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When I was on my chem and sex ban my consultant put me on, it involved intensive therapy sessions to try to "fix me" Of course I never told my therapist the real me or what gets me off and brings me pleasure otherwise I would be locked up. It was why I also been so quiet and went off here to avoid temptation. The truth is I fucking love being free to share my inner thoughts with fellow pigs and not only am I not judged I am encouraged to explore my darkest urges more. To everyone who thinks I need to be fixed because I am broken or I am evil I have this to say: I am a fucking million broken shards that I hope cut you and infect you. I am the embodiment of your darkest urges and thoughts come to life. I will turn you into your most depraved pig and what's worst is that you will fucking love it. I am the part of yourself you judge and are shamed of, I know you fear me because it's easier to fear than it is to admit that deep down there's a part of you that is just like me.

Meaty

Last Sunday night I was with a bottom friend of mine, but as dawn came up I had the urge to get bred. I went online, clear what I was looking for, and a guy under half my age messaged me on grindr. His approach was "Hi Ass pics". I sent three pics and he sent a photo back revealing his slim figure and dark cock (half-latino). "Wana come over". Silly question! Then he sent his location and wrote, "Make sure ur ass is douched and ready for me to breed". I was going to walk there as it was close to the city centre in Birmingham, but was getting unsure of my directions so called an Uber. This was not without complications as the driver headed off in another direction. Seems I had mistyped where I was going. We re-touted and I ended up in a smart street. I found his flat, very nice too, and he took me straight into the bedroom. He was a stunning guy and I checked his age again as he seemed so young looking. Perfect young body in great shape. He knew exactly what he was doing. Got me to kneel down in front and suck him. His hand went down my back towards his target. He repositioned me on the floor and got behind me. Some lube was fingered into my very welcoming hole. Then pushed in. Was a bit sore so he quickly got be lying on his bed on my side and he stood at the side of the bed and penetrated me. Felt so fucking good at that angle. He fucked hard and my hole opened up with each thrust. I was then ordered by this very self-confident young guy to lie on my stomach, which I did without his pulling out his hard cock. He then lay on me and fucked like a rabbit, grinding his groin into me, backwards and forwards. Several times I felt as if he was ejaculating as his cock pulsated deep inside, but he kept going. Then there were some strong thrusts as he shot his last seed in me. He lay on top for a short time as his cum swam around in me, then pulled out. I pulled up my shorts, got my trainers on and left. He needed to cum, and I needed bred. We achieved our goals. I walked off back to my Travelodge with my arse wet and filled. As I walked through the quiet streets of Birmingham, I enjoyed the sensation of the cum around my entrance. Life was great. This is one of the photos I sent the young guy...

Sometimes, all you need is a good rough pounding to get your mojo back. I've had a stressful couple of days and today was the worst, that till I got a text from my horse hung fb asking very simple, “free for fuck?” i was ordering an Uber a second I replied “on my way” two hours later I left his place with well sore gaping pussy full of 4 loads of his cum (I just love the feeling!) i was already preloaded with my bf’s load from the morning so I didn’t need anymore lube but my god, his 12” THICK monster (I still think it’s larger) destroyed me from every possible angle, lots of ass to mouth (again, I love tasting my ass juices mixed with cum) and he’s just a wonderful fuck, rough, doesn’t slow down, pounds me good, this time I was so horny and poppered up he managed to shove more than half of his monster down my throat and pissed directly to my belly! So after we were both a sweaty dripping cum (from my hole and all the cum I shot on both of us) we went upstairs to take a shower, we made out a bit and he continued playing with my gaping pussy before I was back on my knees, kissing his monster and he just let go a full torrent of piss all over me 😈 such a perfect ending lol now I’m sitting with my bf and some friends having drinks and my bf fingered my pussy to see if I got any loads. The surprised look he had was priceless! To be continued later tonight, oink x

I hadn’t seen my mate Jon for some time. The last time we saw each other in the flesh was three years ago. We’d been texting on and off since, and had made plans to meet when I was next in his area, but nothing seemed to happen. I’d known that he’d become poz, and while that was a slight turn on, and I admit I’d jacked off to the idea of him pozzing me, I knew it was ultimately irresponsible thoughts. We’d finally got around to having some free time, and arranged a weekend when we were both about. We used to gear up and fuck in his sling back in the day. I knew that it would be cheeky to assume this would happen regardless whenever we met. I liked him too much as a friend and known him too long to take the piss and expect sex every time we saw each other. He’d told me that it would be a mellow weekend and, he’d welcome the company. He’d been having the occasional mojo loss apparently. One of those side effects of becoming poz which I fully respected. I told him that it would be fine, but would he mind if I wore a little something, as we’d always felt free and comfortable hanging out in some rubber. He was cool about that, and so I popped a couple of bits in my bag to change into when I got there. So we met up, was good to see him after all this time. He’d been completely freaked out by becoming poz. His messages to be were initially all of concern and worry, and then he seemed to relax back into his old self once he started meds. We’d even text filthily about brotherhood and pozzing once he got into his groove. I knew he wouldn’t want to hurt me, and we were too close. I was surprised at how he looked – no major changes, but a certain look about him that I’d discovered poz men have. Whether through meds or how severe things were. He still looked good, but I knew that he had had a few issues about it all over time. As the afternoon wore on, he said to make myself at home and slip into something more comfortable if I fancied. It felt a bit awkward, but he said he was totally fine about it. So I thought I’d pop a rubber vest and shorts on, and then came back into the room and joined him on the sofa. “Ooh nice” he said and smiled. “I might have to join you after all”. I thought that would be great. It had been ages and just feeling comfortable around each other in gear was great. He came back into the room with similar gear on. His chap shorts with the yellow stripe and jock looked as hot as ever, as was the zip up vest. I’ll admit my cock was stirring when I saw him like that. However we were behaving and you know, it’s not just all about sex, yeah? He went and got us a couple of drinks and we laid back and stared bored towards the TV. Some quiz show or other. I wasn’t really sure. However I started feeling a bit weird. Headachey, and also like I’d taken some Nytol or sleep aid. Admittedly it had been a long day and so wasn’t that bothered at first. “He put his hand on my stomach and gentled rubbed my nipples. Oh man, it was fantastic. “You’re looking good mate”, he said. “You too fella. Have missed this, just hanging out” Staring into his eyes as he grinned. I thought nothing of how I was feeling otherwise, just fully in the moment enjoying time with my mate in gear. He leaned in to kiss me and it was just like the old days. I assumed kissing would be fine. People would still kiss if they weren’t feeling sexual. Or at least I assumed. I was starting to get hard in my shorts increasingly lost in the moment, not feeling like I was in a hurry to get up or move out of his way. His hand moved down to my crotch and he gently stroked to hardening rubber bulge “Hmmm, nice”. I had missed this, and so was lost in the moment. He began to unzip my crotch and I just let him do it. Thinking that if this was a loss of mojo, then lord knows what he’d be like when his mojo was back. Just mates. Enjoying each other. He knew how to work me, after all these years, and I was letting him. I hadn’t thought where this was heading. Just loved and was living the moment. We came up for air and I reached to finish off my drink. I drained the bottle and thought it tasted a little sediment-y at the bottom. I just assumed it was the beer. I’d not heard of the brand before, as I’m not a craft beer drinker, so just believed that this was craft beers tasted like. Then I stood up, almost as if to halt what might be happening between us. I felt quite dizzy and asked for some water. That was the last thing I remembered then anyway. Waking up a little later, I groggily looked at my surroundings. The heat of the day had made the sheets sticky and, oh… this was his rubber playsheet. I recognised it from many times. How did I get here? I also felt a weight on my neck. A chain and padlock. I sure as hell wasn’t wearing that earlier. I started to feel a bit concerned and tried to focus. It was his playroom. I’d been here many times before but just wasn’t expecting to be in it on this occasion. I tried to look around and spot where he was. I could see him in the chair across the room. “Hello mate. You’re back with us then?” He was grinning. I just felt like I’d embarrassed myself and passed out. “I just needed to get you a bit more on my wavelength mate. You see, yes it’s technically true the meds are playing with my head and libido. What I didn’t mention was that I decided to bin them. I’m ‘between meds’ so to speak. Well, that’s if I decide to restart them again that is”. Now I was a tad concerned. This seemed a bit of a set-up. “You always seemed to get off on the idea of me being poz, and that’s horny. However I’ve been getting off on the idea of you being poz too. But as you say, ‘it’s all horny chat’” Oh shit, where was this heading? I thought. “But you know, I get the feeling that you want to join us. And I want you to join us too” Shit. He’s gone into gifter mode. Fuck. I tried to pull myself up, only to realise the chain around my neck was tugging on something else. Oh fuck. He’s secured me like some animal. I looked over and he was grinning. He stood up and came towards me, and put me in a headlock and stuff a bottle of poppers under my nose. Jesus fuck they were strong. My cock seemed to strain harder than ever. Chemical lust fled through my head into my brain. He uzipped his cock and jerked it into my face, it’s a hot cock, and at that moment it looked like a work of art and the tastiest thing ever. “Feed” I was both terrified but horny as fuck. Maybe this was some scene or something. Maybe he was horny and wanted to do a bit of role play. I filled my mouth with that cock. A brief flash reminded me that it was slightly different now. Not necessarily in form, but, you know, it was now poz. “Nice mate. You see, I know that you want this. And I want this too. I want to free you. I want you to be my pozbrother. That’s why I decided to arrange this recruitment session” I was too far gone to recognise logic or sense by this point. Just devouring that beautiful poz cock. He looked magnificent. It was somehow what I imagined but never genuinely thought it would be like. Someone who I’ve known and loved all these years now wanting me to become like him. It was fucked up, but increasingly I was loving it. It was all making perfect sense. He pulled out of my mouth and told me to turn around. As much as I could with the limited movement, I was now obeying his every word. My hole was seemingly asking for it, suddenly hungry. “This ain’t gonna take long pig. I’ve been edging watching you and didn’t want to allow for any time to elapse before you realised what I was doing” Shit. This was it. He was off meds and about to fire toxic cum into me. I would have applauded his enterprise had it not circled around him infecting me. Yet my cock was reacting well enough and he was being pretty rough regardless. We’d had some hardcore sessions in the past but this was something else. Like he had drive and purpose. “You and I have a great future ahead of us now. Let me make you a convert, let me make you into a brother like… Aaaaargh!” Hang on. He’s… he’s just flooded my hole with cum. No, no, no, no, no. This must be a trick. Some set up. He lowers his weight upon me and whispers in my ear “Welcome to the brotherhood” There it was. The moment I’d wanked about. The moment I genuinely feared, but secretly wanted. It was a strange feeling. We were both there. Intimate, yet still brutal. I was his prey, or that’s how it felt anyway. Yet his determination and poz worldview saw me as a target for assimilation. I was both terrified and turned on. Honoured, even. “Why didn’t you just say you wanted to do this?” I panted. “Because I knew you’d chicken out. I knew that the reality of the situation would scare you off. I had to make sure that didn’t happen, otherwise I’d never have claimed you” I was half dumbstruck but also touched at his words. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the flu starts kicking off within a fortnight. I’ve been off meds a while, and the last guy I bred a month ago has already come back to thank me for bringing him into the brotherhood. You have one load in you now anyway. I will happily fuck you a couple more times just to make sure” There’s no rational response to that. All I could look at the tenderness, and the hunger of him. This was brand new territory. One of my best mates wanted me to be poz like him so I could enjoy that life, and I knew that I would come around to thanking him eventually. All I could do now was to look him in the eye and say “Yes brother. Make me like you. Let us become one.”

On the train to work I always see this hot muscle boy, a student I think. I can never stop watching his crotch. Almost obscene big package. Yesterday he wore very tight white jeans and the way he was sitting I could clearly see the outline of his balls and big dick. Couldn't stop staring until I noticed he was looking right at me. Gave him a weak smile. He adjusted his crotch, gave his dick a tug and then looked out of the window. I hid behind a newspaper 😉 I also always make sure I leave the train behind him so I can admire his muscle ass in those tight jeans. That boy knows he's hot and flaunts what he's got.

Disclaimer: This is my first piece of erotica, but even so it's not for the faint of heart. So, take a look at the keywords to see if this is your scene. Hope you enjoy. This story starts off with a flowery prologue, romantic-showered events followed by a winding downward spiral into extremely dark ones. Keywords: cheating, Dom/sub, degredation, gear, raunch scat, sensory deprivation Prologue Me and my fiance have been engaged for about a year now. We’ve been together for seven years and he proposed in the most romantic setting overseas. We had dined on the most luxurious of fare with the most magnificent of views in our midst. It was special and beautiful, and our lives together are quite happy. But i’m afraid i’m still a slut. Oaths / The Road to Becoming a Poz Toilet Chapter 1 All of the romance and laughter and love can’t make up for the fact that my greedy, gaping holes are insatiable for ripe, smelly, hairy, hung men and their equally enamoring dicks all the time! And since it can’t be helped, as i may as well make it over to my MASTER’s house as instructed. i slowly walked in to HIS unlocked, rather large home and noticed that, directly next to the doorway, my MASTER had prepared a mask on a stool for me where i had been instructed earlier to leave my things by. i quickly undressed as i had been told and got to my knees before putting HIS mask on. As it cloaked my eyes i wondered how many fuckboys had worn this thing. How many other pieces of anonymous trash had HE flippantly used? Needless to say, i was aroused to be one of many used by HIM, just as much as i was aroused by my fiance being one of the many regularly using me. SIR made me wait. Purposefully. My cock couldn’t help but twitch and leak, more and harder with each minute that passed in anticipation. When i heard HIS footsteps approach me, i did cower a little though. HE proceeded to rope my cock and balls, put my hands in restraints behind my back and tugged me behind HIM in the direction of the play room. After MASTER led me to HIS space and uncuffed me, HE told me to, “Turn around,” only to put them right back on front-facing. “On your knees. Lie on your back.” With some of MASTER’S assistance, i lowered myself slowly on my backside. i felt comfortably nestled, since Master must have rested my head on what was a pillow. Then I heard a small “clack” above my head, and the creaking of what sounded like more movement above my face. All of the sudden i was awash with a pungent, fowl smell, an odor i could only assume was MASTER’S unwashed, unwiped anus. So, the Sherlock i was, deduced i was laying underneath a rimseat. my cock twitched. “What are you?” HE said very matter-of-fact, without intonation. With no more than a mere two seconds’ worth of pause – THWACK! I could feel a flog brush along my inner, right thigh. “Aaah! i’m your boi, SIR.” “Where’s your tongue, boi? And what are you?” HE said with a slightly dry sigh of boredom. THWACK! i could feel it on the left side now, grazing my left testicle. The sting was definitely more noticeable, so i howled. Whatever emotions weren’t being conveyed in HIS Voice were picked up by HIS deliberate, forceful strikes. “AAAH! Sir, Your pig boi, SIR. Nyya thig thoy, Thir!” The last part said as my tongue shakily slithered out to catch the nothingness, like a snake sensing heat. “What are you!?” Now HE was almost starting to sound impatient with me. THWACK! HE hit the still tender right thigh with the flog again! “AAAAAH! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, SIR. I’m a naughty, dirty pig, SIR. A boi for your use! You can do whatever You want to me, PLEASE SIR!” THWACK! THWACK! Pause. i heard creaking again and felt a shadow lift from my face. “Calm down, bitch. Think. Tell me what you ARE.” HE had stood up, so the hypnotizing aroma of HIS Filthy, Foul Asshole dissipated, and I was already missing it, yearning for it, whimpering. HE was making me beg. i suddenly remembered as the wave of white hot addiction to His Man Stinks struck me. I had barely lasted several seconds without it in my nostrils, practically already foaming at the mouth, when i managed to sputter and shout, “i’m a CHEATING, TOILET FAGGOT, SIR!!!” The flying bits of saliva splashed back down on my lips and cheeks. “Theeere we go,” HE muttered to HIMSELF, pleased not at the words that i had uttered, but at the feverish response the faggot’s withdrawing body had as it convulsed for more of what it was hooked on. SIR took delight in the fact that HE had created an impatient junkie, who was leaking absurd amounts of precum during the struggle, pleading for MASTER’s Anus Smells, soiling the rope HE’d strung around my nether regions earlier. “Tell ME again, bitch,” HE said swiftly with a sick, underlying satisfaction. “i’m a cheating, toilet faggot, Sir,” i said with a pronounced erection. These exact words were what i had told HIM in my first message many months ago, after discovering HIS kinky, perverted profile. i was gooning at home, watching nasty porn and cruising seedy profiles in a depraved and poppered up state near the edge of ejaculation, when i messaged HIM and many others in a wide net cast out among those with similar, taboo interests listed, humiliating myself to the masses. “hi, Sir. Cheating toilet faggot here!” “hello, SIR. How are YOU? Please use this cheating, toilet faggot, SIR.” Each iteration may have varied insignificantly, but one, clear message broadly permeated them all. HE brought it up again when my partner left that week, connecting over a call, HIS blocked phone call. HE had blocked it to test me, to see if i was real and also willing to accept an anonymous call, even though most people these days, especially partnered, shouldn’t be giving out their numbers so frivolously and definitely not staying on the line with said sketchy anon calls for extended periods of time. Obviously, i ended up covering that bill, so the partner wouldn’t lay eyes on it. “Tell Me what you are,” was HIS first prompt when i answered the phone that day before HE ordered me through the airwaves to keep digging in my own ass and suck my fingers clean until HE came. i must have been in a stupor over work or some other shit today, in this moment, to allow such an obvious response to a familiar question to go over my head. This was essentially my verbal contract with Him. Binding affirmation that i was to stay in a state of wretchedness and servitude just as the night i reached out to him in that disgusting, pitiful manner. HE lowered HIS Anus over my head again, and i quickly sniffed a hearty breath of musk inside me until my lungs could expand no more to calm my anxious depravity. “Clean Me.” HE said this returning to HIS calm tone. The discordant sounds of squishing spit flooded the space as I slathered my tongue all over HIS Rectal Hole. Ch. 1 – Fin.

We have 6 guest from out of town for Pride Weekend staying with us. It’s so crowded we set the sling up for someone to sleep in.

I hit up Grindr the other day and saw an attractive guy a couple miles away, Asian guy, 25, and about 5'6 and 160" pounds, very short hair and muscular. We messaged and made minimal small talk before he said he was horny. He confirmed that I want to top and that he could host and not travel. I saw rock hard and wet at that point, so you can imagine my disappointment when he sent his location, twenty miles away. I expressed confusion, and it turns out he had logged on at the airport near me and was now at his hotel. It was rush hour, and I didn't want to spend an hour sitting in traffic, so I called it off. I logged back on a couple hours later, and he was still on, so I asked if he was still looking, and he was. So then I headed over to his hotel. He looked as I described, very smooth, but he had some tattoos on his arms as well. As soon as I sat on the bed, he started feeling my hard dick. Pretty soon we were both naked and he was sucking my dick. I switched positions and rimmed his smooth hole, and then he got on top of me so he could suck my dick while I ate his ass. He turned around, pushed his wet ass against my slick dick and slid down on it, no lube at all and no mention of condoms. I love the feeling of tight, hairless Asian ass on my hard raw dick. He rode me a bit before we switched to missionary. It felt really good, so I pulled out so I wouldn't cum right away, and he sucked my dick. I ate his ass some more, too. That was the first time I've eaten ass after I've been fucking it, so I explored it with my tongue and got plenty of saliva inside. I spread his legs and slid back in, making him moan. He told me he wanted to cum together and that he wanted my load in him. I flipped him over and pounded him hard and fast doggy style. I gave a final thrust and blasted my load deep into him. Within a few seconds, his hand was covered in his own cum too, and I could feel the muscles in his ass contracting as he came. We chatted a bit before I left very satisfied.

Another warm summers evening in London, decided to go check out my local cruising woods to see what talent was about. I parked up & took my joggers off, when there was a break in the passing traffic I made a dash for the woods wearing just my jock, t-shirt & trainers. I was a little bit away from the main play area getting myself hard & pre lubing my hole. I was about to head to the pay area when I was intercepted by a sexy black guy & his very sexy mixed race mate. Both were muscular, Shay, the black guy is smooth & his mate is Tony is very hairy. Both have thick veiny uncut 9”+ dicks & they waste no time in going for my arse, taking turns rimming my hole while i sucked on the other. Shay was the first to get his dick in my cunt hole, he rammed it in making me gasp & gag on Tony’s cock. They took turns in me for about half an hour till Shay dumped his big load deep in me, Tony did the same shorty after. They left me there with my cunthole dripping their big load. There was a chubby lad who I’d spotted watching us, when the clouds passed the moon lit up the woods, he was still there as they left & I beckoned him over. He’s a cute lad with the thickest cock I’ve ever seen. It took a few minutes bit i got his mega fat 7” uncut cock in my cunt. He plowed me hard, so hard he gave me a massive orgasm making me cum hands free. I milked his dick as he carried on fucking & made him flood my cunthole with his cum.

Dicks and cum for PRIDE! 😆

It was a typical Saturday afternoon and I was at my usual spot outside of the bookstore. A sleazy, popular joint that attracted all kinds of men and was an easy place to deal. If I thought I was being watched I could just slip inside and get lost for a while, always at least getting my big,11 inch ebony snake sucked, or dumping my load in some hungry manpussy. I didn't even have to pay to enter the maze of booths. The owner was a regular customer and I'd let him worship my monster, so I had unlimited access to the arcade. I was leaning against the side of the building, waiting for one of my regulars to come by when a black Escalade parked across the street, half a block down. I didn't think nothin of it when nobody got out right away. Wasn't unusual for dudes to sit in their cars getting up the nerve to actually go inside. It must have been about 15 minutes before the driver finally got out, and damn if one look at him didn't get my cock stirring in my jeans. Out stepped the sweetest little white boy I had seen in a while! He had to be barely 18 if a day, with strawberry blond hair, and a plump little bubble butt. My eyes followed him as he walked toward the door, nervously looking around before he ducked inside. My hardening dick told me to follow him, and I did. The kid was looking around the store, his hands stuffed into his pockets, obviously new to this whole thing. I could tell he was a rich kid with his Air Jordan's that didn't even have a scuff on them, his Sean John jeans, and his Ralph Lauren shirt. That was no doubt Daddy's Escalade he rolled up in. Hell, he had probably never been to this neighborhood before. But if he was here lookin for what I think he was, he was gonna get more than he bargained for if I had my way. He finally went up to the counter and handed the guy some cash, and showed him his ID. He had to pass by me on the way to the booths and I got a good smell of him. He smelled like soap, teenage boy, and sex. I went up to the counter and got a bottle of poppers and headed back there after my prey. My eyes had to adjust to the dark, but I didn't see my prize anywhere. I wandered the halls for about 5 minutes before I finally saw him exit a booth. He walked past me, giving me a nervous glance that said both, "I don't know what I'm doing", and "I want you." Damn right he wanted me. I was a fine mother fuckin piece of man. 6'2", and at 35, had a rock hard, wirey body, and beautiful ebony skin. The kid went into another booth and started to shut the door. My hand stopped it, and I slid in behind him, shutting the door. He didn't say a word as I gently reached out and stroked his face, but I could feel him tremble. "First time here?" I whispered to him. He just nodded, his blue eyes looking up at me. He wasn't very big, probably 5'9" and slender, but he did possess that plump mound of ass. I placed my hand on it while I said "relax baby boy, Jesse's gonna take real good care of you." I tilted his head back and leaned down, placing my full lips on his. He opened his mouth and I stuck my tongue in him. Mmmmmm....he tasted like candy. My hands rubbed his ass as my mouth took control of him. He just melted into me and I knew I had found my next bitch. I opened up the bottle and held it under his nose. "Breath deep baby boy, this will make you feel good. He inhaled deep like a good boy. I just switched nostrils back and forth a few times while he sucked in the fumes. I sat down on the chair and he sank onto my lap. Grabbing my face he started kissing me passionately while he ground his ass into my lap. I knew I had him hooked. "You like that baby boy?" I asked. "You like how that made you feel?" "Mmmmmmmm yea," he moaned. "Feels good." "I got something else that will make you feel sooooo much better. You wanna try it? You trust me?" "Oh yea," he moaned, licking my neck. Stupid little bitch. He didn't know he just sealed his fate. I pulled a little pipe out of my pocket that I kept preloaded. "You know what this is baby boy?" He just shook his head no. "This is Majic Miss T. She knows how to make you feel real good." I lit my lighter and melted the shards. As soon as the pipe filled up, I took the first hit, blowing the smoke into his mouth. Then I held up the pipe for him. "Breath slow and deep," I told him. Then blow it into my mouth. He did as instructed, so obedient. I just kept feeding him the pipe, until he finished off the bowl in 6, big hits. "Good boy," I told him. "You did that very well." Even in the dim lite I could see his eyes become dark saucers as lust glazed them over. I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his creamy, alabaster skin, and his little pink nipples. I latched my mouth onto one, sucking it hard, and biting it with my teeth. He squealed and writhed, but I held him firm, then attacked the other one. I could feel his hard dick in his jeans pressing into my stomach, assuring me he was loving the rough treatment. I pulled off his shoes and socks, throwing them in the corner, and unbuttoned his jeans. I pushed him onto the floor and grabbed the legs, pulling them off, leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, but not for long. I grabbed the waist band and ripped them off, leaving him naked and vulnerable, just how I like my white boys to be. His dick stood straight up out of his patch of reddish pubes, and he looked at me with crazed lust. "How much time you got baby boy?" I asked. "As much as I want. My parents and my sister are on vacation for two weeks." He panted. "Oh bitch," I thought to myself. You don't know what you just got yourself into.

In the summer of 2010 I flew to Spain for a week in the sun. After a couple of days of debauchery in Barcelona, my boyfriend and I took a train to the seaside town of Sitges, which several of my friends had recommended to us. So I found myself on a train filled with many hot, sexy men. I'm 35, 5' 11", with short, buzzed, brown hair, a youthful face some facial hair that I've allowed to grow into a closely trimmed goatee. I have blue eyes and a solid build. I'm not particularly hairy, but my chest and stomach are covered with fur, which I keep it trimmed and neat, not shaved. My cock is cut, above average in size, and seems to be always hard. I would describe myself mostly as a vers bottom. I only bareback with my boyfriend, but will sometimes blow other guys outside of our relationship and even then I insist the guys wear a condom. My boyfriend of three years and I had the talk; the talk that gave each of us approval to play outside the relationship without any guilt. We also talked about how if we fucked or got fucked by anyone, we would always wear a condom. The afternoon we arrived at Sitges, I stopped at a sex shop and picked up some single-use lubes, a couple of condoms, and a bottle of poppers. That evening, around 12:00 AM, my boyfriend and I went to XXL. While it wasn't all that busy, the music was amazing, so we danced for a while and the place gradually filled up. There were muscle bears, bears, otters, twinks, the 'guy next door' type, in short, there were men of all shapes, ages, and sizes. After about an hour on the dance floor, my boyfriend disappeared, seemingly for ages. I figured he must be upstairs in the dark room. I've been to the odd dark room in my time, but mostly it's always been a lot of groping and a few blow jobs that haven't turned into anyone cumming, at least in me. Anyhow, I decided to see if I could find him, so off to the dark room I went. The narrow dark room was pitch black, and, as it turned-out, so packed with men that I found it difficult to navigate. While I could see some shadows, that was about it, so hands proved to be the only way of exploring. Not surprisingly most of the guys were wearing t-shirts, and I took the time to explore some well-developed, hairy chests. I also encountered several cocks, so while most of the guys seemed to be fully clothed, a fair number of the guys were nearly naked. One of the nice experiences was that I could pretty much feel anywhere and no-one pushed my hand away, whether I was exploring some guy's chest, his neck, the small of his back, or slide my hand into the waistband of a guy's pants. Many a guy would even wiggle a little so I could reach further in his underwear and feel his ass and crack. I was feeling a little drunk and guys were grabbing my ass. I walked along and this one particular guy grabbed the back of my belt and pulled me backwards towards himself. I let him pull me to him until I was standing directly in front of him, my ass pushed up against his crotch. His hands started roaming my chest, under my t-shirt, rubbing my nipples and rubbing my entire front and cock through my jeans. I was hard and he could feel it. He began to lick my neck, and almost involuntarily I reached behind my ass, the palms of my hands rubbing the front of his shorts. To my pleasure I found the top button of his shorts was already undone and the zipper was half down. He massaged my shoulders a little and whispered something Spanish in my ear. He was rock hard. I was able to lower the zipper a little lower and I reached into the front of his shorts. This seemed to be a invitation for him to reach down, unfasten my belt and fly and lower my jeans. I leaned forward away from him a little and he slowly pulled my jeans down and then my underwear, only pausing for a moment to grab my hard cock that sprang forward when he yanked down my pants. Other guys were still passing in front of me in this dark room that was more of corridor than a room, but other than the odd grab-and-rub of my cock, all the action was coming from the guy behind me. And let me say, he knew exactly what he was doing. I reached inside his underwear and felt a large, fat, uncut, dripping cock. Fuck, was he horny. I moved my hands so that my palms were facing and rubbing his furry belly. With one hand firmly and slowly jerking my cock, he pulled his shorts and underwear down, and they fell to his feet, so I kept exploring his body. With his free hand he began rubbing the crack of my ass, his firm fingers going right for my hole. They were rough and he was intent on trying to push a finger inside me. My pants were only partially lowered, certainly not quite at my feet, but I still had to lean forward to grab the small tube of silicone lube I had in my pocket. Retrieving it, I handed it to him. He flipped open the bottle and I thought he was going to rub some on his finger to lube my ass, but instead, he pushed me forward a little and he began lubing his cock. Obviously he thought I was giving him the green light to fuck me, but I wasn't. I didn't want him to fuck me without a condom. Not here, and not with a guy I didn't know or couldn't even see, but I was a little drunk and it was all happening pretty quickly and before I realized it, he was pulling me back towards him and his cock was lodged between my cheeks. His cock was really solid and his hands on my waist were strong and pulling me back on his cock, the head of his cock was pushing right for my hole now and I knew he was going to push it in. Raw. I thought for a second he was going to miss my hole but he didn't. I didn't want him to miss so I leaned just a little forward and then I felt him enter me. Slowly and firmly, my ass was stretching as he kept a firm hold on my hips. It felt fucking amazing. My mind was racing. I thought I either pull away now completely, or enjoy our session. I decided on the latter. I reached into my other pocket and fished out my poppers, but found I had to lean forward to reach down enough into my pockets because my jeans were now halfway down my legs. When I made this move, he pushed right in. All the way in. I could feel his pubic hair on my ass. His cock was inside me and he was holding me there, still for a couple of seconds, but not for long. His hands were on my waist and his cock was completely inside my ass. I opened the poppers and took a hit - a deep hit. He took the bottle from me, and I heard him take four deep hits, then he handed the bottle back to me, so I took another hit. Although I was now flying,and everything was a little out of focus, I could still feel the thump of the music and I could feel bodies pushing past us in the dark room. I was sweating and flying. He held onto my waist and pulled me on and off his cock, steadily, not fast, but with the serious intention to fuck me deeply. He straighten me upright with a few gestures, and then he began licking and sucking my neck, whispering in my ear, licking my ear. I tried to turn my neck and head so he cold kiss my lips. He took the hint and we kissed a little. I could feel stubble on his face. He was sweating, breathing heavily, and his tongue pushed into the corner of my mouth. As the position was very difficult on both of us, we stopped kissing and he placed his hands on my hips. I took the hint and began to rock forward and backward, slowly. I wanted him to enjoy my ass, so in my mind I was imagining that I was jerking him off with my ass, clenching and unclenching my ass muscles so he would not be able to stop fucking me before pulling out. He started a regular steady rhythm of fucking. I opened the bottle of poppers and took another hit, and he followed suit, taking several strong hits. The entire time I moved forward and backward on his cock. He was fucking me more deeply and I was completely enjoying the sensation of his cock inside my ass. As his fucking intensified, my mind was flying. All I could think about was what we looked like. What he looked like and what is cock looked liked pounding in and out of my ass. His fucking was taking on an animal like quality. I could hear him grunting. I reached down and grabbed my cock and started to jerk. He was pounding my ass so fiercely I thought I might bounce right off of it but he kept amazing control. I could hear the music of the club and I was loving every minute of the experience: the beat the music and the hot raw cock in my ass. I reached between my legs and I could feel his cock fucking my ass. I felt it with my fingers as it was pounding in and out of my ass. This must have driven him a little crazy because his fucking began to get harder and I could hear him grunting and his body started to spasm a little. He was cumming in me. I could feel him cumming inside me. He slowed down a little and then his cock popped out. Cum immediately ran down my leg. He turned me around and pulled me towards him, kissing me passionately. For the first time our cocks rubbed together. His was gradually going soft, even if it was sticky with his cum, but my cock was hard and pressed up against his. His hands grabbed my ass and he pulled me very tightly towards him. That was enough for me, and I came, shooting between our bodies and stomachs. He knelt down and licked my cum, taking my cock inside his mouth for a couple of seconds, sucking out the last couple of drops of cum from out of my cock. Then he stood up, pulled up his pants and said 'ciao' and disappeared. He was done, I was done, so I pulled up my pants and went off in the opposite direction, wondering if my boyfriend was also getting into some trouble. Anyone have any stories from some fun they've had in Sitges?

SORRY for my english that a REAL story !!! 4 days before my birthday in 2015, i was looking for sex on Internet in Montréal... nothing special in my mind exceped, fucking and getting fucked. We chatted a bit until we recognised each other and he invited me at his place. I left my husband (we're in an open relationship since the beginning) So i left around 23h and i got to his place at 23h30... He's really my kind of men... the kind of men that breaks all the barrier you put... We talked a bit, we undressed and we start to kiss... For a reason that i ignore why, i asked him he was still using chems and he said yes. I asked him if he would like me to take some (i trust him) so we could have a long night together. (i stopped seeing him in the past because he was too much addict to chems). He gave me GHB, MDMA and just a bit of K... and then we started to play, slowly. After 45 minutes, i started to feel my fingers wierd... so i understood that the chems started to act... I was off meds for the first time and he says that he was off too... so still contagious. I got rock hard the moment he said that... I have NO idea what he took for chems... and he but his dick against my ass and start to push a bit... mu ass opened and "absorb" his dick almost instantly... Since he was deep inside, he stopped... and he started to piss in me... The feeling with XTC was unbeleivable. I kept all his piss inside... so i got nother kick with the chems that was in his piss. I absorbed it completly! Then he started to explain why he wanted to piss in my ass... to irritare inside and make my rectum more vulnerable to his viruses... and... to his syphilis! He's a big precummer, so i got sure to have a lot of toxic fluid from his ! When he started to fuck in his piss, he and I were very verbal for infectious fuck... He felt active more than passive... and i could say that he was feeling RADIOactive !!! Thanks for the chems, my ass NEVER burn. he fucked me slowly, to make sure that the skin of his cockhead was correctly connected and against every part of my rectum! After a couple of hours with some breaks to breath, I surrender completly to him... then he talks showed me twisted things... like a documentary of a Parasyte Wasp who sting his prey to inject larvea eggs that's gonna eat the prey by inside and "reprogram" the mind of the prey to protect the larvea until the larvea eat all inside the prey... and like a Komodo dragon who bites an anumal and wait for the bacterias in the saliva takes effect to slowly destroy the nervous system of the animal bitten and come eat it alive... That turns me on at a level you can not imagin ! I was demanding more! With him, i had NO limit. I would be fucked by a DOG, a DONKEY ,ANYBODY or ANYHTING if he asked. Just to please him ! I learned that night a lot of thing. I learned to accept that i was STILL chasing... for something MORE... We continued to fuck, he pissed in my ass 2 other times. We played for 14 hours (including several breaks) and he came just one time in my ass... at 13h00 and we stopped to fuck at 14h00 after i came in his ass. Now, i would like to do something similar... but no more with him but with someone else... I'm not using chems normally... but for things like that, i would certainly use ! Sick, infectious, toxic and proud of it!

Can't believe that the last 2 comments came from me still! Just reread this story for maybe the 3rd or 4th time. Still fucking hot and is an excellent example of the storytelling talents of @losolent. Seduction, love, hot sex, pozzing, storyline, this has it all. Thank you.

I wasn't looking to be pozzed but i took every single load bare .... it had to have happened sooner or later and i've been poz for over 30 years now. I advise sluts to take their PREP. Being poz is not a glorious thing despite the stupid snd even criminal assholes that think pozzing someone is awesome. It isn't. Life will never be the same. Do not believe the stories!!!

No. Science itself is not flawed. Responsible, ethical scientists - true scientists - do not produce the kinds of pay-for-proof “studies” that you’re referring to. Those are created by persons who have abandoned the Scientific Method, and indeed any method of truth-seeking, and become propagandists for sale to the highest bidder. They use the name of Science, but none of its substance.

I was in the doctor’s office for my annual exam. I had being seeing Dr. Phillips for a few years and I was pretty comfortable talking about all my health care issues with him. He knew that I was gay. Hell…he even knew that I was a bottom during sex. It was around 4:30 pm on a Friday afternoon and I was looking forward to the three-day weekend. I guess mine was the next-to-last appointment of the day. There was only one guy left in the waiting room. He was a slender guy, a little older than me, with average looks and short sandy hair. I didn’t pay much attention to him. After checking my physical responses, the doctor asked me the usual health and lifestyle questions. This year, however, my answer about whether I practiced safe sex was different. I told him that I had gotten fucked without a condom on several occasions. Surprisingly, I didn’t get the lecture that I expected. Instead, he asked me to explain my reasons for bottoming without protection. Hesitantly, I told him that I was becoming attracted to the idea of “bug chasing.” I said that I was attracted to the idea of taking poz cum. He said, “Are you aware of the risk that you might convert to being HIV-positive?” I relied, “I guess so. I haven’t thought about it that much yet, but the notion of routinely taking loads of some guy’s infected sperm is becoming increasingly appealing to me. It’s like breaking some wild kind of taboo!” The doctor said, “I’ve read up on this kind of behavior and it seems that most men professing a desire to be "pozzed" are really only engaging in an extreme sort of fantasy. Do you think that’s true in your case?” “No, Doc, I’m sure that that’s what I want. The whole idea turns me on for so MANY reasons!” When he heard this, his manner changed…more alert, more interested. He looked at me intently for a few moments, as if making up his mind about something. He said, “I’ve got an idea. It just so happens that the young man out in the waiting room has recently tested HIV-positive. We haven’t started him on any medications yet, so his Viral Level is extremely high. Why don’t I ask him to join us?” “You mean NOW?” I squeaked. I was still lying on the exam table, clad only in a thin Johnny that had been pulled up above my waist. I felt exposed and vulnerable. “Yes, right now! There’s no time like the present.” He then stood up, crossed the room and opened the door to the waiting room. I heard him tell his nurse that she could go home now. “Have a great weekend, Nancy!” he said. Next, he called out, “Mark! Why don’t you come into my office?” I could hear footsteps as the quiet young guy that I’d seen earlier came on in. He looked with a gleam of interest at my half-naked body lying on the examination table. The doctor said, “Mark, this is Alex, one of my patients. He currently is HIV-negative but he tells me that he’s been having unsafe sex recently in hopes of contracting the virus. Isn’t that right, Alex?” I could only blush in response. Mark stared at me with a wolfish grin on his face. Doctor Phillips continued, “It occurred to me that you two could help each other. Mark was telling me that he’s been getting very frustrated since his diagnosis because he stopped having sex. Mark, you don’t mind discussing this with Alex present, do you?” “No, doc! That’s ok. It’s just that I’m so HORNY all the time now. Do you think I’ll ever be able to fuck normally again?” The doctor then said to me, “You’re ok with this, too, Alex? We have your permission to help? I mean, you don’t object, do you?” I was confused. Help me? Help me with WHAT? I tried to say something…anything, but only a choked sound came out. “Well,” the doctor said, “the solution seems pretty simple. Mark, why don’t you go ahead and insert your penis into Alex here so you can commence intercourse. That will grant you the sexual release you’ve been seeking and Alex here can begin receiving the virus that he’s been trying to get. Go ahead, Mark, give him what he’s been asking for.” My head was spinning but I could only moan incoherently at the thought of what was about to happen. Was I just going to let this total stranger deposit his infected fluid deep within my bowels? Dr. Phillips voice brought me back. “Here’s some KY Jelly, Mark. Doctors always have plenty of that on hand.” At that, I felt a large stiff cock push inside me. Mark muttered, “Shit, doc! You don’t know how great this tight hole feels. You sure this guy Alex doesn’t care that I’m gonna flood his guts with my AIDS babies? Is that what you want, Alex? You want me to knock you up?” The doctor replied, “Don’t give it a second thought, Mark! It’s exactly what he wants. He told me so himself!” After Mark shot his first toxic load into me, Dr. Phillips insisted that he repeat the intercourse twice more “for good measure.” On my way out the door on wobbly legs the doctor slipped a small white appointment card into my hand. “I want the two of you to return for office visits until your HIV test comes back positive. Have a great weekend and see you next week!”

Nothing beats feeling the power of my deadly cum shooting into a neg cunt

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.

As the lanky teen with the cute smile shuffled past me carrying the stack of filing boxes, I kept staring at his lean body while I walked, until almost falling over a stack of shipping crates. Stopping just short of the pile, I turned and watched him disappear out the back door with them. My cock jumped in my khakis as I wondered who the new blood was. "Excuse me sir," a deep voice said from behind me, causing me to turn around and press myself against the wall as he passed me again with another stack. It puzzled me how he had managed to unload the boxes and get back inside and pass me in only a few seconds, until the back door opened and he walked back in, followed by...himself? 'Twins!' I realized as the two teen boys wiped sweat from their brows and passed me going the opposite direction to get another load. "Who are they?" I asked a co-worker as we pretended not to watch the fit teens take load after load of old tax paperwork out to the truck to be hauled away and shredded. "Marvin's grandsons," Jessica replied, covertly watching them in the reflection on her computer monitor. "He got the bossman to agree to let them come in a few days a week and intern in the accounts department with him until they go back to school in August. Their names are Mac and Mal or something like that, and they play basketball for their high school team and need some more academic stuff for their resumes if they want to get into a good school or some shit like that." Eyeing them less discretely than my co-worker, I caught a glimpse of one boy's ripped abs when he lifted his shirt to wipe his face off, and oogled the other brother's butt when he bent to get the last box, making his pants ride down exposing his hairless creamy ass cheeks and crack. Fantasies of a basketball boy sandwich with me in the middle were floating around my head, causing my hard on to leak into my briefs. I was so lost in my imaginary world that I didn't realize they had caught me watching them and were coming over to say hello, until they were suddenly at my desk. "Hey I'm Mark," the one in the blue bball shorts and black tee said, before pointing to the brother in white plaid shorts and a green tee and adding, "and this is my bro, Mike. You must be Peter. My granddad said you were the computer genius around these parts." I nodded and tried not to check out their bulging boy packages while they asked me some technical questions. Answering as quickly as I could, I hoped they didn't notice my voice cracking or how desperate I was to keep my lap concealed under the keyboard drawer on my desk. Finally they seemed happy with the facts I'd provided and made some joke about me seeing them around, maybe twice. I laughed a little too hard but they just smiled and returned to the re-org work they'd been busy with before they came over. Once the coast was clear I ducked into the bathroom and jerked a huge load all over the sink and mirror, with visions of these teen gods doing the same. -- The rest of the week went by uneventfully, with me spending twice as much time in the bathroom as any of the other employees, spanking my meat to images of the twins I'd managed to find on their facebook pages. As it turned out, they were all too happy to friend the just-out-of-college, tech-savvy young computer tech when I sent the request, and that made me happy once I found out they were aspiring models and had dozen, perhaps hundreds of photos of the two of them in tuxedos, work-out gear, shirtless and even in matching red speedos. My sixth sense had been right, their dicks were well above average, at least according to the photos where they could be seen through the speedo fabric. When Friday arrived I was ready to get the hell out of there and go find some young buff bball boy to substitute for the hot new interns, and I even decided to take it further than usual, texting my guy and setting it up so I could drop by and pick up some tina on my way to the club. When I got to his place I was eager to get back out and find some ass to pound, but my dealer convinced me to stop in and smoke with him first, even offering to load the first bowl himself. Never one to turn down free drugs, I agreed and plopped down on the couch next to him and told him about the hot new guys at my work. "That's awesome bro!" he coughed as he said it, obviously turned on at the idea of twinteens as well. "Wish I could see them. Where do you work so I can sneak past one night at closing and check them out?" Uncomfortable with the idea of my dealer knowing where I made a living, I offered instead to show him a photo of the twins, but I made sure it was only a shirtless pic since I felt kinda possessive about their asses and dicks after a week of coveting them. "DAMN MAN, I know this dude!" My dealer yelled, causing me to cough as I smoked. "I know one of them anyway. This kid stops by once in awhile to buy some shit for him and his girl. Always thought he was hot, but now that there's two of him, I want him twice as bad!" "What's the name of the kid who buys from you?" I demanded. "Dunno. I always call him doc cause he only gave me his initials when we met: M.D." He said, swiping through more of my photos. Could have been Mike or Mark from the initials, but I was desperate for more info that might lead me to discover which one did drugs, so that I might blackmail him into doing me too. "In fact, doc said he'd be stopping by around 8 if you want to stick around and see him." As intriguing as the prospect of him coming in and my catching him in the act of buying might be, I knew I had a lot more to lose in this situation than he did, so I made sure my guy wasn't going to snitch on me and got out of the house by 7:45. Inside my car I began to pull away but stopped myself at the end of the block. I needed to be sure my dealer was telling the truth, so I pulled around the block, and parked under a tree a few houses down, with a perfect view of the front door. By 8:10 I was ready to call it quits when a familiar grey sedan turned the corner and pulled up in front of the house. It idled for a moment before the engine cut out and the driver's door opened. My breath caught in my throat as all 6'6" of boyish ball player stood up out of the car and began walking up the path. With no idea which guy of the two I was seeing, all I could do was fondle myself and picture one of them sucking smoke from a pipe while I pounded my 8 and a half inch dick deep into his athletic ass. Minutes passed before he returned to the car and I used my phone to snap a few photos of the boy so I had a record of what he was wearing as he slid behind the wheel and drove off. Turning around and heading home, I signed onto facebook as soon as I reached my garage and tried messaging both boys to see which one was out in the car and which one was being good and staying away from drugs. Neither one responded and both had similar statuses, reading 'out with the crew tonight, c u at the spot' and 'cruisin with da buds 2nite.' After 20 minutes it became clear that the twins were too busy with their friends to check my message on fb, so I got on my phone and used a hookup app to find some sexy bottom bitch who wasn't too far from me.it took about the amount of time for me to shower and change my sheets before the guy appeared on my front stoop. 6'2", almost as blonde as the bball twins, with a more classically handsome face, more muscle mass and hard inside his shorts, I pulled him inside and had my cock inside him as soon as I could get his shorts off. Disappointed that he wasn't one of the boys, I took comfort in his perfect body and well-trained sexual prowess, fucking him 4 times over the next few hours, with a few periodic breaks for some bowls to be smoked and a shower after round 3. When he left around 4am, I was still hyped up on tina and in no mood to quit partying, so I picked up my phone and started cruising again when it buzzed, alerting me to a new fb message. It was Mark, who I'd discovered was the quieter of the twins, seeming happy to let his 'big' bro (older by 6 minutes according to Mike) take the lead in most situations. 'Hey dude, where u at 2nite?' Mark's reply read. Assuming it had been posted a lot earlier, I almost ignored it until I saw the time stamp and realized he'd only written it an hour ago, around 3:20. 'My place,' I typed in, debating whether to embellish my evening to make myself seem cooler or just include some details of what I had been up to and possible cross a line that I shouldn't. Unable to decide, I kept it vague, ending the reply with 'buzzed from a crazy night.' Unsure if he would respond or if he was awake still, I almost giggled when my phone alerted me that he responded only a minute later. 'Nice! me2. Went out w/ friendz and got hi' it read. Without knowing what he was high on, I still admired his bravery admitting that he was on something, since I not only knew his grandfather but also had the ability to get him fired from his internship. The same thought must have hit him when another message quickly followed:'u cool? pls don't tell.' Laughing, I decided to ease his stress level and responded: 'no worries bro, im no snitch. been known to try stuff when I was young 2. could get wild sometimes.' 'i knew u were cool...and ur not old enuf 2 say 'when I was young.' When was that? last week?' his response made me laugh. Guess my vague answer didn't put him off the scent like I thought. When I didn't answer his last question he added another: 'what did u get in2 when u smoked?' Again I paused before responding and wondered what I should say. If he was the brother I'd seen at my guy's place earlier, this might be my chance to have him join me for some bowls and eventually lure him into letting me suck him or watch him with his girl. If this was the other brother, I could be revealing hard drug use to a teenager who might be stupid enough to tell someone at the office or he might hate the fact his brother does drugs like that and decide to get me in trouble with my boss or even with the cops as some bizarre lesson. 'u first' I typed into the messenger and waited for his response. I'd already told him I wouldn't snitch, so I hoped he would confess to me, but I wasn't too surprised when all he said in return was 'all sorts of things :)' 'Same here' was my reply. After that we chatted inanely for awhile, finally reaching a point where we'd run out of things to share, and a long silence occurred. Taking to my hookup app, I almost didn't notice the notification in the corner when, about 20 minutes later, he sent another message reading 'every1 here is 2 hi, no fun :(' Seeing the opportunity to find out which one I'd seen before, I asked him who he was with, since my dealer said his customer always bought for himself and his girlfriend. If he said his girl, it could be either of them, but if he was with friends, chances are it was Mike I'd seen before. Totally catching me off gaurd, Mark responded 'my bro and sum buds.' Shit! If they were together, I had no way of knowing which one I saw earlier. Then it his me, if they were together, they were probably both smoking the tina! Typing quickly, I asked him if he'd taken any photos of his antics from earlier. When he said yeah and asked why, I asked him to send me a pic of his buds and his bro, making up some excuse about possibly knowing some of the guys he hangs with and wanting to see a pic to be sure. He was quiet enough that I figured he was probably thinking it was a bad idea, so I decided to sweeten the pot adding 'u send me a pic of ur friends tonight, and I'll send u a pic of my friend 2nite.' 'ok! u send first' came back quickly. Mark must have deduced from our conversation, specifically some remarks I made about 'needing 2 shower' and 'wandering round my place in da buff,' that I had been screwing earlier in the evening. Unable to convince myself to be sane and say no, I found a picture I'd taken of the bottom face down with his thong-clad ass in the air, and cropped it so all you could see what his lower back and ass. Somewhat sure that it looked round enough to be a girl's butt, I sent him the photo and prayed he wouldn't figure out who he was seeing. Almost immediately a response came back with only one word in all caps: 'HOT!' Bells sounded alerting me that I had a picture message, and my hands shook as I opened the file entitled 'less exciting photo than 1 u sent me.' As it loaded, I began to make out some boyish faces, and surprisingly, some girls as well. It hadn't occurred to me that some of Mark's buds might be girls, but at least I could be semi-confident that none of them were his girlfriend from the label he'd given. His brother was standing behind a girl in the photo and hugging her to his chest blocking the outfit he was wearing, defeating my plan to find out if he was the guy I'd seen at the house. Undaunted I asked for another pic and Mark eagerly responded that he'd be happy to...as long as I understood it was quid pro quo. Digging through my new pics, I found one of the blonde bottom mouthing my junk through my briefs and cropped and edited it until only his mouth and nose could be seen drooling on my cotton-encased hard-on. zooming in as close as possible to see if I could make out any blonde stubble on his chin, I felt secure that Mark would be fooled again and sent the photo. This response took longer and I began to worry that I might have shown too much when my phone ding-a-ling-ed again and another message came through entitled 'couple hours later.' In this message, Mark had included a few photos of his buddies and brother stripped down to their boxers or panties respectively and taking shots in a hot tub on the same porch where the last one was taken. I scrolled through all of them and was disappointed that there was no way to tell which guy was which in the photos (even though all the ripped teen torsos and see-through undies did have me stroking pretty seriously). 'want more?' I wrote, while simultaneously searching my phone to see if any of the rest of mine could be re-done to hide the sex of my partner. I was considering sending one where I had my cock head forcing its way into the sweet smooth asshole of the boy, when Mark told me that he was all out of photos, but really wanted to see more of me and the 'bitch I'd fucked yesterday.' Crest fallen, I went to correct him on the date and discovered it was almost 8am and the boy had arrived at my place nearly 11 hours before and a whole day earlier. making some excuse about needing sleep, I ended the chat session and jerked off to a photo of Mike and Mark standing up in the hot tub, boxer-briefs clinging to their long, flaccid dicks and fuzzy thighs, giving enough definition to show me that they were both cut. My load was gigantic. -- Saturday I spent doing chores and hooking up with a guy from my gym after my work out. As I bred him in a shower stall that afternoon, some young guy was unabashedly watching us and pounding away at his average size uncut dick. Closing my eyes I imagined the hole on my cock belonged to Mike and his brother was the guy enjoying the show. Gym guy commented as we got dressed that his ass hadn't been fucked that well in years, and the voyeur snuck me his number on the back of a gym brochure before an older man, probably his father, yelled for him to stop fucking around and get changed so they could leave. Through out the day and the following night, I exchanged texts with Mark and strung him along just enough with vague details about my hookup in the afternoon to get him to continue to hound me for more information and unwilling reveal more about how far he'd gone and what he had planned. From what I gathered, he lost his virginity to a girl from his swim team when he was a freshman in high school while her best friend took his brother's v-card. After that he'd had one steady girlfriend for awhile who put out regularly but she moved away. My cock spewed more semen as he told me how he and his bro shared a girl down the block for awhile until she figured out they were both fucking her and ended it by kicking Mike in the junk and telling him to "share that with your brother too!" The LOL in my response was honest, but didn't include the CUM the story made me shoot. Finally I got around to asking if he had a girlfriend, to which he replied 'no.' Part of me was glad he wasn't with some girl but the other part knew that meant it must have been his brother I'd seen at the dealer's house the night before. Still I figured he might have enjoyed some of the goodies, so I decided to press on with our friendship. I went to bed early that night (early being around 11pm), and dreamt of Mark in bed with me, sucking my cock, then turning into Mike (don't ask how I knew the difference) and taking his turn on my dick. For some reason I felt guilty when Mike was doing it, but when I went to push him off, he turned back into Mark and finished the job. I awoke the next morning at 7 with cum in my tighty whiteys and a lot of questions in my mind. As I took my morning piss, I was happy to find messages from Mark and Mike, who had apparently been brought up to speed on my conversation with his brother. Each had sent me questions about my own sexual experiences, and after I'd failed to respond for a few hours, it turned into more of a drunken contest to see who could send me more explicit descriptions of things they'd done attached to photos of the girls from the stories (all pg-13 rated or under) until around 2 am when Mike stopped texting and both of them went quiet. Then at 5:13am, a message from Mark had arrived saying 'wana knw wut I wan2 try?' followed by 'beign w/ a guy.' Sitting stunned I moved forward in the conversation as Mark slowly admitted to wondering what dudes felt like and asking if I'd ever done anything with a guy. The last text was from mere minutes before I'd woken up and all it said was 'Mikw nad I messd round ocne.' Translating from the language of drunk I almost had a stroke realizing it said Mike and I messed around once. Hands shaking, I typed back carefully 'oh yeah, what did u guys do?' The minutes seemed like hours and I'd almost given up hope that he was awake and still drunk enough to tell me, when the bells went off. 'jus jerkd each ohter offf and stuf.' was his response. My heart jumped while I asked what stuff meant. His shyness returned with 'u know, stuff. nothnig gay.' Not wanting to push my luck, I left it up to my imagination and began stroking to their hot tub pic when another bell went off and he asked me again if I'd ever done anything with a guy. Horny as fuck and thinking I might still be asleep, I responded with the same shot of the bottom in the thong that I'd sent the day before, followed by another shot of the same guy on his back, with his cock clearly visible through the thong, and finally one more photo of me and the thong-wearing bottom in the mirror opposite my bed, his legs over my shoulders, my cock in his ass, and his head thrown back in pleasure. Once I was sure my face couldn't be seen in the picture, I hit send and waited. 5 minutes passed, then 10, then 20, 25, 30, 40. My mind was spinning as I wondered if I was about to get fired for sending fuckpix to the teen grandson of the head of accounting, but a bell went off instead. Opening the text on my phone, I scrolled through five pictures. One: a blurry pic of Mark in a bathroom mirror, holding his phone and wearing a black polo and baggy jeans, sagging enough to reveal the waist band of a pair of red and black undies. Two: another slightly less blurry pic of Mark in the mirror, now shirtless, flexing his chest and arms. Three: Mark holding his phone in front of him and taking a downward shot, this time with his pants out of the photo, and a hand shoved down his undies. four: Mirror again, undies pulled down to midthigh, facing away and flexing his back muscles, while clenching his butt enough to make the white buns taut and round. Five: A shot straight down his torso with his big, hard cock pointing out and up in his left hand, with a drop of precum peaking out of the head. After I finished looking at them, I got another text asking me simply 'what do u thnik?' 'U got me hard man.' I responded, stroking slowly hoping I might get more photos if I didn't cum at that very moment. 'Prove it.' came his response, and without a second thought, I walked into the bathroom, dropped my undies to the floor and took a shot of my impressive pecs, abs, dick, balls and thighs in the mirror. Pressing send so fast I couldn't be sure my face was entirely hidden, I decided I didn't care as long as it meant the possibility of more pics of Mark today, tomorrow or somewhere down the road. Instead I received a message that demanded another photo of my hard cock(or drunkenly written: my hard cokc). Snapping a few photos of my left hand stroking it while my right hand conveniently aimed the camera so my head was concealed, I sent a group all at once. The next text was short and to the point: 'make it come.' Unable to deny the quiet teen,I threw one foot up on the toilet next to me, switched over to video mode on my camera and began stroking for all I was worth. Seconds later a huge load rained from my thick, red, angry mushroom head, smearing streaks down the mirror as it sprung forth. As I lowered myself to the floor and caught my breath, I paused to wonder if I was better to deny the view of this explicit video from the inexperienced eyes on the opposite end of the conversation. The pervert who lusted over his co-worker's grandsons won out in the end though, and I ended up sending the video with a subject that referred to both the video's contents and my intentions for the boy: 'i'm coming for you.' -- Pulling into the work parking lot the next morning, I was a little unhappy to see the grey sedan already parked by the employee entrance. Most of the company wouldn't be in until after 9, so I'd hoped my 8:15 arrival would allow me the chance to watch out the window and see which of the twins drove the grey sedan. Most likely it was a shared vehicle or they at least carpooled for work purposes, so the entire idea was probably moot. Still, I had an uncommon obsession with needing to know which boy was the druggie if only one was into that stuff. After I thought I'd deduced it was Mike since Mark had no girlfriend, I saw Mike's relationship status on facebook was set to 'single' for months now, so it was a toss up who my dealer had been selling to, or if he was even being told the truth in the first place. Most likely whoever 'Doc' was, he made up the girlfriend after my dealer made eyes at the boy, figuring it would keep the gay drug dealer from making a move. Lost in thought over the entire scenario, I almost ran smack into one of the boys as I rounded the corner to go into my desk area. Apologizing and wondering if this was the boy who sent me his naked photos, he told me it was no sweat, and asked if I hadn't responded Saturday night because I was too busy getting more of the same from the night before. Revealing himself as Mike by being unaware of the nude picture exchange, I just smiled and told him I had fun and moved past him and got to work. Keeping an eye out for Mark, I began to get more and more nervous that I'd gone too far when 9 turned into 9:30 and the whole office was at work with still no sign of the quieter twin. Finally the boys' grandfather called down into the filing basement for Mark to "stop dilly dallying and get up here." Mark appeared soon after, scanning the office with his eyes until they came to rest on me, at which point they darted away, and so did he. Obviously I wasn't the only one who was nervous about what had gone down, so I decided to text Mark and let him know it was cool. me(9:48a): sorry if i freaked u out yesterday morning. we cool? Mark(9:56a):yeah me(10:04a): u ok? Mark (10:21a): yeah, cant talk now With his curt tone and short answers I figured Mark was now a lost cause. Just another sexy text memory to get me off when I'm alone and high, I guess. When he texted me at lunch and apologized for his abrupt response earlier, I was so happy to hear from him that I almost stopped him in the hall as he passed me. The embarrassed look on his face and inability to look me in the eye kept me from acknowledging him, even when his brother started up a conversation that afternoon, with him only a few feet away. We chatted about our crazy weekends in hushed tones and I enjoyed seeing Mark's brow form a dewy layer when I told him how many sexts I'd received the last few days. Mike practically demanded that I show him some, but somehow his forceful tone did nothing but make me want to say no. Still I considered showing him one from gymguy describing my amazing fuck skills, just to see if I could give Mark a heart attack and pretend it was one from him. Knowing better, I told both boys to get back to work and reminded them that it wouldn't be professional to share that stuff at work. Mark let out a sigh of relief as they walked away, and I sent him a text promising to keep his secret before returning to my own, rather large stack of work. Over the next few days I barely saw Mark and Mike, but began texting with them more and more. With Mike it was always puns about the positions and lude acts accountants did with the files, usually culminating in him sending me a selfie where he had some paper in his fly or was humping a filing cabinet. Mark's texts were more lowkey, often poking fun at the shitty work he was doing or how many of the older executives were practically illiterate when it came to tasks like opening their email or sending a text message. Eventually they started referencing the sex stuff we'd discussed the weekend prior, never going far enough for him to admit to seeing me cum on video though. By Thursday the three of us were eating lunch together and stealing moments in the halls to exchange good natured barbs, so I figured I had worked my way back into Mark's good graces. It was time to mention the sexting and see if he would freak again. me: thanks 4 the coke at lunch, ill get u next time mark: no sweat. better you drink a soda than thirst for the cum of sumyungguy! me: lol that thirst is never satisfied *slurp* mark: gross dude me: you didn't think it was gross sunday morning me:? mark: about sunday...I was really fucking drunk and high and didn't know what the fuck I was saying. I never should have hit that bowl, that stuff was way too strong for me, and I feel really awful for texting u all that gross shit. me: it wasn't gross man. I enjoyed it, which u could probably tell. But if u wanna drop it, its cool. Just wondering what u were smoking that got u so fckd up? mark: something stronger than the shit I usually smoke. It was awesome but I lost control. I decided to test the waters and see if I could get him to admit what it was with a little admission of my own. me: yeah tina does that to me sometimes too. me: :/ me:? Mark: I don't know, I've never smoked tina. Just weed. Fuck. I'd admitted my worst habit and now the hot dude who works with me had me jerking on video AND admitting to drug use in text form. I was screwed for sure...until... Mark: Mike does tina sometimes. He even fucked his ex on it in front of me once. got me to film a little. (pic attached) The photo attachment included three shots. One: Mike taking a hit off a bubble. Two: Mike fingering a naked girl while she hit the same bubble. Three: Mike getting head from the girl while he hit the bubble. Me:shit dude thats hot! u shoulda joined them. Mark: Ew dude, thats my bro! Anyway I don't do hard drugs like that. Mike likes it tho. Said it made him hornier than fuck. Me: I can tell Mark:...Whats it like? Me: exactly like mike said, plus a hundred times better. Mark: cool Me: u never been tempted to try it. Mark: not really. seems like a waste unless u know ur gonna get some. Me: yeah, ur right. u should try it sometime tho. Mark: maybe. my ex will be in town this weekend, but ill probably just fuck her sober me:cool, back to work, ttyl Mark: ttyl man I snuck into the bathroom and barely had my cock out of my pants before I shot all over the tile floor and my pants and shoes. I didn't even get the door locked but luckily I was one of the last people in the building. Sneaking out the side door I ran to my car and drove home to jerk off again to the hot photos of the teen smoking and getting sucked. -- coming up: Friday

I got caught once by my grandmother...we never spoke of it explicitly, but she always asked how I was doing whenever she saw me and squeezed my butt , and would always tell me to be careful. She was VERY liberal and non-judgemental. Never said a word to my parents. Also got caught by an older lover's sister. He was housesitting for her...she wasn't supposed to be home for another 3 days. Imagine her surprise...walking into the living room, music blasting and finding her big brother fucking my boipussy doggystyle and me moaning like a big old bitch. I tried to get up and cover myself...but he grabbed me by the shoulder and slammed me right back onto his cock. I sheepishly looked up at her...she smiled shook her head and said she'd be sleeping by her friend's place that night. Turned out she's caught him on numerous occassions.

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.

Pride is celebrated every year as a protest against the Stonewall Inn incident. The intent is to stop spread of hatred. However over years, infections spike around the Pride parade. Is this responsible? I am aware of "its freedom" and " it's my body" etc. arguments. I am interested in knowing more socially responsible comments. There is definitely a disconnect between the intent behind Pride and using the occasion to be socially irresponsible. Why can't we use this occasion to solemnly remember those who were the victims of hate crimes and 1980s AIDS epidemic in the community and reassure ourselves of how we have evolved over time? It may sound philosophical but in my opinion it's better than a can of crisco. Your thoughts please.

Amazing story

I was a typical country bumpkin, knowing very little about sex when my older, hairy, handsome cousin initiated me into man/man sex. He had been fucking his sister, anally and between her large boobs, for years before we moved to their neighborhood. I did not know that my attraction to him was anything unusual, but I found him very pleasant to look at. One day we were alone, his family had all gone to some function. He was horny and started asking me about sex. I had little experience, just having jacked off with another cousin a few times. I got a boner and he had a huge one showing in his pants. We began stroking each other and soon our clothing was gone and he was sucking my cock. Damn, it was wonderful. I filled his mouth with a large creamy load. It was my turn. Nervous, I looked at his much bigger cock. It was pulsing and dripping precum and he was stroking and making motions for me to suck him. Taking just the tip in my mouth, I found the taste not to be unpleasant. I liked the slick feel of his precum. So I went further, licking and twirling my tongue to get all of his load. He was very vocal, encouraging me. He asked me if I had ever played with my ass before. Truthfully, I had done some carrots and cucumber play and found it really turned me on big time. I told him so. He turned me around and dropped down behind me. I thought what is he doing?! Then his warm wet mouth went to my hole and I melted. So wonderful, I was putty in his hands. After eating my ass for a while, he stood and I felt his throbbing pole pushing at the entrance. DAMN. That hurt and I begged him to stop. He said it would only hurt at first and then feel great, so I gritted my teeth and he began to slowly feed his cock into my aching abused hole. Eventually, after what seemed like a long time, I felt his hairy pubes against my ass. Letting me adjust, he kissed my neck and stroked my cock which was getting hard again. He began a pumping motion, slow and shallow. It began to feel pretty damn good and I told him so. He sped up and his strokes became longer, more forceful. Hitting my prostate, which I didn't know even existed, he was causing my cock to spit our precum. It was dripping onto my hand, his hand, and the floor. All I knew was that it felt fucking fantastic. He was panting and breathing hard when I felt him push hard into me, holding himself there and his thick tool got even bigger and pulsed. He shot and shot me full of his young man spunk cream. Afterwards he was very kind and loving. We repeated this scene over and over through several years before he eventually moved out of state, married, and began his family. I missed it terribly but was much too shy to seek out man sex with anyone. Just looked at pics of sexy men at every opportunity and dreamed of being fucked again. An interesting development after years of being out of state was that he moved his family back to the area. We would go fishing with his family and his sons. He never acted like we had done anything together. I often wondered if he was tempted to fuck my willing ass again.

What a great weekend World Pride is in NYC. I’m glad my brother is seeing this that he is not alone and is part of a big community. Sunday he will see millions lining the parade.

The only way I drink is right from the tap!

My boyfriend was out of town and I got on BBRT and scheduled my first hookup. I cleaned out real good to the point of certainty. I arranged to meet him about 8:30. Made it through crappy cross town traffic and met him at his driveway. Went inside his back efficiency apt and got down to making out hard. 69’d with my ass sitting on his face and his slender but lengthy hard cock down my throat. He had me lay on my back and pull my legs up. That hard cock (head in the shape of an upside down heart) slid in with just a little bit of pain which soon turned to pleasure as my hole opened up to accept that raw rod. After about 5 minutes he pushed in deep and tilted me back with my ass up higher and started cumming. He held his cock in deep until he finished. Mmmm. After I cleaned off his juicy cock and made plans to meet up again, I had every intention of being kinky but simple and going to the gym and working out with his load in me, but my cum slicked anal walls had a different idea. I drove to the nearest abs with booths but only 3 cars were there. Shit! I turned around and went to the next nearest abs, cursing at the Austin traffic. This abs only had 6 cars but it was about 10pm, this place was trashier and it had a theater and booths. No tops in the booths so I went to the back theater. A tall slender guy on the back row was jerking a pretty, meaty, hard dick. ( White with pink shading, big spongy head) I leaned over and sucked him for a few. Then he sat me up and put his mouth on my dick, but soon realized what I wanted and pulled me up on my feet. I dropped my shorts and quickly pushed a dollop of silicon lube in my hole as I bent over a bench that sits in front of the back row. His big white cock slid in with ease and felt so good. A big older guy came over and put his stumpy thick cock head in my mouth. “Ooo, you’re such a slut!” My fucker groaned as he slid in to home and shot his warm load in me. He pulled out and I turned around and cleaned off that cummy beauty, hoping the tall guy I had been sucking would move to my ass. But no go. After cruising by the dirty booths again, I gave up and moved to the third abs in Austin. (Just call me Goldilocks!) it was starting to get busier (it was Tuesday but it was around 11 pm). I wandered to the upstairs booths and saw an older guy, with a smaller but always hard cock that had once before given me a nice healthy white cumload, if memory serves me right. We went into a booth together and started making out. We sucked each other for a few until I took the initiative of dropping my shorts and bent over and he started to fuck. I could here someone going into the next booth ( no glory holes- fucking Texas!) as my older Papi rode my hole. As before, it didn’t take long for him to drop a creamy load in the entrance to my hole. He quickly put his clothes on and left, handing me his unused tokens. I felt like such a bookstore slut! As I started to leave the booth, a cute younger Latino guy, late 20s, a thicker mid section but decent body and a look of intent in his eyes walked right up to me, practically pushing me back in the booth. I had seen him here before, but didn’t think he was interested. He whipped out a big thick brown uncut cock with a slim head that turned into a thick shaft that only got thicker as it got to the base. Mmmmm. I was gonna feel that! I went to my knees and jammed that hardening dick down my throat and got that thing to thicken. He asked if I got fucked. I stood up. “Yeah.” “You like it raw?” “Ohhh Yeahhhh!” I turned around and he found my hole and pushed that cock in, stretching my hole the deeper he got. He HAD to feel the cum he was sliding in! I knew he did when he confessed “I knew you were getting fucked in here ! Your hole is so juicy! “ We pulled a padded bench cover down to the floor and he had me lay on my back and he pushed my legs up on his shoulders and fucked even deeper. He pulled out saying he “didn’t wanna cum yet.” I tried my best to play it cool as we stood up. We faced each other breathing hard. I kept looking at his cock as he weighed his options. He sighed and had me “turn around and put your hands on the bench.” I squatted over and arched my back trying to give him the best position to fuck up and deep in my hole. It worked! He started grunting and pumping that young cum in my hole. He pulled out and I went down on that beautiful cock. I should have gotten his number. He thanked me and handed me HIS tokens before he left. Whore! Satisfied, I was about to leave when this bossy freak barged in the booth. He had a small dick but it got hard when he ‘forced’ me to suck his dick. He then turned me around and over and started pile driving that thin little rocket in and out of my hole. The cum was starting to slosh out around his thumb sized peen. He pulled out and came pushing my head away, but I made sure to hold my hand out and catch a big palm size of cum, carefully reaching back and rubbing it on and in my pulsing hole. I went home and drifted off, humming as I tasted my cummy fingers that had been playing in my hole.

The many great features of well frequented bathhouses already mentioned. The fact that at their heart is the “bath” or realistically the shower means that guys are clean, something harder to guarantee in other cruising settings. For me this helps to overcome my usual reluctance to rim. I really enjoy rimming a guy, licking his asshole and pushing my tongue as deep within him as I can, and I find I’m more likely to initiate rimming with a freshly laundered ass.

Is that how they say "Pics or it didn't happen" in the Netherlands? Challenge accepted.

Yes, not feminine, you are female. It's your sexual function with respect to your breeders, not your appearance or self-presentation.

How about leave your children at home. Don't bring them to Pride, or leather bars where men wear harnesses and jockstraps. That's what sane responsible adults do. BTW #ISeeYou

Been 24 hours since my relapse back into drugs and sex. Called in sick for work and fucked 5 guys and have enough t to last me all week. Also got rid of meds I was going to start and I never felt more myself!

Couldn't agree more. Breeding sow here - the more verbal a Top is the more I go into heat to be mounted, fucked, and bred. Oink!

So happy to be flagging at Folsom Street East with my brother and how he handle him self with the crowd.

Yes, totally agree, especially since I became poz. I have become a total cumdump at the sex clubs and offer my ass up to all cocks and loads!

I became a total cum dump bottom 4 or 5 years ago, but once I started and let my inhibitions down I can totally relate to what you are feeling. As you move in this journey, soon you wonts have age ranges or looks, etc. you will want any cock in you and know your role is to please top men. It’s wonderful!

I absolutely relate! The first time I had a guy's hard penis in me I was hooked. Every year I have hundreds of sex partners as a result, with 2018 being a personal best on a level I didn't think possible til I went to work in the sex industry and discovered it is real and possible. My need to for taking cocks in me is near insatiable and I look for group use opportunities above all else because I love being watched while get used and passed around. This is just the start of your journey. In a year or two you will look back on this moment and realize the total pig sex addict you have become and then go out and seek more. It is a great way to live as a male. Embrace it!

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.

I've been like that since I was 18 just totally born to take cock and seed

I not only learned to take ANYBODY, I learned to take it ANYWHERE. Once, I was a cute, butch college boy in an XXX bookstore booth. I was blowing an effeminate old queen (in a fur coat!). He turned me around to fuck me. I whined, "I don't wanna do it HERE." He said firmly, "Well, HERE is where we are." I couldn't argue with that... 😉 LOL. Since then I've been fucked in alleys, on the hood of cars, over urinals, on pool tables... Like a whore.

My brother is finished with school for the summer so I found him a job to keep him out of trouble waiting tables 6 days a week. That should keep him good and tired.

Yes! i was only fortunate enough to be allowed to join one man and his son in my life. It was quite and experience.

The London Underground is one of the best places to check out bulges. Love it when guy sitting across from me falls asleep with his legs open. I've been caught a few times checking out crotches. Once it even got me a fuck. Hot, hung black guy on the tube. He woke up to see me checking out his bulge. We got off at the same station and started to talk. He ended up coming to my hotel room and fucked the hell out of me.

Part 2 - The Addiction As I got home I stripped off and had one of the most intense orgasms thinking about Fabian and still tasting the remnants of the cigar as I drifted off to sleep. Little did I know then that Fabian was gradually seducing me to get hooked on cubans firstly and feel comfortable around him. Then the second phase of getting me hooked on himself, but he was in no rush as it would only be a matter of time. Couple of days later I got a text inviting me over that evening, naturally I was excited and replied telling him I would be there at 7pm again. The gate opened and I walked up to the front door where he stood waiting, as I approached him he gave me a kiss on the cheek and a hug. We went through to the Orangery again where before he could say anything I had stripped down to my underwear, he stood there laughing and told me I was eager. This time two cigars were on the table as he handed me one of them. "Do you remember what to do?" he asked, "Think so." I replied. It was then I realised that the mixture of being in his company and holding the cigar caused a reaction in my groin. Thankfully I still had my underwear on trapping the results otherwise I would be flying the flag of all nations on my erection. I moistened the end just as he showed me and gave it a clean cut through with no damage. "Well done." he said, He passed the matches to me, as I struck one I charred the end lightly then puffed to light it, coughing as I did so on the first few attempts but eventually I achieved a full even burn. Fabian lit his cigar and we moved over to the sofa and sat down, he still had his robe on which looked a little bizarre when seeing our reflection in the window as I was nearly naked. I smoked on the cigar and began inhaling more and more and really got in to this cuban. The same flavours and aromas danced around my mouth and nose, feeling comfortable sitting next to him he watched me intently trying to gauge if the signs of getting addicted to his cigars were starting to show. Fabian disappeared for a moment and returned with two glasses of red wine, but this red wine was heavy bodied and match perfectly with the cigar. Only half way down the cigar I had to put it in the ashtray as I began to feel a little nausea wash over me, Fabian told me that was normal and my body would soon adjust. He continued to smoke his cigar and I drank the wine, this heavy bodied wine was also quite heavy in alcohol but delicious nevertheless. The alcohol was causing me to be a little loose lipped and started asking some probing questions... "Can I ask you what is an olympic kisser?" "I have a great enjoyment of kissing and I can French a guy until his tongue and lips go numb." as he chuckled at me. "How silly, is that even possible? "Be careful as I might show you and you would end up tongue tied" laughing. "Could be interesting. So what is it with the whole bareback sex thing that you like?" "Hmmm, didn't expect that question.. I enjoy feeling a guys a hole around my cock and gifting them my special seed." "Is it that different from condom sex?" "Completely and utterly bewitching and addictive." "Do you have a partner or boyfriend?" "Absolutely not, anyway when I fuck it is for my pleasure and thrill." "So what does the other person get out of it." "Whatever they want, but hopefully just the desire to pleasure me." "Oh you mean like those SM'y things, you know, master and boy?" "Boy?, you mean slave. No nothing that kinky, they learn how to pleasure me when I want to fuck." His robe slipped open more and I noticed something I hadn't seen before, a tattoo peeking above his underwear. "I never realised you had a tattoo." he looked at me and smiled. "Only the one." "What is it?" "It is me or a representation of me and who I am." "It looks very elaborate, can I see it?" He pulled his underwear down slightly so I could see it, an elaborate F surrounded by swirls which made it look like a biohazard symbol which disappeared down towards his cock. I found it to be very sexy and relaxed back against his arm as he placed it around my shoulder. I contemplated our brief conversation as I sipped my wine completely missing his comment about gifting his special seed. I picked up my cigar relit it and this time there was no coughing as I was now getting use to smoking and especially letting those flavours and smells hitting my senses again. As we both silently enjoyed our cigars, my erection seemed to take on a new vigour, but to his credit Fabian said nothing as his hand stroked my shoulder. All to soon we were done, I finished my wine as I stood up I felt buzzed and happy. As I dressed Fabian escorted me to the door telling me he would text me when to come over, his hand reached up and stroked my face as he kissed me on the lips and gave me a hug, as I turned he patted my arse "See you in a couple of days.". I seemed to float home, the taste of the cigar was still lingering, the tingling of my face as he kissed me when I left, and the way he caressed my shoulder. I was really enjoying spending time with him, I couldn't pin down if it was the cigars or just being around him, he exuded such an air confidence and masculinity and Spanish looks.

This happened earlier about three hours ago. I'm 26, currently unemployed, am ready to attend school next term, and have a 38 year old partner. He's a total top, whereas I'm a bottom. We decided to become "open" after a couple years of being together. He had no problem finding a FWB, but I couldn't find one. After three frustrating months of not being able to connect sexually with anyone, I posted on craigslist. My ad was pretty simple, straight to the point, saying I was looking for a top, and that I'd be ass-up, blindfolded and waiting. I also specifically mentioned with emphasis I only played safe. A few weirdos messaged me with somewhat cryptic e-mails containing numerous miss-spellings. I passed on them. Then a guy e-mailed me his dick pic and a shot of his athletic body. His cock was nice, thick and about seven inches. I responded inviting him to drop in, that I'd be waiting on all fours, a blindfold in place, and a condom on my back. I told him I wanted him to pull the condom on, slip his cock into my ass, and give me a good fuck. He agreed. When he showed-up the front door was unlocked. Hearing him arrive, I pulled on the blindfold, got into position on my bed, and anxiously waited. I heard the door open. I heard him step into my bedroom. I heard his belt hit the floor. He stepped up to the bed, grabbed the condoms that I had left for his use. I heard him rip open the cellophane wrapped. I would even swear I heard the squish as he rolled it down his cock. In short, I was confident he was wearing it as he lined his cock up with my hole and pushed deep inside, not a bit gentle, slamming his cock in and out of my ass in long strokes, never completely withdrawing, however. Part of me was concerned he would slide the condom off his cock and bareback me, using the 'incidental' withdraw from my ass as his opportunity, but that never happened and I was in heaven. After a long and unwelcome hiatus, I was being fucked by a stud who even muttered "Yeah, you're a nice little fuckhole, bitch." His thrusts abruptly stopped. He was cumming, and when his last spurt of cum blew into the condom, he withdrew, at which time I distinctly heard him roll the condom off his cock, including the plop of a full condom dropping into the trash can. Then he took his sweet time getting dressed, leaving in silence, without saying a word. Although I really wanted to immediately inspect the condom, I controlled myself, hard as a rock, but prone on the bed until he left. Then I jumped to my feet, pulled-off the blindfold and removed the condom from the trashcan. The latex was heavy with cum, perhaps as much as half full. I was shocked. As I stood there marveling at the amount of cum he had blown, I detected a weird 'full' sensation in my ass, which was immediately followed by the sensation of a dollop of some liquid dropping into my underwear, where, upon checking, I found a small white puddle of some viscus fluid. I was confused. I went to the restroom only to discover I was full of cum. I went back to the full condom and the cum was cold. Really cold. Which led me to think the load was old and he had filled the condom beforehand, and brought it to our hook-up to fool me. I honestly didn't imagine this would happen the first time I hooked-up with a guy, but at the same time I've found I can't help but keep getting hard every time I think about it. I feel so stupid. Sorry about my spelling and grammar.

Part 3 As we drove I reached over and pulled his underwear down, exposing his still hard cock. I admit I was impressed he didn't have Tina dick, at least not yet. I looked at his nakedness in the bright light. He was completely smooth except for his pubes. His face was flushed from the drugs, but it too was baby smooth, making him look younger than 18. He still had some baby fat on him which made me smile. He wouldn't have that too much longer after I turned him into my personal Tina slut. "Play with yourself," I ordered him. "I wanna watch you, but don't cum!" He obediently stroked his little dick, oblivious to the vehicles around us that could see him. I liked how obedient he was! This boy was a prize! In about 20 minutes we pulled into the driveway of his house, a big one that even had pillars in front. It made me think of a plantation house in the south, and I laughed to myself thinking that this time, I was the master! I pulled the Escalade into the garage and we went into the house. Yea these people had money. There was even a pool in the back, with a high privacy fence all around it. Perfect. I noticed a very well stocked bar and helped myself to some very nice scotch. "So why didn't you go on vacation with your family?" I asked. "Fuck them!" He said, flopping on the couch. "They don't give a shit about me. They were happy to leave me behind. Mom's a drunk, and dad's a lawyer. I'm just in the way." Awww, a poor little rich white boy with family issues. Fuckin putty in my hands! "Don't worry baby boy," I said, laying my body on top of his, "Jesse's gonna take care of you." I started kissing him again and he sucked my tongue into his mouth like a hungry pig. My little pig. I took out my pipe and a baggie and loaded a big load. I gave Blake the pipe and told him to hit it. He eagerly sucked in a big hit, exhaling a large, white cloud. "Again." I told him. He hit it two more times before I took it away. "You like that, don't you?" I asked. "Mmmmmm yea." "I got something else you'll like even more." "What's that?" he asked eagerly. "Lets go upstairs and I'll show you." We went up and I found his parents bedroom. I guided him in and pushed him on their bed. He didn't even object. I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my jeans, freeing my semi hard cock. Blake's eyes got real big as he looked at my monster. What really caught his eye was my big P.A. "You ever see one of those?" I asked. He just shook his head no. "They feel extra good." I lied, knowing it was going to tear his sweet hole to shreds. But I was about to get him so fucked up he would be begging for the sweet torture he was about to get. I took my little case out of my pants and pulled out a rubber tube and wrapped it around his arm. "What's that for?" he asked. "Shhhh." I said placing a finger on his lips. "This is the extra special treat. Just trust me." He didn't say another word as I swabbed his arm, he just watched my dick get bigger. Fucking up white boy's made my dick hard. As I stuck the needle into his vein, my cock reached full hardness. I slowly pushed the plunger as my full, fat 11 inches throbbed, ready to forever change Blake's life. I pulled out the needle and released the band. Blake fell back on the bed coughing and I moved like a lion attacking. I grabbed his legs and pushed them back, and before he could comprehend what was happening, I slammed my big, black monster into his cum filled hole, forcing all 11, fat inches into him, balls deep in one thrust. Blake howeled as he was ripped open like never before, and I didn't give the kid a chance to adjust before I was pounding him mercilessly. Over and over I slammed him as hard and deep as I could, digging my P.A. into his guts. Frothy pink cum oozed out of his hole as I shredded his insides, making him forever my bitch. Soon he was moaning instead of screaming as I deep dicked his ruined hole. His head rolled from side to side as he babbled incoherently. "Fuck yea you stupid punk!" I yelled at him as I raped him. "You fuckin take that nigger cock! You're my fuckin whore now! I'll fuckin use you and sell your cunt! You fucking worthless piece of shit! Stupid fuckin white kid pickin up niggahs! Yous a niggah whore now faggot! Say goodbye to your old life!" I kept up the verbal asault as I broke him, physically and mentally. I called him every filthy name I could think of as I told him his new position in life. Soon I was ready to fill him with my seed. "Here you go slut! Take my fuckin load! You fucking niggah cumdump!" I yelled as I pumped my cum into his ripped insides. "This is what you are now bitch. I own you! You gonna make me some money!" I pulled my spent cock out of his bloody cunt as he softly cried to himself. "Shut up bitch and clean off your Masters cock, you worthless pig!" He opened his mouth and took my messy cock into it, cleaning off the mess like a good bitch. When he was done I grabbed my phone and started making some calls.

I hate to sound like an infomercial however I received a "Nutribullet" food processor/emulsifier for Christmas and I love it. The recipe book which came with it has multiple recipes with Chia Seeds. I just started incorporating Chia into my concoctions on Saturday morning. From that point on, I have been hooked on Chia inspired blends. I used to have issues with cleaning my hole out thoroughly. The last two days have been quite a breeze. My last big black top (last night) who's a regular asked what I had done different after our fun. Nothing just incorporated the Chia. He then proceeded to tell me that I had always had an amazing ass but this time was a smoother 'silkier' feel! Go figure! Must be the Chia! All hail the Chia, LOL!