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The straight, clean-cut 40-something year old guy on Craigslist posted for a woman who would take the four-day load in his nuts. He wanted a blowjob. Evidently, he was having no luck because when I emailed him playfully suggesting that a guy might do a better job with that, he actually emailed me back. He had just struck out with a third woman and was pretty frustrated. The more we emailed back and forth, the more I could tell he was just your average guy who was kind of losing his mind because he was so horny, and ready to try anything. He asked me whether I was HIV negative and clean. I replied I was. He claimed he had received a blowjob from his college roommate a couple times and had enjoyed the experience, and in all truth, the real obstacle didn't seem getting a blowjob from a guy, but convincing him I didn't expect anything in return. He actually wanted me to explain what I get out of it, so I told him how I got off servicing a man, especially a straight man. I told him how just a fantasy of a straight man using me to empty nuts kind of makes me crazy. He made a big point about asking whether I enjoyed tasting a man's semen. I replied "Yeah, I really get off on it." He finally agreed to give it a try, saying he'd come over to my house. When he showed up my initial thought was that he had honestly been somewhat self-deprecating in his self-description. He had said he was clean-cut , but when he stepped into my living room, he was every gay guy's fantasy of the straight guy who wants a blowjob. He was wearing kind of a thick coat because it was cold outside, but when he took it off and I saw him in his T-shirt and sweats, I couldn't believe how lucky I was that night. We talked for a while, and then I asked if he was ready. He answered 'yeah', so I suggested we go to the back bedroom. I hadn't blown a guy in a while, so I was really hungry to play with him. When we arrived in the bedroom he sort of hesitated as he stood next to the bed, so I stepped over to him, went down on my knees and began feeling up his cock inside of his sweats. He got hard quickly. I began to mouth his penis through the material. Slowly, I began to work his sweats down his legs. Underneath of the sweats he was wearing gray boxer briefs, and I could see the outline of his throbbing dick. Remember I said he was kind of self-deprecating? He described his dick as somewhat thick and a bit of a longer 'unit'. If there ever was an understatement, this was it. After tonguing the salty wet spot his pre-cum had created when it soaked through his boxers, I finally worked his boxer briefs off. His dick was at least eight inches and really thick. I began to work on his cock, sucking the head, and then kind of showing off my skills at deep throating him. The entire time, he leaked pre-come like crazy. I could tell it had been a while since the boy had gotten any attention. Finally he asked if he could sit down, and I told him of course he could. I reminded him that this was about taking care of his needs. Once he was comfortable I got between his legs and continued to work on his rigid dick. My dick was rock hard, and it was kind of uncomfortable in my boxers , so I decided to take them off, and he didn't seem to mind. A few times I could tell he was getting close to cumming, and each time I deliberately backed-off, and when he had calmed down I went back to sucking him. His nuts were extremely sensitive, so he asked me to be careful with them, and I gently tongued them. After about 20 minutes I could tell he had held out about as long as he could, only to have his suggest "Hey, let's change positions." I was kind of surprised he wanted to do that because I could swear he was moments away from ejaculating, but I said "Sure, whatever you want." Then he ordered me to lay on my back. I complied, assuming he was going to mount my face and fuck it to finish up, but instead, without even asking, he began to rub his leaking penis against my asshole. I was stunned - we hadn't said anything about anal, but he was clearly about to cum, and it was also clear he was going to take what he wanted. Fortunately I habitually prep my ass whenever I blow a guy, just in case. It's only happened a time or two, but I like to be ready, and that night I was glad I was prepared. Throughout the entire blowjob, he leaked what tasted like gallons of pre-come , and now he was pre-cumming all over my asshole. Without any hesitation or ceremony, he just hunched forward and the head of his big cock popped into my ass. In two strokes, he was balls deep and then he stiffened, not making a single sound, but I could feel he was ejaculating his sperm into me. He knew he was going to come when I was blowing him, and I had even told him I would swallow when he was ready because he complained that women usually wouldn't swallow cum, but instead of blowing his load in my mouth, when push came to shove, and he needed to empty his nuts, he simply decided he wanted to do it in my cunt. Afterwards we talked and joked about the experience. He said that he really thought this would work for him — he thought it would take the edge off when he was dating women if he didn't have to sleep with them to get his rocks off. He made sure he got my real email address and phone number and then asked when I'd be free again. It's been a couple hours since he left, and I'm jacking off as I feel his straight semen leaking out of my used ass. He's going to be back. Thanks for listening — I just had to tell the story, because I couldn't believe it happened, even though I'm laying here right now with an aching asshole because a straight guy decided to finish his male business inside me.

LA Story Chris kept his eyes shut tightly and bit his lower lip hard to avoid making any noise from escaping his mouth as he felt the weight of Jay’s body pushing him down to the pillow that was wedged under his belly each time Jay’s cock pounded down into Chris’ tight hole. Chris could feel soreness all over his body from Jay’s punches and kicks from their fight about an hour ago. Chris could feel tears running down his cheeks as he thought about earlier evening events since the arrival at LAX that led him to his current position. Chris just turned 18 and finished high school in June and decided to take a trip to LA alone before starting college in September. Not only this was the first time he was travelling alone without his mom but he also had a plan to finally explore gay scene in this trip for the first time. He’s been keeping his attraction to boys in secret and even had a girl friend who he had sex with couple of times in his senior year. He had no idea what kind of sexual activities two boys could engage but seeing other boys naked bodies in the locker room always made him feel more thrilled and excited than girls so he was quite certain that he was either gay or bi. Before the trip, he went online and found couple of boys around his age from LA that were interested in hanging out with him during his trip. However, when he got off the cab in front of his hotel and looked for his wallet to pay for the cab fare, he couldn’t find it. He went to the hotel desk and tried to see if he could check in but they wouldn’t let him check in without any ID. He called up his online friends and both of them happened to be out of town but one of them were kind enough to ask his friend to come and pick Chris up and let him stay at his house overnight. He also lend Chris the cab fare before the cab driver tried to bargain Chris to have sex with him instead. Chris felt so grateful for Jay’s hospitality at first. As Jay drove away from the city to his place, Chris told him how grateful he was and started to tell him about how this trip was supposed to be his first gay experience and etc. Chris was too naïve to read the signs of another trouble that he was getting into and told Jay about his life and his attraction to guys. After an hour and half long drive, they reached Jay’s house and Chris was surprised how dark and isolated it was. Jay carried the luggage into the house and Chris followed him with his backpack. Jay dropped Chris’ luggage by the door and went straight to the kitchen to grab drinks for them. Chris stood by the door while Jay made the drinks and looked around the living room with a huge TV with no other furniture but few pillows on the floor. Jay brought the drinks to one of the pillows and sat down. Chris sat on another pillow and took the drink from Jay as he handed it to him. “You have to drink it in one shot” Jay told Chris and took his shot. Chris copied Jay and pour it all into his mouth but couldn’t swallow it down as easily as Jay and struggled to keep in it. Jay laughed at Chris’s struggle and pulled off his t shirt. Chris smiled back at Jay and carefully studied his naked torso. Jay told Chris to take his shirt off and he pulled it off of Chris himself when Chris hesitated. “You want to smoke?” Jay asked as he reached for a big glass bong that was on the corner of the room and Chris shook his head. “C’mon. You are in my house so you have to do what I tell you to do.” Jay pushed the bong opening to Chris’ lips and instructed him to slowly inhale til he tells him to stop and hold it in until he tells him to let it out. Chris had strong lung from years of track and wrestling in high school and Jay could see it and instructed Chris to inhale and hold extra long time. By the time Jay let Chris exhale, thick white clouds filled up the whole living room. “Bitch, you got a good hit. Good job. Do another one.” Jay instructed Chris to take another big long hit one after another while he kept his eyes on Chris’ eyes. Jay could see the dilated pupils in Chris’ eyes. Jay pulled the bong from Chris and set it down before he stood up in front of Chris. Chris’ eyes were at the level with Jay’s growing bulge and Jay smiled when he saw the lingering look. Jay pulled Chris up to his feet and led him to the bathroom. He turned the shower head on and told Chris to get naked. Chris stood still a bit hesitant to get naked in front of a stranger even though he was high from the smoke and the drink. That’s the moment when things changed quickly as Jay slapped Chris hard to almost knock him off the balance. “I told you to strip and you do whatever I tell you bitch.” Jay grabbed Chris and wrestled him down to the tiled floor and started to forcefully pull clothes off of Chris. At first, Chris was shocked and didn’t put up much fight but as his senses started to come back he tried to resist Jay. Chris was quite athletic but he was so high from the drugs and against Jay’s 6’ 3” way bigger body, his 5’9” and 145lbs body was overmatched. Soon Jay had Chris pinned down and unable to move under him. Jay was naked as well and his big hard cock kept on growing as Jay through few more punches on Chris’ body. “Get up and wash up.” Jay told Chris as he got off of Chris and kicked him hard in the stomach before walking out of the bathroom. Chris’ spirit as well as his body was beaten and defeated and in spite of his desire to disobey Jay, he got into the shower as he was told. He stood still under the stream of water and felt sore all over his body. All of sudden, the glass door to the shower opened and Jay entered. Jay started to run soap all over Chris’ body and washed his whole body. After the shower Jay wrapped Chris with a big towel and led him back to the living room and sat him down on a pillow. The big screen was on now and it was showing Jay’s big black cock pumping a smooth white hole deep and hard. “You are going to smoke some more but this time I want you to open your mouth wide after you inhale and push your mouth on my cock as much as you can before you exhale, ok?” Jay fed the bong to Chris’ lips as before and Chris did as he was told.

Whe When I regained consciousness I had a raging piss erection and I thought I was going to burst. As I got up and headed for the bathroom I became aware of my extremely sore asshole. I began to wake up and gather my thoughts as I emptied my bladder then walked back into the room. I was all alone now. No Daddy, no Jimbo, no tripods or cameras. My laptop was still on the desk along with the evidence of my partying and playing. Maybe it had all been a dream. I had been super drunk and high and maybe I had just passed out and dreamed it all. But then I spotted the towels that had been under me on the bed. They were bright red with dried blood. This combined with my very sore hole convinced me that it hadn’t been a dream. Everything seemed to be where it was supposed to be and I didn’t find anything missing. I counted my blessings as they could have taken everything when they left: my laptop, my wallet, my phone, etc. But everything was still there. I then realized that even though I had just taken a piss, my cock was still rock hard and was bouncing up and down. I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed, and it was 6:00. That can’t be right I thought. I found my cell phone and checked it and sure enough, it was 6PM. I suddenly panicked. I was supposed to check out of my motel room by noon. I quickly called the front desk to apologize and let them know I would be leaving shortly. The clerk told me I was fine as my coworkers had stopped as they were leaving and said that you all had been up most of the night working, and they paid for another night on the room. I breathed a brief sigh of relief and then checked my phone for missed calls. My wife must be worried sick. She would have called before she left for work to be sure I was up. I could always tell her that I was in the shower. But she would have messaged me when she got to her office, called or messaged at lunch and again when she headed home. She must be worried to death not being able to reach me. But when I checked my phone there were no missed calls or messages. Now I began to worry if she was okay. Was she sick? Did something happen? I dialed her cell phone and all I got was a message, “The caller is not accepting calls.”. That was strange. I tried a few more times and got the same message. I tried calling the house phone as she should be home from work but it just rang and rang. Panicking, I took a quick shower, dressed and grabbed all my things and checked out. On the 3-hour drive home, I kept trying to call both her cell phone and the house, but got no answer. I also tried checking social media to see if she had posted anything online, but I was having trouble logging in. Trying to solve the problem as I was driving at 75mph up the interstate was not a smart thing to do, so I just continued calling. It was 9:30 when I turned onto my street. As I got closer, the house appeared dark with no lights on. Panic and fear gripped me as I got closer. Suddenly I could see a bunch of stuff scattered around the front yard out by the street. As I pulled into the driveway, I realized that the “stuff” scattered on the lawn was actually “MY stuff”. Actually, what was left of my stuff, as it looked like people had been picking through it and taking what they wanted. “What the hell was going on”? I got out of the car and walked to the front door. It was locked. I tried to put my key in but it wouldn’t go in. That is when I spotted an envelope with my name on it taped to the front door. I opened it to find a petition for divorce. Panic and fear immediately turned to shock. What the heck happened, I wondered. I went around to the back door and tried my keys there, only to find that all the locks had been changed. Returning to the car, I tried calling her relatives, a couple of my relatives, some of our friends, but nobody would answer my calls. Not knowing what had happened, I decided my best course of action was to salvage what was left of my belongings from the front yard and then go get a motel room for the night and figure things out in the morning. I grabbed a few of the clothes off the lawn, but quickly realized that all the good stuff had already been scavenged by others. I checked into a local motel about 15 minutes away from my house. Once I got settled in the room, I setup my laptop and thought I would check my social media and my wife’s to see if I could find any indication as to what was going on. When I tried to log into my social media page, I got an incorrect password message. I tried again, but with the same result. From past experience, I knew that some sites will lock your account if you use the wrong password 3 times in a row. I was not in the mood to deal with calling customer service at the moment, so I tried a different approach. I created a new account so that I could log in. Then I went to my wife’s page only to find that she must have changed her privacy settings. I had often told her that she should do that, so her posts couldn’t be seen by everyone in the world. But she always said that she had nothing to hide. I on the other hand restricted who could see my page and posts. Unable to see anything on her page, I did a search for my page and it was found. That was strange as my privacy settings were such that only my friends should be able to see it. I clicked on the search results and the cursor began spinning and then my social media page came up. Someone must have hacked into my page and changed my password! As I stared at the Newsfeed on my social media page, everything became perfectly clear. As I scrolled down through all the posts on my page from the last 24 hours, staring in horror at my screen, I saw dozens of photos and videos that had been posted. Photos clearly showing my face, my naked body, my mouth sucking on a huge white cock, sucking a huge black cock, and photos of me with my legs in the air with bloody bare raw cocks buried in my ass. I clicked the video at the very top of my Newsfeed and as it began to play, there I was naked on my back with a long black cock entering my ass as I yelled out “Fill me with your toxic cum and knock me up!”. “Bury your cock deep inside me and fill my guts with your AIDS babies”. As I starred at the screen in shock, I suddenly realized that in addition to the hookup sites, Craigslist, my secret email account I used for ads/hookups, and the porn videos, I also had my social media page and everyday email account open on my computer when Daddy and Jimbo arrived. After they were done, they must have uploaded the photos and videos to my social media page, changed my privacy settings to Public and changed my password. Quickly I opened my everyday email account. Fortunately, they had not changed that password. Opening my Sent email folder my worst nightmare was staring me in the face. They had sent a couple of dozen mass emails to my entire contact list, each one blank except for a high resolution photo clearly showing the events of the previous night. As I sat there in shock, I became oblivious to everything around me. I already knew what I would find. But I opened the email account that I used for hookups. I sent an email off to Daddy and a got message back that it was not a valid email account. Daddy had created the account to communicate with me and then had deleted it. I shut all the windows on my screen and as I sat there in stunned silence starring at my Desktop, I noticed a new folder sitting there… CONVERSION. And then I felt it; my rock hard cock straining against the inside of my pants, trying its hardest to bob up and down!

When I was in college, being a cocky jock worked. But you have to accept that what works changes as you get older. Now, I'm at an age where the most attractive persona is muscle-daddy, so I work that. It's kind of funny because over Christmas I was with my family and my heterosexual brothers, a bit older than me and who haven't put the effort into keeping themselves up, were lamenting that their best days were long behind them. And all the time I was thinking, I have a 28 year old husband, a 20 year old fuckbuddy, a 27 year old fuckbuddy, and a 30 year old I hook up with occasionally. Really, it's a matter of taking care of yourself and willingness to adapt as you mature.

To train a total sub pussy boy, you have to prevent him from touching his cock and ejaculating by stimulating his penis. So with my boy, I've locked him in chastity (holy trainer) for 7 weeks now. He's not allowed to touch the device or his cock except to clean it. Punishment helps a lot here, as well as bondage at night so he can't touch or play with his cock or device. The goal is to reprogram him so that all stimulation comes from anal penetration. This could take a long time, so it's best to have a cb designed for long term wear. (very long term) Also you have to stimulate his prostrate as much as possible. Plug training here is a must. I've started him with different size plugs, working on longer time frames. He's now at 10 hours per day, and plugs are mandatory when he's taken out of the house. I've noticed physical activity while plugged gets his cock leaking. So this is a good sign. Also it's very important to share his pussy with whomever wants to fuck him. I've taken away all dildos and only use them on him myself for stretching or depth play. I also list him regularly on bbrt, craig's list, a4a and silverdaddies as a main source for anal/sexual stimulation. It seems to be working, the boy is craving cock like I could've have ever imagined. And looks or age are no longer an issue. Also his stamina when getting tagged or gang fucked has improved and what used to be painful is now pleasurable for him. The carrot and the stick also comes in handy, he gets praise for being a good pussy, and punished for not being an enthusiastic bottom. The 3 ingredients are simply 1) Total chasitty 2) Regular/long term plugging 3) Share, share, share. It takes time so be patient, and find a Dom that is patient and strict as well. Soon you will realize that the only cocks that are important are the ones that fuck you.

I answered this CL ad from a str8 black guy who got off on getting his foreskin worked and stated he couldn't find a woman who'd spend hours nursing on it...turns out the real reason woman didn't suck him off was he had the rankest cock ever - this guy could produce a weeks worth of cheese in an 8 hour workday - I spent a very happy year on my knees cleaning his foreskin before he was transferred up north...

I had been waiting patiently for my sons 18th birthday. It was finally almost here. Two more days. Two more days till he would finally be of some use to me. Until now the pathetic little emo brat had been nothing but a burden. But in two days he would finally start fufilling some purpose and no longer be a total waste of his daddy's cum. Granted, I had only had to look after him for the last two years, but it was a hassell. I knocked his mother up when were 17. I tried to make her get an abortion, but her parents wouldn't let her. Some religious bullshit reason. When I was 18, I was sent to prison for 15 years for armed robbery trying to get money to take care of the "accident". So yea I blamed him for being incarerated. Prison changes you. I entered as a teenage punk and left a hardened ex-con. The first five years I was a prison bitch, owned by the toughest fucker in the joint. He claimed me the second day I was in there, raping me in the showers. For five years I gave up my pussy to him and anyone he sold me to. Then he got shanked in the yard. Another guy tried to claim me, but I was older, wiser, and stronger. I fought for myself this time, and earned some respect. Soon I had my own prison pussy, a scrawny little bitch. I owned him until I was released. When I got out, I was able to find a shitty job and managed to find a dump of a trailer to live in. That's when the bitch showed up on my steps with our kid and his suitcase. She just dumped him with me and took off with some bikers. I could have just kicked him out on the street, but he was my blood. And like I said, prison changes you. I had developed a taste of hot boy ass, and the power of owning it. So I took him in knowing he'd be legal in two years. Now the wait was almost over. The cumstain had no idea what his future was going to hold for him. I had been planning and preparing for this day. I had saved up and bought a state of the art digital camera, knowing it was an investment for what I was going to make off the boy. The morning of his birthday, he came out to the living room to find me sitting in my chair, smoking, wearing just a pair of dirty boxerbreifs, my chest and arms of prison tatoos on full display. He started to get some cereal in the kitchen, but I called him over. "Its your birthday son," I started. "I have a little present for you." I handed him a glass pipe with some crystals in it. Now, I know he's done drugs. I've smelled pot and alcohol on him many times. But I don't know what else he's done. I knew he knew what I had just handed him. "Go ahead son, you're a man now. Join Daddy in a smoke." He was a little hesitant, but I pushed it up to his lips and lit a lighter, melting the crystals. He took a big bit, coughing out a large white cloud. "Go ahead, take another one son." I encouraged him. He took another big hit, not coughing so much. I kept encouraging him to take more, and the dumb bitch didn't even realize I wasn't hitting it. After his 6th big hit, the pipe was empty and he flopped back on the couch. I knew he was flying, and I knew it was time for his real present. He wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes, so it was really easy to rip his jeans and underwear off of him. "What the fuck Dad?" he started, but a couple hard slaps across his face silenced him. "Shut the fuck up boy!" I ordered him. "The free ride is over. From now on you're going to earn your existence!" His skinny,pale body was no match for my pumped up muscles. I had had him naked and on his stomach before he knew what hit him. Ripping off my shorts I lined up my hard 8 inch cock up to his hole, and spit a couple loogies on my dick for lube. Holding his shoulders down I forced my cock in his virgin hole as hard as I could. He howled as I breached his ass ring, pushing my mushroom head into him and continuing till I was buried to my balls. I felt a warm wetness surround my cock as his cherry was ripped apart. He thrashed and cried beneath me begging for me to stop. I just started fucking him hard and deep, loving the red that covered my dick everytime I pulled out. God damn it was nice to have some hot boy ass again! I was going to make him a great whore. I pulled all the way out, looking at his busted open pussy, red oozing out of it, and rammed back in to the hilt, causing more howling from the cunt. I just kept on pounding his new pussy over and over. Eventually he quieted down and actually started moaning, and soon was pushing his ass back on me. "That's right boy. Ride your daddy's cock. Feel good boy? That's the cock that made your worthless life bitch. But now you have a purpose! You're going to be my whore and make daddy lots of money!" He just moaned beneath me as I talked dirty to him. "That's right bitch, moan for me. I know your faggot ass loves it. This is why you were born! Now take my cum. Take your daddy's cum in your whore cunt!" I pumped my son full of my cum as his pussy milked me dry, sucking my sperm deep in his guts. When I finished breeding his new cunt, I unloaded with a torrent of piss, making him my urinal. "Don't worry about school, I said, pulling out of him as his ravaged hole leaked piss and cum, "you won't be going there anymore. You'll be too busy working for me!" I turned off the camera knowing I had something totally hot to sell on the internet.

There it was again. I was cruising through Craigslist, jacking-off to the pictures of bodies and cocks as I read the posts, and there it was: two big cock dads looking to share a twink. I grunted in pleasure. I loved this post. Every time I read it, it got me so hard I could barely contain myself. In the advertisement were two photographs of enormous cocks. Although the advertisement didn't contain a photograph of either guy, the size of their cocks was enough to get me excited. I had recently turned 22 and had minimal experience. I'd only ever bottomed for one guy who I had dated, but after he left for grad school, my needs were largely unmet and my sexual frustration increased as time when on, becoming almost too much to control. I'm 5'4', 150 pounds, half Puerto Rican, half white, good looking, with good definition and nice arms, and oh, I'm a total masculine pig bottom in the sheets. Finding dates and sex was never hard, but it seemed as if I was generally more masculine than the guys who wanted me, and I was not inclined to let such guys fuck me, so needless to say, in the year since my boyfriend left, I had only given three or four blow jobs. I never really trusted Craigslist but the attitude of the guys in the ad seemed so hot, I answered it. A few minutes later I received a reply asking for my age and phone number. I know I looked a little young but answered back any way asking to for some body pics of the guys. I received a text a few minutes later directing me to come to a certain address, adding that if I didn't like what they were offering, I could leave, but I would like it, (which I would), and if I stayed, (which I would), I would have to please the Daddies - however they wanted. Fuck, I thought, this is so fuckin' hot! So, just as instructed, I drove over to the address and approached the back door, which I found open. and texted that I had arrived. I immediately received a reply instructing me to enter the building and lock the door behind myself. Doing so, I entering into a dark room where two guys were sitting on a couch, drinking beer and, watching what I understood to be porn on a television. From what I could see, the first guy was at least 6 feet tall, was in his late 30s, was generally smooth, although he sported some large tribal tatts on his arms, and that he had a head of black hair and had a goatee. His chest and arms were frankly amazing, but I could see where he was getting a little soft on the sides. Even more enticing, however, was the cock that hung between his legs. It was one of the cocks that had been posted in the Craigslist advertisement. It was eight long (while soft) and looked as thick as my Gillette shaving cream can. Sitting next to him was the second Daddy. He was shorter than the first Daddy and, with a thick beard and hairy chest and abdomen, he was a bit of a wolf. He wasn't insanely hairy, but he came across as very manly - with a bit of a thick body. His cock, however, seemed as long as that of the other guy, however, as I stood in the doorway watching him pull on it, and as my eyes continued adjusted to the darkness, I saw it was thicker than a coke can. Both men looked like they were smoking joints, but the smell was stronger and different from any weed I'd ever smelled before. Wolf Daddy raised his hand in my direction and gestured me into the room. I walked in, somewhat tentative, as the smell of the thick white smoke they were enjoying was making me a little bit dizzy. "So, you like what you see?" Wolf Dad asked, smiling evilly at me. I nodded slowly. With that, Tattoo Dad stood up, lording his power me, and said one word: "Strip." I'd never given a strip tease in my life except for the occasional time I'd slowly take off my shirt when I was entering the community pool. I slid my jeans off, kicking my shoes off at the same time. The dizziness I experience, however, with the white smoke that permeated the room, got to me and I ended-up stumbling down to the floor on one knee. When I looked-up, Tatt Dad's enormous and soft cock head was in my face. I looked up at him and it, and he stared at me, his expression flat and emotionless. A large bead of precum had begun to form on the uncut tip of his cock and I thought to myself 'I might as well get started' so I opened my mouth as widely as I could, and took the head of his cock into my mouth and began to suck. FUCK! His cock tasted amazing and his pre-cum was thick and salty. As I pleasured his tool, Tatt Dad's head rolled back to look at the ceiling as I worked more of his soft cock into my mouth. As I did my best to satisfy him, I finished kicking off my shoes and jeans and was glad I was wearing some sexy underwear, some baby blue aussie bum briefs. Tatt Dad's cock was swelling-up, and in so doing, its thickness gradually increased. When I originally took it into my mouth, even soft I was afraid I wouldn't be able to do it justice. Now erect, yet another inch was added to the challenge, with the result that when I went down on him as far as I could, and had effectively reached rock-bottom, there were still another two inches of prime cock meat separating his balls from my chin. Tatt Dad, however, knew how to train me. When I went down on him, he positioned his arm around the back of my head, and he would hold me there for a few seconds before letting me come back up for air. Then he sat down and I did my damnedest to worship his cock, but couldn't seem to push my mouth any further down his cock, but once again, Tatt Dad knew how to get what he wanted, because when I went down, his grip on my head tightened and he pushed me further down his cock, forcing it past the stopping point. I could feel it curve down into my throat stretching to reach new levels of cock-sucking competence. Tatt Dad pumped his cock again and again past this point, my eyes widened as I was utterly amazed at what I was achieving in swallowing his cock, without the usual gagging. Each time we went through this cycle, he would pull me off his cock at the last second, until after about ten such cycles, he withdrew and let go of my head. I collapsed to the floor as the oxygen poured into my lungs. Wolf Dad chuckled and I saw his fully erect 8.5 inch, vein-covered cock, thicker than a can of beer. He called me over and when I knelt between his knees, he grabbed the collar of my shirt and unceremoniously ripped it off with his bare hands, tearing it down the back and throwing it aside. He grabbed my head as he slapped my face with his thick dick. I remember thinking his cock-slaps probably resembled the experience of being hit with a two by four - or so I imagined - his thick, hard wood slapping me about the face until finally he pushed his way into my mouth. I choked. He pulled me off and slapped me hard on the face before pushing me back on it. I choked again and he slapped me and threw my head away from him. 'Fuck', I thought, 'these guys are fucking rough'. Tatt Dad stood up and wagged his long dick in my face. I couldn't help but grunt in approval and take it in my mouth. About then I felt Wolf Dad climb behind me, grab my underwear, and before I could protest, he tore a hole in the ass end and slapped my ass hard. I yelped more in surprise than from pain as, simultaneously, Tatt Dad again forced his cock down my throat, again past the point of no return. Fortunately I was ready, and didn't gag, even finding a way to breath around his cock as he flexed his muscle deep inside my throat. I grunted with pleasure when I felt him flex his dick again and again, and then felt Wolf Dad pour what I assumed to be lube on my hole. I could tell the stuff was somewhat sticky, still it did a decent job in readying me to accommodate Wolf Dad's thick fingers that he was determined to push into my hole. DAMMMN! The stretching of my ass lips was a shock, but Wolf Dad was relentless. I tried to focus on deep-throating, but the finger fucking my hole was hard and rough. Then I felt something small and hard being forced into my hole, and instantly my hole was burning. I tried to pull off check-out the new assault, but Tatt Dad held me in place as Wolf Dad finger-fucked me with whenever was now deep in my hole. It burned and stung but slowly I could feel my heart start to race. My head swam and I could focus on the finger in my hole, stuffing me and stretching me, as the cock in my throat pushed its way further down my throat. I looked up and felt like things were moving in slow motion. I was now watching Tatt Dad's cock pull-out of my mouth and stab himself back-in, ball-deep. I could feel the pressure as my nose met the base of his body over and over. I moaned with him. My hips began to gyrate without control. Wolf Dad I know now had three fingers in my hole. I felt him add each one and the sensation was incredible. My hole felt for lack of a better word hungry. It was resistant to the stretching but the feeling was amazing. I felt the fingers push into me inch for inch and finally I felt him rubbing the head of his cock against my hole. His wet hands wrapped around my hips and he slammed himself in. The first sensation was a shock. My eyes went wide. I knew there was pain excruciating pain happening, but I looked up and watched Tatt Dad's head throw back again and again he thrust into my mouth. As I felt the enormous cock push into me from behind at the same time, I felt my knees and legs begin to shake, it seemed as if I was being ripped in two by the cock in my ass. The stretching sensation and pain were beyond anything I had ever dreamt. I know I was screaming, but I was pretty much deaf to the sound of my own cries. Eventually I felt two heavy large balls resting on my ass. Tatt Dad pulled out of my throat and my head and shoulders hit the floor as Wolf Dad pushed me down and I felt him flex his huge cock in my hole. He was growling as he flexed it and I felt my ass cheeks being manipulated. I swear I could hear my insides moving to accommodate him. Then Wolf Dad began to fuck me. 'OHHH! GODDD!' I screamed, as I felt the cock begin to pull out of me. Because my ass had never before experienced his girth, not surprisingly I was hugging his cock, and with each withdraw of his cock, it felt as though he was gonna pull out my insides as he pulled back. 'OOOOH MY FUCKING GOD!' I again yelled as he pumped back in, balls-deep. I felt his large hand grab my hair and pull up forcing my back to arch as I looked up to the cieling seeing a giant mirror. I watched as beer can thick dick pulled out and slammed back into me from my reflection above. My mouth was wide open. I heard my self moaning and yelling, but it was surreal watching myself getting fucked so damn good. Then the lights came on. Tatt Dad was holding a video camera recording and smiling. I looked directly into the camera yelling and moaning as my life was being fucked out of me. His mouth moved but all I could hear was the sound of my own grunting and the pounding of balls slapping my ass. "You like that cum slut," I finally heard Tatt Dad say. I looked straight at the camera, shook my head 'no', and bit my lip, then forced myself back on the cock behind me let out a loud moan 'FUCK YES!' Both Tatt Dad and Wolf Dad exploded with a "Yeaaaah!!" as I pushed myself back on the cock that was assaulting me. I grunted and fucked myself again and again as Wolf Dad began slapping my ass cheeks with firm slaps with every time I made it, balls deep. Naturally I continued fucking myself hard on Wolf Dad's incredible cock. Finally Wolf Dad pulled out completely, and rolled me over onto my back, as Tatt Dad handed him the camera. I noticed Tatt Dad's wagging dick was covered in streaks of pink and red. "I FUCKING LOVE A GOOD FRESHLY LOOSE BOY HOLE!" Tatt Dad grunted as he kicked open my legs and pushed himself into me, looking into my eyes as his dick stretched my hole again, this time deeper, rather than wider. I felt him hit a stopping point in me and I shook my head, moaning in pain, but no, but he just slammed himself in and I felt a hard 'pop' as he pounded into my second hole. My head flew back and hit the floor as my back arched upward and he began fucking my second hole with the same roughness that broke down the integrity of my first hole. I grabbed the back of my knees and pulled my legs up and open, figuring doing so would open-up my ass even wider to accommodate the two fuck monsters. "YOU LIKE THAT DADDY DICK, YOU FUCKING SLUT!" Tatt Dad growled as he fucked me, to which I grunted my reply "OH, FUCK DADDY! FUCK DADDY, FUCK, OH DADDY, FUCK!" "YEAH, TAKE THAT DADDY DICK, BOY, TAKE IT! FUUUCK!" I was lost, my head swimming in the experience. Finally Tatt Dad pulled out, and I lay there shaking, as Wolf Dad climbed back on top of me, slid in, and resumed where he had left off. "YOU READY FOR YOUR FIRST LOAD, YOU SLUT?" Wolf Dad exclaimed. "FUCK...YE..YESS!" I moaned in assent between his thrusts. Finally Wolf Dad pulled out and I felt streams of cum shoot over my hole and balls. He wiped his cock in his own cum load, and shoved himself back in. The camera came in close to my face and I heard Tatt Dad ask "You like that daddy cum inside you, boy?" "Yes fuck yes sir" I whimpered softly. Tatt Dad then lifted me up, and sitting on the the couch, encouraging me to sit on his cock. My hole was so hungry. I climbed onto the couch, positioning myself over his cock, and leaning forward and holding onto his shoulders, I slid down on his pole in one smooth movement, gyrating my hips to maximize our pleasure. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I concentrated on milking a load out of him. After a minute or so, Tatt Dad grabbed me by the neck and pulled me against his chest, just as I felt Wolf Dad's hard cock pushing up against my hole. I screamed in protest, but they would have none of that, and were apparently prepared for my reaction, as Tatt Dad shoved a cloth on my face as I gasped in pain, and breathing in the fumes of the substance with which the cloth was soaked, my head swam and my hole relaxed, but not enough for what was coming. Wolf Dad forced his cock into me and I felt myself tearing inside. I tried to scream, but only inhaled more of the strange, dense aroma from the cloth, which made me dizzy and distracted me from the pain. At some point I realized Tatt Dad was video taping this encounter, including the culmination of the double-dicking when I felt their cum blowing inside me. Then I passed out. When I woke up I was laying on a bed which was shaking because there was someone on me. I didn't recognize the guy between my legs. He was older and bald, but not in horrible shape, but smelled like musk. I felt him push deep inside and could feel his cum shooting into me. I looked around as he climbed off me and saw a room full of guys fucking and sucking. I was in the middle of an orgy. I saw Wolf Dad walk up to me and he put his mouth between my legs as he tongued my hole, felching the fresh load that had just been deposited inside me. I couldn't help but moan in pleasure. Then Wolf Dad climbed over me, shoved his dick in, and spat the load all over my face. Instinctively I licked and tried to swallow his spit. Wolf Dad pumped me a few times and yelled as he blew yet another load. He was apparently still good for another one. I looked to my side, and saw Tatt Dad who was seated in a chair just a few feet from the bed, and who was fucking a boy who looked vaguely familiar. As I watched, a large muscular black man climbed on top of me and shoved his dick in, balls-deep. I grunted as he fucked me. "YEAH BOY, YEAH" he muttered over and over as he shoved his cock balls deep. I was utterly stunned by the scenes of debauchery. Then I realized where I had seen the boy who was the object of Tatt Dad's attention: he was an acclaimed lacrosse player who had been on the news after having gone missing a few months earlier. I watched as Tatt Dad pulled out, jerked himself a couple of times, blowing his load all over the guy's asshole, only to shove four fingers into the guy's ass (with ease!), massaging the cum into him. The boy moaned and groaned, his muscular body buckling under the power of Tatt Dad hand's pushing into him. I returned my attention the massive black man who was fucking me. He finally shot his load deep inside my hole, making my toes curl as a long grunt escaped my lips. "You always have the fucking best men!" the black man announced as Wolf dad began to felch the load out of my hole again. He walked over to the lacrosse player and shoved his still dick, which was still fully erect, inside the guy's ass. "Fuck," he said, "I forgot how good this one is. Can you add one more to my tab?" "Go for it" Tatt Dad replied, as Wolf Dad pushed back into me, his girth stretching my ass anew. I groaned in pleasure. "Fuck yeah, boy!" he murmured softly and gruffly in my ear. As he kissed me he snowballed into my mouth some of the cum he'd taken from my hole. Of course I eagerly drank it. "You think you still want some more boy?" he asked. I nodded, let my head fall back, and as he sucked on my body and continued to fuck me, I thought 'Oh man, fuck me....'

I want to arrange my first breeding party as a bottom. I'm a beefy hairy guy who loves loads and fists and toys but really want to be able to brag about taking dozens of loads one day.

Shameless I dated Scott for several years way back when. Looking back now I can see he was an absolute train wreck but he was good at sex and for awhile that was enough. His lips also felt amazing when he swallowed my cock. His usual practice was to popper up and suck and lick my cock as he fingered my hole, segueing to eating my ass, then to use toys on my hole to open me up, and when he determined I was ready, he would align his cock with my hole and sink in balls deep in one long push. He never lasted long but tended to stay hard after shooting, and would go back and forth in using toys and fucking my hole. It was absolutely amazing. Scott was also poz, and the first time I sat down on his bare cock and watched his face as he pumped up into me and eventually flooded my ass with his poz load, well what can I say? I was hooked. His was the first knowingly poz load I ever took. Back then, as now, I was 100% vers but he would only top me, so we would get into three-ways and groups if only so I could at least occasionally get to fuck some ass. Of course he always fucked the other guys, usually fucking them first, loading up several of the asses, so I could slide in afterwards, Scott's poz load the only lube. Without exception, I found the sight of Scott fucking another guy to be an incredible turn-on, and even if he wasn't supportive of the idea that I should be allowed to get fucked by the other guys, and he actively tried to distract me when I tried to get another guy to slip his cock into my ass. Naturally this led to more than some hard feelings. In the final review, we worked our way through quite a few tops and bottoms, but seldom did I get fucked. One Halloween we went to a bar and met another couple. One was dressed like Superman and soon we all headed back to their place. They were a poz/neg couple like we were but they wouldn’t say which was which. We got naked and sat in the hot tub kissing and sucking and then took it inside. The older member of the other couple was kissing Scott and I was playing with the one who had been dressed as Superman. He fingered my hole and felt the load my guy had put in me before we left home and he whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me and I was all for it. I glanced over at Scott who was deep in a 69 with the other guy. Before I knew it my legs were on Superman's shoulders and was sliding into my ass. We had all been drinking and partying and his fuck was not exactly gentle. He pounded into my hole with deep long strokes which quickly got the attention of the other two. I expected my guy to be upset but he actually encouraged them to both fuck me. And fuck me they did. All three of them took turns keeping my holes full of cock. It was one of the best nights of fucking I have ever had. All three fucked loads deep into me. Afterwards we talked for a bit and then Scott and Superman fell asleep. The older of the other couple and I went out to the hot tub and he sank his average length but extremely thick cock back into my well fucked hole and kissed me as he took his time this go round. He told he was the poz one as he fucked another load into me. He fingered my hole and feed me part of the loads that had been fucked into me and kissed me again and again. We left not long after and Scott told me how he had wanted to fuck Superman and even though he didn’t how turned on he had gotten sharing me with that other couple. When we got home he fucked me again—hard, rough, and quick. My mouth and ass sore but extremely satisfied.

As a bottom I love it when I have a cock pounding my ass while I suck on a big one at the same time. Even better when the top shoots a big load in my ass while the other one squirts one down my throat. I love a spitroast. Satisfies both my ass and mouth. Usually that only happens when I have a date with a couple (my profile pic is from one of those dates recently). It's difficult to get three single guys together so a couple is easier. Dating couples though can be complicated as they tend to look after their partner's sexual pleasures and are more focused on their own (both) satisfaction than yours. You usually just end up to be the tool to spice up their sex life. What do you think? Any experiences to share as a single guy having a date with couples? The date I had from which the profile pic comes from ended up with one of the couple getting jealous because his BF was apparently in love with my ass and could not stop fucking me. He practically threw me out of the house as soon as both came.

Part 2. Chris tried to open his mouth as wide as he could before he put his lips around the head of Jay's big black cock while he held the smoke in his lung . But Jays cock had a big mushroom head and Chris ran out of breath before he got the whole head in his mouth and blew out the white cloud smoke before he could get it all in his mouth. Jay told Chris to stretch his jaw few times before he gave him the second hit. It helped Chris to stretch his mouth wider and second time his lips were wrapped around the underside of the mushroom when he exhaled the cloud. As the white cloud started to fade away, Chris looked up at Jays face for further instructions. Jay told Chris to stick his tongue out and saliva started pour out of chris's mouth and ran down the shaft of Jays cock. Jay told Chris to keep looking up at him as he grabbed Chris head with one hand and started to push it down to make Chris take more of his cock. At first Jay pushed Chris head gently as he urged Chris to take more of his cock with each push. Around half way, Jay felt chris' throat tightening around his cock to signal gag reflex and Jay used both of his hands to roughly push chris' head down to his crotch. Surprisingly Chris kept his teeth out of the way even during this assault of his throat and Jay was pleased by that. When Chris nose hit the thick wiry public hair, Jay kept him down there while Chris struggled to push and gagged on his cock. Jay felt the wet tight throat muscle squeezing ar poo under his shaft uncontrollably for few minutes but it stooped as Chris conditioned his throat to relax. Jay held Chris down for almost a minute before he let him go and watched Chris face all wet with tear, sweat, saliva and mucus. After Chris started to breath more regularly Jay fed him the third hit of the bong and told him to go all the way down before exhaling. Chris did just as he was told and Jay was surprised how quickly the boy was learning to deep throat his big cock. "Dann, u r such a good cock sucker. Are you sure you've never done it before, slut?" Jay started to tease Chris while he held his head down on the base of his cock. Chris felt his face burning with embarrassment but at the same time he felt somewhat proud that he learned to sick his first cock so fast. Jay let go of Chris head and told him to stay down and choke on his cock til he tells him to stop. Chris pulled back after few seconds and Jay slapped him hard couple of times. "Bitch, I told u to stay down til I tell u to stop." Chris felt humiliated and his whOle body felt hot. At first Chris thought it was from blushing but he started to feel different kind of heat all over his body like he's never felt before. As he choked himself on jays cock and kept pushing his own face on jays public hair, he felt light headed from combination of the drugs and the lack of air. Jay started walk backwards slowly and told Chris to keep his cock in his mouth. He led the young boy to crawl after his cock on his knees to the bedroom.

I don't mind just being used as a tool... It rather turns me on, actually, when I feel I'm just a sex toy with a pulse, and not really a person they feel the need to consider in any way. (And I don't mind being thrown out once the tops have come. After all, if I have my loads I'm happy!)

A Tumblr link https://www.tumblr.com/video/dgoodrim/155386107573/250/ If anyone knows where the original video came from (not the Tumblr blog that posted it), I'd be grateful

Any stories of sharing you got or gave an STD and it did or didn't go well? Do you allow repeat offenders? The couple I've had, I was the receiver and while annoyed and wished people would be more vigilant of their health, I wasn't upset with them. I take responsible for my own sexual health. Stealthing and deception are another idea, but even so, I'm not much of a begrudger. When I was worried that I had passed something along, I was direct and told them "hey, just FYI, there may be...." and they were good sports about it. Luckily, their tests came back neg or they said they'd be vigilant and I didn't hear anything else about it. I was talking to a buddy yesterday and he was saying a FB of his gave him chlimydia three consecutive times, but the guy was sincerely sorry... I would've cut him off my roster, but instead, they still fuck, just with condoms.

Who has a twisted mind? The author or Daddy and Jimbo?

I've been in a pretty slutty mood this week. On Monday, I had posted an ad looking for a bj. I only got one decent response and it was from a 40 yo married guy. We settled on 1:30 behind this local hotel and he would blow me in his car before I go in to work (which, oddly enough, is right across from my job lol). But then a really cute guy on grindr hit me up. He happened to be around the corner from me, but I couldn't host so I asked if he was down for some car fun and he said he was. So we eventually settled on a local car was (again, the car wash was less than a mile down the road from where I work). So I meet up with the guy at the car wash, he hops in my car, and sucks and swallows me right there in the car wash. After he finishes, he tells me he also bottoms (wish he had told me that sooner). We part ways and hopefully we hook up again. Even though I just got drained, I was still horny. So I go to that hotel and meet up with the married dude. I hop in his backseat and he sucks and swallows me. He asks me if he can hit me up to swallow some loads in the future and I say sure. After getting drained twice, I head over to work only to find out I'm 30 min early (what are the chances lol). On Tuesday, I really wanted to suck some cock so I posted an ad on cl looking for some suitors. I'm kinda iffy on inviting people over sometime, so I went over to another apartment complex and planned to use one of the several storage compartments that are left empty and unlocked. One guy hits me up, I invite him over, have him come up to the storage compartment, and I suck and swallow his load in the dark. After that, I didn't have much luck finding dick so I call it quits and head home. Later that night, a guy hits my ad up and we chat a little bit. Since it's almost 3 am, I end up accidentally falling asleep on him. I wake up around 7 am notice his missed messages and reply to one in the hopes he might still be down. Luckily, he messages me back and invites me over. I head over (which is actually his parent's house), we head down to the basement and I start blowing him. As I'm sucking him, I gradually make my way down to his balls. As I give more and more attention to his balls, I notice that he's slowly but surely presenting his ass to me. I'm not much of a fan of rimming, but I couldn't resist. I start to eat and finger his ass. I finger his ass and simultaneously suck him off until he blasts a load down my throat. He thanks me, sneaks me out, and I text him and offer a willing mouth whenever he would like. Today, I was kinda tired of the oral stuff and wanted some ass. Post an ad and check bbrt, but no bites. Eventually I hit up a guy on a4a. He was looking for an anon pump n dump and he was 2 miles from me. Turns out we've actually fucked before, but we linked up through grindr. I don't waste any time and head over there and deposit a nice warm load in his ass. Satisfied, I head home. Right now I'm planning on breeding a bttm I've fucked before after I get off work tomorrow night.

I've had those nights where I kinda cruise around checking bbrt and cl for bttms to seed. The most i've done in one night was three different bttms but i've done that scenario like twice. Sometimes my dick just gets horny for more.

Truvada comes off patent in 2021. It's part of why there's such a push to develop injectables and reformulations. If the ACA were to survive -- it's not -- you'd have seen more downward pressure on Truvada's cost before 2021. We'll get to cheaper Truvada, it's just going to take a while. Well, Hep-C isn't a big issue for HIV- people. There are some cases of transmission between negative people, but outside of injecting drugs or fisting, its really difficult to do. The best way to prevent Hep C transmission in negative people is to keep people that way. Herpes is a risk, but herpes is a risk for everyone. It's a skin-to-skin transmitted disease. So you can wrap yourself from neck to knee in a plastic wrap, and still get it if you kiss a person. Truvada in HIV- people, is little stronger than aspirin. The majority of bodies have no problem tolerating it. And because of how well its tolerated in HIV+ bodies long term, if there was no other option ever coming down the pike, Truvada would still be a pretty good option for people. But not everyone will be slutty across the days of their life. People change. People go through "seasons of risk" as Bob Grant says. So while some people will probably take PrEP (in whatever form) for decades, but others will go off and on it as needed. Others will disagree, but I just can't see relying on data provided by someone else regarding STIs is a better policy than regular testing yourself. Taking PrEP, being checked at least quarterly -- if not more frequently -- is still the best way to make sure I'm not carrying around hitchhiker. Someone telling me they aren't, someone showing me a site or a printout, might reduce the odds a bit, but the only way to be certain is to be tested. On demand PrEP, the 2:2:1 method, is a valid way of taking PrEP. It's not common Stateside because the testing was for daily PrEP. But the French have rolled it out, and there will be some longer term studies about if its already high level of protection is exactly the same as daily use. I've taken anti-depressants since I was 21. I'm 47 now. I expect to take some kind of anti-depressant and some kind of PrEP until I fall asleep for the final time.

Thanks, yes we have an open relationship, just haven't told him about some recent fucks. It's a bit hotter to hold out a bit.

Well that was a fucking hot read.

A few years ago I got a message from a guy staying at a local hotel who said he needed to get fucked. Less than an hour later I pushed open the door he had left propped open, and stepped into the darkened room. The light from the hall showed me the guy naked on his hands and knees waiting for me. As the door swung shut I started undressing and made my way over to him. I got on my knees, spread his cheeks and buried my face in his ass. One hand went down to his cock which was nice and hard. I pulled it back between his legs and licked it from base to tip and back again. I pulled on his balls and sucked the head of his cock in my mouth and his moans let me know he was enjoying it. I alternated sucking his cock and eating his ass his moan letting me know he was enjoying it as much as I was. My cock was hard and needed some attention so I climbed on the bed in front of him and fed him my cock. He started by licking around the head but my hand on the back of his head encouraged him to take me deeper. When he got his lips around the base of my cock I held him there and pumped deeper into his throat. This seemed to turn him on ever more and he worked my cock like only a true cocksucker can. Everyone thinks he can suck cock, but when you find a guy who fucking loves it, you know immediately and the only thing to do sit back and enjoy. I pulled him up and into a kiss tasting a bit of alcohol on his breath. We rubbed against each other and while the slide of his cock against mine felt good, I wanted his ass. So I stood up, pulled him to the edge of the bed, we both took a hit of poppers, I lined up my cock and rammed into him until he had every inch of me deep inside his ass. I didn’t wait for his ass to adjust to the girth of my cock, no, I just piston fucked into him over and over grabbing his hips and pulling him onto me. We were both lost in the moment, moaning and encouraging each other. After several minutes I pulled out and flipped him over and slid right back in, spreading his legs wide and deep dicking him again. The fuck was good but it was not about finesse it was about two guys who needed to get off. I pumped his ass until he shot over his stomach and then I let myself flood his ass with my load. Afterwards I let his legs fall around my waist, scooped his load off of his stomach and fed it to him, then leaned down and kissed him. I never learned his name, and he never learned mine. In fact, we scarcely exchanged a word. It was an example of anonymous sex at its best.

So there's this guy I've been chatting with for a while, we play every now and then but only recently discussed some of our more intense shared fetishes. We both like watersports, group play, anonymous encounters to name a few. He lives in LA and I'm in San Diego, so one of us has to travel for us to play, so it doesn't happen all the time. We've discussed going to a bath house together for some time, but haven't made it happen. This is partly because of timing but also since I had never been to one - until recently. A few weeks ago I was in LA and had a few hours to myself, so I hit him up and asked if he wanted to head out to Midtowne spa, and unfortunately he was busy. I was too excited to not head out by myself so I told him I'd be there and if he got free to show up. He never did, but I had some fun this first visit. Not wanting to catch anything my first time out, I set an agenda of only oral/jo, no fucking without a condom (boring I know). First thing I did was head to the showers and within less than a minute of being in the place had someone sucking my cock and then rimming my hole haha. I wanted to check out the rest of the place so I thanked him and walked around. Loved playing in the dark rooms, sucked several guys off, only detractor was a clingy guy who wanted to hear my whole life story haha. Eventually found myself in a group of two or three guys, me sucking one guy off, a guy sucking me off, and a guy fingering/rimming my hole. Was very hot, at one point the guy sucking me almost started fucking me, I didn't stop him but I guess he just wanted to keep sucking me. After being there for a bit and having my fun I left and that was that - safe(ish) fun at the bath house. Fast forward to New Years, was in Vegas with friends and managed to get away at some point. I was drunk/stoned so I was feeling very uninhibited, and wanted to try another bath house. I went to entourage, and the venue was kind of disappointing in comparison to Midtowne in LA. That being said, the venue more than sufficed So, I again had my agenda mainly set for oral/jo but I guess this time I didn't follow those rules as well haha. I was in the dark room and a 20's hispanic guy, a little chubby, was in the sling. It was too hot to pass up, so I began topping him, but I guess he chickened out and got up and left. After that there was lots of sucking/making out with randoms in the dark room, but a lot of them were very fit. I guess the younger crowd came out to the baths for new years haha. One guy played with my ass basically all night, I think I would've let him fuck me but he never got hard enough. I suspect he'd already cum before that night so couldn't get it up. Still had fun with him nonetheless. I was jacking off with this beefy/muscular guy, and I assumed he was a total top just based on how masculine he was. Out of nowhere he turned around and shoved his hole on my cock, and I was topping him, never discussed it, never discussed status, just all of a sudden I was topping him haha. His hole was pretty slick/wet so I have to assume he'd taken loads that night. I was close to cumming already so I just let it happen and eventually came in him. He walked away and that was that, a very hot time in the dark room. I left soon after and walked around the baths and saw two hot older guys, one 40's extremely fit/muscular and the other 50's+ with grey hair. They were in the showers that were labelled WS, and I was hoping I could watch/join some hot piss play, but the 50's guy walked away when I came by. The 40's muscular guy and I played by ourselves for a bit, him sucking me. I think this was the first time I've played with someone so muscular, and it was very hot haha. He invited me back to his room, and so I went with him. He pulled out a bag of coke and asked me if I wanted any - told him that wasn't my thing but he could. After doing a line off my cock he went back to sucking me off, and I shot my last load in his mouth in the room. I left his room and chilled in the jacuzzi before leaving the place. Overall I had a great time, now I just have to wait to get STD test results back lol.

Go for it. Like real slut I take all the cocks I can.

Well it is hottt in the concept of loving your hole breeded with lots of different men cum no matter who it comes from. I love that idea of it. If you're not in a monogamous relationship with your bf and it's an open relationship I guess it's OK but if you're in a monogamous relationship cheating is not cool bc If you're with someone who doesn't want anything you catch and bring home to him then it's wrong bc he's thinking you're committed to him only. Now is hottt still fuck yeah please do that to me you can be my boyfriend or husband and I will welcome you to go out and get your hole used and abused filled up with complete strange men's cum and cum back and tell me all about it as long as I get to eat and lick your hole as you're telling me the stories of how it went down while I get to clean your hole out tonguing it and just slobbing up their deposited loads and taste your ass and then you will let me fuck you as you're still telling me the stories. In fact if you wanted It that bad I'd let you search and find your tricks and bring them home and fuck or get fucked by all the tricks you found at once and I get to watch them all fuck you and video it all and then y'all can flip fuck me and gang bang your boyfriend and film me too.

I got a text the other day from a couple I used to fool around with a few years ago. They are a black couple, one in his late 60’s and the other just turned 40 who had moved out of town but were now back visiting family. The older guy has what can only be described as a HUGE cock. He has a penile implant and when he activates it his cock gets rock hard and stays that way even after he shoots. They were staying at a local hotel and wanted to know if I would be interested in getting together. Of course! We made plans and a few hours later I was knocking on their door. The younger of the couple opened the door and as he closed it he pushed me up against it and started kissing and rubbing against me. No hello, just right to it. I completely approve. He told me his partner was not back yet but would be there anytime. I asked if we should wait for him and he said no and dropped to his knees and unbuckled my pants and pulled them down freeing my cock which he started licking and sucking. I love a guy who really enjoys sucking and this guy absolutely knew what he was doing. I pulled my shirt off and kicked out of my pants and got on the bed all the while he never let go of my cock. We got into a 69 position and were really getting into it when he partner came back. He quickly got undressed and sat on the side of the bed telling us what he wanted us to do for him. He got between us and told us he wanted us both to suck him. His cock is huge and both of us got to work on it. Soon he told me he wanted to watch me fuck his boy. He had him get on his back and place his legs around my waist and then he lined my cock up to his boys hole and guided me into him. I leaned forward kissing as I was fucking my cock into him and then felt the older guy licking my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart and really worked his tongue in me then would lick my cock as it fucked in and out of his boy. He stood up rubbing his cock against my hole and without another word slid the fat head into me. It was that good stretch. Hurts some but you just know it is going to be worth it. He teased my hole with the head of his cock for a bit then slid further and further in until I had all of his cock in me. I was balls deep in one guy and had his partner buried all the way in me at the same time and it felt amazing. It took a bit to get the rhythm worked out but soon he was fucking my cock deeper into his partner every time he pushed into me. We switched places a few times. The older guy only topped but the younger guy and I are vers, so we took turns fucking each other and each of us took the older guy's big cock. Eventually the younger guy shot his load as I fucked mine into his ass. Then his partner got behind me and rammed his cock into me. Not gentle at all and fucked hard and fast until he blasted his load in me. Because of the penile implant he stayed hard and slowly fucked me as I kissed his partner. I felt that cock and those fucks for a few days afterwards and loved it.

PrEP is not accessible to everyone. Accepting the possibility of pozing for someone who lives a "perfectly good heterosexual sex life" is not easy because the consequences of your actions fall on many other people like spouse and children and having to face the heterosexual world as an HIV+ individual. I would suggest you evaluate how important it is for you to stay HIV-negative and how devastating would it be if you became poz. If you don't care about HIV then just go for it and become a slut to horny guys in darkrooms. If you need to remain HIV-negative because pozing would complicate your personal life, you need some protection from HIV. One solution is PrEP but the problem is that you are still exposed to other infections not protected by PrEP. You need now to evaluate whether or not being exposed to other infections like Syphilis has to be avoided at all cost or you can afford being the risk of infection. If you can handle the curable infections and accept a low risk of Herpes and Hepc-C, PrEP is a good solution, at least for a few years. If you need to avoid all STDs your best solution is a membership with safestsex.org because the information you would get from other members is relevant to making a decision to have or not to have sex with someone when trying to protect from STDs. The problem with the strategy offered by safestsex.org is that new member cannot expect to be protected from STDs in extremely anonymous situations, like a darkroom. What I've heard is that in some large cities (not sure if the US or Canada) they have organized SafestSex.org Parties, sort of like CumUnion but much smaller I imagine. I don't have the details of how that works but I can imagine that if everyone is tested it should be fun to get all in a bathhouse or some club. Something I've learned throughout the years is that I always thought I needed to have the experience because it was my last chance. Unless you are getting close to 50 you don't need to rush and instead make sure to make the best decision.

For me, that's the hottest story on here! Thank you for making me cum over and over again reading this!

Part 1. Three months on from our slutty holiday where my hunky 21-year-old fiancé Andrew took 7 anon raw cocks in a week we decided perhaps it would be best to get tested, so here we are at the clinic to pick up our test results. I got the all clear from the doctor, a lecture on safe sex and to think long and hard about joining the latest Prep trials…As I join the waiting area Andrew is in deep conversation with a cute guy his age whom I recognised from the men’s wear section of the major store in town and a man-mountain tattooed, pierced and muscly builder type. They all had their phones out and appear to be exchanging numbers. “All clear, still negative” I say as I sit down next to Andrew and give his thigh a squeeze, but before he can speak his name is called out and off he goes. I can’t help but overhear the two guys’ overly loud conversation…was it intentionally so for me to hear…just what had Andrew told them? “Yeah Roudham Heath Rest Stop is the place to go tonight if that guy wants to get knocked up eh Scott.” “Yep, you’re right Adam and I know just the guys to do it!” I squirm in my seat and adjust my cock as it grew hard, the guys lookmy way with shit eating grins all over their faces…they nod to me and wink, “see you there?” I must be turning bright red as I feel flush but my mind is racing ahead and know if I want to get Andrew pozzed up here was the ideal opportunity so nodded “YES” as I flip open my phone, jump on BBRTS and type in Roundham Heath. When I look up Andrew is stood in front of me, “Let’s go” he says “I don’t need a lecture on Prep and the dangers of anything other than safe sex.” And as we leave I cannot help but notice my fiancé is looking over his shoulder at the two guys. On the drive home, we discuss our Negative test results and what we would have done had it been different. “would it have been so bad if it had been Poz? ‘Coz then we could fuck who we like and just take a few pills each day if what the doc says is true, that it will be something else that kills us and not HIV.” I can see just by talking about being Poz is a turn on as Andrew is rubbing his crotch kneading his cock to hardness and silently I vow to go out on the hunt for some random anon action tonight. It’s nine pm now and having showered and cleaned out we pull into the Rounham Heath Rest Stop off the main road with the toilet block nestling between the fir tree forest and already there are a good number of cars and trucks there, waiting.

*makes note of ibis euston for next trip to London*

I get fucked anon a lot but usually see their face. I especially like it when I'm dancing shirtless at a club or circuit party and a guy comes up behind me, puts his arms around me and unzips my jeans dropping them too the floor. I'm naked with guys watching as he unzips his jeans and I feel him shove his hard cock into my ass in front of everyone. I usually bend over so he can fuck me good to the beat of the dance music. Guys have always done this raw and cum in my ass for everyone to watch. I'll turn and look at them and kiss them if they let me. When they are done, i'll pull up my jeans and continue dancing, sometimes I'll talk with the guy and sometimes we just go our separate ways. It's sooo fucking hot when that happens.

$50?? Per night?? LOL. That money can go towards some good Tina, or stay in my bank account. Last MAL's NKP sex parties in room 888 was FREE. I think I'll stay @ the Hyatt and cruise the hallways/stairwells, check BBRT's countless sex parties/my inbox, scruff, grindr, etc....which is FREE.

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

Old money means more in America than most people want to admit. Wealth, power, the right to do what you want and get away with shit - ah the joy of it all! My name is Heinrich Meyer and my family moved to Chicago in the early 1900s where we became one of the great families of the city. My ancestors were dukes or barons or some other drivel title hundreds of years ago and while there is no disputing we were rich as fuck when we arrived, how my great grandfather came about that wealth is of much dispute. Some in the family say he robbed, then killed his father before fleeing the old country. Others say that he had split from his family as a young man and had already made a fortune by the time he turned 20. Either way, when he arrived in Chicago he brought chests of gold and an entire village population with him to create his new kingdom. Even now, while the Castle - our family home - has changed little since then, what were peasant hovels and workshops that surrounded it for blocks in every direction have now developed into a thriving and prosperous neighborhood. We own it all and they - and the family fortune - will someday be all mine. In the meantime, I get to enjoy all that life has to offer. For example, right now I have a silver tray filled with lines of the best cocaine, sitting next to a rare bottle of Scotch, while I watch my whipping boy get his ass mercilessly fucked by a couple hood thugs from the south side. There are some families who move to America and assimilate. Not the Meyers. Oh we ‘play’ the all American family for the public, but behind closed doors the old country still rules. We rarely speak English at home, the old traditions bind us, and of those - the one I have loved the most - has been the whipping boy. Jaegar, which means ‘hunter’, has been my only real companion since I can remember and he has the honor of being my whipping boy. Both his parents, like everyone else within a few miles of the Castle, work for my family as they have for generations going back to the old country. I was only a baby when Jaegar - who was a few weeks older than me - was chosen. You see, as the family prince I could not be allowed to socialize with the riff raff, yet every child needs a pet - and a whipping boy - and mine was Jaegar. My sisters had their little girl companions who would come and go, but my Jaegar was a constant, especially since I was the only son and the eldest. He slept in my room in his own little cot at the foot of bed unless I had kicked him into the hall. He ate his meals with me, would entertain me, and most importantly, when I got into trouble it was Jaegar who got punished. My kinderfrau, or nanny, was an old, mean crone like they all are, and I did my best to make her life as miserable as she made mine. It was Jaegar who really paid the price though and as I got older I would spend the hours when I was supposed to be studying at my fancy prep school, thinking of ways to torture them both. Jaegar took it all with honor, dignity, and even a smile. It was his duty, but according to my Oma - or grandmother - it was love, adoration, a will to serve and please me beyond all else. Well that just pissed me off and made me want to punish him more. Watching Jaegar arch his back in pain as the first thug dick slammed into him made me smile. That’s it! I snorted some coke, sipped my Scotch, and watched my latest punishment unfold. I was jealous of Jaegar, always had been, I know that, and for that he had to pay as well. Where I was shorter and lithe like all the men in my family, Jaegar was true peasant stock - thick built, tall, and a dick to rival the two thugs he was now serving at my command. It was a clinical jealousy though. Jaegar and I had never even discussed anything sexual, let alone experimented. It just was not done. He was, well, the whipping boy. He had his place and I had mine. That was that. So why did I set up this fuck fest session to see him punished? My 18th birthday was two weeks ago and my father, several of my uncles, and a few of my older cousins took me to our lodge up in Wisconsin to celebrate. Drugs and alcohol are embraced vices within my family, and there was plenty of both from the moment we arrived. It was late on the first night, I had drank more than I was accustomed to and my Onkel Derych - my father’s brother - helped me up the stairs. I leaned against him as I took off my pants and when I turned to climb into the bed, Onkel Derych grabbed me by the waist, pulled me back against him, laughing, slurring, and telling me what a nice ass I had. I didn’t understand and when I tried to push him away, he pulled tighter, and so I started to yell. The door banged open and there in the light of the hallway was my vater - my father. “LASS DEN QUATSCH!” my father yelled. I stopped, my father strode in, walked over to me, and slapped me hard across the face. I gaped at him, touched my now tender jaw. My father had never hit me. Ever. He had hit Jaegar many times, but never me. I instinctively turned, trying to find where Jaegar was and why father had not hit him. Onkel held my arms as my father unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor. I stared as he stroked his hard hard dick with his left hand while calmly sipping a glass of liquor from his right. Onkel pushed me forward and then down to my knees. I looked up, my father finished his drink and threw the glass against the far wall before looking down at me and saying, “Tonight, tonight you are a man in the eyes of the law of this country. But in my eyes, and in the eyes of your Onkels and cousins, you are nothing, and will remain nothing until you find some way to prove yourself a true man - a true Meyer. To begin, you will learn your first lesson and this is how to please me and your Onkels. That is the job of the youngest male from when they turn 18 until they are replaced, to please us - all of us - whenever we demand it. You will marry in time - when I decide it is right. You will be faithful to your wife and will never have a mistress or use a whore like those bauers, or workers, we employ. Men have urges and needs, as God willed it, but we are the masters, WE are the ones in control, and to ensure our line and to protect the family - the family provides all that we need. Do you understand?” I didn’t understand, not really, but as my father guided my mouth to his throbbing cock, I accepted my duty. I did my duty and swallowed as my father shot his salty semen into my mouth. I did my duty and did not fight back or cry out when my Onkel Derych pushed his dick into my ass and fucked me. I held my head high and did my duty as my father and Onkel guided me back downstairs where I found my other family members all in various states of sexual activity. Generally it was the Onkels fucking the cousins, but there were some who switched, to my surprise. Maybe I will share more about that night another time. The next morning I awoke sore, hung over, and still somewhat confused by the night’s events. My cousins smiled as I walked downstairs for some much needed juice, and when I asked where my father was they just snickered and said he was in his room with tante. My aunt? I walked back up stairs and to the far side of the lodge and heard moans and groans coming from my father’s room. The door was ajar, I pushed it open and gasped - there was my father on his hands and knees on the bed being fucked by Klaus! Klaus had been my father’s whipping boy when he was younger and had become my father’s right hand man and business manager. Well fuck! Clearly they were more than that. Klaus stopped, my father turned and saw me, he reached back and patted Klaus’ left hand that was holding his hip. Klaus relaxed his grip, my father slid off his dick, walked over to me, pulled me into the room, shut the door behind me, and then led me over to the bed. My father laughed at the look on my face as I stared at Klaus’ large cock before ordering me to please them both. I avoided my father, uncles, and cousins as much as I could the next two weeks, but they all knew every hiding place there was in the Castle and my father especially seemed to delight in making me bend forward to receive his watery seed. Each time one of them found me, I swore I would make Jaegar pay and so I shared with him my plan to spend a weekend at a fancy downtown hotel, just him and me, to give us a chance to celebrate my birthday - together, just us. Jaegar was excited, and babbled on about room service, maybe going to a club, and more. I had made other plans. We arrived at the hotel at 1:30 p.m for an early check in and as soon as we got to the room I brought out the coke, poured a drink, and Jaegar happily joined me. We laughed, joked, told childhood stories, shared our dreams for the future and for a moment, just a moment, I forgot all about my need to punish Jaegar. The loud knock on the hotel room door reminded me. I ordered Jaegar to stay seated, went to the door and opened it for the two thugs. They had posted an ad online looking for a pay-to-play set up. A few emails later and it was all arranged and agreed to. For a healthy tip for their time and assurances I had party favors, they would fuck my friend and let me watch. The money I offered was enough to silence any questions they had about why I wanted it that way. “Hey, you got the roses?” the taller of the two thugs asked. They appeared to be a few years older than me and I was lost a bit in thought when they asked again. “Roses?” I said. “Fuck man yeah, the cash. Pay-to-play. We smokin or what?” Jaegar stood up, “What’s going on?” he asked. The thugs brushed past him, snorted a few lines off the plate, poured some drinks, lit some smokes, and started to get undressed. “What’s going on? Tell me!” Jaegar said with a layer of fear in his voice. I grabbed him by his arm, squeezed and snapped, “What the fuck do you think? These two gentlemen are looking for some white ass and since they can’t have mine - they will be taking yours instead.” Several expressions came over Jaegar’s face - anger, hurt, resignation, determination, duty - yes duty - the good whipping boy knew his place. I could smell the cheesey, unwashed head of the first thug’s dick when he dropped his boxers. Disgusting. The second thug stood beside me and cleared a few more lines, then he too undressed. He smelled nothing like my father, or uncles, or cousins. He too was clearly unwashed, but the aroma was not unpleasant and I had a fleeting desire to reach out and touch him. To feel the heft of his long, black dick. To slide my tongue around the bulbous head. To taste….NEIN! NO! I would not. The thugs stood side by side with a naked Jaegar at their feet. While they finished their smokes they guided Jaegar’s mouth first from one dick, to the next, until both were sloppy wet with his spit. Then with brutal efficiency and strength the thugs had Jaegar on his hands and knees on the bed ready to get the full 20+inches of punishment they were being well paid to dole out. Jaeger turned his head towards me and begged, “Heinrich, PLEASE?!” He never used my name - why would he - except on a few rare occasions when he had tried to comfort me. Thinking of that, him seeing my weakness, made me wanted him to be punished all the more. “Do it.” I ordered. The thugs laughed, one of them grabbed Jaegar’s head and he started gagging and choking on the rough, thug dick. I snorted another line and smiled as the second thug spit on his dick, spit on Jager’s clenched ass, slapped his ass hard several times and ordered him to relax before he he mounted him and started fucking with no mercy. I snorted another line and smiled. YES - Jaegar’s body was shaking from pain, “Fuck him harder!” I ordered, and the thugs complied, skewering Jaegar’s throat and ass with brutal strokes of raw black dick. As the thug fucking his throat pulled back and released Jaegar’s head so he could adjust his angle, Jaeger turned, his eyes met mine, and there was something about the pain I saw there that I did not like. I quickly looked away, grabbed the tray and snorted two more lines. The thug who was fucking Jaegar pulled out his ass, Jaeger winced, choked on the dick in his mouth, but stayed in position. I held the tray up as the thug walked over, his black dick twitching, covered in spit, and the blood and juice of Jaegar’s ass. “Taste it,” the thug demanded in a quiet whisper. He was standing so close now, blocking my vision of Jaegar. I craned my neck and looked up into his face. My hand shook as the thug snorted a line, I set the tray down and turned my head. The thug walked back to the bed, remounted Jaeger and it was not long before he announced, “GETTING READY TO CUM UP IN THAT ASS - FUCKING HELL, TIGHT HOLE - TAKE THIS FUCKIN NUTT MAN…” I watched in utter fascination as the thug slam fucked Jaegaer with all out abandon. His hips and thighs were hitting Jaegar with full force as his monster BBC turned that ass inside out. My father and uncles fucked like girly robots compared to this guy and something about it was mesmerizing to watch, to hear, to wonder about. The thug shook his head, wiped the sweat from his brow, and pulled his dick out of Jaegar’s now cum filled ass. Jaegar grunted and as the thug fucking his throat let go of his head, Jaegar lifted his hips up, laid his chest down on the bed, offering his torn and bloody ass for the second round of gut beating. The thug who was now back in front of me cleaning up one side of the tray of coke laughed and said, “Your boy took that like a fucking champ. He’s not a virgin any more, that’s for fucking sure.” His body was blocking the view of the bed again, but I heard Jaegar grunt - the second guy must have just mounted him. The thug set the tray down, leaned forward and demanded once more in a quiet whisper, “Taste it.” I turned my head slightly, but the site of his still throbbing and hard dick was fascinating, more so knowing that the streaks of red, mixed with white gobs, was the effect of Jaeger’s bloody ass and the thug’s cum. I quickly licked his gory shaft clean then stumbled as I stood up and grabbed the tray and said, “We need more supplies.” The thug laughed and walked back towards the bed. When I sat back down in the chair, the silver tray coated with many lines of white cocaine once more, a shiver ran up my spine. The thug that had just cum inside Jaegar was now fucking his throat, but was looking at me. He had a twisted smirk on his face, the smirk of someone who had a secret or had won a game. Jaegar’s eyes were closed as the second thug fucked him rougher and harder than the first if that was possible. I smiled thinking he was in pain and that his punishment was almost complete, but stopped - Jaeger was moaning, he was rocking his body back and forth meeting every thrust of the BBC - he was fucking enjoying it! NO! I was jealous of his pleasure, and angered that he was not being punished as he should have been. He was the one who should have been used by my family that night. Not me. It was the whipping boy’s job to serve and to be punished - not MINE! “Slap him. Spank him. MAKE IT HURT!” I demanded. The two thugs looked at me, laughed, and the one who’s dick I tasted said, “Oh, his ass pussy hurts for sure.” That wasn’t good enough. I snorted two more lines, slammed the tray onto the table, got up, went to the closet, pulled the belts off my and Jaegar’s pants, took another $200 out of my wallet, stormed across the room and thrust the belts and cash towards the thugs. “MAKE - IT - HURT!!” I demanded again. The rhythmic sound of leather on skin, mixed with the grunts of pain from Jaegar was music to my ears and I sighed, satisfied, as I sat back down and grabbed the tray. The thugs were turning Jaegar’s back, thighs, and arms red with welted stripes as they fucked him from both ends. Jaegar’s body was shaking now - GOOD! The whipping boy was doing his duty, taking his punishment. The tempo of fucking and belt smacks picked up as the second thug got ready to breed Jaegar too, “TAKE THIS BLACK DICK IN THAT WHITE PUSSY - SLOPPY PUSSY - LET ME TAKE THAT SECOND HOLE - OWN THAT SHIT - THAT PUSSY MINE! HERE IT COMES - FLOODING THEM GUTZ OUT - FLOODING THAT PUSSY HOLE - PLANTING THAT SHIT DEEP IN...AAAARRRRGGGHHHHH…!!!!” I was now leaning forward in the chair, transfixed on this scene of abuse, use, and decadence. I smiled in satisfaction as Jaegar winced when the dick was yanked out of his now tender hole. I smiled as Jaegar dropped onto his stomach on the bed, his sides heaving. I smiled at the red criss cross marks that layered his skin now. The second thug walked over and stood in front of me blocking my view of the bed as I held up the silver tray. He snorted deep and hard and as he took his fill I eyed his still hard shaft. It was thicker than the first one, but like his was still raging hard and coated in red, gobs of white, and more. The slit was wide open, glistening long strands still pumping out and without asking I guided it to my mouth and licked him clean savoring the taste of Jaegar’s punishment. I set the tray down, the thugs started to get dressed over by Jaegar who was now sitting up on the edge of the bed with a look on his face I had never seen before. I stood up, walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water over my face. I patted my face dry, walked back out into the room and stopped cold. Jaegar was standing in the middle of the floor, his big dick sticking straight out, as were the horse sized BBC’s of the thugs who were standing on each side of him. “Jaegar?” I asked. The sound of leather on skin echoed throughout the room as Jaegar slapped the two belts into the open palm of his left hand. He took a step forward and said, “NOW IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO LEARN WHO THE REAL MASTER IS AND WHO IS REALLY THE WHIPPING BOY.”

I desperately need a room at Hyatt for mal, anyone who is going to cancel or would want to split a room please let me know. Either on here or bbrt same name (thickmascguy)

I startedearly. Nudity was not a big deal here in Europe. And I knew all the time to be gay. So I started to go to public restrooms at the age of 11 and sucked my first cocks there. Later, at the age of 13, I got fucked in my asscunt first time. Even if it hurted at the beginning, I became a cock and cum addict almost instantly.

Been there done that. Once I let a guy fuck me in his backseat. Didn't see his face because I was really drunk. All I remember was moaning a lot and holding onto him really tightly because he went in me dry. Next thing I know, he literally kicks me out of his car and throws a couple of dollars at me on the curb. Story of my life.

I agree with everyone else here. I LOVE being called a bitch and faggot and anything else a Sir decides to call me. Actually, I find it an honor and privilege when a Sir spits on me as well. It is one of the highest honors I could receive as a faggot.

I'm a word because I'm getting bred by about 6-20 guys a week while married.

Even at the baths, while taking loads not in a gang-bang, I have trouble keeping track of how many loads I've taken. I find it hard to distinguish from guys who like to fuck but not cum from the guys who cum very quietly and then leave. Once I have a load in my hole I sometimes can't be sure the guy shot his load. I feel the first load because of the added lube.

I really think the best way is a black sharpie. I use one every time I'm in Palm Springs and I understand your concern but it washes off easily with soap and water. It's a great way to show other guys your a cum whore. I have found that top Guys love filling a hole that already has cum in it. Also it makes me feel very sexy and horny with all those men's marks on my back.

I've cum 3 times writing this, even before I tryed method I craved 2 or more men using me. Meth has released me of my imhabitions brought out the lil cockwhore in me. To be manhandled by a roomful of hard, horny men, being filmed as it happened n watch what a lil fag slut I am.

I have gone twice. I usually go to the Palm Springs Cum Unions but I was much more popular in LA. I got there early and immediately had fun. I took a huge 11' older black daddy. He fucked me every way in front of everyone. Then I took multiple loads through out the evening. Then it happened.....about midnight, porn stars showed up and killed the vibe. They only played with themselves and ignored the rest of us plebs. Everyone got dispirited and left. It was like a mass exodus. For me, someone who drives an hour plus, I got three good hours in. But it was a total buzz kill. Yes, the porn stars were hot to watch but seriously, make the average Joe's feel good and interact with them. Suck it up and placate your key demo and give the fans a treat. But nope......

I accepted the fact that once you get older and are single you don't have sex that often anymore as when I was in my 20s and 30s. I am no longer the handsome attractive young guy with the incredible young ass who spent every night in cruising areas getting plowed by rows of guys in my late teens/early 20s. Or had my pick of tops when online dating took off. But now it is no longer the quantity but more the quality. Still have my sex drive but not as strong as it was then. I can go without a few days or even weeks without getting fucked. And hey, the advantage is I won't have to spend hours in the bathroom every day to clean as I did then ;-) I am looking more for guys around my own age or in their 40s now than for younger guys. I do get hits by 18+-somethings (the boring first message: "Hi", then the obvious second: "how are you"?). I don't let it bother me anymore. Most are flakes anyway, some get off on getting a reply from an older guy and then go silent. Happy wanking to those. Only a few lead to something. Some young guys like the idea of fucking a "daddy". But they are few and hardly repeats. When it happens though it is hot. But there must be more younger guys who get off by being fucked by an older guy than vice versa. So aging is probably easier for tops than bottoms. The main disadvantage as you get older is that you cannot easily get sex when you want it. 20s/30s guys just have to go to a Bathhouse, publish online they want sex now or go to a cruising area and drop their pants and they won't really have a problem getting it (depending on where you live of course). That is no longer the case when you get older. At least for bottoms, not so much for tops I think. And sometimes it is frustrating when your hormones are raging, you're horny as fuck and can't find someone. I find I also hardly ever plan fuck dates far ahead anymore (Can you do next week Tuesday?). It could very well be on that planned date I am not in the mood or just don't feel like going through the process of cleaning, just too tiresome. Didn't have that when I was younger. I was ready to go 24/7 with anyone who offered a juicy hard dick. But all and all I am satisfied even though it is sometimes not as often as I like it to be or when I want it.

Just the thought of being at a bath house or at a party n being attacked by 20-30guys n used makes me want it more! All those naked men surrounding me, being spit roasted while being watched n maybe filmed as it goes on n on. I've always loved pleasuring men, the feeling of mans hands all over me, the look on his face when he shoves his raw dick deep in my hole n floods it, n for me this is the best:/being fed loads of hot yummy cum. Especially if a guy eats it out of my hole n shares it in a deep kiss. And that's just some one on one n threesome experiences, being chemmed up, taken to a soundproof room (I'm a screamer), put in the middle of a bunch of naked, horny studs n used like the cock hungry, cum thirsty, buttslut faggot I want to be while getting filmed doing it. It would make me insatiable, n IDC

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... South Bend—April, 2014 (Immediately after the last post.) I slept for a bit at Steamworks. I’d done four hours of piss play and fucking at the piss party then almost as much at the bathhouse. My body told me it had to rest. Despite the giggling in the hall, the pounding music and the noisy rutting next door, I drifted off fairly fast. I awoke in time to get out before I had to renew. I drove to Ryan’s house, met Alejandro (who was watching a movie with Ryan) and fell into Ryan’s bed. They would wake me before the others arrived. I must have slept soundly for I never heard the fucking happening upstairs. Only later did I learn Ale had left a huge load up Ryan. They woke me—all smiles. We set up the sling next to the double bed just before the last two arrived. Ryan had invited three men, all of whom happened to be Hispanic. Alejandro—25ish, short, cute and worked out. When I said hello to him earlier, I couldn’t help but notice how his jeans clung to his hot looking ass. Miguel and Luis have shown up in these pages before. They are both in their mid-40’s. Miguel is one of the most voracious bottoms I’ve met. Luis has a great cock that keeps his boy happy between the times when he whores him out. Ok. I’ll admit it. I was tired enough, that I don’t remember any kind of blow by blow of how this went down. Ryan has it all down on his blog “Spreading My Legs” in four installments. I know he’s right—for it is documented with four times the number of pictures he has kindly allowed me to use here. All I remember is: A constant back and forth between available holes. Everyone wanting to suck a cock pulled from the latest ass. Five creative guys twisting into any and every position to have great sex. So here’s a photo essay of pigs in heat. I do remember this moment quite distinctly. Luis was fucking Miguel. I warmed up in Miguel’s mouth. And we went right into the side by side fucking. I love watching other men fuck. And we switched asses. I also love watching bottom's kiss as we drive into them. Fucking Ale. Ale riding me. Miguel's turn to sit on me. Ale and I clean up Luis--fresh from someone's hole. Rimming Ale before I dive back in. Miguel sling fucked. Heaven. For all concerned. Getting ready to shoot. That's my cum. I felched it, of course. More...

My guess is that an older bottom probably has to: 1) become less picky (e.g. anonymous sex like darkrooms where people are less likely to screen you out based on appearance). 2) keep their bodies/faces looking youthful (e.g. exercise and manscaping). 3) do what older straight men do - i.e. get out the wallet. I think older tops have their issues too. A hot (young) bottom is probably more interested in a hot young top. I'm convinced that we all tend to be attracted or drawn to what we cannot have (or have easily). So I'm sure there are plenty of older tops who are not happy that they can no longer snap their fingers and fuck the bottoms they want. I'm pretty good friends with some total tops and the thing I hear them complain most about is that the guys they lust after won't bottom for them. So imagine the irony! Bottoms are in heat wanting dick and the tops are crying in their beer over a fellow top that doesn't want his prostrate bumped.

It happened to me a few times years ago. I had my first fuckbuddy at the age of 13, who educated me to become a total cumdump. Well, I am a natural born bottom, but I learned a lot that time. Later he started to whore me out to his buddies. And sometimes they gave me somthing, which let me become totally passive and sometimes I passed out. I woke up at places, where I didn´t know I was, covered in cum with a sore cunt, used by countless guys. I was a well known cumdump in town at the age of 15.

I like pissing inside asses. Especially if the bottom doesn't know it's coming. I let him think I'm just recovering after shooting my load and am reluctant to pull out lol. I fucking love it when the warmth starts to spread and they reaiize what's happening lol.

i think this would be hot as fuck.. go to a circuit party.. get drugged up.. then wake up later with your pants pulled down.. in a dark area of the club... with cum leaking out of your ass.. of course you leave keys.. valuables checked in somewhere.. your ass is sore.. but you just want to get fucked more.. most likely you had a few tina rocks put up your ass.. a few guys are walking around you.. you just put your ass up in the air.. and guys just start to mount you .. you get fucked for a few more hours.. then go home.. ;-)