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Virgin POZ Night (Part 1) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** I was strolling around my favorite bath house, when a booth awakened my attention. A note was pinned at the door: ‘Virgin POZ night’ was written in bright red letters. ‘Don’t wake the sleeping beauty’ was added. I heard there was some heavy breathing going on in the booth, but I had the feeling, that only one guy was in it, jacking off. There was no moaning from another party or so. So after a couple of minutes the door was unlocked and a guy I knew so well left the both, with his pants still open and a hard cock sticking out of it. Next to the door was a little blackboard and he drew a line and then left without even noticing me. I could see five marks already. ‘Nice’ I thought and entered the little booth. A blonde twink was laying with the front of his body downwards a short bench. I guess he must have been 18 or 19 the most. He was body was fixed with a strap tightly around his chest and around his lower back. He wouldn’t able to make a move – not an inch, but he was obviously asleep or knocked out more likely. His head was hanging down on one side of the bench. On the other side his cunt was leaking some cum. He had been used for quite a while it seemed. I was drawing a line on his sweat covered back. He shivered….. His hands had been tied to his back. He wouldn’t be able to defend himself, if he would be awake. His body was flawless. Not a single hair could be seen between his ass cheeks. “Beautiful…” I mumbled. I closed the door and locked it behind me. *Click* “Hmmmm… hm…..” he moaned and shook his head a little bit. “What…. where…. am I” he whispered. I was standing right behind him looking down at this young guy who seemed to regain consciousness. “Hello…. is there…. *sigh* is there someone….?” his voice was so soft. “Hey there” I said with my low voice, not getting myself into his view yet. “Sir… my head is spinning. I can’t move…. where am I” he asked slowly. It seemed like the thoughts he had formed slowly the sentences I heard. I didn’t know what to reply. I was sure he wasn’t suppose to know in which town he was or even that this was a biohazard bath house. “Could you…. please…. help me to get up? he stammered. While hearing the twinks soft voice I started massaging the lump in my jeans. “Uuuuugh…. I don’t feel good….. *sighs again softly* … my head is spinning” he sniffed. “Well how did you get here?” I asked with a worried tone. “Uuuuhm….I…. hmmmm….. I don’t know” he mumbled. “I just came around by accident and heard you moan – I came to see if everything was alright” I lied to him. “Are my hands tied Sir? I can’t move them…. could you please untie me?” “Someone handcuffed you behind your back….” I described to him. “Hmmmm…. ooooh…. hrmpf….. my ass is hurting so much. What is happening here? Please… can you open the handcuffs, please Sir” he begged. His head was still hanging down. He didn’t have the strength to raise it by himself. I walked around him and stroked him softly his hair. “Well… I can’t see the keys….” I made some noises like I was looking for a key. Then I grabbed his head and yanked it up violently. I pressed my groin area against his face. *Oooomph* His head had no chance to escape. I pressed my bulge against his him and he wailed a bit. “Can’t…. breathe….” he moaned in panic. “Open your mouth wide then – I am trying to help you here young man!” I exclaimed. The silly twink did just that and opened his mouth widely only to get more of my bulge into his stupid mouth. He tried to yank himself away, but that way he would just sprain his neck and I knew his pain, especially in the back of his neck would be extreme by now. He expelled his hot breath against my crotch. I could feel him fighting for breath, while I almost dry humped his face through my jeans. Then I moved away from the helpless boy. “No keys here…. no nothing….” I hissed. “Then….*gasps for air* please… do you got a mobile phone?” he asked me. “Please… call my parents. Tell them to pick me up.” he almost cried by now. “Calm down lad. Everything will be fine.” I tried to reassure him, that everything was alight. I crouched in front of him and he whispered his mom’s mobile phone number. I couldn’t almost understand every digit, but after I repeated I made sure I would safe this number. In expectation that I would call his mother immediately he gathered all his strength and lifted his head up again. He could only see my body up to my waist and didn’t understand what I was doing. I unbuttoned my jeans slowly and enjoyed to see the terror in his eyes rising. “You really don’t know why you are here, eh” I cackled gleefully. “You are the hole…. A hole for toxic dicks” I explained his fate to him. “Five guys have already fucked you up and now you will get the sixth viral load up your tight asshole” I smiled. “Wait – let me make a picture for your mom… one before…. and one after I POZ fucked you” I said coldly. “Smile for your parents…. smile for your mom” I grinned…

After years of reading and enjoying these stories with both hands, this is my first attempt at telling one of my own. Please don't be too hard on me I appreciate your comments though. Perhaps if you like this I will write more. Did you ever have one of those experiences that gets so deeply etched on your brain that you can’t forget it? I know I have, and it was almost like a scene from a movie; one in which the mists part and out steps this person… a person almost defying description. In my case though, the person came not from the mists, but from around a corner; a corner in a bathhouse in Center City Philadelphia. But my reaction was the same as if he had stepped from the mists. I saw him and my heart skipped a beat and I think I stopped breathing for a second. There I had stood, reclining back against the bathhouse wall, one foot propped back against it too, as I took in the sight of this giant of a guy that came lumbering down the hall towards me that night. My reaction was visceral, and instantaneous. I wanted him and everything he had to offer, and I wasn’t gonna be happy till I got all of it. It was late afternoon of New Year’s Day, about 1997. I had decided to go down into Center City as past experience had proven that this day was a great day for getting some action at the local baths. The big New Year’s Day parade was winding down by that time, no one was feeling any pain given all the alcohol that had been consumed on the streets just to try and stay warm, and for guys like us, the horniness level had been ratcheting upwards for hours. And so when that happened, there were only two things you could do. You could either trundle off to one of the gay bars in Center City in hopes that the combination of booze and flirting would land you a fuck, or you wandered over to the baths where for the more proactive types you knew there’d at least be some real shit goin on. And that’s what I did. When I got there I paid my entry and went inside. You could tell right away that the place was hopping as there was a definite vibe to the place. I quickly found my room, got undressed, wrapped my towel around my waist and went out cruising. I had barely been there a half hour when I found myself propped up against that wall as “he” came around that corner. My heart began to do somersaults in my chest. You guys know what it is I’m talking about. Yeah there were guys there that I’d play with, and I had sampled a few already, but I hadn’t really fully engaged with anyone yet as I was awaiting “the one.” And then there he was. I’m no little guy at 6ft, 225 pounds, easy enough on the eyes, and muscled enough where it counts, with a nice hairy chest and scruffy mug. I’ve got a nice fat cock that scares enough of the amateurs away, and challenges just enough of those that that think they can take it. And yet next to this guy, I felt small. He loomed tall at around 6’5”, broad shouldered; olive skinned with enough of a summer tan left yet to give him a healthy glow in January. He had dark hair but was completely bald on top, and the lower half of his face sported a dark, full goatee that just enhanced his sexiness. There was a slight demonic quality about his look that made me spring an almost instant boner; like a guy who knew how to be really, really bad, while being the best that he could be. I’m pretty much a top, but even my ass twitched at the sight of him. I knew right then that I was in for trouble. As he ambled down that bathhouse hallway it gave me ample time to check out what he had goin on. He was a beefy guy with a good 50 pounds on me. But on his frame it just made him look all the more daunting. His chest was covered with a thick pelt of dark fur and his meaty, well-worked nipples projected out from his solid beefy pecs. And underneath that towel that he had wrapped around his hick waist hid the makings of a weapon whose ultimate proportions I could only guess at. As he neared, we made eye contact. A definite glimmer of mutual recognition passed between the two of us… or at least enough so for me to know that the chase was on. Since it appeared that he had just gotten there, I figured he needed to do the perfunctory spin around the place too to check out the action. So I left him pass and then followed behind at a respectable distance as he went through all the floors and the basement of the place; far enough away to not appear stalkerish, but yet close enough to know if he suddenly decided he was ready for action. Eventually we ended we found ourselves back up on the floor where I first saw him and there he veered to the right, off the main hallway and into a bathroom with an adjoining shower room. To the left in this bathroom was another long room with a series of sinks and urinals lining its walls, and at the far end of that room, a cedar door with a small window that led to the club’s dry sauna. I followed him as he headed towards that door, peered through the window and then yanked open the heavy door with a muscled ease and entered the sauna. This was my cue to stop at a discrete spot and watch, but not engage further, mostly to see if he was just checking the room out and would quickly reemerge, or if he had chosen to plant himself in there. When he didn’t reappear after a minute or two, I knew it was the latter and I decided to make my move. The dry sauna was a somewhat lengthy, oblong room with an upper and lower tier of wooden bleachers that ringed three of the room’s four walls. As I looked in the sauna door’s window I saw that the stud had climbed up onto the upper tier of bleachers along the short end of the room directly opposite the door. There, as though perfectly picture framed by the window, sat this giant of a man, his towel spread open, his hairy legs spread wide, his head tilted back against the wall behind him with his eyes closed, and what I still think was one of the most beautiful cocks that I had ever seen hanging softly and pendulously between his spread legs, surrounded by a nest of thick, curly dark pubic hair and resting on top of two enormous balls in their fuzzy sack. And like Pavlov’s dog, I began to salivate as I reached for the handle of that dry sauna door. I stepped into the sauna where there were already three other guys seated on the upper and lower tiers on the right and the left. But against the far wall there was just my guy. I slowly walked over to where he was seated and took off my towel, laying it down to the right of him on the lower tier of seating, and then sat down. I was very close to his leg which rested on the bench right next to me. Just being that close to him was making me hornier. There I sat for a short while just looking at the tree-trunk-like-legs and big feet of this man-god in repose. But I wasn’t fooled by his closed eye routine; he knew I was there and he knew I was watching him. And he was watching me too through his half-lidded eyes… both of us just waiting for one or the other to make the first move. And so I did. I tentatively reached over and began stroking his hairy leg, slowly letting my hand glide higher and higher up his thigh until my fingers came in contact with the puckered flesh of his sweaty nutsack. As he shifted position ever so slightly I felt his massive testicles shift within their protective covering. I slowly rubbed my fingers over and around them. As I did, my fingers came in contact with his previously flaccid cock which by now had started to swell from the attention I was paying him. Apparently he was just as turned on as I was. As I wrapped my hand around his rapidly stiffening cock I realized that whatever I had anticipated his cock being like when underneath that towel, I had sorely underestimated the girthy giant that was then hardening in my hand. Between the heat of the dry sauna, his sweaty cock in my hand, and the musk of a thousand cocks and asses that permeated all the fixtures in that room, my senses had shifted into overdrive and I could barely control myself. I had reached that point that we all are all too familiar with, the point where the animal brain pushes logic and reasoning aside, and throws all caution to the wind, the point where primitive man emerges… with no goal other than to reach orgasm and spread your seed wantonly, anywhere that you can. My body was on sexual auto-pilot as it swiveled around on that bench and my head went straight for that stud’s crotch. Without even asking I sank his cock as deep into my throat as I could get it while I tugged on his nuts. His hands, firmly planted on the back of my sweaty head, were all the tacit approval I needed to know that I had carte-blanche to go town on his rock hard cock. And So I did. Up and down my mouth and head went, only stopping briefly when he leaned forward and shoved that little brown bottle under each nostril and ordered me to “Breathe” deeply. After that I went into overdrive choking on his fat cock, the combined precum and saliva just pouring out of my mouth and down over his cock and balls, pooling in his asscrack where his towel soaked up all the overflow. In a move that kind of shocked me, he raised his legs up and planted his feet on the upper bench where he was seated and swiveled his ass forwards. Then he grabbed my head, pulling it off his cock and shoving it down to his taint. He once again fed me the poppers and then pushed my head down the last little ways till my tongue came in full contact with his sweaty, furry ass. Between the heat and the poppers I was like a wild man as I dove into that hole with reckless abandon and chowed down on his ass as if I was starving. And fuck did that ass taste good. As I ate away at it he took the back of his one foot and ground it into the back of my head as he attempted to push my face even further up into his asscrack. I snaked my tongue as far into that studbutt as I could get, licking him out for all I was worth. Afraid that I was going to pass out from the heat and the lack of oxygen, I finally pulled my face away from his hole just so I could catch my breath. It was then that I realized that we had begun to attract an audience. It was the quiet murmuring that I heard first followed by the slapping sound of hands rapidly stroking hard, wet cocks while their owners watched our live sex show. As I looked over my shoulder I realized that those three guys had now grown to at least 10, with another 3 or 4 standing around the door to the sauna peering in. And like any good pig, that was all it took to make me wanna amp up the show even further. I quickly turned back around and dove back down on that hard cock, slurping on it for all I was worth. His hands went back to my head as they wrapped themselves around it and he began to pump his ass up off the bench driving his cock even further into my throat. After plowing away for a little bit I decided it was time to go for what I really desperately wanted from this giant stud of a guy and so I pulled off his cock and I quickly stood up. While I had been on my knees on that bench blowing him I had reached around and had started fingering my hungry, but rarely used, fuckhole, slipping a finger or two into my mouth where I could to get spit to work into my hole in order to loosen it up. Without giving him to time to react I quickly straddled his thighs, took his dripping spit and pre-cum-slicked cock and aimed it directly for spit-lubed ass, and I sat down on it with all my weight. He must have anticipated my moves because he was already ready with the poppers and pushed them right up to my nose and held them there forcing me to inhale them. And thank God that he did. That fat cock was just about splitting me in half as it barreled up my chute. But as I have learned over time, the more badly you want someone’s cock, the easier it seems to be to take it. In short order I was all the way down to the base with his pubes and balls nestled right in the crack of my ass. And fuck did it feel good. I just sat there for a few moments savoring the feeling of accomplishment I had gotten from getting what I wanted… from getting HIM. I looked into the face of this slightly demonic looking stud and his lips were curled up in an evil, dirty grin that told me I wasn’t very far off base in my assessment of him. We looked into each other’s eyes and knew that we were two of a kind and at that moment we gave each other the go ahead to just let loose and have fun. Unbeknownst to me at the time, I was already poz and later realized that I had been for a long time. I must have had a high viral load since this happened shortly before I was diagnosed. I put no condom on him before I climbed on board, nor did he request that we use one either once he was in me. But in those safe-sex only days I could hear the ripple of astonished comments going around the room behind me as guys were flabbergasted that we were fucking condomless, while others were saying “OMG, they are fucking bareback!” Honestly their prudish hectoring just served to turn the two of us on even more. I rode his cock for all I was worth, bouncing up and down on his fat piece of meat, and leaning forward enough very chance I got so that the entire room could see that raw cock sliding in and out of my unprotected hole. I loved that we were scandalizing those cunty little bitches with our raw fucking. But as scandalized as these hypocrites were by our unprotected sex, they didn’t get up and leave. In fact, by this time there wasn’t an empty seat in the room, and guys were crowded around the door that were trying to get in to watch the show, but couldn’t. As I thought the show was nearing its inevitable “climax,” without realizing it, my god-like top daddy had one more trick up his sleeve with which to end the show. After riding him for a good fifteen minutes he leaned forward and wrapped his huge arms tightly around me. And with that this giant of a guy stood up, with me completely impaled on his fat beast cock… and again, I’m no little guy… he spun us around and gently laid me down on the bench where he had just been sitting. His throbbing pole of a cock never left my ass the entire time. He then raised my legs up into the air, an ankle in each hand, and slowly started to pile drive his fat cock into my hungry ass, building in tempo and speed as he progressed. From this position I could now see the collective throng in the sauna and as he was plowing away into my once tight ass, I watched one after the other of them jacking off and shooting their loads while watching this mountain of a guy ravaging my raw hole with his fat unsheathed cock. I literally had to keep my hands off of my own cock or else I would have cum immediately. Instead I just kept snorting poppers and feeding them to him too, as we pushed each other higher and higher. Finally he pulled his dripping cock from my gaping ass, reached forward and like a gentleman gave me his hand, pulling me up and saying “come with me.” We got up off the bench, him never letting go of my hand as helped me down on my shaky legs, and then led me out through the collected throng of pervs who had been watching the show and whispering their disapproving comments while spraying their loads all over the floor. He led me back to his room where he then proceeded to passionately fuck me for another hour or more, gently and tenderly, and also hard and rough, till he bred my ass like a fucking firehose going off inside of me, while bellowing like a wounded elephant as he came. Needless to say, I think everybody in the place knew what had finally just happened.

It's gotten to the point where I can't even watch porn if there's a condom. I GO SOFT seeing a condom! The guy could be the hottest twink or sexiest daddy...if there's a condom? It ruins the whole thing! And, no offense, but that goes for real life too. Hottest youngest twink...older sexy motherfucking daddy? Hot. Except if there's a condom. I love cum! It doesn't deserve to be wasted in a fucking rubber! Just saying.

I was in Houston Texas for work in 2009 for several weeks throughout the year. I used to frequent the adult theaters being a good little cock whore allowing anyone to breed me. The filthier the place the better. The filthier the men the better. Then came the day. I was staying in center city at a nice hotel and went running after work one night in my skimpy running shorts. I was to meet a friend in memorial park but to get there I had to run along an old water runoff canal. It was very overgrown and crossed under several highways over passes. I was running along and came to the highway over pass and there were tons of beer bottles, drug stuff and several old mattresses laying in the dirt. I stopped for a bit surveying the area and then ran on through to meet my friend. We ran a few miles at the park and then ended up talking on a park bench until dusk. Crap I said that I had to get back before it got dark. He offered to drive but I told him I’d be ok. I began to run back on the path and when I came to the area I could hear men talking. It was a homeless guy hangout for the night to stay out of the rain and weather. I walked up slowly and they all froze thinking I was a cop of something. They were smoking weed, doing drugs and drinking and I just turned my head and walked through. A few of them whistled at me and called me hot. I got past them, started to run and when I turned the corner back onto the trail I ran smack dab into a large black man taking a piss in the bushes. He turned around holding his massive cock in his hand. I didn’t say a word but looked down and stared. He laughed and said if I stared to long I might as well suck it. I got flustered and ran off back to my hotel. In the shower, all I could think about was his cock and struggled with the thoughts about going back. The fear of it all. I climbed into bed and started to jerk off but could not get it off my mind. I had enough so I got up and put my running cloths back on. Grabbed a small flashlight at the drug store and headed back in to the trail. As I approached the area I saw them all sitting around. I was timidly walked out in front of them and just stood there paralyzed with fear. Finally, they noticed me and the black guy came over and said “look what we have here, you shouldn’t have come back boy”. With that 6 other guys surrounded me and ripped my clothes off, bent me over and before I could say no, I had a cock shoved down my throat and one up my ass. I tried to get away but the big black guy grabbed my hair and dragged me to the mattress. He shoved a whisky bottle in my mouth and told me to swallow several gulps…my stomach was now on fire. He began to shove his cock down my throat balls deep until I was gasping for breath. Then he pulled out and shoved the whiskey bottle in my mouth again. The whole place began to spin. I could barely stand and when I tried to run away I just stumbled and fell. They dragged me back to the dirt and several stood around me. I thought they wanted me to suck them but then I guy went balls deep down my throat and began to piss. It was injected down my throat and I could do nothing but swallow it. All of it. Then he threw me back to the ground and two guys began to piss all over me as they laughed. I got really sick and stumbled away to puke my guts up in the bushes. When I was finally dry heaving they grabbed my legs and dragged me back to the mattress, held my legs open and raped me over and over. Violently and I was too weak to resist. Then one guy pulled me on top of him and had his cock inside me. I felt another man come up behind me. OMG he was going to fuck my ass as well. His cock slid in alongside the other guys and I thought my ass was going to tear. I cried out in pain but soon my piss soaked under wear were shoved in my mouth. I could feel every thrust as they bred me over and over. All of them. I began to black out after 6 or 7 guys. I came in and out of consciousness. I woke up the next morning to guy’s pissing on me to wake me. I shot up from the burning in my eyes and tried to stand but something really hurt inside me. Holy fuck there was something inside me. Something very large. They all laughed and just said “this buds for you”. I waddled off and tried to force it out. It hurt like hell. I stuck my finger in and felt the bottom of a beer bottle. OMG they shoved an entire beer bottle up my ass until my ass collapsed around it. Finally, I just grinned and pushed it out. When it popped out and on the ground all sorts of bloody cum leaked out of my now destroyed gaping ass. I had no way of holding it back. I cleaned myself up as best I could and walked back to the hotel in piss soaked cloths all covered in dirt. Vowing to never do that again. The only problem is I went back the next trip, and the trip after that.

When I was 22 and was in a committed relationship with a guy named Travis. We had been together a little over a year and at first it had been awesome: we'd fuck all the time and he'd pound my hole constantly, but after a while I was sad to admit I was bored having the same old sex with the same guy over and over again. I would constantly check-out hot guys I saw everywhere and would flirt non-stop at parties. Then I would fantasize about guys on whom I had crushes whenever Travis would fuck me. After a while, 'though, that stopped being enough. One day, I was desperate to get fucked by a new cock so I went to the local bathhouse hoping to find some action. I undressed, threw my stuff in a locker, and then started to wander with my towel around my waist. It wasn't long before I had several guys interested in me. I went up to the hottest one, a tall and toned white guy with dirty blonde hair, and started making out with him. I was in heaven. Eventually I pulled off his towel, revealing a nice thick eight-inch uncut cock that was rock hard. I immediately dropped to my knees and started blowing him. He was very aggressive and shoved his cock all the way into the back of my throat causing me to gag a little bit, but I loved every second of it. He then stopped fucking my face, pulled me up and pushed me against the wall and started grinding his cock in between my ass cheeks, asking me if I wanted his cock in my hole. I moaned and begged him to fuck me. Nothing else in the world mattered at that moment to me except that his thick cock fucked my hole. He spat on his hand, lubed-up his cock, and then slowly pushed it into my hole. I moaned and he started to go faster until he was furiously pounding away. This continued for about five minutes and then he pulled out, pushed me down on my knees, shoved his cock back in my mouth, and shot every drop of his cum down my throat. It was the most exhilarating fuck I had ever had, and knowing I had just cheated on Travis made it all the sweeter. Little did I know at the time that a friend of Travis' who frequented the bathhouses was there and recognized me as I was getting fucked bareback by the stud. Moreover, Travis' friend reported everything back to Travis, and Travis, to his credit, never let on to me that he knew for the next few days that he knew of my indiscretion - instead he plotted his revenge. Travis kept very quiet about it and kept to our normal routine, then a couple of days later I received a message on grindr and flirted with me hardcore. We exchanged dirty pics and messages back and forth for a while and eventually he convinced me to come meet him at his place for some fun. What he didn't tell me is that he was poz and a friend of Travis'. I showed up at his place and as soon as I walked in the door he grabbed me and started making out with me. He was incredibly hot: he was tall, with ginger-colored short-hair, a perfectly defined body and answered the door wearing nothing but some tight briefs which did very little to hide his very large cock. He pushed me up against the wall as he kissed me, pulled off my shirt and shorts leaving me in my underwear. I couldn't contain my self so I immediately dropped to my knees, whipped-out his cock, (which even though not fully hard, was a good eight inches), took it into my mouth and blew him. As his cock rose to its full hardness, I pull it out of my mouth, marveled at it and inquired "How big is that thing?" "Ten inches. Think you can take it all?" Without saying another word I immediately dove back down on it and sucked for all I was worth. I tried to get the whole thing in, but I can't manage it and gagged after about three-quarters was down my throat. "Nice try. Wanna see if your ass can handle it any better?" He asked. "Hell yeah." He led me into the bedroom and pushed me down on the bed on my back. "You don't mind taking it bareback, right?" he asked. "No, not as long as your negative. I have a boyfriend - I don't want to pass anything on to him" I replied. He chuckled saying "I'm neg, yeah. But you don't mind cheating on your boyfriend?" "For a cock like yours? Not at all" I answered as I pulled him down on top of me. With that he positioned himself in between my legs and furiously resumed making-out with me. He slid his cock up and down against my hole, teasing me. I keep trying to position myself so his cock head would catch in my hole. I was essentially begging him to fuck me. Finally he lubed-up himself and my ass, and then pressed his cock head against my hole. "You ready?" he asked, but without waiting for any answer he slammed the whole thing into me to the hilt. I cried-out in pain asking him to pull-out. "Nuh uh. You said you could handle it, so take this cock like the little bitch you are." And with that he commenced fucking me, sliding his big cock in and out of my hole. I continued to wince at the pain, but eventually I adjusted and start writhing in ecstasy begging him to fuck me - harder. He obliged my request and started to slam-fuck my hole, pulling almost all the way out and slamming all the way back in with each thrust. After a minute he mentioned that it looked he had torn me up a bit because a little bit of blood is coming out on his cock. He made the remark with a sly smile that I didn't understand, but in reality I didn't really care: his cock felt so good. The fucking intensified and he panted "You know how I said I was negative before?" "Yeah" I grunted. "I lied. Now take my POZ cum like the cheating little whore you are!" he yelled as he shot his load deep into my hole. He had me pinned underneath himself so I can't get out and he left his cock buried in me for a minute, presumably to make sure the load was absorbed. Finally, he pulled out, tossed my clothing at me and said "Maybe next time you'll think twice before cheating on one of my friends, you little cocksucker. Now get the fuck out of my house."

I am a sub masc asian bottom, handsome, 29 years old and 145 pounds and fit with a great ass and hole. The combination of my cocktail, as usual, had turned me into the biggest submissive cock slut bottom so I was looking to get bred. For the longest time most people were not very responsive, but this one Mexican top guy who was around my age and tall with a nice thick cock kept open the line of communication but was unfortunately really looking for a 3 person group (2 tops and 1 bottom). I had given up hope when he stated that he couldn't find anyone and that was it getting late and that he was heading to bed. 20 minutes shortly after that message, I got a text saying he'd found another top: a 30 y/o handsome beautiful Black man who was not only buff and well proportioned, but also had a beautiful big cock to go along with it. The two were interested in sharing me, taking turns tagging my hole, and in 15 minutes we all met up at the Mexican top's place. The moment we get through his door I strip out of my black tank top and drop my shorts (not wearing any underwear) to stand fully nude in front of our lovely Mexican host. I get on my knees like a good sub btm, unbuckle his pants and fish out a nice thick uncut cock. Immediately I envelope it with my mouth, alternating between going all the way down to the shaft and then making little licks along the side of the shaft and the base, all the while looking up. The Black guy rejoins us from the bathroom and he too, gets undressed and I shift my attention to the nice 8" cut piece of meat pointing straight at me. I am in heaven as i have a cock in each hand, making sure to give each one ample attention from my mouth. Looking up and seeing these two tops standing over me while I serviced their cocks was such a big turn on for me and for them, that soon we moved it to the next level. Mexican top got behind me and brought me back to a standing position before bending me forward so that he could go to town rimming my hole. His tongue was so intrusive; these weren't gentle licks but rather directed tongue thrusts with the intent of getting my hole nice and wet and open for what was to come next. While he was doing that, the Black top stood in front of me as I clung to his thighs to steady myself from the force of the rim job. He gently waved that wonderful black cock in front of my face as a signal that I should be servicing it appropriately with my mouth. This went on for some time before I could sense that I was about to do what I was there to do. I felt some cold lube being applied to my hole from behind, and I quickly reached for my poppers. As i began to take my first inhales, I could feel that firm Mexican cock head nudge against my hole, poised and ready to begin its first entry in my hole. With the poppers hitting, I let out a soft plea to "give it to me, fuck my Asian hole with your raw Mexican cock." He pushed in, slowly at first, but then without stopping he steadily sank his cock all the way to the hilt, burying it deep in my ass. I bucked forward from the pressure and sudden fullness, only to have the big black cock shoved into my throat. In the midst of my getting impaled on both ends, my eyes glanced at the closet mirrors that were reflecting our fuck, and I found myself turned on even more seeing a thick brown cock sliding in and out, disappearing in my hole from behind, and a big black cock doing the same in front as I swallowed as much of it as I could. This was heaven. The two tops tag teamed me for the better half the night, each taking turns to fuck me from behind doggy style; my face down and ass up and elevated; facing forward with my back arched as I hooked my legs underneath theirs for better leverage for me to back my ass towards their cocks. It wasn't long though, that I received my first load from the Black top with my laying on my back with my legs pulled back, and he pounding my ass. I love this position because it gives me the best view to see the tops cock disappear to the hilt inside my hole, and also I can look up and see his expression as he's feeling the breed build up. In a sudden exclamation he let me know he was cumming in me, and I immediately hook my legs around him, pulling him and his cock deep in me and ask him to not pull out just yet. He obliges and does some slow thrusting to further plant his cum deep in my hole before pulling out. Immediately, the Mexican top, who had been watching and enjoying the show, told me to get on all fours and proceeded to do some hard piston fucking. By this time my hole was fairly sloppy with the Black top's cum serving as extra lube, but even then I couldn't help letting a few moans of pain and pleasure escape with each forceful thrust. He liked to change positions frequently. He next positioned me onto my back with one leg down and one leg up, resting on his shoulder as he drove his raw cock in me without break. From there he shifted me onto my side, a position that allowed me to gaze in amazement and wonder at how easily his thick Mexican cock was now rapidly sliding in and out of my hole with little resistance. He finally shot his load and fucked his cum deep inside me in that position with a bit of extra roughplay when he looked straight into my eyes with his hands around my neck as he pounded his load deep. Definitely the best 3 some I have ever had: good chemistry all around, beautiful men with beautiful cocks, and 2 loads deposited in my hole to let me know that they own it. Below are the pics from the encounter where both tops demonstrate how much they enjoy shoving their raw cocks deep to the hilt.

The encounter is a true story of my first time visiting Slammer, a raunchy sex club in Los Angeles. My name is Josh. I’m 28 y/o, 5’9, 145 lbs, with a smooth and nicely toned body from regular hours spent at the gym. All in all I’m a decently attractive guy who had been introduced to partying back in 2014, and ever since then my sex life has never been the same. I tend to have binge episodes where I don’t have sex for months, only to have my sexual appetite and tension build up to the point of exploding, resulting in a night or two or weekend of sexual frenzy. I had not had sex for over 2 months and I was really feeling horny. There was a top fuck buddy of mine that I had played with regularly. His name is Mark, he’s about late 40’s, fit and friendly white guy. He lived in downtown Los Angeles, had his own apartment, and he was always generous with his favors. In the past he had hosted me many times for some fun long sessions, and with my building horniness reaching a peak I messaged him asking what he was doing. After waiting a short while, he responded saying he could be free after 7 PM and that I should come over. At this point my hunger and anticipation had built to a climax and I prepared for the long night ahead by showering, putting on a black jockstrap under khaki shorts and a black tank top that fit just right to show off my lean body. I also put my laptop and chargers into a bag and drove the 20 minutes over to his place. When I got to Mark’s place he let me into his apartment and greeted me in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, barefoot, having just showered. He stood just slightly shorter than me, white-gray hair sparsely covering his toned pecs down to his lightly muscled stomach. He led me to the bedroom where there was a nice clean queen size bed with pillows, a closet with sliding door mirrors, and a TV facing the bedroom. I put down my belongings and immediately took off my tank top. “So can I offer you anything to drink or anything…?” He asked me, looking at my smooth body and smiling. I knew the game. He knew what I wanted and I didn’t hesitate to ask: “Could you smoke with me a little bit while I get comfortable?” I smiled bashfully as I asked – and when he heard my question his smile widened into a big grin. “I’d be happy to oblige. In the mean time while I get ready, why don’t you go ahead and pick out a movie.” Mark motioned to the DVD collection on the TV stand, and left me to go rummage in the closet for his supplies. His movie collection was extensive and I saw many of my favorite Treasure Island Media films as well as other bareback porn films. I chose one and popped it into the DVD and started it, just as he returned to me holding a little glass bong. Mark looked me in the eyes as he lit the torch and started to heat up the crystals inside. I watched intently as little wisps of smoke began to rise from the small hole in the bowl, at which Mark looked at me and nodded for me to go ahead. He held the bong pipe to my lips as I slowly and steadily began to inhale; slowly and steadily I heard the light bubbling as I inhaled, seeing the white smoke pass through the bong, through the pipe, and feeling it entering my lungs. I focused on keeping the bubbling at just the right amount, not too much and not too little. I had so much sexual frustration built up over my dry spell that when he started to pull the torch away from the bowl I motioned for him to keep going. A look of surprise and pleasure came on his face as he continued to heat the crystals, resulting in a huge hit. After holding in that first huge hit, I blew out the first initial cloud and it engulfed us, and I quickly went back to the pipe and inhaled whatever was still left burning. Almost instantly I felt the rush, a sense of clarity and an acuity that could only come with the crystal. I also became even hornier. “Wow, what an impressive lung capacity. Now about that drink, why don’t you keep smoking while I go prepare you some Gatorade with G. How much do you take again?” “1.5 mL usually but give me 2 this time. I want you to really party me up and make me submissive.” He nodded, smiling, and headed to the kitchen. I didn’t smoke like he had told me to, but instead, slipped off my shorts and stood facing his mirrored closet door admiring my smooth muscled body wearing only the black jockstrap. I looked really hot like that and the Tina was making me feel extremely sexy and horny. Mark returned with two small glasses, one for him and one for me, smiling as he took a moment to observe my new state of undress. He handed me the glass and said cheers, and we downed the drinks. He then motioned to hand him the pipe and the torch, and he began to take a nice big hit of his own; at the end of his inhale he motioned me to lean forward and he shotgunned his hit into my mouth, which I took in completely. He put one of his other hands around the curve of my smooth ass, giving it a slight squeeze, before nodding to me and lighting the pipe again, holding it out to me. Again he gave me a huge hit, making me inhale lightly and steadily until my lungs were filled with that white smoke. “Good boy” he murmured after I blew out the massive cloud. “You want me to really party up your hole, Josh?” Mark asked me, smiling at me. I nodded yes, feeling the high of the tina starting to take hold of me and unleash the submissive bottom I am inside. “Okay, why don’t you go ahead and get on the bed, on all fours. I’m going to prepare you a nice big booty bump to really teach your hole its purpose.” I got on the bed on all fours, facing away from him, with my back arched, as I heard him rummage with his supplies. Soon enough he had a needleless syringe ready with Tina. “Is that water with Tina?” “It’s about 0.3 grams of Tina dissolved in my spit. Now face forward and let me open you up.” I faced forward as I began to feel his tongue against my hole, probing. He spat once, twice, three times in succession. I love when a top spits on my hole, making it nice and wet. He ate out my ass, taking breaks only to tell me what a sweet tight smooth hole I had. After my ass felt nice and wet from his spit, he told me that he was going to bump me, and I felt the syringe being inserted into my ass with ease. “Are you ready?” He asked me. I nodded, and felt him push the liquid into my hole; a mildly burning sensation immediately followed, and he withdrew the syringe. “Now just hold that position for a little bit.” I stayed in that position, head down, ass up, with the booty bump slowly absorbing into my system. He came back with a moist towel to wipe my hole with, before he continued rimming my hole. With his tongue, he again made it nice and wet, and suddenly, it all hit me. The booty bump was the key to the locked room where I kept my submissive slutty bottom side hidden, and suddenly that door was opened. I felt so good, his tongue against my hole, his hands squeezing and grabbing my ass. I wanted him in me and I spread my knees even farther on the bed, reaching back to spread my cheeks as far as I could, and I exclaimed “oh God I can feel the booty bump and the G. I want you inside me.” With that, Mark turned me over onto my back and put a cylindrical pillow under my ass, elevating it. He handed me a bottle of poppers and said “those are brand new poppers so they should be especially strong.” He then ate out my ass some more as he looked straight into my eyes, my feet in the air, my hands holding them back as I looked at this guy who had his tongue in my ass, making me feel all sorts of pleasure. But I was too horny and high to be satisfied with a mere rim job. I needed his big white cock in my hole and I needed it bad. “Please, spit on my hole and fuck me raw with your spit as lube.” Mark smiled at that comment and stood up, slipping his cock out from the Bike white jockstrap he was wearing. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” he replied as he positioned his hard cock against my hole, sliding it up and down. I immediately unscrewed the cap of the poppers bottle and alternated 2 hits each nostril, - big hits, big inhales that created a beautiful sound of air passing over the bottle opening, and I held my breath to keep it all in after the last hit. I capped the bottle and then resumed holding my legs back, looked straight up into Mark’s eyes and said “please fuck me with your big white cock.” As I exhaled I could feel him begin his push in- the warmth from the poppers hit me and immediately I felt the wonderful lightheadedness and relaxed and openness feeling. It mixed with the G and the T I had taken and I was fully realized – I was now the slutty submissive bottom that I was meant to be. I looked up, taking it all in as he stared back into my eyes as he pushed his big 7” thick cock into me. With only his spit as lube, he managed to get it all in, and the feeling of fullness was more pleasurable than anything in the world. I responded by pulling my legs back more, further exposing my hole, and I looked up and with the high of the poppers and G and T enabling me, I said “please fuck me Sir.”

(a few years ago) I don't know what it is about my personality or my 'aura', but I've always attracted friends who had fucked up childhoods and/or substance abuse issues. It started in high school when two of my closest friends had a parent that committed suicide. College brought new friends who were molested as kids, were speed freaks or had been in jail. There's nothing tragic about me...I had a normal family and a normal life...except that I was gay. I buried it pretty deep inside, and tried not to even think about it. I considered myself to be pretty boring. I never did anything exciting, and maybe that's tragic in and of itself. I moved to a new city for a job that was something I really wanted to do, but it didn't pay all that great. I moved into an apartment complex that was in a somewhat 'iffy' part of town. It was two levels built into a box shape with a courtyard in the middle. It was cheap and not dirty. That's all I wanted. Wouldn't you know that I met a new misfit the day I moved in. He had the unit right next to mine, and introduced himself immediately. Andy. He looked fairly normal, but there was a touch of insanity in his eyes. I would have guessed he was in the military, judging by his solid build and extremely short haircut. He was around 6'3" and clean-shaven. Cute and around my age. I didn't have a "type", but I did think he'd be the kind of man I'd be interested in. He helped me move my stuff in. And I somehow knew he was crazy. "Just a word of warning: This side gets pretty bright sun in the morning. Keep your blinds closed if you want to sleep late." "Oh, okay. I usually get up early though." "Yeah. Me too. I do maintenance here. It's not great money, but I don't have to pay rent. If you ever lock yourself out or your toilet clogs, don't go to the manager -- just come by or call me. Got your phone on you? I'll give you my number." So I guess he wasn't in the military then. I settled in and arranged what little furniture I had. It wasn't even 24 hours later that my refrigerator stopped running. Ugh. At least there were only some diet Cokes in there. I called Andy and he came over in twenty minutes. He was in shorts and sandals ---- not what I'd think a maintenance worker would wear on the job. "Well, it must be minor because most of the fridges around here are new. It might be your outlet. Give me a few minutes to look." He moved the fridge out from the wall and went looking in the back. I never knew what to do while a repairman was in your home. Do you stand there or leave them alone to do their job? I decided to go watch TV. "Shout if you need anything." As soon as I said that, he said "Done. It's fixed." "You're kidding." "Nope. The plug had just slipped out of the wall socket. It happens sometimes if the power's been off for awhile and suddenly starts back up." I felt stupid. I should have checked that on my own. "Well, sorry for making you come over for an unplugged refrigerator." "No problem, my friend. You got me away from painting and I needed a break. Mind if I hang out here for a little?" "Not at all? Want a Coke?" "Got any beer?" I didn't, so he invited me over to his place next door. He didn't have much more furniture than I did, but it was nice. Great TV and stereo. I sat on the couch and he brought me a beer. I normally never drink at all, but it seemed like there was no way I could say 'no'. "Your TV is huge, Andy. Is it HD?" "Of course. Why? Did you want to watch something? I thought we could just talk." "Oh yeah. Sure." I swallowed more beer. It was way better than the last time I tried it in school. He settled down next to me and kicked off his sandals. "So you're gay, right?" What? I'd only met him twice and had fewer than ten sentences to him. How did he know? "Well...." "Sorry. That was rude. I just kind of see things, you know?" "Like what?" "The very first time I saw you, you were bursting with secrets. You've got those eyes that say there's more there." "Okay. And, yeah. I'm gay. I've just never told anyone." "I understand. I'm gay too. I also have HIV...ever since I was sixteen." "You look healthy to me." "I'm on some good meds now. AIDS is practically curable at this point." "Oh. Good. Are there side effects?" "Some. Nothing like there used to be with the old drugs. I'm a slut. Never had a boyfriend -- just hook-ups. There's, like, five gay bars and a bath house within ten blocks of us. I'll show you around. We can go tonight if you want. It's Saturday." "Ummm...I don't think..." "You've never done anything with a guy, have you?" "No. Not ever." I didn't look at him as I talked. "I guess I always thought it would go away. I come from a very conservative area." "Ugh. That term 'conservative'. It just means 'we all agree to hate the same people'." "You're exactly right. Wow." "It's no problem, dude. Probably too early to just bring you to the gay scene on a weekend. How about if I just introduce you to a few friends of mine --- ease you into this." "Sure. Thanks." "Cool. Well, I gotta get back to painting door frames. Call me anytime." He put his flip-flops on and showed me out. I spent the next few hours alone in my apartment, thinking. This gayness wouldn't go away. It was who I was and I needed to stop hating it. "I give up! You win!"I said to an empty living room. And I quit fighting. Andy called at 10 the next morning. "Let's go get breakfast. I know you don't have any food over there. I know a good lace and my friend Zach will be there." "Sure. Give me ten minutes. and I'll come over." Panic. How do you dress for breakfast with two gay guys? I wore some of nicest 'casual' clothes and even put on a little cologne at the last second. Then I went next door. "Good morning! Wow. You look nice...I could eat you up with a spoon. And you smell good too. Mmm." He nuzzled my neck and smelled. He was wearing more or less what he was wearing yesterday. His pickup was one of those tall ones that you had to climb in. "So how do you know Zach?" "He's one of my friends. He's HIV+ as well, but you don't know that yet. Sometimes he talks about it nonstop and sometimes he doesn't. He's always changing moods. He might be dressed better than you or worse than me." "I'll be cool." The funky little diner was full of the brunch crowd. Andy looked around and spotted his buddy. Zach was probably in his late 30's and had thinning blonde hair. He had a friendly face as he stood and greeted us. "Who's this, Andy?" "My new neighbor. Tommy. He just moved to town and I'm showing him around." "Well, he has to come to the beer bust with us. Hello, young man. Sit, sit." I shook his hand and felt him mentally read me. Andy and I sat across from him and I just studied the menu. "Probably not going to the beer bust, Zach. Tommy has never been out....anywhere. I don't think unlimited beer in a room full of horny dudes is the right environment to bring him to." I was intrigued. "No. It's fine. I'll go. When does it start?" Andy pushed his knee into mine as some sort of silent signal. "Oh, honey. It's already started. It goes on all day. Our whole group is already there. Eat a big meal to prepare your stomach for this." I suddenly realized I hadn't eaten a decent meal in two days. Just snacks and diet Coke. The food wasn't great, but it was filling. Andy aid the bill and told Zach that we'd be there in an hour. Out in the hot noon air, I suddenly felt so full and so sleepy. "Thanks for breakfast, Andy. Next time it's on me." "We don't have to go to this. We can just watch TV and snooze a little. When do you start your new job?" "Not until Thursday. I just need some coffee or a Red Bull first." "Okay. As you wish. I got something better than coffee, though. Take this." He gave me a tiny pill and I swallowed it without thinking too much. I trusted this guy. By the time we got back to the apartment complex, I was feeling nervous and maybe a little hyper. "I just need to pee and then we can go." I felt like my hair was trying to crawl off of my head. Weird. I went to my apartment and got ready while Andy waited outside. "Last warning. You don't have to do this." "Let's go." "Okay. It's ten dollars at the door and they give you a wristband. Then you can drink all the beer you can as long as you can. I'll stick close to you. My friends are cool. You're safe with us around you." We got to a huge bar called "South Paw". It didn't look much different on the outside than any other tavern I'd ever seen. This would be fine. Andy payed our way in and I wore the flimsy little band on my right wrist. The sights and sounds were so intense. I felt Andy grab my hand. His instinct for what I was feeling was starting to amaze me. He led me out a door in the back where there was a patio. "My little group of pals is mostly made up of smokers. You can only smoke on the patio. There they are." His group was composed of different sizes and ages of men, but they all had the same type of military haircut as Andy. Was this a thing now? Was it fashionable all the sudden? I wondered if they were secretly skinheads -- except one two of them were of mixed race. Andy introduced them all. Mark, Rick, Tony, etc. I was bad at remembering names even in the best of circumstances. "Hi. Nice to meet you." One of them grinned broadly. "Andy, is he a new member of our club?" "NO. This is Tom, and he's new to town. Be nice and don't scare him." "You can call me Tommy," I added. "Yeah. Tommy suits you better -- you look like a kid. Want a cigarette, Tommy?" Suddenly I did. I'd never liked the smell of smoke before, but it seemed like a good way to bond with the group. "Thanks." Andy kept me close as we sat down and joined the party. "Jesus, Andy...go get the kid a beer already." He obeyed because obviously this guy was "the leader" I guess. Once I was alone with this group, I decided to ask about the haircuts. I was just so curious. One guy who hadn't spoken yet answered with "It's part of being in the club. It's a rule we all follow...except for Zach." "I don't have much hair left, asshole. I already explained that I'm not shaving what little I have. Besides, I have tenure. I'm above 400,000 now." The others nodded and started trading numbers. 300k, 250k, etc. I figured out they were talking about HIV. They all had it. I thought that the new drugs lowered the viral amounts to almost zero. Guess I needed to read more. Andy came back and handed me a plastic cup of beer. "What have you been telling him?" "He asked about the haircuts." "Oh," Andy looked a tad bit worried. "It's our thing. Easy to recognize each other in a crowd." "I get it. Thanks for the beer. It's not very cold, though." "That's why it's so cheap, boy. Don't worry. You won't notice after we do some shots," Zach assured. "Shots? Like a shot of something, like drugs?" I felt stupid as they all laughed. "No. Whiskey. Mark is a diabetic and they him bring a bag in with his needles and shit. He always packs a fifth of JD in there. Shots here are four bucks a piece." The big, mixed-race guy pulled out his bottle and we all took discreet sips. Andy put his hand on my leg and whispered in my ear. "You can just pretend to drink it if you want." But I liked the foul, burning taste...it went well with the smoke I was inhaling. And I was relaxing a bit. I didn't even care that I was surrounded by poz guys... who seemed to take pride in their virus. Andy took medication so he couldn't be like that. Right? "Is there a cigarette machine here?" I wanted another one. "Yeah, but it's always out of order. Here." Zach handed me one and lit it for me. The light changed and it got later. Andy seemed to want me to leave with him and go someplace else, but I was happy here. We stayed and drank more beer and shots. By the time it was almost dusk, the place got crowded and the music got louder. I needed to pee. Andy escorted me to the restroom and stood by the door while I went. So many men! I hadn't even taken time to check them out. Wasn't this what it was about? They all looked fuck-able to me. Dicks and beards and tight jeans and big boots. When I finished, I walked out and got mashed by the crowd. Somebody grabbed my ass. I couldn't find Andy as I was moved out towards the dance floor. Where was the patio? I was lost. I got pushed up against the wall by Mark the diabetic smuggler. He towered over me and leaned in close. "You lost, Tommy?" "Sort of. I'm trying to find Andy." "Why? You think he's trying to find YOU??. You in love with him or something? Andy doesn't have boyfriends." "I know. But he's my ride home." "I'll give you a ride, little boy. Feel this." He rubbed his hard crotch against my stomach. "Touch it if you want. It's the biggest one here...big enough to make you a club member for life." As rude as this all was, I kind of wanted to touch him down there. I felt my own dick get hard. I reached toward the fly of his pants just as Andy appeared. "Back the fuck off, Mark. Tom and I are leaving now." He grabbed my hand and was leading me away. "How 'bout a little respect, dude. Remember I'm the only guy with the syringes." "Ignore him. Let's go." Once we were back out on the street, Andy seemed to be angry. With Mark? With me? "What's wrong?" "I should not have brought you here. You aren't ready and I thought my friends would be nicer. I need a smoke." "You?" "Yeah. I smoke, Tommy. I just didn't want to do it in front of you for some reason. I wanted you to think more of me." "Why? You saw me smoke." "You don't know what you're doing. This was too fast. Let's share a smoke and go home." We sat on the curb and shared a cig from the pack he'd had with him the whole time. I suddenly didn't want one anymore. We drove home in mostly silence when Andy finally asked, "What he do to you? What did he say?" "He rubbed his groin on me and said he could get me into your club. He also said not to fall in love with you because you don't have boyfriends. What's the deal with your club, Andy?"' "I'll fill you in later. That dumb fuck. I hate him, but he's sometimes a good guy. Sometimes." We got back to the apartment complex, and I wanted to invite Andy in, but he was still mad and distracted. I just went to bed with an upset stomach. I slept like a rock and didn't wake u until that morning sun snaked it's way around the blinds. My mouth tasted horrible. I was in the middle of my shower when Andy knocked at my door. I was still wet and wearing only a towel around my waist when I answered. "Oops. Sorry. I should have called first. I brought McDonald's breakfast since we never had dinner last night. Get dressed and I'll set everything up." I came back it in a t-shirt and shorts. Andy had already taken his flip-flops off and was setting paper plates of fast food breakfast on my little coffee table. I let him ick out something to watch since I didn't even know the channels in this area. We settled on some 70's movie about spies or something. "Thanks for this." "No problem. Mark called me last night. He wanted to apologize to both of us. It's all cool now." "Tell me about your club, Andy. Not later. NOW." He wiped his mouth, leaned back and closed his eyes. "This is too much information, buddy. But I guess I'll have to tell you eventually." "I'm not all that shock-able. I've heard everything." "Okay. Just...just don't avoid me after I tell you. I like you and we're neighbors. Promise? Promise you'll still like me?" "Yes." "Well...you probably already know we're all HIV+. And we all know each other from all the fucking we've done around town. We all started taking meds about the same time. And then we quit medicating." "What? Why?" "I don't know if I can explain it exactly. It all got too safe and too boring. We were all sitting around Zach's place one night and decided that, together, we could develop a mutant strain of HIV that couldn't be controlled by a drug company. It started as a fantasy. Then we got serious about it. It was exciting. We all flushed our pills at the same time. We fucked each other and others with no hesitation." "Wow, Andy. I don't want you to be sick." "I know you don't. But I haven't told you the worst. Mark let's us use his syringes to draw our blood and inject each other. He sometimes does it to strangers, but I swear to you that I haven't. And over the past year, we started competing. Everybody wants the highest viral count. Mine is now just a hair over 300,000. Zach's is the highest...he's almost full-blown. Mark is u there too. Tell me what you're thinking, Tommy." "I...uh...I want you to stop this. I like you and I want to be your boyfriend, but not if you're hell-bent on destroying yourself. There you go." "I've never seen your face without all the secrets hiding it. Can I kiss you?" We kissed and I felt electricity in every atom in my body. We made out on the couch and it almost felt like it would go further, but it didn't. Andy left with a big boner in his shorts and said he'd see me later. The next afternoon Mike came by. "Break time! Come out and have a smoke with me. It's so nice outside." We went and sat on the steps.He smoked, but I didn't. "What are you doing today, Andy?" "Trimming bushes. It's messy, but not that hard. Want to come down and keep me company?" Of course I did. He was cutting and trimming while I just sat om the grass and watched. I knew that I loved him. It was a fact. "Hey -- I thought maintenance guys always wore work boots. Why are you in sandals?" "They make those boots in my size...14, but they don't make 'em wide enough. I inherited my dad's wide, flat feet." "Oh. Sorry if I ask too many questions." "No. Ask anything." "Were you molested as a kid?" I already knew the answer. "Oh, yeah. Brothers, uncles, neighbor kids. I got taller and bigger and decided to do some molesting of my own. I was a bad seed. Why did you ask that?" "I've known a lot of people who went through bad shit. I had a collection of damaged friends." "They were drawn to you, Tommy. You're stable. Or maybe they saw those invisible walls you had been building and wanted to hide behind them too. With you." Yep. I loved him. "What are your goals?" "Seriously? You haven't started your job yet and already you're asking corporate questions. My goals are always changing. At the moment, I just want to be happy. What about you?" "I want to have a better life than I ever imagined. I don't mean being rich in a mansion. I just want to be satisfied." "Well put. 'Satisfied' is a good goal. I have to mow now. Can I drop by after I'm done?" "Sure. Watch your toes." He laughed and left me alone. I watched him walk toward the shed. He was beautiful. His butt and legs and strong back. I sat in my apartment and tried to memorize the TV channels. I ended up on one of the public access stations and watched one of those high school quiz shows. I was on a quiz bowl team back in the day, but was never on TV. I sat and was absorbed for a good hour when my Andy came by. "Done already?" "Yeah. There's not much grass here. What the hell are you watching? Game shows? Come over and have a beer with me. You're gonna be a working boy soon -- we need to party now." His apartment smelled like him and I felt my dick rise. He instantly took off his sandals and his t-shirt. "It's getting warmer out there now. I can turn on the AC if you want." "I'm fine, but turn it on if you need it." He handed me a cold can of beer and we settled on the couch. "Nah. I'm good now. How 'bout if I play some music. Ever heard of Matthew Sweet? He's a goddamn genius. There's a few songs I want you to hear." "Cool." He fiddled around with his stereo, and then the great music started. It was rock, but not harsh or heavy. This Matthew guy had a decent voice and sounded like his heart was breaking. I picked out a few lyrics... "Don't you need somebody to love?" "I want to be your boyfriend." It was just so dreamy. I forgot about his club and his disease. He put his arm around me, and I could smell his new sweat and cut grass. This time I kissed him first...and let my hands wander around his bare chest. His nipples were hard and sharp and perfect. I knew some things. I knew I wanted to have sex with him...and I knew I wanted him to give me his raw dick. He'd always been able to read my mind --- maybe he could now. "Andy...I..." "Shh. I know. Let's go to my bed. I should probably take a shower first." "Not now. Please?" "As you wish, Tommy." We both got entirely naked and wrestled around on top of his comforter. It was heaven. There was so much I wanted to do with him and so much I wanted him to do with me, but I was too afraid to make the first move. I think he knew that. How could he read my mind so easily? He got over me and positioned his big dick right over my face. I wasted no time. I took as much as I could..and a little more. He liked it. He did some push-ups on my face. A poz cock was going in and out of my mouth, but it belonged to a man I loved. "OK. I need you to know that I love having my ass licked. I like it almost as much as I like fucking. Can you do it for me, please?" "Sit down." He plopped his butt on top of my face and sat down hard. I wasn't sure how to go from here. I just stuck my tongue in his hole. Everything was new. I must have done a good job because he moaned and started sliding u and down my face with the heels of his feet dug into the side of my head. Funny how his asshole tasted like mowed grass too. I just wanted to please him. My Andy. He was starting to sweat more. "You've done it now, neighbor. I'm going to have to fuck you." He was reading my mind again. I could breathe again. "Yes. I want this." He was working his dick furiously. "I'll try to make it quick. You're not ready for a long session. Just hold on as best you can." I was talking to him with my mind. Yes, I want you. I want your cum and all the things in it. He lifted my legs up and rested my ankles on his shoulders. It was happening. He pressed that fat head against my ass. I was ready. He got in and I yelled. Loud. It felt like he was breaking me. He put a wide hand over my mouth. It smelled like grass too. He didn't stop, just kept going in harder and deeper. I can't say it felt good, physically. But my mind loved it. He was becoming a part of me now. He knew what I was thinking and quickened his pace. And came. In me. Naked as the day he was born. I held him so tight. So tight. His dirty sperm was now tainting my system. It would be OK. I spent the night in his bed. Cum and blood were everywhere. It was fine. I had unworried dreams. I guess I was in the club now. Now we're a couple. Dating and calling ourselves 'boyfriends'. We are bonded so tightly. I tried to get him to teach me his mind-reading abilities, but he claims it only works on me. I tested HIV+ a few months later. I went on meds and so did Andy. I have no idea what happened to the club. I guess we got each other banned from that group. Gay marriage is legal now and I wanted to propose to him, but of course he beat me to the punch. I'm wearing the ring now as I type this.

I`d had a busy day on the road and was looking forward to checking into my hotel, having a shower and a couple of drinks. My day got worse when I pulled up outside to see there was a sign saying it was closed due to a gas leak in the kitchen. I saw one of the reception staff and she told me there was a hotel on the same street that I could go to. Things were bad but, they went even further downhill very quickly when I saw the hotel. The place I was supposed to be staying in was 5star with reception staff in uniforms. This place had a stroppy black kid who demanded £50 cash for a room. I could here him telling his mate in the back room that he`d just" fleeced some white cunt" which pissed me off no end. he was obviously keeping the cash for himself. Anyway I was in no mood to argue and trundled off to my room. It was suprisingly not a bad room so I opened a beer and settled down. I decided that I would have a shower then try to find somewhere for food. I felt a lot better after a nice shower and went to get another beer from my bag. I was naked when I came out the bathroom and got a shock when that fucking black kid was raking through my bag. I shouted at him to get the fuck out of my room but he just laughed and told me to fuck off. What I didnt know was his mate was standing behind me. He grabbed me by the neck and pushed me to the floor. Then he kicked me full in the stomach, he then jumped on me and punched me a few times in the head. He laughed at me and told me" not so hard are you now you white cunt". His mate said" he`ll be hard if you stick that big cock of yours up him Delroy " I realised I was in serious trouble now as the stroppy kid came over and knelt on my arms and pulled my legs right back exposing my arse to Delroy. The kid was called Kenny and he unzipped his trousers and smacked me in the face with his big black cock. " fancy this white boy?" he said wiping his cock over my face. I couldnt move. I was on my back with Kenny kneeling on my arms and my legs up against my chest. I could feel something at my arse, and then real pain as Delroy pushed his huge cock up me." you want some black jizz up you white boy? he said There was nothing I could do. I was overpowered by them and they were `nt going to let me go till they`d had their fill of fucking me. Delroy was pounding me hard and the pain was unreal. His cock was massive and it felt like it had torn my hole. When he came he pushed the full length in and filled my arse with his black seed. "you fucking like that white boy?. you fucking like a load of black spunk up your white arse do you?" He withdrew his cock and wiped it over my face and changed places with Kenny. Kenny slipped up me easily. he wasnt as big as Delroy plus there was a heavy load of spunk to lubricate him. He started to fuck me really hard and I felt his spunk gush out of his cock and mix in with Delroys load. Delroy was laughing " thats a nice loaded white arse you have there boy". I thought it was over but realised that Kenny was still hard, and still up my arse. He just kept thrusting in me and after about 5 mins shot another load up me. My hole was leaking spunk and blood all over the carpet but it didnt stop them. Delroy was wanking himself in my face and Kenny had 2 fingers up my arse pushing all their black seed up me. Delroy was about to shoot and he took great pleasure in blowing all over my face and pushing his big black cock in my mouth making me swallow some of his spunk. Then it was over. They got dressed,still laughing at me. Delroy said he was coming back later with some more friends to " give your pretty white arse a good ganging". Then they left. I quickly got dressed and legged it to my car. I could hear them laughing as i ran past reception still with their spunk running out of my ruined hole .

This is a true story. I am a 21 twink bottom. I have brown hair, and a smooth thin body. Until last April had never been fucked bareback. I have been fucked by a lot of dudes in my life, but always safe, as far as I know. The night I got barebacked started like a lot of nights for me: I was on Grindr, searching for a top with whom I could hookup. Then I found what I was looking for: a muscle top, in his mid-40. He was beautiful, very nice and very charming. We chatted a bit, he told me he wanted to take me raw. I told him I only played safe. It seemed not to be an issue for him as he said he would fuck me using a condom. I showered, I douched, made myself and my ass perfect, and then went to his place. Once at his place, he welcomed me, and I asked to use the bathroom. I peed, and left the bathroom. Then I saw him, completely naked, laying on the bed. I lay next to him, and tried to kiss him, but he clearly wasn't interested as he guided my head down to his cock, naturally expecting me to suck him. Damn, his dick was so good. It made me so horny. After a while, he made me stop, and positioned me on my back. He climbed behind me, lifted my legs a bit, wrapping them around his waist, as he leaned over to kiss me as his cock head slid about my ass crack, torturing my ass for five minutes or so. I was beyond horny, and let him know saying "I can't take it, I need your dick in my ass." Then he took some poppers and gave them to me. I took a deep hit and got hornier. He knew after a bit hit I wouldn't be able to resist his dick. Positioning his cock against my hole, he dribbles some lube into my hole, as he pressed forward. His dick entered so easily, I was in paradise. However, being a safe sex guy, I automatically blurted out "You should put a condom. Now." "Don't worry, I will, I'm just opening your hole. I'll put on a condom before we get into serious fucking." I guess I was easily convinced as, when his dick had reached balls deep, and after he had administered some additional poppers, he started to fuck me raw and I couldn't object. It was by far the best fuck I ever experienced - the sensation of his skin in my ass made me feel so close with him. I managed to ask him not to cum inside my hole, and he agreed, even as he continued fucking me. Few minutes later, as he was fucking me, he asked "I am going to cum soon, do you want me to cum on your chest?" I was so horny, this fuck blow minded me. I wanted his cum inside my hole, so I responded "No, please, keep fucking me. Cum in my hole. I want your cum in my ass." Then, for the first time ever, I felt a raw dick cumming in my ass. It felt amazing. He wasn't a romantic, however. Climbing off, he stepped into the shower without saying a word, leaving me on the bed, my ass filled with cum. I stayed there for a minute, then put my clothes on, and left before his shower was over. I haven't tried bareback again since that day.

Doubt means don't. "Sorry, I won't be able to make it, but I wanna hear all about it on Monday."

What I want right now Poz Loads, AIDS Loads, Getting fucked and fucking, Sucking and Swallowing..... Who wants to help please think faggot pup needs it bad

Its been a really busy few days on vacation down on the farm ... always plenty to see and do. It all started when we got Jed to do some groundwork with his big bucket ...... Then Andy had to lift up a container with a sling & pulley, ready for plugging ...... We found the two agency guys in the barn erecting a scaffold ..... ...... so that Jed, our plumber could get into the loft to inspect the tank ..... ..... it all got a bit more interesting when Dave dropped his hammer and nails ....

Knowing that I was probably going to be getting a right workover that night, I spent my time waiting for Ben by lubing and loosening my hole as best I could. I retrieved a rather large carrot from the fridge, peeled it and then put it in some warm water for a while before working it into my arse, and once I was used to that I had a go with half a cucumber. By the time I was done I was pretty loose, and had squirted quite a bit of lube up there in the process. Ben turned up shortly after 7pm, dressed in a tracksuit and carrying a sports bag. After I let him in he set the bag down on the coffee table, stood and looked at me for a moment, and then sat down on the sofa to start unloading the bag. A few minutes later and I was standing there with a really fat padded leather collar round my neck, matching wrist and ankle restraints, and a wide leather harness tightly gripping my chest and shoulders. “Right” he said, “that’ll do. Now, put this on.” He handed me a loose tracksuit, which I put on over the leather accessories. He then pulled out a big pair of leather boots and told me to put them on, allowing me to go and get some socks to go underneath them. We had to adjust the ankle restraints to their loosest so they would sit just above the top of the boots, before zipping up the bottom of the tracksuit legs to cover them. Once I was dressed and ready we headed out, getting an Uber for quite some time. I realised we must be somewhere in northwest London, perhaps near Kilburn, but I wasn’t sure as I hadn’t seen any tube stations or other landmarks to identify the area. Ben had made me leave my mobile at home, and from where I was sitting I couldn’t see the driver’s satnav. We pulled up in an area of dark and deserted buildings that looked like warehouses, some of which had broken windows and barbed wire round the fences. The driver checked we were sure we were where we wanted to be, which Ben acknowledged before we got out. He led me round the corner and in between some buildings, and then round another corner I saw some men up ahead hanging around outside a door smoking. We passed in between them to get to the door, all of them giving me looks as I went through that ranged from smirks to leers. Once inside we made our way along a corridor, and then right into a surprisingly clean and well-lit room where there were benches, lockers and an adjoining set of showers. Ben then had me strip out of the tracksuit, before he did the same with his. Underneath he was wearing a similar get-up to me, with the addition of some leather armbands but without a collar like mine. “OK” he said, taking my hand, “let’s get you downstairs.” He led me out of the changing room and through a doorway opposite, through which was a staircase that went down between red-painted walls. At the bottom we went through a curtain, and emerged into a full-blown sex club. There was a large area with a bar, and I could see several rooms off at the sides and far end. There were only a few guys there standing at the bar, and I quickly realised they were Mitch, Rob, Gavin and some of the others from work. “Here he is!” said Rob, smiling broadly at me. I smiled back at him, and looked around at the others. “Hey guys” I said. “You ready?” asked Mitch. “Er, I guess” I said, “but I’m not sure for what.” “The rest of your life” said Rob, winking at me. I smiled nervously at him, and was grateful when Gavin handed me a beer. I took a few swigs and began to relax, despite everyone else except Ben being dressed in normal casual clothes while I was there in a leather fetish outfit. I managed to join in the conversations, and eventually had sunk two beers and a couple of cocktails. “Right” said Ben, “let’s get on with this. Is the room ready?” he asked Rob. “Yep, got the big one down the end” he replied. They all then set off down to the far end of the bar room, milling around me and encouraging me forward as they did. We went through a door into another corridor, and then at the end turned left through an arch into a fairly large room. In the middle was a sling attached to hooks on the ceiling, and over at the side was some kind of padded bench. There were a few seats around the room, a couple of bottles of lube on the floor, but that was otherwise all there was to it. “OK my boy” said Ben, taking my hand and leading me to the sling, “let’s get you settled.” He encouraged me to turn around, plant my buttocks on the end of the sling and then lie backwards in to it. I shuffled a bit once in position, and then he hoisted my legs up into the air. He put my boots through some hoops, and then attached the ankle restraints to the chains with a couple of clasps. He then made his way to the other end, raising my arms and attaching the wrist restraints to the chains in the same way. “Fuck me, his hole is gaping” said Lucas. “You already fucked him?” he asked Ben. “Not for a few hours” he replied, before turning to me. “You been working on yourself?” “Er, yeah, just some things from the fridge” I said, blushing. Ben smiled. “Awesome” he said, “that means no waiting around.” With that, he lubed himself up and then pushed into me, starting a fast and furious fuck almost immediately. I don’t know how long I lay there with my former colleagues using me, but they all bred me at least twice. I was completely helpless with my wrists and ankles restrained on the chains, so I just took the fuckings without protest. Eventually the guys tired out, and started to zip up their trousers and put their tops back on. Each of them came over and gave my arse a playful slap before leaving, so that I was finally left alone with just Ben. “So” he said, smiling at me, “did you enjoy your leaving do?” “Yes sir” I said, smiling. “Good” he replied. “Now I think it’s time for the second part of your night.” I looked at him quizzically, and then he turned and left the room. He was gone for a few minutes, leaving me prone in the sling to contemplate what he had lined up for me next. Then he eventually reappeared, with a few guys I didn’t know following him. “Gentlemen, here he is” he announced. “He’s well-loaded already, so just enjoy yourselves.” He then came over to me and stood beside the sling, putting his hand on the top of my head and stroking my hair while he looked down at me with a slightly sad-looking smile on his face. “Boy, it’s time for you to become who I think you really are” he said, “so you can enjoy the rest of your life free of inhibitions.” “What?” I asked. “Don’t hate me” he finished, before leaning down and kissing my lips. Then he was gone, and I was alone with a roomful of men leering at me and my gaping hole. It was then that I noticed their tattoos...

The steps creak up the steep staircase. The smell of sweat and bleach saturate the carpet. He promised me a full charge load. Saved for me. Saved just for me. Palms already sweaty I pay the room fee. Fresh bottle of rush and scribble my name into the sheet like everyone else has done. He says he's already. "Dark room. Hurry, pig." He calls me pig. And he's right. That's what I am. Only happy when I feel the skin on skin contact. Only happy when I know that I'm doing something I know I shouldn't. That I know will get me into trouble. Drop off my stuff in the room and take that first sniff of poppers. Rush and warmth. It's dark down the halls and my head is already spinning. My hole twitches as I head down to the dark room. Several doors are open, revealing asses facing the door, and guys stroking, guys checking out their phones. If any of the guys want me, I'm game. I don't care who plays with me. I see the faint outline and subtle glow of the bleached white towels. He's sitting off in the corner, stroking his hefty cock. I sat down and look to my left. Yeah, it was definitely him. I take a long sniff. "Good pig." He says while stroking his cock some more. He's on the top seat. I'm in the bottom. I move over and position myself, knees on the overused cushion I lick up the base of that cockring engorged dick and I can feel the girth and weight of what I'm going to take. Its heavy, heavier than the pictures made it. Heavier than I thought. Full of poz cum that I wanted, that I needed to be inside me. My mouth envelops his cock and I get to work. Desperately trying to make him wet and harder. I need him to feel like he's more than me. I need him to see that I am a good pig. That I deserve his seed. He moans. He squeals. He tells me to get on my hands and knees. I obey. Propped up against the bench I take a long hit of my poppers as I feel heat at my back door. He enters. This isn't love. This isn't first time. There's pain. But Only for a second. I know he's tearing me. I know he doesn't care. All I know is that finally I feel whole. He grabs my shoulders and starts his assault. He's slow at first. Then fast. He calls me his bitch. He calls me a pig. "Fuck that's hot." I realize now there are two other guys there. A black guy and a young white guy. The black guy moves up in the bench. My hole still taking a pounding. "He in you raw?" He asks. "Yes." I squeak. I feel so used as these men watch this old man pound at my hole. "Can I go next?" The young white guys. He's stroking his long thin cock "Sure." My buddy says. He starts to pick up the pace. He's getting closer. "Suck this dick" the black guy says and brings his cock to my mouth. I take it. He's larger than my friend. He smells like sweat and b.o. The only sounds are me sucking and my friend slamming against my hole. "Fuck!!!!" He yells. Thats the first one. He pulls out. Slaps my ass and casually says.....next.... ***hope you guys got off. More to come. First time posting like this hope you enjoy***

PART ONE It all started innocently enough. I know that's what everyone says but it certainly wasn't my intention for things to end up the way they did. My wife died about 20 years ago. For around five years I didn't know what to do with myself, then I discovered the joys of gay sex and was fully-fledged in that lifestyle for a long time keeping it all hidden from my family who thankfully live a long way away. Over that time there wasn't much I didn't try or do to someone else, and we usually did it raw. Unfortunately it bit me on the ass in the end and I ended up poz. It didn't worry me too much as I knew it was gonna happen sooner or later & I was still taking pretty good care of myself despite the fact my daughter was still under the impression I must be living a lonely life. Far from it in fact! The house I had was pretty big though & I was intending to buy a smaller place, seeing it was only me living there aside from any overnight/weekend/weekly "guests" I might have had. My daughter had the great idea of sending her son to help me pack up the house over around a week or so. I didn't think I needed any help but she thought "it'll be good for him & you'll need the company". Great. I didn't have any problems with the boy, he was about 20 years old, straight and a lovely guy but by God the kid was dumb. I'd also heard that some of my "friends" were gonna be in town for a few days and I was intending to catch up with them. Timing! My sex drive wasn't a patch on what it used to be but I was looking forward to catching up with them for some drinks & a good gossip. I'd been up pretty late watching some porn so the banging on the door at 10am came as a bit of a shock. I staggered to the door and was greeted by Brett's smiling face. "Hey there gramps! It's so good to see you!" He stepped inside & gave me a big hug. I tended to only catch up with them round Xmas time and wasn't on social media so I had no idea how much he'd grown, or to be more precise, bulked up. The boy was in fantastic shape. "Thought I'd get here nice & early to get a full day's work in" he said. I can't fault the kid's attitude I guess. "You don't look ready though!" He laughed. "Is there anywhere you want me to start while you have a shower & breakfast?" "Um....sure...the garage I guess?" I replied in my morning haze. "Sure, I'll get straight to it!" About half an hour later with a full belly & a clean body I walked out to my garage. Brett had done a power of work and I could see a bunch of boxes set up for me to determine whether to keep, throw or store. His body showed at too as his young body was coated in sweat. "Wow boy, there'll be nothing left for me to do at this rate!" "I know gramps. Once I get to that part of the garage behind the sheet it'll all be done!" Oh fuck, I thought to myself, I'd forgotten about that this morning. One of the things I really used to love particularly when I was "entertaining", was to use a sex sling. It didn't really worry me too much if I was giving or receiving, I just loved using the damn thing. God knows how many times I seeded a guy or received it myself in that thing. The stories it could tell! I only just realised that my grandson was just about to reveal it. "Well Brett, looks like you could probably do with a break, I'll take it from here!" "No way Gramps, I'm just getting started!" and then the idiot walked over to the sheet and pulled it back. "WOW!!!! What's this Gramps?" My face went bright red (and it's a long time since I've been embarrassed) thinking the secret was well & truly revealed now. "You & Grandma must've got up to all sorts of stuff huh?" By God, how dumb is this kid, she's been dead for nearly twenty years! How sentimental does he think I am! "Ahhhhh yeah, well you know...I was hoping you wouldn't see that" I stammered, thankful for him being so naïve & stupid. "It used to get a bit of work, not so much any more." That part was at least true, he just didn't know that it wasn't his grandmother that was on the receiving end. "So how does it work Gramps? There's a seat & stirrups and a few things here." The dumb boy sat up in the seat, put one of his legs up into the stirrups and was trying with his other one. You know how in movies there's the cliché where a docile animal or person will get a taste for blood or something will just trigger a different side of their personality and then they'll become a maniac. As I looked over to the sling, it wasn't my grandson that I saw. My insatiable sex drive returned and it was a sweaty well-built young man in little to no clothing with his legs spread who was more or less totally helpless. I smiled and I could feel my cock hardening as I walked over to the sling. "I can show you how it works if you like..." END OF PART ONE

Anyone knows a good gloryhole setup for a typical NYC apt? My apt has an ideal layout where the entrance to my apt leads to either my kitchen or the living room both with a door frame at the entrance. Ideally I want to setup my gloryhole at the entrance facing the living room so dude's just have access to only to a limited area. Also makes it simple for guys to walk in get their cocks sucked and walk out. Looking for something not too expensive but durable enough that can take a lot of cocksucking action. Open to ideas here.

Alex knew he had messed up... ---- He had always been a decent student in high school, but over the last year his performance had begun to decline. Admittedly, he knew it was probably due to running with a rougher crowd. See, all throughout middle school and high school, he had been kind of a loner. Well liked, but with few close friends. He could never pinpoint why exactly. Nominally, he was friends with most of the popular crowd, living in the same nice neighborhood, playing on the same baseball and soccer teams, getting along with everyone. And while at practice or a game, he was friends with everyone, one of the bros. Yet, he seemed to never received an invite for the causal party at a friend's house while the parents were away. He had never received the causal invite to hang out with "the guys." However, it seemed when people liked to hang out with him one on one. His friend Tanner, well liked by everyone and known as a funny guy, would call him up at random times to hang out. He mostly spent his time hanging out with other football players, but Alex would get a call to hangout on the weekend or to grab something to eat. Likewise, Ben would call him up to hangout and play COD or shoot the shit and chill. Beyond that, he mostly hung out with Shelby or Taylor and their friends, although he always felt like the odd man out being the only guy a lot of the time. Other than that it always seemed like he would make friends with random girls real fast. It always started with striking up chats and school or church and exchanging numbers. Then it always seemed like the girls would be extra friendly and chatty, calling him up to hang out after school or on the weekends. And for Alex, it would always end up the same. The girl would try to hold his hand, becoming more touchy, making plans like dates. It sucked for Alex because these were never the girls he really liked. Never the hot, unobtainable girls who seemed to hang out exclusively with the biggest, most popular jocks. If he could get a girl like that, he told himself, than he'd really want to go for it. At 18, he already felt weird for being a virgin, he's friends seeming to sense that it wasn't something to ask about. And it wasn't as if Alex wasn't fit. At almost 6 feet and 160 lbs, with blond hair and blue eyes, he knew he looked good. He had a nice six pack and a handsome face. He knew he looked at bit young, looking like he was 16 or 15 despite having just turned 18. But it never bother him. In fact, he kind of liked it. He knew it wasn't just him either. He had made a few instagram accounts, under random pseudonyms, where he posted faceless picture of himself. He mostly posted shirtless photos and got a lot of random compliments, which oddly made him feel kind of good. He knew it was silly to put stock in the opinions of internet strangers but it kind of turned him on too. He would get messages encouraging him to show more skin, show his face, take some underwear pics, even to post some nudes. He was still to shy to show his face but did oblige the commenters by taking some pictures in his boxer briefs and even some rather revealing briefs he had bought on the low down a few months ago. He wasn't sure why, but he was way to embarrassed to ask his mom to buy them or even to put them in the wash. The idea had been put in his mind when he was shopping with his brother. He saw some of the briefs and really wanted to buy them. They were pretty skimpy looking and colorful, basically the opposite of the dark colored boxer briefs he knew guys his age preferred. And they seemed even skimpier than the standard briefs on sale. He had spent nearly two hundred dollars on several pairs. He even included a couple of jock straps which really excited him in a low key. He kept them hidden in the back of his dresses behind his more traditional underwear and undershirts. Any day he knew he didn't have to change for practice or another place, he had them on. It made him feel sexy, even though he didn't think it would do to much to turn on a girl. One night, after drink some vodka his old brother had bought him, he did a full series of underwear pics. He wore some of his most revealing underwear and posed in it; he even had enough liquid courage to include his face in them. Of course, the next morning, remembering this, he deleted the pics. However, not before noticing that he had dozens of comments on them from the commentators. This got him going but before he could take care of himself, he hoped in the shower to get ready for church. Drying off, he quickly slipped on a pair of CK briefs before putting on the rest of his clothes, knowing that it'd make him feel sexy all day. Leaving the house, he knew he was going to be late to school, as he had been many times before this year. He blamed it on not caring, being a senior and all, even though he knew it put him danger of flunking first period English. Thankfully, his teacher seemed to turn a blind eye to it, Alex being a charismatic and funny kid how did well in class despite his absenteeism. He made up with Blake a few block from campus and parked behind him. "What's up man," Blake said, chilling, as Alex hoped into the back sit. His girl, Mariam, was in the front sit and her friend, Kelly was in the backseat. "Kelly, Mariam, what's up?" Alex said. He and Blake had gotten pretty tight over the semester. A lot of people were surprised. Alex had always been a pretty straight laced kid while Blake had a reputation for being pretty wild. He had been arrested twice for public drunkenness and possession of marijuana, though his dad had gotten him off with light punishments both times. However, something in Alex had kind of clicked over the year. Something in him that just wanted to say fuck it, have fun. "Hey Alex," Mariam said before returning to Kelly to talk about their plans to go to the city on Saturday and trying to assess where the best party was going to be on this weekend. "Hey, man," Blake said, "got a special treat." Flashing a grin, he made a joint appear. Alex was pumped. "Why don't we skip today and blaze up instead? My parents are out of town. Mariam and and Kelly are down." "Sure man," Alex blurted out, trying to hide his pleasure at being invited over to smoke. "I've got some absences left anyway. Should I take my car and met you there?" "Nah, don't worry about it. I'll drive you back later." "Ya, three day weekend!" Kelly blurted out. ---- We began to chat about the weekend as Blake pulled out. He lived about 15 minutes away, in a nice part of town. An only child, his parents had pretty much always spoiled him. He pretty much had his bedroom and the entire second story to himself. After getting to his house, we all went to the back yard to smoke. It felt good sitting in the sun, getting warm on a chilly September morning. He lit up, exhaling into the morning air, passing to Mariam. I reached out and took a hit. It felt good, knowing soon I'd be feeling a nice high, all the shit falling away. It was awesome to finally be part of a cool in-group of people. Finally being the person who gets invited to the parties, has access to alcohol and weed, knowing where they part was. "Well, I think Michael is supposedly having a big party tonight. His parents are out of town," Kelly said. "Have you been to his house, it's fucking huge." Mariam said. "Is he the one from precalc?" Blake asked. I knew he meant. "Oh yeah, isn't that guy a faggot?" I asked, hoping it would come off as cool. For some reason talking about a gay guy made me uncomfortable. I always seemed to get nervous when that shit got brought up. "Uhh.. yeah. He's a totally queer," Kelly said, though her joke sounded a lot less mean spirited than my comment did. "But who cares? His house is huge plus he always has tons of booze at his house." My head was already feeling nice and light. "Sure could be fun," Blake said. "I always managed to sell a lot at house parties." That pretty much decided it. Blake was the de facto leader of the group, and his choice usually won out. We spent the rest of the day smoking, watching television, and munching on snacks. Kelly and Mariam left in the afternoon to change outfits for the party, leaving Blake and I alone. We smoked another j out in the back yard then went inside when it started to get raining and cold. "Got some beer, wanna pregame before the party?" Blake asked, "Mariam driving tonight so we don't have to worry about getting a ride." "Hell yeah. What do you have?" We shat, drank and chatted as Blake told me about his favorite drugs. He had done more than I had even guessed. "LSD, MDMA, hallucinogens are my favorite so far. You've got to try them." "Got any on you?" I joked. "I wish man. Just weed. But we might be able to find something at the party. Been texting with a guy I know from Western and apparently he's coming to the party tonight and he has a guy who can get him almost anything." "Nice, what else have you liked?" "Okay, don't freak out but I smoked meth once. Can't say it was the best, but it was pretty good." "Shit, man, isn't that super addicted?" "I don't know, not to me. It was good but I prefer weed." Shortly after that, the girls arrived, ready to head out. ---- We arrived at the party pretty fast, or it at least felt that way. I was feeling pretty twisted by the time we got there. I had gotten pretty high from that second joint and then drank pretty heavy at Blake's before hand. I had almost started to get sleepy but luckily Blake came through. He had a prescription for Adderall and he taught me the trick that if you crushed it up it gave an extra hard burst of energy. I watched him snort it than took a try. It burned but he wasn't fucking around. My head was swimming but I felt like I could party for hours know. "Yeah, it's basically legal meth," he joked. When we got to the house, we could tell things were getting pretty wild. Luckily it was a large plot of land, pretty secluded from the street and far enough away from the neighbors. Inside the house was a chaotic scene. The entrance way was crowded but the living room off to the left was a sea of bodies, lights and blaring music. It was a huge space and must have had over a hundred people in it easy. We made our way to the kitchen which was relatively calmer. There Kelly spotted a friend of hers a peeled off to chat, with Mariam following suit. "We should try to find my guy," Blake said, handing me a solo cup full of sweet smelling juice that had come out of a big cooler. The bottles of everclear laying empty on the counter lead me to believe that whatever this stuff was, it was highly alcoholic. Blake and I made our way towards the back of the house were it was a bit quieter. It seemed like this part of the house was a bit more laid back; the smell of marijuana also seemed to quaff through the air. Here, it seemed to be mostly guys too. Trying not to stare, but I noticed a lot of the guys seemed a bit strange. Like, their clothes seemed, I don't know, more colorful. And people seemed to be really touchy. Hitting me, I realized that this was probably Michael's gay friends, which made me feel... uneasy for some reason. "Dude, I think we found the fag party," I joked, hoping it didn't sound as insecure to Blake as it did to me. "Bro, chill. My guy is back here." After another minute of wandering Blake spotted him. We got introduced. His name was Diego. I couldn't help but notice he looked a bit older than the high school crowd around him. But he seems pretty cool. It felt almost... more comfortable being around straight guys in a crowd of queers. He and Blake chatted. I got introduced but I mostly stayed silent, downing my drink pretty quick, the alcohol working to dull my memory as the excitement of the partied gave me energy. "Alex... Alex... Alex!" Blake half shouted. "What, sorry the music. What's up?" "We're gonna go to another spot. Diego can hook us up with some MDMA there. You down?" "Umm.. yeah sure." "Good, let's go." We met up with Mariam to tell her the plan. There, we found them huddled over a dark hair girl who appeared passed out, she looked familiar. "Amy?" Blake said, bending down. "What the fuck happened?" "I don't know. I assume the punch. We found here passed out on a couch in the middle of the party," Kelly replied. I remembered now. It was Blake's sister. "Shit man, do we need to take her home?" She perked up to a second. "Blake! I love you!!! What are you doin' here?" she slurred out. Mariam came up, "Yeah we need to get her and her friends back to your house." "Shit, we were just about to head to a different spot." "Blake! You have to a least get her home and into bed," Mariam said, looking mildly enraged. "Oh, alright! What about this, Alex, we don't have enough room for everyone so why don't you catch a ride with Diego and text my the addy when you guys get there." "Umm, sure, yeah, no problem." I felt a little weird going with this guy but fuck it. I wanted to get fucked up and he seemed really chill. Plus, I didn't want Blake to think I was a pussy so I agreed. We met Diego out front and told him the plan. "Cool, see you in like an hour bro. Let's go Alex." There, we split up, Blake taking his sister back to the house and me going with Diego, a drug hookup of Alex's I had only just met. We climbed into his truck and drove away, my head spinning from booze and weed.

I live in Southern Oregon and there's an Adult Shop with multiple glory holes in the video booths. No hassles, no cops, just pure unadulterated sex. I was there last night from 8 pm to 11 pm, in the same booth. It was unreal. A cock would poke through the hole and I'd wrap my lips around it immediately. As soon as it was hard enough, I KY'd it, backed my hole up and let the guy slide it in. The first guy came inside me in about a minute. I took at least fifteen cocks, taking three loads in my mouth and the rest inside be. Never saw a face, never wanted to. When I finally cleaned up and went out to my car, there were two Mexican guys standing outside the bushes. I didn't hesitate, just walked into the bushes and bent over and dropped my shorts. Within seconds one guy had his cock in my mouth and the other was in my ass. They didn't last long, and incredibly busted their nuts at the same time. The guy fucking me pulled out and shot his load on my ass, then slid it back inside me, so I could milk all of his sperm out. I swallowed every drop out of the cock in my mouth, and they just took off.

Part: 7 The announcement was not finished when I felt a wall of men just surround me. Holy shit, where did all these guys come from? There were like 7. I didn’t have much time to process anything when I felt a cock being pushed into my mouth. I looked up and saw this black Adonis looking down at me. Whatever apprehensions I had went away and I took his cock down my throat while I locked eyes with him. He put one hand on each side of my head and just pushed in. I could feel myself gagging, I forced my throat to relax. I wanted to breath but I also wanted his cock. A bottle of poppers was placed up to my nostril and when he pulled his cock out I inhaled. It sent me spinning and back onto that dick I went. I was busy sucking on his cock and another top had positioned behind me. I was about to look back when the black guy slapped me, “eyes forward.” It stung and surprised me but it also made my cock rock hard. I nodded and mumbled “yes sir” as best as you can with a mouth full of dick. I felt the guy behind me spit on my hole and push his cock into me. The top choking me with his dick gave me a few more whiffs of poppers and they both started fucking my holes. They got into a good rhythm. My ass was being stretched and I loved it. it didn’t take long for the top fucking my ass to start picking up speed. He leaned over and whispered in my ear…. “ready for this dirty load you slut, tell me what you want.” “yes sir, breed my pussy, I want your dirty load” And with that I could feel him shooting, he started grunting, I was pushed forward onto the other guy’s cock. He shot his last rope of cum in me and pulled out. He was immediately replaced with another guy. The black guy still had me facing forward with his cock down my throat feeding me poppers from time to time. I don’t know how much time passed and I lost count of how many dicks fucked me. I could feel cum running down my legs and they ached from being on all 4s. Everyone kept telling me they were gifting me, and how they welcomed me to the brotherhood. I wasn’t sure what it was all about but I was loving it. Finally, it was the black guys turn…….

That's fucking perfect man, I'll build you one and we use it on off days. Like entire afternoons sharing gloryhole cock. So fucking down. Private message me.

My brother is flagging with a red hankey in his right rear pocket and is so innocent he does not even know what it means.

About four months ago I met William in a bar and we started talking He was Bi and invited me to a party later that night, said things would be quite interesting. I am not gay but had wanted to suck a cock for a long time and had dildos up my ass in the past so I said what the hell, lets go! Bad mistake. we got there, probably 30 guys and there were three women, bit tits, thick bushes, good looking if you could see them thru the cum on their faces As soon as I got in the house I was told to strip, my clothes were taken, a cock ring(real tight) was put in with a thin collar around my neck I was taken outside to the barn, tied by my wrists to an overhead beam, was told to kneel and was pissed on by about 12 guys, absolutely soaked head to toe, drank quite a bit My cock was rock hard and I was stood on my feet, dripping piss, covered in dirt and was whipped nearly senseless across my chest, stomach, pubic hair, thighs, ass and back. I was covered in welts, scratches, cuts and bleeding from at least a dozen welts, I nearly passed out I was released and fell to the dirt where I was put on my hands and knees and had a large cock stuffed up my ass. One of the women from the house laid down in the dirt/mud(so much piss on the ground now) opened herb legs and jammed her pussy into my mouth, it was soaked with cum, male and female, as was her asshole. They started to whip her large tits as she laided there, and then three guys used her mouth and shot huge loads all over her face and tits The guy in my ass shot a huge load into me and another took over, bigger than the last one. The guy that had been in me grabbed my head and stuck his cock into my throat, my face covered with cum from the woman, He never got soft, and came all over my face and neck with another huge load. By now, I had at least four cocks cum up my ass and another starting. My cock was rock hard and purple but no one touched it and i was too busy now. I was impaled on a cock by laying on top of him, another cock f***ed it way into my loose asshole so I had TWO cocks in me! Nipple clamps had been put on me, I was sucking three guys at once and was jerking off two others, two other guys were using my dirty feet and toes to jerk off onto. Cum splashed onto my abused body, all over my chest, stomach, cock, balls, legs. I was covered in cum, probably had drank at least a quart of it, and every time a cock moved in my asshole gobs of cum oozed out. My cock was leaking cum all over but no one touched it, I was in agony, needed to cum. The women that was here was strung up and six guys started whipping her. mostly with canes, leaving horrible marks all over her badly beated/abused body I was left laying in the dirt at her feet, she was barly consious. and was told to eat her holes and make her cum, again I held onto her ass cheeks and ate her, she came again and again, shooting out cum, my beard had so much cum on it it was barely able to be seen on my face I passed out

I've been reading your stories for a while. They're totally diferent that what I come up with, but they're great! Keep writing...

Um.... I have a hard time believing co-workers, let alone heads of the company would outright invite you to a bathhouse. And the odds of them all being gay and into the bathhouse scene. And even so, this would be a horrible idea from so many different angles.

breakfast of champions!

I can respect you're decision to refocus this story as 'Seth's Couldy Dreams'. But I am sure I speak for several on here who were so into this story and have aching hard dicks hanging out waiting to read more of Seth's transformation as he goes from safe PREP taking bareback adventurer to becoming a poz member of the family. Please write the next part under the new title?

I have worn full time for over five years and my muscles got used to not holding it and got weaker..... my bowels are also weak from stretching and not being used

TIM, Dark Alley, Raw Strokes, Machofucker.

Part 3 - THY KING-DOM CUM: “WELCOME TO FOOT LONG FRIDAYS,” the BBC bull said as he welcomed me into his home. I guessed it was his house. Raymond - the mandingo tagger security guard who nutted me and had given me a ride before handcuffing me and dragging me into the house - had called the man Pops. I was tweaked on Tina and bold and maybe just a tad mouthy when I replied, “Wait - isn’t it Saturday?” SLAP! A good slap to the side of the head shut me up and as I wiped the unexpected tears from my eyes from the sting, the BBC bull stepped closer, the wet tip of his dick pressed between the crack of my closed thighs and he asked, “You know how to serve a dominant black man? YOU KNOW HOW TO SERVE A DOMINANT BLACK KING?” Fucking Christ I about shot a wad right then and there! Seconds later my pants had been hauled down, my white peach ass exposed, my pink hole turned red and wet as I was invited to experience what Foot Long Fridays meant - extra meat! My host calmly explained as he wiggled his 12-inch snake inside my ass like a python slithering in its den, “I’m a BOSS. I got that that uncut bussy beater that likes to fuck throats and stretch holes. I like wet sloppy puss puss. Fucking hell - looks like my boy done me right today bringing me your fucking whore ass. I can smell that nicca nutt dripping out. What’d he give you? Two loads? Three? It’s all good - I know how to use a cum dump that needs it’s box beat and skeeted.” Suddenly my ass had a VACANCY sign in bold neon colors above it as the bull pulled his mahogany dick from my hole and casually walked over to the counter by the door to the garage. I clumsily turned around; my hands still cuffed behind my back and my pants now around my ankles. I was breathing hard from the pain of his 12-inch invasion, yet my puny white dick stood straight and tall like a lighthouse against the rough seas. I then started to stammer over my own tongue as the bull pulled out a holster, gun, badge and keys, set them on the ceramic tiled counter, then casually unclipped the gun and badge and hefted them in each hand as if he was the scales of justice trying to assess if my ass was worthy. He walked back to me, held the gold badge out, I squinted and read the words on the gold star DEPUTY SHERIFF - PRINCE GEORGE’S CO. Fuck he was a cop! My eyes wide, the bull laughed, “Yeah, I’m a LEO - Law Enforcement Officer, but that don’t stop me from fucking over pussy bottoms like you. You a pussy bottom? Want this big mandingo dick tagging that ass again?” While I tried to get my mouth to form a reply the bull daddy held up a small set of keys, “Those handcuffs my boy clamped on you look tight? Are they too tight? Here, let me fix that.” I naively smiled, turned, and pushed my locked wrists back so he could take the cuffs off. A snick and turn and the right cuff dropped away from my wrist. I exhaled in relief, brought my arm around and with the cuff still dangling from my left arm began to rub it, joyous in my freedom. “WHAT THE FUCK! HEY - WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING MAN -STOP - NO NO NO!” I cried out. Too late. The BBC daddy bull grabbed my wrists and with ease reclamped the handcuffs around them once again so I was bound and chained – this time with my hands in front. I grunted as Raymond’s pops spun me around and slammed all 12-inches of his swollen dick back into my wet ass. My handcuffed wrists clanged against the old tile of the kitchen counter as the BBC dick slid in and out and back and forth like a lumberjack. “YOU EVER BEEN JAIL FUCKED? I GIVE FAGGOT BOYS LIKE YOU THAT FIRST LESSON OF WHAT IT’S LIKE TO GET DICKED RAW THEN THROWN INTO GEN POP FOR ANYONE BIGGER THAN YOU TO BREED THAT BITCH ASS. READY TO GET THAT ASSHOLE RAMMED? GET THAT SPINAL TAP? YOU BETTA SNORT YOUR TINA UP YOU TWEAKED OUT FREAK - I GOTS THAT BOSS DICK AND PLAN TO DEEP STROKE THAT HOLE, BANG IT OUT, QUENCH THAT THIRSTY PUSSY!” I cried, yelped, squirmed, whimpered, pleaded, and begged as that 12-inch bull dick took charge and rape fucked my raw ass like a man who had been offered his first bite of food in days. I screamed in frustration as once again he yanked his dick out, leaving my hole gaping and feeling air. He laughed as he slapped my ass hard, “FUCKING BITCH, CHILL A SEC. I GOTTA BURN ONE THEN WE’LL GET THE FREAK BACK ON.” I was prancing my ass back and forth like a ballerina in the Nutt Cracker as my ‘slut mode’ kicked in and my hole wanted to swallow that dick to the root! I sighed and my eyes rolled back in my head as Pops started banging me again, slamming me against the kitchen counter like some $2 whore. “QUIT YOUR SQUIRMING!” he demanded, “YOU WANT THIS DICK OR WHAT? IF YOU WANT SOME MORE NUTT IN THAT WHITE PUSSY THEN HOLD THE FUCK STILL AND LET ME WRECK IT, BREAK IT, AND TREAT IT BAD. BREED YOU LIKE THE SKANK PUSSY TAIL YOU ARE. I DON’T DO STREET BITCHES, BUT I WILL TURN YOU OUT AND MAKE YOU INTO ONE. THAT WHAT YOU WANT? WANNA BE A STREET BITCH WHORE? LET A BUNCH OF NICCAS TAG THAT PUSSY UNTIL IT’S DRIPPING AND DROPPING CREAM? YOU A WORTHY PUSSY BOY FOR MY LOAD? ARE YOU? TELL ME HOW GOOD YOU ARE - HOW WORTHY YOU ARE? HOW MUCH YOU DESERVE MY FUCKING NUTT! FUCK YEAH - TELL ME - FUCK YEAH BEG FOR THIS BOSS DICK - FUCK YEAH TAKE THIS FUCKING LOAD MOTHA-FUCKA!” Minotaur semen drizzled from my heifer hole as the BBC bull continued to seed me deep. It took a long time for his shaft to soften, and when it finally did and he eased back out of my hole he cuffed the side of my head, “GET THE FUCK ON YOUR KNEES, LICK THAT DICK CLEAN.” I was happy to oblige and greedily suckled and nursed on that thick shaft, tasting the rank and file of his deep fuck. But then as soon as the blood began to engorge him again he slapped me again, “Get the fuck up. Come on.” I huffed in frustration at now having two holes free of dick. I snorted some more Tina, stood up, awkwardly tried following after him then stopped, kicked my sneakers off, pulled my pants all the way off, and finally feeling free, walked around the bar counter to the dining area where he was seated at the head of the table, legs splayed, his dick dripping aftermath onto the old, worn carpet. The BBC bull relit his blunt, exhaled, the wafts of smoke like gossamer in the early morning sun that peeked in through the sliding glass doors that opened to the back yard. He looked at me and said as a statement and not a question, “YOU’RE A TAGGING SLUT.” OK, yeah, no shit Dick Tracey. He pulled his phone close, “Let me text the guys and let em know I got a tag team whore here needing that pussy gaped.” Again - not a question or even asking - just a statement. While my BBC host seemed chilled and satisfied I was anxious and horny as fuck. I was also itching to get those damned cuffs off and roughly slapped my chained wrists up on the table in front of him. He glared at me like I had just nicked the Crown Jewels. Fuck that table was older and more worn than the house and I easily counted a dozen scorch marks around his ashtray from where somebody let smokes burn out on the wood. He shook his head as if in answer to a question only he could hear then said, “I’m a LEO - Prince George’s County Sheriff's Department, but I’m off for the next several days so I plan to be that straight-up-buck and party and fuck til my balls drop off.” I started to say, “Yeah you said that already,” but caught myself and instead said, “Is Raymond your son? Like biological son or just play son?” He laughed, “Play son? Whatever the fuck is that? No, he’s my blood son. I was 12 when his momma popped him out.” I must have choked on my Tina spit, because he laughed then continued, “Yeah I was fucking and breeding pussy as a real youngin. I had to. Christ, my balls and dick just ached all the God damn time. By 17 I had 5 kids spread around the DMV that I knew of and sure there was a lot more, but my boy’s the only one still in the area.” he then paused, inhaled his smoke, looked off into space a bit somber, then said, “My daddy had tried to tell me when the first one came along but I didn’t listen.” Time slowly marched on as he sat there, his words hanging in the air, mixing with his weed smoke. My Tina ADD kicked and I huffed and asked, “Tell you what man?” My BBC bull host took his time to reply to my prodding question, “My daddy told me that with a dick like mine and being the horny fuck that I was born to be - just like him - to not make the same mistakes he made and to only fuck street whores, gangbang sluts, and boy pussy. The hole didn’t matter as long as I got my nutt and dropping a bunch of babies was not worth it. He was right. I might have learned late, but by the time I hit 18 and went to college that’s all I fucked - whores, sluts, and boy butt and my boy’s listened better than I did and learned right.” Yeah, I could attest to that. Then my eyes got wide and my mouth made a little “OH!” joyous sound as what he said finally connected in my Tina-addled brain - I had just taken loads from a son and his father - both huge BBC - fucking hot! The mandingo’s phone started buzzing and skittering on the rough hewn tabletop. He set the blunt between his lips, his eyes squinching as he inhaled and read and scrolled through the messages. He set the phone down, put the blunt on the chipped edge of the ashtray, and as the plume of 420 smoke twirled and whirled towards the cobweb covered ceiling light above he smiled and said, “Some of the fellas are on their way so we can all keep fucking the shit outta you. We all professional guys - let’s see - there’s a fireman from one county over, some white collar office guys, a landscape company owner. Oh damn! Bet he would like seeing you get ganged by his work crew! A couple of post office workers and other federal government folks and a few armed service buddies - maybe a dozen or so of us who are tight with another dozen or two I can hit. Don’t worry about no hood ghetto stupid antics shit. We’re all professional and straight, married, single, divorced, widowed, or whatever, but what we got in common is true horse shaft dicks meant to train bitches and we like barebacking whores. I know you’re a tagging whore and since I already dipped and slipped up in that jizzed pussy know you ready for the next level of the game. My son’s still a youngin and trust - we go hard! But….” There was a long, drawn out pause as he hit the blunt again, exhaled, savored the sweet, tangy, high, then said, “But first, we gotta shave that pussy. You got a bunch of short and curlies back there like you full of BBC protein and it’s ‘Pussy Hair Gone Wild’!” I followed the BBC bull up the carpeted stairs, down a hall, through a bedroom with a half made, rumpled bed, and into the master bath. The counter was covered with the typical manly mess, scattered half-smoked blunts, and other drug/personal grooming paraphernalia. I was ordered to bend over the piss caked toilet and my hole quivered as the BBC bull licked his lips, fingered my cummy hole, wiped the edges dry, used a pair of electric trimmers to do a quick shearing, then took a cheap drugstore razor and began trimming as my bussy bush. I yelped as my crack got nicked, and instead of apologizing he just gave me a hard slap across the ass and laughed. Lesson learned - a dude chilled out on 420 is probably not the best barber for your tender bits. A few more wipes with the dry towel and he asked, “You ready to get pistol whipped by this LEO dick?” I bent forward with my head as far into the crusty toilet bowl as I could, my cuffed hands resting on the rim, opening my hole, fluttering my bussy lips, and begged for him to fuck me. I wanted to be used, degraded, dominated, humiliated, and stuffed with his 12-inches. He just laughed, walked back towards the door, grabbed a blunt, and lit up and headed back down stairs. Damn it! I paused before following, snorted two big nostrils full of Tina, then repeated. Fucking Christ that burned! Maybe I should get some water. I left the bathroom, headed down the stairs and towards the kitchen and was surprised when I did not find the BBC bull waiting. I took a dirty glass out of the sink, ran the tap, downed some water, and about jumped out of my skin when he bellowed from behind me, “GET THAT ASS OVER HERE - WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING?” I turned, followed; we went down the stairs this time and through a wooden door into the basement that looked like some animal had tried to claw it’s way through it to get out. The BBC bull said, “It’s rare that houses around here have a basement, but I had it added for extra when the house was built. This a place where the brothas can come, hang out, chill, watch a game on the big screen, drink, smoke or do whatever they want and when things get really rolling and we happen to find that whore hole that can handle being tagged by a mandingo pack who are all swinging big double digit dicks, then we also got a special place for that…” I stood outside a white door off to the side as he stepped into the next room, flicked a switch and had to smile as the dim lights barely illuminated a dark den of twisted sin. I followed him over to a credenza that was against the wall and watched as he started to roll a fresh blunt. I turned and looked around at the fuck bed in the middle of the room, the benches, pillows, a TV that he used the remote to turn on that was playing BDSM porn. I turned back when he slid a plate my way and said, “Snort up chem slut.” I then watched as he emptied several small baggies of pills into little candy dishes including one he piled high with Viagra. He then opened a drawer and pulled out huge bags of weed, then bags of Tina, and more. “Are you a drug dealer?” I asked. “Fuck no,” he replied, “You ever watched Power? You know the TV show with 50 Cent? I’m the distro. Fucking baby mamas drain me dry, so…well let’s just say I need to keep my side hustles going, but this bit of shit? This ain’t nothin. This is just same Candy Crush for the brothas. Here’s how shit going down - this ain’t about hanging out and becoming Facebook friends - it’s about a hot hole meeting a hot shaft and taking hot cum. These niccas will roll in, find you ass up/strung up - rape that shit, nutt, and bounce or maybe hit it again and repeat as some of the brothas are fucking long winded especially after they start dropping the pills. We may be professionals, but behind this door we can let the street thug in us out! We WILL hurt you. We WILL rape you. We WILL knock you out. We WILL chem you up until you pass out. The whole basement is sound proofed and this room is done like double, so you can fucking scream, cry, whatever as no one will hear and frankly that shit will make our dicks drip. I got one bro with 14-inches who will make you scream no matter what and I love fucking pussy after he’s dug around in it. What you want or say from now on don’t matter as we don’t give a fuck cause you’re getting fucked the way we want, how we want, when we want. You understand?” I shook in excitement and fear as I snorted more Tina and my eyes rolled back in my head as before I could catch my breath a dry, 12-inch BBC shaft was ripping back up my ass, “YOU READY FOR SOME MORE KING-DOM CUM IN THAT BUSSY? BEND THE FUCK OVER AND LET ME DIG BACK UP IN THERE. I LOVE SEEDING PUSSY THAT’S ALREADY WET WITH MY DNA. EVERY MANDINGO THAT COMES THROUGH IS GOING TO FUCK YOU RAW AND BREED YOU AS THEY TAG IN AND OUT.” The bull paused as he took another hit of his blunt, set it in the ashtray, reached into another drawer and pulled out a chewed up, brown leather belt. With his dick in my ass and my body pressed against the credenza he slipped the belt over my head, across my mouth, and like a good sub I instinctively opened my mouth as he worked the rough leather between my teeth like a harness bit. He yanked my head back and demanded, “RIDE THAT FUCKIN DICK! RIDE IT! WANT THIS KING NUTT? THIS DOM CUM? THIS KING-DOM CUM IN THAT PUSSY? FUCKIN TWEAKED OUT FAGGOT WHORE MAKE THAT ASS BOUNCE AND CLAP IF YOU WANT THIS SHAKE SHACK MILK IN YOU! FUCKING NASTY TAGGING SLUT - CUM SLUT. ARCH THAT GOD DAMN BACK! SHOW ME YOU’RE A SEX FREAK PUSSY HOLE. LET ME WRECK IT DEEPER - YOU WANT THAT 14-INCHER JIZZING YOUR GUTS? HUH? SHOW ME YOU WANT IT. I DON’T CARE IF YOU THINK YOU CAN’T FUCKING TAKE OR IT WON’T FIT. SMASH YOUR HOLE BACK ON MY DICK - THAT’S IT - SLAM BACK - LET ME SEE YOU BREAK YOUR OWN HOLE OPEN AS I BEAT IT DOWN WITH THIS LEO NIGHT STICK! TURN YOU INTO A JIZZ JUNKIE!” I was chewing at the leather belt in my mouth, spit drooling from the edges of my lips as I gripped the edge of the credenza with my cuffed hands and pushed back as hard as I could onto the BBC bull dick that was cutting and splitting me wider. “PUT IT BACK IN! PUT IT BACK IN!” I frustratingly pleaded as he yanked his dick out, dropped the belt on the floor, kicked the buckled end with his foot, then stepped beside me, relit his blunt, picked up his cell and checked the status of the other taggers. Fuck I hate when tops do that! Just as my hole opens up and I get into the groove they pull up sort. He exhaled, turned, pointed to an orange loop hanging from a dark length of chain from the ceiling, “See that?” he asked, “That’s my newest bitch fucker. Here - look at the site on my phone - https://www.mr-s-leather.com/suspension-hand-slings - It’s a Mr. S suspension sling. Me and the guys are going to chain you up just like this and fuck the livin shit outta you!” Two text messages popped up on the screen, he smiled, hit the blunt, set the phone down and said, “The brothas have started to arrive. I’ve got about 30-seconds before I have to start sharing that cunt - now bend the fuck over and take this KING-DOM CUM!” (*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!)

FS Part 3 Inside the tent, it was almost completely dark. I could see a saw horse in the middle of the room, there was nothing else there. “Who’s there” a voice yelled from the darkness. “I got a little treat for you Double D” muscle fucker said, “Come out of the darkness” I was a little shocked when IT, not sure if he was completely human, came into the little bit of light in the tent. IT was short, with arms longer than normal, from head to toe it was covered in an orange fur. I could see it’s dark nipples inside the fur on it’s chest. IT was wearing a loin cloth, which covered it’s cocks and balls. IT waddled a little as it walked further into the room. “Treat huh?” IT said, “what makes you think this could take my two cocks” “Dropped on Donkey with only my toxic load in his ass” Muscle fucker said. “Interesting” IT said, Strip” I followed the order and stood naked in front of muscle fucker and IT “Drop to your knees and get that double dick hard” Muscle fucker said. I hesitated, I was so disgusted by what looked like an orangutan man in front of me, but so turned on about being double dicked. Muscle fucker gave me a push and I fell to my knees just inches away from It. “Wipe the disgust from your mug” muscle fucker order I reached out and untied the loin cloth from each side, care not to pull It’s fur. When the cloth dropped two hanging cocks flopped in front of me, each attached to his body side by side in a mat of orange crotch hair. I placed my face in IT’s crotch and sniffed. The fur smelt burnt, but also smelt like ass. I inhaled deeper. I felt my cock begin to swell from being turned on by the odors from the fur. I lifted the cocks in my hands and opened my mouth wide, taking both heads in. I licked around them tasting cum, piss and ass juice on them. “Fucked some married man earlier then sent him to Donkey” IT said The cocks began to swell and grow as I sucked on them, stretching my mouth wide. I could feel the corners of my mouth begin to feel like they were splitting. I continued to suck on IT’s double cocks. I felt his balls which were almost hidden inside a thick forest of fur. I rolled them in my hand as he began to pump his cocks in and out of my mouth. “Good mouth, hope his hole is the same” “It is, bitches about condoms, but took me and Donkey raw, to late to change now” IT pushed me to the floor, popping his cocks out of my mouth. “Show me your cunt” I flipped over onto my stomach, reached back and spread my checks, exposing my hole which will still holding in the butt plug. “Sorry D, let me pop that out” Muscle fucker said while reaching for the plug. He pulled hard and it popped out, leaving my hole gapping. IT jumped on my back, knocking the wind out of me. As I gasped for air, he rammed his double dick deep into my hole. I couldn’t scream with the little bit of air in me. He started to fuck me as Muscle fucker went to the tent and opened the flap. I could hear gasps of horror from people in the crowd. Muscle fucker started to pull in men, invited them to watch the horror on the ground. Soon there was about a dozen men inside the ten, they formed a circle around us. “See the freak get fucked by the freak!” muscle fucker said. “Don’t be shy, pull out your cocks and stroke as Double D raw fucks the freak and shoots his load deep in his hole” The men started to unzip and pull out their cocks. I heard IT grunt and grunt almost like a pig. His double cocks were fucking me deeper and deeper. “be amazed by the double dicks” muscle fucker said, “pull them out and show the audience” IT did, holding his two dicks in his hands, while there was oohs and aahs from the crowd of pervert onlookers. He drove them back into my ass, with great force again. I could feel his furry nuts slapping my ass I watched the men all around jacking their cocks. “Watch the bug chaser get another toxic load” muscle fucker said. This drove not only the audience into a jerk off frenzy but IT started to fuck harder and faster, as if he fed off the sexual excitement of the men stroking. “Don’t be shy men, cover these freaks in your cum” muscle freak said. I continued to get pounded by It as the first man stepped up and shot his load, it went all over me and IT. The double dicks started pumping faster as more and more men unloaded on us. I had cum dripping from my hair and face. IT slammed into my hole and both dicks shot out a huge cum load deep into my holes mixing with the cum that was already in there. There were only a few men stroking trying to finish before the show was over. “Injected with a high dose of poison” IT proclaimed. That set the last few men off and they stepped forward to shoot their cum on me. IT quickly jumped off of me and disappeared into the darkness. Leaving me on the floor naked covered in cum. “Good show fucker” muscle freak said “Don’t wipe the cum off, put the plug in your hole and get dressed, there is more poz cum in this carnival.” I did what I was told, my hole was sore from the double cocks, I still popped in the butt plug, which was really loose now. Put my shorts on and tucked my shirt in the back of my shorts, opting to go shirtless. As we excited the tent, people started to stare. I felt flushed with embarrassment. One man left his wife’s side, stopped me in the middle of the crowd and said: “want to wear my load” Those around hear him and started laughing, other men offered their loads too. Muscle fucker pulled my arm and dragged me away from the laughter.

Freak Show, Part 2 It felt like this place was huge but it was just because we were moving through a thick crowd. We had only moved down two trailers, when the muscle fucker, entered one. Holding the door for me I followed. “You in here, Donkey?’ the muscle fucker yelled out. “In the bedroom. What you got for me?” “Someone looking for some fun,” he answered, a wide grin on his face. “Bring him in.” Grabbing my arm, muscle fucker pulled me into the bedroom of the trailer. On the bed was a man, completely naked, not a gym body, more like a bear. It wasn’t his body that caught my attention it was his cock. It was hard and was laying over his stomach almost up to his mid chest. “Holy fucking shit, that’s a big piece of meat” I involuntarily blurted-out. Both men chuckled as Donkey announced “And you're gonna sit on it. All of it." “STRIP” ordered the muscle fucker. I did as I was told. I was pushed onto the bed, I had my ass up on all fours. Muscle fucker grabbed hold of the butt plug and pulled it out. I looked over my should and watched him put it in his mouth, sucking it clean after which he remarked with pride “My poz load taste fucking good!” Donkey, however, wasn't distracted from his mission: “Straddle me and squat," he ordered. I did as I was told. I placed my feet on each side of him, as he held his massive horse cock straight in the air. I slowly lowered my ass until his head was pressing against my wet hole. I took a deep breath and popped the head into my hole. I was shocked that I would allow this raw cock in me. I continued to slide down it. I wasn't even half way down and it was pressing against the back of my hole. I slid up a bit and the went down, the head popped through my second ring. I moaned as I continued to slide down it. The muscle fucker had moved up behind me, between Donkey’s legs. I could feel his tongue licking my lower back, just where my ass crack began. Donkey had grabbed my hips and slammed me the rest of the way down on his massive cock. I let out a slight scream. "Scream loud, baby,” muscle fucker said, adding “it makes Donkey harder.” I could feel Donkey's hair rubbing against my ass, my cock was resting on his belly, leaking cum into the fur. “Are you poz too?” I shyly asked of Donkey. Muscle fucker, however, answered for Donkey in asking “Who do you think passed it to me?” Donkey started pulling me upwards, so using my legs, I lifted up, sliding my hole up his shaft, until his head was at my hole, then I slide down on it. I made contact with muscle fucker’s head as I slide down. He was licking Donkey’s shaft as I rode it, licking the trail of his toxic cum. I was getting into riding Donkey. Up and down, up and down. “Ride that horse cock” Donkey said, pulling me up and down faster and faster. My legs were getting tired but I wasn’t given a break. I pushed up and lowered my ass with a little help from Donkey. My hole was getting sore from the size of the cock stretching me open. I caught a view of Donkey’s cock head pushing the skin of my stomach out. I started to freak at that sight and tried to pull off to escape this ride. Muscle fucker was too fast and stood up behind me, pressing my shoulders down, keeping me impaled on Donkey’s cock. Muscle fucker’s cock was riding up and down my back, leaving a fuck juice trail. Donkey’s breathing became fast and fast as I rode his cock. He pulled me up faster and muscled fucker slammed me back down faster and faster. The monster cock inside me grew thicker and harder, as I kept fucking and fucking myself on his cock. “Adding to that toxic load, fucker,” Donkey shouted. I could feel his cock pulse in me, as he shot his cum load, deep inside my second ring as I sat on Donkey. Perhaps ridiculously I felt the need to somehow protect my self image, so I found myself announcing to the world (or at least the two men) “I didn't want this." Neither man bought my argument. “Yes you did,” said Donkey, “you sat on my cock raw and you did most of the work.” To which muscle fucker added "You said you wanted fun. I bet you're up for still more fun." “I mean I didn’t want to be pozzed.” “Deep down you know you did,” Donkey said in correction. Not to be outdone, muscle fucker added “You could have not come tonight, but you did. This is your fault.” “Who are you visiting next?” Donkey asked. “The two cocked freak” muscle fucker answered. I slid off of Donkey’s still hard cock, cum oozing out of my gaping hole. Without loosing a second, muscle fucker pushed the butt plug back in, noting "We're gonna need a bigger plug soon.” We made our way to the door of the trailer and opened it. Outside stood a man who asked “This Donkey’s place?” Muscle fucker nodded and held open the door. We watched the man enter. I noticed a wedding band on his finger. “Enjoy the ride, fucker, 'cuz your life will never be the same,” muscle fucker said closing the door. He pulled my arm and we moved across the lot to a tent, the flap was closed, but we just lifted it and went inside. I didn't know what a living hell I was in for next.

Dad’s Basement - Part Two I spent the day on the sofa, half watching movies to take my mind off what I saw in the basement and the other half thinking about it. I would catch myself playing with my cock through my shorts when my mind wondered to the basement. The thought of Dad and his buddies fucking and sucking seemed to leave my cock harder than I had ever before experienced, and the thought they were (I imagined) playing in the basement even while I was sleeping upstairs somehow made the vision even more enticing. Still, one would have thought I would have heard my Dad come home, or at least the garage door go up and his diesel truck pulling inside, but nope: I was lost in thought, my hand inside my shorts wrapped around my hard cock when Dad's voice awoke me out of my day dream. “Wow, Son that’s quite a greeting for your old man!” Dad said when he saw me. “Dad!” I yelled, slapped back to reality and jerking my hand out of my shorts. “Anything interesting happen today, Son?” Dad asked coyly. “Well, let’s see. I found out that my Dad likes cock - every which way he can get it, has a sex club in our basement, and likes to spread his disease to others,” I said. "Other than that it was a quiet day.” “Yeah Son, I am a pig, a toxic pig, who loves to give into the most deviant sexual pleasure imaginable, and I am not ashamed to do.” “It’s okay Dad, I think it’s hot.” “Hot, huh? Like when you spy on your old man and jack your cock as I shower or stroke my cock in bed?” I had to smile as I nodded 'yes'. “It’s okay Son. I have no issue with any of that. Fuck, it was a turn on knowing you jack your boy cock watching me,” Dad remarked, adding “See?” I looked down at the front of his jeans, his hard cock was straining against the denim. I stood up, which allowed Dad to see my shorts were tented by my own very hard cock. “Does knowing what we do in the basement turn you on, Son?” “Definitely, Dad.” “Good, but I need to know if the full range of our activities turns you on, or is there some component of our sessions leave you uncertain or even afraid?" “The HIV component, Dad, scares me, yet it also excites me," I had to acknowledge. “Most boys your age have those mixed emotions. After conversion (or infected), sex becomes uninhibited, free from restraints of safety. That’s what we do in the basement: fuck free. There are times when we meet just to help a man break those restraints and become free. Understand?” “I think so. You take men who are not carrying HIV and give it to them?” “Yes. Some take it willingly and some don’t. Some want it and some don’t know they want it, but still get it.” As he gave this explanation Dad was rubbing his cock through his jeans, which rendered me even more excited. Our conversation was turning both of us on, and in fact I am fairly sure I could see his cock pulsate, even through his jeans, particularly when his palm caressed the his cock head. “Do the jocks and pictures nailed to the wall represent all of the men that you have infected?” “I didn’t infect them all, Son, but yes, they do represent the men who were infected by a member of the Club. That's our trophy wall It reminds us of who is carrying our virus.” Without thinking I started rubbing my cock, mimicking what Dad was doing to his. His eyes darted down, watching my hand. “Drop them Son,” he ordered. "Show Daddy.” Blindly obeying, I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of my shorts and pushed them to my ankles, where I stepped out of them. Standing upright again, my cock jumped up and down, finally resting pointing in front of me. “Grew up nicely there, Son,” Dad commented as he kicked off his work boots, unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles, stepping out of them. Standing straight up, he put his hands on his hips, allowing me access to view his crotch, this time with out spying. His cock was hard as a rock, pointing outward just like mine, but that is where the similarities stopped. His cock was at least nine inches long and almost as thick as a beer bottle. The head was massive and veins ran up and down it. I found myself wondering how I had managed to overlook these amazing details when I spied on him. His nut sac was smooth and hung low, with one ball higher than the other. When I looked up at his face there was an evil grin on it. “You like looking at that cock, Son?” I nodded slowly. “I like you looking at it.” I was mesmerized. The cock that made me was not six feet away, obscenely pointing at me, teasing me, and all I could do was to stare and slowly stroke my painfully hard cock. “That’s it Son, stroke your cock for your Daddy.” I watched as he bent down, slid his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pull out one of the brown bottles. Dropping his jeans, he moved to my side, his cock and balls bouncing with each step. My mind was focused on his cock and balls, so huge. He unscrewed the cap on the brown bottle, positioned it under one of my nostrils, pinched the other closed and urged “Inhale deeply, Son.” I did as he instructed, still stroking my boy cock. He switched nostrils and repeated his instruction. Again I complied. Almost instantly, I felt like I was flying, the sensations of my stroking intensified and my heart raced. My breathing was heavier. Dad’s hot breathe in my ear urged “Touch it Son, you know you want to. Feel the cock that made you!” I slowly moved my hand over to his cock. The closer I got, I could feel the heat rising from his dick. I closed my eyes and wrapped my fingers around it. It was hotter than I expected. And harder. Instantly I shot my load, out in front of me and unto the floor. “Good boy” Dad said with a smile. “I think you are ready for more. Let’s go to Daddy’s shower, Son. I have so much more to teach you before you join us in the basement.” He took off his shirt as he headed down the hall, his furry cheeks bouncing as he walked away. I pulled my shirt over my head and followed, like a little puppy.

I randomly woke up at around 3.30am this morning and saw a text from a downtown fuckbuddy saying he needed to unload. THe text was from 1.32am. I texted him back and he said he still needed a hole. I got up, cleaned and caught the subway down to Tribeca. Arrived at his apartment. took off my shorts and got on all fours on the bed. He spat on my hole and his dick and forced his way in. 15 mins later i was putting my shorts back and with a nice loaded hole and headed home back to sleep. I know my role ;-) Hit me up on BBRTS if u are a top in NYC. Profile - ShootInsideMe

I've done a lot of slutty things but the top 2 are probably getting fucked by my bf and his dad and then fucking my bf's sister. Second would have to be getting fucked by 4 large dogs and their owners and friends one night.

Hot story! i hope she gets pregnant from one of the guys hehe ?

I'm seeing my poz son later tonight. He confirmed his new status with a swab last weekend. It will feel so good to breed the toxic hole I created.

Part 6 I was now doing quite well at work and had a circle of good friends - life was good. As far as I knew, all my friends practiced safe sex and assumed that I did too. They had no idea that I was continuing to fuck and be fucked without a condom whenever I got the chance and the thought of what they would think if they knew turned me on even more. More and more I was getting off on taking risks - both in terms of cruising for sex in public toilets and in deliberately having risky, unprotected sex. One summer afternoon I was in central London, bored and horny. I had been in a relationship for about six months and the guy I was seeing was very much into safe sex so we always used condoms. I was now off the leash and horny as fuck. My first port of call was the toilets at Marble Arch. It was about half past five in the evening and to my delight I found that it was busy with guys cruising after work. At that time there was a row of cubicles along the back of the toilet and smaller rows of cubicles down the sides. This meant that there were quite a few blind spots where guys would cruise and wait until a cubicle became free. I headed down there and saw a smartly dressed young black guy who looked mid to late 20s standing outside the cubicles. I cruised him and he responded. I moved in closer and put my hand over the bulge in his smart black trousers. His cock was hard and he pushed against my hand. We were completely hidden from view and had now been joined by an older guy who was keeping watch as I unzipped the black guy's trousers. He made as if to stop me and then relaxed as he realised that we couldn't be seen and let me pull his trousers and pants down a bit. I had thought his cock was hard when I felt it through his trousers but as I played with it, it kept growing and growing - it was huge! I bent over and started to suck him and he groaned. I sucked him for a while and then a cubicle came free. Seconds later we were in the cubicle together, his pants and trousers were down at his ankles and I was sitting on the toilet sucking on his big black cock. I sucked him for a while and then asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He nodded. I stood up, rubbed some lube into my arse, turned around and bent over the toilet - neither of us mentioned condoms. As I bent over I noticed that the older guy who had been keeping watch for us was now watching over the top of the neighbouring cubicle. Being watched turned me on even more and I made sure he could see that the black guy wasn't wearing a condom as I spread my legs and pulled my cheeks apart to help him get his big cock up my arse. I can still remember how good it felt as he pushed that big black cock right up me and began to fuck. I hadn't been fucked by anything that big in a long time and I enjoyed every minute of it. He was fucking me harder now and it was all I could do not to cry out. I knew he was getting close and he was not showing any signs of wanting to pull out. Not only did he have a big cock - he had the biggest pair of balls I had ever seen and I knew he was about to empty them right up me. I pushed back hard against him as he moaned "Oh fuck....fuck....FUCK!" and shot his load right up my arse. When he pulled out he leaned against the wall of the cubicle, panting. I felt as if my arse was gaping and I could feel some cum running down my legs. I bent over and took his cock into my mouth as he fingered my arse and I shot my load on the floor of the cubicle. That night I was still horny. I drove up Hampstead Heath and ended up taking another two loads up my arse. I had enjoyed being in a relationship, but I was now making up for lost time. My next experience was totally unexpected. I had been up in Scotland visiting family and was returning to London on the first flight of the day from Glasgow Airport. I hadn't cum for several days as I had been stuck with family and I had woken up feeling very horny but I didn't have time to do anything about that as I had to leave to be at the airport. It was very early in the morning and the airport was quiet. I had plenty of time before my flight so had some coffee and then, needing a piss, went in search of the toilet, which seemed to be miles from anywhere. I found it eventually and took a much needed piss. As I did so, a tall ginger lad in a suit came in and took a piss a little bit away from me. I sensed he was checking me out and I looked over at him. He looked about the same age as me - late 20s early 30s, just my type. He seemed a bit nervous but cruised me back and soon we were standing wanking together. I motioned to a cubicle and he hesitated for a moment before nodding and following me in to the cubicle. He sat down on the toilet and I got my cock out. He started sucking me off and soon I was enjoying one of the best blowjobs I ever had. I could easily have let him suck me until I blew my load in his mouth but I was horny and wanted to see if he was willing to go any further. I pulled him up and turned him round. I unzipped his trousers and pulled them down along with his white Tommy Hilfiger pants. I went down on his cock and then licked his balls. I asked if I could lick his arse and he hesitated. There was still no one about though so after a moment he bent over the toilet. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right into his hairy ginger hole. I rimmed him for a while and then stood up and began to rub my cock against his wet hole. "I want to fuck you," I whispered. He stood up. "Have you got a condom?" I shook my head. He hesitated again. "We can't do it without a condom," he muttered. Actually, I did have condom and I would probably have produced it if he had really insisted but I had already learnt that a lot of "safe only" guys would fuck without a condom rather than miss out on a fuck if they were really horny and sure enough it was not long before ginger lad was bent over the toilet and I was pushing my bare cock up his now lubed hole. I was really horny and knew I wouldn't last very long as I began to fuck him. After about ten or twelve thrusts I felt myself getting ready to cum. I thought he might ask me to pull out but he stayed bent over as I groaned and began to shoot what felt like a massive load right up his unprotected arse. As soon as I pulled out he stood up and pulled his pants and trousers up - he couldn't get out the cubicle quickly enough and was gone within seconds. I cleaned myself up and went to find my flight. When I went through the gate the first person I saw was the ginger lad. He was with two other guys in suits, obviously colleagues and must have been going to London for a business meeting. I don't think he noticed me, and if he did he never acknowledged me as we all got in the plane. I had a great view of his arse as he reached up to put his briefcase in the over head locker and the thought that his colleagues would have no idea he had a big load of cum in his arse really turned me on. I was now starting to initiate unprotected sex and I was surprised how many guys were willing to go bare. Of course not everyone was willing and sometimes I lost out on a fuck hut I didn't really care. I found a lot of guys would fuck bare and others would just say no if they didn't want to - but one or two reacted really badly. One afternoon I was in a toilet I had discovered in West London near Kensal Rise. I was meeting some friends for a meal and had some time to kill. The toilet was quite dirty and smelt strongly of piss but I was horny and it was nearby. I had not been in there long when I was joined by two other guys. I didn't really fancy either of them so I was happy just to wank at the urinal with them for a while. Then another guy came in. I liked the look of him and soon we were in a cubicle together. After some sucking I asked if he wanted to fuck me. I lubed myself up and he produced a condom. I said he could fuck me without a condom if he wanted and he went mad and started shouting at me. He shouted that there was no way he was going to fuck me without a condom and then stormed out of the cubicle, banging the door behind him. I was a bit shaken and also more than a bit embarrassed but I decided that I couldn't stay in there forever so I pulled up my pants and stepped out of the cubicle. About four guys were standing outside the cubicle - the two I had been wanking with, an older guy and a guy about my age with dark, curly hair. They were all looking at me. I was about to leave when the young dark haired guy said "I'll fuck you without a condom!" I looked at him and he grinned. He was nice looking and had a sexy Irish accent - I grinned back and nodded. I went back into the cubicle and he followed me. To my surprise he didn't shut the cubicle door, he just motioned me to sit down on the toilet, unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. I knew the other guys were watching but I didn't care. I sucked him for a while and then he pulled me up. I pulled my trousers and pants down, turned round and bent over. I was still lubed and he had no difficulty in sliding his cock right up my arse. I was really turned on by the fact that I was being fucked with the cubicle door open in full view of the other guys. I heard a couple of the guys telling him to fuck me and one guy said "load him up, cum in his arse!" which turned me on even more. The dark haired guy fucked me hard and fast and shot his load right up my arse. When he pulled out I stood up and discovered that about six guys were crowded round the cubicle and had watched me get fucked without a condom and take a load of cum in my arse. I joined my friends for dinner and during the evening the talk turned to the importance of safe sex. I nodded seriously and agreed how important it was that everyone played safe on every occasion. As I said this I let a little bit of cum slide out into my underpants. A couple of weeks later I was back in the toilets at Marble Arch. As I approached the toilets I saw my ex boyfriend, Liam, the guy I had split with about two months previously, entering the toilets. Liam was always very disapproving of casual sex and of cruising of any sort so I didn't think for a minute that he was there for the same reason I was. I didn't want to bump into him though so I thought I would wait outside until he came back out again. I had assumed that this would not be long as he had probably only gone in there for a piss. I waited quite a while and Liam did not come back out the toilet so I decided to go in and see what was happening. There was no sign of him at the urinals so I went up the back of the toilet to the cubicles, just in time to see Liam disappearing in to one. I was almost certain I had caught a glimpse of someone entering the cubicle with him - this was getting interesting! All the cubicles were taken and I waited for while until I got lucky and someone came out of the cubicle next to the one Liam had gone into. I went in and quietly climbed on to the toilet and looked over the wall. Liam was in there with another guy, a small, stocky skin head guy that I knew would be just his type. They both had their pants down and Liam was sucking the other guy's cock. I watched as he sucked for a while and then stood up. They kissed and wanked each other for a while and then Liam said something to the skin head, who nodded. Liam reached into his pocket and passed something to the skin head. I assumed it was a condom but it was actually a small pack of lube. The guy opened it and I watched as Liam took the pack from him, lubed up his arse and bent over the toilet. I was really turned on as I watched Liam pull his cheeks apart so that he skinhead could push his big thick cock slowly but surely right up his arse. The skinhead waited a minute to let Liam get used to his cock and then began to fuck. I couldn't believe that Liam was letting someone fuck him without a condom in a public toilet. Not only had he always disapproved of cruising, he had always insisted on condoms and one night when I had suggested we fuck without one he gave me quite a lecture. Now he was bent over, pants down, being fucked hard up the arse without a condom and clearly enjoying every minute of it. I had my cock out now, wanking as I watched them fuck and I shot my load down the wall at the exact moment that the skinhead pumped a load up Liam's arse. I left the cubicle before they did and waited outside the toilet at a discreet distance. A few minutes later Liam came out and walked through the underpass to the underground, looking exactly as usual. I couldn't believe I had just watched him take a load of cum up his arse. I began to wonder about Liam - we had split up less than two months ago and I found it hard to believe he had suddenly turned overnight into someone who fucked bareback in public toilets - I suspected that the there had been another side to Liam all the time..... One afternoon I was in a toilet in West London when I got cruised by a guy who looked in his mid 40s. He wasn't exactly my type but he had a nice thick cock and I was horny. I had been in the toilet for a while with no action so I let him suck me for a while. Then he asked me if I wanted to come back to his place and fuck with him and his boyfriend. I decided to go with him and was really glad I did when I saw the boyfriend. He was about 19 or 20 with blond, longish hair and a very cute smile. The guy introduced himself as Andy and his boyfriend as Dominic and soon Andy and I had our pants down and Dominic was taking it in turns to suck us as Andy and I kissed. It was turning out to be a really good experience - that boy could certainly suck cock! After a while, Dominic stood up, pulled his pants and trousers off and knelt up on the bed. I watched as Andy lubed him up and pushed his thick cock up him and began to fuck. It had been made clear that I would have to use a condom though, so I was rubbered up for my turn. Dominic's hole was tight and I enjoyed the fuck even with a condom, though I would much have preferred to fuck him without one. After a while we both came - me in the condom and Andy up Dominic's arse. A week or so later I visited the same toilet and this time Dominic was in there. He smiled at me and soon we both had our cocks out. He sucked me at the urinal for a while and then we went into a cubicle. Dominic pulled his pants down and bent over and I fucked him hard and fast. This time condoms weren't mentioned and I fucked him bareback, blowing a big load right up his tight young arse. Later that summer I was over in Germany staying with friends and we spent a couple of days in the former East Germany where my friends had family. The Wall had been down for 5 or 6 years by this time and, although there had been some regeneration in Berlin, the town we were staying in was largely unchanged and was quite bleak. It was a very interesting experience as I had never been to East Germany and I enjoyed walking around the city and exploring it. On the second day I was walking past a bleak eastern European tower block when a young couple came out. They looked to be in their late 20s, early 30s and had two young kids with them. The guy was quite fit looking, dark haired, a bit stocky, wearing trackie bottoms and a T shirt. I particularly noticed his fit arse, which really filled out his trackies as be bent over to pick up something the child had dropped. They said hello as they passed and I walked on. A bit later I was walking over a bridge near an industrial estate when I noticed a public toilet down below on a towpath near a canal. I had to walk quite a long way round to get down on to the towpath but soon I was standing in a really old fashioned pubic toilet - graffiti on the walls and a hole between the two cubicles. Almost immediately someone came in to the toilet and I got my cock out and took a much needed piss. I couldn't really see the other guy without looking but I could tell he was quite young. He had appeared very quickly and I suspected he had been watching the toilet and seen me enter. Nothing happened for a while and then I looked over at him. I saw a lad of around 18 or 19, dark hair with a streak of blond in it. He flashed his cock and I did the same. I was hard now and soon he bent over and took it in his mouth. He sucked me for a while and then stopped and motioned me to follow him as he went out of the toilet. I wasn't sure if this was a good idea but I thought what the hell and followed him out of the toilet. He walked down the towpath in front of me, checking now and then to make sure I was following and then disappeared through a gap in the bushes and up over the embankment and into a wooded area. He stopped in a little clearing with a wall area and smiled at me. He reached out for my cock and soon he was down on his knees sucking my cock. He sucked me for a while and then stood up, pulled his pants down and bent over, leaning against the wall. I fingered his slim, young arse. It was surprisingly hairy but not only that, it was lubed with what I was fairly sure was cum. It looked like I wasn't his first that day and I wondered how many other guys he had brought to this spot. It was obvious what he wanted so I didn't waste any time - I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. His hole was tight, but I slid up him easily and began to fuck. Suddenly I realised with a shock that we weren't alone. I hadn't heard anyone approaching but when I turned round I saw the guy I had seen earlier coming out the tower block with his girlfriend and kids. I wasn't sure what to do at first but the guy I was fucking said something to him and he laughed - they obviously knew each other. I had pulled my cock out the lad's arse but he motioned to me to put it back in and said something I didn't understand to the young lad, who laughed. The other guy pulled his cock out his trackies and went round and pushed it into the young lad's mouth. He had a nice big cock and it turned me on to see the lad sucking on it as I fucked him up the arse. I was getting close now but didn't want to cum just yet so I pulled out and indicated to trackie lad to take my place. He grinned and came round to join me. He lined up his cock and pushed it up the lad's arse. He fucked for a while and then pulled out and I took his place. We took turns on the young lad for a while and I noticed the wedding ring on trackie lad's left hand. Soon trackie lad was groaning and obviously shooting his cum up the young lad. When trackie lad had finished coming he pulled out and I saw his big cock wet with cum. I pushed up the young lad and began to fuck. I was close to cumming now and as I fucked, trackie lad stood behind me and began to rub his spunky cock against my arse. I stopped fucking for a moment and spread my legs, pulling my cheeks apart as he rubbed his spunky cock over my hole. He was still hard and as I pushed back his cock went right up my arse. I groaned and began to fuck the young lad again as trackie lad fucked me. We fucked hard and fast for a while and soon I couldn't hold back - I groaned and began to shoot my cum right up the young lad's arse. Trackie lad pushed up my arse hard and held his cock there as I loaded up the young lad. It was one of the horniest experiences I had ever had and I knew I had cum very hard up the young lad. We went our separate ways and as I walked back through the town I felt a familiar wet sensation in my arse. I was passing a disused factory and I slipped round behind it, pulled my pants down, squatted, and pushed - a big load of cum spurted out my arse. I hadn't realised that trackie boy had shot a second load up me as I was loading up the young lad. The fact that I had taken a big load of East German cum up my arse from a married guy just made the experience even hornier.... It was not long after this that I met the guy who was to become my partner for the next ten years or so. That, coupled with the fact that so many public toilets were being closed would mean that there would not be many more bareback fucks in dirty public toilets. But there would be a few more...... Part 7 to follow

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Part 5 By the mid nineties I had just turned 30 and I had been carefully practicing safe sex for many years. I always had condoms with me and always made sure they were used. When I was being fucked from behind I would always reach round and check that the condom was still on - I wanted to make sure I protected myself and others and I couldn't really have been more careful. For a long time it was easy - the safe sex message was very strong and it seemed that condoms were everywhere. But when I came out of a relationship and began to cruise again I noticed that not everyone was using condoms. At first I was a bit shocked, but, truth to tell, I was also starting to get a bit turned on. I remembered the sensation of sliding my bare cock up a nice tight arse and also remembered the times I had walked home with a cum filled arse, sometimes letting the cum slide out into my underpants. I particularly remembered some of the raunchy times I had enjoyed in public toilets. Although many had now closed, my work took me out all over London and I knew that there were still a lot of active toilets out there and still quite a lot of sex going on in them. One summer I was loaned out to another team at work and I found myself covering areas of London I didn't know. I found some new toilets and, horny after being in a relationship, I began to join in and had a number of really horny experiences. One afternoon I discovered a very active toilet in south west London. It was the old fashioned, underground toilet and I soon discovered the sex was absolutely rampant. One day I was in there in the late afternoon and it was busy with guys wanking and sucking. The centre of attraction was a young blond guy in a postman's uniform who was down on his knees sucking off anyone who presented his cock to the blond guy. I watched as several guys came in his mouth as I waited my turn and I noticed a fit young guy in a suit standing a little back from the action. His trousers and pants were down at his knees and he was being wanked off by a skinhead guy who was standing behind him. He was pushing back against the skinhead and as I watched I noticed that the skinhead was gently thrusting against him and I realised the suited guy was being fucked from behind. Just then he leaned forward a bit and the skinhead started fucking him harder. Re-positioning myself for a better view, I could see the skinhead's thick cock thrusting up the suited guy's arse. It took me a little while to notice that the skinhead was not wearing a condom and when I realised this I was really turned on. The skinhead kept fucking and I could tell he was getting close. I watched as he thrust hard a couple of times and then pushed his cock right up the suited lad and held it there, obviously cumming deep inside his arse. I was really turned on by what I had seen and I watched as the suited lad pulled his pants up and left the toilet. Seconds later I was taking my turn being sucked off by the postman it was not long before I was shooting what felt like a massive load into his mouth. I found it hard to get the image of the suited guy being fucked without a condom out of my mind and I wanked over it quite a few times. A week or so later I went home with a slim, young ginger Irish lad I met at the Central Station one Friday night. Neil was a few years younger than me - and one of the best looking guys I had ever been with. At first I couldn't quite believe he was cruising me and I couldn't believe my luck when it turned out he was. I really liked him and enjoyed his company - he was a lot of fun. We went back to his flat and soon I was pulling down his trousers and his white Calvin Klein underpants to reveal a surprisingly big cock. We had great sex and I enjoyed every minute of sucking his cock, rimming his tight arsehole and lying back while he did the same to me. Soon he asked me to fuck him and knelt up on the bed, pushing his arse out for me. He reached round behind him and pulled my cock towards his arse. "Wait" I said, "we need a condom." "Oh, yeah, right" he said and started rummaging around in the bedside drawer. It took him a while to find a condom and when he did I rolled it on and fucked him. I enjoyed the fuck very much but I knew he had been going to let me fuck him without a condom. As I thought about it later I was glad I had been careful but there was also a part of me that was beginning to get tired of always doing the right thing... Soon after that one of my friends confided to me that after he had a few drinks he sometimes let guys fuck him without a condom and come in his arse. I was really shocked - my initial reaction was what the fuck is he thinking about - how could he be so stupid. Nick was a few years younger than me, trainee solicitor, and a very intelligent guy. I was shocked and really concerned for him. But I was also more than a bit turned as he told me a bit more. He said the first time he had done it he had been drinking after work on Friday and, feeling horny, had ended up cruising at Hampstead Heath. He'd been with a really fit guy who wanted to fuck him but was reluctant to use a condom. Nick had insisted and the guy had rolled the condom on and began to fuck him. He had pulled out a few times and as he pushed his cock back in one time Nick realised he had taken off the condom. I asked him what he had done and he told me he had spread his legs a bit further, gripped on to a tree and let the guy fuck him and cum in his arse. Nick told me he had done it a few times since and told me the last time was at work with a guy he really fancied who had a partner. They had been working late one night and he had ended up in a store cupboard sucking the guy's cock. They didn't have any condoms so Nick told me he had just pulled his pants and trousers down to his knees and let the guy fuck him from behind and cum in his arse. I was still a bit shocked but that night when I got home I had a brilliant wank and shot a massive load of cum as I pictured Nick in that cupboard with his pants pulled down below his bum taking a big load of cum up his unprotected arse.... I was becoming more and more tempted and one day I was working near Hanger Lane in West London. I had discovered a public toilet in a road behind Hanger Lane and I had been in there earlier for a piss. It was now about 6:30 PM, and genuinely needing to piss again, I went back there. This time there was another guy in there - a really fit young builder lad - mid 30's curly blond hair, wearing a sweatshirt and trackie bottoms that were splashed with plaster and paint. The toilet was quite small - a trough and one cubicle and as I pissed I could see the guy checking me out. Soon we were both hard and wanking together and then he bent over and took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me for a while and then motioned to the cubicle. I hesitated but then followed him in. We sucked each other for a while and then I asked if I could lick his arse. He grinned and bent over the toilet for me as I pulled his pants right down, pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue up his arse. His hole was really quite funky but I didn't really care. I rimmed him for ages, pushing my tongue right into his hole as he wanked his cock and pushed his arse into my face. After a while he asked me to fuck him. I stood up and asked him if he had a condom. He didn't and neither did I. I was so tempted as I looked at this fit builder lad, bent over the toilet, his pants at his ankles and his arse in the air - but once again I resisted. In the end he sucked me off and I came in his mouth - but that night and for many days after I relived the scene in my mind. I really wished I had given into temptation. I imagined that I had stood up, pulled his cheeks apart, pushed my cock right up him and fucked him without a condom, shooting the massive load that went into his mouth right up his dirty hole instead. I knew I couldn't hold out for much longer and a couple of weeks later I was in central London in the big underground toilet in Marble Arch one afternoon. At that time the toilet was massive with banks of urinals at one end and cubicles along the back and down the sides at the other end. Guys would often stand up on the toilets and look over into the cubicles as they couldn't be seen from the main area. This day I was watching over the cubicle as a very cute young ginger lad was sucking off a dark haired Italian looking guy. As I watched, the ginger lad pulled off his cock, stood up, pulled his pants down and bent over, handing the Italian guy what I assumed was a condom. In fact it was a little packet of lube and I watched as the dark haired guy rubbed some lube on ginger lad's arse, some on his cock and then pushed it right up him without a condom and began to fuck. I was wanking as I watched the dark haired guy's cock thrusting up the ginger lad's arse and then I realised that ginger lad had seen me. He grinned up at me and I grinned back. I continued watching as the dark haired guy threw back his head, thrust hard up ginger lad's arse a few times, shot his load up him and then pulled his cock out and stuffed it back in his pants. When he had left the cubicle, ginger lad grinned up at me again and motioned to me to join him. I didn't hesitate - I was in the cubicle with him in seconds. Ginger lad was sitting on the toilet and I unzipped and pushed my cock into his mouth. He sucked me for a while and then stood up. Without a word he pulled his pants and trousers down and bent over the toilet. I pushed my finger up his arse and found it well lubed. If someone was really trying to tempt me to fuck without a condom they could not have chosen better than this - a slim ginger lad in a white shirt, smart black trousers and white Calvin Klein underpants..... This time I didn't hesitate. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. I slid up him easily and he grunted as I began to fuck him. I enjoyed every minute of the fuck and lasted a bit longer than I thought I would but it was not too long before I was ready to cum and I shot every last bit of cum I had in me right up his fit ginger arse. I thought I would feel guilty afterwards but I didn't - I knew it would not be too long before I fucked without a condom again and sure enough it wasn't long... I fucked a few lads I met in bars without a condom and also had a couple of bare fucks on Hampstead Heath. In the summer I had to travel up to Scotland for a family wedding. I had driven up and spent a few days there and on the day after the wedding I was driving back to London down the A1. I had never driven this way before but found it fairly straightforward. I had been driving for a while and was somewhere near the border when I noticed a sign for a lay by up ahead. According to the sign there was a toilet in the lay by but I assumed this would be long since closed down. I decided to stop anyway and pulled off the road. The lay by went some way back off the road and I soon saw the toilet block. There was one other car parked in the lay by and I noticed the guy in it checking me out as I walked towards the toilet. To my surprise the toilet was open and I went in to take a much needed piss. It was like stepping back in time - there was graffiti on the walls, holes in the wooden cubicle doors and holes between some of the stalls. I was amazed it had survived but as I pissed I read some of the stories. I was not surprised when the guy who had been parked outside came in to the toilet. I checked him out - mid 40s, ordinary looking and not really my type but I was horny and soon we were wanking together. He bent over and began to suck me and then I did the same for him. It was while I was sucking his cock that I realised we were no longer alone. I looked up and saw too young lads - one blond lad who looked mid 20 and one dark haired lad who looked no more than 18 or 19. Nothing happened for a while and then the younger lad came and stood next to us at the urinal. Again nothing happened for a while and I was starting to feel a bit nervous when the young lad stood back a bit and showed his hard cock. The older guy flashed his and soon all three of us were wanking. The blond lad stood back and watched as the older guy went down on the young lad's cock. Soon the three of us were wanking and sucking each other, pants down at our knees as the blond lad continued to watch. I was now being sucked by the young lad and the other guy went round and started feeling the young lad's arse. Meeting no resistance, he took out a condom and some lube. I watched as he rubbered up and began to push his cock up the young lad. The young lad ended up leaning against the urinal, his pants and trousers at his knees as the older guy fucked him from behind. He fucked for a while and then shot his load. He pulled out and removed the condom before tucking his cock back into his pants and leaving the toilet. The young lad was still leaning against the urinal and I stepped up behind him. I knew exactly what I wanted to do - I pulled his cheeks apart and lined up my bare cock. I thought perhaps he or his mate would stop me but they didn't and I pushed my bare cock right up him and began to fuck. The blond guy was wanking now but made no attempt to join in as I fucked the young lad hard and fast. The young lad didn't look round, and didn't seem to be bothered that I was fucking him without a condom and he was about to get a load of cum up his arse. I was getting close now and it was not too long before I blew my load right up the young lad's arse. As I did so, the blond lad shot his cum out on to the toilet floor. Around this time a lot of my cousins were getting married and a few weeks after my encounter in the lay by toilet I was at another wedding - this time just outside Liverpool. We had all stayed over the night before in a hotel and were due to meet for breakfast at about 9:00 AM. I decided to go for an early morning walk - on the way to the hotel I had noticed what looked like a quite promising public toilet and wanted to check it out. It took me a little time to find it and when I did it was empty. I found a bench a little way away from the toilet and sat down. Nothing happened for a while and then I saw a heavy built guy coming towards the toilet. It was a nice summer morning and he was dressed smartly in a blue shirt and black trousers. As he got closer I realised he was quite young - probably no more than a few years older than me. I like big guys and I really fancied him. He looked at me as he passed and then went in to the toilet. I waited to see if he would come back out and he didn't. It was game on and I went in to the toilet. He was standing at the urinal and soon I was next to him and we were wanking together. We ended up in a cubicle and I was sucking his cock while he had his hand down the back of my pants, fingering my arsehole. I pushed my arse back and he continued to finger me. "I'd love to fuck you, mate" he whispered, continuing to finger my arse hole. I was well up for that and I nodded. He grinned. "I've got a condom," he said and produced it as I pulled my pants and trousers down and prepared to bend over the toilet. "You can fuck me without a condom if you want." I said. He was silent for a moment and I thought I had put him off. Then he grinned and said "You dirty fucker!" I bent over the toilet and he pushed his bare cock up my arse and began to fuck. He fucked me really well and I enjoyed every minute of it. I knew he was getting close and his breathing was getting heavier and heavier as he gasped "Can I cum in you arse, mate?" I turned my head round and told him to go for it and he grinned again "Oh, you dirty fucker," he moaned as he began to cum up my arse, "You dirty....little....fucker!" He finished coming and pulled out. I pulled him towards me and we kissed. "That was awesome!" he said as he got his breath back and then he said "Do you want to do me, mate?" Seconds later he was leaning up against the wall pulling his cheeks apart as I pushed my cock up his arse and began to fuck him. He was very tight and it was not long before I was pumping a nice big load of cum up his arse. We chatted for a few minutes outside the toilet - he told me he was on his way to work and I told him I was going to my cousin's wedding. He was a really nice guy and I liked him a lot. He high fived me and then we went our separate ways - each of us with a big load of cum up our arses. A few weeks later I was in the Central Station one night and I hooked up with Neil again. To my delight he was up for a repeat session and I ended up back at his flat again. We sucked, licked and rimmed each other for ages and this time when he asked me if I wanted to fuck him neither of us mentioned condoms. He knelt up on the bed and I pushed my bare cock up him and began to fuck. After a while I pulled out and he laid down and I fucked him on his back, his legs high in the air, before he flipped over again and knelt up on the bed again as I shot my load right up his arse. I stayed the night and fucked him again in the morning, dumping another load right up him. When I left he was just getting into the bath and as he swung his leg up to climb into the bath I got a last glimpse of his arse hole, now well and truly loaded with my cum. I was really enjoying myself now. When I was younger I had fucked without condoms all the time - but that was before they had become necessary. I was now deliberately choosing to have risky unprotected sex and I loved it. I was still conscious of the risk - but somehow this just made me even more horny.... Part 6 to follow

I actually was. my old man was involved with NAMBLA and I was daddy's cumdump for years along with a couple uncles and my God father- and some other neighborhood dudes. mostly Marine buddies my dad drank with. When He died, My mom sent me to a boarding schools which was 90/10 boys. being on the small side I was the cumdump for the older Boys and a few staff members got my first taste of Pain Piss and farm sex there too. And.. i was and alter boy so I was taking Raw catholic priest cock till i hit puberty. -early. - then it was my turn to fuck. here it is 30 -odd year later, i'm not even 40 and i'm a fucking pig. and i'm hard thinking about it. I was scared and really fucked up back then but OINK.. I sure do miss the old days. -especially when I was a teenager and could just grab an man's crotch and get him to feed me.

Previously Reflex got the better of me and I looked up in classic blowjob pose – big eyes and lips stretched around his cockhead. This can be a make-or-break moment for a lot of straight dudes – and I’d stupidly done it too early – before I’d shown him how good at head I was. Luckily Theo was staring straight down past me – staring straight at my arse. By this point I had shuffled around on my hands and knees and was on all fours in front of him. My number 1 asset was up in the air away from him. I reached to Theo’s hands and guided them down to it again. He was transfixed. I returned my attention to his cock and slowly deep-throated the entire beast. I heard him groan again as his hands started kneading my ass. He started to thrust. Crisis averted! I’d caught me a straight boy! Right so… Gavin was lost in recounting his time with Theo – my dealer, while I was getting increasingly lost eating out his arse. It was about this time that I felt hands on my arse too. Andreas the tall blond German friend of Simon had woken up and was at that very moment lining his cock up against my hole. I looked back to him and smiled and stood up. He reacted so slowly I was pretty sure he was just running on instinct. I reached down and guided his cock to Gavin’s hole. Andreas smiled and said “Dunkle oder helle Fotze, es ist mir egal” as he saw what I was doing, and took over as I walked around to face the nurse. Gavin didn’t even break rhythm as he continued his tale, not even as Andreas slid all the way into him. “…so as I continued to deep throat him, his hands were going crazy on my ass. He was enraptured with it – kneading it, pushing it together, squeezing it painfully, spanking me. He let out another odd growl, like a cat that’s seeing another in its territory. His cock was rigidly jabbing the back of my throat now, but my gag muscle control was more than enough for it. I felt him take one hand back and heard him spit into it. Soon after I felt his rough fingers work his spit in and around my hole. I don’t usually bareback” – I must cut in here – as Gavin was saying this, Andreas was balls deep raw inside the Pakistani lad. I looked at him sceptically – “well ok, I don’t usually bareback, but this weekend is a total exception to all the rules. I mean, I never did coke before either.” I laughed at Gavin rationalisation of the weekend, but I understood it. This weekend all the rules were being broken. Andreas was working up a rhythm and I looked over Gavin’s head to see the German’s tanned cock slip between Gavin’s teak-coloured asslips. Andreas saw me watching and went slow for effect, pulling out past his pink cock-head to the tip and slowly shoving it back in again. There was a shade of cream staining to his cock, which made me envious – it seemed I hadn’t licked all the cum out. Gavin pulled my head down to his level, he was being fucked missionary style by the German and so it wasn’t too far down. I touched noses with him and grinned maniacally – our eyes were all fully dilated cause of the uppers. Gavin leaned in to kiss me, his hot dry mouth grinding against mine. His breath reminded me of my first kiss, a closeted guy I used to meet up with in a local cottage who had some personal hygiene issues, though I doubted my breath was much better. As Andreas sped up again, Gavin tried to focus on me and continued. Mmmh, so yeah where was I? Theo had started opening me up with his rough hands – it’s a good thing I like it rough cause that lad hadn’t a clue how to treat an asshole. While he started rubbing his wet thumb down to circle my pucker, I sped up my deepthroating. I was determined to sit on his glorious meat, and get some straight boy notches on my belt. I even thought that I could use this fuckbuddy relationship to maybe get a discount on more cocaine from him in future – god, that shit is addictive – I was already making plans for my next hit of it. I needed that cock hilt-deep in me. I heard Theo mutter something above me. I pulled his cock out, “what was that?”. He said “your ass reminds me of this bitch I used to fuck, but it’s tighter, man…” and pulled a toke of his joint. This was my entry point. I got up off my knees and holding Theo’s hand I pulled him over to the bed with all the bags and clothes on it. I picked up a short black fitted coat and put it to the side. “Tell me about her” I said. As Gavin said this I heard a footstep coming from across the room. A familiar voice said “oh so we’re fucking again are we?” I looked up to see Orson standing over me. He asked, “you ready for another go?” Looking back over to Gavin and then back to Orson, I weighed my options and replied “yeah I can be ready, but just let Gavin keep telling me his stories” and turned over to present myself doggy style to Orson Adams – a lad I once thought I’d be glad to see caught in a bombing. As his dick tapped my hole and opened me up, arousing my exhausted nerve endings with yet another sense of “rightness” as his dick slid perfectly into me, I thought “this weekend is the only exception…” Gavin looked up at me and continued. “As we were sitting on the bed Theo confessed he had a thing for dark skinned girls and told me all about this one black girl Bianca who took his virginity when he was 15. After letting him go on for a while about all the coloured girls he’d been with, I asked him suggestively which part of a girl he went for, and he said he loved eating out their asses and pussies. I looked him in the eye and said “well I’ve got one of those things”. With that said I turned and shrugged on the ¾ length fitted coat. On me it looked a bit feminine, and only covered the tops of my ass cheeks. While Theo stayed seated I stood in front of him, and turning back with a grin I used one free hand to pull my jock down. I said to him “Well this ass is all free, and your cock’s pretty hard Theo, how about you just tell me when to stop..” As I said that, I started backing up towards him, my ass quickly nestling his hard rod between my cheeks. Theo was quiet as a graveyard, letting my rub my asscheeks against his throbbing meat. I ducked my hand down to dip his cock to the right angle. No word from Theo. His cock started to poke deeper between my ass cheeks. I moved it up and down from the top to the bottom of my ass crack, stopping briefly to play with my pucker. I looked over to Theo. His head was thrown back smoking his joint and smiling. I took the hint and with a good dollop of spit and acrobatics I raised my ass over his cock and speared it into me… Fuck it was gorgeous! So filling , yet I was in total control. I slowly let him in. As Gavin was talking of slowly letting Theo spear his asshole, I could feel Orson slowly build up a proper fucking rhythm inside me. Orson had a much easier access route now as it was the third time we fucked this weekend, and his thick cock based out in me in mere seconds. As the speed intensified I looked at Gavin rocking underneath me. I clambered over from my side of the couch to be face to face with him. Gavin looked up at me with his long black eyelashes. I’d started milking that straight boy’s cock, looking quite girlish in that little black jacket, but it worked for Theo, and so it worked for me. It seemed like an age that I was bobbing up and down Theo’s fuckstick, when all of a sudden I hear another odd growl and feel his hands grasp me and he started GOING for it! He slam fucked my poor underlubed hole, then pulled out violently and threw me on the bed on all fours. I had just the time to look behind me before I felt him drive his cock deep into my guts again. 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!”

I'm a 50 year old white guy, with a medium build and could use working out, I just don't. At 6'2, 215 lbs, seven inches (cut), HIV+, I wouldn't say I was a bad looking guy. Over the weekend I was SO FUCKING horny, so I went cruising on Grindr and Scruff, looking for cock. Then I heard from a twink looking for a daddy and a place to stay for the night. Figuring I'd get to breed him (or at least have him breed me), I invited him over. He was about 5'11, 155 lbs, white, had a seven and a half inch cock, described himself as versatile but preferred to fuck me, so we got to it. I invite him into the house, led him to my bed room where we both stripped, and dropping to my knees I went down on his cock. Initially it was totally limp so I got to see and feel it grow as I slid my mouth up and down. I worked his hard, but skinny cock deep into my throat. It was long enough that it hit the back of my throat, just popping past the entrance to my throat, causing me to gag every so slightly. Yeah, he was definitely seven and a half inches. In any even, that's as far as he went into my throat before he was balls deep. Naturally he groaned with pleasure, so I had him move onto the bed where we mutually went down on each other, sucking each other in a 69 position. He was quite good at it, deep-throating my cock and flicking his tongue ring against the underside of my cock. It felt so good I found myself leaking precum like crazy. His cock was also drooling in my mouth. I couldn't wait, I NEEDED FUCKING BAD, so, I cut to the chase and asked him to fuck me. I wanted his load of cum deep in my ass. "I'm on PrEP, so I only bareback," he replied. "Fine with me," I replied, but before I could say another word, he suddenly became much more aggressive and ordered me to "Get your pussy into position," as he rolled me over, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and rubbed his cock head all over my hole, smearing his precum all over, then slowly pushing his head into my hole. Even with his precum my hole was still quite, and I grunted in pain, telling him as much. "So?" was his one word reply as he pushed harder. "More lube, guy," I answered, definitely in pain now. "Spit and precum is all I ever use, as well as the cum of other guys, if it's available," he answered in a matter-of-fact tone. The thought of using the cum of other guys as lube excited me, and got my cock even harder, notwithstanding the pain, but as the discomfort was unabating, I tried again, suggesting we use 'SPUNK' (which is great lube, by the way). "Nope, just spit," he again replied. So, I spat in my hand and tried to lube his cock as much as possible, going into a half-sitting position to do so. But apparently impatient, he placed his head at the entrance of my hole and pushed in. No luck. "Get up on all fours!" he demanded. I complied, getting into doggie position, again spitting and lubing his cock. He placed his cock head against my hole, teasing me as he pushed a bit harder each time. Again I spat and with the objective of lubing his cock, but this time as I made to lube his cock, he pushed hard against my hole. I was in the act of screaming 'Not yet!' when he cut me off with a succinct "Too late," his cock head popping into my hole, sliding in until he was balls deep. The pain was excruciating, and it seemed as if he was actually tearing my hole. Now, we had never discussed safe sex, but perhaps in recognition of as much, as he begain thrusting in and out (with a medium speed), and as tears flowed from my eyes, he casually remarked "I'm gonna breed this hole good." Then, ever gracious, he completely withdrew and asked "More spit?" I tried to give him some more, but impatiently he said "Too, slow!" as he slammed into my hole, going balls deep. I screamed in pain even as I moaned in pleasure. Laughing, he withdrew and allowed me to lube his cock. Naturally I loaded him up plenty, which was good, because he then lay back on the bed, demanding "Ride it." So I mounted him, trying to get his cock into my hole as I squatted over his cock. His cock head had just breached my ass lips when he slapped my leg out from under me and I fall on his cock, taking his cock balls deep as I feel his treasure trail along the crack on my ass. I screamed again, he laughed. For about five minutes I road his cock, only to have him say he wanted to go back to the first position, that is to say, with me on my back and my legs on his shoulders. Somehow we made this change in position without his cock ever leaving my hole, which was good because as we settled in he warned me "Do not let my cock out of your hole or I won't fuck you anymore." By this time I craved his cock, so as he resumed pounding my ass, fucking me over and over again, pulling almost completely out, only to slam back in, really opening up my ass, and absolutely bruising my prostate in the process. Finally, I sensed his cock was getting harder, and his pounding was less controlled, so I wasn't all that surprised when he slammed in deep, and somewhat convulsed. "Take that gift for the holidays," he remarked. Of course I immediately wondered if he had deliberately chosen the word 'gift' to infer he was giving me some poz cum, or perhaps it was merely a generic use. Well, I didn't have the time to think much about his 'gift' because he then rolled me over onto my stomach, spread my legs, exposing my now red sore and bred hole, and slid his cock, which was still fully erect, back into my hole, fucking me fast and deep. "Now, let me work it into you. Get it deep so you can carry it all day," power-fucking me again and again, bouncing up and down, slamming my hole. Occasionally his cock would pop out, only to be shoved right back in. "Damn, your hole is hot! Ready for another load?" "YES! FUCK YES!" I replied, as again he slammed in balls deep, trying to get even deeper, and as he bottomed-out, I felt his cock pulse several times, shooting about four quirts of cum deep into my hole. Pulling out, he demanded "Clean off my cock." So I did, noticing a coating of white and pinkish juice all over the head of his cock. I licked his cock head and then gave his entire cock a clean-up. Getting to to his feet, he pulled on his clothing, and as he walked out the door, called "Thanks, and bye," even as I was trying to pull up my shorts, and definitely before I could formulate an answer. So much for staying over night. I kept his cum in me all day, including when I went to work and visited with clients. I specifically noticed it didn't feel as if I needed to to relieve myself. When I got home from work that evening I thought I needed to shit, so I went into my bathroom, sat on the commode and gave a slight push. First some fart-like gasses, and then some juice came out. The juices were clearly his cum and it was streaked with pink, but there was no actual poop. Just his cum and my ass juices. He had obviously given me a HUGE load. About an hour later the sensation returned, and this time another large amount of cum blew out of my hole, although this time there was no trace of blood. So I found myself wondering: Did he recharge me?

Part 2 I was growing in confidence now and as the months went by I found many more active public toilets and I had no hesitation in joining in whenever I got the chance. Lots of wanking and sucking went on in those toilets and a surprising amount of fucking. I was much more of a bottom in those days and enjoyed nothing more than letting older guys use me in public toilets. As well as wanking and sucking, I would often bend over and let guys fuck me and cum in my arse. I found a really active toilet near the university which was always busy early in the morning with guys going to work and students on the way in to university. I had some really good times in there and would often sit in my lectures with at least one load up my arse. One morning an older guy fucked me in one of the cubicles and as he was getting close to coming I looked up and saw a geeky looking young lad with glasses on, about the same age as me and obviously a student, looking over from the next cubicle. I grinned up at him and he grinned back. When the guy shot his load up me and left the cubicle I motioned to the geeky guy to join me. He hesitated but then I heard him climbing down off the toilet and he was soon in the cubicle with me. He had a surprisingly big cock and I sucked him for a while and then bent over again and soon I was taking my second load of the day as geeky boy shot his load right up me. One or both of them must have shot a particularly big load up me that day because I had to excuse myself from a tutorial half way through the morning to push the loads out! Of course there were many times when nothing much interesting happened and some occasions when nothing happened at all but being young and up for it I had many very horny experiences and enjoyed nothing more than coming across another good active public toilet. I also sometimes saw lads I knew from uni in the toilets, fucking and sucking, and not always the ones I would have thought would be into other guys. One day I was in a toilet in the south side of the city and I saw a lad I went to school with. Paul was a few years older than me and I had always fancied him. He was good looking, good at sport and always popular with the girls. I used to see him around when I went home to visit my family and I knew he was working in his father's company and was due to get married soon. I had seen him quite recently when I was visiting my family and had admired once again his fit arse, which really filled out his trousers. I was quite shocked to see him in the toilet that day. He was down on his knees surrounded by three guys and was taking it in turns to suck their cocks. He had his cock out wanking as he sucked the guys off and as I watched from a discreet distance I got my own cock out and began to wank. I had never imagined seeing Paul in such a horny scene but it was about to get even better. One of the guys came in Pauls's mouth and left and the younger of the two remaining guys pulled him up to his feet. Paul pulled his pants right down and bent over, continuing to suck the other guy as the guy who had pulled him up stood behind him. Paul must have been lubed (or already been fucked) because the guy was able to push his cock right up him. He began to fuck as Paul continued to suck the other guy and I watched and wanked until one guy came in Paul's mouth as the other spunked up his fit arse. I never saw Paul cruising again and I often wondered if he continued to take cock in his mouth and his arse after he got married and had children. About once a month I would visit one of my aunts who lived on the other side of the city for lunch on Sunday. I would normally take the train but one Sunday the trains weren't running so I took a bus. I was feeling particularly horny that day as I had been sitting exams during the previous two weeks and had not had much time for anything but studying. I looked out the window of the bus as it wound its way up a hill beside a park. Through the trees I could see what was obviously a public toilet set well back from the entrance of the park and as the bus passed I saw what looked like quite a fit looking guy coming out of it..... I was really horny and just in the mood to suck some cock so I decided to check it out on the way home. I had lunch at my aunts and answered all the usual questions. I assured her that I was studying hard (which I was) and that I was behaving like a good Christian boy (which I wasn't!). A couple of hours later I was in the park and making my way towards the toilet. I went in and I knew straight away that it was active. There was graffiti on the walls, a small urinal and two cubicles, both of which were occupied. I had entered the toilet very quietly and as I stood still for a moment I could hear sounds coming from the cubicles which sounded suspiciously like two guys fucking. I went back outside and sat on a bench a little way away from the toilet, watching some lads who looked to be in their late teens and early twenties playing football in the distance and feeling even hornier. After a while a stocky, dark haired guy came out the toilet and walked off down the hill. I waited a little while and then made my way in to the toilet. One of the cubicles was now empty and I went in and closed the door. The first thing I saw was a perfectly sized glory hole in the wall between the cubicles. I pulled down my trousers and pants and sat down on the toilet. I waited a minute or two and then looked through the hole. A guy was sitting on the toilet. pants down, playing with his cock. He looked through at me and I saw he was just a few years older than me, nice looking, slim, with glasses. He smiled and I smiled back and he motioned to me to put my cock through the hole. I didn't hesitate - I stood up and pushed my already hard cock through the hole into his mouth. It was just what I needed and he sucked me so well I soon felt like I was going to cum. I didn't want to cum too soon so I pulled out and motioned to him to put his cock through. He had quite a big cock and I sucked him for a while before he pulled back and motioned to me to put my cock through again. He sucked me for a while and then I felt him take hold of my cock. He wanked me a few times and then I felt a different sensation. I knew exactly what he had done - he had backed his arse on to my cock and I was now fucking him through the glory hole. His hole was surprisingly tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I lasted much longer than I thought I would but I had not come for quite a few days and it was not too long before the inevitable happened and I shot what felt like a huge load right up his arse. After a while I pulled my cock out his arse and looked through at him. He grinned and gave me the thumbs up sign. I was a bit drained now but still feeling horny and I thought I could probably shoot another load so I decided to go back and sit on the bench for a while and see what happened. The lad I had just fucked didn't come out the toilet and after a while I saw the lads who had been playing football start to pack up and move towards the park gates. A little later one of the lads came back and made his way to the toilet. He passed quite close to me - he was fit, dark haired quite slim, wearing light blue jeans and a green and white football top. I saw him look around before he entered the toilet and I was fairly sure he wasn't going in there just for a piss..... I waited a while and sure enough he didn't reappear so I got up and walked quietly into the toilet. Once again, both cubicle doors were closed and once again I could hear the unmistakeable sound of two guys trying to fuck quietly. I noticed there was a gap between the cubicle doors and the floor of the toilet. I was horny again and had a quick look outside to make sure no one was coming and then I got down to look under the cubicle door. As I thought, I saw two pairs of feet both pointing in the same direction but to my surprise I realised it was the football lad who was backed up to the glory hole, his jeans and pants at his ankles. I could hear the fucking now and I could see the shadow of the other guy starting to fuck harder. I moved round to the urinal and got my cock out, wanking as I pictured the fit football lad being fucked up the arse by the other lad's big thick cock and I guessed from the sounds I could hear that the guy doing the fucking was getting close. I heard him cum noisily and after a minute or two the cubicle door opened and he came out. He left the toilet quickly without looking round and I stayed at the urinal for a while to see if football lad would come out. He didn't, so I wasted no time in going into the other cubicle. Nothing happened for a while and then I saw football lad look through the hole. I leaned back and showed him my cock and he motioned to me to put it through. He started sucking me and just as I was thinking it doesn't get much better than this he pulled his mouth off my cock. I looked through the hole and he was turning to push his arse towards the hole, pulling his arse cheeks apart to show his hairy arse hole. I pushed my finger up him and found that he was well lubed - presumably with the other guy's cum. I slid up him easily and fucked him hard and fast and it was not long before I was shooting my second load of the day right up his fit, hairy arsehole. I returned to that toilet quite a few times and had a few good experiences, though none as horny as that first one. One time I was in there it was very quiet and nothing was happening. I was on the point of giving up and was just washing my hands at the sink before leaving when a guy came in to the toilet and stood at the urinal. I heard him taking a piss and as he did so he turned his head round to look at me. I was a bit nervous - he looked quite tough - he had a skinhead and a scar on his cheek and I thought for a minute I might be in trouble. Then he turns a little towards me and I saw his hard cock. He stroked it a few times and then motioned to me to join him at the urinal. I was still a bit unsure but I moved in next to him. He took hold of my hand and placed it on his cock. I started to wank him and then he put his hand on the back of my head and gently pushed me down towards his cock. I started sucking him and he groaned. After a while he stopped me. "Not here" he said and motioned to me to follow him as he left the toilet. I was horny so I followed him out of the toilet and through the park. He didn't say much as we walked out of the park and across the road into a run down council estate which I knew had a bit of a reputation. A little later we were in his rather bare flat and he had his cock out again. I went down and started to suck him and he sighed. He took hold of my head as he pushed his cock into my mouth but he was surprisingly gentle with me and he moaned as I sucked his cock. "Lick my balls" he said and he sighed again as I licked his big, hairy balls. I went back to sucking him and after a while I heard the door open and another guy came in. "Don't stop", said the guy I was sucking as the other guy came towards us. "This is my mate," he said "Do you want to make him feel good too?" I looked at the mate and thought 'Fuck yeah!' He was well fit -much younger, about 18 or 19, with a shock of blond hair and a cheeky grin - he looked just like a lad at uni I had always fancied. I nodded. "Good boy" said the guy I was sucking. I really liked this guy and I knew somehow that, tough as he was, I wasn't going to come to any harm. Soon the young blond had his cock out and I was taking turns sucking them both. After a while, the guy with the scar pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned round. He bent over the arm of the settee. "Lick my arse" he said. I hesitated. I had never rimmed anyone before, although I had had it done to me a couple of times and really enjoyed it. "Come on, " he said, "Lick my fuckin' arse." I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue tentatively into his arse. It was clean and fresh and I slowly started licking him. He moaned and soon I was licking his hole and pushing my tongue right into his arse and loving every minute of it. After a while he straightened up. "Now him," he said, pointing at the young lad. The blond lad pulled his pants down and bent over and soon my tongue was deep in his hole. His hole was not as fresh as the other guy's -in fact it was definitely quite funky, but I didn't really care. The other guy was fingering my arse now and rubbing some lube into it and soon my pants and trousers were off and I was kneeling on the settee in just my socks and T shirt as the guy with the scar pushed his cock slowly up my arse. He fucked me for a while and then pulled out and the blond lad took over. I was in heaven - not one but two fit guys using my arse They took turns on me for a while and then the guy with the scar began to fuck me really hard and I knew he was close to coming. He put his arms round my waist and pulled me really tight to him as he pushed his cock right up me and held it there as he pumped his load up me. He stayed up me for a moment or two and then pulled out. The blond lad pushed his cock up me and after just ten or twelve thrusts, he added his load to his mate's. It was one of the best and horniest experiences I ever had and I remember it like it was yesterday. One hot summer night not long after that encounter I had been at a student party with some friends in the university area of the city. I had been drinking heavily and when I left the party I decided to go for a walk and take a trip to a toilet nearby that I knew was open all night. I was pretty drunk when I got there and I don't really remember that much - but when I went in an older guy was standing at the urinal. Soon I was sucking him off and the next thing I remember he was fucking me up against the urinal. I was so drunk I didn't care that we were out in the open and when a second guy came in I let him fuck me too... When they left I decided to have a little rest and I sat down against the wall in front of the end urinal. I didn't really remember much about what happened after that when I woke up some time later but I knew at least one more guy had fucked me. I knew this because my pants and trousers were at my ankles and when I reached round and felt my arse, I could feel cum running down my legs and I vaguely remembered that more than one guy had fucked me after the first two had gone. I was also lying in a pool of piss and at first I thought I was so drunk I had pissed my pants. Then I realised from the state of my clothes that someone must have taken a piss on me. I didn't know if it was one of the guys who fucked me or just some random guy that had come in, seen me slumped by the urinal and just taken a piss on me. I managed to get myself home and woke up the next morning, hung over but none the worse for my experience. I was, however, starting to take more and more risks and I was lucky on a few occasions that nothing bad happened to me. Of course, there were other risks associated with cruising for sex in public toilets and, truth to tell, I had become rather careless of those risks. Then one afternoon I got a shock..... Part 3 to follow

PART 2 After a short walk, we reached a grim alley with a dark staircase leading down to the basement of an old brick building. A lonely scarlet lightbulb flickered at the bottom of the staircase. I looked at my chaperone worriedly, but then his eyes flickered with that same red glow as before, and I lost myself in his wicked half-smile. “After you,” he said with a flourish. Everything looked red in this light—his skin, his eyes, his teeth. (But why were his teeth suddenly so…shiny? How could his smile glisten like that when everything else was a dim wash of scarlet?) I wondered, but I didn’t ask. I didn’t ask about anything, really—I simply followed this man whose dark energy pulsed and throbbed across the surface of my skin. I glanced back to reassess the strange glint in his teeth, then decided I was just imagining things again. With that, I dutifully walked down the stairs. As I made my descent, I felt an unexpected rush of heat—but not like a rise in outside temperature. It was more like a warmth radiating from the depths of my smooth, quivering, not-yet-fucked hole. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, the door didn’t seem to be a door at all—more like a dense patch of shadows. I looked back at Abraxas for reassurance. He responded by motioning me inside. That’s the first time I entered his sanctuary. I’ve always called it the Red Red Room—the kind of place where even the walls seemed to pulse with their own heartbeat. In that room, nearly everything was the same shade of visceral, rosebud red. As my eyes adjusted, I began to notice a little bit of black here and there to add shape and dimension, plus a few dark-yellow eyes in some of the artwork. In fact, the walls were full of paintings -- every single one having something to do with sex -- and every image was stamped with various obscure symbols that I couldn’t quite make out. That’s when I felt the arm of Abraxas fall on my shoulder. He leaned down and whispered in my ear: “Welcome to the local branch of my corporation.” As he said that, his mouth slid down to my neck, and his long tongue slowly licked the length of my jugular. “Are you ready to have some fun?” he asked, the vibrations in his voice sending a chill across my backbone. “Oh, definitely,” I replied, inclining my head to the left so he had better access to my neck. “That’s fucking beautiful,” he said, tracing that prominent vein in my neck with his fingernail. (But why were his fingernails so sharp?) Then, with a guttural snarl, he grabbed my head with both hands, holding it tight. He withdrew his tongue. I immediately sensed the press of his teeth—now incredibly sharp—against my skin. I distinctly felt two painful punctures that plunged well below the surface. At first, I gasped with a little more pain than pleasure; moments later, with a little more pleasure than pain. Meanwhile, he kept his teeth buried beneath his skin, and I felt something pulse outward from those fresh puncture wounds—almost like a cloud of hot liquid filling my body. He withdrew his teeth. Within seconds, I felt myself take a sharp breath inward, followed by a violent coughing fit. As I coughed, Abraxas casually tore a perfectly straight line down the back of my T-shirt and shorts and underwear, all at once, all in a single motion, causing all of my clothes to fall to the floor in a single clump. The heat of the room traveled along the surface of my suddenly naked body. I turned to look at Abraxas, and was surprised to find that he was naked, too. My eyes immediately locked on his quietly throbbing dick as it extended out from a dense patch of fur, its long upward curve perfectly bridging the 10-inch gap between us. “You don't need to know what just happened--not yet, anyway,” he said. “I'll explain that later. Right now, you just need to enjoy your body, and you need to embrace your hunger. Are you hungry, my little angel Michael?” I shivered at the slightest touch of his cockhead as it pressed against my stomach. “Yes. I am. But I don’t know what I’m hungry for.” “But let's be clear: you're hungry. Right, boy?” “Oh, yes.” “Do you want me to feed you?” I didn't hesitate. “Yes, please.” "C'mon then, angelboy,” he said, running his tongue along the fresh puncture wounds in my neck as he trailed a sharp fingernail down the line of my back. “We'd better do something about that appetite."

Part 2 I was feeling very horny when I went into the toilets at Marble Arch that day and I was also feeling bored and restless. In those days the big underground toilet at Marble Arch had a lot of urinals at one end and a row of cubicles along the back wall at the other end with another row of cubicles up each side. This created pockets that were hidden from general view and at that time there was a lot of activity in the cubicles. Guys would often stand up on the toilets to watch the action going on in the neighbouring cubicles. I started off at the urinals where there was a lot of wanking going on. I joined in and soon I was standing between a young black guy and a mid thirties Italian looking dark haired guy in track suit bottoms who was wanking a huge cock. The young black guy started breathing heavily and then started shooting his spunk into the urinal. Then the dark haired guy stuffed his cock back into his pants and disappeared up the back of the toilets towards the cubicles. I had a look round and there was no one who really interested me at the urinals apart from a young lad in a cap but he was busy being wanked off by an older guy. I decided to go after the Italian looking guy and made my way down towards the cubicles. I got there just in time to see him disappearing into one. I had a fleeting view of someone else entering the cubicle just in front of him. All the other doors were shut so I waited and after a short time a door opened and a guy came out of one of the cubicles next to the one the Italian guy had gone into. I went in and soon I was up on the toilet looking over into the next cubicle. The Italian guy was there and with him was a fit ginger lad in a smart white shirt and dark trousers who looked to be in his mid twenties. I love ginger lads and I was really turned on as I watched. The ginger lad was sitting on the toilet sucking the cock of the dark haired guy who had his trackies and pants down at this knees. I was wanking now as I watched them but the scene was about to get much hornier as the ginger lad stood up, handed something to the dark haired guy and turned round and bent over the toilet. I assumed it was a condom he had handed the guy but it was actually a small sachet of lube and I watched as he rubbed some on ginger lad's arse and some on his cock. He then stood behind the ginger lad and pushed his cock right up his arse without a condom.. I was shocked but very turned on and I had a perfect view from above of the dark haired guy's thick cock moving in and out ginger lad's arsehole. I watched and wanked as he fucked ginger lad and suddenly I realised ginger lad had seen me. He grinned up at me and I grinned back., Dark haired guy was getting close now and soon he threw his head back, thrusting his cock hard up ginger lad's arse and obviously blowing a load right up him.. I watched as dark haired guy pulled his cock out ginger lad's arse, stuffed it back in his pants and left the cubicle. Ginger lad looked up at me and grinned again. He motioned to me to join him and I didn't hesitate. I knew even at that point what I was going to do. I went in and ginger lad was sitting on the toilet again. I got my cock out and he took it into his mouth and began to suck me. I was already close to coming so after a short time I pulled my cock out his mouth. Without a word he got up, turned around, pulled his smart black trousers and white Calvin Klein pants down and bent over. I didn't hesitate. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. I slid right up him and began to fuck. I knew I wouldn't last long and I didn't - after about ten to twelve thrusts I shot a massive load right up his unprotected arse. The last time I had bareback sex it was a lapse. This time it was deliberate and I enjoyed every minute of it. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I fucked bare again and a few weeks later I fucked a guy I met in a bar without a condom. I didn't fuck bare for a while after that and then I one afternoon I was in the cruisy toilets at Hilton Park motorway service station and I fucked a smartly dressed mid twenties black guy in a cubicle. I had noticed the wedding ring when I was sucking him and somehow this made it even more exciting when I blew a big load right up his tight arse. A few weeks later one of my friends from Scotland came down for a weekend. Alan and I were the same age, and he had been together with his partner for some years. I knew he sometimes strayed when he was away from home and we had been out cruising together. I had never seen him in action but I knew he was always very careful about safe sex. On the Saturday night we were drinking in a gay bar in West London and we got chatting to a young twinky boy with dyed blond hair. It was clear that Alan was into him and the attraction seemed to be mutual. I went to the toilet and when I came back the blond boy went to the bar. To my surprise Alan asked me if I was up for a threesome. I wasn't sure but Alan assured me the lad was up for doing it with both of us and the idea began to turn me on more and more. A short time later the three of us arrived back at my flat. I went to the toilet and when I came back Alan's pants were down and the young lad was down sucking his cock. I was impressed by the size of Alan's cock and how big and thick it was. I joined in and soon I was being sucked by the blond lad. Alan sat down and spread his legs and the blond lad went down on him. I was really turned on by the whole situation and Alan motioned to me to come towards him and I did. He pulled my cock towards his mouth and began to suck me off. We moved to the bedroom and I started sucking Alan's cock as the blond lad rimmed my arse. A bit later I was being sucked by the blond lad and Alan was rimming his arse. Alan said he wanted to fuck and I indicated the condoms and the lube I had left by the side of the bed. Alan picked up the lube and a condom. A few moments later I felt the blond lad pushed forward onto my cock as Alan pushed his cock up him and began to fuck. I then noticed the condoms at the side of the bed - there had been three of them before and there were still three. Alan hadn't used the condom. I got up and went round to the bottom of the bed. I looked at Alan's cock thrusting up the blond lad's arse. "Are you wearing a condom?" I asked. Alan looked at me and shook his head. I was shocked - I had never thought Alan would do something like that but I didn't have much time to think because after a while Alan pulled out blond boy's arse and indicated that I should take over. I reached for a condom and Alan stopped me. He looked at me and pulled my bare cock towards blond boy's arse. Blond boy didn't seem to care as Alan and I took turns fucking him bare and I don't think I have ever been so turned on as I was when I watched Alan groan and shoot his load up blond boy's arse. I took over and the knowledge that I was about to add my load to Alan's drove me over the edge and I gave blond boy another load to add to the one he already had up there. The next day I told Alan how turned on I had been by the whole experience. Alan replied explaining he normally played safe but now and then he got bored of condoms. I said I was the same and we began to talk about sex. We both got horny and ended up back in bed together. Alan asked me if I wanted to fuck him and said I could do it without a condom if I wanted. I had known Alan for ten years and would never have guessed he was such a dirty fucker. I slid my cock up his tight arse and fucked him. We fucked three more times before he went home and each time I blew a load up his arse. About ten minutes before it was time to drive him to the station he said he was horny again and he dropped his pants and took another load up his arse before getting on the train to go back to his boyfriend. I was getting careless, but I told myself that I might fuck without a condom now and then but would not let myself be fucked. At that time I had a job which took me out and about in north London and one evening, about 6.30 PM, I went into a public toilet at the top of Stamford Hill. A tall young black guy was wanking a big cock at the urinals and we ended up in a cubicle together. I was sucking his cock and he was reaching down the back of my pants to finger my hole. He wet his finger and pushed it up my hole. He said he wanted to fuck me and I asked if he had a condom. He didn't, and neither did I. He tried to talk me into doing it without a condom but I wouldn't. The black guy pressed me, promising he wouldn't come in my arse. Desperately horny, and admittedly tired of always doing the right thing, I agreed that he could fuck me as long as he didn't come inside me. I dropped my pants, lubed myself up, and bent over. The guy pushed his cock up me and began to fuck. I was so turned on at being fucked, even more so that I was being fucked bareback in a public toilet in a busy area of London. I knew even then that he was going to come up me and I was going to get a load of cum in my arse for the first time in almost ten years but I also knew that I wasn't going to stop him. He was getting faster now and I could tell he was getting close. I groaned "Don't come up me." "I won't, mate, I promise," he gasped, breathing excitedly. Just then he bent over me and put his arms round me. He pulled me tight against him, humped me hard three of four times and shot his load right up me. He was out of the cubicle in seconds, leaving me bent over the toilet with my pants down and a big load of cum up my arse. My cock was harder than it had ever been as I pushed the door shut and wanked myself off, needing only three or four strokes before I shot a massive load of cum all down the wall of the cubicle. As I walked down the hill I knew I should feel worried but I didn't. I knew it would not be too long before I did it again..... Part 3 to follow

As Duke rubbed his still dripping cock over Ryan’s face and then into the boys mouth getting the lad to clean it off as I sat on the armchair and lubed up my cock grunting “hurry up and clean that cock son, then get over here and ride my cock”, a few minutes later the kid climbed up straddling me and lowered his sweet tight hole down on my dick sighing blissfully “mmmm your cocks so big”, I grinned as I put my big hands on his hips pushing his pussy further down onto my cock “yeah I am boy and your cunt is so tight, for now”, ginger just moaned and started to ride me as my phone beeped and I read the text from Carlo’s ‘bring the slut over when your ready’. Thirty minutes later after I’d spunked up the kid’s shitter and Duke had gotten a nice long sloppy blowjob we pulled some shorts on and took a very high Ryan down to Carlos’s place. Carlos has an old house down a tiny alleyway well out of the way from prying eyes, it looks very non descript from the outside but on the inside it looks like an Aladdin’s cave, richly decorated and elaborate, mostly to cater for his main clientele the rich Arabs and Africans who desired white boy arse but also needed a discreet though expensive place to live out their wildest fantasises. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by Carlos who ushered us in and then up to his office where he wasted no time in pushing Ryan’s shorts down and examining the boys body to which ginger posed and preened like a champion stud, Carlos nodded to his henchman “blond him”, and I had to chuckle as the big burly gorillaesque guard grabbed Ryan by the upper arm and dragged the boy out of the room as Carlos spat onto the floor grinning “I got ginger slag’s by the fucking dozen”. Me, Duke and Carlos chilled out smoking and drinking brandy served to us by a bruised oriental kid, we watched some dirty porn and Duke sniggered as he heard a little whimper come from a way down the hall “Jesus that must be strong stuff”, Carlos put his cigarette out grinning “I need him blond mate”. Duke was now busy on the other side of the room molesting the oriental lad, his thoughts of Ryan seemingly gone from his mind as he raised his eyebrows at Carlos who indicated to a door “take him in there, he likes it rough”, the oriental kid looked fearful as Duke pulled him out of the room, followed by a little muffled whimper just before the door shut. A little while later a very blond Ryan was brought back to the room by the guard I had to admit the peroxide look suited the kid as he posed again showing off his now hairless body, Carlos grunted as he stroked Ryan’s rock hard cock “you like being high and getting fucked boy?”, the kid nodded his head “fuck yeah”, Carlos grinned snickering as he lead the lad over to his desk and handed the boy a pipe which the nipper immediately lit up “well you have come to the right place boy, I’ll keep you high and you’ll definitely get fucked”, the kid blew out white clouds “fucking cool, I want it” Carlos smiled “I know you do boy” as he pushed the kid to his knees and sat on his chair, Ryan did not need anymore prompting, he immediately pulled Carlos’s fat cock out of his shorts and sucked like a seasoned whore, Carlos rested his hand on the lads head and nodded to his henchman again who handed Carlos a box and then started to take pictures of Ryan sucking and I had to snigger when the guard used just one massive hand to separate the kids butt cheeks and take some pictures of the boys sweet little slightly red pussy hole, Carlos opened the box and pulled out a gold metal collar and put it round Ryan’s neck before looking at the pictures and nodding to the guard “go and see who wants to bid to be the first in the new boy”, adding as the guard turned leaving the room “and dollars or sterling only, no bullshit currency”. I took a sip of my brandy “so who’s the big ape-man”, Carlos chuckled “that’s Brutus”, I had to laugh “apt name!” , Carlos winked “mate when you see his dick and how he fucks you would agree with it more”, this piqued my interest “yeah?”, Carlo’s winked at me pressing a button on the remote and the screen changed to a fuck that made me raise my eyebrows, I whistled as I watched the hulking form of Brutus fucking a big bodybuilder boy with a dick that put even mine to shame, I watched grinning transfixed as the mammoth cock just plunged in and out of the lads torn up ravaged cunt “fuck the mans a monstercock man”, Carlos grinned “ain’t he just”, I rubbed my crotch as Brutus came back into the room and whispered in Carlo’s ear, Carlos grinned as he pulled his dick out of the kids mouth, “you can finished that later boy” and Brutus quite literally pulled Ryan up by his arm dragging him out of the room, Carlos winked at me “lets go and see some of the show but we got to be quiet”, I sort of frowned but smiled “sure” No even thinking about Duke I followed Carlos down a staircase and into a room lit only by a red light, Carlos put his finger to the lips and indicated to a sofa where we both sat, he flicked a button on the table in front of us and I grinned to see a two way mirror light up and exhaled “fuck yeah”, in the other room Ryan was on his hands and knees sucking one black mans big cock as another was sliding a finger in and out of Ryan’s arsehole, I swear they were the darkest black guys I had ever seen, they even made Duke seem pale in comparison, Carlos whispered “the one being sucked is General Aba Bonsu, some shit high up in some African dictatorship, the other some shit colonel in his army”, I laughed quietly as the colonel added another finger along side his one in the kids pussy “I bet his nationals don’t know about this”, Carlos sniggered “fuck no”. The general pulled his dick out of Ryan’s mouth and barked something at the colonel, the sound was too muffled to understand and Carlos whispered “rooms not fully soundproofed that’s why we gotta be quiet” the colonel nodded and twisted Ryan round to his arse was pointed directly at us, Carlos lit a cigar “the shit likes to watch himself in the mirror as he plays with a sluts pussy”, I smiled as we watched the general caressed the boys arse cheeks before sticking his middle finger into a pot and then sliding the thick digit in the kids cunt grinning at himself in the mirror as the colonel held Ryan firmly in place as the kid started to squirm, I looked at Carlos “what that more tina?”, Carlos whispered “shhhh no it’s some African drug, feels like a thousand needles at first apparently but that goes soon enough and makes a boys pussy hungrier than on Tina”, I grinned “I like the sound of that”, we went back to watching as more and more of the gunge was fingered into Ryan and sure enough his squirming soon subsided, the General seemed to talking lovingly to the kid as he graduated to two fingers and soon enough three were pushing in and out of Ryan’s hungry little pussy. After a while the general spoke to the Colonel and he was passed a reasonably sized black dildo, he slapped it on the boys arse and said something to Ryan who raised himself up on his hands and looked over his shoulder his eyes filled with wonder and lust as the general slowly pushed the dildo into his pussy, the kid was licking his lips as he watched himself getting fucked with the dildo making the general laugh as he pushed the dildo all the way into the boys cunt and the colonel pushed his dick into Ryan’s mouth, the kid seemed to look lovingly at the colonel as the dick pushed through his lips, Carlos grinned “that African shits like ‘e’ makes you all hungry and loved up”, I smirked I watched the boy spasm and the general laugh deeply as he pulled the dildo out of the boys hole, the kids cunt was dripping with mucus from his analgasm, the general scooped some up with his fingers and reached over rubbing the mucus on the colonels cock having the boy eat his own arse juices, I chuckled “I like his style”. I grinned as the general shoved three fingers up the boys gaping cunt before pulled them out covered with the kids juices rubbing them on his cock and clicking his fingers at the colonel while still with his dick still in Ryan’s mouth twisted the boy round again, the general slapped the kids arse hard barking something and the lad immediately moved his knees apart, Carlos chuckled quietly as the general looked at himself in the mirror stroking his cock in an exaggerated manner, not taking his eyes off himself as he positioned it and shoved his length into Ryan’s cunt “the arsehole is such a narcissist”, I nodded as the general grabbed the kids hips fucking him in an exaggerated fashion for a while before shouting something at the colonel who pushed his dick further into the boys throat as the general slammed into the lads arse and it was obvious that both where cumming in Ryan at the same time. Moments later the general and his colonel left the room and we enjoyed the view of Ryan kneeling on the floor just a foot or so away from the other side of the mirror jacking and eating the spunk that was leaking from his pussy, Carlos breathed out “at least we can talk a bit more normal now he’s to fucked up to notice”, surely enough the kid did not even seem to react as he was caught up to much in his own slutty reflection.

PART 2 I saw him on BBRTS again a few days later. I messaged him and asked whether he had done what I suggested. He told me he had. Our exchange then was: me: And how did it feel? him: I shot the biggest fucking load. me: And in that moment, did you feel like you could do it, you could let me fuck you bare and cum inside you? him: Yeah, in that moment. me: But afterwards you felt ashamed? him: Yeah. me: But then you did it again once or twice. him: Yes. me: Get out the poppers now and take a nice big hit. Then message me back. him: Okay … done. me: I'm going to fuck you today. Give me your address. There was a long pause, but he did send me the address. I told him to keep hitting the poppers and clean out his ass. I'd be there in half an hour, then I logged off, so he wouldn't have time to back out. When he let me in, he was clearly so anxious he was just about shaking. I put my hand on his heart and told him, "It's racing because you are afraid but also because you are excited. Let the fear go and let the excitement take over. You're finally doing this thing you've been thinking about for so long." And with that I gave him a deep tongue kiss. I felt his resistance ebb. He started feeling up my muscular body, and ultimately the cock bulge in my jeans. And then he led us to his bedroom. I had him undress me first and then I took off his clothes. Damn he looked sexy. I had him chew on my nips, lick my pits and then suck my cock. He was a pretty good cocksucker surprisingly. Then I turned him around, and had him get on his hands and knees on the bed so I could eat out his ass. I gave him a long tonguing, with just a little bit of nibbling now and then, and had him hit the poppers a few times. He was in heat. Then I turned him on his back, put a pillow under his butt and put his ankles on my shoulders. I told him, "I'm only going to use a little lube. As you'll see, one of the benefits of bare fucking is that your ass juice and my precum are going to be enough to keep us going." Then I put just a little bit of gun oil on my cock, while he watched intently. Then I said, "Now I want you to take a hit of the poppers and watch closely as I push into you. This is what you've wanted so badly. Look how hot it looks when a big bare cock is sliding into your own ass." He did as I said. His ass felt great. Neither tight as a virgin, nor loose like a confirmed slut. He'd clearly been fucked a fair amount before, and knew how to take it without much difficulty. I stared into his eyes and said, "It feels fucking great, doesn't it?". "Yeah, " he said, "really great." I fucked him that way for a while, then switched to a few different positions, having him take my cock ass to mouth a couple of times to bring home to him that we were really doing this bare. Then I had him back on his back and told him I wanted him to look at my face 'cause I was going to shoot my cum inside him. The look on his face as I got close was great. He was clearly very excited. I thought about what I had planned for this boy, grunted and squirted out a nice big load, deep at first but making sure to leave some of it shallow. I stayed in for a bit, then slipped out. He was in a state of bliss. I told him to start jerking himself off. As he did so, I fingered a little of my load out and had him suck on it. Then I told him to stick his own finger in and feel my cum in his ass. As he did so, he shot -- high enough to reach his shoulder. I lapped up some of it and gave him a deep kiss. We lay there for a while. And I told him that however good he felt now, however proud of himself, later on he would probably feel shame and regret. "It's natural," I said. "But you will go back to thinking about how hot this was and wanting to do it again," I told him, "and we are going to do it again, and after a few times you won't experience the shame and regret anymore." To which he just nodded. To be continued …