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All night slam session with two AIDS pigs. Really sleazy session and had them both worship my cock and body. Probably got some new gifts to pass on to others now

Chemmed out and need to play give me tight fit holes to poz up

Part 5 I laid there on all fours with my hole leaking his seed uncontrollably. It was so much and my ass just kept pulsing it out instictively. Feeling his poz cum slowly dribble down my ballsack on onto my wifes favorite sheets kept me in bliss for awhile. Seeing that widening stain of cum though got my inner cumslut back in control. If I was going to waste all of his potent hot charged seed I was going to need a refill soon but I also wanted to make sure I gave his babymakers a chance to impregnate me. I moved to my wifes side table and rummaged through all the dusty junk and there it still was, Gigantor. It really was not a massive dildo, just girthy. When I gifted it to my wife to try and see if she had any interest in sex at all I figured Gigantor would be the thing to peak her libido. Alas it did nothing and it has sat in that drawer untouched. I knew it's girth would be perfect to stretch my ring to the limit and hopefully tear a little. I know there are other ways to irritate that area but figured at least it would be hotter jerking Gigantor into my tight hole and have his poz seed as lube. I laid there working my hole with the tip and finally worked to press it into my hole. It took all my strength to push down with my hole and push up but Gigantor was slowly stretching me open. Finally I had it to the hilt and I knew from the pain I was enduring that I was definitely bleeding some. Then I got to work stroking that magnificient piece of silicone in and out as hard as I could muster. It was heaven and soon my hole was making nasty slurking slupping sounds as Gigantor whipped up all of my gifters load. Speaking of he sounded out from the other room wondering if there was a plumbing issue. I moaned, "No it's working just fine". Finally with my energy waning I pulled the monster dildo out of my ass and smiled when I saw some red streaks, I let it plop right next to the cum stain. Gonna have to run these sheets to the dry cleaners was my next hought, followed by, my top friend better have another load to add. Part 6 later

@losolent, this story has drawn me in totally. There are many really good stories on Breeding Zone, but for whatever reason, your writing reaches out and grabs hold of me. That is truly outstanding. Yeah, I want to read the sexy stuff, but I am thrilled to read of Tom's development. This is also the first comment I have ever posted on this site, even though I have been a (lurking) member for an embarrassing number of years. Thanks for this, and I anxiously await the next chapter.

Part 2 - Belated 18th Birthday Present Finally we left for LA and my 18th birthday present was for us all to spend a week in California enjoying the beach and sights. It was exciting but in reality it wasn't the Medina river where Brad and I both loved the solitude it afforded us. Still this was an adventure and we stayed in one of the posher hotels in LA close to Santa Monica beach. Not bad I joked to Brad as this was the first time I had left Texas or even ventured this far from Medina, excluding my rescue of Brad in his hour of need. That afternoon we spent on the beach, our parents strolled along the beach for an hour or so and Brad and I laid in the sun and swam in the ocean. It really was a world away from our lives that were very simple in context to how hectic and busy the next couple of days would be. We fitted in two movie studio tours and some of the popular touristy bits. Always coming back at the end of the day to the amazing swimming pool and comfy loungers on the terrace. The weekend we all decided would be spent chilling out at the hotel or beach and dining as a family. For me it was the best present ever mostly due to Brad being with us and importantly me, we spent all the time together. That Sunday afternoon I stayed out by the pool, luckily I was a person who tanned quite evenly unlike some of the lobsters walking around. Brad and our parents had gone to the hotel bar for some shade and a cool drink, I had a niggly feeling I was being watched and did a quick glance around, everyone seemed to be minding their own business and not necessarily looking at me. I dived in to the pool and swam a few lengths at a leisurely pace then climbed out and walked towards my lounger, standing there letting the sun drying me off I was facing the restaurant and outdoor seating on the terrace above me. The woman ascending the steps from the restaurant caught my eye she was smartly dressed and very business like in her appearance and reaching the bottom it looked like she was walking towards me. She walked past clearly having a good look at my face any body then she doubled back and stood in front of me. "I'm sorry to be so forward but you caught my eye and trust me that doesn't happen usually" she said. I looked at her "Caught your eye?" replying and looking at her a little confused. "Forgive me" she said "I'm Patricia Manon from Manon International Models" she held out her hand. Not sure what this was about I shook her hand "Tom, just Tom from Texas" she smiled and handed me her card. "Have you ever considered modelling?" she asked me. I shook my head "No why would I?" I replied chuckling. "You are perfect, your facial features and your body is perfect" she said looking me up and down. "Oh right" was all I could say. "Pop by my office at 10am tomorrow, I would like to get some photos if your interested" she smiled at me. I looked at the card "Oh, well I am here on holiday with my family" I said trying to hand the card back. She refused to take it "Seriously think about it Tom from Texas" she smiled and walked off. Amused I looked at the card and picked up my things to find the rest of my family at the bar. Putting the card down on the table I explained to them about what had just happened. Brad was the first to encourage me to go and that he would come along with me as a chaperone. My mother agreed with Brad and said that she and Seth wanted to go shopping anyway and that I was old enough to make my own decisions and should take the opportunity even if nothing happens it will be an experience. Convinced that it would just be a day out and something to laugh about tomorrow evening we made plans and looked on our phones to make sure we knew how to get to the offices. Brad chuckled as we stood outside the building gently pushing me to go through the doors to the reception. The receptionist explained that only I was allowed up to the floor where Manon International were based, Brad said he would have a wander around and grab a coffee. He pulled me back and sternly he told me to call if I wanted out, I nodded unsure why I was feeling very nervous as my life was not depending on this, modelling was the furthest thing I wanted to do and shook off the feeling getting in the elevator up to the 10th floor. The doors opened and I stepped out in to another world, everyone was dressed in what looked like tailored designer clothing, perfect make up and hair styles, the few men I saw wore shiny fitted suits groomed to within an inch of their life. then there was me in my shorts and t-shirt wearing reefs. If anyone looked out of place then hello over here I seemed to scream come look at me and sure enough many people looked down their noses passing me by. The reception was manned by a young guy in his mid 20's who I assumed was gay judging by his mannerisms and the way he looked at man walking past his desk who had a very arrogant 'do you know who I am' look and obviously a model. I walked up to his desk and saw the plaque with his name 'Steve' written on it. "Excuse me" I said interrupting him typing an email out, he turned his head and continued typing. Steve looked me up and down "Were not casting at present" he said returning to his screen. Hell what now I thought standing there until he looked again "I'm sorry I was asked to come here" I said quietly. Steve's fingers stopped moving over his keyboard and he stood up and looked at my shorts and reefs "Oh". He picked up the phone looking directly at me "Patty I think this Tom from Texas is here" he said to the phone. Nodding at the phone "Okay" he said and hung up "Take a seat over there" he told me pointing at the sofa. I walked over and noticed from the reflection in the shiny wall behind the sofa that Steve was watching me very carefully. Sitting down I caught his eyes briefly then he turned and tapped away and answered several calls. His eyes continued to bore in to me when he wasn't typing on his computer. After five minutes Patricia came out of her office. "Tom you came, I am so thrilled you decided to come Tom" Patricia said walking over to me. I stood up holding my hand out "Well I have nothing on this morning" I stupidly said then smiled at her. Patricia laughed "Don't be nervous Tom, how about getting some photos" she said then guided me down the hall. We entered a door marked Studio A, it looked like one of those loft conversion places but segregated in to a few different scenes and a screen in one corner hiding another part of the studio. There was a photographer shooting a female model who I didn't really think was very nice as he called the model out several times 'Chloe if your not going to pull yourself together get out of the studio' was one remark I heard him say. Instantly I thought if this is how it is I might as walk as I don't need someone like that badgering me. Patricia took me to where the screen was and to wait for a moment. I could hear her talking to the photographer who she called Eddie, Patricia popped back round telling him he would be done in 5 fives and offered me a coffee. I declined feeling sick and unsure what I was letting myself in for. "Tom this is Eddie who will be shooting you for an hour" Patricia said introducing him appearing round the screen. Eddie nodded at me but without really looking "A new one, you got to be kidding me Patty" he said disappearing again. Patricia smiled "Photographers Tom, just ignore him he is quite temperamental when working" she said. It did nothing to quell my fear "I don't want to do this" I said standing up. "Nonsense Tom, you must be intrigued as you came here" she said handing me some white briefs. Nervously I took them "You want me to wear these?" I asked her looking shocked. Patricia laughed "Of course we need to see how you transpire on film" she said "don't worry". She disappeared round the other side of the screen leaving me holding the briefs, brief they were and very revealing. Debating for a moment and hearing her having words with Eddie to be nicer to me as he was frightening me off, I decided to do it and quickly changed. Eddie appeared and looked me over making me even more nervous, it also gave me the opportunity to study him in more detail. I guessed he was in his early 30's and pretty attractive, tattooed and muscled with dark cropped hair he wore a stubble and stood a couple inches taller than me. In the beginning he showed no interest in me, but then why would he I thought. All he saw was yet another model he was going to have to contend with, in his own right he was quite formidable and didn't take any crap from the models he was shooting, after all it was his work that made them. Fortunately I managed to supress my urge to vomit and run following him out to the staging area. It didn't take long for him to get annoyed with me as I didn't understand what he was asking me to do. Patricia came over and helped moving my body to the poses he wanted. She explained that I would get some training so I knew how to react to the camera if I was taken on, nodding in Eddie's direction she told me he was the best and bear with him. It felt like hours being photographed but in reality it was no more than 45 minutes, during this time I could see Patricia and Eddie looking at a screen as the images came up, they would both nod and quietly talk. Every now and then she would smile and look at Eddie who would smile back then look at me quickly. "Thanks Tom that was great" Eddie said without looking at me "we are all done". I just sat there like an idiot for a moment "What do I do now?" I asked. Eddie looked up and laughed "Go and get changed dude, then wait outside Patricia's office" he said. Yeah okay I admit I didn't want to leave as I was quite happy looking at Eddie in his tight t-shirt and wanted to lick him all over. Somehow I got up and found myself behind the screen getting changed, as I left the studio Eddie looked up and said good bye and see you soon, before I could reply he had turned back to the female model and continued photographing her. Steve her assistant smiled and brought me a coffee over being more friendlier than he was when I arrived. Patricia called from her office and her assistant looked at me and said to go through. "Please sit down Tom" she said as I entered her office "how did it feel?" she asked. I looked confused "How did what feel?" I replied. "Being photographed extensively like that?" she said holding large photographic prints in her hand. "Oh, just like having loads of selfies taken, I didn't expect I would be in underwear" I laughed. She looked up and smiled "Well I think we may be able use some of these in your portfolio". I looked at her "Is that a good thing?" I asked unsure where this was going. Patricia nodded "It's a start, I may need you to come back in a couple of weeks, your expenses will be paid". She stood in an obvious your dismissed way, walking me to the elevator she placed the prints on the assistants desk and I said good bye having given Steve my contact details, I pressed the ground floor button watching the doors close as she turned away clearly seeing Steve having a good look at my photos. "Oh my god Patty" Steve said looking up at her. Patricia smiled "He has no idea Steve. Get a portfolio together and circulate it" she said "today that is". Oblivious to what was taking place up there the elevator stopped at the ground floor and the doors opened, smiling I saw Brad was waiting with two coffees. He laughed and pretended to walk like a model towards me making me laugh. We left to walk back to the hotel and I told him how things went, how I felt like a fish out of water, what I had to wear and how rude the photographer was. We walked for ages and kind of glad to be outside feeling the sun beating down on me until we arrived back at the hotel. It felt so good spending this much time with Brad as I always felt at ease and comfortable around him. We had become even more close if that was possible and it turned out as we got older we liked many of the same things in life. The only annoying thing about him was his attempt to get me to have sex with any guy who looked at us, constantly he would rib me and tell me to start enjoying life more. When I had my head turned he would literally start pushing me back trying to get me to engage the person in conversation, just in case they swung my way. But on the inside I was still to unsure about myself and lacked the self confidence. The one thing that struck me was when we walked along the beach front and people often looked at us and smiled, especially as he always had his arm around my shoulder and we were laughing. They would clearly take us as being a couple and he didn't seem to mind it one bit and often played the part laughing afterwards. If you were clever you could read between the lines but I never saw it from my perspective. We spent the last few days relaxing and travelling down the coast visiting San Diego and stopping at various places along the route, at La Jolla we walked along the beach where I felt a certain kind of belonging imaging myself living here and literally falling in to the sea from one of the beach side houses that looked incredibly expensive. Was I sad to be leaving LA after our week, naturally as I had found a love for the beach and not so humid weather we had back in Texas, but you know, it wasn't Medina and it didn't have the beauty and tranquillity of the countryside. I got back in to my studies and returned to the ranch at lunchtime several days after our return. Everyone was out at work and the ranch house was empty apart from the housekeeper, I ran in shouting hello and filling my rucksack with fruit and water. Since the sun was out it was a perfect day to read up about my next course beside the river. The housekeeper Maria called out telling me a package had arrived on the mail table in the entrance hall. I wandered out and picked up the thick envelope it was post marked Manon International. I had almost forgotten anything would come of it, I took it back to our bedroom putting it on the bed and headed off to the river. Returning home later that afternoon Brad and Seth were already home, completely forgetting about my delivery I went straight in to the kitchen and family room grabbing a soda I sat down chatting with them. Brad and I headed to our bedroom to shower and change, we were at that stage where our parents had talked about giving us separate rooms. To my surprise Brad was the one dead set against the idea explaining that we were both happy living in the wing, I didn't seem to get a say in this but frankly I didn't mind as I really enjoyed his company and it kept me grounded. Brad stripped naked and went first then I followed taking slightly longer, it was times like this when you want to taste the forbidden fruit. Seeing him naked I loved how his body looked and the naturalness about his looks, I could see the results of his working out again since returning from university. He wasn't built like Eddie was and reflecting Eddie's build was way to muscular for me, but Brad, he was just perfect and it made my heart ache. Showering and thinking about Brad had got me aroused, think nasty thoughts I said myself trying to get me cock down. When I returned in to the bedroom drying myself I noticed Brad holding the package that came earlier. "You haven't opened this yet" he said handing it to me. I sat on the bed holding the package and looking at it "No, I don't know if I want to" I replied. Brad sat next to me "What are worried about Tommy" he asked putting his arm around my shoulder. I looked at him "The unknown, what if this changes my life and do I want it". For the first time Brad kissed me on the forehead "I will always be here for you and protect you Tom" he said. I gave a little sigh "Yeah, until you have settled down with Melinda" I replied. Brad ignored the response "Well you going to open it then?". Nodding I opened the package and took the folder out that contained a letter on the cover from Patricia. My mouth dropped open as I got in to reading the letter and opened the folder to find a contract inside for one year with a salary of $50k and a clause underneath I didn't understand, it took Seth having a look to explain that the deal gets better if you become a popular model he said with some scepticism. But he told me it was my decision but whatever I decide I must not throw my education away and keep studying. That night Brad had gone in to town to see Melinda so I returned alone to our bedroom, I was tired and leaned over from the bed retrieving my journal it's hiding place. Opening it to a new page I wrote 'It seems like ages since I downloaded what has been going on in my head or life. Next week I fly to LA and do some test shoots for modelling, yeah I know crazy right, but this woman seemed to think I had the looks and persuaded me to try it out. Hands up I am not expecting anything, in fact I don't really want to do it as it means being away from Medina, the one place where I actually feel safe and free. We spent a week in LA which is how I got hunted would be the word to describe the unusual set of circumstances. Anyway it was a great week and I got to spend so much time with Brad and do the things we like to do. I feel more and more for him but my feelings are best kept hidden from him and our family, I just can't stop them as the time we spend together just feels so precious. At times I have to remind myself who he is as much as it breaks my heart I wonder if I will ever find anyone like him. I have not been the same since that day at the river when he held me so close and I can't stop picturing him and I walking in the Medina river laughing and talking without a care in the world. So next week I head off with no expectation, probably an angry photographer who is sexy in a different way. Lets see what becomes of me after this'. I hid the journal away and climbed in to bed switching the bedside light off. The following week on Monday morning I flew over to LA for 3 days, my instructions when I entered the arrivals concourse was to look for a driver holding a sign with my name on, I suppose it was Steve's idea of a joke a man stood there with a sign 'Tom From Texas'. He ushered me towards the car and drove me to Manon International's office, I took the elevator up and surprised to see how busy it was compared to last time I was here. Steve spotted me and laughed "You found the driver then Tom from Texas" he said walking towards me. "Very funny" I replied following him down the corridor to Studio A "Who is the taking the pictures?" I asked him. Steve smiled "Eddie of course, never fear Tom from Texas you don't have tattoos" he said opening the door. What a strange remark I thought unsure what he meant by it, Patricia saw me and came hurrying over and I saw Eddie photographing a male model. Eddie turned and looked at me expressionless, he went back to the model and took a couple of snaps then threw his hands up. For one person he had a plethora of emotions that you would see in one photo shoot the grumpy, happy, irritated, irrational, elated. It was all there and you never knew what you were going to get in what order. Patricia took me behind the screen as Eddie berated the male model several times, stop smiling, smile, lift your chin, your chin stupid. I shook my head knowing this was going to be fun, already deciding if he started on me I would walk. Patricia brought over 10 polo shirts and 5 pairs of shorts, she apologised that she had meetings today but would pop by and check on me in between. Brace for impact I told myself as I changed in to the t-shirt and shorts provided, I could hear Eddie finishing. The male model came round the screen and quickly changed "Good luck with him" he said and stormed off. "How you doing Tom?" Eddie asked appearing around the screen "Came back for more punishment". "Sorry, I am nearly ready" I replied getting frustrated as I didn't want to start on a bad foot with him. Eddie put his camera down and walked towards me "Here let me help" he said straightening the collar of the polo shirt. My eyes accidentally caught his "Thanks, will you go easy on me?" I asked in hope, he looked at me and smiled. "Not a chance" he replied "Well maybe a little" he then said with a glint in his eyes catching me off guard. His hand brushing against the naked skin of my neck "Why do you want me to go easy on you?" he asked. I nervously giggled like a child "It is my first time" I quietly replied. "I know and what else have you never done before?" he asked slowly doing the button watching me. I was captivated by his eyes "Many things" I replied looking at his hands and tattooed arms. "Right come on, time is money" he suddenly said snapping me back to reality. It was definitely peculiar and maybe it was his way of getting me to relax. Anyway the shoot went well and he never got irritated with me instead he would walk over and help position me the first few times, eventually I felt a confidence to respond to him without guidance. You know Eddie really was a nice guy when you took the professionalism out of him and I actually liked working with him. Patricia had come in and sat with us for an hour, even she saw a different side to Eddie as he worked with me. At lunchtime they looked through the photos nodding and pointing I had no idea what was going on. "What has come over you Eddie?" Patricia asked him looking at the photographs. Eddie glanced at her "It's his first day, thought I would cut him some slack" he replied smiling. Patricia picked a photo out "You never cut anyone slack" she replied looking over at me "Do you see it?". Eddie nodded scratching his head "Incredible, you could shoot him from any angle it just works". Patricia left after dropping off some more clothing and we got to work. I was tired, yeah I know, but it is exhausting standing in front of a camera all day trust me. But at 3pm Eddie called time as I was loosing focus a little, he put his camera down 'Amazing Tom' he said walking towards and patting me on the shoulders. Sometimes crazy things come out of my mouth and this was one of them moments "I am not a dog you know". Eddie looked then burst out laughing "What you want me to hug you instead" he asked smiling. I didn't know what to do "No" I giggled stupidly "just thank you so I know it was okay". Eddie turned back to his camera "Oh right, you want me to boost your ego and you end up like the rest of them". "The rest of who?" I asked confusingly. Eddie looked at me "Just don't change and become self centred like the other models" he said. I stood there completely confused by him, hell no actually I was looking at his body under his tight t-shirt before I caught myself. I walked behind the screen and never saw him look over his shoulder at me disappearing from view. Getting changed I was all thumbs and knew it was down to him. So distant yet so very close it was like I could still smell him as if he was close, and he was, leaning against the wall watching me. "Not bad for your first time Tom" he said smiling at me. I looked down fumbling with my bad "Thank you for going easy on me". Eddie laughed "For you I will go easy if it is your first time" he said, I didn't look up in case I looked embarrassed. I smiled still packing my bag, I stood up and looked at him "Let's see what tomorrow brings" I replied. He walked over and hugged me catching me by surprise "Just bring your A game back tomorrow and we will find out". Dazed and totally aroused I walked out of the studio and sat down opposite Steve waiting for my car to arrive to take me back to the hotel, so I may still be a little wet behind the ears but I knew that he appeared to be flirting with me and I loved it. Steve turned to look studying me for a moment. "Did you have fun with Eddie?" Steve asked "Only you didn't run out crying or frustrated". I looked at him curiously "He is nice to work with" I replied. Steve shot a surprised look "Nice?" he remarked "Hmm no one ever says he is nice to work with". "He was very helpful and patient" I said checking I had my phone. Steve shook his head "Gay and bad tempered, models hate working with him but he is one of the best". I chuckled more so knowing he was gay "Maybe people misunderstand him, he does know what he is doing" I replied. Steve laughed at me "Right, one photo shoot and your now a professional Tom from Texas". Steve leaned forward over his desk "Did he try it on with you, I mean your straight right?" he asked me. "No well I don't think he tried it on, flirted a little" I replied but didn't answer about my sexuality. "Eddie has a partner in New York but has casual sex here in LA. Bastard won't even look at me" Steve said huffing. I nodded "Oh so your gay?" I said rolling my eyes to the ceiling at my stupid remark. Steve looked at me "Are you really that stupid you didn't notice I was?". "Sorry I just haven't met that many gay people before" I replied honestly. Steve shrugged his shoulders "Anyway I don't have muscle or tattoos. That's what Eddie likes I his men". "Car is here" Steve called over "See you tomorrow Tom from Texas". Today really did go well and gave me a lot to think about, what I never expected to hear was learning Eddie was gay and I suppose attracted to him but from what Steve said he was hard to get and very specific in his taste of men. I hit the hotel pool and gym, had a little dinner before reading then having a facetime call with Brad, my one sanity check when I was away and it would be these weekly chats that I loved most when not at Medina. The second day and third day was much like the first except there was more people in the studio who I had never met but seemed to know Patricia and Eddie well. I was modelling summer beach wear which involved some quick changes on the scene in front of everyone but thankfully nothing to revealing was required at the moment. Eddie chatted as he photographed me often making me laugh and catching it on camera, he would pause and place his hands on my body moving me gently and encouraging me. The difference towards me was very clear to everyone in the room and they were perplexed, muttering to each other wondering but none of them knew the big ass secret I was hiding about my sexuality and that Eddie was pushing it to the surface. Well to me it was a secret and to them it was life. When I had a break Patricia came over with a robe for me to put on and I sat watching him photograph a different male model, Eddie showed none of the compassion or chatter that they had just seem with me. By lunchtime we finished with a few swimwear shots then I went behind the screen to change for my flight back to Texas and home. The studio emptied except for Eddie and me, excitingly they were all heading to Patricia's office to go through the photos. "You know I have never liked a model as much as I like you" he said surprising me standing there. "Why is that?" I asked "I mean I see how different you are with the other models" I explained. Eddie looked at me "Your different Tom, not pretentious like the ones that come through the door" he said. I shrugged my shoulder "I don't really get it" laughing as I replied. Eddie sat down on the stool "Your just Tom, the man behind the face and you are incredibly nice". "Thanks" I replied unable to even know what to say to him. Eddie smiled "You must get loads of girls throwing themselves at you, do you have a girlfriend?" he asked. I chuckled and shook my head "No" I replied and left it at that. "Boyfriend?" Eddie asked and turned to look at me, I couldn't answer, thankfully the door opened. Steve walked in "Tom from Texas your car is here and I have your flight details for next week" he called out. "Coming" I replied standing "I will see you next week" I said to Eddie who was fiddling with his camera. He looked at me and smiled "Definitely". Steve looked up from his desk as I approached "I will send you through your flight details Tom from Texas". I gazed at him "Stop calling me that" I bantered with him yawning "sorry I'm knackered, it's tiring". Steve tutted "So hard looking at a camera" he laughed "Oh the life of a model". "I am no model" I said chuckling as I walked away "See you next week". Steve turned in his seat "Awe bless The Model called Tom, I think that is what I will call you now, and for the record you are a model" he said smiling. Steve was beginning to be more friendlier towards me and we were getting on quite well. He told me he only liked me as I didn't act like other models which lead me to wonder what they must really be like, since he was the second person to tell me that. But he and most of the other people at Manon International just saw me as Tom from Texas, most just ignoring me. I didn't want fame or fortune or to be the sexiest male model alive, but the word Steve used in the office that day 'The Model Called Tom' would cause me to giggle when he referred to me in that way, those simple words would get banded around the office and before long that was how I would eventually be known. Part of me was glad to be heading home and looking forward to seeing everyone, it felt like so much had happened and I had been away months. I slept in until 10am after talking in to the early hours with my family, they were all interested to find out how things went and what I was wearing and who was I modelling for. I filled them in with as much as I could realising I knew very little only that it was a department store. I did some studying and caught up with my coursework and spent the weekend afternoons with Brad at the river reading and talking. Brad confessing to me how happy he was to have me back for a few days. But time flew and before I knew it I was back at the airport Sunday evening for my flight to LA and this would mark a significant point in my life...

Last Saturday night I was chatting with this pretty 18 year old. He was sitting wide-eyed on a bench outside the showers, ogling the guys strutting their stuff. I sat down beside him and said, "Hi." It was his first time at the Baths, and he was nervous. He found the atmosphere intimidating and was scared to death of "catching something." He wanted sex (at least he said he did); but all the guys were too old or fat or withered or diseased. And he was shocked by all the "unsafe sex." Several guys walked by clutching little vials, and he asked me what Poppers did for them. He'd never tried them. "They're no big deal, really. They just relax you and make you feel more sociable." "Got any?" "In my locker. Be right back." But they weren't in my locker. I had 'em stuffed in the waist folds of my towel all along. I just needed an excuse to find my bud. Adam was sitting in the TV Room. He'd already noticed the cute thing I was with, as had everybody in the Club by then. "Gonna fuck him?" "He's pretty green. It's his first trip here, and he's scared to death. I need your help. You get first dibs." I told him we'd meet him in the Maze, then hurried back to the Kid. He was relieved to see me round the corner as some "Sleazy Old Trolls" had put the make on him. I handed him the bottle and told him to take a little sniff to see how they affected him. He did so, maybe for a moment longer than I would have recommended, then moaned that he felt "nice and hot." "Now there's the understatement of the year!" I asked him if he’d like to take a tour; and he said, "Yes." Upon spotting the "Sleazy Old Troll" who'd groped his Ass, he kept close on my tail. Once again he asked to borrow my Poppers. I told him to hang onto them. I had a feeling the Kid would need them a helluva lot more than I before the night was through. "Geez, thanks." He took a deep whiff and turned red. "They sure work wonders. Lemme know when you want 'em back." We entered the Maze and stood just inside the door, back lit only by a dim red light. The moaning emanating from the dark passages beyond was supplanted by the slap of flesh on flesh. Unnerved, the Youth uncapped the bottle and took another whiff. That's when Adam slipped behind him, and I stepped back into the shadows. The Kid sniffed from the bottle while Adam worked his Ass. I don't know what sweet-nothings my bud whispered in his ear, but they took off for Adam's room. As I waited for the outcome of their little tryst, I entered the bowels of the Maze in search of LOVE. An unlubed finger snaked up my Butt. Annoyed, I turned to confront my uncouth suitor, and discovered it was Alan. He led me to his room. The Kid was lying on his stomach. "Why's he sleeping?" "Well, he wanted to try something a little stronger than Poppers; and all I had was GHB." "Great! We can't leave him here like this!" But Adam is one of those imperturbable buggers whom nothing fazes. Between the two of us, we dragged the Kid back to the Maze and strapped him in the leather Sling. The Kid looked so angelic, his legs in stirrups high above his head, his glistening Mancunt soft and beckoning. I guess Adam couldn't help himself. After depositing a 2nd POZ LOAD up the Boy's Mancunt, he took off, leaving me alone with Poisoned Beauty. I reached down, dug my finger in his Pussy, and came away with a digit drenched in Spooge. I marveled at how salty. Adam's Seed is always salty. "AH, POZ CUM!" I sighed dramatically, recollecting the day two years before when Adam confided he was POZ. I'd always suspected I'd been the one who bred his Ass, but never breathed a word of it to anyone. I glanced down at Sleeping Beauty. Such a sweet Pussy! We were alone. He'd never be more fuckable. I shuddered as the 3rd POZ LOAD of the evening spurted up the Young Man's Ass. I headed for the showers to join my Bud, then to his room for a catnap. 2 A.M! Time to check on our Progeny. There was a lot of traffic in the Maze. One of the fabled "Old Trolls" stopped me excited. "Fuck! You should see what's going on." Still secured in the Sling was our Sacrificial Lamb. As I nudged my way amongst the damp towels, I realized what I'd first perceived as a mulling muck of Cocks and Balls was actually an orderly queue of Bareback Tops intent on breeding the Young Twink. "What's with the Kid?" I asked the Dude up next to dip his wick. "A PNP Boy who's overdosed," came his educated guess. "Then how cum he's strapped in like that?" "Must be a Cum Addict as well. Look. Do me a favor. Save my place. I'll be right back. I gotta piss." "No, wait. I know that Kid. He's into Watersports. Piss down his throat, then fuck his Ass." Word spread like wildfire. And so it was that one Top after another, the old, the infirm, the obese, and the diseased, joined ranks to fill both the Youngster's Holes with Piss and Cum. I saw the Kid take five dirty Loads at least. Of course he had it cuming. Justice rendered is justice deserved. They hadda take the Kid down a notch. The Punk was simply too goody two-shoes. I watched a pair of "Old Trolls," with purple KS lesions dotting their bodies, shoot up the Young Man's Butt. He was sure gonna be sore in the morning—not to mention the AIDS VIRUS which would make his life a Living Hell. I had to smile.

Part 1 He was one of the few straight guys I sold to and definitely the hotest. His name was Troy and he was 19. And at 6'2", lean 190 pounds, blond hair and blue eyes he was the next door AF/frat boy type. He had a scholarship at the local university, but lost it over the summer for some infraction (probably drugs). He was mostly doing weed and coke, until a girl he picked up one night introduced him to Tina. He loved fucking on Tina and developed a nice habit. That's where I came into the picture. She introduced Troy to me so that he could get his own supplies. Soon he was hitting me up on a regular basis, but always seemed to be short on cash. Now, I am an entrepreneur. I have several "businesses' I run in addition to selling the best shit on campus. One of my businesses is a video web site where guys show off (either solo or couple). I knew he needed cash and started to plant the seed in his brain at how much cash he could make in one night. The conversation wnet like this: Me: "If you need cash I have a way you can make $100 a night easy." Troy: "I'm not seeling drugs!" Me: "Nothing like that, I have a web site that features hot guys like you that show off for viewers all over the world." Troy: "I aint doing anything gay, I'm not a fog." Me: "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, but I will tell you the more you please your viewers the better tips you might get. I have a couple guys that clear close to a grand in one night." Troy: "I'll think about it." Me: "There's a special, secret viewing for those hot boys who like to blow clouds and stroke for the customer." I knew I had him thinking as I gave him a small supply of Tina for the night. It was enough to cloud his brain and when he wanted more without any means to pay for it I would have him. Sure enough by the next morning I got a text from him asking for more Tina. He and a girl he hung out with went through what he had in a few hours. He had no cash on hand and I brought up our discussion from a few hours earlier. I could tell he was in desperate need as he agreed to do the web site if I fronted him some Tina. I had him! He came over to where the video was broadcasted and I presented a contract for him to sign. He signed it without reading (what a dumb jock) and I gave him a teener of T. I informed him that he was to be back at the studio the next night around 8 pm to be prepared and given instructions. The next night he showed 5 minutes late (better late than never) and he was given a razor and instructed to trim or shave his balls, ass and chest. He was then led to a bathroom (which had a number of concealed cameras) where he proceeded to shave his entire body hair off. When he returned he was shown to his private room and told to show off for the viewers while chatting with them. I reminded him the more he would do for them he might get some tips. He spent the next 8 hours on camera stoking his coke (a nice coke actually, too bad by the time I'm done with him he won't really get to use it. By the end of the night he had received very few tips and only made $150. He was disappointed and asked "Do you have any suggestions how I could make more money. I lost viewers as the night went on." I asked him "Would you let another guy suck your dick? I know that would get you more viewers. They'd love to see a straight jock sucked off. I'd even up your base to $150 plus tips." Troy siad h "I need to think about that, when do I go on again?" I let him know he has a week to decide. The following week when he returned, hungry for some smoke made his decision easy. He agreed to have another guy suck his cock. I made sure he had plenty of G laced Gatorade (since it would help hide the taste) and plenty of Tina for them both to smoke. I knew with all those factors I might get him to do more. I had paired him up with Tommy, who was actually one of my vers/top studs and also HIV+! This session went better then his first session. He let the Tommy play with his cock and eventually give him a blow job while paying some attention to licking his taint and a few licks to his hole. As the night progress Tommy made sure that Troy smoked a lot of Tina. Troy started to get offers ($$) to blow Tommy. The first offer was $50 to which Troy politely replied that he was straight and didn't suck dick. The viewers questioned Troy on his sexuality and he continued to tell them that he was in deed straight. The offerd began to get better until the final one (prompted by me) came in offering him $500 to give Tommy a blow job to completion. I saw Troy's eye go wide at that offer and he thought this over. It was apparent that Troy was having dificulties getting hard as Tommy was still playing with his Tina dick. Tommy let Troy know that if they were going to make some serious cash they needed some action. I added to the fire with my private chat to them to get the action on before we lose any viewers and I lose money!! Tommy helped guide Troy's head to his crotch as Troy gave in knowing he needed to perform. He reluctantly began to suck Tommy's growing cock as he produced ample amounts of precum. Soon Tommy had Troy's mouth fully on his 9" cock as he he paid a little attention to Troys ass. Troy was lost in his attempt to suck cock for the first time he barely noticed Tommy work a finger coated in Tina laced lube into his hole. Troy was starting to get plesure from the attention to his ass while he attempted to suck his first cock. Tommy took his time as he added more lube and eventually a nice size shard of Tina to Troy's hole. Troy began to moan around Tommy's cock as more fingers were added to his hungry hole. When Tommy had worked a second shard inside Troy along with 3 fingers Troy was definitely entering slut mode when he asked Tommy "Oh god bro, that was feeling great, will you put your fingers back inside me." Tommy was perfect, "You want something in your straight, jock ass bro? How about my cock? Would you like me to slip my cock inside your ass?" Troy attempted to deny his fate, "Bro, I'm straight. I don't get fucked by guys" as he continued to suck Tommy's cock. Tommy pushed Troy down as far as he'd go onto his cock and asked "Do straight boy's like you suck cock? I know you want cock in your hole, it's hungry for me to breed it." Troy was completely defeated as he never let Troy's cock out of his mouth and shook his 'yes' letting Tommy know that he was accepting his fate. Tommy moved between Troy's legs positioning his bare cock at the jock's virgin hole. I made sure to get a close up of Troy's face on a split screen as Tommy's cock began to make its way where no man had ever been before. When Tommy's head breached the outer ring, there was a look of confusion on Troy's face. But as he slowly sank the full length into the Jock's ass the look turned to one of pure pleasure and desire. Tommy sank in balls deep as the Troy moaned out "Oh, fuck yeah!" Then he pulled out a bit and began to slowly initiate our former straight jock to the joys of man on man sex. With Tommy's abilities (and a little bit of Tina) he fucked Troy bast the time their show was supposed to end giving him 6 dirty poz loads of cum, and bringing this jock one step closer to being a gay porn star.

Part 1 I never found that perfect guy that night. I realised, a long time after, that he probably didn't exist. But I was young back then, that night when I agreed to meet him in a sauna. We 'had' to meet there as I lived with my parents and his flatmates didn't allow that sort of thing. I'd only just turned 18, but we'd spent so long talking online before then – months and months, at least. And he was the hottest guy I'd ever seen. He was a few years older than me, and had been a twink in school, but a few years of working in a physical job had given him compact muscles, his face was sharp and angular, and he had a great warming smile. He was perfect, and I'd made myself cum thinking of my skinny frame against his muscles many times. Usually on webcam, while he'd watch, but I'd never get to see him. So when I went down into the changing rooms of the sauna, I was just as excited as I was nervous. I'd always imagined saunas to be places filled with gross old perverts, but when I told my friend as much, he said he wouldn't let them near me, and that he'd take my virginity in front of all of them and make them jealous. Just the thought of it made me hard. The guys in the changing room weren't as gross as I thought they'd be, and in fact, some of them were actually quite muscular. I guessed they must use the gym upstairs before coming down. I was definitely the youngest person there by at least 10 years though, and I imagined they were all still perverts. I thought he'd be here by the time I got there, but one quick look around confirmed that he wasn't. I felt uncomfortable stripping in such an open space, and I wanted to see him first. I sent him a text asking where he was and sat on a bench away from the lockers, trying to ignore the stares I got from the occasional passerby. After a few minutes, my phone buzzed with a message from him "Traffic is hell – will be there as soon as I can. Try the hot tub or something ;-)." I felt a little chill as I didn't want to go into the place on my own, but I was worried that if I hung about in the changing room any longer, security might throw me out. A second text came through a few minutes later, asking "Did you take that pill I sent you? I'm so hard for you right now." A picture of his dick, his perfect dick, was attached to the text. His cock was eight inches long, blooming head, and he big heavy looking balls. He'd pulled down his jogging bottoms and taken a picture while at the wheel of his car. I knew I was going to struggle with it, which was why he had sent me a little blue pill, saying it would help keep me hard. He also sent a bottle of poppers for my use. Thanks to the picture, the excitement (at least temporarily) won out over my fears. I went to my locker, stripped, and, pretending to cough, slipped the pill into my mouth. Then, feeling a bit daring, (and perhaps because there was nobody in the changing room for the briefest of moments), I stripped down completely, turned-on my cell phone camera, held my semi-hard cock in one hand, and snapped a photograph of my cock. Just then the door opened, which quickly killed my nerve. I wrapped myself in the towel I'd been given, which wasn't nearly as big as I would have liked, and checked out the picture before I sent it to him. I thought I looked pretty good. My dick certainly wasn't as big as his, but it was still a decent six inches. My skinny, pale frame might have been a bit gangly, but he said he liked it like that, and he had also sais he loved my curly dark brown hair and 'pouty lips', to use his description. As I was pretty sure he'd like the photo, I texted it to him with the caption "Took it. Waiting for you." Gathering my nerves, I stood by my locker a few minutes more, and I noticed the guys who passed through the locker room in the next few minutes seemed more comfortable that I was wearing a towel, as opposed to when I was in my street clothing, but for the most part I was mostly left alone. I also noticed that while my towel went barely half-way down my thighs, other guys had longer towels, but I wasn't willing to make a fuss with the door guy, as somehow he seemed to annoyed about something. A few minutes later, another text came through saying "Fucking hot! I can't wait to have that. I'm gonna be awhile – take the poppers and go find somewhere to relax." A smarter, less horny kid than I might have worked out what was going on at that point, but I was too naïve. I felt scared, but the thought of him 'having that' was enough to push me forward. I took the poppers from my jeans pocket and, since I couldn't take it any further into the sauna, put my phone in my shoe, I locked my stuff away, put the banded key around my wrist, and, in a not-so-confident stride, passed-through the the door that led into the sauna.

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I have a whole list of them, 'fetishes' that I consider my 'trigger fetishes', things that SET ME OFF sexually, make me drool (or precum or feel arousal) The effect, although sexual, is much like the response of a well-conditioned PAVLOVIAN dog! Among the first FETISHES I recall were 'exotic guys' with great tans and guys with shaggy, pretty hair. Possibly because my dad used to rail against 'those damn hippies' or saying something like 'faggot women'! The allure of rebel pirates, rock-n-rollers and the FORBIDDEN! And that was in the days when I was still 'straight', chasing and falling 'in love' with girls like a teen-aged fool. But I already noticed older guys sporting BULGES (especially in denims) and the ripple of their KNOBS showing against denims... 'ARE THEY GOING COMMANDO?' I wanted to ask and to feel, but IMPOSSIBLE! Inappropriate! And with that mystery it triggered a new, confusing LUST!!!! Scouring the internet in my fully gay phase, exploring 'the dark side' I went into SEXUAL OVERDRIVE (for a new fetish) when I saw cocky, shaggy-haired young guys proudly posing in or on Jeeps, on the beach, dressed in flip-flops and shorts, being introduced as NEW MEMBERS in a previously unheard-of BAREBACK GROUP (on yahoo I think it was). Before that 'bareback' was an occasional, guilt-ridden departure from 'being safe', still a major taboo (for me). That was maybe 15 years ago when that 'openly, unrestricted bareback, risk-taking lifestyle' was still alien to me. At about the same time I discovered the picture of an Atlanta bad-boy on-line, proudly posing with a hard-on and a Prince Albert in an open Jeep. He was the one who had just months ago snatched away my pretty, much younger BF at the time, and introduced him to a NEW LIFESTYLE in the 'scene' in Atlanta. I had learned that the dude was already in a 'poly-amorous' relationship with two other guys and apparently my boy was their NEW RECRUIT! They were all under 30, flight attendants, bar-tenders, models/hustlers, ALL POZ, all promiscuous and all-out BAREBACKERS!!! Fast forward to now and all those 'things' are now 'trigger fetishes' to me: bad boy sluts, promiscuity, bareback talk and action, Jeeps, flip-flops on sexy guys, Prince Albert piercings, guys who are POZ... recently I added 'elongated fuck-holes' (man-cunts), leathery, well-used, modified, cut cocks to the list as well as sexy guys pissing... like dogs! With no care in the world! Making me drool like a horny Pavlovian dawg!

Before leaving my mates I was checking my favourite swingers site to see if there was any str8 or curious cock about when I came across the profile of a right tasty scally str8 bit of rough called Roy who had fucked me before just after coming out of prison. I sent him a wink & msg to see if he was still into fucking arse or reverted back to pussy. He replied almost instantly & was pleased to hear from me. He said he hooked up with a guy a few weeks after we’d fucked but It wasn’t doing it for him so he stuck to fucking pussy, he’d also managed to knock one of the bird up & kid No4 was due in 3 months. He sent a second msg asking for pics of my arse which I happily sent him. 5 or 10 minutes passed without a response, I was about to log off thinking the pics put him off when he replied saying my pics had got him rock hard! I quickly replied suggesting he come to mine & put his big dick in my cunthole & give me a good hard rough shafting & fill me with his fertile cum. I included my address & he replied saying he was on his way. I headed home & he arrived 10 minutes after me. As soon as I closed the door behind him he grabbed hold of me & manhandled me to the floor, he pinned me down & pushed down my joggers & got his big dick out, he then force his dick up my arse, I gasped as his thick shaft stretched my hole. The cum in my hole lubed his dick and he raped me mercilessly till he climaxed & his dick spewed big thick wad of cum deep in me. It was the best rape I’d have in months. We got naked & he got me on the sofa on my back, he shoved his dick back in & thrust it up my arse hard & fast, on & on he kept pounding me with the stamina of a herd of bulls till I orgasmed & shot my load all over my belly, I milked his dick hard till his dick pumped his second load in me. I’ve got 4 of his loads in me now, pillows stuffed under my arse keeping it up to get his cum deep in my guts. All ready to work on load number 5.🤤🍆💦💦💦💦

He's also not straight, anymore. He'll keep wanting you and other men to satisfy him.

PART 4 He got a look in his eye that I craved. Carnal. He told me to lie back and I obeyed. He lay on top of me and we started to make out fiercely. His hands roamed my body past my cock which was not erect and to my hole. the second I felt him at my ass I knew I needed it. I craved it. He knew what I needed and well and pushed his fingers in. My ass was ready for it and more. he fingered me and I greedily took it all while enjoying every heightened sensation. He moved around and his beautiful hard cock was in my mouth. I got him nice and wet, then he turned me over onto my stomach with force, pulled my ass up and shoved his prick in my awaiting hole. It was heaven. I was luxuriating in the feel of his rough fuck. The next hour flashed by in hot moment of other worldly pleasure. Flesh. Cock. Hole. Cum. It felt like moments, it felt like a lifetime. I felt so connected to this man who had opened my world. Around halfway through the second hour he said the sexiest thing: He asked, holding up the syringe "are you ready for more?". "Yes" He set to work prepping round two and then tied off my arm again, I was transfixed on the process this time. I felt connected to the rig as it flashed, loved the slow urgency with which he emptied the contents into my vein. Again a mischievous grin crossed his face "A bit more this time." he untied the tourniquet and said simply "Enjoy, pig" My ears started ringing. I couldn't breath. A cough- the feeling of complete freedom, horniness and pleasure overtook me. I touched myself all over. I was right next to him. touching my cock and staring at his needle like it was porn. Watching him slam was better than any of the slam videos I'd seen. It made me hot all over to see his blood register and I undid his tourniquet. He coughed and as soon as that cleared grabbed me and we kissed as if it was the only thing in the world, because for us it was. Passion like I'd never experienced, we quickly moved through what had up til then been in my repetoir and started to play with new things. Hours passed in a frenzied, naked, carnal moment. Things started to calm down a little and I came back into my body enough to realize the time. Shit- My room mate would be home from work soon. I had to end this, had to get him out. She couldn't see me like this, she couldn't know. But... I wasn't ready to be done. The thought alone filled me with yearning. I had just been set free by this gorgeous man with his taut body and beautiful ways. I told him my room mate would be home soon and he'd have to go. As if sensing my hesitation he said "Do you want me to go?" "No, but..." "Do you want to go with me?" "Go with you to where?" He reached out his hand "Do you want to go with me?" he asked with more authority. Less question and more command. I was a smart guy I thought through the possibilities of where this could go. I knew I should have said no. I knew I was in over my head already and too much adventure for one day... who knew what would happen. But in spit of all this rational thought... "Yes." "Yes, what?" "I want to go with you... sir" End part 4 Two more parts to go for this particular story

Part 3 As he pushed it in I felt nothing- That surprised me. In the videos there always seemed to be such a strong- And then it hit me. The Rush. It was like everything I'd heard and seen and like nothing I've ever felt. I was someone new. Free. I felt myself coughing as it hit me and then felt a tsunami of horniness envelop my being. "Good, huh?" he said. "Fuck yes. I...Holy fuck..." "Lay back baby and enjoy the rush. I'll be there in a minute" he said strapping his arm and bringing his point out. "Can I..." "You wanna watch?" "Yes, please. Yes, sir" "Oh wow. we're gonna have fun. You are a little piggy boy. I had a feeling about you- I knew that freak was in there. You just needed a little encouragement. Yes, pig. come over here and watch me." I came next to him and watched as he prepped. Once the needle was in his arm he looked at me. and then the flash. I let out an involuntary groan as his blood filled the syringe. and then it disappeared into his arm. As the rush hit him I lay back unable to control the heat taking over my body. I had to get naked now. I peeled off my pants so I was just in my briefs. I had chosen this outfit for work, not sex. Blue briefs were economic for working, not as sexy as a jockstrap would have been. So i pulled them off right away and started to touch myself. "I'm so fucking horny. This feels so amazing. Thank you, thank you for introducing me to this." He leaned in and kissed me. Then got up and stripped as well. While he stripped I touched myself all over, never satisfied, always needing more. always so turned on. He dimmed the lights and put porn on a laptop. He was wearing black bikini briefs. Much sexier. Without taking them off he lay next to me and we made out. I felt his tongue begging for entrance into my mouth and I let him in. We made out for what felt like seconds but also years. Time was different as a concept now. "One last thing- I only fuck bareback." "perfect" "and I'm poz. is that going to be an issue" A dull red flag raised in the back of my mind every sex ed class and every moment of my life till now screamed in the back of my head "yes, it's an issue. that's not alright" but I wanted him. needed him. That dull voice was drown out by my guttural instant response of "No, I want you. all of you" End part 3

Part 2 Master is fingering my hole with his thick finger as he drives. It's been an hour and finally he reveals our destination. "You got lucky, boy. I know a rest stop where you can suck and get fucked for hours." I moan at the thought. "Ya I'm gonna get you really piggy. See this rest stop is known as a fuck stop. Everyone knows it's only for sleazy cock sluts and the men they serve. You ready for that faggot?" I nod and moan. "No you ain't boy not yet. He pulls out a rig. "You need this in you first, I think your first is wearing out" he said with a grin. I didn't think he knew, then again I didn't even care to think about anything other than being a fuck hole for this alpha man. We arrive. The outside is completely normal, but that changes as we enter the restrooms. A symphony of male lust surrounds us as we walk past piss pigs kneeling under a golden stream, cocksuckers getting throat fucked and bottom sluts getting stretched out by big white dick. Master leads me to a stall and administers my slam. I cough heavy and lose my breath. "Oh fuck hail meth! Hail Sarah Palin! Fuck ya im a slut for Sarah Palin" the words fly out of my mouth. They caught the attention of some studs. "That's a good boy! Take that slam. Get over here and suck this big cock, slut" master nods and I hungrily swallow the fat uncut cock. I feel a hand on my hole then a blunt pain shooting through my body quickly turned into a powerful pleasure. I scream around the cock in my mouth but it only makes the stud shove his cock deeper down my throat causing my throat to bulge. Master unleashes a torrent of yellow piss on me as I hump back on the cock splitting my hole open. All I can think about is how I wish I had another hole to take more cock into. I'm moaning like a whore around my studs cock. I hear grunting behind me and I clench my hole to milk the load out of the big cock in my ass.. "take. This. Fucking . Load. FAGGOT! He releases big globs of hot cum so deep in my hole I can almost feel it in my stomach. He slaps my ass and walks away. I'm still gagging and choking on the big cock in my mouth when I feel a hand on my ass forcing two fingers in my hole then quickly out. My hole gapes open letting out almost all the cum just deposited in me with a splat on the ground. Seeing how much cum I was holding in my hole pushed the stud at my mouth over the edge and he started filling my mouth with cum. It was so bitter but I loved it. I swallowed as quickly as I could but he was overflowing my mouth.. I caught what I could in my hands and licked it up. He chuckles and spits on my face. I push it to my mouth and savor the taste of his spit. I feel the fingers on my hole again and realize I don't know who they belonged to. I turn around to see a sexy, muscular biker wearing all leather. His hard muscle glistens with sweat. He has nothing on under his leather jacket leaving his hairy torso exposed. I immediately turn around a start to nuzzle his cod piece. "Damn boy, I need a fuck hole that loves cock as much as you do." Master looked up "he's yours if you want him. I wanted to see if he deserved to be here and he definitely does. He can come here again if he wants my cock but I won't stop another alpha man from taking possession of a cock sucker". The biker grabbed my chin and roughly thrusted it up, "hear that boy? You're mine now" he spit into my face and rubbed it in. We get outside and he leads me to his bike. I get on behind him and wrap my arms around his hard body.. I wonder where he's taking me. I hope there's plenty of hard cock..

Part 2 I thought the changing rooms were warm, but the heat that hit me when I entered the sauna itself was like a wall. The smell of water and the cleaning agents filled my nose, but they weren't strong enough to cover up the smells of men in the air. A few guys sat on benches positioned against the wall. Most of the guys had closed their eyes, presumably listening to the background music, which was some sort of repetitive house beat that sounded like the background music in a porn film. One guy, who looked like he was Turkish, checked me out as I came in. He looked me up and down and smirked. His skin shined with sweat and water, and he looked like he'd been there a while. I smiled weakly back before sliding through the first door I passed, not really paying attention to where I was going. My heart thumped in my chest – just that one interaction was enough to get my pulse racing. I wondered if I'd even last till my friend joined me before chickening out, but I pressed on. After a bit of searching, I managed to stumble to the place that my friend had told me to go, the hot tub, which was at the far end of a corridor off of which were showers that bubbling away. Two guys were in the hot tub, one, an older guy with greasy black hair and tattoos, who sat in one corner, his eyes closed, and the other was a white guy with a completely shaved head. He looked to be fairly young, by no means as young as I, but probably in his early 30s. He smiled at me when I approached, which again, was enough to make me worry, but as my friend told me to try out the hot tub, I knew that when he finally arrived, that was where he'd look to find me. As casually as I was able, I removed my towel, and hung it on one of the hooks that lined the wall by the hot tub, and, covering my cock and balls with my hand, the mark of a newbie, and which made the skinhead laugh, I climbed up the steps into the hot tub. The water wasn't as hot as I was expecting, but it was still warm enough. The bubbles splashed over me as I moved through the water. At its deepest, it came up to my bellybutton, but the seats around the side submerged me right up to my shoulders. Placing the poppers on the ledge nearest me, I sat well away from the other two guys. The older guy didn't seem to notice me at all, or, for that matter, even open his eyes, but the skinhead stood-up pretty much the second I sat down and moved closer to me. I felt myself flinch as he sat down next to me, but I didn't move away, reasoning that he might get angry. “Hey,” he asked, “I'd ask if you came here often, but I think I'd remember if I'd seen you here before.” With that, he leaned in, I think with the intention of kissing my neck, but at that point, I did pull away, and moved further along the bench until I was backed into the corner. He responded with a quick laugh, asking “Oh, it's actually your very first time, isn't it?” I nodded, explaining “I'mmm, I'm waiting for my fffr, my friend. He should be here soon.” The skinhead chucked at my explanation, and again closed the gap between us, put his arm on the ledge around me, though only slightly touching me, he stroked my shoulder with his thumb. “Err, I'm err-” I tried to stutter some sort of response. "Waiting for your friend, I know. But he won't mind if I wait with you, will he? Keep you safe from some of the creeps who want to suck you off right here and now." He smiled as his arm slipped from the ledge, went around my waist, and pulled me closer to himself, so our bodies were touching slightly. I swallowed. At that point, the pump that circulated the water in the hot tub switched-off, undoubtedly on some sort of timer, with the result that bubbles cleared after a few seconds. I was stunned: the skinhead's cock was huge, and fully erect, and he had some sort of piercing in the head of his cock. I gasped and jumped, intending to to leave the tub, but the skinhead held me down with his surprisingly tight grip, and nodded towards the older guy across the tub. “It's alright, he'll get it.” And even as he spoke, the older man reached-over, and pressed a button on the wall. There was a quiet rumble, and after a few seconds, the bubbles began again. I couldn't help but take one last quick glance downwards before everything disappeared beneath the moving water again. I guessed his cock was about nine inches, and was as thick as all hell. Round the base, I saw that there was a thick black cock ring, and further up his stomach, I saw something black, a tattoo on his stomach I assumed, but I couldn't make it out before it was obscured by the bubbles. I looked back up at him to see him smirking, and quietly he asked “Like what you see?”

Part One: A Blinking Light ********************************************** A bump in the road snapped me back to reality. It was nothing more than a gravel driveway, and I slowly navigated the darkness, the crunching sound of tire on stone and rock the only audible noise, heading for my destination. My stomach lurched with every tiny bump and pothole I hit. Yes, I was really doing this. My mind began to wander back again to our conversation just a few minutes previously. I had been driving when the telltale flash of my phones status light told me I had a message, that distinct orangish hue indicating it was from Grindr. I was in the middle of nowhere so I did what I shouldn't have and flicked open the app. He had started simply enough with a "hey man," and little did I know it would be anything but simple from there on out. As I always do, I flipped to his profile to see what I was dealing with: no picture, 46, 6'0", 145#, top, right now, positive. My pulse quickly sped up with that last part. It didn't say undetectable. Ordinarily no picture means instant dismissal but a guy on Grindr who straight up said positive was a rare find indeed! Of course guys who say positive often mean undetectable, but still the thrill of his stats (that one in particular) had me intrigued enough to respond. "Hi there." "You looking for some fun sexy stud? Slightly older guy here, but always ready to please." Slightly corny, but okay, I was still horned. "Depends on what you have in mind for me." Vague and elusive, I wanted him to give me more so that even if he turned out to be one of the thousands of flakes, at least I'd have something to beat off to when I get home. "Looking to slide inside a young buck such as yourself and ride him until I unleash my seed inside." A barebacker it sounded like, just my type of response! But now for the real test. "Sounds hot, you got any pics to share?" My phone fell silent for a moment. I knew it, he was one of those guys who probably hit up everyone in range just to amuse himself. I set the phone back down and returned myself to the task at hand of driving, though I noticed with slight amusement that he had definitely gotten the blood flow going down there. And then the steady pulsing of the notification light returned. He had responded. Oh fuck! His pictures took my growing uncut 7-inch piece straight to a solid state. His first pic was a full body shot. He was definitely rocking a semi-wasted look. He was thin with a hint of rib cage showing beneath his well-tanned skin, a nice but not too thick pellet of fur on his chest. His face was slightly gaunt, a thick but trimmed beard and a buzzed head. Thin, hairy, and veiny legs supported him, but his cock... my god, it was true what they said about wasting men--it makes their cocks more impressive. It looked long, uncut like mine, with an ample shaft but a quite impressive head that definitely flared out under the hood. It was the type of head, much thicker than the shaft, that would create that feel of a suctioning plunger inside an ass. There was a second picture, an even more impressive close-up of his wonderful monster. Now clearly hard and pointing at an erect and upright angle the head looked solidly larger than the shaft as I had noticed from the first picture, and just the tip of his piss slit peaking through the opening of his foreskin with a succulent and substantial strand of precum dangling down. I was sold. I responded with a picture of myself and one of my ass, as clearly that would be the most interesting part of me to him. I am a pretty good looking guy if you can get me to admit it. I stand 28, 5'11", 179#, fit though not muscular or ripped, but well exercised from all the sports I play. My chest is smooth, my skin a lightly tanned color, and my ass nice and firm--a slight bubble to it--and just a hint of fuzz on it. "Boy, I would love to be inside that beautiful pink hole, unleashing my seed inside you." "Fuck yeah man. It sounds like you play raw and shoot positive seed, right?" Again my phone fell silent. Had I perhaps broached that topic too quickly? I'm not one for small talk usually, but maybe this time should I have held off slightly, let the conversation develop more? The flash returned. "Prefer raw here, boy. My cock doesn't appreciate plastic. Oh, and my seed will change you - if that's what you want." Fuuuuuuck. It was. "It is, but your cock looks quite large, not sure that head will make it in!" "It's the hardest part to take, but once it's in, you'll never want it out." "Where are you?" This time there was no pause. Up popped the little map clip with the marker. Holy hell, he was just a few miles ahead. I was on a state road, but at 11:00 PM it was all but deserted and dark from the thick woods on either side. I had driven this road many times and had never noticed a house along my drive. "Looks like I'm driving toward you now and would arrive at your place in about five minutes. Is that too quick an arrival?" "Not at all. That cock pic is me - now. I'm ready if you are, boy." "Then I guess I'll see you shortly!" "Fuck yeah boy. Just be sure, 'cause I don't stop once I start, and once I'm in my head doesn't soften until it has unleashed its load inside you." Music to my ears. "I want it." "See you soon." And now, just a few minutes later, here I was, his small house in front of me, deep back in the woods. I parked, turned-off the Jeep, and took a deep breath. Last chance. I opened the door and stepped out into the crisp, cold, late-night air of a fall evening. Another deep breath and a pause. I turned and walked to the door and knocked. A few seconds later I heard footsteps approach the door. A hand on the knob, and the door opened. "Come on in," a voice said from inside. The room was dark, I couldn't see him in there. One last deep breath. I stepped inside.

This is a different story line from my others in this section, with different, although similar, characters. Hence the different thread. There is queer sex and het sex in this installment. The next installment will also have het sex and queer sex. Further installments in this tale will be in this thread below here. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was finishing up at work one day when I realized I was really horny. This wasn't that unusual. I was a guy with a higher then normal sex drive and a really hot girlfriend that loved to do just about everything. She even got off on sucking and watching me suck other guy's cocks and both of us getting fucked when we did occasional threesomes. We, of course, always used condoms when the other guys fucked me or her. I wondered if she knew how much I wanted to lose the rubbers and glory in getting loads in my ass and eating other guy's semen out of her. Thinking about our fucking this morning only made it worse. She was really verbal and talked about a guy we'd done a threesome with the week before. She said we should text him this evening for a repeat. She wanted me to fuck her while I sucked his cock, rolled a rubber on him and got my ass fucked. She wanted for me to cum in her pussy while he humped me and for him to blow his load in her mouth so I could kiss her after and we could all three snowball. She talked in detail about how it really turned her on watching me make out with a guy knowing his semen was in our mouths. That day I was thinking about the time before I met her when I did slip, now and then, and have really risky sex with men. I'd go to adult theaters and fuck other guys and get fucked raw, no words spoken. I'd do anon hookups in parks and backrooms in gay bars, taking loads from guys who's faces I never saw. I remembered how hot that was. I sighed; I loved my girlfriend and didn't want to endanger her health or our relationship. I was also fully aware that I was having more and better sex than the vast majority of guys on the planet. I tried but the forbidden thoughts wouldn't go away. Ok, I thought, a compromise. Surely it couldn't hurt if I just sucked a dick or two. I'd stop by the adult store on the way to my bus stop and see if I could get some action. I left work and headed down to Taboo video on 1st ave. There are three arcade booths there that are connected with glory holes. I lucked out and found the middle one empty. I fed a ten in the machine, pushed my pants down around my ankles and waited. On my right was a small hole, just big enough for a not too thick cock. To my left was a very large hole, large enough to put both arms through. Soon the door banged on my left and a man stood stroking his cock. I put my hand on the bottom of the hole and moved my mouth up in position. He stuck his smallish dick in my mouth and I obliged with a gentle suck. Before long the cock twitched a bit and I tasted my favorite sauce, semen. Predictably enough, a lull followed and I sat alone surrounded by empty booths. That was ok, there was some decent fag porn on the screen and I sat idly stroking my dick and watching some hot bareback action. Maybe ten minutes went by when, first the left door, then the right banged. The left was an older guy with a small dick. The right a good-looking middle-age man with a nice size cock that appeared to have problems getting hard. Feed that softy through the hole, buddy. I'll wake it up, post-haste. He didn't through, just sat stroking and flipping through straight porn. Phooey, a waste of space. Why sit in a gloryhole booth if you're not a sucker or suckee? I looked hopefully over to the old guy, but he just sat there watching yet more straight porn. I'd put my finger through both holes, so the guys presumably knew I was a hungry cock-sucker. No action, though. Both guys were watching me though, so I had some hope. But both just sat and stroked. Rats! A last right cock was finally hard, and a very nice cock it was. Average thickness and a bit longer than average. I'd just about given up when right cock stood up and faced the hole. I quickly fed another ten in the money slot and fingered the hole. That lovely dick immediately slid through and I was happy. After a few minutes he was losing his hard and pulled out. I looked and saw straight porn on his screen. Hey buddy, maybe that's your problem. You like getting sucked by a guy, but you don't want to admit it, so you watch porn goddesses sucking dick. Put some fag porn on the screen and admit you're a closet case who likes guys. I'll bet money against your load that that dick stays hard and I get fed my favorite fluid. Time went by and the old guy just sat and stroked, as did closet case. Doors banged on other booths as horny guys looking to feed my mouth were frustrated by the useless two. Then closet fed his dick to me again and again I was happy. This time he stayed hard. I nursed him for a while, then he pulled out, still hard, still facing the hole and stroking. I looked and saw fag porn on his screen. Alright, progress was being made! I looked again and saw that he was watching the same bareback vid I was watching. Fuck it, enough being a good boy. I stood up and backed my butt against the hole. Immediately that lovely prick nuzzled my ass. I bent over and spread my cheeks. He centered on my asshole and shoved in to the hilt in one smooth stroke. My stomach flipped over; I had a wonderful girlfriend that I loved and here I was getting fucked bareback my a guy whose face I'd never seen. Was I insane? No, I was more turned on than I'd been in ages. Fuck it, I braced myself against the left wall of the booth and moaned as closet raped my ass. My face was close to the big hole and the old guy looked at me with what I imagined was hunger. Two men fucking through a wall with no words spoken, with my ass about to be filled with anonymous cum of unknown status. Be nice and I'll let you fuck my ass next. You'd really love the feeling as your ancient cock slid in my wet pussy, wet with another man's semen. You'd be having sex with two men at once. My ass juices seeping into your pisshole along with closet's cum. I realized I'd reverted to being a complete slut in just a few minutes. He didn't last long. I guess his stroking and my sucking had done the job. I felt his cock stab into me, jerk and twitch and that lovely wet feeling as my pussy filled with another man's juice. He stayed in me a while, then I felt him soften and shrink and slip out. I turned around and saw him reaching for the paper towel dispenser. I rapped on the wall and beckoned with my finger. The lovely tool slipped through the hole again and I took him in my mouth and carefully cleaned him, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. He pulled out again and zipped up and left. The old guy did the same. I sat and enjoyed the soreness that follows a good, hard fucking and the faint taste of cum in my mouth. Maybe ten minutes later I stood up, wiped my ass with my hand and licked cum off it. Then I bent over and licked the chair seat clean of the cum puddle that had formed under my cunt. It was 6:30 by then and no one replaced closet and old guy. I sat and watched porn until the money ran out, then cleaned up and left. On the bus home I savored the soreness in my ass and the taste in my mouth, wincing slightly as the bus hit a hole or a bump and my ass reminded me that it'd gotten fucked. I thought about an incident that's happened almost a year before I'd met my girlfriend. I'd answered an online ad and gone to a guy's house and gotten fucked by him and a friend of his. He was poz, undetectable, but his friend was poz and not on meds. They both fucked me twice, raw of course. That scared the shit out of me and I stopped doing risky shit and almost stopped having sex with guys. Then I'd met my girlfriend and settled down. However, they had given me a dvd that showed them fucking me and me begging for poz cum. That dvd was, from then to now, my favorite jerk off material. When I got home I found my girlfriend sitting with a grim look on her face. She'd obviously been crying. "What's wrong sweetie?" I tried to hug her but she pushed me away and slapped me. "Get away from me! Don't ever touch me or come close to me again!" I was stunned; she'd never been like this. She was the least drama-prone woman I'd ever been involved with. She picked up the dvd remote and hit resume. There I was on the 40-inch screen on my knees with a cock in my mouth and another, a black one, up my ass. It was obvious that no condoms were being used. "Fuck me and infect me with HIV! Knock me up! Poz me!" My image screamed. She turned it off. "My keys are on the coffee table. I'm leaving. I won't spend another night in this fucking place; you can have it. If you break the lease it's all on you. You'll never get a penny out of me. When I come get my shit there'll be four guys I know with me, and I don't want you here at that time, so make yourself scarce. I'll text you directions. I'm keeping that fucking DVD. I've also made a copy. If I get infected I'll have you arrested and I'll sue you for everything you'll ever have. You're goddam lucky I don't have the key to your gunsafe!" She turned and stalked into the bedroom and slammed the door, sobbing. Oh well, one of the things I'd liked about her was the passion she brought to everything. Now I was seeing the negative side of that passion. I decided I should make myself scarce immediately, and work out the details later, so I quickly filled a suitcase with enough to get me through a few days and then sat down and wrote a short note. It said, "It only happened once and it was over 2 years ago. I've tested HIV negative four times since and clean for everything else. The last test was two weeks ago. We didn't stop using condoms until I was sure I was clean. I'm sorry. Goodbye." I got a hotel room and sat thinking about what to do. It never crossed my mind to try to get her to forgive me; that was hopeless. I realized that it was Saturday night. Fuck it, I might as well admit it; I was bugchaser. Give up and admit it and admit I'd get infected - sooner or later. Might as well be sooner. I took a cab to a leather bar that I knew that had a backroom that was totally dark and encouraged anonymous sex. I poured a double whisky down my throat and opened the door to the backroom. It took only a few minutes until I had a man's arms wrapped around me and was getting his bare dick slammed in and out of my ass. Two minutes of grunting and thrusting and I felt a warm feeling in my guts. I'd just taken my second load since the night the dvd was made. It felt great. Pulling my pants up, I went back to the bar and got another drink. This time it was a single, rocks and I took my time. While doing this I talked to a guy and made out with him. This turned me on and I nodded towards the black room. "How many loads do you have in you?" "Just the one." "Wait until just before closing time, then I'll breed you. I like sloppy, cummy holes." "It's a deal." I was excited when he said "breed you," wondering if he was poz. Maybe, maybe not. A lot of guys in Seattle used the word "breed" to mean having bareback sex with no other implication. I really didn't care. No, that's not right; I wanted him to be poz, and I wanted him to fill me with poz cum. He was really hot; big, muscular and handsome. He'd pulled his cock out and had me fondle it. It was big, at least nine inches, and uncut. Best of all it was black. "See you in a few." The next guy lasted longer and I was nice and sore by the time he filled my ass with semen. Back in the bar the black guy was at the same spot. I got another single and went over to him. Soon both we were making out, our pants were unbuttoned and I had his lovely, hard cock in my hand and 3 of his fingers up my ass. "You're really nice and tight after two loads. I'm going to really enjoy breeding your cute butt." I moaned into his mouth. I was in faggot heaven. I couldn't wait for him to fuck a load into me. Back to the backroom. This went on until last call. I had six more drinks and took six more loads until finally I was back in the packed backroom with my sore, sloppy asshole getting reamed by my big dicked top. "Oh, yeah! I'm going to cum in your ass faggot! You ready for my charged load? Ready to get pozzed?" My cock squirted and I filled the mouth that nursed it with semen. God, was I ready! "Do it, poz me, knock me up, infect me with HIV!" The cock shuddered in me and I felt cum spurt into my guts. He held it in until he lost his hard-on and it slipped out. Out on the sidewalk he motioned to the place across the street. "Club Z is across the street. I've got a room reserved and want to see how many loads you can get fucked into your ass by dawn. While you were in the back getting your butt filled I texted some friends. I also put a couple of ads up saying a bugchaser will be at the club. You're my bitch now and will take any cock offered." Within 15 minutes I was strapped in a sling, blindfolded, and getting fucked. I was in heaven! I had no clue who was fucking me. I'd been to the place before and remembered seeing the kind of men there. They were every variety imaginable. Gorgeous, ripped leather gods to ugly trolls, toothless and obviously wasted with AIDS. Now and then my man would whisper in my ear about who was using me. It especially turned me on when he said things like "Shit, I thought he'd died last year. He's really wasted; how about it, boy, you ready for his AIDS cum?" He really did keep me in that sling until dawn. When I needed to piss he told me to piss all over myself, unless some queer wanted to drink it. Periodically someone would eat my ass out, suck the cum out, kiss me and feed it to me. When he finally unstrapped me and helped me out of the sling I had trouble standing for a little while. He told me to lay on the floor and lick the pool of semen up that'd run out of my ass. We cabbed back to the hotel and picked up my stuff, then he took me back to his place. He kept me there until my ex texted me Monday that I could return. During that time I stayed naked and serviced him and any man he let use me. Monday I went back to my place. By the first of the month I was moved into a small apartment in an old building on Capital Hill, the queerest part of Seattle. I was near enough to my man that I could be on my knees at his place getting fucked in a few minutes. He also instructed me to take any cock offered, any time. I did. When I came down with the fuck flu a couple of weeks later he had me stay at his place and nursed me. He also fucked me and had other's use me and had me fuck my newly toxic cum into two neg guys. Next installment: A Surprising Development

I've started really wondering where I get my fetishes from. I know I was always a pervy guy, in the truest sense of the word. I can remember being 7 and wrestling with my cousin and tossing her on her bed just to see her night gown rise up and display her 7yr old pussy. I can remember bribing a 6yr old girl named Robyn, when I was maybe 7 or 8, to take off her clothes behind the schoolyard tree. I remember playing with Cam and dropping pieces of paper down our clothes and fumbling trying to find them. So in no way do I wonder why I'm so horny or think about sex ALL OF THE TIME. I think about other people having sex, I'll read an article on a famous man or woman and wonder what kinks they are into. When dating women I've become aware that the more comfortable they feel the more likely they'll try anything. I've gotten sweet little college girls to toss my salad and four finger my ass, I've gotten them to be tied to the bed and stuffed their cum crusted panties in their mouths while I ass fuck them, I even got one to slip anal beads from her mouth and dangle them between our mouths and taste her ass slime. So now I'm wondering where, as a top, I'm starting to want to find bottoms who will eat my ass and drink my piss. I can see it as a dominant thing, but where on earth do these idea come from? For all of us, I mean?

Outside of hookup sites, I am probably 99.99% oblivious to tops who fuck bears, tops who fuck bare and tops with poz cum wanting to do the other 2. This is about the .01% moment when it seemed to click for me in a non-hookup website. A week ago I finally knowingly took a raw poz cock, he was undetectable but we all start this path somewhere. I never once questioned doing it and I think that helped me really understand my role as a raw bottom whore. Anyway I think this liberation clued me into seeing the signs while out in the real world of those who also engage in hot bare times. Our house is much older and needs some efficiency upgrades and wife and I selected windows as our first upgrade to help cut our costs and stretch her money further. Though the cost of them AND the installation was pretty steep. I am a house husband so when time came for the windows to be installed I stuck around. Turned out the installation was subcontracted out and they only assigned one guy for the work. He was not very happy as it was a lot of windows. He was a 6' tall, semi fit, black guy and he mentioned that it would probably take 3 days to finish since he was the only one assigned. No big deal for us but I did feel for him. As he was unloading windows from his trailer and his shirt raised up in front I noticed what seemed like a biohazard tattoo. Since he was dark skinned and it was black inked I shook it off as wishful thinking and that it was probably a sun or star burst or something. He got to doing his work upstairs first and I surfed the web downstairs. At one point I realized I had not showered and figured oh well, just as I thought that he came downstairs for something and as he got closer to me he did a stretch and with a much better view the distinct biohazard tattoo was obvious. I shook inside, could I really make this happen? I took the moment to compliment his ink, which he appreciated, then I asked if it had any significance to him, as it seemed really bad ass to me. He smirked and I could tell he was going to skirt the truth, he said "Just that if you see this tattoo coming at you, you best be ready." I laughed to show him I was chill. He then went back upstairs and I started panting at the thought of seducing this guy and getting him to breed me in my bed. But would he on the job? I went upstairs with the idea of taking a shower, cleaning out, and forgetting he was there walking out nude on him. He was just finishing up in one room and I quickly jumped into my master bath before he could say anyting so as to keep the accident real. I wasted no time washing and took considerable effort to douche out deep. FInally I was done and when the water and fan were off I could hear he was in my bedroom working. I grabbed a towel but did not put on and just opened the door and walked out. No idea if I can act but he seemed genuinely surprised and lazily draped over me but made sure I never actually covered anything up. I apologized, thanked him for not freaking out too bad and said I was worried that I would have learned what it feels like to have that tattoo come at me. I noticed all the sweat glistening on his body and said maybe he should hop in the shower to cool off now as well. He laughed and said that his tattoo was not really a warning of harm and more like a beacon that once you engage it you will get on a path you will stay on forever and enjoy. My hole started twitching and my head started spinning trying to think of what to do next. I just wanted to grab him and tell him to ravage me but did not know if he liked bi married to a woman bears and did not want to have him narcing to my wife or worse quiting the job. PART 2 soon.

Not quite my last load, but a really hot true experience. I was visiting Palm Springs and planning to go to the Cumunion party Saturday night and posted an ad on BBRT looking to get preloaded. I was emailing back and forth with a guy and thought we were about to hookup, unfortunately he turned out to be a total flake, when I got a response from another guy whose profile was. So I responded back that I thought I was about to hookup, and asked if he liked sloppy seconds, he responded by saying it was cool and asked if it was I was okay with a quicky in his carport. He responded back with a location and said hurry. I jumped in the car found the location and the hot guy waiting for me on the street just outside of his carport. We went just a few feet away from the street between his house and car, and his neighbors window just a few feet away on the other side of his car. We immediately kissed and I grabbed his dick through his lose shorts. He pulled his shorts were pulled down enough to expose his cock and balls and bent over and started sucking on him. I lowered my shorts enough to expose my ass, and he started fingering my anxious fuck hole. In less than a minute he spun me around and stuck his tongue up my ass to get me wet. He quickly replaced his tongue with his dick and briefly gently fucked me to be sure I was ready, he then sped up and started pounding me and quickly started grunting and filled me with his cum. When he pulled out I turned around and gave him a kiss before going down and licking him clean. I stood back up kissed him again and said that I needed to visit Palm Springs more often, he agreed and asked me to hit him up the next time. I was fucked, bred in a semi public setting and on my way to an orgy within 15 minutes of arriving at this guys house, which I found really hot. I did go on to Cumunion and let the tops that were fucking me know they were getting sloppy seconds. Just before I left the Cumunion orgy I took a load from a really hot guy I had just pumped my last load into. All in all a really hot night.

i prefered my btm to wear a white sleeves tight t, with a damn short pants, inside with a gstring or jockstrap....it turns me on...i will turn him ard pull down his pants n push my cock rite in...

Now, that is more than any one man can ask for.

For the ones who do manage to "keep" their age at 49 (or 39, and so on with the 9's), I think it's failure to understand that there are a variety of men out there that are into the older age brackets. There are young men that love playing with older men (especially me when I was younger, and even still now!). And those of us in the upper brackets aren't all into chasing twinks. I'm confident in keeping my age current as I know it'll attract the guys who are into guys my age - no matter what age they may be.

I have certainly done my share of public sex. Not as much where the general public can see it...but in a number of rest areas, especially a rural one that is very lively with farmers taking a break from working the fields and wanting their cocks sucked. I have fucked men in semi cabs there--and in the big interstate rest areas. The huge Edwin Warner park in TN has seen a lot of me. I cruised it daily whenever I worked down there. Mutual cocksucking was the standard, but there was a wonderful threeway fuck on a picnic table in a shelter during a driving rainstorm when we knew we wouldn't be disturbed. I have had sex in gay bars--especially the Phoenix in NOLA where, to a cheering crowd, I thoughtfully drank the piss of the bartender behind the bar so he wouldn't have to leave his post. In bathhouses, I rarely go to a room, but avail myself of the public play areas. The same with gay campgrounds in Ontario, Michigan and Ohio. Give me a public sling anytime. Stairways of the hotels hosting leather weekends. I couldn't count the number of bookstores I have used...always choosing the "theater" over a private booth if there is a choice.

No clue who he is but i WANT that cock inside me!!

Been having some horny 3way fun with my Polish mate Marcin(Top) & his Lebanese bf Rafiq(Vers). I was pleasantly surprised when Raf got out his fat 8” uncut dick, my first non muslim North African cock. He’s very hairy with a gorgeous hairy bubble arse. The horniest bit for me started with me on my back with my legs spread, Raf sitting on my face with my tongue deep in his hairy hole & Marcin with his tongue in my hole. After about 10 minutes Raf got off my face and straddled me, he eased my cock in his hairy cunthole and started riding it, leaning forward to kiss me as he did. Marcin got my leg & held my ankles on his shoulders as he docked his juicy bell end on my hungry hairy hole and push his thick 9” up curved length balls deep in me & fucked me hard. With his big dick hitting the spot & Raf working my dick with his powerful arse muscle I was groaning loud & soon felt myself getting close, I got my arms around Raf and held him tightly as I started thrusting up his arse, Marcin still fucking my hole, I roared as I bred my load into Raf gorgeous arse. “Fuck! Your dick is pumping so hard in him” said Marcin as he stopped to see me bred his boy, it obviously turned him on a lot cos he suddenly said he was gunna cum! He thrust in me hard a few times then he too roared as he unload inside me. As Raf got of my dick & started sucking my dick clean Marcin slowly pulled out & caught some of his leaking thick cum on his fingers & fed it to me. Raf then got his fat dick in my sloppy cunthole & churned it up for 5 minutes before dumping his thick load in me. The other horny moment was when their black mate Tyrone came over to deliver them something to smoke, Marcin brought him the bedroom & proceeded to pimp me out to his very tall muscular mate. I saw something big growing in his joggers & I spread my legs & played with my cum sloppy hairy hole. Tyrone licked his gorgeous plump lips, unzipped & took of his hoodie then dropped his joggers unleashing his huge uncut dick, 10”+ easily, big tattoo covered pecs, 8 pack abs, nice bush round his dick & big balls in his low hanging scrotum. He grabbed my legs pulling me closer then flipped me on my front, spread my cheeks, spat in my hole then pushed his big dick in and raided my cunthole, I felt his big dick in my belly as he plowed me, my hole stretch so much I couldn’t tell if I was actually gripping his shaft with my muscles or not. He raided me for a good 20 minutes then bred his huge load in me, I felt his dick pumping hard & I felt the warmth of the big thick squirts filling me up, still pumping he thrust in me & my cunthole squelched & spluttered as his thick load leaked out. He flooded me with cum, as he pulled out my gaping hole farted & spluttered and I felt a river of cum oozing out & running down my balls.

Great question! Most males do not get sodomized and bred even a fraction of the number of times we do. As promiscuous cum dumps we expose ourselves to far more because we have so many sex partners and most are anonymous. STI's are a hazard of our sport the way pulled muscles or broken bones are for football. Given the number of guys i have sex with in any given week I get tested every month and especially about 4 days after super indulgence by going to a sex resort or sex party or any other high use multi-partner setting like that. It minimizes the risk of spreading anything I may pick up and gets me treated for it and back on my back quickly. The important thing we (and males who desire to live as we do) HAVE to own is that being promiscuous like this, having more sex partners some days than most will enjoy in a lifetime means we have to be responsible to our own body-temple the body-temples of our fellow males so that we can continue our indulgence and sexual excess. This means sucking it up, getting tested often and being proud of our high partner count even as health department workers are horrified as the very thing that gets us off the most: high partner counts and breedings, and ignoring the slut shaming they are sure to dish out. I am proud at how much use my penis and ass get sexually and I slut responsibly so that others will want to have me and add to my load count.

Definitely needs to continue as medical fact says the chance of getting pozzed from a used condom is almost nil. HIV is a virus and will not live outside of the body and once out, in a condom, it starts to die and HIV has proven to be terrible in the body but extremely fragile outside of the body and is about 95% or more dead in only about 3 to 5 minutes.. Get a fresh load in that boy so he does convert.

I would definitely love to have a threesome with the two of you 2 Daddies that are brothers! If we did have a 3-way with y'all it would be really hot to role-play that I'm being fucked by my Dad and Uncle!

Many people are going to vote for Trump, many of whom do so because they don't like LGBTs and they condemn our sexual activity. They are afraid that their straight children will be bent by us...These people are the sole reason why many LGBTs live in poverty and suffer discrimination and abuses... I just hope more people realize that the toxicity of this President and do everything we can to oust him from the Oval office.

149 loads total - 72 oral, 77 anal. Plus 36 oral no load, 21 anal no load. Hate those I don't want to cum yet guys.

Ditto. 🐷

Back home from a hook-up on RECON with a UD+ couple (Top and bottom). Thought I was going to get my dick in one arse but it seems that Mr Bottom want some dick release soon. Four loads creamed in from both in rough fuck which may have ended-up in anal rip inside. A bit of blood. Happy ☺️☺️

I'd take it lmk

Yep.. have seen that at vault..out with phone checking apps. Sbn..well that is different (I don't think that they allow phones inside).. it is much more uninhibited the time I have been there.. unfortunately all that often .. it's a bloody long way from Australia!!!

Part 2 I got in my car, drove home with nerves and excitement. I met him at my front door and showed him in. All was quiet in the apartment and my room mate would be gone until 7:00p- a full day ahead of us. I led him upstairs and into my tidy and neatly kept bedroom. I was nervous, my social anxiety flaring never quite knowing what to do in the moments before we got naked. He told me about his work and what he's been up to as he loaded a pipe. We smoked and I felt the loosening of my anxieties and fears. I started talking too. He shotgunned me a few times. Getting me higher with each. He was gorgeous and becoming moreso by the second. I was starting to feel myself getting hornier. He had taken off his shirt, I followed suit. "So you've been watching slam videos? Why is it something you would never do?" "I don't know- It's really hot to watch but I've always rationalized my T use. Smoking is ok, but if I slam I might get addicted" "I see. The rush is incredible. You've never felt anything like it." "The videos are so hot- I..." He cut me off, saying: "You know, I have supplies with me. If you were interested. We have all day, you're safe at home and I am an expert admin" And then he kissed me. The kind of kiss that would put me off kilter even if I was stone cold sober. "I promise, I'll take care of you. I'll make you feel good, baby. I see something in you- you want to let go of you inhibitions. This will help." The world seemed to freeze as the quite moments of consideration passed. "Okay" I said softly. With that he set to work getting our points ready. "This is .2" he said. "It'll be a great first time for you and if you want more after- we can arrange it" "This should be fine- I can't imagine I'll do more than just that one". His lips quirked, a hint of not believing me. He tied off my arm He brought the needly to the crook of my elbow and inserted. I was transfixed- I thought it might hurt, thought i might need to look away. Neither happened. I watched as it registered, my blood filling the clear liquid in the point. And then he pushed the contents into my vein.... End of Part 2

Thanks, but clothes aren't an option. I'm not allowed to wear them in the house

Part 2 I will admit I had made some mistakes as a young teen. Never did anything illegal but felt invincible and cocky. Being closeted and gay did not help. I do not remember specifically when I got HIV but I know I could not tell anyone. Mostly because my support structure would fall apart, everyone believed I was this tough and rough straight dude but if anyone really looked into my past they would notice a distinct lack of girls. For awhile I avoided playing around with even other dudes, took my meds and kept myself healthy. In the meantime I started my own general contractor firm. Early on I was making bank and my inner fuck pig started to come out. It was after visiting some clubs I learned of the poz barebacking community. I was not entirely on board but I felt relieved that there were groups of men I could have sex with and not feel guilty afterward. Then the economy turned and suddenly I had to make cut backs, on staff, on benefits, even for myself. So now I am 2 months into not taking meds and probably at a pretty high viral load, and I am very very horny all the time. I lied to another firm about the size of my work crew and bid higher with the promise I could get these windows put in pretty fast. The money would go a long way to getting me health insurance again. I was nervous to meet the homeowner because I was afraid he would ask too many questions about my excuse for just me doing the work. He seemed a okay with everything I told him. My inner horn dog had me thinking he would pass as a cute bear, pasty white skin, moderately hairy, definitely large flabby ass. The kind I have pounded in the bath houses. and loaded deep with my undetectable loads (most wanted poz so I just told them that is what I was). I had to actively avoid thinking about it to get my work going. Eyes on the prize as it were. It was going fine he seemed chill hanging downstairs while I did work upstairs, it was so hot out and I was distracted by thoughts of that ass of his bouncing on my hard shaft that I kept having to go downstairs to get the right tools. Then something very odd happened, he made a comment about my biohazard tattoo that I have around my belly button. I almost got the sense that he was fishing for a specific answer, that he was not as suburban dad oblivious as he appeared. His laugh was cute and disarming and I forcibly set my mind to getting him out of my head. I was finally finishing up one room and getting ready to start another when I realized I had not seen nor heard him milling about. Maybe he got comfortable enough to leave for lunch. I decided to work on the master bedroom since the sun was not shining in there yet when I noticed the sound of running water. I figured we are all adults and he must know what he was doing. The water stopped and I was just setting down the first window when this perfect specimen of a bear walked out his bathroom door completely nude, wet and completely shocked I was there. It took my entire mental abilities to stop from getting a massive erection. We nervously laughed it off as an honest mistake and then he commented about my biohazard tattoo. I thought for a second maybe he thought I was dangerous from my previous answer so I said the first thing I could think to let him know without saying it that I am more 'lover' than hater. His response to that, his lack of fear standing there naked to a very sweaty fit black man got me realizing maybe he was a bear after all. But I was scrambling on how to proceed. What if he was not, what if he reported me to the guy who hired me, I really needed this job under my belt. I really really needed to be deep in his ass flooding him with my poz seed. What could I do? PART 3 soon

Part 6; My rugby stud replied ... 'Yes Doctor, where is that CUM from?' 'Well, I have worked in this wing for several years, and I frequently get my AIDS patients to cum in a plastic cup, which I add to a large sealed tub with filthy loads already collected that I keep in my own special freezer in the lab'. 'OMG Yeeeees' With that my son automatically put his hands behind his knees and pulled them as to further spread his already spread legs and gaping cunt. Our Doctor summoned me to come and watch what he was doing. He began to depress the plunger, and I could see the deadly seed from unknown toxic donors filling my sons gaping cunt. About half way through he slowly released the speculum taking it out, also removing the now half full syringe at the same time. Suddenly, and without any warning, he plunged his fist just past his wrist and steadily got to work to now open my little rugby stud wide open, as he ground in the copious amounts of nasty AIDS cum! He motioned me to the roll of Bio-Hazard stickers, and got me to put another one on, this time on my sons left pec. 'A matching pair. The second sticker represents the Syphilis we also detected'. With that my son threw his head back, arched his back, and moaned in ecstasy. Still naked I sat back down in my wheelchair, and just watched the Doctor totally wreck my sons cunt over the next hour or so. During this time he also unloaded the remaining nasty virulent unknown toxic cum from the syringe and worked it deeper and deeper into the willing and inflamed cunt flesh, as he contorted his face in evil lusting demonic expressions. 'Ohhh YES, you are one fucking nasty poz cump dump, aren't you boy' 'Yes Sir' 'I bet you'll be wanting a blood slam from your Daddy next' 'Oh FUUUCK YEEEEEES ... I'd LOVE that' 'You really are a fucking sick nasty fuck-pig, you know that!?' 'Yes Sir, I do' He got a syringe, opened up my cannula port, took some blood, walked over to my son, opened up his cannula port, attached the syringe, and summoned me over. He ordered me to put my thumb on top of his, and push, and in synergy we pressed the plunger down together. Bang ... My pure DNA meeting up with my mutated DNA in every part of my rugby studs sexy athletic body. 'Get on your knees you poz cunt' He opened his buttoned shirt, and pulled his pants and trousers down to reveal a very hairy torso, legs, and ass. The latter being pert and beefy. Another rugby build! His Dick bounced out of his pants, HARD, and oozing pre-cum. 'You don't remember me do you?' 'Er ... No' 'Our teams played a game of rugby a year ago, and I watched you shower. I knew one day I'd have you' 'I think I re... Before my son could say anymore, he shoved his rock hard pre-cum ozzing Doctor Dick right to the back of my sons throat... 'Shut the fuck up, cunt' He gagged, coughed, and spluttered at first, but soon they were in a steady deep-throating rhythm as my sweet son had his face fucked with a thick meaty weapon. 'I think it is time we cooled you down with some neg cum. You cannot have it poz the whole time you know' I knelt behind him, lifted his tail shirt up, and watched his beefy hairy ass grind in and out as he pumped my sons throat. I placed my pale scrawny hands on his alpha ass, and leaned in to sniff his musky sweaty hole. I gotten totally lost in the moment when I felt him tense up, grunt and growl as he unloaded his cum. Fuck, I wanted to taste it. 'Get up, sort yourself out, get dressed, and I want to see you in my patients room at 7pm when I come off of shift' As my son collected himself, I tugged on the shirt tail to my stud of a Doctor. He turned around, dick semi hard and slowly going down as it glistened with a mixture of cum and spit. He smiled at me, stroked my hair, and gently put his dick in my mouth. I moved my mouth and tongue to clean his spent dick. After a few minutes I suddenly felt a warm gush fill my mouth. I knew immediately what was going on, and happily began to drink his flowing piss. It felt wonderfully warm, leaving me with a satisfied inner glow. Having drunk his piss, my Doctor, and my son between them sorted everything out prior to the porter coming to collect me, including putting me in my gown again. My piss gifter addressed me ... 'After tonight I shall be off tomorrow and the day after, so, shall be back in a few days' Once back to my room, my sexy rugby son and I snuggled up in my hospital bed. He looked up at me, smiled ... 'I Love you Daddy. I couldn't be happier that it was you that pozzed me up' 'I Love you too, son' I lovingly kissed him on his forehead, his beads of converting sweat continued, yet again moistening my lips ... 'How do you feel about your new son moving in with his Dad, where I can look after you, and we together share a sexual and loving 'Daddy - son' life together?' I smiled inside and out ... 'I'd like that very much, son' Snuggling together we fell asleep until 6pm when dinner was served for the both of us. After we ate, we played cards again, and right in the middle of a game, the Doctor walked in. It was already 7pm! 'Grab your belongings, it's time for that chat. Oh, and my name is Richard, but you can call me Uncle Dick'. As they went to leave, Doctor Richard looked at me, giving me a wink as though to say, I am in control of your son now! ? ?

Part 5; My Doctor moved forward, pulled my boys meaty ass apart, and sandwiched his wet Hard vertical Doctor Dick between his sexy beefy round Latino cheeks. He started to spank him, as he did, he said ... 'So you want to end up like my patient here, is that it?' Continuing to firmly spank ... My boy looked up at my gaunt sunken face, smiled, and said ... 'Fuck yes Doctor'. 'You sick twisted Fuck' .... *Spank ... SPAnk ... SPANK* ... Slapping my sons perfect round ASS. My Doctor pulled away, put his Dick away, ordered my son to get dressed, re-iterated the 2pm appointment for tomorrow, then left to go home as his shift was finishing. The NEXT day; It was 11.45am, my son and I were joking and laughing with one another as we played cards. The Doctor walked in doing his morning rounds. Again, we discussed my case, then, the attention turned to my boy. 'The examination suite I booked for you is free for 1 hour before, so, I'll be here to pick you up 1.15pm, then we can get started a little earlier, for about 1.30pm, and I can do an even more thorough examination, OK'. 'Yes, OK'. The Doctor looked at me, and smiled ... 'You'll be coming too. You deserve to be there. You are the reason all this is happening'. 12.30pm my ordered lunch came. They also allowed my boy to eat there too, so we often ate together. As soon as 1.15pm came the Doctor was there, along with a porter to push me in a wheelchair. We arrived outside the suite at 1.25pm, and before he left my Doctor instructed the porter to pick me up @ 4pm. My son wheeled me in, with my Doctor locking the door once we were all inside. In an authoritative tone he ordered my son to strip naked, and lie on the examination couch with his ankles in the stirrups. My Doctor had my sons brand new medical file all of a few pages, and asked him to confirm his name, date of birth, and first line of his address. He confirmed he had no known allergies. The Doctor inserted a cannula into my boys hand, stating he was going to give him something to relax his body, to minimize any if not all discomfort that the examination might bring. 'Oh wow, I feel super relaxed'. 'Good, now I can give you that thorough examination'. The Doctor put on a pair of latex gloves, liberally lubing them all over, inserting one finger, then two, then three, then a fourth, right upto his knuckles. Then in went his thumb, and without much effort he was right upto his wrist. Whatever medication he had administered, it certainly was working its purpose! My son started moaning with pleasure, arching his back in and out. 'Keep still'. My Doctor released his fist, and inserted a 3 pronged rectal speculum, slowly opening it up until it was really stretching my boys cunt lips super wide. He came over to me, stood me up, and walked me over to where my sons legs where spread, and cunt was stretched. But, it seemed the Doctor didn't think they were stretched enough, so, widened the rectal speculum further still. My son didn't flinch one bit. Very nicely tranquilized! My Doctor then stuck a Bio-hazard sticker to my forehead. I could see right inside into my sons cunt, which stiffened my already hard Dick further, making it bounce against my hospital gown, which I had been wanking though when the Doctor first had his FFist inside my boy. The Doctor removed my gown, revealing my pale wasted body with bones sticking out, and a healthy big veiny hard-on which was oozing pre cum. The Doctor scooped up my pre cum and walked over to my boys face, ordering him to eat it! He looked over at me ... 'Go on, stick your nasty death-weapon inside his beautiful cunt, and breed his glowing womb with your fertile bugs'. I needed no prompting in all honesty, and was back inside my son for the first time in a few weeks. 'So, you want my patient to infect you, huh?' 'Oh god, YES Please' 'Well, he will be unable to infect you now' 'Eh? Why?' 'Because, he has already successfully managed to bug you up. I got your results this morning. Congratulations. You are now officially a nasty poz whore' With that the Doctor slapped a 'Bio-hazard' sticker onto my boys right pec. I was recovering nicely, my boy received the news he was wanting, and I was about to cum for the first time in weeks, and it was going to be inside my sons newly diagnosed poz cunt --- What a WONDERFUL examination! 'You are becoming so much better. Go on, breed him ... Breed Him ... BREED the nasty poz fucker'. My Doctors aggressive verbal talk started to send me over the edge to cumming. Not that I needed much to reach that point. My Doctor could tell I was getting close, so, rushed behind me to view me climax. I started to unload inside my boys speculum gaping cunt... 'Oh FUCK Yeah, what a stunning wasted ass showing off completely your anus and perineum. I know you are cumming right now as I see them twitching. Go ON, fucking give it to him'. Spent, I took my Dick out, and could now even see my toxic juice lying inside my sons beautiful dark pink cunt. I went to the head of the examination table, kissed my boy, and let him lick my Dick clean. My Doctor sat in front of my boy again, and proceeded to fill up a 60ml syringe with a creamy fluid. Of course, this was CUM! 'I am now going to lube you up with CUM ... Want to know where it is from?' ... ?

Part 3; For 5 days following the day we met and receiving his initial knocking up my rugby stud visited me every day, doing housework, cooking healthy hearty meals, washing me, and taking multiple loads each day of my highly charged, filthy dirty cum. However, as the week wore on my health was declining, so after 6 nights from initially meeting he started staying over, helping me out during the day, and each evening we would lay naked together on my couch, watching TV, and really enjoying each others company. We really clicked on a personal level We naturally fucked each and every way, and also shared lots of affection. We discussed how really sexy it was to see the contrast of my skinny wasted pale body against his glowing muscular tight Latino body. It really turned me on rubbing over his torso and lateral thighs with my bony veiny hands and fingers. I had a persistent cough for a few weeks that was worsening, and I was generally feeling more and more under the weather, despite this sexy stud looking after me. It had now been 10 days since we met. We were spooning on the couch, and I was coughing like crazy, plus also now sweating. He lay me on my back, propping my head up with some cushions, and proceeded to suck me. I don't know how, as I was now feeling fucking dreadful, but, the boy got me hard. No sooner had he did, he climbed on me and impaled his sweet gorgeous cunt on my nasty death-tool. As I lay there, totally wiped and motionless, he rocked his hips, using his inner muscles to massage my AIDS Dick! I know we were like this for over half an hour, as the TV was on, and a programme I like to watch came and went. I was now getting close to cumming, which he could tell, so, he took his slow deep rocking to an aggressive fast rhythm. I could not hold like I normally would when I would be in control, and just started to cum immediately, as I did I was coughing really badly. The following day it was clear I needed medical help, and was admitted to hospital. My sweet sexy Latino rugby boy was very loyal, and visited every day. He was lucky to be in a position where he didn't need to work, and spent a lot of his free time in the gym and of course playing rugby. However, since we met he was now giving the majority of his free time to what would now be his bugged up Master! I had now been in hospital for 2 weeks, and my loyal boy came in how I had never seen him before; Hunched, shivering, sweating, and complaining he ached all over. Not a word was spoken as he just naturally climbed into my hospital bed beside me, and snuggled in close. One of my assigned daytime Doctors walked into my room ...

I don't want to get my cock cleaned after having bred a hole. When I go home at the end of the night I want to have the juices of all the asses I've fucked on my cock and hopefully a lot of cum from other BB top fellows. I don't see why that should be ungrateful. Bottoms want to go home with as many loads as possible in their butts. Why shouldn't tops have their trophy in form of a filthy cock?

I'm liberal as hell. I supported Hillary -- even though she didn't inspire me like her husband did. If the republicans weren't so racist and christian, I might go along with some of their fiscal policies. But no. I'm pro-choice, pro-gay and anti-war. I am an island, politically.

Got fucked and bred by three different guys in a bar in Palm Springs last night. Fucking hot. Walked out of the place with cum dripping down my legs.

I posted an add on the almighty craigslist to be breed by some anon straight men. I get an email saying that a group of married men on business wanted to gangbang me anonymous. They texted my number with all their rings and cocks photos to show proof. I still wasn't sure if it was safe. Four on one? What if they wanted to rob me? But I took the chance anyways...I wanted my hole to be bred. So I got a hotel room in a sleazy hotel and prepped myself. I then got a text saying they were outside and to leave the door unlocked and have my ass up in the air. I put my jockstrap on, lubed up my cumhole and got into position...ass high in the air, face down. Ass up and ready to drain some nuts I hear a knocking on my door. I voice for them to come in. "There's that nice fat ass." They smelt of cigars and booze. "Can't wait to empty my nuts in that." Said the other I got so extremely turned on knowing that these random guys were going to unload inside me that my asshole began winking rhythmically. "Lookie lookie here...we got a winker." As one then slid a finger inside my hole. "Wink on my finger nice and slow." I began to flex my hole on his finger nice and slow and he began jerking his cock. "Time to breed this hole." I hear the belt come off and him positioning himself behind me. I relaxed my hole and he shoved it deep inside. It was painful but it felt amazing. He slowly began to stroke me deep and then went faster as he grabbed my hips. I began to tighten my hole as he began to cum inside me. "Jerry (Fictional game to keep anonymity) your turn." Jerry's cock was not long but thick and it certainly stretched me out. My hole was starting to loosen up and you could hear it as the lube and the cum was being mixed together inside my cumhole. After 10 minutes Jerry unloaded inside me. I had to tighten my hole from here on out just to keep the loads inside. The next guy had an average sized cock...but i wasn't complaining. As long as cum goes inside, I'm happy. This guy took about 5 minutes to unload but his load had to be the largest. He was grunting and breathing furiously for awhile while he cummed. "Who's last?" I asked teasing while I shook my ass. "Oh this cumwhore is still game eh" The last guy said as he smacked my ass hard. He slapped my ass a few more times before he entered me. He had the biggest dick out of all of them and knew it. He started out with a moderate stroke, letting me get used to it and then grabbed my hips and began thrusting deep inside my ass. My head dropped due to the extacy. "Yea take that fat dick." My hole was ridiculously sloppy now with all the loads and this huge dick inside my ass pounding away. The sounds from my sloppy hole being plunged turned him on and he fucked me even harder until he came inside me. I had taken 4 loads from men I don't even know what they look like! I was turned on so much arched my back even further to show them my handy work. "Stay there, we want pictures and video." So I stayed put...willingly obliging them to look at my destroyed cumhole. "Wink for us." I began winking as fast and hard as I could. "Now push out our loads in my hand." My hole sputtured out their loads for several minutes. He then smacked my ass with all the loads and rubbed it all over my ass. "Thanks for that hole, slut" I winked my hole at them a couple times on the way out as they laughed. Best saturday night ever

Totally horned up, I headed to the bookstore at lunch and found the parking lot fairly full, which I took as a good sign. Entering the bookstore, I entered a glory hole booth, chose a bareback video, and knelt a the hole and waited. The guy in the adjoining booth wasted no time in promptly sliding his medium uncut cock through the hole. I sucked him, and got him hard by alternating my focus on the head and shaft of his cock. I felt him When I sensed focusing on his head and his shaft until I feel him tense up, he shot his load down my throat, zipped-up and left. The next guy was a bit more shy, but eventually slides his cut cock through into my booth. I took my time with him, but eventually got him rock hard. I then teased his head, applying more and more pressure, which makes him squirm in pleasure. Eventually I stood-up, dropped my pants, and backed-up onto his cock, encouraging him to explore my hole. Taking my not-too-subtle hint, he pushed forward as I pushed back, his cock sliding into my ass. Then he violently pounded me, thrusting and shaking the cubicle walls, grunting and groaning particularly loudly when he shot his load in my cum hole, pumping a couple few more more times before he pulled out. I remained in that position, hoping he would re-enter me, but he didn't. I was still in that position when I heard him leave the booth, my hole still plastered against the glory hole when the next guy entered the booth, slipped his index finger in my cummy ass, unzipped and fed his cock into my cum-slicked cunt. He pumped and pumped, and I alternated relaxing and tightening my hole, giving him maximum pressure. Sure enough, as I expected and hoped, he also soon came in my hole. Fuck yeah! I love the sensation of having a loose, sloppy hole! He withdrew, and I could feel some cum running out of my ass, and presumably oozing down the wall on his side of the glory hole. I waited there, hoping for some more play, and was happy when I felt first a finger, and then a tongue, exploring my hole. This guy was an avid felcher, slurping all that cum out of my ass, grunting, moaning, licking and slurping away. His tongue felt wonderful. After several minutes his tongue was replaced by his finger, then two fingers, then three, fingering my hole as my muscles opened for him. Of course my hole was still wet from his spit and the cum which had worked through my ass lips, and I wondered if he was going to eat me some more, but no, I didn't get his tongue, but rather what must have been an exceptionally FAT cock. I really mean it was HUGE, so I took a hit of poppers thinking I had hit the proverbial jackpot. Pushing harder and harder, he eventually slid in, his big, thick anonymous cock was buried in my cum-slicked chute. I was in heaven. He didn't wait, but immediately began pumping me, and I relaxed my muscles, making myself ready for the nice, steady ride which it seemed like was likely, although I milked him a bit which made him swell even bigger. His pace picked-up, he pumped harder and harder, until he was going full steam when he shot inside me. I felt FULL. He continued pumping so I did my best to milk his cock, and apparently he enjoyed my efforts as I heard him groan in pleasure, but eventually his thrusts diminished in depth and intensity until just his mushroom head was still in my ass. Pulling off, I spun around to find a porn-sized cock which glistened with cum. Compelled to taste it, I took it into my my mouth and he fed me his entire length before he finally withdrew. Licking my lips, I thanked him (through the hole), as I reach back to my hole to feel the cum oozing out my gaping ass lips, into the puddle on the floor. I had definitely taken a big load. I sucked two more cocks, one older daddy and one smaller Latin, but didn't get any more cock in my ass. Oh, well. I had had three in each hole. That was a good lunch!

I wouldn't worry about having a fetish for getting your ass licked or your piss drank. There are people out there who have fetishes for all sorts of stuff... from sniffing panyhose to driving 100mph with a bottle of vodka in their hand to mowing down people of different religious beliefs with machine guns. Hell man, it's completely legal and acceptable to rape/pillage wildlife and the environment just to sell a car that gets 8mpg. Most people didn't even give it a second thought when we made it legal to drown prisoners for false confessions or walk away with a billion dollar bonus for fucking up the world economy. The same people who tell you that the worst thing you can EVER possibly do is fuck a dude in the ass will also give you some shit excuse why women shouldn't vote or blacks are better off as slaves. Then they'll devote all their collective resources toward keeping a 14 year-old from smoking a joint or having an abortion while corpses are hanging off bridges from the drug trade and millions are dying of starvation. Even a 5-year-old Harry Potter fan knows that we each have some good in us as well as some bad... but all that matters is what we do with it. You're doing a faggot a FAVOR if he begs you to piss down his throat, and that's sure better than denying a person the right to simply get married just because a 3,000 year-old fairy tale says it ain't right. Nobody wants to see a promising college kid get bullied into jumping off a bridge, but every one of us has fantasized about smacking our bitch boss in the head with a tire iron. If you start fantasizing about slitting people's throats or fucking a corpse in the wormy eye socket... well then you might want to consider finding a therapist. But right now you've got an entire web forum lusting to be the next hole you fuck (btw, call me) so why worry about what feels good or what other people think about it? I'll take a fair guess that you've done something worse at one point in your life, and anyone that knew about it didn't give it a second thought or even high-fived you for it... If it ain't hurting nobody, why give it the bother of a thought? There are chicks out there who will sue your ass for complimenting their outfit, and dudes who will put you in jail for taking a leak on the side of the road. But you've also seen both guys and gals who will beg you to suck the turd from your ass and then say thank you afterwards.

Hey guys, I've noticed that a lot of bottoms around here seem to equate being a bottom with being submissive. It find it kind of strange because, while I've run into plenty of submissive guys, I've never associated your sexual position with whether you're dominant or submissive (or masculine or feminine for that matter). So am I just the weirdo who enjoys men who are masculine and not submissive regardless of who fucks who? Am I the only one who kinda likes a couple of equals fucking each other, even if one is all top or the other's all bottom? And am I the only one who draws a distinction between "top" and "dominant" or "bottom" and "submissive?" Or is it all the same thing to most guys here?