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Tonight I went to one of the local adult bookstores here in the Syracuse area. I was fortunate enough to get a booth with a gloryhole and within a minute someone had entered the neighboring booth. I was eager to see what would come through the hole and behold out came a nice somewhat skinny 7.5" cut cock. My lips were wrapped around it in a heartbeat. After about two minutes of sucking the stranger's cock, he pulled back through and asked if he could fuck me. I lubed my hole with spit , pressed my ass right up against the glory hole as I hit the poppers. Unfortunately, he fucked me for only a short time before blowing his load up my ass. I struck out the rest of the night, but will return for more.

Goals for 2017: 1) more cocks, cum, and yes...juicy holes. 2) take as many loads as possible. 3) get pozzed. 4) work up to taking a fist. 5) there have been a lot of hot stories on here that I have read and loved. So, perhaps I can give something back to this community and the authors that have given me so much-by writing a few of my own stories. We'll see what I can do with my perverTed taboo mind! ? and finally... 6) get pozzed. Oh wait, I wrote that already. That must be because it IS MY BIG HOPE that on 2017, my "neg status," will be a thing of the past!

Thursday cont… Panting there my eyes dazed, my cock straining and leaking precum I heard my office door again and panicked. Turning quickly I saw the janitor was back and had brought more of the night cleaning crew. I started to stutter an explanation but the first guy shook his head know and held a finger to his lips. He walked to my desk and grabbed my cellphone and dialed number. He knelt down and held the phone to my ear, staring me directly in my eyes. The Voice was back, soothing, telling me what to do and not to worry. A bottle off poppers was held to my nose and I inhaled while listening to the voice. 1 hit, 2, ,3, 4, 5, 6, the phone was turned off and I got to my feet and faced the 3 new men. Each now stood there naked, their cocks rampant and dripping. I walked to the first man and lifted his arm. I quickly buried my face in his sweaty pits. My tongue lapping the sweat and cleaning his dense furry trench, marking my face with his smell. Once cleaning I moved to the other side repeating the gesture. He then turned around and present his ass. My ace dove in licking and nibbling. Making his hole wet, tongue fucking that furry fucker. I heard a snapping of fingers and removed myself from his ass. Moving onto the next guy and repeating the process. Each time cleaning and licking and nibbling. My cock dripping and wetting the entire front of my jock strap. After the third guy I turned to the first and he smiled and nodded. All 4 men got dressed and left. I could still smell them on me. Once again I got dressed and before leaving chugged my last bottle of water. I needed to get home and ride my dildo I was so fucking horny I needed my ass filled and I wanted it badly. With my hand on the doorknob about to step out a thought occurred. I dropped my pants, reached in my bag and grabbed the bottle. I tried pushing it in but it just wasn’t working, all it did was make me groan and sweat. In a last ditch effort I pulled my pants back up and went out into the hall. I found the janitor that takes care of my office. Looking in his eyes I simply said “ Please” and gave him the bottle. He smiled and I turned around, he reached into his cart and pulled out lube and jammed the bottle home. Making me feel whole and happy. I pulled up and left. The ride home took forever. Another six pack of water waiting for me on the doorstep as I rushed in…..

Happy New Year fukkers! Get out there and do your duty, breeding and converting as if each bottom was the last hole on earth. The Brotherhood will be proud of you.

Serves him right. I bet at the audition he was all cocky acting the big man, until two bigger men showed him what he really is. I liked it, was fun to see him realise, that porn probably wasn't for him

slamming, no-meds pigslut

Well, boyz, a new Year is upon us. To all on here, let's have more happy barebacking adventures than last year in this New Year!! Now on to my post... On New Year's Eve I spent the first part of the evening with my gay friends for dinner and drinks. We lifted up our champagne glasses and wished each other "HAPPY NEW YEAR!"... I left my friends about 12:30 AM and walked one block over to Steamworks Toronto. My car was already parked on a municipal parking lot which is always well lit. No worries there. At Steamworks Toronto I had to wait about 15 minutes to get a standard room. There were plenty of guys there wanting sex in one form or another. I didn't want to change into my jockstrap and have to move my clothes over. Better wait the extra minutes and take off my clothes and coat once. As I waiting I went raw into two fuckbuds from the bb orgies I've attended. The one younger otter (he's a hairy one, a bottom as well) invited me to his giant room when I was settled in and with clothes on. I did visit his room. He sucked me for a bit, and I said that I would return later. Funny that while I had had only three glasses of red wine, the wine turned me back into a bottom, and having had lots of experience bottoming, I lubed my hole well and off I went in search of raw dick. To make a long story short, I took one guy's load up my ass while on the bench/horse. My hole seemed dry but he used his spit to make it more wet. It did the trick. Then I went to the far darkroom, saw another guy bent over and decided to do the same. Well, in a mater of minutes the raw army arrived. Both of us were fucked good!! Can't remember how many guys unloaded in me. After the fucking, I stayed in the darkroom to take four loads in my mouth. One guy there said "sweet" after the guys came in my mouth. In my funny mood, I told guy the cum actually tasted "...salty, but real good." So all in all, it felt like a CumUnion night. Still, some guys were still asking for condoms, other guys pushed my hand away when I was trying to feel their asses. Why go to a darkroom if you don't like men touching you?? The four other bb orgies are far superior than New's Eve/Day at Steamworks Toronto. At these bb orgies, there are no worries. No one looks at your body shape or age! Guys are there because sex should be raw and natural. Steamworks Toronto is too prim and proper. I love the piggy side of me. I hope to see my fuckbuds next Sunday from 4 to 10 PM!! Oh did I forget to mention that I did poke guys' asses to see if they were lubed. And I also rimmed a whole lot of of young ass. Another first: I left there at 7:30 AM, stopped in for a coffee in order to be able to write this down now. Time to catch up on sleep. Enjoy reading this post and earlier posts! Read1

Is this it bro ? https://www.boyfriendtv.com/videos/166346/blakes-ordeal/

Here is my first status post both on the new site format and of the new year! Hoping to take as many raw and toxic poz cocks up my chemmed-up fuck hole as possible this year! Let's get the parTy started, fuckers (and fuckees)! >;)

Why rush? Get comfortable being naked. Scope out and be scoped out. If you see someone you want to fuck ("as opposed to willing ass and dick, so why not"), take a moment to get acquainted via kissing, foreplay, or talking. Then go ahead. First and foremost, you're there to enjoy yourself, entertaining everyone else is secondary. Just you and your partner(s) at that moment. I've been fucking with over a dozen guys watching, I know they're there, but I'm not thinking about them or looking at them. In fact, some of the most intimate sex I've had has been with an audience. Lock in with your partner and with your pleasure. If you're into it, the audience will be. Applies to porn, applies to writers, to performers, on and on. Either take your Adderall (or whatever) or don't. But again, sex should not be a high pressure anxiety activity. Take some deep breaths, focus on your body and his body, and be in the moment.

2016 went out with a BBC BANG as had triple digits of big black cock the last 5 days of the year, including on Thursday when 3 BBC fuck buddies all came through back-to-back and dropped 5 loads of nutt and 2 bladders of piss - woof! 2017 on track already as at 3:01 a.m. got text from BBC asking me if I was up - he was horny, came through, slammed rough and hard and dropped a nutt and on his way out the door said, "May come back later after I crash a bit." He fucks rough and hole is throbbing and my New Year's resolution of 'taking as much raw BBC as I can' is off to a good start.

If I bring a friend. Will you poz her too?

Post a link please ! My dick is hard now ...

when your straight bud knows all you want for New Year's is a load so he lets you blow him in the bathroom at the party.... #friendshipgoals

I think it's also a compliment to the top when you don't get hard and don't touch your dick. It means you are so entranced by the feeling of the cock in your pussy that your mind has wondered from your dick completely and thus has lost its erection. Also adds to the submissiveness; like you couldn't be top anyway because of your soft little dick..

Who's wants to bring in the New Year with poz cock?

Went to Cumunion this past Wed night and got fucked and filled by 10 guys. As usual, I just wore a jockstrap and collar, had few drinks before arriving, pre-lubed my slut hole and got poppered up. I walked around for a little bit then headed to the dark room and got on the fuck bench. Wasn't long before guys started fucking my pussy and pumping their hot loads in my cum dump ass. Ended up with 10 loads probably most being poz loads. After leaving, I stopped by my regular bar which was having a blackout pig dance. I went back to the dark room there and ended up taking another 4 loads in my cum filled ass.

Part 3 I carried on cruising for sex in public toilets throughout my second year and enjoyed every minute of it. I had started off being careful - mindful of the fact that people got arrested for what I was doing. As time went by, however, I paid less and less attention to the risks and began to take more and more chances. One afternoon I was in a toilet I had discovered over in the south side of Glasgow. The toilet block was just outside a park, set back a little from the main road. I had discovered it a few weeks before and had had some horny fun in there. That afternoon I was feeling good - I had just finished sitting exams and was ready for some fun. I was also feeling very horny. Nothing happened for a while and then a dark haired stocky guy came in. We cruised each other and soon we were wanking together at the urinals. We ended up in a cubicle together and I wasted no time getting his big cock in my mouth. He had a nice big hairy cock and also a hairy arse, which he let me lick for a while before he bent me over the toilet and fucked me hard and fast, depositing a big load of cum right up my arse. I was feeling on top of the world as I pulled my pants up and followed him out of the cubicle. Exams were over and I had just enjoyed a very horny fuck. I washed my hands at the sink and followed the guy who had just fucked me round corner to leave the toilet, only to find the way barred by two police officers - one male, one female. There then followed the most uncomfortable and humiliating ten minutes of my life. The police officers pulled us out of the toilet and made us stand just outside in full view of everyone passing by as they began to question us. I was totally shitting myself - I was convinced my life was over. Fortunately the other guy had more presence of mind and he stood up to their questions. They asked us what we had been doing in the toilet and he said confidently "Having a piss". They looked at me "Err..yeah...me too." I muttered. "You were in there a long time?" said the male police officer. "I had to take a dump" said the other guy. "Err...yeah....me too" I muttered, conscious of the stares of people passing by and wishing the ground would swallow me up. I realised, however, that they had probably just got there and were just fishing with their questions- they didn't actually know we had been in the cubicle together - otherwise they would have arrested both of us. The female office was okay but the male was a total cunt. They questioned us for a bit longer, but I was feeling a bit more confident now and neither of us admitted to anything. In the end they let us go with a warning and I have never been so relieved in my life. I was a lot more careful after that - and I never went back to that toilet or even to that part of the city again. At the end of my second year I got the chance to go and study in Germany for three months. I spoke German well and was really looking forward to spending some time there and really getting to speak the language. I could only afford a really cheap student ticket and it meant taking the night train from Glasgow to London and then the boat train, the ferry to Holland and another train into Germany. I didn't care though and set off in high spirits. I arrived in London at about 6:00 AM and travelled on the underground to Liverpool Street station where I was to get the boat train. I had never been to London and a few hours to spare so I had some breakfast in a café and set off to explore the area around the station. After a while I came to a public toilet - it was one of the old fashioned Victorian underground toilets that used to be common in London. I didn't hesitate. One of the guards on the train had eyed me up and shortly before the train reached Euston I had followed him into the toilet and sucked him off, ending up with a nice big mouthful of cum. I hadn't cum myself though and I was feeling very horny as I went quietly down the steps into the toilet. At the bottom of the steps I almost collided with a an old guy who was standing at the bottom of the stairs. I realised almost at once that he was keeping watch at the foot of the stairs and sure enough two other guys were standing at the urinals next to each other - a dark haired guy who looked to be in his thirties and a young black lad. I took my place a few urinals away from them and quickly took a piss. When I had finished they were both still there and it was not too long before the dark haired guy flashed his cock at me. I showed him mine and it was game on. Soon I was standing next to them as we all showed our cocks and began to wank. I bent over and began to suck the dark haired guy as he reached down the back of my jeans and began to finger my arse. I now had a good look at the cock the young black lad was wanking - it was big! I so wanted it in my mouth and, if possible, up my arse. Soon I was sucking the black lad as the dark haired guy unzipped my trousers and pulled them down along with my pants. I bent over and spread my legs, hoping he would get the message. He did - and soon I was lubed up and he was pushing his cock up me. Once again I was being fucked in a dirty public toilet - pants down in the middle of the urinal area - the dark haired guy's cock up my arse and the black guy's cock in my mouth. We couldn't be seen by anyone coming down the stairs as we were round the corner and I knew that the old guy was still keeping watch but I knew that we would have to be quick and I was really hoping that the black lad would fuck me too. I clenched my arse tightly on the dark haired guy's cock and told him to fuck me hard and he did. He gave me a really good hard fuck and shot his load up me quite quickly. When he pulled out I turned round and offered my arse to the black guy. He hesitated and the dark haired guy said "Go on, fuck him." I had never been fucked by a black guy before and I was really turned on as, after a further short hesitation, he pushed his big cock slowly up my arse. His cock was so big I had trouble getting it up me even though I had just been fucked and the dark haired guy pulled my cheeks apart and helped guide the black guy's cock up my arse. It was one of the horniest fucks I have ever had and I loved every minute of it. The dark haired guy was urging him on, telling him to fuck me harder and cum in my arse. I don't think I had ever been fucked so hard and fast and I actually started to piss a little as the black lad began to fuck me even harder. I could tell he was getting close and after a while he groaned and shot his load right up my arse. I felt as if my arse was gaping as he pulled out, stuffed his cock back in his pants and disappeared up the stairs and out of the toilet, closely followed by the dark haired guy. I straightened up, panting and sweating, and wiped my forehead with my T shirt. I had just pulled up my pants when I saw the old guy who had been keeping watch coming towards me. He indicated to me to bend over and I realised he wanted to fuck me too! I had always enjoyed letting older guys use me in public toilets but this guy must have been well into his seventies and I had never been with anyone as old as this. He was not very attractive - unshaven with white, straggly hair and I was just thinking how the fuck do I get out of this when I saw his cock. It was almost as big as the black lad's! I had not cum yet and I was still horny so I pulled my pants down again and bent over against the urinal. He was up me in seconds. He fucked me really well and I was really turned on by the thought that I was now being fucked by some old guy with no one keeping watch. I knew he was getting close and I wanked myself off as he fucked me, shooting my load into the urinal as the old guy shot his cum up me. He pulled out, told me I was a dirty cunt and left. I knew I had been stupid letting someone fuck me in the open area, especially after my brush with the law a few months earlier, but I had got away with it and I loved the fact that I had taken three loads up my arse on my first morning in London. I enjoyed every minute of my three months in Hamburg and made some friends who have stayed friends to this day. I didn't find any active public toilets at first but this didn't matter too much as I was being fucked regularly by a married guy I met at a reception for foreign students. About six weeks into my time at the university I went to an extra seminar in a building on a different part of the campus. When the seminar was over I needed to pee and went in search of the toilets. I followed the signs down into the basement of the building and walked for ages before I found some toilets right at the end of a deserted corridor miles from anywhere. As soon as I went in I could tell it was active. Two guys were standing at the urinal and had obviously stepped apart only as I entered the room. Two of the four cubicles were occupied and I went in to the next one. Almost at once I saw a glory hole, covered with toilet paper. I quickly took a piss and the pulled my trousers and pants down and sat on the toilet. There was no sound for a while and then I heard the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from next door. I waited a while and then gently removed the paper and looked through the hole. To my surprise, a guy was squatting down with his back against the wall of the cubicle next door, his pants and trousers at his ankles and as I looked down and saw the gap between the cubicle wall and the floor I saw another pair of legs right behind him and I realised he was being fucked under the stall. He was quite a fit guy - dark haired, slim with glasses. He looked up at me and I grinned. He grinned back at me and began to fuck himself more obviously on the cock that was sticking up under the partition wall. He motioned to me to stick my cock through the hole and I did and soon I was being sucked as the guy in the other stall continued to fuck him up the arse. After a while I heard noises which indicated that the guy doing the fucking was coming and sure enough the other guy stopped sucking me and stood up. I looked through the hole just in time to see a big spunky cock being pulled back through under the stall. Just then the guy with the glasses looked through at me. I was just about to push my cock through the hole when he turned his back to me and bent over, pulling his cheeks apart. It was one of the horniest things I had ever seen as he pushed and I saw a lot of cum slide out his arse and down his balls. He pushed some more soon the cum was running down his legs. I don't know how many loads he had up there, clearly more than just one, but watching him push it out was such a turn on. He pushed some more cum out his arse and then backed up to the glory hole. I was up him in seconds and I fucked him hard and fast, shooting what felt like a massive load of cum up him after just ten or twelve thrusts. I went back to that toilet quite a few times and had some more good experiences in there - but none quite as horny as that first one. Part 4 to follow

A buddy who works at the baths collects used condoms, adds the contents to his lube bottle and brings it to sex parties. We've all taken hundreds of loads this way.

Part 2 I was growing in confidence now and as the months went by I found many more active public toilets and I had no hesitation in joining in whenever I got the chance. Lots of wanking and sucking went on in those toilets and a surprising amount of fucking. I was much more of a bottom in those days and enjoyed nothing more than letting older guys use me in public toilets. As well as wanking and sucking, I would often bend over and let guys fuck me and cum in my arse. I found a really active toilet near the university which was always busy early in the morning with guys going to work and students on the way in to university. I had some really good times in there and would often sit in my lectures with at least one load up my arse. One morning an older guy fucked me in one of the cubicles and as he was getting close to coming I looked up and saw a geeky looking young lad with glasses on, about the same age as me and obviously a student, looking over from the next cubicle. I grinned up at him and he grinned back. When the guy shot his load up me and left the cubicle I motioned to the geeky guy to join me. He hesitated but then I heard him climbing down off the toilet and he was soon in the cubicle with me. He had a surprisingly big cock and I sucked him for a while and then bent over again and soon I was taking my second load of the day as geeky boy shot his load right up me. One or both of them must have shot a particularly big load up me that day because I had to excuse myself from a tutorial half way through the morning to push the loads out! Of course there were many times when nothing much interesting happened and some occasions when nothing happened at all but being young and up for it I had many very horny experiences and enjoyed nothing more than coming across another good active public toilet. I also sometimes saw lads I knew from uni in the toilets, fucking and sucking, and not always the ones I would have thought would be into other guys. One day I was in a toilet in the south side of the city and I saw a lad I went to school with. Paul was a few years older than me and I had always fancied him. He was good looking, good at sport and always popular with the girls. I used to see him around when I went home to visit my family and I knew he was working in his father's company and was due to get married soon. I had seen him quite recently when I was visiting my family and had admired once again his fit arse, which really filled out his trousers. I was quite shocked to see him in the toilet that day. He was down on his knees surrounded by three guys and was taking it in turns to suck their cocks. He had his cock out wanking as he sucked the guys off and as I watched from a discreet distance I got my own cock out and began to wank. I had never imagined seeing Paul in such a horny scene but it was about to get even better. One of the guys came in Pauls's mouth and left and the younger of the two remaining guys pulled him up to his feet. Paul pulled his pants right down and bent over, continuing to suck the other guy as the guy who had pulled him up stood behind him. Paul must have been lubed (or already been fucked) because the guy was able to push his cock right up him. He began to fuck as Paul continued to suck the other guy and I watched and wanked until one guy came in Paul's mouth as the other spunked up his fit arse. I never saw Paul cruising again and I often wondered if he continued to take cock in his mouth and his arse after he got married and had children. About once a month I would visit one of my aunts who lived on the other side of the city for lunch on Sunday. I would normally take the train but one Sunday the trains weren't running so I took a bus. I was feeling particularly horny that day as I had been sitting exams during the previous two weeks and had not had much time for anything but studying. I looked out the window of the bus as it wound its way up a hill beside a park. Through the trees I could see what was obviously a public toilet set well back from the entrance of the park and as the bus passed I saw what looked like quite a fit looking guy coming out of it..... I was really horny and just in the mood to suck some cock so I decided to check it out on the way home. I had lunch at my aunts and answered all the usual questions. I assured her that I was studying hard (which I was) and that I was behaving like a good Christian boy (which I wasn't!). A couple of hours later I was in the park and making my way towards the toilet. I went in and I knew straight away that it was active. There was graffiti on the walls, a small urinal and two cubicles, both of which were occupied. I had entered the toilet very quietly and as I stood still for a moment I could hear sounds coming from the cubicles which sounded suspiciously like two guys fucking. I went back outside and sat on a bench a little way away from the toilet, watching some lads who looked to be in their late teens and early twenties playing football in the distance and feeling even hornier. After a while a stocky, dark haired guy came out the toilet and walked off down the hill. I waited a little while and then made my way in to the toilet. One of the cubicles was now empty and I went in and closed the door. The first thing I saw was a perfectly sized glory hole in the wall between the cubicles. I pulled down my trousers and pants and sat down on the toilet. I waited a minute or two and then looked through the hole. A guy was sitting on the toilet. pants down, playing with his cock. He looked through at me and I saw he was just a few years older than me, nice looking, slim, with glasses. He smiled and I smiled back and he motioned to me to put my cock through the hole. I didn't hesitate - I stood up and pushed my already hard cock through the hole into his mouth. It was just what I needed and he sucked me so well I soon felt like I was going to cum. I didn't want to cum too soon so I pulled out and motioned to him to put his cock through. He had quite a big cock and I sucked him for a while before he pulled back and motioned to me to put my cock through again. He sucked me for a while and then I felt him take hold of my cock. He wanked me a few times and then I felt a different sensation. I knew exactly what he had done - he had backed his arse on to my cock and I was now fucking him through the glory hole. His hole was surprisingly tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I lasted much longer than I thought I would but I had not come for quite a few days and it was not too long before the inevitable happened and I shot what felt like a huge load right up his arse. After a while I pulled my cock out his arse and looked through at him. He grinned and gave me the thumbs up sign. I was a bit drained now but still feeling horny and I thought I could probably shoot another load so I decided to go back and sit on the bench for a while and see what happened. The lad I had just fucked didn't come out the toilet and after a while I saw the lads who had been playing football start to pack up and move towards the park gates. A little later one of the lads came back and made his way to the toilet. He passed quite close to me - he was fit, dark haired quite slim, wearing light blue jeans and a green and white football top. I saw him look around before he entered the toilet and I was fairly sure he wasn't going in there just for a piss..... I waited a while and sure enough he didn't reappear so I got up and walked quietly into the toilet. Once again, both cubicle doors were closed and once again I could hear the unmistakeable sound of two guys trying to fuck quietly. I noticed there was a gap between the cubicle doors and the floor of the toilet. I was horny again and had a quick look outside to make sure no one was coming and then I got down to look under the cubicle door. As I thought, I saw two pairs of feet both pointing in the same direction but to my surprise I realised it was the football lad who was backed up to the glory hole, his jeans and pants at his ankles. I could hear the fucking now and I could see the shadow of the other guy starting to fuck harder. I moved round to the urinal and got my cock out, wanking as I pictured the fit football lad being fucked up the arse by the other lad's big thick cock and I guessed from the sounds I could hear that the guy doing the fucking was getting close. I heard him cum noisily and after a minute or two the cubicle door opened and he came out. He left the toilet quickly without looking round and I stayed at the urinal for a while to see if football lad would come out. He didn't, so I wasted no time in going into the other cubicle. Nothing happened for a while and then I saw football lad look through the hole. I leaned back and showed him my cock and he motioned to me to put it through. He started sucking me and just as I was thinking it doesn't get much better than this he pulled his mouth off my cock. I looked through the hole and he was turning to push his arse towards the hole, pulling his arse cheeks apart to show his hairy arse hole. I pushed my finger up him and found that he was well lubed - presumably with the other guy's cum. I slid up him easily and fucked him hard and fast and it was not long before I was shooting my second load of the day right up his fit, hairy arsehole. I returned to that toilet quite a few times and had a few good experiences, though none as horny as that first one. One time I was in there it was very quiet and nothing was happening. I was on the point of giving up and was just washing my hands at the sink before leaving when a guy came in to the toilet and stood at the urinal. I heard him taking a piss and as he did so he turned his head round to look at me. I was a bit nervous - he looked quite tough - he had a skinhead and a scar on his cheek and I thought for a minute I might be in trouble. Then he turns a little towards me and I saw his hard cock. He stroked it a few times and then motioned to me to join him at the urinal. I was still a bit unsure but I moved in next to him. He took hold of my hand and placed it on his cock. I started to wank him and then he put his hand on the back of my head and gently pushed me down towards his cock. I started sucking him and he groaned. After a while he stopped me. "Not here" he said and motioned to me to follow him as he left the toilet. I was horny so I followed him out of the toilet and through the park. He didn't say much as we walked out of the park and across the road into a run down council estate which I knew had a bit of a reputation. A little later we were in his rather bare flat and he had his cock out again. I went down and started to suck him and he sighed. He took hold of my head as he pushed his cock into my mouth but he was surprisingly gentle with me and he moaned as I sucked his cock. "Lick my balls" he said and he sighed again as I licked his big, hairy balls. I went back to sucking him and after a while I heard the door open and another guy came in. "Don't stop", said the guy I was sucking as the other guy came towards us. "This is my mate," he said "Do you want to make him feel good too?" I looked at the mate and thought 'Fuck yeah!' He was well fit -much younger, about 18 or 19, with a shock of blond hair and a cheeky grin - he looked just like a lad at uni I had always fancied. I nodded. "Good boy" said the guy I was sucking. I really liked this guy and I knew somehow that, tough as he was, I wasn't going to come to any harm. Soon the young blond had his cock out and I was taking turns sucking them both. After a while, the guy with the scar pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned round. He bent over the arm of the settee. "Lick my arse" he said. I hesitated. I had never rimmed anyone before, although I had had it done to me a couple of times and really enjoyed it. "Come on, " he said, "Lick my fuckin' arse." I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue tentatively into his arse. It was clean and fresh and I slowly started licking him. He moaned and soon I was licking his hole and pushing my tongue right into his arse and loving every minute of it. After a while he straightened up. "Now him," he said, pointing at the young lad. The blond lad pulled his pants down and bent over and soon my tongue was deep in his hole. His hole was not as fresh as the other guy's -in fact it was definitely quite funky, but I didn't really care. The other guy was fingering my arse now and rubbing some lube into it and soon my pants and trousers were off and I was kneeling on the settee in just my socks and T shirt as the guy with the scar pushed his cock slowly up my arse. He fucked me for a while and then pulled out and the blond lad took over. I was in heaven - not one but two fit guys using my arse They took turns on me for a while and then the guy with the scar began to fuck me really hard and I knew he was close to coming. He put his arms round my waist and pulled me really tight to him as he pushed his cock right up me and held it there as he pumped his load up me. He stayed up me for a moment or two and then pulled out. The blond lad pushed his cock up me and after just ten or twelve thrusts, he added his load to his mate's. It was one of the best and horniest experiences I ever had and I remember it like it was yesterday. One hot summer night not long after that encounter I had been at a student party with some friends in the university area of the city. I had been drinking heavily and when I left the party I decided to go for a walk and take a trip to a toilet nearby that I knew was open all night. I was pretty drunk when I got there and I don't really remember that much - but when I went in an older guy was standing at the urinal. Soon I was sucking him off and the next thing I remember he was fucking me up against the urinal. I was so drunk I didn't care that we were out in the open and when a second guy came in I let him fuck me too... When they left I decided to have a little rest and I sat down against the wall in front of the end urinal. I didn't really remember much about what happened after that when I woke up some time later but I knew at least one more guy had fucked me. I knew this because my pants and trousers were at my ankles and when I reached round and felt my arse, I could feel cum running down my legs and I vaguely remembered that more than one guy had fucked me after the first two had gone. I was also lying in a pool of piss and at first I thought I was so drunk I had pissed my pants. Then I realised from the state of my clothes that someone must have taken a piss on me. I didn't know if it was one of the guys who fucked me or just some random guy that had come in, seen me slumped by the urinal and just taken a piss on me. I managed to get myself home and woke up the next morning, hung over but none the worse for my experience. I was, however, starting to take more and more risks and I was lucky on a few occasions that nothing bad happened to me. Of course, there were other risks associated with cruising for sex in public toilets and, truth to tell, I had become rather careless of those risks. Then one afternoon I got a shock..... Part 3 to follow

My name is Charlie, and I am a recovering addict. Almost 10 years ago, I got involved with some guys in California who got me hooked on meth, used me for a few months, and then basically left me for dead. I survived. Well, part of me did. Sometimes I think its the part of me that should have died. I hadn't done tina in almost 10 years, though, like a bad addict, I would still look at chem porn, and read sleazy, chem-filled stories on sites like this one, on bugshare, on NKP. I got off over and over again to stories of guys getting fucked up, whether it be by their choice or not, and getting used like the sluts most gay men are. I got off on stories about pozzing, stealthing (chems and poz), zoo, you name it. I was a secret (or not so secret, I don't know) pervert, but I hadn't relapsed. That was until recently. See there was this guy that I had talked to over those almost 10 years, from the time I was in California through the time that I moved to Boston. For most of this time, he didn't know that I was in recovery, that I really shouldn't be talking about how much I would love to be between his hairy thighs while he spun his pipe and blew clouds over me. This guy was my kind of pig. Tall, about 6 foot or a little more, and bearish - both furry, and with a belly. But best of all, he was a pig, and made no bones about it. Well, he may have made a few bones, if you catch my drift. His name was Pat, and he was local to me in Boston, only a few miles away, but as anyone who lives in a metro area knows, 6 miles can be a very long way to go for cock. Pat was into leather harnesses and slings, piss play and fist, sweat, spit and anon sex. All of that made me hot. What made me hotter was that he didn't care about his status for most of the 10 years that we were chatting and camming. He didn't care about his status until he tested positive for HIV in 2015, after which point he started to care more about what his partner's status was. See, once he converted, he began to like gifting and stealthing guys. So he would tell some guys that he was undetectable, or just not talk about status with them when they would party with him. But he and I would talk about it. I was still neg, and had been something of a passive chaser for most of my sexually active years. It was all fantasy to me - granted a hot fantasy that got me off time and again, but still a fantasy. I let undetectable guys breed me, and didn't ask status for a lot of the guys that used my holes, but still tested neg in 2016. I had been cautious about talking to Pat after moving to the Boston area, as I hadn't wanted to break my sobriety and relapse, although every day dirty fantasies would flit through my head, where I would go, and someone would slip a booty bump up my hole, and by the time I realized what it was, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it but beg for more dick. Then I did something that would change my life completely, and free me from the fantasy Hell I had been trapped in. I told Pat about some of these fantasies, especially ones where I would be kidnapped and forced to do chems and take cock for days. When I was young, there was no real worry about a guy finding your address if you didn't want him to - it was too much effort for most people to go through, and besides, shit like that only happens to other people, right? Well, since there has been such an upsurge of technology that utilizes a phone's GPS for the purposes of finding ass, it has become easier to triangulate someone's location based on these applications. Guess what? It didn't happen to someone else. It happened to me. And I couldn't be happier. You see, a few weeks ago, Pat and I were talking on Scruff, and I noticed that he was only about a half mile from me. This was closer than his usual 6 miles or so of distance, so I asked what he was up to. "Running an errand, had to come down to your neck of the woods to grab something," he said, and I thought no more of it. I was outside, having a clove in my garage to stay out of the wind, when a car pulled into my empty driveway. This was a black sedan, unremarkable in its make and model - probably a Camry, there are like a billion of those. In the driver's seat was someone I recognized, Pat. He pulled all the way down the drive, not trapping me, but there were few places that I could go to get away. And believe me, I wanted to get away. I knew that something was going to happen, I just felt nervous all of a sudden. "Hey Charlie! I was in the neighborhood, and decided to drop by to see you, since we have been talking these 10 years and haven't met yet." His voice was as sexy as I remembered, medium timbered but clear and resonant. All I could think of were the videos he'd sent me of him being a verbal, nasty top with piggy bottoms. The vids that I had jacked to countless times. "Oh, hi, glad to finally meet you in person!" I stammered in response, nervous as all Hell. He came to me and wrapped me in a big bear hug, and I could hear him sniffing at my neck as he hugged me. So here I am, being hugged by this guy that I think is both sexy and dangerous as fuck, and dammit if my dick doesn't start to chub. He can feel it, since even though he was around 6 foot tall, I was about 6'4", so my crotch was pressed against his stomach. I could smell the sweat on him, if I bothered to pay attention, and that was driving me up the wall too. Pat's arms were around my back, and even though he was holding me tight still, I could feel his hands moving lower, rubbing my lower back, and then my ass. I couldn't help it, I moaned softly. He let me go and stood back, peering into my face. "Please tell me you aren't busy right now," he whispered seductively into my ear, his scruff tickling my neck and jaw. "Now that I have seen you in person, I'm thinking I'm going to have to feed you my hog right here." His hog, that was what he has always called his admittedly ample fuck stick. About 8.5x6 uncut inches, getting thicker towards the base after a head that was great for popping holes open to stretch for his thick shaft. I'd seen it plenty, in various states of hardness, and I knew that I wanted that cock, that I had wanted that cock for close to 10 years. I didn't care that he was admittedly poz, not on meds, and wanted to get me to relapse. None of that mattered, now that I could feel his bulge growing against my hip. I sighed, knowing that I was being stupid, but not caring. Knowing that even if it was stupid, I would regret for my entire life not taking the offer that was on the table - getting to play with this guy that I had been into for a long time. "Not so busy that I don't have some time to finally get to know you, Pat. It's been too long that we have been dancing around this." I could feel my face heating up, turning red. "Good, because I want to make you my pig. You aren't cleaned up by any chance are you?" I shook my head, having not planned on meeting up with anyone, let alone someone I had had a dangerous crush on for years. He smiled and said "Well, I have a lot of time, and you are going to go inside, get rinsed up - only inside, mind! And then I'm going to bring you back to my place." I stubbed my clove out, and told him to follow me inside where I could get ready for him. I did the usual thing to clean up for a good long fuck, cleaning as deeply and as quickly as I could. When I came out of the bathroom, Pat was on the couch, looking at his phone, grinning. He looked at me and said, so you think you're ready for this hog?" He grabbed his crotch and moved his half hard dick around in his pants. The thirst was strong, and I nodded. "Ok then," he said, "grab some lube, I'm going to give you some piss up your ass before we go to my place." My dick got hard, and I went to get the lube from my room, along with my harness, and bag of toys. I slipped the harness on under my shirt, put a jockstrap on - red Nasty Pig, sweaty and unwashed, as well as a cockring. Pat grinned harder as I came out, and I handed him my bottle of Gun Oil. "Turn around and let me see that hot ass." I pulled down my pants, and bent over slightly so that he could see and feel my ass. His hand on my ass felt great, but I was still nervous. Here I was, letting this guy that I knew was partying, piss up my ass and plug it in me. He spread a bit of lube on his fingers and lubed my hole, one finger in, then two, and then three, and then four. In and out, my hole hungry for the attention that it was getting. I heard him fumbling with the lube again, and then I could hear the unmistakable sound of a cock being lubed. "You're going to love this. Hold still." I felt his hand on my lower back, holding me in place, and then I felt the head of that hot, uncut cock right on my hole, and I pushed back just slightly to get the head of his hog in me. As his head popped through, and I could feel the stretch of his much thicker shaft pushing in me slightly, a light sweat popped out on my brow. Am I doing the right thing here? I thought to myself. But even as the thought crossed my mind, it was too late, and I could feel his strong, warm piss filling my hole, and I could feel the heat growing stronger and stronger. After about two minutes, with his cock pulsing inside me, he sighed and said "There, now clench." I clenched my hole, holding his very large load of piss inside myself. It probably would have been too much liquid had I not just rinsed out and had water up there before. "Hold still pig, I have a plug for you so you don't get that good piss on my car seats." I felt something cold on my ass again, and then more pressure, and a decent sized plug - I presumed, since I hadn't seen it - popped its way inside my chute. Pat pulled up my sweats, patted my ass, and said "Let's go, pig." Already feeling hornier than I had felt for the last 10 years, I followed him out, knowing that I was going to be his sub pig for as long as he wanted me. We got in the car, and he pulled out of my drive, taking off for destination unknown - his place. I had no idea how long it would take to get there, and I was just happy I had the plug in me to hold that chem piss inside of me. The ride took about 20 minutes, and we were at his place, where he told me to go right to the tub, bend over, and wait for him. The bathroom was simple, beige walls, beige shower tiles, clear plastic shower curtain. There were hard water stains on the bathtub, but by this point it was something that I noticed only because Pat wasn't there yet. The sun was shining through the window in the shower, and I could feel its tenuous heat on my skin. It was hardly a couple of minutes that I was there, in my jock and harness, and nothing else, standing with my head on the shower wall, back arched, ass out. "Damn, I love a pig who follows instructions. Ok, we won't be wasting it like this very often, but I want you to push out all of that chem piss into the tub. We want to make sure I didn't loosen anything else up there." As soon as he told me to let it go, I started to gently push, as I had had a cramp building from trying to hold it in too long. The piss came out dark yellow, but clear of any debris, apparently I had cleaned out better than I thought. Pat made sure that I was still clean, and that there wasn't anything else forthcoming from my hole - that I was ready to get stuffed full of what I was born to take - cock and cum. "Here, another treat for you, because I know you will be the pig I want soon." Pat's voice was getting sexier, and more dominant with the minute, and again, I did as he told me to - bent over the arm of the couch as we had left the bathroom and gone to the living room. There was porn playing on the TV, a laptop connected to it, and I recognized the porn, one of my favorite scenes from a TIM flick, one with Calvin and the Fucktard. My head was out there, focusing on all of the piggy thoughts that I had buried (poorly) over the years, when I felt Pat behind me again, fingers sliding into my hole with a little lube. "I call these Devil's Cocks." He said to me as I then felt something frozen touch my hungry hole. I was already high from the chem piss earlier - it had been pretty strong, but I knew that a Devil's Cock was. Frozen cum. He was lubing me right. "Only, these Devil's Cocks have an extra ingredient, my favorite vitamin T. You are getting about a third of a cup of cum, and quite a bit of tina with this pig. We will make sure those inhibitions go away." Shit he knows how nervous I am. I thought this, even though I was already high, already lost. Already relapsed. I felt the cumcicle pop its way into my hole, chilling me. Pat kept rubbing my hole, making me moan. "Don't worry, we are going to have this hole stretched around my poz hog soon pig. I'm just going to reteach you how to smoke a pipe, and I'm going to watch you suck my cock while I spin for my hits." My cock couldn't really get hard any more - I get crystal dick very badly - but I was so horny, and those words made a small wet spot appear in my jock pouch. He sat on the couch and told me that since I got the booty bump, he was going to enjoy me servicing him before he taught me how to spin the pipe. The floor wasn't comfortable, but I didn't care, especially not after Pat threw a pillow on the ground for my knees. He pulled his hog out of his jock - he was wearing chaps, a black leather jockstrap, his leather harness and a cap - fucking hot. As he pulled his dick out, I could smell his cock and balls, knew that he hadn't washed them in a while, and I was good with that. The smell was intoxicating. Or maybe that was the cloud he breathed down on me, not sure. I sniffed up and down the length of his cock while he spun the pipe, groaned and otherwise enjoyed the feeling of my beard on his cock and balls, and I enjoyed getting his scent mixed up into my face fur. It wasn't long before I started licking the head of his cock, the very barest part of it sticking out of his foreskin, a drop of precum already in his slit. I slurped that up while I made eye contact with him, and started to suck his cock into my mouth, savoring the taste of manly flesh, a hint of my ass and piss. For at least an hour, I knelt on the floor between this man's thighs while he spun the pipe, and I finally got to suck on the cock that I had dreamed about for years. And suck I did. I used every skill, every technique that I had developed over the years to give him as much pleasure as possible. I brought him to the edge 4 times in that first hour, and never let him cum in my mouth - since that would be a waste of his seed. I was able to better than I ever have in the past, holding him down my throat until black stars danced in my vision. He held the back of my head and made sure that every inch of his hog was in my throat, and that his full nuts were up against my beard. I tugged and pulled on his sack while he moaned in that deep voice of his. He grabbed my hands and pulled them to his nipples, "Work em, pig." "Your throat is fucking awesome, dude. Why did it take so long to get my hog down your throat? Fuck!" he exclaimed at one point. Because I was a recovering addict, and too chickenshit to let go again. I thought as I worked this hot specimen on manhood with my mouth. And there is no where I'd rather be right now. I want this thing in my hole, so fucking bad. I didn't realize that I had said that out loud as I stared at the fully hard 8 plus inches of cock in front of me until I heard Pat chuckle. "You want my cock up your little hole pig? You want this hot hog that you have been slurping on for an hour and a half to dig you out and plant my seed in you? My POZ seed?" I was looking up at him, hunger still written on my face. "Fuck. Yes. Sir." He chuckled again, muttering under his breath, almost too soft for me to hear: "Hog gets em every time." Louder, he told me to get on the couch next to him, and he would pack a bowl for me, and refresh himself some, since he'd been enjoying the polish job I'd been doing on his glorious tool too much to really blow any clouds. I sat with my arms behind my head, sweat beading on my head and running down my sides from my arm pits. I could smell them without moving my head. So could Pat. "Woof! Hot scent coming from those pig pits!" He was packing what looked to me to be a lot of tina into the bowl, a big pile sitting there in the bulb, which he soon melted into a puddle. "So, it's been a while since you partied, you told me, right? So I am going to remind you how to twirl the glass cock. I'll control the fire for now, you start inhaling slowly and steadily once I tell you. Don't take your eyes off the hole." I smirked like an 8th grader, and Pat sniggered again. He heated the bowl like the professional he was, and soon told me to start inhaling, slowly and steadily. "A little harder. Nope, too much, just...there you go boy. Pull that cloud in deep. A little more. More. There, hold that until I tell you to let it go." My lungs are filled to bursting, more than I would take for a toke of pot, way more than a drag of a cigarette. I felt my lungs start to quiver when Pat finally told me to release it. A huge white cloud enveloped my head, covering Pat from my view, but it was strangely satisfying. A couple of seconds later, I heard a cell phone video clip ending, and then some more bits and tweets. "Fuck, that was a good cloud boy! You are going to take a few more like that before we are ready to bend you over. I like my fuckholes SPUN! I recorded that, sent you a copy, and am uploading a copy to NKP right now." I am sure my phone vibrated somewhere around my sweatpants, but I could care less. I was floating, and perfectly happy to stay that way. My hole was tingling hungrily, and my eyes were closed, but I heard Pat say "Time for another, slut." I repeated, took another huge hit and blew a nice thick cloud. Twice more. Then Pat had me operate the fire, and told me to put my feet on the couch and expose my ass. As I got into position, Pat got his baggie out again, and put a nice shard on his finger tip, before shoving it knuckle deep in me. It felt so fucking good. I could feel the cum from the Devil's Cock around the finger, feel it move in me when Pat got in. I loved it. Pat saw it on my face and grinned a sleazy sexy grin, and told me to go ahead and release the hit. I did, and he said very seductively, "Well, I liked what I felt in that hole earlier. I liked it again just now. I want to take your hole, keep you high as fuck, pound you, use you, and get lots more loads than just mine in there. Are you ready to take my cock, and let me make you mine?" I didn't have to think for very long. My ass was on fire, doing all of my decision making. And my ass needed cock. Pat's cock. Pat's poz cock. "Please, yes Sir."

This story is quite long and though I have come to a point where I could stop and it would be a complete story in itself, I plan to continue adding to it. I think the background and build up is necessary to understand and feel the full affect. Because of the length of what I have written so far, I will post it in installments giving readers a chance to digest each segment. I am posting it in this section even though the beginning installments contain no mention of chems except alcohol and poppers. Chems do come into play later and I wanted to keep it all together. Comments are welcome and I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing it. I will add that a large portion of the story is based upon real life events with the remainder of it being fantasy just waiting for the right time, the right place, the right situation, and the right people for it to become reality. Enjoy. “Seeking a Positive Attitude” was the title of the ad that just popped up in Casual Encounters M for M on Craigslist. I didn’t need to open it to know what it said, because it was my ad. I wrote it. But I am getting ahead of myself. I am a late 50’s, bi white male. Just your average guy. Six feet tall, about 220 lbs. I am slowly working on losing about 40 lbs. but currently I am a bit of bear. I am considered attractive by both women and men. I have a good professional career and my wife (female) and I enjoy a comfortable upper middle class life. Respected by my coworkers, friends, and neighbors, nobody even suspects that I also enjoy sex with men or the wild fantasies I have. Playtime is typically just quick masturbation sessions while watching porn when I have some alone time. My choice of porn is very broad including straight, bi, tranny, and of course gay. Occasionally I have the opportunity to stop by an adult bookstore and sometimes I will get lucky and have a quick hookup. Honestly I would love to be able to hookup much more often. I occasionally have an out of town meeting for work that requires me to stay overnight. On these trips I usually try to hit an adult bookstore or two, maybe an adult theater, or a bathhouse. Although I enjoy my time and may suck a cock or two, get mine sucked, and jerk off, rarely do I get involved with any anal play or fucking. Not that I am not interested in it. Just the opposite. I would love to be fucked bare/RAW and filled to overflowing with cum. The problem is I am scared of HIV and the impact it could have on my life. Many years ago, I did have one friend that I would hook up with regularly, who I knew was Neg, that I would let fuck me raw, but he moved away. I guess I could allow a guy to fuck me with a condom, but as soon as the condoms come out, I lose interest. I am a bit of a popper freak. Poppers make me very horny and loosen me up. I use a plastic water bottle with paper toweling in it saturated with poppers. It allows me to use them in any position without worrying about spilling them, plus the hits are much bigger and stronger. There have been a few isolated occurrences where I have had too much to drink and been doing poppers that my inhibitions have dropped enough and I have let a guy slip into my raw. I have always been a compulsive masturbator. Sometimes it is to porn, but when the time and place are not conducive to watching porn I have to rely on my fantasies. In my youth the fantasies were pretty vanilla but over time the fantasies lost their excitement and I would need to come up with a wilder one to get the same thrill. In a way I guess it is kind of like a drug addict. Over time the high is not as great as you get used to the drug and you have to increase the dosage. Over the years my masturbation fantasies grew from straight vanilla porn or fantasizing about someone I knew or saw on the street to fantasies of group sex, kinky sex, BDSM, bisexual and gay sex. As the fantasies grew so did the type of porn I would seek out to watch. First there were VCR tapes, then DVDs and eventually I could find anything I wanted on the internet. Even though I enjoyed watching gay porn and fantasized about gay sex, it was many years before I experienced it. But as with all of my fantasies, eventually the time, place and people would be right to experience it in reality. Once I finally tried gay sex, I was hooked. Sex with females required wining and dining and several dates to get to first base. Gay sex was almost always available 24-7 at a bookstore, theater, or bathhouse. Although I often saw others having sex bare, I only played safe. As the years went by, I discovered hookup sites like BBRT and BZ and others. Reading stories of guys fucking bareback always got me hard as a rock. The ones involving bug chasing, stealthing, converting, etc. repulsed me though. Why would anyone want to be infected with HIV or even worse knowingly infect someone else? But something about the stories kept me coming back to read more of them. Maybe it was the freedom to fuck anyone or be fucked by anyone after converting. I envied that freedom although it scared me and I would never actually do it. Soon I began to fantasize about being bred raw, letting strange guys shoot their load deep inside me. How hot would that be? Wouldn’t it be great to be able to let loose and not worry about HIV or AIDS and just let anyone give it to me bare? This was fine to fantasize about, but I would never really do it. I was safe to masturbate and hit my poppers and imagine an entire night in a bathhouse getting bred raw by every guy. But over time, just like all of my other past fantasies, eventually a desire to experience it in real life began to grow. But I would never actually allow myself to do it. It was too risky. I had read many many stories of guys saying they were negative and stealthing guys. I did not want HIV. But I would envy the guys I saw at the bookstores and bathhouses playing bare. How much fun they were having and I wasn’t. Our sexual urges are buried deep in our subconscious and exist at a primal level. Thus they are always lurking below our conscious thoughts, affecting them and driving them without our knowing it. My unfulfilled fantasies began to affect my behavior and my conscious desires. Over the past couple of years hormone changes had caused my wife’s desire for sex to dwindle to almost nothing. Rather than be upset about it, I actually was happy with it. The older I got the less I was interested in sex with females. The lack of sex did make me very horny but I preferred to get my release with men or through masturbation. I also found that I enjoyed drinking alcohol and using poppers when I masturbated or hooked up with a guy. It lowered my inhibitions and I began thinking maybe I could get over my fear and on occasion take a raw load if I believed the guy was negative. I also began watching a lot of bareback porn. If the guy had a condom on I would immediately stop watching it and find something else. On my out of town business trips I began packing a bottle of vodka or grain alcohol and something to mix with it in my suitcase. I typically would try to stay at motels rather than hotels. If I did invite a guy to my room at a motel he could just park outside my room and come in without having the bother of lobby staff at a hotel, especially late at night. My routine was pretty much the same. I would get ice in the ice bucket and have a drink or two as I got settled in my room and got my laptop setup. Then I would call my wife and let her know I was checked into a place for the night and then go out to eat, usually having a couple of more drinks. After dinner I would then head back to my room. My wife liked to know that I was back to my room safely so I would give her a quick call and tell her I was going to relax and watch some TV. In actuality I would fix another drink and log into all of my favorite hookup sites and let guys know I was looking to hook up and then post a few ads online. When I was finished I would get naked and head for the bathroom to clean myself out, touch up the shave job all around my cock, my balls and my hole and then take a shower. I would be naked the rest of the night. The rest of the evening I would watch porn on my computer, regularly check my email and the hookup sites for any responses, drink and edge my cock. I use wide rubber bands as cock rings as they provide lots of flexibility. They can go around my entire package, around just my ball sac, use it as a ball separator, or just wrap around the base of my cock. Plus depending on the number of twists I can make it any tightness that I want. With the rubber band cock rings I can keep my cock hard and on the edge for hours. If there were any guys interested in hooking up I would let them know that I was looking for late night play as I knew I would be on the phone saying goodnight to my wife around 11 PM. Little did she know that while we talked that I was naked, playing with my cock and watching porn (with the sound turned off). As soon as I would hang up the phone with my wife, I would post another ad or two online as I began making stronger drinks so that I would quickly begin to get high. I would also begin to takes hits of poppers. Although earlier in the evening I typically watched a variety of porn, I now would begin to watch strictly gay bareback porn. I would also begin playing with my hole. If I was lucky enough to find a guy that wanted to hook up, I would ask their status, let them know I required they wear a condom if they fucked me, etc. Sometimes I would just suck them or masturbate them to orgasm. A couple of times when I was really drunk and high on poppers I did let the guy stick his cock in me bare, but then I would get scared and make him pull out.

Any other guys experience a link between barebacking and being an exhibitionist? When I made the decision to only fuck bareback, I found myself becoming an exhibitionist at the same time. Even at the baths, I NEVER close my door when I fuck - prefer to fuck and breed guys on the fuck bench in the public area where other guys can watch. Love being videoed even if i have not control over where the vids end up. Fucking raw and being exhibitionist both feel liberating, so they kind of go together. Any other guys have this experience?

At a recent CumUnion, one bottom monopolized the fuck bench in the orgy room. Although he was laying face down with his ass up, he gave all the tops attitude, and even went so far as to push away one top saying "I don't take less than 12 inches." He pushed me away saying simply "Fuck off." He quizzed another top about his poz status. During the time I was there, no top got into his ass. So here's my question: when a bottom lies on a fuck bench in an orgy room, shouldn't he keep his mouth shut and take all cocks and loads up his ass?

Our Last Condom I’ve been dating the same guy for almost three years, and up until tonight we had never dared to have sex without a condom. I’m a 25 years old, 6’4’’ and lean build and have had sex with dozens of guys but every single time I’ve insisted on wearing a condom. I hadn’t been fucked for the first time until I was a freshman in college, and growing up I had always been told that having sex without a condom was risky, especially if for gay guys, so I would always insist on rubbers being, no exceptions. Until tonight. Before we talk about how I discovered my obsession with bareback fucking, let me tell you about my man. My boyfriend, Jon, is as sexy as they come. He’s a 28 year old pediatrician, 6’0, blond, blue eyes and extremely built. He being a fairly health conscious and sexually inexperienced and me being unwilling to push him past his boundaries, we had always had sex with condoms. In the back of my mind, I had thought maybe it was weird that two monogamous men wouldn’t bring it up sooner than we did, I respected his boundaries and fucked his tight hole daily and ejaculated happily into hundreds of condoms over the years. But admittedly, with each passing day, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to slip my load deep into him without barriers, and in fact the first man in his life to shoot sperm into his hole. We were having a typical Friday date night. We were seated next to each other on the couch on the roof of his townhouse. He leaned his head on his shoulder. Without hesitation, I put my arm around him and slipped my tongue into his mouth and my hand under his shirt. He was extremely ripped and I could feel his ab muscles twitching under my palms as I caressed every line and worked my way beneath his boxers and eventually grasped his cock that was becoming engorged by the second. I could feel his the layer of foreskin over his fat mushroom head, coated heavily with his precum. I was so turned on by the thought of slipping my tongue under his foreskin that I got on my knees and slid off his jeans and his boxers. Upon sliding his boxers to his heels, his hard, eight and a half inch pink, uncut cock was revealed and tapped against his smooth, ripped body. Everything from his firm pecs to his six pack abs to his balls were incredible smooth. I slipped my tongue under his smooth balls and it turns out his hole was equally smooth. As I attempted to slide my thick tongue past the first ring of his whole, I could hear him moan as his spread his legs and placed his heels on my shoulder. Still clothed, my cock was hard as a rock and tenting through my jeans; my tight boxer briefs were soaking with precum and I imagined having my way with this perfect, rock hard stud of a man. I took a pause from his tight pink hole and slipped his fat tool into my mouth, licking the tip of his head and working my mouth down his shaft to swallow every drip of precum from the slit of his cock. I unbuttoned Jon’s shirt and undid my belt and pants, reaching for my own cock as I deep-throated Jon’s long, veiny cock. Sliding off my jeans and underwear, I could hear moans of lust from Jon. I was a fairly lean and long guy, but by contrast my cock was as fat as it was long at eight inches in length and eight inches in girth. My fat beer can cock hung low between my legs and I moved my clenched fist up and down Jon’s cock as I slipped my tongue under his warm, slick foreskin. As ripped as Jon was, he also had one of the roundest and firmest asses I had ever known. I teased his hole with my middle finger and was aroused that, even though I had worked his ring with my tongue for almost half an hour, it was extremely difficult to slide my middle finger into his hole. And yet I could feel my boyfriend move his hole from side to side over my digit and eventually pushing his tight ring against it, allowing me to slowing penetrate him. I slipped my tongue along his warm balls and subtly spit on my middle to help ease it into his hole. Within a few minutes, my four and a half inch finger had fully penetrated Jon and I began to pet his prostate at a medium pace. I couldn’t remember a time I had been more aroused. My right middle finger still deep into Jon, I put my left arm around his smooth body, slipped his tongue into his mouth, and carried my man to his king bed. I stripped us both of our clothes and subtly slipped my index finger into Jon as well. The slit of his fat mushroom head began to leak precum as Jon groaned and moved his tight hole up and down my digits. It was at that moment that I felt his warm hand wrap itself around my cock, which at this point was covered in my precum. He slid his fist up and down my shaft at a medium pace, and he generously made sure my entire fat cock was slick with my precum. “Babe, I need you inside of me,” Jon said as he rubbed the slick tip of my thick cock against his hole. I continued to massage his prostate with my two fingers. “Please, babe, I really need your fat cock in my hole.” Having fucked Jon hundreds of times, I was familiar with our sexual routine and with how to satisfy his. I slipped my mouth over his penis and used my tongue to lick fresh, thick precum off of his cock slit. With my free hand, I reached for his nightstand and grabbed our nearly empty bottle of lube. In his dark bedroom, I could hardly see the contents of his nightstand drawer, and blindly searched for nearly a minute for a condom. Usually we were well prepared and condoms were prevalent in his drawer, but it seemed as though in less than a week we must have gone through an entire box. Determined, I frantically reached into the deep corners of his nightstand and to my relief felt a condom in my hand. I took a moment to examine the condom. It was clear that this was a condom that we must have picked up as a novelty from a gay bar or some other venue. While intact and unexpired, I almost exclusively used the golden wrapped Magnum XXL condoms because I felt most other condoms were too constrictive on my fat cock. This condom was in a standard packaging and I was skeptical it’d be sufficient. Desperate for his hole, I ignored his fact and attempted to unroll it on over my 8 inch thick cock. Fully unraveled, over an inch of my penis was exposed and my cock felt suffocated and had completely filled out the latex sheath, the veins beneath my cock visibly and rapidly pulsing beneath. But I needed to be inside of my boyfriend and was surprised to still be hard as a rock. I grabbed our bottle of lube and generously applied it to my wrapped cock. I slipped my two fingers out of Jon’s hole and I could tell he felt empty, thirsty to feel full again. He clenched his fist over my shaft and put my fat nearly 8.5’’ thick mushroom head outside of his hole. I slowly slid my mushroom head past the ring of his hole and eased my cock inside of my boyfriend. He seemed to be in pain and made a low groan, but he didn't try to expel my cock, rather he struggled to relax so as to allow his hole time to adjust to my thick head. As he eventually pushed my mushroom head past his first hole, my shaft very slowly slid through his ass and Jon moaned and lifted his knees to his head and I was deeply penetrating him. I wanted to enjoy the feeling of my boyfriend’s tight hole wrapping around my cock, but I had never felt so constricted in years. The condom I was wearing was simply too tight and the pressure around my shaft was distracting if not a hurdle to my erection inside of him. I stayed still and tried to stay focused on my goal, which was to fuck the cum out of Jon and to fill my condom with seed. I could see his abdominal and chest muscles twitching and engorging with my thrusts, so I continued to slide my cock in and out of Jon. “I love you, baby,” I whispered to Jon and I slowly moved my fat cock in and out of his hole. “I feel so full with your cock. Fuck me. Please pound my hole.” Obeying my love’s demands, I slid my latex covered cock in and out of his hole, as uncomfortable as it felt because I refused to ejaculate anywhere other than inside of him, as I had hundreds of times. I slipped in and out of his tight ass ring, which felt warm though resistant to the girth of my cock. It had been a long time since I had felt so much friction inside of a hole, but I couldn’t let my baby down. I had to be able to stay hard inside of him until I saw his fat eight cock shoot his seed. And then I felt something off. Immediately withdrawing from his ass, I got the impression an elastic band snap had snapped. I even thought I heard the snap. I had never experienced this before, but I felt unexpectedly good. My cock had never felt so warm and slick. It was as though I was ready to shoot my load inside of Jon, but I still wasn’t able to process why I felt so good. Jon didn’t seem to notice a thing and in fact held me close to him, my cock fully penetrating him as he pushed me down onto my back and started to ride my penis. I had never felt such a natural and slick sensation on the shaft of my penis as Jon pinned me down on my back and began to ride me. Though I was familiar with this position, I began to realize that what I was experiencing was my first time being inside of the love of my life without a condom and he had no idea. Jon was a bitch in heat as he put his palms on my shoulders and move his warm hole along my shaft, completely unaware that he was able to slide more quickly and effortlessly up and down my beer can cock because I was coating his insides with my precum and, hopefully my full, unapologetic, massive load of semen inside of him. I knew that I needed to say something. In three years, this was my first time being inside of my boyfriend without a condom, but I knew that it was wrong to shoot my load inside of him without him consenting. But I loved him. And I wanted my seed to be the first to coat his ass hole. I wanted him to be mine. My balls were full of cum and tapped against my boyfriend’s ass as he rode my cock. He was riding at such a fast and steady pace that I had no doubt that this is how Jon wanted me to ejaculate inside of him. It was hard to process that I’d been inside of Jon hundreds of times but each time he hadn’t been open to experience what I felt now, which was the electrifying feeling of man being inside of another man without barriers and being bred in the way that nature intended. Jon kept moving his hole up and down my raw cock and I felt a deep, carnal need to fill him with my seed and to use my cum to live inside of Jon for an eternity. My balls tight and swollen with semen, I fantasized that I’d deposit my sperm inside of his hole for the rest of my life. “Baby, please give it to me,” Jon begged, as he held my waist and clenched his hole around my thick, bare cock. “Jon, I am ready to shoot inside of you,” I moaned, as I cupped my fist over Jon’s warm balls and cock. “I’m getting so close,” Jon replied, so I massaged his cock, continuing to thrust my raw cock inside of his hole. His balls tensed-up and quivered in ecstasy and violently shot shot five ribbons of white, thick cum on my chest. Following Jon’s request, I kept my cock stead in his tight hole and allowed myself to cum inside of him. His warm anus wrapped itself around my rod as he shot his load and I allowed myself, for the first time in our relationship, to unload ounces of warm sperm inside of his hole as I slid in and out of his tight sphincter to ensure he was properly bred, inseminating his anus with my thick seed. I felt more fulfilled sexually than in my entire life. The love of my life was firmly planted on my fat cock as I ensured that every drop of semen coated his insides and inseminated him with my love. Though he had milked me for every drop I had, I was still hard inside of him, feeling both relieved and increasingly guilty I had fucked him raw without his consent.that he had no idea I had fucked him raw as our last condom had broken and was bunched tightly at the base of my cock. Still, deep down I suspected Jon had been craving my raw cock but I concluded it wouldn’t be wise for him to know I intentionally bred him. I needed to figure out a way to get him to beg for my raw cock on his own before realizing what I had done to him. To be continued.

Ok, I'm gonna get this started. After our vacation when Andrew took 7 raw cocks in a week, he became addicted to the feel of random Grindr boys fucking his hole raw. Even moreso, he was addicted to feeling their cocks breeding his hole so I could fuck his sloppy seconds afterwards. However, Andrew started to become more devious about it. He started to use Grindr on his own and talk to guys behind my back, as opposed to our usual joint profile. He figured, whats the harm? I love seeing him take it raw, so why not just take it whenever I'm not around as well when he needs a load balls deep in that somehow, still tight hole. Andrew signed onto his discreet Grindr profile, entitled "Raw ass 4 cum". His photo a simple shot of his chest and abs. Immediately the messages started coming in. One drew his attention right away. A white trash type of guy, late 20's, white, taller than him at 6'3" and with a 6 pack. The guy's profile also said he was packing 8" thick. What the profile didn't disclose was that he was poz and not on meds. He loved to prey on innocent little twinks. They began to talk and discovered they only lived about 10 minutes apart. It was late, and Andrew, still living with his parents couldn't host or sneak his car out of the garage. So Mike, his new friend came up with the solution to pick him up down the road. Andrew became a bit trepidatious but accepted. He showered quickly and told me he was going to sleep as he snuck out of the house. Within 20 minutes, Andrew and Mike were in the car and began to talk. Andrew couldn't take his eyes off the gorgeous man in front of him, knowing he was about to become his cumdump. Mike, however, had his gears turning in his head on how to poz this cheating little slut. When they arrived at Mike's place, Mike immediately got comfortable, removing his shoes, socks, and hoodie leaving his abs and crotch V for Andrew to gawk at as he walked about, commando, in basketball shorts. Mike told Andrew to have a seat on the couch and he'd grab them some drinks. Andrew, feeling overdressed now, in his hoodie and jeans, decided to strip down to nothing but his tight boxer briefs which couldn't hide his rock hard 7" uncut cock. As Andrew stripped down, Mike poured their drinks. He knew this was going to be easy but he wanted to make it even easier. Mike slipped a little something extra into Andrew's drink so he can really use this little whore. Mike joined Andrew on the couch, commenting on how hot he is. Mike chugged his drink and Andrew, taking the hint, did the same. Mike pounced on top of my fiancé and they began to make out. Andrew was running his hands all over Mike's body and moaning. Mike quickly whipped out his rock hard 8" cock and shoved it down Andrew's throat, choking him with every thrust. Mike and Andrew, both enjoying it. Andrew with tears in his eyes as he felt that poz cock cut off his breathing, but begging for more with his eyes. Mike thrusted harder each time and made sure to go to the balls. The lack of air, combined with what was in the drink had Andrew feeling a little dizzy. Mike pulled his cock out of Andrew's throat and watched as he slowly passed out on the couch. Immediately, Mike flipped Andrew onto his stomach and ripped his boxer briefs off his body. Mike began to finger Andrew and couldn't believe how tight his ass was. He was gonna tear this hole up and love every second of it. Mike spit onto Andrew's hole and onto his cock and slammed his cock into him. Balls deep, Mike moaned as he loved Andrew's warm silky hole wrapping around his cock. Mike began to fuck him hard, pulling nearly all the way out and forcing his cock back in. Mike was enjoying my fiancé's raw hole and I had no idea that he was taking raw poz cock. Mike could already feel his orgasm building. Not being too worried about getting another load off, Mike plunged his cock deep into Andrew and bred his neg hole. Mike pulled his cock out and began to take pictures of my boy, naked, bred, and unconscious on his couch. To be continued...

This is why I dislike when studios like FuckTim or Media Treasure Island. They use the same bottoms who taken so much dick that they don't struggle.

Topstud127, I totally agree with you. In fact, there was one time at Cumunion I met a cute little smooth Filipino bottom (just my type) and we started getting really into each other. I took him in the corner and we made out for a bit, he sucked me, I rimmed him and then I started fucking him. All the while I was hard as a rock. As soon as I felt the presence of other guys coming over, watching us, feeling both of us up, distraction started setting in and I started to lose my hard on. I didn't want to be a dick and tell everyone to leave us alone (after all it IS a group event), so instead we took a breather and then we ventured off to another part of the venue that was a bit quieter. I started fucking him again but once again, the crowd started to build around us. The bottom started to sense that the distraction was throwing me off so he looked directly at me (he was riding me) and said things like "it's just you and me" and started engaging me in hot dirty talk to keep my attention only on him and it actually worked. I fucked him for a good long time and blasted a load deep in him, even with the crowd watching and cheering me on to breed him. So I guess you are right, it's all about being engaged with the other person. I just feel like at a lot of those group events, guys that want that deep connected 1-on-1 with another guy is rare and instead, you find a lot of guys that just want to get bent over and loaded ASAP and that seems to be the type of scene where the distraction/anxiety sets in.

not sure how I missed this thread got mine done 3 days ago! The piercing place gave me a pack of salt that I mix in a cup of water and dunk it in every now and then, especially in the mornings to free the ring up. The only time it bled after getting it done was the next morning woodie, plus when my boyfriend did the reach around. not sure I'm game enough to get my nips pierced I like the clean cut look hahaha

I love it, best thing I ever did! wimped out and got 10g though the piercer suggested 8 or 6. he said I'll be back and he's right! I'm already thinking 6 or 4, but anything bigger I reckon looks better on a built guy with a thick cock! I'm gonna convince my boyfriend to get one too!

Imagine you're undetectable. You hook up with a guy who said he was neg and on PrEP. A few months later, you start getting harassment calls and threats because the guy now has HIV, he's freaking out and he's trying to blame it on any "poz" guy he can remember having sex with, even though there's remotely zero chance of transmission between an undetectable and someone on PrEP. I have nothing against neg guys but sometimes, it's just easier to filter down to undetectable guys so at least that part of the drama is not a concern.

All my breeders her and around the world-PLEASE do 1 thing, if nothing else- today. A friend died this past week.He was at a bookstore, and like most, he had taken all his valuables out of his pockets and stashed them in the car ,going in with some cash, and his car keys and lube. While there he had a massive cardiac event,which would prove fatal. Before losing consciousness, he was able to let the clerk know his wallet and phone were in the car, and keys in his pocket- so when EMS rushed him to the ER,he did have a name ( but for some reason,it was never entered into the data base, or was in one that people calling in the hospital to see if he was a patient did not get a yes to -prob since he never was admitted- it was an ER mortality) They HAD his info, and his phone.Problem is- now adays, fewer and fewer have home phone numbers and answering machines. And,smart phones now all are password protected, so a nurse in the ER is not able to open it and look at ICE- the emergency person to reach out to.So many of us are single, or may head out cruising while the spouse is out of town for several days or weeks. So even if the hospital calls the police, and they swing by and knock on the door-- no one will answer. In my friends case, he languished at the Medical Examiners 3 days before the corporate security department from work dig their own digging and found him. Here is the thing. What happened can happen to all of us. Out cruising a dark path in the park. Sucking dick in a book store. Sitting in our car in traffic, or at our desk at work. And the wall these people could have been so easily overcome, if only there was a card in his wallet with his emergency contacts name and number .Or, since he was lucky enough to be able to say where his ID was- ideally- that contact info should be in your pocket or in someway ON you all the time. Tuck in into your spandex shorts if you are headed out for a 10 mile bike ride--a car smacking you and fleeing with you impaled on the hood is just as real as a heart attack in a dark booth. Make it easier on your friends and family-- And by all means--have as much, as wild, and as energetic sex and fun in the years to come,just think of others before heading out

I went out a lot the first semester of sophomore year. I knew more guys since I had been going out, chatting online, sleeping with a few of them, and from school. I was starting to get good at guessing who was local and which guys were tourists. If I wasn't into the effort to take home a local; it was always easy to go to a hotel with one of the tourists. I hooked up fairly often, but not every time I went out. Most of those guys used condoms, but occasionally I left one of their hotel rooms filled with cum. I regretted those nights because I gave in to what I wanted - cum. I knew bareback sex was risky risk, but sometimes either the alcohol, the chemistry or the hot rough sex took over and the top fucked me bareback. In December, during finals I went to Oz with friends. We danced and drank and I was pretty drunk. One of my friends started dancing with a guy he met at the Gay and Lesbian Alliance Group, or whatever it was called then. I went up and started dancing with them. My friend and I were talking to them as we were dancing and I was introduced to everyone. That's when I met Connor. Full stop. Connor. It was like a bolt of lightning hit me when he first smiled and we said hello. He was gorgeous. 5'9", 145, eight pack, brown hair, clear blue eyes. He was a fucking dreamboat. I was mesmerized. I started dancing closer to him almost immediately. Then I felt the palm of his hand brush my hip and waist. I looked at him and danced closer. We kissed. It was amazing. That kiss. It was perfect; the pressure, the lips, the wetness. We kept kissing. He were grinding on each other and kissing in the middle of the dance floor. After about 30 minutes (according to Connor's friend); the guys interrupted us and we got another round of drinks. We all went out on the balcony and the two of us tried to be polite and talk to everyone else. It failed. All we wanted to do was talk to each other. We talked about a lot of things that night - school, family, life, being gay, liking to dance, no drugs, etc. We touched each other a lot while we talked. Eventually we went downstairs again to dance and we made out on the dance floor for hours. At almost 3am, we went back to his place which was 3 blocks from the bar. We made out. But, we were trying to be good. I didn't want this amazing guy to think I was a total whore. We took our shirts and pants off, but left our underwear on. We promised that while we kissed and explored each other that we would not touch each other's cock. That was torture. I was so hard and so into Connor. We made out and talked and ground our hips into each other until well after sunrise. Had I not had a paper due that day, I would have stayed. Without cumming, I left Connor's apartment. As soon as I finished the paper, I called and left Connor a message. I wanted to see him before I went home for the holidays. I had to see him that night because I had a final in two days and needed to study the next night and get on the plane. To be honest, he was all I could think about. There was no way I could study for the test while imagining seeing him again. We met at a coffee shop and talked and then went to his place. We kissed as soon as the door closed to his apartment. It was a repeat performance. I was all over him and he was all over me. But this time, Connor was more insistent in how he handled me. He was more in charge. We had discussed top/bottom roles the night before. Connor had me up against the wall. With his tongue in my mouth and his left hand holding my hands above my head, his right hand reached down and grabbed my cock in my jeans. He said, "I've wanted to do that since we met." He traced his fingers along the outline of my cock. He unbuttoned my jeans. I didn't object or struggle. He let go of my hands and I pulled off my shirt and then I pulled off his shirt. I sucked his nipples and licked his chest. I traced his abs with my tongue. Connor unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them. He said, "Touch my cock." I reached his jeans and grabbed the bulge from the outside. It was a gorgeous cock. The thick one I remembered from the night we met. He pushed me back against the wall, pushed off his jeans and unzipped mine. He reached his hand inside my briefs and put his hand on my cock. He stroked it. I shuddered. I almost came right then. I grabbed Connor's cock and slipped my fingers inside the leg of his briefs to gently touch that perfect thick cock. I was still hesitant. I didn't want Connor to think I was a slut. Connor, still kissing me, said, "Please touch my cock." I slipped my hand in his briefs and grabbed it. Connor was as excited as I was. He came in my hand as I was stroking him. He apologized immediately and looked very sheepish. I smiled, said it was hot and kissed him. I kept stroking him and was using his cum as lube to keep him hard. Connor told me to get naked. I did. He dropped to his knees and swallowed my cock. He sucked dick like a fucking Hoover. I had never experienced such an expert blowjob. I was grasping the wall, his shoulder, anything I could get my hands on. I was looking all over the studio apartment - coffee maker, a pot on the stove, refrigerator, bathroom door, mattress on the floor, crack in the ceiling. Anything but look at the beautiful boy sucking my cock. I was trying so hard not to cum yet, but he just sucked the cum right out of my cock. I exploded in his mouth. He swallowed my cum. He licked his lips and kissed me. I tasted my cum in his mouth. We sat on his bed. We talked while naked and we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I bent over and licked the cum off his cock and kissed him so he could experience tasting himself as I had a few minutes earlier. We laid on the bed and he rolled me on my back. He kissed me and pushed my hands above my head again. He ground his hips into mine and I felt his cock rub next to mine. I was hard again and so was Connor. He kissed me and put his legs between mine spreading my legs. I spread them, but not too far. I wasn't sure if we should have anal sex yet. I wanted to. But I also wanted Connor to like me and date me. He moved his right hand down my body and felt my ribs, my abs, my cock and then reached between my legs for my hole. He found it. He pushed his finger on it. I was not loose, but I was so turned on by Connor that my hole opened up for his dry finger. He fingered me a few times and then it started to hurt. I grunted. He saw the pain on my face, spread my legs forcefully, told me to hold them up and he started eating my ass. Fuck! His oral skills were impressive. He was driving me crazy. First the amazing blowjob and now the excellent rim job. My inhibitions were quickly fading as I gave in to his ministrations. He ate and tongue fucked my ass for a long time. At one point I thought he had impaled me on his tongue. I watched him as he ate my ass. Connor was making love to my ass with his tongue. Then he started fingering me again. I could tell he wanted to fuck me. He wasn't trying to get me off with his fingers. He was opening me up for his thick cock. Fingers from both hands pushed inside, spreading my hole. He climbed up my body, resting his cock on my ass, and he kissed me while he grabbed the lube and condoms. He put them both on the bed next to us as I sucked his tongue. He broke our kiss, slid back down my body, grabbing the lube and went to work on my ass again. He fingered lube into me and rubbed some on my cock. Connor came back up to kiss me and this time his cock landed right on my hole. I moaned. Connor kissed me and I spread my legs wider out of habit. His cock pressed on my hole as we kissed. I pushed down to meet his cock out of habit. I wanted the cock. I wanted his thick cock inside me. Connot looked me in the eyes and I felt his cock head push inside me as he ground his hips forward. My hole opened for the head of his cock. I gasped as his thick cock head popped inside. In a few minutes, his full fat cock was inside me. I felt Connor shudder and I said, "Fuck me Connor." He looked down and I could see his eyes flicker toward the unopened condom next to my thigh. He was pulling out. I was afraid he was going to take his cock away. I was afraid he was going to put that stupid condom on. All I wanted was to feel him close to me and feel him cum inside me. I didn't want some latex barrier between us. I wrapped my legs around him some and tried to pull him back inside me. Forceful Connor emerged again and he pushed my legs back up and said, "I'm in charge." And he pushed his cock all the way back in my ass to make his point. I grunted and he started fucking me. Connor's cock was filling my ass perfectly. I was moaning and watching his perfect body as he thrust into me and pulled out. It was an amazing sight to watch those abs and chest move in a rhythmic fashion to fuck me. Connor fucked me for about 10 minutes. I could tell he was getting close because he was stroking my cock harder. He asked if I was going to cum. I said, "You first." He asked, "Can I cum inside you?" I said, "Fuck yes. Do it." Connor stroked my cock and fucked my ass for about another minute before he came inside me. Just seeing his face when he came and the wet, warm feeling of him cumming in my ass; I blew all over my chest and abs. Connor collapsed on top of me. We kissed and fell asleep. We woke up to fuck 3 more times that night and once more before I left in the morning. He never looked at the condom again, but I did. I felt it digging into my abs as he fucked me on my stomach during the night. Once he came inside me again, I pulled the condom out from under me, looked at it and tossed it aside. Still unopened. Connor and I started dating that night.

This story is phenomenal...don't know how I missed it up until now. Fuck, gotta blow another load now...

Now that your ass is a battered filled hole i feel it relaxing, loving on my cock as it holds the cum in and your self together. So naturally i start smacking u, pushing my cock at odd angles to tighten ur ass back up. "Keep all my cum in ur ass. You're going to need it" I finally start withdrawing my cock right before u remove it completely i reach around and squeeze ur nuts hard knowing it will make clench up and you do pushing the last bit of my dick out of ur hole while keeping my dna floating in ur gut. As u start to feel the cool breeze on ur now wet cum receptacle and want to cry more i turn u around, give u a hard grinding kiss. Thump ur wet cumhole with my fingers to feel u squirm. Then push u down to ur knees to clean my cock. I hold ur head and make u look into my eyes. "Ur gonna clean it off, no teeth, cry if u have to, choke if u have to, drool and snot till u drowned, but if i feel one tooth or i feel like ur spitting out anything that comes out of my cock and u will regret it." You put me in your mouth and clean my dick, tasting ass, cum, and a bit of coppery blood. Ur eyes fill with tears as u taste the blood knowing i am not done with u yet. The more u lick and swallow the more u keep finding small hidden spaces at the base of my cock that have small pockets of flavor. Then all of the sudden i piss one good quick stream in your mouth to see how u react. U gag and try to spit but i shove my cock in and hold ur cheeks. You manage to choke it down. "Good whore. Swallow that golden juice. There is more to cum later" At that i stand u up. As u stand i cup ur exposed ass inmy hand and I shove my middle finger in your sore hole and tell you its time to go. Your legs are week and u are leaning into my hand and thus implaling urself on my finger so u can walk. We have to walk several blocks to my car. But amazingly enough there aren't many people around. I feel u relaxing and enjoying my finger as we are going until u see 2 guys walking towards us on the side walk. One is a tall blonde, broad sholdered, small gut, looks like he used to play rugby. The other is shorter but still works out alot. Ur ass clenches my finger like it wants to bite it off. I start pumping and stretching ur hole to try and make u relax. Finally i say hi to Rex and Mark as we get closer and ur hole tightens more. "Fresh piece of trade Ryan?" Rex, the blonde asks. "A newly invented one actually." I reply. "Oh, are u sharing? Or do u have plans for this one?" Mark askes. "I always have plans for u boys, you know that Mark. " Mark grins sheepishly and says "i know, but can we have a taste of this boy" "What are ur number's?" I ask. "3, 2, 9" mark says. "1, 9, 4" Rex says. "Mark u can fuck him, no lube. Rex i need to see that hole that has nine loads in it." At that i spin u around by the finger in ur ass and hand u to mark ass first. "Dont worry boy, this is just a quick stop before i get u home. Look only at me as he fucks u." Mark was hard from the moment he saw u with me. He had his cock out and pushing against your ass hole right there on the street before u knew what was happening. Rex pulls the back of his pants down and then bear hugs u. He is taller than u so ur face is at the top of his chest. He starts pulling ur hair and u feel him tense as i slide my cock into his wet fuckhole. U are looking over rexs sholder right in my eyes. And then the shooting pain happens as Mark sinks his cock into ur sore ass. You feel something cold and old about his cock too. Your scream is muffled into Rex's sholder. Suddenly there is a slap across the face. "I know that prince albert hurts but i told u to look me in the eye. That doesnt mean u get to close them just because u are in pain." I say Rex says "Why are your studs out Ryan?" "Breaking in fresh meat, i will tenderize it at home, but wanted one where he wasnt going to leave my shorts a bloddy mess first." "So am i his first metal cock?" Mark asks. "Yep, so make sure u hit the same spot on his inner wall, i already found the good spot and squirted all over it." "Got it, this boy is tight im not gonna last." "Squirt deep and tell him what hes getting" Suddenly shaking Mark digs deep into ur ass and says "one fresh poz metal load." And then i see ur tears coming back and i can't take it anymore. I blow in Rex "i wish i could give u number 10, Rex but i have work to do" "Thank u sir. I understand" "Dont let our boy go yet. I know u wanna clean my dick off but hes not ready to be let go just yet." "Yes sir" I pull my semi hard dick out of rex and go to beside mark. " u pull out of him and im gonna stick my slime covered dick from rex in his hole." I put my hand under your ass as he pulls out to catch the pink slime i know is cumming. He pulls out and sure enough a dolop of pure pink heaven lands on my hand. I taste it as i shove my cock back in ur hole. Hiting every side wall and back wall i can find. Trying to rub all of rexs loads into ur ass. I then tell rex he can let u go. He drops immediately to his knees and cleans marks dick at which point u finally see the 2 gauge prince albert that was rattling around in ur hole. It is pink and frothy before it disappears into rexs mouth and cums out clean. I remove my cock from ur ass and push u down. U have learned and open ur mouth.

I've been to Cumunion in NCY, Toronto, and Chicago. Steamworks in Chicago is the nicest setup, but I've gotta say the mix of men in NYC was off the charts hot: muscle dudes, twinks, Asian studs, Latino thugs, PrEPsters - definitely someone for every taste. The big open room in back is just wall to wall fucking. I couldn't even turn around without a cock poking my ass or my cock getting sucked. Mostly bareback, of course, but you can go at your own speed and connect as much or as little as you want. Just go! You'll be glad you did, man. I promise.

Went to Palm Springs a couple weeks ago to meet a guy I had been chatting with online for the first time in person. We went out to Tool Shed for awhile then decided to go to Cumunion at CCBC. We got there about 1 AM and walked around for a little while seeing what was going on and who was there. He told me to get in the sling and he started fucking me. After awhile he asked one of the guys watching with 8" thick cock if he wanted a turn and they tag teamed me for awhile. Then it was his turn in the sling, I got two guys tag teaming his ass. We kept switching like that for awhile and at one point we were making out and someone new started riding me (never saw who it was but he was an amazing fuck, kept pulling out spitting on my hole then slamming in balls deep). We then went with one guy to his room, he woke up his partner and the two of them took turns on both of us. I didn't think I got any loads from any of the five or six cocks I took but turns out I did get one, just not sure who from. Overall probably the best first date I've ever had.

September was another good month, I rediscovered an old cruising spot that is working well and also had a fun night at the local bathhouse. September Results Anal Loads Taken: 33 Oral Loads Taken: 12 Total Loads: 45 Year to date Anal Loads Taken: 254 Oral Loads Taken: 65 Total Loads: 319 Happy Hunting Men!

I'm interested in being part of a bb group in the area. Anyone know of any? Maybe start our own? Saturday around noon is ideal for me. I'm in New Hope.

I love corrupting young prey.

I discovered the joy of getting gangbanged in a totally unplanned spontaneous session. Was at a friend's pool party and after dark when everyone was pretty well trashed from a full day of drinking the sex got started and and went on for hours. At first my boyfriend and I were only watching but after a while we were so horned up from watching the fun that we ended up joining the party and he fucked his load in me on one of the chaise lounges around the pool. Was my first experience having sex in public with others watching and I was blown away by the experience. It felt so good being a slut and knowing that other guys were getting off watching me be a dirty whore. Another bottom was getting gang fucked and loaded up on the diving board and when he couldn't take it anymore my boyfriend dared me to take his place. I was horny and said WTF and laid on my back with my legs in the air on the diving board. Wasn't long before I was getting gangbanged by several tops and taking their loads. It felt amazing to get fucked with my ass full of cum and the more I got the more I wanted. I had always enjoyed bareback porn and fantasized about what it would feel like to be the cum sloppy bottom taking multiple cocks and loads but prior to this experience I was always very conservative and selective about who I let cum in my ass. Needless to say, that was the night I found out I loved being a cumdump. My ass was full of cum and making "squishing" sounds as I got fucked repeatedly. As hot as that "squishing" sound was the feeling of all that cum in my ass was even hotter. Ended up taking 5 cocks and loads before I was done. Guess who was next on the diving board and took 4 loads? My boyfriend. That night was the start of our journey into bareback depravity and it wasn't long before we started hanging out at bathhouses and the back room at our favorite club being cum craving bottom sluts. We broke up years ago but remained friends and fuck buddies and still to this day hang out together 3 or 4 times a year and go to bathhouses and sleazy clubs to be used as cumwhores. So, to answer the question, for me getting gangbanged and filled with cum is an amazing experience.

Ben Cheats with Sam – as told by Ben As much as I love Brandon I love variety in sex and love getting fucked bareback by a big dick. Really, bareback is the only way I like it, which is why I was on PrEP when I met Brandon. I fucked around raw so much before I went on PrEP that I am surprised I never got sick. We had only been married about three months and I was already ready for another guy’s dick in my ass, preferably raw. Brandon had left on Sunday afternoon for a one week business trip. Realizing that we were out of beer I ran down to the local liquor store for a six pack. To my surprise and delight I ran into my old college roommate who had recently moved back to the neighborhood. Blond haired brown eyed muscle hunk Sam. Brandon’s 8 inch dick is amazing but Sam’s 10 incher is the biggest I have ever seen (or had fuck me). Sam is uncut, just the way I like it and he had fucked me often while we were in college, always with a condom. He always pulled out to cum, pulling off the condom to jerk off over my ass or belly. I longed to take it bare and to take his load deep up my chute, but he would have none of it, always insisting on protection. We spent a few minutes standing between the rum and the bourbon catching up on all that had happened in our lives in the few years since we had seen each other last. I could not help myself looking. Sam was even hotter than when he was in college. He had obviously been working out and was tanned and buffed. His tight jeans left nothing to the imagination and I kept looking at his bulge. He noticed. “So you’re married huh?” “Yes.” “But that doesn’t seem to stop you from eyeing my meat. Looks like you want it!” I looked at him with lust. “Yeah. Brandon and I have an agreement. Sort of a don’t ask don’t tell arrangement. We can fuck around as long as it is safe and we don’t have to tell each other. Since it’s only been a few months I have not done anything yet. With Brandon out of town I have not had a fuck for days.” I looked at his crotch again. The bulge was becoming more prominent. Sam was obviously interested in a replay of those nights in college. Sam was not quite ready to respond to the hint. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to go home and jerk off to that bareback porn you love so much. That way you won’t be cheating on your husband.” “Actually, I was thinking more on the lines on what we did in college: Drink beer, listen to music and then do what comes naturally.” Sam grinned “Yeah, remember those days? We fucked a lot. You used to try and get me drunk so that I would forget the condoms and fuck you bareback! I never did give in to you, did I?” “Nope” was my response. “And now I am married with an agreement to abide by.” Sam chuckled. “Yeah! Of course. I also have my rules, just not an agreement.” He paused and looked hard at me before continuing. “How about this: We grab some beers and go to my place. My condo is only two blocks from here. Then we can catch up on old times, drink beer and see what happens.” He looked down at the growing bulge in my pants and said “Based on what your pants are telling me I’ll take that as a yes.” We each grabbed a six pack, paid for it and headed out into the street. Sam was not kidding when he said his place was close. He told me not to bother moving my car and we were unlocking his front door in less than five minutes. So convenient, a bit more than a mile from our house! His condo was sparsely furnished as he had only recently moved in, but it had all the necessary stuff. We sat down in the living room and each of us cracked open a beer. We discussed old times and old friends and what everyone was up to. The talk was getting more and more sexual and I could see that he was getting aroused, and I was getting uncomfortably hard in my tight shorts. Sam stood up. “I’ve gotta piss. Beer is starting to work. Be back in a minute.” As he walked out of the room I marveled how good his muscular ass looked in his tight jeans. While Sam was gone I looked at the Porno DVDs lying next to the DVD player. When we were in college he refused to buy or watch any bareback porn unless it was “Pre-Condom”. Judging from the titles his tastes had changed: “Truckstop Bareback”, “Bare Gloryholes”, “Bareback Cheating Boyfriends”, Cum Loaded” and “Taking Loads: Not a Drop Wasted”. Not a condom movie in sight. Sam returned carrying a couple of hand towels, a bottle of lube and some condoms. He placed them on the coffee table near to us. “I brought some supplies, just in case we decide we need them.” he said with a smirk. I had thought the whole idea was that we were going to fuck so we did need them! He grabbed “Taking Loads: Not a Drop Wasted” and put it in the player. “He turned to me with a grin. “This is one of my favorite porn movies. I love the guys’ attitudes. They’ll take anybody’s dick in their asses.” We grabbed our beers and sat back on the couch to watch the movie. The move was set in an abandoned warehouse. Guys entered one by one and soon the stars were sucking dicks and rimming asses. The movie had barely started when Sam went down on my dick. He was still as good a cocksucker as he had been in college. I watched the movie while he worked on my dick. Quite a few of the guys in the movie had biohazzard tattoos, and soon the fucking started. First it was the biohazard guys fucking each other, and then they started randomly fucking the other guys. Sam stocked sucking and motioned me to go down on him. It was wonderful to get my mouth on his massive cock and taste his ample pre-cum after so many years. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the movie had got to a scene where three bottoms in a line were getting fucked doggy style by three tops with biohazard tattoos. Unlike many movies this one actually had the actors speaking. While I was deep throating Sam’s massive dick and working his foreskin with my tongue I could hear the tops talking dirty were saying how they were going to load the bottoms with their poz cum. Both Sam and I were rock hard by this time and he was leaking copiously into my hungry mouth. He eased me off his dick and looked at me “Ready for some real action? I want to taste your sweet ass.” I got up and went down on the couch on all fours. Within seconds he had his face in my ass crack and was greedily slurping on my hole. I relaxed my muscles and he thrust his tongue as deep as he could go. I was drooling profusely by now leaving a slick puddle on the leather of the couch. This did not last long. “On your back” Sam ordered. I watched as he reached across to the coffee table and grabbed the bottle of lube and a condom. He squirted some on his hand and then worked one, two then three slippery fingers into my greedy hole. “You ready for this? I know you want it SO BAD.” He said with a grin, squirting some more lube onto his hand and slicking up his rock hard cock. He wiped his hand off on a towel and then lined up his drooling cock with my hole. Then he did something unexpected; he ripped open the condom packet and rolled the condom over my dick while slowly pushing his way in. There was a brief spasm of pain as his massive meat entered my chute and then extreme pleasure as his bare dick stretched my anal walls and started to slide up into my ass. “I know you’ve always wanted me to fuck you raw.” He said as he thrust in balls deep. “But I always played safe, never did what you wanted. Now I only fuck and get fucked bareback. But you can tell your husband you wore a condom when we fucked.” I burst out laughing, which just made him fuck harder and faster. I had forgotten how well he fucked and I was extremely turned on by his tight muscular body as he thrust deep into my gut. I put my hand on my sheathed dick but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me. “NO. I don’t want you to waste your cum. It belongs in an ass; my ass.” He was so turned on by the thought of fucking me bareback at last that he did not last long. “Oh fuck yeah. Fuck. I’m close. You always had the best hole to fuck but this is so much better.” With that his dick started to spasm and he slammed his crotch into my ass as he started to unload his seed as deep as possible in my colon. “Breeding your tight ass good.” He thrust hard a few more times spewing his load into my hungry cunt. It was really hard to not cum hands free in the condom as the experience was so intense. He remained deep in my gut for a few moments before he spoke. “Fuck yeah. That was hot. And I know you are so ready to cum that if you stick it in my ass you will cum even before you are all the way in. I nodded in agreement. He withdrew his still hard member from my ass and went down on his hands and knees. “Eat my ass before you fuck me” he ordered “Get it good and sloppy so we don’t need lube.” His anus was not the same as I remembered it from college. No longer a tight pucker, his puffy ass lips relaxed to reveal a gaping hole. Sam had obviously been fucked a lot since we had been together in college. As I thrust my face into his tangy crack and slid my tongue into his welcoming hole I heard him say. “Yeah, like it? Not as tight as I used to be because I love getting double-dicked. I can take it real easy now.” I gave a muffled affirmative as I tasted cum in his hole. So he had already been fucked today. He obviously knew what I was thinking. “Yeah, Matt and Josh loaded me after brunch this morning. You’re going to have a slick ride.” His ass was now nice and wet so I got ready to fuck him. I still had the condom on and my dick inside was slick with all the pre-cum that I had been leaking. I pulled it off and lined my fat cockhead up against his ring. As I slowly pushed in I got a thrill from finally getting to do something that I had wanted so many times in college; Get my bare dick in Sam’s needy hole. Sam was moaning with pleasure as I slid it all the way in and past the inner sphincter. I started thrusting slowly, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming all the way home to get as deep as I could. Sam sighed.” Fuck yeah, you have no idea how many times I wished your dick was bare when you fucked me in college”. When he said that it took me over the edge and I rammed him balls deep and started loading up his ass. “Fuck bitch, I’ve wanted this for so long: Seeding you good and hard.” In that instant a long held wish came true for both of us. We rested for a few minutes taking in the moment. As I pulled out of Sam’s sloppy hole he joked. “Wrong porn movie. Should have been the Bareback Cheating Boyfriends. One of my favorites. Except it should have been husbands.” As we were getting dressed I asked Sam what had changed his mind about barebacking. It was quite by accident he told me. “About a year ago I met this really hot couple for a threesome. They said they always fucked each other raw but we agreed that when I would fuck and get fucked it would be safe. It did not work out that way and I am sure they planned it like that. We had all fucked each other at least once, me with condoms and Matt and Josh raw with each other but none of us had cum yet even though we had been close a few times. Matt was fucking Josh while I was sucking him. He turned to Matt and said I sucked better when I was being fucked and next thing Matt slid his bare cock out of Josh and slid it up my ass. No condom this time and slick with Josh’s ass juices. It felt so fucking good. Matt must have been really close because he only thrust a few times before I felt his dick swell and he started dumping a massive load in my hole. Then Josh said that since I could not catch anything from him that I could not catch from his boyfriend he wanted to fuck me raw as well and he did. Well, that did it. It felt so incredible that by the end of the evening I had seeded them both and each had bred me twice. They admitted afterwards that they liked hooking up with safe-sex only guys and converting them to bareback in the heat of the moment. I never used a condom since and I must have been bred by more than a hundred guys. Matt and Josh go as bbcpl4loads on the internet.” I wondered about the risks Sam had been taking but I still wanted him to bareback me again. I guess I should have still been on PrEP even though I had never been as good about taking it regularly as I had been about taking loads.

He'd make a good model, I thought. He was young, had short brown hair, and wore glasses. He was skinny, no muscle to him at all, and the pair of tight little red briefs suited him perfectly, though they were now dropping to the floor for the nude shots. He struck a few poses as I kept flashing the camera. He had a cocky grin on his face - the kind of guy who knew he was pretty and liked receiving attention. They're a dime a dozen at this studio, and we didn't need any more of them. He would have made a good model, but I had a better idea of what to do with a cocky little shit like him. "Alright." I said. "Now a few of you on the bed, on your hands and knees." He followed my instructions just fine, getting up on to the bed and sticking his ass in the air, pointed at me. "Yeah, that's it." I said as I moved around him, taking a few more pictures as I got closer. I put the camera to one side, reached out and brushed my fingers down his ass. Even this was perfectly formed - round, firm, looked like he didn't bottom too much. Fucking him would hardly be a chore, I could tell. "Photos look good." I told him, as I took one cheek in my hand and squeezed. "Shall we test your performance, then?" A lot of the twinks we get around here get offended when I do this. 'This is a twink porn studio!' I reckon they think. 'Why should I have to get fucked by a gross old man like you?' And they'd be right - I am a gross old man, and Poz to boot. I'm in my 50s, and though muscular, the virus had worked its magic on me, making me look permanently slightly sick. My hair wasn't losing its colour, at least, a thick black bulk that I kept slicked back. The ones I actually consider hiring wouldn't have to get fucked by me, they'd test with another model. If I'm fucking them, it's already too late, unless they put on one hell of a performance, and are smart enough to ask for a condom. This one wasn't offended though. Not even shocked. Might be he was expecting to have to do something like this. In any case, as soon as he heard me, he backed his ass into my crotch, immediately grinding against my jeans. "Good boy..." I growled as my semi started getting harder, my jeans soon starting to feel too tight. I took hold of his hips and grinded against him with more force, till my dick was all but bursting out of my jeans. He pulled away, turning around and grabbing hold of my belt. He was certainly eager to impress. It was almost too bad that he wouldn't make it. As he undid my belt and jeans, I pulled my vest off over my head - time to test how dumb he was. He definitely saw the tattoo on my stomach, but didn't seem to react to it at all. I guess he didn't know the significance of a biohazard symbol then. He pulled my cock free of its confines, and this time he was surprised. But then, most guys are when they suddenly have a thick, ten each club of a cock shoved in their face. He recovered quickly enough though, and took the tip in his mouth, sucking happily as I curled my fingers in his hair, urging him on. Maybe he didn't get fucked Much, but he could certainly suck cock like a pro. Didn't need much of a warm up, and he was swallowing down most of my cock in one go - no gag reflex to speak of, and he could work his tongue like a demon. He was all too happy to play with the balls too, which even some of our most experienced models need reminding of. All in all, he definitely would have brought some money in, but maybe I could use him in some home videos, instead. I bet he could make me cum using just his mouth if I let him go on, but I'd been saving this load for a few days now, and I knew exactly where it was going. So did he, it seemed, as when I pulled him up by his shoulder, he didn't need telling to get on his back. He flipped over instantly, holding his knees and leaving that smooth hole wide open for me. I thought about ramming my cock straight into him, to see if he really was as inexperienced at fucking as he seemed, but I thought that might spook him into demanding a condom, and I wasn't having that. So instead, I bent down, and slid my tongue straight into his hole, hearing him moan when I pushed through his hole. His tongue was more talented than mine, but I could definitely perform well enough. His cock was solid, seven inches and thick enough. He jacked off as I fucked his hole with my tongue, getting it all moist and ready, determined to make sure this was the only lube he got. He was pulling at his dick harder and faster as it went on, till eventually I grabbed his wrist to stop him from cumming. Instantly, he shouted in frustration. "Well fuck me, then!" That was all the invitation I needed. I pulled up and lined my cock up with his hole, pushing the tip straight in without waiting. He made no complaint, no request for a condom, nothing. All he did was gasp, then moan, as I slowly began sinking into him. Well, I wasn't the first person in him, I could tell from how well he took it, but he was still tight, and I had to go slow at first. He had his eyes closed, and a wide smile on his face. I wondered if he knew what he was getting into, or what was getting into him. My precum was no doubt already lining the walls of his ass, and even that could be enough to wreck him. He'd made no complaint by the time I'd got fully inside him, and when I started fucking him properly, he let out a loud "Oh fuck yeah!" And I figured the time for condoms had passed. He knew how to use his ass too, moving up and down in time with my movements and keeping his ass tight around my cock. It wasn't long before I was slamming into him full force, my balls slapping against his ass with each thrust, making him shout out with each one. I knew how to deal with a noisy fucker though, and l leaned forwards, clamping my hand over his throat and fucked him all the harder. If the hand bothered him, he didn't show it, but it did get him to shut up. Before long, we were switching up positions. I got him on his stomach and fucked him into the bed, his ass bouncing up to meet me with each and every stab. Then I got him back on his hands and knees, one hand on his hip and the other clamped into his hair holding tight as I pulled my cock all the way out and punched back through his hole straight down to the base. His ass was never going to feel the same again by the time I was done. More than once, I had him back on his knees on the floor fucking his mouth with the same vigor as his ass, holding him down so his nose was buried in my body hair, just to prove that I could make him gag. We ended up with me on my back on the bed, him straddling my waist, bouncing on my cock. I held him by the waist, helping him in his movements and ramming myself up into him each time I pulled him down. He had one hand on my chest, mere inches from the biohazard symbol that he didn't understand, holding himself up, while he jacked off with the other. I could feel him clenching and unclenching around my cock and I knew he was close. I could feel the pressure building up in my balls too. With a few last, hard thrusts, he let out one hell of a moan, and his cock blew with cum and his ass squeezed tight. Two more thrusts and I was gone too, and as his load shot over my chest, I blasted inside him, filling him with my poz seed, continually moving him up and down my cock for the length of both our orgasms, making damn sure he was fucked full of my cum. Finally, he collapsed next to me, panting heavily and grinning his cocky grin. Less than ten minutes later, he was gone. We had a quick clean up and, on his way out, he asked me if I thought he got the job, grinning and obviously thinking it was a done deal. I told him that it was looking positive. Dumb bitch didn't even pick up on that, and winked as he left. He should have done his research; the studio only hired clean actors that used condoms. He wasn't the latter, and his days of the former were well and truly over. Still, I had his number - I bet I'll find him some work on one of my 'side projects.'

I think the title of this thread needs a little adjustment... "Piss Play is bad, naughty, taboo.... and for a pig (or a farmer) that means it's good..." Most of the time I tell them I want to drink it as soon as they excuse themselves to go to the bathroom or when I know a piss moment is coming up (after cumming for example). Some guys really get close to throwing up when I propose it... so those guys I will not bother with it anymore... I will just pityful listen in while the sound of that hot stream makes me horny.... Other guys are not taking my bait, but are not too offended... I let them go to the toilet if they want, but afterwards tell them again that they shouldnt have wasted it. On top of that: they could have saved themselves a walk to the toilet and just piss right where they are.... Next time I will beg them again, and again... because sooner or later they will give in and "give it a try". And ofcourse you have the last group, who immediately stop in their tracks and let me have it... those are the guys I will propose to to use me in public and share me with others :-)

I don't know how many guys fucked me or Bobby that night but it was a lot. It's the next afternoon and I'm relaxing by the pool and loving my life. The party went on for about five hours and I think every guy must have come in me at least once. I remember all that cum. About 30 minutes after I was slammed in the sling I finally could focus on who was in me and everything I remember was fun. The guy fucking me then was a bear and he was big in every way. When he saw me focusing he asked if I was enjoying being a whore and I was so caught up in the moment I told him I was but wished it felt more like I was being forced. He then fucked much harder and faster and another guy told me to open my mouth and he spit in me and told me he was next and he'd teach me. The bear asked if I wanted his cum and I told him I did but what I wanted didn't matter as more than receiving his cum I wanted him to be happy. He called me the perfect fucking bitch and then filled me with his cum. He then told me that his lover and him would be seeing me soon and he winked and walked to Bobby and had him suck him clean. That's when I saw Bobby was being fucked another bear and the guy was also big and it made Bobby look even younger. I saw Bobby's cock was hard and again wished mine was like his. The guy who had spit in me started fingering my cummy boyhole and asked why I was looking at a little boy cock and I told him I wanted a smaller cock. He pulled my jockstrap a side and told me he liked my cock better because it was locked up and told me I should get a smaller chastity lock and I hoped they made them really small. He fucked fast but also came fast but told me he'd be back later with a surprise. Richard came by and had me drink a bottle of water and had me push the cum out of my ass into a cup and did the same to Bobby so that all that cum and butt juice from both of us nearly filled the cup. He then got a couple of points and slammed us again. Richard fingered my boyhole as I started to rush and he asked me if I was a good whore boy and I begged I was good and then Oscar stepped next to him and asked if I wanted to have him rape me and hurt me. I begged Oscar to rape me and make it hurt bad. Oscar replaced Richard and his fingering was scratching my hole to make it bleed. Richard brought the cup of cum and ass juice and told me to drink up. As nasty as it looked before the slam I swallowed it all and licked the cup. Next Richard soaked a jockstrap with poppers and held it to me face and as I flew Oscar ripped me open.

As a nurse recovering patients after surgery I have seen many things. As the only guy in the department I usually end up with the majority of the male patients. The anesthesia and pain medication can relax people to allow them to do things they would not normally do—they can always blame the meds if they even remember it at all. They come to me wearing just a hospital gown and I have to assess them. I pull the curtain around us and uncover them and pull the gown out of the way to assess any dressings. I feel around the abdomen and let my hands drift lower to brush their cocks. Recently cared for a guy in his late 80s after surgery and when I was looking him over his cock looked a bit off. Come to find out he had a penile implant placed several years earlier. He can pump it up with a hidden button and it fills his cock with saline. I asked how it worked and what it felt like. He was very willing to tell me all about it. While he was talking he said feel it so I grabbed his cock and squeezed it slowly. When it was time to discharge him home I helped him to the bathroom and he removed the gown and his dressing came loose. As he stood there I got down on my knees in front of him and fixed the dressing and he said let me show you how hard I can get. He inflated the device and his cock went from nice to rock hard. He encouraged me to feel how hard it got. I ran my hands over that big, hard, 80+ year old cock then leaned in a give it a lick. He moaned softly so I slid more of it in my mouth. I sucked his cock for several minutes and he said he didn’t cum anymore but he loved feeling my mouth on his cock. Most patients feel they have to pee after surgery and I will get a urinal for them which most find difficult to use. If I can I will help them stand at the bedside and help support them so they don’t fall. I tell them to hold on to me and I take their cock and place it in the urinal. Most feel like they need to pee but do not have to but want to try for several minutes. I will tell them to massage the area over their bladder and show them how by placing my hand above their cock and slowly rubbing and letting my fingers dip down to around the base of their cock. They may not end up peeing but the majority of them end up with a hard on. Most of them encourage me to continue rubbing them saying it feels good and they think it is helping. They get harder and I remove the urinal and slowly let my hand brush more of their cock. Jerking them slowly and hearing them moan. Had a guy who broke both arms and was back for multiple surgeries. When I was assessing him and looking at his various dressing I brushed his cock and it got hard right away. He told me he couldn’t jack off and was backed up. He would ask me to scratch his stomach or leg and I would pull back his gown and scratch where he wanted and his cock just stayed so hard. I kept brushing it and finally grasped it and gave it a stroke and he just sighed and said yes in one long breath. I continued stroking him and asked if this was what he really needed. He said just please don’t stop. I slow stroked him for several minutes. Eventually he told me he was going to shoot I leaned over and took the head of his cock in my mouth and he shot days worth of backed up cum down my throat. He would request me to recover him after each of his many surgeries and I always helped him out. I have cared for my friends, family member, neighbors, their family members, city officials, doctors, coworkers, and strangers of all ages. Usually it is just work but sometimes it turns into more. Each day is a new adventure.

Staying in North London but cannot host. Looking for local lads to load up. Perv, taboo, yng to the front of the line.

sometimes, but not as often as most would like - theres a few of the guys who work there who break up anything if they see it. but i know guys still get it on there, ive done it before

Be proud of your little dick and it's total irrelevance. It must be a good reminder to you of your true purpose, to open your hole for tops and let them use it.

I love drinking piss and getting my ass filled with piss! I suggest starting out on weaker piss when drinking it (beer or water piss) because stronger piss is certainly an acquired taste. I know a guy who loved to drink piss from bottles or glasses, but I only drink it from the tap. If ya can find a guy who can piss in your ass it is the most AMAZING thing ever! I love getting fucked and after the guy cums he just leaves his dick in until the piss starts to flow and fill my ass up!!!!