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Chapter 3: After that first hook-up with Mike, we made a regular point of getting together a couple of times a week; sometimes more. He’d come to my place, or me to his, he fucks my brains out, breeds my ass … lots of hot piggy sex. I always end up with an ass full of cum. It’s been nearly a week now though, and I’m really horned and about to go crazy – I need to be fucked. I’m honestly feeling like a bit of a pig. How did I get so hooked up on one guy’s cum? I don’t care. I decide I’ll message him on Kik. Kevin: Sup He doesn’t immediately respond … then my phone buzzes. Mike: Hangin with my friend Chris, horned Kevin: Me too ... come fuck me Mike: Gotta finish up here first … 6 ok? Kevin: yep At that moment an image of a huge cock inside a tight ass appears. Kevin: HOT! Mike: Told you about Chris, right? Mike: That’s him >=) Kevin: MMMMMM Mike: Ok if I bring him too Kevin: Yea Mike: k … told you he’s poz right? Kevin: yea Kevin: It’s cool Mike: Showed him your pics Mike: Thinks you’re hot Kevin: oh yea? Mike: haha … prob wants to fuck you too, he pretty much only tops Kevin: Pic? Mike sends me another pic. Chris is definitely hot. He looks like he’s about 27, nice short cut brown hair, trimmed up beard and beautiful eyes. Then another pic appears, same cock dripping cum over a spread hole, cum is everywhere; Mike knows how to get me hard. Then he follows that up with a link to an XTube video … I’m about to click on it when another message comes through. Mike: Pic is Chris’ cum in my hole and all over my ass Kevin: Fuck he’s got a hot cock Mike: I know Mike: Vid is Chris breeding me Mike: Wait ‘til you feel him doing that Kevin: MMMMMMM Mike: See you in a bit I click the link to the video and all you can see is a guy on all fours taking a cock bareback … he’s begging for raw cock and cum and the top is encouraging him … ‘til the top reaches a big orgasm, and he shoots all of it inside. I need to be fucked like that so bad right now. Mike says he and Chris are coming over at 6 so I decide to get into the shower and get myself and my hole cleaned out and ready. I feel mixed about letting a poz guy fuck me bareback but I’m so turned on after talking to Mike I’m not sure I can say no. I can’t get the images of Chris’ cock and cum, going inside Mike like that, out of my head. I want to beat off right here in the shower, but somehow manage to stay focused, and not touch my cock. As I’m drying off I finally come to a decision, “Fuck it, I want him to fuck me, and I want him to cum in me the way Mike does”. I quickly finish up, I’m cleaned out and ready to go. I feel silly thinking about what should I wear to answer the door but I find myself doing it anyway. I grab a pair of white athletic socks and my favorite ball cap and that’s all I’m wearing. I want to set the tone. I think, “No need to be coy about it … you want him to breed you”. Mike and Chris arrive not much later and Mike lets them in. I can hear them talking, and come popping out of my room, “Hey guys!” I see Mike smile, and he moves to kiss me, “Oh… hey… this is Chris… told you about him”. I move and he kisses me too, he says softly, “Damn Kevin … you’re hotter than Mike let on”. I blush a little bit. I look over at Mike, who’s already removed his clothing, “This way”, he says, pulling both me and Chris toward my bedroom. They’ve been here all of 2 minutes and I already feel a bit attached to Chris, maybe I’m needy, maybe it’s those eyes. Mike and I start making out, Chris moves in closer, and then there’s this mad mash of tongues as the three of us are making out. Chris reaches around and puts a hand into my ass crack… then pulls back, I grab his hand and move it back to my ass; I want him to know I like it there. We break apart and Mike, not wasting any time, leans over the end of my bed ass up and ready. “Someone needs to be fucked … get him ready”, I hear Chris, “Fuck yea I do”, says Mike. I think Mike’s ass is “so hot”, exposed like that, I can’t stop myself and bend down, “There’s some lube there”, pointing, and then bury my face into that hot little ass, “Ahhhhhhhhhh….ahhhhh… fuck yea … eat my hole… so hot”. I love eating Mike’s ass, it gets him so horny. I hear Chris removing clothing and lubing his cock, “Looks like a hot, twisted boy slut needs another load in that ass”. I move off of Mike, I can’t help it, I want to see Chris’ cock. “Another load?”, I think, I’ll have to remember to ask about that, then I hear Mike, “Yeah man … needing another dirty load in there”. Chris removes his tank top and joins me and Mike naked. “Don’t hold back this time man … I want it, hard, raw, intense ….did I say hard?”, Chris just looks at him, “Pig. You want more of my raw cock ehh?”, not really expecting an answer. I look at Chris, “I’ve got poppers if you want ‘em”, handing him the bottle, he smirks, “You’ll want these babe”, throwing them down beside Mike’s head. Chris and I just stare at each other as he gets ready to lay into Mike, “Go lay on the bed beside him … help him through this, but be ass up and ready for me”. The direct approach, I like it … I just smile. Laying down beside Mike I feel myself pushing my ass up. I think, “I want this stud to fuck and breed my ass like he does Mike’s”, it’s scaring me, but exciting me all at the same time. Mike and I put an arm around each other’s back and we’re close enough to kiss … our bodies touching all the way down past our asses. “Please Chris … c’mon man, breed me, pahhz … “, Chris interrupts him, “Yeah you want this”, spanking Mike’s ass with his cock,”… you want this cum … don’t you pig?”, “Yeah”. Hearing Mike beg for cum and seeing him, submissive like this, a slight look of comfort and surprise comes over me. Then I see that look on Mike’s face and look back at Chris, I know he’s teasing and putting pressure on Mike’s hole. I hear Mike moan, “Ahhhhhhhh…”, and I know the head is pushing its way inside him now. Chris moves his body up and over Mikes, covering most of him, and from the look on Mike’s face I can tell Chris’ cock is about to bottom out. Chris kisses Mike’s back and neck and leans in closer, “Yeah baby … gonna give you another poz load from this poz cock … that what you been needing?” I look at Mike, his eyes are closed, he’s gone, “Yes … yeah man … nail me … really give it to me, do it this time”. I think, “This time?!”, I realize how little I really know about Mike. All this talk about “poz cock” is freaking me out a bit, but my hard cock wouldn’t lie to me – would it? Chris for his part isn’t letting it go, “Fuck yeah ... gonna get that load where it belongs”, and Mike blurts out, “In my hole”. After just a few brief warm up strokes Chris puts his full weight into fucking Mike, and from the way the bed’s moving, he’s forcing his cock in deep. Watching all this gets my cock rock hard and I suddenly feel the urge to be the one begging Chris for a load of his cum … his poz cum. I’m so fucking horned. Mike is going crazy from being penetrated, it’s like I’m seeing him in a whole new light, but I’m so fucking horny I can’t think, and sometimes you gotta ask for what you want. I push my ass up further, reach back and spread my cheeks and looking at Mike just spit it out, “Please Chris ... please breed me too”. Chris just keeps fucking. Mike’s eyes open … he smiles at me, “You sure you ready for this babe?”, I smile back nodding, “Yea I think so … I’m just so horny right now, I need it so bad”. “When he starts fucking you he’s not going to stop until he’s cum inside you too”, I nodded, “I know … I know … it’s cool”. Mike just grins, “Alright … you gotta ask for him for it then”, “I thought I did”. I look back at Chris again, “Chris … will you fu’… uhmm”, and I try to sound more serious, “Chris will you breed my ass?”. Chris keeps grunting, ignoring me, he just keeps pounding Mike’s ass. I can see they’re both sweating, and Chris is really moaning and I bet he’s close to dumping his load. “I told you he’s poz, right?”, I nod, Mike’s eyes rolled a bit, “Ohhhhhh… fuck yea … Well … you gotta ask for him for his poz cock … otherwise he’s not gonna fuck you”, Mike’s eyes close, the expression of bliss obvious on his face. I gulp. Hundreds of things float through my mind, images, thoughts, ideas … it’s almost overwhelming for just a brief second. I swallow, open my mouth, and state matter-of-factly, “Chris will you please fuck me with that HOT poz cock of yours and cum deep inside me?” I feel myself nearly breathing the words when I mention his cock and cum. I look at Mike for approval he seems shocked and happy all at the same time – if that’s possible. Chris looked down at me, then kisses Mike, “Looks like your buddy wants my poz cum too”. Mike smiles at that statement, “Yeah I think he does”, and then he looks at me, “Don’t worry Chris can cum more than once”. I realize Chris probably just dumped a load of poz cum in Mike. I feel him tapping my leg, “Ass up again boy”, then to Mike, “Come suck this clean”. I move my ass and look back to see Mike sucking Chris’ cock, it seems so freaking huge. “Ohhhh yeah…. Clean that cock boy … MMMMMM … get me ready to breed your boy”, I can’t take my eyes off Mike’s head bobbing up and down on Chris’ cock, I think, “That cock will be inside me in a minute”. Mike seems very happy being Chris’ bottom, it’s amazing to watch him like this, I think he’d suck him ‘til he squirts again if no one said anything. Chris wants to fuck though, “Ok … I’m good … time to get in that ass”. Chris looks at me, “You need lube?”, “Yeah some, please, I’m tight”, he smiles devilishly. Chris takes some lube and greases his cock and my hole, sliding a finger in the way Mike likes to do me, but then backs it out almost as quickly. I try to relax when I feel it coming, “Ahhhh … ahhhh”, it stings, as the head of his cock eases its way into my ass. “Ohhhhhh fuck … fuck … fuck… “, I can’t stop the words, “You ok boy?”. “Yeahhh… Yeahhh… haaaa …ahhhhha… I’m good… ahhhh… just haaaaaa… stings, but feels good too”. Working me, like he did Mike taking several long, slow strokes to figure out the best angle and see how tight I am before diving in too fast, feels good. Mike moves around to my face and presents his amazing cock to me. He’s always so cute the way he almost beams when he’s in a “top” position, I know what he wants, and open my mouth, letting my tongue go to work on that amazing dick. Then I feel it … Chris works his strokes into a rhythm and I can feel his sweaty sac and chest against my body, I know Chris is poz, and I know he’s going to cum inside me… I also know I’m hard as a rock. I pull Mike’s cock from my mouth, “Just like that … ahhhhhhh … oh fuck yea… ohhhhh that’s good … give it to me”. I don’t want him to stop, not that he’s going to, it’s clear we both want the impending climax. I go back to sucking Mike’s cock. Chris pounds me for what seems like hours, he’s got a strong rhythm, it’s clear to me why he’s only tops. He’s groaning and sweating and just keeps working my hole. I look over at my phone and realize he’s been fucking me a total of maybe 10 minutes but it seems like longer and my jaw is starting to ache from sucking on Mike. Chris pulls out, “Flip over”. I flip onto my back and I think, “Open sesame”, as my legs immediately go up without so much as a word. Mike moves his face to mine and kisses me as Chris reinserts his fuckstick and gets back to work, “I wanna put this second load in deeper”, I pause from Mike’s kiss and my eyes get wide, he just looks at me as if to say, “… told you he can cum multiple times”. Mike moves so his cock is just over my mouth and starts to jack off,… there’s no going back, if I end up poz I’m apparently meeting it head on. My legs are on Chris’ chest and his cock is pounding me, it feels so amazing to be fucked this way. Knowing I’ve already got a load from him is keeping my cock hard as a rock. Mike moves a hand down to my cock, it’s electric, I can’t hold it back, “I’m gonna cum… fuck … I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum”. I want Chris deeper inside me, so I push down on his cock, and I feel my load building … “Ahhhhh.. ahhhhh… FUCK! FUCK! … CUMMMMMMING!”, and my cock shoots squirt after squirt of my seed all over my chest, all over Mike’s arm; it’s going everywhere. My ass grips Chris’ cock like a vice, but he pushes hard enough to keep fucking into me while I orgasm. My eyes are closed but Chris’ grunts tell me he’s getting close, Mike is encouraging him, “Fuck yea man… really give it to him … breed that ass”. Followed quickly by Chris, “Ahhhhh …ahhhhhh …..fuck…oh…ahhhhhhhhhh… FUCKKKKKKK! FUCK YEAH!”, then Mike, “FUCK YEAH!”. I’m getting cum in both ends with Chris fucking a 2nd load of poz cum into me. I join in, “Fuck yeah man! … Fucking give it to me!”. Chris looks at me completely serious, but smiling, he just keeps stroking into me as his cum squirts into my guts, working his load in. His strokes start making that sound that comes from a wet cummy cock fucking a well-used ass … the afterglow is intoxicating. Chris finally pulls out and lays down on the bed beside me, Mike joining him and we just chill in the few minutes following some very hot, pig sex. Mike looks at me smiling, “You good?”, I nod, “Yeah … very good”. I look over at Chris, “That was so fucking hot!”. He smiles back.

CHAPTER 2 That was all the encouragement I needed to start sucking greedily on the head of his cock. I'd tasted my own precum very occasionally (as I think all men have done from time to time), but this was the first time I'd had it properly and it tasted so good. I was alternating between running my tongue around the head and sucking on it to get as much precum as I could. "Fuck Jeff, if only Jessie could suck my dick as well as you" Mike moaned. "I'm alright?" "You're a fucking natural" he smiled. I loved hearing from this fucking sexy guy that I was a great cocksucker. I wanted to treat him to a hot sloppy blowjob that I loved watching girls give in pornos. I spat on the end of it, and ran my tongue up and down the end of the shaft, rubbing it with both hands. I could barely believe it took two hands to rub his cock! He grabbed the back of my head and I knew what he wanted. I had no idea whether I'd be able to have him fuck my face but I was so wanting to try. As his cock made its way down my throat I could only take just over half of it before I couldn't take any more and I patted him on the butt to let him know. It was my first time after all! He released his grip and he pulled my face away as I gasped for air, "I'm so sorry". I kept panting. "Don't be bro, that was so hot", he said as he pulled me up into a deep kiss. "I'll be able to with a little more practice" I smiled back. "Really?!?!? You can practice on me any time you want bro. I don't think I've ever had such a great blowjob" I stood up and turned my back to him. "I think I wanna try something else now" and I started to rub my ass against his massive cock. "Fuck bro, are you sure?" "Sure am, but I think I'm gonna need a heap of lube to get you inside. How about we do it in the shower? There's plenty of room." I eagerly took his hand and we walked in. "But Jeff, you know I don't have any condoms and I doubt you do either" I turned to him and we kissed deeply. "If your sister's not getting knocked up, at least someone on this trip should be." We continued to kiss as I turned the water on. "Let's use the water as lube." I suggested Giving Mike a blowjob as the water belted down on us was such a fantastic sensation but I knew it was only the start. Before I knew it, Mike had flipped me round and was eating my ass! "Oh God Mike, that feels so good!!" I moaned. "I always eat pussy before I fuck it." he replied. Something about him calling it a pussy turned me on so much and so I bent down more, wanting as much of his mouth and tongue on my ass as possible. He eased a finger or two into my hole as he ate me and fuck it felt so good! I couldn't wait to feel his cock inside me. "Lay down," I told him. I aimed my ass at the running water, getting myself wet one last time before I was to take him. As he lay down in the shower/bath his cock stood upright and looked so massive. I'd no idea if I could take him but I wanted it more than anything and figured riding him would be my best chance. He looked so sexy lying in the shower as the water fell on him. I wasn't even thinking about him as my brother in law any more, he was a sexy guy that I wanted to please, hopefully as my new lover. I straddled him and started rubbing his cock between my cheeks. "Fuck bro, get me inside you or I'll cum now!!" Mike exclaimed. I didn't want his cum on my ass, I wanted his cum IN my ass!! I aimed his cockhead at my eaten ass. I knew breaking my cherry was gonna hurt but it was something I needed to do. I wanted to show this man that I was worthy of being his lover. Looking deep into his eyes, I sat down as he pushed up and the head of his cock slipped into my virgin ass. END OF CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 1 My wife had the great idea to go to a resort with her brother and his wife for a week over summer. We'd been happily married for 3 years & unhappily married for another year or so. She'd decided that a week away might spice things up. How that was meant to happen with her brother & his wife there was beyond me. Mike & myself were lounging by the pool while the girls were off doing some shopping. "Fuck man, I thought this was meant to help our relationship, she's nearly spent more time with your wife than me!" Mike said. "Tell me about it man, I've been so fucking horny and she's been nowhere to be found. She was talking about getting knocked up this trip and I've barely seen her.....Sorry man, I shouldn't be talking about fucking your sister" "Ha ha, it's cool. She used to tell me about all of the stuff she used to get up to so there's not too many surprises" "She didn't say anything about me did she?" "Just about how great your body is man, and I can tell seeing you in those speedos, she wasn't lying!" It must've been the alcohol talking as he started adjusting his cock as he said it, and I couldn't help but glance. "Shit, you've got me covered in the body department man" I replied. "and from the looks of things, in cock size too!" "Did you wanna check each other out?"Mike asked with a glint in his eye. "I dunno man, what about the girls? What about your sister?" "Well I sure as hell won't tel her so our secret's safe with me" "Alright then" I agreed and we walked off to my room. As I led the way I was thankful I was holding my towel and clothes in front of my growing cock. It felt like Mike was checking my ass out which I found exciting for some strange reason. I unlocked the door, we went into the room and I put my clothes and towel in the laundry basket. When I turned around I was shocked to see that Mike had already taken his speedos off and was already completely naked! His cock looked so massive even though he wasn't close to hard. "Damn man, how big is that?" I asked, unable to take my eyes off it. "Once it's fully hard? About 9 or 10 inches" as he started stroking his thickening cock. Even though I'd never felt anything like this before I couldn't help but think how sexy he looked. "Lemme see yours man" My 6-7 inch cock looked tiny compared to his monster as I removed my speedos. "Hey, that's nothing to be ashamed of" he said as he walked towards me. "Just might need a little more encouragement" He grabbed my cock and it felt like an electric shock going through my body. "See it's responding already" As he'd made the first move I felt a little more comfortable reaching out and touching his. My hand wrapped round his long shaft. Mike started slowly jerking my cock and following his lead, I began to do the same. "Dam, you're so good at this Mike" I whispered. I looked up and our faces were so close together, I could feel his warm breath in my mouth. His tongue flicked out & without even thinking I sucked it into my mouth. Once again I reeled back in shock. "Oh god, sorry Mike. I don't know what came over me!" He laughed it off, "Hey no harm done man. I fit didn't feel so good I'd have been a lot more offended" "You liked it?" I asked with a combination of nerves and shock. "Fuck yeah, I'd like to do it properly if you were keen" He suggested with a grin as he moved closer to me. His hot breath on me caused me to lose control again and I brought my lips to his and we started to make out. I'd never even thought about being with a guy and here I was, kissing my wife's brother as though we'd been lovers for years! Our hands sought each others' cocks once more, not nervously this time but with animal lust. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so turned on and going from the fee of Mike's cock, he was starting to feel the same! "Damn my sister's lucky, you're a hell of a kisser" Mike smiled to me as we made out, "You're much better at it than she is" I replied. My free hand roamed down his chest as we kissed and I stroked his cock. He felt so fucking good I wanted to kiss every square inch of him. I broke off our kiss and I started kissing his hairy chest, sucking and biting on his nipples as Mike groaned his approval. Before I knew it I'd reached his abs and I could feel his cock on the underside of my chin as I knelt in front of him. I looked up at him questioningly, "I'm not gonna say anything if you don't man but fuck if you want this half as much as I do go for it!" Mike said as if he read my mind. END OF CHAPTER 1

Whatever you do, do not ignore your circle of friends. Make an effort to keep in touch. I was a workaholic and when I eventually lost my job I came to realize I had ignored my friends for so long and had become so isolated there was hardly anybody left when I needed them and it was too late to repair the damage. Served me right. As hot as it sounds to become a muscle god and breed as many holes as you can you may need friends at some point in time and they will be there only for you if they don't feel pushed away. And as I think you will not be explaining to them why you behave like that they would probably not understand why you did not keep in touch and given up on you.

I like to only consider a bottom I am fucking as a hole/cunt for me. I like to see them squirt too, but only as a result of being plowed, because a true bottom's stimulation hopefully comes from their cunt when getting slammed Just my two cent's as a top.

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

The weekend was approaching and I was cruising for some action on Craigslist. I noticed an ad stating there was going to be a barebacking fuck party and they needed more bottoms. So, being a committed BB bottom, I responded. The guy (Sam) explained he and his buddy (Nick) were renting two adjoining rooms for the weekend at a hotel and there would be no more than four bottoms - they were both bottoms and needed two more bottoms for the party. They were renting two adjoining rooms each with two queen beds. After exchanging notes, I understood that I needed to be: 1. Cleaned out at all times, including before I arrived for the party. Additional enemas would be administered as needed. 2. I could not refuse any cock and its load. 3. Poz loads were a definitely a possibility, and, were highly likely. 4. The party started Friday evening and continued until Sunday afternoon. 5. My holes were to be available for loads the entire time. 6. All fucking was going to be bareback - absolutely no condoms were allowed! Being neg, I worried about the poz loads, but the lure of that much cock invading my ass over a weekend was too much to resist. I signed on. I arrived cleaned out, but had mentioned my predilection for wine enemas. Having brought my own supply of wine, and it still being early on Friday afternoon, Nick and Sam, the organizers of the party, gave me a nice wine enema upon my arrival - 50-50, white wine (it doesn't stain if leaked) and water. I let it soak in for an hour and just after expelling it, our first two tops arrived, Being a bit tipsy, I was ready to suck and fuck. We had drawn numbers as to who would be invaded by the first cock. I had been lucky enough to be number two, and so it was in no time I had sucked the second cock nice and hard before rolling over to feel its owner stick it deeply into my tight (well, within reason), asshole. I was in heaven, taking my first cock, and its load, of the weekend. One I knew would be the first of many cocks and loads, far outpacing anything I'd done up until this moment. As I was getting my hole pounded by more cocks, er..., more tops showed up. I reveled in knowing that some, if not all, would be using my hole for their pleasure, and that I'd be taking my pleasure from them. At that moment, only slightly high, the knowledge that some loads would be poz, crossed my mind... I also knew that I had agreed to taking any and all loads and that, most likely, I would not know the "status" of any cock and its load inside me. Though still somewhat sober, I knew I was committed for whatever was going to happen to me. After responding to the ad, and finding out the "rules," I'd done some soul searching and finally decided that, if I hadn't already done so, sooner or later I'd take an, unknown to me, and even perhaps to its giver, a toxic load that would poz me. Getting pozzed, or, somehow, "dodging the bullet," was going to be a matter of fate. Perhaps, like some, Maybe, by an odd stroke of luck, I was resistant to the virus. Perhaps not, but travelling the path I was, of barebacking every cock I took, unless its owner wanted a condom, could (would?) result in me getting converted sooner or later. I had decided to stop worrying about getting knocked up and just accept it when it happened. Soon enough, my first load was in, and it was followed in no time at all by three more. Then there was a lull in the action, so, Sam suggested another wine enema, and of course, loving enemas, and wine enemas even more, I agreed. About the time it had soaked in nicely, six more tops showed up. I quickly lost the enema so my hole could be at their service. I began to lose count of who had their cock inside me and how many loads I'd taken so far. Part of the problem is that, since two of us were sharing a bed, sometimes the top went back and forth between our assholes. But also, the tops were circulating between beds and assholes, so who knew what cock was inside them, and for that matter, who cared? After who knows how many cocks and loads, someone decided I needed yet another wine enema. Who was I to protest? After letting it soak in, and expelling it, I noticed a clock read 11:00 PM and things were getting lively, As soon as one cock unloaded into me, it was replaced by yet another one, I was now beyond knowing, or caring, whether or not it had left its load in me. Viral status? What did the word "toxic: mean at the moment? Neither my asshole nor my inebriated brain cared. Yeah, there were guys, who as I recall now, who had scorpion and what (I now know to be bio-hazard) tattoos in the room, but which cocks had slid into my ass - well, by now, I no longer recalled, nor cared. Now I know what those tats meant, but at that point, I didn't. Not that it would have mattered. Poz loads were now not just accepted, they were readily accepted. Poz loads are part of barebacking, and I was an eager and committed barebacker. Poz loads are simply part of the deal, and sooner or later, one will convert you or not. I do recall one guy mentioning, as he shoved his cock balls deep into me, "I hope you enjoy my hot load." I asked him what ne meant by that, and he said he was pumping me full of his poz load. He sure wasn't the only one to tell me that, but which guy and which cock he was connected to began to blur. At that point, I knew I'd signed onto taking poz loads and at this point, so much poz seed was inside me, more wouldn't really matter. The guys (whomever) gave me another wine enema, and after that, sometimes I woke up vaguely knowing my hole was getting fucked really hard and good. I have no idea how many cocks and loads I took. At one point though, I was woken out of my drunken stupor by anal pain! My hole didn't just ache. The pain was intense! Stabbing! I finally realized that that something huge was inside me and that it was furiously pistoning in and out of me! "Take my poz load you bitch!" Well, I was just conscious enough to know that this guy was pounding the hell out of my hole and he was going to pump a deadly load really deep inside me, and... I was ready for it! I just relaxed, laid there, and reveled in the sheer pain he was giving my hole! I was calm, even though the pain of him ripping me open was intense. The wine numbed me and made it okay. I willing took his toxic load, and if he pozzed, me, then it was fate. In fact, as I laid there and faded back into sleep, I craved his huge cock and the toxicity of his load. Then I fell asleep again. I don't know how many other cocks unloaded into me after I fell asleep. I don't care. I just appreciate that their owners deemed fit to use my abused, open, receptive hole for their pleasure, even while I was drunkenly asleep. Maybe it was as much of a turn on for them as it was for me, to know they used my hole while I was "out." Whatever happened to me while I was that drunk, I deserved. In the morning, I awoke, my hole ached, but, as agreed, I stayed for Saturday's fun. Every stroke hurt my hole, which I accepted as my just dues as an anal bottom. with a hole for someone else's use and pleasure, (including mine, even if it hurt). Yes, sure enough, the fuck flu hit me - pretty hard - as one would expect. I am no longer the neg fresh meat at these parties (I am now part of the trio that organizes them, and I know I was somewhat set up, but I don't care, I had it coming and knew the risks going in), but my (not so longer tight) hole is still appreciated by all of the tops. Plus, even though I am a committed bottom, I have enjoyed sharing the gift, both as a bottom, as well as the occasional top.

I'd been down to the Caribbean on business. Since it had been a hectic week and I'd arrived late in the evening, I indulged myself and slept in the next morning, then treated myself to a relaxing series of soapsuds enemas. Unashamedly, I really enjoy enemas, which is a good thing as, since I am almost exclusively an anal bottom, I like to be nice and fresh back there before entertaining visiting cocks inside my hole. Rested and cleaned out, I went out on the veranda to orient myself to the resort. The pool was close by and I immediately spotted an obviously gay couple with whom I might be able to hook up with. But first, I decided on a couple more prep enemas, this time using wine. Wine enemas make me particularly randy for cock. Enough wine enemas, and I and me and my hole are ready for anything! After letting the two wine enemas soak in and begin to work their magic, I wander out to the pool area. Providence arrived in the form of a vacant chaise lounge next to the couple I'd spotted earlier. Settling in with a book, I took a closer look at the guys. They both appeared to be in their early 40s. One was very twinkish, about 5'-6", 130#, with a delectable bubble butt. I mentioned I'm mostly a bottom, but I began to get hard thinking of sliding my cock deeply into the hole between his cheeks. The other guy was about 6'-1", 220# and solidly built. I pondered just how furiously he could pound a bottom's hole. I said, "Hi," and they replied , "Ciao." then they spoke to each other and I realized they were definitely Italian. I pointed to myself and said, "Bill." The twink said, "Mi chiamo Mario." The other guy said, "Benito." Just then, the waiter arrived with a bottle of red wine I'd ordered, and three goblets. "Vino?" I asked. They responded enthusiastically by saying, "Si, si!." I'm certain it wasn't lost on them that I had thought to have the waiter bring three goblets. I poured wine for us and we clinked out goblets and began to dink. A bottle of wine doesn't last long split three ways and it wasn't long before we'd drained two more bottles. By now, between what I'd drank, as well as the two wine enemas (more potent than usual, since I didn't want to take the time to do three of them, as I normally retain them for a bit to let them soak in nicely) I'd had, my speech was getting slurred. Not that I spoke much, due to the language barrier. I noticed Mario and Benito exchanged occasional glances and whispered comments to each other. I was certain they were setting me up as fuck score. Things were going accord to my plan. Then, Mario turned to reach for his towel and I noticed a scorpion tattoo on his right shoulder, right where any top pounding this twink's ass would be sure to see it and be advised that his cock was certainly not the first one to invade that rosebud. "Abarth?" I asked, pointing to the scorpion. Carlo Abarth was a famous Italian automotive engineer who developed many Fiat race cars. Any Italian would know who Abarth was. Mario and Benito looked at me, then at each other, giving each other a discrete wink, before laughing. "No, no Abarth." Then they muttered something between themselves. I don't speak Italian, but I think they were discussing that they though I didn't know what the scorpion signified, which was exactly what I wanted them to think. I was certain that they thought they were reeling in an innocent neg hole which they could load up with their toxic semen. After nodding to each other, Benito said something and pointed toward the suites. Obviously, they were inviting me to their room. I nodded and sad, "Si, si." Arriving at their room, Mario opened the door and led me inside. As soon as we were in the room he turned around and reached up to embrace me and kiss me. I embraced him and returned his kiss.slipping him my tongue. I heard Benito close the door before he began tugging our bathing trunks off Mario and me. Now naked, Mario led me to the bed. I climbed on beside him and he immediately began to expertly suck my already rather firm cock. In not time at all, he had me rock hard. Then he reached to the nightstand for some lube, applied it to my cock as well as a little bit to his hole. I slid two fingers into him and gently felt around inside. Amazingly, his hole was rather snug and he was very slippery inside. Obviously, he too, had had his enemas today. It was going to be fun to fuck his poz hole. Mario got into the knee-chest position, I knelt behind him and crept in close, admiring his cute little butt. He reached around and guided me to his hot little hole. I sank into him in one, smooth stroke. My cock felt like it had entered into Heaven. Mario was so velvety and wet inside. I began to slowly thrust in and out of his hole, savoring each wonderful stroke. After a few minutes of this, Mario laid flat on the bed and I began to drill down into him with faster, more powerful strokes. By now I'd lost track of what Benito was doing, but then I felt his weight behind me. I turned to look at him and our eyes met, exchanging looks of lust. I looked down and saw his raging cock was pointed right where I wanted it to be pointed - at my ass! I looked admiringly at Benito's dick. It was a healthy nine or ten inches long and had a fat, mushroom head. About three inches below the head, its girth tapered back up to easily two inches thick. I broke into a huge smile at the anticipation of being impaled by such a magnificent piece of man meat. I knew that even if he tried to slowly and gently enter me, my hole was going to hurt as I hadn't been fucked in almost a month nor had I played with any of my toys. But what I really hoped for was for Benito to ram it hard into my ass in one powerful stroke, as I love the pain of being savagely entered with subsequent hard thrusts, rather than letting my hole gradually adjust to my lover's size. I could only hope that Benito had no respect for his sub's hole and would treat mine roughly... I looked back up at Benito's face and he was proudly smiling knowing he was packing quite a cock, and that I hungered for it to be inside me. Then I looked back down to admire his cock once more before feeling him ream my hole with it. At that moment, I spotted a four inch diameter biohazard tattoo peeking through the pubes above his cock. Playing the game to the hilt, I faked a puzzled expression as I stared at his tat. Then I looked back up at him and shrugged as if to say, "I have no idea what your tattoo means." Now, Benito leered, lulled into believing he was going to stealth some naïve guy's hole, giving me a gift I'd never forget. Well, he was partly right. I just may never forget his toxic gift. But that remained a question to be answered. What his load could accomplish, however toxic, was at this point, most likely academic. I was already balls deep inside Mario and then I laid my weight fully onto him, waiting for Benito to enter me. If he did ram his cock savagely into me, I had nowhere to go forward to escape his cock's onslaught of my poor hole. I felt him slide his cock between my cheeks. I reached back to position the head of his cock at my hole. He bore down a little bit pushing his cock's head partway into my hole, but not fully opening it - just making sure enough of it was into me so that when he shoved his hips forward, his cock would not skitter off and not enter me. At that point, I let go of his cock, reached around and placed my hand on his right ass cheek, sighed, nodded, and then pulled sharply toward me on his cheek to let him know I was ready to take him inside me, and how I wanted him to enter me. My anticipation build as Benito paused, making me wait. Then, in a flash, he grunted and rammed himself hard into me, balls deep. I let out a painful groan. It felt as though a telephone pole had been rammed into me! Sheer pain stabbed my asshole! I reveled in the agony! My hole screamed out silently in abject pain! He even shoved through my second ring into my colon! After pausing for about two seconds, he pulled almost all the way out. I felt his mushroom head pop out of my hole, but its tip was still positioned just inside my hole's ring, keeping its point of aim. Then Benito pistoned in and out of me delivering at least a dozen powerful strokes before slowing to a steady, but still rapid pace. the sharp pain ebbed slowly (thankfully, as I love when the pain lasts) into a dull ache which was soon replaced by ecstasy as he pulled all the way out and then plunged back into my now gaping hole. Benito continued to drill me as Mario and I frenched each other. I think he loved that I was inside him as his lover pounded me. The pressure of Benito's cock against my prostate, filling my rectum, had me on the verge of exploding my load into Mario. It was now time to do so, to deliver my load, to release my seed into Mario, With the space Benito gave me, I was able to begin thrusting in and out of Mario again. As I pulled out of Mario, I was backing up onto Benito's cock, so the sensations from my cock, rectum, prostate and anus were incredible. I began thrusting rapidly into Mario's hole. I could hear Benito panting. I knew my hole was milking his cock to its toxic climax. As I began to sharply thrust my cock into Mario to deliver my load to him, I sensed that was blowing his, what I knew to be a toxic load into my hole, and I savored receiving every drop of his venomous semen, It was even better than knowing that he thought he was stealthing me, that I didn't know he was pumping poison into me without my knowledge. My balls emptied, I collapsed onto Mario and felt Benito collapse onto me, my cock sealing my load inside Mario, knowing Benito's dirty load was sealed inside me where my colon walls would begin to absorb his virus, regardless of any effort I could make to defend myself, as being able to stave off the diffusion of his potentially deadly virus through my permeable colonic membranes into my bloodstream was simply nothing that I, could consciously control, just as I had no control of the absorption of the alcohol from my wine enemas that made me crave Benito's cock's load, regardless of what it could or would deliver deep within me. In a little while, we uncoupled from each other and fell asleep for a while. Long ago I accepted that I was a barebacking cumslut, even when I was sober. I refused no uncovered cock's load. I have always felt that cum was meant to be pumped into hole, never into rubbers. Let fate decide the consequences. The addition of wine, infused however, but especially colonically, simply changed my need for raw loads into a craving for raw loads. After we awoke, I sucked Mario's cock and then rolled over to take a load from him. I saw Mario and Benito winking at each other right before Mario entered me. I knew they were convinced they were pulling a fast one on me and that Mario was going to give me another load of toxic seed. After taking Mario's poison, Mario sucked my cock. Now hard again, I gestured to Benito that I wanted to do him, too. He laughed, probably thinking to himself, "What harm could it be?" and then he laid flat on the bed in submission to the cock of the guy he'd just seeded. Mario knelt beside us and guided my cock to Benito's hole, guiding me into it. I gave Benito a pretty decent pounding, giving his hole a respectable load. Afterwards I went into the bathroom to take a whiz and saw a big enema bag hanging from the shower curtain rod. After relieving myself, I brought the bag out with me and, pointed to it and said, "Vino," indicating I wanted a wine enema. They looked at each other and expressions of realization washed over their faces. Now they knew why I'd been so tipsy earlier - I'd taken wine enemas. I wasn't worried that the enemas I was about to get would wash their toxic loads out of me as I knew that enough time had passed for their loads to have soaked into me. Benito order a half a dozen bottles of "vino bianco" and several more of 'vino rosso', red for one end of us and white for the other end, from room service. When the delivery boy arrived, Benito poured a bottle of white wine into the upheld bag, already partially filled with hot diluting water, with the bag's nozzle already up my ass as I laid on the bed. The boy was wide-eyed! I looked directly at him and smiled as the enema began to run into me. Mario was beside me and I began to suck his cock. Benito's was still shiny from having fucked me earlier and I'll bet the delivery boy had a good idea where Benito's cock had been. We all shared taking and giving the wine enemas. Mario, being small, needed only one wine enema. Benito and I each took two. Just as our second enemas had flowed in, there was a soft knock on the door. I didn't know it, but their friends Sergio and Franco had just arrived from the airport. After quick introductions, the two of them retired to the bathroom to flush each other out, In the meantime, Benito and I absorbed our second wine enemas. By the time they'd cleaned out, it was time for Benito and me to expel our enemas. We were both pretty well gassed, s we'd been guzzling wine as well as we held our enemas. With Sergio and Franco cleaned out, we now had time for introductions. Sergio spoke a little bit of English and did some translating for me as to what was being said, which were the details of how Mario, Benito and I had spent the afternoon. It soon became apparent that the next activity was going to be more butt fucking and my hole was going to be the focus of their cocks' attention, which was fine with me. As Sergio told me that both he and Franco wanted to fuck the hell out of my hole, Benito told them that it could take one hell of a pounding. I got butterflies at the thought of getting tag teamed by all of them. Sparing the details, for the sake of keeping the rest of the story short, Franco nailed me first. as soon as he pulled out, Sergio slid his cock into me and gave my hole quite the drilling. I noticed Sergio and Franco had both scorpion and biohazard tattoos. Although I made no outward note of the tattoos, I knew they were delivering toxic loads into me too. Then I sucked Mario's cock and swallowed its load as Benito spit roasted me from behind, pumping his second load of venom into me. My hole was getting pretty sore by now - fucked by four different raw cocks. Though not as big as Benito, Sergio and Franco still had decent sized dicks. Then Sergio laid on the bed and told me to straddle him. I crawled on top of him and guided his cock up into myself. My hole felt pretty loose. Then Franco got behind me and started to work his cock up into my hole too. I was getting DPed! Finally! I'd longed for this moment and it was being done by pozzed cocks! It was a stretch for my hole, but Franco got himself into me. He pounded another load into me then pulled out. Immediately, Benito crawled behind me. I knew that he intended to DP me too, but I thought that due to his size, it'd be impossible. But he managed to squash his mushroom head into me, then he rammed his hips forward, like he did the first time he entered me, stabbing my aching asshole with the shaft of his monster. All over again, my hole shrieked in silent pain! Once again, I savored his cock's abuse of my hole! I thought that surely he must have torn me. Sure enough, after they both pumped yet another load each into me and then pulled out, I reached around to feel how loose my hole felt and upon looking at my fingers, I saw fresh blood. They'd definitely torn up my hole. I knew the fissures would provide yet another path for their dirty loads to enter my bloodstream, as I knew they knew, too. I saw the four of them smirking at each other, gloating over most likely pozzing some unsuspecting guy. I could tell they were pretty pleased with themselves. By now it was late and I needed to pack and catch the shuttle bus to the airport in the morning. I said my goodbyes and painfully waddled my way back to my room. I crawled into bed and fell asleep, knowing their loads would soak into my colon walls overnight. In the morning, my hole was pleasantly sore, reminding me of the brutal workout it had received, but it no longer ached, something I actually did wish for. Since the flight home would not be short, I took a couple of enemas to ensure I wouldn't have any "problems" on the way home, like a bloody cum fart. As I listened to the drone of the engines on the way home, in semi-reverie, I thought back to the afternoon a couple of months ago when I received the phone call telling me that the results of my test were positive. After having barebacked indiscriminately for years, I'd finally gotten infected. I figured as much after waking one morning with what had to be, at long last, the fuck flu. The test done a few days later merely confirmed my suspicions. I figure that night at the bathhouse did me in at last. Given the number of guys who fucked me that night - there were over 30 Sharpie marks on my abdomen - I finally found the load that would breach my defenses. Something I missed, now being poz, was knowing that since I was poz, I would never get the fuck flu again. I'd actually been chasing the bug for years and, in a way, experiencing the flu was part of the allure, as well as a reward for fulfilling my quest. Honestly, I had wanted to experience, no, I craved the experience of getting the fuck flu. I felt it was the just reward for getting infected. My only regret was that, unlike a woman, who could experience the thrill of pregnancy over and over again, I'd only get the fuck flu once, figuring that once I was carrying some guy's babies, that was it. A couple of weeks after returning from the trip, one afternoon, an awful feeling struck me. It felt like the fuck flu all over again, but even worse this time! How could that be? I was already pozzed! Then an email arrived from Sergio asking how I was doing. We'd exchanged email addresses. he said Mario and Benito got sick a week after getting home and then, a week later, he and Franco were attacked too. They'd all gotten checked out at a clinic. I asked, "What kind of clinic?" He finally fessed up and said they were all poz and that I ought to get myself tested because none of them were on meds and were pretty viral. I played dumb and asked whether or not Mario and Benito tried to take advantage of me. I didn't want to use the word "stealthing" and tip him off. He said, "Yes, they figured you were a newbie that was looking for some gay sex while away on vacation where no one knew you, and they could convert yet another guy while they worked as a team." "Another guy?" I asked? "Yeah," he replied, adding that Mario and Benito make a game of pozzing unsuspecting guys, especially married guys. "So far they've pozzed 15 guys they know of. They've been doing it for three years now, but their count has to be higher than that." He also mentioned that they all like to get recharged. I asked what he meant by that. He told me that you can get re-infected with different strains. Dang, that explained the fluy feeling I was having. I'll bet they recharged me with some European strains they were packing, since they made a game of getting recharged and likely had more than one strain flowing through their veins. I was excited! I was pregnant again! And I probably felt worse this time because I'd gotten more than one new strain! Then, I realized that if all of them had gotten sick, I probably recharged them too, with my strain, which they didn't have over there. I hadn't gone on meds yet either, wanting to spread my gift for as long as possible to as many fertile, hungry holes as wanted my testicular venom. I also took satisfaction that while they thought they were stealthing me, none of them had the slightest idea that they were the ones getting stealthed, as I knew all along that they were packing dirty loads, all of which I was eagerly accepting into my enema scoured and very fertile colon, even if I didn't know about recharging. They'd unknowingly given me a gift, and not the one they thought they were sharing with me. Anyway, I told him that I felt fine, but would get tested immediately. A week later I wrote to him telling him that my test came back neg. He couldn't understand how I could have not gotten pozzed as they were all packing highly viral loads, had dumped plenty of semen into me and even tore my hole, but I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction that I knew what they were up to, Now though, I am on a new quest, that of getting recharged over and over again, simply to experience yet another attack of the fuck flu, knowing I've been knocked up once again and am carrying one more guy's babies inside me.

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"The afterglow is intoxicating." I imagined myself in Kevin's place...omg I would be in a state of bliss! Fuck this is a hot pozzing story! NICE!

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Exactly. I take for granted my bottoms are barebackers. When they come into my room they see the lube and the poppers, that's it. What is negotiated sometimes is whether to breed them or cum somewhere else, but in general I end up jizzing in.

Don't bother asking -- it's impossible to get an accurate status in the bathhouse environment. The whole point of a bathhouse is providing a venue for guys to enjoy uninhibited high risk sex with each other. Some guys will lie about their status while others honestly don't know their status and assume they are negative. For all you know the guy putting his raw cock and load in your ass spent the last week taking raw cock and loads and is not yet aware that he has contracted something that he can pass on to you. Either way you need to be educated and prepared for the risks and consequences if you choose to engage in bareback sex with strangers. There are options for reducing your risk (PREP). Don't get me wrong, I'm a complete slut who enjoys raw bathhouse sex but I've explored my options and am willing to accept the consequences of my actions.

Hot! It's up to us, as tops, whether to take off the condom, and whether to cum inside. Condom off and sperm inside are always the right answers.

MY FIRST EVER VISIT TO A GAY SAUNA PART I I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my slender waist. It had taken a while to clean me out properly, but I didn't want to take any risks on my first ever visit to a gay sauna. Now I was squeaky-clean on the inside up to my chin. Well, almost up to my chin. I was nervous as hell and tried to calm myself down. Don't worry. The worst thing that can happen to you is that they throw you out of the sauna the moment you cross the threshold. And you know that chances are high that this moron Chris was just telling stories. One week ago Chris, a boy from the neighborhood, had come over for one of our regular jerk off sessions. He kept bragging about sneaking into a gay sauna and finally dared me to try the same. I knew that he was most probably lying, but I just couldn't let him call me a pussy. I moved over to my bedroom and stopped in front of my mirrored wardrobe to take a look around. A while ago, I got tired of my old Transformers wallpaper. Don't get me wrong, I loved it, at least in the beginning, but I guess I'd just grown out of this stuff. So I did my best to hide it with posters showing my favourite soccer players - most of them shirtless- and now the walls were covered with pictures of Christiano Ronaldo and David Beckham. He'd always been my favourite. Can't tell you how many times I jerked off thinking of Becks' perfect abs. I even managed to get a Freddie Ljungberg poster, one of those he did for CK, you know. Love his chiselled cheekbones. The walls were plastered with half-naked men. I took in the scenery. Hard to believe my parents never suspected anything. Well, maybe they did. But this was not the time to worry about that. I had other things to do. My parents were gone for the weekend, leaving the house to me, and I was going to make the most of it. I turned back to the wardrobe, watching my reflection on the mirrored doors intently, running my hands over my flat tummy, my fingers circling the compartments of my sixpack, then trailing down the deep middle cleft until they reached my cute belly button. I grinned. Becks, you better watch out. Dropping the towel, I turned around and grabbed my firm asscheeks, pulling them apart to reveal my hairless crack and pink hole. It was reddened and gaped slightly after the thorough enema . Very nice, I thought, but this is not gonna get you inside. The problem was my face. No, I'm no troll, thank you! But one look at my face convinced me that this was not going to work like this. My mom has always called me her little imp and with those pouty lips, green eyes, snub nose and the mop of red curly hair, I looked just a tad too cute and innocent for my purpose. Maybe a baseball cap would do the job. Well, at least it covered most of those curls and the peak shadowed my face. Pull it down some more, no time for vanity here. And now give me a stern look, I know you can do it. I tried to look as mean as I could. I really did, but my pathetic attempts just had me snorting with laughter. Well, fuck it. Then the cap will have to suffice. Now get dressed. No, not that shirt. No Transformers today. Better borrow some stuff from Dad's wardrobe, and put it back before he knows what happened. And here I was, standing in a narrow side street, the iron door to the gay sauna just across from me. No idea if this was intended, but it sure looked intimidating to me. I checked left and right. No one around, so if you really want it, then this is the time. I crossed the street and stopped in front of the grey door. My hands were sweating profusely. Ring the bell, moron. The sudden sound of the buzzer made me jump. Push. I pushed. The reception was not nearly as run-down as the outside had promised. Or as depraved as I had expected. Disappointment crept into my mind. This didn't look like the den of iniquity from Chris' story. Not at all. Actually, it looked more like the kitchen of a hospital or something: chrome and white tiles everywhere. "Can I help you?" asked a deep, friendly voice. I jumped again. From across the tiled counter, a tall, muscular man in his 40s or maybe 50s was looking at me, his intense grey eyes scanning my body, trying to size me up. Being only 5' 7'' myself, most guys seem tall to me, but this specimen easily measured 6' 4''. And he was packing muscles. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, impressive pecs that stretched the fabric of his muscle shirt nicely. What struck me most was that though very muscular, he still looked lean, more like a long-distance runner than a body-builder. There was not an ounce of fat on him and thick veins travelled down his forearms and onto the back of his big hands. His face looked ascetic, almost like that of a hermit. Piercing grey eyes deep in their sockets, overshadowed by bushy eyebrows, prominent cheekbones and somewhat hollow cheeks. He was bald, but the rest of his body more than made up for the lack of hair on top of his head. The lower half of his face was covered by a neatly trimmed beard, black with some grey in it, accompanied by a bushy mustache long enough to hide his lips from my view. There was a dense layer of coarse salt-and-pepper fur on his pecs as well and his strong arms were hairy all over, from his wrists up to his shoulders. His shirt was damp from the warm, humid air and clang to the guy's skin, clearly showing the outlines of his big, pointy nipples. There were sweat marks at the armholes and suddenly I realized that I could actually smell his rich, manly scent. My hole twitched in response and, as if sensing my thoughts, the guy whose face had been totally free of expression until now smirked at me, showing his big, white teeth for the first time. "Hi, my name's Harry. So again, can I help you?" With that he reached out his big, furry paw. I took a deep breath. Ok, now don't ruin it. Deep voice, stern look. I stepped up to the counter and we shook hands. "Nice to meet you, I'm Kevin," I said in my deepest voice. Stern look, I reminded myself. That's when I realized that from my new position closer to the counter I had a perfect view of his tight-fitting gym shorts and the huge bulge they tried to conceal. I had seen a cock or two before. Well, three actually. But those had been the dicks of boys my own age and whatever was waiting behind this thin layer of cotton went far beyond my limited experience. I stared. I gawked. Maybe I even salivated, but I can't tell for sure. My recollection is somewhat blurred. "Your first time in here?", Harry asked with an amused tone in his voice. "Hm?" I clearly had my mind on other things. I was staring at his crotch and it must have felt the attention, because the bulge was heaving , shifting and finally snaking down the leg of his adidas shorts. I licked my lips absent-mindedly. The tip of his cock would be appearing any second now. That's when Harry coughed loudly. My head shot up and I blushed. Moron, moron, moron. Congratulations, well done. Your gonna get yourself kicked out of here. "Your first time in here? Don't think you've been here before, at least not on my shift. A cutie like you wouldn't have escaped my attention." He winked at me and I cracked a smile. So much about the stern look, moron. I blushed again. "But this might not be your day of the week" Harry added questioningly. "We're having our 'Twinks Night' on Saturdays, so maybe you'd rather wait until the weekend instead. At the moment there's quite a lot of business in there" he motioned to the door next to the counter that apparently led to the locker room and whatever was waiting behind it. "But it's mostly guys like me, you know, old and hairy and bearded and most of us are...well, don't mind, so if that's not what you came here for...", his voice trailed off. "Nooo", I said, maybe a little too enthusiastically. "If all of them are only half as hot as...uh, I mean...I really like older guys...like you." Harry gave me one last, questioning look, as if he was mulling something over inside his head, but then he shrugged it off and guided me through the procedure, handed me a towel, a pair of flip-flops and the key to my locker. "You find little sachets of lube over there. Condoms, too, if need be." I nodded my head fiercely. Finally something I was 100% sure of in these strange surroundings. After all we'd discussed that at school more than once. "You should always use condoms", I said with deep conviction. He just shrugged his shoulders. "Most guys in here don't think so. Fucking feels way better without a rubber, they say." They don't use condoms? I was honestly shocked. But Harry interrupted my thoughts. "Listen, Kevin. My shift is ending in 20 minutes. My buddy Carl should be arriving any minute to replace me. What about I give you the tour and show you around a bit once I'm off duty?" I think, he must have misinterpreted my incredulous look, because he raised one of his furry eyebrows. "Only if you want me to, of course." I gulped. Keep it cool, don't seem too eager, moron. "Sure, that would be nice." "Okay, when you exit the locker room, you gotta turn right and follow the hallway until you reach the jacuzzi. Why don't you get inside the tub and relax for a while and I'll meet you there as soon as Carl arrives. I nodded my approval, grabbed my stuff and entered the locker room. As soon as Harry was out of sight, I slumped against the wall and exhaled deeply. I was inside the sauna and no one had asked for my ID. Not even mentioned it. A smile of relief spread across my face, slowly turning into a broad grin. Harry would join me in the tub and maybe he'd do a lot more with me... When the boy disappeared behind the corner, Harry reached under the counter and produced a bottle of lubricant and a Ziploc filled with a white powder. The lube had already been laced with T, but in this case he'd better increase the dose. Kevin was cute as a button, but the kid seemed way to strict about safer sex. Harry couldn't stand fundamentalists. Sometimes they just needed to be outwitted. When Carl, a goateed redhead in his mid-40s with a burly, hirsute body and a fat, veiny cock, finally arrived, Harry was leaning against the counter, staring into the air with a wicked grin all across his face . "Hey, Harry, what's up?" Carl yelled to shake his colleague out of his daydream. The two men greated each other with a big bear-hug. They'd been buddies for almost two decades now and over the years they had shared quite a number of boy-bottoms. Or at least for the first fifteen years of their friendship. This came to a sudden halt, when first Carl and later Harry as well were tested HIV-positive. While HAART had no side effects on Carl, Harry's libido pretty much zeroed. He just couldn't get it up anymore. And watching Carl fucking a boy and licking his buddy's poz-cum from the kid's gaping boycunt afterwards didn't seem to make for a long-distance solution. Their relationship deteriorated day by day and when they stopped talking to each other completely, they realized that there was only one alternative that worked for them. The next morning both men stopped taking their meds. And never looked back. Not only had their sex life gone back to normal. The two of them seemed to be hornier than ever before in their life. Sometimes the mere thought of what was brewing inside their balls brought them close to the edge of cumming. Harry had always been a "dripper," but making an unaware teenboy beg for his load had him dripping toxic precum like your proverbial faucet. And the knowing look on Harry's face when the boyhole started making those telltale squishy noises every time he rammed his fat cock home was just priceless. Happy like a pig in the mud. How Carl had longed to see his buddy like this during the difficult years. Harry was all that counted for him, fuck the boys. Literally. PART II in the making (let me know which direction you'd like the story to take)

THE NEWEST STAFF MEMBER Part 1: MeaTing the appliCUNTS “NEXT!” Riley called at full volume into the large gymnasium/impromptu waiting room, before glancing up and realizing there was only one kid still waiting to interview for the sales position. “Oh sorry kid…didn’t see you there…you know this position is for 18 or older, right?” “Yessir,” responded the lad who Riley guessed to be 15 at the oldest, based on his height, smooth skin, round cheeks and the layer of baby fat still clinging to his trim frame. Sensing the older man’s disbelief, the boy produced his Velcro wallet by tugging on the chain connecting it to his neon green belt, which contained a driver’s license that showed him to be 18 only two weeks before. “See dude…I mean, sir. Just turned 18 on the 23rd of last month.” “I see that,” Riley said, still examining the ID. The edge of the window containing the laminated sheet conveniently covered the expiration date, making the man smirk to himself. He remembered using the same trick when using his cousin’s expired ID to get into clubs in college. Still the boy was able to answer all the trick questions Riley could come up with (what is your sign? Isn’t your house right down the street from ______? I guess that means you graduated in _____?), so he let it drop and turned his attention to the kid’s application as he turned to head back into the office. “I don’t wanna waste your time young man,” Riley said to the boy, offering him a seat across the small desk from where he’d set up his laptop. “We’re looking for someone with some sales experience, and the only work you’ve done is mowing lawns and walking dogs.” “If you give me a chance Mr. um” The boy paused, realizing he’d forgotten to catch Riley’s name when he announced it to the group earlier that morning. “Marx. Riley Marx.” The older man reminded him, smirking again at the inexperience the teen showed. “Seriously?” The boy’s face widened with a smile, making him seem even younger. “Riley is my name too!” “Is that so?” Marx returned the smile as he glanced down at the application the teen filled out and turned into him. “This says your name is Robert Dawson.” “Uh, yeah.” The boy’s voice cracked as his mind sped to find an explanation. “that’s, you know, my, um, legal name. Everyone just, um, CALLS me Riley, cause, um, my Dad’s name is Robert too and that way we don’t get mixed up.” It was more likely that this young man really was named Riley and the ID and name belonged to a similar looking older brother or perhaps even a family friend, but Riley Marx decided he would let it slide since the boy seemed so relieved that he was not asking any follow up questions. Instead he sat back and listened to the determined teen insist that, given the chance, he’d prove himself to be a hard worker, quick learner and dedicated employee. He told a sad tale of his acceptance into a program at the nearby community college, but being unable to afford it as the 5th of 7 kids. It was tempting to hire the boy, but Marx knew better than to give in to such fancies when corporate sent him to handle the hiring of a new sales force at jobfairs like this one. They cared very little about sweet stories and high hopes in comparison to high volume sales and technical know-how. Heartbroken, the boy stood and shook the hand of the 43 year old interviewer and walked slowly towards the door, nodding along as he heard the same reasons he’d heard at every interview he’d been to since dropping out of school and getting his GED. As he was about to step back into the gym, now eerily quiet and lonely with no one left waiting, he stopped and turned to make one last plea. “Please sir, I gotta get some money and move out on my own. I can’t take another day sleeping in a room with my 3 brothers, sharing one bathroom between the 9 of us,” the younger Riley begged, his eyes welling up with tears. The older Riley was still ready to stand firm until the boy uttered the three most perfect words: “I’ll do anything.” “I can’t hire you for the company,” Riley Marx repeated, causing the boy to look down and sigh, but his gaze shot up as the man continued. “But, if you’re willing, I’ve been looking for someone to work for me as a pool cleaner, grounds keeper and general go-fer at my house. I can’t pay much, but you could stay in the basement while you’re working for me, and there should be plenty of spare time for you to find another part-time job and perhaps even start school again.” “I’LL TAKE IT! ” The boy shouted, lunging back into the room and thrusting his hand into the older man’s palm. “Thanks so much dude, this is awesome-“ “Not so fast!” The man said, stopping the pumping hand grasping his own, and pulling the teen in slightly. “If I’m gonna put my ass on the line for you, there will be no more of this Dude stuff. It will be Sir or Mr. Marx, and I will call you Riley or kid, got it?” “Yes Ri- I mean Yes sir, Mr. Marx.” The teen was a quick study. “Good, and one more thing,” Mr Marx lowered his voice and pulled the teen even closer, until his sandy brown mop of hair was so near to Mr. Marx’ nose that he could smell the cheap shampoo and sweet scent of hair gel, making his dick begin to harden inside his designer briefs. “I can’t have my neighbors thinking I hired some random kid off the streets or wake up to your parents banging on my door, demanding I return their little boy, so as far as your family is concerned, you tell them you’ve got a job working as a camp counselor and won’t be able to call or text or anything except occasionally email. If anyone near my house asks, you’re my nephew, and you’re living with me until you find a job, understood kid?” “Yes sir, Mr Marx. Thank you sir!” They shared a momentary “bro-hug” (one arm pat on the back while shaking the other arm) and the teen dashed off with instructions to check his email when he got home, where he would find Mr. Marx address and the time and day that weekend he was to arrive. Now that the kid was gone, Marx wasted no time in opening his laptop, freeing his hard cock from his khakis and briefs and setting to work to find the boy on social media. With the help of the 20 year old female profile, (Tricia) he’d created to aid in such searches, he quickly landed on the home page, blog and profile of one Riley Dawson. Jerking furiously, he scrolled through album after album of pictures from school dances, summer parties, family vacations, until he found some pictures from a friend’s slumber party with a lock on them. Two lines of flirting with the boy who’d posted them and a friend request from Tricia was all it took to get the password and Marx had to slow his stroking to stop from cumming right then and there. From start to finish, the photos showed the kid and a few buddies performing a strip show for some girls, each lad eventually ending up in nothing but a sock pulled on over his semi-hard teen tent pole. Some of the teens were better hung or more ripped, but none of them had the cute, innocent, cherubic look that Riley Dawson had. Plus, the kid was nearly hairless from head to toe, except for a light dusting under each arm, a slight trail from his belly button to his “sock” and some peach fuzz on his calves, forearms and buns. The most promising pictures appeared once the boys were back in their boxers though. A set showing the underage party goers enjoying a bottle of jack daniels, jello shots and a very large bong with a huge bowl filled to the brim with green, sticky-looking weed. The last photo in the collection featured the kid, bong in one hand, plastic cup filled with jack and coke in the other, as he exhaled a mighty cloud of smoke towards the camera. Jumping up with his pants around his ankles and dashing as best he could to the door, Marx locked it and shut the blinds over the window looking out from the rec center office onto the empty gym. He could hear the sounds of kids playing ball in the next gym over and occasionally their coach’s whistle, but he risked the possibility of being found in favor of smoking while jerking to the photos of his new guest. Whipping out his glass bubble, he sparked the torch and melted the crystal puddle inside it. His hand left his throbbing 9 inch prime cut of meat long enough to take a massive hit from the pipe, before setting it aside and continuing his work. He imagined how easy it was going to be to convince the kid to try smoking tina, and with a small dose of g to ease the road, how much fun they’d have once he had the kid, nude, lubed and stuffed full of his massive member. Closing his eyes and seeing the teen’s smile, he heard the boy’s voice repeat over and over “I’ll do anything” and could see his face change into a gasp of ecstasy as his imaginary penis covered them both in boycum, while his sweet virgin hole took every inch of Marx meat until he was swallowed entirely by boybuns. Fountains of sperm erupted from the perverted drug-dealing middle-aged man’s cock at that moment. The desk, keyboard, screen, cheap carpet, squeaky old rolling chair, his shirt, pants, briefs, tie and even the calendar pinned up behind him all received a healthy shot of seamen across them, soaking in where they could, and otherwise drying until sticky and crusty white. When the last spasm shook his body, Mr. Marx collected himself, emailed the photos to a couple of friends and packed up his belongings. The idea of cleaning his fluids from the office furniture or at least wiping off the boys basketball calendar crossed his mind, but he decided to leave things as they were, since no one would be back to this office for a few hours anyway, and by then the stains would be mistaken for spilled soda or sunscreen. “Shit,” Mr. Marx stopped just outside the door to the exit, and turned instead to the locker room, since he could see the splash of cum across his oxford, tie and pants now that he was under the fluorescent lights of the gym once more. Standing at the sink, he dabbed the spots with cold water, and while he saved the shirt and khakis, he knew there was no chance for the tie. Untying it and pulling it from round his neck, he rolled it up and tucked it in his pocket, deciding to save it anyway, his mind filling with naughty thoughts of how many ways he could use it to restrain his new teenage boytoy. His cock was hard again, so he turned around and walked back towards the stalls, only stopping when he heard a soft moan coming from a changing booth at the far end of the lockerroom. Glancing down to where it originated, he had a hard time seeing since the lights were out at that end and the sun had set enough to only give a soft glow through the frosted glass bricks that lined the top of the stalls. Still, he couldn’t miss the unmistakable sound of a lighter clicking and a boy coughing while an older voice whispered “that’s good boy. Take another hit then get back to sucking my cock.” Sneaking closer, careful to be as quiet as possible, Mr. Marx smiled as the occupants came into view. The older voice belonged to the Basketball coach and Mr. Marx longtime friend who allowed him to use the gym for interviews. The young coughs belonged to a teen from the team, who was so busy puffing at the pipe and thrusting his hard cock against the coach’s, that he never saw the two old pervs share a smile and the coach signal for Mr. Marx to come join them. The boy choked and coughed on his huge cloud, but the coach wasted no time before shoving the young college bound ball player’s head towards his hefty 8 inch uncut black meat. With his mouth impaled on the black battering ram, no one heard his muffled scream as Mr. Marx unleashed his dripping dick and speared it up the boy’s hole. Crying and struggling, the boy was no match for the two older, more experienced men, who had raped barely legal lads like him for nearly twenty years together. It wasn’t until he was so defeated that he went limp that his arms were allowed to fall from where the coach had twisted them behind his back. Knees buckling, he only whimpered as they twirled him onto his back on the changing booth floor and continued tag teaming his hole while feeding him hit after hit off the pipe. Soon he had two sizeable cumloads inside him, and his own boyjizz splattered all over his smooth tan abs, team jersey, and smeared across his coffee colored lips and burgeoning black moustache. “Thanks for letting me get in on that,” Marx said as the men watched the teen limp to his beaten-up old sedan and speed off towards home. Experience told him not to worry about the young man possibly reporting him for rape. To young latin studs like him, masculinity was everything, and if it got out that he’d taken the sperm of a black stallion and some white business man, he’d be dead to his family, and never be able to find a woman who would marry him. “I’ll text you this weekend, Coach, once my new pool boy moves in and you can return the favor after I break in his virgin ass.” “Sounds good Mr. Marx,” The muscular black 47 year old replied as they parted ways in the parking lot. “Been awhile since we shared a virgin, you gonna invite all the guys?” “Maybe,” Marx replied, feeling his dick throb again. “we’ll see if I think he can survive a gang bang like that…” End of part 1

Will be in Chicago from Nov 5-12, 2015. I'm a hung big black cock top visiting from Toronto. Looking to breed hot bottoms (I will not be able to host though). Also like to rim clean asses especially really fat, sloppy, jiggly, wrinkly older asses (old grandpas & super fat bottoms sit on my face!)... and slim cute twinky asses. My favs: grandpa/silver-daddy bottoms++ very fat/super chub bottoms+++ white/euro bottoms+++ latino bottoms++ indian bottoms++ middle eastern bottoms++ ^all to the FRONT. I AM NOT INTERESTED IN TOPS AT ALL. THEY ARE A HUGE TURN OFF FOR ME AS I AM ALREADY A TOP. ONLY INTO BOTTOMS. Cheers.

I'm a bi married male who has been into women most of my life (as I still am). I've found a few encounters with men where we played around and stuff, but over the past year I had the repeated fantasy of fucking a guy bareback. You could say it had turned into an obsession for me, but it was a fantasy with which I needed to be very careful as I am married. Well, it finally happened. My wife out of town (I'm fairly sure she was, in fact, getting laid). I met a Puerto Rican bubble butt guy on Adam4adam. He sweet talked me into meeting him, and once we met, well it didn't take long until my cock was in his ass. And boy did it feel great. He was tighter than my wife. I didn't get time to enjoy it because I came quite quickly. It was an amazing sensation. I apologized for my quickness, feeling like I was once more a teenage boy. "It's okay," he replied, adding "it felt great." I went home and all I could think of was his nice ass. Well, now I know what a slut feels like: that night I slept with four more guys, all bareback. My cock just kept getting hard an hour after having cum, so I just kept doing it and now I absolutely crave it. Oh, what door have I opened?

Admittedly what I'm about to post is extremely tame for people here but whatever, this is my lame long story. Last year while jacking off I decided to post an ad on manhunt or adam4adam (I forget which) after repressing gay thoughts for quite a long time. In reality I was just fishing for compliments from guys with no real intent to ever meet anyone but one guy was really pushing me to meet up, practically harassing me. I was way too nervous to say yes, hell, I'd never even been with a girl who I wasn't dating for a long time. But my libido got the best of me and I ended up caving. I gave him my location and he said he would pick me up but told me to make sure my asshole was clean because he was intent on eating it. He brought me back to his hotel room, he said he was from out of state. He was an older guy. I was 27 and he was easily late 40s early 50s, kind of overweight and had a decent beard. He was my type totally. Once inside his room he asks me if I've ever done anything like this before and I said no. He said we'll go slow at my pace and asked if I was okay with kissing. I was down for it so we start making out standing up. It didn't take long before he was pulling both his and my clothes off. He laid me onto my stomach on the bed. Told me to spread my legs.. further.. further still and then he was really going at it eating my ass. It wasn't just hot it was actually totally relaxing. I had never experienced anything quite as good as that. After some time he climbs up the bed further and his cock was pressing gently against my asshole. We didn't have any condoms (yeah yeah I know, but I'm a pussy and really afraid of getting an STD sorta) or lube. He understood and showed restraint and I decided that I should show him I was grateful so I gave my first blowjob. I'll freely admit I did a bad job. His cock wasn't very long but was definitely pretty thick and my mouth was not prepared for that. I did what I could and tried to use my hand but with an emphasis on using my tongue. Tried really showing love to frenulum. Pretty soon he came in my mouth and I swallowed it all. We laid together for a little while and made some small talk and then he drove me home. I had a good time and while I'm not sure if I'll ever do anything like it again I definitely look back on the time I sucked a strangers dick fondly.

Hot story stud. I love Berlin!

I LOVE a guy wearing a plug, getting his hole used to being plowed. I also love rosebud holes, drives me NUTS seeing a hot sweet rosebud needing eaten and pollinated

I've been pretty busy! Gotta keep that tally up! I stealthed bred a furry sub pig last week, left him full..This weekend, sucked off a hot married guy and rimmed him. Later in the day, I needed hole again and found a hot furry cub on Grindr who was begging for cum, and had a sweet hungry hole, so I went and plowed him deep and left him well-used and loaded. Hoping he'll be a repeat! My handicapped married buddy is needing dick again too, so I hope to go take care of him and breed him in the next day or two, when he has the place to himself. It's been a great month so far lots of hungry bottoms for me

I answered a Craigslist ad here in Las Vegas today. The ad said he was a 45 year old straight black guy that needed to get sucked off. He was looking for either female or male mouth. He didn't care. Just needed a mouth to cum in. I sent him an email. He replied with his address. So I jumped in the car and arrived at his apartment in about 20 mins. He said the door would be unlocked. He'd be naked on his bed, watching porn. Just as he said, his door was unlocked. I found the door to his bedroom and saw him naked on the bed, his hard cock in hand, stroking as he watched a beautiful black bitch being pounded by a hung black guy on his tv screen. I quickly climbed between his legs and wrapped my lips around his big black cock. I could taste precum on his cock-head as I licked it. I sucked for several minutes. Then I climbed off the bed and removed all my clothes. I got back on the bed, between his legs. I sucked his cock, licked his balls. He lifted his legs a bit, so I knew he was open to me eating his asshole. I lifted his legs up and ate his hot hole. He asked me if I liked his bbc? I told him, "I sure do". I told him I would like him to fuck me. "Bend over", he said. I got on my hands and knees. He knelt behind me. I spit on my fingers and lubed up my ass with my spit. I felt him press his cock to my hole.Then he pressed into me. Grabbing me around the waist, he began to pound my ass with his hard BBC. After about 10 minutes of deep ass-pounding he let out a grunt and filled my ass with his hot load. As I dressed, he told me to call him anytime I wanted his load. I'll gladly be his white cum receptacle.

The whole experience of barebacking does it. Favourite part is getting close to cumming. Getting turned on by letting the guy know I'm going to cum and feeling his excitement rising at having his hole filled. Love it when he cums at the same time as I'm unloading inside him.

This happened to me today... Details arre still fresh... After I had an awesome workout, IU walked to my car to drive home. I received a text from a hot dude that I used to fuck around with many times, but last time was already half a year ago.. He asked if I was home and horny as he was in the neighbourhood.. I texted him back that I would be home in about 20 minutes and possibly would be horny.. Het replied that that was cool and I should tex him when I would be at home. When I got home I jumped in the shower and started working on cleaning my ass. I texted the guy, he told me he was with a friend and send some pics of the other guy... If I werent horny already I would have been in an instant. Hot black guy, hot body, 8.5 inch dick...6'2"tall... just HOT. My budsdy that texted me is an athletic blak guy, 6'3" 9 " dick. both pretty smooth, nice asses, just pretty much perfect.. I tried to clean as soon as possible, within about half an hour I was good to go. The guys were already at my door (they texted I should take my time... they would just wait outside untill I was ready) SO... after cleaning, I left them in my house.. we drank a little, we kiussed a little and moved things to the bedroom.. we undressed and layed down... I was in the middle, kissing them both. my dick got rockhard and soon their dicks did too. One of the guys started sucking me and I was sucking the other guy.. it felt so good.. their lips, their dicks, the bodies.. it was all so hot..After sucking the guy that texted me's dick (O.) i wanted to suck the other guy's dick (S.) apparently he just lubed his dick, so he told me to continue sucking O's dick... so I did.. S. sat behing me en pushed his dick in... slowly at first and entered deeper and deeper. S fucked me good and deep... I was enjoying and moaning like a bitch in heat. O. was moaning too... he loved the sight and the things I did with his diick. After a few minutes they wanted to switch, so I turned around. I sucked S's dick (lol.. so... sucking him with lube on his dick was a no go, but sucking him after he just been in my ass in okay...) O entered my ass... S has a big dick.. O is even bigger.. 9 inches (atleast..). I always love it when he slided in me... His ass is delicious too but havent fucked him in over a year... SO he went crazy in my ass, while I was sucking S. I was in heaven. They changed positions a few times... After about half an hour of switchcing dicks and positions, I was riding O's dick... S. was behind me and pressed his dick in me too.. Lately I have been doublefucked a few times, but never while I was sober so to say... The other times have been on chems, but bow it was a sober experience.. I did use a lot of poppers though, but once both were inside my ass I could only enjoy the feeling... The doublefucked me for about 5-10 minutes before S started moaning and swearing and filled my ass up... AS soon as he pulled out, O got behind me and fucked me doggystyle untill he busted his nut too. Both shot big loads! I loved every minute of it... Unfoirtunately they had to go (they toldd me about a dinner they had to go to, they were already late... So they showered and went on their way (both live in the hood, so there will be a repeat) . I was still horny since I hadnt cum. RIght then I got a message (sometimes I wonder if I am just lucky..) A friend of mine asked for a favour (non-sexual). We fuck every now and then... I couldnt help him, but I told him what happened... he asked if I was still loaded... i confirmed that and he told me to come over. He is also a black guy, hung, 9.5" tattoos, piercings, really tough, really hot. He left his door open, so I could enter, strip in his hallway and move to his bedroom... I immediately went down on his dick.. suck him good and hard... He turned me around and ate my ass a bit. The he entered his dick, doggystyle... He wasted no time in fucking.... told me to taki it like a man and not moan or whine, because when I fuck him i never let him adjust to my dick... Hehe.. he went crazy in my ass.. I loved it... We changed positions a few times, me riding him laying down, sideways, me on my back... I really needed to cum... SO when I was on my back and he was fucking me I jerkked my dick. After 2 minutes I shot lots of cum... My ass was contracting a lot, which drove my top crazy.. he continued fucking me HARD... My ass was sensitive but once again he told me that I do that when I fuck him.... So he continued for a gew minutes (I got hard again) untill he too came in my ass... i shot again.... it was so fucking hot.... After that last fuck I had to go to a party.. so I went home and took a quick shower.. I was exhausted when I went to the party (not a sexparty though) but really really happy

I don't know about anyone else, but this was one hot fucking story! Especially the premise of the stealthers getting stealthed and our main character getting the new gift he wanted...an old friend. The fuck flu. Well done!!!

didn't mean to rush you Raw. just love your way with words.

Never fear, the Poz guys will not become out cast because of PrEP. As a user and having many aquaintences and friends also on the drug we all became fearless raw load takers even from Poz guys! The demand for poz men will decrease but increase since PrEP is becoming more available to guys across the globe possibly resulting in fewer new poz cases. Then there will always be those of us who end up quiting their Prep to give in to their innermost dark desires to become poz and be empowered to be a gifter as well... Present company included...;-) double checking my post above and that should have read the demand for poz men will NOT decrease but increase

I just took a load about 30 mins ago from this young uncut 9 inch 25 yo. We met on a4a and chatted a few times. Today, he messaged me saying he wanted to make my ass cream. So, I gave him my address with a few instructions. I also told him the door was unlocked. I was in my bed with my face down and ass up in a jockstrap. I had lube and a condom sitting on the side of the bed. He came in and smack my ass. Then, he dove tongue first in my ass. He knew how to work his tongue well. After he ate my ass well, he got completely naked and pressed his hard uncut dick up against my hole and proceeded to push forward. I then reminded him of the lube, because it had gotten a little dry back there. He ignored the condom and grabbed the lube. I was fine, because I was craving young cum anyway. After he got lubed up, he went all the way in and began pounding my ass right away. It caught me off guard and had me speechless. I mean... This young buck was nailing my ass doggy style with his rock hard nine inch wood. He then decided he wanted to ride my ass. I swear I felt his nine in my guts. It hurt so good. The dick literally sent me to another place. He got rough with it and started talking dirty. As he pounded my sweet hole, my eyes began to roll in the back of my head. I was speechless. All I could do was moan. The few words I got out were one syllable obscenities. I could tell he loved it. He just kept pounding me deep. I was praying for a break, because it felt so good. The dick was just too good. He then got off of me, smacked my ass and told me to bounce my ass on his dick. Of course I obliged because I'm a sub bottom. We're still in a doggy position and at this point he's standing behind me jacking his rock hard uncut nine inch dick. I backed back to maneuver my as son his dick and he pushed it all the way in. I then began bouncing my ass on dick and riding it. The next thing I knew, he pushed me onto the bed with my ass fully arched. He held me down by my waist and began pounding me hard. He wispered in my ear and asked if I wanted his babies. I couldn't even get it out. He bust all in me. I felt his hot cum shoot in me. It felt so good. He collapsed on top of me and made sure I got all of his load. He got up, washed up and left. I'm still lying in bed with his load in me. I'll keep in for 30 more minutes.

Thanks guys for all the useful comments and suggestions. I'm booked into the clinic in a week or so for my final Hep B shot, I will ask them to run blood work so they can get a baseline and check for STD's and HIV then hopefully the Prep should be here and I can start taking it, then a week later I can be a real slut:-)

As a sub bottom i would do almost anything with anyone. But some guys are all turned off because of my looks. Recently I have anonymous bottoming with a hood to keep the looks issue out of the hook-up. This experience made realize how much I enjoy bottoming with no visual input at all. Gloryholes are the way to go!!

FT. LAUDERDALE - Was lucky enough to get to go to a cumdump party being hosted by an older gentleman in Wilton Manors, FL. He was whoring out a college-aged sexy bottom. The guy had 9 loads in him when I arrived. I added mine. The host and the cumdump seemed to both be happy with my cock and breeding abilities. I was invited to another cumdump party next week but I'll be on the road working. So look out... I could be in your city this week. Tuesday and Wednesday nights I'll be in COLUMBUS, OH

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……

Of course looks matter. The sight of a sexy guy looking at you while your cock is in his mouth.... Don't tell me that is not a huge turn for you

I dont care at all -- a hard dick is a hard dick and that is one terrible thing to waste.

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…..

All i fuck is non black guys... I mostly fuck older white raw bottoms. There is NOTHING better than that! I actually don't think I've fucked a black guy before (and I've fucked hundreds of raw bottoms in my life). But I prefer to see in porn for example... the opposite. White hung total tops, pounding a young helpless black bottom. I don't know why but I find it hotter.

A few years ago I was seeing a guy from Venezuela, we had been together for about 4 months when his flatmate moved out and a friend of his from Venezuela decided to move over to take the room. My boyfriend said that they were not close friends previously, but really just knew eachother through mutual friends. Still, he agreed to let have him move in because it seemed better than looking for a complete stranger to rent the room. A few weeks later we met him at the airport, I had expected him to look similar to my boyfriend but I was wrong. My boyfriend is about 5'6 and has a wide stocky figure. He has thick arms and legs and is generally beefy. He shaved his hair short and had a large thick beard that usually reaches his large pecs when he leans forward. His name was Antonio. His friend was Marcus, he was well over 6ft and much paler than my boyfriend. He was very slim and ket his facial hair at a small goatee and had shaved his head right down to the skin. I usually went for guys you would describe as beard, Marcus didn't fit that description at all, but I still thought he was hot. As of yet, he had no English and I had next to no Spanish. So we didn't communicate except through my boyfriend and through a few cursory nods and smiles. At one point on the drive back from the airport he looked at my, smirked and said something in spanish My boyfriend slapped him on the back of the head. Later that week we all went out drinking and Marcus brought home a slovakian twink he met in the bar. He also didn't speak any spanish, but that didn't seem to bother him as he was groping Marcus's crotch as we walked back to the flat. The guy was cute enough, slim and blonde like I was but both to larger degrees. Antonio and I were both drunk but still awake, so we stayed in the living room drinking more and talking while Marcus took the twink into his room. After a little while we could hear them fucking and we both laughed. Hearing the twink moan so loud was getting me hard, but my boyfriend was covering his ears and laughing. Antonia was very good in bed, but he did not view sex in the same kind of casual way I did, the main fault I had with him was that he did not have the sleazy side I so often craved. After a while the moaning stopped and then they both emerged from the bedroom The twink went straight to the bathroom and Marcus said something to Antonion in Spanish and laughed. Antonio made an exaggerated repulsed face and threw a pillow at Marcus. When the twink came out of the bathroom they both went back into the room. I asked Antonio what Marcus had said “He was just bragging about how he fucked that guy. Saying he was begging for it and how they didn't use a condom and he came in his ass. He can be so disgusting sometimes”. I laughed it off, but of course I was rock hard under the table. Antonio fucked me raw and bred me, but he had used condoms the first few times we had fucked, but it had taken him a long time to stop pulling out even when we started fucking bare. He was really into it, but not from the same sleazy direction as me. I waited enough time for our conversation topic to change so it wouldn't be obvious that I was turned on by Marcus when I got down under the table and start unzipping Antonio's jeans. I was drunk and hearing the twink get his ass loaded and given me a craving for cum that I needed to satisfy. He was happy to oblige, he lifted his butt so I could take his jeans off and start sucking on his cock. Antonio had a fat 8 inch cock, one of the thickest I've ever had and big bull balls. He made me jaw ache, in the best way possible. I bobbed my head up and down on him as he leaned back and spread his legs wider. He always told me that I gave the best head he had, he was sometimes so out of breath by the time I finished that he couldn't bring himself to move for about 20 minutes. It wasn't long until I was swallowing his load. A few weeks later, Marcus was much more settled in. He had a job now and was picking up small amount of language. He had not seen the Slovakian twink again, but had brought home several other guys since, he had also fucked a friend of mine when we had a house party. He fucked me friend raw and he wouldn't let Marcus cum inside me, he felt guilty for fucking raw and freaked out a little. It was early on saturday morning and Antonio was getting up to go to work. I was still half asleep when I felt his tongue on my ass. “What are you doing? Don't you have to go to work” “Yeah but I'm horny, just let me fuck you before I go” I had no arguments, so I arched my back and pointed my ass up. He ate me out for a few minutes before he pushed his thick cock at my hole. He had fucked me the night before so it didn't take long to get into the rhythm. Soon he was pounding me and I could feel his balls slap against mine with each thrust. He started breathing heavy and I could tell me was close. He reached around and grasped his hand over my mouth as he gave a final thrust and drove his cum deep into my ass. “Good boy” he laughed as he pulled out and slapped my ass. I lay down flat and watched with a smile on my face as he dressed to leave. He gave me a kiss and left as I went back to sleep. I woke several hours later. It was one and Antonio would be back at two. I had woken up horny as I hadn't cum that morning. I got up and ate something standing by the counter. I reached back to my ass and felt it was still wet with Antonio's cum from this morning. I licked my finger clean and came up with an idea. I would wait for him to come home on my hands and knees in a jockstrap. I smoked a joint and put on my favourite white and red jock. I lay over the bed with my ass up and presented, I was still wet but I decided to finger myself with some lube to make sure I was good and open when he got home. I left the bedroom door open and closed my eyes while I played with myself, ass up and pointed towards the door. After a while I heart the door of the flat open and footsteps approaching. I was so hard and excited to feel his thick cock back in my ass. I heard him walk up behind me and open his belt. Then I felt a pressure on my ass, but it was different. I opened my eyes immediately and looked back over my shoulder to see Marcus with his cock pressed against my wet asshole. His cock was smaller than Antonio's but still substantial. Seeing him there instead of my boyfriend made me much harder. Knowing that he walked in and saw me offering up my ass and decided to come take it turned me on so much, I pushed back and impaled myself on him, taking him down to the balls. He gasped and then smirked, “Puta”. He put one leg up on the bed and pushed down on my lower back as he started pounding into my ass merciselly. He stuck his fingers in my mouth and then jammed them into my hole alongside his cock, stretching me further. All the while he was cursing in Spanish. He pulled out and forcefully turned me around to jam his cock into my mouth. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced me up and down on his cock. Before long he pulled me off and turned around, pushing my face into his ass. I lapped greedily at his hole, tasting the sweat from his skin. He groaned as I did this and pushed back onto my tongue. He only stayed like this for a few minutes before turned around and fucking my mouth again while he reached back and roughly fingered my sloppy hole. He climbed up over my head then put his bare foot on my head while he slid his cock back into my. I opened my mouth and took his toes into my mouth and sucked them. He laughed and said something in Spanish again. He sped up his fucking and started to growl aggressively as he pounded me. With a few final thrusts he blew his load. He slowly pulled out and walked around the bed and presented his deflating cock to me, dripping with his cum and Antonio's from that morning. I greedily sucked it and cleaned him off. He grabbed me under the chin and pulled me away from his cock, he spat into my open mouth. He then picked his clothes up and left, I heard him close his bedroom door. I was stunned by what had happened. I looked into the mirror on the wall opposite the bed and looked at my ass dripping with cum. A few minutes later the front door opened and Antonion entered. He saw me on my knees on the bed with cum dripping from my ass and grinned. “Fuck, I came so much this morning. You want some more?” He groped his cock and winked at me. “Absolutely, come one”. He unzipped and walked over to the bed, not bothering to lube up before he jammed his big cock into me. He slid in easily on Marcus's cum and was soon fucking me, with the wet noise of a cummy fuck filling the room. There is no greater pleasure in my opinion than being bred by one cock and then having an even larger cock fuck you using the first guy's cum as lube. After he flipped me over and dragged me to the edge of the bed he pushed my legs back and fucked me roughly. A drop of cum slid down from my asshole and landed on my chest. I came hard and fired onto my own face. After Antonion came he sank down on his knees and began to my ass. “Oh you're so full of my cum baby” he moaned.

This story begins years ago. I was out of town, visiting relatives with my parents and I was bored. I was 26 and had been dating around awhile and I usually went for guys aroung my age. But, this 18 year old top hit me up online - don't remember the site. This guy was so not my type. He was a tiny twink and a total queen. Eyebrows tweezed, some guyliner, the works. But, I was looking for something to do. I agreed to go grab coffee with him. I drove over to his place to pick him up and the story got worse. He was just as pictured, but the house he was staying in was not his own/parents/family. It was a "friend's house." He had no job and was not in school having just graduated from high school. No drive or ambition. I was so not looking forward to the rest of this coffee date as we drove to the coffee shop. He was so twinky and queeny that I was even kind of embarrassed to be seen with him. I could not imagine this guy was a top. Not ever. I also could not imagine ever having sex with him. We grabbed coffee and I got a good look at him. He was a very pretty man. But it was his jeans that got me. The bulge in his tight jeans and the ass were amazing. I actually thought, well I might fuck that ass. It was a prime 18 year old ass. But, as he talked I couldn't imagine the sex. As coffee went on he was talking about some EDM music I hadn't heard and I like to dance. That was one thing we had in common - liking to dance. I agreed to go back to his place to listen to some music. We got to the "friend's house" and it was the total dump I expected it to be - dirty, clothes in piles, ashtrays full, garbage overflowing, gross kitchen and bathroom. I thought I'm not going to be here long. I was right! He had lured me there for sex. No surprise. Once his mouth was on mine and his hands were pulling off my shorts; I was like wow this dude is a top. He was a top that had me naked in under 5 minutes and was a fucking hoover on my cock. God damn, this 18 year old kid sucked dick well. He sat me on the dirty couch and sucked my cock and balls. It was so hot. But, it got hotter when this tiny twink lifted my legs and started eating my ass. He didn't just eat my ass. He called it a pussy. He kept making me tell him how much I liked him rimming my pussy. Then, he was gone. Twink away. Poof! I was lowering my legs. Surprised. When he came back with lube and a condom. He resumed eating my ass and then started to finger me. He asked if I liked getting my pussy stretched open. I kept moaning and saying yes. Next thing I know, his cock is pushing in my ass and I winced and groaned as he just kept pushing inside me. He bottomed out on my ass and said, "you like that cock in your pussy hole." I moaned, yes. He started to fuck me, slide in and out of my ass. It felt so good. His cock had to be 8". I hadn't even sucked it yet and he was inside me. I spread my legs wider for him and he called me a good bitch. After about 5 minutes, he said "I'm going to cum in you." I said yes. And when he shot his load, I could feel it inside me. I realized this tiny femme twink had just bred me. He hadn't used the condom that was right there on the dirty coffee table. He sucked me off and swallowed my load. Then, he said, I had fun. Thanks for coming. I got dressed and left. Six years later.........visiting the same relatives with my parents. I'm online and I see this hot dude that looks really familiar. It was him. He was still really pretty, but bulked up. He was now buff and pretty. I hit him up right away. We chatted about how fun the sex had been, but we also talked about dating and guys and jobs and family and life. It was a long online conversation. We agreed to meet up again. As soon as I saw him I wanted him inside me again. We went to dinner and had a good time. Then we went to take a walk around a local park and talk. We were on a trail and we'd been flirty and kind of holding hands a bit. As soon as we got out of sight of the other people, we kissed and were on the ground dry humping. After a few minutes of dry humping and making out, he got me on my hands and knees and was rubbing his cock on my ass doggy style - both of us in jeans. I undid my buttons on my jeans and pushed them down in the back exposing my ass. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me and he did. He undid his jeans and spit on his cock a few times. There wasn't much lube, but I was determined to take his cock. He fucked me right there in the park, just off the trail and came in my ass. Then we heard people coming and we cleaned ourselves off just in time for them to see us kissing. We looked so innocent. Ha! I asked him back to my hotel. He came with me and talked in the car. He said, "I guess you're not going to make me wear a condom when we are at your hotel." I said, "I don't have any. I just assumed you'd fuck me raw just like last time." He chuckled and said, "oh I forgot I did that. You were so easy. I knew I'd fuck you the minute I saw you then, just like this time." We kissed and then he said, "you have a pussy smell, like a pheromone or something that says fuck me." We both laughed. That night he fucked me 3 more times. Only the first time did we use lube. After that he just shoved it in using his previous loads to lube my ass. By the end I was begging him to cum inside me. A dude I'd never imagine in a million years fucking my ass and breeding me; he did it not only once as a tiny femme twink; but also as a pretty buff boy-man. Fuck he was fun!

I love being choked with bare hands or gloves when being fucked, usually on my back so he can really press down on my throat. I've been choked nearly out a couple of times, which was intense but the top (same guy, both times) was smart enough to release me just before I went completely - right before blowing his load deep into me. The combination of a rush of oxygen and a warm rush of spunk inside me was just awesome!

This weekend i spent 3 days in a nyc porn theater crawling with men who looked like they had aids. You know the gaunt look, wasting away look.im neg and healthy but im soo turned on by these hot aids men seeding me. They were looking at my cute full healthy face with lust. One guy followed me into the dark room. I was so turned on. He looked sickly with a bad cough about 120lbs but tall and lifeless eyes. He pulled my pants down in the dark room and fingered my wet soft pussy. It felt like heaven. As he breathed down my neck i smelled that he probably didnt bathe in a few days and smelled cig smoke and alcohol.He was in total control. He knew what he wanted. Being an obedient slut i sucked his smelly cock hard. I then whispered in his ear that im neg status. He said he was poz off meds. He said i am going to fuck your soft pussy and give you my virus. I had a bottle of congac in my pocket. I took a huge gulp and my head was spinning. He then slid his aids cock into my soft tender and wet pussy. I was trembling with excitement. He then put poppers under my nose and forced the bottle in my nostril as his hot cock slid in and out. He was moaning so loud in pleasure. He pushed his hard hot cock deeper into me sliding slowly. But as his precum lubricated my tight pussy he started pounding hard. He shot a thick hot load into my ass quickly. I felt his hot semen explode in me. He kissed me on the cheek and walked away.

I was checking my Grindr last night, and to my surprise, I discovered one of my workmates looking for cock. Not that this is the way I usually express, but he actually WAS looking for cock. I hesitated first before sending him a "hi" message, mainly because his reaction of being 'busted' by me -and he doesn't know I'm gay- was out of my knoledge. After some minutes of thinking, I messaged him but got no reply... until this morning. Pretty dull reply, but at least he 'dared' t say something: "Hey! Didn't know you were in here too." D'oh. It was kind of lame. We have each other on Facebook and Instagram, but never actually interacted, so we started small talking about our holidays -we're both out this month. Anyway, I've considered drilling his ass for a while, but of course, being around work -we work at a school- it's impossible to approach him in such manner, so this morning I had my shot. He asked me what I was looking for, 'morning sex' I replied. What a shock when he said: "Sweet, me too." Everything was going too well. It was nearly 9.00 so I invited him to come over for breakfast and he agreed. About 20 minutes or so later, he rang my doorbell and my heart raced. Adrenaline was rushing through my body like poppers. I opened the door and he said 'hi'. He was so sexy. He's wearing a loose tank, tight shorts, flip-flops, sunglasses, and a cool hat. I was shirtless. We shook hands and we went into the kitchen. He didn't notice my boner at that moment. We were having coffee and talking, so he started asking me about my chest and traps tattoos. "I didn't know you had them." "Well, I'm not showing them at work, you know." "They look sexy. Did they hurt?" "They are sexy. This one [pointing at the centre of my chest] yes, but not the others." So he was checking me out over his coffee. He just needed a push -a pounding, actually. We finished our breakfast and his politeness forced him to stand up and grab the empty cups and dishes. He was standing before the sink and was rinsing them, so I had the perfect angle and time to make my move. I stood up and embraced him from behind. He started trembling and said: "What are you doing?" I pressed my rock hard cock against his ass. "What do you think?" He kept rinsing the dishes, "it's complicated, we're workmates," he added. I wasn't going to let him get away so I put my hand on his bulge, and I noticed he was rock hard too. "Come on, you know you want this as much as I do." He turned around and gave me a profound look. We know we were about to cross the line, so I took him by his hand and guided him to my room. What a sweet surprise was my discovery when I undressed him...

My boyfriend and I go to the bathhouse and other cruise spots together. We both take cocks bb (he is vers, I am a bottom). He's doesn't quite realize how much of a nasty pig I am as far as other stuff, but the bb thing is a non-issue.

Congratulations Tightass74 - welcome to the club! Now to take many more and enjoy life as a sleazy poz pig!!

Congrats! There's such a rush to it, almost like losing your virginity all over again!

When I became single after a long relationship I thought I would have no chance - mid forties, ordinary looking, bit of a belly. But when I got the confidence to go out cruising after so long I was surprised at the opportunities. I was also surprised at how many guys, young guys especially, seemed willing to bend over and take it bareback. Watching bare cocks sliding up fit lads arses really turned me on and I began to think about it more and more. I had played safe for about a year but was becoming more and more tempted when this happened. I was up in Birmingham for a meeting which finished early. I had some time to spare and so thought I would check out one of the saunas for a couple of hours before I had to catch my train back to London. It was mid afternoon on a weekday so I knew the sauna would probably be quiet but I had been working really hard and hadn't come for about a week so figured it was worth a try. It was pretty quiet in there - I wandered around for a while but there was nothing much going on. I went back to my locker to get some money out to buy a drink and as I opened my locker a really good looking young lad came in. He had dark spikey hair and was wearing trackies and a T shirt. He looked to be in his late teens or early twenties. I took my time getting my money out as I watched him getting undressed. He lowered his trousers and then took his T shirt off. He had his back to me and I watched as he pulled his pants down and as he took them off he bent over giving me a great view of his fit young arse. I went and got my drink and then went for another wander around. It was still quiet and there was no sign of the young lad. Not that I would have dreamt of trying to cruise him anyway as I figured he wouldn't look twice at me. After some time in the steam room I went for one more walk round before leaving and I went towards the dark area. It was actually not that dark and it had a leather bed in the middle of it. I had passed through a few times but nothing had been happening. As I approached this time I could hear panting and the sound of flesh slapping on flesh. Finally - some action. I looked in to the dark room - and there was the young lad I had seen in the locker room, kneeling up on the bed, being fucked from behind. The guy fucking him was a fit, stocky guy who looked to be in his thirties. I stood playing with my cock under my towel as I watched this fit young lad taking it up the arse. I thought they would want me to leave but to my surprise the young lad motioned to me to come towards him. I dropped my towel and went towards him. He reched out and pulled my cock towards his mouth. He started sucking me - and it was all I could do to stop myself coming on the spot. He sucked me well while the other guy continued to fuck him up the arse. He was speeding up now and I guessed he was probably close to coming. So was I, so I pulled out the lad's mouth and went round to watch as the other guy started fucking him harder and faster. I watched his cock slamming in and out of the lad's arse - I couldn't see a condom and I wondered if he was doing him bareback. The thought turned me on even more and as I watched, the guy doing the fucking gave a groan and pushed hard up the lad's arse a couple of times. He pulled out and I saw his bare cock glistening with spunk. As I thought - he had just been fucked bareback and taken a load of spunk up his arse. Just then the young lad looked over his shoulder and moved round on the bed so that his arse was pointed right at me. He pulled his cheeks apart and showed me his arsehole, glistening with spunk. There was no way I could resist. I lined up my cock against his spunky hole and pushed it right up him. It slid up him easily and I began to fuck him - bareback. I enjoyed every minute of the fuck and I lasted longer than I thought I would but eventually the inevitable happened and I fel myself starting to come. I fucked him as hard as I could and soon I was shooting what felt like a massive load of spunk right up him. I felt like I was never going to stop coming. I had finally given in to temptation and I knew as I shot my spunk right up his unprotected arsehole that there would be no turning back for me.

took my first loads a couple days after my 18th birthday...these two hispanic guys who did my dad's landscaping were always teasing me in a nice way in front of my dad and asking to fuck me...(i was out to my dad and he was cool about it)...my dad told them that when i turned 18 they could ask and I could legally decide....a few days after my birthday they knocked on the door when they were done with the lawn and asked my dad if I was home and if I was ready to get fucked...my dad called me and I went into the garage with them and proceeded to get pounded raw and take two hot loads deep in me...

I got 5 loads last night at Slammers in Ft. Lauderdale! First one was almost as soon as I walked in the door by this TOTALLY hot top! Took a load in the mouth in addition to the 5 in my ass!

Went to this black guy's place and got a load today. He just had this big room in an old run down rooming house - sorta sleazy. He just treated me like a hole and was done in less than 10 minutes.

met a freaky guy about an hour ago in the rambles. ate his ass, fucked him, dropped a load.....sucked it out