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PART 3 It was dark in there, so I could not see who was doing me, but wow, did it feel good. Had to be the best bj I had ever had and my cock was stiff as steel and loving it. It was so good, I would not have stopped it if I wanted to. I was getting closer and closer to cumming. I could feel the tingle in my balls and was thrusting my hips at the mouth on me. I wanted that release, and needed it badly now. A couple of more minutes and I felt it. My cock started to throb and spurt after spurt of cum erupted into the waiting mouth. It was so intense and whoever was down there was definitey swallowing my spunk for sure and then I felt a finger ram up my ass and I erupted even more. Then I passed out again. I woke up again, wondering if I had had a dream or something. I started to raise up off of the bed I was on to discover that, no it had not been all a dream anyway as my shorts were in my hand. I quickly put them on and struggled to get up off of the bed. I was still pretty much out of it I guesss. I kind of staggered down the hall into the living room and the same 4 guys were still there. The game was still on so I could not have been out long at all. I took my seat again to find out that there was still a couple of minutes left in the game. I started to watch it and without thinking I reached out an picked up my drink. I was kind of dry so just gulped it before I realized what I was doing, but being already pretty drunk, it didn't seem to be a problem. A few minutes went by and the game over, finally with one team winning by a FG. I had to go pee again. I, again, staggered badly down the hall to the toilet and was only able to just drop my shorts, which fell to my feet and 'drain my radiator' LOL It was almost impossible for me to ben over an pull my shorts back up, so I stepped out of them and then picked them up and looking to see if anyone was in the hall, moved as quickly as I could to the bedroom, where I though maybe sitting down I could get them on. As I sat down, though, I fell over and again passed out. Could not have been very long though. As I came around again, I felt a new sensation. My shorts were still off, but not my legs seemed to be in the air somewhat and something wet was tickling the hell out of my ass. I could not remember feeling anything like this before and was somewhat surprised that my cock was up hard as a rock and was really tingling without being touched. It was still too dark to see who was down there, but I was feeling so good I didn't want it to stop so I didn't say anything. Whoever was doing this to me was, it seemed mighty good at it, as it went on and on, feeling so good. Never in my life had this been done to me and I had no idea anything like that could feel like this. It soon became apparent to me that whoever it was was using their tongue to make me feel like this. I just laid back and enjoyed it. My hole was being licked and slobbered on and at times it seemed like the tongue was actually pushing into my hole. It was fantastic and I was in rapture almost. Then I felt what something a little different. It seemed like maybe a finger was rubbing my hole also. It felt great too and at times seemed to probe a little into my hole along with the tongue. It was driving me crazy with lust for sure.

I haven't posted in awhile so I wanted to get back on line and tell you about my latest fun. I have had various holes recently and have spread my DNA but yesterday was great. I was horny as hell and got up early on a Sunday morning. I was online and get an email from a guy that seems to been close to me. We chat a bit and he opens up his pics. Damn! This guy is in his 20's all muscled up. 6'1 muscles everywhere. And an ass OMG bubble butt that looks like it was made for dick. He was posing on the bed in the picture with his ass hanging out and his hairy legs and feet facing the camera. My cock got hard right away. I wanted that ass and wanted it bad! I opened up my pics but didn't really expect much. I am a dad, just a regular guy that is always horned up and looking to breed ass. I get a reply and he asks if I can text him as he is not a member of the site. I reach out to him and he says he needs dad dick and cum up his hole. Can I cum over now? FUCK YES> I'm there in 10 minutes and the door is open. I go inside and he is on the bed with his ass hanging over and his feet hanging over. OMG just like the picture! I go over to him dropping my pants as I walk. My cock is so hard. He is so horny he is moaning with anticipation. I walk up to him and my cock comes in contact with his hole. We both let out a moan from the connection. We adjust ourselves and my cock slips inside his ass. Feels so good. I am grabbing his hips and thrusting and pumping for all I'm worth. He said he didn't have much time but I hated to rush it. I reach over and grab his shoulders and push him back as my cock goes deeper. Damn, this boy knows how to take dick. He is pushing back as I am fucking in. His ass is wet and warm. He is moaning and groaning and I pound his hole. I'm lost in the feeling and my cock starts to spasm. I'm cumming and shooting deep inside him. I push myself as deep as possible. I love to cum and get my cock deep inside a hole when I cum. I explode inside him spraying his insides with my load. It feels like I'm cumming for 5 min as I pulse and shoot. I want more but I know his time is short. I get dressed thank him and leave. I get a text from him thanking me for the "hot dad load" and he said he loves feeling my cum inside his hole. I tell him I'd be glad to give him more. If he has more time, I can give him a few loads since I'm able to cum a few times. Tonight I was checking mail on the site and he had messaged me earlier to cum fuck him. I didn't see it but gave him my number again and hoping to hear from him soon. I love a hot bubble butt!

Part 2 I will admit I had made some mistakes as a young teen. Never did anything illegal but felt invincible and cocky. Being closeted and gay did not help. I do not remember specifically when I got HIV but I know I could not tell anyone. Mostly because my support structure would fall apart, everyone believed I was this tough and rough straight dude but if anyone really looked into my past they would notice a distinct lack of girls. For awhile I avoided playing around with even other dudes, took my meds and kept myself healthy. In the meantime I started my own general contractor firm. Early on I was making bank and my inner fuck pig started to come out. It was after visiting some clubs I learned of the poz barebacking community. I was not entirely on board but I felt relieved that there were groups of men I could have sex with and not feel guilty afterward. Then the economy turned and suddenly I had to make cut backs, on staff, on benefits, even for myself. So now I am 2 months into not taking meds and probably at a pretty high viral load, and I am very very horny all the time. I lied to another firm about the size of my work crew and bid higher with the promise I could get these windows put in pretty fast. The money would go a long way to getting me health insurance again. I was nervous to meet the homeowner because I was afraid he would ask too many questions about my excuse for just me doing the work. He seemed a okay with everything I told him. My inner horn dog had me thinking he would pass as a cute bear, pasty white skin, moderately hairy, definitely large flabby ass. The kind I have pounded in the bath houses. and loaded deep with my undetectable loads (most wanted poz so I just told them that is what I was). I had to actively avoid thinking about it to get my work going. Eyes on the prize as it were. It was going fine he seemed chill hanging downstairs while I did work upstairs, it was so hot out and I was distracted by thoughts of that ass of his bouncing on my hard shaft that I kept having to go downstairs to get the right tools. Then something very odd happened, he made a comment about my biohazard tattoo that I have around my belly button. I almost got the sense that he was fishing for a specific answer, that he was not as suburban dad oblivious as he appeared. His laugh was cute and disarming and I forcibly set my mind to getting him out of my head. I was finally finishing up one room and getting ready to start another when I realized I had not seen nor heard him milling about. Maybe he got comfortable enough to leave for lunch. I decided to work on the master bedroom since the sun was not shining in there yet when I noticed the sound of running water. I figured we are all adults and he must know what he was doing. The water stopped and I was just setting down the first window when this perfect specimen of a bear walked out his bathroom door completely nude, wet and completely shocked I was there. It took my entire mental abilities to stop from getting a massive erection. We nervously laughed it off as an honest mistake and then he commented about my biohazard tattoo. I thought for a second maybe he thought I was dangerous from my previous answer so I said the first thing I could think to let him know without saying it that I am more 'lover' than hater. His response to that, his lack of fear standing there naked to a very sweaty fit black man got me realizing maybe he was a bear after all. But I was scrambling on how to proceed. What if he was not, what if he reported me to the guy who hired me, I really needed this job under my belt. I really really needed to be deep in his ass flooding him with my poz seed. What could I do? PART 3 soon

While many bottoms love the feel of a cock deep inside of them, some bottoms do not necessarily enjoy it, but still endure the uncomfortable feeling of being fucked because they want to serve top men. When I watch man on man or think about bottoming, I can't help but think what being fucked represents is far hotter than the act of being fucked itself. Let me explain. There's nothing more personal you can give to another man than to allow him to penetrate you bare and take his seed. This is as good as it gets. It's submissive by nature. For that moment in time, I'm truly a bitch that only cares about pleasing the top. Instead of my normal hetero macho self, I'm actually being a submissive bitch to another man and the thought of it drives me insane. Anyone else feel the same?

My general profile advice. Standards are sexy. Don't say stuff like "Will take ANY raw cock!" I know you're a slut. You're on a hookup site. We're all sluts. But geez, at least try to make me feel like you find me somewhat attractive. (Note: don't be too obnoxious with this. For example, if you're a size queen, it's OK to say so. But insisting that only men with 9+ inches fuck you is unrealistic unless you're an A-list porn star.) Try not to come across as a greedy, needy bottom. The last thing I want to hear from you is "Do you have any friends who are also tops you can bring?" Remember: we're getting into this scene for BOTH of us. Also, demanding the top show up RIGHT NOW or it's off forecloses on the possibility of sex in the future. Not smart. Read my profile. Think of that first contact as kinda like putting in a job application. You want to show that you'd be a good fit for the top (pun very much intended). So, my profiles usually say, "I tend to go for guys between 30 and 60." If you're outside that age range, you might say something like, "I know you don't usually go for guys my age, but we really line up when it comes to X, Y and Z." That sort of thing. Be specific in your own profile. If your first message is a job application, your profile is your resume. For example, I've often seen 50-something guys say "I'm only into younger guys." What does that mean? I'm in my mid-40s, so I'm younger than you. Or do you mean guys in their 20s? If you have a preference, state it clearly. It will help us find each other. Having and expressing your preferences shows me that you have standards, which is sexy. If you don't have any standards at all, then you're probably beneath mine. And a profile full of "Ask Me's" gets ignored. Not really germane to the question, but a couple pet peeves: 1) Don't ghost. If something comes up, something comes up. I'll understand. And I'll appreciate knowing whether or not to expect this to go forward. 2) If I hit you up and you can't or don't want to hook up, please have the courtesy to tell me. And let me know if you not interested at all, or if you'd like to hook up but can't right now, so I know if I should hit you up later or not. 3) Be truthful. Have up to date pics. Include your true HIV status. Have your accurate age, dick size, and other stats. Also, if you are using drugs of any kind, please be very honest and up front about that (as in tell me in your first message, even if I don't ask). Lots of guys out there are recovering from drug problems (myself included) and it can be incredibly dangerous to walk into a situation where they are or have been present (even if you put them away...trust me, I know what you've been up to).

Don't forget other icons such as Etienne, Josman and currently Patrick Fillion and his team at ClassComics! And there are others like Julius, Stephen, Ulf. Too many...

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?

SPEED BREEDING: Garrett was a self-proclaimed ‘ugly old troll’ but he had a fucking killer dick. His dick was long, thicker than a beer can - I know, I measured it several times and every time I stood in awe –his dick had numerous weird bumps and humps on it like some Medieval fairy tale, and spewed unmedicated POZ cum like an Arabian Stallion. I first met Garrett about 20 years ago at my very first “Sunday Funday” at one of the local gay bars. I don’t really do the whole gay scene, but the friends I was living with after just moving to town the day before took me with them as they were regulars and it was the place to see and be seen on a Sunday afternoon after all the queens had left church. We had not been on the patio of the bar for 5 minutes before my friend tapped me on the arm and held his drink forth like a royal scepter to point at a man sitting just in the shadows of the patio roof, “See him? That one? DON’T EVER talk to him. We NEVER speak with him.” He then proceeded to give the financial review and resume summary of all the ‘DC power queens’ in attendance - those he expected me to bow to, kiss their fucking hand, and pretend like I gave a fuck about their Martha Stewart Living chintz condo. I was at the bar, trying to get drink refills for my two friends and I to no avail. I had moved further and further down the bar trying to get the bartender’s attention and was literally leaning up on the bar on my forearms practically yelling at the jerk and was about to give up when someone squeezed my right arm, “Let me,” he said. It was Garrett. I shrugged, he said one word, “THOMAS!” and the bartender could not turn and pay attention to him fast enough. I was in awe. As Thomas was busy preparing my order I gave Garrett my thanks, “It’s nothing,” he said, “Thomas shows up at my door about four nights a week after the bar closes begging for my dick and load up his ass so the boy knows what’s at stake.” I blanched a bit at his bluntness, turned to see who else might have heard, then Garrett set his hand on my arm again, “I know what your friends over there say and think about me. I know what they all say and think about me. Ask me if I give a flying fuck! Half these fucking queens are ankles up on my bed at least once during the week as I fuck the shit out of them so here’s to you!” Wow - and I instinctively glanced down at his crotch and saw a fucking GIANT bulge straining his summer whites. Garrett’s hand was back on my arm, “You trying to get fucked?” I didn’t know what to say to that either. He spoke up again, “THOMAS! Double shots - Tequila - NOW!” The bartender bobbed his head, stopped the drink he was mixing, and poured four shots of Tequila in front of us. I’m more of a beer guy, but figured what the hell. I matched Garrett shot for shot and was soon stumbling through the crowd as I followed him to a door at the back marked NO ENTRY. He turned the lock, we stepped in, “YOU’RE NEW IN TOWN RIGHT?” GARRETT ASKED, “ I KNOW I WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED THAT ASS. PULL THOSE FUCKING SHORTS DOWN.” I obeyed without question, but once the pain of his raw cock ripping my hole open took the edge off the liquor I begged him to pull out and put a condom on. He just laughed, stuck a bottle under my nose and said, “Sniff this powder,” then kept fucking me. Before I knew it Garrett was rubbing my head like I was a pound puppy, “That’s some good ass boy. Just loaded you up. Here’s my number. Any time you need some good dick you just call.” The door opened and closed and I was alone. I tried to pull myself together, but felt pretty fucked up so when I left the stock room we had been in. I stumbled down the stairs, out to the curb, and caught a cab back to my friends’ place. I was together enough to call the bar from a pay phone, to have them paged, and to let them know I had come home and crashed and was not feeling well. I deflected their questions the next day and really did not think much about what had happened until I found the crumpled up paper in my pocket with the number. I called it. Garrett picked up on the second ring. There was no preamble, “Yeah I remember you. You need some more dick huh? Stop at the liquor store on your way. I need a bottle of Vodka.” Just over an hour and two shots of vodka later I was bent over in Garrett's hallway as he bred me with his massive, deformed, raw dick. With my pants still down around my ankles and his cum dripping from my hole, he led me to his bedroom pushed me onto the bed, undressed me, shoved some coke in front of my nose for me to snort, then handed me a bottle of poppers as he eased back up my cummy ass and started exploring. The coke made me high as fuck and one load was not enough. Two was not enough. Unlike my friends - and their friends - who I knew were prudes and would have had some snide comment, Garrett just smiled, patted me on the arm and said, “No worries. I know just who to call.” Less than 20 minutes later there was a horse dick sized BBC plowing my ass raw as Garrett sat quietly in the living room watching his TV. Once done, with BBC cum odor still filling the air, Garrett smiled, “Feel better? I’m sure you do. I always do after he fucks me. Yes, yes, I know I have a big dick, but as you know, sometimes there’s just nothing that feels better than a big black man fucking the hell out of you. OK. What are you doing Friday night?” I was fucked silly right then and could barely form two words, but Garrett went on, “Look. I throw a party one Friday a month at a parking garage over on P Street. It’s a sex party. Everyone thinks it’s Dean’s, which it is, but he’s the front man really. I own the garage, but that is neither here nor there.” (Not until a couple years later at the reading of his will would I come to realize yes he owned that property, which was bought by Whole Foods, as well as a majority of the club where I first met him, and a bunch of other shit in town that no one ever knew about). “The party attracts several hundred people over the course of the night, but a select bunch are invited into the VIP area. You can make some good cash if you help me. All I need is for you to offer that thick white ass to whoever wants to fuck and breed it - no questions asked. I will give you all the coke you need, it will be totally anonymous - your queenie friends and the fucking royal court will never know you are there let alone part of my Speed Breeding set up. You like? Speed Breeding? One of my guys manages it, but it’s my idea. There are two, maybe three bottoms - total cum dumps - who will have their ass up in a curtained off area. For $20, any top gets 5 minutes to fuck and cum if he can. The more cum you take, the more tips you get, the more money you make. You got a fucking hungry ass and you can still call me anytime you need some raw dick, but I’d really love to set you up for the Speed Breeding. I think you would be fucking perfect - what do you say?” HELL - I WAS DRUGGED UP, MY HOLE WAS FUCKED OUT, AND MY GUTS FILLED WITH CUM - WHAT DID HE THINK I WOULD SAY? Stay tuned for part 2. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Just an update: Last night he sent me a text he was horny for my daddy dick and cum again. I met him at his hotel and bred him 3x we fucked in a warm hotel room both of us slick with sweat. He told me he was heading back out of town. Hope he carries my cum with him.

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Agree with PhoenixGeoff above but would add that negativity in profiles comes off bad. Some guys list a whole bunch of "No" items without mentioning any positives or things they like. Making the profile read like a shopping list of wants also puts people off because you think that if you don't match all the requirements then you'll rejected. I'll also skip profiles that are largely blank or contain lots of "Ask Me" entries. In terms of the text, if I see someone's copied in that bit of text you sometimes see about "Goventment institutions may not use this profile for research or...." then I'm thinking this person is part of the tin foil hat brigade and best avoided. The cut & paste of BDSM test results also isn't interesting. Write something original that makes you stand out from the rest. Every time I read something in a profile that has made me smile or laugh, I've messaged the guy to say so, and it's a great icebreaker.

Like others, allowing a man to penetrate me is the ultimate giving up of my masculine power and giving it to the top so that we can be joined. Very spiritual for me.

I went to Peeps Too after work on Sunday to see if anyone was interested. About ten minutes after I got there, I was in the L side of a three-part gloryhole suite and saw a gorgeous, thick, curved, uncut dick come sliding through the hole. I sucked on him for about five minutes, then started dragging the tip of his dick across my ass. He didn't object, so I took a hit of poppers and pushed myself down. Did I mention he was thick? Because yeah, he was thick. Even with everything I did to prep for it, it hurt for the first minute or two, and then my "oh, hey, you're a slut" trigger kicked over and I started moaning. I was pressed against the hole holding my cheeks apart and feeling him rail my ass and guts. If he didn't punch through the second sphincter, he damn sure was knocking on that door. He unloaded in me, and so I turned around and cleaned him off with my mouth -- y'know, as you do -- and he finally pulled back, tucked himself away, and stepped out of the booth. I don't know if he said something to the next person in through the door, but about thirty seconds after I started sucking him, he started making fucking motions with his hips, so I took the hint and slid down to the pubes on him, too. Another load, another cleaning. The third guy to breed me had a smaller uncut cock, but he made up for it with stamina. He pounded me for somewhere between five and eight minutes before he started shooting. And yes, I cleaned him off too. The fourth load I took was from a gorgeous, slightly curved dick. He was probably the most vocal of the four, but I could be wrong, as I was in a fuck-haze by then. Cleaned, tucked away, and left. The fifth load was swallowed. A smaller cock, but a huge, sweet load, and I pulled his foreskin back to make sure I got every last drop. Had no luck at Peeps, but did feed my load to a cocksucker who kept gagging on my cock, and then tried to rather roughly finger my cum-filled ass. So yeah. Good night, a lot of loads, and this last week suddenly became just a little bit better.

Chapter XXI We held each other close for a long time. If our friends found out they were being sacrificed because of us, we would have none left we were sure. Neither of us could understand the depravity of this. We had both succumbed to his huge poz cock once each, but had not converted. Now, he wanted us to give our asses to him, again and again, until we both were pozzed. We had to do something and fast, but what? We both agreed that that huge cock was the best fuck we had ever had, but POZ? Can we really go do that. We discussed it for an hour but at the end of that time all we had done was get ourselves all riled up and hot from the memory of how that cock had felt in our holes. My love was almost totally a top, but had taken it and admitted it had felt marvelous. I on the other hand had used toys and big ones at that, but his had been bigger and I, also, thought his cock was magnificent. Both of us were panting by this time with the talk and soon were in each others arms and making love together. We both almost raped the other, until we were completely spent and that was after doing it 4 times. Each time was more ardent than the one before it, until both of us just as we were both climaxing for the last time, yelled at each other, "OMG, DO ME, FUCK ME WITH YOUR HUGE COCK,...……...POZ MY ASS." We had both said this in unison and were shocked, and then looking into each others eyes, we nodded, knowing we could not keep having our friends being picked off, one by one, without trying to save them. We got out of bed, slowly, knowing what we had to do, but trying to prolong it at least a short time more. Turning on our computer, we opened our email and sent the message: We can't let you convert any more of our friends. We are ready to surrender to your will. POZ us and leave our friends alone, His email came back in only about 15 minutes. He told us we were being sensible now and by the way, look at the attachment and I will send details later for our MEETING. We opened the attachment to find, 6 clips. SIX, all of them friends of ours and each of them with cum leaking out of their holes and the message with them was that we had waited too long and he was really horny and had called some more of our friends up and this was the result. All of them had gaping red as hell holes, with cum and it looked like some red and pink tinges in the cum from we supposed was blood. He had not waited any longer and we were shocked, again, About an hour later another email from him came. He said he had been busy, with a LOL, and now was a little tired. Not tonight for you two, but be here at the bar, Friday night, and be prepared to stay the whole night. It will be a lot of fun.

This is a story rescued from the late lamented Bugshare site. It was always one of my favourites and I thought it was gone for good until I started cleaning out some old files on my computer. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. I'll post it in parts as it's a long read, but worth it Texas Bareback Massacre, Part 1 "We shouldn't go in there," Willie protested with a longing glance back toward his brand new l957 Chevy which was parked askew in a ditch. "Of course we shouldn't go in there," Tad answered his friend in disgust. "We shouldn't be out this late on a school night. We shouldn't have driven your new Chevy out on the Old Loop Road to see how fast it would go. We shouldn't have run it into a ditch. We shouldn't, but we did. So what do you want to do now? Walk ten miles back to town or a few hundred feet to that tavern and call your father for some help?" "My daddy will kill me when he finds out," Willie whined, "he told me never to go near that place." "Well, he's going to kill you about the car," Tad explained in exasperation, "phoning him from the tavern won't make any difference and will save us a ten-mile walk." "We shouldn't," Willie replied, hanging back as his friend walked on ahead. "Come on, baby," Tad goaded his friend and Willie, who was too afraid of being thought to be afraid, followed like a lamb. The tavern was a ramshackle road side inn with a half burnt out neon sign that read "T v rn C ld Be r" and a dirt parking lot containing an old pickup truck and a row of dirty motorcycles. The tavern had a bad reputation with respectable persons not only because it was frequented by bikers but because the bikers were never seen with any biker chicks. Words like 'fairies,' 'queers,' 'faggots' and 'fruits' were muttered about the bikers. Young men from the mill or the college who frequented the place had bad reputations and no respectable man, young or old, ever admitted openly to going into the bar although many of them had remarkably detailed knowledge of what went on inside. "Come on," Tad was annoyed by his friend's hesitancy as he stood outside the tavern door waiting for the all-too-timid Willie to catch up, "We'll just use the phone and get out. Five minutes and then we'll go back to the car and wait for your father." Tad pushed the door open and Willie followed him inside. The tavern was a big square room with a bar running down one side and six broken down, mismatched tables, randomly arranged upon the cracked linoleum covered floor. The floor was dirty, the walls were dirty, the tables were dirty, the bar was dirty and the atmosphere was dirty with the odors of stale bodies, stale beer, and stale smoke hanging in the air, while wifts off stale urine wafted from the restrooms in the rear. The only things dirtier and more odious than the room were the dozen unshaven and unwashed bikers lounging about the tables and the bar. The room fell silent and twelve pairs of sullen eyes turned upon Tad and Willie as they entered the tavern with their fresh washed faces and their fresh washed preparatory school clothes. From behind the bar a sweaty, fat man in a dirty apron beckoned with a soggy, gray rag to the boy's to step up to the bar. "What do you boys want?" he asked gruffly as Tad and Willie approached. Tad for all his bravado before Willie was too abashed by the seedy conditions of the bar and its clientele to immediately speak. Willie was just plain too frightened to say a word. "What ya want?" The barman's tone lowered as he repeated his inquiry. "We know what they want," an intoxicated voice called out thickly. "Well I can give 'em what they want," another drunken voice added. "We all can," the bar patrons all laughed at this suggestion, a laugh as dirty as everything else in the bar. "Shut the fuck up!" the barman snapped before turning back to Tad and Willie. "I don't serve no minors. How old are you?" "Eighteen," Tad finally found his voice but it was slightly cracked. "Eighteen," Willie's voice was so low that he might as well have mouthed the words. "Ya gotta be twenty-one," the barman snapped as his rubbed his dirty rag over the dirty surface of the bar. "We don't want a drink, Mister," Tad was hesitant but polite, "we just want to use the phone." "This is a bar, not a phone booth," the bartender growled. "We can pay, sir," Tad explained as he slid a hand into the pocket of his gray flannel trousers and pulled out a few neatly folded dollar bills. "My friend ran his car into a ditch. We need to call his father to come pull us out." "You don't have to call Daddy," a tall, brawny biker dressed in soiled leather and tarnished chains rose from a table close to the bar, "my boys can pull you out." "Sure as fucking can," a chorus of eager voices assented as the big biker sauntered over to the boys. The big biker stood next to Tad and put one booted foot upon the bar rail. Tad wrinkled his nose as he caught the scent of stale sweat and unwashed clothes and moved a little further away from the muscular mountain of unwashed male flesh. "That won't be necessary, sir," Tad respectfully but eagerly declined the offer, "Willie's Dad can do it." "If you call Willie's Daddy," the big biker said as his casually dropped his leather booted foot from the bar rail and stretched himself to his full height, "Willie will get in trouble. If my boy's pull you out, his old man doesn't ever have to know." "Let him do it, Tad," Willie whispered in Tad's ear as he drew his keys from the pocket of his gray flannel slacks. "I don't want my Daddy to know." Why don't you give your keys to Piston?" the big biker addressed Willie as he pointed to a burly blond biker who was lounging next to the jukebox by the door. "Him and Reb can get your car out and bring it here. Piston was joined at the jukebox by a small dark biker wearing a dog collar, who sidled up remarkably close to his big blond buddy. Reb laid his head against Piston's broad chest as the burly biker put a beefy arm around the younger man's waist. Embraced together they sauntered over to the bar, where Piston held out his free hand for Willie's keys. With a look of fright mingled with disgust, Willie shied away from the embracing bikers, as he held out the keys in his trembling hand. "We better go with them, sir," Tad suggested as he stayed Willie's hand, "so Willie can drive." "Reb can drive," the big biker said as he stepped closer to Tad, "You boys can have a drink with us while you wait for them to bring your car." "No, thank you, sir, we'd better go," Tad refused the unkind offer and taking a step backwards from the towering bulk of the big biker bumped into Willie who was pushed back against Piston's hard shoulder. "Give me the keys, punk," Piston growled as he reached over Willie's shoulder and snatched the keys from his hand. "Take a fucking seat," Reb snarled as he shoved Willie away from Piston and towards the nearest table, "Piston's taken." "Wait a minute!" Tad protested as he reached out to draw Willie back. "You too," the big biker barked as he shoved Tad in the same direction as his friend, "get your ass over there." Tad and Willie were too stunned and frightened to resist. They stumbled over to a dirty table and sat down. The big biker followed the boys and sat down between them as Reb and Piston left by the tavern door. The rest of the bikers quickly gathered around the table like vulture's surrounding a pair of dying animals in preparation for a feast. "What'll you boys drink," the big biker asked. "Nothing, thank you, sir," Tad replied in a subdued tone. Willie could only look nervous and shake his head. "You two boys think your too good to drink with us?" the big biker snarled as the gang pressed around the table and murmured ominously. "No, no, Sir," Tad protested as he smiled weakly in an attempt to mollify the gang, "we're under age. We can't have a drink." "You're eighteen," the big biker turned friendly and smiled but not with his eyes only with his yellow teeth, "you're old enough to drink if you're old enough to fuck." The men around the table laughed and nudged each other at this remark. "Fucking, right," one said. "Give the boys a drink," another crowed, "they're plenty old enough to fuck." The gang laughed again. "Beer for my new boys, Sam," the big biker called to the bartender. "Shit, Wolf," the bartender complained, "I'll lose my fucking license." "Lock the fucking door," Wolf, the big biker commanded, "We'll make this a fucking private party." "Fucking ace!" the gang cheered. One of the gang peeled off from the crowd around the table and snapped the lock closed on the front door, while Sam waddled out from around the bar with two pitchers of beer, which he set before the boys. "Drink up," Wolf commanded the two teenagers. Tad and Willie looked at the foaming pitchers with dismay. Neither one had ever done more that have a sip of his dad's beer. "Drink the fucking shit up," Wolf was back to snarling and showing his yellow teeth. Tad took the handle of the pitcher that was set before him and lifted the jug to his lips. He took a small sip from the frothy contents before putting the pitcher down. Willie sat so frozen with fear that he was unable to speak or move or drink. "These fuckers don't know how to drink," a fat biker behind Tad roared as he grabbed Tad's pitcher and took a healthy swig before passing it into the crowd. The other pitcher too was taken and the gang around the table quickly drained them both before returning them refilled to the boys. "Now drink up, boys," Wolf commanded. Tad picked up his refilled pitcher to take a little sip but as his lips touched the rim, Wolf put his hand on the bottom of the pitcher and held the jug up to Tad's mouth. Tad took several deep gulps as Wolf tipped the pitcher up and forced more of the contents to Tad's lips. Tad could not swallow the cold brew fast enough to keep his mouth from overflowing. Beer ran down his chin and dripped upon the front of his red and white striped button down shirt. Willie tried to reach out for his pitcher but could not bring himself to touch it. A helpful biker grabbed Willie by his red hair and pulled his head back, while an equally helpful friend poured the contents of the pitcher into Willie's gaping mouth. The boy coughed and choked and spluttered and spewed beer upon the gang. "Fucking asshole, you were told to drink that shit," the helpful biker roared as he pulled Willie by his hair from his seat. Tad immediately leapt to his feet to defend his friend and was immediately forced to sit back down by the burly bikers standing behind him. "Sit down, mother fucker. Leave Crank alone," Wolf snapped as he put his dirty hand on Tad's shoulder, "he's just gonna teach your fucking friend a lesson in good manners." Crank, the helpful biker, swung Willie around by his hair and dragged the boy away from the table to the center of the floor. "Ow! Ow! My hair," Willie cried as tears filled his eyes and he tried to keep his feet. "Shut up you fucking cry baby or I'll give you some shit to cry about" Crank shouted as he released Willie's hair to slap the boy across his tear streaked freckled cheek. The force of the blow sent Willie reeling. He fell against a vacant table and sprawled across its top. He lay on its dirty surface in a huddled mass trembling like a wounded rabbit before a beast of prey. He lifted his disheveled head and fearfully looked back at Crank. From his seat across the room, Tad could see blood trickling from the corner of Willie's mouth and the red bloom of Crank's hand print upon his pale cheek. "Leave him alone," Tad protested as he felt rough hands hold him down before he could start to rise. "You better forget about your fucking boyfriend, he's Crank's now." Wolf leered at Tad as he spoke, "You just worry about who your fucking boyfriend's going to be." Crank took Willie's wrist and drew him from the table to his feet. Willie leaned back against the table edge to support himself while he put one hand to his red cheek and tried to stifle his sobs. "Take off your shirt off, cry baby," Crank demanded. "Show your Daddy what you've got." Willie leaned further back against the table to draw himself as far away from Crank as he could. He snuffled as he tentatively put a hand to the button-down collar of his cotton shirt. For a few moments, he fumbled with the button without opening it, then he dropped his hand to his side and hung his head. "You fucking son of a bitch, I told you to take your shirt off," Crank barked. "Do it or I'll do it for you. Take it of, fucker. Do it! Now!" Willie flinched at the sharpness of Crank's barked command but otherwise he did not move. Faster than a mongoose strikes a cobra, Crank leapt forward and with both hands tore open the front of Willie's white cotton shirt. The fat biker's powerful hands quickly tore the shirt apart and stripped the tattered rags from Willie's body. The boy did not have time to react before Crank struck again with both hands to tear the stunned teenager's fresh white tee shirt from his arms and chest. Willie was too timid to put up a fight, but with instinctive modesty he crossed his arms over his nearly hairless, neatly freckled chest. Willie was a varsity swimmer and had a swimmer's body with lean hard muscles stretched tightly over a slight frame. Except for his head which was covered by a short crop of flaming red hair which had been disheveled by Crank's rough hand, he kept his body hairless by shaving everyday to increase his speed in the water so he said. Like most natural red heads, his skin was fair and freckled and he turned a bright pink all over when he blushed. He was in no danger of blushing as he stood with his arms covering his bare chest and the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Let's see them pretty titties, boy," Crank said as he reached for the Willie's wrists. "Don't! Please, don't touch me!" Willie screamed and started to cry. "Shut the fuck up, cry baby, I don't want to hear no caterwauling," Crank snapped as he backhanded Willie across the mouth. Willie's head snapped to one side as his body twisted and collapsed in a slow spiral to the dirty barroom floor. "Stop him, please, Wolf," Tad begged the big biker to save his friend. "Shut up, cocksucker, just watch the fucking show," was Wolf's only reply. Tad looked all around him and saw that all eyes in the biker gang were focused on the lurid scene before them. Willie lay upon the floor stripped naked to the waist. His boyish face was bruised on both cheeks and he was bleeding from a cut in each corner of his mouth. Over him stood a brawny biker with his fat belly hanging over the top of his worn jeans. His greasy hair was dark and shaggy, his scarred face was unshaven and his eyes burned brightly with lust. As he looked at Willie's exposed chest and the boy's tiny pink nipples, he licked the saliva from his cruel lips. "On your knees, cocksucker," Crank commanded as he pulled Willie up and forced the boy onto his knees. Crank stood before the boy with his sturdy legs spread and his wide hips thrust forward. With one hand Crank unzipped his grease stained jeans and pulled out his short fat prick from his open fly. His other hand he placed behind Willie's head. "Open up, cocksucker," Crank said as his pulled his dick and pointed it at Willie's trembling lips, "wrap your lips around this and get it hard." Willie's eyes grew wide and his face screwed up in disgust. He had never been so close to another man's dick. With quick furtive glances, he had surveyed from a distance the other boys in his gym class showering which was just to check their size against his own. He had never been so close that he could see the veins and blemishes on the dick shaft or smell the stench of an unwashed crotch or feel the heat roiling from an open fly. Willie licked his lips not in anticipation of the unsavory meal offered to him but in the hopes that he would stop himself from puking on the spot. "I said to wrap your lips around my meat, cocksucker," Crank snarled as he shook Willie by the hair on his head. "Do it now!"

For my 18th birthday my parents gave me a trip to San Francisco to visit my older brother. It would be a low-cost trip with frequent flyer miles and my brother’s car providing transportation and his couch providing lodging. Perhaps being a good student and respectful son was its own reward. I was psyched! I was also gay and still in the closet…and still negative. My experiences were limited to a few oral explorations with a buzzed buddy and I was dying to do more! The other issue was I was still in high school and that rather limited my options. My spring break birthday trip was going to get me laid I decided. Being from the suburbs of a Midwestern town, going to San Francisco seemed like going to gay Mecca! As it turned out, my pozzing took place the first day of my 4 day trip. My brother Matt picked me up at SFO at 10:30 am on Thursday. He drove me back to his apartment near the Tenderloin and we had a birthday lunch before he went back to work. I was on my own to explore the city so naturally I hopped on the historic “F” line to the Castro. My youth and 5’-10” frame, slim build and short brown hair seemed to catch a few eyes. I am certain that I looked like a tourist with my gawking at the stores and the men, as well. I literally ran into a man who was exiting the Walgreen’s! I immediately apologized and was very flustered before I caught a glimpse of him. Holy Fuck! A muscle daddy!!! “In a hurry to pick someone up?” he laughed. This put me at ease and I introduced myself. “Pleased to meet you, Timmy! My name is John and I am just about to meet my partner Max for coffee—care to join us?” “Heck yes” was my reply. We sat outside sipping our lattes and discussed my birthday trip and which things a tourist should see and do before the conversation turned to sex by way of me asking about their relationship. These bearded, hairy men were in their 40’s, had been together 8 years and were actively involved with the leather scene. I felt so at ease with them that I talked all about my sexual interests and my desire to lose my virginity in San Francisco. Since my brother’s place was out, they suggested bathhouse options although that seemed a bit too anonymous and intimidating to me. Max suggested that I find some leather daddies who could host and John said that was a wonderful idea! I blushed and stammered a bit. John put his hand over mine and said that it would be their honor to take my virginity as I looked him in the eyes. Max touched my arm and said they could teach me many things and I would be free to explore in a safe environment. How could I say no? Their rather nondescript but clean home was only a 10 minute drive from the Castro. Max took me by the hand after they both had kissed me long and deep and lead me to their bathroom. He took out an odd torpedo shaped tube from under the sink and explained that being cleaned out was important so I could be relaxed and confident about getting fucked. He wiped it down with a bleachy cloth and then rinsed it well explaining the importance of keeping sex toy and sex objects disinfected. I appreciated his knowledge on the subject. When I was squeaky clean, I joined them in their bedroom. They made a point of having me undress each one carefully. I was taught to carefully fold their clothes and show the proper respect by kneeling when removing their boots and socks—followed by kissing their feet, of course! I loved it. They were both daddy-like to my young eyes. John was the bigger and beefier of the two—about 220, 6’-2”, hairy and a large uncut dick. Max was closer to my height at 5’-11”, 195, hairy and a smaller cut dick—but still quite nice. I said they both had nice trouser snakes and they both laughed. John said that I was very observant but perhaps I should look at their biceps. John had what looked like a hooded cobra snake tattoo while Max had another type—a viper I was told. The tattoos were fucking hot! Max said the snakes were their dick nicknames and both snakes liked to inject venom just like their dicks. HOT!! Max said before we start, we should talk about safer sex. He asked what I knew about it and what my comfort levels were. I told him that I knew one should wrap it before fucking. Max gave a little speech about risk. “Life is all about risk just as much as sex. Whether one wears a motorcycle helmet or not is much like whether one wore a rubber—it was a matter of personal responsibility. The only 100% safe sex was masturbation by one’s self and from there it was a sliding scale. For example, you can get crabs from hugging a guy naked. You could wrap it up for oral, although most don’t and it isn’t high risk for HIV assuming good oral health and a man doesn’t cum in your mouth. Two negative men can fuck without rubbers all day long and not transmit HIV, but one needs to be certain of one’s status and the other man’s as well—keeping in mind that there is a window between exposure and testing positive.” Max went on a bit more and then asked if I had any questions. I asked who was going to fuck me first. The guys laughed again and John said with a wink that they had played rock-paper-scissors to decide. Max laughed again and said his viper was smaller that John’s cobra so he would do the honors. I was ready! John lay on his back and told me to climb on top chest to chest. His powerful arms surrounded me, holding me, stroking my skin, tussling my hair while he kissed me deep. Max got behind me and started to probe my ass with his very talented tongue. I groaned into John’s mouth. “He has a magic tongue, doesn’t he? John asked. “You are going to love his viper!” All three of us had foreplay over the next 30 minutes. Both of my daddies seemed to want to learn what made me tick and what I responded to. I managed to deep throat Max, but John was a bit more than I could handle. Worshipping his foreskin was new to me and I loved sticking my tongue under his hood and lick up his free flowing precum. When Max had me opened up with his slick fingers it was time to give my cherry to him—I was so ready! Max suggested a spooning position or doggy so I would be able to control it a bit easier. He wrapped up and I got on all 4’s. This allowed me to suck on John who was kneeling at the front of the bed facing my deflowering. It also gave easy access to my nipples and I found that I loved having them worked on. By pushing out while Max pushed in, I was able to get his head in—barely! Despite his best efforts Max was losing his boner. “I need a break” Max sighed. I thought I had done something wrong but when I looked up at John he shook his head and said “we fuck each other bareback and we are so used to it that condoms can be a major headache for us.” Max was jacking his dick next to my hole and it was making this hot smacking sound. John was milking my nipples while Max was nudging against me. John asked “How about Max just slide in a bit so you know how it feels? He won’t shoot in you without your permission.” I wasn’t saying anything but I was super turned on. “Suck me while Max slides his viper in” John urged. “Mmmm-k” I said and the first dick of my life slowly inched its way inside me. I just worked on John’s foreskin while Max filled me up. I was too focused on my ass to do more with John right then. Max had done a good job of stretching me with his fingers so it didn’t hurt too badly. Mostly I felt full. I could feel that Max was in as far as he could go—his nuts felt heavy against my skin. “Fuck you guys look good!” John exclaimed. “Pull out a little so I can see your viper.” Max pulled back but soon pushed back in. The process repeated itself—Max wasn’t just sliding in to let me know what it felt like—he was fucking me! John was still facing me, dick in my mouth and kneeling so he could see my breeding and kiss his partner. “Fuck our boy, Max” John commanded. “That’s it! Give him what he came for. Make your viper angry so it spits!” Max built up the tempo and I just rode the feeling and let him have his way with me. John’s hot talk made it even better. “Fuck is he tight and griping me …shit, his hole is milking me” Max groaned. “I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer.” John pulled out of my mouth and scootched down to deep kiss me. “Timmy, I want to see you take Max—take it all from him. You are so sexy! It would make me so happy to have Max share his seed with you.” John started twisting my nipples in time with the fucking. “That viper wants to spit—deep in you. Tell Max what you want. Do this for us!” I was moaning really loud and wasn’t thinking about the safe sex lecture—I was thinking about the sensations and pleasing Max. “Fuck me, Max!” I begged. “You want my seed? You want my viper to inject its venom inside you?” Max asked. I just moaned and then said “do it.” “Do what?? Max asked again. “Fuck me! Give me your viper’s venom!” I cried. Max grip tightened like a vise and he started rutting for all he was worth. John was back to kneeling and watching my first poz breeding. I could hear them kissing and moaning then Max hissed that he was cumming. “Take my cum! Take my fucking venom! I am breeding you Timmy! Your ass is mine!” I felt Max ram in as far as he could go and then felt this frantic throbbing and heat within me. I could feel his sweat as he hugged my chest and I held us both up while Max made sure I got all of his DNA injected. "Happy birthday, baby" Max whispered. We remained coupled for a few minutes until Max finally shrunk enough that he slid out of me. “Keep my spunk in you, Timmy. John is going to need it.” Matt explained. Maxed kissed me over and over as he thanked me and praised me for my natural talents and beauty. I lapped it up like a puppy. I then lapped up his dick because he explained that is what a good boy did—it was delicious! Max excused himself for a few minutes and John made his move. “Ready for my cobra, Timmy?” “Fuck, yes!” I agreed most enthusiastically. John wanted to bind ourselves in the missionary position. He got between my legs and hoisted them back lifting my ass off the bed and in position. No discussion about condoms were made, John lined up and pushed. I felt my eyes flutter closed as his thickness spread my hole wider than Max could. I concentrated on the sensation until I felt John bottom out. The look on John’s face was so intense! It was like he was concentrating on a complex riddle and seeing right through me at the same time. His tongue found mine while my legs and arms locked around him. It felt so right! “I am so hot for you, baby. Your ass is so tight and slick with Max’s cum—I am going to add my own to his so that you can be bonded to me.” John murmured. I just groaned and whimpered and gave myself wholeheartedly. Max came in to see his partner join in my infection. John was a masterful top. I didn’t have a gauge to compare his talents except Max’s fuck, but looking back, he was a man’s man. John possessed me. It felt like my whole life had been waiting for this moment—the time that may ass would receive a game changing fuck. I felt enveloped by John’s presence and connected to him in the most instinctive way through his fucking. The feeling was so intense that tears leaked out. I called John’s name and sniffled a bit as I was so lost to him. “Shhhhhhhh. You are ok, baby. You are mine.” John comforted. Max rubbed his hands over us and urged John to breed me. The pace then picked up like a jackhammer. There was no way John could last long, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. I begged him to give me his seed. I told him I wanted his cobra’s venom and John obliged. “Here it is, boy! Here is your special birthday gift! I am fucking injecting my venom in you! His eyes glazed over and then shut as he screamed out his pleasure. I held him as tight as I could as he jerked and cried out. John again recapped what he had done, what we had done, and spoke sweet nothings that made me so proud! I held John for the longest time and Max snuggled against the both of us. When John finally popped out of me Max told me to lie on top of him face to face. He kissed me—deep soul sucking kisses that left me dizzy and dripping wet. Max asked if I was ready to lose my virginity. I looked at Max with a quizzical expression and Max just laughed and said “your other virginity!” as he started to position me between his legs. “I took the liberty of getting ready to get fucked while you started with John. Since I am the first man to take your ass, I’d love to be the first man YOU fuck!” Max beamed. John lubed my uncovered dick and smeared some against Max. I fumbled trying to get in but Max was patient and he guided me. It was an incredible sensation—a tightness gripping my head followed by an elastic warmth that sent shivers down my spine, I did my best to follow my mentors’ example and I fucked Max as good as I could. My first fuck didn’t last long, but it was mighty fine! Max seemed to genuinely enjoy my fucking and John was husky as he told me to breed his partner. It was so hot to look down on Max’s hairy body and encouraging face. When Max told me how much he wanted my fresh spunk and kissed me again, I just lost it! Spurt after spurt shot out of me and waves of pleasure made me giddy. I collapsed into Max’s arms. After a rest break, each of us got off one more time. I thanked them both for giving me the birthday present I had really wanted. They both said the pleasure was all theirs. John asked me to hold their seed in me as long as I could so I would be reminded that they were in me now. He also said he hoped losing my virginity had been a positive experience for me and I told them again that I couldn’t thank them enough for what they had done for me. “Our snakes thank you, too” chimed Max. We all laughed at that. They both drove me back to the neighborhood I was staying in and kissed me goodbye. Despite their offer to meet up for coffee again any morning around 10:30, I never did. I got so busy with sightseeing and hanging out with my brother that it just wasn’t doable. I left San Francisco feeling a great deal more sex savvy and ready to spread my oats back in my neck of the woods. I came down with a bad case of the flu a few weeks before graduation but was recovered in time to receive my diploma. At a quick test clinic held by my university the following fall, I learned that my cobra and viper lovers had indeed injected me with venom and I now had a venomous snake of my own!

Just created this account tonight, my boyfriend tested HIV positive on September 10th. I tested negative on September 11th, however I did get sick that night and have been ever since with symptoms of seroconverting so I'm still unsure of my status. It's not something I'm at all worried about or afraid of. In fact I want him to convert me for multiple reasons. I'm not at all bothered by the possibility of becoming poz, I know that it's something I'll have the rest of my life but I know I'll be fine regardless of how my body reacts. I also don't want sex to become awkward or uncomfortable or something either of us are scared of in the relationship since both of us are very sexual people and we haven't used protection once, so I know I already have a very high chance of being poz. I understand there are other options such as Prep if I'm not converting after all, but I don't really want that because the risk is still there and that's where the awkwardness comes in if I'm not fully willing, which I am. The last thing I want is for us to be living as if we're scared of something neither one of us are scared of (if that makes sense). I also really enjoy the idea of knowing I would be the first person he converted.

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.

I was at the gym a couple of days ago Just working out. nothing special. After I get done I see this young stud looking ar me in the locker room, I pay no attention and go into the showers. These are private stalls. While I there this stud pulls the curtain back. He says he saw me and liked my ass. Asked if I fuck guys. I said yes and he comes in.He prcceeeds to slip his dick deep in my ass. He pounds away till I feel him tense up. He shoots his big load in my ass. I then notice a wedding rink on his hand. He said he just gets off every so often fucking guys. He said thanks and off he went

I think we should honour the great and horny gay cartoonists on here, such as Tom of Finland, who said if he didn't have an erection while he was drawing, there was something wrong. I love The Hun too, and Matt's bodybuilders. And the great Greasetank! Any other ideas?

I love fucking a guy while he is on his side and me straddling one of his legs. That way I can get the deepest, and control the fuck very well. Also love pushing their faces into the pillows while they moan. Fucking them on all fours is also really good. Do not generally enjoy fucking bottoms on their backs unless they are much smaller in size than me

Personally, I don't see it that way. Both roles are highly masculine to me. I love a manly man who looks me in the eye and spreads his legs and takes my cock deep. I would never fuck a pussy. I don't think you are a real man unless and until you got the balls to take another guy's dick.

I don’t know any better way to describe it than to say bottoming fulfills a sense of purpose in me like nothing else does. It isn’t that I lie around thinking about how bad I need a cock in me - it’s not that way at all. It’s the thrill of being able to give another man something that he enjoys sooo much that he loses himself in it. I love being the vessel into which they pour their unguarded masculinity - masculinity magnified by the fact that their maleness is dominating mine. I love giving men the feeling of strength, power, confidence and control they get from penetrating me and fucking me for their pleasure. It drives me crazy at night sometimes thinking that there are men out there somewhere, maybe not even far from me, who would give anything to have another guy who would let them fuck him, but instead will masturbate to porn tonight - any of those men could have had me for the asking, because that’s what I’m for. Were it possible, I would love to be slutting myself out every day. I don’t mind if men think of me as a slut or a whore. Nature apparently gave me a gift - a highly fuckable ass - and of those to whom much is given, much is expected. I honestly feel and believe that a part of my purpose in life is to accept the cock of any man who wishes to fuck me. It’s not some dumb fantasy - I actually live it, to the best of my ability, and would do much more if I could get into the right circumstances. The best possible arrangement would be to find one of that special sort of Top who takes personal delight in whoring out another man. I would very happily let him have me on a regular basis, and I know what that really entails. I can take cocks, and have done so, for hours. Because to me, the act of bottoming represents service, and duty, and purpose, and I give it my all.

Heard that familiar Grindr notification go off - a tap from an older top that was staying in the same hotel (kinda rare here). Several messages later and I was face down, ass up in my jock strap and harness with my full hood on and the lights out. When he got into the room, I ended up having to pull my hood up in order to suck him hard. He had a nice dick that took a few minutes of sucking to get hard enough to fuck, but he was an ok fuck and pumped a nice load in my hole. If he’d had a raging hard erection, my guess is it would’ve been a fantastic fuck. Later squeezed out part of the load and licked my hand and fingers clean. ?

I’ve been fixated on my anonymous sauna gangbang fantasy but it’s kind of shifted a bit to what could happen in a hotel. I’ve found myself thinking about being in a hotel hot tub and chatting with the other traveling business guys. Of course, all are over 50 and a few much older. Decide to go back to my room for a drink and soon I’m surrounded by mature dick. They use my mouth and ass. Each making way for the next to breed me. I’ve been spending time thinking about how exciting it is for me to experience a seasoned man who knows what he likes and how to really use a hole. Skilled at holding and building his load before depositing it deep in my ass. Lately all my breeding fantasies are about men at least 20-30 years older than me. I’m guessing until I’m bred by a mature top I’m going to be pretty disinterested in guys under 50. Hopefully I can find a older man who wants a cumdump

Great story, bud, and glad you got what you needed. Not enough guys realize what trigger points our nipples/tits are. Mine are hot-wired directly to my hole - work 'em and it begs for your cock to mount it. Love an audience like that too, especially when one or two come in and start working my nips while I'm being fucked. That is hog heaven. OINK! ;-)

just had an Uber driver hit me up on grindr and bred me. Hot latino man nice uncut cock. he kept saying that his cock fit perfect in my hole. Wanted to fuck a cum filled hole, but bred me even though I didn't have any in me. Looking for more now.

agreed.

Older male here that would love to serve as a urinal for individuals or parties in the Philadelphia area. Love to drink male piss right from the tap all kinds of piss, weak or strong, beer piss, and the first piss of the day as soon as you wake up! Love piss! Willing to take it up the ass as well!

Authors note: Usually I write from the bottoms perspective but I think I'm going to try from the top today. Hi. My name is Chris and I'm a gay 45 year old white male. For years I hid my sexuality until I just couldn't take it any longer. I was married with a kid but I craved cock. Getting cock was much easier than I realized. I would frequent the adult bookstore cruising for cock. I tried to play safe and found myself in a relationship with what I thought was a great guy. How wrong I was. He was very abusive so I started fucking around on him. I didn't play safe anymore and I loved it. One day this cute kid comes into the restaurant looking for a job. Immediately my cock twitched wanting to fuck this kid but I really wasn't sure if he was gay or not. The main manager hired the kid and I set out trying to fuck him. I flirted with him but in front of the ladies he played straight. Eventually he started hanging out at my place to get away from his parents. One evening at my place he confessed that he was gay and he wanted me to introduce him to the lifestyle. I said yes and started by just letting him suck my cock and balls. I didn't want to rush him into getting fucked yet. His mouth felt amazing. Josh was definitely born to suck cock. Although he would come over quite often and suck my cock I still felt the desire to be fucked myself. So I played around with other men to satisfy my desires. I always got fucked bareback because it just felt better. Then one night at work I get a phone call from one of the guys that fucked me. He told me he just tested poz and I needed to get tested myself. I freaked out. I went the next day and got tested. And yes I tested poz. And now I had a new mission. Josh is going to get fucked bareback by me whether he wants to or not.

Fuck yeah... my dads been fucking me since I was young. He shares me with his buds. I fuck my son as welll. We all love to fuck in this house.

Part 12 The twins, Keith and Kyle, met a cute twink who had just moved into tired building with their mother and his younger brother. The twink, Justin, was 19, openly gay and on PrEP. He was the typical ‘twink’, you know, slim/lean, smooth, very fuckable. Justin had issue with his younger and very straight brother. Jason constantly picked on him for being gay. In the dark places on his mind Justin had thought about getting his brother so fucked up and then fucking him to show him the joys of gay sex, but could never bring himself to take action. The twins figured that they had a 2-for-1 ripe for the picking. First step would be to get Justin to a party and converted. Once Justin was part of the parties bottom crew, enlist his help to get b his brother. Justin was going to be easy to get once they told him about the monthly bareback parties is wanted to go. The next step was to switch his PrEP pills with ineffective placebos. The twins made suggesting that Justin jumped at without question. They suggested to hook up on a afternoon when his mom was at work and his ass hole brother was at school. While Kyle kept Justin ‘preoccupied’, Keith was able to check out Justin’s bathroom where he found an almost full bottle of the PrEP medication. He quickly exchanged the real pills with the fake pills and with a little over 2 weeks before the next party which Justin was all set to attend. In that time the ‘protection’ the pills were providing would be all gone and the dirty, poz cum he’d be getting at the party would have fertile ground to take hold. After that afternoon the twins made sure to avoid hooking up with the twink and did their best to ‘cock block’ him until the party. The success of their efforts resulted in a very horny, sex starved, twink bottom ready to be fucked over and over again. One thing the twins purposely failed to tell Justin about the party was the ever presence of drugs. He was immediately given a GHB laced Gatorade. Justin was a little nervous and quickly consumed the bottle. He then asked for another one before being shown where he could strip down and store his clothes. In his slightly nervous state the majority of the second bottle was gone by the time he was shown the party are around the pool. He quickly noticed the slings set up on the pool deck. He was eager to get fucked in one ever the twins had told him about them. Justin noticed a coupe guys smoking a strange glass pipe. He had heard about the pipe and Meth before and was told by some how it made sex feel so much better, and some told him to keep away that it would most likely fuck him up and he’d and up getting pozzed, but he knew he was on PrEP and was ‘well protected’. The three joined the group smoking which consisted of one of the regular bottoms as two top members of the party group. A second pipe seemed to appear from no where as the twins lit a torch and passed the pipe. When the pipe was handed to Justin he asked, “Is this Tina? The only thing I’ve smoked or weed.” Kyle answered, “Yes it is Tina. Give it a try. If you don’t like it you don’t have to smoke anymore.” The twins were thinking, ‘Justin wouldn’t have to smoke anymore me he didn’t like it, but they didn’t say anything about a booty bump or slam’. Once they got to playing with Justin’s hole they planned on using Tina laced lube along with slipping in shards. The twins knew once Justin was in the sling he’d be easy to slam with or without his permission. With a little coaching Justin took his first lung full to meth. With urging he took 2 more hits before passing the pipe. The way the pipe was passed Justin seemed to get it more then anyone else in the group that was smoking. Between the G and the Tina, Justin was getting very horny as the tops around him were starting to reach out and touch his sensitive nipples, his cock and balls and his hungry ass. The bottom there got on his knees behind Justin and began to rim his hungry hole as the others doubled their efforts on stimulating the first time high bottom. It was an easy suggesting getting Justin into the closest sling as Keith replaced the bottom at Justin’s hole. Kyle leaned in, kissed Justin then asking him, “Would you like to try slamming?” With the simulation he was feeling and the drugs clouding his brain he didn't understand the question when he answered “Yes.” With Keith still eating his hungry hole a tourniquet was quickly placed on his upper arm as Kyle with precision, swiftly slid the needle into a prominent vein, registered a quick flash of deep red and pushed the contents into the new chemed up bottom. Just went into a coughing for as the tourniquet was removed and the Tina flowed through his body centering on his groin where it caused his dick to shrivel and increased the hunger in his hole. Keith felt the change in Justin as he quickly stood up, slapped his hard cock against the twink's hungry ass and asked, “Are you ready for all of us to breed that neg cunt of yours?” Justin was riding his first rush as he tried to process all start was being said by the sexy studs standing around him. He was able to focus on Keith’s question and answered, “God yes, please fuck me, breed my neg cunt.” With that being said Keith slammed the full length of his cock into the tweaking teen balls deep eliciting a deep moan from Justin. Justin attempted to focus on what the men standing around him were saying. He thought he heard someone say something about ‘pozzing the neg twink’ and another person saying, ‘his PrEP pills were replaced by fakes last week, he has no defense against the dirty cum he’s going to be getting from all of us.’ At first he was shocked at what he was hearing, but it also turned him on for some strange reason. He continued to hear this and that and was figuring that they wanted him to be part of this group and that required him to become poz like them. Looking up at Keith and Kyle he asked, “Did you really switched out my PrEP pills for fakes?” Since Keith was getting close to depositing the first load of poz cum Kyle answered, “What if we did switch them, what are you going to do about it now?” At that moment Keith roared out, “FUCK! I’M CUMMING IN YOUR NEG ASS BITCH.” Justin knew every top that was about to fuck him were all poz and that his fate was sealed. He’d eventually would be poz like them. He pulled Keith in for a kiss thanking him, “This is fucking hot. I can’t believe I was trying to avoid getting pozzed, but now that it’s happening I can’t think of anything other then guys shooting their dirty, poz cum inside me.” Keith worked his load into Justin’s ass for a little while as his cock began to soften and slip from his seeded hole. He was quickly replaced by is twin who slid the full length of his cock into the freshly bred twink. Justin kissed Kyle before he stared to get fucked by the stud. He thanked him for switching out the PrEP pills that left him exposed to the pozzing that was taking place.

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.

Clay had a secret. To the outside world he had always appeared kind, good-natured, good morals, handsome, and straight-laced. He was the kind of guy whom every mom hoped her daughter would date. He stood 6'2" athletic build with hazel eyes and short brown hair. Always clean shaven and dressed in a tshirt and jeans. A former Boy Scout and very kind towards others...all of these things were true. What the outside world didn't know, was that he was Obsessed with sex. As a teen, Clay found his dads porn collection. It started with Penthouse forum magazine showing men and women naked together. After a little bit more searching, Clay found some videos rated triple X. Here he was exposed to a world where good-looking, buff men got their cocks sucked, and were begged by their female costars to fuck them hard with their big dicks. It became a daily thing for Clay to come home from school, sneak into his parents room, watch the videos, and shoot his load. He especially liked it anytime the camera focused on the guys faces, filled with lust as they pounded load after load out of their nuts. It was hot to him to see these older guys so confident, and taking control. He often fantasized that he was the costar. As time went on and the Internet became more popular, Clay often found himself on the websites where he could chat with Men. Sex was always something he talked about, but was often too afraid to meet anyone in person. When he was 18 and a senior in high school, he met a guy online who was 36, very handsome and very friendly towards Clay. They met in person a number of times but only chatted, or maybe held hands. This attention made Clay feel both excited and nervous, and he would often jack off fantasizing about more happening. One day he was invited out to dinner, and then asked if he wanted to go hang out at his new friends apartment. As nothing had happened by this point, Clay just assumed it would be a low-key friendly visit. They sat, drank sodas and chatted, until his new friend asked if he wanted to see some home movies. Clay said sure and cuddled up with this Man as the tape began to play. At first, it was just some footage around town, and then it cut to a video of a couple having sex in the window of the apartment across the street. Clay started to get hard but tried to act surprised and embarrassed. His friend told him that this couple often likes to put on a show at night, so from time to time he gets his camera out. "Is this ok?" The 36 year old asked. "Yeah sure, it's kind of funny" replied Clay his voice getting shaky and his nerves causing him to tremble. "Well then let's keep watching". Next came a video of a young twentysomething kneeling by the fridge in the very apartment they were sitting in. The camera got closer to the young guy and Clay saw the boy reach out his hand and open his mouth. Into the frame came a very big and very hard dick. The young boy grabbed it and began to wrap his lips around it and suck it hungrily. The cameraman began to moan and encouraged his hungry cocksucker. Clay recognized the voice as the guy he was snuggled up to on the couch. He turned to look at this hot older man and realized that he had been watching Clay with a smile. "Oops how did this get on here?" He asked with a playful laugh. "I don't know but it looks like fun "replied Clay. The Man said nothing but just sat there smiling and staring into his eyes making him feel hornier than he'd ever been. After a short pause that felt like hours... "Do you think I could try?" Asked Clay. The 36 yr old replied "Have you ever sucked a Mans penis?" Clay liked this question, and it made him start to pre-come in his jeans. "Once" he said "with a guy from school. But never with anyone older than me ". "Well let's see if you like it" and with that, the Man stood up and asked Clay to sit on his knees and keep eye contact. Clay did as he was told and stared into the eyes of this hot guy as he slowly unzipped his fly, and pulled out his semi hard 9" dick and let it hang there just inches from his lips. "It's not very big, but I think you'll like it" he said smiling. With that he stroked the top of Clay's head and instructed him to open his mouth. That's the day Clay realized he was addicted to getting older Men off.

Part 3 There was no fucking way I was driving to Tom’s house. My car was safe where it was and while that may have been the point for Tom, leaving myself in the hands of a predator seemed like a swell idea at the time. Off we went in our blazed state, with Tom and both lighting up cigarette, that enjoyable bit of lung diseases that always seemed to accompany me especially after I smoked a good joint. The small talk was minimal, the sex talk though. Tom told me about himself, how he was a plumber, made decent wage and liked the fact that I was in the military and how it was good that a kid had a career path ahead of him. “Besides,” he said bluntly, “I’ve never fucked an Army guy before and I’m going to fuck your hole all night.” Honestly, I was terrified of this guy but so fucking pleased that he had chosen me to abuse. That’s the submissive in me I guess and I was prepared to wallow in it as much as possible. We finally rode the back roads of our small beach town to his place, a nice double wide on a bare lot, his even bigger work truck parked out front. He hustled me inside to a fairly clean place, the lights on but dim enough where they weren’t a bother. He pointed out the kitchen quickly, the closed door that was his roommates side of the house, and practically herded me into dark room with the huge bed that was where I’d lose my mind to my favorite rapist. We make it into the room and he taking the lead starts stripping, folding his clothes onto the dresser, encouraging me to get my ass naked. I finally saw the beast naked and it was beautiful. Tom stood about 5’11 with that wiry meanness about him that spared no fat on his bones. No tattoos but he was covered by dense fur with it really only staying free of his upper back. I’m distracted and naked at this point, still high but having a little more sense from the calming ride over. And in a surprising move, Tom slid over, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me, soulfully, with as much hunger as I was feeling for him. That moment of gentleness didn’t last long. He pushed me onto my back on the bed, lifted my ankles up, and told me to slide back, which in my excitement I did. Tom climb after me and mounted on top of me like I was his woman, his cock, soft now, nestled against my nervously rock-hard cock. This time his kisses were controlling, almost angry, and he jabbed his hips in such a way that his meaty shaft slid across mine, stiffening up. He leaned back on his knees and reached across the bed, dragging open a drawer on a little bedside table and retrieved a bag with little multi-colored pills. At a guess, this drug I knew, ecstasy and at this point is when I got really excited. I had always wanted to try sex with ecstasy as it had a way of awakening a monster that would mirror Tom’s. Tom acknowledged my next question that it was and he fumbled in the bag, withdrawing four pills. What I didn’t know is that all four were for me, Tom would take his later, and all four of them were going up my ass. The prelude to this was wonderful though as he palmed them and moved back down, his mouth breathing warm air over my cock, my balls, and his then the touch of his five-o’clock shadowed lips on my fuck hole. The pot at this point seemed to awaken, or my libido did, and he ate my hole with mincing little spasms of his jaw, changing pitch to stab his tongue deep inside me. I wasn’t clean and I wasn’t ready as my intentions had only been to suck dick and then go home. This didn’t bother Tom in the least and after a moment, it didn’t bother me either. When my hole loosened, I felt the first invading digit of his thick finger only for a second in and then out, only to return with a burning hot ember shoved deep enough to make me wince. I admit, I wasn’t the best pig right then as I was on the verge of complaining when he did it again and again, each pill pushed just under softy mass of shit in my backside. “Don’t fucking lose those kiddos or you owe me $100.” How I was going to manage that when the burn from his unlubed finger combined with the absolute burn of MDMA shoved unceremoniously up my ass started cramping my tunnel immediately. “Just hold it for thirty minutes and you’ll love it,” was the advice Tom gave me. But the expert knew I was all in when I nodded, afraid to speak lest those little pills came rocketing out. Tom’s way to pass the time though, that didn’t need any convincing. He moved up the bed, swinging his ass over my head, and lowered his hairy crack to my face. There are a lot of things in this world I love. Good music, good food, good drugs, and come inside me but nothing kicks off the pig in me quite like wolfing down on the puckered hole between two hard white ass cheeks. The taste is delicious, unbelievably so and while I had never licked one with such dense hair, I had spent some of that time overseas sucking on the ripe ass of a transwhore in Germany. One hand on each thigh, I sucked and licked while the ecstasy burned a line of bright pain in my bowels. Tom was an expert as well, allowing me in and then using his ass muscles to push me out. My eyes would open and close as I made love to his ass. Minutes rolled by and the pain turned dull and then disappeared. Then revulsion hit me hard, hard enough to gag me. No, it wasn’t a sudden drop back to the reality that I was sucking on a man’s shithole, possibly inches from his last meal, no it was the ecstasy bearing down on my like a freight train. It always happens this way for me. This sudden nausea hits me like a train and for a good ten minutes I couldn’t have licked and sucked at him if I tried. Tom again had the patience of a man on the verge of triumph.

Tom is what he introduced himself as when we climbed into the diesel monster of a truck. I gave him my name and for a moment, nervously paused, trying to make small talk. Tom wasn’t really interested but kicked his seat back, hiked his hips upward, and slid his denims all the way down and off, prying his boots down. Nor did it seem was he going to waste any time. The look in the dark was pretty clear so I reached over and began to turn my body so that I could put his cock back in my mouth. I’m sure I looked comical with my ass up, uncomfortably turned in the seat with one leg propped on the door and one in the floorboard. My only instruction at first was “take your time.” His cock was almost soft again when I started so I got a taste of what I love, a warm dick hardening in my mouth and his balls, hairy and huge, tightening up under the touch of my fingers. My mouth was wet and appreciative as I worked it back to life. My predictions were true once it swelled, it was easily 8 inches and nice fist grip wide with that massively thick line that runs like hose along the backside of man’s cock to disappear just above his balls. I slid my tongue down on his head, let the tip of my tongue run under the ridge and over that stretchy section of skin from where he was circumcised. Maybe it was time that had made me so desperate for this or his smell or just the fact that I was a whore, I was ready to be bred by it from the moment I put it in my mouth. After a few he used his hands to guide me off his cock, down to his ball, pushing my head there to rest on his thighs while he worked his hands up on the steering wheel. I heard the rolling snap of a lighter and the smell of burning weed from years ago. And with that acrid smell heavy in the air, I sucked his hair sack into my mouth, even trying to run my tongue back to lick his asshole if I could. “C’mon boy, smoke with me.” Now, I wasn’t thinking clearly at this point obviously. I was in the military with less than a month to go before I headed back and I knew from job searches in my high school years that pot stayed in my piss for an uncomfortably long time. I knew it and I clearly didn’t care. I came up far enough to take a long drag, ashes falling on the hem of his shirt. I somewhat unwound from kneeling over his cock as we passed the joint back and forth, almost returning to a side-saddle position in the seat. But my eyes were never really on him, they were always on his cock, reaching back to rub my palm down the hardness. We played like that until it was clear he was as high as he wanted to be and he pulled me back over to resume sucking on his cock. While he may have been high as he wanted to be, I was as high as he needed me to be and as high as I had ever been. This wasn’t laced with anything of that I’m sure, but this was high powered shit and my eyes lidded and then closed back as my lips found his cock again. I’m not sure about you but pot, good pot lowers my inhibitions a bit which is normal but closing my eyes and just wallowing in that dick put flashes of sick fetishes I had looked at, sometimes shamed from internet searches. A cock launching come across my face in one of these moments, licking deeply in a dark furry armpit, swiping my tongue as toilet paper across gaping shithole of some dom, of a fist sliding deep inside a hole; all of these images churned in my head. These were dark thoughts spurned on by the cock and my addled brain. Worship service ended sometime, though whether it was minutes or hours that I slowly swallowed his dick over and over again, I couldn’t really tell you. Tom gently guided me deeper, down enough where normally I would choke but in this state of relaxed bliss, enough to compliment my high with a loss of oxygen. Faster he went and faster I went, my head sometime bouncing loosely against the steerwheel. The first twitch of his cock he stopped, that tube on the back of his cock expanding as his cum was propelled into my mouth. And instead of cramming it downward, back into my throat, he let every pulse richly invade my mouth, the copper saltiness of his cum the only thing that was important. I swallowed happily and began to gently nurse his cock with my tongue. Tom at this point finally really begins to talk, “Mmm boy, you’ve got potential; I’m going to fuck you up good.” His word interspersed with little cries of agony from what I’m hoping was the best blowjob he’d ever had. “One more test and then we go.” I looked up at him, a little confused, my eyes shrink wrapped in moisture from having my eyes pinched closed, the man a little blurry. I must have looked like a lost puppy with those eyes but he clarified, “my piss pig, you going to drink it?” I’d never done that, never except in my most fucked up thoughts really even desired it, but for confirmation I sucked the head back into my mouth. It never happens right away in my experience and it didn’t that night, his cock was softening of course but with my mouth so willing, it took time. The first dribbles were acrid, disgusting, but heavenly in their grossness. He was courteous, giving me every opportunity to stop before he really started pissing down my throat. But I held on and swallowed every last drop he could muster even as queasy as this act made me then. But Tom fucking smiled at my effort and asked if I’d like to go home with him. High as a kite, I didn’t have a chance to say no.

Part 3 Looking up at the really bred twink, David was ready to correct Benji that he actually gave him 3 loads, but wanted to wait until he had pulled out of the well fucked hole. As hid his cock began to soften he said to the newbie bottom, “You have a great ass. You’re going to be very popular tonight, we really need to join the party.” Benji seemed a little disappointed hoping that David would keep fucking him. The feeling of David’s cock sliding in and out of his ass and then throbbing inside him felt amazing. David knew exactly what Benji was thinking, all the inexperienced guys that were lured to the parties had the sane thought, I need cock inside me. David planted the seeds that would lead the newbie to becoming the slut he was destined to be when he told Benji, “I know that look. Not to worry, there are plenty of guys that are going to want to fuck that great ass you have there, we just need to join the party.” David was right, the news of Benji being ‘fresh meat’ and betting negative had already spread through the group. All those who attended the party knew to keep the kid obvious poz talk down. The ambiguous poz talk that were not directly clear was encouraged hoping to get Benji to repeat what he hears. David’s cock had slipped out of Benji’s ass by this point. David helped the newbie up and as he walked towards where his clothes were piled he felt the vast amount of cum that David deposited saying, “You really loaded me up. I can feel you cum squishing inside me.” David let the twink know, “You're feeling all that cum cause I gave you 3 loads.” David kissed him passionately before going on, “And there’s nothing more hotter to me then sharing those loads with you. It is a connection like that that makes what we did so special. It’s a bond that cannot be broken. Think of it as my special gift to you.” Benji was smiling at David comments as he felt the cum inside him and he didn’t know why, but he had to say “Thank you for your gift.” At that moment the only thought in his mind was that he knew he needed more cock inside him, but he also was thinking that he needed more cum. He was about to grab his clothes when David stopped him, giving him another kiss telling him, “You’re not going to be needing those, this is a clothing optional party and you look terrific naked. I told you, you’re going to be very popular.” David led the unsuspecting teen through the gate from the private patio you the main pool patio. Benji looked and to see about 2 dozen men ranging in age from his 18 years to 50’s. Most the young his close to his age were naked. They were either on their knees sucking dick, getting fucked or smoking something from a glass pipe. David led him over to where three naked guys were standing and smoking on the glass pipe he noticed as they walked into the pool area. David introduced him to Kyle and Keith, twin brothers in their 30’s and Tyler who was about his age, a little taller then he was, but about the sane build. “This is Benji. I just met him tonight and thought he’d enjoy the party. Why don’t you guys get to know each other.” David knew that they would get him blowing clouds and in no time he’d be tweaked out of his mind. It didn’t take long when Benji asked, “What’s with the glass pipe?” Tyler answered as he heated the bowl with a torch, “Just a little something that helps you relax and enjoy the fun we’re all having tonight.” Then he put the pipe up to his mouth and sucked in the smoke that was building up in the bowl. One of the twins, Kyle, standing close to Benji said, “Ty, shotgun the cloud to Benji.” Benji had smoked pot before and knew what a shotgun was and made sure his lungs were effort when Tyler leaned in to deliver the smoke. He inhaled all that Tyler gave him when the shotgun turned into a deep kiss as Tyler’s tongue probed into Benji’s mouth. The kiss has the newbie forgetting to exhale. As the two kissed the twins moved in behind the kissing twinks. Kyle snuggled in behind Benji as Keith moved in behind Tyler. Tyler broke of the kiss as he felt Keith’s growing cock nestle between his ass cheeks as he then leaned back for a kiss. Benji was finally able up let the smoke that he had held in his lungs out. He felt the drug radiate through his body as our seemed to center in his ass. Kyle pulled him back for a kiss as his rock hard cock slid in between his own butt cheeks. As the kiss broke Kyle commented, “Oh nice, I see you’ve already been fucked.” Feeling a little embarrassed that Kyle knew he had been fucked, but part of him wanted to feel the cock that was now rubbing up and down his crack siding inside him. He grinded his ass back against the stud begins him as Tyler asked him, “You want another hit bro?” Benji didn’t take to think through his answer as Tyler handed him the pipe instructing him on how to heat the bowl. Once the smoke began to swirl in the bowl he told Benji, “Keep the torch under the bowl and breathe in slowly until you can’t take in any more.” They watched as Benji took his first direct hit of Tina from a pipe emptying the smoke into his lungs. Once h his lungs were filled to capacity Kyle whispered “Now hold that smoke inside as long as you can. The longer the better.” Kyle took the pipe from Benji as Tyler grabbed the torch saying, “Allow me to hold the torch for you Sir.” Benji felt the heat from the torch as Tyler lit it and held it under the bowl for Kyle. The twin took a big hit as Benji was nearing his ability it how his breath. Once he was done Tyler you the pipe and handed it to the twins standing behind him. Benji finally let our a massive cloud and before he could catch a clean breath of air like turned his head, placing his mouth over the twink and blowing the smoke from his lungs into Benji's lungs. The shotgun caught Benji of guard as it turned into a kiss. Although being a surprise, Benji welcomed the smoke. Benji held the smoke as long as he could when he finally blew out a nice cloud he looked over to see Keith and Tyler sharing a shotgun. As he was finally getting a fresh breath of air Kyle told him, “Take the shotgun from Ty.” Without any normal thought Benji knew he needed to get more of this smoke. The feelings he was getting throughout his body traveling from his ass to his cock up his spine him his brain back to his ass that was from very empty. Kyle could feel the change in his body as the drugs began to flow through his body. Benji looked at Tyler and could see a change in him, one that he was happening inside his own mind and body. Tyler handed the pipe to Benji as he looked over his shoulder saying to Keith, “Oh yeah, fuck me! Fuck your cock feels great.” Benji it the torch as Kyle said, “That’s it, blow some more clouds and I’ll give what you want, what your be need.” As suggested Benji took 3 connective hits as Kyle continued to tease the twink rubbing cock in the crack of his ass. He could feel the change within the teen’s body as he blew the third cloud saying, “That’s it, I can tell you’re ready for my dick now. You ready to get fucked? You ready for me to breed you?.” At first Benji could only shake his head, then finally said, “Yes! Please fuck me. Give me your load. Breed me.” Kyle lined his cock up when Benji’s cum filled hole and pressed inside. With David’s cum already inside, Kyle's cock breached the twink's outer ring easily. Once Benji felt the initial penetration he pushed back to get more of the older man’s cock inside his ass. The twins actions at first surprised Kyle, but with the drugs flowing through the newbie’s body, it was the hunger he was feeling. Once the cock penetrating him as balls deep Benji let out a deep moan before saying, “Oh fuck, your cock is inside me, it’s so hard inside me.” Kyle replied, “Yes it is, and not I’m going to give you a good fucking before I breed you.” With that said Kyle began to slowly withdraw his cock before pushing back inside the bottom before him. Benji pushed back to meet the thrust. He was transfixed at the sight of Tyler getting fucked by the other twin. He could hear Tyler saying, “Fuck yeah. Fuck that ass. Load me up with you cum. Give me the cum, the gift of your cum.” Benji recognized the a look of pleasure and bliss on Tyler’s face and without know the true meaning behind what he was hearing he just parroted for Kyle to hear by slightly turning his head to say, “Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Breed me. I want the gift of your cum. Load me up.” The two kissed before hearing Kyle say, “Fuck yeah faggot, you want want to be fucked? You want me to load you up with my cum, my gift? I'm going to fuck you so good you’ll be begging for more and when I breed you I expect you to thank me for breeding you, thank me for the gift of my cum.” Benji nodded his head at first, then finally said “Yes, yes fuck me.” By now both twinks were taking a pounding. Tyler looked over at Benji and commented, “I can tell the feeling as good as I am feeling. Isn’t it great to have your head in the clouds?” Benji noticed that Tyler reached when to his own crotch and began to play with his soft cock. Seeing Tyler’s actions sent the thought into his own mid as he then reached down for his own cock only to discover he to was soft. Like that he began to play with himself to hear the twins say, “That’s it faggots, play with your useless cocks.” Tyler knew it was useless to stroke himself, there was no way he was going to get hard but he knew the twins like seeing the bottom they are fucking try. This usually let the animal inside each twin out. Tyler knew he was finally going to get the hard, animalistic fuck me wanted. The question was, could Benji handle the onslaught Kyle was about to give him. Kyle grabbed his hips and began to pound into the newbie causing his moans to increase in volume. They couldn’t tell if the moans were form pain of pleasure, nor did they care. The only thing Kyle cared about was the warmth and tight ass he was fucking. As he was taking the pounding from Kyle, Keith was about to breed Tyler. Tyler could tell that his top was getting close, he felt the cock inside him grow thicker and harder as he began to beg, “FUCK YEAH, BREED ME. GIVE ME YOUR DNA. I WANT YOUR HOT CUM. I WANT YOUR GIFT.” When Keith heard Tyler beg, he slammed his cock in hard and deep steaming out, “OH FUCK! TAKE MY CUM. TAKE MY GIFT, MY DNA!” Benji wasn’t sure how much more of Kyle's pounding he thought his own begging might help, “FUCK YEAH! BREED THAT ASS! GIVE ME YOUR HOT LOAD! I WANT YOUR GIFT, YOUR DNA!” That begging seemed to push Kyle over the edge as he took a couple more strokes before he slammed in so deep he penetrated the deep ring depositing his load while saying, “FUCKING TAKE THEY LOAD, TAKE THE GIFT OF MY CUM.”

Part 9 It had been quite a few years since I had fucked in a public toilet and I hadn't really thought that I would get the chance to do it again - apart from anything else there are there are not many public toilets left now. Then a few months ago I found myself in central London on a two day leadership course. At the end of the first day I went for a walk and after a while found myself near Carnaby Street and noticed that the public toilet there was still open. I had read online that it was still very active and, feeling horny, I decided to check it out. I was quite surprised at the amount of action going on in there. It was quite busy and a number of guys were showing their cocks and wanking at the urinals. The centre of attention was a young guy in a suit and as I watched, he bent forward and started sucking one of the other guys. I moved closer as he began to suck another guy's cock and as he alternated between them I managed to get my hand down the back of his pants. He didn't object and soon I was fingering his arse as first one guy and then another came in his mouth. He left after that and, as I didn't really fancy any of the other guys in there I decided to do the sensible thing and get out of there. I knew I had probably been a bit stupid to take the risk but I was really turned on by the whole experience. I also hadn't had sex for a while and I was very tempted to check it out again the following day. The second day of the course was not that interesting and I decided to skip the final session and head back in to town. I was really horny and my cock was already hard in my pants as I made my way towards Carnaby Street. I knew I would be taking a big risk if I went back there but that thought just seemed to make my cock even harder. I decided to think it over and went in to a nearby Starbucks. It wasn't very busy and as I sat there with my drink I thought things over. I was still really horny and I knew the sensible thing would be to head for somewhere like the Vault - but I really wanted to check out the toilet again. I noticed a couple of fit guys at the next table who looked mid 30s. I was fairly sure they were a couple and I really fancied one of them - a dark haired guy in a pale pink T shirt. As I watched he leaned forward to talk to the other guy ad his T shirt rode up giving me a great view of his G Star Raw underpants and the top of his arse crack. Just then the other guy got up and put his jacket on. I heard them arranging to meet again about an hour later and then he left, leaving the dark haired guy finishing his coffee. I walked round the block a couple of times and then made my way back towards the toilet. I got there just in time to see the dark haired guy from Starbucks heading down the stairs into the toilet. I waited a moment or two and then followed him down the stairs. It was quite busy again and I took a space at the urinal next to the dark haired guy and unzipped my trousers. He flashed his cock first and soon we were wanking together with another guy who had joined us. It was quite busy in there and we were shielded from the view of anyone coming down the stairs so I leant forward and began to suck the dark haired guy's cock. He didn't stop me and soon I was sucking him off while the other guy watched and wanked. I took turns sucking them both and then another guy joined us. I was really turned on doing it in such a public place and when one of the guys unzipped my smart trousers and pulled them down a bit so that he could finger my arse I didn't stop him. He tried to pull my pants right down but I wasn't stupid enough to let that happen. My pants and trousers were down at my knees and I was bent forward sucking on the dark haired guy's cock when I heard the guy behind me open a packet and soon he was fingering lube into my arsehole. I thought the guy behind me was going to fuck me but instead he turned me round so I was facing the urinal and the dark haired guy stepped up behind me and began to push his cock up me. I was so turned on - I couldn't believe I was about to be fucked up the arse in public toilet right in the centre of London with a load of people watching - especially by such a fit guy. I knew we would have to be quick and so did he - he began to fuck me hard and fast. I was even more turned on now - especially as I was fairly sure he was fucking me bareback while his boyfriend was shopping. I really wanted his load up me so I pushed back and clenched my arse on his cock. I could tell from his breathing that he was close and he whispered in my ear "Do you want it, mate?" I nodded and almost immediately he began to cum in my arse. He pulled out, stuffed his cock back in his pants and disappeared. I was so horny now I took hold of my cock and after just a few strokes I shot my load into the urinal in front of everyone who had just watched me being fucked and taking a load up my arse. Then I decided I had better get the hell out of there.... It was just a week or two later that I was in the north of Scotland for a family wedding. In the morning I had gone for a walk which took me out of the town centre and along by the river. I had walked for a couple of miles when I saw a toilet up ahead. I found it was open and went in silently. Two guys were standing at the urinal - a guy who looked about my age and a young blond guy who looked maybe early twenties. They had both shielded their cocks but I had seen them wanking together when I came in so I took a piss in the urinal and then flashed my cock. The young lad looked interested but the older guy turned away very obviously - he clearly wanted twinky boy to himself and I couldn't really blame him. As he was between me and the young lad I couldn't really do anything so I zipped up and left the toilet. I took a seat near the toilet for a while and neither of them came out. After a while I decided to go and see what was happening. I entered the toilet noiselessly and found there was no sign of either of them - but noticed that one of the cubicle doors was shut. I went in to the other cubicle, quietly shut the door and climbed up onto the toilet. I looked carefully over the wall. The blond lad was bent over the toilet with his pants down and the older guy was fucking him from behind. I watched his cock thrusting up the blond lad's arse and I was fairly sure I couldn't see a condom. They had obviously been at it for while and it looked like guy doing the fucking was getting close. After a few more thrusts he pushed his cock right up the lad's arse and held it there, obviously shooting his load right up him. I watched as he pulled his bare cock out the lad and within seconds he had zipped up and left. I was sure neither of them had seen me so I was really surprised when twinky boy looked up at me and grinned. He motioned to me to come and join him and I didn't hesitate. Soon he was sucking my cock and I could easily have let him suck me until I shot my load in his mouth but after a while he pulled off my cock, stood up, turned around and bent over the toilet. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. I hadn't cum for over a week and I didn't hold back. I fucked him hard and I could tell he was enjoying every minute of it. So was I - there is nothing I enjoy more than fucking a fit young lad who offers his arse with no questions asked. The fact that we were doing it in a public toilet that smelled of piss just turned me on even more. I wish I could have lasted longer but before long I was shooting what felt like a massive load right up his arse. Outside the toilet he asked my name and told me his, telling me he was a student at the nearby university. He was a really nice lad and we chatted for a while before I went to meet my family and he headed off to uni with two loads up his arse. I had been working hard for some time now and felt in need of a break so I booked a Friday afternoon off and flew to Berlin for a couple of days. On the Friday morning we had a meeting of the senior leadership team at work and the CEO had given all of us quite a hard time so I was glad to get away for a short break. I arrived late afternoon, checked in to my hotel, rested and then went for something to eat. Later that night I headed to The Bull, one of my favourite clubs in Berlin. Its quite seedy with a front bar and a large and usually very active darkroom with a toilet leading off it. There was quite a lot of sex going on in the dark room and as I watched some horny bareback fucking I began to relax a bit. I sucked a couple of cocks and then got sucked myself by a guy who was being fucked bb from behind. I didn't want to cum yet so I pulled out his mouth and went back into the bar for a drink. At the bar I noticed a good looking young mixed race lad. I had seen him in the dark room a couple of times in the course of the evening but he had only stood on the side lines and had not made any attempt to join in. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I had a couple of drinks and then headed back into the dark room. A fit guy was lying in one of the slings being fucked and as I watched the guy fucking him pulled out and moved away. I looked at the guy in the sling and he nodded. I pushed my cock up his well lubed hole and began to fuck. A fit skinhead guy was standing next to me as I fucked, waiting his turn. I had seen this guy in the darkroom earlier - he has a really big fat cock and I had seen quite a few guys sucking on it but so far no one had been brave enough to take it up their arse. I didn't want to cum just yet so I pulled out and watched as the skinhead pushed his massive cock into the arse of the guy in the sling and began to fuck him. The guy in the sling had obviously taken a few loads already but still looked as if he was being split in two by the skinhead's massive cock. I watched them fuck for a while and then headed back to the bar for a couple of drinks and then headed back to the dark room. The young mixed race lad was walking into the dark room just in front of me, stumbling a little and I guessed he had probably had a few drinks now. I went to the toilet and then returned to the dark room which was now really packed. The mixed race lad had now joined in and was sitting on the bench sucking on any cock that was presented to him. The next time I looked over the mixed race lad was sucking on the skinhead's big cock, his pants and trousers now at his ankles as another guy fucked him from behind. After a while the guy pulled out and I watched as the skinhead pushed his cock up the mixed race lad's slim arse. I was surprised he managed to take it but he just continued sucking cock as the skinhead fucked him. After a while the skinhead pulled out and another guy took over. I went into the toilet and took a piss and, just as I was finishing, the skinhead came in to the toilet. He stood at the urinal next to me and flashed his hard cock. I leaned over and took it in to my mouth. I knew it had just been up the mixed race lad's arse but I didn't care. I sucked him for a while and then he pulled me up and turned me round. He pulled my trousers and pants down and bent me over. I really wanted to be fucked but I hadn't taken a cock that big up my arse for a long time. I lubed myself up and bent over the sink, pulling my cheeks apart so that he could get his cock up my arse. A few other guys had come in to the toilet now so we had a bit of an audience as he began to fuck me. I think it was one of the best fucks I have ever had - he showed no mercy - just fucked me harder and harder. I was being fucked so hard I actually started to piss a little, but I didn't care. The day had started very stressfully but it was ending brilliantly and I wondered what my colleagues would say if they could see me now, bent over, pants down, being fucked without a condom in the toilet of a seedy club in Berlin. I knew I was going to get his load as he was fucking me harder and harder and then he pushed my face down into the sink, pushed his cock right up my arse and held it there. I could actually feel his cum pumping into my arse as he unloaded in me. It felt like he was shooting a massive load into me and when he had finished coming he pulled out and left the toilet without a word. I felt as if my arse was gaping and I could feel some cum running down my legs - I don't know when I was last so turned on or fucked so well. I made my way back into the dark room, desperate to cum now. I was in luck - the mixed race lad was still bent over and a guy had just shot a load up him and pulled out. I stepped up, lined up my cock and pushed. After just a few thrusts I shot one of the biggest loads of my life right up him. A little later I was walking through the streets of Berlin on the way back to my hotel now feeling totally relaxed. I love roaming the streets of Berlin at night - especially after I've been fucked at the Tiergarten or the Bull. My arse still felt as if it was gaping and as I walked along enjoying the late summer evening I let the cum slide out into my pants.

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Part 7 I had a few more horny experiences in the toilet at Marble Arch that summer - one afternoon I fucked a good looking young German guy with an incredibly tight arse who was well up for being fucked. I fucked him bareback, pants down in the toilet cubicle and shot my load right up him and then about half an hour later I saw him walking along Oxford Street hand in had in with his girlfriend. One day I was in there looking over the wall into the next stall when I saw someone I knew bent over the toilet being fucked. I had met Peter a few weeks before on holiday in Ibiza and had had a very enjoyable threesome with him and his partner. They were both in their late 20s and also from London. Peter was really good looking, small, slim and dark with a cheeky smile and a hairy arse and his partner was taller and a bit nerdy looking. I had met them one night at Bar Teatro and after a few drinks we had ended up back at their apartment. After a lot of sucking and rimming we had both fucked Peter up the arse - me with a condom (they insisted) and his partner without one. Peter was now bent over the toilet, his smart work shirt pushed up his back and his trousers and pants at his ankles as a tall Arab guy fucked him up the arse. I unzipped my trousers, got my cock out and started to wank as I watched Peter being fucked. As I watched, the Arab guy pulled his cock right out of Peter's arse and wanked it a few times. As he did, I noticed that the Arab guy's cock was massive which really turned me on and also noticed that he wasn't wearing a condom - which turned me on even more. As I watched, he pushed his cock back up Peter's arse and began to fuck him again. Peter's boyfriend had an average sized cock and I guessed he was really enjoying taking the Arab guy's massive cock up his tight little arse. I now had a great view of his big bare cock thrusting into Peter's arse and it was not too long before he pushed his cock hard up Peter's arse and held it there, obviously shooting his load right up him. I watched as the Arab guy stuffed his cock back into his pants and left the cubicle. Peter stood up and leaned against the tiled wall of the cubicle for a moment, then bent down and pulled up his pants. We had talked about meeting up again for another threesome when we were back in London and I was really turned on knowing that Peter fucked bare behind his boyfriend's back. I decided to make contact and see if I could get to meet him on his own. This proved quite easy and about two weeks after I had seen him in the toilet he met me at my flat and I fucked him bareback and dumped two loads right up his hairy arse hole. Not long after this I met the guy who was to become my partner for the next ten years. When we met we talked about safe sex and I said I usually played safe but admitted my record was not 100%. He was the same and so we agreed we would continue to use condoms and get tested. We both tested negative but continued to use condoms throughout our relationship - somehow it just seemed natural. I was glad we did keep using condoms with each other because it meant that I wasn't putting him at risk when I occasionally indulged in a bit of unprotected sex outside the relationship.... We had been together just over a year when I got stuck in traffic one afternoon on the way home from work. We were living in West London at the time and a serious accident had resulted in several roads being closed. I had finished work early and was looking forward to getting home but the roads all around became grid locked and I got stuck in traffic for over two hours. Eventually I managed to find a way out of the traffic and worked out a possible route home. The traffic was still moving very slowly and I had now been stuck in the car for nearly three hours. I was desperate for a piss and I knew if I didn't find somewhere to stop I was going to totally piss my pants. I was now somewhere in the vicinity of Southall in West London and just up ahead I saw a sign for a public toilet. I wasn't sure if it would still be open but a few minutes later I saw the toilet on the edge of a big square green and as I got closer to it I saw someone go in. Seconds later I was parked up and making my way to the toilet. It was quite busy in there but I practically elbowed two guys aside and pushed my way into the urinal. I don't think I have ever needed or enjoyed a piss so much. When I had finally finished I had a look around and realised I had stumbled into a very active toilet. Soon I was wanking at the urinal with three other guys and the door to the one cubicle, which had been shut, was opened again and I saw that there were two guys in there. One was a guy about my age and the other a young Asian lad who looked about eighteen or nineteen. I was standing next to the cubicle and the guy motioned to me to stand in front of it. Soon I was keeping watch as the two guys at the urinal continued wanking each other and the Asian lad bent over and started sucking the other guy's cock. I had not cum for several days and I was horny so I didn't hesitate to get involved in the action. I watched as the Asian lad sucked the other guy's cock for a while and then stood up. The guy turned him round and the Asian lad pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over the toilet. I watched as the guy rolled on a condom and pushed his cock up the Asian lad's arse. It slid up him easily and I guessed that they been fucking when I had interrupted them. I watched and wanked for a while and then the Asian lad turned his head and took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me very well and I had every intention of letting him suck me until I unloaded in his mouth but after a while the guy pulled out of the Asian lad's arse and motioned to me to take his place. As I moved round behind the Asian lad he handed me a condom. I took it but I didn't put it on. I pulled the Asian lad's cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. I slid up his arse easily and began to fuck him. I don't know if the Asian lad realised he was being fucked without a condom - he didn't look around - but the other guy's eyes widened and then he began to wank as he watched me barebacking the Asian lad. I was very horny and knew I wouldn't last very long so I took hold of the Asian lad and began to fuck him harder. After about ten or twelve thrusts I was very close and the other guy whispered "are you cumming up his arse?" I nodded and he said "Fuck that's hot...do it, mate....cum in his arse" I groaned and began to shoot what felt like a massive load right up the Asian lad, encouraged all the time by the other guy. I thought he was one of these guys who don't fuck without a condom themselves but get turned on by seeing others do it but as soon as I pulled out he was back up the Asian lad - no condom this time - and after just a few hard thrusts he added his load to mine. It was all very horny and I was really turned on by the thought that the other guy had been playing safe until he saw me fucking bare. It was about two years later when I gave into temptation again. I was in the northern part of what had formerly been East Germany and I was taking the train back to Berlin after visiting a friend. It was mid morning and the station was quite quiet. This particular part of East Germany hadn't yet seen much regeneration and the station was quite old fashioned and run down. I had quite a bit of time before my train so I walked to the end of the long platform and then back again and up to the other end. At the far end of the platform I discovered the entrance to a toilet. I went in and found a small urinal area and two cubicles. One of the cubicles was occupied and the other was empty. I took a piss in the urinal and then looked into the vacant cubicle. There was some graffiti on the wall and quite a large glory hole between the cubicles. I felt my cock hardening in my pants - it had been several years since I encountered a decent glory hole. I entered the cubicle and locked the door. I pulled my pants down and sat on the toilet. The hole was covered with paper on the other side so I waited, hoping that it wouldn't be some old troll in the other cubicle. After a short while the paper moved and I saw someone look through the hold. I could tell it was quite a young guy so I leaned back and showed my hard cock. Almost immediately his finger appeared at the hole. I looked through and saw a fairly ordinary looking guy who looked to be in his early to mid 20s. I didn't hesitate. I stood up and pushed my hard cock through the hole. The German lad began to suck me and soon I was pushing myself hard against the wall, enjoying an amazing blow job. I was soon close to cumming and so I pulled out and motioned to him to push his cock through. He did and I sucked him for a while. After a while he pulled his cock back and, ready to cum now, I pushed my cock back through the hole. He sucked me for a moment and then stopped and I felt a different sensation. I pulled back and looked through the hole. His bare arse was now pushed against the hole and as I watched, he reached round and pulled his cheeks apart. There was no way I could resist, even if I had wanted to. I took hold of my cock pushed it up his arse and gave him what he wanted. I fucked him hard until I shot my load right up him. When I finished cumming and pulled out he looked through the hole and grinned at me. I grinned back, pulled up my pants and opened the cubicle door. A young blond guy in a German Army uniform was standing outside the cubicles, leaning on the sink. I wasn't sure how quiet I had been as I unloaded my cum up the young guy's arse but the soldier didn't look at me. He just stared straight ahead as I washed my hands and left the toilet. He was quite good looking, blond and stocky, with what looked like a very fit arse filing out his Bundeswehr army trousers. Once outside the cubicle I checked my watch - still about 15 minutes before my train was due. I took a seat a little way down the platform and watched the toilet door. No one came out and I wondered if the army guy was now enjoying a bareback fuck. I got up and made my way to the toilet. I entered very quietly and listened for a while. The cubicle doors were quite solid so I couldn't really hear anything. Noiselessly I got down and took a look under the cubicle doors. As I thought - two pairs of feet both pointing in the same direction - a pair of trainers on one side of the partition and a pair of army boots on the other. The army guy now had his cock up the other guy's arse and I guessed that it would not be long before the lad on the other side took another load of cum up his arse. I was now in a serious relationship and in addition to this, more an more public toilets were being closed down, so it was quite a few years before I next dropped my pants in a public toilet. It happened by chance. By the mid 2000s my relationship was not really going anywhere and me and my partner were increasingly living separate lives. My career, on the other hand, was taking off and I was doing well and on the way up. I was starting to apply for jobs at a higher level and soon I had got my first interview. I had to go to Richmond in South West London for my interview and I took good care to get there in plenty of time. I had a wander round and it was not too long before I found a public toilet underneath a branch of Waitrose. I had plenty of time to kill so I thought I would just check it out. I knew immediately it was active - I had entered as quietly as possible and as I did, a cubicle door banged and two guys at the urinals had obviously just pulled apart. I joined the two guys at the urinal, a young black guy and a guy in a postman's uniform. Soon we were all wanking I had my hand down the back of the young black lad's pants, fingering his arsehole. The black lad shot his load first, closely followed by the postman. I went off for my interview and when I came back out I had some lunch and then made my way back to the toilet. It was now early afternoon and the toilet was quite quiet. I wanked at the urinal with two guys for a while but neither of them really interested me and they soon left. After a while three other guys came in. One went into a cubicle and the other two came over to the urinal. A coupe of other guys came and went and soon there was me, a fit skinhead in green bomber jacket and a tall, thin dark haired young lad all wanking together at the urinal. No one came in for a while and the young lad bent over and began to suck my cock. When he stood up again I went down and started sucking the skinhead's big cock. After a while the young lad motioned to the end cubicle and the skin head followed him. I hesitated. I knew it was taking a big risk but I was very horny..... Seconds later all three of us were in the end cubicle with our pants down and the young dark haired lad was on his knees taking turns sucking my cock and the skinhead's. It was very horny and it was soon to get hornier. As the dark haired guy sucked my cock, the skinhead pulled him up and began to finger his arse. He got down behind the dark haired guy and pulled his pants right down. He pulled his cheeks apart and began to lick his arse and the dark haired guy moaned. After a while he stood up and began to rub his cock against the dark haired guy's arse hole. He started trying to push it up him but the dark haired guy pulled back and shook his head. The skinhead produced a small pack of lube and showed it to him but he shook his head again. The skinhead looked at me. I was well horny now and I didn't hesitate. I pulled my pants right down and bent over and he opened the sachet and fingered some lube into my arse. I felt his hard cock pushing against my arse and I spread my legs and pushed back. He pushed his cock right up me and I groaned as he began to fuck me. I was really turned on. The toilet was dirty and smelt strongly of piss and a lot of flies were buzzing around and here I was, bent over with my pants down and my smart suit trousers at my ankles being fucked bareback by a total stranger. It was a while since I had done anything like this and I was more turned on than I had been for a long time. I also hadn't had a cock this big up my arse for a while and I enjoyed every minute of the fuck and even more so when he groaned loudly and pushed his cock hard up my arse and held it there and I knew I was taking a load up cum up my arse for the first time in years. The skinhead finished cumming and pulled out. I was just about to get up when, to my surprise, the young dark haired guy moved round and began to push his cock up my arse. I had thought he didn't want to fuck but I certainly wasn't complaining and I reached round and helped guide his cock into my arse. As I thought - no condom. When he was right up me I bent forward. The skinhead left the cubicle and the dark haired guy began to fuck me. I spread my legs and began to push back, once again enjoying a bareback fuck. After a short time his breathing got heavier and heavier and he put his arms round me and pulled me back as he slumped over me and I knew I was getting a second load up my unprotected arse. Soon I was sitting on the underground on my way home to my partner , looking smart and professional in my best suit - with two random loads of cum in my arse. Later that year one of my friends was down from Scotland for a conference and I had arranged to meet him after work for a few drinks before we went on for something to eat with some other friends. Alan was the same age as me and we had been friends for many years. He was in a long term relationship but sometimes strayed when he was away from home and he and I had been cruising together quite a few times. Some years ago when Alan was staying with me we had a threesome with a young blond twink and I discovered that Alan also sometimes enjoyed fucking without a condom. That night we had both fucked the twink bareback and cum in his arse and the next day we had both got horny and I had fucked Alan and shot a load up him. Since then we had become fuck buddies as well as friends. I hadn't seen Alan for a while and was looking forward to catching up with him. We had arranged to meet in a bar in central London called 79CXR It closed down some years ago but it was very popular at this time. It was also quite often very cruisy - especially downstairs in the toilets and occasionally upstairs in the bar on the first floor. I had arranged to meet Alan in the first floor bar and I was a bit early so I got myself a drink and went to find a table. It was quite quiet up there - just me and a group of six or seven 20 something lads enjoying a drink after work. Alan was a bit late but after a while he joined me, grinning and sat down with his drink. As he sat down, a young blond lad joined the group in the bar. He looked over at Alan and grinned as he joined his mates. I looked at Alan suspiciously. He grinned again and told me he had just fucked the lad in the toilets downstairs. "Did you use a condom?" I asked. Alan grinned again and shook his head. "Did you cum in his arse?" Alan nodded, still grinning. I looked across at the lad, drinking with his mates - none of them with any idea that he had just taken a load of cum in his arse. We had a few drinks and then Alan asked me if I fancied checking out the toilet with him. I was still horny from what he had told me earlier and didn't take much persuading. We made our way down to toilet separately so as not to make it too obvious. We were soon in a threesome with a ginger suited guy and then we were joined by an older guy. Alan was (as usual) the centre of attention and at one point he was on his knees sucking one cock after another as I kept watch at the door. Soon he was bent over, pants and trousers at his ankles, sucking the ginger lad as the older guy rimmed him and another guy watched and wanked. I was really turned on watching the scene as first the older guy and then the ginger guy fingered Alan's arse while he sucked the other guy. It was the ginger guy who fucked him - bareback up against the urinal - and shot his load right up him. It was very horny. It was nearly time to meet the others and I walked back to Alan's hotel with him. When we got into his room he asked if I was horny. "Fuck yeah" I said. Without a word he pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over the bed. I unzipped my trousers, pulled my pants down and pushed my cock right up his arse. He groaned as I began to fuck him. I hadn't fucked Alan for a couple of years and I enjoyed every minute of it - knowing that he had the ginger lad's load up him just made it even hornier and it was not long before I shot a nice big load right up Alan's cunt. He had just time for a quick shower and as I watched him pulling on a clean pair of pants I asked him if he still had our cum up his arse and he nodded. As far as I know he still had two loads of cum up his arse as we met our friends in a nearby restaurant. Final part to follow

black top in my white bottom

Nothing makes me hotter than seeing a hung Black Dom using a white sub's hole. I love the contrast of dark and light skin. Also, there is just a primal dominance exuded from Masculine Top Men that makes me weak and "need" to submit. Wish I could find a Big Black Top Man to call my Daddy. BBRT- fucknfeedme

But of course, Black Top and white bottom!!!

As a white bottom with a beefy bubble ass rhat had taken many fine black stallions in him: black top, white bottom unquestionably. Anything else is a waste of good horse meat.

When I realized I was uncut I told my mom why she didn't circumcise me. She said no sharp object belongs near a penis. Now that I'm grown up I couldn't agree more. I love my uncut foreskin. My cockhead was so sensitive at 15. I was a virgin and my foreskin was so tight I could barely get my cockhead out all the way. I had to use a lot of oil and lube and pull back my foreskin and leave it to stretch for hours. Once I got over that situation I finally had to overcome my super sensitive cockhead. It was so sensitive I could barely touch it. I finally turned 17 and had my first fuck buddy. He would blow me focusing on my sensitive cockhead. After many sessions of wincing in pain it finally desensitized and now it feels great. Being uncut I know that my cockhead has way more sensitivity than the average dick that is cut. I can literally feel everything when I'm barebacking.

The next scene in the video showed what in my experience was a more typical older guy hitting on a twink.* They were at a party and the guy was being very aggressive and finally convinced the boy to go to a bedroom with him.** Henry said that boy is cute but the guy is an asshole.* He asked if that was the kind of tops I had previously been with and I nodded and he told John to put a different disk on. The next movie was one I knew very well about two guys in a ski lodge and I loved pretending I was the boy role whenever I watched it because he looked so happy and he even sucked his thumb while getting rimmed and again when being fucked.* We were still at the beginning of the movie though and the guy had the boy on his knees and was holding his head and sliding his cock in the boy's mouth.* Henry told me that he reminded him of me and I saw his cock was hard again and I asked him if he wanted me to get on my knees again.* He told me he'd love to see me on my knees again but he had other plans and he stood up and went and prepared some more lines. He called me over and told me to do two of them then he did two and told me to do two more.* When I finished he took my hand and led me back to the table and again lifted me up on to it.* He positioned me so that I was on my belly and I could see on the TV that the boy in the movie was basically in the same position and then Henry started to lick my ass just like in the video.* I felt like I had become that boy and I remember putting my thumb in my mouth and sucking it and Henry telling me I was so cute.* I started dreaming about Henry fucking me and then realized he probably knew this movie and was planning on doing so at the same time as the movie but I also remembered the guy breeding the boy and was worried about Henry doing that to me. Just then Henry started to finger my ass and told me I had a hot tight boyhole and he then told me that he wanted it and he asked me, "Bobby, Daddy wants this, will you give Daddy your boyhole?" I knew I couldn't deny him and told him he could do anything he wanted. He pushed a second finger in me and slowly fucked my boyhole and by then the lines had me flying and I started pushing against his finger but he told me to stop and I should let Daddy do what he wants. I stopped and just watched him and hoped this never ended. He added another finger and told me soon my boyhole would be his and then I'd be his little boy and I started moaning as he was tapping my prostate and I felt so fucking good. He pulled his fingers out and told me I was ready. I stopped sucking my thumb and he took my hand and moved it down and then he pushed my thumb into my boyhole and moved it around then he pushed it back in my mouth and told me I should enjoy my sweet boyhole while he does too. I couldn't believe I was sucking my own ass juice off my thumb but I loved it and knew I'd be doing that again. And now I felt his cock pushing into me. I was letting him fuck me raw and I wasn't scared and he told me that this was now his boyhole and that I was his little boy and I realized then that I never wanted to top again and that I was a bottom boy and between that realization and him getting his entire cock in me I started to shake and sucked my thumb as hard as a could and had an orgasm that ran from my boyhole and spread out to my entire body but didn't stop a few seconds later like a normal one but just continued and I could feel Henry starting to pound me making me shake more. He was saying something but I couldn't hear anything but the feeling throughout my body was getting stronger and then I felt it and my cock started shooting as I went crazy with my body shaking. The next thing I heard was Henry calling my name and asking if I was OK. OK? I was great. He told me I passed out after we came. I asked what happened to me and he told me I had an orgasm from him fucking me and that when he told me he was going to cum in me that I screamed and my cock blew and he held he as a shook and finally I collapsed and past out. He then leaned over me and kissed me and again conquered my mouth, body and soul. Finally his cock softened and slipped out and he walked around the table and held me head and kissed me again. He then told me he wanted me to keep kissing him and he was going to have John fuck me now. What I thought he wanted me and I didn't want John to fuck me but then Henry told me he wanted to hold me while his little boy was fucked and did I want my Daddy to hold me and kiss me and I looked at him and knew I couldn't say no and nodded and he lowered his mouth to mine and a few seconds later I felt John move my legs and my body tensed but Henry whispered to be a good boy and I relaxed and felt John enter me. John started fucking fast and he was saying how much he has wanted to fuck me and how great my ass is. Henry then looked at me and told me I was such a good boy for letting Daddy and Uncle John have my boyhole and then he asked me if I liked being their little boy and I nodded. We could hear John getting close to cumming and Henry told me I should tell Uncle John to fuck me as hard and as fast as he wants and that I wanted his cum in my boyhole. Before I knew what was happening I heard myself begging John to fuck and breed me. Henry put my thumb in my mouth and told me to watch Uncle John's face as he cums in me. As I looked into his eyes he yelled that he was cumming and I loved the look on his face and was happy to know that I was bringing him so much pleasure.

John put his hands on my head and guided me up and down his cock as he told me and Henry what a good cocksucker I was.* I was so happy because I knew I was making him feel good.* Just as the last couple of lines were reaching my brain John started to push into my throat and when I gagged and tried pulling away he held me head tight and let me back up no more than an inch and a few seconds later pulled me forward and this time I didn't gag.* John fucked my throat for a few minutes until he blew his load straight into my throat. After he came he let go of my head and slumped back into chair. Henry walked over and pulled me off of John. Henry stood me up and then pulled my briefs off of me. He told me I looked so cute in my briefs but it was time for them to go. I just stared at him as he got me naked. He then led me to a table and lifted me up and sat me on the table and started kissing me. His kisses were unlike any I have had before. He wasn't forceful but I knew he was conquering my mouth with the way he kissed me. When he was finished kissing me he laid me down and positioned my head off an edge. Saying nothing further he walked over to my head and holding me he pushed his cock into my mouth. He moved very slowly but didn't stop until he was fully in me. He then pulled back just as slowly and then pushed into me again. Just like his kissing he didn't force me but I knew I had surrendered to him. He made a few moans and each time I heard them by body would shake in pleasure. I realized my enjoyment was linked to his enjoyment. Before all sexual pleasure was linked to my cock and right then I didn't even know or care if I was hard, I knew I just wanted to give him whatever he wanted. Henry started to pick up speed. Soon he was pounding my face. It started to hurt a little and was uncomfortable but when he told me to swallow I didn't care because he was about to cum and wanted it to be so good for him. He started to moan louder and squeezed my head harder and fucked my face so fast that really hurt but hearing his moaning made me want more. He yelled as he started cumming and my whole body shook as he came in me. I nursed on his softening cock for a few minutes until he pulled out and bent down and kissed me. He pulled me off the table and hugged me and held me head to his chest for a moment. John got up and made us drinks and Henry set up more lines again and we sat down and started to watch the video again. Henry held me as we watched and I felt awesome.

Part 3 The whole gang laughed but not at Tad because they were paying no attention to him. They were laughing as Willie flopped about on his stomach while Crank forced a second fat finger into his aching asshole. Crank laid one thick finger atop the other and turned them like a corkscrew into Willie's tight canal. "Where's the fucking grease, Sam," Crank complained loudly as his fingers refused to be pushed further than the second knuckle into the groaning teenager's dry ass hole. Sam scurried off to the kitchen to fetch a can of shortening with a backwards glance at the suffering boy. By the time he returned with a can of commercial shortening, Willie had been rolled on his back by the bikers and his wrists tied to his ankles and his elbows to his knees. By this method, his legs were forced to bend at the knees and spread wide apart as they were drawn up towards his chest. As he lay on his back, his buttocks were lifted from the table and the space between his legs was laid open and fully exposed. The bikers left him on his back with his buttocks hanging over one side of the table and his head hanging over the other side. Some helpful gang member lifted Willie's head so that he could watch Crank grease his big dick. Willie watched with his mouth open and panting in fearful anticipation as Crank scooped a gob of shortening from the can that Sam was holding in his shaking hands. Crank smeared his hard cock from its root to its tip with the thick white goo. He took a second gob on the two fingers he had been using to assault the boy's ass and shoved it into Willie's puckered asshole with a single stroke. Willie screamed and bucked at the double digit invasion of his virgin ass and screamed again as Crank screwed his fingers in and out to smear the grease about inside Willie's newly opened shit chute. Tears clouded Willie's vision, as in a blur Crank take his place between Willie's thighs. As Willie felt the blunt tip of Crank's dick kiss his greased asshole, the boy whimpered in anticipation of the raping thrust. "Take a deep breath, fuck meat," Crank cheerily advised him, "and kiss your fucking cherry ass goodbye." Crank lunged forward and with a single brutal thrust buried the entire length of his dick in Willie's gut. Willie screamed and the gang cheered as Crank began humping his greasy prick into the boy. Tad did not raise his head to look but screwed his eyes closed as if that would block out Willie's screams. "Shut him up," Crank huffed as he put a hand behind each of Willie's knees to brace himself while he humped. The helpful biker dropped Willie's head and being helpful still stopped the boy's screaming by thrusting his cock into the teenager's gaping mouth. As Crank pounded his prick into Willie's overstretched asshole, the helpful biker at the boy's head engaged in oral rape. The two brutes quickly found their rhythm and double humped the boy like two rutting beasts. After a few minutes, which to Willie seemed like hours, Crank grunted and drove his prick all the way into the boy. The biker's massive body froze for an instant in sexual paroxysm, then his loins contracted as he ejaculated his hot semen into Willie's gut. Willie had no time to think about what had been done to him or that he now carried inside his body a part of his rapist, which he would absorb to make it forever a part of him. He could only feel relief as Crank's raping dick left his body and horror as another biker's raping dick took its place. Willie tried to scream as the new penetration renewed his agony but his scream was muffled to extinction by the prick filling his mouth. "Deep throat me, cocksucker," the helpful mouth raping biker husked as forced his bloated cock past Willie's virgin glottis and down into the boy's throat. Willie gagged and wretched as his body tried to expel the hot mass plugging his throat. The boy couldn't breathe as his throat was completely stopped by hot, hard man meat. The helpful biker looked down and smiled as Willie twisted and writhed in a desperate and futile fight for breath. Willie's frightened face turned red and then blue, before the helpful biker withdrew enough prick meat to allow Willie a few gulps of air. Willie was still gasping desperately when the helpful biker slid his prick back down the teenager's ravaged throat. The helpful biker's oral rape had a rhythm, which Willie quickly learned. Three rapid throat raping penetrations were followed by one deep throat which the biker held until Willie thought he would pass out. Willie learned to fill his lungs between the three short strokes so that he would have enough breath to carry him through the deep throat ordeal. Willie did not know that it was his struggle for air and the working of his throat that turned the helpful biker on and kept him going strong. The biker between Willie's legs picked up the helpful biker's rhythm and started fucking in three short thrusts which was followed by a deep penetration during which he ground his coarse pubic hair into Willie's upturned buttocks. The two men worked together as they grunted and sweated to torture the teenager by making him feel every moment of his double rape. They thrust their hips until their heavy, hairy balls slapped against his forehead and his backside. They ground their filthy pubic hear against his tender skin. They corkscrewed, pounded, plowed and pried their pricks into his body and not satisfied with his suffering from these assaults, they tormented him further by using his body as a sexual toy. In a concerted effort to torture the abused prep-school senior by sexually arousing him during his rape, the helpful biker tweaked the boy's pink nipples and caressed his heaving chest while the other rapist stroked the boy's pink prick and tickled his clean shaven scrotum with touches lighter than a feather. Willie to his shame started feeling aroused by the things his rapists were doing to him. As the rapist between his legs pounded his prick inside Willie, he hit a place that made the boy moan and curl his toes in a spasm so intense that the battered teenager longed to feel it again. To this pleasure was added an arousal caused by suffocation which made Willie long to hold his mouth rapist dick in his throat until he passed out. His torment was completed by their tender caresses to his nipples and his cock and balls. The abused teenager could not fight the stimulation coming from all directions at once. His mind was overwhelmed by sexual arousal and his body betrayed him as his prick became fully erect and he started pushing his face into the helpful biker's crotch while humping his hips for the man between his legs. The helpful biker covered Willie's head with his hunching body as he squeezed Willie's tender nipples and pulled them away from his chest. "Take my fuck," He gasped as he drove his prick down Willie's throat. "I'm cumming, cocksuker. Eat my fucking scum." Willie gagged and gulped and gagged as the helpful biker filled his throat with bolt after bolt of scalding fuck juice. Halfway through his ejaculation the brute pulled his pulsing prick from Willie's throat and mouth to shoot the last of his cum across the boy's sweaty face. The helpful biker released Willie's nipples and uncurled himself from the boy's head, then he stepped out of the way for the next biker to have his turn at Willie's gaping mouth. Willie was disappointed, he had been so close to cumming when the helpful biker had pulled his prick from Willie's aching throat. Willie was ashamed of his desire, but he needed another prick lodged in his throat. He opened his mouth eagerly and accepted the next biker's drooling dick into his mouth. Willie wanted to cum, to feel his balls boiling over and pumping hot nut oil out his dick, so that he would have to feel nothing else. The biker between Willie's legs changed his rhythm to match the new mouth raper's pace. He teased Willie's hard cock and jerked the boy against his will. Willie was being driven to sexual madness by the unending double penetration and the unwonted manipulation of his nipples and his cock. He knew that he shouldn't but he wanted his rape to continue so that he could feel the constant sexual stimulation, that tickling pleasure that drew him ever closer to climax and blocked out all the horror and humiliation of his rape. He grunted with each penetration and thrust back to force the rapist deeper into his gut. His nipples turned to hard peaks of sexual stimulation as his testicles congested with lusty blood and his achingly hard cock leaked precum in a steady stream. The biker between Willie's legs abandoned his steady rhythm and started copulating like a rutting dog upon a bitch. As he drove his prick into Willie in a blur of short, sharp strokes while he jerked the boy's hard cock at lightning speed. The biker reached his climax with a shout and humped the boy throughout his orgasm while he twisted Willie's prick as if he would tear it out by the root. With a strangled cry, Willie came in a fountain of hot cum which struck the biker in the chest and dropped back in fat white gobs onto Willie's heaving belly.

I regret I was circumsized, but I'm in the process of restoring my "fauxskin". I enjoy uncut cocks - the look, the feel (both playing with the skin and getting fucked with it - if your ass muscle's strong, you can grab the skin and let your top's dickhead slide in and out - works every time for getting a load). I especially love the look of a cockhead just peaking out from the foreskin, and guys who stay covered even when hard are the ultimate turn-on for me. The restoration process is slow - the goal is to induce mitosis (cellular growth in response to the stress of gently stretching the skin oi a regular basis) rather than actually stretching the skin you have - but I've gained almost an inch of new skin in the last 8 months, to the point where it covers the edge of the corona when I'm sitting (it never did before). By being circumsized, I've lost the band of ridged muscle that tightens the foreskin when it's covering the glans, but by increasing the inner skin (what's above the scar line) I'll regain some of the oil glands that lubricate the glans and with full coverage, some of the sensitivity I've lost. It can be done manually with tugging exorcizes, you can make your own tugging/stretching device with a pill or film canister, some 3M Micropore tape and a length of elastic, or you can buy a ready-made device - there are several out there. A regular daily routine is required, as well as patience, but you can reverse some of the damage done by circumcision.

Most white guys in the US are cut and a large percentage of black men are uncut. My understanding is (I may be wrong) that in Europe they don’t perform circumcisions as routinely as they do in the US. I would like to find out 2 things. Maybe even get a pole / thread going (I don’t know how to do that). 1. What kinds of things do UNCUT guys do with their foreskins? 2. What kinds of things do CUT guys do WITH UNCUT guys foreskins. I like to get on my knees and the hold foreskin gently with my teeth and tug on it a little like a puppy with a chew toy (I don’t chew, it’s just an example). I like to put the cock in my mouth all the way down and firmly use my lips to pull every bit of foresskin over the head of the cock and then suck on the skin like a baby with a baby bottle. I like to hold the base of the cock and work my toung up under the foreskin and work it around the head licking it. Docking. If you are cut get an uncut guy to dock with you and use his foreskin if it is long enough to jack you off into his foreskin. THEN you will realize what has been take from you. A long standing thing with gay men in general it that if you mention uncut cock most go YUCK! I get a little smirk on my face and start to envision the things above that I like to do with it. LETS outlaw circumcision.