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This story is not true but inspired by a comic I found online. Enjoy. Having just turned 18, I was not going to go trick or treating on my block except Mr. Kleberger, my neighbor, asked me to walk with his twin sons who were probably 7 or 8 at the time. I was in high school, so I wasn't even going to dress up, but my mom said I had to help him and I begrudgingly agreed (plus he was going to pay me and college would be expensive). Since it was last minute, I didnt have a costume and i was secretly relieved that i wouldnt be in danger of having to wear something embarassing on the off chance that i might see someone from ould wear a costume he had and you can imagine my face when I arrived after school and the costume choices were either a toga with some leather arm bands and boots or a Scottish wedding tux complete with kilt. The kilt was too big for me to wear, so I wore the toga and he wore the kilt/tux, while the boys wore Superman and batman costumes. Mr. Kleberger told me his wife was visiting some friends in another state that weekend and it would just be us for the evening, which I heard through a fog that clouded my brain power, brought on by the view of my neighbor and his hot former army ranger body and perfect pink cock. I must have been staring because he volunteered that the kilt was what he wore in his wedding and underwear was never worn between a kilt and a cock. I had a hard time trying to keep my own dick from tenting the toga, which made him notice that you could easily see my boxer briefs under the thin white material. At his urging, I agreed to see if something of his would fit me and not show through as much, but I was flabbergasted by his nonchalant lifting of the costume and tugging down my undies, which made me shoot to full mast while he kept the toga up with a haND and used his other hand to rifle thru his underwear drawer, a prolific collection of briefs, thongs and bikinis in every material and color under the sun. Despite the goal of keeping the underwear from showing beneath the toga, he produced a few bikinis in red, blue and green and helped me try on each one, fondling my package each time as he stood behind me so we could get a good look in the mirror. Next came some more logical options in the form of a few white and flesh colored thongs, and with those he began using his fingers to also lightly work my cheeks and butthole "so the thong lies str8 along the butt crack." Obviously there was more than just the fit causing his handy work, but my naive brain ignored any sexual interest possibly occurring since he was married to a woman. I loved the look of the thongs but he still wasn't satisfied until a lightning dawned on him and he dashed into his office and returned with a package from some online underwear store, newly acquired by him just in time to produce the perfect solution to my toga's dilemma, a white g-string made of the silkiest softest white mesh i'd ever seen or felt. Amazingly fortuitous that he happened to order the new mesh number a few weeks earlier and had yet to open them up. When I bent over to pull the undies up my legs, I felt the soft woolly texture of the kilt pressing against my thighs and smooth butt cheeks, but there was something odd about how it was pressing into me. Somehow the kilt was not hanging down in a normal fashion, but seemed to be wedging itself into the space under my balls and butt. As I finished pulling them up, Mr. K adjusted the kilt so that it slid open and I gasped because all that was left between my thighs, tickling the underside of my balls, was his semi hard dick. He pulled my hips in and lifted the toga up under my arms so his cock was thrusting ever so slowly into the tight envelope between my legs and testicles, whole his fingers adjusted and caressed my desperately hard dick, as it leaked precum through the mesh like a waterfall. "Don't worry about that," I recall him assuring me that it was normal to get excited by the smooth fabrics and no reason to be ashamed of what was just our normal physical response, according to the man whose cock was now dragging across my asshole with each slow movement along my crack. I can't remember exactly how I reacted to his assurances but I am guessing what I thought was a non commital shrug was probably a shudder of ecstacy accompanied by a list full moan. The doorbell rang and Mr. Kleberger was instantly unhooked from where his dick had been working up my ass crack, and I watched in what seemed like slow motion as his dick disappearedunder the kilt with a long string of precum connecting the head, now a much more red shade than the soft pink it had been when it was soft, to a spot hidden somewhere around the point at which the cock pouch met the string on the undies I was wearing. Somehow he managed to press his hard on up against his waist where it could not be detected , then recovered it all with the plaid skirt and headed to answer the trick or treaters at his front door. By the time I got my dick to go down, and readjusted my toga to where you could only barely see that I was still at half mast, another load of trick or treaters had come and gone and the boys were desperate to get going and get some candy. Mr. Kleberger told me that he would stay at the house to answer the door, and asked me me to take the boys through the neighborhood, but not to go past the two streets on either side of our street, and a suggestion that we stop at the house in between the two halves to get defrosted before headin out again. (This was colorado in late october, and the rule was snow always fell on halloween and then it was warm again til December.) I was still obsessing about how hot it had been getting to feel Mr. K's big dick under my sack as we hit the first two streets so the cold was a godsend, keeping my dick from getting fully hard while we were outside. When we stopped to warm up at the house, both boys ran to the kitchen to have somw hot cider their dad had made for us, and while they drank and looked at their loot so far, Mr. Kleberger commented that I must be freezing in my thin costume and pulled me against him to warm up, whispering that he added something extra to my drink and his own, if I thought I could handle the effects. The idea that he was not only touching me again, but bending the rules and letting me have some liquor (I assume it was liquor altho looking back I can't be sure it wasn't ghb or something similar), all added up to the insinuation that in his mind, I was classified as a man, not some little boy. My dick was hard again, and the effects of the drink kept me from noticing that he was still holding me, despite my temperature returning to normal and even beginbing to spike since he was now behind me again, trapping me between his hips and the kitchen counter as he molested my crotch and chest, humored his somehow uncovered cock closer to my hole, and kept me from putting down my glass until I finished the drink, then giving me his drink and telling me to go ahead, since I seemed to like it so much. My head was swimming slightly as another doorbell ring broke us from our entanglement and Mr. K told us to head back out but to hurry back so we could go to a few houses in the other part of the neighborhood that belonged to some pepole he knew before he revealed a surprise for the boys. The mere mention of the surprise had the boys sprinting from house to house, which was not as easy for me to keep up with, now that i was drunkish or under the influence of whatever he put in the drinks, and the even more powerful influence of his sexuality. It took us less than half the time to finish the two long streets and return to the house, where Mr. K waved us inside where he was on the phone with someone, telling them that we would be over in a few minutes. He told the boys to get in his truck but explained that they needed to leave the front seat for me and the surprise, at which point he pointed to a duffle bag by the door to the garage. Both boys hoped up and ran, with candy bags in tow, straight to the truck. I turned to follow, stopping when I felt his hand grip my shoulder. Turning back to face the man who had me semi hard already, I felt my dick go back to fully erect as he stepped close and handed me a shot glass filled with a slight blue liquid, indicating I should drink it fast, while his hand squeezed my dick and he leaned in to whisper. Amazingly he was not saying anything particularly erotic but rather just describing how he had called my parents and ask them if it was okay that I stay the night in order to help him get some stuff finished for work. He asked me if I was okay with that and I nodded feeling the gross soapy tasting stuff in the shot glass hit me almost as soon as it went down my throat. I must have made a face that told him how gross it tasted because he laughed and simply told me that it was well worth it once it took full effect. Sure enough I could barely it sit up straight in the car all the way to the home of one of his co-workers where The Boys trick or treated he chatted with a very attractive older man and his wife. From there we went to another house owned by his boss, a tall dark haired man who was easily twice as wide in the shoulders as I was. The boys had some hot cocoa with the boss's housekeeper while Mr. K introduced me to Mario. The fluid in the shot glass was in full effect by now and without thinking I managed to spurt out loud something that sounded essentially as though I found him incredibly attractive though not nearly that eloquent. Because of the effects of the blue goo, I don't remember exactly what it was I said although I'm pretty sure somewhere in the sentence were the words f*** your hot. Both men laughed as I turned a deep shade of red, immediately realizing how awful it could have been if they hadn't found it humorous. Luckily they seemed to have a very similar sense of irony and humor as the man who I learned at some point in the conversation was of Italian descent, proceeded to reach out and put his arm around me pulling me in next to him and reaching down once he was sure the boys could not see and taking a handful of my ass under the toga even going so far as slipping one finger into my ass crack and wiggling it against my tight asshole. By this point in the evening I was less inhibited but I still gasped at his touch which got another big laugh out of both he and Mr. Kleberger. I had a feeling from the snake shaped bulge working down his right trouser leg that we could have done a lot more than just getting handsy but the boys re entered the room at that point so we said goodbye and we're back in the car. The last stop was the home of some of the boy's classmates which is where Mr. Kleberger told us all what the surprise was. He opened up a duffle bag he had brought from the house and inside were some of the boys' pajamas and street clothes and two sleeping bags. Both boys got really excited as their dad explained that they were going to spend the night with their friends and he would pick then up in the morning. He walked them to the door and returned to the car and explained that he still needed my help answering the door if any trick or treaters came by while he made a few calls for work, and perhaps we could watch a scary movie or something like that when he finished if I could still hang out for the night. I agreed with a nod and we made small talk on the 5 minute drive back to his house which I heard very little of due to his hand stroking my thigh and getting closer and closer to my cock with each rub until he was able to run my groin without any pretense. We pulled into the garage and he lifted the toga material and gave my dick a few strokes through the mesh undies as I moaned, then covered me up and told me to follow him inside. Instead of heading to the living room which was right next to the front door, he headed down the steps just inside the garage door to the ground level basement where a small bathroom and a spare bedroom were all located. "I figured you might like to watch a movie on the big screen and relax on the Murphy bed in here," he explained while pullin a Murphy bed down from where it was on the wall. He told me to get comfy and asked if I wanted to watch TV or a film he thought I would enjoy, which got a shrug from me, so he smiled and walked to the dvd player and inserted a disk that he pulled from a pocket on his coat, which I'd seen him take from his boss before we left. He handed me the remote and said he would be back in a few once he finished his calls, but that this disc had some videos I would like. As he went upstairs to make the calls, I felt deflated hoping to get to play with him some more, but I decided to wait to see what happened once he was done with his calls and played the first clip on the dvd. The screen lit up with a scene featuring a man in a mask stalking a half naked man though a warehouse, bUT before they could build any tension it cut ahead to where the masked man caught the other man and proceeded to hold him down and tear off his shorts and rape the guy. I was shocked that this seemed to be just a rape scene from some movie, and while you couldnt see exactly what was going on, the nudity and movements left little to the imagination. This must have been a mistake I thought but I didn't want Mr. K to find out so I turned the volume down and played the next scene on the disc. This was yet another sex scene, this one featuring two men having sex with a woman, and again the scene showed enough nudity and implied penetration that I was hard as nails and jerking my dick slowly while I watched. The three or four scenes after that one confirmed that these were each sex scenes from movies so I began flipping through them at 2x speed to see as many penis and butts as I could! That's when I got to a scene that was suddenly very different, obviously shot on a camcorder by an amateur camera man. This scene showed the couple we met earlier in the evening in their bedroom as they began undressing and fucking around. I could hardly believe my eyes. I skipped to the next scene and again it was the couple from earlier but now the wife was getting tag teamed by her husband and another man who seemed familiar. Once I got a good look at him I realized it was Mario! The scene was short but had my mind spinning. I laid down to keep from passing out and started the next scene. The screen showed a different bedroom now and on the bed was a gorgeous guy who couldn't have been too much older than me, but was muscle-bound and hot as fuck, wearing just a tight pair of red briefs. The camera operator reached out and groped the boy on the bed, and then set down the camera on a table and came into the shot. It was mario again! Mario told the young man to lose the briefs and turn over before he took off the briefs he had on and began jerking his big cock. I couldn't help but play with my butthole and cock as he first fingered then licked and finally fucked the guy without a condom on. My eyes were glued to the images and I was so focused on their sex that I didn't realize that I could no longer hear Mr. Kleberger on thr phone. It wasn't until I heard his feet coming down the stairs that I began to scramble to change the scene and just turned it to one of the str8 sex scenes when the door opened and Mr. Kleberger walked in carrying some bottles under his arm and the bowl of candy. He smiled and asked if I liked the movie scenes and I told him I did, very much. He made me a drink with the bottles and sat next to me on the bed, lettin me know he had shut off the outside light since we were probably done getting trick or treaters anyway. We sipped our drinks and he asked if he could show me a film on the disk he enjoyed, I nodded and he selected a title from the menu that appeared to be the whole movie which disappointed me until he told me it was about a young man who worked as a prostitute and got into some very bizarre situations. Sure enough less than 5 minutes in there was a scene where the guy was dressing up in woman's clothes and had to jack off for a man, and two seconds later another scene where an older woman hired him and 3 others to gang bang her. Mr. K removed his shirt, since it was so warm and when he sat down he did so behind me and pulled me back so I was between his legs with his arms around me as he leaned against the pillows and headboard. The kilt had ridden up as I scooted back and I could feel his throbbing cock as he very slowly and subtly rubbed it against my butt. He asked me if I had ever smoked weed and I admitted I had smoked with a friend, but i made the single hit from my friend's pipe sound like I had smoked a dozen times. Mr. K produced a joint from some unknown location and while i was scarred to do dtugs, i didnt wamt to stop the fun so i took a big hit when he handed it ti me, followed by coughing a lot while he chuckled and patted my back. He showed me how to shotgun a hit then, and after the first shotgun, he kissed me and each time after that we made out more and moee until the joint was done, and we were making out in earnest. Meanwhile he had one hand untying the belt on the toga while his other hand was working it up my thighs and pulling it up to take it off. My hips lifted up off the bed so he could get the toga further up and when I sat back down he pulled me in closer and his dick was now firmly between my cheeks and pumped every so often, playing with my hole and poking my balls from below each time he pushed. He spoke softly about the movie, telling me he always wanted to meet someone like the boy in the film, and asking me if I would ever do stuff like that for the right price. I was drunk by then and agreeing to everything he was saying, so I think he knew I wouldn't object when he moved us to the side of the bed, pulling me down to my knees and removing his kilt entirely before telling me to open my mouth. This wasn't the first dick I had sucked which must have been apparent because he was pleased and very complimentary about the fact I was deep throating his big pink cock and had no trouble choking even when he was going fast. Before too long he told me he was getting close and he had another thing he wanted to try. Pulling me back to my feet, he spun me around and pushed me back on to the bed, then peeled the undies off my dripping dick and began sucking my cock and licking my balls and ass. I was already leaking pre cum and moaning like crazy so he must have decided to just go for broke, because when I couldnt feel his tongue on me and opened my eyes, he was lubing his dick with something from his nightstand and pulling my hips to the edge of the bed. I told him I wasn't sure if I could handle getting fucked and he laughed, tellin me he had no intention of fucking me, he just wanted to see if he could get the tip in me since I was so tight. I asked if he should put on a condom, but he insisted that we weren't actually going to fuck so there was no need for anything like that. My drunk horny ass was in no position to disagree, literally, so I let him fold back my legs and put the cool slick stuff he had been using on his dick on my hole with his fingers, inserting one then two and working them in and out while I grimaced and held my breath. He kissed me and told me to relax, reaching over and pulling a pipe from the pocket of his discarded pants and heated the pipe from below, which I had not scene anyone do before. He shot gunned some hits to me again and suddenly I was hornier than I had ever been and feeling much less drunk, although the high was clouding my judgement enough that I felt even less resistant to his fingers. He lit the pipe for me and made me take 6 big hit's in a row, and I was surprised at how easily I took them compared to the joint. When I was done with hit number six he set the pipe down and moved back between my legs, but this time he went ahead and worked his cock up between my cheeks until the head was pressing harder and harder against it. He leaned in, pushing my legs further back until my knees were next to my ears so he could kiss me. Thats when he thrust his hips forward fast and burst through my sphincter until half his cock was speared into my hole and I screamed into his mouth while we kissed. He told me to breath and covered my mouth, which seemed counter intuitive, then he kept pushing forward while I squealed and groaned until I felt his hips flat against my ass cheeks, which were spread to where I felt they might rip open and leave me split right down the middle. He removed his hand and told me to take a minute and get used to his dick, and I told him to take it out, but he said it was too late for that now. I tried to convince him that it was too big but he kept reminding me that he was already all the way in. I even tried to ask again that he put on a condom, and he said he would once I was used to his size, since it would hurt too much to take his cock out now and put it back in. He then slowly worked it in back and forth bit by bit, which made me shut up and squeal some more which only made him enjoy it more. Within a few minutes he was working it in and out 4 or 5 inches at a time and as he had told me, my ass was starting to relax and accept it, and my dick, which had deflated during the initial pain, was making a come back with each slide of his meat across my prostate. We took some more hits from the pipe and sure enough I began to enjoy his fuck. "I knew you were going to take this dick, you little whore," he said as he built up speed. "I could tell you were begging for it the moment we moved in back when you were just a kid. You had that look on your face that says 'make me take your raw dick and I will be a cumslut for life!' I just didn't think I would want your ass so bad once you grew up, but I can't help it, your butt is like a bubble I have been wanting to pop since it grew in." I should have been offended but it turned me on knowing he was watching me and wanting me. He continued to tell me how much he had dreamed of raping my butt and turning me into a plaything, how he had ordered the underwear specifically for me to wear and planned our costumes so he could fuck my ass, even if he'd had to get me wasted and do it once I passed out. Somewhere in his furious fuck, I remembered we were fucking sans rubber, and for the third time that night I brought it up, which made hI'm cover my mouth and tell me to forget the condom, cause he was about to breed my boy butt and that was the last thing he wanted to hear about it. I might have argued except he grabbed my cock and jerked me with gusto as he neared his own orgasm. Bring a teen boy, the stimulation of his hand on my dick and his cock in my ass was too much and with his command that I "shoot that boy whore load!" I did just that, spraying us both up to our faces, just in time for his dick to ram further than it had reached yet that night and unload spasm after spasm of hot cum deep in the darkness of my butt. Since that night, we played a lot of times, often with his boss or the other man from his office, and even once with some boys from my school, but I still get hard on halloween remembering the trick he played and what a treat it was!

We reeked of sex as I pulled him into the shower room and the showers automatically started to run, but I had no intentions of cleaning up just yet. Throughout the first fuck session we’d been drinking water and now I pushed him to his knees and stood before him. He immediately began to lick my cock and nuzzle my balls as I tweaked my tits. He looked up at me as he worked his lips and tongue up and down my shaft, gobbing on it and slowly wanking it to milk a steady stream of precum from the tip. He expertly probed my piss slit with his tongue and squeezed the head, lapping it with his gorgeous tongue in expectation of my piss. I smiled and beckoned him onto the inbuilt bench and turned him around. I looked at his arse. It was beautiful. The hair was matted with spit, cum and arse juice and sweat and I bent down to sniff, drinking in the scent of the freshly fucked hole. There’s no better scent on a man. He moaned and with one hand pushed my face between his cheeks. I opened my mouth and let my tongue tease his hole, making him moan even more. I stood up and flipped him onto his back and stood between his legs. The ring through my cock glistened as my cock shook with anticipation. The bench had been built wide enough and high enough to provide the perfect fuck position and sure enough he raised his legs and held his ankles as I slid into his cunt once again, and he sighed. He was still so tight as my cock went in as deep as it could but I didn’t start to fuck him. I leaned forward and kissed him, one hand pushing onto his bladder. He grinned and without hesitation started to piss up into our open mouths, our tongues scooping it up as we drank his steamy, fetid liquid. As we kissed, Milos’ piss filling our mouths, I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed into him as deep as possible onto my cock and then released my own flow. His eyes opened as he felt - clearly for the first time - this new sensation of piss filling his gut. As my piss filled his arse and he started to squirm, I whispered for him to clench hard on my cock and seal off his arse and take all my fluid. I slowed my piss and we continued to kiss as I slowly fucked him. He told me how great it felt to feel my piss sloshing in his cunt and my cock fucking it into his body, saying his cunt was mine to use as I wanted. I kissed him deeply. I told him to release his arse muscles and felt my piss slowly out of his hole spilling down my legs and mingling with the water that was cascading over our bodies. Sliding my cock into his gut as the fluid spilled out was such an intense sensation it was all I could do not to cum again but I restrained myself. When his arse was finally empty I pulled out and stood up and pulling Milos to his feet we showered, our hands exploring each other’s bodies, even allowing Milos to finger my own cunt before leaving the shower and heading back to the bedroom. The porn was still playing - now Sean Storm being gangfucked by a group of daddies. Pulling Milos onto the bed with me, I relit the pipe and we shared a few tokes as we snogged. Both our cocks were so hard again and leaking precum down the shafts. My arse was now itching for some action - even though I’d wanted to do the fucking, now my gut wanted to be filled at least once but I wanted to remain in control. So as we snogged I slid on top of Milos and positioned myself over his cock. Pulling back his generous foreskin and watching the trapped precum ooze down hisbshaft, I teased his head with my hairy hole. He gripped my waist with one hand and my cock with the other. Slowly I lowered by cunt onto the head of his cock and stopped, leaning down to kiss him. His breathing was shallow as I felt his hips rise up. I slapped his head and he dropped his hips. I pulled my arse away and leaned back to grab his bollocks, twisting them hard for good measure. Milos yelped. I opened the poppers and took two deep hits before handing Milos the bottle to repeat. Resting his fingers on my tits and cock, pulling my cock by the cockring and making my balls shiver, I once again started to lower myself onto his cock. It was thicker than I expected and as I hadn’t been loosened up it felt good as it pushed against the walls of my ass as he teased my tits and cock head. I let out an involuntary moan as I pushed down on his shaft. His hairy sweaty bollocks felt good in my hands, heavy with cum which I so desperately wanted to feel shoot deep into my guts. I began to ride him, slamming down to the base of his cock in rhythm to his wanking my cock. Soon my arse was slick with his precum, and I could feel his extra uncut skin sliding around in my guts. I leaned down and told him how much I wanted his seed, and he smiled. “You want my poz seed, dude?” For a split second I froze then smiled. Milos was way hornier and sleazier than I had originally thought. “Yeah dude, you’ve had mine, now I want yours.” He smiled and threw his head back in ecstasy as I slammed even harder onto his cock and his hips started to rise to meet each thrust. I leaned back and pushed two fingers into his arse, still so tight. My balls started to tighten so I slapped his hand off my cock - I wanted all my seed in his arse, deep in his arse and he seemed to understand me. He focused on my tits and I rode his cock with increasing speed and vigour. I grabbed a fistful of his chest hair in one hand as he started to moan and his legs beneath me started to go rigid. And then as I leant down to kiss him he thrust up and deep into my arse and I felt a torrent of his hot spunk erupt into my arse. I kept riding his cock even as the spasms started to subside - feeling his young cock pushing his gift of poz seed as deep as it could. I could almost feel his spunk leaking through the walls of my arse into my blood stream and it felt good. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more and I wanted to see how much further Milos would go. He’d already surprised me and I wondered as I felt some of his spunk leak from my hole, how much he’d really done. I rolled off him and drew him towards me. As we snogged, I felt his fingers probe my arse and pull his own spunk out and into his greedy mouth. As we kissed I lit the pipe and we toked as we watched the ongoing porn show. Now a succession of smooth twinks being fucked by hairy daddy types. So fucking hot. I decided to move things on. I grabbed my phone and checked my messages. As he watched I scrolled to one of my fuck apps and opened it. It sprang to life with countless messages. As he watched, I opened some of them. All wanted the same thing - a fuck session. Either alone or with others. Some had pics. One caught my eye and I opened it. It was my young ginger stud - Toby. The pics and messages were clear - he wanted some T fun and the picture of his tight smooth arse leaking cum with his heavy dripping cock dangling between his legs caught Milos’ attention. “Hot fucking dude. He a regular?” I nodded. “Yeah. Raw n tight. Like him?” “Fuck yeah. Ginger is hot.” I turned to Milos. “Shall we get him over. Would love to watch him fuck you.” Milos smiled and nodded as he pulled on his dick. I messaged Toby and continued to scroll through my messages til I found who I was looking for. Sure enough, when I clicked the message, Milos gasped. My boyfriend has a friend - Michael - a Brazilian Guy. Fit as fuck with 11 thick inches and beer can thick with a massive arse ripping mushroom head. Sometimes my boyfriend and Michael take turns on my arse. Serious turns, my cunt left so full and sloppy I sometimes have to take a day off work to recover and wank through all the memories. When my boyfriend was out of town, Michael likes to use my ass solo. Tonight I had other ideas. “You like?” “Big fucking dick!” I didn’t wait for an answer but replied that Michael should come over. “I wanna see him break your butt.” Milos smiled and kissed me. “Fuck dude. Break both of us.” I smiled. No. Just Milos.

I’d been a late bloomer for most of my life. Accepting myself as gay was hard and so I only lost my virginity at 27 after I had moved to Berlin for a new job. After that I was still pretty shy but grindr and other apps helped me make up for lost time at least a little. Maybe a year later I was sitting at my desk bored off my ass and decided to have a look on grindr. As it was still pretty early there was not much going on nearby, but I soon got a message from a guy who was really close by asking if I was also working at his company. Turns out I was. He was only 22 and his profile pic was a headless but nicely toned torso with a pretty nice bulge. We messaged a bit back and forth and then he sent me a pic of his cock and asked if I would suck him. Being shy I hesitated at first, but I was intrigued by the idea of having sex at work, so I agreed. I had no idea what I was in for. He told me to go to a bathroom that was pretty secluded where we probably wouldn’t be disturbed, switch off the lights and get naked; then text him to come. So that’s what I did. He got in shortly after and opened his pants. I couldn’t see a thing. We got closer and he pushed my head down on his cock telling me I was now his bitch and I should suck him good. This light dom/sub play was new to me and I hesitated for a moment, but he used that moment to push his cock deep in my mouth and made me gag on it with his hands holding my head tight. That’s when I clicked. I loved being his bitch and gagging on his big cock, so I just started sucking as if my life depended on it. “That’s right, bitch.” He said. “Swallow my cock. You like it, don’t you?” We kept going for a while and I really enjoyed it. When I started jerking my dick, though, he heard me fapping and twisted my nipple. “No, slut! You are to please me and not yourself.” I was his bitch and I was in heaven. It took him just a little longer until his breathing got harder and he said: “I’m about to cum and you’re gonna swallow it. If you really don’t want to, clap your hand twice on my butt and I’m gonna stop. But I would be very disappointed.” I thought about it. Did I really want this young guy, whose face I had never seen, cum into my mouth and then swallow it? I was too far gone though. I was his bitch. So I kept going and increased my sucking. “Yeah that’s right, bitch. You’re mine. Here it comes.” And he came with a big load down my throat, that I somehow managed to swallow completely. “Now lick it clean. I don’t wanna go back to work with a sticky cock.”, he said. When I was done, he put his cock back in his pants, zipped up and before he left the bathroom he told me: “You can finish yourself off now, slut, and wait at least 5 minutes before you leave! I don’t want you to see my face.” I only managed to say thank you and then he was gone. TO BE CONTINUED

I like a faggot that is nothing more than an object. the slave/master thing is hot but I like whores that know that nobody thinks of it as nothing special or has any special connection to it. The cumdump is just a body that men use for dirty bareback fucking, fisting, choking, gangfucking, whoring out, pissing on, whatever. Fun to play with but basically worthless and disposable

Leading him into the bedroom, I picked up the remote control clicked on the tv, launching it immediately into a revolving loop of the hardest, sweatiest and wettest porn. We stood and watched the scene for a while, two guys - one my favourites, dirty Aussie boi Kieron - pounding a shaved headed British guy in a black and white jock. Each thrust keenly showed on the bottom’s ecstatic face. I looked at Milos who was licking his lips. I jumped onto the bed and onto my back, reaching into the draw I pulled out my pipe - always loaded with T and a lighter. “Wanna join me?” I asked. Milos looked uncertain. But I’ll let you into a little secret I m’ve learned about boys like Milos. They start off smoking spliffs cos it’s cool and poppers because they’re good for wanking and that first bout of getting fucked with rubbers. Then they get into the gay scene and take some coke and before they know it they’ve graduated to pills, mdma and prep because when you’re high who wants to fuck around opening a condominium packet? They think they’re party boys with their lines of coke, pills, powder and V. And finally they start taking the odd bump of k. For them, k is hardcore. I mean, who ever wants to fall down a k-hole more than once? For them, Tina is for losers. Who wants to become an addict and fuck up their lives? But that’s the secret they harbour deep in their souls. By this point they’re watching hard, bareback porn - the hardest. They’re popperbating to raw fucking, doing piss (only) when they’re high and spending time in saunas and dark rooms. But in the back of their minds they’re not intrigued by Tina, they want to try it and just want to find someone they trust, who won’t make them take too much. And “just the once” because who doesn’t want to be a bottom boi slut n whore at least once taking load after load and hopefully from a group of men they’ve never met? Gentlemen, may I present Milos. Poor fucking cunt. He was hungry for Tina. Just the once. I was going to make him my Summer Time T Whore. He looked uncertain but I could tell from his eyes that he wanted to. I lit the pipe and watched the smoke start to swirl. I took a gentle toke and placed the pipe on the bedside. I stretched, flexing my abs and closing my eyes, I started to knead and stretch my bollocks, lifting my hand to my face to sniff the mix of all day musk, sweat and his saliva that made my bollocks wet and sweaty. I knew he was watching. I could feel it. I spread my legs and let my hand drop to my cunt and moaned a little. I felt pressure at the end of the bed, and opening my eyes, I saw Milos straddling my feet. I smiled and beckoned him over. Pulling him into my arms, I drew him in for a kiss. He didn’t resist and our tongues proved each other’s mouths and without thinking about it Milos got his first taste of T smoke. I pulled him in closer, my hand cupping his jock. I told him he was “gorgeous”, “sexy” and “hot”. And I wasn’t lying. He was. And I knew at some point during our session I would tell him I “loved” him. And at the precise moment I probably would. In the midst of animalistic, drug-fuelled fucking there is always a momentarily lapse into “love”. I opened the poppers and took two deep huffs and closed the bottle without offering it Milos. Pulling him back towards me, he instinctively opened his mouth and drew in my poppers breath. Swapping breath, clean, poppers or otherwise is such an amazing thing - neither of you wanting to pull away until you’re dizzy. And good prep when debasing a new boi. Finally we pulled ourselves apart and I dropped my hand to his arse. The butt plug was still there and as I began to leverage it in his hole we kissed, his hands finding and tweaking my tits and making me moan involuntarily. Finally I pulled it out and looked at it, glistening and sticky with his arse juices. I pushed it into my mouth, savoring his salty taste in my mouth before he greedily pulled it out of my mouth and sucked on it himself. I grinned, pulling it back I traced it down his back and inserted once again in to his wet hole before pushing him down towards my cock. He slid down and took my cock to the back of his throat, involuntarily gagging as he miscalculated how long and thick my cock had become. He pulled back and drew a line of precum from the head of my cock to his lips before sliding down my shaft again. His hands kneaded my bollocks as he gorged and spat on my cock. One hand lightly fingered my hole before he pulled it back and took a deep sniff. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers into my mouth, eager to taste my own musky cunt. As he sucked my cock, worshipping it I picked up the pipe, lit it and took another gentle toke. Holding it in, I replaced the pipe and stared at him. Like a feral animal he moved up my body and grabbing my head in both hands pushed his lips against mine and opened his mouth. For an instant I held my breath and then ever so slowly, I released the vapor into his mouth. He sucked my breath into his lungs and held back from releasing. Our eyes were open and we were staring at each other. As I watched, his pupils dilated and his cock, still trapped in his jock shuddered as he pushed it against my own throbbing tool. He pulled away and breathed out, burying his face in my chest. My hand slid down and grabbed his cock through the sports fabric and whispered: “More?” He looked up. The confusion was gone, replaced with a new look, a desire for more smoke, for the opportunity to releases the depraved cunt he had been hiding for so long. I handed him the pipe and lit it. Guiding him I coaxed him to take two short tokes and then a deeper one. Taking the pipe from him, I pushed him into his back and swung behind him. I pulled up his legs and revealed his arse in all its glory still strapped into the jock. His arse was hairy, from cheeks to crack and when I pulled his cheeks - muscular and hard - apart, I sighed as I saw the dark fur covering his crack and hole. I bent down and took a deep breath and my cock went rigid as I inhaled the smell of his unfucked cunt - I caught a faint whiff of sweat and rubber from the dildo before running my tongue the length of the groove. Milos gasped as he felt my my tongue travel between his cheeks and then return to start lapping and chewing on his hairy hole. I inhaled again as I pulled his cheeks further apart, and slightly buzzing began to push and probe at his hairy hole, seeking to taste the insides of his arse, still sweet and unbattered by my cock. I pulled his arsehole apart, probing it with my fingers and tongue. Milos opened the poppers and took a deep hit before handing the bottle to me. Two deep huffs and I was eating his cunt out, pushing my tongue deep into his hole, gobbing on it and prising it open to watch my spit get swallowed up before exporting him to push his rosebud out for me to chew. Before I lost all sense of time I stopped and pulled off his jock. His cock sprang free and, uncut, as it sprang back it spewed precum all over his hairy belly. I pulled back his gorgeous foreskin and focused on his cock, his hands moving to the back of my head. I growled as I swallowed his cock, pulling in his generous foreskin with my teeth and sliding my hand up and down his spit-wet shaft. I slid a finger under his arse and gently eased it up his hole making him gasp. I pulled it out and pushed two fingers into his mouth, feeling his tongue swirl them with gob before pushing them back into his wet home up the knuckle and twisting them in sync with sucking his cock. His hands found my tits and tweaked them, making me spurt precum. I finally pulled off and pulled him to me for a deep, wet snog as I continued to finger his boi cunt. We were now sweaty, and slightly high so I grabbed the pipe and we shared a few clouds of T. We were in a frenzy of kissing, grappling and sucking each others cocks and licking out each other’s pits when I suddenly found his legs over my shoulders and my cock primed. Without asking I rammed my cock into his hole. No niceties or pleasantries just my raw, unrelentingly hard cock deep in his cunt. He gasped as I ripped into his hole, and for an instant tried to push me off, but as quickly realising this was what he wanted. His legs wrapped around my body as I started to pound his hole open. Each thrust causing him to wince and grunt in pain, but his legs pulling me back in deeper every time. We were locked together, eyes locked, my balls slapping against his butt with each deep stroke; only stopping to pull out before slamming back in and making Milos yelp and grin. Our breathing in sync, I told him how tight he was, and he answered telling me how he wanted me to use and open up his cunt; breed him; fuck him in every way. And I responded by pulling his head back by his hair and gobbing in his mouth, calling him my cunt boi and how I was going to stretch his arse, breed him and fill him with my piss. But not yet. After one final hard deep thrust, I pulled out and pulled his arse into the air. I looked at his hole. It was slightly more open, but not enough. I pushed my tongue in and tasted my precum as he automatically pushed his bud out into my mouth. His hands reached round to strike and squeeze my cock before I pulled him up and we faced each other on our knees. His cock was dripping as I grabbed it. Pulling back his foreskin I wiped his cockhead with my fingers and licked them. I leaned over and opened the draw. As he watched I pulled a box out and opening it took out a bolt, and dexterously weaved it into the head of my cock. “Fuck, yeah man,” he whispered as he stroked his cock and balls. I leaned over the bed and picked up his bullet. I gave it to twists and held it under his nose; then repeated it for me. It burned it was so strong. Taking a bottle of water from the side of the bed I drank half of it before watching Milos finish the bottle. Then I pushed him into his back and fell into his sweaty, open arms. As we kissed we started to feel the heat in our bodies increase as the k started to take effect. I love K. I love the sensation it gives me of being outside my own body but most of all I love how it makes me as sweaty as fuck and rampant. Tonight was no different and I know what I wanted. I lay down and swung him on top so his arse was over my face. He needed no instructions and pushed his wet, sweaty, fucked hole into my face. I moaned as I was smothered by his hairy arse and felt him lean down to suck my cock and chew on my piercing. My hands rubbed and pummeled his hairy sweaty back as I tried to push my face quite literally into his arse. Every so often he would pull back and push his cock down my throat, taking charge as he fed me cock and cunt, only stopping to gob on my face or share hits of poppers. We were laughing from how sexy and horny we felt. The verbal was hard and dirty and we were in tune. Suddenly he pulled my arse into the air and pushed his face into my butt. As I’ve said before, I’m not one for being eaten out but tonight I gasped from the sheer pleasure of feeling his stubbled face and rough tongue on my sweaty musky hole, matching my own tongue on his cunt lap for lap. He told me how good my arse tasted - musky, sweaty, earthy - as he spread my cheeks and pushed his fingers in. Subconsciously I thanked God that i’d been on a light diet for the last few days in preparation for my original plans to be a total bottom for the whole weekend, as never before had I wanted someone’s tongue in my arse as I wanted Milos’. Releasing me he rolled me over and into all fours. Throwing me the poppers he spread my cheeks and burrowed into my arse. As I watch the porn - now Josh Weston being fucked by a bunch of black dudes - Milos licked, chewed and ate out my arse as I reached back and held his face against my arse, only pausing to rub his uncut cock against my hole. I could feel my hole getting wetter and wetter and the urge to give up my cunt was almost overwhelming. But not tonight. As he once again teased my hole with his cock I reached under and squeezed his bollocks hard enough to make him yell and unbalance him. I seized the opportunity and push him into his stomach and rammed my cock into his unprepared arse, forcing one arm up behind his back. As he struggled I slapped the side of his head. “No, you cunt. You don’t get to fuck me. I’m going to make you my sub boi and ruin your butt.” I slapped his head again and as he begged me not to stop I plowed his arse with deep hammer fucks, pulling all the way out before ramming my cock back in balls deep. As he breathing grew ragged his arse finally gave way and I drove my cock deeper than ever before, feeling his arse muscle give in as he gave in to the piercing ripping his insides open. I released his arm and slide two fingers in under my cock, widening his hole, and feeling my precum ooze out. I pushed his head into the pillow and became focused on thing and one thing only, opening up his arse with my cock and fingers. Beneath me, Milos was grunting not from pain but from a new sensation deep in his cunt he’d probably not experienced before but which every bottom eventually comes to feel - the need to be filled, pounded and used. Once that feeling takes over nothing else matters. Suddenly Milos was pushing his arse against my cock in synchronous rhythm, and pulling his arse cheeks apart so that he could feel me as deeply as possible. I flipped him over, and pulling his legs open, pushed my cock into his arse. Now we were one sweating, seething bestial mass of flesh. Joined cock to arse, lips on lips, tongues wrestling in each other’s mouths, we had reached that moment when we were connected. As I felt my balls tighten, I grabbed his head in both hands and our eyes locked. His hands reached round to pull me deeper, his fingers finding my sweaty cunt and fingering my hole. I couldn’t hold back any longer and with a yell I began spewing my spunk into his hole. Spasm after spasm wracked my body as I released wad after wad of cum into his hole. His hand went to his cock and within seconds he was cumming at the same time, each jab of my cock releasing a torrent of his spunk over his sweaty hairy body and my heaving chest. Still I kept fucking him, pushing my spunk deep into his guts. For an eternity we remained fused as I unloaded my balls until finally I collapsed on him, still snogging as he scooped his seed and smeared in over my lips before kissing me. Finally I pulled out, and rolled over onto my back, fluidly pushing him down and feeling him lick my cock and balls clean of any cum that had managed to escape. Catching my breath I rolled him over me and buried my face in his arsehole. Without a pause, I felt Milos push his arse over my face and as I opened my mouth, I felt a stream of my cum, precum and his arse juices flood into my mouth as he sucked my cock. It tasted so good and I swallowed the load, feeling it burn my throat as it flooded my own stomach. Rolling off, Milos kissed me once again, his tongue searching out any residue from his insides in my mouth. At least, temporarily sated we lay there, panting in each other’s arms. Still slightly buzzing from the K and T, we stroked and caressed before I rose up with my still hard cock slapping between my thighs and beckoned him to follow me.

Dropped into the local bookstore today after work. Made a beeline past the booths to the public room in back to see what was going on. Found a young guy standing in the corner, leaning against the wall. As I came in he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out a beautiful cut 7-incher. Still fully dressed, I took a couple of hits off my brown bottle and dropped to my knees in front of him. His cock head was already slick with precum when I took it into my mouth, slowly working the entire length down my throat until I could tickle his balls with my tongue. My head was swimming as I worked my throat back and forth on his shaft, occasionally gagging and drooling onto the floor at his feet. It wasn't long before I felt another pair of hands groping my ass through my dress pants. Without missing a stroke on the cock in my throat, I stood up, remaining bent over at the waist, and undid my pants to show this new unseen stranger that I was open to his advances. They fell to the floor with the whisper of fabric. Taking his cue, this new guy slowly worked my boxer briefs down over my ass, letting them drop around my ankles as well. I immediately felt a tongue on my exposed hole, and heard my ass eater's frantic grunts over the sound of the porn on the TV. I love having my ass eaten, and this guy was an expert! I tried to enjoy his rimming while continuing to work the other stranger's cock with my mouth. Before long, the tongue withdrew and I felt a light pressure in its place. I knew what it was, of course. He held there, pressing on my hole with the tip of his cock but making no effort to enter me. So, I took matters into my own hands. Grasping the first cock in my hand, I slowly eased back onto what proved to be a thick monster! My ass stretched around the head as I worked my way down his shaft. With a few more hits from my brown bottle, I thrust myself backward, impaling myself. The first guy stepped forward so he could continue to feed me his cock, and there I stayed, bent over with a cock in each end, for what seemed like a blissful eternity. Eventually, the first guy gave into my oral skills and let his load fly. With a satisfied sigh, his cock bobbed and pulsed in my mouth as he pumped a considerable load onto my tongue. I savored the salty flavor for a moment before greedily gulping it down. That was all the other guy needed. He grabbed my hips and gave a few mighty thrusts, and I was rewarded with the sensation of his cock doing the same dance deep in my hole. I gripped his shaft tight, intent on keeping all that seed inside me. As he pulled out, I spun around and wrapped my mouth around his softening cock, cleaning all the cum and ass from it so he could buckle up and leave. I never did see his face, or hear his voice. Just the way I like it. Some days the bookstore can be a bust - waste of time, waste of money. But scenes like this make it all worthwhile. I'll always cum back for more!

Decided that I needed to get back to exercising when I remembered that a friend lived near the 40 mile or so walking/bike trail called The Silver Comet. My friend was busy but lent me his bike. It was such a great sunny day that I headed off on his bike with attached water bottle. As we have been having a heatwave here in Atlanta, and since school was back in session, the trail was virtually empty. A very people but nobody interesting until this very athletic guy wearing skintight cycling gear rode up to where I was and said hello.He promptly passed me by and I did not think about it again til I saw him stopped ahead of me at an abandoned railroad crossing. I checked to see if he was ok, and thats when I could see his hardon and his smiling toward me. He then took his bike off trail and I followed him with my bike til we were deep on the woods. He kept checking behind to make sure I was following him til he stopped.I went over to where he was standing and he told me to bend over ,of which he pulled my shorts down and started fingering my hole. As I moaned, he told me to shut up, spit on fingers, and then my furry ass, and quickly inserted his cock pounding me hard and deep with one hand around my waist and another over my mouth as I started to scream til he unloaded what felt like tons of cum in my ass. As I pulled up my shorts, he gave a quick smile, mounted his bike and pedalled away. I felt that was a good start to exercise so I turned around and headed back to my friends house to get my car and drive home.

I like cumdumps to be naked as much as possible, even in public places. Reminds them that they are basically just a breeding animal.

-Part 5- We were now in his car- I was filled with anticipation for what was to come. I had asked where we were going and was told not to worry about it. The car came to a stop in a parking lot and he said "come on". I did. I was surprised to find us at an ice cream store. He got us both vanilla soft serve and we sat outside. "It's important to eat, never forget that little one. Maybe later I'll take you to dinner. Or maybe we'll be occupied with other activities" he said. And then something taboo happened: we got to know each other. He told me what had led him to here and I told him about me. He was a good guy. It took away a little of the mystery but now I was even more excited to connect with him. maybe it's the hopeless romantic in me. I wondered if this could ever be something real? That terrified me. ______ "Come on in" He said as he opened the door to his place. "My roomate won't be home for a few hours, This will do for an hour or two- until its time" He led me to his room "I'm just subletting till I find my own place, excuse the mess" I looked around and it was pretty barebones: bed, nightstand and a bunch of boxes against the wall. He came up behind me and started kissing my neck. with his hands at my sides he grabbed at the hem of my shirt and pulled it off. I turned to face him. he was naked except his jock. When had he stripped? It was hot. "What now?" I asked. "Well- that depends how adventurous you are?" "Try me" "famous last words, little one" And then he pulled me to him, making out fiercely. tongues on tongues. Minutes or years passed and he broke us apart and said "follow me". He led me to the en suite bathroom attached to his room and turned on the full shower. While it warmed he explained "We're out of stuff. Just for the moment- but if you trust me I have a plan to keep you feeling good, hop in the shower" I took off my clothes and he hummed in appreciation. I was never one to feel great about my body but he made me feel sexy. I felt seen. I got under the water and the sensation of the warm water cascading down my body was something else all together. He got in and we made out in the steaming shower. feeling each other and jerking each others cocks to full hardness. He had a bottle of lube in the shower and used it to lube his cock and my ass and bent me over. He started to fuck me nice and slow. I was enjoying this moment so much. As he fucked me he pulled himself into me and forced a whisper in my ear "You ready?" "For what?" "For our next adventure" and with that i felt warmth in my ass at first I was confused. Was he filling me with cum? And then I realized...piss. He was filling me with piss. I'd always harbored a secret fetish for piss so moaned in appreciation. "Good boy. Let me fill you up. This isn't just piss. this is chem piss. You'll be soaring again very soon. do you have any for me?" he asked. grabbing a cup from the ledge. Instinctively I knew to follow orders and fill the cup with my own piss. I did. and handed it back to him. he raised the glass in a cheers motion and then brought it to my lips and had me take a sip. Then he drained the rest. By the time he was done the chem piss was starting to take hold. He slipped out of the shower saying "meet me in the bedroom when your ready" . A few minutes late I met him in the bedroom. Things had changed. The blinds were down. a pleather sheet was on the bed. and the contents of one of the boxes had been upended. It was full of sex toys. A few dildos, butt plugs, poppers, cuffs and restraints. And there he was. Sexy as all fuck in a mask, black leather chaps, and a cock ring. he grabbed my hands and cuffed them in a leather cuff. Then forced a black mesh jockstrap on me with a comment that "My dick wasn't necessary right now" He kneeled me on the bed and entered me. Fucking me hard. both of us flying high on the chempiss. So many positions, toys, moment of sweat and sex flashed before my eyes. High on chempiss and poppers, two hours passed effortlessly. I had just relaxed into a post orgasm moment. Content with his cum in my hole when the phone rang. "Yeah?" he answered. A few quick exchanges. Then he hung up. "Okay, little one. It's time." Lets get cleaned up and out the door. Within minutes we were on the road once more. Where to now? I had stopped caring and just trusted I'd get to where I needed to be. End part 5

Work was usually incredibly boring. Office work is dull and was only alleviated by the fact that I had my own office and sat with my back to the window so I always knew when someone was coming in to see me. The advantage of this was that it meant I could watch porn and cruise fuck-sites whenever I wanted too. And the reason I didn’t have to worry about a firewall detecting my nefarious activities was thanks to an intern the previous summer. Most interns are dorky, geeky jerks. But last summer my company took in an intern in the IT department. He was short, dark and hairy. Greek I found out on his second day. I hadn’t noticed him at first. He’d come over the fix the printer in the outer office and a colleague mentioned that I might ask him to look into the fact that my computer kept freezing. I agreed and it was only when I looked up that I drew breath. 178cm, lean, stubble despite having clearly shaved that day and from a momentary flash of eye contact either gay or curious. I stepped away from my desk so he could sit down and stood behind him. Not too close but close enough to be able to look down the back of his shirt and see a glimpse of a hairy neck and back. As we chatted it too all my concentration not to get a semi let alone a hard on. We made small talk - his name was Milos and he was staying with relatives downtown so he could intern for the summer and was cycling to work to save dollars. After a couple of minutes he said that it had something to do with my network or something like that and that he’d be back. I thanked him and got back to work, only pausing at lunchtime for a quick wank in the toilet cubicle imaging his hairy arse riding my face. A few days later I was working later than normal as my boyfriend was out of town and I had the next day off as I was planning a weekend of hard chem sex with as much cock and spunk and piss as I could handle. Everyone had already left for the day as I’d been reminded to use the back door as the alarm had been set, when there was a knock on my door. Looking up, there was Milos holding a cable in one hand and a backpack in the other. “Hey, Milos.” “Hey. Sorry I was on my way out and I saw your light on and wondered if know might be a good time to sort your cabling.” He smiled discretely. “Sure, I’ve just finished for the day. Just let me get out of your way.” I stepped aside and to the other side of my desk. He sidled past me, slightly too close, and dropping his backpack on my desk, disappeared under it. I leaned over and took in a good view of his butt. He was out of his regulation chinos and shirt, wearing jeans and a tee. The tee had risen up to reveal a hairy back and what was clearly the waistband of a jockstrap. A yellow jockstrap. As we made more small talk, I took a risk and quietly unzipped his backpack. Nestled inside was a buttplug, a bottle of poppers and prep pills. I grinned. Milos was either a dirty fucker on his way to meet someone or a dirty fucker who knew what he wanted right now. I rezipped the back pack and moved it across from where he had placed it and waited. He finally got to his feet, rearranged his jeans so as to give me a flash of the yellow waist band from the front and after glancing at his back pack started tapping away at my keyboard. “It’s sorted, but I’ve noticed you’ve a firewall problem, so let me change that so that it doesn’t give you any more hassles.” He tapped for a few more minutes and then stepped to one side. “Take a look.” I walked around the table and looked at the screen. There, as he looked at me, was a scene of four guys fucking. Hairy guys. Sweaty and fucking raw. He leaned over and turned up the sound on my speaker. Grunts, swearing and slapping sounds filled the room. “Does that work for you?” I looked at him. His eyes were bright and eager, his mouth slightly open. I grabbed him by the chin and pushed my tongue into his mouth. He reciprocated and I pulled him towards me, one hand on the back of his head, the other on his arse, probing through the denim to find the entrance to his arse. He moaned and grinded his crotch against mine, both of us instantly hard. He pulled away and looked down at the screen, as we watched one guy, in a jock was being gang fucked by the other three. Even though there was no sound, we could tell he was getting a good hard and deep fucking, only pausing when one of the tops stopped to eat out his arse and then piss all over his hole. Milos whispered “Nice jock.” “Yeah but it isn’t yellow.” He chuckled and pulled slightly away. Kicking off his trainers, he pulled off his tee and slipped down his jeans. He was fucking gorgeous. Standing there, he was hairy from head to toe. Thick luxurious hair that made the yellow jock he was wearing, impressively tented with the start of a damp patch, stand out even more. He had a swimmers build and clearly, under that hair a flat, six-packed stomach, great muscular legs that were clearly supporting a fine arse and nice thick forearms. I leaned over and opened his backpack. “I think there’s a few things in here of interest too,” I said as I pulled out the poppers and the butt plug. Milos grinned as I popped open the bottle and handed it to him. Without hesitation he took four deep huffs and handed the bottle back. I smiled and took two deep huffs and handed him the plug. He took the plug and gobbing on it, proceed to suck and lick it, staring at me intently. Handing it back to me, he leaned against the desk and turned to look at the computer screen. I tasted his spit on the plug and then gobbed on it myself. Standing behind him, I traced it down his back making him moan and rested it as the top of his pert, hairy butt. He pushed his arse out, rubbing against my engorged cock in my chinos. It was my turn to moan and as I leaned forward to kiss his neck I caught the faint whiff of sweat building up on his hairy torso. Right there and then I wanted to fuck his tight hairy cunt, over my desk. And he wanted it too. His breathing was shallow and expectant as he hand reached round to grabbed and rub my hard cock through the fabric of my trousers. I smiled and gently pushed the tip of the butt plug against his hole. He pushed against it and sighed as the tip slipped into what was a very tight hole. Feeling resistance only made me harder. Fuck he was really tight. This hole needed more time and a lot of abuse. With sudden force I pushed the plug into his arse. His sharp intake of breath proved he was both tight and not expecting it. I wrapped an arm around his throat and pulled him back. “Does Milos want to play?” When he didn’t answer I tightened my arm against his throat. His arms automatically came up so I kicked his legs from under him forcing him to regain his balance and cutting off the air a bit more. “Answer me, you cunt.” He nodded as he regained his balance. My hand slid to the plug which I rotated and pushed into his arse making him moan. “Leave the plug in, getting fucking dressed and follow me,” I grabbed my bag and didn’t look back, but could hear him scrabbling to get dressed before padding down the stairs behind me. I unlocked my bike and waited while he unlocked his. Cycling was difficult with the steel hardon I was sporting but tonight I was horny and going to make the intern pay. Obediently, he mounted his saddle, wincing as the butt plug make contact with the hard seat and followed me home. I walked to the front door and without turning back knew he was following. I walked into the front room and flipped the heating on as I heard him click the front door closed. I dropped my bag and turned to face him as he entered the room. I ordered him to empty the contents of his bag onto the floor. Out spilled lube, the poppers, the prep, a handheld douche, some arse wipes, a dildo, a metal cockring and a bullet. No condoms. But Milos has clearly planned and I licked my lips at the prospect of his clean cunt. And clearly the bullet contained K. I smiled and ordered him to strip to his jock and pick up the poppers. He slowly started to undress and it took all my willpower not to stride over and rip his clothes off and snog him. He was magnificent. Lean. Hairy. Very hairy. And glistening with sweat from the cycle ride and as the room started to heat up. Licking his lips, he took four deep huffs and then stared at me intently. Fucking cocky bastard, I remember thinking. As he watched, I slowly undid my shirt and pulled it from my chinos. At the time I was prepping for a competitive swim so I was ripped as fuck and had clipped my chest hair. I knew it as I had planned to spend a second weekend at the sauna being fucked by as many cocks as I could. Dropping my shirt to the floor, I saw his eyes widen as he looked at my torso. I grinned and kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks. Slowly I dropped my chinos until I stood before him in a pair of white 2xist briefs - my cock straining to escape. “What do you think?” I asked. He moaned and his hand dropped to his jock. “No!” I barked. His hand dropped to his side instantly. I walked over to him and stood directly in front of him. I could feel his breath and he could feel mine. I took the poppers and then dropped my hand and grabbed his cock through the fabric of his jock, and squeezed it roughly. He gasped in shock. He was packing a decent sized cock and balls. I leaned in and kissed him. “Ready to get fucked?” He nodded. I smiled. Fucked yeah. But I meant fucked up. I gave his cock and balls a final hard squeeze, took four deep hits from the poppers, slid my underwear down and then pushed him down into my crotch. Twelve hours since I’d last showered, and countless piss breaks later, I was one musky smelling cunt. On his knees, I pushed his face into my hairy crotch. He didn’t flinch and I heard him moan as he inhale my sweaty scent. I felt his tongue extend to taste my fragrant balls, licking the sweat from them greedily but waiting obediently before doing anything else. I regretted not wearing a cockring or a piercing at that precise moment but realising we had all night, I pulled his head back and, as he automatically opened his mouth, gobbed into his mouth, before guiding it into my stiff cock. It was all the incentive he needed. Grabbing my arse, he focused solely on my cock and balls, only stopping when I jerked his head back to gob into his mouth. Fuck it felt good. Lost in the poppers, wetness of his mouth and sliding my hands over his hairy, increasingly sweaty back and down to the top of his butt I pulled his mouth off my cock and grinned. Tapping his mouth to keep it open, I looked into his eyes as I spurted a small amount of piss into his expectant mouth. Without flinching he swallowed. I smiled and slapped the side of his head as he smiled back. Holding the sides of his head I slid my cock back into his mouth and released my afternoon’s bladder into his greedy gut. I didn’t even need to put my hand on the back of his head as he pulled my cock into my mouth and expertly sucked my cock and milked it for every bit of piss like it was fresh water from a tap. When there was no more piss left he lapped my musky balls and lifted them up with one hand, his tongue searching out the crack behind. I knew what he wanted, so I turned round and placing one hand on the end of the sofa looked over the shoulder and spread my cheeks. My dirty Greek fucker didn’t need any instructing, diving deep into my hairy, sweaty crack. Gobbing and licking his way to my hole he whimpered as he gorged on my musty cunt and I took a few more deep huffs of poppers. After he had licked my arse clean of its sweat I took a final deep sniff before I hauled him to his feet and we snogged. And I mean deeply snogged - sharing the taste of me as our hands searched each other’s bodies and crevices, fingers slipping into mouths, and arses as we tasted each other. Then I took him by the hand and stopping only to pick up the cockring, dildo and bullet, I led him upstairs

I mid-thirties, a scruffy blond who likes swimming and running mixed in with occasional weights. This means I’m 5”11 and fit. I’ve clipped my chest hair and have pierced tits. I’ve a good sized cock, 8” with a bolt through the head and a piercing behind the glans; shaved balls but I’ve kept my tight hole covered by a good growth of blond arse hair. I’m more of a bottom boy and pretty slutty with the right guy or guys. Sometimes I do like to fuck. I’ve been in a relationship with my black partner for 20 years and we play together or solo. As you can imagine as a black guy he is hung like a horse and ripped. He also knows how to fuck me. A quick spit, a quick lick then deep and raw. Splitting my cunt open. He never takes no for an answer. Ever. He wants me, he takes me. I swim every day, twice a day. Morning and evening. The gym is a short walk from our house; and shorter if I walk through the local housing estate. It’s not rough but I’m still careful. Swimming first thing or last thing means I have the pool to myself. I do a minimum of 75 lengths each session and wear classic speedos to avoid drag. That’s what I tell people but to be honest I love wearing speedos. Usually, I’m the only person there at night but recently I’ve been joined by a guy. And I admit he’s hot, in that straight kind of way. I don’t have a type but usually I got for beefy hairy daddies who can teach me a thing or two as “Daddy” or fit muscle guys who can throw me around and treat me like a whore. And they need to be hung and engine-powered fuck machines. I’m a size queen and proud of it. 8” minimum otherwise I’m not interested. Bigger is better. If I’m honest I like to gag on a cock til I retch and then be hard fucked, bred and pissed on. Me and my husband are both on prep and he likes nothing better than fucking my cummy hole. Not really into rimming. I just want cock deep in my cunt. Yeah, I love that word. And “breed”. And as I mentioned, I like piss. Always surprised me how many guys say they’re into it but when it comes down to it, hosing me down and making me drink it, they become prissy shits. Basically, I’m a preppy guy hiding a dirty fucker deep inside my cummy cunt. Lol. If I fuck, then I go for tight arsed twinks with smooth cunts. And hopefully who have never take a double pierced cock or taken it raw. Always raw. Corruption is fun. Makes my cock drip and my cunt clench. So this guy. Not my type at all but I’m intrigued. He’s about 5”9’, dark haired and tattooed. And I mean completely inked from head to toe. When I first spotted him I couldn’t tell exactly what they were but over the past few weeks I’ve seen him closer up - in the changing room or by the side of the pool. A massive two headed dragon is inked across his chest and the tail wraps around his waist to join up to a picture of the tree across his back. There are lots of smaller tattoos on the tree but I can’t make out what they are. His arms are covered in vine leaves or something and his legs in what seem to be lots of individual symbols. He also has pierced tits which I always think is unusual in a guy so young. I reckon he’s about 25. 27 tops. Body wise he is definitely a swimmer. He’s lean and muscular. But he’s definitely straight. He wears baggy swim shorts but I reckon from what swings around inside that his cock isn’t too bad. He always arrives after me, does about 50 lengths and is gone before I leave the pool. Once or twice I’ve seen him in the changing room. But he’s never been naked. Always dressed in at least his boxers. He nods or says “Hey” but that’s it. He’s not my type. Not a daddy, not a muscle stud and not a twink. That suits me fine. Or I should say ‘suited’ me fine until the other night. It was a Tuesday. I arrived slightly later than expected because I had worked late to clear my desk. The guy at the counter nodded me through and as ever there were one or two guys working out. It’s an old gym. Used to be a gentleman’s club or something so there are two changing rooms - one for the gym; and a smaller one next to the swimming pool which is in the basement. I always use the smaller room, it’s closer to the pool and it’s quieter. Also, if I’m honest the smell of sweat gives me an instant hard on. Not really always appropriate in a gym. So I headed downstairs and pushed the door open. There are two rows of lockers and they look straight into the shower cubicles. I stopped dead in my tracks. There, under a spray of water was the guy. First let me say that he was much fitter than I thought. His muscles ripples under his inked skin as the water cascaded down his body. He eyes were closed and his mouth open. And instantly the reason why was really clear. Both his hands were wrapped around a monster of a cock. It was at least 10” and thicker than my arm. And sporting a massive ring through the head of his cock. I was transfixed as I watched him jack his massive piece of meat. I watched as he beat his dong and then as he turned and sprayed a fountain of cum against the wall. Slapping his cock to empty that thick tube of every drop. I suddenly realised I had to beat a retreat and before he noticed me I was out of the door and heading out. Needless to say my cock was rigid. And my moth dry. Swimming was out of the question.

I was working for one of those urban life magazines when my editor gave me an assignment that changed my life in so many ways. He wanted an article on the "new phenomenon" of bug chasing. Specifically, he wanted to tell our shrinking number of readers what would cause people do actively seek HIV infection. Even I knew that this was nothing new and had been going on for years. I could have asked why he didn't choose one of the gay guys on staff to write it, but I also knew the magazine was in financial trouble. Saving my job was a priority. So, I took the assignment without protest. My girlfriend was out of town on an extended work assignment eliminating the need to explain what I was going to be doing. So, I Googled bug chasing, found some background information and web sites which eventually led me to a club downtown called Positively Fourth Street. I assumed it was named for the old Bob Dylan song, but this place had nothing to do with Dylan. I began hanging out there trying to interview self described bug chasers. I spent the next few weeks chasing them, trying to get their stories. Frankly, most guys wouldn't talk to me, and the handful of guys who would didn't have anything to say that I hadn't read online. Plus I was wading through an incredible amount of bullshit from guys who only wanted to talk about being pozed and were no action. I had hoped to find someone who had gone through or was going through this experience who would tell me why and shed some insight on their hopes and fears. My plan was to feature one or two guys and tell their stories. However, I just couldn't find that connection. Then one night, I was sitting at the bar when this guy walked in. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. Frankly, he looked like a Greek God. To my surprise, he sat down next to me. I considered myself straight, but that kind of went out the window. Introducing ourselves, I learned his name was Eric. Desperate for a story to write, I blurted out my mission. Eric listened attentively and then told me he was not a chaser, but rather the opposite: he was an HIV positive top. He continued, telling me a lot of things including erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding, and not out of discomfort, but rather out of a desire to be share his experiences in some (perhaps) surreptitious manner. I did not want to see myself having sex with him, but, on the other hand, I had no doubt he was, in some degree, coming on to me. His HIV status, of course, gave me additional pause, but I knew the virus could not be transmitted through voyeurism. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue (perhaps enhanced by the alcohol we were downing) and he intimated he was could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his "massive viral load". As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they "helped prime a bottom's plumbing", which meant nothing to me at the time. He told me he was "pozzing" a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was tumescent at the thought of seeing watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. Some chances only come once in a lifetime, or so I temporized. It probably didn't hurt Eric's hand chanced brushed my crotch, and that when he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool, and Eric's crotch chanced to press against my thigh. In retrospect I think he might have been semi-erect - or was it wishful thinking on my part? In short, I accepted his offer and jotted down his address. The next day, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing is doorbell. Eric answered the door buck fucking naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a loosing battle. He was built like the proverbial shit house: a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick, uncut cock that never hung quite down, as did cocks in my (admittedly limited) experience, but it sort-of arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he bade me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the 'fuck-fest', to use his words. He disappeared back into another room. I sat down in front of a TV showing an all male porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had very physical sex. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. My dick did not return to its normal, flaccid state. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10, thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric's dick. What had I gotten myself into? Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally he said that it looked like his friend wasn't going to show. He told me that he was really horny (no kidding). He asked me, no, he told me to suck his cock. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced. After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there. I don't remember undressing, but I ended up naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock, balls and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: not only did his cock not loose any rigidity, but drops of pre-cum were sporadically oozing out of his cock head. His pre-cum was fascinating: slick, salty and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could literally feel myself being opened up. I knew what he intended, and so said 'no' to each of his several entreaties "hey, man, I've gotta slip my cock in your hole," but persistence and lust won out over logic, and, when he assured me he'd pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. To be sure, however, I told him there was no way i was going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on all 4s. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first - pain the likes of which I had (not surprisingly), never before experienced. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened-up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: was I going to piss myself or was I going to blow a load? I honestly didn't know, (and in some measure, didn't care), but I did know I now understood why so many guys loved anal sex. Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an orgasm, but I heard (or didn't want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting-up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him "no mas" at the first sign he was going to cum in me. While all this was happening my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything I was experiencing, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me. After a really long time, perhaps twenty minutes or so, he said he had some things to tell me. He told me that he could stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. He said he could cum and not make a sound. Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. He told me he had already cum in me twice. Then he said "here cums the third load." Before I could react, Eric's right hand moved to my shoulder and pushed me face down into the mattress. His left arm tightened around my hips. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock seem to vibrate and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time. I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric collapsed on top of me, his semi-hard cock plugging my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me that my "friends at the bar" had hired him to do it. They told him that I wanted it. They said I'd make up some story about why I hung out in the bar, but that he should ignore it. I was surprised he would do this for money. He told me he was paid quite well. He called himself a 'poztitute'. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I needed time to get my head around all that had happened. I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. When I finally came out of the bathroom, the apartment was dark, and he was snoring. I thought about it for a bit, and finally slipped into bed with him. He later fucked me two more times, cumming multiple times. Early that morning I dressed and went home. When my girlfriend got back to town, I broke up with her. I told her I met someone else. I hated hurting her, but I just couldn't take the chance of infecting her. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I wrote the article about my experience as though I had interviewed someone else. It was the best thing I ever wrote, but the magazine went out of business before it was published. I work for a public relations firm now. I haven't had sex since all this happened, but I think I'm ready to get out there. There are some big-talking, no-action guys at a certain bar for whom I have certain gifts. Paybacks are a bitch.

It wasn't too long ago I had the everyday average Joe kind of life. Wife, two kids already in college, and fluffy had just kicked the bucket after holding on for twenty years...oh yeah and I was straight, at least I tried to be. The old lady couldn't have any more kids, didn't wanna put out, so I did what any red blooded man would do, I went out and I got some tail. Just so happens guys are easier than chicks. Maybe since it was my first few times really since I was a teen I was kind of naive, I didn't do it safe. Ever. I just figured what's the big deal, I'm a top and guys don't get pregnant, so it should be cool more or less. That was until I found out somehow one of these dudes I asked if he was sure he was neg, wasn't so neg after all and I was one of those tops who didn't have it so lucky to get twenty plus years of raw action and no HIV to show for it. So fuck it. I'm stealthing back. I think some...hell, I think MOST of these bottoms are itching to be a victim and just don't want to say their fucked up fantasy of a muscled daddy pinning them down spunking their insides full of tainted semen. I'll just take that little burden off their chest. I've got hundreds of stories...but maybe I'll settle for telling you my most recent. I had just gotten off an all-afternoon business meeting binge. The bane of the white collar executive. Yet, I was free and in an unfamiliar city. This one was a little less impressive than our usual, think it was Providence, Rhode Island. My dick was stiff. My mind was fixed one thing: filling hole. So like any decently clever traveler on new turf, I googled where to get off. "Megaplex, huh?" sounded filthy enough even as I said it, but I bet there were plenty of 'safe-only' teen boy holes and 'maybe just the tip bare' twenty somethings that were neg and ready to have seed planted in their soon to be cum filled boycunts. I was at the address and in the entrance area, before going in I noticed a video booth store and I took a step towards it, but I knew that'd be an adventure for another. Unloading in hole deep was what I needed now and I wanted some space to do it in. I had a room rented and a towel around my waist after changing out of my business suit in what seemed like seconds. My heart was racing already, my blood hot and pulsing in my veins. The scent of sex and the dark moving masculine forms in the dim light all added to my sense of the hunt, trapping willing prey sounds almost too easy I used to think...but it was trapping them for your own pleasures that they did not voluntarily ask for that was the true sport. That's when I saw him, sweet and young in all his sensual allure, a latino boy...such a sexual ethnicity...well-defined body, bubbled butt that was sticking out of just the top of his towel. He leaned against the corner of one of the hallways with some rooms, either cruising or uncertain how to approach. Probably both. I would enjoy taking him if he told me he was neg. My legs were already propelling me for the intercept... "Hi," I stopped dead in my tracks, the greeting came not from the boy but from someone who I had completely overlooked since he wasn't my type. I looked over to the guy, physically he could have been my brother we looked so similar, older guy in his late 30's maybe early 40's but he looked good for his age. Totally worked out bod, nice biceps, perfect chest, shaved smooth of any body hair (though I don't shave.) He had a sweet tanline I could just catch along his waist from the towel dangling a bit sideways at the hip. Blonde hair, slicked back with some long bangs over one of his blue (at least I thought) eyes. He was hot, but he was a daddy sort too. I prefer my hole young and unused, the men my age tend to already be knocked up or convincing liars. "Yeah?" I answered gruffly, glancing over at my latin breeding ground briefly. I didn't want to be rude, but wanted it to be quick. "Just, couldn't help but notice you," he said in a voice that totally broke the idea he could be a daddy top like me. I smirked at the words, "You see I just thought you seemed about the same age as me, and I haven't been here before but you didn't look like you were too familiar with the place either." "Oh?" He had my attention now, he sounded genuinely nervous, and he hadn't been there before? Maybe he was a late-bloomer, one of those guys who only fuck with guys after they finally come out late in life from some divorce. Mmm that would make his hole plenty neg and me plenty interested. "Did I guess wrong?" he asked, looking off to the side a bit, his blonde hair falling down onto his face softly dripping with wet probably from the steam rooms, "I haven't fooled around too much with guys, but think it'd be more comfortable with someone from a similar background." "Yeah, you married too?" I grinned impishly. "Divorced three years now," he replied with a somewhat abashed smile of his own, it was plain to see his hardon beneath the towel. I didn't have to look to the latino boy to know someone had either got him now before me or he moved on to see what else was going on. This new prospect was fun enough, his naivety was pretty easy to gauge. I'd be knocking his hole up before the end of an hour. "Got a room?" I inquired, always good to let them feel like they were in a familiar spot, easier to make them open their hole. "Yeah, this way," he said. Now my own bulge was showing, it wouldn't be long before he would see I had a 8.5 incher tucked away beneath the towel, and hopefully he didn't get scared off. I'd be stuffing this cock into him one way or another. "Oh fuck!" He gasped when I closed the door behind us after getting into his room, my towel had already come off and he was boggling at my thick member, slick with precum already. "You like?" I laughed a deep laugh, without waiting for his answer I gripped his boy-ish blonde hair and forced him down onto his knees on the cot and climbed on as well leaning back a bit while his mouth wrapped around my dick and slid slowly towards its base. The muffled moans were affirmation enough as I looked at the amazingly shapely ass he sported when his own towel came undone and fell to the bed and then slid to the floor. "I hope you like to get fucked boy," I groaned softly in pleasure as I spoke to him and tilted my head back. More enthusiastic sucking followed with the occassional, 'Mmhmm' afterwards. "Got condoms?" I questioned, "I'm ready to slide your ass onto my dick, I can tell you're not used to deep throating and I need more than half my cock wet." He looked around quickly, but it looked like all they put in here was some lube packets, forgot the condoms. "Damn," he swore, "don't wanna walk all the way up there for more, you don't have any?" "Nah man," I sighed, scratching my head feigning disappointment, "I would fuck you raw if I knew you were neg for sure and were cool with raw play." Now his blue eyes flickered in hesitation but also in impatient lustful hunger for being fucked and filled. "They had the rapid HIV testing earlier," he confessed finally, "I never cheated but figured why not. Gave a sheet saying I'm free and clear." He produced a piece of paper with today's date on it. BINGO! "Then what are we waiting for," gripped his waist and had him spun around facing the wall in an instant, his pert tight hole was in need of a fat cock like mine to loosen it up. Loose hole felt infinitely better than tight hole, everything was tight anyways to a cock this thick. One hand was forcefully pushing on the upper mid portion of his back to keep his head lowered and ass up closer to my cock for access and the other hand was guiding my head straight for his hole as I spit a nice glob of saliva onto that perfect little target where my cock needed to be inserted. "Mmm, wait how do I know you're neg?" I suppressed an annoyed huff as I looked at him with my intense green eyes that were probably seeming somewhat predatory at the moment. "I don't have a rapid HIV tester to go to right now, but I think since I didn't just go diving into you without asking status and what not, it's safe to bet," my logic was pretty good. If he had condoms or even just wasn't lazy to make a 7 minute trip to the front desk, perhaps I'd lose out on this raw opportunity, but that was all on him. He quickly acquiesced to the words and I could see and feel his muscles relax into submission. The pink hole was mine to corrupt. "Even though I'll let you fuck me raw," he said as I was already pressing him open and sliding in, "just...ah! Don't cum inside please." He was already writhing and moaning as I kept feeding that hungry orifice my cock meat. He slid back some lube to me, which I didn't mind using, wanted his hole raw and sore but not my cock, and this fucker was tight. He'd get ripped before the end. I mounted on top of him, a few inches off the bed now since he was face down and ass up but not flat on his stomach. Both hands were on the small of his back just plowing away. "Hot," came a voice from the door. I must've not closed it all the way. A small crowd of three guys were watching jealously as I plowed that fuck hole I knew I'd be breeding any minute. The one who had made the comment was the latino boy I wanted to stuff and fill earlier. Maybe he hadn't found the right daddy yet to knock his neg boy pussy up yet...and I could get a second-wind for that. "Close--" he moaned load after a well-timed slam to his hole came from me, followed by a quicker burst of ball slapping thrusts that made his hole ass shake from the force of my pounding, "--door!" He groaned as his hole opened more to save itself from being totally demolished from the barrage of cock that slid in and out of his ass at full speed. "I want everyone to know this hole belongs to me boy, you're giving it up and they are gonna now I've marked this territory," I growled, gripping another handful of his hair and yanking it so his face turned sideways to the left facing the direction of the on lookers which had grown to seven, and now people were pushing in trying to touch each other, jerking their selves off, and some even daring to reach for us though a few annoyed hands would bat theirs away if it obscured their view of the fuck scene. That cock hungry bottom bitch just moaned in ecstasy at being told he was going to be used and put on display. These New England Bottoms were always so pious even with the raw cock leaking pre-cum in their holes, and I loved turning these whores out to show their true colors. "Ahhhh! FUUUUCK!" I yelled, my hot load was pouring out in huge gushes, as I rammed into him again and again without losing any speed. "You're not going in me, right?" he managed to get out even as his head now pressed against the corner, the pillow the only buffer between him and having to bounce against the wall with each forceful thrust. My toxic load soaked his insides, but pulled out just as I could feel my cock getting ready to unleash a fifth wave of cum. The load was still sizeable coating his ass and some of his hole with my poison seed that was everywhere inside him, I wonder if he knew just how deep I had fucked my cum, not to mention the pre-cum which was a fuck ton just by itself. "Nah, man, relax," I assured him, when I finally could compose myself, I heard other guys cumming outside the room as they watched, either they jerked off or someone was sucking them off, "I have some self-control." He got up as he used a tentative finger to press into his hole. "Oh fuck, that's alot of cum on my ass," he breathed and I could hear how turned on he was, "and how much lube did you use? My hole feels drenched and full." "Can never have too much lube, you were really tight," I smirked, hole full of lube? I wondered if even he believed that. "You're really neg, right?" he asked again, as he pushed his hole open and a stream of liquid came spurting out, it wasn't white, my cum was clear, so he probably was still thinking it was in fact lube. I knew otherwise and I am certain some of those voyeurs did too. "Kinda late to ask now," I laughed mocking tossing my used towel that wiped off the juices from my cock onto his face and walked out.

For most of the drive Peter was on his phone, which was not unusual just odd since we were heading to Palm Springs for a vacation. It was my first time visiting, but Peter had been so many times before we got together he'd lost count. He told me about all the gay clothing optional resorts, which he had visited, but I was a little shy and just wanted to stay at a nice hotel. When we arrived and I found our hotel, I was taken back. It looked like a hotel that you would rent by the hour. “Peter, are you sure this is the right hotel? The only word for this place is 'sleazy'. “Yeah, it was the only one I could find in our price range,” he replied. We checked in and went to our room, and damn, sure enough the place was a dump. Peter told me to clean up, he was going to go get some alcohol so we could play. “Did you pack the condoms?” I asked. “Yeah” he answered as he walked out the door. We had to play safe with each other as I was negative and Peter was poz. He was poz when I met him and we still got together although my friends warned me it wouldn't work. I went about my business of preparing for our fun. After an hour I started to worry a bit. I know he knows Palm Springs, but did he get lost. Still I kept to my tasks, and sure enough, an hour or so later, Peter opened the door. “Hey I got a surprise for you.” “Yeah? Was I a good boy?” I asked. “Yes, you were,” he laughed. “Oh boy....” We always enjoyed playful banter, even if sometimes a little on the goofy side. “No just relax and go with it,” Peter continued. “What did you do?" “I got an escort for some fun,” he answered. “I wanna watch him fuck you.” “I don't know....” “He's got a big cock.” Well, that was an easy decision. “Okay, but he has to wear a condom.” “He only fucks safe babe, relax” Peter said, “plus we don't have to worry about what people will say, which you always worry about. We aren't at home so no one knows us here.” I nodded in agreement. Peter smiled in satisfaction as he opened the door to admit a big muscle man. He stud was stunningly hot, and immediately stripped, advertising his wares, pulled his tank over his head, giving a glimpse of his deep pits and massive chest and arms. Seeing both Peter and I were appreciative of his build, he flexed and posed for us. “You like?” he asked, directing his question specifically at me. I nodded yes. “Wanna see more handsome man?” he asked. “Yes” I said with my mouth suddenly going dry. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband of his gym shorts. The front was already poking forward from his hard cock inside. “You wanna pull them off me?” he asked. “Go on, do it” Peter said as he stripped off his clothes. I got up and went to escort, who took me in his arms and kissed me, our tongues dancing in each other's mouth. I could feel my cock swelling up inside my towel. He pulled off my lips and put his big hands on my shoulders, gently pushing down, urging “On your knees." I slowly dropped to my knees, taking his chest and abs in as I went down. This man was a living god. Once on my knees, he pushed his crotch against my face. I grabbed his shorts and pulled. I watch his hard cock bend downwards and the pop out as the waistband released it. It bounced up and hit his abs then down again. He thrust it forward and I opened my mouth. His cock slid in almost the whole way. My eyes were looking forward and I could see a tattoo hiding inside the trimmed hair on his crotch. I kept my eyes on that, trying to make it out as his cock went in and out of my mouth. It tasted so good, he was already leaking pre-cum, which was sweet tasting. He bent down and started to play with my hole, his finger circling my hole, teasing it. Taking his finger in his mouth, he loudly sucked in it, making it wet, and then slid it back down by my hole, circling it again. I moaned against his cock. “It's a sweet hole, just like you said,” the escort commented to Peter. “Just wait until you feel it around you cock,” Peter replied. I just continued to suck on the escort's cock, moaning my approval to what was happening. Moving behind me, Peter lifted me to my feet, and as he did so, of course the escort’s cock popped out of my mouth. “Time for the main event baby,” Peter advised me, and then, turning to the escort asked “You have the condoms?” The escort grabbed his shorts and pulled a few out of his pocket, answering “Always have 'em.” Peter moved me to the bed, he helped me get on the bed and put me on my hands and knees, but got in front of me and pushed me down until my chest was on the bed and my ass in the air, instructing me "Now, just stay like that," as he moved quickly around to my ass, separated my ass cheeks, and, now on his knees, slid his tongue up and down my crack. His tongue almost immediately found my hole and started to work its way in and out. The escort moved in front of me, he opened the condom. He placed it on the tip of his cock head and rolled it back, and then moved back to my ass as he slowly jacked his cock. I could hear the condom crinkle as he moved his hand over it. “His ass is ready,” Peter said, “do your damage.” I felt a dollop of spit hitting my ass, which made me jump a little. I reached back and moved my hand along the cock of the escort. The condom was still there. “Relax baby, just enjoy the ride.” The escort's cock pressed against my hole. I pushed out a little and it slowly moved inside my hole. The head popped inside and the escort moaned. “Want more?” the escort asked me. "Oh, hell yeah," I groaned, as he pumped his cock head in and out of my hole. His hand sought out his cock and the condom, and, finding it satisfactory, he remarked "Just making sure the condom is in place.” Happy that he was keeping his word of only fucking safe, that I started to push back onto his cock as he pushed in. My hole opened up around his hard covered shaft. “Baby, it looks so hot seeing another man's cock in your hot hole,” Peter said from behind me. “Feels good too, babe," I answered. The escort pulled out, I heard the condom crinkle again. He placed his cock against my hole again and pushed all the way in. I jumped a little. I wasn't used to his cock yet. Sensing that I needed a moment he pulled out again. I heard more crinkling of the condom. “Tell me when you are ready” the escort said. “Put it back in, slowly,” I replied, adding “Is the condom intact?” “Yes it is” the escort answered. “Stop worrying baby and enjoy” Peter urged. I felt the cock head press against my hole, then slowly slide in. This time I moaned loudl. The shaft slowly moved against my hole as he pushed in, until his crotch hair and that hidden tattoo were pressed against my ass. “Gonna hold it all the way in, give you time to get used to it,” the escort said. I moaned my response. I relaxed more and started to pull off his cock only to push back when I felt his cock head pulling my hole outwards. He grabbed my hips and took control. He started to fuck my hole, gently at fist but building up this thrusts and speed. He stated to push me down, until I fell to the mattress laying flat. His cock popped out of my hole. I heard more crinkling off the condom and figured he was making sure that it was on fully. He drove his cock deep in my hole, in one long hard thrust. He dropped his body down on to me. He was heavy and I couldn't move he was that heavy. His mouth was right next to my ear and was breathing hot air deep inside. Peter moved to the floor in front of me, kneeling to be face to face. “I always fuck with a condom” the escort said, “a doctored condom, prepared so it breaks” he whispered into my ear. “Just relax baby, its for the best” Peter whispered. “My uncovered cock is leaking pre-cum into your hot hole” the escort whispered, “highly toxic poz pre-cum.” My eyes widened, I tried to move from under the muscle stud escort, but I was trapped. “I'm going to deposit my virus deep into your hole. That's what I was hired to do.” I started to fight again as my mind tried to figure this out. My own boyfriend hired an escort to infect me. My anger grew. “Don't fight it,” the escort whispered, adding "You want this." His hips were lifting higher and dropping down onto my ass, driving his cock in and out. His massive chest was pushing down on my back, pinning my torso down to the bed. My arms were pinned under my chest and the escort’s arms were wrapped around my neck, holding me tights, but not choking me. “Please don't! I don't want it,” I pleaded. “Of course you do,” the escort corrected, as he ordered “Peter, get back there and take that ripped up condom off the base of my cock.” Peter complied immediately as soon as the escort's cock slid out of my hole. Within seconds the head was stabbing at my hole. I tightened up, not wanting the unwrapped cock back in my hole. Peter came back around to face me. “Accept it, it will happen,” Peter said, “it can happen here and now or sometime before we leave Palm Springs. Other plans are in the works.” I was shocked, Peter planned this and more. Taking a deep breathe, I relaxed. The escort still pushed his cock head against my hole, but didn't push it in. “Ask for it” the escort ordered of me. “Please put your cock in me?” I asked me, almost crying with frustration. “No, ask me." “Please would you please fuck me?” “You're still not asking for it.” “Please give me your disease,” I asked the muscle bound escort. “Better, but not good enough.” “Please fuck your highly toxic virus loaded cum into my hole.” “That's what I wanted to hear." He pushed his cock deep into my hole, pressing his crotch hard into my ass. He pulled out and then rammed his cock into me. His nuts were meeting my ass before his body. Peter was jacking his cock in front of me, smiling. “I know you saw his tattoo,” Peter remarked to me. I didn't say a word, just blankly stared at him. “It's a scorpion, a mark of a poz man who infects others without their knowledge or even their consent” he said laughing. The escort continued to fuck my hole, breathing heavily in my ear, quietly saying "Tell me again.” “Fuck your poz cum into me,” I implored, adding a polite “please.” He slammed his cock into me. I could feel his cock jump and twitch into my hole. He load shot out and filled me up. “That's so fucking hot baby” Peter said, still jacking his cock. “Why don't you add your load to mine?” the escort asked Peter, who didn't answer, but rather simply stepped up next to the escort who was pulling out to get to his feet. As he did so, Peter slid his cock into my hole. Unlike every other time we had fucked, this time it was raw. “Stopped taking my meds two months ago, just for this reason, babe.” He began fucking my hole, pounding me hard as the escort stood in front of me watching. His cock was slowly getting soft and starting to hang down over his spent balls. “Poz him again,” the escort said, urging Peter on. I knew Peter was close, I could tell by his breathing and by the way he was fucking. He always pumped only the head of his cock in and out, rapidly when he was close. It was his way of edging, so when he slammed his cock in deep and yelled “Take it, you chasing whore. I've been wanting to charge your hole since we met.” I'm not sure I was all that surprised. “Fuck yeah, pass the gift” encouraged the escort, who added “I hated those fucking condoms on my cock or up my hole,” as Peter slowly pumping his cock in and out. “Yeah, mixing those diseases,” Peter remarked with satisfaction. “You were right. Deep down he was a chaser,” the escort commented. Peter pulled his cock out and got off me. He moved around grinning ear to ear, proud of what he had pulled off. I simply lay there, dazed, watching them. Peter went to his shorts and took out a wad of cash. “Here's your fee, $200 as agreed, and a tip,” Peter said. “Let me know if he needs another dose,” the escort said. The escort dressed and left, leaving us alone and naked in the room. “You fucking bastard” I said, “how could you do this to me?”

NOTE: These events are purely fictional and more parts will be added over time as well as making edits when needed. Part 1: Hook Line and Sinker I’d only just joined Breeding Zone, but within a few minutes I was contacted by a random guy going by the name of MikeBBTop. His pics looked hot, looking early to mid-30’s with a well-kept body which was slightly toned. I eagerly searched through his pics for a cock pic and there it was a gorgeous thing to see, sitting erect it had to be about 7” with a bit of girth to it (I’ve never been much of a size queen). I examined the pic closely to help me imagine what it would be like, staring closely I notice that just above his cock he has some kind of tattoo, but it’s covered by his hand. I eagerly responded to his message: Hey, I love your pics and I find your star tattoo appealing. I didn’t have to wait too long for his reply Hello willing hole and thanks I like my tattoo as well, by the way you can call me Mike. After a while he asked how dedicated I was to bareback, I confessed that “I want… No, I need to bareback and that I desire nothing more than to be fucked bareback”. He seemed greatly appeased by this news and instantly offered me an invite to his next bareback party. I eagerly accepted the thought of being fucked bare overtaking my every thought. Though this quickly ended when he sent me an invite pack with a cover letter which read: You have hereby accepted your invitation to be a designated no loads refused cum dump at our annual bareback party on Friday the 23rd February 2018 to 25th February 2018. Just reading the letter was enough to make my cock rock solid and my hole ravenous for a cock and its load. The pack also asked for stats, pics, fantasies and my most recent test results, which prompted me to ask “are all the guys tested?” Mike replied immediately “Yes, they’ve all been tested prior to today”. After hearing that I filled out the pack and sent it bac­­k as fast as I could type. Days past, the anticipation of what is to come only got more and more unbearable. In my eagerness I started practicing with my plugs to make sure my hole could take every cock that was offered and wanted to fuck and breed my hole. But now I’m here standing out front of the house on the 25th my hole un touched for a couple days to ensure the first few cocks get a nice tight hole. I reached out my heart beating faster and louder the closer I came to pushing the bell until I felt like my heart stopped, The bell was pressed the point of no return has been reached. The thought of the meal of cocks and loads my hole was going to get made it quiver with anticipation while my mouth drooled at the thought of tasting them...

I was actually feeling super slutty for the whole week and i sucked a random guy from grindr yesterday. But tonight i wanted to please more than 1 man. So first i met with my regular fwb ,who picked me up and we drove into the woods. We went on the back seat,where i started sucking and deepthroating his cock. I wanted to make sure that he will enjoy in a good,long and sloppy blowjob. It was a bit of challenge to suck him for long ,as my jaw still hurts from the long blowjob i gave yesterday. But i did nonetheless. After some time my FWB was ready to fuck me,so we went out and i leaned onto the trunk of his car and offered my ass to him while standing.He lubed me up and showed his cock into me. It hurt me a bit ,but my buddy always notices when it hurts ,so he was gentle and gave me the time to adjust wo me having to say anything. Ater a sec, he started pounding me rough ,as he always does, so i was moaning from pleasure. My perfectly clean and very wet ass was all sloppy as he was pounding me. After a while, he held onto my hips ( i love it when he does that) ,started to really pound me rough, until he stopped balls deep in me as he was filling me with cum. He pulled it out ,we got dressed and got home. Before i met with my regular fwb ,i had arranged a hookup with my other semi-regular 19 yr old top, that we we'll fuck and he wanted ,for me to come to him pre-filled with cum ,and still wet from the fuck i had before. This was actually this guys wish for quite some time now ,but we didn't really arrange it yet. I drove to his place, parked nearby and walked to his place. As i was walking i could feel my smooth and creamy asscheeks rubbing against each-other and i felt so slutty,knowing that i was just fucked and am going for the sloppy seconds. When i came to his place ,he was already waiting me naked on bed. I got undressed ,went on all 4 and started sucking him. After a while he grabbed my head and begun deepthroating me. After that, i had to go on the floor into the doggy and lean over the bed. He lubed me ,fingered me a bit ,showed it in and started pounding my sloppy ass. He was really passionate and i loved the feeling of his body on mine as i was pressed against the bed. Soon he filled me with his cum and i could feel it was a lot. Sex didn't last for long but i enjoyed it nonetheless. When we dressed ,we talked for a bit and then i left ,walked to my car thinking about what a great experience it was ,and that the 3 of us gotta get together next time, so they'll properly tag teamed me in a threesome. When i got home it was the time to clean up ,i pushed the cum out and was impressed bcs it was much more than i'd expect from 2 loads.

I haven't posted in quite a while (or played), but a couple of weeks ago, I had a pretty amazing experience. I like to visit a clothing-optional gay campground in the mountains on the east coast while traveling north/south. I'm generally there on a weekday, when there aren't a lot of folks around, so action tends to be light, but I really love just being outside, naked, so even if there are only a handful of other guys around, or even no action at all, I really enjoy the experience. It's perfectly located for me about halfway from to my destination, and super-reasonably priced. This past visit, I was able to stay on a Friday night (and wish I could have hung out until Sunday), which is unusual for me. Most folks are visiting there for the weekend, and that's when most of the action really gets going. The owners of the campground have a pretty extensive site - most of the campsites are occupied with more or less permanently parked campers - they may change hands, and occupants come and go, but the campers never move. The owners were throwing a Friday night party at their site, with a pony keg, and some munchies, and the guy at the counter told me about it when I checked in. He said the party got going at 8PM, and people would be hanging out there until the regular party venue opened at 10PM. I usually stay in a cabin (there are a handful for rent) but they were already booked for the weekend, so I wound up in the lodge, which was perfectly fine for me. I rolled in about 5 in the afternoon, and it was still warm enough to be outside naked, so I took a few things up to my room, and then quickly stripped down to nothing but flip-flops. I had been on the bike all day, almost without interruption, so I really wanted a hot shower just to relax. There's a shower in the lodge, but I really prefer to head out to the bathhouse (duh) so I can be out there naked for anyone who is walking by. It's never failed for me, even when I stay during the week, that there's someone around, and interested in looking. The public showers are a great place to meet and get to know my fellow campers. After I took a nice, long, hot shower, and chatted briefly with one of the guys who works at the campground (who also mentioned the party) and wanted to see if I needed anything, I strolled back over to the lodge, grabbed a drink, and then sat out on the deck, and just watched the sunset. After a bit, it started to get too chilly, and it was dark anyway, so I just pulled on jeans and a t-shirt, and then, at 8, walked up to the site where there was going to be the party. Although I had been to the camp five or six times before, I'd never had a reason to walk up this particular stretch of sites, and I was blown away by how elaborate it was. I was even more blown away to see a huge banner stretched out in front of the site, advertising a "dungeon party". I apparently was unfashionably early, as there didn't seem to be anybody else around, and the keg was there on ice, but not yet tapped. I took a minute to walk over to a large tent on a platform, and peek in, and inside was a full collection of dungeon furniture! I have done some BDSM play before, but always topping women. I'm not really a sadist, but there isn't much to me that is hotter than full sexual submission. The two main features appeared to be the huge St. Andrew's cross, with a collection of floggers and paddles hung next to it on the "wall" of the tent, and then, a little to the side of that, a sawhorse/bench with padded arm and leg rests: a paddling and fucking bench. I slipped back out, still didn't see anybody, so I headed back over to the lodge, took a few hits, and refilled my glass, and chilled out a while longer. After I saw a few golf-carts full of guys headed up the road, I walked back over to the party. I didn't see either of the guys I'd spoken with earlier, and I didn't really know anybody there, so when a slightly older guy approached me and kind of glommed onto me, I started talking with him. He explained that this was the campground co-owner's site and that it was his dungeon. He also started telling me about some of the other pieces of furniture - some he'd helped build or set up. He seemed nice enough, but he didn't do much for me, and was drinking pretty heavily. I mingled a bit, grabbed a beer, and started noshing on some of the munchies, since I'd had a big, late lunch, and wound up skipping dinner, I didn't want to wind up too drunk because of an empty stomach. After a bit, I wandered back into the tent, and by then the "proprietor" was there, and was more than happy to give me a detailed tour of the equipment. It was pretty clear his favorite pieces were the St. Andrews cross and the fucking horse/bench. He started telling me at great length how he knew how to use a flogger so well that it felt like a gentle massage, and I'm pretty sure he knew I was intrigued, so he was nice, and went out of his way to be a good top and not scary. It worked pretty well - I definitely was put at ease, even though I wasn't sure switching (a whole new thing for me) was what I wanted. I wandered out of there, and back to this teepee where they had a kind of sweat lodge thing going, but it wasn't really warm enough to actually strip down, there weren't really any seats left, and I struggled to strike up conversation with anyone. After about 10 minutes I got tired of all the smoke, and my curiosity had been building. Meanwhile, as I walked out, the first guy who'd been talking to me sidled back up again, and I asked him if there was going to be any play going on at this dungeon party, or if everyone was just kind of hanging out. He said he thought everyone was just being too shy, but if someone would get it started maybe more would go on. I told him I was actually thinking about it, and he encouraged me a bit. I decided what the hell, and I went and found the dungeon owner again, and told him he'd convinced me that it would feel just like a lovely massage...and I'd love to have him show me his skills. He didn't miss a beat, and we headed right back into the tent, and over to the St. Andrew's cross. There were now a few people hanging out in the tent - there was a propane heater blowing (early fall in the mountains) - another guy dressed in leather, a few non-descript or trollish looking guys, and a couple of butch dykes. Since it wasn't quite so cold, I immediately shucked off my jeans, tshirt and fleece, and stepped up onto the platform of the cross. The combination of the slightly cool air, being exposed (the only naked person in the room), anticipation of the impending strokes, and the center of attention as the object of the performance, and I immediately started getting aroused. I felt a thrill run through me and let my mind spin a little as I started thinking about fully submitting. I'd always played the other role (with great pleasure), but I also got off before on how aroused and excited the sub would be...I was excited to get to experience the role. I immediately started to get hard, and the dungeon master/owner, smiled and stroked my cock and told me that it made him happy to see a sub so obviously excited about the prospects. I made sure to really spread and show my ass and hole as I bent over to try to get the leather cuffs on, and the feeling of being cuffed - they were heavy - and collared gave me butterflies. I was almost elated to step up to the cross and put my hands up. We talked briefly - in a straightforward and non-game way, so I knew he was an experienced and sane dom, and we stablished a safeword and a plan for the scene. He said he really preferred to have a blindfold on his subs, and I said that was just fine - at that point, I actually wanted to be gagged too, not because I wanted to be silenced, but because it would really complete the sensory experience of the cuffs, collar and blindfold. He said that at first he really preferred to be able to get feedback, and I agreed that was the sensible thing. I told him I wanted him to start out with the 'massage' approach he'd described, but that we should ramp up (green) and that I would tell him when I needed to plateau (yellow) and when we could resume ramping up (green), and that I'd let him know when I needed less (red). He lifted each hand up to the cross, and clipped me in there, and had me sag down, to show me the that it would bear my weight, and that the cuffs wouldn't bind at all. As he was running his hands down my sides to clip in my ankles, he ran over my ass, and I willingly pushed back, trying to brush my hole and spread my ass - to be open and ready for his strokes or anything. Some more watchers had come in to the tent, and a few were reaching around, tweaking and twisting my nipples, and I was as rock hard as I've almost ever been. I could hardly wait. He pressed his hardon up against my ass as he tweaked my nipple and breathed into my ear, and put the blindfold on, at which point I lost track of how many people were there. I remember seeing the two baby butches watching with full attention, and I was thinking how funny it was that we were so juxtaposed. He picked up the "intermediate" flogger and started off with slow, gentle strokes - no sting at all. I'm not sure I'd call it a massage, but it wasn't painful at all, and I was arching back to feel the strokes on my ass, and thighs...hoping for some contact on my hole, taint and balls. I wanted to be open and used. I have lost all track of time, but we went along for quite a while - at least twenty minutes - my frustration and arousal constantly mounting - as the intensity of his blows kept increasing. I just dove into sub space and thrust back, exposing myself fully to his onslaught - trying to catch a rithym, and continually frustrated by the irregular pace. As the intensity increased the endorphins flowed, and the more each sting was actually arousing (and the more each blow stung). I was in abandon, handing from my arm cuffs, thrusting my ass out, and although I could hear the sound of the impacts, and knew from experience they were pretty intense, each blow just felt more...frustratingly tantilizing...like being teased...it was a long, long tease, and I was in a red haze of desire. Finally, after a bit, a few blows landed that were actually painful, and I asked him to plateau...he gave me a few more good licks, with a slightly sadistic laugh, but also warning me they'd be good stings...that I had been a good boy and just needed a few more to finish me off...I gladly pushed back and did my best to give him my skin to sting - I wanted him to use me - I wanted to please him with how good I could be for him. After this we started to cool down, and, with a lot of gentle caressing and rubbing, he brought me back down, and took me off the cross. As the blindfold came off there were about seven or eight guys handing around, one or two had their cocks out, one or two were just rubbing through their pants...the baby butch had her hands down her pants and was rubbing her clit/pussy and her butch partner was rubbing the outside of her pants and pinching the baby dyke's nipples. My dom asked if I was ok - lightheaded or anyting - needed help sitting down? I told him I felt amazing and almost kind of disappointed we were finishing. The final, slightly more painful blows had taken me back down off the orgasmic edge, so I was just kind of cooling down. My mouth was a little dry so I wanted to grab another beer and have a cigarette....it was thrilling to have a room of strangers, but I also didn't know exactly what to say to anyone...I just wanted to kind of chill and luxuriate in the glow. My ass felt red but it was a warm glow, not sore at all. I sat down by the outdoor fire, and suddenly my earlier interlocutor reappeared and asked how I was feeling I told him I felt great, and should have volunteered to get things going sooner. It appeared to me, though, that the tent had mostly emptied out, and no new action had started up. I started seeing the audience back outside. I hung out at the fire, a few different people - more than I had realized - came up and told me what a hot scene they thought it was, and thanked me for putting it on (I had done nothing but volunteer). I don't remember what else we talked about, but I had some random chat with a few different people, and in particular with this one other guy in leather (costume). He was very nice, and pretty hot, but actually seemed kind of shy and tentative. I think another 30 minutes or so went by, and people started to drift off to the main party venue where dancing was getting going. I wandered over there, but it wasn't all that exciting to me, and I found that I was kind of sorry the moment seemed to have passed in the dungeon. The keg at the dungeon site had a nicer beer than the cheap stuff in the main venue, so I wandered back to the first keg, and while I was refilling, saw the dungeon owner again (he was back in party host mode), and I asked him if he wanted to show me how the other equipment in his dungeon worked. He didn't bat an eyelid, said "yes, of course" and immediately headed back into the dungeon, with me following. There weren't as many people hanging around the site, but at least three guys followed us in to see what was happening. I walked over to the fucking horse, and without asking or being told, stripped fully again immediately. The dom was going in and out, doing a couple of different things, and I honestly wasn't sure what we were going to do, but I was admiring the strap/paddle resting on the bench. He came back in, picked up the paddle, and indicated I should hop up on the horse....it needed no adjustment, and I layed my stomach down on the top rest, with my arms and shins down on the rests...there was a strap clamped across my back, holding my stomach down to the benchtop, and then he fastened my ankle restraints, so I was bound face-down, ass-up. Just being strapped in like this made me rock hard again, and I knew my hole was wide open and ready. He only restrained one of my wrists, which kind of disappointed me initially, but it became obvious why later. My ass was still warmed up from the flogging, so although they stung slightly, the blows from the strap just immediately got me wanting more. The brunt of the blow fell on my cheeks, but also a little on my hole and the back of my balls...almost immediately I was back in that place where I just wanted to be used and to submit to use...I didn't have to wait long! After only a couple of minutes, during which a few guys had discovered something new was happening and come in, I felt him start to work silicone lube into my ass. I felt the cool wet liquid and sighed...knowing relief was coming soon. I heard him unzip his pants and then I could feel his hard cock searching around for my hole...I was pushing back, trying to gape it open and take him in. He quickly lined up perfectly, and then with one firm, but not too hard/fast thrust, buried himself in me, and I moaned pushing back as much as I could (I couldn't really move very much). He started thrusting, grunting into my ear that I was a good little slut, and I moaned out "thank you daddy, please fuck my hole". Pretty soon, as he was thrusting away, another guy appeared, no pants, with his hard cock out. I immediately reached out with that free hand, and pulled him over, so I could start sucking him. In another minute, as I was in heaven, getting my ass pumped over and over, and sucking on this nice, not too long, but slightly fat cock, I became aware of two more guys who'd come over, pulling their cocks out and furiously masturbating. I felt like a complete fuck-doll and I was in a trance, sucking and concentrating on the feeling of my hole being pulled in and out with the thrusts...I could not get enough. I don't know how many cocks I took, but I knew for sure that it had turned into a train when the original dungeon master came around to the front of the bench to check on me - I knew he had pulled out and re-inserted at least once, so I wasn't really positive until I saw him that the cock in my ass belonged to someone else, but I had thought so because it seemed slightly thicker. He checked on me and asked how I was feeling, and I told him I was in heaven, and I asked him if there were more people coming in...he said he didn't think so and then headed back around behind me...another guy stepped forward and I started sucking him, while I felt yet a different guy enter me from behind (he was definitely the thickest, but not that long). The guy I was sucking on pulled back slightly - he was having difficulty comfortably getting up close enough to my face - and started furiously jacking off..and I realized he was cumming - he didn't have much, but I pulled him back over and sucked/licked him clean - a nice, sharp tangy cum. The thick guy gave a few extra grunts/heaves and then pulled out. My original dom returned and I asked him for a little more lube, which he immediately supplied, and then he went to town...it was ball slapping good. He leaned over and as he twisted my nipples, whispered in my ear that the next time I wouldn't need more lube, because I'd be so filled up with cum that I'd be lubed with cum, and if at all possible, my dick got harder. All I could get out between moans was "yes daddy, please fill me up with your cum. I need more cum". I felt him give a few more hard thrusts, and then he pulled out. I undid the one restrained wrist using my free hand, and then pushed up on my elbows to scan around the tent...there wasn't really anybody left..the thick guy was pulling on his pants, and apologized to me for not lasting very long - he mumbled something about being thick and I told him, "no, thank you so much, I loved it, your cock is great". He headed out of the tent and I asked him if there was anyone else waiting for a turn, and the dom said he thought everyone had left to go over to the other party venue. He then reached around to my cock, and, sticking his thumb up my ass pulled me off in just a few strokes - the hugest load I've shot in ages. He un-buckled me and asked how I was feeling as he was getting dressed...I told him I felt amazing, that I LOVED his dungeon and that this is just exactly what I had needed...a deep fucking by a bunch of cocks. I was only sorry I didn't cum from the fucking alone, but in a way, I'm glad, because I remained ready and open. I'm not sure how many guys, probably four, but being the object of a train was incredible. I don't know how many loads I took - I may not have actually taken any (other than the two I sucked off), as my ass, although kind of slick with silicone lube, didn't seem wet nor did anything else leak back out. Of course, with a bunch of horndog pigs like that, they may have all been like the guy I remember licking the cum off of (the only load I know I definitely got) - really small loads because their balls were already long drained. I am not an actual bug chaser, and this was insanely risky, but I will be going on prep and definitely returning for more.

I liked Joe Gage too, my ideal at the time of a masculine, regular guy, along with Al Parker, Colt Thomas, etc..

I'm still a huge fan of Gage's "Trucking" trilogy. And "Heatstroke" too. When I was a young queer just beginning to explore being queer, Gage's porn is the first gay porn I ever saw.

Ready, gotta keep my agreement..😜

I was in the Titan vid "Easy Inn". Unfortunately a condom film, but the actors were very hot and masculine, was a blast to make.😈

Growing up in the 70s limited my exposure to porn. As a 14-15yo all I could do is going to a shop where they sold magazines and cigarettes and watch the covers of gay magazines, even do a quick browse before getting caught. As a 16yo I would go out to the bars with schoolmates (drinking age was 16 at the time, it is now 18) and sometimes feign tiredness just before 12am and then rush to the local cinema where they showed a Late Night Special, a (straight) sex movie. They let me in even though I was clearly not 18 yet (the age limit), probably because there were usually only a handful of people in the theatre. They were silly German or Swedish movies with titles like "With you horn between my Alps" or "Swedish girls on vacation" and the likes. The women were of course the stars of the movies (for the male audience) but I couldn't care less. I got to see naked guys and dicks fucking! Not that they were very attractive but that wasn't the point. I got my opportunity to see a real gay video when I moved to a big city to study at 17 and found the nerve to go to a sex shop. What happened there I have told a few times already in other threads so I won't go into detail. But it was the first time I sucked cock and got fucked. By the videostore clerk (hot guy). I went back to that videostore many times and watched gay porn until the coast was clear (no other customers) and the clerk came into my booth. But it also started my fascination with gay porn. There still wasn't an other opportunity to watch porn until the PC came along. I got one early 90s and was hooked. I could spend hours watching porn although it wasn't easy to find the right websites. Advantage was that most of it was for free as there were not many pay sites yet. And I think I then developed my preference for masculine hairy tops. Twinks or femme guys didn't do anything at all for me. They still don't but maybe that is because I am a bottom and those twinks were too (mostly). I also learned about the various positions you can fuck, even though some were clearly not very comfortable to do but done anyway because of the camera angle. I agree with @CuriousDallasthat most major studios porn is boring nowadays but at the time those were a major turn on, even though it was condom porn. I watched everything, from Falcon to Chi Chi LaRue and others. But I started to have a preference for Colt, Titan and Raging Stallion simply because the actors/models appealed to me the most: masculine men fucking masculine men. My all time favorite being movies from director Joe Gage: porn with a storyline. Now I mostly watch amateur porn. I don't buy DVDs or download movies because I only watch them once (there are exceptions). I even watch a twink being nailed by one or more masculine guys, as long as he doesn't squel too much 😉

Not only does he not know that I BB with other guys, he doesn't know I am chasing or that I stopped taking PrEP, And others don't know I that work in the Medical field

Ryan Reynolds !!!!

I love it when a faggot is such a dirty little whore that not only does it not care what the guys fucking it look like but they don't even know what the guys fucking them bareback and dumping loads in their sloppy fuckholes look like. Especially when that faggot is hot. Its hot to know it could have standards but its such a cockhungry slut it will let absolutely anyone fuck it. The trolls love taking advantage of that so its hot to see some sexy little cumdump taking loads from the nastiest looking old trolls.Plus you can be pretty sure the whore is pozzed up trash and probably a hooker on the side.

Here's one... https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph55e3e006372f1

While the roots of incest taboo have little effect on same-sex relations, those roots arise from the very practical and serious potential genetic consequences of incestuous hetero couplings. It isn’t just a matter of religious dogma or of custom whose origins have been forgotten - there are families, in deep Appalachia for example, profoundly affected by inbreeding mutation. And even in same-sex relations, incest introduces elements of psychochemical bonding and power dynamics that can deeply confuse core family relationships. Which is all to say, there are real reasons we don’t usually fuck our blood kin.

Love the boys & cocks of Vancouver. Tuesday, had a guy from Grinder cum over to my hotel room He came in, took our clothes off, and his cock found its way to my mouth After slurping on that he got me on top of him to make out and his cock slips into my hole. Inch by inch he sinks his hard cock into and proceeded to fuck me Think he came a couple time as I sat & rode his cock I came as he was Cumming in my the second time He fucked me in other positions and culminated w the fifth load pumped deep in me Thursday afternoon had guy w a real 9” and thick cock fuck me really good. Stretched my hole and had me quivering in anal orgasms with every thrust he did into me. He would thrust, I would feel his hard cock penetrate me making me orgasm. The realize it was just half of it. And the feel him thrust the other half into me. Im sure the whole floor knows I was getting fucked. It was an awesome fuck Couple hours later, I setup meeting with another Grinder I had been chatting with I go over to his place I get blindfolded from behind after I walk in to his dark apartment walks me back and bends me over the bed And goes to town on my hole First rims it, and the shoved his raw cock and fucked me real good until he blew his load in me the thing about my hole is that the more it is fucked, the hungrier it gets for more cock and cum So I noticed this guy that I have been chatting on BBRTS for several years had msg me He was available to play, so I invited him to my hotel room He was hot, he expertly took turns between eating my hole, stretching my hole, and fucking my hole I was in heaven This went on for a couple hours Not even sure how many times he came, think 2 or 3 I sleep and wake up around 8am And the guy who fucked me blindfolded wanted to give me another load since he lives just a block from my hotel, I go back and have him pump another load in my hole I meet up w friends and get to the place where I’m going to stay tonight I get hit on by a hung guy nearby he invites me over to breed me Cute young guy w a long uncut cock I suck on it till it has double in size and it is rock hard He ask me to turn around He lives up his cock and plays with my hole rubbing his cock head trying to push its way in He asked me if I had been fucked recently I said, yeah, this morning. He says he can tell by feeling my hole And the guy stops and says he can’t fuck me now That it bothers him that I have just been barebacked just a couple hours earlier So I left unfulfilled Really? I had already deepthroated your cock for longer than any cock that have been inside me this week Well, except a couple that fucked me thru a glory hole at F212

Pedalling back to your friends house with a cumfilled ass must have felt great.

Part 4 I awoke to loud knocking on the door of the trailer. I felt Eddie still at my side in bed but heard Marco's voice asking who was there as he made his way to the door. I heard Al's voice greeting Marco, then the sound of a door opening. Opening my eyes, I saw Al standing at the foot of the bed observing Eddie and me. My ass felt sore and stuffed and then I remembered the plug that Eddie and Marco had inserted into it at the end of last night. The soreness intensified as the memory came back to me and I needed to remove the plug right then and there. I reached behind me to pull it out and the first pull on the plug brought a shudder of pain. Al saw my discomfort, chuckled, and got onto the bed with Marco and me. Al moved my hand out of the way and grasped the plug. He remarked that it was going to hurt like hell to remove the plug and that he would help me get it out of the way. With that, he wrenched the plug out of me and brought a very loud yelp of pain from me. Eddie was just coming back to life when he heard me scream. He reached down and squeezed my nuts really hard. I was stunned by this action and stopped screaming as all my consciousness now alternated between the pain in my ass and the pain in my groin. Eddie laughed and said he knew I would be too surprised to keep screaming if I was hurting in more than one place at the same time. Eddie then told Al that my ass had gotten pretty torn up by their assault on it. He said if Al and Jimmie were worried about catching anything from me, they better fuck me sooner than later. Al was wearing a pair of thin running shorts and it was apparent that his cock was growing hard. Al asked me if I was going to only be a poz load-taking cumslut from here on out. I replied that I was more of a no loads refused cumslut. I moved Al's shorts down his hips and started sucking his cock. Sometime while I was working on Al's shaft, Jimmie had come into the trailer. Seeing me slobbering on his boyfriend's dick, Jimmie said he didn't expect me to be starting up so early after all that I had experienced the night before, but he dropped the towel he was wearing and climbed onto the bed. Eddie started making out with Jimmie next to me on the bed. Al stopped fucking my mouth to let everyone know that he and Jimmie would not be taking any loads from Eddie or Marco. Then he looked at me and said that I would probably not be safe for him much longer as well. Al then continued to receive his blowjob from me while asking Marco if he had some lube he could use. Marco gave him a bottle and Al moved around behind me. I felt his fingers slick with lube work their way up my ass and back out in a repetitive motion. Marco was caressing my chest while Al continued to prepare me for my first fuck of the morning. Eddie and Jimmie began to 69 each other next to me. Before I knew it, Al was balls deep into my hole and fucking me violently. Marco broke out the poppers and passed them under my nose.Al was thrusting so hard that it felt like my butt was opening up and bleeding again. Al removed his prick and it was, in fact, covered in blood. "Well," Al said, "it looks like you are going to be ripe for catching whatever these two pigs have to give you." Marco went down to clean up Al's blood-covered cock and then went to give me a deep French kiss. Al replaced his dick in my hole and continued his hard assault. "I hope you think that this weekend was worth it. You are going to be forever marked by it," he told me. "Yes, I want to be a poz cumwhore. I want everyone to know that all I want is want is cock. It doesn't matter what I might catch, I just need cock and cum in my ass" was my reply. "Oh, we've got plenty on tap for this filthy bugchaser" was Eddie's response. "He has no idea what's in store for him." "That's what I was afraid of and why I was reluctant to spend too much time with you and Marco" was Al's comeback. Al never let up in pounding me and let loose with a load in my hole. "Well, I've got this pig lubed up for whatever harm you're going to do to him." "Thanks, handsome. He has a long day with lots of abuse ahead of him" said Marco with a wide smile. While Al was fucking me, Marco was working on my cock and I was now rock hard. Jimmie and Eddie were now face-to-face and making out and stroking each other's dicks. Al shocked Jimmie, Eddie, and Marco when he announced that he wanted me to fuck him. I later learned that hardly anyone fucked Al. I cleaned off Al's dick of the cum, blood, and "other" accumulation from fucking me and shared it with Marco. Al got onto the bed on all fours and I dove in to rim his ass and work his hole open a little bit for my cock. Marco gave my dick a few sucks to make it as hard as possible before taking on Al. I went to my knees and guided my dick up and down Al's crack. Marco squirted some lube on my cock and on the opening to Al's hole and I began to work my way inside him. For not bottoming very often, Al took my thick cock with relative ease up inside him. Next to us on the bed, Jimmie began fucking Eddie in missionary. Poppers bottles were passed around as the four of us continued with our fucking. Marco alternated fingering Jimmie's and my holes and slapping our asses. Al motioned Marco to move around in front of him and he began sucking off Marco's fat tool. I slowed down my pace to avoid blasting too quickly inside of Al. Jimmie was pounding Eddie pretty hard beside me. Sensing that I was close to cumming, Al called for a break. I remained still inside of him. Meanwhile, Al directed Marco and Jimmie to switch places as he wanted a taste of Jimmie's dick and Eddie's ass. Marco and Jimmie switched places and the fucking resumed. Marco was really launching his cock into Eddie's ass. I later learned that Marco did not top Eddie very often, so he was really taking advantage of the opportunity he had thanks to Al's orders. Al's ass was really tight and I knew I couldn't hold off much longer before I came. Al sensed this and mocked me to shoot on of the last loads of negative cum I would ever produce into him. He said to enjoy what it would feel like because I was going to be marked as a poz cumwhore after Eddie and Marco were through with me. He kept on degrading me and calling me things like "stupid cumslut" and "dirty whore." Before I knew it, Marco was behind me shoving his fat cock into my ass. I was startled by the suddenness of it and my cum began to launch into Al's butt. My butt wasn't lubed very well and once Marco was fully inside of me, my hole began to burn with pain. Marco thrusted in and out of me causing the pain to intensify. As I was howling with pain, Marco noted that he was probably ripping me up. Marco's assault didn't last too much longer before he sent a toxic load into my bowels. Simultaneous to this happening, Jimmie switched back to fucking Eddie. Jimmie really jackhammered Eddie and came ferociously. After finishing up inside of me, Marco withdrew and had me clean his cock. There wasn't as much blood on it as I was expecting, but the day was still pretty early. Jimmie presented his own dick for me to clean which I hungrily did. Marco came up to me and started licking Jimmie's dick as well as my face. We traded the mixture back and forth before I finally swallowed my share while Marco smeared the rest all over my face. When he was done, Al and then Eddie presented their asses for me to clean. Marco was close by me to make sure more of the cum and assjuice mixture made onto my face, neck, shoulders, and chest. Eddie had gotten pretty turned on by me cleaning out his ass and was now ready to plant another poz load into my butt. With me flat on my stomach, he began to invade me. I was feeling really tender inside and his PA was serving as further irritation. With the others rooting him on and insulting me for being such a stupid fag, he once again made sure to really move around inside of me, dragging his PA around as much of my chute as he possibly could. He pulled out of me on occasion and presented his blood-covered tool to Marco who cleaned up the shaft and shared the bloody mixture with my mouth and face.In the meantime, he was also feeding me lots of poppers to help me ride it out. After a while, the pain caused by his PA left my ass feeling like it was on fire. I was moaning from a combination of pleasure and pain. Eddie remarked that my stupid, bloody slut ass was getting ever more receptive for the poison he was passing on to me. Finally, to my relief, he let go of his toxic cum filling me up. I never heard someone scream so loudly from cumming as what Eddie did with that orgasm. Al, Jimmie, and Marco applauded as he finished. Upon pulling out of me, he once more presented his dick to Marco who pulled me alongside for the cleanup. There was more blood on Eddie's dick than ever before. Most of the blood was swallowed by Marco or me while whatever cum and assjuice that Marco could smear on me was smeared on my. It now felt like most of my body from the knees up had some type of coating on it from the morning's activities. It was getting close to noon by the time we finished. Jimmie ran over naked to his trailer and brought back my clothing. Seeing the lady's gold thong that I had been wearing, Eddie said that their company coming later in the day might have a special interest in that. Upon mentioning the prospect of company, Al said that he and Jimmie were going to be headed to Green Bay to visit some of their friends and might not be back to pick up their trailer until the following morning. Eddie said that leaving their trailer in place would provide some cover for the rest of us. Jimmie and Al were gone in seemingly no time. That left Eddie and Marco to confront me with what could happen to me. Their friends, Bryce and Trey, were due to arrive in 2-3 hours. Bryce was newly poz and not on meds. Eddie and Marco had likely knocked him up. Trey was poz and had been on meds for a number of years. They were into much more than just fucking. They had seen Bryce's and Trey's ads on hookup sites, and it was clear they were into PNP, fisting, crossdressers, and more. Marco told me that he and Eddie were not into the PNP scene. A portion of Eddie's pension could be in jeopardy if he was arrested for possession of illegal drugs.Bryce and Trey were aware of that and promised not to use while we were all together. Eddie looked at me and my clothes and remarked that it looked like I could use a shower. He asked me how far away I lived and where my car was parked. I told him I lived about 10 miles away and my vehicle was parked on the ground level of the casino parking ramp. Eddie threw me my gold panties and a pair of spandex shorts with orders to put them on. I did and struggled with the shorts as they were about two sizes tight. Marco came up and arranged things so that the frilly band of my panties peaked above the shorts. At least he didn't give me a whale tale. They threw a pair of flip flops at me that were also too small. I was instructed to put them on and start walking toward my vehicle in the ramp. They would lock up things and the site and follow soon after me. I set off down the road wearing only the tight shorts, my thong, and the too small flip-flops. Because they were so small, I was not able to walk very fast. I could feel the layer(s) of grime on my body from the fucking I had done as well as being applied by Marco. I didn't encounter anyone up close for most of the way through the site. One woman seemed to recognize that something was off with me and shielded her kids from viewing me. The walk from the campsite opening to the parking ramp entrance was about 200 yards of wide open space. About halfway to the entrance, I encountered a car leaving the ramp. In it was a middle-aged couple that I knew from the casino. The couple did a double and triple take as they saw me barely clothed and clearly disheveled from something. I nodded in their direction and kept shuffling toward the ramp. This couple also knew who my ex was, so I had that added possibility of information sharing to consider. I got to my vehicle in the ramp, but there was no trace of Eddie and Marco. All I could do was stand by until they arrived with the keys to my vehicle. It seemed like 10-15 minutes and many people and cars went by before I saw Eddie and Marco come out of the casino doors into the ramp. They strolled casually to my vehicle while calling out my name and motioning for me to walk towards them. I did so and when we met, Marco embraced me, ran his hands down the back of my shorts and started making out with me in the ramp. Some elderly couples saw our display and gasped in astonishment. Cries of "sick fags" and "dirty degenerates" were lodged against us. Eddie said that we had better get out of the ramp before security showed up, so we got into my vehicle. Eddie got in the front driver's seat while Marco and I got into the back. Eddie took off while Marco worked on removing my shorts but leaving my panties in place. Marco gave me a leisurely blowjob while Eddie drove to my house. Sensing my confusion, Eddie said he got my address from my wallet and punched it into his phone for directions. When we got to my house, Eddie pulled into my garage and shut off the ignition to my vehicle. We had to walk 50 feet from the garage to the door of my house. I was only wearing the frilly gold thong with my cock hanging out the side. I don't think I was spotted by any of my neighbors, but I wasn't actively looking around. Eddie took his time unlocking my house and insisted that as guests, he and Marco should be allowed to enter first. They slowly walked in and then Marco turned around and tore the panty off of me leaving me naked outside my door.Neither he nor Eddie moved for close to a minute while I stood exposed. If any of the neighbors did see this, it was surely getting weirder. Marco finally stepped aside to let me into my house. They asked where my bedroom was and I started walking towards it. Eddie stopped me in front of the big living room window and began making out with me grabbing my ass and cock while shoving his tongue down my throat. He did this for another five minutes before releasing me. I was so horny that I wished he would have fucked me right there and then, but he said we needed to be back to the campsite pretty soon. I went into my bedroom and got my first good look at myself in a mirror. The dried cum, blood, and assjuice mixture was all over. I looked like I had either gotten into a fight or gotten seriously fucked. Marco asked where my personal supplies were for lube, enemas, and whatever else I liked to use. I pointed to a drawer in my dresser and he opened it and rifled through its contents. He found a dildo and lube and proceeded to work it into my ass. He informed me that I would need to clean out for the day, but he wanted to work in as much poz come into me as could before that happened. I was getting extremely hard as he was doing this, but Marco would not let me stroke my cock. The thought that I had taken so many toxic loads with the prospect of many more served to get me even more aroused. When Marco was satisfied that I had absorbed as much of their poison cum as I could, he gave me two enemas and told me to go in the bathroom and clean out really well. I did as I was instructed as I heard Marco and Eddie going through all of my possessions, talking to each other in low voices, and occasional laughter. Eddie came into the bathroom and saw me with an enema nozzle in my ass. This was my third such cleanout. Eddie asked if much cum had been washed out and I informed that I didn't see much if any cum in what I had expelled. Eddie smiled and remarked that was excellent news. Eddie took me to the bathtub and told me to lay down in it. After that, he took out his dick and started pissing on me. Marco came in and did the same. They both hosed me down from head to toe before concentrating on my mouth. Marco told me to swallow and I ingested as much of their salty piss as I could. After they finished, Eddie told me I had 5 minutes to take a cold shower to clean up my body. I did so getting no real sense of refreshment from the cold water pummeling my body. When I was done, Eddie gave me a towel to dry off and a blue, pink, and white-striped thong panty to put on. Marco had a couple of plastic shopping bags filled with things they were taking from my house, but I could not see what was inside of them. We walked towards the door to leave. Marco said he and Eddie would go out the garage and I should lock up. He and Eddie went out toward the garage. I locked the knob from the inside and pulled the door shut. As I was standing outside wearing only the thong panty, Marco said I should lock the deadbolt as well and threw the house key into the lawn 15 feet past me. Eddie commanded me to walk, don't run to retrieve the key. The neighbors in the house in back of me were outside doing lawn work, but I could not tell if they had spotted me. When I got to the key, Marco ordered me to bend over from the waist to pick it up. I did as instructed, and when I turned around to walk back to the door, I saw my elderly neighbor across the street staring at me. Eddie told me I had better unlock the knob again and start over while standing outside. I finished locking and re-locking everything for what seemed like an eternity and headed toward the garage. Now the wife of the elderly neighbor across the street was staring at me as well as her husband. As I got to the garage door, Marco called out to my backyard neighbor to have a nice day. I hustled into the garage. Eddie opened the door to the backseat and I climbed in. Eddie handed me a towel and told me to put it under my ass. Then he gave me a dildo and some lube and told me to start fucking myself. Eddie and Marco removed their shirts, Eddie removed his shorts leaving him in bikini underwear, and then they climbed in my vehicle. Eddie got into the back with me and Marco in the driver's seat. Marco fired up my vehicle, opened the garage door and backed out. I had stopped bouncing up and down on the dildo when we hit daylight. Eddie told Marco to stop and we sat in the driveway. Eddie said that if I did not keep fucking myself with the dildo, he would open the door and shove me out of the vehicle. Marco laughed at this and was revving the engine as we remained in the driveway. He fumbled around pretending not to be able to find the garage door remote. He then hit the horn a couple of times. Eddie moved over to French kiss me and muttered that I had better keep fucking myself. We finally pulled out of the driveway and I caught sight of my next door neighbor in the corner of my eye while Eddie continued kissing me. Marco drove slowly down the street as we made our getaway. Eddie worked to free my cock and began to stroke it. He told me to stop him before I came. I was continuing to fuck myself as Marco drove at about 2/3 normal speed to both prolong our trip and increase the chance of encountering other vehicles which we in fact did. A number of vehicles passed us, Marco sitting shirtless in the front seat with the window down, Eddie and I nearly naked in the back with lightly tinted windows. A few vehicles honked when they passed us. I wasn't sure if it was because Marco was driving so slow or if it was because they saw the lewd display I was putting on in the back seat. I was leaking a fierce amount of precum which Eddie smeared on my face. Marco finally made it back to the casino parking lot. He skipped the turnoff to head for the campground in the back and instead went to the last driveway. He went through the parking lot slowly and Eddie instructed me not to let up on the dildo. I think we went mostly unobserved going through the parking lot save for a few confused women. When we got to the campground entrance, Eddie told me to let up on the dildo but to keep it buried inside of me. Marco drove us to the back of the campground. Parked across from Al and Jimmie's travel trailer was a pickup truck with a popup camper. Eddie told me to resume bobbing on the dildo. As we approached it, Marco shouted out to the two men standing outside of it. The men came up to my vehicle as Marco lowered the windows to the back seat. Eddie told them it was good to see them again. He pointed at me and said, "This is Jay, the pig I was telling you about. He's looking to have a life-altering experience with us. As you can see, there are certain interests he has that you might find especially useful." Trey, the shorter black man of the couple reached in and ran his hand over my striped panty and my still-hard cock. "Nice to meet you, piggy. We're going to have some fun with you."

To me, You're one of those guys that is intimidatingly hot either way, Your pics both simultaneously turn me on and make me go weak. When a guy looks like You do, it comes down to personality/attitude more than whether or not You have hair, because looks wise, You're flawless either way. Your power to make me present (i.e., my pussy) is in Your expression of need and desire, not how You look. Having said that, there is something about hairless that has extra mind fuck power for me. When a guy presents as hairless and all of His power is in HIs personality, it throws me more off balance and gives Him more power with me. For me the most powerful Man is quietly confident mixed with a little humility, not assertively 'loud' or proud in how He presents.

Part 3 Jimmie was naked when he stepped inside and saw Eddie and me making out on the bed. Our tongues were frantically lashing each other's, our bodies pressed together, and our hands roaming freely. Jimmie said he came over to make sure everything was going okay. I let him know that everything was fantastic. My ass was bloody, it had poz loads from Marco and Eddie in it and a plug sealing sealing all of it inside of me. Eddie informed Jimmie that he and Marco were about to try double anal on my butt and Jimmie was welcome to stay and help. Jimmie grinned and said he could probably stay awhile since Al was sleeping after fucking Jimmie again following our departure. Eddie climbed into the bed and made out with Marco and me while Jimmie sat nearby and watched us. Marco got up and started fucking his cock in and out of my mouth. Eddie told Jimmie to remove the plug from my ass to get me ready for fucking. I felt sharp pain in my hole as Jimmie twisted the plug back and forth while removing. It was finally out after some agonizing moments only got me to immediately feel Marco's dick filling my ass. Marco thrust slowly but forcefully in and out of me. I felt great pleasure and enormous pain as he did. Eddie took his dick out of my mouth and climbed behind me. My ravaged ass was getting no letup as I felt Eddie's pierced tool pressing to join Marco in fucking my ass. Jimmie chastised the poz couple for having no poppers available as they attempted their dual invasion of my ass. Eddie reached into a drawer nearby and tossed a brown bottle to Jimmie. Jimmie uncapped it and passed it under my nose. I was flying and at ease for the dual dicking to continue. I became a stammering mess begging for those two studs to tear my ass apart and flood me with their poison jizz. I commanded them to knock me up, to give me their dirty gift, to mark me as worthless cumdump. Marco remained mostly stationary while Eddie pile drove me. My ass felt stuffed as their poisonous dicks assaulted my ass. Marco again stated that if I wasn't going to be poz after our earlier fuck, this second round would definitely do it. Eddie continued to ravage my butt. I imagined his PA ripping up my insides even more making me more receptive to their toxic cum they would soon be unloading in me. Marco could not withstand the friction that Eddie's rod was creating against Marco's own tool and he shot his second potent load inside me. Marco pulled his softening cock out of me and Jimmie remarked how red it was with blood. Then to my surprise, Jimmie dove down to clean up Marco's bloody dick with his mouth. After a little cleanup by Jimmie, he then moved up to my head and starting making out with me. Jimmie snowballed the blood, cum, assjuice mixture into my mouth. We swapped it back and forth a few times before I swallowed most of it. I looked over at Marco's tool and saw that it was bleeding. Apparently it had been cut by Eddie's PA while they were both inside me. Jimmie saw the same thing and exclaimed, "Holy Shit! Marco was bleeding inside you!" That meant that I was getting Marco's poz blood mixing with my own inside of me. I yelled out, "Yes, yes. Knock me up with your poz cum and your toxic blood. Share it all with me. I feel like such a dirty slut who deserves this!" Jimmie was getting aroused by this and I grabbed his growing cock and started giving him a a blow job. All three of my lovers were certain that I was going to be in the HIV brotherhood in no time and repeatedly let me know this. Jimmie was harder than hard now. Eddie saw this and asked if he wanted to join him in invading my ass. Jimmie pulled out of my mouth and positioned himself under me to join Eddie in his double anal assault. Jimmie's thick tool shot into my ass causing some massive pain that subsided after I got acclimated to this latest stretching of my abused hole. Eddie and Jimmie alternated thrusts inside my stretched ass.This was the best feeling I've ever had during sex. I was opened like never before waiting to take another poz load from Eddie and for Jimmie to add his own jizz to my growing collection. This continued on for what seemed like hours. My ass began to get numb when Eddie finally poisoned my butt with his second load. Eddie pulled out and Jimmie continued on in my ass. My butt felt loose without Eddie's cock in it, but there was relief as my opening shrunk down to accommodate only Jimmie's thick rod. I begged Eddie to let me clean him off. The coating on his dick was mostly blood and some assjuice. The combined effect of all the fucking must have caused all of their poz cum deep up inside of me.I was going to be able to incubate and absorb their highly toxic loads to get their gift. Jimmie slowed down his pace and then suddenly picked back up to a jackhammer pace as he unloaded in me again. He stayed inside of me after climaxing as we made out with madly darting tongues. Jimmie told me he was so glad to be around for what were probably some of my last moments as a HIV- man. Jimmie asked if I would like to fuck him and shoot what could be my last negative load inside of him. I had not cum yet and had a throbbing boner. I got off of Jimmie and his dick was finally free of my stretched, bleeding, and poz cum-filled ass. His cock looked to have a coat of blood on it. I cleaned him up and his own dick was not bleeding as Marco's had been. That meant the blood was either my own or Marco's. I moved my rock-hard dick up to Jimmie's ass. I started entering him and Jimmie gasped to handle my thickness. I observed this and slowly worked my was inside. I wanted this to last as it would probably be one of the last "clean" loads that I would ever shoot. I was slowly fucking Jimmie and he was moaning with pleasure. I made him tell me that I was a better fuck than Al. I let him know that he was welcome to take my poz cum when the time came. Jimmie was in heaven as I was fucking him. He agreed to get knocked up by me after I became poz. He would have agreed to anything just to keep my fat cock inside of him. In the middle of fucking Jimmie, the door opened and Al came inside the trailer. He saw me balls deep in his boyfriend and remarked that it looked like we were enjoying ourselves. Sensing the tension, Eddie informed Al that Jimmie had not been fucked by either of the toxic pair He didn't mention the fact that Jimmie had cleaned up Marco's bloody dick and had probably swallowed some poz blood in the process. Despite Al's seeming unease at the situation before him, I continued to fuck his boyfriend. Al seemed relieved that neither Eddie or Marco had fucked Jimmie. He came up to the two of us fucking on the bed, dropped the towel draped around his waist, and began caressing the two of us. Al saw how thick my cock was and observed that Jimmie must really be enjoying getting fucked by me. Jimmie grunted in agreement. Al began making out with me and encouraged me to continue fucking his boyfriend. He began fingering my ass and felt the blood inside of me. Al asked Eddie and Marco if they had fucked me yet. Eddie said they both came twice inside me and that Jimmie also planted a load in me. Al didn't seem angry about that last detail. Eddie also let Al know that my ass was torn open by Eddie's PA. Al responded by caressing Jimmie and me and telling me that I was probably to going to be poz whether I wanted it or not. His words made my cock even harder and I only lasted a few more strokes before shooting a massive load inside of Jimmie's ass. Al gave me a deep French kiss as I was shooting indicating his approval of me loading up his boyfriend's ass. After the rush of my orgasm finally died down, I pulled out of Jimmie, rolled over, and collapsed on the bed. Jimmie got down to clean up my cock. He came back up to me to share some of the last HIV- cum I would ever shoot with me. Al joined us for a brief time to mark the occasion. I looked at a clock and saw that it was 4:30 a.m. I was completely exhausted. Sensing my physical state, Eddie suggested we get some sleep. Al agreed it was time to turn in for the rest of the night. He asked if I wanted to go home, stay with Al and Jimmie in their trailer or stay with Eddie and Marco. I REALLY wanted to stay with Eddie and Marco. Not wanting to hurt Al's feelings, I told him that I was too exhausted to move from where I was. Taking his cue to leave, Al wished me a good night and left open an invite to join them later if need be. I thanked them for all they had done and returned the good night wishes. After a quick exchange of kisses, Al and Jimmie retired to their trailer on the next campsite. After they left, Eddie and Marco crawled up on either side of me on the bed. They let me know that I was going to feel completely liberated when I converted, that being poz was the ability to feel powerful. Marco let me know how glad they both were that I had so eagerly taken their poz cum and Marco's poz blood inside me. I thanked both of them for the best sex session I ever experienced. Marco asked Eddie whether they should tell me about what was going to happen later in the day. Eddie responded that I was welcome to stay with them through the weekend and join in on the fun and games with the company that they were expecting. Seeing my quizzical look, Marco said a couple of friends were coming to visit. One of them had recently gotten Eddie and Marco's gift. Marco then grabbed the beaded butt plug and worked it into my ass to seal up their poison inside of me. I barely had the energy to kiss them both goodnight before falling asleep in between the two of them. (To be continued)

Count me in on the interracial scene: I don't find guys that look like me attractive (blond/blue eyes/fair skin/solid build/muscular/top) .. so I find smooth Latin and Asian bottoms guys to be the ones who catch my eye I haven't had a lot of experience with Black guys as there aren't many where I live (or maybe the places I cruise) ... but they're pretty good looking too! I love the contrast in skin, body build, hair colour etc., and a brown skin bottom with a smooth hole is my kryptonite!

PART 15 I didn’t get to hear the conversation Tom had, but it was short. He had a non stop stream of porn on and teased my hole and cock enough to keep me from totally freaking out over the fact that he has just called a guy that I had never met or seen or knew anything about to cum over and fuck me. Bareback. And I already had Tom’s hiv positive cum soaking into me as I lay there. Fortunately, it was pretty quick when the door knocked and opened and I heard a “Tom, it’s Ron”, called from the entry. And I was naked with Tom’s cum in me and hole a wet mess of cum and lube, with my own cum still drying on my chest and tummy. I was super super nervous as I heard Ron come up the stairs. Tom was standing next to the bed, his hand idly playing with my cock and then rubbing my thighs. And then Ron walked in. He was tall, like 6 5” ay least and thin, like a runner. His lean body was defined well and I loved how I could see his veins bulge out. His mostly gray hair was cut short and he had a muatache, but his body was fairly smooth. And as he took off his t shirt, it revealed a smooth chest as well. As he stood before me, me naked laying on the bed totally exposed and hard, Tom spoke up, “Ron meet my new very very special friend Chris. Chris this is Ron and I think you two are going to love each other.” Then looking at Ron directly, he added “ this boy has the best hottest little hole I might have ever had. And we’ve only pumped a few loads in him so far, but I think it’s safe to say young Chris is addicted to having his hole bred.” Then looking at me, he said “ isn’t that right sexy boys?” I just nodded, embarrassed to admit it in front of this stranger. “Chris I am very happy to meet you. You are beautiful. I can’t wait to flip you over and see that ass. What a hot boy body. You ARE 18 right?” He half joked. “I swear I am 18!”, I replied laughing nervously. “Ron, you can’t keep teasing the boy, get those shorts off. No clothes allowed in this room!”, Tom spoke up. And Ron loosened the drawstring on his gym shorts and they fell to the floor revealing what was now a partially gorgeous cut cock. And it was already bigger than mine and he wasn’t even half hard.his hand went to it and began to stroke it to hardness. “Chris, what do you want?”, whispered Tom in that way he had of making sexy even sexier. “I want it, I want to suck it. Please...”, I blurted my true feelings. Ron quickly closed the distance and I sat up and gripped his now hard cock and opened up as I licked my lips and took his man cock into my eager mouth. Tom stepped back to watch as it became Ron and I. I worked on getting Ron’s cock wet and slick and alternated between trying to stuff it down my throat to pulling off and running my tongue up and down the shaft. I circled the head and went down and licked his balls. I wanted to please him badly, this 45 year old man I had just met with a sexy body and perfect 8.5 inch cock. “Oh my god, this is one eager boy. Suck that cock like you need to baby. Worship my cock. Yeah, just like that. I know what you need Chris. I’m going to take good care of you. “ I responded by doubling my efforts to be a good cocksucker. Eyes closed, mouth full of hard cock, I was in heaven and lost myself in cock worship. Finally, I heard Tom speak up, “Chris why don’t you show Ron your boy hole? Flip over and get on your hands and knees. Yeah, now backup to the edge of the bed and put your head down, so that ass is up. Perfect baby, just like that.” I was totally face down ass up, with my legs spread and my as crack gaping open and totally revealing my hole. “What a beautiful hole.”, I heard Ron say and I was so happy. I wanted him to like it, to want me as bad as I wanted him. “I was gonna lick it and play with it but I just can’t... I need to fuck it.”, he continued, “Tom, where’s the lube.” This whole time I was still in position but then a thought hit me, “ where’s the brown bottle at? Can I sniff some please Tom?”, I said softly. Tom looked at me and smiled and then at Ron and said, “did I tell you? This boy is the best bottom I have ever found.” And then to me, he added “Here you go baby, you hit that bottle hard for Ron. Show him what a good little bottom you are.”, as he handed me the bottle. As the poppers hit me, I felt Ron’s massive cockhead sliding against my sensitive hole, teasing it. “Chris, you want to get fucked badly don’t you?”, he whispered. By now that I had sucked him and he was teasing me hole and and the poppers, I had no inhibitions and begged, “Yes! Please! Please I need it, I need it inside me.”, as I bucked against him and writhed. “Baby I am gonna fuck you so good. Just the way Tom says you like it. And just like Tom, I don’t use condoms and I never pull out. Are you ready for that? For a big cock to fuck you and flood you with man cum?, he said in a low voice. “I’m ready! PleAse do it, you can cum in me. You can cum in me! “ I blurted quickly, my control edging away as the need overpowered me. “Even if my load is hiv positive, like tom’s? You still want it anyways don’t you baby?”, he said, as he pushed and slowly slid into my stretching hole. And control broke as I pushed back against his cock, trying to impale myself against it. “Fucking fill me with cum. I don’t care if I get it, just please cum inside me. I want you too. I want you too.”, I moaned. I felt Ron grip my hips, as my hole opened up to him. Because of the fucking I had already taken , it was easier to accept his giant cock and he was able to drive deep into me. I was a poppered up cum hungry bottom and he was a hungry Top man. This was not a gentle take your time fuck. I was so spun on poppers and so horny and opened up, I was able to ram back against him and he was pulling me onto his cock by my hips as he pistoned in and out. “Fucking hot hole”, he said through gritted teeth. I was now grunting hard with each stroke as he bottomed out in me and knocked my breath out over and over. “Fucking fuck me. Fuck me oh god oh fuck so good so good so good.”, i babbled. “Fucking close. Gonna cum. Gonna breed you. Yeah, yeah fuck yeah! Fucking take it”, he almost yelled as he rammed deep and ejaculated into me. “Yes yes give it to me! Fucking cum inside me, all of it all of it in me.”, I begged. I felt his huge cock pulse and spasm as his orgasm subsided and he tried to pump every last drop into me. As his sweat body collapsed over me, he made no move to pull out and I made no move either. I didn’t want it out. His cock had felt so good and, was it my imagination, or did it seem like he had shot a huge load into me. As he softened and slid out of me, I immediately tried to clamp shut, but my hole was so well fucked that a little cum began to drip out, as I fell forward. The sex glow was still strong enough that the fact that I had let two guys fuck me and shoot hiv positive cum into me wasn’t scaring me, just turning me on still. And I already knew that like Tom, there was no way I could resist Ron.

I tried to move around a bit, straining against the ropes that tied me up. I moved my arms, and I could feel immediately getting choked by a noose around my throat. My feet were also tied together, and to my hands, all in one length of rope, it seemed. And there was something going on with my ass... I felt stuffed, sort of. I tried to say something, but a gag was muffling my sounds. However, my ... captor...? Master? Daddy? Kidnapper? heard me. He came over to me and looked down on my pathetic trials to get loose. He put a foot to my throat, pinning me down and stilling me immediately. I looked up as the young, vulnerable slut I was. His foot removed the gag from my mouth, only to replace it. I was sucking his toes trying to not make him angry. My cock started to get hard, actually... so I knew the drug was wearing off. - Was this your first Tina, boy? , he asked. I nodded hesitantly. - mmmm....it won't be your last. Here, drink some Gatorade. I guzzled the drink down. Wow... I immediately felt woozy again, a rush going straight to my hole... - You like it? I nodded again... not sure I could speak. - Good boy. He turned me over and released my feet, only to hold them in his hands and spreading my legs wide apart. My twitching hole was right in his sight and he didn't even hesitate one second - his dickhead nuzzled against my boy cunt and then he plunged right back inside me. I gasped. It didn't hurt, but he was filling me up so good. Man, I am a real boy whore... I just wanted more of his cock and I moaned loudly to let him know it. He obliged by fucking med deeply for a long while... - Man this looks sooo good on camera, another voice said... and I jumped - who, what? Where's that guy, where did he come from? I looked around and saw a man.... well, a younger guy, but still in his 20's. Handsome, latino guy with a very very hard cock - and he's holding a camcorder filming me getting plowed by my captor. - yeah, he said, he's already had a load and some T in him... and now some G, too! - oh a real boy whore then... He put the camcorder down, still aimed at me and my captor, filming me getting my second load in me. He started masturbating and getting his cock even harder, and now they switched places.... fuck soooo goood.... The latino guy is sliding inside me easily, I'm high, loose, lubed by cum.... oh, it's easy to fuck me. He starts fucking me hard. Man, my limp cock is just bouncing and I'm just thinking I want more, much more...I am such a horny boy slut, getting fucked by strangers in their house getting higher and higher... His load is so big, it overflows my ass and starts dripping out while he tries to pound it all back inside me. I feel satisfied for now, and would love to leave, go back home and relish in mancum the rest of the night. But no, they have other plans.

“Peter, lets go cruising for dick” I suggested. “Cool” I grabbed a pair of gym shorts out of my bag and slipped them on. Peter did the same. After each of us put on our shoes, we were out the door, each with poppers in hand. We rolled down all the windows and we set out to explore Palm Springs and cruise for cock. The air was hot blowing through the car causing each of us to start sweating, the smell was exciting. We drove through downtown. There were men everywhere. I saw a lot of men that I wanted to fuck me, but we didn't stop. As we turned down a side street, I noticed a guy walking towards us. He was shirtless. As we got closer, he grabbed his crotch. Peter slowed down and flashed the headlights. The man crabbed his crotch again, then stopped walking. We stopped next to him. “Hey buddy” I said. “Hey, looking for some poison” he asked “Looking for an injection of the deadliest” I said. “Got just what you want, but comes at a price” I motioned for him to get in the car, he adjusted his crotch again and walked to the back door. “You sure you want it” “Positive” He got in and we drove off. “What's the price of death on the street?” Peter asked “It's sold by the shot” “We want four shots!” I said quickly, “two each” “$400” the man said, “gave you the friends and family discount” “No problem” I said. “Which one of you is chasing death” “I am” I said, “he's already found death” It didn't take long to get back to the motel. The man was the first one out of the car. As I got out he grabbed my ass. I just stood there. He pulled my shorts down over my ass and squeezed each cheek. His fingers ran up inside my crack and over my hole. He stepped closer as his finger found my hole. “Looks like your quest for death has already began” “Yeah but I haven't accepted death yet” I grabbed my arm and pulled it back until my hand was on his crotch. I rubbed the front and discovered his hard cock. I squeezed it as his finger slid into my hole deep. “Come on guys,” Peter said, “lets do this inside” “Relax,” the man said, “its Palm Springs” I popped open the jeans of the man and stuck my hand in, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock. He flexed it in my hand. I moved my ass on his finger. “You’ in heat,” he said, “burning up from the inside” I pulled his cock out of his jeans. His balls were still tucked inside as I moved my ass towards his cock. He pulled his finger out of my hole and slowly pushed his cock into my sloppy hole. Reaching around he slid the finger that had been up my ass into my mouth. I eagerly sucked on his finger, tasting the loads from my ass. Peter stood by the hood of the car as the man slid his cock into my hole, between the parked cars. Peter was slowly rubbing his crotch. I pushed back on the man's hard cock, sliding it further into my hole. “I so enjoy fuckers like you,” he said, “ones who embrace death so eagerly” I slowly pulled off his cock, but left the head in then slid back down on it. He braced himself as I pulled off again. With his arms stretched out, hand on our car and hand on the one next to us, I pushed back hard and quick on his cock. I pressed back against him, feeling his jeans press into my ass. I pulled off and slammed back on his again. I continued to fuck my self on his work. “Work out my death, you twisted fucker” he said. Peter, still rubbing his cock through his shorts, was looking about to make sure no one pulled up and made trouble. I could hear cars passing by on the street, but that didn't stop me from fucking myself on the guys cock. My cock was hard trapped inside my shorts, as I moved on and off the street man’s hard cock. He suddenly grabbed my hips and pulled me back hard on his cock. He started the thrust in and out of me harder and harder. “Guys someone is driving up” Peter said, but it was too late. The car slowed as it passed us. Peter tried to get the man fucking me attention but he was focused on pumping in and out of my ass. It stopped and reversed, stopping so the driver was lined up so he could look between the cars where we were fucking. “Dude you fucking that ass?” the driver asked. “Bout to shoot in his hole” the man said. “Fuck yeah, toxic?” “Deadly” The driver pulled up and parked his car. “Ready for your first taste of my death?” I nodded as he pumped my ass harder and faster. The driver of the car had gotten out and was standing next to Peter, watching me as I was about to get my frost load out of this man. The stood there silently, Peter again rubbing his crotch as the driver rubbed Peter’s ass. “Killing you now” the man said as he slammed into me deep. His piss slit opened in my hole and he shot out a thick load of cum. He grunted with each shot. I milked his cock as he shot in me, slowly moving a bit and squeezing my hole around his cock. “That's one hundred” he said pulling out. Peter and the driver moved towards our motel room door. Leaving my ass exposed I walked a little behind them. With his cock hanging out of his jeans, our new escort walked behind me. Peter unlocked the door and the four of us went in, into the cool air.

Peter and I sat there staring at one another in silence as we waited for the next man to come and dump his poz load into my hole. I reached between my legs and felt my hole. It was wet and leaking cum. I stuck my finger into my hole, scratching the inside of my hole. I winched in the little pain I was causing myself. “What are you doing” Peter asked. “Ensuring that the virus has an entrance point and infecting me” Peter smiled and stood. His cock was rock hard and dropping pre-cum. He moved to the window and pulled the curtains open to peek out. I continued to finger my hole, really working my fingernail into my flesh. Each time I pulled it out it was getting more and more coated with drops of blood mixed with the cum in hole. Peter jumped when there was a knock at the door. I just continued to abuse my hole. I'm sure I was a sight. Sitting in a chair with my legs up fingering my hole. I looked up to see a cop at the door. Fuck! “Been reports of forced sex acts coming inside this room” the cop said. “Not really forced, Officer,” Peter stuttered out, “just some roleplaying” “What's he doing over there,” “I'm fingering my hole, Officer,” I said pulling my finger out and sucking it clean. “Why is that” “Getting it ready for the next cock to shoot a poz load deep into my hole” “You’re a willing participant in getting infected” “Yes,” I said to him. “We are waiting for a guy to show up and fuck him” Peter said. “Unless you want to fuck me with your big gun, Officer” I added. The officer stood there looking. He cocked his head and said: “Are you trying to solicit an officer of the law?” “No, Sir nothing like that” Peter said. “Yes I am,” I said, “I want that cock of yours up my hole” “Shut up before we get in some real trouble” Peter said. I stood up and walked over to the officer. He stepped a little closer to door, so he was part way in and part out. Bravely and confidently, I reached out and grabbed his crotch. I could feel his hard cock in his pants. I looked over to Peter, his eyes were wide open. “Take it out and suck it” the officer ordered me. I dropped to my knees and unzipped his black uniform pants. I squeezed my hand inside and wrestled with his cock and balls, pulling them out through the zipper. His cock was about six inches and as thick as a beer can. His balls were big and already pulled up to his body. I stuck my tongue out and slowly licked the head of his cock. I could taste the sweat that had dried on his cock. I wrapped my lips around his head and slowly slid my lips down his shaft. I swallowed the whole cock and only stopped when I had my face pressed into his uniform pants. He put his big hand on the back of my head and pressed me into his crotch. His hips pumped into my face as he did. His balls were pressed tightly against my chin. He released and I coughed a little. I pulled my lips back slowly until they met the ridge of his cock head, then I slide back down on his cock. It must have been a sight to the people passing by, a cop in a door way getting a wet blow job from a cum dump. Peter was slowly stroking his cock watching me suck the cops cock. “Get up his ass, you dumb fuck” the cop said to Peter. Peter jumped, moved quickly behind me, dropping to his knees. He lined up his hard cock with my hole and pushed in. He slowly started to pump his cock in and out of my hole. His thrusts in were pushing me further on the cop’s cock. Peter was slowly fucking my hole, just thrusting into me hard. “Oh fuck, let me show you how to use that fuck hole” The cop pulled out of my mouth, pushing me into the room. Peter fell back and his cock popped out of my hole. We quickly moved into the room and closed the door. I got up and moved to the bed, laying down on my back, lifting my legs in the air. “Look at that sloppy fuck hole,” the cop said. He lined up his cock and rammed it in my hole. I could feel my hole stretching around his cock. He didn't wait, he started to pump in and out of my hole. I could feel cum leaking out. His big balls were being smashed between us. His belt was hitting my ball sac. My cock was hard laying on my stomach. Peter was standing beside the bed, his cock just hanging out hard. He had a look of surprise and wonder on his face. I don't think this fucking was real, I did seem like something out of a dream. The cop had grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide and thrusting his cock in my hole. I could see sweat bearing up on his forehead. His tongue licked his lips over and over. His cock was rock hard in my hole, signaling he wasn't going to last much longer. He slammed his cock deep in me and shot his load. His cock pulsed out a thick load of cum deep inside me. Once done he pulled out, then went into the bathroom. I could hear running water and knew he was cleaning up. When he came out his cock was back in his pants and zipped up. “Damn Officer, that was fucking hot” I said “That service ain't free,” he said sternly. “What” Peter said? “It's a C-note for the fuck and another twenty for the cleaning of my pants” “That's extortion” Peter said. “These are the other option” he said pulling out his cuffs. “Don't be an asshole, Peter. Pay the man” I said even though I'm sure I could get fucked in jail. Peter got his wallet and paid the officer, almost still unwilling to part with the money. “I will spread the word about that hole” he said turning and leaving. Not seconds after he left there was another knock on the door. The next fuck was arriving, late but at least he showed.

Never had incest, but in a small rural town, I did have the Postmaster who would ask sexually leading questions of me every time I went in for the mail ( I bet you have a big pepperoni , etc) .This was the early 70's, when I was a teenager, and before anyone spoke of sexual predators-offenders; yet I know half the town had to know about him. Finally one day I relented and showed him my cock, behind the door to the back of the mailbox area. Eventually, he was picking me up off a back road and taking me to his place mid afternoon, at the time he was prob 58 or so- he couldn't get hard, always had a shot of brandy, and smoked a cigar, while jacking his soft dick and putting a cigar tube in my ass as a dildo. I guess, maybe, that is why i have been jaded to old men and limp cock, and do not have any sort of a smoke fetish. Anyway- I am sure I was gay even as a 5 year old, nothing he said or did made the least bit of difference to me in my sexuality, tho, it may have filtered who and what I found sexual

The fun part is taking all the cock. The hard part is getting all the damned anti-queer, safe fucking sex messages out of your head. Your whole life has been filled with messages saying why you should not follow your desires. But the truth is, only one voice matters...and that voice is your own. As others have said....just get out there and fuck. Once you tame the other voices, you will become a cum slut to equal many of us here. Enjoy the cock...and the lifestyle......it can't be beat.

Love it. In my search for prime, male ass, I find the general shape of black ass more attractive than white ass, so like black bottoms. A nice ass on the top, pounding that BBC into his white pussyboy, is fine, too (fucked silly by a BBC once), but I really like black bottom boys. Once the hole is primed, the contrast from coral/pink to darker skin is just so sexy. It makes such an irresistible target for deep breeding. It always tastes great, getting it primed, too.

How about white top / Asian bottom? :-p

Additionally, I am sure that every man wants to be thought of solely as a piece of meat to stick a dick in, or just a penis.

I'm not great at story telling but will try to share one that was really hot for me anyway. I was cruising around one evening around 6 at some old baseball fields that were not used much anymore, there are 2 restrooms located between the fields. it was pretty deserted place, and saw only a few trucks around and nobody in them. I walked in the first restroom, old block style, and looked for signs of cruising and graffiti and; not much going on, so decided to walk to the other restrooms further inward to the back. I cut across the field and darted towards the other mensrooms, All the while not even noticing 2 latin guys that were apparently there doing irrigation or field maintenance, in their white truck, i couldn't see before because of the sun glare. It was a moment that stood still, because i was about to hit another restroom and saw them at the same time looking . I froze for a second and went on in, wondering wtf now, got caught cruising... Horny and shook up at the same time, it seemed like forever, decided to hold still at the urinals and wait to see if i was gonna get beat up or nothing at all. Sure enough heard footsteps coming and thought both were coming to beat the shit out of me, but it was only one guy. He goes up to the other urinal with a block divider between us, so could see too much and stands there no pissing, i blurted out hello and not sure if i even said the word i was so nervous. To the short: first latin dude starts stroking it out!!! Looked to be in his 30's, nice looking hairy and i'm saying want it sucked! He didn't even nod before i was on my knees sucking that musky uncut cock. It was incredible, finally lucked out for once, slurping up that cock and balls until he blew down my throat in the middle of the restroom! He blows, and I'm hoping the other guy comes in that was keeping watch i guess.... If it was gonna happen again, i wanted to get fucked by this dude. I stripped down waiting leaned over ass out. So the 2nd guy doesn't speak much either but motions for just a suck, and i was like oh well, better than nothing, so i sucked extra hard and long on that dude! I then after a few mins got up bent over and then he was more than willing to shove that rock hard dick in my ass! Took his pounding and moans until he blasted a hot load in my ass! He zipped up and left really quick, but it was so hot! I laid there a minute with a load in my throat and one in my ass! In shock but ready to blow! Anyway, over said but was so hot!

Part 6 I lay on the cot in our room, my mind spinning, my asshole both hurting and still wanting more. Master sat in a chair, smoking a tobacco pipe and just looked at his new property. Master. I didn't even know his name. This man now owned me, fucked me up, and whored my ass out, and I had no idea who he was. All I knew was I was his property now. Just a little over 24 hours ago, I was the supreme being. Now here I was a chemed up fuckslut. A God like jock brought down to sub human levels. I was just a cumdump toilet, and I was loving it. Master took another little baggie out, and layed out 2 fat lines on the dirty floor. Handing me a straw, I snorted them both, causing a burning in my throat. But this was something different. Quickly a new sensation took over me. I just layed on the dirty floor and stared into space, unable to move. I was aware of my surroundings, yet felt like I was out of my body. "You're in a K hole boy. Just ride it out, it won't last long." What else could I do? I couldn't move. I just floated into outer space. After a while, I have no idea how long, I drifted back into my body, but still felt like a puddle. I felt Master doing something around my cock, then the prick of a needle. Soon I could feel my cock trying to get hard in the spiked cage. The spikes digging painfully into my flesh. But oddly, the pain just further excited me. Master then wrapped a band around my arm and soon I felt that prick again, followed by the most intense rush I've had yet, and a coughing fit. "That was a .5 slam bitch. Now you should be more than ready for the rest of the night. I told you, you're the main attraction tonight!" With that he grabbed my leash and led me down the hallway to a large room. A large crowd of men had assembled, waiting for me to arrive. I was made to stand up, and my wrists were placed in cuffs hanging from the ceiling. Ankle cuffs were also attached. Then the chain's attached were pulled apart, stretching my body out spread eagle, so I was hanging with only my toes touching the ground. WHACK!!! I screamed out in pain and shock at the sudden contact of a whip against my bare back. Quickly more and more were administered to my vulnerable body, back, shoulders, thighs, calves and ass. I wailed and spasmed in pain, jerking around as I hung there, unable to protect my naked body. For the first time, tears started flowing from my eyes. Over and over the whip attacked my body, till I burned from head to toe. Then the attacks started on my chest. The entire front of my body was whipped like my back had been. Up and down it hit me, leaving burning welts all over. My nipples were attacked extra hard as I threw my head back and howled. Finally, my balls were savagely attacked, causing such pain I thought I would pass out. But the drugs kept me concious. And my cock strained within it spiked prison. Finally, my body burning, covered in sweat, I was released from the chain's, and placed in a sling. I was quickly tied down and immobilized. Then Master approached me, lubing up his hand. With no effort, he rammed 4 fingers right in my sloppy cunt. I moaned as he pushed them around, in and out, stretching me further. Soon he added his thumb, pushing more and more against my sphincter. Someone tied a popper soaked rag around my nose, and I inhaled deeply. Then it happened. Masters fist popped through my assring, right into my guts. I saw stars and the neurons in my brain exploded like the fucking 4th of July! I twisted and jerked, crying in extasy as Master made me a puppet on his arm. He pushed deeper in me, past my inner ring, opening me deep. Soon half of his hairy arm was buried deep in my pussy. Someone unlocked my cock cage, releasing my big cock, allowing it to throb freely. Then Master pulled his arm out, leaving his fist in my cunt. Next he lined up his cock next to his wrist, and pushed it inside. Grabbing my hard cock with his free hand, he jerked me hard and fast while he jerked his own cock inside my ass. Soon we were both blowing our loads in the most intense orgasm I had ever known. A huge built up load sprayed all over my chest and stomach while Master jerked his load off into my ass. The crowd just watched in amazement. He pulled out of my ass, and left me there in the sling. The rest of my night was spent getting fucked and fisted by anyone who wanted to help permanently pulverize my teen jock cunt. My cunt would never be the same after that night.

I like breeding masculine black guys who are crazy for and submit to white cock. I never have any trouble finding them.

Part 4 I put the clothes on that Master gave me, which consisted of a pair of yellow spandex shorts and a white tank top, both of which were way too small for me. The shorts barely reached past my groin, hugging my muscle ass and prominently displayed my caged up cock. Master looked me up and down saying, "well, you're overdressed, but we have to go out in public." Grabbing the leash and a black bag, he led me out the door. Realizing what a slut I looked like, I hesitated momentarily, but a hard yank on the leash pulled me outside. I walked with my head down, embarrased, to his van while strangers laughed at me. Master just threw me in the back of the van and off we drove. Shortly we arrived at an adult bookstore, a particularly sleazy looking one, and I was led inside. "On your knees pig!" I was ordered. "You will always crawl on your hands and knees unless were outside!" I obeyed while he led me up to the counter. "Got a new one I see." said the older man working there. "Yup," said Master, "fresh as of last night, but we're working on that," he laughed. "I hope the special room is avaiable. I need to leave my chemslut somewhere for a few hours." "It is," the man answered, "it's still early, there's only a couple guys back there at the moment. It'll get busier. You know Saturday's are always a good day. He should be quite popular." "I'm sure he will be." said Master as he was pulling off my clothes. "We'll just leave these up here." With that he led me into the back. The guys that were already there were older and enjoyed watching a teen jock being led naked to the special room. Basically it was like any video booth with glory holes on each side, with a few differences. For one, it was the only booth that had a hanging light bulb, illuminating the booth. On the wall opposite the door was a chain attached, which Master padlocked to my collar. It allowed enough room to move between the glory holes, but not enough to reach the door, and certainly not to leave. Above, pointing down, were two video cameras aimed to catch all the action. The final difference in this room was a drain in the middle of the floor. Reaching into his bag, Master pulled out a baggie of powder and proceeded to lay out two fat lines on the dirty cement floor. Handing me a straw, I didn't need to be told what to do. I snorted the lines off the floor while Master laughed at me. "Look what a pig you're becoming. Snorting lines off a dirty floor that men have pissed and cum on. And you were once so proud. I'm leaving now, I know I don't have to tell you what to do." With that he left. I was alone, chained in a sleazy bookstore, tweaking and horny. A cock came through a hole, and I immediately started sucking it, knowing it belonged to one of those old men I saw. I didn't care. I dove on it and sucked it for all I was worth. It didn't take long before he was feeding me a load of hot cum, pumping it down my throat. As he finished, the door opened and an ugly fat guy walked in and dropped his pants. Without a word he grabbed my hips and shoved his hard cock right in my ass. I moaned like a whore as he sunk it deep in me, just happy to have another cock in me. He pumped me hard, his fat belly slapping against my rock hard ass cheeks for at least 15 minutes before he pumped my guts with his sperm. Pulling out he shoved his dirty cock in my mouth and I greedily sucked it clean. Then he pulled out and started to piss on me, drenching my face, my golden blond hair, and my tan muscular body. I just wallowed in it. After the fat man left, a few minutes later another man entered the booth. A big black man. "Oh yea! We got some nice young white pussy today!" he said. "I hope you can take a big cock, cause even if you can't, you will!" He dropped his pants to reveal a cock bigger than mine. It had to be at least 12 inches, and FAT. He didn't waste a moment and shoved that monster right in me. I howled as he buried himself to the hilt in one thrust. "Oh yea, that's some good pussy. Love to feel it spasm on my cock!" As he started his pounding, an anonymous cock poked through the hole. The black man just grabbed my hair and rammed my face down on the cock. With my hair in his fist he brutally slammed the cock in and out of my throat while he battered my ass. I just grunted like a pig while I was brutally spit roasted. I was eventually rewarded with sperm being pumped in both my horny holes. That's how my day went. I was indeed the most popular pig of the day. A chemed up teenage jock slut doesn't happen every day, and the men made sure to take advantage of the opportunity. By the time Master came to get me, several hours later, I was a cum dripping, slimey, piss covered mess. My knees were scraped raw and bloody. Master sat there and watched the last few men use me before he finally had to call it quits, much to the chagrin of those still waiting their turn. "Sorry guys," Master said, "my pig has to move along to his next appointment. You're welcome to join us later at Club Taurus for more fun." With that he unchained me from the wall and threw my clothes at me, leading me out to his van and our next adventure.

I feel to my knees, my cock sticking straight up against my stomach. He undid his belt and shoved his pants down, kicking them off as he stepped towards me. Having worn no underwear as soon as his pants were off his cock sprung free pointing right at me, the head already glinting with a little precum. “Open your mouth,” he groweled, and smacked me on the lips with his thick cock head. Large angry looking veins like those that twisted across his arms stood out from the turgid shaft of penis, and I imagined how they would feel sliding in and out of my hole. I parted my lips allowing him to thrust the head of his cock inside my mouth. As he did so I clamped my lips tight around it and began to bathe his cock with my tongue. Forcefully he began to press his cock deeper inside of my mouth until he hit the back of my throat causing me to gag a little. I tried to pull off of his cock a little but his hands had found their way to the back of my head and head me fast. My head held firmly in place between his massive hands this great bulk of a man began to fuck my face slowly. I chocked and gagged on his cock as he forced it a little deeper with every thrust. As the head of his cock got to the back of my throat I tried repeatedly to swallow, allowing his cock to slide down my throat but each time he pulled back for another assault. Then, finally, with a particularly brutal thrust he allowed my swallow to pull him down my throat till his balls rested against my chin. Spit, and precum dripped down my chin as I deep throated his cock, unable to keep my lips tight around his thick veined shaft. “Fuck yeah boy, swallow my cock. Get it nice and wet for your hole.” As he savagely fucked my face my cheeks began to hurt, and snot began to run from my nose as tears sprung to my eyes. I was a slobber covered mess when he finally, still holding me head still, pulled his now dripping cock from my mouth. I tried to wipe my face with the back of my hand but there was too much to deal with. He just smiled at me and said, “good job, now on your back on the bed.” I scrambled off the floor and practically leapt onto the bed, laying on my back with my legs stuck up in the air. He smiled at me again, advancing towards me his ridged cock pointing straight forward at me. Without saying a word he walked toward me and, lining his cock up to my hole, pressed inside of me. True to his word only used the juices from my throat and the small drip of cum that was escaping my hole as lube as he forced his thick member inside of me. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head as I felt my hole spread wide around his cock. He advances slowly, stretching my sphincter around his massive girth, till at long last his balls came to rest on my ass. I opened my eyes and looked up into his, which glinted wickedly as he pulled out slowly from my hole again. My ring clung to his shaft as he withdrew, the tugging sending waves through me. “Chad wasn’t lying,” he said, as he began to fuck me, ‘Your hole feels so good wrapped around my cock. I’m gonna knock you up good before I tell the other guys to come over and use your hole.” Those were the last words he said to me. He then closed his eyes, and his hands on my thighs pressing my legs apart and down he began to slam into my ass. It was different from how Chad had fucked me, this was not about both of us, this was only about him. His cock punched into my hole over and over again, hammering away at my guts and I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain with each penetrating thrust. Sweat sprung up all over my body and I felt the heat rising in the room. My hole began to make wet sloppy sounds as this stranger’s cock battered it loose. He kept up a steady string of animalistic grunts as he wrecked my hole, his breathing short and ragged. I watched the muscles in his torso and arms flex as he forced his cock forward, the veins in his powerful arms bulging slightly with the effort. My whole body shook with each powerful jackhammer like thrust and I knew that my hole was being destroyed. I, however, didn’t care; it felt too good. I had found that place of peace, and was doing what I was meant to do: taking a man’s raw cock up my ass. Eventually his rhythm changed from the hole destroying jackhammer to random quick thrusts of the whole length of his cock, he was getting close. Letting out a sound like the roar of a lion he slammed into me and held his pulsing cock deep inside of me. As his load emptied into my guts I felt a sense of euphoria wash over me. Once his cock had stopped twitching he pulled out, spanked my ass once and moved to go put his clothes on. Without saying a word he dressed quickly and then, with only a wink was gone. I lay there on the bed, cum dripping from my battered hole, my legs still in the air for a long moment. My phone buzzed. Slowly I let down my legs and rolled over to grab my phone from the nightstand. It was a text from Chad. Good job boy. Next guy is on his way. He’ll be there in ten. I smiled and slipped a finger into my loose hole.

I lent back on the bed, fingered my hole feeling the wet sticky cum slowly leaking out. My eyes were closed and I dreamed of taking more cock, feeling raw dicks sliding inside of me, feeling their loads shooting into my ass. My cock was hard but I didn’t care about it, I had a hunger growing inside of me that needed to be slaked. My phone buzzed, with my free hand I grabbed it and checked the message. It was from Chad. I got a few buddies who are interested. You feel like traveling or just wanna stick your ass in the air and have the cock come to you. Come to me, I want more and fast. I responded. You’re at the Hotel Edison right? Yeah. Great. Two guys already said they would be willing to come over. What room? I hesitated for a moment, my fingers stilled in my hole, could I have a parade of guys coming to my hotel room? Then very suddenly I decided that I didn’t care, and responded. 225 Great. First guy will be there in probably fifteen, he just lives on 56/8. I might come over in a few hours but I’ve got another boy who needs my seed first. I told my friend you would open the door naked and serve him as he sees fit, if he likes the service he gets he’ll tell the next guy to come over. Understand? Yes. Good. I’ll talk to you after boy. Have fun. I put the phone down, my hands trembling. Chad had said the guy would be here in fifteen minutes, almost ten minutes ago. I got up and paced around the room, my hole twitching with anticipation, my crack still felt wet and slick with Chad’s cum. Just when I was thinking maybe I should turn on the tv for a distraction there came a sharp knock on the door. He was early I thought. I walked to the door, still naked, and looked through the peephole. All I could see was a broad torso clad in a cut of t shirt that was barely wide enough to cover the man’s broad pecs. I stepped back and opened the door, keeping my naked body out of view of the hallway. The man stepped in and smiled at me. He was tall, even taller then Chad probably six-four or so, he had the solid massive build of a footballer and the strong scruffy face of a lumberjack. Arms knotted with veins and muscles stuck out from the deep cut sides of his shirt, which bore an Equinox gym logo. Thick bushes of dark brown hair jutted from his pits matching the deep color of his beard. His shaved head glinted slightly in the light. All around him hung the slight delicious odor of sweat and sex as if he had already fucked a boy once today. Although, guessing from the fact that Chad was probably balls deep in some boy’s ass right now, that probably wasn’t too far from the truth. “Hi,” I said rather sheepishly. “Damn,” he said in a deep voice broadened with a thick Brooklyn accent, “Chad said you were a hot fucked but…damn.” He crossed his arms over his chest grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it off over his head revealing a rippling muscular torso. He had the sort of body that took perfect calculation to achieve, obviously bulging muscles softened by a thin layer of fat that gave him a naturally built look. Thick dark hair covered his body reinforcing the lumberjack. He toyed with one large pink nipple while he looked my naked body up and down. “So here’s the deal boy, with me there are no names, you just do as I say and I’ll give a good report to the next guy in line to breed your hole. You don’t do as I say and I tell him to go home. Got it.” “Yes,” I replied breathlessly. “Good, so get on your knees and we my cock, cause Chad’s cum and your spit are the only lube your gonna get from me.”

Yeah I love it when a poz top is being verbal and talking dirty and telling me he's gonna dump his toxic seed up my raw manhole !!

fucking twisted.. nice..