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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.

'straight' guys don't post shit like this. But poz cum pigs clearly do. Another proud liberated member to the cause!

You know what fun is being naked except for the chain & leash around your neck walking at Folsom Street Fair with cum running down your legs. Having the Master you are serving stop and let someone fuck while people are watching as after they cum in me I clean that dick off with my mouth.

So, I thought I'd write about this as it was my first experience of a Horse Fair. This horse fair was organised by The Boots, in Antwerp. They seem to have three or four of these throughout the year. If you don't know The Boots, it is quite a nice venue and play space. The basement has a bar and darkrooms with cages, slings and a gyno chair with the stirrups. Next up is the entrance and changing area - with proper douche showers. Up again is the main bar and a smoking room. Next floor up is the play space with many cubicles, maze, holes, slings and a wet area. This space is more enclosed catering to those who prefer private fun. Up a floor is another play space - more SM themed and quite open - less private. The attic is sometimes also open when it is busy and serves as a chill out area. In short it's one of the best play spaces in Europe - not as big as Labotatory in Berlin, but very good nonetheless. OK so as a Mare (of course) I arrived at 3pm and after changing I joined the other mares in the basement. I counted 23 of us in total, and it was a mix of ages shapes and sizes. I would say the clientele was defiantly not 'twinks'. We had about an hour to buy drinks and get ready for the Stallions. Mares were given a yellow wrist tag (like you get as music festivals). I am guessing the stallions - who arrived from 3.30pm - were guided to the main bar upstairs. I know they were given red wristbands. At 4pm the Stablehands came into the basement bar and gave instructions: in dutch, French and English. They showed how to wear the hoods so you cannot see, and explained that anyone caught taking off their hood or peeking would be removed. They explained that if you raised your hand in the air, a Stable hand would come to assist you - this might be to guide you to the bar, the bathroom or to resolve an issue with a stallion. As a mare, you cannot refuse a stallion but you can say stop if you *really* need to. They also handed out red bandanas to indicate that you're okay with bareback. Otherwise the stablehands will check condoms are being used. I should have thought a bit more about what was likely to happen next, as we got the instruction to put our hoods on - and there was something of a mad rush for all the good "spots" in the basement. I hooded up and managed to get a spot on a bench at the side of the room. Not having done this before I was unsure of the protocol and whether you stand, bend over ready or if it was ok to feel around to find and encourage a stallion. Being blinded its adds an extra dimension and any anxiety is amplified tenfold. It was all a bit sudden and I felt a bit out of my depth. Honestly, I couldn't see anything - and with the music pumping - the only sense you have of use is touch. (And maybe smell) So the stallions came down and started to mingle. The atmosphere was highly charged - it is difficult to imagine how heightened it is now knowing what will happen next... The next two hours were exhausting to say the least. Ordinarily I'd write about what happened, but being blindfolded I have absolutely no idea who played with me or what was happening. It was just a two hour haze of probing cocks and utter darkness. The stablehands did a great job keeping everyone in line and making sure the mares didn't remove their hoods. Now being my first time I made two mistakes - number one was not sorting out a 'spot' at the start. Number two was trying to walk/move around the venue. There was a period near the start where not a lot was happening near me, so I decided to try and find another spot - this turned out to be a mistake as I lost my original spot and then couldn't find another. There were a couple of occasions when I detected a brown smell. I had to move away as it puts me off - I was a little surprised that someone would come to a party like this and not be cleaned out properly - especially as there is cleanup facilities in the venue. Accidents can happen, I suppose. So after two hours, the music fades and we are told we can remove the hoods. Part of me didn't want to - but being able to see all of a sudden was a little overwhelming and took a moment to get used to. Thinking about it now, in terms of cocks/loads it wasn't as much quantity as I had expected - I have had better luck on a normal fetish/cruise part at The Boots, but the thing that's unique about this party is the rules, protocol and the atmosphere. There is really nothing like it - it's unbelievably horny - and although I think many guys probably expect the quantity for me it turned out to be the electric atmosphere that made it so special. But it didn't end there - it turned out the barman working the basement bar was an admirer and when the party was over he invited me upstairs to a sling room - it seemed watching the proceedings had made him very horny - and he wanted to continue the fun. Although he was hot, I did find myself wishing I still had my hood on as I missed the anonymous 'cant refuse' aspect. So now I'm back in my AirBNB with various bits sore and aching for all the right reasons... and I'm already planning to go back there for the next party!

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!

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!

I wonder if the condensation from my sweating glass of water is trying to tell me something. Do YOU see it? I totally do...

This is what was recommended by several of my doc buddies: When listing Truvada as a medication you currently take, write the designated purpose too ie.- Truvada 200mg/300mg 1X Daily for Pre Exposure HIV Prophylaxis. If your healthcare provider thinks you are + at that point, find someone smarter.

As an older guy 50s , I’m fucking more younger guys than ever 🐖

I need to find tops like this!!

While we waited we kissed, licked and sucked, swapping spit and mixing our precum. I couldn’t resist eating out Milos’ hole - feasting on it as he lay on his back or having him squat over my face. His hole was so perfectly tasty - hints of cum, precum, spit and arse juices mingled with just a hint of the metallic twang of blood, an aftertaste I knew would intensify as the night drew on. There was a cough and we look up to see Toby, my mall fuck, standing in the doorway. He looked magnificent - sporting a bulging red jock, sneakers and white socks, a bag pack sling over his shoulder. He’d used the “fuck key” we left hidden outside. Only a few guys knew about it and it made our encounters even hornier. “Hey guys,” he said as he strode towards the bed. The light sheen of sweat on his smooth skin told me he had cycled over and had taken some T. Milos kneeled at the end of the bed, wanking his cock as he approached. I watched as they kissed deeply and Milos’ hand squeezed the red jock. I sat back and took two deep hits of poppers and pushed a foot into Milos’ crack. He spread his cheeks and pulled Toby in for a deeper kiss. I teased my toes around Milos’ cunt and he pushed against my foot as I jacked my cock. I reached for the pipe and refilled it, lit it and closing my eyes took a couple of deep tokes to fill my lungs. I felt two tongues on my cock and balls. I opened my eyes to see two of the hottest guys I knew focusing on my man root and bollocks. My cock was so hard and my balls so swollen as the guys sucked and licked my fuck tool and snogged one another. I pulled Toby over my face and buried my face in his butt. It was sweaty and sweet and clearly loaded with cum. He knew what I liked and I feasted on his cunt as he pushed out a generous load onto my tongue, tasting the bitter hint of TINA that some guy had clearly fucked up his fuck chute. The two boys continued to feast on me but I reckoned it was time to move things along. I handed the boys the pipe and positioned them doggy at the end of the bed. As they swapped kisses and tokes I fingered their butts, both so tight for now. I rubbed my cock against the ginger’s hole and watched as spunk spurted out to coat my pierced head. I wondered how many loads he’d taken already as I grabbed his ass and pushed in. He gasped as he felt my piercing slide into his hole. Even though I thought I’d eaten him dry, I could still feel cum sloshing against my shaft and it felt fantastic. I continued to finger Milos as I started to slowly fuck Toby. I reached down and squeezed his balls, realising how damp his jock was and how wet Milos’ hole was. After a few more deep thrusts I pulled out, a bead of juice sticking to the head of my cock as I shifted position and pushed my cock into my hairy lad. Toby swung round and slid under Milos, feeding him his hung cut cock at the same time as he pulled back the Greek’s foreskin and moaned as he inhaled the sweet juices trapped underneath before sliding the cock down his throat. Every so often he would tilt his head back so I could push my wet, sticky cock down his throat. God this felt good and it felt better when Toby came to stand beside me, kissing me and fingering my hole as I continued to fuck Milos. Finally I pulled out and gave over Milos’ hole to the fat ginger tool and sliding up the bed pushed my cock into Milos’ mouth. As I watch him being fucked I wondered if he knew that both our cocks were poz’d. I don’t think he’d care - personally I loved the thrill of being bred by a poz cock and I think he did too. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t realise Michael was in the room til he leaned down to kiss me. “Hey babe,” he purred as he pushed Milos down on my cock and dropped his syringe kit in the bedside table. Good. He’d understood my message that I had a “new kit boi” as company. We continued to kiss as his hand felt the ridge of Mills’s hairy back and found his crack, sliding a Brazilian finger into the occupied hole next to the ginger cock. I pulled Milos off my tool and guided it to Michael’s waiting cock. Milos’ eyes widened as he took in the sight before his face. 11 beer can fat inches and a massive mushroom head. Michael gently wiped his cock against the waiting lips and let Milos explore the massive head and piss slit as his other hand leaned down to stroke my cock. As we kissed his breathed into my lungs, and I could taste the scent of T. I squeezed his bollocks as we kissed - they were fat, heavy and hairy and my mind flashed back to the last time he had abused me with my boyfriend, choking me with them as my boyfriend rammed a massive rubber dildo into my cunt. My cock twitched at the memory and expectation of seeing him ruining Milos’ hole. We watched as Milos licked and sucked the mushroom head as he was being fucked. It was too much for me and I joined him worshipping Michael’s cock and we were soon joined by Toby - three blissed out faggots worshipping the ultimate cock as Michael stood there, hands above his head, and rock hard. I stood up and buried my face in the open pit, gobbing on the hair to extract every bit of musk. Michael had one hand on each boy’s heads as they took turns trying to take the whole of his cock down their narrow throats. Finally he pulled the off and pushed Toby onto his back, head tilted back off the bed. They’d both been at our last sexy party and I knew what what coming. Slowly, Michael pushed his cock into the waiting mouth. Toby’s hands automatically went to michael’s muscular thighs to guide him all the way in. As Milos and I watched, Michael’s cock slid deep into the greedy throat until his balls were resting on Toby’s chin. I leaned over and took Toby’s cock into my mouth causing him to involuntarily jerk as the Brazilian expertly face fucked the tweaked out twink and drew Milos in to kiss him. Finally he pulled out and Toby gasped for breath. “Fuck yeah,” Michael growled. “Now I need me some ass.” I laughed as Milos backed away. But Michael had an arse in mind and Toby knew it. Sliding onto all fours he grabbed the poppers and took a series of deep huffs as I licked and spat on his hole. Michael sidled up and rubbed his leaking cock against the pert shaved hole. I looked at Milos, standing there hard and sweaty in amazement. Michael slowly started to pushed the head of his cock into the waiting hole. Toby grunted and took more hits of poppers as I gobbed on Michael’s dick to make it real wet, and spread the boi’s cheeks as wide as they would go. As Toby gripped and beat the sheets, Michael finally managed to pop the head of his fat mushroom cock passed Toby’s arsehole. His breathing was deep and laboured as he tried to take a few more inches of Michael’s cock as I fed him repeated hits of poppers. Milos took a step closer to watch as Michael patiently tried to ease more of his dick into Toby but it was no good. He gently eased out again and Toby turned to lick the tool he so desperately wanted in his cunt. “Big massive dick, man.” “Yeah. You wanna try and take it again?” “Fuck man. I’m gonna need something stronger that poppers.” Michael grinned and grabbing his kit unrolled it on the bed. Toby grinned with approval and started to tie a rubber band around his shapely bicep while Michael prepared two syringes. I watched Milos. He was sat on the bed watching Michael and Toby I stroked his head and asked if he was okay. “Yeah, man. I don’t do this. It’s too intense.” I kissed the top of his head and said that it was okay. It wasn’t for everyone and if he didn’t want to he didn’t need to. He nodded but didn’t take his eyes of what Michael was doing. Finally, Michael grabbed Toby’s arm and got the needle poised. This was clearly Milos first time and my heart raced as he watched Michael first slam Toby and then himself. Toby They both coughed and then laughed as rolled back on the bed and pulled his ankles up to expose his arse. He pushed out his pink shaved hole and it glistened in the light. “Fuck man, that’s good stuff. My pussy is burning. Fuck me. FUCK ME!” Michael didn’t need any prompting and holding Toby’ s legs apart rammed his cock into the waiting hole. He screamed as he felt the massive tool rip into his gut balls deep and he tried to pull away. But Michael held him in a vice like grip and started to bang his cock into the resistant hole. Toby was moaning in pain and chem-fuelled ecstasy as he became hungry for a hard deep fucking and spread his cheeks wider apart to take the whole cock as deeply as possible. Both of the were sweating buckets as I turned to look at Milos. It was make or break time. He’d either panic and run. Or stay. He licked his lips and smiled. He was staying. But more than that, as Toby took Michael’s dick, or rather had no option but to surrender his tight cunt to the Brazilian’s raw tool, Milos grabbed me and snogged me deep and then walked over to the bed and pushed his cock into Toby’s mouth, choking him as he grabbed Michael and snogged him. I refused to be left out and pulling Milos away from Michael, I pushed him face down onto Toby’s cock making him gag and retch and then rammed my own dripping cock into the hairy arse. I smiled at Michael as I started to open up his cunt a little for my mate.

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.

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 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

This is the first time I've ever posted. This story is true and, if you like it, I'll post more. It dates back to 2006 when I still lived in Manchester, UK and had visited a gay bathhouse there for the first time. Enjoy. I remember my first visit. I hadn't meant to take it raw. I'd always wanted it, but had never given in, too scared of the consequences. I was nervous even just entering the sauna. Terrified someone would see me and recognize me. That was scarier than taking it raw, I don't know why. Basement in Manchester is hidden down a backstreet, Tariff Street, in the city's Northern Quarter. You enter the building down some stairs and come to a door with a buzzer. My fingers were trembling, but I pressed it. There's a camera, so staff can see who's there in case... well, I'm not sure what it's there for - I imagine they let anyone in, in fact my later visits would confirm this. The clientele are a mix of young muscle pups, skinny queens, ageing queers and everything in between. When I walk down the stairs there's a desk and the tall, muscled man, fit with an 'I could fuck you three ways from Sunday and not be out of breath' grin on his face asks me if I'm a member. I'm not. I have to pay extra, but it's a one off payment and I'm here now anyway. What freaks me out more is that they take my picture and they want details: my name, my birthday - they have my picture. Fuck! I notice the walls and desks are crudely painted black, the countertop red - whore-red. He passes me a towel and I ask for poppers too. I can get fucked quite happily without poppers if the top starts off slow, but who wants to start slow? And anyway, I like the high. He hands me my locker key. I've read stories about saunas in America, but it's different in Britain - you don't get your own cubicle. It's more of a wandering free-for-all. I enter the door into the locker room and a couple of guys are getting changed, nude, taking their time, no inhibitions. I strip as quickly as possible and throw my towel around myself. I feel like people are staring at me. I'm 23, 5'9", slim, toned, nice big arse and I'm hairy - I'm not ashamed to say it. I hate all of the prepubescent shaving shit. I'm hairy - fuck it. I've had guys ask me to shave my hole before. Fuck right off. Men are supposed to have hair - real men, that is. With my head down, I walk through the locker room, gripping my towel firmly around myself with one hand and my poppers in the other - I've already taken the plastic wrapper off - I don't want that to spoil a moment, should any occur. On my left there's a darkened passage leading to somewhere I can't see, on my right there's a Jacuzzi, showers and toilets and at the end of the corridor is a seated TV area where you can buy drinks etc. I wasn't here for that. I turned left. In the darkness I can only see shapes in white towels, forms passing me, stroking me, brushing against me, but I'm too nervous to stop and reciprocate. I keep walking. There's rows and rows of cubicles, doors hanging open, some closed, some empty, some with guys doing... Well, you know what they're doing. It's my first time in a sauna - I want to scout the place out first. See what it's all about, so I do a lap of the facilities, head still down. There's a sling, gloryholes, a cage, a darkroom, a porn room and loads more cubicles. I focus on the darkroom. I've never been bothered about looks. Yes, we all like attractive men, I myself am a good looking guy - boy next door type, no model, but I'd turn your head a little if I'd made an effort that day. I just like men. I don't care about age, colour, size, etc. For some reason I've always felt ashamed of that when with friends so I've never admitted it. I didn't need to admit to anything in the darkroom. I walk in and I'm blind. My eyes take forever to adjust and I can still only see towels hanging from silhouettes and hear anonymous moaning from the corners. I feel a swarm of hands feeling over me and I panic - it's too much. Fuck. What's a nice boy like me doing here anyway. I brush them away and leave the room. After a while I get cruised in the corridors and I accept an invitation from a guy, late thirties I guess, tall, dark hair, ok looking. We fuck and kiss, but it's a cold mechanical fuck and he can't kiss, one of those tongues that darts in and out really quickly - it's not good. He seems way more into it than me, but it gets me horned up and after a good sniff of poppers o just lay on my stomach and let him hammer away until he's done. He wears a condom throughout and he's careful when he pulls out to slide it off gently and put it in the bin, then he slaps my arse, kisses me and says thanks, before leaving. I'm less than satisfied. After a fumble in the gloryhole-cabins, I head back over to the darkroom, a bit more courage now that I've had a bit of cock and I'm seriously in need of more. I feel around, groping for he first cock I can find - nice and thick with a really bulbous bellend. It tastes of lube but that only occurs to me later. I feel hands from behind me, groping for my cock and arse and this time I don't stop them. I sniff my poppers as they continue to explore and I slide my mouth up and down on the thick meat in front of me, now oozing precum and dribbling with my spit. I hear spitting and feel wet fingers probing me but I let it happen, why wouldn't I? Eventually my towel drops from my waist and I fumble for it, throwing it over my shoulder. Fingers are deep inside me now and I can hear whoever is behind me sniffing poppers and groaning to himself. More fingers enter until there's 3, maybe 4 from two hands, the poppers are blurring it now and the guy on the end of the cock I'm eating is moaning louder and louder. I feel him swell and the fingers in my cunt slide more smoothly as one, in and out and I'm in ecstasy, when the meat in my mouth explodes and I lick, drink and suck every last drop like its my last meal. As he moves away, I lean forward, hands against the wall and I realise that it's not fingers now, it's cock. Raw cock. There's no condom, just skin on skin. My fingers stay at my hole feeling it slide in and out and hearing him moan and it's amazing, but I know I should stop it. I get worried he might cum. Inside me. Cum. Inside me. I panic and I lean forward so he falls out of me, but he continues to try and reenter and begins to grow forceful. I push him away and in a hurry, embarrassed and worried, I leave the room and head for the showers. I wander around for a while before trying the darkroom again. Within seconds I'm sucking another cock, pierced and it's all I can do to keep my teeth in tact as he plunges it in and out of my throat. And then suddenly I feel hands again at my hole and before I know it he's guiding his cock in. I'm still concentrating on making sure I keep all my teeth and the guys behind me is just forcing his way in - it's the same guy from earlier. I don't know how I know, I just do. Same cock. Same guy. And I can feel him in there raw. It stings as there's been no introduction, just whacked it straight up inside me. The guy I'm sucking grabs my shoulder and the back of my head and I can't move as he fucks my face aggressively and deeply. I hear the guy behind me shuffle forward as he enters me balls deep and begins to hammer away quickly. I know what he's doing. He's determined to cum inside me. I edge forward, as much as I can without choking, but he follows, slamming my cunt until my natural juices flow and I'm dripping. They're both groaning now and both getting faster and I'm stuck, bent over awkwardly, I want to stand up, but I can't. The guy behind me finishes first, thrusting himself as deep as possible and gripping my waist to pull me closer . He's making sure I've got it all. As he pulls out the guy in my mouth cums and I suck and drink up - it'd be rude not to. Fuck. I feel my arse, fingering it a little and sniffing my fingers, sticky and pungent. Cum. Fuck. Panic takes over again. Fuck. I don't even know who he is. I don't even know what he looks like. I literally don't know a thing about him. As I stumble out of the darkroom, a little unsteady on my feet from poppers and being bent over in the dark, several guys eye me as I come out - was it one of them? If so, they don't give themselves up. I head to the showers and clean myself up. It's done. I've got a stranger's raw load inside me. There's no going back. I dry myself off and walk through the corridors, my head still low. Do any of them know what I've just done? I throw my towel on to the plastic mattress in a cubicle and climb in and lay face down. Fuck it. It's not long before I hear my cabin door creak and then close, the bolt sliding it shit. Locked. I stay face down. It could be anyone. God only know what they want, but I wait face down and don't move, trying to stifle my breathing. I can feel myself tremble a little as a firm m, warm hand grips my buttocks and slides about my arse. I can tell that he's wanting with his other hand. He fingers my hole, still wet, ready lubed. He uses his thumb and forefinger to stretch it a little and rub it in all the right places. Then he stands up and moves forward. I don't want to see him. If I see him, it's real. Glue grips my hair and turns me to face him, sliding his cock straight into my mouth. It's semi hard. Shaven, cold like it's just been washed, but tastes fresh enough. I can't resists a glance up, but I can't make much out from the angle I'm at. I suck him until he's hard, relishing his cock like the good slut I'm becoming. He leans over while I continue, fingering me and pulling at my hole, before pulling away. He spits on my cunt and I can feel him dribbling more saliva on there too. He rubs his cock against my arse like he expects me to pull away, or tell him to put on a rubber. I should, but I don't. 'I'll let him play a little,' I think, 'then I'll tell him to put a condom on.' He takes my lack of reaction as the go ahead and slides himself in me bareback, groaning and relaxing as he moves every once deep into my cunt. I take a few big sniffs of poppers, lay my head on my towel, hands limp by my side and just lay there as he goes to work. He's hot and sweaty and I feel it dripping on me. It's disgusting, but it makes me hard and I want more. He leans with both hands on the small of my back as he works my arse. Sliding smoothly and rhythmically in and out, never quite withdrawing completely, he fucks me like he owns me and I let him. I don't move, save to take more poppers - I simply lay and groan. I feel him getting faster and faster and he presses harder on the small of my back, which makes me arch my back and lift my head. He's really pounding me now - he doesn't care what I feel. I hit the poppers again and he cums, panting, groaning, spurting his jizz in to my gut. He slows to a halt and stays there for a moment, before collapsing in me, for one me down, his sweat slick along my back and I feel for a moment like I can't breathe. As I start to push up his cock slips out and he climbs off me. I breathe deeply trying to clear my head from the poppers and he unlocks the door and leaves. I just lay there. My body is still, but I'm fraying on the inside. I'm coming apart. What have I done? I begin to rationalise. It's only two guys. You don't do it often. What are the chances of catching something? Questions flood my mind and I try to play them down but before I can address all of them another hand is crawling over me. I feel his towel, damp and heavy, drop across my feet and he climbs onto the mattress,'forcing my legs apart to make room. His fingers find my hole immediately and within seconds his short fat cock is in my and I can feel his beer gut leaning on my as he thrusts crudely, I gratefully into my sloppy hole. It doesn't take him long before he's done and he leaves. For some reason I'm hard again. I have the cum of three complete strangers, none of whom I've even seen, swimming around inside me and my 7" cock is solid, pressed hard against the now sweaty plastic wrapped foam mattress. 'I'll give it another minute,' I think, the. I'll go home. But it doesn't take that long for people to come in. I'm still lying flat, my head turned to face the wall. There are at least two of them. One immediately turns me to suck his cock. His body is tan, smooth and I can see tattoos and pierced nipples, a shaved head and a weathered face that doesn't give a shit. His cock is bound by a thick metal ring and I eat it like my life depends on it. The other guy(s) (I'm still not sure if it's one or two) play with my arse and I feel warm breath on my arse as a tongue begins to play me. I writhe in pleasure. My entire body feels electric. I don't know what they look like. I have no clue who they are. But in that moment I want both of them, all of each of them, on me, in me - I just want them. They swap places but the guy whose cock I've been sucking doesn't rim me. Instead he straddles me and pushes my legs together so he's either side of me. He pressed his bare cock to my hole and slides in slowly. The cum inside me is beginning to dry and my insides are a little tacky - he sort of kissers further inside me, letting out a relaxed grunt as his balls halt him from going further. I'm still going to town on his friends veiny meat, I shaved with pubes bouncing off my chin and tickling me, but I don't care, I want him pubes and all. After fucking me for a few minutes, he pulls out and slaps my arse with his cock and I feel his hands lift my hips so that I'm brought up on all fours, but carefully so as the cock I'm sucking doesn't spill out of my mouth. I feel the guy behind me sit up, levelling his cock to my cunt and then he begins. He thrusts inside me so deeply and with such rhythm that I can't tell if it's the most amazing thing I've ever felt or if it's hurting me but there's no time to think. The cock in my mouth is dripping precum and I lap it up, licking his balls and sack and the gap between his thighs and enjoying the fact that the cock couldn't possibly be any harder - it's solid. He mimics the other guy's earlier actions and takes it out of my mouth, slapping me on the cheek with it. The other guys pounds away until he ruts up high inside me, gripping the flesh around my buttocks so tightly that it hurts and he lurches forward making me feel as though I can taste his cock too. I have nowhere to go. While they swap places again, the guy who's just cum lets me clean him off - less lets me, more makes me, but I do it - it seems like I have to. It's not long before his friend cums and the pair of them leave, thanking me and laughing to themselves. I took many loads that day. I've been back many times since too. Let me know if you like and I'll post some more

I've had a few medical professionals that assumed I was + because I'm taking Truvada (for prep). Part of it is understandable because Truvada is marketed for both prevention (prep) & HIV treatment (requires at least 1 other drug too with it for treatment). Curious, if others have encountered this.

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…’

24 very sub bottom here. Tonight I got to serve to men at the same time for the time. They are partners and both tops. I asked if I should bring condoms. They said they had some. I get there and start to suck one of them off. Eventually I move to his partner who is uncut. I hear the first guy RIP a condom open and lube up. I'm getting my head held and face fucked. The guy fucking me is making lots of body contact but I can feel one arm reaching down towards his cock. Im worried he is going soft and will try to remove the condom. All I have to do is reach back and check. I knew i should, but I kept my arms down and my lips wrapped around the uncut dick. In a few minutes i feel it. The unmistakable throbbing of a penis and my ass filling with its cum. In a couple minutes I swallow his boyfriend. After I left I asked if he bred me and he said the condom slipped off as he was pulling out and hes sorry if he did.

Makes no difference-a cock and cum are all I want-age doesn't matter.💄

Thanks for checking me out. Would love to have you do it and more 💦

I wonder myself. At first I thought I'd be embarrassed to hit the lab every three months - the techs obviously know what's up with the regimen of tests I take - but then I wondered how the pharmacist would react if I picked up PrEP - but I didn't have to worry about it since I'm buying it from overseas. For a bi guy who was never open to anyone but my wife I've been surprisingly open to discussing everything with my doctor. It doesn't help that some of the latest commercials for PrEP are for "those dealing with HIV". I keep thinking, that's not accurate, why are they promoting it that way?? Then I'll see another commercial that shows all the stereotypical folks (us included) who are "at risk" and it discusses PrEP as a way to stay safe...on target, of course. Weird that they're sending two messages like that.

We should meet up there. In Portland, married cheater here, within walking distance of Blackstones and the Treasure Chest 🐷

Hello. I joined this site recently. I love reading about other members taking loads and being cum dumps. I'm a total cum dump at heart and have so many fantasies I'd love to realize: being a bukkake boy and swallowing 100 loads in one night, being bound and blindfolded on all fours at a sex party and taking load after load, being in a tub at a ws party that is filled with piss and being fucked submerged in it. One night, I learned at a dark room sex party how hot it is to just be a cum dump. I was ass up on the bed and a guy was getting blown close by. He stopped and came over to me and shoved his cock in me in one quick stroke, fucked me for maybe 20 seconds, shot his load, puked out and walked away. I was surprise at how hot it was that he literally just used me as a rag to cum in. That's when I knew I was just a receptacle for loads. I still love a long fuck, but since then if I'm in a dark room and guy tells me he just wants to cum up my ass, I let him. Quantity can be fun. I have a BF but we never have sex anymore. He doesn't know I love to take loads. On rare occasion when he's out, I can have random guys come over and use me as a cum dump. When Craigslist was a thing, I used to put up ads and some days would get a string of guys over at lunchtime. If I could, I'd just let every guy cum in me.

Stealthing is morally, and in some cases, criminally wrong. I think people who say they knowing want to, or knowingly have, exposed someone to HIV or any STI by lying about it or not using an intact condom when it is asked for, are human garbage. They are bitter and angry about the bad life and health choices they have made and want to lash out at others. These “stealthers” should see a psychiatrist ASAP.

Absolutely yes. I agree with on the specific beauty of a true AIDSBONE. Not just a muscle daddy that is Poz. But a man that is being consumed by the disease and is proud of have Death Seed to share.

I would like to thank you all for your advice. It appears, has taken care of my little friend at work. He was denied his promotion by his management and does not look like he will ever be getting one. He was given one reason, but it is pretty much understood why he did not get it: because he is a serial gossiper and extremely messy. On the other hand I will never be coming out at work. I refuse to be judged and have to explain what goes on to my bedroom to a bunch of people with multiple baby daddies and baby mamas, bastard children, sexless/loveless relationships, cheaters , and sham marriages.

Give me some good daddy butt any day. Less hang ups and Diva attitude.

I generally prefer experienced tops, but age is not always a guarantee of great technique. I have been fucked by a number of older tops with big cocks who have clearly been letting their size make up for their technique most of their life. All that said, I was fucked twice last weekend by an 18-year-old. He was so rock hard, and he came so hard I could feel it both times. That made up for lack of experience. I guess I don't have a hard preference for age. I just want you to know what you are doing. I can adapt to what you want, but you need to be able to tell/show me what that is.

For me, piss and cum are one in the same. My fuck-hole is as much a urinal as it is a cumdump.

I will give you the benefit of the doubt. Yes, it will probably help to use the plug as a means to get your hole accustom to something entering it. When he enters you, if you find it difficult or painful, bear down with the muscles in your ass as though you were having a bowel movement. This will open up the entryway. You should clean yourself out using a plain-water enema beforehand. Do a search on the forum here; there are some very good threads on the subject with instructions. Lubricate your hole with your choice of the commercially available lubes. Personally, I use simple coconut oil, but your options are many. As to position, I imagine that will be under the Top’s discretion. Lastly, consider alternatives to complying with the blackmail. Doing so can only place you more deeply into the blackmailer’s control, and his demands may not stop with your ass. Best of luck.

Don't do it. Just be a cum dump pig and stay on PrEP.

You state "It's just a pill a day". Oh, it's not that easy. That "pill a day" is fuckin' expensive. That "pill a day" requires blood tests and doctor visits all year long, year after year. That "pill a day" can cause a lot of undesirable side effects that can affect your organs. It can cause you bowel issues that make it so you can't bottom for days or weeks. You'll face sexual discrimination within the gay community from guys that treat you as unclean and diseased. Everything changes when you "convert". If you want to convert, go for it. But, since you said you don't want HIV, stay on PrEP. It's not as easy as just swallowing a pill every day. Make a wise decision. There's no going back once you have the virus.

i am a lucky male that gets to have 9 or more hours of sex every week. It is one of the great benefits of working in the sex industry. Some weeks are super high in that department like CLAW, IML, Pride, CumUnion, etc. When I hit Pig Week in Fort Lauderdale it is the highlight of the year. The event has 10 days of daily sex parties. When I went to it in 2018 I had over 200 sex partners and had sex over 5 hours everyday for the 10 days. The longest 2 days were the days I did porn filming and then went on to a sex party. Frankly, if everyday could be like pig week my life would be perfect, just naked and being played with openly for hours everyday.

I think you are trying to blur the line between fantasy and reality when the line is clearly defined. If you don't want it, what the hell are you doing by hooking up with a gifter who will give you something you don't want??? It's an extreme analogy, but I think it needs to be said. You're asking us to give you permission to kill yourself.

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...

About 3am. The married construction bloke called on his way to work. He gave me a really good fucking. This bloke oozes masculinity and his body has a natural scent to it, that just turns me on. He also wears a thick band gold wedding ring which turns me on. This morning, he had more time, i undressed him, sniffed and licked his cock through his boxers. I got him on his back, lifted his legs up and licked and ate his beautiful arse, so tasty. He was so groaning, later jumped up, bent me over my bed and fast fucked me and came deep in my arse. Awesome bloke....

Please more AIDS stories, taking the gift from a wasted AIDS god would be the ultimate.

I have a blog post about starting Watersports.... https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2016/03/watersports-101-mini-master-class.html

Part 4 The week had gone by so quick, Uncle Wil, Paul and Dad did as they were told by the Grandads and laid of our arse's, Uncle Will was fucking my Dads arse a few times and uncle Paul was using my mouth, especially in the mornings as we were sharing my bed. I also enjoyed my uncle sitting on my face whilst I deep rimmed his hot hairy hole, he had a beautiful sexy musky smell about him. Robbie, Callum and Jake and me, still fucked each others arses, it was great watching the twin brothers suck and fuck each other and then join in, my dad knew but never told the grandads, he knew because he was sucking the cum out of my hole when he was rimming me wanking. The time had come for the dungeon visit, Grandpa gave us 4 leather jockstraps and 2 sets of leather cuffs with s metal clip on, grandpa and Grandad then spent time, licking and deep rimming our arse, lubing and getting us ready, telling us what our roles were tonight and not to say No to anything or anyone. When we got there, there was a dark room with red lighting and old smells of sweat, poppers and sex, proper stocks they were facing each other, grandpa and grandad soon clicked our cuffs onto the stocks. I was facing Robbie and already a tattoed leather wearing biker type bloke was stuck up him and deep riding his arse, the twins were sucking cocks of some dads, i noted the chain on the top of the stocks could be pulled down to cock level and made them bend more exposing their arses to the room. I could not see Dad, Uncles Will or Paul, they were not here, Grandads had 2 young lads sucking on them, one was the son of the biker fucking Robbie. Turning to me, and pressing my face into a hot groin with a thick dick, this bloke kicked my feet and spread my legs wider. Lots of hands began to feel me. Grandpa was inviting the room to enjoy their grandsons. Robbie wss now being ridden by an ugly troll type of guy, who looked at me and said you next I cringed. I was desired, craved by total strangers, some faceless strangers and every nerve in my body was alive. A cock was pressed into my arse, Grandad pulled my ass cheeks apart. I felt hands, fingers exploring my ass and grandpa guided the large cock to my hole. No lube, no condom. He just shoved in and it hurt like hell. I cried out and the crowd seemed to enjoy that. They roared and clapped when he impaled me and I cried out like a girl, his dick was so thick The circle around us got a bit tighter. I noticed how some blokes looked like the younger guys, Grandad saud yes Stevie its a Dads and their sons night. A few seconds passed and this bloke began to slide deeper into me. He pulled back then slowly in again and I was relaxing on his cock. pain remained but a rising urge of need and sensation of pleasure begin to rise to meet the pain. He fucked me with a steady rhythm, long deep strokes. He pulled me back onto each thrust. He slowly rotated the chain so that my face was no longer pressed into the stock but faced these horny men, the twins were kissing each other whilst numerous men were fucking them. Bent over, i was held tightly behind me I felt many cocks enter me from a number of bodies and smelled men in heat. It was then I got an image of this place. A pack of horny mendads, surrounding us who was getting fucked and each of the watchers either enjoying the show or desiring a piece of us, whilst their sons pleased other dads or our grandads or just each other. A hand grabbed my hair, it was the troll who fucked robbies arse and pressed a cock into my face, which I ignored. He pressed again I turned away. Grandpas voice behind me, said suck his fucking cock. I opened my mouth and the trolls cock began to use it. I was being deep and thoroughly fucked in my ass and in my mouth and I just let it tgo on and on and on. I felt the troll in my mouth tense, his cock swelled and then a spurt of thick cum. He pulled quickly out and shot several hot loads on my face while I let what was in my mouth dribble out onto the floor. Dadtops continued to use us all, i noted that the other sons of these strangerd were the cleaners, they licked us, cleaned cum of us from our arses etc and fed it into our mouths. A second cock pressed into my mouth and I accepted it, giving it as much attention as the first. Sometime later a second jet of cum joined the first slick coating on my nose, forehead, eyes and cheek..A third, fourth and fifth cock repeated this ritual. Robbie and the twins were being shared between 6 guys, they looked tired. I was quickly becoming exhausted, it was hot, I was being used over and over and filled with cum, Grandpa took his turn too and my legs began to buckle. I was having a hard time standing. I saw my Dad and Uncle Will fucking these two small twink brothers, Their Dad was telling them, its their first time here. Uncle Paul appeared, Putting his arm around my waist he helped me to stand. The crowd parted and he led me from the dungeon room, I was slick from sweat, face, arse covered in cum and very weary, which I felt. I felt tired, and used which made me kinda horny. I rolled onto my back and urged him to mount me. I saw his questioning eyes but I nodded and smiled indicating I wanted this. He mounted me, entered my tender cummy hole and began to fuck me. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I rolled my head back and enjoyed him. Uncle Paul was rugged, handsome very manly, thick shoulders, square head and a great ass. I looked him in the eye as we fucked so he knew I wanted it and he began to pound me into the mattress. Each thrust got a grunt of pleasure from me. Then I felt him swell and knew he was about to cum. I humped up to meet each thrust. He slammed deeper than ever into me and I pulled him as deep as I could, wrapping myself around him. He brought a new flood of cum inside,I wanted him to stay there, stay inside me. He breathed heavily. His cock began to shrink and it eventually slipped out, he rolled off and I felt his cum leaking out of me. He leaned into me, kissed me, i said what about Robbie and Callum and Jake they are knackered. We looked through the door into the main room to see Cal and Jake, getting fucked up the arse by both Grandads and different guys ramming their cocks down their throats. I heard someone across the room say, get the little slut ready, I can't wait to try that ass out. seconds later I saw the huge mushroom head the head of a cock of a beast of a man, ram it right up Callum, he screamed in pain, Grandpa said to him, you can do him next, its his brother. We then saw Grandad counting money and witnessed the beast give Grandpa £20 quid. Robbie was bent over the chains,being fucked by a handful of trolls,I looked up and saw more guys walking his way. They pulled out their cocks and began stroking. The troll fucking him gave Hard fast strokes,then slow deep ones. He pushed as deep as he could and blew his load deep up Robbies arse. Before Rob could get up,another guy was dropping his pants. He had about 6". As soon as the guy pulled out and moved over, he dropped and slid his cock up Robs arse. He pounded his arse hard and fast. I knew he couldn't last long at this pace. He grabbed his hips and pulled hard cumming in his arse. Then the third guy took his turn. His cock was at least 9.He was going to take his time. He started slow, made deep thrusts, pulling almost all the way out then all the way back in, Robbie wss groaning,. He slowly picked up the pace. He Started pounding Rob hard and fast. He blew his load deep in his arse and he moaned loudly. When he pulled out cum ran down Robbies legs and onto the ground. Another entered Robbies full arse immediatly. Uncle Paul was livid,I have a plan said Uncle Paul and Grandpa and Grandad will not be Anal virgins no more.......

Agreed that it's almost always implied. I've come back from a swirl break getting fucked by a stranger who my bf found on Grindr immediately after I passed out, once with the top who purposely g-ed me out shoving my face inside his smelly sneaker (I started to inhale like a freak it was so hot and he blew his load unexpectedly (though he came 2 more times and I was groggy for much of the following 60-90 minutes. I've had my ass shaved, a guy shoot a load on my face, another stick me on cam while he asked for suggestions, and one guy who took a magic marker and wrote all kinds of twisted stuff on me. Ok, now I want to take a g-nap!

This sums up my fear. I'm still kind of new to all of this and have only gotten fucked using condoms, but god I love it so much! I keep hearing about how much better it feels to get fucked raw, and I regularly fantasize about feeling another man's cum flooding me deep inside. It always gets me instantly hard, like I'm hard right now just typing this. I also had a guy try to stealth me once, and just the sensation of the smooth, soft head of his cock touching my hole was indescribable! My body wanted nothing in the world more than to feel him slide in and take me, fuck me, breed me. Stopping him was probably the hardest thing I've ever done. And that's what scares me. I'm married to a woman and DL. Even if I decided that I was willing to take the risk, there's no way I could ever justify putting her in that kind of danger. But the craving is strong. Really strong. And I suspect that the only reason I'm able to resist is that I've never actually experienced it. I worry that if I tried it once, even with someone I knew was tested and safe, I wouldn't be able to ever say no to a bare cock again.

Before: Am I really going to do this, oh, shit, am I? Can I do this? How could I do this? During: Dear God, let it go forever, why did I EVER hesitate or wait? This is what I am meant to be. Please don't pull out until you finish cumming in my bare ass! After: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Can I worship your cock? More? Do you have friends who need to unload?

I guess I should add, how exciting it is for me to find a yang buck g’ed out at a party, move them someplace quiet. Start undressing or cutting their cloths from them. Exploring their bodies, sucking they soft cocks, shotgunnning them to keep em breathing, maybe a little trim is N their cock and get on top and ride awhile. Then bump them back into reality and see their response.

For some reason I seem to have a thing for the letter F... I’d love the honor of servicing @flacogedor and @find91, and although I’ve already been privileged to be bred multiple times by @FelchingPisser, I live in hope of another encounter. @bbbearlover1 would be an honor to go ass-up for, too. And I get a special kind of tingle, deep down inside, when I think about giving it up for @PERVERSATILE. Not that I’m worthy of so much as a slap on the ass by any of these Men or Men of their caliber - but a guy can dream... 🙂

DaddysHand - take care of yourself FIRST. We'll be here patiently waiting when you are ready to resume.

10 years in the Army taught me a few things about going down on the straight guys. Whatever you do, don't start talking specifically to them about you sucking his cock. If a guy gets into a discussion about him actually even receiving that can start raising the queer feeling and he will bolt. Most effective situation for me was watching some porn and magazines. I'd get hard, walk around with a bulge; it's all kind of normal and expected. If the situation is right, this is usually after a few times with a guy(s), I'd reach in my pants and start rubbing my cock. Then I ask if it's cool if I just jerk one out. If the guy(s) have a few drinks in them, they usually say NP. When things get to the circle jerk phase, I bring up a conversation about one time this guy tried to suck my cock in a men's room.........from there I see how the conversation progresses. Worked pretty well for 10 years in the Army. Once you get one, they do tend to come back. Just never use words or allude to what's going on. Now a days, my regular cocks are all married straight guys that I strike up a conversation with at local bar. I live in a tourist area and these married guys do let their guard down. Just like on cruises. I find it easier to do when their wife heads to the restroom. I just mention that he must be looking forward to fucking her that night and usually they come back with she's not in the mood etc. I'll look around the bar and see two guys. I'll mention to the married guy that those two guys don't have to worry about a woman's mood. Mention that gay guys have it so easy and don't have mood swings to deal with. How he responds about two guys together, gives a good indication of what's possible. Just last Friday used this formula and ended up blowin the guy in the men's room. Now each day he's texting for a quick release.

I would have taken daddy's venom. My own father started fucking me shortly after he woke up and found me sucking his cock. I tired to explain I seen it dripping and I was afraid he was going to piss on the couch. When he learned I was willing to swallow his pisss, he started using me as his urinal. He started letting men use me to to cover his bar and gambling debts. I loved every minute of it. Your story flooded me with memories. Great job.

Sunday and Thursday. Sunday looked to be one of those quiet Sundays. I only had an appointment at 4pm to walk a new guy through the procedures and paperwork for the organization I volunteer for. I go online to check what's new on PlanetRomeo and after a few minutes I get a message from a guy I hooked up with a few times. Hadn't heard from him in a while. He lives only a few blocks away. Was I horny? He and a fuckbud had a date with a bottom but the guy cancelled at the last minute. I was horny and figured I had plenty of time before my appointment since he's a pump and dump sorta guy and I had enjoyed the times before. Cleaned and went over around 2pm. Well, that took a lot longer than I expected. Don't know what they were on but they were on a roll. Both took turns fucking me for quite a while, then dumped loads in me and went for sloppy seconds which took even longer. Rushed my cumfilled and poppered up ass home for my appointment and didn't have time to change or clean up. My appointment is at the door not even 10 minutes later. I open it and....sheepish grins all around. A hook up who fucked me more or less anon (saw him of course but didn't know his name) about two weeks ago. Not so anon anymore now with his name, address, email and tel.no in my file. Big hairy guy in his early 40s. Anyway I invite him in and get the paperwork to go through. But there is a high sexual tension in the air. I keep seeing him squeezing his bulge (I remember his fat dick and big lowhanging balls). He says he recognized the address/building but couldn't remember the number. I try to focus on the job at hand but he starts making references to our fuck and the tension rises. Then he asks me if I had any hook ups recently. I tell him about the loads in my ass and that was the end of the paperwork. Ended up with me bent over the couch and him eating my ass before pumping a load in it and then again another one on the floor. He left and said we'd finish the paperwork later. That was last night. We finished it alright and he finished again in my ass. Twice. I sucked him clean after that. Thought I maybe could squeeze another load out him but that was it. I emailed the lady who arranges the work schedule I need to work closely with this guy to get him up to speed. Well, he DID tell me he would enjoy working with me. LOL!

This is my second post and again, a true story. I see no point in making things up when I don't need to. I visited saunas at least once a week, often two or three times, after my first visit having become a regular. After that I felt no need to pretend. Still, my friends had no idea as I was still a good boy as far as they knew. However, every opportunity that I could find I would sneak off to Basement in Manchester city centre, or sometimes Heat sauna in Chorlton. Heat was not nearly as large as Basement, but it attracted an altogether different crowd and sometimes that's what I wanted: older guys, daddies, pervs who aren't pervy because they're turned on in a sauna, but true pigs who are who they are. None of them were pretty, but that just made me, but hotter. The atmosphere made me feel like I was truly being used. As if somehow these men were beneath me, but they were nevertheless taking what they wanted. Does that sound shallow? Ah, well... fuck if it does. Naturally, as Heat is much smaller than Basement, it has a very different layout. The entrance is though the back door near the car park - it's based on a small high street in an up and coming suburb of Manchester - you'd miss it entirely if you didn't know what you were looking for. The only give away is the blacked out windows at the front. Again, there's a door buzzer but upon entering you go straight to the desk, pay your money, grab a towel and then head to the lockers. The ground floor sees no action, but downstairs there's a jacuzzi and a steamroom and upstairs there are some cubicles, a TV/ porn room, a sling and some glory holes. There's also a crappy attempt at a maze with a toilet for those who like things a little dirty. Now Manchester's not a big city and, if you've spent as much time online talking to sleazy fuckers as i have, you start to recognise them in the street. One guy, I can't remember his screen name, though I wish I could, was instantly recognisable by his tattoo - I think it had wings... definitely wings, and maybe a unicorn or some other shit - we're going back ten years. He was tall. I'm guessing late twenties, early thirties. Toned, but on the skinnier side, which I like. He had a massive 9" cock - I knew because I'd seen his pictures online and he was pierced too. I watched him for a while and then eventually after it started to get busy, I decided to try my luck at the gloryholes. I liked these gloryholes in particular, because you locked yourself in a small cubicle and waited, but you were able to see much of what was going on outside because of the placement of the holes, as well as get a good peek in to some other cubicles with beds in. Eventually, a large, flaccid, pierced cock emerged through the hole at the far end. I look through and I can see long, slim legs kneeling on the bed and I begin to work the cock immediately. At this point I don't mind foreplay, but the ultimate goal is to get as many raw cocks in me as possible and ensure that, whatever happens, I'm left with their seed. He's hard quick enough and I turn away from him, hand still wanking him off, and press him against my arse. While he's positioned there, i reach back with both hands and spread my cheeks. I move him in to place with one hand and take a sniff of poppers with the other, before he begins to slide in. He's not messing around either. Immediately he goes to town, ploughing me at speed and as deep as he can, withdrawing and entering in split seconds that see my cunt twitch and spasm as if I'm being electrocuted. He's banging against the flimsy, MDMF makeshift wall and it's loud, attracting attention from the off. I continue to take poppers, but make sure i'm continually holding my cheeks apart and pressing myself against the gloryhole as hard as I can. I want every inch the wall will allow. After a while I can see eyes appearing at the otehr holes, fingers poking through trying to find me, but the layout of the cubicle doesn't allow me to reach for than one hole at once. They can wait. His cock is thick and straight - almost a bit boring to look at. I suppose it's a bit too perfect, but when it's in you it's so hard it hurts and he thrusts it so it never stops moving, always sliding one way or the other and sometimes you can't tell which. He jerks and stills and I know I have his seed. As he pulls out and disappears, the light returning through the hole, I move to another hole and stroke the fingers protruding through. Instantly I know the guy is older, shorter, fatter. I don't care. Why would I care? I'm not here to discriminate. I'm here to be used by anyone who will. He pokes his cock through, his thick bush protruding, wiry and dry. His cock is short. A decent girth. He's slick with precum, which tells me it's probably an easy load. I'm not wrong. My arse is barely wrapped around him before he's tensing and jerking and I get the impression his little cock is just a bit too sensitive for his own good. I feel a glutinous blob on my hole, dripping down my arse and as his cock shrinks immediately as he withdraws, I know I've got what I came for. two loads. Next. As I leave the cubicle, there's a guy I've seen before. I'm guessing in his fifties at least. He has that awful, camp, cockatoo haircut - the one that just announces you're a raving homosexual to anyone who might lay eyes on you. His skin is tanned, but he obviously uses sunbeds - why? He's smooth from head to toe and he's probably only around 5'7" or 8". I can see through his towel he's got a decent cock though, so I wander to a normal cubicle, throw my towel down, lurch forwards onto my belly and adjust my own cock so I'm comfortable before I lay flat and still. The door closes and he climbs on top. He's got a big cock. Thick too. I'm guessing about 8" but very thick. He would quickly become a regular fuck. We never spoke, but he'd see me come in, he seemed to live in the place, and eventually he'd come looking ready to give me his load, often more than one each visit. I'll be honest, i didn't find him attractive at all - I like men to look like men, not groomed and preened, eyebrows plucked to within an inch of their life so it looks like you're ready to do drag - be a man. But a load's a load and what's a boy to do? He plays with my hole, fingering me but, like so many tops, he has long, painful nails - they hurt as he enters and pokes around me. Now, I've had a lot of cock since these early days and I'm totally intolerant. I'm selfish. I know what I want. I say I want to please my tops and I do, but not at the expense of my own enjoyment. I can't be arsed with it. It's bullshit and i know, for every guy I walk away from because he can't be arsed to cut his nails, shower, or stop playing with my nipples and balls, there'll be another around the corner. I'm exceptionally ticklish. My nipples are VERY sensitive. I don't like them touched by anyone and same goes for my balls - sorry if that disappoints, but that's how it is. i'll give guys a warning before we meet. I'll give them a second chance once we've met, after that, you're out. It's really all about me. Give me your cum and fuck off. Anyway, he's poking me, probably tearing me a little and I wince and squirm, but before I know it he's withdrawn his fingers and he's lining up his cock. He slides in, my arse pre-lubed with two other raw loads, and he gets to work. He's a good fuck. Not the best i've ever had, but it feels good, I can lie back and relax and I get a load. He likes to call me baby. I hate this. I don't need a pet name, you're not my boyfriend. Frankly, I'm embarrassed for him, but I want his load, so I groan and moan and make all the right noises. Once he's done, he climbs off and disappears in to the darkness. Three loads down. Lots more to go. Another short guy appears, cruising me in the corridor near the stairs. He's cute though, guessing in his forties, his head shaved. I would later learn that he's the owner. Well, he owns the place and several others with his gay dad and his gay brother. They don't play together, it was a question I asked frequently on later visits, each time the disappointing response came. Unwittingly though, I did get fucked by all three of them on separate occasions, which I wasn't aware of until afterwards. Not sure they were either. This guy would never fuck bareback. I guess he'd seen too many sad stories in saunas. But his dad did. I can't remember about his brother. I only had him once. I let this guy, the owner, fuck me though because I liked him, he was a decent guy and a nice fat cock and, despite using a condom every time, I enjoyed it. I'd keep the condom, or watch for where he'd thrown it and then, once he'd left I'd retrieve it, put it up my arse, reach in and pull it out nib first, squeezing as I did so to make sure i got his load. He'd often stay for a while and we'd lay in each other's arms, just talking. Nothing romantic, just that sort of intimacy you can only get with strangers who've just abused your hole in saunas - does that sound silly? I guess there's an honesty in there that doesn't leave those blacked out walls. Before leaving I took another load in a different cubicle. This time the top was an Asian guy. I've always had a thing for Asian guys, although, saying this, I love all men, so I'm not sure if I honestly have a preference for Asians. As I walked home I could feel the cold, wet sticky mess around the hair on my arse, and every step made me hard. I always keep the loads in me until I can't any longer and have a good wank once I'm home.

I was travelling with two friends of mine to the Pride celebration in NY on the subway. Emil and Chris were boyfriends, and I was feeling a little left out on the trip, but I was still having a blast. We had all had a fair amount to drink and were feeling good, dicking around, generally enjoying the festivities. I hadn't been to that many Prides before, and as a decently built twinkish type in my early 20s I was really enjoying the attention I was getting. While the rest of my friends found a place to sit down, I was left standing and trying to not get jostled too much in the crowd. I was surrounded by a group of older, beefy daddy types, which is generally my thing although I didn't like to admit to it at the time. They seemed like they were also a single group heading out to join the crowd. A few of them tried to make some small-talk with me, but I didn't really respond. I'm sure I seemed like a total prick, but the truth was I was just horribly awkward back then, and this was the kind of casual social encounter I dreaded. So Murphy's Law being what it is, it probably shouldn't have been a surprise that the train ground to a halt due to some sort of activity up ahead on the tracks: I couldn't make out what the conductor was saying clearly enough. I tried to focus on what my friends were talking about, but I had been jostled a little away from them and couldn't get back to them without being glaringly rude, so I just kind of stood there feeling self-conscious as hell and wishing it would be over soon. That's when one of the guys behind me moved up against me in a way that felt a little bit...personal. I tried to tell myself it was just the crowd, but I didn't really believe it. I thought he was probably just giving me shit for not saying much earlier, but then I felt a clear bulge press against the back of my shorts and suddenly all thinking went out the window. I was horrifyingly embarassed and had no idea what to do, so I just kind of stood there continuing to look dumbly. I don't know whether he took that as submission or permission, but he started to grind against me a little more aggressively, while his friends tried not to laugh. I was praying that my friends weren't noticing this, although I was pretty sure I wasn't that lucky. One of his friends stepped up to me and tweaked my nipples through my (too tight) shirt. This brought a new round of guffaws from the group of older guys, and some of the other passengers were starting to look over now. The guy in front of me stepped up and looked me directly in my face, the pulled my chin up so I would have to make eye contact with him. That's when he kissed me full on the lips. I just stood there for about 5 seconds, and then out of more or less shock I kissed him back slightly. I suppose I should have gotten a little more aggressive about telling the guys to back off, but in the moment I was too focused on wanting to crawl into a hole and disappear. Up til then it had felt like a joke going too far, but the tone definitely changed with the kiss. The guys in the immediate circle started to pay a lot of attention to us, and the guy behind me started aggressively pumping up against me in a very intense way. I hated the fact that I sort of enjoyed it; I was trying hard not to grind back. The guy in front of me began feeding his tongue into the kiss, getting serious about it. When he broke the kiss, he said in a firm tone of voice, "hold out your hands." Having no idea what he intended but feeling like I better go along, I held them out in front of me. They were shaking. He undid his belt in a fluid motion and then did something I was expecting: with a strong and expert grip, he grabbed my wrists and tied them above me so that my hands were suspended from one of the railings people hold on to. It happened so fast that I was left unsure what exactly had just happened, but also knowing that I had become very vulnerable. I struggled against the restraint, but he grabbed my arms to keep me from getting out and then buried his tongue in my mouth again. The guy behind me started to kiss my neck and I could feel his hands wandering up and down my sides. I felt grateful I didn't have my wallet on me. Still I was thinking, "how long could this last?" The guy in front started twisting my nipples hard and I grunted against him, but he grabbed my hair and told me to shut my mouth. Then he spit on my face to reinforce the point. Did I mention I love a dominant daddy? The front of my pants were betraying me. "Yes sir," and he went back to working my nipples and started to feel up my bulge. Then he unzipped my fly and started to pull my pants down. I started to object again, but he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "listen faggot, your friends are several feet away and the train is packed, so they still haven't noticed you. Shut your mouth and it might just stay that way." He didn't just pull my pants down part of the way: he actually got them all the way off, which wasn't easy. Why did I think it was a good idea to go commando for Pride? The guy behind me was going crazy, biting my neck and grinding against my now exposed ass. "Please stop," I whispered, but they weren't interested. Instead I heard the guy behind me unzip, and in a second I could feel his cock rubbing against my crack. He spoke for the first time, "You want Daddy's cock, don't you boy? You want this dick?" Fuck, he was serious. "Please don't fuck me." He ignored me and kept rubbing it against me. I heard a pop and felt his fingers against my hole; I realized he was applying lube. "No, please, I don't bareback!" I then realized how loud I had said that. Rather than respond, the guy behind my grabbed my hips and started to press his dick against my hole. I tried to struggle, but he was a lot stronger than I was and I was feeling defeated, not to mention turned on. Once he got an inch or two in, I knew I was done. He continued to push until he all of his 7 or so inches into me, at which point he let out a groan that the whole car must have been able to hear. I couldn't help it: I moaned just a little. "Yeah, that's it, you're going to be my little bitch today, aren't you?" He pulled out and then pushed in again, and it felt amazing. "Tell me how much you want my dick, boy." I continued to moan softly. Now people were definitely paying attention around us. I was well and truly screwed. "Yeah, I'm going to knock you up, boy. I'm going to dump that seed inside you. Then your friends will all see what a slut you are. Maybe some of them will start using you like the cum dump you are." He didn't last all that long: soon he was speeding up, and I felt a wave of lust and fear as he buried his cock deep in me and let out a long, slow growl. He pulled out, and the guy in front of me took his place immediately at my ass. One of the other older guys moved up in front of me and pulled out a knife which he used to cut off my shirt, so I was completely naked except for some beads. The guy fucking me now was huge, and he fucked like a jackhammer. I guess I should have been happy that I had the last guy's cum as lube to soften the pounding he was giving me, and I was doing my best not to be loud. He caught on to that, though, and started to taunt me. "Tell me how much of a slut you are," and when I didn't respond he would slap me hard across my face or my ass until I did. "Do you want my cum, whore?" "No sir, please don't." Slap. "Do you want my cum, slut?" "...yes sir." "Louder, cunt." "Yes Sir!" "Yes, what?" "Yes, I want your cum!" I was now fully fucking back against his dick and moaning like a true whore. What did it matter? I started begging him for his load inside me, for him to nut in me and fill me up. He with a few quick thrusts he called out, "Here it comes!" followed by one of the loudest orgasms I've ever heard. He must have shot in me at least 7 or 8 times. I bent back to kiss him and say, "Thank you daddy." He held my face in his big hand and asked, "You going to let my friends fuck you too, slut?" "Yes sir." "Good boy." From there it was a feeding frenzy. Fortunately, nearly everyone on the car was a gay guy headed in the same direction we were, but we were definitely getting a lot attention, some good, some bad. Emil looked kind of turned on. Chris looked pissed and disgusted, but I was beyond caring at the moment. I just wanted more of dick. When the next guy stepped up to fuck me I didn't hesitate to ask him to breed my faggot ass. He untied the belt at my hands and turned me around to face him before lifting me up in his arms. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his torso, and with a little help from one of the other guys he positioned his cock inside me and used my weight to drill down on him. I kissed him deeply while he fucked me, and he managed to get me in a position where he was fucking me against one of his buddies so there was better leverage. When he came I could feel his dick pulsing and pushing some of the other loads out. He scooped some of the cum up with a finger and fed it to me, and I ate it up. He let me down, and I bent down to suck his dick clean. He pushed my head down and told me to stay there, and soon he was letting a jet of piss down my throat. I was proud that I managed to swallow the whole thing. Two other guys took their turns at my ass, while a small crowd of guys around me were mostly cheering the whole scene on. This is when Chris decided to get involved. He stood up and slowly made his way from his seat through the crowd, most of whom were not to thrilled to give up their view. At this point I was flying from both the fuck and the attention. I liked being a whore for the crowd. "Jason, you dumbass, knock that shit off? What the hell do you think you're doing?" It seems that the guy who took off my pants and tied me with his belt had been waiting for this opportunity. He was standing next to where Chris managed to wedge himself and pushed him towards the crowd of guys waiting to fuck me. They immediately mobbed him, grabbing, restraining, but also kissing and groping. He was having none of it, but they managed to stick something in his mouth so he couldn't make too much noise. It didn't seem like they were going any farther with him, which surprised me. This is when that same guy who pushed Chris then made his way to Emil. "I see you staring. One of those dudes your boyfriend?" Emil pointed to Chris. "Your boyfriend's a prick. Stand up." Emil obeyed as if hypnotized. "Turn around." With no further discussion, the guy slipped Emil's pants down and fucked him until his load was dripping out of Emil's ass. It was very clear Emil was loving it, in spite of the fact that he and Chris were supposed to be monogamous and safe. The guy holding Chris moved him back over to Emil, bent him over and shoved his face in Emil's ass so that he could eat up the cum in his ass. When Chris refused, One of the guys slapped him until he complied. Chris was crying at this point but not really resisting any more. Emil turned around and sucked his load from Chris' mouth, who stared at him balefully. Now some of this I'm getting second-hand, because I was pretty busy getting slam-fucked by a guy with a massive biohazard tattoo on his neck. I wasn't super familiar with the lingo at the time, but I knew enough to get what he meant by his "dirty load." I figured it was a problem for another day. He came hard inside me and then pissed inside me, which I was loving. Emil was taking his second load of the day, while Chris called out that we were both whores and disappeared into the crowd. Another guy fucked Emil while I took my sixth load. The crowd was starting to disburse at this point, and even the guys who might have wanted a second turn sensed that it was probably better not to press their luck in case the police showed up at the station when they arrived. I found my pants, which were not adequate to conceal all of the cum escaping me, but then if that bothered other people that was their problem. Some of the guys invited me and Emil to hang with them this weekend. I said that would be great. Emil eventually wobbled over to me, looking guilty and shell-shocked. By contrast, I feel freer than I had ever felt. Emil asked me, "What just happened?" Staring into the glazed look in his eyes, I knew there was only one response. I turned him around and within a minute shot the biggest load of my life up Emil's ass. I kissed him as I came down, and told him I would be there for him. he folded into my arms and kissed me back. This was ten years ago now, and we've been there for each other ever since.