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feeling especially horny today....really wanna bury my raw, hard up dick in some good, tight hole

Went up to the heath last night mid evening after dark. Quiet, but found my way to the fuck tree. I was feeling really horny so just dropped my trousers and leant over the tree looking to get some action. It took a while but after about 10' a couple of guys came up, I could hear them behind me. One came forward, I could see his sneakers as I leant low, and fingered my lubed ass. His fingers brushed my cheeks and I could hear him unzipping. He pushed a finger in and whispered something to his mate and then shuffled forwards. His cock head nudged against my hole he pushed in and groaned. His cock was nicely fat for a first cock, not too fat but enough to fill. His mate came along side and started pulling on his own cock which was a good 8". The first guy was by then thrusting in hard, he kept teasing and then pushing in deep, I groaned and arched my back, and then lent further back, thrusting against his hips. He pushed in deep, said he was going to cum, grunted and held my hips as he spurted. He leaned forwards, as his mate told him to pull out. I reached under my balls and felt his cock slip out, a dribble of cum with it. His mate stepped up, and was obviously really horny by now. He hammered in and I could feel the cum in my ass churning as he pounded me, I leant down to get a deeper feel, his cock slipping in and filling me. He pulled me up and back as he thrust from below and then gasped as he shot his load, I could feel the cum leaking slopping from the previous fuck. " awesome fuck mate" he muttered, pulled out his cock and the cum slipped out. I saw the flash of a camera as he or his mate took a final picture of the trophy hole with the cum splashed around it! A short evening and not much after that, but it was worth it!

The 90's I grew up in a very religious part of the U.S., in a very religious town. I swear there was at least one church on every block. Of course my parents raised me Christian, but it never took. I just never believed any of it. But like a lot of people, I learned how to keep my doubts private and play along for the sake of peace. I had gotten really good at hiding my true self...sort of. I was gay at birth,but never mentioned it. I tried to at like everyone else, however, my voice and mannerisms would sometimes give me away and the whispering really began in high school. I dealt with it as best as I could. I learned to control my body, walk and gestures better, and my voice deepened eventually. And then I graduated and went to college in a very liberal town. Even though I had more freedom there, I continued to 'play it straight'. There was a gay disease going around and I thought I could disguise myself and hide from it. Even though they were deep into Jesus, I still missed my parents and would come home to visit at least once a month. And as oppressive as this town could be, it was still very beautiful in the nicer seasons. There were huge, beautiful trees lining every street. There was also a great park built around a wide creek that ran all the way through the community. On Spring Break I came home and mostly hung out with my friend from high school, Annie. We would walk along the creek and talk about everything. She'd decided to wait a year before going to college to save up more money. So we went there most every day. One time I had to excuse myself and go to little brick building where the restrooms were. After I finished peeing, I checked out the stalls for interesting graffiti. I'd long been fascinated with graffiti even though it usually just consisted of crude drawings of big dicks and the occasional 'suck me'. In the very last toilet stall I found something more interesting: I come here every day at noon to jack off. Would like a blow job My mind raced. What time was it? Oh, it was already 4 in the afternoon. I felt a mixture of relief and regret. Annie and I continued walking, but I didn't talk much. "Why are you so quiet?" "I'm just thinking. What are you doing tomorrow?" "Ugh. I have to work from open to close on Thursdays. But maybe we can go to the drive-in on Friday?" "What's playing?" "Something crappy. It'll be fun. I need to get home pretty soon, Aaron". "OK. I'll walk you to 12th street". The day ended. I ate dinner with my folks and we watched some sitcoms for awhile. I usually stayed up for Letterman, but that night I just showered and went to bed. I lied in the dark and tried to imagine the guy who'd left that writing on the stall wall. I didn't picture a hunk. I pictured a fat, ugly park worker in coveralls with a small dick. I didn't imagine it being like a sexy porn scene, but that didn't keep me from tossing and turning all night. I didn't get up until 10 the next morning. I had to go there. I had to see. An hour later I walked to the park and sat myself at a picnic table almost 20 yards away from the restrooms. I brought a soda and a book with me because I could always just say I came to the park to read. I had a clear view of whoever went inside around noon. 11:40 am I felt some fatigue from not sleeping very well, but tried to read my book. It was hard to make sense of any of the story because I kept checking my watch. It was a stupid novel I'd found at home and I was getting more tired just reading it. 12:01 pm And then a beat-up pickup drove up and parked illegally right there next to the curb. If this wasn't him, it had to be a bizarre coincidence. A super-tall, skinny guy hauled himself out. He was mostly bald, but he looked familiar for some reason. He walked up to the bathrooms, but paused before entering. He looked right at me. I knew him! Todd Robbins. He was in my graduating class. He was a total jock who was among the most popular guys in school. He was a star basketball player, and I'd heard he'd gotten a scholarship to UCLA. Back then, he had a head full of perfect blond curls and the most athletic frame I'd ever seen. All of the girls (and probably a few boys -- including me) were hopelessly in love with him. What had happened? He was still standing there, waiting for me to make eye contact again. As soon as I did, he smirked and made a gesture with his head toward the door to the men's room. Then he went in. Oh God. That walk from the table to the restrooms was so difficult. My hips and legs were barely cooperating. I went in and didn't see him. I knew he was in that last stall. What was the protocol? What were the rules? I remembered that smirk and walked right to the toilet where I knew I'd find him. He was all sprawled out with his pants around his ankles. "Hi, Aaron". I couldn't believe he knew my name. "H-Hi." He was tugging on his fat limp dick. "I'm not getting hard right now, but I will. Let's take a drive". So of course I followed him out to his truck and we left. He held an empty beer can between his legs that he spat his chew in. There was no radio, so the silence was unbearable. "How was UCLA?" "Sucked. The whole state of California SUCKS BALLS! I tell ya'. My luck turned bad the minute I got there". "Like how?" "Like, that school was tough. Classes were way harder than anything we ever had in high school. Also I was only like the sixth or seventh tallest guy on the squad. And way down the list as far as skills go. I was so used to being the best that I got really depressed". "I'm sorry". I really was. "You ain't even heard the worst. I got hurt during practice -- hurt real bad. And so my back was all fucked up and they told me I needed surgery. I had it, but was told a few months later I'd never play again. Didn't matter much since I'd failed all my classes already. But they gave me some excellent pain pills. I mean, they were fuckin' magical. I was in no pain and always in a great mood". "Well, that's good". "Not really. They started to slowly cut me off of them. So I had to go around to different doctors to get more. After that stopped working, I had to start buying them off the street. You can get pain pills just as easily as you can get weed. Only problem is that they cost a lot". "How'd you pay for them?" I almost didn't want to know. "My parents sent me money every month, but then just stopped and told me to move home. So I got more from my grandma, but she's all old and shit and I couldn't drain her bank account. So I started working". "Oh yeah? Doing what?" "It was L.A., right? I was tall and good looking and hung. I made money being a goddamn prostitute. Decent money. I did some stuff I would never repeat to another soul". "Wow". "Yeah, it was nice, but Then I started losing my hair and lost weight and I wasn't so much a high-dollar guy no more. Plus I had so many diseases from sex, that I was spending as much on treating them as I was on painkillers. I figured it was time for a change". We were in the North part of town -- the part everybody called 'The Weeds' because nobody that was unlucky enough to live there seemed to care if their tiny little houses were surrounded by tall noxious weeds. The city didn't even mow the ditches or around the crumbling sidewalks. It was the sad place for sad people. We pulled into a gravel highway in front of an old mobile home. "We're here!" The Weeds. I followed inside and the whole place smelled like Skoal. It was also littered with dirty clothes, giant shoes and pill bottles. Todd walked over to the TV and found a bottle on top that he was looking for. He popped a pill and told me to come relax on the couch for a bit. "We'll talk for a while and then I'll be ready to rock". He rubbed the big bulge in the crotch of his jeans as if I didn't get what he meant. "When did you move back?" "Around Thanksgiving. I lived with my parents for a few months, but they got pissed about all the missing money they kept discovering. Right before they kicked me out, a buddy and I cleared the house of anything valuable, pawned it and split the money. I was gone right after Christmas". "How did you end up in this trailer?" "Another buddy of mine owns it and lets me stay here. You'd be surprised how big the druggie community is around here". "Why did you write that in the park bathroom?" "Oh, I don't know. I bought some pills from a guy there and just wrote it. I knew somebody would go for it...just never imagined it'd be you". The lump in his jeans was growing ever so slightly. "You gotta realize the types of guys I'm used to dealing with. Fat, older dudes with wedding rings. Not young gay boys like you". "I was so in love with you in high school". "I knew that because you'd never make eye contact with me. Girls who loved me did the same thing". He kicked off his size 16 shoes. I stopped to realize that I was in The Weeds with my idol and was just waiting for his dick to get hard. No day turns out like you think it will. "You need a drink, but I'm out of booze. Wait. Hold on for a minute". He left and went into his bathroom. I heard a rattle of pills before he came back. "Kiss me, little man". He bent down and placed a big, open mouthed smooch on my lips. I felt a tiny tablet slide into my mouth. He wouldn't remove his mouth from mine so I just swallowed it. It was small and couldn't be that bad. Plus -- I'd been kissed by The Todd Robbins. "Sit down. I'm ready". I sat and watched him peel off his socks and jeans. He pulled his underwear down a bit and the most beautiful cock in the world popped up. It was amazing to just look at at. "I'm ready for my blow job now, Aaron". I bent over and took the fat head in my mouth. I really had no idea what I was doing, but knew I wanted to take the whole thing if I could. I couldn't. I tried and tried, but couldn't go more than about two inches down. "That felt nice, but let's go get more comfortable in the bed". His "bed" was just a bare mattress on the floor. "Take some clothes off, Baby. You'll feel better". I took off everything and then sat down on the mattress. "Lie back. We're going to 69 for a little while". His cock found my mouth from above and this position made it easier or me to take more of his fat cock. It even hit my throat a few times as he continued stabbing away. It wasn't truly 69'ing because he was so tall that his face was above my shins. He lifted away from me and complimented my natural skills. "You were great, but I need to cum and I can't cum that way". I lied there and noticed I was happy and a little numb. And sleepy. All those pollinating weeds outside were making me feel like a million bucks. "I need to fuck you. How are you feeling?" "The weeds are wonderful. They're not poisonous at all." "OK. You're gone. Just get ready". My legs were way up in the air and I laughed at my toes. Todd had positioned his hips with my mine and that insistent dick of his wanted to enter me through the butt hole. MY butt hole. Fine fine. Whatever. He pushed that monster in and in, and I only briefly felt pain. It was an intense pain -- like a tearing, but it went away -- thanks to the weed pollen. I wanted to live in a field of giant weeds. He was sweating profusely and pumping away, trying to get his cum to get out. I wanted to help him. I grabbed him around his narrow waist and pulled him down into me. He was breathing extra hard now and then suddenly he was completely still. I felt warm pulses of him going through me. He looked at me from above and smiled. "That was the best fuck I've ever had, Aaron". I grinned back and wanted him to kiss me, but he was already up and cleaning himself at his bathroom sink. "Let's go watch some TV until you come down a little and I can take you home'. As I tried to get up and dress myself, I noticed I had blood all over my butt and thighs, Well, the weeds demanded some sacrifice I guess. I didn't begrudge them some blood. Todd brought me some wet washcloths and I wiped up as best I could. After I got completely dressed I joined him out on the couch. He wasn't dressed at all and lying out he full length of it. I sat at the end and put his big bare feet on my lap. There was some dumb show on...one of those stupid prank shows where dumbass guys put firecrackers in their nostrils or whatever. I massaged his toes and soles which caused him to moan with pleasure. 'How are you feeling, Aaron?" "I'm doing great. Perfect". "Still feeling those weeds in you?" "Not as much now. I think the wind shifted or something". "OK. I'll give you another minute or two. Now might be the time to tell you something. I probably gave you HIV just now. It's won't be AIDS for a long time. And also herpes which is no big deal". I felt the last of the weed pollen leave my brain. Suddenly I was coldly aware of what I'd just done. Holy shit! I sat mutely as he went and got dressed. He drove me to my house and left me there. It was early evening and Dad was in the front yard spraying for dandelions. I went up to my room, lied in bed and cried a little. i also wandered if I'd go back to the park tomorrow.

Part 2 Master is fingering my hole with his thick finger as he drives. It's been an hour and finally he reveals our destination. "You got lucky, boy. I know a rest stop where you can suck and get fucked for hours." I moan at the thought. "Ya I'm gonna get you really piggy. See this rest stop is known as a fuck stop. Everyone knows it's only for sleazy cock sluts and the men they serve. You ready for that faggot?" I nod and moan. "No you ain't boy not yet. He pulls out a rig. "You need this in you first, I think your first is wearing out" he said with a grin. I didn't think he knew, then again I didn't even care to think about anything other than being a fuck hole for this alpha man. We arrive. The outside is completely normal, but that changes as we enter the restrooms. A symphony of male lust surrounds us as we walk past piss pigs kneeling under a golden stream, cocksuckers getting throat fucked and bottom sluts getting stretched out by big white dick. Master leads me to a stall and administers my slam. I cough heavy and lose my breath. "Oh fuck hail meth! Hail Sarah Palin! Fuck ya im a slut for Sarah Palin" the words fly out of my mouth. They caught the attention of some studs. "That's a good boy! Take that slam. Get over here and suck this big cock, slut" master nods and I hungrily swallow the fat uncut cock. I feel a hand on my hole then a blunt pain shooting through my body quickly turned into a powerful pleasure. I scream around the cock in my mouth but it only makes the stud shove his cock deeper down my throat causing my throat to bulge. Master unleashes a torrent of yellow piss on me as I hump back on the cock splitting my hole open. All I can think about is how I wish I had another hole to take more cock into. I'm moaning like a whore around my studs cock. I hear grunting behind me and I clench my hole to milk the load out of the big cock in my ass.. "take. This. Fucking . Load. FAGGOT! He releases big globs of hot cum so deep in my hole I can almost feel it in my stomach. He slaps my ass and walks away. I'm still gagging and choking on the big cock in my mouth when I feel a hand on my ass forcing two fingers in my hole then quickly out. My hole gapes open letting out almost all the cum just deposited in me with a splat on the ground. Seeing how much cum I was holding in my hole pushed the stud at my mouth over the edge and he started filling my mouth with cum. It was so bitter but I loved it. I swallowed as quickly as I could but he was overflowing my mouth.. I caught what I could in my hands and licked it up. He chuckles and spits on my face. I push it to my mouth and savor the taste of his spit. I feel the fingers on my hole again and realize I don't know who they belonged to. I turn around to see a sexy, muscular biker wearing all leather. His hard muscle glistens with sweat. He has nothing on under his leather jacket leaving his hairy torso exposed. I immediately turn around a start to nuzzle his cod piece. "Damn boy, I need a fuck hole that loves cock as much as you do." Master looked up "he's yours if you want him. I wanted to see if he deserved to be here and he definitely does. He can come here again if he wants my cock but I won't stop another alpha man from taking possession of a cock sucker". The biker grabbed my chin and roughly thrusted it up, "hear that boy? You're mine now" he spit into my face and rubbed it in. We get outside and he leads me to his bike. I get on behind him and wrap my arms around his hard body.. I wonder where he's taking me. I hope there's plenty of hard cock..

I love it when Master get's home from working out of town all week. I always get the hardest fuck when he has been gone deep long thrust that make me whimper like a little bitch. Thank You Sir It felt awesome.

My big bro always needs a cold shower after frolicking around with me... Always a curious kid, I peeked into the bathroom and thought: if that's what his dick looks like under a cold shower, I'd love to take a hot one together with him...

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

I have really gotten into spit lately. I don't mean just wet kisses, but spitting in each other's mouth, etc. Love to swallow another guy's saliva and give him mine. It turns me on in porn too. Is anyone else into this as much as me?

I wasn't too keen on driving my mom to her weekly appointment at Raoul's Beauty Parlor. I'd just gotten my license last week and didn't feel comfortable driving another person's car. Usually, this would have been my big brother's task. But he had broken his right leg during yesterday's soccer practice and so I had to cover for him. "Okay, have fun, mom! I'll be waiting for you in the car", I said and turned to leave the parlor. I've always felt awkward in places like these. I was deeply inside the closet and being around people openly flaunting their sexuality was gnawing at my nerves. I couldn't wait to get out of there. That's when Raoul, the owner of the salon, blocked my way. "What a handsome young gentleman. Is that your younger son, Linda?" he asked my mother. "Beautiful complexion for a boy his age, too. But I think he could do with one of my famous facials. What do you think, boy? Want Raoul to give you a facial?" He must have felt my apprehension. "Don't worry, boy. It's for free. Just let Raoul work his magic on you. All you have to do is follow me", the effeminate guy purred. "N-no...I...I really...I have to go now!" I stood there petrified. Was I the only one who knew what this sleazy faggot was talking about?!? "Oh, come on, honey", my mom teased me, "I promise it won't hurt." "But Moooom", I whined, "this is girls' stuff. Boys don't get facials!" "Don't be such a sissy", she urged me, "Your older brother gets one every time he drives me here!" Teamed up against me as they were, I didn't stand a chance. Raoul led the way and when I followed him into the adjoining room, staring at his wiggling behind, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. I'd never done anything with another boy before and being alone with the flamboyant beautician freaked me out to say the least. When I locked the door behind me and turned around to face him, Raoul had already unzipped his pants and hauled out his fat, beautiful latino cock. My mouth started watering. Maybe this facial wasn't going to be bad at all... My mom was right, by the way. It didn't hurt at all. Actually, I liked it very much... I think, from now on I'll drive my mom there every week. If my big bro is willing to share, that is...

Almost every guy I hook up with prefers loose hole if not already sloppy with cum. Haven't met too many tops that say I'm loose but I've taken fists and huge dildos. Id say no regrets

I had been attracted to Uncle Chad all my life. But being alone with him always felt so awkward. Don't get me wrong, he's really fun to be around. The problem was, I just couldn't stop myself from looking at his impressive bulge. I was totally taken aback when one day - he had just caught me staring at his crotch again - he pulled down his shorts, presenting his massive, rock-hard mancock to my wide-eyed gaze. "So tell me, kiddo - have you ever had an AIDScock shoved up your cute little boypussy?" Too shy to speak, I just shook my head 'no', my cheeks flushed with embarassment. "What a shame, boy. I'm sure, you'd like it a lot. What do you think, would you like to give it a try?" Too embarassed to answer this surreal question, I couldn't utter a single word. But I'm sure my body language said it all...

* continued As I trace the outline of his cock with one hand, and finish unzipping his jeans with the other; I ask him, "have you ever been with a gurl like me?" He shakes his head no as I slowly fish his manhood out into the open and gasp... Probably seven and a half inches long; but as big around as a 16oz beer can, THICK!!! Just my style; I Love them thick! He's drooling pre-cum like crazy and I figure he isn't going to stop me; so I slow down and go into my little innocent gurl act. A lot of the guys like it and it turns me on! "I don't know, it's so big! Do you want me to try to put it in my mouth?" I'm looking up at him; doing my best to look innocent as I lick a big trail of pre-cum from along the entire shaft. David gasps and I act starteled, "am I doing ok?" He doesn't really answer, but his body language is quite clear! As I tentatively put the head of his cock in my mouth I look up again, "is this ok?" His breathing is erratic, he is starring straight into my eyes, letting me know his tension is about to get the best of him.... Well at this point neither one of us can take much more; so I swallow his cock whole like the Cum Love'n Cock Hound that I am!!! Now he gets vocal; "oh gawd Tawnie, I knew this would be good but..." Now I'm really turned on; not only am I enjoying this, I've got to give him his release! I'm swirling my lounge along the bottom of his shaft while taking him most of the way down; until, "oh! oh Tawnie!" That's it! I swallow his entire Cock still working my tounge as he swells soo Big in my my mouth!!! I take his first surge down my throat; but I want to taste him and work, work his Cock head with reckless abandon until he can take no more and has nothing left to give... As I sit back up, wiping what was dripping off my chin up I say, "thank you!" He just lets out a long breath, "Tawnie, Tawnie" he says. "Oh wow!" And just as I was about to ask if I did ok, his phone notification sounded. He hopped up to check it, "the bars are about to close, that was good timing thank you Tawnie" And responded, "thank you David!" Well apparently my new friends from earlier had run into some of David's other cliente and told them about the Cum Slut at his place. And more than a few were eager to have a go! Two of them even said they weren't in the market for product but wanted to know if they could still come by? I was touching up my face and David says, "hope you still want some attention; because its on the way and then some!" I giggle, and wiggle my little tail back to the couch, grab the lube, my pipe with the rest of what my new friends left me, and assume the position over the back of the couch. Business end towards the door they will be walking in!!! I hear several car doors, and then multiple voices coming up the walk. I'm huffing on my pipe blowing clouds from hell just; horny, horny for Cock and Cum!!! David answers the door and I hear someone say, "that's her, the Cum Slut? Oh wow...." * to be continued

JACKSONVILLE, FL / CHARLOTTE, NC - Drove from Ft. Lauderdale to Charlotte today. Hit up about 20 guys I've chatted with that live along that route asking if any of them wanted a drive-by pump and dump load. Got a solid lead on a guy in Jacksonville that's 22, tall, thin and a bottom. We chatted the day before and again about an hour before I got to the Jacksonville area. He said he wanted me load. I got his address, plugged it into my GPS and was pleasantly surprised how close it was to I-95. I gave him my ETA. About 5 minutes out I texted him and he said he needed more time to prep his hole. I granted his wish and waited in his driveway. When he was ready I let myself into his house and found him with his head buried in the pillows in a back bedroom. His ass was absolutely divine. He had a very sexy tattoo on his lower back and his perfectly smooth boy hole was flawless. I've never seen as ass better than this one. He wanted me to record the breeding so I did the best I could do. I usually don't film the middle part of the fucking since gets so monotonous but I could feel myself getting close to cumming. I stopped pumping him in a hard, fast rhythm and changed to a slow rhythm so I could get my phone, hit some poppers and record. When I slowed down he bucked forward to take a quick break. When I saw my cock pop out of his hole and saw how gorgeous he was I literally started to cum. I've never done that before! I quickly jammed my cock back up into him, announcing that I was cumming He pushed back onto my cock and sure enough, I emptied my balls into his ass. I got the phone going after I had already shot my load. I got a couple of pics of my cum coming out of his ass, perhaps I can share them sometime.... but damn, this boy made me cum while I wasn't even inside of him. I hope to God I get to fuck him again, he was a 10 out of 10!!! Finished my drive to Charlotte (here all weekend.... hint hint) and went to a strip club. Boring. Was headed back to my hotel but checked Grindr, Jack'd and Scruff before I left. A 28 year old skinny dark-skinned boy hit me up on Scruff and asked if I'd come nut in him. I said "Sure!." His reply with his address. We are a match, 100%. I put it in the GPS and told him 15 minutes. The instructions I received were very specific. Don't knock, no talking, cum and go. I got to his apartment door and he was waiting there with the door ajar. He was completely naked and totally my type, smooth, skinny, young. He let me into his apartment but had his finger over his mouth to remind me to keep silent. I played along. As soon as he shut the door he dropped to his knees and started to suck my cock. We were in the entryway of his dark apartment. I could see him look around a couple of times to make sure his roommate or whomever he lived with wasn't around and then he bent over and guided my cock into his ass. I fucked him quietly standing in the doorway, him bent over at the waist. I fucked him for a few minutes and then we moved together about 3 feet to my right so he could lean over the back of his couch. It wasn't long before I was putting another load of cum in his hole. I certainly wasn't the first load of the day and wouldn't be surprised if was number 10 or 11. I could feel his soaking wet hole. I enjoyed it thoroughly. It felt so good that I didn't go soft. He noticed. He kept sliding my cock back into him and riding my cock. I thought he wanted me in and out but I guess not. So I played along and would eventually give him my second load. After a ten hour drive and blowing three loads into two different boys I was spent. But this boy won my heart because while I was fucking him he was on his apps hunting more loads. I just love these young sluts. Keep up the work, boys!!! Happy Breeding!!

RIP, dude. You were one of the best AIDS breeders around. Glad I got your blood in me just before AIDS took you away.

Part 2 I woke up the next morning with Jon curled next to me, and I couldn’t believe I had let myself cum inside of him without his knowing. But as I replayed it in my head, I remembered how amazing it felt to have him on my fat cock as I shot inside of him. I wanted more. I started to become erect as I glanced at him , knowing that he slept with my cum deep inside of him. But I still felt guilty because I should have told him. I knew that I wasn’t putting him in any harm by blowing inside of him, but I wish I could have done it while he begged for it from me for now, and for the rest of our relationship. I loved him, and I wish he could experience the closeness I felt to him when I was able to shoot my load into my boyfriend as he said he loved me. Suddenly, I became startled as I noticed he began to move and open his eyes in our bed. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said with a warm smile, his dark blue eyes looking at mine “I slept well after you fucked me like that last night.” “I really enjoyed playing with you. We always have amazing sex and that last night just felt really special,” I said, knowing perfectly well why I had enjoyed fucking him so much. Jon put his hand under my chin and pulled my mouth towards his. Before I knew it he put his naked body on top of me and positioned my hard cock over his warm hole. Leaking precum from my excitement, I couldn’t help but to rub the moist head of my penis around his cheeks and gently brushing against the outside of his warm hole. “Don’t get me too excited,” I teased. “I’m sure your ass could use a break after last night.” Jon grabbed my throbbing penis and rubbed its head outside of his warm hole. “I don’t want a break. I need you again right now.” As Jon said those words, I could feel my warm precum coating his fist and the outside of his ass. But then I remembered I had taken off and thrown away our last condom the night before, which had broken without his knowing. Playing along, I positioned by fat mushroom head outside of his hole and said how much I loved being inside of him, as I grabbed Jon’s hard penis in my hand stroked the pre-cum out of him while he straddled me. “”I want it in you,” I whispered. Jon smirked and reached towards his nightstand where he kept his condoms and lube. He quickly pulled out our recently used bottle of lube, but seemed to be having trouble locating a condom in his drawer. A minute had passed and I could see the surprise and frustration on his face. “I guess we used our last condom last night. Fuck,” he said. “I knew I should have bought more the other night.” I was ready to confess to him that I noticed we had run out last night. I even was willing to tell him that I was totally fine with just sucking him off And then Jon had said one of the most surprising things I had heard him say in our relationship. “We’re monogamous and honest with each other,” Jon reasoned. “I don’t see why we can’t make an exception this one time. You and I have both been faithful since we’ve been together, right?” Without missing a beat, I replied, “Yes, I would never betray you and do anything to put you in any harm. But no pressure to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” “I comfortable with it. I want this,” Jon said. “It’s just that I’ve never had anyone inside of my bareback. I want to be with someone special.” He paused. “I can’t think of anyone more special than you.” I could feel my eyes starting to water that Jon has finally expressed enough trust and love for me that he was willing to give himself to me entirely. While I still felt guilty about what happened last night, I knew that I was the same person now as I was before and that I craved to feel that connection with him as I did when I injected my seed into him. “I want you, babe. I would be honored if I were the first to penetrate you bareback. There is no pressure though and you can stop at any time.” “I love you,” Jon said. “I really want it inside of me raw.” He emptied the bottle of lube on his nightstand in his hand and coated my throbbing penis and his hole with it. I felt his hand guide my penis to the outside of his tight hole, and I could feel Jon slowly start to sit on top of me. It was the first time he had ever willingly let me put my dick inside of him without a condom. Little did he realize, my dry cum had already coated his insides and rested inside of him as he slept. As my penis entered inside of him, I could feel myself line his inside with thick coats of my pre-seed. “This feels so different,” Jon said. “I love how it feels when you’re inside of me bareback. I can feel your warm precum inside of me. Fuck me, baby.” I continued to slide myself in and out of my boyfriend, and he was right: fucking him bareback was such an incredibly special experience. I felt both so special to be the one to feed him my seed. I could feel my cock tingle and eager to blow a load inside of him, but I needed to hear him beg for it. “Baby,” I said. “I’m so close, how do you want me to cum?” “I want it in me,” said Jon, riding my penis and clenching his hole. “I want your cum deep inside of me.” “I’m about to blow, are you sure?” I asked, knowing that my seed was already deep inside of him. I saw Jon nod his head in ecstasy, eventually begging for my cum like I could have only imagined prior to today. His ass thrusting against my hips, I let him know that I was ready to shoot and within seconds I could feel my balls tighten as my dick shot 5 ribbons of cum inside of his tight, warm hole. As I emptied myself into Jon, I kept my cock inside of him for minutes as I caressed his back and slipped my tongue into his mouth. I had never felt this deeply connected to anyone. As my softening cock was still inside of Jon, I watched him stroke himself until his blew a thick load of white cum on my chest, his hole tightening around my raw cock as he unloaded. I thought to myself that there was no way I could go back to using condoms with Jon. I felt so close to him and there was no doubt in my mind that from now on I wanted all of my cum to go inside of a warm hole like this. Jon slowly began to remove himself from my cock. “Babe, that was everything I could have asked for. I love you,” I said as I embraced him and slid my tongue back into his mouth. “I don’t think I’ve cum more in my life.” I could sense something was off with Jon. As he removed my penis from his hole he slid his index finger across his ass, and had a look of confusion and guilt when he noticed my cum leaking out of his ass. He laid beside me, had a solemn glance on his face and said, “wow. I’m really sorry I made you do that. I can’t believe I made you cum inside of me. That was definitely a mistake.” Jon turned over and quickly moved from the bed to the bathroom, where he shut the door with a light slam. I didn’t even have a chance to respond. It pained me that something that gave me such pleasure and a feeling of closeness to my boyfriend could make him feel so guilty. I wondered if Jon would ever let me fuck him bareback again. And deep down, I knew that I had no interest in wearing a condom again.

PART 1 Anyone who has been to Man’s Country in Chicago knows the setting. It’s one of if not the last of the old bath houses. There have been some modest upgrades in recent years. What I’m telling about happened several years ago when the place was sleazy and full of men who barebacked. Not that it isn’t that way today; it’s just different now in some ways. At the time, I was early 40’s. Good looking to most but not deluded into thinking I was “special” by any means. I stand 5 feet 10 inches, weigh 185, blue eyes, shaved head, one tat and two piercings, moderately hairy, and a bottom as well as a wicked sub for those wanting such. I’m fastidious in cleaning. No surprises for any top and definitely nothing that will turn off one because of lack of taking the time to properly prepare myself. Although a towel is what most men wore, I preferred and still wear my biker boots, chaps, black jock, harness, and a smile. So, I got settled into my room and decided to make my first trip through to see who was there and to be seen. Before heading out, I slammed and let that settle in on me. Then, I did my booty bump with a rig that had the needle removed. I pushed it all the way in my ass as far as possible before plunging that booty bump mixture into my ass. What a feeling. My last prep for my walk was to lube up my ass good (just in case) with a nice mix of warm Elbo Grease and Crisco, pick up my poppers, and head out. (The warmth of the Elbo Grease combined with the booty bump made my ass super hot and horny.) My usual routine is to do a slow walk through all three floors and then do it again. Sometimes I went back by rooms for second looks at particular men of course. Sometimes I even stopped off in a room for some fun. This night though it’s back to my room where I lightly re-lubed my ass, left my door open all the way, and climbed up on the bed face down head away from the door. Let no man pass my room and have any doubt what I’m after. It doesn’t take long before I get men passing by more than once. Yes, the chaps and harness deter some. Those that are bold enough to come in the room get well received. It’s usually I sense someone first and then feel a cautious hand on my ass. I respond by crooking my leg or raising my hips slightly to make my ass hole more easily available. He continues on with exploring me by rubbing my ass and other places. I feel a finger sliding around finding some lube and finally a full investigation that leaves no doubt that my ass is fully lubed and ready for fucking. This is a full thrust in my hole with one or more fingers. These are the men I need. I spend my time mostly in my room getting fucked. This trip is just like all my trips there. One man after another comes in and each with his own style eventually finds his cock sliding into my ass where he pistons his cock in and out using the cum from previous men to lube his cock to fuck me. I take load after load of cum in my ass resting after each is delivered by lying on my stomach so that gravity will pull that load of cum deeper into my gut where it will be absorbed eventually. I’m an addict for cum. This night I had taken around 10 loads of cum. Not too shabby but not my best. I’ve got 2 hours left of my 8 hours. I thought I’d take one more walk through before settling in for the rest of my time. I did the first floor where my room was and went upstairs making two rounds before heading to The Pit (basement). That was where I walked past a room that had an occupant and what an occupant he was. I had seen him about most of the night, but he didn’t seem interested in me. I had seen him on my walks and from my room. Now, I was looking at him in his room. He was about my height, shaved head, towel draped discretely, sitting upright with his back against the wall, muscled but not overly so, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, clean shaven, light dimmed but providing very good lighting. And, what attracted me most was a very well put together black man. As I said, he had not indicated any interest when we met walking or when I was in my room. However, my passing his room and my looking in was rewarded with that nod of hello. I wasn’t sure I had seen correctly, so, I went around the hallways in The Pit and came back to his room slowing my pace. As I passed again, he nodded and put his right foot on the floor. I stopped and said hello. Of course, I went inside and was told to close the door which I did. He picked up his towel and laid it on the stand while lifting his leg back onto the bed and spreading his legs. I climbed onto the bed between his legs and immediately moved forward bending over so that I poised momentarily over his cock. Gently lifting it up I put the head of his black cock into my mouth as I settled down onto my stomach bending my legs upward so that we both could fit on the bed. I began nursing his black cock in my mouth moving my tongue from side to side on the bottom while alternately going all the way down the shaft until his pubes scratched my nose and pulling back off until only the head was safely held in my mouth. The taste was delicious. I continued to stimulate his cock in this manner and in no time his cock began responding by growing ever bigger in length and girth. It didn’t take him long to fill out completely. My guess is that I was in the presence of a black cock that would measure somewhere about 8 solid inches with a gentle curve downward making it easy to slide way back in my mouth. I could tell that if he ever fucked my mouth hard I’d get my tonsils punched quite hard. I should be so lucky. He let me suck his cock for a bit and then said he wanted to really have some room to use my mouth and began to lift me off his cock. He stood up beside the bed and told me to sit on the bed and lean back. From there, he stood on the bed straddling me and came at me with his now blood-engorged black cock. I opened my mouth and accepted him as best I could only this time I was able only to get my mouth open wide enough for his cock to fill my mouth completely. He began to gently fuck my mouth with full thrusts going deeper with each thrust. I knew he was an expert at mouth fucking and let him set the pace. I was hoping he was equally interested in doing the same to my ass. For now, though, he took great pleasure as did I in shoving his now fat black cock into and out of my mouth giving himself pleasure of a warm moist opening. Gag I did at that piece of meat and even lost the ability to breathe when he would shove his cock all the way in and hold it there. I never yanked my head away but he knew when he had to pull out. He was an expert. Usually, I suck cock for a quick shot in my mouth of cum but mostly suck just to get a cock hard so that I can get fucked. This black man was delicious, and I wanted as much of him in my mouth as I could get. He could fuck my mouth and I would suck his cock as long as he wanted and probably then some if he insisted. Still, I did keep thinking of getting that beautiful cock in my ass. When he had enough, he pulled his glistening black cock out of my mouth and stepped down off the bed. Up my legs went while being pulled forward to the edge of the bed. He knelt down on the floor pushing my legs to my chest and drove his tongue deep into my ass. I grabbed the back of my knees and pulled them to me so that he could use his hands to pull my cheeks as wide as possible. His tongue was as talented as his cock was in my mouth. He licked and probed my hole for what seemed like hours but I’m sure was only a matter of minutes. With my hole lubed with his spit, he finally pulled away and began probing my ass with his fingers. He would gently insert them bend the finger making a hook and withdraw it. It finally dawned on me he was cum hunting. He must have figured I had cum in my ass, and he was going to get some. He then stopped totally and said that his room was just too small for what he wanted to do to me. I invited him to my room which had a double bed. He told me to go ahead and he would be along shortly. Well, that tells me I’ve been dismissed. It was delicious while it lasted though limited fun as it was. END PART 1 PART 2 Back in my room, I again lightly re-lubed my ass massaging it in my hole remembering what it had just felt. I climbed on the bed after opening the door wide. Soon enough I feel a presence and then a hand exploring my ass. I spread my legs and a finger found its mark. I heard a deep husky voice ask if I wanted to be bred and I responded definitely. He closed the door and told me to suck him. I got off the bed and knelt on the floor as he hung his towel on a hook. His black cock was already semi hard as I lifted it with my hand and held it at my mouth. I gently licked the head and finally swallowed it whole. Immediately his cock swelled filling my mouth. He put his hands on either side of my head and began a gentle but steady pumping in and out. He was in no hurry and was enjoying himself as I heard him groaning slightly with almost each entry. He pulled his blood engorged cock out of my mouth and pulled me up, turned me around facing the bed, and told me to bend over the edge. I did as I was told. He was about 6’ 4”, thick bodied, hairy, and bearded. A very handsome man. I felt his rough girthy finger enter my hole where he began to pummel the inside and soon felt him scraping with his nail. I was going to get a very good breeding by this man. He continued scraping a few times more. He withdrew his finger, and I heard him spit. He pulled my cheeks open and told me to hold them. He then positioned the head of his cock at my hole and said, “Hope you really want this and are ready.” I never got to reply. He rammed his cock the full length into my ass causing me to release the hold on my cheeks and attempt to rise up off the bed. He was an expert and knew what he was doing as I’m sure he had done this many, many times before. As soon as he had impaled me onto the full length of his cock he leaned all the way forward on me wrapping one hand over my mouth which was now open ready to begin a howl of pain only to be muffled. What a stunning painfully pleasureable entry. His weight held me down on the bed and his hand kept my screams in my throat. Just as I thought the pain was going to pass, he began fucking my hole hard. It seemed like days before the pain subsided even with all the cocks I had had in me that night but in reality the pain lasted only a minute or two. His hand was released from my mouth; he rose up off me but put one hand on my back, and began pumping in and out of my hole with the entire length of his fat black cock. This man was going to tear my ass up good before he made his deposit breeding me fully. I knew that he was going to load me up with his infected DNA, and I loved the idea more and more with each full length shove he made into my ass. Soon, though, I began to push back onto his cock and clamping my ass muscles tight around his beautiful fat black cock when he would withdraw it from my gut. He moved his hand from my back. I pushed back as hard onto his cock as he was driving into my hole. We fucked hard for a good long time when I finally heard him beginning to growl and pick up the pace even more. I stopped pushing back onto his cock and braced myself while clamping down on his cock as hard as I could. He began telling me he was going to breed my ass real good and to poz me up with his poison load because he was seeing some blood on his cock. I clamped down determined to milk out of his black cock all of his contaminated DNA as possible. About a dozen more pumps and with the deepest growl yet, he shoved his cock as far into my ass as he could as he pulled my cheeks wide open. His cock spasmed in my hole filling me with his gooey white breeding liquid. When he finished, he pulled out slowly. He was sweating as was I. I swiftly knelt down taking his cock into my mouth to suckle it and lick it clean. He departed, and I wiped off my sweat, fanned myself with a towel to cool down, opened the door, and climbed back up on the bed to wait for the next man. I was still settling myself when I saw a shadow. I glanced over my shoulder at the door where another black man who was very thin and short standing. He said he had heard me while he was walking by. I had thought my previous encounter had been unnoticed. I was mistaken obviously. So, this new black guy asked if I liked getting fucked. I told him I did. He asked if he could fuck me. I told him sure. He came in and shut the door. He hung his towel up and climbed up on the bed kneeling between my legs. I got up on my knees and felt his left hand on my cheek as his cock poked around trying to line up with my hole. Finally positioned, he placed his right hand on my cheek and began a slow push forward into my hole. His cock was maybe 6 to 7 inches and stuck straight out from his body. His entry was totally different than the one previous. He did push himself all the way in me but it was done with great ease. I was savoring it nonetheless as I knew this black cock was going to deliver another load of cum in my hole. He was not going to dally, and I calculated must have been either a bottom or a top primed to fire. I say this as he didn’t fuck me very long before he was pounding my hole and shooting his load as he kept telling me to take it and he was giving it to me. He pumped my ass the entire time he was unloading. When he finished, he slowly withdrew and hopped down off the bed, draped his towel and was out the door before I could get to clean off his cock. Well, his choice of service. I settled back down onto the bed looking at the time. I had about 45 minutes left of my 8 hours. It had been an interesting night. Of course being the cum pig that I am, I was never satisfied. A cum pig always wants more cum. END PART 2

The following is based on true events, however some changes have been made to heighten the story. I cannot disclose what is truth and what is fiction. It was a Sunday morning and I was on BBRT chatting to various guys, when a guy I know in Newcastle asked what I was up to. We switched to MSN to save messages, and he told me how he had arranged one of his group parties for that evening. I had often heard the exploits of his parties in which all tops are generally poz, and all the bottoms are generally neg except where he has to make up numbers. This Sunday he'd arranged for a group of neg bottoms to come for an all bareback group session, but two of the bottoms had dropped out meaning there would be nine tops and two bottoms. Given the disparity in numbers, he thought I might want to attend to help make up the numbers, especially given I'm neg, the tops would be pleased. I couldn't really afford to travel so he offered to pay, and I agreed as long as he could get me to the train station for the first train back so that I could get to work. I asked about the other bottoms, and they were both safe sex bottoms, and there was a potential third (who ended up coming). The organiser had met these guys and had condom-only sex with them a number of times, and floated the idea of group sex, to which they agreed. His usual approach was to ask them about group sex, and if they liked the idea would tell them about the bareback group sessions he hosts, but he made it clear he would only extend an invitation to the guys if it was certain they were neg 'cause the tops were very particular about the bottoms, which included the provision the bottoms were not allowed to inquire as to the status of the tops, which meant that he never had to lie. When the evening arrived, I was one of four bottoms. I was also the only bottom who knew the status of the tops. While people were arriving we sat round drinking plenty of vodka and various shooters. After a while the tops started to make their moves and began to strip the bottoms. There were nine tops all aged between 30 and 50, and four bottoms, (three of whom were in the range of 18 to 20, and at 26, I was the oldest bottom). As the night progressed and all the bottoms had taken four or so cocks, the first bottom gave up and left the session, having decided his ass was too sore to continue. I looked disapprovingly as he left as he hadn't fulfilled his responsibility to serve the needs of the tops over his personal preferences.* The rest of us continued playing, and I'm fairly sure up to this point there had been no discussion about status, but when one of the tops noticed blood mixed into the cum leaking from one of the bottom's hole, he slid into the bottom announcing "We have a bleeder, boys!" He pounded the bottom's hole quite roughly, and just before he climaxed, he specifically asked the bottom "You want my load?" "God, yes," the bottom gasped. With that permission, the top spurted deep in the bottom's arse, exclaiming as he did, "Yeah! Take my load boy, take my toxic load. I'm gonna work this deep into your guts so you never forget it!" The bottom pushed him off and got very upset, and saying "I'm neg and want to stay that way. You guys lied to me!" At that point our host intervened, answering "No one lied to you, and not only didn't you ask about the HIV status of the tops, perhaps you should have considered the risks of bareback sex before you accepted the invitation to this session." The other bottom looked shocked, but then when asked if he wanted to continue, he asked who was poz, and when he realized he had taken four poz loads, he remarked "Well, a few more aren't going to make that much difference." In the time at his disposal he managed to take another two loads before he had to make his departure, which left me as the only available bottom. By this point I was the only bottom left, and all the tops were still up to relieving themselves of at least one more load. As a subservient bottom I felt obliged to continue and managed to accommodate each man one more time, one-by-one. When they had all gone my friend asked if I was could manage to give him one more go around. Notwithstanding I was exhausted and my arse had seen better days, I decided the least I could do for the host was to offer up my hole for him one more time. Across the night, I took fifteen or sixteen anal loads, and several more oral loads. By the time I left my arse was quite sore, and blood and cum were leaking from my hole and oozing my leg. By the way, it's been a week. My arse is still a bit sore, but I am certainly glad I accepted the invitation to attend the session.

They say one in every seven gays in London are HIV positive. I wanted to test this out, so I went to my local sauna at the most popular time at the weekend. Once there, I headed directly for the darkroom and positioned myself so everyone there would know I was up for a fuck. Kneeling on the bench, I placed my arse so that it could easily be entered by anyone there who wanted to. It didn't take long for the first obliging cock to enter me bare. He kept up a good pace, but I suddenly felt a warm sensation inside me as he unloaded his cock straight into me. Load one. Another guy in the darkroom took over from the first man and shoved his cock in, assisted by the first guy's lubrication. This guy was quite old and not well endowed, but he fitted the bill: he was reading, willing and able to fuck me raw. Although he took some time, accompanied by much grunting, he eventually spunked his cum right up me. Load two. Unfortunately, the time it had taken him had left the room empty of other donors. I had to wait a good time before my third load. A young guy with a decent sized cock came in and I happily sucked his dick to its full length. But whilst I was doing this, another guy entered the room and as I was pointing my arse outwards, he took it as fair game for him to stick his bare cock in. He fucked me really well and hit just the right point. He had me pouring a string of precum out of my dick whilst he pounded my hole. Soon, he was jerking his jizz right up in glorious spurts. Load three. I then turned my attention to the guy I'd been sucking off whilst being pounded. At first he seemed reluctant to fuck my arse as I moved round to position myself over his beautifully erect cock, but with some gentle persuasion I was able to lower myself onto his cock. Now I was in control and able to set the pace of the action. I played with his dick, moving my arse around to feel his cock inside me. I slowly increased the pace until I was bouncing up and down on his dick fast. This proved the trick and he unloaded deep within me. Load four. My next bare encounter was with an extremely well-endowed black guy who I could accommodate only with difficulty. Fortunately the loads I had taken earlier, combined with persistence on his part and copious hits of poppers on my part, finally saw him fully push his whole nine inches into my arse, whereupon he promptly adopted a good, pounding rhythm, in which he would withdraw almost the entire way out of my body, only to plunge back in in one powerful thrust. This continued until he abruptly plunged back in, mid-withdraw, not stopping until he was balls-deep. Once he had achieved maximum depth, I felt the sensation of his cock throbbing which I interpreted as the telltale sign he had left his deposit up me. Load five. The last two loads were in quick succession. One of the guys who'd been watching the large black cock pumping up me, immediately took over and thrust his somewhat smaller cock inside. He carried on thrusting away until his progress stopped and a large groan from him indicated he's just shot inside me. Load six. My final breeding was immediately after the sixth donor. I sucked the man to full erection and then turned round to receive his impressive manhood. He easily pushed it up me with a great squish with all the spunk now filling my well-bred ass. With great thrusts he hammered away for some time sliding in and out of me bare. I was enjoying every bit of it, I felt him tense up and his cock started twitching inside me. Load seven. Over a couple of hours I received seven loads, in all probability at least one of them was poz. As the cum from seven different men gushed out of my arse, I wondered which load was poz.

I was in Amsterdam a few days ago. It was a cold, rainy winter day, so, I decided the best place to spend the afternoon would be the baths. Amsterdam has one of the best bathhouses I've ever visited, Club NZ. I wandered in there about 3:00 PM. As I expected, the bathhouse was quite full of naked guys. I had douched my ass and showered before leaving my hotel, so I quickly took my clothes off and took a quick lap around the bathhouse to see who was around. It was filled with the usual mix of all ages, sizes and nationalities. I hit the glory hole area and knelt behind one of the holes. A few dicks wandered by and which gave me a taste of several dicks. Getting somewhat bored with sucking dick, I wandered around until I came across the sling room, which was a very small, dark room with two slings hanging side by side. There was a lube dispenser on the wall, so I lubed up my ass and climbed into the sling closest to the door, laying there for several minutes before the first guy entered the room. Although the room was quite dark, I sensed he was Dutch, and I could see he was a tall, and slender, with a smooth, muscular build. He felt-up my hole, quickly pulled his towel off and draped it over his shoulders as he rubbed his semi-hard cock against my hole, stroking himself to get hard. Once he was erect, he slipped his cock up into my ass, vigorously pumping his long, thick, Dutch dick into my hole. I took a couple of deep hits of my poppers, which was a good move as the harder his dick got, the harder he slammed into me. The slapping sound of his cock against my ass must have drawn in some other guys, because before I knew it there were three other men standing about, each stroking his cock as each watched the Dutch guy pound my hole, however, after about four or five minutes, the Dutch guy withdrew from my ass - without having cum. Fortunately I didn't have to wait long as a tall, heavy set black guy stepped up to my hole and in one swift thrust, slammed his BBC up into me. His cock was probably eight inches in length and was very thick. I had to take some more huffs of poppers to relax myself to accommodate his cock. Grasping my waist, he furiously pounded me for five minutes or so before he growled, unloading his seed into my ass. As soon as he pulled out another guy stepped up to take his place. This latest man looked to be Middle Eastern, and had a thick, black mustache. Around six feet tall, his build was slender but nicely defined, and his chest and arms were covered with a thick carpet of hair. He slipped his nicely sized dick into my ass and immediately deep-dicked my hole, which left me quivering with excitement. Without exchanging a word, the Arab leaned forward and played with my nipples, exquisitely pinching them as he fucked away. Utterly stimulated, I grunted, groaned and moaned as the Arab used me for his pleasure. Just then another guy entered the room and without a word slipped up into the other sling that was beside mine. Before I realized what was happening, an unknown guy was fucking his ass. As soon as the Arab guy filled my ass with his load, he pulled out and left, only to be replaced by the Dutch man who happened to walk through the doorway just as my ass was vacated. Entering my ass, the Dutch man fucked me for five or six minutes before his load exploded in my hole. The guy who had been fucking the guy next to me then withdrew from the other bottom and slid inside my ass, alternating between each of our asses as a number of guys gathered around the slings, taking in the view. The top moved from my ass to that of the other bottom, and no sooner had he done so when one of the voyeurs stepped into position and commenced fucking me as a another voyeur stood beside the top in my ass, stroking himself, within a minute or so spraying his load all over my chest and face. The sight (or aroma) of cum with which he spray me must have really turned on the two tops as almost simultaneously, both men let out a groan of pleasure as both my ass and that of the other bottom were filled with a load of cum. But I wasn't done yet. A young Dutch kid had entered the room and had been watching the fuck session. Once my ass was empty he stepped up and slid his rock hard cock into my ass. He was a quick cummer, as only two minutes or so passed before his balls blew a thick load of cum into my hole. By now, I had been in the sling for about 45 minutes. Not only was my ass was getting a bit sore, I was also mindful I generally don't approve of 'sling hogs', so I climbed out of the sling and took a quick shower. I made it a point, however, to hold the loads in my ass as I really savor that wonderful moment when the cum inside MUST to come out. On my way back to the locker room, I passed the orgy area where I saw eight or nine guys who were, from the sounds of it, sucking and fucking, so naturally I entered the room to watch. A gorgeous looking, tall, muscular black guy was getting sucked off by a kneeling, somewhat older guy. I approached and sucked the black guy's muscular tits, which gave me the perfect vantage place from which I could see the black guy was blessed with a very impressive nine inch cock. As I nibbled and sucked on the man's tits, I realized (with pleasure), the black guy was exploring my hole. "How many loads are in you?" he asked with a smile. "At least five loads," I replied. He pushed the old guy off his cock and told me to bend over an nearby platform. I eagerly did so, taking a hit of poppers just as the hung black dude slammed up inside my ass. Although I had been fucked my a host of dicks within the past hour or so, still I had to take several more huffs of poppers before I was able to take his dick comfortably. He pounded me hard and deep for over ten minutes before finally groaning as his balls unloaded in my ass. I could feel his cock throbbing with each volley he shot into my hole. This was about all I could take, so I thanked the hot black guy for his load and headed for the showers where I cleaned up, dressed and headed back to my hotel. I managed to keep the loads in my hole for several more hours, but eventually all that cum had to make an exit. Damn! Feeling the cum oozing out of my hole, and seeing the immense pool of sperm I had received was so fucking hot. Amsterdam never ceases to delight me. It's always a great time.

I am really pumped as I am about to take a Trans Atlantic cruise. My last cruise was over-the-top great. We traveled from Los Angeles to Miami, via the Panama Canal. The Panama Canal cruise was my reward to myself as I was very tired as I had just finished up a long, long three-year project so I took two weeks off for the cruise. I even paid the higher price to cruise alone. I was looking forward to good food and wine, time alone, reading and generally forgetting the 70- to 80-hour weeks of the last three years. By the second night out, things changed. During the afternoon of the first full day, I was working out in the on board gym when I spotted a tall, 40-something guy, with a dark tan and salt-and-pepper hair, who was lifting weights. Like me, he was dressed in loose-fitting workout clothes, but as he was bench-pressing, I looked over in time to see a rather impressive mushroom head appear from under his shorts. I am bi, and it had been along time since a man, but I immediately had to suppress a woody. I finished the workout and headed for the sauna (for which I had paid extra). Once in the steam room, I lay back and just rested. Shortly after I had settled in, the door opened and the guy from the weight bench walked into the sauna. We nodded, and then were quiet for along time. After a time, he shifted his towel and out popped the biggest cock I have ever seen. Thick. Huge head. Long. Grinning, he remarked "I caught you looking in the gym." I smiled and reached out to touch the giant cock. Immediately it sprang to life. Now, obviously I didn't have a tape measure, but I gauged his cock came in easily at nine inches in length. We chatted as I gently stroked him, watching the door for any intrusion. He was married, on the cruise with his wife, who was more interested in shopping on board, and hanging by the pool than being with him. I finally blurted out, "We can go to my cabin. I am cruising alone." So we left for my cabin. Once inside, we quickly undressed. He was stunning naked: great muscle tone, tight ass, and, of course, his huge cock. We lay on the bed and started to fondle each other. He began to kiss my body and worked his way to my cock. He teased, licked and finally engulfed my six inches all the way and began sucking with passion. "Stop Stop. I am about cum," I said. He paused, remarking "I have plenty of time, so unless you're in a rush, we should have enough time for you to cum twice." With that he engulfed me again. I shot. Wow. He took every drop and swallowed. Then he came up for air and it was my turn. I kissed him all over and worked my way to his massive cock, slowly licking the length and watching surge into life. I gently licked each ball and then worked my way up his shaft, finally reaching that enticing mushroom head. Licking and teasing it, I took it into my mouth and slowly worked on his cock as it slid into my throat, but try as I might, only about half of this monster would fit. I was sideways to him sucking his cock, and his hands began to roam over my back, stopping at my ass. Somewhere in my servicing his cock, he must have wet a finger because he started playing with my ass, rubbing his finger around my anus, before gently easing it in. I sucked even harder, and moaned at the wonderful sensations in my ass. "I want to fuck you," he quietly said. Understand, I was in sheer terror of his cock fucking me, but I nodded yes. I did not come prepared for fucking, but I did have some body lotion. I lay flat on my stomach on a pillow, he lubed my ass and his cock, and he positioned himself at the entrance to my hole. He was hard as steel, and he teased my with that giant mushroom head. I moaned in excitement, finally backing my ass onto his cock. At least I tried. There as extreme pressure but no entry. He then began to gently move the head around in circles and then with a firm push, the head popped into my ass. My breath was taken away. I could not even scream. It hurt like hell. We stayed like that for a bit and then he slowly started to push. Inch-by-inch. Finally, I felt his pubes on my ass. "I can take it," I said in a muted tone. "Yes, you can," he whispered, as he slowly and deliberately alternately entered and withdrew from my hole, eventually sliding in to the hilt. Slowly and deliberately. Within a few minutes of his magic I began to feel a twitch in my ass. I was loving it. The pace built. He pulled back to the head and then shoved all the way. My prostate had been stimulated but never like this. Each time the head of his cock pressed on my prostate, it was unbelievable. I felt like I would pee. He was driving me to feel something I have never felt. He grabbed my hips and increased pace. In and out. Deep. Deep. I was moaning. Suddenly, without touching my cock, I groaned and shot. It was a deep orgasm, such as I had never before felt. Just then he exclaimed "Shit, I cumming," as he buried his cock deep in my hole. I could feel it twitching, twitch after twitch, until finally he lay on top me, giving a deep sign of satisfaction. Afterwards we both showered and went to the deck to have a beer, where we crossed paths with his wife. Giving her a quick kiss, he turned back to me and made the introductions. His wife smiled and commented "Hello, it's nice to meet you. Let's get to know each other better over the next few days." Knowing her husband's semen was churning in my ass I smiled. Later that night, after the wife went to bed, her husband and I fucked again, and that's not all: for the next 13 days, which is to say daily on the balance of the cruise, her husband and I fucked. We parted after the cruise and kept in touch via email but have not seen each other. Last week, however, I received a message from him, and when we chatted we were able to coordinate our vacation plans, so all three of us, the man, his wife and I will be on the same ship. I cannot wait for 17 days of food, wine, sun and fucking. What could possibly be better?

Thanks for the follow, sexy!

Gotta love public restrooms headed back from a friends yesterday stopped at a truck stop along i10 in phx to piss, grab a drink, and fill up. In the restroom .... fot in stall next to me indicates via tapping hes looking. We meet up, older kinda thick invites me to his rig. Quickly fills me up and i head out my car full of gas and me full of cum

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I enjoy being stretched out and being able to accommodate huge stuff in me. I can pleasure humans most guys can't handle and that keeps me well supplied in large cock. At sex parties, sex clubs etc. it's amazing how many guys will run their hand allung the crack of my beefy ass and feel it gaping and coated in nut juice and immediately slide their own cocks or hands into me to use me even more. Most tops I've met like a used bottom and get off on seeing a guy with a gaping canyonized hole. All it does is make me want to take even bigger and thicker in me. The pleasure stim is worth it unquestionably.

I went to the CumUnion in Portland at Hawk's last year. Had a decent time. Wandered around a bit checking things out. A younger bearded guy took me into an alcove and we started making out. He was there with his boyfriend. I was a little disappointed when he gave me a condom, but I still went along with it and fucked him for about twenty minutes 'til he shot his load. After walking around a bit more, I was in the glory hole tunnel when a guy walked through and stopped in front of me and started fondling my cock. He got me hard then turned around and backed his ass onto my cock. I fucked him there for about ten minutes while a few other guys watched. We moved to the slings and he got into one and I fucked him for another 10 minutes until I unloaded in his ass. I left him in the sling and I went to shower. Hawk's was fun but I prefer Steam.

Hi ... thanks for the rep. Have a great weekend m8. xxxx

I am a middle school teacher, and I have no shame about going on apps while my students are doing work. I especially love setting something up and knowing the moment that the school bell rings I get to leave and play as well. This past Friday I was hit up by someone with a blank profile. The guy asked if I was his younger brother's teacher. I replied it was possible. He replied he thought it would be very hot for him to screw his little brother's teacher. I asked for pictures and I send mine in return. He sent me a pic of a dick that was a little bit over average with trimmed pubes. The photograph also revealed the guy had abs and some muscle definition, but I couldn't see much of his chest or face. Still, I had no trouble agreeing to meet, he responded with his address, and immediately after school I drove over to his place. He was a well-built country boys with a baby face, clean shaven, blue eyes, short brown hair, and nicely packed with muscle. We got right down to business. I sucked him off in the living room of the house he shares with his parents and one of my students. Much of the time I blew him he stared out the front window, and after a few minutes he instructed me to look out the window. Doing so, I saw his little brother walking up the driveway. Naturally I panicked - if nothing else, my car was in the driveway, and while my car didn't display any particularly distinctive bumper stickers that would immediately identify me, I've found many students are quite aware of their teachers' cars. In any event, my host quickly escorted me to the second floor into his bedroom. Once the door was closed he handed me a bottle of poppers, instructing me to take several huffs. Then he had me lay on my back and he penetrated my ass, securing my throat with one hand as his other hand kept my mouth firmly closed. He also commented in an ominous voice "If you're too loud I'l let my little brother into the room." He pounded away, however, before five minutes passed his little brother knocked on the door, asking to come in. Repeatedly the older brother answered 'no', all the while pounding my ass faster and faster. By the time fifteen minutes had passed, I was certain he was about to blow - only for his younger brother, my student, to resume knocking at the door, threatening "I know you're screwing some bitch and I'm gonna take a picture of the two of you when you come out." For whatever reason, that is what sent him over the edge. I could actually feel his cock unload deep inside my ass. As he did so, he released my throat and mouth and passionately kissed me, as he furiously continued pumping my ass, in and out, in and out, ensuring his load wouldn't ooze down my legs. When he finally withdrew, he presented me with his wet, semen and lube covered cock - just so I could lick it clean. He made up a plan where, as I was leaving, he would run interference with his brother, but before he would allow me to leave he got me to to promise to return today, Monday, immediately after school - for another go-around. He also instructed me to teach his little brother's class while a medium sized butt plug was lodged in my ass. I am heading to work with those supplies inside of my bag as I finish this. Have a great work week, everybody!

Here's an update. I followed through with the dude's instruction and had a butt plug in my ass as I taught the dude's brother's class. In fact I had the butt plug in my ass during two classes as my schedule didn't allow me any other options. My student's big brother was really pleased when I messaged him about the butt plug. While I thought his fetish was a bit odd, I reasoned "Anything to get bred, right?" After school let out I drove to his house, but on this occasion I parked my car a bit down the street which I reasoned with leave me less exposed should the younger brother show-up, as he had the first time around. The play session began with the guy gushing over the fact that he found it soooooo hot I had a toy in my ass while his brother was in my classroom. As he was obviously very turned on, I went down on my knees and began sucking his dick. Within a few minutes, however, as before, the two of us moved upstairs because his brother, my student, was returning home. He stayed down stairs to invent a cover story for his brother's benefit, explaining he'd be in his room for some time, and that he needed privacy to focus on his work. (Closet cases surely are a strange lot.) While he was away, I spent the time huffing poppers, lubing my hole, and reading myself. When he entered the room carrying a basket of laundry, he dropped the clothing, stripped off his shorts, and slid into my ass. Although I was super happy to get fucked my him, I was no less happy I had prepped myself for him. This time around he grabbed a pair of boxers off the top of the laundry basket and stuffed them in my mouth. Before long I realized the shorts in my mouth were wet with sweat and cum. I moaned in pleasure and sucked on them. For thirty minutes he fucked my hole, dumping two loads in the process. Ordinarily I wouldn't take take dick for that long, but I was very committed to pleasuring this guy as long as I was able. As I dressed he moved to scout for his brother, ensuring I had a clear exit. Just before I slipped out of the room, I noticed the boxers he had stuffed into my mouth were clearly too small to be his, but I suppose that can be a conversation another time. In any event, he returned, announced the coast was clear, and escorted me out. I'm not sure what his fascination with his little brother is, but I sure love getting fucked by the guy.

Sorry guys, but I don't believe in victimization. Us gay guys have been victimized by others way too long to keep perpetuating this state ourselves. Shouldn't we take responsibility for our own actions instead, since those are the only ones we can actively control? If I decide to get into that sling and let others use me as their cumdump, I have to be aware that this decision is fraught with certain risks. More than thirty years after the outbreak of AIDS, knowing those risks is not some kind of secret lore anymore. So I have to be honest to myself and face the question why I am lying in that sling in the first place. I know this risky behavior is highly unreasonable and delegating accountability is not going to make it appear any more sane. Men have been lying in order to get their rocks off for as long as mankind exists, and for most of that time there was no such thing as protection. All men love to dump their loads into a tight, receptive hole and some (mostly gay) men also love to be on the receiving end. AIDS hasn't changed this innate need for complete, unbridled connectedness and, trust me, it never will. I know that some men will do whatever it takes to plant their seed (no matter if POZ or NEG) securely into another guy's guts and ignoring this knowledge won't get me anywhere. Let's finally be honest to ourselves: there is no safe way of being a cumdump for random strangers' cocks! IMO, people who believe that shifting responsibility to somebody else will free them from all liabilities are terribly wrong. Because there are two decisions to be taken into account: that stranger's decision to tell a lie and my decision to buy it. And the fact that he's responsible for his decision doesn't mean that I am no longer responsible for mine. When I know the possible side-effects of my actions and feel like I couldn't live with them, then what the fuck am I doing in that sling anyway?!? The answer to that is simple: I am there for a reason. And that reason is my innate need for feeling fat bare mancocks pounding my fuckchute skin-on-skin and drenching my insides in their reproductive fluids. I'm lying in that sling because I want...I need cock. A lot of cock. And cum. As much of it as all those strangers can possibly muster. And if the only way of reaching this state of cum-drenched nirvana is buying their lies, then I'll happily do just that. And that willingness is my fault alone, not theirs. It's really as simple as that. So instead of blaming others for things we should have stopped them from doing in the first place, let's just embrace our carnal needs - with all the risks that come with them. Because lying in that sling with my eyes rolled back into my head and my fuckhole twitching uncontrollably while a total stranger is pounding my cum-slick, worn-out boycunt with deep, relentless strokes of his gnarled, uncut daddydick, the wet smacking of flesh hitting flesh filling my ears, I honestly couldn't care less about his status. After all, that's what good sex should be all about: switching off your brain and forgetting about the world, totally surrendering to the mind-blowing tingle of your fuckhole's supersensitive nerve endings. And yes, of course there are risks - some of them quite severe - but getting used as a cumdump by a room-full of hirsute, bearded, well-hung strangers until I reach the happy, careless state of cum-fueled oblivion will always outweigh any risk that might occur in the process of getting there.

The problem with your analogy is that even though they would chew you out for not taking precautions, the police still would arrest the guy for stealing your car if they caught him. The fact that you should have been more careful does not make the theft no longer a crime. Personal responsibility goes both ways. Yes, the bottom in the sling should practice a more effective prevention strategy, but the top has a responsibility to answer the question truthfully (even though the use of the word "clean" is rude, everyone knows what is meant by it) and respect the bottom's wishes. What you are doing is blaming the victim, and that is never okay. Expecting people not to steal or lie may be naive. Still, the negligence of the car owner or the bottom does not relieve the thief or the stealther of their personal responsibility.

I do not get to play as much as I like. But Thursday I was able to have someone over and he fisted me hard for 3 hours. Punch fisting and double fisting. The only reason we stopped was the bleeding from my ass was getting to be too much (for him). Then Friday night I went to the bathhouse. Slammed in my room. Got fucked raw in my room, in blackout room, through glory hole, and in sling. Got a few loads in me. Was a young black guy with a huge cock. I was one of 2 in a sling and 2 others on fuck benches. He went from guy to guy fucking all 4 of us so my ass had his cock and ass juices and cum from the other 3 on his cock into my home. Finally he came in my hole which inspired 2 others to breed me. One whispered that he was poz and was it ok if he came in me. I pushed harder against his cock then said so all could hear to fuck his poz load in my hole and he did. Then Saturday night was similar at the bathhouse. But this 20 year old fucked me in the blackout room and others were listening (and watching as much as possible in total black). Made me laugh that a few felt his cock and my hole to see if he was fucking me raw. When they could tell he was I heard NICE. Later in the hallway I saw him and leaned against the wall and he fucked me in bright light with others watch or just walked by. Very hot weekend. I only got about 10 loads in my hole and no piss, but it was great.

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CHAPTER 10: “ahhhhhhhhhh… ahhh… ……. oh fuck………. oh fuck………. oh fuck………..”, “FUCK YES! FUCKING BREED ME!”, there’s much heavy breathing and we’re both moaning like crazy as Mike’s raw cock scratches my most urgent itch. “I want it … oh fuck … yeah, I want it … fucking load me up Mike, fucking poz my hole!”, I’m practically yelling at Mike as he pounds my ass; our sex is usually loud and verbal. I just feel I need him to know how much I want him and how much I want his cum inside me; I also know how much hot verbal gets him off. “Fuck babe… fuck yea… gonna fucking load you up”, “Fuck yea … “, the breathing is heavy and our words are labored, erotic and filthy. Between breathes and expletives Mike kisses me. I’m in my favorite position for being bred, on my back, legs up, ass vulnerable. When Mike and Chris fuck me lately its everything I can do to tell them how much I want this and how much I want to convert. I can hardly believe I’m saying the words considering how afraid I’ve been in the past. But, now I’m full on bug chasing, and I intend to test positive from one of their loads if I haven’t already. “My poz cock’s so hard … Gonna fucking knock you up Kev … Gonna fucking poz that hole, gonna fucking breed you”, he says to me in his usual determined tone. I know the home test says I’m neg, but I also know I can already be HIV+ and the home test just isn’t sensitive enough to pick it up yet. “OHHHH Mike … oh fuck, … If I’m not already, I’m gonna be soon”, I think. “FUCKING DO IT MIKE! FUCK!”, I groan again as he long dicks me and the head of that perfect poz dick stabs away at the walls of my ass. I can feel every part of his raw dick, every vein, every inch. “I want that poz load … I wa… “, but he pulls his cock all the way out of me, interrupting me. Mike gives his cock a few quick strokes, “Yeah you’re a twisted fuck like me, aren’t you? … You’re gonna get it babe. You’re gonna end up an HIV+ bareback pig slut just like me. You like that idea don’t you?”, I love it when he’s verbal and aggressive, he doesn’t wait for me to respond, “That it huh? That’s what gets you off?”. He continues stroking himself, getting closer and closer. I didn’t need to think about it though, I only need the heat of his body and the raw sex to answer for me, “Fucking poz me Mike! Fucking tag this hole … knock it up!”. I can smell the sweat in Mike’s armpits and the beads from his forehead are dripping on to me. His breathing is so heavy that his words are mostly groans. “Open up”, he says with a groan, “Ahhhhh… ahhhhhh……… fuck…. Fuck………. You want this? OPEN UP!“, he demands. Mike groans loudly, and then collapses on top of me, and almost immediately I feel the warm flow of his cum squirting into me, as it pulses and throbs deep inside my asshole. “Ahhhh, fuuuuck, babe; thats so hot!", he says, breathless. I seize the moment and squeeze down with my ass trying to milk the last drops of Mike’s toxic load as he lifts his head to look at me. One final kiss, followed by a, “Love you babe … but gotta finish up and get out of here”, and Mike pulls out, leaving my hole feeling empty. I find a butt plug and work it in to keep his poz load inside me. I take Mike to the airport for his business trip, two weeks without him will suck. Chris and I will finally have some private time though, and as much as I love Mike, I think Chris and I both are needing some sex together with just us. On the way back the phone buzzes, and its Chris, I mouth the words, “Speak of the other devil” and look at the message: Chris: “Sup” Me: “Dropping Mike off” Chris: “Cool. Headed your way, horned af” Me: “MMMMMMM” Chris: “Be wearing your little present for me” I shouldn’t text and drive, by now, Chris knows what I want and need. I hope he’s there when I get back. As soon as I walk in the door the clothes come off – I hate them – I love being naked almost as much as I love being bred. I’m naked in the house most of the time now anyways. I put my cock cage on, per Chris’ direction, and suddenly I’m very aware of my equipment. I hear his car, then foot steps, then the key. I greet Chris at the door, “Hey sexy man”, and I kiss him passionately, “Hey you”, kissing me back. “Got you all to myself now huh?”, he asks with a little hint of darkness in his voice. I nod. He looks down and notices me wearing my cock cage, he smiles, “Key?”, he asks bluntly. I knew he’d want it, so I have it with me, I press it into his hand. “Good boy … you’re gonna be in this all week … turn around”, kissing me again, “Gotta couple of surprises for you”, he says. Chris is being coy, and a little dramatic … its almost maniacal on his part. I honestly have no idea what he’s means by “surprises”, but I’m good at taking direction, and I turn around presenting my ass to him. Chris feels me up, “I’m so fucking horny … been wanting this hole all fucking day”, I moan feeling his hands on my ass. Chris drops to his knees, and just like clockwork, I feel the scruff of his facial hair and then his tongue on my ass. “Bet he’s searching for Mike’s load”, I think, but all that comes out of my mouth is a soft, intense moan. Chris grabs my cheeks, kissing and biting each one before pulling me in closer to his face. His tongue laps at the folds of my ass lips with long, erotic strokes. "Oh fuck Chris … feels so fucking good", I moan as he’s digging his tongue deeper into me. I can feel his nose run over my hole over and over as he runs his face and tongue up and down the crack. Getting my hole ate is one of the most intense, erotic things I can ever imagine – I love it – I crave it. I can never get enough. Chris continues eating my ass like a starving man, I moan and unconsciously find myself pushing my ass back into his face, literally trying to fuck myself on his tongue. "FUCK! That ass is so good, I can eat this pussy all night", he doesn’t realize I might just take him up on that. I reach back, spreading my cheeks for him, begging him to go deeper. “That Mike’s load?!”, he barks. I know Chris loves felching and I’m doing what I can to help give him a taste of Mike’s cum. Chris’ spit is going all over my ass and I know he’s not only trying to get at Mike’s load, but he’s also prepping me for what comes next. For the next five minutes, Chris goes to town on my ass. After plunging his tongue into me again and again, he starts to move outward. Licking the skin of my cheeks and sucking on my taint. When he gets as far as my balls, he pauses to huff my nut stink before diving back down on my hole. “Ahhhhhh… . ahhhhh… “, through this intense torment, I’m moaning, and I can feel my dick trying to breach the cock cage without any luck. My eyes are closed and I’m lost to what his face is doing to my ass – its pretty clear I love it when Chris eats my ass. Mike also eats my hole, but its nothing like when Chris does it. Suddenly Chris stands up, hovering over my backside, holding me close. I can feel his rock hard cock, I’ve awaken the weapon, and now its letting me know that its loaded and ready to fire. Chris guides me to the back of the arm chair pressing his cock against me. Pressed against me, he just holds me there for a moment, letting me know who is in control. “Fuck me”, I beg him, feeling his precum leaking out onto my body. Chris moves his cock up and down in the crack of my ass coating it with toxic precum and teasing me all at the same time. Chris likes doing this, he likes showing how he’s the top and you’re the bottom. I’m just a hole to him, and he’s about to inject a big load of HIV+ cum into it. When Chris fucks I know his intent is to convert the guy he’s breeding. "I want you to ride me", Chris moves around to the front of the arm chair and sits down, "Just come up here and sit on it". With Chris moving to the chair I’m nearly sex starved without his touch, my mouth is hanging open as I crawl up onto the arm-chair, it creaking slightly underneath the weight of our bodies. I let Chris line up his cock with my hole before lowering myself. “Fuuuuuuck”, a moan escapes me, I didn’t realize how much I’ve been craving his poz dick. I do my best to stay focused on the dick in my ass, not the pain in my thighs from our position. Part of me worries that I’ll slip and impale myself painfully on his cock. I know my ass is well used, and pre-lubed with Mike’s load, but not so well that Chris’ big prick can go balls deep all in one shot. With guidance I finally reach the base and nestle my ass into his groin. My cock is straining against the cock cage, it stings, and I know its no joke that Chris intends to keep me locked down all week. Chris groans loudly, "Kev …, fuck babe, I need you to ride this dick, not just sit there. You want some more poz seed? You better fucking work for it". Not needing to be told twice, I start bouncing up and down on Chris’ cock. I quickly realize that I’ve got nothing to get leverage on, so I grab Chris’ shoulders, using his body to lift myself up and down, impaling myself. We kiss, “Fuck”, I moan again, as I thinks about Chris being both a boyfriend to me and a lover. I can’t focus, each time Chris’ cock thrusts into me, its like fireworks, it makes it so hard for me to concentrate on anything. The hot, wet kisses continue as he fucks me. I can tell the movement and the sensations of my ass are working Chris over and making him more than a little crazy. Chris brings his hands up along my torso and he rubs my back, then he moves his fingers over my ribs and starts to pull and tug on my nipples. “Fuck! … oh fuck!”, escapes my mouth, both from the tit play and the girth of his poz dick in my hole. Chris grabs the back of my head and pulls my mouth to his face again, his spit and tongue invading my mouth as we start a longer, sloppier make-out session. Our tongues wrestle as they lick and kiss each other's open mouths, lips, and cheeks. After about a minute, Chris breaks away from me and leans back into the chair, letting me full on ride him. He starts moaning, almost like he’s in a trance. "Oh fuck, that's so good", he says, "Oh yeah babe… that's good … So fucking good", he repeats over and over. I know Chris’ body, and I know the onset of his orgasm, and I know my ass is about to take a second load of unmedicated poz cum for the day. Chris grabs onto my hips and starts to really fuck me. He pulls his dick out five or six inches and then plunges it back inside. We’re both sweating, the pace is quickened, and Chris starts to grunt. "Ohhhh fuck … oh fuckk… Here it comes. Another dirty …. AHHHHHHH … AHHHHHHHHH… FUCK!!! FUCK!!!!", Chris groans loudly into my body, holding me tightly. The feeling of sudden pleasure and warm wetness rocks me and I can't help but yell out an incomprehensible string of sounds that taper off into a moan. I watch Chris' face as he starts to blow his load. His lips are slightly open and his facial expressions change as the blast wave of pleasure hits him. I always try to imagine Chris' poz dick swelling up deep in my gut and then the ropes of his load spewing from the flared head when he orgasms. I can hardly take it, its sensory overload, and I start bucking up and down, doing my best to get every drop. Chris leans up and kisses me again, both of us moaning our assent of the rough, sweaty sex that just took place. We both know he just pumped another load of poz cum into me. “That’s so hot baby… your ass just took a big fucking load”, “I know … I felt it”, I can bare speak between breathes. I climb off of the chair, sitting on the couch, and we both relax and enjoy Chris’ orgasm for a few more minutes. “Let’s take a shower babe”, he says popping up off the chair. I follow him into the bathroom and get the warm water going. The shower in my house is a glass cube and its got room for all of us. It strikes that Mike and I have sex in the shower all the time but I’ve almost never done this with Chris, “That needs to change”, I think. I open the glass door to the shower to lead him in, “We need to fuck in here, too”, "I can handle that any day of the week!”, he follows me in, “Right now though I need to piss" he says. I know what I want and I move the shower head back so its not hitting us so directly. I immediately sink down to my knees in the shower stall. "Don't waste that", I say with a sinister tone in to voice. He looks at me and his eyebrows shoot up, then he’s got the biggest grin on his face. He moves to face me, pointing his cock squarely at my chest. His piss splashes out, in a burst onto me, and he guides the stream down to my crotch, then to my hips. As the stream jets out Chris moves his cock methodically back up to my chest, hitting each of my nipples with his piss bath. The titillation is too much for me and I lean forward, gobbling the tip of his pissing cock into my mouth and do my best to guzzle it all down – fresh from the tap. "Oh fuck baby ... oh fuck yea ... oh yea, swallow that piss ... oh fuck ... yea, drink down that man piss like a good pig." I look up to his eyes and he’s watching me intently as I drink him down. "Yea babe, been wanting to share piss with you all day and this is just what I need, watching you drink it all down. FUCK this is too HOT!" I swallow as fast as I can, but he’s not holding anything back and some of his piss overflows my mouth, coating my chest and crotch. I gulp and gulp his hot piss, trying to groan around the head of his dick as I realize how much my dick is throbbing in the cock cage, being contained from the excitement of the piggish thing I’m doing right now. Finally, I can tell his piss flow is slowing down, and then he does exactly what I long for, he pulls his cock from my mouth with his hand and shakes the remaining drops right onto my face. I stand up, moving the streaming water back onto us, and Chris kisses me, tasting his own piss in my mouth. After a few minutes of kissing and touching we actually wash our bodies and get cleaned up before leaving the shower and heading back into the living room. With our towels in hand we plop down naked on the couch. Chris proceeds to tell me about his “surprises”. He tells me that later this week he and I will visit a doctor friend of his, and I will get properly tested for HIV. “I think its time we find out if you’re poz babe … “, I nod, then he drops the other shoe, “I want to know if you’ve got my strain, Mike’s strain or someone else’s”, he says, “Sounding a little hopeful that its his”, I think. How does he know what Mike’s strain is, “How do you … “, “I took Mike three weeks ago … he doesn’t have my strain”. “How…”, “They can test if it’s the same … plus my strain is partially med-resistant. I’m resistant to both of the medications in Truvada, Mike’s isn’t”. I nod again, the reality of all this “reality” is hitting me a bit cold; I feel myself go a bit pale. Chris can tell the information is a bit much and pulls me close, “Don’t worry babe … this is all part of everything about being poz … and we both know you’re probably going to test positive”. I nod again, Chris’ hands on my body make me feel loved and more comfortable with his words. “I know … I know … “, I say trying to sound more comfortable. Then I grin devilishly at Chris and whisper, “I hope its yours”, he smiles, kissing me, “Me too”. Then it occurs to me, “That your only surprise? I thought you said ‘surprises’”. “There’s more”, he says. I look at his eyes, like a puppy, awaiting explanation. “There’s this boy … “, he starts, I nod thinking, “There always is”. “He’s 18 … maybe 19 now, he’s on Prep and always teasing me on Grindr about how he’s ok taking poz dick and that we need to hook up and so on… and on and on”, he continues. I nod, but he pauses, my mouth must be hanging open. Just as I’m about to ask him, “He’s doesn’t know I’m resistant to Truvada and he’s coming over here with me this weekend.” It occurs to me, “He must think he’s safe on Prep”, then Chris continues, “You and I are going to fuck and breed him and try to … ”, but I finish his sentence, “Poz him”. We both stop, then, “Oh fuck that’s hot”, softly escapes my lips.

Part 6 I could have stayed in bed with Craig all day, but frankly, my hole was feeling a bit used up. Craig said, "Babe, this is sweet, but I have to go." "Yeah, so do I," I answered, remembering I had a date with Frank that day. I was eager to get to know him better, to learn more about the real man before my fantasies became impossible for anyone to live up to. We both cleaned up and grabbed something to eat. Craig's phone went off. I washed up dishes while he talked. He ended up with, "OK I'll try to get a ride. See you in a bit," and he winked at me. He hung up and asked me if I could drop him off somewhere. Of course I could. We headed down to my car. He looked at me seriously. "Are you doing OK? How are you feeling? Any regrets?" "I feel.. well I am not sure yet about all my feelings. But I have no regrets. Last night felt like my destiny. It felt like a first step on a journey." "I know what you mean. I'm still with the guy who showed me that first step." He leaned in for a kiss. He pulled out a small notepad. "Here's the address I'm heading for. Do you know it?" I looked and my jaw dropped. It was Frank's address- the house on the lake! He saw my reaction. "Something wrong?" It took me a few seconds to say anything. "I know that place. I know who lives there. Mr. Marco is your guy?" "Mr. Marco?" He laughed. "I mean Frank. He was my teacher in high school." Craig laughed harder. Pieces were falling into place. "He is your guy- the guy who pozzed you?" Craig nodded, and his laughing calmed down. "So that's why he..." Craig said, "Why he...? Why he what? This sounds very interesting." "I met him about 2 weeks ago. After 20 years... He invited me over to his place, his parents' old place. We went swimming and..." "And... did he fuck you?" "No no- I sucked him off and he blew his load all over himself. I wanted to lick it up but he wouldn't let me." "No he wouldn't. That's just like him. He wouldn't do anything like that unless you knew his status and he knew you wanted it. I guess you guys didn't talk about that yet. Hey, I have an idea. I want to play with him... just a little." He had that evil grin again. "You have no idea how much I want to play with him! With both of you, actually!" Craig laughed again. "Oh that will happen, babe, believe me. I want to send him a pic of you- smile!" Craig typed on his phone. "I told him I found a ride with a nice guy who says he knows him." I realized I had not even started the car, so I did and we headed towards the lake. "He just texted me back- says your name is Jeff." He typed some more. "I asked him if I should fuck you... He says no way! I'm sending a different pic of you now." I was starting to breath a little heavier, wondering how this would turn out. Craig's phone was quiet. I didn't want Frank to get angry. I was about to say something when the phone went off again. "Oh boy, I think he's really pissed!" Craig didn't seem too concerned, but I was. "I think he likes you, he's being very protective. I'm sending him something else." "Craig, I don't know about this." But he just leaned in for another kiss. I paid attention to the road, but my mind was spinning. After 5 minutes Craig's phone went off. "I sent him that video I took of us." Oh my god! What would Frank think? "He says he watched it 5 times and he says to hurry. Well see how this goes." Craig sure was a trouble maker. I sped up the car, but we were almost there anyway. We pulled into the drive. Frank was standing there waiting for us. He opened my door for me. I got out and fell into a big warm hug from him. "Jeff, it is so good to see you again. You have been on my mind quite a bit these last 2 weeks." "You've been on my mind, too." It felt so good to be in his arms. He seemed calm and happy. But then he turned toward Craig with a scowl and said, "You and I will have a talk later, boy." Craig had a sheepish look on his face and made himself scarce. What a change in him. Frank put his arm around my shoulders and led me into the house. "You and I need to talk right now, Jeff." It sounded almost like a scolding from a teacher, but the tone was softer and full of concern. He had questions- how I met Craig, did I know their connection when we met, did Craig know of our history from 20 years ago? I answered it all as we slowly walked through the house, his arm around me the whole time. He said, "Now let's get serious. You know now we are both poz. I am happy and healthy, and so is he. Are you sure he didn't talk you into anything? He didn't trick you?" "Not at all," I said. "We spent 2 nights together. The first night he didn't tell me his status. I fucked him, but he didn't fuck me. I would have let him- I was really turned on, but he wouldn't. But he said things that I figured out later. I guessed he was poz. I gave that a lot of thought. Believe me, it made me think. I realized some things about myself. I got honest with myself and m y fantasies, and even all the sex I had had the last couple of years. I had been subconsciously seeking it out- watching bareback porn exclusively, fucking and getting fucked bare. The next time I was with him he told me the truth, and he was willing to play the same way with me. But I told him I wanted it. It was 100% my own decision. You saw that video. You heard me say I wanted it. And I still do." I realized we had ended up in a bedroom. Frank kissed me and held me close to him. I felt his thick, hard cock pressing against me, and I'm sure he felt that mine was hard, too. "Yes I saw that video. Damn, Jeff, I saw that video." He was whispering into my ear. "I saw it and I heard you say those words. My cock has been hard for you since I saw it. I want you so bad." "And I want you. I want you and all you can give me." Frank let out a low, deep growl and dragged me over to the bed. He started taking my clothes off, and I started on his. We were soon naked and kissing again. His fat uncut cock was oozing precum. I reached down for it and started slowly stroking it. I got down on my knees and took it into my mouth. His hands stroked my hair. After a short minute he reached down and pulled me up to face him again. He brought me down onto the bed with him and started to kiss my chest. He licked and nibbled on my nipples and I moaned deeply. I reached for his pierced nipples and squeezed them and twisted them. That got him going even more. He pushed my legs up a bit and swallowed my raging dick all the way. Oh my god! What a feeling. I couldn't believe how close I was to blowing my load. He seemed to pick up on that nd moved his mouth down to my balls. He licked them and took them into his mouth one at a time. Then he took them both and swirled his tongue around them. Then he tongue trailed down lower and started to tease my fuck hole. He kissed it and licked it very gently, making deep humming noises. My head was tossing side to side. This was unbelievable I had fantasies about having sex with this beautiful man so many years ago, but my boyish fantasies had never been like this. They had never been so hot! He lifted his face up and moved up and kissed me on the lips with a tender passion. He looked me in the eyes with a big smile and rested his hand on my chest. I felt that wonderful cock of his pressing against my hip. He said, "Baby, I want you so bad, but that sweet hole of yours seems very tender. My boy sure used you well." I smiled back, "He sure did. I took 3 loads from him." "Believe me, I want to give you even more, but you need to recover." "Frank, please!" I knew I sounded desperate, but I really was. "Well, baby, I sure don't want to stop! We're not done yet, don't worry." He scooted up the bed and rested on his back. His sexy, furry body and hot, hard, dripping cock were all I could look at. I wanted him so much. I wanted his seed- his poz seed. "I remember your mouth on my balls. Come up here and do that again." I scurried up and took his balls in my mouth. I suckled on them every way I could. I delighted in the noises he made while I worshipped those balls. He grabbed my head and held it there. "Feel that cum churning in there, baby. That's a load just for you. Do you want that load?" All I could do was mumble and nod yes. "That load is your and yours alone. Now that I know you want my charged cum, my cum is longing for you. Every seed needs to be inside you." I reached up to touch that cock. He had been slowly stroking it, but his hand fell away to let me do the work. I squeezed his veiny dick and pushed the foreskin up and down. My hand got wet from his precum. "Oh fuck, baby! I'm going to blow that poz load now! I want you to swallow every drop now!" In no time I took his cock in my mouth. I plunged down to the root of it. He wasted no time- his cock pulsed again and again as I tasted that glorious cum. My own cock started to shoot without even a touch. "Oh fuck!" he shouted. "Take that load! Take that poz cum!" He must have shoot 8 or 9 times into my mouth. I kept my lips wrapped around the base of his cock until I felt it stop twitching. His bod eventually relaxed, but I did not relax my oral grip on him. His hands were slowly stroking my hair. After what seemed to be a long long time, but not quite long enough he said, "Thank you, Jeff. That was the best orgasm I have had in a while. Let's go get cleaned up." I lifted my head up reluctantly. He looked down and said, "Well, it looks like you got every drop. Good boy." My heart swelled when he said that. He took my by the hand and we went into the bathroom. We stepped into the shower together and slowly and sensually soaped each other up, kissing and caressing the whole time. We got out and toweled each other off. We went back out into the bedroom, and there was Craig standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest and one eyebrow raised. "Is it safe to be here?" he asked with a bit of a smirk. "Yes, boy, you are safe. We're cool," Frank said with a beaming smile. "I think Jeff needs to go home- after we feed him. Well, I just fed him, but you know what I mean" Frank laughed, and Craig laughed, and so did I. Frank continued, "He needs to let all our seed germinate a bit, and his ass needs a rest. You sure had your fun with him, boy." He put his arm around my shoulder again. "But we need him to come back after he recovers. I am thinking of all kinds of things we can do with this hot fucker together." Now Frank got that same evil look in his eye. "Are you OK with that, Jeff?" "You have to ask? I sure as hell am OK with that!" I almost shouted that. "Can I come back after work on Friday?" Frank gave my shoulder a big squeeze. "Friday will be perfect. That gives me and my boy enough time to get things ready. Let's get down to the lake for a swim." I grabbed my clothes, and we all 3 hurried down to the lake. I was ondering what things they were going to get ready, but I didn't ask. I was going to enjoy many fantasies about that before I came back. Part 7 coming soon

Part 3 I woke up before Craig did. I got up and looked down at his sexy body, then headed to the bathroom for a shower. My mind was spinning from meeting these 2 different hot men in the space of 2 weeks. It did feel like I had met Frank for the first time, since our situations were so different from 20 years ago. I got dressed and went into the kitchen to fix breakfast. My mind was racing the whole time. I thought of how much fun I had with Craig last night, and of the things he had said. Is he poz? He said he only fucked bare, and that seemed to be the reason he didn't even try to fuck me last night. That whole line of thought was strangely arousing to me. He also said he had a hot guy. Does that mean he's in a relationship? If so, it didn't stop him from hooking up with me. Then my mind went back to Frank. I had been thinking of him for 2 weeks now- thinking of him and lusting after him. That thick veiny uncut cock that pulsed so hard when he shot his load had been almost an obsession. Was he going to call like he said? Would I see that cock again, touch it again, maybe more. I couldn't help but wonder how that pulsing cock would feel inside my hole. But why did he react the way he did after he shot his load? I heard a yawn behind me, and Craig was there putting his arms around me. "Good morning white boy," he said with that sexy little chuckle of his. "I hope you had fun last night." "I had a blast!" I turned around for a kiss. "I know you had a blast babe- the blast was in me remember?" He winked at me. "OK if I grab a shower?" "Of course. Breakfast will be done when you come out." He trotted into the bathroom. As soon as he closed the door my phone rang. "Hello." "Hey Jeff, good morning. This is Frank." "Oh hi! How are you?" My heart started beating faster. "Jeff, I'm sorry I didn't call before. I've had a lot of things to deal with back home and here at the house. I've been thinking about you though." "I've been thinking about you too. I'm so happy you called." "Oh good. Listen, I want to see you again very soon. You're probably working tomorrow, right?" "Frank, I'm pretty much my own boss. I can take a day off no problem." "Nice! Come over anytime tomorrow. We have some things to talk about." "Oh? That sounds a little serious." "Well, life is serious. Or it can be. Let's just say I need us to be clear about things, about our relationship. I'd love for us to spend a lot of time together, but we need to lay our cards on the table." I heard the shower turn off. "OK Frank. It's good to be clear about things, I agree. I'll see you tomorrow." "Great Jeff. Bye for now." "Bye." Craig appeared in the kitchen wearing the same clothes he had on last night, of course. "Something smells good!" put breakfast on the table and poured us both some coffee. We dug right in. That workout last night made us hungry. "Hey, can you still take me over to pick up my luggage?" "Of course. Let's head right over." I parked across the street from the station. "I'll be right back," Craig said. He sprinted across the street. I watched that ass that was full of my cum. 2 minutes later He stepped out the door. He stopped all of a sudden and pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. He stood there smiling and talking, laughing, nodding, talking some more. He looked at me and waved. The call finished and he trotted back to the car. I got out an opened the hatch, but he didn't put his bags in. "Hey Jeff, thanks for everything. I was going to ask you to drop me somewhere, but I have errands to run and I'll be getting a ride later. But I want to see you again- are you free for dinner tonight?" "Sure I am. You want to meet me at the bar or at my place?" "Let's meet at the bar. I want to pick you up again. I love getting lucky like that!" He laughed out loud and so did I. "You sure I can't take you somewhere?" I asked. But he said everything was all arranged. We hugged, and he planted a deep kiss on me. His hands reached down and squeezed my ass. He winked at me, picked up his bags, and headed down the street. I stood there blushing like a teenager. I spent all day doing housework and getting some work things in order, clearing things up for my unplanned day off. The time flew. I had so much to think about. Things like this just didn't happen to me. I sat down and turned on the TV, but I have no idea what was on. It was just noise while I had a thousand thoughts tumbling around. The mysterious Frank- what exactly did we need to have clear between us. He seemed really interested in some kind of relationship, but what did he mean by that? What was I looking for? I would love at least a friendship, but had to admit the idea of more than that really appealed to me. Then there was Craig. These thoughts were even harder to deal with. I was pretty sure he was poz. Maybe that should concern me more than it seemed to. I looked back on my sexual activities over the last few years. I had been with a few men, but not that many. I had fucked and been fucked by almost all of them. When was the last time I actually played safe though? I couldn't even remember. I had been looking around on hook-up sights online, like almost every gay man did, I assumed. I had to admit I had seen some poz guys who had turned me on. I had even chatted with some. If I was truly honest with myself, I had to admit to spending time on sites dedicated to barebacking, and watched my share of bareback porn. Hell, I had even read some stories that involved deliberate pozzing and what they called bug chasing. Then I imagined the reverse of what happened last night- with Craig fucking me bare instead of me fucking him bare. Did I want that? Did I want him to shoot his poz cum inside me? I realized my dick was rock hard- was that my answer? If anyone asked me if I would knowingly, willingly take a poz load up my ass, I would quickly say no. But If I asked myself, I seemed to answer differently. I could believe I was having these thoughts. But it felt right somehow. It seemed like something I would not say no to. Maybe I would even ask for it. I looked up at the clock and saw it was time to head for the bar. I got inside the bar and saw Craig sitting down at the end of the bar in the same place he was before. I sat a few seats away, pretending like I hadn't seen him. I looked his way and he flashed me that sexy smile. I kept a straight face, looked at him, and let my hand slowly drop to my crotch and rubbed my dick and gave him a nod. He laughed right out loud and moved down to the seat next to me. "You come here often, white boy? Can I but you a drink?" "Actually, I want to be sober tonight. I'm horny as hell and I want you home in my bed." "Damn! I love a man who knows what he wants and goes for it." "You have no idea. Ready to go?" His eyes widened in surprise, and he paid for his drink and we headed for the door. We got back to my apartment, and as soon as the door was shut I grabbed him. I gave him a deep, hungry kiss and said, "You said you liked white cock and white ass. You got my white cock last night, tonight you can have my white ass if you want it." Part 4 coming soon.

May I ask what's her name on here? I'm just curious because every "real" woman with a certain HIV interest is rare and interesting.

I'm a 25 year old good looking twink guy that is secretly a bareback cumdump whore. When I say lets get nasty im looking for a young buddy to come with me and: ... spend hours at the gloryholes sucking every cock that comes through the hole. ... suck off old guys in gay porn theaters. ... swallow every load. ... blow strange men in their cars. ... beg for cum. ... get fucked bareback in public restrooms. ... take raw cocks and loads up my butt at the gloryhole. ... bend over the back seat in a gay porn theater and lets everyone fuck me, raw. ... refuse to use condoms. ... doesn't refuse a load, from anyone. intentionally leavesthe door unlocked and open when I'm servicing cocks at the gloryhole. ... love being watched being a total whore. ... craves cock and cum. . . .does anonymous pump'n'dumps at home. ... has lost track of the number of cocks I've had inside me. ... can never get enough cum. ... will cum without touching my cock when men dump their loads in me. ... lets men pimp him out in seedy motel rooms. . . .Always has a bottle of poppers handy . . .loves being humiliated ---begs for poz tops to load him nasty Now I don't do this every day, but when I slut out I like to get as nasty and dirty as possible. Let me know if you're this kind of guy too. Looking for young in shape preferable muscle or twink bottom or verse guys that want to come out with me and whore out. Maybe get some on video (no face) and put them on the internet. Start a blog together of our sexual escapades as two shameless slut cumdumps. Let me know if you're interested in making a new slutty friend. Neg or poz welcome as long as you're a raw cock taker that loves feeling a man unload in you anon style. Stats: 5'5" white latino, brown hair blue eyes, 130 lbs swimmers gym body, 8inches uncut You be under 35 and in shape. I'll send you pictures.

I love felching and being felched! I love the humiliation and degradation that comes with having my tongue in a sloppy loaded hole and having a guy fart cum out into my eagerly waiting mouth

I love getting fucked bareback and taking anon loads in a dark room. The best places for darkroom action where I live (L.A.) are Slammer sex club and the monthly blackout parties at Midtowne Spa. Based on the numerous posts on BreedingZone, I definitely need to get my hungry hole to the darkrooms in Berlin sometime soon.

this is one seriously fucked up, twisted story....i fucking love it! can't wait for the next installment.

My First Group Breeding and Experience with Watersports: I had three pretty hot breeding experiences within about a month of one another and know that I got positive from one of them – or maybe got poz cum from them all. Here is the story of my first group breeding and first time taking cum in my ass. I was in my 20s and living in Texas and while I had sexual fantasies of being a little wild and piggish, I never acted on them as I was very shy, reserved, and always had safe sex and never took any risks. One afternoon I met a girl I used to work with for lunch in Houston as I was in town for a few days on business. I had a few margaritas, was pretty buzzed, and as I started to head home I passed an old adult movie theater. I remembered hearing about the place and they said it was like a real theater with all the seats and showed porn all the time, but also had some side rooms, booths, arcade, etc… so I figured what the hell and drove around the block a few times, parked, and went in. There were several guys that I could see in the big theater so I nervously sat for a while and watched the porn. It didn’t seem like anything was going on, not even people jacking their dicks, so I got bored and started to walk around to see what else the place had to offer. There was a refreshment/bar area with a few tables where a couple guys were sitting and smoking and they each turned and looked at me hard when I walked by. I ordered a beer, downed it, and walked around some more. Out near the maze and rooms were a few dozen guys of all types from business men to street trade lined up along the walls and I felt like a small calf who had just stumbled into a pack of wolves. I was so nervous so I just stood against the wall and tried to avoid eye contact, but within a couple minutes this white guy who was about 35, 6’5, 240, with a big mustache, in construction boots and kind of dusty clothes came up to me, grabbed my left arm and leaned down and said “Come with me,” before he started to push/guide me towards the end of the hall. We went inside the last room, which reeked and smelled like piss, cum, sweat, and just nastiness. The construction guy shut the door, locked it, then turned and looked at me. He didn’t say a word, just stepped up, put both his hands on my shoulders, pushed me down on my knees and unzipped his pants. I got the idea, so I worked his dick out and was in shock and awe. His cock was huge. I asked him if he had a condom and he said, “Shut up and suck it or I can leave.” So I started sucking him and within seconds he got about 10 inches long and really thick. I had had a few dicks that I thought were big, but nothing like that and started thinking in my head how much I wanted it inside me. After a few minutes sucking his dick he told me to strip. I started to say no, I was not comfortable, and he stepped close, put his hand over mouth and said, “Boy, you want some of this dick?” I just nodded. He then said, “Well then this is how it’s going to be. You are going to do what I tell you, and trust me boy, I will give you what you need. I have a few hours and plan on having a good time, now get out of those clothes.” As I started to undress, he sat on the bench in the room, lit up a cigarette, and watched me. By now, interest in what was going on in our room was clear as I noted some guy looking through the gloryhole from the next room, which made me even more nervous, but I finished stripping. The guy I was with then stood up, slid his pants down, pointed to his dick and sat back down. I went back onto my knees and started sucking. He then stood up and pulled me up, and had me bend over to suck him while he started rubbing his hands up and down my back, then to my ass, then he slammed two fingers in my hole. I tried to stand up and pull away as it hurt like hell being finger fucked with no lube, but he just shoved my head back on his dick and said, “Boy, I won’t tell you again.” So I kept sucking and he started saying “Hmm, nice hole, nice little cunt for me, hmmm.” He then pushed my head back and pointed to the right. Some guy had stuck his dick through the gloryhole and the construction worker pushed me towards it as he walked behind me with his fingers still up my ass. I leaned over, put my hands on the wall and started sucking the dick in the hole. I had never done an anonymous blowjob before, but seemed like I did not have much choice as I wanted the construction guy’s big dick. While I sucked the dick in the hole, the guy behind me pulled his fingers out, leaned over my back and said into my ear, “Don’t stop boy.” I then felt him spit onto my ass, heard him spit onto his dick and I started to stand up to say no, put on a condom. With his left hand he pushed me down and with his right pulled my ass cheeks apart a little and I felt the head of his dick at the edge of my hole. He then shoved his raw dick in as far as he could go. I yelped and tried to stand up as it felt like he was ripping me apart. Trying to push back only pushed his dick deeper in and at the same time he grabbed me by the hips and started slam fucking. I was getting hit in the face with the dick through the hole and my head was hitting the wall. I was having all I could do to stand up and it hurt so fucking bad. Fuck my ass was burning! The guy fucking me slowed a little and shoved my face back to the hole in the wall. I could see the other guys face through the wall who had looked to see what was happening, and he stuck his dick back through. So I sucked it and the guy fucking me started fucking hard again, getting really verbal and loud. “Fucking cunt, yeah take my cock.” About that time the guy in the hole shot his load down my throat and pulled out. My head started banging the wall again and I could hear voices in the hall, people trying to door handle on our room, and I was nervous thinking we were in trouble for some reason, but the guy fucking me was not stopping. Another cock popped through the hole, a big black one that smelled like it had not been washed in weeks. I started sucking it (and gagged some) and the guy fucking me started saying, “Take my cum bitch, take my cum, fuck yeah,” before he shot in my ass. I could not believe it, had never felt that before and it was amazing!! It felt like gallons of hot oil going into me. He then yanked his cock out of my ass, turned me around, pushed my ass towards the black dick in the hole, and I backed up on it. The guy in the hole didn’t seem to mind as I felt him push back, and the construction guy who had just cummed in me made me bend down and start licking his dick clean. I could see cum and blood on his dick and hesitated, but he just shoved my head down on it until I was gagging and could not breathe. The guy in my ass then pulled out and I could feel cum running down my ass and legs. I stood up and the construction guy smiled, grabbed my head and said, “Good boy” then started kissing me really hard. His mustache hurt and he was a very rough kisser, but I loved it. The construction guy then stood up, zipped up his pants, and said, “Lock the door, I’ll be right be back,” and left the room. I was sort of stunned. What did he mean? Was he coming back? Damn I was just fucked without a condom and was scared and excited at the same time. Someone then opened the door and looked at me standing there naked, I said “Sorry,” closed the door and locked it. I looked down and saw cum running down my legs tinged with red. I touched my ass with my finger and it came back mixed with cum and blood and I freaked. What had he done to me? What did I let him do? There was someone looking through the hole too, so I just sat on the bench in the corner where I could not see them, or them me. Several minutes went by and I figured I should get dressed. I got up and started to put my clothes on when someone knocked. “Open it up boy,” he said. I unlocked the door and the construction guy came back in carrying some paper towels, and a case of Budweiser. “Did I tell you to get dressed? Get that shit off” he said. He tossed me the paper towels, then sat on the bench, opened up the beer, took two out and gave me one. He then pulled my arm and made me sit beside him and said, “Told you boy, I’m going to have a good time and we’re just getting started, now slam that beer.” As I was gulping it down, he pushed me to my feet and slammed a couple fingers up my ass. “Hmm, yeah boy, get you some cum.” He then walked over to the hole in the wall as someone else was looking through. The construction guy leaned down, and asked the guy in the other booth if he wanted to fuck me. The guy said yes, stood up and stuck his dick through. Mt breeder motioned me over, grabbed me, kissed me hard, bent me over and backed my ass up to another raw dick. I wiggled it in pretty easy with all that cum in there and the guy started fucking me. I then started sucking the construction guy and before long the guy in the hole must have shot, and pulled out, and then another guy was right behind him. Another anonymous, raw dick, but this one was a lot bigger and bigger and he fucked hard and rough before depositing a full load inside me. I stood up, the construction guy smiled, grabbed my head, kissed me hard again, pulled away a little and then spit on my face. He laughed at the look of shock I gave him before he continued kissing me. The construction guy pushed me towards the corner, bent me over the bench, put one foot up on the bench and slammed his dick up my ass. I cried out because it hurt worse than the first time and tried to run, but there was no place to go, so just tried to brace myself. He slam fucked for a while then slowed a little, started to get loud and verbal again, “Fucking little cunt, god damn, bitch, yeah take my cock, fuck yeah,” and then started slapping my ass harder and harder. People tried getting into the room again and I could hear some guy saying something through the hole in the wall. Harder and harder the construction guy fucked me before he seeded me again. Believe it or not this load seemed bigger than the first one. My guts were on fire and I was totally out of breath. I touched my ass and could not believe how wet and sore it was, and he just smiled. We both sat down on the bench. The construction guy grabbed me and kissed me deep, then pushed me away. He smoked a cigarette, I slammed another beer, started another, then he stood up, put his dick in my mouth, grabbed my head with both hands and said, “You better swallow it all.” I had no idea what he meant as he was not really hard, and then I felt him pissing in my mouth. I gagged, tried to push away, and he grabbed my head harder and said loudly, “Fucking swallow it – swallow it!” So I did. It tasted awful, warm and rotten, and I thought I was going to puke for sure. Some of his piss started running out the side of my mouth and when it did he yanked his dick out of my mouth and turned and finished pissing on the floor towards the corner. He then sat back down, smoked another cigarette and told me to slam some more beer. When his cigarette was done the construction guy grabbed me, started kissing me hard again and rubbing my ass. I rubbed his dick. He got up, said, “Lock the door,” and left again. I figured he had to get some cigarettes or something as we still had beer and he just pissed. My stomach was queasy as hell from the mix of beer and piss, so I sat down and tried to ignore the fact there was another face in the hole in the wall. That guy stuck his dick in, but I knew I better not do something if I had not been told to. A few minutes later the construction guy knocked and said, “Open up boy.” So I opened the door and stepped back and he walked in followed by a Mexican guy who was about my height, but heavier. I looked at the construction guy with a question on my face, “Suck his dick boy,” he ordered. The Mexican guy unzipped his pants, then took them right off and pushed me down to his dick. It was pretty big, but not as big as some that had fucked me already, and it was uncut. His dick smelled dirty and sweaty too, but he just shoved it in my mouth and started face fucking me. The construction guy sat down on the bench and lit up another cigarette, drank beer, and watched. When the Mexican got hard enough he pushed me down on the floor. The floor was so dirty, but he did not seem to care as he pushed me onto my back, lifted my legs, and then slammed his cock all the way in. I cried out and tried to push him off, but he just fucked harder and quicker. I looked to the construction guy and he had a big old smile on his face and was stroking his dick. The Mexican guy was so quiet, did not say a word, but I could tell he was close and soon he shot his load and then lay on top of me. He got up, said something in Spanish to the construction guy and they started chatting and drinking, so I got up and sat on the bench and was trembling a bit as I turned and saw someone looking through the hole. The Mexican guy finished his beer, got dressed, and left. The construction guy then stood up, tossed the paper towels at me and told me to wipe off. He also told me to try to push out the cum out of my ass. I thought we must be done and overwhelmed with all kinds of feelings and emotions – pain, guilt, desire, need. He smiled, said, “Good boy,” grabbed me again, kissed me long and deep, then guided me once more towards another dick poking out of the hole in the wall. I knew the rules by now so started sucking it, but this dick was not very big so it was difficult to really suck it well through the wall. I was focused on that when I suddenly felt the construction guy spread my cheeks like before with both hands and slam his cock balls deep. I gasped and cried out and tried to pull away and he slapped by ass hard and kept fucking. “Fucking cunt, you’re going to take it, you’re going to take every fucking thing I got!” That phrase stuck with me and later I realized a lot of poz tops say something similar like it’s their way of saying they are giving you poz cum. Anyways, the construction guy was rougher and harder than all the other times combined. I had all I could do to stand up let alone suck that little dick. He started pulling all the way out and slamming back in, all the way out and back in. I couldn’t breathe, it hurt so bad, my head was spinning. He was really loud at this point, “Take it bitch, take it, take it!” and then he slammed one last time and I felt him let loose. Fuck – how could one man cum so damn much! The construction guy then yanked his cock out of my dripping ass, zipped up, and walked right out of the booth without a word. I was still partially bent over and gasping before fully realizing he was gone. I quickly went to the door and shut and locked it before some of the other guys in the hall could come in. Cum was oozing out my ass my hole ached, throbbed, and hurt so bad. Yet, at the same time I felt empty and just wanted him back inside me. I realized then there was nothing like a man taking my ass raw and making it his and giving me his cum. While my head still told me I had to play safe, the pig in my soul was starting so say, “Remember how good that felt?” The thought flashed through my head, what if he was poz? But almost immediately I realized I did not care. I would have let him keep fucking me over and over and sharing my ass as much as he wanted. I went back to the theater the next three days hoping I might see that guy again. I saw the Mexican once and he tried to get me into a room, but I needed the construction guy and he was not there, so I left and never saw him again.

the following is the second chapter which was written, shortly after the first installment, it was never posted since it really doesn't fit in this forum, but i will post it now to see if there is any interest in continuing this storyline I went to bed early that night after playing video games with DJ on our old ps2 someone had given us a few years back. I had dreams of Jeff and the other hot jock using my body the way I used Cheryl’s for their own gratification. I woke up around 3 wet and sticky, hoping DJ hadn’t been disturbed by my more than likely noisy dream. He was still fast asleep, I grabbed a dirty pair of boxers from the hamper and wiped up my spooge, no wonder our room sometimes smelled like the gym locker room, I went over and cracked open the window a little to let in fresh air and let out the sexual funk. I climbed back in bed and buried my face in the wet spot on the sheet breathing in the smell of my cum, it made me hard again but now I was awake to control myself I fell back asleep stroking my cock. I woke up again around 7 with DJ cuddled next to me on top of the covers holding onto me, same way he used to cuddle up to me after dad left. I disengaged Daniels arms and crawled out of bed, heading for the bathroom hoping mom was either in the kitchen or still in bed, not really wanting to have her see my raging boner, I pissed then jumped in the shower where I began messaging my hard on to the point of no return, just as I was about to unload the door swings open and in runs DJ “Man, I have to take a wicked piss” His stream can be heard over the running water of the shower as it hits the back of the porcelain, I realized that the whole time he was pissing I never let go of my cock listening to my bro taking a piss had rejuvenated my hard on from the orgasm killer of him bursting in. I was lucky the shower curtain was opaque and he couldn’t see in, as his stream subsided he turned around and sat on the toilet “JJ I’m really going to miss you, wish you could take me with you” “I know little amigo, but you’ll be fine, take care of mom will you?” He started tearing up again and I made him laugh by telling a joke, my hard on finally subsiding, guess I’ll have to wait till later before relieving the pressure, I pulled the curtain aside and reached for my towel, DJ watching me intently. I toweled dry while conversing with my little bro reassuring him I would be just a text or phone call away if he needed me, I slid on the underwear and tee shirt I had brought in with me and headed back to the bedroom where I grabbed my shorts and slid them on. By the time DJ and I had reached the kitchen mom had fixed us each a nice plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. We both chowed down and finished our breakfast in sync. I gave Daniel and mom a hug told them I’d keep in touch and grabbed my suitcase and gym bag, Daniel ran up to me and hugged me again as I went out the door. I threw my bags in the back seat of my car not wanting to deal with the trunk, my car was a restoration in progress, early stages. I hopped in and started it up crossing my fingers it would make the 250 mile journey without incident. I had intended to work on it before heading to school but with coaches invite wouldn’t have a chance. I drove the first thirty minutes in silence, before realizing how quiet it was then turned on the radio. I had been so deep in thought I barely remember driving the distance, I stopped for gas about a hour and a half out figuring I would then have enough to get me to university. While filling up I picked up some healthy snacks and continued my journey. I arrived in the city of my college just over four hour’s from my departure having had no mechanical difficulties. I pulled over to the side of the rode to consult the map I had downloaded and printed. I got my bearings in this strange new area and was about to pull out when I heard a “whurrp” behind me, looking in the rear view mirror I saw the red and blue lights “License and registration please” I reached in the glove box and pulled out the registration then pulled my license out of my wallet and handed them to the officer “Is there something wrong officer” He stepped back and I saw his bulging crotch and a nicely put together highway patrol about mid-twenties and very handsome “Well son what we have here is a jalopy being driven by a teenager with out of state plates” “Sorry officer, but I’m on my way to state college and I just stopped to check my map to make sure I was going the right way” “Oh you’re going the right way son but you need to get this junk heap off my roads before it becomes an eyesore in my jurisdiction” He was smiling from ear to ear, not sure it was my charm or whether he noticed my hard on when he leaned down to give back my paperwork. He started scribbling something and I feared I was getting my first ticket since getting my permit when I was fifteen. He leaned back into the car looking me deeply into my blue eyes and said “State college is just a couple miles down this road, take exit 103b for the best access to the residence halls, by the way I moonlight over there as a security guard so park on the back side.” With that he handed me the piece of paper with his name and number on it if you’re in the need for anything give me a call. Story of my life always being handed names and numbers with offers to help. I chuckled and slipped the paper into my pocket as I replaced my license and registration to their proper places, watching Kevin pulling away I waved and he waved back. I pulled out onto the roadway and continued to drive down the road, found exit 103b and pulled off onto the edge of campus, following the signs to the residence halls. I parked in the visitor lot and entered the reception center, which since it was still three days before actual check in for students was almost deserted. I walked up to the single person at the counter “Howdy” “May I help you?” “Coach Davis called and asked me to come and check in early” “Name?” As she pulled out a clipboard “Martinez, Javier Jesus” “Ah yes, hold on a second” She turned around and picked up a phone dialing an extension “Coach Davis please” “Yes, I have a JJ Martinez here says he was asked to check in early” “Uh ha, I see, ok well we’ll have to relocate him, that ok with you” “Well his room isn’t ready yet and we don’t want to have to move him after he gets settled in” “OK well he’ll still be in the athletic wing” “I understand you have others checking in today” “Ok can you send me an e-mail with their names, I think JJ was the only one effected by the water damage” She hung up the phone and checked her computer and pushed some keys I could see a screen pop up with room diagram, she clicked on my name on the diagram and dragged it to a room where there was only a single name at the other end of the hall. She then took the other name that was in the original room and dragged and dropped it into a room on a second floor diagram thus emptying the original room “Sorry, we had a pipe break over the summer and have lost a few rooms due to water damage” “Ok I see” “Oh don’t worry, Coach Winters hasn’t signed all his freshmen recruits yet so there are still open spots” “Coach Winters? Who’s he?” “Oh don’t worry you’ll get to know all the coaches at the athletic reception” “Alright, so where do I go from here?” She laughed at me and slid a stack of paper at me which had been printing while we had been talking. “Ok look these over and sign and initial where indicated” She directed me to a cubicle along a row of cubicles and handed me a pen, I took the stack and went over to the small table where I went through the various forms and initialed and signed my life away or so I thought. After signing the residence hall contract and agreeing to all the regulations. I brought the paperwork back to Shelia (that’s what her name badge said) “So how do you deal with the majority of students when they all swarm in here on Friday?” “Oh most have already signed the paperwork during the summer” “So it’s just a few special cases that need to go through this” “Usually out of state athletes, ones we couldn’t get to come in and pre-fill in the forms, like you” “Alright what’s next?” “Give me second I don’t think your RA has checked in yet” “RA?” “Yeah resident advisor, but its ok I’ll show you to room after I lock up and put a be right back sign up, your coach says he’s sending a car for you in about an hour, you can keep out of trouble that long can’t you?” “Well yeah, I’ll be your model resident” She laughed and grabbed a sign and a set of keys, and a key card which already had my picture on it. She walked me to the door, locking it behind us, then escorted me across the quad which several of the halls enclosed, handed me the key card which I looked at “Ok how, when did you snap my picture for the card” “When I was on the phone and you were waiting I snapped it you looked so cute, even nervous” “Ok, and printed it?” “When you were filling out the contracts” We approached staircase with a handicap ramp off to the side, bounded up the steps and to double doors, she held out her hand and motioned for me to swipe the card, the lock clicked “You have about 15seconds to open the door before it locks again” I pulled on the door and it opened, she guided me inside and to an elevator, pushed the button and the doors slid open, we stepped into the elevator and she pressed 5. The car rose up quickly and stopped on the fifth floor, she walked me down the hall and stopped in front of 569 handed me the keys and a parking pass for my car. She instructed me how and where to move my car that was close to the building and how to get back in. She left me to go back to the reception center. I went back down and across the quad to move my car behind Winston hall. I parked and grabbed my bags, carrying them back to my room. It was a simple room with two bunk bed two dressers, two desk and closets. I selected a side and tossed my bag upon the bed. I separated my clothes, those that went into the dresser and those into the closet. I also threw my gym bag into the closet on the floor not knowing when the first practice would be for my new team. I sat down on the bed, never having been so alone, the floor was deserted save myself, I was the first to arrive or at least the first on my floor. I grabbed my room key and my key card and decided to explore a little before whomever the coach sent to fetch me arrived. I wandered down the hall and found the common room and the study hall, I wandered back towards my room and the elevator to find one of the bathrooms a couple doors down from my room. I was curious and entered the room to find a bank of sinks below a large mirror opposite the urinals and toilet stalls on the backside of the wall of sinks was a large shower area one side communal the other separated into smaller private stalls with flimsy curtains. As I rounded the corner after inspecting the shower enclosure I came across a stunning young man using the urinal, he zipped up as I approached “Javier?” “Yes I am” “I’m Charles, Coach Davis’s assistant” “Ok so you must be my tour guide” “Well I came to bring you to coaches’ house for the afternoon after helping you settle in, show you around a bit” Charles took me down stairs then as we crossed the quad he pointed out the various paths and gave me directions to where each one led. He led me down the one that brought us to the athletic center, practice fields, football stadium, soccer fields, and workout facilities. He pointed out where the baseball and softball diamonds were and the intramural fields as well, including the aquatic facilities. We made our way back to the athletic center and Charles showed me the Soccer team room where a couple players were hanging out, Charles introduce me to Scott, David and Jose and told me to chill with them for a while. He left us to get better acquainted, and we shot the bull for the better part of the hour before he returned to bring us to the coach’s house. We were all freshmen and were all 18 to 19 years old, Scott was 6’1” blonde hair blue eyes of southwestern charm, Jose was 5’9” black hair and brown puppy dog eyes rough features and very Mexican, David like me had just turned 18 and was 6’3 tall with an amazing body brown hair and hazel eyes most likely of English or Irish decent. I found out we all were in the same dorm only on different floors. We piled into a commuter type van, painted with the schools colors and logo on the outside, Charles drove for maybe 10-15 minutes through what looked like Greek row and some other apartment and campus housing communities, the four of us chattering away as the scenery drifted past. Finally we pulled up to a modest Ranch style house near the perimeter of what we would later get to know as campus village. Charles escorted us through the side gate into the back yard where a BBQ was underway, there was several of the local soccer players, those who spent the summer near campus, many of the coaches and select instructors in the Kinesiology/Athletic department. Charles took us around and introduced us to the coaches. Coach Davis had arraigned this informal get together BB-Q to help us get acquainted with each other and the college in general, pairing each freshmen up with a junior or senior on the team as our big brothers sort of. I spent much of the afternoon chatting and getting to know my teammates. Before being shuttled back to the residence hall, Coach Davis gave each of us a bucket of chicken as the dining hall wouldn’t open till the following day, for breakfast for early athletes. Charles once again loaded us, the four freshmen and several of the other players in the van and took us back to the halls. When I got back to my room, a tall lanky blond haired guy was napping on the bottom bunk, when I opened the door he got up quickly and introduced himself as Chris Slovenski, he was about my height and about 10 to 15 pounds lighter than me, said he played baseball, but his coach hadn’t scheduled a team meeting till the following day. We chatted awhile and I offered him up some chicken, biscuits and mashed potatoes, as it was now about dinner time we chowed down in our room. I had hoped that my roommate would arrive later, not that I didn’t enjoy the company of Chris, but I really needed to get off. As we sat there chatting and getting to know each other, it didn’t help that Chris was sexy as hell, and was giving me a raging boner, which I noticed he glanced at quite frequently, but then again I believed and hoped the bulge in his shorts was not just my imagination. We had scarfed down the bucket of chicken, and had cleaned up the mess, complete with taking the empty to the trash chute. Upon returning to the room, Chris turned to face me as I kicked back at one of the desk “Ok, Javier we will be roommates this year, and before we go any further I need to know, are you Gay, or Bi, or what, I’ve heard rumors that you have a son, but you keep checking me out and have gotten a huge boner while we’ve been talking.” “Um, ah, well, the child was an accident, no that’s not what I mean, yes Chris I find you very Sexy, but I’m not sure if that makes me gay or whatever” He stared at me for a second then pulled me to him, planting a kiss on my lips he groped my hard cock and began rubbing my groin, he reached over to make sure the door was locked and proceeded to undress me, soon my engorged cock was in his mouth, and I was skull fucking his face. It didn’t take me long to blast a big load down his throat. He stood up and kissed me again, sharing the taste of my own cum with me. “Dude that was great, I’ve wanted to do that to a guy for years, it isn’t going to affect our relationship is it?” He asked with a frightened look on his face, half expecting me to pummel him or something, I took him in my arms and Whispered in his ear “ you bet it is going to affect our relationship, buddy”

I sat there for a minute or two, catching my breath and reliving what just happened. I had mixed feelings about being so slutty in a place like this, but I reasoned I should get moving, back to my house, back to my boring life with very few opportunities to enjoy myself like this. I stood up, pulled up my pants, and made my way into the main part of the book store. Coming through the curtains I heard a couple of guys talking over at the front counter. There were three guys standing there, and one was that older guy who had sort of arranged things. A guy next to him was saying, "I almost laughed out loud when you said that. Of course I'm clean. I take a shower every damn morning," and then he let out a raucous laugh. I thought I recognized his gruff voice, and then definitely recognized his black and white plaid shorts. The third guy next to him nudged him as he looked up and saw me. This was the black guy with the sunglasses who had just fucked me. All three of them were looking my way now, giving me a wide smile. My helpful older friend said, "Hey, have a great day sweetie!" and with that they all went out the door. The clerk behind the counter chuckled and shook his head. "Those guys." Then he looked up at me and said "Hi, how are you doing?" "Okay," I replied, but the clerk must have recognized the dazed expression on my face. "From the sounds of things you just has some fun," he casually commented. I didn't know what to say. He laughed. "Don't be shy, I know those guys were playing with you. They told me about it, and there's no one else back there now." I replied "Yeah, that was me." "Wait right here," he commented, adding "I'll be right back." With that he stepped from in back of the counter and went through a door marked 'Private', but returned within seconds. He then walked over to the front door, switched the sign to CLOSED and locked the door. "It is really slow in here after the lunch rush. You were dessert I guess," he laughed. "Can I show you something?" "Sure," I answered. "Come back here," he said, and led the way through the door marked 'Private'. "We're going to open this new room soon, and I want your opinion." I walked into the room. It was a square room with dark grey walls. There was a single bed with what looked like a rubber sheet, some kind of thing that looked like a padded saw horse, and in the corner there was a sling. I knew that from watching porn movies. I stepped over to it for a better look. "I have never seen one of these before," I remarked. "They are so much fun," the clerk said. "They put a man's ass at just the right height to fuck. And when you get fucked in one, you feel like you are floating in air. It's great!" "That does sound interesting." "Go ahead, jump in. Try it out for size." I turned to him and smiled, thinking to myself 'why not try it? I still have an hour and a half before I have to hit the road'. I moved toward the sling. "Wait," the guy said, "you're supposed to be naked." I stopped and took a good look at this guy. He was about 40 with a nice goatee. He wore a t-shirt and I could see tattoos on both arms. I also saw a good sized basket in his jeans. He was definitely a turn on. Raising an eyebrow he gave me a sexy lopsided smirk saying "Go ahead, it's just you and me." So I reached down to take off my shoes. I laughed at myself and how brazen I was being as I took off the rest of my clothes and tossed them over onto the bed. I sat at the end of the sling, not sure exactly how to proceed. "Just lean back," he said as he helped me get into position, positioning my hips forward enough and lifting one leg and then the other up into the stirrups hanging from the chain. "That's how these work. They put your hole in prime position." Then he looked at my exposed hole remarking "Oh my, you look just a bit tender. Does it feel OK?" he asked as he very lightly rubbed a finger over it. "Actually it feels good," I sad, and it really did. "You're dripping just a little. How many of them fucked you?" "Two of them. I sucked the other guy off." "And they fucked you bare? You Okay with that?" "Well..." I said, "I don't usually, but...." He said, "Hey man, I understand. I didn't mean to get you down. As long as you had fun." A broad smile crossed his face. His finger was still rubbing my hole, and he was getting a bit deeper. The two big loads in there were providing good lube. I let out a sigh. "You're a hot guy," he said. I think I blushed. He bent down and licked a drop of cum from my hole. He then licked some more. It felt wonderful. I sighed again and closed my eyes. His tongue dove in deeper, driving me crazy. I moaned as he ate my ass and stroked my thighs and stomach. I then felt his mouth on my cock and a finger back in my hole. His mouth came off my cock. I opened my eyes to see him coming to an upright position. As he did, I felt something enter my ass that wasn't his finger. He was fucking my well used hole. "I love fucking a cummy ass, and yours is sweet. How does it feel?" I smiled up at him answering "It feels great. Keep going!" His cock was hard as a rock and must have been eight inches long. He got into a steady rhythm of long, firm strokes. I was in heaven. More to cum...

I ask a guy about this, he use dildos and do fist, and he told me that nothing change in his ass, I don´t believe, I have a lot of sex and I´m not so tight, when he wanna make me fist, I have a lot of pain and never can do it, sometimes I want to be fisted, but I have a lot of fear, I prefer don´t do that.

And then there was the virgin... Now your probably thinking that the odds of a true virgin agreeing to take a poz load his first time being fucked are basically zero but there are exceptions to every rule. So Jason and I met this Freshman kid Tom at a gay social event. In talking to him it came out that Tom had recently come to terms with his being gay and wanted to talk with a poz guy about what that was like. We told him we could help him with that and invited him over to our place. When we got there we told him we were poz but keeping it quiet but would be happy to talk to him. He told us that he was a virgin but had been jacking to gay porn for a while and found he really liked playing with his ass and got turned on by seeing guys who were total cum sluts getting fucked and dominated by other guys. He's thought about it and realized that going down this road probably meant getting pozzed so he wanted to be sure he knew what he was in for. We talked for a while and laid out the benefits of being poz if one wanted to live an utterly uninhibited gay life. Tom was your basic 18y/o nerd. Skinny even waifish, white, with glasses and an analytical approach to everything. And both Jason and I had grown rock hard and the thought of pozzing his tight virgin ass. We asked Tom what he was waiting for? Was he ready to lose his cherry and get pozzed? Because if so we had some experience in the field and would love to help him explore his future as a gay cum slut. His last concern though was what if he didn't like getting fucked? What if it hurt too much? Our reply was that based on what he'd said so far he'd never be happy as a top. HIs true calling was being bent over talking raw cock and he knew that. He looked at the ground for a min thinking over what had been said and then looked back up at us fear in his eyes.. "Will you be my first fucks?" Tom asked. "It won't just be a fucking it will be a pozzing you know that right?" "No going back" I told him.. "Yeah...I know..." he said.. "Stand up and strip naked I told him". Now both Jason and I are more lovers that rough Dom tops but something in us said that was this kid needed and wanted wasn't to be made love to.. It was to be used like a piece of meat. Tom seemed to know what to do and quickly stripped completely down his breathing getting more rapid and when his underwear came off we saw a very hard small 4" cock sticking out. "Look at that Kevin" Jason said "its hardly big enough to be called a dick at all..He's tiny Tom". Tom's face went beet red at this and we could see he was ashamed of his small cock. I walked over and stroked it a bit Tom looking at the floor in shame.. 'You know its a good thing your a bottom cum slut because this wouldn't please much of anyone" I told him.. "On your knees bitch" Tom immediately complied and we proceeded to take turns fucking his throat gagging him as we shoved our full length into him milking our precum into his mouth and making sure he drank every drop down. Tears ran down his face but his small cock was if anything even harder that before and leaking a copious flow of precum down the shaft over his little balls and then onto the floor. It was time to stop playing and fuck his virgin ass. We got him to the couch on his back and pushed his legs over his head spreading them wide to expose his cherry fuck hole. Even spread wide like this it still looked impossibly tight. We flipped a coin to see who would be first and I won. I debated for a second just shoving it in without lube but decided that given how tight he looked that would be a bit much. So with Jason holding his legs and Tom trembling in a mixture of fear and anticipation I started off my working my tongue into him. He was tight but gradually his hole opened up a bit and I switched to working a lubed up finger into him. Tom meanwhile was moaning and trembling clearly having never felt anything like this in his life. I kept going until I had two fingers into him and figured that he was now ready. I mounted him and guided my thick cockhead to his tight hole. I pushed the tip in just a bit and looked into Tom's face. "This is it" I told him "I''m going to fuck you and take your virginity and seed your neg hole with my poz cum. From tonight on all your are is a sex toy for real men with real cocks". "Yes he whimpered.... fuck me...poz me..." I could have just shoved the length of my cock in with one thrust but instead I went slowly at first until the head had entered him before burying my shaft in his ass. Tom cried out whimpering in pain his body shaking and tears on his face. I was slow at first as I began to fuck him but began to pick up steam as felt him relax and heard him begin to moan. His eyes were shut but it was clear that he was beginning to enjoy his first fuck as his ass relaxed. Soon the sounds from him were those of pleasure and I could feel my load building in my balls. "Tell me you want it! I ordered him.. "Yes please .... give it to me...yes....cum in my boy pussy" I felt my cock throbbing ready to explode..."This is it I'm going to poz your cunt". As I said that I drove in deep and felt my cock let go squirting jet of jet of poz cum into his neg hole. At the same time Tom's cock erupted squirting shot after shot of some of the last neg cum it would ever produce over his chest and face. I could see Jason was dying for his chance so I pulled out and yielded Tom's ass to him. Jason moved in and started by working a toothbrush up into Tom scrubbing his hole vigourously..."Owww..Owww it hurts owww" Tom whimpered. "Shut up bitch and take it" Jason replied. He pulled the tooth brush out and showed it to Tom blood on the bristles. "Yeah see that our poz loads are getting into you for sure". WIth that Jason mounted him and in one swift thrust pounded his cock in deep. He fucked him hard working his cock in deep until filling Tom's guts with his own large load of poz cum. We took Tom to bed that night and both fucked additional loads into him. In the morning we woke up to Tom sucking our cocks and begging us for another fucking. "Please fuck me again my ass feels so empty without cock in it". It was clear that Tom had become the cum slut he was born to be.

So Names first as the story continues. I'm Kevin and my buddy I mentioned is Jason. So after getting pozzed and making love Jason and I moved in together and while we certainly enjoyed fucking each other what we really wanted to do was share our special poz seen with other neg boys. As luck would have it wasn't long before we met our first candidate. His name was Yousef and he was middle eastern, slender, with mostly fair skin with just a touch of olive and as it turned out very smooth. We had a class with Yousef and he had come over to study one night and in the course of talking after we were done studying and were having a few drinks we found out Yousef was gay and a virgin. It seems he was in the states only for college and that back home being found out as gay was essentially a death sentence. But now in the states he was hoping for at least a couple of years of closeted sexual freedom before returning to his monastic existence. So Jason and I "confess" to Yousef our own recent start as a gay couple (leaving out our poz status of course) and we tell him that we'd love to be an introduction to gay sex for him. To help things along we start showing him some gay porn and quickly we are all tenting our shorts and Jason and I begin stroking his cock through his shorts. One of us on each side of him kissing him and stroking him our hands sliding under the light fabric of his soccer shorts to find raw flesh. Yousef as you might imagine isin heaven and putty in our hands. It isn't long before all three of us are nude and Jason and I are taking turns sucking on Yousef's cock and balls. One of us deep throating his 7" cock and the other licking and sucking his balls. As you might imagine for a young guy who was a virgin Yousef is in heaven moaning and shaking with pleasure his cock leaking a veritable river of pre cum. Jason and I are silently going nuts as well because we know that we are going to fuck him and fuck him raw. The prospect of gifting a virgin with our seed has both of us horny beyond description. After giving him the blow job and ball sucking of his life while Jason works his cock I push his legs up spreading them wide and exposing his virgin cherry. I spend a moment looking at his tight virgin neg ass and nearly cum at the thought of what I'm going to do to him. I start by licking around the edge of his hole and then start working my tongue in and out working to open him up and lubing him with my spit. This is driving Yousef nuts as he's never felt anything like it before and at this point he's in total sub mode totally surrendering his body to us. I start working a finger into him gently at first and then roughly..insistently...like a cock fucking him and his moans become high pitched whimpers that indicate a mixture of pleasure and pain. I can't stand it anymore..I NEED to fuck him hard and deep. Yousef is laying on his back his legs spread and I l move atop him pinning him underneath me. I kiss him deeply for a minute rubbing my pre-cum leaking cock head up and down his crack. "I'm going to fuck you now Yousef" I tell him "It will probably hurt at first but just relax and you'll love it". "Yes Kevin please fuck me I need it so bad" he whimpers. I start pushing into him his virgin ass tight at first and tough to penetrate but then my head begins to open his ass up and I force my cock deep inside him.. As expected Yousef cries out as I enter him shaking and quivering and whimpering about the pain but I could care less. My poz dick is buried in a neg ass and I can already feel my load starting to boil deep inside my balls. I'm not making love to Yousef where I'd gently fuck his ass working to maximize his pleasure along with mine.. This is a fucking..a breeding and I fucking him hard and deep with each stroke. I can tell he's having a hard time taking my cock but I can also sense his pain slowly becoming pleasure. The intensity of it all is almost more than I can stand and I see Jason watching us intently gently stroking his own cock clearly eager for a shot at Yousef's ass. I start talking to Yousef.."Yeah man there my cock is in your ass...its what you always wanted isn't it...fuck man were gonna cum inside you..fill that ass with cum so that you can feel it leaking out..." Yes Kevin" he whimpers.."cum inside me please..." My balls are boiling and I sooo need to unload my poz spunk inside his neg fuck hole. I start driving harder working it deeper trying to create a path for the bug into his system. Then when I can't stand it any longer I bury my dick as deep in his smooth neg ass as possible and my load erupts inside him. I can feel the pulsing of my cock as jet after jet of poz cum fires deep into his ass. As soon as I'm done Jason is there taking my place fucking his own load into Yousef, Once were done we make him take turns licking our cocks clean sucking them dry ensuring he gets every drop of poz seed we can muster into him. Yousef ends up spending the night with us and lets say there wasn't much sleeping as his years of repressed sexual need were fully released. He fucked his last neg loads into our willing holes and we in turn fucked more of our special poz cum into his boy pussy. In the morning before we let him gest dressed I made sure to take another look at his no longer virgin hole. What had been tight was now open and gaping ready to take any cock that came its way.

I was in Los Angeles on business, working my ass off last week. Long days, crappy people to deal with and one of the least satisfying business trips in a long while. Not complaining. At least I am working. The last night in town, I called down for room service. About 45 minutes later at 9:30, a knock at the door and I open to get my steak and glass of Merlot. The waiter was probably early 30s, around 6-foot-2, great build and looked very "California." I was enjoying the view when I spied his crotch. He was wearing extraordinarily tight pants that could not hide a massive bulge...and the was clearly hard. I am in the late 40s, decent build, graying hair and average dick. And I have become a bottom. Love getting fucked. Taking a chance, I joked that he could knock someone out with that thing. He grinned and said it was just that time of night. He said that he got off work and 10 and the he was always feeling "frisky" at quitting time and was headed out for some action after work. I told him that my week had been really crappy, and that I, too, needed some fun and relief. And then I looked him square in the eyes and said: "I'll bet that giant cock could de-stress me big time." He grabbed it stroked it through his pants, and just smiled. He left the room - and I thought, well, I struck out there. Guess it was renting a porn flick and jerking off. After I finished dinner, just for the hell of it, I prepped myself as if I were out cruiding, showered and took advantage of the nice fluffy robe, and then settled to flick through channels for the right movie. Figured I would herk and finger my ass. Around 10:30, there as a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole and it was the waiter. "Hey, I could have just left the tray outside the door," I said as I reached for the tray. He said: "I'm off work. You stared a hole through my pants and made me even harder. Now you need to take care of me...unless you're one of those guys who is full of shit." With that, he marched in the room. I was in a small suite, so he moved and parked himself on the couch. I walked over to say something and he reached inside my robe and pulled my cock out. And he started to suck. Hard. No foreplay, just sucking. After a couple of minutes, I took his hand, and led him to the bedroom. i took the robe off and he proceeded to slowly undress. He turned as he took his briefs off, and placed his hands over the crotch. He then turned with his hands still hiding his crotch. I was sitting in the bed, and he came over, still covering crotch with his hands. Then, he said; "You wanted to see it..here it is...now suck." With that he dropped his hands and out sprang the largest cock I have ever seen. It was long, fat and hard with a perfect large mushroom head. My best guess is 10 inches and thick. Certainly bigger than anything I had take in my life. I licked he head and opened my mouth. I fit as much as I could. Man, I thought, how the hell am I going to take this in my ass???? He was moaning and grabbed my head and started to cum. As a I gulped, I figured that was it. "Man you suck well...really well," he said, and he formally introduced himself, Calvin...Cal for short. He could tell what I was thinking, when he said: "man I have not finished. I always need to get first cum out of the way!" With that, we started to make out...he finger my ass and grinded his hard cock into my leg. We decided to use the hotel-provided lotion and lube. I lay on the bed, placed a couple of pillows at my crotch to raise my ass, and told Cal it was all his. Damned straight he said, as he gave me a couple of whacks on with his open hand. He then started to rub his well-lubed cock on my hole. He pushed. My ass resisted. He pushed some more. My ass resisted. he then gave me another whack as he pushed. Bang. In popped that huge head and the pain was intense. man that thing was big. He just let it rest there, moving ever so slowly to keep his erection rock hard. He pushed some more, until he hit that resistance point in the anal canal. Then, without warning, he pushed hard and I felt the internal pop as his cock shoved well into my ass, into my rectum. He let it rest there, and then said, "Your ass is mine, bitch." With that he started to fuck. Long slow stokes, pulling out the edge and then ramming it hard. i felt used, abused and excited. His angle was perfect and that huge cock was massaging my prostate with each stoke, driving my cock against he pillow cases. I was insane with sensations. He picked up pace and started to slam my ass hard. It was so intense, so good. It went on for about 20 minutes when I felt a sensation that I have experienced when I have been well-fucked. Without warning, I started to cum -- buckets. As I came, my ass clamped hard on this cock, and that was it. He yelled and started to cum and cum and cum. When he was finished he lay on top of me whispering in my ear: "Fucking awesome ass." I got him a glass of wine, we chatted, and then he was hard again and we fucked. And fucked again. This bastard was a cum machine. Finally after 5 times at 2 a.m., he left. I ran a bath to soak my sore ass, and remembered him during the four-hour flight to O'Hare. Wow, great end to a shitty week.