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PART 2 The first quarter came to an end and I got up to go get another drink real quick before the second quarter started. The two guys were still making out on the other end of the couch and as I walked around them I noticed that one guy had his hand in the other ones shorts. I just kind of smiled at their brazenness and went to get my drink. Upon returning I noticed that now both of them had a hand in the other's shorts and looked like both were hard and also seemed to be pretty well endowed from the bulges showing. The other two guys were paying more attention, I noticed, to watching that action more than the game on TV. I just sat down as the second quarter was starting and didn't turn that direction again as the game was close and whenever one team scored the other one did too, keeping it tied up. Halftime arrived with the score tied up at 21 each. A good tough game. I got up again to get another drink and see what my friend was up to. As I turned to go, I again noticed that both guys were stroking the others' cock in their shorts. Damn, they just don't stop. I went and got my drink and found my friend. She was really drunk by now and leaning heavily upon her girlfriend, When she noticed me she smiled and asked what I had been up to. I told her I was watching football on her TV and she seemed to have a couple of guy friends sitting on the other end of the couch deep in a lot of playing themselves. She just laughed. We chatted for a bit and I had another drink and talked to a couple of her other friends too. Then I told her I had better get back to the game as it was a good one. She laughed again and said, "Yeah, right, you just want to watch the closer game." I just laughed at here and got another drink and went to watch the second half. The second half kickoff was just reading as I got back. I noticed that now, though, one of the guys on the couch was now on the floor with the other guys cock out and sucking the hell out of him. I almost tripped when I saw that, but quickly just got to my seat to watch the game. I took a quick look over at the end of the couch to see if I had actually saw what I thought I did. Just as I looked the one doing the sucking came off of the cock for a quick breath, looked my way and smiled at me and stuck his tongue out at me. I just laughed. Damn, that guy's cock was big though. Had to be all of a good 9" long and big around as my glass. The third quarter got started and quickly turned into a defensive struggle with neither team able to keep up much of a drive. By the time the 3rd ended the score was still tied at 24 each. By now, with the booze I had been putting away, I had to pee badly. How much I had had hit me a little as I got up to go to the toilet. Strong Rum can kind of sneak up on you if you don't pay attention, like me. I was a little unsteady as I turned to go. I kind of noticed that now the two guys were half laying on the couch in a 69 position and both cocks seemed to be about the same size. Which means very large. I almost fell on them getting by but managed to stay upright and headed for the hallway. I pretty much staggered down the hall and almost missed the doorway and actually did bump into it pretty good. One of the other guys that had been sitting in a chair watching the game grabbed me from behind or I might have went down in a heap. He offered to help me get in the bathroom and I let him hold me up as I got to the stool. Then I had trouble unzipping my pants and again the guy helped by pushing my hands away and before I knew it had unzipped my shorts for me and then before I could say anything, had reached in an pulled my cock out and aimed it for me. I started to protest but it was as well he had done that for me as as soon as my cock was out and pointed I let loose with a ot of piss. I doubt if I would have gotten it out in time by myself so I just stood there with him doing the aiming for me till I was drained. I tried to find the words to thank him for his help, but couldn't think of anything other than just, thanks. About anything else I could think of to say might have come out wrong. LOL He just said, "Don't worry about it, I've had to help more than one guy do that before." He then laughed and tucked me back in. I know I was a little red in the face I was so embarrassed. I turned to go out and again the booze was still hitting me and I almost fell again I was so dizzy. My good Samaritan came to my salvation again and held me up or it might have been a very hard face plant for me. He just held onto me as we left the toilet and I was really dizzy by now. Instead of guiding me back to the living room, He pushed open another of the doors along the hall and almost had to carry me over to the bed where he had my turn around and gave me a little push anD I flopped onto the bed. He then grabbed my legs and turned me around and told me to just lay down for a while till some of that wore off. Then he reached down and took my shoes off and dropped them on the floor. I was so out of it I really wasn't registering what was going on and just laid there with my eyes closed and told myself to just rest a couple of minutes. I am fairly certain I passed out then, but not for very long. I woke up and was aware that I seemed to be naked as hell from the waist down. Now how the hell had that happened? I looked down and found that my shorts were definitely off and were in my own hand and then I felt the sensation of what seemed to be someone's mouth on my cock. I was hard as a rock and getting bj from someone, what the heck?

Sorry guys, too many details I'm trying to remember. Tom was gentle, leading me to the bathroom to make sure that the revulsion didn’t lead to something more explosive. The small little white room was a shock of white towel and bright light that dazed me almost immediately, the disorientation making me subject to a room that almost seemed to turn on its own. The big man however, took charge, urging me first onto the toilet like a child to purge the contents of my stomach while he ran the shower as hot as sin. By the time I was sure I was clean, I leaned between my legs to wipe myself and realized that even this normal act of cleansing was suddenly as stiflingly erotic as the steam in the claustrophobic bathroom. I’m convinced that without Tom’s guiding hand I would have stayed there for a good deal longer making sure my little ass was sparkling clean. Tom’s shower was probably going to be quicker however since I was passed into the sudden torrent of near boiling water and then directed to the shower shot he had hanging there. He asked me if I knew how to use it and then dumbly I acknowledged it and he left me there. The water was a rhythm on my skin that was playing hell with the drugs in my system. The long tube of spurting water, driven into my asshole was almost like being born it felt so wonderful and too, I can’t say how long I sat there rubbing that tiny shooting dildo up inside me over and over again. When Tom returned it was like the approach of some ghost out of the corner of your eye and with a barking laugh, he told me it was time to get out. He rubbed me dry and wrapped me up, hurrying me into the bedroom and under covers, wrapping me in his sheets as the sudden reversal from steaming hot to normal house left me shuddering. This is what most people call the “roll” when it comes to ecstasy, feelings like waves overtake you in troughs and peaks, a light scratch on your balls may feel like silk or a razor blade. And finally, just like that, it was time for him to unwrap his present. With the sheets pulled back he slid the moons of his ass back to my face, squatting over me. The first thing I noticed in my now mindless eagerness to eat his ass was that he was bitter. Not as in badly cleaned or stained, but something different, something that reminded me of the belches I usually got when coming up on ecstasy. I’m guessing that he had, while I was in the shower, added his own pills to the tight orifice I was now sucking at like a whore. It was not the best taste to my already queasy stomach but I lost the focus of nausea at some point and just became an invading muscle inside a ring of muskiness. He kept rocking as I ate his ass, his balls brushing against my forehead, leaving tracer hot paths of sensation and occasionally and impact as he rubbed his hand down his cock. Sometime in the depths of my depravity he finally climbed off of me and moved his body downward, now covered in sweat like mine was the tensile bounce of his cock perhaps hotter than the rest of him. Me? I was soft, my cock retreating like a turtle inside me, the perfect specter of a drug riddled bottom bitch now ready to be fucked. He would find my ass slack and loose from both the shower and the ecstasy, ready for spit shine bit of lube, ready for his cock. My legs went up, the curve of my ankles as his handhold and he ground that invading piece of meat up and down the furry crack of my ass. I blubbered as the head danced over my asshole, the edge almost snagging its way in. “I’m going to come inside you and make you my girl,” was all I got before the inevitable push. His cock was huge and intrusive suddenly, painful, but oh so wonderfully painful as the receptors in my brain fired back and forth between pain and pleasure. Despite my slackness, I swear I even felt a little tear as he pushed in but I could only blame myself for having played so long with the hot water invading my ass. I stood on the brink and crest of this whirlwind my body arching to both better receiving his cock but also to maintain some rigidity in limbs that were suddenly shaking hard from the endorphin dump. I felt a wetness as my body responded, pouring its own lubricant down and around his cock, mucus clinging, mingling and eventually joining with the seed he’d pump inside me. My face too was wet which came as a shock and I reached up, touching my cheeks now wet with tears. I was crying? I was getting fucked hard and my confused body was treating this as some sort of religious experience because it wasn’t sadness I felt, but an overwhelming joy of being an abject whore bottom for this man. I reached up to rub my wet palms on his pecks, attracted to the hardness that I found there as well as the knot hardness of his nipples. His face was agony and ecstasy, he grunted ready to punch his cock through my inner lining and supplant his come in place of my brain. And finally Tom came, dumping with foul grunt deep into my guts, collapsing on top of me with his hard cock still pulsing his seed upwards. I held him, never wanting this psychotic feeling of being an object to ever end and I was disappointed that it must. So when Tom finally rose from my shoulder and playfully bit me on my chin, he asked if I was ready to meet his roommate.

Most of you guys that follow me know I travel to Europe a lot for my job. This past year, I've been mostly traveling to Amsterdam. Being the raw bottom slut that I am, there's few places that are better for me. My company used to put me up in the north end of town. I had quite a few "regulars" in the noord. Noord AMS is very ethnic. Lots of Arabs and working class guys. But since early spring my company has been housing me in the south end of AMS. The hotel in Zuid Amsterdam is in a jewish, upper middle class area near the University and many of the highrise corporate offices. So, the guys are very, very different from the Noord guys. The other very nice thing is that the hotel in the south doesn't require a keycard for the lift. So, guys can come right to my door. Making anonymous encounters possible, where they aren't possible in the Noord area hotel. One one of my first stays at the hotel in the south I met a guy that had posted on Doublelist.com. He had posted that he was a 54 year old, married, newly bisexual guy. He's 6'4" (195cm) tall. Slender. He has a big, thick, dutch, uncut dick. 8" (20.5cm). He said he liked nsa blow jobs and occasionally likes to top. I replied to his ad. I told him where I would be staying. He told me that he worked 5 minutes away and could stop by on his way home from work. He also told me that he considered himself primarily straight. But that his wife now had a medical condition that made it painful for her to get fucked. He said she wouldn't let him fuck her in the ass. And that she'd always been lousy at sucking cock. So, a few years ago he had started to let guys blow him. And that he'd recently begun to fuck guys as well. I told him that that was exactly the type of guy I was turned on by and we arranged to meet in a few days when I was back in Amsterdam. The afternoon that I arrived I emailed him my room number. He replied back that he'd be there at 5:10pm. And sure enough, exactly at 5:10p there was a knock at the door. I opened the door and stood behind it. As I closed the door, there standing in front of me was this gorgeous, tall, muscular, sandy blond, blue eyed Dutch hunk of a man. I gave him a big grin and locked the door behind him. He immediately kicked off his shoes. Began to undo his belt and unzip. I quickly removed my glasses and watch. And followed him to the bed. He now had his pants and underwear kicked off and was sitting on the edge of the bed. His long, thick cock was already rock hard and standing straight up. I knelt between his legs and began to worship that Dutch monster cock. His cock was so rock solid, that it was more like an 18 year old boys cock, than a 54 year old man's. I asked him if he takes viagra to get this hard? "No. I'm just a horny fucker. Always have been." he replied with a smirk and a wink. After a few minutes of my sucking him, he leaned forward and began to rub my ass. I got up and removed my pants and shirt. I then climbed on the bed, on my hands and knees, with my ass facing him. He rubbed and fingered my hole. I had a bottle of lube sitting on the bedside table. He took that and lubed up my hole and his cock. I took a few hits of poppers as he slapped his engorged cock against my ass. As I continued to inhale poppers, he slowly pushed his huge mushroom cockhead into my hole and held it there to let me adjust to his thickness. Once he could feel my ass loosening up, he slowly pressed all the way up into me. I could feel his giant balls pressed against me. I took another huge hit of popper and he now began to fuck. He'd pull nearly all the way out of me, then slam back into me. I'd let out a grunt as his thrust would knock the air out of my lungs. I was moaning and groaning with every brutal thrust of his cock. "Whack!" he slapped me hard on the ass as he rode me. "Ya' like this, fag? Ya' like this big dick in ya'?" he said. I couldn't see him, but I could hear the sneer in his voice. "Fuck, yeah! I love your big, Dutch dick inside me. Fuck me." "Such a faggot, whore. Aren't you? "Yeah! Yeah!" was all I could say as he continued to knock the breath out of me with every thrust. His fucking got faster and if possible, even harder and deeper. I could tell he was really enjoying the ride. "Get up farther on the bed", he barked. He pulled out of me and slapped my ass. "Up in the middle of the bed". he growled again. I crawled up into the middle of the king sized bed, as he climbed onto it and crawled behind me. I sniffed some more poppers as he once again slammed up into me. "Cunt!" he said as he slid back into me. "Such a fuckin' cunt. Aren't you?" "Yes Sir!" I replied. "My cunt is yours to use and abuse." "Good fag." he said. "You know you're a no good cunt that's only good as a cum dump. Don't you?" "Yes Sir!", I again replied. Wham! Wham! Wham! His cock slammed into me, knocking the bed against the wall as he thrust. He reached under me with one of his hands and pinched my nipple as he fucked. "Ahhh...... Yesss....Oh, fuck me", I groaned. He quickened his pace and I could hear his breathing get faster and deeper. "Ahhhhhh.....FUCK!" he shouted as he slammed up into me as far as he could. I could feel his cock throb and his body shake as he unloaded his spunk deep into inside my second sphincter. It had taken about 10 minutes of heavy fucking for him to deposit inside me. He pulled out of me and collapsed onto his back, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. I also collapsed onto the bed, laying on my side, facing him. I stroked his smooth chest as his chest gasped for breath. "Holy Fuck! You've got a nice pussy". he said as he caught his breath. We laid there for several minutes, then he jumped up. "Can I shower? I don't want my wife to smell my cum and your ass on me." he said with a smirk. Without even waiting for an answer, he climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom to wash off all evidence of our fuck. Since early spring, this has been our weekly routine. A quick 10 or 15 minute fuck. He showers and heads home on his bicycle to his wife. Even though I'm missing some of my Arab and dock workers that were my regulars in Noord Amsterdam. This Dutch top has certainly been a fun replacement.

Part 27 I was being completely used and had no way to protest or stop what was happening, Tom had told me this was what he wanted and part of me felt like I had to trust him. The guy pounding my ass didn’t let up, he kept fucking me at the same hard brutal pace. The toy he had shoved in my ass felt like it was snaking its way deeper into me. If I wasn’t so high I’m sure I’d have blacked out. I was snapped back into the moment with a hard slap to my face, I obviously wasn’t focusing enough on the guy that was ramming his cock down my throat. I concentrated on opening my throat, tying to make the guy in front of me cum. One less person to fuck me was what I thought. “Suck my cock you pig! Hurry up and breed him Mick, I won’t last much longer in his throat” As if on cue I felt the guy in my ass, Mick, start to fuck my ass with long strokes. It didn’t take long, I felt his cock swell and the familiar feeling of ribbons of cum coating my now bruised hole. The guy in my mouth was quick to pull out and make his way to my hole, I barely felt a second of relief as he replaced Micks now spent cock with his own. This pattern repeated for at least another 10 guys, each one with different degrees of brutality. The last guy that buried his cock alongside the toy in my ass was hung and very thick. It felt like a second toy. No one had replaced the cock in my mouth. I was moaning heavily, and could feel the high wearing off. He leaned deeper into me and forced a bottle of poppers under my nose, I felt grateful for the relief. He kept holding the bottle under my nose, never moving it away. My head began to swim and my heartbeat was pounding in my ears. My hole was making a wet sloppy sound, I had been bred by at least 30 guys so far and it didn’t seem to be letting up. Just as the poppers were becoming too much I felt the cock inside me pulse and volley cum into the mix of loads already coating my insides. He took out his cock and although I still had the toy in my ass I felt the relief to no longer being double stuffed. “Nicely lubed up boy, now lets have some fun with that fuck hole” A sharp scratch at my neck and the rush through my veins let me know I was being slammed again. I knew what was coming but still couldn’t prepare for it. The guy at my ass worked his hand straight into my hole, he gripped the toy in my and slowly started to slide it out. I groaned out in a feral cry. He didn’t pull the toy out completely. He gripped the top of it and together he worked both it and his arm into my hole. I writhed in pain, unable to move still being strapped down. I has his arm up to his elbow inside me, and it was clutching onto a toy that was almost as thick. The drugs rushed into my system and I surprisingly felt relaxed. The feeling in my ass hurt but it felt good at the same time. The fist in my ass turned and pushed and punched my hole. It made me tingle, I have no other way to describe how it felt. Then without any warning both were remove and I felt a sudden feeling of emptiness. “Fuck boy, your hole is blooming. Look at that rose bud” I wasn’t sure what he meant, I felt a cock slide into me and then a feeling of warmth. I began to feel very full. This guy was pissing in me. I had never done any kind of waterspouts before. I guess I was enjoying myself.

Part 18 - Familiar Surroundings Lucy's plans had changed slightly so she was flying out to Barbados on the same day that Daniel and Jordan would fly in from Boston. The architects had flown out 4 days previously under strict guidelines and to have something ready for when they arrived. Lucy picked up her belongings at security and made her way to he clubhouse and catch up on some emails. The receptionist scanned her boarding pass, at the same time Callum was walking past when he heard the receptionist say thank you Mrs Salinger. He stopped dead in tracks and looked over and saw it was indeed Daniel's mother. "Mrs Salinger how lovely to see you again and welcome" he called walking over to her. Lucy turned and looked "Callum isn't it?". "Yes nice of you to remember" he turned to the receptionist "Mrs Salinger is VIP Sarah" she nodded and picked up the phone. "Oh and Callum, please call me Lucy" she said and thanked him. Callum smiled "Lucy, please may I escort you to the VIP lounge, where are you flying to today?" "Barbados back to the hotel" she replied. "Excellent Steve is rostered on the flight so you will be attentively looked after" he said smiling to her. Lucy had on numerous occasions flown with the airline but this was the first time she had really paid attention to the service in the clubhouse, she began noting things down that could be used in the new Salinger Club wing. It struck her that the reason why she paid more attention was more about the engaging personal service from Callum in the VIP section, the other thing was how much more relaxed she was just sitting there in the oversized armchair. All to quickly Callum approached to advise her flight was boarding, he took her hand baggage and escorted her through the airport and directly on to the plane skirting the priority queue. The cabin crew at the door noticed Callum approaching the door and Lucy was addressed and welcomed by name, Steve came forward and escorted her to the assigned seat. "Welcome on board Mrs Salinger, I trust Callum has looked after you so far" Steve asked. Lucy handed over her jacket "Steve please call me Lucy and yes he looked after me very well. How are you?" Steve smiled "I'm great thank you, are you meeting up with Danny and Jordan?". "Yes we are looking over designs for the expansion of the Salinger Barbados Retreat" she replied excitedly. Callum finished stowing the hand luggage "Really we could have stayed there forever, it is so lovely". Callum said his good bye as the tannoy announced boarding complete, Steve brought Lucy over some champagne and got her settled. The flight went by quickly as Lucy was reading over the architects notes they had sent her, she also spent some time sat at the bar area talking to Steve and going over the Club House wing ideas listening to ideas he had that she was jotting down quickly. Steve also said the name didn't sound or sit right and suggested 'Club By Salinger'. Lucy returned to her seat and read through the notes she made with Callum and also Steve's ideas. She tapped her pen several times on the note pad and wrote 'Concept - Club By Salinger', underneath she wrote 'food and beverage service, pool and beach service, lounge service', Lucy had already decided to keep housekeeping under the general hotel service. Next she wrote 'Club Managers', she glanced over at Steve who was engaging with other passengers as he checked they were secured for landing. She looked down again at her note pad and wrote 'Steve and Callum' she closed the note pad and glanced again at Steve, yes she thought to herself brilliant idea. Her eye was caught by the flickers of green coming in through the window as the plane crossed Barbados and banked over Bridgetown heading out to sea before turning on the final approach. Daniel and Jordan stepped in to the waiting limo and drove off towards the hotel, after 10 minutes Jordan tapped Daniel on the leg and pointed to the sky from his side of the limo and they watched Lucy's flight coming in to land. Daniel chuckled and told Jordan they would only get a short time to swim before she showed up. Lucy unbuckled her seat belt and Steve approached with her Jacket "Hope you had a good flight Lucy". "I did Steve, thank you. How long is your layover?" Lucy asked Steve. Steve retrieved her bag from the overhead hat bin "Only two nights Lucy". Lucy looked shocked "That's not long, Danny and Jordan arrived a while ago, come and stay at the Salinger Steve". Steve overwhelmed by her generosity said he would love to, Lucy told him to meet her at the Salinger limo but not to tell Daniel or Jordan he was coming to stay. Steve stood by the Salinger limo waiting for Lucy to appear, the driver ignored Steve as he was use to seeing airline crew standing in the VIP/Crew zone. Lucy appeared from customs and the driver walked over in her direction and took hold of her luggage, she warmly greeted the driver and informed him that Steve will be riding with them to the hotel. All luggage stowed away Lucy and Steve climbed in to the back of the limo for the drive to the hotel. "I hope you don't mind sharing a suite with Danny and Jordan?" she asked looking at Steve. Steve chuckled "Not at all I did last time I stayed with them, the suites are big enough". "You seem to enjoy your work Steve, just like Callum does" Lucy began to make some investigative conversation. Steve looked surprise "Well it's fine and it allows us to come to Barbados which we love". Lucy nodded "You never thought about moving here and settling down?". "Lucy it is so expensive to buy here and it would concern us about getting to the UK to visit family" Steve explained. Lucy nodded again "So if you had the chance to, what would make you say yes to giving everything up for Barbados?". Steve sighed "hmm, a good job to start, time to be together but importantly being able to get home to see family". "Family is the one and most important aspect of life" Lucy said agreeing with Steve. The limo pulled up to the Orchid Wing "I still can't get use to this" Steve said looking out the window. Lucy laughed and stepped out of the limo to be greeted by Daniel and Jordan she looked at them both and told them there was a guest in the limo. Daniel bent over to look in and screamed in surprise as Steve scurried out of the limo and hugged them both. "Hope you don't mind putting me up for two nights" Steve beamed at the both of them. Daniel cocked his head to one side "I guess we can put up with you" and laughed. "Why didn't you tell us you were coming?" Jordan asked. Steve grabbed his flight bag "I didn't know you would be here this week". Lucy went to meet the architects whilst the three boys headed down to the beach for a couple of hours. Cael was overwhelmed to see them plodding along the beach towards the bar, he prepared some fruit crushes and placed them on a table as they approached. Several swims later they all sat in a row looking out to sea. Steve sighed "God how I love it here" and got his phone out called Cael over "Would you mind taking a photo please Cael?". "Of course, say Bajan and smile" he chuckled as he took the photo. Jordan peeked and laughed then settled back in his chair "It certainly is beginning to feel like home here". Daniel looked at him "Happiest place on earth and great memories so far". Jordan looked back at Daniel "You really are happiest here aren't you?". "Yes but only with you" he leant in and gave Jordan a quick kiss. Steve tutted and punched Jordan "Enough you make me sick with all your gooey lovie dovie stuff" and laughed his socks off. "By the way Steve my mother really likes you and Callum" Daniel leaned forward to see Steve. Steve turned his head "Really?". "Yes, she said you treated her like royalty all the way here and Callum escorted her to the plane" Daniel replied. Steve smiled "She was lucky Callum recognised her at the airport". Daniel stood up "Right I guess we should get ready for dinner guys, mother has us in the Windward Palms at 7pm". They all stood and said good by to Cael as they headed back to the suite. Promptly at 7pm everyone arrived including Sofie who was catching up with Lucy, she gave Daniel and Jordan a kiss and told Jordan that she wanted to go through some comment cards with him in the morning so he could see how well the Butler on the Beach concept was going down. Steve seemed to fit in well and even spent most of dinner engaged in conversation with Lucy and Sofie, little did he realise they were assessing his suitability for part of Lucy's grand plan. Lucy and Sofie had already spoken earlier that day and it was agreed that Sofie would move on to take over the GM role at the new LA hotel, it worked in favour for them both as she would be living with her husband who was based in LA. Shortly after dinner Steve posted the photo to the Bajan group on whatsapp so everyone would know what they were missing out on, he put his phone down telling Daniel and Jordan he had sent the photo. Sage had walked in to the music lounge and saw Kit sitting at the usual spot, he casually walked over and said hello to Kit who was already ordering a drink for Sage. The timing could not have been more perfect as they did the small talk greeting chat Kit's phone buzzed and his eyes glanced down to see a message from the 'Bajan Group'. He opened the message with the phone on the bar top and laughed causing Sage to ask what happened. Kit shook his head "Oh some friends have reunited again" and showed Sage the photo. Sage looked carefully "Wow that is one fine beach, where is that?". "Barbados, we were there over a month ago hence the somewhat fading tan" Kit laughed. Sage laughed with him "So who are the three amigos". Kit innocently explained "This one is Danny and this is his now boyfriend Jordan and this one is Steve". "They look like a lot fun to be around" Sage replied with a big smile on his face. Kit chuckled "Oh Danny is the joker we have a long running thing going every time we see each other". "The err Jordan dude has some pretty neat ink work, do they live out there?" Sage asked with feigned interest. Kit put the phone away "No Danny and Steve are from the UK and Jordan well he is American and loved up with Danny". "Nice bunch of friends, never really known anyone from the UK must be cool having British friends" Sage sighed. Kit smiled "Well they are coming over for thanksgiving so maybe we could all meet up one evening". Sage pretended to look shocked "Sure would be nice, but this is only the second time we have met dude". Kit patted him on the shoulder "Got to admit Sage your a pretty decent guy to be around plus you like the music". Sage laughed "Thanks Kit, hope we can become friends if you have the room for another one". They shook hands and did a man hug before returning to their drinks and waiting for the bands to start, Sage could not keep the sinister smile off his face, after all he was so close to achieving his goal.

"I don't know if you've ever had the pleasure, but Blackie's hole is the sweetest I've ever tasted!" Alex said, giving Blackie's butt a playful squeeze. "Of course, the night is young and there's so much more to do! You're more than welcome to join us, Katt! Before you answer, you should know that I'm POZ, undetectable and strictly bareback!" "For me, the sweetest ass I've ever eaten is my husband's, but Blackie is a close second!" Katt said, stroking Alex's chest. "Trust me, pig, it fucks as good as it tastes! Like you, I'm POZ, undetectable and I've NEVER had a condom on or in me! Before we move onto other things, Blackie and I need to conduct some business! Let's go to the red zone!" He said, picking up his backpack. In the bedroom, Katt set the backpack on the bed and began taking out the merchandise while Blackie opened the top drawer of his dresser and took out an envelope with cash. There were 2 dozen bags of meth, a vial of G, a large bottle of Viagra and 2 dozen syringes in sealed packages. Blackie gathered up the merchandise, putting it in the dresser drawer and Katt took a large bag of meth from his backpack. "My cooker has outdone himself! Let's do a sample! Do we blow some clouds or bump it?" "Clouds will do for starters!" Blackie said, patting the bed. Alex and Katt sat on the bed, while Blackie loaded the glass cock. "Pig, show him that magic tongue of yours!" Sticking out his tongue, Alex wagged it teasingly and Katt pulled him in for a kiss. Alex thrust his tongue between Katt's parted lips and there was a faint taste of tequila as he explored Katt's mouth. Minutes later, Alex parted his lips and sucked Katt's tongue into his hungry mouth. Breaking the kiss, Katt moaned, "Mmmmm, pig! Blackie was right about you! I swear you could take my tonsils out with that tongue of yours! Long and talented and you kiss with piggy passion!" "Half the credit goes to you!" Alex said. "My piggy passion needs inspiration and you provided that! You've only had a sample of what my tongue can do and being a nasty pig, I take requests! Was that tequila I tasted in our kiss?" Katt squeezed Alex's thigh and said, "Yes, it was. I did some body shots with Javi before heading here! We have a piggy way for me to to body shots! He puts the lime between his upper leg and his crotch and he sprinkles the salt on his cock!"

30 year old cub contacted me last week asking if I wanted “a warm place to unload in?”. Here in the far exburbs of DC, this directness is rare, and from a thirty year old? We negotiated back and forth. He told me he hadnt been fucked in over a year. He wanted “anon” and by that he meant (after I pressed him on it) no foreplay, no muss no fuss just breeding. Yesterday the stars aligned and after texting and writing back and forth and back and forth and back and forth, I wound up at his side gate where he let me in. (oddly not anonymous, right?). I followed him into the basement rec room where he had a towel and to cum rags and a bottle of lube laid out. He pulled off his shorts, and got on all fours ass out. SNAP my clothes were off in a nano second and I had my finger at his hole. He said, “It is lubed. I used a toy to open it up for you.”. His bottle of silicone lube had barely enough left to coat my hard dick. I pressed to to his hole and slipped in. He sighed. I wiggled it about trying to make space, trying to get his ass to embrace it. I slid all the way balls deep. He groaned. With him face down, I looked around me at all the cosplay swords and shields and arcade games around us in the basement. This sweet little baby boy with a nice hairy ass wrapped completely around my dick . . .okay this counts as anon I decided. With only a few strokes in and out it make my head spin it feels so amazing. He says “breed me”, which I ignore and just keep going. Feeling absofuckinglutely fantastick . . . and I am in my own head enjoying my dick sliding in and out of him when I hear PEOPLE TALKING UPSTAIRS. He said something about a roommate? Whatever - the idea there are people up there with no idea we are down here practicing our faggotry . . . OMG I CAME HARD . . .and usually I like to stop moving my dick when I am coming usually in hopes the bottom can feel my dick pulse. But in him I could not stop pumping because it was still producing more and more cum each stroke squirting out more deep inside him. FUCK. he wanted no foreplay quick and that was five minutes. and HOT I dressed in a jiff and when he was walking me back out to the gate he said it mustve been a big load because it was leaking down his leg.

Since starting PrEP, I’ve been more open to have the kind of raunchy sex I’ve always fantasized about. My boy, on the other hand, decided that PrEP wasn’t for him anymore. While we started it together, he went off of it a few months ago when his last prescription ended. And that hasn’t stopped him from having risky sex, which is a huge turn on for both of us. Usually, we play together. A couple of times since he stopped PrEP, we hooked up with Charlie, a POZ guy off his meds. Charlie is a fuck buddy and mostly bottoms for us. My boy will suck him off while I rawfuck him with my PrEPed cock, filling him with cum which my boy eagerly licks out. My boy did bottom for Charlie once before he stopped PrEP, and I think he missed the thrill of riding that bare toxic dick. It might have been the excitement of taking Charlie’s POZ load that made him want to go off PrEP. Last weekend, Charlie invited me to a conversion party. He and two unmedicated buddies were going to rawfuck a bottom hungry to take POZ loads and convert. The plan was for him to take four loads, three POZ ones and mine the only NEG, sort of a cum-roulette. He asked that I not tell invite my boy about it since he wasn’t much into topping and would upset the one-out-of-four odds. I agreed and told my boy that I’d need to work on Saturday afternoon. My boy was a bit upset that I’d be away for part of the weekend, but told me he’d see if he could get up to some naughty fun of his own while I was ‘working.’ I knew he suspected that I’d be having some naughty fun myself. Friday evening, Charlie texted me to let me know that our bottom had flaked. I was disappointed. My boy and I were watching a movie on the sofa so I was cagey texting back and forth with Charlie. He told me to hold tight and might be able to organize another guy hungry for some fresh POZ cum. Not a minute later, my boy’s phone started dinging . He read a text then got up and went to the bathroom. He was in there a few minutes and came back sporting a bulge in his shorts and a little dark spot that looked like a dab of precum to me. He settled back next to me and nuzzled. My phone buzzed and Charlie let me know that we were on again after all, adding that the new bottom wanted to blindfolded so he didn’t know when he was full of POZ cock or not… The next morning, my boy and I slept in and lazed in bed. We fooled around a little making out until I started eating and fingering his hole. He moaned as I lined up my cock and slid inside him. I was horny thinking about the fun I was going to have with some cumdump’s ass that night and my boy’s eyes were tightly clenched, lost in his own fantasy. I asked him if he was thinking about Charlie’s big POZ cock and he started muttering, ‘Breed me!’, ‘…dirty seed…’, and ‘fill me up!’ I was only too happy to oblige with my PrEPed cum. I shot deep inside him and stayed there until my hardon went down. An hour or so passed quickly and I showered before heading out ‘to work.’ My boy kissed me at the door and told me to have fun ‘working.’ He said he might have a surprise for me when I got home. I hopped in the car and texted Charlie that I was on my way. He replied back to take my time as our bottom was running a little late. I got to Charlie’s and had a beer or two with him and the two POZ tops he’d invited. Both were mid-50s but looked older with wasted faces and sizable bellies. Both had stopped meds but years of treatment had left them both looking sick. One had was bald, in fact hairless nearly everywhere except a white mustache. The other was tanned all over having obviously sunbathed nude. They both also had massive cocks already plump with anticipation. The bottom texted Charlie that he was outside and Charlie escorted us to his bedroom. We clinked our bottles and jerked each other off a little while Charlie met the cumdump at the door and blindfolded him. I’m sure you’ve figured out already that my boy was the bottom hungry to take three POZ loads. Charlie winked at me, knowing that the other two tops didn’t know that they were about to knock up my own boy. Charlie pushed my boy to his knees and led his head to one of the top’s cocks. While my boy was slobbering on our dicks he whispered to me, ‘Keep your mouth shut. He doesn’t know that the only NEG guy here is his man…’ I nodded and grinned. I’ve shared my boy’s holes with guys before, but never toxic unmedicated tops. Seeing Charlie and the two POZ strangers manhandle my boy got me so hot. They used him rough, forcing his head onto their big cocks, force-fucking his mouth, spreading his cheeks apart and driving their fingers into his ass. The mustachioed guy with the biggest belly flopped my boy onto Charlie’s bed and went to town eating his ass. He pulled off with spit and my morning’s load all over his white mustache grunting, ‘This pig has been primed already. Fresh seed is leaking out!’ He pulled back and I watched my own cum ooze out of my boy’s ass. The tanned guy walked up shaking his big dick and slapped it against my boy’s crack. He used my seed to slide balls deep in one go. Mr. Mustache spread my boy’s cheeks wide so he could get in as deep as possible. Charlie smiled at me knowing I was loving the sight. ‘You like taking that raw dick, boy?’, the tanned guy asked. My boy moaned and begged for his cum. Charlie grabbed his phone and started recording my piggy boy rocking back and forth taking that dick. The tanned guy roared and shot his load as deep as it would go into my boy’s guts. He backed off and Mr. Mustache nodded to me that I should go next. Without a word, I slid into my boy. He felt so velvety smooth and wet. My cock was slimy with POZ cum as it rocketed back and forth. I was so hot I knew I could cum at any moment. I pulled out and Charlie took his turn next. Charlie grabbed my cock and smeared as much cum off as possible, lubing his own with it. He handed me his phone and I started recording. He slammed hard into my boy and pounded him until my boy’s knees gave out and he was flat on his belly. I kept the video going as he hammered my boy into the mattress. He screamed as he came, so happy to be breeding my boy with his charged seed. He pulled out and nudged me forward. I dipped my dick into my piggy boy now stretched out and leaking two POZ loads. His hole felt so much more open than I’d ever felt it, practically ruined. I wanted to last as long as I could, so after churning what looked like butter in and out of my boy’s ass, I pulled out and let Mr. Mustache take his turn. My boy laid flat on the mattress as he bravely took Mr. Mustache’s impressively thick cock. He had the biggest dick, so maybe that’s why he went last. I eased myself next to my boy on the bed and watched as that POZ stranger’s thick dick practically sucked my boy’s hole out from his boy. He would slowly pull nearly all the way out and them quickly slam back in. I knew he was about to get his nut. His pace quickened and he bred my boy deeply. Charlie flipped my boy onto his back and started kissing his mouth. The two strangers each held a leg up and I lined up with my boy’s ass. He was so stretched out and so wet with seed. I felt like I was dipping my PrEPed cock into him more than fucking him. Each time I slid in, my dick came out more and more smeared with POZ cum. Knowing that Charlie and my boy had willingly gone behind my back to get him Poz-bred made me so hard. I tried to last as long as I could, but after a few minutes of slow fucking, I fired off my load. My pubes were matted with more cum than I’d ever seen in real life and my balls were soaked. Mr. Mustche dropped to his knees and cleaned my cock off. He tongued my boy’s hole fingering as much cum into his gaping hole as possible. He worked four fingers in and out of my boy. He was practically fisting my boy, with his hard dick boucing up and down. Without a hand on it, he shot his own load. Of course, Mr. Mustache scooped it up and fingered it into his sloppy ass. Charlie handed him a buttplug and it plopped right into place. I knew that there was a chance that before his hole returned to normal, that the POZ seed seeping into his guts might have already taken effect. Charlie held up his finger to his mouth signaling us to stay quiet and ushered my boy out of the room. I heard Charlie thanking him for the use of his ass and told him to get dressed. He suggested he keep that plug in overnight and let as much of our cum stay in him as long as possible. My boy got dressed and left pretty quickly. The other two guys went to the living room and cracked open some more beers. Charlie checked to make sure I was okay and then suggested I take a quick shower and head home to check on my boy. I did just that and headed home a few minutes later, leaving my POZ buddies lounging around and talking about how hot that cumslut was and asking Charlie when they could use him again. By the time I got him, my boy had showered and changed. He smelled like fresh soap instead of sweat and cum. I wondered if he still had that plug in his hole. I tried sneaking up behind him in the kitchen, but he scooched away before I could press against his ass. I could see some bruises forming on his neck and legs where the guys had roughed him up. My boy ordered pizza and we ate it on the sofa watching another movie. I kept trying to sneak my hands down to his ass to see if he was still plugged or not, but he was squirmy and played coy. When we got ready for bed, instead of sleeping naked like we normally do, he went into the bathroom and came out in his gym shorts. I knew he must still ne absorbing all of those loads. I let him spoon me with his hand wrapped around my hard dick. We fell asleep like that, me hard thinking of him being willingly POZ-bred, and me having loved watching and participating. My boy was up before me and started making breakfast. He was naked in the kitchen, with his ass hanging out. As he leaned over the table, I could see how red and tender his hole looked. I pinned him down and lined my cock up. With nothing but spit, I pounded him into the table. He winced and grimaced saying that his hole must be out of practice. On the contrary, it felt loose and still wet inside. I bred him good adding my PrEPed seed to whatever POZ cum hadn’t already been absorbed into his guts. We ate naked with my cum leaking out of his ass and onto the chair. Of course, he bent over to lick it up when we were done eating. As I started doing the dishes, my phone buzzed. Charlie had sent the video clips to me with a message. ‘Hey stud! Look what me and my POZ buddies got up to last night. I knew exactly what I was looking it and played coy. Of course, I showed the videos to my boy, and he got so hard. I handed my phone to him and he watched as he laid on his back, legs in the air, right on the kitchen table, and I fucked another load into him. I knelt down and suckled his cock. I’d bob up and down and ask, ‘Hot cumslut right!’ Then I’d suck some more, ‘That lucky whore taking that POZ cum..’ Then back to sucking him again. ‘Think you’d ever be up for something like that?’ He roared and shot what might just have been his last NEG load ever deep down my throat.

I had a hot session last night. After my wife went to bed, I invited a hot fit guy over and met him in my truck camper. We got naked and hopped on the bed, which has limited headroom. I started to suck him for a bit but he wasn’t getting hard. I licked his balls and he put his legs further in the air to get me to lick his ass. I rimmed him for a bit until he flipped over to spread his ass wider. He obviously was into getting rimmed. I tongue fucked him a bit. He laid back down and I got on top and we passionately kissed. My hard dick was rubbing against his ass hole. He lubed me up with spit and I slowly entered him in one motion until I was balls deep. We kissed while I slowly fucked him. That felt so great. He was now rock hard and very thick. He wanted to fuck so moved me off of him and had me lay on my stomach. He spit lubed me and entered me roughly. It hurt but felt good at the same time. He fucked me in many different positions. The last position was on my hands and knees, but squatted low so he could get behind and still fit under the ceiling of the bed. He fucked me hard and fast and finally dumped a huge load in my ass. He remained plugged in for a few minutes to be sure I got every drop. He was sensitive and would jerk when I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles. He slowly pulled out and layed down. I asked if I could fuck him and he agreed. He laid face down and I climbed up and stuck my throbbing dick in his ass showing the same mercy he showed me. I fucked him for about a minute and blew my load up his ass. He got dressed and left. It was one of the hotter hookups I’ve had and I was still horny after. I still am and still have his load in my ass. My wife is out of town for most of the day, so I’m looking for more loads.

Part 1 I looked in the mirror after my shower. "Eh....not too bad," I thought to myself before dressing. I'm 48, 6' tall, 250 pounds of mostly muscle, and hairy all over. I remember as a teenager hating my fur, but now, as an adult male I can't imagine my body not being covered in thick, black fur. My son Kyle had been living with me since my divorce three years past when I told the ex I was gay. She seemingly couldn't accept my announcement and dramatically took off, leaving me with our kid, which was fine with me. Kyle and I have a great relationship and he's pretty accepting.....but in these times, gay doesn't mean for a 19 year old what it meant for me when I was his age. One night when he went out with his buddies, I decided a night at the baths was just what I needed, and the baths are the perfect place for barebackers like me. No one asks, no one tells, and no one gives a fuck. I had only to lube up my tool and enter any available hole. Just what I needed. I pulled up, entered, and immediately smelled the familiar odor of sweat, cum, and men. It's intoxicating....nothing quite like that heady scent to get my cock rock hard. As I walked around, there was a nice variety of men around to capture my attentions and stroke my desires. Some nice buff studs, college twinks, chubby bears, otters, you name it. I walked around, my dick ready to invade some tight, sweet hole and seed it deep with my cum. I could actually feel my prostate begging to dump my jizz in a willing slut. The night was a typical one for me; getting sucked off for a bit before moving on, grabbing some nice cocks, sucking some tongue, eating some tits, sniffing balls, rimming ass.....nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing out of the ordinary, that was, until I went to the back room. When I went through the chains hanging over the doorway I found quite a scene. About seven men were surrounding a young slut who was laying in a sling. The combination of the dim lighting and the hood enveloping his entire head (with the only openings being one for his mouth, and another for his nostrils) making the experience for the bottom and the tops very much anonymous. The young slut was getting rammed pretty hard by one of the men around him, and I couldn't help but watch and jerk my cock. Given the room he was in, and the sling he was in, I knew he was taking each cock bare. No rubbers for this little slutty boy. The sounds of sex were amazing, and the smell of that back room made pre-cum drool out of my cock slit.

Cum makes the best lube

Chicago. It's like they don't sell condoms here

Part 1: Ryan and the Scally Lads "Are you sure you want to do this?" Jared asked, absentmindedly brushing his blond hair out of his face. "Yes. Definitely.” Ryan tried to not roll his eyes. “Come on... aren't you even a little bit curious?" Jared looked at the the building in front of them. They were in a part of Manchester he hadn’t been to before. It was dark, and the object of their interest was in the basement of an old building that hadn’t served its original purpose (probably some kind of industrial space) in decades. There was a sign but the name was generic enough that neither he nor Ryan would have known what it was — a gay “sauna” — except for the ad they had seen in a magazine in one of the bars on Canal Street. "No. I've got a pretty good idea what goes on in there. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I have to be a slag. Don't you want to save yourself for someone special?" Ryan knew exactly who that "special" person for him was in Jared's mind: Jared. He and his friend were both Mormon, had been raised in the same ward (congregation), and — around the time they hit puberty — had felt drawn together. For Ryan, it was simply because they had something in common... they were both gay in a church that didn't look on that very favourably. For Jared, it was more. He believed they were "destined" to be together. Ryan had tried to let his friend down easy. Jared just wasn't his type. Even now when they had been bar hopping on Canal Street, Jared dressed like he was on a church outing. He wouldn't even drink alcohol. With his thin and hairless body he was the picture of a typical twink. He was cute but didn’t do anything for Ryan sexually. Ryan had always been attracted to rougher guys. Council estate lads who would shock his middle class Tory parents back home in Essex (if he ever told them he was gay). Crass, tough, and a bit scary. That's what got him hard. But, no matter what Ryan did or said, Jared didn't want to hear it. "I stopped believing in soulmates around the same time that I stopped calling myself a Mormon.". Ryan said. It wasn’t the first time he had said that (or something similar) to Jared but his friend still looked hurt at his words. "I'm going in. You coming?" "No. I don't think so. I'll wait for you over on Canal Street for awhile... in case you change your mind." "I won't." "Just... just be careful. Ok? Be safe. I've heard guys don't always wear condoms in places like this." It was good advice, Ryan decided. He didn't want to get sick. He was on the rowing team for the university and knew his tight body was his best feature. Well... tight body, dark hair, blue eyes... and a butt to die for. He had not yet done anything other than sucking a cock or getting sucked... but he had watched enough porn to know that he was a bottom. Which was, of course, another reason he knew there was no future for him and Jared... what were two bottoms supposed to do together? But no. He had not yet surrendered his ass. Tonight, however, he was determined to change that. Tonight, he would lose his virginity. "I’ll be safe. And thanks." He gave Jared a friendly hug, walked down the steps, and into the building. Jared waited where he stood for a couple minutes, ignoring the leering look some drunk gave him, before turning around and walking back to Canal Street and the bars. Inside, Ryan paid his admission and passed through a turnstile. He wasn’t sure what to expect... but the somewhat generic locker room wasn’t it. Still, he guessed it made sense. He knew guys walked around with nothing on but a towel ... so they needed to secure their clothes somewhere. He was pleased when he saw a couple other guys checking him out as he got undressed. They weren't his type ... but it made him hopeful he wouldn’t just be ignored. He wrapped the towel he had been given around his waist and set off to explore. Despite his bravado with Jared, and his sincere desire to have "real sex", he was nervous. How would he know a guy was interested? How would they know he wanted to get fucked? Should he tell them he was a virgin? He started with a walkthrough of the bathhouse to see what it was like... and to give himself time to calm down. There was a jacuzzi and a steam room, then showers, then a TV room. Steps led down to a short tunnel and then back up to several areas with different types of booths. Then another tunnel that led back over to the entrance from the locker room. Then, as he was turning a corner, he ran face first into a man coming in from the lockers. The man smelled like he had been working hard all day and hadn’t showered before coming to the sauna. Not dirty, just a little sweaty. He was about Ryan's age — maybe a year or two older. About 6 feet tall and lean. He had close cropped ginger hair and a nose that looked like it had been broken sometime. There was a tattoo on his hip but the towel covered almost all it it so it wasn’t clear what it was. Not a “pretty boy”... but incredibly sexy in Ryan's eyes. Ryan's dick was hard instantly. "Oi! Watch where you going, boy." "I'm so sorry. My fault. I wasn’t looking where i was going.". Ryan stammered. Two other men stepped out of the locker room, glancing at Ryan before turning to the man he had run into. "What's all this noise, you ginger cunt?" It was more banter than an actual insult. The man who spoke had 'dirty blond' hair and blue eyes. Unlike every other man Ryan had seen so far, he was wearing a pair of shiny black trackies instead of a towel and expensive looking trainers on his feet. His upper body, however, was bare. He wasn’t fat, not even remotely, but he had just a hint of a belly. Still muscled though. Just the kind of muscles you get from hard work not working out. The ginger man sneered at his two friends. "This little bitch ran into me. I think he wanted to see what a real man feels like." Ryan blushed and tried to stammer out another apology. "I think you're onto something there Scotty. Look how hard his little dick is." Ryan didn’t think his dick was "little" (it was about 5 1/2 inches) but he was hard as a rock. "Yeah. What fag boi wouldn’t be hard at the thought of this?" Scotty groped himself through the towel. Fuck! He was hung. Ryan couldn't take his eyes off what looked to be eight inches... and not yet fully hard. He just stood and stared. "You know what we have here lads?" The third man spoke for the first time. He was a bit shorter than the other two, maybe 5’ 10”, but was the most muscular of them. His hair was dark like Ryan's but his eyes were brown. "I think you've found a virgin." The ginger smiled and seemed, suddenly, to be friendly. He put his arm around Ryan's shoulder.. Ryan couldn’t stop himself from inhaling a deep breath of the man's musk and sweat. He smelled soooo good. "Is that true, boi? Are you hiding a cherry under that towel?" "Well... kinda. I mean I've sucked a guy off before." "Thats just foreplay." The guy in the trackies laughed. "If you've never had a dick in your ass, you're a virgin." Unsure what to say, Ryan just nodded. "That's shameful!". The ginger man said with mock seriousness. "I can't believe some guy hasn't claimed that prize yet. A fine piece of ass like you.” He turned to his friends and winked. “I think we should help him out lads." The other two nodded and agreed. Not even trying to hide their smiles. "You want that, boi? You want me to fix that ‘cherry problem’ of yours?" Ryan looked at the three studs who now had circled him. Like sharks. Hungry sharks. Hungry — and very sexy — sharks. He took another whiff of the ginger man’s musk... he smelled like walking sex. A wet dream come true. "Please...?" was the only word he could form. "Good boi.". The third man, the muscular one with dark hair, smiled. "I'm Troy. This... " he gestured vaguely at the guy in track pants. "... is Connor. And you probably figured out that this ginger fucker’s name is Scotty." "I'm ... I'm Ryan." He couldn’t believe his luck at meeting up with these three chavs. Or scallies as they called them here in Manchester. "Where you from, Ryan?". Connor asked as the three lads led him deep into the sauna... back to one of the areas with booths he had walked by earlier. "Essex." "Oh. We've got a posh boi here lads. Best be on good behaviour." "No. No. Really... just be yourselves. I ... um... I like it." "Just yanking your chain, boi. Relax. You here at Uni then?" Ryan nodded, delighted as they seemed to ease him into their little group. "I never had much use for school myself.” Connor said. “Too many bullshit rules.” "Enough chatter.” Scotty interrupted. “The only thing Ryan here needs to worry about right now is my popping his cherry and setting him free." Ryan blushed but his cock strained even harder under his towel. Troy opened a booth door and gestured for Ryan to enter. The booth was filled wall to wall with a large mattress (if that was the right word.... more of a big cushion or pad) which was elevated enough that they had to climb in. It was large but still a little cramped when the four of them were all in and the door closed. It hadn’t occurred to Ryan until that moment that there would be witnesses to his deflowering. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the thought but didn’t want to look like a pussy in front of these guys and ruin his chance. Troy surprised him by pulling him in for a kiss. His mouth tasted of cigarettes and beer. Ryan wasn’t crazy about smoking ... but was too turned on to care. Troy lay down to the mattress, pulling Ryan down on top of him... which served to raise his ass up a bit. Scotty pulled the university student's towel off. The ginger man leaned over on top of Ryan so he could whisper in his ear. "You've got a lovely arse here, Ry. I'm gonna love WRECKING it." Ryan looked up nervously. "Ignore him. He just likes messing with you." Connor assured him. "But... well... he IS big. Especially for your first time. I do have something that can help though..." He pulled out a small brown bottle from a pocket on his trackies. "I don’t think I want to do any drugs..." "Oh its not like that. Just poppers. They just help you relax." "I'm not sure..." "Connor is right.". Troy said beneath him. "They really will help. Just give them a quick try. If you don't like them, no harm done... right?" Ryan nodded reluctantly. He reached for the bottle but Connor shook his head. "You’d better let me hold them. The last thing you want to do is spill them down your nose. Here, just take a big sniff..." A moment later and Ryan felt warm. Like he was blushing. And then just a little woozy. But he barely noticed as Scotty buried his face in his crack and started licking his hole. "Oh. My. Fuck!". Ryan moaned. The bottle was back under his nose. "Sniff." Connor said. Ryan didn't argue. ---- Jared looked out the window of the bar. He didn't really expect Ryan to give up or come to his senses so quickly, but he hoped he would. They were perfect for each other. It was so obvious to him. He couldn't understand why Ryan didn't see it. He hoped that, by letting Ryan "sow his wild oats", he would get this nonsense out of his system and be ready to settle down as boyfriends. He took another sip of his diet cola and decided to give Ryan a bit longer to come find him. ---- Ryan was in heaven. Scotty’s tongue, and the occasional finger, was still buried in his ass and Troy’s lips were still locked with his. The poppers had left him so horny he could scream. Connor lifted his head up. “I’m feeling left out, Essex boy. Why don’t you use your mouth on this?” He pulled his trackies down with one hand, just far enough to free his dick, and with the other hand pulled Ryan’s face into his crotch. Ryan opened his mouth and swallowed the cock. It wasn’t quite as long or thick as Scotty’s but it was still the biggest he had ever had in his mouth. He couldn’t help but gag a bit. Troy had the poppers now and placed them next to his nose. “Sniff, Ryan.” Ryan obeyed. Scotty had gotten a bit more aggressive with his fingers now... but the poppers helped him handle that as well. Troy had told him that Scotty needed to stretch his hole so he could enjoy his first fuck more. Ryan just wished the ginger was more careful with his fingernails... he was feeling a bit scraped up. Then... the tongue and fingers were withdrawn. “You ready? You ready for me to pop that cherry and make you the slut you were born to be?” Ryan pulled his mouth off of Connor’s cock but Troy held him tightly enough from below that he couldn’t really turn around to look at Scotty. “Fuck me!” “Bossy little bitch, aren’t ya.” Scotty sneered. He started running his cock up and down along Ryan’s ass. “Um. You’re going to use a condom, right?” Ryan pointed to the container on the wall that held condoms and lube. “Of course, boy. The lads and I always play safe.” Ryan couldn’t tell if Scotty was being sarcastic or if that was just the way he always talked. “You shouldn’t use those condoms though.” Troy told him. “There are guys who will tamper with them. We always bring our own...so we know what condition they are in.” “Oh cool. Thank you guys.” Ryan still couldn’t turn around but he could hear the condom being opened and rolled on Scotty’s cock. “Here. Give me your hand.” Scotty ordered. Ryan reached his hand back and Scotty placed his fingers around the big — no, massive — cock that was about to penetrate him. He could feel the johnny firmly in place. He felt some cold gel applied to his hole and pushed in with a couple fingers. There was a slight tingling sensation. “Lube with a numbing effect.” Scotty told him. “Will make your first time easier.” Ryan smiled nervously. “I’m really glad my first time is with you. You making this so perfect. Thank you.” “No worries.” Connor replied. “Maybe a boy like you knows, deep down, that he needs what we have to give him.” Ryan didn’t understand but didn’t have time to think about it as he felt the invader pressing against his hole. Scotty slapped his ass. “Don’t tighten up.” “Just relax and push down on his cock.” Troy said below him. “Better fill his mouth with that dick of yours, Connor.” Scott ordered. “I think he’s going to be a loud one.” Ryan didn’t resist as Connor’s cock filled his mouth again. And he tried to push back as Troy had suggested. But it hurt. Oh fuck! It hurt. Troy held the poppers under his nose again. He sniffed deep. Scotty slapped his ass again. Harder. Much harder. Startling him. But, apparently, it was enough to make his hole spasm open... as he found Scotty had managed to push the thick head of his uncut cock in. It felt like someone had shoved a cricket bat up his ass. He tried to cry out... but with Connor’s dick in his mouth it just sounded like moans. “Oh, fuck yeah.” Scotty grunted. “Your cherry will always be mine.” “You’re doing good.” Troy assured him. “Now push back and let him get more inside.” Ryan’s eyes were watering with the pain but he did as instructed. He had done it. He had a cock in his ass. And now, despite the pain, he wanted more. Scotty was not patient but it still took several minutes before that big cock bottomed out inside him. Before he finally felt Scotty’s heavy balls slapping his ass. Scotty slowly pulled back until just the head was inside. Then back again balls deep. Out. And in. After a few minutes of this action, Scotty pulled all the way out. Ryan could feel Scotty’s hands behind him, doing something. He had a moment of panic... was Scotty taking the condom off? He reached back but could still feel the condom there. “Don’t worry, slut. The condom was just sliding a bit... so I’m pulling it on me tighter. “ And then the cock was back in. Thrusting in. And sliding out. A few minutes later and Scotty pulled out again. He rubbed some more lube in Ryan’s hole. Connor leaned over Ryan, looking at his friend’s cock with a smile. “You’d better pull the condom REALLY tight. Make sure it stays on.” Ryan could feel Scotty’s hands stretching the condom tight behind him. After a moment Scotty groaned slightly. “Fuck yeah. Just like that.” Connor said with a smile. As the cock went in, Ryan decided the extra lube was really helping. This felt amazing. Better than it had just a moment or two earlier. Still, he reached back, trying to be subtle. The cock was deep in his hole but he could still feel the base of the condom so he breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m starting to think you don’t trust me, boi.” “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.” “Shhh.” Connor said. “Just get that mouth back on my cock.” Ryan did but couldn’t really focus on it. Connor, however, seemed content to just let it sit there for now. Scotty’s thrusts were getting stronger. More erratic. The cock seeming to swell up even more inside him. Every man knows what that means. Instinctively, Ryan started pushing back harder. Into the fuck. And was rewarded. “Yeah. You’re pushing me over the edge! Here it cums, you slut.” Scotty kept thrusting as he came before finally collapsing on Ryan’s back. His breath escaping in ragged bursts. After a few moments he pulled himself out of the hole and sat up. Connor withdrew his cock from Ryan’s mouth and Troy released his hold, allowing the student to sit up slightly and look around. Scotty had already wrapped his towel around his waist and was throwing the used condom in a small trash can in the corner. Ryan could just see the tip of the tattoo under the towel and again wondered what it was. Scotty smirked. “Looks like I may have used too much lube. It’s dripping out of you.” Connor moved behind him. “Yeah, man. That is a lot of ‘lube’. It would be a shame to let that go to waste.” He started rubbing his cock against Ryan’s hole. It took the student a moment to realise what Connor wanted. “Um. I don’t know. I’m a little sore.” “Oh come on.” Troy frowned. “We’ve helped you lose your cherry. Surely you wouldn’t hold out on us, would you? Besides, neither of our cocks is as big as what you’ve already taken. You’ll be fine.” “You both want to fuck me?” “Well not at the same time. I don’t think you’re ready for that. Yet.” Troy winked up at him. Ryan had to admit the cock rubbing against his hole was feeling good. “You have more condoms, right?” “Oh, yeah. Lots more. Just like the last one.” “Let’s do it.” Ryan thought Connor’s grunt as he slipped into his no-longer-virgin ass was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. Connor’s style was so different than Scotty’s had been. Where Scotty had thrust deliberately in and out, Connor’s were more like a rabbit fuck. Short but very fast thrusts. He didn’t want to insult the guys again, so he didn’t let himself reach around to feel for the condom. He had heard Connor opening it and say he had put it on. Why would he lie? Meanwhile, Troy kept kissing him, rubbing his nipples and dick, and giving him the poppers. Scotty was sitting in the corner watching them all while playing with his now soft cock. Connor reached the point of no return much quicker than Scotty had. “Fuck yeah. You little slut. Your fucking tight hole is going make me shoot.” Ryan realised he liked when they talked dirty to him. It was like he was in one of the pornos he watched online. “Yeah. Do it. Fuck me like a slut.” “Damn. That was so fucking hot to watch.” Scotty said a couple minutes later as Connor pulled out of Ryan. “Yeah, you dirty fucker.” Connor bantered with the redhead. “I know you get off on watching me fuck. You just wish it was your ass I was pegging.” “In your dreams.” Scotty sneered. “Looks like I used too much lube as well. Look at it flowing out of him now.” It was strange, Ryan couldn’t remember Connor adding more lube. He didn’t worry too much about it though. It was Troy’s turn. Troy’s style was completely different from the other two fucks. If Ryan had to describe it, he would say it was gentle. Almost romantic. It took Troy much longer to cum that the first two but he did eventually collapse on Ryan’s back after his cock spasmed deep inside him. “Damn.” He said as he pulled out. “It looks like we all used a little much ‘lube’. Your hole is a mess. Looks like you might have bled a little as well.” Ryan sat up and felt his ass. “Really?” “Don’t worry, it sometimes happens. Especially your first time. It will heal up in a day or two. Nothing to worry about.” Ryan nodded. His ass really was a mess. Whatever lube they had used was running out of his (now far less tight) hole and down his ballsack. “That was fun, slut.” Scotty said. “Welcome to the club.” “The club?” “Yeah. The former virgin club I mean.” Scotty sneered at him. It was a bit scary. But very sexy. “I doubt this will be the last time you get fucked. Will it?” “No. I liked it. I really liked it.” “Fuck yeah you did.” Connor added, pulling his trackies up. “You’ve worn the three of us out.” He opened the door. There were a few men outside listening to the action who looked in the opening door. Their hungry looks made Ryan blush. “Hope to catch you soon for a repeat.” Troy smiled. “We need to make sure that hole is well and truly broken in.” After they left, Ryan pulled the door closed but there was no latch. He should go, he told himself. If he knew Jared, he was still in a bar waiting for him. But he was so drained. He needed to rest for a few minutes first. He flipped the light switch off, laid down on his belly (his butthole was pretty sore now), and closed his eyes. Just for a minute he told himself... right before he fell asleep. He woke with a start as he felt someone move on top of him. “What the fu...” “Shhh, boy.” A stranger’s voice said to him. “I saw you in here with your juicy ass in the air and I could see what you want.” A hard cock pressed against his hole. He was so sore... but it felt so good. He pushed back and let it enter him. The stranger didn’t feel very fit or toned but, in the darkness, Ryan could ignore that. The stranger used him hard. Both of them grunting in exertion, thrusting together. Until the stranger came and pulled out. “Thanks.” Was all the stranger said as he got off Ryan and climbed out of the booth. In the light from the corridor, Ryan had saw him for the first time. The stranger looked to be about 60 with a flabby belly and a saggy ass. That was the moment he realised that had never seen the stranger put on, or take off, a condom. Had the old man just fucked him bare? Ryan was ashamed. He felt... dirty. Truly slutty. And not in a good way. He hurried out of the booth himself. He didn’t even stop to shower on the way to the lockers. Five minutes later he was out the door and back on the street. He didn’t think he could face Jared right now. He headed home telling himself he would talk to his friend tomorrow. He hurried into his apartment and to the toilet. Trying to push out anything inside him. But he didn’t see anything but more lube like Scotty, Connor, and Troy left behind. He breathed a sigh of relief. His phone rang. Jared. Not tonight he decided. He would talk to Jared tomorrow. He turned his phone off and took a shower. —— It was past closing time. Jared shivered in the cold night air outside the bars as he slipped his phone back in his pocket. He never should have let Ryan go into that place. He had been gone for hours and now wasn’t answering his phone. There was only one thing to do. He would have to go in and find his friend and get him out of there. NEXT: Jared and the jock

I have been a trucker for quite a while, often making the run from Montréal to Chicago. My favourite place to stop in Gary, Indiana. There is a chain truck stop there that is right across from a small porn shop with private booths. I go there to watch a porn. Frequently I'll get down on my knees and suck a dick. I sometimes call my wife and family after while in my sleeper, I can feel and taste the semen from the guy I sucked in my mouth as I converse with my family. It seems so nasty to have it in my mouth as I talk to them. Last month was a turning point of sorts. I was walking out of the place back to the truck stop when I was stopped by another guy who was also leaving. He was a few steps behind me and asked “Got a light?” Pausing, I passed him my lighter. “I have seen you here before” he commented, unsure how to respond. He did, however, know how to keep me on the hook as he remarked "Whatever you are looking for, I would love to help you find it.” I stammered “I can't let the others see me talking to you here. Watch where I go and later come to my truck. The driver's door will be unlocked. Just act as though you are the driver of it. Okay?” He nodded and I turned and walked. I was so nervous. Mixture of emotions churning inside me. This had become more personal and the anonymity was gone. My cock and butt both were tingling at the same time. I didn’t look back as I walked across the street then through the parking lot to my truck. I opened to door and jumped into the cab. I pulled the curtains shut and sat on the bunk. A long long period passed when finally I herd the door latch and then the door opened. His blond head appeared first as he climbed up into the cab. He sat on the seat while I sat glued to the bunk, virtually speechless, even as I recognized the nice tight young body in the cab of my truck with me. “So, do you know why I'm here” he asked as he dropped onto his knees, shuffling across the three foot gap between the seat and the bunk. “I'm here to fuck with a big burly trucker, 'cause I fuckin' love fucking around with married guys.” My cock was like a flag pole. This young guy was a little slut and there I was with him. He popped my cock out and started sucking. He put a hand up and pushed me back so I was laying on the bunk. He was sucking me and then propped one of my legs up on a shelf. I felt his finger probe my asshole. Oh this felt good. I was very close to cumin' when he stopped, got this his feet and returned to the seat. “Do you like that?” he asked. “Oh fuck yeah. It feels great,” I replied. He then pointed to the picture in my cab asking “Is that your family?” I replied it was. He smiled saying it made him hot to see the family the people that trusted me to be faithful when I was out on the road. Then he got to his feet and shoved his erect cock in my face. “So, what do you want more? To be faithful to your family or to fuck around with me?” I grabbed his hips and put my mouth around his mushroom headed dick. I sucked him slowly but eagerly. Fuck he tasted good. I reached between his legs and poked my finger into his butt hole. It felt warm, wet and slimy. I popped his cock out of my mouth and looked up. He looked down at me “Relax, it's cum - from guys who fucked me earlier today. Yeah, I know I'm a slut. You should probably tell me to leave because I want to make you like me.” It was like I was hearing a rattlesnake warning but I became willing to dangle myself in its strike zone. My cock was throbbing as he told me to turn around. I was in a trance of lust as I complied. Turning around and getting on all fours on my bunk. I felt his mouth and tongue on my asshole. He was eating me, tonguing my ass, fingering me deeper and deeper. I felt him rise and he was obviously fumbling with something. Next, the picture of my family was floating down toward the bunk as he obviously threw it in front of me. At the same time, his cock started rubbing at my asshole. "Take a good look at them. You're not going to be able to stop fucking her. You're not going to be a good father if you take me in your hole, and you’ll be worse when you get home 'cause you know what you're going to do to your wife. Right?” My cock grew harder and was throbbing like never before. He knew I was super horned-up. “Tell me what you’ll do to your wife, even 'though you've let me fuck you.” I couldn’t deny what I was thinking any longer. "I’m going to continue fucking her, even though I have been fucked like this.” His cock slipped into my ass. It felt so good. He started pumping me faster and faster. Then my phone rang. He stopped “Answer it. I'll be quiet," he promised. I reached for the phone and answered it on speaker. He continued to fuck me slowly. “Hi, Honey, how are you?” the voice on the other end asked. “I'm great” I replied. I continued conversing as the guy steadily pumped my asshole. I could feel his cock swelling inside me. He bent down and whispered into my ear “If you really love her, hang up and I'll stop. If you tell her you love her I will cum into you - with all the risks of my unprotected slut-cock blowing its load in your hole.” It was like I reached a corner. I realized what I was looking for in the porn shop - a reason to never stop going there. “I love you babe. I miss you, and can't wait to see you,” I said to my wife as his steaming hot cum flowed deep inside of me. He reached down and hit the hang-up up button on my phone. "Tonight is your first night as a slut” he said just as the phone began to ring. I got dressed and went with him back to the porno shop as my phone continued to ring away. That night I didn’t just suck a couple of cocks: I pushed my ass to the hole and took all the fuckers I could. It occurred to me that I was not just delivering a load from Montreal to Chicago. I could be bringing a hot load back from my long hauls ... deep inside me.

I'm a 6foot 175lb fit toned body cumdump who wants to be used, fucked and filled by any and all anon tops. If you like to find a hot faggot who's eager to give his body to you and let you use him however you want, message me. If I'm not working I will stop whatever I'm doing to be ready to be used. Will beg you for your load. I love to be waiting ass up with my hooded blindfold on for any top with a hard dick that will fuck me and fill me with his seed. Love being verbally abused while being used. Violently spit in my face, call me pathetic, tell me I'm a useless faggot that's purpose is to be used by men, any men. love meeting guys in the park with my assless jeans and bending over to expose my hole and get off when they pump and dump me. Love to take other cumdump's loads because I think of it that they have a concentrated load to infject my hole with all the cum thats been dumped in them. I get off when a top is about to cum in my wrecked hole and as they cum, they tell me they are charging me up and giving me __________! Hope to hear from men who get off on this. ALSO am still looking for someone who will pick men from online, the street anywhere he wants, to fuck me and I have no say in the matter. I will have to take every cock he gets no questions asked. I hope this someone is slightly twisted and would get off watching some ugly homely men to fuck and fill me with their nasty cum. Make me wear my hood and right as the ugly fucker is going to cum in me, he takes off the hood so i have to see the nasty fucker who is just starting to cum in me. Thats a fantasy i want fullFILLED!

Please let me know what you think. I'll continue if the interest is there.... When it comes to sex, some people get lucky where they grew up. I consider myself pretty lucky. I’m not sure at what age I found the deep attraction to older, manly men but when it hit, it hit hard. Sure, I tried women, enjoyed it to be honest, but somewhere deep inside of me was this virulent need to be on my knees with a cock freshly pulled out of my ass, crushing my nose against a hairy groin as a load slides slickly down my throat. At some point in my youth I found it, our local glory hole and would revisit it often through my formative years. The well-liked well-rounded guy who had no problem with meeting women also had a deep seated need to be taken and then broken. This was further cemented by a stint in the Army, finding a new outlet in anal sex, both giving and receiving from the various trans hookers who end up flocking around European military bases. The ones with the biggest cocks always seemed to be my favorite and as time went on I was less of a top and more of a willing bottom. Despite these risky acts though I had never taken a load bare and it wasn’t until I went home on leave that I eventually found not only wanted, but some positive surprises as well. It was fall and approaching winter when I came home to visit my folks. They were proud of their warrior son returning and as they had always been permissive anyway, a night out wasn’t unheard of nor unexpected but that had to wait to see the long stream of family and friends who welcomes me back. Two days home on a month long furlough didn’t seem like much and to be honest, the plane back had my schedule all out of whack anyway. So when I finally went out, it wasn’t to a bar or some local scene, it was to the old tried and true glory hole, readily available with no youth curfew to hold me back. I cruised in at dusk and was kind of disappointed to see it was fairly empty. The sandy lot just on backside of this beach bathroom of lust was a few families packing up to go home from a long day of sun and surf, so I sat on the end of the boardwalk, smoked a few cigarettes and waited for it to darken enough to hide any sin. Bored now and frantic, I must have peaked my head into that old grimy bathroom a hundred times to make the glory hole was there and that the familiar messages and dried stains of someone’s momentary joy were still on the walls around it. They were and impatiently I went back again and again. Finally on the last trip, what I said was to be my last, I heard the deep rumbling of diesel pulling up and parking somewhere in the lot. With little though, I slid into the stall, dropped my drawers and waited. My cock, even without stimulation was already starting to get hard in anticipation and while it wouldn’t win much beyond the average prize in length, it was meaty, thick, and curved enough and starting to thicken. My stall closed and me comfortably bare-assed, I waited and was rewarded by the echoing sounds of footsteps, scratchy with sands in the bare walls of the concrete block bathroom. He, whoever he was at this point, turned into the bathroom and thankfully slid into the right stall. Just in case though, I didn’t immediately wave my finger in the hole, I somewhat shifted my head so if he was really pissing or planning to play. My cramped neck glance at the whole showed, well, nothing. I caught a glimpse of someone fumbling, and I could see his leg covered in denim but nothing more. “Just a pisser,” I thought and moved to return to a more comfortable position but then he turned, displaying a mostly soft but nicely hung cock with a pearl of piss or pre-cum dangling from the tip, wreathed in dark black pubic hair. He was showing me the goods and liking what I saw, I waved my finger in the hole. He was fast enough lining it up and pushing it through that the dab of moisture on his tip brushed my finger tip which I stuck in my mouth without thinking. He was in a hurry and so was I and without much thought I swallowed all I could reach. It was going to be thick and long when I got it fully hard and that pleased me to no end. This anonymous cock in my mouth was delicious, warm and soft with that allure of musk that you can smell as well as taste. If I didn’t miss my mark, he would have gagged me if the wall hadn’t been in the way but all told, he was probably a good 8 inches and thicker than I was. I worshipped the best I could in my cramped quarters like a man deprived of drink, not just of cock. It was wonderful having one in my mouth again and my own cock was waving in the air while I tried physically to push my head through the wall. And then, he pulled his cock out almost as it was completely hard. I was, for a moment, completely irrationally sad and angry, deprived as I was. And then I was stunned as I heard the zipper come up, his belt rattled as he secured it, and then the scrape of his feet on the concrete floor. Had I failed some test? The doors in this place aren’t the best and to be honest, my stall didn’t have a lock. This mystery man clearly knew this because he rounded the small wall and slid my door open. My shock went up further as I rejected the thought of seeing him. This wasn’t how it was done, this wasn’t what happened, the anonymity gone in a flash as this man looked at me and said, “Come on boy, let’s go to my truck.” I guess when he spoke I finally got a good look at him. He was 40, in good shape, with dark brown hair and a body that seemed fairly average but with the ripcord arms of someone who was used to manual labor. He was good looking but damnit, this just totally fucked with my night. I guess he saw my shock and he gave me a grin, “You know you want to suck it, now come on boy.” And then he turned to leave. Without knowing why at that point, though years later I do know why, I followed him out across the parking lot, climbed into the truck on the passenger side and unwittingly interviewed for a part I was to play pretty seriously for the next month I was home.

Just took 3 loads in a public toilet.

New breeder in my life. We've been on each other's radar for a good while but never managed a meet. He works weird hours and he travels alot. He is handsome and cute. Turns out he was in the year above me in school and grew up right next to me too!! Anyway he fucked me sore for hours until actually painful towards the end but he gave me two loads. Fun and uninhibited. He had a nice ass to rim as well.

“I can’t believe you are still hard!” ”you always cum a lot” and this one I get a LOT: “I can’t stop thinking about your cock”

All body hair should be its natural length and density.

Both in me and on me

When I was a boy, wandering through a sex club, a stud waved me into his booth. He indicated his interest in my oral services by pushing my head down. I knelt immediately. After about 15 seconds of sucking with no reaction from him, he suddenly gripped my head in both hands and started ejaculating into my mouth. He remained silent and impassive while he held my head immobile and made sure I swallowed all of his seed. Then, he let go and walked away. It wasn't that I was such an expert at fellatio or that he was a premature ejaculator. He had already been inside a lot of guys that afternoon and was on the edge when he entered me. He didn't need my mouth for stimulation. He just wanted to put his load in me, and he made sure that I didn't know it was coming and couldn't refuse it. His use of force and deception to inseminate me enthralls me to this day. I am grateful for the compliment he paid me by choosing me when he needed to breed. He is a god to me.

I'm also 100% bottom. But, I do love a hot arse. I can worship a guys ass as long as I can worship his cock. Love to lick, kiss and eat out a sexy hole. Nothing is hotter than getting my tongue deep inside a guys hole and licking the soft, pink inside is his hole. A lot of str8 guys have never had their assholes serviced like that. It's a huge turn on for them. There's one str8 guy that I play with occasionally. I was the first guy to ever lick his ass. He gets so turned on with my tongue in his ass, that he then flips me over and fucks me. He had never fucked a guy before me, either. I'm always happy to expand the sexual experiences of those str8 guys that are ready to "cross over".

Great story, bud. I've also never been fucked through a glory hole, but sucked a lot of cocks. But like you, I love an audience. I go to Slammer club here in L.A. and start off sucking cocks from a "cell"/stall below the raised ramp. There's no door, just a curtain. Love it when someone comes in and starts working my tits while I'm sucking, or fucking me while I'm sucking. Totally hot for me. There's also a dimly lit backroom with a fuck table that I always end up in. Love getting fucking alongside other bottom pigs while others are watching and groping as best they can. I never really see the cocks that are fucking me because it's too dark, which makes it even hotter. Oink!

Just been fucked raw by my fav Poz top at Steamworks in Toronto. He leaves my room. Still horny I check my phone. Two messages. One from my bf at home. Will I be home soon? He is hungry for dinner and horny to fuck me. One message from a top who is here at Steamworks who saw my ad on bbrt. He says he is wandering the halls and if I am interested he to look for him. He decribes himself. Mid 40s, 5’9”, 180, wearing a red jockstrap, socks and Doc Martin boots. He is a top. My ad describes myself as an older Poz bottom, 66, looking for a younger top for raw action. He is a little older than I am usually attracted to but decide to keep my eyes open for him. I leave my room, get a bottle of water and am walking around. Near one of the dark rooms I see him coming out. We recognize each other. He approaches, grabs my nipples, and kisses me deep and long. We continue to make out and grope each other in the hallway. He is rock hard stays that way. He invites me back to his room. My towel drops as we get into his room and we continue to kiss. He gets on the bed and I join him. He is a great kisser but I am intrigued by his hard package. I go down and find a nice thick 8 “ cock and a large set of balls....all tied up with a cock ring. I suck his cock and lick his balls for 10 minutes then move back up to his nipples and arm pits. We kiss some more. We never speak. I run my hands over his smooth body. Down his legs, rub his Doc’s. And then suck him some more. He never removes his jockstrap, just moves it to one side. We repeat this 3 or 4 times....kissing , until he pushes my head down to his always rock hard cock. Repeat the scene again. He is a great kisser, has a cock I want in my ass but he appears content to be sucked. I notice 4 or 5 condoms on the table....hmm....I whisper in his ear .....fuck me.....we kiss some more and I suck some more....then he stands up....so do I ....I continue to kiss him. He turns me around. Pushes me down to my knees on the bed, he lubes my ass.....things are looking good. He rips open a condom, slides it on his still rock hard 8” and begins to push it into my ass....I wish now I had brought the poppers.....he fucks me for 10 minutes. We take a break....we kiss and hug...he pushes me down to suck him again. I rip off the condom and take his cock deep down my throat. We continue the kissing and sucking for another 20minutes....it is great. He is a great kisser, has a great hard body , great nipples to suck on and a great cock. I whisper again I want to be fucked....but ad the word raw. We stand. He pushes me to my knees on the bed. I watch him in the mirror...more lube but no condom. He slides in and fucks me raw for 10 to 15 minutes. Then stops. Pulls out. Want to kiss and have me suck him some more. I am tired and hungry. I thank him and leave. Not sure if he came or not but he was still rock hard. I leave his room .i don’t always get what I want or need, Do I go home and have dinner and sex with my always hot bf, or continue to cruise and look for another raw cock to fuck me? i decide that as I got a load from my favourite top, I will go home, eat, and have a hot session with my bf. Hopefully add his load to the one already in my ass. I pass my fav top sitting outside the dark room looking exhausted. We kiss and talk about meeting again this weekend. I leave knowing I am going home to my lover, with tentative plans to meet my fav top bud again this weekend.?

Alex gave the visitor a thorough checking out. His pecs were covered in black hair, smooth below with a large tattoo of a crown and a barely discernible biohaz symbol incorporated into the design, rock hard 6 pack abs, a tantalizing treasure trail, lush black pubes and his most striking feature, a huge uncut cock, with a thick foreskin and pendulous balls, his genitals a good 5 shades darker than the rest of him. "Now, I remember! I was in the office, getting the barcode for my car and I saw you and another man going into the gym! To be honest, I couldn't decide which 1 of you 2 were hotter!" "If it'll help you to make up your mind, the 3 of us will have to get together sometime! Where are my manners? Javi would whip my ass for that! My name's Katt, that's K, a and double t, but they call me King Katt!" He said, offering his hand. Taking the outstretched hand, Alex shook it, returning Katt's firm grip. "Call me pig!" He said, not to confer anonymity, but to make the situation clear. I've been called many names, but never a lousy cocksucker! Not to brag, but I'm an expert cocksucker and I've never sucked a lousy cock!" With a hearty chuckle, Katt said, "Pig it is! Not that I'm looking to horn in on Blackie's action, but I like piggy men and when they're as sexy as you, it's icing on the cake! Blackie, is he the hairy beast you've been searching for?" Putting an arm around Alex's waist, Blackie said, "Oh, he's so much more than that! Even if he didn't have a hair on his body, he'd be all that and a bag of chips! He's a nasty pig and since we got here, he's been in his piggy element and it's like he's brought me to a head space I've never experienced with other men! Is it okay if I tell Katt the things you've done to me?" Visibly blushing, but not from shame, Alex said, "Why wouldn't it be okay? Sure, I'm a nasty pig but you're the one who put me in my piggy element! I love doing piggy things, but it takes a man like you to bring out my piggy best! Katt, don't worry about horning in on Blackie's action! As long as he's cool with it, so am I!" Stroking his beard, Blackie said, "Let me start at the beginning. I first saw this pig in the park, looking all sweaty and sexy! After he flashed his ass to show me that it's as hairy as the rest of him, we kissed and it was like no kiss I've ever felt! We came back here and he buried his face in my pits! Other guys sniff and lick, but this pig wallowed, which made it even better for me. The 2 of us had some beers and then hit the shower to hose our asses out. In my bed, we swapped spit and next thing you know, he's licking my feet and sucking my toes! Nobody has ever done that to me and I have to admit it drove me wild. Once our asses were emptied, it was back to bed for more making out. My bladder was full, so we stepped out on the terrace and he drank my piss like a thirsty man in the desert, but he saved enough for us to share in a kiss! I did the same for him and then, it was back to bed where we feasted on each other's pits! The pig told me he's been known to rim guys to climax and then he ordered me to sit on his face! I've never had my ass eaten more thoroughly or deeply and damn, if he didn't bring me to the most intense climax! I pulled off and shot in his mouth and of course, he saved some to snowball with me! Five minutes later, we were basking in the afterglow when you called!"

Great night last night. 21 yr old ripped young hung black man hit me up for a blowjob. He came over and i sucked his load out. big bent cock. wicked curve. beautiful though. perfect body. Then a regular came over. he too is a hung black man - 28. he's my favorite. He fucked me deep and hard and blew his load in my ass from behind. then we fucked for an hour with his cum as lube. i sucked out the second beautiful load. delicious tasting cum. can't wait to see him again. He loves fucking me.

Hey guys. I think I'm focusing on developing new stories. Not every story needs to be a multi-chapter event. It's also hard to pick up a story months or even years later. There would inevitably be a disconnect in the narrative. Thanks for understanding.

"You remind me of my son."

Blame her after another night of blueballing and desparate the next morning I am messaging any and all tops online. Responding even to ones listed as poz or undetecable. Finally, one top close by is ready and willing and he is undetectable. Blame her that all it took was 1 message that he was available and had topped other closeted married guys. Blame her that he was using my throat like an ass, getting his hard poz shaft deep down and moaning. Blame her that he was so hard and thick and wanted my neg ass. Blame her that I slowly pushed myself down on him without hesitation. Blame her that he notices that I am responding to his thrusts with a hole flexing and milking him. Blame her that he grabbed my hips and made me his neg bitch. Praise her that when he started grunting and orgasming his poz cum I pushed down hard getting all his undetectable seed deep in me.

Sorry my dudes! Since I last posted I’ve moved to a new state and have started graduate school. I don’t have much time to do anything other than school work. But I’ll try to get back to The Intern as soon as I can. But rest assured, I have some things in mind. ?

I was at Burning Man 2018 in the download camp at 7:15 & F. A dark military style tent filled with hot musky men. I was sucking all the cock that came near me. Eager to suck a thick one I got up off my knees and bent over and took a 9” uncut shaft down my throat. It was glorious. There I was bent over naked in a dark tent with about 20 guys with a hot hard uncut cock in my throat. Then, without warning a hand came and lubed up my hole. Without even thinking about it I raised my ass and allowed the anonymous cock to penetrate me. Cock in my throat and an unseen mysterious cock in my ass. Pumping hard. Thrusting me so that both cocks are deep in my guts. After about 6-7 minutes he began to grunt. The thrusting and grunting in time with his thick member deep in my guts. Then... heat filled my bowels. He groaned and thrust in deep. A few little pumps and slowly pulled out. His hot seed running down my taint and the inside of my leg into my boot. I grunted with the other cock in my mouth. I didn’t even stop. He walked away. I never even saw his shadowy profile but his DNA is deep inside me. I took eight loads that night. I walked back to my tent at sunrise with a hole, and boot, filled with Burner cum!

Hadn’t had a real good chance to play since I bred the tatted twinkish guy earlier in the week, so I decided to knock off work a bit early and drive over to Crew Club in DC for CumUnion. It’s actually a decent place, IMO, having been once before. I got there right at 9pm and the crowd was decent, but hadn’t picked up just yet. I stripped to my jock and headed for the dark area. Ok - side rant: the dark areas aren’t nearly big enough at most bath houses and sex clubs I’ve visited. I go for cock, manpussy, and cum. I don’t wanna know what they look like, just that their hole is clean (or cummy ??) or cock is hard and inside me. Also, don’t go to the dark room if you’re picky - I get sorting out tops and bottoms, but beyond that, PU-LEEZE! Rant over, now back to our regularly scheduled programming. I get into the dark room and suck a few guys, but no one wants to top me... ok, fine. Then I faintly make out what appears to be a piercing on another cock. I go over to cop a feel and sure enough - metal all over his cock. I suck on it for a bit hoping to convince him to fuck me. I have a 0ga reverse Prince Albert, but have never been fucked by a pierced cock. Alas, it was not to be. Turns out the guy (who was super cute) is mostly a bottom due to a physical issue that prevents him from having an erection. Such a shame for a hot young guy like him. I eventually moved around and a small framed bottom with a well used hole backed up to my hard cock. Oh, well, why not? I proceed to fuck him for several minutes before pulling out and taking a break. I head back to the room and lay down, ass up, light on as dim as it would go without being out. After several minutes, a nice black cock shows up and I suck him hard and then he fucks my hole for a bit. Not ready to cum yet, he pulls out and goes on his way. His cock is replaced by another that turns out to be the bf of the pierces guy. Pierced guy watches his companion fuck me for a while and he eventually came in my ass (at least I think he did - it was nice and wet a little later when I checked). I cruised around a bit longer and then checked Grindr. A nice fat BBC guy hits me up. He agrees to meet me at my hotel room and I check out for night and walk back ton the hotel, meet the guy, and then suck him hard and he fucks a nice load in my hole. Waking up this morning, I hit up a guy I chatted with before I went to sleep. He is still interested. I head out and stop at the apartment building he gives me the address to in the suburbs. I go to what turns out to be an empty apartment and, following his direction, strip down completely. He comes in a few minutes later with me already on my knees. He unzips to reveal a huge THICK BBC ???. I sick him for several minutes, then he bends me over and I hit the Double Scorpio poppers hard and he impalas me with his huge cock, stretching my hole nicely. He fucks me good for several minutes then says he’s about to cum. I beg him to breed my pussy and he blows a huge two-day load in my hole. My pussy was leaking cum as I got dressed. He and I confirm this will NOT be the last time he breeds me. All afternoon and evening, his cum is leaking from my pussy and I keep thinking about how fantastic his cock felt. When I finally get back to my hotel, I squirted a handful of cum from my pussy and use it to jack off and licked my hand and fingers. ??? Cant wait to get some more of thatvery fine cock!

PART 9 I don’t think even one minute passed before the door began to open. I barely had my shorts up and started to panic to make sure I was covered at the same time I looked at the door. What i saw a guy maybe 40ish around 6 feet. He was a little bolder and didnt wait for me to nod back. He just slid through the crack and shut the door and locked it. In the glow of the gay porn on the screen, I was able to see him better. Yeah a little taller than me, so at least six feet and thin. He had on sweat pants and sandals and a T-shirt. There was already a sizable bulge in those sweats. He approached me and his hand went into my still unbuttoned shorts, but he bypassed my cock. Instead, his hand dipped down and I felt a finger slide into my ass crack and run across my hole. His hand slid out of my pants just as quickly and he motioned me up. As soon as I stood, he slipped my shorts down and began to turn me around away from him. And I just let it happen, half out of surprise and half because i was still horny and this guy was pretty hot. I slipped a leg out of my shorts and spread wider, as I braved myself with my hands. I could hear him tugging his sweats down and heard him spit, managing to look back in time to see him using it as lube to stroke with. Again he spat into his hand and rubbed it on his cock. And his cock was... it was huge. Like at least 8.5 inches and thick with a nice big cut head. It was magnificent. It was obvious that like the first guy, he wasn’t going to use a condom. His cock slick with spit I felt him use one hand to grab an ass cheek to spread me open a little, as he used his other to guide his cock to my already fucked and cummed in hole. I felt him push against my barely puckered hole and it gave easily. It hadn’t even had time to close up from the last cock and with the cum coating my hole, he was able to work his giant cock into me. I don’t know if it would have worked otherwise. Later as time went on, I would take bigger cocks but this guy was hung and as an 18 year old almost virgin still, this thing was just massive. And I was taking it. I was almost naked bent over in a bookstore booth, gay porn blaring away, while a guy I hadn’t exchanged a single word with was almost 8 inches into me and continuing to fuck deeper and deeper. And with the first guys cum and my hole already relaxed from getting fucked a few minutes before, I was taking it and loving every second. There was no pain or discomfort. He was working my hole harder and harder and we were not being quiet. Besides him basically knocking my breath out every time he rammed home, I couldn’t keep myself balanced and my hands kept knocking against the thin plywood wall I was supporting myself against. And he was grunting and breathing fast. And then finally to make It competely obvious, he was finally balls deep and now every time he drove into me there was that slap as his pelvis met my ass cheeks. And I was so lost in the fuck and his cock sliding into my prostate that I didn’t care. I didn’t care that It was sleazy and dirty. The smell of sex and cum made me feel drunk. And I didn’t need to know who was fucking me. All that mattered was that he was hot and had a fucking amazing cock and he was in me raw. And I had already kind of figured it out, all these guys here are looking for cock. I gave in and enjoyed every second and didn’t care that everyone there would know I was getting fucked right there in the booth. Eyes closed and head down I took it until I felt his hands grip tighter and felt his pounding increase even more til finally he rammed deep and erupted. Spurt after spurt of cum coated my guts as I pushed back to make sure I was getting it all. He grinded into me as he stayed deep while his cock pulsed and throbbed inside me, as he obviously was trying to put every drop into me. Spent and satisfied that he had put all his cum inside me, he slowly pulled out. Without a word he pulled up his sweat pants and straightened his shirt up. Looking down, he adjusted his still softening rod and covered it with his shirt. I meanwhile was wobbly legged and was trying get my one leg through my shorts so I could pull them back up. Mr Sweatpants paused by the door to give me a second to get the shorts up and then just as quietly as he had slid in, he popped back out after cracking open the door and then shut it behind him. I noticed it wAs darker and realized I had let the video machine run out of credits. I don’t think even twenty minutes had elapsed and I had gotten fucked twice. And had no idea who they were or if i could even recognize them if I saw them. And I hadn’t asked either one if they were clean. I mean who knows, Tim looks healthy and he has it. But then the thought that hit almost right away was did it matter? Would I have stopped those guys if they were did have HIV? If I saw Mr Sweatpants giant cock and knew he was HIV positive, could I or would I want to say no to it? I knew why I didn’t ask. It didn’t matter. I was taking them raw no matter what the risk. It just felt too good. As all this wet through my head in about 30 seconds, I stood to walk out, figuring enough was enough for tonight and I had not been very discreet and didn’t want trouble. As my hand touched the doorknob, it twisted in my hand and the door opened up a crack as another stranger met my stare. Maybe I wasn’t leaving quite as soon as I thought as we gave each other a quick look over. A mutual nod and I was backing toward the bench of the booth as a new stranger entered the small cubicle with me and shut and locked the door.

went to glorious health club last night in dc for the hummer party. great place for sleazy barebacking in dark corners and public slings. was in the slings a lot and bent over waiting for anon cock in the center exhibition area. lost count of how many loads I got, but cum was running down my legs when I left. oink!

There's a black guy I meet up with occasionally. Not a looker at all, small dick but shoot huge loads always inside my ass. He texts me "want to have coffee?" then comes over doesn't say much drinking his coffee, then about 5 minutes into it kinda stretches out, rubs his crotch and unzips and sips his coffee--then I get on my knees and suck him hard. He reaches for my ass I turn around on the floor on my knees, pulls my pants to my knees, he slides in, breeds then fixes himself up and says "gotta go" walks out. I once asked if he wanted to do anything different and he said no this is perfect. It's like he jerks off but uses my ass instead of his hand, and my holes his receptacle. Something hot about being just a hole.

I used to be hung up on race when it came to sex. Black guys did NOTHING when it came to getting my cock hard. Didn’t mater if it was mags vid or live. If a black guy was in it I would flip right past or concentrate on others that were in it. Same with bi or straight porn. The women did nothing for me. No matter how beautiful. Then one day it suddenly dawned on me my fuckhole didn’t care what color the cock was. My cock didn’t care either because it couldn’t “see” it since I usually got fucked doggy style and I was facing the other way. Now blacks are my preference (but I am an equal opportunity cum slut). It has been my experience that EVERY black cock I have seen live or in porn has been hung. Either length or girth or both. Other races there is a large variety. Some will say I’m still racist, just swung the other way. I just know what gets my cock hard. As long as the cock is hard and can fuck I don’t care the race or age shape status or looks of who owns it. I just crave cock.

This is difficult to answer without knowing exactly what your preferences are, but here are a few thoughts from a local. Crew Club is definitely “cleaner” and is in a “better” part of town that is easier to access via public transportation. Tuesday night is half priced, and sometimes can draw a decent crowd that night. Weekends can be fun too, but of course there are no guarantees. Crew has lots of private cabins. So, if you want to walk around, pick a guy, then take him back to your cabin, it works well. Many guys walk around in a towel until a connection is made this way. But, crew’s open/public sex spaces are less than ideal. There is a tiny dark room. If you like a steam room option, they do have a nice large one. Glorious is easier with respect to parking, and is also (generally) much sleazier. For some of us, this makes it “better,” depending on the night. There are a couple of nice dark rooms (great for loads), plenty of glory holes, a “dungeon” area, slings, etc. If you’re into black men, this is a good bet on almost any night. Hummer takes place here on the first and third Saturday nights of the month . It’s gear/leather oriented, but that’s not required per se. Usually very easy to give/take multiple loads on those Saturday nights. If you’re visiting, and are unfamiliar with the city, you might want to stay at one of the cumdump hotels around Thomas Circle (such as the Washington Plaza) and start with the crew club, which is within easy walking distance. But if you’re looking for an eclectic piggy spot, and feel like venturing out of Northwest DC, give Glorious a shot.

STORY-TIME: (only for those with more than 15 seconds to spare) I'm a 'reformed monogamist'; yes so it COULD have been possible, for me, maybe. However, part of my reason to stay monogamous (at the beginning) was 'the fear of catching something' especially when HIV was the big bad wolf... But reality was, even with my first BF of 9 years: while I was loyal and faithful, HE tried to hit up and even leave me and BE WITH my handsome best (non-sexual) friend. My best friend would have been a catch in West Hollywood, with his big cock and popular reputation. Not that my double-crossing BF then could have EVER tamed him or even had a chance in hell. There are simply too many hot new boys in town wanting that legendary Peter inside of them. (Bottom-line: eventually my BF and I split up. Ugly at first but now we are still friends, him still jealous and being a snippy bitch in Hollywood. And for good measure I hooked up with my best friend and took his popular champ-cock RAW and bragged about it to my rejected ex) My next BF after that too had a chip on his shoulder. A failed Hollywood wanna-be I followed him to the guts of the deep south, BIG MISTAKE! But BIG COCK, you know how it is! But once back on his home-turf where he was one of the most popular guys in town, he started acting like a rooster in charge of his hen... always accusing me of cheating while he planned 'business trips' with tricks from LA to meet him in Florida. Even caught him in the act as he boldly turned the situation around and viciously accused me of 'stalking me like a psycho'... (His father was a chronic womanizer who cheated on his mother with vigorous abandon, so you get the picture. I still like crazy Irish/Italians though. My ex and I became friends again later on) Which brings us to the larger picture: In 'traditional relationships' it is the man, the self-perceived 'alpha', who reserves the right of INFIDELITY for HIMSELF but IF she or the 'beta' does it - WATCH OUT - he/she/it better not dare. HE (the alpha, leading male) assumes HE can have a mistress (or in the gay world - tricks) but 'the lesser one' would be a whore, a tramp, one who has no right to question. Society and religion has spelled it out: "It is OK for the man to have so many wives, concubines, slave bitches and whatnot but SHE better not have BEEN WITH A MAN YET or she is going to get the ax... mind-frames from the bronze age, cobbled together righteousness like Henry VIII when he tired of a brood mare and wanted to trade up to the newer model... We all have basic mind-frames like that, as we slowly come to terms where we fit in as teenagers, gay or straight, possibly scripting PERFECT relationships, having expectations or accepting CONVENTIONALITY or discarding all that and go straight to being a gay tramp. My observation: in the gay world the popular ones get all the action, and the homely ones watch them jealously and call the successful hunters WHORES, SLUTS, TRAMPS and cock-block them from naive novices to the scene who eye the MAN-CANDY on the dance-floor with catty, bitter comments : "OH stay away from him. He gets around, I bet he has EVERY disease in the world!" I tried monogamy and that shit didn't work for me. It may work for some, in gay or straight relationships, but often it is all just a show for the outside world! My present effort at a relationship is a HYBRID SOLUTION: I was the former 'circuit boy' with an (undeserved/but eagerly accepted) slut reputation and he was the much younger nerdy-type who carried a 'secret'. The players in art school or the strippers in West Hollywood had pozzed him and he didn't know. He got deadly-sick while with me, fresh out of college, pretty bad! Almost killed him! Well and that's how I find out he preggered me. Well now I'm part of the brotherhood too! His looks (and weight) took a beating from the ordeal as it takes a long time to recuperate. NO SEX! It didn't even cross my mind! I caught him cheating (to validate himself he would explain later), discussing RAW SEX with strangers on apps! (conventional wisdom is BLOW UP and KICK HIM OUT) But no, realizing how monogamy often turns the ASEXUAL MONOTONY my man and I struck a deal. We stayed together, are now married and very loyal but SEX IS A SPORT!!! SKIN-ON-SKIN CONTACT SPORT! NO FEAR, NO LOATHING, NO HYPOCRISY, NO STRINGS ATTACHED! We hunt, cruise, sext and strategically plan alone and together, like a pack of wolves, or hunting buddies, scoring this buck and that one, a thrill-ride taken as often as the hard-on desires! And I love to watch him take pipe or breeding a player/trick/cum-dumpster. But don't expect to be there or be involved every time. He likewise basks in the glory of my candid slut-reportsand lives vicariously through me on days when I casually mention "OH, I had a lucky day! Was with THREE GUYS and took loads from all!" The deal we have was also this: "WE have licence to breed, fuck and do as opportunity knocks! And BAREBACK is expected. Everything else is bogus!"

Part 5 I didn't get up to much at work for quite a long time after that. I did get to fuck the HR guy a few more times though before he left to take up another job. I enjoyed every minute of fucking him - it was office sex at its horniest - he would pull his pants down below his arse and bend over a desk in a quiet corner of the office and I would fuck him bb from behind until I shot my load up his arse. It was also quite risky, although we only did it when we were fairly sure there was no one around, it was quite a big building and you could never be absolutely sure. Somehow this just made it more horny though and I missed our sessions when he left. I was also bored now and knew it was time to start looking for my next career opportunity. My next sexual encounter at work was about a year later when I was up in the West Midlands for work. I had to organise a project with another company and it took a lot of time and patience to get the project off the ground. My main contact with the other company was a guy called Daniel. He was about 30, quite small and slim with dark blond hair. I got on well with him - we shared a similar sense of humour and a similar sense of frustration with the way the project was going. We worked together quite intensively for about a week and finally we got there about 6pm on the day of our deadline. We were in a different part of the building to where we normally worked and I asked Dan where the toilet was. He said he would show me as he needed to go himself and he led me through the back office and down some stairs. We went into the toilet and pissed together at the urinal. I didn't really think anything was going to happen although we had flirted with each other a little and had talked about maybe going for a drink together when the project was finished. It soon became obvious that we had both finished pissing but neither of us moved. It was Dan who flashed his cock first and soon we were wanking together. We ended up in the cubicle and soon Dan was sucking my cock and I had my hand down the back of his pants, fingering his arsehole. He sucked me for a while and then he stood up. "I'd love to fuck you," I whispered. He shook his head, "Not here." he said. We arranged that he would come to my hotel which was nearby once he had finished up a few things at work and I went back there and had a shower. About half an hour later Daniel arrived in my room. He was obviously horny and he had my cock out of my pants and in his mouth almost as soon as he was in the door. He sucked me really well but I didn't want to cum too soon so I stopped him and pulled him up. I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down along with his pants. I sucked his cock for a while and then turned him round and he bent over. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue up his arse and he moaned. I rimmed him for a while and then stood up and began to rub the head of my cock against his wet arse hole and he moaned again. "I want to fuck you," I said. He nodded and then got up, reached into the pocket of his jacket and produced a condom. I took it without enthusiasm and he looked at me and asked if I had a problem using a condom. I said to be honest I prefer to fuck without one and he looked doubtful. "I don't know," he said "I don't normally...." his voice trailed off. I really wanted to fuck him - he had a really fit arse and I would have used the condom if he had really insisted. However I had learned that a surprisingly high number of "safe only" guys will fuck without a condom when they're really horny rather than miss out on a fuck and I decided to see if Dan was one of them. "It's ok," I said, "we don't have to fuck." He looked disappointed and hesitated for a moment before saying maybe we could do it without a condom for a little while. I said as long as he was ok with that and he nodded. I said I would pull out when he wanted me to and he nodded again. Soon he was kneeling up on the bed and I was pushing my bare cock into his tight arse. He groaned as I pushed right up him and began to fuck. I really enjoyed fucking him and I knew he was enjoying it too as I began to fuck him harder. I kept expecting he would ask me to pull out but he didn't and so I kept fucking him and soon I was getting close to cumming. I told him I was close but he didn't say anything and I kept fucking him. I was getting really close now and I told him I was about to cum. He didn't say anything. "Do you want me to pull out?" I asked and he shook his head. I thrust my cock up his arse a few more times and then I began to cum. As it happened, I hadn't cum for several days and I shot a really big load into his arse. When I had finished cumming I pulled out and he lay back on the bed. After a while he said "I'd better go." and reached for his pants and trousers and began to get dressed. Just as he was buttoning his shirt up his phone went and he answered it. I heard a male voice and Dan said he was just leaving work and wouldn't be long. "Boyfriend?" I asked and he nodded. A few months after this I was staying in a hotel in a town in the south of England for a conference and I woke up really early and couldn't get back to sleep. I went online but nothing was happening and then about 7am I got a message from a guy who was up for a quick fuck on his way to work and was quite happy to go bareback. He was in his early thirties, dark haired and quite stocky. I really liked his pictures (especially the one he sent of his hairy arse) and he seemed to like mine so we arranged that he would come to my hotel. I jumped in the shower and then went down to let him in. He was just as fit as his pictures suggested and was wearing a British Gas uniform which turned me on even more. He didn't have much time so he sucked my cock for a while and then pulled his pants down and bent over the bed. I pushed my cock up his arse and began to fuck him, his bright blue shirt pushed up his back, his white pants at his knees and his dark blue trousers at his ankles. His arse was very tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I lasted longer than I thought I would but soon I was shooting my load deep into his arse. I sucked him off and he came in my mouth and then he pulled his pants and trousers up and went off to work in his van. I was really turned on by the fact that he would be visiting customers all morning with my cum deep in his arse. Shortly after this my friend Rudi told me he was visiting a company to carry out a three day audit and he usually arrived before the staff in the morning, just as the young Polish cleaner was finishing his work. On the third morning Rudi decided to go in a bit earlier and got chatting to the cleaner. One thing led to another and they ended up in a back room with with the cleaner bent over with his pants down and Rudi fucking him bareback from behind and shooting a big load up his arse. Towards the end of last summer I was feeling even more bored and frustrated at work. In addition, they were sending me all over the place and I was tired of it. I was looking for a new opportunity but I knew that would take time. One afternoon I was in a really bad mood. I'd had a rotten day at work and decided to leave early. I was driving along the M4 back into London and stopped for a coffee at the service station. I wanted some distraction and went on line and to my surprise got messaged almost immediately. The guy who messaged me had a really nice big cock but he wasn't really my type - but he made it clear he was just looking for someone to fuck - no questions asked - and in the mood I was in that suited me just fine. He gave me directions to a unit on an industrial state on the edge of West London. He then said that another guy might join him if I was up for that. I said yeah, even though I had no idea what the other guy was going to be like. I didn't really care - I just needed to be fucked. I found the place and the guy let me into a small office. It was quite a smart modern office and seemed to be some kind of design company. There was no one else around and he shut the door and turned to me. He wasn't actually bad looking - he was quite stocky with a shaved head and was probably in his mid forties. He didn't waste any time though and soon had his cock out. It was, if anything, even bigger than it looked in the pictures he sent me and I wasted no time in taking it into my mouth. He let me suck him for a while and then told me he was ready to fuck. I pulled my trousers and pants down and bent over the desk and soon he was pushing his big bare cock right up my arse. I felt as if I was being split in two - I hadn't been fucked for a while and certainly not by anything this big. He began to fuck me as soon as his cock was up me and I gripped on to the desk and enjoyed one of the hardest fucks I had had in a long time. I was enjoying the fuck so much I had forgotten he had said that someone else might join us until I heard the door open behind us. I heard someone laughing and turned my head to see a young black guy who looked in his early twenties coming towards us. The guy with the shaved head kept fucking me as the black guy pulled his trousers and pants down to his knees and began to play with his cock. When it was fully hard he came towards me and pushed his cock into my mouth. I was really turned on now and even more so when, after a while, they changed places and the black guy pushed his cock up my arse and the shaven headed guy pushed the cock that had just been up my arse into my mouth. They spit roasted me until the black guy shot his load up my arse and pulled out and the shaven headed guy took over. I motioned to the black guy and he laughed and pushed his cock into my mouth. Before long the shaven headed guy had added his load to the black guy's and pulled out. I pulled up my pants and trousers and without a word the shaven headed guy held the door open. Soon I was back out in the sunshine with two loads of random cum in my arse. I had been well and truly used and I loved it. However I was also still very horny.... I knew my luck was in when, just as I got home, I got messaged by a guy I've met up with a few times asking me if I was up for a quick after work fuck. I really like this guy - he's in his mid thirties, a high flyer with some city law firm and always looked really smart and professional. He's also a right dirty fucker! He's got a partner but that doesn't stop him calling round now and then on his way home from work. He likes nothing more than having me suck his cock, lick his sweaty arse and then bend over to let him fuck me bareback and cum deep in my arse. He asked me if I was up for it and I said absolutely - if he didn't mind the fact that I already had two loads up me. He didn't mind - in fact it seemed to turn him on even more. When he arrived, he didn't waste any time - he told me to pull my pants down and bend over. I did as he asked and he began to feel my arse. "Fuck that's horny!" he said " I can feel the cum in your arse". I moaned as he unzipped his smart work trousers and within seconds his hard cock was pushing up my arse. He fucked me right there in the living room and before too long he shot his cum deep into my arse. He grinned, high fived me, stuffed his cock back into his pants and then left. I had now been fucked and loaded three times but I was still horny. I had a shower and something to eat and then decided I wanted more action so I drove up to Hampstead Heath. It was a warm summer evening and as soon as I got there I knew it was going to be busy. I made my way down to the fuck tree and, sure enough, there was lots going on with quite a few fit guys bent over the tree being fucked. I was still feeling really horny and I knew I wasn't in the mood to hold back. I watched the action for a while and soon I was bent over sucking the cock of a tall thin guy with glasses. I sucked him for a while and then he pushed his hand down the back of my pants. I pulled my pants down and turned my arse towards him and soon I was being fucked again. We were just beside the tree and he moved me round and bent me over the tree as he began to fuck me. I had fucked many guys over the fuck tree but I had never actually bent over it myself - until now. I had thought about it many times but had always pulled back from just bending over and letting anyone who wanted to fuck me just do it. The guy who was fucking me shot his load quite quickly and pulled out. I knew the sensible thing to do would be to get up at this point but I didn't want to. I stayed bent over and after a while I felt someone stepping up behind me. I didn't look round - I just bent forward as the guy pushed his cock into my arse and began to fuck. I was really turned on now - it could be anyone fucking me - I didn't know and I didn't want to know - I didn't care. I stayed bent over and let three more guys fuck me and load me up. I was getting sore now and it was getting a bit quiet around the tree so I stood up. I bent over to pull my pants up and as I did, I noticed a young lad with glasses who looked no more than 18 or 19 standing nearby. He moved hesitatingly towards me and then stopped. I pulled my pants down again and bent over the tree,. Nothing happened for a while and then he moved in behind me and I felt his cock pushing against my arse. I reached round and pulled my cheeks apart and he pushed his cock up my arse. After just about ten or twelve thrusts he groaned loudly and I knew I was about to get yet another load pumped up my unprotected arse. I shot my load against the tree as he shot his cum into my arse. My arse was gaping and cum was running down my legs as I pulled my pants up and made my way slowly back up towards the main path. The next day I was back at my desk looking smart and professional as ever. No one had any idea that my arse was wrecked and I had had to get up several times during the night to push more cum out of my arse. Part 6 to follow

I'd luv to see "All-American Guy-next-door" Mason Wyler make a comeback... something about his seduction by the dark-side is a huge turn-on for me!

I was prep and trained being a bottom and then went to a party / smoking tina - 9 Bear type guys had me !

Hope to see you there. If you are who I think you are you have fucked my ass at several of the Fukd parties and at steam works. As more of a pure bottom I like to be really clean. My default would be to douche as fully as you can before leaving home, eat light at dinner and if you can find a discreet washroom and a bottle of water do a quick touch up before going to Fukd. I avoid immodium as it can be really dehydrating. But a bit of pepto bismol early in the day can help for later. I had to attend a BBQ this week where it would have seemed weird if I wasn't eating. I did a light clean before leaving, ate a hamburger and one beer and then did a full cleaning later at steam works. Ended up taking one of the biggest cocks to ever fuck me with no problems! Good hunting!

Part 3: HAL HAS HIS WAY Jared’s phone vibrated as he walked up to Hal’s door. Another call from Ryan. He ignored it. He definitely didn’t want to talk to his friend right now… he wasn’t even sure if he still wanted to be friends. How could he be around someone who had rejected him completely, betrayed him even, like Ryan had? The truth was he didn’t feel much like socialising at all right now. Even with Hal who been so sweet last night. He HAD tried to cancel, but Hal had sounded so disappointed on the phone… so here he was. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The door opened and the first thing he saw was the smile. Definitely the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. And… he was suddenly glad he hadn’t cancelled. “Hey. I’m so glad you made it.” Hal said, ushering him in. He was wearing blue jeans that just seemed to magically rest on his hips and a black button up shirt that fit his body like a glove. The sleeves were rolled up about halfway up the forearm and the top button had come undone allowing a glimpse, just a tantalising glimpse, at that amazing chest. Hal pulled him into a warm hug and kissed him on the forehead. “Dinner will be ready in 10 or 15 minutes. Come into the kitchen with me.” Jared followed and watched, amazed, as Hal moved expertly around the kitchen. It felt so normal, like a real date. The kind that almost everyone he knew from Church and school had been going on for years. Not him though. Ryan had been the only other gay guy he had known about.. and Ryan, of course, had no interest in dating him. No. He wouldn’t think about Ryan. Not tonight. This beautiful man was being so kind, so amazing, to him. Tonight was about Hal. No one else. “Mind setting the table?” Hal smiled again. “Plates are in that cupboard and silverware is there.” Keep smiling like that to me and I will do anything for you, Jared thought to himself. The whole time they chatted easily, almost effortlessly, and Jared let himself relax. As they sat down to dinner, however, Hal pulled out a bottle and set it on the table. Damn, Jared thought. Wine. Alcohol. “I… um… don’t drink. I’m Mormon.” “Really? That’s too bad. I picked this up especially for you.” Hal seemed to think for a split second, then smiled again. That warm and disarming smile. “I know a little about Mormons. I don’t think they like gay guys that much do they?” “No. I guess not.” “So, you told me yesterday that you want to have sex with a guy someday. If you are willing to do that then surely a little wine can’t be THAT terrible, can it?” Jared had heard the argument before. But when Hal said it — with his beautiful, kind smile — it just made sense to him. And he really didn’t want to seem too awkward to his new friend. “I guess not.” Hal poured half a glass and handed it to him. “Just try a little, if you don’t like it we’ll find something else for you.” Jared nodded. “Cool. A toast then.” Hal poured himself a glass as well and raised it. “To the cutest guy in town.” Jared blushed. Could Hal really like him? Really? His hand trembled a bit as he brought the glass to his lips. This was a line he thought he would never cross, a rule he would never break. But he allowed a little of the wine to flow into his mouth. And he wanted to gag. People actually liked this stuff? Ugh. “You ok?” Hal asked. “Um. Yeah. Just didn’t taste like I thought it would. It’s good.” Jared lied. If dinner had smelled good, it tasted even better. Jared even managed to drink his wine. Although his stomach had almost turned when Hal poured him a second glass of the horrible stuff. It was his own fault, he told himself, he was the one who had lied. God was clearly punishing him for that lie. They cleared the table and did dishes together, their bodies close together over the sink. Jared could picture them doing this together for the rest of their lives. He tried to shake himself out of it — it was too early for such thoughts — but it seemed so real to him. And he liked the thought… maybe he could pretend. Just for tonight. He was almost disappointed when the dishes were done. “Why don’t you have a seat on the sofa and I’ll get us something to drink.” Jared found his way to the living room and took a seat. He felt a little flushed and light headed. So this is what drunk felt like. Didn’t feel so bad so far. Soft music started playing and he turned around to see Hal putting a remote down. He didn’t realise, of course, that the remote had also turned on the video cameras around the room. Hal handed him what looked like orange juice. “Try this, I think you’ll like it more than the wine.” Jared took a sip and smiled. He could taste the bitter undertone of some kind of alcohol but the orange juice made the drink very palatable. This was more like it. He took a big drink, almost emptying the glass. Hal sat down close to him on the sofa and put his arm around him. Jared rested against the beautiful man’s chest. Oh! This was amazing. Between the music, the alcohol, and Hal’s warm and fit body — well, it was all just so… perfect. Fingers rested on his chin, lifting his face up. Hal’s lips met his and they kissed. Hal’s tongue slipped, teasingly, into his mouth. A little moan escaped Jared’s lips. “You are so amazing.” Hal whispered. “You are so special.” Hal’s hand rested on his back, holding their bodies close. Jared didn’t think his cock had ever been so hard. He tried not to look but Hal’s cock was obviously hard as well. Hal raised Jared’s hand and placed it on his pec. The twink couldn’t believe how excited it made him feel. He was sweating just a little. Their lips met again; Hal’s hand slowly slid down his back. So slowly it was almost unnoticeable. But Jared noticed. Should I stop it? He asked himself. I don’t want to let things get out of hand. He was saving himself for the guy he would spend the rest of his life with. But, right now, it just felt so good. Hal felt so good. Maybe, this is the man he would be with forever? “You are so beautiful, Jared. I think I may love you already.” Jared swooned. Could it be true? It must be… why would Hal say it otherwise? His doubts slipped away and he said a little silent prayer to Heavenly Father to thank him. Hal’s fingers slipped into the waist band of his jeans. Grazing his butt. Jared shivered at the gentle caress of fingers on a part of him that had never been touched this way before. He let his own hand drift down. From Hal’s chest, down his abs, to rest over the straining bulge in the virile man’s jeans. He could feel the warm throbbing flesh through the denim. He didn’t realise his fingers were moving in sync with Hal’s fingers on his butt. “Take it out.” Hal whispered. Jared’s fingers were shaking as he fumbled with the button and zipper. A still, small voice in his head said to slow down. Stop. But he didn’t slow down. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. The shaft rose to freedom as the containing zipper was pulled away. Jared had gotten a bit of a look in the sauna but now… now his fingers wrapped eagerly around it. The first cock he had ever touched besides his own but his hand instinctively started stroking. Then… Gasp! Hal’s fingers slipped into his crack and touched him… down there. In that most sensitive spot. He hadn’t even noticed own belt and jeans being unfastened. A fluid, white or perhaps slightly yellow, dripped from the hard cock in his hand. He had heard of pre-cum, even if didn’t produce much himself, but it didn’t look quite like he expected. Still, what else could it be? Hal broke their kiss and put his hand on the back of Jared’s head. “Taste it.” It wasn’t a request but Jared didn’t mind. He liked when Hal was assertive, in control. He felt no need to worry or resist. Just relax and go with the flow. And so he allowed the hand on the back of his head guide him to lean over Hal’s lap. Until he faced the big cock. The strange fluid dripping down the shaft. He parted his lips and cock became the first ever to enter his mouth. New smells, tastes, sensations filled him. He needed more. His mouth began working up and down the solid pillar. “Teeth.” Hal hissed. He did his best to keep his teeth off the cock. A cock that seemed even thicker in his mouth that it had in his hand. But he was doing it! He was a cocksucker now… and he felt, strangely, proud of that. He couldn’t see Hal lean back and give a thumbs up to the camera or point to his ass… mouthing “Next!” with an evil smile. He could only feel as Hal’s fingers again caressed his butt, his crack, his sphincter. Gently circling. Feeling like it would push through only to dance away. It was driving him crazy. He wanted to beg Hal to do it… but he couldn’t talk with him mouth so full. Jared wasn’t sure how long he sucked the dick. But his lips, his tongue, his mouth were all coated with the dripping fluid he assumed was pre-cum. A fair amount had even worked it’s way down his throat even though there was no way he could go far enough on the cock for it to even approach his throat. Finally, Hal gently lifted his head off his cock. “Let’s go lay down.” This was it. Jared knew it was the moment. He was going to surrender his virginity to this man. But it was ok. They loved each other. This was the man he was going to be with forever. Hal helped him to stand. Jared’s jeans and underwear fell to the floor. His shirt followed. He was completely naked while Hal was still dressed, albeit with his cock still out of his jeans. Hal took his hand and led him to the bedroom. The music was playing in here as well. And, unbeknownst to Jared, Hal turned off the living room cameras and turned on the bedroom ones. Their lips met again while Hal gently laid Jared on the bed and laid atop him. Grinding their crotches together. It felt good. So good. But Jared was ready now. Ready for the next step. Ready to surrender his most precious gift to the man he felt he now loved. “Please, Hal. Please make love to me.” “Say it again. Say it louder.” “Please make love to me.” “It’s going to hurt. The first time. But I will be as gentle as i can.” Hal smiled one of his warm smiles. He was lying, of course, he was going to rough up this hole good. All the better to “impregnate” the bitch… but this naive slut-to-be didn’t need know that. He rolled Jared over. He kissed the twink’s body and moved slowly down. His lips kissing, teasing, his prey’s neck. His shoulders. Back. Butt. Then, ever so gently (so as not to spook the bitch), the warm hole. Like any good bottom, touched for the first time, a quake of pleasure ran through Jared’s whole body. The tongue on his hole was so unexpected… but felt sooooo good. The fingers that followed, that slowly pried his hole open, didn’t feel as good. But he understood he needed to be opened a bit for the big dick that was about to enter him. Claim him. Hal lifted Jared so he was on elbows and knees with his face flat to the bed. Hal’s fingers spread lube on his hole. Almost time. Jared watched as Hal lubed his cock… “Wait… aren’t you going to use a condom?” Jared turned to face the man he was giving himself to. “Why? You don’t have anything I should worry about, do you?” “No, no… I don’t have anything.” “Good. This is our first time. I want this to be special. The first time of many. I want to feel myself inside you. You trust me, don’t you?” Jared knew he should say no. Insist on a condom. But he was so horny, so relaxed from the alcohol. He just couldn’t bring himself to argue. “I trust you.” He returned to the pose Hal wanted him in. The cock slipped up his crack. And down. Back and forth. Teasing his hole. One of Hal’s hands on his hip, holding him tight. Pressure. This was it. It was time to… The sound that burst out of Jared was primal. Barely human. Hal’s second hand wrapped around his mouth, muffling the cry. Every muscle in his body wanted to move. Get away from the pain. But Hal held him tight. “Shhhh, baby. It’s ok. Just relax. You are going to love this. I promise. This is something that will be with you for the rest of your life.” Jared did his best, but his body kept trying to move despite his best efforts. Hal’s firm control succeeded in holding him in place, however, as the cock slid slowly deeper and deeper. He didn’t know how long it took, but he was startled when he felt Hal’s thighs resting against his butt. His lover’s cock was all the way in. Balls deep. He had surrendered himself completely. Hal’s cock pulled back. And thrust in again. And again. And again. It still hurt, more than any other pain Jared could remember, but at the same time it felt… good? Natural? Right? Like he was complete in a way he had never felt before. He didn’t notice as his body began thrusting back. Begging without words for Hal to fill his hole with cock. To make him whole. “Your hole is so tight. You feel so good.” Hal said. Strangely loudly as if for someone else to hear. “How do you feel?” “I feel… amazing!” “You like that big cock, then? You like it fucking your boy pussy?” Hal sounded less gentle, less loving now. The wording threw Jared a little. It seemed so raunchy. So coarse. But it was true. And he liked it. He liked Hal talking to him this way. “Yes, I love you fucking me.” “Good boy. I’m getting close. You ready? You want it?” “Yes… please. Cum in me.” Hal smiled in triumph. He thrust again. Hard. Driving the breath out of Jared’s lungs. Again. And again. And… His body shook as his balls drew up and fired his deadly load into the no-longer virgin hole. He shifted forward, his body pressing Jared flat into the bed, his cock still buried deep. Keeping his cum inside to do it’s job. Jared wanted to stoke his own cock but it was trapped beneath his own body. He thought Hal would pull out after a moment… but was amazed that the cock inside him stayed mostly hard. He tried to catch his breath but it was hard with Hal’s weight on him. Slowly Hal began moving again. Thrusting again. Fucking him again. Even harder than the first time. “Who’s my little bitch?” Hal hissed. “I am. I’m your bitch.” “Fuck yeah!” Hal lasted longer the second time. Thrusting hard. Merciless. All the while whispering nasty things in Jared’ ear. But eventually, he came again. When he finally rolled off and lay next to Jared, the twink’s hole was aching. But he was still so horny. Jared reached to stoke his own cock. He needed to burst. But Hal pulled him in close and began kissing him again. Jared found himself in another position where he couldn’t reach his cock. Jared thought they would fall asleep, spend the night together. After awhile however, of holding each other and kissing, Hal rolled off the bed. “That was amazing.” The taller man said. “You are amazing.” Jared smiled and blushed. “You too. I’m so glad you were my first.” He wanted to, finally, stroke his own cock.. .which was jutting up from his crotch demanding attention. But it felt awkward now that Hal was standing. “I’m glad too, I had a really good time… but I have to go out of town for work tomorrow. Best call it a night.” “Oh. Ok.” Jared stood up, confused, and followed Hal out to the living room. He found his discarded clothes and dressed. “Is everything ok? Did I do something wrong?” “No, you were great. If I didn’t have such a crazy day tomorrow I would definitely have you stay over. We will do this again when I’m back, ok?” There was something… off-putting… about the way that Hal was speaking. Distant. Less affectionate. Jared didn’t know what to say, or what to think, so he let Hal usher him out the door. Hal couldn’t help but laughing after he kicked the twink out. That had gone even better than he expected. But it had taken longer than expected as well. It was already midnight. He had promised his subscribers some footage by 11. He did some quick editing and put a short teaser video out of some of the key moments of Jared’s seduction. “As promised, there is one less virgin — Mormon no less — and one new boipussy-in-the-making tonight. Here are some key scenes. Just a preview tonight.. more coming in the morning." It didn’t take long for his subscribers to start commenting. “More!” “I hope you pozzed him up good.” “I thought he would balk when he saw your gono dick. Don’t think the bitch knew what he was looking at. lol.” “You going to breed him again? I think he’s in love with you.” Hal leaned back in his chair. He would definitely fuck the boi again. He wanted to make sure the boi got his gift…. but that gonorrhoea would show up in a week or two. And the bitch was going to freak out. Still he had time to fuck him, and fuck with his head, one more time before he dumped the stupid fucker. NEXT: RYAN GETS MORE, JARED GETS DESPERATE

I love getting fucked through a glory hole. Unfortunately I am tall and it is difficult because generally the glory holes are cut in the wrong position for me. Still, I'm glad some men like the anonymity. It really doesn't matter what the top or bottom looks like, his age, etc. The top has a cock that needs an asshole and I have an asshole that needs a cock. Too bad some people play the "you're not good enough for me" game in person. They just look right through the guy on the other side. I don't understand the arrogance. Your cock (or ass) will love it. Just do it.

Wednesday Work I got to work and sat in my chair and loaded up the project for the day. My hand idle scratches my chest. Grabbing a bottle of water I began sipping it through the morning. The bitter taste was now welcome and delicious now. I loved swallowing it, before I knew it the first bottle was finished and empty. Gathering all my fortitude I buckled down and focused on the task at hand. Luckily everything was routine and while I was distracted I as able to get through all I needed to get through before lunch time came. My cock was hard and tenting my dress pants. Fuck I was horned up. Since I hadn’t brought any lunch I figured I would head out and grab a bite from one of the nearby cafes. I grabbed by keys and hopped in my car heading out for food. My ass gave a twitch against my suit pants and I moaned. As if of its own accord I was back at the porn shop. Before I knew what I was doing I was out of the car and walking through the door. The Cashier was back behind the counter and smiled at me. “Hey buddy how is everything working out for ya?” “Pretty good thanks, can I get some change for the back?” I asked as I handed him a 20 Smiling with a wink he handed me back my change and I went to the back room. There seemed to be a lot of guys back there , apparently I wasn’t the only one going for a lunch time wank. I usually just go into the first booth I see open but none were open until I got about halfway back. Ducking in quick I fed 5$ into the machine and started up some porn. Opening my fly I reached in and pulled out my cock, moaning as a drop of precum leaked out the front. My other hand rubbed all over my chest rubbing my nipples through my dress shirt. Sweat started to break out on my forehead and I got worried. In order not to get my shirt all wet I took it off and hung it on the hook. Fuck it was hot in here. My hand scratched my furry chest pinching my nipples. Lifting my arms I sniffed my pit and my tongue stretched out licking the sweat. Fuck it tasted so good, another moan left my lips my cock now slick with precum a I was jacking it. The porn on the screen showed a fuck hot guy in a sling getting pounded by a big hairy fucker. My ass twitched and spasmed as I watch the huge cock pound into the guy in the slings hole. His body arched and glistened. Smooth and pale, covered in tattoos and pierced nipples. Just as I was getting close I heard the door to my booth open and turned around in a panic. Holy fuck how had I forgot to lock it. Standing there was the cashier smiling at me. Moving quickly he moved into the booth with me and closed the door locking it. Wondering what he was going to do I stood there stock still. Coming to me he grabbed my hands off my cock and bent my right arm behind my head. Burying his face in my sweaty pit I felt his tongue make a long flat hot swipe, licking the salty mix. Grabbing my chin roughly he turned my head and stared into my eyes. My mouth hung open, I had never done anything with a guy physically before. Taking advantage of my pose his spit at my, landing most of it in my mouth. I taste my sweat and his spit and swallowed. Nodding with a knowing smile he sank to a squat and took my cock in his mouth. HOLY FUCK my wife never gave head this was amazing. My back arched in began thrusting into him. In no time I had built back to where I was, sweat dripping from me I began to shudder and spasm. My body rocked by another amazing orgasm, 8 shots of cum erupted from my cock into the cashier’s mouth. Finally it stopped and I stood there feeling drained. The cashier stood up and stepped right next to me and pulled me close. His hands grabbed my hair and bent my head slightly back, his mouth hovered over mine, barely touching. My mouth breathing escaping form my open mouth. Still staring into my eyes he open his mouth and let my cum drip into me. My eyes were wide as saucers as e spit my load back into me. Once he has it all out his hand came up and closed my mouth. “Swallow”……….and I did

Monday Dinner Dinner was soon served and I dug in. Somehow that jog had made me extremely hungry. I tucked in like it was my last meal. “So, Tom mentioned you drank my water by mistake before the run. How did you like the supplements?” I blushed slightly thinking about what had happened in the shower and nodded. “Seems like they work pretty well, definitely made me run a bit faster, and sweat a ton more than usual." “Yeah Tom loves when I use 'em, saying we get a much better workout. Only issue is they tend to make you fucking horny as all hell so we usually fuck like rabbits when we get home.” I nearly choked on the wine I was sipping, sputtering and trying to catch my breath. Tom gave Mike an unspoken reprimand, although it was accompanied with a smile. “ It is true something about all that sweat on my man and of course how hungry those things make his hole, just makes me want to fuck his brains out. I'm actually getting hard just thinking about it. Want some more wine?” Without waiting for my response Tom half stood to top me off. I couldn’t help but look and see his half hard cock outlined in the shorts he was wearing. My eye glued to his bulge I watched it give a noticeable twitch before he sat back down. Mike leaned in close to my ears asking me if I liked the view. So caught off guard was I that I dropped my fork and gave a startled yelp. Before thinking about it I reached down to pick it up and felt the borrowed shorts slip down a bit. I heard a slight chuckle from Mike as I straightened up and resumed eating our meal. The conversation went back to a more normal topic after that: lawn care and what not, which movies are out. So, the rest of dinner passed with no more surprises and I was about to go home when Mike asked if I wanted to accompany them the next day for another run. “Ill even make you some of my supplements to use. In fact, here, take these two bottles I already prepared. I usually take one at night again and then one in the morning and the third just before I go for a run. Since you are just starting it I would wait and just take one in the morning.” "Thanks," I said as I left, extending my goodbyes to Tom and Mike. On the way home I thought about the two water bottle and my shower earlier, and as I walked into the house I thought about Mike’s instructions and said to myself 'Fuck it. I can handle whatever he is doing', and before I could think twice I downed one of the bottles. The same bitter taste assaulted my tongue and I grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge to get rid of it. Fuck that tasted good. Then I remembered my earlier plans and my cock got hard. Remembering hot it was before I walked into the garage. It was night and the only light was from the security flood lights form Tom and Mike’s house. Stripping off the borrowed clothing, I stood there in Mike’s sweat blue jock. Suddenly a rush of sweat broke out over my body and my hands moved on their own, twisting and pulling my nipples, rubbing the front of the jock. On instinct I stepped out of the jock and poured some poppers into the pouch, bringing it to my nose it smelled amazing, fresh sweat and poppers, fuck my cock was rock hard. I lay on the floor and started to work my hand up and down the shaft. Leaving the jock draped across my face the smell of seat and poppers making me moan. My left hand drifted and move towards my ass. Sweat started pouring from my body and I took another hit from the popper bottle, and another, and another six hits and I was moaning. The smells and sensations, the dirt and grit digging into my back my finger inched toward my hole and I surrendered to the feelings. Plunging three fingers in, I moaned and writhed in pleasure. The jock slipped in my mouth and I taste the balls sweat. Sucking on it like a baby I drank his the salt mix. My finger moved furiously in my ass, again a fourth was added with little resists. Fuck I wanted more, looking around the garage I was in a haze, my eye fell on my wife’s tennis racket and a sick thought entered my mind. Not caring I grabbed it and slathering it with the precum leaking form my as and the worked it in. Fuck it felt great. I ended up with my feet on the window sill to get the angle right and started fucking my ass with her racket, moaning and jerking my cock, sweat dripping down me I started to get closer and closer. Fuck this felt so good I never wanted to stop, my hand became a blur and all thought of edging left my mind as the orgasm came upon me. Volleys of cum shot from my cock, landing on my face and chest, eight shots in total. My body went slack, the jock covering my face was spotted with my cum and before I knew it I was shoving it in my mouth adding the taste my own jizz to the mélange of sweat and ass. Shuddering I remove the tennis racket from my ass and dragged myself out of the garage and upstairs. I got in the shower to rinse of and felt my sore ass, sticking a finger in my hole I hissed in combined pleasure and pain as I thought to myself 'Damn I hope I haven't done any damage'. Exhausted I dragged myself to bed and fell dead asleep until the alarm clock went off.

Nothing better than having multiple guys' piss mixed in a tank or bag then having several pigs share the enema, take it in, hold it as long as possible (brew it!) and then take turns blowing it out onto and into each other's mouths! If done toward the end of a sicko sex weekend chances are the chempiss will be nasty as hell and contain lots of chunks of sewage, fecal slime, loads of jizz and god knows what. It comes out hot and slimey and is great for literally wallowing, smearing, and reaching the ultimate gesture of brotherhood being shared and celebrated.

Sorry for the delay in posting the next and final chapter... Here you go. Can't wait to hear your thoughts... I stood there watching as my boyfriend bounced up and down on Jean's huge hard cock. He was grunting with pleasure as he lowered himself hard against Jean's crotch and pulled himself off, again and again. Jean was guiding him by tweaking hard on my boy's nipples. They were moaning back and forth in French, and I couldn't understand a word. My boy threw his head back and rode Jean's cock and then raised himself up and pulled off. He opened his eyes and saw me standing there dumbstruck. He walked over to me as his hard cock bounced up and down. He wrapped his arms around me and stuck his tongue in my mouth. “Please. I want this. I NEED this!” His hands worked down to my pants, and he unzipped, allowing my now-hard cock to plop out. “We NEED this.” He drew me to where Jean was laying, milking his hard slimy raw dick. It wasn't until my boy pushed my face down into Jean's crotch and I smelled my boy's ass juices that I even realized they had been fucking bare. There was a bit of foamy cum puddled at the base of his cock; It must have been my morning's load having worked its way out with Jean's fucking. I knew it was totally wrong, and maybe a bit dangerous to be playing with this guy who had just lost his lover to AIDS. But it felt so good to be sharing this incredible experience with my boyfriend that I decided to just go with it. My boy wriggled my pants down and Jean pulled my shirt over my head, forcing my tongue to bathe his huge sweaty balls. I ran my hands all over his burly furry chest until my fingers came in contact with his over-sized nipples. He must have been into clamps or something they were so big. My boy pushed me forward until I could chew on Jean's nipples. “Plus sévère! Harder!,” Jean shouted as he forced my face into his chest. My boy was spreading my cheeks. I was always a top with him, and he never paid any attention to my ass at all. It felt great as he pulled my cheeks apart and dove his tongue into my hole. When Jean had had enough of my nipple play, he shoved my face down to his crotch. I swallowed his stick uncut member as deeply as I could, lapping my own cum off his pubes. My boy inserted a finger or two and started loosening my ass up just the way I usually loosened his. I was groaning as Jean held my face down on his dick. He pulled me up again and yanked my legs so that they were alongside him and my ass was an inch over his drooling cock. Jean shouted something in French to my boy that must have been “Put it in his hole!” My boy eased my ass lower until Jean's cock was right at my asshole. My boy was egging me on, encouraging me to take this stranger's bare cock in my ass. “You gonna take his dick? Gonna take his raw load? Gonna milk that cock until he cums?” My head spun, and I saw stars as Jean lurched forward until the head of his cock was splitting me in two. My boy lowered his face to my ass so that he could drool on and lick Jean's cock as it disappeared into my gut. Jean fucked me hard for a few minutes until my legs started to give out. I leaned forward and Jean grabbed my head, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I could feel my face burning as his stubble ground into my sensitive skin. I heard my boy's phone snap as he must have been taking photos of my ass full of raw French cock. He kept snapping as he came up behind me and eased his dick up against my hole. I realized he meant to fuck me alongside Jean! I knew there was no was to protest but I let out a muffled groan into Jean's mouth as my boy speared my ass. They double-fucked me until I was crying in pain. My boy came first, jamming his dick as far into me as it would go. The extra wetness in my ass helped the pain and he then plopped out as Jean jack-hammered into me until he too lost his load, breeding me deep. I pulled off of Jean and collapsed onto the rug. My boy snapped a few pics of their cum running out of my ass and onto the priceless rug. Jean scooped me up, naked in his arms as he kissed my boy hard. “So glad you two were able to make it today. I was afraid you might, how do you say, chicken out.” I figured out that my boyfriend had planned the whole thing. He had wanted me to take this guy's load and had planned the whole weekend just so it would seem like chance. As their loads leaked out of my slack hole, Jean carried me up the stairs and through a gallery into a bedroom. I heard the sound of machines clicking and beeping. There, in a huge canopy bed, hooked up to machines, was a shadow of a man close to death. I knew at once that this must be Jean's lover. I had thought that he was dead, but I realized that Jean had never actually said so, only that his lover had AIDS. Jean laid me down next to his sleeping lover and crawled on top of me. My boyfriend climbed into the bed on the other side and removed the man's oxygen mask and kissed him gently. The man woke up and Jean caressed him and unbuttoned his pyjamas. Together, they pulled down the sheets and Jean swallowed the man's cock. It felt tender and beautiful to be so close to such an intimate moment between lovers running out of time. My boy kissed gently down the man's gaunt frame and joined Jean lapping at his lover's hardening dick. He was at death's door but had no problem getting hard. It was one thing to get double-fucked by this dying man's lover and my boyfriend, but I felt really strange, and very horny, watching these two tongue-bathe a diseased AIDS cock. When the man was fully hard and oozing precum, my boy lapped up a pearl of clear juice and crawled over to me, feeding it to me. I realized that I had toxic precum in my mouth and nearly fainted. I was reeling as my boy swiped some of the man's juice and began rubbing it into his own ass. Jean helped my boy straddle the dying man's body and aimed his lover's bare cock into my boyfriend's quivering ass. It was the third dick my boyfriend had taken that day, and it slipped in easily. My boy lowered himself all the way onto his dick and moaned with pleasure. I heard the machines beeping faster and faster as the old man's heartbeat quickened. My boyfriend leaned forward to kiss the dying man, now gulping for breath without his oxygen. Jean crawled up behind my boyfriends's ass and licked up and down his crack. Jean fisted his cock to full hardness and slipped in into my boyfriend's ass. My boyfriend whimpered as he took those two cocks. I was mesmerized knowing he had an old man's POZ cock bare in his hole. Jean was crying out as he fucked my boy harder and harder, pumping his hips into my boy's body. He went in balls deep and let his load go, filling my boy's ass with his seed. The old man gasped as he too lost his POZ load. They were a sweaty pile of arms and legs, tangled in the sheets. They separated as I came to my senses. I had just watched my boy knowingly take a POZ load. Jean spoke in French as my boy replaced the man's mask and the machines whirred back to normal. My boy nodded. Jean turned to me and said, “Thank you for allowing that to happen. Both of you two will carry on our line for years to come.” I didn't fully comprehend until later that Jean was also POZ. He had also been fucked by the rent boys who had been fucking his lover. I wound up taking his load again once after I had figured it out what had happened and why we were really there. After all, my boy had two POZ loads simmering in his hole and I wanted to even the score. Driving back to our hotel that night, we both had toxic loads leaking out of our asses. My boy explained to me that Jean and his lover were actually his clients, and that taking their loads meant a great deal of money for his firm and for us as well. My boy explained to me that Jean was on meds and I was likely not going to catch anything from him. My boy had not wanted to expose me to any real risk of becoming POZ. He had taken that role for himself as the old man likely had a very high viral load. He asked if we should go on PEP medication, and we decided against it. We would let nature run its course, just as it had for Jean and his lover.

Part 4... Moments later, we arrived at the house. We got out one by one. Jack helped me out of the truck as Chet's fucking had left me weak at the knees and dripping POZ cum down my leg. My boy raced around the car, grabbed my head, and kissed me hard. He reached around behind me and felt my gooey hole. He flipped me around and pressed me onto the hood of the car, right there in the driveway, parted my ass cheeks, and dove in, lapping at Chat's toxic cum as it dripped out of my used hole. He had NEVER rimmed me before and his tongue only made my knees weaker. Chet and Sam lifted me up and laid me down on my back on the hood of the car. My boy climbed up beside me and matched my position. He pulled his legs up and I matched him. Sam crouched by my ass and started lapping as Chet dove into my boy's hole. Jack and Kevin stood by as my boy and I took center stage. Jack peeled Kevin's tight t-shirt over his hairless muscled chest and then pulled down his shorts. Without underwear, Kevin's massive hard uncut cock and huge balls sprang into view. Jack immediately dropped to his knees and started swallowing him to the balls. My boy and I both gasped as our holes were teased by fingers and tongues. “Let's bring this party inside, gentlemen. It's getting cold out here,” murmured Jack, between gulps of Kevin's cock. The two poz studs going to town on me and my boy's hole practically threw us over their shoulders and dragged us inside. Somehow, we managed to make it upstairs to Jack's master bedroom and became a tangle of sweaty bodies, juicy cocks, and sticky precum. After a few minutes of fumbling, Jack, myself, and my boy wound up on our knees with our asses hanging over the foot of the bed. Kevin lined up behind Jack, Sam behind me, and Chet behind my boy. Kevin aimed his dick at Jack's ass as Sam and Chet speared me and my boy. The sounds of man-sex filled the room as the tops did their work. After a few minutes of pounding, Sam pulled out asking, “Think these guys can fuck as hard as they like to get fucked?” “Let's find out!” growled Jack. We all switched places as Jack filled Kevin with his manhood, and I sunk all the way into Sam with one thrust. My boy, who had never topped to my knowledge, thrust into Chet and jackrabbited his ass like a pro. I As I plowed into Sam, I got super hard knowing my boy and I were fucking POZ guys. It then dawned on me that we didn't know Kevin's status. I wondered how well Jack knew this young stud hammering away at his hole. I got my answer. “Fuck me, Kev. Fuck your old man. Fill me up!!!!” Holy shit! Kevin was Jack's SON. “Fill me up with your POZ seed!” Fuck. I was watching a POZ son fuck his own dad!!! “Your son!?!?” shouted Sam, holding his ankles as I fucked him as hard as I could. “I want a crack at that dick!” I pulled out and switched places with Kevin. He slammed in Sam's bare hole as I slid into my boss's guts. Kevin had still not spoken a word, but grunted and growled as he fucked Sam like a pro. “Give it to me. Give me your load,” Sam shouted. “No, I want it!” shouted my boy. He pulled out of Chet and laid down on top of him, ass prone and ready for Kevin. Having taken two poz studs' loads already, it was time for a third's. Kevin pulled out of Sam and thrust into my boy. Three strokes later, he was creaming my boy's hungry hole, shooting his toxic load deep. “Fuck yeah,” he finally grunted. “Want my dad's load too?” “Hell yeah. I want all of their loads.” My boy, what a cum pig. One by one, all of the guys finished off inside my boy. I was so hard I thought my dick would explode. With his hole awash in cum, I slid in last. His hole was sloppy, used, and raw. I knew I wouldn't last long and added my load to his hole in a few frenzied thrusts. As I pulled out, Jack dove into my boy's ass. He lapped up a mouthful of jizz, slid up my boy's sweaty boy, and dripped it, glob by slimy glob, into his gaping mouth. Kevin leaned in and the three of them shared a lewd cummy kiss. With a mouthful of POZ and NEG mixed cum, Kevin started lapping at his father's ass. “Think it will take this weekend, son?” Kevin grinned for a few moments before smiling and saying, “The weekend as only just started. There's lots more to cum.” To be continued?