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Last summer, my boy and I took a vacation to Europe together. It was one of those packages, seeing a different city every day for a week and a half before flying home. We thought it would be exhilarating, but it turned out to be exhausting. When passing through Berlin, we decided to separate from the group and see the gay neighborhood. I had sort of hoped we’d get up to some naughty fun so I brought a small tube of lube and condoms in my shirt pocket, just in case. I bet there was a place where I could fuck him, safely, with maybe a few strangers watching. The very idea got my cock stirring. We fuck bare in private, but I didn’t want any strangers to think my boy was a slut who took all loads… We wound up in a two-level club with a sign proclaiming CRUISING BASEMENT. The street level bar looked like a normal bar, except with flat screen televisions playing bareback porn. There was a set of stairs at the back of the bar down to what must have been the cruising area. We were both kind of nervous being there, with nothing like that in our hometown, or even in most big cities in America for that matter. We quickly downed two large beers each in quick succession. We joked about exploring downstairs and seeing what trouble we could get into. Maybe some beers would help ease our angst and loosen us up a bit. My boy asked the bartender where the restroom was, and he gestured with a wink to the dark staircase. I knew he had to take a piss and he got up to head downstairs as I ordered another beer. A few minutes went by. Then a few minutes more passed. I was halfway through my beer and needed to take a piss myself. I gulped down the rest of my drink, paid our tab, grabbed my boy’s untouched beer and headed to find him. I found the bathroom, surprisingly clean and well-lit. No sign of my boy. I took a piss into a stainless steel trough urinal, holding my boy’s beer with one hand and my streaming cock in the other. I felt someone come up behind me, and press his crotch into my ass. I melted into him as he reached around and shook the last droplets from my dick. He pulled way, knelt down and took me into his mouth, moaning as he deep-throated me, occasionally holding up a bottle of poppers to huff. I like good head as much as anyone, but I was worried about my boy. I pulled the guy off my now-wet dick and backed out of the bathroom. The guy stayed on his knees grinning at me as I headed into the darkness to rescue my boy if he needed rescuing or to join in some raunchy, hopefully safe fun. In the darkness, I followed the sound of whispers and groans down a short hallway where I found my boy in an open doorway, leaning out and moaning, with his eyes closed. I reached out to feel his chest. His shirt was pulled up behind his neck. He clenched his eyes and I ran my hand down to his crotch. It was so dark that I could barely see that his pants were at his ankles, and someone was eating his ass. I grabbed my boy’s hard cock and he swatted my hand away. I cleared my throat and he opened his eyes. He reached out to me and wrapped his arms around my neck, supporting his weight as the stranger worked his ass. My boy whispered, or rather hissed into my ear "Is it okay if he fucks me?" I murmured approval, extracted the condom from my pocket, and handed it to the top who stood up and started slapping his sizeable dick against my boy’s wet ass crack. Of course I expected him to pull on the condom, but instead he scoffed and threw it to the dirty ground, pushed my boy’s back down so it was parallel to the floor, and his ass arched up. My boy grabbed onto my waist with both arms as the stranger lurched forward. My boy yelped and I knew the top had entered him raw. Just then the guy who had briefly blown me in the bathroom stepped out of the darkness and held his bottle of poppers under my boy’s nostrils. My boy huffed deep and held his breath. Had I been thinking clearly, I might have tried to stop it, but I was honestly too turned on. The top pounding my boy’s raw ass went at it for about thirty seconds, only to mutter "Too tight. Gonna make me breed him too soon." Then giving a disapproving grimace he pulled out and disappeared into the shadows. My boy was dizzy from the experience. I grasped both of his hands and led him towards a deep bench against a wall. I sat down and he collapsed, face first into my lap, thinking he would take a quick nap, but I was wrong. He shimmied my pants down and swallowed my hard dripping cock to the root. I was still wet with the poppers guy’s spit. I knew there were other guys around. I could hear them whispering, and kissing, and sucking, and fucking. Knowing that at least some of them were watching really got me hot. The guy with the poppers had followed us and knelt down behind my boy, diving into his freshly-fucked ass with his tongue. My boy moaned on my dick. The guy lapped away for a few moments and then crouched down behind him. From my place on the bench, I watched as his aimed his raw cock into my boy’s willing ass. My boy squealed as he took another raw anal assault. The poppers guy took a huff and then leaned over my boy, making him do the same, and then offering them to me. I took the bottle and inhaled very deeply as the poppers guy's pace picked up only to halt. I knew he was firing his cum into my boy’s bare hole. He slapped my boy’s sweaty, and now cummy ass and pulled out. I thought he’d go away, but he leaned towards my boy and whispered with his thick German accent, theatrically so everyone around could hear "Good thing that other guy didn’t blow his load inside you. He’s POZZED up more than a few tourists here." He chuckled as my boy fisted his cock, his moans announcing he himself was close to cumming. The poppers guy laid down on his back, under my boy, on that filthy sticky floor, gobbling down my boy’s cock just in time to swallow his load. Just then, the first guy, the hulking POZ one, crept out of the darkness again. His huge cock was still wet and shiny, either from my boy’s hole or from some other bottom in the basement darkness. He slapped it against my boy’s cummy crack a few times, leered at me, and slammed all the way in. My boy tried to swallow my dick, but the top was so aggressive that he mostly just moaned with an open mouth around the head. He fucked my boy hard and quick for no more than two minutes. He cursed in Dutch, or German maybe, a few times before quickening his pace and then pounding six times with decreasing speed, filling my boy with toxic seed. It got me super close to going over the edge. My boy felt my nuts tightening up and pulled off my cock. The POZ top disappeared and the poppers guy just laughed as I pulled away and got behind my boy, marveling at the cum streaking down his thighs and the low light glistening on his sweaty back. I slid easily into is loose sloppy hole and came after five seconds. My boy threw his head back and lost another load into the poppers guy’s eager mouth. My boy stood up on his trembling legs and threw his arms around me, kissing me deeply. He growled into my ear "We gotta get out of here, and fast, or I’m going to wind up taking every load in this basement." "And what would be so bad about that?" I asked. He kissed me hard, grinned and waved at me, and backed away into the darkness….

Last weekend I went to a friend's wedding. It was a fairly small wedding and was starting to wind down. Meanwhile there was another wedding in the hotel at the same time which, as I was getting ready to leave, was still going strong. In fact the other wedding was getting really drunk and loud. While I was in the men's room two partiers in their mid twenties came in, one of whom was the groom, who was being assisted by the other guy, his best man. Both men were somewhat drunk, and the best man thought the groom was going to throw-up, so I assisted the best man get the groom into a stall. No sooner was the groom settled than the best man passed out, but I managed to get him into the next stall. I went back to check on the groom who was passing out and coming back around, and found myself kissing him. I think he thought I was his bride because he kept cooing "Michelle." I managed to get him bent over the toilet inside the stall and worked his pants down. He liked getting rimmed (don't they all? lol)! Once he was really wet and loosened up, I thought I could get my raging hard dick in. He was still really tight and and he surfaced a bit and yelped as I started sliding my dick in him. Someone came in right after that, but luckily he passed out as the door was opening so whoever came in didn't hear him. His ass was super tight and had obviously never had a dick in it before. I love marking virgin territory. He came back around and passed out again several times while I was fucking his sweet ass, and he seemed to start liking it in those fleeting moments. That tight ass was hot to fuck; it felt incredible wrapped around my cock. Unfortunately it felt so good I didn't last long. As short as it was, I thoroughly enjoyed leaving him a big creamy gift! After I put myself back together and left the stall, I noticed the best man was still passed out in the next stall. I was tempted to treat the best man to my special gift as well, but knowing I got a twofer by doing the groom and indirectly the new bride, I decided not to risk getting caught. Memories of that tight groom ass wrapped around my cock and the pleasure of blowing my load deep in his gut have been jack off material every day since.

They grabbed me and the easiest clothes for me to put on and dragged me through my house til we were gone. When we got outside they were threatening me about making noises. I believed them when they said they'd hurt me. They'd already done so much. We walked for a few minutes and they threw me into their car. Stranger 2: Mm boy this is so hot. Where are we gonna head? Stranger 1: Back to my cabin. It's nice and secluded. Finish up our fun there. Stranger 3: Damn, I was about to get off to this boy's sweet mouth. Stranger 2: Fuck it's good. Stranger 3: Shut the hell up. I'll sit in the back with him. Stranger 1: Sure, just keep the bag on alright? Stranger 3: Of course. The car started and we left. They played some music and everything seemed so normal. The guy in the back with me pulled my shorts down again and started fingering me. He leaned to my ear and whispered to me. Stranger 3: No way I can last this drive. Get ready for another one little bitch. Don't make noises. He unzipped again while the two in front had the music playing loud. He positioned me so my face was near his crotch and starting rubbing me. He only lifted the bag over my mouth so I was still in the dark. Stranger 3: Come on, go down on it. I was praying anything would happen to prevent him from keeping up with this. Stranger 3: Blow me like you did my friend. He grabbed my head and pulled it towards him. I was as hesitant as I could be but that didn't change anything. He pulled me down slowly enough for me not to choke, but fast enough that I felt his pelvis against my nose. He was smaller than the first dick but it didn't make it any easier on me. He grabbed my hair and started jacking himself off. Stranger 3: He was so fucking right. Sweet little mouth of yours boy. Mm A few minutes must have passed until he started to groan and squirm. He picked up the pace with my mouth. I was still praying this would all end. The music volume lowered. Stranger 1: Fuck we have company. I couldn't make anything out over the music still, but I had my hopes. Stranger 2: Damn. I tried to think about how grateful I was, but I was still being used. Stranger 3: It's too late for me to stop, so-- fucking-- close. He erupted in my mouth and I felt more full than the first time. He didn't pull out though. Stranger 3: Swallow it whore. Can't have you looking messy for our new friend. He pulled my briefs back up while his dick was still in my mouth. Stranger 3: Good boy, clean up after yourself. What are we gonna do bout all this? Stranger 1: Well you know how I like uniforms. I heard ruffling up in the front and I heard the car doors open and close. Then I heard some bangs which I thought sounded like gunshots. The guy in the back stayed with me and all I could do was sit there and wait. Stranger 3: Fuck yeah, looks like more company. The door they threw me in opened and another guy was thrown on top of me. He was groaning but I couldn't see or use my hands to feel him. The front doors opened and shut again. And we started to drive. After that it was quiet, except for the music they turned back up. Seemed like another half hour passed before the car stopped. They took off my blindfold and I caught my first glimpse at the new guy in the car, a cop. He was passed out but alive. He looked hurt but peaceful and unaware of what was going on. Then I looked around but saw nothing but trees. Stranger 1: We're back. Let's haul these two out and get ready for our fun.

It started while I was asleep. No one was home since it was my parent’s date night and I was an only child. I was just laying there peacefully until I felt two strong grips on both of my wrists. I woke up jerking but I could’t flip over to my back. I had to look around the room but it was dark. All I could see were two figures looming over my bed, each grabbing me. I didn’t even realize there was a third guy behind me until I felt a sharp slap on my ass. Even then it didn’t completely register until he started to talk. Stranger 1: Mmm boys, look at this precious gem we’ve found. I was squirming but petrified. I was a small guy and these men were all very strong. The two had my wrists down and I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t even get out any words. Stranger 2: Yeah we’ve certainly noticed. This boy is definitely better than all that jewelry we’ve found. So they were burglars. Stranger 3: And to think we almost left after we hit up the master bedroom. So glad we came to this room. Stranger 1: Yeah he’s gonna be fun. Isn’t that right boy? He was talking to me. I was still petrified. Me: — uh I felt another sharp pain on my ass. Stranger 1: Come on speak! Gonna be making a whole lot of noises tonight anyway! What’s your name kid. Me: D-Derek. Stranger 1: Mmm I’ve met some good Dereks before but don’t you just look the sweetest. Do you realize what we’re here for Derek? Derek: —uh - you’re stealing. Stranger 2: In a way baby. We’ve already done that part. Stranger 3: Yeah we’ve come across something better since that. It hadn’t even clicked yet what they were talking about, I still just couldn’t move. My night started off so peacefully that this twist was shaking me to my core. My parents left maybe 20 minutes ago and I just fell asleep since I had some early days coming up. Stranger 1: Oh yeah, definitely come across something better. We might not even take anything else with us when we go. Derek: G-go where? Wha-what is this? Stranger 1: Oh you don’t know yet? That’s fun. Maybe we can keep it a mystery. Stranger 3: Oh come on, he’s gonna find out in minutes anyway. Stranger 2: Even sooner. When the guys holding my wrist said that, I heard a zip behind me and a slap on my ass. Stranger 1: Tell me something kid, it’s only 9o’clock, what are you doing in bed already? Derek: I- uh - have to be up early. Stranger 1: Mmm, for what? He was rubbing my ass over the boxers I had on. Derek: I have training in the morning. Stranger 1: Oh yeah? What kind? Derek: I-I I was stuttering. Stranger 2: Come on, what kind? Derek: I’m training to be a pastor. Stranger 1: Oh yeah? That’s hot kid. How old are you? Derek: I’m -uh - 19. Stranger 3: Perfect for us, not that your age matters to us anyway. The guy behind me was still rubbing on my ass. I had an idea about what they were thinking but I was in denial about everything, still petrified. Stranger 1: Mmm that sounds hot boy. Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you get to your training. Do me a favor and get on your knees. I listened. The two were still holding my wrists in place, but my ass was up. I was sinking out of denial. And then I felt my briefs being taken down slowly. Stranger 1: Mmmm look at that. You boys need to see this. Stranger 2: We gotta hold him down still. Stranger 3: I’m not so sure that this punk will move. Stranger 1: Try it, let’s see. This view is worth it. And they released my hands but I couldn’t move. Not with three big guys surrounding me. The guy originally behind me was rubbing on my bare ass with his fingers. Stranger 3: Mmm you were right, this is something to salivate over. Stranger 1: That’s the plan. He put both his hands on my ass cheeks and spread them. I felt him get closer and lean in and then I heard and felt his spit hit me. He used his fingers to rub it in. I tried to move a little, obviously scared. But the two quickly grabbed me again while the one put his face onto me. Licking my ass with his tongue. Stranger 1: Oh boy that’s sweet. He dove in again and it felt good, but so wrong. He kept spitting and licking and I even felt him bite my ass. Derek: St-stop this please. I began to whine but that wasn’t gonna do anything. Stranger 1: Shut him up please. Stranger 2: Of course. They were quick to unzip themselves and I saw the dicks in their pants spring out, rock hard. I was no longer in denial but I was still petrified enough not to speak. Stranger 3: I think you know what’s next. I wasn’t sure who he was talking to, but I did know what he was doing. Derek: Please.. no. Stranger 2: Open. He pushed the head of his dick against my lips. I didn’t wanna open it up but he kept adding pressure until the tip slipped in between. Stranger 2: Ooh boy that feels good. Ready for more. I looked up at him with desperation in my eyes. But he just gave me a devilish smile. Stranger 2: Come on. Stranger 3: Might as well give in now. He pushed his dick in deeper. Stranger 2: Oh god yeah. I hated that he said that. Stranger 3: I can’t fucking wait. Stranger 1: I think it might be even sweeter on this end. The man behind me was getting more aggressive with the way he ate my ass. He was spitting and rubbing and licking and spanking. He kept squeezing my cheeks, pulling them apart and going in as deep as his tongue would go. I kept squirming and making discomforting noises. But it didn’t matter what I did. These men were intent on violating me. The man with his dick in my mouth was rocking it in and out. Getting it closer and closer to the end. Stranger 2: Aw his tongue is so warm. Stranger 3: Come on, give me a turn. Stranger 2: Hold on, just wait till it’s all in. Trust me, you’re gonna love it. Stranger 1: We’re all gonna love it. He smacked my ass. Stranger 1: All of us. It was clear he meant me as well, but I couldn’t imagine ever loving it. I was a man of faith, and this was all wrong. His fingers began to explore more. Stranger 1: You ready for me to open it up? And he inserted one of his fingers. He took turns after that between his fingers and tongue. Stranger 1: I wanna make sure you’re all ready for the real fun. By now the dick in my mouth was in, his balls touching my chin. He just herd it in there for a moment before pumping again. Stranger 2: Fuck this is good. Stranger 3: Come on now. Stranger 2: Hold on, he can hold it now. He started pumping a little faster. Stranger 2: Oh this is too sweet. I’m getting close. What do you all think? Stranger 3: I say go for it so I can get some. Stranger 1: Yeah go for it, there’s still time for more. What do you think Derek? He pulled his dick out for me to answer. And the one behind me put in a second finger. Derek: Ahh! No, don’t do. Stranger 2: Don’t want some of my cum? Derek: Ahh ! No, I’ve never even- Stranger 1: What? No way kid. Derek: No, noo.. Stranger 1: Well now we gotta show him. The second guy put the tip in again and began to stroke the rest while fingers and tongue were still all over my ass. Stranger 2: Oh man, fuck this is gonna be good. He slapped his dick against my face. Derek: No I don’t want this. Stranger 2: Maybe I should just stop then. Derek: Please. He started stroking faster. Stranger 2: Open back up. He pressed his dick into my mouth again and put it all in, stroking his dick with my mouth. Stranger 2: Uhh fuck I’m ready? A third finger entered my ass and the man was going as deep as his hand would let him. I started to grunt with the guy fucking my face. Stranger 2: Oh man here you go. He put his dick all in and I felt a warmth enter my throat. He kept pumping then pulled out, still leaking his warmth onto my tongue. Stranger 2: Mmm make sure you got to taste some. He slapped it against my tongue and let the last drops leak out. Then he pumped some more in, spreading it around my mouth. I was horrified, it was tangy and he was leaving me no choice. I was staring in disbelief that this was all happening. The guy behind me slapped my ass. Stranger 1: Good fucking boy. Stranger 3: My turn now. He switched spots with the second guy and smacked my face with his dick. Stranger 3: You all ready for me to get rougher? You’re throat all open and lubed for me now. My phone went off. Stranger 2: Fuck what’s that? Derek: Th-that’s my text. He grabbed my phone and it was from my parents. He brought it to me and had me open it. They were finally leaving the restaurant, on their way home. Stranger 3: Fuck man, I didn’t even get to. Stranger 1: Don’t worry. Leave all their belongings, we’ll just take the kid. He slapped my ass while the second guy emptied the bag they brought and put it around my head.

I've been lurking this site and xtube for the longest time watching men taking anon loads for a year. Finally, I just could not take it anymore, I had to have a load (or several loads) in my ass. I posted an ad on craigslist for anonymous loads of cum to be deposited in my horny hole. I then put on my Almost Naked Bubblebutt Jock by Andrew Christian. I had to mention it as it was the perfect jock for my first ever breeding. I prepared my hotel room, and jock on, face down and ass up, lube on the night table, I was ready for the breeder. The first breeder was a 50 year old married man. At first I was nervous...my thoughts were beginning to panic as I was bi-curious and this was my very first time with another man. I then just told myself to relax and that all would be okay. Once the I heard him open the door and close it gently I was excited, and the sound of his belt buckle coming undone made me arch my ass up towards him and relax my hole. He then softly rubbed my ass and then smacked it, pulling my ass towards him and grinding his cock and balls against my hole. I loved the sensation and rubbed my ass against his cock. He then knelt, grabbed my ass with both hands and ate my hole. At first I tightened up but quickly relaxed, whereupon his tongue slipped into my hole. I moaned as he sucked and tongued my hole for several minutes. Then he mounted me. I was not expecting the penis of a 50 year old man to be particularly large, but I was wrong: it really stretched my hole. At first he used slow, long strokes, then, having pushed my head down, he pounded me hard. I moaned like a whore and when he announced he was cumming, I grabbed his legs and pulled him deeper into my ass. His cock flexed inside my hole as it absorbed his load. The whole time he was cumming he grunted, and even more excited I tightened my ass muscles around his cock, trying to prevent him from withdrawing, and I held him in place for a couple of minutes. Then he pulled-out, dressed and left. I took three more creamy loads from some younger men. My hole was throbbing and gaping with sloppy cum inside. I felt like a total whore. In the beginning I wasn't sure if I was making the right choice, but now I am. I want to get as many anonymous loads as I'm able.

For me it all depends on the situation - as much as I prefer no pulling out or "wasted" loads, it really depends on both of us going home happy and no regrets and crossing my fingers for a repeat if it was hot and progressing to the next step. And the hotter the other guy is, the more negotiable I become. I started out asking tops not to cum in me, but that was a long time ago. Last Friday I hooked up with a guy on Grindr I really couldn't believe. BIG juiced up, tatted up muscle guy 31yo I'd been talking with about a week. My profile says vers, prep and sleazy, which I think makes my point He asks me before our 11 pm "date" if I just want sex - I'm sure he's used to guys just using him for sex. I said I'm open to possibilities, but def hope for sex, which was totally honest. So we hung out for about an hour, and I let him make the first move sexually. We made out and swapped head....when he was laid back on my bed I straddled him ready to "tease" his cock with my raw hole. He liked that, but wouldn't go further. I tried 3 times to slide on, but he'd keep pulling me off and asking for a condom. I finally realized he was serious, and it was probably going to end if I didn't produce a condom. I had not used one in a few years, but fumbled around in my sex drawer and found a strip of 6 magnums. The lube I had was JO lube not made for condoms, and it turned out the condoms expired in 2015, but what the hell - he felt better about it and he was hot as fuck. Once he flipped me over to doggy style for a real fuck, he got hard as a fucking rock. He pulled out once and immediately got up and went for the bathroom. He didn't say anything when he came back, but no more fucking. I have a feeling the condom broke, which was why he got rock hard! But I can't deny I was also hard as a fucking rock myself getting dicked by this young muscle stud, and it was all I could do not to cum. Long story considering no cum cum was exchanged (why I didn't post in Last Load section earlier), but my point is that I'm negotiable, and depends on the other guy's journey to barebacking - and hopefully I can get him back again and go further next time.

I've been craving loads ever since. My hole aches for it now

This Poz detectable guy has been trying to fuck me for so long. Could never find the time. Finally we both had time off. He invited me over and said he had a big surprise for me. I showed up and we started to play a little. He lead me to his sling and bound my arms and legs and said this was my lucky day. He said he was 400k and wanted me to join his brotherhood of toxic gods. He then said I would have no choice after tonight. He started fucking me real good then pulled out as I wanted more. the doorbell rang and in stepped 3 hot toxic studs. He told me 2 were full blown and one was 750k. He said at least 3 more guys that were over 750k were showing up. over the course of several hours they took turns breeding my hole. They planned well as they put a buttplug in me to hold it in. When they finished all of them kissed me and said welcome to the club. I was spinning but very excited. Now they want me to be their featured cumdump at a party next month , I'm hooked!! Hell, yeah , I'll do it!!

Sorry it's been so long for an update... There was a roaring in my ears, I could distantly hear the sound of a woman orgasming from the porn still playing on the television. London Keyes being roughly DP'd, a favourite of mine from way back that took place in a weird plastic and latex dimly lit dungeon, as the pinpoint of light of my vision slowly expanded out and I regained consciousness. I was slumped forward, on my knees, my head in the lap of this huge guy, my arms still clutching at his waist from where I had frantically struggled and thrashed. My throat ached a bit, and I had bitten my tongue, and I groaned and looked up at him... 'Wtf, dude', my voice was gasping. He looked down at me, almost fatherly, 'Yep, slutty is right... want me to stick around for more?' I looked at him, sat back on my heels, looked down at my steel-bar hard cock, and said 'Can you keep going?' He laughed 'friend, I took two viagra an hour ago. I'm gonna have that famous erection that lasts more than four hours, unless I wear it out in your slutty fucking holes...' I leaned forward again, found his cock with my lips, and began to suckle the tip of it. He laughed, lay back, and ran his fingers over my shaved scalp. 'That's good... Tease it a bit'. I could taste the tiny bit of cum that hadn't made it all the way out. As I slurped, the familiar metallic taste of sperm made me thirstily slurp harder, and I began to take the entire head into my mouth. I rolled it around in there, letting my teeth graze it and learning quickly that I could be a little rough with his cock. I bit down a touch, just at the line of his glans, then slowly bobbed down to take half his shaft, and began to bob, letting my teeth slide gently against the shaft in and out. I played tricks with his cock, slurping and kissing, flickering my tongue, licking from the base, then plunging it back in. His hips were rolling in time to my strokes, and I finally brought a hand up to his shaft. My own cock ached, it was so hard, and my ass had that familiar empty feeling I only get when I REALLY need to get fucked, but for now I wanted to suck. I wanted to show this guy that my mouth was not just a hole for him to rape like the first time, but that I had skill. I began to synch my hand and mouth, and to stroke longer an deeper, and soon enough there was a groan, and I felt the pulse come up his cock and flooding into my mouth in a gout of salty coppery tasting juicy load. I gulped eagerly, swallowing every drop. I sat back on my heels and smirked at him, reaching down and stroking my own cock slowly. He looked back, 'Nice work for a straight boy...'

This story just fucking turns me on. My partner & I have a semi open relationship. When I meat out with someone I can't help but take the load. I have gone to lengths such as have my hook up felch the load out of my ass and spit it in a rubber so I could take it home to show my partner I was safe. Ironicaly he usually takes the load and pours it onto of my ass crack and fucks it into me. We have guys over and both of us take raw loads in front of each other because the guy "looks okay". This little has gone on for quite awhile. Last night my partner informed me we are probably are poz ( I think he took the test).and should just dump the condoms. I just said coolio and was super excited

Been blowing a married guy for almost 5 years now and could never get him to fuck me. This afternoon at his office, I was on the floor between his legs, sucking away and he reached down and started fingering my hole. Just told me he wanted my ass. I turned around. He spat on my hole and fingered me open -- spat a few more times and slowly fed his cock in my ass and fucked me like a dog. I left with his smell on me and his load up my butt. Finally...

I guess I am bi. Romantically, I like girls, I date them, I kiss them, I married one for 15 years... If I watch porn it's always straight porn, and when it gets kinky with girls I'm always the top, the dom. With guys it's different. It's raw. It's purely sexual, and most of all, with guys I can bottom. I can be a dirty little cum slut, and that's what got me where I am today. Separated, Poz, and still craving cock and cum deep in my hungry holes. Five years ago my wife was in Toronto, and the little slut I hooked up with on the side from time to time was likewise away in Vancouver visiting friends and probably whoring herself on craigslist. I was bored, the weather was nice, it was friday morning and I really didn't feel like going into my job as a plumber working heavy construction. I had 3 grams of MDMA in a little vial, and I decided to call in sick, spend the day in the sunshine, high as a kite. A little mini vacation for me all by myself. So I measured out 200mg (safety kids! always use a scale for your drugs!), put it into an emptied out gelcap and swallowed her down. That was at about 8am. By 9am I was rolling pretty good, laying out in bed, surfing porn on my computer, lazily stroking my cock. It occurred to me maybe I should hook up, there must be lonely housewives out there who wouldn't mind an afternoon fling with a burly construction worker, especially one with 8 thick inches and a three day load to spray. So I placed an ad in m4w, and then browsed the personals. Nothing doing, just the usual posts from hookers and guys cat fishing (that wasn't even a word then, but guys still did it, no idea why). So I started reading m4m, something I had actually never done before. I'd always hooked up down at the peepshow booths, or in a cruisiy park down by the river, but I started reading the m4m ads and came across one right away that sounded fun. ' 32 years 6'6", cock to match, seeks NSA encounter. Openminded, love a party. It wasn't the text that intrigued but the pic. A long lean body with a huge curved cock jutting out of it. He either had tiny hands, or a nine inchs and coke can thick piece of meat, and I wanted to know which. I answered the ad, we traded a few emails, and he said he would come over. I jumped in the shower, popped a viagra, and when the doorbell rang there he was. Towering 3 inches over me, he strode in like he owned the place, and I shut the door behind him...

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I always wanted a pair of ultra skimpy posing briefs like the bodybuilders wore, but being in the 80’s and me being a shy teenager it was not too easy to get them as it was well before internet access. I’d sit late at night and look through bodybuilding magazines and some gay mags that I hid under my bed that I would spend hours looking at when I went to bed, wanking and fingering my arse over what I saw and the posing briefs that I so wanted a pair of, no one knew I was gay, I did but I had done nothing about it excpet drool over the men in the magazines. Despite being a shy lad I enjoyed sports a lot, especially weights and swimming so and had a pretty good muscled body despite being short at only 5’5. One day in July when college had finished for the summer I was sunbathing in shorts in the garden when my mum called me in and told me I needed to go to the high street for her to buy some milk, despite not wanting to go I knew it was better to than have my Mum go on at me so I pulled on a T-Shirt and put on some flip flops and headed down the High Street. When I got down near the high street I found the road blocked by police due to an accident and a policeman told me If I wanted to get to the high street I would have to walk down Barret lane and then cut up through Mineral Street, I thought ‘great right out of my way’ but set off anyway knowing I would get a tongue lashing if I did not come back with the milk, little did i know at that time that i'd be getting som 'milk' or white stuff! It was a lovely sunny balmy evening as I wandered off down Barret Lane and it occurred to me that I had not been round this way for many years since my old mate Stephen had moved to Welling, my mind was full of the good times we had enjoyed when we were kids , and then I saw it, it had been so long since I had been in Mineral Street that I had not known new shops had opened there, the sign above the shop said ‘Khans Gentlemens Apparel’ and though the window was very dirty I could see the object of my affection a white posing brief on a dummy, my heart pounded in my chest as I entered the shop which appeared deserted, th whole world seemed to stop around me as I stood in front of the counter with the dummy on it, my hands trembled as I touched the posing briefs and my heart fluttered at the soft silky feeling of the material, a deeply accented voice brought me into the here and now. “Most nice aren’t they boy” I almost jumped out of my skin turning to see a much older well built bald dark skinned man smiling down at me, my throat seemed to dry up and I blushed furiously croaking“yes they are very nice” The man smiled again but also frowned “but these are not right for you boy with your pale skin and blond hair, you need a different colour”. “I do?” “yes most indeed, you need a much special colour, come with Khan” Khan turned and walked towards the counter at the back of the shop and I just followed, at the counter he grinned “what size you wear in posing brief?” “I’m 26” waist” Khan laughed “not in waist my boy, in pouch and rear!” I blushed furiuosley “I don’t know?” Khan moved closer to me so my back was against the counter “let Khan find out” then shoved his hand down my shorts and felt my cock and balls in his hand, i stood shocked, but excited and rooted to the spot as he fondled me and I blushed as my undersized cock grew to its hard 4” as he squeezed, his other hand went down the back of my shorts and felt my bottom, gently groping each buttock in turn, he pulled his hands out of my shorts and I stood breathing heavily as he grinned “small pouch, large rear” before he turned his back on me and rummaged through a drawer and then turned round with some brightly coloured blue posing briefs and handed them to me pointing behind me “Changing room in there” I went to say thank you but my throat was so dry and I just made a croaking noise, he laughed at this “wait” he left me standing for a few moments and came back with a small beaker “drink” I took the beaker in my hand and lifted it, the liquid smelt funny and I wrinkled my nose but Khan motioned for me to drink it, which I did, it was a funny tasting drink but not horrible, he rubbed my belly “There all good, make you feel good soon, all relaxed”, little did I know he’d given me a drink laced with Ghb. I nodded and went into the changing room, which was massive compared to others I had been into before. I dropped the posers onto a chair and stripped off my clothes, I picked up the bright electric blue posers covered with shiney sequins, I picked it up and thought to myself that I was feeling hot and stuffy in the changing room but despite this I ignored it but by the time I had them on I felt a little woozy stumbling a little. I was feeling more light headed and hot as I admired myself in the posing brief in the mirror, I could not help being hard in them, Khan came into the changing room smiling “oh yes see how well bright colour look on pale skin boy” I looked at him in and myself in the mirror, my mind foggy but I nodded, his hand started to roam over my body, though unsure what was happening his hands felt good as he stroked and felt me, he twisted me round so I was looking side on in the mirror “look my blond angel how well the briefs cup your peach round ass” I just nodded as I looked over my shoulder as his big hands felt and caressed my bubble butt, “ yes feels good yes my hands?” i nodded again. Grinning he whispered “oh yes, so good” as he slowly pushed the briefs down over my buttocks, his hands caressed my bottom pulling my cheeks apart revealing my tight pink puckered hole, I shuddered as his fingers dipped into my crack gently rubbing my hole, he grunted “is your boi pussy still virgin my blond boy’?” inexperiend as I was I did not know what he meant, and as my mouth moved I felt like my speech slur “what do you mean?”, he grinned “has a man fucked you in your arse yet?”, I shook my head as he massaged my bum, “that is excellent boy, but I know you have wanted it havent you?”, my embaressement made me blush as I nodded and that made him laugh before he leant down and pushed his tongue between my lips. I lterally swooned as he kissed me, he broke off the kiss and smiled “come my blond angel” He led me out of the changing room and down a hall to some steep stairs behind a curtain where he paused taking hold of my shoulders “blond boy you must choose you leave now and no more is said or come into Khan’s home and serve Master Khan” Without thinking the words just fell out of my mouth “I want to serve Khan” He frowned at me “Master Khan” I nodded “Master Khan”

First year at college has been a blast and after a pretty closeted life finally getting to try some as a gay kid finally getting to try some stuff lost my virginity to a guy I met in my bio class went to his dorm made out alot and got to some serious sucking and when he started fingering my hole I shot my load down his throat. After swallowing we made out more as he kept fingering me and i ended up on my back legs up on his shoulders as he tried to work his cock into me - after a couple pushes got it all the way in pushed my legs against my chest and pounded me hard and steady. When the time came he pushed in deep and dumped his load inside me. After I regained my senses we made out more and he ended up fucking me again doggie this time also ended with him dropping his nut inside me. Can;s wait till the next time

The more cum you take, the more you want and the less you care about who it's coming from. Cum is a drug that you can't turn down.

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Looking forward to you taking that big cock in your manhole. Maybe with his 10" he can make you take it where no man has gone before.

I got a 2am phone message from one of the older hairy pakistani taxi drivers, said he's horny and needs to fuck. I was half asleep but hard, I opened door, got back on bed on all fours, he came in later, just shoved his dick in my hole, fucked me good, shot his load up me and said thanks and left, I went back to sleep with a full arse of cum,,in morning, I noticed he had left me a £20 note?????.

Part 13 “Alright cunt, your Sir assured us you were fair game for anything. You ready for a new test of your pathetic existence?” I feared what he had planned, but I nodded. “Good. First off, swallow my piss for me.” He immediately began flooding my mouth with his sweetly bitter piss. I gulped it down as fast as I could, angry with myself for missing a few drops of his nectar. After my gut was full of his piss, I felt sad that he had finished and looked at him with sad eyes. He laughed and said, “It’s okay boy, you all feel that way after drinking me.” The guy fucking me started to say, “Yeah, bec…” but was cut off with a backhand to the face. My love (really, what the hell is going on with me) snapped his head and glared at him. “You know the rule.” I watched in pure confusion as the man fucking me pulled out of my ass, cum dripping from his dick. “Yes, Sir.” He wiped the cum from his dick, and preceded to lick it off. I saw his face convulse in disgust as he tasted it. The convulsion twisted further with the order, “Swallow it.” He garbled out, “Yes, Sir” as he swallowed the cum. The guy then leaned over and before I could prepare myself, his tongue lapped up any cum that had dripped out of my cunt into my cheeks. “Stand up.” He stood back up, tongue still out, and was ordered, “Swallow.” He pulled his tongue back in and swallowed a large helping up who knows how many DNA mixed cum loads. “Assume the position.” The man then put his hands behind his head and stood with his legs spread wide. “Reveal to this pathetic cunt why this is happening.” The guy looked at me and simply stated, “I failed to follow orders of the Brotherhood. I accept my punishment, Sir.” With that, out of seeming nowhere, the man standing above me, who I could not explain my feelings for, delivered a bone rattling kick, square to the nuts and cock of the man standing in front of me. The kicked man’s mouth opened in a silent scream as he crumpled to the floor. “Get the fuck out of here and tell the others of your behavior. They will finish your punishment.” The man crawled to the door, clearly in great pain and was passed by another man heading to my cunt. There were no words of sympathy for the crawling man, no offer of assistance. Instead, as if nothing was going on, the next man asked, “Is the cunt available Sir?” My love nodded and I was again mounted like a bitch. My love turned back to me and looked me in the eyes. “You see what happens when you fail to follow rules boy? You get hurt and hurt badly.” He kneeled down, turning my head to face him and quietly said, “He won’t heal as you do, he may not be whole again for a while, if ever. You though? You have that special gift from our Father. As I have my special gift from Him.” I leaned forward and tried to kiss him, but he simply put a hand out and stopped me. “No kissing on the lips boy. Only I get to do that.” My lips trembled with dejection as he instead lifted his arm, showing me his hairy armpit. The smell of it, so close to my nose, made me gag it was so strong. I’ve smelled dirty armpits for years, you can’t avoid it being a baseball player. I’ve always been disgusted by the smell, even when its an earned and honest sweat. There’s a difference between athletic sweaty pits and unwashed, unkempt dirty pits. And then there was his. After the initial wave washed over me, something else kicked in. I strained my head, not pulling away, but stretching as close to it as possible. He saw this and smiled, “You like that smell don’t you boy?” I nodded. “You want to get your nose all the way in there don’t you? Feel my wet hair in your nostrils. Marking you with my scent. Show me you want it.” I scooted as much as I could to get closer to it. “Good boy.” He lowered his armpit onto my nose and mouth. I started to tongue it but stopped when he told me, “I didn’t give you permission to taste it. Do you need to be punished?” I shook my head to indicate I did not, then realized how I had failed him and upset him. I slowly nodded my head, knowing I had broken the rules. Keeping his armpit covering my mouth and nose, he turned to the guy fucking me and said, “Pull all the way out of his cunt.” No resistance as my cunt was abandoned and tightened up. “Give me your cigar.” I felt my love move to take the cigar and bring it around to my face. “Now, this will hurt quite a bit. I hate doing this to you, but you must be punished.” He put the cigar between his teeth, taking a drag to get the embers red hot and then immediately placed the lit end to my forehead. The pain was horrible, and the scent of burning flesh was putrid. “Fuck him hard.” The cock was slammed back into my hole, causing a new level of pain that had not been matched since the night before. My mouth opened into a silent scream and my eyes filled with tears. He looked at me and made me focus on him. “Boy, that hurt me so much having to do that to you. Don’t hurt me again. Or I’ll have to do worse. Do you understand?” I nodded and as he moved his arm briefly to uncover my mouth, I said, “I’m sorry Sir.” He smiled back and said, “Yes boy, you are sorry.” My mind tore apart as part of me was angry for being so pathetic to apologize to him after he hurt me. The other part of my brain was fighting to integrate my patheticness as my identity. He dropped his armpit back to my mouth and simply ordered, “Clean it.” I spent the next few minutes, although it seemed only seconds, sliding my tongue in every direction, trying to collect every drop of man sweat from him. I closed my lips around his hairs and sucked them as dry as possible. I was given the privilege of servicing his other arm as well. All the while I felt several guys enter me, fuck me and some shoot in me. I felt the burning, but it was such a distant feeling as I was entranced to his nectar. Finally, he pulled away, leaving me silently whimpering. “Good boy. Did you know you were a pit pig? I think you’re going to be very popular with your teammates. Offering to sniff and clean their sweaty armpits.” I nodded my head, disgusted at what he said; knowing it was true. “You’re doing really well, cunt-boy. I think you might be ready for your final lesson. Are you ready?” Not caring what it was, only wanting to please this man of mans, I nodded my head. “Don’t you even want to know what it is before accepting?” I shook my head. “Good boy. Close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you.” I closed my eyes and waited. Nothing happened, except for another change in fuckers. Soon though I felt movement around my head, and pressure at the top of my face. “Open your eyes.” I did and was greeted by a hairy, muscular ass. The cheeks were spread wide and I could see a tight hole inches from my mouth. I immediately started bucking, trying to get my face away. This was too much. “Stop fighting me boy.” I stopped. “You said you were prepared. Did you lie to me boy?” I shook my head, but knew he couldn’t see it. “Show me a thumbs up to indicate you told me the truth. Thumbs down to indicate you lied.” I hesitated briefly before placing my thumb up. “Do you know what I’m expecting from you?” Thumb up. “Then do it boy.” I hesitated briefly, overwhelmed by the sweaty stench of his ass. Again, it was his scent, and his scent alone. No smell of ass funk or shit. Just his scent. I stuck my tongue out tentatively and touched it to his crack. As with his pit, I went to a place I’d never imagined. I became utterly focused on tasting his ass, the sweat and the hairs. For minutes I licked every inch of his crack, being rewarded with moans and “Yeah, boy” to indicate I was doing it well. “Stop.” My tongue froze where it was. “Why are you ignoring my hole boy? That should be your main focus. Worshipping a real man’s asshole, worshipping something you no longer have. Get your tongue in there.” I moved my tongue to that one place I tried to avoid. I felt his hole quiver slightly at the first touch of my tongue. He started moving his ass, front to back and side to side. My tongue was being used by him to lick his asshole entirely. “Good boy. Now go in.” That was not what I wanted. My tongue curled at the tip and pushed at his hole. He pushed his hole a little, while also sitting further down, and soon my tongue was in him. I was past his first ring, and could feel the lining of his colon. The heat burned me, but the taste was amazing. He began to slowly gyrate on me, then bounce up and down slightly. “Stick your tongue out as far as possible. I want to feel you in there.” I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and it slid in a little more. “Oh, fuck yeah boy. How’s that taste? You’re fucking tonguing my asshole.” I could only give him a thumbs up as my mouth was full. I could see a little, but could feel him mostly, jerking on his dick. “I’m pleasing him. He’s hard because my tongue is in him. I’m a good faggot cunt for him.” Again the fight in my brain. One side shouting how disgusting I was being. The other wanting to go further and hoping he’d give me his cum. I felt him continue to jerk and he said, “I’m getting close to shooting boy. You get to choose where my load goes. Your cunt? Your mouth? On your stomach?” For a split second the battle in my brain waged on. However, it ended quickly when I pointed to my cunt. I heard him yell, “Pull out of his pussy.” The guy in me followed directions and my hole was quickly emptied. My love hopped off the table and quickly approached my hole. He didn’t enter me. He stood staring at me. “Use your words cunt-boy. Tell me what you want.” I moved my mouth, not expecting to hear anything. But I heard my voice call out, “Fuck me Sir. Shove your dick in my cunt.” He smiled. “More.” This was it, no going back. “Fuck my cunt Sir. Breed my hole. Give me your dirty death seed.” My mind broke entirely as he smiled down at me. “As you wish slut.” He slammed into my hole and this time, instead of screaming in pain, I groaned in ecstasy. “Rape my ass Sir. Give me that dirty cum. Give me your AIDS. Oh, FATHER. GIVE IT TO MEEEEEE!!!!” He slammed into me a couple more times before groaning, “Take it boy. Take your death sentence.” I felt the most intense burning. No, it was more than burning, it was a massive hell-fire burn in my ass as he unloaded in me. It didn’t stop in my ass. The fire spread through me, consuming me entirely. I reached out to him and placed my lips to his. “Thank you Sir.” He continued to fuck me, shoving the death seed as deep in me as possible. I began to cry, knowing I had just begged for death. And it had been granted. He looked at me, his eyes searing deep into me. “Don’t cry boy. You’ll be okay.” “I know Sir. I’m crying because you made me see my truth.” “No boy. You only see what I wanted you to see. Say what I wanted you to say. My gift from the Holy Father? I make stupid little bitches like you do what I want. But when I’m done with you? You don’t remember a damn thing. Just that you did things you are disgusted by.” “But, I… lov…” “Shut your mouth boy. You don’t love me. I own your mind right now. And I’m wiring your brain to turn you into even more of a whore then your Sire started you as.” “Now, in addition to being a cum whore for any man who wants to breed you, you are even more. Now you are also a disgusting little sweat whore. You will clean the dirty armpits, the dirty asses and the dirty feet of ANY MAN WHO WISHES IT.” “No I won’t. I’m not that sick.” “You will you pathetic little bitch.” “NEXT. This is going to be fun to watch.”

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At least it wasn't a year for my next update, lol. A couple of hours later, I got a text from Carlos with a picture of Joey’s red abused hole with the caption “He still thinks he’s safe lol.” >>He asked if I came in him and I told him I just used a lot of lube lol >Fuck, looks like you really did a number on him >>Yeah my fingernail scratched him good on the inside too. This fuck should definitely take. >Fucker deserves it >>I asked him why he seemed upset. He told me about you. >Oh really? I’m surprised. >>Yeah, he opened up after opening up lol. Told me he knows you’re not satisfied always using condoms and is worried you’ll cheat and go raw with someone. I thought about that. If I hadn’t found out Joey was cheating, would I have eventually gotten frustrated enough that I would find someone to breed? >>I told him maybe he just needed to spice things up a little. Maybe a threesome would be enough to get you excited. >Fuck yeah. Did you nominate yourself? >>Of course, lol. He just doesn’t know how to bring it up to you. I told him I’m sure you’d jump at the chance, especially hearing how your night ended. >Well that and I know you, but he doesn’t need to know that >>Lol. Let’s hope it’s soon. ................................................................................. The next day I worked from home through the morning and Joey stopped by around noon with sandwiches for lunch. I wondered if he would bring up our little moment or if he’d ask about a threesome, but all through lunch he was quiet. I couldn’t take it, so I opened saying “So, about yesterday…." “I know it’s frustrating,” Joey interrupted me. “I know we’ve been monogamous for a long time; I just don’t feel right having unprotected sex. I’m really sorry that it bothers you.” While the apology was alright on its face, the bit about monogamy made me feel hurt for knowing the truth. I also felt twisted joy from knowing he wasn’t as protected as he thought he was. That sense of what I can only describe as evil grew within me to the point where I no longer cared that he was cheating. I just wanted his hole filled with poz cum. “I get how you feel,” I said firmly. “I just feel like things are getting a bit stale.” I hoped it didn’t feel like I was leading him to any conclusion. He seemed to take it as the right opening to bring up Carlos’ suggestion, though. “What if we brought in a third person to freshen things up, then. As long as we’re all safe, I think it might be fun.” I smiled. Outwardly, Joey seemed to be more at ease seeing that I was pleased he’d come up with a great idea. Inwardly, I felt that evil grow knowing he’d taken the bait yet again. My dick grew hard at the thought of knowing I would be there to see him get his ass filled with poz cum in person. “That sounds like a good idea. You think you can find someone for us?” I asked. I didn’t want to make it more complicated by appearing to want input. Grinning, I added, “I trust your judgement.” Joey looked contemplative as he wiped his mouth and hands with the napkin. “Well, do you want someone white, Latino, or even black?” he asked. I got up and walked over behind him, leaning my head into his ear as I ran my hands down his chest towards his thighs. “As I said, I trust your judgement, but I think I’d like to bring another Latino in just to see what two of us can do with a thick white boy like you.” He moaned a bit and I knew he was playing the scene out in his head. That would more than likely get him to contact Carlos. “I’ll see what I can do,” he blurted. “When were you thinking?” "As soon as we can, baby."

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"Once I have you, there will be no going back. Do you understand?" Sir had already sent me the agreement form. I had read it over, and signed it weeks ago. We had just finalized the details and set a date. "Yes Sir, I understand." "Good. You better be at that spot boy, or I will come and get you myself." With that Sir had signed off. I had already sold me belongings and notified my landlord I'd be moving out. I put my two weeks in at work. It would be hard to go back now. I set out for the airport at 8:00PM, and soon enough I was on a flight to my new home. Once I landed, it had just passed 1:00AM. I was able to get a taxi to the meeting location, even though the taxi driver was a bit worried about dropping me off in such a shady place in the middle of the night. After some assurance, he dropped me off and left. I had been early but I set off the bottom floor where I would be taken away. I had sat down and was exhausted from the flight, and with no one around, I laid down with my backs up against my bags. I figure I should try to rest up for Sir, as he had told me my first day would be long and hard. I had been jostled awake by a man, and as I woke up more I realized it was Sir. "Get up. Now." Yes Sir, as I stood up as quickly as I could. "Strip." "Here, Sir?" With that the back of his hand struck me across the face. Sir had warned me to do as I'm told, or expect punishment. As I began to strip naked in the middle of the parking garage, Sir grabbed my bags and threw them in the backseat. He had me put my clothes in a plastic bag, which he set in the backseat as well. I stood there, completely naked as Sir inspected me. "Good, just like you shown me. get in." As I reached for the front door handle, Sir hit me again, this time in the stomach. "You think your sitting up front, slave?" Sir chuckled as he opened his trunk. Fearing another strike, I climbed in the trunk without question. He slammed the trunk down hard, and got in and began to drive away. I had slept through most of the drive, besides the few bumps that would slam my body and head into the walls. Once we arrived, I expected the trunk to open, but waited at least another hour before I heard the click and the trunk open. "Get out." I got out as soon as possible. My eyes took a minute to adjust, as the morning sun was already out. I had no idea where I even was. I tried to look around, but we were in a secluded wooded area. Sir strapped on a collar on me, attached and lease and directed me inside. He shoved me into a bathroom. "It's been a long trip, boy. clean yourself out and head down the hallway. In the center of the room is a bench, lay down on it." I cleaned up and headed down the hallway. I went into the dark room and found the bench. I laid down on it, stomach down and ass up. Sir walked in, strapped in my arms and legs tight so I couldn't move. He stripped in front of me. Sir was tall, I'd wager over 6"0. He took off his shirt, slid down his pants and then underwear, revealing a thick, 8" cock and a bio-hazard tattoo. "Whats the tattoo mean, Sir?" I felt my lip crack open from the force of the blow. "Property doesn't ask questions." With that, he took his underwear and duck tape, and shoved his underwear in my mouth. He then proceeded to duck tape his underwear in my mouth so I could no longer speak. "But I'll answer your question boy, as it will be your last. It means I'm Poz. You'll get one soon enough, along with a brand to prove you're mine." My mind started racing. I had agreed to be used as property and controlled, but I never thought it through fully. What the extend of that was. I had never imagined being pozzed. I had lost all control and I had begun having second thoughts of it. I could no longer speak, my voice being completely muffled. Sir walked over to his table of goodies, and brought over a blind fold. As he was strapping it in, the last thing I seen in his hands was a toothbrush. I could no longer see, nor speak. I had been completely confused. He never spoke about being poz or pozzing me. As I tried to figure out what the toothbrush was for, he forced it in to my ass hard. Sir worked it in, rubbing and running it in all directions. He eventually pulled out, and I heard a chuckle. "Now your ready boy, just remember, this is only the beginning." With that, he lined up his cock with my ass, and it one push, rammed all 8" inches in. Tears formed in my eyes, but I had no choice but to take Sir's hard fucking. I tried to open up for him, and pushed my ass up high, thinking if I let him in, it would hurt less. It only made Sir pick up his speed. "That's a good boy, you better get used to this." He began rabbit-fucking my hole, until I heard him grunt and spurt his load inside me. Once he pulled out, he shoved a butt plug in. "This stays in until I take it out, boy." He walked over to my head, undid my duck tape and pulled out his underwear. Before I could breathe in he shoved his cock down my throat, I could taste his cum mixed with blood and realized it had been my blood. After cleaning off his cock, he walked out. He stopped by the door. "You'll sleep like this tonight, tomorrow we brand you." With that, Sir had walked out and left me locked up for the night.

New chapter...a mix of hot and sweet. Enjoy! Chapter 15) “Hey, sleeping beauty,” a familiar voice whispered in my ear. “Are we keeping you awake?” “Huh?” I said coming out of my light doze, stretching and yawning. I was still straddling Aaron who was blinking sleepily himself, so I wasn’t the only one who nodded off. There were hands on my torso, first stroking and rubbing the skin gently, then teasing my nipples; a pair of lips were delicately kissing my neck. I shivered, moaned with delight and said. “You are now, Ike.” “Busted,” he said, and pulled me to stand upright so he could press his hard dick against me. I turned to face him and our lips met; his hands went to my ass, squeezing and kneading the muscles gently. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet,” he began. “Is this really the time for formal introductions?” I asked. Ike grinned. “You’ll want to meet this guy. And he wants to meet you, both with an ‘e’ and an ‘a’.” I rolled my eyes at this corny joke, but was willing to ignore it when another guy stepped up next to him and joined Ike in exploring my ass. He was big, as in tall, as in I wasn’t sure if I was even as tall as one of his legs. Leanly muscled, with nicely developed biceps and pecs, plus a killer set of abs. When I got a good look at his face (angular, with great cheekbones and a soul patch) he looked faintly familiar. “This is my man Jamal,” Ike said. “He was a member of the frat…” That was the moment the fog cleared. “Wait a minute – aren’t you a pro basketball player? And didn’t you get a Leibowitz scholarship?” Both of them looked surprised, which confirmed to me I was right. “Wow, what a memory,” said Jamal, not seeming entirely comfortable. “It can be our little secret I said,” smiling. “Ask anyone here, I know when to keep my mouth shut. And when to open it…” Jamal bent over – nearly in half it seemed – to land an open-mouthed kiss, so my flirtatious invitation had worked. He broke it off, and I kissed Ike, tongues tangling. Then Jamal was pulling me against him, and pushing me back on to the sofa, which Aaron had vacated. I spotted him with Carlos, standing on line to bang Larry again. Jamal was between my legs and I could feel he had a huge dick. I reached around to stroke him and he groaned, and started to push my thighs against my chest. “Hey, man, don’t just dick him,” Ike said. “You gotta try the full package. He’s got a sweet mouth, sucks and licks dick, balls and ass, and just loves to have a guy sit on his face. If you hold off a little, his butt will open right up, but still squeeze the jizz right out of your balls. Never felt anything quite like it.” Jamal looked at Ike, then looked at me. I nodded, encouraging him; he stood and braced himself on one knee with his dick pointing at my mouth. It was long, uncut and very thick, with a huge head. And about all I could get in my mouth was the head and a little of the shaft. I felt Ike stroking my butt hole, then his mouth replaced his fingers as he used his lips and tongue to open me up for his buddy’s monstrous cock. I started licking at Jamal’s dick, up the front of his shaft, then both sides, using my lips and tongue while he moaned and encouraged me. “That’s it, bitch, lick that big, black dick, get it wet.” I worked down to his balls and Jamal moaned, “Oh, yeah, lick those nuts, get me going so my dick can spit that dirty milk inside your hole.” He turned around and sat on my face, saying “That’s it pussy, enjoy that big, black ass. Get your nose in the crack, sniff out my black butt. Damn, your nose feels really good in there, fits just right. Inhale that funky black man’s hole, deep,” he ordered. His musky odor filled my nostrils and lungs. I licked behind his balls, and he pushed his smooth, muscled ass into my face harder, rocked his hips, then moved his butthole over my mouth. “Eat me. Lick it, eat those chocolate buns. Use your mouth and lips, bitch, get me hot so I can fuck you hard. White boy’s butt needs my big black dick.” He was so into using me that I was getting just as turned on as he was, if not more. Ike had his tongue inside of me, fucking my ass, getting it wet and open. “Oh, man, I’m getting too close,” Jamal said, standing. Pre-cum dripped from the tip of his dick onto my chest. “Gotta fuck you now.” Ike moved out of the way, handed a jar of Vaseline to Jamal, who put a little on my ass, then more on his cock as he was pulling my legs over his shoulders. He started to push his cock inside of me, and I gasped and flinched. Even with all the foreplay and previous fucking, this was going to be a major challenge. Jamal’s dick was like a steel girder, big and hard. “C’mon, let me in,” Jamal said. “I want to get you knocked up with my jizz, give you my black HIV babies.” He wouldn’t let up even as I involuntarily pulled back a little, pulled me against him and pushed through all resistance until his dick had breached both sphincters. “Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “Ike, you weren’t shitting me, this is one incredible piece of pussy. I just love to fuck little white boy ass,” he said as he started thrusting in and out. “Ike, make him worship your ass, I want to see him do it while I fuck him.” Ike sat on the arm of the sofa with his back towards Jamal, and positioned his fuzzy butt over my face. His ass hovered over my nose, so I pressed against him and sniffed loudly, then he was moving so that his asshole was pressed against my mouth, and I started to lick and kiss his butt. “That’s it, eat my buddy Ike,” Jamal said, his thrusts picking up speed and force. “I love watching you eat that black man’s ass, get that tongue in there, make him hot so he can fuck you next…oh, yeah, OH, YEAH, I’M SHOOTING INSIDE YOU, TAKE THAT BLACK SPUNK IN YOUR TIGHT, WHITE CUNT!” Jamal was slamming against me; my ass had relaxed, and he was hitting my prostate at just the right angle and I started to cum just as he did. That made Jamal shout, “THAT ASS IS MILKING ME, IT WANTS ALL OF MY SPERM!” He kept himself buried inside of me while the orgasm worked through him, shuddering with pleasure. When he finally was still, he began to pull out. “Ike, you’re up next. And why don’t I go get the other brothers for a little black-on-white gang bang.” Ike got up to position himself, and Jamal leaned over and kissed me again. “You have one hot little hole, I’m going to have to fuck you again before I leave.” As Ike was pushing himself inside me, Ruhiu, the tall, lanky guy who was a runner joined us, then knelt over my face. “Lick me,” he ordered, and I happily complied, tickling and stroking his balls while I licked his ass. I could feel Ike’s excitement; I swore that as soon as Ruhiu sat on my face, Ike’s dick got harder, and he began to thrust with more force in and out of my ass. “How’s his ass feel?” Ruhiu asked. “Unbelievable,” Ike gasped. “He’s got a big load in there from Jamal, and now he’s about to get one…from….ME” he roared as he banged against me harder and faster, then gave three, short, sharp thrusts and froze, groaning with pleasure. I could feel his dick spasm inside of me, then hold still. Ruhiu turned and said, “Lick that dick, then I’m going to dump some real African spunk in your ass.” Ike pulled out, and Ruhiu was taking his place. His dick was long, straight, and cut, not quite as thick as Jamal or Ike, so he slid inside me easily and started fucking me. Howard, who had a pronounced Caribbean accent, knelt so that his cock was at my mouth. He was shorter but very muscular, bulging pecs and biceps, and wore a goatee. He grinned widely as I opened my mouth and took as much of his dick as I could: the perfectly shaped mushroom head and a few inches of the shaft. He fucked my face, and his dick got hard rapidly; I could taste his pre-cum, and then he was pulling out. “I want to cum in your ass, mon,” he said. “Take a taste of my balls,” he ordered and put them against my lips. I licked obediently, and he groaned. “Like my sweaty balls in your face? Sniff them, yeah, that’s it boy, now my ass,” and he turned around and pushed his round, muscular ass cheeks in my face. “You like that, like how my ass smells?” “Oh, yeah,” I moaned. “Then kiss it for me, nice little kisses right in the middle of the hole, show me you love obeying me.” I started peppering the kisses right on the tight knot of his asshole as he asked, then slipped a little tongue between my lips. Carlos loved that, so I figured Howard would too. “Oh, yeah, use the tongue, lick me, taste that asshole. You like dark chocolate ass, I can tell, stick your tongue inside. That’s it, fuck yeah, mon.” Ruhiu was banging harder, I could tell he was about to spurt his load inside of me. “So hot watching you eat that black man’s ass,” Ruhiu said. “Take that dick, bitch, here it comes, my big…AFRICAN LOAAAAD!” he shouted as he rammed against me and froze in place, still moaning. I could hear him sucking in air, and then he pulled out. Howard said, “Roll over, I like to fuck boys lying on their stomach so I can see my dick tear open the asshole.” I did as he asked, and felt the pressure of his big, fat head going inside me, followed by his thick shaft. Then he started pumping, and said “Beautiful to watch my dick opening you up. I can feel all that black cum in your ass, we’re gonna get you knocked up with black HIV babies. You can be my white cum slut, my baby mama…oh….oh yeah….HERE IT CUMS, ANOTHER LOAD OF BLACK SPUNK, FILLING YOU UP. TAKE IT IN YOUR WHITE PUSSY HOLE!” Howard collapsed on top of me; I worked my ass to squeeze him, and he wrapped his arms around me and rammed against me, kissing and licking the back of my neck. He pulled out, then slapped my butt and said, “Love that white boy-cunt.” I sat up and said “Love your big, black dick.” “I’m back,” said Jamal, “for seconds.” I snickered and rolled my eyes. I was on my back, and he pulled my legs over his shoulders, slid his dick in without trouble and started fucking. “It was so hot watching you get nailed by the other three brothers,” he said, his thrusts speeding up. “I can’t hold back…gotta shoot…now! Uh-aah,” he groaned, and then his mouth closed over mine as he emptied himself in me. “Phew,” he said once his heart rate had slowed to normal, and shook his head. He pulled out, then lay on top of me and kissed me some more. “Man, if you were here when I was still in this frat, I would have made you mine.” At my inquiring look he elaborated, “I was prefect my senior year. It was Mike, Carlos and Ike’s first year. I could tell even then that Mike was going to end up top of this heap. He just had that leader vibe thing going on.” We kissed a little more, then he glanced at the time. “Shit, I gotta go to my hotel and get some sleep. Got a long drive tomorrow and a big game on Sunday.” “I’ll root for you,” I said. “Any way you could come back with me for a couple days…?” I looked over and saw Mike in line to bang Larry. Jamal followed my gaze. “It’s like that, huh?” Jamal asked. “All relationships are open…” I began. “But he’s special to you, I can tell. And I bet you’re special to him. Oh, well. Can I come to the next party?” “Sure. I’m the Social Director, just give me your cell phone number and I’ll text you.” “Ike has it, get it from him.” “Sleep tight, I said as he pulled on his clothes. “And drive carefully.” He flashed a grin at me as he left. Aiden sat next to me, put his arm around me and I rested my head on his shoulder. “Great party, Mr. Social Director,” he said. “Having fun?” I asked. “Every minute,” he answered as he ran his hand up and down my arm. “Your little gang bang was a high point.” I laughed. “You enjoy watching? I didn’t know that about you.” “Not just anybody – I enjoy watching you,” he said, slipping his arm around my waist to pull me even closer while planting a kiss on my forehead. I turned my head and we were kissing, shifting to face one other. “Warning,” I said. “I’m in full bottom mode tonight.” He grinned. “That works. I’m in the mood to top tonight.” Our lips met again, and the kiss deepened. Jamal was right and wrong. I did feel differently about Mike, and sometimes – all right, a lot – wished that it could be just us. But I felt a strong attachment to my other close friends here, Aiden and Aaron, Ike and Carlos. They’d been the ones to literally feed me and protect me during the first few days when it wasn’t clear what would happen, and then stopped Daddy Scorpio from strangling me. We’d been through something profound together: fighting to emancipate this frat. I leaned back and took Aiden with me; he was on top, and I ran my hands down his back to his body-builder’s butt, angling my hips to rub against his dick. “You have an incredible body,” I murmured. “Right back at you…love your tight little body,” he said. “You’re the right shape, slim waist, nice ass, lean so I can get my dick all the way in.” We kissed more deeply, tongues meeting, twining; he thrust his tongue completely in my mouth, mirroring how his dick would be buried inside me soon. Then he was shifting position, kneeling over my face, pressing his dick against my lips while taking my dick in his mouth. I’d only been in a “69” once before; I’d forgotten what a charge it was to both have a dick in my mouth and be sucked simultaneously. It was as if we were completing a circuit of sexual electricity. After a few minutes of it, Aiden’s mouth was on my balls, licking behind them, and then his tongue was on my ass. He pushed his butt crack against my mouth; I didn’t need any further encouragement and began to rim him. If possible, this was even more of a turn on, my tongue in Aiden’s sweet, clean muscle ass while he was licking and kissing my butt. I was getting so hard it was painful. I stroked Aiden’s dick and balls, and heard and felt his answering groan. He shifted position again so that he was between my legs, taking them over his muscular shoulders and slipping his cock inside me. Eight loads of cum meant I didn’t need any lube at all, and it felt awesome as he started to fuck my ass while he kissed my neck and ears, holding me tightly as I wriggled and squirmed with delight. “Harder,” I panted. “I’m really close. trying to make it last,” he answered. “Are you insane or just a sadist?” I demanded. “Fuck me, we can do it again right away. Or later. It’s not like there’s a limited supply.” Aiden started laughing and said, “You’re nuts…oh, God, the way you wiggle around is making me crazy.” “Let’s up the ante,” I answered, and reached down and stroked his balls, which elicited a gasp. “It gets better,” I whispered while arranging my hand so that my thumb was tickling his nut sack, index finger the region behind his balls (the “taint” as some called it) and my middle finger was stroking his asshole. I’d wanted to try doing that for a while – and the reviews were a rave on my debut. “Oh, yeah, do it, play with my balls…you’re the only one who’s ever touched my ass like that…and I’m cumming!” His thrusts immediately became turbo powered, lancing over my prostate again…and again…and I was shooting with him. I pushed my ass into his crotch more securely while he gasped and snorted. As the aftershocks of the orgasm we’d shared echoed through my nervous system, we both relaxed; I could feel Aiden’s weight as he finished shooting inside of me. “Phew,” Aiden said in my ear. “That was really intense.” “How long has it been since you’ve cum?” I asked. “You’re extra-frisky.” “I saved it up for a couple days,” he murmured, sounding like post-orgasm drowsiness was setting in. “Then you can give me another load,” I said, and reached down, now stroking the sides of his shaft while squeezing and releasing my butt repeatedly. I wanted to see if I could get him fully hard again before he pulled out. “Ahh!’ he exclaimed. “Are you trying to kill me?” “Yes,” I said, playfully seductive, “I’m going to drink you dry.” He tried to pull back, but I’d locked my legs around his waist. We wrestled a bit while I continued to squeeze his dick with my sphincter muscles. We were both laughing, and then he started to tickle me. “No, not fair,” I gasped, as I unsuccessfully tried to stop him, and then gave up. “Okay, you win,” I choked out between giggles. “You don’t have to fuck me again.” He stopped tickling and I realized that he was fully hard again, and starting to pump in and out. “Who says I wanted to win?” He pinned my arms over my head, then his mouth was covering mine, our tongues met and wrestled in imitation of our bodies; he angled his thrusts to press hard on my prostate. I gasped and began to fuck him back with my butt, pushing towards his crotch as he pushed inside me and drawing back as he did, maximizing the sensation for both of us. “I’m gonna…” his groan interrupted his sentence, but from his body language I could fill in the last word, especially since I was cumming myself. He collapsed on top of me; I could feel his heart racing. “That was unbelievable,” he said. “Amen,” I answered. Hours later, about 2:00 AM, the party was pretty much over. Larry had been smuggled out, the former members had left and I’d mobilized the entire frat to help with clean-up. Being the Prefect’s “consort” had its upside. Once that was done, everyone headed off for bed; I noted there’d been some shuffling of partners in keeping with the non-exclusive nature of the relationships between guys in the house. But I was with Mike. We’d yet to spend the night in someone else’s bed since the night after the I’d been raped by the faculty members. Neither of us had bothered to get dressed again; we hung our clothes, put the underwear in our separate laundry bags and then got ready for bed. “Great first party,” Mike said as we slipped under the covers. “Glad you enjoyed yourself,” I answered. “I’m thinking that next time we could just do a movie night, either here or a field trip to an actual movie theater.” “Most of the guys will prefer here,” Mike predicted. “That way they can make out without worrying about who else is in the room.” “Good point, your Prefect-ness.” “Your what?” he said, laughing as we snuggled together, lying on our sides, facing one another. “You’ve got a title, but ‘your highness’ or ‘your majesty’ seem a trace overblown…” “How about…‘boyfriend’?” “Your ‘boyfriend-ness’?” I joked, hiding that I was thrilled and scared at the same time. I guess it was silly, it’s not like we were getting engaged or something. But it was an acknowledgement of the bond between us. “Darren,” he said reproachfully. “Boyfriend,” I said to him, meeting those wonderful, liquid, sherry brown eyes, so distinctive and plain old beautiful. In that, they matched the rest of him, his classic male good looks, and perfect physique – kind of a cross between a body builder and Michelangelo’s David. And he wanted to be with me. I couldn’t quite wrap my head around it. “Boyfriend,” he whispered, then kissed me. And that’s all it took for me to be on fire for him, wanting him, wanting to make love, even though I’d just spent the evening getting fucked at an orgy I’d organized. “You’re so beautiful,” he said after kissing me thoroughl. “You have the prettiest eyes; I can never make up my mind whether they’re blue or green, and that mop of curly blond hair.” He’d kissed my eyes during his inventory of my charms, and was stroking my hair. “Like silk…and your skin, like satin.” The upside of enduring body sugaring every few weeks. Aiden, Aaron and I helped each other with body grooming. “I can’t believe you want to be with me,” he continued, sounding genuinely amazed. “What?” I said, disbelievingly. “You’re like…perfect. My dream guy, the one I thought I’d never meet, just fantasize about.” He smiled broadly, then kissed me again. And again, the melting tenderness morphing into something urgent and needy. He went for my erogenous zones, all of which he seemed to have memorized: ears, jaw, neck, collar bone. I pushed closer, pulling him on top of me; he nudged my legs open, as if choreographed we moved together smoothly. He was taking my legs over his shoulders and pushing inside of me, no need for additional lubrication. We came together in a way that was more than just physical. It had been that way from the start, even before my initiation, before I’d come to the house and spent a blissful half-hour necking in this very bedroom. It was from the moment our eyes had met at the orientation event where he was staffing a booth for the fraternity. And still, I’d never thought we’d end up together, just assumed I’d have yet another unrequited crush. Boy, had I gotten that wrong. He was slowly pushing in and out of me, prolonging every touch, his hands on my shoulders, then in my hair, stroking my face gently, as if I were something fragile and precious and beloved. It was a hunger that would never be completely satisfied, reaching for a perfect union of body and soul. Then appetite took over, and he began to thrust more rapidly, breathing heavily, licking my nipples, going back to my neck, then my lips, his kisses urgent and hard, but still with the melting sweetness I remembered from the first time we’d kissed. His thrusts were getting harder, the bed was squeaking rhythmically along with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. And there it was, seemingly out of nowhere, a supernova exploding, sending rays of energy racing through me and him as we came to orgasm simultaneously. Our mouths were fused, his dick was buried to the root inside of me and I was clasping his butt, arching my back to give him complete access. We remained frozen in that position for…well, I’m not really sure how long. Time became irrelevant. I can’t remember how many times we made love that night. I just remember feeling as if something had coalesced between us, that a barrier I wasn’t aware of until it had been breached had fallen. And I remember the kisses and caresses, his strong warm hands and muscled body. When we were finally completely exhausted, we lay spooned together, fitting as perfectly as the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Boyfriends, was my last thought before falling asleep in his arms with a smile on my face.

Then sleazy_brit_boy lets get on this and start finding a place. That way, the sooner we don't have to wear clothes in the house, can watch porn anywhere and have a constant stream of men at our place.

Now let's see how low Joey can get .....possibly needing, craving, and seeking out degradation and abuse as his only way of being able to get off? Seeking out family members to use and abuse his holes in a public setting might be interesting .... father, grandfather and brother walk into as he is gang fucked in a public restroom and join in might be hot, especially if Joey starts to willingly beg for them to fuck him.

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

Unexpected Pig Below is a rundown of events from yesterday. Still can't believe it happened, and wanted to write it up so other kinky fuckers can hear about it. A bottom buddy that we've played with in the past reached out to see if we wanted company. Lately, we've been more open to top guests because I love seeing my guy get fucked, but hubby said he was very interested in fucking our friend - we will call him #1, so we made plans for him to come over to our place. Shortly before he arrived, we got a text from another buddy we used to play with but who had since moved away - we will call him #2. He was in town and was looking to hang out. After negotiating that everyone was game, he decided to head over. Very quickly everyone was comfortable with each other and we began making out and feeling each other up. Clothes began to fly and tongues found their way to asses and cocks. After a bit of foreplay, I wanted to get into #1. Hubby and I have been adventurous for most of our relationship, but we've always played safely. This time however, though available, no condoms were ever requested. So as I slide into #1's tight ass, I see #2 sitting down on hubby's cock, raw. Spent some time working on #1's hole. At some point, I spun #1 around so that he was facing #2 who by now was bent over being rear ended by my guy. Hubby and I were on opposite sides of the bed, each balls deep in a bare hole. After some good pumping action, we switched so that I was fucking #2 and hubby was in #1. Over the next two and a half hours, I was the only strict top and I fucked each of the other three holes. Guy #1 was a strict bottom and got fucked by all three cocks. Hubby and Guy 2 were both vers. So every possible combination was explored and in the end I fucked the cum outta hubby while he was in the sling. He needed a recharge so he let #1 take his place in the sling. #2 fukd #1 as I knelt down to get a good close up view of the cock sliding into that hole. Before long #2 was picking up the pace on his thrusts and he began to seed #1. Soon I could tell that #2's orgasm had passed and as he withdrew his still rock hard cock from #1's slimy hole, I licked the tip to taste the boy hole and cum. This really charged me as I also decided to tongue #1's ass to taste the cum, so I stood up and dumped my 3 day load in #1. I looked down to see that #1 had a pool of his own cum on his tummy. After a lull in the action, our guests showered up and decided to head out as it was getting late and we all had things to do the next morning. Hubby and I headed to bed and I fell asleep quite quickly. Apparently, guy #2 continued to sext with hubby after I fell asleep. Hubby, still horny and without any loads in his ass, got on Grindr and called over a hung top. I wake up to the guy eating out my hubby ass just before he begins to fuck him, just inches away from me in my bed. It took me a moment to get my bearings, but when I realized that hubby had found another hookup, I was ready to join in the fun. I quickly helped spread hubby's as cheeks so the top dude could get deeper in him. Before long, I was taking a turn sliding into my hubbys loosening hole, while top buddy fed hubby cock straight from his ass. Hubby was getting really worked up, and piggy. Our top buddy took my place pounding hubby. "Dude, fuck me as hard as you want" hubby encourages our buddy, and with that he starts really piston fucking him. The cadence of the thrusts hinted that he was getting close to cumming. Next thing I know, without any discussion about it, he said, "I'm cumming in him", while he looked at me in the eye. As he pulled out of my hubby's hole, I quickly replaced his cock with my tongue. The musk of hubby's ass, combined with this dudes load was more than I could handle. I stood up, shoved my cock into his cum slicked hole, and with 3 strokes began to coat the inside of hubby's ass with his second load in as many minutes. Top buddy was in a hurry so he was quick to head to the door and it was now 3:00 am. As hubby came back upstairs after showing him out the door, I started fucking him again. I churned the loads in his ass for a good 15 or 20 minutes while he looked for another top to come and seed him. Sadly nothing on Grindr worked out, so I bred his ass one more time before calling it a night. This was the first time we've ever done something like this. I've been encouraging him to get more piggy and get fucked without me more. He seems to be embracing that inner pig.

this is one of the best-written, hottest, most emotionally engaging stories on this site. I check every other day for updates. I'm torn, though, by where it's heading. on the one hand, I'm glad that the bad guys are thwarted and that our boys look like they're gonna be okay. on the other hand, I want the story to continue for years.

This is fucken hot as dude... Love how the faggot has accepted its true roll...

Continuation...a little long. Had to resolve a few plot points. It should heat up again next chapter. I think. _______________________________ Chapter 13) The gang bang had ended, and the thoroughly cowed faculty had been sent on their way, warned that if they complained, got medical treatment or went to the police, the video of them raping me would be posted on the internet and forwarded to the president of the university, the cops and the news media. I wanted to ruin them, but quietly: have my dad negotiate a huge financial settlement for all the guys in the frat, and as an additional condition demand the immediate resignation of all five of them. Or maybe just four. The “straight” math teacher – Larry – had turned into a complete cum dump. He was moaning to be fucked again after Mike and I had finished, so Carlos stepped up and rammed his enormous dick in Larry’s butt, shot another load and rubbed another one out of the so-called straight guy. He might be the best candidate as a puppet faculty advisor if I couldn’t convince everyone to play it my way, and we just held the threat of annihilation over the Gang of Five Creeps. But for now I was contemplating climbing the steep, narrow stairs. Every bone in my body hurt, I was hungry and exhausted; I shook my head and moaned, “I’ll have to sleep down here until I’m strong enough to make it up the stairs.” “Don’t worry baby, I’ll carry you,” said Carlos, as he hoisted me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “This is how we got you upstairs last night.” Had it only been a day? It felt like weeks…months. Once we made it to the basement level from the sub-basement, he shifted me so that he was now cradling me against his chest. “I’m sorry baby,” he murmured. “For what?” I asked. “I said I wouldn’t let anybody hurt you but…” “Oh fuck, not you, too,” I sighed. “I’ll tell you what I told Mike: I decided to do this. I could have left but I didn’t, remember? You said I had major cojones. And you did just fine – you’ve got a wicked uppercut.” He smiled weakly. I was too tired for any further argument and gave up. Ike was waiting to take over at the foot of the stairs from the basement to the main floor of the house; for the last lap, Mike carried me upstairs, and delivered me to Aiden and Aaron, who began clucking over me like a couple of mother hens immediately. Everyone else seemed to have gone to bed; it was just about 4:00 AM. “Okay, into the tub for a nice warm oatmeal bath,” said Aaron, as he walked me to the bathroom. “Then you should take Advil – five or so should do it, that’s equal to prescription strength, it won’t kill you,” he added as I shook my head. “And we have some lotion that you can use on your butt to ease the sting. No getting fucked for the next four days at least, better if you wait a week.” “You want something else to eat or drink, Darren?” Aiden asked. “Is there more soup,” I asked “and some crackers or toast or something? Maybe some hot tea?” “Sure, we’ve got all of that,” he said, and left to prepare my pre-dawn snack. Aaron helped me climb in the tub; the warm water was soothing and I sighed contentedly. “Thanks. I’m sorry you have to stay up and play nursemaid, you must be exhausted too.” “Aiden and I slept while Carlos and Ike monitored the video,” Aaron explained. “Plus who would know better than Aiden and me what you’d need after that ordeal?” He shook his head and sighed, then began stroking my hair. “They were extra vicious to you. Daddy Scorpio must have told them to do it, or convinced them you were a pain pig or something. It was when he started choking you that Carlos and Ike woke up everybody and we all ran down to stop it.” “I don’t think I ever said thanks for saving me. How did you get in? Does everyone know the code?” “Daddy Scorpio set it and he isn’t exactly tech-savvy. He used 5-4-3-2-1 as the combination, so it wasn’t hard to memorize,” Aaron said, rolling his eyes. I laughed for the first time in hours. Aiden arrived with a tray holding another large mug of hot chicken soup, a mug of hot tea with honey and lemon, and some toasted whole-grain bread spread with raspberry jam. I slowly ate and drank, holding the plate so that I didn’t get toast crumbs in the bath water. By the time I’d finished, the water had cooled; Aiden and Aaron helped me out of the tub, and handed me a towel to dry off. I could hardly keep my eyes open at that point. “Time for bed,” Aiden said. “You look like you’re going to fall asleep on your feet.” They led me to Mike’s room, but the bed was empty. “Where’s Mike?” I asked, disappointed. “He’s bunking on the floor in a sleeping bag in Ike’s and my room,” Aaron said. “He thought you’d want the bed to yourself.” I made a small, annoyed sound, turned my eyes heavenward and shook my head. “Can you please go get that idiot?” I asked. Aaron grinned and said, “Sure. I’ll send him over.” When Mike walked in he looked tired, but not as if he’d been woken out of a sound sleep. He seemed braced for something, tense. The teasing, sarcastic words I would usually have employed under these circumstances died on my tongue. “I don’t want to sleep alone,” I said simply, and felt my eyes sting. He obviously relaxed and said “Neither do I.” We got in his bed, and wrapped ourselves around one another. “Thinking about being with you was the only thing that got me through this night,” I whispered. Mike gently kissed my cheek; odd to think that he now represented safety and security given how it had all started. But I knew he was a good man with a good heart. Finally exhausted, I fell asleep with his arms wrapped around me, keeping me warm. ————————— We were awoken by a brisk knock at the door and then Aiden entered without waiting for a response. “Goddamn it,” I grumbled drowsily. “What is it about this fucking room?” I had a wicked headache. “Good morning to you, too,” Aiden said. He was carrying a large sack from which a tantalizing array of odors wafted: coffee, eggs, French fries and pancakes. “It’s noon, you’ve gotten seven hours of sleep and you’ve got a lot to do today. Ouch,” he said looking at me more closely. “That’s some shiner you’ve got there.” “What?!? Where’s your mirror?” I asked Mike. “I don’t have one in here,” Mike said. I looked at him disbelievingly. “How do you check out your outfits?” He shrugged. I rolled my eyes and went to the bathroom down the hall to take a look. A bruise spread over my left cheek bone, a lurid shade of deep purple, just beginning to go green and yellow on the edges. No wonder my head hurt. “I’m surprised you haven’t been arrested for crimes against fashion,” I told Mike when I returned to his room. “I have a mirror we can bring here when we move in my stuff today.” Mike’s smile was dazzling as he stroked my right cheek. “We’re moving your stuff here?” he asked. “Well, sure. I mean…unless you don’t want me to…” I trailed off, feeling foolish. He looked at me intently, seriously. “Of course I want you to.” “It’s time to eat,” Aiden said unsentimentally as he unpacked the paper bag. “Especially you, Darren, you’re running on chicken soup and fumes.” “Are you sure you’re not Jewish?” I asked. “You sound just like my mom.” Aiden smiled and shrugged. “And are you always this disgustingly cheerful in the morning?” I asked snarkily. He ignored me. “This is for you, Mike,” handed him a white plastic bag, “and you should take a couple more of these,” he said handing me a large bottle of ibuprofen and then finally left us to our breakfast. The plastic bag contained Mike’s medications; it turned out that Carlos had gotten the key to the cupboard where Daddy Scorpio kept everyone’s meds. There was orange juice, coffee, scrambled eggs, bacon (which I passed on), hot buttered toast, French fries, and pancakes with mixed berries and whipped cream. We sat on the floor and dug in. I hadn’t been aware of how hungry I was until I began to eat. “We’re going to have to figure out our next move before those bastards try anything,” I said, pausing my greedy inhalation of scrambled eggs. “I don’t trust any of them further than I can throw the Empire State Building. And I’m supposed to Skype with my parents tonight. With this eye I’m going to have to tell them something.” Mike grimaced. “I suppose you’re right. Is there any way they’ll keep it quiet?” I knew he was worried about his family finding out, and he wasn’t the only one with that problem. “I’m going to try to convince my dad to cut a deal with the college administration. They’re not going to want any publicity around this either, but my plan is that they have to pay out a lot of money to keep us quiet. Can I get just a part of the video to email if I need to persuade him?” “Carlos will set it up, he’s a whiz with computers. If your dad would negotiate for us, it’d be great,” Mike said. “My mom will probably want to write an article and then a book. I’ll try to stop her, but I know she’ll use pseudonyms.” Which if she named the University or any of the circumstances would be no shield at all. “Maybe she’ll be satisfied with just writing about me since everyone already knows everything about how I was born,” I finished sourly. Mike grinned. “I read her memoir for a writing class.” “Oh fuck,” I said. Of course they’d use it here because of Dad’s connection to the place. “C’mon, I thought it was sweet. There’s no doubt that they both really, really wanted you.” I sighed, rolled my eyes and barely refrained saying “whatever.” “Honey, we have to get you to the clinic today and get you on PeP,” Mike said, adroitly changing the subject. I felt torn – I didn’t really want HIV, but I didn’t want anything to come between me and Mike or my other friends. Seemingly reading my mind, Mike continued “We need to do this right, or your parents are going to be furious.” “I suppose so,” I acknowledged grudgingly. “And then you can transition to PreP, and we’ll be taking one of the same medications.” “What?” I said. “Yeah, I take Truvada to treat HIV. You’ll have to take it every day.” “Then what’s the point? I may as well just let myself convert,” I argued. “Darr, sweetheart, please just do this for me, okay?” he said, grasping my shoulders. “It’s going to be tough enough facing your mom and dad without missing something obvious like this.” “Ohh-kaaay,” I said, feeling oddly dejected. “You’re right. Since we’re going out, you wouldn’t happen to have my clothes, wallet and phone, would you?” “Tucked away in our chest of drawers,” he said nodding at the piece of furniture in question. Our – I liked the sound of that. “Your boots are in the closet.” We finished eating, took showers, shaved and I got dressed in the clothes I’d chosen especially for Friday night: a tight red t-shirt and tight black jeans with boots. I’d only worn them for a couple hours, so they were still fresh. Mike came up behind me, and pulled me back against him. I winced a little, still sore. “You look incredible. It was all I could do to keep from ripping that outfit off of you as soon as you walked in the door on Friday,” he murmured in my ear. I leaned back against him. “Then my plan worked.” “Definitely. Okay, places to go and things to do,” he said, leading me out of his room and down the steps. It took two trips to move all my belongings in Ike’s car, which I unpacked with the help of Mike, Carlos and McCloskey (whose first name I’d found out was Steve). I pointedly ignored their teasing about how much stuff I’d brought with me as we made room in the closet and dresser. Then I went with Mike to the clinic where I explained that I’d had unprotected sex and needed to start prophylaxis against possible HIV infection to a rather grouchy male nurse-practitioner. He insisted on a full physical and comprehensive blood work. One look at my battered anus got me prescriptions for an oral antibiotic and a topical ointment, as well as the Truvada, along with a lecture on safer sex and questions about the circumstances under which I’d had so much sex that my anal and rectal canals were so irritated. I brushed him off, but couldn’t avoid a follow-up appointment. Once back at the house, I curled up in the window seat in Mike’s room and caught up on some reading assignments. We had pizza for dinner, along with minestrone soup and salad. “Who’s paying for all this food?” I asked. “Daddy Scorpio,” said Aiden with a satisfied smile. “He’s hoping we’ll keep quiet, so it’s bribe. But none of us are above bribes.” Then, finally, the hard part: Skyping with Mom and Dad. I initiated the connection, and then moved so I’d be off screen. Mike, Carlos, Ike, Aiden and Aaron were in the room with me for moral support. “Darren, sweetie, is that you? Move over, we can’t see you,” my mom said. “Are you sitting down?” I asked. “Why?” my dad asked suspiciously. “Just tell me. And if you’re not sitting, please sit.” “Okay, okay, we’re both sitting,” my dad said exasperatedly. “What have you done now? Dyed your hair green and cut in a Mohawk?” I moved so that I was in their sight line, watched my mother’s jaw drop, and then her face crumple. “Darren, what happened?” she demanded. “From the looks of it, our charming son finally met his match and got socked in the eye for mouthing off.” I was irritated enough at his assumption I earned the bruise that I just blurted it out. “No. I was assaulted. Sexually.” “What?” my mother shrieked. “How did this happen? Have you seen a doctor, have you called the police?” “I went to a clinic and they took care of me and prescribed some medicine, you’ll see the charges on the insurance and my credit card. The police…it’s kind of complicated.” I had prepared my version carefully, memorizing a bulleted list that I’d shared with everyone with instructions to memorize it, or else I’d add them to any criminal complaint. That shut up Daddy Scorpio’s supporters in a hurry. “Complicated?” my dad said, looking skeptical. “Meaning…?” “I went on a date this past Friday, with a really nice guy, but…” “He’s not nice if he raped you,” my mother said flatly. “It wasn’t him. I said it was complicated. He’s the pref…president of a fraternity and he wanted me to pledge. We had a lovely time together. I met some of the guys, they’re great and I decided to join. When I left the Fraternity house, someone grabbed me, and took me to a basement room…” “Oh, my poor, sweet angel. I told you we should have him stay in New York,” my mom said turning on my dad furiously. “We would have been able to keep a closer eye on him.” Me mum had hit on the only upside I’d been able to find when Dad insisted I go to this bucolic setting for college: severing the umbilical cord. I loved Mom, but she had a tendency to hover. “But,” Dad began. “We’ve sent our son into the middle of a real-live Deliverance because you insisted that he attend your alma mater,” she said, reaching for tissues as she started to cry. “They weren’t hicks, mom,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Who did this?” my dad said, now angry. “Have you gone to the police or the campus authorities?” “I keep saying it’s complicated, Dad. Let me finish.” I took a deep breath. “It was several faculty members.” “Several. Faculty. Members?!?” said my dad, his face expressing how unlikely he thought this to be. “Who?” “Well, the guy who grabbed me is the football coach here…” “Zetcher? Impossible. I don’t believe it.” “Are you saying that I’m lying?” “You’d do anything to convince us to let you come back to New York, up to and including hitting yourself in the face with a two by four and then claiming you were raped. It’s not going to work.” I let my hurt show. “Okay. I was afraid of this. I didn’t want to, but I’m going to send you a video clip. Check your email.” I had the message ready to go that had the excerpt Carlos prepared attached, starting when Daddy Scorpio threatened me, then tackled me. I heard the ping on the family PC that indicated my email had arrived. Dad opened it and double-clicked on the attached mpeg. Next thing I heard was Daddy Scorpio’s yelling at me that I’d pay, my snarky comeback and then my scream as he tackled me. “Turn it off,” my mother said tearfully. “I can’t watch this!” “Darren…I…I’m sorry. I…” my dad stuttered. “You want to make up for it?” I said, irritated that my eyes were burning. “Come here. I need both of you,” and began to cry. “We’ll be there tomorrow, angel,” my mom promised. “As soon as we can get there.” “I have a deposition…” “Fuck the goddamn deposition, an associate or another partner will handle it if you explain that our son needs us, it’s a family emergency. Don’t say another word,” Mom warned my dad. I saw my friends exchange glances, wide-eyed at my mom dropping the “f” bomb. “Who made this video, and how did you get it?” he asked, and my mom’s eyes went to slits, her mouth a tight, straight line. “Friends who saved me.” “Huh?” Dad said, clearly completely perplexed. “Why didn’t they stop it from happening, then?” Time to play the trauma card. “Daddy, I’m exhausted, I have a headache and it’s all a little fuzzy. Can we talk tomorrow?” I gave them the address of the frat house so they could find me. “Try to get some sleep, angel,” said my mom as she dabbed her eyes. “We’re on our way,” just before we ended the session. “Baby, now I know where you get it,” said Carlos after I turned off my laptop. “Get what?” I asked. “That fearless mouth of yours,” he said admiringly. “Your mom sounds just like you!” “I think it’s the other way around, darling,” said Aaron. Aiden nodded his agreement and snickered. “Can you really sell them on this?” Mike asked. “Yeah, there’s a lot of gaps to account for,” Ike worried. “I’ll manage it. Somehow,” I assured them. They all look less than convinced. “It all hinges on the video and my testimony. And I will only testify as to what is on that video. There’s no proof for the rest.” And then a wave of fatigue washed over me. “I don’t about you guys, but I’m sleep deprived and have to face the parents tomorrow. So I’m ready to call it a night.” “Me too, Darr,” said Mike. The rest left our room for their own, we got ready (finally, my own toothbrush!) and snuggled together in bed. I fell asleep immediately. It was dark…I was in a room…Mike’s room? Or the “Chapel of the Scorpion”? What was just on the other side of the door over there? I knew I wasn’t alone…there was someone dangerous nearby, and I had to leave, but where’s the door? I saw someone – Daddy Scorpio? – coming towards me, tried to run then fell…and woke with a jolt and small shout. “Sweetheart, what is it?” Mike said as he turned on the bedside lamp. “A dream, just a dream,” I said as I tried to catch my breath. “Your heart is thumping a mile a second,” Mike said. “And you’re shaking. What was it about?” I shook my head, not wanting to relive it. “It’ll help, I promise. We’ve all been through it, the nightmares.” I thought a minute, and tried to hold on to the now-fading fragments of my dream. “I was someplace…” and I paused. “That’s a good start,” said Mike gently. I made a face at him, concentrated again. “I thought it was this room, then it changed to the room in the sub-basement, but it didn’t look the same. I saw a door but I knew someone was in the room and that they were going to try to hurt me,” I said, my breathing getting shallower. “And then I think I saw The Father…” “Daddy Scorpio,” Mike prompted. “Remember?” I smiled weakly. “Yeah, Daddy Scorpio. And he started towards me, I couldn’t find the door – it was gone – and then I tripped and was falling. That’s when I woke up.” He didn’t say anything else, just held me close. “Are you sure he can’t get in here?” I asked. I hadn’t thought about it before. Mike smirked. “All the locks were changed and the guys put bolts on all the doors inside. The frat operating fund paid for it. He’s locked out, believe me. Try to relax,” Mike said and kissed me on the forehead. “You’re trembling like a leaf.” I tried closing my eyes, and breathing deeply and rhythmically. The shakiness of the dream persisted, but I tried to hold still and let Mike sleep. “Still can’t sleep?” he asked. So much for that. “Yeah, sorry. Maybe I should sleep on the floor, or the couch in the living room.” “Don’t be stupid,” Mike said, sounding a little more awake. “There’s no point in neither of us sleeping.” “Let’s try something,” he said, and nuzzled my neck, began zeroing in on my hotspots. “This isn’t going to relax me,” I gasped. “I’ll want you to fuck me, and we can’t. That means I’ll be awake and horny.” “There’s other things we can do – let me take care of you” he whispered, then pressed his mouth to mine, and gently pushed his tongue between my lips. He was a fantastic kisser, and just let him take over though I felt frustrated that I couldn’t take him inside of me. Then he began working his way down: my ears, my jaw, my neck again, my chest, lazily tonguing my nipples as I twisted under him. He followed my belly down to the groin where he flicked a teasing tongue over the femoral artery, his warm mouth closing gently over my cock. I moaned as he increased the suction and began to lightly play with my balls; from the rhythmic pumping I could sense that he was simultaneously beating himself off. I could feel the buzz start in my lower back, and began to follow the nerves of my pelvis, to the root of my dick, no holding back now. My load shot into his warm, accommodating mouth. Mike didn’t let up on the suction and I writhed with pleasure so intense that it felt like torture. Then he was up on his knees and shooting his load on my chest and stomach. He lay down and kissed me again, tracing patterns in the load he’d unleashed on my abdomen. “I’m drawing hearts,” he murmured. I giggled weakly; the tension was gone. Mike seemed to sense the change. “They say sex is better than valium for relaxation,” he told me as he reached for the box of tissue that’d been left on the nightstand and gently cleaned me up. “Case in point,” I said sleepily. “Sleep tight, honey,” he answered. I felt him pull me close as I dropped into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Thanks for everyones thoughts on this. By way of an update - have been on Prep for a while now, which has generally made me a lot more relaxed about fucking I have to say, only downside I do get some tiredness from taking it. Took me quite a while to feel comfortable taking raw cock - but the more you have the more you want. Only had 2 anon loads so far, but experience has been great - had one in a sling in club the other week and it was the best experience I have had in years. Also realised my long held fantasy of taking multiple raw cocks in a gloryhole - which could easily become my main hobby - only wish there more glory holes in london. I have also found I enjoy sex more and am less picky about who have it with, which has meant I have had a lot more fun. Also realised there is no comparison to sex with a condom and bareback, raw cock does transform it into almost spiritual experience for me. Not sure where I go next, I know there are still risks (though I have oddly become more accepting of the possibility of HIV even though I know Prep works), but taking raw cock just feels right for me;there is a lot more I want to do and I think I could easily become a complete cum slut - which I think is the road I have always been on. Though I have to ask myself what drives me to this - which goes beyond the simple enjoyment of the fucking - or possibly I should just accept it:)

I am turning into a cum slut too. Taking raw loads is so hot (like giving them too). Have a load inside me from last night. The poz thing is also a huge turn on, but not sure I am ready for the reality just yet.

He looked me up and down, and licked his lips. "So, you still looking for some cock, bud?" He dropped himself into the reclining chair in my living room and grinned at me. I was a little shocked. I'd never been faced with a guy bigger than me, never realized that with this one I wasn't going to choose to have what he gave, but that he could take it whether I liked it or not. I nodded, and stammered a bit as I said "Yeah, I dropped a little molly and now 'm feeling like some fun." I laughed a little self consciously, "what can I say, molly makes me slutty". He looked at me silently for a few seconds, and then said, abruptly, "C,mere then, slutty, and show me why I should stick around...", He leaned back in the recliner, reached down and undid his belt, opened his fly, and slipped his jeans down. I gasped as his cock sprang out. It was bigger than it looked in the pics. Thicker too, an upward curving, thick prow of a thing, it was as big as long as my wife's forearm, and thicker than her wrist. It bobbed a bit as he pushed his pants down a little further. I took a step towards him, and dropped to my knees. Leaning forward, I felt his hands on the back of my head as I opened my mouth. He pulled me in as I opened wide, and the head slipped between my lips as he twisted his hands to angle my throat. Expertly rolling his hips, he was at my tonsils before I could blink. I would have gasped, but there was no way air was getting in or out of my lungs until he let go. I blinked, he pushed again. I gagged, he pushed harder, and suddenly he was past and his flat belly was against my nose. Ten inches of cock was literally filling my throat, his hands holding me in position, and I heard him groan distantly as he pulsed. Suddenly I realized what was happening. He had taken my throat in the first ten seconds, and now that pulsing was a load. He was cumming already, straight into my belly. Fuck. So much for my plans. Bitterly I began to pull back from his cock, when his hands clenched and he pulled me back down. His fingers dug into my jaw as I began to struggle, starting to feel the need to breathe. I pulled back harder, to no avail. I grunted, unable to complain, and tried to pull away. My heart was pounding, my lungs aching, I needed air! I began to struggle, to thrash around, but he had me securely. His fingers locked in my jaw, I couldn't even bite down, and as blackness began to close in from the edges my vision I realized two things. First, that I was about to black out, choked out by cock. Secondly, that I was myself as hard as rock...

oral swallowed - 172 assed fucked and breed - 185 my ass breed - 75

My GOAL this year is to average 50 LOADS in my ASS each Month. Summer is usually busy, not winter. When I had my Mac, it had a iTrick feature... let you rate the guy, his looks, honesty performance as well as regular stats or info you wanted to keep track. I used the traditional calender, but some days are blank and others have too many entries to list. I ACCEPT ALL LOADS, Neg or POZ with a STRONG request on taking POZ CUM! Now I keep it in a journal/notebook. Who/Where we played, where he shot his load. I will swallow CUM but it is just EXTRA and DOES NOT count. LOADS MUST be DEPOSITED in my ASS (1-guy or several) ALL LOADS mix in my Well USED OPEN HOLE.

Faggot Hole- I really do wish you would take a vacation , and let me "fill in" for you-- fuck-68 loads in your hole already-- I am SO envious ( but still, glad you are getting good dicking) SO, 2015 ended on a dead note for me- but I was feeling better and got my sling rocking on the 3rd of Jan, and tried my best to keep it rocking on all my days off. El nino was really El No No several days I had off- cold and rainy, and no one was in the fucking mood to fuck. As of 31 January, I have managed to get the following: Loads planted in the ass 13 ( had more loads actually shot in, but they were back to back loads from the same guy, so only counted as 1 session in my tally) Loads fed me orally 3 Fists taken, for a minimum of 10 minutes but usually 45 min or longer 9 I even voyaged into one of the local porn theaters one rainy day hoping to boost the load count,when the internet failed to generate any play- only to discover all the other bottoms in town had the same idea,and were lined up on the walls waiting for any top to come in the booths.Lucky me, I was able to lure a little latino into a booth and let him skull/gag fuck my throat- nice load. And he was out of the place like a bolt of lightning as soon as he had zipped up!

I understand your desire for BB. My first time was BB (2 loads) and on my drive home, I couldn't stop thinking about his loads being deep inside me, being absorbed. A much better experience than if he'd been covered. 4 dozen cocks later, few have been taken covered. Nature meant for seed to be pumped into other people, not into condoms. Are there risks? Of course! Everything is life has risks. If you want to reduce the risks, use PrEP or try to be selective (and hopefully your top will be honest and also truly know his status). But, if you are a committed barebacker and take enough loads, accept the fact that sooner or later you'll be converted. You may even become a bug chaser, if only to get it over and done with, but then, you'll be into a new phase in your life. But life is simply a series of phases, some more significant than others. Everything has consequences. Some things, like the pill, can reduce the chances of the consequences, or supposedly eliminate them. Whether to take the pill is your choice. With or without it, take every cock's load deep inside you and accept the consequences, either neutral or not. Life is a process, an evolution. Given time, you will accept that someday, some load will convert you. Either do what you can to evade that moment, while still enjoying life, wait for the moment to happen and accept the consequences when it does, or chase the bug to get the transition past you so you no longer have to worry whether or not the next cock has a load with your name on it. But go bareback and savor every load.

we gotta help this dude. hopefully some of you UK guys (the dudes in England, not the basketball freaks in Lexington) step up your efforts. you tops should realize that giving a mercy fuck is a good thing. We have all needed one from time to time and appreciate the top who says what the hell.....i will fuck that. On the other side, it seems as if there is an near endless supply of bottoms who will give it up for a top without much coaxing required. my getting laid at least once is really getting laid at least once a day (on average). my goal is a 1000 loads and only loads from different cocks count (at least during one fuck session). So the dude who breeds me twice during the same session only gets counted once. if he cums back the next day, it does count again. Might be a bit tricky to count when in a sling or on a bench...so any public fucking counts---regardless of frequency. so far this year I am averaging a bit over one a day.....and hope to bump that up a bunch in the near future.

I am a type A. So results matter to me. Been tracking mine so far. So far in 2016, I have bred 6 holes. And counting.

Hey Fur- happy new year( and to everyone else as they read in this post) and many hot loads to you! I stay very low tech- i already have my 2016 wall calendar -the type with a 2 x 2 inch box for each day of the week, Each day at the end of the day before going to bed I log any play for the day- in my case a total bottom; I track loads taken in my ass , then my mouth, fists taken, and finally piss received, with just simple A-# O-# F-# P-# ( or any combination of the letters if I only got fisted, say, I would just mark F-1, even if the same guy fisted me twice in a session --) It keeps it innocent, anyone who is checking out the date and sees the marks has no clue what they mean, and if they get too curious, it can always be played off as me tracking co workers who annoyed me that day at work by degree ( asshole- obnoxious, fucking useless, pain in the ass LOL) Mine is hanging in the kitchen, so I know I will be near it just before taking my meds and going to bed for the night-- hope this helps some of you thinking about tracking your own numbers. As for goals, I am really hoping to have sex at least ,on average once a day , every day--but for now, I will just be overjoyed for a solid circle of top guys who can be counted on for loads regularly,no drama, no games, and no extra issues.And should they even want a good fuck and then haul my ass out for a coffee and chat--bonus!!!

Here in the south there's nomshortage of black tops in search of white holes to,fuck. In fact, most white guys here are bottom.

After five years together, Travis was itching to have a new cock in him. His lover, James, was becoming increasingly irritating in the past few months. James was quick to insult Travis and insisted on playing "Devil's Advocate" in any discussion. And the sex wasn't that great. Travis still wanted to try and make the relationship work, even though he craved a better fuck. Travis was happily surprised when James suggested the possibility of a threesome. He tried not to seem too excited. They both agreed to give it a try with a few rules: 1) The "third" must be versatile 2) Safe sex only 3) No kissing Travis had a fourth rule he thought best not to share with James: the guy must be hung. Travis longed for a big dick to be in him again. James was 'just average', which felt too small by comparison to the other cocks Travis had previously enjoyed. They decided to post a Craigslist ad - and reviewed candidates together. With more than twenty replies, they had a hard time agreeing until Albert's e-mail arrived. He looked so attractive and fit, that they assumed he was fake at first look. A few e-mails later, more pictures were swapped; and Albert seemed real enough. "I don't know, though," James said at one point, "he's so hung. I don't want him to hurt you." Travis shrugged off the remark, again trying to conceal his excitement. They both agreed to invite Albert over; and Albert agreed to the "rules" they discussed. However, Albert had two secrets he wasn't going to share: first, he only planned to fuck Travis and second, he was POZ. After a few glasses of wine and what felt like an eternity of small talk to Travis, Albert got the action going by asking "So, when do we get to the bedroom?" A few minutes later, they were all naked. Albert's athletic body was as attractive as the thick piece of meat between his legs, Travis decided. Still, Travis tried not to stare. "I'm going to need to fuck Travis first before I bottom for you," he told James, "because I need to be really turned on before getting fucked." James didn't like the sound of this, but agreed. James pulled out condom and a lube from the nightstand, and Albert prepared himself. "This isn't going to last for long," Albert mused to himself. Albert's cock was massive; and Travis was somewhat afraid of the entry about to occur, as he should have been. Despite plenty of lube and an initial fingering, Travis was too tight for Albert. After a handful of failed attempts, Albert suggested, "look .. why don't I just try it raw - just for a little bit to loosen him up. Then I'll put on the condom once he's able to take it." James frowned, "I dunno .. we need to be safe." Travis was silent, trying to hold back his eagerness then replied, "Well, if it's only for a short time, I guess it's fine .. just don't put the entire thing in." Travis was rock-hard as he thought about the big cock awaiting him. James was nervous, and consequently, quite soft. James had put on a few pounds over the years, and was also feeling self conscious about his lack of physique as he looked at Albert's muscles and his boyfriend's boyish body. Albert quickly pulled off the condom, applied more lube to his cock and Travis's hole and slowly made his way toward Travis's twink hole. "Mmm, " Travis moaned as he felt the head brush against his hole. James was annoyed by his boyfriend's apparent eagerness. "Are you ready for a real cock?" Albert asked, showboating in front of James. "Yeah, give it to me!" Travis quickly replied, not considering his boyfriend was being insulted by the question. A strong but slow push,and Albert's tip was in. Travis gasped. "Go slow, you're hurting him," James advised. "No, it's okay" Travis replied. He would rather take it more quickly so that he could get used to it more quickly. Albert pushed in the first couple inches more quickly. "oh FUCK!" Travis replied, "you're ...fuck...you're...HUGE!" Albert let his cock rest for a couple of moments to let Travis adjust. Albert leaned forward and kissed Travis. Travis quickly offered him his tongue and then James protested, "Hey we said no kissing!" Albert pulled away, and replied "Oh sorry, I forgot and it looked like he needed that to take his mind off the pain." Travis licked his lips, hoping for more 'forgetting'. Albert slowly picked up his pace, and the burning of Travis's ass was slowly becoming manageable - and pleasurable. "That feels AMAZING," Travis nearly blurted. James remained soft, and felt jealousy building. "Ready for a little more?" Albert asked. Travis said "Yes!" at the same time James said, "No, don't go too deep." "Alright," Albert said, yet he still pushed another couple inches into Travis, much to Travis's delight. "Oh yes! Fuck me!" Travis begged. His hole never felt as stretched; and he felt a pleasure he never experienced from a cock before. Albert pulled back an inch and slowly pushed it back in, even further than he had gone thus far. The thought of unloading his poz jizz into this twink's hole kept him rock-hard. James was annoyed, "Let's stop and put on the condom now." "Right," Albert replied while Travis tried to hide his frown and frustration. Albert had no intention of stopping his breeding, and proceeded with the plan he had in mind. "Um...my cock is stuck. I can't pull it out," Albert lied as he made fake faces of annoyance. "What?" James asked. "He's so tight, I can't pull it out. I'm seriously stuck, man." Travis took advantage of this opportunity and chimed in with "Ouch .. please don't pull back .. that hurts." Even though, in reality it felt beyond good. "What the fuck?" James was bewildered and angry. "Hey man, it's not my fault his hole is so tight," Albert shot back. James was getting pissed, but he tried to keep his cool. "Trying fucking me a little more, and maybe it will loosen me up," Travis suggested, excited about the turn of events. "I don't know," James answered. Albert had all the permission he needed, and resumed with gentle thrusts while Travis bit his lip and savored the combination of pleasure and pain from the assault his ass was taking. "I love it!" Travis couldn't help but to share. "Yeah, take my big dick. Take it all," Albert egged him on. "Fuck yeah!" Travis agreed. James was dumbfounded. He sat at the edge of the bed, feeling stupid and left out. Albert had another memory lapse, and leaned forward for another taste of Travis's tongue. "Hey stop kissing!" James commanded. Albert and Travis seemed to both silently agree to ignore him for another five seconds while their tongues explored each other. Albert was feeling emboldened by Travis's willingness and calmly stated, "Look, it's pretty obvious the rules don't make sense anymore." He then leaned forward and shoved his tongue back into Travis who shared his again in return. James didn't know what to say. He had never been so upset. He was shaking and he watched Albert pump his huge cock into his boyfriend, and kiss him so aggressively. Travis was too overwhelmed with with ecstasy to even notice James protest anymore. He moaned louder than James every heard with each thrust. "Try to pull out now," James nearly begged. "Nope, still stuck," Albert answered with no effort of faking faces this time. "Well, don't go all the way in" James tried to negotiate. "Okay, I'll try not to," Albert said without much conviction. "Oh God! Fuck me!" Travis nearly screamed. "Fuck me with your fuckin' huge cock!" The sun had just set; and the light from the window was nearly all gone. James couldn't see how much of the huge cock Travis was getting. He flipped on a lamp. "No baby, turn it off please," Travis said trying to catch his breath, "it's too bright in my eyes." "Fine," James said with much irritation in his voice as he turned the light off. James tried to ignore the slapping noises that were becoming even louder. "Oh FUCK .. YES! Pound me !!!" Travis pleaded. James's eyes flooded with tears as he realized he was now powerless and his boyfriend was getting the best fuck of his life right in front of him. "Yeah, take it, you little slut. Take every inch!" Albert instructed as he he quickened his pace and made every thrust go to the hilt. Travis grunted, panted and moaned, and struggled to reply with "Yes ! I'm your slut! Pound my slutty ass!" James covered his face with his hands as he couldn't watch any more. "Ready for my load?" Albert asked. "Fuck yeah! I'm about to explode. Cum in me!!!" Travis barked back. "No!" James blurted. But, nobody was paying attention to him any longer. "Please don't cum in him!" James said trying not to sob. "Here it comes!" was Albert's only reply. Travis's else felt impossibly stretched and he was on the verge of erupting any moment, "Fuck me! Fill me with your cum! Cum in me! Fuck me!" "Arrggh!" Albert exclaimed, and nearly simultaneously, Travis cried out in pleasure as well. Travis shot his load all over his stomach as he felt the huge pulsating cock pumping jizz into him. James was numb by too much emotion at this point. He stared into the darkness but felt some relief thinking that at least this was about to end. Time slowed down now. After a few minutes of silence, Travis's voice broke the silence. "Damn, are you still fully hard?" he asked. "Oh yeah, " Albert answered, "I guess my cock can't get enough of your ass." James was in total disbelief, "This is bullshit. I'm leaving." Travis tried to stop him, "Baby, I'm sorry. It's not my fault" but James stormed out and slammed the door. Travis was actually relieved that James had left, and he apologized to Albert, "I'm sorry that he wasn't very nice. I know this wasn't your fault." Albert replied by kissing Travis; and Travis gladly accepted his tongue back in his mouth without having to worry about any false protests. "Ready for another round?" Albert asked.

"fucking nice tight cunt" my mate Anton grinned as he plowed his fat cock in and out of the boys bum "where did you find him?", I smirked as the boy gagged a little on my dick "he's the fucking pizza delivery boy", Anton laughed grabbing the boys hips and gave him a few nice hard pumps, the boy slobbered and sucked I got a nice lump of tina handing it to Anton who pulled his dick out the boys arse and roughly pushed the bump deep into the ginger boys pussy "boy you is so going to get so fucked tonight" Anton growled. I pulled my cock out of the boys mouth and slapped him round the face with it, " on the bed boy" he scrambled off of his knees and onto the bed, "on your knees and spread your legs white boy" I rubbed my fat cock up and down his arse crack, his tweaked boi pussy lips were puckering as if to give my cock head a kiss as I lined my dick up and pushed "oh daddy" he groaned as my large mushroom head popped through his swollen arse lips and his cunt literally sucked my dick deep into him "oh yeah good boy" I whispered as I gently started to fuck him stretching and tugging his boihole out as my dick pushed in and out of his arse, Anton was by now on the bed grabbing the boy by his ginger hair and shoving his cock into the boys mouth. I enjoyed slow long dicking his arse as I listened to him groaning and slobbering on Anton's dick, gradually I started to fuck a bit harder, thrusting my cock deep into him as I held onto his bubble hard hard, "fuck man what a boy!" I turned my head to see another mate Johnson casually standing in the doorway, I ground my cock deep into the boys arse and winked at Johnson "pipes on the side", Johnson grinned "fuck yeah" as he started to strip, Anton was thrusting his dick in and out of the boys mouth as Johnson blew some clouds and stepped up beside me watching my cock fuck in and out of the ginger boys pussy, "Jesus man that's hot" as he pulled on his own big cock watching as my cock spasmed and jerked casually dumping the second load of the night deep into the boys arse. i stayed in the boy, fucking him enjoying the feeling of my load sloshing round my cock in his hole as Anton groaned and spunked in the boys mouth "that's it boy fucking swallow that load", i pulled my cock out of the boys hole and smirked at the dribble of my spunk that followed it, Johnson caught the cum that had dribbled out and rubbed it round the boys hole "fuck look at the boys hole leak daddy cum" i grinned "two loads of poz babymakers in his pussy", Johnson slipped two fingers into the boy making the boy groan "you want more dick and poz cum boy?" as he twisted his fingers in the boys hole making him squirm and cry out "yes Daddy fuck me oh please fuck me" Johnson laughed "happy to oblige you fucking whore" flipping the boy over onto his back and spreading his legs, the boys eyes were glazed over and full of lust as he watched the big black bulking form climb between his pale white spread legs, Johnson stroked his cock as Anton grabbed one of the boys legs and I the other lifting them and placing them over Johnsons wide shoulders, the boys eyes widened when he saw Johnson's massive black meat aiming for his boi pussy, Johnson spat on the boys face and slid into the sluts hole with one shove, the boy screamed 'oh fuck god!!" as Johnsons big dick filled him up "you'll never forget this night boy" he grunted as he started to dick the boy good and hard.