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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...

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.

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.

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!”

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.

I looked through a lot of posts of horny looking guys who are looking for a regular fuck toy and each ad had been hotter then the next and each one kept me hard while reading them. I stopped on one of them because it shocked me with the difference to all of the others. The title of the ad said, Looking for someone to turn from neg to poz to help me spread my virus to as many as possible. I kept on reading and the more I read the more I decided that I wanted to be this guys sex toy and virus spreader. I messaged this guy and told him I am ready for whatever he wanted to do with me and I was ready to pass along his virus to as many people as I could. I sent the sexiest pics I had to him of me in many positions exposing my hole and whatever I thought this man would like to see of me. I waited and waited for his response and I was so horny from all of the reading I went and grabbed the biggest dildo I could and played with my hole imagining it was the man's poz cock priming my whole for his poz load. I moaned each time the dildo bottomed out in me and I could feel it rub up against my prostate making me squeal with pleasure. I started to jack myself off in unison with my dildo fucking and as I was about to cum I heard my computer alert for my email go off and I came just as it did. I shot so hard and such a large load I was drenched in hopefully soon my last neg load that I would have left. I scoped it all up and swallowed it and then went to my computer in hopes that it was this guy ready to make me his poz boy. I was excited to see that it was from him and was practically jumping for joy when he said that he liked what he saw and was happy enough to have me as his poz boy. We chatted for a bit and he sent me a few pics of his cock dripping with his precum and then more of his body covered in huge amounts of his own poz cum. I was so turned on with all his pics I was hard again already. He said that he wanted to video chat with me so he could see what his new poz boy looks like in live time. I added him to my friends' list on Skype and started a video chant and laid down in a position that he could see all of my body when he came online. All I heard was a sexy whistle and I knew he was online and liked what he saw. He said he liked how my creamy white skin looked and how my quarter sized nipples looked good enough to bite and pierce. He had me play with my ass so he could see what he would be working with. He said he liked how tight and pink my hole looked and then he asked me if I was a virgin or not and he was pleased when I told him that I was. He gave me a rule that I was not allowed to have sex with anyone no matter how horny I was or what anyone would offer me that he was to be my first one in that hole. I was turned on that he was being very stern and I wanted to have him as my first so I promised that I wouldn't do anything or anyone from now on until I had him in my ass first. we talked more about what we were to do when it was time to poz me and I was told not to even cum again until it was time. I told him that I had cummed before we video chatted and he said that it was ok but it would be the last time until he said so. We set up a time and date that he wanted me to lose my neg cherry. He gave me his address and surprisingly he only lived 5 blocks away from me so I knew being his poz boy was going to be easy and fun. I was told what to wear and that he was going to turn that night not only as my pozzing night but into a huge sex part with other daddies and their newly converted boys. We said our goodbyes and he again reminded me not to touch myself or be touched by anyone or anything else and I knew it was going to be a challenge not to jack off but I wanted him so bad I would deny myself it.

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.

About 2 weeks ago I posted about a trip my man and I took to Vegas and DP’ing a porn star. Just by timing, I just made another Vegas trip for work. It was a mid-week trip (Monday through Thursday), so I knew the two bathhouses would be empty. Having the room to myself, I figured Grindr/Scruff/BBRT would be better platforms to occupy my evenings. Obviously I took a few loads and deposited several of my own. But by fate, luck, or excellent selection, both my Monday and Tuesday guests also happened to be porn stars in Vegas for shoots. I didn’t know either was a porn star until that awkward chatting phase when all loads are blown and it is time to GTFO - I refuse to cuddle/sleep with random dudes. I did porn-stalk both guys and haven’t seen either before as I had in my last posting. My man back home kept reminding me that this isn’t the normal. He and I have both been offered good jobs in Vegas before and suggested considering moving - I told him a move to Vegas would result in a guaranteed sex addiction 😂. However, I’ve decided the following: Vegas is definitely an awesome place to find and fuck insanity hot guys. Porn stars are amazing in bed. Their hot bodies are second only to their assfuck’n skills. I have lots to learn to improve my own techniques. I’m clearly hotter that I thought, and I need to be willing to flirt with hotter guys while out as I’m landing some seriously fine ass! Talk about a self esteem boost. My dick really is big enough for porn.

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.

I wholeheartedly agree with the 3 pigbros ahead of me about the benefits of spending time rimming/be rimmed, sucking/be sucked, fucking/be fucked in the darkrooms of a bathhouse. I've even just held and caressed guys who come in there for a man's touch. So powerful!

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.

Fabguys has an option to put bareback in your profile. I've had some great raw action from there.

Tuesday my young black 23 yr old hmu again. He can't get enough ass. He came over and fucked another two loads into my ass. He has the hottest convulsions when his dick shoots in my ass. I feel all of them. Pure pleasure. He's so damn sexy. Lots of spit and cum

Conversion is a choice you should make carefully and consciously. I did, and don't regret it

Gatorade is full of sugar. Piss is probably much healthier!

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.

Being able to walk around nude is so relaxing. I'd really like to try fucking in a well lit area, so others could watch me take a bare dick, and cum.

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

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!

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

Hi Jargam. I’ve just been to SBN in London and had 30-40 partners in about 4 hours. So I don’t think you’ve got anything to worry about lol.

Yeah and it was pretty awkward. My mom came home early from work because she had a dentist appointment and I didn't know. About 5 years ago I was getting laid in my room after school by this really cute guy who didn't want to come over in the first place because he was scared we would get caught. I told him not to worry because my mom doesn't get off work until 5:30 and he finally came over. We didn't even hear the front door open when she came home. She looked in my room and we locked eyes while I was getting nailed in the missionary position. She just closed my bedroom door and my stud lost his boner. I thought he was going to start crying because he was in such a panic. It wasn't the first time she caught me doing stuff but before that day, it wasn't actual sex. It happened one other time but it wasn't as awkward for me and the guy I was with didn't even see her.

I think your questions and consternation are sincere, so I'll attempt to respond, probably with no great success. Fundamentally, I think I just enjoy a bit of sexual sadism when i can arrange it, while you don't at all. There will probably be no meeting of minds. Nevertheless, 1. I do not brutalize every boy indiscriminately. The faggot must accept his fate and agree to the necessity of the ordeal that I will inflict on him. This level of submission in a boy is rare and beautiful. 2. There is no such thing as a generically submissive boy. Each man has his own requirements for total erotic fulfillment and each boy must be put to particular use/abuse to meet those requirements. Some men are easy to please. I admit to being cruel and difficult at first, but a boy who suffers for me endears himself to me. His self-sacrifice at the altar of my manhood could well inspire love. And as I indicated, this blood rite would generally just be a one-time demonstration of my phallic power. I would reserve the right to hurt him occasionally in the future to satisfy my perversity and renew our bond as man and bitch, but I would have no further need to break his cunt. Though, in truth, he will bleed whenever I fuck him, just not always visibly. The rectal cunt always bleeds because it is not meant to be used by men. Anal penetration is thus always inherently abusive. I just want to make the abuse explicit and purposeful in a ritual of initiation that fills me with a sense of absolute power. 3. What I perpetrate is no worse than any rough fuck. It's certainly less risky than fisting, which is shockingly common. I would indeed and be aiming for the sigmoid junction (it feels great), but the locus of the injury depends on the size of the boy and the anatomy of his cunt. 4. I radically disagree with the notion that I have no right to hurt anybody. Sadists and masochists have been hurting and getting hurt since time immemorial. Consent has no meaning if you can't agree to take pain and risk damage. 5. There's always the possibility of a more serious injury. That potential is always there, because a rectum has no substantial natural defenses against the depredations of penile invasion. I could tear him from his first hole to his second hole in the course of normal breeding. Or he could move the wrong way and fracture my penis. Or we could transmit HPV to each other and eventually contract anal and penile cancer. Every sexual act has known risks. It is possible that I could cause the boy great pain. He has to decide for himself whether or not it's worth the risk to accommodate my plainly twisted desires. 6. It's absolutely my intent to prevent the boy from receiving other men. I fucked him to own him, nothing less. I would give him about a week to heal completely before initiating regular breeding. In the meantime, his throat will serve me well. 7. The short answer (sorry to leave it for last) is that hurting a (consenting) bitch with my dick gives me the sort of thrill that I associate with brutal rape. I am not actually a rapist. I'm probably actually too considerate for my own good in most situations. But I believe that men should give expression to the primordial impulses for conquest and violent penetration that lurk in our genes whenever possible. Fags love a beast fuck. So do many women for that matter. We should pay this much tribute to the ancestors who raped their way into genetic immortality. Their example can inspire us even as we confine ourselves to the limits imposed by modern civilization. I love the power in my dick without reservation. 8. Finally, pricking the boy and enjoying his suffering strongly recalls the classic ruination of the virgin. In many cases، and especially on the wedding night، consummation would have consisted of heedless forcible penetration, leading to unlimited pleasure for him and pain and bleeding for her. You're a good person, so you no doubt abhor the thought. I, on the other hand, love the practices of patriarchy implicitly and regard traumatic penetration as one way to establish and enforce the correct, male-dominated, penis-centred marital and social order. I hope I've clarified my intent somewhat. No doubt I remain a monster, but I am ill-disposed to prevaricate in this regard. Though I probably should have used my time to seek out and defile an innocent instead.

I want to hurt the boy deeply our first time. I drive hard inward to stretch his guts around my full length. A few sharp thrusts from there will reliably draw blood. I withdraw my weapon to wipe the boy's cunt gore on his agonized face and make him taste his defeat. When he accepts my power over him and my right to abuse him for my satisfaction, I can proceed with normal breeding. I might never need to hurt his cunt again, but it's essential that he be forced to yield to my will and learn the price of disobedience.

Part 2 Todd looked at me at me saying, “If you want a blow job Anthony here would be glad to suck your cock, hell, he’ll even swallow your cum of you want him too." Before I knew what was going on Anthony quit cleaning up, hopped between my legs. had my shorts open and my cock down his throat. All while I was taking a hit from the pipe. Todd took the poops from me and held it out towards Anthony. He lifted his head from sucking my cock causing me to involuntarily whimper in disappointment as he jacked my cock while hitting the pipe. Anthony held the smoke in as he resumed his excellent such job. I watched him take the entire length of my 7½” cock down his throat and his it there when all of a sudden he let the smoke escape out around my cock. It looked so cool to watch and felt incredibly awesome as he kept up working my cock. Todd asked me, “Hired that mouth feeling bro?” I couldn’t deny it, “Fuck, it’s the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had.” I had just taken a couple hits off the pipe when Todd told me, “Bro, just relax, may back, close your eyes am enjoy Anthony’s mouth and throat.” I was starting to feel a little out of it, but still energized and very horny as Anthony continued to work my cock n and balls. His mouth felt amazing and even he went an the way down and you my cock into his throat, I’d feel his throat massaging the shaft of my cock. Suddenly I felt Anthony push my legs up allowing him battery access to work my balls. He was starting to push my legs up towards my ears to the point I was finding it difficult to move. I was about to say something when I felt a tongue I my hole. As strange as the thought of someone living my ass home was, the feeling was incredible. I began to moan as the simulation from my ass being licked and getting sucked had me moaning. I don’t know why but it you me a for to think how Anthony could be tonguing my hole while also sucking my cock. I was starting to become aware that there seemed to be more people at Todd's then when I first arrived. I opened my eyes at the same time someone over my head grabbed my arms. Anthony read still working his wonderful mouth on my cock while Todd was working his tongue on my hole. Todd began to finger my hole which feels as strange as his tongue at first. I then watched Todd grin and he held up a white rock. He put some lube on the rock and two of his fingers acct slowly stuck then inside my ass. It burned at first as Todd worked two lubed up fingers around inside my ass as I complained at the infusion. As abrupt the intrusion of his fingers penetrating my hole was the discomfort from the burning season began to morph into pure pleasure. This caused a deep conflict within me of guilt and disgust at the thought of enjoying a man finger fucking me and the thought of disgust of that same thought. I began moaning as he worked his fingers in and out of my hole and women he added a third finger my moan grew louder. Todd was looking into my eyes and it felt as if he was staring into my sole. As quickly as this all began it seemed as if it was about to end when Todd pulled how’s fingers from its home inside of me. I felt a moment if relief the quickly disappeared and then I felt an emptiness, a emptiness that grew into a hunger, a hunger for him to stick his fingers back inside my ass. I unexpectedly whimpered at the removal of his fingers. The look on Todd’s face told me that he wasn’t surprised at all as he said to me, “Is my little rich, entitled bitch missing having something indie his hole? You want me to put something back inside your bitch cunt?” I couldn’t believe what was coming out of my mouth as the desires of my body were trading control of my mouth as I answered, “Yes stick your fingers back inside my ass. It felt so good I get some more.” An evil grin appeared on Todd’s face as he moved his naked body began my legs forcing Anthony to let my cock dip from his mouth. It was at this moment I discover that my rock hard cock that Anthony had been sucking had shriveled up to almost nothing looking to me maybe 2” long. I was so transfixed on the sudden loss of my hard cock I barely heard Todd when he told me that he had something to sign inside my ass that he knew I was going to come to love as I felt something hard being pushed into my ass. Again the desires in my body were in control as my hole seemed to eagerly open up and suck in what he was pushing inside me. Looking up at Todd standing between my legs I realized that out was Todd’s cock the was sliding into my ass. My instinct was to push him off and run, but what I did seemed to happen automatically. My legs were released and I instinctively wrapped then around his taught, muscular frame and as a moan of pleasure escaped through my lips I pulled him in closer allowing him to work his cock deep inside me. The expression on his face changed to that of a victor, as if he had just won a big game. What I later learned he won was my ass which he now owns. He held his cock balls deep in my ass before slowly pulling out to the ridge of his glands before slowly thrusting all the way back inside. Todd fucked me with a steady pace to start and slowly began to build up to a steady rhythm which caused me to moan in pleasure. Every once if a while he’d thrust in deep and hard keeping his dick buried telling me, “I can tell by your you’re expression your enjoying my cock working your hole.” All throughout his fucking me thoughts were darting in and out of my mind. These difference thighs were making me feel conflicted. One second my mind was on how good Todd’s cock felt as he fucked me, the next second I felt guilty for enjoying getting fucked, the next I am thinking about my girlfriend and what will I say you her, then I’m thinking about what will my fucking affect me and I then worry what will happen if my very conservative family found out I was fucked by a guy and I liked it. With all the thoughts racing through my mind it made it difficult to bring myself to say what my dealer wanted to hear. I was hoping to get out of Todd’s place and never see him again. Todd had been fucking me for 30 maybe 45 minute all the time I moaned I pleasure. By this point I was getting a serious pounding when Todd slammed the full length of his cock deep in my ass and said to me, “When I eventually breed you I'll own your ass Tell me you want me to own your ass. Tell me you want to become my bitch.” I knew saying this would be strip away the last little bit of my dignity and put me in a position where I would (most likely) be getting fucked by Todd again and again. I tried to resist letting my body dictate my answer although I think my brain wasn’t that far behind as I felt him fired his cock as it was buried balls deep inside me. Todd was waiting for an answer as he continued, “Answer me, do you want me to own your ass? Do you want to be my bitch? If you don’t answer me I’m going to pull my cock out, give you a hefty dose of GHB, slam your ass with a strong dose of Tina, stuff a big rock up your cunt and throw you out on the street buck ass naked. If you think your horny now, after you’ve been given all that you’ll be pounding on my door to let you back inside so I can fuck you some more. Or you’ll you to the local park or maybe the adult book store. You’ll look for someone to fuck you, and when the Tina high starts to ware off you’ll be looking for a dealer to buy Tina from so you can get high again. The hunger for her will be so strong you’ll do anything to get some and that one way or another you'll become some dealer's bitch.” As he said this to me someone forced my mouth open and poured a foul tasting liquid in then held my mouth closed forcing me to swallow, saying “Swallow your G.” I felt someone place a tight strap on my arm as I turned my head to see them wipe my arm with a cold alcohol pad. I continued to watch as a syringe first with a semi-clear liquid was stuck into my vein. The plunger was slightly pulled back as a flash of red appeared before the plunger was pushed and I was given the contents and was told, “Are you ready tom blast into the stratosphere? Here’s a nice big slam for you.” Todd laughed as the tight strap was removed and I began to cough. As the drugs were hitting me I knew Todd was saying something that I could make out as I felt him start to slowly pull his cock from its home deep inside of my body. The last bit of resistance I had was gone as I found myself saying, “FUCK ME! Make me your bitch. Own my ass.” As the drugs worked they’re way through my body Todd resumed fucking me. As he worked his cock inside me it began to feel incredibly better then a few moments ago. I began to be aware that his breathing started to become faster as his cock seemed to get harder when again looked at me as I felt as if he was staring directly into my soul telling me, “I knew from the first time you came here that the day would come what’s I was going to breed you and make you my bitch. That time is now, I haven’t cum since then and I am about you how a 6 week load inside you. Tell me you was me to breed you. Been me for my cum, been for my dirty cum my bitch.” Just when I thought he couldn’t degrade me and get me any lower than he’d already taken me, he wanted me to ask for him to cum in my ass. The thought of him shooting him cum inside me caused me to think back on the numerous girls that I had shot my cum inside and how on a two of them I spent a few weeks worrying that I might have gotten them pregnant. This entire situation was reducing me to nothing more than a cum receptacle. At least I didn’t have to worry about Todd getting me pregnant. Todd was practically on top of me as he placed his knees on the couch as he fucked me. I could see the sweat dripping down his face and neck as he looked at me and baked out like an order or command, “SAY IT BITCH! TELL ME TO CUM IN YOUR ASS! BEG ME TO BREED YOU!” Without any hesitation I found myself screaming out, “FUCK ME! YEAH, FUCKING BREED ME, CUM IN MY ASS!” Todd began to grunt which friend into now if a howl as I felt his cock grow harder and then I could feel his cock spasm inside my hole m as he exclaimed, “FUCK! FUCK YEAH! FUCK, TAKE MY DIRTY CUM!” I heard one of the guys who was standing next to us and had witnessed my getting fucked say, “Breed that bitch, give him your charged load.” I heard another guy yell, “Fuck yeah Todd, poz that neg ass.” I was trying to figure out what they meant with each comment when Todd resumed fucking me, his cock still rock hard as he let me know, “Now I own you, I own your ass” which he punctuated when a couple deep, hard thrusts.”

I want to thank you all for the compliments on this story. I'm going to take a break from this story.

I watch all guys' crotches (ass too btw even though I am a bottom). But what really turns me on is seeing a guy in a suit sporting a full or half boner. There is something about sexy smart suited guys that turns me on. Don't know why really.

so true.i let guys strip me naked anywhere they wanna use me and dont care who sees me bent over naked in the alley against a trash dumpster taking some guys load

Stealth breeding is evil and wrong and I love to hear about studs getting away with it.

Part 5 Dante Yeah, he was ready for Miguel, but before I could let Miguel have him he needed to be marked as as part of my crew and as my personal fuck hole. I had a guy in the crew who did tats for me and he was waiting down stairs. I said to my new white fuck boy, "Nice job Home Slice, you're ready to take care of a business associate of mine who will be visiting tonight. I know you'll please him just as if you were pleasing me, right?" He looked up at me and enthusiastically shook his head yes with an answer of "Yes Boss." Looks like he picked up on the rest of the crew and acquaintances calling me boss. That brought a smile to my face letting him know he did good. I pulled him to his feet. had him put on a pair of shorts I had for him that were sure to show off his ass and led him down stairs as I let him know, "You are officially going to become a part of my crew now. Remember that your only purpose is to be my fuck hole. No one else will touch you unless I tell you to let them fuck you. I will protect you from anyone who tries to mess with you in any way." By the time I finished going over all that Home Slice, we had reached the room on the first floor where the tattoo artist was waiting. I told Home Slice, "Drop your shorts and bend over the table. This is my tat guy who's going to give you the mark of being part of my crew and that you are my fuck boy. This will tell the rest of the crew to keep their hands off of you as well." Home Slice After being taught how to give a blow job I had to demonstrate my skills on Dante. After swallowing his sperm I earned his approval and was told I'd be fucked by his visiting business associate that night. At first I was a little apprehensive about it, but the way Dante looked at me I knew it would please him if Miguel fucked me that night. He then led me into a room where I received a tattoo signifying being part of his crew and his fuck boy. I was excited as the guy began to apply the tattoo pattern on the outer part of my right butt cheek. As he was about to start the actual tattoo, Dante began to feed me a freshly packed pipe. After the first hit I suddenly realized how badly I needed to be smoking. Before I knew it the tattoo was done and so was the pipe. I was also fucking horny as hell. Dante gave me his dick to suck. It didn't take long to get him hard and as he moved around me I expected him to fuck me. I looked back to see him bend the guy who had just given me the tattoo and start to roughly fuck him. I could tell Dante was only looking to get off inside the guy as he shouted, "Here's your pay for the tattoo!" Each word was punctuated with a hard thrust. I could tell Dante was about to deliver a load inside this guy as he thrusted one last time and, without a sound, fired his load into the guys ass and quickly pulled his hard cock from the freshly bred hole quickly shoving it into my hungry ass. Dante told the guy, "Pull your shorts up and get out" as he began to fuck me with more purpose. Once we were alone he seemed pleased that I didn't say a word as he fucked that guy as payment for the tattoo. Now it was time to pay me for getting his mark permanently my ass that now belonged to him. He took his time making sure I enjoyed this fuck from him since the next fuck I would be getting would come from Miguel. When Dante finally came inside me for what I finally learned was his fourth load since he entered my ass (after fucking the tattoo guy), he leaned down and kissed me before telling me, "Squeeze that ass of yours and keep that cum inside. Miguel likes a cum filled hole." I squeezed my ass muscles as Dante pulled his still hard cock from my hole only to shove back in adding one more load to the mix he already deposited. He finally pulled out and had me put my short back on as he told me that Miguel would be arriving soon and I was to wait for him in his room. He had one of the crew show me to Miguel's room up stairs. I didn't have to wait long when Dante brought Miguel into the room and introduce me as his Home Slice. Miguel I often have to travel to the US to meet with one of my best dealers, Dante. He ran a good crew and never had trouble with the police. The main reason I didn't mind going to see him is that he'd always have a new piece of ass for me to fuck. He knew how I liked them and I was never disappointed. He did tell me that the piece of ass he was giving me to fuck was his personal piece of ass. I knew Dante was always on the look out for an ass he could 'own'. He only had one request of me, not to damage Home Slice (as he called him). When I walked into my room I was pleasantly surprised to see this slim, toned, white boy in a pair of tight shorts. I could see a wet spot forming at his ass so I knew he was already lubed with cum. I love fucking a cum filled ass. Right after Dante left us alone Home Slice came over to me, dropped to his knees and started to suck my cock trough my pants. He then began to work my belt off, followed by my pants and underwear. he took my semi-hard cock down to the root and let it grow down his throat before giving me an excellent blow job. I kicked off my shoes and got rid of what little clothing I had left on before I pulled Home Slice to his feet, pushed him towards the bed and on all fours so that I could fuck him like I bet he needed. Before I could get my cock in his ass he asked, "Mind if I smoke a bowl while you fuck me?" I actually had a better idea. Dante had given me a couple prepared points so I told him, "No! If you want to your meth while I fuck you, you're going to get slammed." I moved to the head of the bed, leaned against the head board and told him, "Show me how much of a Tina whore you are and how bad you want it. fucking suck my dick hard and mount me. If I like your ass I'll give you a nice slam with my cock buried inside your cummy hole. He didn't waste time as he resumed his expert job sucking my cock. He was so good he has me hard quick and before I knew it sat his cummy ass down on my cock to the root with a quite moan of "OH FUCK!" As I promised I took the biggest point and expertly found a vein, sliding the needle in, getting the familiar red flash before emptying the contents. I wasn't the only one surprised by his reaction to the large slam as he began a strong coughing fit which caused his ass to spasm around my cock. He rocked around a little as his cock began to ooze pre-cum. Once he steadied himself I was able to administer my own slam (actually gave myself a double slam). I barely coughed as my cock grew harder within his ass as I told him, "I want you to fuck yourself on my cock." He began to wiggle and move about, moving his ass up my cock before slamming right back down. He was fucking himself so good on me, with the accumulated cum in his hole as lube I could tell he'd get me to cum quickly, then the fun could begin of me fucking him in all sorts of positions. Then it suddenly happened I was about to explode inside his ass when I felt his hole tighten and then flutter open. I knew he as cumming and that sent me over the edge. It seemed that we both shot our first wad of cum simultaneously, mine into his hole, his across my stomach and chest. He only shot a couple times where I flooded his ass with my first load in a week. After he settled down from his orgasm he could tell I was still hard. I had him get off me and on all fours. I spent the next 4 hours fucking him in every position imaginable. His ass was dripping my cum when I was finished with him. I figured Dante would appreciate a well lubed ass for the rest of the night.

I`d had a busy day on the road and was looking forward to checking into my hotel, having a shower and a couple of drinks. My day got worse when I pulled up outside to see there was a sign saying it was closed due to a gas leak in the kitchen. I saw one of the reception staff and she told me there was a hotel on the same street that I could go to. Things were bad but, they went even further downhill very quickly when I saw the hotel. The place I was supposed to be staying in was 5star with reception staff in uniforms. This place had a stroppy black kid who demanded £50 cash for a room. I could here him telling his mate in the back room that he`d just" fleeced some white cunt" which pissed me off no end. he was obviously keeping the cash for himself. Anyway I was in no mood to argue and trundled off to my room. It was suprisingly not a bad room so I opened a beer and settled down. I decided that I would have a shower then try to find somewhere for food. I felt a lot better after a nice shower and went to get another beer from my bag. I was naked when I came out the bathroom and got a shock when that fucking black kid was raking through my bag. I shouted at him to get the fuck out of my room but he just laughed and told me to fuck off. What I didnt know was his mate was standing behind me. He grabbed me by the neck and pushed me to the floor. Then he kicked me full in the stomach, he then jumped on me and punched me a few times in the head. He laughed at me and told me" not so hard are you now you white cunt". His mate said" he`ll be hard if you stick that big cock of yours up him Delroy " I realised I was in serious trouble now as the stroppy kid came over and knelt on my arms and pulled my legs right back exposing my arse to Delroy. The kid was called Kenny and he unzipped his trousers and smacked me in the face with his big black cock. " fancy this white boy?" he said wiping his cock over my face. I couldnt move. I was on my back with Kenny kneeling on my arms and my legs up against my chest. I could feel something at my arse, and then real pain as Delroy pushed his huge cock up me." you want some black jizz up you white boy? he said There was nothing I could do. I was overpowered by them and they were `nt going to let me go till they`d had their fill of fucking me. Delroy was pounding me hard and the pain was unreal. His cock was massive and it felt like it had torn my hole. When he came he pushed the full length in and filled my arse with his black seed. "you fucking like that white boy?. you fucking like a load of black spunk up your white arse do you?" He withdrew his cock and wiped it over my face and changed places with Kenny. Kenny slipped up me easily. he wasnt as big as Delroy plus there was a heavy load of spunk to lubricate him. He started to fuck me really hard and I felt his spunk gush out of his cock and mix in with Delroys load. Delroy was laughing " thats a nice loaded white arse you have there boy". I thought it was over but realised that Kenny was still hard, and still up my arse. He just kept thrusting in me and after about 5 mins shot another load up me. My hole was leaking spunk and blood all over the carpet but it didnt stop them. Delroy was wanking himself in my face and Kenny had 2 fingers up my arse pushing all their black seed up me. Delroy was about to shoot and he took great pleasure in blowing all over my face and pushing his big black cock in my mouth making me swallow some of his spunk. Then it was over. They got dressed,still laughing at me. Delroy said he was coming back later with some more friends to " give your pretty white arse a good ganging". Then they left. I quickly got dressed and legged it to my car. I could hear them laughing as i ran past reception still with their spunk running out of my ruined hole .

At 17, i’d gone to my first gay club in Leeds (technically underage but managed to get in). I’d got a little drunk, and went to the toilets. I was confronted by a black man who wouldn’t take no for answer. He dragged me into the cubicle and fucked me. At 18, I was working in a bar, a customer took a shining to me, but I declined his advances several times. He accused me of teasing him while working. One night while walking home he hit me round the back of the head with a bat, to knock me out, took me into the back of a van, and fucked me. I came to mid fuck and tried to fight him off, but couldn’t. He told me I was nothing but a faggot who needed to learn his place. Once he had finished with me, he threw me out of the van, and drove off. At 20, I had taken to seeking out slightly risky guys. I liked rough sex. Word got around. One guy kept trying to make advances on me and boasted about his sexual prowess and that he would fuck me so hard i’d be begging him to stop. I never took him up on his offer, and he tried several times to persuade me to come back to his. I’d just tease him in the bar. One night, he bought me a drink, I drank it and soon found myself barely able to stand, and struggling to remain conscious. He took me out the back door of the bar and over the road to his flat by which time I was unconscious. When I came to I was feeling incredibly paranoid and confused, didn’t know where I was. I had a panic attack which freaked him out, I ran out of his half dressed with my rmtousers in my hands and no shoes on and ran up the street acting freaked out where I was picked up by a police car. Test showed i’d been drugged. I refused to provide details of who was involved or make a statement.

If you see me around, you'd probably never peg me for being such a naughty boy in the bedroom. I mean, I look like a fairly typical preppy Asian dork- 23yo, 5'11", 180lbs, 34" waist, glasses, wears abercrombie and GAP. But, as you'll gonna find out (and my exes can verify), I'm totally freaky in private. After all, the best way to keep your man happy is to be a kind gentleman in public and a nasty whore in private, right? Hehe. So, here's an encounter that happened about a year ago. Let me know if you guys are interested in hearing some of the more recent... episodes. ================= One day, in the afternoon, I was desperately horny from watching all the shirtless frat boys throw the Frisbee around on the grassy quad of the university. I tried jacking off, but even after cumming into my hand three times, I was still hungry- I had to taste some dick. So, I cleaned out my hole really good, rubbed some desensitizing gel on my dickhead, put on my black mesh jock and drove to a local adult bookstore known to have a few gloryholes in its arcade. (Just to be clear, my original intentions was only to go there to suck some dick. But, I like to finger myself while I did it. So, to avoid any messes, I just ritually clean out whenever my ass came into play. Also, while sucking, I get so horny that even a slight swipe of my own cock could make me shoot. That's why I numbed my dick and wear a jock.) After getting to the place around 5, I noticed that there were virtually no open street parking spots near the place. Being that there's typically only one suckable guy in the place once you reject the roaming trolls and other cocksuckers, I was pretty excited about this. So, I parked about a block away and walked to the bookstore. Once in the store, I greeted the youngish clerk with the obligatory straight boy head nod and checked out his bulge while he exchanged my five bucks for those damn coupons that all the adult bookstores use. Ya know, I'd totally slurp on that boy's rod, if he'd ever let me. Hmm, maybe I already have. After getting the coupons, I went into the dark and dank arcade. It was reasonably clean and well kept for such a place, no trash or urine on the floor. But, today, the hallway was almost completely filled with guys loitering around and about half of the booths had their doors closed and their red lights were on. I briskly walked down the hallway, towards the back of the arcade, as I casually checked out the guys. Most of them were Latino laborer types of various ages, but there were a few white guys there of the "middle-aged and married" type and the "professional late 20-something, just-want-to-get-my-dick-sucked" type. When I reached the very end of the arcade, there was a small crowd of guys standing around, not really doing anything. Out of the four booths that lined the back, the second from the right had its door open. I knew from experience that that particular booth had gloryholes on both sides. So, "Score!" I thought. I quickly slipped into the booth, sat down, put in a coupon, dropped my pants and waited for a dick to appear. Slowly, a medium (about 6"), light-skinned, semi-hard cock appeared in the gloryhole to the left. I got up and gave it a careful inspection to make sure that there's no open sores or what not, then I bent over and took it into my mouth. As I swirled my tongue around the head and slowly bopped up and down, feeling the dick get fully hard in my mouth, I felt something wet touch my hole. I immediately pulled off the dick in front of me to take a look. Apparently, a guy in the booth to the right had passed his entire hand through to the gloryhole and was stroking my cunt with his lubed middle finger. Being that I can't really see anything (the guy's wrist almost completely fills the gloryhole) and that I was almost ready to start doing exactly that myself, I turned back to the dick I was sucking on and went to work. The guy to the right of me was damn talented with his fingers. His lubed middle and index fingers slowly ventured around my hole, teasing it until it was practically wide open, then his middle finger slowly glide around just the inside, occasionally going slightly deeper. Also, he did this thing where he'd almost make this "come here" sign with his middle finger as it ventured deeper and shallower into my cunt. Focusing on the dick I was sucking on was all I could do to not completely impale myself onto this guy's hand. That's when the guy in my mouth started to cum. He shot about four or five good spurts, I swallowed it quickly. As I saw the guy to the left get dressed and exit his booth through the gloryhole, he was replaced by a nicely dressed white guy who literally just unzipped his pants, took it out and shoved it into my mouth while soft; it was a good thing that he's got a good size to begin with. As I slurped around the hardening cock in my mouth, the guy to the right kept on doing that "come here" thing with his middle finger while buried inside up to the second knuckle, which had made me unknowingly back my butt until it's almost right near gloryhole. I was just thinking, "Hey! I'm only sucking on the head of this nice seven incher..." when I felt it in my hole- The guy to the right had completely shoved his tongue in my pussy and was doing this alternating swirling/darting in-and-out combo that had me whimpering while completely pressing my ass up against the gloryhole. Just when I thought I was going to cum from the tongue fucking, the tongue disappeared. I was slightly annoyed, but just as I was gonna move forward to take in more of left guy's dick (after all, I'm a good bottom, I like to focus on my top's pleasure), the right guy slips his cock head into my hole. Holy fuck!! I moved forward to pull off, since I'd only barebacked with my exes in the past. But, as soon as I moved off his cock, the guy to the right immediately shoved his hand through the gloryhole and was gripping tightly onto my balls, not letting me get away. Very slowly, he pulled my ass back until it was nearly pressed up to the gloryhole. Then, with another quick change, his grip on my balls were replaced by his cock in my hole again.By this time, my hole was very relaxed and slippery, so his bare 6-7" dick felt really good pumping in and out at a moderate pace, especially with that warming lube he was using. I couldn't fight it anymore, I just let the guy fuck me while I sucked on the cock in front of me. After about twenty minutes, guy to the left quietly spurted a small load on my tongue, pulled out and left. Just as I was beginning to form coherent thought again from the cock overload, I felt the guy in my hole bury himself deep inside jerked a few times. "Dude! I'd taken a raw load through a gloryhole! I'm a cheap cum slut! What the fuck have I done?!", I thought. Slowly, the guy to the right pulled out of me and I heard his belt clink as he got dressed. His load was slowly leaking out of my hole, I reached back, got some of my finger and smelled it. It was warm, fresh sperm all right. A guy I didn't know had dumped baby batter up my cunt. Dammit, I fucked up big time. Suddenly, I felt a shake and heard the door to the right swing open and hit the wall as the guy left his booth. My wet, cummy hole tightened up instinctively as the cold burst of air came through the gloryhole. For the next few minutes, all I could hear was the guy saying something loudly to his buddies in Spanish, followed by a round of rowdy laughter and sounds of encouragement. Occasionally, I'd hear a few words that I know, like pinga (dick), culo(ass), puto(faggot/whore) and cabron(asshole). Although I couldn't understand what they were saying, I knew that that they were talking about me. As my ass slowly closed up from the cool air, I begin to come down from the rush of being banged anonymously like a cheap whore. I slowly straightened myself up, since my back hurt like bitch from being in that leaning and bent over position for so long. Just before I completely stand up, two fingers were rapidly shoved up my boy cunt to the second knuckle. I was totally surprised, since I didn't hear the door open or close on either adjacent booths. But, I'd hardly had time to gasp at the slight pain and surprise when the fingers hooked into my rectum and, together with a thumb on the outside, formed a very effective "handle". With a really hard tug, the hand in my butt pulled my hole until it was again pressed up on the gloryhole. The sudden force of that move cause my gasping mouth to be placed right in line with the other gloryhole. I saw it darken briefly and tasted some precum as a thick, stubby uncut dick was shoved into my mouth. I slipped my tongue under the foreskin to lap up all the precum accumulated there, while trying to stretch out my neck so I can get most of it in my mouth. Since I could get most of it in my mouth without gagging, I'd have to say that it was probably about six inches or so. That's when I felt something slippery and soft get rapidly rubbed/flicked across my slightly open hole, I couldn't help but moan into the cock I was sucking; apparently, I was quite loud, since I heard a brief burst of rowdy laughter and Spanish curse words echo outside my booth. After licking my hole for about five minutes, the tongue disappeared for about five seconds, only to be replaced by a huge piece of meat that went in in one hard thrust. My yelp was muffled by the dick in my mouth and it got the same reaction as earlier. Slowly, my hole relaxed around the big pole and the hard pounding that made the wall shook begun to feel real good... Man, that dick must have been at least 8.5", since my ex was 8" and even he didn't go deep enough to make it HURT. From that point on, I took four more dicks up my cunt and sucked on about half a dozen or so. I'm sure that some of the guys that I was sucking were the same ones who had taken a turn on my pussy, since I could taste warming lube, cum and my own ass juices on their cocks. I don't really know how long I spent in that booth, with my eyes rolled into the back of my head, being filled from both ends. But, after some time, the cocks stopped coming through the holes. So, I cleaned myself up and ventured out into the arcade. The place was practically completely empty when I got out- All the booths' doors were all partially open and all the lights were off. The only other person there was this youngish white guy leaning against the wall near the exit. I briefly thought about sucking him off, but I was really dizzy by that point. So, I simply exited the arcade and went home.

Getting face-slapped while sucking on dick or being fucked is hot for me--but doesn't happen often. I'm not into being really hurt, but find the humiliation and position of being used a turnon. A little choking, holding me down and being bred also hot.

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.

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