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I had been working in the city for several weeks before I found the bar. It was down a dark, run down side street and only obvious from the gaudy neon light outside. I had read about it online, and most of the reviews used words and phrases like 'filthy', 'sleazy', and 'full of older men'. The prevailing opinion was you only went there once just to see how awful it was. I, on the other hand, was attracted to it precisely because of the sleaze and the sense of depravity in the reviews. For some reason I find myself drawn to encounters which would disgust most people, (although I had not had many such encounters myself). Well, once inside the bar, the music was playing loudly, and the dim lighting revealed the bar counter, a dance floor and a selection of tired and grimy tables and chairs. About six guys occupied the bar stools, chatting to the barman, who was a large, middle aged man with glasses. Somewhat nervously, even if excited, I took a spare bar stool and ordered a beer. Three of the guys on the corner of the wooden counter were giving me the eye as they chatted - a thin old guy probably in his sixties with a cap and thick spectacles, a fat guy about the same age whose polo shirt only just covered his heavy belly which hung over greasy trousers, and a younger, chubby guy with a pale face which shone with sweat, which was framed by thin, mousy hair. The man seated next to me greeted me, and we chatted for a while, which also served to calm me down so I could relax. After a while, I plucked up some courage and asked "So, does this place have a ... you know... dark room, or some place like that?" He gave me a wry smile. "Just downstairs. The toilets in the basement. That’s where the guys go and get up to all sorts." I sipped some more beer, feeling my palms getting sweaty and my heart beat faster. "But if you go down there, be careful with your wallet. It's easy to get your pocket picked when someone's sucking you off." I blushed and nodded. "Can't be too careful." "Oh, and use a condom." Uh oh. I thought, here comes the safe sex lecture. He must have seen my expression because he shook his head and said "No, I mean it. This 'ain't Disneyland. You let a guy in you bare down there, and you'll likely get knocked up, if you know what I mean. Some of them would love to get in your pants and give you a dirty load." My heart skipped a beat and I felt excitement and fear in equal measure. "Anyway," he said, tapping my shoulder, "I just thought you should know. I'm going outside for a cigarette." He got down heavily from the stool and disappeared outside. The guys at the bar were ignoring me now. I took another sip of beer, then went over to the narrow, dimly lit stairs to the basement toilets. At the bottom, a left turn led to a small space containing two cubicles with broken locks and a filthy sink. The urinals were straight ahead from the foot of the stairs, behind a screening wall. There was no one there. I didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved. I was in the area next to the cubicles when I heard a step behind me. I turned to see the three guys from the bar crowding into the space. They didn't say anything, but the thin guy with the thick glasses began to rub a rather large bulge in his threadbare trousers. I gave them a nervous smile, aware of my own trousers tightening at the groin. He slowly unzipped his fly, reached in and pulled out a thick, stiff cock. I took his cock in my hand, feeling the warm, silky flesh in my palm. "Do you want to suck it, mate?" he asked. The sixty-four thousand dollar question. The moment when I could still make a choice to stay or go. I made my choice, and bent forward and took him in my mouth, tasting the salty sweatiness as he dug in a pocket and took out some poppers. I heard him sniff deeply, then the bottle was offered to me. I stopped sucking long enough to take a big hit, feeling the chemical course through me. My inhibitions wash away, so I eagerly resumed sucking him. The bottle, meanwhile, was passed between the men and the powerful aroma filled the small space. I felt a hand grab my arse and stroke it through the material of my trousers. " Nice arse," said a gruff voice behind me. "Let's see it, then." I fumbled with my belt and zip, and then my trousers slid down to my ankles. I felt rough fingers dig into the waistband of my underpants and pull them down, exposing my bare bottom. I continued to suck the cock, until he lifted my chin and straightened me up, before kissing me on the mouth. I gasped as his tongue slid between my lips and I tasted beer and cigarettes on his breath. He laughed as he pulled away. "Bend over the sink, matey," he said. The young chubby guy was sweating profusely and grinning like a Cheshire cat. He had dropped his trousers and pants as he wanked a thin, curved cock and was beside himself with excitement. Slowly, I turned and bent over the sink, grabbing the edge of the cold ceramic bowl. Beside me, the fat guy was humming happily to himself as he pulled the polo shirt over his head, revealing a fat, hairy torso, and flabby belly. His body odour filled the space as he dropped his trousers and a thick, stubby cock sprang up between his fat thighs. There was a grimy mirror above the sink. I saw my reflection, face flushed from the poppers, and behind me the thin guy digging a crumpled tube of KY from his pocket. He unscrewed the cap, squeezed a dollop on to his forefinger, and roughly worked it into my arsehole, the filthy, rough fingernail scratching my delicate skin. "Here we go," he remarked, dipping to push trousers and pants down, then waddling behind me and sniffing from the brown bottle. I had one last moment of sanity. "Don't...don't you want a condom?" He chuckled and handed me the bottle. "Naw, we're all friends here, 'ain't we?" The young man giggled. " Fuck him, Bill!" I sniffed the poppers, felt a moment's fear as Bill pushed forward and then his cock slid up me in a delicious, slippery rush and I gasped and sagged over the sink. "There we go," Bill whispered and began to slide slowly in and out of me. "Jesus, he's got a nice arse!" He said to the others. "Proper smooth and wet." He fucked me for a few minutes as the other two clustered round and probed under my stomach to feel the base of the cock sticking in me. Suddenly, footsteps sounded on the stairs. I would have got up but the others seemed unconcerned, and whatever the case, I was pinned to the sink. In the doorway stood the man from the bar who had warned me about being careful. His face was a comic mixture of shock, disgust and lust as our eyes met. Bill stood back, and the man could clearly see his cock was bare and glistening with lube. "Want some, mate?" The man blushed and shook his head, but he didn’t leave and I saw his hand begin to rub his crotch. "C'mon then, Jamie." said Bill. "Climb on and fill yer boots before you blow a fuse!" The chubby young man waddled behind me and eagerly pressed his cock into my hole. It was thin and curved with a mushroom head, and went in easily. Unlike Bill, he fucked me in short furious strokes, gasping with pleasure as the sweat dripped from his chin on to my bare buttocks, "Oh..oh yeah..uuuh..uuuh." he grunted as Bill pressed the bottle to my nose. " Fuck 'im Jamie! " growled the fat man, " Give 'im that dirty load of yours!" My head swam from the poppers and I heard my voice squealing with pleasure and animal lust as the young man's movements got faster and more urgent. "Here...here it comes...aah!" he gasped, and I felt his cock stiffen and throb and knew he was spurting in me. At last he relaxed, and pulled out, staggering back to lean against the wall. I felt a drool of sperm run down over my scrotum and was aghast at what I'd done. Yet I didn't move. I looked at my swollen face in the mirror and licked my lips in shame and lust. The man was still standing in the doorway, rubbing his crotch. But now he was shaking his head slowly and looking at me as if to say "You stupid bastard." I felt a heavy body behind me and the flabby belly being lifted on to my buttocks as the stubby cock nosed at my hole. Bill bent beside me and kissed me again, remarking "There now, didn't I say we were all friends?" The fat cock slid into my dripping hole and began to mechanically fuck me. I gasped and hung onto the bowl as he rode me, all the time looking at the man who was shaking his head, but now had his cock out as the young man knelt before him and sucked it. "More than friends," puffed the fat man as he started to thrust fast and hard into me. "He's gonna be family after we knock him up!" then he grunted like a pig and shuddered all over as he came in me. He pulled back and I straightened up, feeling the sperm from two loads sliding out of me. Bill was grinning and he ruffled my hair. "Dirty bastard, ‘aren’t you?" The fat man pulled on his clothes, belched and disappeared upstairs for a drink. Idly, I watched the young man's head bobbing back and forth until the man gasped and spurted into his mouth. Not meeting my eyes, he scurried out. Jamie got up and pulled his trousers up, his mouth wet with spit and cum as Bill fastened his trousers. "Don't you want to fuck me?" I asked. "Not yet, mate. We've got a whole evening ahead of us.”

Part 2. There was a cluster of men at the bar talking to the fat man who was perched uncomfortably on a bar stool. Bill bought me a drink and we stood chatting with the group. I found it surreal to stand there talking about football with the sperm from two men swimming in my belly. I couldn't also help but thinking the men were, all in all, a sleazy looking group of older trolls, and I could clearly see they were eyeing me hungrily, obviously having been told about my performance by the fat guy. After a while several of them headed for the basement and didn't return. Bill, in turn, sidled up to me and gestured his head towards the basement staircase, remarking "They're waiting for you, sunshine," giving me an evil grin. I put down my drink, knowing what I was going to do, feeling the fear and loathing but unable to stop myself. It was as if a pit of depravity had opened up at the bottom of those stairs, and I was helplessly drawn to it. No-one would understand what I was doing, except these vile men who excited me so much. Bill dug out the filthy tube of lube and the poppers bottle and pressed them into my hand, suggesting with a leer "Here, you'll need these." I blushed and headed over to the stairs, aware of the bar man was watching me and knowing what he must have been thinking. At the bottom, I turned left to the cubicle area and found a group of men standing silently, waiting. More than one man had pulled out his cock and was stroking himself, his flesh rigid in the dim light from the cubicles as everyone watched an old man bent over the sink, naked from the waist down, who was being fucked from behind by a younger man with a bald head and earrings. I paused, intimidated by the atmosphere of sweat, lust and piss and the hungry eyes staring expectantly at me. I took a deep hit of poppers until my heart pounded and my body melted with excitement, then went into a cubicle and pulled off my trousers and underpants, folding them neatly on top of the cistern. I heard grunts of appreciation at my bare bottom, then I turned and the group pulled me in. Hands groped my body, cock and balls and someone hugged me, mashing his mouth against mine, kissing me deeply. I gasped for breath and felt myself giving way to the urge to breed with these strangers as my cock stiffened in rough hands. There was a big box next to the sink, housing a water tank or something, and I found myself pushed back until I was sitting on it. Beside me, the old man had reached back to pull his flabby buttocks apart, urging the man to cum in him in a soft, urgent whisper. Eager hands lifted my legs and bent them to my chest so my bottom hung over the edge and my hole gaped vulnerably as they pulled my legs apart. I held out the tube, and one of the men holding my legs grabbed it, twisted off the cap and rubbed a cold gobbet of lube into my hole making me gasp as he shoved two fingers into me, scratching and probably tearing the delicate skin with his dirty nails. The man grinned down at me and pulled his fingers out, transferring his hold back to my leg, whispered "He's ready. Who's first?" I could see by the sweat shining on his face he was turned on by what was going to happen to me. A short, stocky black guy wearing a dirty tee shirt which bore the word 'Sanitation', pushed his combat trousers and boxers down, and, standing between my legs, grasped his thick, veiny cock which was topped by a large pink head. Sweat dripped off his chin, falling onto my belly as he got into position and all four of us – me, the men holding my legs and the black guy – looked down and watched his cock push into me, opening up my hole then sliding up me until his short, curly pubic hair was tight against my arse. Then as he began pounding away, his balls began to slap against mine as he began to slide it in and out. He leered at me and leaned forward, searching for my mouth with his and clamping his big, soft lips on mine as his thrusts became more urgent. “Yeah!” whispered the man holding my leg, who continued urging “Fuck the bitch! Oh, fuck, you've got it coming now, boy!” The black man grunted as he thrust, mashing his mouth on mine and gripping my thighs as he worked to a climax. Then, he gave a loud gasp and pushed hard into me and I felt his cock throb and throb as he spurted. At the same time, the man beside me stroked my hair praising me in a hoarse whisper, saying “There you go. Good boy, there you go, good boy.” I relished his praise. At the sink, the old man gasped with pleasure as he received the cum from his lover, and as we gazed at each other, we exchanged a smile, recognizing each other as brothers in depravity at that moment. Then the black guy stood back and pulled his cock out of me, and a gush of warm spunk slid down my balls. The guy holding my leg slid his finger into my hole, scooped out some cum, and murmurred “Mmmm …lovely!” as he licked his finger clean. Then someone else was between my thighs, and I found myself looking into the face of the first man who had warned me not to go bare. He pulled off his tee-shirt, dropped his trousers and underwear, giving me a clear view of his long, thin cock which had sprung-up against his belly. Below his belly button was a black bio-hazard tattoo. He saw me look and grinned, asking "I warned you, didn’t I?” as he continued "But since you’ve been pozzed at least three times so far, I guess You won’t mind taking my load, right?” Without waiting for an answer, he slid into me. My response was to reach for the poppers bottle and sag back into his crotch in surrender.

It was a slow Tuesday night at the Hollywood adult theater in Lake City. Just a handful of guys, none of whom wanted to stick their dick in my mouth. That was unfortunate. I really wanted to take a lovely prick in my mouth, nurse to a full erection and enjoy the taste of semen filling my mouth. I love sucking dick and I'm good at it. Too bad the closet cases and "straight" guys infesting the theater wouldn't let me show them a good time. I was sitting in the gay room alone, idly stroking my cock and watching a pretty boy take a rough raw fucking from a big dicked black guy. I envied the kid. I didn't have the guts to bareback and take loads like I really wanted to. I'd only had two raw cocks cream my ass, and that was only because I was really drunk. Both times I'd been anxious for months afterwards, until I tested negative. That didn't stop me from jerking off remembering the feel of a bare cock in me, the intensely arousing knowledge that the cock was spewing cum in my ass, the feel of it oozing out of my butt and the taste of it when I wiped it off with my fingers and licked them clean. Ah well, I hadn't been drinking that Tuesday night and would content myself to sucking and swallowing. Now, if some faggot would just allow me do that. The door to the theater slammed and few minutes later a middle-aged white guy walked in the room and looked around a bit and left. Figures, goes directly to the gay room, sees a queer with his cock out and leaves. Oh, well. Not long after that the guy came back and looked at me. He stepped directly in front of me, unzipped and took his cock out. I took my glasses off and licked my lips and he stepped forward and stuck his very nice uncut, soft dick in my mouth. At last, a fag who knows what he wants! I lovingly worshipped his prick. I love uncut cocks, especially when they're soft as they slide in my mouth. I love slipping my tongue under the foreskin and licking the head, enjoying the distinct tastes uncut guys get when they aren't too scrupulous about washing. Before long I had him fully hard, a lovely seven inches of moderately thick meat. Unfortunately he pulled out and walked away, stroking his length. Ah, shit! Tease me and walk off. Just my luck. I had just about just about decided to jerk off to the video when the guy came back and stuck his dick in my mouth again. I nursed him again and was starting to taste precum when he pulled out and sat down next to me. He turned his head to me and leaned forward. I did the same and he kissed me aggressively. I returned the kiss eagerly. I love making out with tops when they're as good at it as this guy was. He murmured in my ear "I want fuck you your ass." "Mmm, that would fun. What's your HIV status?" "I'm negative, tested last week." "Great. Use a condom." "Absolutely." He stood up, took a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on his cock. I checked and it was lubed. I stood up and assumed the position, bent over a chair back. "Let me open you up a little." A lubed finger slid in me and worked my ass, then another. He was a little rough and it hurt a little. He rubbed a thick lube in me and got me ready. Fingers pulled out, I felt the condom covered dick rub my asshole and shoved in hard. He was a hard, fast fuck, pounding my ass relentlessly. I was in heaven. He must have screwed me for 15 or 20 minutes. Finally, he humped in hard and held. "Breeding you, bitch! Knocking you up!" Those words puzzled me, no man had ever said that when he fucked me. Whatever, it was a great fuck. My ass was thoroughly reamed out. He pulled out of me and I sat down. He had pulled tissues out and was pulling the condom off his cock. I motioned to him and he stuck his wet cock in my mouth. I carefully licked and sucked him clean, enjoying the taste. Odd though, there was a tangy, greasy edge to it that I'd never tasted before. He leaned down and kissed me, smiling. "Thanks for a great fuck. Welcome to the club." He wrapped the condom with a tissue, dropped them in a nearby trash can and left. I sat with a pleasantly sore ass, puzzling over his last remark. Surely he could tell I had had dicks in my ass before. One of the guys who had watched me get fucked sat down and took my dick in his hands. Mmm, good. I'd love a blowjob or handjob while enjoying that freshly fucked feeling. We made out while we played with each other's cock. He was was large and hard and oozing precum. After a few minutes he broke off and whispered to me. "Do you know that guy?" "No, never saw him before. Why?" Do you know your HIV status? He's poz." The bottom dropped out of my stomach. He had lied to me. Never the less I responded "I'm neg, but that's ok, he used a condom." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I saw him put it on, felt it when he was in my ass and saw him take it off and throw it in that trash can" pointing to the receptacle in which I had seen the top drop the condom and tissues. The guy reached over and gingerly fished out the tissues and condom, handed the wad of crumpled tissues to me saying simply "Check it." I unwrapped the tissues and looked. The condom was broken and bunched up. I felt the condom and felt what I thought was vaseline, then stood up and looked at the seat of the chair. There was a puddle there. I wiped some up and sniffed. Semen. The guy had doctored the rubber and shot a poz load in my ass. "Fuck. He shot in my ass." "Yeah. I thought as much. He's famous for stealthing guys." "How do you know he's poz?" "He told me. I'm poz too. He's fucked me before. I wish I'd had a chance to tell you. When he fingered your ass did it hurt?" "Yeah, it did. Usually I open really easy, with no pain. His nails were probably a little too long." "That was no accident. He was prepping you for his load. Scratching your asshole and rectum so you'd bleed and be more likely to get infected. I'm sorry, but my guess is that the virus is already in your bloodstream." "What can I do?" "Not much. Stock up on soup and electrolyte drinks. If you get the flu in the next few weeks it means you're infected. Go get tested later." I was sick to my stomach. I'd just been infected with HIV. My dick, however, was rock hard for the first time that evening. The guy next to me stroked my cock. "Odd reaction to getting stealthed." I was breathing hard. I realized that taking a poz load and almost surely getting infected had turned me on more than I'd been in ages. The hand on my cock felt great and I was about to shoot. I kissed the guy next to me and whispered to him "Fuck me and shoot another load of poz cum in me." My cock erupted when I said that. I really meant it. I was free. N o need to use condoms ever again or refuse any man's cock and cum. I was infected with HIV and didn't care if I got other diseases. "I'm really turned on watching you getting fucked and infected. I'd love to fuck your sloppy hole and make it a sure thing. Are you sure?" He held his hand to my mouth and I licked my last neg load from his fingers. I stood up, bent down, and licked the puddle of cum off the seat and tasted semen, assjuice and the coppery taste of blood. Infected, for sure. "Yes, do it. Make sure I'm knocked up." I bent over the back of the chair, reached back and spread my ass cheeks. The oozing head of his infected cock rubbed my asshole and he shoved in hard. My cock was rigid again, although usually it took a while to recover. I was so turned on knowing I had a dirty cock in me and was about to knowingly take dirty cum. He rammed his dick in me, fucking me as hard as the other guy had done earlier. I was in heaven, free at last to glory in pure faggot sex with no worries about anything but pleasing the cock in my ass. He hammered in and shuddered. I could feel his cock jerk and twitch and felt warm wetness in my guts. He moaned in my ear. "Pozzing your ass faggot! Fuckin' infecting you!" My cock twitched and I squirted my soon-to-be dirty cum onto the floor. One of the guys watching bent down and licked it up. My cock stayed hard. The guy rose from the floor, pulled a chair in front of me and bent over it. I stepped up and slid my newly infected cock in his ass. I wonder if he'd heard what the second poz guy had said to me and wondered if he cared. The guy was wet and I'd seen cum oozing out of him. I reveled in the feel of his slick asshole and the knowledge that my cock was bathed in strange cum. In spite of having shot two loads in a few minutes I emptied my balls in him quickly. I stayed in, enjoying the feel of his tight butt on my hard cock. Something nuzzled my well used asshole. I looked around and saw the first guy who'd fucked poz cum into me. He slid into my ass and whispered in my ear "How does it feel to be Another Infected Dicksucker, Son?"

"open the god damn door Adam" Becky shouted at the top of her voice......."i can,t i replied as im naked and in the shower"......."but im bursting for a pee" she screamed back "and if i dont go now i will pee allover the floor".......give me another 5 minutes and i,ll be decent by then. - i hollered............then she stormed off down the hall crying again. Becky and i share a flat to keep costs down as we are students and tonight she was going out with her ex to a show as she had bought tickets months before and they broke up only last week.....she had also asked me to accompany her as i told her i fancied the guy who works behind the bar where the show was so she purchased an extra ticket so i could see him........she wanted me there tonight also for some support and i guess a shoulder to cry on if needed however i was going to cancel at last minute as didnt want to feel awkward if she was going to be discussing relationship stuff with Brandon instead of enjoying the show with him as friends........she insisted i come. i couldn't tell her but i was busy douching my arse out in the shower and had done it many times before without her knowing - shower time was my time and i didn't like to rush cleaning out,often spending more than an hour washing and deep douching until i was squeaky clean inside and out.........she would just have to just piss in a basin like she had done before as there was no way i stopping my shower & douche time not even to let her piss. Becky had been in tears & been physically sick most of the week coming to terms with Brandon deciding they both split up however it was on friendly terms - she had no choice in the matter really........they had been together almost 6 months and seemed happy together and id met Brandon almost everyday when he came round to our shared flat - he was a lovely guy.......the barman was also Brandons friend and flatmate named Paul.....i was out and gay and Brandon often spoke of Paul mentioning to me Paul was gay too but he didn't mind flat sharing as he was a good guy,they also had a room each and Paul kept the place tidy - i used to get butterflies every time Pauls name was mentioned by either of them......Becky had told Brandon on more than one occasion that i,d told her i fancied Paul so i guess when the tickets were purchased they were hoping to hook me up with Paul and Brandon had probably mentioned to Paul or at least i hope he had. i stepped out the shower and dried myself off ,tidied up,wrapped my used towel around my slim waist and as soon as i opened the bathroom door to leave there she was standing there,looking at me before bursting into tears and forcing her way past me to let that pee out LOL.....i laughed to myself as i headed to my room,closing the door behind me as i entered.......i,d already laid out what clothes id wear tonight out on the bed and was getting excited with the thought of seeing Paul later......i put a tiny bit of aftershave on and proceeded to get dressed.....Becky knocked on the door and told me we would leave in about 40 minutes for a taxi ride to the club where the show was.......in the meantime i made myself a spliff and leaned out my bedroom window......i was feeling happy and it was a beautiful evening outside with the sun getting low - i was so looking forward to seeing Paul even if he didn't fancy me. just so you know Becky is 23 and myself 22.....i like to eat sensibly,try to look after myself and have a nice slim build,blue eyes and blond hair......both Brandon and Paul are beautiful black guys however Paul is the handsome one in my eyes and taller - he has a gorgeous smile too - not that ive seen him alot behind the bar as well to be honest im not a drinker and had always went to accompany Becky or our other student friends for the occasional night out........tonight felt different - i felt good,relaxed smoking the spliff and enjoying the peace and silence out the window.....i was quickly brought back to reality with another knock on the door from Becky shouting 5 mins and taxi will be here......almost 40 mins had passed already and i thought it was only 15 - id been day dreaming and buzzing throughout that time. i heard Beckys bedroom door close and heard her shoes walk down the wooden floor in the hall.....i met her as she got to my door and i have to say she looked a little bloodshot in the eyes but i said nothing for fear i made her cry again and she would perhaps end up not going if she thought it would have drawn attention to her.......she managed a slight smile anyway but wasn't her usual self so i complimented her on her dress and said it was a good choice to try cheer her up......we both got outside the flat and down stairs barely catching our breath outside as the taxi drew up to meet us......she had arranged to meet Brandon outside the club as she had tickets for all 3 of us to allow us entry..........Becky was unusually quiet during our short ride by cab so thankfully we didn't have to spend too long before it arrived right outside the club where Brandon was standing awaiting our arrival and i mentioned to her he was looking very smart before opening the door and stepping out..he approached and kissed her on the cheek but she sort-off pulled back so he turned around and shook my hand saying hi dude to me - he was looking very nice tonight for some reason but i told myself to stoppit and it was the spliff had me thinking like that especially when we got eye contact and a big smile during the handshake. Becky handed us a ticket each and Brandon told her some of her friends from college went in earlier and if she didn't mind both myself and Brandon would have a smoke outside before going in as the club had a no smoking policy...Becky said it was fine and headed indoors to be with her friends...Brandon gave me one of his cigarettes and we lit up.....he asked me how she had been and i said overall she was fine but had been sick and crying alot to which he replied "oh dear".......he then tells me Paul is finishing work in 1 hour and then tells me he had mentioned to Paul that i had the hots for him - then he laughed - saying i would get to meet him when his shift finished in 1 hour as he would join us.....i felt myself blushing and again he laughed and gave me a wink.........we finished our cigarettes and got ourselves into the club.

I'm with evilqueerpig on this and disagree with your friends, especially the married one. Tops can call me a bitch in the bedroom (or wherever) when they are fucking me but outside the bedroom (or wherever) I am a person, just like they are. I will not be reduced to just a hole in public or socially.

I've been a lurking on this site for about a year now, but this is my first time posting because I just had to get you guy's thoughts on this. Me and a few of my friends(all Tops) were talking and I noticed that they only refer to bottoms as "bitches". Even my married friend calls his husband, "Bitch". I asked why they do this and they all said pretty much the same thing, "I fuck them, so I'm a man and they get fucked, so they're the bitch". I'm a top myself, but I never think of it like that. What are your opinions? Do you like it? Or do you find it weird? I would love to know your honest opinions.

No cock all week...but it is Friday and I have some great fucking lined up. A fresh stash of weed and T, no plans (other than to fuck as much as possible) for three days. YEEHAW.

I'm not saying this as a Brent Corrigan apologist but he was in a few movies and actually was not bad in a few. His critics might say he is a little queen who is stuck up and acts like he is full of himself. There are accounts of people, whether in the business or just fans, encountering this. I have never met him, nor has anyone I know, so I can't say one way or the other. In his Cobra Video days...he was a hot bottom...until other hot bottoms came along that were better! Kyle Ross (Helix) comes to mind...though there are a few others as well. Corrigan (aka Sean Paul Lockhart) was in a movie I really liked: "Judas Kiss." His supporting role was so good I thought that would be a spring board into more mainstream movies (he had a minor role in the Oscar-winning film, "Milk"). While he ended up starring in a few indie movies, "SPL" never captured the magic he had in "Judas Kiss." Either he just isn't a good actor, has a personality that turns people off, or can't escape his porn days (some combination perhaps). After his starring role in - the filled with potential but God awful movie - "Truth," he just kinda vanished. I know this. He's human. When he was young, he went through some fucked up shit. So wherever Corrigan ("SPL") is, I hope he's with people or a special guy that actually cares about him. However perv and nasty and taboo we might like our sex and porn, regardless of what we may have done or been in the past...we all could use love in our lives. Even if only a little.

I think NLbear is onto something. What goes on in bed...or while fucking/getting fucked is there...in the moment. The mood and atmosphere. In the scene/scenario. With the right guy. It's hot using verbal...bitch, cunt, pussy, hole, slut...poz cum whore...you get the point. But it only works if it fits. If forced it can potentially ruin a hot fuck. BUT outside the bed...I'm not your bitch (unless we enter a contract...?). I have a cock...hopefully shooting poz cum sooner than later. I have a hole...or whatever we refer it as (I like em all to be honest). However I'm a guy. Just a guy. And if I'm seriously with someone and they were referring to me as their bitch without humor or sarcasm...THERE'S WHERE THE LINE IS DRAWN. Don't call me your bitch unless your cock is pounding me and giving me a huge load!

I was 18, pretty hairy already and wearing my first beard, but not very mature. I went with a group of friends to a bonfire one of their relatives was having out on their farm. Lots of men and women of all ages there, and plenty of booze flowing. Being 18, I drank like there was no tomorrow, and had quite a buzz going. The crowd and heat from fire was getting to me, so I stumbled off towards the edge of the woods and sat down on a log. I leaned back, and before I knew it I was passed out. Sometime later, I heard a guy's voice telling me to wake up. When I lifted my head, I saw it was my friend's cousin I had met earlier that night. He was about 35, lean as a bean pole, balding, and had a red bushy beard. He extended his hand and I reached up and took it. He pulled me upright and I quickly stumbled into him. He caught me, called me a drunk ass, and sat me back down on log. I lean forward again, and my forehead rested right on his crotch. He laughed again, but I could feel his cock under his jeans. I uprighted myself, and the beer gave me the courage to just place my hand on his crotch and look up at him. He didn't say a word, just unzipped his pants and freed his cock. He stood there, not moving, and let me make the first move. I started sucking his uncut cock there in the dark woods, and I was amazed as it kept extending longer and longer. I had never seen a cock that long. An average thickness, but it had to be 10" long. I sucked all of it I could for a few minutes, before he pulled out and walked me a bit deeper in the woods. In a clearing, he got us both on the ground and lay on top. He kissed me (my first passionate one) and started undressing me. Soon I was naked, as was he, and he started licking my ass as he rubbed my balls. I was putty in his hands, and he pulled me back towards him so I was on all fours in front of him. He rubbed my hole a bit with his cocked, and then just pushed into me, opening me up for first time. When I felf his balls against me, I couldn't believe something that long was inside my ass. He fucked me for maybe two minutes before I heard him groan, and the thought of cum being unloaded so deep in me made my cock shoot involuntarily. I heard him whisper good boy as I was cumming. We fucked for the next 5 years, off and on, until he took a job out of state. He had three kids by then as well. I sure got a lot of action every time his wife was knocked up.

I seem to be in the minority here.....I identify as a QUEER man, but nonetheless 100% male......my ass is neither a pussy nor a cunt and I'm nobody's bitch.

This was about 20 years ago, but it was such a hot and crazy scene that I still remember it vividly. I was in Daytona Beach, FL on business. Staying at a hotel right on the beach. Next door to the hotel was a public toilet and shower facility with public beach parking. I had some free time one afternoon, so I decided to see if there was any action going on in the restroom/shower facility. I walked in and went into one of the two stalls that separated the urinal area from the shower stall. There was a peephole in the metal wall separating my stall and the 3 urinals. There were no partition walls between urinals, so peeking through the peephole gave me a clear shot of all 3 urinals. I sat in the stall for about 20 minutes watching various guys come in to take a pee. Saw some really hot dicks. Saw a couple of guys stroking each other off at the urinals. A couple of the guys would also bend over and suck on the dick next to him, until they'd get interrupted by someone else coming into the restroom. So, there was definitely some action going on in this restroom. I was enjoying being a voyeur and stroking my dick in the stall. But then it became kind of quiet in the restroom for awhile, so I decided I'd leave. Just as I was washing my hands I heard the heavy metal door scraping against the concrete floor. Someone else was coming in. So, I lingered at the sink to see who it was. In came a young man in his late 20's. Very handsome, 5'11", 185, in great shape with washboard abs and muscular arms. All he was wearing was a speedo with a towel wrapped over his shoulders, his flip flops slapping against the concrete floor as he walked in. He was pushing an umbrella type stroller with a year old baby boy that was struggling to stay awake. Oddly, the young daddy stepped up to the urinal that was right next to the sink I was standing at, in stead of the urinal at the other end, which is what most guys would have done for more privacy. He pulled down the front of his speedos and pulled out a gorgeous looking piece of meat that appeared to be about 8"s, uncut, with tightly curled black pubes that looked like they'd been carefully trimmed and sculpted. I was trying to be inconspicuous as I looked out of the corner of my eyes at his beautiful cock. But when I did turn my head slightly to get a better view, our eyes met. I was embarrassed at getting caught staring at his dick. But he gave me a friendly smile then began to slowly stroke his cock to show it off for me. His cock began to grow as he slowly slid his hand up and down his growing shaft. This young daddy's swelling cock was causing my own cock to swell again. But seeing his drowsy baby just behind him in the stroller was kind of freaking me out. The speedo hunk finally turned to me and said, "Sorry to ask this of you, buddy. But I want to wash this salt water off. If you have time, could you just keep an eye on my son as I quickly rinse this salt off?" "Sure. Of course", I said. He turned and walked back to where his sleeping son was. He pulled his speedos down and stepped out of them. His nearly fully hard cock stuck straight ahead of him. He didn't seem to be embarrassed at all as he stepped out of his speedos and hung them on the handle of the stroller, along with his towel. He was now completely naked, except for his flip flops as he walked into the shower stall. I leaned against the wall, next to his baby, as he turned on the water and waited for the water to warm up. "Shit! I forgot the soap. Could you reach in that bag on my stroller? There's a small bar of soap and a small shampoo bottle. Could you just hand those to me, please?" "Ya, sure. No problem", I said. I opened the small bag and found the soap and shampoo. I walked to the opening of the shower stall and handed them to him. His wet hand brushed mine as I handed them off to him. I glanced down at his cock. It was now at full hardness, sticking straight up, with beautiful, low hangers below. He bent over to place the shampoo bottle on the floor, giving be a great view of his solid, bubble butt. I lingered at the shower opening as he began to soap up his muscled body. His soapy fingers repeatedly lathering up his cock, balls and asscrack. Stroking his cock with the soapy lather as he looked me in the eye. I didn't bother to walk back to the stroller with his now asleep baby boy in it. I leaned against the wall of the shower opening as I watched this hunky dad showing off for me. He was making me horny as hell. I wanted to touch that beautiful cock. He rinsed the soap off then took a step towards me. His hard cock sticking up at a 45 degree angle. I stepped towards him and wrapped my fingers around his cock. Knowing that the loud sound of the metal door scraping the floor would give us warning if someone came in, I then dropped to my knees on the wet floor and took his cock into my mouth. He let out a soft moan as I began to suck his cock. One of my hands was massaging his balls, as I reached between his legs with my other hand and rubbed his puckered asshole. All the while, my mouth made love to his cock. It didn't take long for him to finally arch his back, let out a low growl as his sweet juice filled my mouth. I milked every drop I could from his cock. Then he quickly pulled his now softening cock from my lips, took another turn under the water to rinse off, turned off the water and stepped past me, walking towards his son in the stroller. "Thanks", was all he said as he dried off with his towel that was draped over the stroller handle, along with his speedo. He stepped into and pulled up his speedo and stuffed his nearly soft cock back into the the speedo. Taking hold of the stroller, he then quickly exited the restroom with the stroller. "Daddy..!!" I heard a young girls voice exclaim outside. "What the HELL have you been doing in there for so long?", I heard a woman's voice say. "I was about to come in to find you", she said again. "I had to wait for the shower. It was being used", he said. "Well, come on. I want to get these kids bathed and cleaned up", she barked as they headed for their car in the parking lot. As weird as it was to have this dad's young baby right there as I sucked off his daddy. It was also kind of hot, knowing that this "Str8" young father didn't care. He just wanted his dick sucked.

There are seemingly millions of websites that can give you much more information. Of course a local doc may be a great choice. But here is a quick (from my viewpoint) of taking HIV meds. Tons of proof that your life span will be longer if you keep the virus in check via medication. Higher CD4 and lower VL counts that result from the meds will allow your body to be less affected by opportunistic diseases that are common in those with compromised immune systems. Very, very few cases of medicated (undetectable) guys infecting others. Current research indicates that the earlier someone starts meds, the better LONG TERM prognosis. Side effects and cost are often cited as reasons for non-conformance to a medication regimen. Some evidence that those who are not consistent with adherence to the medication regimen may put themselves at greater risk for a issues like having some "morphing" of your strain that makes it more resistant to medication. Now from my own perspective. I got intentionally knocked up in August of 2015. Like you, I have had not symptoms. Also, I have not started any medication. That has been a personal choice---I have access via good insurance. However, much of my desire has been to fully experience all that getting infected and having the disease progress means. Just because you do not feel anything, you need to be fully aware that the virus is active. There are three stages of an HIV infection. The acute stage is the first stage as your body works hard to fight off the intruder (HIV virus). This is the time frame that some experience fuck flu. Your VL can grow wildly. Newly infected guys who do not know their status are responsible for many new infections each year. The second stage is latency. This is where you and I are. Once the viral war within an infected person is won by the virus, it settles into a period where it is replicating much more slowly. This can last for many years---up to 10 or more is not uncommon. You likely have a VL that would be high enough to easily infect others, but you may not have anything else going on. My own VL seems to be consistent around 200K. The final stage is often referred to as AIDS. The gradual growth of your VL over the long period of latency (and related loss of CD4 cells) makes you very much exposed to the opportunistic diseases that would normally be shut down by your immune system. The full blown AIDS guy simply has no more ability to fight those infections. It will be one of those diseases that kills the AIDS level guys, not the virus itself. Your time with AIDS is limited---perhaps 3-5 years before death. Starting medication at the later years of latency and during the AIDS phase MAY be able to help some, but the overwhelmingly high VL and low CD4 count at those stages makes the effectiveness of any medication suspect. I know I have made my choice and that at some point I will face the consequences of that decision. However, given my age, the normal course of the progression to an AIDS related death and my normal expected lifespan are quite close. As I said, the authenticity of disease and it's consequences are much of the reason I chose this path. However, I want to make it clear that this is simply one faggot's choice. There are other options and you much understand the disease, it's progression and what that means to you. Then you can make choices that are best for you.

The next morning Steve woke me up by sliding his cock in my ass and pounding away with my face in the pillow until he came in my ass. The sound of his parents milling around the house only made it that much hotter. I shot my load as I jerked off. We showered and went downstairs for breakfast. Steve told his parents we were going downtown and then to the mall. He said we would try to meet up with some of his friends and we wouldn't be back until after dinner. I was thinking, wtf are we doing today? Ha. Steve said to dress kinda slutty so I put on my jockstrap, a tight shirt, and jeans. Steve was in shorts and a tank. Steve said, Dude it's July wear some shorts and I told him I didn't have sexy shorts. Steve gave me one of his to try on. He was not my size, so the were kinda tight. I was almost too embarrassed to wear them. Steve said I looked sexy. I blushed. We drove downtown and Steve said we were going to a used bookstore. Images of a public sex place filled my head. We parked and walked down this street and to my surprise it was an actual used book store. We went inside and I geeked out a bit. I like book stores and used ones are pretty awesome because they are cheap and it is like a treasure hunt. We looked around for awhile and then Steve grabbed my ass and said look over there. I saw an area near where the owner stood, just across the aisle from him actually, that looked like it was all magazines. Steve said, see that black dude, he is looking at the porn mags. I thought - porn mags - do those still exist....like hello internet. But, whatever. Steve said, lets go over by him. We went over and stood by the magazines and the guy was flipping through a straight magazine - tits everywhere. I was nervous. Steve picked up a gay porn magazine and we looked at pictures of the guys together. The black guy, mid 40s, bulky muscular, and big looked over at us and smiled. He leaned in to pick up a gay magazine from one of the boxes and he whispered, "You fags looking for fun." Steve said, "Hell yes." The guy asked if we had a place to go and we said no. He said we could go to his place but it had to be quick. I couldn't believe it when we all left together. That was so quick. I could never have figured that out without Steve. We got outside and the black guy told us his name was Lou. We introduced ourselves and walked three blocks down the street and turned into what looked like a new housing project. Like maybe built in the 90s. We went inside and Lou said, "We gotta be quick. This is my moms place and she is at the senior center." He pushed his shorts down and out flopped a heavy and big cock. I dropped to my knees in front of him and started to lick and suck his cock. As his cock grew, it stretched my mouth wider. Man, this was a fat cock. I kept sucking and Lou put his hands behind my head and started to deep throat me some. I gagged some and thought I might throw up once, but he worked his cock further into my mouth and throat. My eyes were watering. I felt Steve behind me pulling my shorts down my thighs and he was rubbing my hole with his cock. I felt him try to push in but he was too dry and it hurt. I stopped sucking Lou and said, "Steve that hurts." Lou said, "Damn youngin, don't you know you gotta lick it before you stick it." Lou laughed and then we all laughed and Lou said, here use this. He gave Steve some vaseline that was sitting near his mom's chair. (knitting needles, tissues, vaseline, bengay, some pills, etc) It had to be her chair. Steve fingered some vaseline in my ass and rubbed some on his cock. He slid into me more easily and I went back to sucking Lou's cock. Steve fucked me hard. I was groaning around Lou's cock. Lou grabbed my head again and took over. He used my mouth and throat and Steve used my ass. Everything hurt, but it all hurt in a good way. I heard Lou ask Steve, "You close man? I'm gonna give this bitch my load soon." Steve said, "Fcuk yeah, me too!" I didn't have to wait long before Steve busted his load in my ass and Lou blew in my mouth. I swallowed as much of Lou's load as I could and the rest dribbled out when Lou slid his cock from my mouth. Lou kissed me. He licked the cum off my lips and said I was a sweet boy. I pulled up my shorts in the back as Steve got dressed. Lou asked us if we wanted to meet him at a bathhouse later that evening. Steve said yes. I looked shocked and a bit scared. Lou put his arm around my shoulders and said, "It's okay sweet boy. I won't let anything bad happen to you." I smiled at Lou and he said he would walk us back out of the housing complex and to the car. Steve and I went and had lunch, saw the State Capitol, hit Lark Street (supposedly a gay area), and then drove out to the mall. We hung out at the mall, saw a movie, grabbed food and then hung around the mall for about an hour. Steve said, we need to stop at CVS before we go to the bathhouse so we left and we got some water bottle enemas (the small ones) and some Magnum condoms. Steve got condoms some for himself (not Magnums) and said, "These aren't for you. You feel too good taking it raw. I want these for the bathhouse." I blushed. We drove to the bathhouse in Troy. I was really nervous. We went in and went through the ritual of first time visitors, a review of the rules, etc. We got a room to share. The guy asked if we were boyfriends and we said no, he said "Have fun and play safe. Everyone in there likes young guys like you. The first thing we did was go get undressed and Steve helped me douche. I insisted on using 3 of the 4 water douches we bought. I even refilled two of them with warm water just in case. I was really anxious about not being clean enough, but I think I was just channeling how anxious I was about being in a bathhouse at all. I knew about them sure, but just 3 months ago I had only had sex with 1 guy - Eli. Just one guy and now I was in a bathhouse. We walked around and I saw groups of guys and guys standing. Some guys grabbed for us and touched us, but it seemed okay enough. Then I saw Lou. He smiled his big smiled and came over and kissed me. He asked how I was doing and I told him I was nervous. He said, "Sweet boy will my cock calm you down?" I laughed and so did he. We went to the room and I dropped my towel immediately. Steve asked Lou what end he wanted and Lou said, I want to try his ass. Lou asked if I was cool with that and I said he would be the biggest cock I ever took. Lou said he'd take good care of me. Lou was true to his word. Steve took out the Magnums we bought and I said, "Because I wanted you to fuck me tonight Lou." Lou bent me over and immediately stuck his tongue in my ass. He stopped and said, "Sweet Boy cleaned himself out, huh?" I said yes and Lou dove back in and ate my ass for a long time. He would stop and finger me and say I have a great ass. I was sucking Steve's cock this whole time and eating his ass some. Steve was saving up for what he called a HUGE load for me. Lou kept eating and fingering my ass for at least an hour. He said that he loved eating ass. My cock would bounce every time he drove his tongue up my ass hard. God damn! That tongue felt so good. Lou then started to use lube to finger me. It was a black bottle and he said it is his favorite. I was sucking on Steve and kept feeling pressure on my ass. Next thing I know, Steve is saying "Fuck man, you have 4 fingers in his ass." Then he said a bit more timidly and in a breathier voice, "Are you going to fist him?" Lou said, "No way man. I'm not trying to ruin his ass. Just opening him up." Lou kept fingering and twisting his fingers in my ass. Steve was just sitting back and stroking his cock watching us. Lou had me get on the bed on all fours facing the wall. Steve was at the head of the bed stroking. Lou was now rubbing his big cock in my ass crack and dropping more lube in my crack and fingering more into my ass. Lou aimed his cock at my hole and slid in a bit. I winced, but I was ready. Damn that was a big cock. Steve said, "Wait man. You need to use a rubber." I said, "Yeah Lou, please put one on." Lou kissed my neck and slid his cock from my ass and said, "Sure sweet boy." I looked at Steve and mouthed "Thank you" Steve nodded at me. Lou put the Magnum on and rubbed lube on it. He jerked his cock some and said, "Usually rubbers make me go soft but you have the finest ass I've seen in a long time. I don't think I've ever been this hard wearing a condom." I winced as he slid inside me. Fuck this hurt way more than before. OMG! It hurt. It burned and I was not ready for it. I grunted and winced. Lou said, breathe baby and relax. He kissed me on my back and neck and rubbed some lube on my cock. Damn this was good lube. I started to relax and then I realized. OMG! I lost my virginity again. This is the first condom that's ever been in my ass. I thought back to Eli and the other guys. No one had used condoms, not even Steve. This was the first condom covered cock I'd ever taken. I was so proud of myself for being a good boy. But then Lou moved again and the pain was back. Fuck! Eventually Lou and I got into a rhythm and he started to fuck me. I was taking it better. I was moaning now. I was stroking my slick cock and Lou was steadily fucking me. Then he pulled out and dropped his whole cock back inside my ass all the way to his balls. Holy crap that burned. It was too much. I winced and said it hurt. Lou said, "Time for more lube." Lou took out his cock and lubed it again and then lubed my ass more and put some on my cock. I groaned when he slid back inside me slowly. Lou then pulled out and rammed back in again, over and over. Each time it burned more from the friction of the dry condom. I realized that unlike the cocks I'd taken bareback, condoms always needed more lube or it hurt. At least with big cocks like Lou's. Fuck it hurt and burned but he was also hitting places in me that felt really good. I mean really good. Lou said, "Have you ever used poppers?" I said no. Steve said yes. He told Steve to get some from his locker and Steve went off as Lou was fucking me. Steve left the door open when he left and by the time he got back there was a small crowd watching my 18 year old ass get plowed by a 40-something year old black man with a huge cock. I was moaning and blushing at the same time. I heard the guys mumbling and I knew it was about us. Lou kept fucking away at my ass. Steve closed the door and I heard at least one guy say, "Please don't close the door." Steve opened the poppers and took a long hit as he got back on the bed. Lou and Steve showed me how to take a bit as Lou was pounding my ass. In a few minutes, I was high. Things were blurry and I was loving the cock. Lou went back to taking his cock out, adding lube, and ramming it back in my ass. He stopped adding lube as I totally loosened up with the popper high. It still hurt and burned some now that he wasn't using more lube. Lou kept pulling out and ramming back in my ass. I was reaching for Steve's cock now and really wanted to suck him as I got fucked. I licked the head and balls on his cock, but Lou pulled me back on his cock instead. He had me balls deep and he pulled my frame up to kiss him. Lou kissed me with his cock in my ass. He pushed me down on the bed and took his cock out and rammed in again and then again and again. Steve had me do more poppers and Lou's cock felt really really good now. Lou was fucking me with long strokes, but no longer pulling all the way out. He was moaning now. He asked how I liked his cock. I said it feels so good inside me. Lou was really fucking me now and I had to lay flat on the bed ass up to hold my balance. He said, "Does my cock feel better now?" I said "Fuck yeah it does. It feels great. There's no burning and it doesn't hurt." Lou kept fucking me and fucking me. I was totally high and loving his cock. Lou said he was getting close to cumming. For the first time I realized, wow I won't be getting his load. He's wearing a condom. I felt safe and in control and happy that I was finally using condoms. He asked me where I wanted it and as he said it I felt his massive cock jerk and explode inside me. I felt very wet. Fuck that was so hot. I almost came from feeling him cum. Lou rested on my back and, after a few minutes, he pulled out. Lou said, "Aw Fuck Sweet boy, the condom broke while I was fucking you." I didn't think they could break. Shit I never thought of that. Lou said he must've been fucking me too hard. I looked and the condom was ripped and literally all the way at the base of his dick. I was so high and well fucked that all I said was, "No wonder it started to feel so good near the end." Lou smiled at me and said, "It always feels better bareback" I shrugged my shoulders as I felt his load leaking out of my ass. Steve said, "You are such a slut." Steve smiled at me, lifted my legs and asked if I wanted his cock. I laid back, spread my legs wider, and said I was. Steve fucked me hard. He said I was really loose and so wet. It didn't take Steve long before he came inside me with a roar. Lou watched and jerked his soft cock watching Steve fuck me. After Steve came we all went to shower. After I was done, I went back to the room and grabbed the poppers and then looked around for Steve and Lou. I took a long hit. I got a bit lost and wound up in a room with holes in the walls. I saw some other guys around and I looked through one of the holes. I saw a guy stroking his cock, but not much more of him. He slid his cock through the hole and said, "suck it." And, I did. I sucked and sucked. When my jaw got tired I took another hit of poppers. The guy came in my mouth and I swallowed. He said, "Thanks kid." Then another cock popped through. This one was darker, but not black, and I sucked on his cock too. He asked me to stand up and turn around so he could feel my hot ass. I did and he felt my used ass. He asked if I had been fucked that night. I said yes and I took another hit of the poppers. I felt his cock on my ass and the guy asked, "Is that cum I feel in your ass?" I said yes. He asked if I had any condoms. I said not with me but in my room. He popped his cock in my ass. He said, "Let's fuck here for awhile and then we can go to your room and get the condoms." I said sure and I felt his cock slide all the way inside. I said, "You can bareback me for a few minutes. Then we can get the condoms." The dude fucked me hard and fast. I had to put my hands on the floor to steady myself. Wow the cock felt good. The guy was speeding up and said, "I'm close. Do you want to go to your room?" I didn't know what I wanted. I knew we should go get the condoms but I didn't really care that much. His cock felt so good. The guy said it louder, "I'm going to cum. Do you want my load?" I heard myself say, "Cum in my ass man." And this dude I had never seen came deep in my ass. I felt him pull out of my ass and then I felt another cock slide inside me. This guy said, "Sweet ass man." I took another hit of poppers and the guy fucked me fast and quick and said, "I'm cumming in your ass." After he slid out of me, I stood up and stumbled some. I leaned against the wall, cum leaking out of my ass. I found my way back to the showers where I saw Lou shoving his cock in another twink. The twink was taking it raw. I got hard and then Steve found me. He got on his knees and sucked me off. I came in his mouth watching Lou cum in the twink's ass. Steve and I got dressed and left. He asked where I went and I told him about the room with the holes. He said, "The glory hole room. You are a total slut." He kissed me and we went back to his parent's house and passed out.

I have submitted several fiction stories here at BZ. I thought maybe some guys would enjoy some true stories from my life. When I was 26 I lived in a big city and had a part-time Master for 7 months until he moved away due to work. He wanted me to move with him, but I wasn't ready to commit to being a full time slave. Part of me wishes I had, cause I've never met anyone else like him or had such a fufilling sex life. But at least I have some wonderful memories. He introduced me to many new things and fulfilled many fantasies. This first story is when we met. It was my birthday weekend and I had taken Monday off so I could have a nice long weekend of drinking, smoking pot, and hopefully having sex. I got laid alot in those days cause I was boyishly cute and slender, (I still am) and had already gotten laid Friday night. Good sex, nice guy, but pretty vanilla. So now it was Saturday and I was in a leather bar searching for something more exciting. I loved older leather daddies, (still do) and usually could score. I was dressed pretty much like everyone else. Levi 501's, white t-shirt, black biker jacket and boots. I was casually making the rounds, checking out some hot men, when I noticed one checking me out. He was definitely sexy. Shaved, bald head, big, bushy mustache, wearing tight jeans that showed a nice bulge, and a leather vest that revealed a very, hairy chest and arms. Yum! I raised my glass and nodded a hello as I casually past him. He reached out and gropped my crotch as I went by. I smiled and nodded my head toward the back patio. I went out back and leaned against a wall, lighting a cigarette. In no time I saw him walk through the door and over to me. "How's it goin tonight boy?" he asked leaning against the wall next to me, lighting his own cigarette. He was a couple inches taller than my 5'11" with a little bit of a belly. Again, yum! "Fine Sir, it's my birthday weekend," I replied, "and how is your night?" "Better now that I've cornered a cute boy." I blushed at his comment. "You flatter me Sir. I'm sure a sexy man such as yourself has no problem attracting the boys." "Not often ones as cute as you. Boys like you are usually at the twink bar." "Well I have more than one side to me, Sir." I demured. "Do tell." he said placing his hand on my ass, rubbing it. "Has anyone given you your birthday spankings yet boy?" "Not yet, Sir. Play your cards right and it may be you." I said cheekily. "Mmmm, a boy with a little spunk in him. I like that." "I bet you do, Sir, in more ways than one." "Play YOUR cards right boy, and maybe you will have my spunk in you." he whispered in my ear as he slid his hand down the back of my pants. My dick strained in my jeans. "Oh, and whats this?" he asked as his finger tried to find my hole. "A plug Sir." I replied as he pushed it a little deeper in me, causing me to moan a little. "A boy who prepares..very nice." We spent at least an hour on the patio, drinking, talking, smoking a joint. He was actually a very nice man. His name was Frank, he was 49, and worked in computers. He said he had seen me around a few times and had really wanted to meet me. He gave me money and had me fetch us beers a couple times. Eventually we both had to piss. As we stood side by side at the trough style urinal, he gave me my first test. "Take my cock out boy, and hold it while I piss!" I did as I was told, as I was WAY into this man. There was no way I'd screw it up! He started pissing a strong stream. "Take my piss in your hand and rub it on your shirt!" I did as instructed. "Again boy!" Again I did. 5 times he had me do this so the front of my shirt was wet with his piss. Then he took his empty beer glass and filled it with the last of his piss. After he allowed me to piss, we returned to the patio, him with a fresh beer, me with his recycled beer. Obviously I didn't need to be told I had to drink it. I was no stranger to piss, but this didn't taste quite like regular beer piss. After some more chat and our drinks were gone, Sir declared, "All right boy, time to quit this bullshit and get down to business." With that, he popped the buttons on my fly and fished out my cock. He wrapped his fingers around the base, lightly squeezing my cock and balls in his hand, and proceeded to lead me through the bar and out the door. Men grinned their approval as Sir led his claimed boy through the crowd, some congratulating him. His apartment happened to only be a few blocks from the bar, and he never let go of my genitals the entire walk, even as he led me into his building. Once we were inside his apartment, he pushed me against the door and started kissing me, deep and hard, grinding his mustache into my face, raping my mouth with his tongue. He pulled off my coat and ripped off my t-shirt as he frantically kissed me. He pushed my jeans down then ordered me to take off my boots and jeans. In no time flat, I was naked, while he remained clothed. "In the future boy, you will ALWAYS be naked in my home." The future? He was pretty confident I'd be back. But if the night finished as good as it started, I knew I'd be back! He pushed me toward the sofa which I took as an invitation to sit. "No boy! On the floor!" I didn't question him and sat on the rug as he went into the bedroom, returning with a mirror that had something on it. He set it on the coffee table and took a razor blade, chopping up some lines. "You ever had crystal before boy?" he asked". "No Sir," I replied, suddenly nervous and excited. The night had just taken a very unexpected turn. I knew what it was, but had never encountered it before. I had done lots of other drugs but not that. "You'll like it boy. And since you don't work till Tuesday, you'll be fine. The rest of this weekend will be my birthday present to you." he said, handing me a little straw. "Two fat lines, one for each nostril." I eagerly snorted the lines, secretly thrilled by this new adventure. My nose and throat burned as the powder entered my membranes. Before long I felt a new, heightened sensation of awareness. My heart beat faster and my whole body tingled, especially my plugged asshole which felt a horniness like never before. Sir went back into the bedroom and returned with some leather items. Quickly he had a collar and wrist and ankle restraints on me. Then he attached a cock and ball harness on me as tight as he could get it. "That's how I like my boy dressed!" said Sir. "Now suck my cock boy!" he ordered, pulling it through the fly in his jeans. I crawled to him and opened my mouth, taking his soft cock into my hungry mouth. For the first time I noticed a thick, chrome cockring around his base. As I sucked him like a starving Ethiopian, his cock grew harder and harder until it reached it's full, hard 8 inches. I pulled off to admire it's beauty. It was extremely veiny with a fat mushroom head. It was a very commanding looking dick. The type a Master should have. Sir held some poppers under my nose and told me to breath deep. He did three hits under each nostril till I was flying high. Then he grabbed my head and forced it back onto his throbbing cock. He pushed my head down, forcing the fat head down my throat, choking me and gagging me. I was in heaven. "That's a good piggy!" he complimented me. "Take my cock! Choke on it bitch! I knew you would be a great boy!" I beamed with pride as I relaxed my throat and swallowed my new Master to the base. He kept up the throat fuck for at least 10 minutes before he pulled out. I panted for air after he exited. "Open your mouth boy!" he ordered me. "Open wide!" I kneeled in front of him as he spit several times into my mouth. "Swallow boy! Then follow me on your hands and knees!" We went into the bedroom where he had a homemade bondage bed. It was black wood, with four tall beams and two by fours around the top, like a perverted canopy bed. Rings and drilled holes were all over it, and I didn't have to guess their purposes. "Made it myself." he proudly said. "Now, face down, legs off the end!" Soon he had me on my stomach, arms stretched and tied down, ankles spread and tied. I just lay there and shook at the excitement of being restrained and high, vulnerable to this sexy man. He pulled out my plug and fingered my hungry hole. I quickly felt a burning inside. "That's a little bootie bump for you boy. Now for a bigger plug." I moaned like a whore as he worked the larger plug inside me, my horny hole sucking it in. "Oh yea!" said Sir. "You've got a hungry little slave cunt there. We'll have to try our best to satisfy it!" "Yessss Sirrrr!" I moaned. "Make me your little slave whore!" I begged as he tied a popper soaked rag over my nose. "I will boy. Don't you worry about that! But first, those birthday spankings!" With that, I felt the first smack of a paddle. I jumped from the shock of it. But it felt so good. 25 more followed and my ass felt like it was on fire while my head spun from the pain and the pleasure and the drugs. "That's such a pretty bright red ass, slave boy. I love to fuck a red hot ass!" With that Sir pulled the plug out and rammed his fat, veiny cock deep in me. I screamed in extasy as he buried himself in me too the hilt. "Oh yea boy! Take your Masters cock! Your MY little slut now! I'm gonna fuck you so much this weekend you won't be able to walk on Tuesday! Damn thats a hot, fuckin slave hole you have boy!" "God yes Sir. Fuck your boy! I wanna be your personal whore! God you feel so good!" And fuck me he did! Fucked me like i had NEVER been fucked before. It had to be at least 45 minutes he pounded my hole. He untied me and we switched positions a couple of times. The final position was on my back with Sir pressing my knees into my shoulders so he could get that fat, mushroom headed cock as deep as possible in me, battering my prostate while my tina soft dick leaked fluid and I babbled gibberish. Sir spit on my face and into my mouth as he pushed his full weight down on me. "Fuck boy!! Here I cum! You ready for your Masters cum? Are you ready for me to breed my new slave boy?" "God yes Sir!" I panted. "Give it to me Sir! Make me your cumdump Sir!" Sir planted his mouth on mine and sucked and bit my tongue as he shook and shuddered, violently shooting his cannon deep inside me, flooding my guts. He collapsed on me while our sweaty bodies both recovered from the most mind blowing sex I had ever experienced. After a few minutes he slowly pulled his spent cock from my wet hole and replaced it with the plug. "Do you really want to be my boy? My slave? My slut? My whore?" he asked. "Yes Sir." I replied. "I would be honoured." "Good." he said kissing me. "Cause your birthday weekend isn't over."

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.

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Tommy The Tease Tommy was as cute as a button, literally the face of an angel with pure blond curls, short at 5’4 and slim but with a rounded sticky out bottom that women would pay a plastic surgeon thousands to have one just like it. Tommy loved his arse, he loves wearing tight briefs and thongs, taking selfies of himself all sissy like and posting them on the net, he loved the attention from men all over the world who would pay him complements and send him sexy arse accentuating underwear to a post office box for him to wear and pose in, of course a lot of the underwear was backless and Tommy revelled in showing off his pretty pink pucker for all to see. Tommy also had an insatiable boy pussy, from his mid-teens he had been sticking candles, vegetables and eventually dildos up his boy hole, he loved the feeling of something in his butt, of course he got fucked by men, in fact being fucked was his ‘most favourite thing ever’, but the one thing he always insisted on when being fucked was a condom. Carlos Morino was a half Jamaican half Spanish man in his 40’s, bulky built like a shit brick house, not very good looking thanks to severe acne scars and the permanent scow on his face, if you had seen him in the street you would have crossed the road to avoid him. Carlos was also a big fan of Tommy’s Tumblr account, he’d sit and slowly stroke his fat nine inch cock looking at the pictures of Tommy in his underwear, of his lovely round arse and of his boi pussy with or without various objects shoved up it. It was in the lead up to Christmas that Carlos was out shopping, his mood as normal pretty bad though mellowed thanks to the weed he had smoked before he came out, he was in the local supermarket and bending down to pick up some vodka when he heard a giggle, turning his head he saw a woman walking down the aisle away from him but what really caught his eye was the boy walking alongside her, his face froze, his mind raced, those blond curls and that massive bottom encased in tight jeans, it was his favourite internet boy, he was sure, gathering himself he immediately followed, at the till it was confirmed when he watched the cute boys animated face excitedly talking to his mother, yes it was indeed Tommy, cute little sissy Tommy. Of course Tommy had noticed the big man following him, and like the little tease he was he made sure he showed off his pert rounded butt, but Tommy being the boy he was actually thought he was doing nothing wrong and as he and his mother left the store he threw a smile over his shoulder at the man thinking that was it, but that was not it, little did he know that the dark BMW behind his mother’s car on the ride home was Carlos intent on tracking his prey, he had plans for Tommy the Tease. A parcel later of stills from Tommy’s Tumblr account to the boys account had the kid worried, the message in the parcel was simple “come here on Friday or your mother gets these”, Tommy was torn, his mother was ultra-religious, she’d go mad, he knew that, so on Friday night he found himself at the address accepting a drink laced with ‘G’ from the big man and then smoked a joint, and then when the big man was sure the kid was stoned enough the fun began, for Carlos at least. “Shut up” Carlos grunted as his big bare cock lined up at the high helpless teens tight pussy, Tommy’s hands tied at the wrist rested begin Carlos’s broad neck, pressed against the wall the poor teen could hardly struggle against the big man’s body, his legs high and spread over Carlos’s strong arms, he pleaded “No No not bare!!!” as he felt the tip of the man’s cock probe at his vulnerable boy pussy, he cried out “NO!!!” as Carlos’s big cock head pushed and entered his slick stretched cunt thanks to the dildoing he’d endured just beforehand. Sliding in Carlos luxuriated in the velvet softness of the kids insides as his cock slid deeper into the boys rectum stretching the sphincter wide “shut up whore, I am going to work this ass, this is what I am meant for, the breed whores like you”, despite the boys dire situation he could not help moan in pleasure as the biggest cock he had ever seen in the flesh delved deeper in his boi cunt, his little boy cock was hard pressed against Carlo’s gut, the big man pushed harder pushing his dick further into the kid, his cock travelling deeper into uncharted territory of teen Tommy’s pussy, despite semi enjoying the man’s cock Tommy still pleaded “please not bare please no!!”, Carlos spat in the boy’s face, slapping the kids arse cheeks with his hands “you do not get it whore your my BITCH now and breed my bitches raw!!!” A big shove and a scream from Tommy as his innards were defied to the limit Carlos’s wiry thick pubes were resting against the boy’s taint, grinning Carlos grunted to a wail from Tommy “now the fucking can begin!!”. Carlos loved to fuck, in fact he called his hips and strong legs ‘the power fucking machine’, his cock travelled in and out, Tommy was whimpering and moaning, never had he been fucked like this, his fear was overtaken as he achieved his first ever anal orgasm which Carlos loved feeling round his dick as he carried on pummelling the kids cunt, despite the pleasure he was feeling Tommy was still begging whimpering “please don’t cum in me, please”, which just resulted in Carlos sneering “do you think you can protect yourself against me, you whore” Carlo’s thrusts became more insistent, his breathing heavier and his grunting louder signalling to Tommy that the man was close, desperate one last time he cried “don’t cum in me pleaaaseee!!!!” at the same moment as Carlos’s cock engorged even more as a week load of man spunk fired deep into the kid’s pussy, Tommy squealed out of anguish but also uncontrolled excitement as he felt the man’s sperm fill his pussy firing his own sperm onto Carlo’s gut. Carlos rested for a moment feeling his cock deflate slightly, his cock fell from the boy’s hole and he laughed as he felt the copious amount of cum and ass juices flood out of the boy’s cunt pouring over his cock onto the floor, he spat onto the boy’s face “yeah caramba!!” before leaning in and kissing a stunned Tommy the tease deep and hard. Carlos sat on his sofa, his legs spread wide as he smoked a big Cuban cigar as he watched newly named ‘Tommy the whore’ in sissy hold up stockings lick the spilt spunk of his hardwood floors before he crawled over the floor and licked Carlo’s increasingly semi to hard spunk and boi pussy coated cock clean, Carlos snapped his fingers “get on it boy and milk my spunk into your cunt, you belong to me now” As Tommy lowered his self onto Carlos’s big cock, he moaned with excitement “yes daddy I am your whore”, the big man chucked “yes you are” Needless to say, ‘Tommy the Tease’s’ Tumblr page changed from that day forth, men across the globe wanked themselves silly watching Tommy get fucked by the big man and his friends, and of course Carlos was happy as bitcoins rolled into his account.

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I am a bitch. ; ) A butch bitch, but a bitch. I have big tits, too - a blend of muscle and fat. I love hearing you call em tits. Man tits. I love to be fucked on all fours like a bitch, preferably in a backyard, with or without a privacy fence, so the old geezer behind you can watch thru his kitchen window. Smack my oversized ass and call me a bitch as you fuck me, with my big nutsack and my big dick and my man tits swinging. Call me a slut and a ho, too, cause I Am. And take your dirty dick out of my asshole, put me on my back and play Gag the Fag. With me as THE FAG. Put your load in my asshole, in my mouth, all over my face, all over my tits, on the floor for me to lick up -- I have no say in the matter. Let me ride cowgirl (forward and reverse) wearin nothin but cowboy boots! Yee haw! ; ) Is all this kinda gender bender?

What should I expec if I came to your chambers , surprises is hot too. You got to convince me to convert , how would you do that? Wanting your glorious bugs to infest my guts. Wish I was in Sydney

Thanksgiving dinner was in less than three hours, yet there I was, bent over my couch with the building’s handyman filling me with his own, personal gravy! This was my year to host the ‘orphan’ Thanksgiving dinner. I have a group of friends who have neither family nor significant others, so we get together and have our own holiday occasions. I had gone all out this year - turkey, ham, pies, all the trimmings, and the condo looked great! My dealer had dropped off a huge supply of the strongest 420 in DC, the liquor store delivery took up an entire extra table, and I even had a local landscaper come and deck out my balcony with seasonal flowers and plants and provide inside greenery - everything was perfect and all that was left was to finish cooking and do some last minute cleaning and tidying up. That is until the thermostat went bonky and decided that the only setting it could do was ‘hotter than the underside of Hell’. I frantically called the front desk and they were their usual, unhelpful selves, but said they would put a call into the condos’ handymen to see who might be able to help, but they were all off for the holiday so no guarantee. While the weather was not horribly cold yet, I didn’t relish the idea of having to leave the balcony door open all afternoon and evening just to try to stop my guests from burning up. In the meantime, I propped the door open, pulled a fan out of storage, and got back to stirring, whisking, and basting. About 30 minutes later I heard someone yell, “MAINTENANCE!” then heard the sound of keys and swearing. I dropped the spoon I had in my hand, grabbed a towel, wiped the streams of sweat off my face and barely took two steps out of the kitchen before I saw one of the handymen in my condo hallway. First I was pissed that he just let himself in, but then was relieved that someone actually showed, so I tried to smile. My smile faded fast when I realized who it was - Jointer Jim. That’s not his real name of course, but that’s what everyone called him. Our building handymen are an odd looking trio - one is an older, extremely overweight man who is literally wider than he is tall; the second is a young guy who is handsome, clean cut, and always polite; the third is Jointer Jim. He is tall, lanky, middle aged, and missing the index and middle finger on his right hand and the worst disposition in the world! Always pissed, angry, rude, condescending, and a total asshole. Fuck! Jointer Jim lost his two fingers from fucking around in shop class in Jr. High. I guess his real name was James or Jim. He set his tool box down by the mini-bar I had set up, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and boldly opened it, poured himself a huge drink, and gulped it down, then set the empty glass back down with a BANG. He gave me a twisted grin, wiped the remnants of drink off his chin, and asked, “What’s so fucking urgent that my phone gets blown up on my day off?” I was stressed and sarcastically said, “Why don’t you pour yourself another - sounds like you NEED it - and if you don’t realize the problem yet, maybe you are not the right man for the job,” and then walked back into the kitchen. I was in no mood for dealing with him and thought right then that sending him away might be the best thing. I heard his tools clanging as he dug around in his bag and tried to ignore that he was there as I went back to prepping food in the kitchen. A few minutes later I was shocked back into focus as I caught a whiff of something that was not cooking in the kitchen and went back out to the living room. There was Jim, bold as fuck, smiling as he exhaled a cloud of smoke from my good 420. I don’t smoke, but find it sexy when a top does, and for just a split second my ass pulsed in hunger. Then my anger flared as I said, “What the fuck do you think you are doing? Ever think of asking first? That’s for my guests!” He just smiled, took another hit, then grabbed the TV remote and said, “I’m going to watch the game a bit while I finish this.” It was not a question, just the demand of a rude asshole. I growled, “Fine. But they’ll be here for dinner at 6:00 and it would be nice if my place was not a sweatbox, and if all my drink and shit was not gone before then.” Dinner prep was hard to focus on as I continued to fume about his attitude and then I realized I had not even asked if he had fixed the problem with the thermostat. I stomped back out to the living room to find Jim casually laid back on the couch, his feet up on the ottoman, drink in one hand and blunt in the other. He just gave me his cocky grin and a flick of wrist toward the wall. I walked over, the thermostat seemed to be working fine again and he had set it back down to comfortable 70 degrees. I turned, he exhaled followed by a small cough, I grit my teeth and said, “Thank you,” and left him as I went back into the kitchen. I heard the balcony door close and the blinds coming down and when I stepped out of the kitchen Jim just looked at me with a fuck off grin. I shook my head and went back into the kitchen. I could hear the sounds of the game from the TV, smell the heavy cloud of weed, picturing him in my mind with his feet up and that ‘fuck you’ grin. I stopped - the sounds had changed - it was no longer the cheering of a roaring crowd but the demanding voices of a mandingo gangbang - shit! I scurried back out of the kitchen and stopped. There was Jointer Jim, his pants down around his ankles weighted to the floor by his massive set of maintenance keys. His legs were skinny, his hip bones showed either from the angle of the light or from how thin he was. Jim moaned as he looked at me, his blunt held between his teeth, his upper lip curled on the end in a smirk. He then took his blunt out, let a long, thick drool of spit descend from his dry lips like a leaf slowly falling from a great Oak tree, which landed mid-shaft on his dark, ebony wood. I gasped a little as Jim used the spit to slick his dick with his clawed hand - there was something wild and taboo about watching his fucked up hand jack his mighty rod. He turned full towards me and said, “Get on your knees fag boy and suck my dick. I know you want to.” A mix of anger at his assumption and excitement knowing how much I desired his dick right then washed over me. I started to protest, “I...I’m not a fa….” Jim snarled, “STOP RIGHT THE FUCK THERE. Yes you ARE! You forget - COCK SUCKER - I’ve been here before. I’ve seen your pile of porn flicks. Not this stuff that I’m sure you haul out for the DL brothas, but that nasty shit you usually have stacked at the bottom of the pile - you know what I’m talking about.” Yeah, I did, and even managed to blush just a little, which made him laugh and choke on his smoke. Serves him right. “Come on then, hike that skirt up and get on your knees and gag on my dick like a good cock sucker. Then if you do me right, maybe - just maybe - I will dig them guts out and give you some real man juice,” Jim tempted. All thoughts of dinner prep went out of my head as I watched him hit the blunt and his dick start to swell with blood as it engorged itself in the delights of the porn flick. I quickly stumbled out of my pants, knelt on the wool carpet, and hefted his meaty dick up to eye level. It stared back at me, winked, and drooled a little. I spit on the head, Jim laughed, and as I guided the phat head to my mouth he said in between puffs, “THAT’S IT FAG BOY... ...OPEN THEM LIPS… ...LET ME HEAR YOU GAG ON MY SHIT… ...GIVE ME THAT SLOPPY NECK… ...CHOKE ON MY SWEATY DICK… ...I AIN’T WASHED MY MEAT IN ABOUT A WEEK, THAT’S WHAT PUSSY MOUTHS ARE FOR… ...TAKE YOUR TIME, THERE AIN’T NO RUSH… ...THAT’S RIGHT, GET IT NICE AND WETT SO IT’LL GO IN SWEET AND DEEP INTO THAT ASS… ...I DON’T FUCK EASY, NOT AT ALL, SO IF YOU CAN’T TAKE IT LIKE A BROTHA GIVES IT, YOU BETTER SWALLOW MY NUTT.... ...OH YOU PAUSING NOW? WONDERING IF IT’LL FIT?... ...BEND THAT FAG ASS OVER, LET ME MAKE IT FIT!” “Can I get the poppers and lube?” I pleaded. Jointer Jim stamped out the finished blunt, “No. I’m trying to stuff that tummy MY WAY! I like a bitch who tells me it hurts, cries that my dick is stretching them walls, putting her on her period - so you trying to get nasty and get bitch fucked and that pussy hole super soaked, or we done?” I mumbled a pathetic, “Yes,” and he slapped my face and said, “Speak up faggot bitch - let your BBC Master hear you!” So I did. I debased myself for his pleasure, and every plea and whimper and second of pathetic begging made his onyx monster grow and harden. “That’s what I like to hear,” Jim chuckled, “Hungry ass that’s need that itch scratched, that hole broken, them guts shredded - well you better hang onto your panties cause I’m about to get down and bang that hole WIDE-THE-FUCK-OPEN!” Jim’s clawed hand snapped close across my face as he leaned over me - my submissive body kneeling on the ottoman, my hole wet and eager to feel him push inside. As his throbbing knob punctured my outer ring, Jim tapped the remote and turned up the volume of the rape scene on the porn flick to drown out my own cries. His long arms squeezed my sides, his claw clamped tighter across my mouth and face while he began to rape fuck my hole. There’s something hot as hell about a top who takes what he wants, fuck like he wants, forces a bottom to serve him the way he wants - and I was totally willing to let him use me any way he needed. The long, black dick pulled almost all the way out, angled to the left and SLAMMED back in. I yelped, whined, and cried out. Jointer Jim laughed and did it again. He then shifted his stance to scrape the other side of my guts before just slamming my bussy straight on. “FUCKING JUICY PUSSY HOLE - TOTAL BITCH - THAT’S ALL YOU IS - NASTY, MOTHA FUCKIN BITCH HOLE.” I yowled like an alley cat in heat when Jim yanked his dick out of my now gaping hole. He walked over to wall where the thermostat was, bent down, rooted around in his toolbox and laughed like a trickster as he stepped back behind me. “AIN’T NOTHING BUT FUCKING AIR - CHRIST YOU A HUNGRY ASSED FAG - LOOK AT THAT SHIT - EATS IT RIGHT TO THE HILT,” Jointer Jim said while he tested the elasticity of my now-broken ass ring with the large handle of a screw driver. Not satisfied with my response he shifted a large hammer into his clawed hand, the rough wooden handle pointed at my quivering chute, “OH HELL YEAH - YOU FEEL THAT - CAN TELL BY HOW THAT BACK ARCHES, THOSE HIPS DROP, JUST LIKE YOU READY TO DROP SOME BABIES. YOU EAGER FOR MY MANDINGO BABIES? BREED THAT PUSSY? BAREBACK THAT FUCK HOLE? RIDE THAT ASS RAW SOME MORE? FUCKING SLUT!” I started to buck my ass, riding that wooden handle, trying to feel the metal hammer head kiss my cheeks when Jointer Jim yanked it out, dropped the sloppy tool to the floor with a clang, leaned back over and began to rape fuck my ass again. “YOU WANT THIS NICCA CUM? TELL ME WHAT A SLUT YOU ARE? BEG FOR MY SHIT - BEG FOR MY NICCA BABIES - BEG FOR ME TO TEAR THAT ASS END TO END AND SIDEWAYS - OH YEAH - THAT’S IT - STROKE IT WITH THAT SILKY HOLE - STROKE MY DICK - STROKE MY MOTHA FUCKIN DICK - COME ON - PUSH IT BACK - RIDE THAT SHIT - RIDE IT! HARDER - HARDER SLUT BITCH - YOU WANT THIS NUTT? RIDE THAT SHIT HARDER! FUCK YEAH! DUMB ASS FAGGOT - FUCK YEAH - SHOW ME THAT ASS NEEDS THIS DICK DEEP - WANT IT DEEPER? HERE YOU FUCKING GO - GETTING CLOSE - FUCK YEAH - GETTING CLOSE - WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT? HUH? WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT? WANT ME SHOOT IT INSIDE THAT FAG PUSSY? THAT’S WHERE YOU WANT IT? HERE YOU GO FUCKA - HERE YOU GO - HELL YEAH! TAKE THIS NICCA NUTT - TAKE IT! TAKE IT! MILK MY DICK! TAKE IT….” Thanksgiving dinner was in less than three hours, yet there I was, bent over my couch with the building’s handyman filling me with his own, personal gravy! Jointer Jim’s nutt started to froth out of my ass as he continued to pump my hole and I had to ask, “Can you cum again?”

I gotta say, this is the ONE circumstance where I envy bottoms. I really enjoy being a top but what I would give to be able to GIVE 25 loads in a row the way a bottom can TAKE 25 loads in one session. It's a fantasy that my balls just can't live up to. A guy only has so much sperm to give up in a single night.

I was 13 with a neighbor guy a couple houses down. Loved taking his load.

There I was, sitting at my desk in my bedroom in my shorts and nothing else. I logged into my new AOL screenname and filled out my profile indicating that I was a gay guy in college and looking for love and friends. This is summer in New Orleans. It's muggy. I am incredibly horny. I chatted with some really attractive guys in the collegem4m rooms and some local guys in the neworleansm4m rooms. I quickly realized that the collegem4m room was more about "cyber sex" because almost none of those guys lived near me. But, those guys were hot, so I chatted with them even though I thought "cyber sex" was for losers who weren't attractive enough to get sex at the bars or bathhouses in their own cities. I would chat and we would tell each other about ourselves and eventually in we would get to the sex. The first night I had cyber sex with two guys - one in DC and another in Arizona. I couldn't believe that I was so hard. My cock was rubbing against my shorts. My cock exploded at one point because I had moved in my seat and the fabric rubbed my cock. I finished up those conversations and logged off. I was kind of ashamed that I had cyber sex. It didn't stop me from getting online more often and having cyber sex with guys. I was always so good about using condoms in the cyber chats. We always used them and we flip flopped and always used a new condom. I was proud of myself for using condoms during cyber sex. I didn't want these guys to think I was a total slut. Besides, I had tested negative again and I was swearing to myself that I would only use condoms from now on until I had a serious, monogamous boyfriend. About this time I met Bradley, a Filipino guy who was a year ahead of me at Tulane. He was a top and had cute pics, so we went on a date. There was absolutely no chemistry, mostly because he was so judgmental. After that disastrous date, we became friends. Not sure why we did, but we did. He didn't like to go out, only dated older guys (30s-40s) and had a strong personality. He would make me feel bad about going out to the bars. I told him about the cyber sex and he was not a fan. I started to feel bad about the fact that I got hard hearing other guys tell me how they wanted to pound my ass. I think I even told Bradley I was versatile because he thought less of bottoms. Classes began again in late summer and the parties and everything started up again. I barely ever saw Justin, but when I did I just felt bad about him not wanting to be with me. I would go home at night, study or read, and then get online. I would have cyber sex with almost anyone who wanted to - at times 4-5 windows open at a time doing various scenes. I also chatted with local guys. If they wanted cyber sex, I was cool with that. Mostly they just wanted to chat and would never meet up. That's how I met Will. He was a guy I met on AOL neworleansm4m and we hit it off. There was always a reason not to meet until one night we were going to the same club. He invited me over to pre-game. As a college student, I loved the pre-game because it meant my night was cheaper and I still had a good time. We met at his friend's place. Will was just like his pictures - reddish blonde hair, green eyes, tall, thin, wiry, and sexy. Will and I hit it off immediately. That night at Oz he had me up on the boxes and the stage dancing and grinding. I knew I was getting fucked by Will that night. His cock felt nice and long. I couldn't wait. We left and went to his place. I grabbed condoms on the way out of the club. We got to his place and we kissed and took each other's clothes off. His body was so thin and sexy. I've always had a thicker build and a plump ass. He was totally my opposite. I was really into his body. I got his cock out and stroked it. He was already hard. I sucked his cock for awhile. Then he took out my hard cock and pushed me on the bed facing him. He took my cock in his mouth. It was my first non cyber sex blowjob in a month. I almost came. Will stopped sucking my cock and came up to kiss me. His legs straddled my hips. He pressed my cock on his ass and sat down. Fuck his ass was so warm. He stopped to let himself adjust to my cock. As he did so, I realized we hadn't used a condom. I said so. He asked if I was negative. I said yes. He kissed me. Then he started riding my cock. I was loving it. This hot wiry guy riding my "bottom" cock. I almost laughed. Instead, I concentrated on his ass. I tried to do things tops had done to me and said to me online. It wasn't long though and I came inside his ass. He groaned. Will flipped me over and ate my ass. He pushed his cock into me slowly, but was fucking me with long strokes within a minute. He blew his load inside me. I kissed him. Will and I went out and went back to his place or mine to fuck almost every other night for the next few weeks. I only topped him one more time. Every other time I was taking his bareback cock and his cum. I liked having sex with Will. He was a good guy. I never told John or Bradley about having bareback sex with Will. John heard me beg for Will's load one morning when Will stayed the night. He asked if I was using condoms. I was really embarrassed. John said he always uses condoms. I should too. I didn't need to with Justin because we were monogamous, etc. John really urged me to use condoms. I talked to Will about it and he told me we could if I wanted to use them, but he loved the feeling of bareback sex. He told me that I got a special look in my eyes when he came inside me. That was the last time Will and I talked about condoms. About a month later, Will went to live with his parents across Lake Pontchartrain for a little while to save on bills. It was harder to see each other. We did, but only when he came to the city. I did not have a car and his parents, like mine, were not cool with him being gay. I started chatting online more. This time on gay.com as well as AOL. I tried to stay off AOL chatrooms because I knew Will could see where I was hanging out if he was logged in at the same time. I hadn't really used gay.com yet. It was mainly the same local guys, maybe a bit younger. I didn't have cyber sex with guys on gay.com like I did on AOL. I occasionally still had cyber sex with guys I knew from AOL but I realized how much I liked new cyber sex partners more than the regulars. After a few weeks, I was really horny on a weeknight. Will said he had to do some work around the house with his dad. I was going to be alone, so I prepped my ass for some good online cyber sex. I logged into AOL and gay.com simultaneously. Within about 30 minutes, a guy on AOL and I were going hot and heavy. This time, though, I forgot to mention condoms. I was trying to finger my ass, jerk my cock, and type to the AOL guy and the guys on gay.com all at the same time. I was hard and horny. With all that work I wasn't able to get off completely. When the cyber sex dude said he was cumming, he said "I'm flooding your ass slut!" I was so turned on. FUCK! It was just at this time that a local guy from gay.com was asking me to come over. I had left the question hanging for a few minutes while I was getting "flooded." I wondered how Will was, but fuck it. I was horny. I got the gay.com guy's address, called a cab, and made for the FQ where he lived. As the cab rounded the corner near one of the gay bars, I looked out the window and saw Will kissing another guy while a third guy had him from behind. I was staring a bit. I saw them turn and walk toward the bathhouse. I knew Will was going to cheat on me. I had a bit of anguish in my stomach when I got to gay.com guy's house. I thought, "Fuck Will." I rang the buzzer. The guy came down. He was 30, bit of a belly, and an 8" crooked cock. It wasn't long before I was on the guys bed and taking his cock in my ass. I was pushing back really hard thinking about seeing Will with those other guys. I was basically fucking myself on this guy's cock. About 5 minutes in, he pushed me on the bed and started piston fucking me. That crooked cock was just wrecking my ass. Then he jammed all the way in, shuddered, groaned and I felt him unload his cum inside me. I realized as I jerked myself off, "Oops, I guess I forgot to use a condom again." And then, "What was this guy's name? Probably too late to ask."

The first bb was a 50-50. It was also my first bottom too. We started with condom, but when he pulled out after I dropped my load from being pounded, the rubber was in his hand and while I finished him with my mouth, his cock did not taste like he had it on. The second was planned from my side. A nice married guy. After the warm up I took him in doggy. I enjoyed so much I came within five minutes without touching myself. When he saw that he pulled out too and he wanted a blow job to finish. End of story no bare for me since and still looking for the candidate to plant the first seed into me.

i was in NYC a month ago i went to a xxx theater in queens fair theater i was fully dressed in mini skirt red 5inc high heels wig make up only crossdresser in the theater i met a black guy who had me suck his cock and he fingered me before he started he asked if i ever did tina i said No i only drink vodka he said i can smell it your drunk you little slut... am going to get u on tina he took some white looking powder i think and put it on his finger and finger fucked me i felt i was in heaven he try fucking me but i was too tight so he stoped his cock must have been 10 inc he made me swallow his cum after he left i open the small booth door and a older white man came in he handed me cash and told me not to count it just get on your knees suck daddy cock i did for 15 mints being on tina had me floting after i sucked him he fliped me over and told me he was clean and he was going to breed me and he did i could not stop him he said this is my life to be a xxx theater bitch his cock was small enough he fucked me real good and cum in me before he left hee jerked me off sucking my sissy cum

After Justin and I broke up, I was totally devastated and felt very empty inside. Not only my ass was empty because Justin wasn't fucking me regularly, but my stomach felt like a bottomless pit of anguish. Luckily, I was able to concentrate on finals. I was taking 5 classes and I had 2 papers and 3 exams over the next 10 days. They were all pretty evenly spaced out so I didn't have a lot of time to think about Justin. Finals were a time when the library and the dorm were always full of people. It was easy to get into a routine. Gym, food, computer games with a guy on the floor, food, study or write at the library or in my room, food and hang with the guys on the floor and then study until I slept. One of the first mornings of the "prep week", I went into the showers and saw someone's ass under the bottom of the stall. I knew who it was, Paul, my friend on the floor, had been out drinking and was obviously massively hungover. He was sitting on the floor because he was too hungover to stand. He hadn't had a good freshman year. He was beat up while pledging a fraternity and most of the guys who had joined fraternities ignored him after that - including his roommate, the guys across the hall, and Jason. The first semester those guys were all inseparable. It was hard to see him like this. Paul was a really sweet guy. I spoke with Paul that morning and brought him food back from breakfast. We ended up chatting a lot that week. He was transferring after the year ended. I didn't even know that he was thinking about transferring. I guess I had become distant too. I felt bad. Paul and I hung out and studied together all week. He helped me focus and not think about Justin. As finals week crept along, more guys were partying and the noise level increased. Unluckily, I had finals on two of the last 3 days. I took to using Paul's room because it was at the end of the hall. Paul would use mine to play games I had on my computer which he didn't have. It worked out well. On one of the last nights, I finished studying and was falling asleep in Paul's bed. I went back to my room and Paul wasn't tired. I got into my boxers, used the bathroom, and came back to the room. I let him keep playing the game and we chatted for a bit. There was a lot of sexual tension in the room. I got out of bed and leaned over his shoulder a bit to see how he was doing in the game. He turned his face, we looked into each other's eyes and then kissed. A few minutes later, we were both naked and I was moaning as his cock was sliding into my ass. We never even discussed who would get fucked, condoms, hiv status, nothing. There I was bent over my desk with his cock in me. He held his hand over my mouth as he fucked me. He got faster and faster. I could tell he was getting close. His other hand was holding me down. I was jerking off as he fucked me. He was about to cum and I felt Paul tighten his strokes as he was about to pull out and shoot on my back. I said, "Cum in me Paul." It came out as a mumble because he was covering my mouth. He must've understood because he changed his strokes and let it go deep in my ass. Paul and I fucked over the next few days. We fucked 3-4 times a day. We never discussed condoms or hiv status. He did tell me I was the first guy he fucked while sober since he left boarding school. I liked how he fucked me. It was always a good solid fuck. In those last few days, I also had to figure out my roommate situation for the following year and pack, etc. Surprise, surprise! My new roommate was the other Mardi Gras bottom boy - John. Paul and I said our goodbyes and tried to stay in touch, but after he went to another university it was difficult. I ran into him in a bathhouse a few years later, once I moved to New York City, and he fucked me with his friend. It was hot. I went home for the summer. It was really hard to live at home. My dad barely spoke to me. My brother had his own life. My mom was trying, but her love felt more ambivalent than it had before. I think she was trying to adjust to the fact that I was gay. She kept telling me what a lonely life it would be and how sad she was for me. On top of all of that, I kept running into Eli. Whether it was with high school friends, at temple, at the mall, etc. He seemed to be everywhere. All seeing him did was make me feel alone. It also made me think about Justin a lot. That also made me feel alone. I needed to get out of there. I talked to my aunt and uncle about using the cabin, but a storm had knocked a tree onto it over the winter and they were having it repaired this summer. I called John about moving into the New Orleans apartment. He called the landlord and the landlord said the guys in the place had just asked to get out of their lease a month early and we could have it mid July. New Orleans in summer. Yay! Except for the heat and the swampy mugginess, but I did not know how that felt firsthand yet. John and I showed up on the appointed day and ended up moving in as the other guys moved out. The other guys were nice and we all helped each other. It took almost all day. One of the guys moving out, a senior from Loyola University, asked if he could stay on our couch that night because he didn't want to drive to Texas after furniture and boxes all day. We said that he could stay but John and I pointed out that we had no couch yet. We all laughed. He stayed anyway. As we got the place set up, the Loyola stayover, Pete, went to get us dinner and some beer. He came back and we drank and ate a typical New Orleans Monday dinner - Red Beans and Rice with Fried Chicken. We drank a lot of beer too. John fell asleep and Pete and I stayed up talking. I asked Pete if he wanted to stay in my room (previously his room). He knew we were gay and so was he. He said, "Just sleep?" I said, "Sure. But if sex happens, I'm cool with that." We laughed and went to bed. We made my bed, made out, got naked and I saw his fat cock. It was a fireplug cock. Fat and short (5.5" or so). I grabbed that cock and sucked it like I was starving for cock. He and I got into a 69 and he started to finger my ass. I pushed back on his fingers as I sucked his cock. After about ten minutes of him fingering me, lubing me with his spit, and licking my crack; Pete asked for a condom. I looked at him and around the room. I told him I hadn't unpacked them yet. Pete had packed his up and they were in his UHall. We were both disappointed. We switched positions and Pete was on his back and I was sucking his cock again. I was getting him very wet and he was incredibly hard - almost like steel. I went up and kissed him and straddled his waist. His cock was rubbing on mine. He pushed it back between my legs and rubbed the wet head against my ass crack. I was sucking his tongue as he was pressing the cock at my hole. I did what I always do when a cock is on my hole, pushed back. His cock head popped inside my ass. I moaned and he slid in more. I sat back more and his cock slid almost all the way in. I rode his cock for awhile and he was pushing up. We got a good rhythm going and fucked for about a few minutes like that. I said, "Fuck me Pete." He flipped me over, lifted my legs and popped his cock back in my ass. About 20 minutes later, this guy I had just met a few hours ago was about to cum. I said, "Cum in my ass." Pete slammed his hips into me and groaned as he shot his cum inside me. In the morning, Pete was gone and I was really horny. It had been about 2 months since Paul had fucked me and I was craving another fuck. I convinced John to go with me to the bars that night. We got drunk, danced, met some guys and I wound up back in a guy's hotel room taking his raw cock and his load. I took 2 more loads off him by the time I left. The rest of the week, I couldn't get enough cock. I went out every night and a different guy fucked me every night that week - hotel rooms, an apartment, the back room at another bar, and the bathhouse. Some guys used condoms, others didn't; but I wasn't asking. As I went home on Sunday morning after a night getting fucked by a guy in his hotel room, I remembered what that speaker said - "It is the other guy's responsibility to ask me to use a condom and ask about my status." I hadn't asked any of these guys either question. I just wanted to get fucked and I let it happen however it happened. I was kinda freaked out that I had done these things. I felt cum in my wet ass from the guy who had just fucked me again before I left his hotel. I decided I needed to get tested. I spent the next few weeks getting tested(negative), finding a job, and basically hanging out. John and I bought a couch and a few other things for our place. It was during one of those trips that John told me about chat rooms where I could meet guys. He told me about AOL and gay.com. I was interested. He told me guys met for dates and sex, but it was up to what you wanted. Profiles, pictures, etc. I went back to the apartment and set up a different AOL account/screenname and a gay.com account. I was tired of being alone. I was hoping this would help me meet my future boyfriend/partner. I tried AOL chat rooms first.......

Part 3 After the various men had left, the only one left was the first guy that had come in whom I assumed was like the leader or something. He just hummed to himself nonchalantly as he moved about his business. I just watched him with fear and loathing. "I suppose you're wondering exactly what your situation is #40," he said as he wheeled a contraption behind Billy. "Yes you no longer have a name, just a number. You're #40 and your friend is #41. That's how many slave boys I've gone through. And yes, thats what you are now, my property." He looked me in the eyes as he said these words, enjoying the fear he saw in them. "You see, I have a little underground busines selling boys to satisfy the nasty desires of men. So yea, you're not only a slave now, but a whore too. At least you will be after tonight." He chuckled as he lined up the contraption to Billy's ass. It was a machine with a long pole and a large dildo attached to the end. He placed the tip of the fat, fake cock right at Billy's puffy, red hole. "You're friend here is already officially a whore now. Those men last night paid some good money for a first timer. Tonight is your turn." He said, placing headphones over Billy's ears. A tear rolled down my cheek as I shuddered. "This is going to help break your friend into his new position. The headphones have a repeating loop telling him he's a whore now. A worthless faggot cumdump slave. A slave who will crave cock and cum. A slave who will crave pain and degradation. A slave who will serve any man he's sold too." He removed the metal spreader from Billy's mouth and Billy moaned in pain as he closed his jaw for the first time in hours. "Why?" Billy croaked, barely able to speak. "Why us? Please let me go." he cried. "Oh there's no leaving here #41, unless I sell you once you're of no more use to me, or I dispose of you because you're so damaged I can't even do that. Although I always seem to be able to find a buyer. There's always someone wanting a boy to fufill their ultimate darkest fantasies. The slave I just sold went to a couple in New York. They're particularly cruel and he will suffer greatly before he meets his end." Fresh tears rolled down both our cheeks as we listened to our fates. The man just laughed as he picked up another needle and administered it to Billy. Billy went rigid and coughed again as the man pushed a button on the headphones, then walked to the contraption, flipping a switch. The machine kicked on and started plunging the fake cock deeply and harshly in and out of Billy's already sore and ravaged hole. Billy howled as this new torture was inflicted on him. "That should really bust his cunt open. A few hours of this and he won't even know what world he's in anymore. See you in a few hours, sluts." With that the man left. Billy sobbed and wailed as his abused ass was plundered relentlessly. Unlike a man, the machine kept a steady, unwavering pace, shoving what had to be 9 inches all the way in before withdrawing to the tip, forcing the flared head constantly past Billy's puffy, red sphincter, lubed only with cum and blood. I could only hang there and watch my friends torture, fearing my own. I have no idea how long it went on, hours for sure. Billy's sobs eventually became grunts, then nothing as his ass was pulverized beyond feeling. After what seemed like an eternity, the man and Earl finally returned. Ignoring Billy, they started to finally unstrap me. I fell off and into their arms, unable to controll my numb extremeties. They removed the gag and let me down to the floor. I lay there moving my jaw for a few moments before I started to try to crawl toward the door saying "Fuck You!" to the men. They just laughed as Earl landed a hard kick into my balls with his steel toed boots. I doubled over in pain as the two men each grabbed an arm and dragged me across the floor, my bare skin scraping along the cement. They picked me up and placed me on my back in a leather sling, quickly strapping me in, legs in the air. The man grabbed a needle and tied my arm off. I wept knowing this was the end. Earl dropped his pants and spit on his big, hard cock, lining it up to my asshole as the man inserted the syringe, pushed the plunger, and released the band. WHOOSH!!! A wave of electricity flew threw my body as my brain exploded and my lungs seized up, eliciting a deep, wracking cough. The Earl grabbed my thighs and mercilessly plunged his fat, black cock into me. "AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGG" I screamed as a searing pain unlike any I had felt before ripped through my soul. My head thrashed from side to side as my ass burned like it was on fire. "Damn, this is my favorite part of my job!" exclaimed Earl. "Being the first to rip open a young white boy and hear him scream for the first time! The blood is the best!" I knew what he meant, that my asshole was bleeding from being torn apart. I just sobbed and wailed as Earl pounded me as hard as he could. After what felt like an eternity to me, he buried himself as deep as he could and went ridged as he pumped his cum deep inside me. "Feel that boy? Feel that cock spurting deep in your slave cunt? Thats poz cum slut! The same poz cum that shot into your friend yesterday!" I cried as this new realization dawned on me. Although at this point it should have been no surprise. Earl just pulled out and moved to my head, grabbing it. I could see blood and cum coverering his semi hard cock. "Clean it off slave! And don't even THINK of biting it or I will crush your balls with a sledgehammer!" I shook, knowing he meant it, and took his dirty cock in my mouth, trying not get sick as I sucked it clean. The man then entered my burning hole, and pounded me deep and hard. "Call me Master boy! That's my name to you. Master or Sir! Thank me bitch for fucking your slave whore cunt!" I refused and Earls grabbed a riding crop and started hitting my cock and balls as hard as he could till I acquiesced. "Yes Master!" I screamed through my tears. "Thank you Master! Thank you for fucking your whore Sir!" "Thats better slave! You will learn! I will break you, just like I will break your friend, just like I've broken EVERY slaveboy I have captured!" He snarled as he pumped a second load deep in my guts. He too made me clean off his dirty cock. Again I have no clue how many men fucked me that first night, I just know it went on for hours. After my second shot my moans of pain became moans of pleasure. In my fucked up state the cocks raping me started to feel good. I was almost sad each time one pulled out and I felt empty. Oh god, I really WAS a faggot slave whore!

While I had played around with neighborhood boys as an 11-12 year old like kissing and touching cocks, my first load was at age 16 when a school friend and I got hold of beer, got drunk, and later had sex together. We didn't do it again until we were 19-20 years old and I got his load again. Then it was my late 30s when I truly got into m2m sex.

Part 2 When I could finally take my eyes off my unconscious best friend, I looked around my new environment. I seemed to be in what looked to me like a huge dungeon. The floor was cement and the walls were all stone and brick. Several bare bulbs hung around the room, providing a harsh illumination. All around the room were what looked like torture devices. I recognized a rack from history class, but the other items looked foreign to me, except for the wall that had all kinds of whips and paddles hanging on it. It made my blood run cold. On one side of the room I could see a cage. Inside that cage was what was obviously a man. He was on his hands and knees with his head sticking out a hole in the front. But you couldn't see his face because it was covered by a leather hood with a large black funnel attached to the top of the cage, and a tube leading to his mouth. I could also see another tube that came out of his dick and disappeared into his ass. I didn't need to be told the reason why. The final thing I took notice of was a row of barred cells directly opposite of me. There were 6 of them. I could see men in four of them. All of them were asleep on mats on the floor. The first two men I couldn't make out too well. The third man was a muscular guy with a shaved head. The fourth guy appeared to be very skinny. I didn't look to long as I heard men approaching. "What are we doing with #36?" I heard a voice ask. "This ones going to my clients in New York City." Another voice replied. "They haven't bought used property in a while. They made the best offer." Then I saw four men enter through a door. I recognized Earl as one of them. The other 3 were all rough looking men, older with big bellies. "Ahh #40, I see you're awake." Said one of the men, grabbing my balls and squeezing them, causing me to wince in pain. "Good, cause I didn't want to administer your first dose just yet. But wouldn't want you to miss your friends initiation, so you can ponder when it will be your turn." I broke out in a sweat at those words knowing it couldn't be good. I watched as one of the other men unlocked the cell with the skinny guy and hoisted him over his shoulders. As he was carried out I could see his back and ass covered in all kinds of bruises, welts and other marks. The man who had grabbed my balls just laughed as he saw the shocked look in my eyes. "Don't worry #40, you'll look like that some day soon. Maybe you'll meet his same ultimate fate. Or maybe something worse." I screamed and struggeled in my bonds, to no avail. The man just laughed again as he dropped his pants revealing a large, gnarly veined cock that was quickly rising to attention. Earl dropped his pants too revealing an even larger cock while the first man held up a needle, checking its contents. He then tied a band around Billy's arm as Earl hocked some spit on his cock. "Here we go!" said the man as he stuck the needle into Billy, "let the fun begin!" With that he ripped the band off Billy. Billy's eyes flew open as he gasped then coughed a few times. That was the moment Earl was waiting for as he forcefully rammed his snot and spit covered cock straight into Billy's unprotected asshole. "AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH" Oh my god! I had never heard a scream like that before. Earl just held onto Billy's hips and he rammed him over and over as hard as he could. Billy just screamed and screamed as tears flowed down his cheeks, unable to defend himself as he was savagely raped. The first man approached Billy's head, placing his hands on top and plunging his hard cock into the stretched open mouth. Billy retched and gagged, vomiting as he chocked on the cock plowing his throat. I puked myself as I watched my best friend get brutally violated right in front of me, the vomit squirting past my gag and down my naked body. "Oh Billy, Billy, Billy," I said to myself as tears flowed down my cheeks. "I 'm so sorry." knowing I would eventually endure the same thing. I just hung my head and cried as I listened to Billy's weakening screams and the men yelling as they pumped their cum into my best friend. I really have no idea how many men fucked Billy that first time. I was numb, physically and emotionally. I think it was about 10 or 11, and I think most of them fucked Billy twice. I do remember he got another shot at some point, and I remember bright pink cum running down his legs. After a while Billy's screams turned to moans, then simply to grunts as his asshole was turned into hamburger. Raw, bloody hamburger. And I shook wondering when my turn would be.

I posted on Craigslist that I was looking to suck and possibly get fucked by str8 guys. I was specific that I only wanted masculine men. Mostly interested in Str8, curious or bi married guys. I got hit with a lot of replies, but most seemed to be gay guys that were too nelly for my taste. I did get a couple of supposedly str8 guys that replied. But most turned out to be just pic collectors. But one guys email reply seemed to stand out. He said he was a 49 year old married, bi curious, Highway Patrol Officer. His wife was no longer interested in sex. And he was in desperate need of a blow job. He told me he was str8, but had once had a blow job from a guy. And was open to try it again. He made it clear he would not reciprocate. He included a pic of his cock. He showed a very nice 7", cut dick. With a big, mushroom head. I quickly replied that I was fine with just blowing him. I desired no reciprocation. I included a few pics of me sucking dick. Then told him that I"d send my address if he was interested? I again got a quick reply from him. He told me his location. And said he was very interested. He was only a few miles from me. So, I shot back to him with my address and directions to get here. He said he'd be here in about 15 mins. But he warned me that he'd just gotten off duty. So, he'd be in uniform. And driving a Highway Patrol Pickup Truck. Was I comfortable with him showing up at my house like that? I know wondered if he was just feeding me a bunch of bullshit. But if he was, I was game to call his bluff. I told him I was OK with him in his uniform and truck. And that I'd see him in 15 minutes. I put a str8 porn dvd on the tv in the bedroom and quickly douched. We hadn't discussed anal. But, I always like to be prepared , just in case. Sure enough, in less than 15 minutes, my doorbell rang. I answered the door. And standing there was a 6'2", muscular guy with salt & pepper hair, in a Nevada Highway Patrol Uniform. His Highway Patrol Truck was in my driveway. I have to admit, my heart started to pound. I was turned on as well as a bit nervous. Was I being set up? I invited him inside. And led the way to my bedroom. The room was dark, except for the light from the porn playing on the tv. Get comfortable, I said. "I'm a bit nervous about this", he said. "So am I", I chuckled. He started to remove his gun belt, then his pants. I began to undress as well. He stripped down to his white briefs and undershirt. Then sat on the edge of my bed. Facing the tv. I got on my knees, between his legs. And put my face up to his crotch. Through his white briefs, I began to gently chew on his soft cock. I felt it grow a bit as my mouth played with it. Then I reached up and pulled his briefs down. He lifted up his hips to let me pull them off him. I then took his partially hard cock in my mouth and began to suck. His cock quickly hardened in my mouth. I took my time worshiping his cock, balls and licked underneath his balls as well. Then I lifted his legs and licked down to his puckered asshole. "Woahhhh"........he said. "What are you doing?". "Have you ever had your ass licked?", I asked. "No", he replied. I went back to his asshole and licked it. He let out a soft moan. I really made love to his ass as I felt him relax and enjoy it. He was moaning and groaning and grinding his ass on my face. He was obviously enjoying it. I continued to stroke his cock as I ate his hole. Then I went back to his cock. I could taste precum on the tip of his dick. I sucked for a few minutes, then asked him, "Do you want to fuck me?" "Fuck you?", he said. "Yeah. Want to fuck my ass?" "Hmmmm? Not sure? I've never thought of fucking a guy?" "Wanna give it a try?" I said. Without waiting for his answer. I stood up and knelt on the edge of the bed. I spit on my fingers and put it to my ass to lube it. I did this several times, till I was well lubed with spit. "Stand behind me. Put your dick in me", I said. He slowly moved to my ass. I could tell he was hesitant, but turned on by the idea. I felt him put his hard cockhead to my asshole. I spread my asscheeks and then felt him slide up into me. He let out a soft sigh as his cock slid into my warm hole. He took no time until he was really pumping in and out of my ass. Soon he had grabbed my tightly around the waist and was pounding his cock into me. It only took a few minutes before he let out a loud grunt and slammed deeply into me. I squeezed my ass on his cock as I could feel him emptying his balls into my ass. As with most str8 guys, he came, then quickly pulled out and began to dress. "Are you ok?", I asked. "Yeah. That was hot. Sorry for cumming so quickly. But I wasn't expecting all of that. Thought I was just getting a blow job." "My ass and mouth are yours, anytime you want it", I said. "I've got your email address. You'll be hearing from me". He quickly dressed back into his uniform and was out the door in moments. I did hear from him the following week. He's fucked me on a regular basis ever since. He even brought one of his Highway Patrol buddies with him once. They both fucked me. I hope he'll bring more of his buddies with him. I love taking uniformed dick.

Yeah I think i'll just use a marker on my back. That way I can show it off

Level six since I was 13. So 15 years of no questions asked load taking. I can proudly say I have never used a condom ever ?

Hey guys, sorry it's been awhile...... Justin I looked over at the guy who'd just said his name was Justin. Silently, I stared at the amazing guy from the Boot. He was sitting next to me in all his WASPy glory, polo shirt, jeans, blonde hair, blue eyes, slim, smooth skin, aquiline nose, and, for lack of better words, an incredible aura of kindness. I'm not sure what possesses some people to have that great ability to draw things out of others. Within minutes I was haltingly telling this gorgeous, caring guy the whole story of Jason, the fraternity guy, the fraternity "fags and slags" party, and the fight. The only thing that was bothering me that I left out was the unprotected, or as I was starting to think about it now "bareback", sex. Justin was silent most of the time except a few nods of his head and the occasional "wow, really?" or "oh man". We sat there for a few minutes and Justin said, "Your hand looks really red. Let's go ice it. Do you want to go to your room or mine?" I told him we should go to his room. I could not bring myself to see anyone I knew that night. We went to his place and he had a single in a suite and he grabbed some ice for my hand. We sat in the living room, watched tv, barely talking a bit until his roommates came home. They were seniors and 1 of them was his older brother; which explained how Justin, as a sophomore, was living in these sought after housing units. He took me into his room after introductions. Justin asked if I wanted to stay the night. I was not in the mood to have sex or talk much or see my roommate or that motherfucker Jason; so I must have looked hesitant but almost desperately conflicted. Justin said, "You look like you can use a friend. Also, I wouldn't mind sharing my bed with you. You're sexy. I haven't had a boyfriend in awhile and I would like to feel someone like you next to me." It was incredibly honest. I said that I would stay. Justin gave me shorts to sleep in and we undressed, talked for a while and we got into bed and cuddled. He spooned me. I could feel his hard cock on my ass, but he wasn't moving it around. It was just resting on me. I fell asleep. I woke up early in the morning and he was turned away from me toward the wall. I turned over to spoon him and that's the first time I held him. He felt warm. I kissed his shoulder and reached down for his cock. He turned over and we made out. I kissed him all over and then made my way to his shorts. I pulled them down and dove onto his cock. I licked him tip to balls and got him wet and then started sucking. He was about 8" and thin. It was a nice cock. I knew it would feel good in my ass. I must have sucked him for about 10-15 minutes and when he came I swallowed his load. We made out a bit after that and he jerked me off and sucked me until I came. Then we curled up again and fell asleep. I stayed with Justin for three more nights. By the time I left we had given each other about 3-5 blowjobs a day. I liked how he tasted. I sucked his cock in his room, the bathroom, the shower, the kitchen. I was addicted to his cock. I got back to my room and I swear everyone knew that Jason and I had a huge fight and that I was gay. I heard at least one guy call me a fag as I closed the door to my dorm room. I was just out of the shower when my RA came by. He asked what had happened. I told him. He said that fighting was not permitted on campus. He said if Jason and I fought on campus we would face the disciplinary board. Then he asked if I wanted to come by for some "apple tobacco" (his phrase for pot) after classes. I went to class and came back to the dorms. Everywhere I went on campus I felt like everyone was staring at me. There's no way that was true considering Tulane is a big school, but it felt that way. I went back to the dorm and my roommate told me he was moving out because he couldn't be roommates with a fag. I told him to fuck off and went to see the RA. The RA answered his door and Ben was in his room. They were smoking and the RA lit up his pipe and offered it to me. He told me to take a few hits. I did. He told me that my roommate was moving out. He said the guy was an asshole and Ben laughed and said, "can I kick someone's ass so I can get a single?" We all laughed. I hung out with them for for hours. When I got back to the room, I was pretty high. Justin called and I told him about my day. He came over and we made out and sucked each other off. We went for dinner, came back to my room, pushed the beds together, showered and then Justin fucked me for the first time. It was a nice fuck. Very sweet. We used condoms and he opened me up a lot before we fucked. I loved watching his face the first time he came while fucking me....he threw his head back with in a stifled groan, his mouth wide open, as his body tensed up and his hips jerked forward over and over shooting his load into the condom. This was the first time I had actually used a condom the whole way to orgasm. I was so proud of myself. I had proven I could do it. Even though it for sure hurt a whole lot more. Justin and I were inseparable from then on. We barely went anywhere without being with each other. I told my family about him within a few weeks. It was hard because they didn't want to hear it, but I was too happy to care what they thought. The holidays were hard because we were not with each other for 3 weeks. I was home on Long Island and he was home in Indiana. We talked everyday. I missed him so much that my stomach hurt. Back at school in January and we decided that we needed to get tested again for HIV, etc. I thought it was a sweet idea for a date. We went to the clinic downtown, got tested, had dinner, and went to meet friends at Oz and Pub (the gay bars in the Quarter). We danced and had a great time. This was the beginning of my life going to the FQ gay bars. We got drunk, danced more, tipped the strippers, and went home and had a lot of sex. I loved Justin so much. The test results took about a week or two and I still remember getting the call. I called Justin. We were both negative. I almost skipped over to his place. I was so happy. We hadn't discussed it but I knew I wanted to feel him in me without a condom. I missed the feeling of a guy cumming in my ass and I wanted it to be Justin's cum forever and ever. I got to his place and we were making out and I closed the door to his room, opened his jeans, dropped to my knees and sucked his cock to hard and wet stiffness. I sat him on the bed, got naked, grabbed the lube, wet his cock more, climbed on his lap and sat on his unprotected condomless cock for the first time since we met. He protested about not using a condom. I said, "We are both negative. I trust you. I love you. I want to feel you cum inside me." He laid back on the bed and closed his eyes. I could see he was conflicted; but I rode his cock just the way he liked it. I leaned forward and kissed him and let his cock ride in and out of my ass by moving my ass until his cock almost slid all the way out. In a few minutes he said he was going to cum. I kept riding his cock. He looked up at me. He said, "I love you." I kissed him hard. He kissed me back and then groaned louder than I had ever heard him. He grabbed my hips, jammed me down on his cock all the way, slammed his head on the mattress and then I felt it. The warmth in my ass. He was cumming in me. It was bliss. I loved Justin so much. My cock jerked and I came from the feeling of the warmth in my ass. We laid together and kissed and cuddled. We told each other how much we loved each other. To be continued...........

Until death do us part (story a cheating boyfriend) – Part 03 I drove Dante back to the church yard - to this sacred place, where we first met. He was still rubbing his reddish eyes and mumbled nonstop how much he would love to meet me again and that he truly believed in that we had something special going on. I smiled at him. Dante had changed from the ‘loyal boyfriend’ to a ‘safe-only slut’ within two dates. It wouldn’t take long and I would seed his bleeding cunt with my toxic load. “Your eyes are still totally reddish” I told him. “What are you going to tell your boyfriend?” I asked with a concerned tone. “Oh…. I don’t know… I might tell him, it is probably an allergy” he replied grinning. “I loved looking at your dick while you were shooting your cum right into my eyes” Dante stated. “You will get lots of cum into your eyes in the future” I told him and added in my thoughts ‘from me and my buddies and probably strangers too!’ We agreed to meet the following day. Same time – same spot. So Friday came and I picked Dante up for our secret rendez-vous. He wore a tight blue jeans again and a nice pair of sneakers, his boyfriend had probably paid for. His well shaped ass was tempting me to rip his pants from his body and rape him right then and there. His tight white t-shirt showed his small nipples sticking out. He was obviously excited to see me. “Hey there” I said, while Dante opened the passengers car door and got into the car. “Good to see you, I couldn’t stop thinking of you” I told him and led his hand to my crotch, so he could feel my hardened dick already. We had no destination this time and while I drove around, we talked about the day before and his feelings about it. The little sissy was feeling horny, but also felt bad that he had to lie to his loved one. Dante did not realize, that we entered the red light district of our town. When I parked the car nearby a porn cinema, we were deeply engaged in our conversation. “Look, we both don’t know where this leads us to, but we like each other and I feel like, we should know each other better. As long as nothing bad happens, I see no need for us to tell our boyfriends. We should simply enjoy our company. What do you think?” I asked him. The boy was about to answer me, when he saw the adult theatre a couple of feet away. He looked at me and asked me what we were doing here. “Look, I really need you to suck my dick today and I got an appointment later on. This is totally important for my job. So I thought, since we don’t have much time and the church toilets are closed for cleaning, we need another spot to empty my balls.” I explained that to him. “But we can’t go inside. I have never been to such a place. What if someone knows me….” he sounded scared. “No one knows you here. This is a run-down porn cinema. As far as I know, it is not highly frequented and we would be in the cinema hall immediately. Please…. I need to get off and you promised you would think about gulping my semen down. It was all that I could think of tonight.” I sighed desperately. I suggested to him, I would go and buy the tickets in advance and would check out, if there were people inside. After some convincing words he agreed and so I got out of the car and vanished into the cinema, after getting two tickets. A couple of minutes later I came back to the car and told the twink, that maybe two or three old guys were sitting inside, watching a porn movie. And again, after soothing the anxious little pet, he agreed to follow me into the building. We went through the entrance I adjusted my cock within my pants and took a good grip of Dante’s ass. Then we entered the cinema hall and it was obvious, that there were at least 20 horny guys watching a porn flic on a wide screen. You could hear soft moans and some slurping sounds into the flickering light of the movie. Dante moved closer to me and looked at me with frightened eyes. “Don’t worry” I said. We will perfectly fit into the picture, if you do, what you promised me to” I added. I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into a row, where quite a few guys sat and who enjoyed their evening. The carpet was covered with wet stains and some dried cum. As we passed a guy in a seat, who was simply jacking off, I chose the seat right next to this fellow. Sadly enough, the seat after mine was taken again. As I sat down and spread my legs, Dante had nowhere else to sit down and so he stood in front of me and looked scared as hell. Someone shouted he should fuck off and another guy suggested he could sit on his dick and so I pulled him down to his knees and grinned wickedly. “You know how to work on it, do you?” I whispered to him. “But the guys next to us will watch us” he whispered back. “Let them – I am not afraid showing off my dick” I told him proudly and with that Dante opened my jeans slowly. He looked up at me and I was concentrating on the movie, although I was totally aroused, feeling Dante’s fingers touching my covered dick already. As soon as my cock was free Dante started licking around my cockhead. I let him get used to it for a while, but I knew this time I wanted some good sucking action and I wanted to cum into his mouth. “Remember your promise” I hissed, without looking down at him. Dante then started sucking my cock. He bobbed his head up and down my cock and covered his teeth with his tongue and his lips. It was like fucking into a cunt – so soft like velvet. My little beauty was peering to our neighbors and realized, how they lured at him, while he sucked my dick. “Would your boy mind giving me a hand?” the pal on my left side asked me all of a sudden. “I wouldn’t turn him down either” said the other guy. Dante had stopped his sucking immediately and looked shocked after hearing those remarks. “I don’t know…..” I answered, while I kept on looking to the cheap porn movie on the screen. “Of course I won’t” Dante shouted out. “Sht….” I warned him. “Don’t make a fuss, do you want us kicked out of here… with the lights on?” I asked him. “You promised me, I would shoot down your throat today- are you making this on purpose…. to avoid swallowing my cum?” I accused him. “No… No… but…” he tried to explain himself. “But - what? Jerking off a guy is no sex at all. It is more like scratching someone on his back. Did you ever react this way, when a friend asked you to scratch his back?” I wanted to know. “But it is okay… if you see things between us this way, then we should probably end all this and go our separate ways.” I added and started to push Dante away from me. “Wait… please, wait….!” Dante behaved like a trapped animal. Slowly his hands reached out to both sides and he touched both dicks at the same time. His fingers wrapped around the hot pieces of flesh and he began jerking the two strangers off. “See…. just like scratching someone else’s back” he repeated implausible. I laid my hands on the back of his head and pulled him back to my cock. “Thanks…. Baby….” I moaned and grinned satisfied. We were all three sitting in a row and grunting, while Dante jerked off the two strangers and sucked my cock as deep as he could. He looked like a cock hungry slut by onlookers, while satisfying the jocks needs. Sooner or later on of the guys being jerked off shot his load. Shortly after that, the second one did cum. Both left the hall quite fast after they were done. I thought for a moment, to signal for other guys to take the seats next to us, but I didn’t want to overdo it. So I enjoyed the slurping and sucking sounds Dante made and when I was about to ejaculate into his mouth I reminded him to collect my seed into his mouth and to show me the stuff. It took me more than eight shots into Dante’s mouth and I believe he already had to swallow at least one time. When I leaned forward I used the flashlight of my cell-phone to check Dante’s mouth. He got ordered to open it and so he did. I could see a pool of sperm in his mouth. Then I told him to close his mouth again and to swallow it as promised. He hesitated for a second and then he closed his mouth and he gulped it all down and proved it, by opening his mouth again. I flashed a smile across my face and told him how happy and proud I was. Then I convinced him, that some of my sperm actually spilled out of his sweet mouth and went to the floor. I reminded him, that he promised to swallow my whole load. So he went down onto the dirty floor and started licking and munching the stained red carpet. On our way home the boy didn’t speak much. When we reached the church yard he told me, that he felt a bit mad about me, forcing him into interactions with those other guys. “Hey” I objected. “When did I force you?” “Well….. you…. when….. but you gave me the feeling, that I had to…..” he sniffed. “Listen – honestly… I didn’t want to give you a bad feeling. Today was the best day in my life. I saw you, we enjoyed some intimacy, you swallowed my cum. I feel like I achieved so much today. We reached a new level in our relationship. If I made you feel, like you had to jerk those guys off, I am really sorry” I lied to him straight face. “I am still convinced, that jerking someone else off, is not even betraying. Remember how innocent it all started with us. And by the way, I just wanted to show off with you. You are the most adorable guy I have ever seen. And I wanted the other fellows just to be jealous, that you are sucking me and not them.” I sighed deeply. “But still… I felt like a whore….” Dante explained and started crying. Probably, because you are a whore, I told myself. “I promise, the next time you won’t be jerking off guys” I looked at him seriously. The next time it would be even worse….

Saturday night rolled around and I was still kicking myself for letting all these guys bareback me. I was standing in the shower, kinda staring at the wall, and running my hands through my hair. Our freshman showers had stalls with curtains. I heard my curtain pull back and Jason said, "You almost ready Max?" He startled me out of my trance. I looked at him, naked with his great body, beautiful face, and hardening cock. My cock started to stand up. Jason got in the shower and pulled the curtain closed. He said, "No one else is in the bathroom. Let's be quick. I want your ass." He leaned in, grabbed my shampoo bottle, and squeezed some shampoo into his hand. I leaned against the wall and pushed my ass back. I had taken his dick at least 20-25 times the last two months. I wasn't a stranger to it's size, but I had to brace myself for what was about to invade me. I bit my hand and Jason pushed slowly inside me. Jason was slower than he usually was entering me. He wrapped his arms around me. I felt his chest on my back and eventually his hips on my ass. He just stood there in the shower, holding me and waiting for me to adjust to his big cock. When I did, I pushed my ass back. Jason never let go of me. He held me tight and started fucking me. All of the stupid thoughts I'd been having about using condoms and how stupid I had been in the past, rushed out of my head as Jason's condomless cock worked my ass. I started to let myself imagine being with Jason. I leaned my head back and turned and we kissed. The kissing made his fucking more insistent. I could also tell how much he enjoyed kissing me because his cock got stiffer in my ass. In a few minutes, Jason came inside me and I came on the wall. We risked a lot that evening fucking in the showers. 22 other guys plus the RA lived on our floor. Anyone of them or their friends could have heard us or seen the two sets of feet under the stall partition. After we came, we both looked at each other and I was stunned at our audacity. Jason's look soften and he kissed me. We showered together, cleaning off the sex and the day's grime. Jason and I kissed a few times in the shower as we cleaned up. When he grabbed my shampoo to wash his hair, he started to get hard again. He said, "Max, if we don't stop making out; then I'm going to fuck you again." I chucked and laid my head on his shoulder which he shrugged off to wash his hair. I left him to shampoo his hair and went back to my room. Roommate was there, but I busied myself getting ready for the party. Jeans tight, but not too tight and an AE shirt that was a bit sporty and showed off my chest and arms. Oh, and small briefs. I know Jason liked how they hugged my ass. I kept thinking about Jason and how intimate we just were in the shower. I thought maybe he is gay, like me, but just having difficulty coming to terms with it. Maybe the girls were just a front. I mean, dang, that fuck was good and probably the best make out session I'd had since Eli (no offense to Steve). Jason knocked on the door. He was in an A&F button down shirt, loose, and khakis. He looked hot! We walked over to the party and it was at a house right near the closest bar to campus - The Boot. I'd spent a few nights drinking at the Boot already since getting to campus and it was mostly a college dive. As we got closer to the party, I was paying less attention to what Jason was saying and more attention to my thoughts. I was thinking how nice it'd be if Jason and I dated. He could come out in his own time. I was smiling while thinking about it. The fraternity house was two stories, stairs outside, and the douches had parked an old fire truck in their front yard. I immediately questioned why I was there - fraternities were racist, anti-Semitic, misogynistic, rich boy clubs. Ugh! Jason called out to a couple guys and introduced me. The guys were friendly and we went inside to get drinks. The first floor was a typical house with a fairly open floor plan and ratty furniture. The bar was at the other end and there was a band. It was their Fall bash - Rush didn't happen at Tulane until Spring so this was a "get to know you" party. We grabbed drinks and looked around. There were lots of guys and girls, incredibly diverse crowd. I was pretty surprised. I was thinking back and I don't remember any black or Latino or Asian guys wearing their letters on campus, but this party was pretty damn diverse. The brothers were all really friendly. I must've met like 30 people in about an hour. I was drinking, did shots, and got a tour of the second floor (living area with smaller rooms). We were laughing and talking and it was clear that the fraternity brothers were interested in Jason. "That's cool," I thought because Jason is cool. I was standing around and pretty buzzed by this point. I was thinking about Jason and I leaving here and going to my room to fuck tonight. It got me a little hard. Then a group of girls crashed into us, literally, and they were all over Jason and the brothers. A few of the girls were talking to me and friendly and drunk. A guy who I had made eye contact with a few times that evening joined our group too. He was popular with everyone, but also fairly quiet. I noticed he was drinking a different kind of beer than the ones served from the keg. He laughed and said, "My bad dude. I hate cheap beer. I usually put it in a cup so people don't notice it's different." He winked at me and introduced himself and said, "When I'm done would you like one instead of that swill?" I laughed and said sure. I realized he was a fraternity brother. We talked for a few minutes more and then he looked at me chugged his beer and said, "Thirsty?" I said "Sure" and we went out the back door. I thought he lived in the house, but instead of going up the back stairs we went to the side street, turned left and went into the first house. It was nice. He said, "I don't live in the fraternity house. A few brothers and I live here. It's quieter." We went to his room on the second floor and he got two beers from his fridge. He opened them and handed me one. I thought, "So this is what good beer tastes like? Disgusting." Instead of saying that, I said, "Thanks." The guy sat on his bed, which was the bottom half of a homemade bunk bed set. He patted the bed and I sat down. We chatted for a few minutes and then our fingers touched and neither one of us moved them. I thought about Jason, but the next thing I know I was kissing this guy. I was a little drunk at this point, but not intoxicated. The kiss was good. He did that for a bit and then took off his shirt. I took mine off too. I kicked off my shoes and so did he. He kissed me again and laid me down on the bed. His hands were all over me. They were insistent hands. Hands with a purpose. He undid my jeans and pulled them off. He saw my briefs and smiled. He dropped his baggy shorts and he had thin boxers underneath. We kissed more and he had my legs spread and his hips pressing on my inner thighs one minute. Another minute I was on top rubbing my brief clad ass on his barely concealed 6" cock. I thought, "Not bad, but Jason's cock is better." Then I remembered Jason and looked at the clock. I realized we'd been gone from the party under 10 minutes. I relaxed a bit and then felt that the cock was no longer barely concealed, it was out of the fly and rubbing on my ass. He lowered my briefs in the back and rubbed his cock on my ass crack. The movement of the briefs constrained my cock, so I took them off. He said, "Fuck yeah dude." Flipped me onto my stomach, kicked off his boxers, spit into his hand and started rubbing his cock on my ass. His cock was pushing at my hole. It slipped in a bit because I had already been fucked by Jason's monster earlier. I stopped the guy and said, "Do you have a condom?" He said, "Yeah dude, but I'm clean. Are you?" I said I was. He went to push in more and I said, "No really, let's use a condom." He kissed me on the back of my neck and said sure. He got up and went to his desk and got a condom and lube. I went over with him, said thank you, got on my knees and started sucking him off to keep him hard as he opened the condom. I stood up. He bent me over the desk. I looked back as he put the condom on. He lubed up and then stuck a couple of fingers in my ass with lube on them. I'm not sure if he noticed Jason's cum or how easily I took his fingers. Next thing I know, he jabbed his dick inside me in one motion. Holy crap that hurt. I winced and he knocked the breath out of me. I told him to let me adjust. He apologized and waited. When the pain subsided, I felt him fucking me and there was a lot of friction where his cock met my ass. The pain was gone, but this was uncomfortable. I leaned back into him and he put his chest on my back. He held my head up to kiss me. This felt nice. Condoms weren't so bad. The dude picked up his pace and started fucking me harder. His average dick and our position had him hitting something inside me that made me feel good. He grabbed my dick and stroked it and said, "Do you like me fucking you?" I moaned yes. I was grunting. He was fucking me faster. He said, "You like my cock in you bitch?" I grunted and moaned yes again. He said, "Glad you are liking it because I can't feel anything." I thought how the fuck is that possible. His cock is in my ass and it feels really good. All I can do is feel him. He started complaining about the condom. I ignored him. I had just met him 30 minutes ago, or less, and I was not going to let him fuck me without a condom. I didn't know this dude. He started sliding out and jamming back in. Wow! He was really going to town. I laid my chest flat on his desk and pushed back to meet his thrusts. His cock was opening me up more. I could feel him push back inside each time. I was now really opening up for his cock. He pulled out and jammed in a few more times and I was moaning like a whore and telling him how good his cock felt inside me. He pulled out again and I saw him pick up the lube and then I felt him slide back inside me. He moaned loudly for the first time. His cock felt incredible. He pulled me back up, grabbed my cock and said in my ear, "You have a great ass, slut." He grabbed me by the waist and started really fucking me. I was seeing stars. He kept hitting something inside me and it was amazing. The pressure in my balls started to build but it was the awesome ache in my ass that was keeping me from cumming. I leaned back and said, between breaths, "It's ok.......you can..........take off the condom..........Fuck me............bareback..........if you want" He said, "I already am. That's why it feels so good." And he jammed his cock inside me and blew his load in my ass. He jerked my cock and I blew my load on his desk a few seconds later. We cleaned up, got dressed, grabbed new beers and went back to the party. I was flushed and so was he. I saw Jason talking to a group of the fraternity brothers. I told the guy whose load was leaking out of my ass that I'd see him later. He smiled and said thanks. As I closed in on Jason, the music lowered a bit and I could hear his conversation. The fraternity brothers were saying how successful their party was this year. They had expanded from "fags and slags" theme to a "minorities" theme to appear more open. I stopped in shock and listened to see if I heard the drunken fraternity guys correctly. Apparently, instead of prospective pledges being asked to bring a male or female slut to sleep with a brother, the fraternity wanted to appear more accepting and asked the prospects to each bring a minority - black, Asian, Latino, fag, etc. The one guy stopped speaking when he saw me, but Jason and the other two fraternity brothers were facing away from me. One of the brothers said, "You take the cake Jay-man. You brought a fag, so you hit the minority card, and he is a slag too, getting his ass fucked right now by a brother." Jason laughed. The guy who saw me tried to stop interrupt them, but they were too drunk to sense that the guy who saw me was trying to tell them to shut up. One of them said, "How did you know Max was a fag and a slag?" Jason laughed and said, "Because I busted his ass the first week of school and he has been mine ever since." I was furious and hurt. I walked into the group, pushed in actually. Threw my beer in Jason's face. I heard one of the guys say, "Just like a bitch." And then I hit Jason in the face, punching him until he hit the floor and calling him names. People were pulling me off him. I screamed, "Whose the bitch now?" Everyone was watching us. The guy who'd just fucked me took me by the arm and led me out of the house by the back door. He made to comfort me, but I was crying by this point. Hours earlier I was thinking of how great it would be to date Jason. I pushed away from the guy who had fucked me. I looked at him and realized I didn't know his name. It didn't make feel comforted. He made me feel stupid. I had done it again. I had let my lust take over common sense. His load was leaking out of my ass. Furious at myself and wiping away tears, I turned around and left the party. I walked back onto campus. I had to pass the Boot to do so and I saw this amazing guy standing outside, drinking and laughing. I felt like everyone knew what had just happened. I put my head down, kept walking, and started crying again. I felt humiliated.....completely humiliated. I reached Newcomb Hall, a large classroom building on campus right by the Boot, and slunk down on a bench. It had to be 1am. I put my head in my hands and cried for a minute. As I was getting myself together, I heard a male voice asking if I was alright. I said yes. I felt the guy sit next to me. He said I didn't look alright. I looked at him and was stunned. It was the blonde haired, slim, attractive guy who was just laughing at the Boot. He said, "My name is Justin. What's yours?".....................

It is very clear in my mind. It was the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in high school. Since I was only 4 when I started to school (late year birthday), I would have been 14----and it was just a couple months before I turned fifteen. Long story short, it was a cousin of the same age and we were hanging out at grandparent's farm for a couple weeks before school started. We worked pretty hard during the day. But we were able to have a bit of skinny dipping fun at the farm pond after dinner. About half way through that visit, the teasing and playing seemed to become more intense. One night, just as it started getting dark, we were still nude and hanging out at on the small "dock" we had built to use for diving into the pond. We had been getting more comfortable with the time of being naked with each other. On that hot and very humid night, my cousin started sporting an erection (kind of the first time I had seen another guy hard). One think lead to another and we sucked on each other's dicks. Then, he asked if he could "put it inside me" (I remember those words very clearly). It took some effort for us to figure out what we were doing. Sill that night, I went to the house with his cum leaking from my ass. Not only was it my first time to enjoy the feel of a dick inside me, it was my first sexual experience with another person.

Interesting that over half of the votes indicated under 18. Likewise, i was just 14 when I took my first cock in the ass. It was a 30ish guy who was a customer on my paper route. He had offered me access to his porn (old times newsprint low quality) in both gay and straight varieties. Hardly even understanding what it meant to be gay/queer, i took more of the gay stuff than the straight stuff. No doubt, I was falling in love with cock before I had even touch one other than my own. He noticed and after a few weeks, he go bold enough to ask me to suck him. I did, and he repaid the favor and we started sucking each other a lot. It was only a few weeks later that he said he wanted me to feel what it was like to have a man fuck me. Without hesitation, I was soon enjoying the very first cock and knew that giving up my virgin ass was what I wanted. Once I felt that cock jammed into my virgin hole, I knew that I would always want more. And I have.

Definite #1 choice is a bathhouse - the sleazier, the better! Most of the guys are there to have sex - forget all the bullshit... and endless variety! #2 would be a dark corner or backroom at a leather bar - again, most guys are there for a reason (except for the tourists) plenty of choices, multiple loads! #3 if it's not too uppity, one of the clothing optional gay resorts (Palm Springs or Fort Lauderdale). Best time was on the second floor balcony overlooking the pool. My BF started out by fucking me. When a few guys came up to watch, he asked if they wanted to try out my hole. The guys in the pool got to watch, and they could see when the line was down to one or two guys. I think I took 24 loads that night!

I was 16, 1978, just got my drivers license and was immediately hooked on adult book stores, glory holes, theaters. I easily passed for 18 and had no trouble getting in. I was getting my cock sucked a few times a day and had starting sucking some cocks too. A guy who looked a bit older came into my booth and just turned me around and fucked me, quick few pumps and came in my ass. I didn't get fucked again til I was 35

My first experience with outdoor sex was at a beach house so we had privacy as we started to make out and fuck by the poolside. He started to get kinkier and took me to a bar to pick up a third person to join us. When we returned, he took me roughly in front of the other guy and urged the stranger to do the same. As they fucked me hard, they also lifted me and carried me around the house and the pool area and eventually took me outside as well. My best moment was when we were fucking right near the water visible from the passing boats. As I was bent in half on my back taking a stranger's cock, I heard some yelling from the boats and as I looked up to the night sky behind the stranger, I felt more at ease with letting myself take animalistic fucking from some men......

my first time getting fucked was in a restroom. i was young and shy and would go to restrooms to read the messages on the walls and jerk off. guy came in and sat in the stall next to me, and i guess he could hear me stroking my cock, because after a few minutes he reached under the stall and felt me up... and i let him, sliding off the toilet so he could have more access, feeling a rush. he went for my balls first (avoided my cock), then felt my ass up. he pulled his hand back under, but quickly returned, his fingers covered in lube... he went straight for my hole. when he saw i was not going to resist, he lubed my hole with his fingers. before i knew it, he had slid his legs under the stall wall, his hard cock between them...he pulled me over and guided me onto his cock, slid in and bred me. i was hooked after that

i was fucked by a leather daddy on the dance floor in a club called "velvet nation" in washington, dc. the club doesn't exist any more, but it was a hot fuck!! i really, really wish i had gone home with that guy. but i had to go to the bathroom (piss) really badly after we fucked. when i came back from the bathroom, he was gone. :/

I've been fingered on a dance floor, dry humped and jerked a couple of guys off (not together unfortunately) the only time I've had the chance to get fucked while dancing the guy slipped my pants down just enough to push his cock between my ass cheeks. He had pressed it against my hole when the bouncer came over and threw us both out, someone had told him how close we were getting and management ordered him to eject us. It didn't make much difference as I still ended up getting fucked by the guy, he just took me to the back of the club and fucked me against the wall where no one could see. It's still my fantasy though to get seeded while on a packed dancefloor

The ginger man left and closed the door behind him. Tom flopped over onto his back on the bed, his cock, already hard again, pointed up towards his stomach. Without really thinking about what I was doing I moved over and sat down on Tom’s beer can thick cock and began slowly riding him. “So I guess you want more then birthday boy,” Henry asked smiling. “I wanna take loads till my hole is comepletly full.” Somewhere in the back of my mind I once again shocked myself. Taking Henry’s cock had changed something in me and I needed to be fucked senseless. There was also a part of me that knew that after tonight it would be a long while before I would make it out of my parent’s house to get fucked so I had better take it while I could. “Well then,” said Tom, moving around behind me on the bed, “why don’t Tom and I get your new boycunt nice and stretched out and then take you to the sling room and tell them you’re open for business.” “That sounds amazing,” I replied. “I knew you were gonna be fun when I saw you.” Tom grabbed my by the hips and pushed me down on his cock, and Henry started to press his cock head against my already filled hole. “What are you doing!” I almost screamed. “Just relax birthday boy, you’ll love it.” I took a deep breath and Henry dribbled a big glob of spit onto his cock as he increased the pressure. Slowly I could feel my hole giving way and opening up for his cock. Then suddenly my hole gave way and Henry sank balls deep into my ass, his cock pressed against Tom’s. It was like losing my virginity all over again, I was being stretched in all new ways and I loved it. Jesus, what had taking that first cock done to me, I just wanted my hole to be stretched wide by cock all the time. I was full and yet I felt so loose it was unbelievable. Ecstasy washed over me with each deep thrust of the two thick cocks inside of me. I leaned down and kissed Tom and he twisted my nipples hard, and then I twisted around to kiss Henry who forced his tongue deep into my mouth. The two of them were building up speed hammering away harder and harder. They seemed to be competing with each other to see who could slam me the hardest and who could cum first. The cum from my first three loads sloshed out around their dueling cocks and they both worked their way towards cuming again. I felt like my hole was getting looser and loosed as they pounded away, and I started to push myself back on them dreaming of the cocks I would take in the sling room. Then Henry grabbed my shoulders and bottomed out inside of me and shot his load, this sent Tom over the edge who started cuming just seconds after Henry. Henry collapsed on top of me and I feel forward onto Tom in such a way that my face was now in his hairy sweaty pit. I took a deep breath attempting to regain composure after my last breeding and got a big whiff of Tom’s ripe pit. It was amazing, it smelled vaguely like a locker room but instead of being disgusting it was arousing. I pushed my face further into his put and started licking at the dense hair. Tom groaned and thrust his once again softening cock into my hole a few times. “You like the taste of my pits boy?” I looked up from my new favorite thing, “God yes!” “You should taste them after I work out they’re even better.” Tom fucked his quickly hardening cock into me a few more times. Henry clambered off of out pile and said, “Now don’t start breeding him again or we’ll never get the kid to the sling room.” Tom pushed his cock in as deep as it would go one more time and then relaxed allowing his dick to pop from my ass. “You ready to go to the sling room boy,” Henry asked. “Fuck yeah!” I jumped off of the bed and grabbed my towel from where it lay discarded on the floor from earlier. “Why don’t you leave that here and show off your new cummy slut cunt to all the guys on the way there, maybe even draw a bigger crowd. “ “Ok!” “Damn, the kid’s become a slut in just two hours,” Tom commented. Two hours? Was that all it had been. My life was changing fast. “Lets go get you bred stupid kid,” Henry said, opening the door and leading us out into the hallway.

I practically dove for the new comer’s crotch. He dropped his towel revealing another wonderfully thick cock, this time surrounded by bright red hair. “You said you wanted thick boy, well his cock gets nice and thick when he’s pounding a boy hole,” Henry said, patting my head as he walked over to where Tom was on the bed. “Well don’t just sit there and look at it slut,” the man said, “get it in your mouth.” I opened wide and took his semi hard cock in my mouth and started to suck. I worked up quite a good amount of spit slurping up and down the thick rod and soon it was running down my chin as I attempted to swallow his tool. The man seemed to be enjoying himself as he had his hands on the back of my head and had tossed his head back moaning. I looked up at him as I sucked, getting a stunning view of his hard toned body and the ginger fur that covered it. He had the thickest longest pit hair I had ever seen, and for some reason that made my cock pulse. I guess I was learning a lot about myself in those few hours. Tom had started whimpering from the bed behind me and I assumed that Henry was in the process of deep fucking his sweet muscular ass. “Get on the bed next to your friend,” the man commanded, “I think it’s time I breed that pussy.” I pulled off of his cock, letting the now fully hard engorged shaft spring from my mouth, and turned around to get on the bed with Tom. The whimpering I had heard from Tom was in fact caused by Henry deep dicking him. I caught a glimps of Henry’s cock slipping in and out of the jocks now stretched out ring and wondered if my own hole looked as good wrapped around a cock. “Bend over.” I did as I was told, and without any further warning the ginger’s big rough hands were on my hips and his cock head was pressing against my well seeded hole. As he began to penetrate me, stretching my hole wider then ever before with his girthy tool, I once again had a moment of shock that I was actually doing this. But, as his cockhead pressed against my prostate I gave up caring and all I wanted was for him to use my hole good. “His cock is so thick,” Tom whispered to me between moans, “I can’t wait to see what your newbie hole is like afterwards.” “Hungry for more,” I gasped as I felt pubes against my ass cheeks and the ginger man’s balls bounce against my own. “Man this is a sweet wet boy cunt,” the ginger man said, sliding in and out of my hole. He seemed to be intent on slow fucking me but I had other plans and after steeling a quick kiss from Tom I started to slam my self back on his cock. I bounced from head to root over and over again and Henry slammed into Tom like a jackhammer and the ginger man kept up a long string dirty talk about how he was going to breed Tom and me. That’s what I needed, I needed him to breed me, to dump his seed in my hole and I told him so and I milked his cock with my hole. Suddenly Henry let out a cry and collapsed on top of Tom who was moaning wildly as cum flew from his cock without him even having to touch it. This seemed to be too much for the ginger man who grabbed my hips and bottomed himself out and just held me in place as his cock twitched and jerked inside of me shooting long warm ribbons of cum into my intestines. Fuck sweat dripped from the ginger as he held his deflating cock inside of my hole like a stopper, but eventually he let his cock fall from my well used hole and stepped away from the bed. “You weren’t lying, Henry. He’s got a beautiful cunt. I’ll see you in the sling room later if you convince your boys to go.” Cum dripped from my hole down my leg.

Tom’s style was merciless, he pounded my hole with only his pleasure in mind. The head of his beer can thick cock frequently would slip from my hole and he would simply slam it back inside. I must has been screaming with joy as he opened my ass wider still using only the Henry’s cum as lube. “Man you take cock like a pro for just having your cherry popped kid,” Tom commented as he hammered away. “You like my cum filled ass?” “Jesus yes. I hope you’re ready for another load cause I’m going to fill you up.” He quickened his pace and switched from bucking long dick fucking to jack hammering his engorged tool into my now swollen and stretched sphincter. As he hammered away I could feel spurt after spurt of cum shooting deep into my intestines till at last Tom was still and he held his cock inside my hole while he caught his breath. A thin layer of sweat had formed over the man and he looked like a Greek God from where I lay. Slowly Tom slid his now soft cock out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me. He pulled my face towards him and kissed me again stuffing his tongue in my mouth. “You’re gonna be popular with a hole like that.” “I can’t believe I’ve gotten fucked twice already. I thought I would be lucky to find maybe one guy to fuck me, but two. Wow.” “You could get more,” Henry chimed in, “the night’s still young.” Henry crawled on top of me and kissed first me and then Tom before sliding down my body and lifting my legs in the air exposing my hole once again. “Damn, you really stretched out his hole with that cock of yours,” he commented to Tom and began to lick around my swollen hole. He was rewarded with a small glob of cum that I felt leak from my hole and Henry put my legs down to move up and kiss Tom with their loads still in his mouth. I watched them pass the cum back and forth between the two of them before it was returned to Henry’s mouth and he moved his way down Tom’s body. At first it looked as though he were only going to suck Tom’s cock but then he lifted Tom’s legs like he had just done mine exposing the jock’s round beautiful furry ass and dove in hungrily. Henry pushed the cum he held in his mouth into Tom’s hairy hole with his tongue and then licked his way up the boy’s taint and cock before briefly swallowing his cock hole. Henry pulled off of Tom’s cock and looked up at the now panting jock, “Man I wanna fuck you.” “God yes! But I haven’t been fucked in a long time so it’ll take some work to get your monster up my shoot.” “How about this, our young friend here will eat out your hole while I go find his next top so I can breed your sweet ass while he gets one more load before I take him to the sling room.” “Sounds like a deal,” and Tom spun around on the bed so that his hole was right in my face. “Sure,” I said staring at Tom’s tight pink pucker surrounded by dark brown hair. “Any preference on whose next kid?” “The thicker the better,” the coarseness of my own statement surprised me a little, “I liked feeling all stretched out around your cocks,” and I reached back to finger my own hole while I moved my face closer to Tom’s ass.