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Started dating this 22yo fit runner guy, very lean body and slightly hairy. I was topping him in missionary position with a condom. When i pulled out to add lube, the condom had slid halfway off. He said fuck it, let's go bb. So i took off the condom, added lube and started rubbing my dick on his hole. Going inside him felt a million times better raw, and my raw cock became rock hard. I fucked and he jerked himself. When he came the cum was pouring from his dick. I licked it from his abs and we kissed for a few mins. He then turned onto his stomach and i continued to fuck him, with him moaning from pleasure. I had to fuck slow and deep to delay cumming. I then came deep inside of him, and could feel a ton of cum being unloaded. He wanted me to stay in, so i spent about 5mins cuddling with my dick plugging his butt. When i pulled out we went to sleep with my load inside him. Seeing him again tomorrow. Have been saving my load for days!

I often frequent the Blue Store booths, having started going when I was 19 to get random anonymous blow jobs, maybe suck some cock myself. The first time I visited the place I was staying at a friend's place on 20th Street, and as my boyfriend at the time wasn't really into sucking me off, I was walking the street one night, feeling kind of horny, when a guy on the Avenue gave me the eye and gestured for me to follow him. We stepped into the sex shop and he headed straight to the back. Although I had been in the shop a few times, I had never before visited the booths, so I was both nervous and excited as hell. I went into one booth and he entered the adjacent one. I noticed the slot on the partition and knew exactly what went down here, so I passed me a dollar through the slot and I fed the viewing machine, unzipped and let him take my throbbing hard cock into his mouth. The head was amazing and I let myself get into the feeling of having this random guy just work my pole. He slid something into my hand and I realized it was a bottle of poppers, so I took a hit and I pulsated with pleasure. This was the best head I had ever received. It wasn't just his talented mouth, it was the entire experience. The detachment from his humanity: just a disembodied mouth and my cock protruding from the wall. No grubby hands touching me, no 'let's cuddle' talks. It was just the design of the experience that held me. Needless to say I blew a huge steamy load in his mouth and promptly ducked out of there. That was before I was pozzed, before I started taking anonymous loads in my ass. After I found out my status I pretty much became a major cum whore, and the first thing I wanted to do was go to the booths and take some raw cock. Like this past Tuesday night, for example. It seems it was Top-Tuesday and every anonymous raw glory hole top in Manhattan wanted to get some boy ass without all the contact. I walked into the Blue Store ready with poppers, my ass totally cleaned out and lots of one dollar bills. Entering the booth section of the store, I saw a guy who is ALWAYS there. I'm not kidding. I see him almost every time I'm there and if I go to the booths at least twice a week, he is almost always there. Hell - he's on a first-name basis with the damn staff. But he had a great cock and loves to get fucked raw so I always oblige. I actually love fucking him. He must be so diseased up and nasty by now the thought of it makes me throb. I like to give it to him hard and for a long time. He's always clean, never a messy situation which is very much appreciated. Nothing worse that getting a dirty dick without at least a sink around (yeah, Starbuck's cock-washes have happened). I like to keep the 'use the booth, please' guys happy and feed the machine but when that light goes on and I get to actually see in detail what my cock looks like sliding in and out of his ass. I just have to savor the moment and take a hot of poppers and watch myself fuck. Usually this guy will give me the signal that he wanted to plow my ass and I bend over but I think I got a little too into ramming him because he had to stop. When he left, this ass-eating guy bent me over and sucked my hole for a while. Then he slid his cock through and I just slipped my wet ass lips right on his pole. He moaned really loudly. I let him fuck me and he kept pulling out to taste my ass and then fuck some more. He came real heavy and deep and I squeezed my ass to get every drop. Then I sucked him clean. As soon as he left this black guy came in and just whipped out an enormous uncut cock that pointed down and to the left. Cummy and wet I just slid onto him and with in a few stroked he loaded me up. He pulled out really fast and I felt some cum slop to the floor. He seemed kind of freaked out that he just fucked me raw and ran out. Afterwards I took maybe two or three more random, not very noteworthy loads from average dicks which came really fast - three-stroke wonders, so to speak. I don't actually mind this because I get to to tally my loads faster. But the last guy was a different ass-eater and he was GREAT at it. I was squealing like a little bitch and when he stood up to get his dick in me it felt like it just kept sliding in forever. His dick was HUGE! He was white, maybe light skinned Latino and fucked like every man should, with long hard deep thrusts that hurt. I was poppered out of my mind to take that cock but held my own and pushed my cummy little ass right against that partition and took it like a champ. I knew he was poz because right before he came he asked "You want it pig bitch?" loudly enough for everyone to hear. Of course I replied "Yes, give it to me." With that he grunted, blowing his load into my decidedly creamy hole growling "Take it, take it, take all of that dirty load boy FUCK YEAH!" He was honestly really loud and I'm usually not verbal at the booths but I edged him on and thanked him for the dirty load as I stroked my cock to completion. I left what must have been a half a cup of poz cum on the floor of the booth. When I zipped up, cleaned off and stepped into the store guys were smiling at me and my frequent booth buddy was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I walked out of there a little embarrassed and all I could think of was (a) "Damn, I need a cigarette," and ( "Hope I don't have a huge wet stain on my jeans." xoxo Jack

I discovered public toilets during my first year at university. I had been brought up in a very religious community in the north of Scotland and when I came down to Glasgow to start university I had just turned 18. I loved everything about living in the city. I had very little sexual experience and in many ways I was quite innocent but I masturbated frequently, thinking about fit lads and their cocks and balls and arses. I suppose I knew that things sometimes went on in public toilets but I had never really thought about it. Then one afternoon I didn't feel like studying so I went for a walk. I walked right through Kelvingrove Park and out the other end and after a while I came to another park which had a public toilet near the entrance. Genuinely needing to pee, I went in.... I knew as soon as I went in that something was going on. A cubicle door was shut quickly and I saw someone disappearing round the side to the sink area. An older guy was standing at the urinal and as I began to piss I sensed he was looking at me. I finished pissing but didn't put my cock away. Nothing happened for a minute or two and then the older guy turned towards me, showing me his hard cock I was shitting myself, but I turned towards him and showed him my cock and before long we were both wanking. He moved towards me and took hold of my cock. It was all I could do to stop myself shooting my load there and then but as he started to wank me, a cubicle door opened behind us. I turned round and saw a blond lad about my own age sitting on the toilet, his pants and trousers at his ankles and just then another guy came round from the sink area and went and stood in front of him. The older guy stopped wanking and went and stood in front of the cubicle, motioning to me to follow him. I really wanted to see what was happening so I followed him and soon I was watching the young lad suck the other guy's cock. I was more turned on than I had ever been and soon I had my cock out again, wanking as I watched the guy come in the young lad's mouth. When he had finished coming, he zipped himself out and left. I thought the show was over but the young lad motioned to me to come and stand in front of him. I hesitated for a moment but the older guy pushed me gently towards the young lad and soon my cock was in his mouth and I was being sucked off for the very first time. I cant tell you how good it felt and I knew I wouldn't last very long. The older guy was standing right behind me and I didn't stop him when he pulled my pants down to my knees and began to play with my arse, pulling my cheeks apart and fingering my arse hole. When he wet his finger and pushed it right up my hole I lost it and blew my load right into the young lad's mouth. I was out of there in seconds, mortified by what I had done but also more turned on than I had ever been. I remembered my upbringing and vowed to myself that I would never to anything like that again. That vow lasted about a week and then I was back there. I got sucked off again and enjoyed every minute of it. I started going there regularly and sucked my first cock in there. One afternoon the blond lad who had sucked me off was in there again. This time he was bent over the toilet being fucked by an older guy. I watched and wanked as the guy came up his arse and, though I had the chance to take my turn fucking him, I just wasn't quite ready to do that yet so I watched and wanked as another guy fucked him and shot my load down the tiles of the cubicle wall as he too shot his load up the young blond lad. A few weeks later I was in a toilet I had discovered near the university and I was sucking off a tall dark haired guy. He told me he lived nearby and asked me if I wanted to come back to his flat and fuck him. I liked him - he was tall and geeky looking, early to mid 30s and I liked his smile so I said yes and followed him to his flat. Soon I was sucking his cock again and then he pulled me up and we both stripped off (my first time naked with another guy!) and carried on sucking each other. Then he asked me to fuck him and laid back on the bed with his legs in the air. I was very horny but also quite nervous and somehow I just couldn't quite get my cock up him. I thought he would laugh at me but he was very patient with my fumbling attempts to get my cock up his arse. Smiling, he suggested "Let me make it easier for you." With that he turned round and knelt on the bed, pushing his arse towards me and pulling his cheeks apart. I stood behind him and pushed. This time my cock went right up him and I began to fuck. I wanted the feeling to last forever but I knew it wouldn't be too long before I blew my load. He sensed I was getting close and told me to fuck him harder and cum in his arse. Shooting my cum up him was the best feeling ever and as I walked back to my Halls of Residence I was on top of the world - I had finally done it!! I was growing in confidence now and a week or so later I slipped my cock up another lad in a toilet and fucked him. I knew I was ready to be fucked but so far, despite quite a few offers, I hadn't let anyone fuck my virgin 18 year old arse hole. One day I was in a toilet cubicle with another student and I was lubed and bent over the toilet. He was just about to push his cock up me when there was a disturbance outside - some drunk guy was shouting so we thought it better to zip up and get out of there before he came in. I was a bit disappointed, but I knew now it wouldn't be too long before I took a cock in my arse. A week or so later I was in a toilet in a park in the north of Glasgow. I had discovered it a few weeks before and had had some really horny experiences in there. It was dirty, with cobwebs and boarded up windows and smelt of piss but it was rapidly becoming one of my favourite haunts. Most of the action took place round the corner in the sink area and one afternoon I was in there sucking off an older guy. We were joined by another lad - a fit builder lad in a sweatshirt and trackie bottoms which were splashed with paint and plaster. He pulled out his cock so I began to suck him, moving between him and the older guy. I really fancied the builder lad and enjoyed every minute of sucking his fat cock. As I sucked him, the older guy pulled me up and unzipped my trousers, pulling them down along with my pants. I was so turned on sucking the builder lad that I didn't stop him when he started wanking me and fingering my arse hole, even when I felt him rubbing some lube into my hole. I felt the head of his cock pushing against my hole and instinctively I spread my legs further and pushed back. After a couple of failed attempts, his cock slid up my virgin bum hole - I was being fucked! It hurt at first, of course, but after a fairly short time I began to really enjoy it. I didn't really fancy the guy who was fucking me but I loved the fact that he was doing it as I sucked off the fit builder lad. I wondered what my family would say if they could see me, pants down in dirty public toilet being fucked by a total stranger. Somehow this thought made me even hornier and when the older guy shot his cum into me and pulled out I turned round and offered my arse to the builder lad. He didn't hesitate and soon I was being fucked for the second time. His cock was bigger but I managed to take it. He fucked me hard and fast and soon I was taking a second load of cum up my no longer virgin hole. As I walked back through the park I felt as if my hole was gaping and I wasn't sure I could stop the cum sliding out. Then I thought "why not?" and pushed. Two loads of cum slid out my arse into my underpants and when I got back to my room in the Halls of Residence my pants were sopping wet with spunk and again I felt on top of the world. The next time I went back to that toilet I noticed a breakdown truck parked near the park entrance. When I went into the toilet a young, dark haired guy in mechanic's overalls was standing at the urinal. Soon we were wanking together and before too long we were in a cubicle and I was bent over the toilet being fucked again. He was a very fit lad and I enjoyed every minute of him fucking me. When he had cum in my arse he asked if I wanted to fuck him and soon he was bent over the toilet, his overalls at his ankles and his white pants stretched across his knees as I fucked his tight, hairy arse and shot my load up him. It didn't get much better than this! The following week I was back in the first toilet I had visited and the young blond lad was in there again. I watched as two older guys fucked him. This time I took my turn and shot a load up him myself before pulling out and letting another guy take over. I didn't hold back now - and have had many horny experiences in public toilets over the years. Of course I can't remember most of them, but I can remember some of my best experiences like it was yesterday. I'll share some of those in Part 2.

I just came from the bathhouse in Philly. I saw that a porn star (no names) was here this week. I have never been with a pro before but when I saw who it was I had to do it. I met him at the front door, paid his entrance fee and then paid him as soon as I got to my room. In no time I striped and so did he. Incredible hot toned body and huge cock. I sucked him and he spun me around and shoved his cock in me raw. Before meeting I asked if he was poz and he said he was. I told him that I got off on poz talk when being fucked. So he is pounding away in me, door to room was open because i love an audience when I am getting fucked. He is loudly saying how he is going to breed me with his poz charged load. Guys in the hall were jerking off. A hot guy from the hallway came in and I was double fucked. Then we moved up to the sling and he pounded away in me. When he came in me he grunted then yelled that I was getting his dirty seed and DNA. He shot a huge load in me. We went back to my room and I sucked him and he fucked me some more. Then he fisted me, loosening me up and getting to the point of punch fisting me and double fisting. Then we opened the door again and I sucked him. He said he was ready to cum again so he told me to turn around and take more of his charged seed. Nice cum load again, it was dripping down my legs. Very hot. I expected him to be aloof and not into an older guy like me but he said I had a great ass and loved fucking me. Really nice guy. I would hookup with him again if he comes back (he lives in San Francisco). I will remember that time at the bathhouse forever.

Here's the next installment, another long build-up. Hope it's not a spoiler, but finally: MORE FUCKING! I promise I'll try to keep going...I've got ideas...it just takes longer to get them worked out as the story gets more complex. _________________________________ Chapter 14)“You don’t have to wait with me,” I said. Mike smiled, shrugged and said, “I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on anything else anyway.” Mike and I were waiting for my parents to arrive; I’d gotten a text from my mom about a half hour ago that their flight had landed. We sat on the porch swing that hung on the verandah in front of the frat house. It was a pleasant day, a little cool, reminding me that soon the trees would be decked out for fall. I had on a black raincoat and a heavy cotton sweater over jeans and purple t-shirt, but I shivered a little and moved closer to Mike, craving the additional body warmth. Among other things. Not being able to fuck with him was pretty much driving me berserk, last night notwithstanding. He casually slipped his arm around my shoulders and I leaned against him; he was in jeans and a white, long sleeved football jersey along with a dark green zippered hoodie. Almost everyone else was either at the library, the gym or class. I wondered if a note from my parents would excuse me from missing the second session of my western civilization class and the first meeting of the anthropology course I’d signed up for. I saw a dark sedan drive slowly up the street and spotted my mom riding shotgun, Dad in the driver’s seat; the car pulled over. I could see Mom was wearing enormous sunglasses. The car doors opened, so we stood and started down the steps to meet them. Mom, brunette, slim and petite, was dressed in what I thought of as her travelling reporter’s outfit: a simple pale blue top, a multi-colored silk scarf at her neck, navy pantsuit, black ankle boots with a modest heel, topped off with a navy trench coat. Dad, fair-haired, tall and lanky but with a slightly soft belly, was in khakis and an olive green suede blazer with an off-white oxford shirt and a pair of coppery brown brogues. “Darren!” my mother exclaimed in a hoarse voice as soon as she saw me. She left Dad in the dust, running towards me as I moved down the front walk to meet her, then nearly strangled me with a hug. I could feel her shoulders shaking slightly, and knew she was crying. “I’m fine,” I said, my own eyes a little wet, at the same time embarrassed by the display of emotion. “But I’m really glad you’re here.” She pulled back, and gently kissed my bruised cheek. “Is that better?” she said, sniffling and dabbing at her eyes behind their concealing shades with a tissue. “Just what I needed, a mother’s kiss.” She hugged me again, as if needing further reassurance that I was really still in once piece and not irreparably damaged. Dad walked slowly, looking tired and upset. The atmosphere felt a little brittle, so I assumed they’d been arguing. But that was nothing new; they’d disagree, pout for a few days and then finally work it out. I hoped this would be as easily resolved, since it seemed like Mom blamed my dad for my situation, at least in part – and she was fiercely protective of me, her only child. Maybe if I actually read her memoir I’d understand her better, but it felt too icky. From what I’d heard there were reproductions of ultrasounds of me, that she went into the gory details of tracking her periods and scheduling sex with Dad, not to mention the whole IVF thing. I hadn’t even known the book existed until I was 14 and some jerk at school found it and used it to make fun of me, reading passages aloud and posting stuff on Facebook until my mom called his mom and got her to take it away from him with generalized talk of starting a new series of articles on schoolyard bullying and the internet. She decided to go ahead with the articles anyway, which I’d always took to mean that the response she got seriously pissed her off. I turned to my father and said, “Thanks for coming.” He did something very unusual for him: he hugged me. “Of course. There shouldn’t have been any question we’d come, I’m sorry.” Hmm. Maybe that hangdog look wasn’t just an argument with Mom. I think he was embarrassed and guilty that he’d dismissed me and forced me to prove to him I hadn’t concocted the whole thing as an excuse to return to New York. And after all that gave work as a reason he couldn’t come when I asked. I wonder what they’d think when I said I wanted to stay if the question even arose. Meeting Mike and Carlos and Aiden and Aaron and Ike had made all the difference. I turned held out my hand to Mike, who was behind me, and drew him forward. “Mom and Dad, this is Mike, my closest friend here…” Before I could continue, my mother said “I recognize you – you’re…aren’t you one of the young men who saved my son?” her voice cracking. Mike looked a little taken aback. “Yeah, but I had help…” he began. My mother launched herself at him and pulled him into the same strangling hug as she had me. Well she was more or less my height so she couldn’t easily reach his neck, but she might have cracked one of his vertebra or dislocated one of his ribs. Mike looked a little startled but returned her embrace, awkwardly patting her on the back. “Thank you,” she sobbed, over and over again. “I read your book,” Mike said. “I know just how important he is to you, and all of us here care about him a lot.” My mother finally relinquished her grasp, calmed herself and began fishing in her shoulder bag for a fresh tissue. I’d come prepared and handed her the little pack of tissue that I’d put in my jacket pocket. She gave me her “oh my baby is so sweet and thoughtful” look. Ick. My father seemed a little more wary, but extended his hand and added his thanks. “You don’t have to thank me, sir,” Mike said with impeccable manners. I guess his born-again Christian family had valued etiquette. “I couldn’t have done anything else. I’m just sorry the whole thing happened and the worry and upset it’s caused you and Mrs. Leibowitz.” “I’m Mimi to you,” she said with a watery smile. Wow, she’d decided she liked him if she was having him use her nickname already, and hadn’t immediately informed him that she’d kept her maiden name. Mom would be on my side, no problems. “Come in,” I invited them. “Where’s your luggage?” “In the car, angel,” my mom said. “We have hotel reservations, but we can check in later. I couldn’t wait to see you,” she said, giving my arm a squeeze. I could see my parents appraising the house as we entered, the slightly battered parquet floor in the entry hall and the communal living room with its worn but comfortable furniture upholstered in brown, beige and yellow plaid, cream colored walls devoid of decoration, threadbare muddy brown carpet, a banged up coffee table and a scattering of mismatched chairs. All the stuff was probably at least 20 or 25 years old. Aiden, in a skin-tight shirt that showed off his muscles (thankfully with a pair of baggy sweat pants) was curled up on the sofa reading, but put down his text book and stood to greet us. I made the introductions, and like clockwork he was offering refreshments. “We have Danish and muffins, coffee, juice, tea, water…?” “We don’t want to interrupt your study time,” my mom said. “Not a problem,” Aiden reassured. It was as if they would starve if he didn’t feed them. Immediately. “Some coffee would be welcome then,” my dad said, looked at my mom for confirmation, and at her nod added, “make it two.” There was a slightly awkward pause as we waited; I motioned for them to have a seat, and they each took one of the two armchairs that made a group with the sofa, where I’d seated myself. Great. Not sitting together and me right in the middle. “Why don’t I go help Aiden,” Mike said, tactfully exiting. I felt like screaming DON’T LEAVE ME YOU COWARD! Tact is overrated. “How was the trip?” I said to fill up the quiet. “Okay,” Dad said. “We were able to get an early flight,” my mother added. “You must be exhausted,” I said. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hotel, or at least lie down?” Attempting to put off the inevitable… “We’re tired, but not sleepy if that makes any sense,” my mom said. I could see that her eyes were red and slightly puffy now that the sunglasses were off. “And we really need to find out…” Dad started. “Here we go,” said Aiden who was carrying a tray with five mugs of coffee, a carton of milk, a box of sugar, some spoons and napkins with the tell-tale Dunkin’ Donuts logo. Mike followed him with boxes of doughnuts and muffins. I assumed that this was courtesy of Daddy Scorpio or another of the Gang of Five. Saved by the coffee service. Phew! It isn’t that I didn’t want to talk to them. I just wasn’t quite ready and especially didn’t want to do it alone. The next few minutes were taken up with coffee preferences and selecting something to eat. That my mom unbent enough to eat a blueberry muffin, the closest thing to the healthy fare she mandated at home, told me that she was pretty fatigued. I felt a pang; maybe I shouldn’t have insisted that they immediately come here, it could have waited. But that wasn’t true – we had to get ahead of the curve. If we delayed those slippery bastards would figure out a way to stonewall the entire thing. Now was the time to strike, while they were scared, disorganized and hopefully hadn’t yet contacted the university president or the dean or whoever and put their own spin on everything that had happened. After we’d all sipped coffee and nibbled at muffins or Danish for a few minutes in silence, my Dad said “We need to talk about what happened, Darren. And find out just what the hell is going on…” His voice had gotten progressively louder and more agitated. “Ken, darling,” my mother interrupted. “We agreed that we’d speak about this calmly.” “I’m calm,” he grumbled. “Not if you’re already starting to shout and curse.” “I wasn’t shouting,” he said irritably. “Maybe Aiden and I should leave you alone,” Mike said. “No!” I exclaimed immediately. I answered my father’s thousand yard stare (he could give hardened prison inmates a run for their money) by saying “They’re my friends and this involves them, too. So we can talk while they’re here.” The trick with my dad was to come straight back at him. Otherwise, he’d flatten you like a steamroller. He clutched his hair in his right hand and gave an explosive breath, then breathed more deeply and said. “Fine. Please tell us what’s going on,” he said with an air of enforced calm, glancing at my mom who nodded her approval. “You should know that we decided we had to watch the entire video you sent.” That’s what Mom meant when she said she recognized Mike. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. It was a little too close for comfort, but then again my mom had written in detail about her menstrual periods in The New York Times. “It was…shocking,” said my mother, gently, clearly tamping down her reaction. “You kept saying that the situation was complex, sweetie. Can you explain it to us now that we’re here?” “It’s kind of a long story. Mike, Aiden, feel free to add stuff or correct me, you’ve been here longer.” I told them my edited version of events. I have to give it to them, they managed to keep quiet while I explained how the entire fraternity had been subjected to the same kind of abuse that I had been, and that it had been covered up by the Gang of 5. “In other words, the football coach, the dean of students and the heads of the major academic departments treat this fraternity like it’s a harem of young men for their personal pleasure?” my mother said, outrage spiking her voice. So much for calm discussion. “Pretty much, Mom.” “Why the fuck did your ‘friends’ choose YOU to be the one to blow this up?” my father erupted. “I volunteered when they told me what was going on.” I said back as calmly as I could. My dad was yanking at his hair again. “Why did you do that?” he said in a tone of resigned despair. If he wasn’t cursing, he was really at the end of his rope. Time to go in for the kill. “Because the actual situation is even worse,” I answered furiously, finally losing my temper. “The coach is HIV positive, and he’s deliberately had unsafe sex with every single member of this frat. Including me.” That shut them up. Both of them looked stunned. “I’m on medication to stop it, I got it in time. Mike made sure I got there in time,” I corrected myself. “That’s why it had to be me. Coach Zetcher controls the flow medications to frat members to keep them in line. Most of these guys can’t tell their families and can’t afford the medication without his help. I can do both.” More silence. “The way it works is that after a pledge is infected, he’s basically imprisoned in this house, and the dean and heads of major academic departments are allowed to do whatever they like with him sexually in return for altering attendance records and bringing him class work. Otherwise, the logical thing to do as soon as possible would be get treatment before the virus can take hold. And as far as I know once seroconversion happens, they kind of lose interest in the new guy, and go looking elsewhere.” Aiden and Mike offered confirmatory nods. My parent’s faces were ashen. “How long has this been going on?” my dad finally asked. “About twelve years,” Mike answered. “This is one hell of a mess,” my father said. “That’s the understatement of the century,” my mom added. Dad visibly steeled himself. “You have more video?” “Yeah,” I said. “We got all five of them.” He sighed deeply. “I’m going to have to get an associate and a paralegal here and make this an official pro-bono case at my firm on an emergency basis, and get someone else to act as lead. I can’t work on this at all past today. Any defense attorney with any sense will use that you’re my son to try and counter my legal arguments. Oh, God, I have to resign from the board here, too.” “Can’t you just cut a deal?” I asked. “You know, get some money for everyone affected and demand the resignations of the faculty members?” “Darren, this is criminal activity. I can’t cover it up or I risk my entire career. All the members of the fraternity are going to have to give statements to the police.” I made a face, and shot an apologetic look at Mike and Aiden, neither of whom looked happy. Interpreting Mike and Aiden’s expressions correctly my dad said, “The police will be discrete. But right now we’re going to pay a call on the Chancellor,” my father finished, grimly. “I need you and Mike to come with us.” “Better take a copy of the video,” said Aiden who left us to go retrieve it from the room he shared with Carlos. Quentin James, the Chancellor (to whom I took an instant dislike), was a tall, unctuous, well-groomed silver-haired man who oozed greasy charm. His office seemed to me to be over-furnished with ostentatiously expensive modern furniture and art. The frat house we lived in was all beat up, and this guy was blowing the money from our tuition on glossy, trendy Eurotrash furnishings and décor. So it was gratifying to watch him not only suck up to my parents after we arrived, but then all but hyperventilate when they explained to him why we were there, and show him a brief clip of the video. He stuttered, “But…but…no…no complaints have been made about anything like this before. How could we have known if the students affected haven’t stepped forward?” I glanced at Mike and did a double-take; I could see the rage radiating off him. “What about Alan Jennings?” he demanded. “Alan Jennings made wild, unsubstantiated accusations…” the Chancellor stopped, his eyes wide with horror. “And now they’re substantiated,” Mike snapped. “You can’t hide behind not knowing when you refused to look.” “Oh my God,” the Chancellor said, as the reality was borne in on him. “We’ll have to find him and apologize and reinstate his scholarship…” “Too late,” Mike bit out. “He committed suicide this past summer.” The silence was thick and heavy. Mike’s fury made me wonder what his relationship with Alan Jennings had been – was I his replacement? “So, Quentin,” my dad said, “you now have a huge pile of crap to deal with. I’m going to resign from the Board of Advisors, and I suggest you convene a meeting of the faculty and administration as soon as possible. I can’t be involved on either side beyond today because of my connections here at the University and that my son is a victim of multiple crimes at the hands of your faculty members, and likely lead plaintiff in what’s going to be the class action law suit of the century.” “I’m terribly sorry, Darren, about what you’ve been through…” the Chancellor began. “That’s sweet,” I interrupted, “but if you’d listened and investigated earlier it wouldn’t have happened.” “Let’s be clear: we’re not here just because it’s our son,” my mother said, her voice trembling with barely contained fury. “Every one of those boys – no, those beautiful young men is somebody’s son. And this institution has failed miserably at ensuring their physical and emotional safety.” “Ms. Sachs, please, don’t tell me you’re going to write about this.” “Once the investigation is under way, just try and stop me.” “I’m going to tap one of my colleagues to represent my son and his friend’s interests. You should expect to hear from Geoffrey Ward and I assume that he will receive your full cooperation,” he said with his best aggressive smile that wasn’t at all warm. Uncle Jeffy! It’d be as good as having Dad represent us. He wasn’t really my Uncle, but he and my dad had been roommates at Yale law and our families spent a lot of time together. As we walked out of the building Dad took Mom’s hand, then turned and smiled at me and Mike. “I’ve never liked that guy, and told them not to hire him. With any luck, he’ll be out on his ass along with other garbage.” My parents drove to check in at their hotel and insisted on taking Mike and me out for lunch. They dropped us at the house and went back to the hotel to begin work: Dad on his phone while using a work station in the hotel’s business center, setting up arrangements for Uncle Jeffy along with a reasonably sized staff come and set up shop. Mom had already called The New York Times to alert them to the situation so that they could send a crime reporter. She was planning to work on a first draft of a column on her ever-present laptop. They said they’d come to the house that night and order a Chinese food banquet for everyone. When in doubt, feed them was my mom’s motto. Mike had organic chemistry lab that afternoon. And as it worked out, I was able to get to my anthropology seminar after all. We were all interviewed by the police after the legal team arrived; my medical records were offered as proof, though the video was incontrovertible evidence. The legal wheels began to grind, slowly but steadily. My parents ended up staying for the entire week. Every night they made sure that we were all well-fed: pizza one night, barbecue another, deli sandwiches, and then for Friday night my mom made her world-famous sloppy joes along with French fries and ordered an immense chocolate cake for dessert, with a large salad as the nod towards healthful eating. Needless to say, Mom and Dad were very popular. As they were getting ready to leave my dad said to me, “I don’t know, I’m still not 100% sure about your staying here.” “Ken, I think he’ll be fine here. And if I feel good about it, then it has to be safe for him.” “You mean this little Rottweiler we birthed?” he said throwing his arm around my shoulders and giving me an affectionate squeeze. “I’m not worried about him. It’s these guys,” he said, gesturing at Mike, Aiden, Carlos, Aaron and Ike who’d come to see them off. “Do you realize what you’re getting yourselves into?” They exploded with laughter, while I looked at my dad through narrowed eyes and said, “You are so not funny,” while trying not to laugh myself. A week later, we had a fraternity-members only party. Some former members who didn’t live too far away came, too. I’d been elected social director, so I decided that Aiden, Aaron and I would get things started by doing a karaoke version of last summer’s hot song “Bang, Bang,” with me taking Jesse J’s lines, Aiden took Arianna Grande’s part and Aaron committed to learn Nikki Minaj’s rap. We all wore tight jeans and t-shirts, flirting with the crowd. And that was all it took to set in motion our first monthly orgy. Even though he’d been relieved of his faculty position, was out on bail, and not supposed to be within 50 feet of any of us, we managed to smuggle in Larry, our newest cum slut recruit. Having finally been freed of all inhibitions, he was completely insatiable. Making up for lost time I guess. There was a line of guys waiting to bang him, even though he was on his back, one guy fucking his ass, another getting sucked and rimmed by him, a third and fourth in his hands and the fifth rubbing his dick against Larry’s torso. They kept shifting positions: as soon as the guy in his ass unloaded, the one who was being sucked and rimmed shoved his dick up the formerly straight ass, the guy who’d been rubbing his dick against Larry’s torso was at his mouth, one of the hand jobs moved to his chest, and one of the guys waiting in line grabbed the unoccupied hand and guided it to his dick. Larry must have taken about 50 loads that night. Personally, I passed on doing it with him. I was more into being fucked after my enforced anal celibacy. I started with Mike in one of the arm chairs. We undressed each other, I straddled him in the chair and then we were kissing, his hands running over my back and torso, his fingers slipping down to tease my ass. My back arched, and his lips replaced his hands on my chest as he supported me. I sat and rubbed my asshole over his rapidly hardening cock; we were both so hot for it after waiting two weeks for me to heal (on orders from the grumpy nurse practitioner) that we didn’t need a heck of a lot of foreplay. He’d snagged a jar of Vaseline, and was putting a glob of it on and in my butthole, while I rubbed some of the greasy stuff over his huge, twitching, drooling dick. Then I was positioning myself so that the head of his cock was pressed up against my tight hole, and I began to push down. It burned like the first time, which made it like a new beginning: losing my virginity — TAKE TWO, AND………….ACTION!!!!! Mike kept me from going too fast, concerned that I’d hurt myself again. So I pushed steadily, feeling my body reshape to accommodate that thick piece of meat. Finally I could tell I was fully impaled on his rod from the feel his pubic hair against my butt. We were panting and kissing feverishly; my dick was hard and oozing because his dick was hitting my internal hotspot. I rose up a little with his hands supporting my thighs and then down. “OH, honey, that’s incredible,” he whispered in my ear. Like always, even though there were guys all around us having sex and not being quiet about it, we could have been alone, so intense our connection. I rose again, and since he was holding me, I could let one hand dangle behind me, trailing over his balls as I rose and fell, gradually faster, the pressure building until he couldn’t hold still and began thrusting up as I pushed down, both of us grunting, moaning, humping, straining until Mike gave an incoherent shout, slammed hard against me, wrapped his arms around me as he shot a two-day load of cum inside me. I was stroking and tickling his balls, wanting every drop, though I doubted this would be the only time we’d fuck that night. I wouldn’t stop rocking on his dick as he gasped with the pleasure of the satiny embrace of my asshole milking him dry, and then I was shooting my own load between us, splashing our chests and even hitting both our faces. I sagged against him and we kissed languidly. “I’ve really missed that,” I murmured in his ear. He didn’t answer, just stroked my back with long, gentle caresses. I pulled off of him, stood and then felt a pair of warm muscular arms going around me, and a pair of hands covering my eyes. “Guess who this is,” a familiar voice – immediately identifiable as Carlos by his Spanish accent – whispered in my ear. “Uh, Rafael Nadal?” I said teasingly. “No, I got a better ass than his.” “Ooh, Rafael Alancar?” I joked. I’d discovered some of his vids – all disappointingly with condoms – online one night while I was trying to relieve my sexual tensions. “No, my dick is WAY bigger than his.” “Then it has to be Carlos,” I said and pushed back against him. His dick was probably bigger than any porn star’s, and best of all he was right here with me. And a complete sweetheart, not some drug-addled shithead who was more interested in showing off than in fucking. “Third time’s the charm,” he said as I turned in his arms, and our lips met, then our tongues as we tore into one another. He grabbed me and hoisted me so that my legs were wrapped around his waist. He was strong enough to carry me to the sofa, where he knelt, never breaking the kiss, his hands free now to stroke and pet, massaging the cum on my chest into my skin, licking it off my face while his immense dick pressed against me in the crease where my thigh met the groin. My hands were going crazy, touching every inch of his smooth, muscular body that I could reach. He moved to kiss my neck, kissing, licking, biting; I slipped a hand between us and played with his huge, low-hanging balls, and was able to just graze his butthole with my fingers. That made him groan, and kiss me more forcefully; then he stood and was turning his back, pushing that beautiful, round bubble ass in my face for me to worship. Aaron joined us, licking Carlos’ dick. Carlos reached back, and pulled my head more securely against his ass and ordered, “That’s it, baby, lick that man’s asshole, eat me.” “I want to try something new with him,” Aaron said, and whispered in Carlos’ ear as I continued my ass worship, sniffing deeply his pungent, masculine scent, licking, kissing and then sticking my tongue up inside his asshole. He moved away, playing with his dick which was leaking pre-cum, and Aaron brought his dick to my lips and fucked my face for a minute. He kissed me on the mouth, and then licked it, enjoying the taste and smell of Carlo’s ass. Then Aaron was sitting next to me. “Sit on my cock, Darr,” he ordered. He didn’t have to ask twice; he slid in easily with the mixture of Mike’s cum and the Vaseline easing the way. Then I felt another dick probing at my butthole. I jumped, startled, and that’s when Carlos wrapped his arms around me, and began to push his dick inside me right on top of Aaron’s. “I’m not sure about this,” I said. “Relax, baby, relax,” Carlos murmured, his arms tightening. “I know you can take it, and it’s going to be awesome. You’re going to get the best prostate bang and two hot loads inside your sweet little hole.” His dirty talk made me want it now, no matter how hard it was going to be. Carlos pushed in steadily while Aaron and I kissed open-mouthed. Finally I could feel the root of Carlos’ immense cock against me, and he drew back slowly and then pushed inside of me. And again…and again…faster, harder. Aaron was moaning and thrusting and it was as if fireworks were going off inside of me. Carlos had not been kidding, I was getting the prostate rub of my life as they fucked me. Aaron was first, voicing a grunt that got progressively louder, “Unh, Unh, Unh…UNHHAAAAAAOH, I’m cumming!” he groaned. That set off Carlos, whose thrusts went wild, ramming against me, not letting up on the pace until he rammed against me and froze, shouting in Spanish. And that set me off, my prostate, which had been thoroughly pummeled, releasing another load. Aaron reached down and played with my balls, while Carlos thrust in and out while my sphincters clenched and released. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on the sofa. I felt languid, satiated for the time being, and even though I was in a room full of men noisily having sex, I leaned against Aaron, closed my eyes and drifted into a light sleep.

Went back to the cruising area woods today, hot day in shorts and TSHIRT. Bloke there, wanking hus cock, hairy stocky guy, thick cock and small, he got behind me whilst I was leaning forward between the trees, he started pulling my shorts further down, touching my arse between my legs and wanking my hard cock. Broke off another guy appeared, suit job type, big cock, completely stripped his clothes down and started sniffing poppers, the guy with me started sucking his big cock whilst I was sniffing his poppers, I started sucking his balls at the same time while the other bloke was sucking his dick, another guy appeared pants open another big uncut cock oozing precut, the guy were sucking bent down and started sucking the new guys cock, whilst the first guy started rimming him whilst he had bent over, it was so horned and hot, I ended up being fingered whilst I was sucking cocks, I was poppered up and ended up shooting my load all over my shorts front, awesome and horny even without getting fucked, seriously anyone in Manc, you must get here. Message me for details ok

I hooked up at STEAMWORKS with a scruffy bottom who had a sweet, tight ass and who was hungry for fuck seed. He left the door open when he came in my room, so I knew he din't mind being watched while being fucked, which is a turn on for me. Then he suggested I take him to the fuck bench and fuck him in front of other guys. What a fucking turn on. He sucked cock while I bred him. It was hot to have guys come up and feel my balls and bare cock. Anybody else hooked on giving a bareback sex show?

This is a story inspired by a video post I recently watched (and spunked over bigtime!) ********************************************************************************************************************************* I recently changed the pizza place I use for takeaways, and to be honest I was glad I did, the first evening I ordered something I had a fucking stiffy in my pants after seeing the delivery boy, cute short ginger little muscled fucker with a wide smile and a peach of a bum in his shorts that I gazed at longingly as he walked away from my door. Though I could tell he was a little intimidated by a very large black man each time he turned up to deliver pizza he was friendly and chatty. In time he stayed to chat on the doorstop and I gathered that he was a bit dumb and as he giggled one evening, saying he could smell weed, I surmised he was a bit of a stoner. In addition, from the way he looked at me it gave me a hint that maybe fancied me a bit, but maybe a bit shy or intimidated to follow through. My time came late on a Friday night when I got in from work, showered, put on a robe and ordered a pizza. I was watching a bit of porn whilst smoking a joint and idly playing with my semi-hard cock when the buzzer rang. I was waiting at the door when the lad came up the stairs. He was definitely not himself, in fact he looked a bit teary. I asked him what was wrong and he explained that he had just been given a bollocking by his boss. "Awwww, fuck man, that's a bummer. He chew you out big time eh?" The lad sniffed, responding "Yeah, fucking bastard he...." Then he suddenly stopped talking, and just stared downwards. It was then I realised my robe had fallen open. I laughed, saying "Haven't you ever seen another man's cock before?" His face was almost as red as his hair and he mumbled "Of course," but I noticed that he licked his lips. "Hey, when you finish, why don't you come around we can have some beers and some weed." His eyes lit up as he asked "Really? You want me to come and hang out?" I smiled, answering "Sure, kiddo." When he turned up later that night I was ready. I was delighted to see that he even turned up with his own beer. A few beers and a few joints later I asked him why he was so shocked to see my dick earlier. He blushed furiously and stammered-out this answer: "I've never seen a black man's cock before." Naturally I laughed, asking "But you have seen a man's dick before, eh boy?" He nodded somewhat shyly so I pressed harder "Have you sucked one?" God, I almost burst when he nodded blushing bright red again, but picked-up on the thread, saying "Hey, nothing wrong with that boy." He visibly relaxed as if he had let out a big hidden secret. I smiled and pushed the line of question a bit further, asking "Been fucked?" He almost spat his beer out "No!" I laughed, commenting "Well, never say never." Then I pulled-out my meth pipe, lit it, and took a hit. All wide-eyed, he asked "Whats that?" I exhaled, smiling at him, answering "Primo shite, kiddo. Better than weed." He watched me take another hit, and screwing-up his courage, asked "Can I try it?" I casually smiled, and answered "Of course, my boy." I packed the pipe nice and heavy, and then walked over, sat down next to him, handed him the pipe, and as he looked a bit unsure, I told him what to do. He took to the pipe like a baby to its mothers tit, inhaling deeply and then laughing as the hit took hold. "Fuck, that's good." He started to sweat a bit so it was easy for me to get him to take-off his top. His body was even better than I'd anticipated - he was very pale shade of white, smooth-skinned, and very muscled. I re-packed the pipe and handed it to him. As he blew clouds I felt his big pecs and tweaked his nipples. His eyes now glazed over, I put one hand behind his head, pulled my robe open with the other, and felt no no resistance at all as I pushed his head down, his sweet boy mouth opening-up and finding my big hard cock. As he sucked my bulbous cock head I pulled the back of his shorts down and rubbed his muscled ass. Then, as he groaned in pleasure, I took a hit myself and then pulled him off my dick, went to the bathroom leaving him, and, as I was now in for a busy night, I popped a Viagra and slid a nice thick chrome cock ring around my meat. When I came out of the bathroom I was fucking blown away that he was kneeling on the bed taking another hit of Tina through the pipe. Noticing his eyes were completely glazed, I took the pipe off him and with no resistance from him I twisted him around so he was kneeling on the edge of the bed. I gave his back a little shove and he went forward so his chest was on the bed and his arse was high in the air. I rubbed his white arse gently and he groaned as his boi hole puckered. I held him with one hand while I lined my cock up with his unlubed boi pussy, and pushed-in slowly, teasing his hole with my dickhead. His hole resisted at first but each time I applied pressure, the tip of my dick would spread his little white hole a little more. Then around the seventh thrust, his hole spread and my cock head popped inside. He made a little 'Uuuuhhhh' noise, so I rested for a moment enjoying the view of his little white hole obscenely stretched round my fat black dick. I rubbed my hand over his back soothing him as I pushed gently forcing his hole to accept more of my cock deeper into his ass. He moaned and groaned a bit but didn't resist as my cock penetrated deeper in to his inexperienced ed boi cunt. I stopped at the halfway point, rubbing his back telling him "Oh baby boy, you doing so good." He groaned again as I again applied pressure, pushing another couple of inches inside him. His hole felt so tight round my dick and I was delighted when I reached under him to find him playing with his little hard dick. As I started to fuck him gently I loved the way his hole stretched out with my pull out thrusts and him making 'Uh uh uh' noises as my dick slowly pushed in and out of his ass. "Little boy, you love that big black daddy cock, don't ya boy?" He gave a garbled "Mmmmmmm" again, but then it was not a rhetorical question on my part. I resisted the urge to really rough fuck him, as I wanted his introduction to anal sex to be mutually pleasurable, and besides, the night was young and there would be plenty of time to rape him later. I withdrew my dick from his hole, and he groaned, which prompted me to grin as I inspected his ass lips, finding his little ring was completely puffed-up. He moaned again as I slipped my cock head back in before his hole could close I murmured "Don't worry, baby. Daddy's not finished with your arse - not for a long time yet." He literally sighed as I penetrated deeply into him. His hole was learning fast and though the boy would definitely have a hurting boi pussy the next day, for the moment he was flying on the chems and loving his virgin hole reamed out by my big black dick. I started to fuck him a little harder with no complaints from him, just a lot of little yelps and groans of pleasure which the sensations in my dick mirrored, I shifted forward so I was now kneeling on the bed, with my dick buried to the hilt in his hole I reached forward and grabbed him by his ginger hair pulling him up so he had to use his hands to steady himself. "Look in the mirror boy" I snarled, his eyes focused on the mirrored wardrobe by the bed. He gasped as he saw the reflection of himself being fucked by a big black man old enough to be his grandfather. "Oh, god" he cried as I picked up the pace, plunging my dick into his now red swollen boi pussy. "That's right, little white boy. Watch yourself being corrupted." His groans grew louder but his eyes stayed glued to the action in the mirror. My balls started to tingle as I felt my spunk boiling in them, aching for release. "Fuck yeah, boy, Daddy's going to breed you boi." My dick started to swell and though I held off as long as I could, I knew it would not be long, "Daddy's going to get you pregnant boy, pregnant with my poz babies." His eyes widened and he gurgled with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Soon my dick swelled more and then I blew volley after volley of my seed deep into his guts, and exactly at the same time he shot his load so hard that some of it actually hit the mirror.

I take a ton of anonymous loads and I was wondering what you guys would do. I never ask them who they are unless they are an amazing fuck and I want it again.

It was just another friday night at the sex club, Blackout Friday as they are called. I was leaning on the fuck bench naked with some guy I hadn't even looked at ploughng my mancunt with his thick fat cock. Soon a top who was fucking this other guy manouevered him over to the fuck bench and he leaned on the bench next tp me - both of us moving in rhythm with each thrust of cock in us. Soon we had an arm around each other half for support as we got pounded and half to encourage each other on to cockpig heaven. Soon we were kissing and tonguing each other and talking dirty to each other about how good the cocks in us were. I love working the room or a group with another bottom - encouraging and helping each other take cock till we can hardly walk. My top thrust hard and unleashed in me. I said to my bottom friend "yum my first load - I want to take every cock in this joint tonight." I turned and dropped to my knees instinctinvely to clean my top's cock and ensure I sucked every straw of seed out of his pole. I returned to the bench and my friend said the load he was about to get was his third - I said lucky bitch. Just as his top came a guy started rubbing my arse with his rod and I got down on the bench offering him my hole and in one thrust he drove a lovely thick cock into me so hard it made me expel air. I love that - when a man drives me with his cock and hurts me with it. I love tops who fuck as though I don't count and why my life is totally dominated by men's cocks and their seed. My Asian fuck slutbuddy was getting ploughed again. Soon we were kissing each other passionately driven to bliss by the cocks invading our holes. After my top blew I thought I would take a break and walked outside the dark room and leaned on the wall in the doorway letting the two loads in me settle so I didn't start dribbling and wasting cum too early. Shortly afterwards I could see me fuck slut buddystand up as his top disengaged and I could make out the figure as he dropped to his knees to clean up his top's cock. "My kinda slut" I thought. He walked outside and I ,moved back from the doorway to let him through. He was cute, salt and pepper hair, Asian and nice firm bod for his age. He looked at me and said "Do you remember me?" I did not have my glasses on and admitted I didn't. You are Steve's boyfriend aren't you?". I told him I was Steve's boyfriend and we had split a few years back. " I am Curtis, you picked me up in the Town Hall Hotel one night telling me Syeve had been checking me out in the bar and wanted to take me back to your house and fuck me." The I remembered who he was, although I did pick up plenty of bottoms for my ex and they were mostly Asians, I remembered how quick Curtis got addicted to Steve's 8" thick cut cock and how Steve was nailing him bareback within two weeks and breeding him senseless to knock him up. He was shy when we first me. I never interfered with my ex's bottoms it was simply my role to do as I was told. Sometimes Steve would want me to help with the bottoms, other times he would tell me to go to a club and get loaded up or go to the spare room as he was going to spend the night fucking some stray mancunt in our bed. It was also my job to approach bottoms he decided he want to fuck and procure them for him. I found that easy I only had to tell the truth what a great cock he had, what a good fuck he was and they could generally see how good looking he was with his long blonde hair - as he was usually with me and would say "I wanna fuck that" which was my cue to introduce that lucky bottom to his cock. The night he wanted Curtis I was told to go to the spare room for the night if the bedroom door was locked when I got home. As I climbed the stairs I could see the door locked and the red lamp beam from under the door. I could hear the boy half screaming and "aaghing" was giving his hole a good pounding and stretching. I went back downstairs poured a drink and about half an hour later steve came down naked to get a drink. "Fuck this kid's hole is so tight it took me 15 minutes to get my cock right into him." "Nail him raw" I asked - "nah but I am gonna end up breeding him.". "I am going up to fuck him again." I eventually went to bed, hearing the kid "oohing and aahing" so Steve was obviously pounding him again. Next morning he was gone when I got up and Steve said he told him to come around anytime he wanted more cock. "He mightn't be around for a while though his pussy lips were puffy and sore when I got up him again this morning - but that is what you have to do to bottoms - he is gonna be a slut and I am gonna breed him." Steve seemed pretty sure Curtis would return to the scene of the crime, and sure enough, come Wednesday, just four days after Steve had given him a merciless fucking, he was knocking n the front door. I seen him through the peep hole and said to Steve "the Asian slut from the weekend is back for more". He just smiled as I opened the door. Not a word was said apart from a sheepish hello and Steve got up took his hand and they headed for the bedroom. Curtis kept turning up every second or third day to service my husband's cock. I cam home from work one afternoon and steve was laying on the loungeroom floor and Curtis was riding his cock and his previous half pleasure half pain groans had given way to "i love cock" and other ecstatic terms as he milked Steve's cock. A couple of weeks after Steve first me Curtis he said to me one fridy night Orhan (a friend of his ) had organized a gangbang for me and iwould be stopping there the night as he and three other tops were going to plow me. I didn't mind as Orhan had a huge cut Arab cock thicker than Steve's and Steve always sent me to Orrhan's anytime Orhan was horny or wanted a slut toy to play with and I lovd being fucked by him. As I was leaving Steve said "tonight's the night I am going to breed Curtis tonight." Next day I arrived home happy and Sated and when I arrived in Steve came downstairs with a smile like a Cheshire cat. I knew he had nailed the kid. "Has he gone" I asked. "No he is upstairs n the bed I have put four loads in him and I have put the butt plug in to keep the seed in him as long as possible." I don't know how man y times Steve fucked and seeded him over the weekend but they were never out of the bedroom or our playroom and it was always a mission for Steve to breed, seed and knock up bottoms. Orhan and he called themselves the seeding machines. Eventually Steve handed Curtis over to Orhan and he bred him for a few weeks and the next minute we saw him no more. Wind forward to today - he told me he got transferred to Melbourne by the bank "and for the first few weeks I really missed Steve and his mate's (Orhan) cocks," he laughed. Aight weeks after Steve began breeding him he was knocked up. He said "I knew it was Steve but I couldn't stop him I just wanted to get bred so bad in the end." I told him my fate was the same. 'It would have happened anyway as I am addicted to raw cock now thanks to Steve and his mate," he said. "Same here," I said. "Let's get back in there and get some more," I said. We both got up knowing that a long time ago Steve rendered us powerless when it came to taking his cock. Sure we are a little bit older a bit greyer - but we are both driven by that inner burning to have cock inside us - to be a receptacle for men's seed and to be the best slut bottoms for any cock that is offered to us. "Steve would be proud of both of us" I thought as we both took up our positions leaning on the fuck bench ready to take any raw cock just like he taught us.

First off. I am so thankful I found this place. I thought i was the only one. I've been a bottom since a very young age. I love the thought of a man feeling me from the inside. making love to me, fucking me, whatever you want to call it. My main mode of meeting men was usually craigslist. I always posted looking for daddies looking for a son or looking for a twink. I have always been very small and petite and when i started meeting men, so many of them even wanted me to dress for them or be as feminine as possible. I liked this very much. When I first started meeting guys, I obviously couldn't host and taking the bus or train or occasionally driving to their place was nerve racking, intense, exhilarating and stressful. I had no idea what was going to happen once i entered that door. Although at first, there were a lot of back and forth discussions on what they were looking for and for the most part, most of the guys were extremely sweet to me because they knew i was young and nervous. Do you have condoms and lube was usually my go to questions. Of course one of my biggest fears besides being murdered was to get and std or HIV. I would usually show up and they were perfect gentlemen and horny and loving my body. so the kissing began and the fore play and then came the sex. almost all of them couldn't wait to get deep inside of me and i had to be the bearer of bad news and sometimes even break the rhythm by making them put on a condom. In the heat of the moment, I almost wouldn't say anything but my brain took over and I made them wrap it up. That was until I met Michael. Michael is a 44 year old real estate salesman. We met on craigslist and he was an awesome guy. First we met in public and he was very affectionate, caring and attentive. It wasn't long before we were in his car and i was blowing him (our first meeting we didn't have a lot of time) He had the biggest cock I had ever seen in real life and his load was huge. We exchanged phone numbers and not even an hour later, we were texting each other. Both of us couldn't wait to see each other again. The only problem was that he was a married man. The good thing was that he had multiple houses that we could go to that were for sale and the owners had already moved so we had free reign of the houses. Some were huge homes with pools that we would spend all day at and others were cute little apartments. He was so big that I was having a really hard time taking him inside of me. So one night, it was the first time I had been to his real house where his wife and kids lived. They were gone for 10 days. I came over, he had dinner made and we drank champagne and he even bought me a cute little girly outfit. when we moved to the living room, we were kissing and i couldn't keep my hands off of him and he couldn't off of me. I went to my knees and my daddies beautiful cock was throbbing for me. He knelled down and looked at me and held up a brown bottle. He said, these are poppers and they are going to help us make love tonight. He showed me how they worked and then he held them to my nose. He closed one nostril and told me to inhale. Then he held the other nostril and told me to inhale. my body turned warm and all i wanted to do was swallow his entire cock. it made me an amazing cocksucker because he kept stopping me to kiss so he didn't cum. I was hooked. I wanted more. He picked me up and carried me to him and his wife's bed. He laid me down on my back and started and my toes and worked up my legs and sucked me for a little bit. then kissed up my tummy and over my nipples and my collar bone then to my ear and he told me he wanted to get me pregnant. at this point i would have let him shoot heroin between my toes if he asked. so he went back don and lifted my legs up and my hole was wide open for him and he ate me out. then he but my legs back down and scooted his legs closer and to open me up. he lubed himself up and positioned the head of his cock right over my boy pussy. then he open the brown bottle and did the same as before, one nostril then the other. he wrapped his arms around me and was looking into my eyes and whispering to me. i love you jamie, each word i could feel more and more pressure. another hit of poppers and his head was in, kissing me deeply in and out telling me how good i felt. I loved the thought of this man inside of me. I love the thought we were in his wifes bed and i loved when he told me he wanted to get me pregant. i opened even wider. i felt so dirty and i loved it. his balls were slapping my cheeks and i was begiing for him to fill me. he pumped harder and harder, veins in his head and he looked into my eyes and said, im cummmmmming baby. he pulsated inside of me for 10 minutes as our sweaty bodies remained ambraced. I fell in love with this man because he barebacked me. his dna was inside of me. i was hooked. over the next few days we made love in every room of his house and even on his deck. this led me down the path of meeting men, acting so sweet and innocent and asking if they had lube and condoms but once poppers were introduced or other chems, i was going to be open for them. I had turned into a bareback slut. I couldnt get enough. i loved to play the game where the guy even begged and pleaded that he was clean. there were the other times when i was stealthed and even though i knew what he did and i wanted it, i acted like i didnt. those guys i didnt see again because they were liars, they just didnt know i knew. well, there were a couple i saw again because they had good chems. Im still neg at this point and its not that i dont worry about getting std's. its just that i lose control when the sexual situation occurs. Am I a bad person

I love dirty toilet cruising. Love the smell, the graffiti, the cum on the walls, the used condoms ,the glory holes and of course the hot guys with their hard cocks and willing holes. Started wanking off reading the graffiti as a dirty teen and had my first encounters in bogs. More good ones around then.

I'd love to be a security guard watching that on my screen, I'd have to blow the guard sitting next to me or at the least fuck me raw

There is no feeling like jizzjoy. It is a true feeling of joy and euphoria. I don't get any stimulation from my prostate but when I know a guy is shooting his load inside me I feel like a billion bucks. It is like being on drugs. You get one load and you want another and another. If I had a billion dollars I would spend it on tops and getting load after load. My lottery winnings are going to be spent on getting all the cock I can handle.

Rough fucked by a hung Italian stallion at the Florence Bath/Sauna (Italy). Wow, that cock was huge, thick and stretched my hole good...creamed my sperm starved hole big time! Held it in all night...but it ran down my leg this morning and pooled on the floor while making coffee. Nice! Now on to Rome for more cock and cum!!!!

Hot start dude

In GC at moment and hot hot.... just got fucked by a middle aged hairy spaniard in a darkened alleyway behind a restaurant in between some rubbish bins. He was a cummer. I love GC ..and BB of course.

There is no way I would want all of my teeth removed

I'm gonna have a hotel room at the Holiday Inn Express Philadelphia-Midtown tonight (9/16) and tomorrow night (9/17). Anyone up for breeding a new cumdump?

Went Adult Bookstore over lunch hour. Customers there are 99.9% Black. There was a decent crowd today and i was the only white guy. Walked in, hole pre-lubed, stripped down to jock and went face down, ass up on bench in main room. Ten to twelve guys fucked me, five loaded me. For the most part these were aggressive, rough fucks.

I went to club dallas sunday night and played with 3 guys, all with the room door open. We had quite a lot of faces in the doorway. Guys were silently rubbing and a few were more encouraging. I fucked and got fucked and sucked butt - and through it all, a part of the enjoyed I got was being watched. I loved guys getting hot seeing me take cum bare or shoot my cum in another guy's butt. Just added to my own enjoyment.

I don,t feel directly but I Know the guy is cumming inside me because he changes the rhythm of pounding and his breathing. As other men said, if the top stops Just in the moment of cumming you can feel something like his dick spasms. In that moment I Know that his sperm is coming inside my ass.

Count me in to be in the booth next to you begging to take your crooked beast of a cock and take your dirty vermin cum deep in my neg (but not for long) hole. Squirted my neg cum reading this. :P

Happy anniversary, my darling, my love, best thing to ever happen to me. I can't believe it's been two years already, the most amazing experience I could hope for, with the man who loves me, cares for me, and helps me be the man I was born to be. I think you knew from the start who I really was and what I really needed. Do you remember our first date? You were so charming, and put me at ease. I was so nervous and conflicted. If I'd known that night that you'd seen my secret and never-used barebackrt profile and knew what a cumslut I wanted to be, I probably would have backed down or run away. But you were gentle, you made me trust you. Your acceptance and love has made my transformation possible. I can't believe now that I let the first date end with just a chaste kiss. I wanted you so much from the first minute I saw you, I wanted your cock in me, I wanted to taste your cum, wanted you fuck me for hours...but I was so scared. I think I made you wait until the third date before we got naked. Now, knowing your three-orgasms-per-day minimum and knowing how much spunk you pump out, I wonder how you had the patience for me. I'm just laughing now about how careful I was. What a trooper you were to go get tested together before I let you fill my ass for the first time. Two whole months anticipation, and it was the best day of my life to that point, but you must have thought it was cute that I was so cautious, given where you were going to take me. I’m so glad you saw my true potential. One I had your cum in me, of course, there was no going back. You were really wise to put up with that 6 months of monogamy. I think trusting in you really helped my cum addiction bloom. Again, I'm a little embarrassed at how much I needed that, but it really helped. After 6 months of getting at least one of your loads in my ass and another down my throat every day, I don't think I'll ever be able to do without. Though by today's standards, that's barely enough to get me through an hour, much less a whole day. Still, it was enough to let the cum addiction bloom while you could kiss my fears away. I still don't know how you managed to make the idea of opening up the relationship seem like it was my idea. Maybe it was just that endless collection of hot friends you invited over as house guests. At 9 months into the relationship, suddenly each weekend there was a different super hot friend from out of town staying in your guest bedroom, walking naked to the bathroom giving me something more to drool over. I was confused for a bit, why I was so hot for their cocks, dreaming about their cum filling me, when I loved you so much and was so amazingly happy with our sex life. I was so scared that if you knew how much I needed COCK, not just your cock and CUM, not just your cum, that you'd be hurt or just think I was a slut. It never occurred to me that you knew exactly how much of a slut I needed to be and that was part of what you loved in me. I still remember when Kevin was over and finally I confessed how much I wanted to suck him off...You were so sweet and considerate, making me feel so safe confessing my desire to you. We agreed to have only you fuck my ass, but let him fuck my face. Such a great arrangement, and such a slippery slope. I’m sure when we agreed to that, you knew you would get what you wanted soon. I think it was in that first threeway where I started to suspect you had an agenda. How hard your cock was when you two were spit-roasting me, and the sweet nothings you whispered in my ear... “Good boy”, “You look so good with his cock fucking your face”, “I’m so proud of my cocksucker”... Was that the first time you actually said “I love you”? And that one three-way really drew us closer, and exploded me into the biggest change in my life. I could tell you were getting off on my sucking other guys--partly because you were getting off in my ass. I wanted to please you, and I really noticed how much I needed cum. I went from getting one load in each hole to three of your loads in my ass and anywhere from 2-10 loads down my throat every day. Maybe that’s what made the biggest shift in my mindset. I really couldn’t concentrate on anything that didn’t involve cum. Had you already started playing those subliminal hypnosis tapes for me, or was it just my natural cravings? By this time, we were talking about sex whenever we weren’t having it, and there wasn’t much time when we weren’t. I would share all my fantasies with you, so I wasn’t really upset about the next time you upped the ante. You remember, right? When you were fucking me raw, and there were those other three guys over to fuck my mouth...me on my back and them fucking my face while you pounded me? You remember how you pulled out and let one of them fuck me raw? I was pinned down with a cock down my throat, so I couldn’t do anything about it, I was completely at your mercy. I was crying about it later, and you comforted me...I don’t know if I ever told you that I came as soon as his cock entered me, and again when he blew his seed up my hole all without touching myself. They were tears of gratitude, my dear. I made a scene about feeling betrayed, but it was to cover up how happy I was that I finally got what I wanted. I think then I was still afraid you’d dump me if you found out how much of a slut I wanted to be. I needn’t have worried. After last year’s anniversary where you took me to the glory hole and talked me into backing my ass up to the hole to take that huge black cock? Kissing me and fucking my face while he reamed me? I could see the look of love in your eyes as I took my first truly anonymous raw cock. And when you jizzed all over my face and open mouth and then asked me to marry you just as my anonymous breeder shot his load into me. That was the most romantic anniversary I had ever had, and of course I said yes...though you might not have known if I was answering you or cumming from the prostate pounding I was receiving. I’ll never forget how many times you repeated the word “beautiful” as you sucked half his load out of my gaping ass, and then fed it to me as you fucked your next load into me there on the sticky cummy ABS floor. It’s been great, hasn’t it, since the wedding? I mean, of course you encouraged me to start having sex with folks when you weren’t there. We had proven our trust in one another, right? I also think you loved thinking that I was insatiable and that I needed more. I thought you were happy watching other guys fucking me, but that’s nothing like how much it turns you on to know that I’m cum-obsessed at all times. You get so hard when you come home, and I already have a full ass, waiting for you to suck empty and then refill while we share the loads in our mouths. That probably did lead to loosing my job, though. I mean it is hard to recover from your manager finding you naked, moaning on the bathroom floor with the janitor pulling his spunk-covered cock from your ass, and the rest of the staff jacking or taking pictures. I never did know how he knew I was working late and in the bathroom on 15 when I usually work on 26. Wait a minute...didn’t you tell me you knew the building supervisor? Did you arrange that? Another thing to thank you for, my dear. I hated that fucking place, and we have more money than ever now, right? But, yeah, it was easy to forget about work with all the sex. You even threw my first official gangbang to help me get over the stress of the loss of my job. So sweet. So many loads. Such a satisfied look on your face. Your tender lovemaking that night, the gentle, loving way you slowly fucked my puffy dripping hole, screaming how much you love me as you pump me full of my 30th load that evening...How could I ever forget that? Without the job, it was easy to spend my time on my body too, which, don’t deny it, was a great thing for our sex life. Raul is the most awesome personal trainer, he has me in total porn-star shape, and he works for cheap since I always take his load, and all the loads from his buddies too. Is that were we got the idea of how to keep me happy and sexed up and also pay the bills? Maybe it was just obvious...or maybe you wanted it all along. The last months have been the best in my life. Waking up beside you to suck you until you’re hard, then riding you to my first load of the day...prepping and then spending every day getting fucked by guys or if I’m lucky groups of guys so that when you get home, I always have a nice, sloppy hole for your second load. You’ve been so inventive on where to take me and how to get more cum into me. It seems like every evening is another way for me to eat more or get more cum fucked up my hole. I’ll never know where you got that half-gallon of cum you made me chug until it came out my nose. I just hope you can get another one. And without saying every Cummuion party on the West Coast is a great opportunity to meet new friends and get more cum. And I feel like I’m helping since half the guys pay (was that your idea too?) and we installed those webcams. So Happy Anniversary, my dear! I’ve got to finish writing this and go get ready for my next encounter. Some sports team, 10 guys or so, want to tie me up and fuck me. I’ll have them tie me on my back so none of the cum runs out, and leave me tied up and blindfolded for when you get home. Hope you like your present! Two years. Two glorious years to transform from a fiercely independent, cautious, nervous, monogamous, productive 9-5er with a budding career into being your full-time, jizz-addicted, indiscriminate, bareback gangbang whore. I know now that it was your plan all along. And I love you for it.

Went to the local crusing area, parked up, quite a few vans parked up looked promising, walked deep into the woods and found quite a few blokes stood around wanking but not playing with each other? As it was a hot day, i had shorts on and a T Shirt and trainers. I pulled my shorts down exposing my arse for them all to see and bent doen to suck a stockyblokes cock, he smelled musty and held my head down onto it whilst he fucked my mouth. I felt hands reaching between my legs and stroking me and also another cock presenting itself to my mouth, the other guy was pulling my shorts further down past my knees so i bent down and took them off and hung them on a nearby branch and opened my legs further, the blokes were feeling my arse crack and one of the guys squattedvdown and spat on my hole and fingered me for some time, i was carried away in sucking these two blokes when the 3rd bloke just pushed his dick in my hole and started to fuck me, he had a thick cock and it felt great, i got out my poppers none of them wanted them so i poppered up and it was fucking great, one of the guys shot his hot cum in my mouth very bitter but i loved it and swallowed it all, he zipped up and left. The guy fucking me was really pounding my hole and shot his losd in my arse and carried on grunting and fucking me and pulled out, my arse felt full, it was only seconds as the other bloke who i had been sucking stuck his cock inside my arse and was fucking me deep, still being watched by the previous cummer whose waist i was holding onto whilst being fucked.The bloke shot his load inmy cummy hole and was panting on top of my back. He passed me my shorts and said thanks mate he was a nice thick gold wedding ring wearer as well. L hung around for a while, two of the blokes were kinda hot. About 5 minutes later and older guy with a walking stick looked kinda trollish appesred asked if he could suck my cock, i said id like to get fucked sgain, he said he is too small to fuck but will suck me off, so i let him suck and lick my cock, whilst he fingered my cummy arse and was breathing heavy and groaning i shot my load down his throat, awesome, i wss drained, i let him further lick my arse for the strangers cum whilst i came down from too much poppers.. greatime. Make sure you visit, message me if nearby in UK manc.

Finally! It happened. I finally had enough courage (lol Apple) and invited a guy I'd been messaging on Grindr. Once he arrived it was non stop for what felt like hours, but was actually only about 15 minutes. He never once said a thing about a condom, he never asked and neither did I. Before I knew it he was shooting so deep I practically felt it fill me up. He then just pulled out and pulled up his shorts and left. As he was walking out of my room he turned around and said, "Hope you enjoy my charged load!" Damnit I want more!

Have been in the sling at steamworks, and wow! Loved it! Tops just coming by and ramming their cocks in me! Others sticking their cocks in my mouth! Love being fucked in front of others!

Ok, first posting and sure would appreciate some experienced suggestions. I'm in a small town like area of Florida and not a lot of gay men around. On BBRT, there's a few of us but the usual 6 are online and yep we're all bottoms. I should mention that I'm limited to day time play. Am married and unable to host. The good news is, the wife now has a club meeting one day a week late in the afternoon. I've got a married guy that I've been deep throating for about 2 years now but it's been one of those situations when we just get together when the opportunity arises. He will not host so we do use my place on rare occasions or I rent a hotel room. Deep throating and worshiping his thick 7 cock has been fun and satisfying. He does have a great set of balls that I can just spend an hour on. This guy is strictly no recip and doesn't want to see a guy's cock or ass. He comes in, strips, lays back and closes his eyes. No touching, no nothing and that is just fine by me. He considers his cock a temple and should be worshiped. When the deed is done, he's up, dresses and leaves with a handshake. Well that's all been fun and worked great when our get together were every two or three months. However with this new weekly ability to get together things have gotten a bit stale for me......not dull, just not as interesting. When I'm working his nut sack I always take a few licks at the tant. I'll go from the nut sack right to the edge of his hole. When I get near his hole he tenses up, so I pull back and just go to the edge and stop. Two weeks ago I really worked at edging him and got him right to point of shooting multiple times. The idea was to really get him worked up and see if I could get my tongue in his hole. Do need to say here that I have never rimmed a guy; just haven't been able to get myself to that point. However, my buddy gets me so hott and I am so wanting to do something that would send him over the edge. With that attitude, I decided that I needed to get my tongue in this guys hole and work his whole ass with my mouth. In my first serious attempt and getting him edged, his cock as hard as I've ever gotten it, and precum flowing, I buried my face in his crotch, worked those low hangers and headed to his hole. He didn't pull back. I teased it some, and he seemed to go with it. Used my beard scruff to tease his butt cheeks and he squirmed like he was liking it. The good news is, he didn't raise his butt up and start acting like a bottom that wanted to get fucked. You guys reading this know what I mean. Wow, if that had happened, I sure would have been disappointed :-D So last week, the appointed time is coming up. I decide to down a few straight vodkas and some other things to get me loosened up a bit. He makes his usual entrance, goes to bedroom, I stay out until he lets me know he's ready. I got through the usual deep throat routine, edge a few times, work the nut sack and run my tongue to the edge of his hole. He seems cool with it. I pull a pillow up and try to put under his hips. He won't raise up. He doesn't fight the pillow but he's sure no help. I wanted to get that ass up higher so I could really spend some quality time in there. With the pillow partially under him, this time I went right in. I wanted it and all the stigma of rimming a guy was out of my head. I was having a great time and my married/straight bud was moaning away. To break things up I'd head to the nut sack, deep throat that drippy cock but always headed back to that hole. I noticed that it started to open up a bit but not enough to really get my tongue in deep. While taking a quick break for a sip of water, noticed I had been at that hole for about an hour and time for the wife to be back soon. Plus the man cock was flowing with precum and he pulled my head down on his cock and blurts out, Swallow every drop bitch!!. He blew loads that I couldn't keep up with and for the first time some of his delicious load actually drooled out of my throat. I make sure that when he's blowing his load that it's all the way down my throat, but this time his load was so huge that it filled my throat and mouth. So all in all, I think my married/straight guy does like having his ass eaten. He's due back tomorrow. I want to up last weeks session. Of course I would like to just sit down on that big hard cock but don't see that happening right now, but maybe this rimming might open him up ot new ideas. The question I have is, can the crew here, post some pointers to make the rimming even better for him. I'm really inexperienced but have read up and watched videos. It seems the magic is getting my tongue in as deep as I can but he's just not opening up, using figure 8 motions with my tongue....... I'm tempted to ask him to rollover on his stomach tomorrow so I can really get access to that muscled ass. Am concerned that he'll see that as too submissive and not in his macho character. Every time I've met with this guy, it's the best cock sucking experience I've ever had. There's something about this guy's character, the way he carries himself and then arriving on the cycle sure doesn't hurt. I don't want to blow this by pushing him too far, but I'm getting so much more out of this by adding his ass hole to my oral repertoire of his body. Any suggestions??

got my poz certification last october. no meds since. three tests since I moved from acute to latency stage indicate number ok.....obviously POZ and with a 200KVL and high 600's CD4 at last test. No indication of movement from that range over that period. a couple of related issues, seem to be able to get other STDs by just being within 100 yards of an infected cock. Gono seems to be my body's favorite......multiple rounds since getting knocked up and in all three spots....throat, ass and cock. Hell, I am kinda getting used to having a pus-cock. On a more serious level, I do have a nagging cough that has hung around for a few months now. Being a bit of a bugger to treat, but Dr. says some progress is happening. No death wish here at all. But, I put some effort into getting a lot of poz cum rammed into my hole.....and I want to have the experience of feeling what it is like to live with HIV----not hide it with chems as soon as I found out. Original plan is to ride this until I am full on AIDS numbers. But, that is always under review based on testing, how I feel and my general prognosis.

I went camping last weekend and fucked a really hot twentysomething guy named Nick in the woods. He had groped me earlier and said that he wanted to get fucked by a lot of guys that night, so when I saw him take off up the trail with another dude, I followed. I watched the other guy (a pretty hot but druggy twink) fuck him for a bit, then went up to them and fed the cumdump my cock while he got railed. We moved from the picnic table to the sling (it's a gay campground with a play area in the woods), and I watched and stroked Nick's body while the twink rode him hard. Nick was stroking his own dick, a beercan-fat fuckstick that was at least 8" long, and I bent over and got a taste of it while he got pounded. Another bearish guy came up on Nick's other side, and when the twink begged off, saying he was too wasted to cum, the bear took his place. I stuck my own cock in Nick's mouth and kept rubbing his gorgeous body while the bear fucked him. Then the bear asked if I wanted a turn I wasted no time sliding deep into Nick's ass, and it was awesome. It takes me a long time to cum though, so after about 10 minutes or more of riding his hole I asked if he wanted a little break and helped him out of the sling. We chatted for a bit, and then two other guys took him away to their cabin while I went back to the dance hall to refresh my drink. A little later, I went back up the trail and found Nick again. I held his fat dick while he pissed like a racehorse, and then I bent him over and took his ass again. I love fucking a guy who's standing up, but bent over a table or bracing against a wall, and that's just how I took Nick, riding his well-used but tight hole for the second time until I went over the edge and blasted a huge load deep inside him. We said our goodbyes and I left him there, probably still looking for more loads.

So, Friday the 26th of August, I took a day off work to hook up with this guy I knew was recently sero converted. Mark had been pozzed a couple months ago and as far as I knew was on meds. We had fucked before. He is a versatile bottom and a multiple cummer. I knew I could count on him for multiple loads! I showed up at his place shortly after 8 am and we were naked and into it minutes later. After about thirty or forty minutes of foreplay, kissing, sucking, rimming, jacking and so on, I begged him to fuck me. Mark had me lay on my stomach and, while I shifted poppers, he lubed me up and then pushed his hard cock inside me. Wonderful! I was being fucked by a poz guy I knew, without protection. If you have followed any of my posts, you know I'm skipping PreP several days a week. Well, I arranged our play time on Monday and, knowing he was poz, I stopped taking my pills that night. So, no PreP for me for six days (I skipped Saturday, too). I knew mark was on meds but just skipping PreP made the sex incredible for me! As expected, he came in my ass six times, once in my mouth, and had three dry orgasms. I was so aroused ,I managed to top him and blew my load in his ass after a good 15 minutes of thrusting. So hot! After, we were cuddling and kissing and so on and he commented that it was a good thing I was I on PreP because he had some problems with drug interactions for HIV treatment with some other meds he was on, and he wasn't actually "undetectable". I asked him what his VL was and he said 400,000 last time he was tested, three weeks ago. I kissed him and told him I'd stopped taking PreP nearly a week ago. He just hugged me, then said "I need an hour before I can come again." I gave him that hour, and he gave me more. Im taking this Friday off, too!

Was at melrose spa in west Hollywood this past Saturday, the 27th. Got to the sling immediately, put on my blind fold and let the guys have at it. I took about 5 raw cocks in 30 minutes, only a few bred me. Not sure just know the cum was there. Was surrounded by a hot group, maybe 6 guys once I took my blindfold off. Sexy kid was stroking by my face watching me get fucked so I made him shove his dick in my mouth. Unfortunately one of the tops decided to finger me and I hate that, it's irritating and it's not cock, so I left that scene. Hit the glory hole and tried to get some more but wasn't very busy. Met a little Asian stud and fucked him for an hour until I blew a load inside of him.

Started Prep one week ago. Took 4 anon loads Sunday and 3 yesterday at Greenhouse sauna in Darlaston. I also eat Chia seeds with plenty of water the two days before taking loads: they make my rectum and ass hole well greased and soft.

I so encourage that. Once PrEP becomes available in my country Im gonna start to take it as well. I know there are many on here who choose not to, spreading the virus... But I want my body and my seed to be in perfect condition. Bareback is the only way for me. Its natural. For me its all about spreading my DNA, my essence. Thats my true born purpose as a breeder. That doesn't need to involve std's.

I have had a straight room-mate for 2 years now. I told him right off I was gay and didn't care 'so long as I kept it in my room' lol He was half my age - 6'2 thin/wiry fit, had a 9" uncut cock with a huge head, and when not fucking every woman he could meet (once - he hated strings) and for work he was a part-time catering waiter at a local Victoria hotel. He resisted EVERY effort I made to play and would not let me blow him or even jerk him off. and trust me - I have persuasive skills and I tried. Regardless, we hung out together often - went camping and shared a tent together, drank and passed out together, and He and I did enjoy snorting lines smoking bowls and occasional slams and on those occasions he would almost immediately drop all his clothes and wander around naked I even saw him JO a few times but again would stop if he realized I was staring / peeking or if I offered to play. Ok truth be told I had licked his passed out cock a few times and tried to finger his hole but he always rolled over. Last night I had picked up a young twink at Beacon Hill Park who was into my daddy bear look. He went from 'Hi!' to 'Breed Me Daddy' fast. He was maybe 20 but had a look of much younger - plus he had a cock that eclipsed my 9 plus thick inches. I loves me a bottom hung bigger than me. Turns out the twink was new poz - so new that he had not started meds or even talked to his doctor again after learning - he just went into 'cum dump' mode. After testing this out by picking out a few of the ugliest / fattest / dirtiest cocks around and he took them raw with no complaints just lout moaning and small bursts of demanding urges laced with profanity. I decided to take him back to my condo and use him where I could see how many loads I could get into him (5 is still my record for a nights play - wish I could cum more). So back we go - I see my roommate is out which is good cause I know from the park this slut is vocal. We fuck like drunk sailors on leave - and he is saying all the right things about tearing him up - making him bleed - hurt him - do anything I wanted to him. At some point my room-mate must have come home but I had no idea... until he said loudly and with some urgency ; "Terry, can you come out here please" When I got out there I realized he was high and drunk but no where near anything 'blotto'. I ass naked - dick dripping strange men's cum from my interrupted fucking of the twink was in my hand and he just stared at it. "What? Is it too loud? Dude, listen i'm sorry but you ride some noisy chicks who sound like high pitched whistles and I never complain" "No, he replied. I wanted to know if I could join you?" "Join us? for...?" "I can hear him begging for your cock - I want you to fuck me and him if he wants I want to know what it feels like 'cause I love fucking chicks but dude I am rock hard hearing you bang the slut you got in there." Well, I have had this happen with random meets that tell me they are straight but I knew better than to question my roomie with any clarification - I reached out and took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. The twink was still bent over wanting to take my load but when I told him my Total Straight roommate wanted. My roommate got infront of the twink and dropped to his knees and engulfed his massive cock in his mouth. I slid back into the twink and urged my roommate to bend over. in seconds his clothes were off and he was bent over in front of the twink and me (my cock sliding easily into the well fucked hole). The twink slammed his cock full force into my roomates ass and got a scream of pain in return. The twink was just as vocal as ever but now between begging me to make him feel pain he was telling my roommate that he was gonna poison him with his toxic load. The twink blasted I'm my roommates ass - I pulled out of the twink - pulled him out of my roommates ass and slammed my cock into the ass I had wanted for 2 years. My roommate said it was hot talk about poz loads and giggled as I was trying to make him feel my cock after the twinks huge rod and load - but started to say in his ear... 'you know I am poz too' I am full toxic poz and if you beg me I will blast my load in you too. He begged me on constant repeat "Please Terry Please Terry Please Terry" After I came the twink wanted to go so I called a cab and then my roommate and I fucked again - this time face to face him on his back - I needed his eyes to see me breed him. Just after I came up his ass, he shot his load from his 9 cut cock all over his belly. The only thing he said was 'Thanks Terry. I'm not Gay you know... but maybe we can do that again sometime'. He was gone when I finally crawled out of my bed late today - and has not been home yet... it is almost 1:35am I hope he come soon - I am horny - hard and see by the open sore on my cock-head, that my herpes is making a possible outbreak-comeback after the last few nights of stress and use. I wonder if he will take it too and can I get him to let me take a pic for here.... hope to have more.

My record for showing off was when I and two buds fucked a porn star on CAM4 with 4,400 watching. I made it clear to those watching it was bareback POZ fucking.

Is the jizzjoy effect more intense and powerful after getting group bred?

Yesterday, July 4, woke up super horny. Really hot & wet rainy steamy nasty day. Quickly found a CL post DDF & safe only, & in my very hetero neighborhood. I arranged that I wood text from the corner & we wood meet at the garden gate. I waited in the rain for it. We both wore baseball caps. STL is a baseball town. I followed it to a tool shed that held the pool equipment, lawnmower, + a small mattress. My clothes were tightly clinging to me, butt i was naked in seconds. I felt insecure if my old aidsdik wood work for this beautiful stud, because I hadn't take any V, butt the bitch is a local volleyball champ with muscles & tan to prove it. Cocksucker made my dik live again! I warned it, my 5 day load was quickly going down its throat, that stopped it cold. it turned around, I slowly drove my raw dik in the dry hole with my spit & vaseline(with a little sand thrown in for texture) like a horny doggy. It didn't even flinch. I lasted only ten minutes before I blew my pozcum in its cumhole. So fuckin HOT watching my dik covered in cum breed it. Sweat rolled off both of us. It said we can do that again. Yeah Baby~!

This the first time you have played with him since your earlier posts? The load still in you?

I have a gloryhole and a portable sling

I have; dildos, butt plugs, open mouth gag, assorted collars and restraints, chains etc... Assorted leather to wear when wanted... What I need most is a dominate top to use it all on me...

i had sex with this guy today right after school, hes so sexy. he is a young married dad with a great cock. i found him on craigslist and i know its bad, but we exchanged like only 2 emails before he came over and fucked me. his cum is still inside me.

nice job man, us married guys need cock and ass too

I did a scene for Knightbreeders. "Creature From The Sperm Lagoon" Dec 2014

That's me. I practically live in the bookstores, and I get all the guys no one else wants. Some ugly guys have big dicks, and ugly guys with little dicks still are loads of fun. One of the littlest dicks I ever saw/took shot cum like a lawn sprinkler. LOL. So I do ANYBODY. You never know how much fun they're gonna be.

I'm kinda the ugly fuck bud. Nerdy guy who just happens to have a big dick. The dick makes it easy to find bottoms. Getting the tops I want when I want one is a lot harder

Jeremy Oh my god as I worked that day I had a hard time, both figuratively and literally keeping my mind on work, so many hot guys came into the store, many with their girlfriends or other female companions a few by themselves, all made the ever present hard on retain its stiffness, I swear some were actually flirting with me Working at A&F didn’t help with all the pictures of sexy men and women frolicking to show off the sexy side of clothing and some of the clothes really did turn me on. Of course my morning job was one where many dorm students would roll out of bed and throw on whatever they found on the floor before heading over for breakfast, seeing jocks in loose but clingy basketball shorts and tee shirts, many going commando their cocks flopping around for all to notice. Time was crawling I finished my morning job then attended my Friday lecture class then headed home for lunch before heading out to the mall for my A&F shift dressing especially formal for my retail job, but I not only thought it would impress my boss wearing the nicest from our formal line, but would impress Matt as well, I hadn’t realized it would end up attracting so much attention from the shoppers. Finally it was getting close to 7 and my anticipation was building, I was so caught up in trying to figure out what Matt wanted to talk about. I walked right past him on the way out of the store. I stopped dead in my tracks as it registered that I just passed a hot well-dressed guy that resembled Matt, I turned and did a double take then walked back towards him, reached out and took his hand pulling slightly in my handshake and said let’s get out of here softly under my breath we strode to Matts car and I couldn’t hold back any longer I clutched him and we kissed, passionately we kissed then he opened my car door allowing me to get in, walked around to the driver’s side and got in, five minutes later we were pulling up to a valet stand and he was handing the car over to some strange cutie in a white shirt and black pants, he ushered me into the restaurant and we were soon seated. He ordered us wine and appetizers then asked if I wanted a soda or water, I said water. The waiter, who was a very cute red head, looked kind of familiar but I couldn’t place him, maybe I had helped him in the store or knew him from college, and brought us bread sticks with marinara. Then Matt dropped the bomb, he slid a large envelope across the table towards me, I looked at him and he indicated I should open it I did and pulled the contents from the package. I stared at what was in front of me, it was a smaller version of my mom’s photo attached to a paternity declaration I looked it over then looked at Matt then back to the documents in front of me. I was confused and elated all at the same time. If I had to pick someone as my dad Matt would be a good candidate. I had planned on starting the search for the mystery man in the photo after I graduated next year and this beautiful man landed on my doorstep solving that problem. I asked a couple questions then looked at the document again, the date of the request and the results was Wednesdays date. Matt had known when we had cuddled last night, when he pissed on me this morning when he fucked me in the shower that he was my dad. It shocked me and made me a little angry, but it turned me on more it was so kinky, it feed into my wild side, I think Matt thought I was going to explode and start yelling at him in the middle of this semi crowded restaurant, but I wasn’t and to calm his fears I pressed my leg into his I wanted to press my palm into his bulging crotch or his into mine to let him know how turned on I was but I noticed that the waiter was watching us he seemed to be getting a small tent under his apron and there were a couple tables which were still full of other patrons. I started picking at the appetizer and Matt seemed to relax. I realized that this couldn’t get much better and started asking questions I wanted to ask mom or Uncle Tony, but here was Dad and maybe he could give me the answers that had bugged me for years. We started talking as the entrée arrived and he told me what he knew of my mom and about things he and Uncle Tony had done, I was rock hard, as we finished and the waiter cleared our plated I got bold and not only ordered the molten chocolate cake but made overt suggestion to the waiter. He scrambled away the delivered dessert and the check, it was obvious he was disturbed by me hitting on him as he was very nervous all of a sudden I noticed him watching and stroking his bulge beneath his apron as Matt and I played and devoured the cake feeding each other, by now the restaurant was mostly empty Matt smiled as he looked at the bill the flipped out his credit card and closed the cover over it setting it on the edge of the table, when the waiter returned for it he looked flustered and quickly sped away after turning down the opportunity to join us at the table as he was technically off. Sam was his name and he was smoking hot, after returning with the charge slip to sign he stood for a moment talking with Matt and it was decide he would get a ride home from us since we made him miss his bus. Matt had signed the charge slip and Sam went to take it back for processing the final amount with the tip. Suddenly we heard him exclaim loudly then come running out to us, asking if we made a mistake, Matt indicated he checked his math and it was correct. Sam sat with us till we were ready to leave which wasn’t that long. Matt grabbed the envelope and we all stood to leave, we were all sporting wood and had large wet spots over our cock heads in our pants. We all strutted through the mostly empty restaurant out to the car. Sam sat directly behind me and as we pulled out onto the street he reached around and begun playing with my chest tickling my nipples. Matt drove to my place and we parked the car the fifteen minutes it took to make the trip proved informational as we discovered that Sam had been at high school with me and had a crush on me during his freshmen year. Now hear we were four years later and we were at my apartment, damn fate plays some interesting tricks on you. After I opened the door we all entered, for the first time since I met Matt, we didn’t start making out the minute we got into the door. We all sat on the couch with me on one end and Matt on the other with Sam in the middle. Sam was blushing as I got up and went into the kitchen and got each of us a beer, I was about to give Sam one, then asked you sure you want one you can’t tell anyone where you got it he answered “My dad’s been letting me have a beer since I was 15 as long as I kept it in the house and didn’t go out and do something stupid” I told him “well this isn’t your house, and I won’t guarantee we won’t get crazy and wild” Sam just laughed “I’m kind of counting on that” I sat back down beside Sam and he reached over and caressed my thigh while taking in a gulp of his beer, he set down his beer then leaned into me breathing in my essence “You know I have fantasized about this for four years, I never thought it would ever happen” he whispered into my ear I covered his lips with mine and put my hand behind his neck pulling him for the kiss, his hands roamed over my chest finding my nipples and unbuttoning my shirt I moved around without ever losing the lip lock I had on the boy, I returned the favor and unbuttoned his shirt exposing the undershirt beneath, he unbuttoned the cuffs and slowly slid it off his shoulders then removed it altogether “You certainly are not that scrawny redhead that used to spy on us in the shower after La Crosse practice anymore” I pulled the hem of his tee shirt out of his pants and worked my hands across his pecs then lifted the tee off over his head as he raise his arms, his strong boy musk hit my senses, Mat who had been watch us then moved in and began caressing Sam as well, I couldn’t resist as I held his arms above his head to dive in and bury myself in his armpits licking the days sweat from his boy pits, he didn’t use deodorant because he tasted of pure boy, hot sweaty boy who had worked hard pleasing others since his last shower, most likely just before reporting to work. As I tongued his ripe pits, Mat began kissing and tasting the boys nipples and his other pit working Sam into a frenzy, he pulled Matt into a hot passionate kiss with some sloppy tongue play, I worked my way across Sam’s chest and added my own tongue to the mixture of mouths colliding. I had managed to work Sam’s pants unfastened and unzipped reaching into his briefs and pulled the boys straining cock to the waistband, he was large it poked past his belly button, I stroked the head and he wiggled his ass letting Matt remove his pants, he lifted his ass again and the briefs slid down as well. Sam sat there naked before us as we both looked down on him, he was sporting a good 9.5 -10 inch piece of meat not incredibly thick but we were sure it would please anyone who got the opportunity to ride it. “No wonder you spied on us in the showers swinging with that piece growing in your pants” I quipped, we all laughed just before he took my shirt off of me then managed to strip Matt out of his clothes as well, we all sat, fondling each other jerking each other off on the couch, Matt and I both leaned in and kissed Sam at the same time and ended up kissing each other, then transferring those kisses to Sam’s beautiful lips, we worked our way down his body till one of us took his cock into our mouths, we worked our tongues around the boys shaft then Matt lifted a leg and started licking his balls, taint and finally his puckered hole, Sam started moaning as Matt rimmed him drooling large amounts of precum, I lapped it up and Matt backed off slightly, I knew what I wanted from Sam I wanted to take that ass “So you ready for me boy you ready to take my cock up your sweet virgin hole” Sam just moaned louder and rolled over on all fours offering up his ass, I fingered his hole, Matt had done a good job of loosening up and wetting the boy’s hole I just slid my finger in and wiggled, not that he was loose by any means but had great muscle control. Matt applied lube and spit to my cock and I slipped the head into Sam’s hole “you sure you’ve never been fucked before” I asked “Not by a real live cock, I’ve used a dildo quite frequently though” “Damn” I slid more of my cock into Sam and he began bucking back onto my rod, before long I was pounding him hard and fast, I wasn’t going to last long in this hot hole, I slowed down my thrust and Matt helped distract me with kisses and playing with my nipples and such but that just sent me into overdrive and I was soon blasting my seed into our new friend. As I pulled out Matt slid in, I offered up my cock to Sam to suck off the remnants of my fucking and he accepted with glee, by the time he had me cleaned off I was rock hard again and ready to go for seconds on his ass. After Matt and I had seeded Sam twice each it was really getting late and Sam decided to addend his text to his dad and tell him he was staying over at a friend’s house and would see him Sunday. I lead Sam to my room where he climbed onto the bed with Matt and me. We were soon snuggled into another round of sex but after playing for a while we all drifted off to sleep I awoke the next morning at around 8 with a hot body pressing into me with their cock and my cock buried in Matts asshole, I wiggled my butt a bit and the precum Sam was spewing was enough to ease the entry of his monster into my receptive rump I woke Mat in a similar way as I penetrated his sphincter and began fucking my dad as my new boy fucked me. What a way to start a weekend and end a week.

This makes me really hard. I'd love to hear more about how this happens.

The above is my first story, so be easy on it....

Sorry for the delay in posting this part, I posted it in the wrong section by mistake. ************************************************************************************ Johnson held the boy's legs back by gripping him behind his knees. The boy was making 'ooohh' and 'aahhhh' noises as Johnson screwed him like a pro. I leaned-in, and, grinning at the boy, gave him a nice wet sloppy kiss, simultaneously twisting one of his little nipples between my fingers. The boy returned my kiss eagerly and then gazed up at me adoringly as I slipped my cock into his eager little mouth. Anton grunted "Looks like the whore's in love." "Maybe, but in love with cock, more like it" I replied. "Fucking right" growled Johnson, his dick pummelling the boy's arse, "his pussy's massaging my dick really good" and then grabbing the boy's rock hard dick in his hand, Johnson ordered him "Cum for me, little boy, cum while I'm fucking you and Daddy will spunk in your pussy." The boy groaned and reached for his nips twisting them himself and groaning his eyes glazed but full of desire as he vocalised the pleasure his pussy was giving him. Johnson reared up spreading the boy's legs even wider and, remaining on his haunches, held the boy by his slim waist, using his strength to pull the boy hard down on his cock as he slammed his hips hard, screwing the boy with amazing strength and vigor for a man his age. The boy's body was being shaken like a rag doll and he was covered with sweat, but he carried on working his nips as Johnson fucked his hole and held onto his little white boy cock, the boy threw his head back and let out a high pitched 'eennnnnn!!' as his cock spurted his white teen boy cum over his abs "atta boy" Johnson grunted and fucked in harder literally roaring as his own cock fired his sperm deep inside the boy splattering his innards with another load of black daddy cum. Johnson lowered himself onto the boy kissing him as he ground his cock into the boys pussy as if to make sure his cum got in as deep as he could. When Johnson pulled out the boy just laid there on his back with his legs still spread his muscled chest heaving gently as he breathed, Johnson rubbed his jizz covered dick over the boys lips and face "looks like the boys partied out". The guys left and I went back into the bedroom, I put the boys pizza delivery baseball cap on his head sitting him up so he was leaning against the headboard, I got a piece of card and wrote on it 'for pizza call me' and the number of the pizza place he worked at, I then pushed his legs back and tied them in place so that his swollen boi pussy was on full show oozing spunk along with his little dick that I worked hard, a little slap brought him round enough to hold the card and smile for me as slid my cock into his cunt and took the picture that would definitely be getting his pizza boss a lot of business! I cleaned the tina boy up a bit and then let him sleep for a few hours before rousing him telling him it was probably time to go, he looked a bit disoriented at first and I went to pick up his clothes, when I came back into the bedroom he was on the bed with his legs pulled back staring at his swollen hole in the mirrored wardrobe doors, he looked at me "oh god what did you do to me?", I sat down on the bed next to him and putting my hand between his legs my finger lightly touching his ring smiled "just what you asked us to do son, fucked and spunked inside your bum", he glowed red and his eyes widened "us??!!", I pushed my finger into his wet sloppy pussy "yes 'us' boy, me and two buds of mine, you begged us to fuck and put our poz cum in you", he threw his head back shaking it but offered no resistance as I started to gently finger fuck his hole, "and you loved it son, you loved our big black daddy cocks in you little boi pussy corrupting it" he stifled a sob but he also groaned his nipples hardening on his chest, I lent down and started to chew lightly on one of them as I smiled watching his white boy cock stiffening between his legs, "that's right baby boy right now Daddys black poz babies are getting your slutty boi pussy pregnant". I could hear him sobbing quietly but again he did not move and his cock stayed hard between his legs, I continued chewing on his nipple mumouring what a good boy he was until I heard a little voice whisper "again to make sure please Daddy?", I looked at my grinning face and rock hard dick in the mirror "definitely son, that's a good fucking boy" The End