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For the past couple weeks I’ve been going out to back my ass up to a glory hole every single day, making sure I at least take 3-4 loads before I leave. The only days I didn’t do that were the days I went to a bath house and spent a couple hours in a sling lol Now I don’t think I can /not/ take anon day every day, my hole is too greedy lol

A few years ago I was invited to join some friends on a trip to Munich for a long weekend in December. There were six of us - my friend Michael and his partner, another couple in their mid 30s, Ben and Paul, and another friend of Michael's I hadn't met. For reasons which will become obvious I've changed all the names in this story...... I liked Michael very much - he'd been a good friend for many years and I liked his partner too. The other couple I knew but less well, Paul had been friends with Michael for a long time and I had met him and his partner Ben quite a few times and liked them both. We flew out to Munich on the Friday morning and checked out the Christmas markets in the afternoon. We were all staying until Monday except Paul who had to fly home on Sunday due to work commitments. We had a good time and I enjoyed the company very much. I had been busy at work and was working long hours so I had not had much time for anything else and I was looking forward to having a break. I was also feeling very horny. I knew, however, that this particular group of friends didn't really approve of things like cruising and saunas or sex clubs and also had very strong views on monogamy and on safe sex. I had often heard them talking about it and talking very disapprovingly about the amount of barebacking going on. I had every intention, however, of getting some time to myself and going in search of some horny bareback sex. On the Saturday night we all went out for a meal and later on that night I went off to a large park I had heard was a good cruising ground. I found it easily and had a wander round. It was a beautiful night but it was very cold and there were not many people around. I tried cruising a young lad who looked to be in his late 20s and was dressed in jeans and a puffer jacket but he didn't seem to be interested. A few older guys were cruising but nothing much was happening. Even though I wasn't getting any action, I enjoyed walking around very much. I passed the young lad a few more times with the same result and just as I was on the point of giving up and going back to my hotel, he passed me again and started cruising me. I assumed he had been looking for someone nearer his own age but had concluded that I would have to do. I didn't care and soon his jeans and pants were down and his cock was in my mouth. He had a fair sized cock and I enjoyed sucking it very much. He didn't object when I turned him round and soon my tongue was up his arse. I rimmed him for a while and then stood up and began to rub the head of my cock over his arsehole. Again he didn't object so I began to push the head of my cock into his hole. He groaned and, reaching into his pocket, handed me a small packet. I thought it was going to be a condom but it was a small sachet of lube. I lubed him up and pushed my cock slowly right up his arse. Soon he was leaning against a tree, his puffer jacket hitched up and his jeans and pants at his knees as I fucked him bareback. His arse was really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I hadn't cum for several days and before too long I was shooting what felt like a massive load right up his arse. I was feeling much more relaxed and chilled now and we all went out for lunch on Sunday and then Ben went with Paul to the airport for his flight home. The other three were going out for the evening and would not be back until late- they had obtained tickets for some high brow concert outside Munich and were really excited about it. Ben and I arranged to go out for something to eat and found a really good Italian restaurant. I was getting to know Ben a bit better now and I really liked him. A few things he said suggested he was actually more relaxed about some things than the others and he sank quite a few pints of beer in the course of the evening. After we had finished our meal it was still quite early and Ben suggested going for a drink in a nearby gay bar. The bar was nice and modern with good music and friendly bar staff and it was just starting to get busy when we got there. When I went downstairs to the toilet, I discovered there was a darkroom down there too. I took a quick piss and then had a look in the darkroom. Quite a few guys were in there - a young blond twink was down on his knees sucking two older guys and a fit looking black guy was being fucked hard in a corner, I watched for a while and then went back upstairs. A little later Ben went to the toilet. He came back a little while later and said "There's a darkroom down there too." I nodded and Ben grinned. The blond twink was now at the bar and after a while he disappeared again. A little later Ben finished his drink and asked me if I fancied checking out the darkroom. The darkroom was a bit busier now - and there was quite a lot of sucking and fucking going on. The blond twink was bent over being fucked and a few other guys were watching and wanking. As we watched they guy fucking the twink thrust hard up his arse a few times and then pulled out. He took off a condom and threw it on the floor. The twink stayed bent over and a dark haired guy stepped up. He pulled the twink's cheeks apart, lined up his cock and pushed right up him bareback. Ben's eyes lit up and he said "Fuck!" as we moved in closer to watch the action. The dark haired guy was fucking the twink hard up against the wall now and Ben said "Fuck....I'd love to...." I said "Go on, if you want to." He looked at me. "I won't tell anyone." I said. Ben hesitated for a moment and then he moved over to the twink. I watched as Ben pulled his jeans and pants down to his knees and began to wank as he watched the twink being fucked. The twink turned round a little and bent forward, taking Ben's cock into his mouth. Ben and the dark haired guy spit roasted the twink for a while and then the dark haired guy thrust hard up his arse a few times and pushed his cock right up him and held it there and I knew he was cumming deep in the twink's arse. When he pulled out the twink turned round and pushed his arse towards Ben. Ben didn't hesitate - he pushed his bare cock right up the twink's arse and began to fuck him. I hadn't expected that at all and I soon had my cock out wanking as I watched Ben fucking the twink bareback. Ben fucked him for a while and after a while I could tell he was getting close. I watched as Ben threw his head back and pushed right up the twink, obviously blowing his load right up him. When Ben pulled out, I took his place. I was really horny from watching Ben and it wasn't long before I added my cum to the loads the twink already had up him. Ben was a bit quiet when we went back up to the bar but then we got talking to a group of German guys and he livened up again. We got talking to two guys in their mid 30s who were a couple who lived in Munich. One of them was tall and quite thin and the other small and chunky. I went to the toilet and when I came back Ben was chatting to them. I had noticed that Ben was flirting with them, and was clearly enjoying being off the leash for the evening. A little later I went to the bar for some more drinks. The bar was busy and it took me a while to get served. I looked over and saw that Ben was now standing closer to them and chunky guy had his hand on Ben's arse. When I got back the two German guys were just finishing their drinks and shortly after that they left. I couldn't see if they had left the bar or if they had gone downstairs, but I suspected the latter. After a short time Ben put his drink down and said casually "I think I might go check out the darkroom again..." I guessed that he was going to join the other two guys and sensed that he probably would be less inhibited if I wasn't there so I said "No problem, I'll see you later," I waited a while and then made my way back down to the darkroom. It didn't take me long to find Ben and as I had thought, he was with the two German guys. Ben and the taller guy were standing with their trousers and pants down and the chunky guy was down sucking on first one cock and then the other as Ben and the taller guy kissed each other. I watched for a while and then the German guy stood up and Ben got down and started sucking the other two. It was all very horny but it soon got even hornier. Ben was now bent over sucking the chunky guy, his fit arse in the air as the taller guy went round behind him. I saw him taking out a small packet and he began to rub some lube into Ben's arse. This was getting interesting... I didn't think there was any way Ben would get fucked without a condom, but he didn't even look round as the tall guy began to push his bare cock against his arsehole. I watched as the guy pushed his cock right up Ben's arse. He gave Ben a moment to get used to his cock and then began to fuck him. I had my cock out now, wanking as I watched Ben being fucked bareback. I had never thought that Ben would cheat on his boyfriend - and certainly not that he would do it without a condom. The tall guy was fucking him hard now and I could tell that Ben was loving every minute of it. I watched them fuck for a while and then the guy thrust up Ben's arse a few more times and I knew he was cumming in Ben's arse. The chunky guy pulled out of Ben's mouth and moved round behind him. His cock was much bigger than the tall guy's and I watched and wanked as Ben reached round and pulled his cheeks apart to help the guy get his big bare cock up his arse. The chunky guy fucked Ben hard and fast and I could hear Ben groaning as the chunky guy took hold of his hips and began to fuck him even harder. It wasn't long before he too shot his load up Ben's unprotected, cheating arse and I shot my load on to the floor of the darkroom I was back upstairs by the time Ben returned from the darkroom looking flushed. I asked him if he had fun and he grinned and nodded He had no idea I knew just how much fun he actually had.......

I was visiting Key West for a wedding this weekend, and the schedule was quite busy. Was with another friend of mine who is also a bottom, and after closing down a bar at 4am, we decided to hit the gay aps to see if anyone wanted a 3 way. My friend was pretty drunk, and wasn't sure what would happen if we did find someone. We had both chatted the same guy, and he was up for a 3 way, but told me it was my ass that he really wanted. I told him to hand on about 15 minutes, and was sure that my friend would be passed out by then, and my ass was all his. Sure enough, my friend passed out, and the guy came over and fucked my brains out in the bedroom, while my friend was in the living room on a sofa sleeper. We both agreed NOT to tell my friend, but that he would still love to have a 3 way later in the day. Once my friend woke up, he got back on the ap, and asked my friend, "what happened to you and your friend last night?" My friend said we were both pretty drunk, and must have passed out. The guy told him he still wanted out asses, and could come over, to which we said hell yea. I did tell the guy that I wanted him to fuck me again, but this time my friend would get his seed. The guy agreed. My friend told him we needed to "clean out" first, and told him to be at our hotel in 30 minutes. The guy messaged me and asked if I had already cleaned out, and I said no. He said, good, and don't. I had no intention of cleaning out for him anyway. I went to the shower, and took some extra time so my friend THOUGHT I was cleaning out. About 30 minutes later, the guy shows up, sporting a raging hardon under his gym shorts. He tells us to get on the bed side by side, with our asses up. We gladly obliged. He started by eating my ass, tasting the remnants of the seed he left inside me hours before. He started fucking me nice and hard, just like earlier, and he made my friend beg for his cock and seed, which he did. After we were done fucking, my friend said, "I had a dream that you came over and fucked my friend last night." We both just laughed. Later that day, my friend got a text message from a friend that he hadn't seen in ages. My friend told him we were in town for a wedding, but to come over later after the wedding. He asked his friend if he was up for a 3 way, and his friend said fuck yea! We got back from the wedding, and my friend contacted his friend and said to come over, we were ready for some fun. My friend hadn't said much about his friend, but when he arrived, he was very HOT with an AMAZING BBC! Before he arrived, my friend said that as I let him take the other guys load, I got to take this load. Of course I agreed to this. The first guy was pretty well hung, and a great fuck, but there's not much better than being seeded by a BBC. It ended up that we both ended up with a hot load up our asses.

GIFTED BY A GUEST! I’m Jimmy, 18, and on the varsity swim team at school. My older brother, Jeff, had this acquaintance named Chris that needed a place to stay. Apparently, he was HIV-positive and his parents had tossed him out. He was gonna stay with us until a bed in the local shelter opened up. The thing is…the only spare bed in the house is in MY room, so he got to sleep with me. I remember…as I was getting undressed for bed, he was staring at me kinda funny…like a wolf looks at a lamb! I woke up suddenly! My bedclothes had been pulled down and this guy was tugging off the briefs that I sleep in. I jerked upright. I blurted, “What in the fuck are you…?” He clamped a hand over my mouth and pushed me back flat on the mattress. “I’m sorry!” he hissed. “I just GOTTA do this! I’m SO FUCKING HORNY. Ever since I saw you get undressed, I just KNEW that I had to have you.” He stuffed my briefs into my mouth and his hands roamed my body, stroking and kneading my flesh. I didn’t really know what to do, so I just lay there. “Fucking SWEET,” he breathed! His mouth descended on first one nipple and then the other. I couldn’t help but feel turned on. He moved down my chest and belly until his lips grazed my cock! Naturally, my dick began to swell. Chris took it in his mouth and brought me to full erection. Chris looked up at me and grinned. “Now comes the GOOD PART!” Gifted by a Guest! He placed his hands under my knees and hoisted them up, pushing them back toward my chest. His face dove into my exposed hole and his tongue did wonderful things, making me moan & squirm. He crawled up between my legs, forcing them apart, until I could feel the head of his cock poking at the entrance to my hole. It felt wet and slippery so he must have been leaking quite a lot of pre-cum. He gazed in my eyes and said, “I can’t wait any longer. Just relax, Baby! You’re gonna love it!” He pulled the underwear from my mouth and began kissing me passionately. He hunched his hips once, twice, then three time and he was all the way inside me. I could only look up at him questioningly as his dick began a slow piston motion…in and out…in and out. He crooned in my ear, “It’s gonna be OK, Baby! This is gonna be the best fuck you ever get!” With that, he settled into a steady fuck pace for a while and I got lost in the rhythm of his stroking and the hushed sounds of two men in heat! I had accepted my fate and was just enjoying the myriad sensations coming from my first poz fuck. Eventually, all good things come to an end, and so Chris shifted gear, picked up his speed and soon was gasping, “I’m gonna cum! I’M GONNA CUM!!!” I got scared and cautioned him, “Quiet! You’re gonna wake the house up!” I grabbed a pillow and held it in front of his face. His hips locked against me ass and he yelled triumphantly into the pillow, “YES!!!” He bucked repeatedly and then collapsed on top of me, exhausted. At some point I must have shot my load, too, because there was a wet patch of sticky sperm between us on our bellies. My eyes filled with tears as I thought, “What have I done? How did I let this happen to me?” Chris looked down at me and said, Thanks, Baby! That was GREAT! I really needed to do that!” I noticed that, in addition to being dismayed by the events, I had been turned on. So much so that wondered if this might happen again. Chris must have been reading my thoughts, for he said, “Tonight we can take our time, Baby! How does a long, slow poz fuck sound to you?”

Part 4 -- Ben gets pozzed Parker left my birthday celebration last weekend with some older muscle guy, and didn't come back to the apartment that night. The next day, he said he had the fuck of his life, but wouldn't elaborate. I was definitely jealous. A little about me: I'm what you'd call a twink -- blonde hair, about 5'8", 140 lbs, with a big 9" cock. But I'm a total bottom. I've let so many college guys fuck me the past few years, I can take almost any cock. But always safe, condoms only. Parker was acting really strange for the next few days following my birthday. I wondered if it had something to do with the muscle guy.... what was his name? Jared? Josh? John.. that's it, John. I'd never been attracted to muscle daddies, but maybe I was missing out on something. John did look pretty hot -- and Parker said his cock was big. I wonder if he's on any of the dating apps. I logged onto Grindr, started scrolling through, and sure enough -- I think I found him. A few miles away, there was 40-something muscle torso top profile, with the name J. Me: Hey, what's up? J: Horny, you? Me: Same J: Pics? I sent him pics of my ass, my face, my cock. J: nice. You've got a huge cock, but I'm only interested in your ass. You free? Me: yea. pics? A few pics later and I confirmed it was John. Muscle torso, big cock, and then there was one picture -- his cock, bare, fucking some twink. Me: hot pics -- but I only play safe. J: you don't like cum in your ass? Me: never had it. J: I only fuck bare, sorry man. Hmm. What do I say next? I was really horny. Did Parker let this guy fuck him bare? Did he cum inside him. Me: what's your status? J: Positive. J: But I'll pull out if you want. What the fuck, I thought. Parker let a guy with HIV fuck him? At this point, I was really curious. The guy was hot, Parker clearly loved the sex, and he said he'd pull out. With my hole twitching, I responded: Me: Can I come over? ----- 30 minutes later John answered the door, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. I've always been attracted to leaner guys, and the young college guys, but one look at his giant pecs and my cock was hard. John picked me up, kissed me, and carried me to his bedroom. He spent the next 20 minutes exploring my mouth, my ass, and licking my entire body. He took all 9 inches of my cock in his mouth, this man knew what he was doing. "Fuck man, you know how to suck a cock," I said. "Call me daddy," John said. "Ok, daddy." "You want daddy to fuck your boy hole?" John asked. "yes daddy." I said. "You want daddy's poz cock in your ass?" John asked. What the fuck, I thought -- but that thought was fleeting. At this point, I was so turned on, I needed his cock. "Yes daddy," I said. "You're not going to make daddy wear a rubber, are you?" John said. "No. I want daddy's cock bare." Here I was, a 20-year-old college boy who'd only ever been fucked safe, with my legs up around the shoulders of this muscle daddy who was about to slide his big poz cock in my ass, and I wanted it. "But you'll pull out, right?" I said. "Yes boy, if you ask," John said. He spent 30 minutes fucking me gently on my back, whispering sweet things in my ear. Telling me I'm beautiful, and how tight my ass felt around his poz cock. He then fucked my on my stomach and jack-hammered away. He brought me to my knees and fucked me harder. My ass felt loose, sloppy, and I was in heaven. He flipped me over and really picked up the pace, I was so close to shooting my load, but I didn't really want him to cum in me... or did I? "I'm getting close boy." John said. "Last chance." "Don't pull out yet, I need to cum." I said. "I'm either pulling out right now and we're done, or I'm going to breed you, boy." John said. "Fine, cum inside me, just don't stop." I said "Tell me you want it," John said. "I want your cum inside me." I said. "Tell me you want my poz cum inside your faggot boy pussy." John said "I want your poz cum inside my faggot boy pussy." I said. At this point, I was desperate, I was so close, I was so lost in the moment. "Tell me you want me to wreck your fucking boy cunt and poz your ass." John said. "Poz my ass. Wreck my boy cunt." I screamed. Then I shot my load everywhere. As I realized what was happening, I started to panic. "No wait, pull out, pull out, don't cum inside me." "Too late, I've already cum inside you twice, and you're about to get a third poz load up your ass." John tensed up, and this time, I felt like cock erupt inside me. He abruptly pulled out, and walked into the shower. What the hell had just happened? I lay in his bed, crying, full of regret, but also still hard while I felt his cum dripping out of my ass. A few minutes later, he came back into the bedroom. "What are you still doing here? Get the fuck out, slut." John said. I started to cry, I had just let this man put his poz cum in my ass, and he was kicking me out. "Oh what, you thought just because I came inside you, you could spend the night? Once I poz a guy, I don't fuck him again. We're done." Visibly sobbing at this point, I started to pick up my clothes and get dressed. I was shaking, I was scared, I felt vulnerably, weak and dumb. "Awe, it's okay baby. I don't fuck poz guys, but many men will. You'll still find some guys desperate enough to use your boy hole." John said. "Ok fine, you can stay the night, but only if I get to fuck you again, right now, and you tell me what you want." John said. "After tonight though, I won't ever touch you again." I didn't know what else to do at this point, so I turned to him, wrapped my hands around him, and said "I want your poz cock." He threw me on the bed, slid his cock in me, and started slowly fucking me again. "Wait," I said. "Did you poz Parker?" "No. I like him, in fact, I might fall in love with him. You're just some dumb college slut I wanted turn into a poz pussy boy." I shot my load everywhere. Again. Fuck.

Ryan, was a 6’ foot, blonde hair, blue eye jock. At 21, he had everything going for him. He had a great boyfriend in Sam, who was equally has good looking, with dark hair and brown eyes and a swimmers body. However, Ryan liked to play on the side, without letting Sam know. Ryan always played safe, with other guys, all with his age range, and he was a total top. Now, Ryan and Sam had a great sex life, but Ryan, was never satisfied with just one guy. One weekend, Ryan out of town, while Sam was home sick. Ryan, checking out bars in the area, hoping to get laid. Hitting a bar, called “Aqua”, the guys here were older then him, Ryan is drinking his beer when an old, lanky man, “How are ya young fella?” He asked. He had been watching Ryan when he first entered the bar. Checking out Ryan’s body and especially his ass, and wanted to put his poz cock into it. Ryan, “good, thanks.” Not really into making small talk with a guy old enough to be his father, possibly his grandfather. “I’m Bruce.” Putting out his hand to Ryan. He shakes it, “Ryan.” “This is your first time here, at Aqua.” “Yeah, you a regular here, Bruce?” “I am, Ryan.” “Cool.” Ryan got up and left his drink on the bar to call Sam. Bruce, moved quickly, putting a roofie into his drink. Ryan, returned to the bar, and downed his drink. “Bruce, it was nice to meet you, but I have to get going.” At that moment Ryan started to feel dizzy. “You ok, Ryan?” “Yeah, feel a bit dizzy.” “Let’s get you outside for fresh air.” Bruce got a passed out Ryan to his place, got Ryan undressed. Bruce, was in awe, Ryan’s body, was in perfect shape. His cock 7inches soft. But the main prize was Ryan’s ass, nice tight and round. Bruce, turned Ryan on his back, and starting massaging his back and shoulders , Ryan, drugged up, was enjoying the massage, unaware that he was going to get pozzed. “How does it feel, Ryan?” Bruce asks his unconscious soon to be bottom. “Good”. he said in a soft voice. “Ryan” whispered Bruce, “turn over on your front”, Ryan does, and feeling good, and horny, he had no problems with listening to Bruce, who’s voice was soft and soothing. Bruce, started stroking Ryan’s dick, “spread your legs a bit.” Bruce said. “That’s it.” Using his finger, Bruce, slowly began to finger fuck, Ryan’s ass. “Damn you’re tight.” Bruce lived up his dick and Ryan’ ass. Going in slow, Ryan in his drugged state, moaned in pleasure, Thrusting in and out of Ryan, Bruce couldn’t believe he had this stud in his bed. Ryan, feeling a dick inside him for the first time, was enjoying it, not realizing he was being barebacked by a poz guy, who was old enough to be his father. Bruce, felt his cock and balls tighten, shooting several poz loads deep into Ryan’s ass, catching his breath, Bruce kept his cock inside the young man’s ass for a five minutes to be sure that none of his “babies” would leak out. “Ryan, I own your ass now.” “I know about your boyfriend Sam, he asked me to poz you, and he doesn’t want you back.” And I’m going to share you and your ass to my friends.” “The top jock, is now my bottom poz boy.”

Every thrust has me wondering if today would be the day, if today he’d flood me and knock me up. I know that I don’t want it, that I keep telling him to be safe, to be careful but my boyfriend doesn’t listen. He loves to fuck me, to show me that I’m his in the most primal way and once he gets me going, my body tight and needy he knows I won’t stop him no matter what he does. It’s not every day, it’s not even regular or anything I can plan it’s just that some days he decides that he’s going to fuck me bare. Though that last part he does more often than not, fucking into me without any protection or barriers between us as he calls me his cumslut while he drives me to orgasm after orgasm. He knows how risky it is, how I can’t take Truvada and how him being in me bare is such a risk. He knows but he doesn’t care, because he likes to claim me, to mark me as his, to flood my insides with his cum and tell me that I’m his, his and no one elses. His biohazard tattoo placed on his pec demonstrates his pride in being poz. Its placement is deliberate, it shows under tank tops and when he is shirtless at the gym, riding his bike or on runs. The good thing is that he doesn’t always cum inside, in fact more often than not he’ll pull out to splatter his cum on my back or my stomach or my face. I love that feeling, the hot sticky streaks of it all over me, marking me and showing that I’m his. The cum inside of me marks me even more, the fact that he doesn’t plan it, that he simply decides it in that last heartbeat before he explodes makes that risk so much more intense. Every time, every thrust inside could be the one before he floods me with his toxic cum and no matter how many times I remind him of the risk, how many times I warn him that he’ll poz me he does it anyways. I can’t say that I really hate it, I love that feeling, the way he swells and twitches inside of me as he fills me. I love how he gasps and groans and his hands tighten on my body slamming deep and holding me still while he floods me. It’s probably the most intense feeling in the world, that moment before he cums where I’m wondering if he’ll pull out and be safe or if he’ll flood me and risk our futures for the chance to mark me, to feel me clench and flutter around him as he pours himself into me. I don’t hate it but I definitely don’t want to get poz yet, I have to finish school and then get a job and begin our lives together. I want his cum loads and he knows that, but he also knows the risks, the way him knocking me up would endanger the easy future we want but he doesn’t care. I can always feel him behind me, can see it in his eyes that lust to flood me that he doesn’t care about all of that, that all that matters is me and him and that moment where he shoots his load into me. He doesn’t follow any schedule, doesn’t warn me before he cums, he simply fucks me into oblivion and then fills me and I can’t help but love it. I know that sooner or later I’ll be where I am now, his cock in me, twitching and swelling and his hands manhandling my pecs and nipples before he cums deeply inside. It’ll be that day where his cum finds my ripe hole waiting with an easy infection point and suddenly I’ll be full of his babies. He doesn’t ask, I don’t think he even cares about that moment all that much all he cares about is marking me as his. The way he’ll ignore my protests and cum deeply into me as he tells me that he knows how much I want this only serve to make it hotter. He knows how much this turns me on, how much I want to risk it but also how much I don’t want to be HIV positive yet. I tell him that I don’t want it and he’ll push into me bare and tell me that I might say that but my body tells him what I really need. It won’t be long before I’m pushing back and moaning out how good his toxic poz cock feels, bare inside of me as he fucks me. I still warn him, still beg him not to cum in me but he always tells me to hush, to just enjoy him giving me what I need as he slides through my folds and presses against my ass lips. He drives me to this feeling, that height of both ecstasy and fear in that moment before he’ll stiffen. I can feel it now, his cock driving into me as he waits to make his choice, as he thrusts deep again and again and draws my voice out of me in moans and squeals and gasps. In a moment I’ll know which one he chooses, our futures or a gamble for him to mark me as his, to show himself and everyone else that I’m no one elses as his cum leaks out of me and runs down my legs. I should stop him, make him be safe but I simply can’t bring myself to make him change, to stop him from taking me and marking me as his, his unmedicated cum on me, in me, flooding me again and again. Sooner or later his risk, his willingness to risk my future will affect us but maybe not this time, maybe we’ll be lucky again. Or maybe I'll earn my biohazard tattoo this time.

Met up with a guy from bbrt Saturday night. He was tall, mid 40’s, kind of beefy but still toned and had a 7in dick. I got to his place and he made us drinks before he put on some porn for us to watch. It wasn’t long before we were groping each other and I got on my knees to start sucking him. His hand went down my shorts and straight for my hole and was making me suck his fingers before working them into my hole. We moved into a 69 position for a little bit before he started to really eat my ass out. His tongue kept darting into my hole and omg it felt amazing. (I honestly would have been happy with him doing that all night!). After like a solid hour of that, he flipped me on my back and teased my hole for a few minutes with his cock before he slide inside of me. He started slow but he really started to pound my ass, flipping me into different positions and kept calling me a “fag whore” and “a cum slut”. He made me tell him how much of a slut I was and beg him for his load which I did. The more I begged, the rougher he got. When he finally came, he flooded my ass with what felt like at least weeks worth of cum. Afterward, we cuddled and he fingered my hole a little before I fell asleep. I woke up in the morning to him grinding against me so shoved my ass up to him and invited him to load me up one more time before I left.

This is my first attempt at writing here. Parts of the story are fictionalized, but most is true Part One It all started on rainy fall morning. I was particularly horny and I need some release. I had grown up on a farm in central New York I and was slow to be learning the ways of the world. After coming out and have years of vanilla gay sex, I began exploring the kinkier side of gay. Having moved to Connecticut it was an easy drive or train trip to New York City or Boston to explore those hidden places where men do far more delightful things to each other. I had years of exploration at the Bondage Club and at Renegades. I frequented the leather store on Christopher Street and the leather bars around. Each year I became bolder and bolder is my explorations. One Thanksgiving weekend a friend called and asked if I would like to come to a fisting party. I wasn’t sure I could take a fist but he assured me that he had something that would “assist” me. I prepared for the party and heading to his home. When I got there, there were 8-10 guys there in various stages of undress laughing and I was welcomed warmly. My friend pulled me aside and gave me some Tine to snort. I knew then that this night was going to be fun!! Not to draw out this story, but let’s just say that I soon had a fist in my ass and I knew I had found what I thought the right spot for me. I even progressed rapidly to taking two hands routinely and happily. Of course many fisters also fuck bareback. At first I was very hesitant about taking a raw cock. I had survived the 1980’s and didn’t want to get pozzed. But pigs being pigs, I was soon letting the guys that I knew were safe to topped me fuck me raw, but I never took a load. I don’t know if you guys can relate, but the curiosity of poz became stronger and stronger. Soon I was taking loads for my “safe” friends and letting strangers fuck me but shoot on my chest. That wasn’t enough. I started to attend fisting/roulette parties in Boston where I was one of two or three neg bottoms taking anon loads and getting fisted. A few of my buddies knew of my antics and asked if I wanted to convert. What the hell I thought. I was taking anon cum, why not at least know who pozzed me. They hooked me up with some of their friends that were more than willing to fuck a neg, but all were on meds and undetectable. I was not possessed. So on this rainy day I, finally found a top on BBRT that lived in a home in Queens. He was unmedicated and he loved to gift pigs like me. He was also into all of the other sports I was and we would be partying and playing well into the next day. Ropes, clamps, floggers, vises, you name it. He said he had a play room in his basement and we would have a great time. He refused to unlock his face pic for me, but from the other pics I could see he had a great build, a hot furry chest with eraser nipples and an uncut cock to die for. The hood hung well over his cock head. Something that really turns me on. He sent me instructions on what I was to do. I was to drive to his home and park in his driveway. The garage door would be open. I was to enter the garage, push the button to close it. When closed I was to strip naked, put on a collar, put cotton in my ears, and put a hood on with a mouth hole (he had left them on his car for me to use). When done I was to knock on the door and wait for him to come get me Every bells went off in my head that this was a dangerous situation and that I should not go, but soon I was in my car driving to Queens. I did take the precaution of telling my friends where I was going and the address in case I never showed up again. When I arrived at his home I was so nervous and excited that I had to take a piss right there against my car. Fortunately, it was dark out. I entered the garage and pushed the button

I went to an adult book store I went to frequently when I worked in a different office. Standard book store set up, video booths with no doors and one theatre that plays gay porn. There is a side room in the theater, lots of action there. I got there it was fairly busy. Because i had been outside it took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust when i entered the theater and then to the side room. Soon i noticed a hot tall black guy standing next to a latin guy. I reached over to try and join them and the black guy pushed my hand back. I am cool with that, so I stepped back. In a few minutes my eyes had fully adjusted and i saw the black guy turn the Latin guy around and he started fucking him. Since I had gotten the push back i just watched and stroked my cock and played with my ass. Usually in book stores fucking is pretty quick. This top had a different idea. He fucked this guy for 15 minutes at least. I walked out and came back but really enjoyed watching these guys. The room had emptied out and the top waved me over. The latin grabbed my ass at the same time that i grabbed his rock hard cock. He spit on his dick and i bent over and let him enter me. Then I felt the black guy’s hands on my hips. He had slid back into the Latin guy. We started slowly rocking and got a good fucking motion down. The Latin guy was really fuckng me hard and the black guy was pounding him hard. A crowd was now gathering to watch us. With a few very hard thrusts and grunts the black top unloaded in the Latin guy and before he could pull out, the Latin guy unloaded in me. I reached to feel my ass and it was full of cum.

I wrote the original story over a year ago, I appreciate the feedback I’ve received and never got to writing that second chapter but I owe it to those who patiently waited (and asked ;-)) —Again, this is mostly fantasy with inspiration drawn from reality— *Part 2* “Knock knock.” I awoke with a start. How long had I been asleep? It felt like hours but it was more like a few minutes since the porn scene on TV had not changed. “Knock knock.” Oh right, someone was at my door. “Yeah?” I called out while scrambling to hide my contraband in case it was a nosy worker. “It’s me” a familiar voice said and I opened the door to see the Latin stud who had promised to come back. And sure enough, he wasn’t alone. “Sorry, I dozed off,” I said, closing the door behind us. “What’s your name again?” He smiled. “Sorry, I didn’t give it to you earlier. I’m Gabriel.” He motioned to his friend. “This is Jairo, one of my buddies I was tellin’ you about.” My cock started twitching as I surveyed our new company. He was Latino as well, but in his late twenties with closely buzzed hair, several tattoos on his arms and torso, and the hint of a six-pack I was instantly reminded of some boys I went to high school with. I extended my hand to shake. “Hey man, I’m Dino.” He caught my hand at the middle and I had to quickly change my handshake into a fistbump. “Sup bro. Nice ass!,” he added. We stripped off our towels and it was my turn to gush. He was already hard and his cock looked to be about nine inches with a wide, uncut head and a thick vein framing the shaft. “Fuck! That’s nice,” I blurted out, I pulled out the pipe and lighter and offered it to both of them. “I like shotguns by the way,” I said and Jairo nodded as he lit the bowl and rolled it while I got on my knees. He bent down and blew into my mouth, and I wrapped my lips around his head while exhaling a solid cloud of vapor. I felt a tingling in my head as the smoke rolled and directed my senses towards pleasuring the piece of meat in my mouth. “Mmmmmmmmm!” was all I could muster as I started bobbing my head back and forth, adjusting to his girth and length. “Fuuck yea... that’s wassup,” they both grunted in approval while Gabriel started stroking his own, now hard, cock. He then took a long hit and I only pulled my mouth away from the dick in my mouth long enough for a hot, cloudy kiss. More tingling in my brain. “Fuuuck,” I growled as he grinned at me. Jairo patted the mattress, “Up on the bed, I wanna see this dick splitting you.” I eagerly did as I was told and in an instant was on all fours with my ass pointed up. “Fuckin hot,” I heard as Jairo ran his throbbing member up and down my still cum-glazed hole. I started whimpering like a slut in heat as he teased me. “Yeah? You want this bareback dick in you?” he whispered in my ear as I nodded in earnest. “Please.... please stick it in,” I pleaded. “You got it, boy,” he laughed and pushed the head past my hole in one blink. “Oh shit!” I exclaimed as my eyes widened in a mix of pain and pleasure. I turned around to see Jairo closing his own eyes in apparent satisfaction. I knew he wanted to inch his way in but I couldn’t control myself and thrust my ass back on the entire length. “Oh, oh FUUUCK! SHIT,” Jairo moaned as my hole flexed, placing his hands on my sides while Gabriel handed me the pipe. I was so lost in my haze I hadn’t realized he was recording me with his phone. “Nice,” I said, indicating the camera. Looking into the lens, I took the longest hit I could hold while at the same time Jairo slowly started to fuck me. The feeling was bliss and I slowly exhaled another solid cloud of smoke. Gabriel slowly nodded in approval behind the camera and I began thrusting myself to meet Jairo’s jabs. “Fuuuck! Ah! Ah! Ah!Ahhhhhhhyyyyeeeeahhhh,” I screamed into the pillow as he bottomed out and almost hit my second hole. “You like that?” My answer must have been written on my face; “‘Course you do,” he said with a shit-eating grin on his face. “You’re so good... fuckin’ slut getting what he needs.” “Uh-huh,” I automatically nodded as Gabriel set the phone down to give me another shotgun. “Turn over, so he can fuck you missionary,” he muttered and resumed recording. I flipped over and held my legs wide for Jairo to continue his assault on my hole. Facing each other, I now noticed a biohazard tattoo near his hip. “Oh shit!” I thought to myself. I admit I had been turned on by pozzing stories and videos but it was something I never acted on. But now, in my drug-fueled swirl, the flash of hesitation I felt evaporated and a primal desire gripped me as I became fully turned on by the fact that this cholo was barebacking my negative hole with his poisoned rod. “You like charged dick, huh boy?” Jairo asked as he entered all the way and bent forward to kiss and pacify my whimpering with his lips and tongue. He straightened up and closed his eyes. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” was all I could say as I relaxed my body and looked up at the two men with me. “Shit, puto, I’m getting close,” Jairo suddenly said after a few minutes, biting his lip. “Ready for my babies?” he asked and his pace picked up. “Knock that pussy up?” My mind was on autopilot as I gasped out “Yeah! Yeah! Flood me, knock me up with your poz juice!” “Yeah?! You sure? Well - here - it - fucking - COMES! F-F-FUCK!!!!” he yelled and slammed his weight on me as I felt his cock pulse rope after rope of his dirty seed into my hole. “Yeeahhhhh, poz him up, that’s it, that’s it boys,” Gabriel said as Jairo steadied his breath and slowly pulled out. “Don’t worry, you’re still getting more,” he added as I looked longingly at his cock. He straddled my face and lowered himself so I could greedily slurp it clean of all the sweet juices dripping from his foreskin. “Damn bro, you’re fuckin’ down with it. I like that,” Jairo said need a cigarette and shower, catch you in a bit?” “Fuck yeah, for sure!” I said, laying down to relax and let the rush subside. We fist-bumped again and he stepped out, leaving Gabriel and I alone. “You like G?,” he asked and pulled a small bottle and dropper from a bag he’d brought with him. It’d been a while since I’d taken any but I absolutely loved the way it made me even more of a pig. I nodded. “Ooh, yeah.” I took the bitter dose, washed it down with my Gatorade and began the waiting game. That’s all for now!

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

Part 2. "Face down, ass up." John didn't say much when we got to his townhouse on the east side of town. I'd never gone home with a stranger, and as he led me to his bedroom, I tried to take in as much as I could. White linen furniture, industrial high ceilings, and brushed copper accents all over a large townhouse that had a new paint smell. "Strip." He watched me as I nervously took my clothes off. Fuck, why does this belt always get stuck. Impatiently, John pushed me on the bed, ripped my pants off, and spread my legs, launching his tongue deep into my ass. Fuck that feels good, I thought. Thank god I prepared for this. From kissing John earlier, I knew his tongue was longer than most. It's what I first recognized. I could almost feel his tongue diving down my throat. And now his tongue was deeper in my ass than any tongue had ever been. Hell, it felt deeper than some of the pencil dick college boys I've messed around with. Slowly swirling around the outside of my ass, then plunging in as deep as he could go. I buried my head in the egyptian pillow in front of me, grabbed on to the soft tufted headboard, and enjoyed the cool breeze from the fan above as his tongue invaded my very tight hole. I felt like I might cum. I reached around to grab my cock, and he swatted my hand away. "You can touch your cock once I'm inside you. Not until then," he commanded. John flipped me over on my back, took off my shirt, then took off his clothes. I felt my ass muscles contract from the cool air as my eyes locked on those massive, plump pecs, lightly covered with a thin layer of dark hair -- that designer chest hair you see in magazines, where it all lays perfectly in the right direction. Looking up at this muscle daddy on top of me, I knew then and there, I'd give him anything he wanted. "You're so beautiful", John said to me, as he slowly kissed my face, my neck, and nibbled ever so slightly on my ears, while I wrapped my arms and legs around his dominating back and tout waist. His long, thick cock gently teasing my hole. I'd never had a bare cock in my ass. And I got nervous as I felt his mushroom head starting to invade my hole. "I'll put on a condom later, but baby I've gotta feel that velvet smooth ass of yours first," he whispered in my ear, causing me to flinch when he gently rubbed his stubble against the sensitive part of my ear. We locked eyes, and inch by inch, John slowly slid his 9" cock into me. I winced in pain a few times, and he slowly leaned down and tugged on my nipples with his teeth and wet mouth. His cock was big -- bigger than I'd ever taken -- and thick. I knew tomorrow, I'd be sore. I finally felt his meaty balls and the bristly hair around his cock press flush against my very full ass. He kissed me, and gently started thrusting in an out. "Feel good?" he asked. "Yes." I reponded. "Yes, what?" He commanded. "Yes, sir," I said. "Call me daddy," John said, giving me a sexy half smile and quickly pulling his cock out to the tip and thrusting it all the way in. "Fuck, daddy," I winced in pain, but it quickly turned to pleasure. John fucked me like I'd never been fucked before. Why did it feel so good? Was it because I'd never had a raw cock in my ass? or was it because of him? I knew later this would be on my mind, among other things. Hard and fast, John mounted me on my stomach, not letting me touch myself. He then pulled me on my knees so that his chest was pressed against the middle of my back. The arch of his cock rubbing right against prostate. He held my stomach, kissed my ear, and in a slow rhythm, my ass fully accepted his cock as a welcome visitor. "You want to cum? You've got to work for it," John said as he spun me around and pulled me onto his lap. Up until this point, I'd forgotten all about a condom. Then I panicked a little. "Should you put on a condom?" I nervously asked. "Do you want me to?" John replied. I paused, I looked down at that beautiful long cock. I slowly moved my eyes up to his pecs, and that stubbly face, and his bald head, and then his deep blue eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and slowly got on top of him, and slid down his bare cock all the way to the base. "Good boy," John said. I rode him for a few minutes. I was getting close, and I hadn't even touched myself. I was getting close to losing control, when John reached down, grabbed my cock, and jerk it violently. "Cum for me baby boy," John said. I coated his chest in cum, splattering semen all of his pics and chin. "Lick it up," John said. I did -- slowly slurping up the quickly cooling cum from his chest -- and then his chin. Before I could swallow, John kissed me, and his stretched tongue once again invaded my mouth and throat, like he was trying to steal the cum away from me. I felt his cock pulse inside my slightly sore ass, but I wasn't sure if he had cum. John flipped me on my back, grabbed my ankles, and slammed his cock into me. He was no longer fucking me, he was pounding my ass. Relentlessly. Quickly. Owning my hole. The soreness I felt was quickly fleeting, and within 30 seconds, my cock was rock hard again. "You want my cum?" John asked. "Fuck yea, daddy." I said. "Where?" John asked. I didn't know what to say. I'd never had a bare cock, let alone cum in my ass. Did he want to cum inside me? Where else would he want to? Would it be safe? Could a man this beautiful have any wrong intentions? "Tell me you want daddy to breed that boy hole," John said, before I could respond to his first question. I tossed inhibitions to the wind. "Fuck yea, breed my daddy. I want that load deep in my ass." John flashed that sexy grin, then a few second later, I saw his sweaty pecs tense up, and I knew he was about to cum, I was about to get my first load in my ass. But right before he shot, John abruptly pulled out of my ass and sprayed cum, and I mean a lot of fucking cum, all over my chest. Some of it even hit my face and my nose. Fuck, that was hot. Fuck, I wanted that inside me. Fuck, why did he pull out? I was too scared to ask.

The All-Natural Massage I answered his ad offering 1-hour massages. The address provided was for a small house in a quiet neighborhood on the west side. I guess he worked out of his home. When I rang the bell there was a pause and then the door opened. “Hi! I’m Ken. You must be Cliff! Come on in!” The well-proportioned man, standing in front of me on bare feet, was quite good-looking! He had a deep tan, curly blond hair and a ready smile. He was wearing only a gauzy tank top and a pair of white terrycloth shorts. As my gaze surreptitiously travelled down his body, I could tell that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock and balls kept shifting beneath the soft fabric, their outline clearly visible. He led me down a short hallway and through a doorway at the end. “I use this room for my massage studio,” he said. The room was simply furnished with a couple of chairs, a floor lamp and, on a table in the corner, soothing music emanated from a CD player. The pleasing smell of sweet incense hung in the air. In the center of the room stood a large sturdy massage table covered with a clean white sheet. Ken asked me to get undressed and said I could put my clothes on one of the chairs. “You can keep your briefs on, if you like.” I felt a little shy, but did as he instructed. “Hop up onto the table,” he said! “Just lie on your stomach and relax! You told me on the phone that you’ve never had a massage before. You’re gonna be in for a real treat!” As I got comfortable, he told me that he’d been a licensed masseur for over 10 years. His style, he explained, could be summed up in one word: “natural.” “Yep! Natural oils, natural scents, natural touch. Nothing could be finer!” To my surprise, he then removed his shorts and shirt. He stood naked before me. His cock, framed by a large bush of dense, curly black hair, bobbed mere inches from my face. It seemed to be swelling slightly, as if happy to be set free. I guessed that, when fully erect, it would probably be pretty big. What seemed to be a clear drop of pre-cum glistened on the very tip. Sagging heavily behind his penis, two large egg-shaped balls swayed back and forth, suspended in a soft hairy sac. “I like to be nude when I’m working…naked as the day I was born. It feels more natural, more right. Nothing like the feel of bare skin! I hope you don’t mind!” I didn’t know what to say…so I didn’t say anything! He started the session, massaging my feet and legs, working his way up along my body. His touch felt wonderful. His experienced hands kneaded and stroked my cares away. “That’s it,” he said. “Just let yourself go! Let your aches and cares and inhibitions slip away.” I gave myself over to the pleasure of his touch. He had me turn over onto my back and resumed his efforts on my body, once again working his way up from my feet. Magic fingers! Did that sound too corny? He then disclosed, “By the way… I’m HIV-positive. I hope that’s not a problem for you.” “I guess that’s OK,” I stammered. “You know, of course,” he added, “that my virus can only be transmitted by an exchange of bodily fluids such as blood or semen, not by the touch of bare flesh on flesh. Besides, even if I was to fuck someone right here on the table, there’s no guarantee they’d catch my bug in just one try.” “Do you take that daily PrEP?” I enquired. “Doesn’t that keep your viral load in check?” He laughed! “I wouldn’t use that stuff if you PAID ME! I hardly ever get tested, but my count is usually pretty high! For better or worse, I’d rather keep healthy the natural way. I follow a strict dietary & exercise regimen every day.” “Yeah!” he continued. “Natural’s the only way to go. Hell, I even have sex naturally. You won’t find any condoms around here!” This sure sounded risky to me, but I didn’t think it was my place to say anything. He interrupted my thoughts. “Here! Lift up your hips for a minute!” Without much hesitation, I did as I was told. Ken grasped my briefs by the waistband and with one sharp tug, they were down to my knees. “I bet that’s a bit more comfortable!” One of his hands cupped my nuts. “Mmmm! Nice balls you got there,” he said as he gently rolled them around in the palm of his hand. He grinned and asked, “What kind of seed you got in here anyway? Negative?” I BLUSHED! “I KNEW it! So…These balls are full of neg seed? That’s kinda hot! You know…my poz hands…all over your neg body.” His talk was getting me both flustered and, at the same time, turned on. My dick inched across my belly as it began to grow. Ken smiled! “Maybe we should get you out of these briefs. I’m thinking, they’ll just get in the way.” He pulled them off, tossing them on the chair with the rest of my clothes. I wanted to question his actions, but Ken just shook his head. “Don’t worry,” he said! “I do this all the time.” He went back to fondling my testicles, gently rolling and tugging on them. By now, my cock was fully erect. I was embarrassed that my excitement was so obvious. One of Ken’s fingers found my sphincter. At first it made little circles, but soon the tip started nudging and poking, seeking admission. “You’re awfully tight down here, Cliff. I’m going see if can get you to loosen up a little!” I guess I started to get nervous. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. I tried to sit up, but he placed his hands on my shoulders and eased me back down again. “Don’t worry, Baby! I know just the thing to totally relax you.” He leaned forward and engulfed my straining cock in his mouth. His wet lips fastened on the shaft and his tongue started swirling around the sensitive head. “How’s that feel, now? Better? I thought so. You know…your body is VERY responsive. Your penis is so fucking stiff.” With that, he resumed his oral attentions. Suddenly, I became aware that his probing finger had found its way up inside me. He pulled away and looked at me. “You know…my finger…my POZ finger…has penetrated your butt. Technically, my virus is now…INSIDE YOU! What do you think…does that turn you ON?” To my utter shame, my body stiffened, my hips bucked and, without even being touched, my dick began to gush sperm. Ken leered and said, “Yeah! That’s what I thought! Deep down, your body knows what it wants!” He bent forward and took my spurting penis back into his mouth. “Mmmm!” After he had drained me and lapped up the spilled seed, he gazed at me and said, “You know…lots of my clients have gotten turned on by thoughts like that…just like you did. Hell…I’ve had clients get SO HOT they actually BEGGED me to fuck them…fuck them right here on the table…despite knowing I would probably knock them up. I mean, I hardly ever go ahead and actually do it, but once in a while…you know…a guy like me has needs too! I wanna get laid…just like the next guy!” I wanted to protest but his lips sealed over mine, his tongue snaking into my mouth, dueling with mine…distracting me…confusing me. Ken returned to my cock, kissing and licking at it. Amazingly, I got hard again almost instantly! “Ready for more, I see,” he said, smirking. “Mmmm! Just the way I like it.” His head descended on my rigid shaft. For the next 20 minutes or so, he kept me right on the edge, several times backing off when he felt my body tighten in anticipation of cumming again. I felt lost in a haze of sexual stimulation! At some point, something shifted in the mood. Somehow, I could tell that the focus was shifting away from my needs over to Ken’s. I looked at him as his mouth came off my cock, ropes of his saliva dripping down onto me. His face took on an odd expression. “I think you’re ready, Baby! It’s time to have some fun!” He went to the foot of the table and, grasping my ankles, he started to raise my legs. “I’m gonna get up on the table with you! That’ll make things a lot easier.” As he climbed up, his shoulders naturally began pushing my legs back, forcing my knees down against my chest. He kept looking into my eyes, telling me it was going to be OK. “This is what you want, Baby…and I’m going to give it to you!” I wanted to resist but he kept kissing away my protests. I could feel his cock bobbing against my hole, his dickhead leaving a slippery trail of goo. I knew that he was trying push into me, but, stiff as he was, his cock kept slipping, owing to the copious amounts of pre-cum that was leaking all over. Here I was, on the verge of letting a total stranger fuck me, knowing that he would end up filling me with his toxic ejaculate. Panicking, I started to struggle. “Hey!” he barked! “You want me to have to get a little rough? Is that it? You want it rough?” “No!” I whimpered! And with that, my resistance vanished. I was ready to submit. “Please!” I implored. Again and again I said the word, not sure exactly what I was begging for. “PLEASE!” My body surrendered as well as my spirit. My hole, which had been clamped tight as a last defense, now opened, giving him full permission to enter me. I could feel his girth as he slid in, stopping only when he could penetrate no further. He sighed in satisfaction. “I can’t last as long as I used to, but I can still get the job done. You might not convert, but if you do, you’re gonna love having a part of me growing inside you.” “Please!” There was that word again! Ken started up a nice and easy pistoning motion. “Fuck, yeah! Skin on skin! All-natural…just the way it’s supposed to be…just the way I like it! Fuck! You being NEGATIVE…me being POSITIVE…that makes it SO HOT, don’t you think?” He lowered his mouth and pressed his lips tightly to mine, cutting off any possibility of my answering that question. He settled into the slow steady rocking motion with his hips. He breathed into my ear, “I’m in no hurry, Baby!” Occasionally, he’d rotate or grind his hips so I was always aware of his large cock as it moved within me. The constant repetition mesmerized me to the point where my thoughts and worries ebbed away. As the repetitive power of the fuck took hold of my senses, I lost track of time. Ken’s voice drifted in from somewhere. “Is this what you want, Baby? I need you to tell me!” I moaned in response. He said, “Say ‘Yes!’ I want to hear you say ‘yes!’” I moaned again! Louder this time! “SAY IT!” I opened my eyes and looked up at him, felt him deep inside me. “Yes!” I said. “Please…YES!”

I had been waiting patiently for my sons 18th birthday. It was finally almost here. Two more days. Two more days till he would finally be of some use to me. Until now the pathetic little emo brat had been nothing but a burden. But in two days he would finally start fufilling some purpose and no longer be a total waste of his daddy's cum. Granted, I had only had to look after him for the last two years, but it was a hassell. I knocked his mother up when were 17. I tried to make her get an abortion, but her parents wouldn't let her. Some religious bullshit reason. When I was 18, I was sent to prison for 15 years for armed robbery trying to get money to take care of the "accident". So yea I blamed him for being incarerated. Prison changes you. I entered as a teenage punk and left a hardened ex-con. The first five years I was a prison bitch, owned by the toughest fucker in the joint. He claimed me the second day I was in there, raping me in the showers. For five years I gave up my pussy to him and anyone he sold me to. Then he got shanked in the yard. Another guy tried to claim me, but I was older, wiser, and stronger. I fought for myself this time, and earned some respect. Soon I had my own prison pussy, a scrawny little bitch. I owned him until I was released. When I got out, I was able to find a shitty job and managed to find a dump of a trailer to live in. That's when the bitch showed up on my steps with our kid and his suitcase. She just dumped him with me and took off with some bikers. I could have just kicked him out on the street, but he was my blood. And like I said, prison changes you. I had developed a taste of hot boy ass, and the power of owning it. So I took him in knowing he'd be legal in two years. Now the wait was almost over. The cumstain had no idea what his future was going to hold for him. I had been planning and preparing for this day. I had saved up and bought a state of the art digital camera, knowing it was an investment for what I was going to make off the boy. The morning of his birthday, he came out to the living room to find me sitting in my chair, smoking, wearing just a pair of dirty boxerbreifs, my chest and arms of prison tatoos on full display. He started to get some cereal in the kitchen, but I called him over. "Its your birthday son," I started. "I have a little present for you." I handed him a glass pipe with some crystals in it. Now, I know he's done drugs. I've smelled pot and alcohol on him many times. But I don't know what else he's done. I knew he knew what I had just handed him. "Go ahead son, you're a man now. Join Daddy in a smoke." He was a little hesitant, but I pushed it up to his lips and lit a lighter, melting the crystals. He took a big bit, coughing out a large white cloud. "Go ahead, take another one son." I encouraged him. He took another big hit, not coughing so much. I kept encouraging him to take more, and the dumb bitch didn't even realize I wasn't hitting it. After his 6th big hit, the pipe was empty and he flopped back on the couch. I knew he was flying, and I knew it was time for his real present. He wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes, so it was really easy to rip his jeans and underwear off of him. "What the fuck Dad?" he started, but a couple hard slaps across his face silenced him. "Shut the fuck up boy!" I ordered him. "The free ride is over. From now on you're going to earn your existence!" His skinny,pale body was no match for my pumped up muscles. I had had him naked and on his stomach before he knew what hit him. Ripping off my shorts I lined up my hard 8 inch cock up to his hole, and spit a couple loogies on my dick for lube. Holding his shoulders down I forced my cock in his virgin hole as hard as I could. He howled as I breached his ass ring, pushing my mushroom head into him and continuing till I was buried to my balls. I felt a warm wetness surround my cock as his cherry was ripped apart. He thrashed and cried beneath me begging for me to stop. I just started fucking him hard and deep, loving the red that covered my dick everytime I pulled out. God damn it was nice to have some hot boy ass again! I was going to make him a great whore. I pulled all the way out, looking at his busted open pussy, red oozing out of it, and rammed back in to the hilt, causing more howling from the cunt. I just kept on pounding his new pussy over and over. Eventually he quieted down and actually started moaning, and soon was pushing his ass back on me. "That's right boy. Ride your daddy's cock. Feel good boy? That's the cock that made your worthless life bitch. But now you have a purpose! You're going to be my whore and make daddy lots of money!" He just moaned beneath me as I talked dirty to him. "That's right bitch, moan for me. I know your faggot ass loves it. This is why you were born! Now take my cum. Take your daddy's cum in your whore cunt!" I pumped my son full of my cum as his pussy milked me dry, sucking my sperm deep in his guts. When I finished breeding his new cunt, I unloaded with a torrent of piss, making him my urinal. "Don't worry about school, I said, pulling out of him as his ravaged hole leaked piss and cum, "you won't be going there anymore. You'll be too busy working for me!" I turned off the camera knowing I had something totally hot to sell on the internet.

I'm not Sure how i feel about what i'm about to write, it was scary and painful and i my body betrayed me because in the end i really liked it, i'm hard as a rock just thinking about it, you see me & my (Straight/Bi) married younger brother have started fucking around on the side and We kinda have a don’t tell policy about out little playtime, he doesn’t tell my boyfriend and I don’t tell Anyone else, like my sister-in-law, this last Friday he changed the game he showed up at the same time as always but this time he showed up with three of his friends from work, he said they wanted to checkout my new PS4, they had beer and Tequila chips and dip , a little after work party, his friends were pretty cool and not bad looking either I sat on the side while they ran around the virtual world shooting up stuff drinking beer and taking Tequila shots, I’m really into the game at this point, not paying a lot of attention to what’s going on, my brother says “back in a min. gotta go drain the python!” one of his friends Mark says “that Shit’s not a python it’s another fucking leg!” he says laughing, now I’m watching two of the guys play so I don’t see my brother when he comes out of the bathroom, all the guys look over at the same time “oh Shit” my brother comes walking over and stands in front of the T.V. with his Pants & underwear down around his ankles , both of his hands are wrapped around his cock and still 5 inches are showing, he starts walking toward me and says “Open your mouth!” I say “No, get outta here” I act like he’s kidding around and we’ve never fooled around before, “I Said suck my fucking dick!” and he pushes it into my face, I said “no stop playing”, I feel someone grab my head and he keeps it in place, now I can’t move my head and my brother’s massive cock forces it’s way thru my lips, so give in and start sucking, I hear the whole room say different things “holly Shit” “fuck how is he taking that shit?” my brother pulls out so I think he done, I’m thinking he’s just showing off in front of his friends, but right as he pulls out one of his buddy’s shove his cock in my mouth it’s not as long as my brother’s dick but it’s getting fatter around in my mouth, I hear my brother say “Next!” and another dick gets put in my mouth this one is big and uncut leaking precum like crazy into my mouth, he grabs my head and rams his semi-soft dick down my throat and leaves it there holding my nose, I feel it growing hard down my esophagus, filling my throat so I can’t breath then pulling out just when I think I won’t get any air, they somehow pick me up and flip me on my back so my ass is up and the back of my head is down on the couch, then the fourth guy kneels in front me, he’s a black guy with a huge dick he starts fucking my mouth, it goes in easier now that I’m on my back I can take the length a lot easier but it’s still to fat for my mouth, he pulls it out of my mouth and slaps my face saying “watch the teeth!” then back in it goes, the blood is rushing to my head, I’m really dizzy it so surreal, the black guy pulls out now the Uncut German guy is fucking my throat when I realize my pants and underwear are coming off, I hear the Latin guy say while playing with my big hairy balls “man he has a pretty big dick!” jacking it my precum starts flowing like a bottle of lube I can feel his hand roughly slapping my dick “he got this hard from sucking dick?” the German guy says “watch this” he pulls his dick out of my mouth and puts his ass in my face, so I start licking it , his hole is kind of Hairy and smells really musty an sweaty but I lick his hole from ball sack to drilling deep in his hole, he gets off of my face and now mark starts pumping my mouth with his 7 inch cock, not as big as the other guys but still choking me, I start feeling fingers playing with my hole using my pre-cum to wet it, then someone spits, and then I feel what feels like a hand go in, I hear my brother say “see this is what I did to his ass on vacation” my brother is opening my hole he’s fucking me slow and deep, “turn him over” some one says, they flip my over so my ass is hanging over the back of the couch, “wait wait” I say but they don’t hear me the uncut German guy goes in my hole his pre-cum makes great lube, he fucks my ass slapping my dick which gets harder with every thrust! He black guy is back in my mouth, I’m sucking his cock and it taste so good now that I’m use to the size, the guy pumping my ass starts shooting his load I can feel him pulse each shot deep in my hole, he pulls out and another dick goes in, he’s fucking me so hard our balls are slapping together, “oh Fuck Oh Fuck!” I hear him say, then I feel him pulse and shake pounding his load deep in my ass, he pulls his softening dick out and then I’m pulled down on the floor onto my back! I feel a huge pain in my ass but the next cock is so big it push the cum deeper into my hole, it really hurt at first but with each thrust it feels better, feels so good now ,I know he’s my brother but his massive cock feels so good, the black guy and my brother are fucking me from both ends, my brother’s cock in my ass has me so full my dick is super hard now from the Pounding my hole is getting, the black guy is holding my hands down as he pumps my throat , my hole I now a loose open wet mess now my brother is banging me to the hilt I’m taking his full fat 9 inches I’m so hard, my hole is so open my brother Pulls all the way out then plows into me balls deep fuck his cock is so hard he screams out “Holy Fuck!” and starts pump my ass full of cum! He’s so deep in my ass the pulse of him fucking me triggers me cumming I start shooting a fountain of cum all over my face and chest, the black guy pulls out of my mouth runs over to my ass and plunges is fat dick in my hole unloading another huge load! The guys all get dressed and out in minutes, my brother says “that was fun, see you next week!” and I’m by myself, I stand up and as I make my way to the bathroom cum just pours out of my ass, I’m not sure how I feel about what happened, I think I could have stopped it but I kinda didn’t want to, it got a little rough but I guess no pain , no gain, and my wild open ass is still sore after 3 days, I hope they each come back one day so I can fuck their holes!

A buddy hit me up yesterday and wanted to use my hole. He’s 6’3” 260 9 thick. I cleaned myself up and went over to his place. He's an amazing kisser, so we frenched for some time, and went on to work over each other’s pits, as well as sucking each other. After this foreplay he flipped me over, prepared my ass with spit and lube, and slid into my tight hole. I hit the poppers. He fucked me hard, used my hole., flipped me over and put my legs on his shoulders and slid back in, asking if I wanted his load. Naturally I begged for it. He punched my legs back and got in me deep and bred me hard, his cock remaining lodged in my ass as we kissed. Eventually he got soft and slid out of my hole, so we lay there, making out. Once again I buried my face in his pit, and enjoyed it when he started fingering my ass. Then we moved to 69ing each other where he gagged me with his cock. I moved to eat his hairy ass, enjoying his hole for several minutes until he stood-up, stepped behind me, and again slid into my ass, quickly busting a second load in my ass as I shot my load all over my chest and face.

A while back I was at a Cumunion party, hanging out in one of the gloryhole cubicles. Things were a bit slow, and then something I've very rarely seen came through one of the holes: a guy with a PA. I hesitated a bit at first, not only because I've never played with a pierced cock before, but it's rather intimidating in general. On top of that his gauge was on the larger side. He hung out there for a minute, and I said why not, got down on my knees and started blowing him. He got rock hard almost instantly, turns out on top of the piercing he was thick. My hole was aching to get fucked at that point, so I decided to give it a shot. I lubed him up, turned around, lined him up, and went for it. Awkward doesn't adequately describe those first couple attempts to get him inside me. A combination of nerves and the slickness of the lube made it somewhat difficult for me to get things started, not to mention I had to try a couple different angles to compensate for his piercing. Finally I got him to the sweet spot, he plowed right in, and I felt like I was going to cum on the spot. The initial sensation was extremely confusing: his cock was warm, but his piercing was still cold. But oh my god, the balls on either end of the piercing relentlessly massaged my prostate and the entire line of his thrusts as he pounded me, it turned my cock into a fountain of pre-cum. I couldn't help myself and worked my hips back and forth as hard as I could with the rhythm of his thrusts, my mind skipped pig mode entirely and went straight to unabashed cum slut. Unfortunately he didn't last too long, and although I was sad our fun was ending, I slammed my ass onto his cock like it was the last fuck of my life. He unloaded in me, but I kept fucking him until he pulled out, I couldn't get enough. I had no idea getting fucked by a PA was so amazing, it made me an instant fan. Has anyone else had experiences like this with a PA? Is it always that good?

when i top i love the moment when i have the bottom fully impaled on my cock and i grab there shoulders and force them down further on till i hear that low as i call it slut moan hold for a few seconds then back to fucking them

My HIV status is my responsibility,now it’s available I choose PREP. Before it was available I practised safer sex (miserable) Now I have a choice. i love my life. I also wouldn’t be a passenger in a car with a drunk , drugged driver.

I have to cum inside ass. It's like a territorial thing with me. I dont pull out. I could care less about that pornstar money shot shit. In my view the top hasn't bred until his load is planted raw in the bottoms ass. No swallowing, facials, etc. Pure bareback breeding.

I subscribe every single word of your post.

When we are several tops on a bottom, I like joking around who the father's going to be.

Chapter 1 - Prologue I never meant this to happen. I really didn't. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me back up a bit. My name is Stephen. I won’t bore you with too many details but I’m a 31 year old gay man. I am also a very sexual person. In college and beyond, I lived for my next sexual encounter. I was a regular in the local gay bars, cruised on the internet two or three times a week, and let's just say that if there were frequent flyer miles for bathhouses, I would be a diamond member. I sucked and sat on every dick I could find... condoms always optional. There is something about the thrill of anonymous sex that just really gets my juices flowing. I've got a nice (if I do so so myself) six incher, cut, but I'm an almost total bottom and getting fucked is "real sex" to me. Everything else is just foreplay or a distraction. Then three years ago, at the ripe old age of 28, I met an amazing guy and settled down.. A year later we were married in Massachusetts and I vowed I would never have sex with anyone else again. I considered myself lucky to make it through my slutty “phase” still HIV negative… despite having lost track of how many loads I had taken. Thomas, my husband, is the sweetest person I've ever met, I adore him, and would ever do anything to hurt him. Or so I thought. Thomas's cock is, to be honest, somewhat smaller than average. When he fucks me, there is always that nagging part of me that isn't really satisfied. Despite this, he is a "total top”. Even worse is that he doesn't have a very strong sex drive. For him, fucking once every couple of months is more than enough and even then he always wears a condom. He likes to cuddle, occasionally he will let me jack him a bit. That is the extent of our sex life. Meanwhile I'm so horny I'm basically climbing the walls (and giving myself carpal tunnel or whatever it's called from jacking myself off four or five times a day). I'm not trying to justify what happened. Really, I'm not. I'm just telling you.... Ok? Anyway. It was a couple months ago and I was having a crap day at work. I couldn't focus on anything but the guys walking by on the street a couple levels below. Playing the "I wonder how big his dick is" game over and over in my head with each cute guy who walked beneath my window. It was the noise from the renovation crew working on the offices one floor above me that finally interrupted my daydreams. When they started drilling right above my desk, it gave me a great excuse to get out of my office and go to the men's room to rub one out. I told my assistant Calvin that I would be back once the upstairs crew moved on and it was less noisy. He muttered a distracted "Ok Stephen" without looking up from the spreadsheet he was working on. I had found a men's room a few days earlier that, due to the staff moving around for the renovations, was always empty. So I headed there. There was an outer door and and inner door which allowed for a bit of warning if anyone did show up. I was clearly in my own little world because as I turned down the last hallway I almost walked into a guy talking on a cell phone and I hadn't even heard him. Maybe it was just because I was so horned up, but there was something about him that caught my eye. Blonde hair slightly too long and slightly unkempt. Blue eyes. About 3 inches taller than me so about 6' 1” and close to my age. The work pants and sweatshirt marked him as clearly part of the renovation team but more like a supervisor or foreman as his clothes were clean except for just a hint of sawdust or something on one sleeve. I'm no gym bunny but I try to keep fit. He was something different. I could see his arms, chest, and legs were firmly muscular without being bulky. His toned body, however, was the result of work not just working out. He was handsome not beautiful... but all the more perfect for it. But what really caught my attention though was something less tangible and harder to describe. He had a certain aura of quiet confidence and masculinity that was incredibly sexy. All of this took a second, maybe two, before I realised I was staring. He noticed me and glanced my way for half a second. In that half a second, I felt I had been weighed and measured, like he knew my thoughts, and what had exactly what had brought me to this empty part of the building. And then he turned away and back to his phone call. Even his deep voice was calm and exuded the same sense of being in control as the rest of him. I blushed and hurried into the men’s room. My dick was hard as a rock and i was breathing heavily. I don't think any guy has ever effected me like that before. I was even hornier than I had been before. I stepped to a urinal and fished out my dick and started stroking. I closed my eyes and pictured the man in the hallway outside. I could already feel my balls start to tighten, aching for release. And then I heard the outer door to the bathroom open. My eyes snapped open and I stopped stroking but my dick was hard, red, and ready to shoot. I turned my body to try and hide it while watching the door. The stranger walked in, his blue eyes meeting mine for another half second. Yet again I felt him measuring me up and assessing the situation. He knew exactly what I was doing before he entered and wasn't at all surprised.

Coaching and cumcatching The heavy metal doors opened into the high school atrium with a whoosh of air, and immediately Paul felt déjà vu, recalling the hundreds, perhaps thousands of times he’d walked through these doors on his way to class. Now, he was back, almost a decade later, and it felt like he’d been there yesterday. The difference was Paul was no longer a flabby teen with bacne, glasses and braces. He’d grown a few inches at college, gotten contacts, and learned the proper balance of eating right and working out. The result allowed him to strut a little as he passed 4 teen girls, each undressing him with their eyes, gawking at his trim waist, muscular legs, chest and arms, and his firm bubble butt. Yet even with his adult body, ears of college training, and almost 5 years of real world experience, part of Paul wanted to run straight for the dark corner of the auditorium where he spent many afternoons running the lights for shows he never got cast in, eventually memorizing every inch of it so he could do his job in pitch black. He felt invincible in that spot, unseen and in total command. That same dark nook also held fond memories of his first sexual experimentation with handsome, talented, kind, sexy Tom Downey. No one ever understood why tall, muscular, gorgeous Tom hung around with chunky, dorky Paul, but they were inseparable when Paul wasn't relegated to run lighting, while Tommy shined on stage (not to mention on the swim team and baseball team). Most schools would not have intermixed theatre kids with athletes, but Franklin high had been home to one of the country’s top high school theatre programs for almost as many years as it had been presided over by Mrs. Nancy Wheeler. She had started in the mid-seventies and within a few years she’d made the drama department as profitable for the school as any of the athletics, before it became the city’s magnet school in the early 80’s. It was what made Paul, and many others, work tirelessly to get transferred to Franklin. Paul had always dreamed of performing in shows and movies, but Mrs. Wheeler popped that bubble on his first day, informing him he was too plain and shy to ever be more than a techie. It was her m.o. to tactlessly burst kids’ dreams that way, earning her the nickname Pinwheeler. Thus when they both tried out for 'the Tempest' their freshman year, Paul was stuck as a lighting assistant, training to work the control console while getting stuck with other jobs to fill the time. Tom however, got a lead role, and tried to help his bud by requesting Paul be his costume helper. Night after night, Paul pretended not to notice Tom’s hard cock while they hurried to get him out of a complex velvet period costume and into another. Closing night the friends went to the cast party and were talked into smoking some weed with a few seniors, including the only openly gay couple at the school. Stoned and giggly, they wandered around the host's house while Tom confided he'd caught the gay guys blowing each other one night in the parking lot. Paul still can't remember who initiated it, but minutes later they took turns swallowing each others' cum loads in a guest bedroom. Some guys would pretend it hadn't happened and get all weird but Paul and Tom decided they wanted more and began sucking, jerking and fingering every chance they got. By summer break Paul had trained Tom to take 3 fingers before they spent a month as roomies at a theatre camp. Neither duffle bag was even unzipped before Paul bred Tom's hole for the first time. When sophomore year started, Tom's butt was taking at least 10 loads a week. If Tom hadn’t regularly provided some hot ass, Paul would probably have given up on theatre since he was always losing roles to the same boy he routinely cornholed. 'Pinwheeler' assumed Paul had a crush on Tom, and told him once that, just as he would never succeed in acting, Paul had no chance of landing a leading role in Tom's life either. Paul smiled now remembering her words. Last year he’d made close to 3 million bucks acting. He wasn’t a movie star, but he’d gained the skill and confidence in college to get him steady work and recently landed a recurring supporting role on a cable drama series. That's why Paul graciously agreed to volunteer his help when his alma mater sent a letter requesting his expertise judging their short film contest. It didn’t hurt that the new teacher assisting Pinwheeler was fresh out of college, 6’4” with black hair, blue eyes, golden skin, and a thick muscular build. Paul was already planning to come to judge the videos to show Pinwheeler she was wrong, but decided to offer his help from start to finish when he saw Mr. Dick Carson's photos on Facebook. He paused as he reached for the door to enter the theatre room. This was the first time he’d be entering as the star, and after all his fantasizing of how it would be, he suddenly realized he needed to leave that behind if he was going to do these kids any good. Still, he took a moment to relish the look of wonder and embarrassment on Pinwheeler’s face when the whole class mobbed him before he’d even made it through the door. That afternoon, every student in the theatre magnet program watched and listened to everything he said with awe and admiration. At the end of the day, over 200 kids had taken his advices as gospel, and once again Paul found himself surrounded by fans, all hoping he’d agree to help them with some aspect or another of their videos. Mr. Carson stepped in just in time, informing the kids they would each get a chance to meet with Paul as each step of the process was submitted. Paul’s cock twitched as Mr. Carson’s arms guided him into Pinwheeler’s office and away from the kids. Over the next few sessions, the students got less pushy, and Paul found himself really enjoying being able to help them take their ideas and transform them into some truly funny, smart and marketable short films. A few seniors in the group were planning on submitting their films as audition pieces for college programs focusing on screenwriting, directing, cinematography and of course acting. He was shocked to discover that these students hadn’t been indoctrinated with Pinwheeler’s agenda, showcasing the acting talents of all shapes and sizes, while encouraging the beautiful girls and handsome boys to try their hand behind the scenes. Mr. Carson finally explained over drinks one Friday evening, that the administration had been receiving complaints for years about Pinwheeler’s harsh doses of reality and prejudiced approach. It was getting worse now that she was almost 70, so Mr. Carson had been hired to train under her before she was given the option of retirement or demotion. Paul tried not to show his delight in the news, but he did offer his congrats to Mr. Carson, adding that ”the kids are in great hands with you, Mr. Carson. These past few weeks, I’ve seen you open the minds of each kid in there, and I’m sure you’ll continue to evolve the program in many more exciting ways.” “Please Paul, call me Dick. After all, I never would’ve been able to pull this off without your generosity. I’m sure you’d prefer to spend your break from filming somewhere other than back in the little town high school where you were never appreciated.” Paul’s cock hardened slightly with thoughts of all the butts he could be breeding during this time. He and Tom only managed to enjoy clandestine rendezvous once they went to college, before Tom settled down with a girl they knew. Their last shared load was the day of his wedding, his tux pants around his ankles, while groom’s man Paul fished his cock from the fly of his own tux, bent Tom over a catering cart in the dish pantry while the bride and her family took photos, and committed his one and only act of infidelity, sealed with a load of semen deep inside. Paul started exploring his options at school after that, and discovered he had a lot now that he was in shape, taller and his Dick had grown to its full adult length of 8 thick cut inches. At first he fucked every butt that would bend over for him, but was shocked into secrecy when one of his regular cum-dumps was outed on the local late night news. Turns out the slim young preppy guy he’d met online was actually a married father of 4 and minister for an extremely conservative church the next town over. As Paul watched the man’s life dissolve into tabloid fodder and late night jokes, Paul made a rule: always be dating a hot girl, while secretly mating a hot boy, but never let either know the other. So now he was seeing some young actress he’d met doing a commercial, and hooking up with guys online for anonymous breedings. She was too busy to do much more than escort him down red carpets and be “caught” by paparazzi kissing, and his butt boys never saw his face. He’d even found a group in LA that hosted monthly orgies requiring every guy wear a mask. Since he’d been back home, he’d been too worried about being discovered to do anything other than jerk in the shower each morning after his work out. Usually this involved scenarios featuring Mr. Carson or some of the well developed high school boys bent over the editing computer or up against the stall door of the restroom, begging for Paul’s cum inside their holes. Paul came back to earth when he realized Mr. Carson, Dick, had not removed the arm from around Paul’s shoulders since placing it there when he was thanking him. He forgot himself for a second and glanced into Dick’s lap, observing a big lump snaking its way down his left leg, proving that Dick had the right name. “I bet you miss having your girl around especially,” Dick said while beginning to rub his arm down Paul’s back. “saw her on TMZ last month. She is one hot piece of pussy. I can’t imagine having to give up pounding that for a month just to help out an inexperienced teacher and a bunch of snotty brats.” His laughter sent a bolt to paul’s cock, and paul assured him that he was loving the time with Dick, and the kids, finishing (pretty unconvincingly) by adding that he did miss her tight pussy. “seems unfair that you’re being so helpful and won’t get laid till after you leave. Of course you could always enjoy some local fare, especially since there are so many people here who’d do anything to show you how much we appreciate you being here.” Dick chose that moment to move away from Paul, walking over to the bottle on his counter, and refilling Paul’s glass with some cheap rum and store brand coke. “Hell, I can’t even offer you really coke for your cocktails, but you could have your pick of any girl in town and most of the guys.” “Sounds fun until you remember how quickly those guys… and girls would jump online and spill to 4 million of their closest strangers. It would be the end of my relationship, not to mention my trust worthy reputation as the good boy of cable TV.” He walked back over as Paul explained the downside to cheating as a semi-celeb, but didn’t sit. This meant his large unfurling penis was eyelevel with Paul. “that does suck, I just hope you know you have given so much of your time and energy, you’ve earned a friend in me and I’d never do anything to jeopardize our relationship and its future.” Dick rook a step closer. “our relationship and its future…” Paul leaned forward to take a drink and Dick could feel his hot breath through his thin grey work slacks. “I am willing to do anything to secure the future of this program at the school and would never exploit our relationship as friends. So what can we do to ensure you are motivated to return every year and provide your services?” Dick didn’t wait for an answer. Instead he pulled Paul’s head forward until his giant man meat was up against Paul’s face. Once they made first contact, it was only seconds before they were naked on the kitchen floor, 69ing and playing with each other’s asses. Before Paul could catch a breath between inhaling Dick’s Dick, He was being flipped on his stomach and Dick was using the olive oil from their salads to finger Paul’s hole. “whoa Dick, I don’t catch, especially not a massive log like yours. I’m all pitching, but I’d love to take a toss at your butt.” Paul tried to get an angle on Dick’s hole, but Dick confirmed that he, too, was all top. Disappointed, they made the best of it and spent the rest of the evening eating each other’s cum loads. When Paul went back to the house he was renting, he almost turned off the highway to cruise a rest stop, before he reminded himself what dire consequences that could mean. The next few days working with the kids were even more fun than before now that Paul was taking breaks 3 or 4 times a day to feed Dick his load and swallow Dick’s semen. As he suspected, Dick had a hot muscled body, but with much more mass and less definition. Combined with his 9 inch uncut Dick and hairy chest and Paul was hopelessly desperate for each suck session. He even started dreaming about letting Dick fuck him in his almost virgin hole. He and Tom had tried once unsuccessfully (with Tom cumming too soon and Paul screaming in pain), and Paul had tried again his first year in LA with a TV star from his childhood. One of the first gigs Paul got after moving to Hollywood was a guest spot on a failed crime drama about a gay closeted cop and his drug addicted partner. The star playing the gay cop, ‘Bert’, was famous 10 years before for playing a wholesome dad, and he hoped he could redefine his image with the show. Paul played a male prostitute who witnessed a murder, was taken into protective custody and then sleep with the cop. Paul had had a crush on ‘Bert’ since he first saw him, and couldn’t believe that even at 40, he was still extremely well built and full of charm. After some long days filming sex scenes over and over, Bert noticed Paul getting excited while filming. Mortified, Paul apologized, but Bert told him it was no big deal and invited him to dinner to discuss his career. Paul was shocked when he arrived at Bert’s house when Bert answered the door naked. Bert offered Paul a drink while he got dressed, but Paul asked for some cock instead. Bert was all top, but Paul was starstruck, and decided to go for it when Bert told him he had some ghb that would help him relax and enjoy it. Within minutes of drinking it, Paul could barely stay conscious. Without any memory of how he got naked or upstairs, he found himself face down being roughly butt fucked by Bert. The pain was pretty severe since Bert didn’t use any lube, until he shot all over Paul’s hole. Too out of it to move, Bert said something about an encore and the next thing Paul knew, Bert was watching while a short buff, tattooed Latino forcefucked Paul’s stoned ass as well. After the ghb wore off, Bert tried to convince him to try some other stuff and stick around, but Paul politely declined while running out the door. His ads was sore for days after that, and ever since then, he’d only been a top. Now he found himself envisioning Dick stuffing his giant monster cock into his tight hole, and started using magic markers and a plastic ladle handle on his hole when he was jerking off. He was almost ready to ask Mr. Carson to teach his hole a new trick, when Dick got some bad news. Turned out his Mother was ill and he had to run off cross country that night. Paul sucked him off before he left, and prayed for a hot substitute, but no such luck. Finally ready to get fucked, and the guy he wanted to ride was 1000 miles away. That Friday, Paul was considering driving to the next town over for a shady internet hookup when he got a call from one of the students, frantic due to his laptop and thus, his entire film being stolen.

I have a few. I needed to make them because I was in the porn industry myself. Let me tell you, it is NOT easy to get into. Two of three things are generally required: a great bod, a huge dick, and a pretty face. Abs are highly valued, but big muscle is not always required. It depends on the studio and what your goals are. If you're a BB cumslut, then Treasure Island would probably work out for you. If you have no ink but decent beef, there's Colt. If you're a deviant fucker and do all kinds of nasty things, Dark Alley and Raw Fuck Club might be a good fit. But this also depends on your location. There's also not much money in it anymore. There's a very small percentage of porn stars who can do exclusively porn and support themselves. The online thing and OnlyFans has got so huge that it takes away from DVD sales. There's still a market, surely, but it's not what it was. That said, it's also highly competitive. The studios know they can get the best guys, and they generally filter them out through their experience, looks, and talents. They also look at your online presence, how many followers you have, what sort of videos and pics you have of yourself. And they are always watching. Piss off one director or studio, and you're done. They know you are expendable. But many won't even reject you to your face. They will expect you to take their silence as their answer. And the pressure to remain in peak physical condition at all times is both mentally and physically exhausting. Back to the topic at hand, I am still on good terms with many of my friends in the biz. I've even fucked a couple of them. And when you don't treat them like a piece of meat or as a commodity, it can be a rewarding friendship. We're all people, and we all want to be liked for who we are, not what we do in the sack or on film.

There's nothing like having a load in your hole to tell a man that you're available to be bred. 'Another man's jizz is the best lube there is.'

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.

Went on a Cuba cruise.... told the porter in charge of my room I was a slut who wanted to be fucked as much as possible. He hooked me up with other stewards and passengers who wanted to fuck.... I got bred all the way to Cuba, in Cuba, and back again....

My husband and I shared a ‘boy’ for years. Spitroasting is a talent we have, and we work like a team doing it. On vacation recently, we fucked a number of younger men. It always includes stuffing them with cock at both ends. Many bottom dudes get ‘dickmatized’ doing it. That is they get this faraway look like the sensations of both the dick in their ass and their throat push them to a point of overload like all they exist for is to take dick. Often my husband provides the mouth dick while I go behind to start fucking. First, I don’t like getting blown as a precursor to fucking especially. Mouths are brutally rough on a dick compared to an ass, and I want ALL my sensation intact. Second, I am far hornier, so he gets more foreplay time while I am driving the train towards the orgasm station. What I REALLY love about spitroasting a bottom I recently realized is that it distracts the bottom. With his focus going back and forth on the dick in his mouth . . . no, the dick in his ass . . .no the dick in his mouth . . .he is not looking at me, not micro reading my every stroke, not trying to keep ongoing feedback to me, and especially not trying to encourage my journey to insemination. I can fuck like I want , and he is too busy sucking dick to focus all on me. I like the focus shifted off me. When I am going towards cumming, I often get in my own head, I think of what I am doing. I think of having a naked dude literally wriggling for my raw cock to be inside him. I think of the tight ass ring and what it must look like stretched around my cock, and I think of my dick swelling up hard an red going to spit semen deep inside . . . FUCK! I think of all the hotness of the moment, and with a dick in his mouth, the bottom isnt looking at me, or worse TALKING to me. One of those thoughts when I am fucking a spitroasted man is how much the bottom wants dick to be taking it at both ends. Dirty man with a dick in his mouth and his ass . . . takes me that much closer to breeding that ass as deep and as hard and as cum-filled as I can make it. FUCK! Oh and every good bottom no matter how cute, handsome, or even ugly looks damn sexy crammed full of dick. It’s like an aura.

I've been split roasted a few times. I love it. My friend Ivan invited other tops to join in from time to time, including his twin brother. I dream of being a party and be the cum dump.

Part 11 As Charles was being filled with his first load of poz cum he wasn’t aware that the entire event was being receded. Once it was leaned who he was, the fact that his ultra conservative father would be enraged and embarrassed if he ever discovered that his son was a gay PnP boy. Chuck would probably be shunned, disowned and dis-inherited. The video would be good black male material. They figured to get money from this new bareback bottom they are creating. The money could be used for drugs, made improvements to the property or prize money for the best bottom of the month, which Sam won hands down for Charles. Charles kept taking poz load after poz load and slam after slam. They even got him on video begging for the guy to cum in his ass along with him begging for a slam. They had him right where they wanted him, they owned his ass. While Sam was fucking him for the third time he felt he needed to inform the member group bottom of his new found love for partying and taking raw dick. He told Charles, “I know you’re mind has been trying to process all that you gave been experiencing and feeling. Let me make this easy and simple for you to understand. After you leave here you’re going to try and deny that you were fucked up the ass. Then one night you’ll dream about my cock or any man’s cock filling your ass. You might even try to distract yourself with your girlfriend. I guarantee you won’t be successful. You’ll be calling me to give you the only thing that will satisfy the itch you’ll be feeling for a needle in your arm and a cock up your ass.” With that said, Sam delivered another poz load inside the formerly straight Charles. That same night David brought a total top who, in his opinion, was to cocky and needed to be brought down to realty. He thought he was God's gift to every bottom I the world. His name was Brandon and he was a ‘stud’ of pure muscle at 6’ 2”, 185 pounds, blond hair, green eyes and a 10” cock. David hooked up with him a could times when he was in a bottoming mood. Although he was hung, he was a decent top, he only like to fuck bareback and party, he didn’t like his attitude. He worked it out for Brandon to get an invite to the party as or of the top and explained the major rule of the party. First rule no one leaves the party before 8 am and the second rule that they did not allow spectators, he’d have to be doing some fucking throughout the night. This wasn’t really a ‘party rule’ it was made up just for Brandon. They made sure every drink Brandon had was laced with GHB and Tina. It was calculated that along with what he was smoking the laced drinks would give him Tina dick. Sure enough after a couple hours he started to lose his rock hard 10” asking David for a ‘dick’ pill. David took him off to the side and gave him a blue sugar pill telling him it was Viagra. Brandon swallowed or down with a laced Gatorade adding more Tina to his already drugged up body. David gave him adequate time to try and get hard which was no use. At that point they reminded Brandon of the party rule and if he couldn’t get hard to fuck he was going to be fucked. Brandon furiously tried you get hard as he was being surrounded by several members that would have no problem getting him over to one of the slings and restraining him so that he can be fucked. Realizing that he was not going to get hard he quirky offered to leave only to be reminded of the first rule. Brandon didn’t need to be reminded of the second rule as the group had no problem escorting him over to the sing occupied by Benji. Benji knew of this plan and immediately got out of the sling abs retrieved the restraints, attached them on the chains and secured them on Brandon. The G he had consumed made this all too easy as he made a feeble attempted to get away. Now restrained I the sling his fate was sealed. David pulled out a slam and as quick as he placed in the sling his arm was tired off and the needle slid into his vein. Brandon didn’t know what hit him when the tourniquet was removed and the Tina flowed through his body. He coughed hard and was ready to have his bottom cherry finally busted, although it was not with his consent. With Tina in charge he was starting to discover the pleasure his ass was about to bring him for the first time. David began by rimming his virgin hole. Brandon had eaten plenty of ass, but this was the first time he’d be in the receiving end of a tongue. He immediately began to uncontrollably moan as David first licked, the probed into virgin territory. The objective was to get Brandon worked up that he would beg to be fucked, and it was working. When David began to use his fingers to apply lube (and slip in some Tina) it was making Brandon’s ass hungry to be filled. David asked the drugged up soon to be bottom, “How’s that hole? That hole seems to be liking to have my fingers inside.” Brandon could only moan, his drugged up brain was unable to turn any words. The response prompted David to remove his fingers which finally provoked a response from Brandon who exclaimed, “No! Put your fingers back in, it felt really good.” David was now standoff between Brandon’s legs, looking down at him with he lubed cock poised at his virgin ass telling the soon to be fucked virgin, “I’ve got something I think you’re going to learn you love having in your ass.” With that said, David began to penetrate the cocky, total top. Brandon was directed to look into the mirror above the sling, “Look at that cock as it takes you anal virginity.” At first Brandon said, “No” but as David sunk in deeper and deeper his ‘No's' turned into moans and David began to fuck him but the first time. Brandon was well aware that David was poz. The drugs affecting his brain told me that he needed to get fucked. David fucked him but a good 45 minutes before he was ready to breed the burner total top. He didn’t say a word as his pace quickened and his breathing became heavier. Brandon knew he was about to cum and knew from the type of party this was he was and to have that poz cum shot into his ass. His fate already sealed he accepted the facts and yelled out, “BREED MY NEG ASS WITH YOUR DIRTY POZ CUM!”

Part 47 　 I slept like a log and then woke up, at least mostly refreshed. I looked at my clock and found it to be only about 11:30 am. I was somewhat surprised at this as I thought I had slept longer. I felt a lot better though. I got up and then found out that although I felt awake, my hole was so sore I could hardly walk. I made my way into the shower to try and soak a few aches and pains away. As I soaked my aches away, I had time to reflect on what the hell I was doing. My God the sex was fantastic, but almost every load I had taken in my ass was HIV+. I loved the sex but what the hell was I doing keeping on taking load after load of positive cum in me and getting infected. Every time I would see a cock the last few days I wanted it in me, but no cure for what I was taking, was it worth it? I had been totally straight! What the hell was happening to me? I scrubbed and soaked and got the water hotter and hotter till the room was steaming. Damn it felt good to get my muscles to relax. By the time I decided to get out, almost an hour had gone by, I actually felt pretty darn good. Now, I just had to sit down and start to think this thing through and see what I thought would be best for me to do. I had no idea yet.

Part 4 Benji and Tyler were face to face as he was bred by Kyle. Tyler leaned closer so that the two twinks could kiss. Tyler broke the kiss to say, “Kyle filled you with his cum. How did it feel?” Benji replied, “Yeah, he did cum inside me. It feels amazing.” As Kyle continued to work his cock in his hole while Benji worked his ass trying to milk more of Kyle’s cum for his semi hard cock remembering to say, “Thank you for your cum, thank you for your gift.” As both twins pulled out of their respective bottom, Kyle said to his twin, “Bro, you’ve got to tap this ass. His ass is so hungry that it milked my cock through the entire fuck.” The two twinks looked at each other, both now empty and in need of more cock. As Tyler lit the torch and began heating the pipe he said, “Let’s take a couple hits then we can each search for our next cock.” Tyler’s main responsible responsibility for the moment wasn’t get fucked, although he was in need of a cock filing his ass. He was doing exactly what David and John wanted, letting Benji blowing clouds. They passed the pipe back and forth between them each taking 4 hits before they were interrupted by this 50’ish, very fit and in shape daddy type. He headed directly for Benji. He introduced himself, “You must be Benji. David had told me so much about you. My name is Arthur.” Arthur pulled the high twink in for a hug that quickly became a kiss as Arthur’s semi hard cock rested against Benji’s groin. Once they stopped kissing Benji noticed that Tyler had walked away, most likely in search of me cock. Benji noticed the semi hard cock at his waist and instinctively wrapped his hand around the man’s rod. Enjoying the teens hand on his fuck stick he asked the tweaking twink, “You like that cock? I bet you’d like it inside your ass.” Benji could only nod in agreement as Arthur pushed him down to his knees telling him, “if you want my fuck stick inside you ass then you better get me hard.” Benji now had Arthur’s cock right at his lips. Without any hesitation he opened his mouth and took in as much of his cock as he could. What he had was a semi hard cock that was probably 7.5”, what he didn’t know was that Arthur’s cock was going to grow to is full 10.5” right down his throat. As the semi hard fuck stick reached the back of his throat, Benji knew that he was going to have to take it into his throat of he was going to do a good job of giving Arthur a good blow job. Arthur pulled back, told his cock sucker, “Take a deep breath in when I start to push back into you mouth.” He then grabbed Benji’s head between his two hands, and pushed his cock back into the kid’s mouth asking, “Are you ready to deep throat my cock?” Arthur didn’t really care for an answer from Benji, his cock was going into the teen's throat. As Arthur pushed his cock deeper in Benji’s mouth, he took in a deep breath and when the cock got to the entrance of his throat Arthur kept a steady force as the cock slid early into Benji’s throat. As the growing rod entered his throat all that was heard was a “OOMPH” from his plugged up throat. Benji’s eyes speed to almost pop out of his skull as he was slightly startled at the length of the cock he was teaching then his throat. Thinking he had taken it all in, he was surprised to hear Arthur say, “Almost there Benji my boy, about another inch or so”, as he felt the cock go deeper as he felt his nose nestle into the hair able his growing cock. Arthur slightly rocked his hips to get a little movement instructing the twink whose head was impaled on his hardening fuck stick asking him, “Swallow boy, just swallow my cock.” Benji attempted get comply with the instructions he was given and on the third try he got his throat to move on Arthur’s cock. Knowing the boy was going to need air he pulled back just enough allowing Benji to exhale and fill his lungs with fresh air before pushing all the way back in the teen’s throat. This time he was prepared as his nose quickly met Arthur’s pubic hair. This time Benji needed no instruction as he got to working his throat on the cock lodged in his throat. As he massaged it with his throat muscle he could feel out growing longer down his throat. Thankfully Arthur didn’t have the girth of the cock that had fucked him so far that night. Arthur was in heaven as he felt his pre cum dripping directly from his cock into his cock sucker's stomach as his cock reached it’s full length and hardness. He looked down at the teen with a big smile and said, “God damn boy, you took all 10 plus inches and didn’t gag. You ready to get fucked deep, really deep?” With the 10.5” cock still lodged in his throat, Benji did his best to nod ‘Yes’ as he began to find the net to breath. Slowly Arthur pulled his hard, dripping cock from Benji’s throat. Barely giving him anytime to catch his breath he pulled his soon to be fuck hole up to his feet, spun him around and pushed him face down on a table in front of the twink. Without wasting a second he quickly lined his cock up with Benji's hole balls deep in one thrust. Benji had no time to be prepared for the deep penetration as n Arthur held steady, grinding his dick into the newbie bottom before pulling back and thrusting back in deep again. Benji though being fucked by a thick cock was something, the depth Arthur was going for surprised him. Benji would moan with each deep thrust, each moan was a mixture of pressure and pain. As the two fucked they were joined by Sam who said, “Fuck that ass Arthur, fuck it deep! Sam was one of the local dealers and, at David’s suggestion, brought over a well packed pipe for Benji to smoke. He looked down at Benji and said, “You like life you could need to blue role clouds.” Benji looked up at the new figure week joined them as he introduced himself, “I’m Sam. I’m the guy who can get you what you want, Tina, GHB, MDMA, you name it. I saw Arthur slam his long cock inside you and knew you be needing to smoke.” Sam pulled out a well packed pipe as Benji carefully propped up on his elbows, carefully to keep Arthur’s cock inside him and allowing him to smoke. Sam hated the bowl telling Benji, “I think it’ll be easier if I shotgun this to you.” He then took a big hit then lend didn’t playing his lips on nthe teen’s lips feeding him the drug. Sam kept his mouth on Benji's turning the shotgun into a kiss. The kiss has Benji holding his breath allowing more of the drug to get into his body. Arthur could feel the effects of this long is as the twink’s up more began to vibrate. When the kiss broke Benji blew out a massive white cloud while Sam prepared to take another hit. With the cock working his ass Benji began to milk Arthur’s cock trying to get him to cum. Sam asked, “Can I fuck you next?” before he fed Benji another hit and then another before Arthur stared to pick up his pace. Benji continued to work his ass as Sam kept feeding him now meth. When Arthur’s breathing began to change and Benji could feel his cock get harder he began to ask, “Fuck that cum into me. Give me your baby juice. Breed me.” Arthur slammed in one more time and filled the teen with his poz load. This was the fifth load he’d deposited in one of the bottoms at the party, so it wasn’t that big, but all decent. He worked his cock his a little while after trying to work what cum was still inside into the walls of his ass.

The third post is here. * * * I was cruising back from Saturday baseball practice in my new Mustang convertible, my eighteenth birthday present from my dad. As I turned the corner to my house, I saw a police cruiser sitting in my driveway and felt this wave of fear sweep over me, not understanding the meaning of its presence. I pulled into the driveway next to the cruiser, put the car in park, and ran into the front door. I called out to my dad, worried that something had happened to him, relieved to hear him call out from his office on the first floor, "Jake, I'm in here. Come join us." I ran into the office and saw my father standing next to this giant of a man in a cop's uniform, complete with gun and handcuffs. "Dad," I gasped, "is anything wrong?" "No, son, I'd like you to meet my friend, Isaac," he said calmly, pointing to the big man next to him. "Pleased to meet you, Jake," said the cop, extending his hand in greeting, "I've heard a lot about you from your dad." Isaac smiled and his face beamed with a knowing look. "I was just doing a favor for your dad," Isaac said, shaking my hand with a grip that felt like it was going to cripple my hand, "and wanted to drop something off for him before I headed home." As I stood there shaking his hand and watching him give me the once over, I returned the favor by running my eyes from his handsome face down to his huge boots. Isaac had to be almost seven feet tall and must have weighed in at around 300 pounds. His beefy forearms were covered in tight, curly black hair, and his biceps stretched the sleeves of his uniform, looking as though they would burst through at any minute. The uniform pants were equally tight across his thighs and the seat hugged his ass like a glove. Returning my gaze to his face, I noticed a pair of beautiful, green eyes on either side of a broad, flat nose. His head was round and shaved, and his chin was just above the top of my head. His smile was filled with big, white teeth, made even more noticeable by the darkness of his skin. His handshake seemed to go on a little longer than normal, and he finally clasped his other hand over mine before ending the grasp. "He's everything you described," Isaac said, turning his head to look at my dad, "you sure are one lucky man." Dad beamed at the compliment and motioned for me to come over and stand by him. "But I really need to run to the store on the way home and pick up something for dinner," Isaac added. "Tom will be tired when he gets home from the hospital, and I'd better have something on the table or he'll be impossible to deal with." Isaac started walking towards the hallway and dad said, "I'll walk you out." As they left the office, I noticed dad putting his hand on Isaac's ass and I followed them to the front door. Before opening the door, dad leaned over and gave Isaac a quick kiss on the lips and as he turned the knob, said, "I'll tell you how everything goes. I really appreciate you doing this for me." "No problem," said Isaac, "what are friends for?" Shortly after the door was closed, I heard the cruiser start up and back out of the driveway. "When I saw the cop car, I thought something awful had happened," I said. "I think my heart's still pounding a little from the thought." "Are you sure your heart isn't pounding for another reason?" dad asked, smiling wickedly. "Well, now that you mention it, he is very hot. But I wouldn't have thought about that if I hadn't seen you grab his ass." I laughed. "Isaac was bringing me a little something for you," he explained. "I figured it wouldn't hurt to cover our bases in case anyone asks any questions." Now I was really intrigued and asked him what he meant. "Isaac had a friend at the DMV make up a fake ID for you," dad said, "You might need it tonight because you're supposed to be 21 years old at the place I'm taking you." "And where might that be?" I asked curiously. "Why, to the baths, of course," he replied. "Now come upstairs and help me get ready so we can go." I followed dad up to his room and into his bathroom. He took off his work clothes, throwing them in the hamper and pulled the cordless trimmer out of the drawer. "Why don't you get undressed, too, and we'll shower together after you help me with my little chore?" he asked. I pulled off my sweaty practice clothes and followed him into the shower. Flicking on the trimmer, he handed it to me and asked, "Would you mind doing the honors for me? I did an extra pump at the gym today and I don't think I can reach as many spots as I usually do." I took the trimmer from him and ran my empty hand over the broad expanse of his back, brushing up the hair that covered it so the trimmer could get as much as possible. I ran the trimmer over his back and worked down over his hard ass cheeks, spreading each one to get a closer cut along the crack. After working over his legs, I turned him around and stood up again, my dick getting hard from the feeling of his dense fur under my fingers. I clipped his chest and arms, working carefully to make sure every hair was the same length. I dropped back to my knees to trim the front of his legs before starting on his cock bush. As I ran the clippers around his crotch, his dick started to bounce and lengthen a little. Still running the trimmer around his bush and balls, I put the head of his cock in my mouth and started a little tongue work around the plum-sized knob. Dad sighed with pleasure and I felt the meaty tube fatten and really start to grow, pushing towards my throat. I clicked off the clippers, set them down outside the shower, and pushed my mouth down to his hairy crotch. I began working on his cock with long, slow strokes, feeling it reach its full ten-inch length and stretching my lips with its width. My actions on his dick was getting dad really hot and he put his hands on either side of my head and began to fuck my mouth. The big head was pushing into my throat with each thrust and I struggled to keep from gagging. It didn't take long before dad was really pounding into my mouth and I was working my tongue and throat to give him the maximum sensations. His breath was coming in ragged gasps, and suddenly he shoved the whole length into my throat and I could feel the pulsing of the big vein on the bottom of his cock as it sent wads of hot cum down my throat. I pulled back a little to get some of his cum on my tongue so I could taste him, and after getting some of the salty fluid, I began running my tongue rapidly over his ever more sensitive cock head. As dad's breathing calmed and his dick began to soften, I grabbed the base of his cock and slowly squeezed the length of it, coaxing the last drops of cum out of it and onto my tongue. I stood back up and leaned against the opposite wall of the shower, wrapping my right hand around my own cock and started jacking it furiously. Dad reached between my legs and searched out my asshole with his middle finger. As the fat finger entered my ass, I could feel my balls slapping against the underside of his massive forearm. He grabbed my balls with his left hand and gently squeezed them while I continued jacking my cock. The combination of the ball work and the finger fucking my ass was more than enough to push me right over the edge. I shot my load all over his hairy chest and felt my ass gripping his finger with each pulse of cum, not wanting the feelings to end. My legs were weak and, after pulling his finger from my ass, he pulled me to him in a bear hug, then kissed me deeply and held me for a few moments. When he thought I could stand by myself, he used one hand to turn on the shower and blocked the water until it got warm enough. We slowly washed each other's bodies, got dried off, and slipped on some jeans and t-shirts. Dad packed a few things from his nightstand into a small, leather bag, and we went downstairs to fix something to eat. After a quick dinner, dad drove out of the suburbs and headed for the city, ending up in an industrial area lined with two and three-story buildings. He parked the car across the street from a white, windowless two-story building with a solitary sign above the door that said "Club". Inside the door was a counter with a young man behind it, handing a key and towel to a guy on our side of it. When he saw dad, he exclaimed, "Ben, it's been quite a while since you've been here. It was a nice surprise to hear your voice earlier. I've reserved the double room for you, just like you asked." "Randy," dad said, "I'd like you to meet my boy, Jake." Randy extended his hand to shake mine and as we did, he leaned over the counter and kissed me. "Happy to meet you," he said, then asked. "First time here." "Yes," I answered, a little nervously. "Don't worry," he replied, "your dad knows his way around. I'm sure he'll show you a good time. I just need to see some ID. Silly rule if you ask me, but it's required in case the cops ever check the records. And speaking of cops, I think there's a couple already here. But I don't think they're looking to bust us, if you get my drift." Dad laughed and told me to show Randy my ID. I pulled the new driver's license from my hip pocket, handed it to Randy, and watched as he check it and then looked back at me. "I wouldn't think he's all that old," Randy said, a little laugh in his voice, "but that's what it says. I'll get you fixed up right now." As dad pulled some bills from his wallet and laid them on the counter, Randy placed a couple of towels and keys in front of dad, and swept the money into the cash register. "You're all set," he said, "I think your dad can give you the tour." Randy reached under the counter and the buzz of an electric door release sounded behind me. Dad picked up the keys and towels and said, "Thanks, Randy, you're a sweetheart. C'mon, Jake, I'll start the tour and we'll see who's here tonight." As we went through the door, a couple more men were coming in to the front door and Randy turned his attention to them. "Have fun, Jake," Randy called out as the door was closing behind us. Dad put his arm around my shoulder as we walked through a short corridor on the other side of the door. When we got to the end of the hall, there was door on the right and an open space ahead, filled with couches, chairs and a TV set. Through the door was a series of lockers and I could hear showers going in the background. The open area had a few men standing or sitting around with nothing but their towels wrapped around their waists. The realization of what was going on in here struck me and I think my mouth dropped open in disbelief. Dad was watching my face and smiled at my reaction. "I thought you might react like that, almost everyone does the first time," he said. We walked past a snack bar with more guys talking or drinking, and then down a short hallway lined with doors, each one with a number on it. Some of the doors were open and as we walked by I glanced into a few of them. Men were laying naked on single, raised mattresses, some face up and others face down, the lights inside the rooms dimmed to produce a eerie effect. Music was coming out of speakers overhead, some electronic composition with a smooth, sexy beat behind it. We walked up a staircase at the end of the hall and came out into another corridor with more doors on either side. We walked around a few more halls until we got to a room that, from my take on the layout, was right by the convergence of most of the halls on this floor. Dad unlocked the door with one of the keys Randy had given us and then shut the door behind us. This room was larger than the others I had seen, with a double-sized mattress on a raised platform, a small table next to the bed, and a small, industrial-type wall light above the table. There was a dimmer switch under the light and dad turned up the brightness a little so we could see better. The walls of the rooms were ten feet high, but the room was completely open above them and I could see the ceiling of the building a few feet above them. Along with the sensual music coming from all around, I could hear the sound of other men having sex. "Get undressed and hang your clothes on one of the hooks. You can put your sneakers under the bed," dad instructed. "And while you're doing that, I'll unpack." Dad set the leather bag on the bed, opened it and started to pull the items out of it. I recognized the poppers, rubbers, and lube, but he had to explain the next few items, as we had never used them when we had sex. Dad had brought some tit clamps, a couple of dildos, and a couple of cockrings, along with some white hand towels. He put everything into the drawer of the table, slid the bag under the mattress and started to undress. I was already naked, except for the towel wrapped around my waist in the fashion I had seen on other guys during our walk to the room, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting. When he was undressed, he wrapped his towel around his waist, adjusting it so barely covered his dick, balls, and ass. The whiteness of the towel against his completely hairy body was a total turn-on, and I felt my dick jump a little with a nasty thought. He slipped the elastic band holding one of the keys as far up his meaty forearm as possible and slid the key under the band so it wouldn't rattle when he moved. I followed his example with the key and then he said it was time to finish the tour. We left the room, locking the door behind us, and walked through more hallways, his arm over my shoulder and my arm around his waist. There were men everywhere, walking slowly like we were, some just standing against the wall. Most guys were wearing their towels, but some had them thrown over their shoulders, around their necks, or carrying them in one hand. There were men of all ages, shapes, and for those not wearing their towels, sizes. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and my mind was racing with the possibilities of all these men wandering around, looking for someone to have sex with. Dad showed me where the dark rooms were, unlit spaces with bunk beds along the side and mattresses around the floors. We walked into an orgy room and the center mattress was occupied by a buff guy getting fucked, another guy's cock in his mouth, and his hands jacking a couple of other guys at the same time. We watched the action for a few minutes and I felt my dick starting to harden, which was not an unusual reaction as I took in the other men standing around watching as well. While we were watching, a few guys stopped in front of dad and touched his dick through his towel, but he gently moved theirs hands away and they walked on. We left the orgy room and walked around some more, stopping in different doorways to see what the men inside looked like. There were some really hot guys laying on their backs in a few of the rooms, some stroking their cocks, and others just watching their brief visitors. We passed by one room where a man was laying on his stomach on the mattress and another man was standing over him, running his hand over his ass and stroking his own cock through his towel. We watched this scene for a few minutes as the standing man started to spread the other's ass cheeks and play this his hole. The man on the bed lifted his ass in acknowledgement and the other buy reached over to shut the door. We walked a little further and came to a glass door that was steamed over. When dad opened the door, steam came rolling out and we stepped into the thick fog inside. We were in a white-tiled maze of short corridors, some with niches on the side and men standing alone or in pairs inside them. We came around a corner into an open space with tiled benches and a tiled platform in the center. There were men all around this area, some sitting and others standing, watching the men on the platform or the others around them. Guys in different sex acts covered the platform and surrounding benches. Several guys had men on their knees in front of them, sucking their cocks or eating their asses. One man was bent over the tiled bench with another man fucking him slowly from behind. The heat and steam was causing sweat to bead up all over my body and the hair on dad's body was glistening with the moisture from the steam. I was trying hard not to throw a major woody but the sights around me were so astonishing and sexy that I was losing the battle. As I looked around the steam room, I saw a good-looking man leaning against the wall that caught my attention. He had short red hair, styled like a military haircut, and a beard the color of copper, almost hiding his full lips. He was about five foot, six inches tall, and very well built, his full chest and flat stomach covered with coppery hair. He had a deep tan and the hair on his arms was sun bleached to a beautiful reddish-blond. To confirm my suspicions about the haircut, there was a USMC tattoo on his left bicep. When he turned to look around himself, I saw that his back was smooth but there was a tuft of long, curly hair at the base of his spine, indicating that under the towel was a really, hairy ass. I whispered to dad to take a look and after a few seconds, he whispered back, "You've got good taste, boy. Do you want to have him join us in our room?" I was startled by the suggestion, but instantly realized that's exactly what I wanted, so I nodded, and dad steered me over in the man's direction. When we stopped in front of the hot man, his eyes cruised up and down dad's body and then over to me, and a smiled lit up his face. Dad leaned over and in a husky whisper said, "My boy and I think you're really hot and would like it very much if you'd join us in our room." After a moments hesitation where I could almost hear him thinking about it, "Sure," he answered, "Lead the way." We left the steam room with the hunk following us, and after the short walk to our room, closed and locked the door behind us. "My name's Ben and this is my boy, Jake," dad told the man. "My name's David, but all my friends call me Red," the man answered. "Then Red it is," said dad, and leaned over, pulling Red's head to his and starting kissing him. I watched as the two hairy men in front of me kissed passionately, tongues going back and forth between mouths, and low moans starting to come from deep in Red's throat. Dad broke their kiss and used his hand to turn Red's head in my direction. I leaned in to kiss him and had my tongue sucked into the hot warmth of his mouth. Wow, I thought, this guy can really kiss, and I returned his attention, pulling his tongue into my mouth and running mine all around his mouth. As Red and I were kissing, dad dropped his towel and undid ours in turn. He reached down and took both our dicks into each hand, slowly stroking them as he watched us kissing. We stood together in the room; Red kissing each of us and taking turns stroking one another's dicks. Dad and I spent a few minutes kissing each other, putting on a performance for our new friend, and feeling him play with our cocks. Dad pushed Red into a sitting position on the edge of the mattress and said, "Suck his cock, boy." The tone in dad's voice left no question in my mind and I got on my knees in front of Red and took his dick in my hand. Red's dick was about the same length and width as mine, a milky white with lots of veins and purple mushroom head. I placed my mouth over the wide head and started running my tongue around it. Red moaned in agreement with my actions and I plunged down the whole length, sucking the head back into my throat. As I was working on Red's dick, dad leaned over and continued to kiss him and started working on his nipples with his fingers. I could feel the little jerks of Red's body as dad pinched his nipples and his moans joined the others coming from over the walls. Dad stopped working on Red's nipples and presented his big dick for him to suck. Without being told, Red started sucking dad's dick, matching my rhythm as we both filled our mouths with hot cock. Soon, dad pulled his dick from Red's mouth and pulled me up to my feet with a gentle hand under my chin. "Boy, get on your knees on the mattress, with your back against the wall," dad growled. "I want Red to get on the bed, on his hands and knees, and suck your dick." We both did as we were told and as Red sucked the entire length of my cock into his mouth, dad got behind him and started rubbing his ass. I watched as dad spread Red's hairy ass cheeks, bent over, and started licking his hole. Red squirmed in front of me, and renewed the hungry way he was sucking my dick. I watched my dad rimming Red's hole and remembered how good it had felt when he ate my ass, and could see why I had enjoyed it so. Every now and then, dad would roll his long tongue and stab it into Red's ass like a little cock, then open his tongue flat again and lick around the outside of the quivering hole. Dad started to alternate one big finger with his oral manipulations and Red was humping his ass up to meet the finger as it entered his hot chute. Dad reached into the drawer and pulled out the poppers, and after unscrewing the top, handed it to me. I took a deep draw through one nostril and moved the bottle to Red's nose. He stopped sucking my dick long enough to take a deep breath and handed the bottle back to me. I gave it to Dad, who took a hit and set the bottle down. As my rush drew all my attention to my dick, I could see and feel Red's reaction to the poppers as he tried to suck my dick and balls into his throat. Dad was plunging two fingers into Red's ass, twisting them as he pushed them in and pulled them out, his face a mask of lust and concentration. I could almost see the images in dad's mind as worked on Red's ass and it fueled my lust. Dad slapped Red's ass hard and said, "Get on your back with your head over the end of the bed." Red stopped sucking my dick and rolled over onto his back, shifting around to get into position. "My boy's going to fuck you first to get you ready for my big cock, and then I'm going to fuck you until you cum," dad growled. I moved around on the mattress between Red's legs and dad moved down to the foot of the bed, placing his balls over Red's mouth. Red began licking and sucking dad's big balls as I reached into the drawer for the lube. "Don't forget the rubber, boy," dad said, and I grabbed a Trojan and put it on the mattress next to me. Dad grabbed Red's feet and pulled his legs back towards him, opening up the hairy furrow under me. I poured some lube in my hand and greased up my dick, then rubbing the remainder on Red's hairy crack. I opened the condom package and rolled the sheath over my dick. I poured a little more lube on two fingers and inserted them into Red's ass, smearing the slippery liquid around his hungry hole. "Get the poppers," I heard dad say, and handed the bottle to him. I spread some more lube over my condom-covered dick and pressed the head to the quivering asshole below me. Dad let Red have a hit of poppers and took one himself. When I saw the redness flush his skin, I sank the entire length of my cock into Red's ass, feeling his hairy ass scratch through my pubes. As my dick entered his guts, Red let out a loud moan, muffled only by the presence of my dad's balls in his mouth. I'd never fucked anyone before, and the heat and moisture of his ass was an amazing sensation. I knew now why dad liked to fuck me, and I fantasized about the some of the times in the last few weeks when his balls would be slapping my ass as his big dick filled my chute. I started a slow, fucking movement in Red's ass, savoring the grip of his ass walls and feeling the rush of pleasure from my cock head as it slipped in and out of the hot tunnel. Dad pulled his balls from the red bear's mouth, letting his head fall back over the edge of the bed, and pleading with dad to fuck his face. Dad pushed his dick into Red's mouth and started his own fucking motions in bear's other hole. The sight of dad's huge dick disappearing into Red's mouth spurred me on and I increased the speed of my fucking into the hot ass. I looked at the expanse of fur below and in front of me, from Red's crotch up to my father's face, the color changing from red to black and back again. The vision of these male animals grunting and moaning in heat began to pull the cum from my balls. I started slamming into Red's ass, trying to get every inch of my cock as deep into the hot chute as possible. The first wave of my orgasm swept through me like a storm and as I continued pounding the ass below me, my cum spurted into the rubber and all the tension of the fucking was draining from my body. I collapsed onto the hot bear underneath me and started to lick and suck on his neck, feeling my dad's dick stretch it as he continued to slide it deep into Red's throat. Dad pulled his cock from Red's mouth, the length covered with spit and glistening in the dim light. "It's my turn, boy," growled dad, and I sat back on the bed, my dick softening as I removed the rubber and laid it on the table. I pickup one of the Magnum packets from the table, opened it, and handed it to my dad. He quickly slipped the oversized rubber over his dick, rolling it down the length. Dad spun Red around and pushed his legs back with one hand and held his monster cock with the other. In a quick, smooth movement, dad sunk the entire length of his fat dick into the ass I had just fucked, causing Red to moan loudly, and his head snapping upward to watch the action at his ass. "Fuck my ass, you hairy bastard," Red spit at my dad, "fuck me good with that big dick." Dad didn't need any more encouragement, his face twisted with lust, as he started his long, hard strokes into the hot ass under him. His big, hairy balls were slapping Red's ass with each stroke and Red continued to urge him on, grunts forced from him as his guts were filled with long, fat cock. Red's belly has covered with pre cum, the long hairs matted down, and fat, shiny drops pulsing from his cock head with every thrust. I was watching the lust of these two magnificent bears build and heat the air around me. My asshole quivered with desire as I saw my dad's cock sliding in and out of Red's ass, knowing the feeling of pleasure that big dick could give you. Red reached up with both hands and grabbed dad's tits in his strong fingers. From the sound of dad's groans, I knew it wasn't going to be long before he was shooting wads of cum deep inside the red bear's hungry ass. The speed of dad's fucking and grunting increased until finally, he shoved the length of his cock deep into Red's ass, and held it there, pushing harder with each spurt of cum I knew was filling the rubber. As dad's dick was pulsing into his ass, Red grabbed his own cock and with a few short strokes, bear cream shot over his chest and stomach, accompanied by loud grunts of ecstasy. The two bears stayed almost motionless, panting as if in exhaustion, dad's cock planted deeply in the other's ass. "Come here, boy," whispered dad as he lowered Red's legs on both sides of him and leaned over to kiss him. I joined the hairy men on the mattress and the three of us traded kisses and stroked each other while the tension drained from their bodies. I tweaked Red's nipples lightly, and each shock sent shivers through him and dad, as Red's ass squeezed his dick with each spasm. Dad slowly pulled his dick from Red's ass and Red whimpered as the cock that had filled him so fully was sliding from his chute. I knew exactly how he felt as I never wanted to lose the feeling dad's dick gave me when we'd been fucking. Dad got one of the hand towels from the table and wiped Red's chest and stomach clean of cum, and then wiped his own dick clean after removing the condom. We continued to kiss, stroke, and make small talk for several minutes, until dad finally said, "I think a good, hot shower is in order, don't you men?" I felt incredibly proud that dad had included me when he used the word, men, and both Red and I agreed it was a good idea. We got up off the mattress, wrapped our towels around our waists, and opened the door to leave. There was a small group of guys across the halls, leaning against the wall. I had forgotten the rooms were open on top, and they must have been listening to sounds of intense fucking that was coming from our room. I smiled as I saw them look back and forth at the two, hot bears I had just fucked with, and then at me. Red, dad, and I went to the showers on the lower floor and spent about half an hour, soaping each other down, rinsing off, kissing, and stroking under the hot streams of water. After we had toweled off, the three went to the snack bar for an energy boost, and dad wrote our phone number on a scratch pad, giving it to Red. "If you want to get together again, give us a call. We'd love to see you again, right boy?" "Right," I answered, "you're a great fuck." "And I'm sure you are, too," replied Red, rubbing my ass and winking at me in a knowing way. The thought of having my ass filled with his hot, bear dick gave mine a little jerk. "You'll have to ask my dad," I said and when he looked in dad's direction, dad answered with only a big smile. "Enough said," replied Red, and the three of us said our good-byes. After Red had gone into the locker room, dad looked at me and asked, "Would you like to wander around and see what more mischief we can get into, or go back to the room and take a little nap?" "Gee, dad," I said, "how about we do both?" He just smiled, wrapped his arm around my shoulder and steered me toward the labyrinth of hallways.

Part 43 　 As we were coming down from our orgasms, I glanced over towards Hank. He was just groaning out his release of his toxic cum into the boyfriend of the guy who had just fucked me and I was pretty certain that new guy was going to join the poz club soon. His gaping hole was visible from where I lay and was dripping poz cum and Randy, the stripper was just walking up and had a huge hard on and his mammoth cock was ready to inject another load into that previously neg hole. As Randy got ready to ram his cock into the guy, he all at once, held up, and drove his fingers in first. He just rammed them hard and almost destroyed the poor guys hole while dragging his nails on the way out. He did this several times and I could see blood starting to flow and the guy was almost in tears. Then Randy rammed his mammoth cock in deep in one hard thrust, telling the guy, you are definitely going home with HIV tonight now. He then started to just plainly assault the guys hole, which had to tear it even more. The poor guy was whimpering but seemed to be getting almost as much pleasure out of it as pain. He was gasping for breath, also. I was so intent on watching that hole destruction, I didn't notice that Hank had crawled up between my, still wide open legs, and then all at once he stuck his cock into my dripping hole deep. I almost jumped clear off of the couch I was on. He clamped his lips to mine and his tongue invaded my mouth as he started to stroke his cock in and out of my hole. I was totally into it almost immediately and was pushing my ass back onto him on every in thrust, trying to get him deeper and deeper into me. Since Hank had cum already a couple of times that evening, I knew I was in for a long session of my hole being used. We pushed and pulled and caressed each other, over and over again. We almost broke the couch down as it was creaing under us from the pounding. Almost an hour went by before I could feel Hank's cock start to grow and get even harder and I knew he was almost ready to cum. My own cock was twitching and tickling me and I knew I was close also. Another couple of minutes later and I was yelling, I am cumming and my cock spurted and Hank told me my ass was squeezing his cock and he was going to explode and then did, erupting deep inside me and spilling me with his highly toxic cum. OMG, another load of HIV in me, I had now lost count, but wow what magnificent sex. I glanced at the clock and it was almost midnight now.

Part 5; Into the living room I went, again removing my Gas Mask. I got off on the fact he didn't know what I looked like! I now called my son. Yes, my real one. The one that has made me a proud Grandfather twice over. I was meeting him and his Mother later for our monthly 'let's catch up' meal. His Mother and I were on very good terms, even though we had separated decades ago. History had kinda repeated itself, as he was also no longer with the Mother of my cheeky tykes, who certainly kept their old Granddad on his toes, and he also was on good terms with his ex Mrs. - Hey Dad - Hey Son. Listen, you got any plans after the meal? - Just a few pints with the lads - Well, it just so happens I got a new boy in, one I know you'll like. Wanna come over and Fuck him before your old Man pozzes him up? - Hell yeah Dad. I'm due to see the lads again tomorrow night, so, they can wait - Good boy Son. See you and your mum later. - Great. Bye Dad. Love you. - Love you too, Son. My son was Bi. Very much a Ladies Man, yet, LOVED Man-cunt just as much as his old Man. And like me, he NEVER used condoms either. I got myself washed and dressed ready to go out, and now, time to put the pup into the Cage! I'm sure I could over-look if a peg or two had come off. But that would equate to extra flogging! I put back on the Gas Mask with my now everyday normal wear, and headed back to the porch! Off with the ball-gag. 'I am impressed. You haven't removed a single peg. Good boy. You are learning well. Now it's time for you to spend the night in the Cage'. 'Sorry Master, I cannot spend the night, I have to go home, my ...' 'My WHAT?' 'My ...' 'For fuck sake boy, spit it out' 'My Girlfriend will be expecting me home' A-ha, who would have thought it eh, a Straight boy on Recon, looking for his Master ? 'You won't be going home tonight. Call her NOW, and tell her, and tell her why. And put it on loudspeaker' He looked at me stunned, as though to say, 'please don't make me do that'. Then, resignation set in. He had no choice, unless he was happy to continue living a stupid pointless lie. His bag was still in the porch, and he got his phone. - Hey Kim, it's me - Hey sexy, where are you? You're a bit late. What time will you be home? - Erm, I'm not coming home tonight luv ... The thing is ... My porch was filled with an electrical silence for a good minute! - I'm ... I'm ... I'm Gay! *He Gulped* - It's OK. I've always kinda known. You got to be who you got to be. No point in pretending. Come home when you are ready, OK? I am here for you! He in his kneeling position collapsed to the floor, and started to sob uncontrollably. I ended the call for him. No point in keeping the poor cow holding on, listening to her boyfriend wail. Seems I had just done him a BIG favour. And tomorrow he'd be thanking his Master in the most appropriate manner. Taking my virulent charged up p☣️z cum deep inside his cunt! It was now time to promote him back to his earlier status, which he lost through his lifetime of lack of self awareness. So, back went on the fist mitts, collar, leash, knee pads, and blindfold. And off came my Gas Mask. 'C'mon, let's get you to your kennel, c'mon boy' I brought him to my spare room that I use as a play room, that boasts a mattress with a rubber sheet, a sling, and the Cage! I guided him into the Cage as he was blindfolded in unfamiliar surroundings. I locked the Cage. He continued to sob! 'There is a dog bowl of water with you boy, in-case you get thirsty' He looked emotionally fragile. Sometimes you have to knock a building down, and rebuild it from scratch! It was a sexy contrast against the fist mitts, blindfold, knee pads, collar, leash, clothes pegs that his gym trained body beautifully showed off. I left the play room, locking the door. And left the house, for my meal with my family.

Part 3; I remained kneeling in front of the pup, smoking my Cigar, in silence, watching him turn his head side to side, a natural sensory deprivation reflex. I could tell he wanted to say something, but, he had already learned only to speak when I spoke to him. I made him wait a little while longer. I then unlocked and removed the leg spreader. I barked ... 'GET UP on all 4's boy' 'Yes Sir' .... His usual voice now barely squeaking out two short words I took his leash, and walked him to the couch, positioning him side-ways. I sat down, threw my legs onto his back, crossing them, and switched on the news, puffing away on my Cigar. The Human Coffee table! After several minutes he meekly muttered ... 'Maybe you could wear a condom on this occasion Sir?' I started to flog his ASS with the leather paddle! 'Listen, cunt, I have never used a condom in my life, not even when I fucked women when I was younger. I have two fully grown ones who have more fucking manners for their old Dad then you've had hot dinners, and I am NOT about to start now'. He flinched every time the paddle thwacked his cute tight bubble ASS. After a few minutes of hard punishment, I went back to the news. Several minutes passed until he piped up again ... 'Maybe you could fuck me without a condom Sir, but pull out before you cum?' 'Are you a fucking idiot or something boy? I made a couple of women pregnant when I was in my late teens which has resulted in much joy in my life, have in later years knocked up plenty of sweet subs who knew who they were and didn't muck me about with this bullshit. For fuck sake. Grow a set' I took the paddle to him again. More flinching. Yet, with the flinching, was also an undeniable erection! Even the threat of imminent toxic danger was turning him on, even if he wasn't aware of what his subconscious was trying to tell him, I was! I'm not blind! The news ended and one of the weekly 1 hour dramas came on. I got up, and knelt behind him, spread his legs wide open, and in went my index finger which went to work locating his prostate. Yes, I found that little ridge of heaven and applied light pressure at first. I slowly built up the level by gradually increasing the pressure, and ultimately using both index and middle fingers! By the time the 1 hour drama had finished I was still working him and he had been screaming and panting for quite sometime, alongside pre cumming heavily. Luckily I had put a plate underneath him to catch it all! I brought the plate up to the level of his face, and pushed his head down, and again pushed hard on his lower back so his ASS arched. 'Eat your salty pre cum. you nasty cunt' He obeyed his Master's instructions! And once again due to his ASS being arched out his hairless cunt invited me in again for the taking. I threw off my Leather Boots and Chaps so I would have more flexibility, stood either side of his legs, crouched down, and without any spit this time I just shoved my unmedicated toxic as hell fuck weapon in his neg cunt! He gasped for a few seconds, then resumed lapping up his very own pre cum, like a good well behaved pup! ********** Despite this seemingly complete turn around in events, I would very shortly be ramping up the mind games several levels, and giving this stupid cunt another opportunity to leave of his own free will. Would I succeed as a Master in tapping into his inner innate sub self? 'You fucking nasty neg pig, allowing Sir's poz tool of death to invade and corrupt your cunt, and therefore, your soul' He whimpered subserviently. Part of his whimper was saying 'I shouldn't be doing this, I should go home', the other part was saying 'Infect me Master. Own me!'. His conflict was blatantly palpable!

So my experience... I know a small group of men who top all the time--except with me. I meet them first almost always at a breeding party. We share the current hole of the moment--and in a day or two I'll get a message saying that they would like to try my cock on for size. They seem to see it as a trophy that they need to see if they can take. Some of these tops only meet me once. A number use my dick to satisfy some inner itch a couple of times a year. For myself, in the late 70's when I first came out, most men seemed more versatile. I tried to to go down that road for the first year of having sex. Every time I was fucked, I hated it--even if I liked the "idea" of it. It hurt. And I bled. Even in a pre-hiv world, it helped me realize what I needed to do, which was to perfect how to fuck an ass. Having been on the receiving end, I do think it helped me accomplish that. And off topic...I love to fuck two truly versatile men in a threeway session. I can move from hole to hole and they can use each other for both sides of their preferred sexuality. I will also add a couple of those versatile men rim for hours--and have begged to fuck me. It isn't going to happen any time soon...

I'm Jon. Love travel and meeting new people. I'm open minded and love doing new things. Up to try anything at least once. Non judging, fun loving guy.

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

I searched for the guy who I wanted to poz me, I wanted to know who impregnated me with his toxic load. We kinda found each other by accident. He is a former twink porn star and now a high priced escort. He is hot, hung , uncut, and cums huge loads. We spent a weekend together and we had some awesome sex, enhanced unknowingly at first, agreed to let him use me as he pleased. I was tied up a chemed up and I took his loads and other body fluids in my body however he chose. I was tied up in the room and watched him breed cute twinks . He was so toxic that I got the fuck flu within a few weeks and I didn't even put 2and2 together since it was so soon. He kept in touch with me and said that he has no doubt I was pregnant with his HIV baby.... He was absolutely right, I tested positive less than a month and my viral load was ridiculously high. Found out when I was in the hospital for double pnuemonia and ended up with MRSA. I am lucky I didn't die. I am on meds and my cd4 is 1135. Undetectable. I still take poz loads

... forever

I have been on the receiving end of a gang bang a couple times while in an alcohol blackout and while drugged up. Although I cannot claim to be passed out I do not remember many of the fucks. However, from some of the tapes and clips I have watched I clearly was an active participant and was even begging to be fucked harder and by more cocks. Looking back on it, I just wish I remember many of those fuck sessions. Personally, I do not know why anyone would want to fuck someone who is passed out or unconscious, especially when there are so many consenting bottoms who are willing participants like myself who clamp down and milk the cum out of cocks with my ass muscles and who mount and ride hard any raw cock.

Fucking a guy who is passed out. I don't want to be a prude, but I think that is called rape.

Getting spit-roasted is amazing. I've only done it once but if I could get that kind of action everytime I would never get tired of it. Mind you, I got both their loads in my ass, so I guess I was cheated a little bit. But I don't mind missing out on the cum in my mouth if it's going in my ass. Also, cum tastes pretty amazing straight out of my ass. So licking the top clean or dipping a finger in after he's done is always an option. That's one of the best things about getting fucked raw, tasting his cummy cock after it comes out of my ass.

Part 4 My whore just lay there on the dirty matress barely moving after his brutal poz fuck. I sat there looking at him while I smoked a cig. "Roll over and show me your cunt!" I ordered. Cory immediately did as told, grabbing his ankles, spreading his legs apart, showing us his red, oozing, fuckhole. We just laughed at the slut. "He minds well." commented Andre. "Yea," I said, "he already knows there's no use in disobeying me." Standing up, I spit on his face, followed by the other two men. "You wanna sell him today man?" Asked Andre. I know a few guys who would pay for some nice teen pussy." "Hell yea I do! No since wasting time. But I wanna film it. They can wear masks, but I wanna get his whole birthday on film to sell. Any poz guys?" "Yea, a couple. How much you selling him for?" "Since he's fresh, even though his pussy is already sloppy, we'll go with $50, but they can be as brutal as they want." "Aight, I'll get the word out now, shouldn't take long." And it didn't. His first official john showed up within an hour. I made sure Cory got another big slam before I turned the guy loose on him. I had the camera set up to catch the action so I wouldn't be in the room to impede the festivities. We just handed the guy a ski mask and let him in the bedroom. We sat in the living room, smoking a fresh pipe. Soon we heard Cory getting beat, his screams making my own cock stir in my jeans. Not too long later the guy came out of the room, handed me $50 bucks and left. I could hear Cory sobbing into the matress. "That's some fucked up shit man." laughed Andre. "Yea I know, but it's hot." I replied. The scene repeated itself many times over the next few hours. The fourth guy used his belt to blister my whore's ass real good. We could hear every time the leather was laid into him, followed by a loud scream from my son. After each john left I would inspect my property to make sure he wasn't seriously injured. But other than welts and bruises, he was alright. By the end of the night, I had $700 bucks in my hand. I gave $300 to Andre, since he was basically acting as a pimp that day. So I figured $400 for sitting on my ass and smoking was pretty good. We went into the bedroom where Cory just lay face down on the matress. His body covered in the marks of his abuse. His ass had severe welts on it, as did other parts of his body. Bruises covered his arms and legs, his face a dark red from repeated slappings, and the beginning of a black eye. He looked like a real roughed up prison bitch. But we weren't finished with him yet. We stripped off our clothes, my cock rock hard looking down at my fucked up son. I laid down on the matress and grabbed Cory, pulling his body on top of mine. With no effort, I rammed my cock up his cunt, it was so loose and wet. He just moaned as I entered him. Andre moved in on top of his back, and lined his cock up to Cory's hole, and forced it in next to mine. Cory just threw his head back and squealed at this new intrusion on his already ripped and sore hole. Andre just powered in, burying himself to the hilt, then started power fucking my son. I just laid there and let him do the work. "You like that boy?" I spoke into Cory's ear. "Tell me son. Tell me you love it. Tell me you are Daddy's whore. Thank me for your birthday presents." "Thank you Daddy," Cory panted, his mind and body too fucked up to resist anything. "Thank you for my birthday. I love you Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." He just repeated that over and over. I knew I totally owned him. Andre must have fucked him for 20 minutes before he blasted another load in my son. As soon as he pulled out, Jamal took his place. Cory's hole offered no resistance, accepting the log right up his trashed out hole. Cory just moaned and begged to be fucked more. I grabbed his head and planted my lips on his neck, sucking as hard as I could. Soon I left a dark red mark, and moved to a new spot. I bit down, breaking the skin and tasted blood. This sent me over the edge and I started fucking his pussy hard with Jamal. Soon we were both dumping two more loads in my sons wrecked mancunt. 22. That's at least how many loads my whore took that day. Watching later what I had taped was so hot, watching anonymous men beat and fuck my son, I couldn't wait to get it edited and online for sale. I knew plenty of sick fucks would pay well for it.

Chapter 4: Going All The Way I fumbled with my belt. Oh god. I was out of control again. I unfastened my trousers and tossed them aside. With only a second of hesitation, my white shirt and underwear followed. I was naked in front of him. Only now did he remove his own jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear so his shlong hung partly erect. He turned me around to face the counter and stepped up behind me. “I have a condom in my jacket.” I said. "Never use them" he growled in my ear. His cock was pressed against my ass. "I'm negative" I said although I didn't move to try to stop him. "I'm not." He cock now sliding into my crack. "And you knew that yesterday.. Tell me it didn’t turn you on.” The tip of his big dick touched my rosebud and I moaned. I flexed my back to line him up with my hole. "Tell me you want it" I could feel my last chance to stop this was slipping away. But I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t stop. "Yes. I want it." I moaned. "Beg." He was right. I was - I am - just a slut to be used. I surrendered… my lust had won. I was going to cheat on my husband for the second time in two days and I didn't even know this guys name. ”Please fuck me. I need it so bad. I need you inside me.” His hand was on my back, pressing down and bending me over against the counter. He pushed against my hole but my body tightened up against his thick eight inches. My hands found the lube bottle and I reached back to apply more. He slapped my hands away. "I told you to be lubed up and ready. What you have there will have to do." It had been years since my ass had anything but my husbands prick in me and this was so much bigger. He was determined to get inside me, however, and I was determined as well. Finally, like my throat the day before, my manhole remembered how to take a dick and his head slipped inside. I grunted in pain, glad for the empty hallways around the bathroom. He was so thick and I could feel my assring stretched tight around him. It was like losing my virginity again. My dick had gone softer with the pain. He pushed again and an inch of his shaft followed the cockhead. He wasn't gentle. This was a fuck, not "making love". I was a hole to be used for his pleasure. And it was the most amazing sex I’d felt in years. Despite the pain, I pushed back into his thrusts, eager to feel him balls deep inside me. Another inch, then another…. half of his eight inch dick was inside me. He was hitting my prostate and I was swept away on waves of pleasure. He was merciless in his insistence on getting his dick in deep. He still had one hand on my back, keeping me bent over the counter, and another on my right hip to pull me back into his thrusts. “God your hole is so tight.” The deep rumble of his voice made my ass clench tight around him. All the skills that had lay dormant for so long we're coming back to me now as I relaxed a little to let him thrust deeper, then tightening as he pulled back. He was hitting part of me that my husband never did. I pushed thoughts of Thomas aside. It felt too good to be bothered with guilt right now. My dick, was getting hard again. This uncut cock was hitting that part of me that had been neglected for so long. Finally, after several more minutes of thrusting, I felt his stomach against my back and his balls resting against my ass. He was completely inside me. I clenched my hole tight around his shaft and was rewarded with a pleased moan escaping from him. He was slamming his dick into me now. And I was meeting every thrust. He had both hands on my hips to hold me in place. My ass was stretched and sore but I didn’t want the feelings to stop. I’m not sure how long we were there. It felt like forever and it felt like no time at all. Everything forgotten but the sensation of being truly fucked. We were both panting and the sound echoed in the room. “Here it comes, boy. I’m going to breed your ass.” “Yeah, give it to me! Give me your load… shoot that POZ load inside me.” I felt him tense up, his grip on my hips tighten, his dick swelling even more inside me. He slammed in deep one final time. He groaned as he reached his peak. His throbbing manhood shooting in my ass again and again. Damn this man could produce cum. Finally, his grip on my hips relaxed and I could hear him breathing heavily above me. He didn’t pull out. His dick was still hard and he began to slowly thrust again. He hit my prostate. Again. And again. I spasmed. My hole clenched tight. My own load shoot all over the edge of the counter. He slapped my ass hard and I felt him shoot again inside me. His dick was so thick I could feel every pulse and every wave. It took him a minute to catch his breath and he slowly pulled out of my ass. His cream - his HIV infected cream - was dripping and running down my leg. I’m not kidding… this guy produced enough cum for two or three men. He slapped my ass again with a chuckle and easily slid his finger into my hole. “Not so tight anymore.” I was barely aware when he pulled me off the countered, pushed me to my knees, and stuck his dick in my mouth. “Clean me up.” I obediently sucked and licked his dick. I could taste my own ass juices as my tongue caressed his shaft, as it slid under his foreskin. I licked the cum from his pubes and thighs, savouring each tasty drop. When he was finally content, he pushed me roughly away. As he pulled his pants back on and tucked his soft dick back into his jeans, I turned to the counter and licked up my own spooge. He laughed behind me but I didn’t care. I was in heaven, absolute heaven. He slipped on his shirt and opened the door to leave. I looked up and called after him, my voice pleading. “Same time on Monday?” “And what about your husband?” The mockery, even contempt, in his voice was palpable. “I thought “I don’t… uh…” I stammered. “I mean… no one has ever made me feel that good.” He shrugged. “You don’t understand, do you? I’ve had you…. I’m done with you now. On to something new.” “Please… I need to feel you in me again.” You ‘married’ men are all the same. You pretend to be so devoted but bend over for dick the first chance you get.” His smile was malicious. “I’ll tell you what. Be here every day next week, same time, and I’ll make sure you get some dick.” He gestured at the middle stall. “Be in there. Anyone that comes in here was sent by me. You will suck them, you will let them fuck you… whatever they want.” He waited until I nodded acceptance. “If everyone I send is pleased, I will fuck you again.” The door closed behind him leaving me alone, still naked, still on my knees in the men’s room. We both knew that I would be here and do whatever I had to.

When I go to East Side or West Side Club I am known to walk out with at least 15 to 20 loads in my ass in 4 hours, 25 in six hours. They should just put a revolving door at my room.

Damn, that's hot! The most I've taken is 5 in one night from three men. I can't imagine getting 10... I think my head would explode with pleasure!