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I was getting fucked all the time - Connor, our threesomes. It had to be 10 times a week. I felt at times like there was always cum leaking from my ass. I told Connor and we laughed. He said, "Your ass is such a willing receptacle. We all want to give it our cum." I loved Connor so much. I felt like my heart was never going to stop filling my chest. We fought, sure. All couples do. Even when fighting my feelings for him were so strong. My feelings for Connor didn't prevent me from starting to break our rules: 1. Sex with others only with Connor's knowledge and/or participation. As soon as spring semester finals began, our differing degree paths brought on different finals/papers/projects. It seemed that we were always missing each other. Right in the middle of finals, I had a three day break. It's New Orleans and finals = Jazz Fest. I got tickets with my club bottom boy friend Ashley and John, my previous roommate. Off we went to the fest, which was held at the Fairgrounds race track and was basically and all day party as you waited for bands. We smoked pot, ate way too much food, and break lots of beer. I was drunk. It was fun. Ashley started telling us stories of the guys who fucked him. John started sharing his stories too. I told them mine. At one point as I was telling a story I noticed them both looking at me like I was crazy. I'd forgotten what safe sex advocates they were and I had been telling them about begging guys to cum in my ass. They were really concerned because they both knew Connor and I had sex with a lot of guys during the school year - dozens of different guys. We messed around at the bathhouse, in the club, at parties. Everyone knew we were open, but not even my friends knew I didn't use condoms when getting fucked by guys other than Connor. We ended up having a serious conversation which, of course, sobered me up just enough to realize I was too sober. The conversation wound down as the next act started. I left to get another beer. As I was waiting in line, I felt a guy squeeze my ass gently. I turned around and it was Seth - the guy who fucked me just prior to my breakup with Justin. We hugged and it was good to see him. He was still hot as fuck and he was always friendly. He asked why I had looked so pensive when he came up behind me. I decided, "Fuck it." I told him what had just happened. I mean, who was he to judge, he already came inside me. Seth laughed and we made a joke of the whole thing. We wandered around the Fairgrounds listening to music in other tents. Just as it was turning dusk, Seth asked if I wanted to go to his car and smoke before the main act started. I went with him down the long line of cars to his Suburban. I made fun of him for having such a "top-boy" car. He grabbed my ass and pushed me up against the side of the. Seth said, "You have such a bottom boy ass." I looked at him and down the line of cars. We were wedged in a line of cars parked side to side. I could hear people, but couldn't see them. As Seth ground his crotch into my ass for the second time - only partially kidding; I unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them down. He said, "That's what I'm talking about." I was in briefs which I also pushed down in the back so his cock could rub on my bare ass. I reached for his cock, unzipped his shorts, felt inside his boxers and pulled out his cock. It still felt as great as ever. I put his cock on my ass. He said, "I'm going to fuck you bareback. What would your friends say?" I said, "They wouldn't like it." He said, "Do you want it anyway?" I said, "Fuck my ass Seth." Seth pushed my shirt over my head and then my shorts and underwear down. I stepped out of them. Now dressed only in sneakers, Seth spit on his cock a few times. He said, "You sure you want this cock? I have a condom in my pocket." I said, "Yes, fuck me without it. I want it bareback. Just like the first time you fucked me." Seth pushed his big cock in my ass. I moaned as softly as I could. His cock slipped in my regularly used ass rather easily. Seth began fucking me with long deep strokes. He built up speed quickly. Within a few minutes Seth said, "I'm going to breed you bitch." And he flooded my ass with his cum. He fucked me two more times in the back of his truck. Once with my feet on the roof of his truck and once bent over the back seat. I begged for his cum the second and third times he fucked me. When we finally went back to see the music, the main act was half over. I was stoned, well fucked and had Seth's cum leaking out of my ass. My friends asked where I had been. I told them I ran into Seth and we went and smoked pot and talked. When I got home that night, I quickly jumped in the shower and tried to clean out as much as possible so Connor wouldn't know I had another guy's cum inside me. I got in bed and laid next to Connor. He felt my ass. He felt my hole. He said, "Your ass is puffy. Were you playing with your toys today?" I said I had played with my toys that morning. I also told him that I had just cleaned out. Connor said he hadn't paid enough attention to me the last week. He then proceeded to pound my ass for an hour until he loaded me with a week's worth of his cum. Seth was the first guy I didn't tell Connor about; but he was not the last one.

Chapter 2 After he pulled his cock out of the bottom on the bed and Sam pulled out of Alex, they moved away so the next lucky top could take their places. Before he picked up his towel, Alex wrapped his arms around Sam, gave him a big hug, and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. “Wow, thanks.” Sam told him. “No, thank YOU!” Alex replied. “You helped me reach a decision about something and I’m going to start working on it tonight.” Sam got a knowing look in his eyes and smiled. “Happy hunting, stud,” he told Alex as he picked up his own towel and headed for the door. Alex did the same thing, deciding it was time to head for the wet area. Alex entered the large tiled room where the showers, hot tub, steam room, and dry sauna were and hung his towel on a hook. He showered off quickly, enjoying the eye candy that was showering around him, and then settled into the hot tub. No one was getting serviced at the moment, but there were several other guys in the water with him. He enjoyed the hot water as he relaxed for a bit. He closed his eyes and thought about the poz cum that was still in his ass. Even though Sam was on meds, it still had the virus in it, which turned him on and made his cock start to harden. The more he thought about his decision, the harder he got, too. He remembered seeing messages on the marker boards in the hallways about guys in certain rooms seeking poz loads. He wondered if he had the nerve to do that tonight. One thing at a time, he thought. It was time to sit in the steam room for a bit. There was usually some action going on in there and even if he didn’t participate, it was nice to watch and jack his cock some. He stood up with his raging hardon and got a few whistles of admiration. He smiled and winked at them and headed to the door to the steam room. It was a big room with lots of space. There were a handful of guys already in there, one getting fucked. Alex sat near them and started slowly playing with his hard cock. It amazed him that he was so hard considering he’d just cum a short while ago. The idea of becoming poz turned him on that much. The 2 guys fucking were really going at it and Alex was focused on watching them and didn’t realize someone had walked up to him. “Mind if I sit here?” a voice asked him, breaking his concentration. He looked up and saw the hairy, bearded daddy from the locker room pointing to the space next to him. “Please, be my guest,” Alex replied, a little startled. The hot daddy sat down and held his hand out. “Hi, I’m Max,”. “Nice to meet you Max, I’m Alex.” “You really caught my attention in the locker room, Alex,” Max admitted. “I was hoping I’d run into you again tonight.” “Well, I’m glad you did,” Alex countered. Feeling bold, Alex put his hand on Max’s muscular, hairy chest and started rubbing all around. Max growled softly, “Oh yeah, that feels nice.” He turned so he was facing Max and put his other hand up as well, running both hands through all the sweaty hair and playing with his big nipples. “Oh fuck yeah, you know exactly what a man likes, don’t you,” Max said, growling again. He sat there for a few minutes, enjoying the attention, which made his big, thick cock stand up. He then turned towards Alex, put both hands on either side of his face, and drew him in for a kiss. He kissed Alex gently on the lips a couple of times and then planted a deep, passionate kiss on him. Their tongues battled and they swapped spit as the kissing went on and on. Max finally broke the kiss and stood up. He held out his hand to Alex, “Why don’t we go back to my room and get comfortable.” “I’m all yours,” Alex shot back, standing up and taking the hand that had been offered to him. They exited the steam room and Max went to get his towel. “No need to shower, I love a sweaty man,” he said. Alex raised an eyebrow, smiled, and grabbed his own towel. They wrapped their towels around themselves and headed down a hallway. Alex followed to the back part of the area where the rooms were. Max unlocked his door and let him into a large room with a bunk, some lockers, and a sling in it. He had rented one of the bigger play rooms. Alex couldn’t believe his luck. One of the hottest men there had a great room and was interested in him. They dropped their towels and laid on the bunk, their sweaty bodies mashed up against each other. “You’re a pretty damn good kisser,” Max said to Alex. “Right back at you stud,” he replied. “Call me Daddy Max.” He said with one of those low, sexy growls of his. “Yes Sir, Daddy Max.” The 2 men went at it again, making out fiercely, their tongues battling for dominance. Their hands were all over each other’s bodies, exploring everywhere. Daddy Max was covered with a thick layer of fur that had just started showing his gray. His hair, beard, and body hair was black except for the gray, giving him an incredibly sexy look. Alex reached down for Daddy Max’s cock and could barely get his hand around it. It had to be at least 8 inches if not more. He loved that his new daddy made those deep growling noises while they were kissing. Everything about this man turned him on. Daddy Max finally broke the kiss and lay back on the bunk. “Why don’t you show your new Daddy how good you are with your tongue.” Alex immediately started working his way down his body, starting with kissing and licking his face, including that sexy beard, working his way down the neck, chest, stomach, and legs. He licked and kissed practically every inch of the front of his body, purposely avoiding his thick cock and bull balls. He worked his way back up to the crotch and started licking and sucking on each ball. He could only get one at a time in his mouth, they were so big. Then he made his way up to that incredibly thick cock. He started licking, sucking, and nibbling the big mushroom head and worked his way down each side before finally opening his mouth wide and engulfing as much of the cock as he could. He was able to make it more than halfway down so he started working up and down, sucking and licking the head and shaft. Daddy Max continued making low growling noises, obviously loving the attention his cock was getting. Alex kept it up for another few minutes, pulled off the cock, and gave his new daddy a big kiss. Then he whispered, “Turn over, please.” Max flashed him his brilliant smile and rolled over on his stomach, his thick cock sticking out between his legs. Alex started giving his backside the same treatment as his front, kissing and licking his way down from his thick neck to his waist, then skipped his ass and worked his way down both legs. He made his way back up to the hairy ass and started kneading each ass cheek. He licked all around before finally spreading his cheeks and running his tongue up and down the sweaty crack. As he zeroed his tongue onto Daddy Max’s asshole, he let out another deep growl. Alex was learning quickly that meant he liked what he was doing. He started licking and sucking on his new Daddy’s asshole, sticking his tongue in as deeply as he could. Daddy Max arched his back and pushed out, opening his ass for the tongue. Alex licked, sucked, and tongued the delicious asshole for quite a while. He finally, reluctantly, crawled back up to where he was lying next to his new friend. They started kissing again. Alex loved the fact that Daddy Max was tasting his own ass by sucking on the tongue that had just been buried in it. “My friend, I think you just might be a keeper,” Max said to Alex. He immediately put his finger on Alex’s lips saying, “Let’s see how the rest of tonight goes and take it from there.” Alex smiled shyly and nodded. They sat up facing each other on the bunk. “So, do you think you’re up for some adventure tonight? Maybe broaden your horizons some?” Daddy Max asked. Alex got a curious look on his face, “go ahead, I’m listening.” “Good boy. I have this room for the night, so why don’t we get your hot ass in that sling and see what happens next.” “I’ve never been fucked in a sling. I think I’d like that, especially with you doing the fucking.” “I’ll definitely be doing the fucking, at first. You see, I come here quite a bit and know a lot of the regulars. If one of us finds a hot piece of ass that doesn’t mind being shared, we usually let the rest of the gang in on it. You strike me as the type that might be up for some fun like that. What do you say, stud? Although I think I can guess your answer from the way your cock is acting.” Alex looked down and not only was he rock hard, but had a stream of precum running down his shaft. His little head had already made up its mind. “To be completely fair, there’s one thing I need to tell you first. I’m HIV+,” Daddy Max said. Alex had to grab his cock and squeeze it hard to fight cumming. The fact that this hot daddy was into him, wanted to do some intense play with him, and had HIV had almost made him have an orgasm without touching himself.

My balls are holy. They generate my seed, contain my essence, give my life purpose. One of my sluts is obsessed with men's balls and he worships mine like they are a God to him.

5. To the Elbow Duncan McCain's hands are much larger than Samuel's. Where Samuel's long figures thrilled Tucker when they curled into a first and uncurled across his prostate, Duncan's hands are having trouble getting through with even three fingers in his initial sphincter. Yeah, that much bigger. "I cannot do it, Master Samuel," he say. "The boy's much too tight for me fleshy paws. Sir Eli, might ya have a speculum on the premises?" "Certainly. A regular one and then a horse speculum, but I don't think we'll need that." He immediately goes over to the side table, opens the cabinet doors and withdraws one about six inches long. "I think this will do." He brings it over and looks down at the boy in the sling. "This is necessary, boy, for us to get you to the next stage, but you're going to enjoy every minute of it." Tucker's in a daze and peers up at Elijah and accepts what he says at face value not really knowing what he means. He instantly feels a cold, hard sliver of metal enter him. He looked down and observes Duncan's concentrated face, slowly pushing in the metal object. Duncan's expression is one of determination and enjoyment. You could tell he prefers being on this end of things rather than on the receiving end, rather than being an object taking other's cock on the fuck bench. The metal object's expanding, spreading Tucker's hole open, stretching him and exposing him like he's never even conceived of being exposed before. How perverse it is to have these men gathered round and watched as Duncan twisted the speculum open. One inch, two inches, then up to almost a three inch spread, enough in the spot light to illuminated Tucker's pink guts. He can't clamp shut if he wanted to. Each time he squeeze it elicits a murmur from the men. There's a lot of grease coating the hole, but still a lot of flesh that the men don't hesitate to stick fingers in and feel Tucker's colon inches deep. Brenner brings a candle over for all of them to peer deeply. Brenner tips the candle enough for a single drop of wax to hit Tucker's open sphincter. The boy hollers in shock. Elijah give Brenner a single look, and Brenner falls back behind Samuel. The metal has warmed and once the stretching's finished he feels excited that he's on display. Alan Riggs ambles up close and aims his flaccid dick at Tucker's hole. It takes a good few minutes for him to start his stream, but once it flows, it flows hard and strong. The warmth creeps over Tucker of the sensation of a fierce trickle peeing on one wall then the other. He not that out of it to know another man is urinating inside of him. Judging by his dick he's liking it. He' being used as a toilet and he sticks a finger in his hole to feel it starting to fill up. Duncan, too, is coaxing his hole to absorb the stream. He flutters two finger in the hole, pushing the flesh up and down, letting it drain deeper inside Tucker's track. "Think I'm needing to relieve the lizard, too. Would you mind, lad, if I used you like the toilet I know ya are?" Tucker smiled a devilish smile, which perks up Duncan's cock to no end. It's isn't at full hard on but engorged nonetheless. Duncan stand with his cock readied at the speculum entrance, then when he feels ready to start a piss, he slips several inches of his tool into Tucker's channel. The cockhead easily exceeds the six inches of the instruments, and in silent agreement Tucker clamps down on Duncan's mushroom head. Bearing down creates a secret seal between the boys. Several silent minutes pass with pleasure written all over Duncan's and Tucker's face. Tucker doesn't expect this sensation, however. Very quickly he feels himself getting higher. The euphoria he feels is like a jolt of adrenaline. His heart kicks up, and the sense of Duncan's head in his ass make him start to rock on his cock. His carnal feeling toward Duncan increases. With the contraption in his ass a true fuck isn't in the cards, but the residual effect of this piss makes him horny for whatever was next. He won't have to wait long. The speculum first is released, then carefully withdrawn. "Let see how ya feel now, boyo. Oh, aye, a nice stretch ya had, didn't ya?" "It feels so good, please take my hole, Duncan." Duncan starts with three figures, then easily adds a fourth, and then his thumb. His entire paw's still large for Tucker's newly fisted hole, but the chem piss that's coursing through him, is compelling him to ride the fleshy part of the thumb up and over, enjoy the discomfort, and quickly guide the hand pummeling down his chute. The sphincter closes on the wrist pushing the hand rapidly inside. He gasped at it girth and rapidity of which he's taking Duncan's hand. Duncan let it sit there while Tucker adjusts to what now felt like a giant potato in his ass. But it isn't a damn potato, is it? It's Duncan's hot fucking hand, and he couldn't be more pleased that it was this handsome guy that he now sees in the mirror above starting to slide in and out, slowing at first, but quickening the pace once Tucker can take it. When the rhythm's established Duncan begins taking him on the ride of his life. The swinging of the sling helps. He can see Tucker's not interested in him being gentle, and he's happy to oblige. New to fisting himself, introduced a few months ago when Samuel took him over the brink in this very sling, he knows traditionally it's part of S&M. It was only late in the seventies it was ruined by a book called Trust, which put the bottom in charge. He's learned Elijah and Samuel, coming out of the tradition of the Catholic church, that it's up to the Top to determine the pleasure/pain ratio, not the bottom, and it only advances a fistee to be able to take a fist deeper and wider, when the Top is in change. It seems like Tucker instinctive acknowledges this. Tucker closes his eyes and feels how much he could let Duncan penetrate him. As much, in fact, as Duncan wanted. A little at first, but when Master Eli brakes some amyl under his nose he feels himself not only open up to Duncan, but he's bearing down so that Duncan is able to get in him deep on each swing. Soon he's riding half of Duncan's forearm, and as he's preparing himself to bear down even more for the deepest invasion he can, his senses suddenly turn inside out when Duncan takes back control of the ride and ejects his entire hand out of his ass. His audible gasp takes the other by surprise. He yells to the ceiling not in pain but with elation. Another new sensation, during a night of new sensations, is born and he wants it again. "Oh, fuck, man. Do that again, sir." Mmm, Duncan liked the sound of "sir" and positions all his fingers together, and in one move, conquers Tucker's hole in a single stab. The hole's more than willing and he enters him and delves deep and once again withdraws it quickly. Tucker gasped again and flares his hole for Duncan to re-enter, which is exactly what Duncan does. The boy's hole is loosening and in so doing is putting the innards of his hole on display each time he's exited. Master Eli comes around to view the blossoming hole. "Nice. Look at those lips." He hooks a finger on the edge of Tucker's sphincter and pulls it open to show the others the beginning of a bloom. "Close your fist. See if he can take that." "He's just staring to open. Dunnot know if he's ready." But Duncan curls his fingers anyway. Samuel applies a handful of lube over his knuckles and wrist, and Duncan pushed hard at Tucker's entrance. It isn't going to be accepted until Eli brakes another cap under his nose. He holds it steady for Tucker, telling the boy to keep breathing in. On the third inhalation, the fist brakes through, as much from Tucker opening as Duncan pushing, and Tucker voices an intense rush of exhilaration. He holds up a hand to beg Duncan to let him adjust, but Duncan denies him, stays in charge, punching in deep, then pulling out quickly, and punching in again while he knows the lad's still rushing on the amyl. Tucker's letting out the usual "oh, fuck, oh, fuck," but soon it's turning into, "yeah, punch my fucking hole. Make it a slopping cunt." Duncan's sees Tucker's turned the corner to the dark side of fisting, not sensual but destructive. Samuel's taught him well. Duncan's right there, having led him to this next phase, with Tucker ready to get his hole wrecked. "Fuck yeah, pig. Gonna turn that hole into a gaping maw." Duncan whispers. "Yes, sir. Punch my cunt!" And they start trading fuck yeahs, and please more, back and forth, under their breaths, until Tucker is pushing out his hole to meet each of Duncan's punches. His lips spread wide and arch for Duncan's hand. Every now and then Duncan keeps his hand inside and drills him open further, twists and pistons, sending Tucker into heights of ecstasy. This lets Tucker open not only with his lips flapping when he finally pulls out of him, but allows his punches rhythmically landing deeper and harder, taking in almost three-quarters of his forearm. It's a mighty hard two handed punch he's gotten into, and all the men are dripping in the erotic air of a virgin hole being willingly raped in the light of the flickering fire. The ritualism is not lost on any of them. They view Tucker as a sacrifice and a totem of their belief in absolute pleasure. Samuel can't take it any more. He's spouting his long slender cock, foreskin entirely stretched back, and he saddles up to Tucker's ass. "Jack me off in him, boy. The cunt is perfect!" He slips his member inside and waits for Duncan to slide back to the entrance and grip him in at the entrance. The rectum is stretched larger than it's ever been tonight, taking both fist and cock, and Tucker's riding the trail of dopamine of his first punch fisting. He's ready and eager to have a cock and fist in him together, so much so Samuel can keep pressing until not only is his cock inside Duncan's fist but, with Duncan's help, both his balls falls into the receptive hole. Duncan's greasy paw has no trouble finding Samuel's balls and he's squeezing the hell out of them, Samuel not minding one bit. Duncan slathers him in grease, clamping down hard on the invading cock and balls. "Oh, fuck YEAH!" shouts Samuel. Elijah comes up behind Duncan and starts playing with his nipple. Riggs is getting too excited by the spectacle. He crawls on all fours under the sling and begs Duncan to fist him too. It's a circus act as Elijah grease Duncan's hole and slips his major P.A. inside the red head's slender ass. Brenner slaps his dick on Tucker's gasping mouth and the men become one orgy beast: fucking, fisting, jacking, sucking one central figure. And that central figure is wailing and moaning like a slut, with a cock in his mouth, nips tweaked, a fist holding his ass wide open, and a cock ejaculating and slathering his walls with cum. A hard slam, a breath from Samuel, then a second later another round of piss for Tucker's butt. Samuel jacks Tucker's cock lying in front of him and the boy, feeling every orifice filled, his brain recognizing he's being used as a cumdump and toilet, and with Duncan's arm now freed of Samuel's cock, is going up to his elbow. The last three inches easily open up and Duncan is fisting inside Riggs sloppy cunt and at the same time quickly into Tucker's newly stretched hole. When he gets to the crook of his arm he sees Tucker watching the entire spectacle in the mirror, and Tucker can't hold himself back. Tucker shoots and hits the mirror above and then with Eli fucking his own hole, Duncan shoots hands-free, spraying Tucker in the face. He's right in the center of where he wants to be. Eli rises on his toes filling Duncan with cum, which combined with Riggs and Brenner's early slop, white juice runs down his legs. Brenner floods Tucker's mouth with a river of spooge. Tucker relishes the taste and the sight of his face covered in cream. He licks his lips ready for what's next.

Possibly, there is some true stuff in this story. Possibly, there is not. Winter of 1991, somewhere in the Midwest I had just finshed my first semester at an unremarkable state college where I'd made grades that were anything but great. I've always been called "smart", but never really did well in achool. Is there a name for nerds who suck at academics? I really had no pride left. I mean, I'm just slightly below average in every way with barely any social skills and maybe two people on the planet I could call "friends". Look at my avatar and subtract 25 years and add some glasses along with some unsexy facial scruff. That was me in this story. The opposite of hot. I was due to go home for Christmas with my parents. It was a three hour trip due South on the turnpike. My mom had called the night before and told me to keep an eye on the weather because a possible blizzard could hit. Is it bad that I secretly hoped it would? No offence to my family, but they are as boring and deflated as I was. Staying at school would only mean I'd have to temporarily bunk in the dorm for international students. How bad could that be? Well I payed the price for my wishes because the sky was only a tad gray when I woke up on the morning I was due to leave. Of course. It was a short drive to the turnpike where I got my ticket to enter this joyride through a boring, flat landscape that was dead for the Winter. Radio reception was iffy in this region. Even FM. I fiddled around with the dial and eventually found some odd sort of talk show where two old guys were talking about how the moon landing was all fake, and the government always lied to us about everything. Is it bad that I really didn't care? I mean, one way or the other, there was nothing I could do about it. I barely noticed that I didn't see any other travelers on the road. As the radio crackpots blathered on, it started to snow. It wasn't too bad -- it was just cemetary snow. Well, "Cemetary Snow" is what I called it because they were just tiny flakes. They looked like the kind of snow you'd see in a dramatic movie where there's a Winter burial and the snow is just there for a melancholy effect. Does that make sense? Well, anyway -- it was minor and didn't even seem to accumulate on the ground. After about 70 miles, I was nearly convinced that no man had ever actually set foot on the lunar surface...and the snow had gotten heavier. The flakes were still small but they were coming faster. I just kept my eyes on the road and felt a rod of alertness move straight up my spine. After 100 miles, I couldn't get the station anymore and the snow was getting worse in every way. The flakes were so big and so fast that they were alost a blur...a sideways-moving blur. I could also feel the wind picking up, moving my crappy little tin can car at its will. Uh oh. I was feeling a little panic, and thought briefly of trying to tune in some Christmas music to calm myself. But I didn't dare touch the radio so I could fully concentrate on the disappearing road. The speakers sputtered out static white noise as the storm got worse. Right up ahead I saw a blue Rest Area sign on the right. Good timing. I pulled into the small parking lot where there were no other cars or even any big semi trucks you always see in these places. Well, sure. They all have access to weather reports we tin can car drivers do not. I parked and considered the situation. I hadn't smoked at all that day because my mom hated the smell, but now seemed like the perfect time for a cigarette. I cracked the window a bit and let that steel rod up my back soften ever so slightly. I used my mostly-empty can of Mountain Dew as an ashtray and tried using my mind to soften the storm, but that of course didn't work. Thinking I just needed some extra time for my will over the weather to work, I opened the car door and made my way toward the restrooms. After a piss and maybe another smoke, surely this would all but be over with. I trudged up the mostly obscured sidewalk and noticed drifts had piled up the concrete box of toilets that had probably been here since Eisonhower was alive. It was obvious I should have worn heavier clothes because the freezing air went through me like an x-ray. Once I got inside the men's room on the left of the building, I felt a little less vulnerable. It was ugly, smelly and lit only by bare lightbulbs in ancient fixtures on the ceiling -- but it was about fifteen degrees warmer than the outside. I thought I'd probably take a nice long pee and smoke break, sitting on one of the toilets but two of the stalls were 'out of order' and the third one was clogged with massive turds. Never mind. I went to one of the urinals which were not seperated by any kind of partition. Even though I had the whole place to myself, I still hesitated about which urinal to pick. I finally chose the one furthest down the line away from the door and unzipped. I tried to pee, but my whole body was shivering and I was severely stressed out by the weather. My dick shrunk up like snai; and wouldn't let me vacate the contents of my bladder. Without zipping back up, I backed away a little and put a cigarette in my mouth. If I just kept standing and relaxed a bit, the pee would find its way out eventually. So I tried again. As the wind roared outside, I aimed at the drain and was almost there when I heard a loud creak as the door opened. Shit! I had no idea what to do. NO idea. Maybe it would be a capable state trooper who'd escort me safely home in his warm patrol SUV that had a plow attached to the front bumper. No. It was just a very regular-looking guy, not much older than me wearing sweats under a bright orange ski jacket. And flip-flops...in this kind of weather. I wasn't shocked or anything because I went to college with dudes who would wear shorts and sandals on the coldest days because they wanted to seem eccentric or else they just didn't have the money to do laundry ona regular basis. He didn't seem very collegiate. He looked like a guy who would repair combines or something. Whatever the case, I was determined to empty my water no matter what. I'd go back to my car and sit there with the heater on and maybe pray, Of course he lined up at he urinal next to me...which meant no pissing would happen soon. Goddamn him. I was going to pee despite this idiot. I let the cig tumble put of my mouth intp the drain below me. The guy pulled his sweats down and unleashed his dick right there where I could see. For Christ's sake! I stared straight ahead at the concrete tiles and focused on my own business. I didn't hear any flow on his side either. Nothing. I ventured a look and saw him holding his fat pink penis in his left hand. I wasn't too impressed with his member, but I noticed his hand for sure. It was a rural hand. A working hand. I'm so stupid. What if he saw me staring and why was I staring? Whatever. The world was ending out there and I wanted to look. I couldn't help but notice his nails. They were jagged - as if he cut them with a dull handsaw. And they were so black. Most people think that dirty nails are caused by actual dirt, soil. But it's mostly dead skin cells, body oil and food. There's a word for this, but I don't know it. I'm a lousy student, remember? As I'm mesmerized by the dude's dirty nails, I noticed his dick was getting erect. It went from 'average' to 'above average' to 'very above average' in ten seconds. I had to make myself look up at him, and of course he was watching me watch his stuff. Oh fuck it! I was so far beyond embarrassment eight then that I just said "Hi.". We turned toward each other with our dicks hanging out od our flies, He was taller and cuter than I'd noticed at first. What to say next? "Nice hands", I said stupidly. "Huh?", he really sounded confused -- I guess because he thought I was going to compliment his dick. "Well. I mean. Nice ... big hands. And the. The dick is really nice too, I'm sorry," He laughed and I looked at the floor. I'm so dumb. He'd probably beat the hell out of me now. This stranger. I waited for it. "what he hell are you doing here, kid?" My words were still formless, but I tried to say that I was going home. All that came out were sudden loud sobs and a few words like "Christmas" and "Mom". And then I collapsed under the weight of my own panic and hit the floor. "Stay here", he said and bolied for the exit, his flip-flops clicking urgently as he scurried away. I was all alone. In a bathroom. In a blizzard. I've never had a passion for life, but never thought it'd end like this. Seconds later, the guy came back with his arms overloaded with army-green blankets and two orange sleeping bags. He busied himself making a little green and orange nest in the back of the cement room where there was once a stall that had been removed. "Come get warm", he said with chattering teeth. I was confused. "Here??" "What? You want to camp outside?" I felt like I was nine years old. "What if somebody comes in? What if help comes?" He looked at me like I was a total idiot. "The whole turnpike is shut down. Get it? There's no going North and no going South". "Meaning?" His face softened and his eyes were figuring out how to now see me. "Meaning...we've got the whole middle of the state to ourselves". And then he smiled and came over to help me up off the floor. He led me back to our makeshift suite of blankets and sleeping bags and layed me down like my mom would. The fluffy sleeping bags were our mattress and the blankets made a comforter. It was amazingly nice and cozy. We were both laying on our backs and having our own thoughts without talking. I didn't figure we'd talk anymore the whole night. I was alost relaxed until he spoke up. "What did you say about my hands again?" Oh man. I guess there was no being shy at this point. "I just noticed how nice your hands were...and your fingers...and your fingernails". I didn't stumble on a single word. SILENCE Then he kaughed a little and held his left arm out straight above our heads to catch what little light we had. "Jeezus, dude. My fingernails are filthy as fuck! You didn't notice that?" I reached out of the warm blanket and pulled his hand down to my face, I licked the palm and made it a point o suck each fingertip. I guess I'd made my point. "Wow. Thanks, man. Did you notice anything else?" I scanned my useless brain for something I'd forgotten to mention. "Check it out", he whispered as he twisted his arm to show me the underside of his thick wrist. There I saw a biohazard tattoo. I knew what it was from visits to the doctor's office and seeing that red trash can with the same symbol on it. That's where gloves, needles and bandages went. It was a hospital thing. "Are you a doctor?", I ventured. "Yes. That's it. I'm here to cure you of yourself. Get it?" I didn't. But as I wondered what he meant, he was on top of me. OK. I was thinking I was ready for this step. He pulled my jeans off and ripped my underwear . He was kissing me and I tasted him. As I searched for a description of his flavor, he stuck one of his dirty, nasty fingers in my asshole. He was scratching in there on purpose. Then there were two dirty fingers inside. Shit. I was going to get an infection of some sort. I needed to put a stop to this shit, but as I pre-formed my protest my hero was suddenly higher on top of me and the head of his dick was inside my hole. GOD! How can anything hurt that much? I'd broken my arm when I was ten and it didn't hurt like this. But it was sex. Right? Man Sex is supposed to be like this? I had so much to think about and so much pain to process, but I was forced to deal with Hero Man's rapid thrusting and animal grunts. I wanted him to look at me, but his eyes were shut tight as he made one last thrust and growled. I sure wanted to talk about all this, but he just tunbled into sleep. I wasn't tired at all until suddenly I was. I wormed my way down into the pile of blankets and felt sleep attack me like a grizzly bear. Merry Christmas, I guess.

Most public place I've been fucked had to be at pride last year. Me and a guy snuck in between two rows of tents and he went to town on me. One vender heard us and poked his head in and just laughed. Ended up walking around all day with that load in me.

Connor and I played around a lot over the next few months. He fucked my ass regularly, but we started playing with other guys almost every other week. They were friends, friends of friends, hot guys from campus, and hot guys from the bars. At first Connor made the guys wear condoms. It was the early 2000s and we were trying to keep each other from getting HIV. One night the condom rule slipped when I sat on Connor's best friend's dick while I was sucking Connor in the living room. The guy was stroking his cock and I had just sucked him too. He'd fucked me a few times previously. As I sucked Connor on my knees, back to the couch; I felt Connor's hands on my head and the other guy's hands on my ass. I raised up on all fours and pushed my ass back at the guy. He ate my ass for awhile and fingered me. I stood up, kissed Connor and backed up to push my ass on the guy's face again. Connor resumed face fucking me and the guy tongue fucked my ass. I felt some pressure on my back lowering my ass down and I willingly put my ass all the way down to his cock head. The guy was rubbing it around my hole. I thought, fuck that feels good. I also knew that Connor's best friend knew the rules - he couldn't bareback me. I spit on my hand and rubbed it on the guy's cock so my crack would be slicker for him to rub on me. Then it happened. Connor lost his footing a bit, his cock jammed the back of my throat harder than normal, and I slipped back. As I slipped into the guy's lap, his cock slid halfway inside me. I moaned. Connor made sure he didn't hurt me. I said he hadn't and began riding his best friend's bare cock. It felt naughty to break the rules; but the cock felt so good. It felt so much better than a condom sheathed cock. Connor jerked me off as I rode his friend's cock. Connor then cock on his knees and started sucking me off. I was really riding the dude now so it was awkward to get head at the same time. Connor noticed that the guy wasn't wearing a condom. He looked at me and frowned a bit, but he didn't stop jerking me as I rode his friend's cock. Not longer after Connor noticed I was getting fucked without a condom by another man; the guy said he was close. I rode him a little faster as he held my hips. Connor said, "Tell him what you want. It's ok." I looked at Connor and then at the guy and said, "Cum in my ass." And, he did. Connor and I didn't really talk about it afterward except that I apologized and Connor said, "A cum whore can't prevent his nature." We laughed. Not a single one of our threesomes ever used a condom to fuck me again.

I met a guy on BBRT last week who was very much a top and who had some videos I recognized from X tube. He was my type of guy, late 40's, about my height (5'7"), and about 150. In his videos he always has his bottoms suck on his nice thick 7.5" cock while moaning for a long time before he breeds them. I didn't think he would be interested, but he responded back right away and we set up a date for Saturday. He arrived a little late, but I wasn't complaining. We immediately went upstairs where he set up his computer and lighting and stripped. I sucked on him for about an hour before I begged him to fuck me. He repositioned the computer, lubed me up with Vaseline and shoved his thick cock right in. It hurt a lot, but I powered through the pain with the help of some poppers. After about five minutes during which I was bent over the side of the bed, he had me get on all fours in doggy position and began thrusting deep inside me. I held onto the bed and tried meeting his rhythm as I moaned in both pleasure and pain. After a few minutes he grabbed onto my waist, plunged in super deep, roared and loaded my hole. I hope to see him again.

http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/My-new-friend-30313021

They All Fuck My Boy My boy and I had been invited to a huge blow-out party. Well, my boy had been invited. The host, Brad, had organized an epic party at his house in The Pines out on Fire Island. He was super sexy, and we’d seen him a lot around the city. He was a big party promoter, so he was always popping up in the gay magazines and at clubs. He was tall, with tanned skin, close-cropped brown hair with a tussle of bangs in his face. My boy and I are both versatile, but he’s much more of a hungry bottom than me. He told me that he once took six dicks in one night back at a frat party in college. I’d never taken more than two in one night. Of course, in those days, we had both always religiously played safe. We had only stopped using condoms when fucking each other a few months ago, promising to wrap up if having some fun on the side. My boy and I made sure to wear our cutest jockstraps, and sexy short shorts and tight t-shirts, wanting to show off our assets, and so that we’d fit in with the A-list crowd of guys certain to be at Brad’s party. I knew we’d be willing to do almost anything to feel like we belonged with these hot guys. As we headed down the beach, hand in hand, my boy told me what he had had to do to get the invite. One of Brad’s buddies was bragging that he had two extra tickets, and would give them to anyone who would take his load. I was surprised, not that he had slept with this guy to get the tickets, but that he had let the guy fuck him raw. That was sort of against our rules. My boy promised that the guy was NEG, and it wasn’t a big deal. Then he told me about the house rules of the party. Brad got to fuck anyone he wanted in his own house, but not to worry, he said, “Brad feels very strongly about protection… and safer sex…” I was a little unnerved that he had only just told me that he’d taken this guy’s seed, and that he was prepared to let Brad fuck him, but we were already at Brad’s front door. The house was stunning, all glass and weathered cedar siding, and the party inside was already in full swing. Dozens of hot guys were dancing around, flirting, and drinking. George, the guy who had bred my boy for tickets, greeted us at the door and told us that we were welcome to wear as much or as little clothing as we would like, but that he’d prefer my boy in a jockstrap. My boy, ever the one to please, stripped off his shirt and shorts right away. I took my shirt off and tucked it into the back of my shorts. We got cocktails and started dancing. All kinds of hot guys were pressed against us. George appeared with a sexy Latin, or possibly Middle-Eastern, guy, very tall, and very sexy, in a tiny red speedo that left nothing to the imagination, and introduced us. “This is Sam. He’s got a big dick that I think you’ll like. Make him feel at home.” Just as quickly as he appeared, George left, and Sam started grinding his body against my boy’s exposed ass. Sam’s dick was clearly getting hard and after a minute or two was forcing it’s way out of the waist of his briefs. From my position beside my boy and Sam, I could see that dick start to glisten with precum, and that precum started leaking all over my boy’s ass. I could see it dripping down between hiss ass cheeks and I knew it was on his hole, if not in it. I tried to get my boy’s attention, and put my mouth to his ear, more or less shouting over the music, “You don’t want to offend Brad! Doesn’t he feel strongly about safe sex? If you’re gonna let this guy fuck you, you should make him wrap up!” My boy opened his eyes and pulled me in for a kiss. Then he shouted into my ear, “I said he felt strongly about safe sex, but I didn’t say he was in favor of it!” My boy reached around and grabbed Sam’s cock and jerked it a few times, then held it up to my mouth, more or less forcing me to lick his precum. Then, he grabbed my hand and told me to spit in it. I did, and he led it to Sam’s cock, so I could get it wet, and then guide Sam’s bare cock into him. I was so hard, but knew this was going to get out of control relatively quickly. We hadn’t been at the party for more than ten minutes, and here was my boy, bouncing up and down on a muscle stud’s bare cock, back arched, and head thrown back, in a crowded room for anyone to see. Sam grabbed my boy’s hips and pummeled his ass before going balls deep, and then holding the position. I knew he was breeding my boy. After a few moments, he withdrew. Sam grabbed my shirt from the back of my shorts, cleaned off his dick, and just walked away. What the fuck had just happened? To be continued...

This happened just a little over a year ago, but I can't definitely say for sure. It was perfect and so much like a filmed porn fantasy that I almost think my brain made it up. I write novels and short stories, but you likely haven't seen any of them. I'm not very successful even though my agent Rachel had doggedly tried shopping my work to publishers everywhere. She suggested I write something lighter that would appeal to women. My usual stuff was mostly dark, macho and veered ever so close to what you might call "homoerotic". I knew my writing had a very narrow appeal. I would sit in the darkness with only my laptop and a pack of generic cigarettes. I was almost broke so I decided to break the routine. Shake things up. I got up at 8 am (way early for me) on a Friday morning and made the decision to get out of the apartment and go get inspiration somewhere scenic. I lived just up the street from a famously beautiful cemetery that predated the Civil War. The trees were lush and wildflowers were blooming like crazy everywhere. Scenic as fuck. I sat at a small wooden table, polled a notepad out of my book bag, and started scribbling right away. Maybe a cemetery wasn't the best idea because I immediately started thinking up zombie stories ( and I'd already attempted a least a dozen of those. I tried to think of what a woman would want to read, but that led me to think up stories that were too "Twilight"-ish. I resorted to my old trick of doodling instead. It's just to keep my pen moving and see if inspiration could find me instead of me chasing after it. Birds were singing and there was almost no traffic noise. I got into somewhat of a trance and felt so mystically receptive to ideas. It was a tranquil state that i'd only rarely experienced when trying to create. Then the lawnmower started. Goddammit. I know cemeteries need to be mowed, but I was still pissed off. I mean. the grass all around me and around the stones was very groomed...so why mow it again? Just so I'd always be poor?? I swiveled around, looked behind me with a scowl and saw there was a guy mowing the ditches and hills along the edges of the property. Oh. He was on one of those mowers where you have to stand up. You know the kind I mean? I was no longer pissed once I noticed he was a young, light brown young guy with a decent build and had strikingly handsome facial features. He was scenic all on his own. Screw the wildflowers. So I moved to the other side of the table and just watched him work. I guessed that he was at least partly Latin. I maybe tried to write a little in case he looked over and saw me staring, but he was just so mesmerizing. I can't tell you how long I was looking. It was possibly 10. 20 or 30 minutes before he finished. He left the mower right over the spot where he stopped. He took of his baseball cap to reveal gloriously black hair that had a little curl at the edges. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with a red hankie and stretched his long arms above his head after twisting his neck a few times to work out the kinks. It was a nice show and I almost felt like applauding excep thst he was now walking in my direction. There was no way I could keep my gaze fixed on him now so I started writing in my pad again. I think I wrote "Oh My God" about seven times before he reached the table and sat across from me. Oh My God, indeed. He opened with "Pretty hot, isn't it?" with no trace of a latin accent. "It's nice", I replied even though I did suddenly become aware of sweat dripping down my back. "You're some kind of writer, right?" I said nothing. I just gazed into his dark brow eyes which almost had a bit of an asian slant. "A lotta creative people come here with their notebooks and sketchbooks and shit", he said with a knowing smile. His teeth were perfectly white. "I..I just came here for inspiration. I'm trying to write something for women". "Oh I could tell you some stories about women, my friend". "Now that you mention it, it is a little hot out today". "Well let's go cool off then". He stood up instantly and I noticed how tall he was. 6'3" at least. We led me toward what I assumed was a tool shed. I was thinking that it that wouldn't be much cooler in this aluminum death box. He produced a key from his front pocket and unlocked the metal door that led to pure blackness. He disappeared into the dark right behind him. I inched along ynril I heard a click as he flipped a wall switch that power up a very small, industrial over head light eith a long cord hanging from the side. It wasn't all that bright but enough to illuminate a bunch of gas cans, rakes and huge white sacks of what I assumed was fertilizer or herbicide or something like that. "People get murdered in places like this", I thought to myself. Then, with another key, he unlocked another metal door that led into what looked like a small. old, but well-kept motel room. It was carpeted and there wasn't really much in it except a made bed, a dresser with a tv on top of it and one of those little refrigerators. There was a tiny window air conditioner that the cemetary man immediately switched on. It gurgled and clanked but a little wave of cool air soon wafted over us. Suddenly he leaned over and his handsome face was close to mine. "This job pays shit, but I can stay here for free with no bills. Plus it even has an address and I can get mail." He seemed really proud of the place. I tried to convey that I was likewise impressed but I think my facial expression showed only confusion. He laughed warmly and then sat on the edge of the bed and took off his giant black work boots and white socks, He stood and I couldn't help but notice how massive his bare feet were. I mean, they looked even bigger than the work boots he'd taken off and I couldn't imagine how he got them on. I didn't ponder sbout that very long because he started taking off his t-shirt. I can't day for sure but I think he took it off deliberatrly slow -- like he was in a movie or something. His torso wasn't toned and muscled so much as it was just "bulky". He wasn't fat, just BIG. Also hairless. Naturally hairless except for the black, black tufts of armpit hair I could glimpse. "Get undressed", he said in a tone that was suthotitive but friendly. I made slow work of unbuttoning my shirt as I watched him remove his jeans. I had to turn around so I could focus on the basic motor skills it took to take my clothes off. Somehow I ended up naked all under my own power. I turned back to see his fully naked body spread eagle on the bed. It was a sight to behold and I took a thousand mental snapshots for my brain to hold forever. Forever. His cut dick was full, hard and healthy-sized. It pointed straight up at the ceiling and visibly throbbed a little (though that might have been my imagination). "There's pops in the fridge if you want one", he said as he vaguely gestured with one arm. I didn't respond because I was frozen and unaware that my mouth was hanging open. He laughed again and them rolled over onto his stomach. "Give me a backrub. I been working since 8 and I'm sore all over. Please?" Well, sure. I climbed in the bed next to him and started kneading his shoulders. I'd never given a massage before and was only initating what I'd seen in movies and stuff. He nade grateful noises so I guess I was doing an okay job. While most his body was hairless, there five or so tattoos on his back. I guess there was a theme going on. Oceanic. There were stylized tides, a dolphin and s few others like that. And there was one more right above the crack of his beefy round ass: a biohazard symbol. I briefly thought it might be a statement about water pollution, but I secretly knew what this tat meant. I grew lightheaded and it was mainly because I'd forgotten to breathe. I moved down to massage his huge feet and he made mad groans of pleasure. "Sorry my feet are so gross", he said with a small voice that was muffled a little by the pillow his face was buried in. "They're fine", I answered. But actually they were a tad gross. His callouses were hard and yellow-ish. He was for sure a working man. I could feel my hands getting tired and wanted to stop, but then, what would come next? What would cpme next with the biohazardous cemetary man? I mustered a casual voice and asked "Are you a surfer?" "No. Why?" "Oh, I just noticed your tats and it seems like you like the ocean alot". "I do. I definitely do, but I got those back when I lived in Hawaii. My mom is a native Hawaiian and my dad was white." Oh. Okay. He talked about it a little bit more and noticed that whenever he said the word "Hawaii", he added an accent and an extra syllable. Kinda hot, actually. But the biohazaed tattoo was still on my mind. }So are you worried about pollution?" "I used to be". Huh? But not any more? What did that mean? He lifted his head,turned over and started jacking his fully hard dick. He motioned for me to get back next to him and I did. We embraced and I could smell the cemetary on him....grass, pollen, gasoline, assorted chemicals and sweat. It was almost overpowering. As if he could read my thoughts, he announced that he needed to shower. "Don't you dare" I responded. With that, he climbed on top of me and kissed me so hard. I tasted the Pacific islands and couldn't get enough. The worrisome tat was banished from my hrad, forgotten. He pulled his mouth away from mine and straddled my face with his crotch. With his hands on the wall, he thrust that big member of his past my lips and mouth and a little way into my throat. I couldn'y really breathe and was afraid I'd maybe die or vomit right there and then. Hw pistoned in and out of my face for a few more seconds. He got off of me and I was noticing that I was still alive. He was standing on the floor at the foot of the bed with that big intruder between his legs looking wet, red and ready to continue. He pullled me down to him and raised my legs and spread them over his shoulders. I'd fooked around before, but never gotten around to having actual butt sex. I always found the idea of it embarrassing and was afraid of the pain. And the STDs. But here I was. I almost wanted to warn him that I probably wouldn't be able to finish this, but at that moment the naked head of his dick rammed into my hole. I screamed. It hurt like broken glass was being forced into me. This had to stop. I tried to use my words to tell him I couldn't do it. I'd promise we'd try another time and that I was so. so sorry. But all I could do was cry. I tried again to say things when I realized he was he was still inside of me and further inside. I looked up through my tears and saw his eyes closed tight , squinting with pleasure. He was miles away, over the ocean somewhere, and couldn't hear anything I said anyway. It was way too late for words now. I knew this for sure when his breathing got faster and the thrusting of his wide hips got more intense. For reasons only my primitive knows, I reached around, grabbed the fleshy mounds of his butt and pulled Cemetary Man closer to me. It was an erotic gesture that came almost too late because he was suddenly done without so much as a groan or an "I'm coming". He was still inside of me but not moving. His big, friendly brown eyes were open and dmiling. Another ocean was polluted. I left he cemetary about ten minutes later with a new kind of inspiration. I went back for more inspiration almost every week that month. Early last year, the doctor found something inside me that was definitely not a story. Or maybe it was.

Interesting... pretty much 100% consensus. Me too. It's not just the cum that I want, it's what the cum represents, that the top is sated and I now have a part of him inside me even after he leaves.

a true bottom beast always enjoys being bred--repeatedly--but the fact is for bottoms that reach the level of sexual athlete, just getting fucked or bred one time isn't enough. We need a tam of lust hungry males to mount us.

Nothing's hotter than seeing a cock pumping while cumming deep inside in my opinion ?

I am in the mood to be double fucked by the two

II was shopping yesterday for clothes and this guy kept following from store to store. I finally approached me and asked if could him find a pair of jeans. He was about 30, 5'4" 125# and my favorite he was asian. Of course I said yes. I guessed his waist size and pulled a few pairs of skinny jeans for him to try on. He took them back to the dressing room. Each time he would come out I'd say yes or no. he was down to one more pair to try on and he called me into the dressing room. he was naked staring at his ass in the mirror and asked he I thought he had a nice ass. this was was small firm, muscled and a nice bubble. of course I said yes unzipped and showed him my hard cock. he smiled pulled on the new jeans they fit him like a glove. he got dressed, purchased the last pair he tried on and left the store. I told I lived alone and he was welcome to come over. We found out we lived a mile apart, but had to get the car home so his nosy neighbors would not tell his Daddy he was late coming home. His daddy was out of town. so I followed him home parked about a block away. he parked his car took his purchases in the house and came out in his running shorts. He ran to my car, got in and we went to my place. we wasted no time getting naked. He sucked me, licked my thighs, lately bit me and sucked and stroked my cock. He edged me for over 2 hours, before he rolled over put his ass in the air and guided my raw cock into his hole. while I was fucking him he told me he was poz - I said I didn't care and then he said he was being treated for 2 STIs. I almost blew my load when he said it. I told I didn't care because I had 2 STIs as well. We fucked I bred him, showered and went to a local bookstore with gloryholes, shared a booth, and I shared his ass with any cock stuck thought the hole. 6 loads later we returned to my place, fucked again, fell asleep. he dripped all night. we fucked again this morning, and I took him home. never did get his name but we traded numbers.

i'm most proud when i hear my top moaning and grunting as he's cumming inside me. then when he's laying on top of me catching his breath and telling me how great my pussy made him feel. that's my emotional release and that's how i get my sexual pleasure.

it's the money shot, proof of orgasm. it's a convention in porn that I've never experienced in real sex. best compromise is the top pulls out, you see the first spurt on the hole, and then he goes back in and finishes shooting deep inside, where loads belong.

This just happened On a business trip and went to hunt for some escorts, and I ordered an out call escort to my hotel room, He arrived and we get down to business, but however, what wasn't revealed in his pictures were a small little biohazard tattoo near his hip bone. I obviously know what that means, hence I will be prepared not to take his toxic load After 20 mins into the massage, he flipped me to my stomach, and he pour oil onto my back, and he poured quite excessively that some leak to my butt crack, He started to grind his muscled chest on my back, using his dick to tease my back. This goes on for 2 mins, and his dick gradually hardens, and he slid to my ass crack, it felt nice, combined with him licking my ears! and after another few minutes, he accidentally slipped into my ass entrance, just the tip, I felt scared and excited and horny at the same time, and I thought just the tip is acceptable However, I've no idea why, everytime he rubs his chest on my back and his dick manuveuring around my ass crack, I would purposely try to angle it in such a way that his harden thick dick would have more chance to 'accidentally' slip into me. Coupled with my ass rhythm, his dick did managed to slip into my ass more often, i moaned slightly and thats prolly a sign of approval for him. He started to dip his dick deep inside me and massage my back. I started twitching my ass muscle and he let off a soft giggle and start pumping me I have really no idea what I wanted, my horniness overcomed my fear, after 15 mins of pumping, he accelerated his strokes and shot his cum load deep inside me. The massage ended shortly after and I tipped him handsomely and he left. I cant believed I actually tipped a masseur for his poz load

1. The Pary I slipped back into the booth setting my beer down on the round table as I did so and nodded to the booth’s other occupant. I had never been too keen on gay bars but it was my roommate’s birthday so he had gotten to pick the bar. It was still early in the night, the bar was still quiet, a person could actually hear himself speak, and so far only one of my roommate’s other friends had shown up. Austin, my roommate had gone off to the bathroom while I went to the bar to grab myself another beer, which now left me alone with his friend Rick. Rick was a bit older then I was maybe twenty-six, or twenty-seven, to my twenty-four. He was tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders and thick muscular arms. His strong square pecs were clearly visible through his black v-neck t-shirt, and this thick growth of dark black hair sprouted up around the base of his neck. He was just the sort of guy that I normally go for, a total man’s man, if there was such a thing any more. I myself was a little shorter then he, with sandy blond hair, and a tight runner’s body that I worked hard to maintain. Around my sophomore year of college I had started to get a bit hairy, and now a year after graduation I was quite proud of the broad swath of light brown hair that grew across my chest and stomach; however I was now where near as hairy as Rick promised to be. “How long have you known Austin,” Rick said, in a deep voice, shifting round the booth a bit to get closer to me. “We met freshmen year of college, we lived across the hall from each other actually.” “And now you’re roommates? Or something more?” “No, just roommates. There’s never been anything like that between us,” I said truthfully. Austin and I had become friends living in the dorms at Northwestern and then roommates when we both moved off campus our junior years. It had seemed logical after graduation when we both got jobs in Chicago to continue the arrangement and get a place together in the city. Our two-bedroom Wrigleyville apartment was small and a bit cramped but we had found a place in a pretty good part of the neighborhood and sometimes the sun even shown through my window in the morning. “What about you,” I asked, “how do you know Austin?” “I met him a year ago, just after he moved to the city…well actually, right here,” he gestured to the bar around him, “been fucking the shit out of him since.” I was a little taken aback and just blinked at Rick. I had never really been comfortable discussing my own sex life, and I was most certainly uncomfortable discussing my roommate and best friend’s sex life. “Excuse me,” I stammered. “Yeah, I’ve probably wrecked that boy’s hot ass once a week sense we met. Except for when he plows me with that donkey dick of his.” The way that he said that sounded like he assumed that I had first hand experience with Austin’s donkey dick. Just then Austin came back followed by two girls and a couple more guys. The night suddenly took off from there, drinks were ordered all around and many shots started appearing at the table. Eventually the bar filled up and everyone ended up on the writhing mess that made up the dance floor. Austin, having drank more then his skinny little twink frame could handle, and possibly more then I had ever seen him drink before, had lost all of his inhibitions and was grinding his ass unapologetically on Rick’s crotch. Amongst the mess of sweaty gyrating bodies I was the only one who noticed the pair. My gaze was drawn to them as I watched my normally quiet and demure roommate grind his ass hungrily onto this big hulk of a man’s crotch. More drinks were had, and more dancing, Austin kept pace but was fading fast. As it drew close to closing time he had devolved into a sweaty, sloppy, drunken mess. When the lights came on and the bar started to clear out, I scooped Austin up from the booth he had half sat half fallen into for the past ten minutes and started to guide him towards the door. Several of his friends asked if I needed help with him, I assured them I was fine and started to steer him towards home. Just as I got to the corner and started to push Austin towards the L station, Rick caught up with us and slipped Austin’s other arm around his shoulder taking some of the, what was quickly becoming, dead weight that was my roommate. “Looked like you could use a hand,” he remarked. Again I assured him that I was fine, but Rick wasn’t taking no for an answer. He helped me get Austin onto the train, rode the two stops to our apartment and then helped me shove him up the steps to our door. Once we had pored him into his bed, rolled him onto his side, stuffed a pillow under his head, and closed the door, Rick finally broke the silence that had fallen between us. “You’re a good friend, taking care of him like that.” “Thanks,” I said, “and thanks for your help. He would have been a lot to handle on my own once he passed out on the train.” “No problem,” he smiled a broad toothy smile. “Do you want a glass of water or something?” I asked. “Yeah that would be great, those damn clubs are always so hot. I’m always so sweaty and hot afterwards.” I laughed and turned to the little kitchen area just off the living room. I filled two glasses of water from the pitcher in the fridge and turned back to face Rick. He had pulled off his black v-neck shirt and now stood bare chested facing me. His broad square pecs looked even more impressive then I had guessed they would through his shirt. Covered in a thick dark forest of hair they each sported a warm pink nipple the left one adorned with a single silver bar through it. He didn’t have a six pack but rather the single broad powerful patch of muscle that came from manual labor not a gym. A deep v of muscle framed the dense, dark, almost black, treasure trail that vanished into his low slung dark jeans. My cock twitched. His skin still glistened with sweat slightly. I felt my mouth go a little dry. He smiled that big toothy grin at me again. I handed him the water silently, his fingers brushing against mine as he took the water. “Too bad Austin got so drunk tonight,” he said the smile faltering a little. “Why is that,” I asked. “Well I’ve been saving up this birthday present for him all week,” he said, something new creeping into his sparkling brown eyes, “but I guess I’ll just have to give it to someone else.” “Could always wait till tomorrow,” I laughed, feeling a little nervous now. “Can’t wait that long, I’ve been saving this up all week, it’s now or never,” he took a step closer and as I leaned back to keep the distance between us equal I felt the kitchen counter firm behind my back. I laughed nervously again, as he stepped just a little bit closer. “So what is this present that Austin’s going to miss out on now,” I asked, guessing that I probably already knew the answer. “What do you think it is?” he asked, the hand not holding his glass of water now drifting to his crotch. “Dunno,” I said quietly trying to keep my eyes on his face. “A big hot six day load from my big, fat, beer can cock shot right up your roommate's cunt," he answered in a whisper. He was now only a foot away from me, and I heard him set his glass down on the counter with a clink. “But,” he continued, leaning in a little bit more his mouth getting closer to mine, “I guess I could always find some slut on Grindr to give it too. Unless,” he paused, his mouth now only an inch from mine, “There was a hot bottom boy right in front of me I could give this gift to.” With that he finally closed the gap, his mouth pressing hard to mine. I resisted for a moment, but when the hand that had been holding his water came to rest on the small of my back pulling me tight to his hairy slightly sweaty body, I melted. My lips parted and I let his tongue slip into my mouth, wrestling with my own. His hands slid over my body, slipping under my shirt, running up and down my back. He broke the kiss only to quickly pull my shirt off over my head. With my shirt now gone his hands slid down my back till the rested on my ass. He kneaded at the meaty flesh, and pulled away to say, “Damn you’ve got a hot ass. How the hell has Austin been able to resist this for so long?” “I always thought Austin was, like me, a total bottom,” I replied, a bit breathlessly. “With a cock like his that would be a fucking crime. Now get on your knees and get my cock out. I wanna see it down your throat before I stuff it up your ass.” He spun us around so that he was now the one with his back against the counter and I immediately fell to my knees. Normally I am not a hook up sort of person, but Rick was so fucking hot, between his amazing body, the slight stench of sweat that clung to him, his brick demanding manor, and the considerable amount of beer I had had I never once thought of saying no to him. I fumbled for a moment with his button fly but soon had his pants around his ankles. He wore no underwear, so I was face to face with Rick’s self proclaimed “big, fat, beer can cock.” He had not been exaggerating. It was like being face to face with a flesh colored can of Guinness. The massive, heavily veined, organ sprouted from a dense patch of black pubes and sported two almost absurdly low hanging swollen balls beneath it. Without being told to I stretched my mouth widely and too the bulbous mushroom head in my mouth. I worked as much as I could into my mouth, slobbering all over the shaft as I did so. I put my hands on his strong hips trying to pull myself forward. His hands soon came to rest of the back of my head pressing me into him, forcing more of his cock down my throat. Precum began to ooze from his cock, filling my mouth, and dripping out the corners of my lips along with my own spit and he started to face-fuck me. Rick groaned in pleasure as my throat worked his cock, and my own cock strained against my pants. Though I never would admit it I loved rough sex, I loved being used, and this big hunk of a man was doing just that. After I don’t know how long, he stopped and pulled his cock from my mouth. He dragged me to my feet and kissed me before saying, “Strip.” I shucked the last of my clothing, and stood naked before him, my own modest six and a half inch cock shinny with precum. He kissed me again and then said something that surprised me, “Sit on my face, I wanna work your hole open before I fill you with my fat cock.” I stepped back and he lay down on the floor right out side of the door to where Austin slept. At this point I didn’t care and as soon as he was down I knelt down over him putting my ass right on his face. As his tongue found my hole I bent forward and did my best to swallow his cock again. Rick clearly took pleasure from eating ass and as his tongue danced around my hole I felt myself opening up to him, my sphincter relaxing far quicker then it normally did. Relaxing my hole wasn’t enough for him and he pressed his tongue into me, occasionally slipping a finger in too. I was moaning around his cock, groaning desperately as waves of pleasure crashed over me. It was a good thing that Austin was completely passed out cause there was no way he would have slept through my desperate whimperings and moanings of pleasure as Rick lapped at my hole. Finally I couldn’t take any more of it and I pulled my mouth off of his cock, quickly turning around so that I was now straddling his hips. I kissed him hard on the mouth, rocking my hips back and forth I felt his spit-slicked cock sliding up and down my equally slick crack. When I had spun around I had intended to get him into my room, into my bed, quickly get a condom on his cock and stuff his fat tool deep inside of me, but when I felt his mushroom head make contact with my well loosened hole, I did something that I never do out of a relationship. I pressed back with my hips, pushing my ass onto his cock, Rick locked eyes with me and shifted his pelvis forward a little bit. The head of his cock began to work its way inside of me, stretching me wider and wider as it entered. The thought of stopping seemed impossible, plus he had basically told me that he was going to be dumping a load in Austin tonight, and Austin would mess around with someone who wasn’t safe. I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as his cock sank deeper and deeper into me. When I finally felt his pubes on my taint I felt more full then I had ever before. Rick smiled that same toothy smile and started to rock his hips, fucking his cock into me slowly as I got use to the size of his cock. I felt like he was pulling my intestines out with his cock each time he retreated and punching them back in again with each inward thrust. He pulled me to him and started to kiss me deeply again. Somehow he managed to flip us both over, his arms tight around me, his cock never leaving my hole, so that I was now on my back and he was between my wide spread legs. The gentle fucking was over now. Rick from his new position shifted my legs to his shoulders and left forward essentially bending me in half, and then began to hammer away at my hole. This was how I loved to be fucked, on my back like a whore, taking cock deep and hard. Rick seemed to understand that without my having to explain it to him. He whispered “I’m gonna wreck your hole boy and then give you my gift. You want it boy?” “Yes,” I panted, sweat springing up on my face, “Give me Austin’s birthday present.” He completed my hole, telling me how it fit his fat cock like a warm glove. I could feel myself becoming loose around him, and I squeezed my ass tighter working his cock with my sphincter. I honestly have no idea how long he fucked me on the floor that night, all that I knew is that when he finally growled, “Here comes your present slut,” I had become sweaty, sloppy, mess, begging Rick to use my hole. Rick slammed into me one last time, bottoming out completely and causing me to yelp, as he said, “Take my fucking load bitch!” I felt his cock twitching in my hole and I knew that he was flooding me with six days worth of built-up cum. I moaned and felt my own cock twitch as I shot a load all over my self without even touching my cock. We stayed like that for a long moment, laying there with his cock still buried deep in my now cum filled hole, in a sweaty heap, before finally Rick said, “Damn, you’ve got a better ass even then Austin. I’m gonna have to start breeding your hole regularly.” I laughed, “Why don’t we go crash in my bed for a while. If you’re up for it in the morning we can go for round two.” “Sure thing,” he flashed that toothy grin again and pulled his cock slowly from my hole. I clenched tight as he withdrew trying to keep the massive amount of cum he had shot inside me. I mostly succeeded and I showed him to my room with just a thin trickle of cum running down my leg. Rick walked closely behind me, kissing my neck as we walked, his cock quickly rising to full mast again. By the time we got to the bed he had slipped his cock back into me and was slow fucking my wrecked hole. We did sleep that night but not much, by the time we passed out around seven in the morning I had two more loads in my ass. Together we fell asleep in my bed, Rick’s cock just inches from my well-used hole, the door to my room left wide open in our drunken horniness.

Those of you who have read my other stories have met my girlfriend in them. You know she's beautiful, hiv positive, a flithy pervert and the very definition of the perfect girlfriend, 'good, giving, and game'. She treats me really well, and I do my level best to ensure I do the same for her, but her most recent requested adventure was one of the most difficult and ultimately incredible sexual exploits I have ever been involved in. It all started when I told her about how, until some time last year, I had a habit of once a month going to Steamworks Vancouver for a PNP session with one or two party tops I know. After my wife found out about it, and divorced me, I stopped doing it as frequently, and since entering into my relationship with her, I haven't had any anon sex at all outside of what we have done together. I have decided not to make the same mistakes I made in my marriage, with my new GF, and it's actually been pretty easy. She's very open and accepting, and we have a very trusting relationship despite how short a time we have been dating. She asked for all the sexy details, and much fun was had by both of us as I told her the stories and we fooled around. One result of this conversation was the set of chapters about my ex-wife and her sensory deprivation blindfold gangbang, another result was the adventure we went on last saturday night. As always, a few key elements that don't affect the plot, but which do prevent us or our partners from being doxxed have been made. The events described occurred just as told, though, at least as well as a couple of seriously partied up sluts can remember coherently. Basically, my girlfriend wanted to get into the bathhouse with me, and watch as I played the cumdump for an evening. She also wanted to meet my two top friends, Mr Silver and Mr Black, and maybe get into some trouble with all four of us if possible. Now, I would imagine most of our readers have never been to Steamworks Vancouver, but it's a really nice Bath house. It's also well attended by a lot of hot guys, but unlike other baths I have never seen any CDs or transwomen, or even transmen there. I went on their website, and did some googling. I found out that their policy explicitly says that anyone who identifies as male is welcome, although they do expect trans women and CDs to dress in a more masculine fashion. So I knew that at least there was a *chance* of arranging this. Problem is, my girlfriend is a stunningly beautiful woman. I wasn't sure how easy it was going to be to conceal her extremely female nature. She told me to relax, and that she would handle the disguise. I shouldn't have worried. I got on the phone to my top friends to see what I could arrange, and she disappeared into her bedroom. Soon to be 'our bedroom', by the way, when my lease is up. Yeah, we're moving in together 'Mr Black!', over the phone he was a little out of breath,'Catch you at a bad time?' 'Nope, just finishing up at the gym, good to hear from you!' I explained our little project and I could practically hear his broad grin over the phone, 'Where the hell do you find these incredible little sluts? I am in for sure, and if you want, I can bring some pharmaceutical T for the party. My G connection is no good these days though...' 'No problem,' I replied, and we figured out how much T we would want for us, agreed on a price, and a date. 'I still have a great G hookup through that girl I know. You bring the T and the infrastructure, I will bring the G, and we can sort out who owes what in a couple days.' We settled on the next saturday evening as out date, and I got on the phone to Mr Silver. 'Mr Silver! I have an unconventional adventure happening this Saturday and would love it if you could come!' I explained in detail, and as with Mr Black, Silver was amazed by my constant ability to find the wildest women in Vancouver and make them mine. He quickly agreed to the time and date, said he wold look into sourcing some quality cocks, and of course bring some party treats of his own to share. Silver is one of the only other people I know who buys MDMA directly from my connection, who manufactures it herself and gives it to me absolutely pure. 'See you there on saturday,' Silver said, and rang off. I made a call to my G dealer, and arranged to pick up a litre (I always buy in bulk, usually one or two litres every 3 or 4 months.) She's a little pricier than some, but I've never caught her watering it down, which is worth it to me. Besides, she's cute as hell, gives great head, and is usually more than willing to seal a transaction with a quick hard fuck. My kind of drug dealer. As I got off the phone, a tall slender twink walked out of my girlfriends bedroom. I stared in disbelief. Wearing a trucker hat, a plaid shirt, and some baggy jeans, my girlfriend had morphed into the kind of tight-assed teenaged barely legal chicken that was going to have all the tops in the sauna panting. Her face looked subtly masculine, there was even a hint of beard stubble. The paint was gone from her nails, her eyebrows had been thickened. I jumped up and kissed her, then flipped her away from me, and bent her over the kitchen table. My hands yanked her jeans down, and I dropped to tongue her asshole. 'Aren't you a handsome young man, I said between licks, as I fumbled at my belt. I grabbed the lube sitting on the table, and slathered it on her asshole, and without ceremony rammed it straight into her asshole. She gasped, and in an artificially low voice began that cliche masculine 'yeah man, oh yeah man, fuck me with that big cock man' chant you see in all the movies. It was so hot, I had never thought to role play with her as a dude! She began slamming back at me, then grunted in manly tones as she came, then begged me for my load in 'her tight teen ass'. I groaned and filled her/him. I pulled out, spun her around, and said 'Yeah, you'll pass...'

Can anyone self fuck or have any experience trying it? I've been able to do it for 5+ years though I don't do it that often. I have cum in my self multiple times. Wanting to try it while getting bred by another cock, that would be super hot. You can find an old vid and a new vid of me doing it at my Xtube page.

I want to have my limits pushed and being the cock sucker in this

Tucker is just a hole to take what ever the top wants, be it cock or fist shoved in as far as the top wants. This is real fisting. Tucker should be ready to take a horsecock now.

Thanks for the rep Alpha. Good hunting fella xx xx

"Dude! Why are you jerking off in my bathroom, when I could just as easily give you a blow job?!"

This is well written; good plot and great sex

In your sex life, in your past experience, you've certainly felt pride at some time for what you were doing. This feeling when you know you've done something good, for yourself, or for other people. When do you feel the most pride in your sex life? It could be just servicing a top, hearing him thank you. Or being a non-load refused slut, who will one's only chance to fuck someone. Regarding my experience, I feel the most pride when one of my slut turns into a real faggot. At the beginning they might just want soft sex, not much breeding. But with some skills, i sometimes manage to make them crave dicks and cum like never before. I like thinking i contributed to the birth of new cumdumps for men to use. I also feel pride when I'm whoring out a pig to other men, and he manages to serve them as told, getting their loads, insults and compliments. Always happy to provide a good slut to other men. What about you? In what moment do you feel pride?

Being a cum dump is just that a place for a top to insert his DNA. There is nothing HOTTER than having a mans cum in you, feeling it ooze out your sloppy hole, and knowing that it is the best lube available for another man to drop his load. I love getting fucked, but i LOVE getting bred!!!

Love how the BBD top cums all up in that white pussy/cunt! http://deejpluto.tumblr.com/post/157842760380/white-dude-got-his-life-keep-them-legs-up

No! I want to know he left his seed in me. I love that "Jiz Joy" feeling

Found the video of two hot lad bb fucking on a train!!! https://www.thumbzilla.com/video/1970341301/train-station-bareback-fucking-part-3

Hiya ... thanks for the follow! xx xx

Went to the doctor the other day for my preventative care check and decided to get tested -- still neg. Now to re-up my chase!

My biggest passion is using my cock and balls for what they are made.

3 months since my castration. So far it has been great. Other than my current "dry spell" have had a lot of great cock. Have not gotten hard or cummed since then. Proud to be a POZ EUNUCH.

I love whe. I convince a guy to cheat for the first time.

would love to fill you with my strain so you can pass it all along. Would take your load too.. add to what I'm carrying.

Keep in PrEP was supposed to be used with a condom as well. Not just taking prep and going BB

Friday evening After waking up for the second time that day I felt sore, used and confused, I was now divorce with some sex workers poz load in my ass. My head swum at what that mean, I couldn’t even digest what was going on in my life it was all just too much to handle at once. It was around 6 pm when the fog cleared enough in my head to think of anything to do, the first thing that popped in was the mundane task of getting the mail. Simple enough thing and easily done….small steps I guess. I opened my front door and there was another supplement delivery form next door, this time with a note. “Ran into your ex as we were leaving, sorry to hear neighbor. Mixed these up figure you might want to just get a run in and clear your mind. Let us know if we can help” There were a total of six bottle altogether and this time they were a much darker yellow brownish tinge, I wonder if they made them extra strength knowing I need a boost. Forgetting about the mail I grab the gift and went inside putting 5 in the fridge and, thinking that a run sound like a good idea started drinking one. Gah these must be stronger they tasted a lot more acrid, the pleasant warmth filled my belly and I went upstairs to put on my running gear. Once I had my blank jock and tank top on I grabbed my big butt plug and worked it in my hole. Didn’t want cum leaking down my leg on a trail. Then stepped in my shorts and shoes. I know they said only drink one and these were made stronger it seems but with the day I was having I grabbed a second one from the fridge and quick chugged it. And just like that I was off. I took the same way that Tom and Mike and shown me the other day, my wind was really good and soon sweat was dripping of my body and my tank was soaked. Those water bottles really did the trick though, between the running and the supplements my mind was clearing up, letting me focus just on my running and movement, of course this also meant the movement of the plug in my ass which felt amazing as it was worked around. Working my way through the woods I followed the same trail as before and found my way over to the highschool. There I did some stretches and then some pushups and squats just for some muscle work. Having drank two bottle I started to feel like I had to piss so turned around and started back down the path. It was about 7 at this time and the sun was still up but on the horizon heading towards night. Jogging along the urge to piss for more and more urgent, not helped any by the plug in my hole. I was about half way through the woods when I noticed an off shoot and decided to chance it and take a quick piss. I slowed to a walked and walked the meandering path in a bit. It came to what looked like a bit of a clearing, I quickly pulled my short down ad bit and fished my cock out. Took awhile to get a stream going as I was half hard but once it started damn that felt good, man I must had had to go more than I thought I was pissing for a good minute when I heard a noise behind me. Startled I turned and saw an older guy come through the trail. He was maybe like 50s decent shaped dressed similar to mem he looked down at my pissing cock and then back up and me and winked. With that he went a bit away from me and started to piss as well. Fuck that was close , thank god he was just int eh same spot as I was. Unfortunately his appearance my my cock go hard again and I had to strain to get my flow started. Suddenly I jumped as I felt his hot breath on my ear “Need help with that?” Without a word or asking his hand reached around and grabbed my cock, instinct and my inner slut took over as moaned and leaned into his body. He smelled of sweat from running and it was like poppers, I moaned as he worked my shaft and his mouth nibbled on my ear. “Haven’t seen you in here before, you must be new. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Would you like that? Want Daddy to take care of you Son” “Oh yes please” I gaped breathlessly as his hand worked me slowly making me writhe against him, his other hand reached down the waist band on my shorts cupping my and agoign to my hole. “Fuck what do we have here, must be my lucky day. Bend over boy” His tone made me do as he said and without a thought in my head I bent forward. He pull my shorts all the way down showing my ass and the handle of the plug. “MMmmmmm jackpot, fucking slut bottom boy running with a plug in his ass. We are going to have some fun. Stay just like that boy.” He backed away a bit and I turned to see him taking a pic with his cam and typing into his phone, I started to straighten up and he was on me, turned me around and slapped me hard across the face. I saw stars and before I could regain my composure he pushed me to the ground and whipped his cock out. “Suck that cock slut boy” His cock wasn’t that big but it was uncut, sticking out of a silvered bush. My mouth watered and I stuck my tongue out and licked under the foreskin tasting his sweat, piss and precum. I moaned around his cock and began to take more and more of it into me. My Daddy threw his head back and lifted his arms showing dense pit fur. I hint of humiliation hit me as I realized I was still hairless from the neck down. I heard a rustling coming from the trail and Daddy just looked down and smiled at me. Through the break in the trees came two younger guys about college age, they looked similar enough that they must be brothers. “Glad you could join me, look what I found sons” My eyes grew big as it hit me, these were this guys kids and he had texted them to help in using me. The short of the two came around back and lifted me up still bent over blowing his father. He grabbed the plug and pulled it out in one quick motion . My muffled scream not stopping anything as the first son shoved his cock in my hole and started fucking me. Being young he didn’t last one and grunted adding more cum to my ass. He pulled out and his brother took his place, his cock was thick and a moaned as it hit my prostate making my own cock leak into my jock. At this point his father started to speed up the abuse of my mouth and I could hear his breathing picking up. His son redoubled his effort and the two flooded me at the same time. The father’s cum was sweet and I gobbled it down as I fell the older son fill my hole with a second load. “Good job boys should be fun for the rest. Lets go” Spent I dropped to my knees as the three put themselves back together. My hole felt empty and I grabbed the buttplug and started working it back in my hole. It felt so good I started fucking my hole with it bouncing on it sweat dripping form me , my eye glazed over I watch as the three left the clearing. I sat back down on my heels wondering what to do when I heard someone approach again. The guy that came through the clearing was about my age but very much not a runner. He wasn’t fat but not in great shape. He leered at me and smiled, grabbing his crotch. My mouth watered and I zeroed in on it as he unzipped and pulled out a decent sized dick and walked it over to me. Without thinking I started sucking, wanting more cum needing to get more in me. A bottle of poppers was placed at my nose and I took a big hit, then another, then another. Y head swam as I sucked harder and hard. The guy moaned and thrust his cock dripping precum in my mouth. Hands again grabbed my ass and lifted me. Someone else must have come into the clearing. I felt the plug pulled from my ass, my tank was pulled from me and the plug was place in that on the ground. A cock lined up and shove in me. It felt great, sliding in my worn hole I moaned around the cock in my mouth as the man shot his cum. It was bitter and watery but I swallowed it down. He stepped away and was replaced by another cock. I no longer noticed the guys just the cock. I was in a daze, I felt horrid and dirty thinking of sucking all these dicks without knowing the guy, without being attracted to them. The guy using my mouth had a belly that would hit my forehead with each thrust. The guy in my ass grunted and I felt his cum added to my hole. At this point I stood up and needed a breather. The light was fading but I could make out a couple more guys, no one I would have picked up at the bar. A hand came around my chest and the bottle was placed to my nose. I heard the command breathe……and I did. The bottle was held there as I inhaled forcing me to take hit after hit, my head swam and my breathing increased. “There you go, that’s the ticket now bend back over and let us finish shooting our dirty loads in that hole. You know you want it slut boy “ I leaned over and grabbed my ankle as another cock entered me. A sigh escaped my lips and the rocking continued. The slapping fo their flesh against my ass. Working the loads deep in me. Tears formed at my eyes as the man grunted cumming in me and slapped my ass hard “Who wants to knock this cunt up next”………..

After the two fucks my hole was not sore, but was twitching for more, my arms and legs on the other hand ached - from being immobilized. Part of me wanted free from this position to be able to moved during the next fuck, but my cock just wanted to stay just like this. I don’t know how I hadn’t shot a load everywhere during those fucks, but I hadn’t - my only guess was I was focused on my hole and not my cock the whole time. My eyes darted around after hearing a click, searching the reflections for the movement of the next mirror. I was shocked and horrified as the first mirror opened again and in stepped the brute from the first fuck again. He was carrying a black container, which concealed the contents. “you ain’t getting my dick again you whore so stop smirking!” He kneeled down behind me and blew a hot breath on my hole, causing it to pucker. I could see in the reflection that he pulled a baster from his boot and put it inside the container, sucking up what looked like cum. WTF. “this is the last loads of cum that the AIDS hospice extracted from their patients while on their death beds - we saved them for a fucker like you” I felt the pointed end of the baster enter my hole as he squeezed the bulb on the end, adding the cum to his and Mr. Skeletons’ loads. I had braced myself for the coldness, but the cum was warm, almost body temp. Was this cum that fucking fresh? Once the baster was empty he filled again and added one more baster full of AIDS cum to my ass. Once this task was completed, he rose and left the room, leaving me with his toxic load, Skeleton’s AIDS load and who the fuck knows how many death loads, to wait for the final fuck. With another click, I knew I was in for another fuck of my life. I saw a mirror opening, waiting for the next beast to walk through. To my surprise it looked like a normal man, of average size, cut not built like a muscled beast, healthy looking not emaciated, furry not smooth. His face was covered by a mask - something that you would see during Mardi Gras and was wearing black boxer briefs. He moved across the room, stopping at my ass and started shaking his head as if passing judgement. He reached down, untied the gag in my mouth and removed it. I started to work my jaws to ease up on the stiffness that had settled in. He reached behind and pulled out a strip of black fabric, then lowered in front of my face positioning it in front of my eyes. - NOW a blindfold, I thought, what the fuck will he be doing? He tied it tight behind my head and adjusted the front to insure I could not see any fucking thing. I was going to have to use my other senses to figure out what the fuck was going on. Concentrating, I thought I heard him pull off his underwear and toss them aside. Fuck this was killing me - I wanted to see - not hear. I listened closer only to be surprised by cold touch metal rubbing in my crack. My enemy panic returned for a visit and collaborated with my mind to convince me that he had a knife and was going to murder me. I struggled to move and break from my prison. His hand slammed me back down on the box and held me there as this cold metal moved more and more, zeroing in on my well used and cum filled hole. I felt him shake the metal against my hole and then drove in deep. I screamed in anticipation of pain that would come from the knife, but there was none. All I felt was his cock sliding in and out of my hole. Driving deeper and deeper, until I felt it slide completely out and I knew then it was the ring of a P.A. on his cock, but was not smooth, it felt roughed up as fuck. “going to drive all that cum deep into you, all the while scratching up your innards” saying to me in a deep voice. His fuck became more and more violent like the last fucker. Pulling his pierced cock out and driving it in, over and over and over. It never ended. His P.A. would rub up against my swallow hole. I moaned more and more as he continued to fuck my hole. I could feel cum pouring out of my hole, running down my balls. He pulled his cock out and said: “we can’t have this” - while scooping the cum off my cock and balls and shoving it back in my hole. He repeated this a couple of times, then rammed his pierced cock back in deep. This man had some staying power when it comes to fucking or he could control his cumming. It felt like an eternity of constant pounding. My mind wanted it to continue, but my hole was getting sore and wanted it to stop. Yet it continued. I heard a bell ring after a long period of time - coming from somewhere behind the mirrors. “thats the 45 minute mark, how much longer do you want dicked?” his deep voice growled “I can go all night” I moaned as he picked up speed, his ring was hitting new spots inside me and I was experiencing new sensations that I had never felt. I was moaning more and more like a cat in heat and wanted more cock. I knew that this fucking had to end sometime. Grabbing my hips he started to fuck harder and faster, until he slammed into me four or five times while shooting his load deep into me. “this unmedicated load will help with your exposure” After he pulled out, I thought he left the room, but soon felt the metal ring rub against my lips, instinctively my lips parted and he rammed his semi hard cock deep in my throat. His hands grabbed the side of my head and started to face fuck me as his cock became stiff. I felt the ring his in my throat, his face fucking was more brutal than his ass fucking. I fought hard not to gag or even puke all over his legs, in fear of what would happen. It wasn’t long until his cock stiffened more and he pulled half way out as his poz load shot all over the back of my throat then slid down to my gut. “if your fuck hole didn’t convert you, then a raw ripped throat might - doesn’t hurt to do both ends” he said as he ripped his cock from my mouth raking his P.A. against my teeth. I hear him move across the room and exit, leaving me a right where he found me. The only thing I could do was wait to see if and when someone would release me from my cuffs.

Panic started to sit in, as my mind raced and the shaking returning. I wish I had my poppers to relax me. There was not turning back now. Time again felt as if it was standing still. I didn’t know how long I was going to be in here alone, bound, naked and horny as fuck. The silence was deafening and was broken by a click. A mirror to my right started to move and my eyes were glued to the reflection of this in the mirror before me. My breathing became heavier as the mirror revealed the monster behind it. He was fucking huge. From my position I could only guess that he was over 6’5” and his body was so massive that he looked as if he had been on steroids from birth. From his chin down, his body was covered in tattoos and once he stepped in and shut the mirror, I could see that his back side was the same as the front. I could not see his face, he wore a hood that covered it from the bottom of his nose to the middle of his neck in the back, as well as the sides of his head. His eyes were visible through two hole and they were as black as the hood. On his feet he wore combat boots and in the middle was a jockstrap. At one time it had been white and new, now it was stained in red in some spots, yellow in others, and was so worn that it looked as if it would fall apart with one tug. Strings were hanging everywhere. What was inside the pouch was barely being contained. The side of the pouch were stretched so far from his body, that as he stood there one of his balls slipped out. I watched him walk the short distance from where he entered to where I was, stopping next to my head. I could feel the heat of his body as he stood close to me. I turned my head as he squat, watching his pouch as it went by. I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. Slowly he ran his hand along his thigh until he reached the pouch. Grabbing it he pulled it aside, and his cock and balls fell out. His cock was as massive as his body. His cock was twitching as it got harder and harder. Once it was rock hard, a good 11 inches rock hard, it started to jump as an evil grin came across his face. The cock was not only 11 inches but was as thick as a boys arm. Where the fuck did they breed this monster. I wanted his cock in my mouth, I drooled just thinking about how ripe it would taste, how it would stretch open my mouth. I wanted to feel it jammed down my throat, choking me, turning my face blue. I wanted to feel my throat open and his balls slap my chin as he face fucked me, while tears ran down my checks. I was snatched back to reality by something sharp running down my back, right down my spine, causing chills to sweep through my body. Looking up in the mirror I could see it was his fingernail that had been sharpened to a point, it continued until he reached the start of my ass crack, it was then we locked eyes and his fingernail slowly moved until it was at my hole, which was puckering in and out. Fuck I was turned on, I could only imagine the puddle on the floor of pre-cum. Without warning, he stabbed his nail into my puckering hole, at first there was some resistance, but that gave way with by the force that he added. He drove his digit knuckle deep into me, all the time moving his finger around inside - that’s when little waves of pain started to register in my mind. My eyes grew wider. Breaking our eye contact I looked back at his monster cock to take my mind off the pain that was coming more and more, only to find that it was leaking, his pre-cum was so thick, that it went from the piss slit to the floor without breaking and was puddling. He continued the assault on my hole, now finger fucking me so hard that he was pushing my body forward, pinching my cock against the corner of the box. After about five minutes of this, he pulled his finger out, leaving my hole empty. Grabbing my chin with his other hand he forced open my mouth and stuck the finger from my hole in. Greedily I sucked on it, too turned on to register the taste of blood from my hole. Once his finger was clean he withdrew his digit. I watched his reflection as he reached into his boot and pulled out a rounded wooden bit that had leather straps on each end. Again grabbing my chin, he forced open my mouth, shoving the wood in as far back as it would go. He moved quickly over me, straddling my back. I could feel his monster cock resting on my back, leaking its fuck juice. Grabbing the leather he tied them tightly behind my head. Task complete, he slowly moved, dragging his cock down my back until it was resting at the top of my ass crack. My heart was racing, I could see sweat forming on my forehead, and my hole was twitching, pulsing in and out. His evil grin returned as he spit on his fingers then wiped his spit on my hole. He grabbed his cock in his hand he lined up the head against my hole, his other hand pressed down on my back as I bit down on the wood in my mouth. I could feel him pressing hard against my hole, which was resisting until the hand on my back lifted off and slapped my ass hard, that’s when my hole gave way. Feeling my hole opening he pressed harder, driving his monster cock into my hole. There was not waiting for me to adjust to the sheer size of his cock, he continued to drive in. The pain was intense, I felt as if I was being ripped in two. I bit harder, and tried to scream, but nothing came out. I had no clue if he had one inch or ten inside me. In one swift move, he drove all the way in and dropped his body on top of mine. “take the pain, motherfucker, take the pain” My body was sweating, my heart racing, my mind was drifting as I involuntarily rolled my eyes back. A slap against my head brought me back to the situation I was in. His cock was moving in and out of my fuck hole, pulling it out until his cock head was pulling the inside of my hole outwards and then he would drive in balls deep. Over and over he would assault my hole. Minutes ticked by and I began to relax, my hole began to relax, and pain turned to pleasure. Sensing this he picked up speed, ramming his cock in and out. At one point he would take that massive fuck stick out and ram it back in balls deep. My silent screams turned to moans of pleasure! Pleasure I had never felt, his massive cock had opened my hole to new senses and I never wanted it to stop. I could feel his cock getting thicker and thicker and I knew that this power fuck was coming to and end. His cock moved faster and faster as his breath increased. Grabbing me by both shoulders, this monster slammed his cock balls deep, groaning: “take that toxic load, you fucking cock whore” He kept pressing his crotch against my ass, as if he was trying to climb in my hole as I felt the pulsing of his cock shooting his cum deep into my wrecked hole. I counted at least nine pulses of his cock, fuck me - it had to be a huge load of toxic cum. Slowly he pulled slightly out as he came down from his intense climax, then pushed back in just as slow, he continued this each time pulling out further and and further, until he pulled completely out. I feel a small amount of his load running down my balls and cock. Without words, he turned and left through the mirror he entered through, leaving me exhausted and still tied to the box.

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Michaels hard cock was scratched and red, grinding into the dirt and leaves. Every few seconds Chris would slam his cock as far as he could into the tired boy, slowly sliding his body across the rough dirt. With each thrust Michael felt himself about to blow his own load, until he felt the scraping ground on his cock and chest which snapped him out of his pleasure. The drugs Michael had been given were in full force now and he was higher than he had been before. He’d messed around with chems a little, but not to this extent and Chris was taking full advantage of his new chem slut. Fucking him into the dirt for 30 minutes. As he felt himself about to come he contemplated if he should now or wait. The boys whimpers as he slid his thick cock in and out of the wrecked cunt gave him his answer as he felt his body tense. Slamming his hand down on the back of the boys neck and digging into his flesh, Chris grunted and pushed his cock into the fuck hole as it pulsed cum into the boys guts. The whore bit it’s lip, and pushed its pussy back, savouring the end of the rape like fuck it had just been given before the cock was ripped from his worn pussy and his head yanked back. “Look at it” The whore stared at the semi hard cock covered in white and red, knowing his hole must be ruined. Chris said nothing but pressed the cock against the whore’s lips. Once it was properly clean he lifted the tweaked boy up and put his hand on the throat of the tweaked slut. “Want more?” The whore’s face and torso were scratched and covered in dirt, the boy looked at the ground in shame. “Look at me slut.” The boy looked up into those brown eyes again. “This is what you are. – Move” And with that the boy was being pulled forward by the neck, nude, his clothes, wallet and phone with his Master, as he stepped into lights and towards a jeep. Chris opened the door and pushed the boy into the back after laying a towel down across the seat. The boy, high and exhausted, laid silently as the car drove. The boy awoke in a shower, on the ground, water spraying on him. He was groggy and his head hurt. He looked around him and saw he was in a bathroom, a toilet, a shower, sink, all white tiled. He knew this must be Chris’ place. He wondered how long he had been passed out under the torrent of warm water. He stood and went to turn the tap off, noticing his hands were tied in front of him, he studied the red stripes and marks along his wrist from the constant restraint. With effort he managed to turn the handle and stop the water. He stepped onto the cold tile and took a towel off of the floor. Again with difficulty he tried drying himself. The door opened and his Master walked in, took the towel and began to dry him. Paying special attention to the boys hair, and almost rubbing the cuts on the boys chest harder than needed. When Michael was dry, he was taken into a large room, on one wall was a table, with toys, cameras, a computer and other items. In the centre of the room was a mattress on the floor. Michael guessed it was a bedroom but aside from the table and mattress, it was bare. He shivered as he looked over the toys and the mattress, knowing he was about to be used. Chris handed the boy a bottle of orange liquid and told him to drink. “What is it?” The boy finished his question only to feel the back of his Masters hand crash into the left side of his face. “I said drink. Not ask me a question.” Michael took a sip and Chris grabbed the bottle and held it to the boy’s mouth until it understood and drank it all. “Good slut. Now sit in the middle of the mattress.” Michael stepped onto the mattress, which he could now see was stained a little but nothing major, he sat cross legged in the centre. Chris moved to the table, and back, holding a camera pointing it at the boy. “Now slut, you can ask not to be filmed but it won’t change anything, so you might as well comply.” Michael nodded. “How many men have you engaged with sexually in the last 12 hours?” Michael stared at the camera confused and muttered “3” looking down as he said it. “And you were receptive?” “Yes.” Michael answered. “Were any of the encounters unprotected?” Michael hesitated before acknowledging that “Yes, all three Sir” “Did you request any to wear a condom?” Chris smirked as he asked the question. “No sir” “Why?” Michael paused. He didn’t know what to say.. He stammered “I... I was too horny.. I wanted their cum." “Were any of them HIV Positive, or infected with anything else?” “Ye sir, they were positive… I, I don’t know about anything else.” Chris had the boy. He turned and put the camera on the tripod. “You’re a whore aren’t you boy?” Chris could see the T laced Gatorade was kicking in and the boy was sweating a little. “I’m going to own you boy, and destroy you like you want. That starts now.” Chris walked to leave the room, leaving the boy sitting in front of the camera as it slowly lost it’s head in the drugs. As well as playing the recording live to a few fucked up websites, Chris had it playing on the TV of the living room/waiting room. He took his laptop and began working while off and on replying to messages of guys looking to use the whore. All the adverts were the same. ‘Don’t kill him, but other than that enjoy.’ It wasn’t long before the first guest arrived and was entering the room. The boy was visibly fucked out of his mind and was so eager to suck the strangers cock it almost made Chris proud. Before long though the man, wearing a ski mask, got down to what he came to do. He kicked the boy hard in the side, pushing it down on the ground and forced one of the toys up the whore’s cunt, dry. Michael screamed and rolled to his side, winded and terrified. This had changed so quickly. His cunt was assaulted with the dry thick dildo, before the stranger pulled it out and replaced it with his cock. Chris would intermittently watch the show; men raping Michael, beating him, Michael begging. He kept headphones on so he didn’t hear the screams, even asked one of the John’s to gag the whore if he was going to be rough. The guys waiting for their turn, sat around in the room beating off and watching the whore be used. They were each offered a ski mask before entering, and when they were done – Chris would check the camera to see that the whore was still functioning, collect the $60 and nod for the next guy to enter. A couple of times Chris walked into the room and gave the whore another drink to keep it flying. Each time the boy would beg him for it to stop before Chris would slip a finger in it’s cunt, put it to it’s lips and tell it what a good whore it was being. The boy sat staring at it’s master, sucking the cum off of his finger before falling face down again and presenting his cunt, hoping the next man would just want to fuck him and not beat him. 12 men fucked him in a row over 18 hours. The Whore was so filled with drugs and cum it was passing out. It awoke, not for the first time, with a cock in it’s cunt, but this time, with 3 others in the room. Each of the men were average at best, and he couldn’t see the one filling him. One of the men walked over to the boy and put his cock on the sluts lips. Wiping his pre-cum on them before sliding it in it’s mouth. “We’ve all got gifts for you. Each one of us something special to give you.” The boy sucked as tears welled in his eyes. “Your Master asked us to come over and showed us the video of you talking about the toxic cock you let in you. He told us we needed to make you sick. That you deserved it. Is that right Michael?” He sounded insulting and teasing as he said it, the boy sucking on his cock as he said these nasty things, Michael was disgusted. But he was more disgusted that he was still sucking on the mans cock, the mans diseased cock, he didn’t stop. The cock in his hole pulled to the tip, and slid back in, making the whore moan. The cock was removed from his mouth and a camera placed at his face. “Fuck you’re disgusting. Is this really all your worth? Is that right you piece of fucking trash?” The boy whimpered into the camera and nodded, tears welling in his eyes half moaning half sobbing as the cock withdrew from his ruined cunt. WHACK the boys back was caned, leaving a bright red welt. “I SAID IS THAT WHAT YOU FUCKIN DESERVE? TO BE FILLED WITH DISEASE AND RUINED?” Michael whimpered, he was crying. “Yes sir" The cock slid in his cunt again and he moaned. The camera caught the moment the whore gave in completely. Disgusted with itself, shamed but still moaning and whimpering while it's pussy was filled.

I never thought I'd be the guy who takes random guys' bare cocks and their cum. I thought I'd be a safe sex, monogamous bottom forever. Not so much. LOL. I met Justin on a4a. I was actually looking for guys to go on dates with and he was a negative top who didn't have anything picked when it came to safe sex/anything goes. He was sexy, 5'10", brown, brown, and had a slim body. He also had a 7.5" fat cock. We chatted on a4a and he seemed pretty cool and smart. We set up a date and met up for dinner and drinks. We really hit it off and we went for another drink after dinner. I was feeling the booze and didn't eat much at dinner, so when we got to talking about sex I told him he could fuck me bareback if he wanted. He said fuck yeah he wanted to fuck me bareback. We left the bar, went to my place and he fucked me bareback and came in my ass. Justin and I didn't work out as boyfriends because he drank and partied too much for me, but we did fuck a lot. He became my first real fuck buddy. He'd come over and I'd ride his cock, he'd fuck me on my back, doggie, bent over a table, every way possible. I liked being on my back the most with Justin because when he fucked me you could see his flat stomach flex it's abs. It was so hot to watch him fuck me. We stopped seeing each other as fuck buddies once he got a boyfriend, but we remained friends. I dated and fucked around, still looking for that elusive hot top boyfriend, and Justin always asked about my sex life when we'd hang out together. He loved hearing about me taking loads from guys I met at bars and online. I told him everything. Justin and his boyfriend lasted about a year. As soon as they broke up, he was over at my place riding my ass and breeding me. We were in bed after a hot fuck and he asked if I had any fantasies. I told him that I wanted to get fucked bareback in public and have the guys around know I was getting fucked bareback. He said "That's hot, especially since you are so preppy and clean cut that most guys would probably be shocked to know what a cum dump you are." We got so turned on that he turned me face down and slid his hard cock inside me again and fucked me. A few weeks later, I ran into Justin at a bar in his neighborhood while I was out with a few guys I knew (but not well). These guys and I had all just been at a mutual friend's party and had some drinks, so we were feeling good. Justin was drunk, but not sloppy yet. As we all hung out and drank the guys were all hitting on me and Justin and buying us drinks. We were having a good time and when the bar closed we decided to go to another, sleazier bar up the street. Justin loves this place. It's pretty big upstairs, three bars and there is a sex room downstairs. I'd only been down there once and only to see what it was like. It's the kind of sex room where you have to take your shirt off to get inside but it's clean and just feels like a sterile bathroom when you are in it. By this time, it's pretty late and since this bar is one of the only ones still open it is getting a decent crowd. Justin and I are making out by this point and his hands are all over my ass and down the back of my pants. The other guys we are with can see all of this and one of them, Rob, said, "I knew you were a bottom. You're so hot. I really want to get my cock in you." "Maybe another time," I replied, explaining "I'm going home with Justin tonight." We all danced and drank a round or two of shots. Justin said, "Let's go downstairs. You rubbing your ass on my cock has me really horny." I hesitated. Justin said, "Come on. We can play out your fantasy." I immediately got hard. I asked if he was sure and he just took my hand and down the stairs we went. I took off my polo and Justin took off his tee shirt at the door to the room. As soon as we got in the room, I opened his jeans and took out his hot cock(no underwear and he was wearing a cock ring). He pushed me against the wall and we made out and I stroked his cock. He pushed me to my knees and I sucked his cock. He loves blowing loads in my mouth, but tonight he was going to fuck me and I needed to get him pretty wet. I was sucking him and we started to get a small group of guys watching us. Some older, some chubbier, some hot; but all watching me suck Justin's hot cock. Justin pulled me up and turned me around. I undid my jeans and slid them off my ass showing off my jock strap. (There are condoms and lube packets all over this bar). Justin opened a lube packet and lubed his cock and my asshole. I heard one of the guys say, "I think they are going to fuck bareback." Justin said, "If he wants to, we can." I reached back and slipped his cock in my ass. I winced and had to get used to it, but I was ready for his fuck pretty quickly. Justin asked if I liked his cock. I moaned that I did. He said, "You like getting fucked bareback don't you?" "Yeah," I replied. Justin repeated his question to me several times, insisting I repeat myself, and expressly say much I liked getting bare cock in my ass. The guys watching us were getting really turned on. I couldn't see them all, but I could see that a few were stoking their cocks and others were starting to make out. Justin fucked me against the wall like that for a while. He stopped and told me to take off my jeans so he could spread my legs more. I was nervous about this but I did it. I was now in my jockstrap and Converse shoes. I leaned back against the wall and spread my legs. Justin slid his cock back in my ass and started pounding my ass. He made me say again that I loved getting fucked bareback. Then Justin said, "I'm going to cum in you bitch." I said, "Please cum in my ass. Don't pull out." He rammed his cock home inside me and groaned filling me up with his cum. I hadn't cum yet and was really horny. Rob, one of the guys we'd been hanging out with all night, came up and said "That was fucking hot. Can I fuck him too?" Justin said, "Sure. I don't own him." Justin slipped his cock out of me, made sure I was cool with it, and stood next to me and kissed me. I made out with Justin as Rob ran his cock over my ass crack. He opened a lube packet and spread the lube on his cock. He said, "Since I know how much you like getting fucked bareback I guess I don't need a condom." "No, you don't," I replied as his cock slipped in my ass. Now, his cock wasn't as thick or long as Justin's but still it felt good, especially as while Rob was fucking me, Justin and another bystander began making out, which made the experience all the more of a turn-on. Rob pushed me over some and pulled my ass out more and started pulling his cock all the way out and slamming it back in. I was loving it and moaning. Rob started speeding up and he said, "You want my cum, don't you?" "Yes," I replied, but like Justin, Rob insisted I repeat my 'yes' several times, so I did, over and over, louder each time, and by the Rob shot his load in my ass I was all but shouting. Then he unceremoniously withdrew. I still hadn't cum, but I was loved getting fucked. I looked around hoping to see Justin but instead saw another guy, probably in his late 40s. He had stepped behind me, and had positioned his cock at my hole. I didn't know him, but that didn't matter. Rather I compulsively I pushed back on his cock and the head popped in. I knew he was in me bareback. He just started fucking me, grunting as he did "You're one fuckin' hot slut - my cock loves your hole." Then he leaned forward, pulled my face to the side, and kissed me, sliding his tongue as deep into my mouth as we could manage. I sucked on his tongue, thinking of it as a very muscular cock as he kept fucking my ass. I found myself moaning into his mouth as he paused and muttered "I'm going to cum." "Blow inside my ass," I replied. Slapping my ass cheeks, he did just that, giving me every drop of his load. A bystander asked if we knew each other, and the top replied as he withdrew from my ass "No, but thanks, slut. That was good." Another guy stepped up and his bare cock slipped inside my ass. He came in me too. Then another cock and another cock. Then I heard a familiar voice. I looked back and it was one of the summer interns from the firm. He said, "Fucking hot ass man. I wanted to fuck you all last summer. Now you're going to take my poz cock." I don't even remember this intern's name, but he slipped his bare poz cock in my cum filled ass and fucked me silly. This guy was really hot and he really knew how to fuck. He must've fucked me for 20 minutes. It was starting to hurt a bit and he reached around and started jerking my cock. He said, "For such a slutty bottom you have a great fat cock." He jerked me and fucked me. Just as he was cumming in my ass, Justin showed up and asked if I was okay. As the intern semi-collapsed on my back, his sweaty chest leaving me soaked, I replied "Yeah, I'm absolutely fine." Justin got on his knees and started giving me head. I blew my load with the intern's cock still inside me. He said, "Holy crap you just totally worked my cock when you came." He asked if I wanted another load from him. I said sure and he fucked me pretty fast and gave me another load. Justin then pulled me off his cock, turned me around and kissed me. "Did you get what you wanted? Was the experience as hot as your fantasy?" Justin asked. "If possible, it was even more so," I replied. Then Justin and I dressed and left, taking the intern in tow, the three of us going back to my place. The three of us fucked all night and most of the next day, eventually passing out in my bed. It was a really hot night. I really am a cumdump now. I love it. The end.

3. The Cake Night had fallen again and Austin and I lay in my bed spooning, his cock having just softened enough to slip from my gaping hole a small dribble of cum following it out. “You sure you’re alright,” Austin said, he had asked me this after each of the three more load he had dumped in my hole. “Yeah, I’m sure.” I was more then sure, I had slipped into a cum lust. It was a sensation, a need, a craving that I had never before experienced. With each load I took my lust grew, and I started to gently grind my ass again Austin’s crotch and he held me. “Jesus,” he said, laughing a little, “You can still be horny.” “Well,” I replied sheepishly. Taking one of his hands and leading it down to my still rock hard cock. I had cum several times as he fucked me but that wasn’t enough, it no longer was about me shooting loads but rather me taking them. “Nine loads of POZ cum and you still want more, you’re more of a cumslut then I am.” He laughed. I turned my head awkwardly to kiss him, and I felt his cock beginning to harden again, pressing against my ass cheeks. “I’ve got an idea,” Austin said, breaking out kiss and rolling out of the bed, “stay there, and don’t let any more of that cum drip out of your hole.” He padded out of the room completely naked his half hard cock swinging in a wide arch as he walked. I rolled over onto my stomach and waited. I head Austin wandering around the rest of the apartment, and then a few minutes later he came back into my room, his cell phone in hand. He got back in bed, put his phone on the nightstand and looked at me with a crooked smile. “How about you start sucking my cock again, slut,” he said playfully, “get in nice and hard before I stuff it back in your sloppy cunt.” Austin lay flat stretched out on the bed, and I shifted down so I was on all fours between his legs my face level with his steadily swelling cock. I took the growing meat in my mouth and started to suck, swallowing its full length while that was still manageable. I could feel my jaw stretching as his cock grew in my mouth forcing my lips wider and wider. As I bobbed my head up and down slathering his cock with spit, I heard his phone go off. As I continued to choke myself on his cock he checked the text and sent a quick reply. Another minute or two passed and my jaw was becoming sore stretched around his massive dick, when his phone went off again. Austin again checked his phone, and sent a reply, this time after he put his phone back down he looked at me and said with a wry smile, “Ride my cock.” I quickly jumped into position my legs on either side of his hips, his cock brushing against my ass. I shifted and took hold of his dick in my hand, guiding him to my cum-lubed hole, and sat down on his now fully erect cock. I sank slowly down on the shaft my hole tender from the obscene amount of cock it had taken in the past sixteen hours. When I had fully impaled myself on his cock I began to rock slowly back and forth lubing up his cock with the many POZ loads that still filled my ass. Austin pulled me to him, pressing my chest hard against his, kissing me roughly on the mouth. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me in place as he kissed me. I heard something behind me, out in the rest of the apartment but Austin held me fast. I could sense that there was someone else in the room, but still Austin kept a tight grip on me, slowly bucking his cock in my loose and sloppy hole as he tongue fucked my mouth. Then the weight on the bed changed and I knew that there was someone else in the bed with us. The mysterious stranger moved between Austin’s legs and I felt big rough hands on my ass cheeks. My heart was pounding. I considered running, pulling away from Austin, but despite my fears I didn’t want too. Austin understood my cumlust and had said that he had an idea of how to slake it so I would trust him. Just as I had come to that decision I felt the unmistakable pressure of a cock head rubbing up and down my ass crack. This new cock quickly found my already filled hole, and despite Austin’s thick cock already being lodged inside of me, began to press against my straining sphincter. For a long moment it seemed as though the mysterious stranger’s cock would never be able to breach my hole no matter how hard he pressed until all of a sudden my hole gave way. It was like I was being torn in two. My hole, which until the night before had been a tight sphincter, bust open and became a wide sloppy cunt. I pulled my mouth away from Austin and pressed myself up till my arms were locked straight, arching my back, pressing my ass into the two cocks that now filled my hole. I looked over my shoulder now and saw Rick, a wicked smile playing across his strong handsome face. “Austin told me you couldn’t get enough POZ cock after I bred your cunt last night,” he said, “He and I are gonna wreck you good, and then if that’s not enough we’ll take you to the bathhouse, strap you to a sling and let every cock in the place dump a load in you.” My cock twitched, and my hole pulsed around their fat cock. “You like the sound of that, don’t you?” “Yes,” I replied. Rocking my hips a little to fuck myself on their cocks. “You really are a cumslut,” Austin said. “Alright Austin,” Rick said, putting a hand on my back and pressing me forward so I lay flat on top of Austin’s smooth chest again, “let’s wreck this bitch.” Rick pulled out till just his cock head was inside of me, and then slammed back inside. Pushed forward like I was Austin could buck his hips up and down jack hammering my hole. It took them a few moments to find a rhythm but soon they were pounding me in unison, their two cock moving as one inside of my gaping hole. I screamed and moaned, their cocks battering my prostate and they fucked me. Sweat pored off of all three of us and the stench of sex became the only thing I could smell. We must have fucked like that for almost half an hour before Rick said, “You ready Austin?” “Yeah, let's breed his hole.” Together they slammed into me a few more times, Austin stopping a few strokes before Rick slamming balls deep inside of me. Both of their cocks were thrust past my second sphincter as they shot their massive POZ loads deep inside of me. They each fucked my now destroyed hole one more time that night before dressing me in a dirty old jock of Austin’s; a leather harness; and stuffing a butt plug, so large that the day before I would have questioned why any one would every need something that big, in my hole, and whisking me off to the bathhouse. Rick hoisted me into a sling while Austin attached my arms and legs to the restraints. The plug was then removed and my gaping cum filled hole exposed to the small collection of men who had already gathered around me. By the time I got home the next morning my once tight, condom only hole had been transformed into a cum dripping rosebud. I looked at my hole in the mirror in my bedroom before passing out, reveling the way my swollen ass lips puckered. I ran my finger along the rim of my hole remembering the way my hole had looked in the mirror over the sling as I took my first fist that night. I would never be the same prude again. I called into work; slept most of the day and then that night went back to the bathhouse. I never even bothered getting a room; I just got a locker and went straight to the sling. As I looked at myself in the mirror above me I knew that this would be a regular haunt of mine from then on.