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  1. (This is my first time posting a personal story in this forum, so I apology in advance for any spelling or mistake since my native language is not english ) I've never really posted anything here before because even though I fantasize a lot about gay bareback, I never had the courage to actually engage in sex without wearing a condom. I just limit myself to jerk off watching breeding videos or reading your fantasy posts (thanks men, your stories are so hot). But some weeks ago I watched a TIM video that changed something on me: There was this big muscular guy totally unconscious being bred by some random guy. Nothing special so far, but in this particular scene, the bottom took some sleeping pills beforehand. He was at the mercy of his top, defenseless, unconscious. The cameraman never recorded the top face so the bottom could never know who used his ass. The moment I saw the video I knew I need to do that. What a fantasy... One of my best friends is a doc, so I asked him for some strong sleeping pills. Until that point, my only real experiences with guys had been mutual masturbation and some oral sex after a party, so I was really anxious about what could happen with my experiment. I don't elaborate these escenarios that much, but in reality I'm kind of a shy man. My friend gave me the pills which he said were the same drugs he uses at the hospital to sleep patients before anesthesia makes effect. The next day, I had a really long lunch break. I used that time to go home and settle things up: I douched my ass and got ready to arrange the meeting. I downloaded grindr (again) and tried to find someone... But just having the pills in my pocket made my heart rush so badly that I had to dress myself up again and finally decided to return to work. In the night, having come back home after a terrible day in my work I opened grindr again. I talked to this mid 30s man who had an "eggplant" emoji by his name. The picture only showed his torso, but he looked really hot (the kind of guys I like, middle east looking, brown skin, muscle pecs, big arms, thick beards and a full grown chest hair) I didn't asked him for face pictures, but I told him the pills thing and the typical "I am kind of shy to the idea of fucking with other guys". I waited for him in my house with the sleeping pills already on my system. The only petition I had was for him to record all the action and send me he video afterwards. I finally took the pills. My heart started to rush a lot. Anxiety again. To be honest I had some second thoughts, I even thought about locking the door of my place... But in the end, I decided to free my decires and fulfill my fantasy. In order to feel more calmed I put some condoms and lub next to my bed. I left the door opened, and before I could notice I started to feel the effects, dizziness, difficulty opening my eyes... I went to bed and man! those pills were no joke, they were as strong as they could be. I wasn't even able to untie my necktie. I fell asleep so deeply. Just remembering it gives me a hard-on. If you liked how I put in practice my fantasy –and want to know what happened the next day– please let me know. It's nice to share with each other what turn us on, and how our sexualities have developed through our lives. I planned to write how things happened in only one post, but it's getting long.
    11 points
  2. Part 36   Hank could see I was almost drooling and said, "you can't seem to keep your eyes off of my cock can you? You want it and want to become my nice cumdump? You crave me pounding away and filling your ass with my toxic cum, don't you?" I could only stare and nod my head yes. I wanted, no, I needed that cock in my hole. I needed to feel it unload his hot cum deep inside me, throbbing against my prostate. I could not even sit still. I was wriggling my ass around on my chair as my hole had an insatiable need to be used and abused, hard and deep. Hank spread his legs and I just slid off of my seat and dropped between his legs. In one gulp, I swallowed his cock in my mouth as his hands grabbed my head and shoved me down and the entire length of his cock entered my mouth and deep into my throat. I was lost in bliss as I twisted my head around and around, driving his cock as deep into my throat as I could. I wanted to devour it. My whole being was in need of it now. I wanted it in both ends of me as soon as possible. I sucked his cock with a suction born of desperation. I wanted to taste every inch of it. I wanted my throat raw from the penetration of him deep in me. My head was bobbing up and down on him as hard as I could do it. Driving his cock into my throat so hard and deep it felt like it was reaching my stomach. I was in a delirium of lust. Hank's hands were on both sides of my head guiding me and he was moaning in ecstacy from the BJ I was giving him. He was almost yelling, "OMG, that feels so good! Suck me, pull that cum out of me! Shit, that is amazing!" Then, before I realized what he was doing, he pulled his cock from my mouth. I groaned in disappointment. He pushed me back a little, stood up, grabbed me and almost threw me up onto the table. I was on my back with my ass at the edge and his head came down and his tongue was entering my hole. I almost screamed. He licked and probed my hole, but only for a couple of minutes. Then, he raised up and rammed his cock in me all the way till his balls hit my ass in one amazing thrust. Without stopping, he pulled back till just the head of his cock was still in me and then back in hard. Faster and faster, pounding my hole without mercy. I had ahold of the edges of the table with my hands and was shoving my ass back on his cock with every inward push of his. We fucked almost like wild animals. There was no way it was going to last long at this pace. Then we were both moaning and cumming at the same time as he drove his huge cock to the hilt in me and pulsed cum deep inside me as my own cock spewed between us, coating us both with my cream.
    6 points
  3. Part 2: Jared and the Jock “What do you mean I need to pay to go in?” Jared complained. “I’m just looking for a friend.” “Uh huh.” The man at the sauna entrance rolled his eyes. “Everyone is just looking for a friend in there.” Jared’s face turned red. “That’s not what I meant! I’m just looking for MY friend. He came in earlier and isn’t answering my calls.” “You think that, maybe, he’s just busy having a good time?” The clerk smirked. “Maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered?” The thought had occurred to Jared... he wasn’t stupid. He, of course, preferred his own interpretation. He would go in, save Ryan, who would be so grateful that he would (of course) FINALLY agree to be boyfriends. “Please. I just want to make sure he’s ok.” “Sorry, mate. Either you pay, or you stand aside to let the guys waiting behind you to go in.” “Ease up, Dave.” A voice said behind Jared. “I’ll cover him.” Jared turned around. And up… the man behind him was tall, about 6 foot 2 and about 22 years old he guessed. Jared tried not to stare: at the man’s almost almond shaped brown eyes, dark hair, full lips… or his oh SO very tight and fit body. It was all Jared could do to not reach out and feel the red shirt which was caressed the stranger’s chest. Or glance down at what the blue jeans were hiding. “Oh. Um.” Jared stuttered. “Th-thank you so much.” “No worries, mate.” The man smiled (sending Jared's heartbeat racing) as he paid for both their admissions. “I’m Hal.” “I’m Jared.” “Let’s go inside and see if we can find your friend.” Hal put a hand on Jared’s lower back and steered him. Jared blushed. He needed to stay focused on Ryan he told himself... but the hand felt soooo good there. So natural. Firm but gentle. He didn't object. The twink did not notice the wicked grin that Hal shared with the clerk. “You have to be careful in places like this.” Hal said. “The vultures in here will be all over a beautiful guy like you. But don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Jared just nodded. He felt so lucky to have stumbled on such a nice guy. And he had to admit, he loved the jealous looks other guys were throwing his way. Hal insisted they change into the towels the clerk had given them. “It will be easier if we just blend in.” He assured Jared. If Hal had been sexy fully dressed, Jared almost passed out seeing him get naked and wrap the towel around him. He even caught a glimpse of Hal’s cock. Hal’s very big cock. Jared's own cock, decent size if nothing special he knew, started to swell in response. He tried to cover it. If Hal had noticed, however, he was polite enough not to say anything. A man who looked like Hal was probably used to that reaction Jared told himself. "The club is kind of a big circle." Hal said as he they walked. He whispered in Jared's ear as they walked, pointing out the different areas. Jared could barely focus on the words. There was no sign of Ryan. “Maybe he’s, you know, in one of the booths right now?” Hal suggested. “Let’s sit down and wait a few minutes then we can go around again.” Jared just nodded. He wanted to find Ryan, of course he did, but he definitely didn’t mind all this attention he was getting from Hal. The tall man led him to a little room with a series of benches. Porn was playing on a TV screen. Jared blushed and tried not to look. But his eyes kept betraying him. He had watched porn before, alone in his room, always praying for forgiveness after. It was different seeing it here with other people around. Both more embarrassing and more exciting. “Tell me about your friend.” Hal asked. “How do you know each other.” “We’ve known each other for years. From both school and church. We're both Mormons -- the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Well. I am. Ryan doesn't think of himself as a member anymore." “You sound like you really care for him.” “I do. I always have.” Jared said with a sigh. “I mean, I know he doesn’t see me that way. As anything more than a friend. But I keep hoping.” Hal put his arm around Jared’s shoulder and pulled him close. Jared allowed himself to rest against the muscular chest. He was sad when thinking about Ryan but his cock was straining even harder from feeling Hal’s hard body against his. He felt like a feather laying on a rock. It was so comfortable. So perfect. “It’s ok.” Hal assured him, pulling them closer. “There is someone out there for you. Either your friend or someone else.” “I hope so. Sometimes I want to just give up. I’ve been saving myself for him. I want to lose my virginity with him. But I think I’m going to die alone.” He didn’t see the hungry look in Hal’s eyes when he mentioned his virginity. “Shhh. Don’t talk like that. Let’s take another walk around and see if we can find him. Ok?” Jared didn’t want to stand up or stop resting against Hal but he did as he was told. He was very pleased, however, when Hal’s hand rested again on his lower back. Slightly lower this time. In that area where it was hard to say if the hand was on his lower back or his butt. Either way, Jared couldn't deny he liked the touch. But still no Ryan. After a couple of circuits of the club they found themselves again in the video room. Jared leaned against Hal without thinking. Just feeling the heat and sexiness of the man. Hal leaned over and kissed his cheek. Jared turned and allowed their lips to meet. Hal’s breath smelled like a breath mint, he thought absently. A very very sexy breath mint. Out of the corner of his eye, Jared noticed two guys walk into the video room. “I’m telling you, he was the hottest piece of ass I’ve had in years.” One of the men said. “A college boy I’m guessing. He had the look.” Jared glanced over without unlocking his lips from Hal. The two men were older, probably in their sixties, and the one talking was flabby and saggy both front and back. His friend was taller and gaunt. He looked ill. “Yeah, yeah.” The gaunt man teased. “You always get lucky when there are no witnesses.” “Well, you should have gotten here earlier. He’d clearly been fucked a couple times tonight — raw based on the cum dripping from his ass — but he was still tight.” Jared’s stomach felt like a lead balloon. Sinking. “Sure, sure.” The gaunt man said. “Well, I suppose I should at least be grateful you aren’t claiming he gave you his virginity.” “Believe me or not. The slut laid there and let me breed his ass. His fit little body writhing and working out my load. He moaned like a bitch too. Didn’t say much but but sounded like he was from London or somewhere close. Posh little cum slut. It was heaven.” Jared couldn’t breathe. He broke the kiss with Hal and turned to face the two men. They didn't even notice him. The gaunt man paused. “You're serious, aren’t you? Some college boy really let you fuck him?” “Told you man, you should have gotten here earlier.” Tears welling up his eyes, Jared jumped up and ran from the room. The old men's eyes followed him curiously. And hungrily. Hal caught up with him in the locker room and put his arm around him again. Holding him as Jared’s body shook with sobs. “I’m guessing that was your friend they were talking about?” “Ryan was willing to get fucked by THAT?” Jared choked out between sobs. “That old fat guy? But doesn’t want to be anything other than friends with me? What the hell is wrong with me? Am I ugly or something?” Hal put his fingers on Jared’s jaw, turning him to face him. “That’s enough of that. I don’t want to hear you say that again.” Jared couldn’t believe how lucky he was. How he had found someone who was so kind when he needed it most. Hal kissed him again. “Let’s get you out of here. OK?” Jared nodded. The two got dressed again and then he let Hal lead him back out of the sauna. Yet again, he didn’t see the smiles and winks between the clerk and Hal. Or the thumbs up that the clerk gave Hal behind his back. “Let’s get you a cab, ok?” Hal said. “I don’t have money for a cab.” “Well, I’ll give you money. I don’t want you walking home alone.” “You don’t have to…” “I want to. And I want to see you tomorrow.” Hal glanced at his watch. “Or today rather. Tonight. A date if you are up for it. Is that ok?” Jared smiled in spite of his torment. And nodded. He was so lucky. Maybe heavenly father could forgive him for being gay. Could allow him to meet someone so wonderful and kind. Hal put his phone number and address in Jared’s phone while they waited for the cab. “So, I’ll see you at 8. Right?” “Yes, that sounds good.” Jared wanted Hal to invite him over now, just to hold him. He didn’t want to be alone, but was afraid to say anything. Hal pulled him close as the cab pulled up, gave him a long and lingering kiss, and held his cell phone up and snapped a picture. “Just something to remind myself how gorgeous you are.” Jared was blushing as he climbed in the cab. The cab driver was watching him in the rear view mirror but didn’t make any comments. Hal watched the cab pull away then pulled his phone back out and uploaded the picture he had just taken. He laughed to himself as he typed out the message to his followers: See this hot little twink? This fine piece of virgin meat doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to take his cherry in less than 24 hours. Raw. On camera. And he is going to beg me for it. All my subscribers will, of course, get full access to the video. Pre-order now to hear this little cunt scream for mercy.” Hal hummed to himself as he put the phone in his pocket and went back into sauna. The thought of breaking in, and hopefully pozzing, a virgin hole had him rock hard. And there were always guys in the sauna who would happily take his load no questions asked. Life was good.
    6 points
  4. A week ago when in DC, I decided to cruise a building on a university campus to see if I could score any under stall action. This particular building was known for its active cruising scene, and the on-line posts seemed to indicate it was safe for non-students, and as I was fairly sure I could readily blend in with the student body at this particular university, so around 4:00 PM I made my way to the building, then up the staircase to the floor with the restroom that supposedly had the most cruising. Walking in, I found it was totally empty, still I could readily see why guys chose this place: the stalls were set far back from the door, and the door was quite squeaky, which afforded ample warning. Picking a stall in the middle, I entered, wondering how long I would wait before another guy showed-up. Fortunately the wait wasn't long. In less than five minutes the door squeaked open, and footsteps indicated the man was headed to the stalls. Peering through the crack between the stall door and wall I saw the newcomer was a tall muscular black guy who, by chance, I had noticed in the first floor main lobby when I had entered the building. The man took the stall next to mine, immediately dropping his trousers, and giving a quick tap with his foot. Clearly he new the game, and wasn't interested in wasting time. No, he was signalling he wanted to play. I returned his tap, but before he can respond again the door squeaked open. Again peering through the crack, again I saw a black guy, this time a trim man, probably in his early 30s. He entered the stall on the other side of me so now three consecutive stalls were occupied. The latest visitor unlatched his belt, dropped his pants, and sat on the commode. And immediately tapped his foot. I was sandwiched between two black guys, both of whom were looking for action! I tap my feet to let both of them it was safe to play. The muscular guy drops to his knees and slid his legs under the stall, presenting his huge, rock hard, eight inch, thick cock. Getting onto my knees, I stroked his cock with my left hand as I reached under the partition on the other side, gesturing for the other guy. Within seconds he slid his legs under the partition, presenting me with a second thick cock, probably about seven inches in length. The guy on my left reached under, and finding my ass, tested the lay of the land, and finding it acceptable, he momentarily withdrew his hand, returning when it was lubed with spit which, of course, he used to lube my hole nice and wet. I spat into my hand and lubed his cock, not wanting to waste time as I knew someone might enter and disrupt our fun at any moment. Squatting down, I slid onto his bare black cock, taking his entire length up my hole. As he commenced thrusting in and out of my hole, I leaned over and blew the other guy's hard cock. The guy fucking me started pounding me hard, and I could hear his breath quicken. I also knew when he climaxed as he not only moaned loudly, I could also feel his thick cock pulsate in my hole as his raw cock loaded me up with his cum. He quickly withdrew from my ass, and as he did so, I could feel some of his load leak out of my hole. I quickly stand up and lower myself on the other cock, honestly not caring if he came here to fuck or if he was even willing to fuck raw. He didn't pull away, so I bounced on his cock until he started to push and pull in and out of my ass. Within maybe a minute he pushed in deep and held his cock buried all the way in me, giving me his load. I squeezed my hole tightly as he pulled out, hoping to keep as much of the cum in me as possible. After the guys left, no one else entered for the next ten minutes. I pushed the loads out into my hand and licked up the warm gooey sperm, enjoying the taste as I jerked off. Leaving a few minutes later, I felt totally fulfilled for the balance of the day.
    4 points
  5. Wrestling Party turned Orgy Thanksgiving break was coming up and the guys on the wrestling team were throwing a party to celebrate Thanksgiving break and as a last hurrah before we started our season. So far Rob and I had fucked around with Chris, James, and Jon and Seth. Chris and James had gotten their fuck flus and gone to the clinic to confirm. We now had two confirmed poz guys on the team from Rob and I; and Jon and Seth had actually been poz already; Dad and David had gotten Seth when he first moved to the area and he had bugged Jon up once they started dating. So with Rob and me, we had a total of six guys that were poz and all from the same family strain. Rob and I arrived at Jon and Seth’s a little early to help them out with setup and to help them with a few special preparations. See, this party had two objectives: One to let off a bit of steam before the season started and we all went on restrictions; and two to poz up as many of our team mates as possible. For that end, Rob and I had the task of adding baby oil to the lube, and using a pin to doctor up all the condoms that would possibly be used. We hoped to not have to stealth anyone, but just in case the guy insisted, all the condoms that would be used would break. We finished up with the condoms just as the first guys arrived. We had all agreed that it would be fun to show up in our High school Singlets, so each guy was in his old school colors. Rob and I changed after we finished up with the condoms and then joined the others as we proceeded to get our Drink on. As the night progressed, all the boys got drunker and drunker, except for the five of us who would be helping them all join the club. The one thing I learned that night, most of my team mates were what they often call sixpack gays. To get everyone in the mood to fuck, we moved the furniture to the walls, and began to wrestle with each other. Those of us in the know would rub our cocks in their butt cracks, grab their bulges, or anything to get their minds on sex. Soon, most of the guys were horned up and ready to strip off their singlet. That was soon done, and we had twenty guys all horned up and naked. We all fell into a pile on the floor and began to suck cocks and eat asses. Chris, James, Seth, Rob and I were sure to start working on the guys who might be more on the hetero side and get them to give us their asses bare. The guys were in groups of three or four, at least one of them having their ass worked as they swallowed another guy’s cock. I was eating out Gus’s hole as he sucked on Paul’s cock. Rob has his cock down Eric’s throat as Gene opened up his hole for his cock. Chris was getting blown by Caleb who was in turn getting sucked by Alex who was getting fucked by Brent. James was rimming Lee to get his hole ready, while he was blowing Paul. Jon was on his knees taking turns blowing Jason and Forrest while Don was working his cock into Jon’s hole. Seth had already gotten his cock into Will who was being spit roasted on the other side by Sam. Jason was under Will sucking his cock and occasionally lapping Seth’s cock as it pulled out of Will. Matt was next to Anton kissing each other as each of them were prepped to be fucked by Simon and Wayne respectively. The room was filled with the sounds of grunts, groans and skin slapping skin as all the guys worked up to shooting their cum into their team mates, truly a bonding experience. After that initial round, we kept switching up partners and those of us where were already poz making sure that we got at least one load in most of our team mates. Hopefully, most would be sick just in time to get better for the season. Hours later, and with drained balls, we all fell asleep around the house. And the best part, not a single condom had been used all night.
    4 points
  6. This time of year in Daytona is an exciting one. The annual Bike Week and Spring break happen to coincide with each other. As an older bottom bear, I don't tend to have much luck with the college boys. They either want twinks their age, or daddy tops to breed them. The bikers on the other hand tend to be a much more fun group. Last year I was fortunate to hook up with several bikers at a biker bar. Now at events like this, you never know who is straight and who is gay. As such, I was never the one to make the first move, I waited for the bikers to do so. I NEVER thought I would top my experience last year where several bikers drove me to a wooded area, and bred me over the seat of a bike. Well this year was even better! I went back to the same biker bar this year hoping I could find some fun. This year I did make the first move on a gorgeous bearish hunk. He was wearing a pair of assless chaps, without jeans underneath. I don't know of many straight guys that would do so. He stood about 6 foot, I'm guessing around 200 pounds, with a goatee and a beautiful hairy chest. As I came to find out, he had a beautiful 9 inch uncut cock. I decided to give it a shot. Even though I'm all bottom, I approached him and told him he had a nice ass. He smiled, grabbing his cock and saying his ass was not his best asset! We chatted for a bit and I told him about my experience last year. We had a few beers, and then I felt comfortable in asking if I could experience his, "best asset." He said not at the bar, but he had a RV just across the street, and he would love to show me, and give it to me. With that I agreed. Now many of you, like I original thought, have a stereotype of what a biker is. Kinda rough looking, hairy, bearded, and lives not only day to day, but lives for their bike. As I have found out over the years, that is not the case. Many of the bikers here are doctors, lawyers, or successful businessmen. Many have bikes that are customized, and cost more than a very nice car would. Come to find out, this guy was a doctor from Dallas. His RV was amazing with an extension that slid out an was a bedroom. In the back of the RV was a ramp to a space , where he could drive his tricked out Haley into. Now when I got there, his bike was outside, and what I found was much more exciting. OK so I know this has been a bit trivial at first, but hopefully you are still reading as now comes the sex! While walking to his RV we were both very flirtatious and got to know each other better. Come to find out, he was vers and truly loved both giving and receiving. We talked about the mix of bikers and breakers, and agreed that was amazing. He told me about a college boy that he had hooked up with a few dayss earlier. When we got to the RV the bedroom was already extended. He immediately threw me to the bed, basically ripping my clothes off. He took off his clothes, and I immediately saw a scorpion tat just above and to the right of his cock. I immediately commented and he asked me if I knew what it meant. Of course I did. He told me that he was highly toxic and loved gifting negative guys. This was my dream come true. He immediately threw me on my back, ate my ass briefly, spit on my hole and immediately started breeding me. After about 20 minutes, I could tell he was ready to blow his toxic seed into me. Before he did, he asked to be sure if that's what I wanted, to which I replied yes. A few more thrusts and grunts, he unloaded a huge load in me. After a nice hard fuck, I cleaned his cock as a good bottom should ALWAYS do. We embraced each other and talked about what just happened, with me assuring him that it was OK, that I was chasing and that I was typically not a cumdump, and had always wanted to know who my gifter was. NOT for financial gain or any other reason other than I wanted to know. A relationship with the gifter would be great, but NOT a requirement. The entire TRUE story has been written, but its up to you if you like, and want to know more!
    3 points
  7. (names have been changed) 1985 Who knows how urban legends get started? In the little Nebraska town (which could hardly be called 'urban') I grew up in, there was a story about an evil green skeleton that lived in the creek next to our grade school. He's grab you if you got too close to the water and then drown you. The origins and details kept changing over the years and supposedly, somebody had an actual picture of it. Our playground came right up to the chain link fence that kept us away from the creek. The boys made a game of who could get closest to fence. I once made it within two feet of it before running back. Our bravest, most toughest kid went all the way up and actually touched the fence! We couldn't hardly believe it. Years later, I spent the night at Kenny Grossmon's house and we snuck out at night and went to creek. Kenny had brought a flashlight and a little bottle of water he got from the bathroom at the Nazarene church. It sort of was like holy water as far as we were concerned. There were wild weeds and scrub trees surrounding the creek. We were both acting and talking casual, but we were both scared. We made it close enough to hear the water before a branch or something snapped and the sound made us run all the way back to his house where we watched Elvira and didn't talk about what we'd done. 1995 So I'm in my early 20's now and living in a big city, far away from the green skeleton. I work in a warehouse for a chemical company. I'd majored in English, but this job paid way more than anything I could make teaching. I wrote embarrassingly bad poetry sometimes, but never had dreams of showing it anybody or ever being published. I'd found my way into the gay world -- mainly from going to bars and meeting guys in my neighborhood. I'd even had dates here and there, but never any sex. AIDS showed no signs of ever going away or even being treated effectively. I didn't trust condoms because they could break. I once bought a box of them and played with them. They were just so fragile. It was from a friend of mine that I first heard about 'The Biohazard Bus'. Another urban legend that kept changing and was the subject of many bar conversations. Supposedly, there was a bus full of HIV+ men who would drive around the streets at night and capture guys right off the sidewalk. They'd all take turns raping the victim with no condoms on. It sounded so fake. I mean -- a whole bus?? How did they ever not get caught? The details were sketchy and ever changing. No, it was a van. No, it was an SUV. No, it was a stretch limo. The green skeleton sounded more legit than this bus. I finally got connected to the internet which provided me with a whole new way to waste my time. It was so primitive in those days, but I found a local bulletin board for gays and lesbians. It was mostly about community events, parades and charity stuff. There was one headline about the Biohazard Bus with 398 posts. I went right to the last few to see if there were any new developments. It was then that I realized I was maybe a little too curious about this. Keno: I know a guy who got abducted by them. He was coming out of Chuckie's by himself. Cub31: That is a shit bar. It's on Highland Street which is where many bad things can happen to you. People get shot. Keno: Only walk out of any bar with somebody else with you. I had never heard of the bar they were talking about. Or Highland Street. Why oh why was so drawn to this story? Danger and sex are an intriguing combo, I guess. There was a part of myself I was denying at that point. I will tell you that I was pretty sure I'd end up at Chuckie's eventually. I just had to find it. I started by searching the yellow pages for any businesses on Highland Street. There wasn't anything listed. I asked around. My seedy neighbor -who I'm almost sure was a drug dealer - knew where it was. "That area is pretty dicey. Your car will get stolen." He gave me some general directions. Back then, our city's downtown had been decimated by the suburbs and malls. I didn't even know if the streetlights worked there. My heart sped up at the thought of driving there. I decided I'd try and go to Chuckie's during the daytime. A Saturday afternoon, possibly. Was noon too early? I didn't know much about anything back then. It was a sunny June afternoon (around 2 PM) that I ventured out. I kept forgetting to breathe. You'd think alarms would flash in my brain or something...or that common sense would kick in. Nope. I passed the little bar called Chuckie's. twice. I couldn't do this. Maybe if I knew judo or something, I'd feel safer. This place was scary enough in the day...what the hell would it be like at night?? At least I knew where it was now. Fuck it. I parked right around the corner from the bar. "I'll have one beer and then go home," I told the scared,pale boy looking back at me in the rear view mirror. I can't even remember how I made it to the front door. I was technically sober, but nerves made me sort of stumble a little. A beer would be so good now. I'd earned it. Chuckie's was super dark and smoky. Not very crowded at all. The bartender was a jolly-looking guy in his late 40's/early 50's. "Hi! You here for the bust?" The bust? Did he think I was a cop or something? "The bust?" "Beer bust. For ten dollars you get a cup and all the beer you can drink. How old are you?" "24." "I'll believe you. I'll give you a discount...7.50. You get a free shot at the top of every hour -- which you just missed. I'll start you out with a freebie. It's nice to see a new face in here." I handed him a ten and got my mini cup of beer and complimentary shot. I was new at drinking, but I knew you did the shot first and followed it with a chug beer. Right? OK. I relaxed a little. There was a Chuckie doll up against the mirror behind the bartender. My guess is that this place had been named before the 'Child's Play' movie came out, but they just went with it. To this day I still don't know how to 'fit in' and strike up conversations with people. I stayed put on the bar stool that had been mended with duck tape. I heard the familiar sound of a pinball game in the corner but it was next to a table of scary-looking guys. "How come I never seen you before?" "I don't get out all that much. I needed to buy tires, but I got lost trying to find the place. I stopped here." Lie after lie poured out of my mouth. The truth was too sick. "No tire places around here. I'm Leslie, by the way. I've been here for years." "I'm Jeff. I moved here three months ago. It's not that busy today." "It'll pick up. Most beer busts take place on Sundays, but we changed ours to Saturday. The guy who owns this place is a mafia son with a coke habit...he wants to start making more money. Plus...." I waited. "Plus this area is the subject of many rumors." A-ha! He knew about the urban legend. I played dumb. "Rumors?" "Oh, nothing. You know how queens love to gossip." Leslie and I talked for a while as he kept refilling my cup and sneaking me extra shots. I began losing track of how many I'd had. I'd need to leave while the sun was still out. "Well...it's getting late, Leslie. I should go." "What? It's only 5:30. You got a hot date or something?" "Nah. I just don't know the area very well and want to leave while it's still daytime. Plus -- I think I'm a little buzzed." "The sun will be out for at least another two hours. We can always call you a cab...or have our bouncer escort you to your car." There was no bouncer among these guys. "His name is Nick and he's a huge guy. Nothing will happen to you." Fine. I just needed to slow down with the beer. "Does that pinball game work?" "Yep. It's brand new. Need quarters?" We made the exchange of bills for coins and he refilled my cup. I'd played this particular machine before. It was making the rounds, I guess. The beer was giving me stomach acid. I should have asked for a coke. In a minute. I played a dollar's worth of quarters and racked up the top three scores. I didn't want to sit down so much as I didn't want to stand anymore. I turned to leave and saw Leslie talking into what I thought was a CB radio. No way. Here? He caught my eye for a quick second and put the microphone thingy down. How weird. I walked about two steps before somebody grabbed my belt loop in the back. It was one of the scary guys I'd seen earlier. He had a Village People-type outfit on and was maybe in his 60's. "Have a seat." I didn't get a danger vibe from him. "I'm Butcher." "Nice to meet you. I'm Jeff." "Already heard that. You've been talked about since you came in." Was that good? Bad? "I...I guess I'm just new is all." "You need another beer, Jeff. So do I." He held up two fingers and Leslie scrambled right over with a pitcher to refill us. "Thanks, Leslie. I'm giving the game a rest now." "Well don't pay too much attention to this old drunk. He talks nonsense. Right, Butcher? You're full of shit, aren't you?" "Get away from us." Butcher had a seriously-lined face that you usually only see on old farmers who've worked out in the sun their whole lives. "You don't like him?" He made a spitting gesture. "Not at all. Let me ask you something....do you have a best friend?" I kinda didn't anymore. The best friend I'd ever had was Kenny Grossmon who'd moved away my sophomore year of high school. I never knew what became of him. I was about to tell him about Kenny but he continued talking. "You can't ever trust people. Not even best friends. You die when you trust too much." Top of the hour...it was 7 PM already. Leslie brought us shots and refills while he watched me carefully. "I haven't really trusted too many people in my life. My mom, maybe. I grew up in a small town." He nodded, probably wondering if I was a hick too dumb to talk to. "I got a lot of foreskin on my dick. I can fit a whole pool ball in ii." OK. I needed to excuse myself now. This old guy was no Yoda...just a cryptic drunk. "No, really. I live in the hotel down the street and you could come with me." "Maybe next time. I gotta go now." I forgot my cup and hurried back up to the bar. Leslie had been watching. "I'm glad you're back, Jeff. Did Butcher try to do something? Nick is finally here and he can get him out of here for you." "No. He was just getting too drunk, talking all weird." "Did he say anything about me?" "Not really. He doesn't like you too much. Why?" "You know why? He believes some conspiracy shit and lives in the land of make believe. I can't believe his liver hasn't given out yet. He'll pass out before 9." "Is that why you have a CB radio here? To call cabs for guys like him?" He paused a second. "Yeah. Or cops. Or a security company we use sometimes." "Makes sense. So this place is dangerous?" "Not so much...what did he tell you?" "He was vague." I wasn't about to repeat his foreskin story. "It's the top of the hour! Let's do a shot and I'll introduce you to the bouncer." I swiveled around to look at the front door. The incredibly huge guy was talking on a CB as well. So weird. I also noticed it was after dark now. Shit. At least this Nick due was as big as the Incredible Hulk. I could make it back to my car -- if it was still there. "The shot was something different this time...sharp cinnamon-flavored jet fuel. It woke me up a little. "Can I ask you something, Leslie?" He'd given me a fresh cup of beer. "Sure." "I've heard stories about this place, this street. Is there really a bus full of HIV guys who abduct people off the street and rape them?" "Butcher told you about that, didn't he? That story has been around for years and it's completely false. Why? Did you come here to find that out for yourself?" "No. I mean... sort of. I have a fascination with morbid urban legends. And...." "Say no more. I get it. I live nearby and walk home every night...by myself. I can tell you it's not true. I've seen drunk bums, drugged-out zombie kids, and runaways. But no evil AIDS bus. Ah -- here's Nick. The giant dude came and sat down next to me. He was large, but not all that muscular. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that just said 'SECURITY' on the front. He cast a shadow over everything he was near. "Is this him? Is this Jeff?" His voice was scary deep. He shook my hand. His own hands were the size of catcher's mitts. How was I known so soon? It's not like I'd talked to everybody or made a spectacle of myself. "Good to meet you, Nick." He and Leslie exchanged looks, and I swear there was a secret between them. "Yeah. We were just talking about the myths surrounding this place. He's heard about the bio bus." More looks. "Not that shit again. No wonder we're losing money. If Mario wants to turn a profit here, he needs to quash that shit." I could listen to that sexy voice all night. "Gimme a shot. Leslie. That scummy Dave guy kissed me on the mouth and I need to wash the taste away." We all had another shot. I guess these were my friends now. "Jeff here is interested in urban legends." "Oh...like the hook hanging from the car door? Stuff like that?" "Yeah. What purpose do they serve? How did they start?" I told them about the green skeleton we'd all been afraid of as kids. I was talking too much. I needed to sober up in the worst way. "I think the more important question is why do you go looking for them?" This Nick guy was so astute for a bouncer. "I'm curious. And this bus story got inside my head." There was more to it, but I was done talking about it. I noticed Nick's arm tattoos. He'd paid good money for them because they were well done and sharp. The one on his thick wrist was beautiful calligraphy. 'B B'. The bar had thinned out and we were pretty much just a group of three. Butcher had left at some point. "Time for shots! It's only 10 on a Saturday night and we're empty." Ten?? I'd been here far too long. Oh fuck it. I'd take a cab. We drank our shots. Nick kept getting closer to me and finally wrapped a big arm around my shoulders. "He's mine, Les. I'm sorry, but you've got a boy of your own somewhere, right?" Their conversation sounded like noise at this point. I was drunk but felt so warm and safe with Nick. "Call him a cab, Les. I'll walk him out." Yeah. It was probably time to go home. Leslie turned and made a 'call' or whatever you call it in CB language. I wanted to hear in case he started using that trucker language like they did on TV shows. He had stretched the cord and was talking too softly for me to listen in. He came back with a worried look. "He says it'll take 45 minutes." Okay. Whatever. I'd stop drinking and just go play some more pinball. As much as I liked Nick, there was no way I could picture myself dating him. It would look weird going out with some giant tattooed guy. People would talk. They'd assume things. I stood up from the stool and checked my front pocket for quarters. "Whoa, Hot Rod...where do you think you're going?" He had his hand on my shoulder. "I need to sober up a little. Thought I'd go splash some water on my face and play a little pinball." He and Leslie looked at each other. "Well...OK. Two games or ten minutes...whichever comes first. I'll bring you a coke or something. Deal?" "Sure." The bathroom wasn't nearly as bad as you'd think. It smelled a little like piss, but it seemed mostly clean. I rinsed my face and that didn't seem to help much. Right above the mirror, someone had scrawled "BEWARE" in marker. I just now remembered that detail. I left and went right to my machine. "You're time starts now!" Nick shouted from the bar. Why? What was the big deal? I was a paying customer after all. I mean, what the fuck? I guess my motor skills weren't all that impaired because I won a free game and beat my own high score. I guess I'd only freaked out because drinking was sort of new to me. Maybe I'd even be clear enough to drive home on my own. I hated the idea of leaving my car here and then trying to figure out how to retrieve it tomorrow. I was weighing the idea when Nick approached. "You've still got a few more minutes...I just wanted to watch you. You should see how you move when you play. You lean and work your hips and, well, it's sexy." He'd brought me a glass of Coke. "All he had was was diet. But it still has caffeine..." I'd lost the game because of the interruption, but I was done anyway. We sat down together at the same table Butcher had been sitting at earlier. Looking across at him finally gave me a chance to look right at his face. He wasn't bad looking at all - just big. His eyes were thinking eyes. "I don't think I'll be needing the cab. I feel a lot better." "I don't know, Jeff. You have to prove it to me. We'll take a walk around the block and then I'll decide if you're okay to drive." "A walk? Around here?! I don't think that's a good idea." He stood up. "Look who you're with, kid. Nothing will bad happen...except I might make a pass at you." He winked, laughed. "Just kidding. Finish your Coke and we'll go." I'd never had diet Coke before. It was kind of nasty, but I needed something carbonated that wasn't alcoholic. We headed for the door and Leslie and Nick said a few quick words to each other as I stood there feeling about 98% of my normal self. "Ready?" "Yeah. Can you just walk me to my car? I appreciate the concern, but I'm fine." "We had a deal. Don't go back on your word now." I was in a spot...I didn't want this guy mad at me, but walking around the block seemed pretty pointless. "OK. You have a flashlight? It doesn't look like most of your streetlamps are working." "Already got it. Let's walk, Jeffy." We headed in the opposite direction of my car like two dumb characters in a horror movie -- where the whole audience is yelling "Don't go!". It was strangely thrilling. I felt adrenaline chase the remaining alcohol out of my system. "Why doesn't the city fix some of the lights?" "We're low on the list. There are pot holes around here that are two years old." We went around the corner where it was darker still. "Hold on a second." He bent down and kissed me on the mouth. I responding by kissing back. Then it was over. Just like that. "That was nice. Think you'd ever go out with someone like me." "I know I would." "Cool." "Can we go back to the bar? This street is completely dark." "It's okay. I'll turn the flashlight on." He fumbled around with it started flashing like a disco. "Shit. Wrong button." "Why does it have a strobe?" "It's a signal for emergencies and stuff." I guess he wasn't able to find the normal light because we were walking again into total darkness. Headlights caught us from about fifteen yards away. As the vehicle slowly approached, Nick grabbed my wrist painfully hard. "Your ride is here."
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  8. I knew that people who'd lost a lot of blood tended to get dizzy and pass out. I felt fine, considering that little streams of life were still running out of me. I'd just read an article in National Geographic about victims of shark attacks. They'd lose so much blood that they fainted and drowned before the pain really set in. "It's a kid. One of Nick's finds, I presume. He looks almost dead. Sal....did you cut him?" "Nuh uh, Boss. He's just been worked over a little." How to describe Marco? He was a tall, Italian, good-looking guy in expensive clothes that were too heavy for Summer. He was young-ish but gaunt and obviously very sick. He was pure evil, pure demon. And hot. I was frozen in place. "What? Who said that?" Nobody had spoken. "Yeah - we definitely should take him down to Mexico. I can get a jet here in an hour." I remember one of the guys (Sal?) saying something about him suffering from dementia. Oh hell. Everything was very new and very ominous now. "You guys go to the back and get a beer. I need some time with this boy." Nick took a second to touch my back before leaving with the rest of the crew. "And get dressed. We'll need to get out of here afterwards." They stopped, took their clothes and scattered. It was just Marco and I. He shed his nice wool coat and let me see just how deathly thin he was. "Quite a night, huh?" I never once thought I was going to die until now. "It's an honor to meet you, sir." "Save it. Come here and take the dick out of my pants." I guess I had to. I walked to him on weak legs and knelt at his feet as if he were a saint or something. My arms and hands weren't working so well but I found the fly of his designer pants and opened it. He undid the top button himself which was very courteous. The crotch hair was dark black and abundant, but I didn't have time to see much of it before the biggest, fattest penis in the world sprang out. My vision was a little blurry, but I was still impressed in a perverted way. I kissed it and stroked my tongue up and down the pole. He stood completely still and let me work. It was at that point that I fell over on my side. "Get up. I don't fuck on a damn bloody mattress....so stand and turn around. What? Talk louder, God!" I was so dizzy, but I still somehow stood up. He bent me over a little and made zero effort to go slow. He just plowed that enormous tool right in to the hilt. "You might be my last fuck, Brian. Get ready." Brian? It would be the dumbest thing to correct him. "Too much blood...WAY too much. It better not get on my loafers - these cost 900 dollars." He did the thrusting motion I'd gotten somewhat used to now. "Oh GOD...you're so huge!!" I had the idea that compliments would make him feel good. The truth was that my nerve endings were long gone. I didn't feel anything but pressure and motion. No sting and no throb as he came. I wanted to sleep now. "There you go. You have the same seed as the rest of those morons got already. Let it take." I think he wanted me to stand still, but I collapsed. The shark had done its job. I thought of the ocean as my head hit the mattress. My bare legs were on the concrete floor. More bruises and more blood. I'd go ahead and die here, I guess. I was just playing dead though. Maybe he'd simply wander off in his own private craziness. Here's what I heard as he opened a door and exited. "He's dead, boys. Somebody take care of it. My limo is waiting. Nick -- we need to talk tomorrow. Not early. I'll call you." I used to pretend I was dead and imagine what it was really like. The white light, the dead relatives, my childhood dog running up to me with his favorite toy. But I was very much alive. A rush of heavy boots came up to me. Nick knelt down and shook me a little. "Jeff?" "Hi." "Thank God. I need to get you out of here. You're hurt bad." "If he's not dead, you need to give him those pills and leave him in the country somewhere. Far." Pete. I could still taste his cum. "I told you I'd take care of this. I'm taking the van." Things were so confusing. Where was I? Who was I? What happened? I must have had a car accident after the senior prom. Paula Abdul was singing. I was sitting in the front seat and Nick was talking a mile a minute. "We're going back to get your car. I know you can't drive, but I'll get you to the hospital. I have some stuff that will make you forget everything. I'm expected to drug you and dump you in the middle of nowhere...but I can't. If you want to forget everything, I'll give you half. I'm so sorry. Can you hear me?" We were back outside Chuckie's. My car was still there, like an old friend. Nick helped me to the passenger side because I guess he had also snagged my keys at some point. My wallet. I needed that because my insurance card was in it. "Can I please have the wallet back?" "It's already in your back pocket...with all your cards and all the cash. I'm not a bad man, Jeff. I just got involved with all this to make money. You're alive...and you can turn us all in. I wouldn't blame you. I'm moving. But I won't forget you." "I...I'm not breathing very well." "It's OK. You'll be OK. We're here. I'm about twenty feet from the ER entrance. Can you walk that far?" "No." "Well, I can't get any closer. Make it as far as you can while I park your car. I can walk back on my own. Or something." It was over. I was standing alone. I was cold and wished I'd worn a coat even though it was probably 75 degrees that morning. I wish the damn sun would come up. The warm sun. I made it about five feet before I collapsed. Blood and semen were dribbling out of my ass. I just needed a small nap and then I'd be fine. The asphalt in the parking lot was still warm from the day. So nice. "Hey! Do you need help?" If I remember right, it was a young married couple and the woman was heavily pregnant. I must have looked pretty bad because the guy seemed more concerned about me than with his poor wife. "I gotta get Kim checked in, but I'll tell them you're here. Hang in there." I either said or thought I said "Congratulations." Within less than a minute, a couple of men came out and asked me to talk to them, tell them what happened. I didn't feel like talking just then. I woke up in a very nice bed.The room was bright and a nice nurse lady was fussing with some tube attached to my arm. It was bright and sunny outside the window. I didn't know where I was and I mostly didn't care. "Hi." "Goodness! You're awake! You're in a hospital right now. How do you feel? Do you have pain?" "Some. What happened?" "The doctor will be in here soon and explain everything. Let me get him, and then we'll take care of your pain." She would be prettier if she lost a few pounds. You can't tell women stuff like that. I looked at the TV on the wall. "Facts of Life". God, was that show ever not being broadcast on some channel. Mrs. Garrett, Jo, Blair, Tootie, Natalie. It was nice to see them. "So I hear you've returned to the world! Welcome back!" The doctor was a pleasant red-headed man. His voice was warm and friendly. "Do you know what happened to you? Do you know how you got here? Did someone bring you? Who?" "I was going to go try and find a tire store. That's all I remember." "We'll get you some lunch. Try to think. Don't be alarmed, but a police detective will need to ask you some things. He's right outside the door now. Just don't try and get out of bed today. If you need the bathroom, press that blue button. You've got stitches in your bottom and we don't want those popping out." I talked to various doctors, cops and even a social worker. I gave no details...even though my brain was overflowing with them. Specific details. I had found the bus...it was real. I got to go home a week later. I couldn't drive myself because my car was confiscated as evidence. The thing that puzzled them the most was that only the passenger seat was soaked in my blood. They wanted to know who brought me to the ER. I told them I had no idea. There were stills from the parking lot security camera footage that they kept showing me. It was Nick's back as he walked away, "That's a big dude...you don't remember meeting or seeing someone that size?" I liked this detective the best of all of them. Mitch. "No." "Come on, man. Doc says you don't have any brain damage and that there's no reason you should have amnesia. You hiding something? Protecting somebody?" "I'm not." He shook his head and sighed. "Please try. You'd help us, the city and most of all - yourself. Would you agree to go under hypnosis? It could help us stop this from happening to anyone else." I wasn't legally obligated to see a hypnotist so I didn't. Once I was well enough to go home, the questions ended. My work gave me 12 weeks of leave. Supposedly they hadn't been told what had happened, but things have a way of leaking out. I guess my name was in the newspaper once or twice. My parents had no idea what I'd been through, but I had to tell them something. I played it down as just a mugging, and said I was completely recovered now. Mom wanted to come look after me, but I insisted I just needed time to rest. Dad sent me a check -- which was pretty much the only way he knew how to show concern. Not complaining. I used the time to write down everything I remember about that day/night. On the advice of the hospital's resident counselor, I went to a 'rape victim support group'...once. I was the only male in the room. I didn't need support or help or therapy. I was even strangely accepting of the fact that I most likely had HIV. I was supposed to get tested in a month, but wasn't really dreading it. It was what it was. You'd think I'd run out of details to remember about the incident, but they kept popping up every time I opened my blue notebook. I tested positive for the AIDS virus about a week before my time off from work was over. More questions, more advice, more lists of support groups. I'd learned to just keep quiet and nod. I really felt fine. At least I did until I retrieved my mail that evening and found a letter from someone that I knew instantly was Nick. I waited a good twenty minutes before opening it. Deep breath. Hi Jeff I hope you're still at the address that was on your driver's license. I also hope you are doing okay...I actually hope you're doing great, but I understand that things are probably complicated in your head. I now live in a small Missouri town just outside Kansas City. You might remember that I told you I was moving. I needed to get away from what I was doing and what I was becoming. I'm a good person. Marco's people would never think to look for me here. I am so truly sorry for what happened to you. So, so SO sorry!! I could have stopped it but I was too afraid of that bunch. I keep replaying the night in my head and imagining all the ways I could of kept you from harm. It keeps me awake every night. I guess what bothers me the most is that I really, really liked you. I wish I could turn back time for both of us. I want to date you and hold your hand at the movies and make love to you in a natural, gentle way. I suppose you'll never allow that now. Do you ever think of me? On the back of this page is my address and phone number. Please call me. PLEASE!!!! Love, Nick P.S. Please? I don't know. I guess I'll call.
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  9. Here is another one. The top asks: "Are you sure you want me to fuck you however I want?". The bottom replies: "Don't you dare to fuck me bb"... then... https://twitter.com/mxaguantador/status/868773448213905408 In this one the top gives us a lecture how to do it without the bottom noticing it https://twitter.com/mxaguantador/status/911027551933476864
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  10. MY APPOLOGIES Not really a part of the story, but after looking back at my posts, I see that there are some things that may not make sense to everyone. I wrote this entire story after it happened. It was quite longer than I had thought it would be, so I broke it down into parts, with "editing" done before posting. I had thought I did a decent job of editing, but then when I look back at some of the posts, I did a CRAPPY job of editing. I will be going back and commenting about things that were edited into the wrong place. I also noted that I have interchanged the words breaker and twink. Although both are true, I am making it a point to remain consistent with the use of breaker. A few final notes. This story is not fictional. As I read it, it still seems surreal, but it is not. The story will come to a partial end in a few more chapters, but I hope it will continue in some time. Through it I have seem the breaker truly grow in his role as a BB brother. He has promised to keep in contact with me, and I believe he will. Although he is still young and naïve, I truly think he has learned a lot from me, and has appreciated it. As for the biker, I'm not so sure he will keep in contact. I certainly hope he does, and hope that he was the one to convert me. I don't think the breaker is ready for conversion yet, but there are signs that he may be. This was one hell of a weekend for me. It is quite possible that my conversion will take place. In addition, young guys like the breaker, usually don't go for older bottom bears like me. It was quite an honor for me. Most remarkable, that as a total bottom, I dropped 2 loads into the breaker! That's more loads than I have dropped in anyone over 5 years! I guess it was the combination of knowing a twink actually had an interest in playing with me, as well as knowing that once I am gifted, I want to share my fortune with others who want it. I hope you continue to read, and like all of the chapters!
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  11. We had a game the next day and we finally won against one of the better teams. We taunted them about getting beaten by a bunch of fags. They took it well since we were just joking with them. We had one of our usual parties that night. I was really horny, but no one seemed to really turn me on. One of the guys from the team we beat had shown up and I sucked him for a while before he pushed me over a chair and fucked me hard. I think he could tell my mind was elsewhere, but he just needed to nut and after 15 minutes of fucking he blew his load up my cunt, slapped my ass, dressed and left. I had a few more beers and went home. Monday afternoon I had classes until late afternoon, but as soon as I was done I was headed back to the bar. I was about half a block away and I saw Frank walk out the front door. His truck was right in front and he hopped in and drove off. I stopped and turned around and went home. Tuesday I got held up at class and my team needed to meet to plan the next phase of our project so I didn’t even bother trying to see if he was at the bar. Wednesday I went back and sat down at the bar and there was no sign of Frank. The bartender came over and said “hi” to me and I ordered a beer. When I asked about Frank the bartender told me that he had been there Monday, but not the past two days. I slowly drank my beer and a guy hit on me but I wasn’t into it so he took off. My mind was fixated on Frank and I didn’t know why. My life had been filled with casual sex. I never cared who I hooked up with. When I was horny I found a guy and either I fucked him or he fucked me and then we went our own ways. I had never wanted any specific guy until now. When my beer was done I got up and left, waving to the bartender. Thursday I went back to the bar earlier and it was just like the day before. A few guys hanging around but no Frank. I got another beer and nursed it for a while and Frank never showed up. I finished up the warm beer and went to take a piss. Some little part of my brain hoped that I would find him in here waiting for me but the bathroom was empty. I emptied my bladder and walked out of the bar. I turned the corner and got near the end of the building and a large figure popped out from between the buildings into my path. “Boy, I hear you were lookin for me” Frank said. I stopped in my tracks and looked up. It must have been the beer, but he had a glow about him that I almost thought he wasn’t real. “Yes, sir” I replied. “Now, why would a young stud like you want to talk to me?” Frank asked. “I really don’t know, but I just do. There’s something inside me that tells me I have to” I replied. I had fucked many guys and never cared about what things were going on in their lives. Frank was different. He was the first guy with whom I had had sex who I wanted to get to know. “Thank you, Mike” he said and put his arm around me and we walked to the end of the block where there was a park. We sat on a bench and not much was said for almost 15 minutes until he just started talking. At first it was random things like “Its gonna get cold soon, there’s no cloud cover” and “Do you think the Eagles (our college team) have a chance this weekend?” We talked for a few hours and it got colder. I invited him back to my apartment to keep talking where it was warm. We spent a long time on the couch talking and eating the leftover pizza I had in the fridge. We moved to the floor and I leaned against the couch and Frank leaned against me. I held him tight and I finally took him to my bed. “We need to sleep, Frank” I told him. We both climbed into the bed naked and I spooned him until we both were asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and took a piss. I climbed back in bed and he curled up next to me with his arm over my chest. I woke in the morning and felt his morning cock between my ass cheeks. Any other guy I would have tried to get it inside me and awakened him by riding him. With Frank, I couldn’t do that. He wasn’t just a cock. He finally woke up and was really disoriented. “Shit, what time is it?” he blurted. “5:30, Frank” I told him. “Fuck! I have to be at work in an hour,” he exclaimed as he took a lightening quick shower, dressed, and I drove him back to his truck and off he went to his job. It wasn’t how I wanted his departure that morning to be. I went to class, but all I could think of was Frank. I got to sleep with him, but nothing happened. We didn’t fuck like animals like I had hoped, but I still enjoyed every minute of being with him. When I got home after classes, there he was, sitting on the front steps of my apartment building. My heart started beating faster and a smile came over my face. “Hi, Frank. What are you doing here?” I asked. “I felt bad running out of here this morning. I didn’t even kiss you goodbye,” Frank replied. “Yeah, I know, but I understand. Come on up,” I answered. No sooner had we entered my apartment than Frank pinned me against the wall and his lips were on mine in a second. We were pulling each others clothing off and pawing at each other until I pushed him off and led him to the bedroom. Laying on my back, I pulled him on top of me and we kept kissing. I felt him push my legs wider as his ever growing cock nestled next to mine. I could feel the heat from his chest as he lay down on top of me. His tongue pushed my lips apart and the kisses got deeper with our beards pressed hard against each other. Frank grasped my hands and our fingers intermingled. He took control and pinned my hands above my head, holding me down and helpless to move, not that I wanted to. I’d had countless dreams of a muscled daddy bear taking me and fucking my brains out since the first time one of the older built construction guys had pushed to me to my knees at the home improvement store bathroom and made me suck him off. He pushed my legs even wider and slowly ground against me, our sweat making it easier to slide the more he moved. His grinding slowly became a humping motion and I was sure he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He stopped kissing me and pushed his body away from mine, but my hands were still pressed against the bed. A smile grew over his face as our spit dripped off his beard. Frank let go of my hands and moved his hands to my chest, each paw pressing down on my hairy pecs and then squeezing them. He moved back with his hands still on my chest, which was heaving up and down from my heavy breathing. His tongue flicked over the head of my cock right before he swallowed it all the way down. I moaned as I felt his mouth around my shaft. He sucked harder and his tongue bathed my cock which made me moan even louder. Frank's hands released their grip of my chest and slowly moved down my body until he reached my legs. Frank pushed them up, folding me up into an 'L'. My thighs were pressed against the sides of his head and his throat started to massage my cock head. I loved the feeling of his mouth on my cock in the bar, but this felt even better. I would buck my hips up and feel my cock drive deeper into his throat. He never seemed to complain when I would do it, in fact he seemed to suck even more energetically until I did it again and he popped off my cock and licked down the shaft to my balls. He sucked one ball in and tugged on it, covering it with spit and lapping at it with his tongue. He did the same with the other and my body shivered. When the second ball popped out of his mouth he started to push my legs back. I grabbed my thighs and rolled back, exposing my sweaty ass to him. I heard Frank growl and say “Fuck that is one gorgeous butt” before he buried his face in between my ass cheeks. I had never had anyone attack my ass quite like he did. His tongue probed, his lips kissed, his beard tickled and I felt his fingers pry my hole open. Most guys who had rimmed me did just enough to get the spit around and in for lube and the soon to follow fuck. With Frank, it seemed like this was the main event. My head rocked back and forth as I felt pleasure I had never experienced before. I have no idea how long Frank ate my ass (and I do mean eat - there was plenty of light biting and chewing on my ass and hole). If he did it for the rest of my life I would be a really happy cub. But he did stop and while I wanted more I also wanted to know what he might do next. He seemed to stare at my boi pussy for a long time and then he lowered my ass down and I felt his rock hard cock rub my crack and prying it apart. The feeling was almost as good as when his face was there but when I felt his cock against my hole I knew it was going to get better. “You want this, boy?” Frank asked staring right through my head. I nodded, trying to form words, but my mouth was not obeying. Finally I blurted out “Oh my god yes!” I felt that I had failed him by not sucking his cock first, but it seemed that it didn’t bother him. If this was the order he wanted this experience to go, then I would have to deal with it. His cock slowly sank into my ass and it felt wonderful. His bare cock getting deeper and deeper. Two men sharing the pleasure of becoming one. Our eyes were locked together and our moans told each other that we were both in a state of bliss. He began to roll his hips and his cock was pulling out and pushing in giving both of us pleasure. He rolled me back on my shoulders and fucked harder. I could tell that he was leaking precum inside me, since I felt that distinct sloppiness that happens as a cock lubes a hole. Frank grunted and moaned while his cock drove in and out of me. I moaned back, enjoying every stroke and hoping it would never end. The squeaking of the bed and the occasional thud as the frame hit the wall were just background music to the sex. This wasn’t lovemaking, but we were being as intimate as two men could ever be. I milked his cock and heard him moan louder. I wanted him to feel as good as I felt and I felt amazing. When his thrusts started to get erratic I knew he was getting close and I wanted to feel his seed deep inside me. Frank’s grunts got louder and ended with a very loud growl. His cock expanded and I felt the pulses as shots of Frank’s baby makers filled my gut. I looked back at Frank with a huge smile on my face which he saw when his orgasm ended and he opened his eyes. When he smiled back at me I became the happiest I had ever been. Slowly he lowered me back to the bed, his cock pulling out of me just at the end. I laid there a moment and Frank then laid down next to me. I leaned over and kissed his lips and then worked my way down his body. I licked up the shaft of his cock, tasting his cum and my ass juices. It was the first time I had ever sucked a cock after it had fucked me, but I needed to do this for Frank. Once I had licked his crotch clean I crawled back up and rested my head on his chest. The scent from his sweat was intoxicating and all of my senses were being overloaded. My ass throbbed and I could feel some of his cum drip out and on to my leg. It hadn’t been the first time a guy had cum inside me, far from it. But this was the first one that meant something. I had no idea if Frank felt the same way, but it was too late to ask since I could hear him lightly snoring. I fell asleep too and slept like a baby.
    3 points
  12. Today. Horny as hell. On Grdr and was chatting with a hot son. He came over and I started rimming his hole..He was moaning and groaning..My dick was dripping I was so fucking horny. As I get ready to slide inside his hole, he looks back and says.."you have a condom right?" I said no, I don't use them and I clearly say in my grdr profile that I want bareback. "No deal" he says. I only fuck safe. WTF? Didn't you read my fucking profile? Idiot. Now I'm stuck with blue balls and he is getting dressed. Out the door. Fuck. I'm back on grdr trying to find a real guy. Luck has it. A hot cum dump son I had talked to earlier is back online. "did you dump your load yet?" he asks. "NO" I have several. I need to fuck bare and drop several loads inside no pull out and only bare. "I'll be over in 10 min" he sends back..FUCK YES> In about 10 min there is a knock on the door..hot son hairy and horny comes in drops his clothes as he is coming in..he's in heat like me. Needs cock in his hole. Its very hungry and needs to be seeded. He is sucking me..OMG feels so good I could shoot in his mouth. But I WANT ASS> I turn him around and rim.."daddy please slide in me and feed me your loads" I slide my cock inside. I am pounding my cock up his hole. On his back. He is on his stomach taking my cock deep. whimpering and moaning..Fuck it feels good. Hot man sex. I think I growled with the first load..It shot out of my balls and shot deep in his hole. My cock was throbbing and I shoved deep inside. I know he felt my cum load and he moaned his approval..I kept fucking him and pounding that wonderful hole now full of cum. I shot another load deep inside. Both of us moaning with pleasure." We rest and he is sucking me hard again..kissing me deep..omg this boy is hungry. I'm hard again and slide inside his hole. I fuck for all I'm worth.Like my life depends on giving my load to him and he is saying "yes, yes yes yes yes give it to me yes yes.." Here I cum again son.. I blast his hole a third time. We keep fucking and soon he is coaxing a 4th load out of my cock..omg squeezing my cock and milking it..I'm so blissful..I roll off and close my eyes..he is back on my cock.."I need your cock again daddy" sucking coaxing it up..how the fuck? I get hard and get on again and ride his hole to another orgasm. He is squeezing and milking my cock..we lay together with his back to me and my body against his. Heat from both of us keeping us warm..He is wiggling his ass against my dick again..turns his head to kiss me deep..it gets me up and I play with his hole with my cock..it is dripping. both my cock and his hole wanting more. Needing to merge again. I'm on top and I thrust my cock deep inside. It finds that spot and he lets out a great big moan..fuck that turns me on. I'm pounding and sweating as I fuck him..He is moaning "please seed me dad" I cum one more time..A great big orgasm. I have no idea where it came from but damn it felt great! I roll off him and we are exhausted. We look at the clock and its been over 2 hours of sex. He gets up wobbling legs and thanks me. gets dressed and leaves..I tell him to stay in touch because dad needs his hole. he promises to reach out. I hope he does..but whatever. It was an incredible afternoon! Dick is happy and balls are empty..6 loads. Until tomorrow probably..lol or tonight. hehe Thanks Grdr!!
    3 points
  13. Sitting at home I was pretty bored one evening and being a horny 24 year old I decided to hit the gay chat rooms to see what was about. I flitted around from room to room, now I didn't actively engage in bareback sex but I had dabbled once or twice with guys I knew, I clicked on the barebacksex room and looked at the profiles of the men. One in particular struck me 'BigChris', as his profile opened I had a good look through. He was 36, six feet 10 inches, rugby build, extra large uncut, bareback only. The pictures posted of him in jeans with his cock hanging out and unmistakable tattoos on his arms gave me an immediate erection. At only five feet seven inches with average build, brown cropped hair, and okay looking I thought to myself he is way out of my league. Anyway I opened a chat window and sent a message "Great profile." then closed the window and continued browsing. He was also stated at being in east London and I was south east so quite a journey to get from one side to the other, believing that would that. No more that a couple of minutes had passed when window opened from BigChris. Him: "Thanks, what are you into?" Me: "Hi, usual stuff, kissing, sucking and fucking. And you?" Him: "Kissing, fucking, top only, never bottom." Me: "Do you only go bareback?" Him: "Yup, I plough and plant." Me: "Okay, interesting but I am neg." Him: "Poz here and I don't pull out for no one." Me: "That's pretty hot, but probably not for me, but thank you." Him: "Always happy to plant my seed in you if you change your mind. Bye" My cock felt like it was going to explode as I sat in the chair looking at our chat window and jacked off furiously until I shot my load. Well that was exhausting I thought to myself and headed off to bed. I had never considered myself a chaser of poz seed but it got me so aroused thinking about it. Around six months later I decided to flat share with a mate and we got a place just outside Greenwich in south east London. A few weeks after moving in I went on-line and updated my profile location, I then started to check out the local talent around this area. About 5 minutes in a chat window opened from BigChris, I was shocked that he even remembered me and our conversation. Him: "Hello, how are you?" Me: "Hi, I am good thanks, how are you?" Him: "Good. I see you moved to near Greenwich." Me: "Yes, about 10 minute walk away." Him: "Great, I am in Greenwich, would still love to meet you." Me: "I could do daytime at the weekend." Him: "No, I like late evening meets, I only like to cum once a day that way I make sure theres plenty of seed to plant." Me: "You tease, lol" Him: "Come over tonight." Me: "Okay, but let's see how we get on before anything happens." Against my better judgment I had just agreed to meet a poz guy with the possibility of engaging in bareback sex. But lust had taken over and I headed off and found myself walking towards his block of flats. Standing outside the door I contemplated if I should really do this, but my hand had already knocked on the door and I stood waiting. The door opened and and there he stood tall and well built his body almost completely framing the door way as he invited me in. I crossed over the threshold, he had a t-shirt and boxers on and I could see what lay beneath the fabric. We made small talk and sat on the sofa, he arm went around my neck pulling me in towards him as he kissed me tenderly on the mouth. I placed my hand under his t-shirt and stroked his chest, his mouth opened forcing mine to open in unison as his tongue sought mine. We kissed for several minutes then his hand began pushing my head down towards his crotch, my face buried I could feel the stirring to life of his cock. I moved his boxers down to reveal a beautifully formed long thick cock and ample balls, I took the cock in my mouth and began teasing the foreskin as he moaned, leaning his head back against the sofa. Slowly taking more of his shaft into my mouth, I made it a point to apply enough pressure to pull the foreskin back revealing the head. My tongue and lips caressed, licked and sucked gently at the steadily hardening shaft. Pulling himself and me to our feet, he took my head into his massive hands, kissed, and guided me towards the bedroom. His body and power was overwhelming as he stripped me naked and pushed me on to the bed. In no time he removed what clothes he had on and was laying next to me. His face was over mine as he kissed me deeper and with more urgency. I felt my legs wriggling with arousal, my toes curled, and my cock was at boiling point. Through his seemingly endless kisses, my mouth was beginning to fill with his saliva as his free hand was playing with my ass making circling motions around my hole. I let out sigh after sigh at the intense pleasure I was feeling. Slowly he knelt up and flipped me on to my stomach then pulled me up on all fours. I felt him move around behind me. I hear a click and felt a cooling gel being liberally applied to my hole. I gasped and waited holding my breath. Slowly I felt the head of his cock nudging away at my hole very gently. A moan of delight escaped my lips as I felt my ass opening as he pushed his cock in my ass. There was certainly pain, but there was also excitement and comfort from the sensation of his beautiful cock head being buried in my ass. His hands clasped like vices around my hips as he began the long journey of pushing his shaft in, all the way to his balls. It seemed to take an age and every inch caused my head to snap back and moan, my legs shuddered with every stroke that filled my ass. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable, he wriggled his hips and gave one last push and I yelped in pain and felt his balls tapping at my ass. He stayed there for a moment and began slow deep thrusts hardly take his cock out but making sure I felt that he was fully inside my body. He leaned over the top of me and placed his arms either side of mine, still balls deep in me he began to slowly grind his hips against my ass. The sensation was incredible. Involuntarily I shouted "Oh fuck!" Whispering in my ear, he reminded me "I'm gonna plough you and plant my poz seed deep inside, there is no going back now." Reality snapped back and I decided this was not such a good thing. As I opened my mouth to speak his left arm disappeared from view as I felt it tighten around my waist locking me in to position. He laughed as he sensed I had second thoughts and said "A little security to make sure you don't try to slide off when I start planting my seed." His thrusts began to get harder and faster, my moaning and gasping aroused him even more. My body was immobilised and I knew I would not be escaping this. I began to relax and started enjoying the fucking my ass was getting, urging him to go harder. Suddenly he grunted, his hips locked up tight against me. His cock gave an almighty pulse as I felt the warm liquid shoot in to my ass "Fuck" I screamed, another pulse of liquid planting deep inside me. I was in heaven as he continued releasing seed and planting it deep. As he relaxed he collapsed on top of me pinning my body on the bed, I pulled my ass cheeks wider and he gladly obliged and pushed his cock in even further. His cock still buried inside he rolled me on to my side with the arm that had held me in position, pulling me close up to him, his other arm went across my chest. It was obvious I was not going anywhere soon, so I relaxed and fell asleep. We woke in the morning still in the same position and I felt his cock was still where he left it. He kissed me on the neck as he slowly extracted his cock from my ass. I was still in a little shock at how much of a slut I had been. Still, I rose and dressed as I need to head home, shower and get to work. As he opened the door he commented "We will be doing this again."
    2 points
  14. My Conversion After high school, I left my small town for the military and never looked back. All through my sexual exploration I had fucked around with both boys and girls. I had the captain of the football team and the head cheerleader after my cock, and a nice cock it is too. I guess before I go any further I should describe myself: 5’10, #160 of muscle, blonde hair, blue eyes; a wrestler’s build; 8” of uncut cock and a nice set of low hanging balls. Basically out on my own, I kept up my bi-sexual ways when I could. Being in the military back in the early 90’s meant being closeted about fucking around with guys or you were in big trouble. But as they say, any hole in a storm; or sometimes if I was in the mood, any cock in a storm. I never worried about pregnancies with the girls, and since most of the guys I fucked around with were also military, condoms were rarely used. I never kept track of the girls I fucked; after all if they got knocked up it was their problem to deal with, at least in my mind. When I got out of the military after my four years and settled in Washington, DC, I still kept slutting around, but more and more often it was with guys and fewer girls or women caught my eye. Eventually I settled down with one of my regular fuck buddies, Dave, and over time we seemed to become a couple. We’d often find a third or more to add to our fuck fests, but it was always the two of us that stayed the night after kicking the other guy out. Then came the day, about two years after I left the military, that the one person I cared about as more than just a fuck screwed me over. Dave and I always bet on the games: football, baseball, basketball; college or pro, it didn’t matter what it was we loved to bet on just about everything. Sometimes it was for money, but mostly they were bets of a sexual nature; who would bottom, who would find the next third for us, who would wear the sexy undies. Little did I know that these bets would forever change my life. One day I lost, and Dave wanted me to bottom for Steve, a guy he knew. So Dave set it up. Steve was a big guy, not fat, just imposingly tall, thickly build, and a monster cock. The night Steve was to fuck me, we started off with a few drinks in the living room before moving things to the bedroom. Dave undressed me as I undressed Steve. Dave remained dressed, and said he just wanted to watch tonight. He had done this before, so I thought nothing of it at the time. Once Steve and I were naked, we crawled onto the bed and began to make out, both of our cocks slowly rising to attention as we kissed and our hands roamed over each other’s bodies. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, we moved around on the bed to 69. Steve was a great cocksucker; and if the moans he made around my cock were anything to go by, along with his still growing cock, he was enjoying my skills on his cock. It seemed like only minutes, but when Steve pulled his cock out of my mouth, I noticed that we had been sucking each other off for almost half an hour. He had me lay on my back, and he went back to working my cock, then my balls and eventually pushing my legs up and enthusiastically eat-out my hole. His tongue felt great pushing into my tight hole, opening it up with his spit. After eating me out for a while, he began to add fingers into the mix, really opening my hole up for his cock. I was writhing on the bed from the pleasure of his tongue and his fingers as they worked over my hole, getting it ready for his cock. Once he had sufficiently loosened-up my hole, he moved up my body and positioned his now leaking cock at my entrance. “You want this?” Steve asked. I looked over at Dave, who gave me a nod. “Yes, slide it in me.” I told Steve. “Ok, I’m going to fuck you till I fill you up with my cum." “Go for it. Get that cock in my ass.” Ah, if only I had known at the time what he really meant, why he asked me if I wanted it. Now, Steve was a great fuck, and his cock sank deep into my hole, opening it up and going in deep. He really pounded my hole, and, although rougher than I normally took, it felt strangely wonderful and liberating to have this beast of a man fucking me with his huge cock, which was much bigger than Dave’s average-sized cock or, for that matter, my above-average cock. He lasted about 30-40 minutes, and we changed positions a couple times, but never once did his cock leave my ass. He varied the thrusts between fast rabbit-punch type thrusts and slower deeper thrusts that really opened me up. I was moaning and enjoying the fuck the entire time. When Steve finally said he was close to cumming and was going to flood my ass with his cum, Dave moved to the bed and with Steve’s final thrust Dave kissed me and rubbed my head. Steve collapsed on top of me as his cock kept firing jet after jet of his cum deep in my ass. I milked his cock to get every drop of his cum into my ass. When he finally started to pull out, Dave moved down and cleaned his cock off for him. Then Dave took a plug out of the desk drawer and inserted it into my hole. I felt nice to be full again after the emptiness I had felt after Steve pulled out of my ass. It had been an exhausting fuck, and I laid on the bed drifting in and out as Steve dressed and Dave showed him out. After locking up, Dave came in, stripped and climbed into bed with me. He snuggled up to my back, and we both fell asleep, I never even came during the entire session. About 4:00 A.M., I woke up with a raging hard-on, and my sexy boyfriend lying next to me. He was back to me, so I began to rub my cock against his ass, he moaned and pushed back against me. We had both often fucked the other in the wee hours of the morning, so I slid my cock into Dave and soon filled his ass with my spunk. Afterwards I fell back asleep, my cock gradually softening in his now cummy hole. Weeks passed, more bets were made and paid up. We fell back into our routines and I didn’t think about the night with Steve again till about a couple of months later when I got terribly sick. I was nauseous, had chills, and sometimes even had trouble getting out of bed. Dave took care of me the whole time. About a week after I got better I went to the clinic for my regular STD screenings. I am sure you have figured out by now what happened when the results came back: I was HIV positive, had been for about a month and a half. When I looked back at it, everything had been there, under a subtext, perhaps, but definitely there - had I thought to examine the facts. I was pissed! Pissed at Dave for doing it to me, at myself for letting it happen, at the world for this disease existing. When I got over to Dave’s I really laid into him about it. Even though he was slightly bigger than me, I shoved him to the floor, rolled him onto his stomach, and pulled down the back of his sweatpants exposing his ass. I pulled my rock hard cock out of my jeans and just shoved it into his ass. He screamed in pain then started crying and telling me he was sorry. "You fucked up my life and now I am going to fuck up yours you fucking bastard!” I screamed at him as I pounded away as his ass, with no prep whatsoever. I felt my death seed getting ready to get shot into the first ass knowingly since I had become positive. “Here it comes, fucker! Your first injection of my poz seed!” With that, I planted my cock deep in his ass and let shot after shot of my now toxic seed fill his ass as I rested on top of his sobbing body. I slowly pulled out, and saw on my cock a mix of ass juice, cum and the pink tinge of blood. I rolled him onto his back, and shoved my cock into his mouth, ordering him “Clean that cock up fucker! From now on, you will take my seed in your cunt till you get pozzed up too!” Once my cock was cleaned, I sat back, drained of emotion and Dave lay on the floor, his pants still bunched beneath his ass and tears streamed down his cheeks. After the hurt and anger had settled, we sat down and talked. Dave told me of how he had wanted us to become poz together and then spread it around to all our conquests. He had told Steve that I wanted to get pozzed but that I had not told him, but he had found out and wanted to give it to me as a present. Dave told me that he wanted the bug too, and that he would take every fuck I gave him till he came down with the fuck flu. Then with both of us poz, we’d start spreading our seed around and poz up every guy we could, even the ones who played 'safe only' with the same doctored condoms we used to stealth when we were neg. I kissed him, and told him to go get his ass in the bed because I was going to breed him all night and fill him so full of my toxic cum that he would be poz within a week.
    2 points
  15. Part 1: Ryan and the Scally Lads "Are you sure you want to do this?" Jared asked, absentmindedly brushing his blond hair out of his face. "Yes. Definitely.” Ryan tried to not roll his eyes. “Come on... aren't you even a little bit curious?" Jared looked at the the building in front of them. They were in a part of Manchester he hadn’t been to before. It was dark, and the object of their interest was in the basement of an old building that hadn’t served its original purpose (probably some kind of industrial space) in decades. There was a sign but the name was generic enough that neither he nor Ryan would have known what it was — a gay “sauna” — except for the ad they had seen in a magazine in one of the bars on Canal Street. "No. I've got a pretty good idea what goes on in there. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I have to be a slag. Don't you want to save yourself for someone special?" Ryan knew exactly who that "special" person for him was in Jared's mind: Jared. He and his friend were both Mormon, had been raised in the same ward (congregation), and — around the time they hit puberty — had felt drawn together. For Ryan, it was simply because they had something in common... they were both gay in a church that didn't look on that very favourably. For Jared, it was more. He believed they were "destined" to be together. Ryan had tried to let his friend down easy. Jared just wasn't his type. Even now when they had been bar hopping on Canal Street, Jared dressed like he was on a church outing. He wouldn't even drink alcohol. With his thin and hairless body he was the picture of a typical twink. He was cute but didn’t do anything for Ryan sexually. Ryan had always been attracted to rougher guys. Council estate lads who would shock his middle class Tory parents back home in Essex (if he ever told them he was gay). Crass, tough, and a bit scary. That's what got him hard. But, no matter what Ryan did or said, Jared didn't want to hear it. "I stopped believing in soulmates around the same time that I stopped calling myself a Mormon.". Ryan said. It wasn’t the first time he had said that (or something similar) to Jared but his friend still looked hurt at his words. "I'm going in. You coming?" "No. I don't think so. I'll wait for you over on Canal Street for awhile... in case you change your mind." "I won't." "Just... just be careful. Ok? Be safe. I've heard guys don't always wear condoms in places like this." It was good advice, Ryan decided. He didn't want to get sick. He was on the rowing team for the university and knew his tight body was his best feature. Well... tight body, dark hair, blue eyes... and a butt to die for. He had not yet done anything other than sucking a cock or getting sucked... but he had watched enough porn to know that he was a bottom. Which was, of course, another reason he knew there was no future for him and Jared... what were two bottoms supposed to do together? But no. He had not yet surrendered his ass. Tonight, however, he was determined to change that. Tonight, he would lose his virginity. "I’ll be safe. And thanks." He gave Jared a friendly hug, walked down the steps, and into the building. Jared waited where he stood for a couple minutes, ignoring the leering look some drunk gave him, before turning around and walking back to Canal Street and the bars. Inside, Ryan paid his admission and passed through a turnstile. He wasn’t sure what to expect... but the somewhat generic locker room wasn’t it. Still, he guessed it made sense. He knew guys walked around with nothing on but a towel ... so they needed to secure their clothes somewhere. He was pleased when he saw a couple other guys checking him out as he got undressed. They weren't his type ... but it made him hopeful he wouldn’t just be ignored. He wrapped the towel he had been given around his waist and set off to explore. Despite his bravado with Jared, and his sincere desire to have "real sex", he was nervous. How would he know a guy was interested? How would they know he wanted to get fucked? Should he tell them he was a virgin? He started with a walkthrough of the bathhouse to see what it was like... and to give himself time to calm down. There was a jacuzzi and a steam room, then showers, then a TV room. Steps led down to a short tunnel and then back up to several areas with different types of booths. Then another tunnel that led back over to the entrance from the locker room. Then, as he was turning a corner, he ran face first into a man coming in from the lockers. The man smelled like he had been working hard all day and hadn’t showered before coming to the sauna. Not dirty, just a little sweaty. He was about Ryan's age — maybe a year or two older. About 6 feet tall and lean. He had close cropped ginger hair and a nose that looked like it had been broken sometime. There was a tattoo on his hip but the towel covered almost all it it so it wasn’t clear what it was. Not a “pretty boy”... but incredibly sexy in Ryan's eyes. Ryan's dick was hard instantly. "Oi! Watch where you going, boy." "I'm so sorry. My fault. I wasn’t looking where i was going.". Ryan stammered. Two other men stepped out of the locker room, glancing at Ryan before turning to the man he had run into. "What's all this noise, you ginger cunt?" It was more banter than an actual insult. The man who spoke had 'dirty blond' hair and blue eyes. Unlike every other man Ryan had seen so far, he was wearing a pair of shiny black trackies instead of a towel and expensive looking trainers on his feet. His upper body, however, was bare. He wasn’t fat, not even remotely, but he had just a hint of a belly. Still muscled though. Just the kind of muscles you get from hard work not working out. The ginger man sneered at his two friends. "This little bitch ran into me. I think he wanted to see what a real man feels like." Ryan blushed and tried to stammer out another apology. "I think you're onto something there Scotty. Look how hard his little dick is." Ryan didn’t think his dick was "little" (it was about 5 1/2 inches) but he was hard as a rock. "Yeah. What fag boi wouldn’t be hard at the thought of this?" Scotty groped himself through the towel. Fuck! He was hung. Ryan couldn't take his eyes off what looked to be eight inches... and not yet fully hard. He just stood and stared. "You know what we have here lads?" The third man spoke for the first time. He was a bit shorter than the other two, maybe 5’ 10”, but was the most muscular of them. His hair was dark like Ryan's but his eyes were brown. "I think you've found a virgin." The ginger smiled and seemed, suddenly, to be friendly. He put his arm around Ryan's shoulder.. Ryan couldn’t stop himself from inhaling a deep breath of the man's musk and sweat. He smelled soooo good. "Is that true, boi? Are you hiding a cherry under that towel?" "Well... kinda. I mean I've sucked a guy off before." "Thats just foreplay." The guy in the trackies laughed. "If you've never had a dick in your ass, you're a virgin." Unsure what to say, Ryan just nodded. "That's shameful!". The ginger man said with mock seriousness. "I can't believe some guy hasn't claimed that prize yet. A fine piece of ass like you.” He turned to his friends and winked. “I think we should help him out lads." The other two nodded and agreed. Not even trying to hide their smiles. "You want that, boi? You want me to fix that ‘cherry problem’ of yours?" Ryan looked at the three studs who now had circled him. Like sharks. Hungry sharks. Hungry — and very sexy — sharks. He took another whiff of the ginger man’s musk... he smelled like walking sex. A wet dream come true. "Please...?" was the only word he could form. "Good boi.". The third man, the muscular one with dark hair, smiled. "I'm Troy. This... " he gestured vaguely at the guy in track pants. "... is Connor. And you probably figured out that this ginger fucker’s name is Scotty." "I'm ... I'm Ryan." He couldn’t believe his luck at meeting up with these three chavs. Or scallies as they called them here in Manchester. "Where you from, Ryan?". Connor asked as the three lads led him deep into the sauna... back to one of the areas with booths he had walked by earlier. "Essex." "Oh. We've got a posh boi here lads. Best be on good behaviour." "No. No. Really... just be yourselves. I ... um... I like it." "Just yanking your chain, boi. Relax. You here at Uni then?" Ryan nodded, delighted as they seemed to ease him into their little group. "I never had much use for school myself.” Connor said. “Too many bullshit rules.” "Enough chatter.” Scotty interrupted. “The only thing Ryan here needs to worry about right now is my popping his cherry and setting him free." Ryan blushed but his cock strained even harder under his towel. Troy opened a booth door and gestured for Ryan to enter. The booth was filled wall to wall with a large mattress (if that was the right word.... more of a big cushion or pad) which was elevated enough that they had to climb in. It was large but still a little cramped when the four of them were all in and the door closed. It hadn’t occurred to Ryan until that moment that there would be witnesses to his deflowering. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the thought but didn’t want to look like a pussy in front of these guys and ruin his chance. Troy surprised him by pulling him in for a kiss. His mouth tasted of cigarettes and beer. Ryan wasn’t crazy about smoking ... but was too turned on to care. Troy lay down to the mattress, pulling Ryan down on top of him... which served to raise his ass up a bit. Scotty pulled the university student's towel off. The ginger man leaned over on top of Ryan so he could whisper in his ear. "You've got a lovely arse here, Ry. I'm gonna love WRECKING it." Ryan looked up nervously. "Ignore him. He just likes messing with you." Connor assured him. "But... well... he IS big. Especially for your first time. I do have something that can help though..." He pulled out a small brown bottle from a pocket on his trackies. "I don’t think I want to do any drugs..." "Oh its not like that. Just poppers. They just help you relax." "I'm not sure..." "Connor is right.". Troy said beneath him. "They really will help. Just give them a quick try. If you don't like them, no harm done... right?" Ryan nodded reluctantly. He reached for the bottle but Connor shook his head. "You’d better let me hold them. The last thing you want to do is spill them down your nose. Here, just take a big sniff..." A moment later and Ryan felt warm. Like he was blushing. And then just a little woozy. But he barely noticed as Scotty buried his face in his crack and started licking his hole. "Oh. My. Fuck!". Ryan moaned. The bottle was back under his nose. "Sniff." Connor said. Ryan didn't argue. ---- Jared looked out the window of the bar. He didn't really expect Ryan to give up or come to his senses so quickly, but he hoped he would. They were perfect for each other. It was so obvious to him. He couldn't understand why Ryan didn't see it. He hoped that, by letting Ryan "sow his wild oats", he would get this nonsense out of his system and be ready to settle down as boyfriends. He took another sip of his diet cola and decided to give Ryan a bit longer to come find him. ---- Ryan was in heaven. Scotty’s tongue, and the occasional finger, was still buried in his ass and Troy’s lips were still locked with his. The poppers had left him so horny he could scream. Connor lifted his head up. “I’m feeling left out, Essex boy. Why don’t you use your mouth on this?” He pulled his trackies down with one hand, just far enough to free his dick, and with the other hand pulled Ryan’s face into his crotch. Ryan opened his mouth and swallowed the cock. It wasn’t quite as long or thick as Scotty’s but it was still the biggest he had ever had in his mouth. He couldn’t help but gag a bit. Troy had the poppers now and placed them next to his nose. “Sniff, Ryan.” Ryan obeyed. Scotty had gotten a bit more aggressive with his fingers now... but the poppers helped him handle that as well. Troy had told him that Scotty needed to stretch his hole so he could enjoy his first fuck more. Ryan just wished the ginger was more careful with his fingernails... he was feeling a bit scraped up. Then... the tongue and fingers were withdrawn. “You ready? You ready for me to pop that cherry and make you the slut you were born to be?” Ryan pulled his mouth off of Connor’s cock but Troy held him tightly enough from below that he couldn’t really turn around to look at Scotty. “Fuck me!” “Bossy little bitch, aren’t ya.” Scotty sneered. He started running his cock up and down along Ryan’s ass. “Um. You’re going to use a condom, right?” Ryan pointed to the container on the wall that held condoms and lube. “Of course, boy. The lads and I always play safe.” Ryan couldn’t tell if Scotty was being sarcastic or if that was just the way he always talked. “You shouldn’t use those condoms though.” Troy told him. “There are guys who will tamper with them. We always bring our own...so we know what condition they are in.” “Oh cool. Thank you guys.” Ryan still couldn’t turn around but he could hear the condom being opened and rolled on Scotty’s cock. “Here. Give me your hand.” Scotty ordered. Ryan reached his hand back and Scotty placed his fingers around the big — no, massive — cock that was about to penetrate him. He could feel the johnny firmly in place. He felt some cold gel applied to his hole and pushed in with a couple fingers. There was a slight tingling sensation. “Lube with a numbing effect.” Scotty told him. “Will make your first time easier.” Ryan smiled nervously. “I’m really glad my first time is with you. You making this so perfect. Thank you.” “No worries.” Connor replied. “Maybe a boy like you knows, deep down, that he needs what we have to give him.” Ryan didn’t understand but didn’t have time to think about it as he felt the invader pressing against his hole. Scotty slapped his ass. “Don’t tighten up.” “Just relax and push down on his cock.” Troy said below him. “Better fill his mouth with that dick of yours, Connor.” Scott ordered. “I think he’s going to be a loud one.” Ryan didn’t resist as Connor’s cock filled his mouth again. And he tried to push back as Troy had suggested. But it hurt. Oh fuck! It hurt. Troy held the poppers under his nose again. He sniffed deep. Scotty slapped his ass again. Harder. Much harder. Startling him. But, apparently, it was enough to make his hole spasm open... as he found Scotty had managed to push the thick head of his uncut cock in. It felt like someone had shoved a cricket bat up his ass. He tried to cry out... but with Connor’s dick in his mouth it just sounded like moans. “Oh, fuck yeah.” Scotty grunted. “Your cherry will always be mine.” “You’re doing good.” Troy assured him. “Now push back and let him get more inside.” Ryan’s eyes were watering with the pain but he did as instructed. He had done it. He had a cock in his ass. And now, despite the pain, he wanted more. Scotty was not patient but it still took several minutes before that big cock bottomed out inside him. Before he finally felt Scotty’s heavy balls slapping his ass. Scotty slowly pulled back until just the head was inside. Then back again balls deep. Out. And in. After a few minutes of this action, Scotty pulled all the way out. Ryan could feel Scotty’s hands behind him, doing something. He had a moment of panic... was Scotty taking the condom off? He reached back but could still feel the condom there. “Don’t worry, slut. The condom was just sliding a bit... so I’m pulling it on me tighter. “ And then the cock was back in. Thrusting in. And sliding out. A few minutes later and Scotty pulled out again. He rubbed some more lube in Ryan’s hole. Connor leaned over Ryan, looking at his friend’s cock with a smile. “You’d better pull the condom REALLY tight. Make sure it stays on.” Ryan could feel Scotty’s hands stretching the condom tight behind him. After a moment Scotty groaned slightly. “Fuck yeah. Just like that.” Connor said with a smile. As the cock went in, Ryan decided the extra lube was really helping. This felt amazing. Better than it had just a moment or two earlier. Still, he reached back, trying to be subtle. The cock was deep in his hole but he could still feel the base of the condom so he breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m starting to think you don’t trust me, boi.” “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.” “Shhh.” Connor said. “Just get that mouth back on my cock.” Ryan did but couldn’t really focus on it. Connor, however, seemed content to just let it sit there for now. Scotty’s thrusts were getting stronger. More erratic. The cock seeming to swell up even more inside him. Every man knows what that means. Instinctively, Ryan started pushing back harder. Into the fuck. And was rewarded. “Yeah. You’re pushing me over the edge! Here it cums, you slut.” Scotty kept thrusting as he came before finally collapsing on Ryan’s back. His breath escaping in ragged bursts. After a few moments he pulled himself out of the hole and sat up. Connor withdrew his cock from Ryan’s mouth and Troy released his hold, allowing the student to sit up slightly and look around. Scotty had already wrapped his towel around his waist and was throwing the used condom in a small trash can in the corner. Ryan could just see the tip of the tattoo under the towel and again wondered what it was. Scotty smirked. “Looks like I may have used too much lube. It’s dripping out of you.” Connor moved behind him. “Yeah, man. That is a lot of ‘lube’. It would be a shame to let that go to waste.” He started rubbing his cock against Ryan’s hole. It took the student a moment to realise what Connor wanted. “Um. I don’t know. I’m a little sore.” “Oh come on.” Troy frowned. “We’ve helped you lose your cherry. Surely you wouldn’t hold out on us, would you? Besides, neither of our cocks is as big as what you’ve already taken. You’ll be fine.” “You both want to fuck me?” “Well not at the same time. I don’t think you’re ready for that. Yet.” Troy winked up at him. Ryan had to admit the cock rubbing against his hole was feeling good. “You have more condoms, right?” “Oh, yeah. Lots more. Just like the last one.” “Let’s do it.” Ryan thought Connor’s grunt as he slipped into his no-longer-virgin ass was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. Connor’s style was so different than Scotty’s had been. Where Scotty had thrust deliberately in and out, Connor’s were more like a rabbit fuck. Short but very fast thrusts. He didn’t want to insult the guys again, so he didn’t let himself reach around to feel for the condom. He had heard Connor opening it and say he had put it on. Why would he lie? Meanwhile, Troy kept kissing him, rubbing his nipples and dick, and giving him the poppers. Scotty was sitting in the corner watching them all while playing with his now soft cock. Connor reached the point of no return much quicker than Scotty had. “Fuck yeah. You little slut. Your fucking tight hole is going make me shoot.” Ryan realised he liked when they talked dirty to him. It was like he was in one of the pornos he watched online. “Yeah. Do it. Fuck me like a slut.” “Damn. That was so fucking hot to watch.” Scotty said a couple minutes later as Connor pulled out of Ryan. “Yeah, you dirty fucker.” Connor bantered with the redhead. “I know you get off on watching me fuck. You just wish it was your ass I was pegging.” “In your dreams.” Scotty sneered. “Looks like I used too much lube as well. Look at it flowing out of him now.” It was strange, Ryan couldn’t remember Connor adding more lube. He didn’t worry too much about it though. It was Troy’s turn. Troy’s style was completely different from the other two fucks. If Ryan had to describe it, he would say it was gentle. Almost romantic. It took Troy much longer to cum that the first two but he did eventually collapse on Ryan’s back after his cock spasmed deep inside him. “Damn.” He said as he pulled out. “It looks like we all used a little much ‘lube’. Your hole is a mess. Looks like you might have bled a little as well.” Ryan sat up and felt his ass. “Really?” “Don’t worry, it sometimes happens. Especially your first time. It will heal up in a day or two. Nothing to worry about.” Ryan nodded. His ass really was a mess. Whatever lube they had used was running out of his (now far less tight) hole and down his ballsack. “That was fun, slut.” Scotty said. “Welcome to the club.” “The club?” “Yeah. The former virgin club I mean.” Scotty sneered at him. It was a bit scary. But very sexy. “I doubt this will be the last time you get fucked. Will it?” “No. I liked it. I really liked it.” “Fuck yeah you did.” Connor added, pulling his trackies up. “You’ve worn the three of us out.” He opened the door. There were a few men outside listening to the action who looked in the opening door. Their hungry looks made Ryan blush. “Hope to catch you soon for a repeat.” Troy smiled. “We need to make sure that hole is well and truly broken in.” After they left, Ryan pulled the door closed but there was no latch. He should go, he told himself. If he knew Jared, he was still in a bar waiting for him. But he was so drained. He needed to rest for a few minutes first. He flipped the light switch off, laid down on his belly (his butthole was pretty sore now), and closed his eyes. Just for a minute he told himself... right before he fell asleep. He woke with a start as he felt someone move on top of him. “What the fu...” “Shhh, boy.” A stranger’s voice said to him. “I saw you in here with your juicy ass in the air and I could see what you want.” A hard cock pressed against his hole. He was so sore... but it felt so good. He pushed back and let it enter him. The stranger didn’t feel very fit or toned but, in the darkness, Ryan could ignore that. The stranger used him hard. Both of them grunting in exertion, thrusting together. Until the stranger came and pulled out. “Thanks.” Was all the stranger said as he got off Ryan and climbed out of the booth. In the light from the corridor, Ryan had saw him for the first time. The stranger looked to be about 60 with a flabby belly and a saggy ass. That was the moment he realised that had never seen the stranger put on, or take off, a condom. Had the old man just fucked him bare? Ryan was ashamed. He felt... dirty. Truly slutty. And not in a good way. He hurried out of the booth himself. He didn’t even stop to shower on the way to the lockers. Five minutes later he was out the door and back on the street. He didn’t think he could face Jared right now. He headed home telling himself he would talk to his friend tomorrow. He hurried into his apartment and to the toilet. Trying to push out anything inside him. But he didn’t see anything but more lube like Scotty, Connor, and Troy left behind. He breathed a sigh of relief. His phone rang. Jared. Not tonight he decided. He would talk to Jared tomorrow. He turned his phone off and took a shower. —— It was past closing time. Jared shivered in the cold night air outside the bars as he slipped his phone back in his pocket. He never should have let Ryan go into that place. He had been gone for hours and now wasn’t answering his phone. There was only one thing to do. He would have to go in and find his friend and get him out of there. NEXT: Jared and the jock
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  16. I'm flattered by guys on here who want to add me as a friend. But please know that if you add me as a friend, I assume I get to shoot my load into your unprotected ass. Deal?
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  17. Hi!!! Surely all tops here agree with me, about that nothing is more sexy than a well filled cummy ass. But, Which is the reason of this?, Why this preference is so universal among all bareback tops? I think that this has a evolutionary reason; In the caverns era, the competence among males to inseminate the female was very huge and hard (the genetical analysis demonstrates that all of us descend only from the 30% of males who ever lived, and from the 80% of females). So, there is a lot of ancient mechanisms to increase the reproduction possibilities. One of these was the increase of sexual desire (and eyaculation volume), if there was some "competence" triggers. One of these "triggers" was, of course, the presence of other males sperm in the vagina. In fact, the dick and glans has his characteristic "mushroom" form for a good reason; was designed to pull out the other male sperm from the vagina during coitus, and replace it with the own. This explains perfectly why a cummy ass is fucking hot!!! (the dick was designed to be introduced in cummy holes after all). Other of those ancients triggers is seeing the couple being fucked by other males, that explains the universal rise of the cuckhold/hotwife fetish.. So, what are your thought??, are the cummy asses so sexy because a evolutionary reason? Greetings!!!
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  18. Monday night after work headed to the video store near my job to see if there's any action before the storm would hit. As soon as I got to the back one guy is smiling at me rubbing his dick, so we headed to the booth area and I took good care of him. Not long after he popped in my mouth and I stepped out of the booth I noticed someone in the booth next to his and peeked in saw this guy stoking his eight inches. Closed the door fed the machine took a hit of poppers and took this guy. I must of done a good job because he was moaning almost immediately and he grabbed my hands and started bucking his hips thrusting further down my throat until he came. He was very pleased with my head game and said he can go to work with a smile
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  19. WOW! For a man like Manetti, an alpha male even when he bottoms, this is the hardest punishment. It's really the ultimate rape. Great writing, EVIL mind! What the fuck is next?!
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  20. Here it is, the best condom-to-bareback video ever. This time on twitter, so it will be region free: https://twitter.com/juan_krl0s/status/883536639246704640
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  21. I wish I could say I was shocked. It was all coming together for me now. The Biohazard Bus was real and I'd practically bought a ticket by missing clues. The free drinks, the CB radios, the careful scrutiny, the 'accidental' strobe light. I was caught off guard by Nick's betrayal but even that was exactly what the old guy had warned me about...giving your trust too freely. I'd have to deal with my carelessness now, take my medicine. Nick pulled me into the huge, black SUV. The dome light was covered with some black plastic of some kind. I think it was a trash bag. "You coming with us, Nick? Don't you have to work?" The voice asking belonged to the guy sitting next to me. At first I thought he was naked, but was wearing a jockstrap. "No. I need to come along this time. This is Jeff." A few of the passengers mumbled "Hi", but I couldn't see what they looked like because there was almost no light. I could tell I was in the second row of seats between Nick and the jockstrap guy. My best guess is that there at least four others. "Is he legal?," asked the driver. "Yup. I got a hold of his wallet at the bar and checked his driver's license. But get this -- he came looking for us. He wanted to see if it was real or a myth." "A volunteer? That's a first. I don't know how Marco is gonna like that. Did you slip something into his drink?" "Didn't have to. He drank a lot and then succumbed to my charms." "Yeah right. There's not that much booze in the world." I'll skip the remainder of the short ride except to say that I was bizarrely not panicked. I didn't once think to yell or struggle. Also, Nick had his arm around my shoulders again, but I was no longer stupid or drunk enough to think this was real affection -- he was keeping me under control and that was all. We ended up in a glaringly bright garage...like the professional kind, not residential. Weirdly, I first noticed how clean the concrete floor was. No dirt and no grease spots. Mentally, I was either in shock or denial or possibly I was excited. Probably a combination. I got a good look at my six captors. The jockstrap guy was about 50 - 55. average height, very skinny except for a beer gut, no body hair and assorted tattoos -- including one identical to the 'BB' tat on Nick's wrist. 'Biohazard Bus'. That had to be it. Jockstrap guy was also massaging his crotch into a full boner that was visible beneath the filthy jock. He seemed to be the leader. "Fuck! Nobody blindfolded him??! He can see us! Nick?" "It's okay, dude. I get the feeling that he's cool with all this. If not, I'll take care of it. Just don't film this time." "Fuck you. Just because you're bigger than me doesn't mean you're in charge...I'll taze you. Marco will expect to see something." "Well, fuckin' call him down here and he can watch for himself." Nick moved closer to me. "I don't know. He's been in bad shape lately." "I'll call him," a tall black guy around my age said. He had a great body that was a marred with long scars on his chest and stomach. Jockstrap leader seemed doubtful. "This is not how we do it, Nick. You better be right about this or you'll be in the kind of trouble there aren't words for." The other three guys ranged in ages from 30 to 60. One was white and other two were mixed. None of them were gorgeous but they weren't awful either. They were stripping down, leaving on their socks for some reason. A range of hard-ons bobbed up and down as if there was a breeze in here. The black guy came back from wherever and said "He's coming. He sounded almost normal. Almost. Dude's head is all wrong. Hope I die before that dementia shit kicks in." "You probably will. Go get the mattress, Sal." Sal walked over to the wall and drug over a red air mattress and plopped it on the floor. "Good job. Get his clothes off so I can breed his cute little ass." Nick - who was still clothed - stepped me and Jock. "I get him first, Pete." "Don't use my name, goddammit! You're pushing it now. Why do you think you get to go before me?" "I may have the virus, but I don't have all the other bugs you guys do. I don't want to catch your shit." Pete paused, considered. "Well...I guess you got a point. We need you to stay healthy as long as possible so you can find us more fresh ass." Nick looked down at me. "It'll be okay. Get your clothes off." I did without really thinking too much about what was about to happen. I was naked, but I didn't have an erection...until I saw Nick get naked. He had a dick that was a work of art. It was big but looked below average compared to his giant frame. He had a nice line of hair that went from between his nipples and went straight down to his pubes. I popped a boner instantly. "Whoa! That's a nice boy dick! I think he's in love with you, Nick," Sal said in a teasing voice. "I know he is." He gave me a smile and a wink. Pete cursed a little as I went down on the mattress with Nicks mass of flesh covering me. We were kissing again. Deeply, roughly. His facial stubble was wearing my lips raw. He whispered in my ear with that delicious deep voice: "I will be as easy as possible. You've never done any of this, have you?" I answered with my eyes. I didn't know what sex felt like. If it felt as good as masturbation did then I didn't see the problem. God, to be that stupid again. "Get on your hands and knees...it's easier that way." He was still whispering but then shouted out "Get me the lube somebody!" Sal or one of the others brought him a king-size tub of Vaseline. I got on all fours, but looked over my shoulder to watch him rub down his super hard dick with the jelly. I could do this...I knew I could. I wanted it. It wasn't until he stuck a greasy finger up my ass that I thought twice. It hurt in an unreal way. I grunted. "Try to relax a little, Jeff. Push your ass out like you're farting." He put another thick finger inside me. I tried to relax, but tell me -- how in the world does one TRY to relax? Pete got impatient. "Marco wants to see rape, Nick. Not a fucking Falcon video. Just cum in him and let us have our turn." I hated that guy. "He's a virgin, you asshole! If I don't ease him into this you guys will have to fuck a corpse!" "Wouldn't be the first time." I knew Nick was on thin ice with these thugs. "Go ahead, Nick. Cum in me." Some hoots and hollers erupted from the small group. I was thrilled with the whole scene now. ..or at least I was before Nick's fat cock head went inside of me. DAMN! I was sure I was going to die. I yelled "NO!" "Ain't nobody can hear you, kid. We really should have taped this." I don't know who said that. I didn't learn any other names. Nick was as gentle and slow as he could be without pissing off the BB crowd. It felt horrible, like my guts were being stabbed. I just decided to ride it out. There was an identical tub of Vaseline in the bathroom of the house I grew up in. I used it for the frequent chapped lips I had back then. I always wondered why we had such a big thing of it if that's the only thing it was for. I pictured all the other things about my childhood bathroom, anything to take my mind off the pain. Only now it wasn't so terrible. He had the length of his shaft all the way inside of me, but still being gentle. "Lift his head up a little so he can suck me." Ugh. That Pete guy. Okay...how bad could it be compared to what was going on down below? As Nick sped up the pace of his fucking, A dick was suddenly pushing between my lips. It was fairly large, but not in a bizarre way. "Do a good job or I'll break your neck." I found it hot. A man's private organ was in my private mouth. I just sucked as much of it as I could and that seemed to satisfy Pete. I was more focused on the dick that was deep inside my body. It was exquisite somehow, the sudden throb of pleasure from within. "Shit. I'm gonna fuckin' cum now, Jeff. I'm so sorry." My nerve endings didn't feel Nick's sperm shoot but my mind did. My soul did. You'd think that climax would have liberated me of my own load. It didn't. I was so empty when he pulled out and sighed. I regret that he and I were done, but I concentrated on sucking the dick snaking its way toward my throat. Turns out I was a natural cocksucker. No gagging, no gasping. I don't think Pete was expecting that. His breath quickened and he grabbed the sides of my head. "No. Not..now... I..." He shot his goo in my mouth. I swallowed. "No way is this guy a virgin. He's done stuff." The black guy (Sal) said, "Just look at all the blood, man. Look...it's all over the place. Nick's cock is as red as a stoplight. He gets two minutes to recover and then I'm going to fuck that shit." A bottle of beer to hydrate. I caught my breath and looked at the other dicks around me. Sure -- I could handle whatever they wanted to do. I was also still hard. I didn't once consider disease or my fate, I just lied down on my back. It's exhausting to get everything you ever wanted. I may have closed my eyes for a second. "You want it like that? I like it." Sal was standing over me with his long black wand hovering and bobbing. I wondered if those scars came from knife wounds...from prison maybe. He dropped to his knees and stared into my eyes. "I'd eat your ass, but it's a mess." "I understand." I didn't feel the bleeding. He lifted my legs up over his shoulders. It may sound odd but I was ready to be fucked again....ready to be full of cock once more. Sal was all too happy to do to do just. His tool was thinner than Nick's, but there was still a quick jab of pain when I was entered again. "Shit! He's still tight as fuck...even after all that." His breath was a little rank as he exhaled heavily. "It's secondhand, but it's so nice in there." His two fleshy lips pressed down onto mine. It wasn't the slightest bit romantic, but I found it sexy nonetheless. My hands wandered up his back and felt more scar tissue back there. I wandered if he'd been in a gang. My ass was making wet sounds as he just plowed in and out like a farm animal in heat. I winced and sucked in air between my clenched teeth. "Get your damn bald head out of the way, Sal. I want to sit on his face." I don't know who said that, but I soon found a heavy,hairy ass covering my nose and mouth. There was no poo smell--which I'd assumed there would be. I knew I had to work up the desire to lick and kiss the hole forcing it's way down. So much of what I was doing now seemed natural...as if I were getting instructions from an unknown part of my brain. Moans and cuss words came from both guys. I think they were close to climaxing when a loud 'slam' sound came from somewhere. "WHAT'S THIS?? I told you to wait for me!" Both dick and ass left me in an instant. Nick walked over and lifted me up by my shoulders. "Just stand, Jeff. Can you? Be calm." I was feeling okay until I looked down and saw that my socks were completely soaked with red blood. I was standing in a puddle of it. No way could all of this had come from me. "Marco is here. I'm so sorry."
    2 points
  22. at a gay resort in Palm Springs. Had an anonymous walk in from Grindr, bred me long and hard, twice. He was an awesome fuck and left my hole creamy and me horny. Went across the street to the play room and walked through. There is a 4 room set up in the middle, each room connected on two sides to two of the rooms, large 1 foot round holes in the center. i went into one of the rooms and saw a guy getting plowed through a gh. i went into the next room and saw the Top plowing him and reached through and stroked His thigh, then presented my ass. He ended up sliding into my ass and breeding it (which i'm kinda embarrassed and ashamed for taking the Top from that other guy). Apparently while this other guy was breeding me, 2 other guys walked into His booth and when He was done, each slid in and bred me. When they were done, i was getting ready to leave and this sweet black guy walked into my booth, motioned me to turn around, felt my cum sloppy hole and slid His cock in and didn't take long to add His load. Then everyone was gone, so i left.
    2 points
  23. Sound so good to me....I like my dick small... and wanna to lock it up in small cage.... I was born to satisfy those top guys
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  24. How I love to be greeted after a long day at work....
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  25. I know what I want for breakfast...
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  26. From: jockstrapwithjeans https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/5-loads-in-13-minutes-on-a-picnic-table-in-the-woods-34390231 I was cruising the woods in Florida. In just 13 minutes, five random horny rednecks who were out cruising the woods fuck my ass bareback on a picnic table, one after another, and dump their creamy loads in me. I was lucky that another guy walking by agreed to be the camera guy. Lots of close-ups of anal, face shots, cum shots! And lots of verbal! Sawmill campground in Dade City FL, March 3, 2018.
    2 points
  27. PART 3 We had taken a few steps down the hall when I realized I didn’t have my towel. He told me to just show off and let the guys see how hot I was. Normally, I would have been much more shy, but I was on a high from getting fucked. I don’t think we went more than twenty feet before we ran into someone my new friend knew. “Ron, glad I ran into you. I hope you haven’t cum yet tonight. I’d like you to meet my new friend Chris. Chris is here for the first time and also just took his first load.” Now, he looked at me. “Chris, you want to get fucked again don’t you?” I was embarrassed, but nodded. “Ron is hot, isn’t he”, he added. I nodded again. “Ron, what do you think of my new young friend? Is he fuckable?” Ron looked me up and down. “Chris, do you wanna go back to my room and we can become friends too? I think I got something you’ll like,” he said, and then dropped his towel open. He wasn’t hard yet, but it was obvious he had a big cut cock and massive shaved balls. I looked to my breeder for approval and he gave me a soft look and said “Chris, I’ll be here all night and you come back and find me before you leave. And if anyone gives you any trouble, you find me. And have fun. And do whatever feels good. Feed that hole. I know it’s hungry. Give in.” And then he leaned in and gave me a kiss and a swat on my butt and turned back. Ron grabbed my hand and led me to his room. I was 18, naked with a man twice my age leading me down to a tiny room, where he was going to fuck me. And I was nervous about being inexperienced and what he would be like and I was also super excited because he already knew I wanted to get fucked and that I had let his friend shoot his cum into me. And Ron was hot. He turned out to be 42. He was a little taller than me at 6 feet and thin, but not skinny. He was starting to lose his hair, but I thought that was hot too. Even soft his cock had looked big, with a nice cut mushroom head. But if his cock had looked Big, his balls had looked giant. As we entered his room and he shut the door behind us, I wondered, with hope, that maybe those huge balls meant more cum when he shot his load? As he turned to face me and dropped his towel, I tried to be cool, but I think my face and eyes betrayed me. I wanted this man badly. I wanted to be his bottom. I wanted him to shoot a massive load up from those giant balls. And I wanted that sperm inside me. There was never one second where I didn’t think to myself that I was making sure he came in me. Every drop. And as far as if he had HIV. I definitely thought about that. And had a total what are you doing discussion in my head. It was like I couldn’t stop myself and I decided it wasn’t going to stop me. If he even had HIV.
    2 points
  28. The Stables (Part 2) “Oh fuck…. oh God….. sweet fucking Jesus…. fuck me harder…” Greg moaned. The invading cock painfully penetrated his body, still he struggled to push himself onto the hard piece of flesh, determined to give the guy in the other booth the best possible experience. Greg also took pleasure in knowing the man penetrating his ass would shoot a big load into his body. The barback also worked to assist Greg in accommodating the full length of the invading cock, applying lube and some gentle pressure to Greg's body, and sure enough, before too terribly long Greg felt the cold wooden wall against his ass cheeks, a sensation that brought a real sense of achievement to him. The top, meanwhile, realizing he had reached full-depth, vigorously churned his rock-solid cock into the accommodating cunt, mumbling "Fuck, man, nice - your virgin pussy is so fucking tight.” Greg could hear other voices encouraging the stallion to increase the speed, calling out ‘Wreck his cunt’ and ‘Make him bleed’ and ‘Use him like the whore he is' were tossed about. ’ they cheered. By this point Greg was breathing heavily, and truthfully wished the experience didn't hurt so much, but he considered by advice the barback offered, that by the fourth or fifth dick the pain would subside, and he would readily be able to accommodate the biggest dick. Taking comfort in the advice Greg voluntarily reached behind himself, forcibly separated his cheeks, thereby allowing the stallion's cock to slip in just a bit deeper. “You stupid whore, I’m gonna spray my poz load into you soon” the guy on the other side grunted, adding “Come on, milk my cock. Use your greedy cunt to pull the poz load out of my balls.” Greg felt the stallion's cock punching in and out of his twat, and it seemed as if the top was loosing his self control, a suspicion which was ratified when the stallion groaned and snorted loudly, announcing “I’m shooting my junk into you, you whore… Do you feel my dirty cum, bitch?” The barback smiled, giving Greg a thumb up for a great job, also admonishing him to remain still for a minute or so, allowing the stallion's balls sufficient time to shoot their entire load into Greg's hole. Greg complied, standing still, his ass chute centered on the hole in the wall. After the guy withdrew his cock from Greg’s cunt, the twink turned around and knelt in front of the hole, thanking the poz fucker for his cum saying “Thanks for giving me your poz load, Sir. Feel free to reload me anytime.” Tom, the barback, couldn’t believe it. He watched the boy kneeling in front of the glory hole, thanking the first AIDs bloke to demolish his cunt. He almost felt sorry for him, that he and his buddies had taken advantage of an innocent in this fashion. Tom had worked as a barback for two years, but had never experienced a scenario such as that in which he had just participated. Tom, like virtually every man with whom he crossed paths, knew about the risks of bareback sex. Still, Tom considered, there are always guys who are completely innocent and inexperienced - such as the mare in the booth. This feeling didn’t last long, as another cock pushed through the glory hole and a grumpy voice told Gregory to stop this fucking advertisement and get his twat back to the glory hole and onto his cock. Greg was excited feeling the next guy required attention to his cock and so he got up and turned around. He reached for the dick behind him and led it to his freshly pozzed cunt. This time the pain was more bearable this time. Greg’s eyes were closed while he enjoyed the feeling of being fully stuffed again. The bartender told him, he had to take care of other things outside, but would be back later on. Outside he saw the fucker, who just unloaded his toxic seed into the adolescent guy. He was talking to some pals about the slut they were corrupting right now. Tom congratulated him for the great job and saw the bloody streaks on the still semi hard cock. “I hope, you don’t mind” he said and knelt down in front of the bloke, starting to lick the virgins ass juices away from the dick. He loved to taste the innocent boy’s ass for the very last time. Everything was going as planned. Meanwhile the second guy ripped Greg’s cunt open mercilessly. With the first deposit he had enough lube to fuck the whore. “Slut - Push your ass against the wall bitch… where are you going? I said, against the wall you low life. Don’t make me come over there. That’s better, dick ditch,” the guy snorted obscenely. The fellow enjoyed Greg's tight slit and concentrated on his mission to damage the mare on the other side of the partition so a different strain would get a chance to contaminate the young mare. He knew once his venom would be in his victim another guy would work his cum into the slut’s system. He wouldn’t know what had hit him….. Greg tried his best to satisfy the stallion, now convinced he had been born expressly to be on the receiving end. He wanted to actually move his ass, but it seemed to be the best to keep his asshole close to the wall and let the dude take all the action. He tried to imagine the guy on the other side, but in the end it was not important. He was just another hole - right next to the hole in the wall. Greg gasped for air. The guy on the other side hammered his prick hard into Greg’s body, which lead Greg to beg “Fuck me harder. It hurts so good man.“ “Yeah… I will seed you with my cum. You deserve it” the guy on the other side chuckled, adding “Do you want me to breed you now bitch?” “Yeah man…. breed me. Give me your load man…. Give me your fucking load please.” Greg begged. He got his wish when his ass was flooded with hot and sticky cum, while the stallion on the other side of the partition wall cursed loudly. That morning Greg hadn't been truly certain that his decision to seek-out The Stable had been the right decision, but at least at this moment Greg was convinced he existed solely to get fucked. Even as the stallion in his ass was pumping his poz load into his ass, Greg couldn’t wait to get another cock up his cunt. Oh, and his cunt was already leaking. It felt great…
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  29. I was 22 and decided to go camping at the lake one July, just to enjoy the summer a bit before it was over, and to get away from the gay life I had just began exploring. After getting everything set up, I sat down beside the fire and continued drinking my beer. Other than the sound of some soft voices at distant camp sites, the camp site was very quiet. Just as my fire was dying down for the night, I heard someone approaching on the path which led to the main trail. I recognized the man from a neighboring site, as I had walked past earlier on my way to my site. He was about 50, bushy gray beard almost hiding his sunken face, and wearing only jeans and boots. His torso had no fat, cept for a small belly paunch which didn't seem to fit his otherwise scrawny frame. He reminded me of some of older guys at the bar who'd been ravaged by HIV before treatments improved. In his hand was a liquor bottle, which was half empty. As he got closer, I could see he had a septum piercing, a thick ring resting on his bushy 'stache. I called out a friendly hello as he came near the fire, and he raised his bottle as if to toast me, then took a giant gulp of the brown liquid. He sat down on a log next to the fire, and we began talking. I was drunk, but this guy was shitfaced. Friendly as hell though, so I didn't mind. He was asking me all sorts of questions, what brought me here, was I having fun, etc. I just told him I was only here to chill out, and get drunk. He laughed and handed me his bottle and said "Drink up, buddy." I figured what the hell so I took a few gulps and felt the burn going down my throat. We kept talking, until finally I got up to go piss at the edge of the campfire. Just as I was thinking how drunk I was getting but having fun regardless, he appeared standing beside me, pulled-out his dick, and also took a piss. I jumped a bit, but still kept pissing, noticing he seemed to be studying my stream, so I looked over at his as well. He shook his cock a little to break my stare, and I looked over at his face. He had a different look now. Intense and not as friendly as before. I wasn't sure what to say, and before I could figure it out he turned and started pissing on my exposed cock and shorts. I couldn't move as inside I was panicking. I'd never thought of anything like this, and here a stranger was pissing on me and I didn't know what to do. His stream stopped and I felt his hand on my shoulder, pushing down. I'm not sure why I did it, but I got on my knees facing him. He stepped forward, his dangling cock right in front of me, and began pissing down the front of me, soaking my shirt before lifting his cock and aiming right for my face. His hot urine splashed in my eyes and ran down my cheeks, and he put his hand on top of my head and ordered me to open my mouth. Again, not sure why but I did exactly as he told me. He let loose another steam of piss right into my mouth, and commanded me to swallow at all, like a good pig. I began gulping and swallowing what I could. I was repulsed, but doing my best. When his stream stopped, I opened my eyes to see his hard cock jutting out a full eight inches, his fat cockhead still wet with piss. It was a sharp contrast to his lean frame. With his hand still on my head, he guided my head forward into my open mouth, and began fucking it. A few minutes later, he pulled his cock out and began rubbing it on my face, telling me I was a good whore and to stand up. Standing there, I noticed that despite my wet clothes and taste of piss and cock in my mouth, my cock was standing at attention. The stranger grabbed me by my cock and led me to my tent. He stripped my clothes outside the door, and led us inside. He had me remove his boots and jeans, and then lay back as he climbed on top of me. I was turned on as well as scared, and he began sucking my neck, tonguing my ears, and finally kissing me deeply. The feel of his big beard brushing my body was unbelievable, and my cock got even harder as his aggressive foreplay continued. "You're my whore tonight, boy, so relax and enjoy" he said. I didn't reply, and soon his fingers were playing with my hole, trying to push into my hole. I moaned, and he laughed, calling me a virgin, but quickly adding not for long. He climbed onto my chest and began jerking his cock right above my face, commanding me to lick his fuck stick. I began lapping my tongue on the underside of his head, and he laughed and told me what a good pig I was and to keep eating his toxic precum. When I heard him say that, I damned near panicked but his weight held me down. I tried to raise up but he smacked my face hard with his hand, telling me to lay the fuck still. He grabbed his cock and smacked it on my lips, telling me to open wide or else I'd taste the back of his hand again. I opened wide, and he began slow fucking my mouth. "That's it piggy, suck my toxic cock like a good whore!" His thrusts continued, and the taste of his precum grew stronger. Deeper and deeper into my throat he fucked, until I was sure I'd puke. I began gagging hard and he pulls his cock out, covered in my thick saliva. Next, he's twisting my arm around as he slid off my chest, forcing me to move in the direction he's pulling it. I'm half screaming as he twists, and finally I was on my stomach as he held my arm roughly behind my back. "Now get on your knees, pig" he said, twisting my arm to ensure my cooperation. I fumble to do as he says, as the pain he's inflicting on my arm is intense. "Good pig- now put your other hand on your back." Grabbing my free hand, he was now holding both in place on my back, as he scoots in right behind me, his cock pressing into my crack. He seems to clear his throat, but then I hear and feel him spit a goober on my ass. He repositioned to hold my arms with one hand, and grabs his cock with the other and begins rubbing his cock and spit into my hole. I quietly ask him to please let me go, but he ignored me, steadily pushing into my hole, slowly, in and out thrusts, but I had clamped tight, trying to prevent his entrance. Again he spat onto my hole, as his thumb slid in deeper as he murmured "There we go, piggy, open up for Daddy." Working his thumb in and out, telling me he was coating my whore cunt with his precum. From the slickness of his thumb as it moved freely in my ass, and I knew he isn't lying. Suddenly, his thumb was replaced by four inches of his cock. It took my breath away, but he didn't pause until he was fully buried in my ass. "Good piggy, I'm gonna show you how I make a man my whore" he said, as he slowly fucked my virgin hole. "Oh yeah fuck. I'm leaking my load inside you now boy. You like that? You want your new Daddy to knock you up and make you his toxic pig? Pop your pussy cherry and knock you up all in one night? Make you a fuck whore for the rest of your life?" His cock was thrusting harder, and I could hear the sloshing noises as my ass loosened to his fucking. He then started his final assault. " That's it baby, milk Daddy's dirty seed into your cunt. Drain it baby." He plunged forward, pulling my arms back and making me scream, holding his cock in as deeply as possible. I felt his cock pulsate stream after stream, coating my guts with his load. In that moment, when I was completely helpless and forever changed when a stranger came inside my ass, my cock spurted the biggest load of my life. Afterwards the stranger released my arms, and I chose to remain perfectly still as his cock stroked gently in and out of my hole. He spent the rest of the night in my tent, and the rest of the weekend. By the time I left, I had eight poz loads in my ass, and my new Daddy.
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  30. They were a perfect match, Benji and Brodi. The Baxter twins. Most identical twins try to differentiate themselves from each other, but not Benji and Brodi. They both had light red hair cut straight just above their bright sky blue eyes. Button noses perched above full, pink, pouty lips that created dimples when they smiled. And their skin was a creamy smooth paleness that covered their petite, slender, 5'7" frames. I had spent many times over the last couple of years jerking off while secretly watching the boys next door. This summer would be different. The boys were 18 now and had just graduated from high school. Just ripe for the picking. Their parents had left for the summer on an extended European vacation, leaving the twins home alone. And you know the trouble teenage boys can get into when left alone. And I was more than willing to help. My name is Dax. I'm a youthful 45 with thick, dark hair, brown eyes, and plenty of hair covering my muscular, 6' frame. Perfect Daddy material. My crowning glory was my thick, 8 inch cock with a bulbous head and huge veins running up and down it. It looked like an angry monster when hard. Perfect to breed some sweet boy ass. I didn't waste time starting my plan in motion. It started simply enough. First by inviting the boys over for beers and a movie one night, which they readily accepted. What boy wouldn't want to drink like a man? I made sure not to run the air condition so the house was a little warm, and I was just in my underwear. I also made sure to wear a pair of boxers that would gape open "accidentally" while we were chillin. After the first beer the boys shed their shirts and just sat around in their shorts while we watched an Adam Sandler movie. I had to try not to get erect staring at their smooth chests with large, pink nipples. After all, I didn't want to rush too fast and scare them off. I wanted them to trust me before I changed their world forever. A couple nights later we had movie night again. This time I wore a pair of white boxer breifs that outlined my cock perfectly. The boys took off their shirts right away and settled down with their "cool" neighbor with beer in hand. That night we watched a movie with lots of nudity and sex, and I started to up the ante and brought out my bong. "Wanna get stoned boy's?" I casually asked. "Fuck yea!" exclaimed Brodi. He was the more alpha of the two. "You are the coolest, dude!" I packed a nice fat bowl and we passed it around. As soon as it was gone, I packed another one. The weed and more beer had the boys loose and giggly. We got the munchies and pigged out on pizza and junk food while we put in another movie and bullshitted. Of course it didn't take long for the conversation to turn to sex. They already knew I was gay, and that didn't bother them. Kids these days aren't as freaked out by it, they all know gay people. I learned more about them that night. Neither of them were virgins, but had only each fucked one girl. The interesting thing was they lost their virginity together, in the same room, at the same time. It made me wonder what else the boys had done together. We smoked more weed and we were all as high as fuck. The boys started asking me all kinds of questions about gay sex. What was it like to suck a cock, or fuck an ass, or take it up the ass. I answered all their questions honestly, thinking how easy this would eventually be. All the talk about sex made the boys get hardons that they tried to discreetly adjust in their shorts. I decided to move just a little quicker than planned. Standing up, my own hard cock clearly outlined in my breifs, I popped in a porno. I made sure it was a bi porn for the first time. And I passed the bong around again. The boy's eyes were glued to the movie and they gently rubbed their groins. I just took my hard cock out and started jacking it. "Don't be shy boys. I don't know about you, but pot gets me fuckin horny! You don't have to be embarrassed about jerking off. It's natural, we all do it." "We're not embarrassed," said Brodi, pulling out his dick, "we jack off all the time. Kind of hard to hide when you share a room." Benji's eyes were just glued to my throbbing cock as he pulled his own dick out, not saying a word. Brodi's eyes were glued to the hot action on the screen. I was amazed how quickly I got these two sexy boys to pull out their teen cocks. And such pretty cocks, identical to each other, just like the rest of them. They were uncircumcised, about 6 inches, and leaked lots of precum. So sexy! I decided to push things further. "Have you ever jacked each other off?" I asked. "Yea," Brodi answered. "Its awesome to have another hand on your dick." "Yea it is," I said, "have you had a blowjob?" "No," said Brodi, "those chicks wouldn't suck us." "Pity," I said, lust taking over my mind, "they don't know what they're missing!" With that said, I bent down and engulfed Benji's cock, since he was next to me. He just gasped in surprise and pleasure as I expertly deep throated him. I furiously sucked him in and out, using all my best tricks, and very soon he erupted in my mouth, feeding me a big load of 18 year old cum. As Benji layed there in a state of extasy, I quickly dove on his brothers cock. Brodi was of course expecting this, and grabbed the back of my head, pumping his dick down my throat. "Oh fuck! That feels so fucking good dude! Oh my God! That's so much better than those chicks we fucked!" He too was soon pumping a hot load down my throat, mixing his twins sperm down in my belly. I pulled off and sat back, furiously jerking my own cock. Just as I was about to cum, I got the surprise of the night as Benji just leaned over and took my cock in his mouth. Oh god it was so sweet feeding that boy my load, and he did his best to swallow it down like I did. His brother just watched in amazement as Benji ate my cum. As we lay in a post orgasm haze, I half expected the boys to leave in embarrassment. But they just stayed, their spent dick hanging limp. I passed another bowl around, knowing our next meeting would be their true turning point.
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  31. Was in Dallas last weekend and ended up at Midtown Spa. Saw this hot white guy, probably 22, in the wet sauna. He motioned for me to come over, and I pulled him into a dark corner, and got on my knees. As soon as my lips touched his cock, he immediately took control. He grabbed me by the hair and raped my throat... at times I was struggling to breathe as he pounded his cock in and out. When I made a choking sound, he slapped me hard across the face — which hurt so bad, and turned me on so much. He used me as his personal recepticle for almost 10 minutes like that, before pressing my face deep into his crotch and dumping five ropes of cum right down my throat... I couldn't even taste it. After that he slapped me again, and walked away. I was so turned on, I just jerked myself off right there in the corner, with several guys watching and smiling at how much of a fucking cum whore I was. I nutted into my hand, then swallowed it before heading out into the rest of the spa to find more fun.
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  32. This whole thread is why I waterproofed the floor of my playroom--so we can let go anywhere. I have fucked the piss out of some men. Fisted the piss out of many. And that's before all the mutual watersports....
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  33. Do you have any suggestions?
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  34. Last night i had my social worker review from the hiv clinic. He is a new hadsome guy, full of tattoos a bear and green eyes, very big large man. As soon as i step,to his office we just look at each other when we shake hands and suddenly we were kissing and touchin, he bend me over his desk pull down my pants and underwear, rimmed my ass and fuck me giving me a huge load inside. After that he said fuck the evalution, you aproved and remeber always play safe, an dhave to give you that advice by law. And he wink at me and told me see you in 3 months and i left.
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  35. Yesterday got an offer from a vers bottom on bbrt who said he wanted in my hole. Took a chance even though it often doesn’t work with 2 bottoms. He was cute, Poz, undetectable per his profile. Nice 6” cock. Boy, did he know how to use it though! He was a quiet cummer and by the time we were done a couple hours later, he had dropped 5 loads including the last one I sucked out of him. He was worried that I didn’t cum. I told him that while I didn’t ejaculate, I definitely came, multiple times! We are hoping to set something up where he can have several guys breed me with him. Hope it happens as both our schedules are tough to match!
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  36. This is the best condom-to-bareback video ever: https://www.xvideos.com/video29928951/a_camisinha_estourou_-_ditadurag.com
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  37. Thanks for the add mate....love to get evil with ya. my wickr is leakin4p
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  38. Thanks. Just got back. Had a hot time at EMC Sauna - ended up breeding and getting bred. Then lots of darkroom action at the Men2Men Party. Highly recommended. Lots of hot raw uncut Italian dick.
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  39. It takes great skill to write about such a deliciously vulgar thing with erudite eloquence. MORE PLEASE, straining in my cage.
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  40. I am currently vacationing in Thailand and a beautiful twink came to my hotel last night and left a load in me! The best part is he slept over and gave me another load this morning! Thailand is awesome I have not had 1 guy ask about condoms and the don’t ask where you want it they just cum in your ass, which suits me fine. Lol
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  41. Part 4: Twink Talk, part 2. After I dropped my load deep in him and ate it from his ass and swapped it with him, he simply started cuddling me, which I enjoyed. Shortly after, he started to cry, and I asked him what was wrong. He said, this was not like him, but he was on spring break, and decided to let loose. I told him that there was nothing wrong with that, and that I wished I had done so when I was in college. I explained that the most I did in college was to suck a few cocks. We both agreed on how awkward that first time sucking a cock was, but somehow knew we wanted to do more. I told him that gay sex is not a bad thing, and that as we evolve, one small step leads to a bigger one. Oral, being safe, topping, bottoming, and possibly BB. He agreed. I explained that BB sex wasn't everyone's cup of tea, and with it comes risks. At this point, I was feeling a connection with this twink. He was young and impressionable. At this point, I felt that I had to ask him if he knew the consequences of BB and he said not totally. I told him that the least risk was catching an STD. He asked if I had ever caught one, and I told him no, but if I did, there are generally meds for it. At this point, my mind was racing. I knew that he was bred by a toxic guy a few days earlier but was pretty sure he didn't know that he was poz. Once again he embraced me tightly, and I felt I had to take the conversation further. I started by telling him that there were several things that he really needed to know, and that they might be uncomfortable. He had a look of fear in his eyes, and I explained that if he was uncomfortable about such a conversation, I would understand. He still had this loo of fear in his eyes but hugged me and said he wanted to know. I explained that our conversation was not likely to be easy, and if he wanted me to stop at any point, I would. He agreed. I continued by telling him that there was a risk of being infected by HIV. He said, “Aids?” I explained that it just starts out as HIV, but if untreated it could turn into full blown aids. I explained that there are guys out there that are called chasers, and that they want to become infected. He was somewhat shocked by this and asked why. I explained that I was one of these guys, and again he asked why. I explained that it’s an evolution. I started off playing only safe, and after experiencing BB sex, I enjoyed it, fully knowing the risks involved. I explained that at first, I was selective with BB partners, only playing with those who said they were undetectable, or on Prep, however some guys lie about that and enjoy stealthing others. He seemed a bit confused, so I explained it to him. He seemed a bit shocked. I told him that I thought I had the fuck flu, to which once again, he seemed confused. After explaining it to him, he seemed shocked, and asked why I was chasing. I explained that we were a different generation, and that when I grew up Aids was a death sentence. There were no meds to prevent it from happening, or to treat it if it did, and that many had died from it. I told them that there are many young guys chasing now, as they know there are meds for it. I also told him there are a number of guys, both young and old who decide to go on Prep so that they can enjoy BB sex with minimal risk of hiv, but that STD’S were still a possibility. He told me that he truly loves bb sex, but he still lived with his parents while not in school, and he thought it would be difficult, if not impossible to get Prep, as he was afraid his parents would find out and disown him for being gay. I told him that was a possibility, and I knew a guy that had it happen. He asked me more about chasing, and how I felt about it. I explained that I was both confused, yet kind of excited at the same time. Once again he didn't understand, and I explained that there are risks with BB sex, and at my age I was willing to take those risks. I explained that my mind was racing when I had my HIV test after I thought I had the fuk flu. I told him was ok with becoming poz, but just didn't want it to be with a random guy and that I wanted to know who did it. At this point, he seemed somewhat uncomfortable. It was getting quite late, and I asked him if he wanted to go back to my place, and crash for awhile, I explaining that there was not a sexual commitment. He agreed that he was tired, and that it would be an awesome idea. He said he was not so sure how much he would sleep, as his mind was racing in thoughts now. I told him I felt the same way, but it would be nice to cuddle with each other and at least try to sleep a bit.
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  42. Part 3: Twink Talk part 1. Honestly I was surprised the the biker did not breed the twink again. But who was I to complain with 2 toxic loads, and a negative load plugged up my ass by the biker before we left. The biker stated that he was pretty sure he would see me again, but if not it would be just another gift that he gave me. The twink seemed quite excited watching the biker plug my hole with a rather large glass plug. We then all kissed and the twink and I started walking back to where we had parked. He was only a few cars away. As we walked back, he asked if we could talk. I agreed, hoping this might lead to more fun in my SUV. We got to my SUV, and got into the front seat, where the twink explained once again that he was relatively new to the BB scene, but enjoyed it when with another guy. Honestly I was shocked as he was an amazing fuck. He explained that he lived in a small Midwest town, similar to where I grew up. I explained that I did not learn the joys of even safe sex until I was much older. I told him that I had only started to BB about 3 years ago. He seemed quite surprised. He told me that he was a bit embarrassed about out father/son role play, yet at the same time it turned him on. He told me he would often jack off thinking about his fathers cock, and was thinking about it as he seeded me. I told him that my situation was very similar to his. I once saw my father pissing, and admired his cock. Unlike the twink, I was not well endowed like my father though. I explained that I knew it wouldn’t be a reality in having sex with my dad, as he would give me a hard time about jacking off while in the bathroom. Little did my dad know that I was often thinking about his cock as I jacked off in the bathroom. I told him that I was surprised by how great he was in role play. He explained that his first gay experience was as a bottom, but the guy was versatile, and asked him to fuck him too, which he did. He quickly learned that he enjoyed giving, as much as receiving, and he and his first male partner played several times covered, before deciding to play bare. Once they did, both decided that bare was much more fun and they had become bb buds. When I asked him what he enjoyed about BB sex, he said it was the feeling of cum up his ass. He continued by saying it felt much better while cumming up an ass. He still seemed to have thoughts about making the decision to BB though. I told him that I would try and answer any questions that he had. With that he leaned over, said thank you daddy and shoved his tongue down my throat. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, I told him that my son has grown up, and his daddy was proud of him. After I told that to him, he moved over and started kissing me passionately again. While he did, I reached over and fondled his cock, which was rock hard. I immediately got his pants open, and started sucking his beautiful cock. Much unlike his stamina while fucking, he fed me in less than 10 minutes. After that, he hugged me tightly, and asked me to kiss him, and share his cum, as he had never tasted his own. I happily obliged. He then asked if we could go to the back of my SUV and talk some more. Of course I agreed, thinking there would be yet more breeding. Now I’m pretty much all bottom, and its rare that I fuck, but just knowing I had a twink interested in playing, how could I refuse when he said daddy I want you to breed me? We got into the back of the SUV and he told me that he was disappointed that the biker did not breed him earlier, and that he wanted to feel a cock pulsing inside him. I told him that its obvious that I wasn’t hung like the biker, and I tend to come quickly when I top. He said he didn’t care, that he just wanted a load blasted deep in him. With that, I lifted his legs in the back of the SUV, spit on his hole, and bred him. As I expected, I came in less than 5 minutes. He rolled over and asked me to eat his loaded ass, and swap it with him, as he rather enjoyed the taste of his own cum. Oh course I had no objection to eating his lightly furry ass, and swapping with him. After we laid in the back of the SUV for a bit, he asked me why the biker put that plug up my ass, and how much it hurt. I told him it did hurt, but it was a good hurt, and we would talk about why later.
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  43. No breeding and condom. Why is this video here?
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  44. i've had this happen to me, twice. i suspect it was the same guy each time because it was the same ABS, but i was bred through a gh, so i never saw him. i have an experienced pussy and am used to holding in whatever i get because i want to keep it, so each time didn't realize until i got home. my second sphincter is tight, i have to be careful when i clean out that there is no trapped water. i have gone hours with trapped water, getting fucked and not knowing it's there. Thankfully, i've never had a big cock on one of those occasions that opens up that hole. Each time i'd gotten fucked several times, so i don't know if the guy pissing in me was the last, or others bred me after. i was usually at home, several hours after, when it let down and i had to release it. each time a gush and the telltale scent of piss letting me know what happened. i love it, i always retain piss when i know i have it because i absorb it and my piss smells like my Tops. i think i know who did it because he'd pause several times while fucking me, going deep and holding there vs an all at once stream, prolly would've felt that going in. The hottest part of the whole scenario is the presumption of the Top using my pussy to piss in, just doing it automatically, no questions asked. my kinda Top.
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  45. Part 6. Careless talk costs.... Our weekend dragged, I couldn’t find the words or right time to tell Steve what I’d been doing, knowingly taking anonymous loads and now known Poz cum up my ass, risking not only my health but his too and had to admit that I just cannot get enough Poz juice in my hole! We did talk about work however, probably the only time I was animated the whole weekend, how I was to mentor and train the bosses nephew and yet he has this huge personality and persona making me feel the lesser, subservient being. Steve tells me, “Well you’re dominant during sex, imagine you’re in bed with him, tell him he’s to do as you want, when you want. Conjure that image up and you’ll be fine.” If only he really knew! Come Monday morning I avoided Steve at breakfast and jumped from bed straight in the shower only to be surprised when he snuck up behind me wrapped his arms around my torso and ground his stiff dick in my ass crack. He giggled, “Marking my territory.” I couldn’t respond so remained still, which he took as a sign of acceptance by lovingly kissing my neck, tweaking my nipples and easing his cock to my hole. “Oh yeah baby, that feels so good when you open up to let slide right in.” I think to myself wishing I could say out loud, ‘Baby? I’m not your baby anymore and I’m not relaxing my sphincter and ass muscles to ‘let you in’ I’ve been fucked senseless leaving my abused hole gaping and an easy opening for your dick.’ I was silent as he tried to get off gently and lovingly fucking my slack love(less) canal, ten minutes of fucking went by and still no nut, the hot water ran out so I had to switch the shower off and still Steve persisted. One of his hands lowered to play with my cock which remained limp and uninterested. “Sorry still stressing about work, I just can’t do this” (Thinking to myself this is just too ordinary, no risk, no thrill of the chase and in no way of potential for getting knocked up) …he continued to pummel my ass as his strokes built up speed to finally reach his climax. “Arrrgh, ummmph, ahhh! There keep it in all day and you’ll have a part of me for support when you start training this Martin fellah. I’m out of the house in double quick time getting to work early only to be confronted by an even earlier Martin….. “Hi, Good weekend?” he enquired “Nah and before you ask no I didn’t tell Steve what I’ve been doing” I grumpily replied. “No worries, grab your laptop, Uncle wants us to trail his new ‘Agile Working’ project, you know working from home, I’ll drive, we’ll go to mine as I have a working space all set up ready and waiting.” En-route Martin got into fucking with my head saying stuff like, “Mate and We can get stuck in, together we are a slick operation, working towards a ‘Positive’ outcome”, it tripped off his tongue so easily I wasn’t sure if he was telling me about sex or work so, I sat there in silence. His/their house was a modernist all glass and white wash affair and minimal inside. Martin slung the car keys on the only table in the lounge and told me set up my laptop right there, then adding, “Aaron’s preparing our workspace, I’ll go check, in the meantime STRIP, I’m horny.” SOOOO sex was on his mind as I fire up my computer and lay my phone next to it then piece by piece step out of my cloths and I watch in awe as my cock begins lengthening, thickening and arcing upwards with each banging heartbeat, thump, thump, thump it goes that I fear my heart will burst through my chest and I tingle all over in anticipation. I jump as a fully clothed Aaron breaks my spell saying, “Your work station is ready for you now.” I’m led to a back room set up with a sling in the centre surrounded by glaringly bright lights that in contrast to the rest of the blacken out room blinds me sufficiently that I do not see the blinking red light of a camera already recording… “Jump in and get comfortable, you’re in for a bumpy ride mate!” I readily hop up and roll on to my back feeling the coolness of the leather sling instantly begin the warm against my naked skin, then both Martin and Aaron walk over and locked my wrists and ankles into the stirrups. As Aaron locks the last stirrup in place he flashes a mobile phone at me, I notice and blurt out “Wow, we have the same phone” A big goofy grin spreads across his face, replying “Oh really….” as he turns to a now naked Martin to avoid me seeing him wink as they swop positions and an already hard cock is pushed to my lips. It’s then that I see a freshly inked Biohazard tattoo between the root of his cock and navel with the skin still angry and red making the sign appear glowing and all the more dangerous and inviting. “Time to get to work, take it all, NOW, and get me harder with the back of your throat and nice sloppy blow job to get my toxic pre-cum flowing freely boy." As my eyes fix on the tattoo out of the corner I see Aaron zoom in with ‘his’ phone on me and what I’m looking at, automatically I eagerly open my mouth wide as Martin’s hard flesh disappears all the way down with my throat muscles dancing around his huge near 10 inch pole and without any chance to get used to his size he begins to rape my mouth. In a panic I try to remember to breathe as he pulls back then trying to relax my throat as he smashes back in with spit, phlegm and snot getting pumped out of my nose and mouth with each piston like thrust until he is balls deep with his heavy Poz cum laden balls resting on my chin. He momentarily rests as we both savor the satisfaction of our achievements. I can no longer see Aaron but do feel first his breath and then his fingers run around my freshly fucked hole, “Oh my we must have done a good job Friday coz his cunt is still open and puffy as I feel one sharp finger drill deep into my hole and then twists around in Steve’s cum, then another thicker finger enters me and together they work going in and out alternately. They then start a scissor like movement to open my rectum yet further until he’s satisfied with four fingers sucked in to stretch my sphincter in all directions. I truly feel like I’m in piggy heaven. “Ummm all slippery and wet” comment Aaron, “You been fucked before you got here?” Aaron yanks his fingers out and I gasp at the emptiness, “Yeah, it’s my husband’s cum” I admit. “Is it POZ cum?” “No I’m afraid not.” “Slut, that is all the lube you’re getting. Marty are you ready?” “YES!” is the reply as he fully pulls out of my mouth and takes the phone. “Jack, as Martin videos you just answer my questions, OK?” “Yes” escapes my lips before I even thought about a reply. “Who are you?” “My name is Jack” “Why are you here?” “To get converted by 2 sexy Poz tops” “Do you willingly wish to get Pozzed?” “Oh YES SIR, I really get off having risky sex” “I can see just by talking about getting knocked-up that cock of yours is pointing up rock hard and leaking. Is it always like this?” “No vanilla sex doesn’t do it for me anymore. I like it hard, rough and dangerous.” I admit looking up directly to the phone. One last question, “You are Negative?” I feel the hot heavy bluntness of his massive cock at the entrance of my exposed hole and in my heightened sexual state feel the sticky wetness of his toxic pre-cum ouze over my hole which puckers and twitch in expectation of what’s to come. “Yeah I’m Neg, but not for much longer!” BANG! The sling chains rattle as he pushes in balls deep, “Mmmmmmmm sloppy seconds in this cunt, ripe and ready for my radioactive recently checked 1 million viral load cum.” “Did you say you hadn’t told, err, Steven isn’t it that you’re a POZ cum hungry slut whose been going to the bus station toilet glory holes taking anonymous loads in both ends?” “Umm, yeah that’s err, right…..” panic now kicking in. “Why?” “You’re telling him NOW. Martin please hit send.” I watch in disbelief as it dawns on me that IT WAS MY PHONE as he scrolls down my contacts list….. “Yep, got it” I helplessly watch Martin’s finger tap the screen knowing in that instant my World has just imploded.
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  46. Some tops feel disappointed if they alone can’t please you. They want to be the only cum up your ass and not have you looking for another top once they cum. Truth be told, we are never satisfied and like crack, we are looking for the next dick. Nothing personal just a need and hunger. A top who understands this is one who doesn’t mind his cock covered with cum from god knows who and loves fucking a filled hole. Sometimes it’s hard to find tops into that unless it’s through a glory hole or anon. Its like we lurk in the underground of desire of the gay world. We have to hide our face or not see others but the desire is too strong for us to hold back. We endulge and drink the wine of Lust, turn around and go back to our civilized lives with our zippers zipped up. Damn I like being a fuck hole cumdump.
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  47. top in NYC looking for a sissy, crossdresser, or smooth feminie bottom
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  48. I'm a total top, looking for a sissy, crossdresser, or smooth feminine bottom in NYC or the Philadelphia area. I'm tall, dark and handsome, 56, 6'0'', 190 lbs. Feel free to contact me. Kisses
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  49. Part 5 We relaxed on my bed. None of us able to sleep being wired from the T and generally being sexually charged. 18 year boy's are always horny, especially after their true desires have been awakened. I spent the rest of the night keeping them on edge but unable to get hard because of the chastity cages. All their sexual lust was focused on their still dripping holes. I would take turns dildoing their cunts, working them deep, then pulling it out, feeding them each others ass juices. After a while I had to piss, as I'm sure the boy's did too as I made them drink a lot of water to stay hydrated. I guided them into my shower and pushed them to their knees. Placing my cock in Brodi's eager mouth, I started to piss. Without even being instructed, he instinctively swallowed down my Tina urine. I eased my flow out so he wouldn't choke too much. After he gulped down a few good swallows, I pulled out and gave my cock to Benji. He eagerly engulphed my dick and swallowed down the rest of what I had in me. When I was empty I took my foot and pushed Brodi down onto the floor and leaned into Benji and said, "piss on your brother! Do it! He's a fucking pig! Show him whose boss!" Benji let loose with a groan, showering his brother with his piss. Brodi just took it, rubbing it all overhimself, opening his mouth wide to drink what he could. "Look at you pig!" I said to him. "Yea, wallow in your brothers piss. That's what you are now boy, a dirty little piggy!" Brodi let loose with his own flow, further soaking himself. When the boy's were empty I took them back to the bed without rinsing off. Nothing like the smell of a teenage pig, one that reeked of cum, sweat, and piss. I was so turned on I just had to fuck Brodi again. I pushed him on his back and grabbed his legs, ramming my hard cock into him as deep and hard as I could. His new found pussy sucked my cock right into him. I pulled Benji onto Brodi's mouth so he could eat out his brother as he got fucked. Benji and I made out as we used his brother for our pleasure, sqeezing and pulling his tender, pink nipples, making him grunt and oink like a true pig boy. I pounded his ass for almost half an hour before I finally shot another load deep into my new cumdump. I pulled out of him, exhausted, falling back onto the bed. The boy's simultaneously like my cock clean, then snuggled up next to me. We just rested for the rest of the night, saving our energy for what would happen tomorrow.
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  50. Part 3 I left the boys for a moment while I was texting and getting "fresh" sodas. The responses started coming quickly, 18 year old twins are a rate find, and soon I had 12 of my buddies coming over in a little bit. Handing them their new drinks, I also popped a little blue pill in their mouths. A freshly loaded pipe was passed around, and my boys were loaded and hard. I grabbed Brodi and pulled him onto me, sitting him on my cock as I layed on the carpet. Like a good slut he moaned as he slid down my veiny cock, setteling his pink pussy into my pubes. Then I grabbed Benji and pulled his ass to my face. He sat down on my tongue and I licked and sucked the cum out I had deposited in him. Both boys moaned as their cunts were being put to use. I pushed Benji forward into his brother, and the twins started kissing each other deeply. I didn't want to miss seeing that hot show, so I pushed the boys off of me. Benji fell back onto the carpet and I guided Brodi between his legs. "Fuck your brother." I whispered in his ear. Brodi spread his twins legs and lined his hard cock to the waiting hole. Benji let out a deep, guttural moan as his brother slid his cock into him. He wrapped his arms and legs around Brodi, pulling his cock in deep and locking his mouth onto his brother. Brodi went into overdrive, pounding his brother frantically as they made out. Fuck it was so hot watching the incest taking place right in front of me. I couldn't help but think they had been wanting this for a long time, and I had finally freed them up to fufill their desires. Brodi just pounded the shit out of Benji for at least 15 minutes before he pulled his mouth away. "I'm gonna cum bro! Fuck yea! Take my cum!" He shook and twitched as he pumped his load into his brother. Benji just begged him for it. "Oh god Brodi! Do it! Fuckin cum in me bro!" He pulled Brodi as deep into him as he could while he took his brothers load. When Brodi had finished, I pulled him up and laid his chest on the couch. He was still breathing hard from his orgasm. I just grabbed Benji and pushed him up to Brodi's waiting ass. "Fuck your brother man!" I ordered him. "Fuck him like he fucked you!" Dazed in drugs and lust, Benji rammed full force into Brodi, grabbing his hips and riding him hard. "Take my cock bitch!" He yelled at his brother. I was surprised at the dominance coming from him. "Take it bro! TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD YOU BITCH!" He pumped his brother full and collapsed on his back, licking Brodi's ear as he drained his load. Pulling out, he turned Brodi over and the boys started kissing furiously. I just smiled as I watched, knowing what I had awakened in them. As they made out, I pushed a plug into each of them to hold in the cum. The plugs popped in easily. "All right boys, the night has just begun." I told them. "The real party is going to start real soon!"
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