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Asleep and Taking Loads My boy and I have been coming up with some fun risky scenarios to play out getting him more comfortable taking raw POZ cock. It totally turns both of us on. Over the past few months, I’ve shared his holes with a few guys, mostly buddies, mostly NEG or POZ and medicated. He suggested lining up a few NEG guys online to come over for some group fun and pretend to be drugged up and knocked out. He figured I’d be there to keep things from getting out of hand, so where’s the real harm, right? He told me that he’d start to moan or ‘wake up’ if he’d had too much and wanted to stop. Plus, I’d get to watch these strangers breed my boy and then fuck their cum into his ass. What could go wrong? My boy decided that Saturday night would be our best bet to get a lot of guys. I placed an ad with a few naked pictures showing his hole full of cock, one of it freshly bred and leaking seed, letting guys know he was serious: GUY TAKING NEG LOADS WHILE PASSED OUT. FUN STARTS AT MIDNIGHT THIS SATURDAY. SEND PICS AND STATS FOR ADDRESS. Within the next two days, I’d had about ten replies. Most were from NEG guys who loved the idea. One was from someone POZ saying how risky it was just to trust people. He went on to say that some POZ guys might just say they were NEG and join the scene anyway. He included a pic of his muscular back with a big biohazard tattoo and a really nice, slightly saggy ass. I knew he was right, but sent the address and instructions to come on in to the rest of the NEG guys who I wanted to see raw top my sleepy boy. Saturday afternoon we had an early light lunch and I got the house ready while my boy lounged in the tub and took his time really deep cleaning. We put the bed in the middle of the room and stripped it of our normal sheets with a black rubber mattress cover in their place. My boy took a few hits of poppers and laid down as I ate his hole. Around 11:45, I heard the front door open and two or three voices chatting as they came up the stairs. My boy winked at me and closed his eyes. Three guys came in and stripped their clothes off as I fingered my boys ass, saying that he was out cold, and they could have their way with him. One guy shoved his cock down my boy’s throat. Another one lined up and spit on his dick before shoving it into my boy. My slutty boy must have been really struggling to not groan or moan on those cocks. The third guy, a real frat boy, seemed to be having a hard time getting it up, so I knealt down suck his cock until it was ready to breed my boy. While I was gobbling the frat boy’s cock, a fourth guy showed up, big muscle guy. I remembered his thick tool from his pics. He stipped off his shorts and winked at me while I went back to sucking the frat boy off. The first two men came, one shooting his load all over my ‘sleeping’ boy’s face and hair. The first top shot his load deep into my boy. When he pulled out there was a white river leaking out. I smeared some cum out of my boy’s bangs onto my cock and pushed their cum into him. I fucked my boy for a few minutes. The first two guys were naked and jerking each other off while the frat boy watched and slapped his thickening dick on my boy’s slack mouth. The muscle guy tapped my ass and told me he was ready for his turn. He was rock hard and truly thick, naked from the waist down, his frame peeking out of a black tanktop. I knew my boy must have been struggling to take it all so fast, even though he was well-lubed and pretty open. I watched from behind as he forced inside my boy, his broad shoulders flexing under that shirt. My boy remained totally silent as the guy stabbed his dick balls deep and then went to hammering. When he was about to cum, he shook his head and said, ‘not yet.’ The frat boy was finally fully hard and slid on into my silent boy. I needed a piss really bad, and the first top told me he was thirsty. ‘Not here,’ I said, and pointed to the bathroom. The guy got in the shower and I pissed into his mouth. He swallowed every drop. We were only out of the bedroom for a minute or two when the frat boy shouted that he was going to cum, and we raced back in to watch him hammer his load into my ‘passed-out’ boy’s hungry hole. The muscle guy was next to my boy’s shoulder with his back to us, tapping a spot on his arm. He jerked his cock as the frat boy came then took his place, not waiting for me to have a turn. The guy grunted and growled as he pummeled my boy’s raw ass but my boy never made a sound. As he force fucked my boy, I watched as his ass flapped around and realized where I’d seen it before. I wasn’t at all surprised when his shirt crept high enough that I could see the points of his biohazard tattoo peeking out, but I was too horny to do anything to stop it. I knew this POZ stranger was about to breed my boy, just like he warned me he would. The muscle stud roared as he filled my boy up. ‘I’m breeding you, boy, filling you up with POZ cum! You like that?’ he asked. The three NEG guys sort of freaked out and made a quick exit, grabbing their clothes as they left. I stood there shocked, but fully hard and about to shoot my load. Still inside my boy, the guy leaned forward, ‘You like this game boy? Want me to call my toxic friends over and share your hole with them? You want me to stop?’ My boy didn’t reply. I knew he wanted to eventually take POZ cum, and was waiting for a sign that it was time to call it a night. I rubbed my boy’s face and tried to ask him if he wanted more, but he just drooled. I was a little freaked out. The POZ muscle top went over to his phone and clicked around. He held the screen towards me and I saw a conversation on it: Person 1: Hey boy. Nice profile. You take raw POZ cock? Person 2: I want to… I have this fantasy. Person 1: Yeah? What’s that? Person 2: I convince my man to host a NEG-only party and pretend to be passed out. But, I get a POZ guy to come over and actually give me something so I pass out and can’t stop him from breeding me. Person 1: Yeah, boy? I could do that for you. I have connections… and maybe some POZ buddies who might be into joining… Person 2: Cool Keep your eyes peeled for an ad. That’ll be us. In case my man doesn’t send you the address, here it is: ********** Person 1: Cool. You really want me to mess you up and knock you out? Person 2: Yes, please. The POZ stud took his phone back and grabbed my hips. He guided my cock into my boy’s puffy cummy hole. ‘You like this scene?’ ‘Yeah,’ I replied. 'Breed him. Mix your seed with mine inside him. He wants this.’ He rocked my hips forwards and backwards faster and faster until I shot my load into my boy, pushing that POZ and those NEG loads deeper inside him. The stud licked his lips as I pulled out and spread my boy’s cheeks. He sucked out as much cum as he could until it was smeared all over his mouth. ‘Clean me!,’ he ordered. I licked all over his mouth as he jammed his fingers in and out of my boy. ‘Good thing you’re into this. My buddies are already on their way over…’

So this is a true story which happened recently. I had a few days off work and decided a dirty weekend was on order, so off I went to Blackpool. I just didn’t bargain on how dirty it was going to be. Now your thinking, why Blackpool? Well its easy to get to from where I live, accommodation & beer is cheap and it has a diverse & filthy gay scene, so perfect for a cum whore like me. I arrived around 6pm on a Saturday, checked into my simple but adequate hotel and hit the town. My first port of call was trades hotel. If you don’t know the place, trades is a somewhat unique enterprise for this part of the world. Its a combined hotel, bar & cruise club, so you can stay here, drink here and be fucked here. After buying a beer I headed into the dark room to receive my first load of the trip. I felt my way around to the small recess. There was a few guys trawling around but what caught my attention was the beefy guy being serviced by an older chap. The old guy fucked off when I turned up so I got to work on this lad’s 7-inch, meaty cock. I pulled down my trousers, exposing my jockstrap and lubed up hole. As I was sucking on his tool, I felt fingers probe my hairy fuck-hole so I knew he was a top. I leaned on the leather recess to give him access to my man cunt. In rammed his cock, balls deep, which made me wince. I soon got used to his impressive cock as my sphincters relaxed. Beefy top obviously liked to take his time as he took a good 15 minutes to build up to a climax. He explored every inch of my silky man cunt in his pursuit of orgasm. I heard his breathing shorten before he let out a grunt, and I felt his cock spasm, coating my innards in cum. As his cock slowly pulled out, I felt some of his cum dribble out. As I was exiting the dark-room he told me “I’ll breed your arse again later! I had been bred for the first time tonight. After finishing a couple of beers, it was close to 11pm and time to head to growlr club. Growlr is a men only cruise club above man bar. Its only open on a Friday and Saturday night. The staff are very friendly and the beer cheap. After stowing my clothes in a locker and buying a beer I explored the cruise maze. I came across a very tall, muscular young lad who obviously liked bears. He had a good 8 inch cock on him and was hard as a rock. We kissed passionately and I sucked him for 5 minutes. This attracted some attention, including an older bloke with a lovely, thick cock on him. The young lad wasn’t ready to cum yet so left, to which the older gentleman stepped in. I leaned on the bench to give him access to my arse. He wasted no time in ramming his impressive cock into my cum hungry hole. Now this chap was no looker, but man what an impressive top. This was the first of 2 breedings he gave me over the night. He plowed into my hole with the vigour of a man 20 years younger. He repeatedly rammed his cock into my already cum coated arse, exploring every inch which was ecstasy to me. He certainly had stamina this chap as he fucked me for a good 20 minutes. During this time, I could feel people touching me, feeling the bare cock enter my bare arse, wanking beside this impressive top. The older top seemed to like being watched as he quickly came in my arse, adding a second load to what was already up there. When he pulled out, his cock was immediately replaced by another. I like nothing more than being the centre of a tag team cum dump. Other lads were trying to get some cock, but all the attention seemed be on me. I know what it’s like when I top, I want to fuck the bottom getting all the loads, and on this occasion, that was me. I took another 3 loads over 20 minutes before the group dispersed. Each cock was different in size and shape, but they all deposited their loads in me. My arse was dripping with cum by this point. So load number 6 was the elderly, well endowed gentleman again. A couple of hours had passed and I was well oiled with beer (and cum) at this stage. But man, he was hard as a rock again and took my arse with the same frenzy as before. He added more cum to my already full arse, which leaked out slowly as I wandered back to the bar. I had one final beer before leaving as it was quietening down now. Before I left, I spotted my elderly friend beside me. He gave me a knowing smile and I heard him say to his friend “I could fuck that arse all night” as I headed to the door. There’s nothing like that to boost ones ego. My night wasn’t finished however. The great thing about trades is that the beer and cruising keeps going. Infact, if you stay the night, you can be fucked the night long if you prop your door open. I bought another beer and wandered into the dark room, my friend from earlier (top no. 1) followed me. He fucked me much like he did earlier, long and slow. It felt awesome feeling his cock in me again. After about 10 minutes he dumped the 7th load into my cummy hole, slapping my arse as he pulled his cock out. I could tell he enjoyed himself. Now by this time I was dying to fuck some arse myself. I decided to take myself around the rather grotty rooms to see if any doors were open and an arse on display. As I climbed the stairs, an older silver bear gave me the eye, indicating I should follow. We ended up at the end of a corridor where there was a shower. We both went in and he closed the door. This handome daddy bear was another top! When I dropped my pants, he fingered my cummy hole, turned me around and pushed in his bare cock. He fucked me relentlessly, but there was no space and it was awkward. I asked him if he would prefer to fuck me on the sling. He smiled and said “yes”. We went back downstairs, where the sling resides outside the dark room. I got naked and jumped on. Daddy bear took no time to ram in his cock. He fucked me with a whole new intensity, obviously a power top. He was relentless, thrusting balls deep with me swinging back on the sling. I’d had so much sex by this point, I just needed to cum. I love to wank myself off as I’m fucked bareback on a sling. I couldn’t contain my orgasm any longer. I was making increasingly frequent grunting noises, making it obvious I was reaching climax. Daddy bear grunted loudly as he unloaded the 8th load into my hole, and I simultaneosly blew string after string of cum over my cock, balls and chest. I was spent. I wandered back to my hotel and fell into bed, not waking until the next afternoon. Now most times, I wouldn’t be up for more sex, but I was on holiday, so I visited one of the sauna’s after having some lunch. Blackpool has 2 sauna’s, but I like “wet”. It’s immaculately clean, has friendly chaps to let you in and is very reasonably priced. I got ready, had a quick steam, then headed upstairs to the maze area. I noticed an older smooth chap stroking his meaty 6 inch cock as he watched some porn. I sucked him for 5 minutes, but he was fixated on the porn so I let him be. This sauna has a sling, so I made myself comfortable and waited. It wasn’t long before a more mature gent stopped and fingered my lubed-up hole. He obviously liked what he felt as he got behind and shoved in his 7-inch bare cock. Wow, this was awesome, I wasn’t expecting to get cock so soon. He took it long and slow, slowly building up to orgasm. He let out a satisfied moan as he came in my arse, and I felt the familiar sensation of cum dribbling from my man cunt. This was my 9th load of the weekend. Load number 10 came from a handsome, thin, swimmer type of about the same age as me, late 40’s. We went into a cubicle and kissed. I love anonymous loads, but I also love a good snogging session, and man, he was a good kisser. We made out for the next quarter hour or so before he felt my cummy hole, dribbling cum. He took no time at all to push in his slender, but very long cock. I love how all cocks are different, long thin ones amongst my favourite. His cock reached areas of my hole not explored for a while. He came after 10 minutes of thrusting, coating my innards yet again. We finished with some post-coital cuddles. You’d think 10 loads would be enough wouldn’t you, but I’m a hungry cum whore so I wanted some more. I wandered back to the porn room, and the older gent was still there, rubbing his cock, watching the screen. I approached him and he started feeling me up, reaching for my cummy hole. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me, to which he jumped over, giving me room on the bench. I bent over doggy style, and he took no time to get behind my arse and shove in his thick 6-incher. I think he was edging himself when watching porn as it was only a couple of minutes of thrusting before he came. I felt that familiar wetness dribble from my arse and I left the sauna a very satisfied man. My 12th and final load occurred in Manchester. I caught the train over on the Monday, checked into my hotel and had a wander around the canal district. I returned to my hotel, got ready and headed to one of the sauna’s in the city. The basement is a maze of a place but it wasn’t very busy being a Monday. Never mind, I had time to kill and I love cruising. After a couple of hours, I parked myself on a bench, arse lubed and on show. Several chaps passed me but no takers. I was almost falling asleep when I felt a finger probe my hole ~ bingo I thought. But then he abruptly left, to which I felt deflated. I remained in the same position, and I was almost leaving when behind me I sensed my companion was back, and he wasn’t leaving until he had bred some ass. In went this 8-inch cock, it felt amazing. He obviously liked my hairy cum hole as he fucked me for the next 5 minutes. I felt his contractions with my sphincter as he shot stream after stream of cum up my arse. God, he was a big cummer! As soon as his cock departed my arse, the cum was dripping out of my arse. I was dripping his cum into my pants as I walked back to my hotel. I had a huge wet patch in my jeans, but I didn’t care. It felt awesome. I quite like Manchester, but not as much as Blackpool!

I'm buzzed tonight. I think I could be bottom pig for a whole room of fuckers in. Lol. Damn I shouldn't drink...least when im alone.

True story from Dec. 23rd holiday party. My partner Shane and I went to a friend’s holiday party. It’s a semi-annual event, and always one of the best parties of the year. This year there were around 70 guys attending. There was a small catering team handling the food and bar. My favorite was the blonde waiter; when we chatted, he shared he was a senior in a nursing program and was thinking about PA school next year. The bartender was a muscular guy, shaved head, in his late 30s or early 40s; he was pouring the drinks pretty heavy. I chatted briefly with another waiter, this one a bit shy with dark, thick hair and glasses who was also finishing college, and looking a bit overwhelmed by all the men. There was a really mishmash of guests, ranging from late 20s through early 60s, with the majority in their 40s and 50s. A good cross-section of fit and outgoing gentlemen. I knew about half of the guys from other social events, and a few from prior seasons in Ptown. A few close friends were attending, and I was mingling throughout the night. Shane and I crossed paths now and agin in the house — a 3600 sq. Ft. Home built along the edge of conservation land, so it was nice and private. There was a constant level of flirting and sexual energy in the group; not ususual for one of these parties. Men were casually chatting, rubbing one another’s chest, and breaking the touch-barrier by laying a hand on someone new’s shoulder or around their waist. The buzz in the house was lively as guys moved from room to room, and occasionally out to the chillly patio, during the evening. Around 10 p.m. some guys began to take their leave. I’d chatted with my friends, made some new acquaintances, and even exchanged a couple nice kisses with some new handsome guys. Shane introduced me to a tall, lean red head named Eric, and I chatted with the handsome ginger for a bit before needing to visit the bartender again. There’d also been a slow migration of some guys to the upper floor, which had a walkway and small seating area that overlooked the living room. Guys were hanging out up there, and then disappearing down the hallway. I wasn’t in a hurry to wander upstairs, and was enjoying the conversations still happening on the main floor. Around 10:45 the main floor was growing pretty thin. The last of my close friends that were still hanging around were saying goodbyes. The main floor was littered with empty food plates, wine glasses, and cups. I peeked into the front living room and saw a guy sitting on the couch with another kneeling at his feet blowing him. In the kitchen, three guys were in a tight embrace exploring one another’s bodies under their winter clothing. I decided to wander upstairs and see what was happening there. The master bedroom was at the end of the upstairs hallway, past several other closed doors. The hall was quiet, and there wasn’t much noise coming from those closed rooms. The master bedroom door was opne, but the room was dark. With about 6 feet left to the hallway, I could begin to hear the happy murmurs of men in the dark. There were about 25 guys in the bedroom, a large space with 2 levels — the lower level had a king size bed in the center of the floor looking out a wall of glass into the woods. Behind the bed was a low wall with steps on either side that went to the upper level. Guys were everywhere. From the upper level, I could see a group of 7 guys active on the bed, with one guy laying spread eagle and another laying on top of him. Two other guys were on all fours at opposite sides of the bed being fucked from behind. Around me were small groups of naked men sucking, and I spied what looked like a metal framework in the corner opposite the hallway. I stripped, tossed my clothes behind a chair, and started to wander the upper level to see who was there and where I might join in. The bedroom was filled with happy moans and groans of men sharing sexual intimacy. There were random bottles of poppers and lube floating around, and I took a quick hit of poppers to get myself going; my dick was already rock hard, my favorite leather cockring hugging it tight at the base. My friend Matthew was laying on a blanket on the floor, holding his legs in the air as someone I hadn’t spoken to tonight started penetrating his hole. Three guys were on their knees in the middle of a group of 6 or 7, hungrily sucking one cock after another. The frame I saw in the corner was for a sling, but the sling was empty at the moment — I didn’t think that would last very long. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness, just a few candles punctuating small areas of the room, and casting most of the bodies as silhouettes until you got up close. I picked up a bottle of poppers and took a second hit as one of the guys kneeling reached out and touched my cock; I slipped it into his mouth and enjoyed a nice blowjob before he moved back to the guy on my right. I wandered down to the lower level by the bed. The sounds here were more intense — skin slapping against skin, and short grunts, moans, and gasps as men were being fucked in the near darkness. I had to get close to make out faces. To my surprise, the adorable blonde waiter was bent over the edge of the bed being fucked by one of the hosts. The host leaned over as I got close, and made out with me while he kept fucking the boy. There was a bottle of lube and some poppers laying nearby on the bed, and I reached underneath to feel the host’s bare cock sliding in and out of the boy’s hole. I stepped around and knelt on the bed, taking a hit of poppers, sharing one with the boy, and pushed my cock into his mouth to spit roast him. I looked at the other pairs fucking on the bed, and realized it was Shane laying spread eagle on one side of the bed with the red head plowing into his hole. I felt the thrill that goes through me when I see Shane being fucked by someone. He was grunting over and over as Eric delivered thrust after thrust, his body weight pressing Shane into the mattress. The muscly bartender was standing at the other edge of the bed, stroking slowly as he watched two other guys fucking near him; he occasionally reached over and touched Eric’s ass and ran his hand up along his spine. I decided to walk up top and see if there was an available ass ready to be fucked. My friend Matthew was now in the sling with a couple guys standing near, but no one stepping up. I quickly lubed my cock, stepped up to Matthew’s waiting hole, and started to push in. He and I smiled to each other for a second, then he took two long hits of poppers knowing what was coming, and then the fuck started. His ass was incredible warm wrapped around my dick, and I felt the smooth skin rubbing against my cock as I pumped in and out of his hole. I fucked him with long strokes, purposely trying to have my balls slap against his ass. He started jacking himself, and I picked up the pace as he starting moaning. I went from long and deep strokes, to a more moderate pace, letting the sling begin to do some of the work as it swung forward and back, pulling his hole away from my cock, and then plunging back to impale him again. Matthew was groaning loudly, which totally turns me on, and I started a power fuck, slamming his ass hard as I pulled back against the chairs holding the sling. Matthew and I locked eyes, him grunting and snarling like someone who loves his ass used hard. My pelvic bone was starting to hurt I was fucking him so hard, pulling back on the chains to bring his hole back to me. Matthew grunted and then asked for a break. I stepped back, and helped him up, his lightly furred chest drenched in sweat, and he was gasping a bit. We stood there making out for a few minutes, then he went downstairs for water. I washed off my cock in the shower (I think that’s always polite after fucking someone’s ass), and wandered back toward the bed. There were at least 10 guys on or around the bed, and the energy had become primal. Shane and the blonde waiter was laying on their backs along the bottom end of the bed, with a third guy on all fours beside them. All three were being fucked. Shane was taking the bartender’s big cock, his moans conveying how hot the fuck was. The blonde was giving it up for a silver fox, and the third was impaled on the host’s cock. This is where everything just begins to become a pagent of smells, sounds, and feelings. I jumped onto the bed, and there were others that followed. The next 40 minutes was a circus of mystery cocks slipping in and out of willing holes as tops moved around the bed regularly, I fucked a cute otter at the edge of the bed while watching Shane take the silver fox in his ass, and another guy push his cock into Shane’s mouth. I was just thinking of breeding the otter when someone came up behind me and pushed into my ass. I became distracted by the mystery cock inside me, and the incredibly warm feeling of the otter’s hole. I thrusted forward to bury myself deep, feeling the dick in my slide out to his head; and then pushed back onto the cock behind me while giving the otter a moment of relief. I was caught up in the amazing slippery feelings on my cock and in my ass. There was a rotation on the bed, and I lost my otter hole only to find the blonde waiter sniffing poppers with his legs spread wide. I didn’t waste time taking that beautiful hole, watching the expressions on his face as I began to pump in and out of him raw. A suddenly loud grunting / growling sound was off to my left, and I could make out (through the tangle of bodies) a bearded guy from Connecticutt pumping his load into Shane’s ass. My poppered up blonde was cradling his knees in his arms, lifting his ass up for my cock. I pounded him, shifting my stance a few times to reach different angles in his hole. He vacillated between low moans and quick whimpers as he took another cock in him. I made out with a guy next to me who then asked for a turn with the blonde. I gave myself a quick respite for some water, then returned to the bed. The redhead Eric was back at Shane’s ass, holding his legs wide while he pumped away at the hungry hole. Shane was moaning, and after a few minutes I heard him ask for Eric’s load. The redhead pumped with determination; I could hear their bodies slapping against one another, and felt it in the bed itself. Finally Eric unloaded into Shane, still pumping away to push his load deep inside. I felt someone fingering my hole, but he was a bit too tentative to keep my attention. Meanwhile, the otter was available again, and he presented his hole to me. I decided this was where I was going to finish for the night. I made out with the handsome otter, letting my hardon tease against his hole for a moment before pushing back inside. We found a quick rhythm and made out while I fucked his ass. I felt the urge building inside me to shoot. I looked up and saw one of the hosts bending Shane over the edge of the bed and positioning his cock to enter my partner. “Are you gonna breed me?” The otter asked. ”Fuck yeah!” I grunted. He looked at me with cocklust in his eyes, and I knew I was going to tag his ass. I let the urge build, my cock aching to release, “OH YEAH~” and I let my cum flood the adorable otter in front of me. He started grunting, and I saw his own cum shoot across his chest and hit his chin. I licked him cum onto my tongue, and pushed it into his own mouth, letting him taste his own cum while mine filled his ass. Our host grunted again and again as he unloaded into Shane’s ass in front of me. I got off the bed with the otter, the two of us walking hand-in-hand, I lead him toward the shower. I slapped the host’s ass, “Nice work” and he smiled back. “I’ve wanted to breed that ass for over a year!” The otter and I showered, then snuggled in one of the other bedrooms for awhile. When I finally got up to collect my clothing and boyfriend, I found him showering with a bearded guy from Boston I’d met before. He had fucked Shane in the sling and given him another load. Shane told me later that he’d been fucked by two guys in the sling, taking both loads. If you enjoyed hearing about Shane’s and my holiday orgy, click the Blue Heart and Upvote, and leave a message.

Picked up a guy off Grindr Sunday night, who described himself as a "thugged out top." He lives in one of the rougher neighborhoods a couple miles from my place. He was the complete package. Tall, slender with a little bit of muscle tone, and sporting a beautiful dark black dick that gets rock hard the minute I put it in my mouth. It's the kind of dick that is perfectly shaped when hard: long, thick and sticking straight out from his pubes. Before we get everything started, he hands me a couple x tabs. I've done x before, no problem. We get down to business. I admit, I was a little afraid he might be a rough fucker... And also kinda hoping he would be. He starts teasing my hole with his beautiful dick head, pushing it in & pulling it out, slowly opening me up for the entire length of his shaft, which he then slowly but deliberately sinks into my cunt and just holds it there. What comes next can only be described as mind blowing. For nearly 8 full hours, thug daddy is in my hole, digging me out and giving me the best dicking I've ever had, all the while mesmerizing me with his deep rough voice. When the x finally kicked in (I'd lost complete track of time by the time it did), a sniff from my poppers turned me into a moaning, begging cock slut needing nothing else but his dick to keep digging me out for all eternity. During a break in the festivities, one of my regular breeders, another black guy, texts to see if I'm up. He loves watching me get fucked, and thug daddy wanted to see me get fucked too, so he comes over. I'm still rolling while I've got both beautiful black dicks in both holes. Eventually my fuck buddy breeds my cunt and thug daddy slides in right after, loving the feeling of the extra nutt in my hole. Buddy leaves, but thug daddy keeps on dicking me down. I probably could have continued fucking for a few more hours, but my knees were starting to give out and I just started begging for his load, which he eventually obliged with me on my back, legs spread wide. The look on his face as he busted was pure ecstacy and a huge turn on. Hopefully I can get him over next weekend for another session. Can't wait!

Just got hit up by a beautiful 25 yo on grindr who was "looking to fuck". Met him at a gas station and climbed in the back of his van. Sucked his half hard cock fully hard, then I turned around and presented my hole to him. Took him about 5 minutes to blow a nice load deep inside me. Told him to hit me up next time he is the area!

I have just moved into a loft downtown. Didn't really realize how many homeless there was. was walking home last night and a younger homeless guy comes up and asked for some money. DIdn't have any, I offered him a bag of donuts I had picked up for morning and out of the blue I offered him a BJ. He stood there for a second and then responded with a "How about I fuck that fat ass of yours". I was speechless. But my heart was racing away and pounding in my chest. He nodded into an alley way and I fallowed. He pulled his jeans down and he had a decent sized Amy be about 8" uncut cock. I kneeled down to suck it and gagged. It wasn't the cleaned cock I've sucked. HE got hard real quick though and I turned and bent over, pulling my shorts down and handing him a small bottle of lube I keep with he. He took me balls deep and just started pounding, holding me bent over the railing. It took him maybe 3 min of pounding and he grunted, bottomed out and I could tell he was shooting in me. I couldn't believe I had done that. Suddenly I could feel myself filling up and I realized he was pissing in my ass. HE pulled out and I barely had time to turn so it all came out into the alley and not my shorts that were down around my knees. He grunted thanks and walked off with the bag of donuts. It's been a LONG time since I've done anything like that. I have no idea what I'm going to do if I walk by him again.

This is the first time I've posted in this section but I've wanted to tell this story for a long time. I've fucked bareback for many years now and have done so at various times in my life even when the safe sex message was really strong and it seemed like condoms were everywhere. I can honestly say I've never actively chased though. I enjoyed fucking and being fucked without a condom and of course I knew that some of the guys who fucked me and deposited their seed in me must be positive - but I didn't ever want to know. It didn't turn me on to know that I was taking a positive load or a negative load - what turned me on was not knowing. When I went home with a load of cum in my arse it was the knowledge that I might have been infected that turned me on the most. I've always been viewed as someone who is considered and measured and someone who makes sound judgements - both at work and in my personal life. When it comes to sex I totally get off on taking risks and always have. This happened a number of years ago when I had travelled up to Scotland to attend a friend's civil partnership ceremony, The ceremony was taking place in a country hotel just outside Glasgow and we were all staying over at the hotel. It was an amazing venue and I was looking forward to seeing all my friends and to enjoying the day. I was also very horny - I had been working hard for a while and had not had much time for play. I have always found weddings and civil partnerships good opportunities to hook up and I was hoping that I would be lucky this time. Although I am more of a top than a bottom, there are times when I just want to be fucked and fucked hard and this was one of them. I knew that only a good, hard bareback fuck would satisfy me. I met up with some of my friends and we had a few drinks before the ceremony. After the ceremony we all had a few more drinks and I was beginning to really enjoy myself. We had some time before the meal and as my eye began to wander round the room I noticed a good looking black guy standing with a group near the bar. He had a really fit body and when I went up to the bar to get some more drinks I couldn't help noticing that he had an even fitter arse. Just then he looked my way and smiled and I quickly looked away. I was fairly sure that he knew I had been checking out his arse and I got the impression that he didn't mind. After the meal I went to the toilet and when I went in there he was standing at the urinal taking a piss. He was standing back from the urinal and checking his phone with one hand while holding what looked like a massive cock in his other hand. He grinned at me as I took my place next to him and began to take a much needed piss. I couldn't help looking at his cock and he was not making any effort to hide it. When we had both finished and washed out hands at the sink he grinned at me. I grinned back and we both left the toilet. As we got outside he introduced himself and asked me if I fancied getting a drink. I had the feeling it was game on..... His name was Darren and as we chatted I found him really easy to get on with and found we had a lot in common. After a while our conversation became a bit more suggestive and then quite explicit and I was getting more and more turned on. He asked me if I was staying over and I said I was. He grinned and then to my disappointment he said it was a pity he wasn't staying over too. It turned out that he had to be back in London for work early the next morning and was flying back down on the last flight of the evening. I was really gutted but then he checked his watch and said we have at least an hour before the evening guests arrive - why don't we spend it having some fun. He had told me he had a partner but he had also made it clear that he was up for it and I had made it equally clear that I wanted him to fuck me. I finished my drink and motioned him to follow me. "Wait." he said. "There's something I have to tell you." I looked at him. "I don't like using condoms." he said. I grinned. "That's ok," I said "Neither do I." He was looking more serious now. "There's something else," he said. "I'm HIV positive." "Oh," I said "And I'm not on any meds." "Oh" I said again. "So you'd be taking a pretty big risk." He looked at me. I had been in this situation before and I knew that I could easily make an excuse and not take this any further but I knew I didn't want to do that. In fact I was even more turned on and I felt like I was going to cum in my pants at the thought of Darren fucking me and and pumping a big load of toxic cum into me. "I don't care." I said He asked me if I was sure and I nodded. I was sure. He grinned and seconds later we were making our way to the lift. The lift was empty and as soon as the doors closed he pulled me towards him and kissed me. I could feel his big cock pressing against me and it was all I could do to stop myself pulling my pants down letting him fuck me right there in the lift. Soon we were in my room and he was standing in front of me. I unzipped his smart trousers and pulled them down along with his smart designer underpants. His cocks was not yet fully hard but already I could see that it was massive. I took it into my mouth and he sighed as I began to suck his cock. I sucked him for a while and them moved down to lick his big balls. Soon we were both naked on the bed and I was down sucking his cock again. I motioned to him to turn over so that I could lick his arse and he knelt up on the bed for me. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue up his hairy arse. I licked him a while and then took his cock into my mouth again. I reached into the pouch of my holdall and took out some lube. "Fuck me!" I said. I knelt up on the bed - lubed and ready for him. I felt the head of his big cock pushing against my hole. " Are you sure you want this?" he asked as he pushed his cock slowly but surely up my arse. "Fuck yeah" I moaned "Do it!" He pushed his cock right up me, gave me a moment to get used to it, and the began to fuck. I was so turned on it was hard to stop myself from cumming as Darren began to fuck me. I can honestly say it was one of the best fucks I had ever had - I had rarely had such a big cock up me and I moaned for him to fuck me harder. He was fucking me hard and fast now and just as I was thinking it couldn't get any better he pulled out and motioned to me to get on my back. I l lay down on my back and raised my legs in the air as he pushed his big cock back up me and began to fuck again. I was urging him on now, moaning for him to fuck me and load me up and I knew he was getting close. As he fucked me I played with his big balls, knowing that they were full of toxic cum and that any minute now he was going to shoot it right into me. I thought back over all the years I had practised safe sex, using condoms on every occasion and never taking any chances. I thought back to how strictly I had been brought up and wondered what my friends who were so concerned about safe sex would say if they could see me on my back with my legs in the air begging for a positive load...... He was getting closer now - his breathing was getting heavier and he was fucking me even harder. "I'm close....." he panted, "Do you want it?" "Fuck yeah," I moaned "Do it....fucking do it" "I'm going to cum in your arse," he moaned "I'm going to do it.......I'm going to fucking poz you!" "Do it!" I moaned again "Fucking do it....Poz me......Knock me up!" I felt his toxic cum pumping into me and at the same moment I shot a massive load of cum all over myself. It felt like neither of us was ever going to stop cumming. When he had pulled out I took his cock into my mouth and licked it clean. I wanted every bit of cum he had to offer. I laid on the bed as Darren got up and as I heard him noisily taking a piss in the toilet I reflected on what I had just done. I knew I had wanted it and I knew I couldn't rule out doing something like this again. I had another drink with Darren and then I joined my friends for the evening. I wondered what they would think if they knew I had a big load of toxic cum in my arse. The thought kept me turned on all evening and after a while I excused myself and went to the toilet. I went into a cubicle and pulled my trousers and pants down. Even though I had cum heavily just a couple of hours before, I wanked myself off to another shattering climax, turned on by the feeling of a big toxic load deep in my arse. I had crossed another line.

Yesterday I bounced out early from the office and hit the local abs. I paid my fee and went back to the peeps. Two guys back there. Nothing going on, so I settled into one of the booths with a glory hole and watched the movie playing and hit up the apps to see who might be online and looking to play. A couple minutes later another man entered the adjacent booth. Wasn't long until he had his cock out and was stroking. Motioned for his cock through the gh, sucked him for a couple minutes then turned around and impaled my ass on his nice long thin cock. He fucked me about 5 minutes then knocked on the wall to signal his impending cum load. Took the load. He zipped up and left. Not 15 seconds later another one of guys stepped into the recently vacated booth and was soon thereafter stroking a thick 7.5 inches with an incredible amount of foreskin. Motioned for his cock and was sucking it and savoring his meaty foreskin. Soon I backed up on it and was pounded hard and deep all the while the plywood wall was shaking and creaking. 10 minutes later he blasted....I could feel his cock as it pulsed his load deep. Zipped up and left his booth. Guy three wasted no time in walking in and just sticking his cock through. I began sucking. He quickly said "I want that ass on my cock". Backed up on it and took load three. Ended with 3 loads in less than 15 minutes!

Spent some time in a bookstore on other side of the state today. Lots of new meat to choose from. I think I sucked about 5 cocks over the lunch hour rush, every one of them feeding me a big load after some aggressive gumming on my part. I was worked up after all the sucking, so I found a hairy faced guy who said I could fuck him raw if I was 'clean'. I told him no worries, and slid my poz cock in balls deep and gave him a nice hard fucking for about 5 minutes before unloading. When I pulled out, I got to see a bit of my cum trickle out on his hairy crack...always sexy. I hope to get back tomorrow and share more of my load with this side of the state.

I was 11 delivering news papers , a guy tipped well asked me to come in while collecting for the weeks delivery. Offered me a cold drink and to suck my cock .... I took both.then he asked to stick it in me. I agreed , I had to suck him first, so I did and have never stopped sucking cock . He fucked me for 6 years .

No, this is not a story of how I knocked up some bimbo. It’s about this dude I met a few years ago. After he converted due to the toxic loads I dumped in him I started calling him my AIDS baby and he started calling me his AIDS daddy. We met online for the first time I guess about four years ago. He was 25 years old at the time and quite a hot dude. Decent body, 6’ tall, brown hair and an absolute looker, looked quite innocent, though that was deceiving. Behind those green eyes he was hiding a very slutty mind. We chatted a few times and I found out he was an airline steward living in a town some 30 miles from me, so not too far. He learned that I’m poz and quite toxic which turned the little slut on to no end. Unfortunately due to his erratic flying schedule it was difficult to arrange a hook up quickly. One time we were chatting on skype and he told me he just got fucked by some barebacker and the fresh cum was still in his ass, held there by his dildo. I was a bit sceptical at first but then he turned on his cam and climbed up on his chair, dildo sticking out from his ass. He pushed the dildo’s suction cup onto the chair and started fucking himself on it for several minutes. Finally he pulled his ass up from the dildo and I could see the cum leaking from his open hole onto the chair. Then the little slut bend over and started licking it up. After this little show I was convinced he was an absolute cum addickted fuck slut and decided he needed to get AIDS, which he agreed to enthusiastically. We were finally able to arrange our first meeting a few weeks later. He just got his latest test result which confirmed he was still clean. I went to his town where he picked me up at the train station. When I got in his car he immediately started sucking my cock as I had ordered him. After a few minutes I told him to head over to his place and a few minutes later we arrived at his apartment complex. As soon as we entered his place I ripped his track pants from his ass and pushed him down on his knees. I forced my hard cock down his throat which he really didn’t like but who cares about what a bitch wants? Then I shoved him to the bed, tied him up and forcibly spread his legs apart. I told the bitch “I’m gonna ram my toxic AIDS cock up your ass you little slut.”, then I pushed it all the way in, only using a few drops of spit as lube. The little slut was clearly hurting and terrified, I could see it in his wide open eyes and I loved every second of that fuck. I just kept pumping that sweet ass while he was begging me to stop. I just told him I wouldn’t and that he knew that was the reason I tied him up in the first place. Finally I spewed my venomous load deep in his guts. After keeping him tied up a while longer I released him and ordered him to keep my toxic cum in his fuck hole all night long. When he drove me back to the train station he was quite subdued. I guess the little bitch was terrified that he really did get pozzed. You know what they say “Be careful what you wish for, you might just get IT.”. The next morning he told me that he did as I ordered and kept my venom in his ass all night long and that it leaked out of his fuckhole in the morning. As you can imagine this really turned me on, seeing there was a good chance he’s convert. A few days later he told me he got a herpes infection in his ass from me and that it hurt like hell. I was overjoyed about this since it was a good sign and his chances of converting would be boosted by this for sure.

Earlier in the week, I visited my ‘reserve’ dealer because she was (eventually) picking up her phone. It’s the second time in about a month I’ve seen her (which would also be the second time in over six months). Last time, her sister’s boyfriend was there, a young bloke who calls himself ‘Tardy’ or ‘Tard’ for some reason and he and I seemed to hit it off pretty well. As I hadn’t been partying for several months, I had a few pipes before I left (I now live at least 90 minutes from Melbourne and stay in the city 2-3 days per week) and I offered Tardy some (as you do) and talked. We seemed to get along well. Tardy is a bit “rough around the edges”, very much a bogan - replete with the shaggy, unkempt dark blonde/light brown hair and the jail tatts, etc - and he was obviously a little slow (he was stoned) but good humoured. (He even joked that “Tard” wasn’t a reference to him not being that smart; that had never even occurred to me. He seemed like a decent bloke. But, as I had a few pipes for the first time in a while, I found myself looking him over and finding him attractive. He’s skinny but still looks more athletic than scrawny and does look a little older than he is (he’s just turned 22 a few weeks ago) with that rugged, hairy but young look. I hoped that it wasn’t obvious to anyone although I think he might’ve twigged that I had a quick look at porn when I went out to my car for a few minutes. He was standing behind me when I turned around but he gave no indication that he’d noticed and his demeanour didn’t change at all. Fast forward to a few days ago; the sister announces to me that she’d told Tard to leave. He’d only been staying with them because he was having trouble with the men his housemates; they’d jumped him in the street the night before I first met him and beaten him up. I really didn’t think much of it until I reached the end of their street and there’s Tardy on the corner, looking lost. He waved so I pulled over and asked him how he was. Even though he obviously couldn’t remember my name, he recognised me and was friendly but obviously down. He told me that he’d been thrown out and then asked if I’d ‘collected’? Me being me, I said “yes but I’m about to head home...” And then thought, “shit, offer him a coffee (and a quick pipe)”. He was reluctant to accept at first but relented when I told him I was stopping to grab one anyway (and would sneak a pipe) to ensure that I was alert enough to drive. Long story short, I only just arrived home a few hours ago. When we started smoking, the conversation really flowed. And I kept sharing more and more, by which time it started to get dark. I asked Tard where he was staying and offered a lift but it was obvious he’d realised it was too late to arrange any emergency accommodation. There was no way I was going to leave the kid sleeping rough (Melbourne’s had a shocking cold patch in recent weeks). I felt responsible for that. I told him I’d book a hotel room in the city rather than drive home and that he was welcome to stay there and smoke pipes with me if he wanted. Seeing his eyes light up with gratitude was quite a special feeling but he still was reluctant to accept. I was uncertain if he mistrusted my motives or if he really just thought it was too much but I really couldn’t think of a way to broach the subject of what his concern might be without making it look and feel worse. So I just went ahead and presented him with a fait accompli; I booked a room and gave him my mobile number so he didn’t have to decide until later what he wanted to do. The kid rang me before I even got to my car. I was really pleased. I actually enjoyed talking to him; he’s a good kid who’s clearly had a rough upbringing and I knew that I would never act upon the attraction I had for him anyway. When we got to the hotel, he was like a little kid at Christmas. The view of the city skyline etc was incredible for him. After a few more pipes, Tard announced that he’d find a way to pay me back and, I thought, alluded to sexual favours. When I told him in no uncertain terms that I expected nothing in return but he could pay me half of the hotel bill when he could afford it if he wanted to. He seemed happy with that and we were having a great time just chilling. Until a few hours later, Tardy suddenly said, with a huge mischievous grin on his face, “I’m horny as fuck. I’ll suck your dick if you suck mine”. My immediate reaction was more annoyance than anything else but, I admit, Tard voicing the idea had caused some movement of blood in my nether regions. And then he started flirting full on. It was either that or he was taking the piss. He touched my arm; put his hand on my leg and left it there too long. It even felt as if he’d reached toward my cock before taking his hand away. I kept saying “please don’t mate”. I was speechless otherwise. He settled a bit but the look in his eyes remained...and, by now, I’m now getting pretty uncomfortable and embarrassed. And then Tard’s lowered his pants and his cock is out. It’s a fucking nice one too. Pretty big and oddly thick and veiny for such a skinny bloke. He’s rock hard and playing with himself. I couldn’t look away. Honestly, I wanted to deepthroat him right then and I doubt I was hiding the look of lust on my face. Until he took his shirt off. His body is gorgeous and I couldn’t hide my attraction any longer. My erection was pushing hard to escape and Tard made it clear he had noticed. But I still said, “no.” This wasn’t my intention in helping him and I hated the idea that he might think that’s how he could, or should, repay me. Tard just said, “shut the fuck up. We’re doing this because we want to” and he leaned forward to kiss me; just a small, almost apologetic peck initially but then he moved close and started touching my body and staring into my eyes. His touch seemed confident and assertive at the same time as seeming gentle and calming. Then he started kissing me passionately and his hand’s on my cock. I remember just looking at his chest and his nipples and all I could think about was how weirdly smooth and hairless his chest was compared to his face and his arms and legs. How beautiful those huge brown nipples were. How, when you really looked at them, there were a few strands of blonde chest hair around each nipple and some tufts of slightly darker hair on his chest. And how enticing they’d be to wake up to if you’d fallen asleep with your face resting on that beautiful chest the night before (preferably from exhaustion while feeling a firm young cock slowly losing its erection but never quite becoming flaccid.) As much as I kept protesting that he didn’t need to do this, Tard just kept kissing me and touching me, coaxing me to respond. Not that I didn’t lose that battle the instant his lips and his caress set my senses on fire. We were both as horny as hell and when I kissed, then licked and then sucked his left nipple, he groaned. It was the hottest sound I think I’ve ever heard. This young man was as turned on as I was. He wasn’t doing this because he thought he had to. And he was already naked and moving to lie down on the bed, easing me with him. All I wanted to do was ask him how his skin was so soft..it’s really annoying how my over analytical nature doesn’t even lay off when my senses are on fire....so I grabbed the pipe, and went shotgun with a massive amount of smoke in his mouth. At some point, Tard paused and said, “you need to understand that this is not something I haven’t done before. I have. Sure there’s been times when I’ve hated myself for it. But there have been others where I enjoyed it. And I’m loving this and I want this. With you. You make me feel special. You don’t talk to me like I’m dumb, like I’m a loser. You’ve shown me more care after meeting me a couple of times than some people I’ve known my whole life. Don’t worry: I’ve sucked cock to get drugs. I fucked blokes to get drugs. I’ve taken plenty of cocks just to score. Fuck me dead, I’ve taken cocks when there was nothing in it for me except not getting bashed. I’ve been fucked full of so much cum by so many blokes that I used to wonder why they didn’t talk to my “dirty boy cunt”. But I like having sex on drugs too and I’ve begged for cock after cock and load after load because that’s all I was to them. Been there, only a few months ago. Got gangbanged by probably a dozen old men because they gave me all the gear I could take and them some. And, afterwards, I had sex with another old guy because he was the only one who asked me if I was ok. So I said thank you the best way I know how. I pulled him towards me, kissed him and said, “please come here and make love to me. And I turned myself on my back and lifted my legs up and said, “give me your load daddy”. And he did. He fucked another load of cum into me. And I loved him for it. He fucked me like I was the only cunt left in the world. He blew in me like all the others but then he kissed me and held me and even told me that he was fucking his cum into me. His cum was to seed my cunt alone, not to be passed around to the next cock. And I loved him for that. But I still enjoy getting fucked. I love it. I love fucking women too but, shit, I think there’s hardly been a month when I haven’t gone out alone so I could get my cunt pounded. I’m good at giving it and at taking it. Both to live and because I enjoy the sensation of it all. And now there’s you. A hot guy who’s so caring that he can’t accept that he’s even sexier because he’s a bit shy and a bit worried about getting some care back. You’ve made a difference to me, you know. The way you look at me with all that lust but then you worry that you’re like the other thousand dicks that have blown their load into my cunt. But you’re nothing like them. You cared about me when your dick wanted you to fuck me like a worthless cunt but you actually talked to me like I was worth talking to. I want this, and I want you to want me just because you want this too.” I know I just collapsed into him when he said that. And, somewhere in exploring his body, my cock and his arse crack rubbed against each other and the boy just sighed. A massive sigh. That alone made my cock go even harder and Tard must’ve sensed it too because he started working his hole back toward the head of my cock. I can’t honestly even remember what he said but it was along the lines of “I’m so happy you top. It’s going to be yours tonight. I know you’re dying to get my cock in you and you will. And now you know that I can’t wait for you to fuck me”...which, of course, was my cue to thrust into his arse. I’d intended only to insert the tip but, somehow, I slammed into him, tearing through his second sphincter as well. I’m blaming the bottom though: Tard’s entire body just seemed to heave and push back on me so I gently pushed in further. Before I knew it, my cock was exploring the walls of his innards. I love watching a man’s eyes react when you penetrate his hole and the groan he made was just magical. And then Tard blurted out, “have you ever slammed?” It sounds awful in hindsight but it was so hot, so unbelievably hot, at the time. “Yes. Have you?” And his eyes lit up. “We’re going to slam fuck each other one day soon, aren’t we?” You should have felt how his body wrapped around my cock even more when I said, “I have some fits. We can do it tonight.” And, at that moment, one of us moved in such a way that our bodies were fucking each other. I don’t know if I thrust into Tard or if he thrust his cunt back onto my cock but suddenly I had ripped through his sphincter and was balls deep inside him. I’m a bottom who’s learned to be versatile, especially if a man has already taken control of my cunt and fucked me silly. Flipping is easy then. But it usually takes the attempted destruction of my cunt to make my dick reliable. Even though I flip pretty skilfully nowadays, I rarely top first. But we were fucking like animals. It was as animalistic and violent a fuck as I think I’ve ever done. Everything I saw from Tard, every sound he made, every thrust demanding I go deeper and harder...everything just made my desire for him and his pleasure more urgent. My cock and his cunt were one. I doubt I’ve ever loved another human being as completely as I did as I was making mad violent love to him. And then we flipped. And flipped. And flipped. After a few hours of fucking, we held each other a while. I’ve kissed and licked and sucked every inch of that boy’s body. And we ended up staying for three nights. We invited a few other guys over after the first day and a bit and it’s fair to say that Tard’s almost as insatiable for cock and cum as I am now. I’ve booked him into a hostel for a few weeks so he can sort out what he wants. And he’s got a standing invitation to stay with me on the farm as often and for as long as he needs. I’m already missing him. I want his cock inside me. I’m encouraging him to get tested for HIV but that’s up to him. It’s my birthday next week; I’m hoping he’ll get tested so he can tell me, if he tests positive, that he’s giving me an extra special present. But that’s selfish of me, I know...but it’d add even more fire to our love making. And, of course, I want my cock inside him. Not because I enjoy fucking the young man and not even because he derives so much pleasure from it...but because I get to hold him and feel the softness of his skin and smell him. He’s already reminded me of something I started to lose sight of: that it’s important sometimes just to be there for people you care about and have them care about you...

Hi Friends. I'm back after being banned from this site for 14 days by an administrator for posting a link to a str8 video clip on a gay thread. I had no idea that this was such a grievous act. I'm 100% gay, but I found the clip to be very hot. A str8 guy fucks the female and then eats his own cum from her pussy. But it was obviously a very offensive thing to do. No warning that what I did was wrong or inappropriate. I was just immediately banned from the site and restricted from posting. Anyway, I do appreciate all of you that follow me. I enjoy hearing from you. Your emails and messages are always a pleasure to read. I've received a couple of emails this week asking if I'm ok, since I've not written anything for several weeks. I truly appreciate that, but I don't anticipate doing any more sharing or posting on this site in the future. I do enjoy reading of others adventures and will become more of a voyeur on this site from now on. Keep your stories coming. And keep in touch. My email and kik address are listed here as well as my BBRT name. Hugs my friends.

Having a super loose hole is an amazing high for me as is seeing trashed holes on fellow males because I know how much sexual use they have indulged to get that way. Like other super used bottoms I am proud that I have a long slit instead of a puckered hole and love that a guy can see or feel my ass crack and immediately know how heavily used on sex and size I am. I love after sex clubs/parties and good fisting use my hole just hangs open. Can't wait til it is permanently ruined and prolapsing even more than it has started to. Guys have double penetrated me, jerked off inside me and on 2 occasions now had both hands in me. I love when a guy tries to fuck me after heavy use and I can barely feel him and he says my manhole is like fuking an open window. I play with my oversize toys everyday so i stay hosed out and keep my body ready for use, using a little oil based lube for prel-ubing whenever I go out so I can be bred anywhere. I am not sure how well my ass muscles work for waste retention and removal anymore since they don't get the chance to even try with my daily hosing taking that issue away. Still it's great to walk and feel what's left of my asshole stretched and open and unable to fully tighten up, but with my love of use and size why would I want to? I love being the sexual equivalent of a circus sideshow freak that everyone stops and watches because they cannot believe what they are seeing. When I see a guy in a film or at a club with a giant hole just hanging open I get instantly hard because I know how used he is and what he mental and physical pleasure high he is feeling. So what's it like to feel so loose and used? absolute fuking heaven.

Early this morning around 6am I fucked a 19 year old Polish lad who was on his way to work at the airport. He'd asked me to use a condom but didn't seem that bothered when I said I'd rather fuck him without one. I sucked his cock, licked his hairy arsehole and then slid my cock up him, fucked him bb and dumped a big load up him. He pulled up his pants and went off to work quite happily

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While I identify as a radical progressive all these people shouting socialist should remember that the orange moron is Putin's pussy!

My juicy poz cock.

Part 3: It took a few more months before we were able to hook up again. This time the little slut came to my home. I’d moved my sling into the living room to give us some more space for our little pozzing party. When he arrived we started with a good fuck. I was filming it all, asking him what he wanted me to do to him, which he answered with that he wanted me to give him AIDS and to please, please, please infect him. This kid was as ready to get infected as I’d ever seen one. He turned me on to no end and so I FUCKED him. I’m sure it hurt him a lot but he just kept begging for AIDS and poz cum, so that’s exactly what I provided his ass with. After I dropped my poisonous cum in him we went online to find more breeders to come and drop a few extra loads in his well stretched and lubed hole. Since I live in a fairly small city we only found a few guys willing to come over. One of them actually was a guy I think I infected many years before. Unfortunately that guy was on meds and so couldn’t really contribute to giving my bitch AIDS but he did drop his load up the slut’s ass, making it even more squishy when I pushed my cock back in. One other guy showed up, coming from the next town over and he managed a good fuck in my little bitch before adding his load in the mix. Too bad this guy was clean, well maybe he would get lucky and my AIDS would stick on his dick. After those guys left I fucked my little bitch some more in his very juicy hole and we fell asleep at some time. I really had a good feeling about this session and was hoping he’d finally convert. About two weeks later the little slut contacted me. Bang, he got real sick, heavy flu-like symptoms. He was out of commission for I think about two weeks. We were both very happy about it and he decided he wanted to get tested right away. I told him that was pointless since it takes 3 ~ 6 months before the virus can be detected reliably. But the bitch was very eager for good news and couldn’t wait any longer and went to the hospital to get his test, which turned out negative. He was quite disappointed about it but I told him it was too soon and to wait a few months and get tested again. I still held good hopes he’d finally converted. About 4 months later he told me he was getting tested again and would get the result back in a few days. Those days were very interesting. My mind kept wandering to my little bitch and how I hoped he got what he deserved. Then, finally he contacted me and told me he was POZ. I was so fucking happy about that, he really needed this and he got everything he wished for. I wasn’t really sure how he felt however so I tried to coax it out of him. Turned out he was at least as happy as I was and he vowed he would now also become an active pozfucker, infecting young twinks with our gift. That’s when I told him he was my AIDS baby now and he said “Yes, I am and you’re my AIDS daddy!”. After that day we’ve continued to fuck around on occasion. Right now we’re trying to organise a bareback gangbang in his ass. I hope we can find enough guys to fill his ass to overflowing, he really deserves it and has an insatiable craving for toxic cum. So, if any of you guys, preferably poz, not on meds, are nearby you might want to drop by and add your noxious load to the mix.

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

1. Aiden I first saw Jay on a Friday night, early October. I was out at a club, standing by the side of the dance floor, watching the endless parade of bright young things. Tonight, it seemed a little more college boys, a little less desperate twenty-something actors. I didn't really care that much about the crowd. It was a mixed night, and I was already too busy defending myself against horny drunk girls, much less trying to separate the gay boys from the straight men. But first, I should probably back up and introduce myself. I'm Aiden. I'm fifty years old, and I've been in that other industry since I was twenty. We never call it anything other than "The Industry," if we even call it anything at all. Activists might call it "sex work" in an effort to give it legitimacy or make it seem more glamorous than it really is. But there is nothing glamorous about the life of a boy selling his body. In order to survive, you must become someone not quite human. You must become a creature who just enacts the core human emotions like empathy, love, and care. You can't survive with real emotions. I was one of the lucky ones. I grew up and graduated. I'm no longer one of the boys. I'm a pimp, and now I get to own the boys. It's not an accident that we call it owning; it's about as close to slavery as it gets these days. It sounds cruel, but I believe it is better this way. It's easier on the boys in the long run if they understand that they are possessions, things to be bought and sold, passed around and shared. The entire process is easier for a bottom, of course. They already understand that they are just vessels for another man's pleasure. Yeah, I said man there. It's a straight boy's fantasy to be paid by women for sex. It. Does. Not. Happen. For men, the Industry is only about man on man, and the sooner a so-called straight boy figures that out, the better for him. In the Industry, we call that process "breaking a boy." The best of us pimps can do it in our sleep. Once you get the hang of it, it's easy, and for me, it came naturally. Of course, it's never easy for the boy. It is always a struggle for a boy to accept his position in the Industry. Back to the night at hand. I had a vodka and cranberry in my hand; I had been nursing it slowly enough that the ice had melted, leaving it weak and watery. I was waiting for the boys to start to approach me. It might take a second or third drink, but they always did. They might claim to be straight, but it didn't matter. Straight boys don't approach fifty year old men in a club. Only gay boys do, and those are only the ones with serious daddy issues. Jay approached me right as I was thinking about ditching my drink and getting another one. The first thing I noticed was his glasses. It was unusual to see a guy out at the club with glasses, much less the striking blue frames he had on. The second thing I noticed was that he was holding a drink. I wondered how he had gotten the drink; he barely looked old enough to fuck, much less to be able to get a drink. No doubt he had a fake ID. Before I got him naked, I'd have to see his real ID. "Hi," he said. "Hi," I replied. I smiled, letting him see my teeth. "Having a good night?" "Yeah," he said. "First time here. It's great." "Cool. I'm Aiden," I said. "Jay," he replied. He held out his hand, and I shook it. His skin was soft and warm. He had an easy life and hadn't gained the rough skin and calluses of manual labor. "You here alone? Or are you with friends?" "I was here with friends. But I seem to have lost them." He looked around again, in a feeble effort to find them amidst the crowd. "I was talking to a girl, and I guess they moved on." I tried not to laugh. He may have been talking to a girl, but that wasn't what he really needed. "Cool. What happened to her? She still around?" "Somewhere," he said, looking around the club again. He focused on the dance floor, and pointed someone out. "There she is. The Asian chick." I followed his finger the best I could. There was a cute Asian girl; dressed in a way that screamed money. I looked Jay over again. She wasn't completely out of his league. At about 6'1", he was a few inches taller than me and his tight graphic t-shirt showed off his muscular body well. But, even from the few words we had exchanged, I could tell he was still young, naive and unfamiliar with talking to girls. "She's cute," I said. "You like Asian girls?" "I dunno," he said. "It all depends on the girl." "What do you like?" "Oh. You know. A little shorter than me. Not too big. Not really a breast man." Or, I thought, he likes his girls boyish. It was already clear that he liked his men to be daddies. "I need another drink," I said. "You want one?" "Yeah, that would be great." "This way," I said. He followed me to the bar. "How long have you been in LA?" I asked as we got in line. "A little over a month," he said. "I'm a freshman at USC." I wasn't surprised. He had the good looks of someone who had spent his entire life never worrying about money. He anticipated my next question. "I grew up outside of Denver." He also had the rugged build of someone for whom the outdoors was easy to get to. "What about you?" "Been here for too long," I said. "Moved here when I was eighteen. Grew up in rural Missouri." I didn't want to give too many details. It was my job to know everything about his life; it was just as important that I remain an enigma to Jay. "What do you do?" "I work in the industry." He didn't need to know which industry it was; I knew he would assume it was the entertainment industry. That was not too far from the truth. "Oh cool. I want to be a producer." "A lot of my good friends do that." Despite changes in social mores, Hollywood was still surprisingly old-fashioned. At least once a week, a producer would call me needing a "new friend" for some celebrity needing some play time without the tabloids finding out. Or they wanted something more reliable than what they could find themselves. The line was moving quicker than I expected. It wasn't long before we were nearly there. "What are you drinking?" I asked. "Are you even old enough to be drinking?" "Well. My ID says I am. And it's a vodka and soda." "Good answer," I said. "For both." I'd really have to see his ID before anything happened. I didn't worry about alcohol. No one would prosecute for just giving an under-age kid a drink. But sex, well, that was a totally different story. "Two Grey Goose and soda." "Nice," Jay said. "Been drinking well tonight." This was almost like shooting fish in a barrel. I would show him a little bit of the good life, and get him used to it. "I'm here on a scholarship," he continued. He had pulled it off well. But then I looked him over again. The subtle flaws that I had missed when I had first examined him were obvious now that I knew to look for them. The shirt, although fashionable, had the awkward drape I associated with a knock-off. His glasses were the same: the color wasn't perfect, and there were some hard edges to the design that I associated with a cheap chain store. Call it Lenscrafters chic. The barrel just got smaller, and the fish bigger. It would be easier than I expected. I handed him his drink. "Cheers," I said. He didn't flinch from my gaze as we clinked glasses. "To success," I said, not specifying what success constituted. I was already running through a list of old friends of mine who would want to have first crack at the young man's ass. "Success," he replied. He was smiling; I wondered what success meant for him tonight. In the end, it didn't really matter what he wanted. So much of what I was going to do with him was going to be about teaching him what he wanted. Yeah, there would always be that initial spark of desire from him; he had shown it in spades. But there was a lot I was going to get to teach him, and in turn, mold it into a core part of not just his sexuality, but also his own identity. We took a sip of our drink, and scanned the crowd. It was a busy night, and on the dance floor, beautiful members of both sexes were out having a good time. As the night wore on, more of the boys were shirtless. Not only that, more of them no longer cared who they were grinding against. It could have been a girl, it could have been a boy. "Fun night," Jay continued. I nodded in agreement. My pocket buzzed. The vibration was just enough to set off my dick. I had been keeping my thoughts high and abstract. But the sudden stimulation jerked me back to the present, and I wondered what his green eyes would look like, staring up at me as his lips were wrapped around my cock. "One second," I said, and pulled out my phone. "Crystal ParTy tonight," it began. It was from my friend ****, who was just as his messages. "One am. Intercontinental, Rm 1902. Bring yourself. Bring a good boy. Bring a friend." "Looking forward. I've got both." I texted back. "$ounds good. eVeryThing covered here." My dick throbbed again. Jay was going to get quite the introduction tonight. I turned to the young man, even if it meant looking up at him. "Friend is having a party. Wanna come with me?" "Where?" he asked, but even in the dim light, his pupils dilated enough to be noticed. "Downtown. I'll get us an Uber." "Awesome," he said. He moved a little closer to me and his lips pursed slightly at the end, like he was waiting for a kiss. Unfortunately, the moment passed. I knew what I needed to do. "Follow me," I said, drinking down the rest of my drink quickly. He followed, gulping down the stiff drink. If I had timed it right, we'd be in the car when the alcohol hit him. "First, text your friends where you're going. Party at the intercontinental hotel." I pulled out the phone again, and held it in front of us. "Quick selfie. My friend wants to see you." I'd also use it to run a fast auction of first breeding rights. The first one turned out perfect, and then Jay wanted one as well. He took a few before the deciding on the best one. "Memories of a fun night," he said. "Hopefully, it is just beginning, I said. "You should send it to your friend as well, so they know I'm not a psycho creeper." I could see him blush, but again, he also moved closer to me. He quickly texted someone. I was close enough I could read the text. "New friend I met. Invited me to a party downtown. See you tomorrow." "Thanks," Jay said, as he hit send. "For thinking of me. I wouldn't have even thought about it." I wondered what his friends would think of the picture. A young man and a much older man. My beard, although still thick, was more silver than brown now, and the wrinkles on my face were becoming more prominent. But perhaps they had already figured out what Jay was just discovering. "It's fine," I said. I didn't tell him how this was an important part of the process. He needed to trust me, to think that I put him first and looked out for his best interests. But I only looked out for my interests. "It's fun to party and meet new people. But remember, not everyone is on the up and up. Not everyone has your best interests at heart." Just like me, I thought. I didn't have to worry about his friends knowing I had taken him somewhere. By the time things got really dangerous, he'd be begging me for it. The best times, they begged me to drug them, to breed them, to infect them. "One second," I said, as I sent a quick text attached to the picture of the two of us. "Fresh meat. Tonight only. Bidding starts at two." I sent it to three of my old friends, Rod, Steven, and Alex. Each of them had a fondness for younger boys, and each of them absolutely loved the idea of deflowering a freshly-minted man. "200," Rod texted back. A few seconds later, Steven replied. "250." "Wanna head out?" I asked Jay. "We can get a cab there." "Sure," he said. I walked towards the exit. I made it a point not to turn around for the first few steps. I knew he would follow me, and he did. He kept close enough to me that I could feel his body heat. I turned around at the steps down off the dance floor. "Need some help," I asked and offered him my hand. He nodded, and I helped him down on to the sticky concrete floor. I thought I detected just the hint of a stagger; the alcohol was just beginning to hit. Hopefully the full rush wouldn't be far off. I had taken the side exit, right by the exit no one knew about. It was just a few steps before we were out in the warm night. "I'll get a uber," I said, and pulled out my phone again. I called for a car, then check the many messages I had received. The bidding was going nicely. "300," then "350", and then "400", quickly followed by "500." In just a few messages, it jumped to 750, and it now was at 90. That one had come in just a few minutes ago. As I unlocked the phone a new message came in. It was from Rod. "1300, with pozzing privileges." There were two things Rod loved more than anything. The first was deflowering young men. The second was infecting them with HIV. "Pozzing is on the table? 1500." Steven also loved spreading his virus. "Hell yeah. 1750," Alex sent me. Alex also enjoyed sharing his virus. My old friends were twisted, nasty men. "2000," Steven replied. "2500," Rod answered back. Jay was going to make me a lot of money, and it wasn't even his first official day on the job. "I'm out," Alex texted the four of us. "Me too. Rod's a lucky pervert," Steven wrote back. "You win," I texted Rod. "I'll swing by and pick you up." "Sounds good to me." I checked the app. The car was still about five minutes away. "Five minutes," I said to Jay. We had stepped out onto a side street and it was dark and quiet. Despite being right in the middle of the busy section, we felt quite alone. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keys and wallet. From my wallet, I extracted a small bag of white powder. "You ever had a skiing trip?" I asked, indicating the bag. "Skiing?" Jay replied, his face showing his confusion. "You know. Cocaine. Coke." I put the wallet away, and used the key to my front door to scoop up a little mound of the white powder. I snorted it quickly. "Fuck, that feels good." I rubbed my nose quickly. "You want to try?" "I...I...I dunno. Never done it before." He hesitated, but kept on watching me. He was interested, I could tell. "I mean. What's it like?" "You smoked pot?" He nodded. "Anything else?" I asked. "Yeah, molly sometimes." "That's good. It's like molly. Only you're stronger. You're fearless." "I just," he started, but never completed the thought. "Just one hit," I said. "See if you like it. Don't worry. You won't get addicted from one little bump." "You sure?" he asked. I nodded. I also stuck the key back in the bag and pulled out another bump. It was smaller than the one I had done, but for a beginner, it was still plenty large enough. "I mean, I can just..." "Try it?" I said, finishing his sentence. He nodded. "Yeah. You should." I held out the key with its white payload. "Just snort it up." Jay leaned in, pushed a finger against one nostril, and snorted. He snorted a bit longer than necessary. "Damn," he said, right after. "That burns." He trailed off just as an uncontrollable smile of bliss emerged on his face. "But, fuck." He trailed off again, lost in his little private world of pleasure as the cocaine got absorbed by his blood, and delivered to his brain. "It's nice. Just relax. Cab is almost here. If you want, you can do another bump when we're on our way." "Yeah," Jay said. "That's a good idea. This is nice." Another euphoric moan of contentment. "Thanks. Really nice." "Enjoy it," I said. I pulled out my phone. "The boy need any vitamin G?" Rod had texted me. "Why the fuck not?" I wrote back quickly. I turned my attention back to Jay. "A friend of mine wants to join us. Gonna swing by his place, if that's cool." "Oh, yeah, that's cool." Jay was still spinning a bit from the cocaine. My dick twitched, watching Jay ride the first waves of the high. The ease of convincing him to use cocaine meant that all the next steps would be easy. It would not be long before Rod's thick, infected dick was deep inside of him, dripping toxic pre-cum. A white Prius pulled up. I checked the plates; not that I needed to, it was the epitome of Uber-ness. "Here's our ride," I said. I opened the door for Jay. He got in, but I still had to help him. I crawled in after him, as he scooted over to the far side. "9255 Doheny. The tall one." Rod was only about fifteen minutes away. "Good night?" I asked, as we pulled away and into the warm California night. "Yeah," he said. "Pretty busy." I pulled out the baggie, and Jay scooted a bit closer to me. "You mind?" I asked. "Nah. Have fun." "You want?" I asked. "Damn, I wish. I but I gotta drive." I scooped out a big mound. Jay's naiveté was once more working in my favor. He had no idea about doses, much less what his dose should be. The mound was big, perhaps a little bigger than even I would want to start with. It would be just right for Jay. "For you," I said. "Fuck," Jay said, eyeing the mound. He knew it was larger than his last bump, but he had no measure for how it would affect him. "Yeah," he grunted as he leaned in and snorted the mound. "OH. FUCK," he said out, filling the interior of the small cars with his grunts of pleasure. "Newbie?" the driver asked. "Yeah," I said. I scraped another bump, not quite as big as Jay's, and did it. I took a look at Jay; his eyes were wide, and I knew he was flying. I was just nicely buzzed; I would wait for the party before I got properly high. Besides, Rod had promised a bit of G, and I had to be the responsible adult, taking care of Jay. "Doing ok there, Jay?" I asked him. "Oh yeah," he said. "Feels so good," he said. I smiled, and put my hand on his thigh. He was fidgeting a bit, and I held his leg in place. "Just relax. Enjoy it. Don't worry, I'll make sure it's good." "I know," Jay said. His leg stopped shaking, but I could feel the tension still in his body. "It's just hard," he started. "To let go?" I asked, anticipating his next words. "Yeah," he said. I just nodded in agreement. My own bump was kicking in, and I was floating on waves of pleasure. I wanted to see Jay naked. I wanted to see cock sliding into his hole. I wanted to see him bred. But all that needed to wait. It just needed to wait a few agonizing minutes. The traffic was surprisingly light and we were doing good time towards Rod's place. It gave me an excuse; I pulled out my phone and called him. "Yeah. Almost there. Less than 5 away. We'll be downstairs," I said. "I've got the Vitamin G. Mixed it in some Gatorade," Rod said. That was what Jay couldn't hear. "Yeah, bring that. We need something to drink," I said. That was the part that Jay could hear. "See you soon." "That your friend?" Jay asked. "What's he like? What's his name again?" "Rod. Rod Eisenman," I said. I flicked through my phone, trying to find a picture of Rod suitable to show the young man. Most of them were him fucking some hot young boy's mouth or ass. "He's cool. I think you'll like him." I finally found one, him shirtless at some street fair, a pair of thin black suspenders holding up his pants. Whether it was intentional or not, I noticed the top button of his pants was undone. "He looks like a cool dad. The one you can't quite believe is actually a dad." "Yeah, that's a good way to describe him." We were pulling up to Rod's place. "Just pull in under the awning." There was no one else, so I figured we would wait. I rolled down the window to see out better. It was less than a minute before Rod walked out of the front door, a small backpack slung over his shoulder. In addition to the G-laced Gatorade, it would have some lube, a cockring or two, plus a pipe and a stash of tina. Rod was prepared for everything, except for safer sex. He walked around, and got in on Jay's side of the car. Jay got the middle seat. "Hi," Rod said. "I'm Rod. You must be Jay." Rod put the backpack on the floor in front of him. "Yeah, I'm Jay. Nice to meet you." "Good to meet you too. Aiden's been telling me a bit about you." "All set?" I asked Rod and Jay. They both nodded. "W hotel. On the boulevard," I told the driver. "Right on," he said. Rod reached down into the bag, and pulled out a bottle of Gatorade. "Ready for your Vitamin G?" "I'm definitely ready," I said. "And I'm sure Jay will want some. How much is in there?" "I put in three doses." "Perfect," I said. I reached over Jay, and took the bottle of Gatorade from Rod. I opened it and began to drink the sweet liquid. I could just barely taste the bitterness of the GHB. "Vitamin G? Doses?" Jay asked. The alcohol was wearing off, but the cocaine was still making his head spin. "What's that." "Oh," Rod said. "Just some G in the Gatorade. You done it before?" Jay shook his head no. It was one more new thing for Jay to explore this weekend. "You'll love it. Makes you feel warm and happy. Takes the edge off of the cocaine." I drank about a third of the bottle and then I passed it back to Rod. He quickly drank his third, before handing it to Jay. "Your turn. Just drink up," Rod said. The young man hesitated for a moment. Like I had earlier, Rod put his hand on Jay's leg. "Come on. We are all in this together. We'll look out for you." It was as much the tone as the content of Rod's words that got Jay to put the bottle back to his lips and gulp down. "Nice," Rod said. I noticed he hadn't taken his hand off of Jay's thigh. I didn't mind. Rod was paying over two thousand dollars for the pleasure of deflowering Jay. It was bad service to deny him the implicit pleasures of holding the boy's hand. Besides, as soon as Jay was done with the bottle he put his hand on top of Rod's. "How are you feeling?" Rod asked Jay. There was a kindness in his voice, one that I recognized well. It was the tone he used when he was trying to convince a boy to do things. Things like have bareback sex with him or to blast his seed into the boy's body. "Good," Jay said. "Really good." "That's what we want to hear," Rod said. "How do you know Aiden?" he asked, making small chat as the car took us to the night's next destination. "Just tonight," Jay said. "But he's been really awesome." "Of course. He's a cool guy. You're lucky to have met him." Jay's hand was still on top of Rod's. "How old are you?" Rod asked. "18," Jay said. "I'm a freshman." "How has the adjustment been?" Rod asked. "Good?" "Yeah. Still trying to meet people." "Aiden's a good one for meeting people. He'll introduce you to a lot of new friends." I smiled. "Friends" was our code for clients. Rod was a "new friend" for Jay. "I know. He's already introduced me to you." "You feeling it yet? The G?" Rod asked. "I think so," Jay said. "How are you feeling?" "Warm," Jay started. We rounded a corner fast than I expected, and not being belted in, Jay was pushed up against Rod. "Horny," I heard him whisper. Rod smiled. Jay leaned in, and their lips met. It was a short kiss, but it was a kiss. It wasn't an accident or the bumpy road. It was a real kiss, two men pressing their lips against each other. But it wasn't a long kiss. As soon as Jay realized what he had started, he pulled back. "Oh god, I'm sorry," he said.

[Author's Note: I've never really been interested in chasing/gifting fetish before so this is my first story; probably not that great. Lemme know how to improve. V] Why'd I do it? Fuck, I don't know. Maybe 'cause of who he was. Maybe 'cause of who I am. Whatever. But how'd it get started? Now that's easier to answer... That whole month, my life was shit. Had to quit my pharmacy-tech job before they worked out I was stealing, my dick landlord threw me out for the rent I owed him. So there I was, twenty-five year old guy, broke and on the street, pharmacology degree but no fuckin job. Well, I said on the street- I still had my van. An old black 80s heap, half rust, engine shot to hell. Found an old mattress in a dumpster and slung that in the back; that's where I slept, ate and drank as I tried to work out what to do. I'd been kicked out about a week when I parked down on Seventh, where the hipsters and the stoners hang out, trendy little coffee shops and expensive shitty little stores. Figured I'd sell what I had, y'know- mostly benzos and barbs, few hits of acid, MDMA, nothing special. Get that moving and I could look for a new place, new job. The van wasn't helping my prospects for picking up guys, either; the hottest dudes expect you to have a real apartment to screw in. So I parked the van in an alley near Seventh and Rose that evening at sunset, hung around by it looking for my regulars, anyone that'd buy the pills. And waited. No cops around, but the indie-kids and the stoners just weren't showing up. "Fuckin' hippies", I muttered to myself, when along comes this dark-haired young guy in a black Sunday-suit, smiling away, catches my eye and heads right for me and the van. Man, I was shittin' myself when I saw him coming- figured he was a cop for sure, one of those high-up agency guys with the initials for names. Was trying to decide whether to gun the van across the road or just run, when he takes a Bible out of his pocket. "Hi, I'm Mark!" he said brightly. "Could I talk to you about the Lord Jesus Christ?" What a fucking relief. Just one of those God-botherers, missionaries, whatever. I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off so I could pull some trade, when something changed my mind. Maybe it's how pissed off I was. Maybe it was the way he looked; about twenty, neat dark hair, suit all perfect, bright little shiny happy smile plastered across his face, while I had shit. So instead of cursing him out, I pulled it together.* "Why, sure, Mark!" I chirped in my best talking-to-the-Man voice. "I'm just heading home soon; why don't you sit in for a spell and we'll chat?" He looked a bit apprehensive staring at the van; that shiny little smile dimmed a little. But he must've been desperate for a sale or a convert or whatever-the-fuck you call 'em; I got in the driver's seat and he climbed in the passenger side. The alley was that dark, no-one on the streets could see in. So we got to talking; really he just jabbered on about salvation and prayer and shit like that, and I nodded and said "Uh-huh", a lot. Hell, I figured all that talking, he could use a drink. So I pulled two Cokes out of the back, and while he was flicking through his Bible, dropped a couple barbs in his can. Now, I don't know if you've ever tried phenobarbitol; they use it to kill unwanted pets, for Chrissakes. But with people, knocks them right out for hours at a time. I might be a drug-pusher and all-around-scumbag, but I know my shit; sat through enough medical lectures to get my pharm-diploma. Gave him just enough, calibrated for body-weight. One second he was jabbering on happily about God and Jesus and Moses, the next he was slurring his words and reeling until he slumped face down on the dashboard. "Perfect," I said as he passed out. "About time you shut the fuck up." I hauled him into the back of the van and put him on the old dumpster-mattress; I don't know what I had in mind at first; maybe stripping him and dumping him out in the alley naked. But I'd popped a couple octagons that evening; pink Brazilian speed that lights your circuits and gets your mind racing. So I called my buddy Rusty who works the night-shift at the local fetish bar, Saltire. "Hey Rusty," I did my best Southern drawl, "Guess what I got in this here van of mine." "You ain't got shit in your van but pills and stolen car stereos," he laughed.* "Guess again," I grinned. "Meet me round back, half an hour." I got the van grinding into gear and cruised round to Saltire; the disused parking lot round back, dark and deserted and covered in garbage. Rusty was waiting, already in uniform for his bar-shift; leather pants and chest-harness, studded boots. We're just buddies, Rusty and me- his whole smooth clean-cut college-boy look isn't my type. But that, and his red hair, drives the guys wild; most popular bartender at Saltire and he gets great tips. He smiled. "So whatcha got for me?" I opened the van's back doors; Mark the missionary was sprawled across the dirty mattress in his black Sunday suit and white shirt. "Fuckin' Christ!" Rusty roared with laughter. "You're even more screwed up than I thought." I shrugged- I was riding smooth on the speed. "Serves the asshole right for preaching at me when I'm working." I gave Rusty a sly look. "I know you like the first-timers; this guy deserves fucking up and I'm betting his cherry ain't been popped yet." Rusty licked his lips and his leather pants bulged outward; he was tempted. "Lemme see." He clambered into the van. "This heap is filthy," he muttered darkly. He rolled the boy over and had a look at his face; unbuttoned the shirt and checked out the body. "Fuck yeah, man- I'll do it, if he don't see me. But if you really wanna fuck him up, you should let the guys at the bar do him; they're as rough as it gets." "Sold," I laughed. "Your shift doesn't start til nine, and it's eight-thirty; go for it." Rusty helped me up into the van and closed the doors, clicked the light on and yanked down Mark's suit-trousers. He was still peacefully unconscious; I'd dosed him perfectly. Rusty grabbed a crusted jar of Vaseline out of my toolbox and unbuttoned the leather pants; I'd seen him hard before. Nothing special, but a nice looking cock, cut and about six and a half inches. He rubbed the Vaseline on himself and the kid's hole, then mounted up. "No kidding, this boy's a virgin for sure, no need for a rubber," he grinned, pushing his cock at the tight hole until it started to give. "Fuck!" he groaned as he got half-way in. "It's like it's squeezing me." He started sliding it in, wet and slippery, back and forth. "Aww yeah, nice and tight," he groaned again. He went at him in silence for a few minutes, slow and steady, then gave a loud moan as he spurted in the kid's virgin ass. He lay flat on him for a minute, then pulled out and wiped himself off. We both gazed at the suited figure, jacket pulled up, pants down, hole exposed, pink and moist. "I owe you one, dude. We gotta get the guys in on this," he said, panting. Then he tilted his head into the van. "He good for now?" "Two hours minimum," I answered. "Awesome," Rusty smiled. "I know just the guys." It was already hot and heavy when we got into Saltire a few minutes later. Black on the inside, chains hung from the ceiling; with the diagonal cross that gave the bar its name, mounted on the wall. Guys milled around, most in leather or rubber, talking here and there. It was still early, but plenty of talent on display. Rusty went straight up to a young bodybuilder in thick studded leather straps, murmured in his ear. Then a salt-and-pepper daddybear with grizzled hair all over. Then a skinny bald guy, middle-aged and wiry. They followed us out. Rusty had explained everything before he headed back inside for his shift. "Anyone got a problem with this?" I asked in the dark parking-lot. Felony date-rape wasn't a walk in the park; that's why Rusty had chosen the edgiest sleaziest guys he could find. The muscular young guy shook his head, so did the skinny dude and chain-hung bear. We all climbed into the van. Mark was still tapped out on the dirty mattress, ass in the air. "I'll go last," announced the skinny guy. No-one minded; maybe he liked sloppy seconds. The grizzled bear was first, quick and easy- a short stumpy cock and he shunted his load after a couple minutes into the kid's curvy butt, leaving without a word. The *built guy was different; pretty well-hung and thick, about eight inches, veined and uncut. The muscles in his ass and hips strained as he forced his dick into the young hole; the whole van shook as he held the kid down hard, pinning him like a wrestler. After a few hard deep thrusts it came out smeared with blood. He kept on screwing, deep as he could, whispering under his breath, "Yeah, take that raw cock," then spewed a thick load, half across the exposed back and half in the butt-crack. After the bodybuilder had fastened himself up and gone, I asked the skinny guy why he was last- he said, "You and Rusty and the other two are negative; I'm a poz dude." I laughed; Mark had a bigger surprise in store than a torn butthole. The skinny guy had a long thin rod that went in fast like a plunger and came quickly, buried deep and hard, grunting as he added his toxic juice to the mix. He excused himself and headed back inside; but he'd given me an idea. Alone in the parking lot with the dosed guy, I hit the message boards on my phone: "Newbie non-consenting hole needs raping; rough fuckers wanted, more hung and filthy the better." In half an hour I had five guys show up, wordless and waiting; they lined up by the van and took their turns one after the other, grunting and hissing as they climbed on the boy and went to town on his ass. One black dude had prison tattoos across his hands, a Hispanic one had a blade scar across his lip and slammed the kid's head against the mattress. These were the guys I needed, filthy sleazy fuckers to show up and dump their loads in Mark's rectum, to teach this clean-cut little kid the meaning of pain. None had washed in days from the smell; thick dirty cocks dripping with god-knew-what STDs. I'd saved the best for last; a tall bald muscular guy in his forties called Duke in plaid shirt and jeans; he'd advertised as being 'hung like a God'. You know how much that's worth online, specially with sleazy dudes; but when he opened his jeans I was speechless- it was more like a nightstick than a cock, had to be twelve inches, uncut and thick. By this time the Jesus-freak sprawled on the filthy mattress was a mess; suit covered in lube, shit and cum, pants and underwear torn, hole wide and leaking blood like an open pit. I'd had to dose him again to keep him under; no way would an awake person take this monster willingly. Duke looked at me appraisingly, giant cock hanging out- I gave him a quick suck before we got to business. I could barely manage the first couple inches, it was that big; but it tasted sour and salty and musky, dripping with pre-cum. Like cocks taste in dreams. "Who's the suit?" he growled.* "Some missionary kid," I shrugged my hair out of my eyes. "Does it matter?" "Not to me," he muttered. He wiped off the worst of the mess and positioned himself, greasing his club with the last of the Vaseline and aiming for entry. In one long smooth thrust he rammed it home; blood and grease and filthy spunk squirting around his dick as he fucked, hips like pistons, faint moans coming from the boy underneath; even unconscious, it had to be agonising. Duke's face was great to see; concentrating wholly on the task, the feeling as he buried his monster in the kid's guts. "Are you poz?" I asked, more to pass the time than as a serious question.* "Yeah," he answered between grunting thrusts. "Undetectable?" I asked hopefully. I had to admit I wanted to try that cock myself, if I could stay negative. Fuck, I was horny and high- it was messing with my inhibitions. He gave a short laugh, groaning harder as he got closer. "Nah, more like 300,000. Haven't cum in a week, either." Fuck- there went my chances of getting an awesome night of sex with Duke. I chuckled as I realised what a charged load the kid was getting, though. His ass flexed as he gave three last titanic rams, growling and grunting like an animal, dumping his thick toxic load in Mark's violated guts. My cock was hard as a rock just watching; I pulled it out and started to yank, unable to stop myself. Duke panted and withdrew, his footlong cock turning rubbery, leaning heavily against the inside of the van. He looked at me. "Your turn." I stopped jerking briefly. "Me? Nah- nearly a dozen guys have had his hole; probably half had high VL. Look, he's a mess." Duke put himself away but stared into my eyes intently, tucking in his plaid shirt. "You still want to. You want to be one of us. I can see it." He smiled cruelly. "You didn't get this kid drugged and rammed and ruined just for the fun of watching." I looked at the slumped figure on the cum-covered mattress, speed vibrating brightly in my head, and realised he was right. It was what I wanted more than anything, even if I couldn't admit it. Duke reached forward and took my dick in his hand; it was tender, almost paternal. I could feel the calluses on his palms. Gently he guided me down onto the stained bed, grinning widely as I gave myself up to the feeling. I aimed myself eagerly at that open cum-filled hole- it was a much bigger target than the tiny pink rosebud I'd offered Rusty hours ago. There was a thick squelch as I sank in deeply, the tenth guy taking this ass tonight, his muscles still hot and responsive, flexing around me. I was lost in it, lubed and slippery with the thick dirty cum of all the others. Duke's hands were warm on my back, urging me on; in minutes I came, squeezing the kid's cheeks together with my hands as the lube/blood/cum mix ran down his legs. It was an incredible feeling, better than I'd ever imagined; fireworks exploded in my head. "I bet you've been made, now," said Duke, rubbing his juice into my cock-head. "One of us." he was smiling like an idiot, and I realised I was as well. The speed was finally releasing its grip on me by 3am, and I'd tidied up Mark the Jesus-freak as best I could; surprisingly he didn't seem injured. Most of the mess wiped off; sure, he'd be sore for weeks, but no hospital needed- more than I'd expect for anyone on the receiving end of tools that big. He was coming to when I sat him down at the base of a tree in Hawthorne Park, groaning and clutching his rear. I whispered in his ear, "You spread the Word of God, boy? We've given you the Gospel of the Seed." I was up and gone by the time he opened his eyes and looked round. In two weeks, I'd sold off all my pills and got a new job as a pharmacy-tech at a private clinic in Cicero. Lax security procedures and all the drugs I could sell- rich lazy patients and fat paychecks. Life looked good. On my way down past the coffee shops, I caught sight of Mark, on his rounds, suited and strolling but looking flushed and groggy. Sure enough, he was fine- walking a little funny, but that was to be expected. I sat on the wall and waited patiently as he walked past; he glanced at me with no recognition- the barbs had made him forget it all. Suddenly he stopped and sneezed heavily, coughing and fumbling in a pocket. I passed him a pack of tissues. "Thanks!" he exclaimed with his old bright manner. "Flu, right?" I asked. "Yeah," he said thickly, blowing his nose. "Well, it's the season for it." I grinned widely and headed down on Seventh, to the docks where the hustlers plied their trade. Just like Mark, I was off to spread the Gospel.

Hi guys Hoping people might have some tips for how how to keep my small cock limp during sex without having to wear a cage (or resort to hormones). I have a couple of tops who like my cock out during sex and mock it/humiliate me about it. Most times this gets me hard though and they want me to keep it limp but without wearing a cage. I know I could orgasm just before they fuck me but I’m one of those bottoms who then loses libido so would prefer not to (one top has said he will do this if there’s no other choice and I’ll have to perform anyway). Does anyone know of any easy ways/natural options or creams that would prevent me getting hard?

To me, like it seems for many others here, "repugnant Top" is a contradiction in terms, an oxymoron. We all have our respective needs, one needs to seed, the other needs to receive seed. If the need is great enough, nothing else gets in the way.

This fascinates me. i'm not opposed to kissing, in fact i love it. Anyone can fuck and breed me, and it's not just sex with me either, i often can feel real affection for a hook up. But kissing takes some different kind of chemistry that i have a hard time articulating. my first wet dream of a guy was when i was in high school. i had this dream of a sweet guy who i barely knew, only in passing (ironically "Randy Lay" was his name lol). In the dream he came up to me looking into my eyes and gave me a warm, sweet kiss. i woke up wet. i can't count the number of cocks i have taken, but i've only kissed about 15 guys in my life. i think it's really strange that it has such an emotional effect.

So fucking HOT!

I think many guys actually DO, but they seldom get to use it. The bottom sees that and being face to face with all that jewellery makes them think twice. "That's gonna hurt and rip me open, and we'll have a bad playtime" or something of the like. So the top offers the bottom a way out by asking if they need to remove it. It's out of courtesy, I think. I've bottomed for a few pierced guys, and this scenario always happens. An experienced bottom slut, like yourself, might agree to get fucked by metal things, but I think the majority is that they don't want to be ripped open from stem to stern.

I don't care what you call me as long as you fuck me full of HVL POZZ TOXIC cum and whore me out when you get tired

I like pig, pisspig or slut. cocksucker is okay too. (sometimes faggot when I am getting really pounded) I don't mind being called trash. I dislike being called cunt because it sexually confuses me: slave because of the racial connotations and object because it doen't sound like something you call someone. I guess I could take bitch. Call me what you want just fuck me raw and dump your load!

i do, but it's not "play" for me. To me, i see piss as a serious way that a Top marks His territory or asserts His dominance. For me, force is a sort of hide behind, it's just how i perceive force or bullying, a guy that is not sure of himself relies on force. But matter of fact, presumptuous or even asking shows courage and confidence to me. i love when a Top expresses this with His piss. i've had several Tops piss in me without asking while fucking me, and i love them. i've never drunk piss before, and am afraid too, but also wishing and hoping for a guy to just let His piss flow while His cock is in my mouth without asking. i also love the idea of a Top taking a piss on me after breeding me. To me, these are ways that He marks me and i love Him for it, it has the desired effect of marking me and making me His.

I never understood why there is such of a straight guys fetish among gays tbh. Like they are gods or something. I bet that is bcs of unrealistic porn (like bait bus, czech hunter...) and incest fantasy vids. There is a thing with straight guys which porn doesn't tell you: They don't like sexual contact with men whatsoever. They are repulsed by it or they are not heterosexual. So those guys who claim they are straight, but wanna fuck your ass so badly are just un-confident inexperienced bisexuals ,which often can't get laid bcs they don't know how to talk with girls. And i avoid them like a plague,bcs they really don't know what they even want. They will often flake on you ,etc. I was once talking with one "straight"guy who said that he wants to hook up with me, if i'd shave my beard. I was like LOL man ,even my GF (I'm bsx) can't get me to shave it ,so you bet i am not shaving it for some random "straight" guy from grindr either. I am not desperate ,neither am i sex deprived at the moment so yeah i avoid guys which don't know what they want.

Porn has slowly but totally transformed me-year after year from just jerk material as a kid-until now I am a total loser faggot whoring for cum and dressing like a stupid piece of meat. I cannot go more than a minute without porn. Porn is my Goddess and a hard one she is. I've lost 2 jobs because of her and friends. Porn takes all and gives nothing, I worship Porn.

I’ve always traveled for work every now and then - but now I travel during the week almost always. Is it just me or do many traveling young professionals seem to get more action while out of town? And last load - was at the PHL Airport Marriott the past few days before getting back to DAL today. This morning after I showered and packed I left the deadbolt ajar so I could get anon railed before walking to the airport. Totally anonymous. anyone else like the thrill of strangers walking in your hotel room?

Agreed. The top is an asshole for bailing (and even more so for not letting you know). I've a couple of guys that "will only fuck a pre-loaded hole" and a couple that only want to be first. Sometimes it works out, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes, I shoot some spunk lube up my ass and tell him it's cum. Sometimes I push the load out of my ass (and freeze it) and tell him he's my first today. I don't have time for your nonsense. Fuck me like the whore you want me to be and hit the road!

I love kissing, feels so good as a tgirl to have a dominant guy kiss me

Yeah, I kinda felt bad, so I called in sick. Then went onto Grindr to find a nice guy to play with. Bingo! Found a nice looking bearish guy about 3 miles from me. After chit chatting, he came over. CUTE. Nice, hairy chest, nice cock, big balls, mustache and trimmed goatee. Great kisser! As soon as he climbed out of his Ford F250, I knew he was hot. DAMN. Met him at the door and as soon as the door closed, we started stripping clothing. Making out like two teens...hot and heavy. sucking tongue, jacking, hugging, feeling his cute, pert little ass. All was so hot and good. He sucked me and I returned the favor, sucking each of his balls into my mouth, gently swirling my tongue around them. Then on to the main attraction -- his nice, hard, curved cock. Perfect size for sucking and he loved it. pumping deep and fast. Had to stop multiple times to keep him from cumming before he wanted to. Eventually, he pushed deep and fed me a big load. I kissed him and shared his spunk, some dribbled onto his hairy chest and I rubbed it around and on his nipples. He loved having his nipples twisted and bitten. Hoping he comes back. I told him the invitation is there if he wants to take me up on it.

Having my dick called a clit works for the same reasons, but so does calling it a nub.

There is a flaw in the structure of the poll - there are no options for “Hell No” or for “I’d rather suffocate in a vat of my own dung”.

Part 2 - continued I got on well with the lady who lived in the flat downstairs. She had told me she was divorced with three sons, the youngest of whom was nineteen and would shortly be coming home for the summer after his first year at university. One Saturday afternoon I looked out the window and a fit blond lad was working in her garden. He was stocky and muscly with an amazingly fit arse and looked to be in his mid to late twenties. As it was a very hot day he was wearing only shorts and a T shirt and as I watched, he pulled off his T shirt and continued working in the garden, giving me a perfect view of his fit arse, the top of his pants and his arse crack every time he bent over. The following Friday evening my neighbour invited me to a drinks party she was hosting and I was introduced to the guy I had seen working in the garden. He was, as I had figured, her oldest son and a little later she introduced me to Alex, her youngest son, who has just arrived. Alex was a carbon copy of his older brother - he was a little bit slimmer but still quite stocky and muscly with blond floppy hair, a very engaging smile and an amazing arse. I enjoyed the party, the food was amazing and, although I didn't really know anyone, I got chatting to a number of people and really enjoyed the evening. I thought I saw Alex looking at me a couple of times during the course of the evening and after a while the party had spilled out into the garden and Alex came over to speak to me. I can be quite slow sometimes to realise that someone is interested in me but I realised almost immediately that Alex was coming on to to me. He told me right out that he was gay and that he liked older guys. I was wearing a polo shirt and he commented on my hairy arms and the fact that he could see I had a hairy chest. He said he loved guys with hairy chests and asked me just how hairy mine was. I was flattered by his flirting with me - especially when he said he thought I had a really fit body but I never thought for a minute that anything was going to come of it . I just thought he had had a few drinks. I was , however, feeling particularly horny that evening as I had been working hard and had not had much time for anything else. I hadn't cum for over a week and as it was a beautiful summer evening I had every intention of going cruising later on. However, as I chatted to Alex I realised that he was genuinely coming on to me and after a while he suggested that we get together the following morning as his mother would be at work. I was not sure what to say - the cautious part of me thought it was not a good idea - he was only 19 and it probably was not a good idea to fuck around so close to home. On the other hand, I was extremely horny and a seriously fit 19 year old lad with a great body and an amazing arse was coming on to me...... I found myself agreeing and we arranged a time for him to come up to my flat. I was in two minds as I thought about it over night but I knew that I would find it hard to resist him. I wasn't sure he would turn up and I wasn't even sure that I wanted him to but right on time there was a soft knock on the door and when I opened it Alex was standing there in shorts and a T shirt grinning at me. I had planned to go carefully and take things slowly, but Alex knew exactly what he wanted and he was all over me the minute he was in the door. I didn't resist as he pulled me towards him and kissed me hard and soon my shirt was off and he was feeling my hairy chest and groaning. Before too much longer my pants were down and he was sucking my cock. He sucked me amazingly well - I could easily have let him suck me until I unloaded in his mouth and for a while I thought that was what he wanted but after a while he pulled off my cock and motioned to me to turn round. I turned round and Alex bent me over and pulled my cheeks apart, sticking his tongue right into my arse. I couldn't quite believe that a fit 19 year old had his tongue up my arse and I was close to cumming when he pulled his tongue out of my arse and stood up. I thought he was going to suck me again but he pulled his shorts and underpants down, bent over and asked me to fuck him. I fetched some lube and a condom - I decided it would be better to play safe in the circumstances - and once Alex had lubed up his hole I rolled on the condom and positioned myself behind him. Alex moaned and, reaching round behind him, took hold of my cock and pulled it towards his arse. As he did so he pulled off the condom and threw it on the floor. He turned round and grinned at me "It's more fun this way, " he said. I knew I had two options - I could fetch another condom and explain to him all the many reasons why we should play safe - or I could push my bare cock up his fit arse and fuck him as hard as I could until I dumped my seven day load deep in his arse... I chose the second option. My cock slid up Alex's arse easily and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. He was clearly into it to and soon he was pushing back against my cock and urging me to fuck him harder and cum in his arse. I lasted much longer than I thought I would but soon I was ready to cum. I took hold of his hips and fucked him as hard as I could until I began to shoot my cum right up him. It felt like I was never going to stop cumming - I really bred him. When I eventually pulled out, Alex pulled me towards me and kissed me. He took my hand and put it on his cock and soon I was down sucking him off. He asked if he could cum on my chest and when he was close, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot a massive load of cum all over my chest, and then in my face. It was an amazing experience and I didn't hesitate when Alex suggested meeting again. The following Saturday morning we met again and I fucked him in every position imaginable - we started with him bent over in the living room, trousers and pants down at his knees, then we moved to the bedroom where we stripped off and he rode me for a while before moving on to his back with his legs in the air and then he knelt on the bed as I fucked him hard from behind and shot my cum deep into his arse. Neither of us mentioned condoms this time. After we had got our breath back I took him out for breakfast and then we came back to the flat where I fucked him again and dumped another load up him. I started seeing Alex regularly and enjoyed every minute of it. He was a very attractive lad and an amazing fuck, but he was also a really nice guy. He was very mature for his age and was quite assertive - he knew what he wanted and was not slow to go after it. He also loved being fucked and late one evening I received a text from him saying he had been out drinking with friends and was on his way home. He said he was horny and needed to be fucked. Soon he was in my flat and his trousers and pants were down. When I fingered his arse I found it was wet with what I was fairly sure was cum. I asked him if he had already been fucked and he nodded, and said he had been drinking with friends in a pub in north London and had ended up in a toilet cubicle being fucked by a guy in a suit who had cruised him in the toilet. I slid my cock up him. fucked him and added my load to the one he already had up him and then he went quietly back down the stairs. We also had a very enjoyable threesome with one of my friends who was visiting from Berlin. Rudi was in his mid 30s, and he and I had been fuck buddies for several years. Rudi has a fit body and a really big thick cock which I knew Alex would love. We got together in the bar of Rudi's hotel and soon we were in his room. It was very horny watching Alex suck Rudi's big cock and even hornier watching Rudi push it up Alex's arse and fuck him. We took turns barebacking Alex until Rudi shot his load up him and then I added mine. When I pulled out some cum slid out of Alex's arse and ran down his legs. It was all very horny. Alex was keen to visit Hampstead Heath and asked me if I would take him there one night. He said his mother was going to be away for the weekend in a couple of weeks and we could go then and he could stay the night with me. I wasn't sure this was a good idea but Alex said he really wanted to go and would go on his own if I didn't want to come with him and I agreed to go with him. He told me he had tried it the year before but had found it a bit too much and hadn't really enjoyed the experience. He said he had gone deep into the woods with two guys and they had both fucked him and left him there and he had got lost trying to find his way back to the path and wandered around for ages before he found his way back to the path. Alex told me he had a friend from uni staying with him for a week and a few days later I met them in the hallway. Josh was tall and thin and quite geeky looking, with glasses and a shock of dyed blond hair. Alex had told me that Josh a very serious guy who did not approve of casual sex and was very much against fucking without condoms -he said Josh was Mr Safe Sex and said he was very politically active and was involved in student sexual health campaigns and I was interested to meet him. He seemed like a really nice guy and we chatted for a while in the hallway. The following Saturday night Alex and I drove up to Hampstead Heath. Alex had downed quite a few drinks and was excited and nervous. I promised him I would stay close to him and look out for him and make sure that nothing happened that he didn't want. He grinned at me and then pulled me towards him and kissed me. We got there just before midnight and soon we were walking down the main path. It was busy and not surprisingly Alex got cruised straight away by several guys. We had agreed we would start off up on the main path until and then would make our way down to the fuck tree which was where Alex really wanted to go. We cruised around the top path for a while and I watched as Alex went into the bushes with a young black guy. Soon he was sucking the black guy's cock and I was watching from a short distance away. I noticed that Alex checked a couple of times that I was still there as he sucked the black guy off. I had assumed he was just going to suck the black lad off but after a while Alex stood up and said something to the black guy who nodded. I watched as Alex pulled his pants down, rubbed some lube on his arse and then leaned against a tree, pushing his arse out. The black guy was up him in seconds and after about ten or twelve thrusts he was cumming in Alex's arse. When the black guy had pulled his pants up and left Alex joined me grinning happily. "That was awesome," he said "Thanks for staying close." We decided to make our way down to the fuck tree - stopping off on the way to let Alex suck off an older guy - and soon we were approaching the fuck tree. It was quite busy - a few guys were bent over the tree being fucked and a few more were hanging around, some of them wanking as they watched the fucking and a couple of guys were being sucked off near the tree. I could see Alex watching wide eyed and for a while we stood back a little and watched the action. I was standing behind Alex and I put my arms round him and he pressed up against me. I could feel him pushing his arse against my cock and this, together with the fact that I had watched him taking a load in his mouth and one up his arse, was making me horny. It was a bit quieter now and Alex turned round "I think I'm ready" he whispered. "Come with me." We moved slowly towards the tree and soon Alex had my cock out and was down sucking me off. He sucked me for a while and then he stood up and kissed me. "Are you ready to go over the tree?" I asked him and he nodded. I watched as Alex pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over the tree and then I moved in behind him, pushed my cock up his arse and began to fuck him. As I fucked him I could see a tall mixed race guy watching us and slowly he moved closer to us. I fucked Alex for a bit longer and then I leaned forward "I'm going to pull out now," I said "Are you ok with that?" Alex nodded and I pulled out and motioned to the mixed race guy to take my place. He pushed his cock up Alex and began to fuck him as I moved round and pushed my cock into Alex's mouth. It was really horny watching him being barebacked by a total stranger and after a few more thrusts the mixed race guy shot his load up Alex's arse and pulled out. Nothing happened for a few minutes and then a younger lad approached Alex, tentatively felt his arse and meeting no resistance got his cock out and pushed it up Alex's arse. It was incredibly horny - it was a beautiful warm night and the air was thick with the smell of aftershave, cigarette smoke and poppers. Guys were being sucked and fucked all around now and almost no one was using a condom. Alex was now being fucked by an older guy and when he pulled out another guy took over and then a much older guy fucked him. I had, as promised, stayed close to Alex to make sure that nothing happened to him that he didn't want but he seemed to be enjoying every minute of it. I was so horny now I needed to cum and I noticed that the young black lad who had fucked Alex at the top path was now bent over the fuck tree being fucked. When the guy fucking him pulled out I moved in behind the lad and pushed my cock up his arse, which was wet with cum. I fucked him hard and fast and after just ten or twelve thrusts I shot a massive load up his arse. After this we took a break and moved away from the tree. As we both took a cold drink I asked Alex if he was ok and he said "Fuck yeah, this is awesome.....fucking awesome!" I asked him if he had had enough or if he was up for more and he said he would like to get fucked a bit more, but maybe a bit later. Then he grinned and said "Why don't you take a turn?" Alex said he knew I liked to bottom said it would really turn him on to see me being fucked. I was hesitant - what if no one wanted to fuck me - but in the end I agreed and soon I was bent over the tree, pants at my ankles and arse lubed, as Alex stood close by and watched. Nothing happened for a while and then I felt someone behind me and soon a cock was being pushed up my arse. I decided not to turn round to see who was fucking me and after a while the guy shot his load up me and pulled out. A fit lad who was fucking the guy next to me pulled out and moved behind me and soon I was being fucked again. This guy didn't cum up me but pulled out and let someone else take his place. I looked round at Alex and had a momentary panic - he wasn't there and I couldn't see him. Then I realised he was bent over the tree next to me being fucked by the fit lad who had pulled out of me. It was really horny being fucked over the tree next to Alex and even hornier when both the guys fucking us shot their loads at the same time. We had both had enough now and soon we were making our way back up through the bushes to the path. Alex thanked me for taking him and said it had been the most awesome experience. As we walked up he stopped and grimaced, his hand on his side. "Hang on a minute," he said as he started to pull his trousers down. "I think I need to...." I turned away but he said "No, wait.." and then he squatted and pushed his arse out. A load of cum spurted out his arse, followed by more and then more. I realised that more of the guys who fucked him must have cum in him than I realised. Alex pushed some more cum out his arse and then pulled his pants up and grinned. "Awesome!" he said. Back at my flat we showered and then got into bed. Alex put his arms around me and kissed me. He pulled me on top of him and kissed me again. Then he reached for my cock, which was now hard again, and raised his legs. I fucked him on his back, his legs high in the air, and somehow managed to shoot another load into his arse. I enjoyed every minute of my time with Alex and when it came time for him to go back to university and me to move into my new house I knew I would miss him, We kept in touch for a while but never got together again. It was just about a year later that I encountered Alex's friend Josh again. I was cruising in the Vault after work one Friday evening and I recognised Josh. He was being fucked in the little recess area beside the glory hole cabins. Remembering what Alex had told me about him I assumed the guy fucking him would be wearing a condom so I was really surprised when the guy shot his load and pulled out to see that his cock was bare. Josh stayed in position and an older guy moved in and pushed his bare cock up Josh's arse. Josh seemed a bit drunk as he turned round and leaned into the little dark room and when the guy fucking him pulled out he stayed bent over, his head in the darkroom and his arse in the air. I was horny and was fairly sure Josh would not remember me and so I stepped up and pushed my bare cock up his arse. I fucked him slowly for a while and then took hold of his hips and began to fuck him harder until I shot what felt like a massive load right up his arse. Another guy had been watching and wanking as I fucked Josh and when I pulled out he took my place. I couldn't help wondering what had turned Josh from Mr Safe Sex to a cumdump who didn't even look round to see who was fucking him in little more than a year. I was enjoying myself now - somehow my experiences with Patrick and with Alex had made me more confident and more comfortable with the decisions I was making. I knew there would be no turning back.

I've sat in booths in XXX bookstores, pants down, playing with myself, and saying out loud, "Will somebody PLEASE fuck me?" LOL. Hey, say it enough and it works. [EG] But you've gotta be willing to take ANYBODY.

Uncle's boyfriend, he was 33 I was 10.

Sorry - editing someone's posts is for any reason without their permission is wrong. There are times I intentionally spell things wrong - I drop the letter "g" a lot (fuckin vs fucking, etc.) - or I don't capitalize words. The purpose of fiction is to let the writer tell his story his way, develop his characters, any fuckin' way he wants! Admittedly I'm not a writer, I've not posted stories here and aren't likely to do so. But if I did, and someone changed it for any reason, especially to make it grammatically correct or to change it from how I speak, or how my characters speak to something more formal - I'd be pissed. Fiction is what comes out of the writer's mind - not what comes out of someone else's mind. If someone doesn't like the style of a writer - don't fucking read it! This isn't the first writer here who has complained about their story being changed. I've seen other writers post about the exact same thing, they were totally pissed off and at least one of them I know of has substantially stopped writing because of it - and no one owned up to what was going on. So drscorpio thank you for stepping up and letting pervinmt know something was happening and he's not going crazy. rawTOP - I would ask that you reconsider the editing your moderators do on here. I'm sure there are other more important things they could do rather than change people's fiction. Let people write like they talk - no harm, no foul.

Different perspectives. I LOVE being a slut. I top and bottom. I love fucking and love getting off. No shame at all here. People can be prudes and think what they want but none of that matters to me. Besides, my personal life is private and no one knows about any of that but me. I'm shooting my load multiple times a day and that's all that matters to me.

Fuck a fat bear at bookstore tonight. No rubber, no lube cept my dripping cock. He was nice n tight, and let me rawdawg him with no questions asked. He left with a nice big poz load in his guts. ?

Fuck Yeah! Reading your perfectly written story is better than watching any porn. Just ask my cock! I hope you can soon look after our hunger and need for more of your perfectly paced and well written words.

I suppose after lurking here for awhile this is as good a place as any to make my first post. I started messing around with guys my own age when I was about 8ish, like many guys do. A couple years after that I, for a period of about a year and a half or so I was fooling around with acquaintance of my dads who was in his thirties and then him and my dad both. I've never used the word "molested" when referring to my experience because it makes me uncomfortable because despite applicable, I enjoyed myself a lot, and I don't have negative associations with that times. I never told anyone about it until I was in my late 30's a few years ago, after he had passed away. There were a couple of reasons for that. One I didn't want people to think them as monsters. And felt like a bit of a freak for viewing an experience that is for many a horrible, traumatic even, as extremely erotic for me. Plus I've never liked being accused being a liar, and given what happened I can see people not believing it. I can now accept that I myself was VERY lucky on several different levels. In that if circumstances had been different, it could have been a terrible thing to happen , that the the circumstances all came together for that brief period of time to make it happen. I mean a lot of guys don't even think about a trick they had last night, 30 years later I still some terrific memories. I do wonder if it I fluenced the type of guy I go for, since they were both hairy, bearded, redneck guys and I still go for that. And having met other people with similar positive experiences, is a big reassurement.

I've always had a natural ability in sucking cock. I was sucking cock for years before >I even thought about anal, either giving or getting. I was very young when I gave my first bj, and even then I was deepthroating without being told to. I have never understood what the whole gag reflex thing is, but I guess I don't have it. I've done several marathon cocksucking/facefucking over the years, i'd say once every month or two. Usually they're only a few guys, maybe 2 hours tops, but some of them were quite the workout. I have a bit of a reputation in that regards. Most recent one was early December last year. I had recently moved from Toronto to Calgary, and one of my regulars from Toronto happened to be at one of the bars here in calgary (Back Lot) with his partner. I invited him over after he was done at the bar, but what I hadn't planned on was him bring about 12 other guys from the bar with him. Not knowing this, I had already blindfolded myself and was on my knees waiting, as was the norm with him. They all ended up fucking my throat with my head against the wall and using my mouth like they would an ass or pussy. 5 hours later they were all done, and I had taken multiple loads from some of them. Never saw any of their faces, and furiously beat off the second everyone had left. I had no shortage of lube as my face was a mess from cum and drool and shot my own load within minutes.

Most I ever took was 19 men. It was my 26th birthday, and a buddy of mine whored me out of a Super 8 Motel in San Antonio, Texas. I was blindfolded and took every cock that showed up. I can't remember the load count, but it was about even with the number of men that were inside me.

I was at a gay gym, and there were rooms that could be rented. So, one time I was there a guy invited me to join him in one of those rooms. And I did. And so did his friends. It was a total of four guys. And they all fucked me! Though while one would be fucking me, I would be giving another a blowjob, and stroking off the other two. Then when the guy fucking me shot his load inside me, it was another guy's turn. I had so much cum dripping out of my ass! It was incredible!