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I had been chatting to this guy on BBRTS a couple of times but it never worked out. However I was walking home yesterday lunch time and I past two NYPD officers on the corner of 50/10 in Hells Kitchen. One of them looked familiar - It was him! I looked at him and smiled and he had a smile on his face and I kept walking. 15 seconds later he stopped me. He was on his own. He asked me if I was free for 15 mins in half an hour. I said yes. He said he was going to swing by my apartment. I gave him my address and walked home. I got home and cleaned. 5 mins later I get a text that he was coming up. I answered the door in my jock as he requested. He was in his uniform. We went into the bed room and and I undid his trousers. He was very sweaty (like a real man) and his arms were on fire! He was already pretty hard but i get hid dick wet. He pushed me on the bed, spat on my hole and slide hid dick in and started pounding me. He was a good size. Lots of poz verbal too, which is a winner! He shot is load in about 10 mins. Pulled out and stuck his dick in my mouth to clean. Sorted out is uniform and left. Hopefully seeing his again for a longer session soon. I'm ShootInsideMe on BBRTS, if u are in NYC and want to dump a load ;-)

I’d been blowing clouds with a daddy I would hook up with. He would have me come over and there would be a pipe loaded and ready for me when I arrived. “Sit, hit this until you finish it.” He’d say. And for the next twenty to thirty minutes I’d watch porn as I hit the pipe. When I was done, he’d fill it again. “Ok, lemme know when this is done.” And so I’d continue. By the time I was done I’d be flying and he’d be ready. He’d fill it again, move to the bed and take his clothes off. “Get between my legs and suck my meat, boy.” He nonchalantly order. And I’d take my clothes off, leaving on my jock, and I’d begin to suck he thick daddy dick. He was southern, white trashy / redneck sort of guy. Nice enough, with a great cock between his legs. I’d suck his dick for hours, and he’d feed me the pipe. He loved getting me higher and higher and having my spun mouth work over his dick. At some point in the night, after hours of me nursing his meat, he’d tell me to grease up my hole, turn around and sit down on his dick. And I would gladly oblige. One night, about midway into the session he received a text. And then sent another, and received another. “Hey, I need to go get some more shit. I have a friend staying in the other room. You are going to entertain him until I get back. Go over, knock on the door and he’ll let you in. When I get back, you can continue. Without hesitating I stood up and walked out of the room. I knocked on the door, it slid open, dark except the glow of a cell phone on a nightstand. And I walked in. A figure, taller than me, muscular, quietly said “Hey there.” and shut the door behind me. I moved toward the bed and he followed. He was naked and hard. “Is your hole open yet?” He asked. “Haven’t been fucked today yet” I responded. He reached over and lubed up his finger. “Lay down.” He told me. I laid on the bed and he guided my legs in the air. Lubing my ass and pushing in with his finger. “Not too tight. Good.” He pushed me further back and climbed on top of me. He handed me a bottle of poppers. “Hit these deep a few times, let me know when you are done with them.” He said. I hit them deep and hard, and immediately my skin and head buzzed and I felt light as a feather. I could feel him lubing up my hole more, and then he pushed my legs all the way back by my ears and placed a pillow under my ass. Then I felt his cock head on my hole and it pressed in. My hole was eager and I just wanted it to be filled with something big and thick. I still couldn’t make out his face really, but his body was firm, long and muscular. His dick with thick and just long enough. He slid all the way in. And I started to move a little for position. He grabbed my neck and said, “Do not move. Your job is to lay there, silently and take it. You move and I stop. You make a sound and I stop. If you need poppers, just tough your nose. Otherwise don’t move. Got it?” I was so turned on. “Yes.” I quietly responded. “Good. You are a bottom. My whore. Just a hole. And I want to get off. So shut up.” And he proceeded to fuck me deep and hard. I didn’t dare move. He handed me the poppers and and I inhaled deeply. About twenty minutes later he blew his load into my hole. It was still completely dark, I still hadn’t seen his face really. And when he was done shooting his load he pulled out. “Thanks. I think our bud is back.” And he walked to the door, slid it open while staying in the dark and ushered me into the hall. I went back to the daddy’s room. He was laying in the bed, porn on, dick out, pipe loaded. I went right back to sucking his meat. “How was my friend?” He asked. “Great.” I mumbled as I worked his cock with my mouth. “You just made me $40.” He said. “Daddy’s little whore.” My dick got rock hard. And I sucked him until he came. He fell asleep almost as soon as he came, and I quietly dressed and slipped out into the pre-dawn cool air of the street. I wasn’t nearly done. So I drove to a local sex club, parked and went in. This place was a sleazy hole, no private rooms, just lockers. And it had a few slings, some glory holes and a second level lofted with various spots to fuck and suck. I stripped down to my jock and sneakers, locked my locker, grabbed a cigarette and ran to the little smoking room towards the back. It was fairly quiet, no one doing anything, a guy was on the computers scrolling through profiles online, and another guy was already in the smoking room. Wearing jeans, a leather harness, and boots. He was smoking a cigarette. I sat down, he offered me a light. A few mins in, he pulled a pipe from his jeans and torched the bowl, and blew a big cloud. He offered me a hit, and I took it. We started chatting. He asked about my night, and without sparing much detail I told him what had happened so far. He smiled. “Woof!” He snarled. “Want to get fucked more?” He asked. And I nodded. He stood, pulled out a bag, and then found a small but nice size rock. “Bend over bud, lets get this deep in there.” And I turned around showed him my ass, and he pushed the rock deep inside. I turned around and sat back down. He pulled out his phone and started typing. “I have a few buddies who might be close by who would love a go on your ass. Let’s see what we can get going.” And he hit send on his phone. “Ok, go get that hole in a sling. I’ll be right there.” I walked out of the room and found a sling I liked toward the front. I slid up into it, and noticed a few more guys had come into the club. One big bear, younger, and fully clothed. An older guy, about 65, tall, lanky, with his dick hanging out of his jeans and a leather vest. And a third guy, about 40, long hair, long beard, kinda looked dirty and homeless. The all took note of the me hopping into the sling. My friend from the smoking room came out and handed me his poppers. “They are heading over now.” He said. I hit the poppers and he stuck a finger in my ass. The other three circled closer to the sling. He looked up and said to the dirty looking one, “Want his ass?” And with that he gave me to the dude. I never saw his dick, but felt it go in. He pushed all the way deep, and it felt amazing. My new smoking friend moved toward my head, gave me a hit of poppers. Looked quickly around, pulled out his pipe and lit if for me and I inhaled deep as the homeless guy plowed into my ass. “Your hole is mine tonight, and I’m going to keep it full.” My new buddy announced. As soon as the homeless guy blew his load in my hole, he motioned for the lanky older guy to take his place. This guy had been quiet so far watching, but as soon as his dick entered my ass it nearly doubled in size and he tore into my hole hard. It hurt from time to time, and my bud would make sure the poppers were at the ready. This went on for at least a half hour, and I noticed a few others had joined us. The old man finally busted his nut and pulled out. He leaned in and whispered to me “I love a good fucking whore. what locker is yours, I’ll slip me number into it. Call me as soon as you are done with here tonight, and I’ll keep you busy later.” I gave him my locker number and off he went. “My friends are here.” My smoking bud said with a smile, handing me the poppers again. “I also had them text their friends.” And before I had finished the hit of poppers, another dick was in my ass.

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.

I had just been diagnosed HIV poz and learned my viral load was excessive. Anyone taking an unprotected load was sure to be converted. I was 51 and had a few younger lads with whom I regularly played, lads who were into Daddies. One of the lads was a a fairly shy somewhat nerdy dark haired slight lad who went by the nickname of 'Tiger'. At least that's the nickname he shared with me. We had been playing games for about a year or so, and had always barebacked. He was good at triggering my buttons and, as a consequence, he always went home with more than one load inserted deep in his guts. I hadn't told him yet about the issue about status as I had gotten the results only a couple of days before our next session. Thinking it over, I decided it was best to give Tiger the news face-to-face. I also picked-up some condoms - just in case he still wanted to get fucked. When he walked in the door I gave him a hug, explaining we needed to chat. With that I got the two of us a drink, led him into my bedroom, and taking him into my arms I began saying "Well Tiger, things are gonna be a bit different today and for a while. 'Cause I just leaned I'm HIV poz. It's okay," I added, continuing "I'm fine, I don't need counselling or hugs. To be honest, I'm somewhat surprised I went this long before seroconverting." Tiger made to comment, but I cut him off saying "Anyway, Tiger, here are some condoms. That's the change in the way we go at it, at least for now. My viral load is quite high, so we must take precautions to stay safe, especially because you're so much younger than me." When I paused in my announcement Tiger responded "Look, I barebacked you for a year. I'm not gonna stop now just because of this." "No, Tiger, come on, this is serious business. I don't wanna be responsible for having converted you. Be sensible." Giving me a snog, and tweaking my nipples, he easily got my cock hard and eager to play. I tried to get control of the situation by saying "Hey now, we've gotta agree: no bareback play." "Fuck off," he responded, adding "I decide whether or not I bareback, not you. It isn't your decision. If I wanna side down this diseased a toxic pole - well, that's my choice." "That's not fair to me, Tiger. I couldn't live with myself, knowing I had converted you. Again he snogged me, stuffing his tongue into my mouth and giving my nipples a twist. That is the most expedient way of getting (and keeping) me rock hard and burning with lust. Grabbing my cock, he spat in his hand, lubbed my cock and his ass, and, straddling my cock with his brown eye, he pushed his bum onto my unprotected toxic pole, admonishing "Remember, it's my choice and I want to climb on board for a hot fuck. I want to to ride you - and deep." Before I could react to his declaration he had slid all the way down my poke, and even if I was inclined to protest I could see the determination, lust, passion and sleaze which had combined in his decision. Admittedly my resistance was melting fast as I also found myself overcome with lust, particularly when I experienced the animalistic ferocity with which he slammed his ass down on my cock, his perverted tunnel enveloping my entire cock. Grabbing nearby poppers, Tiger huffed deeply, and then thrust the bottle under my nostril. "Okay, okay," I replied, "but promise to get off my cock before I cum, please," I grunted. Staring at my face intensely, Tiger answered "Okay, I'll try." Inwardly I sighed, thinking perhaps he would come to his senses. But I didn't have much time to dwell on what was, ultimately, Tiger's decision as just then he doubled, if not tripled the energy he was expending in riding my cock, shouting as he did so "You sleazy slut!" adding all manner of obscenities with each furious downward thrust. Nor did he neglect my tits in roughing them up even more fiercely than earlier, which, of course, brought me to the cusp of blowing my toxic load. "Hey Tiger, it's time, get off me, I'm gettin' close," I managed to warn. Tiger, however, only replied "Give me your toxic load, Daddy. Fuck your boy." "Come on, Tiger, you said you'd get off," I grunted, even as I had now joined in pounding his ass. "Okay, okay," he responded, making a move that led me to think he was about to dismount my cock, only to find, to my utter horror and complete startlement, to find he slammed back down on my shaft, sliding all the way down to my balls, simultaneously twisting my nipples, squeezing them hard as he gave me full on eye contact as he snarled at me "I want that fuckin' poz cum, Daddy! I want your toxic load. Holy fuck, give it to me now!" With that he squeezed my shaft with his ass muscles, and held me in position as he verbally demanded I give him my load. Naturally, at a certain point a man just can't be expected to hold off, so I didn't. I accepted the fact that Tiger was a cum whole, a bug chaser, and I should give him what he demanded of me so I let loose and flooded his hole with my toxic load, emptying an unbelievably large load of cum into his hole. As we came down from the orgasm Tiger grunted "Fuck condoms. I want your poz cum and that of all the other hot poz fuckers I can find. I want your disease. I want your AIDS."

I'm a chaser but I think PrEP is awesome. Chasing or not-caring is not an option for everyone for dozens of reasons. I once had another chaser tell me that bottoms who are on PrEP aren't real bottoms, and I told him he's a fucking idiot. If you want to and can be on PrEP absolutely do it. If you want to chase then chase.

(about five years ago) At the time, I thought I was at the end of my rope. I had just been laid-off from my job and was trying to keep my head above water. I could live off the severance pay for the rest of the year, but losing that job pretty much ended my social life. All of my friends were either still there or had been let go too. I'd get emails or texts from them on a very irregular basis. But I wasn't alone...I had Bongo. Bongo was my German Shepherd and best friend. He was pleased as hell to have me home all the time. We took long walks in my little neighborhood and played fetch for hours. He was as anti-social as I was. He got angry at strangers and wanted to taste their blood. There were a few humans he seemed okay with...my mom, the bible-thumping dude who fixed my sliding glass door and one of the guys at the vet's office. Bongo went through a stage where he refused to eat, and I was taking him to the animal clinic. I usually had to put a muzzle on him so he wouldn't kill the doctor. Embarrassing. However, there was one assistant he seemed to instantly like. He was called a "technician", but really he just did the grunt work there. Mopping up pee. trimming nails and feeding the animal patients. But Joey seemed to be happy with the job. We were both around the same age (late 20's). He was a tall, gangly red-head who still had some freckles dotting his cheeks and nose. Joey knew how to handle Bongo, knew the tone of voice that would calm him down. "Hello, Bongo. Why don't you want to eat? Upset stomach? I get that sometimes. Let's go get you better." The vet had to do some emergency dental surgery on a poodle and couldn't see us that day. It was almost closing time and Joey arranged for Bongo to spend the night there so that the doctor could check him first thing in the morning. "No extra charge. I'll look after him and call you with any updates. He'll be fine, Ross. Bongo is a good boy and we get along." I took the sad drive back home. If you've ever known a German Shepherd you know they are a big presence at all times....with their size and energy. The house seemed so empty and quiet without Bongo. What would I even do tonight? Watch cable news? Read? I just sat on the couch with glass after glass of wine. And worried. I had a small panic building in my chest. Around 9 M, the phone rang. "Hello?" "Ross? Hi, it's Joey. Just wanted to let you know that I took Bongo out for a walk just now and he has the runs. I think he has a stomach bug which is so fixable. I gave him a giant bowl of water and a treat. I think he's going to be just fine." "That's great. Are you there 24 hours a day?" "No. It just seems that way now because we're short of help. The guy who comes twice a night to walk and check on the patients and borders quit. I live nearby and am always willing to get overtime." "That makes me feel so much better. Bongo likes you...and he hardly likes anyone." "Want to come visit him now? I know he'd love to see you." "Now? At night?" "Why not? Plus I could use the company. But only if you can. I'll watch for you and unlock the front door." "Great. See you soon." For whatever reason, I was nervous. I cleaned myself up a little and got dressed. At the last second, I grabbed a t-shirt out of the hamper. Bongo had a great sense of smell and would probably miss my articular odor. Once I got there, I saw the lights were all on. And Joey was standing there, waiting. He wasn't wearing those scrubs the 'technicians' usually wear...he was just in old jeans and a baseball shirt. There were holes in the jeans and I could see one of his exposed knees. Wonder if there were freckles on it? He let me in and took me right back to the kennel area. How did he do this? There were so many hurting dogs who obviously missed their homes. Sad eyes. Bongo saw me before I saw him...and barked joyfully. He looked like he was feeling better. His eyes were happy and bright...so much different than his little neighbors. "How do you do it, Joey? How can be around so much sadness?" "Because I'm good at helping them. And that makes me feel good. I'm glad the other guy quit. He could give a shit. I actually care." "Makes sense. Do you guys still need help?" "Badly. Why? You want the job? I mean, I know you're unemployed, but this can be hard work -- for not much pay." "How do you know I'm unemployed?" He looked down and admitted that one of the ladies at the desk had told him. He must have asked about me. "You'd be excellent at this job. Maybe as good as me. You have the right vibe, and I see you brought an old t-shirt for Bongo." "Yeah. It's not clean. He sleeps next to me every night and maybe misses my funk." "Go ahead and give it to him. I'll unlock the cage." As soon as the door opened, Bongo bolted out and came to me. I hated thinking he thought I was taking him home now. This was probably a bad idea. "Why don't you walk him, while I walk the pug twins. Let's go." It was a nice night in late June. The clinic was in an upscale strip mall and very well-lit. There was a mini-park next to the hair salon, and we let the dogs sniff it out and do their stuff. "If you really want the job, you've got it. Dr. Church likes me and will listen to my opinion. He's like us...he can get inside an animal's brain. I wanted to be an animal doctor when I was in school, but didn't have good enough grades. Kills me. But I have a decent life for the most part. What about you? What are you going to do next?" "No idea. Bongo and I haven't figured out our next move." "Well, you'll be working here for a little while." "I'd like that. There's nothing on TV I want to see anyway." "And you're gay too, right?" Huh? "What? How much did the desk lady tell you?" "Liz has a gay son, and probably just knew. She's not a gossip or anything....I just asked her a lot about you." "Why?" "You don't know? I'm gay too. I've been interested in you and Bongo for nearly a year. What do you think about that?" Um. "Well. I'm flattered I guess. I know almost nothing about you." "You know my name, the fact that I'm gay, a bad student and love animals. What else?" "You have a boyfriend?" "No. I have had a lot of sex with men and a lot of fun, but I'm too odd-looking for a serious relationship." The dogs seemed to be done so we headed back. "You are NOT odd looking, Joey. I think you're handsome." "No. You just see the inside of me. My outside is just red hair and scarecrow body and freckles." "No more putting yourself down in my presence. I don't like it. It's too much the way I think of myself." "You? You're a catch, Ross." I had no more words. Did I like this guy?I did. What do I do next? What do I say?" Once Bongo was inside his cage, Joey handed him my t-shirt. He loved it and immediately made a little pillow with it. I guess this was the end of the night. It was almost 10:30 PM. "He's going to be just fine. I know it. He had a tummy ache and it's better now. You leaving?" "Well...yeah. He's in good hands with you." "But I have go to come back in four hours to do the final walk. Can you give me a ride home? We can hang out or something." Sure. I felt my pulse quicken. "Sounds good. Where do you live?" "Pepper Tree Apartments. It's only a few blocks away. I can just walk if you need to go home. You probably do...I bet you've got a cat." "No. No cats yet. I like them, but I don't think Bongo does." He laughed and got in my car. I purposely didn't turn on the radio so he would talk more. I had a feeling I was in the middle of being seduced. Maybe. "Nice car. Do you date much?" "No. I was never sure how to do it or what to say or where to go." "You're kidding, right? I've had so many one night stands, it's ridiculous. I guess I'm like a tom cat that hasn't been neutered. So I guess you never went to 'Soaks'." "What's that?" "It's the bath house downtown. I spent a good five years going there. Keep your eyes on the road while I tell you something. I have AIDS. Well, not technically. It's still just HIV. Not sure how I got it. I only like fucking - not getting fucked. Doc wants me to start drug therapy, but the animals are the only therapy I need right now. OK. Just park here on the street...the lot is always full this time of night." We got out. The crickets were singing. "You should start taking the medication, Joey. It's basically a cure now." "Basically. Right. I'll take the meds eventually. Why are you so concerned? You don't even know my last name." "It's "Moffet". You think I haven't asked Liz about you too?" He reached down and took my hand. His fingers were so long...like a spider or something. It felt right. "She's okay....just likes to talk. Her husband is a drunk. I bet her life sucks." "Joey -- I like holding your hand." "Feels natural to me." "Completely." "I'm right here on the first level. Hopefully the guys upstairs are already passed out. They party a LOT." His place was simple and clean. Lots of framed prints on the wall. Monet. I took art history in college and liked the Impressionists most of all. Joey took off his sneakers. No socks. There were little red tufts of hair on top of his toes. "I like your place. It's nice." "No, not really. I'm not into 'stuff'. Want some wine? It's boxed, but still pretty good. Called "blush" or something like that." "If you have some, I will." He brought back two way-too-full glasses of pink wine. It wasn't bad at all. "Ross?" "Yeah?" "If I kiss you right now, will you like it?" "Probably, but there's only one way to know for sure." He leaned over and kissed me with his mouth open wide. It was like we were one right then. I tasted him and took his air into my lungs. So this is why everybody liked to kiss...you got to be part of someone with just a simple act. Nobody ever told me. My dick grew five sizes. He stopped and looked at me with his green eyes. "I think you liked that." "Ding,ding, ding...that is correct." I couldn't help but smile broadly. "Wanna get naked? And go to my bed?" "Yeah. I'm wanting that, Joey." He took my hand again and led me into his little chamber. It was as simple and clean as the rest of his apartment. We both undressed and just stood there at the foot of his bed, hugging and groping. I noticed his dick was very fat and long. It kept prodding me in the stomach. Making me weak in the knees. "Lay down." I did. His mattress wasn't so good, but I gave not a damn. He climbed into bed next to me and panted like he'd run a mile. "Wanna touch my cock, Ross? Just to see if you like it?" I didn't just touch it...I kissed the flaring red head of his big cock. It tasted like him. "Oh shit! Yeah! Suck it...just for a little while. Please?" I had no idea what I was doing. Suck on it like it was a baby bottle? I could do that. His dick was just so large and imposing. I had to make an effort. I did as best I could. I could tell he was leaking a little because my tongue was tasting new things. I seldom produced pre-cum. "You know what I have in my balls and in my blood, Ross. We can stop now or...." "Or..?" "You can follow my lead. I can be a little bossy in bed, but I'm giving you an 'out'." "Take the lead, Joey. But can we have a little bit of light. I want to see everything." He stretched out a long arm and switched on a little bedside lamp. Not a lot of brightness, but I could see the red hair under his arms and the freckles on his shoulders. The pubes around his fat prick were curly and red like a clown wig. "Okay, buddy. I'm in charge now. Let's make this count. Ever lick an asshole before? you're going to now." He sat on my face. I tasted the fur first and then the other things -- none of which were unpleasant. Weirdly, he tasted and smelled a little bit like the vet's office. I kind of loved doing this, but I wasn't getting any oxygen. I just kept licking and kissing his hole while he moaned. I could always breathe later. He lifted off of me and I gulped the free air. "Damn, Ross. I'm leaking all over the place. We might not even need lube! Ready to be fucked? Fucked with a sick,deadly cock?" "Oh God yes." "That wasn't really a question." He spread my legs far apart and got in position to do the deed. Right as he was poking around down there, loud music came from the ceiling. The bass practically shook the walls. "I guess your neighbors are home." "Good timing. Nobody will hear you scream when I do THIS!" He thrust that big dick halfway into me and I definitely screamed. Nobody heard me yell 'stop' and 'no'. Joey was grinning like the devil. He was really enjoying this and that made me want to please him more. I was doing this. I was getting my virgin body pozzed. He kept going deeper. The guys in porn movies (I'd seen a few hundred) always shut their eyes tight and looked like they were in agony as they got close to orgasm, but Joey had his eyes wide open and was grinning so broadly. "Yeah! Come in me! I want it!" "Here it is. Ahhhhh! Yes! I needed that." He left his dick inside of me for a minute, looking into my face the whole time. Still smiling. "Thanks, Joey. I loved it." "Sshh. You're bleeding a bit. Let me get a paper towel and clean you up. We can nap for a few hours and then go check on our boy." 'Our'? From that point on, we were connected. It was like a wedding or something because he was a permanent part of my life after that moment. We dated and worked together and he finally moved himself in to my house. Bongo was thrilled...sleeping between two people he liked, loved. I of course tested HIV+ eventually. I could worry about that later. He's outside walking Bongo right now.

Epilogue - A Ring of Fire: A black hand snatched the wad of cash - my tips from the Speed Breeding and anonymous dick/cum I had taken - then he took the keys to my apartment Garrett was holding, and as Garrett stepped back, smiling like the twisted fucker he was, the black bouncer/guard I had teased earlier filled the doorway and said, “HIS PARTY IS OVER. MINE IS JUST BEGINNING. YOU READY FOR SOME BBC SLOW, DEEP, ROUGH BREEDING? NONE OF THIS SPEEDY SHIT - I PLAN TO TAKE MY TIME OPENING THAT ASS PUSSY UP AND FILLING YOU WITH NICCA NUTT” Before I replied I gave him and up/down once over look and my ass shivered in anticipation. He was tall, stocky, with a full beard and a GIGANTIC steel pipe snaking down the right leg of his jeans that even soft was fucking impressive. Garrett patted me on the shoulder and laughed, “I’ll see you at home - good job tonight.” My black escort called out behind him, “Don’t wait up.” I smiled at his boldness, bent over to pick up my shorts, shirt, and full bottle of cocaine Garrett had left for me and yelped as two, calloused fingers started violating my hole as his other hand pressed down on my back. “How many loads you take in that ass tonight,” he asked? I ignored the question as I snorted some powder, wiped my nose, and started to push back, riding those digits. He chuckled, “Fucking bitch - you’re in heat huh? Like I told you, YOU TEASING THE WRONG MAN.” He growled, “I ONLY FUCK WHEN I KNOW IT’S ALL GOING IN - EVERY INCH - and IF THAT MEANS MAKING THAT SHIT BLEED AND TEARING YOU OPEN TO GET IT, I WILL. I AIN’T PLAYIN. I TAKE WHAT’S MINE. Now that pussy ass is mine. You ain’t ready yet and frankly never will be until I get done fucking is the first time.” All that talk just made me want it and want it now and I started moaning and riding his fingers harder even as he tried adding a third and turning his hand from vertical to horizontal to cut me up and stretch me out. The sharp pain was joyous and I pushed back on it. He started slicing and dicing my wet hole as he continued, “I’M TELLING YOU NOW. YOU AIN’T READY, BUT I’LL GET YOU CLOSER AND AFTER YOU’VE SHOWN ME YOU CAN BE A REAL WHORE AND SLUT FOR GOOD BLACK DICK - NOT THESE PANTY ASS WHITE DING A LINGS THAT SNUCK THROUGH HERE TONIGHT - BUT REAL NICCA DICK - WHEN I THINK THAT PUSSY IS SET, YOU WILL CRY, SCREAM, TRY TO RUN AND I WON’T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT CAUSE LIKE I SAID, THAT PUSSY ASS IS MINE NOW. SO QUIT DICKIN AROUND, GATHER YOUR SHIT AND COME ON.” Damn it! What do you call it when a bottom is left hanging like that? Tops get blue balls but what do bottoms get? Blue asshole? I followed him out of the warehouse and had to hustle to keep up. He quickly crossed the street and entered a short alley that cut the block in half and ran between a little neighborhood grocery store and an old bar that only seemed to be open for the daytime drunks. He stopped, turned fast for such a big guy, put his hand around my throat and shoved me against the brick wall, “Hold my fucking lighter for me, then once I start hitting my pipe I want you to get on your hands and knees and lick my boots.” I paused, “What if someone comes by?” I garbled. He just shook his head, “Like I give a shit. They can either watch the show or join in.” Then, with only the glow from his lighter as I tried to hold it steady, he reached down, rolled up cuff of his jeans and extracted a silver case from the top of his Timberlands. I watched as he deftly removed a glass pipe that had a stem about 3 inches long with a gum drop sized bowl on the end. He then stuffed a wadded up piece of Chore Boy metal cleaning pad that he had pre-balled and burned a bit to get the orange coloring off into the bowl. Next he tapped a big yellowish rock out of a little baggy, set it on top of the metal wadding, latched the case close and slid it back into his boot top. He took the lighter, kicked me, “Get on your fucking knees - wait - take them shorts off so I see that ass - there you go - now get on your knees and clean them boots.” I started slurping on his Timberlands as the BBC flicked his lighter, got the rock melting, then inhaled. I reached up to stroke that long dick I was so eager to taste and feel and got knocked up side the head as he coughed out a toxic cloud, “FUCK THAT SHIT OFF. KEEP YOUR FUCKING HANDS TO YOURSELF AND THAT TONGUE ON MY BOOTS. YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO SERVE A REAL MAN - THAT STARTS BY OBEYING AND KEEPS GOING BY YOU ATTENDING TO MY NEEDS. RIGHT NOW - MY NEED IS YOU TO BATHE MY TIMBS WITH THAT TONGUE. LATER - MY NEED WILL BE TO BREED YOU SO DEEP YOU’LL GET FLUID IN YOUR LUNGS - NUTT PNEUMONIA.” Having finished up the rock, he reached down with his calloused hands, patted me on the head, took his metal case back out of his boot, set the pipe back inside, tucked it back in and said, “Get up. Get your shorts on. Come on.” About a block away as we headed east we paused at the corner. We stood by the vacant building for about 5 minutes - him tweaking and me snorting coke from my bottle. A few cars were on 14th Street, but it was not until one slowed, then circled round the block and came down the side street that he moved. He eased out to the edge of the sidewalk, the car stopped, window rolled down, the black guy inside leaned over and he and my bouncer escort exchanged words. The car then backed up away from the lit corner and turned it’s lights off. I followed along and the driver got out, walked to the passenger side, and leaned against the door as we approached. My BBC bouncer pulled the wad of my cash tips from his pocket, peeled off a $10, handed it to the guy, who smiled, unbuckled his pants, and dropped them to the pavement. “Suck his dick,” I was ordered. I looked from one guy to the other and while I wanted to get fucked, got on my knees, grabbed the guy’s hips and started slurping. I didn’t care if someone might walk by - which given the location and time of night was unlikely and the fact that my BBC bouncer was standing behind me watching. “SUCK THAT DICK YOU WHORE - SUCK IT!” the car’s driver said as he started pumping my throat. I did for a bit, but my B.I.C. (Bottom In Charge) role took over and I pulled back, looked up, and breathlessly asked, “Want to fuck me?” That got me a hard boot to the back as a silent ‘shut up’ from my BBC guide, and as the driver did not respond I shrugged, and focused on working my mouth hole instead. The driver’s hands grabbed the back of my head and he started thrusting, pumping, and filled my mouth with a pint of man cum. Satisfied I had sucked him dry he let go of my head, I leaned back, he zipped up, walked around the front of the car, got in, and drove off. I got off the sidewalk and the BBC bouncer said, “You still need to learn. A man’s needs is not always about getting pussy - well it is - but sometimes a nicca just wants a quick blow job or BJ. You need to learn about the niccas here. Take the dick however they offer it. If they are in their car, they are usually just looking for a quick blow job before heading home. If you need more, you need to offer a little something - a little cash but also offering to take it unwrapped is good - they like whore pussy they can pop and drop a nutt in. Now, you’re gonna have to do better if you want me to fuck that ass.” Damn! I had to hustle again to catch up as he headed back to the corner at 14th. “Hey, I never got your name,” I said as I got up to him. He paused, looked at me and said, “No, you didn’t.” Fuck that was hot! Here I was following some anonymous BBC, taking anonymous loads on the street because he said so, all because I was a dick hungry cock hound. I was busy snorting from my bottle when he did a quick step across the street ahead of an oncoming car. I had to wait for the car to pass then practically run to catch up. We turned east on P Street and a block up, crossed over to Logan Circle Park. Tall, wiry bushes had turned what was once a broad walkway into the small park into nothing more than a slim, game trail. Another example of DC’s failed government back at the time. Shadows moved off to the sides - sounds of sex could be heard, voices low, bodies smacking together, and as we got to the middle of the park I could see a small group of men standing under the statute of Commander John Logan astride his horse, looking forlornly over the rundown park. “Stay here,” my BBC guide said. Bits of light randomly shone from the streetlamps that circled the park. Any lamps within the park were long broken, but there was enough light to make out the basics. It was also starting to approach morning, yet a dark and overcast one. Fitting for the dark places I was being taken in DC’s underbelly. I looked down at the remnants of an old park bench, which now was nothing more than a metal leg/end piece bolted to cracked concrete and a few bits of rotten wood. I took my bottle out, snorted some coke, and watched as my guide eased up to the group, shook some hands, then turned his back to me as he did his business. Was he finding me more dick? “Are they going to fuck me?” I asked as he came back to where I was standing. He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back down the path a couple of steps and quietly said, “No. Something else to learn if you are going to chase street dick is that it’s almost always best to catch guys who are alone. Sitting alone, walking alone, driving alone. Those dudes up there? They’re here for business - slinging dope, rock, needles, whatever. Now, they don’t bother folks who come here to fuck around they just don’t want to be bothered and if you had gone up to ask them if they wanted to fuck you’d get beat down. True - I know some of those niccas would roll up in that ass another place - another time - but this is their business time.” I looked crestfallen and swayed a bit as I snorted some more coke. “Easy there pussy boy,” my BBC bouncer said as he steadied me. “I want you fucked up, not dropped out, cause I’ll leave your ass where it falls. Don’t worry. I came here to get as much rock as they could offer with that nice wad of cash of yours. When I fuck you, I want to be lit as that makes me horny as shit and I want you lit too. You’ll see - the pipe will make you climb my dick like a pro – at least for the second round. You’ll be lucky to stay conscious for the first one. I also got someone here for you to see to see how good of a whore you are and then - then if you do my man right, we’ll see about what comes next.” Well that perked me right up and in my excitement I ran right into the back of my BBC guide who had stopped in the middle of the trail, seemed to orient himself, then pushed through a small gap in the bushes on the left side of the path. Lucky for me he was tall and created a darker shadow to follow. He only went about 5-feet before he stopped, and asked, “How’s it going Russell?” I stepped up beside my guide into a small space that had been beat out in the middle of a bunch of the tall bushes. There was a black guy who was clearly homeless sitting on the ground, smoking a hand rolled cigarette, his face highlighted by the cast from a little fire burning in coffee can. My BBC guide pulled out my stack of tips that he had left, peeled off a $5, tossed it on the ground and said, “I brought you some white ass. Got a fresh boy here who’s trying to learn to be a good street whore and I know with how things are, you don’t get pussy like you used to. Figured you could use some.” The homeless man groaned as he stood up, looked at me, “You trying to take some dick boy?” he asked. I looked from him to my BBC bouncer and back. Yeah I had taken the guy on the street corner up from Garrett’s house who was begging for money, but that was really my only experience with homeless dick and somehow this seemed - ‘worse’. “Yes,” I said. He huffed liked he didn’t believe me. I dropped my shorts, turned, “Come on, stick it in me,” I said. He laughed, “What? You think I lay up around here with a hard dick just waiting for pussy to stumble on by? You got to work my shit first. Nice ass though. You gonna let me bust one in it? Want me to wipe my dick off a bit before you start sucking it? No? Jesus man, think you may have a real freak whore here.” I got on my knees, careful not to tip over the coffee can fire pit and although the dick he pulled out of his pants was crusted, ripe, and smelled like an outhouse, I gobbled that stink stick down. My BBC guardian stood behind us watching and smoking a fresh rock on his pipe as I worked the flesh pipe in my mouth, got it hard, turned around, and let him push it into my ass. “I WANT YOUR CUM IN ME RUSSELL, FUCK IT - FUCK ME GOOD - YEAH JUST LIKE THAT,” I said as the filthy 10-incher pushed in and out of my hole. “CREAM MY WHITE PUSSY MAN, PU T THAT LOAD IN, FUCK IT HARDER, GO ON, HARDER, PLEASE – CUM IN ME…” A few minutes of me talking dirty later, Russell was close, “YOU A NASTY ONE AIN’T YA? HOT DAMN THAT’S GOOD ASS - READY FOR THIS CUM IN THAT ASS? DON’T PULL AWAY NOW - I’M JUST ABOUT THERE - JUST ABOUT THERE - HERE YOU GO - FILLING THAT WHITE ASSHOLE UP - FILLING YOU UP WITH MY DARK ROAST. PUMPING THAT PUSSY FULL WITH MY BIG LOAD.” Russell kept jamming my hole as squirt after squirt was added to the cum remnants already inside me. Finally spent, he yanked his dick out, ordered me to clean it off, and once done, plopped back down on the ground and tossed some more bits of paper and refuse in his coffee can fire, fanning the little flames to life. My BBC guide tucked his pipe back into his boot top, led the way out through the bramble path, and before we cleared the brush he stopped, turned, grabbed me by throat and pulled me close. His beard tickled my face as the wisps of crack smoke from his lungs tickled my nose, “Reach down and touch my fucking dick,” he ordered. I would have gasped in wonder if his hand had been looser. All I could do was gurgle a bit. “Seeing that shit made my dick rock hard. FUCK! If it was later at night I would take your ass right here - let you bleed out in the bushes as I rape that pussy to death - maybe another night,” he warned. I shook with anticipation. He let go, we cleared the brush line, he stopped, looked around like he was getting his bearings, then smiled, “I got the perfect place to go next. Spot be hopping 24/7.” We headed zig-zag north a few blocks, then cut to the west, back over to 14th Street, then further north, and cut west again to 15th. At W Street we turned left and immediately veered right off the sidewalk onto a paved path. My BBC guide had been laser focused on our destination and had barely said two words to me. He seemed like he was jonesing for his pipe – about as bad as I was in need of his - and when I pulled out my bottle of coke to snort some he snatched it from me, stuffed it in his pocket and said, “No. No more. You need to do this next part without flashing that damn bottle to the fucking world. Safer that way, plus I need you ready for the pipe.” He now paused, looked around, there were a few passing the intersection a block over on 16th, but otherwise the streets were quiet. “This is Malcolm X Park,” he explained with a wave to the dark, unlit, path. “The park runs oh several blocks up the hill. The white folks call it Meridian Hill Park. Trying to white wash it like everything else in this city. For now, it’s still the place to go for 24/7 freak shit. Drugs, street trade, just niccas looking to hang and smoke, get a blow job, fuck some ass or pussy. Once we walk through them posts there you stick close. If you with me, no one will fuck with you - well they will - but you know, they won’t try to rob or hurt you or shit. About half way up is a spot I know. Used to be a pump house or something for the fountain that is cut back deep into a wall. I know we’ll find the freak shit there that I want – them rough street trade niccas that will gang rape that pussy good and get it ready for me.” I suddenly got nervous and touched his arm, “Won’t we get busted or arrested or something?” I asked. He laughed, “ Fuck no! The cops know better than to go in there even in the day. Neighbors too. They all stay out, that is of course unless they scoping. This is where shit goes down and oh, right about now, we’ll run into the dudes who have gotten off the night shift, or have been at the after parties and too fucked up to go home, or are fucked up enough to get down on the DL, or guys like me who can come here and get what I want by force if need be and no one saying shit. Hell, I think the cops and the city like leaving it like this. Rundown, overgrown, lights all broken and shit. Cheaper, but keeps the wild shit in a central spot. Otherwise you’d have brothas and the Latinos, and the Maryland boys spread out from Adams Morgan, to Logan Circle, to Capitol Hill trying to find some little spot to get into just a minute of innocent trouble.” Sure didn’t sound like anything innocent happened in this place. Like Logan Circle’s park, this one was overgrown, strewn with trash, lights were busted, and as I gazed up the multi-tiered fountain and steps that cascaded down the hillside, I thought this would be a fucking awesome Halloween haunt. Only it wasn’t All Hallows Eve - it was a hazy morning in the nation’s capital, yet I still hoped for some demons to spawn inside my living flesh. “Wait here,” my BBC guide said as we got about halfway up the Hill and angled off to the right into a thicket of hollies that opened before stone archway. Flickers of lighters and matches were like Polaroid snapshots of the men milling about inside. Two guys passed me heading back the way we came. The looks they gave me were a mix of curiosity and a warning like I was treading on ground where I didn’t belong. A few seconds later the bouncer rejoined me, wrapped his hand tight around my throat and put his face close to mine again, “It’s time. Time to get that ass fucked good. My buddies say the spot’s jumping this morning with limited options, so that means you’re gonna get all the fucking nicca dick and nutt you can handle. Here’s how this is playing out. You and I are going in there and off to the back and side is a stone bench. I’m gonna sit back, kick out my feet, hit my rock, and watch the fucking show. You - you are gonna get naked, get on your fucking hands and knees and lick my boots again. Then - then you are going to experience a RING OF FIRE.” “What is a RING OF FIRE?” I asked. Fingers squeezed tighter to cut off any other questions. “A RING OF FIRE IS A BBC GANG RAPE SPECIAL. THE CALL HAS GONE OUT TO EVERY FUCKING CRACK HEAD IN THE PARK - THAT’S WHERE THOSE GUYS WENT OFF TOO. SOON THIS ALCOVE WILL BE BRIMMING WITH BROTHAS ALL LOOKING TO LIGHT THEIR PIPES UP AND STAND IN A CIRCLE - CREATING A RING OF FIRE AROUND THAT WHITE PUSSY ASS AS ONE AFTER ANOTHER DICK IT DOWN, NUTT UP, AND TAG OFF. YOU MENTIONED YOU TOOK A FEW DICKS THE OTHER NIGHT AT SOME GUY’S HOUSE WITH HIM AND HIS HOMIES WATCHING THE GAME. THAT’S LIGHT WEIGHT SHIT. YOU IN THE RING NOW WITH HEAVY WEIGHT ROCK STARS. COME ON. WHILE WE WAIT, YOU NEED TO GET READY AND THE FIRST FLAME TO GET LIT IN THIS RING WILL BE YOU - TIME FOR YOU TO BECOME A CRACKHEAD WHORE! TIME FOR YOU TO GET BURNED BY THE RING OF FIRE SO THEN IT WILL BE MY TURN AS MY SEED NEEDS TO COME OUT AND BURN THAT ASS!” (*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!)

I'm in a long distance relationship, so I don't get to see my partner very much. I've been dealing with it by fucking regularly with a guy at work. I figure that's better than getting cock from a bunch of strangers. My fuckbud has an average length dick, but it's thick with a large, gorgeous head - which feels awesome smashing against my prostate or the back of my throat. He also shoots massive loads. Last night, I went to his place, where he proceeded to drive my crazy with his tongue. Fucked me missionary, before turning me over onto my stomach. I love this position - his cock has a slight downward curve, and it hits me in all the right places. He alternated between fucking me flat on my face or pulling me up to my knees to pound me "like a bitch." We fucked for over and hour. By the end of it, my hole was a cummy mess, and his load had been fucked out of my hole and dripped down, slathering my balls. Next morning, I was still asleep when I felt him kissing my back and teasing my hole with his cock. I lifted up my ass. He pushed in, using his cum from last night as lube. He went to town right away. Pounded the shit out of me and left another load in me.

Last night walking home from the bar, I saw this baby face muscular black guy, mid to late 20s, clean cut, tall sitting at a park bench. As I got closer I saw he was rubbing a very obvious erection in his skinny jeans, she noticed me looking, smiled and said "want it? follow me to the restroom". So as the slut bitch I am I followed him. As soon as we walked in he pushed me against the wall, kissed me, licked me all over the neck and face, bit my shoulder hard until it imprinted and then pushed me down to suck his cock. When I saw his meat I knew it would hurt like hell going in but that once used to it I'd be in heaven, easily over 9 uncut. I started to suck but when he saw i couldn't deep throat him, he asked if my ass was clean I said yes and next I was bend over against the wall. He was so dominant I was sure he would just ram it in there but I was wrong, he pulled out some lube and slowly and painlessly entered me, slow fucked me for a couple minutes and then once he felt i was loose and relaxed he started one of the roughest breeds I had before. He made me see stars pounding from every imaginable angle until I felt the warm of his seed shooting inside me. He came so much and I loved feeling the warm of that huge load. Instead of pulling out he asked if i wanted his bfs cock too, I said yea. We walked to his place, his bf was a beautiful 19 yo latin boy with a nice 7 inches incut piece. I ended up taking 3 more loads from the first guy and 2 from the twink, and giving 2 to the boy. My ass was so full when I got home that cum was leaking and running down my leg.

I too have been surprised at the anti-PrEP comments. While I chose to chase (and convert) it was just that MY CHOICE. And, it is a quite serious decision---literally a lifetime of consequences. The decision to use the drug is no different than the decision to go raw without out latex or chemical protection....an individual choice. With a site like this, it would be nice if we were all supportive of each other...regardless of the decisions we make. Few other places allow the open discussions we have, allow the open disclosure of our sexual extremes and allow the sharing of the "real" experiences of raw sex, enhancements and hiv+ fetish. Lets embrace that freedom and allow each other guy to find their place in our more fringe universe of sex.

I was a chaser myself, so for me PrEP was not something I considered at all. That said, I don't have any issues with guys being on PrEP. Every individual is different and nobody should have to justify their choices when it comes to one's sex life and health. It's all about living out one's fantasies and making informed decisions. So if someone likes to bareback but wants to avoid contracting HIV, sure go on PrEP; if you like to fuck bare and are unsure about how you'd feel if you turned poz, sure go on PrEP (for the time being). Even though PrEP was not for me (for obvious reasons), I also feel that it has its benefits for the barebacking community as a whole. Thanks to PrEP a lot more people are finally giving in to their urges and fuck raw... and who am I to turn down a stud's load?!

The music is loud… some techno shit… not good not bad… I try to look like I belong in this place… I do not know the language but who cares… I am not here for the talking. In fact the more anonymous the better… I am a traveler. I am staying in this city for three nights and I intend to make the best of it… The moment I arrived I went to the hotel, jumped in the shower, cleaned inside- out, wore my worn out fuck jeans, no under wear, took my poppers in hand… and here I am in a bar at the center of the gay neighbourhood drinking my beer and gathering my strength to go downstairs where I know is the darkroom… I am not invisible… I am tall 6.3 black hair, moustache, with the confidence of an Alpha Top … Well I used to .. in my old days… Alas… not any more… now I know what I am … I am a cumdump… the men who like to breed a real man cunt, sure they have a good time with me… but again some not… no big deal… that’s is life… and I am OK with it… I usually smile, I say “I do not fuck… I like to get fucked and I only do bareback…” And when I say it I smile so no hurt feelings… And most of the guys are Ok with that. So life goes on… And the path of my life brought me here in this seedy leather bar. I see people look at me try to figure out what is the story behind my Mediterranean poker face… But none approaches and I approach no one either. Second beer… The bartender takes the tip with the smile. Europeans do not tip bartenders. “The fun is downstairs” he said in English. “I know” was my answer. No more talk… I went back to my corner. A man around his 50’s was standing opposite of me. Tall maybe a bit taller than me… Beard… Stocky… Nordic… In leather. Intense eyes. He is drinking his beer slowly. Looking at me… I took the challenge and I returned back the glance with the same intensity. His eyes showed nothing. He was good… A silent hunter. That is OK with me… I can wait… I won’t make the first move. If there is any kind of invitation it has to be from his part. That is the rules of the game. And I was right. He approaches me first. “Boy I need to piss… come downstairs… Now!!!” Yeap, he read me right. I followed him downstairs… he took a turn right to one of the booths… waited in the open door. I came closer. He kissed me… He knew how to kiss… Not soft not hard, but with dominance… I felt the taste of the beer. He took my hand and put it at his open fly… Damn… uncut and thick … the way I like it… Not soft but not hard either… He didn’t touch my cock at all… put his hand under trying to find my hole… He found the target easily…. “I’d love to piss in your hole…” “Go for it…” was my answer…. “Let’s find the sling”… We went thru the dark corridors… Men in the basement were walking back and forth from one wall to the other like ghosts… Hunting… for the next pray… for the next cock… for the next ass… I read their minds… They knew I was his… and with his walk in front of me he left no doubts … I was his… There was the sling… unoccupied… Didn’t take me long to take my trousers off… put it on the sling and lay on it… Took his lube… spread it around my hole then all over his thick tool… I was hard… but he stil hadn’t touch my cock.. I was not given permission to touch it either … Took my poppers out….. Nice buzz… He took his too… and then I felt his cockhead pressing my spinster… “Ready boy?” I loved the way he pushed it in… It hurt a bit but it was a nice kind of pain. My eyes locked in his… “Here it comes…” he said and then I felt it… Warm piss in my hole… And his eyes still there locked in mine. And yes a slight smile. There was another buzz … Damn chem piss…. My favourite kind…. “I love chem piss… “ I heard my self whispering while he still kept steel in my ass… “You like slamming boy?” he asked. “I love slamming Sir, but I cannot handle the needle myself… “ I said… “Good… I love slamming my boys…. Do you want to be my boy for tonight BOY?” How sweet of him… he was still pissing in my ass and slowly started to slide his thick cock inside my sloppy ass… He looked like he cared.. “Yes, Sir.... I can be anything you want me to be…” was all I said. And I meant it. “Do you want to be my slam whore for tonight boy?” So strange hearing a man calling me “Boy”… and somehow I felt a kind of peace in me… “Yes, Sir! I trust you…” He started fucking me faster… “You like my dick?” he asked. “Love your dick Sir” I answered back and I meant it. “Do you like my piss in you?” soft voice… taunting me.. teasing me… “Yes, Sir although I make a mess”… “No worries… we are not done yet… I will deliver the deed first... and then some more… we are not in a hurry… Are you in a hurry?” he was fucking me slowly… but not in the way to breed… just the way to feel my wetness inside me… and take the pleasure I was giving him… “No Sir, I am not in a hurry… I am your boy for tonight…” He smiled… nice teeth…. I liked that he was not afraid to smile… Most Tops don’t smile… I guess part of the mask… I don’t complain. I wear my masks as well… but this time I was Ok… I felt safe being a cumdump in a sleazy bar offering my ass to a complete stranger, talking English in an equal heavy accent as mine… And I meant it... I was his boy for tonight… That was clear in my mind… “You know what I want right now?” he asked again with his smooth whisper… “What?” “ A nice slam!” “Here?” “Yessssss while I am fucking you… Do you trust me?” My logic said no… but fuck logic… I took another big sniff from the poppers and instead of an answered I offered him my arm… “Good boy… “ was all he said… From one of his pockets he took one point… without taking his cock off from my ass he found the vein and I felt a small prick… He was good… I knew I was in good hands… I saw how he registered the point, the slight draw back of the blood entering the needle and then he pushed it all in… “There you go boy… fly away…” I heard my self coughing a bit… and then the buzz came like a wave… an electric wave … like flying… I felt like a leaf… ready to surrender on the wind… yes I was moving but it was the motions of the fucking… “Yes… be my slam whore”…. And the fucking became more intense…. He started to speak in his own language… Norwegian maybe? I didn’t care… I was lost in space… I felt poppers in my nostrils… He ordered me to breathe… And then he took four big snorts… The real fucking started…. He was close… “Look at me whore” he demanded… I looked at him … he was so beautiful… and like an invisible mirror I saw I was beautiful in his eyes, as well… I was where I was born to be… In a sleazy bar getting fucked and slammed by a stranger…. “Ready for my poz load, Boy? Beg for my Poz load…. “ “Give me your Poz load” I said. “Louder!!!!” He screamed… “GIVE ME YOUR POZ LOAD” I heard my voice screaming… That was all he wanted to hear…. And he gave it to me… With a bark … Like a wolf… like a tortured demon, he unleased in full force his seed deep in me… The noise of the sling was our only music... and then there was nothing else but our breaths… the ship finally came to port after a fight with the storm… I felt his hands on my lips… I sucked his fingers… tasted his cum and piss and my ass juice… nice… then I felt his hand on my hair… gentle touch… so unexpected... so out of place... so right... “Thank you” he said… “Thank you “ I answered back… “Let’s get some water… We are not done yet… “ Then I knew he was a man of his words… I was his Boy for the night… And the night was not done yet…

Hope you guys enjoy...always welcome feedback: Part: 1 It all started one weekend while the wife was out of town visiting her mother but I am getting ahead of myself a bit. I am married as you can tell, mid 30’s, white, and middle class. I had been married for 10 years but we didn’t have children. I had known I was gay since high school but at the time my family expected me to get married and lead the hetero life so I did. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife, but she is really more a friend than anything else. We don’t have sex often, and it becoming more sporadic. I had never been brave enough to do anything behind her back, but given the lack of sex I was so horny. I enjoyed scrolling through the craigslist ads and jerking off fantasizing that it was me being used. This particular weekend the wife needed to go out of town, her mom was sick and she decided it was probably best if she went to visit her for a couple weeks to help her out. As she drove away to the airport I could hardly contain the hard-on in my pants thinking of my jerk off sessions to come. It was late Friday night when I stumbled upon the ad on craigslist. It had been a long day at work, the wife was out of town, I had a few beers to relax and settled down to jerk off in front of the computer. The ad caught my eye, I wasn’t sure if it was legit but I was heavily intrigued: Headline: Looking for Bottoms for APP AD: We have a great new app for bottoms that love to take dick. It is like Uber but for loads. If you are interested in being part of the app shoot us an email with your information and we will send you a link to download and log in details. Just like Uber, just flip open the app when you need cum and we will match you with the closest available top to breed your hole. We have two levels of membership: *Silver: Newbies *Gold: Born to be bottoms Everyone starts with Silver, if you like the app and think you are ready to handle being gold, we will test you and if you pass you can upgrade your account. Our only rules are that bottoms are to take any and all loads assigned on the app. We are all inclusive and do not body shame. Your privacy is our main concern. So what are you waiting for? Shoot us a note! By the time I got to the end of the email I was rock hard. Not sure if it was the buzz I had going on or the lack of blood to the brain as it all rushed to my dick but I clicked the link and shot them a note. I finished jerking off and passed out on the couch in front of the tv, didn’t even give it a second thought.

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.”

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***

I went downstairs, where there was a maze of mattresses, slings, and padded benches. I'd never in my life been in a place with so many dark recesses. The lighting consisted of numerous crisscrossed strings of midget colored Christmas lights so it was none too bright. I suppose the same could have been said of the clientele, many of whom no doubt suffered from AIDS dementia—like I gave a shit. This was a party, a randy orgy; no ifs, ands, or butts about it—no great intellect required. About 20 guys had gathered there, out of the 35 who eventually showed up. Already there was a lot of raw fucking going on. The place was jumping with homophiles, ages 20 - 65, whose bodies belied the ravages of an incurable disease just biding its time. Of course, no one was carding who was NEG and who was POZ, since, theoretically, everyone there was POZ since it was billed as a poz only party. There were bare Cocks everywhere, getting serviced by hot mouths or plunging unsheathed into unprotected Cunts. A Sandy-Blonde in his early forties stole up behind me, fingered my Hole, and slid his raw Dick up my Cunt (1). Yeah, he plowed me good; but there was a certain tenderness in the way he fucked. A small crowd milled about; and when he pulled out, another Dude relieved his butt. Not mincing words, that Top flipped me over on my knees and dogged me till he shot (2). I approached a long-time Pal, bent over to suck him off, and still another raw Dick snuck up my Butt (3). Eventually that Dude deposited his Load—an action to be replicated by numerous other Sodomites (4,5,6). I gave up trying to figure out who was banging whom, while my Bud's thick, uncut Manmeat scarfed down my throat. Finally my Uncut Bud decided he, too, had to have a piece of me, and led me to a Sling. He'd gotten really horned up watching the Anonymous Horde ding my Ass. The Slam!Slam!Slam! of his fat Shaft hammering my Shitter resounded wall-to-wall. But, alas, he didn't want to cum just yet, so we took a quote-unquote “break.” When I climbed the stairs to get a beer, a guy who'd seen me gettin' bred pursued me to the john and slid it in (7). A multi-talented Dude to be sure, he alternated between eating my sloppy Pussy and screwin' the BEJESUS outta me. I gripped the urine-spattered toilet bowl and held on for dear life—while his fellow barflies peed and peered and pined for a more protein brew. When I got back downstairs, I sat astride a vacant bench to watch the guy on the mattress next to me get dicked—the perfect vantage point from which to ogle a bare Cock force open a raw Hole as gobs of Toxic Spooge spewed out. A hot, hung Black strolled up within inches of my face. In one fell swoop, he yanked his towel off his waist and flung it about his neck. And there I was, confronted by his swaying, bobbing midnight Shaft. Of course I couldn't help myself and took advantage of the not so subtle invitation to sodomize that monster Shaft. I knew he'd been around the block cause I tasted Ass Juice on his Cock. He twirled me about as if I were just another piece of meat and plowed me good (8). Afterwards a handsome Blonde, who'd watched me get creamed, led me over to a mattress to service him. His was a delicious Cock, with loose, low-hanging Balls. As I sucked, another Black approached to fuck my Ass. but the Blonde pre-empted him, demanding I mount his phallic Shaft. Not to be denied, the Black inched up behind the two of us and slid his own Rod in beside the Blonde's (9). My Ass had been generously prelubed with Cum; otherwise taking two good-sized Dicks at once would have been nigh impossible for me. The Black shot first, but Blondie kept on truckin', making sure I got all the STD's the Black Guy had to offer as well as Blondie's Private Strain. One of the Spectators shot in my mouth. I passed it on to Blondie in a Kiss, then snaked my hand down and massaged the remnant on his Dick so he could fuck the rest of that manic Manseed up my Cunt (10). I guess that emboldened another of the Voyeurs, who slid his Dick in beside the Blonde's, making for my second Double-Dicking of the night (11). My legs were cramping. Remember, I'd been riding Blondie the whole time; but he still hadn't cum. So I eased off and jerked and sucked his unaccommodating Fuck Stick as other guys pinched and nibbled at his Nips; and he, in turn, frenched some lipodystrophic little Whore until, at last...I guided the Blonde Bomber's pulsing Cumstick up my Crack (12). The cadaverous little Shit was beside himself with Lust. So I pushed him down and sat on his face so the bony little Wastrel could eat Blondie's Cum outta my Ass. He kept jackin' his puny, midget uncut Tool with his scrawny birdlike claws; and when he was about to shoot, I snookered him and sank down on his Bantam Rod (13). I could tell from the scrunched-up, convoluted expression on his face that he detested being ridden as a Top. Tough Shit! After that I licked the Cum and Ass Juice off both Blondie and the wasted little Slut. I'd been at it several hours and needed to take a break. But—and this was a big Butt, indeed—a beefy guy with by far the biggest Dick I'd seen that night overpowered me and flipped me to the mat. I feigned to struggle beneath his weight, but he pried my shapely legs apart and raped my well-deserving Butt (14). I couldn't have escaped if I'd wanted to. But who says I wanted to? After that I decided to call it quits—while I still could hobble to my car. I'd enjoyed some of the finest fucking of my life. I'd been bred by more than a dozen Cocks and had taken 14 Noxious Loads—most, if not all of which, were POZ.

“Yeah, come over.” The text read. I was laying in my bed. I hadn’t been laying there long, maybe 5 minutes. The text was from a long time play buddy Jay, whom I had decline to play with earlier for someone who would eventually ghost me. I was a bit hesitant, as he lived nearly an hour away, and I had been driving around town the past hour and half with no results of action. “Fuck it..” I mumbled to myself, getting out of bed. I needed some action. I hadn’t partied in months, I had 2 whole bottles of poppers, my ass was clean, and I was horny as hell. I didn’t care that it would take an hour to get to my friends. He had supplies and he was a good fuck. I got dressed, left the house, and headed his way. It was rainy, my nerves were starting to get to me, as I had been up for more than 18 hours and I hadn’t even partied. Maybe this was a mistake I told myself. No, with Jay, it's never a mistake. It’s always good. Jay was black guy, my weakness. He had a decent sized cock, nice and thick but not too long. He was always generous with his supplies with me. Usually just T and G. He was one of the first few guys I really started to party with that were repeatable fucks. Jay loved that I got all sleazy and slutty, and he could power fuck like no one’s business. I arrived at the address he gave me. My friend had moved in the past few months, so I hadn’t been out to his place before. But this didn’t look like a place he’d live. It was a big house, in a cul-de-sc, with a bunch of cars and the like. I spotted his, so I knew it was right. I knocked on the door. I waited. A few minutes later, I could hear him telling me to come in. I opened the door, finding steps leading up and down to various parts of this house, with the up stairs leading to a living room, where my friend was at. There were 2 other guys there. An older white guy and a younger black guy. They greeted me with some hand waves, as the older guy was sucking on the younger guy, and from the looks, a nice big long black cock. Jay took me aside, handing me his pipe. “It’s already loaded.” He knew I like to smoke a few clouds before really getting down to party. I nodded, as I set my stuff down. Jay stripped naked and went back to them, while I stripped myself. I lit his torch, heating up the glass god. The smoke swirled, and I started to take a hit. Then another. Oh yeah that’s good stuff. I sat his pipe down near his stuff, and I just watched them all together. Jay was eating the older guy’s ass, while the older one sucked that big black cock. I was pretty amazed at the scene. I took out my poppers, did a couple of hits, and joined Jay. I was feeling his skin, as I stroked his back down to his thighs. There was some sprinkling of kisses, as I did have some affection for this man. He turned to me, and asked if I wanted some G. I nodded, as he got up. He measured out some in a medicine shot, and offered it up to me. I took the bitter shot, and was handed some juice to wash it down. “Its good stuff, trust me.” He told me. I noticed as he set his shot down, that he had some rigs. He saw me eyeing them. “You want a slam?” I looked at him for a few seconds, debating in my head. I looked at the other two, who were enjoying themselves, and then back at Jay. I nodded. He started to get one ready for me, as I went to the kitchen to heat up my arm a bit, hoping to get some easy to register veins. He came over to me with a cord for my arm. He tried to give it to me standing up, but I suggested sitting some where, just in case it knocked me on my ass. We found a spot at the kitchen table nearby. I tied off my arm, as he searched for a good vein. He found one, popped in the needed, got a bit of good blood, and then slowly pushed in. He drew out the needle, cleaned the area, as he told me to undo the cord. I could feel the heat rising in my body, as my heart raced. I barely coughed. My eyes lit up, as I made my way over to the other guys. They had been watching us, and knew it was time to really play. All my mind could think of was ‘cock cock cock cock’. I grabbed my poppers, and knelt in front of the young black guy. His cock was standing straight up, hard as rock, atleast 9”. My mind raced in anticipation of wrapping my lips around it, sucking it all the way down. I wanted this cock badly. The G started to hit as well, as I could feel myself just giving into all the dark thoughts in my head. Of the want and need to get fucked, to be used. To enjoy pleasure. I stroked his cock a bit, feeling it my hands. I took a short hit of poppers, then another one, then one final long one. I had to suck this cock. HAD TO. I reached back for it, holding in my hands as I started to lick as his balls, all the way up. I licked around his head, as I stared intently into his eyes. He was already flying himself. I opened my mouth wide and took him in. I went down as far as I could, trying not to scrape him. He could tell I was doing this and said "Go ahead, be rough, do it, slut." I felt his hands on my head, as he pushed me further down. Between everything I was on, I didn’t care. I wanted this in my throat. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I kept bobbing up and down for a few minutes. He stopped me after a bit, and just held me there as I felt him releasing a bit of piss in my mouth. I didn’t care. I drank it greedily, my mind racing to get want this to get higher. To be lost in this world of pleasure. I went back to sucking his cock, as I saw the older white guy make his way off to the bathroom. I kept this up for a bit, but the lust of wanting to get fucked was hitting me. I pulled off and looked back at Jay, who was finishing up a slam for himself. He saw the lust in my eyes and smiled. "Good stuff, heh? I gave you a .25.” My brain couldn’t register the meaning, only it was a bit more than the last time I slammed. I crawled across the floor to Jay, and started to suck on his cock. I wanted to get him hard. The other guy had gone to join the white guy in the bathroom. I asked Jay who they were, and he just said some friends. I went back to sucking his cock with abandon, it now hardening fast. My mind really didn't care anymore, it only wanted the pleasure of man on man sex. The other two came back in, and I was just overwhelmed with lust. They crowded around Jay, as he handed them their points. I had 3 cocks in front of me, so I just went to town on sucking them. Apparently the white guy had a PA, so I was having fun trying to suck it. He wasn’t that big, which helped, but either way, I was in cocklust mode. Jay finished his, and went behind me. He grabbed some lube and started to wet my hole. He fingered me a bit, as I kept sucking the cocks in front of me. I felt him at my hole, so I stopped to take a couple of hits of my poppers. He pressed him, hitting home. I felt full, in both ends. The two other guys moaned as they watched him fucking me. They eventually pulled away, as the white guy wanted to get fucked by the young big black cock. I watched in ecstasy, as I saw the young stud mount the older one. Jay was fucking me with abandon. My ass was just in pleasure mode. I hit more poppers, to send me into heaven. Oh it was so good. Jay rolled me onto my side and kept up with his pounding. Everything was just so good. This went on for a good 20 or so minutes, from what I could tell. I told Jay I needed to drink something, I was starting to get a bit too hot. So he pulled out, sadly. He helped me get up so that I could sit in a chair. He went and got us some water to drink. We watched the other 2 fuck for a bit more, before they stopped as well. I was still horny, so I started to stroke Jay again, before eventually going down on him. I had him stand in front of me while I was in the chair, and I just sucked with abandon. He played with his nipples, before being helped by the older guy. The older guy eventually knelt down and was rimming Jay a bit. The younger guy came by, his hard cock sticking out. I reached over and started to stroke him, before I had to just suck him. It was so beautiful of a cock. I deep throated him a bit, and then looked up at him. “I need you to fuck me with this beautiful cock.” He smiled and nodded. He asked me where I wanted him to fuck me. I replied the couch would probably be easier, my knees were in a bit of pain from the floor. I looked at Jay and asked if I could take a couple of hits off this pipe, I really wanted to be flying a bit more. He nodded and went to get it, as I climbed up on the couch, my ass just sticking out. Jay came around to the other side, and held the pipe for me, lighting it up. He knew sometimes I loved to be dominated into smoking more, so this was perfect. He kept grumbling out some very verbal dirty things to me about being a slut and getting fucked by big black cocks. Once the swirl of cloud started, he told me to breathe out, empty my lungs, then he put the pipe to my mouth and told me to inhale slowly as he kept it lit. I did as commanded, taking in a very deep hit. He kissed me as I exhaled, shotgunning my blast to him. Again, he commanded. The big black cock, meanwhile, was lubing my ass up a bit more. He was fingering me a bit, 2-3 fingers at a time, as I took my second big hit. He told me to reach back, spread my cheeks. I did as told, my mind starting to race even more in lust. He told Jay to have me do some heavy popper hits, since I seemed to be one of those popper pigs. Jay grabbed my poppers and came back around to me, smiling. He looked me in and the eye and said ‘"He’s really gonna fuck this shit out of you.” He took the cap off the bottle, pressed his finger against one of my nostrils, and held the bottle. I breathed out, emptying my lungs, before snorting a slow, long hit. Exhale, empty longs. Switch nostrils. Big hit. I feel the big cock pressing at my hole. Exhale, switch nostrils, big hit, the big cock is sliding in me. Exhale, switch, big hit, big cock goes in deeper. Exhale, switch, big hit, hold it. As I exhale, he pushes as deep as he goes and I’m in pure lust ecstasy. The big cock grabs the back of my head, pulling my hair a bit, his other hand on my hip, as he starts to pound me. I’m moaning, grumbling out ‘fuck me, fuck me, breed me, oh god fuck me!’ This guy is just pounding away at my ass like a piston, deep and hard. Jay hasn’t moved all that much, as I look him in the eye with lust. He gives me a couple more hits of poppers, before standing up. He held his cock to mouth and pulled me onto it. So now I have these two gorgeous black cocks hitting me from both ends. I’m in slut heaven. This is my purpose, my job. The older guy is next to us, stroking his cock and hitting his laptop for messages and porn. He occasionally reaches over and strokes my back or my cock, but mostly just watches or is paying attention to messages online. My ass is just a hole for this big black cock. He’s hitting me hard, pressing me further against the back of the couch. He pushes me down at an angle, pulling me back a big so my ass is just thrust in the air for him to use. I just feel him pistoning in and out, and I’m in so much lust from flying with clouds, hitting my wonderful poppers. I lost track of time on how long he fucked me, but it was definitely a good long while. Eventually he started to tire out and I was getting hot and thirsty. So he pulls out and goes back to a chair, while I try to crawl back down to the floor to chill. Jay is just grinning, as he’s stroking his cock. I ask for water, and Jay goes and gets me some, bringing us all some. The white guy is smoking a cigarette, so I ask if I could smoke some of mine, cause yeah I needed it with all that good fucking. I hit a couple of mine, as we all just sit there, watching porn, making small talk. But eventually, we start back up again...

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.

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.

Hello everyone, I'm facing a problem and this site might be the best place to talk about it. I'm a 23 year old gay dude and I really love taking cocks into the ass, have been fucked by several men over the last years, most of them anonymous and bare. I'm not really sure about my status but I THINK I'm negative as I kept the amount of sexual encounters rather low (like two or three times a year). Anyway one can never know so I'm gonna get myself tested soon, but honestly I'm pretty sure I'm negative at this point in time. The thing is, I feel like I've been holding myself back all these years. Living with my family or with heterosexual friends made me suppress the urges to become a total cumslut. However, I'm about to move to a new town soon which gives me pretty much the opportunity to start from scratch and live how I want to live. This is where HIV comes in. While the thought of being bred by a hot poz top is really exciting and a major turn on, getting pozzed could be something I regret for the rest of my life. It's appealing but at the same time very frightening. But if I want to go through with the lifestyle of a cum pig it seems almost unavoidable. What can I do? Condoms are not really an option, I don't like them and almost no tops want to use them anyway. I already looked into Truvada but in Germany (where I live) it's way to expensive and definitely not affordable for a student like me. Any opinions on what to do...?

My first time raw was right after I had come out. It was not planned. I was still a virgin (with gay sex). I had been going to Club St John in San Jose, CA. I had only been going to clubs for only a few weeks. One Saturday night, a guy approached me and offered me a drink. I don't drink, so he bought me a 7 up. He then invited me to his house and told me that he still lives with his parents and that we would have to sneak into the house and be very quiet. We got to his house and his older sister was still up and in the living room, so we couldn't go in the house. Instead we went into his garage. We got on the floor and started making out. I got on top of him in missionary position. He spread his legs and my dick was on his asshole. He got a small tube of lube from his pants pocket and put some on his hole. I thought that he was going to get a condom from his pocket too, but he just laid down again on his back and spread his legs open. I got scared at first because I was afraid of AIDS. I was thinking that I should do this without a condom, but I was so horny and just knew I had to stick my dick in there. So, I got on top again and stuck the head of my dick in his hole. He stopped me at that point. He had never had a big dick in him before. The feeling his hole was giving me caused me to go in further. I went halfway in and stopped while he gritted his teeth. I could feel the cum boiling in my testicles and every nerve in my body was tingling. I remained still for a while so that I didn't cum too soon. I told him I'm going all the way in. Before he could say anything, I went all the way in and held it there. That felt so good that I groaned out loud. He quickly put his hand over my mouth so that his sister would not hear us. I told him how good his ass felt on my dick and that I was going to start fucking him. He said go ahead and start fucking but just be quiet. I started with long, deep, and slow strokes in order to keep the cum from shooting out. I could feel the cum building up right at the head of my dick, so I slowed down even more. This only intensified it and I knew that I was going to cum real soon. So I gave up trying to stop it. So I just said Fuck it. I started fucking him really hard. I felt like I was all the way up in his stomach. I decided to cum in him. So it felt like a bolt of lightning hit me and I went all the way in and held it there and came inside his intestines. He had to cover my mouth again. I was going through convulsions. I stayed inside him for forever, it seems, and just laid on top of him. He had cum too but I did not notice until a few minutes later when I felt the slickness between his stomach and mine. After about 20 minutes I finally pulled out of him and immediately I got scared again because I had fucked him, a stranger, with no condom. I had just torn up his asshole and his ass juices probably went inside the hole of my dick, plus I was laying in the cum that he had shot on his stomach. For a whole week after that, I was terrified of what I had done. But I was also thinking that no matter what happens to me, that ass was good and I felt it was worth it.

The other way around, the first time condom was planned. The sweet thing was after, he carefully took off the condom, etc., collapsed on top of me as we kissed, and his cock immediately sunk right back into my hole bare. We just kind of giggled, after all that fuss over the "condom"

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…….

I'll be there and define to you will be taking some loads at Phoenix and Rawhide.

Thanks for the feedback guys. Here's the next chapter. Jay ------- The next morning I woke up to the pressure of Ben fucking me from behind, and knew that his cock had probably been buried inside all night as we were still in the same position. It felt really good to start the day like this, and I was quite happy that he was taking his time. Still, all good things must come to an end, and he eventually filled me with his load. What surprised me this time though was that he nuzzled his face into my neck afterwards, letting his cock soften inside me before he eventually pulled out and got up. The guys were actually quite cool at breakfast, treating me like normal with none of the weirdness from the day before. I guess with the cat out of the bag and their cum up my arse, there didn’t need to be any pretences. We all chatted about the final day of the project and what we needed to achieve, before setting off for the client’s offices to get started. It was another heck of a day, and by the evening none of us really felt like going out drinking again. Instead we went back to the hotel and had some bar food with a drink, before heading upstairs. This time Mitch and Rob just came straight to our room, and it wasn’t long before I was filled with cock again. No-one had as much energy as the night before so I only got two loads from each of them, and then of course Ben’s cock up my hole for the night once again. In the morning he chose to breed me in the shower before we packed up our things, went down for breakfast and then checked out. We did a few more hours at the client’s offices, and then headed to the airport. Rob and Mitch were both going to Gatwick and departed an hour the Heathrow flight Ben and I were on, so the two of us had a bit of time to kill. In the past that would have meant some shopping, maybe a coffee, probably a bit of watching the planes through the window, but it may not come as a surprise that on this occasion I instead found myself kneeling on the seat of a toilet, trousers hung on the door, and Ben’s cock up inside my hole again. It was quite a turn-on to be getting fucked while other guys used the urinals and lavatories around us, even if it did mean that Ben had to keep stopping his deep thrusting and instead switch to very gentle movements in and out so that we would not be heard. On the flight home I tried to relax a bit, not moving too much so as not to dislodge the wad of tissues shoved in my hole to keep Ben’s cum inside. He had made it clear he wanted to bookend the flight by using me again in the loos at Heathrow, and it would be a lot easier to get inside me without any unwanted squeals of pain if I was already lubed with his load. Hoping that no-one could smell what was inside me I did my best to act normal on the plane, but my levels of paranoia were raised somewhat as one of the male flight attendants kept glancing at me as he passed. I think I even saw him smirk at one point. Sure enough, the toilets at the far end of the baggage hall saw what may have been their first male-on-male breeding after we landed, with Ben thrusting me up against the wall in one of the wider disabled-access cubicles and ramming me senseless. Once he’d bred me for the umpteenth time he cleaned himself up, stuffed the tissues back into my crevice, and then made for the door. “See you in the office” he said with a wink, before ducking out. I dived for the door and re-locked it, then got myself sorted out. With a combination of tissues, spit and some water from the bottle I’d bought at Barcelona Airport, I managed to get my rear end cleaned out so that I had the best chance of not accidentally revealing to Rachel what had happened to me when I got home. Satisfied that both my body and my clothes were clear of any evidence, I then made my own way out of the bathroom, through customs and onwards to the tube. ------- To say things had been awkward at home is putting it mildly. I thought I’d be fine, but in truth I could barely make eye contact with Rachel all evening and she eventually went off to bed without me in a huff. Maybe she suspected I had been up to something while away in Barcelona, but I would bet my life that she would never have guessed just what that something actually was. I knew she was awake when I finally joined her in bed later on, as no-one who is asleep can turn their back on their partner so angrily. I tried my best the next morning and I think managed to make up for the night before, coming up with some cock-and-bull story about things not going so well in Barcelona and being a bit stressed about what that may mean for me back at the firm. Not sure she bought it, but it was enough to enable her to say ‘goodbye’ as she set off for work. I then tried to gather my shit before heading out the door too. Things seemed normal in the office, and my scrutiny of everything that was said to me, how people looked at me, jokes I heard being told elsewhere etc. gave me some solace as it would appear the other three hadn’t said anything to anyone else. Ben and Mitch were both wrapped up in meetings most of the morning so I didn’t see them, whilst Rob gave up nothing when he talked to me briefly. It was almost like it had never happened, until he gave a quick wink before walking off when we had met at the coffee station. I was just starting to think of going for lunch when I saw a group of men and women come out of the biggest conference room at the other end of the office. Ben and Mitch were amongst them, and I watched as everyone chatted for a bit before dispersing. Eventually Ben was striding down the office towards me, and I looked down to avoid eye contact. However, when he stopped next to my desk I had no choice but to look up at him. “Jake, come have lunch with me” he said, smiling. “I want to catch up on where we left things with Barcelona.” I stared up at him for a moment and then nodded. I locked my computer, grabbed my bag from under the table and then stood up and followed him as he walked towards the lift lobby. As we went through the doors to the lifts I finally spoke. “Are we really going to lunch?” He smiled and turned his head. “Of course not.” With that, he walked past the lifts and opened the door into the stairwell. He then started bounding up the stairs, and I hurried after him. We went up three floors, well into the unoccupied part of the building. “This should do” he said, going through one of the doors to where the toilets were. He then opened the door to the disabled toilet, holding it open for me to go in. He then followed me in, closing the door and putting the latch down to lock it. “There” he said, smiling, “now the only people who should disturb us are the ones I’ve invited to come and join us.” “H-h-how many?” I stammered. “We’ll see” he replied. “Mitch and Rob, obviously. Plus my boss.” “Gavin’s going to fuck me?!” I squealed. “Probably” he said, smirking, “or he might just want a blowjob.” I gaped at him, then looked down at the floor suddenly realising what my life was going to become. “Let’s get started” Ben eventually said. “Get your clothes off and hang them on the door. You’ve got a meeting at three and I don’t want you covered in cum.” I complied, realising that he’d planned this out to the extent of even checking when I needed to be back at my desk. Lunch was normally only 45 minutes, but as he’d made a show of saying we were going to be discussing the Barcelona project he could basically keep me here as long as he wanted. Once I was down to my underpants, I waited for my next instruction. “Good” he said, eyeing me up and down. “Now, tell me what you want.” “I’m sorry?” “Tell me what you want.” “Oh” I said. “Oh, right. Er, well, sir, I want you to fuck me.” “Good boy” he said, now smiling. “But first I think you should get me ready.” He then held his dick and looked down at it. Knowing what was required, I dropped to my knees, shuffled forward on the cold tiles and started to lick and suck his cock. I kept this up until he was breathing deeply, and then I decided to take a bit of control of the situation. I stood up, and looked up at him. “You’re ready” I said. “Please fuck me.” He smirked, and then spun me round. I bent over the toilet, rested my hands on the closed lid, and waited. He then suddenly appeared next to me, and bent over to retrieve a bottle that was hidden down the side of the toilet. Oh my god, he had planned this out so much he’d even stashed some lube here earlier. He disappeared from view, and I heard the squirting sound as he applied some to his fingers. A second later I flinched as I felt the coldness against my arse, and he then pushed a lubed finger in. Initially I was pleased that he was going to open me up, but then the finger was suddenly removed and he took up position behind me. Oh well, this was going to be a bit of a rough entry. He firmly pushed himself inside of me, and then slid the entire length in. It hurt, there’s no denying that, but I also felt a wave of euphoria sweep over me as I was penetrated again. “There you go boy” he said rather gruffly, holding still once fully buried, “now you’re back where you should be.” He then started to fuck, thrusting in and out of my hole as I relaxed into it and loosened up. His pounding was steady and felt fucking awesome, but after a while we were interrupted by what seemed to be a coded knock on the door. He swiftly yanked his cock from me, stepped back and flipped the latch on the door, and then returned to his position and rammed back inside of me as the door was opened. With my back to the door I couldn’t see who had come in, but from the steps and shuffling it was definitely more than one person. For some reason I chose not to look around, continuing to stare in front of me as Ben’s cock sawed away inside my guts. He eventually sped up, grunted loudly and blew his load, filling me with a huge quantity of his seed. He got his breath back and then withdrew, and in a matter of seconds I felt another cock being pushed in. Once again I was fucked, but this time I didn’t know who by even though it probably had to be Mitch, Rob or our department’s head, Gavin. I tried to decide if I thought the rock hard cock barrelling away inside me was familiar or not, but wasn’t sure. In just a few minutes the guy inside me blew his load and bred me, and then another stepped up. During that fuck there was another coded knock at the door, but this time I couldn’t tell if just one person had come in or more than that. It occurred to me that Ben had left it rather open as to whether it was just going to be him and the three others he mentioned breeding me that day, so it was quite possible some other guys were there. Despite my curiosity peaking, I still didn’t look round. In all, I was fucked seven times and took all of their loads up my arse. Then, when I sensed it was over, I straightened up and breathed deeply, feeling the cum running down my legs. I then slowly turned around to see who else was in the rather crowded disabled loo with me. Ben. Mitch. Rob. Yep, Gavin was there. Fuck. But who the hell were the other three? “Thanks mate” one of the strangers said, smiling at me. Whoever he was, he was cute. Man, I was thinking a guy was cute. “He doesn’t need to be thanked” said Ben, rather sternly. “Isn’t that right boy?” I blinked at him, before nodding. “Yes sir” I said, before looking round the room. “Thank you for breeding me.” “Good boy” said Ben. With that, the others all started to file out of the toilet and make their way back downstairs. When they were gone, Ben locked the door again and turned back to me. “Get yourself cleaned up” he said, with a much gentler tone than before, “and then you can go.” “Thank you” I said, before adding “sir.” He smiled at me, and then started to grab some paper towels from the dispenser. I set about getting the loads wiped out of my arse, and also cleaned up my legs given the stream of sticky cum that had run down them. Once washed and dried I got dressed again, and then hoisted my bag off the floor. “Right” Ben said, opening up the door, “let’s eat.” I was a bit dumbfounded, until he made his way through the door on to the dark, unoccupied office floor rather than heading back down the stairs. He walked to the kitchen area, where I was surprised to see some M&S sandwiches, crisps and drinks sitting out. Man, he had really planned this well. We hurriedly ate the food he had dropped off this morning, not saying anything to each other but exchanging occasional looks and smiles. Ben started wandering around the floor as he ate, taking in the view from three storeys further up the tower, and I eventually did the same. When we were done with our food Ben carefully gathered up the packaging and put it into the plastic bag he’d brought it in, and then we made our way back downstairs to resume our work for the afternoon.

When it rains, it pours. :-) I posted yesterday early evening about the hot latino muscle jock that stopped by to get my load. After he left, my buddy and I went out to dinner. I got home from that and was chatting on Grindr and a4a, and a twink that I fuck every other month or so (he's very inconsistent, and it's always when he wants it, if I ever contact him first he turns me down) said that he was horny and wanted some action, but he wanted to make sure everything was good "down there". So while I was waiting for him to respond, I was chatting with other guys on Grindr that were interested in playing. Twink got back to me and said he was good to go, so I asked if I could invite others to join...twink said sure, as long as they were negative as he hadn't started his PrEP yet (just got the prescription). I told the twink to head over, and I got on Grindr and messaged nearby profiles that were tops...a local mid 20's black guy and an early 30's chubby guy that was staying over in a hotel both said they were interested, so I invited them over. Twink arrived first and he and I played around a little...gave his hot hole a nice long rimming...while we waited for the other two to arrive. They both parked and messaged me at the same time, so I had twink put on his blindfold like he always does, and told the guys to come up to my apt. For the next hour or so, we all three took turns inside him. Black guy left early because he had an early morning, but chubby guy and I kept tagging him. Chubby guy bred him first and I got down there to felch his load out of the hole a bit, then I added mine. Twink isn't the most talkative guy, but he seemed to enjoy it. I was proud of him.

Been a little slow lately, with family visits and such, but a latino jock buddy of mine messaged me on Grindr about 45 minutes ago, asked if I had time to fuck before dinner, and said he was nearby. Sure enough, Grindr said he was about 2500 feet away. I asked him if he thought he was cleaned out and ready and he said yes (he always seems to be spotless, no matter what - it's odd, but nice). So I said to come over, and by the time I had put my sex blanket over the bed (to protect my bedding), and gotten the lube and poppers out, he messaged to say he was parking. I had to ask him to give me a second to undress and unlock the door LOL. Then it was business as usual, he came in, found me naked in bed, stripped down, started sucking me, I had him turn around to rim him while he sucked (69 position), then we moved into fucking position with him on his back...fucked him like that for a few minutes...then had him turn over on his hands and knees and pounded away for another few minutes until I unloaded. When he realized I was shooting, he jacked himself off to cum also. Then he went to the bathroom and cleaned up, came back to the bedroom to get dressed, and left. I swear this guy could be a GQ model...built/ripped, washboard abs, perfect ass, chiseled face and stylish hair. Yet, he likes coming over and finding an average looking cub like me naked in bed waiting to rim and fuck him...and he whimpers like a baby the entire time, saying how much he likes daddy's cock and how he wants my load. Fucking hot...but no more than 20-25 minutes total. And I've worked up an appetite for when my buddy picks me up for dinner in a few LOL

By: strokes24 https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Slut-blows-me-then-gets-gangfucked-at-arcade-31388782 Slut blows me then gets gangfucked at arcade First he started off sucking me.. then I fucked his ass. This big sexy dude walked in and took a turn, then another guy finished inside him. Crazy scene

Well sounds like it could have been the fuck flu. I had my fuck flu shortly after returning from a trip to the US. Depending on when exactly I got infected that trip, some 10-14 days after getting infected. My fuck flu was a rather short course one too. Started feeling a bit feverish one evening, so just took some paracetamol not thinking anything. Had the night sweats that same night and woke up with my sheets being soaked. Took another paracetamol in the morning so I could go to work and in the shower realised I had some kind of rash on several places all over my body - that's really when it hit me. That same day my muscles started to get really really sore and I started feeling extremely fatigued and had a really high fever. I also had a hard time eating, because I could barely swallow. All that continued for about 5 days and then I was back to normal. Went for an HIV test a couple of days after what I thought was a fuck flu and as expected tested poz.

The next morning I was awoken by Ben pushing his rod into me. It was dry and hurt, so I reached out and grabbed the tube of lube from the bedside table in front of me. Applying some to my hands I quickly reached back and rubbed some on his dick, before sticking my fingers in to my hole to try to relax and lube them. Ben allowed this for a few seconds, before swatting my hand away and pushing his dick in. This time he managed to sink it fully inside me, and although it hurt I put up no further protest. I lay on my side and he fucked me until he blew a third load into my hole, before he pulled out, got off the bed and headed into the shower. I heard him lock the bathroom door, so I guess he didn’t want company. We didn’t say anything to each other until we were standing waiting for the lift, both washed and dressed for the day. “You sore?” he asked, a little gruffly. “Yes” I said, continuing to stare up at the LED display to see the lift approaching our floor, “but I’ll live.” We met Mitch and Rob down at breakfast, where they had already been for a while. Ben sat down and waited for a coffee to arrive, but I was hungry so asked Rob to order a cappuccino for me while I went to the buffet. Coming back with a plate of food I saw Rob and Mitch looking at me quizzically, slightly smiling. I tried to avoid their gaze, wondering why the sudden attention my way, but when I was seated, had put my napkin on my lap and picked up my cutlery, the two of them were still staring at me. Ben, meanwhile, was checking his phone but had a smirk on his face. “So” I said, blushing a bit, “how was your night?” “It was good” said Mitch, still smirking. “Er, great” I said, forcing a smile at him. At this point he looked away, but the smile didn’t go. I was now convinced that Ben had told them what had happened last night. “So” said Ben, breaking an uncomfortable silence that had then ensued. “We all know what the plan is for today?” With that, and to my relief, conversation turned to work. There was a lot to do, and I was able to focus on the job at hand for most of the day, only really being brought back to reality when I sat down without care and realised how tender my thrice-fucked arse was. We worked all through the day, eating lunch during a meeting so as not to waste time, and it wasn’t until gone 7pm that we finished. A few of the people we had been working with took us to a nearby bar for some drinks, and we once again ended up having tapas for dinner rather than staying out to go to a restaurant at the late hour the locals tended to eat. We then walked back to the hotel, taking in the vibrancy of the city after dark. No-one suggested stopping for a drink anywhere as I thought they would, and indeed no-one was really talking. I was feeling pretty self-conscious after the weirdness at breakfast, so kept my trap shut too. Back at the hotel we piled into the lift in silence, and then Rob and Mitch got off at the third floor without even a ‘goodnight’. Ben and I then continued on up to level five, and headed to our room. “Bathroom” Ben said gruffly as I closed the bedroom door. “Sorry?” “Get in the bathroom” he commanded. I stood and stared at him for a moment, and then found myself complying. I walked into the bathroom, with him following close behind. Once inside, he pushed me towards the sink and bent me over, my silk tie resting on the taps. He then reached around my front and undid my trousers, pushing them and my trunks down to my knees. I watched in the mirror as he then undid his own trousers and pushed them down a bit, reached into one of the pockets and pulled out a sachet of lube, ripped it open with his teeth and then I felt it squirting between my arsecheeks. Seconds later his cock was against my tightened hole, and I did the best I could to allow him access as he pushed in. However, he had not rimmed or fingered me at all, and it hurt like a bitch. I yelled out as he popped in. “Shut up!” he said, pushing himself the rest of the way in. Then, without any pausing to let me get used to the invasion, he started fucking me deep and hard. I know I had my eyes squeezed shut at first, but in time I opened them again and looked in the mirror. As much as it hurt, it was a hell of a turn-on to see both Ben and I fully dressed in business suits, but with him fucking the daylight out of me. He didn’t last long before he bred me, and then ripped his cock from my hole. “Get undressed and get on the bed” he commanded, as he pulled me up and pushed me out the door. He then shut and locked the door to do, well, I don’t know what. I stood in shocked amazement for a bit, and then started to get my jacket, tie and shirt off. I removed my watch and chucked it on my bed, then sat on the end of his to get fully naked. I paused again, and then climbed up on to the bed and positioned myself on all fours. While I waited I remembered the tube of lube from this morning, so crawled over and retrieved it from the drawer. I applied some to my fingers and then reached back to work it into my hole, trying to stretch myself a bit. Ben’s dick had already done a number on me back there, but it had hurt throughout so I wanted to get a bit more relaxed if he was going to fuck me again. Ben came back out of the bathroom, and our eyes met as I looked back over my shoulder at him. “On all fours” he said, before going towards the bedroom door. I heard him open it, not knowing what the fuck was going on, but when I then heard the clear sounds of more than Ben walking into the room everything fell into place for me. “Fuck” I heard Mitch say, “you weren’t joking!” “Is he ready?” asked Rob. “Slut’s all yours” replied Ben. “Just bred him, so he’s good to go.” Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. That’s pretty much where my head was at. I looked back at them as they stripped out of their clothes, not quite believing what was about to happen to me. But I didn’t protest. I don’t know why, but I didn’t protest. Rob went first, stepping up to my rear end and slapping me with his cock a few times. He saw the tube of lube next to me and grabbed it, applying some to his cock for which I was grateful. He then pushed against my hole and slipped inside, and I was pleased to find that he didn’t have the girth of Ben. He was much longer though, and as he went deeper inside I found myself moaning as new parts of me were opened up. “He loves it” said Mitch, who then came round to the other end of the bed. He kneeled on the mattress and shuffled forward, presenting his erect dick to my face. Without a great deal of choice in the matter, I opened my mouth and allowed him to push inside. And so it was that my first spitroasting began. Rob got himself fully buried, and then began to piston in and out of my recently-virgin hole, while Mitch set up a rhythm in my mouth. Somehow I managed to swallow his cock without gagging, and so my throat got deflowered by Mitch as Ben had done to my arse the day before. The two of them started thrusting in sync, so that I was getting reamed at both ends in tandem. I have to admit, even though my mind was screaming, it felt amazing. I relaxed into it, letting the two guys use my holes. In time, they swapped places, and I got to savour the various tastes now coating Rob’s cock as he thrust it in and out of my throat, while Mitch took over the reins at the back end. They swapped back once more before Rob blew his load in my arse, and then Mitch went back there and hammered me for a bit longer until he too had bred me. Ben took over at this point, ramming into me and dumping another load. By that point Rob was back in gear so he gave me another fucking, and then Mitch added his second load of goop to my overflowing hole. They rested for a while on my bed, cracking open some beers it appeared the other guys had brought with them, and I turned over an lay on my back trying to recover. None of them spoke to me at all, just chatting between them about what a good hole I was, how I compared to the girls or guys they fucked back home, and how many loads they thought they could get up me before we went back to London. They were clearly trying to themselves aroused again while my holes lay unused, and it worked. Still lying on my back, I then took one more load from each of them with my legs up on their shoulders, before they called it a night. Rob and Mitch threw on their trousers and shirts and headed off, while Ben climbed in to my bed. I lay on his for a bit longer, and then sat up and looked over at him. “Should I get in with you?” I asked softly, the first time I had spoken in a long while. He didn’t respond, but just threw back the covers. I climbed in turned around and rested back against him on my side. I could feel his cock was hardening again, so reached back and took hold of it. I briefly rubbed it, and then guided it back into my gaping hole. Ben let out a moan of appreciation, and threw his arm over me to hug me in. Sleep then took us both, with him buried to the hilt inside me.

Part: 5 The rest of the week went about the same, I would flip open the app on my lunch, end up in an alley, storage room floor, random places just taking dick. My star rating had gone up to 4.9. I wanted a perfect 5! But was still working towards it. The wife came back home Thursday night. I feared the fun might have to end now that she was back. Save it only for when she wasn’t around. By that weekend though all I could think of was the app. I wanted to log on and take some dick. Saturday morning I had to take my son to his baseball game. The wife stayed behind to get some stuff done since she had been out of town all week. We got to the field and my son ran off to join his team. He was a cute kid, he was 17 and developing into a solid stud. I had put on some shorts and a jock again, I figured I might be able to get away while my son was playing. The game started and towards the end of the first inning I popped open the app and hit search: “field #5” That was the baseball field way in the back, it was being redone and not in use right now. I hit accept and got the next set of instructions “head over to the home team dugout.” I jogged over, my dick already hard, bouncing as I jogged. I walked in from behind so I could not see into the dugout, I walked up and stepped in. There was my sons assistant coach! I got nervous, didn’t know if he was from the app or if he was there for something else. “it’s cool, I ordered you. get over here, suck on this dick” I dropped to my knees and pulled his cock out, I was in heaven. The assistant coach was a college kid. Tall 6ft and fit with a six pack for days. His cock was also amazing, a nice 9 inches with a bulbous head. A swallowed it to the hilt till I felt his pubes on my nose, he held my head down and face fucked me. tears started streaming from my face, I tried to pull off and breath but he just held me there. Finally, he let me up and I gasped for breath. “get on all 4s bitch, the coach expects me back soon.” I bent over the fence and held on, he spit on his cock and just slammed it in. He started pistol fucking me. I thought I was going to go through the fence. I could swear people could hear the chain link fence rattling but I didn’t care, I just wanted that load. He buried his cock deep in my ass and started busting. He pumped about 7 ropes of cum into me. He pulled out his dick to the tip and then slid it right back in, working the load into my hole. “thanks man, gotta run” he tucked his monster back into his baseball pants and ran off. I gave him a few before I rejoined the game. I felt the app notification, I popped it open and saw the 5-star rating. Another well satisfied top.

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty I slowly raised up off Dad’s hard cock and moved off the bed. Dad was still focused on eating the ass sitting on his face. Brent pulled out and quickly moved to where I was. I held Dad’s cock straight up and watched it slide into his hole. Dad tried to lower his legs, but Brent locked his arms around them, keeping them up in the air. Brent looked over his shoulder and nodded. I quietly stepped closer to Dad’s ass. My cock throbbed as it made contact with Dad’s hole. Holding it by the base, I started to rub his hole with my head, circling his ring. He started pushing it out, opening his hole for my cock. I was leaking pre-cum, wetting Dad’s hole. I pushed the tip into his hole, then quickly pulled out. Over and over I did this, as Brent was slowly sliding up and down on Dad’s cock. “Stop fucking teasing my hole and FUCK ME!” Dad said. I leaned forward slowly pushing my rock hard cock into my Dad’s hole. I kept sliding until I was balls deep. His hole felt so good wrapped around my cock, it was warm and wet inside. He squeezed his ring around the base of my cock, tightening, then loosening. Over and over he did this. I slowly pulled out until the head of my cock was just in him and then drove back in. He moaned into the ass on his face. I leaned in further and kissed Brent, our tongues invaded each other’s mouth. My hips were slowly pumping forward and back, driving my hard cock deep into Dad’s hole. I was so turned on that I knew I would not last long inside my Dad. Brent was moving faster and faster up and down Dad’s cock, all the while Dad was slurping on the hole over his mouth, not knowing who was fucking him. “I’m so close Brent” I whispered to him, breaking our kiss. “Breed him” The man sitting on Dad’s face tried to get up, but Brent grabbed his arm and mouthed for him to stay there. He grinned and pushed his ass back down on Dad’s face. “Tongue my fuck hole” he ordered Dad. I pumped harder into Dad’s ass. My balls were aching to shoot my load into him. I edged the area just behind the head of my cock on Dad’s ring, slowly moving in and out. When I could not hold back any more, I pushed all the way in and exploded. My cock jumped over and over and my poz load hit deep inside Dad. I had never cum that much or that hard, EVER. My head feel against Brent’s back as I tried to catch my breath. I held my cock in Dad’s ass as he squeezed his hole muscles again, trying to milk my cock. Brent mouthed “move” to me and I quickly moved to the pile of bodies on the floor, getting under a guy that was on all fours getting fucked. Brent motioned for a man to lift my legs and slide his cock into my hole. All a rouse to keep Dad from knowing I fucked him. I took the cock in my mouth that was hanging above me, as the man I was under did the same to mine. He held it deep in his mouth, even though it was only semi-hard. The man seated on Dad’s face got off and moved to his ass, then slid his cock deep inside, as Brent fucked himself on Dad’s cock. “Where by boy, Brent” Dad asked. Brent pointed to me in the pile of men. I pulled my head from out of the crotch of the guy I under, smiling at Dad. “What’s up Pop, besides your cock up Brent’s hole.” “Just wanted to make sure you were safe.” “Nope - safe sucks, raws the way to go” The guy fucking my ass chuckled and pulled out his cock, waved it in the air, showing Dad it was raw. “No raincoat here” He slammed back into me and started to pump in and out of my hole faster and faster, until he shot a load deep into me. The men all around were shooting their loads in holes, then one by one they were leaving. The cabin emptied out until it was just Dad, Brent and I. The whole time the orgy was going on, Brent continued to ride Dad’s cock. Dad was having some great staying power. “Brent, why don’t you slide your A.I.D.S cock up my son’s hot hole” Dad suggested “Why don’t I fuck you both with it” Brent said, “get your asses up in the air” Dad and I both flipped over and got on all fours, I dropped my head down to the bed, pushing my ass up more. “Looks like the boy want’s it more than Daddy” Brent said. He positioned himself behind me, lowering his cock until it was lined up with my hole and drove in deep. I let out a moan, Brent’s cock felt good in my hole. “Want some poppers, son?” “I’m good” Brent’s A.I.D.S cock slide in and out of my hole, balls slapping my ass over and over. Dad had moved into the same position that I was in. “Drew your hole is winking at me” Brent said, “Are you trying to get my cock out of your son’s hole” “Fuck yeah” Brent pulled out of my hole and moved behind Dad, slamming his cock into Dad’s hole. I could see Brent fucking my Dad when I turned my head to face them. “Bitch” I said jokingly at Dad “Damn, Daddy stole the cock right out of your hole boy” Brent said as he continued to fuck Dad’s hole. I reached back and started to rub my fingers around my hole, coating them with the cum from my ass and slid them into my hole. I had two in my hole and was moving them in and out, slowly finger fucking myself. “looks like your son is trying to entice me” “Slut” Dad said to me. I just smiled and kept fingering my hole as Brent fucked my Dad’s hole. Brent was watching me finger myself. Brent was really pounding Dad’s hole. I flipped over and through my legs into the air, then went back to fucking my hole, this time sliding three fingers into it. I was moaning like a whore in heat, when Brent pulled out of Dad’s ass. “I will fuck you more boy, but know that your Daddy gets my A.I.D.S” he said dropping to his knees. He grabbed my legs and rammed his cock into my hole. I loved it, his cock was so fucking hard. I turned to face Dad, who was slowly stroking the cock that made me. He moved closer and started to kiss me, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. Brent laid down on my, still pumping his cock in me, and joined our kiss. Then pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty. “So close boy” He slammed back into Dad’s hole, pumping him harder and harder. His grunts were getting loud. “Here it comes Drew” he yelled He pushed all the way in and fell on top of Dad’s back, the sudden weight caused Dad to collapse on the bed, Brent went with him, his cock still buried in Dad’s ass, shooting it’s A.I.D.S in deep. They were both still breathing heavy as Brent lifted off Dad. He moved over to me and put his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and started to suck it, cleaning it of Dad’s ass juice, Brent’s A.I.D.S and my cum. “I needed that,” Dad said, “Needed a good recharge” Brent pulled out of my mouth and got off the bed. Looking right at me he said: “Boy you will get my load soon enough, I will be there for your initiation into the club” With that Brent left our cabin. I just looked at Dad. “Brent is a member, as well as Rick and Jack” he said. He went over to his bag and grabbed his phone. He scrolled through his email and said: “Just waiting on two more members to respond, but everyone else said yes. I am sure those two will be there as well” he said. Even though we were basically at a huge public poz fuck club, I could not get my mind off the basement and the gang bang that would be happening when we get back. “Daddy, will Dax be there for my gang bang” “Nope, not a permanent member” Dad said laughing, “Still trying to figure that one out huh son?” I just nodded. “Hungry” Dad asked me “Starving” I said. “Let’s get a bite” he said.

Thanks guys, I am appreciating the comments, keep them coming. Enjoy: Part: 3 I got back home my phone buzzed. It was the app, a notification. The top had rated me, I opened the app and saw my review. 4.5 out of 5 stars. “Good hole, made a bit of noise but was able to take dick well once he settled in.” The review had been added to my profile. I got another notification. “Congrats on getting your first load/review. Tops can rate bottoms, but bottoms cannot rate tops. We only offer our tops the best bottoms so you must maintain a 4.0-star review to continue with the service. Have fun.” Well, I am going to have to make sure I keep my star rating up. I had a few errands to run for the day and got dressed. I left the load inside me, made me feel sluttier. I threw on some basketball shorts, with a jockstrap underneath and a t-shirt. I headed off to Home Depot as I needed a few things for a couple projects around the house I promised the wife to get to before she got back from her mom’s house. Pulled into the parking lot and walked into Home Depot. A lot of working men, I started getting horny again thinking of the load already in my ass. Would the app work here? It was worth a try. I opened the app and hit search, two minutes later I got this message: “Go to the Home Depot restroom, last stall, wait there door unlocked, 5 min.” I hit accept and scanned the store for the restroom sign, spotted it towards the back. This was exciting. I had never before actually had sex in public. I stepped into the bathroom and headed towards the handicap stall at the end. I stepped in and left the door unlocked. Someone walked in a minute after me, I held my breath. The guy walked towards my stall but took a left at the urinal. Damn, not my guy. He finished his business, washed his hands and left. Moments after, the door opened again. I could see work boots under the stall. The door opened and there was a contractor, a total daddy type. He stepped in and closed the door behind himself. I immediately got on my knees and pulled his cock out. I swallowed him whole I didn’t want to get docked on my star rating. He wasn’t that big but it was a decent six inches. Very musky, fucking hot. I loved it. After a minute or so I got to my feet, bent over, held onto the handicap bar and presented my ass. Without a word he got behind me and slipped right in. “Fucking nice pussy, already fucked. I like it. Love a pre-lubbed hole.” He started pounding into my hole, my shorts around my ankles. I sniffed my poppers and opened up, I was flying high, fucking loved it. Then the door opened, the top slowed his pace but didn’t pull out. He shushed me. I held my breath. A guy walked in and took a piss, then walked out. The top went back to slamming my hole. “I’m gonna bust bitch, take this load you slut.” And with three pumps I could feel him unloading in my ass. He finished draining his dick and pulled out, pulled up his pants and left. Fuck that was hot. I pulled up my shorts and left as well. I spotted him in the store a few times as a I grabbed my stuff, we even locked eyes, and when nobody was looking he grabbed his bulge - just for my benefit. When I got back to my car I checked the app, got another review: 5 stars “good pussy to breed,” was all it said.

Dad’s Basement Part Nineteen. The light slowly was filtered out by the trees and growth. It wasn’t as dark as the room we were, but it was dark. I could see men walking around a head in the woods, as well as them sucking and fucking. Was fucking hot. We moved deeper and deeper along the trail, until we came to a small clearing. I watched Dad approach a man, he was tall and skinny. Dad reached out and hooked his hand around the man’s head and guided his head until they were close enough to kiss. Without thinking my hand went to my cock and slowly started to stroke it. Dad and the skinny man, were locked in a deep kiss and I knew their tongues were exploring each other’s mouths. Their hands were exploring each other’s bodies and eventually were holding and stoking the other man’s hard cocks. “Knew I would find you out here Brent” Dad said, “you know I was looking for you” “Knew you would find me out here too,” Brent said, “Who’s the kid?” “Believe it or not, he’s my son, biological son.” “His ass game? Want us to poz him and bring him over to our team” “I took care of that myself, me and a hand full of guys from the basement, but he took my cock and strain first” “Damn, that’s fucking hot Drew, I want some of that cock and boy pussy” “I get you first, it’s been too long since you and I flipped fucked” “Let’s head to your cabin Drew, I want to pump my A.I.D.S load into your hole” “Went full blown huh?” “Yeah about a month ago, let’s get to your cabin and have a little fuck party with the boy” “Come on you two let’s go” Dad said, leading the way out of the woods. I didn’t even protest I just followed Dad and Brent. They were a head of me, talking away. I watched both their asses as they walked, keeping my cock hard. We passed all types of men, old, young, smooth hairy, and the list goes on and on. One thing they had in common was their cocks, all of them were hard. I saw men sucking and fucking all out in the open, not ashamed of the obscene act that they were performing. We arrived at the cabin and went in, Dad and Brent started kissing again. I stood back and watched. It was so hot seeing my Dad kiss another man, both of their cocks were hard. Even without getting an invite from either one, I dropped to my knees, taking Dad’s cock in my mouth and Brent’s cock in hand. I sucked Dad for a minute or so, then switched to Brent. I did this over and over as they kissed. They pulled me up and I joined their kiss. I felt their hands rub my back and make their way to my hole. They stuck their fingers into it, finger fucking my hole at different rhythms. I could hear the sloppiness of my cum filled hole. “Hot sloppy hole boy” Brent said. Dad pulled Brent to the bed with him, he laid back on the bed and lifted his legs in the air, exposing his hole. Brent rubbed his cock up and down Dad’s hairy hole, then pushed in deep. “I missed this hole Drew” Brent said “always the best I have had” I watched as Brent pulled out, then drove his cock deep in Dad’s hole. Brent’s balls were swinging with each pump in and out. “You just going to watch Son or join in?” Dad asked me. I jumped, breaking the hypnotic stare I had on Brent’s cock. I moved behind Brent and dropped down. I sat in between Brent’s legs with my back against the bed. I could see his cock sliding in Dad’s ass. I ran my tongue along the bottom of Brent’s cock, tasting my Dad’s ass juice and the cum that was coating Brent’s cock. I would hit Dad’s hole every now and then causing him to moan. I heard the cabin door open, but didn’t care who came in. “This a private party or can anyone join in” “The more the merrier” Dad said. The man moved behind Brent, lining his cock up with Brent’s hole. As Brent pulled out of my Dad’s ass, he slide back on the new cock. I moved a little and started to tongue the new cock and Brent’s hole. “That’s it boy, wet my cock” the man said. I watched him push into Brent, driving Brent’s cock deep into Dad. Cum squirted out of Brent’s ass as the man pulled out. I was lucky enough to have my mouth under his ass and have it land in my mouth. I crawled out from under the men, and moved one the bed. I sat on my Dad’s face. He instantly started to tongue my ass, as I bent forward and took his cock in my mouth. I heard the door open again and felt someone climb on the bed. I was too engrossed in Dad’s cock to see who it was. He moved until he was kneeling at the top of Dad’s head. “Fuck my son” Dad said The new man moved forward, pushing his cock against my hole. It easily slid into me. I just kept sucking Dad’s cock. I could feel Dad’s tongue licking my hole. The cock inside me felt so good and I knew Dad was enjoying Brent’s cock because he was leaking a massive amount of pre-cum. “Got an audience at the windows Drew” Brent said, still sliding his dick in Dad and his hole on the other cock. “Get them in here Brent” Dad said muffled under me. Brent motioned for the men to enter. I looked up to see about six more men enter the cabin and start sucking each other. It wasn't long until they were fucking as well. The man behind Brent pulled out and moved to where the man was fucking me. “Trade” he said. The cock pulled out of me and was replaced with the man’s cock. Brent was soon penetrated by the new cock and the fucking continued. My cock was leaking pre-cum all over Dad’s neck and furry chest. The room began to smell like sex as chorus of moans and groans filled the air. Men were switching partners over and over. I pulled off of the man up my hole and turned and sat on Dad’s cock. Brent’s cock was still pumping Dad’s hole, but his top had moved on. “That’s it son, sit on Daddy’s cock” “Is he really your son” someone asked “Fuck yeah, he’s on the cock that made him” Dad said, “and the cock that pozzed him” “Oh that’s fucking hot” I started to bounce on Dad’s cock as he ran his hands all over my body. I could feel Brent’s chest against my back, his sweat mixing with mine. He reached around and started to pinch and tug on my nipples. My cock bounced off Dad’s stomach. A man came and sat on Dad’s face, giving Dad the chance to eat out his hole. Brent leaned in close and whispered in my ear “Change places with me” I just grinned.

I race off to my office with a real spring in my steps making sure not to cum stain my work suit and head straight to the Gents, luckily no one is in there so encouraged by my first out in the open public sex I stand at the urinals and jack off, my load splattering against the porcelain in double quick time. Phew! I wipe my cock on the communal hand towel and smirk to myself, how lucky am I? I must have missed him on the station platform the next day, and it wasn’t until the following Monday – on another yet rainy day - before I saw him again. He turned up on the platform at the same place and at the same time but was now clean shaven and in an electric blue suit, crisp white shirt with dazzling orange tie. I find myself a few yards away from him on the platform edge and as I glanced sideways to look at him, he pretended to ignore me; he was standing with his hands crossed in front of him, holding a large leather man bag. When the train came in, I maneuvered myself so as to get on next to him. As we moved forward towards the train doors, I caught a tantalizing glimpse of his hard-on in his sharp blue suit, he must have been playing with himself while standing there, after all, first thing in the morning who wouldn’t with his fine piece of equipment I longed to enjoy again. The train was already rammed full of passengers and we were squeezed in to the corner by the doors and reminded me how I’d love to ram his pert ass right now! I still managed to get on next to him but we were now stuck holding onto the same bar above him with his left hand but facing slightly away from me. I was at right-angles to him, however, I couldn’t get around in front of him, as it was simply too crowded and he wasn’t making it easy for me. There simply was no way we could risk the kind of “play” we had enjoyed the other day. The air was heavy with an array of minty fresh breath, the remains of garlic lingering from the previous night, cheap aftershave, expensive cologne and the heady mix of musky BO from the already sweaty tightly packed bodies…all of which made my cock twitch and grow to its full 6.5 inches. God I hope the lady pressed up against me doesn’t move anymore or she will get a big surprise! Nevertheless, in the crowd, I pressed myself against his side and tried to get him to twist around, but he didn’t seem to want to play ball today and I was getting a bit frustrated by this when the train pulled into the next station and a load more people got on. Amidst all the pushing and shoving, I was pressed up to the side of the carriage with nowhere else to move but he ended up with his butt pressed firmly up against my bulging crotch now lodged hard into his butt. The swaying of the train made my erection ride up and down his ass crack making me even more rock hard, already oozing pre-cum into my Calvin Klein’s. Happy that I was in this promising position for the next part of the journey, especially as I couldn’t reach his front, I decided to investigate his backside, I moved so my free hand went neatly to his ass cheeks alongside my hard-on and started to feel the lovely round shape of his bum through his tight trousers. With my fingers extended, I slip my hand forward between his legs and pressed upwards into the spot behind his balls, then traced it back outwards around his ass cheeks as I traced the ridge of his underpants outlining his rounded globes then gently sawed in and out letting him know exactly what I would love to do to him. Throughout all of this, he maintained his position and did nothing to stop me. The height difference between us meant I could just about reach under him until my hand touched his bulge. What a discovery he was sporting an erection set to burst the front of his tightly-fitting trousers! At the next opportunity of passengers getting on and off, we found ourselves up against the glass partition by the seats with now a man mountain standing with his back to us to my right, so we were still well shielded. Still behind him, I slid my right hand around his right thigh and, concealed by his man bag went to grope his trouser bursting cock. With my fingers wrapped around his twitching cock…suddenly, I felt another hand grab mine I certainly wasn’t expecting that, now with someone else involved it was cranking up the risk-stakes. I went cold. I broke out in a cold sweat and a trickle runs down my back causing a shudder I froze, unsure what to do next…but ‘my guy’ then he seemed to wriggle his bum a little rubbing up against the rock-hardness of my own stonking erection pressing deep in his ass crease. This alone was almost enough to make me cum there and then. I’m in awe as he was shuffling through a complete 180 degrees to now face me. Almost feverishly, I allowed the swaying of the carriage to let me adjust my position against him as my hands go to the top of his flies, I expected to find a zip but, to my dismay, I discovered buttons. Damn! Not to be undone, I remembered that on this stretch, there would be a long run now until the next station, which would be on the other side of the carriage, followed by another long run after that. So, bolstered by this knowledge, I found the open bottom button and made my way upwards with dexterous fingers and thumb. In a change of tack, he pressed the back of his right hand against my crotch as I continued delicately undoing his buttons, two, three, eventually four of them, until there was enough room to slide my whole hand inside the warm moist opening. Meanwhile, he continued to brush and press his hand against my dick, bulging hard inside my briefs, now uncomfortably wet from all the pre-cum oozing from my piss slit. How we were able to do this without it being too obvious to anyone in the crowd around us is beyond me. Last time it was me in charge of this intoxicating sexual thrill during our daily commute. However, this time, things were going in an entirely new direction and I was far from in control of myself at the thought of where this might go judging by the state of my own underwear! As he twisted his hand around and began investigating and squeezing the bulge hidden to the outside World by my coat, I slide my hand inside the warm opening of his flies and to my surprise, immediately felt wet cotton then the thick throbbing shaft of his penis. God, it was thick, thicker than I remembered and super rock-hard! I looked directly into his deep wide eyes and gave him a quick raise of my eye-brows. He looked away, being careful not to be discovered…as at the same, his fingers had found the zip of my flies… He wasted no time; before I knew it, zip was down and his hand was inside my trousers and had found the top of my white Calvins. I managed to hook my finger over the waist-band of his underwear and pulled downwards, prying my other fingers into the new opening until my whole hand was inside and the front of his briefs. Immediately, I felt tufts of pubic hair and I squeezed his heavy testicles, now tightly bunched against the warmth of his groin. I saw him swallow hard, parting then licking his lips slightly. He was highly aroused and his right hand was busy working my dick. It was hard to concentrate! As the train came into the next station, we both just stood there, pressed together in the crowd, across from the doors, with people jostling to get on and off around us. As soon as the train moved on, I slowly pulled his foreskin back and as I did so, I watched his eyes close again, as once again he inhaled deeply, pressing his lips hard together, as if to suppress some other more extrovert sign of his ecstasy. I was enjoying this – and so was he! Now, backwards and forwards, I slid his foreskin over the head of his tool and pricked my finger on the sharp underside of his piercing. I swallowed hard to prevent a yelp and hope I’m not bloodying his briefs. I adjusted my hand’s position and continued to jack his hard-on as copious amounts of slippery pre-cum ooze into my fingers and I began sliding it around the head of his penis. Frantically, his fingers pulled at the top my damp briefs and his hand was inside them, releasing my bulging cock into his hand and slipping sideways in my briefs, across my right thigh. He discovered the wetness of my pre-cum and momentarily, I think he thought I had already cum, but because my shaft was hard across my groin and in his grip, he quickly realized otherwise and began sliding my own foreskin back, so that his fingers could mimic what I was doing to him, the two of us jacking in unison. That was it; neither of us could hold it any longer. All at once, I watched as his neck veins began to expand once more against his white shirt, as he sharply breathed-in through his nose and clasped his eyes tight shut I simultaneously felt a series of rhythmic throbs as his cum pulsed volumes pumping endless amounts of cum through my fingers. Just as he was in the midst of his throbbing orgasm, I felt that familiar powerful feeling engulfing my own body, from the depths of my balls, surging up the shaft of my cock, as I exploded into the palm of his hand in two or three long spurts, as I too now tried to stifle to need to scream out loud, “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” a croaky cough is all that emanates from my open mouth. I still had his throbbing tool in my hand and there was cum everywhere, running, slippery, over his cock, trimmed pubes, balls and down his left leg as I continued to massage his genitals. My own CK’s were soaked but as I was not quite so well-endowed as he was, it was all contained – I think! He slipped his hand out of my briefs and out of my flies. As I moved my hand, I felt his balls relaxing and their tightened sack becoming loose and relaxed again I knew it was time to leave; and in any event, we were coming into “our” exit station. I didn’t have time to do anything else but withdraw my sticky hand from his flies, I was left with cum all over my hand and where I pricked my finger his DNA stung where it was soaking into me…Christ! I’m getting hard again at the thought of a little piece of him in me. The urge to lick my hand and taste his essence was overpowering. Damn! A big globule of his babymakers drips from my hand on to the lady’s dress who has her back pressed up against me. Umm wonder how she is going to explain that at work? I figure I’m shielded enough so go for it, close my eyes and imagine it’s his gorgeous thick cock I’m sucking as my mouth engulfs my hand and lick the juices off my fingers. After that split second of imagery I open my eyes to see the man seated with just the glass partition separating us smiling up at me. I give him a wink and as the crowd exits the train we all depart. I started to follow ‘my man’ but quickly realized that it would be futile as the hustle and bustle of our fellow commuters put distance between us. I saw him disappearing up the escalator as the dampness in my groin became cold and uncomfortable, I couldn’t help but imagine his discomfort too at having to walk the rest of the way to work, his button-flies still undone and drenched underwear leaking cold, sticky cum down his leg. Just like me, he would probably have to go directly into the toilet at work, take off his briefs and spend the rest of the day with nothing on under those tight trousers! I’m thinking the local dry cleaners were going to be busy this week. I reach into my pocket to retrieve a tissue to clean up only to find a piece of paper, it says, “Hi I’m James, meet me later at 6pm outside the station, let’s take these morning rendezvous a step further?”

Dad’s Basement Part Sixteen Packing for this trip was easy, just my toiletries and items to prepare for any fun. I made sure we had enough poppers and lube to have fun at the camp. Dad seemed to be happy about getting away from everything. He told me he had been to nudist camps, but was vague on if he had been to this one. We got up bright and early to set out. Dad’s diesel was growling down the road. It was an eight hour drive and I was planning on have some fun while on the road, at least I prepared for it. Dad was behind the wheel in a pair of very short shorts, I could see half of his cock shaft and the head hanging out the leg as well as his balls. He was shirtless and only an old baseball cap on his head. I was in just shorts too, but once out of town and on the open road I stripped them off and was sitting there naked. His truck was high enough for regular cars not to see in, but the truckers got an eyeful. When we passed by on, I would play with my cock, giving them a show, when they looked in I would suck on my finger. Dad would slow down and let them watch for bit then speed up. “You know teasing them might not be such a hot idea. You get them worked up and they might just rape your ass if they catch up with us” Dad said. “I know, but it’s fun,” I replied, “and you are enjoying it. Look at your cock Dad” His cock was hard as a rock, pressed up against his leg, leaking pre-cum into the fur. “Have you had trucker cock Dad?” “Fuck, I have been breed by quite a few in their cabs” he said “Thats hot Dad” My cock was getting hard thinking about Dad getting fucked by truckers. “Son, I would love to see you get gang banged in a back of a truck by some truckers. It may be something we can arrange later on. We need to get to the camp” Dad kept driving and I kept teasing truckers but knew nothing would happen, he was determined to get to the camp. I saw a sign for a rest area ahead and told dad I needed to piss. He pulled in as I was pulling on my shorts. Before we got out he adjust his cock and balls back inside his shorts. There were not too many cars in the lot and less big rigs. I knew there was not a chance that I was going to get a load. I made my way to the building where the bathrooms were. Nothing fancy, hell it looked like it should have been condemned. As I got to the door, the smell hit me. It was beyond ripe, it was rank. The odor of stale piss invaded my nostrils. I stopped, until Dad was with me at the door. “better than poppers” he said. He pushed me and I went in. This place had not been cleaned in a while. There was piss on the floor, graffiti on the walls everywhere. There was two urinals hanging on the wall, one was covered with a black trash bag with a sign reading out of order. Dad stepped up to the free on, pulled his shorts down exposing his ass and freeing his cock. “Looks like the stalls is your next destination” he said laughing. I was nervous, I hated to see what was waiting for me in the toilets. There were three stalls. I took the middle one. I immediately saw a glory hole in one of the walls. My cock jumped in my shorts. Maybe I could get lucky. I pushed my shorts down, turned and sat on the toilet. I was disappointed seeing the stall next to me was empty. I took my piss. It was really quiet in the restroom. I leaned back and closed my eyes, while I played with my cock. It grew hard quickly. I could hear movement inside the restroom and thought it was Dad heading out back to the truck. I continued to stroke me cock, lost in the fantasy of getting some dick though the glory hole. “Push that ass out a little more” whispered someone in the restroom. I opened my eyes, and quietly moved to the door, peeking through the crack. I could see from the mirrors over the sink that someone else was in the restroom, over by the urinals. I could see Dad’s shorts on the floor around his ankle but the rest of him was covered by a very large man. “That’s it open for my big dick buddy” the stranger said. I continued to watch, slowly jacking my cock. Dad was getting his ass fucked right in front of the urinal, out for all to see. In the reflection I could see another person was standing to the side, I could not see all of him, just half of his body. “Boy’s in the middle stall,’ Dad said pointing my way. I watched in the mirror as the second man walked my way, his big cock sticking out of his fly pointing his way to me. I stepped back from the door, unlocking it as I did. It slowly began to open. I turned around bending over exposing my ass and willing hole. I braced myself by putting my hands on the toilet. “Well, fuck me, it’s the little cock tease” the man said. He stepped up, spit in his hand and rubbed it on my hole. His hands were rough and scratched at my hole. He spit again and rubbed it on the head of his cock. “Going to teach you to tease truckers” He lined his cock up with my hole, just slightly pushing his head into my hole, not enough to enter but just to hold his cock in place. He put my hips in a death grip, and slammed his cock deep into my ass. Pain rushed through my hole as his belt buckle hit my bare cheeks. I fought back the scream that had formed in my throat. Tears were forming in my eyes as he pulled his cock out of my ass and rammed it balls deep over and over. I concentrated on keeping my hole open, making it easier for him to punch fuck my hole with his cock. “Take that dick Son” Dad said, “I told you not to tease truckers, always ends up bad” “Fuck me,” the trucker up my hole said “this really you son?” “Yeah and I took his cherry” “oh fucking hot man, fucking hot” I could feel the big cock in me get thicker, it really turned him on knowing he was fucking the son of the man getting fucked at the urinals. HIs moans were now becoming growls. The trucker grabbed me by my hair, pulling me up until I was against him. He moved me out of the stall, still with his cock buried deep in my hole, stretching it open more. We moved together until we were next to my Dad and the man fucking him. Dad was moaning loudly as the cock pumped in and out of his ass. I bent over as the trucker continued to fuck my ass, matching the rhythm of Dad’s fucker. I could feel the belt buckle slam against my ass checks, as his balls smashed against mine, which were pulled up close to my body. My cock jump as he slammed into me over and over. I looked over at Dad, his eyes were closed, his cock was hard and bouncing between this legs. His hands were braced against his thighs, as the guy behind him fucked his hole. I could just see the expression on Dad’s tops face, it was tensed up, teeth clenched. I knew Dad would get a load soon. With a loud grunt he slammed into Dad’s ass and yelled” “take it you perverted fucker, take my load” Dad pushed back against the guy trying to drive his cock deeper into his hole. He quickly pulled out, tucked his cock and balls back in his jeans and left. Leaving the party. Dad stood up and slowly stroked his cock in front of me, watching the cock slide in and out of my hole. “Suck your Daddy, boy. Suck the cock that made you” the trucker said. I opened my mouth and slowly took Dad’s cock in. I licked around the head and shaft as it went deeper into my mouth. The trucker started to increase his speed, almost to the point of jack hammering my hole. I knew that he would not last much longer knowing I was sucking my Dad off. His grip on my hips tightened, squeeing them hard, as he slammed his cock inside me. I could feel his cock jump and pulse as he exploded deep inside me. He bent forward until he was resting on my back, pushing into me more. Letting go of my hips, he grabbed Dad’s hips and pulled him closer to my head, sliding Dad’s dick deep into the throat. “Fuck I needed that boy” the trucker said He pulled out my hole, tucked away his cock and left. Dad pulled out and pulled up his shorts, then looked at me. “Find your shorts boy, lets get to the poz camp” I went the stall, found my short, dressed and met Dad at his truck. Once inside, I stripped them off again. Dad pulled his cock out from the leg of his pants. I put my feet up on the dash and started to play with my hole, sliding a finger in and out as we went down the high way, teasing more truckers along the way. Guess I didn’t learn my lesson.

Dad’s Basement Part Fourteen I woke up with my head pounding and my throat sore. My sheets were wet and my muscles were a little achy. I headed to Dad’s bathroom to see Dad before he got dressed. I knew he would be in the shower, I woke up early enough. I stood in the doorway and watched the water run down his back and ass. He was happily whistling. “Good morning Daddy” I said. He turned and smiled. “Good Morning to you Son. Slept good” “Slept great” I continued to watch him later up his chest and stomach. It was so erotic to see my hot muscled Daddy cleaning his fur. His cock and balls jumped as he moved. The water and soap flowers down his torso and streamed off the head of his cock between his legs. It looked as if he was pissing. “Who’s Dax” I asked just out of the blue. “Dax? How did you know about him?” he replied. “Oh I guess I heard someone in the basement say that name” thinking quickly so he would not know I knew of the conversation with his buds. “When the time is right Son, you will learn all about Dax” he said, “How are you feeling, Son, you look a little green around the gills” “Not so hot Daddy, I ache, throat hurts, get hot flashes and have the worst headache” “You might have the fuck flu Son, but have never known it to his so fast, usually hits in a week or two.” “Fuck flu? Y'all have talked about it but never explained it” Dad shut off the water and began to towel off, making his cock and balls bounce more and more. I was enjoying the show he was giving me even thought he didn’t know it was a show. “Baby boy, the HIV is taking over, the fuck flu is your body’s response to the losing battle. I just don’t know how it happened so fast” “It might be Garrett” “Garrett” “He fucked me one the night after the basement. He came through my window.” “I don’t see how that could speed up your conversion” “Daddy, he told me he was full blown” “A.I.D.S” he said, “Well that little fucker” “Don’t be mad Daddy” “I’m not, just wish he would have shared the new with everyone” “Now take that sexy ass back to bed and stay there, I need to make some arrangements for your care, since I have to be at work all day. Meetings I can’t get out of, but I will call and check in” I did as he said. I was under the covers shivering when he came in. i was disappointed that he was fully dressed and I could not see his fur, his ass, his cock and balls. “I’m leaving the door unlocked, Doc is sending over a nurse to take care of you, Doc is going to come and examine you around lunch time. You do as they as.” he said, “you are not too old to go over my knee” “Yes Daddy” I watched him leave and soon fell back asleep. When I work up later there by my bed sat a male nurse. He was Latino, dark hair and goatee, well defined body under his red scrubs. “Hola, I am Jose. Doc sent me over to look after you” he said, “How are you feeling?” “Thirsty Jose!” I watched him get up, his ass was nice and round and giggled some when we walked. He left my room and returned with a glass of ice water. I could not focus on anything but his crotch. I could see his cock running down his right leg. It looked thick. He helped me sit up and held the glass to my lips for me to drink. It felt good, but hurt like hell going down my raw throat. When I had enough I fell back against my pillow just staring at Jose. “Doc is running behind today, so he won’t be here until about 2” he said I nodded my understanding. He got up and left my room without another word. He returned with a big bowl filled with cool water and a cloth. I slowly pulled back the covers, exposing my naked body, I shivered more. Wetting the towel in the water and wringing it out, he stood next to my bed. He lifted my arm and held it in place. He slowly moved the towel up and down the skin of my arm. I only closed my eye for a second and when I opened them, my hand near his crotch. He moved forward a little and my hand would put pressure against the tube of meat running down his leg. He lowered my arm, rewet the cloth, and moved to the other side of my bed. He repeated the same motions with that arm. Once again there were moments when his dick and my hand would meet. He moved back to the bowl, rewetting the cloth and started wiping my chest. My eyes watched his crotch, his cock would twitch with his movements. It was slowly moving further down his thigh inside his scrub pants. This time when he rewetted the cloth, water splashed and made a big wet spot on the crotch of his pants. He just smiled and moved to wipe my stomach. The fabric stuck to his cock, making it more pronounced. I couldn’t help but stare. He caught me staring more than once. When he went to rewet his cloth, he dropped it in the water and left it there. He turned to me, pulled the knot on this pants and and let them drop. HIs cock swung free of his thigh and hung low, twitching, slowly moving the foreskin back from the head. He stepped out, turned and got the clothe. He started wiping at my legs, His ass was now in my view as well. It was covered with black hair, that grew thicker as it got to his crack. Staring at his cock and ass was having an effect on my cock, it was slowly expanding inching up my stomach. Jose slowly bent over, lifting my cock with his hand and engulfing it in his mouth. I tilted my head back, as his mouth lowered on my cock, taking it deep into his throat. His hand slide between my thighs and spread the open. HIs fingers explored my balls, then dropped lower. HIs uncut meat was growing and was soon visible from between his thighs. “We have to feed the virus amigo” He stood up, pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was defined and had a little bit of black fur between the pecs. Around his belly button was more fur. He climbed on my bed and knelt between my legs, lifting them slowly to his shoulders. He crawled closer, pulled back his foreskin and pushed his cock into my hole. I moaned loudly, as he drove deeper and deeper into my hole, until his black fur covered sac was against my hole. “My injection is just the first today, high count, very potent.” he said, “may inject you twice before the Doc comes” I felt his skin moved against my hole as his cock slide out. He didn't wait to push back in, balls deep. His fingers roamed my chest, gently crossing my nipples, flicking them lightly as he moved his cock in and out. His cock picked up speed pumping in and out of my hole, as he pinched my nipple harder and harder. My cock was leaking with every thrust. I went to grab it to jack as he fucked my hole and pinched my nipples but he pushed my hand away. “No jack, no cock” he said. He pushed against me, lifting my ass off the mattress, folding me in half. My cock hung over my face, dripping pre-cum onto my chin. I could see his brown cock sliding in and out of my hole, It was slick with ass juice. “Pre-cum just as potent” His balls were slapping my ass over and over and he picked up speed. My muscles ached more and more as he pounded me. I was sweating so much that it was running down my back, it was cold which sent more shivers through my body. My head was pounding to the rhythm of his fucking, My mouth and throat was dry. He looked me in my eyes and the spit in my face. It took me by surprise, I licked my lips trying to taste Jose’s spit. I wanted every bit of juice from him I could. He pulled his cock out of my hole, placed his face really close, pushing my ass forward this this hands. He lined up his mouth to my hole, just inches away and spit. I could feel the spit hit my hole, over and over. He spit on my hole at least three times. Quickly he moved, lined up his cock with my spit covered hole and drove it in deep. I moaned loudly. “Ooooh you like that?” Jose asked. He pulled out and drove in deep again, repeating this over and over. Getting punched fucked by his uncut cock was amazing. His balls slapped at my ass and back. I grabbed my legs to hold them forward, keeping my ass in the air. I wanted to stay in this position, but Jose had other ideas. He pulled his cock out of my ass, slapped it hard and moved off the bed. He pushed my legs down then ordered: “Get on your stomach!” I complied. He climbed on my back, using his legs he parted my own, allowing him access to my hole. His cock was so hard that he just pushed and it hit home. Sliding into my waiting hole. He dropped his body weight on me, slid his arm around my neck putting me into a choke hold. I could feel his hips grinding into, pushing his cock deeper and deeper. His hot breathe was on the side of my face. He pulled back his cock by lifting his ass in the air. I would have given anything to be able to see his ass going up and down as he drove his dick into me. His crotch slapped against my ass. With each slapped of my ass and the driving of his dick deep into my hole, his choke hold got a little tighter. His breathe was hot in my ear. I could tell he was going close as his breathe was getting shallow. The up and down movement of his ass moving his cock in and out of my ass was getting faster and faster. His poz load was edging closer and closer to spitting out of this foreskin cover cock. He pushed his dick deep inside of me, pressing his crotch to my ass. “Injecting my poison” he whispered. I couldn’t feel his cum shooting and figured he was oozing his thick cream in. He kept pushing in, even thought his cock couldn’t get any deeper. I think it was to pull the foreskin back exposing his head and piss slit in my ass. “That should help keep you conversion going” Doc said from the doorway, slowly stroking his massive cock, that was sticking out of his open fly, with his balls hanging low in front of his pants. “Good job Jose” Jose pulled out of me, jumped around and kneeled at my head. He lifted his slowly softening cock to my lips, pulling back the foreskin. I instantly stuck my tongue out and licked around his exposed cock head. I slipped my tongue inside his foreskin, digging for any cum that could be hiding there. He pushed his soft cock into my mouth until I was sniffing his crotch hair. “Only gave one injection, Doc” “It’s okay Jose, please head back to the clinic. We can have our patient here come in for a check up and you can inject him again” Doc said. “Si” With that Jose got dressed and left. Leaving naked, soaking wet from sweat, shivering from the cold, aching on my bed with my ass up in the air. “Do I get an injection from you Doc?”

Was able to get the next chapter finished. Thanks, all of you who commented, and as always, please feel free to give me feedback. If you want to see something in here, let me know, and I'll do my best to work it in. And in appreciation of all of you who made it through the ordeal that was part three, I give you part 4. Also, if anyone is fluent in Spanish and notices any mistakes on my translations, let me know so I can fix them. -- PART 4: A WARM WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD Bent over, I waited for the uncut cock attached to the guy behind me to enter my ass. I had to have been a sight to see. A short, blond guy in his mid-20s, short, well-kept hair, swimmer’s build, naked from the waist down bent over a small bench, waiting expectantly for a hot Latino to shove a dripping uncut cock deep up his ass raw. The very thought made my cock drip as I felt the guy trying to get access to my hole. Frustrated, he kept pressing harder and harder against my hole, which refused to give up under his assault. He pulled out the bottle of poppers, opened them up and handed them to me. “Keep breathing those in puta (whore),” he muttered, shoving two fingers up my hole, making me gasp in pain and shock, “You need to take my bicho (dick).” I nodded, immediately sniffing the liquid, its effects hitting immediately as my hole relaxed to the stretching the hot guy behind me was doing. I took a quick look back at him, watching as with a slight nod of his head, he pulled his fingers out. With a quick push, he slammed his cock deep into my guts, making me yell out in both pleasure and pain. Fully sheathed within my ass, he held me for a second, waiting for me to adjust to his cock before he licked up the side of my neck. Satisfied that I was ready for more, he reached under my shirt and pinched my nipples as he bit on my left earlobe. This immediately caused my ass to clamp down on his cock, making him hiss in pleasure. Reaching back down, he grabbed my hips, and whispered into my ear, “Follemos, cochino. (Let's fuck, pig.)” With those words uttered, he started slamming my hole like a jack hammer, causing me to cry out again as he began his assault on my ass. The pain was like nothing I had ever felt. Gritting my teeth, I rode it out, using one arm to prop myself up on the bench, and the other stroking my throbbing cock. Slowly, the intense pain in my ass slowly gave way to pleasure with each passing stroke. I could feel each stroke slamming against my prostate, sending pleasure down into my balls and up through my aching cock. I had never been fucked like this before, but I was loving every minute. Above me, the hot Latino muttered words under his breath in Spanish. I only caught bits and pieces, such as ‘quieres sue me venga (do you want my cum),’ ‘a huevo (fucking sweet),’ and ‘pajarito (faggot).’ Sadly, I didn’t know what any of these meant, but they way he said them told me that had to be dirty and hot. We continued fucking at his fast pace for a long time, my tight hole stretching further and further before a slight squelching sound hit my ears. ‘This guy is turning my ass into a fuck hole’ I thought to myself. The idea made me even harder, causing me to drip even more precum. After the onslaught on my ass, I knew I would be shooting a huge load quickly up his ass. Quickly enough, I noticed his strokes becoming more and more irregular. Sensing he was close, I clamped down on his cock, recalling how much Jackson had liked it. “A huevo, puta! (Fuck yeah, whore)” he yelled out, slamming even harder into my ass, “Me voy a venir! (I'm going to cum)” Even with my limited knowledge of Spanish, I knew it likely meant he was going to come in my hole. I continued the motion with my ass, trying desperately to milk his cock. With one final, hard slam, I felt his cock start to throb as he yell out loud. “Me vengo, cabroń (I'm cumming, fucker)! Me pinche corro en tu nalga (I'm fucking cumming in your ass). Y sin forro, joto! (And without a condom, faggot!),” he yelled out, feeling my ass milk his cock for all it was worth, as he weakly kept slamming my ass before finally stopping. We both stood there in silence for a few minutes, sweat pouring from our faces as our hearts raced. Finally, I felt him pull slowly out of my ass, a hiss escaping both our lips and we both stood up and kissed. Breaking apart, I knelt down, taking his softening cock into my mouth, sucking the remnants of ass and cum off, making him involuntarily push my head off. “Damn, Papi (baby),” he gasped, a grin spreading on his face, “Too sensitive.” With that, he grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back up before taking my hard, hot, and throbbing cock into his hand giving it a few tugs. Leaning in, his kissed my neck, grabbing slightly on the back of my head to pull me closer. “What’s your name, baby?” he asked, giving slight kisses down my neck, his hand slowly moving down to my balls, giving them a slight tug. “Jake. You?” I replied, lust making my voice deepen. “Mateo,” he replied, letting go of my balls and stepping away slowly, his fingers rubbing in his ass before he bent over slowly, holding his cheeks apart to showing me. “Your turn, papí,” he said, looking back at my through his legs, “Fill my nalga (ass) with your hot load.” I let out a loud gulp before reaching beside me to the lube dispenser, coating my bare cock before rubbing the remaining lube onto his hole. Slowly I pressed against his ass, relishing as it quickly swallowed my cock halfway to the hilt, making Mateo groan before me. I stopped suddenly, worried I was moving too fast. “You ok?” I asked, inadvertently pulling out slightly. “Coño (Fuck) man!” he said as suddenly pushed his ass the rest of the way, making me groan in return, “Give me that piece of meat! This puta (whore) needs it bad.” I sat for a minute deep in his hole as I felt it adjust to my sudden intrusion. The wet tight heat wrapped seductively around my hole, slicker that I would have expected. “Fuck,” I muttered, “You’re so wet!” “Yeah man,” he said, reaching down and stroking his slowly re-hardening cock, “Been taking loads all day. Probably six or seven in there.” With those words, I felt my dick throb. Jesus, I thought to myself, shocked yet somehow turned on by those words. Here I was, balls deep in a stranger who had just cum up my ass, and he’s now telling me he has several random loads in his ass. With that though, I smiled and slowly started pumping in and out of Mateo, enjoying the feeling of stranger’s cum sliding around my meat. This continued for a few minutes when I heard the door suddenly open. “Shit!” I said, stopping suddenly as whoever had just entered closed the door. I went to pull out of Mateo when I felt a pair of hands grab my ass, one of the fingers probing into my well-fucked hole before smacking my ass with a loud pop, causing me to jump and nearly cum right there. “Damn,” the voice said, sounding extremely familiar, “didn’t expect you a hot piece of ass like you to take to this place so quickly!” Looking over my shoulder, I instantly recognized the man behind me to be the skinhead attendant from people. “Feels like my boy Mateo here already got the first dibs on breaking in your hole,” he continued, pulling his finger out and sticking it in his mouth, “Fuck! Nice tasting hole too!” I watched as the skinhead made his way in front of me, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his shirt off before standing in front of Mateo. “Fuck ya.. 'Sup Kyle,” the Latino grunted, as I started fucking him again. “Shut the fuck up slut,” Kyle muttered, as he pulled his pants off. I stared in awe as Kyle revealed his cock. Like his face and ears, the 9-inch cut cock before me glistened with multiple piercings. A large PA stuck out of the tip of his cock, with an ampallang bisecting the head. Multiple piercings bisected his urethra before ending further down into another piercing, which I now know as a lorum. He also had several scrotal piercings. I stared down at his glittering groin as I continued to slowly watch in stroke himself a few time, before finally stuffing it into the Latin’s open mouth. I watch as the hot Latin guy below me was stuffed on each end, gagging on the skinhead’s meat while I plugged away at his hole. Suddenly, I found myself getting close to orgasming, when I felt Mateo grab my balls and squeeze them roughly. “Fuck!” I yelped, immediately feeling my building orgasm disappear. I watched as Mateo slowly pulled his mouth off Kyle before he smiled up at him. “I loosened him up for you,” Mateo said, an evil grin on his face. Raising his eyebrows, Kyle turned to me, gripping his pierced cock at me. “Well boy,” drawled out, stroking his meat with the copious amounts of saliva from Mateo’s mouth, “I do think a thank you is in order. I did, after all, let you in here for free. And it appears you let the money run out on your monitor. Very bad form.” Looking over at the monitor, I saw that it had in fact run out of time. Looking back at him, he continued. “Honestly, company policy is that we’re supposed to kick both of you out,” he continued, grabbing the back of my head and pulled my hair, causing my head to arch back, “But you see, Mateo and I go way back. So I’d have to just kick you out.” He pulled his face close to mine as I opened my mouth in a slight wince. He smacked my ass, even harder than before causing my mouth to open further in pain, and without hesitation, shoved his warm wet tongue deep in my mouth. Releasing my mouth, he looked deep into my eyes. “I could look the other way if you let me sample that prime boy pussy of yours. I’d wager it’s never had a nice thick piece of pierced meat inside it. And hell, I’ve been dying to feel my cock inside you the second I saw you walk up to me. So what do you say? Let me drop a nice load in that freshly fucked twat?” I stared at him as he pulled away from my face, staring at me with an evil look in his eyes. My mind raced at the thought of taking a second cock in my hole. The idea made me horny, but I still felt myself hesitate. I stopped fucking Mateo as my brain went through its mental gymnastics. “No?” he asked mockingly, stepping back further. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something long and dark from his pocket. I realized with a start that he had pulled a cigar, sticking it in his mouth before proceeded to pull out a lighter from his other pocket, expertly lighting it. That was what did it for me. Something clicked inside my mind as everything hit me. Being balls deep and completely raw in a hot Latino guy who minutes before had come inside my ass after a hard pounding, and now a hot skinhead smoking a thick cigar talking about sampling my hole. It was taboo. It was risky. It was SO. FUCKING. HOT. Immediately, I started nodding, excitement causing my previously tight ass to pucker. Kyle drew deeply before he pulled the cigar out of his mouth, blowing it directly into my face. “Good choice bitch,” He said, immediately walking behind me smacking my ass several times. I felt him pull my asscheeks apart, lightly rubbing his PA across my hole. I was surprised at how warm the metal felt until I felt him pushing into my newly wrecked hole. With no effort, he worked himself deep inside me, the different piercings adding extra pleasure to my hole. “Fuck,” I blurted out, feeling the metal continually pounding into my swollen, well-fucked prostate, “That feels so good.” “Always aim to please fucker,” Kyle replied, puffing away on the cigar as he continued to rape my ass. The three of us continued to fuck, sweat dripping off each other. Mateo, underneath me, was now fisting his cock in time with my strokes into his ass, muttering in Spanish. Every once in a while, he would tighten his hole, which would cause me to slam him harder. This caused Kyle to nearly pull out of my hole, and in turn take an extra long stroke back into my ass. The room took on a haze as the cigar smoke, the glow of the monitor accentuating it. We continued pounding at the others hole, and before long, I felt Mateo start to tighten even more on my weeping cock. “Hostia!” he cried out, his ass giving my cock one final squeeze. “Me vengo (I'm cumming)! Shit! Si, venga papi, vente en mi culo (Yes, cum baby, cum in my ass)!” “What?” I asked, trying desperately to not lose my composure. “He wants you to cum up his ass fucker,” Kyle barked, taking a drag on the cigar and watching as Mateo began shooting all over the floor, “Give him your load and you can get mine injected right up your cumdump! Give him all you got Pig!” I picked up the pace, feeling my balls start to boil, but I just couldn’t get to the point of no return. Then, an idea hit me. I put one hand in the center of the spent Latino’s back and grabbed the bottle of poppers he had been sniffing, taking several hits in each nostril before setting back down. I waited a few seconds, feeling the warm feeling rush through my body, and then, pausing for a second, I stopped fucking Mateo’s hole and reached behind me, pulling the cigar from Kyle’s mouth. I stuck the nearly spent, spit covered cigar butt into my mouth and start smoking the cigar. FUCK! This is what I needed! I thought to myself and started slamming the hole in front of me. Suddenly, I felt the burning sensation deep in my loins, and with one final stroke, shot deep. “HOLY! FUCKING! SHIT!” I yelled as it felt like all my body fluids shot through my piss hole, my balls draining completely of their cum. Shot after shot flowed out of me, shooting deep into Mateo's hole and mixing further with the other loads in his ass. “Fucking hot,” Kyle cheered, watching as I twitched over and over, my orgasm took over my entire body. With one final twitch, I slumped over slightly over Mateo, letting out a deep breath. “My turn piggy,” Kyle said, and with an extra hard slam, I felt his cock begin twitching in my ass. He picked up the pace, a blur in my hole. Kyle moaned as he slammed my hole, and with one final groan, he slowed to a steady slow slam, sliding deeper than he had gone previously, over and over with each shot. I moaned in time with each thrust, feeling the cum jet deep inside me. After about 20 slams into my hole, he finally stopped moving, pulling the now spent cigar from my mouth and tossing it on the floor, crushing it under his foot. We all stood there for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow of the hot experience that had just transpired. Mateo was the first to move, standing up slightly and pulling my now deflated cock from his ass. Kyle followed suit, and with a soft plop, cum dripping from my wreck hole. My asshole quivered as the air hit my gaping hole as I stood up, a content smile on my face, still panting from the workout. I watched as Mateo reached into his pants, and without warning tossed me his phone. Catching it, I looked down, slightly confused. “Put your number in it dude,” he replied, pulling his clothes back on, “We definitely have to hook up again soon.” Nodding, I put my cell into the phone, adding my name and handed it back to him. With little more than a wave, Mateo left the room, shutting the door behind him. Kyle did the same with his phone, and as we both got dressed he started talking. “So, what do you think?” he asked, picking up the used cigar and throwing it in the trashcan. “Is it always that…” I started to ask, at a loss for words to describe exactly what I felt. “Hot? Dirty? Fucking twisted?” he guessed, pulling his shirt back on, “Not always. Usually, a lot of trolls here looking for a piece of prime boy pussy like yours. Just depends. Fridays and Saturdays are best.” I nodded, making a mental note of everything he was saying as he continued. “Mateo is a regular here, but it's rare to see him top. That boy tends to be a gut busting bottom. Nice to see him giving a load to a hungry hole for once.” “Oh,” I replied, a look of concern on my face thinking back to what he had told me earlier. Seeing my face take on the look of concern, Kyle continued. “Don’t worry. That cumslut works down at the free clinic on Broadway. Also on PrEP, if his profile is to be believed. And I just got tested last week, so no worries from me.” A bit of relief from those words, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “So, got a name stranger?” he asked. “Jake,” checking my pockets to make sure I had everything, starting to feel tired as the adrenaline and hormones finally ran their course. “Nice to meet you, or should I say 'meat your hole',” he replied with a chuckle, “Really from around here, or just visiting?” “No, really am from around here. Just moved in next door,” I replied following him out the hall and towards the stairs up to the main part of the bookstore. “Nice! You should really consider getting a membership then!” he said, climbing the stairs before opening the door and holding it for me, “It’s usually $100, but I’ll talk with the owner and see if he’ll give you a deal.” “Thanks,” I said softly, considering the idea. “Well, I’m off and have finals to study for, dude. See you soon?” he asked, nodding at the new attendant in the booth, who then handed him a backpack. “Sure,” I replied, and with a slight flourish of his hand, he waved goodbye. “I’ll text ya soon!” he called behind him and walked out the door. Feeling my exhaustion ebbing at my mind, I walked out the door as well, making the short walk to my building. Looking down at my watch, I realized that it was already 1 am, and I was suddenly thankful that I had the weekend off. The security guard at the front desk looked up from the computer screen and his phone, starting to get up. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my key, and with a slight nod, he sat back down and turned his attention back to the monitor. — A quick ride up the elevator, I dragged myself across the hall as the elevator opened. With my key still in hand, I tapped the card to the door and listened as the door lock whirred and let me in. The door closed automatically behind me, and I grab the knob, turning it back to locked. Slowly, I trudged into my bedroom and stripped off my clothes before pulling back the covers and climbing into bed. The cool air of the room caused goose bumps to break out across my skin, and I pulled the light sheet on top of me. I reached over and shut off the lights before laying back in the extremely comfortable bed. Lying in bed, I let my mind wander to that night's events. Slowly, I ran my fingers slowly down my torso, grabbing my ever slightly hardening cock, still too spent from the earlier festivities, relishing in the slight stickiness from ass juices and strangers cum mixed with my own now dried all over me. I let out a slight laugh and continued to draw my fingers ever lower before lifting my left leg up slightly and shoving a finger into my sloppy, cum-filled hole. I slowly shoved the finger in, loving the slick feeling as it sank in deeply, followed by a second and then a third. After a few minutes of finger fucking myself, I pulled them out and brought my fingers to my nose. I took a deep sniff of them. Fresh cum and ass. My cock twitched slightly, and an evil thought flashed into my mind. Tentatively, I licked the index finger. The flavor of two loads mixed with my ass tasted amazing. I sucked them clean, thinking about what Matt would say if he saw me doing it. I smiled again, and after a second sighed. “Fuck the British twat… he doesn't get a say anymore,” I muttered before turning over, quickly drifted asleep.

Met up with a traveling top at his hotel room last night. Wife had passed out asleep early so I used the excuse to get gas in the van as a reason to step out knowing she would have no idea how long I was gone. Top was eager to get sucked and all it took was me lubing him up good with my mouth that he mounted me from behind. Fucked good and hard and then announced he was cumming, blasted both inside and outside my hole. Was great. Washed up and got home wife completely unaware a dude had made me his bitch 10 mininutes earlier. It is really hot now that I let all tops in me bare if we meet.

Surprised. I’ve been playing w poz guys and taking lots of loads. Including anon and bathhouses. Was turned on when I thought was converting. Love the risk so can enjoy that too.

Just another wasted youth (Part 2) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “How old are you bitch?” I asked him, while pulling his nipples through his t-shirt. “18” he moaned. “I turned 18 two days ago” “Aaawwww… and now we seem to be your gift” I smiled. The boy smiles back at me. “Keep yourself dizzy bitch” I encouraged to sniff at the poppers bottle as often as he could. “Enjoy your ride to hell” I stated and my buddies and I laughed loudly while we held this twats body up. “Wouldn’t you enjoy to get fucked by everyone in this darkroom?” I whispered. “Imagine all the cocks getting hard, just because of your cute butt” “They sure would enjoy pounding your sweet loyal cunt” my mate grunted. “I don’t know” the youth replied. “You guys got big dicks…. I am horny for big dicks tonight” he replied. “A true bottom should never refuse a hard cock – not on a night like this” I tried to persuade him. “I love my boyfriend… I don’t want to cheat on him” said the twink who just got his ass fucked by totally strangers. “You are not… tonight your boyfriend isn’t here. You miss him so much, that is why you allowed us to plow your ass….” I talked to him soothingly. “It is your boyfriends fault. He should have been here with you at your birthday party. But don’t worry about it, no one needs to know, that you are a greedy little ass cunt.” The guy behind the twink had his hands on the youths shoulders and fucked him high speed. “Yeah…. it is all *grunts* his fault. He should have been here with me, instead of working for his company…..oooooh - I got needs” he moaned. “Yeah and let the guys here fulfill your needs just for tonight. Tomorrow your boyfriend will get to love you anyway and you love him, but tonight we are here to please your cunt” “Doesn’t it feel good to have a big cock up your ass, jamming your tight entrance…. give us the chance to make you feel good. Let’s make you the star of this night… let all the guys here fuck your ass…. just so, because you can do it…. and you do it so good baby.” I whispered those words into his ear. “Don’t reject anyone… see every cock as a present for you to set a new world record in getting charged up in one night – don’t be a fool to let this chance pass you by….” I continued to talk him into. “You don’t even have to look at the guys. Just stay here, look at the wall and imagine your ass a deposit for cum. Take another whiff….. Yeah….. imagine you are just a hole to us. Help us to get off…. into your sweet little body.” “Oooooh fuck…. your cock feels so good…..and maybe I should let you all fuck my pussy – but only tonight” the lad agreed. “Yeah – only for tonight slut” I answered satisfied. “And only with condoms….” he insisted. This was ridiculous. There he was – a totally drunk teen and buzzed up with poppers and still he had the audacity to demand safe fucks? I sighed deeply and looked at our third mate, who would have been the next to fuck this toad. “Sorry man… then you can’t fuck him with your 12 incher” I winked at him. “Man…. what the fuck….?” he complained. “You know his dick is so huge and thick… he has really problems finding condoms which would fit him.” I explained to our target. He peered at the next cock and seemed to be mesmerized. “Ooooooh *sighs* your cock is fucking beautiful. I have never seen a real dick being so thick and long” he moaned. “And do you see how much he looked forward to demolish your hole? Look at the streams of precum, dripping to the floor already.” I brought his attention to my pals Gono infection. But he was so swept away, that he really didn’t draw the conclusion or maybe it was simply too dark. He asked instead if he could lick his ‘precum’ away. “Of course” my friend said and while still getting fucked up the ass, the lad bent a little to the side and started sucking his fag beater. After only two minutes he got up again and asked my mate ‘Are you okay?’ “I feel great….” my pal replied. “No I mean, are you healthy……?” he mumbled under the influence of the alcohol. “Yeah faggot. Don’t worry I am clean” he lied stealthily. In the meanwhile the second fucker reached his orgasm and ejaculated the second high POZ load flooded the boys’ sewer. “Okay…. then fuck my ass raw.” he whispered. “What?” my mate answered as he was hard of hearing. “FUCK ME RAW” the twink shouted. “Gentlemen…..this twink just turned 18 two days ago and he is willing to accept the gift…. Please…..make sure you make room to those who are willing to share…..” I exclaimed. “You want to get charged up, right?” I asked him loudly. “Yeah man, charge me up with your dicks” he moaned. “I didn’t hear you?” I teased him. “OH FUCK….. GIVE ME YOUR COCKS….. *moans* CHARGE ME UP PLEASE!” he almost cried out. In no time we had a nice crowd of guys gathering around to take part at this spectacle. While our last friend started penetrating the boys’ hole, the twink moaned in pleasure and pain. 12 inch of hard cock meat worked his way up the lads’ ass cunt. “Ooooooh yeah…. this is it….. fuck me…. FUCK….. batter me with your huge dick” he begged. “Don’t worry pups…. I will fuck you hard and give you all I got…..” he snickered.

A picture from the sling playroom to see what guys were interested in coming over to "play" that Paulo put online. My hole was so ready for cock!

PART 3 Joel was shaken . . . and he was amazed. The shorter man had made no sounds of protest. He had swallowed that load of cum and then had allowed another man to unleash his own cum load into his ass. Joel's head was spinning. Never had he ever imagined such things happening. Now, he had witnessed it with his own eyes. Joel looked down at his towel and found it being stretched tight from the pressure being applied by his own dick. Joel left the steam room and hesitantly walked back toward his room. At the top of the steps to the basement, he heard a voice and turned toward it. Standing in front of him was a black man. He was about 6 feet tall, weighed about 160 pounds, had a nicely muscled body, a shaved head, full beard and moustache, and had his left nipple pierced with a big bar sticking through it. Joel shook his head hesitantly. "Are you okay, dude," the man asked again. "You look a bit shaken up. Do you need help back to your room? Are you diabetic?" The man quietly kept asking him questions seemingly concerned. Joel shook his head and said, "No, I'm fine. Thank you. I . . . I . . . I just witnessed a man give a blow job to one man and then get fucked by another in the steam room. Neither of the men used a condom. I'm not used to seeing such." Joel walked on to his room and let himself in. He sat on the bed rehashing what he had just witnessed. All he had wanted to do was to enjoy the steam not watch a porn show. One thing puzzled Joel though: He had seen his own dick react to the two scenes. Even now his dick was hard just thinking about it. What was happening? Was this normal? He had always thought in his mind how repulsive the thought of sex between men was. But, now that he had seen it somewhat up close he didn't know. There was a knock at his door that brought Joel to his senses. Who could that be? He didn't know anyone. He opened it and saw the black man who had offered help. "Yes?" Joel asked. "Man, you were shaken back there," the quiet bass voice cooed. "I thought you were going back down the steps head first from the way you were swaying. You need at least to drink some water for me dude. Coming out of the steam room, you need to replenish and hydrate yourself. Come on now. I'm not taking no for an answer." His calming voice eased Joel's mind as the man twisted open the bottle of water and held it out to him. "Come on now; drink it all down." Joel nodded and took the bottle. He tilted the bottle upward and began swallowing the contents. It tasted stale and stopped. Joel frowned looking at his waterman. But, he tipped the bottle once more and finished it off. "It tastes a little odd," Joel said. "but, I do thank you." "Yeah, it's a cheap brand they sell here," the black man said quietly and smiled.

Sometimes, I only know the top has cum because he stops and pulls out. Often, but not always, I can feel the change in friction when my ass is suddenly slick with cum. Every once in a while if he stops and holds still I can feel his cock pulsing as it shoots. The most memorable time was getting fucked in the maze at Midtowne Spa in Dallas. It was almost completely dark in there that day, so dark I could just barely see the outline of the walls and the men. A guy I never really saw pushed me up against the wall at the back of a dead end path and slid inside me. I was facing a dark wall, so I could not see anything. The music was loud, so I could hardly hear anything else. The only sensations I had were of his big cock thrusting into me over and over, and his strong hands gripping my hips. When he came I could feel every throb, and I even thought I felt the load splashing into me. I am not sure it's possible to feel that, but I did.

Yeah... feeling the actual cum shots is a pretty rare thing... not many guys past the age of 22 shoot that hard really. To me, the central attraction of bottoming is being penetrated by another man. What led me to bareback bottoming is the special connection you get when a man actually deposits his sperm inside you. Being bred has some sort of deep psychological effect that I can't define. But it's powerful enough that once I started taking loads, there was no turning back.

I used to be like you. I tried everything I could think of not to be gay. But I started sucking cock at 18 and getting fucked soon after. Same background. There is a 12 step program called Sex Addicts Anonymous and if you think it will help you, I say go for it. Or....you could realize that there is nothing wrong with you or your desires. The beautiful thing about it is that we are specifically made this way because there are men who were specifically made to fuck another man. They need us like we need them. Sure society has taught us it is wrong, immoral or whatever, but that is just ignornance. To offer your well prepped hole up to another man to breed takes a certain amount of enlightenment. And a great deal of self acceptance. Realizing we are part of the natural order of things helps us get there, and frees us from that guilt you feel after each binge, much like a drug addict. I am also at this point a middle aged professional. But I know that I am a bottom and that I am at my highest and best the second before a man lets his nut go inside me. Not to belittle myself in any way, or to denegrate any of my other traits and abilities, but at that moment is when I feel the most spiritual. Totally connected to the Universe. The only time close to that for me is when I am creating art. Sometimes that can be the same. Sometimes. Now, the disease issue is completely separate. When we take anonymous raw cocks, we take a risk. Fortunately now there is Prep (Truvada). If I were you I'd do that immediately. At least then you won't have to worry about HIV. There are other infections that are just part of the risk, but they are curable and/or treatable. You have to decide how much risk is comfortable for you. You can take raw cock without being a bath house whore (which by the way is a great thing to be from time to time-no judgement intended). You can develop a "stable" of regulars who will be happy to have an outlet for their own needs. That is what I do mostly. I do binge when I travel and I do that every 2-3 months, but now I am finding I am curbing my over indulgence out of respect and concern for those regulars. I do not want to pass anything on to them that I pick up during a binge. So far I have not. But as for the risk, you have to keep it in perspective. You risk being killed every time you drive your car. Does that fact keep you from driving? Planes crash on occasion. Does that keep you from flying? Let the tops you know be aware that you are there for them. And savor it when you earn their validation in the form of their seed inside you.

Too piggy is an individual thing I believe. What someone thinks is extreme or too extreme may seem calm to someone else. I think everyone needs to set their limits and then maybe push them a little until they decide they cannot do more. Beyond your personal limit is too piggy.

First his mouth stopped licking about my quickly loosening sphincter and then his fingers pulled out of my hole and I felt incredibly empty. I looked back at him to see what was happening and my heart soared when I saw him kneeling behind me getting his cocked lined up with my hole. Henry hocked a big glob of spit onto his pole and began to rub his cock head around my loosened hole. All thought of the condom’s I had tucked into my towel were gone, despite the fact that they now lay with my towel on the floor, I wanted his cock and I wanted it as soon as possible. I began to rock back against him again, trying to get his thick cock head to slip inside of me as he rubbed it up and down my crack teasing my hole. After a moment I was successful and I felt his cock head first catch slightly on my hole and then begin to push inside. His cock was still significantly larger then his three fingers and as Henry pressed it harder and harder onto my hole I began to panic that I wasn’t going to be able to take his spit-lubed cock. Then just as I was about to say something my hole gave and his thick mushroom head and the first few inches of his cock sank into my ass. I almost screamed, but Henry wrapped his arms around me and held me close and he slowly slid the rest of his cock inside of me. It seemed to take forever but eventually I felt Henry’s balls bounce lightly against mine and his thick, dense pubes tickle my ass cheeks. I had thought that I had felt heat in my hole before with just his tongue but now I felt fire, a fire of lust. Despite the slight pain and uncomfortable stretching that was happening to my guts I never wanted Henry to take his cock out of me again, that was until he started to deep fuck me. He very slowly withdrew his dick till only just the head remained inside of me and then equally as slowly he would sink back in to the hilt. As I adjusted to the new sensations of being fucked and my ass blossomed around his cock, my ass lips clinging to his shaft each time as he withdrew, Henry began to pick up the pace. I moaned loudly as he began to fuck me in earnest, each time he slammed his cock in me causing me to whimper like a whore. Once more Henry hugged me close to him as he slick his dick in and out of my hole, but this time he pulled me upright as well and then suddenly flipped us both so that he was laying on his back and I was sitting stride him with his cock still firmly stuffed up my ass. I was now facing the open door as I desperately bounced myself up and down on Henry’s cock. I felt his hands on my hips guiding my frantic rocking and I closed my eyes giving into the sensations completely. Not thirty minutes ago the most I had ever done was kiss a guy and now I was riding a massive daddy cock, raw, in a bathhouse and loving every single second of it. “Turn and face me,” Henry instructed, and I impaled myself to the hilt on his cock and spun around like his dick was a carousel pivot point. Henry bucked his cock up into me and pulled me down for a kiss. Sweat dripped off of both of us and Henry had begun to emit a pungent musk that made my head swim. He just smelled so manly in that moment. Like a hunky hairy construction worker who had been working in the sun all day, it was a smell that only a true man could make and it made my 18 year old brain spin. “I’m going to cum soon boy.” “Don’t stop,” I practically screamed. “Do you want me to pull out?” Take his cock out of my ass? Never, I needed that cock to stay inside me, “Don’t stop fucking me!” “Ok boy,” and Henry started to buck harder, and then with a quick shift of his weight he flipped us again so that I was on my back with my legs wrapped around his torso and him still pounding away at me. The sweat dripped from his face and chest landing on me. There was no pain now, only joy, my hole had opened completely and was now taking cock like a bottom boy’s hole should. “I know you were gonna have a sweet hole when I saw you walking around but damn it’s all the better for being a cherry hole too. And now I’m gonna blow my load deep inside of you. You read for that boy? You read for my load?” “Yes, cum inside of me. Fuck your load into me.” “Here’s the first load of your life boy,” and with that Henry slammed in balls deep and kept his cock pressed into my hole as far as he could while his dick twitched and shot a huge load of cum inside my hole. I felt shot after shot of hot liquid flying into my hole and I was filled with an entirely new sort of warmth by it. That was too much for me, and despite not touching my cock at all sense Henry had began playing with my ass I shot the biggest load of my life all over both or our chests where it mixed with our sweat. After a long while Henry’s cock began to soften and he let his dick slip from my loose and now gaping hole. “How was that kid?” “Amazing. I’ve never cum like that before.” He kissed me and my cock began to get stiff between us again. “Damn boy, I would have thought that after getting fucked for the first time you would have been done in.” “Actually I’m hornier then I was when I got here.” “Well shit boy. You wanna try getting fucked by some other guys?” I hesitated for a moment pondering his offer, but the feeling of Henry’s cum leaking out of my gaping hole made my mind up for me. “Yes.” “Well then let’s go find something to challenge that talented hole of yours.”

I have to tell you about my experience last night. After spending a really nice NYE with friends, I decided to go back to the bath house and see what New Year's would be like there. The whole way there, I was thinking about my last visit, which was my first bareback fuck, and I wondered if this experience would be like the last, or would I completely strike out and end up just going home. The last time I was there I was also really drunk and while this visit I was feeling really good, I was far from as drunk as I was the time before. I arrived there late (or early, however you want to look at it) at about 5 A.M. this morning. From the outside the place looked packed and I hoped I would be able to get a room. Once inside I find out I was able to get a room and after paying, I went in search of my room - and whatever else there is. Rock-hard all the way through the building, I found my room, locked the door, and sat on the bed. I could hear the guys in the room next to me fucking. It sounded like the bottom was getting fucked really well, and naturally that only made me harder. Taking a deep breath, I undressed, and after a hit of poppers, I unlocked the door. This trip I decided to stay in my room and let the guys come to me. So, laying on my stomach, my face towards the door, I kept watch on the guys parading up and down the hall way. The poppers were starting to work and I was hornier by the minute as I waited to see if someone would come in. A guy walked past my open door. He did not stop but kept walking, then he was back and rubbed the front of his towel, walked-in, closing the door behind himself. Saying "Hi", he stood in front of me and took-off his towel, revealing a thick, cut cock. I looked up into his eyes and he grabbed the top of my head, pulling my month onto his cock. Instantly I could taste his precum (which was utterly delicious) and wondered if I was the first guy or tenth guy with whom he had played that night. His cock tasted extremely good and I sucked him as he moaned, more precum leaking from his cock. He started to reach around and play with my ass. I loved it when he started to gently finger my hole and all I could do to acknowledge my interest in his attention was to moan, his cock still in my month. After sucking for awhile he pulled away and climbed onto the bed. Then he did something that I was not expecting: leaning over, he spread my cheeks and started to rim me. I moaned like crazy. It felt unbelievably good. All to soon he stopped and I could feel his cock riding along my crack, his cock head aiming at my hole. We never talked about a condom and at that moment all I could think about was having that thick cock slide into me. I raised my ass to meet him; his cock head slid into my waiting hole and without further ado he was all the way into my ass. I took another hit of the poppers and readied myself to be fucked. He started to talk to me saying "You have a really nice tight ass" and "I'm gonna pound your ass" as well as saying other remarks that I can't recall at this point. All I could do was to moan, his cock deep in my ass. He lay on top of me and started to talk in my ear asking "Where do you want this load?" to which I replied "Pull-out and cum all over my ass." He replied "No, I think you want me to breed your ass." Now, in truth, I wanted that and didn't want that - at the same time, but the later won out and I told him to pull out. He repeated his question, and again I said "Pull-out." I could tell from his heavy breathing that he was close. He started to fuck me faster and harder and saying "You ready? 'Cause here it cums!" And at moment I felt the head of his cock enlarge as he shot his load into my ass! With that I came, my ass muscles trapping his cock and milking the rest of his cum deep into my ass. After a few minutes he pulled-out and quietly left my room.

(This came from the post where someone asked what the "Stages of Members" meant. I thought it would be fun to make a series out of the titles, which are: Virgin, Curious, Barebacker, Sex Addict, Slut, and Whore. Here's the third part. For Virgin, click: http://breeding.zone/threads/...-Status-Virgin and for the second par, Curious, click: http://breeding.zone/threads/12263-Member-Status-Curious ). BAREBACKER It was almost April, and it was looking like I was going to be the damned fool. On New Year’s Eve, I’d made a bet with my buddy Warren. There’d been this cute young fella – Corey – at the bar, and a few beers in to the night, we’d wagered over him. Somewhere between boasting and beering and feeling horny, the challenge had been declared: I not only had to get into Corey’s ass and bury my spunk deep in his guts, I had to have him taking it from my buds as well, like a cheap ass whore. The prize, if I won, was Warren’s twenty-something piece of ass boyfriend Chris, who – truth be told – I’d wanted to plow since I’d seen my lucky-as-shit friend with him the first time. But if I lost, I’d be letting this prissy queen Earl blow me. It had taken some finesse to hook up with Corey at all. For one, he’d been a bit shy – though we’d shared a kiss at New Year’s – and for two, he’d been a virgin. Yeah, that part? That part I’d accomplished. See, I’d made up a couple of profiles on a site we both used, and posed as a kid more his age, chatted with him through his online profile of RunningMan92 via this fake profile, and convinced him to go on a Valentine’s Day Date half through interactions with my false persona of FitCountryLad, and half through my own awareness that he thought I was hot – something he’d admitted to FitCountryLad. Valentine’s Day had gone from coffee, to a diner, to my couch, and then my bedroom. I’d managed to eat his tight little runner’s boy butt – and he’d come from the combination of my tongue and beard on his virginal little pucker. He was a total butt-boy, and I’d figured that it was going to be smooth sailing from there on in. By the morning, he’d blown me and I’d managed to get my finger into his tight hole in the shower, and he’d jerked off while I fingered him and gave his nipple a good rub. His ass seemed directly connected to his dick – and I was sure I’d be breeding him by that weekend. That weekend, Corey had shown up with a willing attitude and a backpack with a change of clothes. I’d put on some porn after dinner, and we’d made out watching it – I’d had to struggle to find some tamer shit to show him, rather than my usual fare – and we’d moved on to my bedroom mostly at his urging, which was fine by me. Naked, he was a thing of beauty – which was good, since from a conversational point of view he was pretty dim – all lean legs and smooth skin and a mop of dirty blond hair that just begged to be clenched in a fist. It was difficult to hold back, but I didn’t want to spook him. He loved my hair chest, my thick arms, and – unsurprisingly – my dick. Corey went down on me eagerly this time, and with a bit more skill. He ran one hand up my hairy chest – I knew he loved how hairy I was – and used his other hand up and down my dickshaft like I’d taught him earlier in the week. It was nothing exotic – just a blow-job – but this that was enough. I had a virgin boy sucking my cock, and I aimed to make that qualifier vanish before the weekend was done. After he’d slurped a while, we rolled around a bit, and I got his legs up in the air to bury my face between those tight little runner buttcheeks. I gave him a stern look. “No cumming this time, you got it?” He blushed, and nodded, and I started to eat the boy’s ass like only a daddy can. He groaned and moaned while I munched, licked, slurped and drilled with my tongue. Whenever he seemed to be getting too excited, I’d slow down, and tease him with my finger for a bit. Soon my beard was wet with spit, and my finger was having no trouble. He’d braced his arms at the small of his back, and was half-rolled onto his shoulders. It was everything I had in me not to just lift up, cover his mouth with my hand, and ram my dick up his hole and burst his cherry right there and then. Imagining taking him like that made me rock hard, and I went back to work on his pucker. A second finger joined the first, and then I knew I was in business. When I got the lube, he tensed again, and I had to slow down a bit, rub him with my beard, tease him some more. Fuck I wished it had turned out Corey was already half a slut, and knew he liked dick. I’d have been calling my buds to line up there and then, and then bragging to Warren that it was time for him to turn his boy around for me. Instead, I had to tease and tease and tease this boy’s ass until it stopped clenching on my finger again, and when I finally had him relaxed, lubed, and ready to go, I lifted myself up against him, grabbed his calves in hand, and... “There’s a condom in my backpack,” he said. He bit his bottom lip, looking up at me, and I swallowed my swear, and kept my voice even and amused. “You’re a virgin,” I said. “I’m not afraid of catching something.” He blushed scarlet, even with his hard dick and twitching ass. “I know,” he said. “But we should be... y’know...” Fuck. What else could I do? I put the wretched thing on before he changed his mind about everything, and then allowed myself to imagine fucking him from behind while I yanked on that pretty dirty blond hair of his. That got me hard enough to suffer through the condom, and when I slowly – oh so fucking slowly – inched into him, pausing as he hissed and winced and asked me to wait what seemed like every two seconds – I told myself it was just another hurdle to surpass. Once I was inside him, buried to my pubes, I could feel him breathing rapidly underneath me. His eyes were clenched shut, and he was biting his bottom lip. I rocked gently, barely building up a pace, and took my time, even though I wanted to slamfuck the little guy in half. I needed him to enjoy this, and lucky for me, that ass-to-dick connection of his came through. While I slowly fucked his hole, his dick hardened, and before long, he was hesitantly pushing back against me. I didn’t get to fuck him for long before he was wincing too much and I knew I needed to pull out, but putting my bearded mouth on his hole had the same effect as before, and I got my tongue good and deep, and was twisting my fingers inside his boybutt when he blew his load all over his stomach. “Holy crap,” he said, gasping for breath after. He smiled at me, and I leaned forward and ruffled his hair, then tore off the stupid condom and jerked off over his slim chest. It didn’t take him long to learn to accommodate my dick. Between his young hormones and my ever-hard cock, it wasn’t more than two weeks before I could fuck him and get off doing it – but he insisted on bringing his condoms, and although I joked about it, he just shrugged and put them on me. He seemed to consider it foreplay, and enjoyed dragging out the process of rolling it on me once I got hard. I was driving me up a wall. I had him how I wanted him – horny, aware that his ass was made for taking cock, and dropping by most nights his classes permitted to watch porn (which devolved pretty quickly into fucking) – but that one stupid thing was holding me back from moving further along in my bet with Warren. I’d slowly shifted some barebacking porn in with the regular stuff, and it was obvious he found it hot, but... nothing. So there was April, and there was me. A quarter of the way through the year already, and not a whole lot closer to my goal. Warren was mocking me mercilessly, and I was taking it as good naturedly as I could, blustering and boasting, but I was starting to worry I was gonna end up with Earl sucking my dick, instead of fucking Warren’s boy toy. “You want to come to the cabin for your birthday?” Warren asked me, after we’d shot the shit a while at the bar. “No,” I said. I wanted to keep working on Corey. It had hit me then, and I’d grinned at him. “You’re a genius.” “What?” he’d asked, but I’d just gotten up and left. Some time on the computer later, I had a plan. My birthday party was just me, Corey, and an expensive restaurant, followed by a pretty swanky hotel. He was over-the-moon to celebrate with me, and I’m not sure he noticed that each of the five courses of the meal had come with a different wine to match. He didn’t normally drink more than a beer or two at most – he was a lightweight – but on my birthday, he wasn’t about to argue. I even got him to share some scotch with me after the meal. By the time we’d had dessert, and headed up to the lavish hotel room, he was more than tipsy, and I was more than horny. We got each other naked with rough hands, and then I climbed onto the bed, spread my legs wide, my hard dick up in the air, and leered at my naked boy. “It’s my birthday,” I said. “Come blow this out while I make a wish.” He laughed, and crawled onto the bed and planted his lips on my dick. I took his head in both hands, and he was soon bobbing happily up and down my shaft, with much greater ease than normal. After a while of that, I pulled him off my cock, and kissed him hard, tugging him up against me, and gripping his ass with both hands. “Did you make a wish?” he asked. Perfect. “I did,” I nodded, and reached to the small bedside table, grabbing the lube from where I’d left it. I slicked up my fingers, and started alternating my index fingers from both hands up his hole. He groaned while I fingered him. After a while, I stopped, picked up the lube and pressed it into his hand. He grinned. I said, “I want you to pour this on my dick, and I want to lie back on my birthday and watch you fuck yourself on my cock.” He shivered, and nodded, grinning. “Okay, daddy!” I rumbled low in my chest when he said that – it turned my crank to hear him call me that. I saw him glance around, a little bemused, and realised what he was looking for. “Come on, boy,” I said, and tugged him toward me. He rubbed up against my lap, his dick hard against mine. “I want to come inside you. It’s my birthday wish!” His eyes widened. My fingers went back to work. He moaned, bit his lip, shook his head once or twice... ...and then started working the lube along my dick. His hands shook a little, but my fingers kept him going – he was all but purring when he finally crouched over my dick, and I aimed my cockhead at his pucker while he lowered himself down onto my shaft. “Oh my God,” he gasped as I slid into him. I grunted. This was how a boy was supposed to ride a cock – skin to skin – his ass, hot from my fingering, was swallowing my meat with little spasms as he lowered himself. He arched his back as he sank, his hands moving behind him, and I watched his dick harden again as I filled him up. When I was finally balls deep, I took his waist in both hands, and gripped him. “Fuck yourself on me, boy,” I growled. He shivered once, then obliged. I liked this obedient version of Corey, and was pretty sure that a little drink had revealed more about him than he’d probably wanted me to know. I tugged him with short jerks as he raised and lowered himself on my dick, and soon we were fucking in earnest, his slim body bouncing on my lap while I pulled and twisted him on my dick. His mouth opened, and his eyes were shut tight. “God! God! God!” he kept saying. I felt my dick throbbing inside him. “Tell me you want it, boy,” I said. He groaned, low. I gripped him tighter, and pulled him hard onto my dick. “Tell me you want it!” “I want... I want... I want it!” he gasped. “That’s right, boy,” I said. “Make! You! Mine!” Each word was another thrust, and with the last, I unloaded deep into Corey’s ass, feeling a colossal load of spunk erupt in him. He cried out, and his hand flew to his dick, jerking himself off furiously until he sprayed across my chest and stomach before he fell back. I pulled him back up, and kept my dick buried in his hole while I crushed him against my sweaty and cum-sprayed chest. I filled his mouth with my tongue, and gripped him so tight he could barely breathe. I slid my hand up his back, gripped his hair, and gave it a yank, exposing his throat as he gasped. “Mine,” I growled. “You’re mine.”