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Recently I’ve decided to try to be more involved around campus. I commute to school but have a lot of down time between my classes. I decided that I would rush a frat. (Kinda late in the game but fuck it) I have 2 years left and even if I’m not getting fucked, I love being around men. Their smells drive me wild. Anyway I ended up getting a bid from my first choice fraternity and I went for it. All my “brothers” play some sort of sport and almost all of them are in “serious” relationships. Lately I’ve found myself being turned by hooking up with people who are spoken for. I’ve always told myself that I wouldn’t ever be that way but married/partnered men take priority to my hole. Hazing isn’t permitted where I go to school so basically to welcome new “brothers” my frat throws a video game party. I had the night off so I went. I still didn’t really know anyone too much. There were a few familiar faces but no one that i knew for sure. It got pretty late so I stayed the night. A bunch of us crashed out on the couches/floor in the living room. I woke up around 3ish and was rock hard. (About 14 sweaty college dudes all sleeping next to you will usually do that.) I am literally in a jock 24/7 just in case. I was under the blanket with 3 other guys but I knew I needed to jerk out a quick nut. I start playing with my hole and my cock and I feel one of the days start to get up. I stopped and layed in silence while he got up to take a piss. He came back with the same idea as me. He got on his phone and started looking through porn pics. I hear his dick plop out of his sweats and hit his stomach. I shift my body a little while still pretending to be asleep. Making my hand inches away from where his hip is. I eventually was gonna grab it in my “sleep” but to my surprise he turned to face me. Running his cock all over my hand. Making me close a fist around it and jack him off a bit. I make it clear that I’m awake and continue to stroke his cock. He reached his down my shorts and starts to finger my hole. I didn’t have lube. He was pretty decent in size but we both knew what he wanted. I turn my back to him. Lick my hand, and rub it over his rod. He does the same with my hole. He slides himself in and it hurts of course but he makes sure I don’t make sound by covering my mouth. I adjust to him being in me with basically no lubrications and enjoy him riding my ass. He fucks me super slow. Trying not to wake our brothers then I feel him tense up. His cock is throbbing in my hole and filling it up with his babies. He pulls out and heads back to sleep. I had to pee after the ordeal so I head to the bathroom. As I’m walking out after finishing up another brother who lived at the house tells me to come to his room for a second. I walk and offer a “what’s up man?” We end up just talking for awhile and I’m sitting on his bed. He gets up and locks the door and then climbs on top of me and starts to kiss me. He’s just in his boxers so I can feel how chubbed up his Member is. My shorts come off and I start teasing his cock head by running it up and down my hole. “Should I grab some lube? “ he asks. I nod my head yes. I lube only his cock up. And my slutty hole gobbles up his cock easily. He’s fucking me missionary style and my hands are on his ass cheeks. He gets close and whispers “I’m about to cum” he goes to pull his cock out but I pull his ass into me and he dumps in my hole. He laughs and says “fuck bro all you had to do was say to cum in you, I’ll do that anytime. “ I pass out on the couch in his room and head out full the next morning.

Yesterday I spent sunbathing at the pool of the Adult Only/gay friendly (my guess is 70% gay) hotel in Gran Canaria. Late afternoon I went back to my room and was followed into the elevator by a guy I had seen at the pool. Late 30s maybe Arab looking guy. Broad built but fit and hairy. Wore skimpy light blue speedos with a prominent bulge and a sexy butt. He only had his towel and suntan lotion with him. It was hard NOT to look at that bulge in the small elevator. He caught me looking and winked. Got off on the same floor and saw him disappear into a room a few doors down from mine. He saw me going into mine. In my room a logged into a "dating site" and after only a few minutes got a message asking "Have we just met in the elevator?" Almost blank profile but he was only 12m (about 40ft) away so could only be him. Told him probably yes. Immediate return message: "Want to suck my cock?" with a pic of a very tasty fat cut cock which made me instantly horny as fuck. Of course! Went to his room. Still in his speedos. Went to my knees, pulled down the speedos and went to work on his hairy balls and thick cock. To my disappointment he shot within only a few minutes. Cleaned up his cock and moved to stand up when he said to keep sucking. He was still hard. Damn, I love cut cock! After a few minutes he told me to move to the bed (one of the two, both with rumpled sheets) and to put my ass up. Asked if I had a condom, told him no. Asked if I had one in my room. No again. He just grabbed lube and greased my hole and after poking a bit with his dick head shoved his dick in right to his balls. Fuck! That hurt! Started hammering my hole for what I think was about 10 or 15 minutes and with a final thrust released load #2. Couldn't help myself and squirted on the sheets. He pulled out and told me I'd better be going as his boyfriend would be here soon. Got back to my room and a few minutes later another message from him: "That was nice. Same time again tomorrow?" Of course! That should be this afternoon. Got to make the most of the last vacation day! Also have a 'date' later today with the two British couples I met earlier this week. Hopefully will be nursing a sore hole on the flight back home tomorrow 😉

Finally going to take my first hiv load in my neg ass this weekend ...fingers crossed that it all works out.

I wasn't planning on breeding this guy, but he got a taste of bare dick, and he decided he really wanted it! I was recently down in Brazil and I was actually kind of bummed because the Brazilian guys weren't doing much for me, especially in Rio de Janeiro, despite their reputation. On one of my last mornings there, in another city, I opened up Grindr and this cute 19 year old mixed white Asian Brazilian tapped me. He's about 5'5" and maybe 130 lbs. Petit and smooth. We started chatting and he asked if I'd like to meet later. I couldn't say no. We chatted the rest of the day while he was studying with a friend and I toured an art museum. We ended up meeting at a local mall and walked around a little, before going to my hotel. We started kissing on the bed pretty quickly, and the clothes came off. We had probably an hour long make-out session, and I asked if he'd like to stay the night. He said he wanted to, but his parents were expecting him home. He sucked my dick like a pro, and I made him stop so I could suck his and eat his ass. I shoved my tongue into his tight hairless ass and got it wet. We resumed kissing, and he got on top of me and was rubbing his ass on my dick. I grabbed my dick and put it on his hole and it slipped in. He told me to go slow because he wasn't a virgin but was inexperienced. I lubed my dick a little and slid in further. Feeling a little guilt about barebacking a young, innocent guy like that, I asked if he wanted a condom. He said we probably should, but he had never felt a bare dick inside him and he liked it. I fucked him a little, but the guilt came back and I pulled out and put a condom on. We fucked missionary a bit more, with me kissing him, and then he asked to stop because he was sore. We got in the shower and headed out to get some dinner. He asked if I still wanted him to stay, and he came up with an excuse to give his parents and texted them. After dinner, we went back to the hotel. I put on the TV to relax and he grabbed the remote and pushed me onto the bed. The kissing resumed and the clothes were quickly scattered on the floor. He sucked on my dick again and then tried to sit on it. He was pretty tight so I put on some lube, and it slid right in. "No condom?" I asked. "Do you really want one?" he replied, and with that the raw fucking began in earnest. He rode me, I fucked him spooning, and we fucked missionary. His tight, smooth hole felt wonderful on my hard dick, and he had no more complaints about anything hurting. We were fucking missionary, with a lot of making out, when I told him I was close and asked where he wanted me to cum. With no hesitation he said he wanted it in him. I dutifully shot a large load deep into him. He stroked a few times and shot a load on his smooth stomach. We rested for a few minutes, and then he asked if I wanted to take a shower with him again. We did, with a lot of kissing, and I fingered him a lot, feeling my load in him. We went back to bed and fell asleep. We woke up in the morning and he was playing with my dick, getting me hard. He turned his back to me and impaled his ass on my dick. I put a little lube on it, and he was grinding his ass on me. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me onto my back rode me. I told him I was close, and he just kept riding me until I shot another big load into him. He then grabbed his own dick and quickly shot all over my chest. I didn't have a chance to see him again and flew back home the next day, but I do keep in touch with him and hope to pound his sweet ass again.

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!

So last Sunday, I finished preaching, had dinner with the wife and kids, took care of a little church business and then told the wife I was going to the gym. I'm one of those evangelical mega-church pastor types that stays fit and "manly." Since I started the hypno trainer vids and started using poppers I can't live without cock. I went to the gym (didn't want to be a liar) just long enough to clean out, throw on a jock and head to the porno store ..... again. I have stopped caring who I suck or open my ass to. Old or young, skinny or fat, ugly or pretty, I don't care as long as the cock gets hard and the seed goes into my body. The first guy I sucked. Building contractor who advertises in local mags. I recognized him. Nice cock. Average smooth body, mid-40's. Hard cock. Filthy mouth and made sure I knew he liked what I was doing. He lasted about 5 mins and then spewed a nice load. Tasty. I sucked him till he shuddered and begged me to stop. He headed out with a thanks. Next was a young Somali guy. There are a few of them that come to the porno store for head. I only had one fuck me and that was amazing. This kid just wanted head. Long gorgeous black cock. straight and nice girth. After getting it down my throat he rolled his head back and started thrusting. The Somali guys don't say much or moan and groan but they cum nice loads. He was no exception. His lean hard body tensed and he shoved his dick into my throat and unloaded directly into my gullet. So beautiful. He cleaned himself and left the booth looking sheepish. The third guy was a short pudgy bear. I have sucked him before. Smallish dick but I don't care. It's dick. He asked for head and I sucked him some. He was a moaner and loved his poppers. I loved them too. I took a hit and when the rush came I asked if he wanted my ass. "No, just suck me." he said. I went back on his cock and a couple minutes later he said, "I want to be inside you." No further invite needed. I stood and turned around. Slicked up my ass with spit and guided his cock to my hole. Damn it was so nice being used. He fucked and slammed into my hole. Murmuring filth the hole time. "Gonna cum," he rasped. He grabbed my hips. Pulled me in and dumped his HUGE load up my neg married cheating hole Fuck. I love it. I am going to hell, but I love it. About that time phone dinged. Text from the the church. Parishioner at the hospital. Had to run. I got myself together and left. The pudgy bear's load seeped from my hole as I sat with a teen boy who'd broken his leg while cycling. His parents were out of town. He was legal age and all I could think about was sucking his young cock. I am such and slut and loving it.

I like tops over 40, younger tops don't do it for me. On the same note I like my tops to be bigger in size and cock than me, which is pretty much everyone

i went to my first bathhouse in Toronto a couple weeks back and I sucked 4 cocks at the gloryhole. I LOVED IT. i think i can sit at a glory hole all day long. it's all i want to do it. i still get nervous getting fucked as i've only been fucked bare once by someone i know, but it's something i need to get over. until then, just let me hangout at a gloryhole all day long.

This isn't a black and white question for me. For me, it is about the breed, a Top leaving a part of Himself inside of me, inseminating me, hopefully impregnating me with Himself... 'breeding.' That doesn't always men a load. Sometimes it means altering my hole, Him making it His. Or sometimes He's a big mind fucker and He loads my mind and feelings with His seed, even a dildo or hand can 'load' me depending on the Top.

Damn this is so much longer than I intended. Maybe I should put this in the stories section? I work in a building with different organizations situated on different floors. It's a big building, with a big lobby and dining area, etc. For three months or so I had periodically noticed one specific guy, crossing paths with him once or more per week. Each time we eye-fucked each other. This afternoon I decided to go into the communal restrooms downstairs for the whole building and by some divine act who's walking out as I reach for the door? The 6'3'' tan built fucker I've been licking in my dreams. My heart jumped and we locked eyes, I excused myself, but still gave him a little scan and nod because I turned into a nerd and didn't know what else to do to signal that I wanted his cock buried in my hole. Anyway so I went in and pissed with my half hardon, and then went up to my office and immediately got on grindr. Nothing. I had never seen him on there, so I wasn't particularly surprised. Then at lunch I looked at grindr again and found a faceless profile messaged me three photos. It was the guy. We messaged back and forth briefly before deciding to meet up on his floor around 6:00 PM. I couldn't focus all day. At 6:00 we met, and as he didn't have a private office, he guided me up to the employee restroom on his floor. Once in the restroom we started making out. I immediately grabbed for his crotch and felt his thick, cement hard cock in his dress pants. I'd estimate it was around 7.5" and 5.5" around. That's just ballparking it, based on my own measurements. It was thick and hard, just like his build. In no time I was on my knees licking his moist balls and squeezing his precum onto my tongue. It was tart and strong, just the way I love it. After sucking his cock for a while he sucked mine and took my pants off my feet and started licking my hole. He was good and had me holding back some noise before he asked me to suck him some more. He sat on the toilet as I took him in my throat and massages his balls with my mouth for another good while. At this point he said he wanted to fuck me but didn't have any condoms, and I told him I didn't have any either but I wanted him to fuck me too. He was hesitant (why didn't he bring a condom?) and I told him to just rub his cock on my hole for a bit, he agreed. His cock stayed hard as cement and he rubbed the thick red head back and forth on my wet hole. It felt incredible and I was just imagining his precum that was soaking my hole even more. After a minute we started making out again and I slowly sat myself lower and felt his juicy cockhead push on my hole. His breathing changed immediately and with a little coaxing his pushed up into me as I slid down a little more. His cock forced my tight hole open and with a sudden sting the head of his cock was entering me. At this point I knew I had him in my grips and started kissing and sucking on his neck as I slid down further, wincing in pain as he stretched my hole with only spit to fit his swollen cock. After what felt like half of it was inside me I let up a bit as it was getting a little painful but he wasn't having it and as he felt me stop forcing my hole down he pushed up swiftly and stretched me open and pushed his raw meat into me deeper. It hurt like hell but I knew it would be over in a minute. I started pushing back down and he started pushing up into my hole harder, and soon I had his entire cock inside of my ass. It stung because it felt more on the dry side but I was hoping he was precumming as much as he did in my mouth to add some assistance. He held onto me and fucked me on the toilet, my cock slapping his stomach and getting his shirt covered in splashes of my precum. His raw cock felt amazing, painful, and pleasurable all at once. He waiting a while to touch my cock again (thank god) and when he did as he slid in and out of my hole I felt my balls swelling. I told him if he kept fucking me like this I was going to cum. He looked at me without slowing down a bit, and soon i felt my cock swell, he took his hand off my cock and grabbed onto my hips with both hands and fuck his cock in and out of me. I shot off a load as I bounced around, and blew some it off onto his stomach. I came HARD thinking about my ass squeezing and milking his cock as he fucked me and after I came back to reality I noticed he was close too. He didn't ask where I wanted him to come, didn't warn me that it was going to happen (i knew anyway), and fucked his raw sticky muscle deep into my guts as his body started tightening and quivering. He slammed into me so hard and let out a helpless whimper as he shot his load into me. I couldn't believe it was happening and the whole time I was squeezing my hole to match up with his thrusts to milk him dry. I barely had to try to convince him to fuck me raw and cum in me. He came for a while, and once he returned from that state of bliss, he kissed me with tongue and lightly smacked my cheek. He called me a "fucking prince" and smiled before I stood up off of him and clenched my open hole to keep his load as his dick slipped out of me. We put on our pants, and he wiped my load off of his shirt with toilet paper before taking it off and crumpling it up. He thanked me and smacked my ass before walking out of the bathroom. I stayed for a moment to wash up and compose myself and when I left he was gone. Never got his name but I fucking hope he hits me up on grindr again soon.

After a very long very boring summer I finally got my anon top to stop over. We had been messaging all summer but somehow our schedules never aligned. Nor anyone elses really. I was becoming very grumpy at home because my ass was cum starved. I even stretched my limits in terms of trying to hookup in my garage while family slept, driving out middle of the night to get bred. But 0 takers. Finally though my wife decided to work from a Starbucks when she usually works from home on Fridays. This left me a sizable gap in the afternoon that I normally never have free. Lo and behold my anon top was online. I quickly messaged him and he told me had a 3 day load and just had to finish a call himself but would be right over. He kept his word. He found me in my usual position ass up pointed at my front door. He loves walking in and seeing my big ass just aching for him. He felt me up while lubing his cock, so hot. Then he mounted me and got verbal. I begged him to knock up my cheating hole. Told him he owns this ass and can breed it anytime. Will go to sleep with his dna leaking out of me at night next to the wife. He did not lie about his multi day abstinence, he unloaded tons of cum in me. Felt so good. After he left I jacked it and a torrent of cum flooded out of me onto the chair I was in. I was still in heat so I licked and sucked up all his cum from the wood seat as I finished myself off onto the floor. Where my bottom seed belongs. Less than a half hour later the wife was home. Since then I have been walking around the house and the tops seed keeps trickling out and down my legs randomly. Heaven.

This is always my favorite. I went there last Tuesday . Got a room , took a shower , cleaned out and then laid on the stomach with door open. in a few minutes I felt a hand rub my ask I looked up and saw this young Latino guy. He closed the door and dropped his towel. He had a huge hardon. He just climbed on top and slid his dick in me. As he was fucking me he asked if he could cum inside When I said sure he pounded me harder then let out a groan as he shot his load deep in my ass he left and came back in about 30 minutes and pounded another load in me. He said he enjoyed fucking older white guys and cumming in their ass

Sometimes I think there's something special in my cum because all the upright greedy faggots turn into amazing sluts after a few rounds. I just can't put my finger on what it could be... ☣️🐷🍆💦💉

It sounded like a great 30th birthday present from my partner Bill—a professional massage followed by some hot love making. I was down with that! Bill and I ate an early supper out at our favorite neighborhood dive and I had time for a relaxing shower before the masseuse arrived at 8. I took the liberty of getting clean and ready for some deep dicking by Bill after I was all relaxed from my massage. Jon advertized in the local GLBT rag with at least a few dozen competitors. Bill chose him because he listed his qualifications and training and didn’t feature a scantily dressed photo. I laughed at this and said what if I wanted a DEEP massage and Bill promised he would take care of that afterwards. I’ll admit it—I was horny! Jon showed up on time and set up his table in the back study of our house. Bill said he was going to watch some TV upstairs and he kissed me and told me to enjoy my birthday present. Jon said he could massage me naked or with underwear on—what ever my comfort level was. I hadn’t had a professional massage and told him I wanted the works. He smirked and winked while he said, “but, of course!” As my upper thighs were sore from working out at the gym, I asked if I could start on my back. Certainly he said as he turned on a CD with soft music on his little boom box and adjusted the lights low so I could be totally relaxed. Jon was good! He covered my naughty bits with a towel when he was working elsewhere and he quickly had me relaxed and very pliable. I guess massage can be hard work because I noticed he slipped out of his sweat pants to gym shorts and took off his short sleeve shirt to reveal a wife beater and an amazing chest—heck, the whole package was mighty nice! I tried to not pay attention to him as I turned over to my stomach. He worked my back over very well and I got so relaxed my right arm slide off the table. He changed position and stood on my right side—my arm was lightly in contact with his sizzling body. My head was within the opening in the table so it could remain lined up and not turned one way or the other. All I could see was the floor but my awareness seemed to spike. There was something in that simple connection between his body and my arm and his strong hands kneading me that made me feel very alive. He started working the small of my back and pressed against my arm a little closer. I was aware that my dick was reacting to this and a sigh slipped out. He reached down to grab my hand and place it back on the table. I missed the contact immediately, but his hands started working my ass and that caught my attention. I love my ass massaged by Bill, but Jon was like a bread maker working stiff dough. Whether it was right or not, I spread the legs to give him easier access. I was so in tune with this feeling of bliss. I could hear Jon’s steady breathing over the soft music. My own breathing was deep and I was in heaven. A soft moan slipped out of my mouth as he made me more pliant than I had ever been. He worked one leg and then the other—my ass still exposed and legs spread. When he worked the point where my legs connected with my ass, I could feel precum dripping out of me and I sighed and spread my legs a bit more. Jon’s slick oiled hands worked me like no one had before. It wasn’t exactly sexual, but I was harder than a rock and was started to pant a bit. He poured a bit more oil in his hands and was now working between my cheeks. When his fingers finally strayed against my hole I gasped out loud. Was this a massage or a seduction? I was monogamous with Bill, but I was so fucking turned on and relaxed that I couldn’t make a move to stop whatever Jon wanted. It was pretty obvious that I was enjoying this special attention. My ass clenched and relaxed in time with Jon’s ministrations. Jon said he was getting rather warm and I could hear him pulling off his shirt and perhaps slipping his shorts off. I wasn’t sure. All I knew is that I was so turned on! Jon’s next move surprised me. I felt his 5 o’clock scruff against my right ass cheek. He was just rubbing up and down my cheeks and I instinctively flexed my free hand against him. He was naked! He grabbed my hand and led it to what felt like a log between his legs. I groaned as I squeezed it and he now started licking my crack. I thrust against him and started milking his mighty tool as he started eating my hole. I was now moaning and was disappointed when he broke the connection. That disappointment quickly faded as I felt him climb on the table and he grabbed my ass cheeks hard and started tongue fucking and finger fucking me. My ass was as spread as it could be and I was scooting up a bit with my ass to give him better access. He moved up further and I could feel his dick against my ass. I was a bit nervous now. I hadn’t cheated on Bill before and taking an unknown man’s dick bare was not safe! As he slid his drooling shaft up and down my crack, he reached under and pinched my nipples. I moaned anew and he started nibbling and talking in my ear. He told me that he wanted to give me the ultimate birthday present. I didn’t say a word, just felt him pressing against my slightly open hole. He kept talking and said that Bill thought a deep massage would spice up his and my sex life. I finally told him I didn’t want to get caught and this wasn’t very safe. He laughed and said he wouldn’t fall off the table and hurt himself. He then said he only topped and I had nothing to worry about. He asked if I was poz and I said no pretty sharply. He said “perfect” and started pulling me up into the doggy position. I was shaking my head no even as he was lining up to penetrate me. I moaned no as he started pressing in earnest. It felt SO good to feel that thick head pop through my first ring. He stopped and continued to tweak my nipples and talk dirty to me. He told me he knew I wanted this and he was going to take me and give me what I really needed for my birthday. I groan and pushed back against him—together we worked to achieve total penetration. I liked hearing Jon’s gruff voice as he quietly spoke and got my even more turned on by his dirty talk. He asked me who was bigger—him or Bill. “You are.” I admitted. Who did I want fucking me? “You, Jon” “When we are done, I want you to shower and then fuck Bill with your hot hole—make sure he eats your ass first. I am going to make your hole really slick for Bill to enjoy—that will spice up your sex life and make me really happy that you shared this fuck with your partner.” Jon instructed. “Your ass is going to be so open and slippery from my fuck and my seed deep in you, boy! You want that, don’t you? You want to be a hole for me to breed? A receptacle for sperm? I moaned and admitted that I did. The pounding started going in overdrive! He was quietly cursing and tell me that he was going to own my ass and mark it as his own. I hadn’t read anything about pozzing talk at this point in my life so it was just a super turn on to hear that he wanted me so bad. I didn’t know what I was asking for when he started telling me what he wanted to hear from me. I was so hard as he pounded me that I begged for his seed, for him to breed my ass and make it his. “This is so hot, boy! Your partner paid to have you massaged but you are getting bred as well! 2 for 1, boy! All, right, fag boy, here comes your birthday gift—I am breeding you…now!!!” Jon rammed in as deep as he could and I could feel him jerking and spurting within me. The feeling made me shoot then and there. “Nothing finer than a boy shooting his load when he is finally bred right!” Jon sighed. He stayed in me sliding in and out as he worked his load into my receptive hole. Jon told me to keep his load in my ass so it would feel amazing for Bill later. I complied. Bill and I had great sex that night. He ate my ass and told me how relaxed and silky it was after my massage. I was hard from thinking about what he was doing and whose load he was tasting. Jon was right, Bill liked fucking my hole after Jon had bred it. A few months later I got sicker than a dog. A sense of dread filled me and later I tested poz. I couldn't find Jon's ad anymore and I had no way to contact him. I knew exactly what Jon had meant by his words! I had been bred for my birthday!

Last night after coming home from dinner I was a little buzzed and the boyfriend and I were cruising grinder, not expecting much. There were the standard bots and flakes. We were about to give up, but one blank profile we could not figure out if it was real or not. It belonged to a 20 year old top that “needed to dump a load quick”. Despite him being rather pushy and annoying the pic he sent us was pretty hot, with a nice dick pic. We invited him over figuring the chances of his showing were about 50/50. My man does most the talking, and says we are down for oral and he didn’t think I was up to bottom. If he did show it would be a fun cock to suck, since I didn’t really feel like bottoming and the boyfriend is a TOTAL top. Half hour later the door bell rings and, I guess they twink-top is real. The boy comes in and ready to go from the moment he walked in. Standing there in the living room he drops his pants and I drop to my knees. I begin to service a cock so hard it could only belong to a horned up 20 year old. It’s a nice cock. Cut, well proportioned, and well trimmed; but it’s much smaller than the pic he sent. But a decent average sized cock Since I am used to servicing my mans huge cock that is beer can thick I like working the smaller ones. I can really work them like a porn star. We get him naked and on the couch switching back and forth on who’s is throathing his cock. He’s quite impressed with both of our oral skills. While he is tickling my tonsils with his dick, and I’m making good eyecontact, he asked if I would like to get fucked. I shrug my shoulders and agree. The kid follows us into the bed room where I lay on my back on the edge of the bed, take a hit of poppers, and lube his cock. I throw my leg into the air and he shoves his cock it to the hilt in one go. Which it burns like hell at first. I make him slow down at first. I can tell this won’t take long. My body adjusts to his cock. He comments on how good my ass feels, as I use my muscles to massage his cock. My boyfriend stands back and watches the well built twink fuck his boyfriend. He’s playing his this phone and taking pics of me getting plowed by this horny, yet inexperienced top. He asked if he “can blow inside” and I reply with a simple “yes.” After about 3 minutes of fucking me starts saying something about how he has to meet friends soon. I realize this means he just blew his load, and we doing the typical freak out of a young closeted boy that just had an orgasm. He quickly got dressed, asked if we were feee next weekend and rushed out the door, leaving me and my dripping hole on the bed. The boyfriend lets him out and meets me back in the bedroom. Where I give him the best sloppy head I can. I could tell he will be back, and will be even more eager to breed my hole now that he knows I’m not opposed to taking loads.

Any cock for me please...

Aller about thé fuck. The but is just icing on the cake. It's more about respectfully using my bottom like a whore, than a quick release.

I've taken cbd's before for pain relief and they do work. The nice thing is that their isn't a numb feeling like with most pain killers. It was more or a relaxed warm feeling, like all the tension left my back. Cbd's is no magic pill. It will relax you enough to take bigger cock or get fisted but not like numbing creams that numb the area cbd tends to just make you feel relax like poppers without the rush. The cbd I took hand a small % or thc so I did get high, but if u are taking pure cbd then will not be able to get high, but you can always smoke your favourite strain while taking cbd and have a Nice mellow high.

I suck cocks in adult bookstores almost every day. I've done this for years. We're talking... literally 1000s of cocks. Crack ho numbers. It "helps" that I will suck off absolutely anybody (but BBC is my favorite). I love to walk around savoring a mouthful of cocksnot, or wearing it in my beard as an "advertisement" for what I am. The hazards are... gono in my throat... crabs in my beard, stache, eyelashes... Granted, after I've sucked a few cocks, I usually want it up my butt, too... and by that point, I REALLY don't care who fucks me.

Wall to wall barebacking last night. I arrived yesterday evening in Melbourne Australia for a weekend break and after I checked into my hotel, and douched, I took a short tram ride to Club 80, the local cruise club. Although over the years I’d been to the city’s saunas this was my first visit to this cruise club. I was particularly looking forward as it was the nude night in their basement. It turned out to be quite busy although I don’t know if that was because of nude night, that it was a Friday, or perhaps because it was a public holiday and a lot of guys were in town for the AFL (football) grand final the next day. After paying upstairs (there is cruising on two other floors), and checking-in my clothes in a cloth bag, I headed naked into the dark basement, just wearing shoes. There were dozens and dozens of naked guys and with comings and goings in the couple of hours I was there, certainly over a hundred. The basement was lit in various areas and guys were making out in some of those areas but most action was in the darker areas including two sling rooms and a large dark corner area, which seemed to be partly curtained off and semi-enclosed with oil drums; anyway it was pretty dark. I headed into the corner and squeezed past several naked bodies and was soon being fucked. I started fucking guys and others would pull me over to fuck them. Occasionally I was fucking a guy and someone would start playing with my hole and I’d pull out to get them to fuck me. Sometimes I’d finish fucking one hole and another had lined itself up virtually without my needing to move at all. All of this was bareback of course. I took. Load from a short Chinese guy with a relatively small cock who had an unusual technique involving fucking for a couple of minutes, then pulling out and fingering me for 30 seconds or so, then starting again. He did this about 4 times but finally there was no mistaking his build up to a climax with his excited thrusting, moaning, and then I took my first and alas only load of the evening. This from topping about bottoming about 6 or 7 times. At one stage I began to flag from the endless demands for me to fuck guys (I’d have preferred to have had a greater proportion fuck me which would recharge my batteries so to speak). However, I asked the guy I was struggling to enter to suck me and he turned out to have good technique and I became rock hard again. He kindly repeated this by sucking my cock fresh from his ass again every few minutes. My final fuck of the evening started when I was able to coax a guy with a very large cock to enter my hole. That was great and it was good to feel a bit of stretch and pain. However, it didn’t continue for more than 3 or 4 minutes and it became clear that he was angling for me to fuck him. It was good and I enjoyed reaching down and feeling his large and hard balls. I decided not to hold back and put myself in a mental state to release my cum and eventually I deposited my load in him. That was the 16th topping of a successful cruising session.

I have written From My Side of the Sling for nine years now. It used to be archived here on Breeding Zone. I have decided to post new entries here as well as on my own blog. There is no fiction in my blog...just some names changed and sometimes tattoos disguised...

Part 5 - A Models Dark Side I was now liking my work trips to LA even more, it wasn't the work or the money it was down to Eddie and how we worked together in the studio and bedroom. Careful not to be seen out and about together near Manon Internationals office we choose Huntingdon area. Often we would stroll along the beachfront promenade, grab dinner and chat. We really liked each others company as there was no hidden agenda, no secrets and no lies between us, Eddie was happy with his partner and I was not in the market for anything serious. I waited for my flight to LA to start boarding when I received a text from Jacob, I opened it and it just read 'You are amazing!!. You will find out later, NTB' I thought it was very cryptic but knew I couldn't text him and ask as he signed off with NTB which was our code for 'No Texting Back' meaning he was busy. As usual the gate agent changed my boarding pass to 1F meaning Mike was on board, shuffled forward in the queue by the passengers behind me anxious to get on board I could see him just inside the door. Mike smiled as he got to me and gave me an unexpected hug and thanked me for a great weekend. We were mid flight when Mike brought over a gay magazine he read on the flight when he had time. Opening it he placed it front of me and smiled. It was the advert for the Jacob Straps I did the previous week, he kept pointing at it saying how fabulous I looked wearing it. What caught my attention was the lettering scrolled underneath 'The Model Called Tom', I sat there laughing and knew only two people called me that and one of them was responsible. It later transpired that Eddie was the culprit who said it gave the model an identity for people to relate to. This was going to be my longest stint in LA, one whole week without my family but my mind was really elsewhere and getting Eddie to spend time with me. The driver Sam was there as usual this time he held a bigger sign up with you guessed it 'The Model Called Tom' in big black letters that you could spot miles away. He drove me to the hotel to check-in and the receptionist recognised me from when I stayed there with the family. Sam waited to take me to the office but explained they had a little detour to show me something. We drove along Rodeo Drive and he pointed out the window to a large billboard, larger than life there I stood for the world, well LA, to see. Sam smiled and told me the designer himself had commissioned that one specifically as it was prime advertising space. I continued looking driving past, I had no idea what to make of it, surprised would be one way of describing how I was feeling. Never really thinking about my face being plastered above Rodeo drive in this way, what shocked me was people actually taking photos of it with their phones. We arrived at the offices and coming out of the elevator Steve came running over "Did you see it?" he asked. "What not even a hello" I said and chuckled "yeah I saw it, bigger than life and rather embarrassing". Steve smiled "It went up yesterday. Jacob is here in with Patty now" he said taking me to her office. Patricia was all smiles when I walked in and Jacob stood up "We have been waiting for you" Jacob said. "I don't understand" I confessed standing there looking silly. Jacob smiled "We put that picture on the homepage of the website, we had a 30% uplift on the dead range". "Right is that good then?" I asked still confused. Patricia laughed "Tom your picture is selling that specific range of underwear you modelled" she explained. Eddie walked in and I just wanted to kiss him but he smiled "Hi Tom, nice to see you back" he said. Jacob looked at him "Are we ready?" he asked Eddie who nodded. I was whisked off to the studio with them all and Jacob produced a baseball cap and polo shirt. Jacob told me the baseball cap is a pretty average item that doesn't get much take up and they wanted to test what happens if I wear it. They shoot went well and that was Wednesday over with. Jacob grabbed me when he could get alone and apologised that he was having to fly back tonight so it would be a quick dinner, it was nice being able to catch up him in person. I also saw Eddie a couple of times as he flew to NY on Friday and back late Sunday evening. I hung out with Steve at the beach on Saturday and Sunday. I knew then that moving to LA was going to become a real possibility since the amount of work I was getting was picking up. Indeed things moved very quickly and within a month I had got myself an apartment with the help of Steve and in the same building as him and moved to LA, I was generally modelling around 3 to 4 times a week and when I wasn't most of my evenings were spent with Eddie. Leaving Medina was hard but I flew back one a month for a long weekend, Brad well he was trying to make a turbulent situation better with Melinda and it turned out at weekends and evenings he was moping around and missing me according to my mother, not that Brad would ever admit it to my face. I only modelled for Manon International and hated it if Eddie was not my photographer, Patricia was still unaware of Eddie screwing her newest model, she just saw that he was more patient, engaging and seemed to like me. Apart from putting the clothes on and modelling them that was as far as my interest went in fashion, that part really annoyed Patricia when she wanted to give me clothes from other designers but I declined constantly, mostly due to Jacob providing enough clothes but I was careful never to wear them to work. That was another thing I kept her in the dark about. When Jacob was in town I would walk to a back street where he would pick me up, usually we drove out to Newport for dinner and this time he had brought Marcus who was his head of PR and husband, he wanted to meet me in person as The Model Called Tom. Marcus had even set up a Twitter account as TheModelCalledTom with the same hashtag, I looked a little concerned since Patricia would probably have something to say about it but he assured me she can't do anything about it since it was my account. I liked Marcus as much as Jacob and I found a new friend in him as well. A couple of times I even persuaded Eddie to come along on the promise of sex afterwards, naturally he didn't need much persuading when I offered him myself to him on a plate. Whilst I owned the Twitter account Marcus would often send me photos to post on there, I never really got on with it and only knew how to post something so very rarely paid interest to it. It was already over 20k followers, mostly from people who wanted to do very perverse acts of sex with me and that was just the women. It was a around 3 months in and Eric was on talking terms with me and we even ventured out a couple of time for a coffee. On the outside he was becoming more friendlier and the frequency that we would hanging out was increasing, Eddie was very busy with other projects and flying to New York or on location leaving me more spare time than I really wanted. I suppose part of the reason me moving here was to spend more time with him but the opposite was happening. Eric was beginning to fill those gaps as Steve had also found a guy who he was more keen on but the other guy just wanted sex. When he wasn't busy with his sex buddy he had started trying to fix me up with a boyfriend all the time, you could say I had little interest or even to stubborn to be fixed up, in reality I missed Brad and missed home. It was difficult to keep up with my studies and they were falling behind, I was at a turning point and nearly decided to move back to Texas but Eric was on my case. I had a feeling that all was not what it seemed on the outside with him, it didn't take long for me to realise that I was right but by then I could do nothing to stop what happened. Much of my work was being taken up with Jacob since my first photo shoot with his dead range of underwear had turned around becoming his 3rd best selling range, he put that down to me being the face and body and took polite pride rubbing Patricia's nose in it when he disagreed over other things. By the 6 month my salary had been renegotiated to $80k and 30% commission for another 12 months, since they had included a release clause in the first contract, Seth advised me to put one in to cover myself. As much as Patricia hated it she had no choice if she wanted to keep me on her books. Jacob hardly seemed to be in LA but we would exchange messages frequently, it was no surprise to find gifts of underwear and other clothes being delivered to my apartment, often he would ask my opinion on them as they hadn't gone in production and wanted some honest feedback. It was Saturday morning and Eddie was out of town, so I had a sleep in with no real plans made I decided to go to the gym and work out. I realised the time and grabbed my gym bag and ran down the street sleeping longer than I should have. I bumped in to Eric at the gym quite literally after finishing my workout and getting changed, shocked was one way of putting it as I never knew he worked out at this gym. Deciding to show that there was no hard feelings we engaged in conversation then ended up going for a coffee. The nutter that I am told him I was up to nothing this weekend, my first mistake as I couldn't shake him off, was he lonely I found myself thinking. Braving it I agreed to hanging out with him and from my perspective there was nothing sexual about it neither was there going to be. It was harmless and he genuinely seemed nice. It unnerved me when the conversation got around to Eddie and I was careful not to let on to much, pretending I had no idea why Eddie was so nice to me. So Eric just always seemed to be around and constantly inviting me out when Steve or Eddie were not around. I didn't have the heart to say no to him, but gradually people change and you can't always see it happening until it is too late. It didn't take Eric long for him to ask me on a date. Now things got interesting as I had never been asked out on a date, whereas Eddie and I just did it and remained fuck buddies although underneath I would have loved something more serious with him, but that was never going to happen. I dithered and didn't give Eric a response straight away to a date, I really wanted Eddie here to talk to about this but New York was always such a long way. Eventually I agreed to go out with him but made it totally clear that it was no invite to have sex. That Sunday we were meeting not far from my apartment at 6pm, we had a pretty nice dinner walked along the beach front until the it started to rain. One thing lead to another and we found ourselves back at my flat with two bottles of wine in Eric's hands. At first I only asked for a small glass as I wasn't really a drinker or legal just yet. Sitting on the sofa chatting I hadn't realised how much wine I was drinking and the effects were beginning to show, my speaking got erratic and I was laughing and giggling way to much. It got to the point where I dare not stand up and knew I had way to much to drink. Eric had moved closer to me on the sofa his arm around my shoulder, gradually he moved to close for comfort and I tried to stand falling back down laughing. He stood up and pulled me up in to his arms and guided me towards the bedroom 'Need to get you in bed Tom' my hand casually waving in the bedrooms direction. I couldn't swear but I am sure he pushed me on to the bed giggling as I landed, his hands began unbuttoning my shorts and slipping them over my legs, then my underwear and his hand ran over my cock and balls. I made a feeble attempt to push him away still giggling, his fingers nimbly worked the buttons on my shirt from the bottom up pushing it over my shoulders. I crawled up the bed towards the pillows in an attempt to get under the sheets as I was naked, my mind focused elsewhere I didn't see Eric take his clothes off until I felt my legs being pulled taking my whole body back down the bed to where he stood, he was now inbetween my legs that where hanging over the edge of the bed. He leaned forward and suddenly pressing his lips against mine. I kept my lips closed and turned my head away and tried pushing him away but I had no strength to do it. My legs where pulled up and pushed over, giggling at seeing my knees so close seemed funny at the time. I heard him spit several times then felt his warm tongue licking and tasting my hole 'No, Eric no' I slurred protesting. Quick as a flash my legs went down but held half in the air by his hips, in my drunk state I knew what was about happen. He grabbed my wrists hard and pinning them above my head, holding both hands which just one of his. He smiled above me 'We both want this' he said, I panicked but I was unable to move as his body weight was pressing down on me. His cock pushed gently at my hole until I opened up from the pressure 'please, no' I called out but still I giggled unable to fathom why I found it funny. My back arched high as pushed the entire shaft of his cock deep inside me in one movement, my cry echoing around the room gasping at the sudden pain, wave after wave running through my body from his assault on my ass. The pain quickly subsiding through a mix of alcohol and unnerving drunk pleasure, as much as I didn't want sex with him my body had other ideas. His hands grasped tighter around my wrists bruising where his fingers dug hard against the skin, his mouth all over mine trying to kiss me. To drunk to even fight off the fast pace of his fucking, the room spinning as he raised his head and groaned loudly thrusting his hips hard and holding his position as he began shooting his load in to me. I closed my eyes feeling his body collapsing on top of me, frantically he kissed my neck moaning in between each one grinding his hips hard against my ass. I laid there uncertain of what I had done to give him the impression I wanted to fuck with him, gradually he pulled his cock out of my ass and stood up 'Thanks' was all he said as he started getting dressed and left me laying on the bed. My body felt like it was going up and down when I closed my eyes, it was either that or see the room spinning. Calming down I fell asleep then woken abruptly by my phone going off. My entire body and brain took a few minutes to get themselves together, I was still drunk and feeling sick by now. Reaching over I picked the phone up and answered it failing to recognise it was a facetime call from Brad. "Hi, what the fuck Tom, are you okay?" Brad voice and image coming through the phone. I stared blankly at him "I don't know" I was making no sense to him as I rubbed my head. "What is that on your wrist?" Brad asked and my eyes went to the purple bruise marks. "It's nothing" I mumbled. Brad shook his head "Tell me what has happened Tom" he said looking worried. "I don't know, drunk" I replied giggling down the phone. "Fuck Tom" Brad said again "I will speak to you in a couple of days when your over this" he hung up. I put the phone down and laid back on the bed rubbing my painful wrists not registering how annoyed Brad was, I stared up the ceiling which continued to move on it's own free will and fell asleep. I was woken up again by my phone going off, it was Steve asking where I was as the driver called to say he couldn't get hold of me. I saw the time it was already 10am and my head was pounding and I knew I was about to vomit. Explaining to him that I felt unwell I hung up and ran to the bathroom leaning over the toilet vomiting several times, the pain in my ass from the muscle spasms felt like knives cutting me inside. I had never felt that sore from having sex, all I could remember this morning was his face looming over me and feeling his body pushed up hard against mine. I sat on the floor of the bathroom knowing he had taken advantage of me. Walking back in to the bedroom I saw my clothes strewn across the bedroom floor the shame of my behaviour written all over my face. To me it became apparent that my vulnerable side must be to easy for people to see, not any more I thought. I knew what happened was probably bordering on rape, some would say it was, but others would just put it down to easy pickings as I never fought him off. Was moving to LA a mistake I thought, had I really known what I was getting in to, me a young gay man in a city full of predators as I saw it now. Medina seemed the perfect place to be gay right now as I settled back and fell asleep. I slept the rest of the day until around 6pm when Eddie knocked at my door. I let him in and moved away when he went to kiss me "What's with the cool reception" Eddie asked looking at me. "Nothing, sorry I am just not feeling good" I replied trying to keep my wrists hidden from view. "Steve said you were sick" he said to me "I know you well enough Tom and that is not all that is going on". I sat on bed and showed him my wrists "I got drunk last night and had sex" I said looking down ashamed. Eddie sat next to me and held my wrist "Did you get raped, you know sex without consent?" he asked. Shrugging my shoulders I looked at him "I didn't want it but couldn't stop him I was so drunk". Eddie went to put his arm around my shoulder but I flinched slightly "Tom it's okay you can trust me". I let him hold me "I'm so sorry" I said leaning my head in against his shoulder. Eddie stroked my head "He must have used some force on you to give you those bruises, who was it?" he asked. "Doesn't matter it was my own fault" I replied sitting up. Eddie shook his head but let the subject drop and stayed with me all night, right now he was what I needed. No sex just someone I knew I could trust and who cuddled me all night. In the morning I felt a lot brighter and happier, knowing I could grad some concealer at work before anyone else noticed my wrists I went in to the office after Eddie had left waiting for my car. I was scheduled to meet with Patricia this morning to discuss assignments coming up and I knew she had me down today for a department store summer collection shoot lasting for 3 days. I said hello to Steve and went quickly into the studio behind the screen looking through the make up for the concealer, it was quiet as no shoots had started so I calmed down and took my time hunting for it. I heard the door open and close and one set of footsteps walking across so assumed it was Eddie getting set up. I poked my hear around the screen and was face to face with Eric. "Hello sexy, did you have a hangover yesterday as you were pretty drunk?" he asked with a grin on his face. I looked not knowing what to say to him and slightly afraid "You got me drunk" I said going behind the screen. Eric followed me "Yeah it was good fun though, and you felt so good with my cock inside you" he touched my neck. Jumping out of the way I looked at him with daggers "Don't fucking touch me" I shouted at him. "Don't be like that" he said moving towards me "how about I come over after work and fuck you again" he said. I backed up "Are you kidding me, you raped me the other night" I said showing him my wrists. "Call it what you will, you didn't resist too much once I started fucking you" Eric said laughing. Eric grabbed my arm "Get off me I want nothing to do with you" I replied feeling nervous of him. He pulled me towards him "Make it easy and I won't bruise your pretty face" he said running a finger down my face. I pushed him off quite hard nearly sending him toppling over "Leave me alone" I cried shouting at him. Eric laughed at me "You will keep" he said turning to leave "you are going to be mine" he smirked. We never heard the door open and close during our heated argument, the person sat there on the opposite side of the studio on a box listening to everything going on behind the screen. Several times they nearly stood up to intervene, once they were sure the conversation was over they stood up and walked over. Eric came around the screen "Morning Eddie" he said "sorry about that, lovers tiff you know". Eddie smiled "Sounded more than a lovers tiff" he said walking towards Eric "So have you?" he nodded to the screen. Eric laughed "Oh yes, the dirty little bitch was gagging for it". I was sat on the chair and heard a punch landing hard followed by the sound of a body hitting the floor, then Eric moaning and cursing repeating my nose, my nose and he ran out. Eddie appeared round the screen and looked at me. "Why didn't you tell me Tom it was him" Eddie asked with a sadness across his face. My eyes welled up "I thought I could handle it" I replied as a tear slipped down my cheek. Eddie walked over and hugged me "There is a reason people steer clear of him. You know how special you are to me" he said holding my tight. Finally I broke down and sobbed in his arms through relief that someone knew and I didn't have to carry this around. We could hear Eric fumbling as stood up and walked out of the studio. Steve seeing Eric walk out of the studio holding his nose which was bleeding ran in to the studio. Eddie gave Steve a very brief summary and told him to stay with me. Eddie went off to Patricia's office and told her everything. She called Eric in and his side of the story told her how drunk I was then how frisky I got demanding sex with him. Then she called me in to her office with Eric telling us we had to get along and that I should know better and not drink due to my age and keep our bedroom antics out of the office. He was all apologetic to Patricia and assured her that it wouldn't happen again, the way Eric looked at me throughout said it all, I knew I was going to be in for a turbulent time and he was not the kind of guy who took no for an answer. I walked back in to the studio and called Brad telling him everything trying to hold back the tears when he told me to come home. Eddie heard my conversation with Brad and sat down next to me. Brad hung up and quickly called Mike who was on the ground in LA for an hour, Mike pulled some strings and got Brad on a flight later that day which would be his last flight out of Dallas as he was overnighting in LA. "He is never going to leave me alone is he Eddie" I asked looking at him. Eddie held my hand "No, but I will help you as much as I can Tom you know that" he said. I nodded "I know but your not always going to be here" I replied "you can't protect me forever". "You have made up your mind haven't you?" he asked looking at me, somehow I knew what he was saying. "I'm sorry" I said squeezing his hand "this life is not for me, I am going home" I finished then hugged Eddie. "I understand" Eddie said "It is going to upset a lot of people if you quit" he said wiping my tear away. Looking Eddie in the eye I could see his sadness at my decision "What we had was very special to me" I said. Eddie patted my hand "Have Tom not had. Are we going to do this shoot now?" he asked. I nodded "Yeah, I will tell her when we are finished". We spent the rest of the day finishing off some shoots, Eric walked in a couple of times and Eddie shot him a look and he soon scuttled back out of the studio. Patricia came in to the studio for the last half an hour of the shoot to see how things were going. Eddie called time and said the job was done, he put the camera down and walked over to me hugging me hard whilst Patricia looked on confused to what she was seeing. Eddie looked me in the eye and kissed me on the mouth 'We are not over' he said to me quietly and I nodded smiling back at him. Eddie was going to make one last attempt before I told Patricia I was exercising my get out clause in the contract. He walked over to Patricia "Do the right thing and get rid of Eric now" he said to her. "Are you bedding my model?" Patricia asked ignoring the question. "Yes and looking after him. You need to get rid of Eric for your own sake" Eddie repeated to her. She looked at him "You don't tell me how to run my agency" she replied "so no I will not get rid of him". Eddie shook his head "Wake up Patty, he could ruin your agency if word gets out what he did" he said. Patricia stood up "Are you threatening me Eddie?". Eddie laughed "Patty you are not stupid but I can't understand why your head is in the clouds". "I pay you well to shoot photographs" Patricia said "I don't pay you to make decisions for me". Eddie handed her his office pass "Then I won't do any more work for you" he said walking out of the studio. Patricia looked stunned and fuming then looked at me "You just cost me the best photographer" she said standing up. I walked over to her and showed her my wrists "This is what Eric did and that is just the visual part". "Stop being a boy and man up" she said to me angrily, I stood shocked by her attitude. I retrieved my pass and handed it to her "I don't have to work notice just finish the day as per my contract". "Don't you dare, you will never model again I will see to it that your blacklisted" she said angrily. I picked up my belongings "Just pay what you owe me, I am done with this. I don't need raping by your models". Those last words rang through Patricia's ears, she called me back but I stormed out of the studio with a resilience I never knew was in me. Steve was no where to be seen so I didn't stop and got in to the elevator then out of the office forever, I walked slowly heading back towards my apartment. So many things running through my head and my eyes stinging from watering up trying to refrain from being to upset, the streets were busy with pedestrians shopping and sightseeing making it a hard job trying to keep in a straight line dodging people walking in two's and three's not paying attention. Passing some of the larger department stores my attention was grabbed by a picture in one of the windows and I stopped to look more carefully at it. I found myself staring at me modelling a pair of pale blue tailored shorts, it was one of the photos where Eddie had made me laugh and he caught a glint mischievousness in my eyes. There was no doubt it was a totally stunning photograph catching the peoples eye as they walked past. I stood to the side studying it and discreetly watching people who paused to look at it. Surreal definitely but these people I didn't know or would never see again would comment 'Nice shorts' then the other person male and female would reply 'Like to get him out of them though'. I was so amused that a photo could do this that I was unaware of a group of ladies in their 30's had stopped when I heard one say 'Isn't that him there', I looked over at their grinning faces and ended up having selfies taken each one of them. Actually the shorts where really nice so in to the store I went. The wheels of business work so fast, well the gossip part that is. Word had already got back to Jacob that the one model he liked had left. His phone call to Patricia was abrupt and she reminded him that if he attempted to contact me she would sue as part of the contractual obligations clause. Jacob knew this meant that he or anyone at Jacob Jansen Fashions would not be able to make any form of contact with me for 3 months. Jacob asked her one more time if she was exercising the clause and she was adamant it was in force. Jacob hung up and immediately cancelled all model shoots with Manon International, whilst he couldn't drop the contract straight away he could tighten the belt thereby drying up the work at Manon International. There was a 2 month notice to end the contract, once that was passed he could drop them without any penalty and move to a new model agency. Macrus sat there with him and knew what to do calling a discreet friend in Idaho to do a favour. I was wandering around the menswear when my phone pinged and saw a message from an unknown number, stopping by the underwear I opened the message 'Hi Tom, sorry you don't know me but I am friends of a friend in NY. They cannot talk to you for a few months, the friend says to hold tight and apologises they can't help at the moment. Can you respond with just the code word you use when not to text if you receive and understand this message'. I didn't need to think twice, I knew it was from Jacob or Marcus via a friend so I typed the letters 'NTB' and hit send, a few seconds later I got a reply 'Response passed to NY, all okay'. "May I help you sir" came the voice of the assistant as I stood there re-reading the text. I looked up "Oh, shorts, the ones advertised in the window" I asked looking at his name tag "please Mario". "I am sorry sir but we have sold out, were waiting for a delivery tomorrow but we have these" he said moving off. I followed and looked at them "They are nice but not what I was looking for" I said to him holding them up. I saw his eyes dart behind me "Is it you?" he asked nodding over my shoulder, I turned to look at what he meant. There I was looking back at myself I smiled and turned back to him "Busted Mario" I laughed. Mario shook my hand "Wow such an honour, officially we are out of stock but as it's you, follow me" he said. Mario was charming and very attractive and I thought if I had met him or someone like him things in LA would have been so much different. He wrapped the shorts and placed them in a bag, when I went to pay he waved his hand 'Just a photo with you if you don't mind' he said holding his phone. I agreed and ended up in the store for nearly half an hour as all the male assistants in menswear realised I was there and wanted photos with me. It gave me a second insight in to how famous you could become as a model and this was just one department store, before I knew it the floor manager had also come over seeing the commotion and got in on the act. He gave me a marker pen and asked if I would sign the poster, I had no problem with doing that but I didn't know how I would sign it until one of the assistants reminded me 'The Model Called Tom' and sure enough it was printed at the bottom of the poster, something I later found out was most unusual in the world of modelling, not that I was part of it anymore. I signed the poster 'TMC Tom' and ended up having a group photo taken. The floor manager tried handing me a bag of other clothing items but very politely I declined and said I was not after anything, he seemed genuinely surprised how down to earth I was and not after all the free things I could get unlike some of their celebrity customers. I got back to my walk with a bit more of a spring in step, I felt good and happy and arrived at my apartment just after 6pm slumping on the sofa. I had a little breakdown mostly from relief again but also not knowing if I was ever going to see Eddie. Him refusing to work with Manon International would be big news in the fashion world and cause a lot of controversy, the rumours would really start in earnest when word got out that The Model Called Tom had quit Manon International on the same day. But for now I moved off the sofa and started packing my clothes keeping the gym wear out and a few casual clothes to wear. Brad stood at the car rental counter at LAX signing the contracts just as Mike approached him "Ready?" Brad asked. Mike nodded "Yes, dump the things at my hotel first then go to his apartment" he replied. "Do you remember where he lives?" Brad asked and Mike nodded "Thanks so much for helping" he said getting the keys. Mike patted his shoulder "Anything for you guys, I'm glad I could help out". They left the airport for the short drive to the hotel dropping their belongings off then headed to my place. I had no idea they where in LA. I was ignoring my phone and busy packing when there was a knock at the door, immediately I assumed it was either Steve or Eddie and they had come to see if I was alright. I opened the door and he came bursting through pushing me backwards with the door, falling over I heard the door close and lock. Eric stood there looking at me "Clumsy" he said "I hear you quit and so has Eddie" he walked towards me. I stood up ready to fight him if needed "What do you want?" I asked him angrily. "Now that's not nice, I have come all this way to see you" he said attempting to stroke my face brushing him away. "Yeah well you made a mistake coming back here, I'm sober this time" I said hearing him laugh. "Tom, Tom, Tom, just get undressed and make this easy and I wont hurt you" he told me in a demanding way. I stepped towards him the anger boiling inside me "If you leave now I won't hurt you" I said. Eric looked at me "Did he fuck you?" he asked assessing me. "Who?" I replied watching him carefully "who I have sex with is nothing to do with you" I said to his face. Eric smirked "That's why he is nice to you, you his fuck toy" he said, the anger showing in his eyes. I had no idea what was coming over me but I just wanted to charge at him and punch his lights out. With no time to react Eric grabbed my arm with one hand pulling me sharply, his other hand gripped hard around my neck squeezing, caught by surprise my free hand tried to prise his away from my neck, it was so tightly gripped in place that I couldn't swallow or breath, I could feel the warmth as my face grew redder my eyes open wide. I had to react somehow otherwise I was going to blackout, I could already feel the numbness washing over my lips. With my free arm I managed to elbow him hard in the stomach, the air rushed in to my lungs causing me to stagger forward and gasping for more air...

SPONTANEOUS CHASING -THE FINAL CHAPTER I didn't know how far Tom lived, but I was in no hurry to lose those poison loads I'd worked so hard to get. So instead of just pushing them out, I let them ooze out of my sloppy loose hole naturally. Before long I was quite enjoying the bumpy ride, with each bump making my naked ass squish around in the puddle of cum. It was quite a sexy feeling and my stiff dick was bouncing around in my lap like one of those dolls people put on the dashboard of their cars. Tom slowed the car after a few minutes, and reached down beneath my seat. I heard him click something, and then shoved the seat back as far as it could go. "Get on the floor and lick up some of that cum -but don't swallow it!" he ordered me. I eased off of the seat and got on my knees on the floor as he got back up to regular speed. I looked at the huge puddle where I'd been sitting, and could feel my wet ass dripping with cum, too, all over my ass and down the back of my legs. I couldn't believe I was about to stick my face in that mess of cum -it was the most piggy thing I had ever done. Fuck it, I said to myself. You wanted this. So I leaned down and slurped up about half a mouthful. Just the slightest taste of cum never fails to kick my sex drive into turbo, and I was fucking horny now! Tom reached over, grabbed the top of my head and pulled me towards his crotch. He had opened his pants as I was filling my mouth, so his huge dick was up and waiting for me. "Let's use that cum as lube, I want to get in good in your hot mouth," he told me. I kept my lips pinched tight right until his dick head was pushing at my lips, so I wouldn't lose a drop. I managed to get half of his big dick in my mouth and took a moment to swirl it around in the load mixture. He must have liked how it felt because he was growling in his throat. Then he put his hand on the back of my head and jammed me down, full length, onto his big meat. Fuck!!! I've never been the best at oral to begin with, not to mention taking a guy deep. Tom had his big dick wedged into my throat balls deep! I couldn't breath, my mind was exploding in pain, tears stung my eyes. This was nowhere near as enjoyable as when he was in my ass. He didn't give me time to rest, either. He began to skull fuck me hard and deep. The back of my head was pinned against the steering wheel, so he just kept hunching his hips up and jamming into my throat again and again. I was silently thankful that he'd gotten me to use the cum for lube -I couldn't imagine how this would feel without it. After a couple of minutes of this, he had worked most of the cum down my throat so he pulled back and told me to reload. I sniffled, swallowed, tasting cum and blood from my own throat, but I did as I was told. I slurped up another mouthful, and again the taste of that cum got me fucking horny as I was before. This time I dove down onto his dick! "Fuck yeah!" he roared. "That's a good piggy! Fuckin' take it! Yeah, we're going to make sure those toxic babies get into your blood one way or another!" Now I understood. He'd already gotten my ass torn up pretty good, and now he was making sure that my throat was raw as well. No matter, I was enjoying it. We repeated it one more time and then he told me to catch my breath because we were arriving at his house. We pulled into the garage and he closed the door behind us. Tom got out and came around to my side of the car to help me out. Then he carefully lifted the plastic sheet off of the seat, not spilling a drop, and carried it over to a rubber mat in front of the car. He dashed inside the house and came back with a black plastic bowl, which he let all of the cum slither into. I was surprised once it was in the bowl -damn that was a lot of cum!!! He's also brought us a couple of beers, so we rested for a couple of minutes and drank them, and then he told me to get down on all 4's in front of the bowl. He undressed totally so we were both naked now, and then he took a turkey baster, dipped it into the bowl and sucked some of the cum up, shot it up my ass, and then told me to get eating while he fucked me. Tom then jammed his dick into my cum-basted ass while I licked at the meal of cum like a dog. He certainly knew how to keep me wanting more. A whole damn bowl full of cum, fuck, that'll keep me horny for days!! He held my hips and pounded me fast, hard, and deep with every stroke. My mind was just spinning at this point. It was a high as if I'd been drugged and I hoped it lasted. A couple of times Tom stopped to suck up a little more cum with the baster and squirt it in my hole, and then he kept on fucking me. We were fucking non stop, in that same position, for nearly an hour. "Gonna get you pregnant, boy," he growled, and then he roared really loud, jammed deep inside of me, held my hips and unloaded yet another round of HIV cum into my tortured hole. I had pretty much licked the bowl clean of the cum, and now all of that toxic seed was inside me and not getting out. Tom yanked his dick out of my ass and a whole bunch of the cum came rushing out with it. I was so hard fucked that I couldn't clamp my hole shut and it poured out of me like a waterfall. He laughed and flipped me over into the puddle. I did enjoy that squishy wet feeling of my skin against the plastic. Tom moved me around in it, and then got down in there himself, rolling around until the puddle was gone and it was all over us. He crawled down and started licking around my ass, balls, and crotch, then met my mouth and stuck his cum covered tongue in. We shared a spermy kiss as our bodies slithered all over each other. Our dicks were still hard, but at that moment we weren't looking to fuck. From there we took turns licking each other clean of the toxic loads until it was all gone, each time slurping them between our waiting piggy tongues. Fuck I love wet sloppy messy tongue kisses especially when they're covered in cum!!! We lay there, tangled together, panting and out of breath, holding each other, and then Tom began to laugh. "Well, I don't know if it's what you went out looking for last night, but I think I got you fucked up good!" I hadn't been looking for it, but I know that I wanted it. And I was thrilled to have his babies swimming inside of me, getting me pregnant with his toxic seed.

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.

I have always been a "dirty ,cockhungry, cumthirsty bottomboy, fucktoy faggot" (that was my description on pickup sites in grade 9 lol) And I have always been such a slutty little cumdump that 1 or 2 cocks was never enough. I met one of my boyfriends by writing "cumthirsty schoolboy looking to blow groups" on a bathroom stall with my email address. Before becoming a bareback gangbang toy I loved nothing more than sucking cock after cock for hours and drinking load after load. whether it was a small group of boys or a group of horny chickenhawks or blowing guy after guy understall or through a in a public restroom or on my knees, naked in a porntheatre out in the open sucking of stranger after stranger while other guys watched and waited for their turn to use my mouth (about 9 out of 10 guys who used me in there wanted blowjobs) or in porn theatre private booths where I would get on my knees naked with the door left open and guy after guy would come in. the more cocks I suck, the more I want.gloryholes taught me it doesn't matter what the guy attached to the cock looks like, I just need that hard cock in my mouth and cum down my throat.i used to stop at the porntheatre on my way home from school and suck off 7 or 8 guys in an hour.or skip class and blow guys all day.once I became a bathhouse cumdump most guys just wanna fuck me but I still love being on my knees sucking off cock after cock. I have sucked over 25 cocks in a day several times. how much do you love sucking cock? how many?have you sucked off many groups?

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

Part 1 My name in Bradley Bartholomew Barrington. It was during my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18 and was starved for sex. I had heard from people I chatted with on line that the bathhouse was a great place to lose my virginity. I was warned to be careful since most guys who went to the baths preferred to fuck raw. As much as bareback sex war a turn on, I knew it could be risky. Most of my straight friends preferred to fuck their girlfriend without rubbers, but I didn't want to catch anything so early in my sex life. I worked things out with a friend to cover for me so I could hit the bathhouse on a Friday night. I followed some advice I was given and made sure I was 'cleaned out' and ready to be fucked (if it came too that), heading to the bathhouse around 10 pm, trying to get in before it got too busy and they increased the cover to get inside. I parked down the block not wanting anyone to recognize my car in the parking lot and walked down the block. I made sure to have my own rubbers to use and walked down the block. I walked I through the door where a cute guy (maybe in his mid to late 20's) greeted me asking me for my ID and if I wanted a room or locker. I asked how much for each and was told $40 for a room and $15 a locker. I only had $20 and went for a locker. He gave me a towel and a key and told me that with the locker I was good for 48 hours before I'd have to renew the locker. He could tell this was my first visit to the baths and he suggested I check out the hot tub first. I found my locker, stripped down and put my towel around my slim waist. I'm sure to most of the guys there I looked too young to be I the bathhouse. At 5'8", 130 pounds, with barely enough hair above my 7"cock, arm pits and legs they'd all think I was barely 16, but, of course, I had to be legal to through the door. Once I was situated I made my way around checking things out. It wasn't the crowded but I found a cute guy (close to my age by the looks of it, I'm guessing early 20's). I'm guessing he was about 6' and had a nice slim, swimmer's build with a smooth muscular chest. He was sitting on the edge of the hot tub and I guess that was a good place as any to relax for a while before checking out more if the place. I sat across from him and he smiled at me as his cock began to grow (as did my own). He motioned for me to come sit by him and I figured that this was a good if time as any to meet someone. I moved over to his side of the hot tub and sat down as he moved into the tub to join me under the water. He introduced himself as Seth and commented that he'd never seen me around before tonight. I admitted that I had just turned 18 and wanted to check this place out. He told me about himself that he was 26 and came her for the first time about the same age and he was guided in the baths by an experienced older guy. He added that I needed to be careful, that many guys would want to prey on a cute young thing like me. I let him know that I was aware of that and I only play safe and showed him that I bought my own rubbers. He leaned in close to me giving me a kiss on my ear as he said that he played safe too, then suggested we go back to his room and get to know each other better. He now gave me a real kiss on the lips as our tongues mixed in a heated exchange. He then guided my hand to his hard cock and then placed his hand on mine. I could tell he was experienced as we got really into making out. He stood up and took me by the hand leading me from the hot tub, down the hall and towards his room. Once we got to his room we went inside and he shut the door behind us. The room consisted of a large bed, with a TV in the corner and a small bathroom with a shower. He kissed me again as he guided me down on the bed. He paused to ask me if I smoked pot. I let him know that I loved weed. He pulled out a water bong and lit it up taking the first hit before handing the bong to me for me to get a nice hit. He told me to hit it again since he'd smoked earlier I the night. I took five good hits as he urged me on and DAMN, it was good shit! While I was smoking Seth began to suck my hard cock. The more I smoked the more sensitive my cock was getting. I've never had weed affect me like this, and I liked it. After the fifth hit he came up and sucked the smoke from my mouth before I could exhale. This turned into another great kiss before he guided my head to his hard cock. I never realized the size of his tool until I tried to go down I him. I had sucked off a couple classmates off, but none of their cocks were as big as his. Seth sensed my inexperience with his size and coached me as I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. Soon his cock was at the entrance to my throat and I want sure I could take him in any further until he told me to inhale through my nose as I went down on him. The next time I went down I took a deep breath through my nose as I felt Seth's hands on the back of my head. When his cock hit my throat he applied a little bit of pressure I the back of my head and his cock slid into my throat. He had me hold it there for a little while before letting me move back up so I could let my breath out before breathing in again as I went back down. This time I was able to get him into my throat on my own. I began to get a nice rhythm going hoping I'd get my first taste of cum, especially as none of the guys I had sucked in the past had ever cum, so I really wanted to see what cum tasted like. I could tell he was getting close when he pulled me off of his hard cock letting me know there was plenty of time for me to swallow cum later. He wanted to smoke some more with me. He packed the pipe with some more pot and I wasn't sure, but it looked like he added something else, but I didn't care, I was getting alive and getting very horny. While I lit up and took a couple of hits, Seth pulled a bottle of Gatorade from his bag and took a drink then offered me some as he took the pipe from me. After working on his cock my mouth was in need of something wet. I took a big drink as Seth the pipe offering me the smoke from his lungs. After that shotgun I was still thirsty and Seth told me that I could finish the bottle since he had more. I downed the rest of the bottle and took the bong from him and took a few good hits. It was at this time Seth pushed me onto my back, lifted my legs and began to lick my hole. I've read abut rimming and this was my first time experiencing the pleasure. I began to feel very hot and my horniness grew as I seemed to ever a slight fog. As Seth expertly tongued my hole the sensation sent my senses into overdrive. He also began to finger my hole and, as he put it, ready it for his cock. He was gentle at first as he explained he needed to stretch me open and that it might burn a bit as he opened me up. While he was working me open he told me to look at the video on the TV, that what was happening to the twink on the screen was going to happen to me soon. In the video the twink was getting fucked by another young guy. The one thing that caught my attention was that the twink was getting fucked raw, but I knew Seth says he played safe so I wasn't worried. Everything was good with him sticking in one finger. Then he rimmed me some more and warned that he was going to try two fingers with some lube. I felt his two digits ease inside me as he flexed them to help 'stretch me' and I felt the burn he mentioned. It didn't last long before I felt a third finger side I with ease as Seth kissed and licked my inner thighs. He has me moaning as he worked my hole open. When Seth pulled his fingers from I felt so empty I begged him to stick them back inside me. He wasn't one to disappoint as he slid three fingers back in flexing them as he had done with his two earlier again I felt the burn as he stretched me open. This elicited a pleasurable moan from me as he worked in deeply. Then, when he pulled his fingers out, he said it was time to get me laid.

For me, it depends on where I am, who the top is, and what I want that day. I have one FB who loves to fuck long and hard, and I love it. I have a few other fbs who just want a hole to breed, and I love that too. I will admit that I love a good fuck, but I also love a pump and dump, especially when there are many guys.

I prefer piss up my hole as well. Even better if I am getting stealthed with it. He has no idea how much I love it.

I prefer any position that involves having his hard cock in my hole. Top's choice. As a bottom my goal is to service him and get him off in any position he deems necessary.

Very hot, love your work

I've arranged a stopover on a business trip, and plan to be at the MM next week -- lucked out, because I've been eager to get to one of these or FSM. I love fucking a used, hungry hole, and I figure this is a place for that. Which one will get my load bred into it? Any advice for a first-time top? I plan to wear boots, cock ring, harness, and maybe a vest. Is there any place to smoke tiny hits of weed? I love rimming and felching. Is there much of that? I'm glad to hear the bottoms can also suck the tops -- always nice to have a boy get me hard before using his ass.

Near Home—August, 2019 The idea that the bookstore was my only source of fun for the summer was beginning to wear on me. But it really did seem the only answer. I couldn’t host with my house full of fellow employees. A drive to my friends and fuck buds who live in the area would use up too much time in driving so play would be short. This year, I had no one come to town to see me and help out with the gallons of semen churning, unused, in my balls. So I went to the bookstore. The first trip in August was so bad I don’t need to record anything much about it, other than to say I did nothing but watch a movie and stroke. Every man there felt it was hotter to watch an older, over tanned and truly ugly woman give head to her equally ugly husband in the straight theatre. After that, I resolved I needed to not go on the same day and the same time. By the next week, I changed some scheduling at work and got away for a Sunday afternoon instead. It made all the difference in the world. It didn’t hurt that the right men were there—and they were men who understood group play… When I arrive, not a soul is in the straight theatre. I sigh and walk over to the gay side. Two men, just a couple of years younger than me are taking turns sucking each other. They don’t stop when I enter. The one getting sucked waves me over to join them. I unbutton and stick my semihard into the mouth of the man currently getting blown. Soon I have both men on me. The guy sucking the sitting man gets a turn on my dick and the other goes from my cock to my balls. I let that go on for quite a long time. Soon enough, I am on my knees, taking turns on their two cocks. “You have to fuck me with that thing.” It’s the guy who blew me first, eager for it up his ass. He strips off his faded jeans and Andrew Christian underwear. He kneels on the chair and presents me with his ass. I’ve seen him get fucked before, but have never been in his ass. And I’m sure that he is a condom guy. The third man moves around to feed the potential fuckee his cock. I begin to eat out the hole presented to me. It’s a hot August day and there is plenty of sweat mixed with residual Irish Spring. My tongue has him moaning around the cock in his mouth. I dig deep and am so ready to fuck. I stand up and slap my cock against his hole. “I don’t have a Magnum,” I say. “Just fuck me,” he groans, taking the cock out of his mouth. “Fuck him raw,” says the other guy, who shoves himself back into the waiting mouth. I now think they may be partners from the practiced way they have shared my dick. I spit on my cock and go in slowly. I bottom out easily. He’s slick and warm. I hold for a second as a new man walks in. He’s gym built and 25 years younger than any of us fucking. He whips out a stubby dick and strokes it as I begin to fuck. “That is so hot,” says the man in his mouth. The guy I’m fucking is stroking himself and trying to keep sucking the dick in front of him, but he keeps stopping to tell me how good it feels. Soon the built guy moves behind the guy getting his cock sucked and begins working his nipples through the worn t-shirt he’s wearing. The man groans and explodes into the fuckee’s mouth. This causes the man I’ve fucking to shoot as well. He clamps down hard on my cock as his cum spatters onto the seat of the chair. We all disengage. They dress and I start to put my cock away. “Don’t do that,” says the built guy. He kneels and takes my dick, fresh from the guy’s ass and sucks it. “This is going up my ass.” The first couple thanks me and leaves. The built guy pulls off my dick and whips out his phone. “Can I? No face.” I nod. He takes a picture of my wet dick. “Let me send this to my bud. He’s in the arcade.” He does—adding a quick message. Then he’s back to giving me some really good head. I can’t wait to eat out his gym built ass. The door opens. A big, beefy man walks in wearing a Cubs tee. “I need to see this in person,” he says, with a wave at my cock in his friend’s mouth. He kneels next to his bud. My dick is soon passed back and forth. The beefy guy is not as good with his mouth, but I love how he thinks. He says “Don’t you want this cock up your ass? I sure do.” They agree and strip out of shorts and tees. We use a different chair. Gym Built goes ass up first. I eat his hole. His cheeks are like iron—solid mounds of flesh I have to work to pull apart.... FOR THE REST OF THE POST VISIT: https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/09/you-gonna-take-his-load.html

wonderful story! if i was in this position, would also willingly accept any and all breeding, toxic, POZ cum loads. this would be the absolute perfect way to finally get what i've been thinking about for a loooong time.

Love that the guy used a random condom as lube

Arranged a party for load swapping via bbrt in E15 sauna, but no one signed up. I arrived hoping that some would have seen the advert and come anyway, but was initially disappointed by an empty darkroom. I got bored after about 5 minutes and went wandering around to see if anyone was elsewhere in the sauna. In the basement a naked man with oil was being watched by another and when he saw me, he started following me up the stairs back to the darkroom, iiwas wondering if he were one of those I'd invited. Once in the darkroom another man joined us and shared sucking both our cocks. But then given my hopes for barebacking dashed them by insisting on a condom. The other guy played around my arse crack, but I ended up fucking the one with a condom, whilst the other guy merely came all over my buttocks. This wasn't working out as I'd imagined. After a quick toilet break, I returned to better fortunes, when a guy with a nice firm arse clearly wanted me to fuck him bare. So when fully erect I took him up the arse and really got into the joy of feeling my bare cock sliding up him. As we fucked I bent my arms round to strokr his cock. This was a mistake as after but one touch he came in my hand and his ardour dimished and ended the bare fuck prematurely. I was again disappointed! in the other section of the darkroom was an older TV/TS guy, who came over to me. He'd a very small dick that he wanted sucking and after some preliminary play, he suggested going over to a cubicle. In there I lay on his front as he attempted to take me with his small dick, it wasn't big enough to enter. But he persevered and I moved to the end of the couch, where he was able to start ploughing my arse. As his thrustungs became more intense, he opened the door of the cubicle. he obviously liked the idea of others being able to see, then he thusts were accompanied by groans as he unloaded himself into me. I was getting up to leave the cubicle, when I thought he was showing interest in being fucked by me, but I misinterpreted the situation, instead he re-locked the cubicle, bent me over and proceeded shagging me again and once again resulting in a noisy climax and opening of the cubicle door as his ardour increased. Two loadings from the same guy! I returned to the darkrrom well lubricated to discober several people in the room, amybe some were here encouraged by my advert after all. These guys all ahd barebacking in mind and I was soon ploughing the arse of one guy;s tight arse. This again was pleasurable but in the end he couldn't cope with the size of my dick. This is when to my great surprise the guy who hade already loaded me twice came into the darkroom, got me to crouch at the end of the bed and proceeded for a third time to penetrate my anus. This guy had got great stamina and this time instead of an energetic grunt, added his third load into me whilst holding his cock within me long and hard in postion. I'd never before had received multiple loads from the same man. (Did he have some ulterior motive?) I then completed a memorable visit to the darkroom, by finishing myself off with another hungry cumdump with a desire for as many cocks as he could get!

just dumped my load in another slutty little daddys boy cumdumps. i love fucking boys that are hungry for their dads meat.They're always so piggy. Even better when they're actually getting it. This slutty twink told me its on his wish list but hasn't gotten it yet. So I got him to let me fuck him on his dads bed and I even wore his dads shirt. he called me daddy and begged me to fuck him hard. cute body, cute face, nice deep throat, nice loose hole. but he did me one better than usual. he actually had 3 used condoms full of his dads cum that he pulled out of the trash when they were fresh and saved them in the freezer.i used the cum to lube his pussy and my cock and fucked his own fathers cum into his ass. I can tell when boys really wanna get fucked by their own father and when they are playing at it and this boy wants it BAD.i love it

I have spent many many hours in ABS’s and have sucked and swallowed a couple of thousand cumloads. Most of my time was spent in booths and I probably had a good 50% suckcess rate. I found this one ABS that had a small theater room and that just fueled my slut side even more and I became a true cockwhore in there. Guys really get into watching me do my thing on another guy and I enjoy every minute of it. If I didn’t have to work, I would be in there every day.

Usually, a great gay sex stories starts of with something along the lines of: "Jonas did not feel the silent eruption of Fernando's cock and the huge load that was stealthily injected deep within his guts as Fernando fucked him brutally against the bedroom wall" but that is so cliche, a word which here means "used so many times that it doesn't make a great story", that I will try my best to not use it as an opening line to grab your attention. Instead, what you are about to read is a long and sometimes monotonous recollection of stories that I have collected from my research of the notorious Fernando and his scheme to infect as many guys as he could with an mutated strain of HIV which, I am sorry to say, is incurable. If you came across this story in the hope of finding paragraphs after paragraphs of fluttery images on intimate sex, a married couple or a happily ever after, then I am also sorry to say that you have clicked on the wrong link. In which case, I would highly recommend that you quickly close this browser, open a fresh one in Google and type in "happily ever after gay stories" where you could blissfully indulge yourself in the hundreds of feel good story written by talented writers across the world. Fernando is best described as a man who lives a dangerous life of stealth gift-giving. The phrase "stealth gift-giving" here which means to "fuck a guy senseless and pass on an untreatable mutated strain of HIV without them knowing, killing them in the most horrific way possible" and has nothing to do with our old Santa Claws friend who secretly hides gifts for children under the Christmas tree. It helped greatly in his conquest to lure men into their own demise by hitting the gym everyday and had developed a body to die for - which you probably would if you get to met Fernando - with dark blue eyes as rich and deep as the fiercest thunderstorms in the Pacific Ocean. His curly blond locks was often hidden under a stained black cap which did a marvellous job at hiding his identity. It was early in the morning when Fernando started chatting with a new guy whose profile just popped up on his Grindr grid. "Sup?" Fernando typed, and waited impatiently for a reply. "Hey," replied the man on the other side. "How are you?" "I'm good mate. What is your name?" Fernando asked. A smile spread across his face as it always does when he knew that sex was on its way. "It's Jonas," Jonas replied. I will not bore you with the tedious conversation that went back and forth, which often does on dating apps such as this one, but after a considerable amount of time, Fernando finally popped in the question that moved the plot forward, "Look, I am all alone in my apartment at the moment." He reached down into his sweatpants and began rubbing his dick which instantly twitched and grew in size. "Do you want to come over for coffee?" The phrase, "coming over for coffee", as I'm sure you know, doesn't necessary imply that coffee would be served when you come over. Instead, there are most likely some other strings attached such as coffee and helping to clean the house or coffee and go out for some ice cream. Unfortunately for Jonas, Fernando's house was always kept clean and tidy and was lactose intolerant. In fact, Fernando doesn't even own a coffee machine so when he said "coming over for coffee", what he really meant was "Do you want to come over for some hot pump and dump?"And the only strings that was attached was a hook, line and sinker, in which, I am sad to say, Jonas easily fell for. The doorbell rang sharply fifteen minutes later and it echoed throughout the apartment. Fernando opened the door to see a shy young man standing outside with tight blue jeans that showed off his bulge nicely and a loose fitted sweater which covered, much to Fernando's disappointment, Jonas's muscular physique. "Hello," said Jonas softly. Fernando could tell that he was a bit nervous and pulled him straight into his lair. He locked the door quickly behind him and they both started making out immediately. They slowly made their way into the bedroom and without a word, Fernando gently undressed Jonas and pushed Jonas's head down in the direction of his cock, which was already fully erected under his sweatpants. Fernando reached down to finally pull his pants away to reveal a 7-inch juicy hard cock; his precum glistening in the morning light as it entered thought the window. Fernando laid down on his back and grabbed Jonas's head between his own two strong hands and skull fucked him, pushing his hips upwards to match Jonas's sucking rhyme. From the muffling sounds that Jonas was making, one could clearly tell that he was enjoying it. Fernando then yanked Jonas's slim body onto his and started making out while trying to reposition him so that his spit covered cock was aiming at Jonas' plucker. Just as the head was about to enter, Jonas grabbed Fernando's cock and pulled it aside. "Do you have a rubber?" Jonas asked, as disappointment painted her ugly colour all over Fernando's face. The term "rubber'' here refers to a "life saving device that separated Jonas from Fernando infecting him with an incurable disease" and not an eraser you find in your pencil case, although I always wish he was referring to the latter one so I could use it to somehow erase all traces of my distance memory living with Fernando when we were together. "Yeah, I have one in my small wooden drawer," Fernando replied bitterly, as he leaned down to grabbed one of his tampered condoms in his small wooden drawer. He ripped the packaging quickly as to hide the various pinhole he had made earlier to the package and rolled it on slowly over his dick to assure Jonas that there was nothing to worry about. It is usually dangerous to safety assume anything even if you are sure that something is true. For instance, you could be driving the same road to work and safety assume that the road conditions would be the same everyday. Then one day as you turn the corner, someone - probably during the night while everyone was asleep - had coated the road with a slick layer of oil and now your car is spinning wildly out of control, all because you assume that it was going to be the same road condition as yesterday. You could therefore see how assuming can actually be dangerous and, in some cases, even kill you. "I can safely assume that you have put on a condom," Jonas said, slowly sitting on Fernando's dick and swallowing it up inch by inch. "And that it is not dangerous if we fuck." An evil smile spread across Fernando's face. "And you could safety assume that the condom will be in place during the entire fuck session," Fernando said, knowing very well that assumptions are dangerous and, in some cases such as this one, could even kill you. Jonas wasn't listening as Fernando began to push his hips and cock deeper and deeper until it was balls deep. Jonas rolled his eyes back and began to ride the cock, occasionally slipping out words such as "fuck" and "ooohh" and phrases such as "fuck me harder" from time to time. I am sorry to say that during the fucking and the assumption that Jonas had made that he did not hear the condom popping while it was inside of him, only a different feeling of euphoria as the head of Fernado's cock made contact with the soft lining of Jonas's arse. I am also sorry to say that Jonas did not feel the head of Fernando's cock swelling up as he fucked Jonas from behind as he laid there on his stomach and I am especially sorry to say that Jonas did not feel the silent eruption of Fernando's cock and the huge load that was stealthily injected deep within his guts as Fernando fucked him brutally against the bedroom wall. Fernando pushed his cock as deep as he could to ensure that the load remained within Jonas where his babies could get to work converting him to one of his own kind. As both men recovered from the fucking session, Fernando expertly rolled off the condom with his hands and covered the tip of the condom - which was empty of course - with his palm to hide the fact that it had ripped during the fuck and quickly disposed of it, only letting Jonas see a small part of it to remind him that his assumption of using a condom was perfectly safe. Fernando gave Jonas his clothes and gestured him the way out without saying a word. He had succeeded once more in passing his genes and, sadly, there would be many more men who will fall prey to his traps in the many years to follow. It would have been several weeks later until I will have met Jonas at a friend's birthday party where he would share his intimate stories of the sex he had with Fernando. He never knew that he had been stealth that night it wasn't for the fact that he woke up the middle of the night with cum leaking between his legs, which he thought that it was so hot that he used it to jerk with all night long. He later confronted Fernando back at his apartment who admitted that the condom had indeed broke during the fucking session but fearing for Jonas's reaction, he decided to keep it a secret. "You already have my cum inside you once before," Fernando said as he rubbed his dick through his pants, "and I know you enjoyed it. Why don't you close your eyes and ride on this cock again?" "I don't think that is a good idea," Jonas protested. "I don't do this often," Fernando lied. "Beside, I just got tested and I am safe" which was the biggest lie of them all. It seemed to have done the trick though as in a matter of moments, Jonas was on top of Fernando's juicy cock once again, all bare this time. Fernando managed to pumped out two loads into Jonas's gut that day and what seemed like a few hours of pleasure later would turn into a lifetime of regrets. *** To my kind readers, I have manage to track down the whereabouts of Fernando but I fear that he is closing on my trails so I have relocated someplace in the country. Please look out for a red door, a mysterious hole in the wall and whatever you do, stay away from the bartender there if you wish to not be infected with the incurable strain of HIV. You will find more information in the manuscript INTO THE MAZE. It is only with your help that I could put Fernando behind bars and bring him to justice. With all due respect, Ganthian Raph

This is a serial story I've been working on; it's finished through a good stopping point - but if there's enough interest, I can continue it further. There's also a side story already in the works. So - at least as far as THIS story goes, it will not be abandoned before a resolution. ***** "I detest that little shit!" I looked at Rick, puzzled. "Who? Why?" "The little dude over there in the green shorts hitting on that big musclebear." "Why - were you planning to go after that guy yourself?" "Not my point. Do you remember an obnoxious condom nazi who got himself banned from the bathhouses and the sex clubs who insisted everyone call him Theo?" "Oh, right... wait... that's him?! I remember him being a twink that turned up his nose at anyone who wasn't shaved from nose to toes." "He was... then I guess he realized he was aging out of the Twink zone, dropped out of sight for a few months and reappeared with a surprisingly heavy pelt grown back, a neat little beard and telling everyone to call him "Teddy" now - and instead of other hairless "little boy" types, now he chases muscle bears - emphasis on the muscle. If you recall, my big problem with him was that he had a vicious little habit of focusing his condom-nazi bullshit on guys HE didn't think were attractive - most often chunky bears and older men - and try and get them thrown out, like he was trying to turn a bathhouse into a hall of his own personal fantasy men. Well, he's still as big a body fascist as ever - to guys like the one he's talking to he's sweet as pie; if one's a little too old, a little too pudgy or whatever ... he's one of the nastiest little queens around ... unless he's trying to impress a potential trick, of course. On top of that, he went from condom nazi to Truvada campaigner - telling everyone it was a great *backup* in case a condom broke - to quietly dropping that and turning into a major PrEP Pig. I can only guess that at some point, one of those musclebears - on being told Ted was on PrEP - just held him down, raw-fucked him cross-eyed and he realized what he'd been missing all these years." "Aaaah, right, all the gossip is coming back to me now... I never ran into the little fuck, he never seemed to infest the sex clubs I like." "That's because all the sex club owners pre-emptively banned him when the first bathhouse banned him for his condom nazi tricks. Apparently he thought those places were beneath him until he got himself banned from all the bathhouses - and by then he was unwelcome at the sex clubs too. I know the owner of the Pig Trough and apparently Ted threw quite a fit when they wouldn't let him in, and would only tell him that it was because he'd been banned from the bathhouses. It's a little strange if you're expecting them to be competitive - but the owners of all the tubs and sex pits know each other and they share info about troublemakers. Usually it's druggies, dealers or guys who don't have even a rough idea of what 'consent' is - but Ted there got under their skin. I mean, sure they want to know about some kinds of misbehavior - especially if it's someone making a mess, literal or figurative they'll have to clean up - but a tattle-tale about guys he didn't find attractive who were fucking raw wasn't anything they wanted to deal with." "You said he's on PrEP?" I asked, and Rick nodded back. I started to chuckle. "What's so funny, Max?" "My buddy Logan is going to be visiting in about two weeks; he recently found out his strain of the bug is extremely resistant to Truvada; since he knows I'm as big a gift-giving perv as he is, he asked if I wanted to be exposed and of course I said yes. Now, I'm not Ted's type - maybe 'muscle bear' enough, but too old for his tastes. But from what you've said and going by that dude he's been chatting up, I bet he'd be all over Logan trying to get into his pants. He's about 6'4, built, covered in silky black fur and has a shaved head and a thick black beard. Oh, and a nice thick 8" to plow his dirty seed into any hole he can." "And you're thinking of siccing him on Teddy to see if that nasty strain can punch through the PrEP and knock Teddy up? I love it!" "Yeah - Logan used to brag about 'one fuck and knocked up' because his strain was so infectious; I don't know if it still is after whatever brought in the PrEP resistance, but it's sure worth a try if we can make it happen. He hasn't got any poz ink to give it away - while he gets off on any kind of breeding, he LOVES to stealth." "Damn... I'm getting a chub just thinking about it. I know a few guys in Teddy's orbit who'll know about what apps he's on and stuff." I looked at Rick. "This sounds like it's personal for you." "It's not about me, if that's what you mean. I don't want to talk about it right now, though." I dropped the point and we went on to chat about other things, and Rick later dropped me an email with a list of Teddy's hookup app and website accounts. I read them over and then contacted Logan - who, as I predicted, LOVED the idea; not just the stealthing part, but as someone who'd fuck anyone with facial hair and could be friendly with anyone else he loved the idea of sticking it to a former condom nazi who'd targeted "unattractive" men, and who was rude to anyone he didn't want to fuck. We talked about making some judicious edits to his own profiles to optimize his appeal to Teddy - who, for example, said he wasn't into "mansmells". (I'd just have to thoroughly tongue-bathe Logan before he showered to go after the little shit.) So - a photo of his arm in a bicep pose with his hairy armpit dripping sweat got recaptioned from "Wallow in my musk" to "I work out hard!" and other similar tweaks. He set up his travel dates to show a later arrival than he really had, so he and I would have time for our fun and getting set up for his pursuit of Teddy.

Part 52 Randy and I were both startled by this gasp and rolled over to look towards the kitchen doorway. There stood my straight friend, with his mouth agape and staring at us wide-eyed in shock. I could tell he was having trouble wrapping his mind around what he was looking at. His mouth kept opening and closing, trying to figure out what to say and not being able to put into words what he wanted to say. Here I was under Randy with his huge cock still deep inside my ass, on my back with both legs wrapped around him. What a sight it must have been to my straight friend who had no idea what I had been up to. Randy took his time pulling his cock out of me and rolling off of me. He was in no way embarrassed it seemed. As he got off of me, my legs were still widespread and I could feel some cum slipping out of my hole and running down across my balls. It must have been quite a huge shock to see from a guy who knew nothing about this kind of thing. I am sure he didn't even realize, yet, that he had already taken a hot load earlier. He was going to be in for another shock real soon. My friend finally dropped into a chair with his mouth still trying to make coherent sounds. His eyes were bugged out and I could tell he was completely shocked and surprised by what he had just seen. Randy and I were having trouble trying not to laugh at the looks going across his face. He just sat there with his mouth opening and shutting and his face getting redder by the minute and his eyes bugged out and rapidly blinking. It was quite a sight to see and I couldn't help but wonder what he was going to look like after I told him he had already taken a load in his own ass just like I had? I also wondered about when he found out those loads were very high viral loads of hiv cum? This was going to be, I was quite sure, both comical and tragic. What would my friend do when he found out what had happened? Not much he could do except to rush his ass to the hospital to get PEP to hope it stopped his infection, that is if he could even think straight after he found out. I decided I had better get at least some shorts on and get him calmed down. I got up and grabbed my shorts and went to the kitchen to start some coffee. When I came back my friend was calmed down a little and was sitting with his head in his hands. I told him he should come to the kitchen table so we could have a cup of coffee and talk. He got up and walked like a zombie to the kitchen and collapsed in a chair. In a few minutes, the coffee was ready and I got us each a cup and then Randy walked in so I got him one also. My friend was looking at us both like he saw aliens or something. He still was not comprehending what he had seen. I then told him to get ready for a triple shock. He looked up then and his face was definitely a study in questioning. I started to tell him and stopped a few times before I could put into sensible words what I wanted to say. First off I told him the reason I had not been around as much lately is that I had become entangled in man to man sex, mainly out of curiosity to start with and then it had become almost an obsession. I told him about my new neighbor and owner of the property and the one who had first done me. I then went on to tell him about several others I had had sex with including Randy who I finally introduced him to, also explaining that Randy was also an exotic male dancer. After all this, my friend's eyes were kind of bugging out again. I told him about him getting way too drunk to drive home and that he had somehow staggered outside in my backyard where he had dropped his shorts and took a piss. I told him I had tried to get him back into the apartment, but that he had been too out of it to make it and too heavy for me to carry so I had left him out there hoping he would sober up a little bit and then I could get him inside. I then told him that while I was inside waiting on him, he had apparently got up from the ground, dropped his shorts, maybe to take another piss of something, and had passed out bent over the picnic table out there with his shorts still at his ankles. He still had not said a word yet. I then told him that I came back outside in a bit to check on him and, this part was kind of hard to tell him, found Randy with his big cock rammed up his ass. His eyes got even wider at that. I told him I had told Randy he was married and was straight and not into man to man and he shouldn't have done that. Rand broke in to say he was so sorry about that, but that with him bent over like he was and his pants down he had thought he was just one of the usual guys that were around here. I went on to say that by the time I got there, Randy had already just cum up his ass. Since it was too late to stop, we had just come inside ourselves and since Randy was a fantastic stud, we had done it ourselves also and that was when he walked in on us just as we finished up. My friend finally was able to speak a bit and told us that must be why his ass was sore and seemed to be damp. Randy and I just nodded. My friend then asked what the third thing was since I had said it would be a triple shock. I definitely had trouble putting into words this next part to him. I finally got it out though as I told him that Randy had HIV and was not taking any meds, so his viral level was quite high and the load he had shot up my friends ass was probably a huge load since he always came a lot. My friend almost passed out then. I then decided to shut up and let him digest what had happened and to wait to see what he would do.

I have been stealthed just now.... I have been having no strings fun with this super sexy black man for over a year now. He has great pecs that he likes for me to lick and suck before I get started on his beautiful 7.5 inch dark thick dick. He loves to lean over and play with my "pussy" while I suck him...he pushed my head down as he did it this time, which made him go into my throat. It was incredible. I love that he calls my hole his pussy. Made me super horny. He told me to assume the position...and I did it quickly, ass up, legs and thighs spread, chest and shoulders on the bed. He usually just slowly enters me, but I could tell from his stance, he wasnt mounting me just yet. Instead, he had lubed up a black dildo and started opening me up. It was a long one, and I could tell he was trying to open up my inner ring. It was a little painful, but once he was through, my prostate started quaking. He left the dildo in and started tapping the end in different spots until it started really thumping my prostate good. When I was close to having a full body prostate orgasm, he said, "yeah baby, let that pussy cum boy..." and I did... so good... he pulled out the dildo quickly and thrust inside my pussy with his dick....I had another pussy orgasm and I could swear I felt him cum within a minute...but in the throes of my own orgasm I couldn't tell. Now, he has fucked me several times, but never bred me. He pulled out and lay on his back and started jacking his dick. He said, "stuff that pussy with the dildo and jack your dick boy." I did as he asked and started sucking his nipple closest to me while we jacked. He came, but not very much. I, on the other hand nutted A LOT...he smiled, and we cleaned up and I headed home. I just sat on the toilet, and it looked like a horse had inseminated me from all the cum. I need to tell him next time that it is ok to breed me, that he doesn't have to pretend....but I'm definately not mad about it. I love when my top breeds my pussy.......

both have their place. long intense fuck sessions are the best if you're comfortable and into the other guy. but honestly? sometimes i just want a total stranger to bend me over, ram my hole for thirty seconds, and leave without a word while i'm lying there feeling used playing with the load some guy just knocked me up with. different drives altogether.

2 favourites for different reasons. 1st is laying blindfolded in the bathhouse public sling with nothing on but a jockstrap and anonymous strangers taking turns fucking me bareback and dumping load after load into my ass. i like how all the guys fucking me and watching me get fucked can see who i am but they are totally anonymous to me. 2nd is a fuckbench.that way i can suck a bunch of cocks while guys take turns using my mouth and ass at the same time.my favourite thing to do when i get fucked is to suck cock. plus it gets guys hard to fuck me next.its usually in a dark room so im just some anonymous cumdump with a hot body to use.

what was pervy thing u said that was so wrong? if so email me it. I'm a real perve with no limits and would do anything to know. I hope this pic motivates an answer kdragon364@gmail.com

Part 2 I slowly lifted his shirt up his body, not fully undressing him. Before he knew what was happening, he was underneath me on the mattress, his jeans unbuttoned, with one of my hands still groping his nipples and the other hand sliding underneath his briefs, down his dick and balls and resting over his hole. I knew Chris was smooth, but through touch I confirmed he didn't have a single hair on his genitals or his hole. Didn't even have a single chest hair. I felt my dick stir. Fuck. It's like the boy knew exactly what I liked. Don't get me wrong - I've fucked my fair share of girls, but total smoothness on a boy is completely different. It's not exactly feminine, it's more of acceptance that he is a faggot and a boy, not a man. And unlike with girls, the only reason boys shave and wax is to hopefully please certain men. I could no longer resist. I roughly grabbed the belt of his skinny jeans and ripped them off of him. Fuck, I was going to go insane from lust. Chris' legs were perfectly smooth and highlighted his very toned calves. I could tell how deep his tan was by his deep speedo tanline. Chris must've caught me looking at him with the eyes of a predator. "You like that?" he asked. "Oh, baby...", I groaned. "Oh...baby...." I ran my hands over his body, just groping whatever I can get. He felt so good. His body was cold from being outside, but with my giant wall of muscle cradling him and my hands running all over him, I was going to warm him up fast. I pulled Chris' shirt off next, and decided to leave his jockstrap on. He was wearing a thin black one with white stripes, and it looked hot stretched out over his smooth bubble butt. "Oh...fuck, babe," I kept whispering to myself. I unwrapped him like a present. I took his dick out of his jockstrap, already completely limp from the Tina. Just how I like it. Guys like to play with a faggot's dick, even suck it, but I had already decided for Chris he wasn't going to be using it much. "Daddy! Don't!" Chris cried out as I squeezed his dick hard. I smirked. I wasn't going to keep torturing him, but I just wanted to hear him cry out. And it made me feel happy to hear the boy call me daddy. It didn't faze his affection for me though. Naked on my dirty mattress after i had just inflicted pain on him and enjoyed it, Chris turned to look at me with doe eyes. His pupils were dilated, and he looked a little cracked out already since it was his first time, but there was no mistaking the attachment and affection in his gaze. I had him in my lap (I was still fully clothed), one hand on his nipple and the other hand just softly grazing his hole. He wrapped his arms around my neck. "Daddy... you make me feel so good," Chris whispered. His delicate, angelic face pressed against my hard, muscled one. "Yeah baby? Daddy's gonna make you feel real good all the time," I uttered back in a deep, seedy whisper. My lips grazed his as my sentence trailed off. I started kissing him softly, then hungrily tongued him and slobbered over him, sloppy and aggressive. Then I'd get tender again. While kissing him, it occurred to me that he wasn't as tweaked as I wanted him to be yet. He was obviously high, wired and uncontrollably horny, but I prefer to have sex with sluts who are completely fucked up and barely even functional. When I broke the kiss, I held up the bong. "Want another hit, baby?" I asked. "Fuck yeah," Chris said excitedly. "Take another. Take a couple," I added with a grin. I pressed the mouthpiece of the bong to his lips and lit it up. The body of the bong was almost yellow with how thick the smoke was. He had to stop sucking halfway and exhale, blowing out a stream of the thickest white clouds I've seen in a while. But he wasn't done, and I pressed the bong to his lips again to make sure he emptied the smoke inside. He coughed and gagged, a little nauseous from the taste and the heaviness of the vapor. I gave him some time to recover - I didn't have anything to get the taste out, unfortunately, but that didn't mean he could stop hitting the bong. After he finished coughing, I immediately pressed the bong to his lips again and I didn't go easy on him, giving him just as intense of a hit the second time. I fucking torched the bowl. Almost immediately after, i dipped my finger into a tub of vaseline, then scraped a couple crystals, and slowly dug it into his fresh pink pussy. "Ahhh!" he moaned. He winced as the crystals slowly dissolved into his bloodstream, burning him from inside. I know it hurt, so i just let my fingers sit there for a bit and let him recover. Again, even though I was the one who caused him pain without warning or consent, he looked at me for comfort. Eyes desperate for a kiss to make the pain better. I quickly complied, making out with him sweetly as his hole finally adjusted. I slowly pulled my fingers out. He kissed me hungrily like he loved me. Maybe he did. Boys fall quickly like that. He didn't even know that he wasn't going to be leaving this dark room with its dirty mattress for the foreseeable future. His eyes were out of sync at this point, and he was muttering unintelligibly. A bit of drool was leaking from his lip and his body had small convulsions here and there every time he got a chill. "You feel good, baby?" I asked. "Yeahhh!" he practically yelled. "Fuck daddy, I wanna be a meth whore! All I want is more drugs and as much cock as I can get!" Parts of his speech went in and out, but I'm pretty sure that's what he said. His hand was over his hole, desperately trying to make it feel something. "Faggot," I growled, suddenly changing my tone. "You're finally where I want you. Two steps away from an overdose." This only turned Chris on. His blue eyes, which faded a little in color, glared at me in an attempt to focus on my face. "I want... I want to always be this fucked up when I'm with you," he said weakly. "Daddy... Daddy, can you fuck me? Please? I need it...I need it so bad." I put my mouth against Chris' ear and whispered, "Fucking faggot whore. Look at you begging for my dick inside your little cunt." "Please... please," he kept pleading. "Daddy, I need a dick inside my hole." In the ten minutes we've been laying together on this filthy mattress, I had become Daddy to Chris and he'd become Faggot to me. As far as I can remember, we never used our actual names with each other again. My lip curled as I got turned on by how our names solidified our new relationship. I grabbed him by his tiny waist and threw him on the other side of the mattress. "Spread your legs wide open, Faggot," I demanded. "Show me that pussy." Faggot wasted no time. He raised his legs and spread them as wide as he could. He even grabbed his asscheeks and pulled them apart with his hands, desperately trying to open his hole up more. Damn. It really was a pussy. It was smooth and bright pink. The hole was so tender and tight you would've thought it was untouched. Just looking at it made me want him to bear my children. I had to unbutton and unzip my jeans right away as my dick was getting so hard that it was hurting, trying to burst through my pants. It swooped right out, completely hard, pointing directly out from me. I'm proud of my dick. It's not a beer-can dick. It's not so thick. However, it's a full 10.5" of average girth, totally solid, uncut bone. It might have even been a little on the thin side. Now I don't know why, but even when I smoke Tina, my dick is always rock hard once I'm horny. It's like I had reverse erectile dysfunction, my dick always got the stiffest and hardest boners, ever since I was a boy. Occasionally, it could only get semi-hard if I do too much Tina, but a cock ring and a viagra quickly turn it into a rock pole. My manhood seemed to perfectly complement Faggot's cunt hole. It was so tight, the hardness and small girth would more easily enter. I wasn't going to risk damaging his hole just yet though. I need that thing to work for a long time. I squirted a ton of baby oil into the tub of vaseline and scooped a giant, gooey lather of the grease onto his hole, rubbing it in a little with my finger. I rubbed a light layer on my dick too. I tossed Faggot a fresh bottle of poppers, a silent order for him to prepare himself. Violently spun, he fumbled to unscrew the bottle and shakily snorted from both nostrils. Deep. Just as he was about to screw the cap back on, I stopped him. "Wait - 2 more deep hits," I ordered. The boy looked like he had been destroyed by the combined highs of the meth and the poppers. His blond hair was tousled, his blue eyes wonky, his white teeth chattery, and now he looked dizzy and unfocused. All he could produce were loud moans and "Oh...Fuck..." I took the bottle of poppers from him. I didn't trust him to put the cap on safely anyway. I took two deep hits too. Fuck. A wave of what can only be described as intense perversion swept over me, and as the poppers dotted my vision, I looked at Faggot through an even more degrading lens. He was so damn sexy with his tan smooth body and his legs spread open for me, it was even hotter that his clean cut appearance was trashed by how drugged up he was. As the rush of the poppers hit me and then swept behind me, all I could think about was fucking him however I wanted. I pressed my dick hard against his greased up pussy. It still met with a little resistance, but the poppers relaxed his hole significantly and opened it up a lot more. My dick was uncut, so the head didn't need to pop in first. It penetrated like a stick. "FUUUUUUCK YEAHHHH!" I roared like a beast. "OHHHH FUCK! FUCKKK IT'S IN!" Faggot yelled. My head spasmed with pleasure, and my eyes rolled back into my head. For a moment, I even thanked my parents for not circumcising me so that I could enjoy the full pleasure of the pussy I was in right now. The Faggot's breeding hole was warm, soft, and tightly wrapped around my dick. Most of all, he was wet too. His hole squirted like crazy from arousal. The drugs probably helped with that. My dick felt so much friction against his insides and was coated with so much of the oily lube and juice that my body shook from the sensations I felt. "Unh! Uhhhh!" he moaned like a bitch as I continued to push in deeper.. and deeper. Whenever he thought it couldn't get any deeper, I pressed his legs further back and shoved more in. His eyes widened as my dick hit a painful spot. Because it was so hard and didn't curve to the inside of his hole, it probably jammed deeper than his pussy could even take. "AHH! SO DEEP!" he screamed, wincing in pain. "YEAH?" I boomed. "YOU FEEL IT DEEP IN YOU?" "TOO DEEP! TOO DEEP!" he gasped. "Fuck you, Faggot. You'll get used to it," I said. And then I spit on him. It landed in a thick wad on the side of his perfect, shiny, tan cheek. He looked helpless, and if I could get any harder from that, I would've. My dick might've pulsed with arousal. A smooth twink with a smooth tight hole completely at my mercy, meaning no one was going to stop anything I did to violate or degrade him. I allowed Faggot to take two more deep hits of the poppers before moving my dick. Once the cap was screwed on, the gloves came off. I withdrew almost the entire length of my dick, which must've felt crazy for the boy, then plunged back in. And out and in again, and out and in again, so fast the Faggot could barely breathe and scream to keep up. My dick ripped through his pussy, stabbing in and out. Each stroke made me feel like his cunt was rubbing ecstasy straight into my dick. It definitely felt even better watching him yelp at the top of his lungs with each thrust. "UH! UH! UH! UH! AH! UHH!" "FUCK YOU, YOU STUPID SLUT! I'M GONNA FUCK THAT TWEAKED UP CUNT SO HARD BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING DESERVE, FAGGOT! YOU FUCKING WHORE TRASH!" I barked. I didn't care if he was loud. When I got verbal, I yell obscenities at whoever I'm fucking. I sound like a drill sergeant. His screaming and moaning and my aggressive roaring mixed together to fill the silent room with the explosive sound of sex. The fact of the matter is the household upstairs can complain all they want to the landlord, but their noise complaints go unheard. The landlord buys crack from me (after all, that's how I got the basement), so he's on my side and would do anything to keep the police from coming. I found out a week later they left before their lease ended because they couldn't live with the extremely loud sex through the thin ceiling/floor occurring at all times of day and weird times of night. I pounded Faggot for 40 minutes straight. His sexy legs and delicate smooth little feet bounced and flailed around my arms and shoulders the whole time as I fucked him. If a while went by without any harsh words reminding him his only worth was giving me pleasure with his body and pussy, I'd spit on him and slap him. At one point, I pulled out completely. Then I charged in, ramming straight to the deepest point I could possibly reach, and while his little body folded to take the impact, I spit straight into the center of his face, splattering from his nose to his cheekbones, then slapped him hard with the full force of my titanic, muscular strength. His face was so red it burned through the tan. He cried out in surprise and pain, but took it like a good slave boy. To reward him, I grabbed him by the hair and slapped him across the face three more times before spitting on him one more time and giving him a quick kiss. Then I grabbed one of his ankles and punch-fucked him for a minute straight. He was gasping for air, not even being able to react to the abuse happening so quickly and one after another. But no matter what I did, when he looked me in the eyes, it was the same expression of love, only shadowed by a bit of pleading. He was high as a kite and he couldn't help it, because the dick felt so good in him and he was so horny and hungry for a man to use him, all he could see was his strong, sexy, manly daddy. At this point, he knew that his daddy was depraved and sadistic. But dick and drugs could turn a boy into a hopeless lover. Finally, I felt the electric sensation of wanting to cum, an burning sensitivity rushing through my penis as it thrusted. I grabbed both his ankles hard enough to snap them off and buried my cock to the hilt as I unloaded one of the biggest nuts in recent memory. My whole body convulsed as I roared and gasped, shuddering as my cock just pulsed inside him, shooting jet after jet of my seed into him. He moaned in ecstasy as he felt my dick harden and vibrate. Then, everything became silent besides for our grunting and panting. I slowly pulled my dick out. A splash of cum was dragged back with it and popped out of his hole. One thick drop trickled down his tailbone. For a moment, all I could do is just touch him and finger him gently to feel the cum inside his hole. It was still so smooth and tender. It's amazing how something that felt so soft inside could withstand the brutal beating my dick just gave it. Faggot looked completely used up and laid limp, his legs having fallen on the mattress after his marathon of having them being split apart. He was still a handsome, beautiful boy even like this. I laid down next to him and caressed his face and body, kissing him. "Daddy," he groaned weakly. "I... i want more..." I smiled just a little, feeling pride in how much of a cock whore I turned him into in just an hour. Out of impulse, I suddenly decided to revise my plan for enslaving him. I was just going to take him. I got up and zipped my jeans up. From one of the cabinets I retrieved a brown leather leash with a 5 foot chain. I pressed my body down on Faggot to restrain him and clipped the collar of the leash around his neck. I looped a small padlock around where I clipped it and locked it shut. Then, I tied the chain around one of the pipes protruding from the wall and put a padlock around the tied chain. I had the keys in the main room, where he wouldn't be able to reach. Tweaked and confused, Faggot yanked experimentally at the chain. Then, he realized he was trapped, but he didn't panic. He looked at me with puppy eyes with a pleading look, just waiting for me to explain. I got on the mattress with my enslaved boy and held his naked body in my giant arms. "Listen, Faggot," I said softly. "I'm going to turn you into my whore. You're going to live here now, and you're never going to leave this fucking room, got it? I recorded everything that just happened, you doing the drugs and getting fucked, and I'm going to anonymously send it to your parents, teachers, friends, whoever I can get ahold of. You're never going to see or talk to any of those people ever again. I'm going to smash your phone, throw out your house keys, and keep your wallet. From now on, this is your new reality." Even violently high, Faggot was realizing the gravity of the situation. "Daddy... Please! Don't show anyone the video. Please," he begged. "I'll be a good boy. I'll do whatever you want. Please..." Tears welled up in his eyes, realizing the shock that would hit everyone he ever knew. I ran my hand through his hair. "Bitch, you're going to do whatever I want anyways. That's not going to stop me. I'm going to send it to all of them through your phone and tell them you couldn't resist your inner whore anymore and ran off to become a pornstar. And you're going to become a pornstar, because these videos are going on any porn site I can publish them on, and I'm going to make whatever money I can from filming you. From now on, your purpose is taking my dick whenever I'm horny and making money using your body and cunt. All of my nut goes in you. All of my piss goes in you or on you. There are going to be men coming in and out to come fuck you. That's because I'm going to sell your pussy to them. When I make a sale, I'll tell you to get ready." Faggot looked at me with fear and arousal. His lip trembled, and his handsome face looked almost pitiful. He looked so helpless and boyish I almost felt sorry for him until I remembered that he's just a piece of property now. Even still, I knew a small part of him was excited to be with me and embrace an endless cycle of drugs, sex, and personal and physical maintenance. ------ The next day, I woke up with Faggot in my arms. Being in the basement with no windows, I couldn't even tell what time it was or how long we slept. Last night, he cried a little bit after reality kicked in, but I gave him some weed to smoke and slept on the mattress with him instead of my bed. The boy calmed down eventually and fell asleep, and I fell asleep holding him. I let him continue to sleep. One perk of being here is that he doesn't have to wake up to an alarm. When he eventually did wake up, I was ready to introduce him the finer details of his new life. I made him a small breakfast of eggs and packaged fruit and brought him a gallon jug of water for the day. As he ate, I spoke. "We're going to have to have rules to keep you in place. "Let's start with the most important one. You can't refuse any man I sell you to. Old, ugly, fat, short, sweaty, smelly, I don't give a fuck. They pay, they fuck. If they want to fuck raw, which will be encouraged because I'm not supplying condoms, you take it raw. Nod if you understand." Faggot nodded vigorously, determined. "Second. Sometimes I'm going to have to take you out. I might take you on a house call to a john or to a bathhouse. I definitely have to take you to the doctor and get tested constantly since you'll be taking so much raw dick and cum. You're going to get diseases, so I gotta catch them fast so that you can still fuck. You need to go to a dentist, go to the gym, and tan. When we go out, I lead you by your leash and you keep a blindfold on. You get one outfit to put on: the one you wore here today. You hop right into the back of my van and wait for me to let you out." "People are also going to ask questions. They're going to see you filthy and dressed like a street whore when you show up to the doctor's office. Let me do the talking. Under no circumstances are you to talk to anyone when we go out unless it's a man who's going to fuck you. I want my whore to interact only with men who use you for sex. That'll be all you know and all the companionship you get. If you try to ask anyone for help, remember you'll be out on the street homeless with severe withdrawal from any number of drugs I'm gonna put you on. That, and before I go to jail, I'm going to beat the shit out of you. And you won't have any money or ID, because, third, any money you earn goes to me. Whatever you need, I buy for you if I want to. Including drugs. "Fourth, you keep cum inside you as long as you can. I will flush your hole out regularly to keep it clean, but you are a cum dump slut and when I fuck you at the end of the night, you better be oozing. I don't care how nasty the guys are who breed you, you respect them by letting their sperm inseminate every fiber of your being. "Fifth, you will always be high. I'll be fucking you up with all kinds of stuff of my choosing. I even got stuff to make you sleep. When men come to fuck you, you will always be tweaked beforehand and given more during or in-between. If you're going to be my whore, I'm going to force you to be heavily addicted to drugs and sex. The johns will know that you are useless without drugs and sex and therefore should feel like they can treat you pretty much however they want because you're a desperate, fucked up piece of garbage who needs their dick to survive. I will make sure you're safe and not damaged in order to ensure you can continue doing your job. "Finally, your name is no longer Chris, and I don't want to ever hear that name again. From now on, your name is now Faggot. One of my buddies learned how to tattoo, so he'll be tattooing your name as a tramp stamp on your back. That way, johns will know that Faggot is your name." I finished as Faggot finished chewing his food. It took him a long time to put it down since he still had residual T in his system. He looked at me with those blue eyes, fresh and sparkly after a full night's sleep, but a little red from crying. Then, unexpectedly, he leaned into me and wrapped his smooth body around my torso and rested his ass in my lap. "Daddy?" "Yeah, Faggot?" "Does this mean I'm going to do meth everyday and get fucked by you constantly? Multiple times a day?" "Yeah. You're going to feel real good on T all the time, baby. And now that I have you, I'm never going to jerk off again. If I wanna get off, we have sex." The boy leaned his blond hair into my big chest. He felt so small and fragile in my arms, even though he was a fully toned and developed young man. "Then fuck it. I want to be your whore, and I don't need anything from my old life. As long as I have you, I don't need anything or anyone else. At home or at school, I'm always horny and wishing that men were gay and would fuck me. If the only human interaction I have is with men and through having sex, that's more than enough. I want to be a good whore for you, Daddy." I looked at Faggot and felt nothing but pride and love for the boy. I took his life from him and he's still going to be a good whore boy for me. That's exactly the kind of unconditional worship I expect from him. I wanted to tell him I love him, but what I really loved was the piece of flesh that he was. I held him in my arms and kissed him softly for a while, and then without a word, I stood up and left him chained there. I opened up grindr, Scruff, bbrt, A4A, and craigslist. It was time to make him some profiles. Part 3 coming soon

I am 50 now, but the irony is I have blown my dad (he's passed), my older brother (still do once in a while), an uncle of mine (dad's brother, also passed), and not listed, I've blown 2 of my cousins (haven't blown either in years). I have stated on here before, I never felt blow jobs are that big of a deal, I loved giving them, especially as a teen, and offered many guys head.

Part 23 The jockstrap party was just as the name implied; the guests had to wear a jockstrap for entry. While some members would wear leather or latex jocks, the majority would wear cloth. The cloth variety made it much more erotic for the Tops as the bottoms sucked their cocks through the fabric. It was especially hot when the jocks were well used and sweaty. Nick’s decision was to set Rob up bent over a bench with his head and arms in stocks. His legs were restrained and kept spread with a spreader bar. That way both holes could be used. To further emphasize that he was just a cum dump for any cock, Rob was also blindfolded. As Nick put the blindfold on he instructed Rob,” You are to focus your energy solely on serving cock with your mouth, throat and ass.” Rob felt the tourniquet on his arm and then the now familiar prick. As he began to fly, his first cock of the night was pressed against his lips. He had no idea who the cock belonged to, but obediently opened his mouth and began to service it. It was actually Nick that was face fucking Rob. He wanted to test Rob’s compliance with the instructions he had just been given before the guests began to arrive in large numbers. He didn’t say a word as Rob greedily sucked his cock. Nick noted that Rob had come a long way in the past few days with his oral skills. Rob’s gag reflex was diminishing and he was being more aggressive with the use of his tongue and throat muscles. Nick smiled to himself because he knew Rob’s psyche was breaking. Tanner had just finished strapping Red to a fuck bench when Nick caught his attention. Nick motioned Tanner over and held his finger up to his lips to indicate for him not to talk. Nick then pointed at Rob’s ass and nodded. Tanner understood the message. He loved the feel of Rob’s muscle ass so his cock immediately hardened and he drove it into Rob’s ass. Tanner wondered if Rob recognized the feel of his cock. After all he had just fucked him a few hours ago. Then again, Rob had been fucked by a lot of different cocks the last few days so in his drug clouded brain he probably wasn’t able to match a cock with a face or name. Nick and Tanner spit roasted Rob for a few more minutes and then Nick pulled out and motioned for Tanner to do the same. They stood there for another minute before they heard Rob moan and utter the words “Someone please fill my holes, I’m so horny.” They had some more work to do; the doors to the party would open in about 10 minutes and they still had to turn on all the video screens and program the final bottom line-up and locations into the feedback tablets. When they were out of earshot of Rob, Nick asked Tanner how Rob’s bottoming skills were progressing. Tanner smiled and said “ He is starting to push back, clench his ass and milk the cock in his ass, so I think mentally his role as a bottom is starting to sink in.” “Great,” said Nick, “He’ll be good and ready then for the next stage by the time that PReP works its way out of his system.” “He’s going to make us a lot of money.” The doors to the party opened and the early arrivals rushed to the available bottoms. Rob felt a crusty jock strap rubbing his face and immediately went to work. The dried cum on the jock flaked off as Rob chewed and sucked. The cum flakes dissolved as they mixed with his saliva. Rob recognized the taste and its recognition caused him to drool more. He could feel the cock hardening within the jock and soon the head was poking over the top of the strap. After Rob swirled his tongue around the head, the Top could wait no longer and pulled his jock down and fed Rod the entire length. Meanwhile another Top had stepped up and was fingering Rob’s ass. Rob started grinding his ass against the fingers and was rewarded as they were replaced by a thick cock. Having a cock pumping both his holes was satisfying his craving somewhat, but he guys’ were pumping too slow for him; his hormones were wanting more. Rob struggled with how to communicate that to the Tops. His mouth was stuffed so he couldn’t talk; his hands were in the stocks so he couldn’t grab the guy in front to pull him in farther. He had limited movement of his hips so couldn’t push back too much. Through his haze of desire an idea finally came to him. He rapidly flicked his tongue around the cock in his mouth while simultaneously suctioning it like a vacuum. It worked; the Top started fucking faster and deeper. At his backend he started squeezing and releasing his ass muscles around the cock in rapid succession. That technique got the Top plowing his ass to also increase the depth and speed of his strokes. Rob started to feel more relief to his yearning. Both Tops were about to feel relief as well as the sensations on their cocks were driving them over the edge. Both Tops shot their loads simultaneously inside Rob’s wet holes. The next Top at Rob’s face didn’t even bother with the rubbing of his jock covered cock in Rob’s face. He had heard the moans of pleasure from the previous Top and wanted to get right down to action so he drove his cock balls deep into the awaiting mouth. However, in keeping with the jock theme of the evening, he had removed his jock and held it over Rob’s nose while he skull fucked him. “Breathe in my funk you filthy pig,” he growled as he fucked Rob’s throat harder. The smell of man sweat was becoming just another one of those scents that triggered Rob’s pleasure centers. Especially when it was in conjunction with a hard cock in his mouth or his ass. It was even better if there was a cock in both holes. That soon became a reality when another Top stepped up to use his ass and add his batter to the mix. Rob sucked one Top after another for several hours. He also collected multiple loads up his ass during that time. He was filled with enough cum that he was finding it difficult to keep it inside. No matter how hard he clenched his ass some cum inevitably leaked out each time he was fucked. There was a pause in the fucking as some sort of contest was taking place. From what Rob could ascertain it was a jock strap contest and the winner got to pick one of the bottoms to fuck on stage. He heard a winner announced and was anticipating he would be released and moved to the stage to be fucked. Even though he was still fighting the idea that he was a bottom, he was sure in his head that everyone wanted him regardless of his sexual position. He really expected that he would soon be moved to the stage and fucked. However nobody came to get him and he was not brought to the stage. Soon he heard the crowd chanting as the fuck show with some other bottom started. He actually felt a little dejected. Even though he couldn’t see who the contest winner had picked, he was sure that he was hotter than whoever that bottom was. Rob then felt the presence of someone next to him and heard him say, “Hey loser, how does it feel to be the only cum dump not being fucked right now,” “That’s right, every other bottom in the place has a cock in one or both of their fuck holes right now.” “You’re a worthless loser.” A dirty jock was then shoved into Rob’s mouth and a thick cock began pounding his ass. The whole time he was being fucked, the Top emphasized to Rob what a worthless cum dump he was. When the Top seeded Rob’s ass he just walked away and left Rob with the jock still in his mouth and cum leaking out of his ass. That was Rob’s last fuck of the night. The blindfold was removed and he was led back to his office. The remaining party goers just ignored him as he was led through the crowd. He saw there were men of all types in attendance that night, but since nobody would even return a glance with him, he was completely clueless as to which if any of them had fucked him. He was still feeling the effects of the drugs and wanted more cock, but instead he was being ignored. As he settled back into his cage the feeling of rejection set in and he just curled himself into a ball and tried to sleep.

My husband and I are "monogamous," at least he is. When I'm traveling, I take as much dick as I can, preferably raw. Love setting up glory holes in my hotel rooms, spending the night in bath houses or saunas, and even picking up a college boy or two at a bar if I'm in that sort of town. Two weeks ago, I took a cruise with a friend from college who won a free trip and needed someone to go with him. We were able to pay a bit extra and get two rooms, both with balconies, but on opposite sides of the boat. Which was great for some private fun. While he was out chasing women (and nailing a few, according to our chats in the pool, the bars or at dinner), I made my way through as many of the gay boys on the ship as I could. My favorites: 1) A pair of guys in their late 20s on their first vacation together. Met at a LGBT happy hour in the ship bar, and then in their room. One was "strictly" a bottom, so I sucked him while his boyfriend pumped two loads into me. 2) Got a steward to come by my room to "help me fix the TV". He was dark skinned and so beautiful, with a long, uncut dick. He fucked me three of the nights I was there, and brought another steward with him the last night of the cruise to take turns on my hole. 3) Saw a young guy — said he was 18 — checking out my cock in the restroom. We met up at the second island stop, and I rented a hotel room. Suck a nice, smooth cock. His pubes smelled fresh, that sort of smell that comes from underwear washed by your mother. He actually shot off in my mouth while I was trying to get him good and hard, so I only got him to plant one load in me before we had to head back. Ran into him a couple of times after that, and he kept turning bright red. The rest were just middle age guys, most who I met at the daily LGBT events. One had a gut but a huge dick with a piercing that felt like it was tearing me up inside. Best thing is that no one asked about a fucking condom the entire time.

hot story.... I love getting a massage and like hunting Craigslist for new ones.... love the hunt of wondering if it is just going to be a 'massage' or more,,, but there is one MT I go to a couple times a year.... started going to his studio, C is a really great guy and gives an amazing massage, so even though it was just a 'massage' I kept going back,,, over time the 'massage' became a little more. C started wearing baggy shorts and making sure that his crotch was pressed into my cupped hands frequently, he would also get up on the table to work on my back and ass, after after a few more sessions he started paying more attention to my cock and ass (and I would play with his cock through his shorts,,,, he has a REALLY nice cock,,,, long and fat when hard) but never went all the way. the one problem I had (asside from blue balls) was that I was sooo mellow after the massage that the drive home was always tricky - afraid I would fall asleep at the wheel then one time he mentioned in passing that he did out calls,,, so I booked an apointment,,, the only room in my palce big enough for him to set up his table is the living room and so as it was winter I had my gas fireplace turned on,,,, that was the only light in the room, well it seems that fires really turn him on (or maybe that is just the excuse he uses) I think it is also being at my place rather than his studio, as that first massage he ended up naked and we ended with his cock in my mouth while he gave me the best hand job and he gave me a big load in my mouth..... the next time after he got set up he asked if he could shower as he was a little sweaty,,,, i got him a towel and he didnt bother putting his shorts back on, so this time when he got up on the table to work on my back and ass, I felt his hard massive cock rubbing up my crack, I lifted my ass up a bit to give him the hint and he played a bit but then got off the table and continued the massage,,,, but paying a lot of attention to my ass, and soon he was back up on the table, and this time as he wa sliding his cock up and down my crack I reached back and guided his raw oil coverd cock iinto me, he pushed in, I am mostly a top and hadnt been fucked in a few years,,, and C is really big but I was so mellow from the massge that I was able to take him.... soon he was on layimg on top of me,,,, feeling his weight on me (he is a big guy over 6' and around 200lb.....) it felt really good as he stared to fuck me..... he asked if I was OK, was this OK.....I assured him it was great..... he fucked for awhile and then I could feel him cumming,,,, he lay on top of me for awhle and then got up and continued the massage as if nothing had happend, as if he had not just fucked me raw and dumped a load of cum in me,,,, I have had a few more sessions with him, each going the sameway,,,, writing this it reminds me that I need to call an make an appointment, it would be great if he got more verbal while he was fucking me,,,, and I would love to know if he was poz or neg,,,,