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This story is inspired by @swytch360 My Boy Stops PrEP My boy and I had an old fuckbuddy over for some fun a few weeks ago. Donnie had been POZ and undetectable for some time. I loved watching my boy take his big raw cock and cum over the years. We had seen him less and less in the past months and Donnie asked why. My boy said, honestly, that his sex drive was just waning. I’d noticed that too when fucking him myself or watching other buddies breed him. Donnie suggested it was actual risk that turned him on, reminding him that we’d started fucking together knowing he was POZ and undetectable long before we started PrEP. Now, it was like there were two safety barriers there. My boy nodded and agreed it wasn’t as hot taking his juicy loads as it used to be. My boy got an evil grin and suggested he try going off PrEP for a while. Donnie smiled back and told him he’d be honored to breed his unprotected ass. My boy led me and Donnie to the bathroom. He got the pill bottle and poured it into the toilet. He bent over and Donnie fucked him hard and flushed the john just as he bred my boy’s hole. We knew it would take 7-10 days for the protective meds to be flushed out of of my boy’s system. 11 days after his last pill, Donnie was back. We had a hot threeway. I ate my boy’s ass and sucked Donnie’s POZ cock, leaving it slick with spit. I even guided it into my boy’s hungry hole as he begged for POZ cum. Lately he’d been soft even getting pounded, but now his cock was rock solid, throbbing against his tight abs. My boy shot a big load all over the floor as Donnie filled his newly-unprotected boy pussy with fresh POZ cum. I got up to take a piss and came back to see them conspiratorially whispering to each other. After Donnie left, my boy asked me if it turned me on to see him off PrEP taking undetectable seed. I said YES! He asked me if I’d be ok seeing him take detectable seed. Even if I’d wanted to have said no, my boy could see I was rock-hard just thinking about it. A week later, Donnie arrived for our next newly-risky fuck session. He pulled up and honked his horn. My boy grabbed my hand and led us out to the car. We hopped in. Donnie and my boy knew where we were headed, but I was in the dark. A while later, we pulled up to a seedy bathhouse, the kind with gloryholes and private booths. Donnie signed us in as guests. He was a member, and by all appearances, a popular one. We went to his room and undressed. Donnie closed the door behind us for a little privacy even though anyone walking by would have heard what was about to happen. Again, I ate my boy’s ass and got it good and slick before guiding Donnie’s raw POZ cock into it. Once he was balls deep, Donnie turned to me and told me that he’d stopped his meds. While it would take a while to have potent POZ cum, he wouldn’t stop fucking my boy until he was no longer firing blanks. That got me so hard, knowing I was willingly participating in very risky behavior. Donnie could see I was about to cum just jerking myself off. He pulled back and let me breed my boy’s vulnerable unprotected hole. I caught my breath and pulled out as Donnie took my place. I loved seeing my NEG seed slosh out of my boy’s ass and all over Donnie’s POZ cock. Donnie shot off his dangerous POZ cum deep into my boy’s guts. When he pulled out, I saw a stranger tap his shoulder. While I had been fucking my slutty boy, Donnie had opened the door. Now, a gaunt guy with a saggy ass, round belly and sunken cheeks had shuffled in and was jerking a very impressive long cock sprouting out of a nest of silver pubes. Donnie laid down on the narrow mattress next to my boy and told him that a POZ daddy was going to fuck him too now. My boy just moaned and reached back, spreading his cummy cheeks apart for the toxic stranger to have his turn. That night, my boy took at least six POZ cocks in his raw boy pussy. We usually have a rule that no one sleeps over, but we made an exception for Donnie. When the three of us climbed into bed as the sun came up, my boy just held me and said, ‘thank you’ over and over. I held him as Donnie lined up his cock and pushed all of that toxic seed deeper and deeper inside my boy.

So, I'm 18 and its graduation day, 1978. And I'm sitting home... alone. No parties to go to, no friends to hang out.. Kind of been like that for a few years now. I know I'm gay but not acting on it. Instead, its countless hours of porn, usually straight porn, or an occasional playgirl magazine that I pick up at the same time I pick up the Playboy or Penthouse. But I know I like cock, and my j/o sessions are usually to movies that show a guys dick or ass, or a wresting match on tv, or even a repeat episode of Batman. But today, on my graduation day, I'm feeling really bummed and feeling like nothing will get me out of my funk. So Dad sees me moping around the house, and decides its time to do something to cheer me up.. Let's go for a ride he says, and even though the thought sounds horrible I agree. Kinda the typical quiet ride I usually have with Dad until we are near the destination of his choice and then he fills me in.. You need to do something fun, something wild, something stupid today.. and I'm gonna help make that happen he says.. Not something you'll want to share with Mom unless of course you want to kill herself and have her kill me in the same hour he adds.. I'm a little more interested than before and I listen more closely . He tells me how he knows I like to steal his porno magazines and based on the left over tissues in my bedroom and the countless hours i'm in there with the door locked, he knows that I'm doing what every boy and man does. masturbate as often as possible. Part of me is shocked, embarrassed, and yet theres also a part of me that has woken up inside.. At the moment I can't believe my dad is talking about this stuff with me but he has my full attention. Then he says we're going to go to the xxx porno theater for a movie or two. Now, I've seen the ads in the newspaper , right there along the ads for Grease and Saturday Night Fever, ads for xxx movies such as Debbie Does Dallas or Taboo. I always dreamed of seeing one, but figured maybe over the summer one night, certainly not going there together with my dad. Then I think I threw out one question after another to him. 1. Have you been here before Dad? ( Yup, many times) 2. Does Mom know ( No, sometimes, a guy has just got to get away for some alone time) 3. Whats it like inside ( just like a movie theater, but dark, so dark when you walk in, you can't see a thing) 4. Will it be crowded ( never packed, but there will be lots of guys in there, all spread out in the theater, walking around, standing in the back) 5 .Umm.. Dad when I look at magazines and stuff, I usually j/o. What do I do here? (just pretend you are at home, behind your closed door, no one cares here, everyone does the same thing) 6. You do that here too Dad? ( yup, like I said before sometimes you just got to get away for some alone time) And then I get quiet.. and we pull into the parking lot.. and my heart is pounding.. like its never pounded before. Dad parks the car and we get out. I walk two steps behind him as we walk up to the window.. Two tickets please.. and we walk in...Then Dad pulls open the theater door and we walk in to a sea of darkness.

Hey guys. I've spent quite some time here enjoying the stories and decided to add one of my own. It's based on my experiences and hope you like it. I walked up to the door knowing what I was in store for. I had been messaging him for a few weeks now and telling him my darkest desires. Over that time, I told him about how I wanted to give myself over. How I needed it. I wanted to be controlled…become a cuntboy. Yeah that’s right…a cuntboy. I remember the first time I heard someone call himself a pussyboy. It stuck with me; but yet, it wasn’t what I felt until I heard someone refer to their hole as a cunt. Yeah, a cunt…that was what it was. I wanted to be a cuntboy. I have to admit, there have been quite a few guys that were turned off once I mentioned it. I would bring it while messaging with Daddies who were interested in getting together as a sort of litmus test and most of the time that ended it. But this Daddy didn’t blink, so to speak, when I mentioned it during the first round of messages. In fact, he seemed more interested in meeting me after that. I told him what I was into…verbal, piss, tit torture, flogging, roleplay, spit, leather, rubber and control among others. He asked me if I had experienced Tina. I had quite a few times. It allowed me to give over to the pig in me. We continued messaging, including pics, for a week or so. Then came the day that he asked me if I was ready to meet. I didn’t hesitate. I immediately replied with a “Yes! When?” The next thing he did was send me his phone number. I grabbed my phone. I heard his deep voice. “Hello.” I hesitated then drew a breath. “Hello Daddy. It’s me, cuntboy.” He chuckled and I heard him smile. “Hi cuntboy. How are you? Can you be at my place in three hours? I just sent you the address. But first, you need to shave yourself down. I want your body smooth from the neck down. After that clean yourself out a couple of times and lube your cunt. I want you jock-strapped and ready to service me.” “Yes, Daddy.” I answered. I had always kept myself trimmed so it wouldn’t be too much to completely shave myself down. “Good boy,” I’ll see you then. I was hesitant as I walked up to the door three hours later and knocked. I had prepared just as he ordered. I had shaved my cunt smooth and had cleaned myself out several times in preparation for his cum. As he opened the door, I saw him...my Daddy. As he stepped back, he stood with his legs spread apart and arms crossed. He was in his 40’s, 6’1”, 210 lbs. with black hair, piercing blue eyes and a dark scruff on his face. I took in the sight of my Daddy...booted, wearing a leather harness and jockstrap. The four straps of his harness, two over his shoulders and two around his ribs were tightly wrapped around his muscular chest joined with a shiny metal ring in between his pecs. I noticed the straps around his ribs seem to push up his chest a bit showing off his pierced tits. His leather jockstrap was bursting at the seams from his cock and balls. His polished boots gleamed as the hallway light fell on them. The first words out of his mouth were, “Strip cuntboy. From now on, you’ll be ready for my cock at all times. Fold those clothes and put them next to the door on top of your shoes.” I kicked off my shoes and shivered as I pulled my t-shirt off. I didn’t know why; but I was nervous. As I undid my belt and pulled my jeans down, he came up to me and held me tight. “It’s ok cuntboy, Daddy’s here. Now put those away. You won’t be needing them anytime soon.” I neatly folded my jeans and t-shirt, grabbed my sneakers and placed them in the corner of the entryway. As I turned around, I saw Daddy smile. A black leather collar was in his right hand. “Remember what you told me cuntboy?” “Yes, Daddy. I told you I loved the feeling of a tight collar around my neck.” As he walked toward me, I fell to my knees ready to accept what that collar meant. “You will be collared and jock-strapped while you are here. Understand boy? Every time you enter this house, you will strip down the minute you enter. I want your cunt ready to take my cock at all times. You will then kneel and wait for me to place this collar around your neck.” As he neared me, I saw a shiny metal tag on the collar. Daddy noticed my look. “That’s for you cuntboy. A tag so everyone will know what you are.” He held the tag in his left hand to show me. “It says cuntboy. I had it made after the first chat we had.” Then I felt it. The leather collar going against my neck, tightened and locked. “Daddy…I’m your fucking cuntboy,” I moaned. Daddy chuckled, “Now let me see my cuntboy. Stand up.” There I stood…legs apart, hands behind my back and my eyes down…32 years old, standing at 5’11”, 165 lbs. with short brown hair and green eyes awaiting his approval. My tits were pierced with silver rings that shone against my pecs. I wanted this so much but my cock stayed limp in my yellow SafeTGard jockstrap due to my nervousness. “Yellow huh? Good boy. Turn around and show me your cunt. Are you smooth?” I turned, bent over and spread my ass cheeks. I heard him approach. Suddenly, I felt his hands begin to inspect my cunt. His fingers neared my cunt lips as I began to get hard. I could feel my cock come alive as my cunt lips became sensitized to my Daddy’s touch. His fingers went lower and I felt him grab the two guiche rings and pull on them. I moaned again. Then he let go. “Good boy, you did a good job. And I see you’re getting relaxed. Your cock is growing. Very nice. But you know that you are to concentrate on my cock, right cuntboy? Your cock doesn’t matter.” “Yes, Daddy.” I responded as he smacked my ass cheeks and told me to stand straight. Daddy then attached a leash to my collar and pulled. “Come on boy. It’s time you service your Daddy.” There I was...a cuntboy collard and jock-strapped being led into the house by a leash. We walked through the house passing the living room and down the hall. As we walked, down the hallway, I shivered again for some unknown reason. “It’s ok cuntboy. Breathe deep. You’ll be fine. Trust me.” Daddy reassured me. I felt my leash tighten as pulled me to him. Again, I felt his strong arms around me as his hands moved down to my cunt. As his fingers moved to my cunt lips and gently massaged them, I relaxed. “You’re doing fine boy. We’re almost there.” As we reached the door, Daddy stopped and looked at me. “Cuntboy, in this room you will always be safe. I will push your limits and there will be things that you may never have thought you’d do. In time, you will discover parts of yourself that you haven’t imagined.” Daddy opened the door and led me in. A red tinged light shown throughout a room painted a matte black on the walls and ceiling. The black vinyl flooring completed the color scheme of the room. The scent of leather, piss and cum from previous encounters filled the air as I took in the sights. Off to one corner I could see a black tile open shower unit with two shower heads. The glistening metal of the attached shower shots sparkled as they contrasted against the black tiles. Opposite that, lengths of chain shone from a leather sling hanging from the ceiling beams. Mirrors were placed on the walls and ceiling forming the sling’s corner of the to ensure both participants would see each other’s view as they fucked. Off to the side, play toys were lined up on shelves…whips, plugs, floggers, tit clamps, masks and such. Then there was the bed. A large black metal four poster bed covered in black rubber sheets. From the frame and posts hung chains and cuffs ready to restrain at Daddy’s desire. A large flat-screen tv was mounted on the wall visible from every angle of the dungeon. Scenes of leather clad men fucking, sucking, pissing and fisting were playing…all reflecting what had gone on in this room. My cock had never been as hard as it rose above my jockstrap’s waistband and began to leak. I was in heaven. Daddy laughed as he noticed my pre-cum leaking and soaking my jock. He wiped his finger against my cockhead and brought it to his lips as he looked me in the eyes. I watched him wipe it on his lips as he said, “Go ahead cuntboy, taste yourself.” He wrapped his strong arms around me and I felt his harness against my chest as our tit rings hit. My tongue went wild…licking and consuming the pre-cum mixed with my Daddy’s spit until it was gone. “OK boy. Let’s get started.” he laughed. Daddy led me by my leash over to the table next to the bed. On the table I could see a cut straw and some six white lines lined up. “I like it old school to begin,” he chuckled. “You first, cuntboy. I want you flying. I want your cunt to take over. We’ll have those to start with.” “Yes, Daddy,” I responded. I bent down, grabbed the straw, and snorted a line. As I straightened up, I felt the initial sting of the crystals hit my nasal membrane. “Another cuntboy,” Daddy ordered, “Now.” The second was a snap. I could feel my skin begin to tingle. All these feeling came rushing in. Suddenly, I could feel the warm hunger begin deep inside me as I watched my Daddy do a couple of lines. “How you feeling cuntboy?” he asked. The ache took over. “Fucking hot Daddy. I need cock!” I begged as my cunt began to ache. Daddy pulled down on my leash and forced me to my knees. “Ok, cuntboy. Enough for now. The night is young. Down on your knees. It’s time to service Daddy.” He pushed my face to his engorged jockstrap as I dropped to my knees. “Lick it cuntboy. Show me how much you need my cock.” I began licking the leather, feeling his cock pulse within the enclosed pouch as I took in the scent of piss and cum soaked leather. I moaned as the craving intensified in my cunt. I wanted to feel his cock inside me stretching out my cunt lips as he fucked me. I needed it…more than anything at the moment. I needed to feel his cum feeding my cunt. “That’s it cuntboy. Show me how much you want this. A cuntboy belongs between a man’s legs.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy! I’m your fucking cuntboy. Fucking cum hungry cuntboy.” I moaned as I continued worshipping his leather clad cock as the Tina took over my body. “You ready for my cock, cuntboy?” he laughed. “Tell me. You want my cock?” “Yes, Daddy. Please!” I moaned as I continued feeling the outline of his cock through the leather with my tongue. Suddenly, I felt Daddy’s hand on my shoulders and he pushed me back until my leash pulled tightly on my collar. I began to panic. I needed him. I needed his cock. Daddy saw the look in my eyes. “Don’t worry cuntboy.” He smiled as he pulled me up by my leash and led me back to the table, “You’’ll be servicing my cock but first let’s do another line. I want my cuntboy flying.” I quickly inhaled the line into me. As I was about to release the straw, an urge overcame me and I took the other one. Daddy laughed as he opened the drawer, pulled out a metal container. He removed a small bag and placed another line on the table. “Ah, my cuntboy is getting there. Good thing there’s more.” Daddy grabbed his leather clad bulge and squeezed...slowly removing the codpiece from his jock with both hands as I heard the snaps give way as he threw it aside. There it was…my Daddy’s thick cock jutting out. I stared at it as it pulsed…his PA rising and falling to the rhythm of his heartbeat as my mouth watered and my cunt ached…the thick veins on his shaft promising that my cunt lips would feel it as his cock entered my cunt. Then there were his balls…large and full of the cum I craved. “There it is cuntboy. Worship it. Show me you’re worthy of Daddy’s cock.” He demanded. I groaned loudly staring at my Daddy’s cock as I prepared for it to enter my mouth. I licked my lips and opened wide. I felt the metal ring, warm from my Daddy’s body, slide over my tongue as the shaft invaded my mouth and hit the back of my throat. I gagged slightly. As it continued down my throat, I willed my throat to expand and take it all. “Look at me cuntboy. I want to see your eyes as you take my cock.” Daddy ordered. “Blink twice to let me know you understand me and will obey.” I blinked twice knowing that I wanted to obey and serve my Daddy. His shaft continued entering as I began to breathe through my nose so I wouldn’t choke and be able to keep his cock in me. I felt his hands holding my collar as I felt the root of his cock on my lips. I had my Daddy’s complete cock in me. I was Daddy’s cuntboy servicing his cock and surrounding it with my spit and slime. I was in heaven as my Daddy’s cock was pulsing down my throat. We stayed like that for a while…Daddy stroking my face and chin encouraging me. “Good cuntboy. Hold it. That’s a good boy. Breathe. Breathe. You can do it. Don’t suck...just keep it there. I’m gonna train you to keep my cock warm in your mouth all night long. In the morning, you’ll take my piss before releasing my cock. You’d like that wouldn’t you cuntboy?” My eyes were fixed at his face. I wanted to let him know that I needed his fluids, his cum and piss in me. All the while, my cunt was radiating a desire and hunger. As I held his cock in my mouth, I could feel the hunger getting stronger and stronger…the need to be fed. “Now suck Daddy’s cock, boy. I know you want it.” I instinctively began to suck as I moaned. My tongue explored every inch of the cock I was allowed to worship...from the root...up past the pulsing veins...to the warm metal ring that topped his cock and back down. He moaned loudly as my lips closed around the thick root while my throat constricted around his cock. My spit worked to coat it for my hungry cunt. I pulled back and gently scraped my teeth along the shaft all the way to the head before grasping the ring with a tug and diving back down to repeat the worship of my Daddy’s cock. Suddenly, I felt his hands firmly grab both sides of my head and I felt him forcibly push himself in and out of my mouth again and again. He began to fuck my face. “Relax that throat, cuntboy. That’s it.” I relaxed my throat and eagerly accepted my place as his cuntboy...an instrument to satisfy my Daddy’s lust. He gripped my head harder as he began to slow the thrusts but the intensity of them remained. I knew what was coming. I was craving it...his cum....his fluids. “Getting close boy. Don’t worry. I’ll be feeding that cunt of yours too. This is only the first feeding you’ll get tonight.” As he pulled out, he held my head firmly with his cockhead on my tongue. I felt his cock spasm and I began to milk his cock for all it was worth. “Fuck cuntboy! Take my cum!” Daddy yelled as the cum gushed into my mouth as I tried not to spill a drop. “Don’t swallow it boy!” he ordered, “Just hold it there for now.” I hesitated. I could taste the delicious cum. I wanted his cum and have it become a part of me. “Show me boy. Show Daddy how much cum you milked from his cock.” I began to open my mouth but felt the cum begin to spill out. I paused but then lifted my chin and I opened my mouth presenting the load of cum that I had received as I looked dutifully into his eyes. “Beautiful cuntboy...Now swallow. Taste your Daddy’s cum. Look at me.” Our eyes remained fixed as I swallowed. I felt the cum as it slid down my throat and I opened my mouth to show Daddy that I had taken all of it into me. “Good boy,” he laughed. “That was a great start. How’s that cunt of yours doing? Is it getting hungry?” My backside began to move rhythmically as he gently held my head. I couldn’t control it. My instincts had kicked in. “I see your cunt needs feeding.” Daddy laughed. “It won’t take long to get me ready to fuck you. But before that happens, I need my cuntboy to take my piss. I want you even more fucked up when you take my cock. But first, you need to clean my cock.” My mouth eagerly reached for his cock to devour the remains of his cum. My tongue worked his cock as he made encouraging sounds. Once he was satisfied that I had completed my duties, he released my head. As he pulled out, an emptiness overtook me. I longed to feel his entire shaft in my warm mouth and down my throat again. “Yeah cuntpig, time to feed on Daddy’s piss, but don’t swallow all of it boy.” Daddy’s veined cock glistened with my spit and throat slime as I kept my mouth open for his piss. I looked up into his eyes with a hunger as my mouth filled with the taste of his chemmed up piss and I swallowed but making sure I left some in my mouth at all times. When Daddy finished pissing, he pulled me up by my leash. “Give me some of that chem piss, boy.” Placing his lips to mine, I fed him the remaining chem piss. “How was that?” he asked, “You like my piss, cuntboy?” “Fuck yeah! Daddy!” I smiled as I wiped the remaining drops of his piss and spit from my lips with my hand and greedily licked it up. “Good, cause I’ll be feeding it to you every day. You’ll be my urinal from now on cuntboy. Now it’s time to see how hungry that cunt is.”

I had smoked T before and I knew that it made me wild, it took me to my core and made me want to be used, abused, surrender and please. One day, my dreams came true and I met a serious player who gave me my first slam. This is a true story. We had exchanged messages on NKP. He knew what I was about, 100% sub, and up for most things and wanted to be slammed and thoroughly used, but I was scared. I had told him that I wanted somebody to poz me, but I wanted it to mean something and be memorable and into group. I found myself uncontrollably walking to his, I knocked on the door and he answered, in a went, took off my shoes and he started chatting to me. He told me that he had got all we needed and we should go downstairs. A sling was in the corner, mirrors on the ceiling, and around the bed and a camera in the corner. Oddly I didn’t care about the camera, I was in the mood where I needed to be abused, taken from and ruined. He showed me how to smoke, and showed me where the crystals were. I smoked a little and took on board his instructions to inhale slowly and hold it in for as much as possible. He then put on some porn, which I now know to be called slammin perverts and told me to go to the bathroom to prepare. I came back to the bedroom and sat on the bed and said that he thought it was time to slam me up. He set the video recording, which I still have. He said the time and place and that I had been smoking, was a pig and I was going to be slammed up for the first time and it was fucking horny. Looking back at the video, I am sat there, collared, and already spun from the t, I say, I hope this fucks me up and observe a guy being fisted deep in the video. The needle measurement is read out, .25 whatever that means and then it is inserted, injected and removed. I hold my arm up and am told there is no need as my face is hidden from the camera. Suddenly I gasp, and say I can feel it in my throat, there is no cough like I was expecting but a sudden rush and the true me comes right to the front. I want to be fisted like him, ruin me, and poz me up I say. He says, on video, I think we have a convertor, I say please convert me, he says, no, I mean converted to slamming. Oh my god, I want to do it all I say, hurt me I beg, he says what about being in my sling, and while a guy is fucking you, I slam you up, is that there sort of thing you want to do he says and I say yes. Then he slams himself as I am mesmerised by the severe and hardcore porn going on around me. I recall badly, desperately wanting to be seriously abused like never before. Let me know if you want me to continue.

It should smell like sweat, sperm, and the crotches of the men that grind on it.

Please be gentle this is my first story: Park Toilets, The First Visit After having had two girlfriends, at the age of 30 I was starting to explore my bi side by chasing cock in public toilets and I was starting to realise I enjoyed sex with guys far more than I had with females. Sex with guys I found to be much more intense and also appealed to my nasty side. In a gay bar one day I overheard two guys talking about some toilets in a park on the other side of town that had been closed down three years ago and were now overgrown. Apparently someone had forced open the door and the toilets which were well hidden were now being used by the more sleazy type of guys, especially after it got dark as there was no lighting in there. One guy saying that mostly older guys some of whom were HIV used these toilets and that he had heard that hardly anyone in there ever used a condom. Now I was still new to sex with guys and had only been fucked twice, both times I had insisted on the other guy wearing a condom as I did not want to catch anything and on hearing the way guys behaved in these toilets I was somewhat disgusted. However after a couple of weeks my mind kept returning to what the two guys in the bar had said and each time I thought about what was going on in the toilets I was not as disgusted as the previous time. Although I would not admit it to myself after a month I was getting turned on by the thought of the nastiness of the guys in there, fucking strangers bareback etc., I felt my cock twitch each time I thought about what guys were doing in there and decided I would visit the toilets just to have a look. So with a day off work I decided to go to the other side of town and see if the stories were true. Arriving at the park mid afternoon it took me some time to find the toilets as they were quite overgrown, but someone had made a small gap in the hedge for guys to climb through. I went in through the half open door, which was bent over and wedged and before I could take anything in, the most revolting smell of stale piss hit me. It was obvious that guys still used the toilets but there was now no water to clean them. Going in round the corner of the toilets I saw there was a long floor trough and three cubicles, all of which had their doors smashed, but there was no one was inside. I breathed both a sigh of relief and of disappointment at finding the toilets empty, at this stage I was still not sure what I wanted if anything, but the nastiness of the place did have an attraction to my more depraved twisted side. I hung round for about 20 minutes, but with no one coming in I got bored and decided to leave and found a nearby bar. After having had three pints I was feeling slightly tipsy and hornier than ever. I walked out of the bar intending to get a taxi back home, but found myself walking back towards the park. It was almost dark as I re-entered the park and in the dark struggled to find the gap in the hedge, having found the gap I went back into the now dark toilets and sensed more than saw two bodies at the far end. I slowly edged towards the two bodies and as I got close in the dim moonlight I saw both guys were naked. They were both kissing each other as they wanked each others cocks. Looking closer at the two guys I shuddered as I saw they were both unattractive, their bodies looked drained and obviously both guys were over 60 years of age. Despite my disgust at these two ugly old farts, I couldn't stop my cock getting hard at the nastiness of the situation of two old naked men having sex in the most disgusting toilets I had ever been in. As I was watching the two guys one beckoned to me and then put his hand around my head and started to kiss me, gently at first, but then started sticking his tongue down my throat. I couldn't believe how hot and horny this felt and despite his age I just couldn't stop myself from returning his tongue action. The other guy started to strip off my clothes and before I really thought about it all my clothes were on the top of theirs and here I was a 30 year old man naked with two naked decrepit old guys over twice my age. But amazingly despite their outward looks of tired drained old bodies both had really big, hard and horny looking cocks, which I was soon sucking. As I was bent over sucking one of the guy's cocks, the other guy started to rub his cockhead over my brown hole, this was the first time I had felt a bare cock rub my hole and I loved the sensation it gave me. He then started to work one then two fingers up inside me and I realised he was getting my hole loosened to fuck me, I did stop sucking the other guy's cock and turned and told him I would only be fucked with a condom, to which he replied that he didn't have a condom and that he would just play around and once again started rubbing his cock over my hole. The guy whose cock I was sucking handed me a bottle, I had heard of poppers but never used them, but with the nastiness of the situation this seemed the perfect time to try them. Wow, I could not believe the buzz they gave me, as the guy behind me said "Don't panic I am just pushing it in an inch so you can see how bare cock feels" and with that he sunk his cockhead an inch or maybe a bit more into my unprotected cunt. I was given another hit of the poppers as the guy behind kept moving his large cockhead in and out of me and any pain I had originally felt soon disappeared and I was starting to enjoy the feel of his old cock inside me as he pushed even more of his large cock into me. I was both excited and afraid at the thought of having unprotected sex and said to him "What ever you do, please don't cum inside me". He replied "Don't worry I wont" and started thrusting a bit faster in me. As I continued sucking the cock of the guy in front of me, he started to piss straight into my mouth, which I began to swallow. Piss as much as anything gets me horny and with the nastiness of the place, being fucked by a dirty old man and kept being given poppers I was getting to the point where I lost all my inhibitions. I could feel the guy behind me speeding up, in a moment of sanity I asked him whether he was neg or poz, he replied, "I'm poz". The guy in front immediately gave me another hit on the poppers and I could not believe myself when I said, "Do whatever you want, I have gone past caring". The old guy fucking me said, "Do you want my poz load in you". I shouted back, "Infect me if you want, shoot your poz cum deep inside me, knock me up, I want to be pozzed" and with that I heard him groan and moan and felt his cum shooting inside my unprotected body. It was less than a week before I returned to the toilets looking for more nasty fun.

I have got to tell you about what happened yesterday morning. So, I went to Bear Day at the bathhouse yesterday.. Kinda a disappointing turnout compared to other months. I only got four loads shot into me. As a bathhouse load count, that's low for me, but with bears and daddies? I have always felt like those type of guys took special care of me, making sure I get every drop of cum buried far enough that it won't drip out, and that I was bred as many times with as many loads as they could give me. Bottom (hehe) line, I was not going to get what I needed if I stayed there. Of course I didn't want to give up completely either and just go home. So I got a hotel room. Now what I was especially hoping for was that my ex's brother would be there. He works 3rd shift front desk, and I am fairly sure I'm close to getting him to fuck me. At the very least he has snuck up to my room on a few occasions to play camera man while some guy breeds my ass, so he is definitely more comfortable with bareback man-sex than your average straight guy. So great! Whether he fucked me or not, I'd still get some new video clips to enjoy with hot encounters to re-live later on. Of course it was his night off. This entire cum-hunt just keeps declining. So before I got the room I texted a few people to see if there was enough interest among my regular fuckbuddies that the cost of the hotel room would be worth it - that I'd get a decent number of breedings tonight. Two guys in particular were all over it! And these weren't some random internet hookups either, I've known each of them longer than I have known my husband. Texting back and forth... They are both on their way over! They have all the info, the room number, how to get here... Never fucking showed up. No responses to any messages sent to them. All night long: Grindr, Scruff, Growlr, BBRT, A4A, even Manhunt. Nothing. I dozed here and there, but my need to have my furry fuckhole filled kept me going. So, the sun comes up and I go outside for a cigarette. There's a guy there smoking a joint. I comment, "Well there's one of the best ways to start the day" He laughs I casually gesture with my phone "I'm working on the other one." He doesn't understand. I showed him the phone. Scruff was on the screen and I commented that it was a "dating app." Took him a second, and I was able to watch the moment when it registered in his mind that it was all guys. Understandably it took him a little by surprise - the guy was not expecting that - but he was cool about it. Seemed to genuinely not give a shit. Told him about last night, how I was supposed to get laid and they both stood me up and that all of it was the reason I was spending the morning jumping back and forth between the fuckbuddy apps. He was impressed that there was supposed to be two guys coming over last night. I was impressed that out of all of that, that was the detail that stood out most to him. He asked what we would have done if they had shown up, and I very boldly and confidently said, "I dunno, they'd probably both have just ended up breeding me a few times and then gone home. He goes, "Breed you?" I wondered if he was being a smart-ass at first, because apparently I believed it to be a more commonly used term than it actually is. I said, "Well yeah, you know, cum in my ass" again with more confidence than I had ever earned in my life. Seriously where the fuck was this even coming from? So he asked what Scruff had to do with all that. I told him I was trying to get someone to come over and breed my ass before checkout time, and that maybe then I'd feel a little better about the night before. He leans in a bit and quietly says, "I'll do it" I had a feeling we were headed there. I was not giving him time to talk himself out of it. I put my cigarette out. "Awesome, let's go!" He just had to run back to his room first to tell his wife he was going out for a walk.Great. Guess I won't bee seeing him again anytime soon. He started toward his room, stopped, hesitated, turned toward me and said, "Nah, fuck it. Let's just go to your room. Went upstairs to my room, stripped. Didn't suck him long, since he was already hard when the pants came off. This dick wad going to be a challenge. I mean we're not talking over-the-top too big, but it sure as hell was not a "starter cock" either.He suggested I lube up my ass a little. Trust me pal, there was never a time where that wasn't in the plan. I lubed my hole up nicely and I handed him lube. Never once even looked like he would ask for a rubber - didn't enter his mind. Jackpot. I turned around and this total stranger I had just met outside on the sidewalk and never asked his name, slid his raw cock slowly into my ass. I won't lie, it fucking hurt. He definitely pushed into my ass faster than I can handle, but I was determined to deal with as much pain as I could, only slowing or stopping him when it became unbearable. I wanted this to be as easy and enjoyable for him as it could be - because there was no fucking way I was about to give him any reason to leave. He pulled out for a moment and I attacked a bottle of poppers (which he kindly tossed to me without my even thinking of it). As I felt the skin of his cock inching its way back into my hole, it not only felt better, it felt fucking amazing. What the fuck kind of poppers did I buy again? A few second later, I realized that it was not the poppers which had made the feeling of his bare cock inside of me so intense. It was the fact that since he had re-entered me, he had been cumming the entire time. And this man shot buckets. He came a little quicker than I would have liked, but I don't care because it was massive. And even though I didn't realize it until a bit later, that is how I took my 200th load of 2019 .

I won't fuck or get fucked with a condom.

Of course I like to think of myself as nice ,kind, loving and sometimes I am actually those things, but when it comes to bug chasing I can be a lying dirty slut. Of course I can be a good dirty lying slut ,but sometimes guilt catches up, but it may not do much. It started on a Sunday and it finished on a Tuesday. On the Sunday in question I was randomly looking on Barebackrt and looking at parties in my area. I mean I should start by saying I am a versatile bottom so a party promising a guy who was Neg bottom looking for Poz loads should have left me interested ,but basically as a Top looking for a load. I never felt that at all. I replied to the Ad. There were already 7 replies. The guy , who was nice, came back to me almost immediately. He said my profile said I was mainly a bottom looking for Poz loads. Obviously he wanted to be the center of attention and it was his hotel room. I mean he didn't say this but we both knew what he meant. I reassured him I was topping only that night and was only there to breed him. Then I dangled the idea of my unknown status. He was in and I was a lying whore. I knew what I wanted was the very thing he feared. Tuesday Night came and I left work early , got prepared and went to the address I had been given. I knew before I entered the almost seedy hotel room, that out of the 11 guys who said they were coming , only probably 2 would show up , so I was surprised to see 4 other guys in the small dark room. The bottom was on the bed already being fucked and moaning. The TV was loud to mask the sound. Another guy , who looked like he was in his 60s was shoving a big fat cock down the bottom's thoat. The other two guys were sitting on the second bed jerking off and looking at the sex. There was silence,besides the TV and the moaning. I sat down on the bed and took off my clothes, shoving them near the other piles of clothes and then lay back and started stroking. The other two guys in their possible 30s and 40s were stroking their cocks hard. The guy in his 40s had a large fat cock with a PA. The other guy just average but lovely cock. They were both looking hard at the sex in front of them and I was looking hard at them. The guy getting fucked was in heaven , he was moaning and writhing as he was being fucked. He was in his 40s I would say , but tonight he was the center of attention. I was about to take all of that away. The guy in his 30s was next to me and I lent down and started sucking on the guy's cock. It was lovely and he started moaning. I kept sucking. I stopped for a moment and then said loud enough for the 2 guys to hear me. " Fuck watching this guy getting pozzed turns me on so much, it almost makes me want to give up my Neg bottom status to be pozzed. I mean it is so fucking hot. I cant wait to fuck him, but as bottom I would love those Poz loads in my ass". I started sucking again. I knew I had both their attention. Within a second I had of them fingering my hole. I am a deceitful bitch. Soon while I was sucking the 30ish guy I could feel both their hands start grabbing my ass. The PA guy was most aggressive. " So you know what your saying don't you ? " He said quite loud. Louder than I wanted. It suddenly became apparent to the guys fucking, that something was happening. The guy with the PA continued loudly " This guy is a bottom Neg and wants to be fucked. He is gagging for it and while I wait my turn for the sloppy bottom over there I am going to fuck this bugchasing slut " I had been sucking cock but I could feel the bottom's eyes on me. I wanted this. I am a deceitful bitch. To be continued

I looked over at Louis, wondering what he thought. I spoke first and said “I’m cool with it, but you guys work together, so it might make things weird.” I expected Louis to agree and to bow out, but I kind of wanted him to say yes since I thought it would be a fun time. The gears in Louis’ head seemed to be running at full speed. “What happens out of the office doesn’t affect how we work together, right?” Louis said to Brandon a few moments later. “Right. It’s a fuck, not a romance” Brandon replied. Louis nodded and we gulped down the last of our warm, mostly backwash, beer. I saw a few guys in the bar grin and nod at me as we left, no doubt they knew what we were going to do. We got out on the sidewalk and Brandon took charge. Brandon said to me “My place is only a few blocks from here. Is yours closer?” I shook my head ‘no.’ He looked at Louis and said “Don’t tell anyone where my apartment is, OK?” Louis nodded, saying “You’re the only one at work that knows I’m bi, so let’s keep both a secret for now.” I guessed that Brandon didn’t want anyone at work to know he lived in the heart of boys town. With that, Brandon turned and Louis and I followed. I chuckled to myself as we walked down the familiar streets. Several guys stared at us, with one guy whistling as we walked. I’m sure it was for Louis, who still had his t-shirt off and the harness on. We turned and went into the courtyard of one building and Louis curiously looked at me. I gave him a smile and a nod and we turned and went to the door, up the stairs and into the apartment facing my buddy Tom’s place across the courtyard but one floor down. For all of Brandon’s confidence leading us to his apartment, once inside he seemed extremely nervous. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his bare chest, whispering in his ear “anything you don’t like, just let us know.” Louis came up to us and pressed his lips to Brandon’s and kissed him. He moved his head to the side and kissed me, our heads next to Brandon’s. Brandon turned his head and it became a three way kiss. My hands roamed up and down Brandon’s chest, my fingers flicking over his very hard nipples. Louis came a little closer and the front of my paw was stroking Brandon’s chest and the back brushing over Louis’ chest. Louis reached down and unbuttoned Brandon’s jeans and then his own. I squeezed Louis’ nipples between my fingers and rubbed my thumbs over Brandon’s hard nubs. Our tongues were dancing together and then I felt Louis fumbling to open my jeans. He finally got the button open and then the zipper, pushing my jeans down. We broke the kiss and finished stripping ourselves. When I stood up I saw Louis standing there in nothing but his harness, Brandon was wearing just some tight trunks and I was in my ripe jockstrap. Louis and I must have thought the same thing as we each hooked a finger on each side of Brandon’s trunks and tugged down, leaving him naked. It’s hard enough when you have two versatile guys trying to see who tops and who bottoms but here we were with a third guy. I knew Brandon bottomed, but I didn’t know if he topped too. Brandon made the first move and hooked a finger into the ring on Louis’ harness to steady himself and started to kneel. He flicked his tongue over Louis’ left nipple a few times and then moved over and did the same with my right nipple. As he got to his knees, he found himself staring at Louis’ mostly hard shaft that had a sheen of precum on the tip. Brandon licked over the head of Louis’ cock and then wrapped his lips around the shaft and started to suck him. A few minutes later, Brandon reached up and pulled my stiff rod out of the jock and wrapped his hand around it, slowly jerking it. I smiled and realized, at least for now, Brandon was going to bottom for us. I leaned in and started to make out with Louis and just as my tongue slipped into his mouth I felt Brandon’s tongue playing with my PA. Brandon continued moving between our two cocks, never getting either of us too close or leaving the other unattended for too long. He may have never been in a 3way, but he seemed to be getting the hang of sucking the pair of us. Maybe this had been the bulk of Brandon’s experience with men - on his knees sucking guy after guy. After about fifteen minutes, Louis pulled his arm from around my shoulder and down between us. Brandon had just switched back to Louis’ cock and now had both of Louis’ hands around the back of his head. Louis started slow, but built up speed and depth until he was properly fucking Brandon’s face. Just like he had when I face fucked him, Brandon never complained or pushed away. There were a few small gags, but mostly just the sound of Louis’ moans as his cock plunged into Brandon’s throat. I kneeled down next to Brandon and coated a pair of fingers with the spit dripping off his chin and whispered in his ear “If he’s going too hard, just tap his leg.” Brandon’s hands didn’t move from their grip on Louis’ ass cheeks. I moved my hand back and traced Brandon’s crack with my slick fingers. He raised his ass up a little pushing it closer to my fingers which quickly found his puckered hole. A little more work with my fingers and a little more spit from his chin had a pair of digits fully in his chute. Brandon’s hole responded to my encouragement and opened up nicely. It was time to take it a little further so I hooked my fingers inside Brandon’s hole and gave a gentle upward tug. It took a few tries until he realized what I wanted, but there he was with his ass in the air and still slurping on Louis’ cock. My beard pressed against his ass cheeks while my tongue lapped along his crack deeper and deeper until it found his hole. I didn’t rim Brandon the other time we fucked since I was too eager to get my dick inside him. I was finding out that was a mistake. Brandon seemed to really like getting his ass eaten and kept pushing back to get my tongue in deeper. My tongue was getting tired after feasting on his hole for a while so I gave each ass cheek a firm slap and squeeze before standing up and dragging my cock along the crevice. The piercing and the tip of my cock were resting on his pucker as I added a few globs of spit and pushed in. The steady pressure got his hole to yield and my bare cock started to push inside. Brandon groaned around his mouthful of Louis’ shaft and I let him get used to my girth for a moment. Just as I was about to begin, Brandon moved his hips around and I really knew he was ready. I rocked my hips, dicking him deeper each time until I finally bottomed out. I gave him a good fuck, pounding hard and then backing off. I could tell with the harder thrusts he was getting forced onto Louis’ cock which seemed to get Louis closer than he would like. When I got close to shooting, I motioned to Louis to come over to me. He shook his head “no” but did pull out of Brandon’s mouth. Grabbing my chance, I pushed Brandon to the floor and drilled him as my cock started to throb. I laid on his back, growling in his ear as my hips thrust a few final times until my cock began to shoot. Ropes of cum painted his chute as spurts of cum pumped into him. I stayed there a few moments after the orgasm faded, my sweaty chest glued to Brandon’s back. My breathing got back to normal and immediately Louis slapped my ass hard. The sting ripped through my body and I looked back at him with my best “WTF” look. Louis wasn’t interested in waiting any longer for his turn and as he raised his hand again I rolled off. Louis flipped Brandon on to his back and raised his legs up over his shoulders. Brandon’s hole was well lubed and probably was still gaping when Louis planted every inch of his cock into Brandon’s fuck hole. Brandon let out a gasp but then was staring right into Louis’ eyes. The two seemed to come to a silent understanding before Louis began to fuck. I straddled Brandon’s head, leaving my cum covered cock to rest on his lips and pulled his legs toward me. It gave Louis a better angle to drill and drill he did. Brandon licked and nursed on my cock, sucking most of the cum off of it. Brandon must have had him really close because after about five minutes of fucking, I heard the familiar grunts from Louis and then a groan. I watched Louis’ body flex and twitch as he pumped his seed into Brandon’s hole. When the spurts ended, Louis pulled out and laid down on the floor next to Brandon. I left them for a couple minutes to recover before I said sternly “Roll over, Louis.” “What?” he replied. “Turn over. Now.” I answered even stronger and Louis rolled over on to his stomach. I looked at Brandon who was slowly stroking his still hard cock and nodded my head. He looked back at me with a worried face and I wondered if he was a total bottom with guys. Yeah, his cock was shorter than either Louis’ or mine, but it was rock hard and Brandon hadn’t blown his load as far as I knew. I glared at him and he got the hint, climbing on top of Louis and straddling his ass. “Fuck him” I said, in a softer voice than I had told Louis to turn over. He added more spit to his cock and then spread Louis’ ass apart, dripping a generous glob of saliva on to his hole. He looked back at me tentatively and I nodded. Brandon then leaned forward and guided his rigid shaft to the entrance and slowly dipped his cock in. Both of them let out moans and I just hoped that Brandon wouldn’t shoot right away and give Louis a good fuck. He did seem to be fighting off the urge to cum, but soon got into a good motion. He never really pounded Louis, but the penetration was firm and deep with a few hard thrusts occasionally. After about fifteen minutes of varied drilling, Brandon gave a few hard shoves and then let out a surprisingly deep growl. I watched his ass flex as shot after shot of cum pumped into Louis’ ass. His balls must have really been full for as long as he went on. I was glad I didn’t let him waste that much jizz on the floor. I kneeled down next to the two of them, rubbing my hand down Brandon’s back and over his firm, sticky butt. “Was that ok for your first three-way?” I asked. “Oh gawd yes” Brandon said breathlessly. “Good, the next one we’ll take up a notch or two” I replied.

Part 53 Several minutes went by then with my friend just sitting there staring at the floor. I could tell he was completely stunned and not able to make any kind of coherent thought or sound even, His eyes closed then and I almost thought that maybe the shock was too much for him and he had had a heart attack or something. I looked closer and could see he seemed to be breathing though, although it seemed to be somewhat labored. There came a tapping at my back door then, so I got up to go see who that could be. I entered the kitchen and could see through the screen door that is was Hank. I motioned for him to come on in. He told me he was wondering what had become of Randy, so I filled him in on what had happened and what was not going on. We quietly walked to the living room and looked in. Randy was still sitting on the couch and my friend was in the same position I had left him in when I went to let Hank in. He was still sitting with his eyes closed and not moving. I was really starting to worry about him now. Hank tapped me on the shoulder and told me he would be right back. He then went out the back door. I entered the living room then and sat down by Randy, who also had kind of a worried look on his face. Hank was only gone a very few minutes and then came back in. He had a glass in his hand and tapped my friend on the shoulder and told him to try this as it might help. My friend finally looked up and saw Hank for the first time. Hank was smiling and held out the glass. My friend took it after a moment and took a sip. He made a terrible face and coughed a little. Hank told him to just sip it slowly. He was still smiling and his voice was very soft and comforting sounding. My friend took his advice and just sipped slowly on the drink. It seemed to calm him a little and soon he had finished the drink. Hank asked him if he wanted another and my friend nodded yes. Hank then went into the kitchen and I followed to see that he had brought more with him. It was cold cans of Coke and a bottle of Rum. I well knew the calming effect that could have on someone. Hank mixed another one and took it to my friend, who didn't sip this one, but gulped it down fast, too fast I thought, but at least he seemed to be coming around more. Hank had sat down on the arm of the chair and was rubbing his back and soothingly telling him that everything would be fine and not to worry. My friend looked up, still somewhat wide-eyed at what had happened, to see who was there now. Hank introduced himself also telling him that he owned the building. My friend just kind of nodded barely really acknowledging knowing what was going on. Hank continued to rub his back soothingly. My friend seemed to be calming down as Hank rubbed his back and whispered soothing words in his ear. Soon, I could tell that Hank was now massaging more than just a rub. He had also, with the whispering, gently kind of nipped a little at the ear lobe every so often. Then it turned into actually kind of nibbling and kissing his ear which then slowly went down from his ear to his neck. My friend didn't even seem to realize what was going on. Hank nibbling and massaging and kissing went lower and lower as he moved to my friend's bare chest and then he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it in nibbling as he did it. My friend finally gasped at this but I had sat down and could see that his cock had definitely come to attention and was protruding his shorts out for sure. Hank then moved upwards, kissing and nibbling all the while, up across his chest to his neck and then over his chin. Hank then planted a kiss on my buddy, who at first kind of flinched, but then I could tell his mouth opened up and I am sure Hank's tongue was entering him in a deep passionate kiss. My friend was moaning softly now as the effect of the alcohol and Hank's ministrations had him almost hypnotized. Their kisses went on and on for a good 5 minutes. Then Hank slowly and gently brought his other hand and was caressing my friend's cock through his shorts. This brought a gasp from my friend as his cock twitched under Hank's gentle rubbing. Very soon Hank hand reached into the shorts and was stroking my friend's cock. They were both breathing hard now. Then Hank withdrew his hand and took my friend's hand and placed it on his bare cock. My friend just gripped it to start with but then Hank slowly took ahold of his hand and guided it up and down his shaft. My friend then was doing it on his own as Hank pushed his hand inside my friend's shorts again. They stroked each other's cocks for a while. Then Hank pulled on the shorts and without thinking my friend lifted up and Hank pulled them down to his knees. Hank broke off the kissing and looked my friend in the eyes as he then dropped down and pulled the shorts completely off. My friend seemed to be too stunned at what was going on to move. As Hank got back up, he leaned in and started to kiss my friend again as he gently pushed him over onto his back while climbing on top of him and grinding their cocks together. My friend was constantly moaning now in the throes of passion. I was sure he had no idea what was happening, but I knew exactly how Hank could manipulate the situation. I fleetingly wondered if I should intervene and try to stop Hank, but the scene was so hot I could not move or speak. I could only watch mesmerized as Hank, without breaking off the kiss, moved slightly downward and his cock slid between my friends legs. Hank reached down with both hands then and drew those legs up and around himself. This helped move Hank's cock into position against my friend's waiting hole. Then as Hank broke off the kiss and looked deeply into my friend's eyes, he thrust forward, penetrating into that tight aperture and he did not stop until he was buried to the hilt. His cock completely imbedded as deep as he could get it in that already cum lubed hole. My friend winced some from this invasion of his only once before entered hole, but Hank covered his mouth with his own to stifle any sound. Then Hank started the slow out stroke and then back in again. My friend moaned and thrashed as Hank started slowly but soon picked up speed. He took only a couple of minutes until he was pounding that hole as hard and fast as he could. My friend's head rolled side to side as he soon felt the pleasure building from this onslaught. I just sat and stared at this sight. It was damnably hot and my own cock was standing at attention as I watched my friend being pummeled as I had been. I absolutely knew the pleasure that Hank could bring with his magnificent cock and I actually felt somewhat jealous that it was not me getting fucked like that again. My friend threw his arms and legs around Hank and held him tight as he could. Hank drove his cock into him over and over again, now bringing absolute moans of pleasure from my friend. Hank thrust into him time and again, over and over. He continued for a good half and hour. Then I noticed the tell tale signs that Hank was getting close to climax and he leaned back a little and looked deeply into my friend's eyes and told him it was happening. He was telling him he was cumming deep in his hole and he had HIV and had a very high viral load. As he said it, he thrust one last mighty push and my friend's eyes got huge as he realized he was getting another load of tainted cum in his ass and at the same time his own cock pulsed out his load too.

I wake and barely open my eyes. It's still dark in my room. My naked body is pressed up against my boyfriend. I'm 34, 6'2, 220 lbs, white, brown hair, dark blue eyes moderately hairy upper body, hairy underside, thick 7.5" cut dick and muscular. He's 36, 5'11, 200 lbs, white pale skin, brown eyes, black hair, medium body hair up top, very furry legs and ass and muscular as well. I'm the big spoon. My arms are wrapped around him tightly, and his are holding mine in place. In my sleepy fog I feel my dick flex; it's rock hard, throbbing, and nestled up against his furry ass that's still slick with cum and lube from me breeding him before we passed out. Almost involuntarily, I gently push my hips forward and feel his muscular ass and and coarse hair gripping my dick. My dick is so sensitive right now, I must've been having a sex dream. My balls ache letting me know they have more cum ready. He's dead asleep still. I slowly push in a little deeper. I inhale his smell and start to feel the tingling in my nuts. I slowly rock my hips and feel my dick head start to breach his hole. I'm careful not to go in too deep to wake him. It seems like I can feel every one his hair has hairs pulling on the sides of my dicks shaft, like they're trying to milk out my cum. I feel his sphincter wrap all the way around the neck of my dick and cinch. It's now open and welcoming my precum. I stay inserted and flex my dick in there to lube it with more precum. The animal in me starts to take over and I can't help but thrust a little more. Fucckk my dick begins to flex and pump my cum directly into his open hole. I push in the deepest yet to make sure it all goes in him. Although I stopped thrusting, my dick pumps out its last few ropes deep inside his rectum. I'm careful to not breath too hard. He's still sleep; success. My dick deflates and falls out of him. I drift back off to sleep. I wake again to the sound of my phone buzzing. I roll away from my man, Ryan, to reach my phone located on my nightstand. "Hey handsome, do you still live in Chicago?" My stomach drops a bit.. it's Martin one of my old fuck buddies. He's a 48 year old 6'1 200lbs furry latino muscle daddy with a hot thick uc 8" dick with big heavy balls and all top. Although I rarely bottom, and am exclusively a top with my boyfriend, I enjoy bottoming for muscle daddies like Martin.

Was back at the ABS yesterday. Same MO. To the gym. Clean out and head over. Got there and pulled up a hypno trainer on the phone. Started stroking and poppered up with a fresh bottle of JJ. Right off a nice looking 40 something guy comes in. I'm hitting the poppers hard and go right down on him. His cock grows to a respectable 7 cut inches that tapered to a narrow point. He's loving the attention and I'm wanting his baby batter in my hole. I stop and tell him he can fuck me if he wants. "I only fuck with rubbers," he says, "I want to cum in your mouth." I'm cool with that and go back to sucking him. He's moaning and calling me a slut. I'm loving it. I let him know he can just slide around between my checks if he wants. Doesn't have to penetrate. I go back to sucking. He says, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to just play around a little." So I bend over, spit lube and guide his bone to my ass. He starts sliding around and getting real excited. He stops suddenly and back off. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum to quick. That's hot. I want to cum in your mouth." I give him a minute. Hit the poppers and go down on him again. Not too long and he says, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to just put the tip in a couple of times." Fuck that was sweet to hear. I bent over and he started sliding around again. Then he popped the head of his cock into my hole a couple of times. I urged him on. "Mmmmmm...so hot." I said. He slipped in again and I told him how good it felt. He suddenly just gasped and said, "Fuck it." and slid up inside me and started cumming. Fuck I was in heaven. He loaded and plowed hard and deep. He shuddered, whispered "fuck." and his bone slid out. "You got any paper towels," he asked "You don't need them," I said and dutifully licked and sucked him squeaky clean. He left satisfied and I left craving more cock and cum.

by Kevin Ryan kev_ryan25@yahoo.co.uk I used to be normal, just an average young man living an ordinary, dull life. That is, until I went for late night stroll, and found a new world of lust, strength and the night. The full moon was on display on a warm summers night. Always a troubled sleeper, I decided to take a walk around the local area. I came across a woodland area that I knew from my childhood days, and, feeling adventurous and very horny, plucked up the courage to strip and wank off in a suitably subdued spot. As I walked around to find the right place, I heard a strange sound. My ears were surely playing tricks – it sounded like a howl, followed by grunting and growling. This was England, and we’re not supposed to have anything like wolves, but it sounded so wild and eerie. Despite obviously being an animal, it had a human quality that raised goose bumps. I wrestled with the notion of running home, but something about the sound fascinated me. Curiosity having got the better of me, I ventured on tiptoe in the direction of the noises. I reached the end of the tree line and saw a clearing. The moon was incredibly bright and nearly full, so I had no trouble seeing. The air had electricity, vibrating with energy. I felt the hair go up at the back of my neck. But that was nothing compared to what I saw. A tall, naked man aged maybe 40-50, with a massive chest and protuding nipples was standing upright in full view. His pecs were so big his nipples pointed down. The rest of him was muscular and perfectly proportioned with his considerable height. He had short greying hair, and a moustache. Once I had taken all this in, I dared to look further down. His penis was massive. It jutted out angrily, straining upwards in search of relief towards the moon. Even from a distance, I could see it pulse, and the veins protruded out. His balls were huge and hung down between his muscular thighs. He was like a wild animal, displaying his superiority. I was incredibly turned on from this display, but also freaked out as to why he was out there. I felt my erection growing, and was desperate to relieve myself, but before I had the chance to do anything, he lifted his head up released a powerful howl. He sniffed the air, and glared towards me. His eyes were glowing yellow, and I saw his teeth reflect the moonlight. But they weren’t ordinary teeth - They were fangs. I was by now terrified and considered making a run for it, when he crouched down on his powerful thighs and pounced at least 15 metres towards me. He surely wasn’t human and I had no time to react. He landed in front of me, growled and licked his lips. Grabbing hold of me with his huge hands and supernatural strength, he clamped his jaw on my neck and sunk his fangs into me. Utterly helpless, I simply gave in and waited for death. Instead, weird images and sensations flooded my head: fucking, the smell of sex and sweat, of wolves howling. My dick got even harder, as he unleashed it from my jeans and jerked me off. I quickly shot a huge load over his thighs. I collapsed to my knees, as the man who had attacked me shoved his huge cock in my mouth. Fucking my throat with a ferocity I had never experienced, I could barely cope with its size. He soon erupted in my mouth, forcing me to swallow most of it; the rest spilled down the sides of my mouth. He shuddered with orgasmic joy, as I could see the sweat glisten on his massive chest. He howled once more, and strode off into the night. Confused, drained, and excited, I staggered home. Collapsing into bed fully clothed, I had forgotten that he had bit me on the neck. There was no pain, and I was too disorientated to really care. Waking up the next morning, I was still freaked out by what I saw and experienced, but as I did not appear to suffer any ill effects, I tried to put it behind me, though I did enjoy a satisfying wank remembering his stunning body. Would I go out and look for him again? It turns out I did not have much of a choice. Feeling restless and snappy all day, which only increased as evening drew closer. I found myself pacing my house, unable to shake a feeling of being drawn somewhere. I tried drinking myself to submission, but that just got me more annoyed and aggressive. Eventually I gave up and went to bed. I actually managed to sleep, but my dreams took me back to those disjointed images I had experienced last night. I saw the man from the woods, surrounded by a circle of naked, muscular men in wolf-masks, chanting something unrecognisable. The man was tied up, and crouching over a stone with a design at its centre. He seemed less muscular than when I saw him, and his cock was normal size. He was covered in some weird design, which I couldn’t make out, but I got the impression that it was blood. He let out a scream which made me wake with a start, covered in sweat, panting, with my heart beating incredibly fast. My cock was rock-hard and I knew I had to do something. The clock said it was only 11.30. I fell out of bed, grabbed some clothes and made my way out. I didn’t really know where I was going, but I found myself taking the same route as last night. I was still panting and sweating, and I must have looked seriously disturbed to anyone that saw me. I didn’t care; something was making me go back to the woods. Once I arrived, I made my way to the clearing where that damn man had been. Sure enough he was there again, that magnificent display of muscle and cock, and those weird animal sounds coming from him. Only, he wasn’t alone. The men from my dreams surrounded him. They were all hulks of muscle and displaying massive erections, but they looked very sinister. Something clicked in my head, and I found myself approaching the circle. A gap formed to let me through. Again, my cock was straining to be released, and my body felt like it was on fire. Two of the men came up to me and ripped my clothes off. My cock was nowhere near as big as theirs, but I didn’t care, it felt so good to be naked, the moon shining on me. One of them took me in his mouth and sucked ferociously. My brain boiled with lust, as another went behind me and licked my arsehole. It would not be long before I shot cum everywhere, but before I could, two of them pinned my arms together, and lifted me onto the stone from my dream. All the while my cock was straining angrily, almost as if had a life of its own. They covered my torso and back with the design I recognised from my dream. Another one of the men passed me a wooden cup. Containing what smelt like blood and spunk. One side of my brain was telling me to get the hell out of here, but something more primal, and instinctual pushed me into drinking from the cup. My throat felt like it was on fire, as the chanting grew heavier and more fevered. I dropped on all fours, as I felt my body undergoing a transformation. My cock strained up to my belly, and seemed to grow in length and girth. It was rock hard, and angry. The head, which was glistening with pre-cum, was massive and purple. The shaft red, and bulging with veins. My balls doubled in size and filled with cum, waiting to explode. The rest of my body was also transforming: I felt my skin stretch as my muscles grew and bulged like my cock. I felt the fat sweat out of me, replaced with taut, firm muscles. My arse became the perfect bubble butt, and my tits developed a deep cleft. My stomach reformed with a sharp six-pack, as my thighs and calfs swelled. My biceps strained with power. I had never felt so alive, and raw. I was full of strength and aggression. I needed to fight, to wrestle, and rut with any of them – all of them. I knew what I was meant for. But the men were not finished with me. I glanced up at my initiator, who grinned a lustful and hungry smile. His yellow eyes shone in the darkness. I would be his. I looked down to his cock, it was bigger than mine, and I realised that I wanted him to fuck me. I had never been fucked before, and I knew that humongous cock would tear me apart, and I couldn’t wait. He growled at me, as if he knew what I was thinking. Crouched down and tied up, my newfound muscles bulging with power, and my monstrous cock dripping precum, I was nearly over the edge. Any rational, human thought had ceased in my brain. The circle of men began masturbating their equally large cocks as they continued their chanting. I sensed that the ritual may be drawing to a close, as my mentor came up to me. We snapped and growled at each other, as I strained against my bonds with ever increasing fury. He played with my nipples, twisting and slapping them. One by one, the circle climaxed and began to cum, huge arcs splashing all over us. I was doused in it. Another cup was shoved in front of my face, and I eagerly drank it dry. I felt my cock grow another inch, and my muscles expand even more. I had reached my breaking point. In a howl of anger and lust, I ripped by bonds apart, and leapt for my man. We tore into each other, rolling around on the grass, punching, biting – the sound of hard flesh slapping, the smell of blood, cum and sweat overpowering me. I had to fuck him, to be fucked now, or I should surely explode. He wrestled me into submission, climbing on to my back. He spat on his giant cock, and began to finger me roughly, teasing my asshole. I writhed about in lust, but he managed to find my enlarged prostate. He pressed on it which sent unbelievable sensations through my body. My cock jumped and gulped, getting even bigger. In my near-animal state, I growled at him to fuck me. He needed no more invitation. He lubed my cock with some of the globules of spunk around us and rammed his cock up to my arsehole. There was little resistance, as I seemed to have greater control over my body. I willed my arsehole to expand, and we both howled in ecstasy. The world seemed to disappear from my consciousness. We were making unholy noises, but I did not care. my insides were being pushed apart by this monstrosity. I didn’t care. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced in my life. It did not take long for both of us to reach what was going to be an almighty climax. I felt his cock enlarge, as he urgently pumped into me. Suddenly, he exploded and shot his cum deep into me, letting out a massive roar. This tipped me over the edge, as my cock, which looked about to burst, shot out cum again and again. It felt like several orgasms at one. We fell apart, as both of us began to convulse. I could feel the final stage of my new life begin. My skin rippled, as hair began to push out of the folicles. My mouth stretched outwards into a muzzle, as tooth became fang. My hands changed shape, to be more paw-like, with long, hard claws. My body became even more muscular, even muscles I did not know I had pushed out of me. My cock became hard again, with the sheer ecstasy of my new form. The change was over in a matter of minutes, and I was dimly aware of my new wolf-lover transforming. He truly was a magnificent animal. I could not wait to mount him this time. We leapt at each other as the change was completed, as I shoved my cock into his eager arse. Biting at his back, we holwed in unison. I had found my soul-mate, my alpha male. That was two years ago. My old life dissappeared from my consciousness. Although we only became wolf during the full moon, my body was forever changed after that night. I soon learnt that it was our job to recruit fresh meat into our wolf-pack – a task I was more than ready to take up.

Pure lust? My first time happened when a dude asked permission to try “just the tip.” I had no idea how good it was going to feel. I think he knew exactly how it would end. I lost all will to say no, even as my inner voice was screaming “stop!” I learned that day what “breeding” meant. No regrets.

This is just something I would sometimes fantasise about, especially with another bottom who loves taking cock and would inspired me to be more of a slut. So who else thought about this?

I had started to chat online with Eli . I had told him I had just broken up with someone after a year relationship, so I wasn't looking for anything long term.. Just wanted to get back out there dating and having some fun.. We both liked Broadway, so that was our common interest. I was like 42 and he was like 22 but he insisted he liked older guys and I told him I definitely liked younger guys so we decided to meet. First thing I thought when I saw him was that he was average cute. and small.. really short.. I 'm only 5 10 170 myself but I could easily have picked him up and carried him around the room as I fucked him.. So he interested me for sure. We actually didnt have sex that first night.. Just went out and ate and talked.. It was the next night he came over my house and I fucked him.. Now you never know for sure if a boy is going to insist on a condom or not.. But as we got naked and I saw that small hairless dick on his 22 yo body ( god he looked younger!) all i wanted to do was suck him for a while.. We soon got into a little verbal exchange.. Him calling me daddy and me calling him son or boy ( you like daddy sucking that boy dick don't you!!) By the time I went for his smooth hole I already knew he'd give it up to me raw.. I ate that hole for a good time before pressing the head of my daddy dick against him.. I really believed him when he said he hadn't been fucked alot so i went slow and careful and didn't fuck him too crazy. But I had it in him raw.. At first him on his back legs up.. but soon in my favorite position, with him face down, and me on top of him.. pushing my cock in as deep as I could.. Complimented him on his hot boy ass and told him he was going to make me cum.. He never said anything about pulling out, so when it was time i pushed in deeper, laying my weight against him and blasted inside him.. I laid there for a moment, then pulled his head back to mine.. kissed him.. kissed him deeply.. pulled out of him, and cuddled with him for the rest of the night.. I think he was in love lol .. but as I laid there, I just thought about how I had me some boy pussy for at least the next three months. And what plans I had for this semi innocent boy.

I love your stories, always about bfs and one helping the other to be pozzed

I would like to strangle you unconscious while dumping a big poz load of cum up your sluthole. Then watch you wake up with my forearm up your ass

Recently had several guys tell me they wanted to use a condom. Since i wanted their cock inside me i told them they could bring their own as i had none and usually get fucked bare. When it came time to fuck every single one ended up fucking me bare. One of them, a black guy with a 9"cock, got there while a friend was breeding me. He thought that was so hot as he watched my friend bust a load inside me that he just lined up and pushed inside me using the cum in my ass as lube. Ended up giving me 2 loads and he's now fucked me multiple times as he keeps coming back to give it to me bare.

Can't help ya there, I'm pretty sure you'd remember it.😈

Sounds like someone is gonna get pozed by his daddy fb then pass it onto his boyfriend! Hopefully while his boyfriend is sleeping!

Been a while since I have had a good piggy session at a BLACKOUT NIGHT at the local bar. Well that all changed on Saturday night, and boy was i in PIG HEAVEN. Scored 35 fucks, 10 Loads, and 1 fist. It was non stop action for four hours, only coming up for beer and air. Next pig session is a bathhouse style party coming up a week form Saturday. Hope to keep the momentum going!!!

Two hours after I get back to my hotel Mr. Wrangler text me and wants more. Shows up with a guy that resembles a giant 6' 4 hog with a beard. Wrangler man tells me to strip and lays on the bed. WE alternate between him face fucking and me sucking. HE doesn't cum much, most of his is already in my ass. In the meantime mountain man shoves his cock in my ass. Even though my hole is well used, I definitely feel it . He pumps rhythmically for what seem s a long time. He sweats a LOT, , it drips own onto my back, I can feel his belly sliding around on the sweat on my back. kinda hot. Sweat continues to pour off him, I can hear his balls slapping the sweat on my ass, taint, He suddenly starts to pick up the pace and Wrangler man matches him. Wrangler shoots a little down my throat. Mountain man pulls out and cums on my back. He massages the sweat and cum in until I am covered in his juices. I try to suck him hard again but he's tapped out. I think we all fell asleep, but they were gone when I woke up.

I was not paying enough attention, maybe being on vacation or maybe the vodka, or maybe the redneck accent in those very tight wranglers. We were talking about ropes, and cuffs. I though he said "come back to may place to train ". He kept texting while wer were chatting but, ok. Got back to his place and he had me hogtied in no time ass high up, ball gag. Then his two buddies showed up,,,, I wanted to protest. He looked at me confused and said " I told you we were coming to may place for a train". They each shot a load, one in my ass, two down my throat . Then a third guy showed up and fucked , rolling me over 90 degrees then fucking again. Did a full 720 with him. When they were done, Mr. wrangler untied me and said he was sorry if I misunderstood. I started to get dressed and when I was almost to the door he stopped me. He pulled down my trousers, bent me over and started fucking me. Lifted my right leg up on a chair and kept fucking, milking my cock. I think we came at the same time. He pulled up my trousers, patted me on the ass and said "I ain't THAT sorry, I guess". I guess I wasn't, either.

Today’s exploits. So this hung married cop who I’ve given head to multiple times behind factories multiple times decided he wants to fuck. He only fucks with condoms, so I agreed. He asked me to pick them up, and I did. I begged him to fuck me raw, but he kept refusing, so before he got to the abandoned house, I decided to tamper with the condom. I took a safety pin and poked some tiny holes into one side of the condom. I headed over to the back yard, and wait for him. I brought a towel to lay across the central air unit, and waited for him. It couldn’t have been more than 3-4 minutes when he finally walked around the house. He looks so sexy in his uniform. Thick, built, late 30’s, sporting a dad bod, and his dick sat just right in his underwear that the bulge was all I could look at. He unzipped his pants, and pulled his dick out, and it was beautiful. Thick. Veiny. A good 7” not even hard yet. I took it in my mouth, and began to worship that dick like never before. I was so excited that I was finally going to get fucked by him, my dick started leaking. I worked that dick until it was so hard, I had a hard time deep throating it. I pulled out the condom out, and put in on the head of his dick. Then I started pushing the condom down his shaft with my mouth, and keep gagging on it to get it all wet before this big dick starts fucking my pussy. I get up, with my hand holding his cock like a leash to the AC unit, and spit into my hand. I’m only in flip flops, a hat, and my jockstrap at this point, while he’s still in full cop gear, with his cock hanging out. I can feel it throbbing through the condom. He wants this pussy bad. I put one knee up on the unit, with the other still planted on the ground. I use one to cup my ass, while the other one to help keep my balance, and he does something I wasn’t ready for: he started eating my hole out, and I gasped. I don’t know what it is, but dl guys know how to eat some boipussy. He does this for about two minutes until I beg him for his dick. Like I said, it’s thick, so he starts very slowly until my hole starts to loosen up some. It’s a little clumsy at first, but once he finds him rhythm, I’m in ecstasy. He’s fucking me really sensual, until I gasp to pound me harder. He starts pounding me, but pulls out suddenly. He was about to cum. I grab his dick, feeling it throb hard. I coach it back to my hole, rubbing it up and down, and he whispers “oh fuck”, I run my nail against the tip, hoping it might snag a pin prick and make it break when we start fucking again. I get on my back, and he stoops down pushing the tip in my now loosened pussy. He closes his eyes, and his mouth is wide open. I think I might be his first boy he’s ever fucked. He starts getting back into his rhythm, enjoying it. He opens his eyes and stares at his monster married cop dick fucking this boihole. He likes it. He grabs my legs and starts pounding hard. I get ready to start moaning, so I clutch my mouth to muffle my moans of passion. This dick feels amazing. He asks me to start riding him. I prefer missionary or doggy, but I figured I’ll do anything for this dick. I start riding him side saddle, and he’s loving it. Clutching my thigh with one hand, and my ass with the other. As he’s pounding my hole, I hear it. The condom broke. He whispers “oh fuck”, and tells me to get off. I’m still stroking his dick with my velvet like hole. I said “are you sure!”, and the answer was yes. I keep pumping a couple more then get off. I start sucking his dick, begging for him to fuck me raw. Asking if it felt good, he said yes. He finally said fuck it. He tells me to bend over, so I did and he starts pounding my swollen hole. He pounds my hole like he’s hate fucking me. I just gasp. I want to moan so bad, but it’s only noon, and I don’t want to draw attention to us. All of a sudden he whispers “fuck”, and just stops. His fingers tightly digging into my hips. He’s about to cum. He starts trying to pull out, but I grab his ass, and tell him to breed me. He whispers, “yeah? Cum inside of you?” And I quickly beg for it. He unloads. I don’t know how many days it’s been since he’s cum, but he just kept cumming. He quickly pulls out, and grabs the towel, but I grab his hand, and shakily get on my knees to clean his dick off with my mouth. He’s literally dumbfounded. Just keeps muttering “damn”, over and over again. I get up, put my shorts back on and said, “let’s do that again soon.” With winter approaching, I’m going to miss my little cum dump area.

PREQUEL to part 43; I let go of Igor and maneuvered myself so I was kneeling in front of Friedrich, took hold of his knotted Werewolf Dick, and lay my face on it as I submitted, intermittently kissing and licking his warm and wet throbbing, veiny knotted shaft. My Master continued to speak ... - You may use MY boy how you desire. But you will not harm him, and you will under no circumstances bite him. Now on your way. Friedrich picked me up with his Demon claws, and carrying me he flew out of the window, landing on the dry dirt ground several metres away from my Master's run down mansion. He let go of me, extended his arms out to his sides, and with his Werewolf Dick extending to a solid right angle to the ground he tilted his horned Demon head up towards the Moon, and began to HOWL into his new eternal existence. 🐺🌕

I'm almost ready to resign my pastorate and divorce my wife and become a full time whore. I wish i had figured this out when I was young and hot. Anyway, back to the ABS this weekend. Saturday was bear day. Woof! First one was classic teddy bear. Big belly, stubby fat (really fat) cock. I loved it. I ran my hands all over his body, sucked and bit his nips while he growled. Really growled. Such a turn on. He pushed me down to his cock and I went to work on it right away. All the while he had three fingers shoved up his own ass and spewing filth I can't even repeat. His cock was a precum fireplug opened up. I could suck it out and taste it. So hot. Even hotter was his cock tasted like lube and cum. I stopped and asked him if he had fucked already today. "Yea," he said, "I fucked my husband before he went to work this morning. Why? You taste his ass on my dirty dick?" I didn't reply; I just went back down on it with a vengeance and worked that stub hard. Licking. Tonguing. Soon he was facefucking me hard and growling louder and louder til he went dead silent and hard as a rock. Sperm flooded my tongue like drinking from a squirt bottle. it was all I could do to keep up. Shit. Then he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up so he could share the load. He kissed me deep and long, swirling his tongue around my mouth. Swapping a last gob of spermy spit with me. He leaned back against the wall. Took a deep breath. Dressed and before he left, he slapped me across the face and said, "You're a hot faggot. I'm gonna have to use you again sometime." With that he was gone. I sat back and relaxed for a few, enjoying the lingering taste of his jizz when another bear looked into my booth. I smiled at him and waved him in. He was kinda tentative. Hot as fuck. Huge muscled chest and gorgeous firm round belly. A seven inch bone popped from his fly. I didn't need an invitation. I went down on it right away. I rubbed my hands up under his t-shirt running my hands through a mat of soft fur. "Take off your shirt," I said. He complied. So beautiful. Soft furry chest. Muscled like a man who does manual labor. Inked. Nordic designs, Tribal tats. "Love your ink." I whispered. I think he blushed but it was too dark to tell for sure. I went back down on him. Worked him slow and easy. Lots of tongue action. He gently took the back of my head and slowly facefucked me for a couple of minutes. A he let go a soft moan and I felt my mouth filling with his seed. It tasted sweet and fluid. I sucked his cock gently. Held it in my mouth as he spasmed a couple of times. I cleaned him up. He smiled shyly as he packed his cock back into his jeans. He seemed really sweet. "Thanks." he said and left the booth. I followed a couple minutes later. No load up my ass but that much bear was pretty satisfying. Woof!

The first time I sucked a black cock was at a video booth place after I let a guy get me really fucked up on poppers and then he got me into another booth with 2 of his friends and more poppers until I was on my hands and knees sucking his friends cocks and getting stroked by him as he was playing with my ass crack. He easily got me to smoke his pipe and got me so fucking crazy high and horny that I took his friends loads in my mouth and on my face before I realized that he was fucking me until I got really hard and started cumming on the floor. Anyhoo, they laughed saying that was easier than they thought it would be and left me there trying to get myself together but before I could, a black guy came into the booth with his cock out already and stroking it. I was afraid but he said he had just watched me being a dirty little cum whore and knows I will love sucking his cock. I said I have heard stories about guys getting addicted to black cocks and cum but I'm still really fucking horny and just one time couldn't hurt. He laughed saying most white guys say that the first time and then he sees them back here looking for more black cocks and cum. I said, let's see about that and started stroking and sucking his cock and was amazed by how thick and hard it was and how heavy it felt and started stroking his balls and sucking faster and harder feeling myself falling deeper into the urge or rather NEED for this guys thick black cock even as I kept telling myself that I was in total control. He pulled it out and slapped my face with his cock and kept tapping it on my lips and I suddenly told myself that this was a really bad idea! This fucker was right, I was denying it but at the same time I was so completely and unbelievably addicted to his big black cock and was willing to do ANYTHING to get his black cum in my mouth. He made me beg for it and after he filled my mouth and was getting ready to leave, he looked at me and said.....do you still think this was a one time thing??? I know you'll be back.

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

I like a guy’s hole to smell like sweat, sex, cum and even piss - but never shit. I can eat a sweaty, funky spun out hole for days ufffffff...

First sperm when I was 12...immediately slurped it up. I knew I wanted to swallow cum even back then! First cock I sucked...will never forget the excitement of that awesome sperm in my mouth. Headed back to my parents' house thrilled with the taste of another man's cum in my mouth. And every cock I've sucked since then, I can't imagine that swallowing and savoring that sperm. Never noticed that much of a difference in the taste of different men's cum. Just that fact that it's squirting out of a cock is all I care about!

I had a FB (before I moved), who loved open hole. He seemed to love opening a hole more than he liked to breed it. Actually, what he really liked was to breed a very opened hole. His favorite way to find me was blindfolded and face down on my bed, naked and ass up. He'd spend lots of time alternating between fucking, fingering, eating and using toys on my hole. He was so slow and purposeful about his technique that I often couldn't tell how far he had gotten me. One time he spent a lot of time eating me and using toys and his hand. Before he left, I heard a "click" and later on he sent me a picture of my hole rose budded. I didn't even realize he had done it he had me so worked and excited and relaxed at the same time. He told me that when he was eating my hole, he was actually sucking on it so he could make it a rosebud. once he got it like that, it was his favorite type of hole to breed, so he bred it then snapped a picture for his trophy case. the whole idea of him doing that was a huge turn on for me, I miss him.

So what sexual adventures are still on your bucket list? Here are some from my list: getting double penetrated by two double digit cocks (each being 10 inches or longer) doing a grand tour of the world's best bathhouses, sex clubs and backrooms/darkrooms (best in terms of uninhibited anonymous bareback sex) attend a Fickstutenmarkt event in Berlin as a mare in a red hood (bareback bottom) being a slutty cumdump at a bathhouse, sex club or sex party in Mexico City (or should that be a cumdump puta)

I love it when I find two generous bottoms who work together to delight a cock, I can move my hard throbbing member between their respective bum holes and their mouths, knowing that they will happily suck me to keep me hard for their bf's hole and vice-versa

Think this is the same for me, I see a toy and think Ill like to use of myself, but...to be honest the set up and clean up just seem far more trouble then its worth, nothing beats a guy deep inside you skin on skin....in a way it makes sense, I don't like condoms inside me, so why would I enjoy silicone, its the contact, the domination, being your own dom is no fun. I have a toy box, and I wonder the same...if I got hit by a bus, my poor family discovering this. Or I've started seeing this guy and he seems(vanilla) but he satisfies me so well, and I think what if he came over and see this, what would he think. What do they say about me, especially since they mostly go unused. I'll try get an image up later today. Thanks

clean skin. and cum, along with the smell of another guy's cock.

Glory hole cock is major turn on. No need to see the guy. Just focus on sucking cock. Feel the moment he is ready to cum. His cock swelling and pumping. Wrap my lips tight around the shaft and swallow that hot load.

I love being fucked in my sleep, but I always wake up. Other than being drugged (that's a different fantasy), I would love to wake up one morning with an ass full of cum and not remember getting fucked.

Tonight I was fucked by a 30 yr old 6'6" beautiful black man with a big thick cock and hard as rock. He stretched my hole and I rose to the occasion. He was loving it. He came in my mouth. Next time I'll get it in my ass. What a pleasure.

AS a pig bottom into heavy fisting and big toys I love seeing a guy's hole prolapse from the excessive sexual use he has enjoyed. My own hole blooms a big rose and has started to prolapse. I use vacuum pumping to help develop it so it will grow longer and fuller.

Sunday is the day of rest... Unless you know young dumb fags are at their most vulnerable hungover horn state. Then it's cherry popping season....

Raw fuck only. Top here that shoots deep inside when I cum. NEVER pull out. No Condoms.

Back at E15 sauna darkroom. Fairly busy: whether because of my advert in BBrt or being a Saturday afternoon. I was immediately in action shafting a nice-bottomed thin-dicked guy. Another guy was wanting to muscle in on the action and kept wanting me to stop to fuck him, I told him I’d do so once I’d finished with the first guy. But this bully then badgered the other guy to stop, eventually forcing him away, so I could start fucking him instead. I wasn’t as enthusiastic in fucking him as I was annoyed at his tactics. He was also not as clean as I would have liked, so I curtailed this second fuck to take a shower. When I returned I shunned him and paid my attention to another nice arse towards the back of the darkroom, this guy had amazing large balls that I stroked whilst fucking him mercilessly. Again I was getting into a good rhythm, when the cleaning crew forced us all out of the darkroom! When I returned big balls had gone, but the thin-dicked guy had returned, so I was able to continue enjoying the previous fucking that I’d given him before the bully curtailed it! This time I continued until the guy came as I was fucking him bare back. So within the first hour and a half I fucked three different guys four times, but without cumming. I was feeling in need of someone coming to fuck me. Not much later a fat-dicked man with pre-cum dripping from his cock saught attention. I started by sucking him to full erection and then turned round with the expectation of being serviced, he duly obliged even though accommodating his wide girth was difficult. Indeed, as I expected it wasn’t long before I received my first load of the afternoon. Another guy then took me shortly afterwards and I was really enjoying the experience of a second bare cock within me, when the cleaning crew once again came round to ruin the proceedings. It looked like they were coming round once an hour, most disruptive! I went over to the cubicles area where after entering a cubicle, I was presented with a lovely cock to suck, having enjoyed noshing on this fabuluous cock, I turned round and presented my arse for the taking, he duly obliged and soon I’d taken my second load of the afternoon. There was some further cock-sucking incidents, one of which I’d felt sure would end in the guy’s cock exploding in my mouth or over my face. I returned again to the cubicles, this time to be invited into one where a middle-eastern guy was happy to give me a blow job until I was ready to fuck him bare, which by then I was ready to do. It was somewhat cramped and sadly he complained of struggling to take my big dick inside him, so once again I didn’t get to climax inside him. Nevertheless, I came home with some good times of fucking and a couple of loads inside me!

I personally love taking loads from anonymous cumdumps. its like taking all the loads he's taken.plus a bottom to a bottom is the ultimate sub

Because I love having a mans seed deep inside me swimming around as long as possible. His DNA marking my hole as his.

Hmmm. Finding a hairy cocky redneck 25 yr old to break and modify exactly as I choose. Get him inked the fuck up, pierce his nipples, cock and septum. Never allow him to shave again, and fatten him up til his belly looks 8 months pregnant. Maybe even get his hair lasered off so he's bald like me and could pass for my son. And breed him dirty until he's knocked up and made a submissive whore. I've done pieces of this this with various guys, but never all of it on one guy.

Gave my last load this afternoon to a neg guy who wante dto be converted..... I just recently turned poz and I did my first gift giving and …I just pozzed a dude today, I met him on line…he just wanted to try sex with a poz guy bb and be converted…I invited him over about noon ….I got him to PNP a little with some white….started to play with his ass…used a vibrating dildo…he got turned on …I gave him some more white and I used a tooth brush on his ass....told him I was cleaning his virgin ass…..when I saw blood I started to fuck him …I fucked him for at least 20 minutes slow and hard and then I started to go faster and I groaned you are going to get my toxic seed dude…you are going to be pozzed good. I shot a huge load in him…he felt the cum and then realized I had shot my load in him……He liked the feeling and I told him after the second time I fucked him that I was highly toxic probably 800,000 or higher Viral load as I am not on meds yet and the dude that pozzed me was 800.000 +…I then told him I would suck him off and swallow his last load of neg cum…I told him that he was probably converted and he could begin enjoy sex now with other poz guys uninhibited…. He said he is coming back to swap loads with me …I said sure….It felt good to pass on the gift …I liked the feeling of converting a neg guy…I liked pozzing him….it turned me on…

I was in my bedroom with a truck driver who phoned me; asked me if I had a condom, and I of course I said no; asked me if I was healthy, and I told him yes; and he sborrandomi fucked up the ass; I hope they'll POZ if it is not already

I was not looking forward to my new commute. I had gotten a pretty decent job working for the state. Everyone seems to want one cause they automatically think it means you sit on your ass all day and do nothing but rake in the money. Well, it doesn't quite work like that. Anyway, it was a pretty decent job except for one thing, I hated taking public transportation. The last thing I was looking forward to was hoping on the el with tons of sweaty smelly people. Even if they weren't smelly, the el station still was. It seems to be the preferred urinal for the homeless around the city. Nothing like a cup of coffee and the smell of stale piss to wake you up in the morning. But I quickly found out that taking public transportation has its advantages. The best one being all the mighty hot studs who also work in the loop. Generally, I get a seat on the way in, which is nice cause I get an eyeful of hot packages from all the guys who get stuck standing in front of me. On the way back, I am usually standing. It gets so packed that you can't help but rub up against people. Since there are plenty of good looking guys on my commute, I don't mind a little pushing and shoving at all. I had been taking the el for about 3 weeks, getting to recognize my fellow commuters from the day in and day out travel. A few of them had caught my eye and a good percentage of them happened to like cock as much as I did, from the clues I could gather. Things looked promising. Maybe taking the train was a good thing. I was reading a book with an obviously gay title and made sure to hold it up so that others could read it. I wanted these guys to know that I was more than willing to engage in the stuff of their masturbatory fantasies. There was one guy in particular who had caught my eye. He worked construction from what I gathered. Either that or his office was very casual. He was about 6.2 190 and had a hot body on him. I would guess his hair to be dark but since he wore a bandana around his head every day I couldn't be sure. He also wore overalls and steel toe boots and had his little cooler with him, hence the assumption of construction worker. I really didn't think I had a shot at this guy, considering the tattoo of "Betty" on his left arm. That didn't stop me though. This guy was hot and I was totally lusting after him. Sure there were easier guys to get on this train. I knew I could have had them easily but getting him interested in me is half the fun. I was reading a book of gay short stories when he got on the train and sat next to me. Man I was ready to cum now. Just having him close to me was giving me a hard on. Thank God I had a thirty minute ride and didn't have to get up anytime soon. I could smell him and it made me want to drop my pants and stroke right there and then. This man had been out in the sun all day and he smelled like a man should. I could smell some sweat, sun, and musk emanating from him. All I could think of was how good it would be to lift his arm up and bury my face in what I knew had to be real furry pits. I wasn't going to be able to concentrate. I had to do something to get him to notice. Hopefully he was looking down at my book and could see what I was reading. I decided to go back to a previous story about this guy's love for cocksucking. I sat there and reread the story slowly. Hoping he would look over and realize what I was reading. I caught him glance over a couple of times but wasn't sure if he had read anything. I put the book on my lap while I pretended to dig something out of my jacket, to make sure he saw the title. I am sure he had to have seen it but he was giving me no indication. This man was muscular and was taking up a good portion of the seat so his body was pressed up right against mine. Usually I try and move over so that I am not pressed against the person but today I wasn't moving, at least not away from him. I pressed my leg against his and left it there. He looked over to me and I continued to read. The story revolved around the cocksucking adventures of this perpetually horny man. Today I totally knew how he felt. There was nothing more that I wanted at this moment than to bury my face in this man's sweaty bush and absorb his scent as I took his cock down my throat. His glances became more frequent and the thought of him knowing I wanted him made me harder. I pushed down at my crotch, trying to rearrange my hardon into a more comfortable position. I was glad I wore underwear otherwise I would have wet my pants. I tend to precum a ton and I would have hated to walk home like that. I reached down to scratch my ankle, and my arm was up against his leg. Damn that man was firm. I wanted him but felt too chicken shit to make a pass. I knew he was straight and was sure he wasn't interested in anything else except fodder for a story to tell his construction buddies in the morning. I could hear it already, how some fag was trying to hit on him on the way home. I don't care what he told them as long as I got some of this man. I let out a low moan as I continued to read. He can't be so stupid as to not know what was going on. We were approaching our stop so I decided to get out first. Since he was sitting on the aisle I had to step over him. When I started to get up he also got up to let me out. I pushed passed him, making sure my hand "accidentally" brushed against his crotch. Since the train was still pretty crowded I couldn't move to far so I actually just stood there with my hand pushed into him. I swear I felt it throb! The train stopped and everyone pushed out, including him. I turned back to see if he was there, and he was. I walked down the stairs and he was right behind me the whole time. Once out of the station everyone dispersed but we both walked toward the parking lot which is a shortcut to the street. "Damn its hot today," I said knowing he could here me. "You said it buddy. How do you think I feel being out in the damn sun all day?" "I feel for you bud," I replied. "That sucks." " I am hoping you do too," he said as he looked right at me. "Excuse me" I said, knowing full well where this would end up. "Come on bud, I know you want to. You were sending a message loud and clear." "I was hoping you would catch on bud. I have been noticing you for weeks already." "Yeah well maybe I get off to a slow start but watch out when I finally catch up. So can I give you a ride, my truck is right here." "Fuck yeah buddy. I am sure I can think of some way to pay you for the ride." "Oh trust me, I am gonna give you one hell of a ride boy." "That's what I am hoping for. I only live a few blocks down." We drove the four blocks to my house. I was totally hard already just thinking it. Good thing my jacket covered my hardon. We got to my place and quickly walked up the flight of stairs. I kicked my shoes off and left my jacket on the floor while he sat down to unlace his boots. "Here, let me do that for ya stud." "Thanks bud. My feet are always killing me after walking around all damn day." I know an invitation when I hear one. I unlaced those boots and pulled them off slowly. Damn this man had some big feet. Had to be a size 12 at least. The socks were a bit moist. I could smell the sweat and the scent of leather filling up the room. Man I was hard all over again. I took his foot in my hand and slowly began to massage it. He leaned back on the couch and moaned. Fuck I love it when I can make a man moan and he is still dressed. Imagining what I was gonna do to him and him do to me had my dick leaking big time. I dug my knuckles into his soles, massaging his feet rather roughly. He seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. I repeated the same to the other foot. I then slowly took his socks off and was presented with gorgeous, smooth feet. I took them in my hands and held them up to my face. The scent was intoxicating. I could smell his flesh, his sweat and a hint of leather. I couldn't help but stick my tongue out and taste them. He let out a moan and pulled back a bit. I held onto his foot and ran my tongue over the length of his soles. He seemed to enjoy it by the bulge in his overalls. "Hmmm, you like that huh?" I said as I ran my hand over his bulge only to find that he had on no underwear. "Not wearing any eh?" "Naw buddy, I usually don't. It gets pretty fucking hot so I only wear what I have to." "Woof, bet that smells fucken hot too" "Wanna find out boy, get over here and undo them." I don't need to be told twice. I got up and started to undo his overalls. He raised his hips a bit as I pulled them down exposing his tight furry body. I pulled them off slowly, leaving him there in nothing but a sweaty t shirt. Man I wanted to bury my face in his crotch. I bent over and inhaled. Fuck, he smelled so good. It was a strong scent of sweat and musk mixed in with some old piss. I inhaled deeply, then stuck my tongue out to lick up that sweat. He grabbed me by my head and pushed me deeper into his crotch. "Open your mouth, boy, and take my cock." I did as he requested and slowly took his soft cock in my mouth. I love feeling a man grow in my mouth. I love feeling that flesh harden as I press my lips tightly against it. I slowly ran my tongue around his head, licking him clean. He tasted good. I wanted to leave him in my mouth all day, but he pulled me up to him and jammed his tongue down my throat. "Woof, boy, I can taste my cock on your mouth. I like that boy" "So do I sir, anything you want sir." Pull this shirt off me boy.' I took it off him, and just as I suspected, he was furry up above as well. He had a furry chest that would make Alec Baldwin jealous. Those pits were matted down with sweat. He saw me looking at them and grabbed my head and pushed me down into his pits. I was ready to pass out from lust. I licked all around his pits, tasting that sweat. He hadn't worn any deodorant and I was glad for it. The scent was strong just how I liked it. Man I licked every single dripping wet hair he had. I wanted my face to smell of this man long after he was gone. I noticed he was completely naked while the only thing I had taken off were my shoes. I stood up and grabbed him by the hand leading him to the bedroom. I pushed him onto the bed and proceeded to take off my clothes. I was so fucken hot for this man. I didn't care what he wanted, I was gonna give it to him today. When I was naked I climbed onto him and kissed him. He opened his mouth and welcomed me in. He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth as he held my head tight against him with one hand and the other one roamed my back toward my ass. Oh yeah babe if you want my ass its yours. I felt his strong thick fingers reach the crack of my ass and I pushed back, letting him know it was ok. He reached down lower and I felt his fingers part my furry crack. I was grinding against him now, leaving a trail of precum on his massive thighs for sure. He took his hand off my ass and held it to my mouth. I sucked on his fingers the way I sucked on his cock, getting them nice and wet for him. I had played this game before and I always liked the way it ended, with me on all fours and a hard cock deep in my wet hole. When I had sufficiently wet my fingers, he withdrew them and teased my hole with them. I let out a low moan. "Oh yeah man, that feels good, please don't tease me." "You like that don't you boy?" "Yessir, I love that." "You want more than just my fingers in there don't you?" "Please, sir, yes." He took his fingers away, leaving me pushing my ass back. He rolled me off him and onto my stomach. Oh yeah I hope he is gonna fuck me now I thought to myself. But he had other plans. This man spread my legs and crawled between them. I felt his massive hands spread my cheeks and soon his stubbly face was rubbing up against my ass. "Fuck yeah" I groaned. I love my ass eaten and I was more than ready for it now. I felt him tease my hole with his tongue and I responded by pushing back into him. He smacked my ass hard and it surprised me. It stung "Lay your ass still boy. I am in fucken charge. Got that?" "Yessir, I understand sir." He continued to tease my hole, pushing his tongue ever so slowly into my waiting but eager ass. I was gripping the sheets tight. I so badly wanted him in me but I didn't want him smacking me around. I pushed back. It was a total reflex. Years of bottoming had conditioned me to push back whenever I felt anything against my ass. I couldn't help it. "Boy I told you to sit the fuck still." With that he smacked my ass some more. "Fuck man" I cried. "What boy, you want me to stop? I can just get up and leave if you want?" "No sir, please don't leave. I am sorry sir." "Yeah you sure will be boy." With that he got up and walked out of the room. Fuck I blew it. Here is the hottest stud that I have been beating off to almost every nite and I fucked it up. I started to get up and go after him when he came back with two bungie cords. He pushed me back onto the bed and wrapped them around my wrists then connected them to the bedposts. I wasn't gonna be moving anywhere. He told me to get on all fours. I was glad to get my ass up off the bed. I had tons of precum on the sheets and trailing off my stomach. He got on his knees behind, spread my cheeks and spit on my hole. Fuck, he wasn't even gonna bother with any lube. "Please sir, go easy" I said to him as I looked behind me. His cock had grown to at least 8 fat inches. Fuck man I was gonna need some lube. There was no way that spit alone was gonna get that monster in me. "Sir, would you like some lube? There is some in the night stand here." "Boy did I ask you for any lube? Shut the fuck up." He opened the drawer and found a bottle of poppers. "Here boy, you are gonna need a hit of these." With that he uncapped the bottle and shoved it under my nose. I knew I was gonna need them and took two seriously deep hits. Almost immediately I felt the effects. My face felt real hot, and I swear my dick started oozing like a faucet. My hole relaxed and that's when I felt him pushing into me. Fuck that cock was stretching me open. I felt so full. "Relax that ass boy" he commanded. I tried not to think of anything as I felt him push deeper into me. "Yeah boy you have one hot pussy here. I am gonna breed you real good." "Yessir, make me your cunt. That's what I want." "I don't give a shit what you want boy. I am here for what I want and right now I want you to shut the fuck up." He smacked my ass hard and instinctively I tightened up. "Yeah boy, tighten that pussy for me. That's what I want." I squeezed my ass hard around his cock. He now had his hands on my hips and was grinding his dick deep into me. I could hear him taking a hit of poppers and then he shoved the bottle under my nose. I took two more deep hits then he took another. Fuck yeah, there is nothing better than that popper rush while I take some fat cock deep in me. I wanted so badly to stroke my dick but I was still tied with the cords. He was pounding my ass harder and started to get real verbal. "Yeah boy you like that don't you. I knew you would be a good piece of ass. I saw that tight butt of yours in those pants weeks ago and I knew I had to get into it. Fuck yeah nothing hotter than a good piece of boypussy." "Yessir, its all yours sir. Fuck me hard. I want to cum so bad sir, please untie my hands." "Fuck you boy. I told you I didn't give a shit what you want." He just pounded my ass harder. I could feel his furry low hanging balls smacking my ass with every thrust. His furry stomach rubbing up against my butt. Man he was stretching me and I so badly wanted to cum. He kept smacking my ass and I would tighten it, making him fuck me harder. I knew he couldn't hold out much longer and I tried to tighten my ass even more. "Boy this is the best piece of ass I have had in a long time. I am gonna fill you up real good. I know you want this load don't you boy." "Yessir, please sir. Give me your load. I wanna feel you explode in me. I want that load dripping out of my used hole." "Yeah punk, I knew you were some sleazy fucker. Those clean cut business types always want a good hard fuck and I am here to give it to you." He took another hit of poppers but didn't give me any this time. He just fucked for all its worth. He pulled all the way out and jammed it back in me hard. Man I thought I would pass out. It felt so good. He kept slamming me for what seemed like hours but in fact had been a few minutes. I felt him tighten up and soon I felt that first load of cum shoot deep inside me. That was enough to set me off. I didn't even need to touch myself and I started shooting. The contractions of my ass around his cock made him moan even louder. Shot after shot of cum filled my open ass. Man he knew how to fuck. He slowly pulled out of me, grabbed my t shirt and wiped his cock with it. He undid my hands and left me there exhausted. I was too tired to move. He got up and got dressed without saying a word. He didn't bother to clean up. Just got up and left. Didn't so much as say good bye or thank you. He left me worn out and dripping in cum. I think that was thanks enough.