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Last week I had an early meeting in Edinburgh. I couldn't get a train early enough to get me to Edinburgh in time for the meeting and so I travelled up on the afternoon before, booking an AirBnB apartment for the night. Some years ago I spent quite a bit of time in Fife and spent many evenings in Edinburgh, enjoying the gay scene, including No 18 sauna. It's neither the biggest or most up to date sauna, but I loved the slightly seediness of both the sauna and some of its clientele! When I booked the apartment I made sure the one I chose was in walking distance of No 18, thinking I'd spend the evening there. I'd read that the building that housed the sauna was to be sold shortly, and it's still not sure whether the new owner will keep the venue open, so I thought I'd have an evening there for old times sake! Over the years I've started barebacking more and more, although my local sauna in the Midlands always seem to have far too many bottoms and I'd not been fucked in probably a couple of years. So, despite taking raw seed for many years, and fucking guys bareback, I've remained neg, probably more by luck than judgement! I'd considered getting PrEP a few times, but the small-town GUM clinic at our local hospital didn't seem to believe in the benefit of it and haven't been forthcoming in providing it. Not wanting the expense of buying it out of pocket, I was therefore still unprotected unless I used the dreaded condoms - that I detest. Condoms had also become less available in my local saunas - another excuse I know, I'm not really a chaser but the risk was also pretty exhilarating! After showering, freshly shaving everywhere, cleaning out and popping a Viagra, I took the short walk in the rain to Albert Place, glad of the heat when I entered the familiar entrance. I got the impression the facilities hadn't seen much attention in the years since I was last there, but it was warm and seemed clean. The guy on reception was quite cute and welcoming. I've always find the Scots to be very hospitable, and much more generous than their stereotype suggests. After stripping and putting my things into my locker I took a quick shower, having found doing so leaves my towel more secure. I found more guys in the sauna than I had dared to expect, particularly as on more than one occasion in the past I had found that sauna rather dead. I remembered in the past the place was pretty dead some nights. I returned to my locker and picked up my poppers and a small tube of lube, then I headed downstairs to the area where I expected to find the cubicles and dark room. An older, very skinny guy passed me on the stairs and took the opportunity to squeeze my cock through my towel, his touch and the V making my cock lurch. "Nice," he grinned, ‘I'll come and find you later." As I reached the darkroom my V induced hard-on was causing my towel to tent, and so I took my towel off and draped it around my neck as I waited for my eyes to become accustomed to the dark. A hand took hold of my hard cock, then a Scottish voice with a raspy, breathless element stated, rather than asked "You ready for some action." As he stroked my cock, he squeezed my left nipple with his other hand. Now, I have incredibly sensitive nipples that seem to be wired directly to my cock!, so I was not complaining. He moved me further into the pitch-black room where my legs found the edge of the padded bench on which I remembered having been fucked on earlier trips to the sauna. "Yeah," I answered, "but I really want to get fucked - at least the first time." His mouth was on mine. He had the stubble of at least a couple of days, and the taste of cigarettes was barely masked peppermint. As we kissed I ran my hands over his body. He too was skinny, his stomach paunched, with no real muscular definition. He had some lumps on his arms and back. I found his cock. It was hard, long, perhaps as much as eight or eight and a half inches. It wasn't too thick but was very veiny. I found the reason: he was wearing a tight cock ring behind his balls, balls that were large and as stubbly as his face. His cock head was hooded in a loose foreskin, the opening was wet with viscous precum. His fingers were at my hole. The lube I had used on myself before leaving the flat had dried a but, but fortunately the Vaseline I'd added was still slippery. "Will I be your first today?" he asked, pressing a finger inside me. "Yeah, if we fuck you'll be my first today." Then I felt another hand on my balls. Although I could see nothing and no one, someone else was apparently there as my Scot with a raspy voice was fully occupied simultaneously stroking my cock and working my ass. "‘I'm ready to fuck a tight hole," he breathed into my ear. "Your's feels perfect. I'll prepare you for the other guys." "Shit," I thought, "his finger nails are sharp inside my arse. He's gonna leave me sore," I thought. The second and third fingers he slipped into my ass quickly induced my hole to open-up properly, although the pain his rough, dry fingers was causing was considerable. A mouth found my cock, which left me thinking three guys were working on me. Next thing I knew I was turned around and pushed down to sit on the bench. Hands pushed me onto my back and other hands pulled my legs up, my ankles rested on the wasted guy's bony shoulders, his cock head seeking out my arse. "I've got lube," I tell him. "My precum is all I want," he gasped in reply, his cock making contact with my hole. He pressed forward. I could feel his foreskin roll back as his cock head passed through my stretched sphincter. It hurt, but it was a familiar hurt. It would pass. The guy gasped and thrust deeper into my arse, my my hole stretching and pulling around his cock shaft. Idly I thought "Damn, I hope his cock doesn't rip me open." He leaned all the way over, bringing his mouth to my ear, which had the effect of pushing his stiff shaft further into my arse. "Fuck mate, my bare cock feels good in your cunt," he announced, adding "I'm gonna fuck you hard." For a second I wonder what I was doing. The man was quite obviously not well. I hoped he was on PrEP. I grasped my bottle of poppers and took two long draws, one through each nostril. The chemical reached my brain and all the anxiety evaporated. He pressed his bony hands against my chest to push himself into an upright position. With another gasp, he withdrew his cock, and then drove himself back in - hard. Reaching down, I was able to gauge his dry shaft still has a few inches before he was fully buried in my hole. Spitting in my hand, I managed to lube my hole a bit in an interval between his thrusts. This time, aided by my spit, his inward stroke allowed the thickest portion of his cock to pass through my sphincter. His pubes were now grazing against my balls. He commenced a slow, steady fucking, sometimes using short thrusts, other times pulling back until his foreskin was the only bit still inside my ass. I was fortunate my my arse tends to produce it's own lube, as the pain of getting fucked was short-lived, allowing me to enjoy the sensation of his cock massaging my prostate. I snorted more poppers, my head spun. Taking hold of his bony arms, I clutched him as his sweat dripped from his head, onto my chest, onto my face, into my mouth, and, even in my eyes. My hands migrated to his shaved head where I explored his skull. He slid a couple of fingers into my mouth. I sucked with pleasure. I wanted all of this man inside my body. Again he leaned forward, but this time he asked "Are" gasp "you" gasp "on" gasp "PrEP?" I didn't reply. Obviously I knew I wasn't. The question was "What should I infer from his question?" My head shakes side to side, not really saying no, rather just reacting to the ferocity of his fucking. It was dark,. I could barely make out the shape of his body. Again his lips were at my ear. "Hope your fucking PrEP is working mate," the commented, taking a slight break from fucking, his cock deep inside my hole. "‘I'm full blown AIDS mate, viral load off the fucking scale. And guess what? That pulsation you feel in your hole is my seven day load pumping into your fucking bowels!" I feel between his buttocks. Sure enough - his arse cheeks were clenching as his body pumped wave after wave of toxic semen into me. I opened my poppers again. One, two, three, four breaths of the chemical and my head spun, my heart pumped. I pressec my arse against his pulsating cock, clenching tightly to hold him in my arse, trying to fuck back against him. But he was spent, his sweaty chest rests on mine as his body fights for oxygen. After a moment his cock, now limp after having delivered it's payload, slipped from my hole. Pressing himself up, he gave me a kiss. His drool oozed into my mouth. "Thanks mate," he whispered. "Can my buddy have a go now?" I nod. "Yeah," I told him. "I'm ready for more." As he pushes away from my he slaps my arse. I feel another body move between my legs, lifting them to rest my ankles on two more bony shoulders. My anxiety returns, soon to be quelled by more poppers...

As I lie here browsing Breeding Zone, it occurred to me that I probably don't have that long left. With that in mind, why don't I tell my story? It all began 6 years ago in earnest, but the situation I find myself in has probably been set in stone for the entirety of my life. 6 years ago, this was me: I was 23, I worked hard on my body, and made sure I looked good. I was training to be a nurse, had a boyfriend, house, car, the lot. Life was going well, and the sex with my boyfriend was fantastic. However, there was a part of me that he could never fulfill. It wasn't a part of me that I ever thought would be fulfilled. I used to fantasize about being pozzed. The thought of it drove me wild. Only ever a small thing at first, a thought that would drift into my head on occasion if I was jacking off, but later it became all I could think about. The thought of toxic death being pumped into my hole - heavenly. The fantasies grew, and I used to jack off thinking about getting knocked up and then pozzing my boyfriend. Obviously I could never tell him this, and as much as I loved him he had a real bias against guys with HIV. I knew that this was a secret I had to keep to myself, but as I fucked his ass at night I used to pretend I was putting him to death as I cummed. Things changed when I got into work one cold, January morning. I was on assignment in a dermatology ward. Mostly spotty teenagers and old women with psoriasis. I was bored, and I'd told my boss at the time that I wanted a new challenge. "Good news, we're moving you", she said. I could tell she was delighted - she hated me, and the feeling was mutual. "Where am I going?" A smirk crossed her face - "There's a hospice downtown that needs a new nurse". Bitch. Hospice duty was notorious for being an awful assignment. Death all around, people at the lowest ebb of their lives. You were told as a junior nurse to try and avoid it at all costs. How ironic that that's where I now find myself... Anyway, off I went to the hospice. It was in a fairly run down part of town. I sent my boyfriend a picture that morning: And he sent one back: Fuck he was hot - I made a mental note to not even say hello when I got home that night - I'd push him into the wall and fuck his tight hole until I exploded. I messaged back, 'Make sure you're lubed by 6pm x' and put my phone away. I could smell death as I headed into the hospice, and my inappropriate horniness soon died away. It upset me, the poor souls in here at the end of their lives, but I tried to put on a brave face. My new boss was a mousy little woman, and you could tell that the stress of working in this place for years had got to her. She perked up a little bit when she saw me though. I could see her, looking at me in my tight uniform. 'You're barking up the wrong tree dear' I thought. We did the rounds, checking in on each patient. It was mostly older patients, and mostly women. I did my introductions and we checked vitals. "Now," the boss said. "This next patient - I want to warn you, this is a sad case. He is in the advanced stages of AIDS". I felt my cock jump, I couldn't help it. "This particular strain is a nasty one. No medications have worked for this patient. He was diagnosed as HIV+ 10 years ago. His condition has deteriorated at a phenomenal rate". Why oh why did I have such tight pants on? My cock was rock hard and I was praying she wouldn't notice. I moved the clipboard in front of my crotch. "He has no family or friends it seems," she whispered. "He looks awful, I'll warn you. You must take extreme caution around this patient. Gloves to be worn at all times please. He has a number of other STIs, but we can't treat them as we don't think his body could cope with the medication at this stage. He's very near the end". We walked in to see the patient. He looked awful. Skeleton thin, lesions all over him. He coughed, a long, raspy rattle that made it sound like his lungs were trying to escape through his throat. He looked over at me and his eyes lit up. He smiled a toothless grin. He was 50 but didn't look a day under 90. "Hello," he whispered. "Good Morning Mr. Pearce," the boss said as she pulled on some gloves. She nodded towards to glove box and I started to put on a pair. "Please..." he rasped. "Call me David". We did his vitals, which weren't great, and as I made notes I could see him staring at me. Mentally undressing me. My cock was aching, trying its best to force its way out of the fabric of my pants. What was I thinking? This man had a fast-acting strain of HIV. He was dying of AIDS. But my cock didn't care. It wanted him. I decided to be daring, and I moved the clipboard. I could tell he noticed my straining cock straight away. He licked his lips greedily. I put the clipboard back. "Who is your friend?" he said to the boss. "This is Nurse Bateman, he just started with us today". She had a way of talking down to patients that was starting to annoy me. "Good Morning David, nice to meet you". He flashed me a wicked smile. "The pleasure is all mine". We finished his checks and the boss gave him a little something to help him sleep. Before I knew it it was lunchtime. I hurried to the toilet and locked the cubicle door. My pants were down in seconds and I was milking my cock, thinking of David, imagining riding his toxic cock. I cummed hard, just as my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was the boyfriend. "How's the job going?" Just then, a wicked plan began to form in my mind.

Last load taken? WOW, Just got it today at an ABS in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Went in and wondered around a long time with no hits at all. Was about ready to give up when I went into one of the large rooms. Only a stool in there. Leaned over it, dropped my pants quite a ways, until my ass was hanging out through my jock strap I had on. In just a few minutes and guy walked in, dropped his pants and wham, out popped very nice cock at least 8" long and definitely big around. Beautiful. I turned around a little and sucked him all the way hard and slobbered all over that monster. Then turned around, bent over the stool, and he rammed it home. Didn't last as long at I wanted it but damn that big cock felt amazing in me. He filled me very full of cum. There was no discussion of status nor condom use. All bare and my ass full of cum. Been quite a while so it was fantastic.

Sorry for the long delay in posting the next chapter, but I hope you guys enjoy! Review of parts one and two: In part one, Rhett was initiated into gay sex and partying by some older men, one of whom becomes his boss, recruiting him as a drug dealer. In part two, he is happily dealing while working for his family’s handyman/maintainance company, and using his connections to find hot young guys to fuck. When one of his clients (Eddy) tells him he has a friend looking to get into the business, Rhett is skeptical but meets the guy. Mark is the son of a well respected, rich town leader, so Rhett is not convinced he should give Mark a chance, until he gets the teen alone and discovers that the boy is hot and desperate to break out of his squeaky clean image. Together, they work out a plan so Mark can prove himself to Aaron (Rhett’s boss) without his parents finding out, but it requires some help from Eddy. Eddy, who believes Mark has been cut off and needs the money to keep seeing a fictional girl out of town, agrees to recruit his housekeeper and provide an alibi for Mark. Rhett secretly steals some photos from Mark’s phone before Mark leaves. With no one around, Rhett took the opportunity to do some more tina and g with Eddy, then fucked his ass on camera, fantasizing about what he could do with Mark. (SEEN HERE) Part three: Trip To TempTaTion As I expected, Mark had avoided my calls and texts and even Eddy said he was acting elusive at school. Making sure he was last in before practice started and first out afterwards, Eddy kept missing him whenever he tried to get more details on when he’d need to provide Mark with an alibi. Luck and inevitability finally worked in my favor when the Montague family called and scheduled a visit from my company, so someone would get on their roof and seal off the ceiling fans for the winter and clean the chimneys before cold weather hit. My dad was flabberghasted at how speedily I volunteered to take the call, especially since it meant more work than I’d done at all my other calls that week combined. My truck was parked in the perfect position so Mark wouldn’t see it when he got home from school, so you can imagine how stunned he was to find me in his room sitting on his bed. I explained that I needed to talk with him and set up a time for his dealer exam, so I climbed in his window on my way down from the roof. He tried to feed me some lines about having second thoughts and worrying that his folks would never fall for it, but I cut him off. “Too late to back out now man,” I said, shrugging and leaning back on my elbows. “I told Eddy you’re gonna be his supplier starting next month. Even told him I won’t be taking his calls, since I’m handing him and the rest of his crew off to you.” “That’s fine,” Mark responded indignantly. “I’ll just tell them I almost got collared and I’m laying low til the heat is off. Or I’ll tell them I couldn’t get any cash together to cover the travel expenses.” “That might fly for a week or two bro,” I volleyed back at him. “But let’s be real: nobody will believe it once they see that you have no intention of going through with dealing. I guess Eddy and his bros were right about your lack of balls.” “They don’t think I’m a coward anymore,” Mark insisted, losing his momentum. “Not since they heard my dad threatening me.” “Dude, I’m not quoting them from a long time ago,” my smile widened, knowing I’d hit his weak spot. “I am telling you what they were saying two nights ago. Eddy practically offered to let me fuck him as long as he didn’t have to rely on you for his party goods. He told me his whole pack of bros agreed that you’d probably chicken out on the plan to get the stuff from the city, and back out of dealing before you even got started. Guess they’re right.” Mark looked crushed. He really believed he was getting close to making real friends with these guys, but I wasn’t exaggerating about how they’d respond once they found out Mark was too chicken shit to disobey Daddy, even just to get a chance to sneak out and spend a week fucking some hot Mexican pussy (which I would be sure to accidentally expose as another lie). Tired of waiting for him to come around, I stood up and turned to climb back down the ladder and pack up my stuff, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Okay,” his voice was filled with uncertainty, but his words were definite. “My Dad and Mom are spending a week on the coast when we take fall break next week. My brother and I are supposed to tag along, but they’re not too keen on the idea since this is a business trip and we’ll spend most of it at the hotel when we’re not paraded through business dinners and cocktail parties. I can tell them Eddy wants me to spend the week at his place, as long as I can find some excuse why I need to be there, like a big test or a ski trip or something. All I need to know is how much the favors will cost, where’s it gonna happen and how I should plan to get there after they drop me off at Eddy’s house.” “You sure man?” I asked while putting on my best ‘caring older brother’ face. “Cause this is your last chance to back out and keep on being a good kid. Once you do this, you’ll go from stiff to stud and nobody’s gonna think the same about you for the rest of high school.” “I’m positive Rhett,” Mark’s volume dropped and his quivery timber disappeared. Suddenly he spoke from a place of drive and desire to be a man in the eyes of his peers. “Tell Eddy my Dad will be calling him tonight to get the details so he better be ready. In the mean time, you’d better set up the location, playmates and party favors. Text me how much green I should bring and when and where we will meet.” --- From there it was almost too easy. Eddy’s housekeeper assured Mr. Montague that she would be supervising the boys the entire week while they took part in a youth retreat sponsored by Eddy’s church. Mark was a genius to tell his Dad he was going to a retreat that was really taking place, even more brilliant when you consider the remote mountain location would ensure he was out of cell range most of the week. Apparently his folks were nowhere near as suspicious as Mark made them seem. They accepted his excuse at face value and didn’t even insist on dropping him off at the church where the bus was going to pick up everyone going. --- The day of the “reTreaT” finally arrived, and right on schedule, Mark and his parents arrived at Eddy’s driveway, unloaded his sleeping bag and duffle, and sped off to catch their flight as Eddy and Mark waved goodbye. When they turned the corner and I lost sight of them, I turned on my truck and pulled out from behind Eddy’s garage, pausing for Mark to toss his stuff in the truck bed and hop in next to me, then heading off to endless possibilities. It was no accident that I hadn’t told Mark where we were heading to play, since I myself wasn’t quite sure until a day or two prior to picking him up. I knew I could have taken Mark to Dave’s house or any number of places that Aaron had set up, but I didn’t want Aaron to know about this particular “job applicant” just yet. He had the tendency to push pretty hard on the new hires, and I wanted there to be no way for Mark to be disqualified until I’d had a chance to see what I could get out of him. When I realized my place was too centrally located to ensure Mark’s continued presence, I began looking for places further out of town or even the next town over. As I pressed my cock through Eddy’s sphincter the night before Mark and I were supposed to meet, I remembered him saying something about a secluded place where he used to meet his girlfriend for the occasional night of fun. Between grunts and unintelligible pleas for me to stop or slow down, I managed to ask him where he used to take her, figuring it was probably the family cabin where he’d hosted the party where I first learned about Mark’s interest. Turns out his family owns some rental cabins a little further up the canyon only a few miles from the camp where the church retreat was supposed to take place. Pushing a little harder, both with my dick and my questions, I managed to convince him to give me the exact location and call the cabin manager and get one of the cabins reserved for a “friend” who was coming to town and needed a place to take a girl. Somehow the fact that this friend was coming to town at the same time that I was supposedly driving Mark to meet his girl in the city never raised any flags in Eddy’s mind, or if it did, he decided not to share his concerns (probably since every time he talked to me lately, he somehow ended up high with my cock up his ass). So we headed west, out of town, over the interstate, and up a small two lane highway into the foothills, where no one could reach us until I was sure I had gotten every last opportunity to make Mark have some fun. So far he had trusted me enough that he didn’t question our destination until we got far enough into the hills that his cell service cut out. “I figured you’d wanna do this some place private,” I told him, squeezing his knee in a reassuring manner that also reaffirmed that I was in charge. “so I got a cabin up in the hills. Don’t worry, it won’t be much longer now.” Ten minutes later, we pulled off the paved road and turned down a bumpy dirt street barely wide enough for the truck. Thank goodness no one was coming the other way, or I would have had to back up all the way to the turn off. The further we drove the more the trees blocked out the afternoon sun, which was close to setting soon anyway. A slow going five minute drive deposited us in front of a wood bridge, which caused both of us to hold our breaths as we crossed it and turned the corner. Suddenly the dark forest opened in front of us to reveal a beautiful two story cabin, lights ablaze inside. Lit no doubt by the caretaker, as requested by Eddy before he gave me the key. The instructions for the cabin caretaker also included stocking the cabin with plenty of drinks, both alcohol and non, food, and fresh firewood, and then leaving the cabin alone for the next 5 days. After we unloaded the truck and made our way inside, we took a few moments to familiarize ourselves with the layout before deciding what to do next. On the main floor, right off the front porch, was the kitchen and dining area, which included a nice new fridge, stove, dishwasher and microwave, all of which seemed totally out of place with the knotted wood cabinets and table. Beyond that was a large living room with two huge couches, a giant flatscreen tv hung over the stone fireplace, and some bric-a-brac on the end tables and coffee table. At the back of the cabin was a small bedroom, a bathroom with a shower, toilet and sink, and a stairway. Up the stairs was a nice sized loft overlooking the kitchen and living room, with a huge bed and nice sized closet and bathroom. Thoroughly impressed but trying not to give away that I didn’t know it any better than Mark did, I held back my shock and awe and just agreed a lot as Mark oooh’d and aahhhh’d over all the cool stuff we were seeing. I couldn’t help but smile though when I noticed the hot tub out the back door by the stairs. I had grand plans for both tubs forming in my head. “So, what’s the plan man?” Mark asked me, dropping onto the couch opposite me, after tossing his stuff on the bed in the small bedroom on the mainfloor. I didn’t plan for him to need his clothes this week anyway so it was fine if he thought he’d be sleeping in there. Silently I responded to his question by pulling my backpack up onto the couch next to me and pulling out a small zippered bag from the outside pocket. Inside there was a large bag of crystal, a straw, a torch and three pipes, one clear glass, one long blue glass and one bubbler. Since I didn’t want to scare Mark off, I chose the small clear glass bowl and began loading it with rocks from the bag. “You sure you wanna do this? Last chance to back out.” I warned, fishing out the torch and looking at the nervous teen next to me. He hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath, nodding yes, and closing his eyes. “Good, then open your eyes so you can see what you’re gonna have to do.” With some hesitation, he opened his eyes. Slowly I described each piece of the puzzle as I pointed them out. While he carefully examined the pipe full of tina, I took a towel from the small bathroom and wet it under the sink. Returning to the couch, I moved my stuff to his end and sat next to Mark, closer that two dudes normally would, making an excuse about being close enough for him to really watch me. Watching and listening as I demonstrated how to melt the rocks until they began to give off some clean white smoke, I could tell he was wishing he’d been smart enough to pull out a pad and pencil to take notes. Once I felt it was ready, I put the pipe to my lips and took a large hit from it, sucking down some of the best shit I’d ever sold, that I’d chosen especially for this occasion. Exhaling, I slowly released a giant white cloud from my lungs, surprising even me with the size and density of the smoke. “Wow…” was all Mark said as I turned and smiled at him, making like my huge hit was no big deal. I cooled the pipe in the towel for a second and asked him if he had any questions. Whether he did or didn’t, he sure as hell wasn’t going to ask me at that moment, since it was obvious to me that all he really wanted to do was run out the door, down the stone steps, across the rickety old bridge and straight back home to his sheltered little world. “Good, then it’s your turn Marky boy,” I said, shoving the pipe and torch into his hands. Shaking, he lifted the pipe and imitated my actions, trying once, twice, three times before finally getting the torch to light. Once it was on he started trying to melt the crystals, but kept forgetting to hold down the trigger, allowing the torch to go out. Laughing, I asked him if he’d like me to light it for his first hit. He blushed and nodded, but I made sure to tell him it was no big deal. “No sweat dude. I sucked my first time too.” (no pun intended lol) “you just hold the pipe near your lips and when I say go, start rolling the pipe slightly from side to side and inhaling, cool?” “Yeah, cool.” He feigned confidence, and I had to keep from laughing as I lit the pipe again. “See how I am holding the lighter just a little ways from the pipe?” I explained as I began. “I don’t want the crystal to get burned, but I have to get it hot enough to become a liquid, like it is now. Keep watching and you’ll see it is starting to smoke, so go ahead and start rolling side to side…there, not too far…nice…now put it to your lips and begin inhaling, as deep as you can…good…keep going…keep going…ok, now lower the pipe and exhale.” He coughed as a nice big white cloud spewed from his mouth and nose. I could tell he wasn’t used to smoking anything, even weed or cigarettes, let alone tina, but I knew this was really good stuff so it wasn’t harsh enough to choke or taste bad. More likely he was coughing from the psychosomatic urge in his brain that told him ‘smoking equals coughing.’ I handed him a water bottle from my backpack (laced with a small dose of ghb) and he downed half of it before he’d even stopped exhaling. As his breathing returned to normal, I asked him if he was okay. “Yeah Rhett, I’m fine *cough* just a lot stronger than *cough* I expected,” he told me, face red and breathing raged. “Maybe I’m better snorting it or someth*cough* thing like that.” “Snorting this shit is a bad idea bro,” I told him, taking another big hit for myself. “Trust me, smoking it is waaaay easier.” “If you say so,” his breathing returning to normal, I motioned for him to take another hit, but he waved it off, insisting I go ahead while he finish his water. “Okay, I’ll take another hit,” I said, putting his mind at ease, until I continued: “but why don’t I shotgun it to you? That way it won’t be as harsh as taking it all yourself.” “Shotgunning?” He repeated, making wonder if he was so sheltered that he didn’t even know the most basic of terms. “Yeah, you know, I take a hit,” I said, pantomiming the act. “then I exhale into your mouth and you inhale it and exhale back to me and so on.” “I know what shotgunning is man,” He said, indignant and defensive. Whether he did or not, who can say? “I just think it’s kinda…you know…gay, isn’t it?” “it’s not like we’re making out Marky,” I laughed and went to light the pipe. “All we gotta do is get close enough that you can suck down the smoke I exhale, no tongue, I promise.” “I guess.” He had little choice since I’d already begun my hit. Once I’d inhaled a large amount, I waved for him to lean in and turned to face him. He closed his eyes and I was tempted to plant one on him, but instead I moved in and began exhaling as he sucked in as much smoke from my mouth as he could. As I finished, he leaned back and let out a huge billowy cloud, with no coughing or choking at all. “Nice job bud,” I slapped him on the back and handed him the pipe. “How does it feel being a bad ass?” “Not bad I guess,” he smiled and blushed a little, embarrassed and proud to be braking the rules. “but I’m not really feeling anything man.” “Just take a few more hits and you’ll see,” I held the pipe to his mouth and lit the torch. He’d already forgotten how freaked he was to be smoking, so he took the pipe and waited for my signal to inhale. “this will be the best high you’ll ever have, trust me.” After that he began shotgunning with me after ever hit either of us took. There was no more coughing or balking at taking a hit, we just chatted and passed the bowl around, taking hits and brushing lips on each exhale. Soon the bowl was finished and Mark was flying. “Damn Rhett, I see what you mean,” Mark stood up and bound over to the kitchen to refill his water bottle and get one for me. “I feel fucking great! I feel like I could rip a phone book in half! And I am fucking horny as…as…fuck! When will this girl be getting here for us to play with? I wanna get her high and fuck her right in her fucking pussy!” “Slow down Mark,” I laughed and lit the fire place with the remote on the table in front of me. Pulling up the menu on the tv, I linked it to my laptop in my backpack and found a file full of amateur porn, mostly made by friends of mine so each video featured multiple guys and one or two girls, all smoking and fucking together. “Let’s just watch some porn and chill for a little bit and see how we do.” “Damn, are those dudes smoking tina too?!!?!?!” Mark flopped right next to me on the couch, eyes wide and locked on the guys on screen as they sucked down a bowl as some teen bitch suck their cocks. “Yeah man, some friends made this vid for me.” I loaded another bowl and melted it while walking over and turning up the thermostat. Between the fire and the temp set to 75 degrees, Mark should start getting hot pretty quickly, and more heat meant less clothes. “By the way, did you clean up like I told you?” “You mean like showering and using the…” suddenly he was shy again. “It’s cool man, you can say it: enema.” I smiled and acted like it was normal while I took a big hit. Mark licked his lips, hungry for the bowl as I exhaled. Reaching for it, I pulled it away and asked again. “So did you?” “Yeah, it was weird man,” Mark admitted, willing to tell me almost anything to get another hit from me at that moment. “But you were right it cleaned me out from top to bottom, and even though I haven’t eaten since last night, I’m suddenly not hungry anymore.” “Not for food anyway,” I added, watching the formerly naïve teen as he took a giant hit from the bowl. “Tina will do that to you. Plus it can make you need to take a dump really bad, so that’s why I had you use the enema, so you wouldn’t end up in the bathroom all night once the girl arrives.” “Awesome bro,” Mark said after pulling me in and exhaling into my open mouth. He smelled like mint toothpaste and bodyspray. On most guys I would find the scent tacky, but on this teen stud I could feel my cock harden as I inhaled. “Wow look at her go! That girl can really suck a dick!” We laughed and our focus returned to the tv, watching the girl suck the handsome young college guys. These ‘porn stars’ were actually my customers who I traded some meth in exchange for taping them tag team a girl they all knew would be down. I smiled to myself, remembering that three of the four of the boys had sucked me off since that day and I’d even fucked one of them a few weeks ago, but here on camera they seemed straight as hell, even as they occasionally jerked one another off for a moment or two. Whether Mark noticed this or not, I couldn’t tell you, since all he wanted to do was praise the tits, ass and body of the girl on her knees between them. Oh, that and smoke more tina. By the time the guys on the video had moved into the bedroom and were starting to prep the girl to get gangbanged, the temp in the cabin had risen enough that I was sweating pretty hard. Looking to my left, I could see beads of sweat forming on Mark’s forehead and neck as well, plus little dark patches under his armpits. Time to get the ball rolling. “Fuck it is hot in here,” I stood and tore off my ball cap and shirt, toeing off my shoes as I did. “Hope you don’t mind man.” “Not at all” Mark said, standing as well. “In fact, I’ll join you.” “Cool bro, you may want to start jerkin now Mark,” I encouraged the stripping boy to go further. “Tina can sometimes make you go soft and if you don’t warm up before ‘the entertainment’ arrives, you may not be able to participate in any of the fun.” “I’m not worried man,” Mark said, deflating my master plan as he stripped off his white sleeveless undershirt then reaching for the pipe. “I bought some viagra from a guy at school just in case.” Suddenly my spirits perked up again, imagining Mark cumming over and over with his drug-induced hard-on. In my experience, teenagers on Viagra could cum for days without ever getting fully soft, even if they were so high on meth they couldn’t remember their own names. To be certain he’d have enough for the entire trip, I asked him how many he bought, pretending like I might want one. Truthfully I was lucky enough to have a cock that seemed to only get harder on drugs. Aaron and Dave referred to it as “perma-stiffy” lol. I needn’t have worried though, since Mark was overly-prepared (as usual) and got 20 tabs, informing me the price went down when you got that many. Plus 20 could be explained as another drug he was looking to sell, so no one would suspect he might be using them himself. Asking me if he needed to take it now or if he should wait, I told him to go ahead and lose his pants and then he could bust the pills out, so he wouldn’t need to find them in the heat of the moment. Shy as always, he turned away as he lowered his jeans to the floor leaving him in a clean pair of tighty whiteys. My eyes took in the sweet, round globes of his ass as he walked to the bedroom with his folded pants and shirt before returning with his bag which he brought over and dropped next to the coffee table. Biting my lip to stifle a groan as he bent over to look through it, I felt my already stiff cock throb against my tight boxer briefs, the fabric stretching in order to hold my shaft down. I hadn't realized when Mark first dropped trou, but up close I could see that his sweat had created an almost see-through strip of cotton down the center of his butt and allowed me a semi-decent view of his ass crack, providing the slightest hint of dark mystery where I imagined his hole to be. In need of a distraction, I stood up and took a look at what he was unpacking from his bag. “Jeez Marky” my eyes bugged a little at the amount of crap he had crammed into the large duffle bag. “What did you do? Pack every piece of clothing you owned?” “Not quite,” Mark responded, not realizing I was exaggerating. “My dad and mom were insisting I be prepared for any activity that might occur on the ‘retreat’ which meant all kinds of gear for everything from chalk bags for rock-climbing to pads for mountain biking and even my speedo in case we swam any races! It was easier to just go with it than argue, so I have it all here.” “Wow, that’s…insane man!” I laughed and dug out a pair of snow-claws to attach to his boots. Mark joined in on the revelry, laughing and whipping out a pair of wrist braces. I followed with a bag marked ‘Mark’s sweatbands’ containing one for his head, two for his wrists and two for his ankles. My laughter caught in my throat as Mark one-upped me by pulling out his speedos in one hand and his athletic supporter including the cup in his other. He was too busy laughing and spinning them around on his fingers to notice me lick my lips at the thought of his hot ass in either pair. Not wanting to get him feeling too silly, I took that moments to suggest a drink for both of us, and asked what kind of booze he preferred. It didn’t take a genius to decipher his sudden change in mood to realize he wasn’t sure. “I’m gonna have a long-island ice tea Marky, want one?” I offered, eliciting a relieved head nod and visible relaxing of his shoulders. “Good, keep watching that porn and find that Viagra so you can take it with your drink, k?” With Mark distracted, he didn’t notice how much booze was going into the drinks I was making. My original idea was making the drinks with a small amount of ghb from the vial hidden in my sock, but I figured the disguised booze taste of a long island would allow him to get a nice buzz without realizing how much he’d had, and I would save the g for later, if I needed it. When I walked back into the room with the drinks, Mark was trying to get a hit from the pipe, even though there was nothing left for him to hit. We traded, me handing him the drinks, him handing me the pipe, and I loaded it while watching my victim…I mean friend down his little blue pill and half his drink in two gulps. “Damn man, you sure there is booze in this?” He asked, taking another big swig from his glass. “This tastes way better than any drink I’ve ever tasted.” “It’s got enough, trust me.” Smiling I handed him the fully loaded pipe and sat close enough that our bare legs were touching from the knee most of the way up the thigh. Unlike before, Mark didn’t move away or even flinch at the contact, much too focused on trying to melt the crystals like I had showed him before. Once they melted enough, he took a nice, big hit and turned and shot-gunned it to me without me even having to ask. I couldn’t have planned it any better than this. --- End of part three. In part four, Rhett will get Mark to do a lot of stuff he has never tried before and maybe even like it...

I just turned 20, but having a crazy work and school schedule, I didn’t get to celebrate my birthday, but I made up for it last night. I have class Monday-Thursday, and as I had the day off I decided I'd try to set something up. Now, I commute to school and still live at home, but I recently started working at a hotel which has the fringe benefit of affording the employees a discount on rooms as long as the reservation is within the same hotel group, meaning the hotel is owned by the same parent company. I also decided to take advantage of the discount and to make the reservation in the city where I attend college, which is an hour away from my home. Telephoning ahead I made a reservation and got the discount, which was great as I was afraid they wouldn't honor the discount given I'm less than 21, a threshold at some hotels, but everything worked-out. I had the reservation. In thinking about my plans, I can't honestly say I specifically planned an anonymous session as I didn't see myself as all that much of a cumslut. I couldn't have been more wrong. Anyway I checked-in, pulled on my jockstrap, and scrolled through Grindr. While I was hit-up by a few fuck buds who bred me here and there, none were readily available. Then I received a message from a profile which was blank, conveying absolutely no information. No age, no height, weight, status. Nothing. Just a dick pic of a cock which was easily nine inches. And it was as thick as a beer can. My hole twitched and my cock swelled hard at the sight of the cock. I needed it inside my ass. I replied providing with my hotel and the room number. The guy responded letting me know he was enroute, and would arrive shortly. He also instructed me to be ready, so that when he walked through the door I was on all fours and blindfolded. My initial reaction was trepidation, but my cock was so hard that I agreed to his terms. I unlocked the door, left it slightly ajar, placed a blindfold over my eyes and, stripped and ready, knelt on all fours on my bed. Upon hearing the door creak on its hinges my heart sank a bit. A stranger was in my room, and I was vulnerable as all hell. Fortunatelty before I could dwell on what might happen, a tongue licked my hole. My worries melted away as I pushed back on his tongue. My cunt was soon dripping from his spit. I heard him spit on his rod. His cock head slid into my hole with remarkable ease. My ass was pleased with the circumference of his cock. My slutty little heart was happy. His full cock is inside my hole and my cunt lips are gripping him for dear life. He’s a quiet fucker too. I feel his pace pick up and his cock is shooting his seed in my pussy. He rests on my back for a bit with his cock growing soft. I feel his shirt and his zipper against my naked body and realize this horny fucker didn’t even bother to strip down. Just unzipped and planted his seed. I hear the door close and get a message from him. He thanks me for letting him use my “sweet boy pussy.” And I thank him for his cum. I’m totally turned on by the anon scene at this point. I throw on a hoody and pull it up over my face. Just in my jock and a hoodie and waiting for my tops to come over. I get some messages from tops with profile pictures. And don’t get me wrong i won’t ever so no to cum in my ass. But the blank profiles sparked my interest more. It’s probably stupid and dangerous. But I just sent every blank profile “need more loads in my ass” followed by my room number. I ended up getting 8 more loads within an hour. I guess people love anon cumsloppy bottoms I have a total of 9 loads in my hole. (Some leaking out of course despite my efforts.) I’m still on Grindr with my ass in the air and I hear the door being pushed open. I put my phone face down and arch my back even more than it already was. I hear a belt unbuckle and pants drop to the floor. Soon after there’s a cock inside my well used hole churning a mess of loads in my asshole he’s the most verbal of the night. Calling me a pig ? and smacking my ass. He tells me repeatedly that I’m a good whore and he loves my cunt. He’s fucking me so hard and fast you can hear the cum sloshing around in my hole. He gives me a 10th load. Zips up. Says “thanks fucking slut.” And is out the door. I start playing with my cunt and fingering all the loads in my ass. I’m on my back and I hear the door open again. I quickly cover my face with a pillow and prop my legs up so this man can use my pussy. I recognize the thickness. It’s the guy who started this. He confirms this by saying “I needed more of your pussy man. Especially now that it’s used. He’s making an absolute mess and a lot of noise. (Actually it’s the cum in my hole making the noise.) and he gives me another load. This time he tells me he seeded my pussy he’s almost out the door when he turns around says “I was only quiet when I came the first time cause I wasn’t sure you wanted to be bred. But I know what I wanted. By the smile on your face I can tell you’re happy with yourself, whore. “ boy was he right.

For some reason, getting breed by a poz top has always made a explosion go off inside me. Well 6 months ago I was looking on Grindr and this hot guy kept at me to hook up. I finally gave in and we met in the woods that you can drive into with your truck and it's around the corner from my house. Well he ended up being 11 inches long and fat. He refused to wear a rubber even though I never told him he had to. It had been around 4 years since anyone had opened me up so I was extremely tight. All he used was the precum leaking from his anaconda to work just the head in. He had me laying on my back with my knees draped over his shoulder's, as soon as he covered my mouth he put all of his weight into my tight puckered hole and I must've passed out for close to a minute because when I came to he was all the way deep inside me. Can I tell you how fucking awesome it felt. He fucked me for about 10 minutes and in that time I came twice without having to touch myself. He was all the way in, up to his orange size nuts. I knew he close because his cock started getting rock hard and swelling up then he collapsed dead weight on top of me. It was jerking and I felt every drop shoot inside me like a fire hose. That made me cum once again but I was empty. Well 2 weeks later I get a message on Grindr and him telling me that I was his creation and to go out and spread the gospel.

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

So this is just the foreplay. Would love some feedback as there are so many directions to go after this. Thanks for reading. -sewerffag@gmail.com I’ll just get right down to it, cuz that’s what we’re here for right? So my meth dealer is fucking sexy/sleazy/I’d fuck him when I’m sober/I drool over him when high and is the kinda confident macho bro that knows it. I’d guess he’s right around 40 but his demeanor and look is younger, as if he’s not maturing past his early 30s. He works out plenty, and while he's definitely always high, he handles his drug well, so well that he’s made it apart if his swagger, upping his sex appeal (course this aspect probably only appeals to meth users). Now, he’'s definitely straight because he always has hungry, territorial bitches hangin on him when I come to pick up, but like most straight guys who know they're hot, hung, and have an inflated ego (false or otherwise) he teases the fags shamelessly. Whores for attention, and I’m a sucker for an attention whore. One Friday afternoon when I am over to pick up, I know he’s horny and in a mood because he is shirtless and wearing these navy blue Gym shorts (why is it always gym shorts?) that he sags, showing off some nice furry crack and about an inch of what looks like dingy CK boxer briefs. I’ve seen these shorts numerous times but it dawns on me just now that if he didn’t sag them so much they’d only fall to about mid thigh, peculiarly short for such a bro. In any case his huge cock flops visibly around in them when he saunters towards me, his muscled ass stretching the worn navy nylon in the back, and a few holes show flesh or underwear beneath. Without fail he always manages to bend over or squat at least once each visit in locations that are blatant appeals to my obvious faggot desires. Sure, he knows that I know that he knows I’d get on my knees and beg for it if he allowed me the opportunity, but what he doesn’t know are the all the diverse and extreme ways I would beg to service him. It is this knowledge, this indecorous depravity, that allows me to barely maintain my confidence around him. I was sure that if given the chance and motivation I could blow his mind by getting him to blow his load in 3 minutes or less, and change his life forever. The fucker sure gives me a run for my money though...those first few clouds he offers me, knowing I haven't smoked in a while so he can watch me go from composed business-casual gay to sweaty, needy, chemwhore in 60 seconds flat. I just can't help it. That bitch Tina immediately hijacks my brain, silencing any self control, dignity or hesitations and ignites a pathetic hunger, an inexhaustible need… My eyes (and my kunt) dilate, my cock twitches, and I salivate from both holes and my cock all at once. Unconsciously I rub my inner thigh and readjust my cum swollen balls and swelling cock. I know that I'm staring at him, at his muscles as he flexes his arms ripping the bong, the size of his hands, and then my eyes following the massive cloud he blows purposely down onto his crotch. The perfectly timed twitch of his cock through the swirling smoke, a trap I realize immediately when he snickers and my eyes snap to his leering back at me. Without breaking eye contact he leans forward, let’s spreading wider (those fucking gym shorts!) and passes me the bong. “Here ya go man, best shit I’ve had in a while. Been making me wicked horny all day. Take a couple good rips off that while I weigh you out.” I don’t even hesitate or don’t break eye contact till he smiles and looks away to go about our transaction. Torch clicks, crystal melts, chamber fills and I suck that bong like the glass cock it is. He watches me exhale a thick cloud even bigger than his and whistles. I’m already power lunging my 3rd rip when he leans back into his chair, folding his beefy arms behind his buzzed sandy blonde head and exposing those ripe pits. He slouches more, legs spreading further and crotch pushing forward even more and resumes his leering as I exhale... even more slowly this time, letting the smoke ooze from my mouth while meeting his domineering gaze. At this point I don't really care that he's smirking down at me, in fact it does exactly what it’s meant to: makes me want him, to submit to him more, helplessly falling deeper into his well practiced thrall. Now, as an unwavering, no reciprocation necessary, worshiper-of-cock kind of cocksucker, I have no problem dropping to my knees and servicing any man who knows how to put my grateful holes to good use but in my experience (or my assumptions) not many straight men really know about us faggots and/or just aren't interested. This guy though? I’d bet my left nut he knows exactly what to do with me. I pass the bong back to him and it’s then I realize there’s no one else in the house for once...just him and those fucking gym shorts with that big old dick print and some ripe fucking pits. Usually, I come in, give him cash, smoke a few hits and then leave, but this time he has invited me in, sat me on his couch across from him and is casually getting me twisted bong high. “So Cassandra thinks you’re a faggot” he states. “She says you’re kind occasionally come into her club cuz they’re still closeted and trying to play it straight in front of their bro friends. ‘They’re always so awkward and never want a lap dance but they always tip real well,’ she says. You ever had that experience?” He more insinuates than asks. “No actually, I embraced my faggotry at a young age so I never had to ‘fake it.’ More often I am the person those bros call when they leave the club. All horned up, buzzed, and looking to use some hungry hole or be serviced with out the emotional shit their women make them go through,” Hell if he thought he would catch me off guard and shame me into…whatever he had in mind, he thought wrong. This response shocked him for a moment as he coughed and sputtered out his cloud, looked at me dead on checking to make sure I wasn’t bullshitting him, and then smiled. “So after Cassandra told me this, I did a little research. Fuckin Tumblr opened my eyes real wide. I’ll admit I had no idea you guys really existed…and what really got me going is that you exist to worship, service, whatever the fuck I want. The moment you walked in today I knew Cassie was right and that you will gratefully do whatever I tell you.” The fact that this last part was a statement and not a question made me whimper under my breath. He passed me back the bong and said, “Finish that faggot. I can tell you’re about to loose your shit just being in my presence and for what I have in mind, I want you all ready to go. Then you can show me if you faggots are worth a real man’s time. “

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.

Been a good two + months since my ass got plowed, so it was absolutely marvelous.

Teach Me How to Breed Back in college, I was dating a really sexy guy who had a voracious sex drive. He’d spend nearly every night in my dorm room. We played, safe, several times a day. He was a real stickler about playing wrapped, so much so that he’d make me wrap up before giving me head since I was such a heavy precummer. I tolerated it because he was just so sexy. Short, latin, with an incredible bubble butt and no gag reflex. I never got cum near his holes, but I fucked him hard every chance we got. Then, when on a school trip, I hooked up with a guy from another school and we fooled around bareback. We sucked each others’ dick, and I topped him. Raw. It was a first for me. Sliding my cock into the guy’s silky butthole felt unbelieveably exciting, and, while I could usually fuck for quite some time before blowing, going raw made me cum pretty quickly. I apologized to the guy for cumming inside him without asking but he just shrugged saying "No big deal. It happens all the time." Apparently not only had I cheated, I had cheated raw with a guy who took a lot of unwrapped cock. When I got back to school I told my boyfriend everything. Instead of being angry he was incredibly turned on, and asked if I knew the guy’s status. 'No' I shook my head. He went wild, tore off my clothing and for the first time sucked my cock without a condom. Of course my precum oozed down his throat. Pausing, my boyfriend asked "Did the guy look sick?" Again I replied 'No'. With that my boyfriend dropped this pants and sucked me, pausing to ask further questions about the guy, most notably "Did he have any marks that might suggest he was carrying a disease?" I just kept shaking my head and he kept going farther until he had me on my back with my spit-lubed cock pointing straight up. He lowered himself down onto my raw dick and, of course, I came nearly immediately. My boyfriend was upset that I’d cum so soon, but thrilled that he’d taken his first load of cum. His ass just felt too good, and I didn’t have a whole lot of experience fucking raw. He sat on my deflating cock as he jerked himself off and shot a huge load all over my chest. The next night, my boyfriend told me that he’d gotten an app on his phone and exchanged pics with a few guys. He told me that he’d invited a stranger to my dorm room for a little lesson. Minutes later, a muscled older man knocked on my door and my boy ran to let him in. They kissed in front of me, and I was incredibly hard immediately. The guy shook my hand and told why me he was there. ‘Your boy tells me you’ve just started fucking raw and you can’t last as long as he’d like.’ I explained that he’d gotten used to me fucking him wrapped up and the lack of sensitivity made me last much longer. He snickered and got undressed. A massive black cock plopped out of his pants and I saw a biohazard tattoo on his left pec. He pointed to it and asked me if I knew that that mean. I didn’t. He told my boy to go to the bathroom to clean himself out and get ready for a fuck that would change his life. My boy went to the shower and the guy whispered to me, ‘I’m POZ. And soon you guys will be too. If you’re fucking raw, it’s only a matter of time.’ My head reeled but my cock was rock hard and dripping. When my boy came out glistening from his shower, I told him maybe we’d be better off playing safe. He shook his head and dropped to his knees in front of the man’s dick. My boy spread his ass cheeks and told me to ‘breed him!’ I was so naïve, I didn’t know what that meant. With my boy bobbing up and down on his cock, the man chuckled and explained to me what breeding meant. I ate my boy’s ass as he moaned on the man’s cock and then slid in. I fucked him gently for a minute or two, trying not to cum too soon. The man told my boy to spin around so he could have a crack as his ass. His dick was bigger than mine, but good a wet from the blowjob, and I had drooled a lot of precum into his ass. ‘I’m going to slide into your pussy nice and slow, but them I’m gonna pound you!’ My boy nodded and then swallowed my cock savoring his ass juices. The man eased his monster into my boy’s ass saying, ‘nice pussy, boy. I’m gonna open you up, and breed you good!’ My boy moaned his assent and started gobbling on my cock. I had to pull out of his mouth a few times to keep from cumming. Eventually, I took a big step backwards so I was just out of reach. I could have shot my load just watching this POZ black stranger own my boy’s ass. ‘SWITCH!,’ he ordered, and my boy went down hungrily on the man’s dick. I slid right in and pounded as hard as I could as long as I could. ‘I’m gonna cum! Gonna breed you!,’ I shouted. He threw his head back panting, ‘YES! YES! YES! FILL ME UP!’ That sent me over the edge, and I creamed deep in my boy’s guts. The guy spun my boy around and slid inside. He pounded my boy hard for a few more minutes saying, ‘I’m proud you lasted this long! Gonna add my nut to his pussy! Breeding him good!’ He pistoned his hips and came deep in my boy, filling him up so much that there was a cummy ‘plop’ when he pulled out. My boy and I both suckled his cock clean and then he got dressed to leave. ‘Hope you guys both learned something valuable today…,’ he said as he closed the door letting himself out. My boy and I laid in a cummy sweaty pile of sheets on the bed and I lazily fingered his hole. I told him I was turned on by and very proud of him. He grinned. I asked him why he decided to take the plunge and start taking raw POZ cock. He looked confused and frightened. I told him about the guy’s tattoo. He hadn’t known what it meant and didn’t ask. He opened his phone and showed me the conversation with the guy starting with his profile pic, clearly showing his chest and tattoo. There was even a plus sign in the guy’s name, a clear sign that he was POZ. My Boy: Hey stud. Nice tattoo. The Man: Thanks. You a bottom? My Boy: Yes. Just started fucking bareback. The Man: BB is BEST. My Boy: It’s so good, in fact, that my boyfriend can’t last very long without a condom. The Man: Sounds like you need some more experienced raw cock for a good breeding. My Boy: Ooh. That would be fun. Think you can make me and my boyfriend more like you? The Man: Fuck yeah. Open your pussy for us both and I’ll breed you good, lubed up with his cum. My Boy: That sounds hot. The Man: It will be. It’ll change you life forever. Bound to happen sooner or later, might as well be me who teaches you to take cum. My boy realized what he’d asked for, and sat quiet for a minute. Then he shrugged and said, ‘I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later…’ And again, I was rock hard. I flipped my boy onto his back and slid into his stretched-out cummy hole. I could feel the loads sloshing around in his guts, but I took my time and lasted the longest ever, fucking that POZ cum even deeper inside.

Was horny as fuck yesterday morning so I emailed my boss that I was going to come in late and I waited for my partner to finally head to work. Put a face down ass up ad on BBRT and pretty quickly got hit up by this hot young black guy who’s bred me a few times. He came over to find me ass up, had me suck him to get him hard, and then he got behind me to use my ass. He apparently hadn’t bred in a few weeks due to work and family conflicts, so he threw a fantastic hard, long, and deep fuck. He had me lie down on my stomach and really pounded me to the point where I was moaning uncontrollably and I could tell that we were shaking the building. When he finally shot his cum, he was balls deep in me and I could feel the twitching continue for a good long while. That was an amazing fuck. He was followed up by this Latino kid that I’ve been breaking in. About 22, I was his first anon ass up dark room bottom, and now he wanted to discover what it felt like to fuck a cummy hole. So he came over and found me, played with my hole, and immediately got hard and started precumming. He has a decent cock but we needed no lube with all of the fresh cum from the first guy. I could tell he was edging himself in me, moaning about how warm and wet my hole was. Finally he shot, although it was much less epic than the first guy. He pulled up and was heading out the door before I could say thanks. Then I went to work and ran into my neighbor on the way out of the building. He gave me that knowing look that he heard how slutty I was and knew that I had been a cheating anon cumdump that morning. That made my cock stir. I stayed horned all day with two loads in me. Still haven’t cum from that session. Prolly will look for more tomorrow — up to 179 loads and want to get to 200 for 2018.

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

Decided to go to the local bar the Dallas Eagle to see what was happening. Met up with this group, I had not had the opportunity to meet before. I decided to hit on this cute masculine leather stud, hoping he would be interested in a hook-up. I was wearing my fuck me harness. He was wearing a skin tight t-shirt and jeans. After a brief introduction, a friend of his took interest in me, and i thought we might be up for a threesome. I kept the conversation going and the stud takes my hat and puts in on, then kisses me then kisses me again with a lot of tongue. The friend gets behind me and grinds into me from behind. The stud guy, puts my hat back on my head, but puts it on backward, as his friend keeps grinding into my ass. Now I'm hot and sweaty and totally turned on. The stud guy, looses interest, but his friend asks me if I have a place. I say I do not. He whispers in my ear that he is interested in getting closer, as he humps my ass and massages my chest. I am interested but don't have a place. So he says to follow him. we leave the bar and head to his car. He asks me if I know anywhere around we can go. I let him know there is a parking lot just west of the bar, and he drives us there. We are groping each other and head to the parking lot. When we get there, I let him know I am poz, and he says he is too. He tells me to get out of the car, and I think, he is about to dump me. He gets out too, then comes up behind me and gropes me and grinds into my back. He then pulls the back of my jeans down and humps my bare ass. He opens his jeans and humps my crack riding his dick up and down my ass. After a few minutes, he positions is sizable dick at my hole and humps into me, digging in a fraction of an inch at a time. I am seating. He is sweating and I feel hi penetration. He doesn't last long, but all of a sudden, he bites my ear and lets loose with several loads of cum in my ass. He still humping and his cock is now able to slide in deep. He humps a few more times, I feel his cum leaking past his cock and past my balls. I can smell the sent of sex in the night air, and know I have his babies inside me. He pulls out and curses. Shit he didn't have anything to clean up with. I get down on mt knees an clean his cock and pubes. I get dressed and he takes back to my car. He leaves, but I head back to the bar. His stud friend is still there and asks about him. I let him know he left. The stud smells sex on me and rubs my ass. He asks if his friend did that. I tell him yes. The stud then decides to make out with me, then asks if I want to go to his hotel room. I agree, and there we head. We get in the room, and the friend is there watch porno on the TV. Stud and I start making out, then he gets behind me and pulls down my jeans. He get kneels down and starts rimming my ass. I can the friend is noticing the action, but just watching. I am bent over and getting his friends cream pie sucked out of my ass. I stroke a few time and cum as I am being rimmed and watched by the guy who fucked my ass. This was my most warped sex-capade. Hope you enjoyed...

I was feeling super horny last weekend, and knew that I needed to get some dick, so I headed to the local gay sauna. I’ve generally had a pretty good time there, getting laid each time I’ve been, and luckily this time proved to be no exception. First up, while wandering the corridors I met a Brazilian guy who was good looking (and appeared much younger than his actual age of mid-50’s). We chatted a bit, before moving to a room where straight-away we started kissing. After a couple of minutes I started sucking his dick which at about six and a half inches and not too thick, was a great size for me. When he was nice and hard I bent over, and with the help of a bit of lube on my ass, he slowly worked his cock in until he was all the way inside. Initially he fucked me slowly, but gradually built-up speed. He didn’t last too long before his cock spasmed, filling my hole with his cum. It felt great! We kissed a bit more when he finished, then went and showered, spent a bit of time together in the sauna and the jacuzzi, but then he had to head off. I, however, wanted more so again I wandered the corridors, and before long a middle aged Asian guy caught my attention We went into a room together where I discovered he had a nice big mushroom head, which I was able to take easily after having been already opened up. With me on my back, he entered my hole, and started pounding me pretty much straight away, pausing to kiss every now and then. It wasn’t too long before I was begging for his cum, so he got me onto my knees and then entered me from behind, fucking me hard for a few minutes before he added his cum to my guts. After this I was still craving more cock, so I resumed walking the corridors where I bumped into a tall Asian guy in his early 20’s. We went into a room together and started kissing. I was pleasantly surprised when I removed his towel and found a pretty big and thick dick. It wasn’t long before he was fucking me on my back, though he used a condom. However, after a little while like this, I needed a break, so we sat up, he took off the condom, and we kissed for a while until I was ready to take him again. This time however, I eased myself down onto his bare dick and he didn’t say anything, and seemed pretty happy for me ride his bare cock. I rode him for a while, before he got me onto my knees and started fucking me from behind like the last two guys had done. I specifically told him I wanted his cum inside my ass, which seemed to be all the encouragement he needed as I soon felt his cock pulsating and he added a third load to the mix in my ass. I was done after that, but felt very satisfied with the most loads I’d ever taken in visit to the sauna. I plan to return this weekend, hopefully for more of the same!

Had a couple of hours over lunchtime to kill. Headed to the glory holes. Grabbed a middle booth and got naked and waited for the lunch time crowd. I was on a mission to suck as many cocks as I could. very quiet at first - found some lube packets and a couple of used condoms, so feelinng dirty I poured the cum from them over my cock and sat wanking and waiting. Just the filthy smell of dirty glory holes gets me so horny. i opened up both sides and was soon rewarded with a nice thick cock from a married builder on his lunch break. Which I began hungrily sucking. On the other side an old guy put his hand in and reached for my hole. Too wide to properly get my arse on the other glory hole, so I did the best I could whilst I worked on the builders hot sweaty cock. the old guy was a dirty fucker and fingered my arse nice and deep. I wasn’t planning on arse play, so wasn’t clean but he didn’t care. By the time the builder came in my mouth I was so horny I just pushed my arse back and the dirty old guy replaced his fingers with his bare dick. I love dirty old men using me. He pumped away for ages before dumping his cum in me. Then a business man in a suit appeared. Older fat Italian looking guy. Small cock. Married as well - but I didn’t care. I love those small fat cocks - they love getting sucked as I bet their wives never do it. He fed me loads of cum. then I got lucky and a lovely big thick white cock apeared. He wanted to come into my booth so I unlocked the door and let him in. He was so dominant! He tied my hands to the chair, spat in my face and mouth, tourtured my tits - one is literally bleeding from all the twisting. He slapped and pulled my balls which I love. I was begging him to rape me. he obliged - he untied me from the chair but then retied my hands behind my back, bent me over and fucked the shit out of my arse. I’ve never had it so deep. Hurt like hell but was amazing. The thickness I could take but the length - he kept pushing deeper but I was so horny I was loving the pain. He shot cum deeper in my arse than anyone else ever has. I felt so good - most amazing fuck ever. I felt completly satisfied and hadn’t even cum or touched my cock. i need more big cocks now. He’s ruined me for normal men lol ?

Part 13; I probed his cunT and spat in his face. Then the same Jock-strap that I had him in the other week went back on, as did the Fist Mitts, Collar, and Leash. I now pushed him to the floor, and stood back, stroking my toxic meat. - You look so sexy boy, sweating. And now you are gonna suck Master's nasTy Dick. - Can we just rest on your couch please Master? I left him in the porch, and came back with a Spider-Gag, attached that so his mouth was forced wide open, and proceeded to fuck his face. He looked up at me as though to say 'Please Stop', which just served to fuel my beast within. I would fuck his face hard and fast, then would slam in hard, hold the end of my Dick at the back of his throat until he started choking and drooling. I used his mouth for several minutes, until he could take no more and his arms started to flail about. I knew he had had enough, so, I set about to put him out of his misery and began to pound his face until I quickly shot my load. I took off the Spider-Gag - Swallow it all boy, don't waste any. That's a good boy. Toxic cum tastes good, huh His eyes were watering, he was panting, trying to gain back his breath. I blindfolded him, walked to the bathroom, where I administered a few Enemas. - PLEASE no Master. This means you plan to Fuck me, doesn't it? I'm too weak. Once he was cleaned out, I walked him to the play room where Dan had Hard House Music playing, and was kicked back on the rubber covered Mattress drinking Beer. - You've been ages Alan mate. Was about to send out a search parTy - Just been sorting out the boy Dan. His conversion is knocking him out a bit, he needs a sweet pick me up. Dan knew what I meant. I walked the pup onto the Mattress, and sat him against the wall. Dan put on a tourniquet on the boys arm, and gave the pup his first tina slam. Whilst Dan was tina slamming my pup, I went onto the laptop. There were several messages across my various profiles from unmedicated poz tops. Six to be precise. I messaged them all back, giving my email for them to send a more detailed message. I placed two chairs side by side, for Dan & I to sit in, putting his glass of Gonnorhoea pus by the leg of his chair, with a few Beers. I sat in my chair, also with a few Beers, and lit up a Cigar. Dan had written on my pups forehead; 'Converting'. I watched on as he put a necklace he had just made around my boys neck. He made it from his own Gold chain, inserting the chain into a hole he made on one of the blister strips to his new medication that he had yet to start. He tugged on my pups leash - Come on fucker, time to see your Master, come on. He walked him to where we would both be sitting, facing us directly, then sat next to me, taking a couple of huge swigs from his Beer. I leaned in towards my pup - Right boy, I am about to take your blindfold off. BUT, you will keep your eyes firmly shut until I say you can open them. OK!? - Yes Master, I understand. With my light remote I plunged us all into darkness. The light in my playroom is a Fire-glow Red. It's a dimmer, and on this occasion, when I would turn the light back on, it would be on the lowest setting, giving a sense of Danger, and Hell. - Open your eyes boy - I can't see anything He couldn't see anything now, BUT, when I would bring the Fire-glow Red light into play, he would see me, naked, in my military leather cap, and police Boots, and Dan, naked, in his Leather executioners hood, and Solovair 20 hole steel cap Boots. YES! All that could be seen was the end of my Cigar! ... And, now ... on with the light! - Hey pup - Hey Master - You still needing that rest? - No. I am feeling a little energized now. And super Horny. I NEED to be fucked all night. With as much Dick and cum up my cunT as I can get. - Good to hear. This is my Friend. You will address him as Sir. Now be polite and introduce yourself - Hello Sir. You're sexy. I'd LOVE for you to Fuck me. I'm gagging for Dick up my cunT Dan & I both chuckled. Good old tina brought this boy's inner pig to the parTy! He stood up, crouched down, and began to fiddle with the 'medication necklace', as he continued to massage his perineum. - You'd love for me to fuck you huh. I NEVER use condoms boy. - My Master here infected me the other week. So, it doesn't matter if you Bareback me - Infected you with what boy? - HIV, Sir - And you want my infected cum too, is that what you are trying to tell me boy? - Yes PLEASE Sir. - Well, this necklace isn't going to stop what is beginning to happen inside of you boy! He stood up, and proceeded to smear the pus oozing from the end of his Dick over my pups lips, and all over his face. He then sat back down next to me, poured some of the pus he had been collecting on each of his boots. - Lick it up boy ... I fucking said LICK IT UP BOY! His beautiful peachy bum stuck right in the air as he got to work on cleaning up Dans boots. I couldn't resist, so got up, got his Beagle puppy tail from his initial training, and shoved it right up his cunt. Holding my Cigar in my mouth I ran my hands up and down his back and sides of his drenched torso, and spanking his glistening wet ASS. He was so wonderfully wet with his Sexy conversion sweat! I sat back down next to Dan, who kept pouring his pus onto his boots, then barking at my pup for it to be cleaned up. - Fuck Dan mate, he is converting, and converting good! - You've trained him well Alan. More to learn, but, he is going in the right direction to becoming a successful fully fledged poz fuck-pig - Look at you, you nasty poz pig. Sero converting and licking up my mates Gonnorhoea from his Boots ... You fucking disgusting whore!

They All Fuck My Boy My boy and I had been invited to a huge blow-out party. Well, my boy had been invited. The host, Brad, had organized an epic party at his house in The Pines out on Fire Island. He was super sexy, and we’d seen him a lot around the city. He was a big party promoter, so he was always popping up in the gay magazines and at clubs. He was tall, with tanned skin, close-cropped brown hair with a tussle of bangs in his face. My boy and I are both versatile, but he’s much more of a hungry bottom than me. He told me that he once took six dicks in one night back at a frat party in college. I’d never taken more than two in one night. Of course, in those days, we had both always religiously played safe. We had only stopped using condoms when fucking each other a few months ago, promising to wrap up if having some fun on the side. My boy and I made sure to wear our cutest jockstraps, and sexy short shorts and tight t-shirts, wanting to show off our assets, and so that we’d fit in with the A-list crowd of guys certain to be at Brad’s party. I knew we’d be willing to do almost anything to feel like we belonged with these hot guys. As we headed down the beach, hand in hand, my boy told me what he had had to do to get the invite. One of Brad’s buddies was bragging that he had two extra tickets, and would give them to anyone who would take his load. I was surprised, not that he had slept with this guy to get the tickets, but that he had let the guy fuck him raw. That was sort of against our rules. My boy promised that the guy was NEG, and it wasn’t a big deal. Then he told me about the house rules of the party. Brad got to fuck anyone he wanted in his own house, but not to worry, he said, “Brad feels very strongly about protection… and safer sex…” I was a little unnerved that he had only just told me that he’d taken this guy’s seed, and that he was prepared to let Brad fuck him, but we were already at Brad’s front door. The house was stunning, all glass and weathered cedar siding, and the party inside was already in full swing. Dozens of hot guys were dancing around, flirting, and drinking. George, the guy who had bred my boy for tickets, greeted us at the door and told us that we were welcome to wear as much or as little clothing as we would like, but that he’d prefer my boy in a jockstrap. My boy, ever the one to please, stripped off his shirt and shorts right away. I took my shirt off and tucked it into the back of my shorts. We got cocktails and started dancing. All kinds of hot guys were pressed against us. George appeared with a sexy Latin, or possibly Middle-Eastern, guy, very tall, and very sexy, in a tiny red speedo that left nothing to the imagination, and introduced us. “This is Sam. He’s got a big dick that I think you’ll like. Make him feel at home.” Just as quickly as he appeared, George left, and Sam started grinding his body against my boy’s exposed ass. Sam’s dick was clearly getting hard and after a minute or two was forcing it’s way out of the waist of his briefs. From my position beside my boy and Sam, I could see that dick start to glisten with precum, and that precum started leaking all over my boy’s ass. I could see it dripping down between hiss ass cheeks and I knew it was on his hole, if not in it. I tried to get my boy’s attention, and put my mouth to his ear, more or less shouting over the music, “You don’t want to offend Brad! Doesn’t he feel strongly about safe sex? If you’re gonna let this guy fuck you, you should make him wrap up!” My boy opened his eyes and pulled me in for a kiss. Then he shouted into my ear, “I said he felt strongly about safe sex, but I didn’t say he was in favor of it!” My boy reached around and grabbed Sam’s cock and jerked it a few times, then held it up to my mouth, more or less forcing me to lick his precum. Then, he grabbed my hand and told me to spit in it. I did, and he led it to Sam’s cock, so I could get it wet, and then guide Sam’s bare cock into him. I was so hard, but knew this was going to get out of control relatively quickly. We hadn’t been at the party for more than ten minutes, and here was my boy, bouncing up and down on a muscle stud’s bare cock, back arched, and head thrown back, in a crowded room for anyone to see. Sam grabbed my boy’s hips and pummeled his ass before going balls deep, and then holding the position. I knew he was breeding my boy. After a few moments, he withdrew. Sam grabbed my shirt from the back of my shorts, cleaned off his dick, and just walked away. What the fuck had just happened? To be continued...

I never thought in a billion years that I could end up in a web site like this. It started a few weeks ago on one of those sleezy web sites. You know the drill. We also say we hate them, but we all log into them every day. The subject line caught my eye and honestly, I almost deleted it right away. "Hey, wanna get aids?" It read. What kind of fucked up person wants to give a guy aids? I guess I was not just shocked, but curious about who might send such a message. So, when I clicked on the profile link, I was surprised to find a very normal good looking guy, and his message was to the point. I'm copying it below here: Sup guys? Yeah, I have HIV. I'm on meds but its not under control yet. I only fuck bare. So, if we hook up, you need to know that you will probably get aids. I don't use condoms. I will use your ass. Don't message me unless you wanna get aids. I'm serious! And don't lecture me. I'm being honest, unlike most guys here. Okay, I probably would not have read his profile if he wasn't so cute. He could have been a model. I think I'm a rather good lucky guy .. I don't mean to brag, but this guy was smoking hot! And I found my mouth gaping as I saw his unlocked pics. Toned, hung, smooth, blond .. need I say more?! I knew I should have just logged off. I honestly didn't think this guy could be real, which is probably why I messaged him. He wouldn't let me make small talk even though I was trying to beat around the bush. He gave me an ultimatum. "Tell me you want aids, or I'm gonna block you." Shit. Maybe he'd just let me suck his dick? No. Can I just jerk you off? Nope. He was to the point, "Last chance, or I'll block you." So, I signed off without responding. I kinda wish the story ended there. I couldn't get him out of my mind. So, a few days later, I signed on and I was both excited and a little scared to see that he didn't block me. My fingers were starting to shake as I messaged him, "I wanna get aids." I glanced at his profile. It indicated he was on his mobile. Let's be clear. I didn't wanna get aids. I just wanted to see if he was real. I mean come on, how could this be real?!? I waited for what seemed like an eternity. I saw he read my message and then he went offline. Hmm. Maybe I called his bluff? Aww shit guys, I need to get to work. I'll tell you what happened after that later.

Desperately want to be made into a cumdump... anybody need a hole to use? D

I love my local sauna , however after a refurbishment they put in thick 30mm or so walls between cubicles , and small holes ! WTF You need thin walls and large holes ! , when I was first cruising most glory holes were much bigger , even if I'm sucking a guy anon I want to try and finger his ass to see if he's a bottom , and even better a bottom full of cum.

Loving where this is going, and love the pics, especially the bf! Do hope he is going to get knocked up by you!

Taking loads is my passion

Decided to have a little fun one weekend and let loose. Contacted my dealer and got some molly... can't trust just any person nowadays lol. Thankfully he tests and caps my shit. Logged on to all my favorite apps and sites to see where i'd be able to drum up some action. BBRT, SCRUFF, ADAM and OF COURSE GRINDR! Checked in to one of my favorite hotels in Vegas(Caesar's Palace) , which doesn't require a keycard for entry. Decided to bullshit for a little and gamble as it was a bit early from my flight. Followed by grabbing a light snack. Once I was back in my room I turned on my iPad for my (bareback grindr profile) and left my iPhone on... sometimes when you're TOO direct about BB fucking guys get scared off lol. Hopped in the shower and cleaned out REAL good... when I'm rollin I don't know my fuck limit and think I can take 12" like it's 6"! As soon as I finished I proceeded to drop and listen to music to get myself in the mood. While scrolling the apps and sites a cute latino hit me up and we began to speak... normal chit chat... what you into blah blah... lucky for me he was driving near my hotel and decided to come up for some fun... he asked for me to be ass up when he arrived which I obliged. He walks in to my dimly lit suite and begins to eat my ass while he is getting undressed. By now I'm rollin and of course it feels like heaven and I am hitting my poppers moaning with pleasure. He then spins me around and slides his very above average leaking uncut dick into my mouth which got super wet once his precum mixed with my spit. He grabs my poppers and takes a hit and tells me to come to the edge of the bed. I tend to listen to almost anything when im fucked up ha ha. He sucks on my hole again and grabbed the lube from the nightstand and coated his big dick. He slaps it against my ass and pushes the tip in... I pushed back on it and hit the poppers again. Now im flying and he sinks in BALLS DEEP! He just holds himself there and moans... I caught a glimpse of him in the mirror and he had his cap backwards and looked so hot fucking me doggy style. We fucked in several different positions (from what I remember) and then he made me get on my back and he folded my legs sorta like a pretzel. He was really going to town on my hole which was super wet now and open but still tight. Without warning he slams into me and unfolds my legs and looks me dead in my eyes while he announces that he is breeding me.... That was SUPER hot! he stayed in me for a little bit longer before withdrawing. He cleaned up and out the door he went. I immediately hopped back on GRINDR and was able to find a hot European / spaniard guy who was a few floors below me. He was VERY direct and asked if I took any loads yet. I couldn't lie and confessed I had a fresh load and was looking for more. That sent him over the edge and within less than 2 min he was at my door. He comes in and I lead him to the bed. He spins me around and dives in my ass and tastes the other guys load. Followed by spitting on his fairly long but skinny dick to lube himself up. He asks if I have poppers suggesting i'll need it. I take two big hits and he takes one small one and lets it out quickly. I arch my back and he begins going to town on hole. I'm meeting his thrusts and loving all of it... then I feel the molly start to kick in again.. ya know the waves lol... and then I kinda blacked out for a bit. When I came to I was holding my popper bottle tight in hand while his forearm was around my neck and he was moaning and spasming into my now VERY full asshole. This guy got dressed in record time tho.. thanked me and was out the door. Still craving cock I logged on to A4A and had quite a few messages on there. A very handsome black guy around my age had hit me up and left his cell #. I like that.. shows they're serious about meeting haha! Being fucked up I sent him a text and thankfully he had an iPhone and I could see he was replying instantly! I already saw his dick which was a good 9.5-10" and thick like a red bull can. He decides to call me and we chat for a bit... by now I am pretty fucked up and had taken a few hits off my 420 vape pen. I let him know I am rollin and hi... which he's cool with. He shows up to my room tall AF. I must have missed that lol. I'm 5'6-5'7 and he was at least 6'3-6'4 and pretty muscular. Turns out he was a kisser.. which I normally DO NOT participate in lol... but he had nice teeth and very soft big lips. He slides a finger into my ass and begins to finger fuck me while his tongue is down my throat basically. Next thing I know im on my knees as he sits on the edge of the bed and he's feeding me poppers while he's undoing his fly exposing his big black dick. I take the whole thing in my mouth and slick it up with my spit. He starts taking off the rest of his clothes revealing his very decent body. His height really turned me on as he was standing tall and I was on my knees deep throating his big black cock. He seemed to really enjoy feeding me poppers... to which he notices my eyes are almost blacked out haha! He leans in and says we're gonna have some REAL fun tonight. Music playing in the background since the 1st guy off of my Mac.. and it finally switches to a mellow playlist which I hate when im fucking or rollin lol. I go to change the song and im bending over the desk with my knees on the chair cushion. He takes that opportunity to slide his big ass cock in my already lubbed ass. Even while rolling I felt that shit haha but it sure did feel good. I switched to a way better play list and repositioned myself on the edge of the bend on my hands and knees with my back arched. He takes the time to slick up his BBC with the Wet platinum lube that made it's way to the floor and was slightly leaking. He then applied a generous amount the my hole and tossed the poppers to me hinting for me to take a hit. Two deep hits and I feel him positioning to slide in again... my body gets warm and tingly. He must have fucked me like that for a good 30-45 min with the occasional withdraw and ass to mouth routine lol. Finally he tells me he's getting close and I tell him to breed me deep (thinking he would be my last fuck of the night) I start matching his thrusts and hitting the poppers again followed by my 420 pen. He grips my ass checks and begins slamming into me and taking it out very fast. I love that feeling bc it allows me to tighten my hole upon reentry and exiting obviously lol. That must have did the trick bc the next thing I knew he starts whimpering im cumming im cumming baby and my hole clamped down and his rock hard BBC. I swear he probably could have fucked for another hour but he had to head home for whatever reason ( I don't remember or care lol ) As I was laying in bed feeling AMAZING and starting to come down my grindr notification goes off not 1, 2 but 3x from guy who was less than 100 ft away. He must have been staying there too or gambling. He sent me a dick pic but no face pic bc he needed to be discreet. Sometimes that works... this time it did. He sent me a nice big uncut slightly tanned dick with full balls. He exclaimed that he need to breed ass bc he hasn't cum in a week and his GF is back home blah blah. I send him my room number and I swear he must have ran lol. I barely had time to piss and drink water! Opening the door I was surprised to see a late 30's handsome white guy with 5 o'clock shadow in my door way. He was just as tall as the black guy from earlier. He wasted no time and stuck his rough middle finger in my VERY wet, open and lubed hole while leading me to the bed. He asks if I suck dick and my reply was dropping to my knees lol. He notices my 420 pen and asks can he take a few hits... Be my guest lol. I swear when he unzipped and dropped his jeans time stopped ( or maybe it was the molly again lol ) his cock was so pretty and well kept. Manscaping is so important fellas! I begin working on his monster dick which smelled like he just left the gym... pretty hot. He grabs my jaw and tells me to hold out my tongue as he slaps his dick on it. He then blew my mind when he spit into my mouth! I was surprised but turned the fuck on lol. I took 2 deep hits of poppers and offered them to him which he partook in thankfully. Turns me on when a top can handle poppers! He tells me to lay on my back and puts my legs on his shoulders. He spits in his hang and lubes up his dick... he sank into me balls deep and just stopped moving. I went to adjust myself and he begged me not to move or he would cum... I couldn't help it and tried not to move but I guess my hole twitched and he yelled FUCCCCK and I felt the veins on his cock expand. He grabbed the back of my neck and roughly I might add. He tells me that's a week's worth of cum in there and apologized for cumming so quick. I was not complaining. 4 loads in the span of 4.5 hours.. shit I was in PIG heaven. He got dressed and left. As soon as I laid down I felt my asshole soaking wet. I used the cum from my ass to jerk my ROCK hard dick. After a long hit of poppers I felt myself getting extremely close. And just like that I shot all the way up to my neck. Couldn't have had a better night ! Fucking on molly is THE BEST!

Since HIV is a sexually transmitted disease it would be to viruses advantage if the host was promiscuous. Some cats carry a parasite called Toxoplasma gondii (The) that can infect rats and humans. The can only reproduce in cats. In rats, the parasite causes rats to actively seek out cats, presumably so it can complete the sexual stage of its lifecycle. Tg humans is actually quite common and it may explain how some people are really into cats. So maybe HIV does make you hornier so it can spread more. Making the host more promiscuous so he can spread the virus in his cum. I'd love it if this got proven in a proper scientific study. I'd call it Midsslut's Law of HIV Enhanced Horniness

Went to Sauna yesterday , pre Christmas , wet day - perfect for a full house. Went in t the dark room - Bingo a firm ass was winking at me as I walked in. i slipped a couple of fingers in to his pre lubed hole , the bottom just moaned and whimpered - I went balls deep in to him in 1 genital but firm push. i don’t know what the lube was ( oil of some sort ?) , but his ass was lovely and warm. I pumped away putting my hands round him to pull my self deep in him,with the warmth and his encouraging moans I planted my load ( a big sticky load , 4 big squirts ) very deep. when I left he was in the same position waiting for the next load.

No pnp here. May be a crazy sex pig or may not be up to others' pig standards. I do what I like and up for all suggestions!

First time at the glory hole was amazing, I must of looked new and lost. One of the patrons knocked on my door and asked to watch the movie with me. I did not know any better so I let him in. It felt awkward having some one next to you watching porn but he started to grab my crotch and pulled my shirt up and sucked my nipples. He told me this was normal as he pulled down my shorts and started deep throating me. It felt so damn good and he came back up and pulled out his fat dick and asked me to kiss it. I knelt down to kiss the head and he slowly push my head as more of his dick went in my mouth. He groaned as he started to taste sweet and long strings precum was coming out of his dick. He pushed me back up and went to town on my cock until I shot my load all over his face. I went down and finished him off he tasted delicious and now I'm hooked!

I have got 8 Loads of Thick Creamy Straight Male Cum over the last 6 hours. I going to a Party tonight to swallow more.

The request is ridiculous from the outset. If a bottom is going to take you raw, he’s going to be accepting your fluids throughout the fuck in the form of precum or early cum leakage even if you do pull out before ejaculating. If he’s trying to stay safe from STDs, he can’t have all the fun and none of the risk. If he’s prepared to take the cock bare, he should be prepared to take the load. He’s not going to end up with a kid in 9 months.

Sexy photo you posted.

I can see both sides of this. In a way, some guys prefer some chems to really lose themselves, and push the last of their inhibitions away so they can surrender and totally pig out. I get that, it's a notion that holds some appeal to me. Personally, I rarely do anything more than 420, some wine or beer, and possibly some poppers. I have just always worried about losing myself to it. What is the point of having a perfectly awesome pig fuck session and then barely remember it the next day? Or getting too wasted that you're barely participating? I like to be present so I can fully give myself to the man who is fucking me, doing everything I can to make him get off. After all, if he's not enjoying himself, or my ass, then I haven't done my job.

Whatever I tell you will obviously be an over-generalization and a view from personal experience, of course, but if you want a quick answer: yes, Argentinians are quite homophobic. The place where I study (a language faculty from a national university) is full of LGBTQ+ people, and they are nice and open-minded, as anyone would expect, but for the most part being gay is still an easy joke, and femicides are quite common in my country, so gay people are definitely not oblivious to or unaffected by that. But what really shocked me, and this was recent, was this same toxic environment in a BDSM context, where one imagines there won't be any taboos or prejudice, but there was. I was opening discussions about fucking bareback in consensual and healthy relationships, and I was treated like a filthy unconscious whore. There was no room for the idea or possibility of open and responsible bareback sessions in those minds. When I mentioned wanting to share a cumdump with another men (gay, bisexual, even straight), these potential men thought that I wanted to hook up with them... which is so juvenile. And when I talked about gangbangs (one woman and many men), feminists attacked me like there was no tomorrow, and everybody jumped at it/me. I guess that community is simply fucked up in the head... But my point is: that forum was a sample of, basically, what I also hear on the streets of my country (I live in a famous province in the interior of Argentina, NOT in Buenos Aires, but it's still quite big and populous) and what I read on the local social media. You can see some gay couples holding hands on the streets downtown, but you would still hear comments or see some looks at one point or another. That pretty much sums it all.

The Stables (Part 3) has been finished. Preview: Someone stooped down to his face and smiled at him while wanking his dick. “Can’t move a muscle – eh, don’t worry, we will do all the work for you.” he said and cackled gleefully and gave him a few friendly slaps on his left cheek. “Nick gave him only so much, that he can’t move, but he is fully aware of what we are doing to him. He can feel the pain…. every cock forced into him. Every gush of semen we spray inside his cunt…. he will feel everything…..” someone mumbled. Another cock came into view and then the guy stooped down also, smiling at him viciously. “Hey – remember me? I carried you…. Thanks for letting us convert you. I always wanted to poz a twink, but never thought there would be a slut willing to accept this slow kill. You rock….” he grinned and stood up again.

The Confessional: I was led to the confessional by hand, and as I came to find out, it was a closet, with a glory hole cut into the door. I heard the door open, and close, and then was instructed to remove my hood. After removed, the priest asked me what my confession was. I told him that I was looking to become poz, and that I was recently seeded by several toxic tops. The Father asked me why I thought it was a sin, as I was chasing, and took several anonymous poz loads. I explained to the Father that although I was looking to become positive, I wanted to know who my gifter was. The Father told me that although I could have already become positive it would be considered an “Immaculate Conception” and that I was not to worry about it, and that although it was not a sin in his eyes, immediately told me that I must repent and then there was total silence. A cock then poked through the glory hole, and he instructed to take his holy post for his forgiveness. Its was hard to tell through the glory hole, but he seemed to have 8+ inches of dripping uncut meat. As I continued to devour his holy post, he said “good alter boy.” Through his voice, I could tell that a massive load was building, and it wouldn’t be long before I received my gift. His cock suddenly withdrew from the glory hole, and he instructed me to turn around and put my ass up to the glory hole to receive my repentance. I quickly obliged, and within 5 minutes, his pace quickened and I felt his cock pulsing inside me as he told me to prepare for his blessing. After remaining in me for a few minutes, he instructed me to turn around and clean his holy post. As I did, I could taste the salty taste of cum, mixed in with the coppery taste of blood. With that, he told me it was time to meet my new pastor.

Rob Yaeger

Someone in the cast of empire, and the director of some very high grossing movies. ?

Part 12: Secrets Revealed Jason was a bit bi and he and Becky had hooked up on several occasions. They met after Becky started volunteering with the homeless. She felt sorry for Jason but also turned on because he was young and cute. She checked him often for HIV and that's how he knew he was negative. Robert wasn't shocked but poor Jason thought he was in deep shit. Becky gave him a little peck on the cheek and assured him everything was ok. Once everyone got home and the kids were put down for the night Becky and Robert explained to Jason the situation. Also Robert asked Becky what she thought about him going by his first name William instead of Robert now. Becky asked why and Robert said William sounded like a younger name. He wanted to get more young men into his office and onto his cock as well. Although he didn't say that in front of Jason. Becky agreed and so on Monday he would now go by Dr. William Bell. Becky asked Jason how he enjoyed being William's bitch? He just grinned and said he loved it. Becky also asked Jason if he wanted to be the house bitch? If so then she told him to get naked and get on all fours and say yes Mommy and Daddy. Jason did just that. His new role was going to be fun. She then asked William to get undressed and sit on the couch. She told William to have fun. William asked Jason if he was ready to please Daddy? Jason said yes Daddy. Daddy told Jason to start sucking his cock to get him hard to fuck him. Jason did as he was told and started worshipping Daddy's cock. As he was worshipping Daddy's cock he felt something cold on his ass. He couldn't look back because Daddy held his head in place while Mommy shoved a strap on up his boipussy. This nearly sent Daddy and Jason over the edge. It took everything William had not to cum. Becky really knew how to fuck with a fake cock. She had Jason moaning like a bitch. After several minutes of fucking his boipussy she pulled out and Daddy got up and took her place. It wasn't long before Daddy exploded inside Jason's boipussy. This sent Jason over the edge and he cum without touching his cock. After Daddy pulled out Becky started fucking Jason again. She was really enjoying her new role as well and seeing gay sex in person was keeping her horny. As Daddy watched Mommy having fun he had Jason suck on his cock to get him hard again. It took a little bit for William to get hard again but Becky didn't mind because she was enjoying pounding Jason's boipussy. After a while Daddy was hard again and he saw how much Becky was enjoying herself so he just let Jason work on his cock until he cum down Jason's throat. Once William went soft he gave Jason a kiss and went up to his room to get a shower. Jason was at mommy's mercy. She wasn't letting up and honestly Jason didn't care. He was enjoying the fucking Mommy was giving him. Becky was in her own little world because the strap on she bought was double ended. She was getting fucked herself so until she was wore out she was going to continue pounding poor Jason. William fell asleep around 9 and when he woke up around 12 he went back into the living room and Jason's boipussy was now bleeding because Mommy was still fucking him mercilessly. William had to stop her because she was off in another world. She come to and looked down and apologized to Jason. She thought he was hurting but he was enjoying the roughness. Jason told Mommy he was imagining her pozzing his boipussy. This gave Becky an idea although she knew it would be risky. She asked Jason if he really wanted to be pozzed? He said yes and he wanted Daddy to be the one. She then asked William if he'd come off his meds to get his viral counts high. He said sure. But once Jason was pozzed they all agreed that both of them would be put on meds. So the journey begins to convert the house bitch to be like Daddy but something crazy pops into Mommys head which shocks the guys and even herself.

A major league baseball player. That’s as far as I’ll say

Love your poz cock man. Would definitely let you get inside this neg ass and spray your AIDS

Part 11; I'd just blown my highly charged dirty poz cum inside this nasty dog's toothbrush brushed bleeding cunt. Only earlier he had clearly stated he wanted and was ready for it, and now, doubt had set in. I was so turned on I stayed hard, and took the opportunity to continue fucking, and slowly push my angry DNA deeper. He started crying ... I laughed arrogantly, and spat in his face. - SHUT up, you stupid fucking cunt ... If you are 100% regretting what you told me you wanted, then you better get yourself to the clinic for some PEP. If you take that route, I don't wanna hear from you again! He continued crying. And I simply carried on fucking, whilst spitting on and slapping his face. I eventually took him out of the sling, put the blindfold and Fist Mitts back on, and walked him to the porch. I got his clothes that were still soaking in the bucket of his own piss. I gave them a good wring, and took them to their rightful owner. Now I took everything off of him; Fist Mitts, Blindfold, Collar, Leash. Kneeling down before me, naked, looking up at me with his vulnerable eyes. His trembling from yesterday kicked back in. I took his wet T-Shirt ... - Put this on ... You fucking cunt! - Yes Master His pissed sodden T Shirt clung to him as he trembled. He continued to look at me with his vulnerable gaze, on edge for my next command ... - You are gonna lick my nasty poz Dick clean boy, of your sweet neg cunt juice. Hands behind your back, and very slowly lick up and down my entire veiny poz shaft until I am completely satisfied with your work - Yes Master I towered above him, now back to wearing just two items; My Gas Mask, and, my German Army Boots. He whimpered as he worked over my nasty filthy toxic Dick. I put my hands behind my neck, and groaned as I looked towards the ceiling. FUCK, now I was ready to fuck the FAGGOT again. - Turn to face the front door, and get on all 4's, cunt. - Yes Master I knelt behind him, spread his legs, shoved in deep, and without hesitation began to power fuck him. His earlier tears were now replaced with groans of delight. - Fuck, your cunt is now so fucking sloppy. You fucking whore. I'm already close to shooting. You ready for another poz load boy? - Yes my Master. PLEASE give it to me. Charge me up with your nasty DNA. I slammed into him for a few more minutes, then started to squirt my filthy poison. I held deep as my perineum twitched, forcing my nasty bad seed to ejaculate from my throbbing fuck weapon! He started crying, again. I pulled out. - Now get dressed, and kneel as before - Yes Master *He said, through tears* I went off and left him a little while. I came back with handwritten contact details for the clinic. - Here is the number and address boy where you can get PEP. As said earlier, if you go down that route, I never want to hear from you again. If you don't, and you come down with a flu, then I want you to contact me immediately! - Yes Master - Now suck my Dick clean again. Nasty fucking whore! He once again did as he was told, licking me clean, dressed in pissed soaked clothes, clutching onto the clinic details. - Right. Now Fuck off. Stupid cunt! He looked at me, looking pretty broken. Dropped his head, dressed, and left. ********** Do I let this boy go and get PEP, and end this story right here, or, do we bring him to the depraved Dark side?

I'm fortunate to have a "big dick" especially with girth and find most guys eager to try and get fucked with it. I do know how to fuck with it and manage to get in most holes. I'm the type of top that goes slow and gently and focus on depth and all the associated sensations--I prefer sensual over pile driving--get really deep and open the guy up--get the guy to help get it as deep as possible and dig around. But because I can stay hard and fuck for long periods of time, a lot of bottoms get worn and sore and get to a point where they just can't take it anymore--they may want too but just can't take it anymore--and yes that is very frustrating...to spend that much time and build both their asshole and my dick up to such incredible feelings (almost like long term edging) and then not be able to get off is terribly frustrating. The dudes that can take it and go all the way are so special. I can take well seasoned slut bottoms and fuck them good and long and get them to a point where they can't continue even though they really wan't it bad. Give me a man cunt that I can fuck deep and long and get wide open , wet and sloppy...butt you do get so deep you have to be careful the sloppy doesn't get nasty...you do need to understand the body parts we have in play here. All in all it's well worth the frustrations and effort to work that hole and turn it into a cock hungry ass that'll fuck and milk your dick to completion.

When I turned 50 a decade and a half ago I thought it was all over--especially since my preference was for young guys. I flew to Palm Springs so I wouldn't be home on my birthday and so my friends couldn't make a big deal of my 50th. On my birthday, I had one of the hottest tricks I ever had--the young man ate me alive...and my friends threw me a huge surprise party on a party boat when I got back. And it's been good ever since.--still get the young guys. My body is def aging but my mind still thinks the same---and my dick still thinks it's a teenager. Many of my hooks today still tell me I am the deepest they've ever been fucked or that I'm one of the best fucks they've ever had---makes this old dick feel really good...of course the trimix helps...

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3. Upvote A foot more and he’d reach it. Straining with every fiber in his upper torso he constricted his body tightly against the peg in his left hand, hanging, while his right arm reached far about his head. He knew the hole was there, somewhere. His right hand felt around until the dowel inserted into the recessed hole securely, allowing him to pull his entire one-eighty pounds of hard muscle up to the top of the climbing pegboard. His arms gleamed in sweaty muscle perfection, dripping pearls off his elbows, and he growled out his accomplishment for the others in the gym to hear above the din of the room. He gritted his teeth, biceps flexed to the max, and dropped off the pegs, landing with a thud on the padded gym floor. Steve Reynolds turned up the volume on his earbuds to drown out the gym’s pop music, pounding heavy metal instead inside his skull as he strutted over to the leg press. His head bobbed to the heavy cords and the pounding beat. Before putting forty-five pound plates for his hamstring set, he examined in the mirror what the pegboard had done for his biceps. At five-ten, blond hair parted perfectly down the middle, shoulders cutting against the double heads of his biceps, the mass of his triceps, he couldn’t help but break into a sparkling smile at his reflection. He took out his phone and snapped a pic of his right arm pumped at a right angle. He lifted his perspiration-drenched Glastonbury sweatshirt, the one he’d cut the arm cut off of, and examined his abs. Ripped six-pack abs stood out like a sideways picket fence. Yeah, he’d tap that if given the chance. He swung his ass around and check out his bowling ball cheeks. Coach said he had the face of GQ model with a body of a porn star when coach fucked him silly last year. That motivated him to get to the gym every day without fail over the summer. Wait till the coach had him alone this year. What would he tell him in his ear? He held up his sweatshirt once more, then held up his phone and snapped. The pic was excellent and he immediately shared it to his feed for his countless followers. Having piled several large plates onto the leg press, he was just getting under it when Nick and Zack Demopoulos, the Greek twins, both seniors, both twenty pounds heavier than him, a few inches taller, both hot as shit, stood on either sides of the machine, leaning on the plates, looking down on him. Too big and steely to be swimmers, they were, however, big, fast and as powerful as jaguars on the athletic field, stars both of the school’s soccer team. “You still doing that faggy water volleyball?” Nick said. The only way Steve Reynolds could tell them apart was Nick was the one with the crooked nose from the number of times he had broken it in fights. For twins, they had very different temperaments. Zack was more laid back, Nick much more aggressive. Reynolds didn’t hear what Nick was going on about and flicked out his earbuds. Nick leaned over the machine eyeballing Reynolds, prone on his back, legs sticking up in the air. Nick released the machine’s safety catch and the full weight plus Nick’s overhanging torso bore down on Reynolds. “What’s the matter? You don’t like soccer?” he asked snarling. “Grrrrrr,” grunted Reynolds under the massive weight. He pushed up fiercely, and reinstated the safety catch. “No reason,” he said casually although a bit breathlessly. “Can only do so much with seven classes. Mind?” He pointed at Nick’s elbows to get off the machine. Nick backed off holding his hands in the air, all innocent. Ice wouldn’t melt in that hot mouth of his. The gym was a cacophony of after-class buzzing. Girls strained, moaned and stretched in the mirrors, pairs of boys at the free weights spotted each other, yelling, “You got this, it’s all you!” Plates clanked, footfalls fell heavily on running machines, an overlay of Lady Gaga blared over the loudspeakers, and ESPN commentators analyzed football plays on overhead flatscreens. “Your coach must have some magic spell over you guys,” Zack said, a sliver of white teeth smiling above him. Reynolds pumped out a set of ten reps while Zack continued. “No one ever seems to want to get on any other team once they start under Coach Brandon. What’s the secret, Steve?” Reynolds locked the safety catch again and let his legs drop to his sides, puffing. “Team spirit, what can I say, Zack?” There was something about the twins, some yin-yang that made them so tempting and formidable. Maybe it was how pleasing they were to look at, especially Zack. He had an arm perched above Reynolds revealing a thick mat of black armpit hair, matted down with sweat from his workout. Both the twins had dark brooding features, black curly hair, long eagle-beak noses, Nick’s slightly bent to one side; both had thin dark lips, sensually curved, brows that were big and always furrowed, eyes that glittered black as coal. “Team spirit? Nah,” Zack said, waving a finger back at him. “I say he’s got something on all of you.” He cocked a sly smile at Reynolds. Reynolds though Zack was the more cleaver of the two even though Nick was in honors society studying behavioral psychology, just like he was, whereas Zack slacked off majoring in musical theater. Not for nothing, Zach was a pretty good actor the two musicals he’d seen him in. The major itself, though, made Reynolds have his suspicions about Zack and his proclivities. He thought maybe they aligned with his own bent desires. It was hard to imagine, however, that he and Zack played on the same team with a twin brother like Nick. It was hard to fathom, but man, did the brothers towering above him make fine looking bookends. Reynolds pushed his legs up the fraction of an inch that allowed the safety latch to release. Nick leaned on the plates again adding his weight to frustrate Reynolds. “Looks like you need some juice to get through your sets,” he said. “Too much water between your ears.” Reynolds roared to get his last two leg presses out. He was annoyed but not really pissed. He looked at Zack, who shrugged his shoulders giving him a what-can-I-do-he’s-my-brother look. He glanced back at Nick, a little intrigued. “You got juice?” he asked trying not to look too enticed. “Shit, yeah,” Nick said, twisting his arm around to flex his delt and tricep. Reynolds had to acknowledge they were impressively large. “You don’t get these from just the gym.” Reynolds looked back at Zack. Zack had on a loose string tank so most of his chest was exposed. He flexed his pecs and beneath his chest’s thick pelt of clipped black fur, perfectly chiseled mounds of man-flesh rose like rock mountains. Reynolds was startled by the size and also by the fact that Zack juiced. Nick, he figured, for sure, but Zack took him by surprise. “You have it?” Nick nodded. "Sell it?" Reynolds asked him in a hush voice. Leaning down, Nick joked, “First one’s always free, m’ man.” “Let’s go then,” said Reynolds, getting up from his prone position. “I’ll get my gym bag.” “Nah,” said Zack waving his hand. “Finish your routine, let’s not create a ruckus. Meet us at the Blackbox theater. I have my stuff stashed there. Know where that is?” Reynolds nodded. He was pretty excited not only by the prospects of doing steroids for the first time, but doing steroids with the hot Demopoulos twins. Who knew where this would lead isolated as the Blackbox theater was? Maybe he could get Zack alone at some point and ditch annoying Nick. Or could it lead to a three-way. The brothers left the gym floor, and he finished the rest of his exercises quickly. He grabbed his gym bag out of his locker. The Blackbox wasn’t too far away, down the hall and through an underpass to an old part of the school. Still in his cutoff sweatshirt and shorts, he checked himself out in the full-length mirror at the end of the lockers and approved of what he saw. Lean, sinewy, pumped muscles that soon would be much more enhanced if Nick came through. *** The underpass echoed the squeaks from his shoes as he walked along the grey and white broken tile. There were older parts of the college, sure. Some buildings dated from the late eighteen hundreds. Some structures were built in the early nineteen twenties, thirties and forties. This section, however, was out of the ugly, boring nineteen-sixties. Institutional as a non-descript post office or police station; functional, drab and featureless. The underpass was half-lit with some of the fluorescent tubes removed to save on power, which only amplified the feeling of neglect. Not interesting enough to be spruced up by murals or even decorated with bulletin boards displaying club events; not dilapidated enough to be torn down and started afresh; this section of the school was lost in ennui that was as tangible as dead skin needing to be sloughed off. In the middle of the underpass he spotted a white porcelain drinking fountain. He bent over and twisted its metal knob. It dribbled a weak stream between metal prongs. Still he was thirsty enough to draw loud sips to quench his thirst. His slurps amplified through the empty hallway, and along with the dim light, made the whole passage seem sadly desolate. The Blackbox entrance was around the corner from the underpass. He tested the door and found it open. It was one of the drama departments many theaters, the smallest and most infrequently used, in fact he couldn’t remember a single time it had a production in it over the course of his freshman year. True to its name, when he entered all he found was an empty black painted room void of any chairs or furniture, just a raised stage in the center surround by thick black curtains along all four sides. Zack was fooling around at a lighting board at one end, while Nick was bringing up a couple of grey folding chairs to the center of the platform. Nick was dressed in black slacks and shirt. Zack, at the lighting board, was dressed the same. Two bright spotlights came up as Nick approached the center. He unfolded the chairs meeting Reynolds in the middle under the klieg lights. “You didn’t change,” observed Nick. “Guess he’s excited,” Zack called on his way over to them. He held up an orange-tipped syringe between his fingers. “Uh, so,” Reynolds said sitting across from Nick, a little nervous actually seeing the needle for the first time, “What? You shoot that in my leg or something?” He looked back and forth between the twins’ faces. “That’s what I read you do anyway.” Nick took the needle from Zack, removing the cap. “Nah, first time you gotta mainline it. Works faster,” he said, running a finger over Reynold’s many pronounced veins. “No problem finding a juicy one on you. You pumped ‘em nice. Gonna get you right here.” He held Reynolds' arm flat against his own leg and popped the needle in at an angle, drawing a large stream of blood swirling into the vial. “You gonna love this, dude. Just go with it.” Nick plunged the content into Reynolds’ bloodstream, and Reynolds’ head flew back as the drug hit his brain like an electric current. “Fuck, wah,” Reynolds couldn’t finish the sentence as a thunderclap roared down from his brain through his nervous system straight out to his fingers and toes and especially from the center of his groin. He was blissed almost to the point of passing out from how good he felt. He’d never had this much of a rush flow through him. No finishing line, no swim meet win, not even an orgasm of a fist going up his butt for the first time could compete with the overwhelming ecstasy cascading through his mind and body. What was even more unbelievable was Zack unzipping his fly and presenting him with his fat, uncut Greek cock slapping him in his face a couple of times. It barely pulled him out of his revelry with an insatiable hunger that overtook him and he swallowed Zack member fully, slurping loudly, drool running down his cheeks, Zack’s hardening tool starting to go deeper down his throat. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He didn’t care if Nick saw it or not. In fact he liked that Nick was watching. And Nick did see, and even more unbelievably, pulled off Reynolds’ shorts. “Oops, sorry dude. Must have mixed that point up with some crystal,” Nick admitted disingenuously. Once Reynolds gym shorts were off Nick spied the metal cage over Reynolds’ cock and balls. “What in hell?” Nick tapped against Reynolds’ chastity cage. “What the fuck is that?” Reynolds couldn’t answer with Zack’s cock in his mouth and his brain was too fried from meth to assemble an answer that made sense. He forgot the question as soon as it was asked. All he knew was Zack’s cock in his mouth. The cage just was, part and parcel of his reality. Integrated for over a year. Something his coach wanted. Demanded. Insisted. Rewarded. Something everyone else acquiesced to. Unquestioningly. For the run of the fall season, a break at Christmas, and then again reattached for the rest of spring, free for the summer, now back locked up in fall for a second year. He felt his dick hardening while he sucked the hairy Greek, thick wiry black pubes tickling his nostrils, but knew his dick’s limits and it’d engorged as much as it would and then stopped. He’d soon turn his aroused state solely to his hole as he learned to do his freshman year. He knew he’d give it willingly to these two Greek gods, and, as the drug careened through not only his mind but throughout his body, he sensed they’d make good use of it. He’d be a fucking slut for both of them. No question. “You sick motherfucker. Suck my brother’s dick, faggot,” Nick taunted him. He pulled the folding chair out from under Reynolds who fell to his knees, keeping his mouth attached to Zack’s huge, fully erect cock. Nick brought out a fuckbench from behind one of the heavy black drapes and told Reynolds to climb on it. Zack encouraged him to climb onto it, the whole time continuing the contact between his cock and the swimmer’s mouth. Nick riffled through Reynolds’ gym bag and found his phone. “Open it, shitbag,” he ordered, handing it to Reynolds. Reynolds paused hesitant, which made Zack pull out of his mouth, waving his dark member with its plum purple head bulging and leaking a stream of pre-cum, enticing him with it like a matador in front of a bull. Reynolds’ brows furrowed in frustration and he unlocked the phone for Nick. Zack rewarded Reynolds with his dick as Reynolds positioned himself onto the arm and leg rests of the fuckbench. Zack held Reynolds’ head steady as he started rocking his dick deeper down Reynolds’ throat. Nick snapped a close-up photo on Reynolds’ phone—“Blackmail insurance,” he said—and then started assembling some equipment at the edge of the raised platform while his brother took pleasure in Reynolds’ mouth, adding a finger across the swimmer’s exposed butthole. Reynolds was in a frenzy, feverish, sweating profusely, his fantasy of having Zack play with his butthole complete while he weighed Zacks heavy balls in his hand, totally unaware of the mechanical device with protruding dildo being set up behind him. Zack watched his brother setting up the fuck machine whose wires ran to a laptop at the lighting station. Knowing what Reynolds was in for started making him leak even more in anticipation. He had to admit the swimmer had incredible oral skills. His velvet mouth and wet slippery tongue rolled over his knob sending him over the edge. “I’m gonna cum, Nick,” he called out to his twin. “Go for it, bro,” Nick called back from the lighting station. “Almost ready.” Zack increased his rhythm, skull-fucking Reynolds with deeper and more violent strokes. “Wished I could return the favor,” he told Reynolds. Reynolds tried to speak forgetting he was going down one of the most delicious fat cocks he’d ever given head to, maybe even as good as coach’s. He garbled something unintelligible in response. “Yeah, whatever you said,” Zack responded. “Maybe another time.” He thrust his leaking tool deep down Reynolds’ throat and then exploded spasm after spasm of spunk, gurgling down the horned up jock’s gullet. Spit and sperm ran out of Reynolds’ mouth as he choked on the vast amount of cum Zack shot in him. Reynolds shook his head in pleasure mixed with disbelief, the first moment he began coming off the initial rush of crystal. Fuck, did he feel good. He couldn’t wait for what would come next. “Meanwhile,” Nick said, laying a strap over the back of Reynolds’ Glastonbury sweatshirt and cinching it tight, then securing individual leg restraints over his naked legs and thighs, “time for us to get to the main event. Bro, latch his arms and wrists.” Zack bent down and looked Reynolds in the face. He held the guy’s face in his hands and kissed him, swallowing some of his own cum in the process. He smiled and Reynolds smiled back in a haze of pleasure and innocence. Zack then proceeded to bind the sophomore’s forearms to the arm rests. He stood up and zipped up his hairy crotch from Reynolds’ view. It was only then that Reynolds realized he couldn’t move. “So here’s what’s going to happen,” Nick said, grabbing Reynolds’ sweatshirt hood and draping it down over his head. “I don’t want anyone knowing who you are. Don’t know how long you’re gonna last and I don’t want anyone missing you tonight. This is my thesis project, a kind of update of the old Yale Milgram experiment from the nineteen-sixties, to see how much empathy is out there in the digital world. You’re a psych major, right?” Reynolds nodded but still confused, feeling a rising panic in the pit of his stomach. “You remember Milgram tested subjects telling them it was okay to shock another subject to the point of near death, proving anyone would submit to authority figures given the opportunity, would ‘just follow orders.’ My proposition is that in this brave new world of anonymous social media, there isn’t any authority at all so people are just complete fucks jobs. Soulless, guiltless, fucks. Hope for your sake I’m wrong, but I doubt it. Got him locked down, bro?” Reynold felt Zack push a load of grease into his hole, and followed it up with a protrusion at the edge of his asshole, something that felt like a hard dick ready to fuck him. "Yepper," answered Zack. “I’ve got you wired to a live feed. The upvotes work arithmetically. First ten votes push the rubber dick in an inch, the next twenty pumps up the dildo’s girth an inch, the next thirty makes the piston go a little faster, forty, another inch deeper, fifty, another inch wider, so on and so forth. Downvotes work the same way but in reverse. Given the option we’ll see how much goes in that direction and we’ll see if the public has any sympathy for you and your hole.” “Guys, fuck, don’t do this,” Reynolds was able to spit out, testing the reality that this was really happening. He still tasted Zack, still had a pleasurably hum of eroticism running through him, didn’t know if the idea of being fucked was such a bad idea, but didn’t like he couldn’t move his arms or legs, not even a fraction. “Can’t we just play?” “Later maybe, Steve,” Zack said. “Yeah, Steve. Later,” Nick said snidely. “We’ll see how much the internet thinks you should take if anything is left of you. You’ve got the potential of a two foot horse cock aimed at your shithole, more if the interweb deems it. You’re at their mercy, whoever ‘they’ are. My guess is you’re going to be a complete bloody trainwreck when we check back later.” “I think,” added Zack to reassure Reynolds, “people are going to be more empathetic than my brother thinks.” “That would only be true,” posited Nick, “if they could see his face, but he’s only a body on YouTube. No audio, all they’ll see is thrashing. Potentially.” Reynolds felt the initial sensation of the dildo pushing in an inch. “Looks like you’ve been spotted by a few gawkers. By the IP address looks like their from this campus, but the hits are starting to grow wider. I have a running banner of stats under the video but I’m sure all eyes will be glued to your ass and how it’s taking the punishment.” A hiss of air came from the mechanical box and Reynolds felt the cock expand inside his ass and also started moving faster in and out. “Think you’ve already got a fan club forming. New York and New Jersey just lit up.” At the moment it teased his ass. He’d taken much more locked up last spring under coach’s guidance. A fist, double penetration, a small eggplant, a large eggplant—no holding back what a locked up hormonal eighteen-year-old would do to satisfy his pent up urges—but this was an ominous test like he could never imagine. Nick and Zack walked off the platform. Reynolds, fearing his plight, began yelling for help in the muffled room. “Save your breath, Steve,” Zack said. “This stage is virtually soundproof and, besides, hardly anyone come down here anymore.” Another inch went in deeper while another inch stretched him wider as the oscillation increased. The twins were gathering up their belongings when they heard a cry from the platform and heard the undulation of the fuck machine increase more rapidly than before. Nick checked the laptop. “They’re starting to share it across different social media, it’s spreading to Europe, too. Look, someone created a hashtag. That’s gonna leave a mark.” “Maybe we should stay and monitor so it doesn’t get out of hand.” Zack sounded genuinely concerned. “Nah, besides, Reynolds is a fuckin’ perve. Who else locks his junk up in a cage? He can take it and if he can’t, whose fault is that?” The twins exited and the Blackbox door clanked shut behind them like a tomb. Within minutes the video feed went viral. It was retweeted, additional hashtags were shared, Russian bots flooded the stream, hackers programmed algorithms to deluge the upvote counter just to see what would happen. What started arithmetically—one plus two plus three—became exponential increases—four times five times six—something Nick hadn’t thought of but Reynolds felt the growth expanding inside his colon, a digital virus, an epidemic spreading inside his analog hole. Two dicks, three, four, a fist, double fists, triple. The sensation outstripped his body's real-time experiences. Steve Reynolds’ phone sat mounted on a tripod next to him, only a few feet away, impartial, capturing his ever-increasing torment, dispassionate, observing his growing misery objectively, both judge and jury emotionless. Upvotes flooded the counter ticking up faster and faster. Who knew how high it would go before it stopped? Or if it even would stop. Regardless, his hole opened wider, he was penetrated deeper. His anguish became endless agony, the excruciation bottomless, the suffering relentless; all the while the machine rattled on and on and on and on, as the counter ticked higher, ever higher.

I went to Flex Atl yesterday but unlike so many times there before it was dead. The guy in the room next to me got fucked, so at least someone was getting action but I was getting nothing except for letting one guy cum on my chest. So I txted a black top I have played with off and on for years. He txted me back saying "you went to Flex without my permission?" I saw an opportunity so jumped at it. "Yes I did. Are you gonna punish me for it?" And he txted "Yes slut, get your ass over here now you are in trouble!" So I bailed and drove to his house. Totally high on weed I went inside his apt. and he immediately forced me to my knees and stuck his cock in my throat and gagged me for awhile, then bent me over his sofa and rape fucked me, all the time spanking my ass as hard as he could with his huge hands, hitting me in the same spot again and again an that shit hurt! I cried out as he told me to shut up an kept spanking an fucking me. My head bobbed hard up an down as I took it and he flooded me an left me bent over his sofa, cum dripping out my hole like a rape victim. It was SO hot! Then I left an decided to try for more so I drove to a club called Tokyo Valentino in downtown ATL. Ive gotten lotsa action there before but some nights can be dead, too. You never know. In an upstairs group room I passed a black guy who checked me out so I went in the room with him, asked if he was a top. "Yes" he said. "Im a bottom, wanna have sum fun? It beats just walking around. "Yeah" he said an pulled his cock out, which was huge, an intimidating 10" Im guessing an very thick. I was naked in seconds an down on my knees sucking an throating it. Other guys came in to watch an we had an audience. He bent me over a padded bed an fucked me doggy. I was already open an lubed from my last fuck but he stretched it an pounded it hard an it hurt SO fucking good an I needed poppers to open up more for him. he fucked me for awhile then told me to get on my back which is my favorite so I flipped an put my legs in the air like the good slut I am an he pounded me hard an deep an I felt impaled by his cock. While he fucked me he grabbed my tits and squeezed them an another guy came an from the side jammed his cock in my mouth an I sucked him as I got fucked. Dude took a break an let another black guy come up an fuck me too. This guy pounded me an came in me quickly an it was like taking a break from the other guys huge dick. When the second dude was done breeding me the main guy came back an put it in again an fucked me sum more. I ended up back in doggy position taking it hard an deep, out of my mind with sex an weed an poppers. I screamed an moaned like a raped bitch as he pounded me out an i thought I couldnt take anymore an he kept going an moaned himself. I knew he was coming. "Yes!" I begged. "Yeah? You want it?" he asked. "Yes pls!" I screamed, an he flooded me, the pressure of his cum stretching my ass deep inside. Afterwards we hung out together. I followed him around like a puppy, his slut for sure, an we excahned numbers and are going to get together again. he films shit so I wanna be in one of his vids.

We share a similar history. I was started by my uncles back in the 50s. They would take me to Camp Zoro, which later became Naked City. It was a family place, but most were pedo families. When I got too old for my uncles, they passed me along to a priest, who rigged a scholarship for me to an all boys school. Most were local, but 8 of us boarded--all recruited just like me None of it bothered me. I was using jumbo crayons as dildoes at age 3 or 4, and by 6, my uncles found a willing participant. I think starting early was the key to my becoming what I am, and I'm not angry. Grateful if anything. And I've never experienced people freaking out when I tell them about it. Mostly, I don't mention it to people who dont have an exyremely open attitude about sex. It's the same with farm activities. No coercion. No drama. So I dont see the need to complain.

Was once being fucked in the woods when a guy walking his dog stumbled upon me and my fucker. I was bent over holding onto a tree and my top was balls deep inside me. Nothing to imagine about what we were upto! My top hurriedly pulled out zipped up and fucked off. I was left bent over all but naked and panting for breath wondering if this was the day of my first indecency conviction. Instead the guy just sort of laughed and mumbled an apology for disturbing our fun and went off after his dog. I was left wanting more but also with the realisation that I don't think I had ever felt hornier than knowing I had been caught and watched taking dick.

I emailed this Top whom I’d met on an all male site. He was 56, a businessman and Top, 6'1, 195, salt and pepper hair, strictly barebacked, and never pulled out. He said was interested taking me for my virgin ride. I had tried it once before, but chickened out; and the Dude shot all over my back. After numerous emails, we decided to meet. I got to the coffee shop at his hotel an hour early. I was nervous and sat in the car, playing the radio, thinking, but not hearing. Should I go through with it? Finally, I committed to go all the way. When I entered the restaurant, I immediately recognized his blue shirt and slacks. We greeted each other and sat down at the bar. He looked as advertised, maybe a bit older, but definitely in good shape. We talked in the corner. I told him that I wanted to take his Cum bare and deep. He warned that once he started, he wouldn’t pull out, and said he’d tie my hands, maybe my legs, maybe gag me, and go for my Pussy. Foolish and naïve that I was, I agreed. I’ll never know why. I knew that he might be POZ. He admitted as much when he said he’d never been tested. We got in the elevator. He had a big hardon and pulled my hand to his crotch. We walked, to the end of the quiet, deserted hall. He used his card key and hung a "DO NOT DISTURB" sign on the door. He turned and kissed me passionately. I responded, French kissing him back. My knees were like jelly, and I was shaking ever so slightly. No, I wasn’t cold. It was my nerves. He told me to strip and kneel on the carpet. I did as he ordered, pealing off my clothes slowly, in a delaying tactic, piling them ever so neatly on a chair. I was willing, but needed time. I’d used several enemas before cuming to the hotel, so I was ready. Meanwhile, I heard him peeing in the bathroom. He’d stripped off his clothes and came out nude, facing me in front of a full-length mirror. Hairy chest, some stomach, but strong hairy legs, hairy pubes, balls, 7-inch Dick rather thick, and fully erect. He told me to suck him, but that lasted for only minutes before he guided me to the bed. The taste his Precum lingered on my lips. He pushed me down on my back, arms over my head, anchoring them to the bedstead. He stuffed a pillow under my buttocks and started to rim me. God, did that feel great! With my Butt elevated toward the ceiling, he tied a rope over my stomach, cushioned by a towel, then under the bed, thereby immobilizing me on the mattress. I was dripping Precum like there was no tomorrow. There I lay with my quivering Mancunt open and exposed, an inviting receptacle for Any Man’s Seed. “Did I need to be gagged?” “No!” I replied adamantly; though he pointedly dug a Ball Gag out of his suitcase, and laid it on the bed stand, in case I got loud. At that point, I almost panicked, but was determined not to chicken out. He mounted me, kissing me deeply, pushing his Cock Head he’d prelubed with Vaseline into my Pussy. With a slow rocking motion, he was in to the hilt, then paused, waiting for me to adjust. He said simply, "Let's Fuck!" He started pumping slowly, then furiously, my legs propped round his neck. He fucked only for minutes till his breathing grew labored. I was nervous about the upcuming Load. What if he were POZ? Yeah, I was prepared to be barebacked; but was I also ready for the Bug? I’d never given it much thought. How would I tell my Doc I needed to be tested? What would he surmise? He’d been our family physician since I was a kid, Maybe I’d have to find someone else. I knew he wouldn’t pull out, and I wasn't going anywhere. He was going to get what he wanted; and maybe I’d get what I didn’t. He told me he was going to shoot and asked how badly I needed to be bred. I told him I was nervous, afraid, but wanted him more than ever before. We were sweating up a storm. He kept piston-fucking, both of us breathless. He held a bottle of Poppers under my nose, I mean, not for a second, but a whole goddamned minute. My head was spinning, and I wondered how wise I’d been to take that Viagra I’d “borrowed” from Dad. My Ass was more open than I’d ever thought possible. I was ready to be bred, whatever that meant. More ready than ever. Right then his Dick and my Pussy were the only things in the whole world important to me. One more thrust and he started spooging. He fucked me harder, growling as he went along. He kept his hot pubes nailed to mine, his Cock deep in my Hole. An incredible feeling of warmth welled up inside me. His Dick spasmed repeatedly as ropes of Raw Jizm spurted into my Cunt. I could hold back no longer and shot all over his belly. He lay, still, atop me, telling me that he needed to rest, and that his Seed needed time to germinate, for me to be properly bred. At last he pulled out, telling me I was his Pussy Boy and he was my Master. In a sense, he was right. I regarded him as my second father, husband, or something; and I was his Pregnant Bitch. He began biting my Nips grabbing my Buttocks, and roughly yanked my ankles apart—I suppose to prove his dominance over me. At that point, it didn’t matter. I let him do as he willed. I was exhausted, sweaty, cum-fucked, and accepting of my Status in Life. What a great feeling it was to fuck without Condoms, to feel his bare Dick thrust in and out of my Hole, the spasms when he pumped his Load, and the warmth of his Jizm. But that wasn’t the end of it. We did it twice more that afternoon. I was already stretched out and prelubed with his Cum, and no longer needed to be bound. I can't wait for next time. To be frank, I don’t know if I can wait for him to cum back to town. I may have to find someone else—just for the interim—you understand. There’s a park near our house. I think I’ll give it a try. I’ve never been, but I’ve heard stories of what goes on there after dark.

Definitely, a pair of ripe sweaty man pits are better than any poppers. Shove my face in them getting that funky smell all over my goatee.