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My ass was a cummy mess! I looked at it with my iphone camera and I was fucking oozing! It was almost 10:30 now and I wanted to make one more stop that night before I called it quits. I walked out of the video store smiling my ass off and I was sure all the guys knew I had taken lots of cum. I hailed a cab on 8th ave and headed to a small bareback sex party in the east village… **************** **************** ************** I rang the buzzer of the apartment near Astor place and was buzzed in quickly. I checked my clothes while exchanging pleasantries with the host, whom I have know for some time being a semi-frequent attendee of his party. This particular party was advertised as a bareback party, condoms would be provided but it was expected that you were going raw. As I was packing my thing into the trash bag for the clothes check, the buzzer rang and in came a sexy German guy. He was naked and hard in a few short minutes and I went into the play room. The room was equipped with a sling and some benches for play and lube, I had my own poppers. I sat down and the german sat next to me, we started stroking each others cocks, but he didn’t want to do more. I however wanted more cum up my ass, especially from the men at this party, most of whom were known or expected to be poz. The buzzer rang again and shorty after a Latino guy walked in with a raging nine incher. He was a no games kind of guy and immediately went on his knees, bent me over and starting eating my ass. He was real good at it, and got my hole nice and relaxed and wet. I started hitting the poppers and bent over more to let him in further. The German guy was right in front of me smiling and watching, he reached over and held my ass cheeks apart and the Latino pig really went to town, slurping on my ass hole, spitting into me, and tongue-fucking me hard. I was ready to get plowed and he knew it. He stood up and slid his entire length into my hole until I felt his stomach and hips against my ass. He held my meaty ass cheeks and rough fucked me deep. He was long dicking my ass, and I was staring into the German's face as he jerked off watching me take the Latino's cock, a man who’s face I hadn't even really gotten a clear look. The German was smiling at me, saying telling me what a good slut I was, a good little faggot slut boy. The Latino started slamming into my ass and then leaned into my ear, “Can I cum in you?” he asked me. “Of course man, load that hole, fill me up man!” I replied. This drove him crazy and I edged him on, wanting him to cum in my ass, I wanted him to add his seed to that of the other anon men who had dumped in me earlier that day. He started to grunt and buckle and I knew he was cumming. He fucked me harder then, pushing his dick as far as it would go. I imagined his cum seeping into my blood stream and my own cock was oozing pre cum. Mine wasn’t the only cock on the verge of shooting ropes of poz jizm, the German guy wouldn’t even touch his own for fear of cumming too soon. But I wanted him in me too. “Can I sit on your cock?” I asked. “I’m too close man” he replied. "Well I want your cum in my ass, dude.” I turned around and slid my well cum-lubed ass onto his throbbing shaft and he immediately started to pulsate into me. I felt ever gush of cum from his cock. It was fucking beautiful and I had to keep away from touching my own cock before I too came. When I slid off I tried to suck him clean but he was too sensitive from the intense orgasm he had just had up my ass, so smiling my thanks, I went outside in the backyard for a smoke. When I came back in there was an older guy there, maybe late 50’s, well built for his age and with a look I loved: that of an older-man with AIDS wasting! He was fucking hot. As I admired him, the host came over to me and said “He’s an awesome top, and very potent.” He said winking. I understood what he was saying: that this man was a walking AIDS death fuck. Of course I wanted him to charge my hole. My Latino friend had another plan for me though. He saw me and immediately bent me over onto the bed in the living room, and slid slid his cock into me and fucked me harder than he had before. Slamming into me, tearing me up. I was sure I was going to be in pain the next day. He slam fucked me for what seemed like 15 minutes and then held me down by the neck doggy style and unloaded in me again. When he pulled out I felt the trickle of cum slide out of my hole, down my ball sack and that’s when I felt my AIDS daddy's mouth. He was licking my balls clean making his way toward my hole. I was in heaven. I wanted him to fuck that diseased cum into me more than I wanted anything else. He cleaned my hole off then grabbed me by the hair and moved my mouth over to his dick. He was eight inches, cut and really veiny. I love veiny cock, especially when I know the guy had AIDS blood running through those veins. I licked him shaft to balls then slid him into my mouth and sucked him with fury: softly but with intent, wetting his balls with my tongue on the down stroke and lingering for a second longer on his head. He was fucking loving it. “Yeah, boy, suck that dirty cock, use your mouth on daddy's cock. Make daddy feel nice and good with that slut mouth” he grunted at me. I pulled off took a huge hit of poppers and went to town on his dick, sucking with fury and a passion for raw poz lust. He slapped my ass giving me the signal to 'bring that hole over here'. I spread my ass myself, opening my hole, making sure he saw the cum already buried into me, advising he I was a gaping AIDS fuck hole available for his pleasure. “Fuck me daddy. Give me that toxic seed, fuck that cum into me” I said in a hushed whisper. “What was that boy? You want what?” he demanded, placing his cock head against my open hole. “I want you to fuck me with that dirty tool, Sir. I want you to recharge that ass with your strain, fuck that cum into my blood!” He slammed his cock into me and pounded away. It hurt real bad, he was intentionally hitting my walls and fucking me with a slight sideways slant to insure some damage. This guy enjoyed fucking bug chasing bottom boys. “Yeah, Daddy. Fuck me! Fuck that load into my hole, Daddy. Give me your AIDS!” I shouted. “Don’t worry, boy. I’m gonna give you a good toxic load. Gonna make sure you get my DNA up your gut, give you the fuck flu all over again. You’re gonna remember this fuck, you stupid little AIDS faggot whore!” he said while slamming into me so hard I thought I would pass out. The other guys had been watching, some with looks of disbelief. Here was a pretty little 24 year old twink boy begging for AIDS sperm from an almost 60-something year old wasted-faced, skinny AIDS fucker - and loving it. One of the guys fed me my poppers and didn’t remove the bottle. I was spinning. I was taking this cock with so much intent the rest of the guys were all jerking off. Even if they didn’t find Poz talk hot, at that moment, the depravity of my actions had everyone rock hard. The German guy came closer and said he was going to cum, my AIDS daddy pulled out a second while the German guy put his piss slit near my hole and sprayed my ass with his cum. AIDS daddy scooped some up put it on his cock and fucked the German's cum deeper into me. I felt so fucking full and slutty and open and wonderful. AIDs Daddy had been fucking me for 20 minutes and was still going strong. When I asked him if he was close he said “Boy, I’ve cum in you twice already!” And I went nuts, bucking my ass against his cock and panting and begging for more. He flipped me onto my back to look me in my eyes while he fucked me and I saw a new cock near my mouth and instinctively began sucking it, although never loosing eye contact with my AIDS daddy. He slammed into me some more and spit into my mouth snarling. He looked like an evil possessed demon fucker, and I knew all he wanted was to make sure his AIDS lived in me for as long as I was alive. And I would be sure to pass it on when the time was right. This poz fucker would live forever through his AIDS lineage and I was his receptacle. “Here I cum again, boy, you want some more of my AIDS cum? Let me hear you beg!” “Give it to me, Daddy. I need your AIDS sperm. I need you to recharge my ass. Make me toxic. Give me your fucking POZ cum.” With that he came in convulsions, unloading his disease into me. He fell on top of me and pulled out. For a second I felt very empty, like I was missing something, until the new guy mounted my ass. He was West Indian and hung, uncut, with a down curve to his cock. I hit my poppers more, I was almost too poppered out but being used so much without rest that I didn’t have time to think about it. The guy kept saying “Damn you're so full of cum. Fuck man, you're oozing all over my cock.” Needless to say he didn’t last long and shot in my ass with a series of grunts and bucks yelling for me to take his “fucking nasty seed!” Now it was late and I needed to go but I also needed to cum, so I mounted AIDS daddy again and rode his cock while stroking my own uncut eight inch poz shaft. It didn’t take long for me either, but I shot more cum than I ever had in my life. It just kept cumming. The German guy scooped it up off the bed and smeared it on my face, then kissed me while AIDS Daddy began to pulse into my ass for the last time that night. “Damn you're a little poz slut. Your ass was the main attraction tonight huh. You’re so fucking hot. I love a little take all loads slut boy.” With that he kissed me on the mouth, in the process tasting my cum. He made me open my mouth and he spit my own cum back into my mouth. I had to go. I was spent and tired and my legs and hole throbbed. The West Indian guy drove me home. We had good conversation and when I left I looked down at his car seat and sure enough there was a cum stain that leaked out of my ass. I didn’t care though. I had had a great Sunday and was now hungry as hell, so I stopped in the McDonalds and stood in line with my ass leaking poz cum down my shorts.

I havent been back to Ohio to visit in years. I recently made a trip for the holidays to visit my family. My cousin who is about 10 years older than me, and who recently got out of prison was also in town and we hung out. He really hit the gym hard and came out looking pretty damn good. I had only recently been open with my family and was a bit nervous hanging out with him since before he never knew I was gay. At first nothing seemed off other than me randomly catching myself staring at him, which i felt guilty about since we are related. He caught me checking him out and at first didnt do much. Well the night progressed and everyone else either went home or passed out and it ended up just being my cousin and myself alone in the living room. He had already had a few beers and out of the blue he asked me "so I heard you are a faggot". It caught off guard one being called a faggot and two him just bring it up randomly. I didnt know how to respond and just turned to look at him. "so are you or arnt you a faggot" he asked again this time getting off the couch and coming towards me. I didnt know what to say and just nodded my head. I was about to say that it offended me being called a faggot but my words stopped in my throat when I heard and saw what he did next. He grabbed his crotch and came up straight to my face "im not going to lie, I got used to fucking some faggots. Felt great being able to bust in them without having to worry about getting a bitch pregnant. I got enough kids as it is" His hand is holding his crotch and he is looming over me as i sit on the couch. I cant take my eyes off his growing bulge in his pants and he gives me a smirk. "I saw you checking me out all day, I know you want this, you cant deny it." I just nod my head cant believing what is happening. I felt guilty because we are related but he had gotten really hot and his dick was very noticeably hard and my inner pig starts to come out. I cant keep my eyes off his crotch as i bite my lip wanting to taste it. He laughs and walks away, at first i thought he was teasing me and I felt my stomach drop, but then he asked "well arnt you going to come to my room with me, cant have anyone walk in on us. I aint no faggot i just like fucking a nice hole and dont want anyone to think otherwise". Im off the couch and following him to his room before I know it. I follow him into his room and he just lays on his bed and motions me over. "Come suck on my dick get it nice and wet faggot". I obediently does what he says and walk over. I slowly pull his sweat pants off and expose his throbbing cock. It had to be about 7 1/2 inches and pretty thick. I cant resist at this point and immediately take his dick into my mouth. His dick is oozing precum and it has a slight bitter taste from all the booze he had been drinking. He is leaning back his arms behind his head with his eyes closed. "suck that dick faggot, get it nice and wet". I first start off slow just tasting his cock but then I feel his big rough hands on the back of my head and he shoves my head down on his cock. I gag at first and try to pull back but he holds my head down. "lets get that saliva going, yeah gag on my big dick faggot." my eyes are watering but i relax my throat and deep throat it his fat cock. "fuck yeah you faggots really know how to work a cock" he starts to thrust into my mouth and im doing everything i can to swallow it. Suddenly he pulls my head off his cock and grabs me throwing me on the bed. He practically rips my pants off me and pushs my body down exposing my ass to him. "mmm look at that hole" he says and spits on it. He then rubs his cock on my hole and then shoves in. I try to relax but I was not prepared for it and my body tenses up. He just pushs all his weight on top of me pinning me down as he keeps his dick inside me. His hand had found its way to my mouth as he holds it to keep me from making any noise. "fuck yeah faggot, take that dick, fuck your ass is so tight not like those other loose holes." he whispers into my ear as he pushes deeper in me. At first im in pain and im trying not to whimper and relax, he just continues to thrust into me. I dont know if it was because he was man handling me or if it was because I was very tight but it didnt really take him long before i felt his body start to tense up and he starts grunting in my ear. I can feel his dick throbbing deep inside me as he unloads his seed into me. He leaves his dick in me and just continues to lay on top of me. At this point it is really dawning on me I just got fucked by a relative, by my hot ex convict cousin. He finally pulls out and slaps my ass. "yep you have a nice tight hole and im going to make you mine"

not been on here in a while as ive been working hard on taking as much POZ AIDS seed in my boy belly as i can

This is a two part story about two people who helped me through a difficult time in my life and were also were important in my progression towards giving into my real desires and learning to enjoy and embrace and the risks associated with fucking and being fucked bareback - my flatmate Patrick and my neighbour's son Alex, who I will tell about in part 2. Part 1 - Patrick I had not long split with my long term partner and I was going through a bit of a difficult time. The split had been difficult and I was feeling bruised, I was tired, hurt and not really sure where my life was going. I was also a bit up against it financially and would be until the house we had shared was sold. I needed somewhere to live and got a good deal on renting a small two bed flat. The flat was to be sold and one of the conditions was that I had to let the estate agent in to carry out viewings whenever they needed to. I didn't have any problems with that and signed up for six months. I was still a bit short of money though and one of my friends suggested that I get someone in to share the flat with me. He said he knew of a guy who was coming down from Scotland to work for six months and was looking to rent a room. I thought this would be a good idea and a few weeks later my friend set up a meeting for us. I liked Patrick straight away. Although he lived in Scotland, he was actually Irish. He was in his late 20s, with dark hair, a really nice smile and a fit body. I especially noticed his arse which really filled out his trousers. We got on well and decided that he would move in the following week. Sharing a flat with Patrick was good for me - he did not take life too seriously and was fun to be around. It was particularly good for me to have someone like Patrick around given the way I was feeling. He had indicated that he was planning to play the field a bit while he was in London and asked me if there was any problem with him bringing guys back to the flat. I said I had no problem with that and the next weekend he brought a guy back that he had met in a club. As I passed his bedroom door a little later I could hear the sound of fucking. Patrick had told me he was mainly a bottom and had admitted that he didn't always play safe. I wondered if he was being fucked without a condom right now and the thought turned me on. A few weeks later I came home from work early in the evening and Patrick was in the kitchen with a fit blond guy in a smart shirt and trousers. Patrick introduced him and said they had met through work. After a while they disappeared into Patrick's bedroom and a short time later Patrick reappeared in the kitchen in just a T shirt and pants and asked me if I had any condoms. I said sorry I didn't have any and Patrick shrugged. "Oh well, not to worry. " and added "He's got a boyfriend so he wants to use one." He grinned and then winked at me and headed back to the bedroom. As I passed his bedroom door a little later I noticed it was slightly open. I couldn't see in but I could clearly hear the sound of flesh slapping on flesh and then I heard Patrick moaning "Fuck me...fuck me!" I knew they were fucking bareback and this, together with the image of Patrick in his pants and T shirt got me horny. I unzipped my trousers and got my cock out and began to play with myself as I listened to them fuck. I heard the guy telling Patrick he was getting close but they kept fucking and before long I heard the guy cumming noisily up Patrick's arse and I shot my load into my pants. After a while the guy left and Patrick came in to the kitchen where I was preparing something to eat still in his T shirt and pants. He opened the fridge and bent down to get some juice. I had a great view of his arse as he bent down and the knowledge that he had a load of cum up him really turned me on. I had been struggling to decide what to do since I had split with my partner. During the last couple of years we were together we had not really had sex and I had started doing it with other guys. More and more I had been fucking bareback and loving it and I knew now that I could do whatever I wanted. But somehow I was holding back and didn't really feel ready to give into my desire to fuck and be fucked bareback. Patrick's attitude was "you only live once" and he said he was going to make it his mission to get me to lighten up and have some fun. He had made it clear that he was up for being fucked by me but for some reason I was still holding back. I was getting more and more tempted though.... Patrick continued to have a good time with the guys he brought back and I knew that, unless the guy insisted on a condom, Patrick was letting these guys fuck him bareback and cum in his arse. He was a really good looking guy and I was not surprised that he brought so many fit lads home with him. One morning I got up and headed for the toilet. A naked guy was standing taking a piss in the toilet and I recognised him as one of a group of students who shared a house down the road. A week or so later the same guy emerged from Patrick's bedroom on Saturday morning with one of his housemates and Patrick told me later that they had both fucked him and cum in his arse. Around this time we were starting to get more viewings for the flat and I discovered I knew the estate agent quite well. His name was Charlie and he was the boyfriend of one of my ex partner's best friends. Charlie was a stocky, slightly chubby dark haired guy in his mid 30s. I had always liked him and thought he was quite fit. One day I came home from work and Charlie's car was parked outside. I assumed we had a viewing but when I went into the flat there was nobody there. Patrick's bedroom door was half open and from inside I could once again hear the sound of fucking. I couldn't resist looking in and I saw Patrick kneeling on the bed in just a T shirt as Charlie, naked from the waist down, fucked him hard from behind. I could see from the look on Charlie's face that he was close to cumming and seconds later he was clearly shooting his load up Patrick's arse. I didn't want either of them to know I had been watching so I went quietly back out of the flat and waited five minutes before letting myself in. Patrick and Charlie were in the kitchen and Charlie said he had just done a viewing. When he left I asked Patrick if Charlie had just fucked him. He grinned and said "You know he has - I saw you looking in just as he was cumming!" I asked if Charlie had fucked him without a condom and he grinned and nodded "There's nothing like a good hard bareback fuck!" he said Patrick was not bothered that I had seen him and Charlie fucking - in fact I suspected he was deliberately trying to tempt me - he was leaving his bedroom door open more and more and I knew now that it was only a matter of time before I gave in the temptation he was putting in front of me. It was a week or so later that I came home and once more head the sound of fucking. This time it was coming from the living room. I looked in. Patrick was bent over the settee, naked from the waist down, his pants and trousers on the floor as young black guy fucked him from behind. I knew that Patrick had seen me but the other guy hadn't. The black guy looked no more than eighteen or nineteen and I suspected he was another student from the nearby college. He was fucking Patrick harder now, his pants and trousers down at his knees and I was really turned on by the sight of his fit arse banging Patrick. "I'm getting close...." he panted, "Can I cum in your arse mate?" Patrick moaned and told him to go for it and seconds later I was watching the young black guy pumping a load up Patrick's obviously unprotected arse. I watched as the guy pulled his cock out of Patrick's arse. It was massive and I had a perfect view of Patrick's gaping arsehole as the black guy pulled out and some cum slid out of Patrick's arse. I was in the kitchen when I heard the black guy leaving and seconds later Patrick joined me, once more in a T shirt and pants. "Did you enjoy the show." he asked. I nodded. "Do you want some?" he said softly. I nodded again and he leaned forward and kissed me. Soon my trousers and pants were down and Patrick was sucking my cock. I was so turned on it was hard to stop myself cumming but after a while Patrick stood up and kissed me again and then turned around, pulled his pants down and offered me his arse. There was no way I could resist even if I wanted to. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. I had secretly wanted to do this ever since I met Patrick. I slid up his cummy hole easily and began to fuck him right there in the kitchen. I knew I wouldn't last long and after ten or twelve thrusts I shot what felt like a massive load into his arse. Patrick and I fucked regularly after that. He knew that I loved fucking him after another guy had loaded him up and would often drop his pants for me after some guy had fucked him, telling me all about the guy who had loaded him as I fucked him. We also had a few threesomes, including a really horny encounter with Charlie the estate agent. I had known Charlie and his partner for a few years and I had never thought that I would end up in a threesome with him. I enjoyed every minute of it as we kissed, sucked and rimmed each other. I loved getting my tongue up Charlie's hairy arse and was even more turned on when he asked me if I wanted to fuck him. The fact that Charlie was cheating on his boyfriend turned me on even more. I fucked his hairy arse bareback and shot a nice big load right up him. Patrick and i ended up kneeling on the bed, arses in the air as Charlie took it in turns to fuck us, moving from one to the other before shooting his load up me and the pulling out to shoot the rest up Patrick/ Patrick had succeeded in bringing me out of myself and I really enjoyed knowing him - he helped me at one of the most difficult times of my life just by being himself and his fun attitude to life began to rub off on me. Patrick is married now and lives in Ireland with his husband. He still enjoys the occasional bareback fuck behind his husband's back though and when I met up with him in London last year I dumped two loads up him. When the lease on the flat was up, Patrick went back to Scotland and I found a small house in West London which would be ready for me to move into a few months later. One of my good friends was going to work abroad for three months and suggested that I live in his flat until my house was ready. I enjoyed living in Michael's flat - it was in a beautiful upmarket area of London and I could never have afforded to live there otherwise. Michael owned the top half of a large Victorian house in north London. The lower flat was owned by a really nice lady who was divorced and had three sons, the youngest of whom was at university..... Part 2 to follow

Yeah, I’m a bug chaser. It didn’t take me long into my bareback bottomhood to realize that the thrill of sex increased exponentially if there was a danger element involved. So I started doing it with married men. In public places. With the partners of friends of mine. And eventually with Poz men. I must admit that the whole Poz thing really turned me on. At first I was kind of freaked out about how I got off on the idea of playing roulette with my health, but once you experience that thrill of living on the edge and letting a Poz guy stay in you when he cums... well. It’s all over from there. But this was the mid 90’s and dating/hookup apps didn’t really exist yet. And Poz guys weren’t really to be found on AOL and gay.com. At least not where I lived in middle America. What we did have in my community, though, was a small AIDS hospice. Okay, okay. I know how this sounds. Pretty sick, right? A young guy trolling an AIDS hospice for Poz cock? Preying on gay men in the last stages of life?? But that’s exactly what I did. And very successfully too, I might add. I was in my mid-20’s back then. I was decently attractive with a sort of “golly gee” innocent charm about me (that totally hid my pervy side). And I had a good ass. Total bubble butt. I mean, from the age of twelve I knew I was built to be a bottom. Anyway, I applied to be a volunteer at the hospice. I said I would love to come read to the guys or talk or just keep them company. I could come by in the evenings and on weekends when I wasn’t working. AIDS still had a strong stigma back then, so having a young gay such as myself willing to volunteer was a bit of a novelty. I was snapped up quickly. Now, don’t go thinking that I immediately started going down on and raping all the men in hospice— because I didn’t. I actually did read to them and chat and keep them company, as I had volunteered to do. But I was also developing relationships and sussing out which men might be up for some unprotected sex with an eager, 20-something bottom slut. Eventually I found Ken. Ken was in the later stages of his illness. He was still handsome, in a way, but pretty gaunt. Blonde. Sharp Blue eyes. Mustachioed. He was one that I read to on a consistent basis. But we also talked and developed a decent friendship. Once we were fairly comfortable with each other, I asked him about his past. Like, did he have a partner ever? Did he used to have lots of sex? Did he know how he became infected? Did he used to go to bath houses or anything? He smiled slyly at me and opened up about being quite promiscuous in his day. “How promiscuous?” I prompted. Which is when he started regaling me with tales of sex parties, orgies, back rooms of dance clubs, bookstores, and yes— bath houses. He’d done them all. “And I really liked it,” he said wistfully. “I just really liked sex.” In subsequent visits I prodded him for more and more details, always saying things like “Life is so different now— this doesn’t happen. Back then it was so much more... exciting.” To which he’d agree. He didn’t know how he’d become infected, but it was several years ago now- probably in the later 80’s. He laughed and confided, “Yeah, I was stupid back then. I figured since I was a top, I was immune. That only bottoms got infected. Whoops.” Hearing this I asked if he only ever topped. He shrugged. “I tried bottoming a couple times— didn’t really enjoy it. Besides, once guys saw my dick I sort of automatically became the top.” “That big, huh? You poor thing! You must have been very popular!” I laughed. “How else do you think I wound up in this bed?” He chuckled. From there, I started steering our conversations into more sexual waters. Like did he miss sex? When was the last time he had some ass, etc. He looked at me wistfully and said he hadn’t had any since a year before hospice and that he did miss it. “With all the ass I’ve had, you think I’d be satiated, but I’m not. You always want more,” He said quietly. “Yeah, I know.” I told him. “I’m such a slut for big cock, I can never get enough of it.” Then I winked at him. He actually blushed. That was as far as I pushed it for awhile, letting the seed I’d planted in his mind to germinate a little. Plus, I needed to be sure about what I was going to do and then prepare my next steps. After a couple more “innocent” visits to Ken, I was ready to take it to the next level. This time, for my reading material, I brought some gay erotica. I started reading it aloud, as I would have our other book. After it became apparent what I was reading, he stopped me. “This is a bit of a departure from our usual,” He said hesitantly. “Yeah, I know. But I wanted to mix it up. And given some of our conversations I thought you might like this change of pace.” And I kept reading. As I read, I looked over occasionally and could see him fidgeting a bit and shifting around. I also saw him casually put his hands in his lap to mask his growing erection. I smiled at this and kept on reading. It was a particularly vivid account of a young bottom going to the baths and getting bred by stud after stud- cum leaking out of his chute. After the account of the fourth load from a particularly randy well-hung black stud I put down the magazine and said, “Hmm. You don’t have to be shy. Let that boner be free, it’s ok. We’re both gay, and I got one too.” The chair I was reading in faced him so I shifted my legs so he could see my crotch. I saw him eye my bulge hungrily although he did blush again. But he also moved his hands for me. Holy fucking tent. “Damn Ken, you DO Have a big one, don’t you?” I said breathlessly. I could see the sheet moving slightly as his pulse made his dick jump. “Can I... can I see it? Just a peek. Please??” He looked toward the door and hesitated, and I looked him squarely in the eye and said please again. Slowly he lifted the edge of the sheet and freed his impressive cock. “Ohhh. My.” I exhaled. His Dick was beautiful. It had to be 9 inches at least. It was one of those cocks where the head wasn’t huge and flared— just behind the rim of the head his shaft grew in girth until it reached its widest point about 1/3 of the way down the shaft. Then it tapered slightly to the base. It also arced proudly out from his groin, like the weight of the end of it pulled it slightly downward. And below it all were a nice pair of low hangers, just resting on the mattress. “Damn, you are blessed aren’t you?” I whispered in awe. “Sometimes I think it was a curse,” he said. “Like, if I had an average dick maybe I wouldn’t be sick right now.” “Maybe,” I said matter of factly. “But do you really think having a smaller cock would have changed your sex drive though? I mean, I know big dick guys who have no libido at all, and small dick guys who jack off 10 times a day. All I know is that you seem to have been sexually insatiable and probably would have found a way to have tons of sex, with or without that monster.” This talk was making him lose his hard on, so I quickly said, “Hey. How about you tell ME an erotic story. Like from your bathhouse days. Don’t be a lazy bitch and entertain ME for a change.” I smiled. “Surely you must have a hot tale of a favorite fuck to share.” He smiled back slowly and said, “Oh yeah. I have a few good ones. How about I tell you about the young marine?” “Sounds good to me! Let’s hear it,” i urged. “So this was at the bath house, oh many years ago now. I was there one night and in the sling room was this young, muscle-stud. He had a ‘friend’ who was guarding the entry and whoring him out. Several guys were peering in and and watching the action so I asked the ‘friend’ what what was going on. Turns out this little muscle stud was a Marine, had just turned 21 and wanted his own 21 gun salute. The friend was helping to line up good Dick and to make sure things didn’t get out of control. So far the kid was up to 11 loads and #12 sounded like he was getting close. So I asked if I could take a turn and flashed my dick at the friend. The friend smiled and said “you’re up next”.” “Oh damn, man,” I said. “This is my total fantasy! Sorry for doing this but....” I then unfastened my pants and pulled out my throbbing cock. Ken watched me do it and made no protestations. After watching me slow stroke a few times he went back to his story. “So I hear #12 finish up— loudly. And as soon as he left the room, I walked in. The kid was fucking hot. Exactly what you’d think of when you think US Marine. Tan. Well muscled. Lanky. Buzz cut dark hair. Even the dog tags laying between his pecs. His legs were slightly furry as was his ass. The kid looked up at me and his eyes were totally blown- probably on something. Or it could have been that sex haze. Anyway, I walked up to his face so he could get a look at my cock and his eyes got real big! And then his mouth opened... So I fucked his mouth to get myself good and hard. He was choking and gagging on my cock, but also just moaning like a bitch in heat. It didn’t take me long before I was raging hard. Like I am now.” I looked back at his cock and he was back at full mast and throbbing. I scored my chair right up next to his bed so he was within reach. I think Ken knew what I was thinking, but he didn’t stop me. “Go on...” I urged. “So, I pull out of his mouth and moved to position. I look down and can see a trickle of cum leaking out his ass, as well as a good puddle on the floor. I can’t believe I’m saying this but— I bent down and scooped up some floor spunk and slathered it on my Dick. Then I pushed into him. This boy was so used and so full of cum, I really didn’t need the extra lube, but the idea was hot to me. I pushed in pretty easily to a point, then met with resistance as I got to his second ring. So I took my time and slow-stroked him with just enough Dick so I was teasing his second ring. It felt so... WHOA!” It was at this point in his story when I reached over and grabbed his cock. It startled him. “Whaaa what are you doing?” He asked in a shaky voice. “I’m helping you out, man. You need this. And I want to do this. I wanna make you cum as you finish this story.” His breath was shaky and shallow, but I kept my hand on that impressive cock and jacked it slowly. His eyes half closed and he swallowed thickly. And I knew I had him. “So, you were fucking him slowly, right up to that second ring....” I promoted. His eyes close... “Yeah. Um. So I start to tease deeper. I slow push into him and get my head up in his second ring and you would think the marine is storming Iwo Jima from the noises he starts making. I pull out and slow push in again. And again. And again. Eventually this marine is grunting and Ooo Rah’ing and taking it like a goddamn champ. So I really start giving it to him. Hard. The sling chains are singing and my groin is totally covered in cum spatter as all the other loads are being fucked out of him and deeper into him. He’s going cum crazy and bucking into me to take all I can give. I look back at the door and like 5 guys are watching us fuck. I know I can’t hold out much longer and thankfully I don’t have to. Suddenly the kid cries out and I see cum shooting from his Dick all over his chest and belly. I can feel his ass spasming around my cock and that’s about all she wrote. I ram it it hard, as deep as I can, and I flood his fucking slut marine guts. He’s whimpering and moaning and I and I am so turned on that I keep cumming and cumming and... AGGGH.” Ken’s cum shoots in a perfect arc from his Dick and spatters the sheets. The next spurts drip down my hand and onto his balls. When his orgasm subsided, I got up, put my hard cock away, and got him a wash cloth. I then cleaned up the mess. “Looks like someone had been saving up quite a load,” I said with a grin. Ken couldn’t meet my eyes. I think he felt embarrassed or something. I covered him with a sheet and patted his leg. “Dude, that was incredibly hot and I regret nothing. In fact, I hope we can do this again.” Ken didn’t say anything, but.. was that a tiny nod? After that, I would pepper in my visits with some erotic reading, and it would end with Ken telling me of one of his escapades while I jacked him. It was definitely hot- but time to take it to the next level. About a month after our first JO encounter, I started a more frank discussion with him involving his status. “So, did you still have as much sex after you became positive or did it kind of stop after that.” He grew quiet and didn’t answer for a time. “It stopped… for awhile.” he sighed. “But sex is hard to give up. Did you switch to condoms then?” I inquired. “Mostly…?” he whispered. “Bareback sex is even harder to give up, isn’t it? It’s ok, trust me I get it. You can tell me. I’m not here to judge you- we’re friends.” This seemed to open Ken up a bit. “When I was diagnosed, I sort of… shut down. I withdrew and basically stopped all sex cold turkey. I wasn’t partnered at the time, so I didn’t have to worry about that pressure. Heck, I didn’t even jack off. I just sort of became a sexual zombie. Eventually I was finding myself checking out guys again. Getting horny. Getting those ‘inconvenient boners’ during the day. I started jacking again. And then I got the urge to fuck again. I tried some hookups where I used condoms, but … they didn’t work out so well. I just couldn’t stay hard being all gloved up, and I would end up disappointing the bottom. So I kind of gave up the idea of sex again. Until…” he trailed off. “You fucked a guy bareback and gave him your poz load.” I said. Ken looked up at me with a startled look on his face. “Yeah. I mean no. I mean, I didn’t really mean to, but… it just sort of happened.” “It’s okay Ken. We’re sexual beings and you must have been insanely horny. So, this was your first time fucking bare as an HIV positive man— and I gather that you liked it. Tell me about it?” It looked like he was struggling with something internally. His face contorted a bit and he wouldn’t look at me. So I grabbed his hand and held it for awhile and we sat in silence for a few minutes. “I’m worried what you’ll think of me, but…. “ “I was so damn horny. It had been almost a year since my diagnosis and no real sex. I was going out of my mind. One afternoon I found myself on autopilot and sort of ‘came to’ when I was standing outside my favorite old adult bookstore. I went in and paid my 5 bucks and headed to the back. It wasn’t very crowded and honestly I didn’t even know what I was doing there. I didn’t know what I wanted but I knew I needed to get off. Maybe jack off watching others? Maybe a BJ? I didn’t know. I wandered around for a few and noticed that the glory hole booths were busy. There were these two particular booths that had a decent sized glory hole. I noticed a few lurkers hanging in this area, so I figured some guy was giving BJ’s. So I leaned up against the wall to watch. It wasn’t long before one door opened and this hispanic construction worker came out and was fastening up his pants. He headed for the exit and one of the other lurkers took his place in the empty booth. It wasn’t long before we could hear some groans and movement noises coming from these booths. And the booths, being flimsy plywood, were kind of shaking a bit. So it became apparent that more than just a BJ going on. I look over and the other guy has his fly open and is jacking a pretty decent piece of uncut meat…. “ By now Ken was hard, the retelling had him excited. So I reached over pulled back the sheet and took him in hand, as usual. He flinched a little, but let it happen. He still wouldn’t look at me though, his head was facing the other way out the window as he remembered. “So the guy in booth 1 cums loudly and the booth rocking stops. About a minute later, he comes out with a big smile on his face and heads for the exit. Now there are just two of us ‘lurkers’, and we look at each other. The other guy is older, kind of hard to tell his age really. Maybe 60? Looks a bit… sick… you know? Probably similar to how I look now And I knew. I KNEW he was poz. And yet there he was, jacking his cock at the book store…. He raised his eyebrows at me as if asking if I was heading in or not? I shook my head, and he walked into the empty booth. He didn’t close the door. So I found myself slowly walking up and watching. The old guy fed his dick through the hole and started moaning as I heard the wet sounds of a hungry mouth going to town on his cock. ‘Fuck yeah, suck it faggot,’ he whispers harshly. In my head I know this guy is poz and he’s just letting this guy suck him. In my head I’m really conflicted, but I can’t look away. And I’m… really turned on. Soon the wet sucking noises stop and I hear that unmistakable click noise of lube bottle being opened. I know what’s going to happen and again I’m watching it all go down and not saying anything. The old guy moans and I know the guy on the other side of the wall just sheathed that uncut cock in his ass. The booth starts moving slowly and I can hear the wet sound of ass fucking. My cock is so hard at this point it’s like it wants to tear a hole in my pants to get out.” In my hand, Ken’s cock is mirroring his cock in the story. He’s wickedly hard as he’s retelling this and I just keep jacking him. I stop just long enough to spit on my hand and go back. Ken makes a small noise in his throat, then goes back to his story. “The old guy starts really fucking into this dude’s ass through the glory hole. I’m basically in the booth with him at this point, my face close to the glory hole so I can see his cock going in and out of this ass. I can tell he’s getting close by his wheezing, when suddenly he stiffens up and grunts a few times and I know. I know his load, his… sickness… is shooting into the ass on the other side of the wall. I feel like I should say something. I feel like I should have stopped it before it got this far. But I didn’t. I just watched it all happen while my cock betrayed me in my pants. And I kept watching as the old guy slowly pulled out of the ass with a wet plop. Yup. Definitely no condom on that. He zips up and pats my shoulder. ‘It’s worth it,’ he says. And he exits the booth, leaving me alone in there. I see a finger extend into the glory hole from the other side. The international symbol for ‘stick your dick through, i’m waiting’. At this point I’m basically beyond the point of no return, so I close the booth door and open my pants. I hear the appreciative “DAMN” from the other side of the wall an I know he’s eyeballing my cock through the hole. He sticks his finger through again and motions to me. And before I know it, i’m feeding my dick through the hole. It was all I could do not to cum when I felt his mouth around my dick. It had been so damn long! I let him suck me for awhile, then I felt him pull off. Felt him apply the lube to my dick. I knew this was my chance to pull back… to stop. But I … I didn’t. And then I felt him slowly push his ass back onto my dick. The warm, wet heat enveloped me and I almost cried it felt so good! But I also was so conflicted— I was in this ass raw. And even though I’m pretty sure the previous guy just left a toxic load in there, that wasn’t me. Or was it? All I know is that fucking ass without a condom felt so damn good. I’m so turned on that I know I won’t last much longer. This guy is slamming his ass back onto my dick and fucking himself with it and I’m just standing there pressed against the booth wall letting him. I felt the orgasm building in my balls. I knew I was close. I knew I could pull out and spray all over the booth floor. I knew all this… and I let him keep fucking onto me. I needed the release. I needed to fuck. And then… it happened. I was cumming in him. I was in a post orgasmic haze— barely remember pulling out and zipping up. After a minute or two I stumbled out of the booth just as the other guy was coming out of his. We looked at each other. The guy was in his mid 40’s. Handsome. Dressed in suit pants, white shirt, and a tie. And had a wedding ring on. He saw me see it, and he just shrugged and smiled. ‘Thanks for that!’ he says. After that monster, I’m done.’ And he turned and was out the exit.” Ken paused here in his story and I still jacked his cock. I don’t know what prompted me to push, but I did. “That must have been a shock. Seeing that you just put your dirty load into a guy with a wife and kids, huh? Especially for your first time raw fucking as a poz man. I bet you felt sick about it… and turned on, too.” Ken finally looked at me. “Yeah. At first I was angry. I was all “You stupid fucker! You know you shouldn’t fuck without a condom! You have a wife!” “But it was hot because he WAS married and he WAS careless. Which made it all the hotter. Plus he’d taken god knows how many other loads that day. At least 3. Breeding married men is aways the holy grail… right?” I said all while jacking Ken’s cock more quickly. Ken’s eyes were boring into me. “Fuck yes. Stupid married men, thinking with their dicks … and asses. It’s almost like they’re asking for it. Asking to be caught.” “Asking to be infected,” I whispered. “Getting what they deserve,” he says. “Which is what made it easier the next time, and the next time, and the next time…giving all those stupid fuckers your toxic seed. How many did you fuck and fill, Ken?” That’s when I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking him while I still jacked. “Oh jesus,” Ken moaned quietly and I felt his hand come to the back of my head. I finally had his monster cock in my mouth and I lovingly sucked it and worked the head with my tongue. “Shit, I’m gonna…” Ken managed and he struggled to pull away. But I just gripped his cock and kept my mouth planted right where it was. Spurt after spurt of bitter, salty cum filled my mouth, but I swallowed it greedily. I kept him in my mouth until his cock started to soften- the last dribbles of semen pearling onto my tongue. Ken’s hand was still resting on the back of my head. When I finally released him from my mouth, he said “You shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m really sick, man.” He looked away from me sheepishly. “Ken, you know that the risk of transmission orally is very small. Also, I’ve been wanting to do that for months.” I tell him. He looked at me, with a bit of sadness in his eyes. “I’m going to let you in on a secret,” I tell him as we look at each other. “I’m not a nice boy who volunteers at an AIDS hospice and secretly pines for a boyfriend and two dogs and a house in the burbs. No. I’m a naughty boy. Sometimes I have anonymous sex. I don’t always fuck with a condom. I let guys cum inside me. Sometimes even if I don’t know their status. And sometimes…” I see something flicker across his gaze. “Even when I DO know their status.” “I love taking those loads best of all.” And I winked at him. A couple weeks later, I was back at Ken’s bedside for our reading time. But tonight was going to be different. Tonight was the night. I was going to get his cock and load inside me— unless he had a sudden attack of conscience and wouldn’t let me. I had come prepared. I had cleaned out thoroughly, prelubed my hole, and had lube and poppers in my backpack. I was also wearing a pair of gym shorts that I had cut strategically in the back for access. I pulled out the erotic fiction from his nightstand and read a good story to get Ken in the mood. It worked like always and soon he was tenting up that bedsheet. I put down the magazine. “So, tonight I thought maybe we’d do something different,” say. I see him look at me quizzically. “I thought perhaps I’d tell you one of my stories instead? Something… naughty.” Ken licked his lips and nodded approval. “So, there’s this guy I was hot for. Older than me, but handsome. Blonde— like you. Blue eyes, too. We chatted for a long time before I finally got up the courage to make a move on him.” I reached over and grabbed his throbbing cock. “We did some minor stuff— just hand jobs and blow jobs mostly. Turns out the guy is fucking hung like a racehorse! Fucking jackpot! I seriously can’t get enough of his big dick,” I said while jacking him. Ken’s eyes look black as his pupils are complete dilated as he watches me. “I mean, I love sucking that big fucker,” I said as I bent down to suck on Ken’s cock for awhile. “But I need more, you know? I’m a slutty bottom that craves big cock. And if this awesome guy won’t give me his, then I’ll just go to a bookstore and take some random strangers through a glory hole— you know?” Ken’s breath is coming faster now as I continue to suck him a bit. “So one night, I make my move and try to get this guy to FINALLY put it in me already! Only that’s when he springs it on me. He’s HIV positive. He doesn’t like fucking with condoms and he doesn’t want to risk infecting me, so he doesn’t want to fuck me.” I look at Ken as I pause in my story. “So I started sucking his cock and I tell him that I don’t care. That I want him to fuck me bare. That I want to— no, NEED to feel him cum inside me. I tell him I’ve let other men fuck me bare and some of them have probably been poz too. Heck, I might even be infected now and I may not know it. I’m so slutty and careless it’s almost like I DESERVE to get it, you know? Just another stupid bottom thinking with his hole. And whether he fucks me or not, nothing is gonna change this.” I feel Ken’s cock twitch and jump in my hand as I say all this. I then casually reach into my back pack and get out the lube and poppers. Ken’s breath hitches in his chest. I open the lube and start slathering his massive member. Ken’s eyes don’t leave mine. “So, this guy finally relents. I lube him up, open my shorts, lube my hole a bit, then get on top of him,” i say as I climbing onto his bed and mimicking all the actions coming out of my mouth, “and take a massive hit of poppers because I know I’m gonna need them.” I hit the poppers hard. “And then I slowly— finally— lowered myself onto him,” I whispered. It was like being torn open. Even with the poppers, Ken’s cock was huge. Easily the biggest I’d ever taken in my life to that point. It was the thick part just past the head that was the trick. I had to pull off, relube him, hit more poppers and slowly inch my way through that thick part as my hole burned in protest. Then there was a ‘pop’ as that thick spot suddenly breached my hole, and it got easier. I slid all the way down. Ken hissed as I hilted myself onto his dick. His hands found my hips. “The guy’s cock was massive, but I’d wanted it for so long inside me that I took it like a champ. And then I started riding him slowly. I wanted him to feel every inch of my insides and know that I wanted him there.” I rode Ken slowly up and down, getting myself used to his dick. Occasionally I stopped for poppers. “This guy had told me stories about his past… how much ass he’d fucked. I just hope mine would live up to the others. And, truth be told, I loved the fact that his dick had been in so many guys and it was finally my turn.” “I know this guy said he was conflicted about fucking me, but his raging hardon said otherwise. He loved it. And I know that in his secret heart of hearts, that he loved breeding guys with his poz seed. He loved fucking bare and dumping his toxic DNA into as many asses as would take it. Breeding all these guys who would never ask for a condom. Never ask about status. Just take whatever load in their cumhungry cunts. I know he didn’t like to admit it to himself and he probably felt ashamed for doing it. And even more ashamed for being so goddamn turned on by the idea that he’s infected dozens, if not hundreds of guys by now.” “Yeaaaaaah,” Ken moaned quietly as I continued to ride him. “I told this guy that it was ok. I understood. We all had that biological urge to procreate, and this was our way. Making sure a little bit of us lived on in others. And I told him I was a willing vessel. In fact, I wanted him to cum in me. I wanted it to be HIS cum that infected me. I didn’t want to be like he was and not know where the virus came from. I wanted the moment to be memorable. I wanted to KNOW. And I wanted him to know that he was the one.” I was riding the full length of Ken at this point. I had opened up to where his cock was plunging into my second ring on each thrust and I was leaking precum into my gym shorts with every bounce on his cock. Ken was helping guide me as he grabbed my hips. “Do it Ken. Cum in me! Fill me! I want you to be the one! Please??? Be the one who knocks me up!” Ken’s eyes flicked open and he grabbed my hips hard as he thrust up into me. His cock was buried well up into my second ring when I felt the pulses. The throbs. The wet heat. Ken’s AIDS cum was shooting so deep into me that I knew it would take. And I filled my gym shorts with my own seed as I spontaneously came from the knowledge that I was taking a living part of Ken and continuing the line. Ken shuddered and we stayed welded together until his cock had softened enough to easily come out of my ass. As I pulled off of him I bent down and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Thank you,” I whispered. I got off the bed, grabbed a wash cloth and started to clean him off. There was a little blood on the rag after I washed off his dick. He saw it and his eyes got big and I could see him wondering if he had hurt me. “Dude, you have a massive cock- the biggest that’s ever been in me. I was expecting this. Maybe next time I’ll be a bit more loosened up.” And I smiled at him as I went to the wash room to clean myself up. Ken and I fucked a few more times, but it wasn’t long before his health took a turn and before I knew it, he was gone. At least I got to be by his side when he left this world; for that I’m grateful. And yes, I did get sick after our fuck sessions. Sure enough, I had caught the ‘fuck flu’. Testing confirmed it. Given the timing, I knew it was Ken’s doing. And I was grateful for that ,too. I kept volunteering at the hospice after that. I mean, it wasn’t like Ken was the only guy I spent time with during my visits, but Ken was the only one I had cultivated a fuck relationship with. Until Mark. One evening I was visiting Mark and as I was preparing to read to him he stopped me. “Um, I was wondering if you could maybe read this tonight instead,” he asked. He pulled out the magazine of erotic fiction that I had given Ken for our sessions, and he handed it to me. I smiled. “Uh, Ken said that you would read to him out of this and it was very, um… stimulating. I was hoping that maybe we could do the same?” Yes Mark. I was positive that we could do the same.

Becoming the King Chapter 2 of the Royal Poz Fuck Gang So, our next story in this sordid tale begins a long way from the smoke filled room of our first. It wasn’t my intention to start a group of men in the Northeast of the United States who loved to stealth and poz fuck neg holes until they were imprinted with our DNA - but this the very true story of how I got notoriety in New England to become King of the Poz Fuck Gang. I don’t think anyone who was working can forget when the period experts dubbed the “Great Recession” began after the 9/11 attacks. I had left my service in the military simply because I am not someone who can take orders from others. I like to dominate aggressively socially and sexually. Many would call me lucky that it came off so naturally that I wasn’t court martialed and got an Honorable Discharge when I informed them I was leaving 3 years ahead of my 6 year submarine contract to the Navy. So I found myself in Providence, RI in a time where there are literally more businesses foreclosed and ‘for lease’ compared to how many were actually open for business. In a state that was known for having 86% of a single town called Central Falls depending on food stamps and unemployment at the time, how was I to make money? A roommate suggested becoming an escort and I laughed thinking it ridiculous and even if I was a lean 5’11” black man with a 8.5-9 inch uncut thick dick - how was I to stand out and attract attention in such lean times? Well, it turned out that my practicality, thoughtfulness, and reasonably priced services - the majority of which were non-sexual - is exactly what made me stand apart. The story of how I wound up pozzed after I left the military is a huge and (I assure you) incredibly fucking hot story in itself but I wanted to say after my uncertainty of what to do being knocked up with such a strong strain of Poz jizz, what to do with myself. I had decided I would be knocking up guys who paid for it, but whether or not they knew my status was another matter. Knowing the risk of an escort breeding you who fucked all time (at least hypothetically) should be enough to make anyone who really cared not take the risk. Straight out of the gate, my new profile as an escort caught one fucking hot fish. Older gentleman, mid 40’s - early 50’s, and Captain of a Fire Department. I couldn’t believe my luck at all. He was muscled and in amazingly great shape. The picture of his ass combined with the description of his submissive sexual personality during raw sex was like pure Cat Nip for me. Something about older white men who loved being submissive bottoms, not the highly-reactive, throwing their ass back types (though there’s nothing wrong with that kind of bottom) - something about them I cannot resist though. I told him as much and even said if he wanted a regular fucking and breeding I’d cut him a lower rate so it can be every single week until his husband came back from school. Oh! I never mentioned he was already in a relationship? Yeah, turns out long-distance and gay men doesn’t mix well for a monogamous relationship. Like you didn’t see that coming? He only wanted hung black total top dick for his little hungry white boy cunt hole and I was more than happy to deliver since he was neg and spoiling to get impregnated. We set the date, time, and roleplay scenario. I’d make it an arrangement he would never forget. His house was in the woods, I remember it being a hilarious point he felt the need to make that even though it was a bit removed - I did not need to worry he was a serial killer or something like you read about in the paper about guys who meet someone from Craigslist, only typo discover they were some deranged type bent on punishing someone giving into their carnal nature. I just laughed and said he’d find out like a few other guys how much more crazy a black guy could be, so I wasn’t worried. Pulling into his driveway I saw a lovely house that I could tell would be even more impressive on the inside - his text said the left sliding glass door was open to a guest bedroom where he would be on his knees ass perfectly spread apart and bent over waiting for me to lube up with the Gun Oil and slip into him while he sniffed poppers. Sure enough he was as amazingly sexy as his pictures. It turns me on that much more when a hot guy pays for sex, and just because he knows what he wants and it has to be a specific quality - so much so that it makes paying for it worth it. Do you want to have awful sex for free? Or pay for what you know will be good even if you’re hot or not? He knew the right answer and for that I was going to plunge that hole full of BBC and cum for as long as he could handle it. As I closed the sliding glass door and locked it - I could hear him sniff some poppers as he arched his back more-so to what would probably feel like the ideal position for entry to him. I love bottoms on poppers. They don’t just want to get fucked by raw cock, they NEED it and crave it to a degree they give up their holes so well I can see why truly dominate men can’t help but refer to it as a pussy. This was no exception. As I saddled up next to him and dropped my sweat pants to the floor, he turned with a bandanna covering his eyes and sucked my dick. Feeling it was already massively hard (thanks to some viagra for bottoms who can really take a beating) he instantly started deep throating. I think he might have got it all the way down twice…maybe three times before he knew his throat had taken all it could handle and he went back to facing the bed and spreading his legs while resting on his knees for the fuck that would change his everything. I got on my knees poised just behind him, my uncut 9 inch dick so rock hard it throbbed a bit and I could see each vein sticking out like someone had ran a highlighter over it to be more noticeable - I carefully pushed that wide head into his receptive boy cunt. Being years younger did not stop me from feeling very much the daddy in the sexual dynamic with older white men. I loved when they would be my “boy” and just take my dick the way I instructed. Some need a certain position or want their input to matter - and those aren’t the ones that I go for. The ones that obey without question or hesitation and can instantly comply I delight in fucking for as long as their little holes can take it. Especially if they can be loose and open - tight guys never did it for me. Big dicks feel like every hole is a tight one, so only loose ones feel good. AND BOY DID HE FEEL GOOD! It was not even five minutes into entering him I was getting into the ‘slap,’ ‘slap,’ ‘slap,’ rhythm of my hips hitting his cheeks, my cock ramming balls deep, and my balls plowing greedily against that bare skin while getting closer to unloading - and I knew I’d breed this white hole until I knocked it up. I was not medicated and never will be until I am falling apart at the seams. “My God,” He whispered breathlessly, “Oh. MY! GOD!” The scream was so genuine and indicitative of his hot time after 40 minutes into it I blasted a huge wad of jizz right up his submissive white cunt but stayed rock hard. “Think you can take me plowing that sweet ass til I cum a second time?” I asked him knowing he had to feel the large pulsating jets of cum I launched one after another into him. He whimpered with each “smack, smack, smack,” that was deliver against his bareback skin. “Daddy,” he sobbed softly - almost desperately, “please fuck me again soon but I can’t take more now. Oh fuck!” I was probably going to need to have someone over who wanted to lie down on their face, ass open, and just take me fucking and breeding them for a few hours to get this hard on under control if he couldn’t take a few more loads from me. “It’s alright sexy,” I said soothingly as my cock coated in a sheath of my own cum slid in and out of him pulling on his ass when I withdrew it. “Fuck this will be so hot having you breed me until my husband gets back. I just don’t want anyone to know I was being unfaithful. He’s a good fuck but I am just such a slut for BBC if he’s not around I’m going to need it from someone else,” he confessed. “No complaints here,” I assured him with an inner smile. Cheaters deserved getting their little holes knocked up. I doubted it would take more than one or two tries to get him pozzed. I wondered if he’d get the fuck flu or just find out. Turns out it was only the one time to impregnate his little white cumdump hole. He paid for another raw fuck, but he got sick just a few days prior and suddenly said to me he could not meet up anymore. “Why can’t you meet up for draining my dick with that sweet ass made for BBC?” I asked innocently. “I’m sick Daddy…maybe when I’m not I can see you again.” he offered as his only response, but he and I both knew - there’s no cure to this cold so I would not be seeing him again and his husband was in for a surprise. I wondered to myself with some amusement - if he would stealth his bf when he got back from college or if he’d tell him and because he’s horny like most of us black guys he’d fuck his poz hole without a care in the world.

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I was looking on Doublelist yesterday afternoon. I of course look through the gay4gay and str84gay listings. But, I also like to look through the guys4women listings. I'll occasionally even send those guys a message stating that if they don't find a female, I'd love to suck them off. Believe it or not, occasionally I'll get a reply from those guys. And a few times I've even ended up meeting and sucking off the str8 guy. So, even though the chances are rare that it will go somewhere, it's always worth a try. In the guys4women listing I found a post from a str8 trucker. He said he was just pulling into town and would be spending the night in his truck at a truck stop on the south end of the valley. Not too far from where I live. I sent the guy a message saying I know he was looking for female, but that I knew most of the women on Doublelist in Vegas are "working girls". I told him if he didn't find a female and still needed a mouth to get him off, I'd be happy to get him off with my mouth. I attached a couple of pics of me sucking some dick and one of me eating some ass and sent the email off to him. About 45 minutes went by and I hadn't heard anything from him. I'd actually kind of forgotten about him when I got an email. I read it and it was from the trucker. He said he was at the truck stop and that just as I'd said, all the women that had contacted him were wanting money. He said he had a weeks load and just needed a mouth to get him off. He said he has had a few guys blow him in the past. He said as long as his sleeper was dark, he was ok with a guy getting him off if he sucked good. I told him that I was good at it and a dark sleeper cabin was fine with me. He told me how to find his rig and I told him that I'd be there in 30 minutes. He told me to knock. Wait a few seconds so he could get his cock out and turn off the light, then come up into the cab and find him in the sleeper, behind the curtains. I did just as he told me. I drove to the truckstop. I found his rig. I parked where he told me to park and I walked back to his rig. I knocked on his cab door and waited for a few seconds. Then I climbed up into his rig, closed and locked his door and opened the curtain to climb back into the sleeper. As I had the curtains split briefly to enter the sleeper I could see him sitting on the edge of the bed. He was a really hot, masculine, muscular guy in his early 50's. His chest was covered in thick, black hair. His hair was salt & pepper. He wore it long and looked a bit straggly. He looked like he had a couple of days growth of whiskers covering his chin and cheeks. He was sitting there naked and a long, thick cock was hanging limp between his legs. I closed the drapes behind me. I quickly removed my shirt and short pants, including my underwear. I grabbed my poppers from my shorts pocket as I dropped to my knees between his legs. I leaned in and took his thick, limp cock between my lips. I sucked for a bit, then lowered to his balls and licked his balls. I stroked his cock a bit as I licked his balls. Then went back to sucking on his cock. His cock was slowly swelling as I worshipped his cock. Within minutes he was rock hard and let out a soft moan as I sucked him. After about 5 minutes of sucking him, I could hear his breathing quicken. He pushed my head off his cock. "I don't want to cum yet", he said as he pushed me away. I lifted his legs and licked his balls again. I licked underneath his balls. Then pushed his legs further back and licked his hairy asshole. He let out a load groan. "Oh, fuck! Jesus! FUCK! I've never had my ass licked. Damn! Fuck! That's amazing." I continue to lick his hole as he squirms and moans. I spread his asscheeks and lick up inside his hole. He's going wild. Finally I let his legs down and my mouth dives back on his now dripping cock. After another few moments he pushes my head away again. "Fuck! I don't want to cum." I again repeat the rimming of his hairy ass. "Do you want to fuck me?" I ask? "Nahhh......... I don't fuck guys. I've never fucked a dude. But shit, dude. You've got me horny as hell. I go back to sucking him and after a few minutes he pushes me off again. "Fuck me, dude. You can control your orgasm better if you're fucking me. You can edge yourself as long as you want in my ass. You'll love my ass." I tell him as I climb up from the floor. Without waiting for his answer, I climb onto the mattress and put my ass up, kneeling on the edge of the mattress. Also without saying anything, he climbs off the mattress and stands behind me. I spit a few times onto my fingers and lube up my ass with my own saliva. I get my hole nice and slick for him and then I take a couple of deep drags on my poppers. I feel him put his swollen cockhead up to my hole. Soon he's pressing up into me. I continue to sniff my poppers as my hole opens up and his cock slides all the way up into me. I feel him place his hands around my waist and he begins to slide in and out of me. Soon he's ramming into me. His body slapping into me as he thrusts. He grunts as his thrust become harder, deeper and more brutal. He's fucking like a crazy man. From his grunts, I could tell he was getting close. Then he pulls me back onto his cock as he holds it deep inside me. I can feel his cock throb as I feel him unloading his swollen balls into my ass. As he squirts rope after rope of cum into me, my ass is milking his cock. He shudders a bit, then pulls his cock out of me. "Fuck, dude! I can't believe you got me to do that. Fuck! That was intense!" I laughed as he dropped onto the small bench that was to the side of the sleeper. He was catching his breath as I climbed off the bed and began to dress. He was still trying to catch his breath. I had finished putting my shorts and shirt on, and was slipping on my flip flops when I said, "Thanks! Let me know when you're passing through Vegas the next time. My holes will always be yours if you want them." I climbed through the curtains and opened the cab door. I climbed down from the cab and walked back to my car, happy to know I had a hot load of trucker cum deep inside my guts.

I love this toy, the large one, you can wear it for quite bit and it will stretch out your ass a lot

Let your alpha shave you. A lot of us doms like to do that

Part Two “I don’t feel like doing all the work so I’m gonna let you beg for the mere opportunity to serve me.” I gaped at him briefly, then sheepishly, almost embarrassed, I slid off the couch and crawled across the filthy floor to his feet. I bowed my head low between his spread legs, eyes cast down but spine straight with core engaged, hoping he would interpret this body language as submissive yet proud. “Please sir. Please allow me to worship you however it pleases you. Please. I beg you for the opportunity to be used as your personal slave, servant, holes, whatever, however…just please allow me to…please, sir, please use this pathetic faggot in any way you like, you are the reason I exist, sir.” He sat there for a moment, absorbing my desperate declaration of servitude. I couldn’t see his face but out of my peripheral I could tell his cock definitely twitched a few times. He laughs, a deep belly laugh that slowly makes its way up to a smug chuckle. “Well fuck me running. I just got myself my very own faggot. Kinda feels like winning the lottery except .... He chuckles again to himself as he leans forward so his mass is towering over me, my head still bowed low between his legs at his feet, marveling at the amount of shards in his carpet...because...meth. He sparks his torch and takes a long luxurious rip off his bong, my kunt twitches. He exhales a massive cloud that seems to envelop me completely. I close my eyes. SMACK “Pay attention faggot, always. You live to serve men right? Well you live to serve me now and my servants are always on point, if you’re good enough I may even really get you on point. But first things first. Let’s see how well you do with this.” He leans back in his massive club chair, more masculine than ever before, slouches and spreads his legs so his fucking gym shorts ride up freeing a beautiful 6” half-mast cut cock and two huge, shaved, low hanging balls from the leg of the shorts. The world around me, and my place in it cease to exist; only this man and his manhood remain. I rapidly experience the perfect Pavlovian response: eyes dilate, mouth salivates, adrenaline pumps, attention focuses laser-like on his crotch and before I can even realize it’s going to happen, I whimper.... A pathetic, hungry little bitch kind of whimper that I’m betting he’s never heard any woman make when he whips it out. Quietly, almost under his breath, “Fuck. Yes. Faggot...this is,” he says, pulling the crotch of his shorts more to the side, showcasing his swelling cock and balls with his big knuckled hands, “your destiny. I need you to...no, you WILL worship me because that’s what you do. Prove yourself, cock sucker and take both my cock and balls down your throat without crushing my balls or cheese grating my cock. I don’t care if you can breath or not, prove your skill and worthiness.” I whimper again and move up towards his cock, opening my mouth almost drooling on his chair. “Hold up,” his massive palm squarely grips my entire face, “smoke this first.” He hands the freshly packed bong down me and I sit up on my haunches. Surprisingly, he puts the bong to my mouth and lights it for me. “Suck this bong like your gonna suck the last dick of your life.” I inhale slowly and deeply. He keeps the heat on the bowl and I don’t want to be rude and let his shit burn so I keep sucking, faster now until my lungs are maxed and burning….my head spins, heart pounds, my cock strains out copious precum. He hands me the bong as I finish my rip and as I start to exhale, before I can even flinch, he jams four of his fingers into my mouth, two from the left on bottom and two from the right on top. I look up at him confused until I feel him applying pressure. “I bet I won’t have to stretch your face as much I do with my other bitches but I always warm up the kunt I’m about to fuck, get it nice and wide and wet so it can take all of me without trouble.” Then, not gently, he pulls my jaws in opposite directions, stretching my mouth open past its natural limit. He uses his remaining fingers to massage my tongue and tease my throat making me salivate even more. He spits directly down my throat. My eyes water. After a few delicious minutes of this, he pulls his fingers out of my panting gape, wipes them in my hair, takes the bong back and growls one simple command, “Worship.” #wip I’m as crazed, pathetic, high, lost, found, and dickmatized as I’ve ever been (and I know it) so I relish the moment as long as I am able. Leaning down, putting my face into his beautiful cock and massive balls, I inhale deeply. It’s better than poppers. Another whimper. Then I lick the underside of his balls, first one, than the other, teasing his flesh as I work around to the front. He moans out a guttural “fuuuuck.” Encouraged, I greedily suck his entire sack into my mouth trying to swallow them whole. My tongue works the base of his cock and his taint while I suck all the sweat/man smell I can get, lewdly slobbering everywhere, being who and what I am. In a natural pause, “take another rip faggot,” putting the freshly loaded bong to my mouth. Another brutally long and deep inhale. Finally he pulls the bong away and puts his massive hand over my mouth and nose, sets the bong down with his other hand and then grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to his cock, now fully 8.5” hard. “I don’t want to see any smoke until my pubes are up your nose.” Again, I involuntarily whimper. The huge rush has my esophagus opened wide ready to gulp oxygen and feed my amped up system. He has other plans. Hands on the back of my head he guides my mouth on to his cock. In one fail swoop I slurp his delicious veiny-smooth dick of death right down my throat, blasting what smoke was left in my lungs out of my nose into his pubes as ordered. My reward was him groaning and grabbing the back of my head with both hands, I inhale as much as I can preparing for whats coming. Throat relaxed, his hands grip tighter as he starts to fuck my face kunt like a teenager in heat. “Ho. Ly. Fuck” he said between thrusts. “I guess I’ve never had the pleasure of a real cock sucker before. And you’re not even fighting back! Fuck!” I seize the moment to maneuver one, then both balls into my mouth with my tongue. I was in heaven, face kunt completely full, owned by a fat cock and balls, molding my mouth kunt to his liking. “Fuck you faggot!” He groans and just looses his shit pounding his new kunt. Knowing one wrong move could cause either of us unpleasant injury, I do my best to relax and breath when I can. The pounding continues and I lose track of time, sort of how one does on a long train ride, hypnotized by the rhythm of the tracks. Except this was an extremely cloudy and aggressive ride, precisely the kind of ride I was born for. My neck is aching, I am sweating, and my jaw is getting sore. But these are all normal for a passionate cock sucker and trivial compared to the multiple “fag-gasms” my face kunt experiences thanks to his glorious cock. I can feel him getting harder, straining against the curve of my throat. Still in his two handed strong hold, he yanks my head backwards, mid fuck. I am immediately crestfallen and fearful I’ve hurt him some how. He laughs when he sees this written all over my slimy red face. “Don’t worry faggot, you’ll get a whole lot more of this cock, you didn’t have anywhere to be right?” Not that he was really asking me but I reaffirm my submission by panting a response. “Faggot is exactly where it needs to be, sir.” ## Part 2 He hands me his bong and a sack of rocks, “Pack that bowl and don’t stop sucking clouds till I say so.” As I numbly fumble with the obscenely full baggie, he gets up and dead bolts the front door. He turns around as I spark the bowl and his shorts fall to the ground. My eyes inhale his full glory as my lungs fill with smoke. He‘s one of those who look better naked: bigger, proportionate, powerful, manly. Somewhere in my brain I know this perception is altered because I’m on my knees and high as fuck, the faggot vying for full control, pathetically shivering with a need to serve, to be used unyieldingly. I’ve consciously surrendered my will and body to him, I'm hoping the drugs will hasten my subconscious in the same direction. The faggot cuts off my analytical thinking and I'm praying like a whore in church that he extracts every twisted ounce of pleasure his superior man psyche desires. My cock is twitching with the pangs of my faggoty needs... and I crack. Though I know I shouldn't speak the words come tumbling out. "Please sir, please.... fffucking faggot...chemed up whore kunt....begs you, begging-need to be used-to serve-just please, fuck, fucking, fuck use your faggots holes...anything I’ll do anything-for you-hard....without restraint...(I’m now in a full grovel at his feet, arms stretching forward toward him, knees spread wide with my back arching my kunt up, jerking with hunger).., I'll take-eat-suck anything you allow me to have, please, fuck, fucking break your filthy faggot....*whimper* make me yours I beg..." SMACK "SHUT THE FUCK UP. I DONT NEED TO HEAR YOUR VOICE EVER AGAIN UNLESS I ASK FOR IT! You got that, faggot?" I shoot precum when he says this. I look up into his eyes with a mixture of premature devotion, submission, and pleading then bend all the way down and kiss his feet. "Damn fucking straight. You really are a pathetic excuse for a man, fuck you AREN'T a man. You're just a tool in a man's body for Men to use....oh shit. Now I see...understand what you are and where you fit...” he laughs to himself, shrugs and with a sadistic smile continues, “...and I give zero fucks about you, what you want, or that you're even a human. Fuck, you're less than human. You're just faggot. Holes." A thought flashes across his face and I swear his cock jumps. "Fuck, why not, might as well make it real clear." He gets up and disappears into the kitchen for a minute. I dare not move, still face down ass up on the floor, whimpering. Then his feet suddenly in front of me, "Look at me, faggot." As ordered I look up and he grabs my face with his massive fucking hands pulling it just so. "I always like to label what's mine,” he says, leaning in gesturing with the fat marker he grabbed from the kitchen around my face. I respond by involuntarily oozing more precum onto his carpet. He flips the cap off with his thumb and makes the first strokes. “Especially around tweakers, that way if they fuck with my shit there’s no excuses.” With that he uses the industrial strength marker and writes across my face, from ear to ear, in big, thick, heavy letters, F A G. Smirking, he spits in my faces back hands me, yells for me to turn around and present him my checks which I enthusiastically do and he writes some more across my two cheeks. Whatever marker he is using is serious shit because the smell is worse than any popper I've had and my skin is burning. It hurts so good. He finishes marking his property and then two commands, "Bong. Cock." My eyes snap to his massive glass dick, and then his massive cock as I hand the bong up to him and gulp all of my reason for living down my throat in one go. He moans in to the bong as he melts the freshly added crystals and sucks a long and slow milky rip, expertly nursing the bong. "Look at me fag, suck in through you nose." Even with his cock buried 8" down my throat I can still breath around it when I relax. He exhales a mesmerizing, undulating cloud down his fuzzy chest, ripped abs, treasure trail, right into my face. I see my future in that cloud. As it slowly oozes towards me I feel the last vestiges of resistance start to fade. I no longer see myself as a semi-professional man functioning in society….I see a faggot, born to worship and be of service to men, at the mercy of their whims, only fulfilled when owned and being used for their pleasure. I deeply breath in his cloud, it gives me life and renewed purpose. Submitting, surrendering, relaxing, the remaining inch of so of his cock slides in my throat and I bury my nose in his fragrant pubes. I have one loud resonating thought….”home.” His cock pulses to a new level of hardness, my relaxed face kunt gladly bending to its will. He must see or sense my surrender. He leans down, blowing another massive fucking cloud into my face. “Are you my faggot, faggot?” he asks genuinely. I look up, sheer pathetic pleading and gratitude smeared all over my face and nod and whimper. He sneers, flexes his cock, and sparks the torch for another rip. “That was whole lot easier than I thought it was going to be.” This comment barely registers in my brain as his freshcloud, his will envelopes me more thoroughly than before. Then, surprisingly, he grabs my head pulling his cock a few inches out and pushes a bottle of poppers hard against my nostril while expertly closing the other. The thought registers for a micro second that this is not the first time he’s done this...and the next millisecond I’m instinctively, purposefully huffing the bottle numerous times. “Damn! I guess you like these then, huh faggot? They’re like a faggot superfood....now show me how just how desperate you are to be my property and suck that cock like it owns you...” The poppers are good. “Oh shit, really good!” I think. My world is buzzing and spinning almost too intensely for a moment and I sit back on my haunches and take a few, crazy eyed lungfuls of air. He must understand what is going on because he doesn’t reprimand me for taking his cock out of my mouth. Rolling his eyes, he hands me the bong already filled with smoke. I hungrily suck it down while melting another fat rip, filling my lungs to their max and holding it. I hand him back the bong, grab the poppers and take two quick whiffs, my eyes focused intensely on his fat, veined up, swollen headed, dripping 8.5”. In one fluid motion as the popper rush comes on, I lean in and lewdly slurp his cock down my open and eager throat, briefly glancing up at him for his approval. He flashes that sneer I’ve already started to crave. Dismissively, his eyes close and head falls back, his hands firmly grip his new face kunt as I suck his balls into my mouth, my nose bottoming out in his pubes. He starts to fuck. I cease to exist as I know myself. My awareness of the world around me fades and I am no longer an autonomous individual...the cock filling my throat, stretching, digging out it’s new property is my everything. A deep visceral sigh/moan washes over me as I completely surrender to the drugs, the faggot, his cock, him...him and his needs are my entire universe...his penultimate hole for use, unyielding.

You can see how I have gotten more confident and cocky becoming a breeding machine

Apologies to anyone who has worked in the adult film industry for the inaccuracies that are in this and the last chapter. Just treat this one as humor, I guess. I have no experience in making porn, but thought it might be an interesting scenario. Remember, this _is_ fiction! ———— Part 94 - Action! Ric walked in the door and his dad was laying on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position. “Where have you been?” Frank asked, obviously pissed off. “I took a walk and got lost. I ended up in the wrong hotel. Sorry” Ric replied. “I tried calling but it just went to voicemail” Frank said. “Yeah, the battery died” Ric answered. “I was worried, Ric. I don’t want anything to happen to you and your mom would kill me if something did” Frank said in a fatherly tone. “I’m ok. I can handle myself” Ric answered as he dug out his toiletry kit and went into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and cleaned up before coming out and taking his clothes off. He grabbed a pair of boxers and put them on and then laid out on the other bed, plugging in his regular phone and then surfing a bit. The rest of the evening was quiet and neither said much until they went to sleep. The next day, Ric and his dad did some more exploring around campus and joined a presentation in a small auditorium. It was most of the people from the previous day and about a dozen new people. The guides from the previous day were there as well as some of the faculty. They got a lot of useful information, but Ric thought the day was just dragging. He could hardly wait for the evening, but still needed to come up with an excuse to disappear for a few hours. In the end he figured he would use the same excuse as he did the day before. Frank wasn’t happy, but suspected that his son was meeting an escorting client. At least it would give him some time to find another hookup to fuck. Ric showered and cleaned out before he walked over to the other hotel. He kept looking behind to see if his dad was following him. He took the elevator up to the seventh floor, knocked on the door and someone opened it a few inches. “Hi, my name is Austin. I’m here for the video” Ric said. The door opened and a burly guy covered in hair wearing just a pair of baggy shorts and sneakers let him in. “Mmm, aren’t you yummy” the guy said. Ric looked around the room and one guy was working with some camera equipment, another was dealing with some lights and reflectors and Ari was sitting at the table with a lot of papers in front of him. He saw a doorway open to the room next door and assumed that would be where the video would get done. “Austin, right on time. That’s good. Come here, we need to take care of the legal stuff” Ari said. Ric slid behind the two guys and sat down in the chair across from Ari. They went over the documents, one was the disclosure that he asked for from the other actor, another was a non-disclosure, and on and on. Ric thought he understood most of it and Ari seemed a little annoyed that he was actually reading the contracts. Ari explained a few things about the shoot, what he should do and not do and finally Ari said “OK, it’s time you met our star.” The two got up and Ric followed Ari into the next room. Laying back on the bed with his eyes closed was a blond twink that Ric remembered from some porn he had watched over and over. This guy was even cuter in person than on his phone or tablet. He was several inches shorter than Ric, blond, and thin but not skinny. His bubble butt was shaved and his six inch uncut cock was perfectly proportioned. His pubes were trimmed as was his pit hair. The only hair on the rest of his body was on his head. It was medium length on top and faded down to nothing over his ears. It looked stylish but Ric wondered if there would be enough for him to grab when he wanted to get rough. “Austin, this is our star Rawson” Ari said. Ric put his hand out but just got a nod back. “Prima donna” was the first thing that popped into his mind. “You tag many guys yet? I’m getting sick of taking these poz loads and nothing happening” Rawson said. “Not sure how many, a lot of guys I just breed and never hear from again. At least a dozen that I know of, though” Ric said. “Cool, I hope this one does it. I guess you’ll find out when the vid comes out. If you’re in it, you did it. If scene 4 is some other dude, then you failed” Rawson said unemotionally. “So Austin, I’d like you to pick out the costume that we’ll start out with” Ari said as he led Ric to the bathroom. There were four masks laid out on the counter - a gold sparkly Mardi Gras mask, a blue Mexican wrestling mask, a ski mask and a leather hood with openings for his mouth, nose and eyes. Ric frowned. This was what he was afraid of. The second one looked the best, by far. He looked on the other side and there were a couple pairs spandex shorts - one more brief like and the other going down past his knees. There were a couple jockstraps, two different tank tops and some baggy shorts. “Lets go with a Luchador theme. Blue mask and the long blue shorts. Let’s change the name on the credits to be some fake wrestler name like ‘The Blue... Viper’” Ric said. He took off his clothes and changed into the tight shorts. They showed his sizable bulge and Ari thought it would look really good when he was fully hard. After trying on the mask, he looked at himself in the mirror and thought it looked good but it felt uncomfortable since it covered his whole face. He took it off and figured he would only have it on while they were shooting and the fucking would distract him. Everyone got ushered out of the second hotel room while Rawson finished getting ready. Ari told Ric the storyline was based on his costume pick and that he was a wrestler coming back to the hotel room after a match and him fucking a fan. Ric chuckled to himself thinking that it was pretty good as far as porn plot lines go. “Remember, though. Rawson is the star. Most of the attention will be on him and you do what he wants. As far as I’m concerned, a hot video is the number one priority. Rawson is more concerned about you infecting him, so we have to strike a balance” Ari said. “Uh, a wrestler is gonna have a lot of testosterone running through him after a match. How rough should I be?” Ric asked, obviously thinking about this more than Ari expected. “Get aggressive, but don’t hurt him” Ari replied. They got in position and shot a couple takes of Ric coming into the room and pushing the ‘fan’ to the bed. After a few tries Ric tried grabbing Rawson and forcing him to his knees and pushing his face to his hard cock. “Hmm, that looks better. I like it” Ari said. They did another take and by this time there was a large wet spot soaking through from Ric’s very stiff, visible cock. Rawson started gnawing on Ric’s cock and Ric let him go for a minute before picking him up by the arms and throwing him on the bed. Ric pulled his shorts off and threw them on the bed and reached over and yanked Rawson’s shorts off. He jumped on the bed, pinning the star and slapping the bed with his hand. Ric laid there for a moment before he straddled him and began to face fuck Rawson’s mouth. Ric thought that this was going easier than he thought. He tried to remember some of the stuff that had happened in Rawson’s videos that he had watched, but then decided to do more of what felt right and what he wanted to do to this bug chasing twink. Ric rolled over, sitting against the headboard and pulled Rawson with him, never letting his cock out of his mouth. Immediately, he was pounding Rawson’s mouth and the guy seemed to be into it. He shoved in deep, holding his head down and feeling Rawson struggle. Releasing him, Rawson gasped for breath and looked up at Ric with a smile. Ric gave the back of Rawson’s head a light slap and the twink quickly dove back on his cock. The face fucking went on for several more minutes and then Ric pulled out, easily tossing Rawson on his back and pulling him to the edge of the bed. The bottom’s mouth opened wide and Ric plowed in. The new position made it easier for Ric to pummel Rawson’s throat, first getting it sore from the abuse and then coating it with Ric’s toxic precum. It was obvious to Ric that Rawson was an expert cocksucker and he was used to many types of cock from thin to thick. Ric went back to fucking Rawson’s throat and after a few more minutes heard “CUT!” Ric pulled out and sat back on the other bed, pulling the mask off. “Fuck dude!” Rawson yelled out. Ric looked back and asked “Too rough?” “Fuck no. That’s just how I like it. I just didn’t expect that from you. You seemed to be too nice earlier” Rawson said. Ari and the two camera men were talking and Ari asked “Can we do another take, maybe with you guys in a sixty-nine?” “Uh, there’s no mouth hole on the mask so I can’t suck him. Maybe I can finger his ass instead” Ric replied. “Yeah, whatever” came the reply. They started up again and Ric realized he couldn’t even lick his finger. He chuckled to himself and pushed his finger in dry. He pushed in and felt some lube inside. Rawson relaxed his sphincter and Ric pushed all the way in. He jabbed his finger in and out, twisting it around and feeling Rawson’s well used hole open up easily. Each time his fingernail would catch, Rawson would squirm. He didn’t want to get him bleeding too much, otherwise the video wouldn’t be usable. After several minutes of this position, there was another break. “Enough foreplay, let’s get to the fucking. I liked how you tossed him around earlier, so do that to get him in position. Be sure to go in slow the first few times and give the cameras room to show the penetration” Ari said. They did several sequences of Ric tossing Rawson around and then plowing into Rawson’s hole. Ric noticed that one cameraman was making sure that the biohazard tattoo was always visible as he shot, even bending him back at one point. Ric was happy he popped a dick pill before the shoot since the constant stopping and starting would have messed things up, otherwise. He really wished he had talked to Joe about some wrestling moves he could use, but it was too late to “phone a friend.” Finally, they reset and the real fuck scenes could begin. Doggy style off the side of the bed, doggy style on the bed, pushed flat on the bed piledriving and both kneeling upright with Rawson’s back against Ric’s chest. They did them all and Ric kept up the intensity, only occasionally slowing down for a few moments. Ric started to get close and he wanted to look Rawson in the eye when he pumped his first load in. He pushed the bottom off, grabbed his legs and flipped him on his back. Pushing Rawson’s legs back and apart as he got closer, he teased the hole with his rigid cock and then plowed in to the base. He would have liked to have seen it, but there was a camera in the way zoomed in on his disappearing cock. Rawson gave a few squeezes of his hole and Ric drilled in hard. He started to grunt, the only vocalizations he allowed himself while the cameras were running, and heard Rawson start to do the same. He locked eyes with his prey and pulled all the way out, waiting for the first shot of cum. As soon as the first volley covered Rawson’s hole, he shoved in deep, past the inner ring he had been abusing since they started fucking. He growled as the rest of the spurts of toxic cum shot inside Rawson’s gut. Rawson’s eyes rolled back as he yelled “oh fuck” several times, feeling Ric’s cock pulse inside him and hoping this breeding would end his chase. Ric slowly pulled out and the cameras moved in, one covering Ric’s cum covered cock and the other Rawson’s gaping hole. Only a little bit of cum dripped out, Ric having pumped the rest deep inside. “Damn, that was good” Rawson said as Ric sat down on the other bed, dripping sweat and pulling off the mask. Ric smiled and looked around at the crew hoping that they thought so too. “How many more do you need?” Ric asked. Ari answered first “We can go as long as Rawson and you can last.” “Give me 10 and I can go again. Everyone took a quick break and then got ready for the second round. They tried a few new positions, one with Rawson against the wall getting plowed and another of him hanging off Ric, his legs and arms wrapped around and Ric’s cock driving in and out. Finally he was bent over the bed and Ric really hammered his hole. This time the orgasm came faster than Ric anticipated and he couldn’t show the cum shoot outside before he shoved in and bred Rawson inside. He hoped that no one would be too disappointed as he stood there, recovering. When he went to back away, he found a cameraman between his legs and stumbled. “Fuck, that was so hot. You could watch his balls contract and the cock throb as he bred him” the cameraman said. Ric sat down again on the other bed, breathing heavily. “Sorry, I couldn’t pull out in time” he said. “Don’t worry, we got the first one and if Sammy liked the shot he got, then we’re good” Ari replied. After a pause, he added “Unless you can go again… Anything we get from now on is extra stuff we can edit in if we need it.” Ric looked at Rawson, waiting for him to reply. Hearing nothing he said “I got an idea, but you might not be able to use it. It’s more for Rawson’s goal than anything.” Rawson gave a big grin and nodded. Ric got up and moved over to the other bed and pulled Rawson to the middle, on his knees. One of the cameramen grabbed his comera and moved closer. Ric slapped Rawson’s ass and then pulled the cheeks apart. He easily sunk two fingers in and was playing in the cum filled chute. He added a third finger and fucked them in and out before his arm started twisting. He curled his fingers and dug them in, hearing Rawson’s moans get more strident as the pain got more intense. Ric reached up with his other hand and started twisting Rawson’s nips. Each time Ric would feel him try and clamp down on his fingers. After several minutes of abuse, Ric pulled his fingers out, took a look at them before he fed them to Rawson who was now whimpering. As his fingers got sucked clean of cum and traces of blood, Ric rammed his cock back in Rawson’s hole. He pounded for a few minutes and pulled out. Ric fingered the hole roughly for a minute and then pulled them out and rammed back in again. He leaned over Rawson’s back and whispered in his ear “Want another load?” Rawson began to beg loudly “Oh god, please fuckin’ breed me. Fuck my hole and give me all of your cum! I need it bad.” Ric rolled his hips and humped Rawson once again. Ric grunted a few expletives in Spanish and called him a pig, hoping that a deeper voice and using Spanish would obscure his identity. Rawson collapsed on the bed and Ric pounded him with as much energy as he had left. With one hard thrust, he began pumping one last load of charged cum into Rawson’s tortured hole. They laid there for a moment before Ric climbed off and announced “I’m empty” and fell back on the other bed. “Damn, your hole is wrecked” the photographer said as he set the camera down. “Why don’t you grab a shower in the other room, get dressed and we’ll take care of the rest” Ari said to Ric. Ric grabbed his clothes and went to the other room and cleaned up. Walking out of the bathroom, Ari had an envelope for him. “Thanks. I think that shoot had a lot of good energy in it. If that’s the one that we use, we’ll edit it up and you’ll get an email so you can preview it before it goes on sale” Ari said. Ric said “Thanks” before he walked out the door and thumbed through the envelope seeing more money in one place than he ever had before.

Well these are my actual sexual adventures. Today I was cruising Grindr and I was kinda bullshitting with someone hoping that the sexy cross dresser was going to hit me back. But the phone battery was just about dead and I needed to get this three day load off. So I just messaged the closest profile a pic of my dick and asked if he wanted to suck it. He said yes and I told him to send me his address. ( hell if he was a total troll I could close my eyes). But anyway I got to his house and he let me in and surprise it was a middle aged black guy with a shaved head. We went into his room and I pulled out my cock and he went to work. He was sucking my cock pretty damn good with lots and lots of slobber and lots of deepthroating. He asked me if a blowjob was all I wanted and I asked if he was offering more. Turns out he was. He had me laid back naked on the bed and he just jumps up on my cock and tries to sit on it with no lube. Fuck that hurt. I told him to get on his back and I spit a nice glob on my dick and rubbed it over my cock and a quick swipe over his ass and I burry my cock right in his ass. I then leave it there and let him get use to it and then I slowly start fucking him but he’s not very flexible so I put him on his side and straddle his leg and slam my cock back into his hole. I then start long dicking him both slow and fast. He starts saying that I’m the best that’s fucked him in a long time so I roll him over onto his belly and Shove my cock back in his hole and start stretching his ass out by adjusting the angle of every thrust till he started to clinch up on my cock bc I fucked the cum out of him. Causing me to get to that point of no return so I burry my full 7 inches into his pussy and breed him as deep as I can go while his pussy is spasming around my cock. Definitely one going to be back to this guy and fuck him for a while.

PART 16 After we had caught our breath, we untangled ourselves and i got up on wobbly legs to try to find my clothes. The day had been hotter than anything i could have imagined but now i was starting to have that guilty voice in my head, not to mention my hole was wrecked and my legs felt like jello. I think being more experienced, they had seen young conflicted guys like me before. They were both extremely nice and almost gentle in the way they helped me ease out of the room. Ron insisted on giving me his phone number, which was approved by my original Top man. He seemed happy even that Ron and i had so obviously liked each other. I got back to my place and slipped into my bedroom and stripped off, planning to shower. But as i laid down and stretched out, part of me was enjoying my current state. The mix of man sweat and ass and cum and lube was making me relive the entire day. I was very aware that i had two different men’s semen inside me. HIV positive semen. And now not just from one guy, but two guys. And now here i was hard again just from thinking about it. And when i gently fingered my cummy hole, it just made me regret having left. What was i going to do? It was like i couldn’t control it, like i needed it. Getting fucked had unlocked something inside me. And taking it raw, there was something about it that made such a difference. Something about knowing it was skin on skin, that another man was in me with no barrier, and that i was giving him my hole to cum in. That magical moment was always the thing that replayed in my head, the moment when they would cum inside me. I loved all of it, but there was something about just knowing i was giving them the opportunity to cum in me, and that they wanted to, and that something made me want it so bad. So bad that even if they were HIV positive, i was gonna beg for it anyways. Admitting that to myself made me feel gulilty and it also made me rock hard. The turn on of it all won out though. It won out every time i got fucked and even now in my room as i jerked off. I jerked off thhinking about Ron giving me another fucking. And after i was a little uncomfortable that the hiv part had played big in my fantasy. I decided to sleep in my cummy mess and wait til tomorrow to wash their scent off of me. And i was already thinking to myself if tomorrow would be too early to call Ron, even as his fresh cum was still soaking into my guts.

Naturally, I can only speak from my own experience. First, I respectfully take issue with your assertion that most gay men's dicks are bigger than average. If it were only true. Suffice it to say that, as a not-too-vers bottom, I've had my unfair share of men---gay, bi and str8 (yes, str8---thanks to Burning Man)---so most would consider me in or near the expert field on dick size. Some call it being a slut. Semantics, actually :-) Using the general thought that 6" is average, I found that gay men's cocks run the whole gamut of below average to well above average. I've had a Top fuckbud since 2010 with 4.5" to 5" that absolutely rocks my world. Possibly better than any man ever. Another fuckbud since 2004 with 8" used to bang up against that 2nd sphincter and hurt. Now bottoming for him is all pleasure. Finally, an uber-hung fuckbud with 10+ inches who would've torn me up even a few years ago gets unbelievably deep in me with almost no discomfort. The difference? First and foremost, I know so much more about my butt now than I did even a few years ago. I feel it. I touch it. I know it. That's led to the realization of 5 important things: 1) Relax. A squeaky clean hole is a hungry hole. Absolutely confidence in my thorough clean out allows me to completely relax and concentrate solely on taking dick. Take a long time to clean out. Rushing it creates tension which inhibits relaxation. 2) Position. The position I get fucked in is critical for relaxation and relaxation is critical to a good fuck. For me, on my back is always awesome. On my belly is not. Just has never worked for me. On all fours can be awesome for a deep fuck. On my feet and bent over, not so hot. The muscles in my legs that I use to stand don't allow me to relax my hole completely. I learned this one night at a sex party. Hot guy who I was totally into bent me over and rammed it in. It wasn't great. When I hopped up on a bench in front of me on all fours and hung my ass over the side, the fuck took on a whole new dimension…for both of us. So, for me, on my back or on all fours really works. The same man who brutalizes and hurts my 2nd sphincter when I'm on my belly slips through it pleasurably when I'm on my back or on all fours. 3) No fear. I used to worry about being tight enough. Now I relax my hole…make it "big"…push it out, often bringing my 2nd sphincter in touch with more average sized cocks. That feeling of a man's cock banging at---and often through---my inner gate while I'm pushing out is awesome. Major fucking awesome. Pushing out and taking it deep---regardless of the length of the cock---is perhaps the most important thing I've learned. it's open…it's ready…and it feels great because of it. Of course, I use the muscle control in my hole to tighten up from time to time. Tops react well to all of this. 4) Poppers. They have an amazing affect on my hole…and me. If a man is uber hung, they make me want to take it deep. 5) Sometimes it just doesn't work. Whether it's chemistry, the Top's technique or just my butt's mood, sometimes all the stars align for a great fuck and sometimes it just doesn't work. Hope this helps...

As a teenager I would cruise public bathrooms to find random strangers to suck and swallow his hot thick load of cum. The only thing better than sucking cock was that mouthful of cum to swallow. I was still in middle school and was already a cumhungry faggot. On slow days. I would sit back and jerk my cock to all the dirty storys on the bathroom walls. So many times Iyou see loads of cum on the floors. I would lay my hand on that cum. And use the cum as lube for my cock and jerkoff. I would lick my fingers just to get a taste of the load. I would think to myself. What would my friends or family think of me if they only knew what I was doing. I mean what kind of nasty pig would do such a thing. You know nothing about that cum on the floors. Who's cum was it? How long has it been on the floor? 5 minutes or all day. I didn't care. I was there to jerkoff and swallow cum. With my cock lubed up with a random load on the bathroom floor. I wanted cum in my mouth. I would get down on the floor, and start to sip and lick all the loads of cum on the bathroom floor. Just before I blew my load I would swallow the cum in my mouth. After I shot my load. I wanted nothing to do with cock or cum. I would rethink about what I just did. What a nasty boy I was. What would people think of me if they found out. But every time after that I found myself back down on my knees licking up someone's cum. When I was in high school I had a girlfriend. However I still wanted to swallow cum. When I turned 18 I could get into the porn store. When my girlfriend was working. I would head to the back video booths in the local porn shops. I would spend hours sucking all the cocks in the place. Just before closing time the place was slow. I would walk around and see loads of cum on the floor. Cum was everywhere. I still needed to jerkoff before my girlfriend got done work. I would find all the cum that guy's left behind and fill my mouth full of all that cum spit some on my cock and start jerking my cock off. Swallowing all that cum. Sometimes when I got home. My girlfriend would give me some head. She would ask me if I jerkoff already. I would ask why. She would say that my cock tasted like cum. I would tell herthat I jerkoff earlier. I can't tell her that my cock was covered in loads of cum I found on the floors and lubed my cock with it.

By the time Friday night came around, I'd already been fucked by more men in a single weekend than any other weekend of my entire life. Not entirely sure how much more I could take, but as God as my witness I'll keep trying! This night was my favourite night of the whole weekend: the big Biohazard Men bareback party. None of this guessing about if your top will fuck you raw or not; you're going to take it bare, guaranteed. When I came to Berlin for the first time two years prior, this is the night I enjoyed most. I arrived toward the beginning, got stripped down to my blue jockstrap, blue harness, and blue leather strap (right-side, of course) and browsed around. Like the last time, there was a wide array of men to choose from. I made my way over to the bar to have my relaxation drink before making my way to the main play area and cruise for beef. Like before, it didn't take long to get some attention; I'm sure the jockstrap helped. The first hour was made up of a mix of guys taking turns fucking me for a little bit, but nothing spectacular. As with most sex parties, guys don't want to cum too quick, so each one stopped short of unloading. Call it something in the air (as I don't think it was a full moon that night) but I saw a few guys around the club sporting biohazard tattoos in various places on their body. My assumption is that the guys that had one on their chest or arms were probably the tops. I made sure that I gave them a "come hither" look as I passed them by and nodded directly toward their obvious marking. If I've never said it before in a previous post, I'll put it right here for all to see: I fucking LOVE verbal poz breeders!!! I would up getting the attention of a shorter, older daddy with a prominent biohazard mark right under his navel. Basically, where Ethan Wolfe has his, but this daddy clearly had his for some time. We found an empty corner and he bent me over and gave me a good fingering. Despite taking so much cock the previous night, I tightened up a little bit; my poz daddy worked me for a little bit, then turned me back around and got me on my knees - he was packing modestly; maybe 6.5 inches with a small p.a. Still quite suckable, which is exactly what I did. He put me against the wall and slid in gently; he was definitely conscious that I was going to need to be worked. This started a slow, but passionate filled fuck as he gently opened me up. Gliding in and out at a gentle pace, I felt very relaxed. We were soon joined by his friend - no tattoo - and they tag-teamed me for what seemed like the next half-hour. At some point, my marked daddy needed to take a breather, but said he'd come find me later - I fucking hope so! He made his way to the bar to get a drink, but left me in the graces of his top friend who continued to work me for a bit longer. Soon, his friend needed a breather as well, and we parted ways to cruise the room more. In the hallway between the two large play areas, I saw a bigger daddy with a small biohazard right on his left peck. He wasn't typically the type of guy I'd go for physically, but I got clocked eyeing his mark. He pulled me down the hall and back toward the back wall where we started to play around as well. Now that I was opened up a bit, it made it easier to take him as well - although he was also only about 6.5 inches. He worked me with a little more pace, but was a little more verbal. "Tell me what you want boy" "You like that daddy cock, don't ya" "You want that poz daddy dick inside you" To all of those questions, all I could answer in the heat of passion was "fuck yeah daddy, please give it to me." This went on for a bit and my daddy needed a breather as well. It was still relatively early in the evening, so no one was ready to blast off just yet. I made my way to the bar for a drink of my own and came across my first daddy finishing up his drink. I grabbed toward his cock to let him know I hadn't forgot about him and still wanted to have him work me. Finishing my drink fairly quickly, I went back out to the playroom to find my first daddy reaching for my exposed ass. He pulled me closer and whispered in my ear to suck his cock hard again. I had to oblige; after all, that position put his navel mark right at eye level. I started to suck him again; gripping his balls with my right hand, I put my left hand right over my nose and rubbed right where his tattoo was. I had to show daddy just what I was after. We were nearby the two slings, and as soon as one opened up, daddy put me in and pushed his way back into my waiting hole. Just like before, he stroked slow and passionately. This time, we started to attract a small crowd who could see the intense eye-contact and passionate connection between us. Nothing could break our concentration; with each slide into me, our eyes locked deeper and deeper. The few guys around seemed out of my line of vision as I moaned in ecstasy with each stroke. Before long, the moment of truth came: "Get ready for my cum boy" He stroked even slower, but more intensely; I wasn't sure that was possible, but it was. Each stroke led to both of us moaning in unison knowing that each stroke led closer and closer to the edge. I wanted to beg for his poz cum so bad, but words seemed meaningless; I just let our moaning do the work. After a couple minutes, daddy held me down while I wrapped my arms around his back; each stroke from there on out was an intense squirt of his warm, toxic, marked jizz inside me. We couldn't pull our eyes off of each other until well after his last spurt emptied out. Something about this intense mutual gaze really got the attention of our voyeurs who saw just how badly we both wanted each other. We sealed with a kiss and he pulled his cock out. My mind was over the moon! It was at this point that i noticed the faces of the other guys who came by to watch - my tops buddy and my other poz daddy with the peck tat. He got between my legs and slid into my freshly bred hole. "Yeah slut boy, you want some more cum?" "Yeah, daddy, give me your seed" "Beg harder, boy" "Please fill me with your poz cum sir!" He wanted to hear me say "poz". That started a couple minutes of stroking with each one making me beg more and more for his toxic, dirty jizz. "Here you go, boy....take this poz seed....UUUHHHHH" What felt like ten blasts of jism emptied into my wet hole. I couldn't have asked for more! My first tops friend was nearby as well, but another bottom wanted the sling, so I graciously gave up my spot and let them have their fun. I headed upstairs to another play area and got another drink. While sitting on the stool catching my breath, a guy nearby caught my attention in a BIG way. Huge 9" uncut dick with a biohaz right above it (Ethan Wolfe style), but red in colour! I couldn't take my eyes off of it! He noticed me checking it out and signalled to his two friends. They came over to me and became his wing-men. These friends weren't going to fuck me, but they were going to make sure I got what I came for. For the next ten minutes or so, they ushered me onto my knees to suck this massive piece hard and then bent me over my stool. One of them grabbed my poppers out of my sock and controlled my intake while the other friend lubed my hole. After a deep hit, I felt the pointed tip of my top's member push into me. It didn't take long for him to notice the two loads already inside me. This drove him wild, and he started pounding away. He was speaking to his friends in some language I didn't understand while fucking me - probably describing the big wad of mixed fluid gathered about six inches inside my hole. I couldn't make out a word until I heard the unmistakable uptick in tone followed by an "Oh yeah.....yeah" and then BAM! A warm gush filled me deep inside and I knew he was unloading. He slipped out as he got soft and the three of them just left me at the stool; my knees weak. They weren't interested in a passionate finish; just pump, dump, and go. My legs were quivering. I really didn't think I could take much more, so I sat back down, had another drink and then got dressed and headed out. Maybe I could have tried for more cum, but I just took three of the most intense loads I'd had in some time. I had to call it a night. The next day, I decided not to actively seek more sex; I've had more than enough (though wouldn't turn down any opportunities). The couple of times over the next day or two weren't anything of note. By Sunday night, it was time to head back to London. I couldn't have imagined that I'd set a new personal record of men in one weekend, nor could I have imagined the intensity of the sex had. It's an intensity that I haven't been able to match since. Maybe this year. Maybe I'll go back and try again. Just maybe...

John is a good friend. He is younger, around thirty, 70 kilos and around 1.75cm. But he looks much younger. He goes to the gym so he looks like a wrestle. People tend to like him. I guess it is his smile. Tops adore him. I guess it is his nice round smooth bubble butt… one think I know for sure… he definitely knows how to use it. He is a cumdump like me. But I enjoy so much watching him getting fucked that I don’t mind sharing the tops with him. He is one of those law key good hearted bottoms who deny no cock and after they take the load they say thank you. I am different. I say the Next. We first met in a bareback party one Thursday evening in a bar. We happened to put our asses on a bench… side by side. He smiled in a way that only generous bottoms do. So I decided to be nice… I shared my poppers with him. Later on we had a beer and we laughed talking about the importance of semen in our hole, both agreeing that we are focused more to the sperm than the size of the dick who delivers it. In bareback parties I seldom talk. With him it was different. We clicked. I had seen the scars on his hands so I knew he was a slammer but I didn’t say anything about our common chem habbits . I am old enough to know when and where I ask questions. I even gave him my load. It is so nice to meet a bottom who is more bottom than me and his hole was so nice and sloppy that I couldn’t resist. When I bred him he said thank you to me as well. I told you he is a really nice guy. In the next few months I met him three or four times. Always in those bareback parties. And always in clubs. Every time we met each other we kept the same routine. Bend on our knees and getting fucked doggy style taking loads from random tops, then going to the bar having a drink and then return back on the bench sharing the poppers. It was in one of those Thursdays that he asked me to go to his place after the party and sleep together. Just sleep. I had no plans for the next morning so I agreed. Nice studio apartment. Big bed. Big kitchen. Two big bathrooms. A huge TV that played straight porn with no sound. And all the glasses of windows painted in black. You had to slide the glass to see the daylight. I was OK with that. I like pitch dark when I sleep. And my sleep is not easy since I know a thing or two of slamming my self. We had a nice long shower. We drank our cocoa milk and we slept. I was still a student in the University the last time I shared the sleep with a bottom. I have to admit. It was a comfortable sleep. He had a way to make things easy with the snuggle. I am usually not good with intimacy. But with him was different. I loved the touch of his skin of his back stucking on my belly. It seems that I have missed a good snuggle more than I wanted it to admit. Next morning I woke up first, cooked some scrambled eggs and made some tea. “So Johnny”, I said when he was drinking his chamomile tea. “What’s on your mind? ” I took him a bit by surprise. “What do you mean? “ he asked. “I mean you need something. All this time we know each other you smile and you are friendly, and I thank you for that, but the truth is that you were checking me out. “You never flirt the tops they fuck you, you are friendly of course with them but always distant, you don’t share data about your life and your name is not John but its Stephan…“ I had seen a bill for the electricity stuck with a magnet on the fridge. “Which It is ok by me. You have every reason to protect your privacy, just next time you bring someone you don’t know, be a bit more careful and not leave traces around… but to let you know… I will continue to call you John… ” He blushed. “John is fine with me… And sorry… you deserved to know my true name at least.” I smiled my way. The father figure way that I carry only to certain occasions. And he was still a good guy. There are certain truths that you don’t share easily specially with people you meet in parties sharing loads and poppers. He got more relaxed. “So you were checking me out to see if you can trust me and then you brought me to your place to see if I fit and then you asked me to sleep as for a test to see how safe you can be when you are vulnerable. Isn’t that right? “ Now he was really speechless… “Damn you are good… what is your job you said? “ “Look kid I am a cumdump. But I am a really good one. One of the best you will ever encounter. And I guess I have been wandering in those steep hills of depravity quite a long time to recognize the whatever hidden agendas… And you are right. I like you… so you have no reason to feel awkward as long as you are not keeping me in the dark with your true intentions. So what’s up? “. He had a last zip of the tea. He looked at me like a boyscott ready to start an adventure. And then he spelled it out. “I have my birthday next Saturday. I want to celebrate it with a bang. I want to become a hole. A true hole like the one you see in the creampie gangbang porn films. Where one man after the other enter the room get hard shove it in give the load and then go. But I can not do it alone. And It is not something I can ask from any of my friends without them freaking out… So I had to find someone who can understand and not judge and with whom I can feel safe when and if the door opens and the cocks start pouring in…” What a great way to celebrate the new decade. He was waiting for my response. “Tops are a bit possessive. Bottoms are easier to trust… “ he continued. Well I guess he has a point. But all these stereotypes are a bit dated. Or maybe I am dated. I had to give an answer. Stood up and went to pee. I needed some time to gather my thoughts. The kid was brave. Braver than what I used to be twenty years ago. That’s for sure. He was washing the dishes. I took the towel to dry them. My voice was firm. Damn I could be a decent Top using that voice. “OK… but you need some training for that particular night. We have a week. If you are to become a hole you wish than you will have to slam hard and go to the zone…Do not look at me like I am any wizard. I know you slam kiddo… Look at your arms. No matter how good you cover them with make up I can see your small scars. Look I love being close to a chem slam hole. So… yes I can do what you are asking me…. Be by your side and make sure you get not into trouble and you won’t get robbed from your nice silverware. But to do so you have to follow my orders. With ‘no buts and no ifs’… and most important ‘no secret agendas’... I am I clear? “ He shook his head and then gave me that smile. Damn kiddo… what a beautiful smile….

Booty Bump at 30,000 Feet from the Air Marshals– “Do you feel OK? You don’t look so good,” asked the stewardess - damn, fucking, perky stewardess in her little blue uniform and perfectly coiffed hair. Fucking Dutch, and at this hour of night! How can they all be so pretty and so nice? I was on board a KLM 747 flight at 30,000 feet somewhere over the Atlantic for an overnight flight. The plane was practically empty and I was able to get three seats to myself near the back where I could suffer in peace, but I had a Tina hangover to beat hell and had gotten up and stepped into the back to ask the stewardess for more water. Just six hours earlier I had been at the apartment of a local dealer with his big black 10-inch dick buried in my ass filling me with cum. Raw, rough, and nasty was his motto and he made me pay for the Tina with my ass and the Benjamins. I had not eaten in over two days, had been flying high, drinking, and had taken several raw dicks up my ass, three of which were anonymously at the dealer’s place. As we wrapped up, the dealer came in me and passed out. I pissed in his Tina-crusted toilet and stumbled home only to find a message on my phone from my boss saying I had to leave immediately to cover an important business trip to Asia for a colleague who’s wife decided to have her baby early. SHIT! I was so fucking high, had been partying non-stop, and was in no condition to do anything, but I needed my job, so quickly packed my bag, did several lines to get me going, and headed to the airport, my ass dripping with cum and my hole twitching for dick, secretly hoping TSA would want to frisk me down in a private room. “I’m fine,” I answered grumpily, “I just had a long week,” as I shakily took the water the stewardess offered and leaned against the bulkhead trying to steady my wobbly legs. What I really needed was more crystal and some beer, and more dick. I slowly paced back and forth at the back of the plane, sipping my water as the stewardesses did a final walk through picking up trash from the last beverage service. The cabin lights were down, most folks were asleep, but I was wired and horned. I had been at the back for about twenty minutes when a tall, handsome man walked into the area and instead of heading right into the bathroom, leaned against the bulkhead opposite of me, crossed his arms, and calmly said in a voice that seemed too loud, “So what are you on?” Fuck – how did he know? “Umm….nothing man, don’t know…what you are talking about,” I managed as I took another sip of water. He then took two steps, got right in front of me, casually looked around and said, “I expect an honest answer BOY. I asked you what you were on, and don’t try to lie to me again.” He then slowly pulled a black wallet out of his back pocket, flipped it open, showed me his big, gold US Federal Air Marshal badge, closed it, slid it back in his pocket, cocked his head, and waited for me to reply. Holy fuck! An Air Marshal! I instinctively tried to take a step back but was already pressed against the bulk head. I nervously looked around trying to find an escape route, then realized I was on a god damn plane, where the fuck was I going to go. I hung my head a little, looked up giving him my best puppy-dog eyes look and said, “Come on man, I’m not doing anything wrong, I just don’t feel good okay.” He reached out, patted my shoulder with big powerful hands and said, “Okay, so lets chat a bit. These long flights get pretty boring and I could use a good distraction.” I got increasingly fidgety as the Air Marshal stood way too close to me for my tastes and began to talk about jack shit. The weather, the Nationals baseball team, I don’t know. I barely focused on what he said as I was becoming so nervous and every time another passenger came back to use a bathroom or a stewardess was around I just knew – just knew they could all tell I was fucked up. “Right?” the Air Marshal asked. Fuck, what was he talking about? I just nodded and decided it was time to make my escape and tried to push my way past him. His left had shot out, grabbed my right arm, he stepped as close as possible and said, “I think I can help you out,” as he pressed his right hand against my chest. I looked down, he slowly tilted his palm to the side to show a small baggy full of white powder. My eyes got wide, I licked my lips and instinctively wiped my nose. The Marshal smiled, stepped back, opened one of the metal drawers along the back wall, pulled out a juice box, tore off the plastic encased straw, and handed it to me along with the baggy. He nodded towards the bathroom at the rear, I was shaking as I took the baggy, the straw, and looked at him warily as I entered the bathroom and closed the door. This bathroom was a little bigger than the others and while I had to piss, was too nervous. I shakily opened the baggy, took the straw, and snorted the powder up my nose. FUCK THAT BURNED! It felt like Tina, but more intense, or maybe I was just so tired, I don’t know, but a few more snorts and I was feeling much better. I stepped out of the bathroom and found the Air Marshal speaking with a stewardess in a low voice. She nodded, stepped back into the cabin, closing the curtain behind her. “I’m sorry to tell you I think you are getting sick and need to be quarantined,” he said with a smile and evil glint in his eyes. “Please step back into the bathroom.” I paused, what the hell was this? Was he busting me now? I backed into the airplane bathroom, the Air Marshal right behind me. He closed and slid the lock on the door, held out his hand, and I placed the baggy in it along with the straw. The Air Marshal opened the baggy, held it up, I tentatively took the straw and snorted a couple more times, then looked in the mirror to wipe off any white on my nostril. He then licked his finger, stuck it in the baggy, then said, “Drop your pants and bend over.” I started to protest, he glowered and said, “I only ask once.” I undid my denim shorts, dropped them to the floor, bent over the toilet and waited, my legs shaking from nervousness and the rush of powder. The Air Marshal took his left hand and pulled my cheek aside, then roughly shoved his coated finger into my hole. I pulled away as it hurt and burned, but he drove his finger as deep as he could and then worked it around, pulled it out, and repeated the process. When he pulled his finger out the second time I heard him suck it clean and as I tried to stand up he said, “Did I say to move?” I stayed bent over, the Air Marshal dropped his pants, his belt buckle banging against the plastic wall as it fell to the floor. I took a deep breath and waited and soon felt his raw dick pushing against my coated hole. The Air Marshal roughly grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back sharply as he thrust his dick into my ass. “OUCH!” I cried out as his big dick ripped into my ass. His other hand then covered my mouth as he began to pump my ass raw and saying, “I knew you were a little drug fag the moment I saw you. This is what you want isn’t it BOY? Huh? You better shut the fuck up and take this dick!” I just grunted as the Air Marshal’s raw dick opened my hole up and after a few minutes the mix of drugs and being fucked took over. I bent forward, pushed my ass back and up, and through my grunts begged him to fuck me deep. “Here it comes BOY, want this load? Want this load? UGH,” the Air Marshal grunted as he bred my ass, filling my Tina coated hole with his hot cum. He was so fucking deep up my ass that when he yanked it out my guts went with him. My muffled cry of OUCH was lost in his hand as he turned me around, I sat down on the airplane toilet seat, took his wet and slimy dick in my mouth, and licked him clean, tasting the tang of Tina and more. The Air Marshal strained to get his still semi-hard dick into his pants, buttoned up, pointed a finger at me with the instruction, “YOU – stay right there and leave this door unlocked,” before he backed out of the bathroom door. The cold plastic of the toilet seat eased the hot burning in my hole and about thirty-seconds later there was a knock at the door. Before I could grab the handle it was opened and another man stepped in. He was much older than the first and did not seemed at all surprised to find me sitting there and did not back out once he did. He calmly slid the lock on the door and said, “My colleague says you are not feeling so well and asked me to give you some of this.” In his hand was the baggy of white powder and the straw, so I shrugged, grabbed them and greedily snorted as much as I could. GOD DAMN THAT BURNED MY NOSE!!! The new guy chuckled, unbuckled his dress pants, and out slid a nice, LONG dick. He took the baggy back, pinched some powder between his fingers, sprinkled it on his dick and said, “I think you missed some.” I quickly started to lick and slurp on that big meat, loving the taste of the Tina and of his uncut dick. I don’t think he had washed in days as he had a ring of slime and crust around under his foreskin around the head that was foul, pungent, and delicious nectar for a cum pig like me! As soon as he was hard I stood up, turned around, bent over, and showed him my freshly fucked hole. He wasted no time and was rougher than the first guy as he shoved his long dick in as deep and as hard as he could. As soon as his raw dick was balls deep, I moved my feet together, squeezed my hole, and pushed my ass back and said, “FUCK ME.” He didn’t say a word as he grabbed my ass and started to long dick my cum filled hole. It took him a while to shoot, but when he did, cum started to drip out of my hole onto the bathroom floor. Once his dick started to go soft, he slid it out, stuffed it into his shorts, not letting me lick him clean as I wanted much to my frustration. He buckled up his pants and said, “Come on.” I pulled my pants up and followed him out of the bathroom, wondering what would happen if anyone saw us. No one was there though, except the Air Marshal who had fucked me. He and the new guy exchanged a few words, then the new guy said, “Come on,” as he pulled the curtain to the cabin back and started walking down the aisle. I walked past the Air Marshal who grabbed my arm and said, “Grab your bag and shit, take it with you.” So I stopped at my seat, got my stuff from the overhead bin, and walked fast down the aisle to catch up with the older guy. We headed to the front of the plane and I was surprised again at how few people there seemed to be on this flight as we headed up the stairs to the top deck of the 747. Once upstairs, the old guy pointed to a seat near the back and said, “Sit.” He then walked forward and I saw him speaking to the steward, who looked back at me, then nodded, and was soon rousing the two passengers at the front of the cabin. I heard him use the words ‘medical situation’ and before I knew it, they were standing up, grabbing their stuff, and heading down the stairs with the steward in tow. As I watched them leave, I turned and the older guy was now standing over me with badge in hand, “Like you’ve been told, you are sick and need to be quarantined, so now we have some privacy. My partner and I have a pretty good idea of how to make you feel better, but you need to do exactly as we say?” I just nodded as the Air Marshal unzipped his pants, stepped in my row in front of my seat, his hands on the back of my seat, facing the stairway as his long dick was now inches from my face. I immediately put his dick in my mouth and started to suck him, then with his right hand he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it onto his dick making me gag. My eyes teared up while I tried to deep throat him, my gut gurgling and throat making small choking noises. I opened my eyes and noticed someone was standing beside us and sputtered and spit as I pulled off his dick. The Air Marshal laughed, “Don’t worry about Clinton, he’s just waiting his turn.” Clinton turned out to be the steward who escorted the passengers downstairs and he was standing there rubbing his dick through his pants like he was trying to start a fire. He was not my type at all – skinny and nelly looking, but hell, any dick was good dick. The Air Marshal scooted to the side, flipped up the arm between the seats, told me to drop my shorts, and as I did he positioned himself with his back to the airplane window, his dick pointing to the aisle. Once I had my shorts down he pushed me forward I had one knee on the seat, my face towards the aisle and Clinton, and the Air Marshal between me and the window with him angling his dick into my wet hole. I arched my back as his dick popped into my hole. The angle was awful, but then he put one knee up on the seat behind me and it was a fairly good position. Clinton now had his dick out, so I started to suck on him while the Air Marshal rough fucked my hole and bred me with another load. As soon as he was done he pulled out, scooted out into the aisle and started pulling up his pants. Clinton was standing there with a still hard dick looking like he did not know what to do. “I got the watch, use the bathroom,” the Air Marshal said so I pulled up my shorts and followed Clinton to the bathroom. His dick was not as big and he shot in my ass pretty quick, but four loads – from raw dick up my ass – was not bad. I made it back to my new seat, Clinton and the Air Marshal exchanged a few words, the Marshal came over, held out his hand with the baggy and said, “Snort up. We plan to enjoy this flight so this if for you. And for me, well these little blue pills work fucking wonders.” I spent the rest of the flight to Amsterdam getting fucked by the two Air Marshals and once more by Clinton, the steward. When we arrived in Amsterdam the Marshals escorted me off the plane first, keeping up the ‘quarantine’ rouse, and took me right on through customs and out of the airport. I ended up missing my connecting flight and the rest of my trip as the Marshals had seven days of vacation planned in Amsterdam and had booked a room at the Black Tulip Hotel. I had never heard of the place but agreed to go with them for 'only one night’. It was not until we were in the room and I saw the sling and leather bed spread that I realized what they truly might have in store for me.

Yesterday I hung out (for the second time) with a really interesting man I met on BBRT. We were having a great time talking, but then he decided he really didn't want to wait any longer to fuck me. He undressed me, put me on the bed, undressed himself and then kept eye contact with me as he pushed his cock inside me. He kissed me as he bottomed out feeling so good balls deep in me. He fucked me in a number of positions, several with me trying my hardest to flex back onto his cock more, and came four times in me without once pulling out. They were my fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh lifetime loads. I absorbed them all. I need more. So much more.

Yes, get tested. HIV probably not, warts and who knows what else she has, probably so. Hope she was worth it!

Hell man, I'd do more than suck that thing.

I'm planning on going for the first time and really looking forward to it! I'm a little nervous as it'll be the first time I'm booking a hotel and going to a wild sex party on my own but I hope I can make some good friends and have lots of fun.

Tonight I get home early from work and am looking for a load and the Asian from the night before hits me up. This time I go to his place. He's in the neighborhood. 10 minute walk if that. I head over to his place. He's so horned. We get busy kissing and rubbing dicks together and then he turns me around and starts to shove his dick in my ass. My hole is still sore from last night but he gets in and I tell myself this is what I want and need and to suck it up and take it. He fucks me about 10 minutes stopping every couple of minutes so he doesn't cum too quick. I can feel his dick throbbing each time he stops. I know he's trying his best not to cum. So hot! He then tells me he's gonna cum in my ass. I tell him to shoot it deep and he starts throbbing. Cum injection. Just what I wanted. I get dressed and he's spent. Love it. Good start to the weekend.

Thursday night. Set up the exact same two guys as two weeks ago. Gonna get two loads tonight. One for after work and the other for later evening. I get home from work to prep for my young hot black boy first and I get a message from this hot young Vietnamese guy on Grindr. He's been sending me occasional messages for about a year but we never managed to fuck He's literally 1000 ft away and says do I wanna his load. It's 4:10 and my other guy is coming at 5ish. I tell him I don't have much time and he says he can be quick. What the hell. Yeah, come over. Door's open for him. He comes in and takes a piss and then leaves his dick out for me to suck. It's not big but it gets very hard. This guy is young, beautiful skin, hard body, you could bounce a quarter off his ass. I turn around and he fucks me bent over in my bedroom. 4 minutes later he shoots his cum in my ass and he's on his way. Awesome. Load one and didn't plan this one. I push out his cum and lick it out of my palm. Hot. Then 45 minutes later the young hot black guy that loves to call me daddy arrives. This time our session was longer. Lots of kissing and spitting before he slid his hard cock into my dad hole. Absolutely loves fucking daddies. After a nice long fuck with lots of daddy role play and calling him a slut he unloaded his cum in my ass. We took a break and then he fucked me again for a while. This time he didn't cum though. He pulled out and i sucked him a while. Then he shot the next load in my mouth. Yummy cum. He leaves. Four hours later my last bud of the night comes over. Another spectacular fucking and breeding. He's the best lay. Total fills my hole with his cum and fucks me another 40 minutes but doesn't unload the 2nd one. That's ok though cause my hole is fucking sore. Good time to quit for the day. He leaves. Three loads today in my ass. One Asian, one black guy and one white guy. Hot mix of cum.

Thanks RawTop - you put a lot of effort into this site for all of us. Awesome site you gave us pigs - think the downtime gave you bigger problems than us really Thanks for getting it all back up - we appreciate it!

All the time, i love MEN...the looks, the feel i also get more excited if i see their underpanrs, bands and shape of their bulge. Love the taste of arse and swallowing their spunk and the feel of their dick in my arse......i love MEN...

I went to the mixed race older couple for some hot tub & fun.. after the tub we ended up in the bedroom with me getting sucked then the other husband was on top of me fucking my face... after a while he got off of me. I stated sucking on the daddy cock. other husband was jerking of & fed me a load.. after 69ing for a while & me presenting my ass he got the hint & Started fingering me.. he got up to 4 fingers the stuck his uncut 7 in me & after a while he shot his load in me. 1 mouth & 1 ass load

Last week I took more than 30 loads in my arse. If you’d told me a year ago that that’s where I’d be now, I’d have dismissed it as pure fantasy. Two years ago I hadn’t been fucked at all for over 20 years. My journey from cocksucker to a fully-fledged bb cumdump has been swift. Partly due to Prep, partly due to a change in my personal circumstances, and partly due to a realisation that time is ticking and “If not now, when?”, I have taken steps to make my fantasies come true. I too used to dismiss some of the load counts I’d see on this and other sites as fantasy: “1,500 loads a year? How is that even possible?”. But having taken over 30 last week (and with no superhuman effort- just one sauna visit and two evenings in a sex club), I can see how it is perfectly possible. I have no doubt that many of the stories on here that read like fantasies to some are in fact true. I’m also just as sure that there’s a lot of bullshit. But I’m not so sure that I am in a position to distinguish between the two. One thing I’ve learnt on my journey is that there’s nowt so queer as folk, and only a fool would use his own limited life experience to pass judgement on another’s.

I had a fuck bud who would take multiple loads at the bathhouse, plug himself and then come find me where ever I was playing. He would make a great show of removing the plug, sit on my face and announce to the room how many loads he was feeding me from his ass, the race of the donors and how hot the fucks were... Heaven.

I’m with y’all - love being verbally degraded (well, maybe I take it as a compliment). LOVE being called faggot, whore, slut, pig, etc! Especially love it when the top is breeding my hole with his load. ? Interestingly enough, not that many tops seem to be as verbal as I like. ??‍♂️

PART SEVEN "Bend over and show me that hole", Peter instructed Robert, and he obediently did as he was told, getting up on all fours, and turning around, grabbing his own buttocks and spreading them, displaying his sweet, pink, swollen ass lips to Peter. He turned to Peter and asked "So, what do you think?" "Definitely a boy-pussy now, huh?" Said Peter. "Fuuuuck.... look at that...." he exclaimed, as a stream of cum started leaking out of Robert as he stretched his hole open with his fingers, trying hard to show off for this new man, like a good bitch should. "Lemme have a taste...." Peter sighed with some lust in his voice, kneeling down and putting his face right into the lad's tender cheeks, savoring the flavour of Robert's freshly violated special spot, running his tongue all over, kissing and sucking and tongue-fucking Robert's sweet hole, the young man now purring like a kitten at this attention he was getting, and whimpering and moaning with pleasure. Peter's tongue was gentle, warm and moist, and he knew what he was doing. He would flatten out his tongue and run it from Robert's scrotum to his anus, and then with more pressure, flick the tip of his tongue over the rim, increasing in pace, and then inserting it into his hole, massaging it and sucking it with his lips and tongue, as best he could, while also trying to suck and felch out any remaining cum. Robert's body was breaking out in goosebumps and shivers at how good it felt being rimmed by this man. He simply didn't want it to end, and started becoming erect again, and dripping pre-cum all over the floor. "Dirty little fag", Andre chuckled, now seated in the corner, gently stroking his cock and watching the action unfold in front of him. "You like that, don't ya? Mmmmmm". Peter stopped rimming, and picked Robert up by putting his hands under his armpits, and told him to bend over and touch his toes. Robert obeyed, now wanting what he could at least guess what was coming. "You want this cock, boy?" Peter asked, in a dominant tone. "Yes, please, sir." Replied Robert. "But.... sir, you know I've never been fucked by a guy with a dick as big as yours.... I don't know if I can take it." Peter held a single finger to his lips and simply said "Shhhh." Then chuckled, turning around and grabbing his underwear, he wiped his ass with them and with his cock in his other hand, unleashed a torrent of piss all over them, soaking them as best he could. He returned to Robert, and grabbing his hair with one hand, he yanked his head back, and commanded "Open your mouth, slut". Robert was a tad shocked, but felt turned on that Peter had known to treat him in a similar fashion to how Andre had just before. He opened his mouth and Peter stuffed his piss soaked undies into his mouth. "Stay here, and keep those in your mouth. Take them out only when I say, and if you break this rule, there will be punishment". Robert tried to reply "Yes, sir". But if got muffled by the wet, stinking cloth in his mouth. It tasted bitter and kind of salty, but he knew it was a product of a man's penis and bladder, and that turned him on immensely. He began to suck out the piss, as Peter turned around, put his pants back on, and went back into the store for a couple of minutes. He returned with a roll of special bondage tape, which they sold in the store, and approached Robert, wrapping the tape around his mouth with the underwear in it. "There, that should do the trick". Peter said, proud of his own handiwork. "Fuck... you crack me up, you dirty bastard...." Andre said, with a bit of a laugh. Peter chuckled, taking his pants off, and positioned himself behind the hunched over Robert, caressing his ass, and holding his erect monster of a cock in one hand, started directing his member towards the entrance of Robert's flesh tunnel. He pushed with a small amount of force, and Robert could feel his anal opening, sore and swollen, reacting to the pressure. He winced, but Peter kept pressing in, slow, steady pressure against the hole he was now fully intent on wrecking with his ass-destroyer. Robert's hole started to relax and give way, and Peter, starting to feel his cock head press inside, by the time he got the head fully in, he rammed it home, almost knocking Robert over with the force of his brutal thrust. "Aaaaah! Mmmmmm" Robert tried to cry out, but his cries were so muted by the underwear in his mouth, and soon enough, Andre had approached, clutching the bottle of poppers. He offered it to Robert, holding it against one nostril at a time, while pinching the other closed for him. After a few deep puffs of the little brown bottle, Robert's head began to spin slightly, and he could feel his ass relaxing around the invading weapon. It began to feel amazing, and as Peter felt the ass around his cock, he said "Yeah, that's it. Open that hole for me." Grabbing Robert's hips, he began pistoning his massive penis inside the lad's distended hole, more and more athletically with each stroke. They both started sighing and breathing heavily, and Robert began getting vocal, but not being able to accent words, resorting to lots of pleasured moans and whimpers. "Fuuuuck, that's nice." Said Peter, "You've got a great hole, here. Feels good with that cum inside, too. Nice and sloppy". He began thrusting really hard and violently, and suddenly, he pushed in and held his cock in Robert's ass, balls deep. Robert moaned as he felt Peter's cock throbbing and twitching, as it seemingly vibrated against the lining of his ass, he could feel the guy's cock spurting his cum deep in his guts. Peter laid over the young man, holding his chest and breathing heavy and slow, taking deep breaths. They were drenched in sweat and stale piss, and the room had a faint odor of sex, piss, sweat and cum. Peter got up, told Robert to stand back up, and removed the tape from his face, and took the soaked undies out of Robert's mouth, then grabbed the guy and they kissed passionately, Peter only stopping to compliment Robert on his piggish, slutty behaviour and the flavour of piss on his breath and tongue. "You're a good fuck, dude. If you want to, we could exchange phone numbers and maybe hook up another time. It kind of goes against store policy for me to interact with punters, but this can be our little secret, what do ya say?" Peter asked Robert.

PART FIVE "Turn around, show me your ass." Robert obeyed, still on his knees, turning around and bending over so he was on all fours, ass exposed. The man positioned himself behind him, and Robert could feel the thick, spongy head of the cock pressing against his hole, constant pressure, threatening to tear him in two. "Just breathe and push back like you're taking a shit." The man instructed. As he did this, after a few seconds, Robert could feel the entrance to his ass begin to open and allow this man's cock entrance into his body, stretching him open, with a slight stinging/burning sensation, but the more the man thrusted his member inside him, the better it began to feel. Soon enough, he was completely filled with hard cock, and a glow came over Robert, feeling his own cock which was hard as steel, he pulled the cloth front of his jock to the side and released it so he could stroke himself while being fucked... and, between heavy breaths, noticed himself suddenly begging "Fuck me..... fuck me.... harder, Daddy, please....". The man, smiling, replied simply "That's right, this is MY pussy, now, isn't it, bitch?", thrusting harder and harder into Robert's ass, his pelvis smacking against the young man's buttocks making a loud slapping noise with every thrust. He smacked Robert's ass, and Robert moaned in pleasure. "Yyyyyeeeessss, Daddy...... please cum in me.....". "You want my load, slut?...... Are you sure about that?" The guy taunted Robert, fucking him violently, grabbing him by the throat with one hand, and clutching an ass cheek with the other. "Please! I want you to fill me with your seed!" Robert cried out. It wasn't too much longer than that and the guy started moaning too, and Robert could feel the guy starting to swell inside him. "Ooooh.... aaaaahh.... uuuuughhh.... fuuuuck.... such a nice asss....... fuuuuck here it comes.... gonna cum.... cumming in your sweet ass, boy.... here iiiit...... cuuuuuummmmmssss.....aaaaaaah" the guy stopped thrusting and held himself balls deep in Robert's hole, his cock twitching inside him with every blast of his orgasm, and when Robert felt this cock spasm inside him, it set of his own orgasm. "Ffffuuuuck, I'm coming too..... ooooh....aaaaah...". With deep heavy breaths, the guy dismounted Robert, and laid on the ground next to him, catching his breath, while the young man remained on all fours, drenched in sweat and also breathing heavily. "You liked that, didn't you?" The guy asked Robert. "Fuck yes", he replied. "Hold still, I need to piss" the guy gave his instruction, and got up and stood above Robert, who, in a couple of seconds, felt a stream of this man's warm piss, soaking him all over his back and the back of his head. "Mmmmmm yeah, good slut. I bet you like me making you wet..... .....oh, and by the way, I'm HIV positive. Enjoy the poz load I just dumped in you. There could be more for you again, another day, if you want it....."

I don't suffer as bad as this guy but it's a blessing and a curse. It feels like when you're holding in your piss for as long as possible mixed with when you have been edging for what feels like hours. The first few shots are so fucking intense like I am only there to breed until I die. Then mid cum I feel a huge wave of satisfaction and relief and I can feel like my old self (aka my old neg life where I always suppressed my sex drive and urges) take over. I look at myself and sometimes I feel disgust at what I am doing and shame that I just fucked a random guy who is most likely neg with my toxic cum. Then thank God I am already feeling my conscience die as I come back to myself. Am still flooding the pig's guts but I can feel EVERYTHING. It turns me on. The warmth. Smell. Wetness of his ruined hole. All slick in my load and my cock is solid as fuck and I am back to beast mode. I can't help it. Am ready to fuck again until this pig is mine!

Here's my honking PA... even the smooth edges results in a bloody fuck most of the time... OINK!

I first met Guy at a vacant home he was looking after until it sold. It was a huge, luxurious home in Choctaw, Oklahoma not far from a school on Indisn Meridian. A beautiful, large, automatic gate let me into the curved drive. He was waiting inside one of the garages, the door was up. We walked inside into the huge kitchen and open floorplan living and dining room. A massive quartz island with stools was where he leaned back and I worked his nipples till they stood tall and proud. His cock stretched his sweat pants obscenely and I worked his cock till he asked me to get it out. Dropping your my knees, I sucked his hard on, thrusting into my mouth, he moaned repeatedly. I told him I wanted to edge him a while and asked to see the house. He took me through the whole house. Monstrously big master bedroom, easily 1500 square feet, as big as many homes. Multiple exits into a huge back patio with a large pool, a cascading waterfall led down to the pool. I suggested we play there. The house was situated where there was privacy in the backyard, so we took up where we left off, him fucking deeply. My throat opened and I feel his curved cock pushing into it over and over. When he pulls out. It's covered with precum and throat slime. I tried to kiss him, but he said it made him feel funny and wanted no kissing. Ok, but disappointed, i went back to sucking. I got some saliva and precum on my fingers and teased his ass. He spread his legs. My big finger pushed into his very tight ass. That put him over the top as he gasped, his cock pulsed into my throat over and over. His cum was smooth and sweet. Turns out the luxurious home was for sale. He hasn't told me what he does for a living, but I'm thinking something to do with real estate. He's married, fit, and we've met multiple times. I was sad when the luxurious home sold, but we're meeting at my house. Each time, ass play puts him over the top. We are planning on meeting today in harrah, Oklahoma. I'm going to rim him and maybe, if I get him hot enough. Push my thick cock up his virgin ass and force his mouth open for tongue play when I shoot in him.

Moderator's Note: I could not find a way to adjust the color of the text in this post. I reposted it below. John knew how to follow the rules. Not by the bdsm obedience kind. But the one with the smile of easiness and the feeling of ‘yes, OK I can do it’. He was ready. The moment he stepped into the car I could smell the soap and the smooth lemon shampoo on his hair. I liked it. While I was driving I explained him the set up. Since he had agreed the ‘no buts no ifs’ deal I had to keep my side of the bargain. The ‘no secret agenda’ part. I told him about Mattias and his apartment. That when we ‘ll enter the loft there will be a glass on the front table. He will have to drink the cocktail and then he’ll go to the bathroom to fresh up. I asked him if he wants to be blindfolded. I have to admit that he surprised me by answering me that he preferred not. The trust issues were still there I guess. During the week till his birthday we had to work on that more. Some scars from his own jungle seem to be deeper than I thought. That’s OK. We all need our own time to heal the pain, the loneliness, and the need of self destruction that a cumdump like him - or me- carries. No matter how many smiles… No matter of how self confident we look when we drive our car down the streets of the city, or programming set- ups of gang bangs like the one I have organized for him… still… deep inside, we all are lonely creatures… trying to reach out for deeper understanding… I guess Kate Bush long ago had made a song about this deeper understanding thing. I am not sure if he knows who Kate Bush is. I guess in the soundtrack of the ‘jungle’ Kate Bush’s songs are not included. I put again my father figure mask saying that not him having a blindfold is not a problem, as long as he would put a kind if restrain like the horses do in the races so he won’t look back who is fucking him… “Instead”, I made it easier to him. “You can focus easier to the porn that will be playing in front of you in one of the huge TV sets our host is providing…”. I told him few things about Mattias and his ability to register the points. You have every right to know a thing or two, about the man who will have access to your veins... My father figure trusting voice was doing the work well. He seemed relaxed. In andrelanine of course but still not alarmed. The same mask of ‘yes, OK I can do it’… but with a touch of glow in the deep of the eyes. I explained that there will be a few men coming to the party. All escorts and all bare. “ Some will stay just for a quickie some will stay maybe longer. Some will take chems some might not. But kiddo you will definitely be the center of attention. Its up to the guys if they want to be introduced to you after the fuck or if they want to remain anonymous. I do not share info about their work their profile names or their telephones. I share the loads and that’s it. “No. You don’t have to worry about the cash… I am taking care of this”… I showed him the envelope but I didn’t tell him how many banknotes are in it. He didn’t ask either. What he asked was this: “Why do you do it?“ It was time. It took him more than few months of brief encounters and a night of sharing the sleep to ask his first ever serious question. Until now what ever talk we did, didn’t really include questions. Or at least questions that their answers matter. The ‘no buts and no ifs’ part of the deal, demanded the ‘no secret agendas’ part… Again… Fair enough. We were already there. I could see Mattias building. Downtown is empty at this time of hour. But I couldn’t trust my car at the side of the road. Not in that neighbourhood. When the evening falls and the offices close, the mood of the area changes. It is like if a black veil of sin covers the atmosphere. A smell of urine combined with cheap perfume of junkie whores. Pimps and heroin dealers. No safety net. And not nice to drive a fancy car or carry envelopes with banknotes. Mattias has given me the code for his private own parking lot. I park next to our hosts’ car. But I don’t get out. I turn of the engine and I stay a bit silent. “Why I do this… You see Stephan, I call you Stephan because it is time for truths and Stephan I will tell you the truth at least as far as I can understand my own motivations…. … “In this life we lead, the world with cumdumps, toxic bare loads and chemsex, it is not easy to connect. Not easy to trust. Not easy to stay sober. … “I call it ‘ jungle’… There is no mercy if you show weakness... Big beast eats little beast… There is no tomorrow if you start losing your self. It took me some time to understand what kind of river I chose to cross. And even if I always thought my self as a pretty good swimmer, there were times I felt I was ready to drown by tsunami waves. It is pure luck I just didn’t. But I could. … “You see my friend… the most difficult in this jungle or this wild river, is not the cock, or the sperm, or the chems. The most difficult part is to connect. We avoid to connect. We avoid to be human. Taking the position of exposing the hole as you and I prefer, deep inside we do just that: … “ We disconnect with our humanity… … “At first sight it looks that we are weak. We are holes… useless cunts… We become vulnerable taking random cocks thinking that it is our way to survive in this jungle… “…but weak… sorry, we are not... …. “Some we will survive some we won’t. We play with fate. And the odds are against us. But we still continue playing this losing game. Love is a losing game. How true indeed. Good entry choice for the Dutch in Eurovision by the way… “ He smiled at my last comment. Good. A true queer knows about Eurovision issues. I smiled back. I don’t want him to get too serious and spoil his mood for fun. But I owed him an answer. “And now we are back to your question. ‘Why I do this’… … “I do this because you look like me… few years ago… of course you are better looking than I ever was, definitely more nicer, and for sure friendlier than I will ever become. You are even smart enough to protect your space, and still remain goofy and a bit romantic since you ask strangers to share your sleep and help you fullfill your fantasies…. … “But weak? No, you ain’t... … “I am a bottom. Not a top. I know how you think. I know how your thoughts operate. I used to be like you. In a way, its thrilling for me to share a journey with another cumdump. Cumdumps can be ignorant and possessive. Believe me I’ve been in the jungle way longer than you… “… So my Stephan… I consider you as a challenge. My own tribute to the paths of your destruction. Or salvation… that is up to you… “… Today it is a test. The inviroment of Mattias is one of the safest you will ever encounter. You will deal with professionals. And the chems and the slams that you will be given are going to be first quality…. … “But it won’t be like this next Saturday. It will be darker and seedier and more dangerous… … “I like you. I wish someone like me would come and do the same thing years ago. It would save me from some serious problems. It would put things maybe in another prospective. And maybe change my path of life. But no one did. Or if he did I wasn’t paying attention and I let him go. C'est la vie.. . … “So it is to time for redemption, my friend John… from now on you are not Stephan… ll’ be back to JOHN. So John… … “I do this not because of you. But because of me. It is all about me…” I said and got off the car. He followed. We walked towards the elevator in silence. I called Mattias on his cell. “We are here… “ I said. I opened the door for the elevator. I let him in first. He seemed a bit confused. But the smile was there… “You are good. What’s your job, you said? “ he said with confidence. Back to his old self… I smiled back knowing that my smile has no sweetness or easiness like his. But from time to time it seems to do his job just fine. “I am just a cumdump kiddo… an old beast who knows how to survive in the jungle… “ I answered… And I pushed the button for the top floor. The button had the letter M. “M” I heard John saying. “Like the Fritz Lang’s film… Yes it’s going to be fun… “ I let his comment flow in silence. I made no comment… but deep inside my mask of indeference I smiled…. Damn, that’s why I love the jungle. And its beasts….

Thursday was a long ass day at work. The only thing keeping me going was the thought of a little fuck party that evening. Hubby, BF and I had invited a few friends over for drinks and sex...sling up, hot tub warm, rubber sheets on the guest bed, we were ready to receive guests by 8:30pm. I invited 3 white vers/btm men for hubby to fuck, but only one showed (typical odds), so it was good that he bred an asian pal on his way home from work. The fun thing is he actually ended up topping a usual "total top" pal before the night ended! I also invited a couple of versatile top men and about a dozen hot, hung black top men. 6 black tops, one versatile/bottom, plus the 3 of us (vers/top and 2 vers-to-btm) showed up for one hell of a fun night of sex! We made out, sucked dick, ate ass, stretched holes and of course fucked and bred until just past 1:30 am. The BF and I were tag-teamed and loaded in every imaginable position (often side by side or on top of each other so we could make out while being fucked) and location of the basement bedroom, media area and patio...hubby got his dick sucked by at least 3 men and put his dick in one white vers guy and one black top stud. The best I can count, 17 loads were given and received. So, needless to say a good time was had by all! Happy fucking men!

I left John’s place and told him to get some rest because I had plans for him for the evening. I told him to be ready at 7pm and I will pick him up with my car. He was smart enough not to ask further more questions. It was our ‘no buts and no ifs’ deal… Went home. Parked the car. Fed the cat. Called my dealer. Twenty minutes later he had brought enough Tina and coke for the weekend. I went and bought lube and syringes and went to the bank to get some cash. Made some phone calls. First I called Mattias. Mattias had a nice place he was renting for men who like to get in a party mood without having to worry about bringing people at their own private place. The world of cumdumps and slamwhores is more than a jungle. You flirt with all kind of dangers and sometime people you encounter are beasts… including your self… so it is good to have a couple of gateways and shelters… Mattias’ shelter is unique. His place is downtown. It is on the top floor of a building that has only law offices. From 7pm the whole building gets empty. EXCEPT the loft at the top floor. Mattias’ cave… Hidden lights, no cameras, easy access with private elevator, no neighbours, big room with double beds, a sling, two huge TV screens playing all kind of porn, two bathrooms, lots of towels. Mattias true profession is a Doctor…. Which is handy and precious to me since he enjoys giving loads and provide the slams. And if it is in the same time then even better… I told him that I will bring some friends for a party gathering and he would be more than welcome to stay if he had no other plans. He knows that my parties are fun and that I am reliable for the fees he is asking for renting his place and his skills too. He also knows that my guests are people who will cause no trouble with the cops or paramedics.. (told you it is a jungle out there….) The next call was to Serge. A cool 50y old guy from Jamaica with a huge 24cm thick uncut cock with huge toxic loads and veins always ready for double slam session. He is an escort. An expensive one I must say, but he is worthy every penny.. And he knows people with the right attitude… thick cocks who play bare and snort or slam whatever chems but still remaining stiff. My kind of favourite people… I am a man of old habits. I usually go to the same place, sit in my usual table, order the same food. Yeap. You can call me boring. I don’t mind. I’ve been called with worse names. But as I said I am too old to change. The same with sex. I have rituals that I follow in a… hmmm… I must admit a bit selfish way. But it works for me and confess: I am too old to apologize if I follow mostly my needs than my fuckbuddy’s. But at least to my defense, before I engage into any kind of sexual contact I make clear of my agenda. If the guy is OK with my terms then we continue and play… if not that’s pretty understandable… no hurt feelings… … the next… My usual session in Mattias’ place has a very predictable routine as well. It goes like this : I arrive and call Mattias to open the door downstairs. Most of the times I go with a cab. I know I will be under the influence of chems so I do not take my car. But if I do, Mattias has given me the code for his private parking lot. And he is not leaving me to drive unless I stay sober for 48 hours. You see why Mattias is a guy I trust… I press the code for the elevator and arrive at the top floor. I always find the door open. The TV screens are already on playing raw gangbang porn. And Mattias is no where around. I make my self comfortable and undress. I drink the cocktail that Mattias has put on a glass on the front table ready for me. I trust him. I don’t trust dudes easily. Or the drinks they offer. But Mattias is professional. I know that whatever liquid is on the glass will help me to get in the mood. I have around ten minutes to start feeling the buzz from the drink. The envelope with the money is left it on the prearranged hidden place, inside a jar next to the breakfast biscuits. I know that while I’m in the bathroom Mattias will come out from his hidden place and will take it. And then he will retrieve to his ‘cave’ until I am ready. Quick shower and a bit freshing up for my butt. Before I leave my place to come for a session I make sure I am clean and prepared… and shaved… the hole is hairless though my body and legs are bearish. Nothing better to feel my hole exposed and lubed by sperm. And piss… I told you I am one of the jungles’ beasts. Mattias has a peculiar taste on towels. They are all black… the bed sheets also black. And always smell fresh… and the touch is soft. Even the carpets. Also black. Always soft in the bare feet. No latex. No cold surfaces. Even the marble. Black marble brought from Kaspia sea in the bathrooms. Always heated. Black wooden floor in the kitchen floor with black small carpets here and there. Air condition controls the temperature all over the big loft. And the air is filtered. He has a very trustworthy cleaning service. He is not charging in discount. I appreciate the high standards of his services and from the very beginning I made clear to him that I am not a client who bargains… … the jungle has its laws and the beasts have their own kind of understanding. Thru Mattias I met Serge. And thru Serge I met the Brazilian Paolo, Elias from Greece, Albert from Ghana, Wolf from Dusseldorf, Ahmoud from Egypt… All escorts and who fuck bare and enjoy pnp. After shower I go to the bed take the position ‘on fours’, with the poppers ready. I blindfold my eyes with the piece of cloth that is already on the bed and then I wait. I hear Mattias approaching. I feel the belt on my on my arm and the cotton on my vein. He has the slam ready. I feel the needle. Yes.. Always the first slam is a strong one. And Mattias is a pro. Slam and cocktail make me fly… and he provides the first load. And the second. And then the escorts start to arrive. For the next twenty four hours I become a hole for men I rent. No suck, no kiss, no chit chat. Mattias takes care giving the towels for their shower, pays them, and make another slam for me. Or cocktail. Or both. And while I buzz I hear my self whispering.. The next…. That is how I usually play at Mattias place. Once a month is enough for me. And one Thursday in one of those bar parties. I am not losing my self in the jungle any more. But I was excited by the idea to give to John a glimpse of my own kind of savanna… When I put down the phone I checked the alarm clock and set it up for 6pm. I took a pill to help me sleep. I had eight hours ahead before I go and pick up John from his place. It was going to be a nice Friday night. I was pleased with the way I had it all set it up. John’ s training was about to begin…

I would absolutely date or marry a poz guy. In fact, I would prefer it. And I want to marry him. Best still if he can be the one to knock me up, then we can swap strains every day of the rest of our lives.

Neg Bottom here. Not on PrEP and never will take it. Of Course I would start a LTR with a poz guy. It doesn´t matter, if he is undetectable or toxic. The only Thing which counts is the guy, who I get to know. And if it happens to me to become infected, I will deal with it very well after all the years of bareback fucking. I always knew About the risks. But what will be, will be.

Finally tried it for the first time a few weeks ago, both pissing up by buddy’s ass and him pissing up mine, and holy fuck was it hot!! I didn’t really feel it at first, but then I could start feeling full and warm. It was the perfect lube too. Then I pissed up his ass and it was the most amazing feeling. When I started fucking him again it was so warm and slippery, it was really great. Can’t wait to try it again!

I’m going to tell you the true story how i met one of my hottest sex-buddies. A few friends of mine told me about a hot young guy they met at a party. They said that he started very young with bare sex, got pozzed at 18, and did some bare porn when he was just 19. They send me the link to one of his porn vids, and i saw a blond young guy with a slim tattooed and pierced body fucking an older guy with a huge 10 inch cock. He was so fucking hot that i shot a huge load without touching myself. A year later i was looking for hot baresex on chems on Grindr when i got a message: “Hi! Also into Kinky? Assplay? FF?” I replied by telling him that i was into kinky and that i was experienced with assplay & FF. I was 18 when i started and that i had a huge collection with huge dildo’s and buttplugs. He answered me with: “FUCKING HOT! You also slam? T?” I told him that i have done it a few times and that i would love to do it with him. “ParTy now?! I’m at the trainstation. Can you pick me up?” He also send me some pictures. I regonized him immediately as that hot blond from the porn video. My cock nearly exploded. I told him i could be there in 10 minutes. I jumped in my car and raced to the station. I saw him sitting on a bench. I pulled up. He saw me, walked over and got into my car. He didn’t say much. When we arrived at my house he put his stuff in the corner and started to strip, i followed his lead. He put a bag on my counter and asked “Do you have a playroom?”. “Yes! It’s ready and waiting” i replied. He didn’t want to waist any time and said “I always start with a T slam… I love being raunchy!”. He began to prepare two syringes. Took two straps and handed me one. We tied off our arm. We both to a syringe and found a vein in our arm. “Let’s do it together” he said. I nodded and we pushed the content inside our bloodstream. With one hand he released my stap en with the other his. We couched together. The T spread thru our bodies. I saw his eyes change. I grab his arm and headed to the playroom. Raunchy bare porn was playing on the TV. He told me to lay on the bed on my back with my head hanging over the edge. He hung his semi hard cock in front of my mouth. I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck. His cock started to grow and he started to push his cock deep inside. He slowly started to face fuck me jamming his cock deeper with every thrust. I started to gag and gasp and try to move aways. He wrapped his hands around my throat and started to fuck my throat harder. I started to gag as he fuck my throat deeper. My gagging made him horny because i could feel his cock grow and getting harder inside my throat. He pulled out enough so i could gasp some air before sliding it back in ball deep. His cock gets covered with a thick layer of spit. He pulled out and asked me for lube. I handed him a big syringe with lube. He shot some up his ass and asked me to do the same. He walked over to my toys and grab two similar big dildo’s and placed them on the floor and begins rubbing lube on them. “The one that slides over it first decides what to do next!” he said and gets on his knees and positions his ass against the head. I quickly do the same. We both begin to push down. I take deep breaths as my ass begins to slowly open up. I grab a bottle of poppers. I open it and hold it under his nose. He closes up on side of his nose and take 5 deep breaths. Then i take some deep hits my self. I can see how he starts to slide over the head of the dildo. My ass is giving way and with a plop the head enters. A few seconds he follows. We slowly begin sliding the dildo deeper inside. He says “You not going to win”. I one move the last 5 inches slide inside of him as he grunts. I lost but i show him that my ass also can take the whole length. He grabs my nipples and start twisting. I do the same and we both begin to grunt deep. “You won so what do you want to do next?” I ask him. “Breed my ass and then fist your cum deep in me!” he replies. He stands up and with one hand he keeps the dildo inside while he moves over to the sling. I do the same and I put on the rubber short. The rubber short prevents the dildo from sliding out of my ass. i open the zipper in the front to free my rock hard dick. I grab the dildo in his ass and i slowly pull it out. His ass stays open and i start to slide my 7.8inch cock in. It feels moist and warm. He starts to beg“Yeah fuck me. Breed me. I want to feel it inside”. I tell him that the harder he plays with my nipples, the harder i will fuck. He grabs my nipples and start twisting and pinching them. I begin grunting as he starts to twist harder. I begin to pound his ass and after 10 minutes i feel that the pressure begins to build. I put my hands around his throat and begin to choke him slowly. The lack of oxygen makes his body quiver. The look in his eyes changes to total submission and begs me to cum. I release my grip and he start to gasp for air. The deep breath tightens up his ass which triggers a explosion of cum. Thick streams of cum begin filling his ass. This raunchy boy made me cum so hard. I pulled out grabbed my cock and pushed it back in. He moaned while i slide inside. I start to jerk out the last drops of cum inside before pulling out. Then i started to fist the cum deep inside his ass. With every stroke i slide deeper until i was elbow deep. I pulled out and made a fist and rammed it back in. I started to punch fuck his ass. Every time i pulled out his ass became more open. After 10 minutes he asked for a break. “Let’s prepare another slam before it’s your turn” he said. I smiles and answered “You can do with my ass what you want!”. “Can you handle double?” he asked. I nodded as we walk to the kitchen.

Well, before poppers and playing only occasionally, larger cocks could cause discomfort. However, in the last several years, I’ve had larger cocks than ever before with no issues. I also refuse to use condoms since I got PrEP. I haven’t found a natural cock that’s too big as of yet.

About 80% of my tops have been bears, and I can vouch for the entire community. Lol. Bear cock is the best, as are their holes.

I love bears and I love thick cocks. So, it's a win/win for me! Any bears out there with not so thick cocks can cum in me too (as can non-bears). Basically, it you have a hard cock (or toys), cum fuck me! <oink>

yes!,every where I go I am allways looking at guys asses and the bulge in their pants. really like the Blk guys wearing sweat pants. Some of them you can see the bulge really good!

Part 3 After the various men had left, the only one left was the first guy that had come in whom I assumed was like the leader or something. He just hummed to himself nonchalantly as he moved about his business. I just watched him with fear and loathing. "I suppose you're wondering exactly what your situation is #40," he said as he wheeled a contraption behind Billy. "Yes you no longer have a name, just a number. You're #40 and your friend is #41. That's how many slave boys I've gone through. And yes, thats what you are now, my property." He looked me in the eyes as he said these words, enjoying the fear he saw in them. "You see, I have a little underground busines selling boys to satisfy the nasty desires of men. So yea, you're not only a slave now, but a whore too. At least you will be after tonight." He chuckled as he lined up the contraption to Billy's ass. It was a machine with a long pole and a large dildo attached to the end. He placed the tip of the fat, fake cock right at Billy's puffy, red hole. "You're friend here is already officially a whore now. Those men last night paid some good money for a first timer. Tonight is your turn." He said, placing headphones over Billy's ears. A tear rolled down my cheek as I shuddered. "This is going to help break your friend into his new position. The headphones have a repeating loop telling him he's a whore now. A worthless faggot cumdump slave. A slave who will crave cock and cum. A slave who will crave pain and degradation. A slave who will serve any man he's sold too." He removed the metal spreader from Billy's mouth and Billy moaned in pain as he closed his jaw for the first time in hours. "Why?" Billy croaked, barely able to speak. "Why us? Please let me go." he cried. "Oh there's no leaving here #41, unless I sell you once you're of no more use to me, or I dispose of you because you're so damaged I can't even do that. Although I always seem to be able to find a buyer. There's always someone wanting a boy to fufill their ultimate darkest fantasies. The slave I just sold went to a couple in New York. They're particularly cruel and he will suffer greatly before he meets his end." Fresh tears rolled down both our cheeks as we listened to our fates. The man just laughed as he picked up another needle and administered it to Billy. Billy went rigid and coughed again as the man pushed a button on the headphones, then walked to the contraption, flipping a switch. The machine kicked on and started plunging the fake cock deeply and harshly in and out of Billy's already sore and ravaged hole. Billy howled as this new torture was inflicted on him. "That should really bust his cunt open. A few hours of this and he won't even know what world he's in anymore. See you in a few hours, sluts." With that the man left. Billy sobbed and wailed as his abused ass was plundered relentlessly. Unlike a man, the machine kept a steady, unwavering pace, shoving what had to be 9 inches all the way in before withdrawing to the tip, forcing the flared head constantly past Billy's puffy, red sphincter, lubed only with cum and blood. I could only hang there and watch my friends torture, fearing my own. I have no idea how long it went on, hours for sure. Billy's sobs eventually became grunts, then nothing as his ass was pulverized beyond feeling. After what seemed like an eternity, the man and Earl finally returned. Ignoring Billy, they started to finally unstrap me. I fell off and into their arms, unable to controll my numb extremeties. They removed the gag and let me down to the floor. I lay there moving my jaw for a few moments before I started to try to crawl toward the door saying "Fuck You!" to the men. They just laughed as Earl landed a hard kick into my balls with his steel toed boots. I doubled over in pain as the two men each grabbed an arm and dragged me across the floor, my bare skin scraping along the cement. They picked me up and placed me on my back in a leather sling, quickly strapping me in, legs in the air. The man grabbed a needle and tied my arm off. I wept knowing this was the end. Earl dropped his pants and spit on his big, hard cock, lining it up to my asshole as the man inserted the syringe, pushed the plunger, and released the band. WHOOSH!!! A wave of electricity flew threw my body as my brain exploded and my lungs seized up, eliciting a deep, wracking cough. The Earl grabbed my thighs and mercilessly plunged his fat, black cock into me. "AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGG" I screamed as a searing pain unlike any I had felt before ripped through my soul. My head thrashed from side to side as my ass burned like it was on fire. "Damn, this is my favorite part of my job!" exclaimed Earl. "Being the first to rip open a young white boy and hear him scream for the first time! The blood is the best!" I knew what he meant, that my asshole was bleeding from being torn apart. I just sobbed and wailed as Earl pounded me as hard as he could. After what felt like an eternity to me, he buried himself as deep as he could and went ridged as he pumped his cum deep inside me. "Feel that boy? Feel that cock spurting deep in your slave cunt? Thats poz cum slut! The same poz cum that shot into your friend yesterday!" I cried as this new realization dawned on me. Although at this point it should have been no surprise. Earl just pulled out and moved to my head, grabbing it. I could see blood and cum coverering his semi hard cock. "Clean it off slave! And don't even THINK of biting it or I will crush your balls with a sledgehammer!" I shook, knowing he meant it, and took his dirty cock in my mouth, trying not get sick as I sucked it clean. The man then entered my burning hole, and pounded me deep and hard. "Call me Master boy! That's my name to you. Master or Sir! Thank me bitch for fucking your slave whore cunt!" I refused and Earls grabbed a riding crop and started hitting my cock and balls as hard as he could till I acquiesced. "Yes Master!" I screamed through my tears. "Thank you Master! Thank you for fucking your whore Sir!" "Thats better slave! You will learn! I will break you, just like I will break your friend, just like I've broken EVERY slaveboy I have captured!" He snarled as he pumped a second load deep in my guts. He too made me clean off his dirty cock. Again I have no clue how many men fucked me that first night, I just know it went on for hours. After my second shot my moans of pain became moans of pleasure. In my fucked up state the cocks raping me started to feel good. I was almost sad each time one pulled out and I felt empty. Oh god, I really WAS a faggot slave whore!

Moral to this story: Booze + Chems + "Caring" Mentor = lots o'fun.