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I popped over to my favourite sauna last month, it was heaving with people in the darkroom. I managed to squeeze my way into the backroom and was confronted with several people offering their arses for a good fucking. I was already stiff and proceeded to give one a good shafting whilst others were enjoying themselves. When I pulled out, I was immediately grabbed by someone else to be fucked. I was overwhelmed by the active fuck frenzy in the place. I then swapped places and fucked him. Over the first hour, I'd fucked another three people. So it was 5 barebacks fucks to one received. The second hour continued in a similar vein with 3 of those I'd fucked wanting more action, interspersed with two people one giving, one receiving who actually wanted to use a condom. The final hour had me flagging somewhat, two fumbles rather than good fucks and one guy who took me from behind but didn't carry on for too long. But then another guy was really keen to fuck me and managed to get me into a good position and ploughed me hard and long before giving me his much needed lubrication before he pulled out. Finally a well hung guy got me to suck him before turning me around and fucking me hard using the last load to lubricate his thrusts, he had great stamina before unloading himself into me, it felt great. Over three hours I'd barebacked 5 different men and been barebacked by four, two of whom had unloaded their warm spunk into me. When I got home after this marathon session of 16 fucks in 3 hours, the loads finally gushed out of me!

Hey, I recently joined, and thought it would be fun to tell you guys how I recently had my first ever bareback experience! Hope you enjoy.... I had been wondering for a while if I would ever try bareback. I had been with a few guys but each time we had strictly used condoms. Well, I had been talking to an older man, (45ish), for some time and I decided 'Enough is enough. I need to try bareback'. We arranged to meet in a car park and then go back to his place. When we actually met we make some small talk but inwardly I was quite nervous about what I had in mind. As we got to his house, and through the door, he pushed me up against the wall and began kissing me as he grabbed my ass. (Goddam, I love a rough daddy). I slid my hands down his trousers and couldn't believe the size of his cock. He had told me upfront it was big, but I hadn't seen pics, so I was stunned. He was packing a rather thick, nine inch dick. My initial thought was 'How is that monster going to fit into my ass?' He forced me into his bed and, positioned my head so it was hanging off the side, immediately then thrusting his dick into my mouth and face-fucking me. I think I managed to take about seven inches down my throat before I was gagging and heaving! He removed his cock from my mouth, lubed up his fingers and my ass, and as I lay there, teased my hole with his fingers, slowly slipping one, then two, then three and finally four fingers into me. God, he stretched my hole, prepping me for his tool. After several minutes he concluded I was ready. He flipped me onto my back and mounted me, his massive cock dangling over my tight hole. Lubing his cock with a small amount of lube, he began to prod my hole, finally he pushing his thick head into my ass. It was like nothing I had felt before. I could feel each vein, and every inch of his dick. My eyes rolled back as he pushed himself all the way in, balls-deep. Before I could completely relax, however, he started me by slapping me, and grunting "Look you little bitch. I'm gonna ruin this little hole of yours." Then he fucked me senselessly for a good twenty minutes! Then, placing me into a doggy position, he resumed a fucking, gradually slowing-up. I could feel his cock well-up with cum and I thought 'This is it, my first load bareback. There's no going back from here'. He pushed in one more time right to the hilt and shot a massive hot load into my ass. I could virtually feel his cum shooting into my guts. And it felt absolutely amazing! When he withdrew he ordered me to lick his cock clean. Of course I complied, cleaning the leftovers off of his massive cock, even as the cum began oozing out my used hole. I couldn't have asked for a better first load. Safe to say I've been back a few more times since! Maybe it's time I branch out to a few different loads now!

A few times I got stealth--tops would fuck me with condom then sometime during it they slipped it off came up my hole and split before I realized. When I'd find out at first I was surprised, but turned on too. One guy said "safe sex only" then when he was eating me out, slipped his big dick in and came. I thought he put it on before he entered me--he didn't. He got up went to the bathroom and I saw the condom still in its wrapper. I came just realizing this hot "safe" stud just bred me! Once in a cruisy park I started playing with a hottie, then two others joined in, all cute and sexy. then one at a time they fucked me holding me in place with someones dick in my mouth, then the next slid in and bred me. When they were done taking turns breeding they zipped up and left me with my jeans at my ankles 3 loads up my ass, no conversation. I was so hot processing just what happened I jerked off feeling my tummy hole. After these incidents I realized how much I liked it raw and my place as a cumdump.

Part 3 As Seth was reaching his eminent orgasm I was getting Randy nice and hard. I figured he'd fuck me next. The question in my mind was do I let him bareback me as Seth already has. What happened next took me totally by surprise. As Randy began to feed me his cock he said to Seth "Is he as hot of a fuck as I thought he would be?" Seth let Randy know that I was a hotter fuck then he imagined and I was primed for more raw cock. Seth then pulled his softening cock from my hole. As Randy was ready to take his place he asked if Seth had a prepared point for him to use. I wasn't sure what they were talking about until I saw Seth handed Randy a syringe. Seth asked me if I'd like to try a point. I was totally clueless by this point and my head seemed a little foggy (for some strange reason). Randy, who had me pinned to the bed with his hard cock already lodged inside me, answered for me in the affirmative. I could barely see as Seth approached my right side. I could feel a tight strap on my upper arm as I asked what were they doing. Seth and Randy were talking like I wasn't in the room as he told his roommate that he had already snaked a few good shard and his Tina covered cock inside me earlier. I then felt a coolness on my arm followed by a slight pinch. Then the tight strap on my arm was removed and my entire world changed. I had a strange taste in the back of my mouth and began to cough out hard as Randy let up on the force he was using to hold me down to the bed. Then I watched as they both injected something (probably the same stuff I was just given) into their arms. Each guy coughed out (not as hard or as many times as I had) as I swear I felt Randy's cock grow inside me). Randy said he loved being inside a dudes ass when he slams before doing his own slam and that I was in for a good fucking and probably a couple loads before he'd pull out. By this point the only thing on my mind was getting fuck by him and anyone else I could find. Randy then set about to do exactly as he described as Seth left the room leaving the door open for anyone to see the action. My attention returned to Randy and his cock fucking my hungry hole. Suddenly I was made aware of a small crowd that began to gather at the door. It was a turn on to be watched as Randy began to add his own load to what Seth had already deposited. Like his roommate he never let up until he gave a total of 3 loads before pulling out. Before someone else could mount me Seth returned to announce that the sling was open and being held for me.

Part I My parents had separated when I was young. My dad moved to Gainesville, Florida and took a job as a professor at the local university. I was left living with my mom, and my two younger brothers and two younger sisters. There was always commotion in the house and never a moment of privacy. When I got to my senior year of high school I received a scholarship for swimming to the university my dad worked at. When I told my dad he was extremely happy for me and told me if I didn’t want to live in the dorms I could live with him. I jumped at the chance to live with him and reconnect. I would also have much more privacy. I moved in with my dad that summer and found I was loving my freedom. Dad let me come and go as I please without having to answer to him. School started and I fell into a regular routine of classes, swim practice and swim meets. I knew from a young age that I was attracted to guys but had never acted on it. I loved seeing my teammates in their speedos and in the shower. I would fantasize at night about them and jack off to them. At my first swim meet I came in fourth in the butterfly stroke. I was not pleased with this and decided I needed to practice more. So on Sunday evening I went to the pool to practice more. The pool was open to all. Part of the pool had designated swimming lanes and the rest was for swimming as you pleased. There were several families there with their kids. The swimming lanes were empty. I swam a few laps and was feeling warmed up and ready to practice hard. As I swam to the end of my lane and began to execute my turn, I kid jumped into the pool and landed on my back. My back began to instantly hurt me. The kid apologized and the mother ran over to make sure I was ok. I told her I would be fine. I got out and headed to the hot tub to soak my aching back. When I got home I rubbed down with muscle relaxer and took some pain pills. The next morning my back was still killing me. I went to the coach and explained what had happened. The coach immediately sent me to one of the universities sports doctors. I arrived at the doctor’s office and they took me back to the examination room immediately. Dr. Kirst walked in and introduced himself with a firm handshake. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was young for a doctor I thought. I stood about six feet tall and looked about 180 or so. He had light brown hair neatly parted at the side and deep green eyes. He told me to disrobe and put on the gown. He left the room for a few minutes and returned. He told me to lay on my stomach so he could look at my back. He began to pressing on different areas and I yelled out in pain when he touched my lower back just about my ass crack. He then asked me to stand up and drop the robe. He began to feel my balls and asked me to cough. I tried not to get hard but my cock began to stiffen at his touch. He asked me to sit back down on the table. He explained that I just had a serious muscle pull in my back and needed to take some pain medication and begin physical therapy. He said I should be back to swimming in two weeks. He handed me the prescription for the pain medication and said he had one other medication that was experimental and wanted to try out. I said that was fine that I just wanted to heal as fast as possible. He reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a syringe with a clear liquid in it. He explained that it would be injected into a vein in my arm. He placed a tourniquet around my arm and found a vein. He inserted the needle and pulled back the plunger and blood appeared. He told me I would feel a warm sensation and that I would need to cough. With that, he pushed to liquid into my vein and took the tourniquet off. I began to cough very hard and felt very warm. I felt another sensation as well….I was very horny. The doctor excused himself a minute. When he left I couldn’t help but begin to touch my cock and rub my hands all over my body. I wanted sex and I wanted it now. I slid my finger in my ass and closed my eyes and began to moan quietly “Dr. Kirst please fuck me.” I was so into the sensation that I did not know that Dr. Kirst had reentered the room. Suddenly I heard a voice in my ear that said “I will gladly fuck you Adam.” I was startled at first. The doctor grabbed me and told me this was a normal reaction after taking the experimental drug. He began running his hands over my body and leaned in and kissed me. I had never been with a guy I confessed to him. He said he would teach me all about man on man sex. He told me he did not have much time now since he had other patients to see but he would give me and introductory lesson on man on man sex. He bent my over the table and began playing with my ass. I was extremely turned and began wiggling my ass and moaning softly. He undid his pants and dropped them to the ground. I looked and saw his erect penis. It was a monster. It had to be nine inches and thick. He rubbed it against my ass and said “This is want you want isn’t it Adam?” I mumbled “Yes but it is so big I don’t think I can take it.” Dr. Kirst replied, “Trust me Adam, you can. After all I am the doctor.” With that he reached over to the counter and took a tube of KY and spread it on my ass and on his huge throbbing cock. He slid a finger in and I moaned in ecstasy. He removed his finger and placed the tip of his cock on my warm hole. He leaned over and placed his hand on my mouth and said “here comes my cock stud.” He slid in with all his might. I screamed with pain and pleasure into his hand. “Relax you will love it.” He began sliding in and out of me with greater force and I actually relaxed and got into him fucking me. “Fuck doc, fuck me.” He picked up the pace and whispered in my ear “ready for my hot cum?” “Yes please give it to me!” With that had straighten up and began trusting harder and he pushed in as far as he could. I felt a warm sensation flood my ass and felt his cock pulsating as he shot load after load into my ass. The doctor pulled his pants up and took out his note pad and wrote something on it and handed it to me. He told me that this session was not over and that he still need to explain more about the experimental drug. He told me to get dressed. After I dressed he walked me out and told me to make sure I got my prescriptions filled. Once outside and opened the note. It simple read “8:00 pm 1212 Oakton street”. I was confused but intrigued and still horn as fuck. As I walked home I couldn’t help but get turned on by every hot guy I saw. I wanted them to fuck me too. What was going on?

So how else gets off on feeding used condoms into their ass? i hate good cum going to waste... I love feeding random used condoms and feeding it to my cunt... and licking it clean

Not much of a story: got drunk, got followed, got fucked, got dumped on the side of the road. But I WILL have a better story after my anon gangbang tomorrow night!

any total pervs wanna chat with me? my new kik is gingerfagsub and my skype is "ginger fagsub" neg total sub bottom boi here... got a list of kinks and stuff on my profile, but no limits soooooo lolol don't hold back

a conversion party sounds amazing

Last two loads were hot First one is from a bottom bud of mine that was visiting town. His profile says safer only and in the text "no bb ever." The last time he came over he took my raw cock and this time no different. He backed on my dick raw and got my raw cock for a good 20 minutes. The only difference is this time he begged me to shoot my huge load in him. Was all too happy to comply. The other night I met up with a bud in a sleazy hotel. He lives a couple hours from me so this was a good compromise. He's only ever fucked me with condom, but he shoved his fat uncut dick in my ass raw. 15 minutes later he shot a huge load in my ass. So worth the drive.

Education: 01 - A Long Introduction Part 2 RJ thrust into Tony long and hard one last time before slowly sliding out of Tony's raw hole so that he could try out their bud's new fucktoy. Mitch had left Andrew's hole wanting more, and it winked at the two men, a hint of the previous top's cum bubbling out before being pulled back in. "You like taking cock after cock, huh?" RJ asked Andrew. He nodded. "Good boy." RJ ran his finger around Andrew's wet hole and growled. It pulsed and sucked at the man's touch, and Andrew writhed in pleasure at the thought of being filled again. The young man pressed his hips toward his bearish new friend. "I think he wants you inside him," Tony laughed, touching his own empty hole. "You want RJ to make you feel good?" "Yes please," Andrew whispered in response. "Can I make you feel good too?" Tony asked. "Fuck yes," Andrew said. "I just want to be filled again." RJ and Tony locked eyes, and RJ began to tease Andrew's hole with his thick cock. He didn't need to put any more lube on his meaty shaft or the boy's pucker. His friend had lubed up Andrew's hole more than enough with what seemed to be a giant creamy load. It leaked out of the pig's ass as RJ's dick slid in and slowly opened him back up. "Mmm, yeah," RJ groaned. "I'm not going to last long inside this cunt." Andrew milked RJ's cock with his hole, massaging its length as it slid in and out. RJ growled and rolled over to Andrew's left, pulling the bottom with him so that he was now on top. "Get in here with me," RJ ordered his other bottom. "I want you both to feel me breed his ass." Tony smiled, tweaking his nipples as he kneeled up on the bed. He positioned himself behind Andrew's fuckhole and admired the tight ass as it ate up his friend's meaty shaft. There was nothing hotter than looking at a cummy hole stretching itself around a hot dick to Tony, and while he preferred to bottom, his hung cock was leaking pre-cum at what he was witnessing. He ran his index finger along the tip of his dick, scooping up the cum to add to Andrew's hole. "Hold still, boy," he whispered. Tony reached behind to touch his own open hole, reaching inside to make three of his fingers nice and slick. He lubed up his cock with the lube that RJ had used on his hole, mixed in with his own ass juice and RJ's pre-cum. And then he pressed in. Andrew tensed briefly, and RJ brought his lips to his bottom's so help him relax. RJ reached over to his left to pick up a bottle of poppers and grab the pipe they had been using. "Fuck," Tony groaned. "I've barely got the tip in." "You ever taken two at once before, Andrew?" RJ asked, positioning the pipe close to the bottom's lips. "Twice," he said, breathing and trying to relax his hole some more for the incoming cock. "Were they big?" "The first time they were average, but the second time they were huge." "How huge?" Tony asked, slowly rotating the head of his cock back and forth alongside RJ's cock. "Both thick like yours," Andrew gasped, growing more accustomed to the raw fucksticks that were opening him up. "My one friend's was eight. The other was closer to 8.5 or 9 inches, and his was the thickest." RJ lit the pipe, and Andrew inhaled deeply, blowing out a big cloud. Tony pushed in some more as the boy's hole opened with the chemical assistance. "I'm going to shoot," RJ groaned suddenly. Tony's huge cock inching in had sent him over the edge. Andrew felt RJ push in deep for one last thrust, and the hairy top's throbbing cock pushed on Tony's with each shot of hot cum that it let loose. Andrew picked up the poppers that RJ had brought over as he shot and took four deep breaths, two on each side. He tightened the lid and set the unlabelled bottle down next to them, collapsing on top of RJ's sweaty, hairy chest so that Tony would have better access. Tony took the hint and continued to slide the rest of his pole deep inside of Andrew. The young bottom was flying, and the second load of cum in his hole made it all the easier to finish pushing in. "God damn, kid," Tony hissed. "Glad I'm making an exception and trying you out. They were right... You feel amazing." "So do you, sir," he replied, glancing up at RJ who had his eyes closed and breathed heavy. Andrew wondered how big of a load he had shot –– or if he was still cumming. Tony slowly picked up pace, and without warning, he let loose a deep moan and came inside Andrew. It was an abrupt ending, but they had clearly been at it for a while. Tony slipped out and pulled RJ's cock out with his. Andrew hastily reached around to scoop up any jizz that tried to escape. The boy rolled over onto his back on the king size bed and settled in to the left of a fading RJ, Tony to RJ's right. The two tops rolled toward each other and passed out on the right side of the bed. Andrew stroked his gaping cumhole. Fuck. Three loads in rapid succession, and he was still high as a kite and wanting more.

My name is Felix and I've been fucking this bug chaser named Mike for about a year now. He lives in this brownstone in Harlem which is just a big fuck house. They call it the Bareback Bunkhouse (a play on the whole #BBBH Twitter thing). Basically everyone in the house is a slut. You can go there pretty much any time of the day and find an ass to breed. I call him a bug chaser but he was on PrEP. Thing is he really got off taking my unmedicated poz loads. I didn't tell him I wasn't on meds at first. Then one day he asked and I fessed up. You shoulda seen his reaction – he was like a kid in a candy store. I think he woulda taken my load every day if I'd wanted to fuck the same hole that often. He'd literally BEG for me to poz him. I pumped like a load or two in him every week. He even made me promise to never jack off. If I needed to cum and couldn't find a bottom, I just went over and fucked him. And every time he'd beg me to poz him, and tell me how he wanted me to be his "Poz Papi". It was actually really hot. I love converting neg hole, and usually don't play with guys on PrEP 'cause they don't really get into the fact that I'm toxic, but Mike was different… But he did have one rule – we could only do poz talk when there weren't other guys around. This one time I did slip a little though. It was me and this other top fucking him and as I came I said "You want me to knock you up boy?" He replied "Sí Papi!" (he liked playing on the fact that I was Latino). So as blew my load in his ass I said something like "There you go boy, take that dirty load." I didn't think I stepped over the line, but the other top figured it out – his eyes lit up and he said "Are you toxic?" I sheepishly said, "Yeah." I could tell he was totally turned on by it and asked my viral load and I told him a month before it was something like 200,000. He had already blown a load in Mike's hole, but he got really hard and went back to fucking Mike telling him he was a dirty whore, a bug chaser, and he wanted to work my dirty load deeper into Mike's ass. After he blew his second load he pulled out and told me it was really hot fucking a hole that was lubed with high viral load cum. I asked the other top if he ever bottoms ('cause I converting tops). He said 'no' – that taking loads is hot in theory, but he really hates getting fucked. I asked if he were neg or poz. He said neg. I asked if he was on PrEP and he said he'd thought about it, even been in a PrEP related study years ago, but as a top he didn't really feel like he was at that much risk. (lol) I've pozzed some guys who weren't on PrEP, but never had any luck knocking up the "Truvada Whores". I always wished I could, but never was able to (trust me, I tried – repeatedly!) I suggested Mike go off PrEP 'cause I thought being poz sorta suited him, but he seemed to want to keep the whole poz thing as a fantasy – not actually get pozzed. But it seems he he managed to get pozzed anyway. Before we fucked a couple weeks ago he told me "Hey, you know how I always wanted you to poz me? Well, you might have managed to do it… I just found out I'm poz, and it looks like my strain is meds resistant 'cause I've pozzed all the guys in the house, and probably a bunch of other guys too… It's sorta intense when I think about it…" He continued… "You're the only high viral load guy I know that's been breeding me, do you mind if my doc takes some blood to see if I got it from you? I know you're not meds resistant, but they're curious how I got pozzed." I said "sure" and a week or so later heard that my strain was really similar to his except he was meds resistant for Truvada and I'm not. They're wondering if it was because he was on PrEP when he got pozzed. But how did my strain get through the meds and get its job done? My guess is that he's such a slut he just gave the PrEP more than it could handle. I gotta say it's been really hot fucking his hole since he told me about getting pozzed. As a poz newbie I'm sure his viral load was through the roof, and I love toxic fucks! And it's really hot knowing Mike pozzed all those guys without even realizing it. Gotta love vers guys… Poz one of them up and they can spread it like wildfire! I really do wonder if it's a variant of my strain coursing through all those guys… I kinda hope it is… [To be continued]

I told myself I would just look, I always tell myself that. It was Friday night and I was online. Barebackrt always manages to get me in trouble and just when I was starting to be good again. I sorted through several messages and prospected fucks before coming across one that looked promising. The guy was a little bigger, but not fat, and he had a huge, thick cock. In his message, he asked me if I wanted to come play with him and a friend. He said they would get me high on g and t and fuck me all night. I had promised myself that I wouldn't party anymore, especially not a few days before class and since I had a loving (and in his mind), monogamous boyfriend now. We continued to exchange messages and eventually my slutty side won out when he mentioned how much he wanted me to be a whore and to watch me take several guys' raw cocks and cum. I was on my way to his apartment within minutes. I arrived at his apartment just as the other guy (his friend who he had mentioned) was leaving. I was a little disappointed as this guy was hot but by this point I was in slut mode and just wanted to get high and take dick. I immediately took off my clothes (the guy told me later what a turn on this was for him) and took some g. We started smoking a little while the guy (William) played with my hardening dick and told me what a slut he wanted me to be. This, along with the drugs, made me horny enough to try to ride his thick, 8.5" dick. It took some work but I managed to ride him while he lay on his back. He eventually lifted me up and fucked me doggy (my favorite) while taking breaks to message other guy's online with invitations to use my ass. I wont lie, his dick was painful to take, but it was a good pain and I was in heat. His phone rang and he stopped fucking me to answer it. He hung up and said "A guy is here to fuck you, put your ass in the air and get ready for him." I did as I was told, positioning my self so my ass was in the air facing the door. The guy came in, undressed, and immediately slid his raw dick in my ass. His was definitely easier to take and I was glad I had been stretched out a bit before. The guy wasn't exactly attractive, but he was passing and he had a decent dick that he fucked me with so I was happy. While he pumped away, William watched and told me what a good slut I was. He started taking pictures which really turned me on. The current top pushed me down from my knees so I was laying face down on the bed. He held my face down and fucked me hard, whispering in my ear "I'm going to breed your ass." He started fucking faster and I could feel his balls, thick with cum now, slapping against my ass. He told me he was going to breed me and William urged him on, "Breed his ass." He shot his load up me with a grunt, my first one of the night. He got dressed and left with a thank you and a slap on the ass. William's phone buzzed and he told me that the next guy was already here, "get back in position." I did as I was told again, but this time I had a load in me. The next guy was hot. He was from the Midwest with blond hair, a hot, worked out body, and a nicely sized dick. He took off his clothes and walked over to admired my loaded ass. "He just took a load before you got here," William told him. "Nice," he said as he teased my wet hole with his finger. He slid his ass up my cum-filled hole; his dick felt amazing. It was the perfect size. I moaned like a little bitch as he started fucking me, rhythmically pushing his dick in and out. While he fucked me doggy on the bed I reached around to grab his muscled arms, pushing into his cock as he fucked me. He slid out of me and William immediately shoved his thick cock in, it still hurt but I took it anyway with a slight gasp which quickly turned into moans as he pounded my hole. As he fucked me I noticed that there were 2 other guys in the room now as well, getting undressed. William slid out of me and I moved my ass back into position for the next guy. He was a hot, straight-acting, surfer guy with an amazing dick and this, low-hanging balls. His chest was smooth and tight. He fucked slid his cock in my wet hole and began fucking me like the others. The guy from the Midwest positioned his cock in front of me and I sucked on it while taking the other guy's dick. The surfer guy turned me over and fucked me with my legs in the air and over his shoulders. I wanted to kiss him so bad but he turned away when I tried. I reached down and felt his smooth balls slapping against my ass and his raw dick pumping in and out of my slutty hole. He grabbed my feet and spread my legs in the air as he fucked me, hold my feet. I looked down at his amazing dick fucking my hole. So fucking, hot. I wanted his hot ball sac to unload up me so badly. The second guy to come in started fucking Midwestern guy on the bed next to me. I love getting fucked while listening to another bottom moan next to me. Such a fucking turn on. William continued taking pictures and telling the other guys to fuck me. He told the surfer guy to breed me. He started fucking me more intensely, throwing me over so I was flat on my stomach again and shot his load up my cunt. My second load, I couldn't be happier. He lay on top of me as his balls unloaded into my ass, I reached back and felt them pulse. My ass was definitely wet now. Watching me get bred got the top who had been fucking Midwestern guy really horny, he pulled out and came over to shove his cock in my warm, wet hole. He had a long, curved dick and he fucked hard and fast. My ass must have felt great with the warm cum in it because he came within a couple of minutes. He shot a huge load and I could feel cum leaking out and down my balls as he pulled out. Midwestern guy was up next, he had me lay on my back with my legs in the air as he admired my cum-drenched hole. He slowly teased his hole with his dick, pushing it in and out of the opening to my hole gently. I moaned with pleasure and he rammed his dick in hard, pounding away at my hole. I could feel the cum running down and out of my ass as he fucked me. I reached down to feel his shaft which was slick with thick cum. He pumped me hard for several minutes as I moaned and told him how good his dick felt. I will admit, his felt the best by far. He finally shot his load in me, adding up to a total of 4. William gave me the last load and for once, with all the cum in me, his dick barely hurt at all. He had a huge load for me too. After that, everyone started picking up to leave and I decided to head back home too. My ass was full of cum as I sat down at my computer once I got home and logged onto Barebackrt.

Until Death Do Us Part (The Story a Cheating Boyfriend) It happened all on a sunny Saturday at Michelle’s wedding. She was a very good friend of mine and had extended and invitation to me to celebrate with her that most important day. We were quite a crowd, as we witnessed the solemn vows in the church, but I had no eyes for the holy ceremony which was taking place in the sanctuary. No, my eyes were fixed on a young guy who was sitting not far away from me. I recognized his breathtaking beauty, his innocent appearance. His blonde hair and blue eyes gave him an almost angelic appearance, and his body frame, although clearly athletic, was still quite petite. He was not really tall, at most 5'7", I estimated. Eventually he felt observed and after smiling shyly to me once in a while, he concentrated his gaze at Michelle and John who promised to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives. It was obvious the guy next to my blonde angel was his boyfriend. He held his arm around his shoulder, like he was protecting him. It was a nice gesture and somehow it made me hard. The boy’s eyes wandered back to me, just to look away…. it was almost like a hot and dangerous game. We all stood when the rites had concluded and the bride and groom began moving down the aisle to leave the church. At this point my cock was extremely hard, so I effectively presented myself to my little blonde darling, allowing him to imagine what was in store for him. Sure enough, when the blonde twink passed in front of me, he blushed when he saw my immense bulge. Since he couldn’t look away, I knew I had him on the hook. During the afternoon we had quite a ball and I made sure Michelle placed me next to the lovely twink. He and his fiancée were friends of her now husband. At that time I learned the twink's name was Dante. Later that evening, when the people were wandering around to dance or take a smoke or simply talk to others we stayed at our table and looked at each other, and got to chatting. Dante told me he had been with his partner for two years and they planned to marry also in the upcoming year. I nodded and my right hand was at the back of his chair. My thumb was caressing his shoulder blade, while he told me how much he was in love with his boyfriend. With my left hand I massaged my bump unashamedly. No one saw it anyway, no one except Dante who tried to ignore the fact that I was discretely playing with my hard on. “Would you mind stop touching me? I am here with my boyfriend,” he said all of a sudden. I kept on caressing his back and told him I knew that, but I was not doing any harm by touching him. “Still…. it is not appropriate,” he insisted. “So you want me to stop. I can do that. I can stop touching you and I can take ‘that’ away from you” I replied and stopped groping myself. Spreading my legs I gave him a good view of the tent, that was building up in my pants. Dante gulped, and quietly remarked "It certainly is impressive, but this really isn't the place for this." “You could take a closer look. Perhaps somewhere more private,” I suggested. Dante looked around frantically. “Meet me at the church yard. Tomorrow. At 3:00 PM,” I demanded. “But my boyfriend,” he mumbled. “We will just meet and talk,” I promised him, although I knew I would be the one talking. He wouldn’t be able to reply, since he would be massaging my cock with his throat. Dante nodded. “I will try to meet you there” he promised and with that I got up and made sure he got a good last look at my bulging pants before I left the table to get myself another drink and to enjoy the rest of the evening with a bunch of my acquaintances. The next day came and I arrived at the church shortly before 3:00 PM. Dante had already arrived, and was seated on a bench texting on his mobile, as he awaited my arrival. He was dressed in a washed out jeans and a skater shirt, looking even younger than his actual age of 18, which he had mentioned to me at the wedding. I walked up to him. My dick started to stir yet again, and, as he was sitting at the right height, it was the first thing he saw: a nice lump was forming in my jeans. “Hey Dante… nice, that you made it” I greeted him. “Yeah – nice to see…. you…. too,” he replied as he stared at my crotch. Then his eyes sought-out my eyes and he smiled at me. “Although I must admit I am still not comfortable being here. I even lied to my boyfriend,” he admitted. ‘Nice’ I thought. “Why? What did you tell him?” I wanted to know. “I texted him I lost my bracelet at the wedding and wanted to check in various places if I could find it” he said. “Well, let’s take a walk over the cemetery. We could talk and find a quiet corner to converse some more,” I looked at him with a friendly face. “Okay,” he agreed and with that we started walking towards the entrance of the wide cemetery, chatting as we made our way. I kept an eye open for a private bench, and then spied the perfect location, a bench positioned beneath a willow, with no nearby tombstones. We sat down and since Dante kept glancing at my crotch, I placed my arm around his shoulder and sat there, my legs wide apart, and suggested “Well, why don’t you check me out - just for a little bit. You know, while we chat,” I suggested. “I'm not sure if I should do that,” he replied, adding “It would feel like cheating on my boyfriend and I don’t want to go that path. I am proud that we are committing ourselves into a faithful relationship." ‘Blah blah blah’ I thought. Of course I agreed with that and I told him it was not my intention to ruin anything. I could relate on that, since I was in a solid relationship myself (a lie) and would never be not loyal to my loved one (again a lie, since I cheated always on my partners). Come on, as if fucking the same old hole would make you horny after some times of usage. “But then again – it is nothing more than a human touch” I explained to him and touched his right hand. “See. Nothing more. No cheating, no lies, just a human touch. And I got the feeling you were quite interested yesterday in feeling me up. And I can sense from the look in your eyes, that you still are, Dante." He didn’t look at my face. He stared openly at my bulge and his hand tried to fondle the clear outlining of my hard nine inch long cock. He started at the base with one finger and followed the route up to my cock head. There he used three of his fingers to get a grip around my glans penis, massaging it through my jeans. "It's so long and thick,” he said admiring. “Yeah – most guys turn me down, because of that” I sighed deeply. “Are you serious?” he asked, looking up at me, but his hand never paused in stroking my cock, even if through my tight jeans. I simply nodded. It was unbelievable, how many guys were scared of the size of my cock. Of course this was a lie also, but I wanted to get this thing going. “I would love to feel it up my ass,” he confessed, "especially 'cause my boyfriend's cock is only six inches long and somewhat thin," but then, in a moment of remorse, he added “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you that.” “Nah – man we are friends. Who can you turn to, if not to a friend in such matters?” I asked him honestly and played my cards so hypocritically. “So you fuck your boyfriend?” I asked. “Good lord – no!” he exclaimed. He was the passive part, which made it so critical for him. He loved his boyfriend, just in bed he was a whack. “Oh that’s bad of course, but love can overcome such problems,” I praised him and really had to bite my tongue in order not to laugh out loud. Then I asked "Do you want to take a closer look?” “Here? Out in the open?” he sounded shocked. I got the feeling this twink was really a good one ‘as in’ playing always safe – meeting the love of his life – testing for HIV and that crap and then fucking without condoms like rabbits. He was a ‘Neg’ for sure, which made him even more desirable for me. “Nah – are you crazy?” I played the surprised. “We could use the church toilets and you could take a short glance. That’s it,” I promised. I vowed I would not fuck him there and smiled my winning smile and so we agreed on walking to the toilets. He was supposed to walk in front of me and reserve a stall and I would enter immediately behind him and enter the stall if no one else was in there at all. I’ve watched him shaking his ass at me, while he looked for the right way back to the church. From time to time he turned around to me and grinned, while I followed him, giving him a dirty look. I even squeezed my bulge more than one time, when he took another turn, gazing at me. I was horny like a dog when I entered the church toilets and as we thought, we were the only ones in there at that moment. So Dante took the last of three stalls and disappeared in it. I followed him and closed the door behind us. Right after that the main door opened again and someone shuffled into to urinals section and started to pee. I signaled Dante to get down on his knees and to open my pants, while I pretended to concentrate to the stranger outside, but I hardly listened to the noises the other fellow made. Dante understood and so he went down and started with my belt. I looked down on him thinking to myself 'Dante is absolutely hypnotized by shape of my cock, even if he hasn't seen it yet'. But with that he opened the last button and received his 'present of the day', my cock! He was mesmerized and looked at it closely. He felt the girth of my dick and enjoyed smelling around my dong, but he never tried to move to the next step, so I pushed the envelope saying "I've really gotta take a piss, but maybe you'd like to hold it for me." He nodded and smiled at me. He aimed my dick towards the toilet porcelain and I started letting go a strong gush of piss. I sighed relieved and the luck was on my side, when I realized that there was no toilet paper in our stall. So when I finished pissing up, I told Dante about our dilemma and asked him, if he could finish the job. He looked up at me with big eyes and you could see his brain started working. But the tension was too much for him and so he focused his gaze on my dick head again and shortly after that I felt his tongue lapping at my glans penis, and he particularly seemed to enjoy licking my piss slit as his tongue wiped through my piss slit a lot of times. He even dared to take my cock head into his mouth for a couple of seconds and started sucking me softly. Then the magic moment was gone and Dante started jacking me off slowly, but without his mouth supporting it. I knew what he was trying to do, but it was my game and he had to obey my rules, so I stopped his motions and started to button up, while grinning at him cheekily. Dante looked like a child, who got robbed of his favorite toy. I almost felt sorry for him, but this jacking off would lead to nothing. I had to keep his tension up and so I apologized to him, and told him that I had to leave for a date with my lover (a lie, since there was no solid relationship for me) and if he would like to meet me for another chat, we could meet at the church parking lot on Thursday at the same time again. His face brightened up and he promised he would make it, and as we walked back to the parking lot, we chatted about ordinary stuff, departing merrily. Dante had traveled to the church bus, and I deliberately didn’t suggest I could drop him off - wherever he was going. He didn't seem to even notice my omission. I knew, however, next time we wouldn’t end up in the church toilet as there were other places, very discrete places we could go, where we could engage in some more interesting action. Little did Dante know there was more about me than just my handsome face or the big cock in my jeans....

Part 1 My name in Bradley Bartholomew Barrington. It was during my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18 and was starved for sex. I had heard from people I chatted with on line that the bathhouse was a great place to lose my virginity. I was warned to be careful since most guys who went to the baths preferred to fuck raw. As much as bareback sex war a turn on, I knew it could be risky. Most of my straight friends preferred to fuck their girlfriend without rubbers, but I didn't want to catch anything so early in my sex life. I worked things out with a friend to cover for me so I could hit the bathhouse on a Friday night. I followed some advice I was given and made sure I was 'cleaned out' and ready to be fucked (if it came too that), heading to the bathhouse around 10 pm, trying to get in before it got too busy and they increased the cover to get inside. I parked down the block not wanting anyone to recognize my car in the parking lot and walked down the block. I made sure to have my own rubbers to use and walked down the block. I walked I through the door where a cute guy (maybe in his mid to late 20's) greeted me asking me for my ID and if I wanted a room or locker. I asked how much for each and was told $40 for a room and $15 a locker. I only had $20 and went for a locker. He gave me a towel and a key and told me that with the locker I was good for 48 hours before I'd have to renew the locker. He could tell this was my first visit to the baths and he suggested I check out the hot tub first. I found my locker, stripped down and put my towel around my slim waist. I'm sure to most of the guys there I looked too young to be I the bathhouse. At 5'8", 130 pounds, with barely enough hair above my 7"cock, arm pits and legs they'd all think I was barely 16, but, of course, I had to be legal to through the door. Once I was situated I made my way around checking things out. It wasn't the crowded but I found a cute guy (close to my age by the looks of it, I'm guessing early 20's). I'm guessing he was about 6' and had a nice slim, swimmer's build with a smooth muscular chest. He was sitting on the edge of the hot tub and I guess that was a good place as any to relax for a while before checking out more if the place. I sat across from him and he smiled at me as his cock began to grow (as did my own). He motioned for me to come sit by him and I figured that this was a good if time as any to meet someone. I moved over to his side of the hot tub and sat down as he moved into the tub to join me under the water. He introduced himself as Seth and commented that he'd never seen me around before tonight. I admitted that I had just turned 18 and wanted to check this place out. He told me about himself that he was 26 and came her for the first time about the same age and he was guided in the baths by an experienced older guy. He added that I needed to be careful, that many guys would want to prey on a cute young thing like me. I let him know that I was aware of that and I only play safe and showed him that I bought my own rubbers. He leaned in close to me giving me a kiss on my ear as he said that he played safe too, then suggested we go back to his room and get to know each other better. He now gave me a real kiss on the lips as our tongues mixed in a heated exchange. He then guided my hand to his hard cock and then placed his hand on mine. I could tell he was experienced as we got really into making out. He stood up and took me by the hand leading me from the hot tub, down the hall and towards his room. Once we got to his room we went inside and he shut the door behind us. The room consisted of a large bed, with a TV in the corner and a small bathroom with a shower. He kissed me again as he guided me down on the bed. He paused to ask me if I smoked pot. I let him know that I loved weed. He pulled out a water bong and lit it up taking the first hit before handing the bong to me for me to get a nice hit. He told me to hit it again since he'd smoked earlier I the night. I took five good hits as he urged me on and DAMN, it was good shit! While I was smoking Seth began to suck my hard cock. The more I smoked the more sensitive my cock was getting. I've never had weed affect me like this, and I liked it. After the fifth hit he came up and sucked the smoke from my mouth before I could exhale. This turned into another great kiss before he guided my head to his hard cock. I never realized the size of his tool until I tried to go down I him. I had sucked off a couple classmates off, but none of their cocks were as big as his. Seth sensed my inexperience with his size and coached me as I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. Soon his cock was at the entrance to my throat and I want sure I could take him in any further until he told me to inhale through my nose as I went down on him. The next time I went down I took a deep breath through my nose as I felt Seth's hands on the back of my head. When his cock hit my throat he applied a little bit of pressure I the back of my head and his cock slid into my throat. He had me hold it there for a little while before letting me move back up so I could let my breath out before breathing in again as I went back down. This time I was able to get him into my throat on my own. I began to get a nice rhythm going hoping I'd get my first taste of cum, especially as none of the guys I had sucked in the past had ever cum, so I really wanted to see what cum tasted like. I could tell he was getting close when he pulled me off of his hard cock letting me know there was plenty of time for me to swallow cum later. He wanted to smoke some more with me. He packed the pipe with some more pot and I wasn't sure, but it looked like he added something else, but I didn't care, I was getting alive and getting very horny. While I lit up and took a couple of hits, Seth pulled a bottle of Gatorade from his bag and took a drink then offered me some as he took the pipe from me. After working on his cock my mouth was in need of something wet. I took a big drink as Seth the pipe offering me the smoke from his lungs. After that shotgun I was still thirsty and Seth told me that I could finish the bottle since he had more. I downed the rest of the bottle and took the bong from him and took a few good hits. It was at this time Seth pushed me onto my back, lifted my legs and began to lick my hole. I've read abut rimming and this was my first time experiencing the pleasure. I began to feel very hot and my horniness grew as I seemed to ever a slight fog. As Seth expertly tongued my hole the sensation sent my senses into overdrive. He also began to finger my hole and, as he put it, ready it for his cock. He was gentle at first as he explained he needed to stretch me open and that it might burn a bit as he opened me up. While he was working me open he told me to look at the video on the TV, that what was happening to the twink on the screen was going to happen to me soon. In the video the twink was getting fucked by another young guy. The one thing that caught my attention was that the twink was getting fucked raw, but I knew Seth says he played safe so I wasn't worried. Everything was good with him sticking in one finger. Then he rimmed me some more and warned that he was going to try two fingers with some lube. I felt his two digits ease inside me as he flexed them to help 'stretch me' and I felt the burn he mentioned. It didn't last long before I felt a third finger side I with ease as Seth kissed and licked my inner thighs. He has me moaning as he worked my hole open. When Seth pulled his fingers from I felt so empty I begged him to stick them back inside me. He wasn't one to disappoint as he slid three fingers back in flexing them as he had done with his two earlier again I felt the burn as he stretched me open. This elicited a pleasurable moan from me as he worked in deeply. Then, when he pulled his fingers out, he said it was time to get me laid.

A lot of times if I go to a sauna, at one point I’ll go into the glory hole section with my ass lubed and press it up against the hole and wait. There are almost never any takers, although once or twice someone might fuck me for a couple of minutes and then leave, or the guy will try to push my ass away to reach through the hole to grab my cock, which means I will just leave. My experiences with glory holes may simply be bad luck, or maybe I don't quite know how they work, but in any event I’ve never had my ass properly bred through a glory hole, although I've long wanted to. One of the very very few times I’ve topped was through a glory hole and I unloaded in the guy's ass, but I’ve never had it the other way, the way I really want. Until Saturday. The towel was on over the door, and the cubicle next to his was empty, so I walked in, making sure I was careful to leave the door open - it’s fun to let people watch. My ass was nicely lubed with a previous cumshot and I press it up against the hole, and waited. I felt fingers inside me, then his cock, long and slow as he entered me. It’s an interesting experience for me: all I know of him is the feel of his cock starting to fuck inside me, and the sounds he’s making from the other side of the wall. No hands on my body, no words, no gazing into his face. A purely deconstructed fuck. And it felt really good! He had the perfect size cock for my ass, thrusting hard enough to trip my body orgasms but without causing any pain. Niiiice! Some guy has stopped by the open door to watch, and I was making a lot of noise as the guy behind the wall starts to get deep into thrusting in a good rhythm. I pressed my ass hard against the wall and could sense he was doing the same, pressing his hips into the wall to achieve the maximum depth as each of us reached a crescendo. As I was aware the top was getting close, I stared into the eyes of the guy who was watching and shouted loudly “Oh yeah, cum in me!” I found myself repeating the words "Cum in me, cum in me" over and over as I really didn’t have much control. I could already feel the body shivers and orgasmic ripples that accompany a good fuck session and my legs are shaking a bit from pressing my ass against the wall - but no matter. It felt so fuckin' good. Then, simultaneously, I felt a warm rush inside my ass. Yessss! Just as from the other side of the wall I heard a breathless “Mmmmmm!” and “uhhhh!” It was so interesting just to feel the cumshot and hear the sound but nothing else. I pushed my ass hard against the wall, taking the guy as deeply as possible. He kept fucking for a bit longer and then pulled out. He was about to leave his cubicle when, in a split-second, I realised I didn't want to know anything about this man, so I quickly shut the door and looked away. Weirdly, it felt as if I was hiding. Clearly I wasn't ashamed as I was happy to let the other guy watch, but I wanted to preserve the absolute anonymity of the encounter. I heard his door open, and he was gone. I have no idea who he was, how old he was, if he was fit or not. Nothing. But I had was his cumshot in my ass, a flying jizzjoy which left me rock hard and smiling, and the memories of the sounds he made. Perfect.

A CUM-FILLED NIGHT AT SLAMMER Once or twice a month or so, I head on over to the Slammer sexclub in Los Angeles. Got a hankering for beefy masculine men? Like ‘em hairy? This is the place! Condoms are “encouraged” by the staff, but I don’t recall the last time I used them. A Saturday night here can be filled with cum and debauchery. There’s no shortage of men eager to fuck, get fucked, cum and get their holes filled with cum. And, with a look at the men there, there’s no doubt that the vast majority are spewing toxic seed. You know the look: lean, veiny, muscular with fat in just the right places to let you know they have the virus of life flowing through their veins. With any luck, I’ll get a few strains in my guts as well. On this particular Saturday night, I arrived a bit earlier than I usually do, shortly before 10 pm. It’s usually 11 or so when the action picks up, and the peak lasts until 2 am or so. As expected, it started out slow. I stripped down to my gym shorts with the band of my white Classic Bike #10 jockstrap hanging out the top. I headed on over to the gloryhole trough and found a couple of big daddy cocks worth sucking. One of the men had a thick cut cock with a huge ball sack, heavy with cum. I glanced at him, and pulled out my cock and started stroking my eight inches. That got his attention, and we made eye contact, as he walked up and stuck his big daddy dick through a hole. I took a hit of poppers and went to town. His thick cock filled my mouth to overflowing; I truly struggled with his girth, and took every pleasure in doing so! I rarely gag, but even his heft had me struggling. But repeated hits of poppers got me quite in the piggy mood, and I dug in my tongue into his piss slit, licking up every drop of precum I could. He brought his face to the hole, and stuck out his tongue, which I eagerly started sucking on, deepthroating his tongue just as I had been doing with his cock. We both took hits of poppers and passionately made out through the glory hole. After the intensity of the popper hit wore off, he asked to take me to a private booth, and I eagerly complied. We went to a booth that had a big bench for us to lay on. We quickly stripped off the little clothing we were wearing, so he was completely naked, except for boots and socks, and with me wearing nothing other than my shoes, socks and a jockstrap. ] We swapped a good deal of spit before he got me on my back and spread my legs, digging his tongue into my hairy fuckhole. He was an ass eater extraordinare! Clearly he loved to eat ass. He tongue-fucked my hole, loosening it up for what I hoped would be his cock. My cock was leaking a ton of poz precum, and he probably feared he was getting me too close, because he then came up and started making out with me. “Wanna get fucked?” he asked. “Please fuck me, fuck my poz fuckhole!” I breathed out. “You’re a pig, aren’t you? You’re a poz scumbag? You want me to recharge your hole, you pig?” Man, this guy knew exactly what got me off! “Please plow your cock into my ass and fill my hole with your toxic cum! Give me your strain!” With that, I took a hit of poppers as he lubed up my hole and his cock, and he plowed deep in me! Rarely has a cock filled me so full! Pleasure clearly won out over pain, and I was in pig heaven. His big hairy nut sack bounced against my ass as he plowed his big cock in and out of my hole. He occasionally spat in my mouth as well, interrupted only by groans from me, heavy breathing from both of us, and an occasional “pig” or “poz pig” or “toxic cum” from either or both of us. It was still early in the evening and I was hoping that all this talk wasn’t for show and that he would give me his load. And he didn’t disappoint. After about 15 minutes of him plowing my hole, he asked me: “Ready for my load?” “Give me your strain,” I grunted, taking a hit of poppers so he could really plow away. And plow away he did. Within a couple minutes, his cock was pumping gobs of charged cum deep into my guts. Naturally my hole savored every drop. His pace slowed, and after the intensity of his orgasm passed, he took a few more strokes in my ass before slowly withdrawing his cock. My hole was loose and sloppy, just the way I like it for a night of cum-filled debauchery ahead. I put my shorts back on and after exchanging pleasantries, we parted ways and I resumed walking the halls of The Slammer. The crowd was streaming in, and, considering scarcely 30 minutes had passed since I entered the place, there were still quite a few new faces. I had the feeling this would be a good night. I walked by the open sling, and there was an obviously old poz pig lying there, his skinny white ass in the air, ready for any cock. 'Ah, a vintage strain', I thought. I started making out with him, and this attracted other men to approach us and to run their hands over his body and mine. Another guy joined us in making out, and soon we were a swirl of three tongues, aggressively swapping spit amidst heavy breathing and groaning. The old guy in the sling whispered to me, “Fuck me.” I usually like to get a few loads in my ass before I top, but this guy was too hot for me to pass up. I approached his ass, and fingered him a bit. He was loose and wet! Mmmm, a cummy hole! I couldn’t resist! I took a few tentative licks at his hole, not knowing how clean he was, and I was delighted to find that this guy knew how to clean out! He ass started to give up some of his fresh-tasting cum in that hole, and I slurped away at his pig hole. After a few minutes of tongue-fucking his hole, I teased his hole with the head of my leaking cock, and then plowed my cock deep into his ass. What a loose hole he had, and my cock was covered with who knows how many loads. His hole started leaking some more, and I couldn’t resist but to get back down and dive in with my tongue. Fortunately his ass lips were so loose I could get in there quite deeply. Eventually I went back to fucking him some more, but didn’t take any hits of poppers (although he did). A hit would’ve sent me over the edge, and I wasn’t quite ready to give this guy my load yet. As I was fucking him, another dude approached me from the side and started manhandling my muscular chest. He was muscular, goateed, and looked to be in his mid-20s. He started making out with me as I plowed away at the older guy. Meanwhile, my wasted bottom pig was getting his mouth fucked by some monster dick as I continued to fuck his hole. The young bud said "I wanna fuck you." "Go ahead," I replied. The young guy whispered that he’d prefer me in a private room, but I told him that if he wanted to fuck me, he should stick his dick in me right now. He fingered my hole to get it ready for his cock, and I could feel my prior fuck’s cum leaking out. My newfound young friend didn’t even use any lube; he pulled out his cock from his jeans and started to fuck away at my hole while I continued to fuck the old guy. Once again I was in pig heaven. Sweet. It was only a few minutes before he filled my hole with his cum. I was hoping he’d go a bit longer, but a load is a load. He gave me a nervous “thank you” and then put away his cock and pulled up his jeans and was on his way. I continued to fuck my older friend, and as I started to make out with him, he said to me: “I want your cum in me!” I told him I wasn’t ready yet, but that I’d give him some cum anyways. I pulled out of his ass, scooped up a bit of cum from my own hole, lubed up my cock with this cum, then plowed back in. I told him he had a mix of two more loads in his ass now, and that put a big smile on his face! After another five minutes of plowing his hole, I told him I needed to take a break. I honestly did. His loose sloppy hole had me quite close to cumming, and I wasn’t quite ready to breed a hole quite yet. I browsed the halls a bit more, and noted that the place was really filling up! Oh, there were so many men I wanted to breed and be bred by! Young guys, older men, beefy men, skinny men, poz men and men who wanted to be poz. So much masculinity and raw energy in that one area! I walked over to a pitch black room in back. It’s was spilling over with near-naked men. Honestly, you can’t see a foot in front of you, and can barely make out shadows. As I sorta pushed my way in, hand upon hand started running over me, feeling my chest, cupping my jockstrap pouch, grabbing my asscheeks. A few guys started to finger my hole as I tried to make my way in. Once in the thick of it, I felt my way to the bench and bent over, ready to take on whoever anonymous guy wanted to fuck me. They could barely see me, and I could barely see them. All the men around me only knew that I was a greedy fuckhole ready for cum. A guy started to finger my hole. Feeling it loose and wet, he took his cock and placed it right at my hole as I was taking a hit of poppers. As my high started to hit me, he slowly eased his bare dick in my hole. And it was a big one! Not huge, but thick. Slowly, he started pistoning in and out. With my popper high peaking, I started to back my ass up on his cock aggressively to let him know I was ready for a pounding. And pound away he did! It was a few minutes before I felt him let out a loud groan as he unloaded his cock in my ass. Soon, another guy replaced his cock. And then another. Not all the men came, but most did, and I had cum leaking down my leg. I think I took about 5-7 more loads, but honestly, I lost count. As I tried to extricate myself from the room, the bottom next to me grabbed on and followed me out. As we entered the hallway, he said hi and said he was jealous of the all cock I got in me. He asked me how many loads I had and I answered “about 10”. He told me he had 6 and was aiming for 20. “You’re just my type of pig.” He was young, maybe mid-20s, but a seasoned bottom. As he turned around and walked ahead of me, I saw what I love to see: a biohazard tatt on his lower back. I grabbed his ass as we continued to walk, and told him I wanted to load him up. I usually give two loads on an average night, and this poz pig was one I wanted to recharge! I led him to the sling, and he jumped right in like a pro. I started to finger his ass and found some cum leaking out. Not one to let cum go to waste, I started to lick his hole and slurped up the cum as it leaked out. I swallowed some, but then took a nice mouthful back up to him as we shared the loads, swapping spit and cum back and forth, our tongues wrestling inside each other’s mouths. As we snowballed, I placed my cock at his hole and pulled out my poppers, offered him a hit, which he gladly accepted, and I took a hit as well as I slowly fucked his ass, picking-up my pace, knowing that I wouldn’t last long anyway the cumsloppy mess that was his hole, and I asked him if he wanted my charged load. “Fuckin’ recharge my ass, man!” he urged, and with those words, I started coating his insides with my poz cum. I came for what felt like forever, and he loved it. As I came off my climax, I made out with him for a few more minutes as one guy right next to me started to scoop up the cum leaking from my buddy’s ass and started to massage it into my hole. Does that mean I was just instantly bred by six more loads?! Yup, pig heaven. With that load, I decided to end the night. I hate being one of the desperate bottom whores left at the end of the night, who are eager for a load but end up laying in the sling at the end of the night without any takers. I decided to leave on a high note. So, with who knows how many loads in my ass and strains of HIV being absorbed through my guts, I decided to head back home.

This story is a true accounting of what happened to me this week. It had been a month since my big slip at the bathhouse. Writing about the experience hadn’t helped much with trying to stop myself from indulging further, but through outside distractions managed to keep myself from pursuing cock or cum, but each succeeding week left me with an increasing longing for more such experiences. I teased myself with stories from different sites, poppering my brain into oblivion while burying my nine inch dildo up my ass. Nothing, however, really helped, so I resolved to visit the bathhouse again. Figuring temptation was the enemy, I avoided the busy evening crowd and discount nights, choosing instead to go in the middle of a weekday. The place was much more subdued, with fewer than 20 guys total. Nervously I walked halls, resolved only to suck cock, maybe to swallow a few loads, just enough to curb my cravings. The maze was empty, as was the dark room, and the sauna as well. The few guys I noticed were in their rooms, jacking, apparently (and sadly) uninterested in playing. When I reached the dark room behind the glory holes, an empty room which was pitch black, I noticed two shadows at the far end, so I figured this was the best chance I would get, and made my way back. The darkness made details difficult to determine, but I could tell both guys were white, probably in their 50’s, but I couldn’t make out more than that. Each guy was pumping his buddy's cock, and as I got close they stopped and took in my figure. I am not very aggressive but it seemed these two cocks might well be the only ones on the menu, so I dropped to my knees and began sucking one. Neither guy made an effort to stop me, and I couldn’t help but notice how clean and smooth the cock was. My initial impression is that it was a respectable length and girth, but as I slobbered and worked on it, the cock swelled to a significant nine or more inches with a meaty width. My jaw was strained a bit, but as the cock was uncut and as I was flying on poppers, I was happy to take it all. About then I felt the second guy pull my mouth off of the first guy's cock, and direct his cock into my mouth. The new cock was just about eight inches, and unlike the first guy, this cock was cut, but it had the perfect amount of give, so, without too much difficulty he was able to fuck my throat using with powerful strokes. After a couple minutes I then heard one of them ask “Can we have that ass?” My hole twitched in longing. Getting to my feet I replied "I don't have any condoms." They both replied "Cool, if you are. We're both poz." The statement hit me like a hammer blow, but reasoning cocksucking wasn’t dangerous, I'd continue with as much, and replied “I can't, I'm neg, but I'll be happy to swallow your cocks.” I felt proud of my self-control, although I was also a bit sore in the knees from the ridiculous flooring. After a big hit of poppers, I bent over, and resumed sucking the meaty eight inch cock, as I jacked off the longer uncut cock with my other hand. I felt one of the guys lean over me and start playing with my cheeks and hole, which is always hot, and as he did so, I enjoyed feeling that meaty cock opening up my throat with each thrust. "Mind if I eat your ass?" asked the other guy. 'Hell, yeah,' I thought, and nodded in approval, even with the smaller cock still in my mouth. Within seconds warm lips and a hot tongue were snaking into my hole. The sensation of a tongue in my hole sent me into orbit, and I forced the cock as deep into my throat as I could, caking my face in saliva as I grunted and moaned like a bitch in heat. Then, to my surprise, I felt the cock in my mouth withdraw. I nearly cried out in protest, but when the longer uncut dick slid into my mouth, I hungrily accepted it as the other guy moved behind me. I couldn’t help but notice, however, he didn’t bother getting down to eat my ass. The cock in my mouth was aggressive, pushing deep to choke and gag me, before being yanked out and roughly smacked across my face. I was really into it. As he fed its whole length into my throat I felt his partner lean over me, his wet cock passing across my ass cheeks. I tensed up involuntarily, but with the amazing cock in my mouth, I couldn’t fully concentrate on what the other guy was doing, and apparently hadn’t offered enough resistance to deter what was happening: I felt fat mushroom head of that old cut cock slide between my cheeks and touch my hole, just barely. Cum began shooting cum out of my cock as I moaned in pleasure. The man behind me didn’t miss a beat but rather reached under me to gather the last few spurt of cum in his hand and jack his cock, which was now lubed with my saliva and now a fair portion of my load, only to nestle his warm wet cock back against my hole just as the cock in my mouth slid balls deep. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t breath. Again I heard them ask for my ass again. I grunted and spurted and gagged struggling for air, which he apparently chose not to take as a 'no' as, despite the impressive girth of his cock, particularly the guy's cock head, the cock nestled in my crack slid effortlessly past my opening. In one smooth motion it was squelching gobs of my own cum out as it planted itself fully within me. The sensation of being so full was overwhelming, and the cock in my throat began to withdraw, I attempted to speak, only to be stuffed once more, as both cocks picked up an alternating rhythm. The cock in my mouth turned me on, but the one in my ass made my whole body shudder with each push. The sensations were intoxicating, and soon I was throwing myself back on the cock in my asshole, forcing him in as far as I could. I didn’t need to wonder when the cock in my ass would blow, because, as he fucked it all the way in, I became painfully aware of a swollen lump moving along its length, about to spew its thick hot cum in the very most innards of my asshole. I realized what I was doing and panicked, about ready to completely lose my mind. I stood up and looked around frantically, thinking I should bolt. When the uncut top gently put his hands on my hips, and slowly guided my hole into his lap. He began using his cock head to scoop the cum dibbling from my hole and press it back in. He was careful not to ever insert more than the tiniest bit to push in the cum, and barely stretched my hole at all doing it. The movement was driving me insane, and between my panic and sex drive I was practically delirious. He leaned and whispered into my ear “You said no, so I won't fuck you, but I won't stop you from fucking yourself with my cock though.” With that he leaned back, leaving his cock just slightly brushing against my hole, firmly between my cheeks. His partner went to his knees and began sucking my small cock, which felt great, and as he buried my cock in his mouth he would put pressure onto my hips, teasing tiny bits of the cock head behind me against my hole. I began moving my hips and took a big hit of poppers, my anxiety beginning to fade, and in my moment of inattention the man blowing me reached back for his partner's hips, pulling the cock behind me into my asshole. Halfway in I buried my own self down on it and began squeezing with my ass muscles. Clearly he had been close, as within seconds he announced "I'm shooting," roughly fucking me as he bred my ass. Afterwards they both left, leaving me silent, leaning against the wall. Shortly after this I made my way home. It has been a few days, and I still don’t know how to feel.

I had some hot nooner fun today in the bathroom at a small real estate office. A married guy I met at the gym emailed me to come play and locked the door when I got there. With little ado we went into the bathroom, and with slacks down around my ankles, he bent against the sink and ate my ass before plowed it hard. It only lasted 10 minutes or so, but damn it feels good heading back to work with a load in my abused hole. There is something about quickies that feel so hot and dirty, and especially taboo when it's with a married guy in his space.

I hear the water shut off and my heart skips a beat. I’m sitting on my bed, alone in my dark dorm room. It’s chilly in here and I’m bundled up against the cold, but the shivers running through my body have nothing to do with the temperature. Joe steps out of the bathroom and into my room. The light from the hall frames his thick body, and I can’t help but stare at him. He’s taller and broader than me, with wide shoulders and muscular legs. His soft, round belly pokes out over the towel he’s wrapped around his waist. I can see a few beads of water from the shower twinkling in the thick, soft fur that covers his chest and belly, and his beard is still slightly damp. God, he must be freezing, I think. As my eyes drift downward, I can see the towel tenting out at his crotch, where his cock is already starting to stiffen in anticipation of what we’re about to do – which jolts me back to the reality that I’m about to get something I’ve wanted for a long time. See, I'm a virgin...and Joe is here to fix that. He’s very experienced sexually and says he loves going slow and being patient with less experienced guys. After all, he’s 30 and I’m 19 – he’s had a few more years of practice. A naughty smile plays at his lips. “Hey,” he says, softly. He crosses the room to my bed and I stand to meet him. I lift my head. He’s close enough that I can see my face reflected in his green eyes. He takes my face in his hands – they’re surprisingly soft and gentle. He gently holds me as we kiss, his tongue darting playfully between my lips and swirling around my tongue. It’s electric, and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. I can’t help myself, and my hands slide down to his belly. I don’t know why, but I’ve always had a thing for guys with guts, and Joe's is just what I like to see on a man. I run my fingers through his fur, eyes closed while we kiss, getting to know his body with my fingertips. He’s running his fingers through the mop of curly hair on my head, and I get the sense he’s really enjoying it. One of his hands slides down my back, and he holds me by the small of my back, leaning into his kisses now. They’re somehow more breathless and urgent, and I know he wants me - bad. He lifts my hoodie over my head and off, followed by my t-shirt. His hands caress my torso, stopping to linger at the patch of hair between my pecs, and lightly brushing my nips. He takes one of them lightly between his fingers and gently rolls it without pinching or twisting. It’s a new sensation for me – intense but pleasant. I let out a deep sigh that’s almost a moan. His other hand is busy relieving me of my sweatpants and briefs, and before I know it, he’s got me naked, with my pants and briefs on the floor around my ankles. How’d he do that with one hand, I wonder. He’s a pro. I step out of my clothes and I drop down onto my bed, grabbing and pulling the towel off his waist on my way down. His now rock hard cock juts straight out from his thick bush, his fat, furry ballsack tight and round underneath it. I think about how it’d feel in my mouth, how it would taste and how it would smell – but I have a different objective tonight. Joe climbs onto the bed, lying on his back. “Are you ready?” There’s that wicked grin again. He reaches over the side of the bed to grab his bag from the floor. “Let me help you get started here,” he says. He pulls out a bottle of lube and a small brown bottle. I’m curious. “What’s in that bottle?” I ask tentatively. He smiles. “Poppers,” he says with a grin. “Just for me. If you’ve never used them before I’d rather you didn’t try them for the first time tonight. They can be a bit much.” He’s so protective of me, his sweetness makes me want him even more. He hands me the lube, and I freeze up. I want this so much…want to fuck him the way I’ve seen guys fuck countless times in porn, want to thrust my cock into his hole and finally know what it feels like…but I’m so nervous I don’t know where to start. What if I’m no good at this? What if I hurt him? He must sense my nervousness, because he sits upright, kisses me, and takes the bottle of lube from my hand. “Here, lemme see this.” He squeezes the bottle and the silicone pours into his hand. He wraps it around my cock and I gasp in pleasure at the sensation. This lube is really good stuff – silky smooth and oily – and I’ve never felt anything like it. He strokes my cock a few times and I’m absolutely rock hard in no time. He then puts more lube in his hand and it goes to his furry ass. I watch fascinated as his fingers deftly stroke the outside of his hole, then one finger slips inside and disappears. I hear his sharp intake of breath as he penetrates himself. This is the hottest damn thing I’ve seen in a long time. He seems lost in his own world as he works another finger into his ass, sighing and grinding his hips into his own fist. Wow, I don’t remember feeling that good when I tried to finger myself, I think to myself. I’ve got a lot to learn. He seems to come back to his senses, because he suddenly withdraws his fingers from his hole and looks up at me. “Are you ready to fuck me?” he asks. I nod, and he leans back, grabs ahold of his meaty thighs and rocks back. His hairy hole is exposed and ready, right in front of me. My first ass. I can’t believe this is about to happen, I think. I’m hard and ready, he’s lubed and on his back, all that’s left to do is fuck him. I get up on my knees and pull myself close to him. He instinctively tilts his pelvis up to line his hole up with my cock – and again I marvel at what a natural he is at this. I grab ahold of my shaft and place the head of my cock against the outside of his hole. He puts a hand on my chest, and I get the message – “hold on a second” – as he snatches the little brown bottle off the bed, unscrews it, and holds it under his nostril. I catch an acrid, slightly sweet smell as he blocks his other nostril and inhales deeply. He repeats this with the other nostril, screws the cap on the bottle, and drops his head back, eyes rolling upward. I feel his hole relax and open, almost swallowing the head of my cock, and it’s more than I can resist. I push forward, and the head of my cock pops through his sphincter. Nothing could have prepared me for how it felt. My cock head is surrounded by his velvety, warm, wet hole, and I stop for a second, shocked that I’m actually inside him. He gasps, and grabs my hips with his hands, pulling me deeper. The warmth of his smooth fuck chute engulfs the shaft of my cock. I encounter some resistance when my flared cockhead hits his inner sphincter, but he lets out a long, controlled breath and it opens just enough to let me through. Before I know it, my balls are pressed against his furry ass. Instinct takes over and I begin my first stroke. I slide out, feeling the walls of his ass cling to my cock, until just the tip of my cock is still inside him. I guess I’m just going to go with this, I think. My pelvis grinds forward into him, and without thinking about it I count the strokes. One. Joe opens his eyes and his head comes up off the bed. He’s looking straight into my eyes. “Oh yeah, Ethan, that’s it, that’s good,” he growls. I withdraw again, already feeling my balls tighten underneath as I wind up for the next thrust. Two. It seems like my second thrust hits something important inside him, because his ass tightens around me and he lets out a long, low moan as his head tilts back in ecstasy. I could be wrong but I swear I can almost feel something firm, rubbery and rounded pressing against the top side of my cock through the walls of his ass….could that be his prostate? I hold my cock inside him and he again moans my name. “Ethan….yeah, fuck me.” My cock is so hard it’s almost painful. It throbs with each beat of my racing heart. Oh God I need this, I need this, I need this, I think. Out I slide, and back in I thrust, picking up the pace. Three. Four. Suddenly the familiar sharp tension of my orgasm starts to build deep inside my pelvis. I know I can’t hold off much longer. Oh shit, I wanted to last longer than this! I panic. He’s going to be so disappointed. I start to pull out and hold, trying desperately to think of a way to delay my approaching orgasm. He seems to be able to sense it. Again he pulls me deeper into him, looking straight into my eyes as he growls, “It’s OK, Ethan. Cum in me. Cum. You know you want it. Do it now.” I can’t resist those eyes. Five. It feels like I explode inside him. My cock pulses and I can feel my asshole spasm with each pulse as the cum drains from my balls into his guts. Sounds are escaping my mouth – I don’t know what they are, but they’re loud. As the contractions of my cock and hole begin to subside I collapse forward with a whimper, on top of his beautiful furry belly. He catches me in his arms and holds my head against his chest. “Mmm…you did great,” he says. I can hear the pride in his voice and my heart swells. “I’m so proud of you, little bro.”

Here are my 10 rules for sex 1. I only fuck bareback 2. I will always take your load 3. Is always better if we know less or nothing of each other. 4. I don't do this for my pleasure, just yours. 5. please don't care of what i want, I´m here to serve and be used. 6. You can use me as you wish, no need to ask, take control and I'll obey. 7. Don't feel bad to threat me bad 8. I will let you share me with whomever you want. 9. I will always drink your piss. 10. once you are satisfied my work is done you don't have to wait for me to cum. what are yours?

This is so bloody hot dude... I can't wait for more.... loveing it

Agree with chubbybttmmuc. Let him start with a condom then reach around and pull it off him at some point during the fuck. I've done this several times and only once did the top get pissed off enough to stop fucking me and leave. A couple times I've had the top pause for a "what the fuck" moment before plunging back in my ass bare but most of them just went with the flow and kept fucking without the condom until they shot their load in my ass.

Appearing in porn videos or photos is very liberating. You're saying: this is who I really am. In many ways, it's one of the most honest things you can do.

Had to travel unexpectedly over the weekend for business. Despite a rather busy schedule I managed to get a load up my ass Sunday night. Really wanted to hit up some of the local hotspots and be a no cock refused slut for multiple loads but just didn't have the time. Posted on craigslist for an anon pump and dump session and was lucky enough to score a versatile top staying in a nearby hotel who came to my room and gave my ass the load it needed. He was an older chubby bear like myself with a short but incredibly fat cock. Felt so good letting him open up my hole with his fat raw cock and fill it with cum. He was willing to take my load too but unfortunately I lost control and shot my load while his was shooting his up my ass. We sucked each other clean and said goodnight. No better way to use a hotel room being paid for by my employer then being a slut and falling asleep with a hot load of cum from a stranger in my ass.

At least one one good result from yesterday.

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I have mostly done this during the rare times I allow guys to fuck me with a condom. Afterwards, I will take the used condom and put the cum into my ass, to prepare for the next guy. No, it is not the same as feeling the hot jizz shooting directly from guys' dicks, but it is piggy, kinky and is (as we know) the best lube. Once, though, while in Berlin (of course), I was having fun with a guy at the lab.oratory who instructed me to go around to collect used condoms. After walking around and gathering several, he lubed my ass with the cum, spread some cum onto his own cock and then fucked me, of course dumping his own load deep inside. Wow!!

I was surfing Craigslist today, usually a waste of time because of all the poseurs and closeted guys just looking for jerk-off material and pics. But one ad caught my eye, guy claiming to be bisexual, had a motel room not too far from me. No pics, average stats, but what the hell, right? I replied to his ad and went on cruising other gay hookup sites to arrange my Saturday night dose of vitamin D ? To my surprise, he responded to my email quickly and after a brief phone call i was on my way to see him. For once, everything worked out just the way it was supposed to! He was in room 106, nude and stroking when I walked in. I wasted no time in removing my clothes and was in the bed with him within a minute or two. Fuck me! He has a beautiful, large cock, easily seven and a half inches long and just thick enough. After I sucked him for a good ten minutes he told me to assume the position. I knew which one he wanted and so I crouched on my knees and elbows and presented my ass to him. A little lube and bam! He was drilling my ass deeply! Fucking hell, it felt so damned good! I like being deep fucked by a good, long cock; too many guys just aren't long enough to get more than an inch or two inside me but this guy? He was shoving a solid four inches of hard, pounding cock up my hungry ass with every thrust! It was heavenly! We switched around positions, he took me crouched over, flat on my stomach, on my side, and on my back with my feet in the air (my personal favorite). Eventually, he came, squirting his load deep into my ass. After, I sucked his semi-hard cock clean while gently finding his asshole. He told me it has been a while since he had gay sex and I was amazing and that he normally didn't like his asshole being played with. Then he said "Do you want to fuck me?" He went on to explain that he had only bottomed twice before but he felt so relaxed how I was fingering him and that he thought my cock wasn't too big. I reached for the lube, put some on my hand and worked it into his asshole, then stroked my chub into a full hard-on. I got off the bed while he knelt on the edge of the mattress and stuck his ass out. I stepped up to his sexy butt, pressed my bare cock head against his hole and began pushing gently into him, further with each thrust. We both grunted when my cock head entered him fully and then it was just pure pleasure for both of us as drove my bare cock into his raw asshole. J fucked him for six or seven minutes straight before my balls tightened up and I came inside him. He was begging for it the whole time, wanting me to blow my load in him. So I did. I squirted my toxic seed deep into his body, where it probably still is as I write this. He didn't ask and I didn't tell. Fucking has never been better!

There was one morning at about 7am a few years a go I had a guy cum then piss in my ass and I kept it in till almost midnight. It was so hot and a bit uncomfortable at the same time

Start kissing and playing around. Massage his cock and put it near your hole. Tell him you want to feel his cock on your hole. When he is ready tell him to fuck you a little bare to get your hole open. Then hopefully he gets carried away and you get his load. Usually works for me.

I have a few condoms but they are on a bulletin bvoard with thumbtaxks through them. I don't even want to use them but if I have tosupply ione I'm going to be getting some cuym abnyway

Hi Stu! There's absolutely nothing wrong with you! I think it's awesome that you're such a proud cocksucker and posting pictures of you sucking dick all over the internet. Seeing cocksuckers like you online gives aspiring cocksuckers like me something to live up to, so keep it up! If you've been doing it as long as it seems you have you won't be able to change, and there's no reason you should! Just keeping doing what you love and were born to do: suck dick, drink piss, and let men take photos and video of you doing it

When I started getting fucked at 17 there were occasionally messages in the paper about "a disease that seemed to affect gay men in the USA". Nobody here paid attention, it was far away. So after the first time (the guy in a sex shop when there were no other customers) I went out to a cruising park about every night and took cock like a champ. All bare. Condoms where for straight couples. And my young ass was in high demand! ;-) When the news from the US got more serious I converted to condoms if I had them. But they were expensive and I couldn't really afford them, so unless the other guy had any it was raw (and hardly anyone in the park had any with them).

First time was not planned. Took my BF's raw cock and load while we were staying in a hotel and didn't have access to condoms but were horny to get it on. My second load (and every one after that) was on purpose. That first load is all it to to take me from safe sex condom queen to bareback bottom cumdump. My BF and I never used condoms again after the first time. Having his cum inside me was the best part of fucking. After we broke up I went back to condoms for hookups but it wasn't long before I needed bare cock and loads in me and started going bareback with anyone. Once you've experienced the pleasure of another man filling you with cum there is just no going back. It's the only way you will want to fuck from that point forward.

Love it! Had a few small experiences where the guy did it, but I don't think they pissed much. Then my husband did it...full load of piss all the way up my ass after he'd been fucking me for a while. After he'd drained it, he proceeded to continue fucking me. In pretty short order, that piss started working its way down until it just started erupting from my ass. He's pounding my ass doggy style & with every pump, more & more piss is just spraying out of my ass. I started to pull away which instantly told him what to do...He punches me in the middle of the back, knocking the wind out of me. I'd been holding myself up with my arms but just collapsed. My ass was still in the air...sorta. He grabbed me by the back of the neck with one hand, grabbed my waist with another & held me in place while he continued to pound my ass. It was the most intense feeling I'd ever experienced...It wasn't exactly painful, but definitely overwhelming. I'm a pretty solid power bottom, I like it to hurt a bit, I get off on tops that enjoy making a bottom suffer, but this..... I had tears streaming down my face as he kept a hold of me, pumping my ass...just feeding off my whimpers & whines until finally I could hear & feel him getting close. Those last few seconds as his screams started to build felt like an eternity but eventually I felt his warm, thick jizz start to flood my ass & I knew it was over. He made me turn around & suck his dick afterwards. I was rock hard...& he saw it. After I'd cleaned his dick, he made me stand up. He got on his knees & sucked my dick until I shot my load into the back of his throat. It didn't take long That whole session blurs my memory but I'm pretty sure I was horny as fuck & made him pound my ass again after we slept for a few hours

You are right on target. The first time was an accident, or so I thought until the dude who stealthed me wrote about it here (as he left, he told me he was going to and that I should look up this site). I recognized myself in the account. Turns out he planned all along to hook as a bottom and then flip and stealth with a condom he'd fixed to break. When I realized I'd been played, I started reading more online and learned there's a huge number of dudes who get off on stealthing, even if it's just breeding but not necessarily pozzing the bottom who thinks he's playing safe. I was pretty naive, I guess. The more I read about it from twisted tops' point of view, the more turned on I got, and the more normal the idea of BB sex became--for better or worse. The second time for me was at Slammer in LA, where I was totally looking for a top who wanted to fuck raw. I get the appeal of stealth for tops, but as a bottom, I wanted to do it with someone who liked filling a dude's ass to overflowing. I never wanted to play safe again after realizing how amazing it feels unwrapped.

i would join gladly...love to teach yng ones how to take it like men

Chapter 18) I was awoken by a loud buzzing…no it was a shrieking sound; I fumbled with my alarm clock but it didn’t stop. That’s when the sleepy fog shrouding my brain cleared a bit and I realized it was the new alarm. Someone was trying to break in, or more likely it had been set off by accident. Cursing, I reached for my sleep pants, while Carlos did the same. Then there was someone pounding on the door of the room. I started to get out of bed to open it, but Carlos pushed me back, and said, “No, Darren, let me check what’s going on.” I made an exasperated sound and started to argue, until Carlos unlocked the door and I saw Rod standing there. “Get in the bathroom now, lock the door and close the shutters,” Rod ordered. “What?” I said, as I struggled into my sleep pants and t-shirt. “Someone is trying to break in, they’ve thrown a brick through the window. The police will be here in a few minutes, but you need to do what I’m saying. Now.” His military training was in evidence in the way he was ordering us around. “C’mon, baby, move it,” Carlos said. “I’ll come with you,” he said to Rod. “No. Stay with Darren, and take his cell phone,” he said grabbing my phone and shoving it in Carlos’ hand. “I’m going to sneak out a side window and try to catch the son-of-a bitch in the act.” Carlos didn’t look happy, but nodded and hustled me down the hall. “Who would be stupid enough to hang around after the alarm went off?” I argued, dragging my feet. Then I heard a distant crash between the beats of the bleating alarm, and what sounded like firecrackers. “Get him in there and lock the door,” Rod shouted at Carlos. “Don’t turn on the light until the shutters are closed, and don’t come out of there until either the police or I say it’s okay.” “What about you?” I said, still resisting being hustled into the bathroom. “That sounded like gunshots or something, it’s dangerous…” “Darren, this is what I do for a living, this is why your parents hired me. Shut up and do what I’m telling you so I can deal with these fuckers.” Carlos scooped me up and carried me into the bathroom, slammed the newly-installed heavy metal door, locked it and then groped his way over to the window. “We can’t just leave him out there,” I said. “He’s here to keep you safe and I’m going to make sure you let him do his job,” Carlos said, still fumbling for the shutters. “My phone has a flashlight, give it to me,” I said. He gave it to me, and I turned it on. “Aim the light at the floor,” Carlos barked. “You don’t have to shout,” I said, and then heard another gunshot outside the bathroom window. I gulped and immediately did as he said. He finally got the shutters closed, and I turned on the light. I sank down on the floor, sitting on a little throw rug with my back braced against the cabinet under the sink. I wondered how long we’d have to be locked up in here. On the one hand, it was secure as far as intrusions, but what if they decided to set fire to the house? How would we get out? I tried to relax and stop thinking up worst-case scenarios. But I was certainly good at them. The bathroom had been converted to a panic room, something I’d put down to general paranoia on the part of Uncle Jeffy and my parents. It seemed like they were right, after all. ———————— “Your luggage is in the car parked at the bottom of the steps,” Rod said as crisply as if he were a drill sergeant speaking to new recruits. “I’m going to exit first and open the back door. Darren, exit the house quickly, get in the back seat of the vehicle and duck down. Immediately. Carlos lock the front door of the house, then get in the back with Darren. One of my partners is driving us so I can accompany you inside the airport.” I was tense and exhausted; even after we got the all-clear, neither Carlos nor I had been able to get back to sleep. Rod hadn’t been able to catch anyone, and by the time the police arrived it was pretty obvious whoever had been trying to break in was long gone. The popping sounds turned out to have been firecrackers, not guns, though it looked as if someone might have taken some shots at the front of the house with a pellet gun. The police had come and gone, taken our statements and the video disks from the security cameras. Carlos had set it up so that the cams backed up wirelessly to a Dropbox account that he or Uncle Jeffy could access, so we’d still have a copy. I wanted to argue that this was a lot of fuss over what amounted to a stupid prank, but Rod made it clear that he wasn’t going to take any back-talk. I did exactly as Rod said while he hovered next to the car, and as soon as he and Carlos got in and all doors were shut we headed for the airport. We were going to be hours early for our flight, but Rod and the police decided that it was safest for us to get to the airport and go through security. No one would be able – theoretically, anyway – to get a gun or any kind of weapon past the checkpoint, and Carlos would be with me and could offer physical protection if needed. He was keyed up, ready to punch out anyone who even looked sideways at me. I hoped there wouldn’t be an incident while we were travelling. I was worried that because Carlos was Latino, the TSA and the airlines would probably shoot first and ask questions later given the current poisoned political environment. “Can I sit up, yet?” I asked. “No,” said Rod. “Not until we’re on the expressway.” “Stretch, out, baby, put your head in my lap,” Carlos said. “Now isn’t the time for romance,” I said sarcastically. Carlos scowled at me. “You’ll be more comfortable, and maybe you could catch a nap. You look worn out.” Put like that, the proposition had its advantages, so I stretched out as best I could using Carlos’ muscular left thigh as a pillow. I was on my side; Carlos stroked my hair, then kneaded the muscles where my neck met my head with one hand. I all but purred, and felt myself relax enough to doze lightly as we made our way to the airport. From the way Carlos gradually stopped the gentle massage, I gathered he’d dropped off, too. Rod subtly stood guard while I checked my bag – Carlos only had a knapsack – ensuring that no one got too close. He stuck with us until we’d cleared TSA security, waving goodbye. Part of his holiday weekend would be spent making sure the broken window was repaired, and he would monitor the house remotely via the security cams. Once we’d boarded the flight, Carlos insisted that I take the window seat so he could be a buffer between me and the aisle. I decided not to argue about it, and resisted pointing out that anyone sitting in front or in back of us could still get to me. Carlos said, “I still think we should have called or texted Mike. “What for?” I said for what felt like the millionth time. “There’s nothing he can do, it’ll just spoil his vacation.” Carlo gave up since the jet was going to take off and we had to turn off all electronics. “Baby, I could come with you to New York if you want,” he offered. It was tempting, but I didn’t want to ruin his time with family. “No, I’ll be fine. You should go spend time with your family. I’m sure your parents want to see you, especially with all the fuss over the frat and the legal stuff going on.” He thought for a minute. “All I’m going to do with them is eat dinner, watch football with my dad and some of my brothers and hang out. If I go with you, I get dinner,” he said glancing at me for my nod of verification, “I could still watch football and hang out, plus we could have more awesome sex.” I laughed. “It’s a thought. But you need to unwind and if you’re with me you’ll feel like you have to be my bodyguard.” “And what a body I’d get to guard,” he leered. We went back and forth some more, but he finally conceded that his mom would be upset and disappointed, so he couldn’t really blow off the weekend with family in DC. ———————— “Darren,” I heard my dad call as I exited the concourse at LaGuardia airport, and then I saw him waving. What an intense relief: I’d made it home in one piece. Not that I’d really believed anyone was going to go to the extreme of following me on the flight to harm me, but the events of the last 24 hours were enough to make anybody nervous. It’d been harder than I anticipated to say goodbye to Carlos after we exited the jet way, and I’d found myself looking over my shoulder to make sure no one was trailing me. Given that the vast majority of passengers getting off their flights headed for baggage claim and ground transport, it meant that I’d walked quite slowly, letting everyone pass me. Just to be safe. This warred with my instinct to run as fast as possible and head for home immediately. It would be good to be back on my own turf, just a face in the crowd that was New York and best of all with no bodyguard to dog my steps I’d be able to breathe. Now I was home and could relax. “Dad,” I said, throwing my arms around him. I was so happy to see him, and that’s when I noticed the two guys in dark clothing standing behind him, watching us. They literally screamed “security” without saying a word. Both were, typically, stocky and muscular; one was a little taller with reddish-brown hair; the other was a Black guy, possibly mixed race, a bit huskier. “Darren, this is Trent and Nick, your security guards for while you’re home,” my dad said. So much for normal. “Oh please, is this totally necessary?” I said irritably. “Darren,” my father said sternly “someone tried to break into the house at school. You’ve obviously rattled a number of people, some of whom have no problem using violence to intimidate you and may try to harm you. I’d rather be safe than sorry when it comes to your wellbeing.” “Rod called you,” I said sourly. “That fucking fink…” “I pay him to watch over you and to keep me, your mom and your attorneys informed.” “Fine. Whatever. Can I ask you guys a question?” I said addressing the two Men in Black. “Sure,” one of them, the taller white guy who I thought was Trent, answered. “Is it obligatory for security guards to have monosyllabic names?” I snapped waspishly. Both of their mouths twitched. “You can call me ‘Nicholas’ if you want,” the Black guy said. At least I’d gotten who was who correct. We collected my bag, got into the discreet black sedan with tinted windows that were probably bullet proof and then made the trek to the Upper West Side apartment where I’d grown up. The building was over a century old and had a tastefully ornate Beaux Arts façade. Our apartment had originally been my maternal grandparent’s home, but they’d elected to relocate to Florida years before I was born and had sold the place to my parents for a ridiculously low price. The Planetarium and Natural History museum were right across the street, and Central Park was just a half a block away. They’d always been my favorite places in New York, and as a child were my version of a neighborhood playground. “Mr. Darren,” exclaimed the doorman, Javier as I got out of the car. “Welcome home.” We shook hands warmly; I smiled at him and said, “Thanks Javier. How’s everybody? The wife, the kids…?” “All doing beautifully,” he assured me. “The oldest started high school this year, and the baby is in kindergarten.” Nick cleared his throat loudly, I rolled my eyes. “My handlers want me to get inside and go upstairs,” I said grumpily. “Have a nice holiday,” smiling at Javier to soften my momentary fit of pique. I didn’t want him to think I was irritated with him. I’d save that for the Men in Black. The elevator ride was very quiet, though it was possible that everyone else could hear me fuming. Once we got off the elevator, I could hear our dog barking. As soon as Dad opened the front door that led into the foyer, we were greeted by the manic amber dachshund. “It’s Maximillian Amadeus Grandiamus,” I said, scooping up the wriggling dog. He was beside himself, whining, barking, and licking me everywhere he could reach. “Maxi, you didn’t think I was gone forever, did you? You knew I’d be back…” and that’s when I lost it, and started crying much to Maxi’s dismay, so he licked me in the face. Everything I’d been through: nearly being choked to death by Daddy Scorpio, dodging a potentially fatal illness, the insults and threats and last night’s attack on the frat house came crashing down. “Darren, you’re…sweetie, what’s wrong?” my mother said when she realized I was cuddling the dog and crying. “I’m sorry,” I sniffled. “I’m just, I don’t know…I was looking forward to being home and back to normal for a few days. And then I get here,” I continued, glancing at Trent and Nick, “only to find out that I’m under house arrest.” I saw the bodyguards exchange glances. What that meant, I wasn’t certain, but it probably was along the lines of wow-what-a-messed-up-brat-we-have-to-deal-with. Mom stepped over hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. “Sweetie pie, you’re worn out, and after last night it’s not a surprise. I’m betting that you’ve drunk too much coffee and eaten too much sugar on the way here.” It was as if she had a built-in junk-food sensor. I’d drunk several glasses of iced coffee and had a carrot muffin, a chocolate croissant and a cranberry orange scone while we killed time in the airport. I was pretty wired. “I thought I’d make omelets for lunch – does anyone object to cheddar and mushroom?” Mom addressed that last question to the room, and since there was no answer apparently no one minded and the Men in Black were having lunch with us. She’d chosen mushroom and cheese omelets because they were my favorite – a comfort food. “There’s tomato soup, I’ll make you some chamomile tea and after lunch you can take a nap. You’ll feel better once you’ve had some good food and gotten a little rest.” My mom – there was nothing that food and sleep couldn’t fix. I put Maxi down, and with his tail wagging madly, he went over the Men in Black. They smiled down at him and each gave him a pat on the head. If they were nice to Maxi, they couldn’t be all bad. I scrounged in my coat pockets for a tissue to dry my eyes and hung my coat, then took a deep breath and said, “Trent, Nick, let me hang your coats for you.” Wordlessly, they handed their dark coats to me, and I hung them in the closet. “Hey, what about me?” my dad said, apparently trying to be funny. “You’re not company, but sure, I’ll hang your coat,” and took his battered camel colored moleskin car coat. Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, worried that if they breathed too loudly I’d shatter again. “I’m going to unpack, and then I’ll set the table, Mom.” “If you’re not too tired,” she answered. I had to demonstrate to these guys that I wasn’t a spoiled brat. At least not 100% of the time. “Why don’t I help you with your luggage?” Trent said. “It’s really not necessary, but thanks,” I said, leading the way to my bedroom. Maxi skittered after us, not willing to let me out of his sight yet. Our apartment was large by New York standards, three bedrooms and three-and-a-half baths with a living room, dining room and an eat-in kitchen. The floors were classic herringbone, the ceilings high, about 12 feet. My room had pale-blue walls, with a large blue and green abstract-patterned area rug and dark blue drapes over cream vertical blinds. A grouping of photos was hung on the wall, there were a few more displayed on desk; there was a reproduction of a Morris Louis painting and a framed poster from a long-ago Monet exhibit, too. “Nice place you have here,” Trent said, trying to make small talk. “Thanks. I guess I take it for granted, to me it’s home.” He set down the suitcase, and I opened it on the floor, and started to take out my clothes and put them away. Max decided to “help” me unpack by thoroughly inspecting my suitcase and its contents. Once he was satisfied, he jumped up on my bed and made himself comfortable on the blue, white and green striped duvet. Trent checked out the closet, stepped over to each of the windows and looked out – assessing the security or lack thereof, I suppose – then opened the door to the bathroom. “Hey, this is great, you have your own bathroom? It’s like you have a private studio apartment.” “Yeah. The view is the back of the building, but it’s quiet. Only the living room, dining room and master bedroom have any kind of view anyway. I had a nanny until middle-school, and this was her reoom. Once she moved out, I nagged my parents to let me take it. I think they decided it was easier to let me move in than to deal with my griping.” He smiled at that one. Now was the time. “Trent, I’m sorry about being such an asshole…,” I began. “No apology necessary. You’ve been through a lot from what I’ve heard, and last night must have been frightening.” I paused as I tucked my underwear in the dresser and just nodded, suddenly unable to speak. “You want to tell me about it?” I sighed and shrugged and sat on the bed; I gestured to Trent to sit on my desk chair, which he turned to face me. Max nuzzled my right hand, then rolled over for a belly rub. “What’s to tell? One minute I was asleep, the next the alarm was going off. I figured it had gone off by accident. My friend Carlos was sleeping in my room and he was just going to check what was happening when Rod, my school bodyguard, knocked at the door and told us someone was trying to break in. They broke a couple of windows, and I could hear what sounded like gunshots, but turned out to be firecrackers. The guard insisted Carlos and I go in the panic room and said we couldn’t come out until either he or the police cleared it. We were in there for about an hour before he said it was all clear. That was it for sleep, so we went to the airport early and hung out until it was time for our flight to go. The police suggested it because it was unlikely anyone would be able to smuggle a weapon past security.” “Do they have any idea who did it?” Trent asked. I shrugged. “The police have the security cam recordings, but I haven’t heard if they were able to see much on them. Rod tried to catch them, but whoever it was had already left. Probably some locals who’re pissed at me for messing up the football season. The University’s football team is big deal in that town, and I blew open a whole sexual abuse ring that the coach was running.” “So I’ve heard. That took a lot of guts.” “I didn’t feel like I had a choice. It was just wrong what was going on, the way the guys who are my friends were being used and abused. I had to do something.” “You really didn’t have to,” Trent said. “You could have just come back home and your parents definitely would be fine with that even now.” “Maybe,” I answered. “But how could I sleep at night? And I need my friends there, and they need me. I got them into this mess, I can’t run off as soon as it gets hard. So I’m not just a totally spoiled brat.” “Never said you were,” he answered with a grin. “I bet you thought it,” I said back, smiling at him. He was kind of cute, I noted now that my irritation had abated. Not as good looking as Mike…but definitely attractive. “Your parents told us you had a mouth on you. I see that they’re right.” At that moment my phone chimed, signaling an incoming message. I looked and my heart leapt – it was from Mike. “Call me,” it said. “Excuse me, I’ve got to call, uh…” “Somebody you’re happy to hear from, it looks like,” Trent said. “My boyfriend,” I said sheepishly. His eyes flickered – disappointment? Hmm… “I’ll give you some privacy,” he said, and left the room. I was pressing the return call icon on my droid before he even left my bedroom. “Darren, are you okay?” was the first thing Mike said. Not hello. And he hadn’t called me Darr or Honey or Sweetheart. I had a feeling this was not a good sign. “Sure, I’m fine,” I answered. “Why didn’t you call or text me?” he demanded. “About what?” I said, playing dumb. “Darr, don’t fuck with me. About what happened last night. Why didn’t you contact me? I had to hear it from Rod and then Carlos.” I sighed. “I didn’t want to spoil your vacation. There’s not much you could have done. I’m fine, Carlos is fine, even Rod is fine. A couple of the windows in the house, not so much, but they can be replaced.” “You should have called me first thing this morning.” “What about your family? How would you explain an early morning phone call like that?” “All right, well, you could have texted me,” he blustered. “Oh, yeah, great idea,” I said sarcastically. “‘Mike, someone tried to break into the house last night, Carlos and I spent an hour locked up in the safe room, but we’re fine. Have a nice day.’” “You could’ve texted me to call you when I could. That’s what Rod and Carlos did.” Duh. “I didn’t even think of that,” I said, chastened. “I didn’t want you to worry.” “Well that didn’t fucking work out, did it?” He was seriously pissed off at me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make it more real, I guess. I’m safe, though. I’m at home and my parents hired a couple of security guards to watch over me.” “I’m glad they have some sense. You can’t do this, Darr, you can’t shut me out.” “I wasn’t shutting you out, I was planning to tell you on Sunday as soon as I saw you.” I argued back. “I’ll bet,” he snapped. “I’ve gotta go now. I’ll see you Sunday,” he finished and hung up. No “I miss you.” Not even a goodbye. I rested my head in my hands; Maxi seemed to know I was upset, so he got in my lap and nuzzled my face, then rolled over on his back. I petted him absently. This was going to be the worst Thanksgiving in history. ————————— I was in the frat house…where was everybody? The layout was different; somehow my room from home had been transported here. I thought I heard Maxi in my room and went to look, but then I was in a different room…the sub-basement room? The walls were covered in black velvet, but there were windows. I heard shouting and looked out of the window, there were people pointing at the house, which now was just the one room I was in, and the walls were just fabric like a temporary pavilion. The crowd was angry and yelling something – I couldn’t make out the words – as they walked towards the house. I looked out the front of the house and there were more of them…where was my panic room, where was the basement…I couldn’t find a safe place and now they were inside and I couldn’t move fast enough… I woke up gasping for breath. It took me a minute to remember where I was, and another to stop hyperventilating. Just a dream, just a dream, I told myself. I went to my bathroom, turned on the light and drank some water. I wondered if I’d shouted out loud and if anyone had heard me. I turned the bathroom light off, checked the time: 3:30 AM. I lay back down and tried to go back to sleep, but the dream still haunted me. I ached to have Mike here with me, or Carlos or Aiden or Aaron or Ike. They’d tell me it would be okay, and hold me until I calmed down. I should have let Carlos come here. I should have listened to him and contacted Mike. I tossed and turned…finally I gave up and went to the kitchen. Maybe I’d make myself some more chamomile, and that would help. I pulled on a robe over my pajamas and navigated by memory in the darkness to the kitchen. Once there, I turned on the light in the hood over the stove, and as quietly as I could got a teabag, put it in a mug, ran water over it and then put it in the microwave. It would be less noisy than using the kettle. I heard the jingle of Maxi’s collar tags as he joined me in the kitchen, looking at me with wide, imploring eyes, clearly hoping for a snack. “Can’t you sleep either, Maxi? Let me get you a treat,” I said, and went into the cupboard and got him his favorite, a liver snap. He wolfed it down as if he’d been starved for days. Then the microwave started to beep, so I ran and silenced it, taking out my cup of tea. I took it into the living room, turned on a lamp next to the sofa where Maxi joined me. The tea was still too hot to drink; I blew on it and took a few cautious sips, and petted Max. Two days until I saw Mike. I didn’t know what to hope for. Maxi was deliriously happy, though, rolling over on his back, and petting him seemed to calm me. I remembered reading that petting dogs could lower blood pressure and decrease stress. I heard quiet footsteps, and looked up to see Trent in the doorway, dressed in NYU sweats. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” I whispered. “Your parents pay me to sleep lightly,” he said, taking a seat in the armchair nearest the sofa. “I guess you drew the short straw, staying here on Thanksgiving.” We kept our voices down to avoid waking my parents, though their bedroom was at the other end of the apartment and with its own private bath. He smiled. “It’s okay. Nick and I switch off holidays when we need to, and your mom put on quite a spread for dinner. What are you doing up?” “I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I’m having tea and petting Maxi, which I hope will relax me.” “He’s a cute dog. Loves you to death.” “He kind of loves everyone,” I said. “It’s hard to compliment you,” Trent said with a lopsided smile. “Sorry?” I answered, feeling puzzled. “I tried earlier when we were talking about your situation at school, and now the dog, too. He hasn’t jumped up to greet me, so I think we can say he’s pretty attached to you.” “Okay. I guess that’s true. Dogs never stop loving…” I said on a sigh. “The call with the BF wasn’t so great, huh?” he asked sympathetically. I huffed out a breath of air. “Do my mom and dad pay you to read my mind, too?” “I don’t read minds, but you were excited to get his text, and since you called him you’ve been dragging around looking miserable. They do pay me to be observant.” “Yeah, it wasn’t a great call. Actually, it was a total disaster. He’s angry because I didn’t call and let him know what had happened, and he found out from Rod and a frat brother. He called, we argued, he yelled at me and hung up without even saying goodbye.” “I’ve seen this before. It’s not really you he’s angry at.” “He does a great impression of being angry at me.” “Trust me. He’s pissed and feeling guilty that you were in a dangerous situation, that he wasn’t there and that there’s nothing he can do about it.” I just shook my head and looked away. “And you had a nightmare, didn’t you?” I was surprised and I’m sure it showed. “What makes you think so?” “Darren, I work with individuals who need protection from people who want to hurt them. That’s a stressful situation to put it mildly, and most of them have nightmares and don’t sleep well. It’s hard to be in that position.” I felt a wave of relief. Someone finally knew what it felt like for me. Everyone else just told me to do as my security told me to, and that I’d be safe. In the meantime I was a wreck, constantly braced for the worst. “Did your training include being a psychotherapist, too?” He chuckled, still keeping his voice down. “No, but I worked as a bartender for a while. You learn how to listen doing that job.” “Yeah,” I said. “I had a nightmare, an awful one.” In a replay of our earlier conversation he said, “Want to tell me about it?” I told him about the dream in detail; it had been terrifyingly vivid. “I guess it’s not hard to interpret is it? Classic anxiety dream: threatening crowd, no one to help me, no place to be safe.” “It sounds pretty bad,” he said sympathetically. “I’ve had others over the past few months, but Mike was always there when I woke up.” “And you just had a big argument with him, which makes it worse.” I nodded, felt my eyes burn, but successfully stanched even the suggestion of tears. I’m not going to cry over Mike if he’s going to be a jerk. Trent moved to sit next to me, put his arm was around my shoulder. “You’ve had a hard couple of days, and you need to try and get some rest.” I didn’t want him to take his arm from around me…it felt good. Reassuring. But I nodded and stood, moving towards my room. “Isn’t Max going to come with you?” Trent asked. “I wish. No, he’s been very well trained. He sleeps here in the living room, or if he’s hot will curl up in the guest bathroom on the tiles. I tried to get him to sleep in my room when I found out I hadn’t been accepted at my first choice college. My mom even gave her blessing, but as soon the lights would go out, he was scratching on the door to leave my room.” “He’s a funny little thing,” Trent said as we left the living room. “Thanks for listening to me,” I said once we were at the short hall that led to my room, and held out my hand. He took it in both of his, and gave it a squeeze. I leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, but he zagged when I zigged and, somehow, our lips met instead. It was like static electricity, a brief shock; then as if it were the most natural thing in the world, his arms were around me and we were kissing. Seriously kissing. I broke it off. “I’m sorry, that was really inappropriate,” I gasped. “Yeah, I know,” he answered. And we kissed again. We somehow made our way to my bedroom without really breaking the kiss, apparently quietly enough that my parents didn’t hear us. Both of us were breathing hard; I was practically crawling up his body, so he quickly lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me over to my bed and laid me down, then blanketed me with his body. I could feel the weight of his muscular body on mine, his lips moved delicately over my jaw and neck. He was pushing my robe off my shoulders, and I started to pull at his sweat shirt. In short order we were both naked, and we launched ourselves at one another, kissing, licking, biting and caressing. His hands were warm, lightly calloused; I shivered as he stroked my back and shoulders. “You have a beautiful body,” he murmured. “If you’re into wire hang…” he cut me off with a kiss. “Just say thank you,” Trent whispered. “Or better yet, tell me what you like about my body.” I giggled. “Everything,” I sighed, a little theatrically. “Your muscles,” I said kissing his right biceps and then trailing kisses across his furry chest to his left arm. “The way you touch me, the callouses on your fingers. Your lips,” I added and kissed him. “And of course…” I finished, stroking his hardening cock, and playing with his balls both of which looked to be every bit as big as Mike’s. He closed his eyes, his jaw dropped and his head dropped back as he gave a low groan. I moved down and began to lick his cock head, teasing, light touches of the tongue along with little kisses, then moved to his thick shaft and gave it the same treatment. “Where did you learn to do this?” Trent gasped out. “You’re what – 18?” I looked up at him coyly. “I’ve been studying hard since I got to college.” I moved to his balls, using my lips and tongue like I had on his dick, and kept going behind his balls. He shifted a little so I was able to lick his asshole; he gasped and I could feel his hand on the back of my head, holding me securely in place. As I rimmed him, I stroked his balls and his dick, eliciting another moan from him. Then he was pulling me up, and planted his lips on mine. “God, I want to fuck you so bad…” I smiled seductively and went to my bathroom and retrieved the bath/shower oil I used on my skin. I put some on my hand and rubbed it on his cock, then took some more and lubed up my butthole, then laid back with my legs spread. He looked down at me with a startled expression on his face. “What?” I said. “Don’t you want me to use a condom?” I hadn’t even thought of it, I was so used to bareback sex. “I’m on PReP,” I explained. “It’s covered.” He gulped. “You’re sure?” “Positive,” I answered. “Just fuck me…I want it so bad,” I whispered. He took my legs over his shoulders, lined himself up and started to push gently inside of me, almost as if were afraid he’d hurt me. Since I’d been fucked six times by Carlos the night before, taking Trent’s dick wasn’t difficult, even though he was quite well endowed. He slid in with no resistance from me and no pain at all. Quite the opposite – my own dick was hard as a rock. He pulled back and then thrust in again. “It’s been…I don’t know how long since I fucked someone bare, your ass is so sweet. I want to make it last…but you’ve got me so turned on…” he gave an inarticulate cry, and began thrusting against me with hard strokes, grunting as he did. “I’m gonna cum…take it…” and he pushed all the way in, his balls against me. I could feel his dick spasm as he shot his load inside me, and that’s all it took for me to shoot my own load all over my chest. He slumped on top of me and covered my mouth with his. I could feel his heartbeat race in counterpoint with my own. “You weren’t the only one who was turned on,” I said, stroking the back of his neck. He propped himself on his elbows and grinned. Then he grimaced, his expression serious. “I shouldn’t have done this.” “Hello? It wasn’t just you, or did you forget about my being here, too?” “It was totally unprofessional…” he began. “Totally naughty, and that’s why it was so much fun,” I said, interrupting. Then I remembered everything we’d just talked about. “Besides, it’s what I need right now…to feel desirable.” “Your boyfriend is an idiot if he lets this come between you. And I’m betting he’ll cool off in a few days.” Trent pulled himself carefully out of my ass. “I wish I could sleep with you, but that’s probably a really bad idea.” I nodded in reluctant agreement. He stood, used my bathroom to take a leak and clean up a little, then pulled on his sweats. I was still in bed, now feeling warm and drowsy. He sat next to me, and kissed me again. “Think you’ll sleep okay?” I inhaled and sighed deeply. “Yeah. Thanks.” “See you in the morning,” he said, and slipped quietly out of my room. I wonder if my parents pay him for that, too? I thought as I slipped into deep, untroubled sleep.

Part 2 Seth said it was time to get me laid as he worked my virgin hole open. I really must have been tight cause when he was working my hole open with his fingers I could feel a burn as the muscles stretched. Seth climbed up on the bed and was kneeling between my legs. I got a good look at this 20 something stud about to take my virginity. I was a little surprised and shocked at the piece of meat he had between his legs. It wasn't fully hard yet and I was guessing it was over 8". Seth then leaned in and gave me a kiss. I parted my lips granting his tongue full access. As our tongues wrestled I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to my hole. Then I felt the tip of his tool began to press in where nothing had ever been before except for his own fingers. When I felt his big mushroom head pop in I thought I would be in terrible pain. On the contrary, it felt so right. He held still in me giving me time to adjust to his penetration. I simply looked into his eyes and told him to keep going. For some strange reason my hole felt a hunger that could only be satisfied by a cock. Seth slowly sank in deeper, going slow. He seemed to want my first time to be one I'd never forget. When he finally bottomed out balls deep I was ready to be his bitch. He slowly pulled back out and then thrusted back in which brought a moan from me and a pleasurable look in Seth's eyes. Seth slowly began to piston in and out of my hole as we looked at each other. The feeling seemed to be so overwhelming, my senses seemed to be heightened. I was amazed at how good my first time was starting out to be. Seth fucked me like that for a long time. I reached up and touched his face as we kissed again. Then I was curious to how his cock was sliding in and out of me that I reached down between our two bodies to feel the piece of man meat penetrating me. I felt the base of his cock as it moved in and out of my hole. I was suddenly shocked that I could not feel the bottom of the rubber. Seth told me he played safe, did he trick me? I think Seth saw the look on my face as I realized he was fucking me bareback. But the look on his face seemed to calm my fears as he began to pound my hole and made the fuck feel 100 times better then it had started out to be. I could not let this go and asked him to stop and put a condom on his cock. He "seemed" a little shocked and said that he was so much into me and my body and making my first time memorable he forgot to put one on. Then he added that it was actually too late since he had already flood my hole with 2 loads. The look in his eyes and the sensation of my first time had me giving into his bareback fuck. The thought of fucking raw was a turn on for me and if this is how I am to start then so be it! When I was getting tired of holding my legs in the air he suggested that we switch to me on all 4's and he'd fuck me doggy style. He got behind me and slipped his cock back in so easily. At first I thought I felt a slight burn as he penetrated me for the second time of the night, but quickly resumed his assault on my hole, making me feel so good that I quick;y forgot about the burn I felt. As Seth fucked me in this new position I heard a key being placed into the door of the room. I was surprised to see the cut guy from the main counter walk in naked closing the door behind him. Seth told me that he was Randy and that they were roommates. Randy always joins him after his shift so that they can chill in the room and fuck. Randy walked right over to the bed and got on his knees in front of wagging his soft cock. I needed to direction as I took it into my mouth and began to give him the best blow job I could. Seth's assault on my hole was reaching a climatic spot as I began to feel Randy's cock grow in my mouth and took him (with expertise I learned with 'friends' at school I had the occasion to suck off) down my throat. Randy was shocked I was able to get him into my throat without gagging as he commented to Seth that I was one hell of a cock sucker. Seth let Randy know that he he liked my throat he was going to love my ass. I could feel Seth's cock begin to grow inside me as his pace quickened and his breathing became ragged. I knew he was about to cum inside me. God only knows how much cum he already deposited inside my formerly virgin ass. As Seth was reaching his eminent orgasm I was getting Randy nice and hard. I figured he'd fuck me next. The question in my mind was do I let him bareback me as Seth already has.

As a total btm slut, if I was ever in the situation I'd much rather tops tried to determine if I was actually ok or in need of medical help, rather than "do I fuck him or not?". That is certainly what I would be thinking if I was a top coming across an unconscious btm.

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I back up on gloryholes in adult bookstores a few x a week. I've had gono of the butthole a few x but I can't stop. What level does that make me? ; )

Good job! That's what being a bookstore whore is all about -- letting yourself get used as a cum receptacle without knowing who or what is pumping your ass full of cum.

I love getting fucked through a glory hole. Unfortunately I am tall and it is difficult because generally the glory holes are cut in the wrong position for me. Still, I'm glad some men like the anonymity. It really doesn't matter what the top or bottom looks like, his age, etc. The top has a cock that needs an asshole and I have an asshole that needs a cock. Too bad some people play the "you're not good enough for me" game in person. They just look right through the guy on the other side. I don't understand the arrogance. Your cock (or ass) will love it. Just do it.

Hooded and ass up in a dark San Francisco motel room tomorrow. Message me if you'd like to join in and breed me.

He fucked me raw that first night. When he took his shirt off I saw the biohazzard tattoo amongst all that fur, muscle and his other tattoos, but I didn’t care: having spent much time looking at various raw sites and Tumblr, I knew I was a chaser and wanted nasty raw seed in my ass. Jeff likewise either knew as much, or at very least was a gifter, 'cause the first time he fucked me that night he fucked me raw, using only my spit as lube. The second time his cum served as lube. Needless to say, the next day I was very sore and found it somewhat uncomfortable to walk around. When I saw Jeff at the club the day after he came right over to me, ad I greeted him asking "Hi, how are you?" I was in lust for him. His furry chest and his eight inch uncut cock hit every one of my buttons, and Jeff knew it. He fucked me again that day and a few days later. On that night he inserted a plug up my hole and told me I was going to be his. I played dumb and asked him what he meant. I was told that he was toxic and that I must know that by the tattoos. Honestly I did, and I was a young horn dog of a guy. I took not only his cock but the cock of anyone else he said. Most were poz and never on meds, some were so nasty but I was always boned by them. Over the first year I became the PIG that I was meant to be. He showed me how to work my body and use roids to shape it. I took every load offered to me and my hole was stretched over and over again. When I got sick, Jeff came and took care of me and even dropped a few more toxic loads in my cunt to make sure I was good. The pig in me came out more and more. I worked on and pumped my nips to nice big fat erasers and my hole became nice and puffy. I barely showered and was ripe most of the time. Not that it mattered since I worked for a building crew and what did they care. Jeff made sure that my muscles were over proportionate to my body and I had no hair on me except for my eyebrows. He knew hairy men got me off. He got me to tattoo myself and my body was about 50% covered. I looked like a gangster and I didn’t care. In construction I looked and acted like one of the guys. Little do they know. He made sure I was fucked and used by the most deviant men and that is all that mattered. If I wasn’t being used I was jerking off on sites like breeding zone, bbrt and even tumblr. I shot so much cum that one day there was blood in it and 8 hours later it was only blood. When I voiced my concern to Jeff he smiled and said that I wasn’t meant to cum as I was a fuck hole. That night he put my cock in a cage and I haven’t touched it since. It does leak when I am being gang used (and still bleeds on occasion) but I can’t get myself off. Upon Jeff’s insistence I got tested for HIV a year ago and know I am full blown. It doesn’t matter though because I can’t live without my hole being used and filled full of cum. As for Jeff, I moved in with him and he uses me/lends me out/ trains me as the PIG I am and I am happy with that. We both know my place.

On a few occasions at gay hotels in Palm Springs, I've been blindfolded under my rim seat and serviced several anon men. was very hot

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