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PART 6 I spent the whole drive over shaking I was so nervous. Over and over i told myself to just turn around and what what was I thinking risking so much? The first time I didn’t know til it was too late , but this was different. And I couldn’t pretend to myself it wasn’t. My hard cock and hungry ass were leading me, overpowering every thought I had to just get away! There was no hiding it, Tim had told me flat out. He was hiv positive, poz as he called it. And he didn’t use condoms. And he had no intention of pulling out. And I had seen that huge cock and knew how deep it could be when he came. And I had seen those giant cum producing balls. He had to shoot a massive load. He will fill me up with it, his sperm. His HIV positive sperm. Spurt after spurt, his cock all the way inside me erupting. And fear took more of a backseat. I was a horny as hell 18 year old that had just discovered bottoming and had done it with a hot experienced hung top. And he had fucked me bareback and cum in me my first time. I couldn’t help wanting more. And I knew how amazing Tim was, how he had made it feel so good, had made me so hungry for cock and so wanting to be a proud gay bottom. A bareback bottom now, on my way to see him again. Still shaking, I rang his bell and he answered obviously nude and obviously knowing it would be me knocking. “I’m so glad you are here. I have thought about that hot ass so many time these last few days. And the way that mouth felt on my cock. And the taste of your asshole. Wanna go straight up?” He welcomed me shutting the door. Nodding eagerlly at home he responded by leading me up to the room I had been in before. This time, I was tearing at my clothes, my cock like steel already and eyes focused on Tim’s already hard meat. Naked, I fell to my knees and licked the shaft from the base to the head, before swirling my tongue around the big mushroom head. Tasting precum, I lost my self and opened wide and took as much as I could. Concentrating on relaxing my throat, I tried to take more and more burn woukd gag occasionally and have to back off. I was trying my best to please him, to be a good cocksucker. “Fuck yeah”, he growled, “that’s so good. Suck that fucking dick. Get it ready. I’m gonna fuck you with it in about 30 seconds.” I grew every more eAger in my sucking, wanting to show my enthusiasm for what he said. “Get up, get on the bed on your back and pull your legs up,” he ordered as he reached for his lube and applied some to my hole and to his cock. Standing over me, his cock head an inch from my starving hole, he looked down and asked me, “what’s my boy want? Does my boy want me to put my cock inside him right now?” “Yes! Fuck yes”, I cried out. “There’s no condom on this cock”, he whispered as he began to tease my hole by rubbing the tip against it. “No condom. No condom.”, I repeated in an almost begging tone. He was driving me to the edge, making me want him so badly. “Should I pump all of my cum Into your hole when I shoot? Should I give you my sperm when we both know I am hiv positive? What do you want?”, he whispered as the pressure on my hole gradually increased. “I want you to cum in me, fill me up with it! All of it! PleAse just please fuck me til you cum!” I whimpered. With that, he pushed in and i I felt that piercing pain followed by a dull ache as my almost virgin hole tried to relax. He gently worked his big meat into me, slowly rocking his hips pushing deeper and deeper. Then starting to take longer strokes as my breath became gasps and I started losing myself to the sensations of pleasure in my hole. It wasn’t long til I was lost. The only thing on earth that mattered was Tim and his huge cock and me and my tight little hole. We were connected. Eyes locked, him grunting and huffing as I began to feel my breAth knocked out with every deep stroke. His ball were now slapping against me when he drove home and I reveled in knowing he was in me ball deep. I was taking all of him. Raw. He was pumping hArd and his thrusts began to pick up speed, his ups bucking erratically. I recognized this from last time and concentrated on trying to take every single bit of that cock inside me while squeezing and miliking it. “Fuck yes, squeeze that fucking cock Chris. Earn that load. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my sperm in you.” He grunted. “Fucking please cum in me. Please cum in me. I want it in me. I want your cum all inside me. I won’t let it leak at all. Please!” I begged him. “Big poz load. Gonna give it to you. Fucking dump that cum deep inside you.!” He muttered between clenched teeth as he was slamming into me. “Yeah. Big load. Big poz load. Inside me. All of it. Poz load inside me. Poz load inside Me.” I just kept saying it. Then I felt it his pace grew ever faster and then he drove deep and collapsed onto me and i felt that huge rod pulse and throb as his sperm entered me and splattered into my guts. I squeezed and milked it and wrapped my arms around him to hold him insode me. The throbs slowly ebbed and he pulled back up and looked down at me. My stomach was covered in my own cum? I had shot without touching myself. He made no move to pull out and I made no attempt to back off it. Instead I looked up with a guilty grin and knew inside there was no way I could stop doing this. Getting fucked without condoms and taking Tim’s cum. It was like a drug. I was already hooked. What was I gonna do now? This is crazy! But fuck his cum is in me and that thought still scared me but it was turning me on more. A lot more.

Got invited by a FB on bbrt to attend one of the local parties while I am in Atlanta this week. I have (tried) to hold parties like this before and frankly my results suck! So i went with pretty low expectations. It was a pretty usual set up..hotel room with door that opens to the outside, door unlocked. When i walked in 4 guys were already on one of the beds all tangled up rimming and sucking each other. My thought was this is a pretty good start...i quickly stripped and joined in. In a few the guy that invited me got there, he has a massive cock. Long and fat. Yes. Right after he stripped a hot black guy shows up he’s dressed like he just left work and is stopping off for a quickie before going home. At this point i am on the side of the bed getting plowed by the other guys there. The black guy is hot and i wanted him. I managed to get near him and he started rubbing my ass and another bottom laying next to me. He slipped in me and gave me a nice fuck before switching to the other bottom next to me. He switched back and forth for a few minutes. He entered me and really started pounding, i thought “he’s ready to get off and bounce”. My intuition was right. Dude started pounding me and I was holding his cock tight in my hole. At this point all of the guys are standing around watching us fuck and me get bred. Last few thrusts and he unloads in me. Pulls out, wipes off, gets dressed and leaves. My buddy that invited me starts fucking the other bottom and he can barely take his big tool. Then I got fucked by another of the tops and he quickly unloads in me. By this time, the room is pretty full and action is going on all around. Mostly sucking and some fucking. It’s early still. The hung daddy decides to move over to me and we start kissing and he tells me how much he loved watching the bbc unload in my hole. He says it’s his turn. I get on my back, raise my legs over his shoulders as he slowly glides in. This guy’s dick is so big most of the other guys stop and come over to watch. I am taking it like a champ. After starting missionary, he puts me on all fours for a bit. The other guys are encouraging him to pound me harder. He tells me to lay flat face down and he crawls on top of me. I am 5’10” tall and this guy is prob 6’3” and 30-40 lbs heavier and he has all of his weight on me as he starts to assault my ass. This makes the other guys really get into watching me and encouraging him to breed me. After a bit, he starts to tense up and i know he’s close. He starts to shake and unload deep in my bowels. Within the first 45 minutes i had 3 loads and my ass is dripping. I took a break but the party didn’t. Was surprised how many guys ended up attending. Overall probably 20+ guys showed throughout the evening with a good variety of tops, bottoms and vers guys. All shapes and sizes. I watched the other guys give and take loads, it was so hot! All of the guys were engaging with everyone. No attitudes, everyone was there to feed their lust for man sex. At one point, there were 3 of us bottoms lined up doggy style around a bed and guys were taking turns fucking us. It as much as a mental turn on for me as physical turn on watching all of these complete strangers having intimate acts together randomly. As a true cumdump does, i stayed almost until the end. Guys (especially these guys) really like my hairy tight ass so i got fucked by all of the tops and vers guys so prob 16-17 of them. I took at least 7 loads for sure cause my ass was dripping cum profusely after 3 hrs. I went back to my hotel room and got a text from a fuck bud i met before. He’s 28 y/o small framed black guy with a very long uncut cock. I am 51 and he really likes Daddy/Son role play. I tell him my hole is loaded already, he doesn’t care. In a few minutes he’s walking into my hotel room with my door unlocked and ass in the air dripping still. He rims me and tastes my jizz filled hole. He’s really turned on and starts kissing and slobbering cum all over my face. We start the role play and he is totally turned on. This kid fucks like his cock is a pistol, he rams it in over and over and tries to go deeper with each thrust. He fucks me for 45 minutes in every position possible and keep the daddy/son fantasy talk going to keep him turned on even more. I am flipped over on my back and am in missionary when he starts to pound with everything he has. My ass is pretty sore at this point so i am encouraging him to breed me. He starts breathing and sweating, eyes roll in his head and ropes of cum are blasting in my already full ass. He keeps his cock in and I feel 2 more smaller blasts. After he pulls out, he jumps in the shower and is off to see his lover. BEST TUESDAY EVER!

names James. I'm 31, 6' 1", dark hair, hairy, and have a fit body. I've been poz for about five years now. From time to time I would go visit my parents, and every time I was visiting them, it happened Derek, my younger brother's cute friend also was also visiting. Each time I also found we were eyeing each other. The time I first met him he was only 15, but now he is 18, about 5' 8", dirty blonde hair with a nice bubble ass. On a few occasions, when my brother and Derek were swimming, I went into Derek's bag and sniffed his undies. There's nothing like smelling a young man's underwear: always scented with precum, and sometimes I jerked and blew my cum in them - just for good measure. One night my parents were out of town and asked that I keep an eye on the house while my brother and Derek were swimming. At some point my brother went inside, leaving Derek and me alone. Derek climbed out of the pool and, as the water dripping from his treasure trail, asked "Hey James, can I get a smoke?" I immediately popped hard on. "Sure, Derek, but can you…" "Can I what?" "Ummm, it's nothing." "Just tell me," he replied. "Well, I just wanted you to turn around. You have a nice ass." "I'll even lower my shorts a bit, just for you." And let me tell you. From that point on I was determined to fuck his ass! I didn't care. I had to poz him. So the very next day I gave my friend Mark a call, and asked for his assistance in getting into Derek's ass. Mark readily agreed, and so the next day Mark and his sister to stop over. Now, Mark is about 30, and his sister is 19. I picked-up some booze and the five of us started to drink, and I made sure Derek got more shots than any of the rest of us. As Mark and I expected, Mark's sister got bored and wanted to go out clubbing, and I graciously gave them cab fair. As they were started to get ready to leave my brother quietly said Derek was going to stay home as he had had a bit to much to drink. Yes, all was going to plan. My brother and Derek's sister left, leaving me and Mark alone with Derek. "Sorry if I ruined your night, guys," Derek slurred slightly. "No problem at all," I replied, adding "Mark and I are gonna take a swim. Why don't you join us in the back?" "Sure, just give me another smoke," answered Derek. Oh, I'll give you something, I said to myself as I handed him a cigarette. With that the three of us wandered out to the pool, and Mark asked "Hey James, do you have any spare suits?" "Nah," I replied, suggesting "since it's just us, we can just wear our underwear." Mark and I immediately stripped-down, and James followed our example, albeit somewhat clumsily. He had definitely had enough to drink, still, he was the first to jump in, and I was next, although, since he was slightly drunk, he didn't move-out of the way, with the result I surfaced underneath him, and we ended-up wrestling our way back to the wide staircase. Derek tried to jump on my back to knock me back into the water, and as I staggered under his weight, I couldn't help but inwardly smile as I felt his hard cock pressing against my back. "Yo, Derek, what's that you got there, buddy?" I asked. "Sorry, dude, sorry, but you're hot, man," he replied. Joining in, Mark suggested "Hey Derek, if you think James is so how, why don't you show him how much you like his body?" With only the consideration of a second, Derek looked me up and down, grabbed my cock, and placed my hands on his ass as he began giving me an impassioned, if somewhat drunken, kiss. Knowing Derek was where we wanted him, Mark came over and the two of us helped Derek out of the pool, and into the bedroom, where Mark and I got ready to breed him. Somewhat to my surprise Derek said "Fuck, you're so hot! I can't believe this. I've never been with a guy." I murmured in reply, "Well, to be honest, I've wanted to play with you since I first saw you, so you're in luck: you'll get to play with not only me, but my buddy Mark." "I want your cocks inside me," Derek replied, but Mark suggested, "Well, maybe you should start by sucking us off for a while, and then we'll see who gets to tag your ass." And damn, for a first timer he gave a surprisingly good blow job, and while Derek worked on me, Mark began rimming him, getting him ready for my poz cock. Derek, fully aroused by the attention to his ass, was thoroughly excited, and I was happy when he abruptly stood-up, turned-around, and commanded "Fuck me, now." I graciously prepared to comply, and lubed his ass and myself with some Elbow Grease I had strategically placed in the night table drawer, but just as my head was knocking at his hole, Derek asked "Wait, do you have condoms?" Again I was prepared "Sure do," as I pulled one out of the same night table drawer. Derek slid the condom onto my cock, turned around, and presented his ass. Ever helpful Mark distracted him with some poppers, and I began to breach Derek's ass. "Good boy," I coo'd, "why not go down on Mark?" As he did so, I slowly worked my way into Derek's ass, although I admit I ran out of patience towards the end, and just rammed myself home. Naturally Derek yelped in surprise and pain, but I didn't pause: I fucked him vigorously, determined to leave my load in his hole. Fortunately Derek was a natural bottom, and within a minute or two had opened-up to the point he could exclaim "Oh, fuck, that feels amazing! Fuck me, James!" I urged him on, answering "You got it, buddy, take it. Take my cock!" "Fuck, I want you to fuck me every time you visit," he replied. I snickered thinking he was asking for more than he realized, but didn't let on, replying "Get on your back, Derek. I wanna see your eyes as I fuck you!" Now on his back, he replied "Oh, man, it hurts so good." And knowing I needed to shed the condom before I blew my load, I suggested "Hey Mark, why don't you crouch over Derek's face and let him rim your hole?" Mark and Derek thought this was a good idea, and as they positioned themselves, I kept pounding away, but each time I withdrew I surreptitiously slid the condom a bit off my cock, so by the time Derek's tongue slid into Mark's hole, I was barebacking Derek. Yup. My entire eight inch poz cock was now barebacking Derek, and I was very close to seeding him, so I asked "Fuck, Derek, where do you want me to cum?" "Blow your load in my ass, man, in my ass," Derek replied, only to resume rimming Mark. "Fuck, yeah, man, here it is!" I replied, as I pounded ever harder. My load was now about to blow, so I let both Derek and Mark know as much when I pushed my way in, balls-deep, and announced "Here, take it! Take my cum!" As I blew my load inside Derek's ass, he came at virtually the same moment. Not to be out done, Mark gave himself a couple of jerks and blew his load all over Derek's chest, and even Derek's face. So Derek was the model of a slut: cum covering his face as my cum, my poz cum, soaked into his ass. When we had caught our breath I gasped "Hey, buddy, you better get to bed before my brother gets home," but tired by the booze and the fuck, Derek passed-out, so Mark and I carried him into the spare bed and made him comfortable for the night.

Bar Breeding Last summer my boy and I went to a jockstrap party on the roof deck of a certain leather bar. We wore matching old-school elastic gym jockstraps, not the high fashion kinds that underwear models advertise. I loved the thought of hanging out with nothing but a jock between us and the outdoors, knowing we’d be surrounded by sweaty sexy men wearing just as little as we were. We arrived at sundown, undressed and checked our clothes, and had a few bottled beers. I needed to piss and went downstairs to the mens room to use the stainless steel trough. I saw a skinny tall guy with a nose piercing and a bleached blond buzzcut standing there with an enormous uncut cock hanging out letting his piss flow. I was taken by his big dick, and by his apparent joy in showing it off. I also noticed a biohazard tattoo peeking out over his pubes. The guy stood next to me, sneering or smiling as I whipped mine out and started to piss. He put his arm on my shoulder and I just grinned and smiled at him. He nodded silently to me and brought his free hand down to my dick, wrapping his hand around the base while I kept my stream going. When my stream died down, he shook it a few times and slipped it back into my jockstrap. Of course, his hand had given me a bit of a hard-on. I washed my hands and he muttered, ‘see you later.’ I went back upstairs and got two fresh beers for me and my boy. As I handed him his bottle, he snickered noting my hard-on straining the pouch of the jockstrap. My boy took his, we clinked bottles, and then he headed downstairs for a pee. I hadn’t had a chance to mention my POZ friend at the trough, but figured out that he’d learn on his own in no time. Sure enough, maybe ten minutes later, he came back with his own dick straining to get out of his pouch and a goofy grin. Without an explanation, he came up to me and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me hard. I was wondering if he tasted a little like cum. When he pulled off my mouth I asked, ‘What’s gotten into you?’ ‘Nothing… yet…’ He then told me that the guy had held his dick while he pissed then jerked him off. He shot his load into the guy’s hand. The guy licked up half and then smeared the rest of my boy’s fresh cum right into my boy’s mouth. I loved that my boy had given into his naughty streak and let a stranger make him cum, and that he’d just swapped his seed with me on a crowded deck where surely at least a few guys knew exactly what he’d just done. We grooved a little and made out on the deck and I went for two more beers. Our bathroom buddy appeared next to me, and I got a beer for him. We walked over to my boy and chatted a bit. As it got darker outside, guys all around us were getting more frisky. The guy kissed me on my cheek, then my boy. He groped his crotch while watching us make out. ‘I love couples,’ he said as he positioned himself behind my boy. Reaching around my boy, he grabbed my hips so the three of us were grooving together. I grabbed the POZ stranger’s saggy ass and squeezed. He slipped his fingers down towards my ass and stoked my hole a bit. I did the same to him, feeling his ass a bit moist and sticky, likely with someone’s cum. All the while, making out with my boyfriend, I got my sticky fingers and started massaging my boy’s meaty firm ass cheeks. I let my finger tease his hole, knowing I was playing with fire. My boy grabbed his cheeks and pulled them apart. I worked one sticky finger in before going back to the stranger’s hole for more natural lube. The POZ guy was really grinding on my boy’s ass and whispering filthy things while chewing on his ear. When my boy’s hole was opening up and wet with someone’s cum, I scooped the stranger’s cock out of the jock. I felt as his bare cock slid up and down my boy’s crack. My boy had his cheeks pulled as far apart as they would spread. He nodded to me, pleading for my help. I grabbed that POZ cock and angled it so the head was right at my boy’s hole. They nodded at each other then my boy looked into my eyes as he backed himself onto his first raw POZ cock. My boy groaned loudly enough that a few dudes on the roof deck turned and smiled, happy to watch the bare action unfolding in the crowd. One the stranger bottomed out inside my boy, he wrapped his arms around my neck for support and kept his eyes glued to mine until they glazed over. Hands were everywhere as other strangers touched my boy and his POZ top. The stranger looked up and me and raised his eyebrows as if to ask me for permission to breed my boy. I just nodded knowing it was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not, and I knew I wanted it to happen. I watched as his face twisted into a grimace and his pace quickened. He lurched forward as he started cumming deep in my boy’s guts. My boy collapsed into my chest as the stranger kept hammering bursts of toxic seed into his ass. My boy was covered in sweat as the top kissed him gently all over his back. My boy stood up and a few guys clapped. The stranger winked at me then backed into the crowd where I lost sight of him. My boy grabbed my face and kissed me deep. I pulled back and he looked at me surprised, like he was afraid that I didn’t want anything to do with him. On the contrary, I was so hard I knew I was going to cum soon. I spun my boy around and he grabbed his ankles. I slid easily into his stretched out puffy hole. I pounded him for as long as I could hold out, noting a frothy circle of cum churned out of his hole at the base of my cock in my matted sticky pubes. I jerked forward afraid my boy would loose his balance. I had been so busy focusing on my boy’s cummy hole that I hadn’t noticed that he was now choking on a muscle daddy’s thick cock. I came hard in him, adding my seed to the toxic load our stranger had left. I fired into him a few times thinking I was done. The whole scene was so hot, I came a few spurts on my boy’s back. He spun around and sucked my cock clean as the muscle daddy smeared my load into his hole with his own bare dick and slid in next. My boy’s hands were wrapped around my waist as the daddy bred him deep. When someone else tried to slide in, my boy threw up his hands. Three loads was apparently enough for him and we went to sit down on a bench. The muscle daddy brought over some beers and we toasted. When I was ready for another piss, my boy grabbed me and told me we needed to go before one of us took another three loads. We got dressed and went home where I fucked another load into him.

I just filmed Ethan Wolfe for one of the companies I direct for, Skynmen. I hadn't seen him since we did a scene together together for Treasure Island Media a few years back. He's looking awesome! - Nick Moretti

PART 5 I spent the next day feeling guilty and certain that I had HIV, when I wasn’t busy jerking of relving the whole scene. Then I would feel guilty again. How could I break all the rules my first time out? I had let a guy with HIV fuck me raw and I had even let him cum inside me. It was only when I jerked off that I let myself admit I hadn’t let him cum in me, I had made him cum in me. Why had I done that? The next day after that my horniness got the better of me and I logged on, just to look at his profile I told myself. Before I could get there though, I noticed I had a message. I clicked and it was from him and he had sent it late last night. “Chris, First of all, I had an amazing time with you and really felt a special connection. And i am really happy that I got to be your first Top. You left pretty quickly and I think I know why... the fact I am hiv positive. I normally wouldn’t have even met a guy quite As young as you, but you were just so sexy in your pictures and so eager to be with an older guy like me, i gave in. And then you had such a pretty hole and it smelled so good. And then it tasted so good. And you got my cock so hard with your mouth. I couldn’t help needing to be inside you and I gave in. And you needed it. You needed my cock inside of you. And you knew I wouldn’t use a condom. Or maybe you just didn’t think. You just gave in. And when I was fucking you and you couldn’t have it stop. It just couldn’t stop. You had to have my cock pistoning in and out of you. Even when you knew it would make me cum and I told you I was close. You gave in. You pulled me in and squeezed my cock with your hole and accepted my load. A poz guy was shooting spurt after spurt of his cum into your guts and you gave in. You wanted it. At first when you left, I felt a little guilty and thought maybe I shouldn’t have let it go so far. Here you are, 18 and now you have my hiv cum inside you. And you’ve taken it bareback. You are going to want to get fucked bare again. It’s too addicting. You will give in. You will need it. Cock and cum. Deep in your hole. You will just have to... give in. And I will be waiting to take care of your needs again. When you are hungry and can’t hold off anymore, come over. But there’s no condoms allowed here. And no pulling out. And you will leave full of my cum. Signed, Tim.” I wasn’t just hard when i finished reading that, I was sure i would cum if I even touched my cock. And then I noticed he was actually online. And without hesitation, I gave in. I messaged him, knowing that I was agreeing thAt I did want what he wanted too, to fill my ass with his cum. “Tim, I can’t stop thinking about it. Can I come over again?,” I wrote and hit send. It was maybe a minute later that I got my reply. It was one word,Now. My reply was just as quick, “On my way.” And after a few minutes cleaning myself up, I was out the door. And for the second time in 3 days, was on my way to be a hot older Top man’s bottom toy. The hiv thing definitely went thru my mind, but not nearly as much as the thought of how it felt like he had cum a quart of jizz inside me when he had shot last time. It was the cum I kept thinking about, taking cum.

Part 74 - Planting Lots More Seed When Joe got home, he sent out some messages seeing who might be available for Sunday’s meeting with Blaine and Carter. He also asked a few guys if they knew of a place to breed the brothers. Dennis told him the play room at the hotel was booked. Kyle suggested the storage room in the apartment building, but that seemed to be really risky for anything more than a ten minute pump-n-dump. Finally, Tony sent a reply saying they could use the small playroom at the club’s warehouse, reminding him that they just couldn’t let outsiders know where it was. It was Friday afternoon and he had everything set for Sunday’s second breeding. He sent a message to Blaine: Joe: “u guys still up for sunday?” Blaine: “yes. still sore” Joe: “lol. good. meet in Harrison’s parking lot under sign this afternoon at 3” Blaine: “ok, thx” Sunday morning Joe sent reminder messages to the guys he had contacted. Everyone confirmed he would be at the warehouse at 3:00 PM. Kyle and Joe drove over to the grocery store and parked the car, waiting for Blaine and Carter to show up. A few minutes before three, a pickup truck pulled in and stopped under the large sign, away from any other cars. Joe grabbed his duffle bag and he and Kyle wandered across the lot to the truck. It was a lot nicer than most of the work trucks that many farmers used - it was a 4x4 with big wheels, a crew cab and chrome everywhere. Joe walked up to the drivers window and said “Hop in back. I have some hoods for you guys to wear since you can’t know where we are taking you. I’ll drive.” “No fuckin way. No one drives my truck” said Blaine defensively. Joe shook his head, chuckling to himself. “Ok, then we’ll take our car. Park the beast” he said and started walking back to the car. With the truck parked, Blaine and Carter got into the back of Kyle’s car. Joe dug into the duffle bag and fished out two hoods and handed them to the brothers. Satisfied they couldn’t see out, Joe told them to lay down so no one could see two hooded guys in the car as they drove out of the parking lot. Joe drove around in circles for a few minutes and then drove an indirect route to the warehouse. He parked and they spun the brothers around and then led them inside. They walked through the darkened warehouse to a door and opened it up. Inside was a small playroom with a sling, cross and fuck bench in it. The lone fluorescent light hung from the ceiling and buzzed. Carter was led to the sling and told to stand still. Kyle removed the hood and then his shirt was pulled off, shoes removed and jeans pulled down. Carter was wearing a jockstrap that Kyle decided to leave on. Joe moved over to Blaine and removed the hood and his clothes. Kyle opened up the duffle and pulled four cuffs out and buckled them tightly around Carter’s wrists and ankles. Joe did the same with Blaine who now had a worried look on his face. His eyes got even bigger when the ball gag was pulled out of the box and put on Carter’s head along with a leather blindfold. Joe moved the fuck bench back several feet so that Blaine would be able to have a three quarters view of the guys fucking his brother in the sling. He led Blaine to the bench and Blaine kneeled down on it and felt the cold leather on his stomach. Joe locked his arms and legs down while Kyle leaned Carter back into the sling and secured him too. Joe opened up a cooler and pulled out two cum cubes and pushed one into Blaine and then walked over to Carter and pushed the other one into his hole. Carter yelled out in surprise as he felt the ice cold cube pop inside him. Kyle grabbed two ski masks from the box and walked out of the room. The guys Joe had organized were in the room next door and all were naked and stroking their cocks. Kyle walked in and grinned at the guys. “I’m going to start and open him up, you guys figure out what order you want to fuck him in. We’ll go until everyone is empty. Joe said he hopes each of us can give him at least two loads” Kyle told the guys. “I want to suck each of you guys before you fuck him, so I’ll go last” said Aaron. The other guys nodded and Tony started pointing at guys to set the order. Aaron dropped to his knees and started sucking Kyle’s cock, covering it in spit. Tossing ski masks to the next two guys Kyle remarked "Wear these if you want to keep it anonymous. They’ve already seen me, but it’s up to you if you want to cover your head.” “You ready?” yelled Joe. “Just a minute” Kyle yelled back. “Too late, my dick is already inside him” Joe replied as he slowly pushed his cock all the way in. Blaine was moaning around the gag and Joe could feel his cock push the rapidly melting cube in deeper. Kyle walked into the room and approached the sling. “Get ready to be poz, Carter. We’re not stopping until we’re all out of bugs to give you” Kyle said, rubbing his cock around Carter’s cumhole. Kyle shoved his cock into Carter, knowing he would be tight and there was just the melted cum cube to help him out. Carter screamed out as loud as he could around the gag. Kyle knew his job as the first one in was to do some damage so that all of the loads had an easy entry into Carter’s body. He pulled out and slammed back in, holding the chains of the sling tight. Kyle rocked his hips and started fucking Carter’s hole slowly. He fucked faster and then got Carter swinging so he was fucking himself on Kyle’s shaft. Kyle looked over and Blaine was staring at his brother getting impaled over and over while his own hole was being reamed by Joe’s cock. Blaine could see the biohazard tattoo between Kyle’s shoulders and knew that Joe didn’t seem to be messing around. He watched Kyle thrust his cock viciously into Carter and wondered how many guys were going to breed his brother. Kyle and Joe pounded the brothers who were both grunting around their gags. Kyle began grunting too and then pulled Carter tight as his cock began to spew virus filled cream into Carter’s fertile cunt. “There’s one poz load in” Joe said as he kept fucking Blaine. Kyle pulled out and fingered the cum that was dripping out back into Carter as Tony walked in. Tony didn’t flinch when he saw the 18 year old in the sling awaiting as many toxic loads as they could muster and turn him into a virus filled slut. His cock slid into the cummy hole and he shoved his hips in, pushing Carter away and then tugged back on his legs when he pulled away too far. Tony’s cock was leaking precum every second he was inside Carter and his balls were preparing an extra strong dose to inject into the boi’s hole. Tony had delayed the start of his treatment so he could breed one more guy even though Dr. Simms had advised against it. His viral load had skyrocketed and his CD4 counts had dropped very low in the past few weeks. His partner Derrick was too weak to even show up that day. “FUCK!” screamed out Tony as he shot millions of viral swimmers into Carter’s chute, mixing with Kyle’s seed. Joe hammered Blaine’s ass while Tony bred Carter and then yelled out “There’s two!” Dennis heard his cue and pulled his cock out of Aaron’s mouth and walked next door. He saw the cum dripping out of the hole and moved in quickly, aiming his rigid shaft at the younger brother’s pussy and drove in all the way. Carter yelled out but Dennis ignored it and just began fucking his hole. This was a pump n dump and he planned on dumping a couple loads into Carter. The chains were jangling and Dennis was grunting as the cum started to rise. Joe picked up pace to match Dennis. Dennis let out a yell and ropes of infected cum flooded into Carter’s ass. Joe was right behind and unleashed his first load of the day into Blaine. “Three” Joe yelled out as the last spurt shot into the older brother. Luis walked in, spit still dripping off his cock from Aaron’s blow job. His goal was to be done in under three minutes. He held Carter’s legs and easily slipped into the sloppy, gaping hole. Once he bottomed out, he began to hammer Carter’s ass. His body slammed into Carter’s and even though Carter was trying to squeeze his ass around Luis’s shaft, it was still a loose fuck. Luis pulled out stroked his cock several times and then thrust in deep, unleashing a four day load of toxins into Carter’s ass. Joe was back pounding Blaine and yelled out “Four!” Luis pulled his cock out and leaned down and licked the mixture of cum that was seeping out of Carter’s swollen hole. Steven grabbed Luis by the hair and pulled him back explaining "Out of my way. I’m so fuckin’ close.” With that Steven’s cock sunk into Carter and he was drilling him in seconds. A puddle of cum was growing on the floor under Carter’s ass but Steven was going to replenish what was inside Carter soon. Steven fucked faster and then planted his cock in deep. The cum pumped into the chaser’s cunt, with both Steven and Carter yelling out. “That’s five!” Joe called out. Ryan was the next to dip his cock into the toxic froth in Carter’s ass. Aaron’s oral skills had him on the edge and feeling all of the other charged loads coating his cock quickly drove him over. Joe watched him pound Carter’s ass, ignoring the grunts, screams and yells. Joe’s own relentless fucking of Blaine was taking a toll and he knew he would need a break after his next load. Blaine himself was whimpering from the nonstop pounding. Ryan slammed his cock in one more time and his charged load shot into Carter’s soaked hole. After his balls were empty, Ryan fell down on top of Carter and told him “You better share once you’re poz.” He got up and looked over at Joe who was delivering his second toxic load of the day to Blaine’s neg ass. As Joe withdrew he grunted asking “Six and two. Who’s next?” Nick entered the room as Ryan left. He remembered his own group conversion fuck. He never knew if that was what sealed his fate or if it was one of the numerous loads Aaron gave him in the week after that did it. He loved both experiences and now it was his turn to pay it back. He dug his fingers into the battered hole and twisted them around, coating his fingers with the mixture of tainted spooge. He couldn’t feed it to Carter since the gag was in the way, so he licked them clean himself. He saw streaks of red and the rest was varying shades of pink. He dug his fingers in a second time, this time clawing his fingernails into the flesh. Carter writhed and Nick slapped Carter’s hard cock with his hand. Nick stood up and slid his cock in and started driving in and out. He let the sling do most of the work and by this time Carter’s ass was loose and wasn’t giving him the friction he needed to get off. He used his fist to stroke his cock and then shove into Carter’s hole. He jacked almost to the point of cumming and then finished off inside his victim’s ass. Five strong spurts joined the viral muck already attacking Carter’s body. Joe yelled out “Seven loads in” and Nick walked back to the other room. Aaron eagerly cleaned Nick’s cock, like he had everyone before him. Each time the taste seemed to change slightly and it turned him on. Jaime walked up to the sling nervously. He had only recovered from the fuck flu a few weeks ago, the result of two and a half weeks of daily breedings from Joe and Kyle. He had been having sex with guys since his senior year of high school but it had never been more than a three way and no one had ever watched him fuck a guy. This was a strange experience for him, since he had been driven to this building blindfolded and had no idea where he was. Still, his dick was hard and throbbing as he slid it into Carter’s pussy and he tried to ignore Blaine and Joe’s eyes watching him. Jaime had never felt a hole this loaded before and he felt a spurt shoot out of his cock as soon as he got fully in. To get the job done, he figured he just had to dump all of his newly charged cum into the boi’s hole, but he wanted to fuck too. A quick thought of his first attempt to fuck a girl cooled his balls off enough to let him fuck into Carter. Five minutes of thrusting later he couldn’t delay the shots of cum any longer and he was pumping in yet another strain to mix with the guys before him. “We got eight” Joe yelled out. Jaime stood there after the last spurt shot out, enjoying the feeling until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Aaron was not going to wait any longer. His cock was dripping on the floor and it was hard as steel. Jaime moved away and Aaron’s cock slammed in, shoving Carter away and off his cock. As Carter swung back, his cock drove in again. Each thrust from Aaron was pushing some of the seed out of Carter’s tortured hole and on to the floor. Several minutes later, he grabbed the chains and kept Carter from bouncing away as his cock pulsed and shot his viral cum inside. His body shook and when it stopped, Joe pulled him back. “Nine loads. You guys get a half hour break and then we go again” he told Blaine and Carter. Each of the guys took their turn breeding Carter’s destroyed ass a second time. He whimpered the whole time, sometimes screaming if the abuse got too rough. Joe was able to dump two more loads into Blaine’s cunt and sealed it up with a plug and then let Blaine watch the last few guys add more venom into his brother’s guts. Tony tried to go a third time, but he was to weak to properly fuck Carter. He stroked off and then shoved in at the last second. Dennis and Jaime added a third load, but the rest of the guys were drained. Everyone left, leaving Joe, Kyle, Blaine and Carter in the room. Joe helped Carter to his feet and took off the blindfold and gag. It took a while for him to acclimate to the brightness, but he saw Joe remove the last restraint from his brother and then the gag. It shocked him to see his brother tied down like that but also excited him. He had never seen his brother bottom until Joe had fucked him the other day. Blaine was always the top when they fucked or when someone else had come over for sex. He remembered the one guy’s comment that Carter had better share when he was poz and he realized he had better start learning how to fuck and not just be a cumdump bottom. Joe and Kyle hooded the brothers and then led them back to the car. Another confusing drive back to the strip mall and Joe and Kyle let them out to head home. With their asses plugged, none of the cum was going to leak out. Blaine was determined to leave the plugs in until morning.

Went to the bathhouse last night with my boyfriend. It was his first time there. We agreed to play separately and not cockblock each other. It was a wild night and we ended-up staying for six hours during which I was topped four times, taking two loads, and additionally I blew three guys, swallowing one load, and topped three guys, including my boyfriend. He was topped nine times, taking five load, having topped twice. We both had a great time and are going to go back next month. When we got home we talked about how many loads we had in our ass while we flip-fucked. I made it a point to tell him I was fucking those five loads as deep into his guts as I could, and after some time I bred him with a huge load. After I had cum he had me lay down and smoothly slid into my ass, fucking me for a short time after which he painted my guts with his baby batter. We grabbed a bite to eat then he squatted over a chair to see how much cum came out of his ass. The cum oozing out of his hole constituted a good sized puddle. I followed suit, but the boyfriend won, as he obviously had received more cum injections that night than had I. We crashed and, upon wakening in the morning, we both noticed cum was continuing to dribble out of our ass. I take perverse pleasure in thinking about all that cum trying to fertilize our asses while we slept.

Last night my 57 yo huz got this 30 something local Japanese, dark-skinned poz cutie to drive half way across Honolulu at 11:00 at night to come meet us at our vacation rental house. We stripped him right off. One of us fed him dick while the other tongued hss ass. We traded. Before I knew it, my huz had him legs over his shoulders, pumping his raw dick in this boy’s hole. The way my huz was rutting and moaning, I thought he’s having a good time. And like that he came. Husband withdrawn, the boy rolled back holding his legs up and ass out asked, “You want me like this?” Did I! I assumed the position, smeared my precum and husbands cum around the hole and pushed in. And in. And he seemd set to get a rhythm started. I said “No I want to be ALL the way in,” and kept pushing. I hit this spot where he jerked like it hurt some and then he smiled. GOD I LOVE WHEN THAT HAPPENS I started in and out trying to hit deep every time. Churning the load in there . . . him wanting my tongue . . him wanting my dick .. .him wanting my load. “I am going to cum” I announced. “No really I am cumming now ”, I said as I kept thrusting while I could feel the spurting happening. Then I stopped, trying to hit deep as possible at that spot where he winced, feeling just the flex of each ejaculation spasm tail off . He liked that. He started in stroking himself while squeezing my cummy turgid dick with his ass. FUCK volleys of cum flying from him falling on his perfect tan skin. I licked some up and kissed him with it. FUCK FUCK FUCK that was fun.

If this isn't the place where we can share our fetishes, I don't know what is. Do any other tops get off on raw fucking big chub ass? Sometimes it's a challenge pulling apart those huge butt cheeks but I fucking love getting in there. 250Lbs ... 300 ... 350 .... haven't yet met a chub I didn't want to fuck and inseminate. Would also like to hear from chubs who like taking it up their big unprotected asses.

I was on BBRT and had been watching his profile off and on for the last hour. "Daddy seeks boy to use and share." Seemed like a no-brainer to this horny pup so I messaged him and unlocked my pics. He responded a few minutes later with a simple sentence "I wanna own you." We quickly exchanged messages and he agreed to meet me at Steamworks. He asked if I partied, to which I replied I was just a pot head. He replied simply "Cool" and suggested I bring a joint or two, to which I agreed. An hour later I was buying a fresh bottle of poppers when my cell went off. It was a room number in the baths which I recognized as one of the sling rooms. I quickly ran across the street after leaving the store and headed into Steamy's. It was an easy in. I got a basic room to store my stuff, showered and put on my maple leaf jock, and headed to the designated room and knocked on the door. The guy who opened the door looked nothing like the sexy Daddy with whom I had chatted online. Instead of a 6'2, 260 pound grey bearded stocky Daddy with a seven inch club for a cock, there was a cub. A very sexy 6'4 stocky cub in a leather harness with the widest cock I had ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock as it was obscenely large. "Hi boy, your Dad's in here." Sure enough the Daddy Bear for whom I was looking to play was on the bed wearing a identical leather harness to that worn by the stocky cub, except that the Daddy Bear was also wearing a master's cap and boots. I entered the room and the cub said his name was Locke, and that he was Sir Ian's buddy. Sir Ian got off the bed and walked over to us and we all started talking for a minute. As I offered to fire up one of the joints I bought. We exchanged the basics as I checked out how he set up the room. There was lube and a few bottles of water and these two furry guys. I was getting buzzed and it showed. Sir Ian started kissing me and forcing air down my throat. As he did this Locke got behind me and was fingering spit soaked finger into my hole. I was in paradise. Then I heard one of those torch lighters behind me and then Locke turned me around and blew a lung full of smoke into me as he kissed me. It tasted really strange but I went with it. We blew the smoke back and forth between us for about 45 seconds. Ian apparently re-lit the pipe because I heard the torch and soon he spun me around and he also swapped smoke with me. After that something hit me, because I was soaring and hot. Ian laid me in the sling as I saw that the pipe they were smoking from wasn’t a pot pipe but a glass pipe filled with white smoke. I asked what it was and Ian said it was Tina. I smiled and said I had never done it. He said I was in for a treat because Locke was had access to an excellent supplier, and as long as I wanted to be in the sling I could have all I wanted. He continued saying that Locke wanted to fuck me first and as often as he liked, that Locke enjoyed breaking in guys' asses. As we did this exchange Locke’s cock started getting hard. It was really the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was now rock hard and looked like a mushroomed capped can of hair spray. It was ten inches long and as wide around as coke can. They both smiled as I stared in disbelief, and said I doubted I could accommodate his cock. But I reached into my jock, grabbed my poppers and said "I wanted to try, Sir," promising to be a good pup and make both of them happy. Those were my last words before the big cub kneeled between my legs and started eating my ass like he was a starved man. Sir Ian came up to my head and started working my nipples while telling me what a great slut I was gonna be and how tonight he was my daddy and I was going to be the best pig in tubs. He lit the pipe again and this time he held it for me to use. I took a deep hit and began kissing Sir, all the while swapping the smoke. About then I felt air on my ass, followed by cool lube being rubbed over my twitching wet hole. I heard Locke say "Poppers" and my new daddy grabbed my bottle and held them under my nose as Locke lined up his raw cock to my hungry hole. I took a big hit of the poppers even though the T and breath control was already starting to launch me higher. Sir and Locke exchanged a smile as Locke pushed into my hole.

I recently had a weekend trip to Indianapolis. Had posted a party on BBRT, and it was a bust. Totally SUCKS when guys are approved to attend, and dont even bother to check out your email about party information. I was determined to take some seed though, so hit the mobile aps. A young 20 y/o old hit me up first. Now Its not often that a young twink wants to breed and older bottom bear like myself, so I was skeptical at first. He said he was big time into daddy/son roleplay, which I find hot! We met outside the hotel lobby, and discussed the role play. He wanted to be my son, and I would catch him watching porn, and then punish him. Although he was 20, he told me he wanted to role play as being 17. Both of us were getting hard at the though, and it was obvious while sitting outside. I agreed, and went to the room to put some porn on the computer. Honestly, I thought he would bolt while I did. Before I went to the room, he said he had poppers, and asked me to leave them on nightstand. I QUICKLY went to room, and put poppers and some lube on the nightstand. When I returned, he was still there. I gave him my card key, and room number, and told him Id be up in about 10 minutes and told him to be hard and stroking on bed watching porn. He said make it 5 minutes! He headed up to room, and in 5 minutes I came up and entered room. Now I could tell he had a nice cock while outside, and I wasn't wrong. He had a beautiful 8 inch cock, light fur around his crotch, and an amazing treasure trail. I chose a daddy/son porn to have on computer. I was slightly afraid he would go through my things while in room while I was out. In a sense, he did. There were also two open beers on the nightstand. As I entered the room, he immediately said, "daddy what are you doing home so early?" I just said, "what the fuck are you watching?" He immediately said gay porn daddy, Im sorry. Keeping up with the role play, I simply said that "daddy needs to punish you for that!" I immediately stripped, and threw him ass up over my lap and started to slap his ass until it was good and red. He kept pleading for me to stop, but that just made me slap him harder. As he was across my lap, I could feel the pre cum leaking from his cock. I knew I couldn't continue much longer, or he would blow his load. He proceeded to tell me that he had always fantasized about breeding his daddy. I simply told him, that time has come. I rolled him off my legs, and got on all 4's and said go for it! I thought he would immediately begin to mount me, but he spread my cheeks and gave me the most amazing rim job. I was rock hard, and pre cumming. He reached down and got some cum from my cock, and lubed my hole with it. Although the lube was there, cum was all he used. He showed NO mercy, and went balls deep on the first thrust. It was amazing! Even though he was pre cumming a lot, he fucked me for a good 10-15 minutes before seeding my ass. Afterwards we rolled over and kissed. As we laid in bed, he told me that he had something he needed to tell me. He explained that he was afraid to tell me that he was gay, and had been fucking since he was 14, and positive! Of course, I told him I was pissed, and he needed to be punished again. This time, I made him get on all 4's and beat him with my belt! His ass was a NICE shade of red! I didn't want to stop, but he actually started crying, so I did. Honestly didn't think it was role play at this point. As I love having my ass beat, I know a good dom will always rub it softly, and sometimes lick or kiss it which I did. Now it is RARE that I top, but this had my average cock rock hard. I had him roll on his back, and told him it was time for him to take what well have been my last negative load. He thanked me and I lubed him up, and went to town. As I figured, I did not last more than 5 minutes, but damn it felt great topping a twink! After that, we simply cuddled, and agreed that the role play would end, and so it did. I expected him to just leave, but he didn't. He did tell me that he had a GREAT time, and that he enjoyed the role play. He did tell me that he was poz, but undetectable and on meds. After that, he told me he wanted to breed me again, but no role play, just hot sex! Who was I to disagree? He fuckt me 2 more times and was AMAZING. Gotta LOVE the stamina of twinks! Especially those who want to breed an older bottom bear like me! This was my second encounter with a twink in a little over a year. I wish more twinks had interest in breeding older bottom bears like me. I doubt I will ever get back to Indy, but he has kept in touch with me. He only let me take 1 pic, and its posted here,

5. Hector I looked at the clock. It was 7:45. The sun was already shining bright. It had been ninety minutes since the faggot boy up on 54 had carefully crept out of the building. It was the advantage of the motion sensing system; even as lazy as I was, I still saw most of what happened in the early hours. But it was getting busier. If he came home much later, I wasn't going to get a chance to fuck him over. I shifted slightly in my seat. My dick was definitely in the mood to fuck him over, and it was making even sitting a bit uncomfortable. Just as soon as I adjusted myself, I looked at the screen. The faggot boy was coming back. I killed the key reader at the back. He was going to have to come in through the front. Come in through me. He went up to the door, swiped his card, and nothing happened. He swiped it again, before noticing the LED wasn't even lit. He stood up, and started to head to the front. Just to fuck with him, I turned the reader back on just as soon as he rounded the corner. If he went back, it would be mysteriously working again. But I didn't have to bother. He came straight in, right up to me. "Hey, you know the card reader in the back isn't working?" I tried not to laugh. His fake bravado was undercut by the cum dried on his face. "I've heard that. We've got someone coming to look at it soon. In the meantime, let's double check your card is working right." I stood up and motioned the boy to follow me into the storage room in the back. He knew exactly what I had planned for him and he followed me without another word. "Your card," I asked, as I carefully locked the door behind us. He handed it over to me. His swagger from thirty seconds ago was gone. Another minute, he'd be on his knees, sucking my cock. Another five minutes, and I'd be fucking his hole hard, deep, and raw. "You're out early today," I said. "What were you doing?" He looked down; he was properly embarrassed about what he had been doing even without saying a word. "Oh, I was hanging out with friends." He tried to be nonchalant about it. "At 8:00am?" I asked. I leaned up against one of the storage racks. It was filled with packages residents still hadn't yet picked up. "Was one of your friends named Tina?" "Yeah," he said, sheepishly. He still wasn't meeting my eyes. This was hardly the first time he had told me about partying. "From the cum smeared across your face, seems like you had a good time." "Yeah," he repeated, still looking down. This wasn't even the first time he had been back here with me. He was still fully dressed; it was presumptuous of a faggot like him to not have already stripped down for me. "Bet you need more," I said. "Strip, faggot." That I even had to ask was a mistake he was going to atone for soon enough. He pulled off his shirt. His shorts were riding low enough that I could see the waist band of his jockstrap and his pubes sticking out from under it. But his chest was just as smooth as ever. "Shorts too," I said. "Your ass is your best asset." "Yes, sir," he said. At least he hadn't forgotten how to address a real man. "Show me your hole," I said. He turned away from me, spread his legs and bent over. His ass cheeks were perfect: half melons, hard from muscle, framed by the straps of his jock. He reached back and pulled one cheek to the side. The simple act gave me a clear view of his hole, smooth and hairless, ready to welcome my uncut brown cock and my thick Latino cum. "You're gonna get fucked, faggot," I said. "Please, Sir," he said, grabbing his other cheek. His hole was completely exposed, and my dick was throbbing in my pants. All that was important was I needed to get my dick into his hole. I didn't even bother stripping down; I just unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Through his legs, the cocksucker stared as my dick emerged, his eyes locked on my shaft. "Put it in me," he murmured. "All the way in your culo," I said. "You already seeded?" "No. Just sucked my bud off." His legs were starting to shake a bit; he was tweaking hard, and he needed something to focus on. I knew just the thing to help him. I walked over to where he was bent over and lined up my cock with his hole. I spit on it a few times; he deserved a bit of lube. "Fuck. Be slow." "Why," I started, and pressed my dick against his hole. "Should," I continued, as I rammed into him, brutally opening him up. "I." Two inches of my shaft disappeared into his hole. "Care." Another five inches entered his body. "Fuck," he gasped. "Not so..." he started. But I cut him off. "Shut the fuck up, faggot. No one cares what a cocksucker says." I paused for a second, mostly to enjoy the sensation of a hot, wet hole welcoming my dick. The shift had been utterly boring, and it was nice to have some fun right before I had to head back home. It was particularly nice to be able to pound this particular faggot's hole. He had been out of town for a few days, and I had missed the way his hole sucked in my dick and then milked it dry. This was the natural order of the world, a man like me enjoying some stupid faggot's body. I pushed the last inch of my dick into the young man's hole. He gasped but that only made my cock harder. "You still got any favors?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "I do. Pipe's empty, but I've got some more tina." "My pipe's just fine," I said. I pulled my dick out. It was clean, although already shiny with spit and ass juice. "Get me your stash, and bend over the desk." He pulled a zippered case out of his shorts. He opened it and pulled out a small baggie. It was full of water-clear crystals. It had been years since I had been able to enjoy; I got tested too often on this job to risk partying any longer. But it didn't mean I didn't enjoy getting a faggot fucked up and revel in the depravity that ensued. "Give it here," I said. He handed it over without protest. From the weight, I guessed it was nearly five grams; the faggot wasn't messing around today. "And fucking bend over," I repeated, when he hesitated and instead watched what I was doing with the tina. "Yes sir," he said meekly and bent over the desk, his head pressed against the smooth wood surface, his face carefully bent away from me. I opened the bag of crystal, and removed a single small shard. Still, it was going to be more than enough for what I had planned. I stuck my pinky under my foreskin, lifting it up just enough to stick the shard underneath. It would melt a bit, and give me a bit of a high. But most of it would land in the poor tweaker boy's ass, pushing him sky-high. It scratched a bit, and the familiar burn came soon after. I spit on my dick twice, then lined it up with my boy's asshole. "Fucking take it, puta," I grunted, as I pressed my dick back into his hole. There was just enough spit for it to enter easily. But, at about inch four, I felt my foreskin slide back. The motion released my dickhead's first mind-altering payload directly into the faggot's tender asshole. "Fuck," the boy said. "You fucking dosed me." "I'm sorry," I said. I slapped his ass just in case he needed to be reminded of who was in charge here. "I didn't hear what you said." "Fuck," he hissed under his breath. I pushed my dick a bit deeper, feeling the shard scrape against our shared skin. He gasped, but managed to force himself to speak. "Thank you, Sir." "Hell yeah," I said. I pushed my dick the rest of the way in, feeling my pre-cum begin to drip. It was helping to lube up the boy and to melt the crystal. "You're gonna get a big fucking load. Straight from my goddamn Latin dick." "Fuckin' A!" he yelped. I slapped his ass. I didn't want anything interrupting this, or at least not before I had gotten my nut off in him. "Better remember how to enjoy it," I said. "Cause I'm not stopping until I cum in that tweaked-out ass of yours." I slid out a few inches, then shoved my dick back into the boy. As I did so, the shard broke up. I hardly cared. If anything, the smaller fragments would get absorbed far faster and that meant I could properly rape-fuck the faggot. "And I'm not pulling out, either." "Please Sir," he gasped. I reached under him and grabbed his balls. Like his cock, they had shrunk a bit under the influence of the crystal. I squeezed them, just hard enough to remind him who was in charge. "Fuck, Sir. Please Sir. Give me your load." He struggled a little bit, but not enough to matter. It only served to force my shaft deeper into his body. "That's what I like to hear, tweaker boy," I said. I squeezed his balls a little harder. His ass clenched, as he struggled to deal with the pain. My dick twitched in reaction and dripped more pre-cum into him. From previous encounters, I knew he was a total slut. The dried cum on his face only re-enforced that perception. I hoped the next guy liked sloppy seconds, because by the time I had finished seeding his hole, he was going to be burping cum. "And stop fighting it. We both know you love getting fucked hard." He relaxed slightly, and I took the opportunity to slam my dick deep into his guts. He immediately clenched back up, but it only served to lock my dick right in place in his ass. "Just take it faggot," I said, grabbing his waist, and levering myself another half inch into his body. His body was completely my play thing now, and I wasn't going to take anything less than full domination. For both of us, me dominating him was the right thing to do. Faggots were always happier when they had a real man's cock in their mouth or ass and men were always happier when they didn't have to hold back. He wasn't the only arrogant faggot in the building. They acted so superior, until they saw my dick and then they were powerless to say no to anything I asked of them. I started dosing guys three years ago. A year later, I stopped bothering with condoms. It was bareback or nothing. If anything, they started coming more often. Another year, and I stopped listening to them tell me how it felt. All that was important was how it felt for me. I pulled my dick out and slammed it back in. His ass struggled to take me in, but that was part of the attraction. Something taken by force is delectable and satisfying than the plain banality of something freely given. His sudden grunts were all I needed to power through a hard-pounding, deep-dicking hole raping. He struggled for a bit, before my anal assault became too much. I was surprised that he had lasted as long as he did. The tina must have been really kicking in. "Fuck, Sir, Please Sir," he grunted. My dick twitched. There was nothing like a tweaked-out faggot begging for cock that made me drip pre-cum. The utter depravity of a man giving it up for another man, not just allowing me to do this to him, but begging me. "Fuck me, Sir," he repeated over and over again. It was his prayer to the only god he recognized or understood, a man's cock. I pushed my dick in, and held it there. "You want more?" I asked, letting a bit of pre-cum drip out. "Please Sir," he said. The certainty was no longer there. He remembered what had happened times before, when his god was a vengeful god. L pressed my weight against his hole, and my shaft sunk in deeper. He moaned, it was hard to tell if it was from pleasure or pain. It was harder for me to care which it was. His hole felt just fine squeezing and milking my shaft. "Um," he started. "Um, Maybe," he continued. It was hard for him to get the words out. "I'm not sure." It was now clear it wasn't pleasure any longer. It's hurting a bit." I moaned in pleasure. There was something about eliciting that reaction from him that felt like I had just unlocked a personal accomplishment. I pulled out from his hole. Not all the way, but enough to make him think it might be over. "Oh?" I asked. I gently stroked his hole with my shaft. "You know, we don't have to do this. Ever." I put the emphasis on the last word. I had always made it clear with my faggots that they were free to say no. But their "no" would be final. I'd never touch them again. I can't say it wasn't difficult; when some of the pitiful little faggots came back begging, it was often hard to say no, to busting them up and reminding them what pitiful beasts they were. "But, it's.... it’s so big," he grunted. I smiled and pushed it back into him. "You're hurting me," he grunted. His face was pressed up against the desk with his left cheek pressing against the dusty surface. His face was rigid in pain. My dick was rigid in pleasure. "Oh?" I asked. I started slowly but intently slam-fucking him. Each forceful thrust into his guts elicited a yelp, but despite it, he didn't tell me to stop. "I think I'm enjoying this fuck," I said, as I fell into a steady rhythm of sliding into him, dripping some pre-cum, then pulling out. "Fucking want to pound you," I said, slowly picking up the pace. "Please, Sir," he moaned. But this time, there was no longer the anger and fear in his voice. The crystal I had dosed him with had melted and it was now kicking in. It was the perfect timing; I needed to get off, but I wasn't interested in holding him down. "Breed me Sir, the faggot moaned. With those words, he had given himself completely over to me. "Fucking breed you," I replied. "Breed that faggot hole hard," I grunted as I slammed the entire length of my dick into his hole. He gasped, his eyes widened, but yet, he still managed to clamp that hole tight around my dick. "Breed that faggot hole deep," I grunted as I pulled out and pushed back in, breaking down the last of his resistance to my manhood. "Please Sir, breed me. Give me your seed, Sir." The crystal had worked its magic, and he was now in full-fledged cum slut mode. He would do anything, pay almost any price to get the next load. I checked my watch. Unfortunately, I had only a few more minutes before the next shift would be arriving. I wouldn't be able to put the slut through his full paces, but, there was no way I was going to pass up the chance to nut in him at least once. "Please, Sir," he repeated. His voice was unnaturally even and expressionless. It was the same for his eyes. They were still open, but they were focused on some distant, unknowable point. The crystal had taken him away, and he was lost somewhere in his own world. I slapped his ass hard, and slammed my dick back into him. I didn't want him escaping the utter reality of my fuck. "Fuck!" he grunted, as he jerked back to the inescapable present. "Oh God," he continued. "Fucking big dick," he said. At the last minute, he remembered what he needed to be saying. "Thank you, Sir." I laughed. It was just pure, animal joy. I had gotten my dick up some guy's hole, and he was begging me to cum inside him. I would head some satiated and happy, the faggot would walk home exhausted, sore, and filled with sperm. I hadn't meant the laugh to come across cruel; it was just a laugh. Besides, my need to fuck hard was just as valid as the fag's need to be raped. There was no cruelty in maintaining the proper order of nature. "Just," he started. I slammed my dick into him, and he gasped. "No," I said. "I'm gonna get off the way I want to." Unlike some sluts, he took my cock mostly uncomplaining. I hated a faggot who constantly complained and was not above using some duct tape to keep him quiet. My dick throbbed. As much as I wanted to prolong the pleasure, I was already working on borrowed time. I needed to be at the front desk when the next shift arrived. "Hell yeah," I grunted, and slammed my dick in and out a few times. I finally settled with my cockhead nestled deep in the fag's hole. I held it there for a second, feeling how hot his hole was. I had never used a condom on him. I always fuck a faggot bareback and yet, they never seemed to get knocked up. The entire length of my dick tingled. I pulled out half an inch and then shoved it back in. It was the last bit of stimulation I needed and the monster between my legs took over. My balls clenched up tight and my staff thickened. I heard the fag gasp. "Fucking going to breed you," I said and slammed my dick all the way into his hole. He gasped again. I responded by shooting the first spurt of cum deep in his hole. "Fucking." I shot another spurt of man-juice into his hole. "Breeding." One more jet was injected deep in his hole. "You." I stopped any pretense of speaking, and just unloaded in his ass. Two more spurts landed inside of the cocksucker, then a third and fourth. My orgasm seemed to go on forever, through several more jets of cum. It was the way a real man came. It was intense, demanding, and uncompromising. "Fuck," the fag grunted, his entire body shivering from intensity of my orgasm. "Fuck, please," he moaned. I couldn't tell if he was begging for more, or for less. I went with more, and pushed all the way back into him, and unleashed several more jets. "Fill me up," he grunted. "Fucking fill me with your seed." He had that distant look again. The crystal had convinced him that he wasn't being fucked; it was just his body going through a rough bit. I checked my watch. I had only a few more minutes, and I couldn't get caught for this. It wasn't enough time to fuck him properly, but there was more than enough time to properly fuck him up. "You want it all, faggot?" I ask. "Yeah," he says, his voice once more distant. "Please, Sir. I want it all." I was even getting his permission to fuck him over. I grabbed the little bag of crystal, and extracted another thick shard from it. The cocksucker was already tweaked. This was going to put him into fucking orbit. I almost wished my shift was not coming to an end because it was going to be hot to watch the parade of men arrive to fuck him, then leave not twenty minutes later. "You're going to get it, faggot," I said. I started to pull my dick out of his hole. I was careful not to let any of the cum that I had just injected into him drip out of his hole. It was important that the cocksucker make my fluids part of his body. "Get damn everything," I said, as another few inches of my dick emerged from his hole. It was wet and glossy from the cum, and still impressively thick and hard. "Please, don't pull out," he said. But it was too late. With a wet popping sound, my dickhead slipped from his hole. I silently counted how long it took for his hole to close back up. One second went by, and I could still see the pool of cum in his anus. Then two and three seconds, and his hole tightened up enough to hide the cum. Only after five long and slutty seconds did his ass finally close up. My dick was the one with the power and it had done this to the faggot. My dick twitched in pleasure. "Just wait," I said. I pinched the shard between my thumb and forefinger. I had barely brushed my fingers against his but that it opened up and let me push in. I pushed in past two knuckles before pausing, but eventually, both fingers and their potent cargo were palm-deep in his hole. "There," I said. I released the shard, and carefully pushed the crystal a bit deeper in his hole. "Ooooof," he muttered. "What's that?" I pulled back and quickly found his prostate. I rubbed it twice, which was all he needed to start moaning in pleasure. It would be a minute or two before the warmth really kicked in and he realized that I had dosed him. "Fuck," I said. I slapped his ass; when he looked back, he saw me glancing at my watch. "Gotta get back to work, faggot. Get dressed." He paused, longer than any cocksucker should ever think about an order. I slapped his ass. "Get dressed," I repeated. I stuffed my cock into my underwear and got dressed again. The cocksucker pulled up his shorts, barely even trying to hide his freshly-fucked hole. The cocksucker grabbed the bag of crystal off the desk; I doubt he noticed that there were two fewer shards in it. He looked at me like he was expecting something. "You know what to do," I said. "Yes, Sir," he said. I walked out of the storage area, and back to my desk. Luckily, I was still alone. Which meant that the next shift was now officially late. One minute later, the faggot stepped out of the storage room, closed the door behind him, and went straight to the elevator. I would always watch him, but he had never returned my gaze. Today was no different; he stared down, like he was embarrassed by what he had just done. I looked at my watch again. I laughed. I had gotten my rocks off and I was getting overtime. Not a bad start to my Saturday.

"I've been horny the last few days and I've taken lots of cock and cum," he said on the IM I received today. "I need to breed that hole of yours. Horny fucking dad here. Need to dump some loads," I replied. His description told me he was a Hot Latin guy about 5'8 185 br/br 7c cock and a bubble butt that needs cock. The profile information also indicated he was only a few miles away, so I invited him to my hotel room, telling him I wanted to fuck his brains out. He was on his way in a flash. He arrived quickly, dropped his pants and frantically pulled-off all of his other clothing, and then unbidden, jumped onto the bed and immediately commenced sucking my cock. Note this all occurred and we hadn't even said hello to each other. Anyhow, as he sucked my cock I reached over his back, and found I could finger his hole, which was good 'cause I really, really wanted to slid inside his ass. In my view blow jobs are nice but the real fun is pounding a hole. "Do you have other loads in there now? I love sloppy hole," I asked. He shook his head. He had gotten a load earlier but it had been awhile and his hole was hungry again for more cock and seed. I added a trace of lube to my now spit-covered cock, sliding my dick against his hungry hole. He was a moaner. He moaned and grunted in pleasure, which turned me on even more! Plunging in, I backed out and pushed back inside. His hole was wide open. It was so soft and warm and wet inside. I swear he was one of those rare guys who self lubricates as his ass was wet far beyond what I would have expected from the combination of our preparations and my pre-cum. I fucked him doggie style, grabbing his hips and pumping in and out. Now, my cock isn't huge, I'd honestly say it is of average size, but whatever size it is, I definitely love to pound an ass, and this was no exception. "FUCK! You're hitting the ring! Aww Fucker, you've got good aim!" he said over and over. He was in heaven. And I also loved his hole, so that after only a few minutes, I thrust into his hole full depth, shooting my first load of the day deep inside his hole, which, by this time, was gaping wide open. I paused fucking so he could feel the pulsation of my cock, and then resumed fucking so I was the one screaming with pleasure. His hole just grabbed onto my cock keeping it hard, coaxing it until I shot a second load deep inside. I rolled off and took a break. We chatted a bit and before long he was sucking me hard again. I threw him on his stomach and mounted him. He couldn't move and my cock was lodged inside his hole again. All too soon I shot my third load. We both lay there for a bit sweaty and tired from the sex. We thanked each other. I thanked him for his hole and he thanked me for cock and cum. He left and I jumped in the shower, wearing the biggest grin on my face. I needed that!

I just had this happen to me in a hotel room in London. I had posted on Doublelist that I was having several tops over to fuck me in my room from 6pm till 11pm. As usual, only about 1/4 of the guys that had requested invites showed up. But, I'd had a good turnout and got 4 loads in my ass and 2 loads down my throat. One young, aggressive black guy that I had been chatting with for several days had initially told me he would be over at 8pm. He didn't show. He then messaged me at 10pm and said he was on his way. He'd be there within the hour. He never showed. Finally at 12:45am I was tired and the guys had stopped showing up. So, I put out the do not disturb sign, pulled the duct tape off the door locks, locked the door, turned off the lights and was climbing into bed, when he texted me that he'd just tried my door and it was locked. FUCK! I'd been waiting for him all night, and now that I'm ready for bed, he decides to show up nearly 5 hours late? He said he was down in the lobby. I told him to come up. He was definitely worth it. He was hot looking, a big, hard dick. And he knew how to fuck. He fucked me raw, hard, deep and long for about 45 minutes before he came inside me. It was fun, but it would have been even funner if he'd shown up when he said he was coming, and I wouldn't have been so tired and so sore.

Are you the real Nick Moretti? or are you just quoting him?

My ex hated me getting hard when he was fucking me or other tops were fucking me as he felt I was not concentrating on the tops' needs and focusing on my own. He would often masturbate me himself before he or other tops fucked me and used my own cum as lube for the first cock. As time went on I was just so into being topped I totally lost any erection the instant a cock entered me. Even today I I am no longer interested in blowing or tops making me cum, I prefer just to take cock and loads and worry about myself afterwards in private.

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I knew what I was getting into. I’d heard of Lawyer John’s notorious parties through the grapevine for years. My friend Con, who was a filthy gossip, pointed him out to me a few times in the nightclubs of Belfast. Lawyer John (our nickname for him) was pretty to miss though given his overall “too-hot-to-stay-in-Belfast” looks and physique. Lawyer John was a suave stunner in his mid-forties, with a gym fit body and expensive tousled “salt and pepper” haircut. He should have been modelling suits for Gucci or something, and not raising the bell-curve for us poor mortals who didn’t have any other option but to stay here in the North, drowning our sorrows as we were that night. Northern Ireland once again performed abysmally in rugby, getting trashed by the All Blacks earlier that day. Con’s favourite pastime, after a few jars, was nodding his head over at some poor trick in the club and divulging all his nasty secrets. Usually they involved Con, a quirky fetish and/or an STI. Con was an old-school gossip and would always start off in his thickest working class Belfast accent with the line “Didja ya see that wee lad there righ? Well…” At this point our posse would be leaning forward wondering what new tale of desperation or filth we were in for. With Lawyer John, Con would always drink deep from his Guinness, nod over at him and then launch into the following tale. “Did I tell ye lads about our friend Lawyer John over there. Mike (this was me) knows, but I’ll tell the rest of ye. Steer clear of that fucker. A right nasty piece of work they say lads. They say he hosts these parties y’see. Where all the A-gays of Belfast go and get gee-eyed out of it on G and E and coke and whatever else you’d be having. No condoms, no fucking sense, and a few prossies hired up from London or wherever. He works over in the courts too, so he should know better. Anyways, the parties always get really fuckin wild, and to hear tell of it, at one of the last ones there was a lad who overdosed. Some fucker up from Fermanagh, still wet behind the ears and looking for his bit of freedom from his mammy and the farm, thought he’d try his hand at hooking. Anyways as the story goes, the lad reacted badly with the cocktail of drugs he was on and it wasn’t till after the party that they realised he was unconscious and had been for about a day or two. It was then that they dropped him outside the Pipeworks sauna and called the police. Kid nearly died. Seemingly was left with some nasty nerve damage too. And that kid…” and Con leaned in here, building suspense, “is none other than Ugly Eoghan!” I’d heard it before so chuckled to watch the looks of incomprehension on our mates as they tried to fit the pieces together. Lawyer John was some jet-setting executive who probably had a sea of hot accountants who wanted him to write off their “bad debts”. Meanwhile Ugly Eoghan was the odd drunk that’d turn up outside the Kremlin as the crowd turned out in the early morning, trying to chat up the very, very drunk twinks outside. He worked the “going-home” crowd, cause he’d been barred from every gay establishment between here and Dublin. He was only in his early thirties, but had such a way with him that he looked at least ten years older and while there was nothing necessarily disfigured about him, he had a constant stoop, squinted eyes and a perpetually sneering mouth, so you couldn’t help but be repulsed by him. To think that this gay “character” had been created by the beautiful and sophisticated Lawyer John was a good yarn, but none of us really believed it. Sensing our disbelief, Con urged us “it’s true honest! Ugly Eoghan’s life wasn’t always the car-crash you see outside the chipper on a Saturday pawing at the twinks. But seemingly Lawyer John has high connections, and got the whole thing hushed up. The police, the other party-goers, even the sauna staff, everyone was hushed up”. We nodded as Con knocked back the rest of his Guinness and looked to see who was getting the next round in. He always got a bit conspiracy-ish after a few, talking one minute about chem-trails, and the next about how the fluoride pumped in Irish water was to keep people passive. A nudge knocked me out of my reverie. It was my round. I waited at the bar for the hot new barman Sven to get my drinks. Seemingly he had to learn how to replace a keg or something, but you’d forgive a white blond Nordic god a lot for a flash of his dopey smile, so I pulled out my phone and checked my apps. Grindr and Scruff were disappointing as usual, though my profile didn’t invite a lot of comment – it was just a torso like all the rest of them – showing off my six-pack from two years ago, which had since gone into a small hibernation. Not that most tricks minded. None of them looked quite like their photos either, and as long as I wasn’t, well, ugly Eoghan, and I shoved all nine inches of my cock into them, I heard no complaints. The only messages I had was from this hot nurse Gavin who I always had a great back and forth with, but who always chickened out of all the dates I suggested, to the point where I gave up trying. Sometimes I was in the mood to flirt with him, knowing it’d have no effect, but not today. Sensing someone pushing past me for a newly opened gap at the bar, I moved to let the guy settle in beside me. I did a very subtle double-take when I realised it was the devil himself – Lawyer John. He didn’t even notice me. He still had his head turned, taking drink orders off of some tall muscle-bound blond who’d be perfect as an extra in any World War 2 film, yellow blonde where Sven was white. I took the time to properly study the Lawyer-man up close. God, he was gorgeous. He’s one of those guys who looks so much better as a 40 year old than he ever would have as a 20 year old. His tailored shirt opening to show a defined lean body and sculpted lines across his collarbones, up his neck and in his deep dimples as he laughed at something the Aryan giant said. I waited for the polite “eye-contact” nod that in Ireland passed for “thank you for giving me space at the bar”, but the lawyer studiously turned forward and blanked me. Pfft. Whatever. I guess if you don’t look like you breathe the same rarefied air as these little gods, you may as well be invisible. I then heard the distinctive message tones from Gay-Romeo beside me. I looked over, and sure enough, Lawyer John had his phone out too. I guess little gods need a bit of help looking for love too. I noticed he was mostly scanning an app with a black and orange design. I leaned over a little further. It was called “BBRT” or something like that. I then heard the Sven clear his throat “Ah Mike, jour drrinks” “oh right, cheers Sven!” A few drinks more with the lads at the pub, then at Con’s house and eventually we’re all calling it a night. It’s proper late, by the time I’m back in my flat near the university, like 6am. I clumsily broke the laptop out and looked up this BBRT website. Bareback Real Time Sex, it said. I gulped a little. I’ve not usually been one for bareback – topping’s the same to me if I top protected or not, so I always chose the former. Up until this point I’d never successfully bottomed, with or without a condom, so I saw no attraction in barebacking. However, Lawyer John was on it, and who knew, maybe he was only a click or two away. I could beat off to some pics of him, no harm, no foul. I read through the usual preamble with starting an account, and then once I’d verified my email and put up the bare skeleton of a profile (Newry9inch), I got to seeing who was online in Belfast. This was a very different pool to the Grindr/Scruff guys. There were a few kinky bastards who revelled in anything pain related, a few kids that had the title Bug-Chaser in their profile and then me by the looks of it. Noone else was online. I went back to filling out my profile, deciding to put up a cock pic as my main profile pic (it wasn’t as if I was looking for friends or gym buddies on this site). Then after a bit more thought I added a headless nude shot and an over-the-shoulder arse pic. “Fuck it!” I thought and headed to the bathroom. When I got back, I was in luck. My inbox had three more messages from three different guys – not just the welcome bot. The first was a proper daddy type who wanted to spank my ass for being up so late. I chuckled, and politely declined. The next was from a blank profile online asking “u into scat?” I once again replied “cheers, but definitely not my thing. All the best”, cause I may be many things, but I always answer people, so there’s no ambiguity. I’m a motherfucking gentleman! The last was interesting. It was another blank profile “northernlights”, this time asking “u into pnp?” Now I won’t lie. I love me a bit of rolling with molly or speed-pumped sex, so this had my slut-senses tingling – could this be Lawyer John? I answered “could be. Why?” And waited… About half a minute later I get a reply. “We’re looking to score” and a link to a webpage within BBRT. I clicked through the link and it directed me to an expired party page from earlier that night– some sort of group page that BBRT did for people arranging group meets – wow BBRT really knew their audience! This page had the description “Party – Titanic Quarter for titanic men”. I snorted at that. The blurb below was written as if a size queen on meth – detailing all the types of men who could apply (a very select few) and all the guys who couldn’t. To be honest the description was a turn-off. One of those impossibly high standard parties that I wouldn’t dream of trying for after a few rejections earlier on in life. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I feel pretty hot – I rock the slightly rough/scruffy, three-day stubbled scally lad look, but I would never fit in with the built Abercrombie and Fitch crowd. My body was lean and I was an in-shape lad especially for my job (a journalist for a less than reputable paper… ok so, a tabloid journalist – it paid the bills) but I’d never have this party’s required “defined muscles” or “less than 5% body fat” (I kid you not – that’s what they wrote). The rest of post summed up that a group party had been organised (about 6 hours earlier) for the A-gays of Belfast. Good-fucking luck to ‘em I thought! I saw my inbox had another message and clicked it. Northernlights again. “u know any dealers?” I chuckled and then remembered something. Looking to my chest of drawers in the middle of the room, I pulled out my sock drawer and fumbled at the back. I pulled out my old metal tea-box that had my weed and the makings of my joints in, a few pills, and also… at the bottom… …Eureka!.. I found the bag of MDMA that my mate’s sister’s boyfriend’s friend left behind at a houseparty a year back. The lad went mental looking for it afterwards, but cause he was a dick I didn’t call him up a week later when I found it behind the coal bucket. It was about 10-15g of product, but I’d tried it, and maybe cause it’d be been left out somewhere humid, or maybe cause it was it was just a shit supply, but it did nothing for me. But there was enough here for a trade. Maybe I’d get some money for it finally? I messaged back. “None that are awake right now. My usual guy’s disappeared too. I’ve a bit of my own supply - MDMA here (10-15g), dunno how good it is, if you’re desperate? J” (Was the smiley too much?) Northernlights was quick to reply “Yeah would be up for that - could buy it – where u? Could send taxi round? We’re in X” Obviously I’m not gonna reveal where exactly the guy was – but it was a very swanky part of town. Northernlights sent me on details of the place and then signed off – “…Thanks lad. See you soon” No name. But honestly considering we’d just agreed to perform a crime online I could understand that. Nice one! I was gonna finally sell off my old stash and at least see what the inside of one of these exclusive parties looked like. The taxi came round 15 minutes later. I was barely out of the shower and into my cleaner pair of going-out trackies when I heard my phone go off. I grabbed my whole stash box and all the way there I was full of nervous jitters. I kept thinking I was going to end up at some weird “eyes-wide-shut” masked party. The apartment building was one of the very modern ones that went up as part of the Titanic quarter’s refurbishment after the peace agreement. I remember seeing it being built and even then thinking I’d never be able to afford living in a posh place like this. I rang the apartment bell. Elocution lessons answered; “Yars?” “Um, this is ahem, Newry….” “Oh roight! Yars yars, push the door when it buzzes” I made my way up. On the way up I kept formulating and reformulating the plan. See how much they were willing to pay to keep their party going. Get a good look around to see how to super-hot live and try to see a few fucking, to fill the wank-bank. Get them to order me another taxi. Would they stretch to a pizza too? Oh, but how to make sure this wasn’t an elaborate police op? Wasn’t that entrapment? Did that law even apply in Belfast? Better make sure to get them to do a line for free first. I got to the door. I rapped gently on it. No answer. I was about to ring the bell when the door opened and there in a red and grey silk dressing gown stood Lawyer John. A-Gay of Belfast numero uno! “Newry9inches?” he said, smiling at me, showing those dimples. Those goddamn beautiful dimples! I nodded mutely and he waved me in. He muttered something about doing business upstairs in his room as I looked around the split-level apartment. There were bags and clothes on most of the chairs and couches in the main entrance hall-cum-living room. The floor plan was pretty open and segued from living room to foyer to kitchen (which was divided from the rest by an outjutting counter) all across the entire lower floor. There were some shadowy figures in the extremities of the kitchen and living room, but before I could better make them out, John beckoned me up his stairs (solid oak beams projecting from the wall, no banistair, very swanky!) I clambered up behind him, getting glimpses of his very tan, very developed gym-toned legs, to come out on a long corridor landing. Everything was ivory tones and expensive looking. There were about four doors off the corridor – two guest bedrooms, the main bedroom and main bathroom. As we went into the main bedroom I saw the entire outer wall was one plate window giving a fantastic view back over Belfast City. The bed was massive and recently used and there was an en-suite bathroom to the left. John sat down on the bed and looked expectantly me… “The MDMA?” “Oh right, yeah let me just get that out” and I walked over to the desk. He followed behind me as I lay the bag of white powder on the table. I saw the remains of some other lines of powder there and a credit card. I turned to him. “Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but cause I’m not used to, um, normally, ever doing this, and how do I know this isn’t some police sting?” He laughed a rich baritone laugh at that and said something about the differences in UK and American law, and that he’d asked me to bring over with me to sell, which indeed would be a form of entrapment. He then smiled and said, “but if it makes you feel better, I can do a line in front of you now?” I nodded, and he took the bag from me and poured some out. Crushing it with his credit card he asked me to roll up a twenty-pound note as he scraped together four short lines. When he pulled back he waved me forward to do the first two lines – oh right – I weirdly hadn’t expected to be doing the MDMA in front of him, but fuck it. I ducked down, snorted them up and passed the twenty. Squeezing and pinching my nose I looked over as he rose from his lines. “So do you wanna sit down for a bit, to see if it kicks in?” I asked. He nodded toward the bed, snuffling back all the powder. I sat down on the edge, he sat beside me. “I think I saw you out earlier” I mentioned. He nodded. “Mike here by the way” “Simon here” he replied, extending his hand for a handshake and smiling. I started to feel something in the back of my brain, but I was never great with MDMA. “I think I’m feeling it” I mentioned, “but it’s always a bit odd for me, how about you?” I asked. He was raising his half-shut eyes and muttering to himself… Yeah he was definitely feeling something. “Oh yars Mark” “uh it’s Mike” “Sorry Mike. Yah I’m feeling it – that is …some good stuff you have”. He looked at me. His eyes were massively dilated. We said in unison “wow your eyes…” and trailed off and chuckled. I looked at this guy who only hours before had seemed a part of the frosty impenetrable A-gay elite rubbish of Belfast, and yet here we were now, bonding. It was beautiful. I felt Simon and I were having a special time outside of time and that I could suddenly confide totally in him. “You should laugh more dude, your dimples are gorgeous” He smiled at this, and replied, “you’re pretty cute yourself dealer-man” I got a cheeky thought “what else can you do to prove you’re not a police officer?” His deep chuckle was adorable. “Well what would you like me to…” We got cut off by a knock on the door, the en-suite door. “Hey Si, are you still with that dealer guy?” The door opened and a tall pale guy with jet black hair stepped in. He was wearing a towel around his waist and had obviously come from the shower. His body definitely fit into the 5% body fat category. I think I could have seen him on a Men’s Health magazine or something – he had a familiar look about him. Every random Latin-named muscle was on display and some new ones too I think. “This him?” he asked Simon. “Yeah, this mmmmm here is…. Mark..no Mike! This is Iain” Iain smiled and extended his hand to me. “Not named after the Reverend I assure you.” I laughed and still felt very odd to be shaking everyone’s hand at a sex party. He then turned to look back at the desk. His back was just pure sculpture. I looked over to see Simon/Lawyer John smirking at me, catching me ogling the beefcake mere metres away from me. I giggled and nudged him. Yeah ok maybe the MDMA was having an effect. I’d missed Iain’s request “What now?” Iain repeated himself “Is it ok if I sample a line or two” “Be my guest,” I sorta slurred out. Iain bent over the desk to crush out a line’s worth. I was looking at Simon. He had mischief in his eyes. “Iain” Simon called, “I need to prove something to Mike here” and reached over to his towel-covered ass. Tugging on the towel as Iain crushed his line, Simon succeeded on pulling the towel off, revealing Iain’s pale magnificent ass. Iain barely reacted, engrossed in his task. The twin globes were just that right blend of smooth and bubble-butt, spreading down into two tree trunks of thighs. A real rugby player physique! Oh shit, now I knew where I’d seen Iain before. He’s Iain the rugby player! The gay rugby player Iain Hawkins! He was the prop-forward for the Northern Irish team who’d recently come out and had all his family support him in the papers, and his… boyfriend! I watched him earlier today get trounced by the fuckin Kiwis! My tabloid journalist was itching at the size of the scoop I had in front of me. Belfast A-Gay number 2, Iain Hawkins prop-forward for Northern Ireland, showing me his incredibly fuckable ass, while doing Class A drugs. Another part of me took over as I refocused on that ass. “Mike” Simon called back to me, “I’m gonna do something I’m pretty sure no undercover cop would do” and with that licked a finger and started to pull Iain’s ass-cheeks apart. Then exposing Iain’s pink rosy hole, he guided the lubed finger into Iain’s hole. Working it in quite quickly I figured Iain had already been fucked this night. Simon replaced his finger with his tongue as he got up properly to rim his friend. I heard Iain groan in appreciation and follow it with one quick snort. I was rubbing my cock through my grey tracksuit bottoms. Simon winked at me and looked to my growing bulge. “Looks like your username wasn’t lying” I smirked and coyly asked “do you want to check for yourself?” as I stood up, raising my crotch to his head height. He used his free hand to snag my tracksuit bottoms down exposing my navy blue jockstrap and jutting nine-incher. Simon mouthed a “wow”, as most guys do. It’s not just nine or nine and a half inches, it’s also quite a thick girthy cock which often a lot of bottoms can’t work with – they think they can, but their eyes are too big for their asshole. Simon got to work, pushing the jockstrap pouch to the side and freeing my monster. As he started lapping on the underedge of my cock, I reached over and started rubbing Iain’s ass cheeks. Iain took another snort and wriggled his ass in appreciation, or at least that what I took his ass-wriggle for. Unopposed I moved both my hands to cup Iain’s ass, kneading and massaging, rearranging our trio so that I could bend over to rim Iain while still giving Simon clear access to my cock. Iain’s hole tasted beautiful. You could tell that the cunt has been used, I could even detect some cum that hadn’t been fully washed away. Damn right I’ll admit I look for a good sloppy-seconds ass when I’m whoring myself round. I steer the fuck away from virgins and twinks. Fucking a cum-dump’s ass where it’s cold and virginal on the outside, but hot and juicy at the core… mmm my version of heaven. After a few minute of rimming and sucking – Simon sure loved sucking my cock and I was feeling a little more adventurous. I was alternating my tongue and my two left fingers, playing Iain’s ass like a fiddle. Iain pushed his juicy orbs again back at us, Simon pulled off of me to come beside me and watch as Iain started twitching his ass. I kept a grip on his ass shoving my left thumb inside him. Simon grabbed and turned my cheek and we stared intensely into eachother’s eyes. Simon took a step closer and asked, “would a policeman do this?” and grabbed the back of my head pulling me in to a full-on kiss. Our tongues were running against eachother, his spit, my spit. As I kissed him passionately back I felt his robe fall open and felt my cock bounce and joust with his thick 7 incher. Every bit of his body was tan, including his cock. I ran my right hand up and down his defined body, running over each muscular ridge – I kept asking myself, was this really happening? I looked down to pinch myself and could see a pearl of precum had started to drip off of his hooded shaft. I started to bend my knees to lick up every drop from his precum-dripping cock – I love a dripper! However Simon held me back and wiped his steady precum flow onto my own spit slicked member. After milking himself this way for a bit, he grunted up at Iain, “look back for a second Iain” Iain, minor sports celebrity, minor gay celebrity for the UK had recently done a fashion-spread for GQ magazine with his boyfriend. Yet right then he was currently sporting just a white powder moustache and a smile. He looked back over his shoulder at my proud nine-incher slick with Simon’s juices, as Simon tapped my cock against his twitching hole. “Oh yeah Mikey, shove that gorgeous stick into me” All thoughts of his boyfriend evaporated, all my thoughts of safety evaporated, I needed those ass-pussy lips on my poor naked cock and I needed it now! Ok yeah, the MDMA was definitely working at this point. I didn’t wait for a second request and shoved my tool deep in that slut’s hole. And what a fucking hole, it was a prime hole – medium rare/pink on the outside, juicy yet well done on the inside. I was a bit worried Simon’s precum wasn’t enough lube, but Iain already had a least two loads in him giving my cock the lovely cream covering as I churned that gut-butter up. I gave that rugby player a fucking penalty, conversion and a try. In fact I lost myself so much in pounding that perfect white arse's hole I didn’t notice Simon was gone. He had gone around to salvage the MDMA. It seemed I ploughed Iain a bit too heavily and now the prop forward had it all over him looking like some Japanese Geisha or some shit. “Oh shit dude, you’re gonna get so fucking high” I laughed, but I didn’t stop pounding him.

This is a continuation of BROOKLYN SERIES. Here is Link to that page in this section. ------- BROOKLYN SERIES: Surprise ParTy Man was I fuckin’ horny. That all too familiar itch was starting and I could not wait for the upcoming holiday weekend! I hadn't parTied in awhile. I like to space it out so it doesn't get too regular. And the crash and burn can wear me out so this way works for me. Plus nothing makes playing more exciting than anticipation. I took an extra day off at the beginning of the next week to allow some chill time after a weekend of some assplay that I was hoping would happen. A few FF buddies were interested in getting together but nothing was completely locked and confirmed. Seems like everyone I hoped to get with was just too fucking busy! It was early Saturday afternoon and I was online flirting with some men in Brooklyn. Manhattan was out of the question; I wasn't planning any travel time tonight and preferred to host. Guys were hitting on me though from different boroughs. I kept my profiles active on a few sites, waiting to see what would develop. And as horny as I was, hooking up in NYC is also about transit logistics. I wanted to keep it local tonight if any connections could occur. Meanwhile I got myself prepared. I cleaned out thoroughly and after about an hour, my hole was ready and itchy for action. I put on my black and red jock and then slipped into my leather boots. I sure looked fucking hot in this minimal gear! I went back online to see what was developing. A few guys sent me short notes or one-word inquiries that really wasn't picking my interest. I sent a few emails to some FF tops I was interested in. I gave my cell phone number to those I was serious to hook up with. I set up the portable sling in the bedroom. That took awhile (it sure isn't easy to do alone!). Thank god for WD-40! I also recently got a rim chair. A buddy in LA I hooked up with while there for work a few months back re-introduced me to the joys of rimchairs. I got one soon after that has legs with adjustable height so you can be more creative with it. I rigged it up at the tallest setting and sat on it and looked at my reflection at the large mirror leaning on the opposite wall. FUCK! The reflection sure looked hot! I leaned back a little and sank my ass deeper on the rimseat. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, pushing my asslips out slightly. I could see the slight quiver of motion in the mirror. My manhole was hungry! HOT! I was startled to hear my cell phone ringing. YEAH! I thought to myself. Someone took the bait! I jumped off the rimchair and found my iPhone. The caller ID read "Moving Company." HUH? I was a bit confused and picked up the call. "Hello," I answered, I couldn’t conceal a faint hint of disappointment in my voice. I thought it would be some hot FF Dad from online calling, not some wrong number or worse, a junk call. "Hello," the voice responded. It was thick and heavy with an accent. "Is this apartment #66?" "Yes," I replied. I was now confused: I didn’t leave my apartment number on any online flirting notes! WHO-THE-FUCK-WAS-THIS?!? "Hello. This is Ivan. I moved you into that apartment several months ago." He sounded like he was almost snarling. WTF!!! My manhole twitched. "Oh, uhhh...Hi Ivan. WOW! This is a surprise to hear from you!" I exclaimed. "Wha...what are you up to?" This was very unexpected. He was the last person I thought would be calling. I hadn’t seen him since the day I moved. "Well..." Ivan paused for a second. "I about to get off work and it long weekend coming up. I have days off so I thought, see what you up to?" FUCK! I was hard through my jock just listening to his broken English. "So how are you? How you like that apartment?" He was making awkward small talk. "Uhm...yeah I'm good…I’m good. Thank you," I replied, enthusiastically. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my hole was twitching under the rimseat. "The apartment is great. I love it. Love the neighorhood! I'm so glad I finally got the hell out of the city and moved to Brooklyn!" "What you doing?" He asked suddenly, the thick voice hung over the line. "Well, actually, nothing. Just…sitting around. Just hanging out tonight.” I bit my lip. “No plans.” "Would you like company." Ivan seemed to state that last line. He wasn't asking. He paused a few seconds before I could reply. "I free soon. I come over. Want to do some sTuff." He said that last word with a heavy, thick emphasis. My jock was getting a wet spot with my pre-cum just hearing his voice over the phone. "YEAH!" I almost yelled back, dizzy with excitement, trying to contain myself. "OK," the heavy accent continued. "I come over in next hour." I was about to give him my address when he interrupted. “I know where you live,” Ivan declared. “I bring surprise." And then he abruptly hung up. _________ The next hour seemed like an eternity. I was HUNGRY! I replayed the scene in my head, over and over, when Ivan and his crew moved me into the apartment several months ago; how an apartment move turned into this seduction and introduction: to mancunt and sTuff. I was rubbing my crotch, edging myself, sitting on the rimchair, teasing my mancunt with a lubed finger or two, admiring my reflection in the mirror as I waited for his arrival. The anticipation was building and building… My buzzer rang. I jumped out of the bedroom and ran to the intercom. I looked in the small security video monitor and saw Ivan leaning against the glass entry door to my building. I buzzed him in quickly and walked to my apartment front door and unlocked it and waited. After a minute I heard the elevator door slide open and shut outside in the hallway. A moment later he walked in, the bulky frame, the barrel chest, the broad shoulders, thick arms and legs, and that impressive bulge which looked larger than my memory had painted in my horny head. I was so in lust for him! He looked solid and masculine after a hard day's work. He was wearing a moving company jumpsuit uniform that was different than the last time we met. It fit him tight on the thighs and gut. But MAN! Did he look FUCKING HOT!!! "Hello. It is Ivan," he announced, holding the door behind him, the weight of the words hanging in the air. "And I bring surprise for you," the door swung open further and a second man walked in. The stranger smiled at me. "This is Roberto," Ivan introduced us. WHOA! HOLY SHIT! I was caught off guard. When I had buzzed Ivan in earlier I hadn't realized someone was with him. Roberto walked quickly into the apartment, shut the door and locked it behind him. He was taller than Ivan - about 6'2", muscular, but not as bulky and hefty as Ivan. He was slightly darker in tone, more like my complexion of a light medium tan. His face was square-jawed, the contour framed by a light buzzed black beard. His hair was as dark with short, wavy, curls. Like Ivan, he was not standard handsome. He had hard and yet soft features. His lips especially looked full and enlarged in a sexy way. He was in his late 30’s in age from my guess. His arms and legs were also thick and he wore the same jumpsuit uniform as Ivan. And there was an impressive bulge hanging to the left side of his crotch. I smiled back at him. "He work for me," Ivan continued as Roberto stepped forward, his hand extended to greet me. I took his hand and he held mine tight and firm. I do love a man that knows how to shake hands! I find it so erotic especially because I am always sizing up a man’s hands due to my love for assplay. Shaking hands with a masculine man is a great way for me to measure up a guy. You can tell so much by how long and tight a man extends himself in a handshake: his confidence, his masculinity, his sexual energy, and his attraction towards me. His hands were of medium size, a little smaller than Ivan's. His fingers though looked exceptionally long. My dick got harder under my jock. "I am Roberto. It is very nice to meet you," he smiled, looking me up and down, assessing me visually in the same way I had measured him a moment ago when our hands touched. I then realized I was only wearing my jock and boots and blushed for a second as I had only expected Ivan. "Likewise," I replied, returning the smile back at him. "Come on in," I moved to the side as Roberto entered my apartment. Ivan followed, grinning at me and I smirked at him silently - like WTF – and yet, I was excited at the same time! Like THANK YOU!!' "This is nice apartment you have," Roberto stated, walking around, checking out the space. I realized he also had an accent that I couldn't distinguish quite yet; it was Latin for sure. "Yes, it is very nice," Roberto continued, looking at me now, up and down, smiling at me. Flattery gets you everywhere. My dick twitched again. I wasn't blushing this time. Ivan walked behind me and grabbed my ass suddenly with those rough hands. He spread my cheeks and teased my hole with a finger, just lightly brushing the edge of my asslips. I moaned. "I been thinking about your mancunt for long time," Ivan pronounced. "I have few jobs nearby here last few months and when I drive by your street I get hard. I just never have time to see you," his finger went deeper in my hole, exploring, "until today." The finger twitched inside as I rolled my head to the side. Roberto walked towards us and leaned over, gazing at Ivan's actions. "This is mancunt I told you about," Ivan said, almost with a hint of pride, staring at Roberto, like I was his possession. I loved how he did that: showing me off like I was his cunt bitch! Roberto stepped forward again, now behind me and I felt a second finger brush against my asslips which was still slightly moist from cleaning out and what little lube I had from teasing myself earlier on the rimchair while I had been waiting. "Wow," Roberto whispered. He brushed his finger gently over my hole again, rubbing it back and forth. I instinctively leaned forward a bit, pushing my ass back as he felt me up. "This feels better than pussy!" he smiled at Ivan. “And he is so sexy and masculine,” Roberto continued. I now realized he was Brazilian, the way his accent was softened at the edges. Both men's fingers explored my hole. They laughed and I moaned some more. "Let's start the parTy," Ivan announced. I leaned back straight as both men pulled away from me. I turned around as Ivan started undressing, pulling off his heavy work boots and unzipping his jumpsuit uniform. That familiar big chest with salt and pepper hair exposed itself. Man did that look GOOD! Roberto moved over to my couch, sat down and proceeded to take off his boots also. At this point Ivan was almost undressed, exposing that beautiful, insane bulge under the thick jock he wore. Roberto was not far behind and also pulled off his jumpsuit and threw it on the floor. He too was wearing only a jock with an equally impressive bulge underneath it. He had a lean, tight, slight muscular build. His chest and torso were lightly covered in short, wavy dark hair. His legs, like his arms, were very muscular and defined. He looked very sexy. Roberto spread his legs and started massaging his crotch. His jock bulge started to get bigger, the cloth stretching as he squeezed and released. Ivan walked beside me and sat on the couch also. He looked over at Roberto and smiled and then grabbed his own crotch. Of course Ivan's bulge was impressive. He clearly was bigger and thicker. But Roberto was not exactly unimpressive. It looked like a snake was moving around under his jock. Both men leaned back on the couch, pulling on their dicks through their jocks, never taking them out, getting all hot and turned on. I was still standing by the hall just mesmerized by the sight of these two hot movers in my apartment! I too was grabbing my hard dick through my jock and with one finger from my other hand, started playing with my manhole. "Go get your parTy kit," Ivan commanded. Roberto smiled at Ivan. Clearly there was some plan between the two of them. You did not have to tell me twice. I went into the bedroom and found my toiletry travel bag of supplies. I walked back into the living room and found both hot men talking, laughing and each of them squeezing those impressive mounds still captured under their jocks. I sat across from them on a chair, settling my ass as close to the edge of the front of the chair, legs spread, trying to show as much of my manhole as I could. I unzipped the bag and pulled out the contents : a torch, contact lens case that had my grounded Tina, and a straw clipped to about 2" in length with one edge cut at an angle. And then I found a small bottle of liquid that I forgot I had. I held it up. "Do you guys want a drink?" I looked at them. Ivan was slightly puzzled. Roberto was smiling. I waved the small bottle in front of them. "Yes," Roberto replied for both of them. "We have had a long, hard day," he grinned. "We would really like a drink." He winked at me, flirting. I asked if they had any liquor earlier and Roberto confirmed that they hadn't. Ivan was still puzzled as I got up and went to the kitchen. I got some glasses, retrieved a bottle from the fridge, and poured some juice into the three glasses. Then I carefully measured some of the liquid from the small bottle and stirred them in each glass. Both men were now standing beside me, Roberto was lightly fingering my hole as Ivan looked at what I was doing. "This is G," I explained. "It will make us all a little more hornier. It will add to the parTy." Roberto grabbed a glass with his free hand. Ivan followed, as did I. We then cheered and drank our shots, that bitter taste just barely concealed by the sweet juice. Roberto continued to play with my hole. "This is so much better than pussy," he said again. Ivan leaned forward and grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. It was a gentle kiss at first : lips touching lips that led to a thick, fat tongue entering my mouth. And then harder and more aggressive, Ivan biting my lower lip, as his tongue danced wildly inside my mouth. Roberto continued to caress my hole with his finger, running it up and down, slowly against my hole, his fingertip slightly entering my mancunt just a bit, teasing my now very excited hole. We did this for several minutes as both hot men invaded me in their own way. Ivan was kissing me like some mad man and Roberto was gently teasing my manhole. They were both playing me like some instrument, warming me up for what was to come. I could feel the G now S L O W L Y creeping in, that familiar slight haze was setting in. Ivan broke free from my lips suddenly and motioned to Roberto in some silent code. I looked over at Roberto who walked back over to the living room. Ivan grabbed my hand and led me to the couch and motioned for me to sit near Roberto on my left. Ivan sat beside me on my right. I smiled and Roberto smiled back in a familiar knowing manner. Ivan looked at us both, one eye pinched, like trying to figure out what was going on. Then he just smiled, both eyes wide open. The G was hitting him now also. The parTy was starting. Ivan grabbed me and pushed my head back suddenly to the back of the couch as I leaned sitting back. He pulled on my legs and extended them so my lower body was stretched with my asscheeks over the edge of the seat. I spread my legs further. Roberto unscrewed the lens cap and dug out some Tina with the straw and filled the glass pipe with a generous amount of that magic dust. He grabbed the torch and cooked up the bowl carefully, turning it side to side for a few seconds, melting the crystal in the heated glass bowl until the magical smoke started to collect. He clearly knew what he was doing. Roberto took a slow and big measured inhales of the smoke, getting more and more of it into his lungs. Then he passed the glass pipe to Ivan who repeated the process. While Ivan cooked his hit, Roberto leaned back and started kissing me passionately. I knew where this was going. He looked at me with a strong gaze and nodded silently to me. We stopped our tongue dancing for a moment but he didn’t pull away from me. He looked at me again and made a gesture with his eyes into mine and exhaled that big breath of smoke he had been holding in his lungs which I then took with a BIGGER inhale. I was hungry for that smoke! His tongue then resumed with mine, kissing me even more, tongues slurping over each other, as he started to finger me again-no more teasing now-as that finger inched into my very hungry mancunt. I could hear Ivan taking several inhales of the Tina smoke as I let my exhale enter Roberto's mouth, giving the smoke back to him. Roberto pulled away from my mouth and smiled and exhaled that smoke that we had just shotgunned between each other. Before I could catch my next breath, Ivan leaned back towards me and kissed me harder. His kiss was rougher, like his body, his demeanor. His tongue was thicker and invaded my mouth wildly. And then Ivan gave me the same silent gaze and nod. I got ready, stopped any tongue movement, as he exhaled an even B I G G E R breath of that magical smoke into my lungs that I gladly accepted. I kissed him back even rougher as Roberto lit up another hit for himself as I exhaled that big breath back to Ivan who greedily accepted it, and then returned it back to me one more time. He pulled away and looked at me seriously. "Hold it in as long as you can,"Ivan directed. I did as I was told for almost a minute. And then I couldn't anymore as I felt Roberto pull in and out of my manhole slowly. I exhaled a huge cloud of the smoke that floated above us three, our eyes all glazed with lust and hunger. "Your turn," Ivan nodded. Roberto lit the glass pipe again holding it to my mouth. I let the Tina cook slowly, wanting as much of the smoke to accumulate in the bowl. I took slow, slow inhales, grabbing more smoke from the pipe until there was barely a mist of it. My head was floating as I kept the smoke in my lungs as long as I could. Roberto leaned forward and I gave in, releasing the smoke, as he inhaled my exhale, as his tongue washed the inside of my mouth gently. He continued to finger me in the same manner, light and sensual, as I spread my legs further apart. He returned the smoke back to my lungs as I moaned in the double-hole-pleasure between my mouth and my manhole. He pulled away from me suddenly as Ivan's lips were now at my mouth waiting for my exhale that I gladly provided. Ivan's finger now joined Roberto's and his invasion-like his tongue-was rougher and more firm. Ivan took my breath and kissed me hard again, that thick tongue going crazy in my mouth. And then after some moment, he exhaled the magic smoke back to me, kissed me hard again and pulled away. Both men watched me - their eyes burning with intensity as their fingers flicked inside my hole. I exhaled a LARGE cloud above us. I rolled my head side to side, looking fondly at Roberto and then at Ivan. The G was taking us on that special ride. Ivan looked at my hole, while both men’s fingers were probing me. Then he smiled at Roberto. “I told you this mancunt special.” Ivan looked at my hole again, almost proud, like I was his discovery. “Yeah,” Roberto replied, “that is definitely a manpussy.” I love how he said that: the “ssss” sound extended slightly longer in annunciation with a soft, sensual curve, in contrast to how Ivan calls it a mancunt with emphasis on the consonants. Roberto’s fingers inched in deeper besides Ivan’s fingers, also still in my hole. “I have had real pussy," Roberto explained, "and this feels fucking better than pussy.” He smiled and winked at me again. “When Ivan told me weeks ago about your manpussy I could not believe him. And he said you are very masculine but have this magical manpussy. I didn’t understand.” Fingers danced inside my hole as my breathing became more rapid. “And then he told me about how you introduced him to parTying and how your manpussy got more hungry…I knew I had to meet you.” “Oh y e a h …my mancunt does get very hungry,” I looked at Ivan, moaning, almost whispering, that hunger building between my legs. “When I told him about your mancunt,” Ivan explained, “I could tell he would be good surprise for you as I see he got hardon listening to my story.” Ivan reached over and squeezed Roberto’s jock pouch. Roberto pulled his head back slightly, surprised by Ivan's motions, and moaned. “Yeah he VERY HARD for your mancunt,” Ivan proclaimed, squeezing harder, and laughing “He like your mancunt.” The G was in full effect along with the heavy amount of our first bowl we smoked earlier. All of us were clearly FLYING, horny as hell, the air around us seemed to heat up. Roberto grabbed Ivan’s jock pouch with his free hand and squeezed also. Both men now were holding each other’s big cocks hidden under their jocks, their other hands exploring my hole which was getting more loose with their stretching and finger-fucking my juicy manhole. I grabbed both hot men towards me as we all three kissed at the same time. I would dance with Ivan's tongue, then do the same with Roberto. And then it was even hotter to feel both their tongues with each other inside my mouth as both men continued to finger me. Ivan pulled his hand away from Roberto’s crotch and grabbed the back of my neck forcing my mouth to lock in tighter with him. Roberto followed and did the same. The three of us were being primal and sharing in our masculine, sexual energy. We were all moaning, kissing with force, then slow and passionate, and then forceful again, saliva dripping down our faces. Roberto pulled away suddenly. “Let me look at that manpussy,” he licked his lips. He said that in a way that sounded so sordid. I spread my legs further apart. Ivan continued to kiss me hard and deep, pulling me forward with the hand behind my neck, gripping me hard, our mouths locked. I moaned as I heard Roberto slip down from the couch. Both men’s fingers left my manhole for the first time in an hour. Ivan now grabbed me with both hands and was kissing me deep and hard. I felt that shocking emptiness in my hole, that longing to be filled immediately. It was almost punishing. But it lasted a mere moment that was alarming after all the pleasure that had preceded it. “Wow,” Roberto exclaimed. I felt his fingers – more this time – spreading my hole, pulling it carefully apart, spreading it, making it bigger. “Holy shit,” he said. “Your hole is so beautiful. The asslips are so soft and look BIGGER than earlier!” Ivan was still kissing me and I could barely hear Roberto but whatever he was saying in that soft accent, and that soft fingering, was only turning me on further. Roberto continue to probe my hole carefully. He was taking his time. He had never experienced this before; it was all new and foreign to him. I could feel him brush against the left side of my asslips, the flat part of his fingers passing through, lightly, teasing my hole. Then he would do the same with his right hand on the right side of my asslips, again, soft, gentle, teasing. Meanwhile Ivan was grabbing my head forcefully, devouring my mouth with his big lips, his fat tongue grinding against mine as I moaned with the contrasting invasions of both holes from both men. My head was spinning. I pushed them both away suddenly. Ivan was taken aback, like in a trance and he suddenly was jolted in reality. Roberto pulled away from between my legs but never lost his attentive gaze to my manpussy. I looked at them hungrily. "Let's move this into the bedroom," I said slowly. Ivan smiled at that as he breathed rapidly, like a hungry animal on the prowl. Roberto grabbed the parTy items. Ivan jumped off the couch then pulled me up, making sure I was balanced and steady. He then led me into the bedroom holding my right hand with his, while his left hand continued to finger my hole as we walked. F U C K. That feels SO FUCKING GOOD when a Top can't stop playing with my hole! My cock was hard despite all the T we had just smoked. I just get so turned on when a Top gives my hole attention. We entered the bedroom. Both men were surprised to see the equipment all spread out. Roberto had a big grin on his face. My bed was covered in a black vinyl playsheet, fisting porn playing on the flat screen, mirrors placed around the room. The sling was ready as was the rimchair. Ivan looked the most stunned as he had only been in the same room several months ago when it was empty, mostly boxes spread around then. Now the room was ready for a parTy. Ivan was staring at the rimchair. Then he looked at me, fingers still playing inside my manhole. “You bad boy.” (To be continued…)

BROOKLYN SERIES: Moving STuFF I had arranged the move on Sunday morning and taken two days off from the week to unpack and organize. Part of the moving service I had paid for included complete packing service of my apartment's contents with a crew of three men. I didn’t have too much stuff. It was a small NYC apartment after all - just some furniture and lots of art books and magazines that I saved for work references. It was a lot of boxes. The three men all worked in systematic order, they were very organized and it was impressive to see how quickly they could pack up a room. He was the leader of the crew from the moving company I hired. He was Eastern European from what I could gather from his initial introduction, accent and features. He was around late 40s in age, about 5'7" tall and guessing about 200 lbs. His hair was clipped to a short buzz cut, a bit of salt & pepper patterns scattered around his head. Generally I like my men taller than me, but he made up for that in bulk. He was built like a heavyweight power lifter: barrel-chested, huge biceps and thick arms and legs. His thighs looked enormous as did his hands which I always check out in a man. His fingers were not unusually long, but man were they THICK. I love that in a guy. And his basket between his legs also caught my eye; there was definitely SOMETHING in there. His name was Ivan. He was fucking HOT. I noticed Ivan in the bedroom as he was packing some of my DVDs - including a lot of fisting porn, some straight Evil Empire anal, and miscellaneous other titles. He paused at a few titles, smirked and then continued packing. They marked every box on the outside with tags, i.e., “Bedroom 1”, “Kitchen 1 & 2”, etc. Within less than three hours all my possessions had been carted into the moving truck. We arrived at my new apartment in Brooklyn. As the men moved in and out of the new apartment for several hours I would help organize the boxes and start slowly unpacking, shifting boxes to their appropriate rooms, and putting furniture away. I would steal glances at Ivan as he lifted heavy boxes and deposited them on the floor. He wasn't a looker but he definitely was sexy. The bulk of his hard-worked body and grunts made him very attractive to me. The bulge in his pants was very impressive and I could not stop myself from checking out his package whenever he was in the apartment. In profile it looked fucking HUGE! He caught me a few times and smirked. He definitely noticed my attention but he would just turn his head and walk out to get more boxes. Unpacking the truck and getting all my stuff into the new apartment took less time than I thought. After nearly three hours the men were done. His crew was waiting outside by the truck as I finalized the payment with Ivan in my new apartment. I sat by the kitchen counter signing forms while Ivan stood beside me dealing with the credit card payment transaction and forms. I couldn’t help but stare at his crotch at it was literally in front of my face. It was a mound of thick, bulging curves pushing against his worn work-wear pants. I was mesmerized by the sight. I started to get hard. Ivan finished with the forms and handed me my receipt. He caught me staring at his bulge and smirked again. "Thank you for your business" he said, his accent was thick and heavy. "You are an artist?” he asked. I looked at him, a but puzzled. "I notice all your books," he continued, pointing at several of the boxes. The bulge was still in front of my face. I explained what I did for a living and he nodded. "Ahhh…I see," he commented. "And you also like the kinky sex stuff too." The comment caught me by surprise. It was more a statement than a question. He kicked one of the boxes near him that was tagged "Bedroom 2." He looked down at me. That smirk turned into a little smile. I didn't know where this was going but he clearly knew I was into him with all my not-so-subtle glances from earlier. "Yes I do," I replied. "I like that stuff." "I see," he said and paused. "Thank you for the business." He extended his hand out and I grabbed it. His handshake was firm and strong, those thick fingers felt enormous. It felt great to touch this man. I was clearly still turned on which he was more than aware of. He still held my hand. "I get out work in few hours. One more move we make today. Then I no work until Wednesday. I come back later and help you with the stuff." I couldn't tell if he was being coy or if it was just the thick, masculine accent and my horniness confusing me. "Uhmm…sure," I replied. "That would be helpful." With our handshake still locked, he pulled my hand towards his crotch, squeezing my hand, which was now squeezing his thick package of flaccid cock! Man did that feel incredible! He was not hard but yet it felt massive and HEAVY. We squeezed his crotch together a little but more and as suddenly as it began - it ended. He moved his hand away, turned to his side, grabbed one of the moving palettes on the floor and proceeded to leave. Clearly he didn't mean to assist organizing my books. "OK. I see you later. Help you with stuff," he repeated. And then he quickly left. ----- I got ready. I found all the boxes labeled for the bedroom and unpacked some items: my vinyl play sheets, lube, poppers, shower shot, DVDs and other play essentials. I figured I would have another 6-7 hours before Ivan returned, more than enough time to clean out and get ready. I hooked up my TV and DVD player in the bedroom and unpacked some boxes for the kitchen and bathroom. And then I made a drink to chill out a bit. It was after 8pm when the doorbell from downstairs buzzed. From the small security screen on the buzzer system I could see Ivan. Man he sure looked hot! He leaned on the door until I buzzed him in. A minute later he walked in to my new apartment. "Hello again," he greeted as he offered that massive hand. I was wearing jeans with a red and black jockstrap under that. I didn't bother putting on a shirt. I am naturally smooth with a muscular, lean body. He looked me up and down and smiled. I had arranged one of my low living room chairs in the bedroom near the TV. I had a straight anal-fucking DVD playing to set the mood for him. I didn't know how far the evening would go. Some hot woman was getting brutally fucked up her ass by Nacho Vidal. "That is good," Ivan grunted, staring at the screen. My mattress was on the floor covered in a black vinyl playsheet. The bed was surrounded by several boxes, some partially unpacked, others still sealed. There was a large mirror resting on its side leaning against the closet wall. "Have a seat," I offered. "I'll get you a drink. I only have Scotch." He sat down with a big thud. "That is fine," he smiled, his words sounded as heavy as he looked. I came back with drinks for both of us. He had already taken off his heavy work boots and socks and was standing by the chair, pulling off his shirt as I came in. WOOF! Man was this guy solid and thick. He had a gut but it was a firm, hard working-man gut. His chest and gut was covered in light salt & pepper hair. He threw the shirt on one of the boxes, unbuttoned the top of his pants and sat down. I handed him his drink and I dropped down on the floor, beside him. I could smell him, his scent was strong after a hard day’s work. He smelled of masculinity, effort, confidence, strength. It was like natural poppers. I was reeling from his scent. Nacho continued to fuck on the screen. Ivan's bulge twitched in his pants, the insane mound getting larger. "You like that - getting fucked up ass?" he asked, grabbing his cock, squeezing it, taking a drink from his glass. "Yes I do. I like it a lot." My hard-on strained against my jock and I breathed in deep, taking whiffs of him. "Stand up," he commanded, that heavy voice filled the room. I took a big gulp from my drink, placed the glass on the floor and slowly stood up facing him. "Turn around," he said. "Let me see your ass." I did as I was told. "You have nice body, very smooth." I suddenly felt one of his hands running down the center of my back. It was rough and calloused from the heavy day's work and yet he had had a surprising gentle touch. "Nice," he said. And then he grabbed my jeans waistline and with both hands and suddenly yanked them down to the floor. It took me by surprise. I stepped out of the jeans and kicked them off to the side by a pile of other boxes. Both of his hands now grabbed my asscheeks framed by the straps of my red and black jock. He massaged my ass, squeezing them hard - and then softly. "Bend over," he said. As I did, Ivan grabbed my cheeks and spread them wide. "Wow," he said, almost softly. I have one of those holes that has enjoyed being filled for years. I have been spoiled by big cocks, bigger toys and of course fists. Over the years my asslips have pulled out a bit from all the ass action and stretching. It is barely noticeable unless I am turned on. But when excited, my asslips flare. They get bloated into soft folds of flesh. Men love it. It is something extra with my hole. Some guys who have been with women have commented that it is like pussy. Except it isn't. It is my mancunt, my manhole. I felt one of Ivan's fingers rub around my hole. He was softly touching my asslips, pushing it gently to one side, running his finger along the folds, feeling it's soft texture. He was exploring his new discovery. From the mirror by the wall I watched Ivan's expression. He was in deep fascination. He pushed his finger at my mancunt entrance. It gave quickly as I felt his finger enter me. "Wow," he said again, almost in a whisper. I moaned. He pushed deeper. That finger was thick - like another man's cock! It was calloused from his heavy work as I felt it slide in my hole. It felt rough and GOOD at the same time. He finger-fucked my hole in and out. Then he pulled out. From the reflection in the mirror I could see his finger glistening, wet with my ass juice. He looked at our reflection in the mirror and smiled at me. "This very good," he commented. He pushed me aside and stood up, pulled off his work pants and tossed it aside. I turned facing him and then we both looked at the mirror again. He was also wearing a jock - except his was a white sport jock, the thick waistline supporting his large upper torso. The cloth basket was huge --- his thick, erect cock pushing against the material. It looked so fucking hot in profile in the mirror, like an obscene illustrated porn caricature. He pulled me around before I could grab his crotch, so my back was facing the mirror and he started to finger my manhole again. We both watched the reflection. I liked that he was into watching each other in the mirror. I always get turned on seeing my play sessions on film, mirrors. "This very good," Ivan repeated. Then he pulled his finger out. "Let's have another drink," he suggested, motioning to our empty glasses. I found Ivan sitting on the bed, his back against the wall, legs spread, the huge basket still in the jock when I returned with our round of drinks. He had my travel toiletry bag that had been in the opened box beside him. Fisting DVDs were also scattered around him that he had been checking out. I offered him his drink and sat down beside him. "You into this kinky stuff'." Again it was more a statement. "Yes - it makes me feel very good,” I paused. “I get off on extreme pleasure with my mancunt." He looked at me with a little wonder in his eye. "Man-cunt?" he asked, curious, taking a drink. I spread my legs and pushed my ass out a bit and fingered my hole. We both looked at our reflection in the mirror across from us. "Yes. I call it that, as I pulled on my asslips, spreading it open slowly. "Ahh...I understand," he commented. "Very nice." He adjusted his position and then started to finger me also, playing with my hole, rubbing it softly, up and down as we both watched the action on the mirror while on the TV screen Nacho aggressively fucked another hole. After a few minutes he pulled away, reclined back to a sitting position. He looked around him at all the fisting DVDs. "Play this," he said, grabbing one of the discs at random. PIGS AT THE HOIST-one of my favorites-very piggy, masculine MEN. I changed the DVD and as I was on my knees doing this Ivan fingered my hole for a few minutes. FUCK that felt GOOD as I adjusted the disc to play. We both sat back and started to watch the action on screen, pissing, fisting, fucking and one guy with a thick, massive cock that reminded me of Ivan. I love this DVD. These guys look like they’ve been partying off-camera, in between scenes, that glaze in some of their eyes looking very familiar. "Wow." Ivan said again. He was squeezing his cock through the jock. He looked to his side and picked up my toiletry bag which was half unzipped. "What all this?" He looked at me. "That's my party kit," I replied. “What?” he asked. “That’s my party kit,” I repeated. He pulled the zipper further, opening the toiletry bag, revealing it’s contents: a glass pipe, a cut-off straw about two inches long with one end cut at an angle, a small torch lighter, a contact lens case, a small zip lock bag of Tina and another with some pills, various lubes, poppers, and a small face towel. “What is all this?” he asked again, picking up the small baggie of shards. “It’s crystal.” He looked at me, clearly puzzled. “It makes us feel good.” I thought for a moment. “It makes us horny.” I licked my lips. “It makes my hole open,” I explained, Ivan’s eyes getting bigger, “…and it makes my hole H U N G R Y,” I said slowly. Again I could smell him next to me. It was like another drug, his scent. “How it make…,” he paused a second, “…your man-cunt hungry?” “It does something that makes me very relaxed and very horny,” I explained further. “It does something inside me that makes me want my hole to be filled. I like getting fucked. I like my hole to feel good. Big cocks,” I grabbed his crotch finally, and squeezed it tight, leaving my hand there, “…and big toys, BIG HANDS. Anything that makes my mancunt feel good.” “Then we should try this crystal,” he replied very matter-of-fact. “Are you sure?” I asked him. On the screen Virgo was getting fisted while suspended on a bar, his arms holding himself up in the air, his ass floating, spread apart while an arm was fucking his hole in and out. “Yes,” Ivan replied, his cock twitching in my hand. “Let us try that. I want your man-cunt hungry.” I loved how it sounded when he said it, two words stretched by his accent, making it even bigger and dirtier. “OK,” I replied. “But keep in mind this will last several hours. Are you up for that?” He nodded, smirking. I grabbed the toiletry bag from him and reached in for the other small Ziploc bag and pulled out a pill. “Here – take this.” He looked at me, curious. “It’s to keep you hard. Trust me: you will want it.” He took it from my hand and swallowed it with a big gulp from his glass of Scotch. I squeezed his crotch again in reward. I pulled out the glass pipe. “Can you hold this,” I asked. He held it firm in his hand. I pulled out the contact lens case and unscrewed one of the caps then grabbed the small straw and dug out a small bit of crystal dust that I had grounded weeks ago with the angled side of the straw. I carefully poured the straw’s contents into the bowl of the glass pipe, just a little bit to start the evening, to set the tone and mood. I then placed the contact lens case carefully beside us. I fished for the small torch lighter and fired it under the glass bowl of the pipe. “Watch me,” I instructed him. I let the Tina cook and melt under the intense concentrated heat of the torch until that magical smoke started to appear. I inhaled small, slow breaths as the smoke continued to fill the bowl. And then a big deep breath, taking all the smoke out of the bowl rapidly, the bowl filled with swirling white smoke one second, empty the next. Ivan stared at me in wonder. I stared back, smiling, held my breath for a few more seconds then exhaled until I couldn’t hold it anymore. Ahh…that lovely sense took over me. I immediately was in the zone. “Ok-your turn,” I handed him the pipe. He followed my earlier routine, step by step, relighting and cooking the Tina at the bottom of the bowl. And then a big exhale, the smoke floating above us. “Wow,” Ivan said, slowly. I grabbed the contact lens case and dug another hit of Tina with the straw and refilled the pipe, adding just a little bit more. I put the contact lens case aside, top screwed back on tight. “Here you start, do another hit,” I told Ivan. He repeated the process then I grabbed the pipe from his hand and placed it beside the bed with the toiletry bag. He held his breath and as he started to exhale, I leaned in quickly and covered his mouth with mine, my tongue rapidly going into his mouth, licking his tongue, then sucking hard as the magical smoke shifted from inside Ivan’s lungs into my mouth. I sucked his tongue hard then sucked his breath even harder.” I pulled away and stared at him, holding my breath and then releasing it, the clouds again floating between and then above us. “Wow,” he exclaimed again. He leaned in quickly and started kissing me aggressively, the second hit of Tina having it’s desired effect. I kissed back even harder, sucking his lips, his tongue, licking the side of his mouth, biting his lower lip. The T was working. He was charged now and horny as fuck. We pulled apart and he shook his head, eyes a bit glazed and stared at me, smirking. I grabbed the glass pipe, relit it, inhaled, held it for as long as I could then covered Ivan’s mouth with mine, exchanging the nasty smoke, shotgunning him again, then placing the pipe aside. We kissed for as long as we could, passionately and with even more energy. Then suddenly, Ivan pushed me away. “You bad boy,” he laughed, exhaling. I straddled him, resting my ass on his crotch, both of my arms enveloping his large upper torso, breathing in his scent, squeezing him into me as I kissed him hard. He kissed me back harder and we locked lips and did tongue dances that was rough, wild, crazy. My ass was grinding his crotch from my internal heat. Ivan pulled my asscheeks apart with both hands and then with one finger started to explore my manhole. I was on FIRE. My hole was horny as hell, it was getting more relaxed, more O P E N. Ivan could sense this as it was less resistant than earlier and he added another finger. OH MAN, that felt fucking good!!! And it was only two fingers! And yet it felt huge and thick, like a nice fat cock had entered me. I kissed him harder and he gave it back to me in equal force. I was grinding against his fingers, pulling up and down, fucking myself on his thick, rough digits. He added a third finger and I moaned, pulling my head back a little as he bit my lower lip softly. “Your man-cunt hungry,” he stated. “Yesss….” I moaned. I felt him fidgeting in between my legs, his fingers removed from my hole. It felt empty. I felt momentary loss and turned my head looking at our reflection. He caught my gaze in the mirror and our eyes locked. I saw in the mirror Ivan pulling his cock free from his jock, pushing the pouch aside so his thick cock could be free. FUCK – it was HUGE: at least 9” to 10” long – but FUCKING THICK. I knew it was big from feeling him up earlier, but seeing it unleashed was something else. It was definitely thick, like almost beer can size. Ivan positioned his dick at my hole. My mancunt was twitching; it was so hungry! He pushed the head against my opening and held it there. I was still wet from cleaning out earlier, my ass juice mixed with what little water was in my hole. I love getting initially fucked this way, without lube. It feels rough at first, almost tight, but then my hole gets hungry and slowly relaxes, as it gets hungrier and hungrier. I sat on his thick cockhead and took a slow, deep breath. The head slowly started to disappear inside my hole, it pinched, but it was a good pain. I started breathing more rapidly as I sank further on his thick prick. We both looked in the mirror. In about a minute I was half way through his shaft. I sat there, unmoving, getting used to the heavy volume in my hole. “Wow,” Ivan said again. And then he started to fuck me, slowly, moving his thick cock deeper up my hole, his hands now beside my waist, controlling my position, pushing me up and down slowly on his cock, driving my hole. He started to fuck me faster and push me down harder on his dick, faster, harder, faster, harder. It didn’t take long for his entire dick to be up my manhole. He held it there for a few seconds, just amazed at our reflection. “Wow your man-cunt feel so good,” he whispered into my ear. Ivan fucked me slowly, enjoying himself, and looking at the mirror every now and then; at other times, head cocked back, eyes closed. “Wow. Wow.” He would repeat. We did this for about ten minutes or so. It felt so fucking good as my hole relaxed more with each thrust. “Ok,” he suddenly stopped. “We need to stop or I will come.” I nodded and kissed him passionately as he held his cock in my hole. I squeezed his shaft with my ass muscles and then pulled out slowly as Ivan moaned. I felt empty. I climbed off Ivan and grabbed a bottle of poppers. I poured some of it on the small face towel and took a deep breath. I laid beside him, next to Ivan’s crotch. I grabbed his thick dick – which was now VERY HARD AND HEAVY – thanks to the pill from earlier. I love the weight of a big dick on pills. There is something about that extra-firm weight and hardness that is such a fucking turn-on! I sucked on his cock head. It felt big and heavy inside my mouth. I could taste my ass mixed with his smell and musky crotch scent. Those scents mixed with the poppers drove me crazy! I started sucking his shaft further into my mouth, deeper, deeper. I took long breaths as I swallowed more of the weight of his shaft. His breathing got heavier, his scent stronger. I sucked and used my throat muscles to massage his cock head, now sinking into my throat. I wasn’t sure I could take it – IT WAS SO THICK! – but my hunger and the poppers/Ivan scent mix made me hornier. I got more of his cock down my throat. I took deeper breaths from my nose and relaxed. Another inch sank into my throat. I massaged it slowly, tightening my throat muscles, then relaxing them, then tight again. Ivan was in ecstasy. He started to slowly fuck my mouth. I stayed still and took deep breaths as he fucked my mouth, getting the entire shaft inside my throat. MAN did that feel fucking good! I was being filled so completely by this massive man. It was amazing! He just kept fucking my throat, slow and even, then a little faster, then slow again. I would take deep breaths, saliva dripping out of mouth, running down my chin, my neck. Ivan started to finger-fuck me again, two fingers at first, then a third. That only made me more hungry! I stayed still as he fucked my throat further. I again massaged his cock with my throat muscles as he rapidly started finger-fucking me aggressively. FUCK!!! It felt amazing to be assaulted on both sides. I was delirious. Eventually I needed to pull away and take a real breath. His cock pulled out of my mouth and it felt like a fist had come out, the sudden sense of weight and volume being released felt incredible. I wanted more. I grabbed the lube and poppers rag and took several deep hits. I got up and repositioned myself, on my knees, facing the TV. I reached behind and squeezed some lube and rubbed it inside and around my hole. I poured a little more on my hand and grabbed his cock and coated it as much as I could then tossed the lube aside. Ivan got up and stood behind me. We both looked in the mirror as he squatted over me, positioning that thick cock at my hole. He suddenly dropped his full weight on a squat, his cock plunging in all the way, aggressively. FUCKKKK !!! It felt fucking great to have such volume inside my mancunt. Ivan started to fuck me hard and fast, pulling almost all the way out, then plunging deep back in. He was being more aggressive now as he had the advantage of gravity pushing down on my hole. Out and in, out and in. He did this for several minutes, alternating his thrusts. It was fucking amazing to watch in the mirror! And then he tired of squatting over me, so he pulled down behind me, doggie style. He fucked me more slowly now, resting a bit, just letting his cock enjoy my more relaxed hole. I squeezed my ass muscles every now and then and Ivan would moan. I just kneeled stayed in position as he slowly rocked in and out, in and out, staring at our reflection. We fucked for a good, long time, the Tina just making time fade in the background. And then Ivan started to fuck aggressively again, fucking faster and harder, faster and harder. He held on to my waist, squeezing it hard, slamming his thick monster in and out, pulling almost out then slamming it hard inside. He was breathing faster and faster. I pulsed my ass muscles, going from tight to loose, repeating it, over and over, and then just letting my hole be open and relaxed. “WOW!” This time that was an exclamation. Ivan thrust hard and stayed in my hole as he pulsed, coming violently and hard. I could feel his dick throbbing, moving out an inch, then back in. He let go of my waist and pulled out. Again, more emptiness. “Wow. Wow.” “Your man-cunt is SO BIG,” he said, staring at my hole, then our reflection. “Your hole is SO OPEN. And your asslips are SO LOOSE!” Each line was heavier than the first. He started to finger me. I moaned slowly. I grabbed the poppers towel and took more deep breaths. Ivan played with my hole, fingering me, a few fingers fucking me for a minute or so, then pulling out and just rubbing my asslips, then finger-fucking me again with his other hand. And then he pulled his fingers out. And I felt so deprived, so lonely. My hole wanted Ivan’s attention. The empty moment seemed like forever. But as suddenly as it stopped, another sensation started. I felt his tongue. Ivan was slowly licking my hole, just teasing it with the tip of his tongue, darting it in and out of my hole, in and out, in and out. FUCK that felt amazing! Then he would push his tongue violently in as far as he could into my soft mancunt. I could feel his tongue dance around in circles, licking the insides of my velvet tunnel. I grabbed the poppers towel and placed it near Ivan’s nose. He got the picture and repeated my steps taking deep breaths of the poppers. And then he pushed my hand away and furiously started licking my hole in every direction, spitting on my mancunt, kissing it, softly biting it, fucking it with his tongue. I moaned and moaned. He loved eating my hole. And then he started sucking my hole! He was so high from the poppers and the hits of T. He was slurping his tongue inside, getting a taste of his cum mixed with my assjuice. Once Ivan got a taste of that, he couldn’t get enough of it. The wet, sloppy sound of him eating my hole out was a fucking turn-on! He was having a feast, moaning, licking, spitting, sucking on my hole. We both kept taking hits of poppers. We did this for about 30 intense minutes as the T made time stand still. Ivan was loving my mancunt. (more to come) [/font][/size]

I am completely addicted to cum, I know many are. I've recently been looking for guys who will send condoms or Jars/containers full of their cum they've collected. I'd want to drink it and/or use for lube as I finger my hole and much more. Does a website like this exist? Are you interested? I'mean curious to know.

I tend to travel quite a bit and when the stars align, I can coordinate my travels with a party like Cumunion. I've been able to hit a few* doing this including LA in early May. First, I don't get the area/neighborhood. I had just maybe 6-7 blocks away from the club but on the same street as the club. This was in an area without street lamps and a group of guys were walking down the sidewalk towards my car, about two car lengths prior to reaching mine, I heard loud shouting and commotion and a few thuds which I interpreted as someone just having gotten their ass kicked. So, I found another parking spot, but this time between the club location and the freeway on/off ramp and that was much better lit, and boy am I glad I parked instead of just heading back to my hotel or the Slammer or Zone. Without a doubt, this Cumunion had not only what I'd say was the largest overall numbers in terms of the hottest fucking fuckers but also the highest percentage of attendees who were so fucking hot (at least to me they were). Other points: The clothes check is how Stabr mentioned it except for what happens to your bag once you're done stripping. Their check system (at least when I was there) consisted of me finding a place for my own bag in this fairly small room (it's smaller than my 10x12 bedroom, I swear) where guys are changing, socializing, eating, and otherwise trouncing on all the bags in order to identify and find their bag. Don't get me wrong, no one was trying to be destructive or trample guys' stuff but a 200 lb guy who loses his balance among all the bags and accidentally steps down hard on a bag with jeans in it and your phone happens to be in the pocket of your jeans (I know, don't bring your phone in, but I didn't really feel comfy leaving it even hidden in my car either). To me, it was a mess and I had zero confidence that my bag would even be there at the end. They did have some system to try and verify so that you're not walking off with someone else's shit and I think Stabr mentions this, but the whole room is a shit show. Solution? Bring your own, easy to identify bag and arrive earlier than I did to stash said bag in a corner or behind furniture in the room. What I liked most about LA Cumunion after the sheer numbers of hot guys, was the true mix of the community that was there. Like I said, abundance of hot but definitely something to satisfy any interest or desired flavor. Personal note: I think guys** with physical disabilities pretty much get shafted (and not in the good way either) in the gay community, and every community for that matter (that is if I were to guess and make yet another sweeping generalization and include said generalization in this post). It pumped me up to see quite literally everyone there having some fun. Sure, maybe it wasn't one's first, second or even third choice with whom that guy wanted to have fun with, but to be so limited at such an expansive buffet of male meat, well, I just don't know what to say in response. So, HardOneLA, go forth and have fun and enjoy yourself, but please be sure to report back! *If memory serves, I've been to Cumunion in Philly, NYC (Paddles), DC, Atlanta, Orlando, Fort Lauderdale, SF, Berkley, Chicago, Toronto, Seattle AND Houston tomorrow night so long as my flight operates on schedule, and I can get my car, check into my motel room, shower and get to Club Houston before it ends. **I'm just using "guys" here for the purposes of this post and its audience. My view is not limited based on sex nor is it limited to physical disabilities. It's just that at a Cumunion-type scene, I either didn't notice or there weren't attendees who suffered from developmental disabilities or others.

Good fucking God finish already

Nothing better then spreading my cheeks for some raw cock, and feeling the rush of hot cum in my unprotected ass!

Circle jerked with a bunch of neighbor kids on the side of their house when I was 5...felt sooooooo good!!! That started my jacking experience...kept it up to this day...several times a day...used to rub myself under my jeans when I was just a young boy...got caught pleasuring myself in class by my 3rd grade teacher and was sent to the principal...what an embarrassment...they called my mom. had a group of horny young friends who jacked and sucked each other throughout elementary school and junior high...would luv to have "sleepovers" inside our makeshift tents (blankets covering wooden picnic tables) in our backyards. And yup, played with a couple of horny buddies at scout camp...jacking each other all night long...followed by day hikes into the woods to suck and "69." Had my first wet dream orgasm at age 11 (we latin boys "mature" earlier than a lot of other guys). At the time, I thought all of this was just youthful exploration (everyone does it...right?). Now I know I was nothing but a gay faggot from day one!! Oink!!!!! ??

I had a few raw encounters, but I started training with and chasing for DadP in June, and had the flue for a week and half in July. I still haven't had an official test yet, but will have one in Sept, but I should pass my AIDS test with "flying colors" according to DadP, until then I guess I'm still technically chasing, and am happy not going to get tested out of respect for the guys that have helped knock me up.

I arrived in San Francisco in the early evening and went straight to my hotel to get settled and cleaned out. I had high hopes for this hotel which was set up like a motel with doors that lead to the outside in every unit perfect for various visitors. I logged into bbrt and some guy about 50 with a 8.5 inch cock that he called very thick hit me up to hang out so I invited him over and waited in my Calvin Klein tighty whites. Before he showed up he texted me asking is I was sure I could handle his cock which I laughed at ofcorse I could. He got there and I answered the door and we began. I dropped to me knees as he pulled out his cock which was nice but not even close to scary big. He fucked my face against the bed but after a while I new what I needed so I got up on the bed doggy and spread my legs and arched my back presenting my hole for his use. He stepped up and lined up his cock and stuck it in. There was little resistance at first then it slid in to the base with a thud which felt great. He then fucked me in various positions and unloaded a huge multi day where it belongs. He got up quick and left texting me saying he wanted to come tomorrow and that I had the nicest ass ever. I needed more. I had been fantasizing about this hotel for weeks. I went back on bbrt and this hot guy what was around 40 hit me up to hang out and party. I agreed and gave him my room number. He then told me he was going to bring a friend which I was excited to here. When they first got here it was a little awkward for a couple of minutes and then they both left to grab drinks at the corner store to mix their favors. At first I thought they didn’t like me but before I new it they were back and soon enough we were tangled in a two top one bottom fuck fest. I’ve never felt so right in the world then getting spit roasted by these two raw studs who were really into me. They really loved my ass and how much if a whore I am. After about an hour of them switchinsg off fucking my mouth and ass we went to the store real quick. When we got back there was this hot bearded leather daddy waiting for us that one of them had arranged. We went in and started to play but one of the two that was fucking earlier didn’t feel good and wanted to leave so they split. Me and the bearded daddy fucked for a while. He ate my loaded ass and fucked me good but was having trouble staying hard and eventually left. Then I was all alone desperate for some guys to come put me in my place. I figured I was done for the night because it was around 2am but a had a few guys hitting me up and I still needed it bad... I invited one over with a hairy thick cock and gave him the room number, he told me to wait with my ass up but then he stopped responding and this younger dude with a nice cock hit me up. So I invited him over. About 5 minutes later he showed up. Much younger than the older guys I’ve been fucking since I was in middle school but it’s all good he had what I needed and I was going to get it. He ate my ass and fucking me bent over the bed pounding my hole loudly and aggressively calling me a whore and a bitch. He hoped up on the bed and I started sucking his balls and cock when I herd a knock. It was the guy that I thought ghosted me before and I knew he was expecting me ass up so I cracked the door and assumed the position. He didn’t mind the other dude was there and started to finger my my sloppy hole and then eat it. He was in his 50s bearish big guy. He dropped his pants and shoved his big thick cock into my loose cum filled hole and began to fuck real hard at a steady pace. After a while of me getting spit roasted the bear started saying how good I can take dick and was saying I should do porn he had worked on a bunch of porns I guess and said my ass was made for porn. So I sad you can take some pics or videos of you like.. so the younger guy started to film me pov while I sucked his dick balls and the bear slammed my ass deep. The bear had mentioned while chatting online that he shoots giant loads. When he shot I herd him counting 1-2-3 for every rope he shot into me. He ended at 23 he pulled out and got up and it started spilling out. The younger guys came around and fucked me so hard and loud I was worried about the neighbors and then bred me deep while the bear told me to take it deep. They both got dressed and left. It wasn’t long before I had a few others hit me up... I chatted with one Brazilian guy with a. Beautiful uncut cock... after the last tag teaming I realized I was incredibly turned on watching my take dick. I mentioned possibly filming to the Brazilian and he was alright with it so I set up my old phone to have a good view of the bed and made sure I got on all fours in a good angle. He came over and I sucked his giant balls and cock until he lifted me to the bed and ate my ass asking how many already fucked me. He slid his fat cock in early and started to fuck me and then pulled out and was just looking at me positioned face down ass up and hole gaping and seem to be just soaking in the image so I suggested that he film it so he grabbed my phone and pointed it at me stroking his cock as I began to suck it and he filmed which turned me on a lot. Then I climbed up on him and rode it for a while before I crawled off home and got on all fours wagging my ass positioning myself facing the other camera that had been recording the whole time. He got behind me and stuck it in and took after a few more minutes he filled me with is hot load. In the end the video was over an hour long... time flys when your taking milking loads... So now I have two angles for a good amount of the fuck which got me sooo turned on I need to post it online soon. Then about an hour later I was heading to sleep when I got a text from the young 30 something guy that fucked me a few hours before. He wanted to fuck me with his friend who he claimed had the biggest cock... admittedly neither of them are my type but I really liked the idea getting my ass destroyed by a giant cock getting two more loads so they came back over and both fucked me again each giving me a deep load. While the new guy with the beautiful cock fucked me like a little bitch his friend filmed. In the end as I type I have 5 loads in my ass, was fucked by 7 guys, and made 4 movies. The experience has left me wanting to do porn very much and put them up for everyone to see my talents. In the end a perfect night. My hole was sloppy and loose and dripping load all over the place on the bed like runny nose.

I've attended Fukd on a semi-regular basis, coming over from the similar scene at the Roughhouse party that also makes use of the Club 120 space. The two parties are pretty similar, even though Fukd is supposed to be more bareback-friendly and Roughhouse is more BDSM-friendly. In practice, the main difference I have noticed is that there are more slings and less leather at Fukd than at Roughhouse. I'd recommend both. On this particular occasion, I was visiting Fukd with a friend visiting from the east coast, someone who was interested in seeing one of the sex parties of Toronto. I was quite lucky to run into @FelchingPisser and to play with him. Wow. Just ... wow. Otherwise, Fukd was mainly a social event for me, giving me the chance to see other people on the scee.

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Got a message from my married FB that he can stop my this morning if I "want it", as he put it. I got cleaned up and he showed up on time. His wife suspects "something's going on" so we've had shorter furtive fucksessions which is frustrating. He always leaves a big load but often rushed anymore. He waled in, we kissed and he kept smiling. Finally he said I have a surprise for you. "You'll see" was all he said. We got to work and he's fucking me--love his fucks. I can tell he's getting close, and he looks into my eyes and says "we've been arguing all week so I'm backed up and have a lot to blow up your ass." With that he started cumming. He always cums a lot but this was stellar--could feel his dick pulsing, feel the shots of cum hitting my walls, went on for awhile. Just got to work holding his load in my ass and hope to take it home after work.

Previously… Fireworks were going off in my brain as noise rushed up to a crescendo and stayed there in a fog of slaps and groans. All around me my senses turned to sex. Fingers scraped across my back. Men were groaning in pleasure all around me. Orson gagged by my right ear. Karl offered me his nuts to bathe again. Mashing his cock against my cheeks I sensed out and reached out to my right and made contact with what I think was Theo’s cock. I pulled it gently from Orson’s mouth and lapped at the side of it, feeling Orson’s lips meet mine across the shaft. Karl butted his cock in and it was a free for all. We fought over each cock like kids who wouldn’t be content playing each with one toy, we both had to have both of them. We playfully wrestled lips and locked jaws, sometimes totally forgetting the two cocks altogether, till they made their presence known again and then other times tried to deepthroat them or blow two at the same time. All the while Jay increasingly pistoned in and out of me. Sometimes I think that if I could rewind time, I’d go back to that point every night for the sheer pleasure and stimulus overload. Whatever had been fucked into me was pure magical bliss and I was only getting started on it. Right so… Jay pulled out of me and with a few grunted words, Karl pulled out as well. I could feel them clamber over me and I was quickly plugged up at both sides again. Karl’s massive tool dove in deep, and I just kept thinking “thank fuck Jay went first”. Karl was not an elegant lover. Well, who is at 19? Thankfully I was riding high on all the uppers in my system, behind my half-cocked (pun-intended) blindfold, my pupils were just black plates and I just kept feeling the rush come up the top of my head and run down my skin in a wave of sensations. My nose and mouth both were full of chemical smells and tastes after all the G and Coke that had passed through them, but I was feeling in control, in charge – of my fate, my orgasms, everything. Bringing this newly-realised sense of control to the fore, I managed to get Karl to stabilise his bucking rhythm and started to really focus on riding the monster inside me. I started to control my ass walls and swallow up that bucking teen. I could send my awareness back to my puffy swollen hole and feel the rhythmic pounding against my pleasure button prostate. Man I was getting into this. My whole fuck tunnel started to open up as his rhythm got smoother. I heard Theo mutter something to Orson and they moved away and Jay shoved further down my throat. Even though I was really focussed on being fucked, it was hot getting Jay’s ass-to-mouth cock. It was a power trip making me clean off his tool. The tastes of my ass juice and Lee’s cum were a drug all to themselves and I sucked and licked every bit of that funk off Jay’s massive organ. I mashed his dick up against my upper lip and wiped it across my nose, inhaling my heady smell. I engulfed Jay’s piece again and matched my fuck rhythm with my blow rhythm. “This is who I am now” my thoughts kept telling me – a primal fucktoy – filled with cum, used by whores. My sweaty body was being plowed from both sides by 24 inches of prime BBC. The white cream of the Oreo getting squeezed between two dom black cookies. Karl’s thrusts were getting more and more insistent now and I kept my concentration on matching his increasing speed. “Here he goes I thought…” and then he pulled out! What? My hole was throbbing and gaping. I pulled off of Jay and ripped the blindfold off. Had I said something? I wasn’t amazed at Karl’s technique but I wasn’t about to lose a 12 inch straight boy’s cock at an orgy! I realised I was fingering my hole, trying to feel full again. I turned my gurning face back to see Simon and Kurk standing behind me. Kurk was looking thoroughly pissed off, his blue watery eyes had an icy flash to them as he zeroed in on me. I turned and scrambled onto my back; what bullshit was Simon playing at now? My drug-fucked brain knew I should be wary and cautious with Kurk and probably Simon too, but I was way past subtlety and nuance at this point. I made eye contact with Simon and he laughed at me. “I caught young Kurk up with your history.” He lead Kurk by the hand and positioned him in front of my hole. Kurk’s cock bobbed still half hard. Simon grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I saw Theo, Orson and Gavin looking on ready to intervene but I shook my head at them. Whatever was going to happen here, had to happen. Kurk locked eyes with me again as I heard Simon in the distance. “I did some research Mike. You wrote more articles about the Robinson scandal than any other journalist. I showed Kurk. I told him, he should confront the guy who had lead the media feeding frenzy, give him a taste of what being fucked is like”. I felt Simon push my ankles up and my ass correspondingly went up till I felt the heavy tap of Kurk’s cockhead at my entrance. Kurk kept a dead-eyed stare with me. He reached down and angled his cock and pushed – no lube, and shoved into me. Thank fuck that Lee’s cum was in there already and I’d been thoroughly opened up by Orson, Jay and then Karl. Kurk shoved his dry dick straight into my well fucked hole and started furiously pumping. He leaned in to me and bringing his face level with my face, hocked and spit right into my eyes. “You fucking PRICK!” He said and emphasised the word “Prick” with a deep thrust that banged right into my prostate. This hate fuck was meant to be painful I’m sure, but I was so into it. My sneaky journo brain felt I should put up a charade of fear – let Kurk feel he was getting his money’s worth. The boys were at the side of me, starting to push Kurk away and I turned to then and through the spit looked each of them and shook my head and said “this has been coming a long time lads. It’s OK.” Orson sat by me, put a protective hand on my shoulder and said “Kurk, I know what it’s like to get fucked over by the press” Kurk turned to him and said “really? Did the press stake out your home, drive you from the country, tell everyone about your sex life, so you couldn’t even walk the streets without hearing the sound of “here’s to you Mrs Robinson” every-fucking-where you went?” Orson started to reply, “well no…” Kurk cut him off and continued. “I was a fucking pariah! I had to leave everything. The Robinsons cut off all contact. Fuck – even my sister barely talks to me. The police were grilling me for ages about that fucking café! I lost the business. I was broke as fuck. It wasn’t till Simon approached me that I had any fucking hope”. I stifled a moan – each time Kurk said the word fuck or fucking he thrust a hate-fuck into me. My ass was on fire. This was so much hotter than the K’d-up sex we’d had earlier – which was amazing but in a different way. I barely remembered whether it was Iain or Kurk fucking me during that fuck, but here I felt every throbbing ridge of his hardness driving deep into my cunt. I worried that I might have closed my eyes too long in pleasure and opened them with an affected look of fear on them. “Kurk, look I’m sorry…” Spit. Another score straight into my mouth. Damn this was hot. But I had to play it cool otherwise he might stop. “You don’t get to fucking (thrust) talk to me, you fucking (thrust) whore! You’re the one that paid my ex-mate Gary to tell you about the fucking time I told Iris that I had cancer just to keep her away and try to break it off. You think I wanted my aunts and uncles seeing that? You fucking shit-fuck prick! My uncle rang me up and as soon as I told him I wasn’t dying, he called my a lying sinner and hung up and hasn’t spoken to me since.” Ok, ow – this was getting a bit uncomfortable now. And like it or not, my terrier instincts as a tabloid journo were bubbling up. “Oh right – your Uncle Ned yeah? Leader of the Carrickfergus branch of the Free Pressie* Church? Cause do ya think he’d be talking to ya if he saw what you were up to right now?” *Pressie was short for Presbyterian, though the FPC were not to be confused with normal presbyterians – the FPC were a particularly vicious fringe church that’d been set up when the normal Presbyterians kicked their crazies out. For Americans – think of the difference between normal Baptists and the Westboro Baptist Church. Kurk snarled, and thrust, and spat back at me. “Fuck you you rat-bastard. You had no right to fuck over my entire life”. I snarled back. “Oh and your lover Iris had every right to say we gays are all worse than pedos? I’m sorry you got caught in the crossfire, but didja ever think what the shite she was saying was doing to young gays hearing it?” “You ruined my life!” “I pulled the wool from your eyes – she was a toxic bitch who deserved everything she got” He didn’t like hearing that. His thrusts pounded me deeper, harsher. My buzz was wearing thin. “You didn’t know her the way I did. She was there for me when my da passed. She was everything to me.” “Hey Kurk, I dunno when she started blurring the lines, but at some point you decided enough was enough too – you broke things off with her” He slowed down. The thrusting grew more mechanical, less furious. “I didn’t know how to break it off with her, and she then started demanding the money back from the café, and she got all stressed… and then the BBC story broke…” I reached up and stroked his back. I started “look, I know I’m no fucking angel. Fuck. I can’t imagine what it was like with all those stories coming out. Orson here knows – we’ve had our fight too. But you know now Iris is, at the very best, a really problematic character. She’s never apologised for what’s she’s said to the gay community. And I am truly sorry your life was raked over coals cause of her. I’m sorry for the pain any articles I wrote gave you. I guess it was easy just to see you as a baby FPC rightwing nutjob who was fucking the DUP leader’s wife. I didn’t know or care how it all made you feel.” As I stroked his back I saw his eyes soften in the gaze. I wiped the spit from my face. “Look if it makes you feel better, my life was dragged through coals by Orson’s crazy ex-fag hag. She wrote letters to my family and the family for my three ex-boyfriends outing us all as being gay and in a polyamorous relationship. Up until tonight I thought it was Orson himself who did it, which is why I was a wanker to him in the press. I had to work hard to build up a new support network while my family took their time to get over it. My exes left the fucking country, they couldn’t handle it. I still miss them”. Kurk slowed his thrusting down to a comfortable level. “This doesn’t excuse you the way you used me.” I replied “no it doesn’t but I guess I can be empathetic, and I honestly mean it – I’m sorry for what I did to contribute to your media hounding. Since I’ve known you here you’ve shown me your softer side – you were there for me when Sven went too far, and again when I needed to hide out in the bathroom. Together on the Ketamine, I’ll always cherish that experience. It was beautiful” As he looked at me I could see the anger melt. We were all too drugged up for any lasting anger anyways – it wasn’t as if we were on PCP or anything. I stroked the side of his face. “Say Kurk, what is it you’ve been up to since the café folded – I know you went abroad for a bit?” He shook his head, “I tried my luck at New Zealand and Oz, but the funds ran out and picking veggies doesn’t keep you in either country. Simon represented me pro-bono before I left, and well I guess he saw something on me that I didn’t cause it wasn’t long after my return that he let me stay here, free of charge and all I had to do was be his Dealer Dog. After the whole Iris mess I don’t care who I fuck as long as I could get my dick wet.” I looked up at him, and taking a risk said “that’s not true. Noone could fuck me, even in revenge the way you’re doing now, not without liking the cock a little bit!” That broke the ice a bit and though it was one of the weirdest fucks I had, it also was one of the most pleasurable as Kurk slowed down and took his time. After a long bout of simple fucking, where Orson left me, satisfied I wasn’t going to get beaten up, to hop back on Theo’s cock and Simon chuckled and left us alone too, Kurk explained how he’d been hiding out in Simon’s flat for the past two months as a houseboy, while trying to figure out how to reintegrate. A lightbulb went off in my head. “I know how I can make amends Kurk! I know people in UTV – They’re scouting for Love Island right now – you have to own your notoriety – and look at you – you’re fit enough to get through and your narrative will be all about redemption and learning to stand on your own two feet.” Kurk pulled out and lay beside me, and we chatted about how I could draw up some profile articles in the run-up to this show as well as some good opinion pieces about “call-out culture” and the damage it does, using his case as a prime example. I put him in touch with a friend that ran a public speaking school and promised that within two years I’d make him a bankable celebrity. Kurk looked at me as I laid out the last stage of my plans – of getting him a talk show with Michaela McCollam, who as a reformed drug mule party girl from Dungannon who was imprisoned in Peru for two years for trying to smuggle coke back to Ibiza was already working her own redemption narrative. “Do you think it will work?” he said quietly. “I know it will” and leaned over and kissed him, leaning into the jaw locking snog – it was the most intimate connection we’d made all night… At that point, my memory gets foggy. I know later on the Sunday night I fucked Gavin and Orson and Andreas but eventually about 4am on the Sunday I limped home to crash and call in sick to the Sun on Monday. Later on the Monday I checked into the free clinic near me and got a PEP cause I couldn’t quite remember how many had dumped a load in me, but I knew enough to be cautious. While there I bumped into Kurk, Gavin and Padraic again – we’d all had the same idea. Kurk’s incognito hoody just made him even sexier looking. We arranged to head back to mine and have some joints. Passing the joint around we all recapped the party to eachother – firming our drugaddled memories, and I more soberly looked up my contacts for Kurk and rang one to arrange media training. All in all it was a mental weekend, and it freed me from a lot of hang-ups about the gays in Belfast. I got more and more involved in the gay power-player scene once they realised I wasn’t going to spill their secrets. I helped Kurk relaunch himself as a passable celebrity – he’s currently taking dance lessons for the next “Dancing with the Stars” and more importantly has publicly distanced himself from the homophobia of the Robinsons. He even agreed to an interview with Attitude magazine, not topless but in two very tight fitting tank tops. We get together and do lines and fuck at least once a month – between him, and Orson who calls over to get stoned when Tadhg is in a mood, and Padraic who is always horny as fuck and does yoga around the corner from me now, I’ve my plate full – my ass is exploring the wild and wonderful world of bottoming and each of them are such different lovers. The roughest of all of them is Theo who occasionally calls over to my office late at night with a delivery (typically a mix of coke, MDMA and pills), we usually do lines and he piledrives me into the office couch, dumping a load deep in my guts – still maintaining his heterosexuality and I don’t doubt it – I’m just glad girls who’ll take the pounding I’ll take are harder to find. I reached out to Kevin, Joe and Andrew, upon Orson’s insistence actually. He’d found out we all thought he’d been the one behind the awful letters and he wanted to set the record straight. It was pretty cathartic to contact them all and we all agreed to meet up in London in a year. Orson was sitting beside me after I sent the last facebook message. I leaned over and thanked him with a kiss – it felt good to clear the air. Buoyed up on this good energy, I pushed him back onto my bed and milked his dick of two loads before the end of the night. Orson wanted to try for a third but I insisted he go home and plant it in his husband. I know Orson would leave him for me, but I’m not a homewrecker, and I’m currently happier on my own. Recently I was at the Belfast Pride gay business networking party “Up on the Roof”, seeing a few familiar faces, when my mate Con nods over at Sven, still bartending, and started to speculate about him. I chuckled, knowing he’d never believe it if I told him about the party, when I felt a tap on my shoulder – it was Simon, with Alan. Both dressed in matching Armani suits, both still looking too tan and too hot for Belfast. They looked at Con and asked if they could “borrow me” for a bit. I went over with them to their table, leaving Con open-mouthed. Simon started “so it’s been a few months, and we’ve seen what you’ve done with Kurk. I know we’ve not got the best track record but we wanted to thank you for getting him that talkshow job.” Alan interjected “yeah, and getting his mopey arse out of the apartment. Don’t get me wrong. I love the lad but he needed direction badly.” I chuckled “Glad to help. He did pretty well in Love Island also” Alan smiled “yeah, we were gutted he only got third place though. We thought he could’ve gone all the way” Simon continued “well I just wanted you to know that if you want to, there’ll be another Titanic party tonight from 10pm.” I looked at the two of them “will you two promise there won’t be any more weird rapey vibes you two were throwing down last time?” Simon snorted “look, we were doing a lot of coke that last time, I know it’s only an explanation, not an excuse…” Alan continued “yeah, look, we’re both sorry, you’ve nothing to fear there.” Then, standing closer to me so I could smell his expensive Hermes eau du rhubarb écarlate cologne, he added, “y’know, we really would like to physically show you how sorry we both are” “How about I call over with you now? I’ve some of Theo’s MDMA I’ve been waiting for the right time to use…” Poor Con would have to be left hanging tonight… The end. Thanks guys for all the great comments. I’ll no doubt be starting a new series soon – I’m thinking about setting it in Berlin next. If you’ve any suggestions please do let me know. Cheers. S.

2ND TORONTO CLUB120 BB SEX PARTY -> Sat., Aug. 18/18, 10PM-3AM I got to Club120 in Toronto right on the button, 10 PM. I like to get my entrance fee paid ($15), clothes off (+ phone, wallet, car keys, glasses) and stored away with the clothes check guy (secured), into my jock and hole lubed beforehand. You have the space, otherwise it's a quick change (when you arrive halfway through the event) into a very narrow hallway or use one of the washrooms to change. This part is checked off as done. I got several opportunities throughout the night to chat with FelchingPisser who came up from the USA to attend another bb sex party. His last bb party was last March. Great to hear his side of the fence!! Always nice to talk with him! He was quite busy last night! In my past posts I always try to emphasize that the Fukdto bareback parties held at Club120 are Toronto's little bb gem. Like at Steamworks Toronto, you do get your 100% bb tops and bottoms, a number of raw vers guys (count me in, OINK!), and your voyeurs (who love all the visuals and sounds around them but don't quite participate). At Steamworks Toronto you do have to factor in the condom crowd. In all my time at the Fukdto bareback parties I've seen a handful of condom uses, so 99% bareback. Last night for me it seemed that there were many voyeurs out to take a close look at what was happening. Being on the more slutty side of the pendulum, I was looking to hookup with familiar and new guys last night. 1. Early in the night, I did meet up with a younger, slightly taller, beefy vers guy. Tasting his ass, it always tastes SO good. Rimming gets me hard and ready to fuck. I fucked him for a bit and turned around for him to do the same. His dick is average size, opening up my hole for other guys to fuck me. It was early. Both of us would play off and on during the night. Same sluttiness as me. OINK! 2. I met the bareback couple who do play together (and with whom I've played before at the Fukdto bb parties). Both younger than me. First guy with like a 20" waist with a big long dick tops only. His partner loves to drink beer during sex and is the bottom. The top loves daddies. He kept kissing me and putting his dick in me (I did douche completely beforehand), pre-cumming a lot. His fantasy last night was to fuck me and watch his partner being fucked next to him. His partner was in a sling on the second floor opposite the bar. I was ready to be fucked by this top. In went his hard boycock, and within a few minutes he had blasted his big load in me. His partner was enjoying being fucked by anon tops. I turned around to taste the top's cummy dick, quickly thanking him by cleaning off his cock and kissing him and his partner goodbye. They left to go home. 3. I tried to encourage some of the voyeurs to participate but was unsuccessful. I guess you can only lead by example. It'll be up to them to participate when they feel comfortable doing so. All in all, a great night of sucking some great dick, rimming a few asses, getting a huge load from a younger bb top, and, of course, chatting up guys into bb sex in a big bb environment. Next bb party (third one) will be at the end of August.

Part 46 　 I made it outside of Hank's place. Still in a daze and my mind really completely at odds on what to do. I came upon 4 guys sitting at the table out there in the backyard. They were all strangers and all nude. I started to walk by when it dawned on me they were all saying hello to me. I stopped and decided not to be rude and say hi, back to them. One asked me if I lived around here? I told him I lived in the other side of the duplex from Hank. This brought smiles from them all and one mentioned that I must be the hottie Hank had bragged about living next to him. Before I could move again, they were all around me wanting to shake my hand. They were all practically talking at once making it hard for me to really catch all. Something about how Hank had told them all about me being straight before meeting him and now being a really good poz boy in the making and how hot it was and they all seemed to want to try me out to see. My befuddled mind was having trouble concentrating on what all was said. Then I felt a hand on my ass, feeling my well used hole and before I realized it I was bent over the end of the table and his cock was sliding into me. I gasped and gripped the table and found myself, again, thrusting my ass back to get more in me. OMG, I just can't seem to stop. Then I clearly heard on them say they all needed to get in there and dump all their nice toxic cum in me to help Hank out. Why can't I seem to stop, but oh, the great feeling of my ass being thouroughly fucked was too much and I just went with it. All I could do was gasp with pleasure. Then I felt him throb in me and pull out and another cock entered and started to plow. My hole was getting sore as hell, but the pleasure was even more so. I stayed in place and took all 4 of their loads and each thanked me for a great fuck. I was then able to get up and stagger to my place. As I entered I glanced at the clock and found it was now after 6 AM. I locked my door and didn't even take time to shower and made my way to my bed and collapsed on it and was out like a light.

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My partner and I did a long weekend down south to get away from the cold. We try to do this as often as possible in the winter. Stayed at a gay resort in FTL, clothing optional, with a nice pool and hot tub area. The weather was pretty decent while we were there, so the pool area was active most afternoons and evenings. There was a nice mix of guys in their 40s, 50s and 60s at the resort, and it appeared some men came in on a day pass. There’s no playroom at this place, but that doesn’t slow down the sexual energy. There’s plenty of friskiness to be enjoyed. Some guys are very friendly, while there are always a few who just keep to themselves. One afternoon they hosted a little happy hour out by the pool. Nothing fancy, but still a nice opportunity to have a few cocktails and chat with other guys. My partner Shane and I threw on our bathing suits and joined the milling crowd. I chatted with a couple guys from Texas and MInnesota who were spending a couple weeks down there. I also appreciated the bartender was a heavy pourer and I was starting to enjoy a little buzz. Shane was chatting it up with some guys near the hot tub. He looked hot standing there in his blue speedo, his ample cock filling out the front nicely. There were casuals pets and tugs happening around the happy hour as guys flirted with one another. About 45 minutes into the event, I noticed an older bearish guy, silver-white hair, husky, with a trim beard wearing an orange speedo come up behind Shane and start rubbing his shoulders. I recognized the guy as someone who had been around the pool last night, and had chatted with Shane and a few others. He was charismatic and humorous, as I remembered, though I couldn’t recall much about him. I grabbed another drink and joined another conversation. I noticed that the daddy continued rubbing Shane’s shoulders, but was now also slowly grinding against Shane’s ass. Shane for his part had stopped participating in the conversation near him, and was slipping into his non-verbal sexual state. His hands reached back and touched the silver-haired daddy who was methodically seducing him. He started grinding his ass back against the guy’s bulging speedo, which was no longer completely containing the hardon. Finally I saw the guy lean toward Shane’s ear, say something, and Shane silently nodded. They quickly disappeared through the foliage, and then I caught of glimpse of them making their way to the guest rooms. It looked like they may head to our room. I chatted a few minutes more as the bar was closing up for happy hour. Guys were discussing dinner plans. I took that opportunity to slip away and head toward our room. I listened at the door, and thought I heard noise inside — tough to always tell through these metal doors. I unlocked the door quietly and stepped inside quickly and silently so as not to disturb anything. There was an intense sexual energy in the room. Shane was already impaled on the guy’s cock, the bear laying on his back on the bed while Shane bucked and bounced on his thick meat. He was riding hard, grunting and breathing heavy as he took that cock. The bear pushed a bottle of poppers under Shane’s nose — “Take a good hit, boy. You’ll need it.” Shane’s face was a total cock lust — a look I’ve seen plenty of times. I knew he was totally captivated by this guy’s dick inside him, and was going to do whatever he told. The bear obviously figured that out, too. ”Ride it, boy. This is what you wanted. Daddy’s cock in your hole.” i started jerking off,tucked behind a screen off the side of the room where I wouldn’t be intrusive. I love watching Shane get fucked, and this promised to be a hot show. Shane leaned forward, bracing his arms against the bear’s chest. The guy started thrusting upward hard and deep, driving grunts and gasps out of his bottom boy. They fucked intensely for nearly 10 minutes as I watched. Then Shane slowed down and slid off. The cock that emerged from his ass was like a torpedo — no wonder he was making so much noise getting fucked! It looked to be 7 1/2-8 inches long, and was girthy all around the middle before tapering to a nice head that could penetrate the tightest hole. Shane collapsed onto the bed, rolling onto his back. The bear was up and kneeling in front of Shane. “Show me your hole.” Shane complied, raising his legs and spreading them to expose his hole. The bear positioned himself and plunged inside, driving a gasp from Shane. “That’s it boy. It’s supposed to hurt a little. You knew you wanted this cock down by the pool. Now take it.” The guy proceeded to fuck Shane senseless. He was pounding hard, his balls slapping against Shane’ ass — I could hear it across the room — using the younger man’s ass for his pleasure. I could almost feel what Shane was experiencing in his ass. The thick raw cock stretching his hole wide, filling him with each plunging thrust, feeling empty each time it pulled out, and desperate to have it inside him again. He was completely given over to the ecstasy being fucked, and anticipating what more was to come. “I’m gonna mark your ass, boy. That’s right. You’re gonna be bred.” Shane looked up excitedly, breathing heavy with his hot body spread wide open for the pounding he was taking. The bear was grunting, a deep, growling sound. “Oh, boy. You’re gonna be my cumdump. That’s what you wanted down by the pool. Wasn’t it?” Shane was beyond being able to speak — he just nodded excitedly, breathing heavy, and looking with total surrender at the guy using him. The bear pounded into him, his thrusts fast and powerful. He was going for the gold here. He let out a string of grunts, his body slamming hard into Shawn’s spread ass, holding it there for a second, and then thrusting again as he grunted. He was unleashing streams of cum inside Shane’s waiting ass. He gave a feel final thrusts, relishing the tight, warm hole he’d been using. Then he pulled out, shuffled up the bed to Shane head, “Clean off Daddy’s dick,” and he pushed his raw cock into Shane’s open mouth. “ That’s it. Clean every drop of cum off it. Taste your ass on my dick.” Shane moaned his agreement, never taking his mouth off the cock that had just bred him. “That’s it, boy. I knew you were a cum whore. That’s eat. Show me how much you loved Daddy’s cock.” The energy in the room was fading. Shane would not cum, and the bear had no further use for him at the moment. He’d seduce Shane again the next night, and take him to a friend’s room where they would both breed his hot ass. Shane would describe to me how they passed him back and forth, fucking his face and ass until they both filled him with their cum. This is one of the reasons I love staying at gay resorts and on gay cruises. If you enjoyed this story of our exploits, let me know with a message and/or an uprating. I’ll keep sharing so long as people are reading — and hopefully getting off to them.

3. One more layby visit or not? It's Friday lunchtime and my only gay co-worker, Matty and I went to the park to soak up the Summer sun and check out other cute guys stripped down catching the rays. We sit on the browned grass and slowly eat our sandwiches. Matty leans over and says, “Wow, eyes right to the guy in those skimpy white shorts, he is making me so horny that I’ve got a wet patch in my pants already and the beauty of it is he doesn’t even know it. I could go and pounce on him right now!” "Well, you’re always telling me you're horny, so nothing new there!" All too soon we have to pack up our lustful ogling and return to work and as we swipe back in I tell Matty, “I’ll catch you in a mo, I need to pee” but all he does is laugh and follows me into bathroom…although there are three brilliant white urinals Matty stands next to me, so we piss next to each other. Matty and me might be the only gays in the office but we have never tried anything on between us so I was surprised to see his big white cock pissing whilst hard from his lunchtime fantasy. He of course caught me watching and must have thought that was permission to go further as he then he put his hand inside of my trouser waistband and started to push his finger into my puffy hole. “Oh! Wow! Who’s been a lucky bitch getting fucked hard to end up with a hole like that? I gave him a knowing smile and pushed him off telling him we should behave, I can't afford to get fired. This little interaction made me feel horny too and I longed to be filled by my new best friends. The afternoon dragged. I couldn’t concentrate on work as my mind kept drifting off wondering how the hell have I become hocked on public sex, bareback sex and more worryingly wanting POZ cum ALL the time? If only my fellow workers knew what a dirty Slut was amongst them. Finally, the working day ended and I made the sweatbox journey on the tube back home with the only highlight being; strap hanging, my ass pressed up hard against a cute older guy whose hot breath was on my neck and whose sweet cologne I inhaled and as the tube train jumped on the tracks my butt rubbed against his groin and I swear I felt his cock stirring…but sadly he snuck out at the very next stop. By the time I eventually got through my front door I was sweaty, hot, horny and frustrated but soon forgot about that as I noticed something in the letter box. A scribbled note, ‘come to the layby tonight at 7:30 I have surprises for you’ “Damn it” I thought out loud, having vowed not to go back there again…but as I read it through again my hole and cock did the thinking for me as I stripped off got in the shower and began to make sure my hole was squeaky clean for whatever Kyle and co. had in mind. At 7:30pm it is still light and despite the undergrowth and trees anyone would be visible if they were engaged in any action, but here I am sitting in my car waiting for my surprises…I don’t have to wait long before I see Kyle, Renton & Jay pull up, get out and head in to the wooded area. I get out and follow...as you do. Surprise 1 is a wooden bar has been screwed between two trees: “Strip” I hear Kyle say and without thinking I comply, just leaving my trainers on, feeling liberated being naked outdoors and possibly on view to any passing cars. “Bend over the bar” is the instruction and no sooner had I obeyed than I my arms and legs were bound in place leaving me at the mercy of Jay and Renton who quickly took up positions to spit roast me hammering hard and fast as they made out above me until the inevitable Poz cum injections. As they withdrew I felt Kyle’s hand slap my right butt cheek, “tighten that hole and get ready for my cock and cum” just as his blunt bell end nudged my winking hole I squeezed my ass muscles tight, pushed out and squeezed again until a bubble of cum popped out. I could feel Kyle smear the cum around my ass lips and then plunged in, balls deep, in one go, he slapped my ass again, my instruction to squeeze down tight again gripping his rock-hard flesh buried in my guts. In this bent over position Kyle was getting in deeper than before, his long black cock reaching parts no one had got to before, his thighs slapping mine and his musky sweat dripping down on my back. I was in a World of my own, it felt like heaven being filled by him and pumped by him, just Kyle’s cock with my hole gripped tightly around it . Then he started to pound me harder until I heard, “Bro, you’ve got to tap this ass. It’s so hungry that it’s milking my cock throughout this entire fuck.” Kyle quickened his pace, thrusts in deeper than he had ever been inside before, then shouts out loud, “FUCK YEAH! Bitch, take my CHARGED LOAD!” I distinctly felt his cock thicken, twitch, his balls rammed up tight against my hole pump their payload but his cock is so deep that’s all I felt. He rips his cock out move around to my head and simply says, “Clean it” I hungrily slurp on his glistening dark meat until it’s squeaky clean savoring the taste of cum and ass slime but surprisingly no blood this time. “Not bad for a white boy” I hear, “D’ya think he can handle this?” and I feel something fleshy slap my ass. “Only one way to find out” Kyle says “Then he’d better get sucking my cock hard and then we’ll see how much of my 10.5 inches I can slam up his pearly white cunt?” Without any hesitation I opened my mouth in readiness as the mystery man moved around in front of me; a black muscly man-mountain with all 7.5” of semi-hard nasty looking cock; his pre-cum looked cummy, a creamy white that he smeared around my lips then edged the tip into my waiting mouth and, was that blisters on his shaft? I think I saw as it swiftly reached the back of my throat and, as he pulled back, he said, “Take a deep breath in when I start to push back into your mouth cocksucker.” He then grabbed my head between his two beefy black hands and pushed his cock back in, “Get ready to deep throat my cock slut” Not waiting for an answer, he kept a steady force as the cock slid easily into until it plugged throat, stopping the air almost making my eyes pop out of my head. “Almost there cock whore, only about another inch or so to go”, I felt light-headed and began to go limp through lack of oxygen as just in time the snake like cock withdrew just enough for me gulp in some urgently needed air in to my lungs before the second assault. I felt the hardening cock go deeper this time as prickly pubes just tickled the end of my nose as the growing cock plunges further down my throat. Knowing I was going to need air he pulled back just enough allowing me to inhale and fill my lungs with fresh air before he pushed all the way back in, “Swallow whitey boy, keep swallowing” I complied as best I could until fully impaled his pubes were mashed into my nose making my throat muscles pulse around the steel-like flesh jammed down my gullet. The man was in heaven as he felt his gono dripping cock spill directly into this cock sucker's stomach as his cock reached it’s full length and hardness. “God damn it boy, you took all 10 plus inches and now I’m ready to fuck” Slowly he pulled his hard, dripping cock from my throat, barely giving me anytime to catch my raggedy breath as he walked around behind me and without wasting a second, quickly lined his cock up with my cummy hole and was balls deep in one oh so long thrust. I had no time to prepare for this plowing his long dick in before pulling almost all the way back and thrusting back in deeper this time making me grunt and moan as he got deeper dragging my ass lips inwards, almost turning my hole inside out! Each deep thrust was a unique mix of pain, pressure and pleasure, “Oooh, aaahhh, mmm” was all I could uncontrollably mutter until he said, “You ready for whole length now?” I froze momentarily as what he said sunk in and before I could say “What or YES” The mystery man pushed his hips violently forward, I felt some type of popping in my stomach, “FUCK!!!” I screamed, his huge cock felt so good as it reached deep in me somewhere where no cock has reached before and my entire body was shaking uncontrollably with pleasure…my cock started to shoot, spraying a massive load of cum, an endless supply as he kept on popping the length of his cock in and out of this new place deep inside my guts. Each thrust causing me to cry out, “Oh God YES, Fuck YES” and “Please don’t stop fucking me.” As sweat, tears and cum dripped from every pore as I moaned, shivered and whimpered in sheer pleasure. To bring me back to reality he squeezed my butt cheeks his buttocks whilst also running my hands up and down his upper thighs, telling me to relax, slapped me few times as he started to move his cock in and out at greater speed and power grunting as he did so. He then gripped my waist tightly and said loudly; “The thought of my strain of HIV destroying you is turning me on boy for you to share, just like my boys here do.” “Yes Sir. I NEED to be infected. I WANT YOUR GIFT.” “Gifts boy, I’ve got a little something extra to help you on your way. You definitely want it? “Yes!” “Then BEG for it pig” as he rams in harder than before. I give a strangled “Arrgh!” then add, “PLEASE….infect….me…..” I’m hanging on as he power fucks so hard it’s knocking the wind out of me. “Infect you with what whitey boy? “Your GIFTS Sir” “You mean you want my highly toxic Poz cum, Gono and Hep C and Herpes embedded in your system, changing you for LIFE as they replicate through your body, destroying your soul?” “Oh fuck” is all I can say as I shoot another massive load. Is it the dirty talk, the actual act or the onslaught on my prostate? I don’t know or care anymore. All I know is my love muscle is spasming around his deathstick, dancing up and down the entire length trying to milk his dick for all the nasty bugs it can get. “Then Beg whitey.” I said “Fucking BEG.” “PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.” And my hungry ass clamped down hard on his dick, he rammed in hard, thighs and balls smashed into my ass….I saw stars as pain deep inside me exploded in eye popping fashion and then I felt this hard lump of toxic fuck weapon arch up and down I my guts as a soothing torrent of diseased cum put out the fire in my belly and I slumped forwards, sweat drenched, limp and totally exhausted. Kyle, Jay and Renton couldn’t tell if the moans I was making came form pain of pleasure, nor did they much care as I heard them High-Five Elliot as I heard his name for the first time. Eventually I had a slap on the ass and the ‘snake’ slithered out of my destroyed hole. “Fuck Elly, you done did a great job this time, look at all that blood on you dick” It was the last thing I heard as I blacked out and the next thing know as I come to is my arsehole is sore beyond words, I’m cold, it’s dark and I’m slumped in the driver’s seat of my car. I gingerly drive home, drag my sorry body in to bed and collapse into the welcoming darkness of sleep.

I know they gave me some kind of drug as Biker dude drags me over to a bench and strapped me in and says don't go anywhere. I don't know how long I was there if it was a few minutes or hours as I see the boy cleaning the floor and he still has that sinister look on his face. I feel someone slap me on my ass and it hurts and I guess its the owner as he looks right into my face and says you fucking ass hole over at that college is always making our life hard but we get our own revenge in the end as he points to the boy cleaning the floor as he was once just like you very curious about what goes on around here. I tell Jack the owner that I'm thirsty and the boy brings over me something to drink, it tastes horrible and Jack says we have to keep you hydrated for later. Jack leaves for a few minutes and comes back in a leather harness with leather chaps and says he is going to give me an introduction of what I will become. I see the boy come running over and they are behind me and Jack tells the boy he did a very good job, then I feel his dick by my hole and jack is pushing his dick in and it FUCKING HURTS the pain is more than I can bear as Jack fucking a virgin hole dry is so much fun hearing them scream, then later hear them begging to get fuck. Jack is not going easy as his dick is going all the way in and then all the way out as his body is pounding against me so hard that the bench I'm on is moving on the floor, I can feel the excitement in Jacks body and the grunting noise he is making as he is yelling words like one less virgin in the word, soon a new member of the brotherhood, another sissy faggot is born and so on. It seemed like this went on for hours as then something happen as Jack falls on top of me I guess from exhaustion and whispered into my ear you were great and it was fun to fuck such tight hole, then he pulls and comes in front as he calls the boy over and the boy then takes Jacks dick that is covered in cum and I see some blood and puts in his mouth without using his hands, Jacks dick disappear into the boys mouth and Jack is holding his head as the boy is gagging on Jack dick, when Jack pulls his dick out of the boys mouth the boy takes his tongue and licks and cum and blood on Jack and the flood as I see puddles of it. Jack squats down and looks me in the face then says any time a dick is near your lips you just open your mouth and service it, then he says he is the punishment for not doing so as I get a jolt from a Cattle Prod on my ass, then he says next time its on your worthless negative dick. Jack tells the boy to clean me up as he stepped around me I feel his hands on my ass cheeks spreading them and his face buried in licking my hole and I hate to say this it felt great , then he unstrapped me and sat next to me and the sides of his face is some cum and blood and tells me to lick it off and I do and he is working my dick which is rock hard and gets on his knees his mouth is on my dick then I exploded in his mouth I see he is wearing a chastity cage as he gets up and gives me a kiss and gives back my cum and tells me to swallow it, I ask him about the cage and he told me he is still negative and has not converted yet, but once he does convert it will comes off as he will be a member of the brotherhood.

Part 3. After the fuck of my life, John dragged me to the walk-in shower. "Double shower heads. Nice," I said, then later feeling immature for showing how impressed I feel. I walked in the shower and got under the hot water as John dimmed the lights and turned on music that belonged on a sex playlist. He slid in behind me, pushed my chest against the cold, gray tile, and pressed his pecs and long cock against my backside. I moaned softly. Had I ever moaned before? What was happening. The hot water, the steam, and a muscle daddy caressing my body and kissing every inch of me. I was rock hard in a minute. After a deep kiss, John was fully hard again, and he forced me on my back on the tile bench in the middle of the shower. He grabbed a bottle of lube, coated my ass and his cock, and slowly slid in. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck," I moaned, as he slid in. His cock stretching open my now very sore and puffy ass. I focused on his pecs, the shadow of his face, and the warm water, and the pain eased away. Within minutes, I was getting close. I wanted his load this time, I didn't want him to pull out. So I took some initiative. "I want your cum inside me. Please breed me, daddy" I whimpered. He was silent, but I saw a smile start to creep in on the left side of his face, as water poured down his body fro the shower. He kept thrusting into me, tearing me open. It was painful but the pleasure outweighed the pain by far. He grabbed my cock and started tugging, and 30 seconds later I shot all over my chest while he just kept slamming in and out of my battered ass. I kept hoping he shoot, I kept begging, "breed me daddy. Own my ass." A minute later, he pulled out and shoved his cock down my throat and unloaded another massive load of cum, this time filling my throat and mouth. I still wanted his cum in my ass. He dragged me to bed, wrapped his arms around me, pulled me tight to his chest, and we drifted off to sleep. 2:07 AM -- that's what the clock said. I was exhausted. And a little confused. ---- 6:32 AM -- I squinted at the clock. I heard rain on the roof. I rolled off, John was lightly sleeping. At some point during the night, he'd gotten up and put on a white tee shirt. He was snoring ever so softly. I slid in close to him, pressed my face against his pecs and wrapped my hand around his cock. I drifted back to sleep. 8:07 AM -- the shower was running. John was awake. I didn't want to get up yet. I heard him the sound of an electric razor a few minutes after the shower cut off. I thought I'd keep sleeping, or at least see what he would do next. A few minutes later, I heard John back in the bedroom. He slowly pulled the covers off of me as I pretended to sleep, face down. John crawled between me, and pushed his tongue into my ass, rimming me gently and teasing my hole. I was incredibly sore from the night before, but his tongue made my hole twitch with excitement. In one thrust, he pushed his entire cock all the way inside of me. "Fuck!" I shouted. "I knew you were awake, beautiful boy," John replied. He slowly eased my ass open after that, and fucked me for a solid 10 minutes. He then flipped me over, and I could taste my ass on his tongue as he kissed me deeply. Apparently John likes morning sex. I could tell, he was getting close, and quickly. I was going to get his cum inside me. I needed it. I needed to have a piece of this man in my DNA. "Daddy?" I said. "Yes boy," John replied. "I really want your cum inside me," I said. "Oh yea? You want me to breed your boy hole?" John replied. "Fuck yea, breed me, please. Please breed me. Own my ass," I said. "I can't," John replied. Then started violently pounding my ass again. He was about to cum, I knew it. "What, why?" I questioned him. He pulled out, took three tugs on his cock, then shot all over me. "Because I'm poz." Partially in shock, partially turned on, I started shooting a volcano of cum out of my cock. John looked surprised, but dived down and slurped up the second half of my load. He was HIV positive, and I had begged him for his load. More than once, but he kept pulling out. And yet somehow, I still really wanted to feel his cum leaking out of me....

25 year old, very femme skinny bottom, in Cape Coral, Fl. Just joined and new to being, well, a slut. Came across the site by googling 'how to be a cumdump' since my plan for the longest time was to get a hotel room and post on CL, but with it's personals getting the axe, that plan died. But now I've learned about places like this, BBRTS, and have made an AFF (granted, that place is fairly tame) recently. For too long I've been very limited in my ability to hookup, and have only a small handful of guys in my ass, although quite a few in my mouth, but now I have a lot more freedom, and I intend to use it to get as much cock as I can! I've been able to learn a lot here about what steps to take for my security, where to set myself up, and how to get the most guys and loads. Hopefully soon I'll be able to have my own load challenges. ?

So this is my first post on this topic. I've been thinking about all this for a while: As with many of us, I grew up in the 90s with an ingrained fear of HIV due to ill-informed "health education" classes, biased teachers, fearful media, and an unenlightened society in general. I was so obsessed with contracting HIV, I would go to the health clinic in college every time I blew a guy. It took me years before I finally had anal sex (with condoms). I was living in a terrified sexual existence of my own creation. Then came PrEP. Once I heard about it, I immediately got on it. Although I still used condoms, PrEP helped abate the anxiety I had after hooking up (also likely related to subconscious shame). Not only that, it allowed me to enjoy a whole new variety of experiences with poz or unknown status partners, who I had ignorantly excluded until then. However, I was still hesitant to bareback. Although I fucked raw with my boyfriend (after a considerable amount of time and tests), I was still unconvinced about the efficacy of the drug. The thought of hot cum inside me and that skin-on-skin feeling thrilled me, but I was squeamish. After some thought, and watching everyone else enjoy the pleasures of the #BBBH, I realized the "worst thing" that could happen is that I could become positive-- and my new experiences with poz partners taught me that life doesn't end after you seroconvert. As for STDs, well, there wasn't really anything that couldn't be treated. I finally decided to bareback. Now, not only do I bareback, I have embraced my true self and finally understand what I've been missing all along. Not only the unbelievable physical feeling of having a raw dick enter you and eventually explode inside you, but also -- paradoxically -- the intimacy of taking a complete stranger's cum. I'm exploring more and more. Yesterday, I went cruising in a park and ended up getting bred by two different guys. That feeling of abandon was amazing as I let my hole get used. Now I'm proud to put "BB only" in my online profiles. As I look forward to new experiences -- and wanted to thank this forum for helping me become the man I needed to be. Actually, the man I was all along.

Part 5 Nick handed Rob another half harness and what looked like a pair of trunks. “Go ahead and try these on, they are made of neoprene: they will fit tighter to the contours of your body and the codpiece in the front snaps off so you can just remove and fuck.” That idea certainly intrigued Rob and he headed back to change. He walked about ten feet when he stopped dead in his tracks and turned back towards Nick. “Hey man, these shorts have a big opening in the back, I don’t think a Top should be showing off his ass suggestively like that” “There is no fucking way in a big group situation do I want people fingering my asshole cause they think I am looking to get fucked; The only thing I let near my ass is some faggot tongue!” Nick raised his hands in defense and responded, “I didn’t mean to imply anything bud, I would think it would be clearly obvious to anyone that looked at you that you were all Top and they shouldn’t mess around with your ass.” “Frankly, I help organize a lot of parties and gangbangs and its pretty common for the power muscle tops to wear something that exposes their ass; but if you don’t think you’d be comfortable, try this instead” “These will mold to your ass but won’t leave your hole exposed”. The two traded the neoprene trucks and Rob headed back to change. “Wait a minute bud, there is one more thing.” Nick walked over to Rob and handed him a thick solid metal cock ring. ”Put this on as well, it’s obvious you are well hung, but wearing this with help fill up that cod piece on the trunks better; I want you to really see how the gear can make you look.” As Rob closed the door to change, Nick turned and returned to the laptop to enjoy the show. Nick had to practice a lot of self-control to not let out an evil laugh as he watched a naked Rob struggle with the cock ring. The effects of the Fuck Water were really starting to take hold. Rob’s cock was half hard at this point and it caused him a lot of difficulty and pain to get his big balls and cock through the opening in the steel ring. With great determination, Rob sucked up the discomfort and finally succeeded. Of course all the fondling of his cock and balls just made him harder. There was no way the cock ring was coming off. Rob did like the way it presented his package and from what he could tell it did seem to make him fill out the cod piece better. The second Rob saw himself in the mirror in the main room, his jaw literally dropped. He already knew he liked the look of a half harness, but Nick was right about the way the neoprene would fit and show off his chest. The blue accent stripes only made his eyes more piercing and created the illusion that his eyes and the bright blue stripes were actually the same color. The way he looked in the neoprene trunks was mind boggling. The low cut hit his hips just right and really highlighted the V-shape of his torso. The fit somehow made his six pack abs even more noticeable. Even he couldn’t help but feel his eyes drawn from the perfect abs directly to the bulging cod piece. He turned to see the back. His muscular bubble ass was clearly framed to perfection. The way the material clung to the dimples of his ass cheeks accentuated the results of all the time he spent on his lower body gym workouts. The way the leg openings slightly rose on the side helped show the definition in his legs as well; from his thighs all the way down to his calves. Rob had one word to say “Sold!” “Well, based on that reaction you must approve of this look,” Nick said with a big shit eating grin on his face “Snap off the cod piece”. At this point Rob was too entranced with how he looked in the mirror to even second guess Nick’s suggestion. As he removed the pouch his fully hard 8” cock sprung straight out in front of him. “Hell yeah!” “Now all I need is a party to go to so I can put my weapon to use,” he said as swiveled his hips to make his cock and balls bounce. “What about those gangbangs you mentioned, do you have any coming up soon while I am still in town?” “As a matter of fact stud, there is one scheduled tonight”. Rob did his best to act nonchalant and cool as he asked for details and how he could get an invite. He did barely veil the excitement in his voice as he questioned Nick, but his cock was harder to control as it visibly throbbed at the mention of a gang bang. Nick explained that the party was run like a private club due to privacy concerns and the ability to control who participated. “Actually even a lot of bars here in the South are run under the pretext of a private club; you know, whatever happens between consenting members at a private event happens.” Nick further explained that most of the members of this club were Tops with just a few versatile guys in the mix. “We bring in an appropriate number of bottoms that have volunteered to be used by all.” “Although I will say that we do keep the bottoms naked, restrained and totally tweaked,” Nick said with a wink. Rob laughed, ”There is nothing like a little Tina, G etc. to make and keep a bottom compliant.” “I prefer to keep them very compliant so I don’t have to hear them whine that I’m fucking too hard, or crying out that it hurts – a compliant bottom never says no either!” Both roared in laughter. Nick’s evil grin appeared again as he nodded to acknowledge Rob’s statement. He then replied “Compliance – that’s an interesting way to put it.” Rob fist bumped Nick, “Here’s to compliant bottoms.” “So what do I have to do to get a club membership?” ”Well, since I am an organizer I can sponsor you with a guest membership to get you in,” explained Nick. “It does help me make it up to you for the way Jerry harassed you in the store rather than just giving you a discount on the gear you are wearing. I am assuming you are buying what you are wearing now for the party.” Rob started to roar in excitement, but regained his composure and simply said “Thanks, man that would be awesome! And yes I want this gear.” “Grab your ID so I can scan a copy of it and get some info for the application. I’ll fill that in on the computer while you are changing back into your street clothes; that way when you get to the party they will have everything ready and all you have to do is sign the form and can begin plowing some ass.” “I am assuming you are going to change back to your shorts, tank and flip flops to walk back to your hotel.” Rob laughed and went to get his ID. He handed his driver’s license over and Nick grabbed his own phone and said, “I also need a headshot to show it matches the ID.” Nick snapped a few quick pics, although they some were full frontal body shots. Rob changed to his street clothes but had to leave on the cock ring because he was still fully aroused and he was pretty certain that the only way to remove the ring at this point would basically rip his cock and balls off in the process. ”I have one more quick question that I need to ask for the application; I’m pretty sure I know the answer based on your dominant sexual position but I have to confirm.” “You are Negative, I assume?” Rob nodded “Yep!” “I need directions to the party; what time does it start?” Nick handed back Rob’s ID and said “We hold the gangbangs in an industrial area on the edge of town; it’s not walkable to get there from the Quarter. On Friday night, an Uber or taxi is going to cost a bunch.” “So I was thinking you could come with me, I’m leaving from the shop at about 10.” “I stay at the party usually until around 3 or 4 in the morning, if you want to leave before then we’ll get you a ride back to the Quarter. If you come with me, I can walk you through the process and show you around a little as far as where the different bondage and watersports activities occur as well as the location of the refreshment bar.” “Well actually, you’d probably call it the compliance station.” Rob laughed and said, “That sounds great, thanks for the offer, I’ll be back at 10 then.” “Is there anything else I need to know?” “There are no cameras or phones allowed, if you bring one you’ll have to check it at the front door.” “There is also a clothes check in case you don’t want to walk back here in your party gear.” “Although it’s not like the people in the French Quarter aren’t used to seeing all sorts of attire walking down the street on a Friday night!” “I’ll probably throw on a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt over everything for the walk back here to the store.” With that Rob grabbed his stuff to leave. As they were walking back to the front door of the store, Nick handed Rob a plastic glass of water from the fountain “Here bud, have a drink to go, the heat outside is going to hit you when you leave.” Rob was excited beyond belief as he walked back down the street towards his hotel. He was going to get his cock in so many asses tonight with no effort on his part at all! He also was uncontrollably horny, it's probably because mental images he had in his head regarding the gangbang tonight that was making him so fucking horny he thought, however he didn’t think he’d be able to make it the couple hours until the party to get his rocks off. So when his path led him back past the video arcade he decided to make a quick stop. He paid the entrance fee and got a couple dollars’ worth of quarters for the booths. He hoped there were some cock suckers in the back. He wasn’t disappointed; he was approached by a young preppy looking cock sucker almost immediately. He didn’t waste any time, he motioned with his head and entered a booth. Rob no sooner dropped the quarters in the machine when the cocksucker entered and locked the door behind him. The guy introduced himself as Patrick, but Rob was in no mood for talk, he opened up his shorts to free his cock and pushed the guy to his knees. “Suck it”. It was obvious to Rob that Patrick had sucked plenty of cocks before, but he was spending too much time with running his tongue around the mushroom head so Rob started aggressively feeding his cock deeper. Patrick pushed off Rob’s cock suddenly and to Rob’s surprise, Patrick handed him his phone. “Can you take a couple pics of me serving your cock; I want to send them to a couple friends back home so they’ll believe me about the big cock I sucked?” Rob was a bit annoyed but took the phone and said “Look at me faggot while you suck my cock” Click… "Now stick out your tongue while I slap my cock on it.” Click… “How about a video clip so they know the pics aren’t the result of photo shop?” Rob took a quick video of Patrick slobbering on his cock and then rammed it in balls deep to the back of Patrick’s throat. Patrick started gagging at the sudden intrusion and tears started running down his face. While Patrick was momentarily distracted, Rob quickly sent the two pics and video clip to all of the contacts in Patrick’s phone. Rob’s laughed to himself thinking ”I’m just helping the whore out, this way none of his friends, family or co-workers feel left out and the whore won’t be accused of favoritism.” After he handed the phone back, he grabbed the back of Patrick’s head and began to skull fuck him. Fortunately for Patrick the rough assault on his mouth and throat only lasted about 10 minutes before Rob shot a large load of cum directly down his gullet. As Rob pulled his cock out of Patrick’s mouth and wiped it on his face he noticed Patrick’s lip was bleeding. “Guess the cock ring must have split his lip,” he thought, “the whore is lucky he knew how to cover his teeth or they probably would have gotten chipped as well.” It was at that time he noticed they had an audience from the glory holes on both sides of the booth and could hear the distinctive sounds of cocks being jacked from the “show.” Rob didn’t have time though to feed another cocksucker at this moment; he had a party to get ready for. He closed up is pants and left the dazed Patrick on the floor as he exited. As he walked back to the front of the arcade to leave, he saw two other guys enter the booth with Patrick and lock the door. “The whore is going to be busy,” he snickered. Jesse had just finished his shift at the bar and was chatting with a couple guys when he saw Rob start to pass by on the street. Rob saw Jesse as he was walking by; he raised the bag containing his recently purchased gear from “Master Nick’s” and gave him the thumbs up signal. Jesse smiled and returned the gesture. Rob’s hormones were still raging but he just didn’t have the time to thank Jesse with his cock. He also didn’t have any party drugs with him and it would take too long to convince Jesse to take his cock without them. Rob shouted to Jesse “Thanks for the directions man, I’ll stop back later in the week to chat.” Jesse on the other hand knew he would actually see Rob later that night. After all, it was just over an hour ago that he had received a notification on his phone that his finder’s fee had been paid and deposited to his bank account.

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

Love to find some POZ porn; if it exists.

Whilst we'ed been talking I heard the front door open a couple of times and footsteps in the changing room and then going up the stairs. I left Sid reading his paper and levered myself off the chair, aware of the cool spunk coating my cheeks. Upstairs, I ignored the sauna as I heard voices in the small TV room off on the other side of the landing. There were three guys there, much older than me watching the TV. One sat in a threadbare sofa on one side and the other two on another sofa on the other side. They were real trolls with sagging tits, spindly legs and old, lined faces. There was a porn movie playing with a couple of twinks fucking in a bedroom. "Nice cock on that lad." Said one as the camera zoomed in to show the heavy cock sliding into an arsehole. "Not bad," Said another. "Got a good technique, too." They could have been discussing football or something for all the casualness in their voices. "Alright matey?" The one on the sofa on his own smiled at me reavealing a mouthful of bad teeth. "Why dontcha sit here?" I sat down beside him, conscious that he smelled of body odour, and noticing his hand tugging idly at his cock had dirty fingernails. The others were watching the porn, wanking each others cocks as they moved on to taliking about some new housing estate being built. "Been before?" Asked the old man next to me. "Nope" I said. "First time. Been here a couple of hours" He cackled. "Yeah and I bet Bill or Sid have been up you by now - they don't hang about!" I blushed and nodded. "Both of them." He interrupted the other two. "Dirty bastards have fucked our friend here already!" They laughed and one of them, with rings through his sagging tits and a paunch hanging over his heavy cock gestured me over. "Let's have a look,then." I stood and went over. He turned me round and I bent forward, allowiing his scaley fingers to spread my cheeks and probe my hole. "He's wet, alright. Carrying a bellyful of dirty spunk, I reckon." The other man next to him was very thin and wasted looking with heavy veins on his arms and legs and a fat erection sticking up from his lap. "I need a fuck," He announced. "Once I get off, I can relax a bit." They pulled me onto the sofa between them, getting me to kneel on the cushions and rest my arms on the backrest. Lube was rubbed roughly over my hole, and then the wasted man got off the sofa and got behind me. Without any warning, he slid his cock into me making me gasp with the size of it, but the lube and spunk in my hole allowed it to slip in easily enough. "That's better," I heard him say as he started to thrust into me. The other two ignored us and began a conversation about the news whllst next to them I was being fucked by this disgusting old man. "Ahhh... " he said to the other two. "That feels better. Just need to empty my balls and then I'll hit the sauna." He hadn't even acknowledged me but now I felt his thrusts becoming urgent. For all he cared, he was fucking a piece of meat just to get off. "Yeah...he gasped. Here it comes!" With that he collapsed on my back, shuddering and grunting in orgasm as he shot his load up my insides. After a while, he got heavily off me, pulling his cock out brutally and said. "Right, see you later" to the other two. Then he left. I just knelt there gasping and embarrassed, spunk now dripping over my balls and onto the cushions. "Look at all that spunk!" Said the one with the tit rings. "Reckon Arthur gave him a bellyful that time!" I looked over at them, my face flushed with lust. The man with the tit rings stood up and held his heavy cock in his hand. "You do know you've been pozzed, dont'cha mate?" I nodded and just knelt here. He grinned and for the first time I saw the dark blotches on his skin and the sores on his lower legs. "Good, So you won't mind another bellyful of poz babies then, will you? With that he got behind me and began to slide his fat cock slowly, deliciously into my rectum. "Hold still, darling and let's see if we can get you pregnant today." He whispered as the other man laughed in the background.

Previously… Meanwhile Sven was tweaking my left nipple with one hand and with his right he was shoving his fingers past one of the four detachable buttons on the dog snout – the snout would come off if all four were detached. He shoved his fingers expertly in to find my mouth. Sticking his index and middle finger in my mouth he started grinding his chubbed-up boner against my hip, Saying “I’m gonna fuck you ya little bitch”. I heard the snap as the other lower button for the snout was detached. The snout was movable now and I opened my eyes in alarm as I was being exposed after Simon strictly told me not to be. Right in front of me was an expanse of white skin stretched taut over a six-pack, dark pubes leading to dripping hard hooded eight inch cock. Kurk McCaimble was standing over me and Sven. He pushed the snout to the side and fed me his cock. Right so… …. Mmmfhhh …was what I said. Not that anyone was listening. I was being …well… ravished! I was being ravished on the couch in a sex party that I’d brought MDMA to. One moment I’m sitting on my favourite bartender’s knee, the next, I’m on my back on his lap, with my legs held in the air by a sexy blond Übermensch, while Northern Ireland’s male Christine Keeler stands over me, feeding me his thick dripping meatstick while a fourth lad goes nuts on my cock. I’m being force-fed cock through a dog mask I might add. Which I was grateful for, cause I wasn’t sure whether Kurk would know who I was (or the many invasive articles about his life I’d written) but I’m pretty sure Sven the bartender could enlighten him. I’d bragged about my “important journalist” job long enough to try and gain his interest. Although honestly Sven probably wouldn’t remember enough about me other than that I was a regular down at the bar, he had enough guys hitting on him. Maybe the MDMA was just feeding my paranoia. Maybe I didn’t need to wear a dog mask and could suck Kurk’s juicy cock with impunity. And fuck it was juicy! With the support of Sven’s hand on the back of my masked head, I was getting as much of that fuckstick into my mouth as I could. I know most people are programmed to look at some groups a little way outside their genepool as attractive, but say what you want, as far as I’m concerned, Irish guys have the nicest dicks of any white people. There’s just something so big and satisfying about Irish cocks. English cocks suffer by comparison. I mean they’re fine, but they’re always lacking something – either length or they’re a bit too freakily narrow, or their head is much bigger than their shaft… Irish cocks are always well proportioned. Call me racist if you like, but it’s a consideration when I shag a guy – for white dick, you can’t beat fat home-raised Irish dick. And Kurk’s was a beaut! He was getting really into thrusting into my mouth. His foreskin has been sliding back in my mouth as he grew and grew and now I was getting the back of my throat punch-fucked by his fat mushroom head. Thank fuck there was a bit of space for my nose in that mask cause I was hitting dangerously close to gagging. I can’t imagine what it must have looked like to the 23 year old, shoving his cock into a Doberman-styled facemask, but I hoped my oral skills would overcome the weirdness of it. Meanwhile, while I was getting effectively mouthraped by Northern Ireland’s most famous man-candy and secret bisexual, my ass was being held open to all kinds of stimulation. The blond Andreas had pulled up my legs by the knees and my cock, balls and hole were propped up off of Sven’s lap for Andreas’ cocksucker to feast on. The big-dicked fourth guy from the couch, the one who had been busy sucking Andreas off when I sat down, was now running his tongue up over my asshole, across my taint and up my shaft as he chowed down on me. The feelings were intense and kept distracting me from blowing Kurk, who luckily was now more slowly thrusting into me, cause Andreas had started rimming him from behind. I was really getting into the rhythm when with a forceful thrust Sven shoved me all the way down on Kurk’s cock. Oh fuck I nearly threw up! Yet that really seemed to do it for Kurk cause he was getting pretty rigid and close to cumming. Meanwhile the lift-up by Sven made me able to see Andreas behind him, rimming the 23 yr old, reversing their roles from when I came over to see them first. The blond’s body took up most of my vision as I watched him jerk his cock – yeah German cocks could definitely go for second place after Irish ones if basing them on Andreas – it was cut and perfectly proportioned to his muscular body. The guy must have been a model or something. I still couldn’t see much of the fourth guy – just the top of his wavy haired head between my legs. He must have been on the floor on all fours rimming me off the couch. I couldn’t see him but I definitely could feel him. He was treating my asshole like a gourmet meal, really getting his face in there. I applaud these men – no prissy whining about what they will and won’t do – just getting stuck in like a dog digging for a bone. He transferred his attention to my oozing cock and another MDMA wave of euphoria swept over me… Fucking hell! I felt like I was cumming the precum that was dripping from my cock into the unknown guy’s mouth. Not that he minded, the sucking grew more intense – damn tho! He fucking knew what he was doing – slurping up all my pre-jiz, the slut! Fuck yeah! As I writhed under this assault, Kurk had established a rhythm with Andreas, lifting his right leg to balance on the back of the couch to give the German more access, now more forcefully shoving his throbbing cock into me. I felt fingers back around my pulsing hole, then what was definitely… not a finger. I thought back to the cock I had seen when I came over first – it was a massive juicy one even when semi-hard. I started to tense in spite of myself, but I couldn’t speak over Kurk’s cock. I pulled back to try and dislodge him, only to have Sven shove me all the way back down to Kurk’s pubes. As I spent all my concentration on trying not to upchuck whatever was left of yesterday’s chilli-fries on Kurk’s crotch, I felt a tapping and some cold lube on my hole. Fuck! I was going to be fucked soon if I wasn’t careful! However this time my asshole’s tingling had warmed up to a pulsing feeling and the idea of something thick and heavy parting my ass-pussy lips right now, well it kinda felt fucking right! I worked my hips up and down to rub against the tip of the cock and felt the pressure mount. Speaking of pressure, Kurk’s dick was getting rigid as he stepped up his pace of thrusting into my face, getting rock hard whenever I pulled back and retched. I felt he should have cum by now, but some guys take forever. Also even though I couldn’t hear it, I think he signalled Sven to make me deep-throat him non-stop. Cause next thing Sven had grabbed the mask, holding onto each of the Pinscher ears and was making me skull-fuck the lad faster and faster. This may sound hot, but unless you’re into really rough play, it’s about as sexy as waterboarding. I was fucking gasping, unable to breathe as Kurk’s cock rammed the back of my throat repeatedly. I started seeing little stars out of the side of my darkening vision, and if that wasn’t enough, the fourth lad had decided that now was as good a time as any to pop his cock in. As the massive head shoved in my strangely receptive asshole, and Kurk’s cock plunged to the back of my throat, I couldn’t take all the invasion and puked up all over Kurk’s cock and pubes. I managed to hold most of it in my mouth, mostly, but as Kurk looked down at me barf, he got a distant look in his eye and suddenly convulsed with cumming – a mixture of pleasure and disgust shot across his features, while cum shot across mine – well at least across my mask. He pulled his puke-covered cock out of me as I gasped for air. “Oh shit” he exclaimed, jumping off the couch and running for the toilet. I swallowed back the puke, to make it seem like what happened didn’t just happen and then erupted in a coughing fit as some puke went down the wrong pipe – I was a mess! The lads were a bit stunned by Kurk’s sudden departure, so what with my mask, it seemed like the only one who realised that I’d thrown up was Kurk, who was probably in the bathroom wondering right now if he should be shocked that he came after and not before I blew chunks into his pubes (in my opinion no worse a fetish than fucking some leathery old homophobic vadge-bag, but what do I know?). Not fucking Sven (the over-zealous bastard), or Andreas (the oblivious bastard)… …but then I heard a familiar voice, “Jesus lad are you ok?” and I felt a cock pull out of me, a cock which up until now I’d forgotten about in the messiness of the last few minutes of coughing and spluttering. The only thing that felt right about the last few minutes and now suddenly my hole felt empty. It was weird to realise that one cock was the perfect fit for my hole, the one cock to really fit in and not make me spaz out and demand it’s withdrawal within seconds of entry. The one cock to rule them all, heh! I needed that cock back in me! This would be the cock to teach me how to properly bottom, and learn about all the miracles of the prostate. I turned back to the talented cocksucker who’d been fucking me so smoothly, to say that I was ok now, only to see Orson Adams standing there with a rigid cock to match mine in size, looking at me with genuine concern… Orson fucking Adams! Fuck!

Previously... I realised the guys were all looking at me, and cleared my throat. “Hi guys - anyone interested in a line or two of MDMA?” Sven looked over at me and said “Hey lads, the dealer dog is here! Here boy! C’mere boy!” and patted his knee. Oh boy. This was gonna be a tough night. Right so.... The German pulled off of Sven’s pale juicy cock and joined in, “We got our own drug dog”. He looked at me while I approached. “Aber wo ist deinen Schwanz? …where is your tail?” He reached around and grabbed my cock as if checking for the missing dog-tail, and smiled a big toothy smile at me. I learned much later that the German for tail was also a slang word for cock, so this was the height of German humour…. …yeah…. The German was another perfectly muscled specimen – the classic tall, blond, well built, blue-eyed Deutscher – you could definitely tell which side this guy’s great-grandparents were on. There was just so much of him – often muscle guys tend to be on the short side – but not this lad – I’d say he was about 6’5 and mid twenties. His skin was tanned and his hair was a yellow-blond and slicked back. He may have had a hipster man-bun in the bar – I was little vague on that, but here it was loose and swept behind his ears. As I stared back from my mask, the eye contact was intense – his blue eyes were almost unrecognisable from earlier as they were so dilated. Looking into his dark child-like pupils, I hoped I’d be able to drop the mask act soon and disentangle this Teutonic beauty from the two guys sucking on him. I started to daydream about snogging him while having his knees up on my shoulders, running my fingers through his hair, looking down at his accordioned abs while shoving my cock into him, mmm fuck yeah he was delicious… but first I had a job to do. I indicated to the tray as best I could and the German moved a bit further back and tapped Sven’s lap. “Hier Hund, Platz!” “Fuck’s sake” I thought. I was glad people couldn’t see my look of disdain under the Doberman-Pinscher style mask but moved to where the lad indicated. Sitting down as the German raised himself up even further to scope out my goods, I made a stable seat on Sven’s muscled legs, balancing the tray on my lap. I took in the Icelander’s (or was he a Norwegian?) pale skin, pink nipples and proud six-inch cock (currently shoved against my leg) and proffered him the rolled twenty-pound note. He looked me in the eye through the mask (no recognition) and patted my ass, his hand rubbing along where Jay’s mouth was a few minutes ago (seriously why was everyone so into my ass at this party?). I turned a little and I hear Sven gasp “aye… bad puppy!” I realised I might have been pushed up against his cock a bit too tight. Scooting my ass back into his cupping hand, I smirked as I thought of all the times I drunkenly flirted with the white blond hotty. And yet he had no idea who I was right now. His right hand stroked absently at my ass cheeks through the chaps, idly starting to work one finger into my crack. He took the roll and looked over the tray in appreciation of the many, many lines Simon had crushed out upstairs. He one-handedly did two lines and then passed the rolled note to the smiley German, all the while running his finger and now thumb firmer against my ass crack. I opened my legs just a little to give the Nordic god a bit more leeway – my hole was still feeling tingly from Jay’s half-hearted booty bump, and Sven’s thumb felt so good as it connected with my pucker. Nice. The coke was making me love his rough assplay whereas usually at this point if I were sober, I’d be getting uncomfortable about now and so turning roles with whomever I was with. I ground against his digits, and then stopped as the tray shook a bit too much. “Hund sitz! Ruhe!” I took this to mean “be still” and looked over to the German who was gazing down at the lines. He was holding the rolled-up note in one hand and using the other hand to push down on the head of the wavy-blond haired big cocked guy who was giving him head. I still couldn’t make out his face. Sven piped up behind me, “Andreas, shut up and snort your drugs. You’re gonna like this” and he leaned back in pleasure, as the effects started to kick in. Andreas turned to me and asked “this is not coke no? Cause I get the… how do you say – Durchfall?” He made some motions toward his ass (which was still being rimmed by Kurk Motherfucking McCaimble!) and I figured out what he meant. “No it’s not coke, it’s MDMA. It usually has the opposite effect on you – it’ll be a day before you can shit again” Andreas seemed satisfied and scooted down over the tray. I looked over the line of Andreas’ ass cheeks to see Kurk really getting stuck into the German’s ass. My journalistic side let out a quiet sigh – Northern Irish celebrity scandal happening right in front of my nose (well – snout at least) and I couldn’t tell anyone. This was the angle we all wanted to know, that Kurk McCaimble liked boys as well! Y’see Kurk wasn’t just a young pretty 23 year old from Ballymena, he was/is our Monica Lewinsky. This hapless kid (well what I could see over Andreas’ ass cheeks) was a son of a friend to the family of the Robinsons – Mr and Mrs Robinson were the power couple of major right-wing conservative evangelist politicians who headed up the more extreme DUP – which sadly had a lot of voters here. His father (the friend) had died about three years back and so he took to spending a lot of time with Iris – the wife of the first minister Peter and an MP in her own right. She (a fifty-five year old) took him under her wing, helped him start up a café with some dodgy developer money and then seemingly one thing lead to another and they started sleeping together. Which was wrong on quite a few levels – I mean, I’ve no problem with age-gaps, but she knew him since he was a baby, and she was always on air preaching fire and brimstone against anyone who defied her strict interpretation of the bible – Gays and women who had abortions were particular targets for her. She likened homosexuality to paedophilia on more than one occasion, and made some vile comments that were really more at home in some southern US state than in Western Europe. I mean I know we’ve problems in Northern Ireland but it’s not like anyone’s picketing funerals here. She was even investigated as to whether she was inciting hate-crimes at one point. Vile fucking trollop. So it made it all the more delicious when the developers started looking for their money back, and then through a tip-off and a BBC investigation the whole story came pouring out. Fucking beautiful! Well of course I had a field day with it. Everyone did. You couldn’t write enough column inches as more and more lurid details of the scandal came out. It was world news! He’d been trying to break it off with her for a while before she started demanding the money back off him. I broke a story that he’d eventually lied and said he had testicular cancer to get her to leave him alone. She’d illegally not declared a conflict of interest at the council meetings where his café plans were approved. She had to resign and was under police investigation for her multiple crimes. She told her family over Christmas and then tried to overdose on pills, although we weren’t sure if it was pills or cutting herself. She went off to an asylum to recover. Her husband had to say he hadn’t a clue what she was doing and eventually stepped down himself because of it all. You couldn’t make this shit up! The Simon and Garfunkel song “Here’s to you Mrs Robinson” got heavy airplay all that year. Kurk himself ran off to Australia for a while till things cooled down. I hadn’t heard he was back. I remember writing another article tallying up all the offers he had gotten from gay magazines to pose for them and to really stick it to the homophobic crone, but he never took them up on it. I admit I was gutted he didn’t, cause with his dark hair, pale skin, watery blue eyes and full red lips, he was a real stunner. The more lyrical journalists likened him to Naoise – a famous Irish mythical hero and a male Snow White if you will. But now my patience was finally rewarded, as he leaned back from Andreas’ ass and I saw his slim 23 year old body, like mine in that his shoulders and smooth pecs weren’t so fully developed, but everything was tight and he had a lovely six pack leading to a treasure trail and a deep dark thatch of pubes. That was as far as I could see before Andreas pulled back up rubbing his nose. “Vun line” he announced and dove down for his second. Sven was circling his thumb deeper and firmer around my pucker. It took all my control to sit still while the German snorted his second line. Sven licked his fingers behind me and restarted his assault on my hole, trying to work a finger in. I shuddered as he got one knuckle deep. His stubbly chin was by my leather covered ear, and I heard him saying “you like that dog-boy?” as he pushed in to the second knuckle. Man this was getting me hard! Of course with the caverject, this meant that in less that 20 seconds I was butting my cock over the tray and into Andreas’s shoulder. Andreas turned to look at my cock and looked up at me. “Mmm böse Hund! Dein Schwanz ist gro­ßartig!” he said and reached over for my cock, engulfing about 6 inches in one go. The heat, the warm, wet “rightness”, Sven’s fingers, the MDMA heightened pleasure, it was all so fucking intense! I buckled, and the tray nearly went flying off my lap. Quickly the German snatched the tray up with one hand and arched his back delivering the tray to Kurk behind him, while showing his amazing muscles (was that an eight–pack? And fuck - look at those cum-gutters!) and all the while holding the head of his cocksucker firmly in place. This guy was a pro! Kurk took the tray and twenty pound note, and immediately started to snort his fill. Fuck – so many front-page articles! If I could even get a hint of this out, I could finally get a decent office and not have to share with the racing columnist and resident alcoholic Aenghus with the smelly feet and his constant racing theories… Moving back to me, the German started to bend down over my cock again and his wet mouth pushed further down to take in nearly all of my 9.5/10 inches. I closed my eyes, and listened to the thumping of my sped-up heartbeat. Sound was a bit muffled from outside but I could hear Sven beside me say “Oh yeah, suck that cock Andy!” as his hands pulled from my ass and started to run up my back and around to my stomach, then running up under the harness to start working my nipples. Another set of hands – the German’s? – was running up and down my leather covered legs, hooking under my knees, bringing my legs up and spreading me further apart on the couch as he engulfed my shaft. A third set of hands (?) started to cup my balls and expose my taint, pulling my hips forward for frontal access to my hole through my chaps. I was shoved back against Sven, who was currently kissing the back of my neck, just under where the mask began. The smell of Salmiakki on Sven’s breath reminded me of Simon and our earlier fuck-session. That with the feelings of Sven’s and Andreas’ mouths on me, three sets of hands rubbing and pushing me into a passive position, the grunts from Andreas and dirty mutterings from Sven, a lot of shifting of weight on the couch – it was all a sensory overload. I felt that if I opened my eyes I’d be sick from the overstimulation, and kept them squeezed shut. Schlopp! The German pulled his mouth off of me with a smacking noise and a contented sigh and I felt my cock immediately shoved to my right and another mouth taking over. Oh shit! Oh Fuhhhuuuukkkk! This cocksucker really knew what he was doing. The perfect combination of tightness and tongue-play! I could guess that this must have been the cocksucker Andreas had been holding onto for so long. Now I knew why. That must be the third pair of hands too. Hands that were right now cupping my balls and reaching up to my pucker. Connecting a finger with my tingling wet pink hole. I opened up a little more as one of these spit-lubed digits easily slipped in. Shit! It must have been because of the booty bump from earlier but I was loving this ass attention! Meanwhile Sven was tweaking my left nipple with one hand and with his right he was shoving his fingers past one of the four detachable buttons on the dog snout – the snout would come off if all four were detached. He shoved his fingers expertly in to find my mouth. Sticking his index and middle finger in my mouth he started grinding his chubbed-up boner against my hip, Saying “I’m gonna fuck you ya little bitch”. I heard the snap as the other lower button for the snout was detached. The snout was movable now and I opened my eyes in alarm as I was being exposed after Simon strictly told me not to be. Right in front of me was an expanse of white skin stretched taut over a six-pack, dark pubes leading to dripping hard hooded eight inch cock. Kurk McCaimble was standing over me and Sven. He pushed the snout to the side and fed me his cock.

funny typo. some would argue that just being a slut achieves this.