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I was living in Houston during one of the many hurricanes that have plagued that city. The complex I was living in was a really small two-story structure that was adorable and completely gay. There were no more than twenty units with a pool in the center courtyard. I lived on the lower floor near the entrance so I saw everyone coming and going. It was very friendly and quite cruisy. It didn’t take long to learn that this complex was quite notorious for its cruising at night. When I was feeling antsy, I would usually open my living room drapes and sit around watching who was walking about the grounds. One late Friday night, I saw a guy getting fucked in a second story corridor. I just stared. Amazing. One of the first encounters I had was with a young blonde guy who also lived in the complex. He would always wave hello and walk around in his really tight blue jean shorts. His ass was screaming in those shorts. This one evening he was lingering around my door when I finally opened the door and leaned against the frame and started chatting with him. Before wasting too much time he made it clear he wanted to get fucked. Perfect, I thought. He came inside and stripped immediately and jumped onto my bed, spread his legs wide and started playing with his ass in an erotic nasty way. I love a bottom to be nasty and assertive. If you want to get fucked, let me know it and tell me what you need. I got us a few beers and came back into the bedroom. He was getting all worked up. He slid a finger in his sweet hole and started moving it around. I stripped and got on the bed and fed him my cock. He swallowed it completely. I reached down and added my finger to his hole along next to his. He had a nice, hot, tight and hungry pussy. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and stuffed it all the way up his boy cunt. He was smooth and slippery. I really should have eaten him first, but he was moving quickly and needed some cock inside him fast. He encouraged me by saying things like, “Yeah stud that cock feels hot inside my ass. Fuck me, yeah, that’s it, fuck me.” It didn’t take long for him to blow his load which set me off. I pumped his ass full of my load. As soon as I was through, he popped my cock out of his ass and licked my cock clean. Then he started to get dressed. He was really friendly and said, “Anytime you need a piece of ass, no matter what time it is, stud, I’m in 11B. The door will be open, come on in.” And I did exactly that several more times. There was a black guy that lived on the lower level that I saw coming and going from time to time. He was seriously packing a heavy basket. He was rightfully proud of it and would stuff into a liquid pair of worn jeans. He’d adjust it to the right side and stage his balls so they accentuated his over-sized cock. You could even make out his cock hear through those jeans. He made it obvious to all that he had a huge cock. I remember thinking to myself, damn, that must be uncomfortable to be carrying that around all the time. He was a hot looking guy, probably around 29 or so. A neighbor a few doors down had befriended me and we were sitting outside chatting when the hot black guy walked by and said hello. My neighbor asked if I knew the guy. I said no and he told me his name was Michael. “He tried to pick me up once, but I wouldn’t go near him.” I asked why? He told me that even though the guy was hot, “What the hell was I supposed to do with a cock that big? I’m pretty good, but not that good.” I just sort of smiled and thought damn, how big can he really be? It was really late on a Saturday night and the courtyard was getting really cruisy. I kid you not, probably 15 or so guys walking about looking into windows. I was watching TV in my living room with the curtains open sort of keeping one eye on the tube and the other eye on the courtyard. It was very erotic watching these guys pick up my neighbors. Then there was a tap at my door. I opened it and a guy said, “He man, what’s up?” I looked at him and he was pretty hot looking and I thought, why the hell not? I said,” Not much here bud, what are you into?” He told me he was open but that he really wanted a chance to eat my hot ass. I opened the door a little wider. The guy came in and said that there was just one thing, he was here with his lover and could his lover join in? I asked what his lover was into and he said, “Three-ways.” I said sure and he left and returned with a hot looking guy. Both guys were in their mid twenties with a slim, muscular build. The boyfriend was taller and more muscled. We all started stripping during introductions and the first guy immediately got on his knees behind me and spread my ass cheeks and started eating. Man his tongue was deep and wet. His boyfriend stripped and showed me a nice hard 8” cock with a thick mushroom head to it. I bent down and started sucking his cock. He worked the back of my head and helped me to deep throat him. As soon as I hit bottom, he groaned in a hot masculine guttural way. I loved feeling that thick cock buried in my throat. In the mean time, the shorter guy was making a pig of himself in my ass. Spit was dripping down my thigh and off my balls. He pulled his face out of my ass and told his boyfriend, “David, you gotta eat some of this, man. This is excellent ass.” David got down and began to eat me out, too. Then each of these hot fuckers plowed my ass till I was begging for them to blow their loads. They deposited two hot loads deep inside me and left. I fell asleep feeling very contented and really full. I was awakened in the middle of the night by a hand on my ass and was startled. Lying on my stomach, with only a sheet to cover up with, I tried to assess the situation but was jarred awake and looked up and it was my neighbor, the black guy, Michael. We had never really met, but here he was in my bedroom. I could feel his hand on my ass and I swear he swiped a finger across my hole as he awakened me. I wonder if he could tell that I had been creamed earlier. He told me my front door came ajar and with all of the foot traffic, he thought I should close it and lock it. He said it was not safe. I guessed the wind had blown the door open in the middle of the night. I was caught off guard, thanked him and gathered the sheet up and wrapped it around my waist and walked him to the door. I fell back to sleep, but never stopped wondering if he was trying to finger me. I also knew I wanted this guy to fuck me to death. I didn’t know how I would get his attention again, but I started fantasizing about his huge cock and wondered what it would look like going into my pale white cunt. I had to have him. Later in the summer a hurricane was predicted to be a direct hit to Houston. Everyone was making emergency arrangements. Most of my neighbors had decided to ride the storm out so I thought I would join them instead of going to my family’s house up north. Soon a full fledged hurricane party was organized. Everyone would stay in the lower apartments and one apartment would be used for drinks, one for food, another was to store debris that blew around the courtyard to prevent it from breaking any windows. The winds picked up early Friday morning and the rains came and pummeled us throughout the night. Saturday the eye crossed us around 9:00 p.m., and then we got the wet side, but everything was in control. People were having fun, taking care of business and eating and drinking and feeling very neighborly. Michael, the black stud I craved was nowhere to be found. I hadn’t seen him the night before either. I suspected that he went to stay with friends in a safer place away from the storm. As the evening wore on, the worst of the storm passed and I was starting to get tired and thinking about leaving to go to my apartment which was not being used for anything. In the corner of my eye I saw Michael enter the unit I was in. This was the unit that served drinks. Of course the evening cocktail was a Hurricane. He got a drink and headed right for me. He said hello and asked how I was. He said, “Wow, dude, I haven’t seen you since that night your door was wide open. I hope that I didn’t scare you off.” I said no, that I was so groggy and sleepy; I barely remember that evening, except that he probably saved me from getting robbed or something. He then leaned in and whispered, “Man I wanted that ass of yours so bad, but you were so out of it that I decided the timing was all wrong. I really liked what I saw.” I was so fucking turned on by this and said, “Man you should have taken what you needed I would have been fine with that.” He said “Well the storm has several more hours why not make good use of the time?” Then he said, “Give me your hand.” I reached out and he took my hand and placed it directly on his huge bulge. I quickly turned to look and see if anyone could see us. He was packed in so tight. I could feel the heat emanating from his jeans. I was excited and scared at the same time. I knew I wanted this black mother fucker, but I didn’t think I could handle him...in any capacity. He leaned in closer and put his lips against my ear and said, “I’m gonna make your pussy wet and your pucker is going to be glowing rosy-red when I’m through with you. Have you ever had a big nigger dick in that puss?” I started to sweat and could feel moisture gather along the crack of my ass. I cleared my throat and told him that I had and that I loved black cock. He said, “I’m not talking about black cock. I’m talking about pure nigger dick. Let’s go.” We got to my apartment and he started to unbutton his jeans; he wore no underwear. He left his jeans unbuttoned and took off his shirt. He was built like a brick shit house. Well defined muscles, quarter-sized nipples and he was blue-black. His bush was short and tight and I couldn’t wait to see what was underneath. I was starting to sweat because I was boned and anxious. I didn’t know what to do next. He lit a joint and passed it to me. I took a toke and inhaled deeply as he started feeling me up. He unbuttoned my shirt and started tweaking my nips. He got rid of my shirt and started to unzip and push my jeans to my knees. Leaning down he took my left tit into his mouth and started to nibble and suck. I took another hit off the joint and passed it back to him. I could feel his hand massage my shoulder and then move down my spine to the top of my ass. My cock was raging as he slid his hand down to my butt cheeks and further to my crack. He soon found my hole and rubbed across it and moaned along with me when he found it. He then bit my tit taking me to the edge. He stepped back and said, “Yeah dude, we’re gonna have a hot time tonight.” He lowered his jeans and his cock sprang free. I couldn’t believe it. I just stared at it speechless. He smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it; we’ll have a good time.” He had at least 12 inches of thick jet-black uncut dick. The length didn’t scare me as much as the thickness. I took it in my hand and couldn’t touch my fingers to my thumb. This was clearly the biggest cock I have ever seen, much less held, and certainly the blackest. I went to my knees and peeled back the foreskin from the enormous head. It was stunning to see this huge cock head drooling pre-cum. I licked it and savored the taste. Michael was encouraging me all the way telling me that I looked good with Nigger dick in my white mouth. He grabbed the back of my blonde head and tried to stuff it down my throat. I pulled back and looked up at him and said, “Dude, I will swallow your cock, but you’ve got to give me time to get used to it, cool?” He smiled and let go of my head. Don’t get me wrong I love having cock forced down my throat, but this was serious business. Someone could get hurt. And I wanted to do this right. I got up and suggested he get on the bed and lay back. I grabbed a fresh bottle of poppers and lube and got between his legs. I greased his cock with Astroglide and it glistened. I went back to work. I licked his cock and sucked it for 10 minutes or so and licked down to his balls. I sucked one in my mouth then took my fingers and stuffed the other one in my mouth along with the first one. He was grinding his hips upward so I knew he was getting hotter. I tightened up on his balls while pulling away creating a pressure that I knew he’d love. I spit his balls out and licked back up his shaft. I took a small hit off the poppers, sucked in my breath and got as much spit into my mouth as I could muster. I started to descend down his cock and soon felt the huge head at my throat. I inhaled a little more and pushed. Nothing happened. I tried again and still nothing. I was drooling spit all around this guy’s cock and sliding up and down spreading it as best as I could. There was a lot of real estate to cover. Finally, I pushed hard and kept the pressure on his cock, and then something popped. It was his cock head. It had popped from the back of my mouth then into my throat. I actually felt my throat expand to accommodate his girth. I was a bit stunned at first, but stayed perfectly still. Michael was moaning and started to play with my hair. I looked up at him and he made eye contact with me. He had this hot lusty look on his face. “You’re doing great white boy. You can do this. Come on, take this cock. This is nigger dick and you know you want it.” I did want it. I slowly started to push even more of his cock into my throat. My eyes were watering. I knew if I panicked, I would have to spit his cock out and start all over. I was now more than half way there. My eyes were bulging out. I stopped and tried to breathe through my nose. It worked, I got oxygen and calmed down and continued my descent. He started growling louder and louder as I went further and further down. Snot started running out of my nose but I didn’t care. I felt little micro-pricks on my upper lip. I opened my eyes and saw a jet-black forest that was his pubic hair. The wiry hairs were sticking into my lips. Fuck me! I was at the base of his cock. I had deep-throated the biggest cock I have ever had. He started gyrating and moaning and cursing. Michael and I made eye contact. There were tears in mine. I needed to breathe. I tried to breathe through my nose and again, it worked. Michael looked at me with pure lust and said, “Oh my fucking god! Please don’t stop. Please stud, Can I fuck your throat? Please let me, just a little?” I signaled him he could. Michael took the locks of my hair in each hand and got a good grip and then started to slide his big fucking dick in and out of my throat. I knew I couldn’t do this for too long, but I wanted to please my black stallion. He picked up the pace while I focused on controlling my throat muscles and keeping my lungs filled with air. He was breathing hard and grunting and cursing. “Eat dick, you cocksucker. Oh baby, fuck yeah, take that nigger dick all the way down. Look at that!” With that he stuffed his monster all the way to the base and held it there. I was starting to gag on it. Saliva was drooling out everywhere. Snot was coming out of my nose and I needed air, but neither of us cared so Michael started his assault again. He was skull fucking me brutally and my throat was starting to get sore. Still, I was in heaven. The smell of this stud was intoxicating. Suddenly he pulled out and through his labored breathing said, “Fuck, man, no one has ever done that to me before. Not like that. I almost lost it. But I want more from you than a blow job. Turn around and show me what you got.” Still gasping for air, I grabbed my poppers and turned around and buried my face in the pillow sticking my ass up in the air. I felt Michael crawl on top of me. He felt so warm and his cock was wedged between his stomach and my ass cheeks. It was wet and still emanating heat. He was grinding and kissing the back of my neck. He reached around and grabbed my tits with each hand and was twisting them. He whispered in my ear again, “I want you to turn around on your back, spread your legs and show me your that pearly white ass and pink pussy.” I turned around onto my back and spread my legs and lifted each knee and opened my ass for him to see. He moaned and started massaging both cheeks of my ass. He got down low and told me to finger myself. I could feel his breath on my hole. I inserted a finger in. He started licking my finger as it went in and out. I pulled completely out and he sucked my finger all the way down to the knuckle. He then stuck his tongue into my hole. Damn that felt good. I purred into the pillow. “Good pussy, stud.” He really started eating my ass out good at that point. Lapping at first then inserting his tongue as far as possible. He was making jabbing fucking motions with his tongue. He kept pushing my legs higher and higher. He told me to take each leg and pull it back and hold it there. I tried but that wasn’t the right position for him. He grabbed some pillows and stuffed two under my butt lifting it up and another two behind my head. He told me to grab my ankles and hold them back as far as I could. This was the perfect position. I grabbed each ankle and brought them to either side of my head. I could actually see both of them with my peripheral vision. “Can you see your cunt, baby?” Looking down I told him surprisingly, that I could. I had a perfect shot of my glistening rose bud. I made it wink and spit bubbled out. Michael slid two fingers into me. I loved the way his coal-black fingers looked stuffed in my ass. I wanted to get fucked so bad. I was so horned for some big black nigger dick. I understood what Michael meant when he told me he didn’t have a black cock. Michael added a third finger and started licking the outer perimeter of my ass ring. He was really getting me opened. He added some lube and started sliding his fingers in and out steadily. I was really getting turned on. Then he added more lube and a forth finger. I was making sounds and squirming from side to side. Michael looked right into my eyes and said, “Oh baby that is right where I want to be. I love your fucking ass. You ready?” I looked at him and nodded. The hurricane outside was raging full force and so was I. He put the bottle of poppers under my right nostril and closed the left nostril and I inhaled. He repeated the other side. I began to feel light headed. He pulled his four fingers out of my ass and I looked down. His huge cock head was black and shiny with lube. He put the head at my pucker, which was rosy red just liked he’d promised earlier. I was starting to feel the poppers at this point, and then I felt him put pressure on my ass rim. Nothing was happening so I pushed out. “Good boy, work that pussy. You know what you want.” he said. I pushed out again and the head pushed through my ring and he slowly slid his cock in to the base. I gasped. His cock was huge. This big fat cock was buried all the way inside me; his bush was pricking my cunt lips. I started breathing again and thought, damn, this is as much dick as I could possible have inside me. I was stretched to the max. I was definitely full. I felt Michael flex his rock hard cock. I clamped down on my ass in response. He said, “That’s it baby, talk to me. Let daddy know you like his nigger dick in your pussy.” I clamped down again and then again. “Ready?” he asked? I was still holding my legs back looking down at this monster dick buried in my ass. “Yeah dude, I’m ready. Fuck me stud,” I said. He asked, “You want this big nigger dick in your pussy?” I said, Hell yeah, man fuck my ass. Give it to me, fucker and don’t be gentle. Fuck me like a man.” He put the popper bottle under my nose and fed me the only elixir that would get me through to upcoming fuck. He slowly started pulling out and stopping only to apply more lube and then pushing back in. His fucking motion and the sheer size of his cock created a vacuum in my ass which in turn made a sloppy airy squishy farting noise that you only hear when the fuck is nasty. Michael started grunting and cursing again. Every few minutes he would feed me more poppers and body slam into me again. I clamped down on his cock to give him his money’s worth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Sweat was pouring off his face and onto me. Each time he slammed back into my cunt he was making me more of a whore for his black cock. Michael told me to watch this. I looked down and he pulled his saturated dick completely out and slammed it back into my ass. Now my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He repeated this 8 or 10 times. Then he pulled out, and quickly slid 4 fingers and most of the palm of his hand into my ass and slowly twisted. We both moaned incoherently. Michael made eye contact and said he loved the warmth and feeling of a freshly fucked hole. He shoved his cock back in and jack-hammered be into the bed. My head was slamming against the headboard which knocking pictures off the wall. I was delirious and moaning jumbled sentences begging him to fuck me. I reached down between our legs and scooped up globs of pre-cum, lube and ass juice and lubed my cock up. I looked up at Michael, who was now basically doing push-ups on top of me, made eye contact and stuttered the words, “Wreck my fucking cunt.” At that instant, blew my load all over my face, Michael’s face and both of our chests. Volley after volley landed somewhere across one of us. That did it for Michael. “This is how it feels to get nigger fucked. Here I go you fucking hot white-trash motherfucker.” He pumped harder and hard then buried his cock and stayed still. I could feel his heartbeat through his dick. I felt it pulse really hard. He shot load after load into me. His cock continued to pulse and I could actually feel the heat of his cum inside me. He stayed still while his cock finished blowing its nut. I lost track of cum shots and heartbeats as they soon became one in the same. He laid there on top of me for a few minutes catching his breath. Once in a while he’d flex his cock and I would return the gesture by clamping down on his softening dick. After we recovered, Michael slowly pulled his cock out of my ass causing a vacuum “whoosh” sound and a small river of cum began to flow out of my ass. He looked at it and said, “That’s hot.” I had never been so thoroughly fucked in my life. The storm eventually passed. I never did get together with Michael again. We’d pass each other at the complex and flirt. Once we even tried to get together again, but it never seemed to work out. I will never forget that night in the hurricane.

It is very frustrating see how happy people are after getting or giving a load and I'm locked up in chastity with a slave chain around my neck keep every one away, but I do get people saying they would to knock me up. I was told to come in early and grab a water bottle like I do and it taste funny but it's a new brand so I gulp it down. Billy tells me Sam wants to speak to me in the office, he is very happy as he talks about the future of the family business. I feeling very funny like I'm flying very relax then the door opens. Its Fred Is the bitch ready. Sam yes he is. Fred grabs the chain around my neck dragging me to a room with Sam behind us. Once in the room they rip off my cloths and undress them selves and throw me onto the bed in the room. Im on my stomach as Fred buries his face in my ass, as Sam is setting up syringes and hands one to Fred who shoves into my hole then in a few minutes it starts to burn in a good way. Sam ties off my arm as Fred is sliding his dick up and down the crack of my ass. Sam pushes the needle into my are and look me in the eye then gives me a kiss as he pushes the plunger. I can't breath as then Fred shoves his dick in my hole. Fred bitch we are going to now make a real part of this family Sam fuck the bitch. The pain is so unreal from the slam and Fred dick ripping my hole as he is using his weight so I can not escape.Fred is fucking me so hard forcing my face into the mattress as I'm having a hard time breathing, I don't think I will survive this as Fred is now pumping his toxic load in me he whispers into my ear that he is my grandfather and his POZ cum will be living in me for the rest of my life. When he jumps off Sam shoves his dick and is jack rabbit fucking me and with his dick bottoming in me and his P.A. is ripping me up as Fred is sticking his cum , blood covered dick into my mouth. I'm in this room for 8 hours of a drug fueled sex party and both Sam & Fred pick me up then cover me with some clothes and put me in the trunk of a car then drive off. We pull into a garage then take me to a basement then attach a chain to my neck. I'm put on the bed then Sam says you will be here till you get the FUCK FLU, then they start to fuck me again. After 5 days I'm starting to enjoy having a dick in my ass with a slam and soon I'm begging to get fuck and the fantastic feeling of a loads in my ass even with a butt plug in knowing my Father & Grandfather toxic loads are converting me into a POZ cum dump. Soon when they come over for my daily breeding I'm begging for their dick to fuck me and give me their POZ loads. 16 days after I took my first POZ load I became sick.

So I spent the last five days in LV getting dick. Here’s how it went. Monday: Arrived late and hit the apps but could not get dick. Tuesday: The Cock Buffet is NOW OPEN! Got two guys to cum over just after noon. One was a nerdy guy who recognized my picture from prior breedings (I visit LV twice a year) - he brought his buddy, a cute enough Latino guy. We have to meet up in the lobby as the elevators in almost ALL the hotels require keycard access. Totally SUCKS! They took turns on my cunt with their standard issue dicks (one cut, one uncut) over the course of the next hour. Loved how they would ‘tag’ each other to take over, talk about me like I was a thing and not a person, egg each other on...it was hot. This was two buddies fucking for sport. It was nice being fuckmeat for a couple of random dudes. First two loads in me. By the time they left, a couple staying at the same hotel had messaged me looking for a 3 way. “Hell yes”, I replied along with my room number. They arrived at my door minutes later. Tall silver Daddy and his much younger boy. Daddy had a damn decent bone on him. I got on my knees on the bed and had started servicing his boys little dick when I felt Silver Daddys finger enter my cunt. “Hmmm...seems someone’s already greased the way”, he commented as he fingered my pussy. “Actually, there’s two fresh loads up there for you”, I replied. “Sweeeeet”, he is hissed as he slid into his hard cock into me using the two previous guys cum as lube. Daddy went a long time...and I mean a DAMN LONG TIME before blowing his load up my cunt. All the while, his boys dick was a precum faucet with a serious leak to it. Sweet like peach nectar. Only when Daddy was shooting did the boy do the same down my faggot throat. (Well trained boy!) Evening fell and I was all over the apps and bbrt. Scruffy average joe type hits me up - wants dicked. Blue collar types are my weakness when it cums to topping, and as I had yet to shoot my load, I say what the hell. I met him in the lobby (still in his workboots and workmen’s uniform - total turn on) I bring him to my room and commence to lay pipe into him good and hard. Made him call his hole a pussy. Made him BEG for my cum up his faggot cunt. He clearly HATED doing it; but his need for cock & cum outweighed his pride. So by the end he was pleading for me to pound his pussy and give him my babies. I obliged...generous guy that I am. (I do enjoy forced feminization on otherwise very masculine looking bottoms...it makes my dick hella-hard and guarantees I’ll blow a massive load...I figure that’s a win for everyone.) Just as I was about to go to dinner - actually my first meal of the day as I had been on a cock hunt since waking - I get a hit from this SMOKING HOT DARK HAIRED HEAVILY TATTOOED HAWT FUCKER! He was close-by and wanted to fuck. Talk about hitting the jackpot! He cums over and proceeds to manhandle me every which way he wants and absolutely POUNDS my cunt LIKE HE OWNS IT. Total domination. He dumps two loads into me. I reflexively started calling him Daddy midway through our session. He didn’t mind. He complimented me on being such an active, fun submissive. I gave him my number and said he was wel-cum to return for seconds. Once he left, I return to the bed and stroke my cock while fingering my swollen cummy pussylips. I shot a load thinking about the five loads up my cunt, the one in my belly, the load I gave the scruffy blue collar guy...but mostly the total cunt reaming I had just received from one of the hottest dudes I’ve ever hooked up with. Wednesday: I actually visited the strip that morning and returned to my room by 1 pm. I get a hit from a guy with no pic. I normally would ignore those, but my cock hunger got the better of me. I chat with him awhile. Married guy, needs to be “very discreet” - sends me a pic of him in a group of people. “I’m the one in the cargo shorts”, he explains. Nice enough looking 30 something guy. Very doable. Wants to be blown and then fuck me with a condom. “I only fuck raw”, was my only answer. He eventually relents and agrees to rawdog me. (It never takes much) I meet him in the lobby. He is clearly nervous. I bring him upstairs and blow his VERY impressive curved cock. Then I go legs up, offering him my freshly cleaned out and lubed pussy. He greased his dick and proceeds to jackrabbit fuck my cunt for (maybe) two minutes before dumping his load. Funny how married closeted guys fuck with their eyes scrunched closed and a pained expression on their faces. He then scurries to the bathroom to clean up. I just snicker quietly to myself. He returns to the room, mutters some thanks as he dresses and bolts for the door. I actually laughed out loud. The rest of the evening was quiet. Could not land a cock or a hole. Then I get a text from the hot tattooed guy from yesterday. He came back for seconds! He arrives minutes later and proceeds to rock my world all over again. I tell you, it was rapture. Another world class pounded into the mattress fuck. I actually shot a hands-free load. He gave me two more loads. We lay there awhile and chat, his finger lazily making circles around my swollen, cummy, pussy lips. We made out a good long time, but eventually he had to go. What this god of a man wants with me is a mystery...but one I have no intention of messing with! He asked me to text him before my next visit to LV. (((THUD))). I decide to give the apps a rest and head to Entourage late that night for Wise Wednesday (Daddy night). Nothing was doing it for me and there was NO fucking going on, just a lot or boring groping. Then I spot this guy standing in the door to his room; I had seen him earlier on one of the apps. Rugged looking dude with a big eagle chest tattoo. Total bottom. I hit him up, show him my semi and ask him if he wants it. He pivots into his room, I follow and close the door. He bends over his rack and I proceed to fuck his hot furry hole until I paint his guts. Mission accomplished, so I showered and left. Back in my room, I’m getting ready for bed when a young pup hits me on Grind’r. OMG is he a cute little muscle boy. He is 68 feet away and says he wants a blow job before hitting the sack. I say sure, he gives me his room number (one floor down from mine) and I’m at his door. He is even hotter and younger looking in person. I see his name tag and airline flight attendant uniform in the corner. He strips down and lays on the bed, hands behind his head. His long fat cock standing proudly at attention. Handsome, young, muscle body, big dick...Yeah, the kid knows he’s got it good. Can’t fault him for acting entitled. I get on the bed and give him a full service blow. I’m talking hands free and deep throat. He is clearly enjoying himself as he is leaking like crazy. I see he has his cell phone witching hands reach on the bed...I pause and say, “I know you want to video it...go ahead..I’m not shy”. A wicked, crooked grim takes residence on his face as he points the camera towards me. I give him the performance he wants. Deepthroating him, licking his cock, rubbing it on my face, my eyes open looking at the camera, making sure he has something good to show his buddies. He gets off on it, his cock is now so hard it could cleve diamonds! He grabs it and jacks himself to climax - I dive in and receive EVERY DROP of his huge load in my mouth. I take his hand and put it to my throat. “FUUUUUUCK!”, he groans as he feels me take three long lazy swallows of his seed. I got dressed and approach the door, turn and say; “Tell your friends” before leaving. Thursday: No dick until 6 pm when I hook up with a smoking hot ginger who allows me the sublime pleasure of Daddy worship. (My ABSOLUTE weakness is bearded ginger daddy bears - this guy was all of that and a bucket of chicken). I worship his feet, his hole, his pits, and his cock for TWO SOLID HOURS. And I’m rewarded with Daddy’s massive load in my mouth. I melted into the bed when he left - as satisfied as I have ever been. Friday: Early flight out. Back home now after an amazingly satisfying three days of recreational sex.

**Sorry for being away from this story for so long guys. Hope you enjoy the new chapter!** Walking into the living room I felt my cock throb, my toxic precum oozing heavily out of my piss slit, and felt my hole twitch with hunger at the scene in front of me. The couch had been moved over to the side and the opened-up space was now occupied by Leather Daddy's rim chair. Daddy does not get it out to use very often, except when he is especially horny, hungry and high (like he's been all this weekend so far), and if he considers whatever is going on at the time is a very special occasion. The last time he had brought it out was not quite a year ago, for a 3-day celebration the weekend after we received the official word of my conversion. That rim chair got a whole month's worth of use that weekend by every top and bottom who played and partyed with me and Daddy. Remembering that weekend brought another flow of thick precum out of my cockhead and a low soft moan of lust deep in my throat. And now Daddy had brought it out for another very special dirty nasty occasion - the turning and pozzing of the sexy dark haired eager hungry sub pig bottom who was being used by Daddy and me since late Friday night almost non-stop. Daddy was determined that before the cock-craving daddy-pleasing slut left Sunday night he would be fully pozzed up as well as wanting all the poz cock and cum loads he could get. Standing just inside the living room, (as yet unnoticed by either Daddy or Trevor, our chemmed up and horned up pig) I saw Daddy leaning slightly back on the top of the rim chair, sucking deep and hard on the glass cock and filling the area all around him with huge white clouds of tina smoke. He was naked except for his black harness across his chest which showed off his huge hard nips, his black leather glove on his left hand, and his black leather cap with a special designed insignia on it - a black scorpion with its tail raised sitting astride a red skull and crossbones. He looked fucking hot as hell and I had no doubt he could give the devil himself some very hard competition! (There are some boys and young men who have sold their souls to the devil in the heat of the moment and with some powerful influence from "Miss T" in order to be Daddy's cumdump or boi. That is a story for another time, perhaps. HAIL!). In the dimmed lighting of the room together with the light of the flame for the pipe, his skin was almost glowing with a sheen of sweat that just accentuated his power, masculinity and dominance. His massive Daddy cock was standing up tall and thick and menacingly between his thighs, wet from what was likely a combination of precum, lube and spit from the pig's cocksucking mouth. Stretched out on the carpeted floor beneath the rim chair and Daddy was a naked hairy body visible from the waist down to the size 10 feet, with a dick just as hard as Daddy's though not quite as long. Of course I couldn't see his face but I knew that naked body and dick belonged to Trevor, who from the sounds of wet slurping and muffled moans was eagerly and happily eating out Daddy's hot hairy meaty manhole. A hole I knew very well was tight and delicious, and even tastier when it had cum and/or piss in it! "If Leather Daddy lets me shoot some cum and piss up his ass before this weekend is done Trevor will get an extra special treat eating out Daddy's hole after that", I thought briefly to myself. "Aw yeahhhh, pig!", I heard Daddy cry out in his deep growl of lust and pleasure. "That's it you fucking slut! Eat out your Daddy's manhole! Get your fucking faggot tongue up inside your MAN and make him feel good! Damn boy you've got one HELLUVA thick hungry tongue! Might have to keep my ass on your mouth for a couple hours or more, pig!" From under Daddy's ass hole there was an immediate muffled moan of delight. Daddy laughed in a dark erotic way that made my balls and nips tingle. "Yeah, pig! Daddy knew you'd like the sound of that! Pig boy can't get enough of his MAN's hairy hole. And Daddy's not in any rush to get away from your tongue either!" Trevor moaned again as the wet sounds of piggy sex kept filling the air from beneath where Daddy was sitting. Daddy lit the flame under the bowl, took a long, deep pull on the pipe filling his lungs, brain and blood with the chemical-filled smoke, closed his eyes and leaned his head back exhaling the smoke after about 45 seconds, creating a thick sweet-smelling cloud of white that hung in the air above the rim chair - where all of my urges and desires had become focused. Driven now by my intense lust I knew what I had to do. I set the water bottles I was still holding on the floor next to me and moved forward. My eyes were moving back and forth from watching Daddy's hand stroking his cock as he continued leaning back, eyes closed, encouraging Trevor's rimming, to the thick hard throbbing cock standing erect from Trevor's crotch. My own hungers and needs were heightened more than ever before with the Tina, and the coke I'd just snorted in the kitchen and with all the depraved things we were doing with and to Trevor and I needed hot unrestrained pervy mansex NOW!! Daddy was taking care of his cock with his hand. I needed to take care of Trevor's cock with my bare hole and have him take care of the burning need in my chute with his hard bi fuckmeat! Before either Daddy or the pig were aware I was even in the room, I quickly closed the few feet between me and Trevor's exposed body. Grabbing a bottle of poppers off the floor near Trevor's leg I took 2 deep hits in each nostril then slammed my tight poz hole all the way down to Trevor's balls in one strong shove! I cried out in animal pleasure feeling his raw cock plunge up inside my guts. At the same time through my haze of lust, pleasure and drugs I heard Trevor cry out, "What the FUCK??!!! Oh gawdddd!! So good!! So damn good!!" With the urgent hunger and need burning hotly inside my ass I immediately began riding up and down Trevor's fat hard shaft with long strokes of my muscled hole moaning with depraved lust and pleasure feeling this bottom pig's thick cock stretching my hole. Daddy of course was fully aware now of what was happening and I heard him urging me on in his hoarse voice full of lust and sensual pleasure. “Yeah, boy, that's it. Ride that pig's fat raw neg cock! Yeah he's got a nice fucking dick and Daddy's not surprised my boy wants it in his hole! I know what a cock loving slut you are and I know you are in fucking pig heaven feeling his hard shaft stuffing your hungry hole! Ride him boy and use that tight sexy ass of yours to jack him off and make him fill your guts with his chemmed up neg cum! Milk it out of him boy! One of the last like that he'll ever be shooting in any fucking hole!” “Oh yeah Trevor!” I panted as I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles, greedy to feel him shooting his first load of the weekend inside my ass. I knew it was going to be a huge one and with all the chems he'd had already I knew his cum was going to blast me up 2 or 3 levels higher in lust and pigginess. “Fuck me pig! Fuck my jock ass with your fucking hard dick! Breed me boy! Fill me up with your cum just like Daddy and I have filled you up. Cum in me pig! I need it bro! Give me your cum! Fill me now fucker! NOWWWWW!!” Suddenly I felt Trevor's hands grab my hips as he began thrusting hard and deep up into my hole. “Oh gawd! I've never fucked anything so tight before. I've never fucked a frigging ass! I love it bro! I fucking love it! Can't hold back dude! I'm gonna cum! Gonna fucking flood your tight fucking ass now! Oh gawd yesssss! Take it fucker! Take my fucking cum! Arrrrghhhhhhhhhh!!” I felt Trevor's magnificent hard as steel cock throb violently deep in my guts then I felt it spewing out spurt after spurt of his bi neg partyed up spunk inside me. So warm! So fucking awesome! “Do it pig! Fuck that cum into your brother's hole and breed him hard!” Daddy said, as I shuddered in lust and hunger!!

Looking back, I wish I had never heard about Craigslist. Or thAt Craigslist had policed their personal ads better. Or done away with them much, much earlier than they did. But They didn’t, and now I have to live with the consequences, however long that may be. There was a time when I didn’t really know about Craigslist personals. I used manhunt and adam4adam like a regular, horny gay guy. I also used scruff and Grindr, but those only ever seemed to work if I was out of town. But manhunt and A4A were iffy at best at producing a decent lay, and getting worse. That’s when I heard people talking about Craigslist. It started off as people laughing and talking about “sleazy Craigslist hookups”— like it was a joke. Only the dirtiest of people would post ads and connect that way. People talked about posts they had seen (or heard about) where guys were looking for really off the beaten path kink stuff. Like scat, or diaper play, or rape scenes. It was like the “dirty bookstore” of gay hookups, guys may do it, but didn’t want to be caught using it. Anyway, the seed had been planted (pun intended) and I found myself thinking about it more and more often. Especially as my one regular now had a boyfriend and was not available. And as I said before, manhunt and A4A seemed to be full of flakes. So one weekend night I found myself opening up the personal section and scrolling through to see what kind of trouble was out there. What I discovered was that most of the ads were pretty benign. Just guys looking for a quick hookup. Usually something anonymous with no strings. Which all sounded just fine to me. Now I did find a couple ads looking for stuff I considered beyond the pale, which I quickly skipped over. And then I discovered one ad that caught my eye. I really should have skipped it too, but I was intrigued. This is how the ad read: “PREGNANCY BY THE SPERMINATOR: Is your biological clock ticking? Are you looking to get knocked up? If so, my dick will get the job done. 100% pregnancy track record, usually on the first try. My baby batter is planted so deep, my DNA is guaranteed to take. Serious inquiries only. And no, I ain’t sending a pic of my cuntwrecker- just know it is Guinness Record big and will be the biggest you’ll ever take. Hit me up with a pic and digits in the first email.” There was only one pic with the ad. It was a gritty picture of an egg with sperm surrounding it, like you would see in a textbook or in a biology film. Only superimposed over the egg was the biohazard symbol. Now I wasn’t dumb, I’d been around enough to know the biohazard thing meant HIV positive. And the ad was in the gay men section of the ads so there wasn’t much mistaking what the ad was for. The guy was advertising converting guys into being HIV positive. On purpose. The ad disgusted me. Who would deliberately infect someone? But even worse, his ad was asking for guys who were actively seeking HIV infection? Who does that? Surely there weren’t guys out there that did this, were there? I skipped the ad that night and ended up emailing a top guy who was looking for a dark room pump n dump. He responded, saying he wanted to just walk in and find me on all fours ready to take cock. No talking. 30 minutes later, I was taking a 7” or raw dick, with only the flicker of porn to illuminate the room. I never saw the guys face. Only his nutload the next morning. After my first success, I went back to the Craigslist well again the next day. As I was perusing the ads, I found myself looking for the Sperminator ad. I couldn’t find it- it had probably been reported and removed. I’m not sure why I was fixated on this ad- the concept was revolting. But it also made my dick twinge a little, and I wasn’t sure why. Perhaps I was just intrigued by the description of the guy’s cock. Who knows? Even if the Sperminator ad wasn’t there, there were plenty of others. And that next day I found a couple other ads that sounded good and hit them up. That night I managed to get two more loads, one from a married DL guy and one from a hung, uncut hispanic just getting off work. Craigslist was really working for me! Over the next few months, I would find myself going to Craigslist when I was horny, and I’d usually find some cock. I was noticing a lot of similar and/or repeat ads with the same cock pics. A couple even from guys who had fucked me- and I’d often get repeat cumloads that way. It was in this way I stumbled on the Sperminator ad again. Same heading. Same text. Same pic. And again I was upset by it— and oddly turned on. But sure as hell I wasn’t gonna hit up the ad as I wasn’t one of those, twisted, fucked up “bug chasers”. Fuck that. Although as I scrolled through the ads looking for my next fuck, I started taking stock of whAt I was doing. I was having anonymous, Craigslist hookups and letting these random men fuck me unprotected and cum inside me. And to be honest, what did I know about these guys, really? I was negative but I never really asked about the status of the guys fucking me. Some of them could be positive and just not telling me. But guys wouldn’t do that, would they? Thoughts like this would inevitably quench my sex drive for awhile, until my ass would get the itch again and I’d jump back on good ol Craigslist and hunt down a load or three. About this time I started dabbling with posting my own ads. I had a killer ass pic that seemed to attract the tops. This ad helped me pull in a LOT of cock. But, as all good things do, Craigslist started becoming more hit and miss for me- more often than not a miss. And I started going longer and longer between fucks, and it was driving me crazy. And as we all know, horny and desperate leads to bad decision making. After one particularly crazy month of no sex due to family drama, work, and other extracurricular activities, I finally had a free weekend and I was climbing the walls. I needed sex in the worst way and goddamn it, I was gonna find some. So I jumped on Craigslist and started scrolling... and that’s when I saw it. The Sperminator as was back up. And I opened it found myself reading and rereading it. Why was I even entertaining the thought of this? And why was my dick straining against my sweats at the thought of a cuntwrecker of world record size? I closed the ad and kept scrolling. I found about 8 other ads that intrigued me enough that I sent them messages. After an hour And a half I had zero responses. And it was getting late. Fuck. I needed Dick in me or I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I was literally going out of my mind. Which is my only explanation for why I scrolled back to the Sperminator ad... and answered it. I sent him two pics— a face pic and my ass pic that seemed to get me laid. And I sent my phone number as requested. After I hit send my stomach was in knots. What did I just do? I rationalized it to myself by telling myself that he probably wouldn’t even message me. And even if he did I was under no obligation to respond. I could even block his number if I wanted. All of which would be moot because I was sure he wouldn’t... My phone chimed at me. I had a text. I opened the text window. Random local number text. All it said was “sup”. Fuck, what do I do now? I could ignore. But my stomach had that anxious feeling and my cock was throbbing in anticipation. What to do what to do?? I took a breath and texted back. Me: my ass. For cock Him: I see that. Nice ass. seen ur ads before. Thought about hittin it 4 awhile Me: glad you like. I’m kinda nervous tho. You sound huge Him: it is huge. U gon walk funny 4 days Me: lol that’s what scares me Him: u hit me up, u must want a baby Me: that also scared me Him: u wastin my time? U saw my ad. I knock bitches like u up for fun. U never forget this Dick. Him: U want or no? I waited and debated. And in the end, I texted back. Me: yes. Him: addy? I typed in my address, parking and entry instructions. And I hit send. Him: coo. See you in 20. Have that ass deep cleaned My god. What the fuck did I just do? What was I thinking? And hell, I better fucking check my prep work to make sure I am fully cleaned out. The next 20 minutes went by in a blur. My ass was fully prepped. I prelubed the hell out of my hole and I cracked open some fresh poppers. Just as I was dimming lights and getting the porn on, my phone buzzed. He was at my building entrance— and I was freaking out. I buzzed him in anyway. There were 30 tense seconds, and then there was a knock at my door. And there I was, at the rubicon. Was I going to do this— like for real do this? I opened the door and invited him in. The Sperminator was tall. Really tall. Like pro basketball tall. Probably 6’8”? And he was black. And he was handsome. Scruffy beard. Short dreads with blonde tips. A visible neck tattoo peaking out the top of his shirt. Biggest feet I’ve ever seen on a human— the Nike’s were enormous. I locked the door and led him to the living room. He took off his jacket and sat down. I asked if he needed anything to drink. He asked if I had beer— I did. I got two and joined him in the couch. “You’re really nervous,” he said. “Well yeah. I’m honestly not sure why I answered the ad, and I’m second guessing everything.” “Something about it must have got your juices flowing. You must secretly want that ass knocked up,” he smirked. “I don’t think I do— at least I never thought about it that way. I mean, I get off on taking raw cock and cum, but never thought about it much beyond that,” I confided. “Then why am I here dude? You know what I do and you answered my ad.” He stood up to leave. “Cuz I’m a whore for big cock and I think I’ll go crazy if I don’t get fucked and bred tonight!” I stated. “Well, I got big cock,” he said, and he swished his hips back and forth. He was wearing grey sweats and what swung back and forth below the fabric looked positively monstrous. “He sniffin our that pussy and he getting excited,” he said. And his rising cock started pressing into the leg fabric. I set my beer down and got on my knees in front of him. “Can I see it?” I asked. He nodded and I reached up and slowly pulled down his sweatpants. I had to pull his sweats almost down to his knees before his cock sprang free. Yes, you read that right. His cock nearly stretched to his knee! When it popped free, I just sat back on my heels and marveled. It was simply fucking huge. “Told ya,” he said. “You like? That pussy quiverin?” “Hoh. Lee. Fuck.” I finally breathed. “It is easily the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Porn or real life”. For my own edification, I cupped his balls and laid his cock along my arm. It went past my goddamn elbow. And it was torpedo shaped. The middle of it was fat— fat like my forearm fat. I mean, the whole thing was fat, but the middle was ridiculous. And I don’t think he was even fully hard yet. “Now that he up, he ain’t satisfied til he breed a pussy,” he told me. “So I hope you’re ready.” I sucked the the tip and as much of him into my mouth. Bottomed out in my mouth, i wasn’t even 1/3 of the way down his dick. Just feeling his head flex in my mouth and feeling that massive, heavy member was making my own dick leak. I tried sucking him a bit longer before I gave up and pulled off him. “Since I can’t even begin to suck this thing, let’s hope my ass is ready for this cuntwrecker. My ass was definitely not ready. We went to my bedroom and got naked. He laid down on my bed. “Here, imma do you a favor and let you sit on it. Normally I just take the pussy, but tonight I’m feeling generous.” So I lubed him liberally, straddled him, positioned his head at my hole, and hit the poppers hard. I still could have stopped. Said no. Made him leave. But that massive cock was beckoning me. I needed to try it, if anything just to say I did it. I wanted the story. And I wanted to know what that much cock felt like inside my body. So without another thought (and with a good popper rush going) I started to sink down onto his dick. I did not make it far. I got hung up at that thick middle portion. My ass was feeling full and I wasn’t even halfway onto him. I slow bounced up and down to try to get that thick portion in, but no dice. I pulled off and relubed us both, took more poppers, and tried again. And again I got stuck halfway at the thick part. He must have been at least 7” in diameter there. Or more. My fingers never came close to touching around it. “I don’t know if I can get you in,” I panted. “Sure you can, that pussy good and deep,” he said. I felt his hands move to my hips and then he sharply thrust up into me while pulling down on my hips. I howled in pain. I’m sure my neighbors thought I was being murdered, and I guess technically speaking, I was. He just tore my sphincter in one thrust and I nearly blacked out. My vision fuzzed our to blackness and I saw stars. And the pain made me feel nauseous. “There you go, baby,” he said. “Told you I’d fit— and make you walk funny for days.” And the irony was he wasn’t even fully in yet. His thick part was, but there was probably still 3 or 4 more inches of him to go. Thankfully he stayed still while my ass did it’s best to adjust to his massive size. I gulped great quantities of air in order to relax. And I hit the poppers again. Slowly I up and downed onto his cock and I could feel his head at my second ring. And then popped through and was beyond my second ring— and still going. And that’s when my eyes rolled back in my head. I’d never felt anything like it before. The biggest cock I’d previous had was probably a true 8.5”. It was enough to smash into my second ring and hurt. And eventually with some maneuvering his head went in. But it was uncomfortable. This cock was closer to 13”. And was sublime. The pleasure created by his cock rearranging my intestines and slipping well into my second ring was mind blowing. It was making me forget the pain at my hole. I hit the poppers and started to ride him in earnest as I could NOT get enough of that feeling. I rode him and worked myself into a lather. I was sweating bullets from the effort of taking something so massive into my body. And my dick was rock hard and leaking Precum onto his belly. I was in heaven. Or so I thought. “Ok, that’s enough of a free ride. Time for me to deep dick this pussy right,” he informed me. He lifted up on my hips and I slowly extricated his cock from my ass. It felt like it took a minute to fully pull out of me. The tug outward on my ass as the thick part pulled out was intense as hell. And thankfully I had indeed prepped adequately. He commented on this and was impressed. He got me on all fours at the edge of the bed (thankfully my bed was tall) and he stood up behind me. I asked him to put a bit more lube on (he did) and I took a good snootful of poppers. He positioned himself at my hole and said, “Get ready- cuz we ain’t stoppin til I put a baby in you.” And then he shoved in. The pleasure pain of it was exquisite. The thick part still hurt like fuck going in, but not like before. And he buried himself in me in one stroke and ache as he went into my second ring took my breath away. I screwed the poppers to my nose and prepared for his onslaught. It was borderline brutal. Once he was in, he set up to pistoning my guts with shorter deep thrusts. Making my second ring jack his head and shaft. And then every so often he’d do a long, slow, pullout— pause— then shove back in hard until his pelvis slapped my ass. I moaned and grunted with every hard thrust. The short strokes made me keen in delight. At some point my body gave in to his cock and he sensed it. It was like my ass stopped fighting and finally relaxed. When that happened, it was like I was transported to a different dimension. The pleasure. The deep deep pleasure was transcendent. It was like my whole body was on the edge of a sneeze and vibrating. When we reached this point, he started pulling his cock all the way out of me and then slamming it back in to the hilt. Again and again and again. I think I was either moaning or saying “oh fuck” with every thrust. I honestly don’t recall exactly. My vision was red from the poppers and I was almost having an out of body experience. “You ready to get pregnant, bitch?” He asked? “Fuck yes!! Knock me up deep!” I cried. He buried himself deep and did a series of quick, short thrusts. And then he grabbed my hips hard (enough to leave finger shaped bruises) and did one final wickedly hard thrust that he kept buried as deep as he could. I felt his massive member throb deep inside me. Deeper inside me than any man had ever been. It throbbed again. And again. And again. Six seven eight times. Or more. We stayed welded together until he stopped spurting and his dick started softening. Part of me was glad the fuck was over. My ass needed a break from the pain aspect. But the full feeling in my ass was so nice I didn’t want him to pull out. But eventually he did, but not before telling me to tighten my hole and squeegee every drop of seed out of his cock. I collapsed onto the bed and into a huge wet spot. Apparently he’d fucked the cum out of me, but I was so out of it, I didn’t realize when I had cum. As he cleaned himself up in my bathroom he complimented me on my ass and my ability to take his cock. “Most guys cry,” he said matter of factly. As I walked him to the door he said, “Now you read my ad, right? 100% pregnancy guarantee. If you don’t get it this time, I’ll come back til you do. I got a rep to protect. You just let me know.” He had to come back two more times before my pregnancy test came back positive.

This a story about a family . Sam I made one mistake in my life, I was drunk one night and wanted to put my dick in a hole and deposed a load in. That night it was not what I was seeking and 18 years later Zero showed up. I run a business for Gay men where they can have fun in the 3 bathhouse , book stores , Sex clubs, Drugs or escorts I pimp out to chicken hawks. Zero I never knew my Father till I turned 18 as I live with my mother who was turning tricks to supports us.When I turned 11 I became very sick and it had a long term effect on my growth on my body and education. By the time I turned 18 I was only 5ft 90 LBS with no mussle mass, but was gifted with a 12X8 dick that I tried to sex with girls but they always turned me down as I was a shrimp of a male. When I turned 18 my mother said I should live with my Father now. When I walked into my Father place of business they said you have to be 18 to get in but I showed them my ID and then told them Sam is my Father they let me in laughing. Sam falls out of his chair when he see me when I tell him I'm his son and says what am I doing here. I tell Sam I have no place to live and maybe as my Father you can help. Yes, I can help but it won't be easy as its hard work and shitty hours. Your hours will be from 4am thill the place is clean at the Dump Bathhouse. Billy the night manager tells me what to do. Billy You will clean each room if the green light is on, if the red light is on people are using the room and don't enter. You will ware just a jock strap and sandals, if you see needles or syringes you put them in this red box. There will be cum on the floor , tables and wipe them down. The rooms with slings you put up a new sling and the old sling you bring to the front. I look down the hall all lights are green but one, so I do what I was told clean the rooms and I find a few small bags of this Cristal stuff and I take it to Billy. The one room I'm hearing noise coming from, someone has a bad cold as they are coughing, then someone screaming like they are in heavy pain begging them to stop. Take is bitch. You were begging for it. Now enjoy it as I knock you up. I run to Billy about someone is getting killed and Billy is laughing. That's Fred he is rapping someone who was teasing him , but don't worrier he will leave here with Fred gift. I go back now its all quite as moans of pleasure is coming from the room as this is the only room I have left to clean Fred is coming out the door. Fred is in his 60s well built 6ft frame with a lot of gray hair on his chest hiding some tattoos with two nipple rings from his drooping nipples. Fred see me and smiles then hands me $20 to take care of the boy in the room. I enter the room, he is just laying there naked with 6 hash marks put on his ass check with the number #454 on his back. I see 6 needles on the table with a small brown bottle. I saw Billy to help me move this boy who is in his 20s very well built, as we move him I ask Billy what is the #454 on his back means, Billy says this is the number of men Fred has knocked up, I ask Billy what that means and he goes blank face then says the word POZ.

I will never again use a condom! I came of age when that’s all we were told. Even my older gay uncle taught me when I was 13 years old about condoms! I spent those years always somewhat scared of sex, and while I had fun, never fully enjoying all the benefits of a gay sex life. I gave up condoms many many years ago and I WILL NEVER use them again! Now having the best sex of my life!

Spunkinmyarse: id love to get tag teamed with you!!

So i just got back from Cumunion. Things started of pretty slow (i arrived early so my fault there). At first i was just getting comfortable, scouting the venue, making sure i knew where everything was and so on. Ended up chatting with someone at the hot tub. He was cool but had just came so no load at first. Since the few people I'd seen other than this guy were quiet i decided to just bend over a fuckbench and see what happened.within 30 seconds i had a cock in my hole and was bred. Because it was dark I have no idea who it was. Good start. From there the event was stop and start. However my patience paid of as i ended up getting loaded by a bunch of guys I'd seen in the porn cinema. The most notable were a hot tattooed guy and a guy I'd pegged as a sub who upon seeing my cummy hole added his load. I got so turned on I did something I haven't done in over a decade; I topped. I didn't last long at all and i need to work on my technique but it was fun. Hopefully more people will start attending these events as this was much quieter than expected (though that might be due to all the competing events going on for pride). Still, this one was fun and i'll definitely go again.

Been having a long hard sleazy session with a fit hairy French guy called Stéphane since Saturday afternoon & his big hairy muscular Greek bf Kostas joined us a few hours later. After dumping another load each in me a few hours ago they both drifted off into well earned sleep. Me being the cock hungry slut I am I went online to see what was on offer. I was checking m4m personals for any curious bi/ straight guy wanting some fun. An ad titled “Muscular curious lad for fun.” caught my eye, I opened it & it said “ Straight horny curious Bengali Muslim lad looking for discreet meet with a guy who’s willing to let me explore my curiosity. 6’1” , 28. Told I’m GL, very muscular, smooth 7” cut cock. Based in Luton, can’t accom so willing to travel. I replied saying I was up for him exploring things with me, very discreet with no pressure. He was up for it so I sent him my address, he arrived 30 minutes later. When I opened the door to let him in I wasn’t expecting the gorgeous vision in front of me! He’s exceptionally handsome, beautiful eyes that almost look into your soul & a smile that almost made me fall in love! He’s a huge lad too, his big broad bolder shoulders, big arms and tiny waist, I was weak at the knees and my dick was oozing pre cum & getting hard. I took him into the front room where we chatted a bit. I then asked if he’d flex his guns💪🏽 for me & was it ok for me to touch him. He flexed & said I could touch anywhere I liked. I placed my hand on his big thigh & winked as I said “Anywhere eh?” We both laughed, then I felt his bicep & was his instantly hit by a big wave of horniness! His arms felt so big and rock solid! As I moved my hand along to his big shoulder I just wanted him to grab me and mercilessly rape my arse! I started to sweat & he asked if I was ok, I told him his muscles had sent my arousal levels off the scale & basically I was gagging for him to fuck me. He took his t shirt off and asked me to do what I’d do if he was a gay guy. I got up and straddle him put his hands on my arse, put my right hand on the nape of his neck and slowly, hesitantly moved in to kiss him. Our lips touched and he started to kiss me back, his hands moved around to hold me as out tongues explored each other. When we stopped I asked how it was & he said it was different but he liked it. I turn on the tv and streamed some straight porn from my phone to get the mood going. I was now kneeling in front of him unbuttoning his jeans. He lifted his arse so I could pull them right down, he was leaking pre cum and his cock was starting to get a semi. I asked if he was feeling an urges or wanted me to do anything. He said he wanted to touch my arse so I pushed my joggers down & told him to lean forward & do what he liked to my arse while I sucked his cock. As I started sucking he groaned & his cock got rock hard in my mouth. He grabbed my arse cheeks, spread them apart and worked his fingers into my hairy crack & my hole. He rubbed my hole for a while & groaned as he made gentle thrusting motions with his hips. He then gently took hold of my head & slowly lifted me of his cock. He looked me deep in the eye & said “ I wanna fuck you & cum in you right now” I pulled him towards me as I moved back to lay on the floor, I spat on my fingers & wet my hole I spat again & wet his cock, I spread my legs & told him to push his cock in me & just fuck me any way he liked & not to worry if he cums quickly. He pushed it in & I gasped with pleasure! My cunthole was so fucking happy. I wrapped my legs around him and ran my hands up & down his big muscular back as he thrust into me hard & deep. He had me groaning loudly & soon he was groaning too. I moved my hands down to his muscular arse & pulled him into me with every thrust! I told him his cock felt amazing & to keep fucking me hard, make me orgasm. He held the back of my head & started kissing me again, It was like ecstasy overload & I felt my orgasm building very fast & I knew it was gunna be a big one. I told him I was about to orgasm, I roared as the huge waves of ecstasy exploded through me, my legs trembled shortly followed by the rest of my body as he continued to plow into me. He then roared he was gunna cum! He thrust in me with almighty power, as he pushed I could feel his cock pumping hard inside me, another almighty thrust & roar then another! He thrust into mp prostate & I started shooting my load all up his rock hard abs. He slumped down on me, the weight of all his muscle on me was such a turn on couldn’t stop myself from milking his dick with my cunthole. He flinched & gasped from the intense sensations & pulled his cock out. As his thick wads of cum started to leak out he asked if I wanted to eat it, I told him sure did so he scooped it up & fed it to me. He fucked me 2 more times & the 3rd time he decided to try rimming me before fucking me. As he was leaving he asked if we could meet again, I told him he was welcome anytime. I closed the door I turned round to find Stéphane & Kostas standing at the bottom of the stairs both rock hard smiling at me......🤤

The tongue flickered deliciously in and out of my dirty arsehole, and I forgot my embarrassment as I pushed it back into the old guys's face. Meanwhile, I was forced to suck the other man's warty cock and felt myself losing control and sinking into depravity. They sensed it too. "Oh yeah...he wants it now. Fuck the little bitch!" He held my shoulders down and rubbed his cock over my mouth as I felt the greasy haired guy get to his feet, steady my bare bottom, and begin to slide his stubby cock into my spit-lubed rectum. He started to fuck me roughly, as the other man leant over me and kissed him. I was just a hole for them to fuck and not long after the greasy haired man's thrusts became more urgent then he said "oh fuck!" and pushed hard into me as he spurted his dirty cum up me. " I needed that!" He gasped, pulling his cock out and leaving a drool of cum dripping from my hole. The thin man ruffled my hair . " Turn round like a good little pig." I was sobbing with a mixture of lust, shame and fear, but I did what I was told and turned to present my rump to him. He slid his cock into my dirty hole, and I groaned as I imagined the warts rubbing my insides as he began to thrust into me. "Same time tomorrow?" Said the greasy haired man to the other, whilst forcing my lips open and making me clean his dirty cock. " Y..yeah..oh nice..hang on and I'll cum." With that, he jerked and spurted in me. After a few moments he pulled out and the other man offered him a cum stained handkerchief to clean his cock. "Thanks." He said. They ignored me, zipping up and leaving the toilet as I stood there, naked from the waist down and dripping their cum onto the dirty floor.

So working at the Dump bathhouse I'm learning a lot how things work and how my Father Sam makes his money. After a week of working for Sam he has me go to the Doctors office for a check up, they take my blood then ask me to jerk off and cum into this jar, I almost fill it to the top, the Doctor says you are really back up. Sam tells me to go pick up a package from Big Willie. Big Willie is a manufacture of Meth and other drugs for Sam. I get to Big Willie place, he is a monster of a man as all he has on is a jock strap with a bulge in his jockstrap. Once inside I two of Big Willie sons fucking this white boy, this is so hot looking at two BBC fucking this boy I'm having a hard on that I can't hide in my baggy pants . Big Willie looks me in the eye and says boy you are packing a piece of man meet between your legs. The noise from the white boy is driving me nuts, as Big Willie puts his hand in my pants, then grabs my dick, then says to his son you want to see a pice of real man meat look at this. I drop my pants and my 12X8 is rock hard sticking out, with Big Willie sons I go over to where they are fucking the white boy. Bitch see this dick you want it in you, white boy says NO but what if we give you a heavy slam, OK. I want to be honest with them, then say I have never fuck anyone the look on their face was pure SHOCK. You are 18 and NEVER fuck, Yes. They help me as the head of my dick is rubbing up and down white boy crack as they slam him, they tell me put the head in and go balls deep. White boy Stop you are splitting me in half please it hurts too much. I can't believe how great it feels as I can't go any deeper as like Im hitting something. Now fuck the bitch for as long as you can they tell me, and after 5 minutes I cum in spirt after spirt of my cum and collapse on top of him exhausted. After a few minutes I roll over and the white boy starts to clean my dick off as I see some blood on my dick as Big Willie comes over and says you better be get going as Sam is asking what is taking so long. I get back and the first Sam does to me is slap the shit out of me. YOU FUCKING BITCH YOU DON'T STICK YOU DICK IN ANYTHING UNLESS ISA SAY SO. Sam grabs a bag and pulls out a few different chastity devices, he can't find one that will fit me but put it on any way, then takes a chain around my neck then snaps a lock that says "PROPERTY of SAM" I' saving your ass as I have big plans for you BITCH.

Chapter 1 - The Twink in the Bathhouse, Part 1 I wasn’t always a diseased faggot. Sure, I was always curious and I always knew what I truly wanted. But we all have to start somewhere. I fantasized often about how I’d get pozzed. To that point, I always imagined it would happen at a bathhouse. I’d find a man and he’d take me to his room. Neither of us would ask for a condom, signaling we were either both already poz or didn’t care about status. When he told me he was about to cum and asked me where he should shoot, I’d beg for it in my ass. He’d tell me he’s poz and ask if I still wanted it. I’d tell him “fuck yes!” and he’d howl as he delivered his diseased load deep in my neg guts before collapsing on top of me. I wanted so badly to make my fantasy a reality! I was 22 when I finally got up the courage to go to a bathhouse for the first time, the West Side Club in New York. I was in the city on my first business trip as a “responsible adult” with a real post-college job. It was 2005 and at the time I was a typical cute boyish blond twink: 5’9”, 150lbs, and an 8.5” thick cock. I know, it’s always the skinny twinks who are hung like horses, but I don’t use it much. My hungry pussy is my primary focus for sex. And yes, I call my asshole a pussy or a cunt because it turns me on. It’s a hole that was made for men to fuck, so that’s what I use it for. I’d barebacked with plenty of guys in college but never with someone I knew to be poz and never with a complete stranger at a bathhouse. I was so nervous, I didn’t know how any of this worked. I walked to the window, asked for a locker, paid, and got my key and towel. I went to my locker and undressed. I saw other guys were wearing their towels around their waists so I did the same. I locked my things up and started walking around. Everything I knew about bathhouses and cruising was from stuff I’d read online. And in 2005, I didn’t find much. I started by walking through the hallways, peeking in rooms. I was too scared for a truly anonymous darkroom hookup on my first visit. Plus I hadn’t yet truly and fully embraced my slutty no-loads-refused bugchasing nature. I’d have to see the guy’s face and body first. This time, anyway. Being a cute twink back then, I could usually take my pick of the guys. I had been captain of my college swim team. I was hot and I knew it. And I walked those hallways that night with an attitude. I wanted my real-life fantasy to be perfect and just as I had pictured in my head. I’d peek in one room. Damn he’s fat. Another. Gross, he’s old AND fat. Another. Is he even alive? Maybe I should check if he’s breathing?? Finally, his leg twitched. Thank God I didn’t have to explain to the police how I found a dead man in the gay bathhouse. Still another. He was objectively hot but back then, any man above 30 to me was far past his expiration date. Yeah, you might say I was an egotistical jerk. Of yourse, you already know I’d learn to taper my ego eventually in time, so hopefully you will forgive me for being young and stupid once upon a time. Finally I saw a man who met my standards. He was about 6’, Latin, muscular, clean-shaven with a short cropped haircut. I didn’t know what to do. I followed him from a distance for a little while, so far away that I lost him a couple times in the maze of corridors. The second time, I loitered in a common lighted area with a bench, hoping I’d see him again. I was just about to give up when he finally appeared. He walked over and sat down next to me, likely sensing I had been following him. What do I do now? Do I talk? Do I even look at him? Is eye contact okay? Should I try touching him? Should I whip my dick out? God, I need a fucking manual for this! Finally he made the first move. He put his hand on my thigh. My cock jumped to attention. I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact yet. I froze. He looked at me while I just stared down at his hand on my thigh. I was shaking. Maybe he knew it was my first time. He slowly moved his hand to my abs, my chest. He grazed my left nipple, which instantly became erect. My whole body was tingling. It wasn’t my first time with a man by any means, but the experience was exhilarating. My mouth was dry, I was breathing heavily. He moved his hand to my skinny twink arm. Fuck, why didn’t I lift weights? My body felt so inadequate next to his. “Fuck it,” I said to myself. I reached over and touched his muscled chest. I moved down to his abs. But all I wanted was his cock. I could see his cock standing at attention under his towel. Finally I reached for it, gently stroking it through his towel. It was just as I had fantasized. I wanted my prize! I moved my hand under his towel when he grabbed my wrist and stopped me. “Do you have a room,” he asked. Still unable to speak, I shook my head “no.” Never letting go of my wrist, he stood up and guided me back through the maze of corridors to his room. I followed him inside and he asked me to shut the door. By the time I turned back around, he had removed his towel. His cock was massive! It was easily 9” long, uncut with trimmed pubes, and way thicker than mine. I was about to take the biggest cock of my life, and my pussy was already wet with anticipation! Finally I get to have the random slutty bareback sex I have always fantasized about! Is this the night I will get pozzed? Will this be the cock that pozzes me? Please let it be so! I walked toward him and reached for his beautiful cock. Again, he caught my wrist with his hand. He put my hands at my side and reached to take off my towel. My big twink cock sprung to freedom. He grabbed it and started stroking it. “Nice,” he said with a smile. Again I reached for his cock and again he stopped me. “No,” he said. Is he toying with me? Making me wait or work for it? Just let me touch that monster already! He dropped to his knees and deepthroated my whole 8.5 inches. He reached up and played with my nipples as he sucked. My body was on fire! It was my first time at a bathhouse and a man whose name I didn’t even know was on his knees sucking my cock. This is probably one of the most vanilla scenes imaginable to most, but for a 22-year-old twink who had very little experience in depravity, I felt like a dirty whore and I loved it! Finally he stood up and reached for a bottle of lube. No condom was in sight. My fantasy was about to come true! Even if he wasn’t poz, I was still making progress towards what I knew would be my final outcome of being a diseased bareback slut. He squirted some lube into his hand, still no condom to be seen. Then he rubbed the lube all over...MY COCK! He squirted some more into his hand. Maybe this second squirt was for his cock and the first he was using merely to pre-lube my cock for me to jerk off while he fucked me? No, he reached behind himself and lubed his own ass. My fantasy bareback bathhouse fuck was a BOTTOM! He bent over and presented his hole to me, which left me with two choices. I could fuck him and still sort of fulfill part of my fantasy. Or I could go home disappointed. And I sure as shit wasn’t going home without getting some. I’m not a top. I’ve topped a few times but only because guys begged me to. I have a big cock after all, which looked absolutely massive on my tiny twink frame. I pushed my cock head against his hole. It slid right in. Fuck, I could physically feel that this guy is who I want to be! I had been fucked quite a few times and I thought my hole was getting to be pretty accommodating. But his was huge. There was no resistance at all! His hole was open and velvety smooth. I fucked him the best I could while he moaned. He seemed to be enjoying it. I slapped his ass, which caused him to clench his cunt around my cock. I fucked him for a while. Eventually, he said, “You can cum in me any time.” That would be a problem, though. I’m a bottom. I don’t cum from topping. I never have. It just doesn’t do it for me. I stayed hard but only because I had my body pressed up against this gorgeous hunk of a man. “I don’t think I’ll be able to cum,” I said. He replied, “No? Aww too bad. Mind if I do?” I said, “Fuck yes! Do it!” Obeying his top like the total bottom slut he was, he grabbed his cock and leaned back into me, jerking frantically. He turned his head to the side and kissed me. I kept pumping away at his ass like my life depended on it and he pushed back just as hard with every thrust. Finally, he yelled, “Oh fuck! Oh fuck I’m gonna-- AHHHHH!” He growled as his whole body convulsed with pleasure. I looked over his shoulder as rope after rope of thick white cum erupted from his huge cock. He caught most of it in a pool in his left hand. Finally he slumped forward, struggling to catch his breath. I pulled out and started to grab my towel. “Hold on,” he said. He must have sensed that I was a bottom too because he took his left hand, full of his fresh jizz, and reached for my ass. I bent over slightly and spread my cheeks for him. He smeared his load all over my pussy and stuck a couple fingers inside. Fuck, I got a stranger’s load in my hole after all tonight! I imagined to myself about all the bugs that might be swimming around inside me at that very moment. I reached for my cock as he found my prostate. The idea that I might have a poz load in my hole at that moment sent me over the edge. “Fuck, dude, I’m gonna cum too!” Immediately he opened his mouth and deepthroated my cock, nose to pubes. I grabbed the back of his head as I squirted my neg load directly down his throat. His finger still in my ass, he massaged every drop of cum out of my prostate. He stood up and kissed me. “Thanks,” he said. “Thank YOU,” I replied. It wasn’t what I had fantasized about, but it was a hot experience nonetheless. I picked up my towel and turned to leave, his load dripping from my asshole. “I’m neg, by the way,” he said as I left. Shit.

This morning by my uncle who is my mom's brother and he FUCKIN HOTT! He's 38 I'm 26 and has a 6 year old daughter , I never ever thought I would get fucked by him ! He came over to paint my living room at 9am . I obviously was already prepared and deep cleaned when he got here when I was douching and getting ready I was like why da hell am I doing this if he's my uncle? And another part of me the slutty part of me was like who cares he hott and u always liked him , so he gets here I helped him paint. And he started talking about how he was glad his wife got a new job and all and I was just like boooring cuz i hate the wife she's good looking but annoying. !!!! So an hour goes by and nothing , as this point I'm actually thinking it's NOT happen... So then I just take of all my clothes fuck it. And I reveal to him my nice slim smooth body and nice bubble butt. He doesn't say a word and carries me to the couch and lays me down and starts kissing me all over my body and sucking on my nipples. Then opens my legs n starts eating me out for a good 5 mins . Then he gets undressed nice hairy fit body and big dick about 8ish and uncut and thick . I suck him off for 5 mins . Then he puts me doggy style in the couch and sticks it in raw . He fucks me in that position for a good 5 mins then makes me ride him for another 5 mins and again doggy style and gives me a load deep in me . He then fucks me another 3 times after we are done he makes me promise not to tell his wife or my mom , his sister I tell him all good I won't tell as long as we do it more times .

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Hey guys, some of you may have seen as I posted on here looking for suggesitons of where to go for a 'Load Weekend' - My lad gave me a free weekend pass to go away, have some 'me' time and I thought, awesome opportunity to go away somewhere I've not been before, see some sights and also throw in 3 nights of hitting cruise bars to take as many loads as I could. Just what the doctor ordered! Settled on Paris, looked on various websites and there was a few selection of cruise sex bars and it was easy to get to. Hotel, flights booked on Wednesday night. Flew out of Thursday morning. Mini adventure begins, my ass was almost twitching with excitment as we touched down in Paris. Quick hop on the train from the airport to the hotel, I was here! 1030PM - First night in Paris. I booked a hotel within walking distance to the cruise bars, closest one being literally 5 minutes away. Super quick douche at the hotel (Thanks Chia seeds, youre a god send!) and Im off ...... I head to Bunker. Got there, friendly guy on reception explained it was naked night. BONUS! Get in, undress, skip straight past the bar, no time for drinks, I'm headed straight for the cellar where the cruising happens. Few guys kicking about. I wander round for about 45 minutes, sucking various cocks, but it was pretty quiet, probably 10 people in or so. After 90 minutes, I'm starting to flag fromt he travel so head back to the hotel. Tomorrow sight seeings and general touristy things Friday spend the day wandering round Paris (getting hasstle by the hustlers on the street) which I dont usually mind but in Paris for some reason it's constant. Ever corner, every street always someone wanting to scam you in one form or another. Sight seeing done, my ass is twitching in anticipation of tonight. Its already feeling open and ready for every load it'll take. Back to the hotel, quick nap then I'm out. Friday night in Paris, here I come baby.... I hot a bar up called Le'Depot - Loved the lay out but it was quiet, it was 1030PM when I got there, but downstairs, lots of gloryholes (which I love) with 4/5 holes for each cubicle that guys walking past can stick their cocks through, also conncts to the other glory holes. Then there was a dark room which was kind of in a circle like shape you you did a lap through the room. Loved the place, although it was quiet, maybe still too early and there was a big Paris football match on. I decide to hit the next bar, La'Impact, naked only cruising bar. Get there, undress, downstairs I go. Really small (Almost closterphobic) downstairs. Play there for about 90 minutes and get bored and they had no glory holes so I decide to head back to Le'Depot - surely it must have picked up by then. So my trust iPhone guides me straight back to the bar with the gloryholes. Pay at the door, straight downstairs. As I'm walking down the stairs, theres a fit guy stood at the bottom, winks at me as I walk down, he's clearly interested. Theres my first load still sitting in his ball sack which needs to be in my ass I thought. He follows me to the cubicles, I stand at the door, he walks in. I follow. Door closes. Within seconds he bites my neck REALLY hard. Fuck thats gonna mark is what ran through my head. (Although my lad knows what I was up to on my 'me time weekend' I still didnt want to roll into work with a bite mark on my neck on Monday AM), I pull away mean time his hand is round my ass, jeans undone but not totally down, hes really going for my ass, slapping it, pulling it etc. Hes clearly a top I thought. He bites my neck super hard again. I think no, I've had enough of of this. I pull my jeans up and go to open the door. He pushed it closed again and insists on getting to my ass (or so I thought), I fight back a little and push him off, open the door and walk out. He stays in the room. I instantly check my pockets to make sure everything is in order. BOOM, my Iphone is gone. SHIT. I start to panic, hes still in the room sitting down, I go back in and ask if he has my phone, he ignores me, I ask again, he said something in French. I reply I dont speak french. I go to feel his pockets and also looking on the door and feeling my hands on the leather box seat in the cubicle. I say to him show me your phone. He pulls his phone out but doesnt stand up, which I found odd. I'm panicing at this point as I'm totally screwed without it. I panic and leave the room, he doesnt speak english, isnt helpful, i instantly start retracing my steps in the cruise bar from walking in to the cubicle, praying to god I spinply just dropped it (I knew I didnt cos I'm always so careful and concious of my phone) I go and find the bouncer and explain I think some guy has stolen my phone. He asks if I know who did it, I said yes, he asks me to show him. We walk down stairs, I'm searching and searching but hes gone. No where to be seen. The bouncer explains if I see him to go find him. By this point I'm assuing the guy is long gone. I panic, guys are showing interest but I've totally lost my mo-jo at this point thinking, how the fuck do I get back to the hotel, I know it's about 20 minutes away but I was relying on my phone for google maps directions, uber bookings, my plane ticket was on there along with all my credit cards (Apple Pay etc) I head out to the street, completey lost with no sense of direction, I start walking in what I think is the general direction of the hotel. Paris streets are all very similar and I get lost. I end up asking people on the street for help, if they have a phone with maps on it so I can head in the right direction, but of course they are immediately suspicious of me. Was I trying to steal their phone I'm sure they were thinking. Almost 2 1/2 hours later I eventually make it back to my hotel. Open my iPad and use Find my Iphone, I can see it's about 11 mile from where the bar was, I enable 'Lost mode' which pings the phone to say its lost and starts playing a noise. They must notice as the phone then goes offline. Its clear they have no intention of returning it. I should point out at this point, without my phone, I'm stuck, stranded, isolated, lost. I didnt even have a phone in the hotel to call my cell provider to block the SIM etc. I decide at this point I just need to get home to sort things out. I log onto airline website (by this time it's 4AM on Saturday morning) and book the next flight home. Its' in 5 hours. Throw stuff in a case and get reception to call me a cab to the airport. Get home, strsight to Apple shop to buy new phone and SIM card. So all in all its been a total disaster of a weekend, the pickpocket, got a iPhone which has been locked and blocked so it's of absolutely no use to them - even if the factory reset it wont work as it's still registerd to my account, but I'm not sure they appreciate just how much distress, panic, loss it causes someone. Not only did they ruin my night, but my entire Load Weekend. Bastards, utter theifing scamming bastards. I hope they get hit by a bus pn the way home with my iphone.

Toys just feel fucking odd. Damn, I got that off my chest. I use a butt plug to loosen up and a dildo from time to time to play, either with myself or with another. The plug is fine, it does it’s job, and it’s good. But dildos...damn. They are pleasurable...but wrong, almost painful at the same time. I can’t be fucked for as long or as hard by a toy as I can as with a cock, even a big cock. A guy pounding me feels better than a toy teasing me. It’s weird. Anyone else encounter this? Are you fine with toys, spending long hours or sessions with them? Or do they feel... wrong to you? What’s your reason for it either way?

I was on Grindr this morning and got a message from someone that was extremely close by. Turns out he's staying in the same hotel. He simply said, "R U INTO ANON FUCKING?". I replied back, "FUCK, YEAH!". He asked for my room number. I gave it to him and told him to just push on the door. I'd have it fixed so he could just come in. The room would be dark. I asked if he wanted me on my knees, to suck him first? Or did he want me ass up on the bed. He said, "Ass Up". I quickly closed the drapes. Turned off all the lights and stripped. There was just a faint light coming through the edges of the draperies to give a soft light in the room. You could make out shapes. But not see faces unless up close. I kneeled on the edge of the bed. With my bottle of poppers in hand, I waited to hear the door open. In just a few minutes, that wonderful sound of the door opening and closing was heard. I took a couple of strong hits from my popper bottle as I felt him feel my ass and rub my asshole. I heard him removing his pants. Then felt his mouth on my hole. He licked and slid saliva up inside my hole with his tongue. Then I felt his cockhead press against my hole. He grabbed me around the waist and pushed up into me. Ahhh.....It felt great sliding into my hole. He felt like he was sliding 6 or 7 inches into me. It had a nice thickness, too. Best of all, he was rock hard. His Grindr profile said he was 29. Not a word was spoken, but he pounded me hard and deep for about 6 or 7 minutes, until he finally slammed deep into me and filled my gut with his load. He just as quickly pulled out, pulled up his pants and left my room. All without a word spoken. I never saw his face. Or any other part of him. I loved being filled with the hot cum of someone I have no idea who he was.

It really depends on how horny I am. Sometimes I just need to have something up my hole no matter what so my toy collection is a life saver haha one more take is the fuck machine we bought couple of months ago, my partner loves locking me in position on the fuck bench and operate the machine on me with a large thick 8” & 10” FT real dong dildos and pound my hole for hours.

i was 10 . didnt like it at first , now i only want to be abused by men who want to sodomise me . i love that word . im sure its sick but when i hear that description of anal sex it makes my little ballsac tingle with desire . hehe

my dick is tiny , i send pics so men know . not all like that n id rather not disapoint . more often than not they love that im so pathetically endowed n they wana hurt me all the more abuse n humiliate me . i love men who do any sort of violence or cbt on me if it gets there big cock rock hard. tyhere are so few cocks who have any interest in me ejoying a fuck in the traditional sense . they either dont care about me or expect im fucking purely for there beniit n pleasure , which of course is fine with me . i am !!

im tiny myself n im only a bttm , i love hung men who are aggressive n violent n sadistic n wanna punish n degrade . love to see them get aroused by my discomfort n terror, big cock swagger

Enjoy your youth and beauty. I’d guess you are already Poz. You can become more top later as befitting your age, a la normal in ancient Rome.

So today I was free so I prepared myself and got into my jock. Started messaging a hung top that I’ve been fucked by a few times outdoors, he was available and had a 4 day load waiting for me. I drove to the park where we had met before and waited, he wanted my hole first so I tried not to be tempted by the other guys.... I sucked one guy while I was waiting he face fucked me but I never let him in my ass, my guy eventually arrived and we head in behind an abandoned building in the woods: he starts kissing me and I can feel his big dick is rock hard. I drop to my knees and pull his cock our the red jock he is wearing , big metal cocking on and I deep throat him till the metal is on my lips it’s 8.5 inches and thick. My ass needs him now and I drop my jeans and turn offering him my ass... I quickly lube my shaved hole and he rubs his big mushroom over my ass lips, I take a huge hit of my poppers and he slowly pushes home, it feels amazing, he starts to fuck me getting faster and harder, I pull my cheeks apart and feel the cockring hitting my ass with each deep thrust ; he pulls out and I turn and suck the juices of his cock , have you cum? I ask and he laughs softly and turns me round entering me and pulling out a few times then starts to really hammer my ass. I go wild and hit the poppers till I’m flying and then he shouts as he blasts a massive load in me. He pulls out and I quickly turn to suck him clean. We kiss then i finger my ass and lick the excess like a good piggy.

Gono. I knew he had it but I fucked him anyway

My regular fuckbuddy visited me and was here from Friday morning to yesterday evening. On Friday afternoon he stated meaningfully that he was going to chill and laid down on my sofa naked. I joined him immediately. Naked of course. We was talking about more and more exciting topics, began to stroke each other and continued it with passionate kissing. He was laying on his back and let me sit on him. I felt his rock hard cock around my hole. I wanted it, tried to push it into, but he stopped me. Grabbed my hips and said “I control now.” He pushed his cock and moved his hips. He didn’t let me move. Ha just used my hole. He did it for a while when he as it’s usual quite quick unloaded me his one day dose. I stayed on his body with his cock on me. It was still hard. I began to move slowly. He asked me to be gentle because his cock is still sensitive just after the cum. But after som minutes he grabbed my hips again and pull me up and down on his cock. Until he gave me the second cum. Some minutes later I turned down from him on my back. I asked him to say dirty thing. He started a story how he would force me to serve large hairy bear studs with my two holes till I would be filled and covered with cum. Then I cum on my chest a big dose. The rest of the Friday went by without sex. But when after midnight we went to the bed sex came again. It lasted longer than afternoon and he moved me lot. He fucked me in spoon position, laying on my stomach and doggy. I don’t remember exactly because at this time I sniffed poppers continuously like a hunger. I was in some delirium and just was enjoying the sensation of a rock hard bare cock in my hole. The sensation that I was no more just a tool of my buddy’s enjoy. He was careless, sometimes brutal. Sometimes I felt that he wanted to cause me pain directly. And I loved to feel it. Nevertheless he also was passionate. Then he unloaded me with a big cum. His orgasm lasted long. My hole was prickling. It was the third cum in me. We woke up at late morning. He was rock hard again and me too. I started to play with him. He turned me on my right side. His cock was in me quickly. He grabbed my left leg and was fucking me cruel till he pumped me his fourth cum. We had a short rest and his cock was still hard. Ha didn’t waste our time. Pushed me with face on the bad and took his cock back into my hole. Ha fucked me a bit longer than before and gave me the fifth doses. After it we turned on back my cock also was rock hard. I sniffed a big my poppers and started to kiss. We were kissing, he was stroking and scratching me while I was jerking. And I cum a big. We felt a sleep but when we woke up we were still hard. I don’t know how. We looked each other and he took my head and pushed to his cock. Let my cock clean after your dirty hole he said and I let his rock hard cock to my throat. I sucked him like no tomorrow. Then he pulled my head off and forced me on it. He hadn’t to say. I didn’t move but let him to move his hips. I saw in his eyes how he enjoyed to brutalise my hole. He fucked me until his sixth unload. During this turn I held the bottle in my hands and was sniffing the poppers continuously. Therefore I didn’t remember exactly the next half hour but he fucked meg again and again. I remember that we was fucking in several positions. I laid on my stomach and was on my four before he unloaded me again giving me the seventh doses. Finally I was laying on my back, my legs were sometimes on his shoulders sometimes in his hands forcing me to spread them or pushing then beck to my neck. He was just fucking and fucking cruel enjoy my cumfilled hole till he unloaded me with the eighth one. When his cock slipped out a huge load was flowing out. I was in heaven. I can’t wait to the next weekend, we would be together from Friday night to Sunday afternoon. Almost two whole days to destroy my hole and fill with cum.

I took my last load at a city park on all fours on a blanket spread out under a low lying tree ( as shelter from authorities cruising the area) last night. I am always discrete. I took 6 loads (2 were married guys, 3 were Black). I always walk back to my car with a slutty wet cummy ass dripping.

On Wednesday afternoon I had a horny hookup with a very sleazy local 19 year old scally lad who wanted to meet for some outdoor breeding! I picked him up near his house & drove us to the nearby cruising woods. I took him too a nice secluded spot I use for uninterrupted outdoor action. I sucked his big thick 8” uncut dick, it’s got a downwards curve & a nice natural bush covering his balls too. He pissed down my throat before eating my hairy arse and raiding it hard & breeding his big load deep in me. Friday I saw a post on M4M personal ads from a fit bi married guy looking for fun in his home gym under the guise of a personal training session. I replied & we arranged to meet at his that afternoon 2pm. He’s 6’1” tall, dark hair , blue eyes, 50” hairy pecs, 17” biceps, 32” waist & a gorgeous fat uncut 9” dick with a big natural bush & big hairy balls. His gym is in a converted porter cabin with nice big mirrored sliding doors so nobody can see in but we could see out. I never normally meet guys that fuck with rubbers but I agreed on the understanding he’d take it off just before cumming & shot his load inside me. I sucked him hard & he got me to squat over his face as he lay on his chest press bench. He then got me on his big silver exercise ball, on my back against the wall & fucked me hard, my legs over his huge bolder shoulders. As promised he ripped of the rubber & rammed his big dick back in to breed me. I felt him pumping his load in me & it made me shoot my load. I held his cum in me as he got my butt plug from my joggers & pushed it in me. I got off the ball & sucked his semi hard dick clean. He said my hole felt good on his raw shaft while I was sucking him clean. I stopped & said he should feel how good it is with his big load squelching around his big cock as he fucks me. I carried on sucking & he got rock hard again. He grabbed my hair, pulled his cock out of my mouth & slapped it on my face. He pulled me up of my knees & got me against the wall by the sliding doors. He pulled the plug out & shoved his raw dick up me, it made my hairy hole squelched & fart as he rammed it up me hard. His hands gripping my waist, his big sweaty pecs against my shoulders & his hot breath on the side of my face as he told me what a horny slut I was bringing out his animal urges! He grabbed me tight as he bred me again trying to old in his manly raw. Just as he pulled out the house door opened & he said “ Shit it’s my son” I looked & couldn’t believe it! It was the scally lad from Wednesday afternoon. He grabbed a towel & sent me in the shower room with my clothes & quickly wiped up the puddle of cum on the floor & covered it with a mat. As I pushed my plug in & cleaned up the cum from my legs I heard him ask his son “Jamie” to wait & let me know he was making my “complimentary protein shake” I composed myself & walked out of the shower room. He instantly recognised me & jumped up of the work bench surprised & acted equally surprised! After the mutual “ what the fuck you doing here” he quickly started to get aroused as he asked me if my hairy cunt was sweaty. I told him it was sweaty & cummy cos I got bred before the training session. When I told him I had a plug in my hole keeping the cum in he shoved his hand in my joggers & rubbed my hairy crack then sniffed & sucked his fingers clean. He squeezed his growing cock to kill his stiff & as his dad came back he told me he’d be waiting at the end of his road & he left telling his dad he was going out. His dad came back in & we exchanged names & numbers (His name is Chris) and we’ve arranged to meet again on Monday. I left & picked up Jamie down the road who told me to go to my place, he got his rock hard dick out as I opened the door. We stripped in a horny frenzy & got as far as the stairs where he pulled out my plug & ate my cunthole drip feeding me the cum he sucked out, the fact he had know idea he was tasting and feeding me his dad’s cum turned me on so much! I grabbed his dick & got his bell end on my hole & begged him to smash me as hard as he could. He drilled me mercilessly making me orgasm as he bred his load in me. He later piss fucked me in the shower & bred 2 more loads in me in the garden. Before he left he asked if I’d be up for regular fuck sessions, I said I was & said I was up for 3sums too if he wanted to bring a mate which he said he’d arrange. When he left I got my dildo out & smash my hole churning up his cum mixing it with what remained of his dad’s cum. Think of them both & the fact I had daddy & son’s sperm inside sent my horniness into orbit & I gave myself a body trembling orgasm.

I took my first anon load when I was a teen at my small town's park. I went there one night, went into the bathrooms along this train by the river, and waited. A guy in his 30s came in, saw me, pissed in the urinal, and left. I kept waiting and the guy came back maybe 10 mins later. I didn't really know how to signal my interest, so he made eye contact with me, grabbed his crotch, and said "want this?". I nodded and he indicated for me to follow him. I followed him into this wooded/bushy area a little further down the trail and he stripped me naked and pushed himself into me. It hurt and he knew it was hurting me, but he kept fucking me anyway. I tried to pull away a little at one point and he actually covered my mouth cause I think I started making a little too much noise for his comfort. I also think at least one or two other guys saw me getting fucked by him. After he finished shooting in me, he pulled out and zipped up and walked off without saying a word. I just laid there crying for a while. Eventually I turned over on my back and jacked off. Shot a huge load on my stomach, slinged it off into the grass with my hand, got up, put my clothes back on and left.

When i had a house there was an 8' privacy fence around the backyard and guys would just come over through the open gate or through the unlocked door all the time. I would post on cruising sites and wear a blindfold so they would find me naked and ready for their cock. One time the roof was getting replaced but i didn't know what day they were going to start. So i was out back getting fucked by a couple guys when this mexican crew came through the gate and saw me. The guys just kept fucking my ass as the crew watched. When the 2 left i stood up with cum running out of my ass and one of the crew told me to get back on my hands and knees as he unbuckled his pants and pulled out a hard cock. He came over and started fucking me and when he was done the other 6 guys bred me too. They called me puto and the only one that spoke english told me they were going to fuck me often. The next 3 days i stayed naked and whenever they were horny they would find me in the house or the backyard and fuck me. Pretty sure they told others because mexicans that weren't working on my roof would show up and fuck me 3, 4 or 5 guys at a time.

I'm 29 and in grad school. I invited a hung black guy over because I wanted to suck him. We went to my bedroom i started sucking him and he made me strip. He got on top of me and pushed me down and made me take hsi bare cock. I was begging him to pull it out. I hadnt been fucked before. he made me take it, but he eventually pulled out and finished in my mouth. I wish he had bred me. Will any black guys finish the job?

I went to the Crew Club in DC yesterday to play with my toys getting my ass ready for a sex party tonight. After a while I went to the sling room. One guy was in the sling with another guy sitting on a bench. I ate the guy in the slings ass for a while. After I stopped the other guy got up and stood close to the sling. I started sucking his dick and he got hard. I turned my ass around to him and he stuck his dick up mu butt and started pumping. I leaned against the sling, bent down. He was really fucking me hard. After a while he come. I turned around to suck his dick and clean it off. I went back to my room to play with my toys. Later I went back to the sling room. No one was there so I got in the sling. After a while a man in his 50's came in with a couple of younger friends. The guy in his 50's started stroking his dick. His younger friends left and he walked over and slide his dick up my ass and started ramming. The sweet sound of the sling clanging began as he fucked me. His dick was hitting all the pleasure points in my ass and after a while he came too. I walked back to my room and as I entered it an older man walked by and said hello. I responded with "Hello, want to fuck me?" He walked in my room and i sat on the bed with my ass facing toward him. He mounted me and started thrusting hard. I really love getting fucked doggy and was a bit verbal - "Yeah, fuck that ass." He was also hitting all my pleasure points. After a while he asked "Can I come in your ass" - "Yeah come in my ass, bred that ass" and he dutifully blew his load. I was fucked by five guys last night (something that normally never happens to me there) with 3 loads. Thursdays are the night there and I'll be back.

Okay, So I basically posted this in another thread earlier, but it applies here, too. I'll go into more detail here, though. I was 18 when I took my first anonymous load. Also, It was my first time doing anything with anyone. I had just moved into the dorms at college for my freshman year and decided I would explore and see what there was to do around campus. After methodically working my way back and forth, up and down the streets on the north end of campus, I came to a building that looked interesting. It was a club called the Carousel, and was 18 and up. "Great!" I thought, and I paid my $2-3 (or whatever the cover was) and went inside. Turns out, it was a gay bar that was pretty much legendary in town, but I was new and had no idea until I walked inside. I followed a crowd up a double spiral staircase, watched my first drag show, and went back downstairs during intermission to see if I could talk someone into sneaking me a drink. That's when he found me. I got a tap on the shoulder and turned around to find a really hot frat-type guy (probably a junior of senior, not sure). He said he saw the big "X" on my hand and said if I wanted some booze, his apartment was just a couple of blocks away. I didn't even know his name, but I said "Sure!" Honestly, I was so naive and sheltered growing up that I didn't even have thoughts of something like this going down an hour earlier. I was already somewhat confused as to where I was except for knowing the general direction of my dorm, but still, I followed him out the door, down a couple of streets and through an alley to the back door of an old Victorian that had been cut up into apartments. We climbed a flight of stairs and went inside his apartment, then he went to the fridge and he grabbed us a couple of beers. We sat on the sofa and talked about nothing, but he caught me looking at his bulge. He looked at me and asked "you want to see it?" I don't think I made a sound, but I remember nodding. He stood up, unbuckled his belt and dropped his shorts and boxers to the ground. It was the first time I had seen a hard dick other than my own. It was perfect. He sat back down next to me and said I could touch it if I wanted... I didn't even have to think, I just reached over and started slowly jacking him. He wasn't huge, probably about like mine.... 6 1/2 or 7 inches, medium thickness, cut... pretty average, I guess, but I was in heaven. Thats when he slid his hand down the back of my shorts. I knew he was trying to reach my asshole, so I shifted to give him better access. As soon as his finger touched my pucker, I knew what I wanted. As I said earlier, the thought of hooking up that night hadn't even entered my mind. If it had, I probably would have bought some condoms. I think he knew I was unprepared, because he asked me if I had one. When I told him I didn't, he said "Damn. All I have is lube." He just kept fingering my hole for a few minutes while I jacked him, knowing he was turning me on. Eventually, he pulled is fingers out of my ass and looked me right in the eyes. When he asked if he could fuck me raw, I said that was fine. After we had been fucking for a while, he asked if I wanted him to pull out. I told him I wanted his cum in virgin ass. That did the trick. I had told him I was inexperienced because I was too embarrassed to tell him I was a virgin. When he realized what I was saying, that he was taking my virginity bare, he unleashed the biggest load I've ever had. I never knew getting bred could be so hot until that night. Honestly, I had never even considered going bare before, because in every other aspect of my life, I avoid risk. Eventually, I found by way back to my dorm with a huge smile on my face and a leaky ass full of his anonymous load. I never knew his name, I never saw him at the club again, and as hard as I tried, I could never figure out exactly which house was his.

So these guys were not repugnant, but probably not going to get a lot of guys bending over for them I was working on a project renovating homes for a charity. I was working alongside a guy with downs syndrome. He was always asking if I had a girlfriend, and did we have sex. I told him I dated guys. He wanted to know how sex worked between guys, so I blew him. He wasn't the cleanest guy, uncut and blew a huge load. Next day he had another DS friend with him. I blew them both. Day 3 they were both there expecting it. I blew them both before we started work. After lunch they both wanted another one. I told them I wouldn't blow them, but I would show them how to fuck me. They both fucked me twice that afternoon. Day 4 and 5 they both got an am bj and they both fucked me twice in the afternoon.

Hi guys. I'm a 38 year old guy in North Carolina. I've loved bareback and breeding ever since the first time I saw it in a vid and the rest is history. I thought I'd give this site a try as I am sure I'll like-minded individuals.

I like to draw blood, then blow my load in him, suck suck of his blood and my cum and feed it back to him, share our intimacy in that way.

It had to be done. He had to be done. We had chatted for ages, over a year, but the time was now. He was never closer than he was today. Barely 100 miles away, his pleas where as persistent as ever. He sent me his address and postcode. As I excitedly left the house, I stopped to pick up a few items which we would need. As I was driving along the M4 I was imagining what this boy-wolf was really like, and what his body would feel like against mine. What his ass would feel like around my cock. What his lips would feel like against mine. Would I be able to do it? Would I get there and fall in love with this half boy half animal creature? I had always said that, no matter what I felt for a boy, a job is a job. I thought I might struggle with this one as he was so very sweet with blond hair and a beautiful body. Thankfully I didn’t have to ponder long as my journey flew past. The time had come and it was now or never. I rang the bell and he buzzed me up. Upon opening the door to his flat I found him in the hallway awaiting me, naked and bent over – ready to accept what I, as his new Daddy, was going to give him. "Come on, Daddy. Get naked and breed my neg boy ass,” he offered as a greeting. Well, who was I to refuse? I never before undressed so quickly. He was still bent over, hands down by his ankles. It could not have been an easy position to maintain, but I wanted to survey the soon-to-be-damaged goods. I felt his perky nipples, covered in a light dusting of blond hair. I ran my fingers through his lovely head of blond hair. I sniffed his arm pits, noting he had, as directed, neither washed nor used deodorant. I inspected his boy cock, all shaven, as per my instructions. I licked under his foreskin finding his cock head decidedly cheesy, as specified. I was in heaven, and he was no less pleased as he moaned in approval. It was time to stop teasing him, and get on with the task. I stood up behind him; he could feel the cold steel of my big PA up against his ass cheek. I gobbed up a load of spit and rubbed it on my dick, and also put just a little bit on his arse. When I impaled him he had to know about it. I didn’t want it to be too easy for him. I was there for a reason, after all, a reason he sought. He wanted to be pozzed. He wanted to submit his body to the ravages of my bug. HIV, the disease they all try to avoid, yet he wanted it. And I was the chosen one. He had had poz cock in his neg ass before this occasion, but he had played safe. But this time he chose me to be his poz daddy. Who was I to argue? No-one understands the immense feeling you get as a poz top when you slide your cock raw into a neg bottom boy. And this one knew what he was getting. Admittedly, sometimes it is eve more fun when the bottom does not know, and, when shooting a toxic load into such a bottom, I inwardly chuckle to myself thinking of the bottom "You have no idea what’s just happened to you. You have no idea of the damage I’ve just done to you – but you will wonder for the rest of your life, ‘who pozzed me?’. Yes, you will remember me for a very long time.” This boy, however, had sought my special gift for a very long time, and would certainly remember how I, in having my way with his ass, had changed the course of his life. Even more clear, when I had done the evil deed, I was taking him to be tattooed. We had the design ready, all we needed was the result. The poz result. HIV+. The big bad love bug. I slammed by raw cock deep into him. He almost lost his footing, it certainly took his breath away. Right in to the balls. I could sense his heart beating fast, and also feel his ass clamp down on my dick. Yeah, he knew what he wanted, and I would make sure this time he was going to get it, by fair means or foul, depending on one’s perspective. Neither of us was going to last long at this rate. I slammed my toxic dick deep in and out, my balls truly banging his ass. I was going to give this bottom his first unrubbered poz load, which iswhat I did in shooting a bigger load into his hole than I ever recall having shot into any other bottom. I fucking thought I might lose consciousness as a consequence of the orgasm. It was that hard. Without touching his dick he came at the same time, of course blowing his load all over the floor. I held his ass cheeks together as I pulled out, wanting to keep my toxic seed in the boy’s neg ass. Turns out, my dick was covered in his blood. I had obviously done some damage. I presented myself for him to clean. Initially he baulked, but a swift knee to the gut told him that was an error. He licked my cock, and on the first go-around his tongue was covered in shit and blood. That was more like it. I told him he could go and lay on the bed, that I would be in shortly. I retrieved a little something from my shirt pocket, went into the bathroom, locked the door and sat on the commode. Using a hand towel, I tied off my arm and took out the insulin syringe I had carried into the bathroom. I found the vein as they do at the clinic, and pulled out 50ml of blood. Good healthy toxic blood. I pulled the needle out, capped the tip, wiping my arm with some toilet roll. Then I went out to find him. He wasn’t expecting this so I told him to close his eyes, explaining I had a surprise for him. He lay on the bed, looking so sweet, eyes closed and in a post-fucked euphoria. I remarked he looked cute, but he was to keep his eyes shut. Boy, was he gonna get it. Uncapping the needle I walked over to him, picked up his hand and played with it, syringe in my mouth. I felt-up his arm and found his vein. BINGO! I took the syringe in my right hand and slid it straight in. Yeah, he jumped but it was too late. He opened his eyes and had a look of horror on his face. There in his arm was a needle full of toxic blood and he knew it. There was no turning back. He asked me why, I told him it was the best way. He looked at me and grinned and said “I’m glad, can I do the honours?” I replied "Feel free, press the plunger and change your life forever.” He looked at me, and, placing his fingers on mine, we jointly pushed down the plunger on the syringe. Soon enough, all my toxic blood was in him. There was no doubt. He was now my bugboi. Time to book the tattooist.

All I hear from Jess is he wants to go off meds and PNP. From day one when he moved here, I said he would be on PrEP, but I know what he is going through as it was the same for me. Jess has been locked in chastity for seven months and has been as a cumdump. Thad says we should release him from chastity and let him fuck some holes. I went through school paying my tuition and other bills by being a Gay escort. The best money is by being a Top as I did that 90% of the time, even tho I love to bottom. When I graduated school and had a full-time job, I stop posting adds but I kept a list of customers of who was great to be with, I still see the great ones as I paying my brother bills as he lives with us. I have this customer Hank who is a bottom and pays very well, so I'm going to pimp out my brother for a 3-hour session with Hank. My brother gets to fuck and make a little money as I'm going to take 75% of what Jess is going to make. What I can't believe is I'm pimping out my brother for money. When we take Jess out of the cage and in a few minutes, he is hard as I give Jess the address and time to meet Hank. Jess is to give me a call when he arrives there and when he is leaving. I get the first call but after 3 1/2 hours no call. I know Hank since I turned 18 and he has always been reliable. 8-hours later I get a call from Jess that he is ok and Hank wanted him to stay longer. I look into my account I see the extra money Hank spent then he gives me a call. Hank says my brother dump six loads in his and the first one he thought Jess was pissing in him until he reaches back and sees it was cum. Jess walks in the door like he was working on the farm back home for 12 hours, exhausted he takes a shower and falls into bed. In the morning he is all bouncy and happy, and I can see through his briefs he has a hardon. I ask how he feels, and Jess says a little sore but happy. When he asks for the money, and he sees I'm taking 75% Jess asks why. Well, Hank is my customer and do you want to pay your bills? Jess laughs and says NO so be happy with what you have. We are still talking about going off meds, and PNP and Thad as he is going to PNP someplace sooner or later and that can be very dangerous to do. So let us do it as we know what to do as safe as you can do when you PNP. I say to Jess you have two choices, but you can only do one. You go off meds, and you have an excellent chance of you becoming POZ or you can PNP with poppers, Meth and GHB. I tell Jess I don't the answer now but by the end of the week. Jess is not happy as he is put back in chastity for now.

I had to wait until I was 17! Fuck, I had been wanting to suck cock for years before that but never had the chance. Finally got into a porn arcade when I was 17, got sucked and sucked my first dick as well. I drove back to my parents' house with a smille on my face and that awesome taste of sperm in my mouth.

Part of the joy of AIDS is to feel it change you. On one hand you have this power like a God because you can change a person's life with your cum but on the other hand you're a slave to this alien virus that's now part of you. You can feel the ultimate destruction and pleasure as you have complete freedom to release your inner darkest desires and have the type of sex that would make a Treasure Island Media pig blush but it's not enough. It's never enough. You need to go deeper and more twisted. You now know that you can't have pleasure without pain. The best apples are always the ones out of reach and now AIDS have given you a ladder to reach everyone. Why do I Stealth? Because a cute innocent neg lad has so much potential and I love being part of that destruction and seeing evil take hold of them. Sorry willing sluts but sometimes I love seeing the fight from a guy as he battles his conscious but ultimately sleaze always wins.

I do understand the desire of a poz guy wanting to pass it along. But, I don't understand the stealthing aspect. As I've said in other posts, wouldn't it be more fun to have a neg guy knowingly and willingly taking yourHVL?

I live in Kansas City. Have all my life. Traveled a little. I'm 44, will be 45 soon. Got married very young. And divorced just as quickly. Going through my first divorce, I was lonely. No friends. Very little contact with people. Depressed. I went driving downtown komo, looking for a hooker. Tons of them at the time, in the early 90's. I found one, but nothing happened. I was trying to get back home, it was late, dark. Very little traffic at that time, and downtown was not as booming as it is today. I was in a little 80's honda accord. A white guy with a black pick up truck, and mustache pulls up next to me. I asked him for directions. He must not of heard me very well, because he pulled over. I got out and went to his window, and asked him how to get back to the highway. He said he could show me, but wanted to show me a sight first. Young (18) and naive, I followed him to behind a building, with a gorgeous view of the lights and city. I came over to his truck and told him it was gorgeous. He asked what I was doing downtown so late, and I told him I was lonely. Without missing a beat, he grabbed his crotch and I noticed an huge, thick bulge. My eyes got wide and he must've liked that because he undid his belt, unzipped his pants, started waving his thick cock, and said "Suck it!". Now....I had never considered myself gay. I had never even seen another man's sick, outside of a few pornos and mags. So, I don't know why I did, but I got down on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. He lit his hands on the back of my head, and started getting very, very hard. And I liked it. I had mixed feelings, because I actually LOVED it. It felt perfectly natural to me, and tasted very good..I was always told that it was perverse for two men to do sexual things together. Then why did this feel so....right? I ducked his cock, kicked it, ducked it some more, took my cues from him, and the porno videos I had seen women doing to cocks. Soon he was rock hard, and eventually he pulled back and spilled his cum all over my tongue, face, and lips. I savored the cum. It was a taste I had never tasted before. One I would absolutely grow to love and to cherish. He said thanks, walked back to his truck, got Knox and took off. I went home thinking about that, and over 25 years later, and 100's of cocks ducked and fucked, still do. We all think about our first. Mine was an anonymous, late night encounter with a man probably more than twice my age. But it was Ohhhhh so good, and the start of something wonderful..

i was about a month ago at a pool party during leather prode. I was in th egarden area of the resort and three guys took turns fuking me while guys gathered around to watch. Then they started pissing on me while waiting their turn to fuck me some more and i was covered inpiss and cum by the end...it was a total animal high to be covered in so much male scent and from multiple guys.

Same as my first fuck, Rego Park, NY...I was 17....he told me I was a natural born cocksucker! Swallowed every last drop!

fuckin hot, that's what I expect from my bottoms while I poz fuck them

My thoughts too. I love taking loads in my hole which is why I bareback and if your bf has done his research he'll know that undetectable loads are the safest. It could be that he wants to go on PrEP as an additional safeguard. If he wanted to convert I don't see why he'd mention going on PrEP, I think he'd just let you carry on fucking him as you do. At four months it's still a young relationship so I wouldn't put any pressure on him to convert, in fact it could frighten him off. Take it slowly, let the relationship deepen then decide if it's the right thing for you both.

Speaking as someone presumably negative who has been having lots of fun sex with undetectable guys, I would be surprised if he was interested in becoming positive. Wanting to be on PrEP suggests to me an active disinterest in getting HIV on his part.

Whether I'm topping or bottoming, I love interracial sex. The passion is always intense, and I am always satisfied.

I like both ways, and am happy to provide either the big white cock or the tight white hole. Stereotypes aside, I have topped more with black guys than I have been topped.

I was an executive who looked and acted the part, so few if any, knew about my sexuality or that I got off on pozzing someone once in a while. I was in my thirties, clean cut, worked out three times a week at the gym, and had progressed up the corporate ladder from a cubicle to my own office. As I was a total top, and had never done drugs, neither my doctor nor I could readily figure out how I got the bug. Of course my doctor gave me the whole spiel about safe sex so I wouldn't poz anyone else, but I could tell he himself liked to poz guys one occasion, just for the added sexual thrill that enhanced how great his dick felt when he ejaculated into a neg hole and knocked it up with his toxic sperm. I found myself fantasizing about pozzing some of the assholes at the company, but knew there were few if any gay or bi bottoms, or, for that matter, any versatile guys who worked there who wanted to fuck around with me, let alone who wanted to be pozzed. My opportunity came a few months later via a smart-ass punk in the mail room. I first encountered him a couple of months after he had been hired. The punk was a snobby 21 year old who thought he was better than others and was rude to those he thought beneath him including the janitors, maintenance men and other, mostly blue collar workers. I took offence partly because Ron the janitor and Joe, the fat maintenance man, were my friends, not to mention they too were respectively bi and gay. They were about 50 years of age, and both were also poz. Ron had fucked Joe and pozzed him, but Joe was still fat and flabby. They were good pieces of ass and sucked great cock. We discussed the mail boy, and agreed he needed some punishment. He was nice enough to me so I decided I would seduce him and hopefully pump my seed into him on behalf of my buddies. I became friendly with the punk, whose name was Bobby. He initially said he was straight with a fiancée, but a friend of mine mentioned he had seen Bobby on more than one occasion at one or another gay bar, as well as having seen him at Pride Fest. Another acquaintance mentioned he had seen Bobby sucking off a good-sized black man (who looked like a pimp) in an alley. I use the information on Bobby, and finally he admitted to being bi-sexual. I then asked him if he liked older men and he replied "Someone your age is okay, but not ugly old geezers like Ron and Joe." I flattered him with bullshit and then asked him what sex he liked. He freely answered, saying he was versatile and liked to bottom for men larger than himself. I fit the bill, being a full six feet tall and about 200 to his 5' 10" and 170. My dick was just a bit longer than the average six-incher, but thickened just past the head so it felt like an eight or nine-incher in girth to most assholes I fucked. I persuaded him to suck me off during lunch which he did in a stall of an out of the way mens room. He was a surprisingly good cocksucker who readily swallowed my seed, which, of course, I hadn't told him was toxic. Still I knew there was little chance I would poz him if he was only giving me a blow job, but even so I let him suck my cock at least once or twice a week, just for the good feeling of establishing myself as the man and him as the punk. Oh, I guess I also enjoyed using his mouth as a convenient receptacle to get my rocks off in. After a few weeks I let it slip that I wouldn't mind fucking his ass, but I added "But only if you're neg." He replied "I guarded my ass well 'cause I don't want to be pozzed." "I always use rubbers when fucking a guy" I commented, but neglected to tell him I was poz, and he didn't ask me as to my status, so I assumed he took that my healthy clean-cut looks to mean I was neg. Anyhow, we made a date and a week later, after work, we met-up. I called a cab and took him to a cheap hourly motel where, once inside the room we hugged and kissed as we had a couple of times before when he sucked me off. We stripped and hugged and kissed some more. I then had him suck my dick to full hardness, leaving it wet with his spit. I produced a condom, opened it and began to put it on while he climbed onto the bed, laying on his stomach. While he was making himself comfortable I slipped off the condom, added a little lube to his spit on my hard dick and mounted him, telling him "I'm going to enter you now. Relax your ass and kind of push out like you're about to take a shit and it'll go in easier with less pain." "Okay," he replied. I lined-up my dick to his hole, adjusted my position and pushed the head in. Of course he flinched a little. I then shoved it in another inch or two so the thicker part of my shaft entered and stretched his anal ring. He flinched and yelped and I held my position while he got used to it. I wanted to have both pleasure for my penis and put pain to the punk, but I didn't want him to scream bloody murder so the whole neighborhood could hear. After a minute, (which seemed much longer), I drove it home right up his ass. He yelped and whined from the pain of my swift penetration. I lay on his back to keep him pinned down, as well as to get him used to my cock, even though I generally prefer to start right in pounding the assholes to rip 'em up inside, but with tighter holes I didn't need to work hard to tear them up, and honestly I was enjoying the sensation of his snug ass wrapped around my weapon. I flexed my dick in him a few times, enjoying his reaction, especially how my dick stretched his already stretched-out hole. I thought about a black friend's nine or ten-inch cock, and found myself initially moving slightly in and out, but gradually lengthening my stroke and speed. I varied my approach, but avoided working myself up to orgasm because I wanted to split his rectal tissues as much as possible, certainly until I figured enough blood was flowing to ensure easy passage of my virus into his bloodstream. I had fucked a neg size queen who hadn't been fucked in a couple of weeks. The queen's hole had been as loose as a woman's vagina, was a lousy fuck and failed to sero-convert. Three months later the queen still tested neg, but I was determined to convert Bobby, who was definitely in pain. After all, he had mentioned he got fucked maybe once a month or less, usually by men with small to average dicks. I pulled almost all of my dick out of Bobby to check it, and in the process saw just a trace of pink so I rammed a series of hip-snaps in order to rip his rectum some more and checked my dick again. It was covered with a better layer of pink so I began piston-thrusting in him, grinning to myself as I pounded away. I felt good. My dick felt good, almost like a piston in a cylinder, as I took pleasure in fucking Bobby. Knowing how he would suffer added to my thrill. Knowing that many younger guys weren't as diligent about taking their meds as we older men are, and thinking of how he'd decline in health and suffer in years to come, mostly from the result of my mighty meat pumping my life-changing virus-filled cum into him. I fucked him faster, taking full strokes, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass. I was closing in for the kill, getting ready to fill him with my HIV. The thought excited me more as I fucked him. I got close and then slowed my pace a bit. I had discovered that slowing as I reached orgasm enabled me to shoot more cum for a few more seconds which also felt great not to mention how even better my dick felt ejaculating. I adjusted my pace, got closer and felt my nuts draw up and my cum begin its journey from them through my dick, into his ass and into his bloodstream. My penis erupted in pure pleasure, shooting spurt after spurt into him. I held it still a moment as half a dozen spurts filled him and then resumed thrusting in a series of hip-snapping thrusts to pump the rest of my load up his ass and mash my virus-carrying sperms through the fissures in his anal walls created by my early-on thrusts and into his bloodstream. My dick felt absolutely fantastic flooding him with my potentially deadly disease. I rested on his back, my thick dick still buried balls-deep in his sore ass. I felt good and could feel the naive punk massaging my dick with his ass muscles milking my cum out of my dick into him. I thrust a few times more to further force my virus-laden sperms and semen into his rectal walls and bloodstream. The afterfuck was nice especially because I was doing my best to infect him. I took a nap on his back with the intention of reloading and adding a second load of virus to further make sure I infected him. Over half an hour passed and my dick was till nominally hard so I began with short strokes while thinking of him years later suffering in some hospice or in an alley looking like discarded trash. Soon my dick was rock hard again, but this time I didn't need to work his rectum; I had only to fuck him and enjoy getting my second load of HIV off in his ass. I fucked him for about ten minutes and had a great feeling second orgasm in his wrecked rectum, my penis pulsing with pleasure with each spurt of infected cum I shot off in him. I thrust slowly while shooting and then rammed a series of hip-snaps to finish the job. Again I rested and felt a warm feeling of having enjoyed using him for my pleasure while fucking-up his future which furthered my pleasure. About twenty-five minutes later I pulled my softening dick out. It was coated with a nice pink mixture of cum and blood. Grinning, I told him to get up and suck it clean. He was a bit shocked at seeing my dick but I asked him what the dick of the man who broke his ass cherry looked like. He said it looked similar and finally got on his knees and sucked my dick clean. After he finished sucking my dick clean I told him to kiss it and my balls. He respectfully did. I flirted with the idea of ordering him to swallow my load of piss, but decided I'd cross that bridge in an underground sex club later on. The most important part of the day was that I had a most enjoyable time infecting him by fucking him and getting my virus-laden rocks off in his ass, just to fuck him up. Things went on normally at work although we did notice how he walked due to the pain my thick dick and my good hard thrusts had put to his ass. "Looks like some man had a good time." someone said as a queue of us left the mail room after work a couple of days later. I had to keep from grinning and swelling with manly pride and then had to go to the men's room to relieve my hard on, that began bulging my pants. I would have liked to wait for Bobby to get off so I could at least use his mouth but he was too busy and there were no other bottoms to take care of my needs. I was about to go into a stall and whack off into the john when Ron came in to clean the restroom. Hearing him push his cart through the door I looked over the stall door to make sure it was him and came out showing my hard dick. "Hi Jerry. You do it?" he asked. "Sure did. Did you seen him in the mail room?" "Yeah. He looked like he took a bus up there," Jerry chuckled. We hugged and kissed and then he asked me to slide my meat in his ass. We went into the large handicapped stall where he sucked on my dick. We dropped our pants and he bent-over while I greased up my loggerhead, and positioned myself at his ass. Ron was in good shape, although on the skinny side, but he was always skinny unlike Joe who weighed almost a hundred lbs. more than did Ron. I entered Ron, hilted myself in him and fucked him. He was a good fuck and I relished the opportunity to fuck him, as I knew Ron saw himself as a lowly peon, who was fortunate to be fucked by a high-status. I fucked him for about ten minutes and then blew a good load up his ass. It occurred to me the orgasm was especially good, given that I blew my load into an ass that was the same HIV status as my dick. I fucked him until I stopped cumming, pulled out and let him suck my dick clean. Unlike most assholes he willingly drank my piss before sucking off of my dick, leaving it clean and dry. Then Ron kissed my cock and my balls, we pulled up our pants, hugged but didn't kiss, but thanked each other. Then I left, my needs for the afternoon satiated. Almost a month later Bobby called in sick saying he had a bad flu and that he felt like he'd been beat-up in an alley. Upon hearing about him my dick hardened in my pants. Fortunately I was in my office at the time seated at my desk, so no one could tell I had an erection. During break time I found Joe who was happy to suck me off. He always gave me good head and I enjoyed an excellent orgasm in his mouth thinking of how Bobby was feeling worse than shit. As had Ron, after he swallowed my load, Joe respectfully drank my piss, and kissed my cock and balls before I pulled my pants back up. Bobby returned to work a month later but only because they hadn't yet hired a replacement. He looked beat and when we were alone, he said that he likely had HIV, but that he would wait three months before he was tested. I felt he was fit enough to resume sucking me off a few weeks later and persuaded him to get on his knees and get his lips wrapped around my dick and get busy sucking me off. He worked there a couple more years, was on meds and apparently never realized I had pozzed him. As I predicted to myself, over the next two decades Bobby was a bit careless about his meds and his health deteriorated so he ended up on welfare in a group home. I, on the other hand, had stuck with my regimen, and had taken care of myself, so I was in good health. Over the years I had several promotions and then retired on a nice pension with benefits. I had pozzed a few more neg guys. Each occasion gave my penis perfect pleasure with each spurt of my poz jizz in the guy's negative hole. Some were bug-chasers, some didn't care, and some I stealthed. If I may say so, even at fifty I looked great so the guys were clueless as to my status and many bug-chasers thought I was neg. Ron and Joe were as diligent as I was but Joe did lose some of his weight so he was about 200 when I last fucked him. I was also able to line-up a few bug-chasers for them to knock-up. Watching those two hard working men enjoy the pleasure of fucking and knocking-up young neg and some old neg holes was a turn on. We also joined a team of fellow poz tops to gangbang bug-chasers a few times.