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Part 7...... So, I got home, so many thoughts in my head, what a Fuckin night, what was going on??...How had I allowed so many men to just fuck me?? I was a straight, Pussy loving jock, what had I turned into?, but again I was rock hard and thinking of my Dad in that sling, taking so many cocks up his arse and what about the brown bottles that had weakened my decision making, to letting me bend over? What about Dad, was that him in the darkroom at the side of me? Kissing and holding me? Fingering and licking me??Surely he would not get other men to fuck me?, How would I bring it up with him, maybe he will? Just then Dad came in and said want breakfast Stevie?, no mention of anything, no different, small talk, nothing different at all, except I was rock hard, said he was going to work, he just opened an email said Will was coming over in a few days, Will was Dads brother, tall, hairy, blond hair ginger chest hair he was also an ex rugby player, both my Dad and uncle Will was brilliant Rugby players in the past as was Grandad John, I digress, Dad said Uncle Will staying a few days which confused me as he did not live far away, apparently him and my cousin Robbie who was my age, was needing building work on their home and had no water for a week, so Dad said they could stay, would you mind sharing with Robbie, Stevie, you have a big bed, I mumbled yeah ok.... A few days had gone by; nothing mentioned by Dad about the club, last week, I presumed he did not know about me and it was not him in the Darkroom with me, although the bloke was familiar, anyway, I had tried getting some of the brown bottle stuff to no avail. I was sorting some drawers out for cousin Robbies things in my room at Dads request and came across both my missing black and my white Jockstraps, which was torn of me in the Darkroom,and dad had had the white one on when he was in the sling getting fucked. WTF is going on?? OMG, are these also polaroids of me getting sucked, it looks like that place I was in the other week?? DAD DID KNOW!!!! I went to find him, but at that time,Uncle Will pulled up in his truck and he brought in a few bottles of booze as well. He looked so handsome, jeans, showing a bulge, Polo shirt, he looked awesome. I was still shocked about my findings earlier, I asked where Robbie was? Uncle Will said, he was staying with Grandad and they would both be here later. Dad started pouring the drinks out, and said son you can have one as well to get things warmed up. I was further shocked when Dad went to his brother and gave a hard squeeze of his cock in his pants!! Uncle Will unzipped and pulled out his hairy thick cock. Dad motioned for me to come over to Will and pushed my head down hard to start sucking on my uncles cock. I still have no thought to what was happening, the Jockstraps, the photos, my uncle, my Dad, all this??? I could barely fit uncles cock in my mouth. Uncle grabbed the brown bottle out of his pocket and opened it up, he took a good sniff and gave it to my dad and he also took a whif . He said Steve you like this, I was there in the Sauna and Darkroom with you, side by side we were getting fucked!!!! It was Uncle Will not Dad in there with me. Dad said go ahead Steve, I know it was you all along, The ABS, The Restroom,the helmet, Fucking me after the wedding, btw Uncle filmed that from the wardrobe cameras, I know it all Son. I was playing along. WTF!!!!! I took a whif and they held my nose on one side and then did the other side. I was hot and bending automatically over, what the fuck, and my head was so fucking spinning, Uncle said suck on that cock. I went down on it and wanted his cock now. I was like a slut sucking on his thick meat,then my dad stood next to me and pulled his cock out for me to suck, I was sucking both of them, My Dad, his brother, My Uncle. They were kissing each other and rubbing their hairy chests and pulling on each others nipples and pushing my head back and forth and trying to get both cocks in my mouth. Finally, Uncle said, to my Dad I want to fuck your son, Dad said sure Will, just flip him over and fuck his tight ass. They laid me across the table and dad told me to take another hit of poppers, He lubed up my ass with his tonque while I was sucking my uncle. I was like Dad, pass me the brown bottle, I felt so fucking horny, and with that Uncle Will plunged his dick fully into my ass and buried it deep inside me, OMG, Will told me he had fucked me 3 times that night in the Darkroom and he watched me fuck my own father earlier. Dad was fucking my face and he took another hit off the brown bottle and Uncle pounded my ass so fast, I was being jerked forward, banging my hips on the table, He was telling me what a dirty fucker I was that night, whilst his dick going in and out of my hole. I felt him change pace, he was shooting his load deep in my arse when he did, Dad shot his load across my mouth and splattered onto my chest as well. Then,Dad rubbed it over me and in my mouth, uncle kissed me and Dad licked Uncles cum out of my arse, I heard a noise, Grandad was there with Robbie in the doorway, I did not know what to do or say???. Dad and Uncle Will just looked away from me very sheepishly, as though they were naughty boys, as I was dripping Cum from my mouth and arse. Grandad, bellowed at both his sons angrily, I told you to wait!!!! He reached for his zipper and told Robbie to strip and bend over me....

He had covered his cock with a towel when I walked in, but now he slowly removed it and began rubbing his cock which got stiff and wet. I didn't look at him, but just knelt with my head on my arms, ashamed and yet weirdly excited. "Wh...what's his arse feel like..."I heard him say. "Lovely," growled Arthur. "Hang on, I'm going to cum, then you can slide in" He worked at me for a few minutes, then he sagged onto my back, grunted happily and I felt his cock throb as it spurted. A hand touched my face and turned it. "Timmy." Said grandad matter of factly. "Oh, Timmy.!" I smiled at him and he smiled back. Meanwhile, Arthur slid out of me and sank back into the cushions. "There you go, Jim." He said. "All wet for you, mate." I just stayed in position. Time stood still, then my Grandfather whispered" I've always fancied your arse, but I didn't want to get you pregnant. I guess we don't have to worry about that, do we?" He got off the sofa, and I felt his hands on my hips. Then his fat, stubby erection slid into my hole and up into my rectum. "Oh yeah!" I heard him gasp as he began to thrust into me. "So, are you staying long, Jim" Asked Arthur. "Might go down the pub later." "s..sss..sure. "Said grandad. "Sounds a good idea." I just knelt there as he fucked me. It felt so good, so intimate. Then he leaned forward and whispered in my ear "I'm going to cum now, Timmy. Do you want me to?" I could only nod, I was so excited at what was going to happen. "Ahhh!" He gave a loud grunt and I felt his cock throbbing and knew his spunk was shooting in me. When he finished, he pulled out and slapped my arse. "This is my grandson, Arthur!" He said. "And you're right, his arse felt great!"

CHAPTER FIVE Through the eyes of Scotty: Dad, Dad, Dad I say for the third time while gently nudging my father to wake up. He’s slept in, finally I get his attention, through his sleepy eyes he looks at me and smiles. Dad you slept in, we have an appointment at the clinic in 45 minutes. The smile grows on his face as he peels the sheets back revealing his massive hard tool, now bouncing as he walks to the bathroom to get ready to take me. While in the car on the way dad asks if I’m nervous, my reply came so easily to me, absolutely not I said to my Dad. I’m so excited for a positive result dad, you have no idea. Dad I’ve been watching Treasure Island Media porn and other kinky bareback porn for many years now, I want nothing more than to be an absolutely perverted, dirty, kinky little poz hole for random seed and Dad you and I will make an amazing raw poz power couple, well that’s what I’m hopeful of Dad. I glanced over at my Dad while he was driving to try and gauge his reaction to what I said. He didn’t reply, but looked to have drifted off for a moment and a delicious smirk started to creep across his face. I knew that was a positive reaction and wondered in that moment what was going through his devious mind. With a little luck it wouldn't take long to find out. I decided to up the ante and asked dad if we would go to a sex club to celebrate tonight if I tested positive. He didn’t hesitate and replied fuck yes son, I’d love to take you, BUT we’d better have a positive outcome, here we go son, we’re here. I jumped out of the car, all excited, ran to dad and cuddled and kissed him in the carpark, saying let’s do this. We walked into the Men’s Sexual Health clinic and waited to be called. I glanced around the room and there were some really hot guys there, Dad noticed me and smiled, tweaking one of my nipples right there in the waiting room. We both laughed so hard. Finally I was called in for my appointment, with Dad waiting in the waiting room. I entered the Doctors room to be greeted by Simon, the Doctor, perhaps in his late 20’s, really handsome, athletic and a real wicked smile. He asked why I was there and after explaining I wanted a HIV test he started to get the testing materials ready. While doing that he asked about my sexual history and said that I should be honest with him, knowing this was my first appointment at the clinic and perhaps not aware that I could be completely upfront in this environment. I explained that I’d had one sexual partner and had recently started to have receptive anal sex with him, bareback and that he’d informed me of his HIV positive status after I’d already taken his cum inside me. Simon asked if I was upset that my Top hadn’t told me about his status before we engaged in sexual intercourse and I said hell no. I explained I love watching bareback porn and knew the risks, but was too turned on by raw fucking and cum that I’d already decided to have sex without condoms and accept that eventually I’d become infected. I noticed Simon’s pants tent as he was preparing the test for me. Sharp sting was the next thing I heard as Simon stated to draw some blood. Walking back to the desk, doing what he needed to do then saying he should have my result shortly and asked if I arrived with anyone for support. I told him my Dad had driven me here and that he knew the purpose of my visit to the clinic. Oh, that’s amazing Simon said. With a smirk on his face, then he looked me directly in the eye and asked if the person that fucked HIV positive cum into me was my father. I froze, I didn’t know how to respond, knowing he’d already told me to be brutally honest I simply said yes, but asked how he knew. He laughed saying look out the window, I have a perfect view of the carpark and saw you kiss and embrace the guy you arrived with and you just said you’re here with your Dad. It was easy to piece that together Scotty. Simon then started to ask some probing questions to ensure I’m being raised in a healthy environment and wasn’t being taken advantage of. He asked when I started having sex with my father and I said on my 18th birthday, so I was already an adult and participated willingly, telling Simon I’d been raised in a loving environment and was never taken advantage of. Simon then said he had the result ready and asked if I wanted my father to be in the room when I was given the result. I didn’t hesitate and said yes please, if that’s okay with you. Through the eyes of Dean: Sir could you head to room 4, I heard the receptionist say. I knocked on the door, then entered seeing Scotty sitting there with an adorable looking doctor. Hi I’m Simon the Dr said extending his had to shake mine. Scotty here has asked that you be in the room for support when he receives his test result. Okay I said, with butterflies in my stomach. Simon went on to say that regardless of the outcome of this test that I should be supportive of Scotty, having not known what they had been talking about this all seemed like normal conversation to me. That was until the Doctor swivelled around on his chair, with the front of his pants open and a delicious 8 inch hard cock drooling precum. Scotty looked at me with excitement, as the Dr stood up removing his overcoat as he walked to the door, locking it. As Simon turned around and now with his overcoat removed we had a perfect view of his biohazard tattoo just above his drooling cock. Scotty, Simon said, it’s with great pleasure I tell you that you’ve tested positive for HIV and given that you only started taking poz cum a little under three weeks ago your Dad here has done an excellent job. I sat there, rock hard listening to Simon talk while realising exactly how much they had been talking about before I entered the exam room. I took the Doctors lead and stated getting undressed, quickly followed by Scotty. All three of us naked now, Simon walked towards me and roughly pushed me on the exam table, bent over with my ass ripe for the taking. Scotty got behind me and started to eat my ass, then while rubbing his drooling cock against my wet hole he said this is it dad, I’m allowed to fuck you now that I’m poz, that’s what you said. I didn’t hesitate and told Scotty to ram his cock in me and breed my tight hole. To my surprise Scotty fucked me so hard, he was an amazing top, at one point I hear Simon moaning, egging Scotty on to fuck me harder, and adding there was a decent amount of blood on Scotty’s cock as he was sliding in and out of my wet hole. Scotty’s thrusting started to slow and I thought he had cum inside me, but no, he slowed to allow Simon to slide his cock inside him. Here I was, my bleeding poz hole wrapped around my sons poz cock while he was getting fucked by his poz Doctor. It was fucking amazing and I started to cum without even touching my cock, shooting my poisonous cum on the exam bed. My ass muscles clamped down on Scotty’s cock as I came, triggering Scotty’s orgasm. He it goes Dad, take my Poz load, take my dirty devil seed. Get used to it Dad he said as I felt his cock expand in my hole, pumping his toxic load deep in my guts. Simon was now pounding Scotty’s hole pretty hard, I pulled myself of Scotty’s cock and allowed him to steady himself on the exam table as Simon pounded his hole. I started to scoop my poz cum off the exam table and moved behind Simon and started fingering my charged load in to his ass as he fucked by boy, it wasn’t long before he grabbed Scotty’s hips, pulling him closer so he was fully impaled on his cock and grunting as he shot his toxic load into my son. It was so fucking hot. We started to gather ourselves and while getting dressed discussed meeting up again and exchanging numbers. Simon informed us that he holds monthly orgies, with all guys either being poz or chasing. Without hesitating for a second Scotty said we’re in, we’re coming to all of them. Before leaving Simon asked what we had planned for the rest of the day and I said we’re heading to see a mate of mine that owns a tattoo parlour to get Scotty his first tattoo, a biohazard symbol of course and then heading to Club 80 tonight to give and take heaps of loads. I told Simon he’s welcome to join us and he said he might just do that.

PART 8 FINAL CHAPTER. I dipped my head in embarrassment. My cousin came over to me and stood in front of me, completely naked, awesome athletic body, thick cock, trimmed bush. I felt ill with the anxiety that filled me from what might happen, my Grandad was there, this kind of changed things,Tall, stocky with an air of authority, My Dad and Uncle, cowering away as he was bossing them. I felt he was going to beat me to teach me a lesson, so many questions filled my mind until I felt a warm wet cock press against my cheek. I opened my eyes to see my Grandad's cock pressed up against my face. I jumped back when I realised what he was doing. Robbie took him in his mouth, whilst my Dad was eating out Robbies arse, Cum on Dads lips and beard from Robbies arse, I guess Grandad had fucked him earlier. Uncle Will presented his hard cock at my mouth, Wait said Grandad, Steve has to please his Grandaddy first, Use Robbies mouth, you have been for years, Steve has always been my favourite and I am so going to fuck him good. Robbie looked up and passed grandads cock over to me. I lent forward and sniffed his cock. His scent filling my nose. It was even more intoxicating than Dads or Uncle Wills when it came straight from his musky body. I opened my mouth and slowly moved it onto his cock. His thick cock slid into my mouth and the curve up made it rub against the roof of my mouth. Robbie was now getting fucked by his Dad whilst sucking mine, we had odd glances at each other. My Grandad moaned in pleasure as he slid his dick deeper into my mouth. I moved back and forth, sucking his cock as he moaned out loud. I picked up the pace and sucked harder. Grandad loved this and put his hand on my head and started working my head back and forth up and down his cock, faster and faster he got. Will had cum in Robbies arse and had been replaced by my father in his cummy hole. I started tasting the salty precum oozing from grandads cock as I was forced up and down my own Grandfather's cock. He made me jump, I'm never going to get off at this pace." He said as he shoved his cock down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and started face fucking me. Hard and deep, his cock plunged into my throat and making me gag. My Dad had now cum in Robbie, Grandad ordered Will and Dad to suck on his nipples and Robbie to slide onto my dick, His arse was full of uncle and Dad cum, I slid my hard dick into a silk glove, pure exctacy, Robbie was taking his 3rd family dick within the hour. After a few thrusts my Grandad was squirting his cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop of it that hit my mouth. I pulled off his cock and I looked up at my grandad as his dick stood next to my face. I licked him clean. I sucked every last drop of cum that was left. Whilst I shot my load deep in Robbie as I made eye contact with my dad, he ruffled my hair looking pleased with me. Grandad told us were going away for the weekend to a special place. Robbie whispered to me whilst Grandad, Dad and Uncle were pouring drinks, can I fuck you when we share your bed. I looked at him, my Grandaddy, Dad and Uncle and know this is the life for me, I love these Men and look forward to years of "Family Bonding". As I climbed on the bed and let my cousin Robbie enter my arse, knowing I was going to be the family cumdump for these men tonight, I sniffed my poppers and groaned in ecstacy, As they gathered around me.

Well it's been a few months since I've been fucked and bred - just circumstances and haven't been "in heat", I guess. But yesterday the drought ended. There's a guy I've chatted with for a year or more on BBRT, but we've never hooked and I really thought he was just a flake, voyeur. Yesterday though he wanted to work my tits, which control all on me. I told him that when they're worked then I have to be fucked - just the way they're wired. He was thumbs up and gave me his address in Los Feliz (L.A.). Got up to his apartment and we chatted for a bit, smoked a little pot, chatted more. All the while he had a great fuck video on the big screen. As I began to relax and the pot kicked in I opened my shirt and began working my tits, which had been pumped. Well it took no time for him to take over and, man, did he know how to work them. Then almost without warning he lifted up my legs and went under and began to rim and tongue my hole. God, that turns me into a total pig for cock. He worked my hole and tits for almost an hour and I was in a completely frenzy, totally in heat. He would also switch off and give me the best cock sucking ever; I had to keep pushing him away to stop me from cumming. I don't like to cum until the very end, that keeps me hungry. I was beginning to fear that he couldn't fuck and all this great play was for naught. As he continued to work me to a frenzy in every way I kept moaning "Fuck me, fuck me". I had sucked his cock several times and it was thick, nice. Finally I got on all fours on the couch (he'd said he wanted to fuck me first doggy style), put on a pair of tit clamps, and he kept working my hole with his tongue, fingers and then, finally, his cock began to go on. He fucked like a Master - relentless and I was in ecstasy. I don't want drag this out but over the course of two+ hours he bred me three times - unbelievable. One time we fucked in front of the window with my bent onto the sill. That was totally hot thinking that others might be watching us. I kept hoping that others would walk in the door and take turns fucking me, but that'll be next time. In the meantime I also came 3 times, which I've never in my life done before! Usually I'm a one time cummer and then finish. Suffice to say that I hope he wants to bring my pig out again sometime. Oink!!

I went into the toilet and wiped my backside which was dripping with Bill's sperm and the residue of the night before with an old rag on the shelf. Bill told me some of the guys liked to wank with it. Then I grabbed a black bag and went off to empty the bins. I heard voices as I made my way upstairs, so a few guys had come in early. As I approached the TV room, I heard Arthur say "Yeah, he's a right little pig, alright. Nice tight hole to relieve yourself inside. Had him a couple of times" Then another man said. "Great! You're a dirty sod, Arthur! Does he know you're poz, then?" Arthur laughed. " Oh yeah! We've all had him and he knows our spunk is swimming with bugs!" "Well, " he said. "Just what I need. I could do with a fuck and shoot some dirty spunk up his slutty hole!" But I was less concerned about the conversation, and more about the second man's voice. Was it? Could it be? I peered cautiously around the door to see three naked men on the sofa - Arthur and a man I recognised from the flat I had visited. But it was the third man that made my heart skip a beat. Grandad! I had seen him in the pool on holiday before, but never naked. He lay back in the cushions, fat hairy body and balding head, and I saw for the first time the thick, stubby erection in his fist. I quietly moved back and fled downstairs. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" Laughed Bill when he saw my pale face. "What's up?" "I can't work today. I have to go." I said. "Whoa! Not so fast. What's up?" So I told him what I'd seen and he roared with laughter. "So Jim is your grandad, eh? Well well. I guess it runs in the family. He's a dirty old sod, but a nice fat arse. I've seeded it a few times." I was aghast. Not only was my grandfather here, but he was obviously poz if Bill had fucked him. "You're not going anywhere, Timmy. Get back up there and do your job." I looked at him and realised I could walk out. But I really didn't want to. My cock was swelling with excitement and I knew what I had to do. With increasing embarassment I went back up stairs. I paused outside the door. Could I really do this? Then, with a sigh, I walked into the room, avoiding eye contact with the men. "Here he is. Nice arse on it, eh?" Said Arthur, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to the sofa. I saw my grandad's shocked face as Arthur pushed me onto my knees, stood up and got behind me. "So, we 'ain't seen you for a while, Jim. What you been up to?" As he spoke, he slid his cock into my dripping hole and sighed happily. Grandad was red-faced and his mouth gaped in surprise. Arthur started to slowly fuck me as he waited for a reply. "Well, er... I've been...busy...you know." His eyes were glued to the cock sliding in and out of me.

I’m relatively new to this world of sex-crazed debauchery that is the Breeding Zone, and still finding my way as a fledgling cumdump. Last year I lost my partner of 25 years to cancer, and many aspects of my life have changed since then. Living out the fantasies I was unable to explore during that relationship is one of them. At this point, I cannot see myself ever being able to replicate what I had during those 25 years with another man, although that does not mean I am closed to the idea of a future relationship. However, I think that next time round, it will be more about companionship than love, but who knows? Whether or not a cumdump lifestyle precludes this, time will tell. I hope not. And as I can see myself settling down at some point with either a fellow cumdump bottom or a sympathetic top, at least that widens the field to some extent. In the mean time, I’m enjoying my new life as a cumdump. Although it doesn’t come anywhere near to filling the hole in my life left by my partner’s death, it’s certainly an adventure, and a very welcome distraction

Consider myself one lucky cumdump. I'm very fortunate to have a partner (15 years) who loves me unconditionally - something no one else has ever given me in my life - but still realizes I'm a BIG whore and crave bareback loads in my hungry hole all the time. There is a large age difference between us, 14 yrs. We met at a sex party, so he kinda knew what he was getting. In the beginning we did 3 ways together, but now he's only interested in playing with me, still allowing me to hook up with others for sex. He's very very vanilla. I am definitely the opposite, few limits. I tend to like to be in the submissive role and enjoy rougher sex. The dynamics of our relationship doesn't allow me to get into the headspace of subbing for him and he's afraid he'll hurt me and he's not able to cum from fucking me. ( The only time I get into real trouble with him is if I come home with a bunch of bruises). We still have sex, mostly me giving him blowjobs. I try not to abuse the privilege of being able to play with others - I only bring guys to the house after he's gone to bed and am not out every night chasing strange dick. Usually I only meet up with guys for a few hours play but occasionally might take off for a few days collecting loads in my hungry hole. I'm extremely grateful for him and his love.

CHAPTER ONE Please be kind in your reviews and I really hope you enjoy it. The tags in the story will give you an idea of where I plan on taking it. Through the eyes of Scotty: I hear it again, the faint sound of the shower running, my heart skips a beat. Some people say they feel butterflies in life’s tender moments, for me that was the sensation I felt every time I heard my father’s shower running; knowing I’d be able to sneak a glimpse of him, water cascading down his amazing well defined body. I’d been spying of Dean, my father since I was 16 when I first came to terms with my feelings towards other men and realising I’m gay. Jerking off, while watching him shower and knowing he was totally unaware of me doing so made it so much hotter! My mum and dad married and started a family very young, Dean is only 37, to my 17 years. They had my brother Beau one year before me and I think I’m blessed to have a young Dad and Brother. Unfortunately I lost my mother when I was 12, she passed in a car accident on her way to work. Since then it’s just been us boys with dad doing an amazing job of raising us. Beau is already at university studying, so it’s just dad and I living together and Beau visits some weekends and during term breaks from University. Our living arrangements make it easy for me to secretly watch my dad and get my fix, so to speak. And he doesn’t disappoint, as I watch him now, his back is resting against the shower wall, water flowing down his delicious smooth abs, his fat 9 inch cock in his right hand, being stroked casually, his left hand slowly caressing his ass cheek while he strokes himself, moaning in pleasure. I never get tired of this view, peaking through the gap in the door from dads bedroom and his ensuite bathroom, my briefs to my knees, stroking my boyish 8 inch cock, my eyes feasting on the vision of my dad wanking, I know I won’t last too long and hearing my dad’s moans increase, I’m propelled to my orgasm even faster. I see my father, through the steam in the bathroom, abs contracting, grunting, shooting ropes of cum from his massive tool, onto the glass of the shower. Wishing his cum was being sprayed over me, or better yet inside me. It was all too much , I started shooting my load into my left hand, still staring at dad in the shower as he milks the last of his load out. Ugh, I’m in heaven, but quickly snapped back to reality as I hear the shower turn off and the shower door open and close. With my left hand full of cum, I quickly lift my briefs with my right hand and run to my room, so as not to get caught. I make it back to my room and lay on my bed, another successful trip spying on dad, with my heart still racing, my cock only just starting to deflate, I rub my load all over my quivering asshole, wishing, hoping that one day it’ll be a load on and in my ass, delivered by my hot dad Dean himself. A boy can only dream right? ################################################################################# Through the eyes of Dean: Startled, I wake to my alarm blaring at 6am, with my morning wood throbbing, aching to take a piss, I lay there thankful its Friday with the weekend just around the corner. I hear music coming from my son’s room, so I know Scotty is already awake and no need to go and annoy him. He’s a good kid, great grades, excellent attitude and such a caring young man. He lost his mother early in life and he misses her dearly. He has applied himself at school to ensure he succeeds to honor his mother’s memory. He and I are more alike than he realises, you see I used to consider myself bisexual, however since the unexpected passing of my wife, I couldn’t bring myself to be intimate with another woman. So I started dating men exclusively and have never looked back. I’m actually somewhat of a perverted dick pig, versatile, with a thick poisonous 9 inch cock that makes guys go crazy and a hole that can take a damn good pounding, the harder the better, bareback of course, you see I’m a massive cum pig. I haven’t ever used a condom and that will never change. I say he and I have more in common than he realises because he’s been spying on me in the shower, I think for about a year or so. The first time I realised he was watching me he was 16 years old. He’s an amazing looking young man, six pack, smooth, cute as fuck and I think gay, or at least bisexual. I couldn’t believe I was the object of his adolescent desires, but be damned if I’m not going to get some enjoyment out of it and corrupt him in the process, like I said; I’m perverted. I’ve been putting on shows for him for a long time now, knowing he’s been watching me while I shower. I even set up a gopro camera in my room to film him watching me, so that I can focus on putting on a show and not taking a casual glance towards the door to see if he’s there. And to be fair, he was there pretty much every time I showered, stroking his hot cock, rubbing his abs while staring at me getting off. I always positioned myself in the shower so that my biohazard tattoo on my hip was clearly visible from his vantage point. I wonder if he’s put two and two together. He always blew what looked like a great load before sneaking back to his room after I’d climaxed and given him what he wanted to see. His 18th birthday is fast approaching and it’s something I’ve been looking forward to for a very long time.

Traditional MONOGAMY really doesn't work for 'popular' guys who have a (un) healthy (lol), ever-hungry 'ass-and-cock-hunting' spirit! Or as we call ourselves 'in the trade': SLUTS, CUMDUMPSTERS and PLAYERS! I have to say: it wasn't a role that came natural to me! I was a romantic fool for way too long! With the wrong candidates, all traditional cheaters! However, being turned poz by a much younger guy who himself had gotten tagged as a college-age-stripper just a couple years earlier sure changed that. After a pragmatic POW-WOW we agreed to be all-out barebackers! Now bare, UNSAFE, DNA-swapping promiscuity gives me a rush I never knew in the SAFE vanilla-sex days! Tragically comical is when I see some of the biggest whores known to me, dolled up in suit-and-tie for that big wedding with posy Facebook pictures and pretensions of 'happily-ever-after', all in the prime of their slut-lives! Yeah - NO - that ain't gonna work, two cheatin alley-cat whores looking all fake and faithful like goo-goo-eyed, fluffy kittens pretending not to have claws! "HA!!! I'll give that mess a year!" My predictions have all been wrong so far: both parties straight back to cheating and hawk-eyeing and accusing the other like imbeciles. So far none of those facebook farces have lasted a year... (not counting the pragmatics) I tried the 'traditional one-on-one' myself (with a series of... hmm maybe seven semi-to-permanent partners over the years) We all dabbled (with mutual agreement) with threeways and whatnot with varying success. Later learned that the ones who ACCUSE you of alleged infidelity are the biggest hypocrites with the darkest secrets. Maybe I could have made the one or other work... Had I known there was a wild, wild world of PROUD PROMISCUITY and a POSITIVELY RAW sex-embracing underground. On-line I found cues and clues which intrigued me: A sexy older guy in LA "looking for a 'house-boy' to use for himself, but the novice was encouraged and EXPECTED to TAKE ANY BUCK AND COCK, any SEED AND LOAD without a rubber..." No 'need-to-cheat', kid gets a free place to stay and all the cake and cock he can eat! WOW HOT! Then I came across a 'bareback group' on Yahoo a few years back, recruiting new members. New members would proudly pose, full body a smiling face showing, and accept that they would play well with ALL MEMBERS. One guy in particular brought a major chance to my 'aspiring slut' personna. Guy was young, tan, shaggy-haired blond, big smile, sprawled out in shorts and flip-flops on the hood of a red Jeep somewhere on a beach. "NEW BAREBACK RECRUIT!" I think it said! Gave his (first) name and some background information... The whole idea of random, unconventional sex gave me (the naive novice) a boner and an incredible tingling inside! I imagined: Hanging with bros, maybe having a 'wingman' (BOY-FRIEND) and maybe not, but fully accepting that each of us would be 'raw players' available to all at the drop of a hat! WHAT A RUSH! WHAT A CHALLENGE! Accepting that YOUR MAN or you yourself would TAKE A LOAD FROM A STRANGER and have it inside. This while you both get turned on by your raw promiscuity as you cuddle and sleep! THAT WOULD BE THE TICKET! An E-ticket at Disney! So I have a man now, married actually, but with full 'licence-to-fuck-raw' prenuptial. my 'pozzer' who is much younger than me, but according to him I'm 'more popular' and my tricks are hotter than his. He works a lot and can't 'sneak away' although his office is smack in the middle where any and all of the sexier and successful 'travelers' are withing a few hundred feet on the apps. He likes to bottom although he has a big dick. I'm the one giving him pep-talks and encouraging him to GO GET HIM. I'll only see some Scruff or Grindr pics later and if I'm lucky I'll sniff and feel the stranger's seed dripping from his hole! SO HOT! My (other) regular fuck-buddy is almost 20 years younger than me. Shaggy-haired wild boy! He is the biggest 'whore' I have ever known, scoring left and right, multiples in a day. He doesn't have to work as he has a wealthy sugar-daddy who tolerates his promiscuity. I too encourage him to GET CRACKING when a new hottie pops up on the app, presumably wanting to get fucked. His high 'SCORES' turn me on! Although I see rubbers all over the place, he only tops and most are bare. I'm especially turned on when a guy leaves out the front but there still is one or possibly two buck-naked in his room... and he says: "Why you still have your clothes on!" Then as I suck his dick he asks me if I can taste 'name-of-trick' on his cock. Saying yes and being excited he proceeds to fuck me. He loves sucking my cock and I hope one day he'll let me breed him... but he is nervous even about UD and feels 'safe' just being the top. Typically when we play, I wasn't the first and I won't be the last that day... turns me tha fuck on! Neither one of us cares for the 'tame vanilla' guys. One fuck and your time is up, buddy. And we get annoyed by hypocrites who get angry when it's time for a VD-warning! Well fucking see your doc, you princess and come back to play when you are good to go! If they clutch their man-purses and huff they are OUT OF THE GAME! BORING! I love the jaded, 'all-business-as-usual' attitudes of my crew of bb-bros!

clean out thoroughly and deeply several times. then fuck yourself with a big dildo (I use a 10 inch dildo, 6 around to warm up)then wait for like half an hour, and do it again.i always do that and never have any poopcidents. also the dildo is a good way to get deep lubed for the first few guys.once I have a few loads in me I usually don't need any more lube.

Ever since my childhood I can remember myself being fascinated by physical strength. As I later came to explore and understand my sexuality and my relationship towards masculinity, my fascination of physical strength transformed into a deeper sexual affinity towards muscularity. As I grew older and my overactive hormones coaxed my hand to my groin at least three or so times a day, I found myself only able to think about one thing: muscular men. Reflecting my sexual compulsion, my porn consumption consisted of watching muscular men working out and sweating in the gym, showing off their bodies, getting worshiped, or getting fucked. Anything portraying huge men being objectified and used got my cock hard. Naturally with time my sexual fixation only grew deeper, the men whom I worshiped got bigger, and the sex I enjoyed became sleazier and sluttier. Nowadays my fantasy has excelled beyond the idea of merely muscularity but to steroid use. Nothing turns me on more than the idea of a sweaty roided out muscle whore. At parties I always go for the absolute biggest, most muscular guys I can find in hopes of getting a load up my ass or shooting mine up their rock-hard worn out muscle cunts. Lucky for me it seems to often work out since those testosterone-junkies are so horned up from their cycles they can’t think about anything else other than sex. My dream is to find a juiced up bodybuilder whom I can watch develop and grow. While training with him at the gym I could worship his massive muscles at work and lick that juicer sweat off of every hard crevasse on his gargantuan body. I’d make him wear the most tight and revealing to show him off in public. And most importantly, I’d watch him at parties as all those horny fags desperately line up while he desperately tries to sate his insatiable, steroid-enhanced horniness by taking ever single cock and fist up his hungry hole until he finally wobbles out covered in cum all over his face, dripping cum out of his loosened up hole for everyone to see how big a roided whore he is. Of course afterwards I get to lick out all that cum from is worn hole and feed it to him for the extra protein intake. I'm curious if anyone here shares a similar fetish for muscularity and/or steroid use as I do. If so I wanna hear about it. Otherwise, I'm curious to what you all think...

My anon buddy was back from vacation and came over yesterday lunch time. He found me bent over in my living room. He walked up, played with my ass a little and then mounted me. He fucks so well. Loves looking at my fat ass bounce as he rides. Makes me beg for his load. After a good 10 minute pounding he finally started grunting and pumping his load deep. Definitely the hardest he has ever cum with me. He got up and left like usual. Later last night was watching tv with wife and I got this sudden urge to use restroom. Had to move pretty quick. I then released his massive load in the toilet. Told the wife it must have been the tacos for dinner.

Whoa... this guy's veiny cock and hairy belly are seriously HOT! 23 YO Latino escort giving me his ass raw

everyone is there to have a good time of something- so there is no wasting of time trying to set something up on line, you can try something different, watch others and to me just relaxing- walking around nude if you want. I do not know how much time I have wasted trying to set something up with someone met on line- in a way it is like the adult book stores where you know almost right away if you are going to pair up ( or more) with someone. Like last night- Sunday was at the adult book store which has a theater and is open to gays and straights) ( well one night is gay night and one night couples night) . Last night which was Sunday got fucked by this guy who had a huge thick cock and then twice in the arcade. So much better than on line games etc.

Part I I wasn’t always a piece of garbage. I once had been brought up in a nice conservative, middle class household and was track for a college career and a nice job someday into the future, but being a true-born trashy Asian slut I couldn’t resist the temptation of the pipe. It started out with weed, buying by the gram and smoking out of a bowl, escalated to buying ounces and taking monster hits out of grav bongs, then I would hop in my car, recklessly drive to a stranger’s house, and let him fuck me. Anything to get some dick, I didn’t care who it was, but I liked daddies and middle-aged men the most. Daddies are so much hornier, the way they touch your skin with their coarse, hungry hands. Then one day I was smoking with a 42-year-old daddy before we fucked. He was a big guy, about 5’11”, a little guido-looking with his hair gelled up, deep spray tan, gigantic muscles, and shades. He was wearing a tight black wife-beater, tight white pants, and flip flops. He pulled out a glass pipe and asked, “You into T?” “What’s that?” I asked, ready to try any drug he was about to offer. “Ever heard of crystal meth?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and shaking a little bag of white shards in front of me. I stared at it hungrily. I had tried molly and ecstasy before, but meth was a trashy drug, a drug I pictured wasted, twisted lowlifes smoke in trailers. I had never known it was even around in the area. “Hell yeah,” I responded. I was already high as I ever was, barely able to respond to his questions, but I snorted a line of coke a few minutes ago and was wide awake. My breaths were getting heavy and slow and I was getting tingly sensations all over my body. Hell I was horny. He took a small straw and measured out a few small crystals into the pipe. Little did I know how much and how potent those few shards actually turned out to be. Daddy showed me the ropes. “Here, hold the pipe to your lips and just tilt it sideways. I’m going to light and wait for the crystals to swirl around in the bowl. I’ll tell you when to start sucking.” He lit the lighter and held the flame just below the bowl. A few seconds passed and swirls start forming, getting thicker, until the bowl was a cloud of smoke so thick it was almost yellow. “Suck slowly, let it stream in through your mouth,” he instructed. I let the smoke trickle into my body, but it didn’t stop. The thick white smoke wasn’t thinning, so I sucked just a little bit harder. A rush of chemicals (it smelled like it) smacked me, but he gently held my face and told me to stay on the pipe. I sucked, and just coughed the T out of my nostrils. Finally, I left the pipe and sprayed the room with a brilliant cloud of thick white smoke that hung over our heads. “Fuck yeah, you cheap cunt,” Daddy growled. “You’re gonna get tweaked out tonight.” He himself took a small hit. He was saving it for me. He had plans for me. I took four more big hits, then he repacked the bowl and torched it, casually sucking in more smoke than I imagined possible. He grabbed me by the hair, pulled my lips to his, and shot gunned it into me. My head was spinning from the weed and the meth, and my skin felt like my whole body was meant to be penetrated in any way possible. I was unbearably horny. I had worn tight denim shorts that sagged below my g-string and a spaghetti strap cropped to my chest to reveal a small 4-pack. “Feeling good?” he asked. “Feeling dirty,” I purred. I crawled onto his bed dangled my head over the side. Guido Dad didn’t take off his pants, simply unzipping the fly to unleash a massive 8 inch meat rod with a giant thick head. I had prepared for this, with a painfully large butt plug crammed in my ass on the drive here. “You ready for this? My little slut?” He lit up a cigarette and slid his cock down my throat. It slid clumsily over my tongue, far too big for my mouth. The head was larger than a large strawberry. He pulled my mouth open and went deeper, resting the head until it just tickled the back of my throat. I slurped my tongue frantically along the top, trying to lick at the delicious head. He grabbed the sides of my face and slowly fucked me as I slurped his dick. It ached my jaws, but it was worth it. It smelled like his musk, and there was a light amount of hair around the base of his dick. After a few moments he would take out his dick and pour some water down my throat; my mouth was getting dry from the high. My mind was blown, the meth had opened up a nirvana for me while Guido Dad’s dick was pounding my throat and face until I gagged and spluttered thick globs of saliva over my face. This was what I was meant to do. I thought I had no purpose in life, but this was it. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and fed me a little more water. By now his dick was slobbering wet and drooping threads of saliva over my face. He smelled of fresh cigarettes, it was incredibly sexy. The room was spinning as I lay there panting, my face covered in his sweaty hairy balls. My face and chest felt hot and my heart was pounding quickly. “Fuck you, you’re just a hole, aren’t you?” He grumbled. “You live at home with Mommy and Daddy, boy?” “No,” I gasped, globs of spit flowing from my open mouth, down to my cheeks, and sticking onto his balls. “Good, cuz you’re not gonna see them for a while. I have bigger plans for you,” he grunted. He looked so hot in that wife beater. His face looked sadistic, like he was taking pleasure in seeing how much he’s degraded me with just ten minutes of deep throat. “I’m not gonna let some hungry nineteen-year-old pussy go to waste like this.” I was OK with that. I was ready to sign myself over to him to be his whore, his property that he can use and rent, a place where he dumps his loads. His dick was now rock hard, a magnificent club of meat, a deadly sperm gun. He emptied his little bag into his silicon lube, shook it up, and started liberally applying it to my hole along with motor oil. “After I fuck this trashy little butt, I’m going to make a few bucks off of you,” he grunted. “But I’m not going to do it without your consent. If you want me to be your pimp daddy, it’s for life until I’m done with that hole. If you agree to this, there’s no turning back. I own you, and I’ll drug you up with meth, pot, poppers, and crack everyday, and you will serve any man who needs a pussy. I’ll make sure you’re black-out high every minute you’re awake. I’ll have you gangbanged in motel rooms, take a quick load in a public bathroom, tied up in bathhouses, maybe even parties here. You are a worthless, trashy, tweaked up cumdump, and you know it. So what do you say?” My head was spinning, and the moments between blinks started feeling very long. Holy shit, I was flying. “Hell yeah,” I moaned through my sloppy wetness. He grinned like a devil. This guy was a bad man, alright, but everything he said was true. I knew why I was put on this earth now, and he was going to guide me to my ultimate goal: to just be a fuckhole, that is what boys are meant to do for men, and that is all I’m worth. “Before I wreck that little slit permanently, I’m gonna reward you for your answer,” he said. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a dirty sock and a bottle of Maximum Impact, sprayed it, and slammed it over my face. A rush of chemicals was flooding into my system, and all of a sudden there was nothing. I ass was on fire, desperate for cock, and I moaned under the sock as the impact continued to attack me, funneling sluttiness into my blood. I had blacked out and my eyes stared into nothingness as Guido Dad removed the sock, and I could barely hear I was so tweaked out and fucked up. I could see him prepare a syringe above my head, but the room was spinning so fast, I couldn’t focus on it. I felt a sudden tightness on my arm. “Flex,” he commanded, and I responded, and he tied a belt around my bicep. I heard him moving around me and slowly inserted the needle into a large vein. I felt the prick, but my body was so relaxed I didn’t even react. I felt it take back some blood, then go deeper, deeper, deeper...

After I was first pozzed in February 2006, I went to STD clinic for the test: the result was not satisfying. I was still neg. Although the doctor advised me to be prudent and practice safe sex, I immediately began searching for a guy who would poz me. It didn't took to much time and I found one. He was a Skaterboy and all of 22 years old. In the beginning I thought he might be a fake, but then he wanted to exchange telephone numbers. We made a date for later the same day. Several hours had to pass before we could get together, so we spoke by telephone a couple of times. I guess he was testing me to make sure I wouldn't flake-out. Little did he appreciate how badly I wanted his poz load, so I was prepared to follow-through with his directions, however unlikely they seemed. At the appointed hour, I was in my bed, naked, douched, and showered, with a blindfold across my eyes. The front door was unlocked (although closed). I was naturally nervous when the doorbell rang. Was it Skaterboy or another chance visitor? Perhaps my mother was in the vicinity and choose this inopportune moment to drop by! I heard the door open and close, and the deadbolt shooting home. Good. No chance of an accidental visitor. I then heard footsteps on the staircase. They came closer and closer, entered the bedroom. He was here. I then recognized the soft smell of poppers. He hold the bottle under my nose and asked: "Well, are you sure you wanna be pozzed?" After some seconds of reflecting I whispered "Yes, I am." He pushed me into position saying only "Open your mouth, bitch." His rock-hard pozzer was demanding entrance. He clearly wanted to be blown, and I was happy to provide the service. Besides, his poz cock tasted fantastic. After I pleasured him for a few minutes, he apparently decided to move to the next stage of the pozzing, because he withdrew from my mouth. Within seconds I was treated to the sensation of his tongue laving my crack and digging around my ass lips. Sweet! He was apparently very experienced, because he rimmed me very well. I moaned loudly to register my pleasure. This seemed to animate him because he entered deeper and deeper with his tongue, his spit thoroughly lubricating me. I was ready. Then he again held the poppers under my nose saying "Sniff again baby." I sniffed, but but he apparently thought I would need more, so he insisted I take an additional huff or two. Then I felt his lubed poz cock entering my hole. It was a mix of pain, horniness and mental connection. It also felt wonderful. He fucked me hard and deep and I registered how readily my hole had opened-up for him, almost as if my hole itself was desperate to be pozzed. A moment of pain shot through my body as he began to pound harder, but he was quick to remark "Sorry, if hurts, buddy, but you said you wanted my poz cum, and you will get it!" He fucked deeper and harder and I only felt horny and wanted him to poz me and started to beg for his poz cum: "Give me your load! I want your poz load! You fucking pig! Poz me!" He paused briefly to have me sniff poppers once more, three times per nostril, deeply inhaled. "You want it bitch?" he asked and I replied "Fuck yeah, man! Poz me!" He then he pulled away my blindfold in one quick motion, and I could see: he was truly as cute as on the photo he had sent. In the same moment he groaned: "Here you are bitch" and pushed his poz cock deep inside, his cum blowing deep up my hole. I was in heaven. I could feel his warm juice soaking into my body. My mind and body were throughly sated. He stayed in position for a a minute or two, undoubtedly catching his breath. He wiggled his cock a bit before he pulled out. His cock was slimy and bloody; he smiled saying "Well, I think you have got it." I think so too.

I had been talking to this guy on-line for a couple of weeks. He'd responded to my craigslist ad. I said I was a non-passable white crossdresser, kind of a guy in a skirt type, looking to give a bj. I had a blurry pic of me in a short leather skirt and thigh high stockings. He said he loved my pic and wanted to fuck my lips, but I saw a pic of his cock and thought no way, that black monster is way too big. In our chats, he asked if I liked "BB", I foolishly said yes, thinking that was Big Black (since he was a big black guy). He asked if I'd try a blindfold, I said cool. So after he promised he'd take it easy on me, and telling him there was no way I could deep throat a cock that big, he invited me over to his place. I put on that black leather mini skirt, thigh high fishnet stockings, a tight white blouse, and pumps. Although not passable, guys I gave head to in this outfit always wanted my ass, but I just did oral. Mark answered the side door after I parked in his garage, as he wanted to be discreet. He got me a drink, and after some small talk, he just whipped out his massive cock. It had to be 7 or 8 inches, soft. I got on my knees, and got to work. At this point, I could take it all in my mouth, but he was starting to stiffen up, so I placed my hand on the base of his shaft. He said I was being a good slut, but to drop the hand. I did as I was told. Mark then said he had the blindfold, and not seeing might help. It did make sense to me at the time, so he put it on. He said I was taking it much deeper without seeing, so it was working. Mark asked how my knees were feeling, I said they were OK, but he offered to guide me to the bedroom where things were a little softer. Mark was being very kind, so I let him guide me to the other room. Mark had me kneel, and said I could lean forward, as there was a little bench. What a nice guy. As I have my arms on the bench, sucking on that huge cock in the dark, all of the sudden, my arms and legs are grabbed. Mark pulls his cock out and starts laughing. It feels like there are restraints on the bench for my wrists, and ankles on the floor. There are other men laughing too. What the fuck is going on I ask. Mark asks if I'm ready for my bareback breeding. I say no way! He says I agreed to bareback, and there was no turning back now. My panties are cut off and my ass quickly lubed. I started to scream, right when they gagged me. The first cock in my ass felt like it was as big as a thermos! I was crying while they laughed. The fucking of my virgin ass continued for what seemed like forever then stopped. Oh god! I had a man cumming in my ass! Once he pulled out, I could feel his cum running down my leg, but I thought at least it was over. Boy was I wrong. Mark sad that I was just fucked by Justin, a skinny white guy with a 6 inch cock. That was 6 inches??? Oh shit.... So for what felt like hours I was fucked by several men, and cocks kept getting a little bigger, and hurting less for some reason. I was starting to like the feeling... Finally Mark said it was his turn. His huge cock slid in without too much problems, but it went REAL deep. He was fucking me slowly at first then asked if I was worried about AIDS. I shook my head yes. He said I was a silly little cunt, he was HIV poz and I never asked! OH SHIT! I tried to buck him off and push him out, this just made him piston fuck me harder. He buried his cock deep and said his dirty seed was going in my ass now, and I could feel it hot in my guts. For the next 2 days, I was kept bound, and every now and then fucked. The guys would tell me how sweet my ass was, and how hard it was to get a guy willing to take poz loads. I was far from willing, but Mark had told them I was going to act surprised. Then I was punched a couple of times in the head until I passed out. I woke up in my car, on the other side of town. Cum and blood on my legs, in my girl clothes, in the parking lot of a shopping center. The house where it happened was abandoned that day, with an eviction notice over a month old on the door. The e-mail account closed. So I was set up, and raped. Now I'm waiting to find out if they lied about being poz, or if I'm infected too.....

FEELING LOW, FEELING HIGH (How Low Will I Go . . . continued) Well there was no surprise what happened about a week later: I woke up feeling like shit. Worse than shit. I was sweaty and feverish and achy all over. Yup, the fuck flu was beginning to kick my ass. Despite the fatigue, I had enough mental brain power to do a little calendar calculation in my head. I supposed it is possible that taking all of those loads from the AIDS patients at the hospice could infect me severely enough to kick in after a week. Could it? Part of me was still thinking (and maybe hoping) that it was from that first day, with that first skinny wasting man who passed me off at the bathhouse. I knew my 'hope' was a little stupid - it could have come from any of them. Or Stu or David. Or a combination. I could be carrying all of their HIV babies all at once! My stomach was rolling and my mind was spinning. Actually, that was the room. I was thinking too hard about it: I had gotten what I wanted. What was next? I really did feel like shit, but my dick was standing at full mast and I was fucking horny, knowing I was finally a part of The Brotherhood. Even though I really didn’t have the energy, I dragged my sickly ass out of bed, cleaned myself up (and out), pulled on a jock strap, a pair of nylon trackies and a tee shirt, then headed out. I wanted to go back to where it all began. So I hopped a cab just outside of my building. The cabbie kept eyeing me in the rear view mirror and after a minute or so kindly asked “You feeling alright, buddy?” “I’m, uh, just a little under the weather,” I replied, "but nothing to worry about. I’m on my way to get a little more . . . medicine.” He dropped me off at the corner and I walked the few doors down to the black door of the hidden bathhouse. I carefully made my way down the stairs, praying that my legs would hold me up all the way down. The same guy was behind the desk and I slipped him the entrance fee. He squinted at me. He knew. “You okay?” he asked. I wondered just what answer was the right one in these circumstances. T o hell with it. “Fuck flu,” I blurted out. Just then out came the first guy from that first time, the frail and sick looking one. He was smiling at me, and his cock stood mighty and hard. “Time to finish what we started,” he said in a husky voice. He didn’t give me time to undress or find somewhere more comfortable to fuck. He simply pulled me around the corner, yanked my pants down and entered my ass, slam-fucking me hard, with only the precum from his big cock as lube. I was too exhausted to make much of a fuss over the discomfort, and besides, it always feels great to have a man up in my hole, even if it was, on occasion, a literal pain in the ass. For such a slight looking man, his hands gripped my hips quite strongly, his bony fingers digging into me while his big bone dug into my greedy fuck hole. He slammed into me hard, really hard, clearly trying to tear me up inside so that he could ensure a clear path of travel for his potent toxic seed to enter into me again. I closed my eyes for a minute, basking in the hypnotic sound of our skin smacking into one another again and again. I could have died right then and there and would have been one happy pig. He pounded my insides to mush, and he was sweating quite a bit and breathing hard, so I knew that it wouldn’t be much longer. His grip on my hips grew painful as he growled like some sort of wounded animal, his cock swelling inside of me and depositing his viral load into me once again, most certainly impregnating me. He remained in side my ass until his cock grew soft and slid out of my wet and sloppy hole on its own accord. Reaching down, the guy reached down and massaged the cum that had leaked out into my swollen and tender ass. I had expected the other guys who had come to watch to step up and take their turns on me but, much to my disappointment, they didn’t. Instead, he pulled my pants back into place and led me out front where he put his clothes on and guided me back the way I’d come. Turning to him I asked “What’s going on?” “I’ve got something special in mind for you,” he replied with an evil glint in his eyes. Well my initial disappointment vanished instantly and my cock sprang back to life. We took our time slowly ascended the stairs up to street level. I think that we both felt like shit, but somehow we both walked unhindered, and he guided me to a nearby park. I had been by here before but usually avoided it, having seen some of the wasted burn-out types who hung out there all the time. After having been used like a whore as I have been lately, I knew now that I was in no position to judge them. It also occurred to me that I still didn’t know the guy's name but I was following him around like a lost puppy. And he seemed to know a lot of the guys we passed. Perhaps he was one of them. I wondered if that was how he got infected, sharing needles or something. “You think you’ve gone down the rabbit hole? ou've only just stepped through the entrance,” he commented, smirking. “I can tell that you are not the type of pig who will be satisfied until you’re completely degraded and trashed.” My mind was telling me that I didn’t like the sounds of that, but I couldn’t ignore the enormous tent sticking out in front of my pants. Damn this thing sometimes! “We could have stayed at the bathhouse and let all of those guys used you again. But let's face it - been there, done that. You need something new, don’t you? Something . . . more? My heart was pounding hard and my breathing was already more of a pant. How did this guy get into my head like that? I just nodded at him, knowing that everything he said about me was right. I would trust that he would know just what it would take to satisfy my inner pig. He finally stopped at a group of some seven guys, all looking really rough and tough. They didn’t look to be homeless, just really sort of seedy looking. I guess they were just hanging out looking for something to do. Or some-ONE. He pulled one guy away and spoke very quietly to him for several minutes. Every so often they would both look over at me, and the man he was talking to would raise his eyebrows sometimes or smirk at me. When they finished whispering, they both looked at me and said, “Let’s go,” and I, along with the others, walked over to a beat up old van at the other end of the park. It was filthy inside and the back had no seats. One of the guys, a big man who was real hairy bear, grabbed hold of me and pulled me to his lap. “Why don’t you sit on me until we get there?” he growled into my ear. I figured ‘Fine, I’m sure his lap is much more comfortable than the floor’, so I smiled at him. “Well go ahead, lose the pants,” he snapped at me. Duh, he really wanted me to sit on him! Also fine by me, so I stood and shucked off my pants, and then straddled his lap, working his already hard cock out of his pants. One load in my hole helped get his fat uncut cock into my hungry hole. And I do mean fat. He wasn’t longer than seven inches, but he had to be more than that around! I fucking loved feeling his cock stretch my hole open wide. I leaned my head back and smiled to myself, not even particularly aware of the other guys watching me. Only his cock and my hole. He started talking to me, so I snapped out of my personal daze and looked at his face. He was actually quite handsome. I have always loved a bear. He didn’t look skinny enough to be a junkie, not that I had much experience. I’ve always been a lightweight when it comes to substances. “You are a good little whore, aren’t ya'?” he asked, adding “Fuck, your ass feels good on my cock. I’m going to enjoy using you plenty,” he growled as he thrust his hips up to get as much of his cock into my hole as was possible. He continued to growl and rut up into my lusting hole, but after a few minutes I tuned into the other guys complaining to him that he was hogging the hole. Evidently they all wanted their turn. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Get off,” he said to me, shoving me off of his still throbbing dick. My friend who had brought me to these guys was sitting up front with the driver and one other man, so that left me in the back with four guys other than the one who had already been in me. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.... I didn’t have to bother choosing between them, as the first guy nearest me tossed me down to me knees, shuffled on his knees behind me and hammered his dick balls deep inside me. I howled from the shock of it. He wasn’t all that big, but I wasn’t wide open and gaping just yet so my hole needed to adjust to the sudden invasion. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he snarled, ramming into me over and over again. He pounded me like this for just a couple of minutes and then I was dragged onto the next guy, and the next and the next. By this time my hole had loosened up good and was feeling really sloppy. Also by this time we had reached our destination. The van stopped and the side door slid wide open, exposing me in all of my nakedness to anyone who might pass by. The man who I now recognized as the leader of the group (and the driver of the van) grabbed my clothes from the floor of the van and just nodded his head in the direction of the house where we were parked. Luckily as I peeked out I couldn’t see any other houses in close proximity, so I didn’t have to worry about making the naked sprint to the front door. I could feel cum from my first fuck (plus all of their precum and surely some blood) trickling down the insides of my legs as I walked, and my cock got stiffer. Something about feeling cum running down my legs reminds me that I was a whore, which excited me more than ever. They led me down to a rough and unfinished basement, with little in the way of furniture. Or light, for that matter. Just a beat up old sofa, a few folding chairs, and some exposed metal posts and wooden beams. Charming. The leader suddenly grabbed my hands and in a flash, before I could register what was happening, he had me chained to one of the metal posts in the middle of the room. From there he sauntered over to a dark corner where I heard him dragging something. Then he and one of the other guys picked it up -looked to me like they’d build their own fuck bench. Two of the other guys took hold of my legs and lifted me up in the air, which made me feel very much like a frog: arms out in front of me, legs back and splayed, stomach facing down. The fuck bench was slid in place under me and I was set down on top of it. “This’ll be your home until we’re done with you,” the leader said, patting the bench. “Almost all of us have had a turn in you, but not quite. But as none of us have unloaded in you yet, we‘ve got some work ahead of us.” With that, I could hear him unbuckling his pants and saw him kick them off to the side. He entered me and took hold of my hips while he took his time in me. It was a very good fuck, not rough, but not slow and tender either. Just good quality dick in a hungry pig hole. He had stamina, too. He kept it up for a good 20-30 minutes and wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. Another 10 minutes and he leaned himself down on top of me so he could whisper in my ear. “I just got back from Cuba a couple of months ago. I brought something back with me . . . and it didn't come from the duty-free,” he told me, in a cross between a whisper and a growl, his breath so hot and stimulating against my ear. I felt an instant rush slam through my body. This guy was seriously telling me that he was a carrier of the Cuban strain? I felt a moment of panic, but shoved it down just as quickly. It was what it was. I was a cumwhore, made to take loads - all of them. And I had heard many guys were deliberately seeking out the deadly and untreatable Cuban strain. "Please, fill me with you poison seed!" I yelled. "Come on, knock me up with that toxic cum!!" “Here it cums, slut, my fucking deadly cum going inside you,” he growled in my ear as I felt him tense and his cock expanded and exploded inside me, filling me with his intensely viral seed. My balls exploded at that exact moment, emptying into my mesh jock strap and leaking out in a puddle beneath me. I just dropped my head, moaned through our simultaneous orgasms, and revelled in the entire feeling of freedom and pig sex that had eluded me my entire life. Now I was the way I was meant to be. Over the course of the next couple of hours the guys all had their turns on me, and I learned that they met at a special clinic that was studying the most deadly and untreatable of all HIV strains out there. And they all came together to combine their DNA into some seriously effective and highly toxic strain of HIV. Inside of my body. Yes, the terror was still there, but it didn’t stamp out the sheer lust and thrill that consumed me. I was a bitch in heat now, and no deadly strain was going to stop me from being the biggest cumwhore I could possibly be. The guys actually kept me there for a couple of days, letting me move around freely only long enough to stretch my legs and to rehydrate. No food. I was fucked beyond fucked. My asshole was now a permanently gaping sloppy cavern, and the guys could just dive balls deep into me with not even a flinch from me. I could still feel them inside of me, but I’d been stretched and torn up enough to be able to accommodate anything. But it was that Cuban load that really opened the floodgates to all of the depravity that I experienced over the course of those couple of days. Maybe I’ll get into a little more detail . . .

The Orlando Metro area (Orlando, Kissimmee and Sanford) is ranked number 2 for the rates of new HIV cases. Miami Dade is ranked number 1 in the country.

A couple of months back, I had recently turned 26 and I was looking to be a little more socially responsible. I wanted to be able to help those in need by sharing my talents and strengths. Being gay myself, I thought that volunteering at the local AIDS Hospice would be a good way for me to do that. I called and spoke with Brian, the director, and he suggested that I come in and tour the place to see if I thought that I would fit in. On the day of my interview I showed up full of anticipation. Brian had me fill out an application and then gave me a tour of the place. There were a dozen men currently living there, all in different stages of being affected by the virus. Some guys looked completely healthy and others were more visibly ill. When the tour concluded, Brian suggested that I spend some time with one of the residents. He walked me down the hall and knocked on the bedroom door at the end. When it opened, Brian said, “Hiya, Francis! I’ve given Alex here the grand tour. I think he likes the place. Could you, maybe, give him the lowdown on living here? You know…an insider’s viewpoint.” I should tell you about Francis. He was my height and very thin. He obviously had lost a lot of weight. His sweatpants hung from his bony hips. What appeared to be a pretty sizable cock bobbed enticingly against the grey fleece material. His tank top loosely covered his torso. His face was still quite handsome…gaunt but cheerful. Francis always had a smile…at least for me. Francis invited me into his room. There were no chairs so he had me sit on his bed and he sat down next to me. “So,” he said, “do you like the place? You thinking of working here?” I told him that I was impressed with the setup. “Brian said I could start out working the overnight awake shift. I’d be alone but, he told me not to be concerned because nothing much ever happens during those hours. I’m sure I could handle the work. You know…I’ve always wanted to be in a job where I could be of service!” Francis told me about his fellow house mates. He made a point of reminding me that these weren’t just patients. They were flesh and blood men with wants and needs of their own. I responded that, if I worked there, I’d do anything I could to improve their day to day lives. Of course, I ended up taking the job. I started the following week and, on my first night, after everyone else was settled in for the night, I rapped on Francis’ door and poked my head in. “Hey!” he called out. “Come on in!” He was just wearing an old frayed bathrobe that dangled from his skinny frame. He got up and joined me in sitting on the edge of his bed. I told him that I was just checking to make sure he was set for the night. “Thanks!” he said. “That’s real thoughtful of you, Alex! I like you! In fact…I like you A LOT!” With that, he leaned over and brushed his lips against mine. Without much thought, I kissed him back. His hand caressed my knee. “Remember?” he said. “Remember when you told me that you wanted to be of service to the residents here?” “Sure!” I said. He continued. “When we found out you were coming to work here, we all talked it over. Now…I could tell you what we need most…but here, let me show you.” That said, he put his hands on my shoulders and guided me back onto the bed. He followed me down so he that was laying on top of me. His sunken chest pressed against me. His lips locked on to mine. At the same time his hand slid over my crotch and began a gentle squeezing. “We may be sick…but we’re MEN, you know. Men with NEEDS. And right now, Alex, I need YOU!” I wasn’t sure how far Francis was going to go with this but I didn’t mind making out with him. Like I said…he was a good-looking guy and his urgency was contagious. How could I say no? He opened the drawer on his bedside table and took out a small bottle. “Here, Baby…take a hit of my poppers here!” They must have been fresh and, whatever they were, they were awfully strong. My mind spun off into the void. I was utterly relaxed and felt an indescribable bliss. I was remotely aware that my pants and briefs were getting tugged down off me. When I began to re-focus, I realized that his hand was tugging and stroking my dick which, naturally, began to swell and harden. “Take some more!” his voice said and off I went again. When my vision cleared, there stood Francis, between my legs, raising my legs up to his shoulders. His bathrobe had parted, revealing a stiff cock that was already dripping toxic goo. He leaned close. “And AGAIN!” the voice commanded. He held the bottle in place so that I had to take 4 or 5 breaths of the heady vapors. That really sent me to the moon. Fucking heavenly! As I returned to earth, I became aware of a rocking motion. The cause was soon apparent. Francis had entered me and was thrusting forcefully against my upturned ass. I could feel his cock sawing back and forth. His speed increased and his breathing grew ragged “FUCK! HERE I COME!” he shouted as he pushed into me one last time and held himself in place, his cock spasming repeatedly. Although he had emptied his balls deep inside me, he didn’t withdraw, opting to stay on top of me, his dick plugging my hole. “Come on, Baby! Let’s give my seed time to latch on…start to grow in you. I kinda wanna be the one that knocks you up!” As we lay there, he explained that all the men in the hospice had decided that what they needed most was for someone like me to be their willing partner whenever they wanted to breed. Most of them felt shunned by society and hadn’t been able to fuck a bottom like me in a long, long time. They wanted to be able to use me during the night hours as they would a lover. They wanted someone that wouldn’t say no to receiving their dirty seed! Francis asked, “Are you willing to do this for us?” Again, how could I say no? That was several months ago. Since then, some residents have died and new ones have replaced them, but night after night I’m there to service them…my 12 Poz Lovers.

Congratulations @DarkroomTaker For a great story!!!

I went 14 months with an undiagnosed LGV infection and saw 16 doctors until it was finally diagnosed. You don’t want to go through living hell like I had to endure. Get on doxycycline for 21 days. ASAP

Your a good man !

My Poz story It had taken me a long time to finally decided what It was I to do and be. It was on this day I found both and more. This story is true for the most part and let’s says I didn’t know back then what I was truly being offered. I was eighteen years old young dumb and usual full of cum I got myself a job working on a drilling crew most of the crews where of older guys that really can turn me on my fuck hole never twitched I know a good bottom and should take it load. But I was the new guy and I decided to see how things went, it wasn’t until my third trip out a found myself at a very remote mine site and was told that the call was gay. I think it was supposed to frighten me, but instead I wondered if I could get a load. I looked over the cook and decided that any cock would do, and I was also totally surprised with the bodies of the guys that I would to spend the next six weeks with that were fucking hot really. The mornings We’re very cold and so you put on a few layers of clothing to keep warm, but by lunch time the temperature had risen to my great delight bull that they were now wearing were each a tight, pair of shorts, I could see the outline of their beautiful, cocks. As I was working I would dream of each one of them taking my ass in tern and fucking me hard. This day was one of the hottest we had so far faced; we had some real hot ones like 480 C but today was 520 C in the shade but there was none, only the small amount that our drill rig produced. Base camp was about a twenty minute drive from our location across a searing aussy desert to a small slice of paradise in the unforgiving land. My job that’s easy, I had to get to camp and get what I was told were essential supplies this being an ice cream each a two litre coke and a small black bag That one of the guys said would make the afternoon fun. I didn’t’t know then the fun that could be had on poppers. I arrived back at the drill rig and didn’t notice it first that both men will now naked and were both sporting good size cocks. I was in bottom heaven here I was being offered two 8” cock to suck, I was hoping for more I wanted to feel each one deep inside me working his load into the walls of my ass. I was asked had ever been fucked? And would I like to try I had been with a few of my school mates but they never had cocks like I was looking at now. One of my work makes placed his cock near my lips and I took no more prompting and I started to suck with all my abilities I didn’t have many but I was told I was able to really suck,cock well. I licked with envy these low hanging balls I love guys that have low hanging swinging balls that slap against my chin. While the guy fucking my face the other came up behind and asked was I ready to take a real man’s cock I could already feel his tongue darting in and out of my tight hole. all I could say was yer fuck me, I really didn’t know what I was going to happened but I had always dreamed of something like this I wasn’t going to stop myself now. I had never tried poppers’ before and as I inhaled he shoved the bottle under my nose I’d took a big breath in and he blocked off one side of my nose, he made me hold my breath until I could no longer I immediately inhaled and he blocked the other side of my nose and I inhaled another fresh do of poppers, again he made me hold my breath until I was sure I was going to pass out I remember he said something about once he starts he doesn’t stop you also didn’t like rubber and the next thing I remember is this great burning, shooting pain like I had never felt before. I wanted him to stop but all my body and mouth could say was fuck me harder. I wanted to work through the pain as I had read on the net that once it goes there is nothing greater than enjoying a man’s cock fucking you hard balls deep. And yes it took a little while but when the pain: was gone I was in pig heaven, I didn’t’t realize how much I would enjoy being someone’s fuck toy and wanting to feel their load being deposited deep inside me. It is I have to say this point he leaned forward and asked did I want his gift and of course unknowing want this meant I agreed in fact he told me to beg for it, he told me he was going to rip my in sides apart so his gift, his babies, his seed, my new life could begin, I needed another toke on the poppers to keep my hole just right for my top who is now piston fucking while I was begging him to seed my hole and home feeling his cock enlarge inside me to almost believe it to a steel cock almost 9.2” long if he can’t be far off I can feel he tense up and then feel his warm toxic AIDS poison load being worked deep in my guts. I was told I would be in pain but a good pain for several days ( yer ) coz he had ripped up my guts ploughed me deep so his AIDS babies could grow in my body his seed. I did not understand what he meant I wanted HIV babies not AIDS babies. It’s not until they swapped places and I start to suck his cock to taste and see the amount of blood and cum on his,cock and the spiked PA not a huge one but one big enough to do the right amount of damage to help poz me, and the bio hazard tat right above his cock. I knew what the bio symbol meant, but not as a tat, But I was going to learn. If this what day one was like I was looking forward to going to work for the next six weeks being ripped and breed I would become poz and so much more. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi guys this is my first attempt in writing any thing like this please let me know what you think. If its ok I have more. Cheers Aussie-vers

That's what December 1st is for. Also, AIDS was unknown in 1970, when the first Pride march was held. Your request for "socially responsible comments" is homophobic. I suggest you learn about the consequences of sexual repression and the sexual revolution more broadly.

Damn, I had a similar experience scott0882 with a cute discreet guy here at the Animal Kingdom Lodge. He left his door open for me to walk in and blow him before swelling his load and leaving. Really wish we were able to do more

I have not had much success with long term seriously committed relationships, but with no pressure or expectations I have had “regulars” for an amazingly long time. We have had various agreed limits on what we do but no schedule. Hope this helps.

One time at Steamworks Chicago I was wandering around taking loads. Got towards the end of the night and knew I wanted to plant my load in a bottom soon. There was quite a crowd gathered around one of the glory hole booths in which a guy was taking a good pounding. Watched a couple guys dump loads in him and take off and none of the remaining like 7-8 guys around watching made a move. Everyone just kept looking at this cunt down on his knees. I thought I was waiting my turn then when discovered that not to be the case I stepped in surprised no one wanted to fuck. Ill be dammed if his hole wasn’t one of the nicest I’ve ever been in. Not tight but still with some good grip for my cock. Warm. Wet with cum. Silky smooth. Mmmmm. It was nice. I pumped him for just a min or two and gave him what I know he wanted quickly so he can get more after me. (How polite of me I thought.) A few weeks later I was looking around the internet and saw a pornstar with the exact same tattoos down his back as the bottom I fucked that night. His name is Shane Frost. Sent him a message and he confirmed it was him. How fun... it was the first time I fucked a porn star but definitely not the last.

I love musclemen! But in all the years I've been fucking, I've never ever had one. In my experience, most of these guys are straight or they just like to do others who look like them. And the really freaky big boys are mostly bottoms. That's been my experience, if it counts for anything. I have long had this muscle fetish. A couple years ago, I started this catch-and-release program at my gym. I'd try to chat up the beef, see where their interest lies, but without coming on to them. I'm sure their homo meter is highly attuned to know which ones to ward off. It's like bird watching - I see a beefy guy, I ogle a bit, and then I let them go. I saw the beef. That's about it. I can never take them home with me. One of the reasons I got into bodybuilding was because I wanted this type of guy. If I can't have it, maybe I can BE that guy for someone else. My late husband looked at me and saw beef. I looked in the mirror and saw a sack of potatoes with a mohawk. So far, I look fit but by no means contest ready. I'm okay with never being Mr Olympia, because that's not really the goal. But just once - I'd love to get bred by some roided up monster with an amazing dick, and sweats like a pig during the breeding, and maybe his amazing DNA will merge with mine a bit and I can grow to look like him because of the cum injection. That's probably more fantasy because it doesn't work that way, but a fag can dream!

Would experiencing Schadenfreude encompass situations in which I have inflicted the damage? I thought it had to be a matter of happenstance. In principle, I see little difference from paddling a boy's behind until he can't sit down or slapping a bitch while you're fucking him/her. There's no direct justification for the pain and violence, but I enjoy it (and the victim might also). I think this response is partly conditioned. When I was younger, I encountered a string of boys who begged me to fuck them hard, then screamed bloody murder at the first twinge of pain. As a convinced non-rapist, I withdrew immediately at their insistence. I was not being rough at that point. Perhaps my penis has a naturally cruel geometry, but I rather think these boys just failed to understand the inherent difficulties of rectal intercourse. For most receivers, it is usually going to hurt a bit for some time. It's just a built-in fact of the misused anatomy involved. I knew it to be the case because I had given my cunt to a number of superior men and understood that the pain of entry was the price I paid for the privilege of serving them, having them bodily inside me, and basking in the glory of their animal breeding power. These recalcitrant boys weren't deliberate cockteases, but as a worshipper of men myself, I found their devotion to male dominance and pleasure lacking. Their self-regard offended my instinctive sense of the penis as the axis of the universe. They had carelessly disregarded the natural law that I embodied. They did not apologize and were not repentant. I could not forgive them and yet I could also not punish them or push them onto the path of righteousness. These frustrations injected a bitter note into my sexual mindset. Anger became part of my male arousal patterns, and I began to be attracted to phallic rage in other men as well. I came to understand violence as a central component of maleness. It powers the hardest erections, drives the most vigorous thrusting, and propels infinitely pleasurable releases of seed that are miraculous to experience and awesome to behold. Penetration is the largest natural component of a meaningful life for a man, and it is inescapably violent. I agree with the radical feminists who say that a penis is a weapon. Only, I'm glad of the fact, while their enthusiasm for male hegemony is somewhat less in evidence. A better man would have carefully set these thoughts aside, but as a habitual follower of my nose (and other protuberances), I began to seek out boys who claimed to be more reverent. I.e., they would shut up and take it. Mostly this quest failed, as I resembled them too much physically, whatever the dark corners of my soul. They wanted men who looked as rough as they fucked. I couldn't compete well in that arena. Nevertheless, I did encounter a few who genuinely wanted to be taken hard. They openly encouraged my sexual hostility and one even asked to be immobilized so that he could not escape. That one bled profusely. It was both unbelievably exciting and frightening. AIDS was killing fags around me every day. The tyranny of the condom was firmly in place, so I was nominally protected, but it was still a shock to see my cock covered in his gore. I realize now that he was using my dick as a tool for his self-destruction, but the deed was done and bloodlust was instantly added to the many layers of my unreconstructed perversion. Other willing victims bled much less or not visibly, typically a pretty drop or two in the toilet, floating in the lubricant. Those injuries were consistent with my own experience as cunt: rectal fucking occasionally leads to obvious rectal bleeding, and there's generally no problem as long as it's a small quantity, stops within a day or two, and no other symptoms arise. It's as healthy as anyone can reasonably expect an egregious assault on the colon to be. If you can't accept the terms of this compromise, then you shouldn't be offering men your digestive tract as a substitute for a vagina. I don't think I generally fuck differently from other men. I'm just more likely to appreciate the beauty of those difficult moments when the boy's body tenses and he throws back his head in shock at his predicament. I will stop thrusting at that point to let his cunt adjust to me (unless he has explicitly invited me to sadism). But I will not pull out of him of my own accord. I believe that he has a moral obligation to satisfy me and I will not deny him the opportunity to fulfill the duty that he has willingly undertaken. He should think of coitus interruptus as the last resort. My fuck should be a sacred rite to him and interfering with my pleasure should be a sacrilege. Or he's the wrong boy.

A while back I found this 21 year old twink on Grindr who had a profile pic of him in cut off jean shorts. I messaged him and we chatted back and forth a bit and he agreed to meet me so I drove to pick him up. When he came out of his house he was wearing the same short as in the picture because I had commented on how sexy they were. He got in and I drove him back to my place. Fortunately it was late at night because I was a bit nervous about anyone seeing us, because in that outfit, it was pretty obvious what we were up to. We got into my house and into my bedroom, and we chatted a bit before we started kissing. He had on a short sleeve flannel (I love slowly unbuttoning those off of a guy) that I got off of him, and I pulled the short shorts off him revealing a cute little jock strap that barely contained a thick 7 inch cock. I got undressed and he started to suck me off for a bit until I flipped him over and started rimming out his tight little hole. I got him nice and wet and lubed up my cock and sank it balls deep into him, bare of course. I fucked him for about 10 minutes and he jerked himself to orgasm and shot a sizable load on my bed. His cock went soft and we cuddled a bit chatting and kissing, and he got hard again. Now everything about him screamed total bottom, but I can't pass up the chance to get a great cock in my hole. I asked if I could ride it and he agreed, so I lubed him up and slid down on his bare 7 inch cock. He proceeded to fuck me as well as any top, flipping me face down or on my back, whatever he wanted. My legs were up on his shoulders when he shot his second load deep inside my ass. I hadn't cum once yet so he pulled out and then flipped over on his back and put his feet up in the air exposing his hole to me. He told me I could fuck him til I came. I put his legs on my shoulders and sank back into him and started fucking, and he got hard AGAIN. I went about 5 minutes more fucking him and told him I was cumming and shot my load into him just as he had a third orgasm. We cleaned up and I drove him back to his place before the sun came. I absolutely love it when a guy has more than one orgasm in a session.

So hot! It's my dream to have someone pee in my ass and then plug me so I can keep it there until he says I can let it go. Did any come out of your butt at all, or did it all get absorbed? I'm so horny just thinking about this.

Back in the mid 80s I got a job the summer after my freshman year of college running a kitchen in a summer camp. My college advisor recommended me to the camp owner since he knew I was a restaurant/hotel mnmgt major. I was grateful for the opportunity to expand my knowledge and live and eat for free for 3 months! When I arrived I was introduced to the cooks who after chatting them up I found all worked at my college during the year. All 3 were from Philly and black men in their 40s and 50s. We got along pretty well and they showed me my room in the cottage the kitchen crew lived in. Ellsworth, the head chef spent a couple of hours with me showing me the kitchen and introducing me to the crew of teens from the city who would be our staff. He walked me around and stood close to me,I could feel his breath when he spoke. He put his arm around my shoulder as we walked. He told me to call him Big E. I was entranced as he led me back to our cottage. He told me we served 3 meals a day and after work, in between meals, and at the end of the day the cooks and crew pretty much hung out together in and around our cottage, because of our schedule we lived in a secluded part of the camp. I then unpacked and settled in and when I came out of my room E was shirtless and drinking a beer and holding one for me. There was gay porn on the tv and a few of the crew and the other 2 cooks Jeff and Douglas were sitting around no shirts and drinking and watching. Most were rubbing their cocks through their shorts. E's cock was sticking way out in his shorts and...so was mine. I grabbed the beer and turned around to go to.my room....I was SO horny. E came up behind me and whispered in my ear.....Lookin good Jimmy and then he reached around and pinched my nipple and grabbed my dick as his tongue rolled around my neck. I moaned and he spun me around and kissed me. I rubbed his dick as he pinched both my nipples. He moaned as I kissed him aggressively back and then stepped back and closed the door. In a low voice he said, Jimmy I knew when I saw you they got the right man for the job this summer. And then we hungrily kissed and he dropped his shorts and then pulled off my shirt and went down on my nipples as he pulled off my shorts and underwear. He ran his to tongue all over me, neck, pits, nipples, arms, belly, cock, balls and my ass. Then he sucked me down to my pubes and I felt his finger slide into my ass...I spread my legs and he went to town on my cock. I was so turned on I came within minutes and he stood and kissed and shared my load. His cock pressed my belly and so I licked him the way he licked me and marveled at his shiny fat long cock. And the aroma, oh my, I was lost right then. I worked his head and shafts slowly for a long while. He guided me now and then and then I got into rythum. His hand went to the back of my head, he spread his legs. He began to fuck my mouth. His balls swung forward and bounced off my chin. He went deeper in my mouth with each stroke. A long line of goo trailed from my mouth to his cock as he began to long stroke into my throat. With a big thrust and his hand pressing me he buried himself deep in my throat and he held me as I bucked and gagged trying to pull away. Breath Jimmy he said, through your nose, like a good faggot. Relax. And then a calm came over me. And I looked up into his big Brown eyes and just as I did, I felt it. His balls on my chin jumped as his dick in my throat jerked...and my throat, belly and nose were filled with cum. He pressed my head in as he moaned loudly and I grabbed his ass cheeks with my hands. I couldn't breathe, but I couldn't let go. He finally pulled out and I gulped air and without thinking, snorted the cum running in my nose into my belly. Big E said, Aw man this is gonna be off da chain dis summer!

I’m barebacking through Europe for the next few weeks and in my last two nights in Lyon I went to LeTrou cruise club. About 1/10the size of the club I’d attended before (1er Sou-Sol) but way more guys. Good layout for a relatively cramped club with several mazes, dark corners and a mix of small and large booths. Several raw and several condoned fucks top and bottom. But the highlight for me was with a hot looking young guy who was just clearing out of a large booth with a bed after a session with another guy who caught my eye, looked me up and down, and asked “Actif?” That’s a French word I know and I nodded vigorously and mumbled something about my versatility. Back in the room we start with the sucking, then he rimmed me, and I started fucking him raw doggy style. After a while he stopped me, cleaned me up with some more sucking and got me to lie on my back. At first it wasn’t obvious what he was going to do and my high school French wasn’t thorough when it came to describing sexual positions and practices. Eventually he did sit on my cock but rather than fast, deep and furious he instead went for fairly gentle slow edging in and out on my cock. He was very skilled and it felt great. After a while I couldn’t hold back and was able to inject a good load up his ass.

PART 3: I drove home from Marcus and Chloe's apartment late in the afternoon, my ass still full of his poz cum. My hole was still wet when I got home so I took a shower and I had to jerk off while replaying last night's and this morning's events. I can't believe that I just let Marcus fuck me while is girlfriend was 15 feet away making our coffees. It was irrational and dangerous, but Marcus was right about me, I'm a whore for his cock. I lose my fucking mind around him. He's this completely straight, hot, hung mixed guy. It just so happens that he can't cum with a condom and his girlfriends won't let him cum in them. I guess I won the lottery, no hangups or drama, just getting bred by a hot straight guy. It'd been a month since I went clubbing with Marcus and Chloe, and subsequently got bred a few times by Marcus' thick hung uncut poz dick. He's undetectable and I'm on PrEP, so I don't really see any issues. Marcus and Chloe and I have all hung out several times in groups and sometimes we'd just chill at their apartment. Marcus has no problems just being cool around me despite the fact that he's fucked me senseless more than once. It was Friday again, and I had just gotten off work when I got a text from Marcus: "Hey, what's up homie?" I responded saying I just got off work and asked what the plans were for the weekend. He texted back: "I'm at work too, but don't get off for another couple hours. Come by and have a coffee with me. Chloe is making dinner tonight so we can all hang." So I swung by this gym he works at as a side job. He just basically gets people checked in and answers any questions. It's also helped Marcus get even MORE ripped and muscular. I didn't think he could get any hotter. Wrong. I found Marcus up front talking to a gym member. When he got done, he said,"Come on back to the office for some coffee." I followed him and gesh, his t-shirt was short and just rested on his bubble butt. That ass looked fucking amazing, I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. Marcus surprised me by saying,"You keep staring at my ass like that with yo mouth open and I'm gonna shove my cock down your throat." He caught me off guard and I snapped my head up, just now seeing the full length mirror on the office door and realizing Marcus had literally caught me drooling over his thick ass. I got embarrassed, because he's my straight friend and I don't ever make moves on him really because I don't want to overstep my place. I felt comfortable enough now with him that when we were alone like this I was just flat out honest with him. I told Marcus,"Sorry, but I've never really fully noticed how hot your ass is until now. You could bounce a roll of quarters off those globes." He laughed and told me to not get any ideas. We sat down and settled into the office club chairs with our coffees, we were shooting the breeze. Time flew by and it was closing time, so I helped him lock up. He asked if I wanted to work out a little bit since I already had caffeine in me. I told him I didn't have any workout clothes in my car. He said,"The gym is closed man, just get down to your undies." I was like,"fuck it, okay," and stripped. I swear I did anything he told me to do. SMH. He took his shirt off and damn, he was getting cut as hell. His chest and abs were really defined. We worked out for about 45 minutes, and we were soaked in sweat. Obviously I kinda knew where this was going. I mean, straight guy, closed gym, this was a porno in real life. I wasn't shocked when Marcus suggested we shower before we head over to his and Chloe's apartment. The gym was a smaller gym and had a small locker room and open showers. So of course as soon as Marcus was naked, I had a raging erection. Marcus just laughed at me, and he too had a semi. We were showering and I asked Marcus to get my back. As any good porno in real life would play out, he said "sure" but seemed hesitant. His hands on my back felt so good. Having him touch my skin under the warm water, I moaned and leaned back so that my ass pushed up against his thickening cock. He was at full mast in an instant and began rubbing his monster cock between my soapy ass cheeks. I reached back and started pushing just his cockhead in and out of my hole. He began breathing hard against my neck and wrapped his arms around me. Marcus felt so good against me. He shoved several inches up my tight hole without warning. It hurt, but I wanted it. He fucked into my hole for a few minutes, then abruptly pulled out and said,"man, I can't do this." I was a little surprised because that's not how our fucking ever played out. I asked if I did something wrong or if he was having problems because he's straight but fucks a gay guy. Marcus quickly came up and smiled, pulled me into an embrace, swiftly gave me a friendly kiss on the lips and said,"No man, It's nothing like that. You're my buddy and you've given me something extra too. A hot hole that I can actually cum in." I immediately felt better but was still confused because our cocks were both hard as rocks rubbing against each other. "Then what's up? I really want you inside me, like bad." I told Marcus. Marcus replied,"It's just I've been off my meds this month because someone dropped the ball at my health insurance. I don't want to put you at risk. I feel great, but still, I don't wanna put you at risk of getting HIV just because I can't control my cock." I looked at him and said,"Marcus, I'm on PrEP, it's okay." He smiled at me and hugged me closer. He kissed my neck and spoke into my ear,"Man, I know you're on PrEP but we don't know if my viral load is up and how much you're protected. I love ya bro, I don't wanna hurt you." The fact that he was being so vulnerable and caring and...loving...while holding me naked in the shower with our cocks sword fighting between us just made me want it even more. I was losing it again, all I wanted right then was to have him fuck me and breed me. I hugged him back even tighter, and slid down his body to his cock and before I swallowed his massive organ said,"well there's no risk in this." I was working his cock with my mouth and hand very eagerly, and as he placed his hands on the sides of my head he began to throat fuck me. My knees were starting to hurt on the tile floor but I wasn't going to give up Marcus' cock for fear he'd try to stop this again. I got off my knees and sat on the tile floor, scooting back to the shower wall and dragging Marcus with me where he continued to fuck his thick cock in and out of my throat. My head was stuck between the shower wall and his pubes as he started to ram his dick in my mouth. I was so horny for him and this situation, that I grabbed his ass and pulled him into my deeper. I got especially brave and was rubbing my fingers up and down his crack, stopping on his hole and gently massaging it. Marcus moaned when I did that, so I took a chance and pushed my finger into his incredibly tight hole. It went in fairly easy with the water and soap, and I wasted no time finding his prostate, I wanted to at least hit his g-spot before he could object to me finger fucking him. When I pressed his button deep in his ass, he moaned hard and his body shook. His legs trembled against me. Marcus looked down at me while he kept fucking my mouth and said,"holy shit man, is that what my cock hits inside of your hole? No wonder you're a whore for my dick. Keep doing that shit. I think I might actually cum for the first time from a blowjob...fuck man, keep pushing that spot. Shit. oh fuck." I did as instructed and began to work his prostate with my finger and continue letting him rape my lips and throat. His body was trembling at this point, and I felt his asshole tighten on my finger like a vice grip, then I felt hard spasms from his prostate against my finger and I got what I was working for, a huge load down my throat. He blasted a massive amount of cum down into my stomach. Marcus kept cumming and spasming, he had to hold himself up against the wall as his orgasm waned. I kept gently massaging his prostate with my finger as he slowly pulled his cock from my mouth. "Fuck." Marcus hoarsely said,"I almost never cum from a blowjob, man. Now you have done it twice. That was unfuckingbelieveble." I smiled up at him and pulled my finger from his hole. He was still in amazement at what had just happened as we dryed off and sat on the locker room benches. He was still 80% hard and I was still 110% hard. I looked at him and his cock, and couldn't help myself, I got on my knees again and began sucking in his cock while he sat on the bench recuperating from his climax. He moaned as I took him fully into my mouth. I worked my hands on his steel rod and my mouth slowly began working on his smooth balls, then I started to lick his taint, and run my long tongue down his taint to his hole and pushed the tip of my tongue into his tight hole. "Oh man. Fuck that feel good," Marcus said. He let me lift his legs up while he stroked his cock. I was so horny now, I dove into his ass like it was Christmas dinner. All he could do is moan and pant, I slipped my finger back inside him and found his prostate again, this time, I slowly worked his hole and his prostate, gently getting him relaxed and able to take two, then three of my fingers using a lot of my spit for lube. I put his cock back into my mouth while I worked his hole with my hand, he was breathing hard, laying back on the bench with his legs up and letting me work him over. I felt like he was about to bust another load. I was about as hard as anything right now, and my throbbing meat had taken over my brain awhile ago. My erection had control and it was thrusting forward into the hand that had three fingers fucking into Marcus' gorgeous ass. I couldn't help it, but my cock was pushing past my hand and trying to get to his hole, it wanted to be where my fingers were. Part of me was trying to stop myself, telling myself that if I tried to stick my cock inside him I'd ruin everything. He's straight, he's one of your best buds, you're going to destroy everything. But, like I said, my boner was in the driver's seat and it was steering itself to that tight wet hole. My thick mushroom head found his opening and began pushing and rubbing into it. Marcus was so hung, I easily continued to suck his huge tool as my steel pipe began to push into his hole. I sank into him about an inch or two before I found resistance. His inner ring didn't want me to go further. But my wet dick was only encouraged by the tightness it felt. I kept fucking into Marcus and when my cockhead pushed past that resistance and I was about 4 inches inside of him, his eyes kind of flickered open. I looked up at him, still sucking his cock, his eyes locked on mine,"Is that? ...Is that your cock?" Marcus asked in a strained voice. I grabbed his thick shaft and came off of him and said,"I'm really sorry Marcus, I didn't really mean to, I can't help it. I can stop." I was slowly pulling out of him, when he plopped his head back down on the bench with his eyes shut and his mouth in an "O". "Wait." Marcus breathed out,"wait, wait just a minute. Fuck, that feels good. I'm just really fucking horny. Damn man. It's not so risky if you top right?" I was shocked he said that but too horny to let it interfere with what my red bull can cock wanted,"Yeah, even if you're off meds, and might maybe have a higher viral load, it's a lot safer if I topped." He had rested his hands on my hips, and began moving them to my ass where he pulled me toward him and consequently INTO him. "Ohhh fuck. Your cock is making me feel things I've never felt. I don't know if I like it." Marcus told me,"keep going, I want to see, I wanna at least do this once and see what it's like." That's all I needed to hear. I got the green light to push more of my slick rod into his thick muscular ass. It's not every day a straight guy tells you to keep fucking his hole. I sank all the way into him and because he was on his back and I have a wicked curve upward to my erection, my mushroom head hit his prostate perfectly. I watched as his eyes went wide and he let out a gratifying gutteral moan. He looked up at me and just shook his head "yes." I started fucking my thick cock in and out of his tight hole, going balls deep to keep knocking at his prostate. I was getting close, and found a fast hard rhythm pounding into his ass. He began breathing harder too as I was working up to a climax,"Marcus, I'm gonna cum." I warned him, "oh fuck, I'm getting close, you're too fucking tight. Marcus, look at me?" He looked at me as he was stroking his cock, which looked enormous and hard as a pole, he had leaked a ton of precum out onto his belly from my constant barrage on his prostate with my dick. "Do it man, go all the way," Marcus croaked out, "just cum in me, I've already let you fuck me, and I'm close. Just don't stop fucking me when you cum, I'm so close." That was it, I tensed up and slammed into him,"Oh fuuuck, I'm cumming, fuck I'm cumming," I yelled as I blasted my load inside of him. I didn't slow down my fucking at all, I was still ramming into him as I shot load after load, Marcus' eyes were shut tight and his back came up on the bench as he roared out and began shooting cum all over his cut abs and chest, he blasted onto his face and past his head. I'd never seen anyone cum that far, I had stopped fucking him, because his body started fucking itself onto my cock the minute he started orgasming. We stayed perfectly still aside from our heavy panting as we came down off our fuck-high. He began to gently move up to slowly let my cock come out of his wet hole. "Fuuuck man," Marcus stated, "that was fuckin' crazy." We both started laughing, he stood up and grabbed the back of my neck to pull me up, "we better shower again," Marcus said with a huge smile on his face. I watched him as he reached behind himself and felt his hole, "it doesn't hurt, just feels different," he said looking at me, "I don't know if I'm into it, but since I couldn't fuck you, and I was so horny...shit, it was definitely different." laughing again and shaking his head. We got ourselves together and headed over to his apartment to meet Chloe, she had cooked dinner and brought home tequila. Marcus was putting away the dishes when Chloe noticed him walking funny. "Was it leg day today babe?" Chloe asked, "you must've gone hard." In typical Marcus fashion he quipped,"Nah, I let Nick here, fuck me up the ass." We all laughed hard. Chloe didn't miss a beat and retorted, "Damn Nick, if you're that good, I might have to give you a try."

My husband and I ENCOURAGE each other to get extra action on the side! The more the better! And expect it to be 'unsafe' bareback sex, preferably with total strangers. We 'keep scores' and show each other the exchanges on Grindr and Scruff and the dick and full body naked shots! The more cocky, lewd and self-assured they are, the more we are in awe about the other's 'prize tricks'. We EXPECT the other to take loads and or breed some guy raw, whatever the action requires. Of course only a balls-deep ass-breeding will leave a proof-positive residue and that musky scent of buck on your ass... We get so turned on by all that we now have the best sex with each other as we call each other a 'champ barebacker', 'proud slut', a genuine cum-dumpster, whatever details of our daily or weekly exploits... Promiscuity and raw play should be a sport among bros! He is my wingman and I'm his slut mentor! PS: we started out as a 'conventional cheater' situation, me catching him, laying down THE NEW LAW! "PROMISCUITY and random sex rules! But all must be consummated bareback! No regrets, no shame, no fear, no hypocrisy, no jealousy, and no rubbers EVER!" Can't preach my sermon often enough!

hey guys i just moved to LA and I'm looking for a regular fuck bud in the area. I'm into roleplayin kinks with my favorite being stealthing/c2b I'm the bottom in this video... https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/anon-condom-to-raw-32960152 Anyone up for filming others like that one?? hmu. 34y, 32waist, 160lbs, bubble butt, neg prep

Two things I love. First, in my experience, there’s no better setting for a top to fuck multiple guys. When I go, I love getting my cock into several different asses, often pulling out of one and getting directly into another one that’s right there, just waiting for me. And hopefully doing that over and over for a couple hours. Something about that just really gets me going, knowing that the cum and lube my dick was just surrounded by in one hole is now in another guy’s hole, and then another hole, and then a mouth, and then yet another hole, etc — until I finally squirt. I consider it a failed night if I don’t fuck at least four or five guys, lol! Second, dark rooms. They can be a bust if no one is there or guys are just standing around. But when they are crowded with guys all horned up and active, the sexual energy is amazing. You can barely see what’s going on, but are surrounded by guys inches away, all sucking, fucking, jerking, sweating, moaning, and cumming, like wild animals. The dark releases all inhibitions, and the cum just flows...

Funny that, in Oregon as long as you are in a booth, it’s considered a private room and consensual sex between adults. The local ABS where i live shares a parking lot with the State Police Department, which is right next door.

I was 18, a late bloomer for being fucked and bred by my uncle (he was 35 at the time), but having said that it’s definitely not what you all think. I have to shout out to my older gay uncle who is my friend, gay mentor, and very close to me to this day! I have to set this up to tell u how it happened. My gay uncle was (is) a body builder, 6’2”, 250#, 18” biceps, thighs like tree trunks, hard as rock abs, not at all hairy, you all know the look. It’s definitely not me, but hot none the less. My uncle, youngest brother to my dad, lived in the same Midwest city that I grew up in. I always knew he was gay and no one in the family ever hid and he was very close to my family and we were together weekly as I was growing up. And without details here, my uncle “helped“ me when I was younger understand gay sex. So we were close. I was 18, senior in high school, I knew I was gay, though not out to my family (except my uncle and close set of friends). My best friend was gay too and we were fooling around with a few guys, sucking, and jerking off. I started “seeing” this guy from another high school and we fooled around a lot and he wanted to fuck me. He fingered me and tried to put his cock in me but it hurt so bad I said “no.” He got really mad at me and said some nasty things and did not want to see me anymore. Well being a teenager I was pretty hurt and chased after him for a few weeks, until he said he would forgive me if I let him fuck me. I said yes, but it hurt as he was trying to ram his thick cock in me that I stopped him again. He again was fed up with me and left. My first boyfriend dumped me cause I wouldn’t let him fuck me. I was hurt and really unsure. My best friend said I shouldn’t let him do it to me if I wasn’t enjoying it (smart man). So I let it go. A month later I met another kid in my school and we figured out we were gay and started hanging out and dating. He started talking about sex and that he was a top. I really had no idea what I was so I told him. He really wanted to fuck me but I was unsure. So I made a decision and went to my uncle. i remember this as it was yesterday as it was a major powerful moment in my life. It was a Saturday morning, I bicycled over to uncle Dan’s house. He was in his garage gym working out as I knew he would be. I walked in and sat on one of the benches as he was working out and began to chat, not unusual for us. I told him about the guy that dumped me and my new boyfriend and what was going on. He didn’t say much. I talked about school and the swim team I was on and my best friend Carl , who my uncle knew. All this while I lifted a few weights and watched him. Then he said, “ I have a feeling u have a purpose coming over here today and talking my ear off. What’s up?” So I was quiet then I said, “I’ve decided that I want you to teach me to be fucked and take my virginity.” He stopped, what he was doing and just looked at me and said, “no.” He told me I Could ask him questions but he would not do it. More talking and I finally said, “I want it to be you so I can trust u and be totally comfortable.” I knew he was slightly aroused as I could see his very thick 8” cock thickening inside his short shorts. To push this along, I stood up and stripped out of my clothes, shorts, t-shirt, socks, everything until I was standing totally naked in front of him; young, thin, hairless, fit, some muscles. He looked at me, and said, “go up to the bedroom and wait for me. i was so excited I walked quickly Through the house and up the stairs past the kitchen and living room, back to his bedroom. In his bedroom was this huge king-size bed, Unmade since he had gotten up that morning. Unsure what to do I got in it and inhaled all the smells of him. I was excited, thrilled, my cock was rock hard. I waited about 15 minutes and heard him come up the stairs and then walking down the hallway. I was so excited and on edge I almost blew my load in his bed. He walked into the bedroom totally naked and came to stand by the bed. It had been 4 years or so since I had seen him totally naked but I was in awe of him. How tall he was, his hard body, his thighs, how massive his thighs were. His penis, thick and vieny, curved in a lazy arc, somewhat engorged, but not yet enough to pull his foreskin back over the head. He said, “come over here, stand up.” I Got out of the bed and stood next to him. He reached over and pulled me close to him as I smelled him from his work out and the heat of his body, he started rubbing his massive hands up and down my back and over my butt. He did this for a minute or so, I could feel his cock enlarging. He pushed me down on my knees and told me to suck him. I tasted his foreskin; the piss and sweat so excited me. I looked up at him as I sucked him to see his eyes closed as he enjoyed his young nephew pleasuring him. I sucked and sucked, knowing that he would take charge when he was ready, but my excitement was all over me. after a long time sucking his cock, he pulled out and said, get in bed. We both got in the bed. He opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out 2 bottles of lube and a jar of vasiline, all looked well used. I said, “I guess I’m not the first?” He looked at me and just said, “hardly.” Hmmmm. then he began to teach. He asked me, “what type of lube did u guys use when u tried to fuck?” Hmmm, I said, “none, we just used spit.” He said, “you dumb fucks, of course it hurt, u have a tight Virgin ass and u thought his big cock was just going to slide in?” So the teaching began, he told me about the different lubes and that I needed to loosen up first. He asked if I was clean? Hmmm again I just said I think so. So after the lessons, he moved close to me, I felt small next to him. He began rubbing me, arousing me, then as his massive hand was on my small butt cheeks, his finger found my tight hole. He rubbed it and rubbed. He pulled it out and dipped his finger in the vasiline and returned to my hole, rubbing and rubbing until his middle finger pushed into me. I immediately tensed up, pulled close to him and was opening my mouth to comment (as one does when they are teenager) and his mouth was on mine, his younger in my mouth kissing me deeply. I kissed back while feeling his finger going deeper in me. It was a small bit painful, but his other hand rubbing me and his kissing me distracted from the pain. He relubed his fingers and we kept going for what seemed like a very long time. He finally said to me that I was taking 2 and 3 fingers and he thought I was ready. Nervous I was as he put me on my back, I was so enjoying all that was happening, but now I was nervous, on my back, my uncle lifting my legs on his shoulders, lubing my hole and lubing his hard cock. I remember straining to see his cock from my position; hard, red, his foreskin gone, all pulled back. Then my legs were up and I felt his cock at my hole as I looked up in his eyes. He says, “are u sure u want this?” I quickly said, “are u going to put on a condom?” He said, “no, your first time will be raw feeling me inside u.” I did a feeble, “ok.” He then said, “no matter how much we prepare, u are tight and my cock is thick, u will feel some pain but u will be ok. Ok?” I say, “ yes sir.” I’m not sure why I said “sir” but I did. Slowly, he pushed into me, my eyes looking into his. He was slow and gentle but it still hurt bad. My hand pressing on his abs to slow which he did, then he pushed in more. I said, “no, no, stop, pull out, pull out. It hurts too much!” He lowers himself down toward my face, locks my legs, his weight now on me and says, “no I’m not stopping, you will be fine. I will go slow, but u need to finish what you start. Let out the noises in you, that’s right, just relax, just relax...” he kept going until his 8” thick cock was all the way in me. Once there, we went slow and steady, it was painful, also felt so good!! He slowly fucked me for multiple minutes. The he says, “look at me, look in my eyes. Are u ready for your uncle to impregnate you with his sperm? Are you ready to carry my sperm inside u?” My response was, “yes sir, please sir!” With that I watched his eyes, my legs still over his shoulders as he slowly pumped me, and within minutes, heaved and grunted his eyes staring back at me as he blasted his sperm into his young nephew. When done he quickly pulled out and rolled over and before I said anything my cock was in his mouth and in 30 seconds my teenage load was in his mouth!! it was heaven, my uncle was my first to breed me, take my virginity and I’m so happy he was the one! We went to the shower together and it was the first time cum was leaking out of me, dropping on the carpet. My uncle, “ hey be careful u are going to clean that up!” During our first shower after my deflowering he became the teacher explaining that if I was going to bottom I needed to do I better job preparing as he showed me his penis (I will leave it your Imagination what he was showing me). He explained how and why. After the shower I needed to kiss him, be close to him, which he complied dutifully. Though he did say, “you throw the sheets into the wash buddy!” he fucked and bred me many times over the next few months after that first time. Then I was with my boyfriend and he was my uncle and we stopped. We still chat about it. But again he was my first and I luv him for it!

The next day, my arse was all puffy and swollen when I had a shower. As I came out, my mother was holding my underpants which were heavily stained at the back . "Are you ok?" She said. I blushed and nodded and she laughed. " Oh...I see. Well try and clean up a bit better after the next time!" I got dressed and went round to the sauna, letting myself in with the key Bill had given me. He wasn't at the desk, so I stripped off and lubed myself as usual, noticing how open I was and slipping a couple of fingers easily up myself which felt good. I wandered around picking up tissues and then I heard voices coming from the small yard at the back where we kept the rubbish bins. The back door was open, and Bill was talking to a couple of rough looking guys who were collecting the bins. They were both fat and middle-aged and drinking tea, so I guessed this was a regular stop for them. They were discussing football. "Terrible game, last night," said one of the men, spilling tea over his heavy beard and over his stained t-shirt. "Yeah, "Said Bill. "Not going to be a great season." I wasn't sure what to do, but Bill saw me with the waste bin and beckoned me outside. Although I was naked, I guessed it was ok. I stepped out and put the rubbish in one of the smelly bins. They ignored me and carried on talking about the game. "What we need is a new manager" Said Bill. As he spoke, he grabbed my arm and pulled me face down over a dustbin. I heard the men cackle with laughter, and a thick, rough forefinger ploughed up my bum. "Need a whole new team more like!" I heard one of them say. " Mind if i get a bit?" "Help yourself" Said Bill. I heard the sound of a zip being drawn down, then there was a smell of rotting rubbish as the man got behind me. I felt his stubby cock probe my hole, and then he slid up me with a satisfied grunt and began to thrust, his jeans scratching my bare cheeks. Bill and the other guy watched me being fucked, all the time talking about their team and what the next game might be like. The man in me worked to a climax, grunting softly as his cock swelled and spurted up my rectum. "Tha's better!" He gasped as he slid out and Bill offered him a dirty rag to wipe his slimey cock. "Climb on if you want to, Harry" He said. "We'd best be going soon." Harry was wearing overalls which he unclipped and let fall. He was naked beneath. His long, thin cock sprang up below a flabby, hairy body as he waddled behind me. His hand steadied my arse, then he slid up me in one delicious stroke and began to fuck urgenlty and fast. Bill and the other guy finished pulling the bins together as Harry reached his climax, giving a satisfied sigh as he emptied up inside me. Then he pulled out, pulled up his overalls and they began to move the bins out. "Wait a minute," said Bill. He picked up the rag and tenderly wiped my bum clean, then tossed it into the refuse. "Cheers lads. See you next week." He said. Without a backward glance at my naked body, they waved and closed the gate behind them. Bill turned to me. "Get up, Timmy" He said, "The regulars will be here soon and want their oats!" Then he laughed and I followed him inside...

A bunch of times I've pissed myself during group scenes, once on my back at steamworks when I was getting railed hard and didn't even realize I lost control until another dude who was using my mouth said "dude is leaking." I let those dudes nut and then I took a break.

Feeling Lower . . . Still A High The first night I was there, they all fucked me multiple times. My hole was a sloshing, cum soaked, gaping cave with nothing left to recall what it used to look like. Slack, fucked, used. The guy who owns the house, Wade, eventually called it a night, and they left me laying on the fuck bench, exhausted, while they went off to various bedrooms to rest up for more action I assumed. I did fall asleep but, all through the night, one by one they each came down and fucked and seeded me some more. Untreatable, high viral loads. I began to think to myself that there will never be a whore to ever take as much poison seed in them as I am with these guys. And still those thoughts made my cock painfully hard. There weren’t any clocks down there, so the only way I could tell the time of day was from the light that came in through the windows. I figured they let me sleep in -although the lack of noise from upstairs made me think that they all had, as well. Eventually Wade came downstairs with the other guys, minus the sickly one who had brought me to them. I guess he had gone home. He was wielding what looked like a bottle brush and I knew exactly what he planned on doing with it. Despite the heavy use the day before, it hurt to take that bristly tool into my loose hole, but Wade just shushed me and slowly worked it in and out of my hole until it came out pink. I’m guessing that all of the cum loads in my ass diluted the red of my blood somewhat. Satisfied that some damage had been done to my insides, he walked back to the stairs. On his way up, he called out to the other guys, “Have at it, boys!” and they descended upon me. These guys where so sex crazed I couldn’t understand it. It’s not like they weren’t getting any -they had fucked me more in a day that some guys get in a month! And still they wanted more. Maybe they just enjoy using my ass. That thought encouraged me, and I got into it some more, shoving my ass back to meet each sloppy wet thrust. One by one I took their first loads of the day, and they all made their way back upstairs to join Wade for brunch. As they ate, Wade came down, fucked me really hard, and then fed me a protein and vitamin drink. I didn’t have long for the drink to settle in me, because I could feel a huge pressure at my hole again. I hadn’t felt anything this big trying to get in me before, so I craned my neck around to see Wade shoving his fist into my destroyed opening. Apparently it wasn’t destroyed enough. Miraculously, with all of the use and the enormous amount of sperm in me, I was lubed well enough for his fist to pop into me with little pain. But I did feel a sudden rush as the breath escaped from me, feeling such a sense of being full that I never knew before. He had only just begun pumping his hand in and out of me when one of the other guys, Steve I think I heard him called, started down the stairs. He spotted what was happening and called up to the rest, “Hey, guys, hurry the fuck up! Wade’s fisting the whore!” They all rushed down to cheer him on as he fisted me like it was not my first time, eventually punch fisting my slack hole. All I could do was lay there and moan. It really did feel heavenly. He was hitting things inside of me that lit up my entire body. This was ecstasy. After who knows how long, Wade had enough. I think he had managed to work some of their cum deeper into me, while the rest had been forced out of me and was drying on my ass and legs. Towards the end, my ass was feeling more sticky than slick, so I knew that I wasn’t as well lubed as I had been. Wade smacked my ass and declared, “Okay, lets give the pig some rest. We’ve got an errand.” They all headed upstairs, leaving me alone again with Wade. He leaned down next to my face and smiled. “You’re a great slut. We’ve got a surprise for you later. You just rest up. You’re going to need it.” With that, he licked the side of my face, and took off upstairs. A few minutes later I heard the front door close, and then the van start up and drive away. I managed to drift off, and don’t know how long I had been asleep when I heard a strange scratching coming from upstairs. It got louder and louder. Eventually I honed in on it and realized that it was Wade’s huge dog scratching at the door. I’d seen that thing when they first brought me in -it was a beast and quite scared me. I had been glad that they kept him upstairs this whole time. He was a persistent bastard and somehow managed to get the door at the top of the stairs open. He bound down the stairs and walked straight up to me. Face to face, he breathed loudly through his nose, almost snorting in my face with contempt. What happened next really surprised me. He trotted around and began to sniff at my ass. I struggled against my restraints but it was pointless. I couldn’t get out last night, there was no way to get out now. The beast began to lick at my hole and after a few minutes of that I felt him climb partially onto the bench with me. He somehow knew what he was doing and I wondered if this was something that Wade had trained him at. He had placed both front legs on the bench, while standing on his back legs. I had read stories of guys getting fucked by dogs and having their backs torn to shreds by their claws, so this k9 was trained better than that. He poked around for a minute until I felt his big cock head slip into me. Dogs clearly have no way of knowing what our bodies need, and he wasted no time allowing me to adjust, just ramming full force ahead into me. It caused me to yell out in pain, which he clearly didn’t like, growling and barking at me until I quieted down. Suddenly I really began to feel stretched again and realized that his knob was about to fill my opening. Within seconds we were locked together and he fucked me. He fucked me good. I couldn’t believe that I was enjoying being fucked by a dog, but I was. And the wetness that spread through my hole was incredible. I had always loved my hole best when it was all wet, and this thing was doing that and more. This went on for about 20 minutes I figure, and eventually it had cum all it was going to cum. Now the hard part, I thought. But lucky for me my hole had been fisted so recently, so when he gave a bit of a tug to remove his knob, it popped out of me with a slight twinge of pain and that feeling of emptiness that follows with such a swift withdrawl. He trotted off back upstairs and left me huffing for breath. I passed out again from the vigorous pounding I’d just taken at the hands of a true animal. I have no idea how much time passed. I woke up when I heard the front door open and all of the guys foot steps entering. Here we go again, I thought. I heard the guys popping open beers so I figured they weren’t in any rush to get back to me. But Wade came down alone to check on me, beer in hand, bulge in crotch. Sly sexy smile on his gorgeous face. “We picked up a surprise for you,” he taunted me, slowly circling around my body and stopping behind me. “Well, well, well, I see you must have gotten acquainted with Sampson. You fucking slut,” he laughed. “Don’t worry, you’re not the first whore that I’ve let him fuck,” he added, bending down next to me and kissing me on the mouth, his beer-tasting tongue invading me. When he pulled back he smiled again. “At least he got you good and lubed for this next part.” With that, he stood up and walked back upstairs leaving me to wonder. The guys were pretty rowdy up there and I wondered if that meant they might get rough with me tonight. That was something that never really appealed. Sure, a good hard pounding is one thing, but abuse is quite another. Stompings and beatings just never appealed to me. Surprisingly they were in no rush to get back down to fuck me, so I managed to relax. It was then that my hearing focused in on something different -a new voice. I could recognize all of the guys voices, but this one was a deep baritone. I wondered if this guy was the surprise? After about an hour and a half, the gang all began to file down the stairs, followed last by the most huge beast of a man I had ever lain eyes on. At least 6’8”, and weighing around 250 - 300 lbs. And his skin was the darkest I had ever seen on a black man before. It was beautiful. The whites of his eyes and teeth sparkled in bright contrast to his skin tone. Everything was impressive about this man. Wade came up to me and said, “This is my friend, Ed. Big Ed. He just got released from prison this afternoon. So you can imagine that he’s eager to get his first fuck as a free man.” As he said this, I looked over at Ed and watched his basket fill out until it was an obscene bulge in his pants. Fuck, this man is hung as big as the rest of him! Wade continued. “He hasn’t been able to fuck anyone in the joint for quite a while now because he kept infecting the other inmates. You see, he’s a really toxic fucker. His viral load is way over a million. So you can imagine, he’s got some swimmers to unload. We just slipped a couple of Viagara into his drink and from the looks of it, they’re kicking it.” The other guys began to help Ed out of his clothes, freeing his enormous club of a dick to bob around in the air in front of him, anxious to find somewhere to tuck into. Then they led him up behind me and I saw they added another set of chains and cuffs near my hands, where they shoved Ed’s hands and locked him in. “Sorry, Ed, not quite the way you would expect your first day of freedom, but you’ve got a couple of blue pills in you that are going to keep you hard in that hole all night long. Unload as much as you can into the whore.” Wade leaned next to my face again and grinned. “Smile, pig, you’re on camera,” he said, pointing to a couple of round things up by the ceiling that I hadn’t noticed before. There were several, making sure to catch all angles. “We’ll be upstairs watching . . . along with anyone else online who wants to see a whore get knocked up,” Wade added on his way up. “Enjoy yourselves,” he laughed. Just as he disappeared, I heard Big Ed growl in my ear from behind, and then the head of his enormous cock poised at the entrance to my trashed hole. “This is going to be a long night, bitch.”

absorb. For me a guys cum (or anything he leaves in me for that matter), represents a part of him, his greatest pleasure. I want to absorb and keep that as long as I can.

Before I begin, I'd like to tell you that if you like my story, leave a comment so I have some suggestions for the next posting. Daniel was 18 years-old, with a smooth, nice body, brown hair and green eyes. He had just graduated from school, and as his parents were impossible, he wanted to get out of their house, and go live with his brothers, Jack and Anthony, with whom Daniel got along quite well. They had always been good to him, and seemed to genuinely love him, even deeply love him, so Daniel was sure living with them would be the ideal arrangement. At 30, Jack was the older of the two brothers; he had a deep, manly voice, lots of body hair, and was heavily muscled. In contrast, Anthony, who was 26 years old, was more gentle, 26 years old, tall like his brother, smoothly muscled, and had a sweet, sexy face. Even having no job, Daniel asked his brothers whether he could live with them, and they readily agreed, making it clear, however, that in exchange for their hospitality he would be expected to do 'things' for them in exchange. Without exploring their vague condition, Daniel accepted the arrangement and a week or so later moved in with them. One of the conditions turned-out that Daniel was expected to take care of the house: cleaning, cooking and doing all the laundry. Daniel had no problem with these responsibilities, and, in the passing days, realized he was, in a somewhat unexpected, but totally nasty way, was getting horny in the thought of serving two men who he liked, and when he considered the two men for whom he was working were his brothers, he found himself even hornier. Eventually he got to the point where he would greet them when they arrived home, and he would assist them in taking off their business clothing, helping them into casual wear, and serving them dinner. In short, Daniel found himself happy to do anything and everything to please his masculine, manly-smelling brothers. And he knew they were also enjoying the attention. A Sunday evening, while watching TV, Daniel found himself staring at Jack's bulge, not realizing, however, that Jack had noticed his attention. But he had. After a minute or so of silent admiration, Daniel broke the spell, stood, and announced he was going to get a glass of milk. Jack, however, had a different interpretation of 'milk' and pushed Daniel back down to a seated position and announced: "Don't be afraid, I'm your brother. I have all the 'milk' you need, and you and I both will feel better after you've taken care of me." With that Jack framed his crotch, making his intent clear. Almost involuntarily Daniel found himself taking a close look at his brother's crotch. It appeared that Jack's package was not only big, but that it was anxious to receive some attention. Hypnotized by his brother's words, Daniel unbuttoned his brother's trousers, and took in the sight of Jack's cock. It was indeed a big cock, a cock that demanded worship, and, without any hesitation or qualms, for the first time in his life Daniel sucked cock, not just any cock, but his brother's cock. Jack's salty precum immediately began squirting in Daniel's mouth, all the while Jack continued his monologue, in a deep, calming voice, encouraging the impression that he, Jack, was ultimately in control. "If you are a good brother there will always be milk for you to drink. You may have to beg a little at times but you will be fed in the end - if you follow our rules. And in order for you to stay here some changes are called for. We will convert you, so as for you to become one of us. We will change your body. Your blood. Even your cum will change. We will give you power to control other sluts when you cum in them." Daniel was sucking for half an hour and his mouth was tired but his brother didn't care, but instead Jack began pounding Daniel's mouth, causing him to gag. Tears ran from Daniel's eyes, but neither brother relented. "Now, that's a blowjob," Jack said, adding "You have to take it all. Don't be afraid. We will teach you how to serve a man. Now get ready to drink your milk." After a few seconds Jack came in Daniel's mouth, causing the younger brother to choke violently. "That was a good first time," his brother said, "but it's not good enough for you to be one of us. We have to enter deep in your gut to change you. As deep as it goes. And you will change. Forever. We won't be hasty though. We must prepare for your conversion party."

On my day off I decided to go to the gay movie theater. after spending a few minutes there, I went into what they call the dark room. And dark room it was, you could barley see in front of you. Carefully moving into the room I found a wall I could lean against. Since it was a side wall I stood on my side to look at the film being showed of this black guy practically raping this white guy with his enormous cock. The look on the white guys face was incredible. I really believe he was in real pain being impaled by this horse dick. As I was watching the flick I could feel someone stand behind me. I didn't turn around not that I would have been able to see him anyway, but by now I was hot and horny. My 7 inch cock was pushed hard into my jeans. Rubbing my cock thru my jeans I backed up slightly and could feel this guy's hard cock hit my ass. he started a few thrusting motions with his hips, his cock banging against my ass. I was really hot now and pushed my ass against his hard crotch. He started to moan slightly, but from the sound of his moan I could tell that he was an afro american. He reached around me and rubbed my hard cock, then unbuckled my belt. I helped him along by undoing my zipper and pulling them down along with my thongs. He dropped his pants and underwear and rubbed his fuckin big cock up and down my asscrack. I had already lubed my asshole prior to coming to the theater, so he had no problem sticking a finger up my hot hole. He worked his finger then two in and out my fuckhole for a few minutes as I jerked my cock. He pulled is fingers out and pressed his cockhead against my opening. It was electric. I bared down to accept his cockhead andhe pushed his mushroom head into me. My ass muscles reacted immediatley to the pain. I guess he realized this and stopped pushing till i got used of his massive cockhead inside of me. As my asshole opened up for the intrusion he pushed more hard cock in till I could feel is cockhairs and balls against my asscheeks. He stood like that for a moment then started to work his giant black cock in and out my chute. By now I was reacting by pushing back on his cock with each of his hard thrusts. This guy was raping my fuckhole and I was loving every bit of it or should I say inch of it and there were a lot of inches.He grunted every time he rammed his dick into my hot asshole. All I could do was moan and jerk my dripping cock. this went on for a while. This guy had great stamina, but I could tell he was ready to give me his manjuice. His thrusts became fast and strong. Holding on to my hips as he drove his fuckin cock deep inside my manhole. then I could feel his cock go into spasms as he shot his load deep inside me. With his juice putting out my ass fire I exploded, my cum shooting out of my cockslit. I don;t even know if i hit anyone with it, and I didn't care. He pulled out his softening cock out of me and said thanks. His voice sounded familiar. I said myself could it be my boss. I hadn't spoken till now. I said Trevor and turned around. He said "Art?" With this we both got dressed and left the dark room. In the better light we were both rather surprised to see each other, but I have to say it was fuckin hot to be fucked by your own boss and enjoy it too.

It was a random hook up. Handed him a condom and he ended up fucking me without it. Only realized when the cum leaked. Felt betrayed and turned on... I let him play the same game four more times

Just late last night here at my place by one of my regular Poz Top buds. He is a very hot Latin with hard-wired nips with the perfect cock for my base Ass. Once again, we kissed, then stripped naked. We messed around with each others Nipples, then we both sucked on each others cocks for a short while. Then he had me sit down on my RecRm Sofa with my nake body at the edge, placing my legs up over his shoulders to make eye-to-eye contact. He cocked my bare ass, consistently pumping it in moderate motion, then began to pump fuck me at force speed. He started to moan and groan, suddenly thrusting repeatedly his cock deep inside my ass, shooting and working his Cum deep in my Anus, massaging me within. Upon finishing, he slowly pulled his cock out, then began to masturbate his dick to strike up another near-climax load. He quickly thrust his cock back into my Ass and shot his second load of masculine Cum, moaning and thrusting repeatedly as he did so. He said that night he was extremely Horny and was glad my Hot Raw Ass was available to use for his needs. Just waiting for us to hook up again another evening because his Cock fits my tight hole Ass like a glove whereas my Ass is never in any pain when he Fucks it.

just left a 3some - me, a 30 yr old pozzed guys, and a 21 yr old bug chaser. My pozz buddy and I took turns breeding his ass - I gave the 21 yr old 2 loads of my spunk and my buddy gave him 3 loads of his charged dna. I then gave my poz buddy one final load of my man juice so he had a load of my dna in him. All and all, the 21 yr old got 2 neg loads, 3 pozzed loads, blew his own load, and I then bred my poz buddy with the final load of the morning. a great way to start a saturday. now i'm all showered and am off to the gym... gonna head to toronto for father's day with a buddy to celebrate our fathers' raising 2 barebacking ass pirates by enjoying the men at steamworks...