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Eventually I had enough, and headed downstairs on shaking legs, sweating and with cum dribbling down my legs. I hit the showers and cleaned up and felt better afterwards.There was a small coffee area through a door to one side. I went up to the counter and asked for a coffee from the guy who'd buzzed me in. He grinned at me "Having fun?" I grinned back and nodded. "I need a break." He laughed "That's if you can sit down by now?" I reflected on my puffy, gaping hole and knew what he meant. There were two armchairs already taken, and a sofa on which sat two men, one of whom I recognised as the tattooed, short guy who'd first fucked me. In the brighter light, I could see he was older than I'd thought and his riot of tattoos covered his sagging flesh. The other guy was thin, with lank, greasy hair and a large pot belly protruding over his pale thighs. They moved up and I sat between them. "Hi," said the tattooed guy. Then he leaned in and whispered "Nice arse by the way. Enjoyed breeding you." I blushed and sipped my coffee. "I'm Pete, by the way, and this is my partner James." James just nodded, and I noted how his towel had carelessly opened to reveal a thick, sem-hard cock and heavy balls below his belly. "Not seen you here before." Continued Pete. "No, first time. Didn't know it was a specials night." Pete raised an eyebrow. "The guys here tend to be regulars. You mean you didn't know until you got here?" I shook my head and shrugged ruefully. "Guess it's a bit late to worry about it now." James guffawed and stroked his cock. "I'll say! After your performance upstairs I think you'll soon be joining the club!" The guy behind the counter leered at us and called over. "And if not, you two have got just the ticket, eh?" "What did he mean?" I asked Pete as the counter guy went off to let someone in. Pete reached over and began to caress my nipples as James put his hand on my thigh. "We're both poz, as you can guess, but we 'ain't on meds and never will. Viral loads are through the roof." His towel had come open and I saw his erect cock with a drool of precum in the slit. This was the cock which had been in me already, spurting its poisoned seed deep in my guts. I felt my heart lurch in excitement, terror and shame as I faced the reality that I had almost certainly been pozzed by this man. But my cock was making a tent of my towel and he squeezed it tight as he saw the shock briefly in my eyes. "Bloody hell!" Said James. "He wants it bad, don't he Pete?" Pete kissed me, his hand still on my erection through the towel. "Why don't we go upstairs and find a room?" He whispered. " Let's make sure you leave here pregnant tonight, eh?" They stood up and he held out his hand. "Well? Are you coming?" I looked up into their faces, flushed with excitement and pure lust and took his hand. "Oh god, yes...I think I really want this."

My two daddies were at the door. I posed my wife on all fours quickly, and opened the door. They strode in like the huge cocked alpha tops they are, each grabbing me around my waist and pulling me in for a deep kiss and an ass grab. Mr Black, as I will call him, is about 5'9 and built like a wrestler. Muscular legs and a barrel chest, and a huge 9" slab of uncut meat. It's as thick as my wrist, as well, and it curves upward elegantly. He's in his 30s, and that rarity of rarities, a slam daddy top. Mr Black was the first man ever to stealth my ass with tina, first man to feed me a pipe, and first man to slam me. More importantly, he respects absolutely my rule that I will only touch tina once a month. It had been 5 weeks since we last met up. Mr Silver is 6'3", 68 years old, and has the trim athletic body of a squash playing executive. Which is what he is. When he parties, his choice is GHB and MDMA, and his cock is almost as long and almost as thick as MR Black's. Mr Silver is also adept at fisting, but my hole has never yielded to him. I wanted to watch my wife take it tonight. Mr Silver is bi, and his wife is quite beautiful and thirty years his junior. She is not as beautiful as my wife, though. Both my daddies have seen many videos of my wife and I slutting it up with various men and women, both of them have commented at how fortunate I was to have a woman to top and daddies to top me. 'So she can't hear or see a thing?' asked Mr Black. 'Not a thing, nor hear anything. You can speak freely, until you touch her in fact, she has no way to know if anyone is even here!' 'She high?' Silver asked, with a smile, as he began to strip. 'Not yet, I'm going to booty bump her with some MDMA now your'e here, and the party can start'. Silver looked at me, 'I'll do it, give it here.' I began filming with my iPhone, and I handed him two orange pressed pills from the baggie, and watched as he laid a hand on her ass casually. She yelped in surprise, and then presented herself proudly. Head up, ass out, for inspection. My wife is tall, over six feet, and quite slim with a round milf ass and high firm tits. Her belly is flat, her legs muscular and long. Her long curly black hair and dark brown nipples, cunt lips, and asshole contrast against her creamy pale skin. She's naturally werewolf level hairy,, but I had shaved her thoroughly. 'Is she expecting the drugs?' 'Yeah, we talked about it, she trusts me to look after her, and keep her properly partied up'. He laughed 'Well, you certainly are doing that. She's in for a wild ride.' Silver began playing with my wife's cunt, and she moaned as his tongue entered her asshole. 'She know we're poz?' 'Nope' I said, 'But you're still on meds right?' He looked at me 'Of course. But I'd fuck her if I wasn't, and you'd let me wouldn't you?' I stopped the recording. That one was going in my secret file. Then restarted a new file. My cock hardened as i watched. Silver laughed at me, and I watched as he fed the pills into my wife's puckered asshole. Some lube, and he pushed them deep, some more lube on his cock, and the games began. kneeling behind her, he grasped her slim hips and slowly began to tease her asshole with his cock. My wife murmered, then said, 'oh god, ass first?' as he slowly began to spread open her hole. Silver is a patient man, but also a demanding one. he slowly but surely stretched her around his thick raw cock until the tip was rushing those dissolving pills well up into her colon. She was shivering as the onset of the drugs began, and silver began to long stroke her asshole. She grunted in time to his thrusts. 'Fuck, this guy is big!,' she said suddenly, and pressed her asshole back against him for a second. he responded with, 'and you're an overly tight disgusting whore, but we're going to fix the tight part, anyway!' He winked at me, 'We'll be able to park a truck in your holes in about an hour', he snarled as he ground deep in her guts. She gave a low growl and came hard, clamping her ring oh his cock and squirting. In the meantime, Mr Black was preparing a couple of points. While Silver pulled out of wife's ass and moved around to her mouth, where she eagerly began to clean her ass off of him, Black beckoned me over. 'This one here is for your bitch, for later, this one here is mine. I want you to do something for me'. The one for my wife was a couple points. If we shot her during the MDMA rush and didn't use a tourniquet, she likely wouldn't realize what had happened, until she was too high to think about it. 'I want you to slam me while I'm in your wife's pussy.' I loved the idea. Black always made me hold his cock in my mouth when he slammed, because he always came about thirty seconds after the belt came off. This time that black seed would breed my wife. I could hear my wife gagging on Silvers cock, and joined Black at the bed as he laid down. I dragged my whore wife to straddle him, unhooking her wrists, and then took his thick black meat in my hand. I bent down and gave it a slurp, then started filming as I guided her down on his rock hard log. She took him in, whimpering a little. Head tossing in a bit of panic. I let him poke his vein, get the flash, then filming with one hand, I pressed the slam into him, and pulled the belt. I yanked the point out, heard him cough, and caught the clenching of his balls as he fired his rush cum into my wife's unprotected cunt. I moaned and licked the blood from my daddy's arm as he began to pound my wife with his first sperm as lube. I felt Silvers tongue at my own hole...

I left him after that, too tired, sweaty and sore to carry on. He kissed me and said he hoped to see me again. "In the meantime," he said, "There's a sauna you might like. Very friendly and a bit more comfortable than these places!" He gave me the address and I headed back to my hotel for a hot bath. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and said again "what have I done?" But it was too late now and I couldn't forget the sheer excitement of all those men in me, the evidence for which squirted from my arsehole when I sat on the toilet bowl. Work kept me busy for the next week, but then I had an evening free and remembered the sauna. "why not?" I thought. " it'll be less sleazy but I can relax a little." I looked it up on line, and the description made my heart skip a beat. It was reviewed as "dirty" and "sleazy". Most people said they had been once, and never again as it was "full of old men" Someone even said they'd got a dose of clap there. My hand was shaking. Relaxing? It sounded more like a pig paradise. I went out after dinner and, although I had the address and a map, it took me a while to find it down a sidestreet near the docks. There was a windowless building with a nondescript door with the word sauna on it with an arrow pointing to a buzzer. I buzzed and heard the door unlock. I pushed it open and went inside. There was a counter and aother door beyond it. A middle-aged guy leant on the counter. "Hi" I said," How much is the sauna?" "Fifteen,"He replied," But tonight is one of our special nights, so its 20." "Special nights? What kind of special night?" He looked curiously at me "Tonight is the monthly HIV night." I swallowed. "Oh, right. Do..do you have to be HIV positive to come in?" He laughed. "No you don't. But the fact you had to ask means you're not - right? I shook my head, shaking with fear and excitement. "I don't know. Here's the 20" He shrugged and buzzed open the inner door. "Your choice, kiddo. Have fun. By the way, it's also no towels, naked only." Inside was a small changing room with lockers. It smelled of body odour. A couple of guys were getting changed and I glanced over their naked bodies, white and flabby like slugs, and felt my throat go dry with lust. I stripped and noticed a grimey bottle attached to the wall upside down with "Lube" on it in felt pen. I squeezed a dollop onto my fingers and smeared it between my buttocks then, with a deep breath stepped out of the changing room feeling vulnerable and excited in my nudity. There was a small area with a steam room, showers and a toilet. The filthy carpet was wet beneath my feet. A staircase led up into darkness and I made my way up, eyes not yet adjusted. There was a corridor with rooms off it. The only light came from flickering televisions showing porn. Nude men lay face down on the beds inside, legs spread hopefully. I made my way further along the corridor feeling my buttocks sliding against each other with the lube until I came to an open space with a large, round, leather couch in the centre, two slings in the corners and, like the others, lit only by a porno movie on a TV screen on the wall. It was packed with naked bodies, pale flesh glistening in the light from the TV. Both slings were taken, the men in them both with someone between their spread legs clearly fucking them as their arses swayed back and forth. The crowd seemed to suck me in, and I shuddered at the touch of the sweating bodies I knew to be diseased. The atmosphere was heavy with poppers making my cheeks feel flushed and my heart begin to pound. Hands were all over me, feeling my thickening cock, squeezing my nipples, probing my arsehole. I found myself next to the bench on which pale, flabby bodies writhed and groaned, some on their knees offering themselves to the circle of watching men. Someone kissed me, and I recoiled at the thought of his diseased body, then felt myself letting go and with a groan I kissed him back, feeling his tongue in my mouth and a beard scratching my chin. He pushed me back onto the bench in amongst the naked bodies and raised my legs. In the dim light I found myself looking up at a short, fat middle aged guy with heavy rings in his sagging nipples and old school tattoos all over his body. He grinned, revealing stained and broken teeth, and shuffled forward, holding my legs apart as he got into position. I felt the first thrust of his surprisingly thick cock, and felt a moments panic. I could kid myself that the other times I might have got lucky and got away with it but this was the real thing. I was about to be fucked bareback by an HIV positve man. Two men either side took over holding my legs as he leant forward and clamped a poppers bottle to my nose, holding one nostril closed so I had to take a big hit. As the chemical coarsed through my body, I felt my inhibitions being swept away and knew I was lost. He swapped nostrils, and as another hit made my head swim, he pushed brutally forward and his cock slammed into me. "Ahhh... christ!" I gasped in pain, but at the same time my arms went round his neck and I gave myself up to the wonderful, filthy feeling of his cock moving in and out of my hole. He kissed me, and his sweating body started to tremble and his movements more urgent. Perhaps the poppers had got to him, or maybe he'd been there a while. Either way, I knew he was going to cum in me and I groaned in surrender. Isn't this what I came for? I thought. He suddenly gave a snort of release, his body jerked and I could feel his cock throbbing as he filled me with toxic sperm. I was overcome with lust and crushed my mouth to his as he stopped moving, and lay gasping over me. At last he got off me and I felt his softening cock pop out of my hole. "Phew! Cheers, buddy." He said, then turned and disappeared into the crowd. I lay there feeling an enormous sense of freedom and as if I had arrived at the place I was supposed to be. Slowly, deliberately, like a supplicant I turned over and bent forward, offering my arse as I began to suck the cock of one of the guys lying on the couch. I didn't have long to wait. I didn't even look round as a short but heavy cock slid into me and another stranger prepared to breed me...

We went upstairs and sat at the bar. There were a few guys by now and I saw them looking at us with some disgust. The barman served us a couple of beers. He dropped a coin when he was putting the money in the cash register. When he bent down I saw a wet patch on the back of his trousers. I could now see Bill better in the glow from the lights behind the bar. He was skinny and older than I thought, with wispy hair and thin, waxy skin and liver spots over the back of his wrinkled hands. He also had a noticeable sore on his bottom lip and I shuddered at the memory of his kiss, and those diseased lips around my cock, He grinned at me "I heard about your exploits downstairs last night. Sounds like you're a right dirty bastard!" he said. I blushed and grinned back, then sipped my beer. He leaned towards me and said in a low voice. "I take it you're poz like me, then?" "I'm...not sure. I've never been tested." He chuckled and winked at me. "If you've been fucking bare downstairs, I think we can safely assume you are now!" My hand shook a little as I remembered the previous evening and being bred by the man with the biohazard tattoo... He saw my excitement. "You like the thought of it...the dirty sex?" My throat was dry and I could only nod. "Time for me to do my rounds. Want to come?" Intrigued, I said alright and he suddenly went serious. "You come with me and there's no turning back. I live in the gutter and plumb the depths." I looked into his evil face, lined and gaunt from god knows what depraved activities and swallowed my beer. "let's go." I said, aware of the darkness emerging from my soul. We went outside. It was getting dark and the broken pavement glistened with rain. We went down a side street, then turned into a dark alley way with a flickering sign at the end which said Gay Cinema. Inside was a small booth with a bored looking fat guy watching some monitors playing porn. I paid the money for both of us, and followed Jim into the cinema. It was dim, smelly and lit only by a screen showing a close up of a bare cock thrusting between two huge buttocks. There were quite a few men watching. They all seemed to be middle aged or older, real dirty raincoat brigade, most of them wanking judging by the furtive movements of their arms. He ignored them and led me to a staircase leading down to the toilet which consisted of a single cubicle, broken wash basin and a urinal. There was a big hole cut in the cubicle door and I could see in the dim light that some padding had been put around the rim. The door below the hole was covered in dark stains and the whole, claustrophobic area reeked of piss. "Makes the toilet in the bar seem positively four star, don't it?" Bill pulled me into the cubicle and shut the door. It was dark and the toilet bowl had no seat. "After a couple of hours watching porn, they're ready to pop." he said, "and they 'ain't interested in anything but a warm, wet hole to do it in. You up for this?" I took a deep breath. "Yes," realising as I said it what I had become. "One more thing. They're not exactly interested in personal hygiene either, let alone the last time they went to a clap clinic. This is the gutter, mate." I nodded my agreement. He sat on the porcelain bowl, undid my belt and pulled my trousers and pants down. "Nice," he said as my erection sprang free. " but that’s not what we're here for. Turn around." I did as I was told, and he produced some lube and tenderly anointed my arsehole. I giggled and said "I feel like it's my wedding night!" He laughed, and turned me round again. "Stick your arse through the hole." I squatted and found it was big enough to put my whole bottom through, until I was half sitting, half squatting on the padding. Bill stood up. To pass the time, he opened his flies and pushed his thickening cock in my mouth. As I sucked, he opened some poppers and the cubicle filled with aroma until my cheeks felt flushed and my heart pounded. Suddenly, a rough finger was thrust into my cunt, making me jump with shock. "Ah," "Said Bill."Got one, have we?" A second finger was thrust in me, making me wince with pain as the nails scratched me, but I held still. I heard the man grunt appreciatively as he found my hole was well-lubed. The fingers withdrew and I felt hands on my buttocks pulling them apart a little, and then a blunt, heavy cock was pushed into me. My cunt stretched around the head, and then the shaft slid up me until I could feel his hairy stomach against my cheeks.. "Oh, Christ!" I gasped as it began to fuck me. Bill sat down on the bowl, holding my face in his hands. He kissed me then ruffled my hair. "Good boy!" He whispered. I was jerking against the door as the man started thrusting heavily in and out. Footsteps sounded on the stairs and I heard a low chuckle of surprise. "Fuckin' hell! Give us a look, mate!" The cock in me slid most of the way out, and the voice said. "Bareback, eh? Dirty bastard" The man fucking me made no reply. I could tell by the urgency in his thrusts he was close to coming and grabbed the bottle and took a deep sniff. As the chemical hit my brain, the cock in my arse swelled and throbbed and I knew it was coming in me. Finally it stopped. After a pause, the softening cock slid out of me, and I felt sperm dribble over my balls. There was the sound of water in the basin, and at the same time the newcomer pushed a finger in me, sliding easily into the lube and spunk. "Don't mind if I do!" he chortled, and I felt his long, thin cock slip easily up me He fucked me like a rabbit, rapidly in and out then suddenly pushed tight against me. "Coming in you!" he groaned and by his jerky movements I knew he was filling me up. Then, brutally, he pulled out and we heard him stumble upstairs. Bill pulled me up and turned me round. He pulled my cheeks apart. " Bloody hell, it's dripping alright. Looks like you got plenty of babies pumped in you." He licked my hole delicately, savouring the taste of the spunk, as several sets of footsteps clattered down the stairs. "Sounds like the word's got round " he said, turning me back and pushing my bottom towards the glory hole. "Can’t disappoint your lovers, can we?" I heard low whispers of appreciation as my arse appeared, rustles of clothing and zips being lowered, and then I was penetrated again, sagging against Jim's neck as he kissed my cheek and whispered encouragingly to me. One after another, they raped my arsehole with all manner of cocks, small, fat, long, thin and not a condom between them. Once the last footsteps had gone back upstairs, Bill lifted me off the glory hole. I was wringing with sweat and sperm was running down my thighs as my cunt gaped from all the pounding. He turned me round and produced a filthy cloth. “Cum rag.” He grinned and used it to wipe the worst of the spunk and lube dripping from my battered arsehole down my balls and thighs. My cock was rigid and tingly and fit to burst and I knew I was lost in piggery, never to return. Jim turned, lowered his clothes and bent over the smelly toilet bowl. “Climb on, lad. I think you deserve it.” I took the lube, smeared some over my cock, and pushed forward, sliding deliciously into a hot, grainy heat which made me gasp with pleasure and disgust at the same time. “Can’t… can’t hold it!” I gasped. “ Spunk up me, then!” He cried and with a howl of release I felt my cock burst into throbbing ecstasy and I shot my spunk up him. For the first time, I noticed a small, cracked mirror on the rear wall and saw myself in the dim light crouched over the naked man, cock deep in his arse, face flushed with lust and perversion. I smiled at my true self and licked my lips as I moved my cock in him ensuring my cum was pushed deep in his guts…

This is the story of the last filthy fetish my wife and I got into before our separation. These events all happened in sleazy motel near the Vancouver International Airport, and we did this scenario twice. After our separation, she continued to scratch this itch, and I still see her post up craigslist ads every few months, so she's still doing this. One of the ads showed up last weekend, which is what made me decide to post this story. While this is posted in fiction, it all happened just like this, nothing made up, nothing needed to be. These events remain the single filthiest thing I have ever done or seen done by a man or woman. When I see these events pop up, I amuse myself by sending friends to join in. Several have made the cut and brought back pics, and also her juices for me to slurp off their cocks. It all started when my wife found amateur porn of a woman, in bondage, blindfolded and with loud music playing over earbuds taped into her ears. The woman was obviously thus blind and deaf, and restrained, and a series of men entered the hotel room to use her while a man narrated to the camera stories of all her filthy former exploits. At one point two black men use her, and the narrator tells them she's a racist who despises blacks. The men respond by both removing their condoms and filling her cunt with sperm. My wife was in heaven. We watched it together, and she was eager to try it out. We blindfolded her, stuffed earbuds into her ears, wrapped her head in tensor bandages and fucked. She loved it, but it was really just a dry run. We fine tuned the details, and we booked a motel room. I placed a craigslist ad, and let her vet the respondents. She chose 10 guys, and left the invitations to me. Before I did so, unbeknownst to her, I contacted the two party tops who had been owning my ass once a month at the bath house, and found them eager to sample my wife, and they assured me they could bring more. I arranged for my tops to come to the motel room for 8pm, and invited the ones from the ad to come at 10. They could have what was left after my 9" BBC slam daddy and my 8.5" 68 year old silver fox daddy finished shredding her holes, along with their friends. I picked her up from work (she's an accountant with one of the major banks) at 3pm on friday, the trunk full of bondage and sex supplies, video gear, and party favours. We hopped on the quickest route to Richmond, and arrived at the hotel by 4pm. Good time in the usually awful Metro Van traffic. We stopped for a light meal at a place nearby after checking in. Richmond BC has the best Chinese food in the entire world, including china. If you're ever in town do two things: contact me here to see if there is a party, and make sure you eat at least one meal at one of our best restaurants. Returning to the motel, I prepared my wife. I washed her thoroughly, and cleaned out her asshole completely. I shaved her cunt and asshole and legs, and had her put her hair in very secure pigtails. I carefully inserted a pair of earbuds, then strapped on her blindfold. I carefully wrapped her head with a sticky reusable tensor bandage called 'vet wrap', binding the blindfold and earbuds in place while leaving her pigtails, mouth, and nose free. Vet wrap is incredible stuff, it sticks to itself but not to skin or hair, holds in place, and if kept clean can be used over an over. It's good for all kinds of animals, including slutty two legged ones like my whore of a wife. With her head secure, I collared her, and hooked her leash down the head of the bed and onto the bed frame. I shackled her wrists together, and placed shackles on her ankles, a leather corset with sturdy rings around her waist, and places some spreader bars and snap hooks where they would be handy if we chose to restrain her further. It was 7:45, my first guests, who she thought were the guests she had chosen, would be arriving slightly early. I connected her iPod to the earbuds. I reminded her that her safe word was 'Firetruck' to stop whatever was happening that moment, and Frankenstein to stop the scene. I switched on the 90 minute looping mix of porno soundtracks, sex noises, and EDM we had selected to drown her hearing. She was now isolated from the world of sound and light, and about to be thrust roughly into the world of touch to an extent she had never dreamed. There was a knock on the door.

Made arrangements with two fuckbuddies for a night at the local sex club. One guy, clean cut, athletic and with a sleazy streak met me at my place and we smoked a bowl of T. He had me on all fours and started eating my ass. He enjoyed blowing air up my arse and had me press out the air while he was fucking me. He fucked me well and fingered my hole until my ass lips were swollen. He then dropped a lad up my ass. Using his fingers he smeared the cum all over my used hole. We smoked another bowl and got dressed. I put on my party jeans which had a large hole in the back and were still covered in cum stains and ass juices from previous visits to the sex club. At the sex club we met up with my 2nd fuckbuddy, a muscled guy from South America with a huge cock. He would normally fuck me hard and deep at his place but tonight he wanted to fuck me in public. The three of us went to the area with a fuck bench in a cage and my South American fuck buddy bent me over the fuck bench and pulled down my dirty jeans. I pulled out my bottle of poppers and took a few hits. My fuckbuddy knew I got fucked before coming to the club and wasted no time. He slammed his 9 inch fuck tool deep in to my hole and pinned me to the fuck bench while he started fucking me roughly, knowing I loved him dominating and owning my ass. Other guys were standing around and started feeding me cock and poppers. My fuckbuddy instructed them to work my tits hard and told them 'this slut loves it'. While I was getting fucked hard I saw my cleancut fuckbuddy watching from across the open space, jerking his hard cock. I was still pinned to the fuck bench feeling my ass getting torn up by my muscled fuckbuddy. I could tell he was getting close and with forceful thrusts he nailed me to the bench filling my guts with his cum. He collapsed on top of me and his sweat covered arms were hugging me. He told me to enjoy the rest of the night, pulled out and had me clean his cum covered cock while another guy started fucking me. I pushed the new top off and made my way to the cubicles in the basement. My cleancut fuckbuddy was fucking someone in the corridor as I went into a cublice with large gloryholes. Within seconds I heard someone entering next door and it was my fuckbuddy. He asked me to put my used and cum lubed hole against the gloryhole so he could eat it while I pushed out the cum. I was still high on the T and was snorting poppers while he started fucking me. He loves sloppy seconds and fucked me as hard as he could before dumping his load in my ass. I felt his fingers scoop some cum out of my ass and he told me to turn around so he could feed me his cum and I could clean his cock. He slapped my ass and disappeared. I was horny as hell and as soon as my fuckbuddy left I heard someone else entering the cubicle. I pressed my cum leaking hole against the gloryhole hoping for some more action. Soon I felt a finger probing my puffy ass lips and starting to dig into my hole. Now 3 fingers were exploring my arse but suddenly it stopped and the guy asked me to open the door to my cubicle so he could come and join me. I recognized the voice; an Asian top with talented hands. WOOF!! As soon as he was in the cubicle he had me on the cum covered floor ass up in the air. We both took a few big hits of poppers and his fist disappeared into my ass without any difficulty. He was in ff heaven because he knew I would be up to get punch fisted. He told me to keep taking popper while he started alternating his hands. We were both fucking horny and all I wanted was for him to start punching my hole. The sounds of my sloppy cum filled hole getting punch fisted filled the cubicle. A hard cock appeared through the gloryhole and my fister told me to suck that cock. Within minutes I felt the cock expanding and my throat being filled with a salty cumload. I collapsed and lay on the floor with my Asian FF buddy's fist still up my ass. He slowly pulled out his clenched fist stretching my ass muscles to the max before taking it out completely. We kissed and I pulled up my fuck jeans. A few guys were standing outside the cubicle rubbing their cocks but I had my share for the night. Walking home I could feel cum leaking out of my hole. I smelled an looked like a real cum whore, a happy one.

So this is it. I've admitted to myself that I am a bareback cheater. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband, but I need more sex then he can give me. And I'm getting it. It all started about four years ago when I downloaded Grindr and other apps looking for random hook ups. I met a few guys on one or another of those sites and all of the guys fucked me safe and I enjoyed it. Then I met another guy who has the biggest cock I've ever had. We were fucking for about two years behind my partner's back. It was amazing. After creating a dirty twitter account and joining BBRT and even going to saunas I decided that I wanted this guy's raw cock in my ass. The first time I took it raw from him I had him come to my home, where he fucked me in the bed I share with my partner. Just before he blew, he asked "Are you sure you want my cum deep in your hole?" Yeah, I did. For another two years or so he was my regular fuck buddy and I always took his load raw deep in my hole, but sadly, he broke the news that he was moving to Scotland. So of course we hooked up one last time. He fucked me like mad. Then, even though he was a professed 'Total Top', he announced he wanted my load in his ass. So I wanked my cock, and just before I blew, I slid my cock into his extremely tight hole, flooding him with my load. When I pulled my cock out there was a trace of blood but nothing to worry about. Sadly he's gone now and I don't have a regular fuck buddy, but there is a guy I get together with on average about once every six months, and I let him breed me. He doesn't know I'm married and he breeds me where ever we are: public toilets, his house, fields and once even in the changing room for a public swimming pool. But for now I just enjoy taking loads from guys, although I hope my partner doesn't find out. He knows I have a dirty twitter account but has never said anything to me. Still, I know were I was single I'd be taking every raw cock offered to me.

I led my buddies in a bathhouse pozzing of a little college junior who stumbled onto our little group. He was about to graduate big time, but didn’t know it yet. His sweet virgin ass didn't have a chance. We sucked and licked and finger-fucked him into submission, and then injected him with six poz loads. Let me tell you how it’s done. It all started a year ago as three of us Gift Givers bemoaned our lack of new meat. We watched the young colts on the dance floor and tried to pick out the guys who hadn't barebacked yet but were ready for it. A couple of us would approach them and make a date to meat them later at the baths. Few asked our status, and we told those who did there’d be some poz guys around, so be sure to look for us. We never said we were neg. They just assumed as much. We typically approached five or six guys in a night, and usually two or three would show up. So far we have a perfect record. Not one has ever escaped poz injections. Things didn't work out so well that night, 'though. We wound up with six guys, all poz. We left the door to our room open to draw in passers-by, and a little college stud, who just happened to be at the baths that night, paused outside our door to watch. I invited him in, figuring he was poz 'cause he had this cross tattooed on his bicep that we mistook for a “PLUS (+).” He turned out to be a fairly apt sucker and a decent top, but got kind of skittish when we tried to mount him. While he was off at the can I suggested that maybe he was neg, and with the cooperation of my poz buddies, upon the return of the guy, I casually turned the conversation to his status, and he confirmed my suspicion. He was neg. Within seconds we had him surrounded and teased and tousled him. Six lips, six tongues, and sixty fingers went to work him over. No man could resist what we did to him. He got to thinking with his dick and not his head. He didn’t even consider leaving or telling us to ease off, he was enjoying it so much. Two guys knelt on either side of him, holding him up. Two worked his tits while another kissed him, and a fourth sucked his dick. I hoisted his hips up to my face with his sweet thighs slung over my shoulders. I lubed his hole with my spit as I alternately rimmed and finger-fucked him. He started moaning, and I coaxed him for permission, saying things like “Like that? You are one hot stud, you know. Like my fingers in your hole? Feel good? [and] I’d Like to put my dick in there.” We probed and licked and sucked him into acquiescence. He got to the point where he couldn’t take it any more. Two of our guys cradled him, while the others continued to kiss, nuzzle, and lick him to death. I hooked his legs around my waist and rode into him with a long deep thrust. I’ve done some kickboxing and have fairly powerful legs and a muscled ass. So I can get real forceful if I want. Resistance is not an option. I was so hot I came pretty quickly. I looked him in the eye so he’d remember the exact moment he’d taken his first poz load. I bent forward and kissed him and whispered I was cumming. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, 'cause he averted his gaze and closed his eyes as I shot my poz seed into him. Once he had my load in him, he took the others a lot easier. With my second buddy he didn’t turn his head, and when the last three guys seeded him, he maintained eye contact with his fuckers. I joined the others in keeping him aroused as each my buddies shot his virus into the guy. The third and fourth guys pulled out with traces of pink on their poles, which they pointed out to us. On last two the pink had turned to brown and red. It was really quite a game. Like hunting season. After we all had our crack at him, I buried my tongue deep in his nuts and coaxed his eruption down my throat. Off he went to the showers one satisfied, sore, and hopefully pozzed little fuck. Mission accomplished, the rest of us dressed. We’ve been back to the Club several times since then, and I haven’t seen him around. I think I will though, sooner or later. After he adjusts to his condition. Then I’ll ask him to join us. He’ll be a great drawing card. He’s so cute.

First off, congratulations on branching out. A lot of men find one thing they like and that's all they do. But variety is the spice of life. So the first bit of advice I'll give you is...relax. You're 21. You've got a lifetime of sex ahead of you. And personally, I can attest that it gets better as you grow older. In part that's because your own skills will expand and deepen (kudos again on branching out). In part, it's also because the skills of the guys you're with will as well. So here's the good news: finding a man to at least hook up with will not be hard. There are a lot of 40+ men out there who would absolutely kill to land a guy like you. And, it's a notorious problem within the gay community that the supply of bottoms far, far outweighs what the tops can provide (again, you want to be part of the solution here...you really are awesome). So you can afford to be a little picky when it comes to finding the right guy. The first bit of advice I have for you then is to be up front in your profiles about what it is that you are looking for. In your case, your ideal sounds like a "Friends With Benefits" set-up rather than just randomly hooking up. It is also perfectly legitimate to specify that you are only interested in men who identify as gay and who are out of the closet. A good way to test the waters with a guy (in case you are still having residual trust issues after your experiences) is to ask to meet him the first time at a local gay bar if you have one. That way you can feel him out in person in a public place. It also ensures that he's comfortable enough with his sexuality to walk into a gay bar. I would also be very up front in your profiles that you are not looking for a sugar daddy. Sad to say, there are young men your age who are, and many older guys are on guard against that as a result. Incidentally, you are also absolutely right to avoid men who are unwilling to stand up for proper treatment. Frankly, I'm not sure why you are running into this so much, unless it's internalized homophobia. I can assure you that I myself and none of my friends who are 40+ are anything less than fully supportive of gay rights. Many of us have been a part of that struggle in one way or another (I personally used to volunteer with a group that worked to repeal Don't Ask Don't Tell). You shouldn't expect anything less. If you are having trouble finding men in your local area and/or if there is no local gay bar, I suggest expanding your search to look at nearby cities. Depending on where you live in the south, you may want to look into guys in Atlanta, New Orleans or Nashville, which all have gay communities of a respectable size (Atlanta especially). If your transportation options are limited, it's still possible that you might run into someone in one of those cities that might be eventually willing to take a chance on coming to visit you. You mentioned Grindr and Growlr. I'd add Scruff to that list. In some places I get more hits off Growlr, in others more hits off Scruff (I don't use Grindr, but that's because their clientele skews younger and that's not really my own personal thing; you will run into older guys looking for guys like you there). It's hard to know which is more effective in advance. Have a face picture publicly available there yourself and insist that the men who contact you do too (another way of filtering out the closeted types). You can also check Adam4Adam and barebackrt (though not the latter if you insist on condoms...see below). Personally I find that Craigslist can be kinda sketchy. Lots of meth users and closeted guys and married men and the like. But that might just be where I am, so feel free to check it out. As for learning how to top, the basics are pretty straightforward. You're going to let him do most of the cocksucking. Basically, when your cock comes out, he needs to be on his knees in front of you. Let him get you good and hard. If you want, and want to signal you're willingness to fuck him, you can reach down and start feeling up his ass or fingering his hole. Older gay men who bottom will typically be pretty experienced with it, so he'll absolutely be able to help with direction. In general, you want to make sure his ass is well lubed, as is your cock, and when you first go to enter him, you take it nice and slow, especially if you're well hung. Once you're inside, hold it there for a bit while he adjusts to you...you'll probably feel his ass open up a bit. That's your cue to start fucking, gently at first, but as he gets going, you can pick up the intensity a bit if you want. Where you go from there is really all on you (and your feel for the guy you're fucking...pay attention to what you're doing to him so you don't get too intense...unless intense is what he wants!) You made reference to rednecks preferring "unsafe" sex. So, this site being what it is, I'm going to endorse their willingness to bareback wholeheartedly. This is a very good thing. You will rapidly discover that fucking a guy with a condom on is nowhere near as much fun (although it is true that fucking is always pretty damn good...fucking raw is incredible). My suggestion to you is that you look into whether or not your health insurance will cover PrEP, which is basically a pill you take every day to protect you from getting HIV. It's also true that there are other STDs out there to worry about. Your best defense there is to have yourself tested for syphilis, chlamydia and gonorrhea as well as HIV every three to four months (or, of course, if you have symptoms). Each of those diseases is trivially easy to treat if they are caught early. It will absolutely help if you are fucking non-closeted guys and keep to just a few FWBs that you fuck routinely. But definitely get on PrEP and then definitely make your bottoms happy by fucking them bare and cumming in their ass.

PART 3: I saw him out of the corner of my eye, he was black as coal, a mountain of a man, wife beater shirt and sweat pants, he looked like he had just gotten out of a prison with the look on his face. I don't know how he got in the room or who let him in, he surly was not part of the support group. He walked up to the leader and they did the usual hand clasp and shake and hug, the leader then turned toward me and said "Tank" this is the faggot bitch who lied his way into our HIV group and we have Chemed him up and turned him into a cocksucking, cum dump faggot white bitch for our black snakes and poz seed. Tank? that was an underestimate; who grabbed me by my hair and pulled me right into his crotch asking if it was true; you like being a bitch to black meat now? I just looked up as best as possible and nodded "yes"! , they Tank asked if i was the married faggot who was taking their toxic seed home and planting into my wife? I told them that I was. Tanked looked at the leader and stated "this is one fucked up fag to be married, lying to get into a HIV support group to be a cocksucking faggot for black men", "then go home and fuck his ol lady" ; Hell maybe we should tell her and fuck her too!! those word hit like a sledge hammer as he pushed my face back into his crotch. Tank then told me to pull down his jogging pants and meet the cock that would ruin me! I slid my hands along his pants and pulled them down to meet a harding slab of meat that had a cut head and a PA through the head that looked like a bolt and nut! My eyes went wide and looked up at Tank who was just grinning at me and stated " yup, I am going to fuck you with that and make you my bitch to breed full of my toxic seed, if these guys haven't knocked you up yet, I will make sure your pregnant tonight"!! SERVICE ME FAG; NOW! I started to lick his shaft and head, tried to get the head of that cock in my mouth with the PA on the end, but it kept hitting my teeth. THATS IT FAGGOT, Get that black meat ready to breed you full and ruin you and make you a blubbering idiot for black cock and toxic cum! Tank then looked at the Leader and stated; "Get him ready for my cock"; one of the other guys in the room came up next to me and wrapped a rubber strap around my arm, then pulled out a syringe of a liquid; as i started to panic, Tank wrenched on my hair and told me to look at the job in front of me and get back to it. As i went back to licking and sucking this monster, i felt a poke in my arm, then got all wozzy and started to cough uncontrolably. someone then put a bottle of poppers under my nose and i was inhaling deep and was now working that cock like I was looking foward to that monster driving into my ass and breeding me like I now wanted to be. Tank pulled me to my feet and backed me up to the table, he reach down and twisted both my nipples to the point I loved it and wanted to cry in pain. Tank then put his hand on my throat and push back until I was laying on my back on the table with Tank pulling me up to him by his legs and putting them over his shoulders. one of the guys walked up and started to lather cream or Vaseline or lube on and into my hole. Tank looked at me and asked me what I wanted; I just spread my legs open farther and said for him to fuck my ass, YOU MEAN YOUR CUNT, PUSSY, it will not be an ass in a few, it will be my hole to breed, ruin, knock up and make you my little street whore! All I could do is say "Yes Sir" I want you to breed , fuck my cunt and for you to use it as you like!! Better, Tank said. I was given a bottle of poppers and propped up on my clothes; I want you to see yourself become my whore, and your going to need those poppers, so I would get to them, cause here comes my cock! As I felt the head of his cock pushing at my hole; Tank turned to the leader and told him to go and find the Faggots bitch and see what she thinks of being a bitch to black meat too. I was to far gone to register what he just said, as the first part of Tank's cock pushed into my hole and I let out a scream.

My name is Nick and I own what a lot of people call the Bareback Bunkhouse (or BBBH for short – like the Twitter tag for barebacking). I purchased a somewhat rundown brownstone in Harlem a few years ago when the market had crashed after "The Great Recession". It's a big ark of a place – 5 floors, 25 feet wide. This West Indian family owned it before me. They owned it for something like 60 years – generations of their family passed through the place. But they kept it in fairly good condition. I had always dreamed of having a fuck house that was filled with cumdump bottoms where tops could just stop by and breed hole 24/7/365. I mean I love sex and just want to be surrounded by it constantly – and that's what I've created with this place. I can find ass when ever I wanna top, and usually find dick whenever I feel like getting fucked – all without leaving my house. Needless to say the health authorities hate me because it's a private home, which means they can't regulate it. It's legally a two family building. I leave the ground floor apartment unrented and just use it for sex parties – which happen 4 or 5 times a week. They're free, but invite-only. You have to fuck a few of my cumdumps 1-on-1 to get an invite – or better yet, just fuck me Upstairs there are 4 floors and it's operated a bit like a flophouse. The parlor floor has the common space – living room, dining room and kitchen. Then there are three floors of bedrooms above that – each with a bathroom, two big bedrooms and a tiny bedroom room that was originally intended for nanny's (when rich white people lived in Harlem). I kept half of the top floor for myself – a big bedroom and a bathroom. That leaves 5 big bedrooms and three little ones for the cumdumps. I manage to skirt the rent law because all the guys who live here are my "roommates", not tenants. That means if I want them out I can give them 2 week notice and they're gone. Usually it goes pretty smoothly. My "roommates" don't get their own private space. To live in the house you have to basically dedicate your life to getting fucked. You get a lockable closet where you can store your stuff, and otherwise the boys are expected to be naked and ready to get fucked most hours of the day. They sleep wherever they can find an empty bed. Only the top floor bedrooms are quiet zones that are off-limits to visitors. If they boys can't find an empty bed on the top floor, then they'll probably be woken up by fucking in the next bed or (better yet) a hard cock sliding into their hole by some random top who wandered into the house. It's a fantasy for a lot of guys, but most of the guys burn out after a few months, but a few find that it suits them – that deep down they really are just cumdumps. I try to keep about 10 to 15 cumdumps in the house at any given time. Most will be full time "roommates" but I also get a pretty steady flow of tourists who come for a few days or a week of getting fucked. It also means that there literally is a cumdump available to take a load any time of the day (usually more than one is available). And that's why the City hates me – I'm essentially a free brothel. Even straight guys come here since a quickie pump-n-dump at my place is way easier than finding pussy. But instead of the tops paying, the bottoms pay. But since they're just paying rent, it's not illegal. But I do try to not raise too many alarm bells with the City. I usually go for neg guys on PrEP since a lot of the straight tops don't understand that poz undetectable guys aren't really all that dangerous to fuck. And I have a private doctor who comes in for regular testing and to do the 3 month PrEP check-ups (I include doctor visits the boys' rent – though the doctor does bill their insurance). We test all the guys at once, and it's worked really well, until the last round of tests… We did routine tests a couple weeks ago and one of the boys, Mike, turned up poz. He's a nasty-minded little fucker who's one of the ones who's really well suited for living life as a cumdump. He's been living here for a year and a half and he's one of my favorite bottoms to fuck, and his dick feels incredible in my ass. And OMG! He shoots the biggest loads you can imagine. I mean he literally floods guys' asses. But he's not just a slut – he's also really responsible, which is surprising given that he's young – I've just never had any problem with him. Thing is, we haven't actually told Mike he's poz – I wanted more information before breaking the news. But I did ask if he's been taking his PrEP every day. He says yes, and I believe him. You see the issue is that Mike is vers. He'll fuck just about anything that moves and loves giving loads as much as taking them. He fucks and breeds every guy in the house pretty regularly, and a lot of the "visitors" as well. His favorite thing is to talk tops into taking his load in their ass – even if it means he just jacks off and sticks the head of his dick in their hole as he's cumming. He's so cute and adorable it's amazing how many "total tops" he can get to take his load – they're all in love with him and think it's "safe" since he's on PrEP. I'm worried that Mike could have infected a lot of guys, so I wanted to understand how bad the problem was before telling anyone. Hell, I wanted to know if he'd infected me. I had the doc test the other boys (and me) with a more sensitive HIV test, and look more closely at Mike's strain to see if it's meds resistant or not. The news just came back and it's bad. Me and 9 other guys are poz. Two are 'indeterminate', and as you might expect after hearing those numbers, Mike's strain is Truvada-resistant. It's sorta a worst case scenario. I'm really sorta confused – how did this happen with all the guys on PrEP, and why didn't we catch it sooner? I mean I have the guys tested monthly for STDs and every three months for HIV. How did it spread so quickly? I mean I should be in shock about finding out I'm poz – I thought I was pretty safe on PrEP, but the problem is bigger than just me – literally everyone in the house is high viral load poz right now (except maybe the two "indeterminate" guys, but I'm not hopeful with them). And besides the 12 guys here in the house, there are all the tops Mike has fucked and the bottoms those guys have fucked. So now I'm worried about what the City will do. You know they'll find out. Should I shut the house down? Should I just ignore the problem? I'm not really sure. But clearly I need to talk things over with the guys… [To be continued…]

Visited a hot muscle top friend in LA who invited me over for a fuck date at his place.He slammed himself and told me about Slammer and maybe taking me there if I were interested. He had me sucking his silicon enlarged fat cock while fingering my arse before giving me a booty bump. He claimed the first one didn't work and planted a second one deep up my ass. In no time I was flying and he planted his fat cock deep down my throat. Soon he suggested heading to Slammer because he wanted to fuck me in public. He put me in leather gear; leather pants and a tight leather vest showing off my athletic body and bubble butt. I felt horny as fuck when we drove to Slammer in his open Jeep and he loved showing me off as his fuck toy. In Slammer he gave me another booty bump in the bathroom and dragged my fuelled ass to the sling room. He told me to completely undress and started fucking me with the door open. Soon a small crowd formed to see me getting powerfucked by this bull and his impressive fuck tool. He encouraged the other guys to use me as well. After he was done fucking me another top took his place eating my ass and fucking me while I begged a tall and muscled young Texan to work my nipps. He edged me with the tit play while guys were taking turns eating out my ass, fingering it roughly and fucking it. The Texan shoved some fingers up my hole while I was being fucked. He was intrigued and added more fingers. I was sucking cocks from bystanders and moaning when he started forcing my ass to open wider. He leaned in and asked me if he could fist me and he knew by my moaning that I was ready. He stood beside me while he worked his big paw up my ass and with his other hand he kept working my tits. I wanted him to destroy my ass with his large fist. He worked my ass hard and loved seeing the results of his hard work. When we took a break I headed over to the gloryholes and got fucked and fisted some more before my fuckbuddy came and found me to take me home.

I got an email yesterday afternoon from a hot black guy from Los Angeles, that has fucked me a number of times when he's been traveling here to Las Vegas. He said he had just arrived in town to visit family for Christmas. He was staying at his cousin's place. And that they both wanted to fuck me around 6pm when his cousin got home from work. I emailed back that I was interested and available. He gave me the address and told me to be there at 6pm. This black guy is one hot top. His name is Dwayne. I first met him through a Craigslist ad about 2 years ago. He comes to Las Vegas every couple of months and has fucked me about a dozen times in the past 2 years. So, I was eager to take his dick and his load again. I didn't even ask anything about his cousin. I just figured any additional black dick would be fun. All I knew about the cousin, was that his name was Bernard. And he worked security for one of the big hotel's on the Strip. I arrived at Bernard's condo a few minutes early. Dwayne opened the door. Gorgeous as always. 6'2'', 240 and muscular. Sporting a short goatee and a day's growth of stubble on the rest of his face. Handsome as hell. He was wearing a basketball shorts and a wife-beater tee shirt, which showed off his muscled arms perfectly. He invited me in. As I stepped into the living room, I could see another black dude sitting on the sofa. He glanced up at me, giving me the "once over". "This is my cousin's friend, Morris. I hope you wouldn't mind if he joined us?" Dwayne asked? "Yeah. I'm cool with that." I said. Morris is about 5'10", 200 and also very muscular. Where Dwayne has a light chocolate complexion, Morris has very, very dark, black skin. So black, that it almost shined. Not exactly handsome. But, his muscular build was very appealing. "My cousin just texted me that he's just a few minutes away. He wants us to get started". "Ok, cool", I said, as I followed Dwayne back to one of the bedrooms. The room was dark. We all three stripped naked. And I dropped to my knees to suck on Dwayne's cock. As I sucked, Dwayne's cock grew to it's full 9"s. Even though the room was nearly pitch dark, I could see Morris standing next to us. His cock already hard, stroking it just inches from my face. I turned my head and sucked on Morris's cock. It was just as long as Dwayne's. But even thicker. "Get on your knees on the bed, Bitch", Dwayne said to me. I did as I was told and knelt on the edge of the king size bed that filled the room. I was already prepared with my brown bottle of poppers in my hand. Knowing that Dwayne likes to immediately "get down to business", I took some deep hits of poppers to prepare me for his dick to quickly slide into me. Instead, I felt Morris put his face against my ass and lick my hole. I could tell it was Morris, because the face was smooth shaven, like his. Morris was an expert ass eater. He spread my ass cheeks and slid his tongue deep up into my hole. He had me moaning and squirming as he kissed and licked my fuck hole. He'd spit on my hole, then slide the spit up inside me with his tongue. I continued to sniff on my poppers as Morris rimmed my ass. Soon, Morris's tongue was replaced by his cock. He slipped up into me in one slow thrust. Then he grabbed me around the waist and began to pump. "Good Bitch", I heard Dwayne say. "How does his ass feel?", Dwayne asked Morris. "Nice and silky hole", Morris replied. Soon I heard someone else enter the room. "How's the hole?" I heard the strange voice ask, as I heard shoes being kicked off and clothes being discarded. "Morris is liking it, Cuz", Dwayne chuckled. "Slide up into it, yourself, Dwayne said. "Naaaah, You fuck him for a bit. He's going to need to be stretched out before he can take my dick". his cousin laughed. Morris pulled out of me and I felt the familiar cock of Dwayne slide easily up inside me. Dwayne immediately began to pound me hard and deep. I felt someone climb onto the bed in front of me. There was just enough light to be able to see that it was Bernard. He was even taller than his cousin. Bernard had to be at least 6'4", Muscular, but very thin. But the dick he put to my lips was anything BUT thin. Bernard was already. His cock had to be at least 9" or 9 1/2" long. And extremely thick. His cockhead was like a huge mushroom. And covered with foreskin. I sucked on his foreskin as Dwayne continued to pound my ass. "I've got 2 more buddies coming over. Can you handle it, Bitch?" Bernard said to me. "Uh, huh" I grunted as Bernard's cock slid past my lips and down my throat. I had 2 BBC's fucking both my holes. "I thought you wouldn't mind", Bernard said. "Dwayne told me you were a hungry pig". he laughed. Dwayne pulled out and Morris slid back into me. Morris was really pounding me, this time. He slapped my ass a few times as his cock slammed into me. Soon, Bernard pulled out of my mouth and said, "Ready or not, here I come". He climbed off the bed and walked behind me. Morris pulled out and I felt cold lube being dribbled onto my hole. I heard more lube being squeezed out and Morris was lubing up his cock. Morris's thick mushroom cockhead was soon pressing against my hole. I opened my poppers and took a couple of deep drags on it. I knew I was going to need help taking this big one. Morris soon pushed hard and his cock plopped up inside me. It hurt a bit. But I wanted it badly. I kept sniffing the poppers as he slid balls deep into me. He immediately began to pump deeply in me. "Nice pussy", Bernard said as he fucked me. A few minutes later I heard a couple of more guys enter the room. Once again, I heard shoes being kicked off and clothes being discarded. After a few minutes of Bernard's cock fucking me, he slid out and another cock took it's place. For more than an hour, 5 BBC's took turns filling my ass. When the first guy came inside me, he pulled out and Morris put his mouth up to my asshole, licking the cum that was dripping from my hole. Morris was one hot ass eater. He'd get his tongue deep, up inside me. Taking as much of the other guys cum as he could eat. Then another cock slid into me. Once he came, Morris again ate the load from my hole. Dwayne's familiar cock put the third load in my ass. Morris again licked up the remnants. Then Morris took his turn, fucking me, until he planted his load in me. Then eating his own load that was leaking from my hole with all the other loads. Bernard was the last to seed me. Bernard again sipped into me and fucked me with no mercy. His thrusts were so hard, that it would knock the breath out of me. I would grunt with each of his thrusts. Finally, after about 10 minutes of his assault on my ass, I heard him groan and unload his balls in my hole. As soon as Bernard pulled out, Morris again licked what he could from my ass. As much as I loved it, and I did, love it. I was glad for it to be over. My ass was sore and raw. I climbed off the bed as Bernard handed me a few tissues. I wiped my ass with the tissues, then put the tissues to my nose. I wanted to smell the beautiful aroma of their cum. We all dressed in the dark. Then as we entered the living room I caught the first good look at Bernard and his two buddies. I had 5 loads of cum inside me from those 5 black studs. I was in heaven. I thanked them all and told them I would love to take their loads at any time. Dwayne told me he'd be in Vegas until after New Year's. I told them I wanted to do it again. I sure hope we can make it happen. It was one of the best times I've had in bed, in a long time.

Scared Virgin Wants Pozzing Mike just turned 18, but he knew what he wanted. He wanted bare raw sex with men. He wanted a man's hot semen in his ass, even a man's hot piss. He didn't care if it was poz or neg, but right now he wanted poz, he wanted to end the fear and free himself. The only trouble is he wanted it to be given to him while making love, not just be fucked. He wanted some passion in it. Mike got on to a match site posting his desires. He got a response from a mid thirties guy named Cole, who was active and didn't have a problem being a gifter. In fact he said its been a fantasy of his to poz a young guy and help him to transition to a poz brother. The idea of it being a more passionate type of gifting actually turned Cole on even more. They set a Friday night to get together, and Mike told his parents he was staying at a friend's house, that way they could make a night and day of it. Every time Mike thought about the Friday coming up he'd start leaking precum, but he didn't allow himself to jack off. Mike was going to let his cum build up so his orgasm while being pozzed would be that much more special and strong. Friday finally came, and Mike almost did in the middle of class just thinking what was going to happen in a few hours. He was leaking so much precum he was developing a little spot in his jeans, both in front and dripping down between his balls. He couldn't wait to feel a cock in him, filling him, shooting in him. Mike got out of school, and jumped in his car to head to Cole's. His cock hard as a nail. While he was driving he had to keep adjusting his cock in his pants, which squeezed more precum up out of his cock, and through his underwear against his jeans. By the time he got to Cole's he had a rather large wet spot in the front of jeans, and his balls felt damp. Mike got up to the door, and Cole greeted him at the door. Cole was pleased with what he saw, a hot teen, with an even hotter wet bulging package. Mike loved that Cole was exactly as his picture looked. Cole grabbed Mike into a deep kiss, pushing his tongue into Mike's mouth. This made Mike moan, and he couldn't help but jet out a glob of precum, well actually it was a little cum too. "Come on in stud. I think I have surprise you'll love." Cole pulled Mike in, and shut the door behind him. Once he pulled Mike in, he reached down and pulled Mike's shirt off in quick sweep. Once his shirt was off, he attached Mike's neck, tickling it with his tongue and little bites. Not enough to leave a hicky mark, but enough to make Mike moan and leak more into his pants. When Mike looked up, he saw other guy his age in a jockstrap filming them. Mike inhaled a little more and squirmed a little. "This is Billy. He's a virgin too, more scared than you about breeding, but wanted to watch and film this for you. Is it okay?" "Yes! I'd love to be able to see my cherry pop later." Billy obviously had as big a hard on as Mike, clearly obvious in his jock. Billy picked up the camera to start his filming. He couldn't wait to watch Mike take a cock for the first time, and take a breeding. He only wished he had the courage to do the same. Cole leaned over and shoved his tongue into Mike's mouth, feeling down his bare back to edge of his pants. He carefully moved his hands between the pants band and underwear, down Mike's bare butt cheeks. Oh so smooth and tight. Mike moaned into Cole's mouth, and with hands moved down to the bottom of Cole's shirt and started lifting it. They broke their kiss, and Mike lifted Cole's shirt off. Cole was relatively hairy, compared to Mike's lack of hair, except for Mike's very dense inch wide treasure trail that lead down to a trimmed bush. Cole had a dense amount of hair all across his chest and stomach, with just slightly longer treasure trail. Mike leaned down and licked one of Cole's erect nipples. This caused Cole to moan out loud and pull Mike's head into his pec. Cole picked up Mike in his arms, bare chest to bare chest. "Come on Billy, time to film a cherry pop." Cole carried Mike back to the bedroom and Billy followed filming them. Once in the bedroom Cole put Mike on the bed and undid his jeans, and pulled everything off in one feel swoop. Mike's pubes were soaked in precum, and it was still pouring out of his hard cut cock. Cole bent down and licked across Mike's dick head. Mike moaned and spurted a little precum. Billy got a close up as Cole took Mike's head in his mouth. Cole loved the taste of Mike's sweet nectar. Cole then stood up and took off his pants, exposing his hard uncut cock for the boys to see. Billy gasped a little, so Mike looked over his body and moaned oh fuck. A little precum was glistening on the lips of Cole's foreskin. Cole got on the bed and knee walked up Mike's body until his cock was just touching Mike's lips. Mike stuck out his tongue and touched the lips of Cole's foreskin, pushing his tongue lightly into Cole's foreskin. Mike loved his first taste of a man's cock, the feel of the skin, the precum. Billy was busy filming closeup of Mike licking Cole's cock. His cock was feeling very cramped in his jock, and he pushed it off as he was filming. His cut cock standing straight out from his body. Billy unlike the other two was almost completely hairless, he kept his pubes shaved. He only had hair under his arms, and a little around his butt hole. "Right on buddy, get naked with us." Cole moaned. Cole began licking down Mike's body, again taking Mike's cock back in his mouth. Cole swirled his tongue around the head, getting all the precum of his cock as possible. He then licked down to Mike's balls, and tickled his balls with his tongue. Mike's moaning went up a little bit. Cole started lift up Mike's legs bringing Mike's hole into view. Cole then licked right down to the exposed hole. There was some hair around the hole, and spreading a little up the valley, which Cole loved. As soon as Cole's tongue touched Mike's hole, Mike almost screamed out. Mike didn't know this could feel so good. Cole ran his tongue all over the outside of Mike's hole, slowly teasing it with quick stabs with the tip of his tongue. Each time he stabbed a little deeper. All the while Billy was filming the on going, being sure to get a little bit of Mike's face to show what he was feeling, but not missing the hard core action below. Suddenly Mike's ass blossomed open, and Cole's tongue sank in to the depths of Mike's ass. Mike moaned and shot out a little cum as this happened. Cole just wagged his tongue inside Mike for a minute. Cole looked up to see Mike's little spurt of cum on his stomach. He dipped his finger in it and brought it to his mouth. Oh so nutty sweet. Cole saw Billy's hungry eyes on what he did, and took the last finger full of cum off of Mike, "Here buddy, try his cum, you know you want to. He's a Neg virgin like you, its not going to hurt you. Try it." And Cole moved his finger to Billy's mouth, and Billy just opened his mouth and accepted the finger full of cum. He couldn't believe how good it was. Cole looked and the lust filled Mike, "So do you just want me to take your cherry now, or would you like a little prep work that will help the breeding maybe take this first time?" "Lets go all the way, so I don't lose my nerve later. I want to be bred good." "You got it. Hey little buddy, you looked like you liked the taste of cum. Why don't you come down and try a little ass while I go get my prep tool. Come on, you know you want to try it. This is your chance to try a clean ass. But the camera down for minute, come try this sweet ass." Billy's lust was up, and he couldn't say no. He set the camera down on the bed, and got down between Mike's legs, and saw the hair hole winking at him. He bent down and touched his tongue directly to the winking hole. He heard Mike moan. "That's it buddy, shove your tongue in there. Get him ready for his prepping." Cole then pushed Billy's face into Mike's ass just as he started to stick his tongue in the hole, this caused Billy's tongue to really go in. Billy love the feel and taste of Mike's ass, and really started licking and tongue fucking him. Cole went into the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush he'd been using. He'll just replace. As he came back to the bed, he grabbed lube out of the drawer as well. Billy stood up and grabbed the camera again. Cole took his place at Mike's ass. "Ok my little virgin chaser, this is to help prep you up. I'm just going to brush your insides up. I won't kid you, its going to smart a little." "Do it, I want it." Billy got ready to film this. He couldn't believe Mike agreed to having a toothbrush stuck up his ass. At the same time he thought it was hotter than hell. It made him leak little precum. Looking through the camera lens, he watched Cole lube up the toothbrush and then lube up Mike's hole. Then he watched as Cole put the brush against the winking hole. Then he saw the brush slowing sinking into that hole and Mike moaning. Billy than panned up to Mike's face, and he captured Mike's lust filled and a little pain look. Mike opened his mouth to breath and moan. Cole started to spin the brush around a little as well as slowly in and out. He pulled it all the way out to see how it looked it, and it was just ever so slightly pink, so not quite ready. So Cole slowly pushed the brush back in, and made light sawing motions. While he did this, he looked at Billy, and how he was sort of panting, and his cock was throbbing. "Hey film this when I pull the brush out. See how its coming out of his ass. Look at that color on there, that's much pinker, that means just a little more brushing and he'll be ready for the breeding. Say, you want to brush him a little? Come on down here, why don't you do a little." Billy set the camera down and came down where Cole was. "Here take the brush. Now slowly insert it in to his ass. That's it nice and slow. Move it all around inside him. That's it. You like getting him all prepped for a breeding?" All Billy could do was nod. He couldn't believe he was moving this around in Mike's ass. Watching it up close going in and out. "Okay, let me take it back, and you can film it coming it. I bet it'll be nice a red now. Pick up the camera and film it coming out." Billy picked up the camera and looking through the lens, he saw the brush slowly being pulled out. When the brush head came all the way out, it was noticeably red. "Yeah, your ready for breeding now. Look at the red color. That means your ass is all ready to be get bred and accept all that my cum has to give you." Cole set the brush down, and grabbed the lube. He started lubing up his cock real good, and put some more lube on and in Mike's hole. "Okay my worried virgin, its time. You ready to lose that cherry?" "Yes, god, yes. I want your dick in me now, please." Billy watched through the lens of the camera as Cole pulled is foreskin back and rubbed his head against Mike's hole. Carefully dipping in just a little and rubbing again. Then Cole slowly and carefully started pushing his cock in. When it was a little more that half way in, he panned up to Mike's face. He was breathing heavily from his mouth and his eyes were rolled back and he was moaning. Mike began heavily leaking precum out of his cock, you would think someone turned on a faucet. "I'm all the way in now. Feel my hard cock in you. Your cherry is all mine. Now to breed you. I'm not going to last long, your so nice and tight, and your ass keeps gripping my dick." Billy got up on the bed and straddled Mike so he could get a nice clear shot of Cole's dick sliding in and out. What a sight, Cole was so carefully moving his dick, nice and slow in and out. Mike looked up and saw Billy's tight little ass and balls hanging there in front of his face. Mike could help himself, he stuck his tongue out and licked Billy's balls. Doing this caused them to jump around in their sack. Billy almost dropped the camera went he felt his balls being licked. His cock started bouncing and splattering Mike's upper abs with his precum. As he was watching through the camera, he saw Mike's balls starting to really pull up to his body, and Mike's dick kept throbbing up with each thrust from Cole. "Okay bud, I'm getting really close, you ready for my cum, you ready to bred?" Mike stopped licking Billy's balls, "Yes, fuck yes. Give my your seed. Fuck it into me." Cole picked up his speed just a little. Suddenly he pushed in a little hard and did some quick jabs, and began groaning loudly. "Oh fuck, here it cums, I'm going to breed you now." Billy watched through the lens as Cole shoved hard and was shaking, and suddenly Mike's cock erupted with cum, and sprayed everywhere, including the camera lens. Billy got up off of Mike and set the camera down on the side bed table and then saw as Cole leaned into Mike and kissed him deeply, while we was still humping his spent dick into him. Billy's cock was throbbing to cum. Cole saw this and grabbed Billy's hard cock and started stroking it. "You need to cum to bud, lay down on the bed, lets let the prior virgin suck you off." Mike only smiled and moved over so Billy could lay down. Mike immediately attacked his hard cock, he loved Billy's sweet precum. Cole leaned in and whispered something into Mike's ear. Mike then licked down to Billy's balls, and Cole lifted Billy's leg, and Mike attacked the exposed hole. Billy couldn't believe the feeling, he loved the tongue on his ass. Mike then went back to Billy's cock just in time to catch the load as it fired out. The three then layed on the bed Mike pressed up against Billy, and Cole pressed up to Mike.

I knew what I was getting into. I’d heard of Lawyer John’s notorious parties through the grapevine for years. My friend Con, who was a filthy gossip, pointed him out to me a few times in the nightclubs of Belfast. Lawyer John (our nickname for him) was pretty to miss though given his overall “too-hot-to-stay-in-Belfast” looks and physique. Lawyer John was a suave stunner in his mid-forties, with a gym fit body and expensive tousled “salt and pepper” haircut. He should have been modelling suits for Gucci or something, and not raising the bell-curve for us poor mortals who didn’t have any other option but to stay here in the North, drowning our sorrows as we were that night. Northern Ireland once again performed abysmally in rugby, getting trashed by the All Blacks earlier that day. Con’s favourite pastime, after a few jars, was nodding his head over at some poor trick in the club and divulging all his nasty secrets. Usually they involved Con, a quirky fetish and/or an STI. Con was an old-school gossip and would always start off in his thickest working class Belfast accent with the line “Didja ya see that wee lad there righ? Well…” At this point our posse would be leaning forward wondering what new tale of desperation or filth we were in for. With Lawyer John, Con would always drink deep from his Guinness, nod over at him and then launch into the following tale. “Did I tell ye lads about our friend Lawyer John over there. Mike (this was me) knows, but I’ll tell the rest of ye. Steer clear of that fucker. A right nasty piece of work they say lads. They say he hosts these parties y’see. Where all the A-gays of Belfast go and get gee-eyed out of it on G and E and coke and whatever else you’d be having. No condoms, no fucking sense, and a few prossies hired up from London or wherever. He works over in the courts too, so he should know better. Anyways, the parties always get really fuckin wild, and to hear tell of it, at one of the last ones there was a lad who overdosed. Some fucker up from Fermanagh, still wet behind the ears and looking for his bit of freedom from his mammy and the farm, thought he’d try his hand at hooking. Anyways as the story goes, the lad reacted badly with the cocktail of drugs he was on and it wasn’t till after the party that they realised he was unconscious and had been for about a day or two. It was then that they dropped him outside the Pipeworks sauna and called the police. Kid nearly died. Seemingly was left with some nasty nerve damage too. And that kid…” and Con leaned in here, building suspense, “is none other than Ugly Eoghan!” I’d heard it before so chuckled to watch the looks of incomprehension on our mates as they tried to fit the pieces together. Lawyer John was some jet-setting executive who probably had a sea of hot accountants who wanted him to write off their “bad debts”. Meanwhile Ugly Eoghan was the odd drunk that’d turn up outside the Kremlin as the crowd turned out in the early morning, trying to chat up the very, very drunk twinks outside. He worked the “going-home” crowd, cause he’d been barred from every gay establishment between here and Dublin. He was only in his early thirties, but had such a way with him that he looked at least ten years older and while there was nothing necessarily disfigured about him, he had a constant stoop, squinted eyes and a perpetually sneering mouth, so you couldn’t help but be repulsed by him. To think that this gay “character” had been created by the beautiful and sophisticated Lawyer John was a good yarn, but none of us really believed it. Sensing our disbelief, Con urged us “it’s true honest! Ugly Eoghan’s life wasn’t always the car-crash you see outside the chipper on a Saturday pawing at the twinks. But seemingly Lawyer John has high connections, and got the whole thing hushed up. The police, the other party-goers, even the sauna staff, everyone was hushed up”. We nodded as Con knocked back the rest of his Guinness and looked to see who was getting the next round in. He always got a bit conspiracy-ish after a few, talking one minute about chem-trails, and the next about how the fluoride pumped in Irish water was to keep people passive. A nudge knocked me out of my reverie. It was my round. I waited at the bar for the hot new barman Sven to get my drinks. Seemingly he had to learn how to replace a keg or something, but you’d forgive a white blond Nordic god a lot for a flash of his dopey smile, so I pulled out my phone and checked my apps. Grindr and Scruff were disappointing as usual, though my profile didn’t invite a lot of comment – it was just a torso like all the rest of them – showing off my six-pack from two years ago, which had since gone into a small hibernation. Not that most tricks minded. None of them looked quite like their photos either, and as long as I wasn’t, well, ugly Eoghan, and I shoved all nine inches of my cock into them, I heard no complaints. The only messages I had was from this hot nurse Gavin who I always had a great back and forth with, but who always chickened out of all the dates I suggested, to the point where I gave up trying. Sometimes I was in the mood to flirt with him, knowing it’d have no effect, but not today. Sensing someone pushing past me for a newly opened gap at the bar, I moved to let the guy settle in beside me. I did a very subtle double-take when I realised it was the devil himself – Lawyer John. He didn’t even notice me. He still had his head turned, taking drink orders off of some tall muscle-bound blond who’d be perfect as an extra in any World War 2 film, yellow blonde where Sven was white. I took the time to properly study the Lawyer-man up close. God, he was gorgeous. He’s one of those guys who looks so much better as a 40 year old than he ever would have as a 20 year old. His tailored shirt opening to show a defined lean body and sculpted lines across his collarbones, up his neck and in his deep dimples as he laughed at something the Aryan giant said. I waited for the polite “eye-contact” nod that in Ireland passed for “thank you for giving me space at the bar”, but the lawyer studiously turned forward and blanked me. Pfft. Whatever. I guess if you don’t look like you breathe the same rarefied air as these little gods, you may as well be invisible. I then heard the distinctive message tones from Gay-Romeo beside me. I looked over, and sure enough, Lawyer John had his phone out too. I guess little gods need a bit of help looking for love too. I noticed he was mostly scanning an app with a black and orange design. I leaned over a little further. It was called “BBRT” or something like that. I then heard the Sven clear his throat “Ah Mike, jour drrinks” “oh right, cheers Sven!” A few drinks more with the lads at the pub, then at Con’s house and eventually we’re all calling it a night. It’s proper late, by the time I’m back in my flat near the university, like 6am. I clumsily broke the laptop out and looked up this BBRT website. Bareback Real Time Sex, it said. I gulped a little. I’ve not usually been one for bareback – topping’s the same to me if I top protected or not, so I always chose the former. Up until this point I’d never successfully bottomed, with or without a condom, so I saw no attraction in barebacking. However, Lawyer John was on it, and who knew, maybe he was only a click or two away. I could beat off to some pics of him, no harm, no foul. I read through the usual preamble with starting an account, and then once I’d verified my email and put up the bare skeleton of a profile (Newry9inch), I got to seeing who was online in Belfast. This was a very different pool to the Grindr/Scruff guys. There were a few kinky bastards who revelled in anything pain related, a few kids that had the title Bug-Chaser in their profile and then me by the looks of it. Noone else was online. I went back to filling out my profile, deciding to put up a cock pic as my main profile pic (it wasn’t as if I was looking for friends or gym buddies on this site). Then after a bit more thought I added a headless nude shot and an over-the-shoulder arse pic. “Fuck it!” I thought and headed to the bathroom. When I got back, I was in luck. My inbox had three more messages from three different guys – not just the welcome bot. The first was a proper daddy type who wanted to spank my ass for being up so late. I chuckled, and politely declined. The next was from a blank profile online asking “u into scat?” I once again replied “cheers, but definitely not my thing. All the best”, cause I may be many things, but I always answer people, so there’s no ambiguity. I’m a motherfucking gentleman! The last was interesting. It was another blank profile “northernlights”, this time asking “u into pnp?” Now I won’t lie. I love me a bit of rolling with molly or speed-pumped sex, so this had my slut-senses tingling – could this be Lawyer John? I answered “could be. Why?” And waited… About half a minute later I get a reply. “We’re looking to score” and a link to a webpage within BBRT. I clicked through the link and it directed me to an expired party page from earlier that night– some sort of group page that BBRT did for people arranging group meets – wow BBRT really knew their audience! This page had the description “Party – Titanic Quarter for titanic men”. I snorted at that. The blurb below was written as if a size queen on meth – detailing all the types of men who could apply (a very select few) and all the guys who couldn’t. To be honest the description was a turn-off. One of those impossibly high standard parties that I wouldn’t dream of trying for after a few rejections earlier on in life. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I feel pretty hot – I rock the slightly rough/scruffy, three-day stubbled scally lad look, but I would never fit in with the built Abercrombie and Fitch crowd. My body was lean and I was an in-shape lad especially for my job (a journalist for a less than reputable paper… ok so, a tabloid journalist – it paid the bills) but I’d never have this party’s required “defined muscles” or “less than 5% body fat” (I kid you not – that’s what they wrote). The rest of post summed up that a group party had been organised (about 6 hours earlier) for the A-gays of Belfast. Good-fucking luck to ‘em I thought! I saw my inbox had another message and clicked it. Northernlights again. “u know any dealers?” I chuckled and then remembered something. Looking to my chest of drawers in the middle of the room, I pulled out my sock drawer and fumbled at the back. I pulled out my old metal tea-box that had my weed and the makings of my joints in, a few pills, and also… at the bottom… …Eureka!.. I found the bag of MDMA that my mate’s sister’s boyfriend’s friend left behind at a houseparty a year back. The lad went mental looking for it afterwards, but cause he was a dick I didn’t call him up a week later when I found it behind the coal bucket. It was about 10-15g of product, but I’d tried it, and maybe cause it’d be been left out somewhere humid, or maybe cause it was it was just a shit supply, but it did nothing for me. But there was enough here for a trade. Maybe I’d get some money for it finally? I messaged back. “None that are awake right now. My usual guy’s disappeared too. I’ve a bit of my own supply - MDMA here (10-15g), dunno how good it is, if you’re desperate? J” (Was the smiley too much?) Northernlights was quick to reply “Yeah would be up for that - could buy it – where u? Could send taxi round? We’re in X” Obviously I’m not gonna reveal where exactly the guy was – but it was a very swanky part of town. Northernlights sent me on details of the place and then signed off – “…Thanks lad. See you soon” No name. But honestly considering we’d just agreed to perform a crime online I could understand that. Nice one! I was gonna finally sell off my old stash and at least see what the inside of one of these exclusive parties looked like. The taxi came round 15 minutes later. I was barely out of the shower and into my cleaner pair of going-out trackies when I heard my phone go off. I grabbed my whole stash box and all the way there I was full of nervous jitters. I kept thinking I was going to end up at some weird “eyes-wide-shut” masked party. The apartment building was one of the very modern ones that went up as part of the Titanic quarter’s refurbishment after the peace agreement. I remember seeing it being built and even then thinking I’d never be able to afford living in a posh place like this. I rang the apartment bell. Elocution lessons answered; “Yars?” “Um, this is ahem, Newry….” “Oh roight! Yars yars, push the door when it buzzes” I made my way up. On the way up I kept formulating and reformulating the plan. See how much they were willing to pay to keep their party going. Get a good look around to see how to super-hot live and try to see a few fucking, to fill the wank-bank. Get them to order me another taxi. Would they stretch to a pizza too? Oh, but how to make sure this wasn’t an elaborate police op? Wasn’t that entrapment? Did that law even apply in Belfast? Better make sure to get them to do a line for free first. I got to the door. I rapped gently on it. No answer. I was about to ring the bell when the door opened and there in a red and grey silk dressing gown stood Lawyer John. A-Gay of Belfast numero uno! “Newry9inches?” he said, smiling at me, showing those dimples. Those goddamn beautiful dimples! I nodded mutely and he waved me in. He muttered something about doing business upstairs in his room as I looked around the split-level apartment. There were bags and clothes on most of the chairs and couches in the main entrance hall-cum-living room. The floor plan was pretty open and segued from living room to foyer to kitchen (which was divided from the rest by an outjutting counter) all across the entire lower floor. There were some shadowy figures in the extremities of the kitchen and living room, but before I could better make them out, John beckoned me up his stairs (solid oak beams projecting from the wall, no banistair, very swanky!) I clambered up behind him, getting glimpses of his very tan, very developed gym-toned legs, to come out on a long corridor landing. Everything was ivory tones and expensive looking. There were about four doors off the corridor – two guest bedrooms, the main bedroom and main bathroom. As we went into the main bedroom I saw the entire outer wall was one plate window giving a fantastic view back over Belfast City. The bed was massive and recently used and there was an en-suite bathroom to the left. John sat down on the bed and looked expectantly me… “The MDMA?” “Oh right, yeah let me just get that out” and I walked over to the desk. He followed behind me as I lay the bag of white powder on the table. I saw the remains of some other lines of powder there and a credit card. I turned to him. “Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but cause I’m not used to, um, normally, ever doing this, and how do I know this isn’t some police sting?” He laughed a rich baritone laugh at that and said something about the differences in UK and American law, and that he’d asked me to bring over with me to sell, which indeed would be a form of entrapment. He then smiled and said, “but if it makes you feel better, I can do a line in front of you now?” I nodded, and he took the bag from me and poured some out. Crushing it with his credit card he asked me to roll up a twenty-pound note as he scraped together four short lines. When he pulled back he waved me forward to do the first two lines – oh right – I weirdly hadn’t expected to be doing the MDMA in front of him, but fuck it. I ducked down, snorted them up and passed the twenty. Squeezing and pinching my nose I looked over as he rose from his lines. “So do you wanna sit down for a bit, to see if it kicks in?” I asked. He nodded toward the bed, snuffling back all the powder. I sat down on the edge, he sat beside me. “I think I saw you out earlier” I mentioned. He nodded. “Mike here by the way” “Simon here” he replied, extending his hand for a handshake and smiling. I started to feel something in the back of my brain, but I was never great with MDMA. “I think I’m feeling it” I mentioned, “but it’s always a bit odd for me, how about you?” I asked. He was raising his half-shut eyes and muttering to himself… Yeah he was definitely feeling something. “Oh yars Mark” “uh it’s Mike” “Sorry Mike. Yah I’m feeling it – that is …some good stuff you have”. He looked at me. His eyes were massively dilated. We said in unison “wow your eyes…” and trailed off and chuckled. I looked at this guy who only hours before had seemed a part of the frosty impenetrable A-gay elite rubbish of Belfast, and yet here we were now, bonding. It was beautiful. I felt Simon and I were having a special time outside of time and that I could suddenly confide totally in him. “You should laugh more dude, your dimples are gorgeous” He smiled at this, and replied, “you’re pretty cute yourself dealer-man” I got a cheeky thought “what else can you do to prove you’re not a police officer?” His deep chuckle was adorable. “Well what would you like me to…” We got cut off by a knock on the door, the en-suite door. “Hey Si, are you still with that dealer guy?” The door opened and a tall pale guy with jet black hair stepped in. He was wearing a towel around his waist and had obviously come from the shower. His body definitely fit into the 5% body fat category. I think I could have seen him on a Men’s Health magazine or something – he had a familiar look about him. Every random Latin-named muscle was on display and some new ones too I think. “This him?” he asked Simon. “Yeah, this mmmmm here is…. Mark..no Mike! This is Iain” Iain smiled and extended his hand to me. “Not named after the Reverend I assure you.” I laughed and still felt very odd to be shaking everyone’s hand at a sex party. He then turned to look back at the desk. His back was just pure sculpture. I looked over to see Simon/Lawyer John smirking at me, catching me ogling the beefcake mere metres away from me. I giggled and nudged him. Yeah ok maybe the MDMA was having an effect. I’d missed Iain’s request “What now?” Iain repeated himself “Is it ok if I sample a line or two” “Be my guest,” I sorta slurred out. Iain bent over the desk to crush out a line’s worth. I was looking at Simon. He had mischief in his eyes. “Iain” Simon called, “I need to prove something to Mike here” and reached over to his towel-covered ass. Tugging on the towel as Iain crushed his line, Simon succeeded on pulling the towel off, revealing Iain’s pale magnificent ass. Iain barely reacted, engrossed in his task. The twin globes were just that right blend of smooth and bubble-butt, spreading down into two tree trunks of thighs. A real rugby player physique! Oh shit, now I knew where I’d seen Iain before. He’s Iain the rugby player! The gay rugby player Iain Hawkins! He was the prop-forward for the Northern Irish team who’d recently come out and had all his family support him in the papers, and his… boyfriend! I watched him earlier today get trounced by the fuckin Kiwis! My tabloid journalist was itching at the size of the scoop I had in front of me. Belfast A-Gay number 2, Iain Hawkins prop-forward for Northern Ireland, showing me his incredibly fuckable ass, while doing Class A drugs. Another part of me took over as I refocused on that ass. “Mike” Simon called back to me, “I’m gonna do something I’m pretty sure no undercover cop would do” and with that licked a finger and started to pull Iain’s ass-cheeks apart. Then exposing Iain’s pink rosy hole, he guided the lubed finger into Iain’s hole. Working it in quite quickly I figured Iain had already been fucked this night. Simon replaced his finger with his tongue as he got up properly to rim his friend. I heard Iain groan in appreciation and follow it with one quick snort. I was rubbing my cock through my grey tracksuit bottoms. Simon winked at me and looked to my growing bulge. “Looks like your username wasn’t lying” I smirked and coyly asked “do you want to check for yourself?” as I stood up, raising my crotch to his head height. He used his free hand to snag my tracksuit bottoms down exposing my navy blue jockstrap and jutting nine-incher. Simon mouthed a “wow”, as most guys do. It’s not just nine or nine and a half inches, it’s also quite a thick girthy cock which often a lot of bottoms can’t work with – they think they can, but their eyes are too big for their asshole. Simon got to work, pushing the jockstrap pouch to the side and freeing my monster. As he started lapping on the underedge of my cock, I reached over and started rubbing Iain’s ass cheeks. Iain took another snort and wriggled his ass in appreciation, or at least that what I took his ass-wriggle for. Unopposed I moved both my hands to cup Iain’s ass, kneading and massaging, rearranging our trio so that I could bend over to rim Iain while still giving Simon clear access to my cock. Iain’s hole tasted beautiful. You could tell that the cunt has been used, I could even detect some cum that hadn’t been fully washed away. Damn right I’ll admit I look for a good sloppy-seconds ass when I’m whoring myself round. I steer the fuck away from virgins and twinks. Fucking a cum-dump’s ass where it’s cold and virginal on the outside, but hot and juicy at the core… mmm my version of heaven. After a few minute of rimming and sucking – Simon sure loved sucking my cock and I was feeling a little more adventurous. I was alternating my tongue and my two left fingers, playing Iain’s ass like a fiddle. Iain pushed his juicy orbs again back at us, Simon pulled off of me to come beside me and watch as Iain started twitching his ass. I kept a grip on his ass shoving my left thumb inside him. Simon grabbed and turned my cheek and we stared intensely into eachother’s eyes. Simon took a step closer and asked, “would a policeman do this?” and grabbed the back of my head pulling me in to a full-on kiss. Our tongues were running against eachother, his spit, my spit. As I kissed him passionately back I felt his robe fall open and felt my cock bounce and joust with his thick 7 incher. Every bit of his body was tan, including his cock. I ran my right hand up and down his defined body, running over each muscular ridge – I kept asking myself, was this really happening? I looked down to pinch myself and could see a pearl of precum had started to drip off of his hooded shaft. I started to bend my knees to lick up every drop from his precum-dripping cock – I love a dripper! However Simon held me back and wiped his steady precum flow onto my own spit slicked member. After milking himself this way for a bit, he grunted up at Iain, “look back for a second Iain” Iain, minor sports celebrity, minor gay celebrity for the UK had recently done a fashion-spread for GQ magazine with his boyfriend. Yet right then he was currently sporting just a white powder moustache and a smile. He looked back over his shoulder at my proud nine-incher slick with Simon’s juices, as Simon tapped my cock against his twitching hole. “Oh yeah Mikey, shove that gorgeous stick into me” All thoughts of his boyfriend evaporated, all my thoughts of safety evaporated, I needed those ass-pussy lips on my poor naked cock and I needed it now! Ok yeah, the MDMA was definitely working at this point. I didn’t wait for a second request and shoved my tool deep in that slut’s hole. And what a fucking hole, it was a prime hole – medium rare/pink on the outside, juicy yet well done on the inside. I was a bit worried Simon’s precum wasn’t enough lube, but Iain already had a least two loads in him giving my cock the lovely cream covering as I churned that gut-butter up. I gave that rugby player a fucking penalty, conversion and a try. In fact I lost myself so much in pounding that perfect white arse's hole I didn’t notice Simon was gone. He had gone around to salvage the MDMA. It seemed I ploughed Iain a bit too heavily and now the prop forward had it all over him looking like some Japanese Geisha or some shit. “Oh shit dude, you’re gonna get so fucking high” I laughed, but I didn’t stop pounding him.

I love all the threads in the cocksucking section. I'm a total top and been barebacking recently. What gets me ready to fuck really hard is a long session of ass-eating and getting sucked, then ram it in. I love to fuck raw and take a break to eat the hole and fill it with saliva for some more pounding; that makes me crazy horny and well, when I take a break, pull my dick out to get sucked that's heaven. I can keep on going until I shoot liters of milk in that ass. OK when all of this happens I'm talking about a -clean- bottom who I can fuck raw and then eat his ass and I imagine the bottom likes a shit-free dick when sucking off. Would love to read more top stories. I really enjoy reading all you nasty fuckers' stories but I'd like more TOP stuff discussed and told. Love.

I have been reading and getting LOADS of pleasure from so many of you guys' stories, I thought I would try to return the favor. This is my first attempt so any constructive criticism will be appreciated. The story is a mix of truth and fantasy based on my own experiences and those of others I know. Hope you enjoy! Standing behind the high-back leather chair occupied by my leather daddy in his harness and chaps, I reached around each side of the chair and took hold of his hard eraser-sized nips between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and immediately begin applying pressure and twisting them. I heard my leather daddy moan then growl his approval and sexual arousal as expected, knowing how sensitive his big nips were and how they are hot-wired straight down to his fat cut 8 inch leather daddy cock. I knew that with each twist, pull, tug or flick on the edge of his nips his always-horny dick would throb and vibrate, spewing out oozings of his hot poz precum. Many times sitting between his legs licking his hairy balls while he played with his own nips I would be almost hypnotized seeing his dick's reaction to the nip play. But tonight I couldn't see the excited throbbings and twitchings of daddy's dick from the sensations on his nips. No, my view of daddy's dick was blocked by the thick-haired head of the hot high young bi sub pig that was eagerly making love to daddy's cock with his wet warm mouth. He had arrived at daddy's house just a little more than 30 minutes ago and had been worshipping that meaty slab of meat for almost the past 15 minutes, stopping only 3 brief times - once to make out with me when he first started sucking that dick and I was sharing it with him (that was before daddy had told me to get behind his chair and work his nips), and then twice to take 2 HUGE hits off the pipe at daddy's direction. Daddy had told me before the young sub had arrived that he had plans for that sexy bi boy tonight and into tomorrow and that plan required that we make sure we keep him tweaked and horny the whole time. And the stuff daddy had for the pipe this weekend was very strong. We would make sure he was kept right at the edge of being horny and piggy without being too out of it. And from daddy's moans and the wet slurping noises it was apparent that right at this moment the little piggy was very horny and very ready to please "our" leather daddy. As I stroked daddy's nips with my thumbs, causing him to arch his back and growl again, I leaned forward over the back of the chair, licking at the sweat on his neck and whispered to him, "Is that a good mouth on your dick? Does that sub boy know how to treat his daddy's big cock?" Daddy had just started a big hit off the wipe as I asked the question so he didn't answer immediately. Daddy had great lung capacity and inhaled on his hits longer than anybody I knew. Still working his nips I watched as he finally removed the flame from the bowl sucked in one last time, held it then blew out a fucking monstrous cloud that totally blocked out the young pig on the floor between his legs. "So hot, Sir!" I whispered. Tina clouds always make me horny. And I knew this one was going to ramp up daddy's horniness big time, especially with what he planned this weekend for the handsome boy currently sucking his cock. That boy had no idea daddy was poz (or that I was too). And he for sure didn't know daddy had stopped his meds 3 weeks ago. If daddy had it his way - and I knew he would - the beautiful young chemmed up pig sucking daddy's cock would find out all about daddy before going home tomorrow and he would be on the way to becoming just like the daddy he was intent on pleasing in every way. Oh, if he only knew where that was going to lead him! **I know it's kind of a slow start guys but needing to set the background and scene. Let me know if you think I should continue. Thanks!**

After years of denial of who I really am, being uptight, playing on the DL when I wanted dick then back to pussy thinking it's gone. I finally gave in n let the inner fag come out. I was still worried about being caught in the act. That changed one night when I went to a gay bar, I didn't know anybody at 1st. Then an old co worker came up n we started talking n he invited me to his table where 5-6 guys were. "What are u doing in here, Erik? I thought u were straight." I had several drinks n my tongue had listened. "I'm bi, I just hide it well. Im newly single n decided to test these waters since I haven't in a few years." We talked n I started feeling really drunk n horny. Taylor n his friends had been flirting w me more n more, my usually uptight ass was eating it up. Taylor asked me if liked to get high on anything other than weed & if I ever done Tina. I told him I tried it w my ex gf n it had no effect on me other than a limp dick, but I loved the high. He said maybe I tried it w the wrong sex, we went to the bathroom stall w his bf n we smoked some shards. He told me he had spiked my drink w GCB is why I was so drunk n my dick was bulging. He also told me that him n Jon wanted me when we worked together. There I was, spun as hell, really starting to want him n bf then n there. The guys fucking in the next stall fed it, he reached over n rubbed my throbbing cock n Jon rubbed his. Omg what have u done to me? I'm so horny. He leaned towards me n whispered, awakened the cock slut in u. It seems when a guy rubs ur dick on this ur extremly horny. We are going to a party w more drugs n sex,wanna get real crazy n go? Or we can go to our house n party there. I was beside myself w list for them, I was rubbing their dicks, hitting the pipe when I felt a finger slide into my ass. I moaned as he worked it around, I just pushed a huge shard in ur ass, it seems u like ur ass w things in it. The rush hit me, our neighbor was moaning like a whore begging to be fucked harder n I was being fingered n rubbing both their dicks. I was in heat n Taylor was working my ass so good as he said, I had a feeling about u cuz I caught u checking out the guys, now I'm finally gonna fuck u. I got on my knees n sucked their dicks hungrily, I had never wanted dick so bad, my ass was craving cocks bad. Yeah that's it, tease our cocks n ull get all u want. Meths got u so hot for it ud probably take on every dick in here. Jon said, damn he can really suck dick, I bet that ass is nice n tight. Oh yeah, he's loving it. Wanna go to an orgy n get higher n let lose? Omg yes, I panted, I never been in one. We straightened up n rejoined their party, they looked at us n smiled knowingly. They told them that they had talked me into the orgy tonight, n everybody was happy. We stayed a lil while longer, was rubbed, hugged n groped by all 10 guys at the table. We went back to the restroom again to smoke more, 4 of us crammed into that stall, I was beside myself wanting every guy I saw. They had given me 4 more booty bumps n I couldn't control it any longer. I sucked off a dick that came thru the hole in the stall in less than 5 minutes. Holy shit boys, we got to get this slut to our party. He's about to get a line started here. Reluctently we left the bar n headed to Taylors house, on the way I was in the middle of back seat making out w Taylor n jon their hands were all over me n mine on them. More later

The Stables (Part 1) Gregory was a shy boy. At the age of 18 he was still living with his parents and they didn’t know Greg was gay. His dad tried several things to get his son into girls, once even hiring a whore to introduce his son to sex. While Greg was terrified, the prostitute, Mandy, was a nice lady, and, although she tried to stir his interest, she may very well have sensed his sexual preference that Greg was unable to perform. Or perhaps she was just glad, seeing that she had been paid and hadn't had to actually satisfy another John. Who knows? Perhaps she saw it as simply easy money. In any event when the time was up and she and Greg met Greg's father who was waiting in the 'salon' for his son, Mandy made a show of kissing Gregory on his mouth and giving his crotch a grope, thanking him for the hot ride. Greg’s dad was more than proud and for the moment was relaxed as it had crossed his mind that Greg might be a faggot. After all, while Greg had plenty of female friends, he had never had a girlfriend, and certainly (prior to Mandy), had apparently never messed around with a woman. No, he was a shy and sensitive boy and even at 18 was more into music and the arts than playing football or basketball. Although unspoken, Greg's father's greatest fear was that his son would turn into a dick-taking faggot. But after the session with Mandy, Greg's father was fairly sure everything would turn out all right: his son fucked a whore and he would soon find another hole into which to unload. Everything was running slowly but on the right course. Little did Greg's father know that Gregory had his own suspicions. Greg remembered experienced as early as the age of six when in swim class, he saw this other boy whose name was Alec. Gregory didn't, of course, have the vocabulary to put a name to it, but he always got excited when Alec accidentally brushed up against him when the two were standing in line waiting to jump from the one-meter board. Beyond and incidental physical contact nothing happened between Gregory and Alec, but a couple of years later, when Greg was around ten, he recognized the sensation when he found himself fascinated by Mickey, another ten year old in the same class. While Greg was perfectly happy to stare at Mickey, giving unconscious smiles, Mickey caught-on, and was none to keen for Greg's attentions, so Mickey purposefully and angrily shoved Gregory away, once even giving him a punch in the face. Although the punch was unexpected and quite painful, Greg nevertheless enjoyed being on the receiving end of Mickey's attention, even if there was a substantial degree of hostility. A few years later, now 14, Greg truly had a crush on Mr. Wilson, his English teacher. Mr. Wilson might have been in his late 20s, but he generally wore hot, tight jeans, and, as Mr. Wilson moved about the class room, Greg couldn’t stop but staring at Mr. Wilson's bulge. Of course Greg's obsession wouldn't end-up going anywhere: Mr. Wilson was married and had a baby daughter. He never even registered Greg's interest, but no matter: Greg utterly idolized his teacher. About this time rumors began circulating suggesting Gregory was a fag. His mates in class recognized the difference - when they associated erections with girls, Greg seemed to get an erection when Mr. Wilson passed down the corridor. Greg's schoolmates took their suspicions out on Greg, slapping him around, ostracizing him, and occasionally dumping him into the school dumpster. Naturally Greg wanted less and less to do with his schooling, and eventually dropped out early, getting a job at a gas station. The job didn't, of course, pay all that much, but Greg earned a couple to keep his car running. His parents didn’t ask him to contribute to rent or food, although his Dad urged Greg to join the Army, believing this would make him a ‘real’ man. Greg was quite innocent. He had never seen a gay porn and likewise had never heard about the dangers of unsafe sex. He thought of rubbers served solely to prevent pregnancies. He had, however, overheard some conversations about club a couple of counties away, some sort of bath house, where guys gathered for sexual encounters - with other guys. Although Greg didn't know quite what to expect, he decided to make a visit to the bath house on his next day off. The day arrived and Greg made the trip. It was a two hour drive, but Greg didn't begrudge the mileage, reasoning the distance reduced the likelihood he would encounter anyone from his home town. He wore his best clothing: a white shirt, with some expensive pair of jeans which he thought framed his ass perfectly. He even bought new sneakers just for this event - not realizing he would take all this clothing off within a few minutes of having entered the bar. Finally arriving at the town where the club was located, and having even located the club, he drove into the parking lot but couldn't find any vacancies, so he drove through the town looking for parking. The search was a bit harder than he expected, so when he eventually found a legal parking spot, he parked, climbed-out of the car, only to discover he had lost his bearings, so he approached a small group of guys standing at the corner and asked for directions to 'The Stable'. The guys glared at Greg, giving the unspoken message "Get lost, faggot." Anxiously Greg stepped back to the pavement and tried to get mixed with the crowd. He felt so stupid. He left his hometown thinking in a big town as this one, people would be differently, but the thugs reactions were more than just hostile. In fact Greg realized the thugs were following him. Naturally Greg was in panic. What if he wouldn’t find a safe place? What if he wouldn’t reach his car? What if they beat him up or kill him for being gay? What if their parents found out the reason for his death…. and while those ideas were spinning in his head ‘The Stables’ appeared before him. He couldn’t believe his luck. He hurriedly entered the premises. As he stepped through the door he glanced back and saw the guys disappearing into the crowd. Their victim had escaped. “Well, well…. aren’t we excited….. you are quite heavy breathing…. are you a mare, or a stallion?” the cashier asked. “I…. I am…. what?” Greg asked. “Oh dear…. your first time?” the employee asked. Greg simply nodded. The guy behind the counter inspected Greg, recognizing by Greg's walk, but his discrete glances, by his delicate mouth, that Greg would be on the receiving end that night. "Well, if you want to get fucked, then you are a mare…. if you fuck, then you are a stallion. It is not so difficult. We got this pink bracelet for mares…. and the blue bracelet is for studs,” the guy explained. Greg caught-on, and both he and the clerk simultaneously said the word 'Mare'. Paying the entrance fee and now wearing the pink bracelet, which was sealed along around his wrist, the clerk giggled as he explained “Without this wrist band the party will be over for you. So no switching. You are a mare!” The clerk gave Greg a key to a locker and a pink towel, as well as directions to the locker room where, the clerk instructed, Greg should strip and then move to the party in the basement. With a final “Enjoy the party,” the clerk got busy folding towels. As he walked down the staircase into the basement Greg's heart was almost jumping out of his throat. Arriving in the basement Greg found the space was quite dark, although he could see several corridors in which, he surmised, he stood a good chance of finally getting fucked. He also found a bar. "First timer?” the bartender asked. “Is it so obvious?” Greg answered shyly. “It won’t be in the darkroom…..” the bartender laughed. “Darkroom,” Greg repeated the word. The bartender watched at him, as if Greg just stepped out of a spaceship. “Yeah…. Darkroom. A dark room, where you can empty the dicks with your mouth or your ass….. are you for real?” he asked. “Sorry mate, but this is my first time ever in a big town. I have never ever seen a place like this. This is amazing. I can get filled up here,” Greg’s remarked, his eyes glittering with excitement. “Filled up….” the bartender repeated the words. This kid had no idea. Removing the bowl of condoms was on the counter the bartender recommended “You should not start with the darkroom. Were I you, I would start with the glory holes where you can concentrate on one or two cocks at a moment.” “Glory hole….” Greg said with awe in his voice. "What’s that?” The bartender looked around as if he was searching for the candid camera. He told him to sit and take a drink, he would explain it to him in a second, but before he paused to speak with Greg, the bartender stepped aside and spoke with the barback saying "We have some fresh meat, here. Go find the poz stud and let him know a negative mare is waiting for her fillings." The barback delivered the astonishing message, and promptly several blokes were checking the undamaged merchandise. Greg didn’t know which way to look, but he still wore his pink towel about his hips. The mass of blue bracelets made it clear the room was full of stallions. “Are you still willing to let dicks poz up your mare ass?" the bartender asked. “I 've never had a dick up there. Will it hurt bad…. ? Gregory replied in a whisper. “I will help you with that. Get this towel off then sit down again," the bartender advised, adding "Just slip a little bit back on your stool, so your ass is accessible.” One Greg was in position the bartender announced to the room that he would prep this new recruit for his deflowering, making it crystal clear he would lube this virgin ass for his first of many poz rides. With that he squatted behind the stool. his tongue delicately licking Greg's exquisite cleft. Greg thought he had died and gone to heaven. The bartender was lapping over his opening and pulled his ass cheeks further apart. He pressed his tongue inside this virgin’s ass and tongue-fucked him so hard. He smelt the overwhelming scent and sucked out the innocence of this first-timer. He loved the way the sweet ass tasted, and started use some lube on the twink. He turned back to the other studs and showed them his two sharpened fingernails, which would be quite helpful for the upcoming task. While lubing the guy up he started scratching the intestinal walls. The nice feeling Greg had felt gave way to the pain, while the man behind him tried to scrape and claw the intestinal walls for only one reason. Instead of telling Greg the truth, he explained it would hurt, because it is the first time he was prepared for some serious poz fucking. “Man, I can’t wait to get all your poz dicks up my ass,” Greg announced proudly. "You could use rubbers, of course," a voice called out. You could hear a pin dropping to the ground while the guy who had suggested using a rubber was immediately hustled out into another room. Fortunately Greg was oblivious to the commotion behind his back as he was struggling to endure the pain associated with the bartender's preparations. “I am your mare, but I won’t get pregnant, that’s for sure” Greg shouted out. "The boy's got it damn right," someone groaned. "Yeah, well, he's still gonna get our babies," another man added. A third suggested "Fuck the little brat. Pump him up with premium poz seed." Getting to his feet the bartender explained to Greg "I'm going to help you in the stall. You should concentrate on relaxing your hole so you enjoy getting pozzed," as he gave Greg some additional finger-action. After a couple of minutes of vigorous action he withdrew his fingers, showing his bloody digits to the othr stallions. The boy was already a mess. Then it all happened quite fast. While the barback led Greg into a stall, the stallions crowded into the adjoining stall, all intent of watching Greg take it up the ass. Greg, of course, was extremely excited, and noticed a television screen which showed a gay porn movie. For the first time Greg saw guys actually fuck each other in the ass. The barback, meanwhile, pointed to a hole in the wall of the stall through which the first hard dick was protruding. A thick and long dick which was ready to plumb the cunt into which it was ready to dump its toxic gift. “But I won’t see them this way,” Greg complained. “Believe me honey, most times you don’t want to see them in broad daylight. Besides, the anonymity is a big part of the fun. This way you concentrate on your work, which is draining dicks. It doesn’t matter how cool the guy in the other stall is, you just have to squeeze his dick with your cunt and accept his load. Then the next will deposit his load and so one and so on. This is your job!” the barback explained, adding “If you need more lube tell me. It doesn’t help anyone if you tolerate the pain for only one or two dicks. Your job is to empty the balls of every guy who wants to fuck you, no matter the pain. As a mare you are advised to accept and receive. And it's my job to lube you up whenever you need it. The guys have to wait then until you are ready to get your next poz load. That is all that matters." Gregory nodded, and presented his ass-cunt towards the dick protruding through the hole. The barback helpfully assisted the fuck stick to find its way home into the mare, as slowly, very slowly, Greg received one inch after another, even if he moaned in genuine discomfort. “Oh man…. this fucker is tight…. I can’t….. oh fucking god….. sweet jesus…. I think he pinches my dick off…..” the stallion panted loudly. “Baby….. push a little back. Try to relax and let this guy enter you completely,” the barback recommended, applying a bit more lube on the invading dick. Only half of the nine inches had entered the young one's body, but the barback could readily see the bloody streaks. He had done a great job and was proud of himself. While thinking of that, he decided he would help Gregory a bit more and so he squat in front of the twink and pushed against his hips and finally more inches entered the abused hole. Greg couldn’t help but to express his pain and groaned loudly. On the other side of the wall several guys cheering and even the bartender praised the good job Greg had demonstrated. Greg, of course, believed every word he was told.

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

Hey, I guess the title explains it all. Okay, to summarize, I'm an expert bottom twink, but, I want to be a top. And, to explain this, I'll give a quick backstory about all this. I am 21 years old, twink, 5'10, 145-160 pounds (haven't measured in a bit), and have had sex with over 60 people since my freshman year of college. 99% were men, and 1% was a girl. Most of the men where older guys who I'd sucked off, and rarely did I bottom. But, I always was a cocksucker. The guys I laid with always commented on my oral skills, due to me deep throating all the time, and offer relaxing sensations. Where most men go for a simple orgasm, I go for making someone feeling beautiful and less stressed out. This of course led to a talented tongue, throat and a willingness to bottom at a moment's notice. From wearing frilly underwear, to being a cumdump to a few creepy guys (seriously, one fucking used my throat for over 6 hours), I have learned what guys generally liked and what I liked to add to the mix. While you can say, I'm a good "boi" or whatever, I generally have to say, I am rather displeased by all of this. I never gotten a blow job (or at least on to completion), no one likes touching my dick in general, no one wants to bottom for me, but most importantly, no one helps me get off. There are only 4 people who tried, and I honestly can say only one put actual effort. I've been with "mutuals" and "bottoms," but they all just want to get off, and go to sleep, leaving me there to jerk off alone. So, in other words, I don't know how to orgasm when someone touches me, since I'm used to no one touching me. I just jerk off, and figure that I'm the only one who can pleasure myself.Hell, I only jerk off now, and my dick now only responds to my hand. I always made an effort to have people cum, relax, and be cuddled with and told that they are beautiful (even when I'm not attracted to them, but I still think they deserve a compliment, and I don't believe anyone "ugly," just not my tastes). I always gave a shit, and an effort. But, no one does shit for me. I tried twinks and (fucking no, just, no). I tried couples (they're just people who either want someone to cover up their relationship issues, or just wants the idea of a slave/ owned "boi" - which, ain't gonna happen), I tried rednecks (nope, fuck that, they're usually unsafe and have no idea what sex is (though I will always have boners for redneck dads)). And I tried married guys (I cannot handle the guilt of someone cheating. I cheated in a "relationship" (it was shit), but I felt terrible, and can't imagine being with someone, who willingly puts their partner at risk without telling them. Not to mention, their schedules are always fucked up. Though married guys are my ideal (if they can let me fuck with their wives and themselves at the same time). The only people who put effort into me, are strangely straight guys, and I'd rather not deal with that case of drama, or whatever. So, I want to try something (and someone) else. I've grown out of being strictly a bottom "boi," and now want to be versatile (or just a top). I want to have someone work my cock. I want someone to recognize I have balls. I want someone who's enthusiastic about giving me pleasure. But, also, I want someone who can be human. I don't want a relationship, but, I also don't want a cum rag. That's just disrespectful. I'd like to hang out with someone, joke, share views and just do stuff. Share a hobby or something. But, I do want to make sure that this person does not fall for me (had a guy propose to me after me giving him head.... Let that sink in). Just friends with benefits, but mostly a mutual respect for one another, but we fuck whenever we can. Also, I simply liked to think that I don't need to remind them that I'm gay, and that gay rights are an issue (seriously, why the fuck do older gay men act like gay rights are just "special treatments"?). That being said, I just want a bottom daddy. I always have been attracted to older men. I always adored the facial hair, the musk, the smiles, and carelessness of an older male. However, I really don't need a "parental figure that belittles me for the sake of belittling me." What I want is an older man who I am attracted to (never had sex with someone I was attracted to either) that can teach me how to be a top, be a person to hang out with, and just enjoy pleasuring me and being pleasured. Maybe he likes young cock in his hole, and likes to be sucked off at the same time (learned how to do that); maybe likes to just ride my cock, and have me jerk him off, so he can cum, then goes to suck me off; or maybe wants my ass and my cock. Doesn't matter. And I don't mind being a bottom, I got handcuffs for a reason, y'a know. But, I don't know. I want to have this, but, it seems too ideal. For one, I'm in a shitty place for hook-up's. STD's are everywhere, homosexuality is still seen as a wrong, most older men are in the closet but want to belittle gay rights, and there's a record of stealthing out here (doesn't help that I was raped once, recovered from almost dying from gonorrhea that caused me to have PTSD, and handled HPV that caused me severe depression), so, yeah..... Add in a bit of bad experiences and such, you got yourself a problem. Number two, I'm really busy. I'm a college student who works on project after project (video editor and sound editor), so, I'm all over the place. I'm constantly in a situation that, when the guy I'm hooking up with will mess with me, fuck up meeting up, and such, and I'll be okay with it. But, when I mess up, and communicate, apparently, I'M the "flake." So, that's a thing. And finally, I honestly don't know where to look, nor know if it's the right time. I want to say that I should focus on school (and wait for Trump to be over), first, then go out. But, by then, I honestly think I'd lose interest in hooking up, and would want a boyfriend. I'd want a boyfriend at someone point, but, as times goes, I seem to have a personality that's too independent to have a functioning relationship. So, I don't know what to say. I'd like to "train" as a top before having a boyfriend, but, I don't know. But, with that being said, I really don't know where to look. Grindr, no one gets laid. Growlr is my cup of tea, but, I kinda have a bad history with it also. CL looks tempting, and had a lot of guys I'd fuck, but, seems like they're either married, or looking to have/give anonymous/poz loads. So, here I am. I'm asking what can I do to be a proper top; what to do in order to seize a daddy; know how to be pleasured; and general thoughts. Also, if someone also can tell me how to be more "buff," that'd be great. Hopefully, I'm not asking too much. Thanks!

As my bf is out of town on business I'm taking his his clothes for M.A.L. MAL is a very large leather event and a lot of sex goes on either at the hotel or at the NKP party. I get a cab to take me and our bags up to Penn Station for the train ride to Washington DC. I'm getting down to D.C. early as I have to get things ready for my M/s family. From Union Station I take a cab but it's only a 2 block ride to the host hotel , I need a cab as the bags are a bit much for me. I check in to into the room my bf , brothers and I will staying. I also get the room that our M/s family will be using and made sure the beds & all the other furniture is removed from as tomorrow the truck is coming with the slings, cross & fuck bench. I have some free time so I want to go out to the Vietnam Memorial as I want to see my uncle name on the wall. I need to send pictures and a pencil shadow of it and send it back home to my father. Thursday Will be a big day for me as later I will be doing a conversion. The truck shows up and I help get the equipment up to the room and set it up. Master Tom shows and see how we have the room set up and wants the bathroom set up for a sure shot that he brought. Master Tom tells me I will be his slave for the weekend as he puts a leather collar on me and locks it. Master Tom tells me I should be ready at 9pm. I'm ready as it's not the first time I converted someone. Kneeling on the floor I'm waiting for the knock on the door. Master Tom gets ups opens the door and this big leather daddy walks in with a bag. He walks up to me and physically forces my mouth open and is swabbing the inside of my mouth. He wants to make sure I'm Poz as , so as they are waiting to 20 minutes for the results they are talking about that his boy is something like me. He looks at the test results and smiles and ask Master Tom what my last VL test was 600,000. He grabs the leash to my collar and is dragging me out of the room. All I'm wearing is a jock strap , leather harness and my collar. In the elevator a few see us and I hear someone says nice ass on this boy. Little does he know it's not my ass that will be working tonight. We get to the room and on the bed naked except for a chest harness is this young skinny blue eye blond boy. If is who I'm to convert tonight. So I go over to him but his Master pushed me away as he slaps him and says this will be the one who is going to knock you up. He takes his are and out of know ware comes a rubber band and a syringe and slams this boy good. He hands me 2 pills and says I want your dick hard, now go to it. I go right up to him and give him a kiss and he says to me thank you for this. As I'm kissing him I put my finger in his ass and I'm shock as to how tight his hole is. I ask his owner for lube and owner says just spit as that is all that is needed. The slam this boy received was a big one, so I have him on all fours and what pretty hole that real tight. I have a Prince Albert with a Circular barbell and one of the balls is set up to tear up the inside of a hole. I go down on his hole and tongue his hole. I spit and start to work my PA in and this has to be a virgin hole. His owner gives him poppers and tells him to inhale real deep , then tells me to shove my dick balls deep in and fuck this boy with a body to die for as fast and hard as I can. I have not cum in 3 weeks so when I cum it's a big one and did it feel great. I pull my dick out and with this tight hole and the good work my PA did my dick is covered with pick cum and some dark streaks of blood. The boy is hurting but his Master orders him to clean my dick off. He refuses so out comes a cattle prod and gives his boy a hit. The boy jump and is now willing to clean my dick. After he does this I give him a nice kiss on his cum covered face. We waited a wile before round two and this time his hole was nice and open with the best lube there is as nothing beats cum lube. After I dump another load in the boy his owner gave him another slam. The boy hole is really wreck now as I really cut him up. Round three was about the same but as I was cumming his Master spread my butt checks spit on my hole then climbed on top of me and started to fuck me. His dick is big 9 X 6 witch is nice for me as he fuck me as hard as he can and gives me a nice big load. After he climbs off of me he slaps my ass, WOW nice hole you have nice and a louse hole is made for fucking. He grabs my arm and the syringe is empty as he finds a vain and takes my blood out , then he does it twice more. He then goes to his boy and does not clean his arm and inject all 3 needles of my blood into his boy. On the way back to my room I can feel his cum leaking out of my hole. I hope no one in the elevator notice it. When I get back he tells Master Tom that I was great and hopes they take care of me.

My first ever unprotected sex was the result of a guy using the wrong lube and destroying the condom. No doubt he did that intentionally. It was, for a safe only guy, a terrifying experience. I nearly ran out of his place and went to an ER to get on PEP, just in case. But, that feeling did not leave me. It became a near obsession. I finally arranged for two very safe (guys I knew and trusted) but raw adventures. No doubt there was still some fear, but I could more enjoy the differences between condom and unprotected sex. I had thought those two encounters would end the obsession. In spite of all the fear, I knew I wanted more and I knew that wanted to experience sex with a POZ man as well. Last Saturday, that obsession turned very real as I submitted to a high VL top for unprotected sex. The fear was there, but the enjoyment of the experience was there in counter balance. Now I can say that I have had three men and 4 "risk experiences". It may seem odd to say, but each experience turns out to be more intense and enjoyable than the previous one. Most surprising, by man #3, my fear had nearly totally lifted and I could focus on enjoying the sexual intercourse.

I love to eat another man's cummy hole. It always gets me rock hard and I have to breed it. As a bottom, I love to have MY hole eaten, but it only makes me want more and I'm begging for cock and loads. fuck me, eat me, fuck me, eat me until there's no more cum in anyone's cock... That's my favorite!

tallslenderguy - when will you be in PS? The resorts ARE a lot of fun - CCBC, Canyon Club, All Worlds, Chaps Inn, InnDulge, Helios.... the list goes on and on. Also a lot of fun is Barracks (bar) on Sundays for Beer Bust and on Wednesdays for Underwear night. Have played there late night on Sunday and on underwear night. Nithing like fucking on the patio or the bathrooms with a bunch of horned up guys in their jocks!

Love BBC, hope to be having one this weekend.

Years and years ago driving back to college one night I stopped at a rest stop. There were only a few cars and from what I could tell just one semi further down in the lot. The bathroom door squeaked open as I entered first one and then the next. When I walked in I saw urinals lined up on one wall and directly behind them were a few cubicles. No one was in there so I picked the stall closest to the sinks and waited. A few minutes later a guy walks in and takes the urinal directly in front of me. He was 40's, average build and stood there for a bit then looked over his shoulder and slowly turned his body showing off his hard cock. We were both jacking just watching each other and he walked over to me. I unhooked the door and it swung open and he took a step forward at the same time I leaned in and he pushed his cock into my mouth. I grabbed his balls and rolled them around as he fucked my mouth with short, quick thrusts. The sound of the outside door squeaking had us rushing back to our places, him at the urinal and me in the stall, when an older guy probably in his 60's walked in and took the stall next to mine. Nothing happened for a minute but then the guy at the urinal tucked his cock away and stepped over to the sinks right outside my door. He peaked in the crack of both mine and the older guys stall and then wiped his cock back out and gave me nod and I opened my door and started sucking him again. He grabbed the back of my head and piston fucked his cock in and out of mouth and blasted a nice big load into me. As he left I sat back down and closed the door and when I looked up saw the older guy peaking over the wall. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up and knowing he watched me suck that stranger off made it that much hotter. It was not long before another guy walked in but he went into a stall near the door and I couldn’t see him but soon I heard the door open and he was out peaking in the cracks of the doors. He was a guy closer to my age and he was slow stroking his cock as I opened my door and sucked my second cock of the night deep in my mouth. This guy was a moaner and it didn’t take long until he blasted his load on my tongue and left. A few other guys came and went and then there was a stretch were it was just me and the older guy in there. I got up the nerve to step on the toilet seat and peak over the wall and saw him glance up and when he saw me he leaned back showing me he was stroking what looked to be a really nice cock. He whispered, “do you want it?” and I just nodded my head as he stood up and walked to the urinals. I quickly joined him and reached over and jacked his cock. It was cut and thick and before I realized what was happening he pushed down on my shoulders and I was kneeling in the bathroom of a rest stop in the middle of the night with cock 3 fucking my mouth. He kept saying, “good boy” and “take daddy’s dick” and the whole thing was a major turn on. We heard the door squeak and got back into position as another guy walked up to the urinals next to us. After a minute it was clear he wasn’t there to use the facilities and the older guy stepped back and flashed that big cock of his and the new guy looked at me and then bent over and sucked it. He got on his knees between the older guy and me and alternated sucking us both. He stood up and kissed me until the older guy pushed me back down on my knees and it was me sucking both of them. The older guy was fingering the new guys hole as I sucked them. Soon I could feel the older guys balls tighten up and then he was pumping his thick load into my throat. He soon left and the new guy and I went into the handicapped stall together and kissed and stroked each other until he said “do you fuck” and I nodded my head. He dropped his pants all the way down spit on his hand and pushed it into his ass as I got behind him. I pulled his cheeks apart and lined my cock up to his hole and pushed into him. He was tight but he pushed back as I was pushing in and soon I was buried all the way in him. He had his hands on the wall and his legs spread and was fucking himself on my cock as I pumped into him at the same time. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room as I grabbed his hips and planted my load deep into him. His hole was milking my cock and we both were gasping for breath. I pulled out and he spun around and sucked my cock into his mouth as he stroked his own cock. He was looking up at me and I slow fucked my cock in and out of his mouth. I told him I wanted his load and he stood up as I knelt in front of him and I barely had my lips around the head of his cock when he was shooting into me. In the span of about an hour I had fucked my load into a guy and sucked loads out of four strangers. I had lots of fun at that rest stop until it was closed down.

Hi everyone, I'm visiting London for a few days at the end of February and would love to get my virgin cunt bred for the first time. Are there any guys who'd be up for it? I'm staying with friends in Mile End so can't accom but can definitely travel. I'm swallowed a lot of spunk but have never taken it up my hole before. I'm cock-hungry literally ALL the time lol, I know there's a total cumslut inside me waiting to be unleashed. Pervy guys are a plus. Love dad/son. Can chat on kik, whatsapp, or wickr depending on the conversation haha. Give me a message if interested.

I wonder if you’d feel the same way about prolapsed holes if you ever had sex with one. I have had a great time with a number of them. I do want my men to know about kegel exercises so it is a muscle hole. Men who play with large toys and fists can have incredibly tight holes for they know how to work those muscles. One man I know can be so tight, I have to really work to get in—actually until he ‘allows’ me in by relaxing his clench. Elsewhere you mentioned you love a porn scene where the top jerks off (hand and cock) inside the bottom’s ass. I have done just that with each of the prolapsed men with whom I play. The man with the bigger rosebud knows I love to felch. Once I shoot he waits for me to recover and get on my knees behind him. The rosebud is slowly pushed out—with my cum clinging to it. It’s amazing to lick that clean. It’s an aesthetic you might need to get used to—but well worth it from a top’s point of view.

3. Seth If I thought Thursday had dragged by slowly, Friday was positively glacial by comparison. My lab section seemed years long. Lunch was a century, and my afternoon study group was a millenium. Even though I had fucked Mick earlier in the day, I was still uncontrollably horny. It took all the self-restraint I could muster to not disappear into one of the cruisy restrooms in the library and get off. Finally, endlessly, all of my obligations were over. I raced back to the dorm, cleaned up and showered, and put a few things into a backpack. All I bothered with was the bottle of pills, a toothbrush, and two pairs each of socks, underwear, and t-shirts. From my texts with Jon, I knew I wasn't going to need a lot of clothing for the weekend. I pulled on a jockstrap and a pair of shorts, found a t-shirt, and headed out the door. It was exactly 4:30. As I began the walk to the engineering campus, Jon texted me. "On your way?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. It was a short walk across the quad. Jon's office was in the new computer science building. I hadn't had any need to go there before. I was confused by the unfamiliar layout. But, I re-gained my bearings and found his office a few minutes before 5:00PM. His office door was closed. I stood there for a full minute, too terrified to knock. Going raw had been my most reliable jerk-off fantasy for years. Nothing between me and my partner. No rubbers. No protection. Now it was time to take these fantasies and make them realities and I was hesitant. No, not hesitant. I was terrified. From my encounter with Mick, I knew there was going to be no return to the status quo. Once I had been fucked bareback, rubbers were never going to be an option. After the eon of waiting and hesitating, I finally raised my hand and knocked on the door. It was such a tiny action, no more consequential than a single step. But it was choice. It was the first step on the rest of my life. There was a pause. It was terrifyingly long, but in retrospect, it barely a few seconds. Then, there was a response. "Yeah. Come in," a male voice said. It was masculine but not too deep. I hesitated again, mustered up my courage, and pushed open the door. The office was large and bright; sunlight was streaming through the windows. The man I knew was Jon Corelli was sprawled out on a couch, an iPad in his hand. As I stepped in, he jumped up and smiled. "Seth?" he asked. "Yeah. Jon?" "Yeah." He was staring at me, and suddenly I felt vulnerable. His eyes were a brilliant green and it seemed like I had no more secrets left. Nothing could protect me from him, not even the Truvada now coursing through my blood. "It's great to finally meet you," he continued. "Yeah," I stammered. "It is." He was a little shorter than I expected, his hair cropped closely, and a beard. He was stocky, with a defined body. But he wasn't a gym rat; I could tell he had better things than to spend every hour in the gym. "Come here," he said. I took another step forward. He reached out for my arm, and I let him take it. He pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me. I tilted my head down, and gave him a kiss. His lips were warm against mine. I could feel my cock stirring. I wanted him naked. I wanted to be naked. I wanted to feel his cock inside of me. As we kissed, he grabbed my ass and squeezed it. The kiss was probably only a few seconds, but like the wait for his response, it seemed much longer. "What you expected?" he asked me. My cock throbbing and my ass was twitching. "Better," I said. "You?" "The same," Jon replied. "Wanna go to my place?" he asked. "Get the weekend started?" "Yeah," I said. He grabbed the iPad and packed it away. He put a few more papers in the bag, and then slung it over his shoulder. "I'm parked out back," Jon said. He motioned for me to go out first. He locked the door behind him, and pointed me towards a stairwell. As I walked down the stairs, I could tell he was watching me and examining my every move. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing I was thinking. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his skin against my skin. "How was your day." "Long," I said. "I couldn't wait for this to happen." "Me either." I pushed open the door, back into the brilliant California sunshine. "There," Jon said. "The green one." In front of me was a racing green Jaguar, older than me or Jon. It suited him perfectly: impeccable, without being flashy. He unlocked it and leaned over to open my door. Inside, it was small, and I was suddenly aware of Jon's scent, a bit musky, a bit sweaty. I wanted to bury my face in it, and inhale it. "Let's go." He pulled out into traffic. I wanted him to accelerate, to speed into the dangerous and exciting future. But, unfortunately, Friday rush hour was not co-operating with the symbolism. Instead, we inched onto a slow-moving freeway as we headed towards downtown. "Can I ask a question?" "Go ahead," Jon said. "Anything you want." "How do you get it. You know." "HIV?" Jon asked. He pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. It was harder to read him, without seeing his eyes. "Yeah." "Well," he said. He smiled "When a poz daddy and a neg son love each other very much, the poz daddy puts his raw cock into the neg son." "No, I know how that works," I cut him off. "Be serious. I meant you. How did you get it?" "JP did it. We didn't have prep then. There weren't many options for us, if we wanted to be fluid bonded." "When did you two start? Barebacking, I mean." "The first time, actually." He sighed for a moment. "He asked if he could put it in. Just for a second." "And you let him?" "Yeah. He said he would pull out." The traffic had eased up, and Jon smoothly accelerated. "In the heat, it was hard for me to say no to him. It still is hard for me to say no to him." "And? Did he?" "He did. He came on my stomach that first night." "The next time?" "I asked him to cum in me." "Were you scared?" "Of course. I was in love. That's even more terrifying than HIV." He was quiet, as we sped past an exit. "By the end of the first week, I knew I wouldn't ever use a condom again. From there, it was inevitable." Another pause, another mile towards his home. "I was poz by the end of the month." "Would you still do it? I mean, now that there is PrEP." Another silent mile, but it was not uncomfortable. He was thinking; choosing his words carefully. I stared out the window. "Yeah," Jon finally said. "I would. To be pregnant with JP's seed. To always carry a bit of his love for me. I would." Now it was my turn to be silent. My blood was filled with a drug that would keep me safe from men like Jon and JP. It would keep me alive. But would it let me really live? It would be another barrier, more invisible than a condom, but a barrier none the less. I'd never get to experience the bond they had, never get to live life to the fullest. For the first time, I began to have doubts about my choice to protect myself. Finally, I spoke. "How does it feel? To be poz?" "Like a loaded gun between my legs. And I get to share it." He pulled off the freeway, onto a busy street. "But other times it's scary. I can kill you by having sex." "But it's safe now. You're on TasP. I'm taking PrEP." "Yeah," he said. "It is." I shifted. My cock was hard, and I tried to adjust myself as discreetly as possible. "You turned on?" he asked me. "Yeah," I said, trying not to blush. "Thinking about your cock inside me." "Me too," he said. He reached down and undid his jeans. He pulled out his cock. It was even harder than mine was. "Feel it," he said. I paused for a moment, suddenly aware of all the cars around us, and how easy it would be for someone to see us. Jon noticed me hesitating. "Have you ever touched a poz cock before?" "No, not yet," I said. I was staring at his erect shaft. "Go ahead," Jon said. Then, softer, "Are you worried?" "No," I answered. I felt the drug starting to suffuse my body, building a suit of armor around me. "It's just..." I trailed off. "Just?" "So beautiful." Jon took one hand from the steering wheel and took my hand. He guided me to his dick. I wrapped my fingers around it. The skin was soft and warm, surrounding an iron core. It felt like a man should feel, solid and firm, but tender and caring. I caressed it, and found there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I ran my finger over it. It was wet and slippery. "Is it?" I asked. "Dangerous, I mean." "No. I'm on meds. There is barely any virus in my semen, much less in my pre-cum. You could taste it even without PrEP." I ran my finger over his piss slit once more, feeling as a bit more dribbled out. Not that I needed it, but he had given me the permission I needed. I let go of his dick, and brought my finger tips to my lips. I licked them clean. "How does it taste?" "Like a man should. Salty. Musky." He laughed. "You'll get plenty more of it this weekend. Now. I showed you mine. You show me yours." "Here? In traffic? What if someone sees?" "Then they will see a hot young man, showing off his hard cock. And maybe learn to mind their own business." I fumbled with my shorts. I had been hard from the moment I knocked on Jon's office door, and it was not easy to untangle the layers of fabric to get to my erection. Jon was taking quick glances, staring as long as he felt safe as he drove along the crowded street. Finally, I freed my cock, and it stood up straight, saluting the man I had jerked off to so many times. "Damn," he said. "It's bigger in person." "You think?" I saw it every day, and it seemed painfully average to me. Jon reached across and grabbed it. His hand was warm. He seemed to know exactly how to touch me, and for moment, I thought I was going to cum. "It's perfect. We are going to have fun with it." He brushed his fingertips against my cockhead, getting a bit of my precum. I watched as he licked it off, wanting his lips against mine, wanting his mouth on my cock, and if, just maybe, feeling his tongue flick against my asshole. Jon had told me how much he loved rimming, and was surprised no one had ever done it to me before. "Damn," he said. "Now I'm really hungry." He licked his finger again. "Fuck," he muttered as he downshifted in anticipation of a red light ahead of us. "I wanna be naked in bed with you now." "I know," I said. As we pulled to a stop, I reached out and grabbed his cock again. "I want this inside me." "Me too. Nothing between us." "Skin on skin." We were reaching downtown, and the buildings were getting higher and higher around us, as the traffic got worse. At the next stop light, a bus pulled up beside me. He smiled at me, and grabbed my cock again. "They are jealous," he said. I glanced up, trying not to blush. But the riders were in their own world, oblivious to the sexually charged atmosphere right next to them. "How much further?" "Almost there," he said. He let go of my dick, and forced his cock back into his jeans. "They might not have noticed, but the guard at the parking garage will notice." I followed his lead, struggling to get my shaft into my shorts. I managed to zip up just as he pulled into a driveway and we descended into the depths of a tall, mirrored skyscraper. "Good evening," he said, flashing a pass card at a guard. The gate raised, and he drove into the garage. He quickly found his spot, and we grabbed our bags before heading to the elevator. In the elevator, he swiped his passcard again, and pressed 54 on the pad. As the doors closed, he pushed me up against the wall and pressed his body against mine. His lips met mine and we kissed. It was electric, getting so close to what we had talked about for so long. The elevator's rapid acceleration pressed us closer together as our tongues probed each other's mouths. "I've been wanting that the entire drive home," Jon said. "Me too." The elevator's ascent slowed, and the doors opened. I was expecting a hallway, but when I saw the stand of shoes and a table with a stack of mail, I realized that we were already in his apartment. He must have noticed my surprise. "I did very well in a start-up. And Jean-Paul is a corporate lawyer." Then, more loudly, "we're home," "In the kitchen," a deep, male voice replied. I was suddenly nervous. I knew that the weekend was going to be all of us, Jon, Jean-Paul, cal, and myself. But I only knew Jon. "Jean-Paul," Jon said, "Cal is going to be home later." He dropped his bag, and kicked off his shoes. "We can get it later," he said, motioning me to leave my bag and shoes with his. I did so, and followed him towards the kitchen. It was large, with modern, stainless steel appliances and granite counters. It looked like a photo from a magazine. In the middle, leaning against a counter was Jean-Paul. He was a little taller than me, maybe 6'2", with an angular face, and salt and pepper hair with a goatee. He was shirtless, his broad and muscular chest covered in the same dark hair flecked with grey. I followed it down across a flat stomach, and it disappeared into a pair of sweats. I thought I could see the outline of his cock behind the dark red fabric. "Hey," Jon said. He stood on his toes and kissed JP. "This is Seth," he said. He turned to me. "This is my husband, Jean-Paul." "Please, call me JP," he said as he straightened up. He put something down on the counter; it was a pipe. The bowl was stuffed full of dark green weed. I held out my hand, and he laughed, grabbing me and pulling me close. "I've heard so much about you," he said, his breath hot against my skin. "And you're even better in person." He pressed his body against mine, and I could feel his thick cock press against my thigh. When he released his muscular arms from around me, he stepped back. "So," he said. "Are we what you expected?" "Hell yeah," I said. I hoped I didn't sound too eager. "Great," Jon said. "Want to get comfortable?" "You want?" JP asked, holding out the pipe and a lighter. "I mean, if you do." "Yeah, of course," I said. I took them and did a hit. "Beer?" Jon asked. "Yeah," JP said, "you?" I nodded, my lungs still full of the acrid smoke. Jon disappeared out one of the doors, leaving the two of us alone. "You?" I asked, exhaling a thick cloud. "Yeah," JP said. He took the pipe from me and did a hit. He pulled me back, and pressed his mouth against mine. He shot gunned it into my lungs. "You sure you're OK?" "Yeah," I said. "You're hot. Really hot." "So are you," he said. "This is going to be fun." He reached under my shirt and ran his hands over my smooth chest. "Not hairy like you," I said. "Sorry." "No. It's good." His hands found my nipples, and I fell silent as bolts of pleasure radiated out. "Starting without me?" Jon asked. I turned, and as I did, JP expertly pulled off my shirt. Jon was standing in the door, holding three cold beers in his hands. "You are welcome to join, but you're over dressed," JP said. Jon handed me a beer, then one to JP. He put his down on the counter, and stepped back. JP's arm was still wrapped around me, holding me close to his warm body. We watched as Jon pulled off his shirt, exposing his hairy chest. He undid his jeans, and let them drop to the floor. He was wearing a pair of dark blue underwear, his cock straining against the fabric. As he stepped towards me, he pushed down his underwear. His cock sprang free, sticking up and out. Even though I had played with it on the drive here, I couldn't help but stare at it again. I had dreamt of this cock nearly every night and jerked off thinking about it nearly every morning, and now all those dreams and fantasies were going to come true. "Now, who's overdressed?" Jon asked. "I think it's you," JP said. His breath hit my ear, and sent chills down my torso, landing right at my cock. It throbbed, wanting release from the clothes I was wearing and the load that was building up in my balls. JP let his hands drop down to my shorts and quickly unfastened the button and zipper. They fell to my ankles, leaving me in only the jockstrap. "That's nice," JP continued. "Easy access, huh?" "Now you're the odd one out," Jon said. "You think?" JP replied. He momentarily released me from his embrace and pushed me ever so slightly away from him. It was just enough for him to push down his sweat pants. Unlike me or Jon, he was wasn't wearing any underwear, and his cock sprang free. He stepped out of his sweats and kicked them to one side, before pulling me back against him. His skin was warm, and his touch calmed me down, but also drove me crazy. "Oh fuck," I moaned as JP slid his erect cock between my ass cheeks. I could feel the tip of his dick press against my hole, but before anything happened, JP adjusted his position and let his cock just nestle in my crack. "That feels good," I said. "I'm sure it does," Jon said. He was now just inches from me. He was close enough that I could feel the heat coming off of him, but was just far enough that not a single part of our bodies were touching. I wanted to feel him pressed against me. More than just that, I wanted to feel his dick inside of me. "Only one more piece of clothing to lose," he said. He reached out and grabbed my jockstrap, pulling it free of my engorged shaft and forcing it down. It fell to my ankles as well. I stepped out of my shorts and jock, and the three of us stood naked. Jon pressed his body against mine, and forced his tongue into my mouth. I was surprised at the action but was more than happy to let him enter me. His tongue probed my mouth and I knew this was just the first step in Jon's domination of my body. "Taste good?" JP asked. "Oh yeah. Sweet. Young. Innocent." On that last word, I thought JP's cock twitched. But it could have just been my imagination. Jon forced his body against me and his erect cock pressed against my shaft. With a man in front of me and behind me, I felt a bit vulnerable. If they wanted to do anything, there was no way I would be able to fight the two of them off. But I trusted them; we had talked many times through what I wanted, what Jon wanted, and what JP wanted. Our desires were completely compatible. Suddenly, Jon pulled his tongue out of my mouth, and stepped back. His cock was now resting on mine, both of them hard and aroused. "Skin on skin," Jon said. "Just the way you wanted it, no?" "Well. Yeah, I guess." It was a nice start, but I had imagined a lot more than just a bit of rubbing bodies against each other. I had done that in middle school and I was ready for something far more intense. "Yeah?" Jon asked. He reached down and wrapped his hands around both of our cocks. "That's what I want. Nothing between us." I stared at him, terrified that this would be all that I would get. "Isn't that what you want?" I nodded. I was trying not to get scared; I had built this weekend up in my mind, and it was rapidly turning into something totally different from what I had imagined. Jon continued. "You like that? This is how it's supposed to be. Skin against skin." I decided to go for broke. "Yeah. Now all you have to do is fuck me." "Is that what you want?" I nodded. Of course that was what I wanted. "Let's do it." Jon turned to JP, and focused on him. "Where did we put the condoms?" "The trash can?" JP replied, arching an eye brow. "Don't tease the boy. He's probably been looking forward to finally going raw for what?" JP turned to me. He scanned his brown eyes up and down my body. I felt so much more naked than I did just a few moments earlier. "For a few years, I think." I blushed. He had barely known me for five minutes, and he had managed to get at some of my deepest secrets. "You're right," Jon said, an air of amused detachment. "Don't worry, Seth," he said, returning his attention to me. "Only latex in this house is fetish wear." "We should put him in some," JP said. "Smooth, hairless, muscular boy like Seth?" He smiled, and I glanced down. His cock was obviously more erect than earlier. "So fucking hot." "I know what you like," Jon replied. He was stroking his own cock now. It was a thick, stiff, erect shaft and as he stood there, I could tell he was thinking about sliding it into my hole. More than just fucking me, he wanted to slide it in raw. He wanted to bareback me, and breed my hole. A week ago, it would have been the most scary thought ever. But now, it was a major turn-on. I didn't have to worry about the deadly virus that Jon and JP shared. All I had to focus on was the pleasure. "I think," Jon continued. My attention snapped back to the immediate reality, and away from the fantasy I had been spinning for myself. But, the immediate reality wasn't all that different from my fantasy: I was naked, surrounded by hot, horny men, eager to fuck me raw and breed my innocent hole. Not only were they going to be breeding me, their sperm was loaded with a deadly virus. But, I didn't have to worry. There was a small blue pill. Once a day, and it would protect me. "I think there's one more tease that Seth needs to experience." "Oh yeah. That he does," JP said. "You ever been rimmed?" Jon asked me. "Rimmed?" I asked. I had heard about it, but to my embarrassment, I still didn't know what the word actually meant. I had been too scared to look it up online. "We have our answer," JP said. "Right on," Jon said. I wasn't sure if it was to me or to JP. "Get up on the counter," he said.

13, because I got my first load in my ass when I was 13 and I fully understood (and enjoyed) what was happening.

I sucked my first cock at 15.

paul and i are side by side propped up with pillows and headboard and Brandon hops onto the bed and slides himself up towards me on his knees - he,s got that huge smile again.....his finger finds my hole and he is definitely booty bumping me as i feel the burning immediately - i love that feeling - and he is rubbing around inside my hole which feels wider after Paul trying to fist me and all i want is fucked again......Brandon takes my ankles - slides me down bed sligtly and with one swift motion my feet are each side of my head as my legs are pushed right back behind me.........Brandon has lined his cock head up with my hole and he pushes it hard right into me without hesitation - i absolutely love it pushed all the way like that - "please fuck me hard" i blurt out and he does.......im very much flying at this point and all i can feel is pure pleasure as Brandon fucks me inside out with as much force as he can and im begging "fuck me harder" and "fill me with spunk".......its all very beautiful and im sure the neighbors are enjoying it as much as i am but Paul reminds me "shhhhhh dude" but its easier said than done when your ass is loving all this attention........Brandon fucks me non stop like this for at least 5 minutes - my arse is in heaven......then we all are startled when the security entry buzzer sounded.........."fucking Becky" i said and Brandon keeps fucking me but faster and harder........then the buzzer goes again as she is getting impatient but Brandon keeps fucking hard like he never heard it then without much warning i feel him stiffen,contort his face and let out the beautiful moans as he started unloading squirting his spunk deep inside me....."fucking slut" he said followed by "take my fucking load" and he is sliding in and out still pushing as deep as he can then the buzzer sounds again..........Paul jumps up but Brandon says "dont answer it - i will"......you two have to pretend you are sleeping.......Brandon pulls out of me and hops off bed and pulls his dressing gown on and heads out the room.......Paul jumps under the duvet motioning for me to join him and he puts the lights out so we are in total darkness......im rushing,breathing fast as is my heart beating out my chest like a drum but Paul pulls me into him and we lay there kissing......we are aware of the flat exterior door opening as we hear Becky.....Paul just says "shhhhhhhhh" to me in the dark to let me know to stay quiet so he can hear whats going on as he kisses me more. Then the flat door closes and Brandon must have let her into the flat as there are still voices........they must have gone into the living-room and Beckys turned hysterical and shouting loudly "where is that fucking slut" followed by "i know she is here - dont lie to me" and Brandons mumbling lower voice trying to calm her down is undecipherable ........ meanwhile Paul is still kissing me and its getting real wet so i take his hand and guide him down towards my cock before i then realize i have no cock so i raise one leg up slightly and allow his hand and fingers find my hole as i really want him to play with my arse as it feeling greedy......He is fingering me now,my minds flying and arse on fire and im making movements as if to say - another finger _ and Paul instinctively knows as i feel him enter a second finger and he,s hard as i can feel his cock growing against me ,so i push my arse down harder and he pushes his fingers deeper then says "stay quiet but turn around" so i do ........my holes feeling very wet and horny.....weve assumed a spooning position and Pauls arm comes around me pulling me closer to him and i feel his cock slide into my freshly fucked spunky hole.......so i push my ass back harder towards him and he pushes his thick cock deeper and hits base all the way inside me - holy fuck - he,s big.........i manage to stay quiet but want to scream the house down as it feels so fucking nice..........Brandon is inside me making gentle movements and hes kissing my neck and ears and i can hear him breathing........ "please fuck me baby" i said quietly and he started gently sliding almost all the way out of me and a deep stroke all the way back inside "i love you" is all i could say as he continues fucking me in and out and my holes opened right up,soaking with spunk getting used as the cum lube makes it easier sliding inside and my holes now making these sloppy farty sounds which i love........we are still aware of Becky and Brandon speaking and Becky crying in outburst before calming down again or her voice raised now and again..........Paul and i are loving this moment in the dark - i want fucked really hard but we cant - Paul wants to fuck me hard too but cant........."i have a gift for you baby" he said and i quietly laughed out thinking of unwrapping a christmas gift but nothing could make me happier than i feel right now getting fucked.........."im going to cum baby" he said and he started to empty his balls inside me and us both making gentle moans - it was so nice having him pull me closer into him while im impaled deep on his cock as its exploding inside me.....i can feel him squirting inside me "please fill me up baby" i said and we are lying there still,sweaty and breathing heavy as im still full of cock and that smell of spunk wafting up from under the duvet from my arse which i love.....i can feel Paul relax as his breathing slows down but my minds still flying and my arse too and Paul stays inside me slowly getting soft until it plops out.....he kisses my neck and says "thankyou baby" and i say "thankyou - thankyou for my gift" followed by "i love you".....we just lay there hearing voices but not making out a word of what is said. we assume Brandon is now getting Becky out the living-room as she is heard to say "you dont want me here as that fucking slut is in your room" but Paul says "im alone" and "Paul and Adam are asleep" and we hear the door unlock as Becky says "i dont want to go home" but Brandon must be edging her closer to the door to get her out and we hear him say "call me another day but you have to go home and besides Adam will see you tomorrow" - then the door closes and the whole flat is now silent............"thank fuck" i say to Paul and he laughs.

This chapter is dedicated to a very hot lad on here ... you know who you are CHAPTER 7: The Sex Party - Part 2 As Mark fucks me, I can feel my sweat, I feel it in my pits and I feel it in the small of my back. One of the best parts of this experience, though, is that I can also smell most of the other guys in the room – man smells make crazy. Besides that there’s this wondrous sensation of a bare cock sliding back and forth, scraping across my anal ring, like a dull hacksaw being dragged across hot butter. Even with the shadowy lighting my senses are on overload. There are sites available to me, the shadows, the men, the smells and sounds of fucking. Seeing Mike getting bred and then ultimately taking poz cock myself, I feel as though all of my rational thoughts are gone and I’m being completely satiated now by my inner pig. At this point – I almost can’t believe what’s happening with my hormones – I’m eagerly pushing back on Mark’s cock in an attempt to show him how much I want my ass full of his poz cum. My dick is aching in this fucking evil cock cage. I will say this though, it’s making me focus more and more on my ass than my cock; it’s making me feel like a true bottom pig. I remember Chris telling me, “True bottom pigs always end up poz”, but the irony that some cheap, plastic sex toy might be the end of me, much faster than any strain of HIV, is not lost on me right now. “Uhhhhhh… uhhhhh… fuck that’s good”, he groans as he’s fucking me. My raging hormones and need for sperm are the only things in charge right now, "I WANT YOUR POZ CUM MARK! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! Ohhhhhhhh….", he pauses for only a moment, “Turn over”. He pulls out and I flip over, legs up, and he’s right back at it, “Wanna see your face … when I cum”. Mark picks up his pace, banging me harder, “Fuck yea… oh fuck, oh fuck … gonna breed that ass … fuck, you feel so fucking good”. “Give me that fucking poz load Mark … breed me deep, … give it to me”, that almost sends him over the cliff, and the pounding of my hole becomes fast and furious. "You’re so fucking hot and twisted, I fucking love it when bottoms beg me for my poz load. Love that you wanna take it ... you’re about to get it sexy”. "Fuck yeah! FUCK! Ahhhhhh… ahhhhh…. Oh yeah! Poz my hole Mark! POZ MY FUCKING HOLE!", I’m nearly shouting, I kinda hope Mike hears me. He lunges forward viciously, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…….. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..”, and his raw cock starts to spasm, “OH Fuck! FUCK! … take my poz load”, “FUCK YEA!”; Mark is holding me tight and I know he’s squirting poz cum deep in my ass the same way Chris does. I want him to see that I acquiesced about my decision to take poz loads; I reach around to his ass and try to pull him in deeper as that weapon of his is unloading. “So fucking hot Mark”, I kiss him, I need him to know how much I need that seed in me. He removes his tongue from my mouth, “Fuck yea it was”, and then just as quickly he stands back, and my ass is empty except for the first poz load of the night. I don’t want to move, but I’m curious, so I do a quick half twist to check in on Mike and Jacob. The tops fucking Mike and Jacob are both in a rhythm, piston fucking them … I know it won’t be long before they each of them gets another positive load. It seems like only a few seconds go by when I feel hands on my ass and turn back around … it’s the hot top guy from BBRT I want. “I’m Trevor”, he’s says in an unassuming English accent, I melt. He feels me up and moves my legs so he can lap at Mark’s cum in my hole. He’s young and slim and looks so hot down there servicing me. This goes on for a while with me bending up and feeling his head, the sides of his face, his glasses. His tongue feels so good sliding and lapping at my hole, but it’s making my cock red and angry and it “FUCKING HURTS!” I try to relax my cock and focus entirely on the sensations in my ass. Trevor stops for a moment and climbs up on top of me, face-to-face, “Gonna breed you poz mate”, as he’s saying this I can feel his precum and the cold metal of his cock piercing rubbing against my balls and in the crack of my ass. We get a good look at each other, he’s 30, slim, dark brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. With him lying on top of me I can’t see his cock, but I remember from the profile that hot, uncut, 4mm pierced cock swinging between his legs, “I want it”. That’s when I hear the sounds of another top unloading and I can’t help but wonder if it’s Mike or Jacob getting the load. Mark returns and comes around to my side of the bed, he bends down and he’s close enough so he can speak softly in my ear, “Your bud over there is so hot, he’s taking poz loads like a champ, … he might leave here infected”, I have to ask, “How you got it right?” He nods and continues, “First guy that fucked him, been poz ‘bout 5 years or so now”, “Fuck”, “And Jacob took the host’s cum, he’s resistant to Truvada, pretty sure that’s who tagged me”. I’m not sure what all that means but between Mark’s words, and the cute guy lying on top of me, a steady flow of precum is draining from my soft cock. I feel like such a cum slut and I know I need another poz load inside me. I look over and a 3rd top is taking his place behind Mike’s ass and begins working his cock into him. “Ahhhh… ahhhhh… ahhhhh’ … I hear Mike moaning, maybe he’s a little sore after those first two guys worked him over. Top #2 fucking Jacob is groaning I know he’s gotta be close. I move my head to try and kiss my sexy new top friend, but he moves his head towards me, “Which one’s your mate?”, “One on the left”, “Nice”. Then he finally kisses me, “Let’s move, I wanna breed you in front of him”, “He’s gotta blindfold on”, “Doesn’t matter … c’mon”. He helps me up and we walk around the fuck benches to one of the other beds. The room is dimly lit but as we’re walking I can see Steven and then Alec, both of them being fucked. As we pass Mike the top fucking Jacob begins to groan, “Ahhhhhhhh…. Ahhhhhhhh… oh FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUCK!”, and I know he’s adding a load of unmedicated poz cum to what the host already dumped in there. I think, “Oh fuck … Jacob and I both got a load that’s resistant to Truvada – bet he doesn’t even know”. “FUCK YEA! FUCK! POZ MY ASS!”, Jacob is begging for that second load. I guess both of them fully expect to be infected when it’s all said and done. “FUCKKKKKK!!! OWWWWW! FUCK!”, I see a 3rd top, big hairy chest, with a decent sized, thick cock and a beard line up and slam right into Jacob’s ass. The top fucking Mike is giving him nice even consistent strokes. Now that I can see his chest I notice a red biohazard tattoo around his left nipple, and that ominous glowing red band on his wrist. In front of both of each of them, on the floor, are 2 glowing red bands; seems the tops are shedding them after dropping their load. I wonder what Mark did with his? I do a quick check and sure enough Trevor’s wrist is glowing red – every top must be poz. He guides me to the bed and positions me on all fours, not quite face-to-face, but nearly facing Mike. I know Mike can’t see me, but I also know, he’s going to hear every dirty, filthy, fucking thing that comes out of my mouth as Trevor makes good on his promise to poz my ass. I feel hands, then lube then bare cock, his piercing is kind of cold but he pushes firmly and that uncut English cock slides through my ring and disappears into me; I feel the warmth again. He pushes himself in further and now I really feel him, I’ve never had a pierced cock inside me, “OH fuck … I love this”, bubbles out of me. I see Mike’s head move a bit like he hears me, but I’m not sure if it’s from my words or the top guy banging his ass. That’s when I feel Trevor’s sac touching my ass and he leans down, “Not on meds either mate, hope you’re gettin’ what you want”, “OH FUCK!”, escapes me combined with a moan. “Beg for my poz load mate … beg for it”, I feel him holding steady, waiting to hear my affirmation. I squeeze my ass muscles on his cock to signal my intentions, “Yes … FUCK YES! Breed me! FUCK ME!”, I hear a soft “Fuck yea” from him. I slowly rock my hips back and forth getting his engorged cock moving out to the tip before pushing all the way back so he’s completely buried in me, then back again. “Want that poz cum, Trev”, that turns him on and he slams his cock down on that instroke, “oh goooood …. Ahhhhhh … ahhhhhh”, I moan under my breath. I think Mike realizes it’s me this time though, because suddenly he’s more verbal, “Give me that poz load man … fuck me full, poz my ass”, over and over again. It’s so dirty and fucked up but it’s turning me on, “Owwwww… owwwwww… fuck that hurts!!”, and I see an almost evil grin take over Mike’s face. I blurt out, “Oh fuck yeah … give me that poz load Trev!”, Mike responds, “Yeah … FUCK YEA! FUCK YES! SO HOT! TAKING POZ LOADS!” Now I know he knows it’s me. He pushes harder against me, leaning over my back, I feel his sweat on my back, “Ready for that poz load?”, “Yeah … yeah”, “Ready for that poz load?”, he asks again. Instead of waiting for my answer, he just leans back up, and at this point he starts rabbit fucking me. He’s pressing down on my ass, going in and out in fast, quick strokes, the kind that will cause almost any top to lose his load. “He’s unmedicated”, I think, he must want to see me poz, “Fucking give it to me Trev … Give me that poz load!”. “FUCK YEA!”, I can hear Mike as if he’s speaking directly to me. Pre-cum is boiling out of me and going all over the place. Trevor is fucking me solid, I might not be hard, but I’m making a huge mess on this bed. "Oh yea, fuck me!" I moan, as his hard cock pushes and pulls from the quick jabs against my ass lips. Between those fast jabs he’s giving me, and a few solid thrusts mixed in, I can really feel his piercing. Right now he’s so far up my ass I think I might end up tasting his load when that thing goes off. His heavy balls smack again and again against my ass cheeks with a wet “(smack)” from each thrust. I don’t know how long it’s been since that gun last unloaded, but his nuts feel wet and heavy. His fucking is so intent; I have no doubt you can see it on his face, as if he’s concentrating on his performance. All I can do is pant and try to breathe, as he fucks that hot English cock into me. I feel his cock begin to swell even larger, as his balls work hard to fill me with large squirts of his deadly white, male seed. I know it’s insane, but I want this so bad, “POZ ME! Breed my ass Trev!”. “OHHHHHH … OHHH FUCK ... I’m close … ‘bout to cum … ‘bout to cum”, he says as his cock starts spewing his toxic load into me. I instantly feel the warmth of his poz swimmers painting the inside of my ass, as he fills me with an unmedicated poz spunk; my second unmedicated load ever. "OH FUCK YEA!!! FUCK!!!", he nearly screams as he dumps his load in me. I keep grinding my hips into him, wanting that cock to fill every inch of me with his bug, even when his hips stopped gyrating, and his cock seems spent. I love the feeling of his massive cock just resting there inside me. He leans down and lays nearly on top of me again, “So hot mate … you got my unmedicated load now”, and I know Mike can hear him saying this by the look on his face. I feel like everyone is watching us have our little moment, but I know everyone is actually busy fucking or being fucked; I’m pretty sure Mike knows what just happened, though. When Trevor slides out of me, I think, “I hope he fucked Mark’s cum in deep”, the words, “SO hot”, coming out of my mouth. “Fuck yea mate… love that hot ass”, his accent driving me wild every time he speaks. He moves around to the front of the bed, “Looks like you earned another one”, showing me his red wrist band as he walks off. I look over and two different men are fucking Mike and Jacob. I didn’t think Trevor fucked me for that long, but there are now 5 wrist bands in front of Mike and 4 in front of Jacob. I’m not sure how I missed all the action, but these guys have obviously been busy.

I'd set it to muscle.. fuck age

I'm pretty much only into daddies

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

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

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

I looked around me n saw a sea of moaning, sucking n fucking men, some yeah fuck mes n skin smacking against skin. I was then helped up on jello legs, held up, gave a bottle of water that I downed n I was told that I had passed out on about the 5th dick shot its load in both ends. I was weak, dripping cum n my mouth tasted like ass n cum. I was led to the couch n told to take it easy for a few n Erik, Jon ntaylor sat w me layed across the 3 of them. I watched the screen as the camera man showed men sucking n fucking n moaning as close ups of asses being fucked n loads spewing all over really got me going again. They noticed I was getting turned back on, I felt their hands on my body again, their dicks pressed against me, I moaned as Erik started playing w my dick, Taylor had another syringe pressed to my hole as I pushed my hole onto it knowing what was cumming . Damn Neal I had no idea u liked the cock muchlesspnpedd, or I would invited u over n we would have had u over n partied on this ass then. I said, I would've too if I knew this made me want dick so bad, my shyness disappears n this cock crazed fag appears n my fantasy's take over. I'm so spun I'd take on any dick, IDC as long as it fucks me n feeds me cum. The new booty bump was mixed really strong n I was told it was time for round 2. It hit me like a freight train, the 3 guys I've known the longest wanted to do me next. We were on the floor, sucking each other n feeding off the Tina n years of wanting each other. They then turned their attention to me as I worked on their dicks. Yeah we're going to make that sloppy hole even sloppier n craving even more cock. Taylor started licking my hole, getting as much cum out of me as he could, then came up to me n shared a mouthful of cum w me in a deep kiss. I took it all, sucking his tongue. He then put my legs on his shoulders teased my charged up hole, he said, now my turn to breed that ass I saw strutting around at work. I looked at him n said y u think I was moving it. I wanted y'all to take the hint n fuck me. Taylor's dick was 9", good thing I had been stretched n lubed by cum cuz nothing was gonna stop that dick from plowing me cuz we both wanted it. I told him to shove it all the way in n wait, I felt him push against my hole n all the way to the balls in me

Part 2 We got to their house, followed by 3 more carloads of guys. It seems you've gained a following, our parties are real popular but there's more than usual. We went inside n down to the basement, there were slings, a huge big screen TV w a bunch of pillows on the floor. We got higher, I was spun majorly as the room filled up w guys. Taylor put in a DVD n the newsman was replaced w a mass of naked men sucking n fucking n moaning. My eyes were glued to the screen when I felt my clothes being stripped n hands on my body. Taylor n Jon were all over me, I was being groped by everybody, booty bumps shoved in my ass n I was about to lose control. Taylor whispered, ur ass is ours, we all want a piece of u.

My fantasy is that I'm hitchhiking and a guy picks me up and offers a place to sleep and shower. We pull in and he invited me in. As soon as the door closes, he pushes me down, rips my clothes off and handcuffs me to a something. He then starts calling guys in front of me and inviting them to fuck me. Several guys (10+) show up and uses me until I pass out and keep fucking me. When I wake up, I'm tied up in a basement and spend the next several days getting fucked and used any way the guy/guys want.

I would have voted none but even though I started very early I was 9. I was ready for it and was with a man that taught me how to have sex with older men and took over two years with dildos and plugs training my ass. I think a good average would be 12. At 12 I absolutely knew what I wanted and really genuinely enjoyed it too. Any earlier and a top could significantly damage a boy under 12 if he doesn't train him gently first.

I find the term "clean" to be insulting and shortsighted.

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Always drop my pants and underwear but usually like leaving my tshirt on i like getting sweaty and smelling of sex when i get home as a little reminder

My first cock ever was a dog cock! I'm not allowed to tell you how old I was due to board rules... let's just say, count the fingers on both hands... Loved it then and I loved it since. I even starred in a dog sex film when I was 18 and traveling in Europe. There's so much to like about getting fucked by a dog... the cock size, the knot locked in your ass... the 2 cups of cum they squirt, for TEN MINUTES STRAIGHT... woof!

The patient was young, smooth, and high on pain meds. He had surgery to repair a hernia. The dressing was in his groin and when I was assessing after surgery I saw he had a nice thick cock that stretched across his hip. When I felt his balls he sucked in a quick breath and when I picked up his cock and moved it around he moaned so soft and sweetly. I gave that cock a gentle squeeze and played with his balls some more and he got hard though he did not get much longer. I caught up on charting as he was waking up and noticed his hands had gone under the covers and were slowly moving. I glanced at his face and his eyes were closed so I pulled the covers back and his gown up and watched him slow jack that cock for awhile. After he woke up a bit more I asked him who came with him to the hospital and he said “his dads”. I asked again and he said his dad and his bf brought him. When it was time to get him ready for discharge real dad had gone to the cafeteria but the bf came back to the room. I told him everything went well and told him I was going to show him how to care for his dressing and check his progress. I once again pulled the covers down and the patient’s gown up and there was that big cock stretched across his hip. The bf said “well he is definitely his dad’s son with that big cock”. I reached over rolled his balls around and squeezed his cock and the patient was hard again quick. I showed the bf what to do and then had him demonstrate back to me. He looked at me and quickly reached out and got a handful of cock and balls. The patient opened his eyes and said, “Whoa dad that feels so good”. I just smiled. The precum was flowing but we waited some until his dad came in and after telling him what I had told the other dad I showed him how to check his son and when his hard cock came into view I said we have established he gets this big cock from you which made everyone laugh. Then I had him demonstrate for me. Watching him touching his sons cock and balls was so hot. The patient was still high from the pain meds and then I had the dads alternate back and forth demonstrating and I occasionally got my hands back on the patient a few times too. Then I said I would get them ready to go. I covered the patient back up and commented that they both seemed worked up indicating the tents in their pants and told them they could step into the room next door which was empty. They looked at me and just laughed though I could see they were thinking about it. I showed them that there was a bathroom that connected to the other room and that no one was going to be using that room. At that time of day it was just us and one other patient who was across the department on another hall. I stepped out and worked on some paperwork but didn’t take long and when I went back in the room the patient was alone and the doors to the bathroom were open and all the lights off except for in the room with the patient. I saw the patient half sleeping and jacking his cock I watched the dads in the other room. One was sucking the other as they watched their son playing with his cock. I uncovered the patient so they could see him working his big cock and the dad getting sucked motioned me over. I walked towards them freeing my cock and stood next to the one getting sucked and fed my cock to his bf. Then they both took turns sucking me until I had them both stand where they could watch their son and I got down and sucked them both, alternating back and forth. The patient certainly did get his cock from his dad and it stretched my mouth as he fucked my throat. There was a lot of back and forth sucking and then the one dad said he needed to fuck to cum. I said I would love to take that big cock of his and the bf said if I fucked him while his bf fucked me he was all for it. Who was I to argue? Soon I had my cock fucking in and out of the ass of one of the dads while his bf fucked that big thick cock of his into me. We found a rhythm that worked and took it slow at first quickly speeding up. All the while we were watching the patient still high on pain meds slow jacking his cock eyes closed in the other room. The dad fucking me shot into me first but stayed in me as I continued to fuck the other dad. I leaned over and whispered pretend it is your sons cock fucking you and damn if that didn’t push him over the edge which caused me to blast inside of him. We all got cleaned up and I got them discharged and sent on their way. The dads and I have met a few more times and it has always been hot. The son never remembered a thing about that day but the dads and I will always remember the fun we had.

I was working some later hours for a friend who needed to be off. I was the only nurse in the department and when the OR staff brought the patient out he was yelling and in obvious pain. I knew the hospital was full and I would have to keep this patient longer than usual so quickly worked on making him comfortable. After some pain medicine he started to relax but it also made him very talkative. He asked about his scar and I told him where the surgical site was and how big the dressing was. Even though it was on his back I pulled up his gown and showed him about where it was on his stomach. I made sure to brush his cock which looked very plump. He started talking about manscaping and how he shaved his stomach and his balls—which I had already noticed as I watched him squeeze his cock. He started talking about would he be able to walk, would he be able to do this and that and then he got quiet and tearful. I asked what was wrong and he said he was worried that his dick wouldn’t work anymore because he couldn’t get hard and that he loved sex and that he was 44 but he has to have a lot of sex and with all the pain and now the surgery he was worried. I rubbed his stomach and talked with him until he calmed down then I slid my hand lower and rubbed his cock. He moaned and seemed to relax so I continued. And said we should put his worries to rest and get him hard. I asked what usually gets him hard and he told me he loved to get head. I had one hand on his balls rolling them around while I stroked his cock which was getting thicker and longer. I asked if I should suck him some to see if it would get him the rest of the way hard and before he answered I leaned over and sucked him all the way in. I pulled up and worked my tongue around the head and felt him get thicker. I sucked for a few minutes and when I had him full hard I stopped and stroked him and told him he had no need to worry anymore about getting a hard on. He reached down and jacked himself off while I watched and encouraged him. I asked what turned him on and he told me of some of the things he had done. That he had been with guys and they gave better head and he loved head. Giving and getting. I took his hand and placed it on my cock and as I stroked him he stroked me as we talked about what turned us on. I would occasionally lean over and suck him. He reached around and felt my ass and said he wished he could fuck me. I had been thinking the same thing. Since it was late and he was stuck in the recovery room until they found a room for him I knew no one would come by and check on us so I gave him some more pain meds and lubed up his cock with some surgical jelly and climbed on the bed. I straddled his hips and lowered my ass to the head of his cock and I told him to not move and let me take him. I squatted down and felt the head of that thick, fat cock push into me. I took a second to get used to it then slowly sank down on him taking everything he had. He was moaning and had his hands on my hips guiding me up and down his length. He told me he cums quick sometimes but with the meds he was lasting longer than he thought. I rode that cock until he told me he was going to cum talking the whole time about how much he needed this. I milked his cock until I felt him blast his load in my ass and then I slow fucked myself on him until I felt him start to get soft. He fell asleep soon after. He was not kidding when he said he was a sex fiend I sat there with his load in my ass and watched him play with himself all night. I sucked him off in the morning before I was able to take him up to a room. He is a patient I will never forget.

I had a patient request me to recover them after surgery recently. I had recovered this particular patient a few months ago when he had surgery to place a penile implant. We had talked and flirted at that time. I had seen him and his younger bf around town a few times and we had become friendly. This day he was having a relatively minor procedure and as he woke up the flirting started again. He is a black man in his mid 60s a bit over 6’ tall and around 250 pounds. I asked him how the penile implant was working out and he told me he and his bf both loved it. His bf is in his late 30s, just under 6’ and about 200 pounds. He told me his dick got so hard now and he could cum multiple times. He asked if I wanted to see it and of course I said yes. He pushed the button in his groin and his dick slowly got bigger and bigger. His dick was long when soft but damn when it got hard it was huge. I reached over and felt it and said I know his bf loves that big black dick as I slowly stroked it. He told me he had enough big black dick for both me and his bf if I was interested. Of course I was interested. A few weeks later I went over to their place and it was not long before I had 2 big black cocks to play with. The older guy was strictly top but his bf was vers like me. The older guy watched his bf and I suck each other and then he guided my cock into his bfs hole. He then fucked my mouth while I fucked his bf. The bf and I kept switching off fucking each other all the while the older guy was telling us how hot we looked, how much he was going to fuck us. He did this thing where he would lick my cock as it went in and out of his bfs hole which was amazing. Then he lined up behind his bf and fucked him hard and rough, every stroke driving his bfs dick deeper into me. Me on my back legs wrapped around the bf while the older guy plowed away. Soon the older guy wanted to fuck me and I was glad his bf had loosened me up first because he rammed that big black dick home in one quick deep push. I saw stars for a second and then he started to really fuck my hole. I sucked his bf again and loved feeling those 2 black dicks filling me up. One of the best moments was when the older guy and I doubled fucked his bf. Feeling that hole stretch to take us both and seeing the look on his face as he took us both was incredible. We shared load after load of cum together that night. I was there for a bit over 3 hours and can say that either my cock was in one of them or one (or both) of theirs were in me for the majority of that time. I left drained and exhausted with their loads in and on me and a huge satisfied smile.