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I was at a party last Saturday night. It was a fuck party with about 40 guys. There was one really hot young guy around 20 Swimmers built with a huge dick. Any way I played and sucked and was fucked by a number of guys. When it was time to go the host asked if I wanted to crash there for the night I said sure and found a bedroom to crash in . I fell asleep and next I looked it was about 6 am. It was then I felt someone playing with my ass. It was the hot guy with the swimmers build. He said he liked to get off early in the am and would I mind. Hell no. He played with hole for a while and then I saw him lubing up. He asked if he could fuck me. I said sure He also said he did not like rubbers so would I take it bare I said sure and in one motion he shoved he huge dick deep in my hole.He fucked me for a while and I could hear him breathing harder He said he close and did I want him to pull out to cum I grabbed his hips to pull him deeper and then he have out a groan. I felt his cum flooding me. He stayed in until he went soft. He pulled out and said thanks I felt the sheet under me and it was full of his cum. Hope he comes to the next party

I've got a friend who was pretty tame in his sex life when I met him. Then his boyfriend pozzed him by accident - neither of them knew he had it. Now this friend is a major whore, and I observed him get pounded by at least 12 guys in one night.

Visiting neg vers to Body Zone Bath house detroit this Saturday Dec 1... was hoping to get a little poz cum

This Pm. Got tagged by my friends H, T, and M. H&T are muscle daddy tops who I've known for years; M is a 30something yo Dominican with a thick d and a juicy dad bod. They all took turns on me and im laying in my bed with 4 loads Gotta go... my fav btm just arrived. I'm going to pound him out. He's sucking me off now as I type

Part 7 I was just laying there in a complete daze, wondering what the hell was going on and too drunk to care. I was barely aware that this new guy who had come in had taken off his clothes. Then he had climbed on the bed and was taking my clothes off of me. My arms and legs just were too heavy to lift up and try to stop him. I know I had to have had a silly grin on my face. I was soon naked and the guy was between my legs and lifting them up over his shoulders. Then I finally managed to look down and my drunk mind told me that looked like a snake coming between my legs towards my ass. I just knew that couldn't be and started to laugh just as it came into contact with my hole. I was so fucked up, I thought, that stupid snake must be thinking it has found its burrow. Then, the head of it entered my well used and cum filled hole. I gasped at the huge size of that going in me and was getting ready to scream when the guy lowered his head down to mine and planted a kiss on me, stifling the sound. Then he just shoved the whole thing into me in one thrust. I could not even get a breath as that monster tore into me. It had to be ripping my ass apart and I couldn't even get enough air to scream, just my mouth flopping open and then his tongue was deep inside me too and I couldn't make a sound if I could have. He held still for just a few seconds and then started to pull out but only until the head was still inside me and then another slam back in. I raised my ass straight up in the air and almost threw him off, but he held on and was balls deep in me again. Then the onslaught began in earnest. He pummeled my hole mercilessly. I could only moan and gasp around his tongue in my mouth and then the sensation of my prostate being rubbed hard hit me and the pain was intermingled with intense pleasure. My eyes were watering from the pain but my ass was finally loving the attention and I felt my cock spring up to full hardness. He was tearing into me harder and faster and then he leaned up a little breaking off our kiss and looking me in the eyes, told me he was not going to last long as my tight hole was too much for him. I just nodded, not able to speak or hardly breathe yet. He rammed me hard for another good 5 minutes and then clamped his lips to mine again for a lingering tongue entwining kiss. Then he leaned back again and said, "Here comes my cum, man, get ready as it is going to be a lot and very highly toxic as I have never been on meds." I looked at him questioningly as he said that. His face changed then and he asked, "You have no idea what we are talking about, do you?" I shook my head as best as I could, whispering, "Not a clue what you mean." He got a really funny look on his face and said, "OMG, it is too late now, I'm coming in you and it is toxic because I have AIDS, man." I felt him shaking and I was so stunned I could not move and then my own cock erupted cum all over us both. The drunkenness almost disappeared as I realized what had happened and all I could do was whisper to him, "How the hell did that happen?" He just stared at me in disbelief. He then said, "I thought you knew, OMG, I am so sorry, but damn, that was the most intense climax I ever had." I could only nod as I think it had been mine also. Now what the hell do I do. This guy told me that every guy that had fucked me had HIV and as far as he knew none were on meds right now. They were all highly toxic and I was filled full of their cum but good. I just laid there in a daze, not really, I suppose, even realizing what had actually happened nor what to do. Then, the guy moved against me and I could tell he was hard again. He looked me in the eyes, again and asked, "Well, what do you think? You already probably have 6 or so loads of cum in your hole now. Want another one? I am ready and I think it is hotter than hell what has happened." I had no idea what to say, I only nodded not knowing why. Then he was moving over me and his mouth came down on mine as he raised my legs up and his cock slithered in my sloppy hole. His huge cock still hurt some but when it hit my prostate, I moaned out loud and told him, "Do me, I don't know why, but fuck me hard." He did just that.

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

After a few years into my relationship, i started looking on gay websites (good old gaydar). I got a huge rush from doing what I wasn't supposed to be doing. No harm done though, after all, looking is not cheating. I did feel guilty to start with, but it slowly were off and I found myself doing it more frequently. Chatting to guys was a huge turn on, arranging to meet was very exciting. Most guys were quite happy arranging that vague meeting...later...that neither of us would ever check back with each other and so it would never happen. But eventually, I would come across genuine guys that were up for it for real. I always felt guilty having to make an excuse as I did not really have the courage to meet. Sometimes, I told the truth, specially if the guy was really nice. Other times, it was easier to ghost (Yes I have done that), or find some silly excuse. Over time, I started to need more than just chatting. The thrill was in arranging a meeting. I m not proud of this, but I arranged three meetings I didn't turn up to, I just watched the guy from a safe distance (terrible, I know). Things started to change after an occasional encounter. I went on holiday with my partner to Sitges. We were both sunbathing on the gay part of the beach (not the nudist beach). I was 28 back then, my partner was 32. We had been together for 5 years. Sex was starting to slow down between us. I spotted this guy lying a few meters from us. He was reading a book written in French on the cover. He was in his upper forties. Light brown hair. He had a good body, not muscly, but lightly defined. I guess he caught me looking, he smiled. I smiled too. My smile encouraged him to put his hand on his cock. He was wearing read swimming shorts. They were short and not very tight. I kept on smiling, and licking my lips at that stage. He run his fingers across his now hard cock to show me he was hard. My partner was lying next to me, facing the other way. The guy motioned trying to ask if he could come and lie next to me. I signalled No!! With my fingers. I also pointed to the guy next to me and to the ring on my finger. He laughed and put his tongue out. He pointed to his ringless finger. And pulled faces suggesting I was naughty. He then took his hand to the inside of his legs and let his hard cock peek through the side. He used his book to make sure the show was just for me. His cock was nice, about 7 inches and uncut. I was hard and dripping pre cum in my Speedos. I felt as if my body was on fire. I was literally burning in desire, lust. He started to signal that we should go somewhere. It was my first time in sitges and I had no clue of where to go. I was also scared he didn't understand my situation and would give it away. My partner turned to me to sunbathe another side. He covered his cock and looked cool. We could no longer flirt or try to communicate with that set up. He moved, so he would escape my partner line of sight. I switched sides with my partner to be able to see him. He signalled that he was going to walk and I should follow. I was so horny by then, I said ok. He stood up and started walking towards the restaurant at the beach front. I said to my partner that I needed the toilet and would be back in a bit. I followed him to the restaurant, when we were away from my partner's line of sight he came to talk to me. I panicked and didn't talk, just asked him to follow me. I rushed towards the men's toilet but before getting there I saw the disabled toilet and went in. He followed me there and locked the door. My heart was racing, I was so worried my partner would find out. I said a weird hello, he said something in French and reached for my cock. I reached for his and he pulled his shorts and my Speedos down. His cock felt hard and hot in my hand. I said I didn't have much time. He said 'taste' and pointed to his cock. I went for it... it tasted salty but nice. He got me up, I said I needed to go. Even tho I was so horny, I was truly scared. It was irrational, but I was worried my partner would be outside the bathroom door (He was not). He turned me to the wall and got close behind me. I knew where this was going but I was sure it would not, it could not happen. There was no time. Yet, I didn't try to get out of his way. I bent forward and pulled my cheeks apart with my hands (profile pic is me by the way). My saliva got his cock to slip through my cheeks getting his cock head close to my ass. His foreskin rolled back allowing him to go further. When his cock head pushed up against my ass lips I let go of my cheeks and started wanking. It felt great, but I came very quickly then froze and I tightened my ass lips denying him entry. He was trying hard... but so was I. This game only lasted about a minute, but I can safely say I truly enjoyed every second of it. I think I only managed to hold him off because he had no lube and my ten seconds suck didn't get him wet enough. After he reached my ass lips, we were pretty much dry humping. That was, until he came, right in between my ass cheeks... right up against my ass lips. I honestly cannot get over the feeling. This experience has deeply influenced my sex life. I thought we were done when he started to sound like he was going to cum. It was nice having his hard cock teasing my ass, trying to get in. I was ready to go. He was pushing really hard up against my ass when I felt the first squirt - It was warm. He pulled back slightly and squirted again. That felt slimey pulling back, the warm squirt felt good. He pushed his cock against my ass. How easy his cock slid between my cheeks caught me off guard. It took a lot of clenching to keep him out, I felt I had to defend his slippery assaults. I mostly did! In no time his cum was running down my legs. I quickly dried my legs. I asked him to hide behind the door and I left. He left the toilet a few minutes later. I led next to my partner. He led a few metres away from us. That was the first time I went further than chatting. I am thinking of posting other adventures. Let me know what you guys think... also feel free to share your own cheating experiences.

OMG What Did I Do? chapter 23 How it Started Part 13 How the Hell Did That Happen Part 8 New Owner Part 49 Coming soon to a page near you. LMBO plus am reviewing my story The Hitcher to see about getting new chapters going there also.

I converted to POZ less than a month ago and one of the agreements I had with my Breeder was that I would fuck my newly charged nut into a neg boy of His choosing. I never topped in my life but by being made to breed that neg hole, something went off in my head, maybe it was the bug effecting my brain, that I have a duty to help other guys fulfill their gay destiny and become POZ. I even found a will barboy to swap fucks with and he's been taking my newly POZ seed for a couple weeks now and I've been taking his neg but converting loads. Another member on here helped me to realize how special and powerful my new loads are and it's my duty and obligation to gift my POZ seed to other guys to keep the bug brotherhood growing and to keep getting new strains fucked into my POZ hole to make my nut even stronger and more toxic. So yea, becoming POZ does make me more sex crazy to keep taking POZ loads and to spread mine. POZ seed really is a gift!

This was my first cock in over a year. It was also my first bare cock, and oh, it was also my first creampie. It was an army guy with an eight and a half inch cock. I had been talking to him for a while but we couldn't match our schedules. In addition he repeatedly said he just wanted a blow job, whereas I continually pestered him to take my bareback virginity, enticing him by describing my smooth hole, and suggesting if he wanted I was prepared to dress a girl, and even had a wig at m disposal. Finally our schedules coincided, and we were both free. Again he asked to see my boypussy, so I sent him pics, at the same time providing my address. He immediately drove over. I never had more than 7" before so I told him we can try to make it fit. I had given him the building code so when I heard a soft knock on my door I knew it was him. Opening the door, I admitted him, gesturing to the bedroom where he unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants and presented himself. Words were superflous. Dropping to my knees I sucked him at a steady pace. Because of the tapered shape of his seriously thick shaft it actually fit okay in my mouth although I have no deepthroat abilities. A few times he pushed me down or I pushed myself down to the base until I was gagging as much as I could, but for the most part wasn't forceful. He didn't need to be. It was the obvious order, man and sissy. So after a while he asked "all cleaned out?" but I honestly didn't understand what he was asking, although eventually I got the gist of his question. Instructing me to lay on the bed, I slipped my panties off leaving just garters and stockings so he could lift my dress up and enter my ass. I spread my legs wide and held onto the pillow and he didn't hesitate at all. Squirted some astroglide and fingered it into my hole and pushed in. He was huge which I could feel but it was obviously smoother than with a condom. It was still painful because of his size and he wasn't wasting any time raping my hole or letting me get used to it although I'd stretched out a little before but with a dildo that his cock dwarfed. I asked him to go slower but after a little bit my muscles relaxed and gave out and he could open me up more. He seemed really eager and was just using my hole, not really humping me or handcuffing me or anything. After using my ass for a few minutes he remarked "I'm gonna cum soon." Upon hearing as much I was somewhat releaved, and the pain of his cock subsided, almost as if my body could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Oddly I think I even felt a bit sad the fuck was coming to an end. Much effort had gone into making this occasion happen. I asked "Are you cumming in me?" He affirmed and let out a groan as he flooded my ass for the first time. I couldn't feel it physically but I felt so happy my hole could please this man's elephant cock and loaded balls. Afterwards he just wiped me and himself down and put his pants on. Now that I think of it he never took his shirt off, and went to his car leaving me on the bed, his load dripping out of my ass.

I know I havent updated much this week but right now I am on the set of the Pig Week porn shoot watching Milan Gemani fuck Joe Galt (there is a beautiful third guy also whose name I dont know). I figured that was worth a check in. Also worth mentioning, I got to do my scene with the other amateur guys.

This morning in Las Vegas construction site. Near my condo, a new set of condo buildings are being built. Over the past couple of weeks I have been cruising 3 Mexican laborers. They have watched me and talked about me as i watch them. I would stroke my ass thru my shorts or rub my crotch. They usually jabber to each other quietly as they continue to work. This morning I was out of bed at 5am and showered and douched thinking i would go to the ABS and then noticed that the 3 Mexican workers were already outside of the new condo construction . Very early and no other workers around. I put on some very loose clothes and opened my garage door and wandered out past the construction. All 3 of them got out of their truck snd ducked into the construction building. One was clearly visible and when i got close, motioned for me to come inside. Once inside, 2 of the 3 had their cocks out and stroking. Uncut. Hairy and hard. THEY were all over me. In broken English 1 asked me if my pussy was nice. I dropped my sweatpants and exposed my pussy to them. I got 3 loads of Mexican babies inside my pussy. As i left the building the oldest one said to me he needs pussy everyday to make him work better. Looking forward to tomorrow morning!

Two days later, an hour after another cleaning out with Samuel and Jamail, the Gray Man came to Ben in his spartan room. He gestured for Ben to remain on his narrow bed. Ben wondered, with apprehension, what the demand would be this time - the shelf set into the wall next to the bed already held an array of phallic object of increasing size that had been used to penetrate his anus unannounced at random times of the day and night, sometimes without lubrication. Yet these had always been brought by the Gray Man's servants, never by the man himself. "Hello, Benjamin," said the Gray Man. "You're looking well today. John tells me that you produced nearly 30 milliliters of semen during the milking exercise yesterday. That is very good, although I believe you can do better." Ben shuddered slightly. The "exercise" had been excruciating - John had bound him to a web of ropes on a basement wall and masturbated him continuously without respite through five orgasms. Ben had thought he would lose his mind when John paid no heed to his pleas that his cock was too sensitive after cumming. The Gray Man reached out and ran his hands over the tissue-like fabric of Ben's shorts and shirt, brushing across his cock underneath and finding it hard. Ben had found that his cock had been hardening unbidden lately whenever one of the other men approached; he did not understand why. Feeling it, the Gray Man grabbed hold of the fabric with both hands and ripped it, exposing him. He did the same with Ben's shirt, revealing taut nipples. "Promising," the Grey Man said. "I think you will benefit from today's activity, which will be a tutorial on focus." He clapped twice, and Samuel and Jamail appeared through the doorway. The Gray Man nodded to them, and walked out, leaving them to raise Ben up, strip away the remnants of his clothing, and lead him to a new room on the second floor. This room contained nothing except two objects at the very center. The first was a stool. The stool had a round seat with a round hole in its center and metal rings halfway up the legs. The second object was a metal bar suspended from the ceiling above the stool. Dim red light illuminated the area, making Ben think of heat, of flesh, of blood, of carnality. Jamail seized his arm with one hand and expertly inserted a lubed finger into Ben's anus, slicking up the hole. Samuel took each of Ben's wrists and ankles and snapped on a set of leather cuffs with metal rings. They then led Ben to the stool and had him sit on it. Once seated, they lifted his ankles to the rings on the stool legs and linked the rings with the rings on his cuffs so that his feet could not touch the ground. Then they lifted his arms to grab hold of the bar above his head, and attached his wrist cuffs to the bar so he could not lower them. Then they disappeared behind him where he could not see, and began working on something related to the stool. After a time, Samuel and Jamail left the room, and everything went quiet. Within a few minutes, Ben noticed something lowering itself from the ceiling in front of him, spider like, in front of his eyes, where it stopped and hung, slowly turning. A golden coin. "You are to focus, Benjamin," said the voice of the Gray Man from some speaker, "on the golden coin before you. Let your eyes discover its every detail. Let your mind embrace it, become it. Let the golden coin become a surrogate for your body, suspended freely in space. Let nothing distract you. No matter what you may hear, or sense, or feel, remind yourself, 'I am the golden coin'. Focus." Something clicked and began to whir, like a motor, at the base of the stool. "Focus," said the voice. "Watch the coin. Do not lose focus for any reason." Ben focused on the golden coin. It seemed to grow larger, to begin to fill his field of vision, to pulse with flashes of light. Something touched his anus. "Focus." Something smooth, round, and... thick had begun pushing upward through the hole in the stool, attempting to penetrate him. Ben tensed his legs to raised up slightly. "Nothing is happening. You are the coin. Say it aloud - 'I am the golden coin'". "I am the golden coin," repeated Ben. The thick object kept rising. Ben pulled himself upward a little using his arms by the hanging bar. The whirring underneath the stool grew more intense. "Watch the golden coin, Benjamin. Watch its every move. It is the only thing that matters at all. Focus on it. Drive from your mind any distraction. Remember that you are a golden coin, turning and shining in the air." Ben could raise himself no farther, and the thick object pushed past his ring, given easy entry by Jamail's lubricant. "FOCUS! Focus on the golden coin!" Ben tried to ignore the feeling of being invaded, the burn developing in his straining arms and legs, the stretch of his anal ring, and pay attention to the details of the golden coin. It had a raised edge around its circumference on both sides, and some lettering on... The thick object crept inexorably into his body. He felt his arms begin to weaken. Gravity would soon force him down onto this invading spike against his will. "DO NOT LOSE FOCUS. You are the golden coin." "I am the golden coin. I am the golden coin. I am the... o-hhhhhhhhh...." Ben groaned as the object passed his second sphincter. His arms and legs shook from the strain of trying to keep himself lifted off the stool - he realized they would give out in seconds. In his mind he could see his body sink down onto the penetrator in utter defeat. "FOCUS YOUR MIND. FOCUS ON THE GOLDEN COIN." Ben's arms went slack, his legs could no longer hold him up, and as he sank downward, he felt each millimeter of invasion as the flexible phallic spike climbed inside him, claimed him, owned him. He flung his head back and moaned loudly. Then he felt an uncontrollable pulsing deep in his groin as his prostate succumbed to the pressure and stimulation, and his entire body clenched around that new foreign core and semen poured out of his cock into pool on the floor. In the white haze of his climax, all he could see was the golden coin, turning slowly before him, and he imagined himself as that coin, spinning in the air. He came down from his orgasm to the feeling of the motor reversing, pulling the long dildo out of his ass. Samuel and Jamail had reentered the room and began unlinking him from the stool. Samuel said, "Looked like you lost focus there for a while." He gave a knowing smile. "Don't worry. You'll get to try again."

A fantasy of mine finally became reality when I took my first double dicking! Both guys were 8 plus, and took turns being the "thruster." My ass was sore as hell, but the feeling of their seed deep in my ass made it better. Tried to attach photos, but all were too big unfortunately.

I don't know why I have never posted in this thread before. It's possible the term "star" in the thread title turned me away because I am the furthest thing from a porn *star*. Still, I see a couple of guys have posted who have been in just one or two scenes which describes me perfectly. I did one scene for Natural Born Breeders (it's terrible---I would ask you not to look it up but I know you will anyway) and I am in the Pig Week 2017 video. Rumor has it I am going to be in another video filming at the end of November so that would make for three scenes total. Here's a screenshot from the Pig Week video with me in the middle in the yellow and black singlet:

Hey, pigs -- I'm working on the next part of the story. In the meantime, I figured you might appreciate this little series of photos I shot last night...

One man’s blessing is another man’s curse and for me I’ve got more than my share – an extra long dick (just over 10 inches), an extra wide dick (just shy of 8 inches round), and I shoot cum like a farm animal (up to ¼ of a cup a time). Truly. The dick? Well that’s thanks to my father for sure who was even bigger than me and the cum? Well I don’t know, could be him too, but the doctors call it Hyperspermia - a condition in which a man can ejaculate a massive volume of semen and and extra bonus is it comes with a high sex drive - thus my continuous frustration. Sex for me has almost always been a series of one frustrated encounters after another. Fucking size queens hit me all the time bragging how they can take me, how they love big dick, how they want my cum – that is until I split their hole open with just the few inches and then they fucking tap out and run. I’ve never worn condoms; my hyperspermia makes that impossible as the amount of precum I produce makes my dick so wet and slick they won’t stay on. That’s how I got AIDs – splitting bottoms open. I learned quickly a little blood was a given, a lot was expected and for me, doesn’t bother me in the least. For the bottom? Yeah they freak and make me stop. So to get by and try to relieve my constant need to nutt, I’ve sold condoms online full of my cum, made some pay-to-play solo porn flicks of me shooting, escorted trying to give facials or creampies, sold batches of my load to a fertility clinic, and I even created a Tumblr account talking about my curses and thinking I’d document those bottoms I found who could take me and wanted my POZ load. None of that really helped or panned out in the end. Just wasn’t the same. Have I fucked and bred a guy totally before. Yeah, of course, but few and far between and so I mostly have to be satisfied with a little oral, a little ass around the tip of my dick, then finishing off when I am home and alone. I want more, I need more, I need to breed and infect some ass and fill a bottom’s guts full of my cum – why else would God have given me what he did? I had frankly about given up until one day when I received an email: “Good afternoon. I am Dr. Mike. My practice has recently begun a new treatment regimen for some of my patients that I believe you are perfect for. I have many years of developing specialized, treatment regimens for my patients and would like to invite you to come to my office on Monday at 3:00 p.m. for a consultation. There is no fee for the visit or treatment regimen. Please refrain from all sexual activity for at least 48-hours prior to the visit so I can fully assess the volume of your semen output and your ability to ejaculate more than once for comparison purposes.” OK, I wasn’t exactly sure how this Dr. Mike thought he could help me since no one else had ever been able to. I tried to find what I could online about Dr. Mike and there was the standard fare, but his medical specialties did include treatment of HIV, AIDs, and other infectious diseases. What was surprising was how little there was about him. Most doctors these days have social media and site after site. Not this Dr. Mike. He was almost like a ghost – almost – but in digging through some chat rooms on the dark web I did come across a series of stories that mentioned Dr. Mike doing some pretty twisted, fucked up shit that made my dick drool and bounce and I quickly emailed him back to confirm I would be there. Dr. Mike’s office was located in Northeast Washington, DC, in an older brick building. I got to the office and rang the bell as the office was closed for the day. I waited a few minutes and then heard the locks turn, the door opened, and I was met by a man in white coat. Dr. Mike was in his mid 40s I guess, about 5”11, 180, and fairly clean cut looking and I thought handsome. He shook my hand, asked me to step inside, and locked the door. I then followed him through another door and down a hall and his office was like the rest of the building, older and somewhat run down looking. Near the end of the hall he stopped and motioned me to enter an exam room that was somewhat bare except for an odd table contraption bolted to the middle of the floor that was occupied by an apple assed guy. The guy was kneeling on a small bench part of the exam table on a pillow, with his chest on the table, his arms forward and his head resting on its side. A leather hood was strapped to his head, hiding his features and all that could be seen were closed eyes, his nostrils, and mouth that was slightly agape, relaxed. Leather straps wound around his calves, thighs, and he looked like a big Z splayed out. The next thing I noticed were several Polaroid Cube cameras attached to the metal table and on several small tripods all pointed to the guy’s ass from various angles. Yet, that was not the strangest part. I hesitated as I looked at the IV pole that was at the end of the odd table next to a set of monitors being watched by another man in a white coat who wore a medical mask that was inflating and deflating against his face as he breathed in and out. The other man was speaking softly to the guy on the table, “Time to dream little man.” I turned to the squeak of a metal stool being rolled away from a small table as Dr. Mike pointed to a chair by the door and said, “Please disrobe and sit in the chair here please.” I looked from him, to the other man, to the bottom. I was confused about what was going on but the sight of the that naked body looking like a sacrifice on an altar stirred my deep, dark desires and needs. I sat down in the chair, my naked ass sticking to the leather seat as Dr. Mike rolled himself close and flipped open a manila folder. “Normally I would want to do a full set of labs myself and an exam, but I received a copy of your medical file from your previous doctor and well – both your HIV and hyperspermia are well documented so I figured we should dispense with such pleasantries and get right to it.” My dick started to lengthen. Dr. Mike motioned to guy on the table, “Most gay men wait too long to get tested for rectal cancer. It is best to start young and technology now allows us to test in the office with High Resolution Anoscopy, but it does require anesthesia – a special cocktail of Fentanyl, Ketamine, Propofol, and a few other medications.” What the fuck? I knew what those drugs were, well at least I had heard of them and I looked again at the man in the white coat and the guy on the table. Fuck! They had drugged him and knocked him out! Dr. Mike set the open folder partially on my right leg, my dick now hardening more and stretching down my left. He started to ask me a series of questions and I hesitated and looked at the other man. Dr. Mike followed my gaze, shifted his stool to block my view, set his hand on my thigh in a reassuring manner and said, “Do not mind Dr. Collins,” and with that continued his questions and making the appropriate notes in his folder. “Are you currently off all meds?” I lied and said, “No.” Dr. Mike paused; frowned a little, set his pen in the crease of the folder and with his right hand reached out and grabbed the shaft of my now hard dick. “I need you to be totally honest with me if you please,” he said, “Unlike other doctors you may have seen in the past I need the unvarnished truth and not an answer that you think should be given or that you erroneously believe I may wish to hear. Understand?” I nodded and he asked again, “Are you currently off all meds?” This time I answered honestly and said, “Yes and no. I take them sometimes because…well I had read that if you do that then you can become resistant, and I just wanted to…I...” Dr. Mike smiled, made a note in his file, set his pen back in the folder and reached out again and this time slowly stroked my dick a couple times as he said, “Thank you for being honest. Yes, you can build a resistance and I will draw some blood so we can order a genotype test to confirm exactly which meds you are resistant too and then plan accordingly.” I moaned as his touch made me lose focus, but I blurted, “Yeah but I don’t want to take… or be…I…” Dr. Mike smiled, leaned in a little, stroked my dick a little faster and said, “Oh you misunderstand. Our goal is to INCREASE your resistance and viral count. That is what you want isn’t it?” What the fucking kind of doctor was he? My dick answered for me as it started to drool. The questions from Dr. Mike continued, “Do you use any recreational drugs? Willing to do others? Known STDs besides AIDs? Do you have receptive anal intercourse? Penetrated a bottom fully against his will? I imagine it is difficult given your size. Let me see – yes – I expect only a bottom with years of fisting could naturally take you.” Dr. Mike’s stroking skills were superior, that’s for sure yet somehow I don’t think he learned that in medical school. Dr. Mike continued with his list of questions and it was increasingly difficult to focus. Apparently satisfied, he closed the folder, rolled back over to the small table, grabbed an iPad, flipped opened the cover and showed me a video that had been paused. “This is Lucas,” Dr. Mike said as he tapped the video and it started to play. There was a yellow sticky note on the screen covering the person’s head, but from the wisps of hair that showed and the clothed body whose size seemed to match the guy on the table, appeared to be a shy twink of a guy - young but legal. Lucas had recorded a message verbally affirming he was legal, and his willing to submit to all ‘treatments and procedures’ as prescribed by Dr. Mike and Dr. Collins on that date, among the other stand release and approval statements. The video finished and Dr. Mike said, “I can assure you that the person in the video is the same as the one currently being monitored by Dr. Collins. Patient confidentiality requires that his face be covered even though you are now part of his treatment team. You understand? This is totally anonymous. You will never know his identity, nor he yours.” At the word ‘anonymous’ my dick spasmed and a long line of nutt drool proceeded down my thigh. Dr. Mike smiled in a way that held no warmth or humor. He then tapped the iPad screen a couple times, swiped, and I could hear sound as another video started. Dr., Mike adjusted the sticky note then turned the iPad around so I could see. In this one, the guy was naked, his arms out wide as he did slow turns that showed his hot ass and tiny twink dick. He paused facing the camera and began to speak in the same voice as the first video. The twink stated his first name, stats, and this time the message release statement was not the kind found on any standard form: “My name is Lucas Si…just Lucas. I am of sound mine and judgment and confirm that I have asked for a no limits fuck today. I am aware I may be unconscious and unable to provide further consent, but I DO consent. Totally. I want this. I want to get rape fucked by some big dick and be a total cum dump. Have totally been fantasizing about it for like forever and… well…so today it may happen – I mean will happen. No one is forcing me to do this. I am volunteering and WANT it. I also want it raw, no condoms at all, and understand the guy or guys who may fuck me might HIV+ or whatever. I don’t care. That shit don’t matter to me whatever they got. It’s all good. I’m on PREP so it’s all good. I just…hell! Is that good? Can we get this shit started? I’m horny as shit and need some dick!” Dr. Mike smiled that dark smile again and said, “As you can see. All legal bases are covered no mattered what may come. I am quite proficient in working within the boundaries set by my profession as well as expanding those boundaries as needed. One final note. What would you say – hypothetically of course –if there was an individual such as say someone like this young man you just saw on the video who in their mind can only imagine something like a big hit of G? Imagine how they would feel after the fact becoming aware of the full extent of the ‘party hole’ they went down. Also – hypothetically – wouldn’t it be a shame if the same young man BELIEVED they were on PREP when actuality they were on a placebo combo as part of a blind drug trial they had previously consented to? Especially one in which the results had shown rampant degradation of their immune systems due to other factors prescribed as part of their treatment regimen?” Damn! This was one fucked up doctor and with every word my dick pulsed and continued to stream more precum. I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say or what to do, but my dick did as Dr. Mike reached out, wrapped his warm hand around my pulsing shaft, and expertly stroked it. “I know you have tried to find bottoms that would allow you to POZ them, that would allow you to flood them with your fountain of death,” he said with a calm voice full of confidence in every statement. “I know you have no qualms making a bottom bleed. I know you always hold back when you have intercourse – physically in the act as well as in your ejaculation. That is unhealthy and as your physician, I must provide a treatment regiment that will ensure your full well-being.” I leaned back in the chair and moaned in pleasure as Dr. Mike’s fingers deftly worked my dick as he continued, “You have been given a gift – many gifts – and those gifts need to be shared – and so I offer the first of but many cum dumps for you to use, to mark, to infect, to enjoy in ways you never imagined possible.” I groaned again and licked my lips as my breathing got faster and my heart started to race. Dr. Mike suddenly released his grip on my dick, rolled his stool to the side, grabbed another clipboard, held out a pen with a disarming smile, but an evil glint in his eyes and said, “These are the consent forms for your treatment. Sign and date here – initial here – there.” He flipped the page, “This page affirms that there is no monetary payment due, however there is a co-pay of no consequence that we will address later.” I couldn’t put pen to paper fast enough and once the forms were signed, Dr. Mike rolled his stool back, set the clipboard down, stood up, gestured towards the waiting ass with his left hand and said, “My patient is waiting,” before he calmly walked over and stood by the tied up bottom. Nervously I stood up and followed: my raging dick leading the way and dripping my toxic cum in long drools with every step. Just inches from the unconscious bottom I realized how my dick was perfectly aligned with his waiting hole as if…as if Dr. Mike knew my exact height and other measurements and had planned accordingly. But how? Dr. Mike just smiled and nodded as I tentatively stepped closer, my flesh pressing against the bottom’s. I turned to Dr. Mike who said nothing, but just nodded. I gently reached out and inserted my right index finger between the waiting mounds of twink flesh. His ass crack was totally hairless, as was the rest of his body – whether natural or manicured – it did not matter, it was sexy as fuck! I slid my finger against his puckered ass ring and with but the slightest effort of pressure it slowly opened and sucked my finger in to the hilt. No resistance, no squirming, no fighting. The bottom suddenly let out a low, guttural moan and I yanked my finger back in surprise and shock. Dr. Mike just chuckled and with his hands still clasped in front of him like he was monitoring a science experiment of no regard, he turned to Dr. Collins and ordered, “A little more if you please.” Dr. Collins flooded the IV input with a wave of milky white slumber. Dr. Mike turned and looked at me expectantly. I had never really fucked in front of an audience and the whole situation was beyond fucking strange. Dr. Mike held out his hands, palms up in an apologetic gesture and said, “Given the current treatment, at least this time, I must be here to attend my patients – you and him. In the future – if you decide to continue under my care – I expect that will not be necessary and only Dr. Collins will need to monitor such aspects of your visits. However, my plan for treatment is that – based on your performance – hypothetically of course, that a first treatment may be such as we have today with the patient totally unaware and unconscious. Next time, maybe it will be a lighter sleep. The time after, maybe semi-conscious, but still restrained. The time after that? Who knows? You may find that having your way with someone completely restrained yet fully conscious is more to your – shall we say medical needs?” There was that fucking dark smile again. Dr. Mike was an evil, twisted, son of a bitch and part of me wanted to be just like him! I needed to fuck. I needed to breed that ass and knowing he was knocked out, anonymous, NEG, and that I might infect him sent me to the fucking moon! I stepped closer, lining my dick head with Lucas’ asshole. No, no names – this was just some cum dump – some dirty bottom willing to take any raw dick and I planned to POZ him good. This time I jammed three fingers all at once at that ass ring and just like before it opened, but damage was done. Dr. Mike issued a small chuckle and “Yes!” as I dug my nails into the bottom’s hole, harder and harder, over and over, yearning to break through the walls of his drug induced state to hear him moan in pain and beg for mercy. That never happened, which only spurred me on to finger fuck his hole rougher. I glanced to the side to see Dr. Mike adjust his own hard dick and I smiled. Yeah, that’s right, I could be as twisted as he was, just watch. This bottom would remember the day I bred him and when I finally pulled my fingers out they were nice and red. I then started to slap his ass – full on arm swings – and those apple cheeks went from white, to pink, to red, to shades of purple in no time. God damn I wanted to bust right then! My hand hurt from slapping him so hard and yet not a single moan or sound escaped those pink little lips that protruded from the leather hood over his head. While Dr. Mike was clearly into it, Dr. Collins seemed oblivious and totally focused on his patient and the monitors. Fine by me. I took a step back, slid my right hand up and down my shaft a few times to coat my death rod with my POZ, sticky precum, wiped my hands on the bottom’s sides, then grabbed the two biggest handfuls of flesh that I could and squeezed and dug in. I PAUSED, LOOKED AT DR. MIKE, AND AS HE MET MY EYES I SLAMMED MY DICK THROUGH THE BOTTOM’S OUTER HOLE AND BURIED MYSELF INSIDE HIM! The bottom’s body made no movement at all as I ripped him open. The pillow beneath his legs became stained. While I expected to see the waves of pain ripple through his body, his ass never clenched, never tried to push me out, never fought back. Somewhere between his fresh stab wounds and his brain all nerve impulses just faded away – thank you Dr. Collins! I clenched his flesh tighter in my grasp. I wanted him to be bruised, sore, and it was time to rape some ass. I grunted and growled as I pulled out and slammed all 10-inches+ of my raw dick into my victim’s hole and the more it got wet, the harder I fucked. My balls were bursting, ready to breed and infect this cum dump. My fountain of death was ready to explode like Deep Water Horizon and forever alter the world! I PICKED UP MY PACE, AND FUCKED AS HARD AS I COULD. I WANTED TO RAPE THAT ASS – HURT IT – INFECT IT – BREED IT – FILL HIS GUTS WITH MY LOAD! DR. MIKE WAS RIGHT – I HAD MANY GIFTS AND THIS BOTTOM WOULD GET THEM ALL AND AS I LOOKED DOWN AND SAW MY RED-COATED DICK I LOST IT – FROZE – AND SHOOK AS MY HYPERSPERMIA DELIVERED WHAT FELT LIKE A QUART OF INFECTED AIDS NUTT INTO THAT BOTTOM’S SHREDDED ASS. Oh yeah, in addition to shooting a lot in volume, my orgasm – my real orgasm which have been few and far between – seem to last for fucking ever and by the time my dick stopped spurting and I was able to let go of the flesh clenched in a death grip in my hands, I felt like I would pass out. With my dick still inside his unwilling hole, and streams of ass juice and my cum frothing out around my semi-hard dick, I flopped on top of the twink’s body feeling utterly satisfied for the maybe the first time ever. Dr. Mike was behind me, pressed his body against my naked ass and reached out and laid his right hand on my chest, “Please, if you could just stand back up, we do not want to impede his breathing.” Oh shit! Something about his touch, his body pressed to mine, the feel of his hard dick through his pants … fuck I don’t know – set me off again and I started blowing another load up that bottom’s hole without even another stroke. This one racked me to my bones and every spasm that burned through my body was felt by Dr. Mike who moaned and held me as I POZZED that ripped up ass all over again! When my balls were finally drained, my dick slid out of that beaten hole like a python that had just gorged on a herd of goats and was ready for a long nap. Dr. Mike stepped back, wiped his hands one against the other, smiled and said, “There. Now if you please. Get dressed and I will see you back here next Monday, same time,” and with that he left. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!) (Dr Mike: Biohazard and Healer – all story links here - https://breeding.zone/topic/34692-dr-mike-biohazard-story-links/#comment-384265 )

I had heard all about the beautiful ladyboys in Bangkok and was desperate to try. However I am a bottom so to was important to find a dominant top ladyboy which proved a little more difficult, in the end I settled for a lady who liked to party was active and had a sizeable penis. I arrived at her apartment at the prearranged time and knocked nervously on the door. When it opened there she was a sever looking but beautiful ladyboy in lacy lingerie and stockings. I was still checking out the weapon poking from her knickers while I was pushed into the hall. She asked for the money which I paid then she asked if I minded joining a party that was happening next door. I was a little confused but what the heck all in’ I suppose. I got undressed under her stern gaze and she inspected my cock and was clearly not impressed. She snorted and passed me a bra, lacy knickers and stockings and told me to put them on. Then she led me into a room filled with 2 other ladyboys and six older asian men. They where smoking meth while the ladyboys took turns sucking their cocks. I was told to join them on my knees. The first man gave me the pipe and I took a long drag, my first hit ever it was amazing my body felt so sexy and female and I wanted these men to breed me. I must have said as much as one Thai guy came up behind me lubed my hole with his spit and thrust himself in one fast stroke. It should have hurt but it didn’t soon he was into his rthymn thrusting long hard strokes until I felt the hot jet of his seed in my belly. More smoking then i was ready for more and was spit roasted while the ladyboys cheered on the asian men. Then one of the ladyboys suggested we go to a gay club to dance. As I was such a bottom slut I should be made up as a ladyboy. So after applying makeup giving me a very tight and short dress off we went. In the taxi I could see the taxi driver leering at me in the mirror. So being a slut I deliberately opened my legs so he had a good view of my lacy knickers. He smiled and winked at me and I could see the bulge growing in his trousers, so when we arrived at the club I was disappointed to leave the driver behind. The club was loud, hot and full so I slipped outside to get some fresh air and then I felt a hand on my leg sliding up to the top of my stockings and over my lace knickers. Then a Thai voice in my ear ´you ready to ride in my taxi?´. I was now so horny I just couldn’t refuse and followed him back to the taxi. It was only when we left that I realised I had nowhere to go my clothes where in the ladyboys flat and they where partying. The taxi driver beckoned me to sit in the front seat so his hand could rub my stockings. He asked me where I wanted to go and I asked him where he wanted to take me, with my best please fuck me look. He smiled and we drove off. I have no idea where we ended up as I lost track of turns and streets as he zigzagged for 30 mins before entering a garage where the door shut automatically behind us. Then he pushed my head down onto his cock and whilst I sucked him hard he was fingering my boipussy which was still seeping sperm from earlier. Then he told me to get out of the taxi and bend over the bnnet’ Which of course I was only too happy to do. He lifted my skirt pulled aside my sopping knickers then penetrated me in one slow delightful thrust. He was soon speeding up and his urgency was a good indication he was ready to give me his load so I clenched my muscles around his stiff member and was rewarded with the hot gush of his seed. he pulled up my knickers and patted my arse before pushing me through a small doorway and down a dimly lit passage before pushing me in a room and slamming the door behind me what the fuck is this I wondered. It was soon explained to me I had been on illegal drugs with heavy fines in Bangkok if your caught by the police so the taxi driver had thought it best to bring me here but I needed to pay for the room. I said I had no money left my wallet was in the ladyboys apartment. No matter the man said with a smile you can work to pay the room. With that three men marched in held me down while my sopping knickers where rippped off and I was bent with my arse in the open so the man could insert his wrinkled member in me. I thought he was going to try to fuck me but no he started to piss filling my love hole with his hot steamy stinking liquid. Then the other men started to take turns fucking my mouth and my arse. More and more men seemed to arrive and I lost count of the number of loads running out of my boipussy like a river. when morning finally arrived they gave a coat to cover my ripped dress and stockings and delivered me back to the ladyboys apartment...........

In half an hour our plane would land and I would be home. Too bad, I thought. I enjoy flying. At least, I enjoyed it when I could get a window seat and look out at the cloud tops. They always made me feel free and completely unbound. This had been a particularly good flight for that – a front moving between Dallas and here had set an army of clouds in motion. Had I known what else had been set in motion, I might have enjoyed the sense of freedom more. As we approached the last leg of the flight, I turned my attention away from the window to the passenger seated next to me, a slightly older man with a hint of grey in his sideburns. He wore a dark suit and a silver ring on his right hand, with a striking stone set in it, a swirling mix of translucent gold and amber that transfixed my eye. I seldom spoke to other travelers, but this time I asked, “Pardon me, but what is that stone?” He looked away from the portfolio he was inspecting and glanced at me, then the ring. “It is pietersite,” he said, “also known as 'tempest stone'. It is symbolic of control.” “Ah. I see. Very nice.” His voice was deep and foundational. I caught a glimpse of the contents of the folio, which had spread open as he spoke. In it were photographs of naked men, taken in sexually vulnerable poses. I looked up quickly, and found him staring at me intently. “Does this offend you?” he asked, opening the folio so I could see it plainly. “Um... no,” I said, not looking at it. “I guess I just never quite understood how anyone could have something like that open on an airplane.” The man was silent for a few moments, considering. Then he said, “I've met many men like you. All too common. Men whose lives are stifled by needless constraint, self-imposed limitation, pointless morality, or simple fear of the unfamiliar. Men whose potential goes unrealized, or worse, wasted.” He closed the folio. “I, on the other hand, seize life. I enjoy the things I want to the full. I experience no frustration or anger, but simply employ my strengths without hesitation and act upon my desires.” He leaned toward me, and his voice dropped. “You do not have to be as you are. You do not have to live a small, uncertain life. You can experience what it is for a man to have exactly what he wants.” “Wh-what do you mean?” He reached into the jacket of his suit and pulled out a card. “Come for dinner at my home. I will explain. Shall we say Wednesday next, 7:00? Please be punctual.” Then he turned away as if I were not there at all. Shortly we landed, and in the bustle of bags and disembarking, he disappeared. His card bore no name. It simply said ANDROS MANOR and gave the address of a very upscale area on the outer reaches of the city, on the banks of the river. * I would have been made to accept such an invitation. The man didn't sound normal, after all, and the material he was looking at certainly wasn't something the average Christian missionary would be carrying around (well, you never know). Yet somehow he had plucked a string inside me that resonated – I had been aimless for so long, wanting something more in life. Maybe everybody does sometime or other, wonder whether he's failing to grab the brass ring in his life. Anyway, something he said intrigued me. So, on the following Wednesday, I called an Uber and found myself at the gate of Andros Manor. “Dude...” said the Uber driver when he saw my destination. “Posh. Should I wait?” “Nah. I'm going to have dinner before I go home. Thanks for the ride.” I paid him and he drove off, then I pressed the button at the gate. A camera moved on its mounting to point at me, then the gate swung open, allowing me access to the long path to the front doors. A butler – of sorts – greeted me at the door. He was a handsome man, short-haired, dressed in a white sleeveless shirt with a cantonese collar, a black vest, and black pants, but bare feet. He gestured inward with a muscled arm, but did not speak. Andros Manor boasted masculine architecture; robust stone columns supporting spacious interiors with angular, not curved, beams of solid oak. Ample outside light shone through broad windows of stained glass in colors of light yellow to rich red-gold. Rugged oak furnishings occupied flagstone floors among relatively spartan walls, decorated only with only isolated paintings, strategically placed to catch the light – but each painting seemed inspired by something from the likes of the pages of the grey man's folio. By this time I half expected to be led into a massive dining hall with a twenty-foot-long banquet table with a seat at one end and a seat all the way at the other, and four different forks next to the plate. When the butler escorted me in, however, I found my host seated at a modest round oak table with four chairs, ordinary if quality settings, and a roast beef steaming in the center. He rose. “Welcome, my friend. I had so hoped you would join us. I knew you would, from the moment I saw your eyes. You have the look of exactly the sort of man who can hear the truth when it's spoken to him. It's a rare man who can learn simply from being told something, don't you find? Most have to learn the hard way, but I could tell you are a man of intelligence. Please! Join us at table.” The “us” he referred to included two other men, slightly younger than myself, I thought, one Asian, one black, both uncommonly good-looking and well-proportioned. They were both dressed in the same way as the butler. I sat opposite my host. The two at my right and left observed me intently, with peculiar smiles. “These are Samuel and Jamail,” the Grey Man said, “dear friends of mine whom I have asked to join us for dinner. They are gentlemen who share my philosophy of life. You have met my butler, John, of course. John, would you mind?” John came around and set glasses of wine in front of each of us, mine last, which gave me a moment of surprise; I don't drink, but it seemed like a very bad time to mention it, so I decided to just go with it. “John, one for yourself as well; please join us. A toast, gentlemen!” said the Gray Man, raising his glass. “To Men – To their power and desire, and to those who fulfill it body and soul! Now drain your cups!” I have no idea what tastes good or bad in wine, because it all tastes bad to me, but I managed to get it all down. Then we sat to eat. “I'm sorry,” I said to my host, “I didn't catch your name.” “You may recall my saying to you on the plane,” he replied, “that you can experience what it is for a man to be exactly what he wants. The question is, how does a man know exactly what he wants? Can you say that you know?” “Ah – well - “ I fumbled for an answer. “I doubt you can. There, you see, is where most fail. The map is useless without the destination. There is no purchase without the coin.” The smell of the roast beef swept over me strongly; it seemed unusually fragrant. The bare foot of one of the other men, Samuel, bumped into my calf. He smiled at me. The Gray Man continued, “I have learned, now that I am a man of means, that the greatest gift that I can bestow on another man is not material goods, or influence, but to give him knowledge of himself. I make it my business to find those capable of receiving the gift of understanding who they truly are and what they are truly meant to become. Once they receive that knowledge, I then use my power to ensure that they reach that potential.” My hands began to feel numb. I dropped my fork. Jamail, to my right, picked it up and used it to raised a bite of wild rice to my lips. In a growing daze, I allowed him to feed it to me. Samuel, I noted, had begun rubbing my left thigh. “You,” the Gray Man said, “are the raw clay of ambition. I doubt you have any driving goal of your own, but you are still young enough that the desire to become something of great worth burns like a fire within you. Yes. You will become something of very great value to many men. You made the decision yourself, this day, when you chose to come to this place. No one chose that for you. Everything that happens from this moment forward is the result of your own choice. Remember that. This is what you have chosen for your life. I warmly congratulate you, and I will ensure your success.” My vision began to swim. The room seemed to swelter. “Some water... please?” I said (I think). Then Jamail pulled back my chair and began unbuttoning my shirt, and Samuel positioned himself between my legs and deftly released my belt and unzipped my pants. Between them they alternately pushed and lifted me so they could remove both articles, leaving me in my briefs, while John handed me a small glass of water. The air on my body felt better, but the water tasted odd. It did not help my twirling head. Then someone held something under my nose and told me to breathe very deeply. After a moment my consciousness became aware only of the sensations of my body and the instructions of the man telling me to breathe even more deeply again. The last thing I knew was that someone... Jamail... was cutting my briefs off my body with a steak knife, and I heard Samuel whisper in my ear, ”You are soooo fucked.” Then hands, all over my body, and I saw black.

I was sex crazy since I hit the baths on the night of my 18th birthday....becoming POZ just kicked it into overdrive!

Looking for a poz high viral count top to gift myself and a buddy in Palm Spring. HUM and do this.

Go to the grocery store and pick up a small jar/tub of coconut oil. Around $5 US. It’s odorless, tasteless, plant-based, and slick. It’s solid at room temperature but liquifies at body temperature (it’s as though the stuff was designed for fucking). What your body doesn’t absorb cleans up easily with soap and water.

Next chapter coming very soon...

In one of those moods where I am craving a twisted long breeding with a guy like this

I'd love to join a few groups that hook up. But yea, I don't nudity would be allowed.

Like @Cumfilledbottomboi, my hole opens to whatever it’s called. When I refer to it myself, my word of choice is cunt because it connotes a sexual function for the hole that is not as feminine (to my way of thinking) as pussy. A cunt is utilitarian. A cunt is something to be used, and used repeatedly. A cunt does not require delicate handling. Consider similar words - shunt, brunt, punt, blunt, stunt, grunt, hunt - all words with a decidedly masculine sense, bearing meanings that denote sudden, abrupt, decisive, rough action. Thus, I would submit that cunt is an appropriate word for a male fuckhole. It also pairs nicely in use with cock. When I’m at the bathhouse I hang a sign on the wall over me where I’m lying ass-up, with an arrow pointing down at me, that reads: CUNT FOR YOUR COCK. I have no argument at all with those who prefer to think of their man-holes as pussies, or with Tops who use the term - mine gets called that about half the time. In fact, one of the best compliments I’ve ever had was from an older black gentleman who finished fucking me (very expertly I might add - woof) and then said, “That is good pussy. Good pussy is hard to find.” But me... I’m a cunt for your cock. Whenever you’re ready. ?

Exactly, you are now part of something bigger than you. You are part of a chain of pure power and sleaze. Great job bro.

Went to my local ABS on Sunday. Short white guy, obviously a backpacking tourist in sorts. He spots me and I follow to the next booth. I love short guys, one of the only times I breed are with short guys. He places a finger and I stick my dick though. He’s good and slicking it up. I thought I would get some ass but he just sucks.. which is nice but not what I’m looking for. I show my ass as it is pulled down between my shorts and bend with it out in a “come fuck squat.” Showing him what I’m looking for and offering. I place my hole against the GH and he starts licking. And it feels amazing. He’s good. Very skillfully he moves my hole, spreading it, and licking it into position. I’m pulling my ass checks apart to have my hole open for him and he’s eating my ass lips and sucking on the hole, making sure it is pulled out. He stands and rub his dick head on my raw slick hole. It’s wet with precum oozing. He feeds my hole a little at a time, pushing in and out, opening it up. I huff poppers and try to fully open up and he plunges in 7 inches of raw meat with a nice large mushroom head. He fucks until the ass juices dry up and I go down for some ass to mouth to take another ride. Through the hole I say,”fucken breed my pussy raw.” He goes for it and starts really ripping it up, starts coming in me and pauses with his still hard as fuck white cock just laying up in me. He pulls out and cum just drip out in buckets. Fuck that was a lot of cum. He pulls his shorts up and leave. Cum is dripping everywhere, on the glory hole, down my legs and thighs. My underwear is pulled up and feels wet. There was so much cum ever where. Perfect fuck Sunday.

Last weekend a guy I had seen twice before contacted me asking if I wanted to be tag teamed. He had planned a gangbang in his hometown but the bottom had cancelled. So I was a substitute but I didn't care ? Brought two buddies. Average guys with average dicks but they knew how to use them. Some spit roast but mostly watching (recovering) and waiting for their turn with a few breaks but keeping me pretty busy. Showed me all corners of the bed. Three loads from one of the guys and two each from him and his other buddy. Was pretty exhausted and all fucked out when they left!

Ok. Got to ask. So if comdom, what the hell u doing on breedingzone???

We're in a triad relationship. Our third joined us about a year and a half ago and he is a submissive bottom. I wouldn't call him a cumdump, but we both breed him regularly. We are all neg and we are exclusive with the three of us only. There is no room for jealousy or conflict in a triad. We love and respect each other equally, but sexually he is clearly the sub. I love breeding him first; I love breeding him after he already has a load in him. Its all great.

Girth over length. I like my hole to feel stretched as he pounds me. One of the best tops I’ve ever had was the proud owner of a “beer-can.” Not so long but jesus he was thick. Left me gaped after every fuck and I loved it. If I can walk without looking like I’ve been horse-riding for a few days then clearly I haven’t been opened up enough.

While I've taken quite a few raw cocks, each occasion had occurred after I contacted a guy through Grindr (or, before it went down, Craigslist), and after we had a sense of each other. My fantasy, however, was that I would cross paths with a guy, bend over, and take multiple random loads in my ass. For some two years I have been chatting on and off on Kik with a top transwoman I met through Craigslist. Our schedules never matched up but she wanted to slut me out so I kept in contact with her. After a few missed opportunities our schedules finally aligned: we would meet on Halloween at All Things Adult in Austin. I was running a little late and, as I approached the ABS I asked her which booth. She promptly replied, and I sought-out the booth she specified. (As an aside, I should mention All Things Adult has really nice video booths.) There is a privacy wall when you first enter and around the corner are two padded benches that are spaced close enough to be bent over on all fours comfortably straddling the gap.) The door was unlatched and I entered the booth finding the transwoman, a cute short latina with a decent package, leaning against the wall. Upon entering the booth I turned to close the door only to discover there was another in the booth. A guy I didn't anticipate being present. Still, that was the reason I had agreed to meet, so I reached over, and began feeling-up the transwoman's body, exploring her body as I pulled-out her cock. The other guy just watched. Dropping a few tokens in the machine and she led me to the front bench. I dropped my trousers and underwear, bent over, and angled my ass towards the entrance, initially sucking the transwoman, and, when within seconds the second guy offered his cock, I alternated between the two of them. After a little bit he moved behind me, lubed my hole and went balls-deep in my ass, cumming after only a few thrusts. (Damn, I needed that feeling so badly.) Withdrawing, he zipped-up and left. My transwoman also wanted a piece of my ass, but pulled-on a condom, explaining a rubber would delay her orgasm. She fucked me for a bit, and it felt really good. Meanwhile the door opened a few times and finally we had a taker. A man entered the booth, watched us for a bit, before pulling out his cock and offering it to me to suck. As I sucked and deep-throated him, the transwoman withdrew from my ass, and stepped around, crouching down to suck the guy's balls. In no time the man blew his delicious load in my mouth. After he left I resumed sucking the transwoman. Scarcely had I swallowed her cock full depth when another guy entered the booth and began fingering my ass. In all honesty I was not a big fan of his attentions as, although I let him know I didn't like it, he kept fingering me quite roughly. At one point he slid his cock into my ass, and, no sooner was he balls-deep than he also slid his index finger into my ass. I was not happy. Still I let him fuck me a bit, but my ass was very uncomfortable, so I made my excuses and stepped-out into the restroom to check the condition of my hole. Fortunately while it was sore and cum-filled, it wasn't bleeding. Returning to the booth, I told the guy I needed to take a short break. I was thankful he took the hint and left. I resumed sucking the transwoman, and after a few minutes let her know I really wanted her load in my ass. She gave a knowing smile, stepped behind me and slid in, raw, full depth, fucking for several minutes, initially with a steady rhythm, but more raggedly at one point, at which time she came, her load lodged in my ass. When she withdrew I heard the plop of a big dollop of cum hitting the floor. Clearly there was an exceptional amount of cum in my ass. I licked her cock clean, enjoying the taste of the cum, and afterwards we sat and chatted a bit before I decided to head out. Once at my car I decided to check Grindr but none of the postings caught my attention. Still, with a pocketful of tockens, I decided to return to All Things Adult, and play until I exhausted my stash of tokens. Re-entering the ABS, I reclaimed the booth in which the transwoman and I had been playhing, and logging onto Grindr changed my location to All Things Adult, specifically providing my booth number. I also placed a 'quick connect' on BBRTs. Then I deposited all of the tokens into the video machine, adding a $20.00 bill. I planned on being there for a while. This time fully nude, I bent over on all fours in the booth, exposed to whoever entered. Within a few moments a guy entered and felt-up my hole. Apparently liking what he found, he unzipped, slid in, and fucked me. He felt good and fucked for several minutes. He didn't, however, cum, but instead withdrew , thanked me, and left. In the ensuing hiatus I went onto Grindr and hit-up another transwoman fuck buddy, telling her what I was doing. She responded saying she was on her way. Almost simultaneously another guy hit me up, saying he was nearby. As I waited for one or both of the two to arrive a few guys entered the booth and checked me out, but all left. The guy from Grindr arrived, and I alternated between sucking and being fucked by his dock. He came after several minutes, blowing a big load in my ass. After a thank you, he split, only for my trans fuckbuddy to arrive. We greeted each other, and she promptly had me on my knees as I deep-throating her cock. Progressing to my ass, she explored my hole, and realizing the volume of cum that was sloshing around in my hole she asked how many load I had taken. I gave her my best estimate. She asked for a condom and I obliged as she is a rough and dominant power top. She wasted no time plowing into my ass, fucking me like her personal rag doll. The pain was substantial, but I also loved the intensity and level of confident domination she exuded. Several minutes into our session she ordered me to my knees, stripped-off the condom, and forced me to deep-throad her cock, holding my head still so she could control the depth. I felt like I was going to throw up but she maintained control until finally she withdrew and blew her load on my lips and in my mouth. After she dressed herself, we hugged and she left. Whereupon I resumed my earlier position. As before, several times the door would open, and several times a man would step-up to feel-up my hole, some giving me an approving slap, but no one actually wanted to fuck, so when my time was finally exhausted I dressed and went out to my car. My hole, however, while sore, was also still horny for cock. Going back onto Grindr I found a message from a guy who said he had seen my profile earlier but as he was committed to attending a sex party, he suggested I should meet him there. I replied, and he promptly gave me the details, which included the sex party was receptive to bareback sex, but there was a prohibition to "partying." That was all I needed to hear. The party was being held in downtown Austin, which was a very short drive. Arriving at the house I entered using the specified side door, which was where we were expected to undress. Stepping into the play space I found a bedroom in which a group of college-age men are standing about, wacking themselves. In the corner a guy was gagging on some cock, so I stepped into the center of the room, surveyed my options, and, spotting a Latino with a nice long, curved cock and a sweet swimmer's build, I knelt in front and deep-throated him, gagging a bit given his length. I worked his tool for some time, but as there no suggestion he wanted to fuck, I got to my feet to move on, only to feel some guy giving my ass a little squeeze, remarking I had a big ass. "It's open to any one who wants to play," I replied. Instructing he to lay on the bed, he moved behind me, ready to plunge into my hole. I let him know my hole had been power-fucked, and that I couldn't handle rough action. Although he attempted to accommodate my limitations, my hole was very unhappy, and kept pushing him out. Oh, and it really, really hurt when he was in my ass, so after a little bit I excused myself and checked-out myself in the bathroom. Fortunately there was no evidence of anything other than lube and cum, so I re-entered the bedroom and promptly another guy wanted to fuck, so I lay back on the bed. He fucked for several minutes, but again my pain threshold was crossed, so I apologizedm explaining I couldn't take any more cock. Thankfully he understood and wasn't annoyed. After I clean-up my ass, I dressed, and called it a night. I was a little bummed my ass was too swollen and sore to take the last two guys, but overall it was a good night, particularly given it was the first time I had been a true cumdump.

I will start out with one thing in particular that made a huge difference in my life as a top: Exercise, bitch! Seriously, nothing makes me more of a top than when I'm in my groove exercising. And I've found I need a good mix of exercise to be at the top of my game. Ever find you're fucking some hot hole and then all of a sudden your energy level drops to nothing? You need more endurance training, specifically cardio. A good level to shoot for is being able to run or jog (not walk) a 5k. Endurance cardio will turn you into the Energizer bunny. Great for your mood too. Ever find your bottom trying a stifle a yawn as you're plowing him? You need more weight training. Building some muscle, especially core and glutes, will have you slamming your dick into that hole in a way that will absolutely focus any bottom's attention. Bonus: weight training boosts testosterone levels in your body which makes you hornier, gives you better hardons, and bigger loads. Also great for your mood too. Plus exercise will give you confidence and have you walking taller. Gives you a more masculine energy. That instantly makes you more attractive. And your sex will go from "Lay back and think of England" to "Swinging from the chandeliers." Seriously: I'm not a big fan of going to the gym to cruise or to get a body that will land me in porn (though if that's your goal, that's great). I work out for me, partly because I like to be healthy, but mostly because I love how it makes me feel. And I love the results in bed.

Part 6 Somewhere in time, my legs finally came down and I was out like a light, again. Sometime later I woke up with my legs in the air again and on someone's shoulders and another cock deep in my hole. What the hell? I was starting to come down from the drunk and was now more aware, but what the hell was going on. This guy was plowing the hell out of my ass and my cock was hard as a steel bar from it. I found myself thrusting hard against him, trying to get more and more of that cock in me. In short order, I felt him grow a little more and then felt his cock throbbing in me as he was cumming in my ass. I was a little disappointed as I was hard and had a nice tingle in my cock that needed to be done. He got up and was soon gone. Another guy had laid down beside me though and one of his hands took ahold of my cock and stroked it as his other one turned my head towards him and he planted a kiss on my lips, prying his tongue into my mouth. I was too horny to object as I wanted my release. Then his hand let go of my cock, making me groan in frustration, and then his fingers were entering my hole. In almost no time at all, I could tell he had more than one in me. It actually felt like he had all 4 in me. He began to drive them in and out of me hard, dragging his fingernails on the way out. The scratching hurt but the pleasure made me forget it. Then he began to raise up over me, spreading my legs as he got between them. Then I felt something hit my balls as he pulled his fingers out of me one last time. I gasped as I realized it was his cock and it felt huge. He lined the head of it up with my hole and I felt it all around my hole and thought, I better stop him as there was no way that monster could fit in me. Before I could say anything, his mouth was back on mine and then I felt my hole stretching impossibly. He kept kissing me and pushing and then with an audible pop, the head of his cock entered me. I almost came unglued with the pain of that. He held still for a few seconds is all, and the slowly he pushed more and more of that gigantic cock into me. I could only gasp. It took a while but then I felt his balls finally hit my ass and as they did he broke off the kiss and told me, "Nice hole you have to be able to take all of my 12" cock in there. I can't wait to dump my nice toxic load deep in you and make you one of us." I had no idea what he was talking about but didn't get to ask as he started to fuck me and fast and hard immediately. I gasped at the pain and pleasure combination. He kept going and going and going. Soon, the pain started to fade and the sheer size of him made the pressure on my hot spot in there was constant. I started to cum within the first couple of minutes, but the pressure kept my cock hard and tingling continually. He pounded my hole harder and faster than any of the others, on and on and on. I was beginning to think he would never cum. I felt my own cock erupt twice more before his movements started to get a little more jerky and his cock somehow grew more yet. I knew he was getting ready to cum. It had to have been a good 45 minutes since he had started. Then he almost roared and buried his cock as far into me as he could. It felt like something deep inside me tore a little as all of his cock entered into me and started to throb like a bass drum in me. I felt myself cum again. This was crazy. I don't think I had ever cum that many times before in this amount of time. It was marvelous. I rose up to meet him making sure every inch was in me as we ground our bodies from head to toe against each other. Then, I was out again. I awoke to find myself completely clothed. What the hell? Had that all been a strange dream? But, as I thought that, I knew it could not have been as my ass was sore as hell and my pants felt extremely wet in the crotch area. What was I doing and how did my clothes get back on? I was still pretty much dazed and disoriented. Then the door opened up and a guy came in carrying a drink. He said he had heard that I was probably in need of a refresher. I had no idea what he was talking about. I took the drink as I was thirsty for sure and took a gulp. WOW, it had to be almost 75% 151 Rum. It was a good thing that is my normal drink or I might have gagged like crazy. Tasted good though and I thought, what the hell, and drank almost half of what was left in one more gulp and then downed the rest in a couple of drinks. Might have been a mistake, though, as it hit me really hard and I felt myself almost fall over dizzy. They guy just laughed at me and said, "I didn't expect you would drink all that in such short time. What you have been doing and now another huge drink like that. You may end up with a lot more in you that way." I couldn't seem to understand him much. The Rum was taking control again. I was soon laying down and almost out of it. The guy said, "Well, it looks like it may be my turn, now." Whatever that meant. He said, "You must really want filled with our toxic cum the way you are drinking." I still had no idea what that meant. He was taking off his clothes while saying that.

Other than my first girlfriend, all but a (very) few of my encounters in college were bareback. To be honest, other than seeing them in the stores when I purchased lube, I never really thought about either purchasing or using condoms. That stayed the same while I was in a monogamous relationship, and then I alternated between condoms and bareback depending on my mood and the top. I returned to condom use in the mid-'80s when I started losing friends to what was colloquially termed the AIDS scare/crisis/panic, but even through my own fears and despair, I kept leaning toward barebacking purely from the standpoint of physical comfort. I have a mild latex allergy, and polyurethane condoms weren't terribly common at the time, but I had the feeling -- I can't say "belief," as it wasn't that strong -- that I would at least attempt to make being a receptive partner for anal sex safer. Ironically enough, I had more damage done to my hole during that time by condom use than I ever have by enormous cocks or vigorous, multi-topped sessions. Absent a far more involved discussion of my personal journey than anyone is likely to enjoy yawning through, suffice it to say that science's greater understanding of HIV transmission rates and associated infection vector(s) combined with my access to PrEP has almost completely turned me off of condoms of any type. I will -- if my partner adamantly insists on it -- accept condom use in the beginning, or if it's going to be a one-off encounter, but I also make clear that I find bare not only more enjoyable, but more psychologically fulfilling, and condoms kill both sensation and the mood. I guess you could say I started out barebacking, worked through what I personally felt was a devastating time by resorting to condom use, and then was given the opportunity to return to bareback. And I don't think I'll ever look back.

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

"At first, my new stepbrother and I wanted to compare the size of our dicks..." "...but we quickly found out that my forearm is the better benchmark."

Part iii Surrounded by darkness once more I remained still. Naked and on my hands and knees waiting for the two men I had been left with to do as they would. Being unable to see after the light had been extinguished added a new dimension to my submission. I was completely helpless now. Stripped, humiliated and already bred three times I had given myself over to this new way of being. I had already cum myself once and even that didn't assuage my desire to take more cock. So here I waited; knowing I could only leave this squalid place once each man that wanted to had used me to their satisfaction. The fact they were poz was no longer on my mind, they had hard cocks and I had willing holes to please them. I was probably already tainted so I saw no reason not to take all the cum they could give me. Two sets of hands were tracing over my skin, both rough skinned, both making me shiver in the anticipation of what was to come. As one set of hands worked up my back over my shoulders the other was working lower, over my buttocks spreading and kneading my flesh with a strength that made me shudder. If he was this firm with just his hands what was he going to do to me with his cock? The man who had worked his way in front of me took hold of my head and tilted my face upwards, still unable to see, I felt warm weight against my lips and opened my mouth instinctively. The cock that slipped between my lips was a good size and tasted of sweat and precum. I had already sucked this cock tonight...oh shit! That meant the man behind me was Mr. Big. My head was held more firmly as if my realisation had been transmitted through the cock in my mouth. "Shhhh...relax and you'll be fine." The voice was from the man in front and then I felt the cold glass pressed to my nose. "Breath deep! As much as you can take." He just held the bottle and I just kept hitting it until warmth spread through me and I felt myself losing my ability to think straight. The poppers were my new best friend but even with them I still felt it when spit hit my hole and fingers rubbed around my sloppy, cum soaked ring. I moaned as it felt so good and the cock in my mouth was shoved to the back of my throat and held there. I would have gasped but here was no time, breathing through my nose just meant more poppers and I was already spinning. I screamed. Well I would have if I didn't have my face stuffed with hard dick. The only noise was choked off as I was held firmly in place. Tears streamed from my eyes though in this darkness they were unseen and I could only imagine they would have meant little if noticed. The cock head that had just invaded my arse was so fucking thick. Even after the rough fucking I had taken and the three loads of cum that had slicked my insides I was being stretched beyond anything I had ever known. I couldn't pull away with the man in front of me pressing me back working together with Mr. Big who had his hands on my hips holding me tight and I could tell he was much stronger than me. He was coming in and there was no stopping him. He didn't ram himself inside me but it was a constant pressure, a relentless drive forwards that spread my channel and kept opening me up deep inside. I felt like he was splitting me, tearing me His whole length was thick and getting deeper inside me. I had to breath the poppers again and again and I felt my body relaxing as I gave in to the invasion. I pushed down with my anal muscles trying to open my hole as much as possible and I was rewarded with a pat on my ass cheek as he clearly felt his way forward was easier. The final jab took all my breath away but I felt his balls slap against me. Mr. Big was all the way in. Number Two pulled himself from my mouth and gave me another hit of poppers leaving me panting and light headed. I nearly collapsed to the floor, I certainly lowered my head as Mr. Big began to move. Slowly at first, he withdrew his massive cock from my arse and it felt like he was turning me inside out. I swear my passage was gripping him in a vain attempt to stop any more damage but he wasn't on the same wavelength as me. As soon as I felt his bulbous cockhead pulling on my ring he began his slow push back into my bowels. He would occasionally spit down between us adding a little wetness but I was still stretched tight around his member. Despite the slow movement, or perhaps because of it, the burning that had been enveloping my hole was becoming a hunger. My cock, which had softened from the initial pain of the penetration, was starting to thicken again and because of the pressure inside me it was drooling precum. I was grunting with every motion inside me. In and out, in and out, he was mechanical in his movement making sure my hole was sufficiently open for him. The spit and cum that soaked my anus and the effect of the poppers on me started to make me buck my hips following his movement. This and the fact his huge dick was constantly rubbing across my prostate had me moaning softly with each long stroke. With us both now working in tandem to achieve his total penetration of me, his strokes became easier. This ease of passage was quickly translated into a faster movement which had me gasping and grunting hard. "Oh fuck! So fucking big! Fuck!" My moans and cries were taken as a sign to go faster and he started to punch his prick into me. Jabbing thrusts of his hips that only took half his length out of me but kept me on edge with his every movement pushing more fluid from my cock. He grunted something that I didn't catch and he fucked me hard for about a minute shaking my whole body with the vigour of his pounding. Then he levelled off again resuming a long, slower, sliding fuck into me. I was delirious by this point. The fucking, the poppers, the whole situation had broken me into a fuck hungry hole and I was pushing myself harder onto him. I loved feeling this full, I loved being made to take this huge fuck tool inside me, I loved that these men all wanted to breed my sloppy arsehole. I started to beg for more. More cock, more cum, more of their virus. In answer I was given more poppers by the guy in front of me who just said above my head, "Yeah, this bitch is totally ready. I can't fucking believe he never got fucked before tonight!" Then hands on my head making me look up again. I expected to feel his cock once again sliding across my tongue, and I was hungry to taste his musk again. Instead I felt him lowering himself in front of me and then I was smothered, his fleshy cheeks spread in front of my face and his arse pressed back as I was instructed to lick. I licked, and licked. The cock fucking me pushing me on as my tongue became another sex organ. His taste was musky and sweaty and I felt my cock throb as I licked harder. This was the taste of a man. This was everything I was meant for. His hands gripped and spread his cheeks and he pushed his hole straight against my lips allowing me to kiss and probe his ring with my tongue. I ran the tip of my tongue around that muscle and pressed into the centre. He relaxed some and my tongue sank into the whorl. I wish I could have watched this scene from outside my body. Me on my hands and knees like a willing slut being pounded from behind by the biggest cock I've ever seen. At the same time pressing my face between the arse cheeks of another guy so I can rim his hole and relishing the task as only a true dirty boy can. As I did my best to fuck his arse with my tongue he was clearly wanking hard and telling me what good boy I was and how they were loving breaking me in. It didn't take long before the guy I was rimming moaned, "Fuck this feels too good!" He pulled away from my probing tongue and moved around behind me. Mr. Big slowed his fucking and leaned back. This allowed Number Two to straddle me and I guess point his cock directly at my hole because I felt him shuddering and the splatter of wet heat across my crack as he unloaded his cum. He must have been trying to get as much as possible on my hole and all over Mr. Big's dick because once he was done, signified by a firm slap on my arse, he moved away and that huge cock began fucking me again. The pace increased but the added cum was slicking my ring and the motion felt much easier. More poz cum being pushed into me and I was grateful for it. My fingers flexed against the concrete floor as that shaft kept on sliding in and out of me. As he sped up his thrusts I was pushed forwards my shoulders sagging leaving me face down and arse up giving him the angle to long dick me easily. I had been forced open by his monster cock and part of me wondered if I'd ever feel anything smaller fucking me again. The rest of me was focused on the feeling rising in me, the building pressure from his ceaseless pumping. He picked up his pace again and I was barely holding on, a gasping wreck moaning into the floor about big dicks and fuck and so good. Overwhelmed by sensation I couldn't stop myself, there was barely any warning. I involuntarily clenched my anal muscles down on his cock when he was buried all the way inside me and I came. My spunk pouring out of me in a stream splattering the floor as I cried out in definite ecstasy. At this Mr. Big's hands tightened on my hips and he started hammering into me. I swear each thrust was pushing more cum out of me leaving me delirious as my prostate was drummed making my orgasm high painfully long. Within a few minutes of this I could just register him tensing up and the tell of his thrusts becoming arhythmic. I couldn't tell if his cock swelled, I was already stretched beyond what I thought possible, but the roar he gave as he finally unloaded in me left no doubt. He held me firmly in place as he throbbed multiple times adding his own flood of toxins to the multiple loads already soaking into my anal walls. He gave a few more pumps of his hips making sure to push his load deep and he he slowly slid himself from my totally fucked hole. Once he was out I could feel the coldness of the air across my cheeks and arsehole and I knew it would be a while, if ever, before my hole returned to anything like normal. I was left in the middle of that filthy floor. My surprise that both men left couldn't have been more. I don't know what I expected but I think I smiled to the darkened room. Not only had I got what I came here for times a thousand but I had been left here after being utterly used. Somehow I liked that feeling. Somehow, after remaining in position for a minute or two, I felt the strength to move and I thought I really should before anyone else came in. Managing to raise myself on shaky legs I felt around in the darkness for my clothes. Nothing. Shit. My keys. Not to mention having to find a way out of here in just my trainers. "Ahem!" The cough that came out of the darkness was an announcement. I turned to where the noise had come from and realised the pitch black I had walked into had become a greyness. I could see the shape of a man near the doorway holding out the items I had searched for. Reaching out feeling relief tinged with embarrassment and shame at being discovered naked with spunk running down my legs from my gaped anus, I recovered my jeans and t-shirt and pulled them on hurriedly. The man chuckled and there was a timbre to his voice that I recognised, the daddy from before had come back. "Thank you!" It was all I could think of to say. I didn't know if I was thanking him for returning my clothes, or for everything else he had done including removing them in the first place. "My pleasure." He replied with a grin playing across his face, "Yours too I think, given how much you seemed to have enjoyed things. I get the feeling we'll be seeing you around here before too long." He stepped aside and I walked out into the lighter beginning of morning. I walked a little unsteadily across the gravel back to my car, only one or two cars were left in the lot and once again I felt a little self conscious especially as on this walk I could feel the dampness from the spunk soaking the back of my jeans and I was now clearly visible. The drive home was a little uncomfortable but as I played out the events of the night in my head I could feel my cock stirring between my legs and the last thing Daddy said to me repeating itself over and over. "We'll be seeing you around here before long." I couldn't help but smile and wonder precisely how long it would be.

Part 34 The next morning Rob was released from his cage. He started towards the gym as was the normal routine. As he turned down the hallway, Tanner grabbed Rob by the shoulder and said,” Hold on, other way, we need something from you this morning.” Rob was directed in the other direction and into another room. Inside Nick was waiting along with some sort of contraption Rob didn’t recognize. “Have a seat,” Tanner said pointing at a large high backed chair. Just as he started to sit Nick said, “Hold on a second pig.” Nick walked over and pushed a plug into Rob’s ass. The plug was curved so that it pushed right against Rob’s prostrate. Rob then sat and Tanner completely restrained him in the chair so that he couldn’t move. Nick rolled over the machine and started to explain to Rob what it used for. “This is a milking machine; we attach this sleeve over your cock and it massages your cock to make you cum.” “Your cum is then collected in this chamber.” Rob gave Nick a puzzled look as to why they would be milking him of cum. To date most activities seemed to revolve around using his ass and mouth, so something didn’t make sense. “We have a former party guest next door that we’d like to give a little gift to before he departs to take a new job,” explained Nick. “You probably wouldn’t recognize him since you were face down when you last met, but he was at the most recent college night party and he fucked your ass several times.” “We thought it was only fitting that you contribute to his going away gift.” "He is leaving soon so we didn’t have time to throw him a proper going away celebration; he just suddenly decided he was going to quit law school and go work on a hog farm in Iowa.” Tanner got a big smirk on his face and added, ”Frat president to farm hand, go figure.” Rob didn’t say anything but he knew the reason why they wanted his cum was because it was now toxic. He also knew that there was more to the story than Nick and Tanner were telling him. Rob was right on both counts. The frat president had been at the college night party and had fucked Rob, he also was leaving college. The decision to leave college wasn’t exactly his idea, but he had made a big mistake and now was paying the price. At the last party the frat boy recognized two of the bottoms that were serving the guests. After the party he began to harass the bottoms on campus and coerced them into regular forced sex sessions. If he had stopped there it would have been fine. There were plenty of bottoms that loved to volunteer to be of service at the warehouse sex parties so if those two became unavailable they could be replaced. They were popular bottoms so Nick wouldn’t be happy that they might be unavailable but he would adjust. However, the frat president got the bright idea to start holding his own sex parties and charging admission. He was undercutting Nick’s parties on cost and since the frat boy’s parties were closer to campus it could impact Nick’s business financially as well as impair one of his prime methods of recruiting new talent. That was unacceptable, Nick didn’t like competition and now the frat boy was paying the price. The frat boy was approached by one of Nick’s staff with a business proposition to build up the parties and split the profits. The greedy frat boy couldn’t resist the offer and signed the contracts. He wasn’t as smart as he thought he was though, because he didn’t read the contracts very closely. One would think a guy planning on being a lawyer would be more careful and read contracts better. He was now owned. In the room next to Rob was the frat boy. Nick was right, Rob wouldn’t recognize him and that was not just because Rob was focused on cock and may have never seen the guy’s face. The frat boy had been shaved completely from head to toe. In addition, a large ring pierced his nose. It would make a good handle to lead the boy around with or to restrain him. He was now in a sling with his legs held high while being brutally fucked by three very toxic tops. Like Nick had mentioned they didn’t have the time to arrange a large pozzing party but they were able to get three local Tops to participate including Jesse the bartender. The frat boy was drugged which prevented him from fighting too much but he was coherent enough to feel every thrust from Jesse’s pierced cock. The spiked PA pierced the boy’s ass wall to further the damage from the preparation with the bottle brush he had received prior to the being fucked. Rob was oblivious to what was going on in the next room. He could hear some music but the frat boy’s screams were muffled by a gag and what noise he did emit seemed to blend with the music. Rob was given a slam of meth and that made him even less conscious of what was going on around him. The plug in his ass began to vibrate against his prostrate and the machine started milking his cock. Rob’s eyes rolled back in his head in response to the intense feelings. It didn’t take long before he shot his first load of cum. The machine and prostate massage didn’t stop and he stiffened up again as his balls began to churn to produce another load. After several hours Rob had 6 orgasms and was milked dry. The collection receptacle was full to the brim with his poz cum. Nick and Tanner returned to the room. Nick carefully disconnected the collection chamber with the cum and headed for the door. He stopped just short of the door, turned and looked at Tanner, “Grab the rig from this pig’s slam and draw out a little blood; we might want to use that to make sure we are successful next door.” Tanner collected the sample from Rob and handed it to Nick. Nick rushed next door with the fresh cum. The three Tops had finished fucking the frat boy. He was a sloppy mess and was crying and babbling incoherently. Two of the Tops helped raise the frat boys legs higher and Nick poured Rob’s cum into the battered hole through a funnel and then sealed the hole with a large a butt plug. “How many loads did you guys pump into him,” Nick asked. “Three each,” replied Jesse. “OK, with these 6 that makes 15; that should do the trick.” “Just in case though, think we’ll give him a little blood slam.” After the slam the frat boy moaned from the effects of the meth. He was removed from the sling and blindfolded. “Let’s get him down to the loading dock and prepared for shipping; his ride north should be here soon,“ Nick directed. Tanner released Rob from his bonds and removed the ass plug and then helped him to his feet. “Let’s get you back to your cage slut." “There is a private party tonight that you need to rest up for; you have been specifically requested to serve with one other bottom,” Tanner commented. An evil grin spread across Tanner’s face as he continued. “The Dirty Hawgs biker club from Alabama will be here tonight and you get to be a party favor.” “They can get a little rough with their toys, but you have been exposed to that and will be fine,” he laughed.

Part 7 The ginger’s puckered hole gripped Rob’s cock and seemed to just pull him in. He would get into a rhythm and then suddenly switch it i up and ram it in just to get the bottom to clench on his cock. Rob was mesmerized watching his cock plow in and out of the hole before him. He would switch his gaze from the ginger’s ass to the video screen and back. The vision of seeing himself fuck on a big screen just turned him on more. Occasionally the screen would switch to the bottom’s face and when it did Rob would thrust harder to see the reaction and make the ginger moan. Some of the other Tops came closer to encourage Rob as he fucked. The chants of “Fuck him harder!”; “Show him who’s boss”; Tear him open” filled Rob’s ears. Occasionally a random hand would reach up to pinch his nipples or hold poppers next to his nose. As Rob looked at the screen in he saw a large cock with a Prince Albert offered to the ginger. The Top slapped the pierced cock across the bottom’s face who then greedily took the cock into his mouth. Rob looked away from the video screen to see the owner of big pierced cock. It was Jesse the bartender! Jesse and Rob stared at each other for a moment as they fucked the opposite ends of the ginger jock bottom. Jesse mouthed the words “Having fun?” Rob nodded raised both arms and gave the double thumbs up while power fucking the bottom for a moment, then settled into a slower steady pattern. He felt himself getting close. The ginger was truly milking his cock for all he was worth and as he closed his eyes to savor the moment he felt a tongue licking his ear and a then a slight nibble. “Ready to shoot your load stud?” asked Jesse. Realizing that he knew who was nibbling his ear, Rob just grunted and picked up his pace. Soon he felt the tongue push its way into his mouth, and though he normally didn’t kiss, he was lost in the moment soon was making out with Jesse full force. And then, he shot his load deep in the ginger’s ass. The applause and cheers bought him back to reality. As he pulled his cock out of the bound cum dump, Jesse asked him “How was that ass?” Rob replied that it was fantastic. “Well the hole seems to be quivering and begging to be filled again so I’m going to go next if you don’t mind.” Jesse lined his cock up and slid it into the freshly fucked hole. As he did he pointed to left and said to Rob “There’s a slut over there tied spread eagle practicing his deep throating skills; I’m sure he’d be happy to clean your cock off for you.” Rob smiled and headed off towards the recommended cock sucker. Rob soon found the cocksucker he was looking for. He was on his back tied to a bed with his head hanging over the edge. Guys would fuck his mouth and then rotate. Occasionally a Top would leave their cock lodged in the cock sucker’s throat just long enough to make him struggle to breathe. Rob wanted a turn and got in line. The guys in line took notice of Rob’s guest band and eagerly pushed him up to the front so he could go next. The sucker gagged slightly when Rob forced his cock down his throat and pumped. Rob felt the throat spasm around his cock as he drove it deeper and deeper. He kept this up for a few minutes then pulled out as he had seen the other guys do and moved back to the end of the line for his next turn. There was a tatted up biker in front of him. The biker looked back to Rob and welcomed to him to the party. “I hope they rotate this cock sucker to another area;” “I pissed fucked him a couple of weeks ago and he whimpered like a little pussy,” remarked the biker, “but he really does need to work on his deep throating and how to control his gag reflex so I understand why they started him here tonight; but the way he cries and looks so degraded when he’s receiving piss in his holes is priceless and such a turn-on.” “Good to know,” replied Rob, “I’ve never pissed up a guy’s ass but have recently discovered the pleasure of using a sub as a urinal.” It’ was Rob’s turn for the mouth again, this time he was a little more deliberate in making sure the slut sucked his cock properly and repeatedly tested him by holding his hard cock deep in his throat to try to elicit a gag response. Rob wasn’t quite sure whether those were tears running down the slut’s face or if it was just drool and cum coming from his mouth. As Rob finished this round he decided to go grab another drink and move onto another bottom; oral was great but he was ready to fuck another ass. He’d stop by later to see if this slut had refined his skills any after some more practice. As Rob headed for the refreshment stand something caught his eye. There were two young guys lined up side by side bent over what looked like a padded sawhorse. Their heads and arms were restrained in stocks. Each was being aggressively fucked from behind. The drink would have to wait; Rob needed to get into this action. The pair had very similar swimmers bodies, lean and tight. What probably made them look even more alike was that they each had been shaved completely smooth except for the hair on the top of their heads. One was blonde and the other brunette, but from behind you didn’t see much of their heads because of the stocks except when they jerked their heads up in response to a powerful cock thrust. When the bottoms bucked their heads up you could see they both were gagged with a bit gag strapped to their head. “Welcome to the racing station; my name is Cody,” a leather clad jock remarked as Rob walked up. Rob was a bit confused by the reference to a “racing station”, until he realized the two guys currently fucking the bottoms seemed to be competing with each other somehow. If one sped up his pace the other would follow. Both Tops would occasionally slap the asses they were riding as if they were literally in some sort of horse race. When the one riding the blonde shot his load; both stopped fucking and pulled out. The guy that had shot his load took a marker and made a tick mark on the blonde’s ass cheek. “Care to race,” asked Cody. “Since you are new I’ll let you pick which ass you want to breed.” “ Just a pointer though, as you can tell by the tick marks, Blondie has taken more loads so far tonight, so some might consider him the favored ass.” Now Rob understood what was going on, and in fact it almost seemed like a challenge to his masculinity. “I’ll take the brown mare then,” Rob shot back with a smile. Rob, stuck a couple fingers up the brunette’s ass, it still felt fairly tight and there was enough cum in there to provide a nice slick ride. He sized up his competition; Rob was clearly the winner in the cock department by an inch or two although they were similar in girth. It was clear Cody worked out but was only about 5’8” tall so Rob thought his extra height would be an advantage as well since he would have a better angle to fuck. So with the combination of the physical advantages he had and the level of horniness he was feeling right now, Rob was confident he had the challenge in the bag. The two competitors lined their cocks up at the awaiting holes as the audience counted down; “Three, two, one…FUCK!” Rob grabbed the bottom by the waist and plunged in. He really didn’t have a strategy, other than making sure the slick hole felt good on his cock. He did notice that brownie responded well when slapped on the ass. Each slap caused that ass to clench really tight on his fat cock. Cody seemed to be using more of a short and quick jack rabbit fucking style. Rob wasn’t sure if all the noise Cody was making was because he was getting close or whether it was just to throw him off. Whatever it was, it brought out the competitive streak in Rob and he fucked harder, faster and deeper. The noise his balls made when they started slapping against Brownie’s ass distracted his competitor. Rob noticed him watching so raised his right arm over his head and started swirling it over his head like he was riding a bucking bronco in a rodeo. "Yeehaa!" The distraction was temporary however, and Cody refocused his attention on Blondie’s ass and started plowing deeper. Within fifteen minutes, Rob felt his balls draw up and he shot several volleys of cum up Brownie’s ass and collapsed over his back. Cody wasn’t far behind and he unloaded in Blondie less than 30 seconds later. “Close race man, but looks like you beat me.” Cody handed Rob a sharpie and said, “Mark your win.” Rob had worked up a sweat after that fuck, but at the same time he was beaming with pride. He made his tick on the brunette’s ass and he and Cody gave each other a hug and celebratory pat on the back. Cody looked at Rob and said’” I want a rematch later tonight, let’s see how you do after these bottoms are loose and sloppy from a few more hours of taking loads.” “ You’re on Cody; but if this was an Olympic sport I’d always take the gold, so as long as you are satisfied with the silver medal….” The two laughed and hugged it out again. They moved aside for the next set of competitors who were anxiously awaiting their turns to fuck Rob needed that drink now, he was parched. In his mind he knew he needed to recharge if he was going to keep fucking at this pace.

I haven’t written in a while as all my last several fucks have been relatively ordinary, which is to say one-on-one, or at most getting two different loads by the end of the night, but that all changed tonight. I was horny as fuck, drinking wine, and smoking a couple of joints with some friends when this thick veiny-dicked dude called me, saying he wanted to come over to breed my hole. He’s an older man, 48, hairy, well built and with those cocks that for some reason have a protruding lower vein like some misshaped fruit, making the dick hard to ride and kinda painful but once it gets going it's clear he'll wreck the hole he is fucking. True to his word he came right over, but sadly didn't take long to cum. Still I rode him for a while, squeezing my asshole to make sure he opened me well, and as planned, he soon blasted his load deep inside my guts. Afterwards we chatted a bit while I checked Grindr where I learned a friend from school was going to the bathhouse downtown so I reached-out to him, suggesting we go together. He readily agreed. The only day the bathhouse opens all night is on Saturday, until 8:00 AM Sunday morning, so as to catch all the horny party men on the way home. I was cautiously optimistic I'd get several loads without the necessity of fending off rubbers. We got there and my friend and I walked into the dry chamber and I started to blow him. He’s got a really thick and curved dick, so I swallowed it whole and was soon jumping on top of it as seven to nine guys gathered to watch. I counted them as I checked out their dicks, beckoning each one to come forward for a blow while I got fucked. While most of the guys were receptive to my invitation, there was one man who was playing shy most didn’t come over, but eventually he stepped forward and, after some effort, I had his exceptionally long, monster dick which I finally got down my throat, as the man's balls bounced against my chin. After several minutes of working monster dick, I decided to give my jaws a break, so I released the monster dick as I also slid off my friend's cock, and turning around, decided I'd finish off my friend with a blow job. The monster dick, however, was not so easily the discouraged as, without any preliminaries, the monster dick slid into my ass, giving me a vigorous fuck. The audience was getting bigger, and another guy approached us and took my hands towards his cock, which was thick, veiny, long, big - in short, a cock I'd be happy to breed me. “I’m about to cum. Where do you want it?” asked the monster dick in my ass. I couldn't effectively answer him as I was deep-throating my friend. Instead I reached behind myself, grabbed him about his waist, and did my best to hold him steady until he blew. Moaning and grunting, the man stood still until his balls released his sweet liquid in my guts. Two loads so far. Not a bad day. He withdrew and to my great pleasure, the thick, veiny, long cock I noticed earlier slid into my ass. It may have hurt like hell, but the idea of having a dick stirring the two loads inside me helped me take it like a man. He fucked me for a while and was soon announcing that he’d cum soon. “You want it? Beg me for it”, he commanded. Fuck, is attitude got me going. The're nothing like a man who recognizes another's need to be recognized as a cumwhore. “Breed that hole, man, leave that load deep and don’t pull out till every drop is in me”, I said, making sure I was heard. He groaned, moaned and was soon awarding me with my third load of the night, withdrawing only after I relaxed my ass muscles, releasing his cock to make its departure. After this I stood-up, stretched, retrieved my towel and walked straight into the little dark room that’s next to the first floor terrace, hoping as I did so, that some of the crowd would follow me. As soon as I got in a found his big bellied hairy guy just sitting there in the darkness with a really low hanging dick. I was soon on my knees deep-throating that soft meat, that sadly wouldn’t get hard for another while. Fortunately I saw a skinny shadow come towards me. The skinny guy thoughtfully guided my hand towards his crotch where, hot damn, I found more big dick. It was amazing. He turned me around, pushed my head down to continue sucking on the big bellied guy and shoved his dick in my ass. Fuck yes, another big dick was now stirring the three loads in my hole. He fucked me hard and fast, being really loud with the grunting and making sure our skins clapped against each other. A crowd formed in the darkness, and people kept trying to grab my chest and arms and hard dick. When the grunting and moaning got more intense and then quickly subsided I turned around with him still in me and asked “Did you fill that hole good?” “Fuck yes,” he replied, a note of satisfaction in his voice. Abruptly I heard someone moan in the darkness as one of the onlookers came. How the exchange between me and the top could get someone off in a dark room is beyond me, but who am I to judge? He pulled out and I felt something big open my ass. I couldn’t fucking believe I had another big dick mixing up his DNA with the other four loads I had inside. I sensed this guy was older, and his dick was something out of this world - one of those huge cocks that completely fills-up and stretches open a bottom's cavities. The guy leaned over, presenting me with some welcome poppers, giving me time to take several huffs before he proceeded to plow me hard, using a methodical, rhythmic pattern of thrusts that reduced me to a true fuck hole. It was fucking perfect. He asked me for the poppers back and took a hit, telling me he’d come soon. I said aloud “Please fill that hole, sir,” and he followed suit in perfect order. Now, five fucking loads one right after the other from five fucking big dicks don’t happen often where I live, so I had to cherish the moment. Another dick walked behind me and I felt someone lean on me and whisper my name, asking “How many loads to have there, you cunt?” I knew it was my buddy, who I had accompanied in this trip to the bathhouse. "Five," I replied, a smile on my lips. I sensed he was jerking himself off fast, and his cock head was colliding with my ass lips. “Get ready for the sixth,” he said, shoving his terribly thick dick in me. His cock was that which pushed me over the line: I went from spongy to rock hard in seconds, and a load blew out of my cock within a minute or so, leaving the room redolent with the smell of cum, sweat, poppers and ass juices. I turned around and we kissed, celebrating a very successful visit to the bathhouse. After that I got my towel, walked out of the little dark room, took a shower and called a taxi. I'm now heading to bed, the DNA of six different men swirling inside my ass. I can only hope not much will cum will show-up when I make my bathroom call tomorrow morning. Wish me luck.

I am a female but i was molested by my granny from age 4. I loved it all. I am a total perv because of her. She was married to a molester who molested my dad and she allowed it....but he died and she continued. I would love to phone about it

This happened about 20 mins ago.... traveling for the weekend on my way back to Tampa and we all needed to get out and stretch our legs. We all sat there bullshitting and such and finally I departed the group to use the restroom. First of all this shit NEVER happens to me. At bookstores and cruise parks yes, but not random rest stops. Anyway, as I walked in to the restroom, I thought nothing of the guy taking a leak in the last urinal, i step up to the one 2 over and proceeded to do my thing. I couldn’t help but glance, I think it happens subconsiously sometimes. Well he caught me, then looked over his shoulder (assuming checking for other guests) and showed me stroking his cock. He nodded his head to the stall and I followed. Closed the door I sat down and began to nibble on his foreskin, running my tongue under his hood and as much as I wanted to savor this I knew I didn’t have much time so I just engulfed his cock down to the base. He was precumming like mad and it tasted so sweet. He started to show those telltale signs someone was about to blow their load. So I increased my efforts, I wanted him to feed me that load. All of a sudden he pushes my head back( shaved head so I don’t have hair to pull) and whispers I want to fuck you. I shook my head no I don’t have time, he pleaded, he is so close he just want to cum from fucking. He then said there is a family restroom. He didn’t take much to twist my arm so I followed. Inside he squeezed a huge dollop of Pre-cum and slide his finger over my hole as I was bent over the sink watching him in the mirror. I had no lube and no poppers so this was gonna hurt. But when the hunger strikes you feed it. He spit on his fingers and added more to my hole and then spit on his cock trying for some type of lube. I pushed my ass out and he squeezed another doll up of Pre-cum on my hole smearing it with his head. He applied pressure and I started to open, but fuck it hurt but we proceeded. Finally all the way in he pumped like 3 or 4 times and the grunted as he flexed his hips filling me up. He thanked me and we got dressed and walked out, I saw him go to another car and a woman was waiting, my friends questioned if I was ok and I feined stomach problems. Now I sit here in the back seat typing my story out on my phone with a sore hole, the fuck wasn’t for me it was for him, but I still got the load. I can feel it inside me and my cheeks are cummy.... you know the feeling I am talking about.... WHAT A GREAT NIGHT... this shit never happens to me . Sorry for any errors like I said back seat passenger

I have a regular bud, a great guy, with a BBC, which, though we've not measured, must be about 10 or more. He fucks like a champ, goes real deep, and always gets past my second ring, which is where he unloads - and where I want it. It's awesome every time, and I drip pre-cum for hours knowing that I'm going to get that big big dick deep in my guts, and that's where he's going to leave his seed. A day or two later, I go for my longest dildo - about 12 inches, just to get a similar experience with my second ring. Not the same, but still like no 'ordinary' fuck (nothing wrong with those, but getting past that second sphincter drives me crazy). Wondered about other guys' experience with their second ring?

I met up with a Tall Black Muscled guy I had met on A4A. When I got to his place, after serving me a drink, I knelt down in front of him. When I pulled off his boxers his dick was already huge in its semi state. A little oral attention got his dick rock hard - and it was monstrous. Least 11 is not 12" and thick. It was the thickest dick I've had - along with a corn-fed White farm boy from Iowa years ago. I worked my way up to nearly taking it all in with fast deep swallows - honestly I was really thinking about getting it unbelievably wet (which I did) in preparation for my ass. When he motioned me on to the bed I was so worried how it would proceed. I laid on my stomach across the bed with my head over the edge leaving me the ability to huff poppers. I huffed until I was spinning just as he got on top of me and entered my ass stretching my hole wide. I went back to the poppers cause it hurt like hell. He laid his body on top of mine and he kept pushing the rest in. That was the first experience with the second ring- I never felt it before and def wasn't prepared but It was hot still. He fucked me all over the bed - in that laying on stomach position. He finally nutted deep after 1/2 hr.

Chapter XV Well, it has now been over two months since I got fucked by this massive cocked stranger and my boy just a short time after and we had been told the guy was poz. Had not been able to get ahold of him since either. My boy and I keep thinking and talking about that massive cock and how great it felt in our holes. Neither of us has had any kind of symptoms, no 'fuck flu' or anything. We are thinking of getting tested in the next couple of days to see if anything shows up. Meanwhile, every time we talk about it we have amazing sex. Best times we have ever had together, even if our work schedules still seem to not mesh well at times. Today, now, out of the blue, I got an email from the poz guy. 11" of thick cut beautiful cock poz guy. yum. He started with the usual small talk asking how we had been and so forth and how busy he had been. He included, finally, a really nice pic of his cock too. Then he dropped the bomb on me. He told me he had been fucking with our minds and had been on meds and was totally undetectable when he had fucked us both. Told me he was pretty sure we were holding our breath waiting for symptoms that probably were never going to come. He added a LOL to that. I let out, I am sure, a very audible gasp or sigh when I read that. He wasn't done with the shocks though. He went on to say that fucking us had been so hot and telling us he was filling our holes with poz cum he could hardly think of anything else. Since fucking my boy, he had went home thought about it and threw out his meds and had not taken any in the last two months now. He had went for testing a couple of days ago and his Viral Load was over 200,000 already and now he wanted to really fuck us both and make sure we did get pozzed. He went on to ask when we could be ready for it? What the hell, we really had not wanted it in the first place or did we? He told me to let him know soon as his vl would keep going up for us. He signed off saying; from your best and wildest dream man waiting to make you both free. I immediately signed off, gasping for breath. What the hell? He was about the hottest fuck ever but POZ, I didn't want that I didn't think. I had basically went wild when he told me originally, so maybe I did want it? I would have to talk with my love about this and could hardly wait for him to get home. It seemed like forever, but was only a couple of hours later when my guy came home from work. I immediately told him I had something to show him. I opened my emails up and had him read the ONE. By the time he was done reading it, he was just like me, breathing hard and trying to grasp the idea of this crazy scheme being proposed to us. After reading this we both just sat and stared into each other's eyes for a long time. I don't think either of us could quite get our minds wrapped around this. I know we were both relieved to hear we were not likely to be poz but was also sure that we both could not stop thinking how hot the fucks we had had from him had been. After what seemed like an eternity we leaned together and kissed and ended up stumbling into the bedroom and almost ripping each other's clothes off and then my boy was deep inside my hole and pounding away hard and fast with his cock. He pummeled my hole mercilessly for a good half hour before ramming his hardest three or four more times and burying his cock to the hilt as he filled my hole with his cum. We laid there for a long time just kissing and caressing each other's bodies then. We then fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms to dream of an 11" poz cock reaming our holes---or maybe not? We had a hard decision to make now.

Hardly a porn star, more like a porn tourist, but... I did a scene for Triga here in the UK. On the DVD 'Fucking Gangsters - Extra Dealings', opening 60-minute scene. Watersports, group sex, licking feet and trainers/sneakers, fucking and ending with me being bukkake'd. The fucking wasn't bareback, but kinda faked in the edit to look like it... Did a couple of other scenes for some obscure pay-per-view sites, but they never went anywhere. The Triga one I did get recognised from for a while - Triga sells widely in Europe - which was cool. That was a few years ago. I'd do porn again in a heartbeat, especially if it was bareback porn. A TIM scene would be ideal, but probably I'm out of age range by now. Anyway, for fun, here's two screen caps of the Triga scene where I'm being fucked and pissed on!

Part 4 -The Final Scene (or just the beginning) I sucked in a gasp of air when I looked up and saw the most perfect man I’d ever laid eyes on. I believe the expression is ’built like a brick shithouse’. Short dark hair, olive skin, bearded, dark eyes deep enough to drown in. He wasn’t a wall of muscles, though I’m sure most of his bulk was muscle, but he didn’t look all bulging and ripply. Well, some parts were bulging. He just looked impressively big. And sexy as fuck! My hole began to quiver in anticipation. It was already trashed beyond recognition, but I still had the inexplicable urge to get fucked again by this hunk of a man. A kind of crooked grin spread on the big man’s face, and he slowly walked over, looking down at me. He crouched down and looked me in the eyes, hard and deep, then said, “You might have let all of my friends use that pig hole of yours, but I used it first. You belong to me,” in a voice so deep and husky I almost didn’t pay attention to the actual words he’d said. Holy fuck! This is the first guy who raped me tonight! He’s the one who got this all started. I don’t know if I should hate him for doing it, or love him for getting the ball rolling. I guess the look of shock and arousal showed on my face and he grinned down at me. “Good, I knew you’d want more.” He stood and turned around to Mr. Mean and Average Guy and said, “You guys are done with him tonight. He’s mine. I fucked him first -that ass belongs to me.” Apparently he was the big man on campus, because they both just nodded. “You still have my DNA in you from earlier?” Mr. Perfect asked me. I shook my head nervously, sure that he wouldn’t be happy to hear that. “What the fuck did you do with it? You didn’t douche it out, I hope. That was prime viral cum I gave you -you don’t waste that shit.” “I made him push it out and lick it up,” Mr. Mean told him. He looked back at me and smiled. “Well, at least it’s in your belly. Let’s get some more baby makers in you,” he said, stripping quickly and getting on his knees behind me. At this point my ass was so stretched that I didn’t feel any pain when he entered me. The large dick head popped into my cum-sloppy hole and he let out a sigh. “Well you guys loosened him up nicely. He damn near strangled my dick earlier,” he said to his friends, now feeding my ass the entire shaft until he was balls deep in me. He held my hips, pulled back and then slammed full-length into me. He did this several times, slow and methodical. He was owning my ass, and making sure that my ass knew who it belonged to now. He sped up and pumped my hole hard and steady for a couple of minutes and then held deep. I could feel his giant cock swelling as it spewed toxic seed deep into me. “There, you got a quick load from me. Now let’s put that DNA to good use,” he told me. He didn’t get soft even for a moment, and then just went on fucking and pounding me, roughing my ass up even more -if it’s possible at this point. He was bound and determined to make sure that his viral cum got into my bloodstream and got me pregnant. And as that thought swirled around in my mind, I became so horny I began to thrust back onto his huge meat, my wet ass making loud smacking sounds every time his hips slammed into me. That seemed to really get him turned on, and he motioned his two friends to come over and have me suck them while he fucked me. I’ve never been so full in my life. His cock was like having 2 in my ass, and at some points I had both cocks in my mouth at the same time. Double stuffed! I was in pig heaven! Exhausted, and sure to be sore for days, but this feeling was better than anything I’ve ever known. And every time I reminded myself that I got toxic seed from all of these guys blasted deep inside me, it only seemed to urge me on. Now I craved it and wanted more! I kept shoving my ass back onto that monster cock, impaling myself, and enjoying every filling second of it. The guys I was sucking decided that I should swallow their loads at the same time, so they jacked their dicks right to the point of blowing, then jammed them into my waiting mouth. Even after having already blown loads, they shot a very impressive amount of cum in my mouth. I struggled to keep it all in my mouth, but I didn’t want to lose a drop. I didn’t swallow it, though. They pulled their sensitive cocks from my mouth, and I clamped my lips shut to avoid any spillage, and then I savoured their HIV cum as it rolled around, slithering over my tongue and pooling underneath it. The guys knew what I was doing and seemed to get off on it. “He didn’t swallow our loads yet, he’s enjoying it in his mouth first,” Mr. Mean told the big guy behind me. That seemed to spur Mr. Perfect on, and he really let me have it, holding nothing back now, using my hole to get himself off again. “You’re such a good fucking cumdump,” he growled, grabbing my hips harder as he slammed into me more relentlessly. “Don’t’ swallow those fucking loads until I’m cumming again, got it?” he asked. I just nodded, and continued to ram my ass back to meet his hard thrusts. We were fucking like two wild animals, both of us grunting, him growling, and drenched in sweat. The entire area stunk of cum and sweat -I wish I could bottle that smell and wear it every day. Finally I could tell he was about to cum, and then he gritted his teeth, growled like a bear, pumped my hole hard and fast and then froze and held deep. “That’s it, take my toxic DNA inside you,” he told me. “Now swallow those loads, you little cumpig.” I let them slither down my throat, slowly, enjoying every drop of it. The taste of those loads combined with his huge rod jammed deep in my hole finally pushed my body over the edge and without touching my dick, I blew. Shot after shot of my own cum splattered the plastic sheet beneath me. “Fuck, man, the pig just shot off without touching his dick. What a whore!” Mr. Mean howled. Then Mr. Perfect leaned down and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight to his chest, and whispered in my ear. “That ass belongs to me now. If it didn’t happen yet, I’m going to get you pregnant with my charged load. You’re going to get HIV and be my poz pig. Got it?” He might as well have been reciting romantic poetry in my ear because all I could feel at that moment was excitement. And horny. He pulled me back a foot or so from where we knelt, and then shoved my face down to the plastic to lick up my load. When I had gotten it all, he pulled me back to him, turned my head and, for the first time, kissed me. His tongue explored the inside of my mouth, massaging my tongue, and trying to taste as much of my load as he could. “Mmm, you’ve got some tasty cum, there, whore,” he said to me. He gently eased his semi-hard cock out of my trashed hole. “Get your clothes on. You’re coming home with me,” he added, giving my ass a quick slap. “My little poz pig.”

PART 3 Conrad looked up at me and smiled. His legs were still wide open, and a pearl-size drop of cum escaped his hole. I pushed it in with my finger, and he moaned. “Sit up, boy,” I said. “Take three nice hits off the pipe for your big bro. I’m gonna get us ready for a night at the baths.” I heard the click of the lighter as I grabbed a white jockstrap from the laundry basket, giving it a quick smell and catching a whiff of cum, sweat, and piss in the fabric pouch. I threw it to Conrad. “Here, bud—wear this,” I said. “It’s only slightly used.” He nodded as a dense cloud billowed from his mouth. Meanwhile, I grabbed my playkit, threw on a T-shirt, and pulled my gym shorts over my cock—still rock-hard and glistening with fresh poz seed. The mesh fabric strained around my erection, pulling on the elastic and revealing just a little bit of the thick patch of hair above my cock. I heard the boy hit the pipe a second time, then a third, as I prepared another dose of G in the kitchen. I brought him the dose as he exhaled smoke from his nose like a regular chemwhore. “Drink up,” I said, “then put on those shorts. But leave your tank top here, OK? I want everybody to see my lil’ bro’s hot fuckin’ body.” He nodded, gulping at the G-laced soda before pulling his shorts over the jockstrap. The waistline landed about one-third of the way down his bubble butt, revealing a bright-white band of elastic. “Good boy,” I said, lighting up the pipe and sharing the smoke with him in a deep, hungry kiss. “Now let’s go feed your hot little butt.” He practically ran to the bathhouse, stopping every 50 feet or so to keep his shorts from slipping to the ground. Finally I grabbed his hand, unbuttoned the top button, and let the shorts fall. He shot a worried glance my way. “Don’t worry, bud,” I said with a triumphant grin, opening the front doors to the bathhouse. “Nobody here’s gonna complain.” My buddy Rick was on duty at the ticket window. As Conrad and I approached, he gave the kid a once-over and laughed. “Holy shit, dude,” he said to me. “This one's gonna be good.” “It already is,” I said, showing him one of my fingers slick with cum from Conrad’s hole. Rick practically licked his chops. (He was one of my regular top buddies, and he especially loved sprinkling a layer of T on his raw poz dick and sliding it inside a faggot’s wrecked, dripping cumhole.) As he secured a room for us, I glanced back at the guys standing in line. All of them craned their necks to see my boy leaning against the counter in his jockstrap. I pulled his ass apart, revealing a trickle of cum running down his leg. That earned a few grunts of piggy appreciation. Then I whispered in my lil’ bro’s ear: “Keep spreading it, boy. Be proud of your hunger.” He nodded eagerly, reaching back and showing off his smooth, knocked-up boyhole. One of the dudes in line responded with a single word: “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” “The sling room is taken,” said Rick. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited there at some point.” (He gave the word “point” a little extra emphasis, followed by a wink.) “Anyway, I managed to get a deluxe room for you. Come on through and let me check your bags.” We walked through the security door, and I put my playkit on the counter. Rick opened it up. I'd packed everything I might need for a night of poz-fucking: a row of prepared points, a large dimebag full of T, a needleless syringe for administering booty bumps, and a water bong. “Looks good to me,” he said with a smirk. Then he leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. “I’m off at 6 am. You’re welcome to come by my place when you’re done here.” Rick often hosted a group at his place on Sunday mornings. It was always a good crowd—mostly because he would recruit the hottest partyboys from the bathhouse by giving them a glimpse of his big dick while “checking their bags.” I gave him a nod. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “He’ll be very ready for you by that...point.” “Point taken,” said Rick with a smirk. “Now get to work.” As Conrad and I began walking down the hallway toward our room, I put my arm around his shoulder, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “If you see anything you like, just let me know. OK, buddy?” “Yes, big bro,” he answered, causing my cock to nearly spring out of my shorts. We walked past the hot tub, where some kid sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, his hole eagerly riding a Daddy's raw cock. The kid was clearly tweaked out of his mind, and I could hear the top muttering a steady stream of pigtalk as the kid bounced hungrily on his dick. Conrad stopped and stared. “Don’t worry, buddy,” I said. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re in for.” We turned the corner. Ahead of us, leaning against the wall, a furry guy in his mid- to late 20s stood watching the men walk by. He was wearing nothing but a towel and a camouflage ballcap. I thought to myself: this is what Conrad might look like in a few years. The dude sported a little more muscle, a spray of hair across his pecs, and a clear treasure trail leading from his abs to the towel wrapped around his waist. But that's not what really caught my attention. No: what caught my attention was the giant red-and-black biohazard tattoo just above his left nipple. And then something happened that blew my fucking mind. Conrad saw the dude standing there, let out a little whimper, and made a beeline for this total fuckin’ stranger. And without a word, he placed his tongue on the guy’s nipple...giving the biohazard tat a long, slow lick. The dude grinned, placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s head, and encouraged him to keep worshiping the mark of poz brotherhood. Then he looked over at me. “This your boy?” he said. “Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’m Sloan. This is Conrad.” “Jason here,” he said. “But before we go any further, he needs to be clear on one thing.” “What’s that? “My tattoo isn’t gonna give him what he wants. Only one thing is gonna do that.” He pulled the towel away from his waist, and his fat uncut cock swung forward, its head grazing my lil’ bro’s abs. Conrad whimpered again. I leaned over to give Jason a long, sloppy kiss. “Come with us,” I said. “I wanna see you help my boy earn his tattoo.” Conrad broke away from his poz-worship, and the two guys followed me to the room. Once inside, the boy dropped to his knees and began noisily and shamelessly slurping on Jason’s poz cock. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. That G is definitely kicking in. “Goddamn,” said Jason with a laugh. “You got this kid fuckin’ blitzed, huh?” I answered with a proud nod. “Nice,” Jason said, then lowered his voice. “So…how are you guys partying?” I raised my eyebrows, then gave Jason another deep kiss as Conrad kept trying to devour his cock. “Fuck, dude,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s one of my favorite fuckin’ questions.” (As most partypigs know, the only people who ask “how you’re partying” are slammers—so Jason was not only a hot poz fucker, but a slampig too.) “Oh yeah, fucker?” he said with a smirk. “You been playing darts with this boy?” “Not yet,” I answered. “But in a few minutes, he'll be getting his first fuckin’ slam.” I took Jason’s hand and guided it to Conrad’s hole. His finger made contact with the warm seed slowly dripping from my lil’ bro’s knocked-up cunt—and with that, Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in appreciation. “That’s poz load #1,” I said. “My load. I got this kid high and pounded his virgin cunt full of seed. And of course he’s hungry for more.” “Of course he is,” Jason said. “Listen—I’m here with my poz Daddy, the dude who knocked me up about a year ago. We’re in the sling room. We love getting negboys on their backs, slamming ‘em up for the first time, and transforming them into little poz cumhounds. You wanna join us?” I flashed him a wolfish grin, then leaned over to kiss him again. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself,” I said. “Fuckin' A. Let’s go create a slampig.” MORE SOON…