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Um, that's about the dumbest thing I've heard. It's your health, not his or anyone else's. Whether you take PrEP or use condoms or take any other measure to not catch a disease is no one's business but yours. If, like me, you've made the informed decision to be a PrEP slut knowing the risks of catching other STD's, then enjoy being the slut you always wanted to be. If that means you have to sever your ties with this guy, so be it. You'll be better off in the long run.

My friend is “straight” with six kids. Still married to his wife, but they’ve been separated for years. He’s always horny and loves to fuck. He has a nice six inch uncut cock. He works construction and stopped by today after work. Arrived funky and sweaty which I love. Sucked him until he got hard and he fucked me hard until he filled me with his babies. I can still taste his load in my ass five hours later. Finger-licking good. I’m a pig but I’m a happy pig

First, if it is what you want, okay. Second, there are a lot of different things going on here: 1. Bottom: Man who wants to get fucked. A bottom who demands condoms is no less a true bottom than any other. 2. Bareback bottom: Man who willingly takes loads. Can be choosy. Says nothing about prep. 3. Cumdump/cumslut: Many who takes any and all loads. Also says nothing about prep. 4. Bughaser: Man who seeks infection. Doesn't take prep. So, you can be a true bottom and never feel a bare cock. You can be a true bareback bottom and still say "no" to a cock. You can be a true cumdump/slut and still be on prep.

being a dump is something different for me than chasing any bugs. So no problem if you take PreP. Just enjoy being the pig you are.

I give my loads this night to a student, I meet him in a gay bar, we drink a lot and talk a lot, I fuck him at home, it was his first raw fuck and he enjoyed it really much..

My pussy may still be recovering from last night but I love the feeling of being sore and worn out ? i was blindfolded in our play room, laid on the sling with poppers in hand and my bf told me to wait. He later told me I had taken 16 guys (10 were invited by my bf and the rest came with them) i was royally fucked for almost 6 hours straight, used hard from the very beginning at first I was waiting till I heard movement in the room and then felt a hard cock pressing on my hole, seconds later he was balls deep in me (I had my bf’s load in me for lube) and we both grunted from the pleasure, then he just started pumping me in various speeds, from hard long thrusts to slow and deep till he announced he was cummin deep in my pussy when he withdrew someone else took his place and he moved to my mouth for me to clean him this went on till they all dumped a load in me and then I was release from the sling and carried to our large fuck mattress (it’s on the floor and covered in rubber for all sort of fun including piss?) i was then fucked doggy and I felt one of the guys laying next to me and I was moved on top of him and was instructed to ride him, which I gladly did of course then my favorite thing happened and I felt a second cock pressing next to the cock I was riding, looking for a way in, which he found and shoved himself deep and I was double penetrated, I just love how the tops find their rhythm and they fuck me hard and deep all men took their turn double penetrating me till each rewarded me with another load ? while I was being dp’d some of the guys felt the need to piss and I first had a golden shower to drench me and my blindfold in piss and then I started drinking them from the tap Apparently some of the guys had to leave after their second round but 7 remained and had a competition between themselves to show each other who can fuck me harder and deeper I sure wasn’t complaining and I kept encouraging them to keep on going and go harder on me, which they sure did! each rewarded me with another cum load and I cleaned them all before they took a quick shower and left while I was laying on the mattress drenched in cum and piss only when they all left my bf came and told me what a good boy I am and how proud he is of me which got me instantly hard he surprised me and sat on me taking my cock up his hole balls deep, I was exhausted so he rode me for a couple of minutes before I exploaded in him and he got up, lifted my legs and shoved his cock in me, pumped for a couple of minutes and dumped the last load in me only then he took the blindfold off and we made out a bit and he ate my ass and we shared a couple of cum filled kisses before calling it a night and taking a nice long bath before bed woke up with my bf pumping my sore hole and got his morning load ? overall, last night I received nearly 40 loads ?

I rented a condo on Maui through Airbnb. Once I had booked, my communications were with the property manager, who also happened to be the owner of the unit. He and I shared a few emails before my husband and I arrived in Maui last week. The property manager's name was Dave, just like mine. Dave instructed me to call him when we were 15 minutes away from arrival at the condo. He said he lived in the same complex, and that he would meet us at the condo with the keys. I did as instructed. When I spoke with Dave on the phone to tell him we were close, he said would see us there in 15 minutes. When we arrived at the condo at about 8pm that evening we found the front door open and the lights on. I rang the doorbell as we walked inside. There was a pair of flip-flops on the entry rug, just inside the door. "Hello!" I yelled out as we walked in. Just then a buff and hunky looking guy in his late 40's came around the corner. He was dressed in basketball shorts, a wife beater tee-shirt and bare feet. He had a few Hawaiian/tribal type tattoos covering his muscular arms. "Hi", Dave said as he walked toward us. "Can I ask you to remove your shoes at the door, please? Hawaiian style." he added while pointing to a hand painted sign hung next to the front door. "Mahalo for removing your shoes", the sign read, over a painting of flip-flops. I immediately kicked off my shoes. My husband walked in with the first of his bags as I instructed him to kick off his shoes as well. "Dave, this is my husband, Rick". Dave looked at us with a puzzled look on his face. Then he had a smirk come to his face. "Two men? I guess I didn't realize it would be two men. This unit just has one king sized bed. I don't know what your relationship is? But there is a full size murphy bed here in the den. And the sofa is a sofa sleeper, if you don't want to share a bed", he said with a smiling smirk. "Unless Rick pisses me off, we'll be fine with the king sized bed", I said, smiling back. Dave showed us around the condo. It was an absolutely beautiful and tastefully decorated condo. I complimented Dave on the beautiful decor. "My wife does the design of all our condos. I'll tell her you like it. I'm a contractor. I do all the tile work. The two showers are my designs. I looked into the master bath and then told him I thought the tile design in the shower was fabulous. Once he had finished showing us around, he handed us the two sets of keys and told us to call if we needed anything. Then the hunk left, locking the door behind him. "Woof! What a fucking stud!" I said to my husband as we both laughed. A few days later, I was on Grindr, trying to see if there was anyone close by to suck off or fuck. I had chatted with a few guys, but no one could host. Finally, around 9pm that evening I got a message from someone that showed being only 375 feet away. His Grindr name was Str8DomTopMaui. "Hi. I see we're close". I messaged him. "Yup. What building number are you in?" he asked. "Building 11. I can't host. Can you?" "I may be able to host. Show me your pics", he said. We shared some pics back and forth. His pics were amazing. He was really well hung. His cock soft looked at least 7 inches or more. There were two full body pics. He was buff, muscular and hung. The tattoos on his arms looked familiar. Could be just a coincidence, since they were Hawaiian tribal designs. Then he sent me a 3rd pick. It was him fucking, doggy style, a beautiful brunette with big tits. Just his face from the nose down showed. But, now there was no mistake that this was Dave. Our landlord for the week. DAMN! His naked and fucking pics were even hotter than I would have imagined. We chatted back and forth for awhile. He said he was straight and married. But that he liked to get sucked, rimmed and to fuck gay guys. He said a couple of times that he only pitches. He doesn't catch. He was in a building just a few buildings away from mine. He couldn't host there. But, he said he owned a rental unit in the building next to mine. He said it was empty tonight and that he could meet me there. He told me that he would head over there now. Give him 10 minutes. He would unlock the place. Then he would go into the master bath and close the door. He wanted this to be totally anonymous. He didn't want to see me. And didn't want me to see him. He instructed me to come into the unit. Close and lock the door behind me. Come into the master bedroom. Undress, turn off the lights and to kneel next to the bed. He said he'd place a sleep mask on the bed. He wanted me to wear the mask over my eyes. Then tell him when I was ready. I told my husband I was going to take a walk around the complex. Then I headed over to building 12. I found the unit. The door was ajar. I walked in, locked the door behind me and found the master bedroom. The door to the master bath was closed and I could see light under the door. I stripped, grabbed the sleep mask that he'd left on the bed. I turned out the lights, walked back to the bed and knelt down, facing the bathroom. "Ok. I'm ready", I yelled out. As I was putting the sleep mask over my eyes, I could see the light under the bathroom door extinguish and hear the door open. I could hear and feel someone walk up to me and a soft cock was pressed to my lips. I opened my mouth and took the large mushroomed cockhead into my mouth. I sucked on his cock and flicked my tongue under the head. I reached up to caress his balls as I sucked, but he barked out, "No hands". I pulled my hands away and continued to suck on his cock as it swelled in my mouth. I used my mouth and tongue to worship his cock as it swelled to nearly 8 inches. I licked up and down his shaft and licked his balls. Then he climbed up on the edge of the bed. "Eat my ass, fag", he barked. I crawled behind him and found his ass. I leaned forward, spreading his ass as my tongue licked his sweaty smelling asshole. He let out a soft moan as I licked deeper into his hole. "Yeah! Good faggot. Eat my hole. Come on, cunt. Eat my hole". Hearing his voice, there was no doubt in my mind. This is my host, Dave. The thought that my tongue was now buried in that hunky guys ass was a huge turn-on. I spread his ass even further and slid my tongue deep up into his str8 hole. I reached up and began to stroke his now rock hard cock as I continued to eat his shit hole. He reached around and pulled the back of my head deeper into his ass. My tongue was as far deep up inside his hole as I could get it. "Ok, queer. Get up here. Put your ass up. You're going to get fucked, now". he growled. I climbed up on the edge of the bed. I got on my knees with my ass up, face down. I could feel him climbing off the bed, as I climbed on. He was now standing behind me. His rock hard cock was now slapping my hole. He spit a few times on my ass and pushed the spit up inside me with his thumb. More spit on my ass, then he spit on his own cock a few times. Soon his mushroom cockhead was pressed at my puckered hole. I was wishing I had some poppers to help me open up, but I was going to have to go it alone. He pushed the large head up into me. I took some deep breaths as he continued to push up into me. He slid up into me, balls deep in one, quick thrust. He wasted no time. He immediately began to fuck. SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!............His cock was ramming into me. It was hurting a bit, but in my mind I was picturing that gorgeous hunk that showed us around his condo, imagining him as he had his giant cock buried in my ass. Soon, it was feeling great. He was a brutal fucker. Showing me no mercy. He was definitely here just for his own pleasure. He was grabbing me hard around the waist as he rammed into me. "Nice cunt, faggot", he snarled as he continued to slam into me. About 15 minutes of his hard pounding, finally had us both in the middle of the bed. He had pressed me down. I was turned to the side as he was grinding and slamming into me. He had one hand on the side of my head, pressing it into the mattress. He was a brutal fucker, but it felt amazing. He then pulled from me and pulled me up by the waist. I was again on my hands and knees. He again slammed deep up into me and resumed ramming into me. "Uhhhhhhhh.........Uhhhhhhhhhhh..........Uhhhhhhhhhhh", he grunted as his cock pounded into me. "Fuckin' faggot! You ready for my spunk? You want my man juice in your pussy? Huh, faggot? You ready to get seeded in that fag cunt of yours?" "AAAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" he growled as he slammed deep into me and held it there as I could feel his cock throb as he filled my gut with his hot juice. My ass milked his cock as he emptied his balls deep into my ass. When he finished cumming, he pulled from me and climbed off the bed. As he walked back to the master bath he said, "OK. get dressed and leave, fag. I'm done with you", he barked. He walked into the bathroom, closed the door and the light again came on under the doorway. As I dressed, I could hear him also dressing. I let myself out and walked across the street. There was a staircase leading to one of the condo's pools. I sat down on the stairs. It was hidden behind some lush, tropical landscaping, but would give me a good view of anyone walking past. A few minutes later, in the dim light, I could see my host, Dave, walking past on his way back to his own condo a few buildings away. At the end of the week, I received a message from Dave asking what time we could be leaving the condo on our final day? I told him at 10am on Wed. At 10am there was a knock on our door. I opened the door to find Dave standing there. "Come in", I said as I opened the door for him. He came inside, kicking off his flip-flops as he entered the unit. My husband was in the bedroom, finishing packing. I handed Dave the two sets of keys as I told him how much we enjoyed staying here in his unit for the week. He leaned into my ear and whispered, "Hope you enjoyed my load, as well". We smiled at each other as my husband came out of the bedroom with his suitcase. They shook hands and Dave went about checking to make sure we were leaving his condo in good condition. My husband has no idea that that hunky landlord of ours had filled my ass a few nights before. You can be sure that the next time we go back to Maui, we'll be renting from Dave again.

Here's another hot story from the old bugshare site for my bareback blog. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/05/stealth-pozzing-19yo-newbie.html ........................... When I got home I got a big surprise—a phone call from a 19 year old I’d POZZED 3 months ago. I‘d been only the second one to TOP him, and never thought I’d hear from him again. We met last June. I couldn’t wait to caress his youthful, tender Ass. He, in turn, went down on me, and sucked me close to Cumming. I stopped him cause I had better use for my POZ Cum than that. He’d find that out. I led him to the bedroom. He tried to escape my engorged Cock, but I trapped him to the mattress. He began to whimper, so I kissed him and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. I fucked him slowly, with powerful deep thrusts. I hit his Prostate, and he felt it. I couldn't hold back—filled his Virgin Hole with hot POZ Jizm, paused to allow my Toxic Seed to settle, then began to fuck him hard and fast. He bellowed in shear pleasure. After 15 minutes he reached down and felt my Dick. His eyes went wide. "No Rubber? Don’t Cum in me, OK? Shoot on my Chest and Stomach.” I acquiesced. He hadn’t counted on my Special Gift—that I can Cum a half dozen times, depending on the NEG-AND-SEX-APPEAL of the Dude I’m GIFTING. And Joey boy was VERY NEG and VERY SEXY. I fucked him harder. God, the Kid appealed to me—so young and vibrant and voluptuous! I felt It tingle in my Balls, rising toward my Piss Slit! I shot again, inundating his Guts with my POZ Jism. And kept on screwin’ for half an hour longer. “I’M CUMMIN!” That was him; not me. He hadn’t even touched himself. I was fucking the NEG Shit out of him. How I wanted to swallow his last NEG Load. I slowed my pace and licked up what I could, without stopping. "Man are you going to Cum or what?" he asked, almost exasperated. I had a duty to perform, and didn’t want to shirk my obligation. I responded I’d shoot soon. I wanted my first Loads to fester for as long as possible, so I intentionally held off and fucked him for another quarter-hour. "Please Cum! I can't take this any longer!" I spooged all over him. He got so excited at the sight of my raw Seed. He said he was afraid that I would Cum in him. He wanted to play Safe. I only smiled—I may have POZZED another one. ***************************************************************************************************************************** “Hello.” "It’s me, Joey, remember? Three months ago. I’ve tested POZ. You didn’t….?" “Wasn’t me, Joey. I never came in you. Have you played with someone else?” “A couple—but they all wore Condoms.” “Then it must have been a friggin’ accident. A broken Rubber or something. Tell you what. Cum over and we’ll talk about it.” “Are you POZ?” I hesitated. To continue the charade or tell the truth. “Yes, I am.” “I’ll be over in 30 minutes.” Talk we never did—at least not that evening. Talk is cheap, and not what I was in the mood for. He arrived visibly upset, wearing Tank Top and Cutoffs, and, for the record, no underwear. I asked if he wanted anything to drink. “Ginger Ale would be fine.” He’d drunk Ginger Ale the first night, too. Silently we sat on the couch. I massaged his inner thigh, worked up his pant leg, brushed his past his Balls, and stroked his soft Cock with nimble, practiced fingers. Magnificent! My POZ Child’s Shaft was hardening. I unbuttoned his cutoffs. The well-worn zipper glided easily, exposing his infected tumid Shaft. I couldn’t wait to taste his POZ Precum, knowing one so recently knocked up must be rife with the Virus. Yeah, I was responsible; and proud of it! I shoved my unlubed index finger up his Pussy. He jerked reflexively, then relaxed. I led him to the bedroom leaving his Cutoffs on the couch, pulled off his Tank Top, lubed up with Vaseline, and fucked him for an hour. I came 4 times, and with each climax acknowledged how good it felt to have my POZ Jizm flowing up his Pussy. By my 4th ejaculation, I think he knew exactly how he’d been POZZED. I began to masturbate him mercilessly. I worked his fat Cock faster, my hand but a blur upon his Tool. “Shoot your Toxic Jism, Joey. Shoot It down my throat. And promise me, you’ll remember— ’Tis better to give than to receive.’”

Got there. Stripped. Made a lap. Stopped by this hot otters room. Made out. Sucked. Kissed. Left. Ran into My buddy. We made out, he ate my ass. We left the door open to my room. While he was enjoying my ass another guy came in. They made out. I sucked him. Buddy dropped a load in me. He ate my ass and then slid back in After the second load they both ate my ass. We parted ways. Made a lap. Back to the room. This cute ginger kept walking buy. Went to the dark hallway. We made out and jerked off. Another guy walked up. Ginger seemed spooked. He left. I stayed in the dark hall. Ginger came back. I said let’s go to my room. Made out. I rode him. He busted in me. Layed around my room. Back to otters room. Biddu was in there. They tag teamed me while guys watched. Buddy bred me again. Back to my room. Older hairy daddy kept walking buy. He finally came in. Made out. Licked. Sucked. He ate my ass like a pro. (Love having my ass eaten). He slid in. And fucked for a bit. Didn’t cum. I went to the big bed. Laid back. Older married guy came over. Made out. Tired tomslide in but needed lube. Back to my room. Made out. He bred me. It was 12:30. Headed home. BI BLk guy who I’ve played with before hit me up. He came over at 1:30!!! Huge 8.5 thick. Left a huge load in me. He left. I passed out. What a great Friday

I’ve always loved being hairy and I find a guy’s body hair (including my own) to be totally sexy. The only thing I do as far as “manscaping” goes is shave my balls since I don’t like my cockring or harness pulling my pubic hairs. That’s about it - the rest is natural. When I was younger (20s/30s) I used to shave my back because such a large number of Miami guys were (and still are) usually such prima donnas that anything as natural as a hairy back is an immediate disqualifier for a hookup. There’s definitely still a lot of body hair-shaming going on out there. Now I’m older, more comfortable with my pig self, hang out with the more down-to-earth pigs in Fort Lauderdale, and can’t be bothered to worry about nonsense like that anymore - if someone’s that shallow and squeamish about your body hair I doubt the sex is going to be worth the time or the trouble. Quite frankly I’ve always found hairy, natural pigs are much sexier and a hell of a lot much more fun to play with.

This is a crazy story, but my first watersports experience was during the first porn film I ever shot! I'd always wondered about WS and whether i'd like it, but when the director met with me a few days before (he lived fairly local) and told me the set up I was like, oh hell, can I really do this?! The next few days were spent pissing on myself in the shower as a kind of training. Anyway, the scene set up was that I owed a group of guys money that I didn't have so they were gonna fuck me, abuse me and piss all over me in punishment. I loved it. There was one point where a guy pissed all over my face, body, in my mouth, over my hair for what seemed like three minutes - he had a boner so that's probably what made the piss take so long! Since then I've never looked back, and enjoy getting pissed on and drinking from the tap whenever I can. I should say too that I only ended up doing a handful of porn films - I was a total tourist! - and most of them were pay-per-view that didn;t go anywhere. But this scene was for a Triga DVD, and it ended up going all over Europe!

I love cum. Been eating my own cum since I first started shooting it when I was 11 (I'm 54. That's a lot of cum). Been sucking cocks since I was 12. I love the taste of cum. Even licked it up off the floors of adult bookstores or ate it out of used condoms. I can't imagine spitting it out.

I woke up to Logan roughly ramming his dripping morning wood up my ass yet again. "FUCK! I've gotta piss so bad it hurts, but I can't piss when my cock's this hard!" "Then rail my ass good, brother - you know I can't get enough of your dirty cum." The bouncing of the bed woke Zeb, and he got up and started sorting out the clothes we'd discarded the night before. (He later said it was partly to take his mind off how much HE needed to piss until Logan was ready for it.) Sometimes it's about the fucking, but this time it was all about the load - as soon as he was done breeding me, Logan was getting dressed for his hose-down. I clenched my hole to keep the loads where they belonged, and got into the bathroom just in time to see Logan - wearing a sweat-stained heather gray muscle tee and a pair of his cleaner (that is, not so greasy the piss would just run off) riding jeans kneeling in the middle of my walk-in shower - get hit in the face with Zeb's dark yellow morning piss. I stepped up and rather than waste piss on his already wet front, I stepped up behind and soaked the back of his shirt and down into his pants. Zeb and I circled him making sure he was wet all over and there wasn't any of his fur or clothes that were not absolutely drenched with stinkin' morning piss. Once he was thoroughly wet, we aimed into his mouth and enjoyed watching him guzzle that potent brew like it was spring water. As soon as Zeb and I both ran dry, we were kneeling side by side - and Logan stood up and started pissing like a burst fire hose. Given all the beer he'd had the night before it wasn't as strong as it might have been, but it smelled great and tasted better, and Zeb and I started passing mouthfuls back and forth as Logan drenched us. Thankfully, most of the floors in my place are hard-surface and waterproof ... intentionally ... so dripping wasn't really much of a problem as we got breakfast and then helped Logan load his bike. Too soon, it was time for him to be on the road. Logan hugged and kissed us both then said "Aw, fuck..." and hit a double-bicep pose, and both Zeb and I dove into his rank, piss-enhanced pits for one last wallow. Then the leather jacket went on and he rode off, hopefully leaving his nasty strain to take in both of us. I sat down with Zeb and finally got out of him that the reason behind his meltdown traced back to the shitbag who raped him - he'd always promised himself he'd never violate someone's consent and felt he'd done that when he mounted me in the bar. "OK, Zeb - I can see your point. But surely you realized somewhere that I'm a sex pig and anyone who'd get fucked in public like that isn't going to object to some more dick from someone he likes - especially since we were in the middle of fucking in public! And it's not like you planned it, the way you've hinted the guy who assaulted you did. It's a very different thing to push a limit in the heat of a wild sex scene from cold-blooded planning to rape someone." Zeb sat digesting that for a moment, then nodded. "Thank you, Papa - that helps." "I'm glad. Now, this may be hard for you - but this is only going to work out if we communicate like this. Any time you're tempted to minimize something or just avoid telling me about something you're feeling, remember this - and then talk to me. 'Papa Bear' implies more than just being the dude who's breeding your hole day in and day out." Zeb nodded and grinned. "I'll try, Papa." He shifted in his chair and winced a little. "Damn, you two really did a number on me; I guess my eyes were bigger than my fuckhole!" "We were pretty rough; and after taking so many loads from Logan, I can't imagine that you won't poz up, but I'll leave it to you whether you want me to breed you while your hole's still tenderized or if you want to wait until it's more comfortable." "I think I'll wait. Pain just isn't my thing." He was quiet for a moment, then asked "How long do you think it will be before we know?" "No way to know, pup; depends on the person and the strain. On top of that, I barely noticed my 'fuck flu' - some guys are out of work for a week and a few even wind up hospitalized. Tell you what; start taking your temperature every morning right when you get up; that's usually one of the most consistent times to do it. If that starts rising steadily - presuming you don't catch a real cold or flu - it'll give us a clue." "Will do, Papa." "And at some point, we need to talk about your plan to poz the shitbag who raped you." That set Zeb off - and I realized how long he'd been planning this. I could only suggest a few small refinements - he knew the town, he had friends who kept him informed about the target's behavior - who, I should point out, was NOT particularly popular in the area - and he'd given a lot of thought to not leaving traces that could be followed back to him. "My friends just think I like hearing how he's turned into a sad piece of shit who gets blackout drunk every Friday and Saturday night; I've never even hinted I have any intention of doing anything to him - usually, I say something like 'So, still rotting in his own little hell far from me - perfect' when they mention him." We spent the rest of that Sunday just being lazy animals; I realized it would be REALLY easy to get used to having a pup around - Zeb fetched anything I needed and of course I never had to move a muscle to piss - it all just poured right down his throat. And having someone to work out with sure made that less boring! All that on top of having two hot holes to fuck whenever I felt the need (even if one was out of service at the moment)... the term "pig heaven" comes to mind. But eventually, he cleaned up a bit and headed back to his apartment - since he said if he stayed over the temptation to just skip work would be too much, since I worked from home... and I have to admit, I don't know if I'd have the resolve to chuck him out the door to get to work. It was an issue we'd have to resolve eventually... but not immediately. Over the next several weeks we did work that out and I quickly got spoiled - I'd never had trouble getting laid, but that's different from having a willing hole available practically any time I wanted to just roll onto and bury my meat in. Not to mention getting my hole rimmed, pits licked, piss swallowed... and on a few occasions, my prostate got a good pummeling from Zeb's uncut fucktool and I got to enjoy the slick wet feeling of being full of redneck otter hopefully-soon-to-be-poz cum. The time seemed to fly by - and then came the morning about three weeks after Logan had left where I woke up to find Zeb next to me a sweaty mess, running a fever and feeling extremely ill. He called in sick by video call and when his boss saw him the first words out of his mouth were "Holy shit, Zeb - you look like hell!" ... so there wasn't any issue with him being out sick that day. I cancelled an appointment and prepared to spend the day taking care of him. "You think this might be it, Papa? Am I pozzing up?" "It sure could be, pup. It's been long enough, but the only way to be sure is to get you tested when it's over. I don't know if it really makes a difference once the fuck flu sets in, but lots of guys seem to think it's hot to take as many dirty loads as they can get while it's going on, to try and make sure the virus gets a good strong start. Would you want to do that?" "Papa, you know I'll take your load any time you want to fill me - but if this is Uncle Logan's strain I don't think it'll need any help." I fucked him about twice as often as usual for the next couple of days anyway, just because - and in selfish mode, I have to admit that the fever made his fuckhole even hotter than normal and that felt simply amazing!

As I lay there looking at the screen I was trying to think of a way out of this. I had managed to always spin these guys a yarn and they had always believed me. They always said they understood and went on to try and arrange another meet. Think. Think As I put my mind into overdrive I heard a door open behind me and people enter. There before me stood 4 guys. All taller than me which wasn't hard and they ranged in age from mid 40s to about 60. They surrounded me and looked down. I looked at all of there faces. There was no emotion on any of them. I recognised all of them from their profiles. I then saw that they were all wearing leather waist coats of bare hairy chests. They all had on leather jock straps which were barely covering some straining bulges. As you can tell I liked leather and it was the reason I had targeted these guys in the first place. It was Desmond that was first to speak. He said hello Tony. I can see that you recognise all of us. He carried on by sayi g that over the last few months he and his friends had become very concerned for my welfare. I had all these pent up desires and emotions and for some reason or other your plans to fulfil your needs always ended without the outcome you described in your conversations. This was not healthy and as your friends we had taken a decision to look after your welfare by making your wishes come true. So each of us has highlighted a conversation we have had with you and over the next couple of days we are going to help you fulfil your various needs. For once in my life I was speachless. Had I just heard right. Did he say over the next couple of days?. Surely someone would miss me. As I was laying there thinking about this Des spoke again and it was as if he was reading my mind. He said that arrangents had been made with my parents and work so no one was going to be worried about my abscence. Desmond then smiled at me. No it wasn't a smile it was a smirk. He continued. Now it appears you have various needs or itches that need to be scratched and as I said we are here to make these happen. Whilst each of our conversations have been different and highlighted a different desire they all have one thing in common. They all start the same way. You arrive at your meet ready to get straight down to business. The first thing that you do is loosen up by having a slam and getting into the zone. As this is a common factor to each of us then that's how we will begin. Before we came into the room we all drew lots to see who would be the first to help make your first desire to come through and I'm pleased to tell you it was Chris that won. You remember Chris don't you. Chris is the guy you spoke to about your desires to be fucked by two cocks at once. As you can see there are four os us here so if your maths is any good you will realise there are six possible ways in which we can make this happen and we are all eager to play our part. Throughout Des whole conversation I said nothing. I just layed there in shock. I could not work out if this was real or not but when I focused and saw Chris approaching me with a point in his hand I knew it was. I started to panic.

I was out and about a while back when I started feeling horny. I was toying with an idea for a while. Something that would get the other persons heart pounding too. On this night i contacted a Brazilian shemale escort who was on bbrt at that time. She was a thick 9 incher with a skinny body and bid tits. I knew for some time she was a party girl and a bareback fucker. I also know she had lived in Thailand for a while. I told her I was out with a friend and we were both drunk. I said he was straight and had never taken any chems before but was interested in trying G and T with a "professional" lady. . She agreed to meet him 1 2 1 and see how things panned out. amd agreed not to mention she was a ladyboy until he was high. Little did she know I was that "straight guy" and she was in my trap. I sent her my number and told her I would get him to call her. I told her I was going to a sauna and wished her a good night I called her a few minutes later and explained I had been given her number by a good friend. She said she was expecting my call and asked If I wanted to party. I said yes and she text me her address. I arrived and she buzzed me up. I was rock hard and my chest was pounding because of the charade. When she opened the door I was blown away. She was slim, beautiful and I spied a little bulge. We made our way into the bedroom. She gave me a little kiss and told me to relax. I gave her a donation and she left for a few minuets. I looked around the room. I could see poppers, various sized dildos from small to holy fuck. She returned with a little tray with a drink to relax me. I downed the aloe vera drink and noticed the tell tale after taste. It was strong, she hadnt gone easy, she clearly wanted me relaxed high and loose. Once again she kissed me left again and told me to relax. I stripped to my boxers and noticed a discussion going on in the other room. I assumed whoever was in there didnt approve of her taking advantage of me. She returned again with the same tray. This time was different. There was a small clear bag, a glass pipe and a lighter. She asked me if I knew what it was, I played dumb and asked if it was G...she smiled, pulled me close and kissed me for about 30 seconds. She prepared everything for me. She explained how to breath and when to exhale. She sparked it up. When it began to evaporate she siad "slowly inhale" I sucked back for about 10 or 15 seconds. "Wait" she said after about 15 seconds she told me to exhale....instant nirvana. The G I had taken earlier started kicking in. I slightly exaggerated the reaction to maker her feel I was a helpless virgin in her control. She kissed me again, deeper this time. My cock was rock hard. She felt it and smiled. She repeated this multiple times. She said I needed more to relax. When she was satisfied she told me to take a shower I showered wile trying not to fall over. Her G was strong or the dose was high. When I was finished I walked naked back to the bedroom. I saw her in the living room with a bi Brazilian guy who I found out later owns the place and is letting her stay with him for sexual servicing. They were preparing to slam each other. They noticed me looking and I kept walking into the bedroom. The pipe and lighter were still there so I hit it hard as I could waiting for her to return. A little while the guy came out and asked me how I was doing with a big smile. I gave him a thumbs up. He said he loved hairy guys blew me a kiss and stumbled back into the living room. I expected to hear them fucking any minute but she returned to me with another drink and a big kiss. She was high as a kyte and rock hard but i pretended not to notice. I downed the drink and she took me to the bed and started kissing me deeply. We chatted and kissed. I talked to her about a recent holiday to Thailand and mentioned I wanted to go back alone, having gone with a friend before. She took off her bra. We continued to kiss and she asked me why i wanted to go back to thailand. I said i dont know, maybe to meed a thai ladyboy or get a massage. She smiled and told me she is a ladyboy. Still acting I asked her what she meant. She stopped sissing me, moived back and pulled out her huge cock. I joked that she tricked me and my friend tricked me. I sat up and kissed her. She went into horny overdrive and kept kissing me and rubbing my cock. She then sterted rubbing my asshole lightly as she moved down to start sucking me off. She sucked my cock and licked my asshole for a few minutes then stopped. She gave me the pipe and left the room. I sucked deep and blew clouds. She ruturned with a blindfold and retrived stockings from her drawer. She asked if it was ok as she started to tie me spread eagle. I was so high at this time i could barely spoke. She kissed me and left the room. She quickly returned but i could hear whistering in the background of the music. She kissed me repeatedly switching from kissing me to sucking my cock. She told me to focus and she would hold the pipe for me. I followed her instruction. I also felt my arm being tied at the elbow. "OK now" she said. I slowly inhaled my deepedt one yet. "Hold it" she said. I helf my breath as long as i could. As i was exhaling i could feel the band around my elbow being released and a warm feeling throughout my whole body. My feet and hands were untied as i curled up in the foetal position...it was my forst slam and it was a huge one. I felt nausea for a minute and was unable to speak. I tried to lift myself but my arms crumpled beneath me. I lay on the bed blindfolded. I could feel her kisses on my lips , his mouth around my cock and his fingers in my ass. This was the begining of a 2 day session. Let me know if you want to know more...

My names Tony but most of my friends called me Tiny. Tiny as I was just over 5 feet tall and no other reason. You would think that as I was so short that I would be picked on but this was not the case, in fact it was the total opposite. I was more than capable of handling myself and never backed down from a fight. In honesty I was an arrogant 19 year old who felt that the world owed me a free ticket and I pissed a lot of people of with my attitude. This was the reason I am laying strapped to a bench surrounded by four guys that look like they mean business. Earlier on in the week I had been on my computer logged into my favourite bb site. Yes I am gay and I've known it since I was 14 when I was seduced by the local vicar bit that is another story. As I was saying I was logged in and I was looking at the messages. I had no intentions of meeting but I did like to string people along. I played them along with messages and pictures and arranged meets which I had no intentions of going to. Just to piss them of. Watching the old trolls agree to anything thinking they were going to get my ass. I had been talking to 2 such guys on a regular basis and after I flaked on them for the umpteenth time and fed them another cock and bull story as to why I did not show up they were then trying to arrange another meet. Suckers it was not going to happen or not intentionally. As I said I was arrogant and when I sent the guys pictures they really were of me and clearly showed my face and body. If you got it flaunt it. Whilst only 5 foot I had a tight athletic body from years of swimming which I kept shaved. My cock was a respectable 7inches which looked massive on my small frame. I did look good and I used every opportunity I could to show off. So today was Friday and it was hot so I was walking through the park towards the local pool. I had my bag thrown over my shoulder and was wearing a pair of well fitted shorts and nothing else. There was a five sheen of sweat glistening of my well tanned body from the 90 degree heat. I was just exiting the park by the west gate when without warning a black van screached to a halt in front of me. The side doors flew open. Two guys jumped out and before I could react they had injected something into my neck and I had blacked out. The next thing I became aware of was waking up in a room strapped to some sort of bench, alone. It took me a while to clear my head and whilst I was securely tied I could see my surroundings. On the wall in front of me was a t v. There was a table over to my left with something on it but that was covered up and to my right there were some chains hanging from the ceiling but I could not make out what was hanging from them. As I tried desperately to try and break my bonds I suddenly became aware of a red dot in thr top corner of the room. I heard it before I saw it and then I realised it was a camera. I was being watched. I started to thrash about and scream to be let go but whomever had tied me up knew what they were doing. Then when I had all bit given up the television flicked on and someone started to talk. Good afternoon Tony, my name is Desmond but you will know me as sleazy skin. I am here with 3 other like minded people whom you have been in regular contact with. As it appears you have such a dramatic life where nothing goes to plan then we thought that for once we as your friends would make something happen as you planned. If you don't understand what I am talking about then look at the TV and I am sure it will jog your memery. On the screen suddenly appeared snap shots of conversations I had been having on the bb Web sites with 4 guys. I had been stringing them all along for months. I had told them all sorts of things, agreed to meet and never showed up. Oh boy I think I may be in trouble.....

I've seen topics debating hair vs smooth at various times here, but I don't think I've seen the discussion framed around how body hair or lack thereof influences confidence. For me body hair is like this specter hanging over my head whenever I go out to play. Being a non-smooth bottom feels like a curse in some ways, like I'm falling short of my potential. There's this envious part of me that sees smooth guys getting fucked and wishes I wasn't afflicted with the level of hair on my body. Of course this could be the result of porn fantasy exerting its very specific vision of reality in a negative way, and I recognize that possibility, but recognition doesn't change much of anything. I know different guys have different preferences, and from what I've seen there's a fairly even split between guys who find it attractive and those who don't (ironically I'm in the former camp), even though it feels like there's a majority percentage with a smooth preference. In catering to my mental preference divide, I have experimented with shaving and trimming. While I absolutely love the look and feel of being artificially smooth, the huge amount of daily maintenance is overwhelming, and even when I do go through routine upkeep the presence of stubble limits the amount of confidence I gain. So I guess my question is: are you comfortable with your level of body hair? If not, how do you deal with it?

A week ago I got fucked at the local cruise park by a really hot guy. This was the second or third time we have seen each other there. Each time he fucks me in the woods, pumps his load and leaves. Until last week, we have barely spoken a half dozen words. The guy is super hot, very straight looking/acting, with a beautiful 8” cut cock. After we were done last week, he gave his number and said he wanted to host me so we could really take our time fucking and avoid a potential arrest fucking in a public park. We exchanged numbers, I never thought I would hear from him but I have several times. His texts are one word “available”. So this morning I texted him “available until 4”. He replied and gave me an address to meet him at. I jumped up got dressed when he said he had to cancel. DAMN! I texted back “how about the park instead”. In 15 minutes I pulled into the park, it was slow but I saw his pickup truck. We walked back to our usual spot, I dropped and sucked to him fully hard. He said he couldn’t wait any longer and spit on his dick and slid in me fully. I leaned up against a tree as he began to fuck me fast and slow. I could feel his dick getting really hard, like he was about to blow and he would immediately slow down. He was enjoying the blistering he was giving my hole. He kept saying how much he loved my tight hole. He pulled out completely and spit on his dick once again and told me to bend over and stick out my ass as far as I could. When I did, he rammed his cock all the way in, grabbed my hips and pounded me as furiously as he could. I could feel his dick swelling but this time he didnt slow down. Couple of minutes he’s panting and says I am gonna breed your hole right now! One final thrust and he held on has his load splattered my insides. He pulled out and as we cleaned up we (finally) made some small talk. He told me that he has a “chick” that lives with him. But that he will keep in touch and wants to keep fucking my ass whenever we can meet. He left as a few cars were arriving. A young Hispanic guy and regular showed up and smiled as we passed. He fucked me months ago - maybe a year now - but nothing since. As we passed I could tell he was looking back so I turned around and smiled. By now, lots of guys are cruising since it’s lunch time. I walked away and passed a young hot black that fucked me a few weeks ago but again it was pretty busy so not easy to connect. Finally the other cruisers were in different parts of the park and the Hispanic guy motioned for me to follow him into a very wooded area off the path. Just so happens that the black guy also follows. The 3 of us are standing behind a pretty large tree that is surrounded by brush and mangroves. The Hispanic guy grabs my ass and spits on his dick and slides in. His cock is average 6” or so and uncut but he’s obviously pretty horned up the way he starts to pound me. After a couple of minutes he pulls out and a gob of cum from the other guy leaks out. I turn around and he says I am not done yet. He slides back in and takes little time in shooting his load inside. The whole time the black guy is watching and slowly jacking off. Once the Hispanic pulls out the black slides right into my cum filled two load hole. This guy’s cock is probably 7” or so and thicker than the last one. He doesn’t waste any time in pounding me. I see another very old man cruising and he is walking towards us but neither of consider stopping. The old man can’t see or doesn’t notice us but he is only a couple of hundred feet away! With a couple of more thrusts my black stud makes a loud groan and releases his load into me. The cum is now pouring out of my ass, my jock is completely soaked in cum. I tried to clean up but realized there was too much cum for a napkin so I left. I took 3 huge loads in a little over an hour. Pretty efficient use of time.

Your friend/master in Berlin is violating the bedrock principle that underlies all sane Dominant/submissive relationships: As your master, he has a Duty of Care to look after your safety and well-being because he is in a position (which you have given him) to exercise strong influence over you. His effort to persuade you to do something that puts your health at risk reveals him as a callous asshole who has no business Dominating anyone. You say that you are considering stopping PrEP because the thought of being infected by someone turns you on. Let’s draw a sharp distinction between the worlds of fantasy and reality, here. On the one hand you have a pleasant tingle that helps you get off. On the other hand you have the near certainty of contracting an incurable diseae for which you will have to take harsh medication every. single. day of your life, without fail, or the disease may grow a strain that could kill you, and even if it doesn’t, your body will be in a constant state of inflammation, making you susceptible to other ailments like certain cancers. That is, if you detect the infection before it ravages your immune system to the point that you catch pneumonia or fungal meningitis and simply die. So, to recap: On one hand a fantasy that tickles your taint, and on the other, a debilitating disease and possible death. Don’t say you’re going to choose the first option, because you would be demonstrating to everyone that you are an idiot. No fantasy is worth your health, and if you harbor some notion that having HIV is no big deal, then allow me, a four-year AIDS survivor, to set you straight. Your “master” is nothing of the sort - he’s just a common-or-garden abuser who is apt to bring you to harm. Ditch his sorry ass and find a Dominant worthy of you. And if you’ve got any common sense at all, stay on your PrEP.

I'm a Yeti. I'm covered in fur front and back. It was never an issue for bottoming, and as a top no one gives a shit what I look like because the bottom's ass is in the air and his face in a pillow, There's no accounting for the "taste" (of lack thereof) of other men. I'm very upfront and open about myself, and I seem to attract the kind of guys who like a big hairy Daddy pig. Your confidence shouldn't depend on random attempts to match up your appearance with whatever some rando is looking for. Just be yourself, and be confident in it. If other guys don't like it, those aren't the guys you want in your bed.

When I top I can give a fuck about age. Men can be sexy from 18-60+. The daddy term now is pretty irrelevant because now I see guys that are 29 being called Daddy just because their hairy LOL. Back to the main question I do like fucking older bottoms, and it can really hot because one, they know exactly what they want and two due to their experience they know how to take and give a good fuck as a bottom. A lot of younger guys are now into the just get pounded out fuck like the top is suppose to me some fuck machine. That can be al well and nice but just like anything you do that all the time it gets boring. A lot of the older guys I fuck like to mix it up and are into the connection just as much as the sex. Also I think just because an older guy/Daddy wants is a bottom it does not diminish his masculinity, usefulness or beauty.

Yeah. It was like eating a chip soaked in lye,

Never had a bad load... I’ll suck any cock for the ability to hold that cum in my mouth and savor the taste. Even the ones that are not as delicious I savor.

I feel like most bottoms fail at something: not learning how to adapt their hole to a cock. Maybe it's because you're greedy motherfuckers and want to take all the cock you want, but that's not really equal to training a cunt. I think every good bottom first needs to learn how to take a man's cock all the way in, to open up faster each time, and to resist as much pumping as the top needs, and THEN move on to new cocks and toys and shit. Because if you can open wide and insert whatever is thrown your way but you cannot handle a good fucking or you squirm with each move of the cock inside you, then that's not a good faggot to me. And if on the other extreme you can take a fist but cannot enjoy a good cock, then all the point of being a cunt is lost.

So I had a HOT time this morning. First breeding (top) of the year. This guy on Sniffies I’d talked to before but couldn’t ever coordinate. Pics actually didn’t do him justice - tight worked out muscle bottom. Very hot. Dark room, anon, ball cap, with four previous loads in his tight n squishy hole. He had a huge thick cock but was strictly a bottom. I walked in, he’s on all 4s, I ate his hole which he loved and hit his poppers. He turned around to suck my dick and pulled my hands down to his nipples and went nuts as I squeezed them hard. Back to all fours, rubbing against my cock. A little lube and I was in! Fucked him hard and being a tight little muscle boy, I could grab onto his shoulders and slam myself in. He laid down flat and I did push up slams into his ass. He started begging for a load in his cumdump ass. I said I’m gonna breed your fucking faggot hole, and went in as deep as I could and shot. We were both breathing heavy and all sweaty. Pulled out, wiped my dick off, got dressed while he was still laying down and left. Hope he took more loads that day.

Yesterday had a repeat with the hot, short, bearded cub with a nice thick cock with a wicked upcurve. Love he's only a block away

By now we are hitting shots of g, countering it by smoking tina. Around and around. Some is always fucking, being fucked and getting high all at the seme time. The one of the 2 brazilian guys come over to me while my host joins the other. Everyone is in full on drug fulled kissing mode. No one is together and everyone is together. I didnt notice but at somepoint the bedroom emptied but the action is is the sitting room. My host put on a dvd from brazil..its horny as fuck but also one of the sickest things ive ever seen. I realise its the guy with me....my cock is hard he calls himself Ed and he is switching between eating my ass, fingering me and fucking me. He stops and lowers his ass to my mouth it looks like a mushroom and tastes amazing. his ass no longer resembles an asshole its soft like an overused pussy. My host and the other brazilian guy join us the 3 of them are taking turns fucking me kissing me and fingering me. my host moans, he finished inside me he remains inside until he has pumped me with every dribble of his milk. Im flipped doggie style. ed is fucking me and his friend is spit roasting me. im almost gagging as ed finishes inside. By now its a full on orgy. Everyone is taing turns fucking me. Resting after they cum smoking after every load they increase the size of the dildos they push into me. Once everyone has a load in me my host locks the cum inside me with a large butt plug. Marcus and the tv head off, they have a client booked in at their place. Its now after 11 pm we are just chilling, watching porn. My host shows me his bbrt party advert. 9 people are confirmed. He askes me if i want to be his whore to pimp out. I do. I think to myself, ill play a little longer and call it a day in the morning. Ed calls me to the bathroom. Im unsteady on my feet. He puts down the toilet seat and sits on it as i stand over him swaying. He removes my butt plug the contents spill onto his cock and he starts masterbating as i sit on him unable to hold myself up. He kisses me passionately. Seeing the large dildo i was using in the bathroom the previous day he lies me on my back in the cum that just oozed out of me. Im really surprised as it begins to slide in...what a difference a day makes. He removes the dildo then starts inserting fingers. I can feel how slippy and loose I am. He begins with 4 fingers. then eases in 5...passes the knuckles. Almost suddenly his whole hand is sucked in. He starts calling me his baby as he pushes deeper into me, I worry he might go too deep and kill me as he stops slides back out and repeats.. I look up behind me through the bathroom door as 2 more people enter the apartment. The first thing they see is me on my back legs in the air and Ed sitting on the floor sliding his fist in and out. "im in" he says like he just won a prize. The 2 new guys to the party just stare and smile before moving to be chemmed up...

we sit around for a little while. He makes me a sandwich and lucozade. I only eat 2 bites of the sandwich but down the drink. After a little while he asks if i want to go back with him. I want to but im still a little unsteady. As its winter and starting to get dark a short walk through the carpark at the weekend appearing drunk wouldnt be unusual,,,so he says so we make our way back. After an awkward elevator ride with a couple and an elderly lady we get back to his place to find its a hive of activity minus the ladyboy who started the whole thing off. I make a beeline for the his bedroom but its in use so i hit the bathroom for a few minutes. I feel my hole and its still wet with spunk. As the throbbing of my Sphincter is in overdrive i undress and start to finger myself. I spy a arm sized cock shaped black dildo in the bathtub/shower. I try to see if it fits and before i know it im falling around the bathroom trying to fit a treetrunk in a keyhole...i never managed it but the banging around resulted with a knock on the door. Its my brazilian host asking if im ok and telling me to come inside. I genuinely forget im naked when i enter the sitting room. There are 7 people in the room chatting, watching porn, on phones, drinking, smoking (2 pipes on the go) I find out in a little while there are 2 in the bedroom and myself. Some stare, a couple smile then they go back to their business. Theyre are all Brazialians and one eastern european. All but 1 are full or part time escorts Im later told. After a few minuted 3 of them head off somewhere. The bedroom has emptied...a john leaves and it turns out the other person in the room was a black Brazilian TV escort on the job. My host asks if i want a bump, i accept and he starts getting 2 bumps together while i get a few hits on the pipe. I feel 100% again. Another supply was dropped off. My host wont allow me to pitch in stating im his guest. We head to the room to bump because its easier on the bed. Another 2 head off with their supply leaving Myself, my host, the TV escort, the eastern european guy whos a part time escort 4 brazilians 2 of which are a couple. A few drinks of G make the rounds and we all get a shot. By now slams are made up and people are in various stages of undress. The couple are making out and when we come out after our bump go to the bedroom with a pipe . Something i realise when i look around the room. brazilians have huge cocks and the eastern european guy is the biggest of them all. Its the thickest cock ive ever seen. It looks like i get first go on the slam. I go to the bathroom and drop the bump. I start washing my asshole and notice the tv and marcus watching me we exchange smiles. I thought they were going to fuck me right there but the hand be a blindfold and tell me its ready. I put the blindfold on and they lead me back to the sitting room. As i sit down i feel someone start sucking me off and Im hard instantly. I can see out a gap in the bottom of the blindfold. She lies me down as someone ties my arm she switches betweek sucking my cock and earing my asshole. She sees me peeking out the gap and smiles. I lie backas the slam moves throughout my body like an electric current. Its so strong that i grab my ankles and start sucking in air. my legs are almost behund my head. someone in holding them and i feex a hard push against my body its white skin, its marcus and he pushed into my asshole in one push i let out a half shout and he covered my mouth. He then starts pulling all the way out and thrusting all the way in. someone else is holding my ankles over my head. It feels very tight, stretched to its limit. i thought he tore me open. he keeps thrusting in and pulling all the way out. hes enjoying it, the slam is blowing my mind his cock starts to feel amazing. i grab his ass and pull him into me . The tv takes off the blindfold and starts kissing me, her tongue is muscular and gentle. i feel blissfull. Marcus stops fucking me and she licks her fingers inserting them into her ass as she continues to kiss me. When shes ready she takes my throbbing cock and slowly sits on it. She is soft, loose and moist Her anal pussy feels welcoming. Maruc feeds me his cock to clean. I can taste my own blood on his coc. I am beyond caring. He stops and takes a slam from my host. I look across and the 2 brazilian guys they are switching between toys and fisting. As I start ejaculating inside the tv the 2 brazilian guys smile over. i ask my host for some G and he obliges one of the brazilian guys holds up 2 fingers and my host nods. The tv kisses me and whispers that she loves my seed. She goes over to marcus who is freshly slammed and starts kissing him. My host gives me the G and I down it in one go. My host starts sucking my now limp cock which is covered in tv juices. I tell him I feel the g coming on. He stops whispers to me they are a couple and toxic he kisses me on the lips and said everyone in the room is. i look over at the 2 brazilian guys who are slamming. Im playing with my ass as they smile back at me. Marcus is fucking the tv, my host is on the internet and the couple are in the bedroom.

Part 6: Swinging We moved from the room after Greg blew his load in me. All the while Daddy petting my hair while some man I had never seen before moved in front of me. His belly resting on my forehead as I slobbered over a small but pointed cock. He smelled of cigarettes as I greedily tasted his salty bitter load. I remember his upset face when daddy told me to follow him and his stubby cock fell out of my mouth. “You’ll get your chance buddy. Just a change in venue.” We left the room and walked down the dimly lit halls. Men reaching out to caress and slap my ass as I followed close behind. Feeling my hole leak out as I walked towards the darkroom. Next to it was a smaller space with a sling hanging idly by. Daddy wasted no time in getting me in place and securing my wrists and legs. My hole open and exposed for everyone to use. “What do you want?” He asked. “Cock and loads,” I said. I the familiar bottle of poppers under my nose and I sniffed. But when I thought I was done the bottle was replaced. I looked up and saw Greg smiling as he kept the bottle under me. My hole spawned and my cock twitched as the rush began to take me. I could feel heat radiating from me as I began to crave something inside me. The first man up to bat was the older large man I’d been sucking. Who wasted no time in plunging his cock into me and started grunting. “Fucking sloppy used cunt.” He grunted. “Hear that baby.” Daddy said leaning down to kiss me sloppily. “That boyhole is ruined and only good for one thing now. Better get used to this you’re gonna need cum in you all the time now.” He said pouring poppers into a rag and ordering me to breath it. “Oh here it comes you fucking slut.” The man said breeding me once again. With a sloppy pop he removed himself as a tall black man stepped up holding a long veiny piece of meat. He grunted with approval as he started to work the head into my hole. I gasped as the long thick black dick moved into me. “He poz?” The man said. Looking to my daddy ignoring the hole he was pumping. “He is after today.” Daddy said stroking my hair before guiding my mouth back to his cock. I could feel it start to stiffen getting ready for round two soon. “Perfect cause I don’t believe in med bullshit. This faggot needs to learn his place and take my toxic babies like a fucking slut should.” He started to pick up speed while daddy moved out of the way for another man with a heavy mustache and thick cock to use my mouth. All the while I took the pounding this black man was giving me. Feeling that full painful stretch as my boyhole submitted to his intrusion. “Here it comes bitch. Big black load in this fucking skank hole.” He roared and yanked the chains back as the force and fury of his load exploded inside me. I worked out and spewed more Meg seed all over myself. I looked over at daddy, delirious from poppers and the amazing sex I was having. “More?” He asked showing genuine concern. I nodded my head and the next man moved in starting to fuck my boyhole. ————————————————————— Hi all. Hope you’re enjoying my story. I love feedback and criticism so please feel free to send some my way. Thanks Rochcumslut

Part 81 - Keep the Sling Busy Kyle was awakened by his phone ringing. “Who the fuck…” he groggily said. He grabbed his phone and answered. “Hey! Are you ready for us? We just got off the train and we’re about twenty minutes away” Jaime said. “Uhhh, no we’re not. We’re just getting up. Give us about a half hour to get showered and dressed” Kyle replied as he jabbed Joe. They ran through the shower and had just finished dressing when there was a knock on the door. Kyle opened the door and in walked Jaime and his friend Chad. Joe watched Chad’s eyes open wide as he looked around the room and then saw the sling. “Hey guys, glad you made it. Hope you’re ready to have a lot of fun today” Joe said. “Yeah, this is going to be so fuckin’ cool. I’ve never been with more than 2 guys at one time and I’ve been dreaming about doing this for a couple years” Chad replied. Kyle looked over at Chad and wondered if he really knew what was going to happen. Jaime had told them that Chad wanted to have a bareback gangbang and he said he would let anyone fuck him for the party - “no dick will be refused” Chad had boasted. Chad walked over to the sling and tried to sit down and quickly found himself sitting on his ass on the floor and the canvas mesh seat swung back and hit him in the back of the head. Everyone laughed and Jaime said “I hope the rest of the time you spend in the sling is better than that!” “Are you really ready for today?” Kyle asked Chad. “Yeah, I think so” Chad replied. “Why don’t you hit the bathroom one more time. There’s a setup in the shower to clean out” Joe said. Chad shrugged his shoulders and headed into the bathroom. While Chad cleaned out again, Joe checked the website for any last minute guys wanting to join the party and there were a couple. He approved them and sent out the room number. Forty three guys had requested invites and he approved everyone, knowing that most wouldn’t show up. He figured if he got ten he was doing good since there were so many other options. While Joe was dealing with his phone and the party invites, Kyle laid out some things for the gangbang. He took two bottles of poppers and put one in the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed and left another one on top, next to a bottle of lube. He figured the first guy or two might need the lube, but after the first few loads Chad took, his hole would be ready with the best lube of all. He laid out a blindfold, two pairs of cuffs and a ball gag. Rummaging through the bag he found a sharpie with a string taped to it. Just as Kyle and Joe finished, Chad came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “No need to be shy, Chad. We’re all gonna see you naked sooner or later” Jaime said. “Force of habit, I guess” Chad replied as he pulled the towel off. The guys looked over Chad, who was three years older than Joe, Kyle and Jaime. His dark blond hair was buzzed short and his ears were pierced with a single 8 gauge ring in each ear. His smooth, pale skin showed a toned but not overly worked out body. There was a light trail down to his 6 inch cock, but the only other body hair he had was in his pits. Chad was fidgeting and everyone could tell he was nervous. “First gangbang or group fuck, Chad?” asked Joe. “Yeah. Other than sucking a group of guys and a few three-ways, I’ve only done one on one… And never with something like that” Chad said pointing at the sling. “You’ll like it. It makes things like this lots of fun. If you don’t, we have the bed here we can use instead” Kyle said as he pulled out a piece of plastic sheet and put it down on the floor under the sling, using the base to hole it in place. He then said “Uh, 12 minutes before the start time so you need to get in position.” Chad moved over and stood in front of the sling seat and was afraid of falling again. “Put your ass ON the seat, hold on to the chains and then rotate back” Joe said. Chad did as he was told and thankfully wasn’t on the floor again. He adjusted his body and then felt Kyle slipping a leather cuff around his wrist. Joe grabbed another and was putting it around his ankle. They did the same on the other side and then, cuffs in place, they hooked them to the chains. “Last chance to bail, Chad. Jaime said he would take your place if you chickened out” Joe said, staring at the trembling body in the sling. “Nnn.n.no, I’m good. I’ll be ok as soon as I get some dick in me” Chad replied. Kyle grabbed the gag and started to put it on Chad, telling him “This is just for the start. We don’t want you to make too much noise and get us thrown out. If you stay quiet, we’ll take it off.” Kyle tightened the gag and then grabbed the blindfold. He looked down at Chad and said “Wave your right hand if you need a break or want us to stop. Understand?” Chad nodded his head and Kyle secured the blindfold. Joe tied the string for the marker on to the D ring on the sling seat and then marked out on Chad’s chest a “+”, a “?” and a “-“. Satisfied that everything was ready for Chad’s adventure, Joe looked over and Jaime was already naked. The other two stripped down to their jockstraps and nodded at Jaime to take the first fuck. Jaime grabbed the lube and lubed his cock and Chad’s hole, slowly fingering the hole with one finger and then two. Kyle grabbed the poppers and held them to Chad’s nose and Chad inhaled once from each nostril. He let out a moan that was audible around the gag. The three smiled at each other and Jaime rubbed his cock around Chad’s hole. Pressing in, there was some resistance, but soon Chad relaxed and Jaime entered his buddy’s ass. He rocked Chad back with his hips and let the sling do its job. The strokes got longer each time as he got deeper inside Chad. There was a knock on the door and Joe looked at the clock and it was a few minutes before the official party time. He opened it and saw Raphi and Micah. “Started without us?” Micah asked. “C’mon in. We just started” Joe replied. The guys stood to the side and took their clothes off and put them in one of the plastic bags Joe had put out. Raphi and Micah started stroking their already stiff cocks. Micah was looking around, first at Jaime and then at Kyle and finally Joe. He seemed to be surprised when he looked at Kyle and Joe assumed he had seen his biohazard tattoo. The look on his face when Micah looked at Joe was more of bewilderment. Jaime was pounding his friend harder and the chains were jangling. “Oh fuck…” Jaime said as he thrust in hard and held on to Chad’s legs. He pulled back and thrust back in grunting with each pulse of his newly charged cum as it shot into Chad’s cunt. “Oh yeah” Raphi yelled out. Jaime slowly pulled out while Joe pulled his hard cock out of the side of his jockstrap and added a little lube with a half dozen strokes of his hand. He moved in and rubbed the piercing around the edges of Chad’s pucker and then plunged in. Chad yelled out around the gag, telling all that he wasn’t prepared for the second cock, much less it being shoved in like Joe had. Even having bred Chad the night before, Jaime had left a large load in today and Joe was enjoying the cummy chute. “Oh fuck” Micah said quietly, turning to Raphi. “Are they poz?” he whispered into Raphi’s ear. Raphi smiled and shrugged his shoulders as Joe started to drill harder. There was another knock at the door and Kyle opened it slightly. A tall thin guy in his 50’s stood there in a leather harness, jeans and boots. His mustached face was weathered by a hard life. He spoke his screen name and Kyle looked it up on the list Joe had taped to the wall before letting the guy in. Everybody nodded at the newcomer while Joe gave his final few thrusts and deposited his own viral seed into Chad’s cumhole. Joe slowly pulled out and looked down to see a small puddle of cum on the plastic covering the floor. He turned and looked at Micah and said “All yours.” Micah walked up and caught some of the cum dripping from Chad’s hole on the tip of his cock and then slowly drove his cock all the way in. The loud moan from Chad showed that he was now getting into the groove. Micah got Chad swinging in the sling, taking all of his cock over and over. The newcomer had dropped his jeans enough to pull his veiny cock out and stroke it hard. Another knock at the door and the ritual played out again. The next guest was about 30, Joe remembered from the guy’s profile. He was a barrel chested furry cub who was no stranger to the gym. His biceps bulged and his legs filled out his jeans. There was a bushy beard that didn’t quite cover the sinister grin on his face. Joe figured he was probably an ex-football jock who had kept in shape after his playing days. Joe checked the name and the guy came in and Joe noticed the bear paw tattoo between his shoulder blades with a red biohazard symbol in the middle of the paw. Nods were made, clothes were removed and his cock was readied by Raphi’s mouth. Micah grabbed Chad’s body and buried his cock in as far as he could before he shot his load in. After the last spurts, Micah backed away and Kyle said “Don’t forget to mark your load on his chest.” All eyes were on him to see where he put his mark. Micah put his mark under the “-“ on Chad’s left pec. Raphi nodded at the first guest who took quickly took Micah’s place. The mustached guy pounded Chad from his first inward stroke. He wasn’t gentle and kept up the pace for almost ten minutes before he said “Yeah, that’s it, boy. Work that hole. You want another load in you, right?” The man growled as he kept fucking with each shot of cum from his cock seeming to add more intensity to his thrusts. He pulled out and backed away, finding Raphi on his knees ready to clean the guy’s cock. Raphi licked and sucked, savoring every drop of the cum mixture he was tasting. Chad’s hole only spent a few seconds empty before the cub stepped up and jabbed his thick pierced cock in. There was a knock a the door and when Joe opened it he found a group of four guys. Three were in their forties and heavily inked and pierced. The fourth looked to be about Joe’s age that was wearing a leather collar that was leashed to one of the guys, a leather jockstrap and nothing else. Joe marked the names of the three off and let them in. The sub was put in the corner while the three tops stripped down. Joe really wanted to fuck the sub and leave a load in his twinky bubble butt, but he knew it was too soon since he bred Chad’s cunt to leave a decent load. The cub growled and shot his charged seed into Chad’s now sloppy hole and then spent a few more minutes working the cum deeper. The three tops took turns fucking Chad, drilling him for a few minutes before pulling out and letting their buddy do the same. The room started to get a little crowded as more guests showed up and the trio finally dumped their loads into Chad’s gut. Raphi was busily sucking one of the new guests - a guy in his late 50s that was visibly wasting and skipped cleaning the cum off of the three friends. Their sub took his place and had all three cleaned up in a few minutes. As the group of four were leaving, a large black guy walked up to the door. He stood six foot four, with broad shoulders and a firm body of muscle. He was imposing in size yet had a friendly demeanor. “This where the bang is?” he asked in a deep voice. “Yeah, you sign up or just cruising the halls looking to fuck?” Joe asked, realizing that it really didn’t matter. “Yeah, I signed up” was the reply. Joe marked him off and said “Hope you like it sloppy.” Everyone nodded at the new guy and watched him drop his pants. His thick 10 inches of already hard cut cock seemed to impress everyone. When he entered Chad, his loose, sloppy hole was now tight again and Chad made it known that he was being stretched open by both yelling around the gag and squirming. The guy took his time to let Chad get used to the sizable cock inside him but then plowed him deep and hard until his balls unleashed a shower of cum that filled Chad well past his inner ring. Joe had set the party up for two hours and a few showed up just before the ending time but he wasn’t going to turn them away. They fucked the well used hole and as hard as Chad tried to clamp down on their cocks, his muscles were worn out after the parade of cock that had used him. One guy had to jack off to cum, but they all planted their DNA in Chad’s fuckhole. With the last cock finished, Kyle put a plug into Chad’s battered hole while Joe and Jaime disconnected the cuffs him and removed the gag and blindfold. Helping him to his feet, Jaime and Joe started to take him into the shower, but Chad just collapsed on the bed instead. After a few minutes, Chad recovered and tried to stand. Joe helped him into the bathroom. Chad stopped and looked at himself in the mirror. He was covered in sweat and looked just as exhausted as he felt. Joe noticed the expression on his face and asked “What?” “What are the marks? Did they rate how good a fuck I was? I can’t believe that nine guys thought was a bad fuck. And three thought I was so-so?” Chad asked. “Nah, those are the status of the loads you took - poz, unknown or neg” Joe replied. Chad’s face turned pale and he muttered “Oh fuck. 14 poz loads” After a long pause he added quietly “I guess I said no load refused.”

My name is Lee, I’m 36, 5’10”, average build, and I’m told I’m very handsome. I have been a prude sexually most of my life. I was a church kid growing up, then joined the military at 18. I didn’t lose my virginity until my early 20's, being too afraid to get caught under DADT. Even after I started having sex I didn’t sleep around, only having sex with men that I was dating. That being said, despite my prudish past I’d always hated condoms. To me it killed the mood when you had to stop to put a condom on, and I hated the lack of closeness condoms injected into sex. I finally had my first hookup at the age of 26 when I moved across the country to a new city, but the guy developed feelings for me and I swore them off off for years after that. Things were much the same when I met my only true long term boyfriend, Kyle. I knew Kyle from Recon, a site I’m sure many of you are familiar with. We’d chatted off and on for over a year, but he was friends with the guy I’d hooked up with, so I avoided meeting him in person even though we shared a lot of the same fetish interests. He finally asked me out and I relented, and just like so many others I made Kyle wait a long time before we had sex. But sex with Kyle was different. Unlike every other guy I’d been with, he never asked for a condom and I never asked him to put one on. From the first time he fucked me and filled me with his cum I knew I would never go back to condoms. During Kyle and I’s almost 4-year relationship we both remained active in the fetish community, attending events like MAL and IML, maintaining profiles on Recon, and having playtime with other kinky guys (almost always unprotected). Kyle introduced me to his fetishes, which included fisting, and he started stretching my hole to try to fist me. During this time, I met a guy named Ryan on Recon, and he introduced me to the site that would change my life for good: Breeding Zone. At first I only read the General Bareback section, and the stories were enough to get me off. However, I always saw the Bug Chasing and Chem Sex sections staring back at me, though I couldn’t bring myself to read them. Things changed once Ryan sent me a link to a story on Breeding Zone in the Gift Giving section, despite my misgivings on the topic I read the story and I was more turned on than I had been in years. I was hooked. At first I read the Gift Giving stories, but I eventually graduated to the Chem Sex stories which turned me on even more. I had introducted Kyle to Breeding Zone as well, and he knew I was turned on by these stories, but we ended our relationship before we could explore them. After my breakup with Kyle I wasn’t feeling as prudish, but I knew deep down that I had turned into a bug chaser, so I avoided sex for quite a while. Finally, I knew that wasn’t a long term solution, and PrEP was becoming more widely available, so I went to my doctor and got a prescription. I took it dutifully for over 2 years, but deep down I knew I still hungered for a poz guy to own my hole. Separately, I had also been trying to take a fist since I was with Kyle, and since poppers weren’t enough for me to open up, I was convinced I was going to need chemical assistance to take my first fist. Enter Pup, a very sexy, poz, mid-30’s friend of mine. Pup and I started chatting on Scruff right around the same time I began taking PrEP, when I was finally more comfortable chatting with poz guys. Pup was partnered at the time and undetectable, which made me feel safe even though it was just chat, and we developed a good long distance friendship (he lives in a southern state almost 1,000 miles away from me). Last year he told me that he and his partner had split, but the more interesting thing to me was that Pup was into fisting, and he informed me that he had gotten into PNP. I told him about my frustration with not being able to take a fist, and he assured me that PNP would allow my hole to open up once and for all. However, he also informed me that if I played with him he only slammed. Regardless of this fact I knew I had to try it. He also made sure that I knew he was positive, and there was still a small possibility that I could be infected if we played. I assured him I was aware of the risks and I was fine with them. Pup and I chatted for months about meeting, and we finally agreed in January of this year on a date: Easter weekend. I was nervous but I knew that I needed to meet him. I genuinely liked the guy and he was going to help me fulfill my fisting desires. I made sure I was clear with him ahead of time that I only was going to PNP to get fisted, and he agreed. Other than that we didn’t discuss too many particulars of what our weekend together would entail. I got on a plane after work on the Thursday before Easter and flew to his city, and took an Uber to his apartment. He had a friend of his let me into the apartment, and he gave me some instructions to prepare for the weekend. I followed his instructions, but once he got home I think he could tell I was nervous, so we agreed to hold off on PNP until the next day so we could get to know each other better. We went to a sex toy store and picked up some supplies, and then he fucked me before we passed out for the night. The next day we had a short conversation about limits. “How do you feel about having other guys join us? I have another guy that wants to fuck you.”, he told me. “I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that just yet. It’s a fantasy of mine, but I’m really just here to take my first fist.”, I replied. “How about we play it by ear?”, he asked. “That works for me.” “What are you most concerned about with slamming, boy?” “I just want to make sure I get sleep, and that I take my PrEP.” “I’ll make sure you get sleep, boy, but your PrEP is your responsibility”, he responded, quickly ending the exchange. After that he told me it was time to slam, and he explained the entire process of what was happening as he fixed our slams. “Get your phone out, boy. You’re going to want this on video.” “Are you sure? I’m not sure I want this on my phone.” “Trust me, in a few minutes you won’t care, and you’re going to want to watch this later.” Though I was hesitant I agreed to record it. I was so nervous I was already tingling all over as he tied the tourniquet around my arm and prepared to insert the needle. “This is just a small slam, .20.”, he explained as he showed me his own slam for comparison, which contained over twice as much. “Get the camera ready, boy.” I started recording. I saw the register, the red tinged liquid disappeared, and he snapped the tourniquet off of my arm. What followed was unlike anything I’d experienced in my life up until that moment. Most people on here describe a warm feeling after a slam, for me it felt opposite. It felt like a chill was spreading throughout my body (but in the best possible way) and Pup took my phone from me to film my reaction. I was euphoric beyond my own comprehension, and had trouble even forming words for a few minutes. Suddenly my inhibitions had melted away. Pup started questioning me. “What do you want, boy?” “I want to take my first fist”, I answered. Pup shut off my phone and kept asking me questions. “You want me to invite some other guys to try out your hole, boy?” “You can invite anyone you want, Sir.” “You haven’t earned the right to call me Sir, call me Pup.”, he growled. I stammered an apology, and he asked a few more questions that are kind of fuzzy to me now. But then he asked a question I didn’t expect, and that I’ll never forget, “You’re a bugchaser, aren’t you, boy? You want to get pozzed this weekend?” To be continued…

1990 After college, I had no clear plan except to move to a large city, live on my own and figure my life out. The apartment building I could afford to live in was obviously not luxurious. It was an old hotel built in the 1920's and it had its charms, but it was also kind of a dump. I didn't mind because I knew I wouldn't be living there permanently. I was going to be a great journalist or novelist or something that would make me rich and famous. That was the attitude of so many kids in their early 20's back then. And then you learn that the world is a harsh place and everybody's daily horoscope should always read "You will be disappointed today". But, back then I was happy and embracing life. I liked living in this sad, beautiful building. Rent was cheap and I had some interesting neighbors. Poor people are usually more interesting than 'comfortable' people. For example: There was a girl named Rissa down the hall who was a local stripper. She was a mixture of all kinds of races, and also chubby. And even though she wore 'librarian glasses' and carried some extra poundage, she radiated sensuality and I loved just looking at her while she talked. For a while, she mistook my interest as a desire to fuck her, but I told her right away that I was gay even though I had no gay experience at the time. We still hung out when she wasn't stripping or "working". We got really stoned one night and she told me about the guys she dated just for money to pay bills. We talked free and loose and I mentioned how much I liked the tenants in this building. "Well, don't get too fond of everybody, baby. There are bad people here. There's even a rapist living on our side of the building". "Who?" "Some big, weird-ass-looking dude who tried to come on to me in the laundry room. I told him I had a gun in my hamper and he left. I actually went and bought a gun the next day. Want to see it?" "No. Keep it safe somewhere. How do you know he's actually a rapist?" "I heard it from some girls at the club...as well as a few women here. Right here. In this building!" "Yeah, but wouldn't he have been caught with that many accusers?" "Cute. You still think the police give a shit about this neighborhood. They don't....especially if you're 'working'. I'm not the only one here, ya know?" "Oh. Well, I'm glad you're armed." She gave me a kiss on the cheek before she had to get ready for the club, and sent me back to my place with a piece of apple pie and a joint. Is it weird that I was a little excited about all this new information? I was. I almost wanted to wander the halls and see if I could see the famous rapist, but it was late and I just went to bed. It wasn't an easy sleep, though -- the guy next door was moving out. I wouldn't miss him. He was a delicate ballet blonde that walked on his tiptoes and never said a word to anybody. Plus he played Pet Shop Boys way too loud. His place didn't stay empty too long. Maintenance moved in and started fumigating, painting and vacuuming right away. And it was quiet for a few days until I heard the noises of a new tenant moving in. He must have plugged his TV in first because I heard those ESPN jerks blabbing through my wall almost immediately. It was 8 in the morning, for chrissakes. I tried covering my head with a pillow, but then there was an urgent knock on my door. Rissa. She was still in what I'm assuming she slept in and quickly closed the door behind her. "He's here!" "Who? David Cassidy?" (I was still half asleep). "No. That creepy rapist is right on our floor now. I need to move". "You've got a gun. He's not going to mess with you. And he isn't going to try anything with a guy. Please don't move". "Well, I'm going to get a big dog then". "I'll walk him for you". A few days passed with no incident. And I found my myself getting more interested in my new neighbor. I'd sit silently against the wall and listen to his TV and stereo. I wanted information...or something. A clue. I could hear him when he ran the shower and I could hear his phone conversations. I was becoming obsessed with the heterosexual rapist. Maybe it was all the straight porn I'd seen in the past -- the kind when the guys would basically attack women and force them into sex. Their dicks seemed to just want a hole to fill with seed. Was my neighbor like that? Rissa left for a weekend with her latest "male friend". And I took the opportunity to go introduce myself to my new neighbor. I took a six-pack of Busch Light (which was the only brand I could afford back then). Why was I doing this? I knocked on his door and listened to the TV being turned down and some heavy footsteps come to the door. Shit shit shit. The door swung open and there he was. He was so tall...6'4"? And had a lot of almost-beard going on all over the lower part of his face. And that face! He was definitely ugly. Half of his chin looked caved in my an invisible fist and his eyes were tiny and close together. "Yes?" "Hi. I'm your neighbor. I just wanted to welcome you to our floor". He flashed a smile of pretty gross teeth and then let me in. I handed him the six-pack. "Thanks! I don't drink beer, but I can offer you something stronger." His place was neat and tidy except for an enormous dirty sock in the middle of the floor. I was on auto-pilot as I plopped down on his nice couch. He was mixing drinks in the kitchen and I stared at the big TV that was showing dome sort of motorbike race in the mud. He returned, handed me a glass and sat down next to me. "Here. I'll mute it so we can talk." His body next to mine gave me little electrical impulses. "You like your new place?" "Oh yeah. It's bigger and I've always liked change. That chick across from me hates my ass though." I took a deep gulp of the drink he handed me. Vodka and Sprite? "She thinks you're a rapist". I can't believe I just blurted that out. "Oh", He paused. "Well, stories get spread I suppose." "Any of those stories true?" "Why? You a cop or something?" "No. Not at all. I just think it's kind of fascinating". "Remember about five years ago -- when they were investigating the 'West Forest Rapist'? And they had police sketches in the newspaper?" "No. I wasn't living here then." "Well that artist was a retard because his sketch didn't look anything like me. I must have knocked up about nine single ladies back then. That was goal. I wanted to impregnate them with my bare dick and then lo around the city for kids that looked like me. But then the police moved in and I moved on to the strip clubs. I bare-fucked so many of those whores. I know most of 'em are fixed or on birth control, but my sperm are pretty powerful. I got at least three kids by strippers by now. Then when I wasn't welcome in the clubs anymore, I started fucking prostitutes on Caleo Street. That was way cheaper, but I got so many diseases there....including AIDS. Now I'm just figuring out what do next." I nodded and finished my drink. "Ever raped a man?", I asked. "Just once. It was in prison, but he looked almost exactly like a woman. Why do you ask?" What the hell was I thinking? "Because I wouldn't mind being raped by you now". "Not now". "OK" "Go home and shave all around your ass and crotch, Hell -- shave your whole body if you can. When you're done, go to bed with your door unlocked. Just be patient. I had almost no body hair, but I shaved what little I could find. I dried off with a fresh towel and fell into bed. Did he say "AIDS"?? I didn't have time to think about it because my front door creaked open. And then a huge hand was around my mouth and a big, bare dick was being pressed in between my butt cheeks. I'd asked for this in a way. What I didn't ask for was the incredible sting of his cock head pushing into my hole. I tried yelling 'no', but my lips were covered. I tried to squirm away, but he was just too large. This is the reality of rape, I thought. It's not sexy. It's violent and it hurts. I was so miserable as he shoved that dirty weapon in deeper...and then deeper. Good Lord -- how much more of that dick could there be??? But it kept driving in and I was aware of what he was saying: "You gonna have my baby, Bitch". and "You Fucking Slut!" I was helplessly surviving this. I had a brief fantasy of Rissa barging in with her gun and shooting him. In the head. And then he sped up his pace. He took his giant hand from my mouth and started using it to pull my hair as he climaxed. He drug it out dramatically, huffing and groaning and saying "shit". The he rushed out -- which is what I guess rapists are used to doing. I'd bled all over my clean bed and wondered if I'd have to get a new mattress. A few days later, The Rapist and I watched a movie together at his place. We ended up having sex again. And again. For the next two months. And then he was gone. Evicted I guess because they hauled all his stuff out to the curb. But he left me with one of his possessions...his HIV. Like I said --- the world is a harsh place.

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First off, i think you are fucking gorgeous. Your combination of personality and looks is a total meltdown for me lol. For some reason, the darker a guys skin, the more i psycologically associate them with Top or Dom. No logic to it that i can discern, but Latino, black, tanned guys all impact me as more top while pale, hairless strikes me as bottom. It's totally a visual for me. Once personality enters in, any 'look' can be Top or bottom, personality trumps looks for me. Hairy is definitely a visual top for me, though i prefer less hairy guys generally speaking.

I like the family restrooms at Lowe’s and Home Depot. I can lock the door and clean the piss from the whole family.

Great start to the story! Can't wait to hear how the rest of the weekend played out. Multiple slams, Double Penetration (all 6 combinations?), more...

Thank you! I do have to say there will be a brief pause in posting. Although I was fine with something in the upcoming segments when I wrote it, it's started to strike me wrong and I'm going to think it over a bit. The story WILL continue, this is more a tweak than a major rewrite. I just didn't want anyone to get crazy when my daily posting didn't happen for a little while.

I think cum is incredibly addictive, been obsessed with it ever since I swallowed my first load

have had a few I held in my mouth to spit out but most are really good esspecially when really thick and creamy

Hey guys, I will be in London Thu Feb 7th til Sun Feb 10th, looking to hook up with top/vers guys at various points. Staying in North London, but I'm planning to go to Vault 139 Fri 8th from about 5-6pm til late, taking as many loads in my ass as I can get. I might even bring a marker to make a load tally across my chest - but we'll see - that might be going a bit far! I do like a night to turn crazy and get out of hand at Vault though, so if you're up for it, come along - no load refused! Anyway guys, give me a shout on here or on BBRT - barejackbro. Cheers.

Don't know about the rest of u guys, but I for one am sick to death of PC creeping into every aspect of my life including now the bedroom. When did we stop being adults and becum so fucking soft and easily offended over every fucking thing?.. Tired of being sensored and told what to say and all in the name of Political fucking Correctness.. shove a dick down my throat, cum down my throat you can even piss down my throat but my response to those who are pushing this ... stop shoving this PC shit down my throat. Ps.. " The Great Overseer" will now suspend me again or excommunicate me for good for improper content..

I have an Indian friend who fucks me regularly (at least once a week) and he always pulls a few loads into his cube tray. If I haven't been bred before he fucks me he puts one in my hole to melt and use as lube - if I have already got loads in me he puts one in my mouth, which I love as the taste of it while he is fucking me drives me insane.

All the tops managed to breed each of the three pigs, though quite a few dropped out right after their third fuck, including Mr. Grumpy. Tops who dropped out had to leave the bullpen - but could either go to another room where they could watch the bottoms getting fucked, or simply change back into their street clothes and leave. The wolf-pup was almost as much fun as the musk-otter; no one had made him cum (and despite my best efforts, I didn't either) but his copious cockdrool had soaked his jock and added to the sloppy puddle on the floor under his sling... so he was clearly enjoying himself. When I approached him, he got a lewd grin on his face and said "Santa! You know just what kind of GIFT I want!" and made me laugh as I mounted his furry ass... and while I didn't know if I would be the one whose gift would take, I certainly did my best! The blond musk fan turned out to be called Gerry; as I wound up with Mr. College Jock last - who as I said, was handsome enough but just left me uninspired - Gerry's butt-munching is what helped get me up and drippin' to finish the trilogy. As it turned out, Logan was the last one to fuck the jock... and indeed, wound up knocking him out; he tapped out right after Logan's raging, cum-churning fuck. I was a little shocked to realize that half the tops were gone - we were down to two chaser pigs and 4 tops; myself, Logan, Gerry and a ginger-goateed fellow in a leather harness, chaps and boots who had a lovely thick uncut cock with a 0-gauge PA in the head. Logan and I were watching Gerry pounding the musk-otter and the leather dude reaming the wolf-pup when Nate announced that the top queue was being dropped; as long as SOME top was able to step up when there was an available pig, the party would continue. Logan leaned over to me and whispered "Hey, whichever one of us gets to the otter next, tell him to tap out when we're done - and then we'll see if we can get him to come back with us for more without all the damn rules." "I already told him he should come with us after the party, and he seemed to agree." Logan grinned at me. "Always thinking ahead - and I knew you'd love his hole and that hot musk of his!" Ginger goatee blew a nut into the wolf-pup and Logan was about to head in when the pup called it quits; the attendant brought him an impressive buttplug which vanished into his hole with seeming ease, then he dismounted the sling, grinned and blew a kiss into the camera and left. Ginger came back into the bullpen and said "Gentlemen, it's been fun - but that's all I can do." He glanced down, then said "I know, still hard - but I also know I can't cum again, so I'll bid you good night. And you, sir - " he said, addressing himself to Logan, "are one of the hottest fuckers I've ever seen breed a hole. I hope I get to share a sex party with you again sometime." Logan gave him a big bearhug, whispering something into his ear that made Ginger blush, then he headed out to the locker room. (I later found out that Logan had noticed the biohazard tat on Ginger's calf as he was changing at the beginning of the party before he pulled up a sock to cover it, and offered him a Truvada-resistant recharge if he wanted it.) Gerry howled as he shot into the musk-otter, pitching forward and rubbing his face in one of those ripe pits as he finished unloading. Logan prepared to go in for another round... but as Gerry headed toward the bullpen, the otter called it quits, rather to our surprise. When Gerry came in, he looked a bit confused and said "When I had my muzzle in his armpit, he whispered for me to 'tell them to wait for me'... I have no idea what that's about." Both Logan and I grinned and I said "C'mon, let's get dressed and I'll explain." A few minutes later we were standing out on the sidewalk and had just explained to Gerry our plan for an "after-party" - and invited him to join us - when the otter came bounding out of the party house with a grin on his face. "Glad y'all waited for me - and is it gonna be all three of you? Hot damn!" As it turned out that Gerry and Zeb ("Yeah, short for Zebediah; I'm redneck to the core") had gotten rides to the party like Logan and didn't have vehicles, we all piled into my car; I switched the vent system to "recirculate" because with 3 ripe men and one musk fan that had been wallowing in our stink in the car, it quickly turned into a manstink hotbox. Looking at the dash, it suddenly dawned on me that it was only 10 minutes to 11; I pointed that out and suggested we all go grab a bite at a late-night gay restaurant I knew that wouldn't blink at four men reeking of sweat and cum (Zeb had just let dry the load I'd fucked out of him) before going to my place to resume the play. That got enthusiastic agreement, with Zeb adding that his buttplug was "holding back the tide ... for now". I'd been thinking in terms of "quick snack" but given how much energy all of us had burned off, it turned into a full late-night meal... which had the additional advantage of giving Gerry and myself more time to recover. During the ride to my place, I went over a few things; it turned out Gerry didn't smoke, but had no objection to us smoking cigars. Zeb - pardon the pun - lit up when I mentioned that Logan and I were stogie-chompers and added that he liked a cigar now and then himself. It also turned out that Gerry was one of the tops at the party who wasn't poz, but obviously had no problem sharing a pig with poz breeders. Piss? Everyone on board and Gerry and Zeb glad to hear my playroom had a floor drain. "I have a request," Zeb said. "These two have mentioned what a great butt muncher you are, Gerry; if it's something you'd enjoy, I'd love to have you felch my sloppy hole so I can see that hot beard glazed with well churned cum." "I'm dead" Gerry said, and when we reacted he explained "I mean, I've clearly died and gone to Paradise. YES! I'd love to!" It wasn't long after that we were pulling into my driveway and it was time to put the ideas into action.

13. "Where are we going?" asked Tony. "You'll see," replied Rick. After a while they stopped and got out of the car. They stood in front of a shop which was identified simply as 'RAY'S'. Stepping inside, they were immediately greeted by an absolute hunk of a man. He was black, around six foot two inches, very muscular and heavily pierced and tattooed. He was wearing hot leather chaps and boots and a tight black tank top. The tank top was tight enough his nipples, both of which were pierced, sported a large tit ring. "Tony, this is Ray. He owns the place," Rick explained. Ray and Tony shook hands. "So... you know what you're here for?" asked Ray. "In fact. They kept me in the dark." Tony nodded in the other's direction. "Well... come with me then." said Ray with a grin. He led him into the first room, which was filled with leather items. Ray asked Tony a series of questions, and based on Tony's replies, placed a number of items on the counter for Tony's inspection. Tony selected two leather harnesses, some really hot chaps, two leather jackets, leather underwear and two pairs of hot leather boots. Then Ray led Tony to the second room, where everyone else was waiting for them. The second room was a tattoo parlor! "It's time for your first tat, stud," said Duke. "Uhmm... that's amazing! But... I don't know what to get!" "Well I have a catalog with some really good designs," responded Ray, presenting Tony a thick book containing an extensive selection of tattoo designs, many of which Tony found quite cool. After an thorough review of the designs, where all the men felt free to offer his advice, Tony made his selection, but before he could make the announcement, Ray took Tony aside into an another room saying "Remember, whatever you wanna get - you get. Your uncle's an old friend. Everything is free for you today." "Really? Thanks! That's great. I just wanted to ask about how much can I get." "So what have you picked?" "Well I was thinking about starting on my shoulder and then eventually adding over time down my left arm and then maybe something on my back." "That's a great idea - if you want to get tattooed heavily overtime," said Ray with a smile. "I... I also wanted to ask if you are doing piercing as well." asked Tony and went a little red. "Of course!" After about two hours, Tony came out of the piercing parlor and joined the others, the tattoo covered with gauze. Pulling on his shirt, Tony and Rick drove home. When Rick inquired about the tattoo, Tony deflected, so Rick took the hint and changed the subject. Arriving home, however, Sam was not so accommodating, demanding "So... what are you hiding?" "Brace yourselves fuckers, because your jaws are about to drop all the way to the fucking ground!" laughed Tony as he pulled his shirt over his head revealing his new tattoo. It was a combination of waves, flames and tribal designs on his entire left shoulder, and when he turned around, he reveal a beautiful wolf profile with a skull in it's mouth on his shoulder blade. "Wow! That's fucking cool!" "Wait til you see these!" said Tony, removing his shirt completely, revealing his nipples, freshly pierced with silver rings and then, followed by whistles, he dropped his pants and showed of his brand new silver prince albert. "Fuck that's hot," remarked Sam. Tony felt great! It was Wednesday of the next week. Rick, Tony and Danny had just came back from the gym, when suddenly, Tony ran ahead of the other men, ducking into the bathroom. The sounds of Tony vomiting into the basin were unmistakable. After a few minutes he came back and, in a shaky voice explained "Uncle Rick... I think I'm coming down with a FLU or something."

Here comes chapter 10! - the hottest one (in my opinion) yet!? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 10. Behind the black door was a long corridor off of which were six doors on each side and one more door at the far end. Holding Tony's huge cock in hand, Sam led him to the fourth door to the left, behind which was a room, seemingly painted entirely in black, and in which there was an odd, somwhat dim, warm lighting, and in which there was also a bed and a big box next to it. Tony examined everything closely, as Sam opened the box and was searching for something. The box had lube, condoms, dildos and many other things Sam had to go through before he found what he wanted. He pulled out a measuring tape, came closer to Tony and started kissing him, while stroking Tony's cock to make it as hard as possible. Tony's cock was again rock hard. Sam knelt down and measured it, and involuntarily whistled when he had the measurement. "Wow! I was right. You are definitely bigger than me. It's a full ten inches, not nine. Damn, you are one hung stud!" Sam stood up again and they kissed again. "Loose the shirt, stud." Tony took off his shirt, letting Sam see his developing chest hair and pink nipples. Sam took his shirt off too. Tony was in heaven! Sam was so fucking hot! His muscles were amazing! His arms were at least three times as big as his thinner teen arms his pecs were amazing and covered with dark chest hair and below them a rock hard eight pack. And the piercings and tattoos! Sam had both his nipples pierced with silver bars and his left pec was sporting his biggest tattoo. A biohazard symbol. "Damn! You're poz too?" "You mind?" "Actually...no!" Sam smiled and explained "Danny told me all about how he fucked you and how you loved taking his poz load." "Oh yeah? And did it get you hard?" asked Tony seductively, squeezing Sam's cock through his jeans. "Hard as a rock, stud." Danny unbottoned his pants, took them off along with his underwear and revealed a gorgeous, thick nine inch cock with a big silver prince albert piercing. "Damn, that's hot!" said Tony pointing at the piercing. Tony smiled and took off his pants and underwear, sat on the bed and started sucking Sam's cock for a few minutes, swallowing it whole, licking the balls, some times only sucking the tip with the piercing, and then sometimes licking the whole length, "Fuck yeah! Suck my poz cock!" muttered Sam. Tony only moaned with his mouth full of cock. "Fuck! Turn around." Tony complied, and Sam dropped to his knees, burying his face into Tony's ass, sucking, licking, penetrating it with his tongue. "Oh, fuck, yeah, man, eat my ass! Ohfuckfuckfuckfuck," Tony moaned. "I'm gonna give you something much better, stud." Tony felt Sam's PA and the tip of his cock rubbing against his crack. "Ready?" "FUCK YEAH!" Sam pushed his cock inside full speed. Tony roared. They started fucking. FURIOUSLY FUCKING. Sam's balls were slamming on Tony's and Tony's huge dick was hard as rock. "Oh....Fuck yeah!" exclaimed Tony and Sam moaned simultaneously, "Your ass is so good!" So is your cock!" "Yeah? Cause I'm getting close." "Oh fuck yeah I want you to poz me up!" "You do?" "Yeah, I fucking want your toxic load! Give it to me!" That was it. Sam roared loudly, slamming his nine inches of thick cock into Tony's ass, announcing "I'm cumming!" "Yeah, fuck! Poz me up!" Tony roared as Sam was shooting thick ropes of toxic cum into Tony's ass. At that moment, Tony came all over the place as well. Just then the door opened and a voice asked "Well, well, well. What do we have here!" Both Danny and Tony turned to the door to discover Duke standing in the door way, grinning broadly, his arms crossed, and his jeans straining against his engorged cock. "You left me out! I wanted to join the party too!" Sam looked at Tony and suggested with a grin "Well... I guess we could go for round two." Closing the door, Duke removed his tank top, displaying his nice muscles, chest hair and tatts. In fact he was rather heavily tattooed, and when he turned around to drop his pants and underwear, Tony saw his huge biohazard tat across his shoulder blades. Duke climbed onto the bed in between Sam and Tony. Naturally Tony's cock was again at full length as Duke commented "What the fuck, Sam! He's even bigger than you," sucking the ten inches before his face as if his life depended on it. Tony was moaning and grabbing onto Duke's head and pushing him deeper on his cock. Meanwhile Sam started eating Duke's ass out. Tony reached over and gave Duke's ass a hard slap. Duke moaned in approval. "Wanna fuck him? I got it all nice and wet for you," Sam seductively asked of Tony. "FUCK YEAH I DO," answered Tony. They switched places. Duke started sucking Sam's cock and Tony placed his reddish cockhead on Duke's asshole, pushing his way in. First just the head, then the full cock. Duke whimpered with Sam's cock in his mouth. Tony started fucking, pulling the cock completely out of Duke's ass and pushing it inside at a fast pace at first, then regularly fucking Duke with his pipe of a cock. He was fucking fast, but this time lasted a bit longer. He was going really fast now, even slapping Duke's ass ocasionally. Then, as he was getting close to his orgasm, he took Duke by his shoulders from behind, lifted his torso up and bit into his neck as his hot neg load erupted inside Duke's ass. He pulled his cock out, panting and whimpering. He realised, he hadn't taken the time to empty his bladder which was ready to explode. He couldn't hold any longer. He let out a thick stream of piss, raining on Duke's tatted back and making it all the way up to his head and even past that, all the way up to the head of the bed and raining down on Sam's chest, eight-pack and pierced cock. Once done pissing, he rammed his cock all the way to the root inside Duke's ass, which was awarded by Duke's surprised, but glorious roar. After Duke turned around, Tony realised, after he rammed his cock inside him for the last time, he made Duke's six inch cock shoot his hot poz load. He felt like the biggest, baddest and hottest fucker in town!

Hello, no one answered but I've tried a few places that sort of work: * Secteur X. Usually fun and decent amount of mature crowd. Mostly BB when fucking although plenty of condom nazis. * Full metal. Right across from Secteur X. Never had much luck, but I've got the occasional load here * Le Mencsh. This is a fun cruise bar. Definitely lots of load takers here, a bit more fetishy than the avobe * Bunker. Tuesdays and Sunday. Little luck here for mature men but there seems to have lots of BB going on with regular dudes * Dark room at Bear's Den. Surprisingly I've bred tons and tons of mature ass here. Advantage you can take a look at guys upstairs and I've found very often they'll offer their ass raw and will gladly take your load. * Krash. Definitely later crowd, but mature guy ready for BB is there on occasion. Avoid Impact, they seem to frown on heavy set/mature dudes. I still have to try Le Keler.

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This is one of the hottest threads I've seen here, imo. Personally I find it a huge turn on to fuck around with a guy in the bed he shares with his wife. It's the idea that it is so taboo that makes it such a turn on. It reminds me of a story....Somewhere out there is a legit (non porn haha) short story I read a while back, where the scene is a married woman arriving home, accompanied by a female friend. While they are making inane small talk, the wife goes into the bedroom and sees a man's wedding ring -- not her husband's-- on the nightstand. She doesn't let her friend catch on while she dies on the inside. Ugh! The moral of the story, for you young boys who are new to this, is when you go to a turn a trick at a guy's house, when you arrive take off your shoes and put your keys, sunglasses, wedding ring, Chap stick, WHATEVER, inside your shoe. Don't set anything down anywhere else. Everything goes in the shoes. That way, not only do you not leave anything behind (no evidence, and you don't lose your expensive watch) but you have the added benefit that if you get interrupted or he turns out to be a psychopath and you have to bolt, you can just grab your shoes and go and worst case scenario, you put them on at the bus stop. Take it from a tired old queen who, back in the day, used to turn more tricks than Houdini. You're welcome.

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

After a tough workout at the gym, I went into the locker room to check out the action. There were many guys in various states of undress. Some were naked, but there were men in Calvin Klein boxerbriefs, jockeys, and jockstraps. I love the sight of these almost naked men. When I see a man fully dressed, I always try to imagine what he's wearing underneath. You see, I've always had a thing for underwear (especially jockstraps). A man in a worn and well used jockstrap really gets my juices flowing. There's something about sucking a man through the cotton of his jock that's a turn on for me. One guy was tall and very good looking. He was wearing a blue jockstrap, which barely contained his big package. Turning towards his locker, gave me an unencumbered view of his tight buns, perfectly framed by the straps of his jock. I felt my dick respond, making me tent the front of my running shorts. Before he could see me watching him, my gaze was averted to an equally appealing dude. Naked, the stud had black hair, and a mustache. He was also very hairy. The hair on his chest swirled down to form a beautiful bush, on which nested the largest uncut dick that I'd ever seen. Reaching for a small, white Speedo, I was taking bets as to whether, or not, he would be able to conceal his crotch. I looked in amazement as he stuffed himself into the small pouch! Once he did, I marveled at the basket that he was showing. Seeing my burgeoning basket, the man smiled at me and stroked the front of his suit. Before I could react, someone bumped into my back. I turned and saw a young guy, about 22, dressed in Levi's, with a yellow tank top. Opening the locker next to mine, I watched him strip off the tank top. His muscular arms were outdone by his perfectly chiseled chest. The large pecs and "six pack" abs, made me yearn to see more. Unbuttoning his jeans, he lowered them until I saw his toned and muscular legs. A body builder, I thought. He removed his watch, and the gold chain around his neck. The only piece of jewelry that remained was his wedding ring. Damn, I thought, why are all the studs I find married? Folding his jeans, he placed them in the locker. There he stood, completely naked. Evidently, he had muscles everywhere, as I stared at his dick. It was as perfect as the rest of him! Even flaccid, it was huge. At least 5 inches long, and very thick. He bent over into his gym bag, giving me a perfect view of his bubble butt. I saw him take out a crisp, white jock. When he got it on, I was staring at the man of my dreams! Slipping into a tight pair of gym shorts did nothing to hide his massive basket. I watched, as he put his hand down his shorts, squeezed a few times and, then, rearranged it. He went off to his workout, leaving me with an erection that wouldn't quit. When I slipped into my brief swim trunks, I could feel all the men staring at my hard-on. After successfully jamming my dick into my grey Speedo, I headed for the steam room. I thought this would take care of my stiff dick. The steam clouded my view of the room, so I used the walls to guide me to an empty spot. I found a spot on the second ledge. As I hoisted myself into position, I raked my body over a dude on the first level. In an effort to help me up, I felt his strong hands on the front of my suit. Feeling my erection, he cupped my dick. The feeling was electric. After a few more sensual gropes. I took my seat, immediately above the man. Once on the ledge, my eyes became accustomed to the steam. I saw two men wearing Speedos, like mine, and three others naked, with towels draped across their crotches. The blonde man who helped me up, sat naked, slowly stroking his own dick. I also noticed that two of the other men, were stroking their dicks beneath their towels. Boy, if I came here to control my hard-on, I was certainly in the wrong place! I was about to start fondling myself, when the door opened. Through the haze of steam, I saw that it was the guy wearing the blue jock. He stood in the middle of the room, looking around. When he saw me, he moved over to sit beside me. Even through the steam, I could tell his was looking at me. A moment later, he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. Squeezing it lightly, I could feel him getting hard. His moans told me that I way pleasing him. The blue jock tented to the point of bursting. The cloth rose to expose his balls. I rubbed them until he shifted his position, Bracing his back on the wall next to us, his knees came up, inviting me for a closer inspection. With my head between his knees, I lapped the sweat from his sac. He moaned louder this time, pulling the pouch away from his, equally sweaty, dick. My lips moved to capture the smell of his man-sweat. Licking it slowly, the guy grabbed my head, and I felt the tip of his dick enter my mouth. The blonde beneath us stroked my dick through my Speedos. I grunted as I felt his hand freeing my erection. Stroking both of our hard-ons. I noticed another man joining in and sucking on the blondes stiff prod. Soon, we were surrounded by the other men in the steam room. I felt hands everywhere. My back and legs were treated to gentle caresses from all sides. The man in the blue jock also had his share of hands, as they rubbed his nipples, arms, and belly. He was breathing heavy, and groaning at all the attention being paid to him. I could hear the other men beating off. The steam room orgy was cut short when the door opened. I raised my head off of the dick I had been sucking, as the other men scrambled back to their places. From my vantage point, I could see that is was the muscle stud that I'd been lusting after in the locker room. He had doffed his gym shorts, and untied his hair. It flowed around his shoulders, making him look like a Greek God. He stood in the center of the room, giving me another chance to feast on his beauty. He sat next to two of the men who had been a part of our little group. One man was stroking his own hard dick, while the other one reached over to fondle Mr. Muscle. Pushing away the hands, the man walked away. Scoping out a familiar face, he recognized me, and joined me on my perch. "I was at the gym just to work out. That other stuff in the steam room was totally uncalled for! "I was taking some steam to relax my overworked muscles." "I'm a great masseur." I said. "You want me to work out some of those kinks?" He relaxed, and let me begin. His beefy arms were first. Kneading them, with the proper amount of pressure, had the man moaning with delight. Both shoulders were next. My massage became more sensual. I let my hands stray from his shoulders, to brush across his pecs, This feeling caused him to emit a satisfied moan. My hands played on his rock, hard chest. He groaned, quietly. Running my fingers across his nipples, I could feel them getting as hard as his pecs. My hands moved lower, kneading his abs. His tight muscles relaxed to my touch. Spreading out my fingers, I rubbed his stomach, and waist. Groaning with pleasure, he scooted his back closer to me. My Speedo came in contact with his perfect butt. I was afraid, that when he felt my hard-on, he'd move away as he did with the others. Instead, he nuzzled closer, and I felt him rubbing himself into my groin. I don't know if it was the steam, but I was getting awfully hot in that room! Hearing the anonymous sounds of other men, grunting and groaning, had it's effect on the Greek God sitting against me. My wary fingers made their way to the front of his jock. I felt his dick trapped inside the pouch of the strap. I snuck my fingers under the pouch, and his downy soft balls were churning away, making the stuff that he, regularly, gave to his wife. "Man, that feels great!" he said. At the same time, his hands reached behind him, and lowered the waistband of my suit until my dick sprang forth, finding its resting place between my partners solid asscheeks. Raising his hips, he soon had my dick slipping and sliding between his tight buns. At the same time, I had started stroking the front of his jock. Neither of us had said anything. My hands were too busy stroking his cock, and he was giving my dick a ride between his cheeks. I moaned when I felt some of his pre-cum soak his pouch. Turning him to face me, I continued to stroke him. His dick got rock hard. and began to empty his load inside the jockstrap. "AAAWWWW!" he moaned. The other sounds in the room, made his final grunt almost imperceptible. as he humped my hands, as they worked on his dick. I felt the cotton of his pouch become saturated with his ejaculate. The blonde sitting below us tried to get involved by stroking us with his hands. My partner, however, pushed his hands away, so that we could concentrate of each other. He pulled my Speedo up over my dick, and rubbed furiously. Now I know how guys feel as I'm rubbing them through their underwear! After a few, quick stroke, my suit was filled with my hot, steamy load Laying back, our eyes finally met, and I could see a big ‘thank you' in his eyes. He left, obviously, to find a shower. Me, I just lay there, until I disappeared in the steam. After a few minutes, I felt the need for a shower, myself. Padding down the hall with my towel, I heard one of the showers still running. Walking into the showers, I saw the man from my earlier encounter. Naked, he was rinsing off his cum-stained jock. His prick, though not hard, still lived up to the man of my dreams. Taking the shower next to him, I said "What went on in the steam room was pretty hot, wasn't it?" "I'll say, he replied. "You know, I've never done anything like that before! I guess it was just the heat of the moment. It was obvious that everyone was enjoying themselves, judging from the sounds round us. You know, making it with another guy has always been a fantasy of mine." "Well you certainly rose to the challenge" I said, soaping up the front of my Speedo. I had stains to rinse off, too. "I can't remember when I've had a more exciting time at the gym!" "I think it's going to get better" he said. "You know, that suit should be rinsed off to avoid any embarrassing stains" as he took over scrubbing the front of my suit. The combination of seeing him naked, plus what he was doing to me, was getting my dick hard again. If he didn't stop what he was doing, there would be another stain to clean up. As if he was reading my mind, he said "Hey, I took my jock off to rinse it out, so why don't you slip out of your suit?" I did so, immediately. We both stood naked, letting the spray of warm water cascade over our bodies. With my suit in his hands, he lovingly cleaned, and rinsed, it off. What a sight! Draping my suit on the shower pipe, he soaped up my crotch. "You've got to be clean all over." Clean, and hard, I thought, as his hands caused my dick to lengthen even more. I also noticed this his cock was on the rise as swell. Grabbing the soap, I lathered up his crotch. "Aaww, man, you've got such a nice touch," he said. as he increased the speed on my cock. Soon, both of us has ball-busting erections. "Maybe we should continue this someplace a little more private." We rinsed off. He grabbed his jock, and my suit. Wrapping our towels around ourselves, he followed me. "The sauna is closed for repairs. Why don't we go in there?" The sign on the glass door read CLOSED FOR RENOVATION. We walked in to the darkened room and sat on a bench behind a high pile of wood panels that were going to be installed. Away from prying eyes. I said "Well, you can't get more private than this." I reached over to caress his crotch. I could feel him through his towel. "Well, well" I said, feeling his cock respond. "It feels like you'll be ready to go again, soon." Reaching under his towel, I wrapped my hand around his rising dick. Groaning, he said "I think you're right. You know, I thought this was going to be a one time experience for me, but after what happened earlier, I want to do more!" With that, he yanked off my towel, and handed me his jock. "Here, put this on." I shimmied into the wet jock. It was so cool, remembering that he had been wearing it when the came, and it gave me an instant hard-on. "Does it feel good?" "Hell, yeah" I said, as he started stroking my dick. "It feels wonderful!" Kneeling between his legs, I parted his towel. "I want to make love to your beautiful body." Gently, I pulled on the towel, moving him closer to the edge of the bench. "Get ready. because what I'm going to do with you will be something you'll always remember." Parting his legs, I began to lick and suck on his balls. Then, lifting his balls, I spread the cheeks of his ass, and blew my hot breath around his hole. "Mmmmm, yeah, dude. That feels so good!" When my tongue connected with his hole, he yelped. "Aaahhh, yeah, man!" He shuddered when he felt my tongue invading his impossibly tight hole. His legs wrapped around my head, as he forced more of his ass onto my tongue. Putting his legs against the walls, I sucked and rimmed him, until his moans got so loud, that I was afraid they would be heard throughout the gym. "Aaawww, lick it! Suck it!" he yelled. He braced his back with his hands, allowing me to keep up my rim job, I grabbed for his hard cock, and stroked him. "You've got be on fire!" he gasped, luxuriating in all of the sensations I was causing. "Ooohhhh, man, stop it! Stop it, or I'll shoot again!" My mouth left his ass, and his legs slid off the wall. His cock was already so hard that I released it to prolong his orgasm. Sitting up, he mashed his mouth on my lips in a deep, sensuous kiss. I'd never expected him to react like that. "Ohh, yeah, kiss me, you muscle stud! Kiss me harder" I said, burying my tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it, as his hands roamed across my back. "Uunnhh" I groaned, as his fingers grabbed and twisted my nipples. "Do it to me. Pinch my pecs, man. Squeeze ‘em tight! Aaawwww, yeahhh!" His mouth traveled down my body, and he sucked and bit both of my nipples. I was trembling, and my cock was threatening to rip through the pouch of his jock. Standing him up, I rubbed our crotches together. "Yes," he cried, as our bodies ground together. "More! I'm so turned on by you right now. Suck me, lick me. Do whatever you want!" He was begging me for it, now. He wanted me, and I wanted it all! "Love me, baby." he growled, as his hands cupped the cheeks of my ass. He was consumed by his lust. Kissing me fiercely, his fingers began to probe my ass pucker. "I want you, dude! I want to do everything!" Grabbing my nylon Speedo, he attempted to put it on. He couldn't get it over his rock, hard asscheeks, only managing to pull the front up over his hard-on. Though he managed to contain his steely rod, his balls wouldn't fit, and they hung down between his legs. "Oh, baby, yes" I grinned at the sight before me. "It's like trying to put a cork back into a bottle of Dom Perignon." Pulling him down to the floor, I got us into a 69 position. He licked my legs outside his jock. "Mmmmm, lick me. Use that hot tongue of yours, stud! My body is all yours, man. Do whatever feels good to you!" His mouth sucked the entire jock that I was wearing. My lust was uncontrollable. I sucked and licked the balls that wouldn't fit his entire crotch. "I need another taste of your gorgeous ass!" Since my Speedo covered only half of him, it was for my fingers to part his cheeks. Bending slightly, I pulled his ass over my face. "Aaawww, yeah" he groaned, as my tongue delved deeper into his waiting hole. "Damn. that feels abso-fucking-lutely wonderful!" he panted, as he grabbed my cock beneath the jock. Sucking the tip through the pouch, soon gave way to pulling out my cock, and licking and sucking all over my sensitive cock. "This is what I want! I need to suck on your bare cock, as it slides in and out of my mouth!" For a novice cocksucker, he knew just the right buttons to push. As much as I wanted to, I resisted ramming my whole length down his throat. I wanted him to take it as his own speed, and it certainly paid off. Each bob of his head drew my cock deeper into his mouth. Soon I felt his lips in my pubic patch. "Aaaaawwww, yeah, baby! You've got all of me inside you!" His primal instincts took over and, soon, he was fucking my face like a pro. I sucked the rim of his hole, introducing one of my fingers. His groaning told me that one finger wasn't enough would not be enough to satisfy his new-found desire. That's when I added a second. "Do it, man! Slip those fingers night up my ass!" I moved farther up his straining, and very tight, virgin ass. That's it, dude. Ream me out with those fucking fingers!" Knocking his prostate, caused him to shiver. "UUUUUHHH, fuck! Hit it again" he yelled, twisting his ass onto my fingers. The second time, caused a copious amount of pre-cum to dribble out of his cock, staining my Speedo, which became useless as a covering for his stiff poker. "Keep it up, man. What you're doing to me now is driving me up the wall! Pulling my prick from his hungry mouth, prompting me to say "I think you're ready for the next step of your initiation." Yanking my Speedo from his body, I Shoved it into his open mouth. "Here. Chew on this, while I get you ready to experience a fuck that you'll never forget!" Moaning, he sucked on the nylon, while my tongue went back to work on his ass. His ass was slick, and sweaty. My mouth clamped down on his hungry hole. "Oh, y-yes!" he muffled, with my suit in his mouth. My tongue slid back into his hole. Spitting out my Speedo, he yelled "Sweet fuck, push it in deeper!" I was happy to oblige. The deeper I went. the louder he screamed. "Mmmmmm. aauuuggghhhh, shit! You've got me hotter than I've ever been before" he grunted. I put my trunks back into his mouth. I stretched his hole, and inserted three fingers. His grunts were telling me that he was enjoying what I was doing. Wiggling my fingers up his ass, brought more grunts and groans from my Greek God. "That's it, my muscle stud. I want you so hot, that you'll be begging for my cock!" Moving my head to his chest, my mouth clamped down on one of his sensitive nipples. Biting down hard, he gasped, as my fingers connected with his prostate. He was moaning, and trembling. Releasing my hold on his tit, my mouth went to his face. Kissing and licking his face, he spat my nylon gag from his mouth. Kissing me full on the mouth, I felt his tongue ram down my throat. I broke the very wet, and passionate kiss. "Damn, it looks like you're almost ready for the next step." He was panting and grunting, as he tossed his body to and fro. "Yes, oh yes! Hurry. I don't think I can take much more!" I knew he was ready, but I had to hear the words from his own mouth. My three fingers were fucking his ass in deep and steady strokes His cock was sending out a steady stream of pre-cum. I knew that if I touched it, his cum would blast out of his swelling cock. After another minute of my extreme torture, I finally heard the words that I'd been waiting for. "I can't take it anymore! Fuck me!! Fuck my ass! Aaawww, man, fuck my ass!" That's all I needed to hear. Shoving my Speedo gag, once again, in his mouth, I raised his legs, and teased his hole with my cock. "Fuck, don't tease me, fuck me! Ram your big cock inside me!" My teasing ended, and I shoved the tip of my cock past his sphincter muscles. Tensing, for just a moment, I heard his guttural cries of "YESSSSS! Y-YESSS!" Shoving more of my cock into his ass, I felt his muscles relaxing. "My big dick is reaming out your hole." When I felt my balls brush against his ass, I knew that I had managed to get all of my cock, deep into his ass. That's when I started pulling back and pushing forward a slow, and gentle, fuck. "I'm fucking your ass, stud. Do you like my dick up your ass?" He nodded, and his grunting and groaning told me that he was enjoying his first fuck. "You want it harder?" Another nod. "You want it faster?" He grabbed my hips, pulling me in and out of his steamy fuck hole. All the while. he was chewing, and sucking, on my Speedo. My cock, feeling the heat, and pressure, from his asshole, was ready to explode. I saw that his cock was still as hard as a rock. "I hate to cum alone" I said, as I grabbed his throbbing penis. When I scraped his prostate again, combined with my stroking of his cock, he let out a high pitched scream, that even my suit could not squelch. "MMMMM, UNGHH, UNGHHH, UUNNGGGHHHH! OOOOHHHH!!!" His load blasted from the tip of his cock with such force, that it sprayed all the way to my face! The feel of his hot cream on my cheeks, made me fuck him even faster. His hands were on my asscheeks, urging me deeper. The contractions of his ass muscles, caused by the sheer force of his orgasm, sent me over the edge. "F-FUCK, YEAHHH!" I screamed. "TAKE IT UP YOUR ASS, MAN! FEEL ME COATING YOUR INSIDES! UUUUUHHHMMMMMMM, FUCK!" Slamming into him one, last time, I fell on top of him. Withdrawing his gag, our lips met in the most wonderful, passionate, kiss. Untangling ourselves, we managed to put on our respective jocks and Speedos. Opening the sauna door a crack to see if the coast was clear, he kissed me one last time. "You were so right about promising me something that I'll never forget." We hugged and went our separate ways.