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  1. Part 2 My heart was pounding now and Seb's normal grin was gone, he looked nervous. Sat opposite me in the office half naked was this sexy as fuck colleague i'd had many wanks over and his foot was on my boner. I wanted to carry on before he reconsidered so I pulled his sock off and put his toes in my mouth, thinking maybe he wasn't gay but into feet. As i licked and sucked his toes he stretched back and moaned then the horny fucker pulled his shorts down to show his straining cock throbbing in his lycra pants, he couldn't resist pulling my foot up and licking at my toes. So Seb was into feet! He fished his cock out and started to wank it, it was an amazing 7inch cut cock that curved upwards and looked very hard, and wet. I didn't have to think twice and pulled my own shorts down. The wind from the fan felt great on my exposed ass, the front of my jock was wet with precum. I was totally overwhelmed by lust now, forgetting we were at work i told him to stand and i sank to my knees and got to work on his cock, he moaned as i took his sweet neg precum onto my tongue. He must have been so horny he was thinking with his cock now, i was going to see how far i could push him and play out some of my wank fantasies. I sucked him greedily whilst my mind raced, my hands on his tight ass pushing him further down my throat. "Don't, stop" he said weakly, so I didn't, i was beginning to think bad thoughts now, so i flipped him round and stuck my tongue up his ass. He was mine now, letting out a loud holy fuck, which turned me on even more; his straight ass tasted great. I rimmed him for a while, he was panting like a dog, i think his head was spinning and i pulled his cheeks apart and stuck a finger in. "No wait Scott" he said but i started wanking his cock and stuck my tongue back in his hole so he shut up and put his head back on the desk. I had my own dick out by now and my hand was wet with precum, i really wanted to try fucking this hottie but obviously hadn't prepared and had no condom or lube. I couldn't fuck him raw could i?! We'd never discussed that i was poz, i mean i'd never planned to fuck this straight lad but i might never get another chance. I tried a finger again and told him to trust me. He didn't object so i put a precum covered finger in his tight ass You can get a horny young sex starved lad to do anything if you get them worked up, so i worked my fingers in his (maybe) virgin hole, he was just saying fuck, fuck over and over now, and moaning like a bitch in heat. I stood up, my heart was pounding and i got myself in position to swap my dick in where my fingers were currently pistoning in and out now. I thought I can't do this can i? Put my poz dick in his hole? He'd be my first neg ass since i converted at uni, but that sealed it, it was a long held dirty fantasy of mine and now here i was. Next thing i knew i had the tip of my 8inch dick in his wet hole. He said "shit, is that your dick?" I said, "i know you want it now you horny fucker, don't you?", "do it, im too horny to stop, but go slow". That's all i needed, i looked at the clock as we only had an hour left before the next booking, i looked down, his shorts, socks and Vans strewn on the floor, one sock off one on, the back of his blonde head against the desk. I spurted an extra stream of poz precum in his hole and pushed in...
    12 points
  2. “DOES THAT RAW DICK FEEL GOOD BOY? IS THAT WHAT YOU NEEDED?” The bottom had tried crawling forward, his body reacting to the infectious AIDS T-Bone I had just shoved in his booty hole - dry. He didn’t get far. His doggy masked head shook from side to side as his manicured pink nails - hidden inside his puppy costumed paws - tried to hold their grip on the edge of the bed. “GET BACK HERE BOY! STAY!” I snarled as I yanked my dick out of his rare hole, grabbed his wrists, dragged him back to where I wanted, and then mounted him again. My POZ drip mixing with his bloody hole was all the lube the pup needed. The pup’s dog tags jangled and jingled. “FEEL THAT BIG DICK KNOTTING YOU BOY?” He might have said something, but then arched his back and yelped like a good pup when I yanked out and slammed back in. I yanked out again, took a second to admire his furry little hole - surrounded by a touch of pink, now red, skin. His hole was the only thing on his body not covered by his pup costume, which was just fine by me. All I needed was someplace to bury my AIDS T-BONE. “BIG AIDS DICK IN THAT ASS BOY - FUCKING YOUR PUPPY HOLE!” The boy bucked, I laughed, grabbed the back of his collar, slid the fingers of both hands underneath and twisted and pulled back. The pup bucked and yelped and my AIDS T-BONE buried a little deeper. “I GOT A SHIT LOAD OF HOT AIDS GRAVY FOR THAT PUP HOLE BOY - FULL OF VIRUS KIBBLES AND BITS!” His little paws were useless. I turned my head to the left and admired myself in the full length mirrors he had on the wall. The small lenses of his two video cameras were not easy to detect, but I made sure they got the shots. I hope he enjoyed watching this later. I hope he enjoyed seeing my wasted body, the skin that hung slightly off my muscles, the ribs that showed in my chest, my hollowed out cheeks and lesioned skin. “THAT’S IT - WHIMPER FOR ME PUP. MY AIDS T-BONE DICK IS FILLING THAT ASS UP - TURNING YOU INTO A FULL FLEDGED BITCH!” The pup gurgled his agreement as I twisted the collar tighter and started to long dick that ass with deeper, filling, stretching and wrecking strokes! I had been eyeing the pup online for a while now. I knew his habits, his secret desires, his voyeuristic pleasures. I knew he liked to secretly record and live stream anonymous dick fucking him. I knew he always insisted on safe sex only - something which he was not only vocal about, but condescending to those who held a different approach to life. “I’M YOUR AIDS SIRE PUP! UNMEDICATED DADDY DOG DICK SLICKING UP YOUR LITTLE HOLE - BUSTING IT OPEN WITH MY BIG KNOT - THAT FORESKIN SLIDING BACK, GETTING READY FOR MY POZ NUTT TO SPADE AND FIX YOU!” A loud, clear, yelp escaped the pup’s lips as I tore open a new path of destruction in his guts. I pressed down on his shoulder blades with my left hand, turned my body clockwise with my dick still buried deep in his furry ass. We formed an AIDs’ cross, ready for his crucifixion. I took my right hand and pushed his right leg outward so his hips raised up a bit, giving me head on access to his sidewalls. “YEAH BOY, PLAYING FETCH. TAKING MY AIDS T-BONE SMACK IN THEM ASS WALLS. OPENING THAT FURRY HOLE SO WHEN MY BALLS MAKE YOU PREGNANT THERE WILL BE LOTS OF BRUISED AND BLOODY SPOTS FOR THEM BABIES TO HOOK UP TO!” The pup’s hole was smearing my dick good now, creaming for my AIDS T-BONE. I yanked out, the pup’s body spasmed from the sudden evacuation, and I easily rotated my position. I used my right hand now to press down between his shoulders keeping his body on the bed and adjusted his left leg and held it so I could damage the other side of his ass walls. The pup’s whimpering told me he was hungry. “GOOD PUP READY TO SUCKLE SOME POZ MILK OUT? GET THAT ASS BACK HERE - THAT’S IT - RIGHT ON THE END OF THE BED AND DROP THEM LITTLE HIND LEGS DOWN. I’M GOING TO DRIVE MY AIDS T-BONE RIGHT UP THAT HOLE AND SQUIRT MY VIRAL MILK! GOOD PUP - TAKE THIS AIDS T-BONE! FEEL IT PUP? FEEL THAT KNOT SWELL? YEAH WHIMPER FOR ME LIKE A GOOD PUPPY - WHIMPER FOR ME AS YOUR SIRE BREEDS YOU - BEG FOR MY POZ MILK! BEG FOR IT PUP - BEG FOR IT - FILLING YOUR PUP ASS UP YOU FUCKING BITCH! FILLING YOU UP!” A couple of hours later I got up my nap. Filling a NEG hole up is always the best thing to get me set for a long nap out in hammock in the afternoon sun. I wiped the sweat from my brow, adjusted my eyes, and pulled up the pup’s homepage. Fuck yeah! Folks had liked our scene and had rated it five WOOFS! Lots of comments about ‘what a great set up’, ‘hot role play’, the ‘realistic fake fluids’. I’d give pup a couple days. He’ll come scratching at my door begging to be let in and when he does, I’ll be ready. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)
    7 points
  3. This is my first attempt at a story so hoping to do a few chapters, but for starters... The Sports Centre: My name is Scott and I work as a duty manager in one of those local town sports facilities in the UK, the ones with a sports hall, classes rooms and football pitches outside. I've been working here 2 years since I left university with a degree in physiotherapy and mostly nothing interesting happens. I'm 23, 6ft, dark brown short hair and swim or run every day after my morning gym session to keep the lean six pack and swimmers build I built up in school. I've got a total sports kit fetish so it's literally pretty hard to not get a boner most days when the guys turn up for their sport - especially the football players. Duty management has its perks and I'll go on regular patrols! I usually wear a black jock, white sport socks and my nike trainers with the uniform: tight black tracksuit bottoms or shorts if its hot, and a red polo shirt. You can definitely see my package through the trackies. The only time I don't wear the jock is if I've found some sexy tight boxers left behind by someone in the changing rooms; another perk of the job! Mostly I would just perve and get horny all day then go home and get off with the help of the internet to meet guys for my kinkier and darker side. Anyway, a few months ago a new guy started, Seb, he's 18 and just finished college so working before he goes to uni. He's studying sports when he gets there and figures this is the perfect job in the meantime. He's a bit of footballer but it's the rowing and cycling that I reckon will have given him the body I really wanted to see. Trouble was he'd always come to work in his uniform and used a gym elsewhere so I never got the chance to see. He is about 5ft 10 with dark blonde hair and pretty tanned and the days he was in shorts you could just tell from those toned hairless legs he was in good shape, he also wears lycra pants under his shorts which made my cock pulse. I used to make him set up the netball courts just so his t shirt would ride up and I could catch a glimpse of his tight abs and perve on the way the trackies would highlight his bulge. It's fair to say I was developing a massive hard on for him but had to work out a way of getting what I wanted. As the place was small it would only usually need the two of us running it, but it was easy work with a lot of downtime in the office just chatting. Seb was straight but didn't have a gf, he knew I was gay and probably knew I thought he was hot and I think he kinda liked it in the way hot young guys like the attention. I liked to imagine he was the sort of guy who'd probably messed around with mates, but that was likely to be wishful thinking. He'd ask about uni, we'd chat about anything and everything and I thought I was destined to be left cock teased by him all summer. We sometimes got on to our love lives, i kept it vanilla when it came to me, but i got the impression he might be getting a bit frustrated without a gf. Anyway, one sunny Tuesday luck was on my side... It was a really hot day, humid like a storm might be building and our office was stifling with all the computers etc. running. It had been the sort of sunny few days that just gets you horny as hell. Tuesday daytimes are pretty quiet for sessions or classes and nothing was booked between 2 and 4 so I was in the office catching up on paperwork. Today was a jock, shorts and t shirt day but in the office I'd taken my trainers and socks off to cool down. Seb came in from setting up some badminton courts for later and was going to help me with some reports but seemed to be limping a bit. He'd been getting me going today as he'd taken his black Vans off at lunch and had been walking round in some white adidas ankle socks, showing those fit tanned legs off in his slightly too tight shorts, what a tight ass I thought as my mind wandered. Snapping back to reality: "Hey bud, what's up?" I said. "It's way too hot in here today, i'm already sweating" he replied. "Actually I meant why are you limping?" It turns out I hadn't noticed but he'd hurt it the previous night at a footy session he'd played in. I thought i'd seize the moment and offered to give him a foot massage using my legit physiotherapy skills. I wanted desperately to massage those feet but hopefully he wouldn't think it was weird. It looked like he might be hesitating so I jumped in, "we've got a quiet afternoon so just put your foot up here" i said as I rolled over to him on my desk chair, patting the top of my thighs. I was in front of him now so he didn't have much choice. Fortunately he complied and now his leg was stretched out in front of me, I could see the bottom of his cycling shorts as his shorts bunched up. I didn't look at him so he wouldn't freak, but as I got started i felt him relax and lean back into his chair. My cock was now straining in my jock so I adjusted my position and as i looked at him he gulped loudly, I noticed his shorts were definitely tented, or was i just hoping. "I'm still really sweating but this feels like its really helping mind if I take my t shirt off?" he said, looking a bit flushed. "You definitely know what you're doing Scott". I obviously wasn't going to object to what I'd wanted to see for months! "Sure Seb, we're out of sight of the front desk and it is damn hot in here, i'll put the fan on too". By the time I'd turned back round from the fan his t shirt was off and laid across his shorts, did he do it to hide his hard on?! But also, holy fuck, his body was seriously fit, lean and hairless with a tight six pack, the fan was maybe making those perfect nipples get a bit hard. It was my turn to gulp! I thought i'd style it out "buddy you're in shape", "haha thanks mate, probably the rowing" he replied modestly. I moved onto his other foot before he could change his mind. I started to wonder if he did have a hard on, he's straight but maybe the heat and lack of sex is doing the same to him. I was now so horny my cock was in charge and making me more daring. I thought he's cock teased me all summer, now its my turn and I could feel I'd started to precum all over my jock. "Is that too hard?" I said, nodding toward him and looking for his reaction. He said it felt great but adjusted where the t shirt was sitting across his lap. The phone rang across the office, I couldn't get up as i was so boned my hard on would have probably hit him in the face so I asked him to get it, he just stared at me as the phone rang "Errm I, err I can't get up right now, i'm a bit stiff" he said and started laughing and held both hands on his t shirt. "Sorry, i think it's just the heat maybe" he continued. I thought, fuck it, and i put his foot on my hard cock. "Me too" i said, i think we both gulped loudly...
    7 points
  4. SPEED BREEDING: Garrett was a self-proclaimed ‘ugly old troll’ but he had a fucking killer dick. His dick was long, thicker than a beer can - I know, I measured it several times and every time I stood in awe –his dick had numerous weird bumps and humps on it like some Medieval fairy tale, and spewed unmedicated POZ cum like an Arabian Stallion. I first met Garrett about 20 years ago at my very first “Sunday Funday” at one of the local gay bars. I don’t really do the whole gay scene, but the friends I was living with after just moving to town the day before took me with them as they were regulars and it was the place to see and be seen on a Sunday afternoon after all the queens had left church. We had not been on the patio of the bar for 5 minutes before my friend tapped me on the arm and held his drink forth like a royal scepter to point at a man sitting just in the shadows of the patio roof, “See him? That one? DON’T EVER talk to him. We NEVER speak with him.” He then proceeded to give the financial review and resume summary of all the ‘DC power queens’ in attendance - those he expected me to bow to, kiss their fucking hand, and pretend like I gave a fuck about their Martha Stewart Living chintz condo. I was at the bar, trying to get drink refills for my two friends and I to no avail. I had moved further and further down the bar trying to get the bartender’s attention and was literally leaning up on the bar on my forearms practically yelling at the jerk and was about to give up when someone squeezed my right arm, “Let me,” he said. It was Garrett. I shrugged, he said one word, “THOMAS!” and the bartender could not turn and pay attention to him fast enough. I was in awe. As Thomas was busy preparing my order I gave Garrett my thanks, “It’s nothing,” he said, “Thomas shows up at my door about four nights a week after the bar closes begging for my dick and load up his ass so the boy knows what’s at stake.” I blanched a bit at his bluntness, turned to see who else might have heard, then Garrett set his hand on my arm again, “I know what your friends over there say and think about me. I know what they all say and think about me. Ask me if I give a flying fuck! Half these fucking queens are ankles up on my bed at least once during the week as I fuck the shit out of them so here’s to you!” Wow - and I instinctively glanced down at his crotch and saw a fucking GIANT bulge straining his summer whites. Garrett’s hand was back on my arm, “You trying to get fucked?” I didn’t know what to say to that either. He spoke up again, “THOMAS! Double shots - Tequila - NOW!” The bartender bobbed his head, stopped the drink he was mixing, and poured four shots of Tequila in front of us. I’m more of a beer guy, but figured what the hell. I matched Garrett shot for shot and was soon stumbling through the crowd as I followed him to a door at the back marked NO ENTRY. He turned the lock, we stepped in, “YOU’RE NEW IN TOWN RIGHT?” GARRETT ASKED, “ I KNOW I WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED THAT ASS. PULL THOSE FUCKING SHORTS DOWN.” I obeyed without question, but once the pain of his raw cock ripping my hole open took the edge off the liquor I begged him to pull out and put a condom on. He just laughed, stuck a bottle under my nose and said, “Sniff this powder,” then kept fucking me. Before I knew it Garrett was rubbing my head like I was a pound puppy, “That’s some good ass boy. Just loaded you up. Here’s my number. Any time you need some good dick you just call.” The door opened and closed and I was alone. I tried to pull myself together, but felt pretty fucked up so when I left the stock room we had been in. I stumbled down the stairs, out to the curb, and caught a cab back to my friends’ place. I was together enough to call the bar from a pay phone, to have them paged, and to let them know I had come home and crashed and was not feeling well. I deflected their questions the next day and really did not think much about what had happened until I found the crumpled up paper in my pocket with the number. I called it. Garrett picked up on the second ring. There was no preamble, “Yeah I remember you. You need some more dick huh? Stop at the liquor store on your way. I need a bottle of Vodka.” Just over an hour and two shots of vodka later I was bent over in Garrett's hallway as he bred me with his massive, deformed, raw dick. With my pants still down around my ankles and his cum dripping from my hole, he led me to his bedroom pushed me onto the bed, undressed me, shoved some coke in front of my nose for me to snort, then handed me a bottle of poppers as he eased back up my cummy ass and started exploring. The coke made me high as fuck and one load was not enough. Two was not enough. Unlike my friends - and their friends - who I knew were prudes and would have had some snide comment, Garrett just smiled, patted me on the arm and said, “No worries. I know just who to call.” Less than 20 minutes later there was a horse dick sized BBC plowing my ass raw as Garrett sat quietly in the living room watching his TV. Once done, with BBC cum odor still filling the air, Garrett smiled, “Feel better? I’m sure you do. I always do after he fucks me. Yes, yes, I know I have a big dick, but as you know, sometimes there’s just nothing that feels better than a big black man fucking the hell out of you. OK. What are you doing Friday night?” I was fucked silly right then and could barely form two words, but Garrett went on, “Look. I throw a party one Friday a month at a parking garage over on P Street. It’s a sex party. Everyone thinks it’s Dean’s, which it is, but he’s the front man really. I own the garage, but that is neither here nor there.” (Not until a couple years later at the reading of his will would I come to realize yes he owned that property, which was bought by Whole Foods, as well as a majority of the club where I first met him, and a bunch of other shit in town that no one ever knew about). “The party attracts several hundred people over the course of the night, but a select bunch are invited into the VIP area. You can make some good cash if you help me. All I need is for you to offer that thick white ass to whoever wants to fuck and breed it - no questions asked. I will give you all the coke you need, it will be totally anonymous - your queenie friends and the fucking royal court will never know you are there let alone part of my Speed Breeding set up. You like? Speed Breeding? One of my guys manages it, but it’s my idea. There are two, maybe three bottoms - total cum dumps - who will have their ass up in a curtained off area. For $20, any top gets 5 minutes to fuck and cum if he can. The more cum you take, the more tips you get, the more money you make. You got a fucking hungry ass and you can still call me anytime you need some raw dick, but I’d really love to set you up for the Speed Breeding. I think you would be fucking perfect - what do you say?” HELL - I WAS DRUGGED UP, MY HOLE WAS FUCKED OUT, AND MY GUTS FILLED WITH CUM - WHAT DID HE THINK I WOULD SAY? Stay tuned for part 2. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)
    4 points
  5. NUDE BEACH (Part 2)— Walking down the beach, I checked out the occupants of each driftwood fort. Some of them seemed to be there just to work on their tans, some were wearing cock rings, more than a few were sporting hard ons, and some were partying. Plus, I couldn’t help but notice the bigger cocks and the more muscular bodies. I expected that they were sizing me up, too. Hopefully, they saw that I was wearing a butt plug, and took that to mean that I was a bottom, looking to get fucked. Also, my shriveled dick should have been an obvious indication that I was partying. As I neared the end of the beach, where there wasn’t any driftwood at all, I saw an older man sitting in one of those low, folding beach chairs. He was obviously proud of his big dick and liked to show it off, right out there in the open. It definitely got my attention. It had to be more than 9 inches long, and very thick, probably 7 inches around. Plus, he had the biggest balls I had ever seen. A real prize. Walking along, each time I looked back at him, he picked up his cock and stroked it some more. It certainly appeared that he was interested. I knew that if I kept on walking there was the possibility that somebody else would happen along and make a move on that huge cock. Luckily, when I turned around to walk back to my fort, I saw the man still sitting there in his beach chair, by himself, and stroking his cock. Plus, his head was turned, watching me. I started walking at more of an angle from the water, making my way up the beach, and getting closer and closer to where he was. When I was maybe 25 yards away from him, he stopped stroking his cock, so I stopped walking. I stood with my hands on my hips, and I looked out at the water, then I looked back at him. He stroked his cock a few more times. We went back and forth like that, several times. Finally, the Tina I’d been smoking gave me the courage to just go for it. I walked straight toward him, and dropped to my knees, in the sand, where I picked up his cock and took it in my mouth. Immediately, it got bigger and thicker as I worked more and more of it in and out of my mouth. His cock head kept hitting the back of my throat. I was wondering if I could take his huge long cock, balls deep. I definitely wanted it. He didn’t give me a chance to decide. I was surprised at his strength as he placed both of his hands on the back of my head, and shoved me downward, forcing his big cock head into my throat. He gasped and groaned loudly, and I could feel his cock head pulsating in my throat, blasting jets of cum directly into my stomach. I was holding my breath so long that I thought I might pass out, but he suddenly let go of my head, and I jerked back, feeling his still throbbing cock head pop back out of my throat. As soon as my breathing slowed, I took his cock back into my mouth and I sucked him some more, making his body jerk each time his huge balls pumped out yet another jet of cum. With a load of cum in my hole and another load down my throat, I wandered back toward my fort, checking out each of the men, along the way.
    4 points
  6. I had been lurking on bbrt, getting hard to bug chasing fiction on here and jerking off to verbal poz porn on tumblr for a couple of years before I finally took my first toxic plunge. It was just before my 30th birthday and I was in my prime, 6ft, boy next door good looks, tight gym body with a round peach of an ass covered in soft fair bum fluff. I was turning heads in the bar and clubs but I was finding safe and vanilla hook ups didn't do it for me anymore. The sight of a condom in person or in porn was an instant boner killer. I started spending more and more time fantasizing about getting knocked up and began chatting to guys on bbrt. I lived in a small city with an even smaller and discreet bareback scene, at the time there weren't many open bug chasers even on bbrt. I'd already been through a couple of profiles and chickened out on few meets and was finding it difficult to find verbal gift givers, most guys were undetectable and looking for the same. It was a Friday night and work had been a bitch that week. I picked up some weed and beers and settled in for a night of cruising for raw cock. I don't know what clicked in my mind that night, whether it was my looming 30th birthday, the shitty week in work or the disappointing sex of late but I knew that night I would finally let my neg hole be flooded with a toxic load. I was getting a nice buzz from the weed and beer and had some filthy porn on in the back round. It was the kind where the guys were all obviously poz and even implied in some scenes that Toxic tops were pozzing neg bottoms without outright saying it, it gave me an idea to take a different approach online. Logging onto BBRT, I edited my profile, taking out any overt references to being a bug chaser and changing my status to "ask me" instead of "don't know, don't care." If tops could stealth then I could be a stealth bottom and steal the strain I craved. Before I saw what I wanted. His profile described a hung top in his 50s, status "poz" not "undetectable" which really got my attention, and seemed to be close by. Perfect! I messaged him and unlocked all my pics. He got back to me straight away, turns out he was a stoner and was at home high and horny too. We got though all the online pleasantries quickly, he could host and was only a short walk from my place, we were sexually compatible and both up for meeting now. Neither of us asked or disclosed our status in the messages. I supposed he assumed I was poz and, like many others on the site, was being discreet. I asked him to unlock his pics, it was a formality on my part I knew I was ready to give up my hole to him from our brief exchange but it would be nice to get a look first. The notification came through and I nearly came there and then. I was greeted by pics of an obviously wasted body and what once would have been a handsome face but was now sunken and had lined cheeks, mouth and eyes that gave him the appearance of cheeky chappy who would rough me up. Hanging between his skin and bone legs was a veiny flaccid monster, there was more meat on his poz cock than any of his other limbs. He didn't have any fully erect pics but I didn't need to see any more. We swapped numbers, he texted his address and we arranged to meet. I hit the shower and while douching had precum dripping from the semi I had since seeing his pics. It was always at this point before where I would text with some lame excuse to cancel and go have a wank thinking about what could have been. This night was different, although my heart was pounding out of my chest it was with pure excitement not anxiety. My cock was hard the whole 15 minute walk to his place, my hole was twitching with anticipation and instead of any conflicted thoughts I was filled with a focused, frenzied desire to take this strangers poz, hopefully unmedicated cum in my neg cunt. I arrived at the address and text to let him know I was outside, minutes later he was opening the door and leading me to his "flat" at the top of the house. It was more of a efficiency, containing little more than a couch facing a TV, a small bed in the corner, and a kitchen alcove, and what at first glance appeared to be a closet was actually an en suite bathroom. As soon as we were in the door we embraced and kissed. He was somewhat shorter than my height, but the kiss we shared ignited something it both of us and we could both tell we were in for a good night. His frail, small body felt so warm in my arms and instantly put me at ease. We moved to the couch were a joint was waiting, from the first kiss we were never not touching one another, a hand on a knee, a stolen kiss, caressing our hard-ons through our jeans. We were obviously from different worlds but had an instant connection. We made some easy small talk and finished the joint while watching some porn which would not be needed to get me going. I moved off the couch onto my knees and unleashed his hard cock from his jeans. The virus might have done a number on his body and his face but his cock was pristine, a good nine inches with a slight upwards curve, a wet purple head covered in the softest foreskin. When I took it in my mouth I could feel the veins pumping, filled with the poison I was here to take home with me. I didn't take long for us to get naked and onto his bed, his skinny smooth body felt amazing on top of my muscled frame. We were wild for each other, I hadn't been this hard since I was a teenager. I knew it wouldn't be long before I had his toxic cum pumping deep in my hole. I lay back and began to finger my hole giving him a little show, the look on his face was priceless. He was the cat who got the cream, I imagined he couldn't believe his luck having a hot young guy ready to be fucked raw. How was he to know I was the one in absolute awe of him and the poz gift he was going to unknowingly give me. Soon I was flipped onto all fours with his tongue in my sweaty hole, I was moaning like a bitch in heat. He pulled me back to him and I kissed him from behind tasting my ass in his mouth. While we were making out he lined up that perfect poz cock with my neg boy pussy. I fell back into doggie style as he pushed into my wet hole. I was in heaven, I finally had a toxic cock inside me. I arched my back and backed up fully onto that monster, wordlessly letting him know there was no need to be gentle and he got the message and went to town on my greedy cunt. We bucked and fucked in perfect unison. I had a raging boner which I never normally had when getting fucked before, I was feeling new levels pleasure in my mind, hole and dick I had never felt before. I begged him to "breed my hole" and "give me his load" and he responded likewise. Amazingly in my state of bug chaser ecstasy I managed not to let out the usual poz buzz words and give away he was knocking me up, I doubt he would have cared at that stage but I wasn't taking any chances he would pull out. I began to feel his cock getting even harder in me and those tell tale pulses, he was about to cum. I started to squeeze my now loosened hole around his beautiful poz prick. I turned my head and met his eyes, gave him a cheeky smile and told him to "give it to me." He didn't need telling twice and started to slam into my neg cunt. I almost couldn't believe it - his more-than-likely toxic poz cum was going to flood my guts! Additionally, for the first time fucking had never before felt so right and free. I reached for my for my fully erect cock and with one stroke let loose the hardest longest orgasm I had ever felt, spurts and spurts of useless neg jizz landing on the bed spread. This set off a chain reaction in my cunt, he seemed to have an equal orgasm to mine. I felt spasm after spasm inside me, the precious gift deposited deep in me that I was going to try and hold onto, hopefully to regift if it took. He pulled out and I turned around to clean off his cock, licking his sweaty balls, taking in the smell of him, moving my tongue up his torso to his lips and fell back onto the bed in a euphoric embrace. We lay there in after glow bliss kissing and caressing each other, running our hands up our spines inducing those after cum shivers I love. I felt reborn anew lying there, a new clarity had come over me, gone was the indecisiveness and the shame. I had made fantasy reality and it was more than I could have imagined. There was no going back. I knew now for certain I was meant to convert, it was my destiny to be free, to be a poz cum dump. The whole hook up had seemed to fly by but I checked my phone and a couple of hours had passed by, we were both spent and called it a night, agreeing to do it again soon. I was overjoyed leaving and now I was grinning like the cat who got the poison cream. I left my unwitting gifter with a passionate kiss on the doorstep and practically skipped home with his dirty load inside my ass. Several weeks later I came down with a nasty flu. I had to take a sick day from work it was so bad. Still being a horny bastard and bored at home I logged into bbrt and saw him online. He must have noticed me online as I got a text message from him looking for a hook up. I told him I was sick and decided to bring up the fact that I was neg, I asked if he thought there might be a change he could have pozzed me. He text back that there could be, he had health complications and wasn't always 100% with his meds, hence his "poz" status on bbrt. He seemed to worry then and responded with apologies, I told him not to worry that it was what I wanted I knew what I was doing. He replied by text that he presumed I was poz because "Poz guys are always amazing in bed." Turns out he was right.
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  7. Part VIII I awake with a start and look at my watch and find find I have actually only been asleep a few minutes and only been at the park for maybe two hours. My head is on my first fuckers shoulder and as I start to get fully awake I find that his hard cock is against my ass crack. As I turn my head to look over my shoulder he is looking back at me and his cock slides down lower and is entering my wide open sloppy, cum filled hole again. I can't move away and can only move my ass back at him allowing his cock in deep. In just a few seconds he is pounding my ass mercilessly again. I can only moan my pleasure. He whispers in my ear that he is ready to fill me again and I feel his cock expand and throb. He is filling me full again of his poz cum and my own cock erupts at the same time. I am now fully awake and in full on panic mode, trying to figure out what the hell I am doing. Two days in a row, getting my formerly straight, virgin ass filled with HIV+ cum and I can't seem to stop myself. I jump off the table wide eyed at what I have done. Cum runs out of my ass and down my legs as I grab for my clothes. I then collapse on the bench in total turmoil. I reach down between my legs and lift them and feel the cum loads flowing out of my ruined ass with my fingers. I look and can see it is a lot and has even got some red streaks in it that has to be my own blood and I cannot figure out what to do. The guy has already gotten up and left the tent, leaving me alone. I get dressed and head out of the tent. The many guys there are in full on party mode it seems and drinking and several are fucking on blankets on the ground while others are watching and cheering them on. Looks very festive, but I just head to my car and start for home to try and figure out what I have become and what to do.
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  8. PART 4: I had not even been in DC for a week and here I was ready to be a gangbang-train run-slut whore-raw bottom for any dick that paid $20 at the city’s biggest sex party. If my friends could only see me now - HA! Garrett - my new landlord/employer/fuck buddy led me to the warehouse/parking garage he owned where the sex party was going to be. We stopped in an alley between the warehouse and a few apartment buildings that faced Rhode Island Ave. He leered at me, held out a brown bottle of coke, had me sniff up, then asked, “WANT A QUICK LOAD UP THAT ASS BEFORE WE GO IN? BEFORE YOU BECOME THE QUEEN - APOLOGIES - THE KING OF SPEED BREEDING? IS THAT ASS READY?” Garrett’s ugly troll dick spewed thick sludge like a sewer pipe and I was tempted to ask if I could stay there in the alley to get fucked, but sighed when he insisted we go on in. The place seemed deserted, but as we walked towards the front, I saw people setting things up - running wires, stocking basic bars, dumping bags of ice into chests full of cans of beer, and more. Garrett explained as he gave me the grand tour, “These parties started out small. Some little basement up off Florida Ave, but after I bought this place, I offered to go in as a partner with the guy who does most of the organizing, and it didn’t take long to literally blow up. This is a warehouse/old parking garage, so lot’s of great spaces to use. We get all the DC queens, but guys come in from Virginia, down from Maryland and Baltimore, fuck we even have some die hards from Philly who come spend the weekend. There’s music, drinks, places to sit and chill and smoke or snort like that area with the couches - and this bed - one of my prize finds - gets a lot of action, but most of it is for show. You get a few die-hard sex hounds who enjoy fucking in front of everyone. Just like that tub over there by the bathroom - that’s for the piss pigs. This is the one night you can find the leather men from the Eagle, the sweater queens from JR’s, the dance queens from Southwest, the street trade from the Fire Place, the sleazy boys from the Green Lantern, all mingling in one place.” A few of the men setting up paused to look at us as we walked by. A couple smiled in a way I would come to learn meant they wanted some raw ass and were down for anything quick and dirty. Garrett clearly knew everyone, but was focused on the tour. I was impressed, even more so when he said, “I clear more money just from the door charge than most of the bars in Dupont do in two weeks. Add in the drinks and other ‘extras’ and that’s another four weeks easy.” I tried to quickly run the numbers in my head and while I did not know what total sales were for all those bars, I knew about what Garrett pulled in at the one where I met him where he was majority owner - damn! We walked up a ramp to an area where there was basically nothing and Garrett explained, “This is the ‘back room’. No lights get turned on up here. There’s a little ambient light from those top windows, but barely enough to see your hand in front of your face. For those guys who can’t loosen up to play around down below, they eventually find their way up here. I know more than one sweater queen who got more than he bargained for when he wandered into the wrong group of guys fresh from the Eagle up here.” I asked if he was worried about the cops raiding the place or anyone getting seriously hurt. “No, not really,” Garrett said. “I know all the cops around here and several of them will work security for the party when they are off duty. I also have a few other guys who wander around, keeping an eye on things, and if on the rare chance someone doesn’t like what is happening fuck this place is crawling with people so easy enough to step away.” My mouth must have been hanging open as I stared around at the ‘back room’, the stains on the floor, imaging all the cum and man sweat that would be shot in here soon. Then I asked, “If you have all this, then why would anyone pay for Speed Breeding? I mean, it sounds like there is plenty of ass here if people want it.” Garrett handed me the bottle of cocaine as he lit a cigarette and shook head, “Yeah, of course. But like I said, a lot of what happens is just looking, touching, a quick suck here and there. People come for the ‘possibility’ of the taboo - few actually have the balls to jump into the deep end. That’s why I have Speed Breeding. True, it’s a little extra cash, but for a lot of guys, all the drinking, teasing, and stimuli would leave them so frustrated they would never come back so I make sure they can get a release. Speaking of - get on your knees and suck my dick while I finish my smoke.” I was slobbering his dick, jacking mine, silently begging for him to shoot in my mouth. He flicked his cigarette butt against the wall, stepped back, I asked, “Can you cum?” He laughed and said, “Not yet. But I will - maybe. You know there’s going to lots of pretty young ass prancing around here tonight and I do so enjoy corrupting the innocent.” Back down on the main level we worked our way through the various areas being set up to the other end of the warehouse/parking garage. Garrett pointed back the way we had come, “Down at the end closer to 15th Street is where cars would enter and that side door is where everyone comes in. Always good to have a line out front as no one wants to go in someplace that’s dead. I also will have porn playing down there just off to the side so that as people come in they hear the sounds of sex. Make them think there is a lot going on. I first tried having the VIP area down there and the Speed Breeding, but works out better this way. Just up there - the end closer to the 14th Street - is the EXIT. This is the VIP area …” Garrett held the door open to what appeared to a couple of old offices. The windows had been covered with black paint. It was very dim and already smoky as the guys doing the set up were all smoking. The guys were all eye candy too and seemed to represent the various groups from a guy in chaps to a preppy guy and more. Through the next room was a door that led into a hall and on each side of the hall was another office. The windows facing into the hall had been painted black. There was a small bed in each room, stacks of paper towel rolls, a garbage can, a small ice chest, a chair, a small TV playing porn with a stack of porn videos beside it, an ashtray, a mirror for cocaine and a few straws, poppers, an assortment of bottles of lube - but clearly absent - no condoms. What I assumed was a closet was actually a toilet and hand basin. “These are the Speed Breeding rooms,” Garrett explained. “While folks may want sleazy, for $20 they expect more than a corner with a shower curtain hung up in front. The process is simple. I have a guy who sits at the hall door at the front there. He collects the money and the men walk into whatever room is free. There is no choosing - they get whatever ass is available - yours or C.O.’s boy. When you shut the door, there is a red bulb that turns on in the hallway and in the room and a timer starts. They get 5 minutes. When the timer runs out both lights go off. My guys will give them a few seconds to get dressed, but then they will open the door if the have to and send them on their way. They can do whatever they want for that 5 minutes - have you tell them a nursery rhyme for all I care, but the goal is to get them to have fun and let loose - literally.” I nodded, understanding. Garrett reminded me, “Remember it’s all about the taboo, the risk. Some guys may want it totally dark - some may want you to suck them first - but 5 minutes goes by awful fast. See that lit box under the red bulb? That’s an old flip timer my electrical guy installed in both rooms - got it from a bank or something. It will count down from 5 minutes so you can keep an eye on the time and speed things along if you need to. Here - let me show you.” Garrett closed the door, the red bulb went on casting a devilish glow, and the timer started to count down from 5:00 with a CLICK as the metallic number tabs turned and the gears whirred; 4:59 CLICK; 4:48 CLICK; 4:57 - fuck that was going to get annoying. Garrett pointed at the timer, “5 minutes to get your ass loaded. Most of the guys will blow in 30 seconds, but if you feel like a guy is not there, ease off, wait out the timer, tell him to circle back around and you will be happy to given him another 5 minutes - for another $20 of course. Be that naked, hungry cum dump I know you are and work those fucking dicks and get their loads. A few rules: If you need to let any of it out, use the toilet there but tell my guys you need a minute, leave the door open and make it quick; Same if you need to snort some lines, drink, or whatever; Don’t drink anything unless it’s from a can you opened and don’t let it sit around so no one slips anything into it - same with the cocaine; There’s a box by the door for TIPS right by the chair and whatever gets put in there is extra and for you only; See the walls here? They only go up to 7-feet so everything that goes on in here can be heard in the main VIP room - faintly - but it can be heard - so the sounds of fucking will get you more dick for sure; The first few hours may be a little slow but things will really start picking up by midnight and then it gets balls crazy from there until 4:00 AM when we have to ‘technically’ close; Don’t leave the room. I need you boys here the whole time; I will have a guy at the other end of the hall so when the men are done fucking, he guides them out that way as the next ones come in the front. They can leave if they want, or come back, or go back to the main event. With your ass I expect you will have a few repeats as I always get a couple perverts - like myself - that hits its early and then again later; and Finally, if you feel for any reason that something’s not right like the guy is too drunk, or gets rough - not play rough, but you know like want to hurt you rough, or anything at all you just holler and both my guys will be in here in seconds. The doors don’t lock. “Give me your keys to the house and anything else you got on you. OK, Any questions?” Garrett asked as he lit a cigarette and absently stroked his bulging troll dick through his pants. I stepped to the door, pulled it open slightly, the red light shut off, the timer whirred and clicked back to 5:00, I shut the door firmly, the red light came back on, CLICK, the timer started. I stepped over to Garrett, unzipped his pants, and started sucking his dick like my life depended on it. “OH JESUS,” he said as he guided my head with his left hand while holding his cigarette in his right. I had not swallowed his cum before and I wanted to taste it - to taste that dirty semen and to have his cum coating my throat for the rest of the night. “SWALLOW THAT FUCKING LOAD - SWALLOW IT ALL - GET EVERY DIRTY DROP - OH CHRIST!” Garrett proclaimed. A few more contractions of my mouth and I eased back, stood up, wiped the spittle and dick juice from the corners of my mouth, looked at the timer - 2:15 - then to Garrett and asked, “Feel better?” He just shook his head, sighed as he stuffed his dick back in his pants, “Ah the eagerness of youth,” he said as if that explained everything. His load was ashy, earthy, sour, and thick and I told myself I wanted more of that sometime too, but now time for business. I followed Garrett as he completed one last walk around. There was just under an hour before they would open the doors and start letting guys in. He introduced me to the host of the event, several of the guys who worked there, and then about 30 minutes out C.O.’s boy Kip showed up. There was just something about Kip. We didn’t click the first time I met him and not then either. I did smile though knowing I had pleased his pimp, C.O., and thinking about the BBC gangbang C.O. had taken me to and then him fucking me in Garrett’s backyard made me horny as hell and raring to go. I stepped away from the group, turned into a corner, did a huge snort out of the brown bottle and told Garrett I was going to go get ready. The music had cranked up, voices were louder, sounds of a party wound and weaved through the warehouse/parking garage to where I was near the VIP section. The big guy sitting out front collecting the $20 fee didn’t give me his name, but seemed nice enough, told me he would take care of me, and I could not help but eye the bulge in his crotch. The guy who sat at the back end looked like C.O. at first - rough, street looking dude - and in the dim light I could see he was tall, stocky, and the small glare from his smoke showed a full beard. As I approached he got off his stool, towering over me, set his cigarette in an ashtray placed on another stool beside him and said, “May I help you?” He then looked up the hall to the front and I turned and saw Kip leaning out of his room who then yelped and ducked back in. “I just wanted to introduce myself,” I said, “I’m helping Garrett out and….” He didn’t take my offered hand and just noted, “I know who you are.” I turned to go, paused, then sort of stumbled back a step right into the man. I innocently turned my head as I slid my shorts down and quietly said, “No one’s around yet. You want to fuck me?” OK, I am usually not - OK, I am NEVER, that bold, but between the cocaine, the nutt in my ass from earlier, the taste of Garrett’s second load in my mouth, the anticipation of what was to come, I needed my hole poked. His calloused black hand came around my throat, pulled me tight against his body, his denim jeans doing nothing to hide the steel pipe shaft snaking down his right thigh, “YOU TEASING THE WRONG MAN BOY,” he growled, “I ONLY FUCK WHEN I KNOW IT’S ALL GOING IN - EVERY INCH - ASS OR PUSSY - EITHER ONE AND IF THAT MEANS MAKING THAT SHIT BLEED AND TEARING YOU OPEN TO GET IT, I WILL. I AIN’T PLAYIN. I TAKE WHAT’S MINE. ANOTHER TIME, ANOTHER PLACE, YOU’D BE SCREAMING YOUR REGRETS RIGHT NOW. BUT MY MAN’S BEEN GOOD TO ME AND MINE SO I’M NOT FUCKING WITH HIS SHIT. TONIGHT’S HIS BUSINESS AND YOU NEED TO DO YOUR PART AND I’LL DO MINE.” With a grunt he released me, sat back down on the stool, picked up his smoke, and smiled at me through the haze. I boldly reached out and ran my fingers up and down the dark outlines of his manhood and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll handle my business. But when the party’s over, I may need someone to walk me home.” With that invite hanging - along with his ginormous BBC - I went down the hall to my Speed Breeding room, got naked, sat on the bed, snorted a few lines of cocaine, jacked my dick, put some porn on and waited for my first John. I was lost in a movie when the light grew dimmer, the door closed, the red bulb turned on and the timer started - CLICK. The man was short, balding, paunchy, had on glasses, and leered at me with a snaggle toothed smile. I smiled back. I stood up, bent over the bed, and he said, “Oh no, no no. Kiss me.” What? I turned and looked at him. His physical looks didn’t really bother me - hell as a bottom the ‘ugliest’ tops were some of the best fucks - but this guy was effeminate too. It took me a second to remember the saying the guys in Texas used to blurt, “HE OPENED HIS MOUTH AND A STRING OF PEARLS FELL OUT!” or some shit like that. I just was not into fem guys. Clearly I had discovered I had few limits, and a broad range of men I would let fuck me, but this? This was too much. CLICK - the fucking timer. I looked at him, the mirror full of coke, snorted some lines, stood up, and leaned down and kissed the little man as he touched my dick. I had to be the aggressor and slid my tongue between his small, dry cracked lips. He moaned - CLICK. I reached down to touch his dick, “No, no, no. Kiss me.” OK, whatever. Back to his mouth - CLICK. My tongue darted in his mouth. I reached up and held his head - CLICK. I flicked my tongue side to side and up and down - CLICK. He moaned. I added some spit - CLICK. I explored his teeth - CLICK. He pulled back and shook, shivered, and had a small convulsion. Fuck was he having a heart attack? A dark stain appeared on the front of his Khakis. Damn - he just blew his load! The man turned, yanked the door open, and scurried down the hall like a rabbit with a fox on its tail. The big black man - fuck I still didn’t know his name, calmly pushed the EXIT door open, the small man hurried through, then the door was shut. I waved for the black guy to come to the room as I furtively looked to the front and saw the guy who took the cash but no one else waiting. “What the fuck was that?” I asked. The black guy looked at my white skin, reached out and circled my pink nipple as he licked his lips. He smiled. I crossed my hands over my chest and said, “What? Now you want to fuck me?” He just shook his head and went back to his post. I snorted some more coke and waited. The door to my room was slightly further down the hall than Kip’s. I heard his door open, a man walk by who looked at me and smiled as he slicked his hair back and left. Kip’s door closed. OK, tonight was not off to a great start. I didn’t have to wait long for my first load: The next guy that came in was a little drunk for sure, but had a nice, thick uncut dick and like Garrett predicted, he cummed in my ass within about a minute of sticking it in. I had barely lubed my hole up before he got behind me, shoved, pumped, and spurted. A few more guys came through, each much like the last, nothing special to remember except hot nutt in my ass and not one of them asked about safe sex, or a condom, or status. The next guy though - fuck I had to stop and sort several lines of cocaine just to deal with him. Fucking high maintenance. He wanted more light, less light, not that video, did I have condoms, how many loads had I taken? What was my status? Did I know the importance of safe sex? I barely saw his dick before the timer stopped - thank God. When he left I motioned to the guy taking the money and told him, “I will not deal with that asshole again.” That’s all I had to say. More coke, more raw dick, more cum. The music seemed louder, the voices sharper, the shadows darker - damn I was fucked up. Sad though as I barely felt the fucks. I mean nothing against the guys at all, all seemed like nice dicks, but nothing so special that it cut through the high, made my ass ache after, or made me wish I was theirs to take home. That all changed when he walked in. HOLY SHIT! WHAT WAS HE DOING HERE? I had just finished using the closet toilet and wiped the man spooge out of my crack when I sat back on the bed, snorted some lines, and looked up. He walked in, shut the door, unbuttoned his pants and with them around his ankles turned around and stopped - it was one of my friends. One of the guys I had stayed with when I first came to DC. His eyes got wide - he mumbled and fumbled trying to pull his pants up. I stepped over to him, he stood up, I grabbed his dick and stroked and asked, “You trying to fuck or what?” So the backstory recap on why this was weird: The guy who just walked in - I will call him Mr. M - he and I were bar friends, pool table buddies. Nice guy. Big executive in a multinational company, but married and just ‘coming out’. Sort of. Mr. L - who would become his lover - was someone we all met the same night at the bar. He was new to the neighborhood, we asked him to play pool with us, he and Mr. M spent the night together and the rest was wedded bliss. Well things got weird when Mr. M asked me to let Mr. L have one of the spare rooms at my house. He was living in a bad place, had to get out ASAP. Sure, no problem. Well when Mr. L moved in we became friends, sort of best friends I thought. Mr. M seemed a little jealous at times and even once accused me (while at the bar drunk) of sleeping with his new lover Mr. L - which never happened. We were friends. Not my type. I was helping someone out in need, blah blah blah. Anyways, things were just always a little weird after that. Mr. M and Mr. L became a hot power couple, moved to DC, we kept in touch, when my life went to hell they invited me to stay with them but Mr. M always still seemed a little surly. Now here I was, buck-naked and Mr. M had his dick hanging out. They always said they were monogamous, but fuck - I didn’t give a shit. If he was here, he wanted to fuck. I spit in my hand, pressed Mr. M against the wall as I pushed back on his dick and rode his shaft for all I was worth. It took me close to 4 minutes, but he cummed in my ass then quickly wiped his dick off and left. HA! I watched Mr. M practically run out the back door. The black guy at the back looked at me - I looked up front and no one was watching - I stepped into the hall, bent over and spread my cheeks so he could see the fresh load of cum coating my ass pussy. I smiled and walked back into the room, his low growl echoing over the music and sounds of the party. The next few hours were a bit of a blur - too much cocaine. There was a guy who I thought must have been homeless from his stink but he had a huge dick that stretched me good, so I was happy. A couple jock Daddy types who seemed to enjoy fucking rough. Another dude who insisted I find a condom and finally I flung the door open and shoved him into the hall - end of that. Overall the night was OK - not great - but OK. Frankly I had a much better time at the BBC gangbang a few nights prior. Those men were ALL well hung. They fucked with no strings, no drama, and all they wanted was a raw hole to cum in. Drugs, drink, smoke, all on deck along with balls to the wall hardcore fucking. The VIPs at this sex party were just a bit too tame and vanilla for my tastes. Yeah I looked the vanilla part, and could play a JR’s ‘sweater queen’ on TV, but inside I was more of an Eagle slut, or BBC hood slut. I heard there was a bar called Bachelor’s Mill where the BBC went, but the BBC there were only into black holes – not pink ones. Sigh! Garrett was in the tiny doorway of the closet toilet. He handed me a wad of bills and smiled, “From your TIP box,” he said. I blushed, took the cash, not sure exactly where to put it so handed it back to him and said, “Can you…..” Another voice interrupted us as a black hand snatched the cash, took the keys to my apartment Garrett was holding, and as Garrett stepped back, smiling like the twisted fucker he was, the black guy I had teased earlier filled the doorway and said, “HIS PARTY IS OVER. MINE IS JUST BEGINNING. YOU READY FOR SOME BBC SLOW, DEEP, ROUGH BREEDING? NONE OF THIS SPEEDY SHIT - I PLAN TO TAKE MY TIME OPENING THAT ASS PUSSY UP AND FILLING YOU WITH NICCA NUTT” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)
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  9. I was super excited to see what Luke had prepared for me. I knew it was going to be good but I can’t say I wasn’t hoping it would surpass the other boys because that would just make it the best thing ever for me, and though I cared about and loved all these boys di for me, this was my fantasy playing out. I was half hard already from the sales clerk trying to tempt me and me knowing he would be a hungry cumslut the next time I came to the store. But knowing Luke had prepared a cum sloppy feast that he thought would win him this contest had me speeding faster than I probably should have. About halfway there my phone started ringing. I looked down and it was Jake. So I answered it. “Whats up Jake? Are you keeping your fingers out of your hole for me?” I said as I pushed the send button. As soon as I started to listen I heard the unmistakable sounds of sex in the background. “Yes david, my plug is firmly in place. I haven’t touched it, and I am wearing the tight vinyl shorts to catch anything that might leak out.” “And this is why I keep you slutty boys around.” “Thank you sir” “Is there a reason you called Jake?” As I hear this I hear a scream in the background. “Yeah, the ad has produced some really rough fuckers, He just had a trucker with a PA fuck hell out of him and he has been crying for about 15 minutes.” “Did the trucker cum in him?” “Yeah, three times” “Has Gabe asked to stop?” “No, but he is sore, I can tell” “Do we know the guy plowing him now?” “It’s Jesse from the gas station.” “oh good, he will rough him up good and leave one huge load in that hole. Do me a favor put Gabe on the phone, Jesse won’t mind. Actually get behind him and slide a finger or two in with Jesse’s dick after you give Gabe the phone. I wanna hear them go in.” “Yes Sir” I hear some shuffling and the constant twacking of skin as I know Gabe is getting plowed. And then I hear some sniffles and whines as the phone gets to Gabes ear. “Jake was concerned about you Gabe, he said you were crying. Are you wanting to stop?” “NO sir, I don’t want to quit you david. This body makes you happy. This dripping hole keeps you happy. I wanna do everything to keep you happy.” I can hear his tears, the uncomfortable whine in his voice, and the pain of every deep thrust he is taking. “Well I don’t want to ruin your hole. I just want it well used, cum filled, and maybe leaking a little jizz.” “I know sir, that is what I am….oh fuck!” he yelled and then gasped. “oh yeah I told Jake to add a few fingers and make sure u were stretching properly. Do u want him to stop?” Through more tears and whining I heard Gabe say, “No, sir. I wanna make u happy.” “Well your noises are keeping me hard to go fuck your brother Luke. So I am very happy right now.” “Thank you sir.” I hear Jesse's growl starting in the background. “oh you are about to get a massive load shot up that well worn ass. Now I need u to bear down hard on that massive dick and do ur best to keep all that cum in.” “Yes, sir.” He says in a whine. “Fuck it hurts a LOT sir.” “It’s almost over Gabe, try to swallow his dick with your ass and make him feel good like u would for me.” I can hear Jesse's growl getting louder. And then a howl and I know he is erupting into my boy. The dick super swelling in Gabe to deliver the flood that is Jesse's load makes Gabe gasp in more pain as the spunk paints the already cummy walls that are now Gabe’s guts. “Good boy Gabe, now clean his dick and swallow his after sex piss. If u can manage not to spill a drop u can stop taking any more cocks past what is already waiting for u. And give the phone back to Jake.” “Yes sir.” Gabe groans into the phone. As the last grunts of Jesse's mind numbing orgasm passes the phone is handed over. All I can think is how much Jesse loves fucking destroyed hole almost as much as I do, but he likes destroying them more than I do. And then I hear Jake on the line, “Yes David?” “Is there anyone waiting for Gabes hole?” “Not at the moment, we had hit a bit of a dry spell, I was gonna long dick him myself till I find someone.” “I made a deal with him, if he can drink all of Jesse’s after sex piss without missing any he can stop.” “Shit david, Luke can barely do that and he is practically a piss vacuum.” “I know, but hopefully Gabe is motivated. Either way get the large green plug ready for him. If he succeeds plug him up, leather speedo and set him next to the pool. If he fails, long dick him till u find around 3 more. Then plug and pool. I'm almost home but Luke is waiting for me.” “Got it boss"
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  10. I realize some of you may be in recovery and seeing stories about chem sex is a bad idea for you. If that's a case I'll be happy to make it so once you login you can't see either the fiction or discussion section. Just send me a PM and I'll set it up for you.
    2 points
  11. This is essentially another BZ member's story. PissPigBrooklyn sent me his true story and I just expanded it and added some details I'd imagined. You may disagree after reading this, but I don't think there's anything 'wrong' with me. I just wanted HIV, and had been trying to convert for a long period of time. Why? It was one of my many fetishes, but I'd more or less given up when I met an old acquaintance at an art gallery opening. He had actually been a former escort i had engaged. (It's yet another fetish.) I remarked on how much weight he had lost and he said well he was likely to lose even more. I knew why and asked if he was on meds. He shrugged. I asked if he had it when we fucked a few (about 4 or so years earlier_. He said no, not to worry. I said too bad. He pulled me aside and undid his pants showing me a biohazard tat on his hip. I traced it rather longingly and he put me on my knees where i traced it with my tongue (never told anybody this part and we were only a few feet from the crowd at the exhibit barely hidden.). He looked at me with interested eyes and asked "Really? You chasing?" "Like a hound after a fox," I said using the first cliche that came to mind. He said that he had a pretty high viral already when tested two months before and that he was sure he could do something about that. I could feel my breathing starting to change to shorter pants. "What did you have in mind?" I thought immediately of a friend who was also chasing and told Bill how we had been planning a conversion party but had only been able to find one, maybe two guys to do the deed for the two if us. In that full crowded room, Bill took my hand and guided it to the crotch of his pants. He was rock hard! "I'm in" he said. "You sure are," I responded. The following day I contacted my friend and we began to make immediate plans for the party. We had two more guys besides Bill interested in it and within two days and thanks to a Craig's List posting, another guy seemed really interested in it. We set a date and I rented a room at a midtown hotel. Of course things began to go wrong immediately. Two of the guys cancelled, including the Craig's List guy and a subsequent ad yielded no true results. I had begun to give up hope when I called Bill with the last postponement. He had been very patient through almost a month and a half of waiting saying not to worry, his viral load was probably only climbing higher (it had been 350k three months before) Bill said he would wait but was scheduled to leave town right after Thanksgiving. This was in late October. he offered to do me alone by himself. I said that if something didn't happen by Thanksgiving, we would. Suddenly things began to fall into place. One of the people who had backed out was suddenly available again and another friend of the other bottom had agreed to go off meds in order to top at the party. Now THAT is a real friend! There were now four tops and two bottoms. We scheduled it for the day after Thanksgiving! Black Friday indeed. Everyone including Bill was happy. Maybe he expected to get paid for this -- but I was already stretching my budget with renting a hotel room in midtown. Hell....if I got what I wanted, I'd pay the man. He was very European, foreign-looking. I'll describe him as an Italian Mick Jagger if you need a mental picture. That Friday arrived and I couldn't eat anything. My heart raced and I felt a little dizzy at times. Nerves. I was definitely not having second thoughts because I'd been wanting this so long. I was energized with excitement and anticipation. The hotel wasn't what you'd call 'plush', but it nice and roomy. There were two Queen-sized beds and eight pillows. It already smelled nice, but I lit a scented candle I'd been given as a gift by somebody in my family. It made a nice glow as the sun began to get lower in the sky. My chaser buddy came to the room first. I could tell he'd been drinking a little, and I wondered why I hadn't brought some booze to this thing. Whatever...we could just raid the minibar if needed. In fact, I needed a shot of something right that second. My friend and I each had a couple of drinks before that first knock at the door. It was Bill, looking hot as ever. He even had cologne on. He looked around the room and decided it would work. "How many others are coming?" He asked. "There will be six total. Want a drink?" "I'm good for now. Maybe later. The candle is nice -- what's the smell?" I'd completely forgotten. In the next fifteen minutes, all the other tops had arrived. I was really uncertain as to how this should get started, but Bill just stripped bare. I guess that was good as an ice-breaker as any. I got naked and then so did the rest. My buddy had already picked out the dick he wanted and the two of them went at it. I could see the top guys bony ass pumping up and down into my lucky pal. He was going to get it for sure.. I'd already promised Bill the first fuck, and he moved in close to me. I think the part of all of this was how much heat his naked body gave off. He was maybe feverish or just energized by lust. He felt hot to the touch. I wanted to be burned. He was taller than me, but much lighter, and still took me over quickly. I was on my back with him forcing his way into me. He entered me slowly, using just some gun oil. The other tops were fooling around with each other and one of them lit up a joint. Shit -- I'd have to pay extra for that because this was a non-smoking room. I didn't care. I'd take out a second mortgage on my house for the sensations I was having. As Bill found his way inside of me, deeper and deeper, he started talking in a low growling voice... "You're going to take my dirty seed and make it part of you. Understand?" I was in pure heaven. The world could end now. "Yeah." "It's going to be with you forever. You'd better be sure because there's no turning back. You fucking sure you're ready?" I realized I could change my mind. He was giving me choice. At that second I decided once and for all that I was chasing HIV and not just fantasizing. This was real. So I quietly reassured him. "Yes. Fuck me hard and deep. Fill me with your toxic seed. I surrender to it." Well, I didn't have to say any of that because he announced he was shooting his death load...and telling me how sick I would become. I shot a load just as he was pulling his soft dick out. I tried to remember everything about the moment...the smells, shadows and sounds. I'd wanted this too long to ever forget it. The other tops fucked me, but they weren't as talented as Bill...especially with the poz talk. One of them didn't say anything, and the others just said generic things like "Take this dirty bug" and "Death is beautiful". It all felt good, but I missed Bill's penis in me. We went at it one last time, but is was easier and slower. His body was so heated...he must have a fever. Then the party disbanded. My friend I had a celebratory drink and then fell into an exhausted sleep. Bliss. I got the expected 'fuck flu' in early January and tested poz the next week. Happy Ending.
    2 points
  12. I take a ton of anonymous loads and I was wondering what you guys would do. I never ask them who they are unless they are an amazing fuck and I want it again.
    2 points
  13. Got there about 9:30, found my room on the 4th floor, stripped down to my towel and did a walk around but things hadn't started heating up yet, so went back to my room, lubed up my hole and laid face down on the bed with the door open. Only laid there about 5 mins when i felt a hand on my ass and saw a nice uncut 7 incher bobbing near my face. I gave it a couple of strokes and when his fingers got to my hole and he felt the lube, he just climbed on top and slid in. Fucked me good for about 10 minutes before dumping a big load in me. He smacked my ass in thanks as he left the room. Got up and started wandering again. There were a few guys in the dark maze and got groped some but no one was doing anything else yet. Wandered down to the basement and sucked a couple cocks in the glory hole room, then made my way back up to the 2nd floor. There were a few guys playing in the movie area near the stairs and a dark skinned black guy with a nice cock was watching and stroking. I dropped to my knees and started sucking him but after a minute or so, he nodded at me to follow him back to his room. He laid down on the bed and I crawled between his legs and started sucking him again, getting him good and hard...a nice fat 8 incher. Made sure my hole was nice and wet, climbed on top, and took a big hit of poppers while sliding down on that big black cock. Rode him hard for a while, bouncing, rolling my hips, squeezing his big cock, until he asked me if I wanted that cum in me. I don't think I said anything, just moaned and rode him harder. He grabbed my hips, pulling me down deep, and I could actually feel that big cock throb as he shot his load in me. I climbed off and thanked him as I made my way out the door. Went back to my room to clean up the cum running down my legs a little. After resting for a little while, I made my way back to the maze. Got groped and grabbed as I wandered in the dark. I was grabbing cocks when I could trying to find a nice one to fill my hole. Then I felt one that was perfect...nice fat head, narrower shaft and spreading at the base, maybe 7-1/2 or so....and as i got ahold of it, his fingers slid up my crack and when he felt the lube, he pulled me into the alcove in front of him. I stroked his cock as he squeezed my ass, then he bent me forward, pushing my head into the dark aisle, and slide that wonderful cock into me. I felt the pop as that fat head went through my ring and I took a big hit of my poppers. I couldn't help but moan as he started pumping that cock in and out of me, which attracted others in the darkness. Unseen hands were grabbing my cock and balls and pinching my nipples, cocks stuck in my mouth for a few strokes. No one stayed long, but seemed like every guy in the maze came by for a touch or a few seconds of sucking. Meanwhile, I'm getting a great fuck as he's alternating between slow and fast, deep and shallow, hard and soft. Until he pulled me upright against his chest, cock still in me, and growled in my ear that I should get ready because he was about to breed me and then his friend was next. I just moaned and bent forward again. He put his hands on my shoulders to pull me down onto his cock harder as he pounded the last few strokes and then buried himself deep as he filled me full of his cum. Before I could even catch my breath, he pulled out and I heard him say, "You're next, bro" as he squeezed past me to leave. I felt someone spit on my hole and then a heavy cock slapped on my ass and I heard a voice say, "I hope you like black cock, cause I sure do like some white pussy." I took another big hit off my poppers and just as I capped the bottle, I felt his cock enter me. He pushed slowly, not stopping until he had all of it in me and it must have been 9-9-1/2 inches easy. He stayed there for a min, letting me get used to his length and damn was he deep. He asked, "You ready, bitch?" I didn't answer, just started pushing back at him as I took another deep hit of the poppers. He grabbed my hips and started long stroking me, not too fast, just a nice steady pace...all the way out and all the way back in. He must have fucked me for 15 or 20 minutes, never altering his pace or his depth. In the meantime, I had a steady stream of gropes and cocks stuck in my mouth as guys walked by and I was still bent forward into the aisle. Finally his pace altered, getting a little faster and he stayed deep, only going in and out a few inches, until he pulled me into him with a slam and held me there as he unloaded in me. When he finally let go, I slid off him, and on a whim, I turned around and kissed the head of his cock. He patted my head and said, "that's a good little white bitch." Damn, I love strong alpha black men, lol. I went back to my room for a while to rest and give my tired little fuckhole a break, lol. I took maybe a half hour nap and when I woke up, I put some fresh lube on my hole and went wandering. There was action all over the place. I spent some time in the little theater room on the 4th floor, fluffing cocks to fuck this thin black twink who was taking some good fucks. Then I wandered to the basement and played in the glory hole room a bit. Finally made my was back to my room and laid face down with the door open. It was 4 AM, so I figured I'd give it 15 minutes and if no one came in, I'd go home. I wasn't lying there 2 minutes when this well built black guy in glasses came in that I had seen a few times earlier, but always when I was preoccupied. He stuck his cock in my face, and I started sucking him. My man was definitely a grower because before I knew it, I had 8+ decently thick inches of black cock in my mouth. He grabbed my lube bottle and lubed himself as he climbed between my spread legs. I took a big hit of poppers and felt that head press against my hole and then he was in. At this point, the fucking was just a blur, but suffice to say, he knew how to fuck. After a while, he pulled me to all fours and then went to town on my ass, finallly pumping his load into me as I collapsed back on the bed. He slapped my ass as he left and pulled the door shut behind him. I laid there for a while, then I cleaned up my leaking gaped ass and got dressed to go home. I love a good CumUnion party!
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  14. Part 3 I knew i was unlikely to last long with the sight in front of me and how good it felt having his warm tight hole wrapped round my dick, not to mention how risky it was here at work - what i'd always wanted to do. I was rocking back and forward with short deliberate strokes. I decided I didn't want to make him ask me to stop, but to be fair he seemed in a world of his own. I was actually worried it might be too noisy, so i pushed his head into the desk and steadied myself on his muscular back gradually sinking my dick further inside him. "Scott that feels, fuck, oh man, wow" was all he said. "You horny fuck" was my reply. I stopped briefly to look at my cock driving in his hole, I don't think i'd ever been this hard. "Mate, i'm gonna cum soon, it feels too good" i told him, but he was just moaning so i fired off 6 or 7 ropes of poz cum deep in his guts. I collapsed on his sweaty back as he was bent over the desk, both of us just panting. Gradually my dick slipped out of his hole and i felt some of my cum land on my foot. He turned round but wasn't looking at me as he sat on the desk chair and started to put his sock back on. I admired his body some more and that sexy messed up hair, those fit thighs as he rested his foot on the chair. Then i noticed the pool of cum on the desk, he'd shot his load while I fucked his cute ass, holy fuck! I hadn't noticed him wanking... We both got dressed pretty quickly and he left the office without saying anything. I started to worry a bit how this was going to pan out and we had another few hours left on shift, plus the rest of the week. But then I saw the little wet patch of my cum he'd left on the desk chair and started to feel horny about it all again. I'd stealth fucked a poz load into the guy but i resolved not to tell him and work out how I could persuade him to come back for seconds. I mean it must have felt good, he was a horny young foot freak so he'd probably be a bit weird but come around the next time he got horny. He came back to the office about half an hour later when some customers arrived, he leant over the desk to pass them some equipment they were borrowing and I couldn't help but perve on that ass i knew was full of my poz cum. I'd decided I'd tell him how good it was before we finished for the night so we'd confronted it before tomorrow. The rest of the shift was busy but i was probably semi throughout as I couldn't get it out of my mind. I had to have him again. I had to make him my sexy fuck bud and work out some of the fantasies running through my mind, plus he couldn't be totally innocent given how easy it was to set him off. "Ok so is it ok if i head off now" said Seb as it got to 9:30. "Can i just see you for a second" i said and nodded toward the gym cupboard and away from where the cleaners were working. He headed off a bit hesitantly but when the door had closed something snapped in my mind and i grabbed his dick without warning "i enjoyed that before and I know you did too you horny fucker, i'm happy to keep it a secret if you are, we've all got needs". "I, er, I have a thing for feet is all" he said. "If you tell me honestly it didn't feel good having my dick up your ass i'll never mention it again" i replied. "I'll give you tonight to think about it, if you decide you want my dick again I want you here tomorrow on time barefoot in my office, then i'll know your answer" and i opened the door to let him out...
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  15. It was back in January. I found the guy on Squirt. He messaged saying he wanted to unload in a hot mouth or a tight ass and I was happy to offer both. I went to his apartment. We didn't say much. He led me to his room and we took our clothes. I got down on my knees and started sucking his cock, which was already getting hard. He was uncut, about 8 inches long, and a good thickness. He laid down on the bed and I straddled his legs as I kept sucking him. I was taking him as far down my throat as I could, drooling all over him. In between sucks, I spat on my fingers, and started working my fuckhole to get it ready for him. I was getting hard from sucking him and I was loving the taste of his precum, but I needed to get my ass filled and I couldn't wait anymore. I crawled up his body and positioned myself above him, held his cock steady and eased it into my hole, with just my spit for lube. It felt so good going in. Once he was balls deep I sat still to appreciate how full I felt. Then I started riding him hard, moaning and breathing hard. After a few minutes like that he wanted to switch positions. He had me lay on my back and put my legs on his shoulders as he pounded me hard and fast till he shot a huge load deep inside me. I got dressed and headed home. I kept that load inside me the rest of the day.
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  16. "How many loads you have in your hole? Two? Fuck yeah!" by: Westsidebbslut https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/bred-11-7-16-at-8-36-AM-31329552 bred 11-7-16 at 8:36 AM anon suck, fuck and breed with a stranger from bart
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  17. Part 2: Popping the Cherry Josh and I were there in shock and utter disbelief as Adrian caught us with Josh's cock in my mouth. It was as if time stopped and Josh and I couldn't move. Adrian just smirked closed the door behind him and locked it and said "give me some of that" Adrian just unzipped his pants and his semi hard floppy cut dick was now in front of me. Adrain looked over to Josh and gave him a signal and Josh pulled out my mouth ... I then took Adrian's now hardening cock into my mouth. It smelled of musk not too bad just a hint of sweat as expected from the night's worth of partying and I was getting more aroused as now I was getting used by 2 hot guys. Adrian is 5'11 he hasn't removed his shirt yet but from the quick glances I've taken from the shower room at school he is pretty toned and well built. I was now slobbering all over Adrian's 7 inch cock being able to deep threat him with his trimmed pubes hitting my nose. As I continued on sucking Adrian, Josh was now behind me and caressing my ass as he jacked off watching me suck Adrian. I could feel Josh's finger linger near my hole and he spat on my hole and licked on his finger and slowly pushed it into my hole... it's the first time I've been fingered and I really couldn't quite put how it felt. It didn't hurt but was not that pleasurable but as Josh slid in another finger and got in deeper I could feel him hit a spot inside me which was just amazing! It was as if I was being tickled and jacked off from the inside and al I can do was moan as I was sucking Adrian. Josh then spat 2 more times into my hole and I could feel that he was positioning his cock behind me... he then tried to enter me several times but the tightness of my virgin hole made it difficult. He then went near my head as I was sucking Adrian and whispered "relax for me please" I relaxed my hole as Josh's cock tried to penetrate me slowly... then *plop his uncut cock made it inside me. I was consumed by this searing pain but I couldn't really scream as my mouth was full with Adrian's cock. Josh then said "oh he is tight!, are you a virgin Jake?" I just nodded in agreement as Josh slowly pushed in deeper into me with his thick uncut cock. He was now more than halfway inside me and he started to gain a rhythm as he slowly pounded my tight hole... I could hear him moan and cuss as he was fucking me then after a few more thrusts he was already balls deep inside me. Adrian lusted over as he watched me get fucked by Josh and said "give me some of that tight ass Josh later, will you?" Josh just said "yeah, Jake is way tighter than any pussy I've fucked" Josh spat more on my ass as he fucked me and he was now fucking me real fast and the pain I felt earlier has now been slowly replaced by this amazing feeling of fullness and tingling inside me as Josh's uncut cock hit my g-spot again and again. I moaned and moan as I sucked Adrian and I then felt Josh's hands tighten it's grip on my hips and he started grunting and then I knew he was cumming inside me - my first fuck and cum. Josh must have cummed a lot as he held me tightly for more than a minute as I felt his cock throb inside me. He then slowly pulled out and said to Adrian "that was amazing! Your turn buddy" As Josh pulled out of me I felt a certain level of emptiness and as Adrian pulled out of my mouth to get behind me my mouth longed for cock and then I realized that i was becoming a cock whore ... The emptiness was soon gone as Adrian got himself behind me and he then spat on his cock and my ass felt up my ass cheeks and said "you got one cummy hole, I hope this is still tight" I could feel the cum leak from my hole and Josh was there laying beside me in his a post fuck glow with sweat glistening over his sexy body and his hands on the back of his head. His slightly hairy pits were near me and I could smell his manliness and it made me a lot hornier and put me in a sexual trance. Adrian then positioned his cock on my hole and slowly pushed in. He met no resistance from my now cum filled hole but I think it must have still been tight for him as I heard him remark "oh yeah, this is way tighter than any girl pussy I've had, you're giving the girls in our school a run for their money" Adrian was soon balls deep in me and was fucking me hard as in the heat of the night and of the moment I felt his sweat drip on to my back as he fucked me. His thick cock was now way inside me as he hit my g-spot and all I can do was moan and moan in satisfaction. It didn't take long for Adrian to hit it just right and I couldn't believe it... I started cumming on the bed without touching myself. I could feel my cock throb and my ass tightened as I came... that must have put Adrian over the edge as well as my ass massaged his cock... he held on to me tight and grunted and moaned and I felt his cock throb and release his cum inside me. Adrian clearly came a lot as I could feel the cum leak even while he was still inside me. After a minute or two he slowly pulled out his softening cock and both Adrian and Josh started to dress up as I was there laying on a pool of my cum and their cum on the bed. Before leaving the room, Josh remarked "you're a good fuck Jake, let's do this again" Adrian just gave this sly smirk on Josh's comment and both of them left the room and went back partying... I looked at my watch and it's already 30 minutes past midnight.
    2 points
  18. I'm a married guy in smaller tourist town in Florida. My play with guys is limited to daytime action and they have to host. My wife is around all the time. After awhile, hosting tops seem to just not be around or the timing just doesn't work. Plus I'm not really into repeats unless the guy is something extra special. From my few posts here, you can tell I'm into my married guys that like to lay back and be serviced. On occasion I rent a hotel room for the day. Go for the lower priced, cheap sleazy feel; sure adds to atmosphere. Then run an ad on CL, lookin for tops. Sometimes I just leave the door ajar and wait naked on my knees and service their cocks. Other times, I'll be on my knees on the bed with my ass ready to be bred. 90% of the takers are married guys at lunch or on their way home. Rarely are they nto anal and just want BJs. I can try though. The other day decided I wanted to do a hotel glory hole. Have done that in the past with a bed sheet and hole. That works but wanted something a bit more masculine. Got a heavy canvas tarp, did a nice size hole like in an ABS, trimed it out with duct tape. Got that thing hung between the bath and the sink area of the motel room. Got about 3 responses in the first hour and this was at 10 in the morning. Got the room number to those guys. Told them door would be ajar. If they wanted, they could leave ajar and another guy might come in; up to them. Told guys in the response that if door was locked, they'd need to hang outside until someone left, just walk in when someone walked out. First guy showed and shut door. From what I could see young guy. His stats said he was 23. Nice 6 inch cock and low hangers. No chit chat, he puts through the hole. I've got a nice little step stool to sit on, so I'm comfortable and ready to spend some quality time on this nice cock. Do one deep throat move on the guy and he goes...OMG, and starts spewing cum all over the place. Those pants are pulled up and he's out of there. Guess it was a bit much for him. Thought maybe someone would be waiting to come in but no one entered. Got on my phone and saw a got was emailing from the parking lot asking if it was ok to come up. Wrote him back to come on up. Made a dash for the door to get it ajar and back into my cubby hole. Door opens, gets shut and then I don't hear anything. I'm thinking WTF. Then this voice just says, suck my dick long enough to get it slick and then show me your ass. I just meekly respond back, yes Sir. I can't see the guy's face, he has some type of khaki uniform pants. He peels off his shirt and there's a nice hairy chest. He pull his pants down and here's these white boxer shorts . Those come down and I'm presented a swelling, sweaty, uncut, full bush cock. I stick my hand out to pull it closer and he steps back saying I'll get it when he's ready. He there for a minute or so just slow stroking putting on a nice show. He sticks his fingers in the hole a few times and tells me to smell him and to lick his fingers. damn they stunk like a sweaty uncut cock. I'm thinking I'm not in the mood for this but then I notice my cock is really hard and dripping. I get off my comfy stool and get on my knees. Now I'm at the hole saying Sir please may I taste your cock. Al the while my brain is going, how do I get rid of this guy. He finally get close enough for my tongue to touch the tip. He lets me rim his piss slit, the slowly he lets me have the head. The only thing he says is don't touch it with your hand. As things progress that cock keeps going down my throat and I'm now getting face fucked and precum is flowing from him and me. Then he just stops, pulls out of my mouth, steps back and says, "show me your hole." Frankly, I'm a mess at this point. The idea of sucking this mans sweaty cock in my little fantasy world is getting me to the edge. But I get up, turn around and put my ass up to the hole. I hear some spitting and I'm thinking I need to turn around and get some lube in my hole. When I try that, he orders me back to the hole. Then his finger is in there playing around and massaging. Gad, he's going to be gentle. He probes around with an experienced hand, massages my prostrate, then compliments me on having a clean hole. Nest thing that head is penetrating my hole. He pushes in and out few times, pulls out, spits some more. This goes on for several minutes. I'm enjoying the hell out of it. The he just says, I've been patient with you....here it comes. With one solid push he jams tha entire cock into me ass. I'm buring up and on fire. I start begging him to stop but this has turned into a rape, dry fuck. I could pull off and bring an end to my misery but my cock is leaking cum like I'm cumming. My hole starts opening up and then all of a sudden the guy says, "see, now you're open up you're going to enjoy this. " He told me turn around, suck his cock more and this time get it really lubed up. I did as I was told. Hell when he put his cock through the hole, there was pink blood on it. He had ripped me open. I licked myself off him, made sure I really got spit on his cock. He tells me to turn around again. I've got my ass presented, I'm braced against the bathtub and then he pushes in with one solid movement. He's thrusting full force, his cock starts to feel even bigger, then out of nowhere this warm flow starts to fill my ass, he's still pumping asway full force and hard as ever. But now, I'm fully lubed up, his cock is feeling great, the pain is gone. He gives me about 10 more strokes and pulls out. I blurt out, thank you sir. He just says, turn around bitch and clean my cock. He presents his cock through the hole with cum and blood on it. I dutifully lick him clean. While I'm squatted down his load is leaking out of me. I'm overwhelmed ans satiated. He pulls up his pants, puts on his shirt and walks out the door. He yells back, hey there's two guys out here, want me to send them in. I say, No Sir, no one can be better than you. At that point I sat there in my room alone, door locked, and jerked myself off with a load shooting out like never before.
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  19. Every time I've had sex at an Interstate Rest Area I promise myself I will never do it again. Too much risk of getting caught and the sex is usually marginal. Once again I broke that promise. Tonight I slipped on a pair of loose soccer shorts and a tank and headed out. Upon arrival I kinda lingered by vending machines to see who looks like a possible trick. First few Men didn't pan out but finally a guy looked at the bulge in my shorts and smiled. He was a typical guy you'd expect trolling a public area. I followed him into a stall, sucked him and ultimately I got fucked and a load of cum up my ass. I always feel an enormous wave of pride afterwards and tonight was no exception.
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  20. A/N : This idea came to me as I was looking for incest videos, and I just had to write it down. This is going to be a slow buildup, I hope you enjoy it. —————————————— Fuck, you're hot, man. I read the latest message I got on Grindr, looking at the pics from the sender—J21DL, who was just 15 miles away. Just body shots, and what a body it was—all smooth, defined bouncy pecs, and rock hard abs. His screen name explained why he didn't show his face—I didn't show mine either, after all. It made my dick stir in anticipation, as I scrolled through his racier pics—which he'd unlocked for my viewing. J21DL had a nice round ass, and a clean, tight-looking hole. His last pic, where he was kneeling, ass in the air, hands spreading his fat cheeks apart, almost made me come. I lay in bed, naked, stroking my cock. My wife was working a night shift—again—and here I was, all horned up. I've been getting lonely ever since my son went off to college 3 years ago, and my wife started taking more shifts at the hospital. We kept missing each other, what with my day job and her night job. I didn't see much of her, and all those nights spent alone really did a job on my sex drive. So I channeled that frustration into working out, shedding all the fat I'd gotten from all those marital years, to the point where I looked pretty ripped now—if all the attention I was now getting was any indication. I loved fooling around with guys when I was in college—hell, some the hottest sex I'd had was with guys—and hadn't had the opportunity to do so since I got married. I kept to myself, watching gay porn, chatting online with cam guys, but I never actually went all the way and cheated on my wife. That's where I crossed the line. Until tonight. Thanks, you're pretty hot yourself, I replied to the young college guy. White guys aren't my type, usually, but even I couldn't deny how gorgeous that young stud was. And horny as I was, I couldn't help but fantasize about how great that bubble but would feel, bouncing against my hips, with my cock up that tight hole. I shared my locked pics with him, one which showed my happy trail down to my hard 8-inch cock. Another with my profile, highlighting the curve of my ass. Fuck... J21DL said. I need that cock inside me. Yeah? Fuck yeah. My GF's studying for an exam, and I'm horny as fuck. Come over. I paused, a war raging inside me. Oh how I wanted to plow that young thing all night long. But I wanted to be faithful to my wife. Hell, that kid was the same age as Brandon, my son. I couldn't do that to them. Could I? Wish I could, kid, I eventually sent. Why can't you? I'm married. That's even hotter, he replied. Part of my agreed, and I groaned in frustration. A few seconds later, I received a pic from him. Come on, man, I need your big cock in me. Damn, kid, I replied as I squeezed my cock. You're kind of cheating already right now anyway. Might as well go all the way now. Was I, though? Was this cheating? Fuck, I wasn't thinking clearly, horny as I was. As I looked at the empty space next to me, then to my raging hard cock, I made up my mind. Fuck it, give me your address, I said, and within half an hour, I was leaving my car and standing before a fraternity house, cock still hard in my cargo shorts. I'd left in a hurry, didn't even bother putting on underwear—I'd just grabbed a tank top and a pair of shorts. I entered the house, the front door left unlocked as J said it would. Thank God, Brandon hadn't joined a frat. At least I wouldn't be caught by my son tonight. The front door will be open, come up the stairs, first door on your left. I'll be waiting for you on my bed, ass up for you to take. Just come in, don't say a word, fuck me real good, then leave. I don't want my brothers to hear us. As promised, I found one beautiful boy standing on all fours on a queen size bed, his perfect bubble butt in front of me. I could barely see inside his room, dark as it was, but I didn't care much at the moment. I didn't waste time and kneeled in front of J, taking a good whiff of his musky scent before lapping up at his hole. I dug my tongue in, reveling in the soft moaning that left his mouth. I slapped his hole with my cock then, letting my head rub back and forth over his hole, teasing the entrance. My cock was leaking precum like I'd never seen before, and I was smearing it all over J's hole, the thought of filling that young boy's ass with my cum turning me on even more than I already was. "You want that cock?" I asked as I plastered myself over his back, nipping at his earlobe while I kept grinding my cock between his ass cheeks. "Yeah, fuck me," he replied, and then put a condom in my hand. I took it, not letting my disappointment come through, and sat back on my feet. I grabbed the bottle of lube J had left on the bed and poured a good amount on his hole, slipping my fingers through. "Fuck," he muttered as I slipped on the condom. The latex felt weird on my cock, as I hadn't used a condom in forever, and even a little constricting. I didn't like it, but I wanted to respect this young man's wishes—I knew I was clean, but who knew what diseases he carried. I didn't need to be caught with an STD. Soon enough, I was ready—and so was J—and slowly entered the young jock's hole. "Ooh fuck, yeah, just like that," he whispered, encouraging me to pick up the pace. I slipped in an out of him slowly at first, loving how crazy I was making him. I wanted to tease him until he went wild with want, and begged me to fuck him senseless. "Come on, old man, fuck me," he said, thrusting his ass back against my cock. How I wish I could see his face right now, and so I rolled him over, my cock still inside, trying to get a good look of his face. Sadly, it was too dark, so I traced his features with my fingers, stroked his smooth young face and plump lips. J had really soft hair, and I couldn't help but lean down and kiss him. He kissed back like a starved kid, and that spurred me to fuck him harder. J wrapped his arms around my broad back as I plowed his ass, swallowing his moans with my mouth as my balls slapped his ass. I was in heaven, fucking this pretty young thing, and for a moment, I forgot I was a married man in his late forties. "Mmhh, yeah, just like that, Daddy," J said, the last word making me pause. Had he just called me...daddy? "Don't stop, fuck me, Daddy." There was that word again, sparking something inside me. I found myself even more turned on at the thought of fucking my own son, which was crazy as fuck. I had never even thought of that before. J awoke a beast in me, and I found myself fucking him even harder. There was no way his frat brothers couldn't hear us, even if we kept our mouth shut, the sound of my balls hitting J's ass was pretty loud. "You like that, son?" I whispered near J's ear, getting myself into this little roleplay he got us into. "Like Daddy's big cock in you?" "Fuck, yeah, Daddy," J said, his arms bringing me even closer to him for a sloppy kiss. "Love you, Daddy." "Love you too, baby boy," I replied, feeling my load coming. "I'm going to cum, son." "Cum inside me, Daddy," he said, and just like that, I came undone, bursting inside J's hole, wishing there was no barrier between us. I pulled out of him, and took of the filled condom off my cock, and was about to tie it up when J stopped me with a firm hand. "Don't throw it away," J said, taking the condom off my hands. "Such a waste." "What are you doing?" I asked, not seeing clearly what the kid was up to. "I'm tasting your cum, Daddy," he replied, and there I could see the condom inside his mouth, J tilting the end up to make my cum slid down his mouth. It was the hottest thing I 'd ever seen in my life. "Fuck, you taste so good, Daddy." "Jesus Christ, son," I said, pinning him down on his bed to kiss him. I tasted my self on his tongue, and man, that tasted damn amazing. My cock was getting hard again, and I felt J's own hard cock grinding against mine. He was moaning pretty loud as we kept kissing, our cocks sliding together in bliss, until he, too, came. I felt his cock pulsating along mine, and that made me come again. "You feel so good, Daddy," he whispered, hands roaming all over my back as we kept sliding our bodies up and down. "Thank you." "You're welcome, baby," I said, pulling away to look at the mess on his belly. I couldn't resist the sight of all the glistening cum on his abs, and leaned down, lapping up everything I could. "Give me some," J said, and I obliged, keeping all the cum in my mouth until I could lock my lips with his. We shared the cum between our tongues, my body flushed against his. I never wanted to leave J, his gorgeous body connecting with mine, his strong thighs tangled up in mine. At the moment, I didn't regret my decision, even if it meant I was a cheater. I had one of the best nights of my life, and I couldn't care less, I thought as I dozed off with J in my arms.
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  21. So I was out delivering parcels in my van one day ,and as I was approaching a village where I had a few deliveries, I decided to pull into a car park and put the parcels into some sort of order. Iam in the back of my van when I notice a couple of guys going into the little toilet block in the corner of the car park. Never even gave it a thought that this could be an active cottage but over the next 20 minutes there was 6 guys going in. Parcels put in order, I locked the van up and had a walk over. It was a pretty scruffy place. The urinal was "L" shaped and there was some spunk in the trough where someone had unloaded earlier. There was 2 cubicles and the end one had a glory hole in the door. I stood at the urinal and started to work my cock to hardness when I heard the familiar "slap slap slap" of a set of balls banging against an arse. Someone was getting a good fucking in the cubicle. I heard a guy groaning as he came and a minute later he came out of the cubicle and left. I took off my trousers and walked into the cubicle to find a guy bent over the toilet offering his arse to anyone. I asked if it was ok to go in raw and he said it was fine. He said he`d had 3 loads already so he would be well lubed up. I stuck my hard cock against his sloppy hole and slided up no problem. God, it felt good knowing that some spunk was lubricating my cock. As I held on to his hips, I started to really pound him hard. It wasnt long before the familiar feeling started in my balls as my spunk was working its way up my shaft. I told him I was about to come and he reached round and grabbed my arse so I couldnt pull out....not that I would have. I knew it was a big load I delivered up the guys arse by the way he was groaning. When I pulled out he told me it felt great getting such a big load up him As I left there was another guy standing wanking ready to take my place. So I waved him over and asked if it was ok to watch. I got the ok so gave the guy a quick sucking to get him really hard and then fed his cock up the guys arse. It was so horny watching 2 guys fucking and knowing my spunk was already up his hole. The guy pulled his cock out and spurted all over the other guys hole, then pushed his cock back in and finished off. I left and went back to my van. Did my deliveries and went back to the car park. It was empty but I sat in the cubicle with the gory hole and soon a cock was pushed in for me to suck. The owner came straight away in my mouth and left. Another cock was pushed in and I turned round and fed it up my arse. God, he gave me a fucking to remember and when he came I did the same all over the floor. I cleaned up and left. Iam back there this week so will be calling in again
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  22. Any other guys experience a link between barebacking and being an exhibitionist? When I made the decision to only fuck bareback, I found myself becoming an exhibitionist at the same time. Even at the baths, I NEVER close my door when I fuck - prefer to fuck and breed guys on the fuck bench in the public area where other guys can watch. Love being videoed even if i have not control over where the vids end up. Fucking raw and being exhibitionist both feel liberating, so they kind of go together. Any other guys have this experience?
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  23. Part 1: Garduation Night Party Hi, I'm Jake. I turned 18 years old a month or so ago, and was just graduated near the top of my class and have been accepted to a very good university here in the state. I'm looking forward to meeting new friends in college, but last night I attended a graduation party that I thought I'd describe for you, but first let me tell you about myself. I'm Jake Adams, 18, 5'10, 150 pounds, toned and fit but not the bulky/Uber athletic type. I have blue eyes with I got from my father and brown hair. I can say I'm fairly attractive, people say that I have a very innocent yet appealing features. I seem to recall even having heard a gay guy call me the 'perfect twink' when I was out in the mall shopping a few weeks ago. Any how, back to the party, which my friend Adrian planned as an occasion for me and my friends to let loose! Adrian's parents are pretty much well loaded and have no problem with Adrian footing the bill for the graduation party which was hosted in their country house a few miles out of town. I arrived at Adrian's place at around 8:00 PM only to find the party was already going on smoothly - several guys playing beer pong, girls and guys dancing to the latest beat in the amazingly spacious living room while several people have already jumped in the pool with their best swimwear. This is gonna be an awesome party indeed. I was greeted by my friend Josh who immediately handed me a red cup. "What is it?" I asked. "Something to loosen you up," Josh somewhat vaguely answered. I gladly took the cup and took a sip. The mysterious beverage tasted like orange juice but I suspect it was spiked with a tad of alcohol. Over the next couple of hours I must have drank half a dozen cups of the beverage Josh gave me and I was definitely feeling a little bit of a buzz - perhaps somewhat dizzy, certainly louder and more 'loose', and almost certainly somewhat chatty with total strangers. The party was already at its peak with several couples making out and others flirting like there was no tomorrow. I had to get some air and left the main party area as I wandered in the house and retreated to an empty bedroom. I could still hear the party music in the background but at least I was alone and could finally get a breather. And there I was alone in the bed reminiscing the past four years of high school and then the door opened: it was Josh. "Had to get away, huh?" he asked. "Yeah, I really needed to catch my breath. This is quite a party." "Mind if I join you?" Josh asked as, without awaiting my reply, he entered the room, closed the door, and strode to the bed, pulling his shirt off in the process. What really surprised me was that I found myself thinking 'Holy fuck, Josh is hot!' And I was absolutely right. Josh's was sporting an amazing chest, some great pecs, a well toned, fit body, and some die-for abs. I knew Josh had been on the swim team for several years - apparently the constant exercise paid off. I've always known that I was gay since I was a sophomore but I really never acted on it and my sexual urges were very much under control even as I went through puberty ... well of course the occasional jacking off to the hottest male celebrity or porn star was there but no sexual experience for this guy. I'm a total virgin! Well anyway, Josh, who's now half naked is now beside me in the bed. "It's really one hot night huh?" He quipped. He was just there beside me in the bed as I appreciated the view of his sweat glisten off his body... I might have stared to much and he must have noticed. I really did not know what was on his mind then but he suggested we watch porn and I just said "cool!" Josh took his phone and played this porn video of a whites woman being fucked my this hot guy ... he didn't even lower the volume and the room was filled with the moans of the woman as She was fucked bare by this hot stud. I was already getting horny looking at the hot guy and his large cock and I could sense Josh was getting horny too... I could already see a big bulge in his shorts and my erection was already forming a tent on mine as well. Josh then looked at me asking "Wanna jack off?" I was little bit surprised but then I just nodded in agreement. He then took off his shorts and underwear and there it was... his seven inch uncut cock! It really thick and bigger than my six inch cut cock. His pubes were trimmed and so are mine... he just continued on watching the video as he started to jack off his thick cock. I could really sense that he was horned up and in after a few minutes I think he noticed that I was paying more attention to his cock than the video and he repeated his invitation: "Wanna jack me off?" He didn't even wait for an answer and he just held my hand and guided it towards his cock... as my hands reached his cock... I felt it's warmth and the girth was amazing. He then guided my hand as I matched the pace that he wanted... he just looked at me with his sexy eyes and lips and then one thing led to another and we ended up kissing each other. We kissed passionately as we exchanged fluids... he then held my head and guided it towards his cock... I licked his body and nipples, drifting gradually towards his cock which, when I finally arrived, I licked, only to hear his soft moan. I could taste his salty precum and smell the musk on him and the smell made me hornier. It was a slightly funky but enticing aroma - just how a cock should smell: not too clean, not too dirty, just enough spunk. I then licked on his balls, whereupon I was rewarded by another moan. "Suck me," he ordered. I just looked at him and nodded as I did my best to fit his large cock in my mouth... at first I could only fit the cock head but after a few minutes I was able to put more than half into my mouth. He then put his hands on my head as I sucked on him... with Josh guiding the my head and with me doing my best to not scratch his amazing cock with my teeth. As I got more comfortable. I even started to play with my tongue as I sucked him... he must have really liked it as he quietly said in between his moans "Nice one Jake, keep it up." As I was sucking him... I also started to jack off ... being able to suck my first cock was not part of my plans for tonight but I'm not complaining. Josh played with his nipples as I sucked him. I kept my eyes on him as I played with his thick cock- watching him enjoy and moan as sweat glistened on his pecs and abs. I continued sucking him and then we were startled by another guy's voice. "You horny fuckers!" It was Adrian. We forgot to lock the doors and there I was caught red handed... or should I say cock handed? In any event, I was caught with my mouth full of cock.
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  24. It's been about a year since we both started taking POZ loads, and neither of us have been tested. The thrill we both get from toxic loads is such a great high, better than any drug. Sharing it with my boy is the best part of all. My boy has been working hard lately, lots and lots of late nights at the office. Last Monday, he told me he would be working late on account of a high-ranking client visiting for important meetings. My boy said he would be schmoozing and wining and dining this client, taking him out to fancy restaurants, etc. etc. I almost believed him. I got a text message about 10PM saying that I shouldn't wait up for him and that his evening plans were just getting started at his office. Knowing how my boy likes to whore out his raw hole for all sorts of dick, I got suspicious. It's not that I mind him sharing his cummy drippy hole with strangers, it's that it gets me off and I like to be there, holding his cheeks apart, helping steer bare cock up his chute. I decided to see if my boy was doing more than wining and dining. I want to be sure I was ready to fuck in case there was any action when I got there. I showered, douched, put on a cock ring, my jockstrap, suit and tie, and drove over to my boy's office park. The parking lots was nearly deserted when I got there. I saw my boy's car, a Lexus, and a BMW rental. I figured the meetings must still be going on. As I approached the door, I saw my boy's boss, Charles, headed out. His tie was undone around his neck, shirt untucked, hair tousled. He gave me a big smile. I extended my paw to shake his hands, and he surprised me, leaning forward and giving me a deep intense tongue kiss, quite surprising coming from this married man with two kids. He grinned, saying, “Didn't know he called you to join in the fun. I think they're still at it upstairs.” He slapped my ass, buzzed me in and headed out. My cock was straining in its jock, and I knew as much precum as I squirt, there would be a wet spot by the time I got upstairs. The elevator doors opened on the dark office, with light streaming out of one open door, my boy's office at the end of the hall. I heard grunts and moaning and knew someone must be having a good time. I took of my shoes and snuck down the hallway, peering into the office. There, on his desk, was the client laying down on his back, with my boy riding his HUGE raw shiny wet dick. By boy's back was to me, but I could see he had a necktie made into a blindfold, knotted around his head. The door creaked open, and I stepped inside, ripping off my suit coat, pulling my tie over my head and unbuttoning my shirt as quickly as possible. I got a look at the client and he was smoking hot, buzz cut salt-and-pepper gray hair, goatee, sunken cheeks that I could swear looked POZ, big furry chest with hard pierced nipples the size of silver dollars, and muscular hairy legs dangling over the edge of the desk. He grunted with each thrust, then opened his eyes. He was about to say something, and I put my finger to my mouth, sshing him. I grinned and pointed to the framed photo of my boy and I on vacation. The client smiled and resumed his normal pace. Now just in my straining jockstrap, I lowered myself to my boy's hole, and pulled out the slick bare cock he was impaling himself on. I swallowed it, licking off a ring of foamy cum pooled at the base of his dick. “Back for more, Charley? What's your wifey gonna say if you can't perform tonight?,” my boy chuckled as he moaned. I stuck up two fingers and out poured a good healthy, or perhaps not, load. I lapped it up, and spitting some of it back onto the client's dick. I shoved the rock-hard tool back in my boy's hole, pulled the sticky crotch of my jock aside, and lubed up my dick with the leftover cum. The only thing I love more than fucking raw is fucking raw with cum for lube, and the only thing I love more than that is double-dicking raw hole with cum for lube. After a few thrusts, we got into a good rhythm, I would pull out to the tip just as the client would shove his all the way in. It felt damn good, and I knew if I kept it up, I would shoot soon. I didn't want to cum instantly, so I pulled out and rearranged my self so I could feed my foamy cock to the client. He deep-throated me a few times as I tweaked his nipples. He was a real pro and he got me closer quickly. I pulled my cock out of his velvety throat and went back to my boy's ass, now red, loose, and sloppy. I roughly shoved in two fingers as knelt down tonguing the client's sweaty hole and massive hairy balls. I could sense them tensing up, so I stood up quickly and shoved my cock back in my boy's ass beside his. He came almost instantly thrusting his beer-can thick rod as deeply as it would go. Feeling the sudden rush of wetness and warmth sent me over the edge and we filled up my boy's hole until it was leaking out, streaming down both of our cocks, and all over his desk. My boy's hole winked a few times as he reached for his blindfold. I grabbed his hands to stop him, and the client said, “Oh no, boy, you're not done yet. Daddy's got at least one more toxic load for you. Keep that thing on until I tell you to take it off.” “Whatever you say. The customer is always right,” my boy meekly replied. I gathered up my things in my arms quickly and headed out of the office. As I approached the elevator I heard the client saying, “Yeah boy. Clean up Daddy's dick real good. You got it all sloppy.” I got dressed in the lobby, headed out, and drove home. About an hour later, my boy stumbled in. I pretended to be asleep. I saw the light in the bathroom, and heard the shower running. I saw him through the shower curtain, fingering his cummy hole. “Anything I can do to help?,” I asked. He opened the curtain smiling at me and pulled me into the shower. He leaned forward against the tile, presenting his abused hole to me. That was his way of telling me he had a few loads up there. I knelt down under the spraying water and fingered out what seemed like several loads, lubed up my dick with them, and fucked him again, filling him up with my own questionable seed for the second time that night. To my knowledge, he never found out that I had already given him a load that night.
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  25. Went tp flex fpr the first time last week was very nervous went to the dark room i was already lubed up and felt a cock push against my hole still have been pretty nervouse of taking it raw from strangers so i handed him a condom he put it on and started fucking me hard pulling all the way put and slaming back in i must have drew a crowd because there was a couple guys i could bearly see watching. He did one mpre deep thrust i felt his cock pulsing then he pulled out threw the condom on my vack and before i could move and check another guy grabed the condom off my back and thrust in covering my mouth and holding me in place until he came and this repeated 2 more times when they were done i went to the bathroom and sure enough i pushed out what must have been 4 to 5 loads and when i checked the condom it was compleatly destroyed and i was turned on to the max cant wait to go again! Also going to get tested later this week.
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  26. Previously... Gavin looked up to me excited again, both of our heads shoving against the back of the couch in matched time. “He plundered my ass like an animal Mike, and I loved it!” Right so... I remember leaning down to snog Gavin then, and then trying to spit down on him and messing about with a strand of spit that stretched between his mouth and mine. Overall the memory gets vague at that point cause of the amount of chems that were in my system. By that point I’d had GHB, MDMA, coke, weed and pills that were laced with fuck-knows-what, so it was a miracle I was still able to form full sentences. I found the pills only a little while after I left Gavin and Theo that first time. I’d gone downstairs, once more wearing the dog-mask, and I looked for the MDMA tray to use as an introduction/prop/shield. At this point I was also thinking about sorting out where my next high would come from. It wasn’t so long ago that’d I’d done the coke in the bedroom with lads, but coke is so more-ish. I was horned up on it but the high was different to the MDMA, I was more up for experimenting with more exotic drugs. I remembered the pills I’d seen in Simon’s cabinet and wondered what other goodies Theo might have brought with him. I was also more curious to see the rest of what this party had to offer. I wanted to taste every flavour here and make sure to get everyone’s stories. It was like my journo instincts were heightened and, pact of mutually assured destruction or not, I wanted to find out as much as I could about the seemy underbelly of Belfast’s A-gays. Well, I wanted to do a lot – maybe it was a coke-fuelled rush, but I had a list in my head: · to properly explore the place (see how the other half lived), · to get more drugs into me (as many as I could without passing out), · to fill my wank bank and… · to get any more dirt on Simon and fill my “gossip” bank as much as possible, cause even though I’d promised I wouldn’t report on anything I saw here, I could at least get good tips on who to investigate later. The only thing was, the last time I dipped a toe into the main room scene, I barely escaped with an (admittedly great) ass-fucking and some seriously non-consensual throat action, and so I was on high alert (well, I was alert and high anyway – couldn’t resist!). The thing is, I only like rough sex from guys who knew my safe word – “Stormont” if you’re wondering. So I was in no mood to have another drug-fucked bartender turn my throat into a fleshlight. Speaking of the devil, I saw Sven on the couch again with two otter-type lads I hadn’t met, sitting on either side of him– one of which I thought could be the Slater fella – he had the right age – a lean lad with a marathon-runner’s body, glasses and a close-trimmed dark-brown goatee the same length and colour as his receding-hair. No doubt he kept his hair almost shaved cause of how much it was thinning out – any longer and he would look like someone’s awkward uncle – instead he just radiated a comfortable sexual appeal – he knew he kept himself in shape and wasn’t afraid to show it off, and yet wasn’t vain enough to wear a pair of contacts. He had far more hair on his chest and stomach, all trimmed to a 2 blade length, and was wearing one of those Addicted-brand jockstraps and a black leather harness across his narrow chest. Right now his pierced cock was hard and sticking out of his jock while he kissed Sven to his left, who reached down to jack him off. A Prince Albert on the young prince of the biggest building dynasty of Antrim! – damn my readers would eat that shit up! Left of Sven, the other younger lad was leaning his head back in pleasure. He also was that fit lean type and wearing black track-suit bottoms with the words NASTYPIG written down the side. Something told me he didn’t pick them up in H&M. …Berlin or Amsterdam more likely. The blond twenty-something lad’s two main features were that he was tall and he had massive ears. He also had this gormless look on his face somewhere between amusement and disbelief. I was intrigued, cause ever since I saw the gay actor Russell Tovey in Looking, I’ve had a soft spot for cute guys with big ears. The guy looked a little like him too, maybe it was in his fuzzy blond chest hair or his awkward body language. That seemed to dissipate as Sven reached over to fish out his swollen dick, whilst still kissing the older Slater fella. I walked over. “Dealer dog” Sven broke his kiss to announce, “have you met Alan and Sandy?” Now I hadn’t talked directly to Sven at the party so far, and I wanted to keep it that way, I wasn’t sure if he’d remember me from life outside, but I wanted to take no chances. I was looking around for an excuse to stay quiet and settled on Sandy, the younger of the two new guys. I walked in front of him and knelt down raising the muzzle on my mask. “Oh fuck Sandy, you’re in for a treat, Dealer Dog does a mean deep throat!” Sven laughed and then pushed Sandy’s cock forward as I leant toward him. I took Sandy’s cut 8” cock in my hand and started lapping on the shaft and his peach fuzzed balls that spilled out over his taut black tracksuit. On his cock I could taste beer and something earthy – oh – right... shit. I realised pretty immediately that Sandy had been fucking earlier and unlike Iain Hawkins, the rugby player who right now was probably sharing some big black cocks with my ex upstairs, I was not an ass-to-mouth kinda guy. I started jacking him while I worked all my will on my non-responsive saliva glands to try and produce a bit of spit. The coke and MDMA coursing through my body were making that one normal act almost impossible. Looking up at him from an angle that went straight through my mask eyeholes and through his thicket of golden blond pubes, I could see Sandy tilt his head back in pleasure. He was definitely enjoying my hand job, so I put more effort into that, making the movement more deliberate and sensual. I realised he wasn’t cut in the American/Jewish sense, he was just one of those guys that outgrew his foreskin in puberty. It just meant there was no scarring, but still meant his glans was drier and thicker-skinned just like cut guys. A blowjob probably wouldn’t be amazing for him anyways, cut guys often (in my experience) prefer lubey handjobs –more friction. I heard one of them describe a blowjob as “nice and warm, but after a while kinda boring…” I finally worked up some spit and gingerly spat to the tip of his bell-end, using my thumb and forefinger to wipe my creamy gob down his glans, working into the underside and moving down to the beginning of the taut foreskin. Wrapping my hand around his juicy meat, I started squeezing more life into his hardening cock, getting into regular hand motions. I’d originally wanted to use the spit to clean the shit off his cock, but the young buck was thrusting into my hand and moaning. My spit reactivated the lube he’d used before... but it was still pretty gummy, so I tapped Sven and pointed at a bottle of lube beside the couch. Underneath the lube was the now almost-empty drug tray. Bingo! I heard a voice “well if that mouth is going free…” and felt a gentle tap on the mask to my right side. I turned to see Alan Slater – scion of the Carrickfergus property magnates, had stood up and was directing his very respectable fat 6” cock at me, Prince Albert shining on the tip, pressing against my mask. “Well” I thought to myself, “while I’m figuring out my next move, it couldn’t hurt to suck a cock or two, just hope I don’t chip a tooth!” As I lifted my dog-snout to take in the stiff member of Alan’s, I felt the bottle of lube pushed into my hand. The mask limiting my vision was giving a surreal edge to this coke-high. Alan, fully hard and fully hooded, pushed past the mask’s edges and filled my dry mouth. He thankfully tasted of just sweat and spit. My heightened senses could make out Alan shuddering as I ran my tongue over his steel ring and around the rim of the hole where it entered by his banjo-string, so I started working that area. Meanwhile I managed to single-handedly open up the lube bottle and hold Sandy’s cock still with my left hand to squeeze the much-needed liquid on him. Feeling a shift of weight from Sandy’s body, I looked up to see Sven’s ass as he repositioned himself to stand over Sandy on the couch and facefucked the young lad. Alan Slater was demanding more attention from me, shoving more and more of his cock past my mask to hit the back of my throat. It was hard to focus on my jacking of Sandy or Sven’s bobbing ass. And Sven’s ass was beautiful thing to behold, with a light dusting of darker blond hairs around the crack but otherwise quite smooth and milky – a bouncing double moon glaring back at me where Sandy’s head should be. As I doubled down my focus to get into a jacking rhythm with Sandy, I saw an opportunity. I pulled back a bit from the couch and putting down the lube bottle, I saw a bottle of poppers by the tray, which had the remnants of some powder on it – about three or four lines worth. I stood up and whispered to Slater, “go face-fuck the blond will ya? I wanna try something here”. Slater muttered sadly about the blond being not as good as me, which, I won’t lie, boosted my ego – and this was with me being half-the-time distracted – poor Sven must really rely on his looks I guess. I passed Alan the bottle of poppers, “here, take these poppers and use them on him – see the difference when he blows you then” Without Alan distracting me, I moved back down on my knees to jack Sandy off again one-handed, while with the other hand I stroked Sven’s ass. Pulling my snout off, I pushed my tongue in between his juicy white mounds and explored his crack looking for his pucker. Sandy was pulsing hard in my hand, thrusting his hardness into my lubey fist. I found Sven’s hole – it was salty, wet and clean. He’d had a shower recently and noone had been at his ass since then. Meanwhile Sven had started snogging Alan who had walked round to the back of the couch, but he pulled back to call back to me, “easy there Dealer Dog, I’m not a bottom ok?” I pulled back and nodded at Sven and then when he turned back I pointed to Alan and pointed to the poppers – he got the gist. Half squatting, I ran my hands down Sven’s pale muscled back as Slater fed him his cock and the poppers. Slater leaned over to me and held them under my mask before feeding Sandy also. Ah, poppers, they’re such a communal little ritual. There’s something about that little pause in a group scene where you all stop to snort from the little brown bottle that keeps on giving, making sure noone spills it and everyone’s had their fill, and then the rush comes. I held up two fingers and pointed to Sven again, Slater, god love him, was one smart cookie and fed Sven a second round. At this point they were starting to kick in with me and I ran my hands down to Sven’s pert globes and kneaded them as I bent down into a full squat – the chaps I was wearing reminded me of their presence by the chill of air on my own exposed hole. Sven was now fully feeling the effects, along with whatever other drugs he’d been taking – poppers tend to reignite a waning high – and so he pushed back into my hands. I pushed his cheeks apart to see an almost lurid pink pucker winking at me. I shoved my face in, and Sven shoved back with equal force. I’d wanted to this since the first day he’d been hired at my local. But he was getting all the attention then and I was invisible – just another patron. As I tongued deep into his pink ridges, there was a part of me getting off on the fact that though I’d gotten what I wanted, Sven hadn’t a clue who I was. I was just another mouth, albeit, giving an amazing rimjob. Now many people when lamenting about shit rimjobs, don’t realise that one of the ways the get the best out of an enthusiastic rimmer, is to almost suffocate them with your ass. Don’t be timid and worried you’re hurting the other fella – the other fella can take care of himself (well… 90% of the time). Now obviously if you’re three times the size of the other guy – don’t sit on top of ‘im, but otherwise, fucking go for it! Shove your ass right onto the other guy’s tongue. Get that tongue so far up in your hole you can start your own ass sucking on it. That’s a proper rim-job! None of that meek little “two licks and let’s fuck” kinda shit! Sven, now that he was flying high on poppers, grabbed my tongue with his hole. I buried my snout-free mouth into that Viking man-pussy for all I was worth. The taste, the sensation, the lack of oxygen combined with the other highs! Fucking A! I could have done that all night. Oh man he tasted fucking heavenly. It was like a bolt of lightning every time I chewed down on that hot bartender’s ass. As it was I kept at it for another round of poppers, tongue-pounding that pink pussy into an open, wet mess. Then when Slater (who was enjoying the more intense popper blowjobs Sven was giving him) started to reach for the little brown bottle once more, I pulled back and started to work my right lubey thumb into Sven’s hole. He turned back to me, but didn’t say anything, just shook his head a little. I held up my left hand to wave that I was only rubbing his hole, nothing more… not yet anyways… As Sven turned his perfect blond head back to sucking Slater and getting a hit of poppers, I pushed Sven’s ass down a bit as I repositioned myself and ducked my right hand down to the tray. There I ran my wet gummy thumb and the side of my hand all across it, trying to pick up as much of the powder as possible. Pulling up my hand it looked like someone’d been over-enthusiastic with the salt while doing tequila shots – there was MDMA all from the tip of my forefinger to my thumb. I dove back in to his poppers-quivering hole, alternating between lapping, spitting and thumbing, all the while working the powder over from my drug-covered hand to his pretty little sphincter. Slater tapped my shoulder to serve me poppers, but I shook my head. I didn’t want to overcomplicate things. As it was, I remembered Sandy and ducked my left hand down to start jacking him again, while still working the last of the paste into Sven’s hole, giving him a booty bump under the guise of a sloppy rimjob. Sandy was running dry again so I pushed Sven’s ass down a bit more as I rocked back on my heels to get the lube. At this point Sven went on his knees on either side of Sandy to continue deepthroating Slater’s cock. His face was red from overdoing the poppers and you could see him really try to gag the whole thing down – impressive really, especially the way his veins stood out on the side of his neck. Meanwhile I could still taste the nasty bitter taste of MDMA in my mouth and stood back up thinking to grab some water. As I did, nature took its course and I saw Sandy start to rub his cock enthusiastically up Sven’s crack. I chuckled and broke out the lube again and liberally rubbed the whole area, also leaning in and rubbing my still hard cock with the lube and teasing Sven’s hole lightly with the tip. Sven turned around again, noticeably slower. “Dealer dog, be careful there alright?” I nodded, with absolutely no intention of being careful. The fucker had made me puke on Kurk McCaimble’s beautiful dick, so I was gonna enjoy seeing where this was going. Still though, I needed to play for time… I looked down to my hard cock and Sandy’s lower half below me – mostly covered still in tracksuit. My cock had sprung to rock hard life again with the lube I rubbed on it (and the Caverject I took a while back) and it was aching for a dipping. I yanked off the Mister Rob gear that Sandy wore and rubbed up and down his nicely muscled runner’s legs. As I spread them and reached a lubey hand underneath (only to find a lubey ass), I rubbed against something hard and looked down and see that the lad had a taint piercing. Fuck me, both lads were pierced! I grinned over at Sandy as I flicked his taint ring a little and then started rubbing my cock up against his hole. He grunted like a pro, and started to inch himself on top of me, all the while taking more cock from Sven. For a lad in his early 20s he was some trooper! I left my cock at about a 60 degree angle and started to slick up Sandy’s hole with my dick while rubbing his own dick in slow lines up and down past Sven’s pink passage. I could feel a dull buzz as the MDMA I’d licked started to work on me. Not a mad rush, but enough to slow down time a little and turn the heat and empathy up. Suddenly it seemed that I shouldn’t deprive Sandy’s waiting juicy ass any longer and I pushed my dick on into him with ease. The lad took it well, considering we weren’t on the same peak, and adjusted to my thrusts pretty quickly. I could feel the heat radiating out of him calling to my balls and I started pounding into him, eager to drain my load in one of these asses. Speaking of asses, I wrenched my drug-reduced attention over to Sven’s ass and holding Sandy’s dick in one hand and squeezing up and out Sven’s right ass-cheek, I manoeuvred the cock and hole into perfect alignment for some lubey rubbing. Sven didn’t turn around to stop me as he’d been taking poppers again and was feeling the hit while gagging on Slater’s cock. I leaned in and took a hit that round too and as the rush came my focus increased to the point that it seemed that all my peripheral vision was gone, just a ring of black. All I could focus on was the sweaty tangle of bodies in front of me. I pounded poor Sandy up to my hilt now and ground the kid’s cock against the bartender’s dirty blonde crack. I could hear a low appreciative moan from both of them. Those moans… maybe it was the little hit of MDMA, maybe it was the tail-end of the coke, but I knew that I had to make them moan in unison. I pulled out to halfway and started plunging back in and out as I pulled Sandy’s knees up over my shoulders. Meanwhile I rocked back on my heels putting one hand out behind me to balance. Ah coke-fuelled acrobatics! At this point, Sandy’s cock was bobbing and flailing with my rhythm, so I used my other hand to steady it against Sven’s crack again, and through the miracle that is drug fuelled energy, I managed to sort out a thrust that then butted Sandy’s cock up and against Sven’s hole. My manic senses were in charge now and I lowered my own centre of gravity to adapt my upward thrust. Sandy’s hips at this point were fully out from the couch with me underneath them. Sven’s ass was brought out too by Sandy continuing to suck his cock and being as flexible as a 23 year old can be. As I increased the pressure on the Icelander’s closed pucker through Sandy, I could almost feel the resistance coupled with longing... With my one free hand I started to massage the tip of Sandy into Sven. I had the excuse “just the tip” ready on my lips for when the lil Viking would turn back to us again. I was also strangely excited to test just how much I could get away with, who would chicken out first? Me or the dom top Sven? The amount of lube on my hand and Sandy’s cock meant I only needed a short time to start getting “just the tip” to open the frosted pink sphincter. Leaving Sandy’s head in for just two seconds, I then guided it out and around the “areola”- the super sensitive area where the skin texture shifts from butt-cheek to asshole – Sven had a lot of it, like.. a lot... Circling back to basecamp I popped in about half the head again before luxuriously tracing another slow sloppy circle around the pucker area. This was all one-handed while trying to keep a good upward thrust rhythm into Sandy’s juicy used hole. I won’t lie – I don’t think I would’ve pulled it all off without the coke and MDMA. I found it easier after a bit to go hilt deep into Sandy and then rebalance myself into a squat, freeing my other hand. Man I love PNP now – if for no other reason than they give you such a great exercise! Right now I was eye level with the sweat pools on the tops of Sven’s pearly white butt cheeks – the lad was sweating bucketloads. The MDMA was having its effect. I reached to the pooling sweat and rubbed it up and down his ass crack mixing with the lube. My hand went back to Sandy’s cock, which was resting between the cheeks and relubed it with the sweat. Now that I was balls deep in the lad I had more control over his cock. I once again started circling the head around Sven’s soft pink tissue. With my other hand I reached out to Slater and took the poppers from him. Taking a snort again and then holding them in front of me I waited for Sven to snort deep with each nostril before passing them back. As the rush came again I started squeezing that virgin ass, grabbing both cheeks and rubbing them like a titty-wank around Sandy’s 8”. The world was all throbbing colours and sounds and the skin-on-skin contact was intense. It was now or never. I moved the cock into position, docked the sphincter easily to three-quarters of the head inside. Then I eased the last quarter in, feeling the rushing blood pumping, communicating the horniness of what I was seeing and feeling. As the ass-lips were closing over the head I thrust deeply into Sandy, fucking his dick’s head fully into Sven. Another thrust – two inches – Sven starts to tense Another thrust – three inches – I knead Sven’s ass-cheeks as he arches his back Another thrust – he’s starting to buck as he turns around, I reach up to his shoulders, now about a foot above my head, and guide him down Another thrust, fully in, and a lot of pressure on me – basically half of Sandy and all of Sven – I grit my way through it as Sven’s squirms in my arms. Another thrust – I turn the blond’s head back to me and as he starts to protest, I kiss him – a long heavy kiss Another thrust, Sven relaxes a little and kisses back, and just then, Slater chooses this moment to cum all over us, and the cum flies everywhere – pierced fellas are messy and unpredictable – but most of it hits Sven on the chest. That sort of bookended my threesome with the lads, cause at that point I had to pull back and awkwardly disentangle. The pressure had become too much. Once out, I leaned in to grab Sven by his cummy hair and snog him again. He tasted of liquorice and Slater’s dick. Sandy was still inside him and took that opportunity to regain lost ground. I felt Sven tense again and so I snogged him even deeper – powerfully, violently, grinding into his mouth. I had some cum from Slater on my nipple and pulled Sven down to it. “Lick it off” I ordered and he licked it off hesitantly as Sandy’s thrusts started making his head bob. I pulled his head back and looked into his dilated drug fucked eyes. “Feed me that cum!” I ordered. His eyes stayed the same – no recognition of my accent, but he obeyed the order sure enough. Leaning up he kissed me, all the while bobbing to Sandy’s 23-year old energy. I tasted Slater’s sour grapefruit flavours and snowballed it back to Sven. I heard a crushed whimper from him as Sandy changed speed and started to powerfuck him. I nodded over to a recovering Slater who fed us both poppers and kissed the blond again. During that rollercoaster rush I just held on and felt the sex around me – Sandy’s ongoing thrusts deep inside of the northern lad and his muffled moans, all the while I was feeling explosions of sensation as I kissed him, deeply, passionately, violently. As it subsided, I let go of Sven’s hair and broke the kiss off, both of us gasping for air, his mouth raw and red. I leant down and locked lips with Sandy who was smiling bemusedly. He whispered in a Derry accent, “thanks for the fuck lad”, and I didn’t know if he was talking about me or Sven. I picked up my mask’s snout and the empty tray and winked at him. Standing up I ran my hand over to Slater, flicking his nipple and winking at him too, I left. I didn't even look at Sven again. OK priority list now updated: Wash dick, Get goodies for the drugs tray, All the other points, explore, dig up dirt, etc…
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  27. Found a guy on Squirt and he had gone to my favorite ABS called Velvet in Honolulu. I love glory hole fucking and he was into it. We met there and he fucked me for a good 20 minutes and I went down on his cock ass to mouth several times. He finally came in my ass unloading a gush of sperm into my pussy.
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  28. I don't think I've ever taken a load that WASN'T anon. Most of the times I've been fucked raw were at the bathhouse and I don't ask questions, other than "will you cum in my ass?" I just love getting fucked and bred. Don't care who. As long as they cum.
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  29. Just took a load from my X in his garage playroom. Was in the sling he bought me for my birthday years ago! We haven't fucked in over 3 years, and was a nice early birthday present for me.
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  30. Will be in hotel in dallas face down ass up blindfolded taking any and all loads no limits fun message me for all the details will be there all night Friday night and part of Saturday
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  31. Fuck- nothing hotter than laying face down on a table/ bench and getting fucked and filled by anonymous seeders. Did it last night. BBRT- fucknfeedme
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  32. I dreamily in a half-conscious state feel warmth and arms wrapped around me as though I am being comforted as well as slowly being rocked back and forth. This is bliss. Sleepily I eventually open my eyes to find myself nestled into a stinking yet weirdly sweet smelling cum and piss stained old mattress on the floor…as I looked around to see why I was rocking it was then that I noticed loose skinned, white haired arms wrapped around my torso, “Ah! Welcome back to the World of the living my sweet boy” is whispered in my ear. “Such a good bitch filled with all the sick nasty bugs any Piggy body can have, you’re MY boy now. Pawel sold your destroyed body to me, mine to look after, mine to play with and more importantly mine to pimp out for another men's pleasure and earn your keep. Yes, you are to be bought and sold, passed around and shared. You see I specialize in supplying my clients with boys who are just vessels for guaranteeing Syphilis, Hep A and B, Gonorrhoea, you name it…and of course an aggressive dose of AIDS.” Am I dreaming? No! This is happening right here, right now. The whispers turn to grunts followed by those immortal words, “I’m cumming!” I feel nothing aside from a trickle of wetness running across my aching balls…and then it hits me my asshole is still so open it has not closed up sufficiently to grip this old man’s cock or hold on to his cum. I’m fucked in more ways than one! “I’m Lance by the way, nice to formally meet you now I’ve had the pleasure so to speak, one-on-one at last and I’ll be the one taking you home to take care of you, now rest up while I make arrangements to collect your things.” Fast forward three weeks later… I’m hunched over the toilet sweating, shivering and throwing up into the toilet which has become my new best friend what with being sick and bouts of the shits. I have itchy Scabies like rashes and blisters over large swathes of my cock, ass, face, lips and around my crusty eyes. My sick nasty filthy perverted pig body symptoms didn’t just end there; at first, each time I pissed, it stung, then progressed to the feeling of passing razor blades and then a foul-smelling whiteish green coloured discharge. A LOT of discharge, discharge everywhere. And yet I’m am constantly horny with an almost permanent erection. It's two weeks of weird pain/pleasure/hell until I begin to feel better, eat and hold down my food. As the days, then weeks pass by I grow stronger although Lance’s doctor was under strict instructions to only medicate certain conditions on my face yet bizarrely many of my symptoms appeared to clear by themselves other than my lymph nodes which were still swollen and tender to the touch. The now regular bloodworks had my CD4 count plummeting by the week as it’s officially announced my HIV has progressed to AIDS further destroying my sex craving body and soul. Lance and I celebrate with an exhausting flip-flop all day fuck session. Six months later… There’s no way back to my previous life, I’ve dropped off the radar of my family, friends and boyfriend. No one will have seen or heard from me in all this time and yet I’ve not had time to think, adjust or worry, it’s as if the old me does not exist. Lance has me whored out at all the London ‘A’ List parties with the great and the good before arranging discrete meetings with his closet gay clients who pay top dollar to guarantee to raw fuck or get knocked-up by me and the rest of Lance’s “working” boys. It’s a champagne lifestyle all the way with figure hugging designer clothes for my super skinny body showing off my big fat diseased deathstick for party times or the skimpiest slut wear when getting down and dirty with my tricks. We offer specialist rooms catering for every kind of kink with just one proviso – we don’t cross the fine line of damaging or permanently marking our distinguished clients. This is the life: I’m out whoring most days and bit by bit Lance shows me how to run ‘The Business’ that keeps our lifestyle going, telling me “one day when I’m gone all this will be yours.” It may sound great but there’s no connection and certainly no love, no one to hold and caress or make love to, it’s just business, a cock and holes for other to get off on. My heart turned to stone and I like it that way. I too have a boy of my own now corrupted to carry our death strain, Gavin is 22 fresh from University but at the time working as a part time Barista as he could not find proper work that paid the type of cash he is looking for…but my plans for him as a sex worker do. This is what happened… It was a chance meeting that developed. Then I still looked fit and healthy he was a willing fuck after we got chatting, I flirted outrageously and he kept coming back for more…standing up close as he took my umpteenth Americano order allowing me to feel the big bulge in his jeans letting me know just how interested he was. I left him a big tip and waited around outside for his shift to end. When he finished we snuck through an alley way, I pushed him up against the wall kissing him deep, Gavin is a great kisser, tongues jostling and hands exploring each other’s body as we urgently make out. He's hot, sticky and sweaty from work with a slight tang of musky BO that smells kinda nice. I know time is short out here in public, so I keep the pace moving. On my knees undoing his belt, pulling down his black jeans revealing tight blue & white striped CKs. 7 or 8 inches of prime meat is clearly showing with the head poking out of the waistband shiny wet with pre-cum that I first lick then suck on Gavin’s cock and he’s loving it. “Wow, slow down man or I’ll cum before we even get fully started, come back to mine, it’s just around the corner.” Says Gavin as he pulls me up adjusts his clothing and leads me by the hand. Geez I think this guy certainly knows what he wants. His flat is a typical student like mess, but who care when sex is on the menu. “I need to shower first to wash work off me, join me…the water is refreshing and hot as we soap one another up warm. My cock is rubbing up between Gavin’s legs and as I soap his groin and cock he is rocking back and forwards inviting me to fuck him. I’ve fucked lots of guys in this exact same scenario, but this time it’s not me in charge. He spins round, reaches back and pulls me into position. The water and soap makes it easier to penetrate because his hole slowly gives way just enough for his ass to relax and then grip around the head of my bare cock. We fuck under the water. It’s a nice rhythm we have going under the rainfall and I have pulled Gavin up against me with my arms around his torso and my hands exploring his defined pecs and squeezing his hairless nipples. He squirms impaling himself deeper on my deathstick…so far, no mention of status, he’s on a mission to spill his seed. Gavin works his cock with one hand while he pulls and squeezes his balls with the other, I ease off as he’s the one doing all the work now fucking himself, “Yeah, yeah, oh fuck yeah” as he was spraying the shower wall with his load and as his ass clamped down spasming with each pulse of cum on my cock not realizing the damage he was doing to himself as I start shooting deep and hard. The radioactive venom of my Scorpion sting claims another victim As my dick softens and falls out of him I finger his hole desperate to keep my gifts in his guts for as long as possible. “Stay the night?” “I can’t, work to do” – after cumming so hard it will have to be someone wanting to fuck me tonight me thinks. “D’ya want to meet again, my turn to fuck you senseless?” “Sure, definitely want to, when are you free? “My next shift is not until Friday so I have two whole days off….and this has been a great start to my down time” “Great” I reply, “I’ll drop by in the morning I have a friend I’d like to introduce you to as I am sure he can find you some extra work…alongside me if you’re interested.” “Fuck yeah” is the immediate reply without even asking what the job is. Gavin finds me a clean towel and we dried off together, get dressed and I’m out of there before he starts asking questions. Two weeks later Lance and I have a sick boy in our bed with flu like symptoms, but it’s Lance’s doctor who is more worried about me though as in successive months my CD4 has dropped from 71, to 46 now reading 23 and no wonder I am now exhausted by the afternoon each day and councils Lance that I need to go on Meds, at least for a short while to improve my health. He explains I can always come off them and get recharged again when the time is right. And so our empire expands with another recruit as Gavin firmly ensconced as part of The Business too, on the lookout for his own heart-throb to win over, someone with dark fantasies who one day has them come true under our tutelage. That is until around a year later when Lance is forced to run our business from bed as his untreatable AIDS ravaged body is close to the point of failure and says as I’m his prize progeny it’s up to me to carry on with Gavin and the other boys making sure his super strain carries on being the gift that continues to give which, of course I am proud to carry on. At Lance’s funeral it was down to Gavin and me to organize as he had no family as such, with us two, Pawel, Pitor and 50 knarled and grizzled men who introduced themselves as my ‘Toxic Fathers’ . After the frank and funny humanist service came the lowering of his casket in to the ground and as everyone gathered around the graveside I noticed close by but away from the group two obviously loved up cute guys standing proud hand in hand looking clean and fresh totally at odds with the rest of us. They catch me staring, nod recognition, raise their linked hands flashing wedding bands…it’s my ex-boyfriend Harry and Liam, they turn and walk out of my life for good. THE END
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  33. One evening I was browsing bbrt after drinking a few beers and found a guy hosting at his hotel. He said he wanted to be bred and would let me take pics. I'm not into photographing my sexual acts, but I was down to seed him. I arrived at his hotel and we immediately started making out and undressing each other. Eventually he got on his knees and I started immediately facefucking him hard. I stopped for a second and asked if he was cool with that. He said he was. I told him to let me know if he wanted me to stop doing anything. But I had a feeling he wasn't going to refuse very much. Good thing. I was a little drunk and wanted some uninhibited sex. He took my dick in his mouth like a pro. I was enjoying forcing his head on my cock. Now matter how hard I tried he didn't gag at all. But I wasn't there just to be serviced. I got him onto his stomach and started rimming and fingering him. He was opening up pretty easy. Now that I was very aroused I lubed up and stuck my dick in. He was a little tight, but easy entry. That's how I like my bottoms. I quickly revved up and started treating him like the fuck toy he was. I slapped his bubble butt raw while reminding him what a useless slut he was. He loved every second of it. But the real fun began when I flipped him over. While jackhammering him I spit in his face, slapped his face, and made sure he knew that I didn't view him as a person, just a piece of ass. It's been so long since I took my frustration out on a human sex toy. As I came deep in his ass I let out loud moans of satisfaction and fell into his arms. We made out passionately as I filled his hole to the brim with jizz. I pulled out and took pride as I watched my hot semen leaking out of his asshole. Then I noticed some semen leaking out of his dick. I must have wrecked his prostate. After that I had no use for him anymore and left.
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  34. Chapter IV. HUNG DAD told me I should go to the bathroom and see if my boy was ready to work that pig hole out of his ass. He thought I might be in more need of it than him. My boy was in the shower so I climbed in the shower with him, knelt down, and asked him to push back like he was taking a shit. I got my hands soapy and worked my fingers in beside that rubbery pig hole. Eventually, after much moaning, it started to ease its way out. I hadn’t realized how deep it went. It must have been seven inches into his ass, tapering at the head just like a real cock. When it finally plopped out, my boy groaned with a mix of delight and hunger. I knew he wanted that full feeling again, always. I rinsed out his ass with my tongue and my soapy fingers. Globs of cum ran out of his hole making me totally hard again. "FILL ME UP," he commanded. I slid my dick into his gaping hole, but he couldn’t even feel it. Unsatisfied, he tried to clench down on me, and his hole closed, but not nearly enough to get me off. I suggested he take a break and keep that hole ready for the BB BBQ to come. The pig hole had been in the bottom of the tub and was more or less clean and ready to slide up my ass. We tried inserting it, but I was just too tight. We toweled each other off and headed back to the living room hoping that HUNG DAD would help slide that rubber monstrosity into me. He was gone, but had left us a note which read 'MEET AT WILL’S AT 7:00 PM. HAVE YOUR HOLES WET AND READY'. We smiled, both knowing we were in for some an extended adventure, so prudently we headed upstairs to take a nap. We had set an alarm for 6:30, or we might have slept late. Arising, we again rinsed ourselves, which were a bit sweaty from having tossing around in bed, too turned on to sleep deeply. Slipping into our respective jockstraps, we took a few minutes to ate each other’s ass, and to lube each other - just to be ready for the night's festivities. Our jockstraps matched; they were ones we’d purchased for our anniversary. We topped the look off with short running shorts and thought we’d go shirtless. I made sure to grab a six-pack of beer bottles, removing one so there was a spare slot to carry the pig hole with us. W e held hands on the short walk to Will’s house. When we got there, there was no one inside, but we heard voices and laughter from the backyard. We walked around the house and saw Jimmy, HUNG DAD, Will, and a few other guys drinking beer from bottles and cajoling one another. All were shirtless, and Jimmy was in his jockstrap, with his blindfold tucked in at the back covering his surely stretched-out hole. We shook hands with Will and HUNG DAD, and Jimmy grinned sideways at us. Will introduced us to his buddies, and they were all smiles. There was Sam, an older guy with big meaty pecs and an even bigger belly. Sam licked his lips when he shook hands with my boy. There were three or four other guys there, all a bit heavyset and around Will’s and HUNG DAD’s age. I thought I had seen one or two of them at the hardware store on trips to pick up supplies. I was pretty sure I’d checked them out while looking for screws and nails. We knew that we were all here for a BB BBQ and excited to make new friends. Will threw some burgers and brats on the grill and suggested we all get to know each other. Standing at the grill, he shucked down his shorts, letting his big cock flop out. He tossed his shorts to Jimmy and suggested that he keep the patio from being cluttered with discarded clothing. Jimmy nodded, and went guy-to-guy collecting their clothes. "You’ll get these back tomorrow," he said to one guy as he pulled his pants down. Once we were all down to jocks or naked, HUNG DAD forced Jimmy down to his knees, saying "You remember Sam, right? Get Sam nice and wet so he can start this fuck party deep in your ass, boy!" Jimmy nodded and sunk to the ground, swallowing Sam’s cock to the root. Sam was a thick guy with a gut and chest covered in grey hair. He had massive paws that he used to force Jimmy’s head down so he could really skullfuck him. Jimmy didn’t seem to mind, and he didn’t gag at all as he took that cock balls deep down his throat. HUNG DAD nodded to me and pointed to his cock. I took the hint, and forced my boy down onto HUNG DAD’s rapidly hardening manhood. I was about to go down on Will at the grill when he pointed to the kitchen screen door. Hours earlier, my boy and I had walked through that same screen door and into a new life. When I saw who was standing there, I realized why we’d been invited to the country in the first place. Standing totally nude in the doorway was the man who owned the house we’d rented for the summer. We hadn’t seen Mack since we’d agreed to rent the house. He lived in our co-op back in the city, and we’d seen him out and about less and less recently. He’d been dealing with some illness that seemed to leave him weaker and thinner each time we saw him. That was why the house had fallen behind on repairs, and why he’d offered it to us at a crazy low rate if we’d fix it up… or so we thought. Mack was a little guy, maybe three or four inches shorter than my boy, and I’d never seen him shirtless before, let alone naked. He had all of his body hair shaven off, even his pubes. With his bald head, and trim lean body, he looked like a miniature skinny Mr. Clean. What wasn’t miniature or skinny was his ten-inch hard cock, sticking straight out. It looked even bigger and thicker than Will’s epic schlong. Will chuckled saying "I think you boys know our old buddy, Mack." My boy pulled off of HUNG DAD’s cock to say a quick hello, as if he was just a friendly neighbor and not a cock-hungry slut. Mack smiled and waved, then smiled at me and reached down to grab his cock. Mack was skinnier than I remembered him, maybe even a bit frail. There was nothing sickly about his mammoth cock, and I did my best to show him a good time. I managed to get the head and a bit of the shaft down my throat and felt proud of myself. Everyone stood there in silence with Sam, HUNG DAD, and Mack getting deep-throated while the other guys stood around and jerked off. It felt nice having an audience. Meanwhile, Will kept the grill going, flipping burgers and whistling to himself. He cut the gas off and closed the lid, announcing "The meat will need a few minutes. Wanna say we get this BB BBQ started?" The guys cheered him on, grabbing me, my boy, and Jimmy and tossing us over the picnic table. We were lined up shoulder-to-shoulder, ass up. Mack went down on my hole, as Sam started to devour Jimmy’s butt, and HUNG DAD on my boy. I knew they were opening all three of us up to take raw dick. I felt Mack replacing his tongue with his fingers, first one, then two, then three. I heard myself groaning in pleasure, but my boy went strangely quiet. He had his brown furrowed, really concentrating on opening up. When Mack was satisfied, he pulled HUNG DAD off of my boy and lined up his epic cock with my boy’s hole, now opened and glistening with spit. Mack looked over at me and raised an eyebrow, asking "A little help here, please?" I grabbed his thick bare cock and helped ease it into my boy. HUNG DAD seemed miffed to have had his toy taken away and walked over to me, but honestly, HUNG DAD didn’t stand a chance of getting his cock into me, not without some work. He saw the pig hole we’d borrowed from Will and grabbed it. HUNG DAD spit into my upturned ass and tried to force it into me. I was happy to be opened up, but kind of disappointed that the intense action at my own backdoor was preventing me from watching my boy take Mack’s raw cock for the first time, or was it? Mack leaned forward as he kept driving more and more of that raw dick into my boy. "Fuck, boy. I’ve wanted your hole again for so long." Again, I thought 'Once in the laundry room wasn’t nearly enough'. My boy grunted in approval of Mack's comment. "You were so tight. I knew my buddies up here in the country would help open you up and get you ready for our potent seed." My boy sighed again. Will appeared at the other side of the table and slid his cock into my boy’s mouth. I was watching my boy get fucked at both ends by surely the biggest cocks he’d ever taken. And my boy was loving it. HUNG DAD slapped his dick against my hole and tried to jam his head into me, but I was still too tight. He had found some lube and forcefully jammed the pig hole all the way into me. I howled with pleasure and pain. Satisfied that I had it as deep as it would go, he spanked me a little and walked away to pull Sam’s face out of Jimmy’s ass only to hand Jimmy the blindfold with the instruction "Get ready. You know what’s coming, boy." Jimmy tied the blindfold around his face as Sam re-positioned himself, his wet cock sliding down Jimmy’s throat. One of the other guys got behind me, and another in front. I was glad that it was the guy with a normal cock, even if I couldn’t remember his name. He slid into the pig hole. Even though his dick was more or less average, the pig hole had me more opened up than I’d ever been. As much as that freaked me out, I took pride knowing that my boy was even more stretched out, taking Mack’s raw cock to the root and Will’s tool down his throat. Will and Mack went to town on both ends of my boy. When Will was close to cumming, he pulled out and walked around to my boy’s ass. Mack took a break and walked over to his face. I realized that my boy had cheated on me with Mack at some point, and I knew I want get that whole story sometime, but I was too busy getting raw-fucked to play detective. The guy inside me picked up his pace and I knew he close to breeding me. I tried to clamp down on the pig hole and concentrate on the dick slapping against my lips. With the pig hole, I couldn’t feel his cock swell, or even the cum start to shoot out, but I could feel a wetness deep inside, and I was proud of myself. The guys switched places and I focused on cleaning off the cock that just bred me, not even sure of either guy’s name. Someone else slid into me as I heard Will cumming inside my boy, filling him up the same way he did Jimmy this morning, stretched out and raw. Even though it was Will’s second load directly deposited into my boy’s hole, I thought it must be different now that my boy was opened up and the pig hole was not in the way. The pig hole didn’t seem to bother the guy topping me. He held onto my hips and shot off deep inside me. Again, I could only sense his pace and breathing change and then felt that familiar dampness. Mack walked back around and grabbed Will’s dick as it plopped out of my boy’s hole. He cupped his hand under my boy’s ass as globs of Will's cum drooled out, using Will’s seed to get his cock extra slippery, only to slide his whole thing into my boy. Now that I was freshly bred with two strangers’ loads, and still stuffed with the pig hole, they turned the attention to HUNG DAD really going to town on his son’s upturned ass. I knelt down with my face right beside Mack’s cock as it slid and out of my boy’s unprotected ass. Mack shivered and rammed forward, breeding my boy with his big cock, my face just inches away. I moaned as Mack kept sliding in and out, white cum foam puddling out of my boy’s hole and onto Mack’s dick. When Mack slowly pulled out of my boy, He slid it right into my mouth as Will lowered his face to my boy’s ass and lapped away. I cleaned Mack’s cock as he slapped my cheeks with it and then down my cum-hungry throat. HUNG DAD fired his load into Jimmy’s ass and let Sam have a turn. My boy got on his knees to help HUNG DAD clean up. When my boy’s mouth was sloppy with cum he looked up, with lust in his eyes and said, simply, "Thanks for inviting us," and then resumed savoring HUNG DAD’s cock. Mack patted me on the back, saying, “I knew you both had what it takes. You keep sharing your holes, and you’ll join the brotherhood before you know it." I smiled, and then wondered to myself if ‘the brotherhood’ was coded language. Was Mack getting sicker because he was POZ too? Is that how HUNG DAD would have met him in our living room? To be continued…
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  35. PART 3 of Speed Breeding: All I knew about what was going to happen was when C.O. - a local, thug pimp who ran young twink guys on the street - dropped me off at Garrett’s house and told me, “Aiight, you’re on loan to me tomorrow. Be ready at 3:00. I’ll pick you up. I need a gangbang bitch for a group of brothas who’ll be watching the game tomorrow night. They get off on raping a faggot. They know you can’t call the cops cause they won’t give a shit and they know there’s no risk of baby mama drama. My man says you can handle it. That’s why he’s got you - and Kip - booked for Speed Breeding on Friday. You know you’re taking one of my boy’s slots right? It’s cool yo - business is business, but you got to prove to me - and Garrett - that bussy can handle ANYTHING we fucking throw at it and from what I hear, you still green and fresh to the scene.” Garrett and his two homeless BBC buddies had spent the night keeping me filled with cocaine, Garrett’s troll dick, and raw BBC. Garrett said I needed to be fully trained and prepared for Friday night’s sex party where I would be one of two featured bottoms for the VIPs in the Speed Breeding booths. I would be naked and for $20, the tops - ANY top - could fuck me raw and cum in my ass - no questions asked. This was about 20 years ago when there was no PREP, no sex sites promoting BB fucking, and when safe sex and the AIDS-scare meant that raw fucking was a totally underground, taboo activity. Thus the appeal for these men. No awkward discussions on status. No demands at the last minute to wear a condom. No concern about some bitchy queen making a scene at the bar the next time they had a drink about them not playing safe. While I had never done anything like that before, I knew I wanted to and needed to - bad! So far, anything Garrett had thrown at me I had done and taken from his homeless buddies, to the panhandler up on the corner, to Garrett breeding me raw in the bar with his ugly old troll dick minutes after I met him. OK, so I was high on cocaine - coke - for most of it. But fuck it. Time to live a little. I had recently tested POZ and again - 20 years ago - that meant I probably had on a couple of good years left if that. I planned to go out in a blaze of glory and fucking enjoy life for once. Garrett had broken off from the triple tag play twice during the evening as his regular sweater queen butt buddies showed up apparently needing some troll dick too. Garrett laughed when he came back downstairs to my new basement apartment in his townhouse and slid right back up my ass, “You ever taken a dick right after it’s been up someone else’s ass?” he asked, “Wait until Speed Breeding, that’ll be the least freakiest part of it. Much of the ‘sex’ party is mostly posers walking around with a little grabbing, stroking, and sucking. It’s mostly watching and the tease of real sex. A few guys fuck in the corners for sure, but most folks are still too up tight to go all out so that’s where the Speed Breeding comes in. I need to ensure my guests don’t leave with blue balls.” I awoke sometime Wednesday morning much like the morning before in the midst of a tangle of homeless BBC man flesh and like the pig I was becoming reached back and guided a bruiser shaft into my ass. “Fucking cunt,” my guest said as he slid in my ass and began pumping, which awoke his buddy and soon two more loads were inside me. While they took turns using the shower and bathroom and gathering their shit up, I snorted a few lines of coke off a plate Garrett had left and tip toed up the stairs, pausing at the door to the first floor in case Garrett had company. I peeked around the kitchen and saw it was just him. Yeah the morning light only made his haggard, troll features more pronounced but as a thank you I calmly walked in, he turned, and I presented my cummy hole for inspection. “God damn,” Garrett said as he slid in me, BBC nutt sprinkling the linoleum beneath our feet, “You trying to wear my dick down to a nub? I literally cannot bust a load now no matter how much I try. Here, have some coffee. But, with the party on Friday you need to just do liquids for the next two days. No food. It’s important that you are ‘clean’ during the party if you know what I mean. While a cummy hole is one thing….” I smiled, “No worries. I understand. I’m not hungry anyways.” Garrett laughed, slid out of my hole, and as I kneeled and licked his shaft clean he sighed. Once done he handed me a fresh plate, “Good thing I got enough coke to kill an elephant. Fuck - for a newbie you can put that shit down and have a tolerance that most men would envy - and an ass too.” Well I was up, wired, and with our guests gone I followed Garrett up to the third floor of his town house, which served as his extended office. It looked like it had originally been a couple of bedrooms, but he had opened the walls, and the room was filled with boxes, shelves, papers, and God knew what. He adjusted his dick in his boxers as he sat at an old, oak desk, his coffee cup making a fresh ring of moisture on the wood, “As you can see. I told you I need the help.” Thanks to the plentiful cocaine, time flew and while I’m not sure we really did much that first day, it did make me realize there was clearly much more to Garrett than what one might initially see - both as a person and a business man. A deep voice bellowed from downstairs, “WHERE THE FUCK YOU AT MAN?” It was C.O., the pimp. Garrett looked at his watch and said, “I believe you have plans tonight? C.O. may be rough around the edges, but he will protect you, so no matter how new, scary, or whatever the situation may appear, just know he will bring you back home safe and sound.” Home. Part of me had not been sure I would ever have that again, but within a few days I had found one, and new friends. Speaking of, C.O. bellowed again and I laughed, “GET THAT FUCKING WHITE BUSSY DOWN HERE! YOU KNOW PLAYIN COY AND SHIT AIN’T HOPPIN. WHERE’S DAT WHORE? MY NICCAS WAITING ON THAT TWEAKER ASS BUT FIRST I NEED ME A TASTE SO I CAN PUNISH SOME GUTS! I GOTZ SOME MILK FOR THEM TASTEE-OS, DOES A BOOTY GOOD!” Oh yeah, I liked him! Garrett stayed in his office as I went downstairs to greet our guest. C.O. was standing on the lower landing, looking up, and seemed to enjoy the peaks of flesh my running shorts created as I came down the stairs. I stopped a few steps above him so I could look him in the eye, “YOU READY TO GET SOME MANDINGO DICK ALL UP THEM GUTS?” he asked, “READY TO LET ANY NICCA THAT WANTS IT TO CLIMB UP IN THAT BUSSY AND BEAT IT DEEP?” C.O. got his answer a minute later as I lay on my back on the sheets still moist and stanking from the homeless BBC tag team and begged him to ‘fuck my white cunt’. I stuffed a few bags of coke in my short’s pocket and we as drove to meet up with his friends C.O. blew some smoke out the driver’s side window, grabbed the bulge in his pants and said, “WHEN WE GET IN THE JOINT I WANT YOU TO KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT. I’LL SET YOU UP IN THE FRONT ROOM. IF A NICCA SLAPS YOU - SAY THANK YOU. IF HE SPITS ON YOU - SAY THANK YOU. IF HE PINS YOU DOWN AND RIPS THAT CUNT RAW AS HE TALKS SMACK - SAY THANK YOU - NOTHING ELSE. WHORE’S DON’T SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO YOU HEAR ME? YOU UNDERSTAND? WE AIN’T PLAYIN HERE. THESE NICCAS MAY START OUT ONE OFF AND A BIT EASY BUT TRUST - AS THE GAME GOES ON, ADRENALINE PUMPS, DRUGS AND DRINK LOOSEN THE BROTHAS UP - SHIT’S GOING TO GET BUCK WILD.” Well, the night was far more that I could have ever imagined and rare that someone can honestly and truly say they were gang raped. Any resistance my ass had was broken. Any instinct to resist, push back, run, tap out, was fucked out me. It is amazing what one can endure and now when I hear tops speak about a bottom that said they couldn’t take a 8-inch dick I laugh - they have no fucking idea how to be a true bottom - a true slut - a true whore for cum and dick and even if you have to pay for the experience, it makes your future life as a bottom so fucking much better! C.O. drove me home several hours later. He double parked, eased me out of the passenger’s seat, and held me up as we walked down the driveway between the two townhouses to the back yard gate and the entrance to my basement apartment. I fumbled with the keys - my mind and body beyond my control right then. Next thing I knew I was face down in the small patch of grass in Garrett’s backyard as C.O. drove his elongated black dick into my well-used ass. “FUCKING WHORE CUNT. LOVE THAT WHITE PINK PUSSY. YOU BEST BE LEAVING YOUR DOOR UNLOCKED AT NIGHT OTHERWISE I WOULD HATE TO HAVE TO BREAK MY MAN’S SHIT UP TO GET IN AND TAKE WHAT I NEED. NOW THAT I KNOW YOU A TRUE FREAK SLUT, MAYBE WILL SEND A FEW GUYS OVER ON THE REGULAR, OFFER SOME OFF-THE-MENU SIDE SNATCH FOR THOSE CUSTOMERS WHO WANT SOMETHING A LITTLE MORE OFF THE STREET GRID.” Garrett was waiting in my apartment when I was plopped on the bed. Had he heard us in the yard? Had the neighbors? Garrett shoved a couple pills in my mouth and held up a glass to make me drink like I was an invalid and then I was out. “Drink this,” a distant voice said. Once, twice maybe? I rolled over and moaned. Jesus fuck my body was sore. I swiped a hand across my face - fuck I stank too - or it was the sheets - or all of the above. I eased to an upright position and on the small table by the bed was a pitcher of orange juice, slightly melted ice cubes in a glass, and a plate of cocaine - fat, long lines of snow white - fitting as it was an old troll/dwarf who left them for me. I tried to snort the coke first but my throat was so dry I just gagged and coughed and huffed half of it right back out. A glass of juice later I was better, and then a few lines, more juice, and I was raring to go. I got off the bed, threw on a t-shirt and shorts and slowly made my way upstairs. Garrett was not on the first floor, it was daylight out, and the clock said 2:00 p.m. There was more coke in the kitchen and I needed it. Wiping my nose I slowly took step after step up to the third floor and found Garrett behind his desk. He smiled, “And on the third day Christ arose,” he said. I squinted my eyes in question, “Ok, it’s been two days, You’re early. But still.” It was Friday? I had been out like what 30+ hours? A fucking ton of coke later and I was wired and raring to bend over for a donkey dick - literally. Garrett led me to the warehouse where the sex party was going to be. We stopped in an alley between the warehouse and a few apartment buildings that faced Rhode Island Ave. He leered at me, held out a brown bottle of coke, had me sniff up, then asked, “WANT A QUICK LOAD UP THAT ASS BEFORE WE GO IN? BEFORE YOU BECOME THE QUEEN - APOLOGIES - THE KING OF SPEED BREEDING? IS THAT ASS READY?” In response I tried to snap the finger off that he had wedged in my hole, then bent over, opened up like a summer flower, and waited for him to put his stinger in me to fill me with his nectar. Yeah, Speed Breeding was going to be fucking fun! Stay tuned for part 4. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)
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  36. I don't know why I'm changing the names in this story because no one was innocent. Not even me. 1994 I don't like traveling or airports or really anything that breaks up my routine and puts me in a situation where I could face something unfamiliar. But life had already rocked my world when both my parents dies within a year of each other. I'd graduated college, was working and living on my own in a nifty little apartment in a semi-big city. I was 23 and was slowly coming to terms with the harsh fact that I was gay. I'd known it all along, but the realization that it was a permanent state was hard to cope with. So I didn't. I just put it aside and went on with living life. Sure, I beat-off to a few overplayed gay porn videos I'd rented from the seedy little store around the corner, but I didn't dare move beyond the realm of fantasy. Things were fine just the way they were. But then my sister called and asked me to come take a trip with her. She was the first-born and 14 years older than me. She had a really important security job in Washington D.C. and was pretty rich I guess. She had a lot of rich friends too. One of them owned a condo on a North Carolina beach and had offered her up to her for a week during that Summer. My sister "Beth" and I weren't particularly close -- mainly because of the age difference and also because she was a total bitch. I searched my brain files for an excuse to not join her, but couldn't come up with anything believable. She was in security and could detect a lie from twenty paces. So a month later I took a flight to D.C. and stayed the night there in her impressive house. The next morning we drove all the way down to North Carolina. It wasn't a short drive but it was also not unbearably long. We talked about work stuff and safe topics like two strangers would normally do. Once I saw the condo, my spirits brightened considerably. It was gorgeous... three stories tall and surrounded by huge stretches of clean sand and ocean. I'd never seen the ocean in person before and was eager to go get a closer look. We unpacked fast and I told Beth I had to go down and see the Atlantic in person, so to speak. The waves were louder than I would have imagined, and the water was more green than blue. And the beach was completely empty -- maybe because of the time. It was after 7pm and the sun was headed for another part of the globe. I just plopped down in the sand and took it all in. Then two things happened: a really loud explosion came from the North, and a handful of gorgeous men came jogging by at the water's edge. They all had super short haircuts and they were all muscular as hell. And then another one passed. And another. More explosions and more hot men. After I'd gone back to the condo, I mentioned the booming explosions to my sister. She reported that there was a marine base near by. Oh. Well that answered the other question I hadn't asked yet. I was here on a beautiful beach with a bunch of hot, fit, young men. Lucky! We ate a simple dinner in the kitchen with the TV on. Beth had the next day already planned out and it was going to start early. She was already up past her regular bedtime and headed upstairs to sleep. I stayed alone in front of the TV for an hour until I was sure she was in a deep slumber. I was pretty exhausted from traveling and I knew she was too. I maybe stayed sitting for another ten minutes before going to clean up and change clothes. Why? I was going to sneak back to the beach. I just had to. Once I'd spiffed up a bit and dressed, I noticed a liquor bottle on the dresser. The liquid inside was brown. I really knew nothing about drinking back then except that it was good for calming the nerves. It was boozed belonging to a rich person so it had to be good, right? The first sip wasn't too bad, but hit my stomach like a freakin' atomic bomb. I took another pull from the bottle and then another. It was so much less hash by then. Like soda pop almost. One more sip and I was ready to go. I slipped silently out the door and made my way toward the water which was just as loud as it was earlier and I heard boisterous male voices. I could also hear an internal ringing noise -- a kind of non-sound that I attributed to the brown booze. I wasn't drunk or anything, just very excited. Well the beach had been deserted before sundown, but it wasn't now. I saw around six bonfires and assorted lights up and down the beach. The first bonfire I came upon had been abandoned and was gradually dying. There was half a six-pack in front of the fading embers. Just as I was thinking about opening one, dizziness hit me and I had to lie back in the sand. The stars were amazing! I forgot everything else and thought about how nice sleep would feel Yeah. A short snooze and I'd go back...there'd be plenty more men to look at tomorrow. I closed my eyes. "You missed curfew, kid". a deep voice said. Somebody was standing over me. A man. Had I sleeping? I didn't think I had been, but it took me a second to sit up and shake myself back to reality. The fire was still burning as I looked up to see a certified actual marine. Even in the flickering light I could see the telltale haircut. He wasn't as chiseled as some of the dudes I'd seen earlier, but he was tall and as thick as a tree trunk. 'Yeah", I answered back, "I'm about six years late for curfew". "Oh, Sorry. You just look like a teenager". "It's OK. I'm used to it". He dropped down to sit beside me. He reached over and took one of the beers that were discarded there. He handed it to me and then took the next one for himself. I popped it and took a greedy gulp because I was pretty dehydrated. Also a little chilly. The night had gotten cooler and the breeze had a bit of a bite to it. "You partying alone?" He sounded drunk. "Yeah, I guess you could say that". "I did say that, " he chuckled and then stretched out his super-long legs to warm his toes by the fire. Behind me, I was somewhat aware that lights were being slowly snuffed out up the beach. "What about you?", I inquired. a pause "I was WAS at a party, but it wasn't too much fun. Nobody really wanted me there. I could tell. I got sort of a reputation these days". "Why?" He stretched out his left arm and showed me the midget band-aid on his inner forearm where people usually get blood drawn. another pause "Drug test?" i ventured, knowing a little something about the military from a ROTC college roommate I had. "Yeah. But more like a general test for anything to get you kicked out." "Like what?" (I can be so clueless sometimes) "Like DISEASE, kid. Like AIDS", he answered. "Are you sure?" I looked him in the face for the first time. He wasn't what you'd call classically handsome. He had what I'd always thought of a 'fish face' and there were a few acne scars on his cheek that looked deeper in this light than they probably were. "Pretty sure. There's so many damn hookers in this state. If you pay more, you don't gotta use a condom to fuck 'em. I ended up paying anyway. Clinic in town already done told me a month ago". "Sorry". "Me too". We split the last beer and sat in silence for a bit. He looked around...focusing on something over my shoulder. I turned around too and saw only a moonlit beach. We were alone out here. "Let's take a walk," he said standing up. I was in the middle of a hundred thoughts when he reached down and pulled me up. I followed him as he lumbered away. It wasn't so much of a walk as it was a march. We kept going until we were in a little rocky cove right up next to the water. There was still sand here, but also mud and no light beyond what the half-moon offered. How in the hell would I find my way back? He stopped abruptly. "Here", he said with drunken sureness. "Here what?", I wondered. That's when his big hands pushed me down on the sand/mud. I was aware that the wind was knocked out of my lungs at the same time I was aware that the subtle ringing in my ears had started again. Then his giant shadow blocked out all light and I felt a soft something on my lips. It felt soft at least, but when I reached up to brush it away I touched his very hard penis. Holy shit! No way! He wanted me to put that in my mouth. The ocean roared louder. I was about to protest but he had worked into my throat quickly. I gagged and almost vomited before he pulled back a little. "Relax, bitch". He wiped the head of his wet dick across my eyes, cheek and forehead. I involuntarily moaned and he did it again. "You like that, little girl?" Girl? This guy was wasted. He started poking his meat into my right eye...harder and harder. Probably knocked out a contact lens. "OW!" I yelped. "Sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you". That's when he stumbled to his feet and adjusted himself a little. For no reason I had a sudden thought about jellyfish. They could sting you with their legs and put venom under your skin. Then I felt his full weight on top of me. He worked my shorts and underwear down with one hand. Was I even really here? This was not possible. My legs were crazily spread in the air as that slimy dick went right toward my own private butthole. Seriously? I didn't agree to that. No. This was not okay. If I screamed loud enough, somebody would come help. The planned scream got strangled by a cry as he plowed that marine meat deep inside me. "NO! NO! NO!" I yelled in pain. "Shut the fuck up, you fucking whore or I'll bust the teeth out of your mouth". Well I was being fucked just like I'd seen in all those porn movies I'd watched. It couldn't last that long. I just had to wait it out until he pulled out and ejaculated on my chest. That was how it worked. Right? But he broke the rules and started heaving, bucking and gasping as he shot that load directly into my insides. And then he was still. We stayed like that for a good minute or two. Just breathing and recovering. He pulled me up again and led me back to where he'd found me. That small fire had died already, but at least I could now see the condo lights again. It really couldn't be too late at night, could it? Maybe midnight, but no later than that. In what bit of light we had, he pulled off the little bandage from his arm and handed it to me. "Put this in your scrapbook". And then he was gone.
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  37. I grew up in the 1970's....when everything was fun and nothing was too serious. At least that's how it seemed at the time. I was living in a little nowhere town in a nowhere Midwestern state. It was the kind of place you'd drive through and not notice a single detail. But I loved it. My best friend Kenny and I lived only three houses away from each other and out parents were friends. We spent every spare second together - especially in the Summer. We'd walk all over town and tell each other outrageous lies and dirty words we'd heard. One of out favorite places to hang out was in a little park right behind this ancient old house that everyone our age absolutely knew was haunted. It was one of those Victorian three-story beasts surrounded by an iron fence and a completely overgrown yard. It had been empty since I can remember. It had probably once been painted white, but every trace of latex had long since weathered away, exposing old rotting wood. I swear, if you saw the Addams family on the front porch, you would not be shocked. Kenny and I used to get as close to that place as we could dare each other to, but we seldom got farther than the fence. A few years later we found ourselves in junior high with deeper voices, bigger frames and hints of facial hair. We barely got any braver, though. But somewhat. Some nights we'd share one of his dad's cigarettes and walk to that old house. I swear we once saw flashes of light - like camera flashes - through the top windows. We ran all the way home. A week or so later we ventured back after dark and one of us had the daring idea to go inside. !! We easily scaled the fence and found ourselves on the sidewalk leading to the front door. It felt terrifying but exhilarating. The second we set foot on the front porch, the structure made a creak that sent us scrambling away. Who knows what happened, but Kenny and I drifted apart in high school. I was more into art, drama and debate while he gravitated toward the greasy, pot-smoking crowd. Things stayed that way for years until I graduated and went away to college in the mid-80's. During one of my regular phone calls home to ask for money, my mom told me that Kenny had a stroke and died. I didn't know quite what to feel except for a small sadness. We hadn't talked in forever and now I guess we never would. I worked hard at school and came home that Summer with every intention of just sleeping late and eating my mom's pretty excellent cooking for three months. It was relaxing but also pretty boring. One late night I found myself going through my room and looking at old junk in my closet. I found so much stuff that reminded me of Kenny. So many things from my childhood were at last partially connected to my old pal in some way. I found myself staring out the window, wishing he were still nearby so we could go do something. It was almost midnight when I crept downstairs and went to the kitchen. I planned on raiding the fridge for leftovers, but grabbed a few of Dad's beers instead. I then silently went out the back door. It was a nice, warm evening with a symphony of frogs and crickets singing in celebration. I walked down a few streets, brazenly downing my beers in public. Who cared? Everybody was asleep and the only law enforcement this county had was one fat-ass sheriff who was probably manning a speed trap miles away on the highway. I got lost in my thoughts as I waked. I was changing as time as going by. I knew I liked guys more than girls. The more I would try to push those feelings down, the more they would sneak into my dreams. It was not a good time to think like that. A cancer had emerged and killed people who thought the way I was starting to think. I tossed my empty can and started drinking the next one when I realized I'd walked all the way to that same old house. Maybe my old pal Kenny had led me here. I climbed over the fence without even really worrying about it or feeling scared. I sat on the front steps and finished my last beer. After I heaved my empty can into corner of the meadow-like yard, I noticed that the night had grown strangely silent. No crickets. No frogs. Nothing. I just noticed it -- it didn't spook me or anything. I stood up, turned around and approached the front door. Well of course it was locked but I pushed anyway. And it opened as the ancient, rusted lock crumbled in on itself. I swear as I opened the door I swear I heard some scuffling from somewhere inside. Raccoons, probably. There was enough of the streetlight and the full moon coming through the ancient windows that I could kind of make out what I was seeing: A big, bare front room that smelled like old dust and mildew. No big deal. And suddenly a small blue light went on about seven feet in front of me. What the?.... "Hey Trespasser -- got a smoke?", a voice said somewhere behind the blue light. I pivoted on my heels and was heading for the door when the light got brighter. Yep. I was going to die now. "Don't go nowheres, ShitHead! Got a cigarette or not?" "No", was all I could manage in a voice that sounded like I was 10 years old all over again. I dared to turn around again. in this brighter light, I could make out the cigarette-wanter. A hobo obviously. In his underwear, shirtless and barefoot. He was a giant beast of a bum, covered with dark body fur. He was really fat and had a full, unkempt beard. "Yer the trespasser here -- I already been livin' here for three whole days and three whole nights". Well, I guess I was guilty then. But really? What could he do? Call the cops? I mustered the ability to say "Sorry, man. I was just checking things out. I'll just go now. Take care". I turned to leave. Suddenly there was an inhumanly-big arm around my neck. "You done busted my door, Trespasser. You gonna pay to fix it?" He wasn't actually choking me, but I was still finding it hard to breathe. I felt the rancid air in his lungs wash over the top of my head. He sniffed. "You been drinkin', little man?" 'J-just a few beers", I answered. 'Shit. I ain't had me beer in months. I thought I'd done been cured of wanting it while I was in prison out in Colorado. But I still want one almost every goddamned day". He spun me around to face him. I looked up and saw that we wasn't ugly at all. Maybe a little dirty with some serious bad body odor, but this fat giant was not without appeal. Maybe the blue light from his little lantern was making me see things. He was Bluto from the "Popeye" cartoons. "Come here and have a seat", he instructed as he drug me over to a pile of old blankets, ancient coats and a few dirty throw pillows. He plopped me down on my ass and then settled his bulk right next to me. He was still in his underwear and I could make out an arching hard-on pushing the fly to its limits. For a reason only the primal part of my brain knows, I reached over to touch the bulge. I wanted to see it uncovered. I wanted to see it really, really badly. "No no no", he said, "that fucker between my legs is poisonous as a rattlesnake now. You can keep going but it ain't going to end well for you. I ended up catchin' some lethal shit in a prison in California". I wasn't thinking of his words, I yanked down his filthy underwear and gazed in awe at the giant, magnificent piece of uncut meat now bobbing in the blue light. It didn't look diseased in the least. I bent down and took the big cock head in my mouth. THIS. This is what I'd secretly wanted for over a year now. i tasted every flavor and wasn't turned-off by any of them. I could do this for hours. But Bluto had other ideas as he pulled my head off his dick. "Uh oh, You went and done it now. Get ready." Huh? "It'll be easier if you kneel down on all fours -- like this". He flipped me over and I was suddenly posed like the Sphinx staring straight down at a granny-ish throw pillow with a toy poodle stitched on the front. I stayed like that for a few seconds while he adjusted himself right behind me. His big ol' gut was resting on my lower spine. Sex? Gay Man Sex was happening? Now? Really? All doubts were remove as I felt that big penis explored my ass crack. "I can try and pull out in time, but I ain't promisin' nothin". That made no sense to me. I mean, what? Then the tip of his dick poked into my bare hole and it felt like fire. SHIT!!! I was trying to form a protest, but his giant hand reached around and closed over my mouth. I distantly thought of the sheriff and semi-wished he'd come in here with his gun drawn and then help me escape. That didn't happen as this man kept pushing deeper inside of me. And then deeper despite the screams I was issuing through those fat fingers over my lips. A pause. He was all the way in and moaning with pleasure that I sure wasn't feeling. It starting hurting a little less with each thrust. And just when I was able to catch my breath, he stopped. Long pause as he groaned and then yelled "Oh Fucking YEAH!!". It was over? He collapsed on top of me and stayed there while my thoughts went everywhere and nowhere. And I could go nowhere with his mass still on top of me. But then he climbed off and sat against a wall as I put my clothes back on. My ribs ached and my ass was still burning. And leaking. My neck and shoulders were sore as well. I guess the batteries in his lantern were starting to die, because the blue light was dimming and flickering a bit. I wished I had some cash to give him because he needed so much. But I didn't have anything so I headed for the door. "Hold up", he called after me. "Yer probably going to get sick with the flu n a week or two. Take aspirin and drink water and you'll feel better soon." "OK. Gotta go. Take care". i wished my house was closer because it was hard to walk with the pain that ran all through me. I wished Kenny was walking with me with a cigarette we could share. I wished many things on that painful walk, but none of those wishes came true.
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  38. EPILOGUE: 6 YEARS LATER He never left. I’ve fucked a lot of kids that have always just come around once or twice, some men too but only a few had ever stuck around for longer. My little nephew though has been faithful to me for six years now. I showed his ass what it was going to mean to be a bottom and he never wanted to stop. And he never wanted anyone else. Sure he’s fucked around with a few other guys but they were all at my suggestion. Not tonight though. Tonight we were celebrating our sixth year. Clark: “How is that slut? You feel me pumping in you deep?” Joe: “Yes please Uncle!” Clark: “I told you tonight I’m gonna be your Daddy boy.” Joe: “Fuck, sorry Daddy. Just please don’t stop.” I was giving him full strokes. Joe: “Open me up Daddy.” Clark: “Before what Son.” Joe: “Before everyone else gets here.” We had put a public ad up and responded to about 200 emails over the last two weeks, but we ended up giving about 56 guys the address tonight and the door was unlocked. We were expecting a lot of flakes, but we were hoping some would show up. Clark: “I can’t wait to see your walls stretched all night Son! How many loads do you wanna take?” Joe: “Just yours Daddy!” Clark: “Fuck, how many loads are you going to take though Son?” Joe: “Daddy, any load you wanna give me.” He’s become very submissive for me in the time. Clark: “I’m gonna give you my load soon Baby, do you want that? Joe: “Fuck yes Daddy!’ He responded by bouncing his still very sweet hole against me with each of my strokes. Joe: “Fill me up Daddy!” He took my cum with an ass wide open. And we heard someone at the entranceway. BBRT Hookup: Glad to see lube is provided. _______________ So this is the end of this story. I felt it needed closure kind of and I love that he turned straight up pussy boy.
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  39. Plans fell through last night so I decided to get a room at my favorite motel and post on CL for anonymous tops to stop by and use my holes. Thursdays normally aren't great but last night was a wonderful exception to the rule! Many of you already know that when I do this scene, I leave the door ajar and turn the lights off, waiting naked on all 4's on the bed. The motel room doors open to the parking lot, so tops can park immediately outside and then push open the door, which I leave ajar. Sometimes I have to wait for the first guy to walk in, but last night he was right on time, walking in at the moment I said I'd be ready. I was laying on the bed on my stomach and as he walked around in front of me, I saw that he was a well-built black guy. I took a few huffs off my brown bottle, and before I knew it his big black cock was growing in my mouth. Before long he was holding my head as he slid his long, thick cock down my throat, while I coughed and gagged and drooled and loved every second! He was a thick one to be my first, so I urged caution as he walked around to the other side of the bed to fuck my already-lubed hole. I was disappointed when I heard the telltale crinkle of a condom wrapper, but my disappointment quickly turned to anticipation when he asked, "You clean?" without putting it on. I replied in the affirmative, said I hoped he was too, and that was all it took. He pushed me forward on the bed, climbed on top of me and eased his cock - still slick with my saliva - into my hole. A few more huffs from the brown bottle and my ass rose to meet each of his thrusts as he pounded away. He wrapped an arm around my throat, half-Nelson style, and rode me hard until I heard his breathing begin to quicken. A few grunts, a few spasms of his hips to drive his load deep, and I had received my first cum of the evening. As he slid out, I spun around off the bed and onto my knees, taking his still-hard cock in my mouth to clean up the mess I had helped him make. The taste of my ass juices, his cum, and a hint of lube all hit my tongue at once, and I gobbled his cock down greedily to the root, making sure to lick every inch. He pulled on his clothes, grabbed his things, and with a thank you headed out the door. I lay back down on the bed but only for about 10 minutes when I heard a car door outside. I assumed the ass up position, and sure enough the door pushed open. In walked another black guy, and just like the first he dropped his pants and made a beeline for my mouth. As with the first guy, I licked and throated and savored this cock. It was a bit longer than the first, maybe 8.5", cut and a bit more slender with a slight curve to the left. It slid easily down my throat, his balls smelling and tasting a little muskier than the first guy. Flying in popper heaven, the deep throat saliva drooled down my chin and onto the bedsheets as I gave him one of the best oral treatments I've ever given. Once again, though, as he walked behind me I heard a condom wrapper, and this time the elastic "snap" as he unrolled it down his shaft. My hole was still slick with the combination of lube and cum from my first top, but still this second guy had to use extra lube to work his cock into my hole. That's why I hate condoms! I stood bent over the bed, and as he slid into my ass, this guy's longer cock hit my prostate just right. He slid in and out, the friction from the condom annoying me somewhat despite how good his thrusts felt. Then he spoke. "I'm going to take this condom off now," he said as he continued his motion, driving his cock deep in my ass. But he didn't stop, and he didn't say anything more. I was excited at the prospect of another raw cock, and finally got impatient enough that I moved in such a way that his cock slipped out of my ass. I deftly reached behind, grabbed his cock, and in one motion pulled the condom off and threw it on the floor. I grabbed his now bare cock again and guided it back into my eager fuckhole. He was only too happy to oblige. This guy was a fucking machine, pounding me raw for at least 10 minutes before he asked, "Where do you want me to cum?" In a moment of concern at the anonymity, for some reason I told him to pull out and cum on my hole, rather than in it. He complied, and as I came to my senses I pushed my ass back so his still-spurting cock slid back up my hole. After he came, I spun around and, as with the first guy, took his length into my mouth to give it a thorough cleaning. I noticed that he wasn't pulling away or rushing out the door, so I stood, turned around, and guided his cock into my hole once more. He gave a couple of thrusts before pushing me face-down on to the bed, where he mounted me and rammed another load deep into my guts. It felt amazing! My first two visitors were the highlight of my night, leaving me with three loads in and on my ass. After another 15 minutes or so, a tall white guy walked in, rammed his cock down my throat, and held my head in place until he pumped a load down my throat. He left just as quickly without saying a word. The last guy of the evening was a young black kid in his early 30s. Turned out that he wasn't a fan of deep throat (I know, right?!?!) and would only fuck with a condom (which neither of us had), so I sucked his cock and we made out a bit. He fingered my hole as I slobbered on his cock, and I was rewarded with a real big load, which he told me afterward had built up over 8 days. All in all a fruitful night! I'm hoping for as much luck (or more!) again next Thursday as I head to Boston for my first all-night ass-up fuck fest. Can't wait!
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  40. Negative, not on any kind of anti-HIV medication and not intending to. I am chasing and might be able to get my ideal fantasy pozzing in a month or two
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  41. Part 3 “So jakes hole was a 9? He did better than me?” Gabe asks with a pout. “What was better about it?” “He added some romance, kink, and two very larger black cock loads delivered deep. Plus a full night of bathhouse abuse on his hole meant it was super loose. Not only didn’t he turn away any loads he had no control of how fast they came at and in him.” “Okay daddy, I’m sorry I disappointed you.” “Gabe you didn’t disappoint me in the slightest, you just have lots left to learn. Your cute and you can score a lot of cock that way. But there is more to a fuck than just the cum and jizzjoy you enjoy. Learn from your brother.” “Am I allowed to be unrestrained yet David?” Asks Jake “Hmmm…yes, Gabe help me release him.” I say as we both release his d rings. “Now Jake put the restraints on Gabe. Tie him up in his room, and post an add for him on craigslist. You watch the door for him, don’t need anything serious happening to him. But get him fucked by the crazy and aggressive. Make sure they bust his balls too while he is in the cock cage.” Gabe looked a little scared. “For how long?” “I haven’t decided yet. I won’t make you do it if you don’t want to but if you want to be a better cum hole this is the way.” He then put his wrists out to have the restraints put on. Jake put them on him. “Now go to your room and I will be there shortly to truss you up.” Jake said as Gabe left, “So what all do you want for him?” He said to me “Biggest cocks you can find that show no mercy. Hell, get him fucked with a pierced cock if you find one willing.” “Can I fuck him?” Jake asked as he finally slides the butt plug into his cream filled ass before anymore jizz can leak out. “As much as you would like, but you are responsible for him. He doesn’t get to say anything about when or how much fucking he gets. He may only ask to stop when there is a break in the line to fuck him.” “Got it. Safe word?” “Only the ultimate safe word gets him free now that he has agreed to this, I quit David” “Okay then”, he said as he turned to walk away. Before he could though I stopped him, and kissed him good. Put his hand on my cock and then he remembered. He then cleaned my cock for me. “Anything else you need before I go deal with Gabe?” “Yes, use the computer in here to put the ad up and bend over. I wanna lick around the plug.” Jake smiled and moved to his computer. “Is this for extra credit?” “No, I just want to taste a little more.” Jake bent over at his desk rather than sit down so I could lick around his hole and the large black plug holding the river of cum in his ass. I smiled, appreciating the sight before me and knowing he happily made and gave me this hole. I saw a small line of cum down his right thigh that had leaked down earlier and went for it with my tongue. I licked it and followed it up to his ass. Enjoying his moans and squirms as I did. When I got to the plug I was licking all around. Trying to find any possible leaks around the plug. Jabbing my tongue on the edges of his hole to see if there were any cum droplets there for me to enjoy. I found a few and savored them. When I finally felt his ass was clear of any more flavored pockets of spermy deliciousness I smacked his balls once and then his ass. “Are you done with Gabe’s ad?” I asked “Yes, Sir” “Good, take your laptop to respond to messages to his room, makes sure he is restrained and prop his outside door open. I need to run to the store to get a few things for the trip. I was hoping to take one of you with me but it looks like you guys are both not store ready.” “Sorry, Sir” “No sorry about it Jake, I would rather have you at home marinating in cum than just along for the ride to the store.” “Okay, Thank you David” With that he bowed to me and then turned around and bent over so I could smack his ass before he left. God, I love that guy. He knows how to play into my kinks, and gets so much enjoyment out of it. So, I went to the store, I had thought Luke would try to find or stop me but I didn’t see him. I texted him to make sure he wouldn’t need judging for at least an hour and he said he wouldn’t so I went. As I was leaving I saw a few guys arriving and assumed they were for Gabe. One was a large linebacker looking guy, and the other looked like a biker. I smiled knowing people thought my house was a whore house. Living in a heavily touristy town has its advantages. Between the 3 of them at least one of my boys would be willing to take anyone’s loads. I ended up at the store longer than I had intended but I had been distracted by a handsome sales clerk that wanted to flirt. His name was Josh according to his name tag, and he was wearing some very tight black dress pants and a tight stretchy red button down. He stood about 5’11’, tight waist, decent chest, a shelf of a butt, and nice shoulders. I asked him “Do you flirt with all the guys that come in here?” HE said, “No only the gay ones with money.” I laughed at him and said “I already had a houseful of guys that I am sure are more dedicated to meeting my every want and need than you ever could be.” He frowned and said “You can have me right now in the dressing room. So I threw the questions that usually stops these pretty gold digging boys, “Okay, first I have to ask, when was the last time you were fucked?” “Last night” “Did he cum in you?” “What? Well kind of, we were safe. He came in the condom as it was in my ass.” “Do you have the condom with you?” “Um, no. It might be in the back trashcan tied off still.” “If you had it and you would let me shove my raw cock up your ass on the cum from that condom I would take you up on that offer.” “That’s…..weird…..and kind of gross, Sir” He said as he made a grimace. I looked at his pants though and saw the start of a chub. “Your dick thinks otherwise, so are you gonna go look for thata cock juice from last night or just start preparing for my next visit.” He was blushing but excited by the idea I could tell. “Um, I’m not sure I can find it tonight Sir.” “Are you going to ask me again another time then?” “Well…..I…..Mean….i always play safe. So maybe I’m not the boy for you.” At this point I saw his coworker walking over to see if I needed any help. I whispered in the boys ear. “Go find the condom, dig to the bottom of that trash can if you have to. Open it up and put it all in your ass......tonight. Then come back on the floor and enjoy the feeling of your squishy ass. And next time know what to offer to the man you are trying to seduce.” With that I licked his ear and started to leave the store. I watched him as I left and saw him head towards the fitting room. As I headed to my car half hard because I now knew I just created the start of another cum slut I got a text message. I looked down at my phone to see it was from Luke. “What time are you going to be home sir, my ass can be ready anytime in the next hour or so.” “Headed home now I replied.”
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  42. some anon beefy/jock/bubble/muscle/twink/daddy/cub ass will always get my dick hard. really like it when I've bumped into the random dude whose leaving from dumping a load up that same butt or I'm leaving and see the random dude walk up to the butt I just loaded up. So many different "types" of guys are into fucking some hot anon ass. Also, if it's a gloryhole dick, chances are really BIG that I'll get the dude to the edge with good slow n sloppy sucking, then just back my ass onto that dick bare so he feels that warm, wet rush around his cock and just explodes with a fat load of cum up my hole. hopefully he was just there to bust a nutt so pulls out his cum covered dick, zips up, and goes off to work/dinner/wifey/hubby/etc.
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  43. Diagnosed mid-year two years ago. Most likely picked it up at a sex club in London about 6 months previous so had it for I believe pretty much bang on 3 years now. Probably via another bottom as the tops were dipping in and out whether bb or condom and not cleaning between... hot experience!! But with a not so hot outcome. Side effects wise I've had no issues so far and my Dr is even surprised how my blood levels seem to be staying pretty static (VL fluctuates, but liver function levels stay the same). Sex-wise the amount of sex I've had has decreased dramatically. People see or hear the words HepC and they just don't want to know, doesn't matter whether they are HIV neg or poz... you'd think the poz guys would be more understanding considering the stigma that they face from the "DDF / Clean" crew. I get they want to protect themselves, but its the attitude and way they turn you down. Even had abuse on BBRT before from a HIV poz guy... IRONY much!! IMO there's more stigma attached to it than HIV. Even dating wise, can be getting on really well with someone, so 2nd or 3rd date in I disclose my status then that's the last I'll hear from them! Which then leads me onto the mental health effects of having it. I go through periods of being fine and not thinking about it TOO much (albeit I do think about it EVERY DAY) and then I have periods (particularly after any of the above situations) where it really gets me down, sleepless nights, just wanna drink to forget etc. Still awaiting treatment on the NHS (UK based), they cap the number of people who are being allowed treatment and prioritising based on how sick you are. Me being otherwise perfectly healthy, am at the bottom of that list and therefore I know I won't be receiving treatment any time soon. The private cover I've got doesn't include HepC and other STDs or chronic illnesses.
    1 point
  44. http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Condom-to-Bareback-Breeding-27419671
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  45. Hot vid I found of a PA making a guy bleed. No cumshot sadly. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=WvqQB-G184-
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  46. I get fucked by this large black man with a very large dick. I am not exaggerating about his dick. I have to use lots of poppers to get ready for him to stick it in. He loves me calling him nigger and begging not to be "raped" by nigger dick. The more I say nigger and beg for mercy the harder he fucks and verbally degrades me. He loves holding me down and pounding my ass while talking about raping white boy ass and how he loves abusing little white boys. Fuck I love it!
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  47. They depend on how many posts you've made (minus infractions you've received)... You start out a virgin, then get to "curious" after 10 posts, then you become a "barebacker" after 25 posts, then a "sex addict" after 100 posts, then a "slut" after 500 posts, and then the pinnacle of success is to become a "whore" after 1,000 posts. If you think in terms of taking loads it all makes sense
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  48. I would love a job where my boss whores me out to clients.... I think in some ways I just need a pimp! Though not sure my other half would approve!
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