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This is not a true story, only my fantasy. Not yet a true story at least. I wanted to take a short holiday and decided to check out Misterb&b.com for a nice location. There I saw someone offer a nice room for a cheap price so I booked myself to stay there, with the expectation I would arrive on Friday evening. On the evening of the scheduled day I arrived at the B&B. The front door was opened by a big guy opened the door and greeted me with a big smile, giving every impression he was truly looking forward to having me as a guest. Enthusiastically he showed me around the house and showed me the guest bedroom and, as I was very tired, I decided to call it a night early. A few hours later, somewhere midnight, my host awoke me, telling me he had a nice welcome surprise for me. He led me towards the living room, where I could see several muscular guys waiting naked. As I was standing there, I could feel big strong arms wrap around me, immobilizing me. Then the other guys gathered around me and started touching and stroking me. I did not know whether to panic or to enjoy it, so I let it happen. I became like putty in their hands as they guided me to the mattress in the middle of the room. They pushed me down and spread my legs so they would have good access to my tight ass. Then one of them started rimming me and I could do nothing more than to squirm beneath him like a little slut. After a short while he decided I was ready. He lubed up my hole and pressed his dick against it. I tried checking for a condom, but did not feel any. I got into a panic and tried to ask about it, but one of the other guys shushed me by kissing me forcefully. "We want to give you a hot welcome, don't worry," one of the others said, while the first guy was slowly fucking me. It hurt but he gave no time to adjust, even as I tried to complain about it. He sped up and suddenly I could feel him cum inside me. It felt so good. The only thing I could do was to beg for more. And more I got, as the next one was already pressing his dick against my hole. This continued until cum was dripping out my hole and my ass was burning from all the dicks that had fucked me. They gave me some time to recover before turning me on my back for a second round as the first guy was again hard and horny. The night was long and became one blur of being fucked over and over, regardless whether I wanted or not, but as the night went, I became more and more a slut for these guys that wanted to use me hard and long.

Robert just moved into his new home after taking his new position as an associate professor of computer science at the local university. He had relocated to take this position and reboot his personal life after his girlfriend left him for one of his co-workers. His home was a 3-bedroom which was more than enough to allow for him to setup an office at home and still have a guest bedroom just in case. Robert was a 32yo at 6’3” 260 pounds who was hairy all over which was something his previous girlfriend hated. What Robert didn’t know was what his former girlfriend didn’t like about his looks his new neighbors next door would love. Next door to Robert lived Angelo and Tony who had been together for 15 years. Both of them you could describe as your prototypical “bears” with Angelo being 52yo 5’8” 275 pounds while Tony was a 47yo 6’1” 290. Angelo and Tony were known to throw wild parties in the neighborhood utilizing their pool and basement playroom to entertain. The previous owner of Robert’s place had been a very close friend of Angelo and Tony who was part of many a threesome or moresomes with them. Tony and Angelo loved to bring new guys into their scene and would think nothing of seducing a straight guy into playing for what they viewed was the right team. Both Angelo and Tony were HIV+ and the only drugs they would take were party favors they broke out with their guests. One of Angelo and Tony favorite guests was Sam who was a 34yo 6’0” 180” guy who had a clean cut businessman’s look but was as dirty as you think behind close doors. What made Sam their favorite guest was that Sam was their connection to getting any party favor needed. Sam had played with Tony and Angelo many times and was carrying their strain in his seed. One day Sam was over with Tony and Angelo to discuss what they would want for their next party when they all saw Robert moving in. Angelo and Tony saw Robert for the first time in his shorts without a shirt on unpacking boxes and immediately started drooling. Both of them imagines having their new neighbor over for some playtime and immediately began to think about how do get to know him. Sam was smitten with Robert as well and told Angelo and Tony he wanted to get close with their new neighbor as well and would make it worth Angelo and Tony’s time to make that connection. What Angelo and Tony didn’t know was who was their new neighbor let alone if he was straight bi or gay. Angelo decide that he would walk over to make the introduction to their new neighbor and see what the story was on their new neighbor. When Angelo walked over to introduce himself to Robert he was wearing very form fitting bicycle shorts which would help see what reaction he could get out of his neighbor and was hoping for one that indicated interest in Angelo’s package. Angelo rang the door bell and Robert answered it and subconsciously looked down at Angelo and saw Angelo’s cock outlined in his very tight shorts. Angelo didn’t say anything about the look but internally smiled knowing he had peaked some interest. Angelo asked Robert what he did and Robert explained that he was teaching computer science at the local university and had chosen this neighborhood as it was close enough to campus so he could tutor students outside of class if needed. When Angelo heard that a very evil thought popped into his head about using Robert as a means to get to and corrupt some college age students. Angelo’s asked more about Robert’s past and heard about the break up with his girlfriend and began to realize that seducing Robert if done correctly could be extremely worthwhile. He knew Robert was ripe to be turned onto gay sex and he could turn him onto Sam with a little help from tony, Sam and some of Sam’s parTy favors. What Angelo wanted to find out before ending this initial meeting was the reaction when Robert would learn that living next door was a gay couple in Angelo and Tony. When Angelo told Robert about his partner Tony, he could see a moment of hesitation in Robert’s response but then he also saw Robert’s cock starting to tent in his shorts as he said that was cool and would like to meet Tony as well. Angelo sensing there was potential invited Robert over to his place for a welcome to the neighborhood dinner for that Friday so he could meet Tony. What Robert didn’t know was that in addition to Tony, their friend Sam would be there as well to provide some favors and more End of Part 1 ….

HOW LOW WILL I GO? (A Fiction/Fantasy Story) Chasing started as a natural progression once I began taking loads bare. Something inside of me just hungered. For cum. More and more cum. And then not just any cum but viral loads. After months of taking every load I could get up my ass, including several HVL’s from HIV poz fuckers, I got my last test results -still negative. What does it take? How far am I will to go to get what my body needs to satisfy this craving? How low will I go? I was walking home from work one day and passed a guy, much smaller stature than me. At first I just thought he was a little guy. But when I glanced at him just as he passed, I noticed that he wasn’t a small guy. He was wasting. This was the first time I had actually seen a man with FULL BLOWN AIDS in person -naïve, I know. The thought of it had always terrified me until I began chasing. Now, taking one look at him . . . something happened. Without even thinking about it, I found myself following him another block to a black door in between two businesses. I knew there was a sort of hidden bathhouse somewhere around here, but had never had the nerve to check into it. I had always heard that the most hardcore and nasty types of guys went there. And every disease available was floating around from guy to guy in that place. The stuff of nightmares for the younger me. Now? It was the stuff that was making my dick swell in my pants and my ass involuntarily yawn open. I need something in me now! I followed the wasting man down the dark stairs towards the glow of a room opening at the bottom, filled with the sounds of pulsing music and the grunts and groans of pure animal man sex. After he payed his entrance feel, he glanced over his shoulder and saw me. I don’t think he’d been aware of me following him, but his eyes showed some recognition when they locked on mine. “Did you turn around and follow me down here?” he asked, his voice surprisingly deep, raspy and sexy. The desk clerk took my money and went back to playing on his phone, not caring what we did from that point on. “I, uh, yeah, I guess I did,” I admitted. I followed him to the changing area and stowed my clothes, while we continued to talk. “Why?” he asked me. It wasn’t a suspicious question. He seemed sort of playful at the thought that I, normal looking, ‘regular’, healthy guy, would follow him into a seedy bathhouse. I decided to just bite the bullet and be brutally honest. Nothing to lose, right? “Well, to be honest, the first thing that went through my mind when I walked passed you and really saw you was ‘sex’. Now.” He laughed, but not at me. “You really want to have sex with me? Do you have any idea what is coursing through my blood right now?” I swallowed over my dry throat and looked him in the eyes. “Yes, I do.” “And you still want me to fuck you?” The giant bulge in his jock told me that he wanted to fuck me, too. “Yes.” “You realize that I will only fuck you bare. And I will not pull out. You will get all of my toxic AIDS seed in you. Is that really what you want?” “Fuck yes,” I growled. He smiled a very devilish smile and yanked me by the hand to follow him through a couple of doorways into another dark space. I could hear sex happening everywhere around us, and it only made me crave it so much more. In fact, it wasn't just the sounds. It was the smells. That intoxicating blend of sweat and cum that has always worked better than a bottle of poppers for me. My stomach was a jumble of nerves, and I was both scared and excited at the same time. I knew that I was crossing a line that I couldn’t uncross. But logic had flown right out the window and I was just doing what an animal does, following my hunger. After a few minutes in that room my eyes adjusted to the dark. I could see a few different pairs, in the midst of their sucking and fucking, lost in their own worlds of depravity. Suddenly I felt his fingers at my hole, testing to see how tight or loose I was. It was going to be a tight fit no matter what given the bat he had swinging between his legs. It looked almost wrong -such a tiny body with such a huge cock. I suppose if he was at a healthy weight it might not have looked so extreme. But it was his wasted look that had gotten my attention, anyway, so I didn’t care. He pushed me down onto a small padded bench, giving him a better height and access to my opening. I heard him pumping his dick to full mast with a lubed hand, and then he started pressing into me. I knew that this was not going to be slow or gentle, and he just kept pushing, forcing my hole to open and take him into me. He just kept pushing and pushing, and I swear that I could feel my inner lining splitting a little. That little thought and realization made my heart thump wildly in my chest. Am I really doing this? He made me bleed, I’m sure. There is no escaping his bugs now. The force and heat in my ass naturally took over, and I found myself shoving myself back hard onto his huge cock. “Fuck yeah, take it!” he yelled, slapping my ass hard. He stopped only for one second when I felt his bony hips flush against my round ass cheeks. And then he yanked himself back, almost all the way out, and the drove back into me. HARD. I couldn’t help but grunt and growl. I was giving into the animal, I might as well sound like one, too. There was nothing fancy going on, no switching positions or breaks. He just stood there and pounded my pighole over and over, for at least fifteen or twenty minutes. I was impressed with his stamina, not knowing what to expect with his frail looking condition. As his fucking got even harder and deeper, it felt like his cock was growing even bigger inside of me. And I knew that he was getting close to cumming. This is it, am I really going to let him cum in me? I could pull off right before, it’s not too late. He started growling, and then spoke for the first time since he’d penetrated me. “I’m getting close buddy. There’s no backing out now . . . you’re going to get my load.” Oh, fuck, I forgot that he made it clear he would not be pulling out. The tingling in my stomach met with the fire in my groin and ass and I knew there was no need to deny it. “Fucking give it to me!” I yelled, surprising myself at how loud I’d been. “Knock me up!” “You want it? You want my AIDS?” he asked. “I’m going to pump you full of my toxic seed. Fucking knock you up with my AIDS babies.” “You got a neg ass there?” I heard one of the other guys ask. “Yup,” my fucker replied. Getting as loud and vocal as we’d gotten, I shouldn’t have been surprised that we attracted an audience. And they had all stopped their own messing around to watch me get impregnated. Knowing all eyes were on me taking this stranger’s dirty seed seemed to make something snap inside of me and I felt like a true cumwhore. Now all of the guys were yelling at us, at him, to get me pregnant, to trash my hole, to pound me and rip me up. And I was really getting into it, shoving back hard to feel every inch of him in me. My hole felt gaping, sloppy and wet, slick with my own ass juices, his natural lube and my blood. Finally he growled through clenched teeth, gripped my hips so hard it hurt as he impaled me balls deep as he emptied his balls into me. “That’s it, take it you fucking whore,” he finally panted as his cock began to soften after a few minutes. I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled. He smiled back and said, "You must be a fucking whore to follow a guy you don't know, who is full of AIDS, and beg him to breed you." He slapped my ass one last time and let his cock fall from my hole. So there I was, naked, on my hands and knees on a little padded bench, in a room filled with strangers, panting and covered in sweat, with a butt full of toxic high viral cum from a FULL BLOWN AIDS fucker. And I felt happy. And I wanted more . . .

As I sit here typing I am wearing my favorite cowboy hat. It was my first time at the local ABS. I had driven by it many times and my imagination ran wild thinking of everything that could be going on in the darkness of that building. I had spent hours reading up stories of anonymous breeding at these places: The anonymity of a glory hole, the pure animal nature of a group of men dumping their loads in a willing cum slut, the promise of dick overload in every dirty corner. Many loads of cum have been stroked out of my own cock imagining myself there. I couldn’t believe I was finally here. I had some “experience” about how these places worked thanks to all the stories told in online forums. I walked through the front door and the attendant looked up from his phone and stared for a bit. I bet he wasn’t used to seeing a cowboy walk in through his door. I had gone all the way with my gear. Threw on my tightest pair of Wranglers, my trusty pair of muddy and beat up cowboy boots, my biggest rodeo buckle and, of course, my cowboy hat. I was ready to ride. These Wranglers make my ass look good, so I was sure it would draw cum-filled cocks my way. I walked around to get a lay of the land. I saw the booths, and saw what I had been hoping to find: glory holes on both sides. Perfect. That was what I needed. There were a couple of guys around, some wearing wedding bands. I got a lot of looks, so I knew the Wrangler ass was working. Making eye contact with a big guy with a full thick beard as he walked into one of the middle booths and closed the door, I walked into the adjoining booth, my heart racing, my dick already starting to push against my tight Wranglers. The sounds and the smell of sex were overloading my senses. The adrenaline was racing, my heart was beating so fast, my cock was screaming to be let out, and my ass was in desperate need of cum. I peeked through the hole and saw my target rubbing his bulge through his jeans. The bulge was looking nice and big, so I tapped the hole as I watched him pull out his cock. I gasped, not because it was big, but because he had a PA. I couldn’t believe it. PAs have been on my fantasy list for a long time, and here it was, about to be coming in through a glory hole for me to enjoy. At the same time, I could hear there was someone else in the other booth on the other side of mine. I was in cum slut mode, so I tapped the other hole and through it came a glistening dick. I turned around to grab it and it was slick and I could tell I wasn’t going to be his first that night. FUCK YEAH. I unbuckled my belt and dropped them to the ground, with the buckle making a loud metal clunk on the floor. The hat was getting in the way, so I put it on the floor beneath me as I backed my ass onto the glistening dick. As I did so, it definitely perked up a bit. He backed out and I put my ass on the partition, with my hole lined up for him to use. As I did this, PA dick popped in through the other hole, right in front of my face. The piggy who designed this place definitely knew what he was doing and I appreciated his efforts. Meanwhile, as I admired the beautiful cock with a thick PA ring, the glistening dick came up against my hole and pushed its way in, poking about a bit. I felt the warmth of the cock head against my back door, but then he backed up and with momentum rammed it into me. This jolt of pain had me putting my mouth on PA dick until I could feel the metal deep down my throat. It stung a bit. I had never taken a pierced dick. I was loving it. My own dick was starting to get wet. I never precum, but this time, FUCK, it was just oozing out. As my ass got used to the dick inside of me, glistening dick got into a rhythm and I worked the PA dick harder. The two men were really getting into using me, and I was no less pleased. The guy in my ass didn’t last very long, and I could hear him groan and felt my insides being covered in the first load of the night. He pulled out of me and walked out of the booth. Damn, that was a good start. Now I could focus on the other dick, and with my ass now thoroughly lubed, I was going to get my fantasy fulfilled by getting bred by a PA dick. I lifted my head off PA Dick, and saw it shining with my spit. The PA reflecting the little light that came in the room. He didn’t move, so this was my queue that he wanted more. I turned around and rubbed my hole on PA Dick. He backed out and I pushed my ass against the partition, and was ready for him, but nothing happened. WTF? I was ready for him to breed me. I turned around and looked through the hole. He was gone. Shit. I won’t be getting a PA load. To be continued...

Part 12 As the world went dark, I opened my eyes again and saw a bright room, very quiet. I felt no pain and thought I was dead. I heard footsteps and saw a shape walking toward me. My hopes faded quickly when I saw the demonic face again. This was not the one from the doctor’s office. This was the one from last night, the one who did this to me. The one who… “Hello again Joey. I’ve watched over you the last 24 hours and am very impressed.” I saw the hash marks on his chest, still at 99. The voice was familiar, but I still couldn’t place it. I tried to scream, to yell, to hurl anger at him. But I found I sill could not speak. In fact, now I couldn’t even open my mouth. “Now is not a time for you to speak. It is a time for you to listen. I know you have been told about the Brotherhood and how you are being brought into it. Do you understand that part of it?” I nodded my head. “Say with your mind what you understand.” I looked at him, confused. I said in my head, hearing the words outside my head. “I am being made into a cumdump who will take any load. I’m being groomed to be a carrier of HIV. The seed of…” He nodded and smiled. “That’s a good amount of knowledge so quickly. I see that my two sons are teaching you well.” “Your two sons? Sir and Brother… the other Sir?” “Very good Joey, you are much brighter then I expected considering your lineage. You learn lessons rather quickly, including not using names of those above you. In as much the same way as they do not use my name nor I my Father’s name.” “My lineage? What do you mean?” He chuckled, “Too many questions, are you sure you’re ready to hear the answers?” “I, think so.” “If you only think you are, then you are not. When the questions you ask are answered, your whole existence will be changed. I will visit you again in four days time. I will visit you in your reality and at that time, you will receive your answers.” “Why not now?” A searing pain shot through me. “You are not ready my…Boy. Things will reveal themselves in their right times.” “Now, I will return you to your trials. I see a long and painful night ahead of you.” He walked toward me, lifted me gently by the chin. I looked into his eyes and lost myself as he leaned down and gently touched his lips to mine. The pleasure of his lips was all too short as I came back to my body, feeling an intense burning sensation. At first I thought it was the cock in my ass dumping another load. However, there was a new face above me, driving a dick deep in my ass. I was finally able to identify the burning as it was coming from my chest. I looked down and saw the man burning me with his cigar. “Well, there you are. I was beginning to think we had killed you. You’ve taken more than any boy we’ve used before. At least the ones who survived it.” I saw welts and burn marks, bruises and scrapes all down my body. I looked at the face of the man and saw at least a sense of humanity in him. I mouthed, “How long?” “How long have we been raping you?” I nodded. “We’re going into our 3rd hour. We’ve all been in you and all dumped in you at least once. I’m on fuck 3, but only working to load 2. For an unconscious bitch, you’ve stayed pretty tight.” I simply nodded my head. “Don’t worry about what you missed while passed out, it’s all being recorded. Every brutal rape, every toxic load dumped in you. The whipping, the burning, the ball punching. Its all there for us to remember you by.” I looked at him and just nodded. Only then did I feel something different under me. To be more exact, I felt nothing under me. I tried turning my head to look, but my arms blocked my view. The man using my cunt noticed my movement and said, “You were out of it when we changed the room up. Just a sec.” My cunt had a never before felt pain as, without removing his dick, the man spun me over, facing what had been the bed earlier. Now only a few feet below me was a floor mirror, allowing me to watch as my cunt was pulled apart as he slowly pulled his cock out to the head and then slamming back into me. I watched cum splatter on the mirror as it fell from my cunt. He spun me back around, again keeping his dick in me. I met his eyes again, pain searing through me. “Did you like that pussy-boy? Like seeing your cute little butthole stretch into a gaping cunt? Seeing a man turn you out like that? Did you?” I stared at him and shook my head weakly. Then almost imperceptibly, I felt my head nod. “What was that boy? Did you just say you liked seeing that?” I nodded again. He leaned down, still pounding my cunt savagely, and whispered quietly into my ear, “Tell me why you like seeing that.” Knowing he couldn’t hear a word I said, I mouthed, “I’m your cunt.” He moved his head away from mine, looking me straight in the eyes and said, “I know you’re my cunt,” before lowering his face to mine and putting his mouth to mine in a gentle kiss. “Damn you boy, damn you to hell.” He slammed into me one last brutal time, deep past my inner ring and blew a load in me. I knew he was cumming from his groans and the spasms of his cock, but this load, as only one other, left no burning as he pumped it deep in me. “Another death load for you little Joey.” He lightly kissed me again, pulled out slowly and looked down at me. “I always get you bitches to cave.” He saw me tear up and started to laugh. “Bitch, you think I’d feel anything for you? You’ve let all my buddies ride your ass like it was the last cunt on earth. You’ve got, let’s see… 27 loads in you now. You’re only good as a breeding hole. Ain’t nobody gonna ever LOVE you, stupid cunt.” He called out, “Next,” as he walked over and shoved his dick in my mouth. I tasted cum, blood, and my ass as he fucked my throat. I felt another guy enter me and heard him say, “Tight hole still, ready up for my 3rd deposit bitch.” I watched above me, alternating between the man who broke me further as he sneered down at me, and in the mirror above seeing a skinny white guy, covered in tattoos, as he fucked my hole. The pain faded away as he shot and was replaced by another. Still in my mouth was my heart breaker. Really? Why did I think to call him that? How fucked up have I become that I’d feel heart broken by a guy who raped me 3 times, shot 2 loads in me and burned me with his cigar. As I moved my eyes, to look down at the burns, he redirected me back to watching him. “You look away when I tell you cunt. Not before.” I nodded in deference to him. He placed a padded bench that was the perfect height to balance my back and head on, and the perfect length to lay part of my back on. He unlatched my arms and let them slowly drop down to sit on my stomach. This made my weight shift as only my ankles and back were now supporting my weight. The guy fucking my liked the change and I felt the cock change angles, creating a new pain as it hit me differently. “Alright cunt, your Sir assured us you were fair game for anything. You ready for a new test of your pathetic existence?”

Part 2 I was disappointed, but I was on a mission for cum. Thankfully, it was a busy night, and Glistening Dick’s booth had been occupied again. I tapped the glory hole and in came a brown uncut cock. I sucked on it to get it hard, but didn’t waste my time with sucking. As much as I love cum in all places, I wanted every single drop in my ass tonight. I turned around and rammed my ass on it. Brown Uncut Cuck must have been pleasantly surprised to find himself inside a warm wet hole, because after a couple of thrusts, he was unloading in me. I’m ok with a fast cummer, more loads for me. He pulled out and left the booth, but someone else walked in right behind him and put his dick through the hole. Word must be getting around that there’s a hole taking all loads. I jumped on this new dick and rode it dry. I started getting into a nice cum groove in there. One cock would unload in me, and another one would be ready to ride on the other side of the booth. I wasted no time getting all those loads in my ass. I could hear the guys walking out whisper about the sloppy hole in that booth. I kept thinking of PA Dick and how bad I still wanted it. I had been hard and pre-cumming like crazy. I had never seen so much pre-cum ooze out of my cock. I was loving all these loads. My Cowboy Hat had been under me the whole time, and it was covered in pre-cum. I was in pig heaven, eyes closed, with a cock gliding in and out of my hole. I heard a door lock. The partition behind me started grunting and I focused on the pulsing dick in my ass. I opened my eyes and saw a silhouette by my booth door. Ooops, guess I “forgot” to lock it. My eyes adjusted and I saw Full Thick Beard standing in front of me, grinning. “Damn Cowboy. Everyone is talking about the hole in this booth. You’re a fucking cum slut” I smiled as I pulled away from the glory hole, the pulsating cock slipping out of my ass with the last spurts of cum falling outside of my hole. Damn, what a waste, but I couldn’t let PA Dick get away again. I leaned toward Full Thick Beard, my Wranglers wrapped around my boots, and got on my knees. I immediately went for his jeans and opened them up to release PA Dick again. There it was, waiting for me. I then noticed something in the dim light. A tattoo. I instantly knew what it was. I leaned back. Shit. I knew I was here for raw loads, but this one came with a warning. I wasn’t prepared for this. I got up and took a step back, tried to pull my jeans up, but they were tightly wrapped around my boots. Full Thick Beard stepped forward. “What’s the matter Cowboy, you afraid of some metal?”. I shook my head, I pointed at his tattoo and said I wasn’t ready for THAT. “You’re in luck Cowboy, my Toxic Prince always knocks holes up”. Scared, I tried to bolt around him and get to the door, but bound at my feet by my own clothing, I stumbled and fell to my knees. “What's the matter slut? You don't want one more load?” he said, as he pushed down on my shoulders and got on top of me with a weight I was not expecting. FUCK. The reality set in. I panicked. My survival instincts kicked into high gear.

Fact of the matter is I enjoy every cock that splits my ass. I like cock and can't seem to get enough. So even a poorly executed fuck is better than no cock. But, for the tops who know what they are doing, who put some effort into their work, I am sure they know I am liking it. I become more verbal. I really start using my ass muscles to clinch on to that man meat. If he is fucking me hard, I rear back to slam that dick home even harder. I think those responses tell a top he is doing me a lot of fucking good. IT ain't the words....it is how you respond to his cocksmanship.

Obviously tops check out guys asses as a potential playfield. I'm a bottom and have a fascination with mens crotches. Always looking to spot those big promising bulges imagining what I would see when they drop their pants. A guy with a bulging crotch clearly going commando has my attention. But...strangely enough I also have a fascination for butts. Can't help myself watching hot asses on the street, in shops, supermarkets, at work, internet, wherever. Don't know why. As a bottom their dicks should interest me more. It's not that I'm looking for an ass to fuck. But I can really drool when I see a guy with a hot butt. Any other bottoms have this as well or is it just me?

A lad I met on Craigslist is again back from University, and on Tuesday afternoon I received a text from him, suggesting we hook-up. As is usually the case, I received his text just before midnight -- late enough for his Mum to have gone up to bed. This was to be our third meeting, each of which having been separated from the preceding by a couple of months. This time, he left the door on the latch, and when I let myself in I found him naked, on his knees with his eyes closed. In silence I put the blindfold on him, and restrained his wrists behind his back. "What do you say, boy?" I asked as I unbuttoned my jeans. "Please feed me your cock, Daddy" came the reply. "Good boy." I said as I pushed my bulging jock towards his mouth and nose. He inhaled deeply, and started to lick my throbbing bulge through the fabric. I freed my cock, and slapped his face with it a couple of times whilst his tongue bathed my balls and shaft. I pulled back and teased him running the steel ball closure of my PA over his lips. His tongue darted out to taste my cock head and slowly I fed him more until he was sucking nicely. Whilst he was showing his enthusiasm orally, my hands were busy roaming over his body paying attention to his sensitive nipples and massaging his head as well as occasionally applying a bit of pressure to feed him more, and encouraging him verbally by suggesting "Yeah, you like being Daddy's little cocksucker, don't you boy?" A nod and the way his tongue sped up in probing my cock head was all the reply I needed. "Good boy," I told him as I removed the blindfold and we made eye contact for the first time since just before Christmas when I took his 22 year old cherry. His mouth and tongue were getting me close so I lifted his face off my cock and dribbled a long line of saliva down in to his mouth before kissing him deeply. I helped him stand up, and after another kiss, moved down to his nipples, licking, sucking and gently biting each in turn before I dropped to my knees and swallowed the entire length of his boi-cock in one go making him moan. I took a second to get a couple of fingers wet before resuming his blowjob whilst reaching through his legs to that cute pert bum I'd stretched before, and probed at his hole - gently but firm... Before too long I'd removed the wrist restraints and had him bent over the sofa arm, whilst I was behind him and positioned so my tongue could follow my fingers in making him moan, and soon enough he was begging for it "Fuck me Daddy." "You want my cock in your hole again boy? "Yeah...." "Ask nicely then." "Please fuck my tight hole with your awesome cock Daddy!" "Good boy." It was only his second time, so I was generous with the lube, and took my time getting inside so he'd get used to it and not make too much noise that might wake his mother. Once he had had time to adjust I slowly inched my way in, beginning a gentle rocking motion, that gradually increased the length of each thrust into and withdraw from his hole. Soon he was moaning softly and telling me how he loved being Daddy's little slut. In return I told him how much I loved fucking my special little slut boy, and how good his smooth ass looked with my cock alternately disappeared to it, and re-appearing with each exiting movement as I worked the full length in and out of him. The feeling was incredible: his chute still tight, yet also familiar now, warm and embracing my cock with every thrust. I picked up the pace a little as we were both fucking harder but soon had to back off a bit so as to not cum too soon. I hadn't cum since CumUnion the previous weekend so my balls contained a good nine day load built up which burst out and sprayed on his hole and butt cheeks, before I fucked some of it back in to him, and held there for a few moments as I softened a little. After I licked up some traces of my cum that remained on his smooth arse. It was, as I expected, very sweet. I scooped up a bit that had dripped on to the sofa and fed him some before licking my fingers clean. Then I swallowed his precum covered cock and in just a couple of strokes he unloaded in my mouth. I swallowed most of it but saved a little to snowball with him. After a quick clean up I gathered my bits and dressed. As I was about to leave he kissed me goodbye saying "Thank you, Daddy." "Good boy."

Having a guy sit on my face while I'm getting fucked.... that's heaven right there!

I'm a total bottom and I love ass too! I love eating a hot ass and hole just as much as getting mine eaten or fucked...

Hey guys, this is my first porn story, so I hope you like it. There's plenty more chem-fueled pigginess in later chapters if you guys are into it. It was the summer after I’d graduated from high school in Dallas, Texas in the early 2000s. I’d come out a couple of years earlier, lost my virginity, and became a bit of a rebel. The thing was, no matter how hard I tried, what crazy color I died my hair, how baggy my jeans were, or how much I sneered and skulked around, I always looked like a sweet, innocent little boy. I looked maybe 15, max, but even that was pushing it. My skin was lily white and covered in freckles. I had curly strawberry blonde hair that grew out to be a big bush on the top of my head, small mouth, and big expressive blue eyes. I stood about 5’9 with a bit of a belly and the remnants of man boobs from growing up as a fat kid. When it came to guys, I had very little confidence at all. But I was horny all the time. All. The. Time. And from reading stories about older guys seducing younger guys on nifty.org, I’d learned that putting things in my ass was a hell of a good time. I’d put any kind of household object up there, tooth brushes, a wooden flute, even a small shampoo bottle once. I’d read all these stories about kinky sex that I wanted to try, but was too scared to look for or really even understand. But I did manage to meet up with a few older dudes for fun, but they didn’t turn out as hot as my fantasies were. So a week after my 18th birthday, there was a death in the family. I wasn’t particularly close to this great aunt, but my family all wanted to go pay their respects. My grandmother decided to leave me behind to run her business where she was the only employee while she was gone, and that suited me just fine. They packed up the car, and I promised to take care of her office, flashing my boyish smile. All was good. On the second or third day of me manning the place, one of her long-time customers came in. His name was James. He was about 6’1 with a lanky frame and salt and pepper hair in his late 30s or so. He wasn’t the most handsome guy, but he’d always been extra nice. I basically grew up in that office, so I’d known him for at least 10 years at that point. And every time I saw him he’d make sure to give me a big hug and would tell me jokes in the squeaky, over-animated kind of voice he had, like an extra from Mr. Rogers or something, but he always made me laugh. That day, I guess he’d been out riding his bike, because he was covered in blue lycra with a nice sized bulge in the crotch that I tried really hard not to look at for too long. I’d never noticed that James had so much going on between his legs before. “Hey, kiddo, how you doing? Where’s your grandma?” “Hiya, Mr. James!” I exclaimed. I called nearly everyone Mr. So-and-so in those days. I told him where she’d gone, but that I’d be happy to help him any way I could. He got this dark, mischievous grin for a second and said, “Oh, gosh, that’s right, isn’t it. I guess I must have forgotten! I’m so silly sometimes.” “You are silly without a doubt, Mr. James.” His voice was like a cartoon character. It was fun to have banter like we did when I was a kid, but I was clearly a grown man at this point. Mr. James seemed to have other ideas. I bristled a bit, but I was determined to prove that I was all grown up now. He demanded a hug, like always, so I got up from behind the desk and gave him one. I tried to be firm and manly to show him just how mature I was at that point, but when he wrapped his arms around me I felt this jolt go through me I’d never felt before. His grip was so soft and comforting. I felt so safe and secure there in his arms. The smell of his sweat and the lycra made my head spin. My breath was a little heavier than I would have liked, but he didn’t seem to want to let go. The hug went on a little longer than it probably should have, but then we settled back into our chairs and struck up a conversation. He was sitting right across from me with his legs spread in typical man stance. I could see the clear outline of his bulge in those blue lycra shorts, and it was making me hot as hell. The conversation was boring small talk, but he kept opening and closing his legs. And every time he did I couldn’t help but look down to watch his bulge shift and flex, and could almost see the outline of his cockhead resting just to the left of his balls. He pretended not to notice and kept the conversation going. But I just couldn’t stop looking at his package, and his dick, it just seemed to keep growing. I started to get a bit nervous, but it didn’t stop me from looking. I found myself just staring openly at the lump moving down his thigh, and the conversation trailed off. I looked up at him all sheepish for a second at having gotten caught, but he just chuckled his goofy little laugh and smiled encouragingly at me. But I was too dumbfounded to move. He looked down at his crotch and back up at me with a look of fake surprise, like he’d pulled a quarter from behind my ear and just discovered it. “Hey, hey! Look at that!” he said. Slowly he reached down, grabbed his cock, and waggled it at me with a playful little smirk. I was frozen in place, mesmerized. “So how long have you been into guys,” he asked the question so casually, but my heat leapt into my throat. “Um…a few years now,” I stammered. “A few years, huh? Well it sounds like you got started early.” “Yeah,” I said, laughing a little. “Have you been with a boy yet?” “Um…well, I lost my virginity at 15. He was 48, though, so not really a boy. And I wouldn’t say I’ve had good sex yet.” “Oh I see. That’s my precocious boy. Exploring what he wants before anyone expected. Have you ever been to a bathhouse?” “No,” I muttered, “I just turned 18 last week.” “Aw,” he said, with a little bit of disappointment, but he gave me this wolfish smile. I couldn’t believe I was being so honest with him. Something about him just made me feel like I could trust him. “Hey, kiddo, have I told you how handsome you’ve gotten?” I just blushed, not sure of what to say. “I mean you’ve always been a very cute little boy, but now you’re beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” They hadn’t, and it showed. I couldn’t help but beam at him, and his cock twitched. I flicked my gaze down and saw that his bulge had grown even larger. A wet spot had formed at the tip. My small mouth opened in surprise. James watched me and his goofy smile disappeared. He got serious and quiet. Suddenly he wasn’t the same old silly Mr. James I’d known all these years. There was this darkness to him I’ never seen before. Like he’d been planning to get me into a spot just like this all along, and I thought briefly about what I was getting myself into. “Let’s try something fun,” he said quietly. He got up, his cock now obscenely stretched against his hip. I could see every vein and the thick ridge of his cockhead. Methodically he strutted around the office, closing all of the blinds, his dick wobbling back and forth under the lycra, and I marveled at his transformation, how masculine he seemed, how in charge. I stumbled up from the desk and followed his lead, shutting the door and locking it. He turned to look at me with this sense of purpose in his eyes, like whatever he was about to do to me was inevitable, and I got scared. He checked himself immediately and the goofy smile came back as he flexed his cock. The wet spot got bigger. He spread his arms and did this funny little duck walk over to me that made his dick bob up and down with every lurching step. I couldn’t help but laugh and was immediately put at ease. He’d spent years perfecting the art of cheering me up. It worked every time. He came in for another big hug, his man-sized frame enfolding mine. I could feel his cock throbbing against my stomach. “Hey, kiddo,” he said as his hands slid down to hold my plump ass through my jeans. “How you doing?” “Good,” I stuttered. I was shaking like a leaf. “Goooooood,” he said in soothing tones and moved my hand onto his throbbing cock. It felt firm and full in my hand and I gave it a few little squeezes. He moaned and brought me in for a kiss, my neck straining back to accommodate his height. I felt his tongue pressing against my teeth, which was new for me. Wanting to show him just how much I’d grown up though, I just went with it. His big wet tongue invaded my mouth and explored every nook and cranny. I gagged a bit when he reached the back of my throat, but he just petted the back of my head and held me in place. Soon I was sucking on his tongue like there was no tomorrow. He pried me away and kissed down my cheek to my neck. I let out a little gasp and my whole body went rigid. It was the most amazing thing I’d felt up to this point in my life. And when he began to gently suck and lick, I couldn’t help but moan. Immediately he pulled back and laughed. Putting one of his big, hairy hands gently over my mouth. “I love your pretty little moans, kiddo, but you’ve gotta keep it quiet right now, understand?” I nodded. “Why don’t we go into the back for a while?” he said. And I hastily grabbed his hand and led him back to the little hallway where we had a tiny kitchen to the left, and the bathroom and a big pile of bird seed sacks to the right. He pushed me up against the sink and kissed ravenously. He unbuckled my jeans and they fell to the ground. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my whole life as he squatted down, took off his classes, and yanked down my briefs. My 6 inches of uncut boymeat bounced into the open and, without missing a beat, Mr. James swallowed up my entire cock in his mouth and started slurping away. If what I felt before was good, this was at least a thousand times better, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. He reached up with his long, hairy arm and clamped his hand over my mouth while he mercilessly milked my dick for every bit of pleasure it could get. I got real close to cumming, I was right on the edge, but he pulled away as quick as he had started. He stood up and tugged me to him forcefully, spitting on his fingers and going in for another deep kiss. His fingers found my pink little boy hole and began gently circling, teasing, as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. His touch was electric on my hole and I moaned into his mouth, thrusting my hips against him. Firmly but gingerly he teased around the outside of my hole, getting each and every one of those nerve endings tickling. Then he pulled back his hands and his kiss and unzipped a pocket in his riding vest that looked to have a little sandwich baggy inside. He put two fingers deeply into his mouth, coating them thickly with spit and rummaged around in the sandwich baggy, covering them in white powder. “What’s that,” I whispered in a scared voice. “Just some special lube to help get you opened up.” ‘B-but it’s powder,” I stammered. “Don’t worry, it mixes with the spit once it’s in your hole, and then you'll start to feel really good.” And with that he shoved his finger inside me. I tried to cry out, but he planted his lips over mine as he wormed his way deeper inside me, stretching out my ring and making himself known to my tender insides. The finger burned like fire, and I tried to pull away, but he had me where he wanted me. My hole winked around his finger with the struggle and he slipped the other finger in and I gasped. My heart started beating faster in my chest, my hole started to loosen, and my horniness got ramped up more than I thought was possible. After a minute his fingers felt like magic inside me, and I unreservedly thrust my cock between his lycra clad thighs. I became acutely aware of his cock throbbing against my stomach and rubbed myself against him. “Hey kiddo, that’s my boy,” he murmured as he stretched out my hole. “That’s it.” All I could think about was how much I wanted his cock inside me. I needed it. I didn’t really like bottoming that much with actual guys, really, but I had to have his cock, and I had to have it right then. I grabbed his cock and gave it a desperate little tug. He laughed and asked if I was having a good time. “Yes, Mr. James.” I said, unintentionally mimicking the cadence I used when I was little. “Oh, good boy,” he said, his cartoony chuckle coming back. “I like that you still call me that. Now do you know what comes next, son?” “No, sir,” I said, but I really, really hoped. “Oh-ho I think you know,” he said, and twisted his fingers even deeper inside me I moaned and he withdrew his fingers. I felt so empty and scared it might be ending. “Why don’t you go get on that stack of bird seed bags, kiddo, and stick out your cute little but for me.” I giggled, and did what he asked. Once I was on all fours on the bird seed, I stuck out my ass and gave it a little shake, and Mr. James let out a low moan. I heard him spit on his hand and felt him move in behind me. He put up one leg on the birdseed next to me and soon I felt the wet tip of his cock moving up and down my crack. My whole body tensed and I stammered out, “D-d-d-do you have a condom?” “Uh-oh!” he said in a sing songy voice and kept rubbing his cock along the crack of my ass sending vibrations through my entire body. My hole was begging for his cock. “I’m fresh out of rubbers, little buddy. Do you want me to stop?” he said, swirling his hips and making my hole twitch and buck. I didn’t answer. “Because I sure will if you want me to, kiddo. Do you want me to?” Still I didn’t answer. “Huh?” he asked, poking at my hole with the head of his cock. “Huh?” he asked going deeper. “I mean…” I trailed off. He broke through the seal of my hole and sunk in deep. All seven inches of his thick cock were buried in me to the hilt, and I could feel his heartbeat through his cock in my stretched out ring. He smoothed his hands around the small of my back and leaned down to give me a kiss right between the shoulders, and I relaxed and let out a big breath. This was Mr. James, after all. He wouldn’t hurt me. “Mmmm, it seems like you might like that, I don’t know if you want me to stop, do you? Gently he made little circles in my hole with his fat cock, loosening me up. My hole burned, but it also felt better than any cock I’d ever experienced. I let out a little yelp of pleasure. “Hmmm, what was that? Did you want me to stop?” he asked, thrusting his hips in even deeper, giving me short little strokes as he ground around inside me. “Do you? Do you want me to stop?” The thrusts grew longer, and I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. “I want to hear an answer from you, little buddy, do you want me to stop, or do you want me to pound your fucking pussy?” I let out a cry of joy, pushing back on him. Trying to get more of this dick that was bringing me into a whole new world of pleasure. “That’s not good enough, kiddo. I said I wanted a fucking answer,” he said and he maneuvered himself so both his feet were on the bird seed bag, it bulged with our combined weight. He sunk his cock in as deep as it would go and leaned over to whisper in my ears. “Now, I want you to think about this and give me an answer like a good boy, okay? Can you do that for me?”. I nodded. “Now,” he said, grinding his cock in swirls, rubbing his leaking cock head against the walls of my ass. “Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to pound. That. Pussy!” And with those last three words he would pull all the way out and slam right back in. A sound ripped from my throat. “Yes! Yes, please don’t stop!” “Stop what?” he said, back to the slow grind. “Please don’t stop p-p-p-pounding my—please don’t stop pounding my pussy,” I said, unintentionally slipping back into that little boy cadence. He groaned a deep throated groan and softly petted the back of my head. He leaned in close and licked my ear. “Then get ready.” What came next was an unrelenting assault on my hole. He fucked me deep and he fucked me hard, and he didn’t stop. He wrapped a hand over my mouth and pulled my head back so my whole back arched up, exposing my plump, lily white ass for the taking as he thrust in deep over and over. I freaked a bit and tried to buck him off, but he just held me still until I gave in to the onslaught of his cock. His breathing got faster, and his thrusts got more ragged as my hole squeezed at his thickness. “Unnnnh, little buddy, I’m gonna give you my load.” I struggled when he said this. I’d never taken a load before, and I was terrified. I always used condoms. Always. But he had me in a firm grip. His pounding kept going and going and going and I couldn’t stop the waves of pleasure he was forcing through every cell in my body. He let out a strangled cry, thrust in as far as he could go, and I felt his cock spasm over and over again. Wetness spread deep inside me, and my dick instantly got steel hard again. As he collapsed on top of me, the lycra of his riding fest sticking to my back, cock still lodged inside of me, I started to panic. Just like he always did, though, Mr. James calmed me down and we curled up together on the bags of birdseed, spoon style as he gently thrust in, rubbing his cum into the walls of my hole. With the intensity of the moment, I started to sniffle a bit, but he held me tight. “Hey, hey, kiddo. There’s no need to cry. Was that your first load?” “Yeah…” I said quietly. “Well then that was a big step you just took. I’m proud of you, little buddy. Good work. Did it feel good?” he asked as he spread his man cum around my tender insides. “Yeah…” I muttered. “Well then who gives a hot damn, is what I say. You’ve gotta embrace that inner pig I just saw, and I’d love to show you how. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Here, why don’t we get cleaned up, kiddo.” With that we got up and got our pants back on. Mr. James pulled me in for a big hug and rubbed my back in big circles. “That was a lot of fun today, but there’s so much more I want to show you. Here’s my number in case you ever want to try going to one of those bathhouses we were talking about.” I took the slip of paper he handed to me, and gave him one more hug for the road. “Thank you, Mr. James. That was a lot of fun.” “Anytime, partner,” he said, as he walked toward the office door. “Hey, have you ever tried ecstasy,” he asked? “No, but I’ve always wanted to,” I replied. He grinned that goofy grin. “Well, then, until next time."

So I've been browsing the stories here on breeding.zone and decided to share some of my experiences. I never really "pnp'd" up until a year and half ago. I played it safe with guys, mostly just sucking them off, and in the early years of experimenting with guys, occasionally topping guys. I tried to bottom but never could get past the initial pain, get walked through by a top, and even with the aid of poppers, just never could enjoy it. Then after going through some relationship issues with a girl (I'm bisexual), I decided during a stop-over with my work to hookup with a guy. He approached me on a hookup site and asked if I had ever pnp'd. I told him no, but I might be willing. He wanted to know if was okay with coke and molly. I had to look up molly to see the effects, but after reading, figured what the hell. I went over to his apartment and picked him up, along with some coke. He was still waiting to hear back from his dealer about the molly. We headed back to my hotel room. The guy was a very attractive younger black guy. He was into just about everything, bisexual, and just wanted to have some fun. He pulled out the coke, made a few lines, and showed me how to snort some. I tried it. It was pretty good. We threw on some porn, drank a few beers, and started to jerk off together. He had a nice 8" averagely thick cock, mine a decent 7". I offered to suck on him a bit, the high hitting me. I did this for a bit, alternating between jerking us both off and sucking on his delicious cock. About 20 minutes into this, his dealer calls him up, and we make arrangements to go and pick it up. After the pickup, we head back to the hotel, popping a few pieces of molly. He said it would probably take as long to get back to the hotel for it kick in. So we get back, strip down, turn the lights down, and thrown on porn. Drinking a bit of some beer we bought, along with hitting a few more lines and popping molly. We start talking a bit raunchy, about a few taboo things. The porn we were watching was just getting really good (for the life of me i can't remember what it was, some girl and a guy i think), and then just waves of heat it me. I'm starting to jerk off furiously, and I'm hitting wave after wave of pleasure. Horny as all get out. He knows I'm flying, and he starts to talk really dirty, really raunchy, really taboo. I'm telling him my little secrets and fantasies, things I've never told anyone. He's leaning back in his chair, his cock hard as hell. He's rubbing his nipples and looking at me like I was this gorgeous hunk. I drop down infront of him, crawling like a bitch in heat. All I can fathom in my brain is how much I want to please him, suck his hard cock, how I could imagine his cock in my ass, fucking me. I ask him if I could please suck his beautiful black cock, if I could just please him this black Adonis god infront of me. He just nods. I reach up to his cock, slowly stroking it, as I take it in my mouth, licking it. I suck it in deep, and just worship it. I lick it top to bottom, his balls, his taint; I spit on it, and take it in as far as I can go. I just work it, work it because this was my god's black dick. I was loving it. He's talking to me the entire time, just on fantasies, on what he wants to do with me, how much he enjoys me sucking his cock. This goes on for hours. I really wanted to get fucked, but my fears of not being cleaned enough (despite doing all I could) and the pain still stuck with me. Mostly it was me sucking him off twice that made it enjoyable. We made out, 69'd, sucked and tweaked nipples, fingered each other. It was heavenly. After cumming the few times we did, we tried to rest, but the high of the coke (or as I later suspect tina) kinda made it hard. I spent several days with him, but never got that same enjoyment. No fucking, just sucking and talking. Eventually I took him home, some drama happened between us, and well that was the end of that. But I'll never forget what had happened, how I felt, how I enjoyed it. And thus I began to look into partying and exploring more with pnp. Months later, I moved in with a friend, my job just not working out (mostly due to the situation I wrote about previously). I found some work, and after a while, decided to start cruising for pnpers. I was Atlanta, so I knew there had to be some. And it did not disappoint me. First time with Tina: I met a guy on a cruising site. His name was Ace. He hit me up, seeing my profile listing about pnp and the like. So we talked for a bit and he offered to teach me. I met him up at his house. He was an short but mildly athetic black guy, early 20s. He was vers and into everything, from crossdressing to fucking to getting fucked to various kinks. He was also a biochem major at one of the local colleges. Ace explained a lot to me, how things worked in the body, methods of taking drugs, and the various ones out there. So after a bit, we get naked and start to play a bit. His cock is like mine, and he puts his in a cockring. I decline, as I've never been able to wear one comfortably. He pulls out a water bottle and explains that this is ghb or g. He says most people enjoy it cause its like alchohol, with the warmness and the loosing of inhibitions. He tells me to always becareful with how much i take, that I should always try about half a cap full, see my reaction, then try a bit more hours later. Never more within an hour if its not hitting me, as there are lots of things that can slow the reaction to it. So half a cap I take, him a full cap. We start to make out a bit, tweaking nipples, feeling each other up. About 15 minutes in, I can feel the g hitting me. I'm all warm and tingly. I tell Ace about my previous experience and how this is like it. He said molly can be the same, just depends. We really get back into, moving into a 69. His dick taste decilious, and we're both going to town on each other, gay porn playing in the background. We stop for a bit, and he asks if I'm ready for tina. He's already explained it all to me, and that we're gonna try smoking it. So he pulls out the pipe, loads it, and lights it. He instructs me to take slow puffs then one long one when I think I'm done. I do as he says, and after the last big hit, he grabs my face so we can shotgun. Oh man, the high. That initial high. So good. He then takes a hit, watching me as I start to tweak a bit. My nipples are hard and electric. My cock, not so much but horny as hell. I can feel the air around me. It was great. He shotguns me again, our tongues dancing back and forth. He pushes me back on the bed, putting down the pipe. He plays with my nipples, sucking them, biting them. He moved down to my cock and starts to suck it. I'm slightly getting hard, and he sees this, and explains about tina dick. He keeps on sucking, along with licking my balls and my ass. I moan. He hears this and pushes my legs back, and throws a pillow under me. He dives in, eating my ass. In between, he's asking me questions about my fantasies, my limits. By this point, I figured there's not much I can hold back. He's not scared or weirded out, he's on the same wavelength. He asks about if I've ever really been fucked, and I explain no, but god do I want it. He checks his phone and says that he wants to play more but can't really have company. I think about it and I offer him my last free hotel I have (due to my previous work). He's cool with that, and that helps pay for my portion of the supplies. So we get dressed, pack up his toys and such, and get a hotel nearby. It’s a nice suite (since that's what my points gave me), and we settle in. Hook up a laptop to the tv, thrown on some porn. Light up some more. He then suggests we clean out. He brought a shower hose, and he goes in first. Afterwards, he explains to me how it works, what to do. I spend some time cleaning out. After I come out, I notice that he's a bit off. Apparently while I was in the shower, he got a bad call from a friend, and was a bit down. He just suggested watching porn while he laid down for a bit. I pretty much spend the rest of my time high and horny, stroking off, using a few his toys to fuck myself. By morning, after he gets up, we pack everything up. He apologizes for what happened, and we part ways. (Yes, I know this one ends poorly.) Side-note: A few months later, we hook back up after I score just a small amount of Tina. I meet up at his place, get cleaned out, and we hit a cap of G. We do what little Tina I had, smoking a bit of it. I even get him to bootybump me a bit. We make out, suck each other, and then after he shows me some of his poppers, I ask him to fuck me. He lays me on my back, puts a pillow under my hips, and lubes me up. I've been fucked by a few guys during the time between our encounter and this, so I'm more used to fucking. He strokes off, tweaking his nipples, getting very rock hard. I hit the poppers, some strong stuff he's made, and I'm in heaven, as his cock slides into me. He gives me some time to adjust, going slow with easy strokes. He starts to go faster, as we make out and I tweak his nipples, which makes him growl and get hornier. After a few minutes, he's pounding my ass. I'm moaning, I'm swearing, I'm begging. He flips me over, ordering me on my hands and knees. I comply. He pushes my head down, as he pushes himself back in me, no pain, just pleasure. He keeps up his pace. He warns he's getting close, I'm fucking him back. He grunts, grabbing my hips hard, as he shoots in me, breeding me. We clean up, and the part ways. I try to hook up with him but he always declines. (more to come)

So. This is another true story. A few weeks ago, my husband had just left for work and I was horny as hell. Note for those who didn't read my earlier post: I'm a 27 year old whore. 5'7" and about 150lbs. Hairy and love bottoming. My husband is a sweet adorable man who doesn't have much of a libido and I'm always horny as hell so I fuck around when he is away at work. Bored out of my mind, I decided to hit up some of my regulars to see if they were free. Nothing there. I hit up A4A and BBRT and small town that I am in, nothing. I finally resorted to Grindr. Posted a note saying I was horny and looking for now. A few minutes later I was hit up by a blank profile. No pleasantries. Just a simple "address?" Being a good slut I gave him my address. He asked, "std and HIV?" Me, "Clean. You?" Him, "Squeaky clean." That's all he said. I quickly showered and cleaned up and prepared the lube and condoms. Fifteen minutes later he sends me a message, "Here." Buzzer didnt work so I went downstairs to get him. At the door I literally stopped short. I saw a fucking hunk of a man. Handsome as fuck. White guy. Late twenties. Built like a football player (big and beefy). Black beard and the deepest blue eyes. The guy seemed too good to be true. I thought maybe he was there to meet someone else. I walked up and opened the door. He looked at me and said, "this is gonna be fun." I led him upstairs slowly. I was so in awe of him I couldn't walk any faster. I finally ushered him into my house and he asked where the bedroom was. I pointed it out weekly. He held me by the neck and led me into my own bedroom. I knew who was in charge. Once inside, he said, "Listen faggot. I'm straight so don't even think of trying to kiss me. Understood?" I weakly replied, "Yes Sir." I quickly got to my knees and untied his shoes. I took them off and took a big whiff of his sweaty smelly socks. I licked his smelly socks and rubbed my face all over and under his feet. My submission to his superior self got him hard. He motioned me up to his crotch and I obliged by quickly unbuckling his manly texas style belt and jeans. I pulled down his pants to his ankles and he stepped out of them. All the while my face was buried into his sexy grey boxer shorts as I was aiming for that hard on. He slapped me on my right cheek on the face and pulled off his shirt. For the first time I saw his sexy hairy chest. He had the perfect chest. Big and burly. His chest hair thicker and blacker than mine (which can be hard considering I'm brown). He had a sexy Tattoo on his left pec with his name on it. We will call him Brandon. He had another sexy complex mechanical tattoo on his left shoulder and upper arm. Basically with his shirt off, this Addonis went from a 9 to a 13 out of 10. I feel it is a bottom's duty to ensure that the bottom slut is undressed faster than its top. So I too quickly took off all my clothes down to my birthday suit left in just the work socks that my baby daddy had given me and told me to wear every time I got fucked by another man. Anyway, my sexy straight top then went to lie on the bed on his back. He made himself comfortable using my husband's pillows. And then ordered me with those Godly eyes onto his crotch. I politely obliged and took a big whiff of his sweaty crotch before begging him for permission to remove his boxers with my mouth. He permitted me. I did the finest and fastest job of doing so considering the practice I'd had. His cock was a beer can thick 9" member oozing precum. It was covered at the base by a thick growth of the densest public hair I had ever seen. This white man, whoever he was, was the finest specimen of a testosterone filled man I'd ever seen. I quickly started to lick his hairy balls and work my way up to his thick uncut cock. His crotch was pungent. And he was sweaty. Maybe he had worked earlier. It got me even more horned up. I took his cock in my mouth and tried to deep throat it. Gagged. He laughed and pushed me down on it. I choked and gagged for a few minutes before he let go. And then my throat became used to him and I wored his thick dick deep into my throat over and over. "I dont want to cum this way faggot," he said. I knew what he meant. I squirted some lube on my ass and positioned myself on my back. I grabbed a condom and started to open it. He laughed. "I'm gonna breed you raw faggot." With that he forced his thick cock onto my hole. It was too big. I screamed a "No. Condom please." He slapped me hard across the face. So hard it hurt. Angrily. He grabbed my face and chin with his hand and pushed his face into mine. "I will do as I want. And I will fuck your ass raw. Understood?" I started to cry. He spit on his thick cock and forced it in. I screamed in pain and he held his hand over my mouth and pushed my face down as he forced his way into my ass. He was pushing down on my face so much and so hard into the mattress, I could feel the box spring hitting the back of my head. My ass was higher than my face and completely at his disposal. He kept forcing his cock in till he was balls deep. And that's when the rough thrusting began. My screams were muffled by his sheer force and his loud animal grunts as he raped my ass raw. Twenty minutes later I had lost all strength to fight back and he was still strong and powerful destroying my sore ass. The pain was slowly starting to feel good as I knew I would probably never be raped like this by real man ever again. He moved his hand from my mouth to my neck and pulled me up to his hairy pit. I took a big whiff and as soon as I smelled his manliness, my limp dicklet sprung to life. This seemed to please my sexy bear rapist and his thrusts started to get deeper and faster. He kept hitting my prostate and after five more minutes, he had me cummings hands free. I shot all over my chest and face. He smiled and continued to grunt as my hole automatically became tighter after I had just come. It started to hurt more and more. I started to tear up again and whimpered. Finally he announced that he was getting close by grunting loudly and started to deposit volleys after volleys of his baby juice into my ass. I counted thirteen thrusts and volleys. I finally took a deep breath as he pulled out of me. My ass felt empty. He brought his dick close to my face to clean off. I could see pink splooge on it. I knew he had ripped me up good. I lapped up everything that was on his dick as he laughed for some reason. He looked at me handsome as ever and said, "You're such a faggot." As he wore his clothes and I lay there exhausted with my ass sore and bleeding, I said to him, "Thank you Sir."

I've always wanted to create or be a part of a discreet group of guys who can get together and have some fun. I know there are some professionals by day but freaks by night, hoping to be able to create a safe place where we can play and let our freak flag fly. Looking to create a group free from judgment and for everyone. We may not all be into each other, but we are all discreet guys who like to get freaky on occasion. If you are interested or would like to help me create it, drop me a line. Let's discuss particulars and see how we can do this. I know between Lockheed, Florida Hospital, Universal, Disney and Sea World there are some freaks here.

We need to have a gifters/chasers socialsoetime son

I love feeling like a sleazy slut as some anonymous top breeds my hole, especially if he is one of many. I can remember the first time feeling that way was in the much lamented Club New Orleans (my home away from home, god damn I miss that place). I was perched on the edge of the bed in one of those tiny rooms, on all fours crouched low so this somewhat short stocky guy could fuck me. He was probably in his mid fifties, kinda homely with a body that was well muscled but getting a bit soft. Had a fantastic cock though. I like em average and thick. I think I met him at a gloryhole. He took me back to his room. We never talked, just me sucking his meat then bending over. I felt like such a sleaze letting this ugly dude bareback my hole and it felt great. I often wack off thinking about it. Of course gloryholes are great for feeling this way. I am always happy to back my lubed up hole to one and see who will take advantage. One of my favorite memories is of this guy who was fucking me through a gloryhole and all I could see of him was his feet under the partition. He would go up on his toes everytime he thrust. That was so hot to watch! Give me a bottle of poppers and I could spend hours with my ass or face pressed up to a gloryhole. On the flip side one of the best fucks (me as top) I can remember was at a gloryhole in Club Z in Seattle. I fucked some guy with the sweetest hole I have ever had. Have no idea what he looked like. I have a suspicion it might have been this old troll that used to come into the store I worked at cuz he was lurking around the play area the same time I was. Man oh man did his sphincter feel amazing. It really worked my load out. I tried to make it last but that was not an option. Then there is the public sling. Got lots of those stories. Many a man has bred my hole in many a sling. Now that will really make you feel like a cumdump whore. So guys what makes you feel like a sleazy whore? Do you enjoy it? Ever regret it?

WOW! Hot fucking story. Great example of that desire/need in many of us to be knocked up with poz cum. Especially toxic seed! This is how it is for me. Thanks for a realistic, gritty, and hot story!

Fuck. This is a hot story.

My fantasy starts in a bathhouse, in a dark room. There's a bottom on a bench in the center of the room getting fucked raw. I walk up and watch the action, and the top reaches out and strokes my hard cock a few times with his greased hand. He slides out of the bottom and guides me over so I can take a turn fucking and I slide my cock into his well greased hole. There's a few loads already inside, which gets me hot. The other top simply moves to the side and starts rubbing my ass as I slowly fuck the bottom. The top slides his hand down my crack, letting his fingers linger on my hole, which feels good. He slips a finger into my ass, keeping pace with my fucking strokes. As I pull back, he pushes his finger deeper inside me, easing it out as I push into the bottom. Soon one finger becomes two and my pleasure intensifies as I'm fucking myself on his hand as I fuck the bottom. This continues for a few minutes until another top appears and indicates he would like a turn at the bottom. I slide out and move to my left, closer to the guy with his fingers in my hole. As the new guy begins to fuck the bottom on the bench, my top continues working his fingers into my ass and starts stroking my cock. It feels really good to be played with like this, and I reach over and start stroking his cock as well. The guy moves behind me a bit, kissing my shoulder and neck as he works his fingers into me, and I release his cock as it rubs up against my ass cheeks. Within a minute, he's removed his fingers from my hole and his cock is sliding up my crack, up and down, back and forth as he slowly grinds against me. Each time, he goes a little lower, hitting my hole and gliding over it. He pauses at my hole and pushes a bit, then continues up my crack. After a few strokes, I feel pressure on my back as he releases my cock and pushes me to bend forward a bit.. I lean forward and push my ass back against him and position my feet a bit wider. I know what's coming... I'm going to get fucked anonymously. I feel his cock lower down my crack until it hits my hole. By now I'm so horny to be filled I can't stand it. He pushes in, and I relax as I feel my ring spread to admit him. It doesn't slide in despite my pre-lubricating and his previously cum-covered cock. He relaxes, then pushes again, as I bear down and try to let him in. His head slides pass my ring and into my guts. One long, slow push and he's buried inside me. I gasp, breathe deep, and push back until I feel his pubes tickling my cheeks. He's balls deep inside me and I don't even know his name. I wonder if he's Poz, and in the same instant realize that I don't care. I want his cock inside me and I want to feel him cum. I lean forward and my knees touch the bench. I continue to bend forward until my hands are supporting me and my knees slide up onto the bench. I'm side-by-side with the original bottom and taking my place there. My top stays inside during this positioning, and now begins slowly pumping his cock into me. I can't believe I'm a dark room bottom, taking anon raw cock. I feel so humiliated, and yet so alive at the same time. All I can focus on is satisfying the cock inside me. He builds up speed and tempo, really fucking me now. It feels amazing. He continues to fuck my ass and I feel a change in rhythm as he speeds up, shortens his strokes, and buries himself deep inside my ass. I'm getting bred. A stranger's unloading his cum inside me and it feels amazing. A few grunts, a few more deep strokes, and he pulls out of my ass. I feel wet, knowing that he left his load inside my hole. God, that felt amazing. I relax and breathe deeply, basking in the afterglow and get ready to get up and move along. And in an instant, there's hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. I look back and see that there's someone else behind me, and before I know it, another cock is sliding into my hole. Crap. What did i get myself into? As I debate on if I want to continue this, the cock continues to slide into me. Too late now, might as well keep on going... What a night. After my fourth anonymous cock and load, I got up and headed to the bathroom. I needed a shower, as I had cum leaking from my ass, down my balls and thighs, and was a mess. It's amazing and I can't wait for my next time.

I certainly hope you're right. I love getting fucked with a PA.

Have you changed brands of poppers. they are all not the same. I've never blacked out except for a few seconds. I wish I would. Those scenes you decsribed are really hot. Love being used by men over and over.

I love being a slutty whore and doing the nastiest things; taking every cock, cumload, getting drenched in piss, having total strangers use my body. I embrace it, i'm not ashamed to be a slut!

that's a hot encounter

I proudly claim to be a slut. I am a confirmed cumslut. Since I tested poz, I have taken every cock offered. Even with a lifetime of queer sex in my history, being a slut for POZ cock is the best sex I have very encountered.

Don't doubt at all. Be fucked raw and take loads. You'll love it.

Last night in 2 bars in GC where I am on vacation. First I was in construction I think it was called. I decided to kneel on a fuck seat arse up head lower down. There was about 2 rows of 4. I had not been in it long and I had a dick just slide right up my Arse on the left of me I could see other bottoms also getting fucked. My poppers kicked in big time and sometimes when you inhale too much you get disorientated and dizzy and completely out of control well that is where I was so out of it. I was repeatedly getting fucked non stop by different blokes. I could not even stand to get up as I was out of it and cock after cock was sliding in me and grunting away.I have no idea how many fucked me. But as I was coming down. I moved away as I had bad leg cramps lol. I walked around a little dizzy at first. Just bending over for any guy that bent me over and got fucked by them. I later got dressed t shirt shorts.and went to the Box. I loved this place last year. Older guys types. I pushed myself into the busy corner to suck a hot daddy types cock and suck and chew his nipples after a small time I felt someone pulling at my shorts and fingering me or trying to. He said something in German. I didn't understand but yhe daddy type asked me if I had been recently fucked. I said yes. He translated to his bloke and said to me that I have a wet cum patch in my shorts that is what this guy was asking. I stepped out of my shorts and tucked them in my t shirt collar. The German guy was fingering my arse and licking his fingers. He then rimmed me. The daddy type I was sucking was rock hard in my throat. Feeding me poppers. I was well away and then felt the blokes cock slide right up me without any problems I was well cummed lube up.it was smelly. Poppers and seedy but I pushed back onto thst dick so much. He fucked me good and when he pulled out I felt cum hit the back of my legs then another one was up me. I was the only one in thst corner getting fucked. I loved it. I must have taken so many loads in the night. I list count and had used two bottles of poppers. This morning in toI let. I was shitting cum. I am convinced to a degree but definitely could smell it. GoT my eye on 2 bearded daddy types in my hotel as I'm writing this from my sunbed. Hope that comes off. They seem interested. I love being here in GC .

Met up with another guy from grindr who said he was 37 but ended up being 42, no biggie cause I knew he would know what he was doing, and boy was I right! Started fucking him doggy style with a condom on but then moved him so he was riding me. Took turns with him riding me and me deep fucking up into him and it got so hard the condom broke. I told him and he said he hoped that would happen cause he was wanting my load. I was more than happy to keep pounding away at his tight hole and a few minutes later with one finally balls deep thrust I shot a huge load up his ass. I stayed rock hard and cum-fucked him for 15 more minutes, giving him another smaller load before pulling out to see my cum dripping down and all over his bed under his hole. Such a hot fuck, hopefully I'll see him again soon!

Taking the cum is the reason why I bottom in the first place.

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.

You bet it way a guy in Manchester we had been chatting for 3 years god i wanted TopBloke huge cock but he only played raw .I had been buying BB porn and a so wanted some cock in my ass and you try finding guys that play safe in the leather fisting club world it was hard to get fisted and i knew i wanted fucking i have always had well hung fuck buddy's so one sat in spring i saw Norman on line and asked if i could go see him i set off and the should i or should i stay safe no i have wanted this for a very long time . so when i got to the meeting point he was there and he came over asked if i had changed my mind i said now and i would flowed him back we talked for a long time he made me feel very comfortable he said well i am going to shave so he got naked and he was very smooth not a hair as he shaved i striped we sat there naked he asked if i wanted a tide up i said i like the look you have nice he said i love shaving guys smooth like me he started my cock got rock hard as he worked mm your liking this i see he was getting the same god it was big we licked sucked rimmed he got a few lines out it was the first time in years that my cock had been played with any thing like he was and i with him he was so big his didn't fit in my mouth by thenas he put me on my knees he said you can say stop if you want well he could see by my cock that all i wanted was to feel him push that uge cock in me and as thew head touched my ring the feeling was mind blowing and when he had all of it deep inside me it was just the best feeling in the world when we made it to the sling i could see him and his huge raw cock fucking me we were at for 10 hours the best sex i had had for years i had picked a realy nice guy and we fucked all the time and became the very best of friends till he very saddlery past away the weekend after that the leather club had a house in Derbyshire for all the guys to go to and there was a guy i had fanced for years but he had been told that i was not on offer to him but this weekend i was been a tart i only had my 20 hole DM Boots and Chaps my cock just stood proud ion show later i saw Kev had taken his jock off and was the same as every one went playing Kevin came into the room i was in just the 2 of us then as he walked over his cock just put on the best show it could as had miune he took hole of my cock and started to play he could see i was well up for it we went out in the woods it was very horny he rolled me saying he had waited years for this so he was going to show me how real men fuck h pushed his raw cock in and god it was good and fuck did he know how to use it you have my big raw cock in your ass he said i said about time the look on his face was better than mine i knew he would be good we swapped numbers on Sunday lunch and he said i didn't cum in you you know i said i thought you did i said no i know you play safe well i knew i was never going to play safe again so Monday after work i rang him and said can i come over i want you to breed me get your ass over if your sure i went he opened the door in his chaps rock hard cock and hes cock was in my hole and he took 2 mins to pump out his first load of seed and over the next 12 hours i load after load and lots of piss to drink we fuck like pigs still as we are to twisted guys that do what turns us on and have tried lots if we don't like we don't do it gain but you will find us in a sex club cocks out and fucking in as public spot as we can pics are of TOPBLOKE the first guy to bareback my ass I have never looked back i love it raw

Since I got knocked up last year, I have had a revolving door experience with gono. Seems as if it just likes hanging out at my place. I have had three different infections (twice from same cock). Additionally, I have had it in throat (active) cock (active) and ass (cleared up). What can I say----I like sex and have a lot of variety. I do not take HIV medications and usually just state that I have had no real health issues as a result of converting. But the ease at which I get gono now seems to be a clue that my immune system has been compromised. Have shot my gono load down a few throats at ABS. I have also rimmed my fair share of sweet asses while dealing with the throat stuff from time to time. But, the anal stuff never had any symptoms. The throat stuff is real....I can feel it and see it with the right gear. And the pus oozing from my cock at times is a good reminder my meat is infected. But, have not even had even an itch to say that my funhole has joined the gono team.

"bbfarm" fuckin hot experience bro ! I luv military cocks n loads ! I am really into anon G/H fucks I will back me cum n piss hungry hole up to any G/H anytime anywhere n take any/all cocks n loads

I was recently in eastern Europe, went into this sleezy club ran by russians. Let strangers fuck me while bf was next to me getting fucked with condom, I realized the guy fucking me bare is pulling out and going in my bf raw. He never does this. Then the guy comes in me, thankfully. I love to walk home with that squishy wet feeling.

I love the cheating aspect of this story. Just think about the stranger's poz load infecting the other boyfriend, too, without him having a clue!

I love to get loads in my ass through a GH

hot I was stealth seeded at Lowes by hot skate looking jock

I was on the way to Asia and layover at ICN airport for 6 hours. There was no luck on grindr, as well as not much action in the restroom. i got horned up watching guys at the urinal, was hoping to see someone with a hard cock but no luck. thus, i lubed myself in a stall and played with my dildo. Finally someone sent "hi" on grindr. No face pic but the stats was attractive. White, 35, 6'2, 190, hairy. He said he has 2 hours layover, looking for a bj. We met at a gate where there was no one around. He came by with Starbucks coffee in his hand, we sat and chatted. I could see a tent in his pants and i touched it. He asked if i want to suck it and i nodded. We went to the nearby restroom. I sneaked in his stall when it was not crowded. He was sitting on the toilet seat and wanted me to sit on him face to face. He pulled my head closer and start kissing me, his tongue eagerly slide passed between my lips and started teasing my tongue. Without wasting much time, i unzipped his pants and cup my mouth on his semi hard cock and suck it. it took few seconds to feel his cock grew to full erection in my mouth, bout 8", leaking some precum. He guided me to stand up and turned me around, push my back forward indicating me to bend over. Before I know it, his tongue and lips are on my ass, licking and rimming it. i wanted to moan but i had to be quiet. It wasnt long that he put his warm hands on my hips and pull me towards him and i knew what he wanted next. I lowered my body and let him entered slowly. He drilled me with my back facing him so that he can watch his cock sliding in and out of my smooth hole. Then he turned me 90 degree, sitting sideway, moving up and down about half way or slightly more i assume as 8" is a bit big for my tight hole, suddenly, he pulled out. His body language indicated that i should sit in the face to face position. i stood over him and lowered my body, let him slide up inside me but his hands around my waist has pushed me down while he thrust his cock deep inside me, all the way in. Long stroke, all the way in and slowly pull out, few thrusts all the way in, pulled out and thrust back in, i felt the urge to cum and shot up on his chest and sat all the way down on his cock. He was holding me and grinding and whispering "baby" while kissing my neck, ear, mouth and when he continued calling me "baby" with heavy breath, i knew he has sprayed his babies up in my ass. I stood up, his cum squirt out of my ass and dripped into the toilet bowl. We both grin, cleaned up and left.

About 20 minutes ago. My bf and I have been together for 6 months and we still use condoms. My roommate is in Texas all week so tonight I vaped a little for the first time in a month and got SO horny (I still am). I downloaded Grindr thinking I'd just chat with a guy, swap some pics and rub one or two out but I'm like animalistic horny... One of the guys I was chatting with had a nice built body, barely any hair and was 23. Said he wanted to get his cock sucked, he was only like 10 blocks away so I told him to come over. When he got here he was rock hard before coming through the front door. He pulled his cock out over the waistband of his sweats as soon as we got to my room. Beautiful, thick, milky white young dick on this guy. Around the same length as mine (7.5) but thicker. I had it down my throat in no time. When I would suck his balls he would squirm and push my head back down and slam his red cockhead into my throat. I got him undressed between breaths and I sat him on the bed and took my shirt off and started rubbing my cock through my shorts while I was crouched down in front of him. He was loving it, leaking like a faucet and I couldn't get enough. He bent down and started rubbing my lower back and reached under my shorts to grab my ass. At this point I wanted his dick in me, all my reservations were gone and I didn't give a fuck. After he started playing with my asshole as I licked his balls, I asked if he wanted to fuck me. He said yes obviously and I moved up onto the bed while he slipped my shorts off of me. I was on my back, and he ate my ass for a whole minute before moving up and teasing my hole with his drenched cock. He tapped it on my hole a few times and I thought to myself "here comes the condom talk" but as the thought finished I felt him pushing against my smooth wet hole. He got about two inches in (this is honestly a random guess but I felt it for sure) and asked if I had lube. I reached behind the mug on the shelf next to my bed and squirted some into his hand. He wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly pulled out, lubing it up, and fucking it back in bit by bit, over and over. As soon as he was lubed up he pushed in, stretched my hole out and bottomed out in a swift 20 seconds. I jumped and felt his amazing veiny cock fill my ass up and I squeezed my ass around it as he slowly slipped it back out. He had my legs spread out and held my hips while he fucked me for a good 10 minutes, slowed down when we kissed, and totally opened me up until he asked "Where should I cum?" I told him "just keep going" and grabbed his lil round muscle ass and pulled him close as he pushed into me. He thrusted in and out about 5 more times, me pushing back and squeezing trying to milk his load, before he pushed in and started spazzing, pushed deeper than he had the whole time and pulled a little out, thrusted back deep like a piston over and over and blew his load up in my ass. I barely touched my own cock while he was cumming and started to cum almost instantly, it felt SO GOOD taking my first load in over 6 months. I'm still horny and my ass is still hungry. I'm going to smoke a little more and see if I can find someone half as hot as him for another round. I'll keep y'all updated

I helped a young handsome Asian man buy a house recently. After we finished the close, we stood outside talking. He sort of smiled and said, "So I know you're gay. You may not know, but I am bi. I like older daddies like you and wonder if you might like to have some fun sometime. I did not say anything before because I knew we were in a professional situation, so.. what do you think?" I looked at him, all 5'11" of him - he's 28, Thai/Chinese descent and just a super nice man. I smiled and said "I think we should go somewhere and celebrate that new home." And I handed him the package of keys to his new house. "Let's go check out the house?" I nodded and we took off. When we got to the house, we locked the doors, went straight to the master Bedroom where there is a built in bench in the dressing room. I sat on it and he was already naked form the waist down by the time I got there! I took his thick 7" dick in my hand; rock hard like a piece of steel. I licked under the foreskin and put it in my mouth. He groaned and fucked my mouth holding my head. I sucked his cock and licked his balls for about ten minutes,,, he was reaching down the back of my pants and fingered the crack of my ass. I got up, dropped trou and bent over the bench. He spat a couple of times on my hole and gently pushed his rod all the way up my ass. We both moaned and I thought I was going to cum right then and there. He pumped me slowly and deeply like he had been my lover before. Its exactly the way I like it. Finally he pushed my head down a bit, and held it down and got a little more aggressive and pumped my hole. "Fuck it! FUCK IT!! here it comes...!" and unloaded like a fucking firehose. I love young athletic men. I came all over the bench moments later without even touching myself. He pulled out and pulled me up and kissed me on the mouth. I bet I get a referral or two out of this...

He can call it anything he likes as long as he leaves me dripping hot cum, preferably multiple loads.

I'll be hosting and looking for nasty uninhibited playmates.

I've been on and off meds for 18 years partly because of the fucked up medical system we have in this country. P.S. Veteran here and its still fucked up..My VL has gone all over the place. Complera has kept me stable at un detectable for quite a long time. Undetectable and getting treatment is the new "safe sex". The reality is that someone getting regular treatment from a doctor is waaaay safer than some asshole who claims to be "neg" on some stupid Internet hookup site. Plus getting tested for a bunch of other STDs every 3 months. The ONLY benefit that I see to being "poz" is that bareback sex is implied. I LOVE bareback sex! It's the most intimate thing that we can do to each other!!! I have sailed into the harbor of being rejected by un educated assholes who treated me like I was a leper. fuck those guys...The deepest pit in hell will not even compare to what they will face when they become a "member of the club". For you guys who are are chasing....be careful of what you wish for!! I will fuck a neg guy and cum deep inside your butt hole, and I don't give a fuck if the the get "the gift" or not (probably not cuz I'm UD). It's fun to fantasize about it and it is certainly is the ultimate commitment to get "pozzed" ...and sure you belong to the club.....but this club has few benefits. Once again Tiger you have posed an interesting and compelling question. I admire how you juxtapose the world between fantasy and where the "real world" comes crashing in. Devoted fan, M

Trust me I'm going to be there...

My Name is Mikey – CHPT 5 - Glory Hole Beat Down: Harold’s cum was still leaking out of my well-fucked ass when the sun began to peak over the horizon marking the start of a new day at ROXIES ADULT VIDEOS. The roar of traffic on the interstate was increasing, the sound of bugs was in the hot Louisiana air, and all I could do was stare in wonder at the man laying beside me. Harold and I had spent the entire night on the roof, talking, fucking, exploring each other. I loved the feel of his Mohawk, his beard, his body, and most of all, his hot dick, and relished the smell of his sweat and funk embedded in my nostrils. I could not fathom everything I was feeling physically and emotionally and had a hard time concentrating, but I knew I had to have more of his dick, so I reached over and gently began to stroke his long, black shaft. Harold’s dick instantly responded and began to grow, he moaned a little, and while part of me didn’t want to wake him up, my need was too strong. I scooted down, draped my body across his stomach, leaned forward and began sucking on his dick. Harold’s hand on the back of my head let me know he was awake and after a few seconds he said, “Morning beautiful. DAMN, that feels good. Let me up a sec will you though?” I sighed in disappointment, sat up, and watched as Harold yawned, stretched, stood up, and stretched again, his dick now like a massive weather vain turning in the morning sun. “I got to piss real bad beautiful,” Harold said, “Otherwise, ain’t no way I can fuck that pretty sissy cunt of yours. So what do you say? Help me out here?” I was not sure what he meant and before I could ask, Harold bent down, found a half-smoked joint, lit it, hit it a couple times, handed it to me, then when I handed it back he stepped closer to me, placed his right hand against the side of my head and said, “Just open your mouth beautiful and let me ease back into your throat, then swallow for me, alright?” I was eager to suck his dick again and anxiously obliged. As Harold’s dick hit the back of my throat I started swallowing, his left hand grabbed the other side of my face and he angled his dick a little as my throat and tongue spasmed from being so full. Harold let me choke a minute, then as I settled down he gripped my head hard, pushed his hips forward, and pushed past my gag reflex just as he started to let out a hot stream of piss. I was surprised and disgusted and would have backed off, but Harold had my head held tight so I swallowed as best I could, but frankly there was little need as he was embedded in my throat and the piss had a pretty straight shot right to my gut. My stomach turned, my throat clenched, and the piss kept coming. When the stream finally became a slow trickle, Harold eased his dick out a little and said, “Taste it beautiful. I want you to taste all of me, feel all of me, take all of me.” His piss tasted like rotten meat that was way too salty and I felt like I was going to puke. “Thank you beautiful, I needed that. Looks like I got another problem now,” Harold chuckled. I laid back on the mattress, lifted my legs back, grabbed my ankles, and offered Harold my wet ass and watched in wonder as his mammoth dick got closer and closer and then all I could see was Harold’s face as he leaned over me, pushing my legs back as far as he could, before plunging into my ass. Even though he had opened me up it was still painful having such a big dick, but I wanted him desperately and I flung my hands up, clinging to his back, trying to pull him into me deeper. The smile of joy and pleasure shone in Harold’s eyes as he looked into mine while he pistoned my hole – that is until the voice of an intruder interrupted our bliss. “Fucking Christ, you know Curtis is going bat shit down there about you two?” I turned my head and there was AJ, his head poking up through the roof hatch, a look of frustration across his face. “Good thing I remembered you were a crazy fuck who liked to sleep up here sometimes,” AJ continued on, “Otherwise he would be calling the fucking Sherriff right now to hunt your black ass down.” As AJ hoisted himself up the final rungs and onto the roof, Harold growled, yanked his dick out of my ass and began to mumble under his breath. AJ continued blabbering and I didn’t understand why Harold did not just tell him to go away and felt hurt as Harold quickly packed up his bag, threw on his overalls and went down the ladder, leaving me alone with AJ on the roof. I pulled the stained sheet over my body and watched as AJ came closer, stripping as he did, his long dick bouncing. “It’s about fucking time,” he said, “Everyone else has been up in that ass like they want but me, come on. Look at this fucking dick? I got a boner that won’t die. Give me that ass.” I rolled over to get further away and said, “NO!” making AJ stop, stare, then smile. “Oh you don’t mean that. I know all about what a sissy cunt you have been so far and it’s only been like what, a day, two days? SHIT! Come on now, if you don’t, I’ll tell Curtis.” Well I didn’t want AJ fucking me, but him telling Curtis would be worse, so I meekly nodded, and got back on the mattress. AJ was close to my age, cute, skinny, and a nice big dick like Curtis’ and he was right, he was hard. “Get doggy for me, I like that,” AJ said. I didn’t know what he meant, so once he explained, I got on my hands and knees, he fingered my ass a bit, which I did not like, then drove his dick into my hole as he kept talking. “So let me guess,” AJ said like he was carrying on a casual conversation and not fucking me, “Harold my man ended every sentence by saying you’re beautiful or some stupid shit? Dude ain’t right in the head. Don’t think you’re special. He says that to any white pussy within 10 feet. Harold only likes coffee and cream and white chicks love that shit.” I didn’t understand or respond, AJ sighed, “Fuck man, where the fuck you been, under a rock? Anyways, he likes interracial, black on white shit, you know? He won’t fuck with sistas – me I don’t give a fuck. – and let me tell you, I have seen him bang on some waddy skanky white pussy in the booths. Shit even I would not touch, and the whole time he is dicking them you can hear him calling them beautiful this and beautiful that, like God damn dude, just shut up and beat their pussy!” I realized then AJ was a “Chatty Kathy” and all the fucking talk was very distracting from the dick in my ass. Was he like this when he fucked other guys? I didn’t even know when he shot his load as one minute he is talking and fucking and the next he is done and getting dressed. “Come on now, Curtis is waiting.” I followed AJ to the roof hatch, tossed the sheet to the bottom, climbed down, picked it up and wrapped it around me and stepped out into Curtis’ office. AJ gave me a quick wink and quickly left, closing the office door hard behind him. Curtis leaned back in his chair, his eyes focused, smoke circling his head, and I watched unsure what to do as he picked up a glass pipe, set a flame to the little bowl, inhaled the smoke, and seemed to relax. While still holding the smoke in, Curtis motioned me over, pulled me close, stood up, covered my mouth with his and exhaled. I gulped, gasped, and coughed and he laughed. “Breathe in next time,” he snarled, and twice more Curtis set the flame to his pipe, and blew the smoke in my mouth, then he handed me the pipe and told me what to do. Several hits later I was feeling really strange, Curtis laughed and said, “I told you I expect you to be high, drunk, or doped out on your medicine. Now for two out of three.” He set the glass pipe down, pulled out his leather case, calmly filled a syringe, and I sat and obediently held out my arm. Curtis smiled as he injected me with my medicine and this time was different as it felt much more intense almost immediately and the room spun wildly. Without thinking I held out my right arm for his other syringe, which made Curtis hiss in a low voice edged with satisfaction, “Yesss, sissy cunt. Yesss.” Once Curtis had given me the second syringe, I swayed as I stood up, and bent over his dick, offering my ass as I fought to stay steady. “FUCK SISSY CUNT YOU LEARN QUICK, OR YOU JUST TRYING TO MAKE SURE I DON’T BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOU FOR DISAPPEARING ALL NIGHT? YOU SENT ME HOME WITH BLUE BALLS BITCH, TIME TO GET THAT CUNT WORKED. NO NEED FOR LUBE I KNOW, I CAN SMELL MY MAN’S CUM ALREADY FLOWING OUT OF YOU – DAMN SISSY.” My eyes were closed, my face was on the cool top of the desk as Curtis slammed his big dick into my ass and the cum Harold and AJ had deposited up there squirted out and lubed the way for him. I could hear Curtis’ voice like a low grind in the background and knew he was fucking me, but at the same time could not feel it. Damn, I was fucked up and high. I then felt Curtis wrap something around my neck and felt him pull hard – it was a belt, “PUSH THAT SISSY CUNT OUT FOR THIS NUTT, PUSH IT OUT – THAT’S IT – THAT’S IT – OH SHIT – PUSH IT OUT – TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT SISSY, TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT – TAKE…..” All I could mumble was thank you, thank you, thank you, as Curtis gave me his morning load as the belt tightened around my neck, and spit ran down the sides of my mouth. The belt dropped, my hole felt cool, strong hands grabbed me and I was then as pushed face down onto the mattress in Harold’s room. “You like this sissy cunt,” Curtis was asking as he was on my back, grinding his still hard dick around in my cum filled ass, “I know you do, yes you do. Fuck you sloppy, and nothing better than rape fucking a sissy, hmm….yes…think I need to plan a gang rape for you, not those little fucker dicks in the theater, no, a true gang of brothas who will tear you up sissy, oh yes, tear you up.” I think I passed out or fell asleep then and don’t remember. I think Curtis gave me another shot while I was still laying there, it’s still unclear, but the next thing I remember is being scared awake by someone standing over me, naked, with nothing on but a fucking Ronald Reagan mask. “DAMN! You should see your face right now,” AJ laughed as he peeled the mask back and knelt down beside me, “Here, I know Curtis says you are not supposed to eat nothing, but I was over at Stuckey’s, had a regular text me and fed him some dick, anyways, here, finish up this bit of sandwich. I’ll look out for you man. Don’t worry.” I felt really foggy, but my hunger pains were sharp, so I eagerly ate the bit of sandwich AJ gave me. He then handed me one of the water bottles Curtis had left, then asked, “Can I taste your ass? Please man? I know Curtis fucked you in his office, Christ could hear you both in the hall, it’s been so long since I tasted his cum, come on man, please?” I shrugged, rolled over, and AJ started lapping and slurping on my dirty hole, then he rolled me over, lay on me, and starting kissing me, feeding me chunks of cum and ass juice from my breedings and moaning and grinding against me. “You a nasty freak huh?” AJ asked as he banged his now hard dick against me, “Come on, Curtis wants you in the booths but fuck, you got me worked up again. Shit, later then. Damn what’s wrong with you? Hello, you there?” I felt all spacey and just closed my eyes and sort of drifted off, but mumbled, “Where’s Harold?” I awoke to a hot prick in my arm and AJ was kneeling beside me grinning from ear to ear, “This shit will get you right up Curtis says, feel it yet, come on.” He was dressed now and as my head became clearer I tried to find something to put on, but AJ grabbed my wrist, dragged me through the bathroom, Curtis’ office, and out the hallway with the video booths. We stopped at the booth closest to Curtis’ office and Curtis was standing there, waiting. He nodded to AJ who let go of my wrist and stepped behind him, then Curtis leaned in, kissed me, and asked, “What’s your name?” My head was clear enough to sense the danger and I replied, “I’m a sissy cunt.” Curtis smiled and asked, “I will assume the answer to my question is NO, so I won’t even bother asking, but let me explain. My booths have holes in the walls between them, they are called glory holes. Why, who the fuck knows, does not matter. This booth here is when we have something special to offer, like a sissy cunt like you. You are going to go in there and stand with your ass against the hole, understand? Watch whatever movie you want, you don’t need tokens, this booth is special as the videos play all the time. There’s a few joints and other shit on the chair, and I will be watching you on the cameras - well a couple of them – that are in there. One shows the whole booth, the other is on the floor looking up to the hole to catch all the action.” I was not completely sure what Curtis was meaning, but just nodded and listened as he went on, “When a customer comes into the booth next to you, bend your ass over, press it hard against the wall, and let them fuck you until they are done. That’s it. You’re like a fucking stupid sheep, damn, understand? Good. You don’t talk, you don’t ask questions, you don’t look at them, you are just a fucking hole for any dick to use – a true sissy cunt. Get in there and AJ won’t shut the fuck up about wanting to fuck you, so I will let him go first and that’s the only lube you are going to get, so you better milk that dick of his good.” I walked into the video booth, looked around, could barely hear the volume of the movie playing and looked for the volume control as Curtis closed the door and then to my surprise slid a latch and padlock into place on the outside of the door locking me in. I suddenly realized how funky and nasty I smelled and all my senses seemed super heightened, but what could I do about it? I picked up a joint off the chair, lit it, hit it like they had taught me and waited. Suddenly someone was banging on the wall behind me that had the hole it. I turned, looked and AJ’s face was peaking at me through the hole. “Fuck, what you doing? Gimme that ass, you know I’m ready.” I set the joint in the ashtray, backed my ass up to the hole, felt the wood edges against my skin and waited. Soon AJ’s dick was pushing between my cheeks trying to find my hole, but it was like shooting in the dark. I bent forward a little, reached back, grabbed his dick, and guided him to my waiting ass. I think that joint was laced with something because I suddenly felt flush and horned as hell and as soon as AJ’s dick was near my hole I pushed back on it as hard as I could. We both gasped, him in surprise, me in ecstasy, as his dick curved in and arched up to stroke my gut walls. I ground my hips, pushed back further, begging him to fuck me deeper. AJ was literally banging his fists on the wall and telling me how good it felt. Fuck, once again I realized I wished he would just shut up and fuck and not talk so damn much. This time when he got close his voice got louder, “I’m getting ready to shoot – fuck yeah – ease off just a little so the camera gets the money shot – oh shit – tease my head – TEASE MY FUCKING HEAD – TEASE MY – FUCK – CUMMING – CUMMING – FUCK…. NO..NO.NOOO.NOOOOOO.” Just as he had started to shoot I had pulled all the way off so that all the camera got was his dick twitching in thin air, drops of nutt spraying out. I had to laugh as I knew he felt cheated, but then I turned back around and slammed back on his spurting dick, ensuring the rest of his load went as deep as possible and clenched my ass as tight as I could to milk every drop. After AJ’s dick softened and pulled out, I stepped away from the wall, relit the joint, and waited, occasionally fingering my hole to taste the last load and wondering who would be next. Most of the dicks that came through the glory hole were nothing all that impressive and I kept thinking about Harold, wondering where he was and if he was missing me like I was missing him. I had taken several loads when the door unlocked, Curtis stepped in, fingered my cummy ass, smiled, gave me another shot, wiped off the cum that had covered the camera lens on the floor, and left me to take care of the next raw dick. The mix of porn on the video screen, the shit I was smoking, raw dick up my ass breeding me, hunger, the shot – between it all I was fucked up as shit and loving it, and wanted nothing more than another dick to fuck me. One or two guys tried to talk to me through the hole, but AJ was in the hall monitoring the action and would bang on their door. I lost track of time and was getting bored when the next dick that pushed through the hole made me stop and stare. At first I thought it might be Harold because it was so big, but this one was cut, the skin lighter, totally shaved, and had a weird downward curve. I grabbed this dick, feeling it’s weight and warmth, and eagerly bent over knowing I would enjoy this one. It was difficult to get in my hole at first due to the curve, but once I held it in the middle and backed up on it, it POPPED right in and then after I let go and the curve bounced back, it made me cry out a bit as it really stretched my guts. I tried bending my knees a bit, angling to the side, nothing made it more comfortable, but the guy fucking me seemed to be enjoying himself as his moans and groans became louder and then he stopped, pulled all the way out, and I heard him whisper, “Hey, push your hole as close to the wall as you can. I want to slam you, can you take that? Brace yourself or something, I’m close.” I did as the guy asked, shoved my ass tight against the hole, then reached back, spread my cheeks apart, and pushed back more. I then reached out with my left hand and braced myself against the door jam and waited. The big, curved dick tried to push its way in, but it felt like it was almost doubled over, but with a little twist of my ass it SLAMMED through my ring and I would have jumped right off if I had not been braced against the door. The guy on the other side of the wall was almost yelling now, “STAY RIGHT LIKE THAT – FUCK – JUST LIKE THAT – LET ME CLIMB UP IN THOSE GUTZ – BUST THAT HOLE OPEN – LET ME BUST IT OPEN.” He now started pulling all the way out and slamming back in, popping my ass ring each time before his dick expanded inside me and then pulled back out. My head spun, my guts cramped, but I held on and stayed right where I was at. I was suddenly overwhelmed with humiliation, guilt, embarrassment, missing Harold, and more that I could not quite understand, but my body stayed frozen like that until streams of hot cum and more were running down my leg and the emptiness told me he had finished. The padlock turned, the door slowly opened, and Curtis stepped in with a big smile followed by a short, light skinned black guy who was older than Curtis, mini dreads on his head, freckles, and he too was smiling as he said, “I just had to meet the sissy cunt that could take me like that. Curtis here says you will be around here for a while, yes? Oh I’ll be back, and next time will bring my boys as we like nothing better than converting a nice youngin.” I was not sure what he meant, but smiled, he and Curtis left, I lit up the joint, and waited, trying to drown all my feelings in smoke. A while later, AJ let me out, led me back to my room, but I told him I really had to go, and so after a long stop at the bathroom, I finally got to lay back on the bed. Once AJ left and locked the door, I grabbed a pair of Harold’s dirty overalls from the pile, took a long sniff, and held them tight as I laid on the mattress and waited for him to come back. Harold didn’t return, and when I awoke, I smoked a little then decided to see what was in the fridge to drink as I wanted something more than water. I opened the fridge and there on the top shelf was a piece of paper with the word BEAUTIFUL on the front, taped to a small box. I took the paper, opened it, and it was note from Harold that said, “Hey beautiful. Sorry I can’t be there right now, but Curtis needs me to take care of some business and I will be away for a while. Be good, do what he says, and until I get back, please take care of these for me. – Your Man.” I opened the blue box the note was taped to and there were Harold’s big diamond stud earrings. I set them and the note back in the fridge and wondered what was going on and realized he probably got sent away because Curtis did not like us being together. Well, I would be a good sissy cunt so Harold could come back, no matter what. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 6: Truck Stop Window Shopping and Conversion Party **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

Hell yeah.

Holy fucking shit! That story made me shoot my load in record time! Fucking hot!!

If I cant get it in my ass, then I want it in my mouth! I can definitely feel it, but I don't take the cock deep when they shoot (I always ask that they tell me when they cum though). I usually pull back until just the head is inside my mouth, and I brace my tongue under their glans. I can feel it spasming in my hand and across my tongue as they fill my mouth. I don't like deepthroating when they cum because I love tasting the cum! That's the best part!

Northern California is best if your poz to get the help you need for the lifestyle we live

Just take a bottle of water to the dunes and you're set for the day. I sit under the palm trees with my titclamps on and raw dads come with massive cocks and huge loads for my ass .. sometimes 2 or 3 guys at a time :-D