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My last fucking boyfriend is an asshole and used to deny sex to me. It was only when he wanted it. I need it every day so stop at the bookstore, park or wherever I can get a load. He had no clue that I've been cheating on him for years. Most of the time he fucked me with loads from the bookstore in my hole. He would get off on me cleaning the leftover cum off his 9" uncut cock. He is the kind of sleeper that never wakes up, so I have had tricks in the house fucking my brains out or pissing down my throat and he never knows. If a trick is into it, I love getting fucked in the bedroom while he's in bed sleeping. Little does he know my legs are up in the air wrapped around some grandpa, daddy, kid or whoever is shooting their cum into my asshole. His best friend and his boyfriend have both used my holes in front of him while he's sleeping. I took a job in another state so that was the end of that, but I loved cheating on that cocky bastard. For me, there's nothing like having sex with a cheater. Knowing I'm sucking or getting fucked by a guy with a wedding ring on or some guy that can't get anything from his boyfriend and knows he can stop by my place for servicing and to dump a load of cum or piss into my body and whatever perved out kink he wants to get into. I've now got a few regular straight guys that come over for servicing and they think I'm the only one I let fuck me bareback. One older guy who is a realtor comes over and brings a trick with him he picked up at the park or bookstore. He gets off on watching them fuck me and sitting on my face while I rim his hole. Another guy who is a fireman comes by before he goes home to the wifey for a quick blowjob and asslicking. I fucking love going down on his fat, uncut German cock. My best though is the computer nerd that no one would give a second look to. He answered an ad I put on craigslist. Tall, scruffy beard, greying hair...but when he pulled down his pants out flopped a 10" uncut cock with a red bush. He climbs on my chest and fucks that thing all the way down my throat so that when he cums I don't even taste it. I just naturally swallow all that fucking batter right down. I just got him into barebacking me and he is the type that can't believe some fuckhole like myself will clean off his extra cum from his cock after he's shot. He's really quiet but I'll do anything to get that load from him and turn him into the fucking kinkster he wants to be. Next up, I'm working on him pissing down my throat. There's nothing for me that I like better knowing that I have made a cock feel so good that they have shot in my asshole or down my throat or let them urinate wherever they wanted on or in me. Ever since my 18th birthday when I told my parents I was going out with friends after dinner, but in reality hung out at the local bookstore til it closed at 2 a.m. getting fucked by any old man or guy that wanted to use my body and then cruising behind it and getting used behind a dumpster til 4 a.m. I've never looked back. Thousands of cocks have entered my body and I don't plan on stopping anytime soon. Fuck I love sex and being used for the fuckhole I am.

Part 3 By the time I got back to my hotel I was sweaty, my clothes were filthy from the basement floor, and my ass was wet and squishy with spunk as I walked. I was also exhausted from all the pounding, and crawled into bed and fell asleep. The next morning I felt better, and smiled at myself in the bathroom mirror. Somehow, I felt I'd discovered a side of myself which I never knew existed, but was more real than anything else. I also felt a sense of surrender to my fate which got my cock hard. In my heart I gave myself up to the sheer depravity of what I'd done. So, as night began to fall I made my way back to the grubby side street with the cheap neon light flashing the bar's name off and on. Inside it was disappointingly empty apart from a couple of guys on bar stools chatting to the barman who leered when he recognised me. I blushed and ordered a beer. When his attention was distracted I walked over to the basement stairs and went down. Of course, the dark, smelly space was empty and I was just about to give up when a guy emerged from one of the cubicles. He could have been any age between 50 and 70, thin and wispy-haired wearing an old jacket and slacks. "Well.....hello you" He said in a gruff voice and grinned at me. I couldn't help but grin and say Hi back. Without any hesitation, he came over to me, clasped my hips and pulled me against his body whilst crushing my lips in a deep wet kiss which tasted of beer and cigarettes. I gasped in surprise, enjoying the perversity of the moment and my cock filled out in my trousers and pressed against his crotch. "Mmmm....nice." He said and fumbled with my belt. "Let's see what we've got here, shall we?" He opened my pants and levered my stiff cock out. "Lovely!" He grinned as his rough-skinned hands stroked me to full erection. He pushed me back against the sink, dropped to his knees and sucked my cock into his mouth, looking up at me as he began to suck and lick me. It was incredibly sexy to be in the basement toilet with his hot, wet mouth engulfing my cock, and so exciting in a perverted kind of way. ...to be continued

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

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

A guy who has been breeding me on and off for years sent me a text message last week, asking if I was free Friday night. Normally that "just" means he wants to fuck the hell out of my ass with cock, fingers and dildos and give me a load or three, but apparently this time it was something else he had in mind. He was going to have 3 friends over for dinner and a night of getting drunk and high, and they'd arranged for a twinky little bottom to join them after dinner but he had chickened out so they needed a replacement. Well, you can be insulted at being "second choice" - or you can imagine four tops going at your ass all night long and get an instant hard-on!!! Of course I said yes, and on Friday evening at 11pm I arrived at his apartment and was instantly told to get naked and offered a drink and a line of coke. Well, I don't really do anything stronger than gin and tonic and poppers, but if the other guys wanted to do drugs that really wasn't any concern of mine. As it turned out it perhaps turned out to be a bonus, actually... Pretty soon I was shuffling around on my knees, the guys all sitting with their cocks out and me sucking one cock after the other... They were all in their 50's, but the sort of men that were pretty much heading for the silver fox category, so definitely handsome and worth making an effort for. And quite a range of cock sizes, ranging from medium to XL - the guy who invited me has 21cm / over 8 inches - but they were all pretty thick, which boded well for the night. Eventually, of course, there was a tongue lapping at my hole, getting me wet while I was busy socking a hard cock and the two others were watching. It feels so slutty to have people watching and it really gets me going as much as any amount of poppers! And of course there was then the discussion of who should have the first go at my hole - I wasn't part of that discussion, as my mouth was full of cock - and in the end the host called dibs, lubed up and then shoved his cock balls deep inside me, the three other guys almost cheering as I yelped in pain... But oh damn! I love that huge cock! He fucked me hard for just a few minutes, but I could feel him constantly changing angles and there was no doubt he was doing his best to open me up for his friends - and pretty soon they were taking turns fucking my ass! I was just lying there on my knees with my head on the floor and my ass in the air as I took what was coming and doped myself on poppers. The guys were sitting around watching, drinking and occasionally sniffing a line, when they weren't fucking me themselves, and occasionally there'd be a slap or two on my ass cheeks or somebody would call me a slut or a whore... Seriously, I was in bottom-slut heaven for a few hours, getting fucked hard and deep by a range of cocks... Then finally I got my first load from one of the guys, causing the other three to almost have an argument about who would get to fuck my sloppy, wet hole first... So I was a bit of a naughty sub-bottom and asked if I could have two... I mean, I'd been fucked for a few hours, so... They were kind enough to grant my wish, so one guy laid down on the floor, I sat down on him and then the host - that would be the huge cock! - started pushing up next to the first cock... Oh, damn! I'm NEVER ready for a double-fuck, but it's still SO GOOD!!! I was moaning and whimpering and begging for more poppers, but I took it. Cum was leaking out of me as they both moved in and out in my hole, so at least there was plenty of lube as they pounded me hard... Again, the guys took turns, doublefucking me in more or less every combination and completely wearing out my hole... They were all kept wide awake by doing drugs, of course, but I was getting rather tired by then... Well, we all knew that was going to happen; they were planning on partying through the night, but we had agreed I was allowed to go to bed when I was worn out - on the condition that I slept on my front with a plug keeping my hole open. Throughout the night I'd wake up as the plug was pulled out and replaced with a hard cock, and as I was half-asleep I never really knew which of them was fucking me or whether the others had come into the bedroom to watch... By 8am I was sort-of awake and begging for a cup of coffee - hey, even a slut-bottom deserves a cup of coffee after a hard night's sluttiness, right? The guys weren't done yet, though, so they kept plowing me until 10am when they started wearing out and each blew their last remains of cum in me. I really have no idea how many loads I took that night and morning, but the guys told me they had each blown their load 3-4 times in me, so it was quite a successful night for this little cum-hungry slut-bottom... I was still gaping when they were done with me - and I was leaking cum in my underwear as I was driving home, even though I tried my best to keep it in...

Thanks for the rep xxxx

‘Do You Want Me to Stop?’ I was headed out of town for a conference to London. I’d managed to get my company to pay for the flights, and to be able to stay on a few days afterwards to get a bit of a vacation. My boy was planning on flying out on the next night of the conference and spending a few days sightseeing with me. We’d both been working hard lately, and were looking forward to some time together. We’d even done a bit of research into the raunchier gay clubs, thinking maybe we could have some naughty fun together in a public setting. I was running late trying to get out of the office to the airport, and I barely made it through security before the flight closed. We started taxiing shortly after I buckled my seat belt. The flight was choppy to say the least, and I was super stressed. A very sexy flight attendant could see how tense I was just from my shoulders. This guy was a real Hunk. He leaned forward telling me that we should keep in touch after the plane landed and he was off-duty. ‘I’d like to help you relax,’ he said as he pushed a card with his number into my hand and stroked my arm. I was practically sore all over, and groggy from having not slept well, by the time we touched down at Heathrow. As the sun rose, I headed for the tube into town for my morning presentation. I felt a body press into mine from behind as I stood on the platform, and it was my Hunk, the flight attendant. He was taller than I remembered, over six feet, with broad shoulders and a tiny waist. Blond spiky hair framed his chiseled face. We made small talk as we boarded the train, crowded with morning commuters. I was drowsy from not sleeping on the turbulent flight and found myself dozing off with my head against his muscular chest. I apologized, and told him we should make a plan for that night after the conference wore down. The presentations went well, if uneventful, and I headed to check into my hotel. I messaged the Hunk, and we made plans for him to pick me up and we could grab a light dinner, then maybe back to my place or his to relax. We went out dancing, and I could tell he was packing a big cock from the lump in his trousers. We ate quickly as we chatted about what turned each other on. He told me he had trained to be a masseur and liked to practice whenever he could. He held out his massive hands, and I swear I started to drip precum. He told me that he charged all of his clients… I asked what his fees were, and they seemed reasonable. £50- for an hour sounded fair, plus extras… I stayed hard wondering what the extras were. We got back to my hotel, and the Hunk wrapped his arm around me as he winked at the concierge, who winked back with a knowing look. Back in my room and tore each other’s clothes off. He had me lay down on the bed with a pillow under my chest. I shivered as he started working my shoulders with his masculine hands, then lower to my shoulder blades, then the small of my back, then my ass. He cupped my cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing my hole. He crouched lower and started blowing air across my asshole. I instinctively tightened up. He told me he’d loosen me up for another £10-. I breathlessly nodded assent, and he started lapping at my ass. I knew I was making a puddle on the bedspread. He pulled his whole hair body against my back, with his thick uncut cock right between the clefts of my cheeks. ‘£10- more and I’ll put the tip in… Sound good, lover?’ I grunted approval, not thinking to stop and ask for a condom. Thankfully, he had got me pretty wet with spit and the head of his dick eased into me. I moaned as he twisted my head around, ‘£10- more and I’ll kiss you.’ I grunted and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I knew he was deeper in me than just the tip, and that he was raw. I could feel my ass getting wetter, so I knew he was drooling precum into me. ‘£20- more and I’ll fuck you until you ask me to stop…’ ‘Okay!’ I shouted. He reared back and pulled my hips to his groin. My Hunk pounded my raw ass. The sound of sweaty flesh-on-flesh smacking as his balls slammed into me sent me in orbit. It had been a long time since I’d been fucked, and a long time since someone other than my boy had fucked me raw. ‘You’ll tell me when you want me to stop, right?’ I nodded and he maintained his pace. ‘You know I swap loads with guys all over the world, right? Do you want me to stop?’ I shook my head no and his pace picked up. ‘I love taking and sharing my seed with guys… and I’m carrying a charged load… do you want me to stop?’ I nodded no again, realizing that I was already lubed with his charged precum, so why stop now? My Hunk plowed me for a few more minutes, jack-hammering his thick cock into me. My mind reeled, knowing how risky it was to take a charged stranger’s load. I wondered what my boy would think if he could see me like this. Would it turn my boy on, or freak him out? The Hunk’s head shot back as he started cumming, firing his charged load into my hole, forcing it deeper and deeper with every thrust. He flung himself down onto me again, still filling my ass with his cock, sliding gently back and forth. He groaned, pawing his big hands through my tousled hair, ‘That’ll be £100-, please…’ I reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a crisp new note. He took it, and pulled out, leaving a squelching plop noise and my gaping well-fucked, well-bred sticky ass. He dressed and left quickly. I called my boy and told him I’d just had a massage, leaving out the detail that my ass was full to the brim with charged seed. My boy was at the airport getting ready to board the plane to London. He thought that a massage sounded fun, and asked if I could book him the same guy for tomorrow. Fuck, what was I going to tell him, I wondered, as I fell asleep. My boy arrived the next morning, having slept soundly on the flight. He came to my hotel and unpacked a bit while I got ready for the day’s presentations at my conference. I told him that my masseur was unavailable, and we should try to find someone else for him, suggesting we ask at reception for a masseur, and I headed out. I got a message around lunch that he’d managed to get a recommendation from the concierge, and a masseur was coming over. I was glad he’d get a bit of relaxation in, and we made plans to go out on the town that night. A few hours later, I messaged him letting him know I’d be back soon. My boy replied that the masseur was nearly finished and they were having a great time. ‘He’s really sexy,’ the text read, ‘and really affordable. Only £50- plus more for extras…’ It dawned on me that the concierge had set my boy up with my charged Hunk. I then received a message from the Hunk asking ‘Do you want me to stop?’ I took a breath and replied ‘I’ll bring £100-. Don’t stop until you’re finished…’

I was on BBRTS last night and received a message from a guy saying only "We want to destroy you now." I looked at his profile and he was hot. He was 37 and had a great body. "How many guys?" I asked. "You will find out when you get here," he answered. "What are you after?" I asked. "ou won't have a say in what we do." Now I was horny! I jumped on the subway and headed to the hotel, arriving wet as it was pouring. I made my way to their room. When the door opened I found four gym fit naked guys. 'Fuck', I thought. I took a little drink and stripped, and sat on the face of one of the guys who was laying on his back on the bed. He got to work getting me wet while I went between the other three guys, sucking each guy's cock. Less than five minutes later one guy said in broken English "Now we destroy you." Pushing me onto my back, the guys held me down and pulled my legs up and apart. Then one of the guys thrust his way all the way into my ass and started pounding me. There was no way to stop and there was very little pleasure (at least for me) but at least I knew they weren't joking in saying they would destroy me. The whole session lasted about two hours. They spoke almost entirely in Italian so I had no clue what was coming next, but occasionally they used English, at which time they spouted poz talk and name calling, such as faggot, worthless slut, etc. They took turns with me, and there was quite a bit of ass to month cleaning, a bit of DP as well as face fucking. One after the other each made a final assault on my ass, blowing his load in me. The last guy churned it all up as the sperm flowed down my ass. After he blew I licked his dick clean , and could taste all four loads. Then I collapsed on the bed and they kept fingering some of their loads out of my hole and fed the cum to me. I made a move to jerk off but they stopped me, handed me my clothing, and told me to get lost. Which, of course, I did. Even if my ass is still a bit sore this morning, the experience was totally worth it.

Fuck YEAH!! You sound like one hot sexy nasty pig - just the kind I like!! And I'm with you on the cheating! Nothing makes sex any hotter or sleazier!! hope you have more to share.

I love to fuck; but I also like to suck. And I'm pretty good at it I might add. Every morning as I go to work I pass a parking along a highway. I stop when traffic allows, but it's kind of a hit or miss place, and lately it's mostly miss. I guess men or truckers aren't horny in the morning. Today though when I pulled up another car was parked there. I got out , went next to the other car pretending I needed to piss. Flashed my dick a bit and saw the guy was looking, so I waisted no time. Took a look through the window on the passenger side, and saw the guy had pulled down his pants and underwear and showed me a nice dick. Got in the car, and started to suck his hot dick. Moans followed and the guy even started playing with my hair. Love it when they do that. Not long after that i heard him say that he was close to cumming but didn't have a handkerchief with him. Wich made me smile , but I told him that I would swallow his cum. This he liked, he pushed my head over his dick, made sure I couldn't get away and gave me a big grunt and a BIG load. I swallowed. After that he told me I was a real champ that his wife (I had seen and felt the ring) never swallowed his cum and that he would stop more often and keep a look out for my car.

One of my sluts about yesterdays breeding session: "The most satisfying in the world is that very moment when your balls unload their seed, feel your warm man juice shooting out of that big cockhead and feel how it coats my insides, while I see how on that very moment you flex all your big muscles and scream and moan like an animal and your eyes are rolled back, your mouth is open and your are drooling like a dog". Makes me so proud...

[Above: A picture of me in March 2013, immediately after taking a raw load deep in my pozzed-up cumhole.] I wasn't always a cumpig. Throughout my 20s, I was extremely careful to use condoms all the time, even in committed relationships. But when I was about 25, I discovered bareback porn, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen: these guys freely gave up their asses to raw tops, BEGGING for loads, celebrating cum instead of fearing it. Bareback porn felt dangerous and intense and exactly right. Soon enough, I was on the local phone chatline, talking to guys who told me all about the world of poz pigs: bugchasers, giftgivers, conversion parties. I began posting profiles on bareback hookup sites, but only as a top -- that was my compromise, my attempt to play with fire from a safe distance. But every time I had my raw dick buried in a jockpig's beautiful wide-open boybutt, I'd see the blissed-out look on his face, his muscular legs spread wide to reveal his hungry faggot cumhole. And after pounding his guts full of my DNA, I'd feel that total sense of connection as I pulled my cum-covered cock from his hole, tiny strings of jizz connecting my raw dick with his pulsing, hungry, dripping cunt. Of course, I wasn't content to live vicariously through those bottom pigs. I wanted to BE them. I finally began living the life of an unapologetic bareback pig in 2007 -- the same weekend I moved to San Francisco. It was mid-July and I was looking for a hookup online. I found a hot couple (one top, one vers); the top wanted to watch his boyfriend take raw dick. I volunteered and headed their way. When I arrived, I was happy to see that they were even hotter than their pictures. Both were in their 30s; the top, Jake, had a square jaw, wolfish eyes, and a tuft of chest hair sticking out from the neck of his T-shirt. His boyfriend, Trey, was a few years younger, clean-shaven and very preppy-looking. It was clear from their tight T-shirts that they had some seriously hot bodies under their clothes. I sat down on their couch, all of us still fully dressed. After a little bit of small talk, there was an awkward pause. Then Jake said to me, "So -- do you party?" I shook my head. "No, I've never done that." He glanced over at Trey, then back at me. "Well -- would you like to try it?" "It's no big deal either way," Trey said to me, doing his best to be as nonchalant as possible. "This stuff just makes you feel a little more horny, that's all." I shrugged. "Sure, I guess," I said. Jake flashed a little half-smile, then grabbed a pipe from a desk drawer. He put the pipe up to my lips, lit it, and told me to wait until his command. Then, when smoke began emerging from the top of the pipe, he told me to begin inhaling slowly. It was a very big hit -- he had me inhaling for a long time, and the cloud that came out of my mouth was thick and solid white -- but he registered disappointment. "That wasn't a very big one," he said. "Let's try one more." Then another. All three hits were administered under the pretense that they were too tiny to be effective. But after that third hit, I sat back, rubbed my crotch, and immediately began squirming on the sofa, feeling a strange, restless need to be naked and feel Jake's muscular, hairy body rubbing up against mine. Jake was watching me closely, nodding while he growled under his breath. "You can take your clothes off, Ben," he said, smiling that half-smile again. "Just get naked. Show off for me. You feeling good?" [Above: A picture of me taken immediately after returning from a hotel party, where I took two loads in my pighole.] I nodded. In fact, I had NEVER felt so good. As I took off my shirt and pants, Jake pulled his dick out of his pants and picked up the pipe again. His 8.5" cock was the perfect instrument for pounding another man into submission -- fat, slightly curved upward, with a mushroom head that was already dripping precum. This amazing tool, hard and glistening, bounced up and down as Jake hit the pipe. He blew the smoke into my mouth, then began running his hands all over my body. "How do your nips feel?" he asked. "They're tingling," I said. He laughed. "Yeah, they sometimes do that when you're fucked up. And how does this feel?" He ran his fingers lightly between my balls and my hole, causing me to gasp. No man's touch had ever felt this amazing. My legs immediately spread to give him easier access to a spot I never knew existed. Jake grinned again. "Nice, Ben. You ever get fucked?" "Sometimes," I said between shivering breaths, his fingers still brushing against my perineum. "Not often." "Well, you certainly look like you're in the mood for some dick," he said. "Do you want my dick inside you?" I answered with a nod. "No," he said, "Nodding isn't good enough. I asked if you wanted my dick inside you. I need to hear what you want." "I want your dick inside me," I said. "Good boy," he replied. Then a pause. "You read our profile, so you must be aware that we only fuck raw," he continued. "Did you know that?" I nodded. "I need to hear it," he said. "I know you only fuck raw." "And once I'm inside this sweet little fuckhole, I will not pull out. Period. Do you understand?" "I understand." Another pause as he continued to brush his fingers around the perimeter of my hole, my legs stretching further and further back as the Tina gave me a hunger for sex like I'd never known. "Now, unless I'm mistaken, I think your profile said that you're negative," he said. "Is that true?" A long pause. I didn't want to answer, because I was afraid that if I told him the truth, he might send me home out of concern for my health. But something about the situation -- his seductive tone, his dripping dick, his half-smile -- told me that I could be honest. "Yes, it's true," I said. "I was tested last week, and I'm still negative." "So you must be aware that the two of us are positive. Right?" "Yeah, I know you're poz." "And you still want me to fuck you?" I couldn't answer at first. All I could feel were those fingers teasing my partied-up fuckhole. "Yes," I finally said. "I still want you to fuck me." "Raw." "Yes, raw." "With our poz cocks, our poz precum, our toxic seed?" "Yes, poz." He grabbed both sides of my head, and drew me close to him so that we were looking directly into each others' eyes. "Tell me what you want, Ben. I know you've been keeping this a secret for a long time, but your secret's safe with me. And you can't get what you want until you tell me exactly what you're craving right now." "Poz seed," I choked out. I couldn't believe I was saying this, and yet I'd never been so turned on in my life. "You want poz seed blasted inside this sweet little neg fuckhole?" "Yes." "Good boy. Repeat after me: 'Please poz me, Jake.'" "Please poz me, Jake." "Louder, boy." "PLEASE POZ ME, JAKE." "Good. I'm so proud of you, Ben." He slapped my ass. "Now I think you need to go jump in the shower. You know what you're about to become? You're about to become a true bottom. Do you know what that means?" "No." "A true bottom," he said, "doesn't let fear get in the way of his top's dick. A true bottom freely surrenders his hungry fuckhole, spreads it wide for the man splitting him in half. Poz or neg, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is for the bottom to serve his top man like a good bottom should. It's all about embracing your role as a hot, muscular, hungry jockhole, existing solely to please pig tops. Is that what you want to be -- a true bottom? A bottom pig?" "Yes, please. Please make me a true bottom." At that moment, I saw his fat dick twitch, then ooze a heavy stream of precum onto the floor. Jake's half-smile was now a wide-open, evil grin. "Go shower up, boy," he said. "I can't wait to blast your insides full of my poz seed." MORE SOON...

It was a warm evening in Phoenix and I got a call from one of my favorite truckers, George, who was in his mid-fifties and loved to plow my ass with his thick cock. He said he was parked in the truck stop and needed to get off. The good little trucker slut I am, I got ready, drove down to the truck stop and found myself climbing the steps into his big white rig. He wasn’t kidding about being hard. His thick seven inches were bulging like I’d never seen before. Before I could say hello he told me to start sucking him while I got undressed. I undid the snaps of my shirt, kicked off my boots and socks, and last slipped off my jeans. The sight of my red jockstrap must have pleased him as he instructed me to keep it on. It also seemed as if his penis was bulging even bigger in my mouth than it had before. On my knees sucking his thick cock I was intoxicated by the smell of his unwashed crotch. It had been marinating all day behind the wheel of his rig as he came in from Los Angeles. I imagined him getting hard thinking about plowing my ass, dribbling pre-cum and going soft again for the last four hundred miles. As I kept sucking I felt one of his rough hands make its way around the back of my thigh and up the crack of my ass. Finally it ended up at the entrance of my ass. He tried to get it in, but since I hadn’t been fucked in a couple of days, I was pretty tight. His hand left my ass briefly as I heard him spit in his hand. He started working his spit into my hole and finally got a finger in, slowly working it in and out until he was up to the third knuckle. “Damn you’re tight, bring that ass up hear so I can get it ready to fuck.” I eagerly obliged and soon we were in the 69 position with me still sucking him and him eating my ass. His full facial hair had me oozing pre-cum against his hairy chest. Soon he was putting three fingers in my ass and pulling on my balls with his other hand. “Turn around and get that cock up your ass,” he said while grabbing his next cigarette. I turned around and his pre-cum slick cock slid into my ass pretty easily until I got to middle where it bulged out even bigger than the tip. I started riding him slowly while he smoked his cigarette. “Fuck yeah, squeeze my cock with your shitter you little bitch.” I tried to squeeze the thick cock in my sphincter, but I could barely put any pressure on it. “Come on you little slut, squeeze my fuckin’ cock.” Again I tried, but he had my ass so open it wouldn’t. “Sorry Sir, I’m trying but your cock is too big.” He tapped out the cigarette and blow smoke in my face. “Well I ain’t gonna get off like this. Bend your faggot ass over the passenger seat.” I crawled over to the passenger seat and in an instant he was plowing my ass balls deep. He grabbed my hips and started pounding harder and harder until he grunted and I could feel his load shooting in me. After he was done shooting he ripped his still hard cock out of me and sat on the floor, leaning up against the bunk. “Get over here and clean my cock of you stupid slut.” While I was cleaning his slick cock off I heard the CB radio go off behind me. “Hey George, you in the Flying J?” He slapped me on the back of my head. “What are you stupid; go get me the fuckin’ mic.” I reached up to the CB, got the mic down and continued cleaning his cock off. “Yeah, I’m here. What do you want?” “You eat dinner yet? Me and Mike were going to get the buffet there.” “Yeah, come on over, I’m in the back row with an empty trailer.” “Gettin’ off the road now, see you soon.” He banged me in the back of the head with the mic as I continued to lick his now soft cock. “I’m done, put it back.” I did as instructed and went back to his crotch. “I’m done there too slut.” “Yes Sir.” I got up and started to put my jeans on. “What the fuck are you doing?” “Getting dressed Sir.” “I didn’t tell you to get dressed.” I took my jeans back off and he took them, along with my other clothes and put them in the driver’s seat. “I’ll need that ass again later.” He started to buttoned up his jeans and fixed his clothing as he lit another cigarette. “You’re going to stay here in your slutty little jock and clean my truck while I go eat with some friends.” “Yes Sir.” “See you in a while and don’t touch your cock or your ass. You better keep my load in your ass 'cause that’s gonna be your only lube later.” As he exited the cab he took my clothes and put them in the side-box of the truck. I looked down and my hard cock was still restrained in my jockstrap and pre-cum was oozing out and dripping down to the floor. I found some paper towel and some Pledge and started wiping down the cab. In the closet there was a little vacuum that plugged into the cigarette lighter, which I use to vacuum up all the ashes and dirt in the carpet. While I was emptying the canister out the sleeper door a truck was backing into the next space. I thought I had hidden my nearly naked body, but once his truck was turned off I heard a knock on the passenger door. I froze and tried to remain as still as possible. He knocked again. “Come on, I know you’re in there.” I went to the passenger door and rolled down the window. “Yeah?” “I don’t suppose this is your rig?” “No Sir it’s not.” “You got a nice ass, how about you come over to my rig and I get a little piece?” “Sorry, I’m waiting for the driver to get done eating.” “Loyal. I like that. Okay, then. Catch you later. Maybe I’ll talk to the guy that drives this rig and see if I can borrow you.” “Yes Sir.” I rolled the window back up and went back to cleaning the cab. When I was done I lay down on the bunk and must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I heard was George yelling. “Hey slut!” I got up, went to the driver’s side window and rolled it down. “Get out of the truck, some friends of mine want to see you.” “But Sir, I’m…." “Get your ass out of the fucking truck!” Wearing only my red jockstrap, I opened the door and climbed down from the rig. Even before I reached the ground there was a hand on my ass. I turned around and there were two men, one of whom was about sixty, maybe 5’11”, about 170 pounds and his dick, even soft, was easy to outline in his jeans. I would soon learn that this was Gary. The other one was Mike, he was about 45, maybe 5’7”, and also exhibited a nice bulge in his pants. “Damn George! Nice piece of ass you got here." Gary’s thick middle finger penetrated my ass. “Oh fuck, he’s all ready to go too!” “I told you so. So, how about it; you forget about the fifty bucks I owe you and you can both fuck him.” “Sounds good, come here bitch.” Gary grabbed me by the back of my neck and forced my down to his crotch where his cock was growing in his pants. “Unzip me, you stupid whore. You can’t suck it through the fuckin’ denim.” They all laughed at his joke. I unzipped his pants and his dick fell out onto my cheek. I took him in my mouth and his cock was instantly rock hard. It had to be at least nine inches long and he had the type of low hanging balls I love on older men. “Fuck yeah, he’s a good little cocksucker,” Gary praised. Mike, meanwhile, knelt down behind me and started licking my ass. His five o’clock shadow against my freshly fucked hole made me instantly rock hard. “How’s he taste Mikey?” “Awesome, I can’t wait to fuck him.” “Well let me go first, after you get done with him he’ll be too stretched out.” Instinctively I moaned at the thought of an even bigger dick than I had in my mouth fucking my ass. “The whore seems to like the idea. Turn around and lean over the tires whore.” I turned around and bent over the back wheels of the tractor. The warm night air felt so fucking good as it touched my ass. Gary pushed his jeans down to his thighs and got behind me. In one motion he pushed all nine inches into me and started fucking me like he was using my hole to jack off with. My jock covered dick was pressed against the tire as Gary plowed my ass. He has one hand holding himself up against the tire and the other muffling my screams. He started going faster and faster, his dick was getting even thicker until he finally shot his load deep in me. He kept pumping my full of cum for what felt like a good full minute. When he was finally done he grabbed me by the neck again and shoved his cock in my mouth. “Yeah clean it up bitch.” After only a couple of licks he was soft and I had gotten all of the cum off his dick and balls. “Ok Mike, your turn. I’ll meet you back in the truck.” Gary zipped up his pants up and walked away. Mike’s throbbing cock was still being restrained by his jeans. “Turn around again.” Again I turned around; a little disappointed I wasn’t going to get that slab of meat before it went in my ass. I knew it was going to be bad when Mike took of his sweaty t-shirt and stuffed as much of it as he could into my mouth. “I need two hands fuck.” Suddenly I felt the biggest dick I’ve ever had in me slamming into my ass. Tears started running down my face as Mike pounded me. I feel the two loads of cum in my ass running down my legs and splattering between us every time he slammed his cock in my ass. George must have gotten bored watching me get fucked, “Send him back when you’re done using him.” He climbed back into the cab. Mike never slowed down and never acknowledged George’s absence; he just kept pounding my ass mercilessly. Suddenly he yanked his t-shirt from my mouth. “You want my fucking load?” “Yes Sir.” “Beg for it you little slut.” “Pleas Sir, please give me your load. I want to feel you shooting it inside me.” “Here you go.” He pounded me a few more times before he shot his load in me. As Gary had done before, Mike grabbed my neck and shoved his cock in my mouth. This time I not only tasted cum and my ass, but a little blood as well. My ass was so open that I could feel the night air inside me as cum dripped onto the ground. Suddenly he held my head against crotch with my mouth still around his soft cock and started pissing down my throat. I took every drop until he pulled out of my mouth and gave me a last little shot of piss in the face. He laughed as he zipped up his pants and put his shirt back on. As he walked past me he slapped my face lightly, remarking “Good little slut.” I got up, looked around and climbed back up into the cab. When I got back in I found George watching television in the sleeper. “Stay on the floor until I’m ready to use you.” Just then there was a knock on the passenger door. …to be continued

Maybe if I write this all down, I can maybe figure out why I did this. It all happened so fast. When I first started talking with Jordan on Grindr, I wouldn't have guessed that he was HIV positive. I know that you can't really tell but I just didn't expect such a hot guy to have HIV. It wasn't until our third date as we were walking through the French Quarter that Jordan revealed as much. Maybe it was because Jordan was so hot, or perhaps it was because I had had a boner for the previous half hour as I glanced at his bulge while we were walking and talking. For whatever the reason, I wasn't as shocked as I thought I would be. I wasn't as shocked as I thought I would be the first time I sucked off Jordan. And I wasn't shocked as I swallowed the big load delivered by his enviable, long and thick cock. So, I probably shouldn't have been shocked a couple of weeks later when I was laying in my bed face down as he was about to fuck me for the first time. He was so sweet and charming. He could have talked me into anything and he didn't even have to try and persuade me. It was two months of pent up desire: I HAD TO FEEL HIS DICK INSIDE ME, I wanted to scream. "Are you certain you don't want me to wear a condom?" he asked me. Okay, I guess it was more of a warning than a question. His question subtly reminded me he wasn't undetectable. He had explained that in switching meds his viral level was a "...little out of control." There was no reasoning with me, though, as I NEEDED him to fuck me, and I had to feel it raw. "Fuck me," was all I could manage to say in response. Before I knew it his tongue was in my hole and I was in heaven. And shortly thereafter his dick was slowly fighting its way into my tight hole. "Are you sure you want it?" he asked ever so gently. Only one response came to mind: "Fuck yes!" Jordan tried to reassure me or maybe persuade me. "We can stop at any point. Just say when you want me to stop." All I could focus on was the bliss of his thickness slowly plunging into me. I was somewhat surprised at how good it felt as in the past, even smaller cocks had hurt more. I suppose Jordan knew exactly how to fuck me. It was supposed to be this way, or so it seemed. Before I knew it, he was slowly pumping me all the way in and out. I can't explain how incredible it felt. In any event the experience was beyond intoxicating. Still, looking back I suppose I should have been shocked when Jordan seemed to transform. The gentle soft-spoken PhD student from Shreveport started to say some rather dark things in my ear. "I had a feeling you would like a poz dick fucking your ass." Somewhere in the back of my head, I knew this was a rather fucked up thing for him to say. But, I was too turned on to dispute him. And that only seemed to encourage him, "Yeah, take my poz dick in your tiny boyhole, you little slut." I felt kinda ashamed, and a little afraid hearing Jordan verbalize such notions. But, I was also turned on. And I never thought such deviance could arouse me so much. Before I knew it, I was encouraging him with each thrust. My feedback only seem to reinforce his darker tendencies. Only moments later, he past the point of all decency and conventional norms when he murmured softly into my ear "Each time I pump my dick into you, I'm taking a month of your life away from you." Then he slammed his dick into me harder than usual as if he wanted me to take extra notice. A few pumps later, he casually remarked "There go the rest of your 20s." In the back of my mind, I knew this was crazy. But, why then was I so turned on? A few moments later, he piston-fucked me relentlessly and then paused for a moment to comment "There went your 30s." I didn't quite get what he was saying until that point. "I'm fucking the life out of ou right now." I felt a sense of panic but the pleasure was still all-too-consuming. "Here go your forties," he said followed by ten deliberate jabs. The thrusts were unbelievably erotic though and the display of power he was showing me was persuasive. "You want more?" he asked as my mind raced to find some logic. I couldn't find it. "Yes, fuck my fifties away," I responded. Without a word he immediately complied. I didn't think he could hit me any deeper inside, but somehow his next series of jabbing thrusts hit a place deep inside me that I never experienced. I shrieked unexpectedly. But, found the pleasure still consumed me. My orgasm was mounting. I was confused, excited, terrified, but spell-bound. I didn't want him to stop. "You are getting closer and closer to death," he whispered into my ear and he jack-hammered me. I had no sensation of time as he jackhammered my hole. I had never before been so rock hard. And my ass felt incredible full of his cock. Then he announced "You are nearing your eighties now. I don't think you're gonna make it much pass 100." It was only then that logic managed to creep into my brain: I'm lettinng a poz guy fuck me. This is fucking crazy! Still I couldn't bring myself to object. "This poz dick is taking your last remaining years," he commented just before he started to moan and grunt, finally asking "Are you ready to die?!?" As I felt his cock stiffen even harder I nearly screamed "Fuck yeah, kill me with your cock!" His pace was frantic, and I was about to shoot my load any moment. "Get ... unh .. read .. for .. oblivion!!" I felt his hands grab my neck and he squeezed unbelievably hard. What the fuck? "Hey!" I tried to yell, but his clasp around my neck tightened and I found I couldn't make a sound. I was dizzy and light-headed. Maybe all the blood was going to my cock? I was barely conscious as felt his dick erupt inside me, but, just as Jordan unloaded in my hole I realized I was also shooting my jizz. I tried to catch my breath, but then everything went black. I woke up three hours later to a splitting headache. Jordan was gone and my ass was very sore. Had Jordan choked me to the point of causing me to pass out? What the hell just happened? That was two weeks ago. Jordan hasn't answered my phone calls or texts since then. What the fuck?!

I work at a bath house. Actually, I took the job as much to meat new guys as for the money. On the days I'm not working, I sometimes check in as a guest and get together with some of my buds. I'm always looking for new fuck buddies as the opportunity presents itself. My lover, Kevin, is also an attendant there. He is a cute guy with a perfect bod and great legs. It was through Kevin that I met 3 of his buds. One day shortly before Christmas, before Kevin and I became lovers, the 5 of us decided to get together. Christmas is a slow time at the bath house because guys are out of town or tied up with parties or family obligations. So it's kind of neat, cause you have the facilities all to yourself. The bath house offers testing every Wednesday. I knew Kevin was neg when he came back from the medic all smiles. And he had assured me his buddies were, in his word, "safe". So that left me. I'd tested poz, but hadn't told anybody. I kind of figured it was none of their business, and not worth ruining anybody's holiday over, least of all my own. So I just kept quiet. As we undressed and wrapped towels around ourselves, I wondered how it would feel sliding my cock up into each and everyone of their sweet bubble butts. Jake especially caught my eye. He had this killer smile. He's 5'11", 165, crewcut, dazzling red hair, freckles, green eyes, and super long legs. Of course, being men among men, our cocks got mutually hard or close to it; and my 7" was no exception. Jake was hot for me from the start. He tweaked my nips, and mentioned how he'd like to sample that bulge beneath my towel. Evan and Tristan, lovers for 3 years, were blonde, short hair, 5'8" and 5'10" respectively, nice bods, and a little more aloof. After a few minutes of horsing around, I told them I wanted to shower. They agreed, and we hustled off to the locker room. Still half hard, I hung up my towel. "Gosh, Bill, I wish I could help you with that!" Jake said. I laughed. "I wish you could, too." I winked at him, not concealing my admiration for his butt. Coyly, he turned about and stepped into the shower. Perhaps it was the season, or simply the camaraderie, as the warm water poured down on us. But pretty soon we went from soaping ourselves to soaping each other. Jake's hands strayed to my tits, as the water ran down between our legs. He began to twist and squeeze, and when I moaned he let his hand drift down to my cock. I reached behind him and put my finger in his hole, pulling his body hard against mine. He groaned as he raised his fingers to his lips to savor my oozing precum. He slid down my body to my balls. Evan and Tristan, shy youth not quite sure they could play a man's game, stood by and observed, till I grabbed their buttocks, and pulled them tightly against me, their hard cocks pressed to my thighs. Coarsely I pushed their heads down to my nips, making them suck my tits like babies. Sensuously Jake glided up and down my on my dick. He had warm water in his mouth as he gulped down my 7" all the way to the root and stared imploringly up at me. I jerked Evan's and Tristan's cocks, which left trails of precum on Jake's back and shoulders. The three of us kissed while Jake deep-throated me. I put my hands on the back of his head and face-fucked him till he gagged. Evan went to my asshole. Soooooo sweet! Tristan followed, and they took turns rimming me while they played with themselves. I pulled Jake to his feet. "I love your cock, Bill." "Yeah, but now I need your ass." Jake put his hands to the tile and bent over. Evan and Tristan played with my nips as I grabbed Jake's narrow waist and slid my 7" into him. His ass muscles worked my cock as I plowed deeply into him. Jake groaned and whimpered, and I put my hands on his shoulders to gain more leverage into his mancunt. Tristan said, "Do me, Bill!" Evan added, "Me, too, dude." I pumped in and out of Jake till he yelled "I'm gonna shoot, man!" Right on cue, wave after wave of my poz cum shot up in his belly as he shot a neg load all over his pubes and the wall. A couple ropes dripped onto his leg and foot. Weak and enervated, Jake fell back against me. And the neg cum on his belly burned like acid into my unrequited flesh. Evan and Tristan lined up their asses ready for their deserts. Jake recovered enough to work my tits as I shoved my cum-lubed cock up Evan's neg hole. I slammed into him, and his head bounced off the tile wall till Tristan steadied him. Evan whispered, "Fuck me, Bill! I need it!" I buried my poz cock all the way up his neg gut; but he kept pushing his ass back at me, begging for more. Tristin kissed him, telling him over and over, "It's okay, Baby." Like he understood his lover's need to get bred. I pulled all the way out and shoved it back in. Evan screamed. Tristan moaned as he watched me plug his lover's hot butt. As I started to shoot, Evan said, "Can't help it, man! I'm gonna cum!" I quickly pulled out of Evan and buried my dick deep in Tristan, so that both lovers got equal exposure to my seed. I figured if I could convert one of them, they'd fuck each other to death. Tristan, not expecting penetration, let out a yelp, first of surprise, then pain, then pleasure, as gobs of poz cum, lost during the transition, ran down his butt crack, as they did down the leg of his lover. "God, Bill, that feels soooooo good!" I plowed Tristan as lover Evan watched in envy, my big ass balls pounding his ass, as poz cum sprayed into sweet neg pussy. Tristan's cock was hard as I plugged him, and he was precuming so voluminously that strands of it dangled from his cock to my legs like the web of a venomous spider. He groaned and grunted as I used my cock muscle to penetrate his unsullied butt. Drained, I pulled out, begging exhaustion. Evan, Jake and Tristan toweled off, excused themselves, and went back to the room. Kevin, who had been strangely aloof during the whole ordeal, turned off the water; and we stood there, dripping wet, facing each other. I approached him and kissed him. "When do I get mine, Mr. Macho?" "Doing anything this evening? You know that nice Italian restaurant I mentioned? My treat." "Not exactly what I had in mind." "Well, there's always afterward," I added lamely. "Bill, you shouldn't be so careless. I saw your test results laying in the office a month ago. And now I may have helped you poz my best friends." Stunned, I just nodded. "You know something? The only emotion I felt, besides nearly cumming myself, was envy. Like I wished it was me getting pozzed. So the way I see it, Mister, you owe me big time. And I intend to collect my due." That evening Kevin and I went to dinner. After that we went back to his place. A fortnight later he came down with the flu. Six months later we became lovers and moved in together. Now Kevin's on meds and has a zero viral load. My own viral load's floats between 75 and 100 (thousand), with T-cells in the 400 range. As for Evan, Tristan and Jake? Jake's still neg, far as I know. Last I heard, Tristan converted, and pozzed Evan The lovers split up as a result. As for Kevin and me-we're still poz to each other and neg to the world.

Been so fucking horny today so was looking around bbrts and CL while at work. Hit a guy up on CL and headed to his hotel room just off times square at 1.15pm. No foreplay, no talking, just dropped my pants and he worked his way in dry and about 10 mins later he shot his load in me. Just before he pulled out he whispered in my ear "i hope u enjoy those toxic babes in you". I zipped up and went back to work a happy slut ;-)

Any hairy Tops in the Long Beach California area? Hit me up. Seeking weekday daytime FB with Masculine Top. Be fit and have good hygiene. Kissing a plus.

I never thought I'd like it. I agreed to take it for a hot dom. Now, I want it over and over. I even drink it.

Last night I went over to my former basketball coaches place. He took me into his shower with him and fucked me for about a half hour and then dropped his thick load in me!

I'm about to head off to the airport to fly to Berlin for a weekend of being a complete slut. Tonight I'll meet up with a BB Dom-Top and together we'll go to the Biohazard party where he will fuck me and then leave my ass to get fucked by whoever feels like it. I'll be wearing running shoes and a jockstrap, so the ass will be hanging out on display to make sure the tops can see what's on offer... Then tomorrow evening will be the Fickstutenmarkt where I'll be tied up blindfolded along with the other mares to be covered by any and all stallions/tops who feel like it. If I feel frisky tomorrow afternoon between the two big events of my Berlin weekend, perhaps I'll go to the Boiler sauna and sit around in the hot tub, hoping somebody will start grabbing my ass and then fucking me somewhere or other... (I'm QUITE likely to feel frisky! Let's face it; this weekend is all about taking cock and cum!)

No idea, really... Enough for me to wake up in my hotel room the next morning with a wet patch on the sheet where I had leaked cum while sleeping!

24 cocks and how many loads?

I think you need to post more pics of your boy. Here's my addition ... It wasn't until I watched my partner getting fucked and bred that I realized how much I wanted that tight little hole of his poz. We had had some group action, and him getting fucked a few times without me. In our first 3 months together he had taken loads from 10 raw cocks other than mine. If we were going to be open sexually I wanted him poz. We’d talk about fucking and getting fucked but it usually led to me breeding his ass. Andrew is just 21 and his ass is so tight and covered in this dark fuzz that I love; when I see him naked, I want to breed him. As much as I wanted Andrew to go poz, I was still neg, and since I only top, I knew it would be hard for me to ever catch the bug and share it with him. I knew I’d need someone else’s help to do this for me. I created a profile on BBRT and setup a costume sex party for Halloween. “Whoring out my 21yo boyfriend all night, no age or race hang ups – costumes preferred, but the less clothing the better”. I made Andrew help me decorate, I told him we were having a Halloween costume party. I love Andrew’s dark hair and it gave me the perfect idea for a costume for him. I handed him a pair of black thong underwear, cock covered – ass exposed, “Put this on”, “What is it?”, “That’s your costume”, he looked at it and then me a bit suspiciously, “You can put them on after your body paint dries … I’ll be doing your body make up”. It took a bit of work but I painted him from the neck down in black body make-up and used a template to get the black covering for his eyes, “You’re hardcore you know that?”, “Shushhh… I’m not done yet. Stand still for a few minutes so it can dry.” “Hurry up I need to piss…”, “You’re not dry yet … don’t you dare touch your cock”. I grabbed a large glass from the kitchen and placed it under his cock, “Go”, “Wha… “, “Piss babe … you said you gotta piss, so piss… you can’t move from here ‘til your dry – and don’t touch your cock!”. I could see him trying and then I heard his flow. He filled the glass with piss, cooing as he emptied his bladder, “finally… had to go bad … since you started”. With the glass warm and almost completely full I stood up and looked at him smiling, “Thirsty?” I said rather seriously. He just looked at me, and then feeling brave, I moved the glass to my lips and took a large sip. I could see the look of disgust on his face, “It’s just you babe, maybe I won’t share it with you”, this time I took a huge gulp and looked him directly in the eye as I swallowed it down. “Let me try”, he said. I could see his hands moving as I held the glass to his lips, “Don’t touch it, … I’ll hold it for you”. I held the glass to his lips and tilted it so he’d have to take a big gulp. He swallowed it down, then kind of grimaced. I took another gulp and held it up to him and he took another gulp. We kept this up until we finished the glass without saying another word. Now I was horny and needed to finish getting things ready instead of just holding him down and fucking him. After his black body paint dried, he put on his thong, and I finished him up with blue on his back and shoulders. “Sexiest Nightwing ever”, I said, “And what’s your costume?”, he asked. I grabbed a small bag and put on the smallest pair of green underwear I’ve ever seen, I got it from a child’s Aqua man costume for the gold band and decoration. Then I put on two gold wristbands, “What do you think?”, “That’s it … I’m almost naked and covered in body paint and that’s it?”, “That’s it … easy access boy”, and I flashed my cock at him (that always shuts him up) nearly tearing the way-too-small briefs. As our cocks got hard they made great outlines in our briefs and I knew tonight would be a very good time. Guys started to arrive in costume, many quickly realizing they were wearing too much, and the party almost immediately de-evolved into a naked flesh party with Nightwing’s hot bubble butt served up for all tops to dump in. I knew my best change to get my boy poz was an orgy, and in fact, almost all of the guys I approved were either HIV+ undetectable or not on meds. With my boy on the bed the first guy, dressed like Superman, fucked and bred him in about 10 minutes. With his costume I couldn’t really remember him from his profile, but I was pretty sure he was poz. The guys crowded around my boy and he took load after load. After an hour or so and what must have been his 7th load I still had not yet heard the word “poz” spoken, I needed my boy to know this was his conversion party and his partner had sets things up to make it happen. Once Flash finished dropping a load in him I slipped in, “Oh fuck … oh fuck babe, love that tight ass, love this fucking poz cum filled hole”, my boy didn’t even flinch he just kept sucking the guy in front of him, but at least now it was said. “That’s right boy … hope you wanted poz cum in your ass because you’re getting lots of it tonight”. Thinking about those words I fucked and fucked and fucked him, his ass was so slippery with cum I knew my cock wouldn’t last long. “Ohhhh fuck babe ... You’re gonna get my load … oh fuck … oh fuck … AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH … OH FUCK!”, and my load came squirting out of my cock at 100 mph deep into his poz-filled ass. Part of me imagined my cum pushing and forcing the previous poz loads deeper into his boy and helping convert him. The party continued for another couple of hours with some guys going twice. Unless I lost count my boy took 21 known poz loads and one neg one from me. By the time everyone left his ass and his muscles were sore from all the positions and fucking. I cuddled him with my cock in the crack of his ass hoping that my little party had done the trick and now my boy would be HIV+.

Number 1: Don't apologize (I know, I know, British habit. It's fine, just dial it back a bit). Remember, self confidence. You're presenting a problem here. That's (in part) what this place is for. If we weren't interested in helping then we'd ignore your post. OK, as for what to say after "Hi." I've added a sample profile from BBRT (first one that popped up on the worldwide listings for me). Let's say this guy is doing everything right for us. How to proceed? First thing I check: does he have anything in his profile that disqualifies him right off the back? From my perspective, he's versatile, so we'll find something fun to do. He wants to host, and I'm fine with traveling. He's negative, but at least open to sex with poz guys, so he may be fine with me as I'm undetectable. My big concern is that "Ask Me" next to drug usage. Might just mean he smokes pot now and then, but maybe he's got a serious drug problem. Or maybe he just ignored the question when filling out his profile. So I'll ask about that if it comes to it. Next, how do his interests line up with mine? He's into Daddies, Tattoos, Truckers, Bears and Leather. I can pretty comfortably fit into most or all of those categories somehow, so it seems likely he might be into me. Also, we like a lot of the same activities (Anonymous Sex, gang Bangs, Exhibition, Voyeurism, Kissing, Rimming, WS, Group Sex, Fucking...all good things.) So on the basis of what he's told the world, I think I'd likely be into him, and there's a decent chance he'll be into me. Looks promising. So I'll shoot him a message, and open with something complimentary. Because BBRT is just for hookups, we can be pretty direct. No-one is expecting Romeo and Juliet here. Now this guy's profile is pretty generic (kind of a good example of what not to do actually), but he did mention his location and cock size. It can be a good idea to work in some of the details he mentioned in his ad, which tells him you actually read what he wrote and that you're not just sending the same old email out to every guy on the site. So maybe here's my first pitch: "Hey stud, your pics and profile are fucking hot. I'm about ten minutes away from Oak Lawn and would love to come over and get off with you." Plus unlocking the pics. So that's me being versatile...I just want to get in his pants and don't really care who fucks who. If I was looking specifically to top or bottom tonight, I'd probably mention that right up front. I won't go into much more detail than that; he can look at my profile after all. This email is pretty much just to establish that I'm interested and also that I've noticed that he prefers to host. From here's it's pretty simple. If he messages back expressing interest in you, then you move to asking about any potential problems or dealbreakers. Here's where I will ask him about his "Ask Me" next to drug usage. Because he says he's negative, I will also explicitly mention my HIV status to make sure that he's noticed it and still wants to bareback with me. I do this because in the US, there are laws in some states about people not disclosing their status to partners. So that covers my ass. Also, it's just the right thing to do. "Hey man, before I head out, I wanted to ask you about the "Ask Me" next to drug usage on your profile. Do you party? Also, just so you know, I'm HIV+ undetectable. Hope that's cool." Assuming his answers are acceptable, I'll then get his address and phone number, give him an ETA and off we go. Another possibility is that he responds and says he's not interested, in which case you just move on to the next guy. But the most likely possibility is that you just hear nothing. So this isn't necessarily a rejection. BBRT might be in a background window on his computer and he hasn't seen your message. Or maybe he just logged out and the system hasn't caught up yet. Or maybe he has another prospect on the line he's trying to land but if that falls through he'll take you. Or maybe it is a rejection and he's just too rude or lazy to respond. Or maybe he's just trying to figure out what he's going to say. BBRT will let you see if he's checked out your profile or read your message. If he's done either of those and not replied in the next 15-20 minutes, then you can assume that he's not going to get with you, at least not tonight (though generally if guys are interested but just unavailable, they will tell you). You don't want to turn into a stalker here. I think if you like, you could try messaging him one more time on another night in case he was just busy or forgot about your message or whatever, but if, after that, he's still ignoring you then he's probably just not into you. So because you seem to really need a clear, logical cheat sheet, here's a flow chart.

No such thing as too much cum but I have reached the point where my hole was totally blown out during CumUnion. I needed to take a long break before I could get back in the action. However, in a one on one or threesome situation, I can go for hours non-stop. The more jizz deposited in my holes, the more I crave. Love the feeling of "gallons" of cum pouring out my gaping hole and down my thighs after I'm done.

Grabbing the meaty cheeks of the young hot pig pushing his ass out toward me I spread them wide and almost gasped with dark hunger as his pink hole smiled at me thru the tufts of black hair surrounding that still-innocent pucker. This boi's hole was MADE to be eaten, fucked, bred....and knocked up! And with the tina in my system ratcheting up my own piggy hunger I was ready to take care of the first penetration....my eager tongue into the depths of that virgin bi pig hole! Along with a good number of tina shards once I had him wet and loosened. And leather daddy and Miss T had him distracted. I moved my face within a couple inches of his hole and gently blew across it. I felt his asscheeks quiver in my grip as I did so, and heard his muffled moan as daddy had his entire dick buried in the cockpig's throat. I blew one more time on the hole then could not hold back, and moved my head and neck forward, my tongue leading the way as it made contact with his sweaty and quivering asslips. DAMN!! Did his hole taste good....and that was just the first taste. I couldn't wait to really taste him as I would get him loose enough to take my tongue past his hole into his chute. And I wasted no time! I grabbed his asscheeks more firmly for a better hold, spread them wider and noisily began licking, lapping and probing at his sweet never-before-fucked hole. His moans though still muffled became louder and his whole body started shaking as he pushed his ass back eager to get more of my tongue into him. I gladly obliged! "You like your pig brother's tongue on your sub pig cunt boi?" Daddy asked him. I heard an eager muffled response which I knew was a definite "YES!". GAWD! I couldn't get enough of this boi's hole on my tongue. It was going to be even so much sweeter once daddy and I worked him at both ends with tina to get him flying. As I feasted I heard daddy tell him to take a couple hits off the pipe. As he took daddy's dick from his mouth, just before taking the pipe stem between his lips he spoke in a heated half whisper half moan to me..."Oh fuck yeah dude! Eat my hot hole. Fuck it with your tongue! Damn that feels so good!! Never had anybody do that before...oh..yes..please!" I slapped one hand on his hairy asscheek to let him know I heard him, as I heard daddy tell him to take a couple of really big hits off the pipe and it'd make my tongue feel even better in his hole! I was only vaguely aware of their actions as in my hunger I was lost in worshipping this pig's ass with my tongue! I knew too that I needed to get it good and slicked up and loosened for the tina daddy wanted me to slide inside that hole. I heard daddy compliment the sub pig on his cloud then heard the click of the lighter as I redoubled my piggish drilling of this sweet hole offered to me. I ate him for about another 5 minutes or so before I reached over to the bag of nice chunky shards of tina and grabbed a 2 or 3 good sized pieces between my wet fingers. I pulled my tongue from the spit drenched hole and my face from the sweaty hairy crack as I moved the fingers with the tina just above his crack. I heard him whimper around daddy's dick in disappointment. "Don't worry, pig," I told him. "I'm not done. Just need to catch my breath. But I'm gonna slide my wet fingers in that hot hairy hole of yours. I think you're needing something in there don't ya?" I saw him bob his head up and down as he mumbled another yes around the meat in his mouth. I winked at daddy then pulled on one cheek with my free hand and slowly slid the 2 fingers covered with the t into his receptive hole. he winced and flinched as he felt the burn of the tina but I held his waist tight and daddy held his head. "It's ok, boi," I said reassuringly. It's just burning cause your hole is so tight. You'll start to feel real good in a moment when you get used to it. Why don't you ask daddy for another hit off the pipe in the meantime?" I finished as my fingers moved further into his heated hole and the tina began to melt in to him. Now the REAL pig boi was going to come out!!

This was a few weeks ago but didn't hit submit. Damn. I just crossed the line again... Last week I stealthed my own BFby fucking him with a load in my ass that I had just received from a stranger. I got fucked in this nasty alley by a guy I met on the street. He looked a little street thug - black guy with nice cock. So who knows what his load is like. Tonight with my BF and friend asleeep in the bedrooms upstairs I had this hot tweaked out stud sneak into the house and I raw fucked and bred him in our TV room. Not gonna wash my dick so when the BF sucks it in the AM. Heading to bed now.

THE FURNACE MAN #3 I crawled onto the bed and wiggled my ass at him. “Rim it again,” I told him. Apparently he didn’t need to be told twice. He slid the plug back out of my ass and dove in tongue first, probing my hole for as much cum as he could get. I thought he’d awakened a fire in me, but his first taste of cum downstairs had awakened a fire in him, too. More like hunger, really, just like the hunger my hole often felt. He licked, probed and slurped my butt for a good fifteen minutes at least, enjoying tasting it all. He just couldn’t get enough. When he finally came up for air, he wore a huge satisfied grin. Mind you, his face was all sloppy with juices, but I leaned in and helped clean up with some tongue work of my own. In addition, evidently the taste of cum had the same effect on him as it does on me: one taste and his dick was ramrod hard. He was ready to go again. This time I had him lay on his back and I lowered myself onto his upright rod, immediately impaling myself, slamming up and down over and over again. We had gone past the point of enjoying the sex and gone into more of a sex-crazed state of mind. We were both desperate to get more cum. I wanted more come in my ass and he wanted it in his mouth. I rode him, and rode him hard, determined to work another quick load out of his balls. My hips and thighs were hurting but I couldn’t give up. I knew I would be walking funny for days to come, but I didn’t care. Nothing was going to stop me. After several minutes of feverish pounding, he was getting close, so he took hold of my hips and helped slam me down harder into his pelvis. Our mutual desperation was definitely translating into the way we were fucking: we were both becoming more aggressive. I think that he knew that he could ram me as hard as he wanted at this point and it wouldn’t hurt me. This was uninhibited sex at it’s very best. Finally he roared loudly as he lifted his hips up off of the bed, carrying me up with him, as he drove his cock as far into my guts as he possibly could, while his stud juice flowed deep inside me. After the first couple of pulses of his dick, we fell back down to the mattress and I worked my ass muscles on him to suck the rest of his load out of his balls. That was load number four. I got nine loads in my ass from him that night, and broke his record good! Our fucks after that fourth load became more and more intense, bordering on violent. My hole was sloppy and wide open for him at this point, so I only felt insane pleasure. He ate my ass after load six and after the ninth, sharing that final helping of cum with me in a sloppy kiss before we finally collapsed and fell asleep in a tangle of sweaty body parts, stinking of sweat and sex and cum. We had literally fucked all night long, taking hydration and snack breaks a couple of times in between, and only fell asleep going on six in the morning. He called in sick to work so we could sleep. He didn’t hang around for long after we finally woke up just after one in the afternoon. We talked a bit about how amazing that had been, and we will fuck again now that he knows he can call me whenever, but it is clear to both of us that we are not to be anything other than fuck friends. He’s got a lot of catching up to do, learning more of his own interests and limits, such as he needs to figure out just far he wants to go. With all of his enthusiasm and passion that night, I would say he is gay now, but clearly that’s for him to decide. Moreover, if you’ve read any of my other writing, you know that I am on my own path, and I doubt that he will be ready for anything like that for a long time. But you never know.

Hump Day Monday I took off from school cause I felt shitty. I got a call in the afternoon from the L.A.P.D. My dad—a police officer due to retire in two years—had been killed in a drug bust. They were deeply sorry for my loss. The funeral would be held Wednesday. They'd hoped I could make it. I didn't feel anything. I sat on the bed, the only furniture in the room, staring at the alarm clock waiting to feel something. The second hand moved but nothing inside me did. Well, I felt shittier. Responsible. Inadequate. Mr. X says porn is pleasure plus guilt plus shame. Without shame, just pleasure and guilt, it's simply art. Shame is the key ingredient to raising art to the level of pornography. I felt pornographic and didn't care. I called Riggs' office and got his secretary, Cameron, a very pretty man with the deepest blue eyes. Why was I thinking about his deep blue eyes? I was horrible and shameful. I was a degenerate, it was my fault. I was the irony in my father's death. I pushed all this down and told Cameron what had happened. He gave me his condolences and I hung up. I cried and then I didn't. Riggs called me back that evening to see how I was. Okay, I told him. No, you're not, but that was okay. He would arranged for a flight for the funeral. I declined, he said nonsense. Go for the funeral and come back the next day. Mr. X was impressed and was peeved with him—Riggs—for not having me signed to a contract before I left his house. Staggered home from his house was more like it. He, Riggs, was impressed too. Despite his non-reply when I asked him if I was ever in the running for the lead—I understood now with how much meth he slammed, he was incapable at the moment of answering, much less even understanding the question. He was sorry that this was the first moment he had the chance to tell me. Yes, I was still in the running for the part, in fact, he could see no one else coming close to clenching the lead. Maybe Jeremy was still a possibility, but I was in the lead for the lead. It was the first I'd heard Jeremy mention, but Riggs continued, "But," Riggs cautioned, "Mr. X definitely wants to talk to you as soon as you're back. But I would say this. Take your time. I know what he wants to propose. But you need to think it through. Know what your getting yourself into." I thanked him, puzzled and unsure what he was trying to communicate, while I was trying to work out in my own mind what I wanted. "What about this," I proposed. "Can I take you up on a one-way ticket and I'll drive back with my dad's Cadillac. I would be back in class on Thursday." "Boychick, you take as much time as you need. Class is just class. Your father is your father, no matter how you thought of him." I heard on his end the phone quietly set in the cradle. I still hadn't slept since Friday morning—that is, if you don't count the black outs in the playroom. I felt a bizarre electricity buzzing through me. A mild hallucinatory state I knew was from the aftermath of the slams, where I saw meaningless illusions of light everywhere. In my apartment, I had a fan on high trying to lower the temperature in the stale, hot room. It's whir fed into an audio hallucination of a radio station playing inside my head. It was the white noise of the fan that my brain, still running on overdrive, was translating into soothing music. It was that music I finally fell asleep to for the next thirty-six hours. *** Cameron knocked on my door Wednesday morning with the flight ticket leaving in two hours. I thanked him, got dressed, took a cab, nodded off on the flight and landing at LAX just before noon. I took a cab to the cemetery, where dozens of black uniformed officers had assembled. There were also two women present I didn't know, both boo-hooing. I avoided them. I was a little paranoid in the presence of so many police officers, but most were family friends that I knew from when I was little, had come over to our house for bar-b-ques. Not so much of late. I kept my dark glasses on and covered up the bruise on my neck with my starched collar and a tie that felt like a noose. I was roasting in my dingy polyester suit during the ceremony, but it was what I owned. Afterward, Roy, my dad's boss and total jack off material—unibrow, crisp side burns and cropped hair, heavy dark beard even when freshly shaved—gave me a big, bear hug and passed me over to my Uncle Glenn, dressed in his expensive Armani suit. His wife and kids couldn't get away, he apologized. A pretty awkward moment lapsed between us as he let me go, my arms still hanging by my sides. My uncle drove me to the house. He said he would be willing to arrange to store the furniture and sell the house. "Whatever," is the best I could come up with. My body still had a trace of electricity running through it and I just wanted to get out of my suit, maybe take a dip in our pool before I left. At the house everything felt surreal, like I was a ghost floating through it. My room was just as I had left it before I moved in with Perry. My trophies were still on my desk; family photos of better times hung on the walls—Disneyland, Yosemite, I couldn't stand looking at our faces; a poster of Nirvana (Curt Cobain was the last man I looked at before I went to sleep each night); my Boy Scout knot board; me and Chief, my dog till I was ten, sat framed on my nightstand. I tore off my suit leaving it on the floor and got into my swimsuit. I went out to the small, cramped pool in our backyard through the den's sliding glass door. My uncle had flipped on the Dodgers and was helping himself to one of my dad's beers. I guess my dad wouldn't care, right? "I ordered a pizza," he said, as I was passing through, "if you're hungry." I closed the sliding door, feeling the warm, familiar beach breeze engulf me. The pool took up almost all of what remained of the back yard after the den addition. We were lucky, we were rich, I always thought. We were an elephant in a tutu, we were a ridiculous illusion of a family. We were pornographic. Feeling my uncle's eye on me, I decided to strip off my bathing suit and flash my new P.A. On the diving board, seeing the metal reflected by the sun, illuminating the otherwise shadowy back yard's wooden fence, I dove. I swam the length of the pool underwater. Just like the Hockney painting. When I got to the end, my uncle stood there with his beer. "You should have on a red jacket," I said looking up to him. He squinted at me. I tilted my head and banged some water out of my ear. "Uncle Glenn, why don't come in and join me." "Maybe once the pizza get's here. You hungry?" Cue pizza delivery boy. Ding dong. "Famished," I said, while Uncle Glenn went to the front door. I swam a couple of laps feeling for the first time the strange drag of my P.A. I flipped around like a dolphin feeling all the new sensations it gave me. It was healing fast as Mr. X said it would. The salty piss cleanses it, so piss a lot, he said. Tits leave alone. It was tender to the touch and constricted in underwear which made me leave off underwear for a while. Uncle Glenn came back with the pizza box and set it and a bunch of napkins on the glass table. The table took up the remaining three square feet not taken by the pool. My father was so ridiculous he even bought an umbrella to shade the table, even though that corner of the yard never got sun. I pushed myself up out of the pool, flexing my triceps purposefully in the act. Uncle Glenn had already gotten his slice and was in a deck chair when I got to the open box. I was slick, shiny, still dripping when I picked up my slice. Nude and completely hairless. "Pineapple, ham. You always had the best taste, unk." He eyeballed me again. I could tell he was getting a hardon. He glanced at my tits and then at my crotch as I dropped my legs and left them dangling in the water. "Thanks for coming," I said, "I know it must have been hard getting away from your practice and all." "Did you have those done in San Francisco?" he asked, waving a finger at my piercings. I nodded and gave a short, squat smile. "I hope it was done in a sterile environment." No, it was done after multiple slams and getting fucked and fisted for the first time, with tons of grease, piss and cum coating me. "Oh definitely, very professional," I said. "The girl was certified." "What's with the bruise on your neck and arms?" he questioned. "Fight class gets pretty out of control sometimes. Check out my ass," I said, rocking up to expose my welt to him. Like I ever had to ask him to check out my ass. I saw my uncle relax a bit. I didn't want him relaxed. "So how's Aunt Martha and the kids?" He began taking off his shoes. He'd already draped his Armani jacket on the back of his deck chair, now he was starting to loosen his tie. I fluffed my dick off my wet balls. Even with the tender pinch I felt in the tip it was starting to rise. "Busy. School, garden club. Jimmy's goalie on the team, so lots of running around to practice, games. Boy has he grown. When was the last time you saw him?" "I was thirteen, he was ten. We had a fun time when he spent the night that time." I let that hang a little ambiguously, not relenting from our locked gaze. He took off his tie and unbutton his collar. "I don't suppose your dad's swim suit would fit my big gut?" he asked as casually as he could. I had to stifle a laugh, opting for a non-committal shrug instead. "Prob'ly not. Why bother. No one can see back here." "Sure," he said, slipping out of his shoes, socks, pants and shirt, hanging his clothes carefully over his chair. Uncle Glenn had gained a lot of weight since I'd last seen him. Same narrow face, high forehead, but his hair was now white and his cheeks were jowly. My father always worked out, but Dr. Glenn never. Too busy. Dad would come home and I'd watch him swim laps in our pool. He wasn't overly muscular, but he did have memorable arms and thighs. That's why it was such a shock to see my uncle standing there in his extra-large 2xist (2xist? really?) black underwear with his flab hanging all over. "So, why no hair? Is that a thing now?" I was at half-mast but was slowly deflating looking at him. I started to play with myself since I saw him staring at my crotch. "It just feels better when I'm rubbing up against a hairy man." "I bet," he said, stripping off his underwear, acting like it was a joke. His long schlong with plenty of hair over his crotch was totally erect. Where my dad's pubes were dark, his were light grey. He jumped in the deep end with a huge splash, displacing water all around the deck. "Good choice, David. This is what I needed, after—" There was an unsettling silence while we both floated for a while. I decided to change that and slowly bobbed closer toward him. "I think this is what you needed," and I put my hand around his large cock and tugged on it. I pinched one of his fat tits and then the other. He grabbed my dick but I lurched away cause of its soreness. "Fuck, yesss. I agree, boy. Do you know long it's been?" I counted to myself the last time. Five years I calculated. "You are one hellava good looking boy. Take after me, don't you?" I said nothing, but climbed up the pool steps and took some cushions from the chairs and laid them out along pool side. He came up behind me and felt up my ass. He insert a finger and, feeling no resistance, added another. "Hell, boy, you're so loose." He added a third and jumbled around bringing out a fart. "What have they been teaching you up there." "Just what you're about to do to me here." I knelt on all fours and after he spit on his cock, knelt, he easily glided straight into me. It felt good to have him inside me. On some level we both needed this fuck, probably for different reason, but still a fuck is a fuck, and this one was, like the others, pretty hard, fast and loveless. This time I knew full well what I wanted. I rammed my ass into his wet, hairy cock, and he had me by the hips pounding me with a frantic rhapsody that probably hadn't seen a fuck in five years. A quick-before-we're-caught fervor that I never understood before. He steamed urgently ahead like a huge locomotive, breathing heavy, wheezing horribly. It was always short with him. On the final few thrusts he lurched fully into me, holding me with his sword at its peak, then pulled out and thrust again, holding it there, feeling every inch of me. Then one last time, thrust, and held my hips tight against his rod. I could feel him, spurt after spurt, his cockhead pulsing and spitting inside me. He pulled out and cum drained out, running down my leg and stained the cushion. I didn't give him a moment to get away. "Okay, unk, my turn. You lie on your back this time." He sat back on his haunches on what he just heard. "David, no, I don't do that. Never, never, never," he protested. He protested, me thinks, a little too much. "But I know you want to. Look at your cock, unk. Still all wood." I bent over to suck his rock hard member. I tasted my assjuice mixed with his cum. I swallowed his juicy fuckstick till his grey pubic hairs brushed my lips, till his fleshy crotch crushed into my face. I was of his flesh, my face buried into his flesh. First one leg awkwardly kicked from under him, then the other. He held both arm back to prop himself up while I ran my mouth up and down his quite plump member. I played with his balls and ran my fingers back to touch his his soft, moist anus. He jumped. I placed a hand on his chest and slowly he leaned back until he was completely prone. I lifted his legs and spread them to expose his furry brown hole. He was still wet from the pool, tasted of chlorine and his musky, fetid maleness. I parted his asslips with my fingers and tongue. He let out a cry of ecstasy and fear—ecstasy that he loved it, and fear that he loved it. I rimmed him mercilessly as he squirmed under me, pushing his lips out letting me get deeper inside him. I spied some old suntan lotion on the glass table, reached up and lubed his hole. I cautiously and generously greased my cock, sensing if the tenderness would upend my intentions. Seeing my uncle spread legs, his brown wet hole fully exposed, it didn't matter. I stuck my P.A. in his virgin cunt with one finger, then slid the rest of my member slowing up his quivering shithole. "Wait," he hollered, "it hurts." "Just figuring that out now," I breathed on top of him, using my weight to push into him. His breath was rapid and his face contorted in pain. But he wanted it. I know he wanted it. "If you didn't want this you would have pushed me off a minute ago," I reminded him using his words. I pulled out a little and felt my dick firmly resolve to rape him. I plunged in again and pulled out feeling the trail of metal following my meat. Each push was agonizing and thrilling, for both of us; exciting me to pursue my desire, for him to succumb to his hidden desires. Yes, it hurt but hurt so good. This was a refrain I was learning, from no one else but from my own senses. Fucking him felt good on so many levels. The wet, slippery viscosity of the lotion was perfect because I could feel him fighting me internally—his hole was incredibly constricting, what a contrast to Riggs—but fucking him was like jacking off into a crushing fist. The harder he squeezed to eject me, the more I was pleasured. "Keep it up, keep fighting me, keep me from cumming. Squeeze harder, Uncle Glenn, that's it!" I looked down and saw his own cock dripping. As I picked up my pace I started jacking him too. Looking up at me, he winced every time I ran my P.A. over his prostate. We were both looking into each other's eyes, kinda shocked, kinda dirty, both wild eyed, when his cell rang. I was hard inside him, toying with his hole, as he reach for the phone in his coat pocket. "Oh, Martha," he said, pleading with a hand for me to exit. It only made me stiffer and punch his hole harder. He grunted. "What? No, it was moving, yes. I'm close, closing—" he grunted again, and the years I felt helpless gushed out of me, banging him furiously. "Oh, Jesus! What, no, I suspect I'm overwhelmed. Oh, fuck! Martha, I'm sorry, it's just, I can't—" "Hi Aunt Martha, it's Davie!" I yelled, as he covered my mouth with his hand. "David and I, we're trying to—. It's hard, dear, so hard. Oh!" I shot my wad right up his Hippocratic hole, feeling the river of cum and tension of the past couple of days, past lifetime, ooze right out of me. He surprised himself and shot all over his face right after, getting it in his eyes, stinging himself. "I'll call you back." He snapped shut the phone. "Oh, Jesus, David, David, David. What have we done." "You've done nothing." I pulled out seeing a bright bead of blood on the tip of my P.A. I grabbed a few napkins weighted down by the pizza box and wiped Uncle Glenn's dripping red ass. I went to the bathroom, flushed the bloody napkins, and got a roll of cotton bandages to wrap my dick in. The bleeding wasn't bad, it would soon stop, but I wanted nothing so much as to get out of there. I'd already taken out most of my stuff. I took the picture on the nightstand and the knotboard on the wall. I made sure Uncle Glenn had my number, assured him I'd sign the paperwork, no problem, and grabbed the car keys in the kitchen. I was out without a scene. We'd never mention this, like all the other times, again. The garage housed the family car. And like everything else about the house, it was way too big to fit comfortably in its space. I squeeze sideways facing my father's workbench. I popped open the car door, but just before getting in I saw a misplaced wrench on the table. I picked it up and put it up on its outlined rightful place on the pegboard. Each tool—hammer, screwdriver, wrench—had its rightful place. With the wrench back in place, all was right with the world. After stealthing my uncle I no longer felt my family was pornographic. Quite the opposite. I left shame behind next to the pool. It no longer belonged to me. I felt a little bit guilty—perhaps—and mighty pleasured—my smile showed that—but no shame. Feeling pleasure with a hint of guilt, I felt what I was leaving behind was art. I pulled out of the drive, took the top down, and pointed the over-sized, white Caddy toward the long drive up the coast.

AHHHHH That Moment were you lean down as you bury your hard cock balls deep in a boy's hole as you pump him full of charged up toxic cum and whisper (Good boy feel my toxic seed blasting into your gut's? you belong to me know you will never shoot another Neg load as long as you live). It is an instant Mind Fuck for the boy and starts them Thinking WTF just happen was he for real did he rely poz me? why didn't I ask his Stats? why was I so dumb to take it bare? Another two boy's marked and charged for ever. The best part is when my boy comforts them and makes them feel better only to sink his charged cock into his balls and repeat the breeding.

Knowing that there was a big PRCA bull riding event here in town, I placed an ad for anonymous walk in pump and dump here at my place. I got a number of replies, but only one came through. Holy shit, did he come through! After a couple emails, we had it set up. He was to email me about 10pm, and then he would be over. He wanted me blindfolded, ass in the air, prelubed, door open. I complied. No touching of him on my part, as he said he was going to fuck me, drop a load and nothing else. He also said that once he arrived that he was committed to give me a fuck, and he would not take no for an answer or allow me to stop. If I couldn't take his cock and fucking, tough luck. I assured him I could take it as I have taken some large and aggressive poundings over the years, and would get my hole worked up on preparation for his use. So, sure as shit at about 10:05 I got an email asking for my address. I gave it to him and told him I would be ready for him in about 25 minutes upon his arrival. I lubed up, set lighting to dark, but enough so that he could make out furniture and me ass up on the living room floor. I heard his diesel truck pull into my gravel driveway and I immediately got down with my ass in the air. Within a minute I heard my door open and close then footsteps. Quickly I heard the clanking of a belt buckle and zipper going down and jeans being pushed down. I then heard him open the lube and the greasing up of what I would soon find out to be a massive headed and thick slab of pure man meat. Much to my surprise, he never touched any of the condoms laying next to the lube. No ceremony or care given, he placed his cockhead on my hole and in one aggressive hard push drove his cock in balls deep. I thought I was going to pass out, and cowboy was not only hung, but easily as thick as a redbull can and hard as steel. I must have moaned/cried out in pain, as he laughed and said, "this is only the beginning. Get ready to not be able to sit for a week!" He started rasping that thick meat in and out. Full strokes. On each downward thrust i could feel his pubes on my ass and his large egg sized nuts slap on my taint. I was in heaven. He continued with long deep powerful strokes for 5 minutes or so, then without pulling out pushed my legs together with his thighs, reared up, shorted his stroke and began building to climax. Within a minute his breathing changed to short ragged breaths and with a gasp and shout of "OH FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM" he buried it balls deep and gound his pubes on my asshole and then I could feel it pulsing as it unloaded. Once he came down from his cum high, he pulled out, wiped his cock with the towel, pulled his pants up, zipped up, clanking of buckle and shuffled his cowboy boots to the door. Before opening the door he said, "that's for all the faggot guys checking me out whenever I come into town; I see you guys checking me out. Keep this private and I'll contact you in a couple weeks when I know I will be close to town. Thanks for the nut!" and then he was out the door. I emailed him again shortly thereafter with my direct email since cl uses relay responses, so he can contact me directly. This morning my hole is tender and still greasy from the lube. What a pain in the ass! Here's to hoping that he returns!!!!

Decided to have a birthday group to work my ass good yesterday. When it was said and done i got 4 loads and had this twink pound my ass for a long time. http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Skinny-twink-fucking-my-brains-out-29930891 I spent 9 hours sucking and getting fucked by 7 studs. I definitely need to record my fucks more often

Last night. I had a PnP session with a fuck buddy and after some hours of serious fucking and ass play I filled him up with a big load

Seeing Connor was like seeing joy. My eyes were searching for him as the bus pulled up to the curb. I saw him in his shorts and a tank top leaning on his car, his hair had grown out a bit and it blew as a truck drove by. I looked again for him as I got off the bus, but he wasn't standing in the same place. I looked around in confusion with a tinge of fear (did he leave?) and then our eyes locked. I couldn't see his whole face yet, but I saw his eyes. Excitement, love, lust, hope was in those eyes - pure joy. I got off the bus and we hugged and exchanged a brief kiss. I grabbed my bag and Connor took my other hand. Since we were holding hands it took us a couple trips to the car to get all my stuff. I couldn't let go. Neither could he. As we were grabbing my final bag, the bus pulled away. I saw Bryce sitting on the bus watching Connor and I. I felt some guilt about cheating on Connor, but that passed quickly. Connor and I got groceries, called my family, and went to the cabin. As soon as we were in the door, I dropped to my knees, pulled Connor's shorts and briefs down and took his cock in my mouth. Leaning against the wall, right next to open side door, I took his semi hard dick and made it a solid pipe. I stood up and pushed my shorts down. I turned around, showing Connor my jock clad ass and used perspiration and spit to get his amazing cock inside me. I fucked myself on his cock as he leaned against the wall. My own cock was rock hard and fell out of the side of my jock. After a few minutes of me fucking myself on his cock, Connor pushed me onto my hands and knees and pushed his cock back inside me. He said, "Your ass feels amazing. But, I'm in charge. You do it how I want it." He pushed my head into the floor and started taking his cock out and shoving it back inside. He did this same thing over and over. Connor called it remaking my pussy. When he said those words the first time as he jammed his cock inside me, my cock exploded all over the floor. Connor didn't stop. He kept fucking me. Shortly after I'd cum, Connor changed strokes and started fucking me fast with shorter strokes. His cock never leaving my ass. I was groaning. This fuck was so hot I could barely catch my breath. In less than five minutes of changing his fuck strokes, Connor yelled that he was cumming in my ass. I felt him cum. It was a fucking huge load. He must've saved that load for days. We collapsed on the floor, both still wearing our shirts and sneakers; me in a jockstrap and him naked from the waist down. We were a sweaty mess. We kissed. After we got settled in the cabin and I showed him around, Connor and I fucked again. And then we fucked again. Then we ate. Then we fucked again. For the next two days our routine was: wake up, run, fuck while sweaty, make breakfast, fuck, fuck, cuddle, fuck, fuck, cuddle, make dinner, and fuck until we slept. On the fourth day, we decided to venture into Cooperstown and saw the Baseball Hall of Fame and had lunch. Connor and I stopped and looked at a map of the area which showed Riddell Park. Connor smiled at me and asked, "Is that the place where you sucked all those guys off?" I nodded. He said, "Let's go there tomorrow." I smiled and said, "Fuck yes." Tomorrow came and it started the same way (run, fuck, breakfast). We packed a bag, took water, sun tan lotion and hats and went to Riddell Park. We parked the old pick up right near the bathrooms, like I had previously. I was excited and sexually turned on remembering this place and the cocks I sucked here. I remembered the excitement of "cruising" here for the first time. I started to get hard. Connor said, "Let's go for a hike." We took the southern trail because I remembered it being longer and more private with fewer hikers. At one point there was a good overlook of the area. We stopped to drink water and look out on nature. Connor walked forward off the path and down into an area that was almost below the path. He motioned for me to follow him and I did. I realized that no one could see us here unless they were standing immediately above us on the path or below us down the hill. Connor, looking at the view, said, "Strip bitch. I'm going to fuck your ass while I look at this view." I was about to protest but instead I took off all my clothes, except my sneakers. Connor bent me over and ate my ass. He told me to suck his cock and get it wet. I did. After a few minutes, he brought me up to kiss me. It was a really romantic kiss and it was a great make out session. It was like the first time again. We were holding back fucking until we were too worked up to do anything but fuck. I was being held against the earth and stone of the cliff/hill. Either my back or my chest was always against it as we made out. I must've been getting so dirty and scratched, but I didn't notice. Connor stopped our make out and told me how much he loved me. I kissed him and we made out again. His cock was pushing into my pelvis and I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed him back a bit, bent over and took his cock in my mouth. I had to taste him again. Connor said he was close and told me to stop. He grabbed the sun tan lotion, put some in his hand and said, "I'm going to fuck you using this as lube." I turned around, facing the gorgeous view of nature. First Connor slid his fingers covered in lotion and then his cock into my ass. Neither of us lasted long, with him cumming in my ass; and me begging for his load as he jerked my cock. We held each other curled on top of our pile of clothes. Connor and I were quiet a long time and lay there holding each other. I almost fell asleep. Instead, Connor asked me about the guys from the park. I told him the story of the guy who almost fucked me but couldn't get hard. He said, "You are such a bottom slut that you must've been gagging for a cock in your ass." I told him all the things the guy had said. I told him about how the guy made me admit I would've taken him bareback. Connor said, "Duh!" and slapped my ass. I told Connor how I drove to the other park. I told him how excited and horny I was to go to the "college guy park." We both laughed. I told him about Tom and our fuck in the trees. Connor asked, "Did he fuck you bareback?" I shyly admitted that he did. I felt Connor's cock start to grow behind me as he asked for more details of the Tom fuck. Connor began to finger me and then slid his hard cock in my ass. He fucked me lovingly like this for about ten minutes. I was stroking my cock and was so hard. His cock was massaging my prostate. I was panting in lust. Connor asked, "Would you let Tom fuck you right now?" Without thinking, I said yes. Connor asked if Tom was hot. He made me tell him how Tom looked. He told me to imagine it was Tom's cock inside me. I got really into the role play. I was imaging that it was Tom fucking me bareback. I was imaging that Tom's cock was leaking precum inside my ass. I started moaning loudly. I said I was going to cum. Connor said, "Beg Tom for his load." I stroked my cock a few more times and as I was cumming said, "Fuck me Tom. Cum in me. Give me your load." Connor jammed his cock in my ass again and exploded inside me. Right then I knew something changed in our relationship. That we had opened another sexual door and walked through it together. We rested for a bit, cleaned up and walked back to the pick up. As we were walking, two really hot guys passed us. The one dude had no shirt on and was a hot motherfucker. He had muscles and like 0% body fat. Connor was in amazing shape, but this dude was like an Olympian. I noticed his tattoo. It was three circles on top of a fourth. Damn that tattoo looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen it previously. I remember saying to Connor, "He looks like an Olympian but he's not smart enough to get five circles for the Olympic logo. Duh." Connor laughed. Then he said, "Zach, baby, that's a biohazard symbol. On gay guys it usually means they have HIV. He's probably positive." As soon as he explained the tattoo, I remembered where I'd seen the tattoo previously. Bryce had one. The rest of the trip was a blur or fear and paranoia. I was so scared of giving HIV to Connor. I was so scared that I had HIV. I didn't know what to do - not like there are free clinics in Cooperstown. I didn't truly relax until almost a month later when I got tested, got the immediate result and then the official result. I was HIV negative. I hadn't put Connor at risk. Although, maybe I had since I took at least 50-60 of his loads in my ass or mouth since I saw that tattoo in Riddell Park.

Agreed! Also for me it's about what I like! I enjoy rape scenes and tops that will force their way into me & take what they want for as long as they want. Too often, I find tops who aren't really willing to do that & I end up disappointed. I may not be enjoying it in the moment but that's ok. My entire goal is to please a top, no matter what I have I go through to get to the point. Quite franklu, the more I suffer for the top, the more satisfied I am at the end of it all that I've done what's required of me & satisfied a real man

Is it wrong for me to be a bit in love with my own manhood for all the pleasure and breeding it gives me and the way he fulfills my purpose as a breeder? Dont even wanna think about how it would be without him

I am a very hungry not sure but probably neg hungry hole you can Poz me and my ass and rape me and line up a few dozen or more of your Poz HVL TOXIC tops to give me all of your loads please I'll be your pig cum slut whore for you!

It seems like this well written story is a play on la petite mort, as the French would put it.

Man ur hot story reminds me of my college freshman. Year dorm. My next door neighbors were two blk boys. I have never really had exposure to black boys back then and I was very shy so for months I didn't really hang out with them til the middle of first semester. Barry was about my ht but had huge muscular body and Arnold was more lean muscled but almost 6' 6" . One weekend after midterm, many kids went out or went back home for the weekend so the dorm was very quiet and empty. Barry went back home for the weekend but Arnold had to make up one of the exams so he stayed but I thought both of them were gone. My roommate was gone for the weekend as well so I decided to watch gay pon with audio while I masturbated. All of sudden my door opened and Arnold walked in naked with a towel around his waist still wet from the shower and asked me what I was watching.. He closed the door behind him and drooped his towel and walked over to me. "I knee you were gay. Do you like. To sick and get fucked?" I didn't reply his question but my lips parted and started kissing my first black cock. Arnold fucked my face and came all over my face before he went back to his room to study. Since that first time with Arnold, I was invited to his room a lost every night to hang out. I blew both Barry and Arnold sometimes but most of the times we hist hung out like normal friends. Before Christmas vacation, Barry asked me to smoke pot and have an egg nog with them before we went back home for the holiday. Pot made me feel so mellow and relaxed as both Barry and Arnokd got me naked and laying down on my side with Barry's arm around me and are lofted my leg and pushed his cock into me. Arnold came over and silenced my scream with his cock and helped Barry hold me back to meet Barry's thrusts. When Barry pulled out and sprayed his cum all over my thighs, I was moved to Arnikd's bed and Barry let me clean him until Arnokd came on my back as well. When Barry left to take a shower, Arnold pushed back into me and pounded me like a wild animal and came again inside me.

Boyz, Here's the next installment of my sexual adventures at the massive bareback event at Club 120 last night in Toronto. I was one of the first guys to arrive, and some guys walked in immediately behind me. We took our clothes and coats off and secured them with the person at the coat check. Now on to the sex. I met a young Asian fellow who's ass was lubed and ready for fucking. He smiled at me and said I'd be welcome in him. With that invitation it didn't take me long to shove my raw dick in his ass, however, as it was quite early, (10:30 PM), I didn't want to cum in him just yet, so after enjoying his hole for a few minutes I let him now I'd be back for more. Next, there were a number of guys on whom I had my eyes. There was a tall beautiful bottom who lay in the sling getting fucked (which is where I ended-up fucking him), and at other times he wandered around, making his ass available for all and any loads. Eventually his blue eyes caught my attention and I loaded him up with my saved up cum. It was really GREAT. During the course of the evening I met a guy I've bumped into (literally and figuratively) a few times at Steamworks Toronto. He has a great personality and absolutely loves bareback sex. He's around my own age of 52 and made it clear he wanted me to fuck him. Which, of course, I did. His ass was round, warm, and inviting - in short it was absolutely beautiful. The next time we play he will get my load. Do you know the DJ was part of this bareback event? Until this evening I've never before fucked the DJ. He was a strong black man who wanted really wanted to bottom. Using some of his silicone lube, I easily slid into his hole, and particularly enjoyed fucking the him. So now I can scratch "fucking the DJ" off my bucket list!! Oh, did I tell that the same young Asian guy was getting fisted? I have only rarely fisted a guy in 20 some odd years, but fisting the Asian guy was enjoyable. My hand is somewhat small, so he could readily take it up his ass. Of course the nearby can of Crisco was also helpful. All in all, it was a beautiful evening at this bareback playground, and it surely beat any CumUnion party I've attended, hands down! No questions, no worries, no ageism. Just good ol' bareback sex at its best. Everybody had a good time! I will attend the two events scheduled in January at the same club. Check out the details on BarebackRT Toronto. And a merry barebacking to all in 2017!! Read1

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Well, I'm too tired to write it up now, but I'm definitely sore... I took 24 cocks - though obviously some might have been repeats; what do I know...

If I have to pick one or the other, want my cunt bred. My preference would be to have one guy unloading down my throat while another breeds me.

Part 3 After his experience with the hot suited Man, Clay decided to do some searching on craigslist. Among his top favorite searches were posts from married men who worked in the city and wanted some discreet no strings attached head before heading home to New Jersey and Scarsdale. The aching feeling he got having these businessmen come to his door, Feed him their dick, bust a nut and leave always left him wanting more. And of course there were a number of close calls with his straight roommate walking in, which often made Clay cum in his shorts. However, after a while this routine seemed to feel dull. While he loved giving head, and especially loved tapping into his dirty side, he knew he wanted to take it further. He often fantasized about letting all of his inhibitions down and getting tagteamed by a pair, or even better a group of masculine dominant guys who would take him to places he had never gone before. He had always wanted a guy to fuck him raw and cum in his butt but he was far too nervous to ask for it. Sure he loved to swallow, but it wasn't the same thing. This feeling nagged at him for months until one night... It was 3 AM and his roommate was out of town for a few weeks visiting friends on the West Coast. Clay was up late and had had a pretty rough week. Unable to sleep, and tossing around the idea of seeing if anyone was looking in Hell's Kitchen midtown, he pulled up craigslist. He searched through all the usual stuff, until he found something that caught his eye. "Looking for son to play wiTh, favs to share". Inside the ad read 42 6ft 175 8"c Dom Top in gear looking for son to parTy with and get nasty. Looking to host. Clay had seen posts like these before, but often ignored them as he wasn't sure what parTy meant but figured it was drug related. He had smoked pot a few times and a few hits of ecstasy but that was about it. But there was something about this post that had him curious. Before he knew what he was doing, he began to write a reply. His hands begin trembling and his breath became shallow as he wrote back "Hey what's up, young guy here into playing with Men. Never partied before, is that ok? In Hell's Kitchen and can travel." With that he included a somewhat innocent looking picture of himself, and sent it on its way. Almost instantly came the reply: "You wanna learn how little boy?" Clay loved to be called little boy by older Men, and his dick immediately got hard and began to leak pre-cum. He wrote back "When and where?" And sent another picture to hopefully seal the deal. A few minutes later the guy sent his address, and told Clay to hurry over. Clay was excited and nervous in a way he hadn't been for some time. He threw on his green ball cap, A pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. It wasn't until he got his shoes on that he stopped and realized holy shit...I'm kind of scared. The next thing he knew he was standing outside the guys building. He took a few more shallow breaths and took his hand out of his pocket to push the buzzer. No voice came over the intercom, just the buzz of the door unlocking to allow him in. Up to the 3rd floor he went.

This is a follow-up or continuation of my post about my vacation Pig vacation for an athletic jock bttm whore. A few weeks ago I was on vacation in Ft Lauderdale from a Wednesday to the following Friday, so more than a week, and I planned to have sex most of the time. The first Wednesday night out I had ended up at a sex club bottoming for all kinds of guys, servicing any and all who wanted action. I was one of the few guys there under 30 and at 5-8 and 150, I got lots of good hard use. I met John, a top who watched me and encouraged me towards the end of the night and as we were all getting ready to leave around 4am, he barked at me, "So boy, you look like my kind of pig slut. You gotta be anywhere? Work? Poz? Neg?" I told him, "Nope, got a flight next Tuesday so available all weekend. And just tested neg." We continued to walk out and he said, "Follow me" and got on his phone, "Hey it's John. Gotta good neg bottom for you. Yeah he got his ass used good. Took loads from everyone here, all the biggest dicks. Yeah, even Derrick. Cool. I'll drop him off. Gotta rest for work tomorrow." Arriving at his car we got in and he started questioning me about where I was staying and my limits. I told him I had a ratty hotel room in a bad section of town and that I couldn't set any limits and would try to service tops as best as I could. "Good boy, we're going to have fun. Such a hot little slut. I'm going to drop you off at a buddy's place where you are gonna service him and his friends while I sleep and get ready for work." He drove quickly over the empty morning streets and continued, "I'll pick you up in a few hours on my way to work and drop you off at the bathhouse. I'm gonna make sure your hot cunt gets used constantly. Nothing better than seeing a nice hole like your's get turned inside out and gaping big. Love that. Will even make sure you get fisted several times a day for the next week." "Yes sir" I said and thought Oh fuck. I prided myself on having a hole loose enough to easily take any cock any time, but still tight and enjoyable for tops. But knowing my place was to obey any tops, I couldn't disagree and knew it would happen eventually anyway. I knew I was destined to get used hard so might as well have fun doing it. We were driving now on a slummy street with lots of little run-down houses with cars and car parts littering the yards and into the streets. We pulled up to the dumpiest house on the still dark street and John said, "Strip. And leave your wallet and phone with me. Go inside, Mike is waiting." I looked at him and hesitated and he asked, "You want this, slut? No going back. I want you to submit entirely and you know you want it. I saw how you were servicing EVERY cock in the club. Licking your ass scum off the fingers and cocks that came out of your ass. Saw you with your head in the nasty filthy club toilet while you were getting fucked in the bathroom. Like a good lil piggy." He was right. I pulled off my shirt and thumbed my mesh shorts and jock over my sneakers and put my wallet, phone and room key and made a pile the floor his car. He said, "Sneakers too." and glanced at the clock that read 4:40 A.M. and added, "I'll be back to pick your sorry ass up around 11 A.M. Now get going." I shut the door and padded up barefoot to the house where a thick tattooed muscle bear opened the door. "Get in here, naked pig slut. Prepare to be used." And he added, "Fuck hot pig" while looking me over like a peice of meat. "Follow me." I followed him back to a playroom with a couch and coffee table, sling, bench, tall butcher table and lots of toys and things I didn't recognize. MiIke pushed me up against a wall and said "Spread 'em. Let me see that hole. Yeah that's right, full of dirty cum. Nice." As I stood, spread and slightly bent over, he dug around with his fingers and coated them with some of the cum deposited and leaking from my ass and pushed his fingers to my face and I sucked them and tasted the dirty cum. "Good boy. Now grab that dildo and sit on it in front of the coffee table." I looked at the giant dildo he was referring to and shuddered. It was the kind that sat firmly on its own on the floor. "Your gonna fuck yourself with that while you suck my dick and we party." As he sat down on the couch, I grabbed the giant dildo and moved it onto the floor in front of him. As I maneuvered the dildo, I used my spit and the cum deposited in my ass as lube and squatted over the giant dildo in front of Mike, who got comfortable on the couch and prepared a glass pipe and lit it. I was still working the dildo in, pushing the wide head against my battered and sore hole when he pulled me to his face and blew his smoke into my mouth. I saw what was coming and exhaled prior so I'd have plenty of room to take in his smoke. Soon my ass gave way and I sunk down on the dildo. I repositioned my legs from my feet to my knees and Mike said "That's it. Take it all the way down. Keep going." I sank almost all the way to the floor, taking at its thickest point, probably about four inches wide. I leaned forward a little bit to take his thick pierced cock into my mouth while trying to keep my ass moving on the dildo. I'm not a huge fan of dildos but I was high and loved the full feeling and wanted to please Mike. I slobbered all over his hot dick and my hands roamed around his thick tatted muscles. Mike prepared a popper rag, spraying liberally and covered my face with it. Pressing it hard, he said "Breath it in bitch, I want you in heat." My head was soon spinning and he reached under me and started to shove his sharp finger-nailed fingers into my ass along with the giant dildo. I was soon a pig possessed. "Fuck yeah, ruin my hole, tear it open." I rode the dildo harder, battering my hole against his fingers. After a while, Mike lit up his pipe and we continued our high. I'm not sure how much time had passed while I fucked my hole raw and deep before Mike found another dildo, even wider with brutal looking knobs all over it. While I was working the new dildo in and out of my hole, high as a kite, I heard more voices and realized more guys had arrived. Before I had a chance to see any of them, I was pushed up against a wall and a nice big hard dick slipped easily into my hole.The guy man-handling me was much bigger, 6'3" or more and I had to stand legs straight for him to be comfortable in my ass. With his dick still deep in my hole, he directed me around back over to the dildos I had had deep in my hole and the new guy said "I wanna see the piggy clean off the dildos he's been using. Looks like lots of ass juice and flavor there." Naturally I did my best to scarf up the juices covering the dildos. The room was rather dark but I could definintaly taste blood from my hole. The new guy was fucking me harder, "Fuck yeah, I'm gonna breed ya neg pig boy" and I felt his cock jerk and spasm in my ass. Hours passed as they abused my holes and I tried to service their cocks and soon I could tell it was well into Thursday. I hadn't slept all night, my throat and ass were battered and sore, I didn't have any clothes, ID, wallet or phone and was completely dependent on John. Mike and his friends had all cum at least once and I was cleaning off some cock. I had been partying enough that I was up for anything. John arrived and came into the party room and said to me, "Let's go pig, you've got more cocks to service" and threw my mesh shorts at me. I slipped them on, thanked the guys, and followed John out to his car. The hot Florida mid-day sun warmed my naked shoulders and I laughed to myself how high I was and how slutty I felt on a random Thursday morning. I got in the car and put my sneakers and shirt on and John handed me my phone and told me to go online and put an ad out saying I'd be at the bathhouse all day taking all loads, anything goes. He also said he put the word out and knew at least two guys would be there to use me. As we drove to the bathhouse, John said "I've got rules for you, boy. I'm gonna drop you off at this bathhouse and you are going to do your best to service anyone. You are not allowed to cum, and you aren't allowed to rest. If you aren't servicing cock, you are on the move, looking to service cock." Further, he added, "And you are to eat all the cum that is deposited up your ass - in front of others, if possible. I'll be back at 6 P.M. to pick you up. Then I've got plans for you. By the way, what is your hotel room number?" As I answered John, it occurred to me I hadn't eaten or slept in more than 24 hours, but it also occurred to me I was still feeling the effects of partying, so it was not surprising I didn't feel hungry or tired. He handed me enough money to get in the club and my ID and I got out of the car and went into the club. I won't go into detail, but the bathhouse had a few people coming and going, enough to keep me busy all day. By the end of the day I was dragging, hungry, sore and tired. I managed to get a few loads and shit them out and eat them. At one point I actually did have to shit but fortunately my hole seemed to pass it pretty well without getting too shitty. The next couple of fucks after that still seemed to be pretty clean and free of shit stink. At 6pm, John pulled up and I got in his car and he said, "I heard you did good, pig slut." He handed me a butt plug and said, "Plug your hole with this, don't want you leaking all over." "You can thank me later but I was busy today making arrangements. We're gonna go over to your hotel room and you are going to entertain some guests." We got to the sleazy motel, the kind with walk up rooms from the parking lot and went up to my room. John had grabbed a bag from his car and opened it up and ordered me make sure I cleaned off the plug and ate all the cum out of my ass and then ordered me to clean out my hole. So I cleaned out and he told me to strip and lay stomach down, ass up, on the bed. After my hands and feet were secured, he put a blindfold on me and a ball gag in my mouth and pulled my dick and nuts below me and bound them up securely away from my body and exposed. Then I felt him writing something on my back that I learned later was "Pig" and "Anything goes." He found my bag and went through it. I hadnt packed much, another pair of shorts, bathing suit, a couple t shirts, jeans, razor and toothbrush. I hadnt had a chance to brush my teeth or shower or shave but he was tying me down to the bed anyway. I heard him gather up our stuff and he left. I laid on the bed with anticipation and it wasn't long before my first visitor came. I felt his hands feel my body and squeeze my package and my hardening dick. He climbed on me and slipped his hard dick in and fucked and unloaded. There must have been 7 guys but I lost track of time and count. Being in that position for hours and already tired, I slept a good portion of the time and even found myself waking up while a guy had already been fucking me for a while. Kind of embarrasing but I was exhausted. After a few hours, my balls were throbbing in their binding and getting cold and painful. John finally came back in and untied me and said, "Get a little rest pig? Hope so 'cause its 10pm and time to go back out. That's how its going to be for you. You'll be servicing men 24/7." As I got up off the bed I looked for my bag to brush my teeth. "Sir, can i brush my teeth and get a shower before we go?" I asked John but he answered gruffly, "Do you think a pig like you gets to shower or brush? Absolutely not. Better get used to filth because its only gonna get worse piggy. I don't give a shit what happens to you and the more I see you submit, the more I want to see you suffer." I swallowed hard and felt the start of a sore throat, maybe the start of an infection. Normally i would gargle to get rid of it but knew that was not an option with John. He added, "You are a real slut pig that I plan to see get used up this week. Its only Thursday and i got your ass for more than a week yet.You are gonna be so depraved and disgusting you'll be wishing you never met me." I knew he was right, but I was loving the attention, being used. John was ready to go. Fortunately he untied my balls but only to be replaced with a rubber cock ring. I put my jockstrap on over it and the same muscle shirt and light colored mesh shorts I had been wearing the previous day.he gave me two gatorades and told me to drink half of each, one had already been opeend and had a funny taste. We walked down to his car and he drove towards the leather bar, also in a crappy neighborhood. A few blocks from the bar, he stopped the car and told me to leave my wallet and phone and just take my cash and I was to walk to the bar from here. He gave me diretions and added, "Don't forget slut, you can't turn anyone down. And a new rule. If anyone cums but doesnt cum up your ass, you are to gather it up and stuff it up your cunt." Ah fuck, I thought! I had $80 on me at almost 11pm on a shady part of town dressed in a practically see-thru pair of mesh shorts and a muscle shirt cut low on the sides. I got out of the car, my cock pushing prominently through the front of my shorts and John drove off. I started walking in the direction of the bar and it wasn't long before a guy stopped me. He was a tall black or black and hispanic mixed guy and pretty young, maybe 18 but not more than 20. He told me to follow him and I walked behind him as he led me behind a building. "Suck my dick, faggot" he growled at me, so i got on my knees and opened his pants and pulled out his hardening, thick monster of a dick. While I was working over his dick, he was texting on his phone. Soon we were joined by another guy, who said, "Strip" so I pulled off all my clothes and kneeled in front of the first guy and continued to suck his dick. The second guy, an older black guy pulled on my hips so i stoop up while sucking and he spit on his dick and started fucking my hole. My sore and abused hole was getting battered again and this guy's thick cock would normally be causing me some serious pain but I zoned out and didnt care. Then they spun me around so I could blow the 2nd guy and the frst guy could fuck me.Soon they both came, one in my mouth, and the other in my ass and walked away wihout saying a word to me. I remembered John's new directive and spit the cum out into my hand and worked it up my hole. I picked up my clothes and put them back on and continued on the sidewalk. I walked for 10 minutes before a car circled around and a kid said to me quietly from an old Buick, "Hey. Hey come here." So i approached his car and he said, "Get in." When I opened the squeky car it was another 18 to 20ish black guy. He pulled out his dick as we pulled away and I went down to his crotch and sucked him. He pulled into a parking lot and he unloaded a nice hot load into my mouth. I looked at him sheepishly and gathered the cum up into my hand and reached between my legs and stuffed his cum up my ass. He said, "Oh you are a pig slut, huh?" "Whats your number, I could use a slut like you." I gave it to him and he ordered me out of his car and I continued towards the bar while he took off. It was almost midnight by the time I got to the bar and found John. I filled him in on my walk and I downed a couple beers. Having no food and an empty stomach, the beer went right to my head. John ordered me to take my shirt off which I promptly lost track of while we wandered around the bar. He knew some of the guys there and we chatted with a few. He talked about me to other guys, explaining what a slut I was. One of the other guys, Bill was telling John how much he wanted to see me in pain. John agreed that it was soon time for me to suffer. John said to me, "Bill here is a pretty extreme top, I think it might be best to wait until sunday or monday until you serve him, I want you able to service men for now. Bill will put you out of commission for a while." And Bill laughed and added, "And possibly even permanently out of commission." They both laughed andmy dick hardened but didnt get a chance to ask before someone else walked up and the conversation changed. John made me down a couple more drinks and we headed to the sex club. This time John ordered me naked and guided me around and decided who he wanted to offer my services to while making it known i would do anything. He picked out the biggest cocks without regard to age or race or status and the place was pretty busy with probably a hundred guys so from 1am to 4am I was fucked in various positions and on my knees servcing dozens of cocks. A couple of times we walked by a sling and he ordered me in and brutalized my hole with his fist and cocks and fingers and fists made there way into my hole as people gathered around to see me get used. I gathered that John was arranging for my "after hours" activities as I serviced guys. I heard disussions about me but couldnt tell what the points of the negotiations were. But I knew the club would empty out again around 4am and I'd be servicing men somewhere. At the very least, I'd be ordered back to the bathhouse. But it seemed John was talking at length with a particularly mean looking top in leather. My first hint at what was to come. More to come in another part...

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The best place for what you want is a bathhouse, sex club or sex party. Trying to arrange a gang bang on your own rarely works out. How does it feel to be fucked by multiple guys...generally pretty fuckin' good. You may not make it past two or three guys the first few times, however, once you know how to open up, you'll be able to handle more guys. I like poppers as I become a total slut using them. Also if the first couple guys drop their load in your hole, it will be easier to take more cock as their cum becomes lube.

There is a park in town that was once upon a time prior to the internet was the place to meet guys for some fun. I sucked a lot of cock there and can’t tell you how many times I got mine sucked either. There was one guy who I would see from time to time playing around with other guys. I never did anything with him but I liked watching him. A few years later I heard he was HIV positive, the police started patrolling the park and I did not see or think about him for years. I work occasionally for a home health agency which means I go to patient’s houses and check on them making sure they are eating, taking their meds, bathing etc. During a recent visit I realized it was the guy from the park. He had lost a lot of weight and had gone from HIV positive to an AIDS diagnosis. We talked and I asked what I could do to help and he said he wanted to take a bath but sometimes had trouble getting out of the tub. We got him undressed and into the tub and I started washing his back for him. He said it felt good and that no one had touched him in a long time. He leaned back and I could see his cock standing up. I reached down and gave it a good washing and told him I used to see him fucking at the park all those years ago. He looked surprised but said he had a lot of fun at that park. I reached my other hand in the tub and played with his hole eventually pushing a couple finger in him. On my knees in front of him drying his legs off I can see him slowly stroking himself. I reach up and jack him saying he has a great cock—his body may look sick but his cock looks ready to go. He is leaking a lot of precum and he takes some and rubs it on my lips. Soon I have his cock in my mouth and he is fucking my face hard like he is afraid I am going to change my mind. I work my fingers back in his ass and he floods my mouth with a huge load. We head to the bedroom and he is groping my cock and soon he is sucking me nice and slow. I am working his hole again and tell him I want to fuck him. He rolls over on the bed and I climb up and rub the head of my cock on his hole. I slowly sink into him stopping every so often but he pushes back and takes my whole cock. I have him on his knees and it looks like if I fuck to hard he is going to break but the image of my cock sliding in and out of him is pushing my closer and closer. Knowing I am fucking the guy I used to jack off to all that time ago and watching his hole swallow my cock soon has me burying my load deep in him. I heard he passed away about 5 weeks later. I am glad I got to see him and have some fun before he passed.