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Match made in heaven. This 29 year old bottom just got fucked good by a 45 year old bear. He was actually staying in a hotel 0.8 miles from me that opened 2 years ago or so, never been in there. He messaged me on Growlr mid morning just as I was looking, unlocked his pics and asked if his dick was thick enough for me...as my profile mentions liking a thick dick. It was and after a few messages I went over. His profile said he was 5'11 280, so perfect. Said he has had issues with guys liking it thick. Not me. I'm slightly stocky and have a bubble butt that these bears love. I go right up to his room, we get naked, then I start blowing him for a few minutes to get that thick cock hard. I get up off my knees, he's slapping/playing with my ass while I bend over the bed. Next thing I know he's in me and starts out with some slow thrusts but pretty soon he's pounding me aggressively and I'm in heat so much that I'm grabbing the sheets and moaning loud. After a while he shoots warm ropes of cum in me and it feels so good. He stays in me until he's completely soft and we catch our breath. Then while I'm getting dressed he's telling me how nice it was to be in that ass. I just want to take thick dick over and over again.

Mark knew the kid would put out and started lining up guys. Set up a fake profile on both BBRT and Adam and got a craigslist post ready. He signed on and waited for Jack to hit him up and he did not have to wait long. Within the hour Jack hit him up and asked when he could bottom for the guys and I made him wait 20 minutes before I answered and told him next Thursday Night. I will need your address and apartment number and where your bedroom is from the front door. Wednesday a blindfold, poppers and a couple pills will be delivered you should take one about two hours before the event and one right before guys start arriving. They will help control urine output while you are being a little cum dump. You know the guys are very excited to get inside you. Jack: responded, I am very excited to have them. Hope they like me. Mark: Trust me they will. Jack: Thursday I can start at 7 PM by the time I get home and clean out and get ready. Will that work. Mark, 7 is perfect you are going to be one hot little bottom that is totally satisfied. Jack: How many will be coming? Mark : Let me get back to you on the final number I have four firm commitments right now. Mark: Hey bud I need to go but make sure that boy pussy I ready on Thursday and when you get the supplies on Wednesday confirm they arrived. Mark signed off and switched to one of the fake profiles and started to hit up guys. The profile stated Neg but into bareback. It talked about how much the bottom liked anonymous, ass up blindfolded sex. Just a pump and dump! Since it was Monday the emails sent were as follows: Horny bottom in town working and looking for anon pump n dump's just come in and find me ass up and ready and breed me like a bitch and leave. If you have buddies def want to get some cock and cum from them. The first round only went to Poz guys, there were more then 50 messages that went out. Most were not online so Jack logged out and started hitting up tops from BBRT the same way and signed off and went to the gym.

Hey guys. This my first story here. I hope you love it. Please tell me. Be as honest as you are. I had just finished working out in the gym in the office area of my condo building. I decided to enjoy a soak in the hot tub. The only one else here was the office manager who lived in the only condo on this floor. I knew it was close to closing time so I jumped in wearing just my boxers. The water felt good on my body. It was relaxing and I think I dozed off for a bit because all of a sudden Ron, the building manager was in the tub as well. "Oh, wow. Sorry," I said because I was startled. "No worries, I was going to tell you it's closing time when I saw you were napping. I decided to lock up and enjoy myself since it looked like this tub was doing you a lot of good." I knew very little about Ron. We hardly ever spoke. I knew he was gay and friendly. He is a handsome man of 5'11 dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He also works out a lot, and it shows in his six pack abs. I am no slouch there either. My own hair is black with dark brown eyes. Ron though has something I never noticed until now. He has a strong and unique scent to him. He, clearly, does not wear anti-perspirant and his natural scent was strong but pleasant. The more we talked his scent made me feel weird. Soon though it was time to get out. I noticed that Ron had a weird tattoo right above his crotch. It was a biohazard symbol in the colors of the Pride Flag. I almost asked him about it but decided not to in case it was too personal. Ron and I became friends after that. I worked from home and could set my own hours so I change things so we could work out and hit the tub every night. His scent always made me feel weird. I grew to really enjoy it. He convinced me to stop wearing anything that masks my natural smell and to just make sure I really cleaned myself. It was great to know him. After a couple of weeks I asked if I could ask a weird question? He said I could and he would answer if I would answer a question of his. "Okay." He went first. "Are you seeing anyone?" I laughed, "The day before we met I had just ended a very serious relationship. I thought we were going to get married. I ended it because her sister was never going to stop interfering in our lives and my ex always sided with her." "I am sorry." "It is alright. Meeting you and our friendship has help me forget." Then I asked my question, "Why do you have a biohazard symbol tattoo?" He sighed, "Well, I hope you are not scared by this, I am HIV positive. I also do something called pozzing. It is where I fuck guys bareback who want to catch the bug or who like the thrill of taking the risk." I was not weirded out by this. Ron invited me up for a beer. We did not even get dressed we just went back to his home and started drinking. After a few, Ron got closer to me. His musk was stronger and was really starting to make me feel strange. I think the beers helped play a role in this. He started to rub on my dick through my shorts. I admit it felt good but was more shocked then anything. Ron then pulled my dick out and started giving me a blow job. His mouth really felt good on my dick. I was about to try and say something when he stopped and asked, no told, me we were going to the bedroom. I complied. I was thinking that I would just let him finish sucking me, but I would not let it go further. I was not into guys but he was giving me the best BJ I have ever had so I might as well enjoy it. When on the bed I was completely naked. Laying on my back, I let Ron suck me again. God, it was good. He pulled something out from a drawer just within reach. I could then feel one of his fingers press inside my ass. It was lubed so it went in without any problem, but his nail was sharp. I could really feel it in there. "Ouch," I said. Ron stopped sucking and then started licking my ass. I was about to say no more when he suddenly stopped. My friend stood up and he said, "When I don't fuck for a while I get horny and need to let out my pumped up aggression. I need a hole to fuck and yours is perfect. I love to take a tight virgin hole anyways. So get ready." He removed his shorts and I saw his dick for the first time. It was huge. The biggest I have ever seen - at least 10 inches. "Yes, you are going to take all of this." I was frozen. I did not know what to do. I was staring at his massive hard on when I saw his tattoo. He is positive and about to fuck my ass. I was panicking in my mind as he started to push his tip into me. I wanted to say stop it. I wanted to say no. My mouth would not work. My mind was fighting this but the rest of me seemed to want it. Ron pushed his way into me. I could finally could speak. I groaned in both pleasure and pain. His dick was tearing me open. Shit. I was enjoying this. I loved this. Ron was grinding me over and over again. His dick was perfect in me. He was hitting my prostate, and I soon shot a load of cum. I did not even touch my dick for it to happen. This was the best. Ron then said he was about cum. I could feel him have an orgasm inside me. His toxic cum was filling me. He was pushing even harder. He said that he always has three or four climaxes when he fucks a guy so we are just getting started. I was happy. "Please, keep fucking me." Ron smiled. He did as I begged. Ron was doing more than fucking my body. He was fucking my mind. With each push inside me and with his second and third shot of cum in my ass he was destroying any desire for women. He had done it. He converted me to only wanting men. "I know that look in your eyes," Ron said. "You are a faggot now. You want nothing but dick now." "Yes," I barley squeaked. "Say it. Say that you are a faggot." "I AM A FAGGOT," I screamed. Ron then said, "I know you are. I give you my last gift of the night." He had a final orgasm inside me. I am covered with sweat and both relief and disappointment now that he was done. He turned me on my side and stuck two fingers inside me. He scooped up some of his cum which also contained some blood and a tiny amount of my shit. He fed it to me. I thought it was the best thing I ever tasted. He then fed me more. I was so exhausted I dozed off when he got up to hit the head. I would have slept all night but Ron woke me up a couple of times to fuck me more. Ron took me to get checked. Yep, I was now a Poz. To celebrate we went to his Tattoo artist who did his ink. I got the same one only mine was a tramp stamp. We now live together and are a couple but are in no way exclusive. Yes, we now live together, but I get to let other guys fuck me and he fucks other guys. Whenever someone wants to engage in pozzing we are there. A top fucks me and bottoms get Ron. I have never been happier.

True Story of my first slam! About 10 years ago, I was excited to connect with a hot ff buddy of mine -- talk black guy with a really hungry hole. I've been a ff top for a long time. I was able to leave work early and head downtown and check into a nice sleazy hotel. I had had done a little T recently and had a little bit left so decided to smoke some before the festivities began. A little bit later he showed up. We kissed and started to make out, but something was "off". He admitted he was not feeling great but wanted me to fist him deep, but admitted he felt we should reschedule. I agreed and was naturally a little disappointed. My hot 6'3" black ff bottom when home to bed. So what did I do? Well, signed on the BBRTS naturally. Ended up chatting with a couple of people, but nothing was clicking. The little bit of T I did was still in effect and I was horny as hell. Finally, after about a hour, this guy I had chatted with on and off before hit me up. Like I said, we had chatted but were never quite on the same page or could not make it work. Tonight was different. As we chatted I finally asked him "what are you up for tonight"? "I want to slam and fuck" he replied. Slam and fuck. Normally I would have probably not taken him up on the offer, but tonight was different. The little bit of T I had done early was in charge of my thinking. So my response? "Sound great, come on over". We chatted and determined neither of us had product. I had only purchased it once at a bathhouse, so had no contacts. I told him I had $$ if he had a contact. He said he did but wanted some of the $$ up front. He stopped by. OMG - hot Latin guy. Deep black eyes. And sexy as hell. We chatted about how much, and I suggested --- well, let's get enough so we don't run out if we want more. I gave him the $$ and off he went. Part of me thought -- hummm, that was a scam and I would probably not see him again. Anyway, I was back on BBRTS in case I needed plan B. About 30 minutes later there was a knock at the door. It was my hot Latin guy. About 34, 5'8" dark eyes and a great mischievous smile. He came in, I locked the door and we began kissing passionately. Kissing is a must and a major turn on for me, and he was a GREAT kisser. He then showed me the T and asked if I was ready. "Of course". Now, I had not told him I had never slammed before. I was trying to play it cool and appear relaxed. As he started weighing the product he asked me how much. I had NO idea. So my reply was "what ever you normally do". Again, I did not want to appear to be novice. "Ok, let's do a 3.0". He prepped the points and said they were ready. That's when I told him well, this is my first time, so you will have to do me. He had a little concern, but said, that since I was a big bear, I would be ok. He put the tourniquet on, looked me in the eyes and asked if I was ready. "YES" "Now tell me if it burns at all". I was transfixed. Not afraid at all and watched intently. He was slow and gentle. The point registered and said "here goes". I watched carefully as it entered the crook of my arm. When finished, he released the tourniquet. And my life changed. The rush was fucking amazing. I went a foggy, had a little ringing in my ears, but no cough. The world seemed to be in a great foggy spin. He asked if I was ok. "Hell yes", and I dropped to my knees and started sucking on his 8" uncut cock. I could not get enough of it. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him slam himself. He looked deep into my eyes and said "I want to fuck you" And I immediately got up on the bed and he began fucking my hungry hungry hole. He was inside me for what seemed like hours. His cock was the perfect fit. It seemed to expand in my ass, filling me completely and happily. We had HOURS of hot sweaty sex. And a 2nd slam a few hours later. More on that later.

Jack a 26 year old bottom 5'10 140 white with brown hair and eyes was a safe only bottom. He had post on Adam and a few other sites for safe sex. Jack found a profile he had to have, tall muscled guy 6'2 200 with 9.5 white no face but a body to kill for and for weeks Jack would hit him up and the guy would swat his attempts to chat on line and finally after weeks the guy sent back a message that said you are not into what I am into. Jack said really, try me. The guy went on to tell him thanks but they would have to talk later. Jack sent him his number in hopes he would text him but three days had passed before he saw him online. Jack hit him up and said you know I live alone. The guy said well that is two things you have going for you. Jack asked what those were, you are a bottom and you live alone. The guy never have his name so lets call him Mark. Mark told him, I know you have wanted to get with me for a while but I am hear only to look for one bottom who is willing to be a cum dump for straight guys who just need to get off on the side. We are all clean and neg and need you to be, in some ways you would make the perfect bottom since you are a safe only otherwise bottom but I get that it may not be your thing. The conversation follows: Jack: I never do it bare but Mark: But what you would for us? Jack: How many is us and how does this work? Mark: There are over 30 in the city as part of our group but all can not attend any given session but with a hot little ass like yours they will want to try. Jack: So they all go bare? Mark: Yes, the only reason we would ever fuck a guys ass is because it is bare. If we have to use condoms we can fuck any college slut out there. Jack: That makes sense Mark: You must be okay with being just a hole for guys to get off in. Jack: That sounds hot. Mark: You also must be okay with it being anonymous, we all have a lot to loose. Jack: Okay what does that mean? Mark: We are only into bottoms who are ass up and hole ready in a jock and blindfolded. Jack: really? Mark: Told you it was not your thing. Jack: Wait I am in, I really want this! Mark: Good to hear, you will make a great bottom for us to pass around. I have to run for now but I will it you up soon. Jack: Wait what about this weekend or next? It was too late Mark had already signed off. Jack was rock hard and horny as fuck and checked his account ever two hours to see if Mark hit him back about this coming weekend. Jack sent him another note and said I really need this hope this weekend works.

Back from the gym I signed on and started fielding post. Several tops did not respond since the neg bottom hit them up, some responded did you read my profile and to those Mark sent back that he was poz friendly and most of those said count me in, by Wednesday morning there were 40 pots that said they would be up for it. I figured only a third of those would show up. I posted a few party ads, gangbang Thursday Night and got tons of responses. Mark hit up Jack and told him he had a solid 10 but be prepared for more and Jack said that would be amazing and that he would go home at lunch and make sure the package was there. Jack hit Mark up at 4 PM and said the package arrived and you sent two jocks, Jacks. Jack said You will need to wear it and you will have one to change into if yours gets wet from all the cum. You see the instructions? Note cards and arrow? Jack said yes, follow the instructions and I be in touch tomorrow so we can finally get that hot ass loaded. Jack signed back on to the fake profiles and gave only the hotties poz guys the address but not the apartment number. The craigslist post would only talk about Neg bottom taking loads. Jack signed off and went to bed.

I've changed the user groups up and it makes a difference to what you can do on the site. Basically "members" has been split into 3 groups: New Members Members Trusted Members New members can do very little on the site. They can only send a few messages, they can only post a few posts. They can rate only a few items. "New" is defined by a few things – length of time since you joined, how many posts you've made, and how those posts have been rated. Being low on any of those will make you a "New Member". Members are those who have been here a while, done a bunch of posts, and had them well-received. Trusted members are people who have been here a long time, done a lot of posts, and had them well-received. If a trusted member stops being active on the site eventually they will get demoted down to member, but actively participating will get them back to Trusted Member status. Notice that "well-received" is a criteria in all the statuses. This means that down voting a post can slow a person down in achieving the next highest status. So those of you who are long-time members with the ability to do a fair number of ratings, please use that to slow down potentially problematic members. As you go up in status you can Post more posts Rate more things Upload bigger images and files Have more galleries with more images Have more blogs In addition, moderators will be more lenient as your status goes up. This will be especially true for Trusted Members – the points they'll be given will be lower, and hence the consequences less. One change that's been made across the board is that everyone can now delete their own images, galleries and blogs. (I finally got past a problem that was preventing me access to the settings that control that). That will reduce the workload on moderators.

Ok, so years ago my other half and I inherited a dildo collection. In 19 years, we never did anything with them. I'm trying to downsize and get rid of a few thing and want to figure out the best way of disposing of them. Is there a market for used shtupperware?

I want my IQ to drop even further to be the an even better dumb jock breeder for beta cunts.

I went on a bit of a bender last weekend while the wife was away - I got on Grindr and found two tops nearby who wanted to take turns in me, so I took a gummy (it takes about an hour but then it puts me a total slut mode for 4 hrs or so) and drove over- they were OK, sort of tweakers and weren't all that impressive at fucking, but I got two loads so all was OK - My gummy was in full swing so I took a Lyft over to the local bookstore/theater (by then it was around 1am), paid for the theater and went straight to the room I like. Two guys who've fucked me for a decade were ready to go, so I assumed the position (backward on the couch, knees on the bottom cushion, ass in the air) and received a brutal fucking for about 2 hours - 4 guys were in me during that time ( I like when a crowd gathers), 2 or 3 put their loads in me and I loved every second of it (I'm hard writing this). I cleaned up and left the theater part, went into the booths - right to my favorite one (its big and you can leave the door open. I turn around toward the screen and lean against the door frame, when I feel a hand on my ass, I walk into the room and kneel on the stool, ass in the air (I don't want to see who it is, I just want that cock in me). It took about 20 minutes until I felt that gentle brush of a hand against my ass - I assumed the stool position and he slid right in - I think he was coming from the bars b/c he smelled like beer and cigs. He was rough, grabbed my hair, choked me a little and then slapped and pulled my ass apart while he was fucking me. He lasted almost 10 minutes before he came and came and came, I think he liked the creampie "look" b/c he pulled out slowly and made sure some cum came out with it. That was it, I took a Lyft to the dudes' house, got my car and slinked home.

Just had a 25 yo Latino, whose profile says Versatile, Negative & Condoms. He checked me out and I asked him to unlock. His face pic is very boyish, which is not really my thing but I've done young guys who turn out to be fun. He said he just wanted to get a blow, shoot his nut in me and split. I said, "Cool," and he came over right away. He lives nearby. When he arrived he turned out to be way more muscular than his pic, I suspect the pic is not new. And he's much more the "young man," than he is "boy." After all, if I'm hitting the sack with a hot guy, there's only one boy and that's me, even if I am the more mature. Well, he came in the door and grabbed my cock. I grabbed his and we began to kiss. He about melted. Totally got into kissing. I sucked his cock, he kept saying to "slow down" because he was close. Then he mounted my ass pumped and shot his wad in me. His moist cum is still in my cunt right now. Happy man-puss 😁🍑

I generally operate the same as I always have: a minimal online presence with no photos, no biohazard tattoo to give away my secret, and no annual trips to the same gay event or the same bear run. Why? I don't want anyone to know me. I enjoy being the "new meat" at the bar, the campground, the bookstore. I can be a new person everywhere I go. What do I mean? Here's a few examples: At a bookstore I'm a working class fella, popping in after a hard day at work. I'm a bit dirty, old jeans, camo hat. My wedding band shining against my sun darkened hand. I see the guys' eyes light up when I walk in, thinking they're finally gonna get to service a straight fella, maybe even better than his wife. I go for the 30 year old who looks like a younger version of me. He's bearded, beefy but not yet old enough to let himself get fat like all of the other guys in this rustbelt town. Probably has a girlfriend and really wants another"straight guy" for some on the side fun. Plus he thinks I'm safer as I'm not whoring myself out like some of the fags in here. We chat a bit, but not too much. I pull my cock out and jerk it a little, and he can't take his eyes off it. I tell him to suck it, and he's on his knees gobbling my cock. I grab his hair, and begin slow fucking his mouth. I tell him to pull his cock out and jerk it for daddy while he's sucking me. He wastes no time doing this. I let go of his hair and let him do what comes naturally to him. Once he's worked up, I tell him to stand up, and I shove my tongue in his mouth. He's a bit surprised, but accepts it and kisses me back. I grab his asscheeks and began squeezing and rubbing them. He kisses me harder, which tells me he's ready to be my whore. I spin him around and wrap him in my arms. I'm rubbing his hairy torso, and my cock is pressing into his ass crack. I begin rubbing his hole with my finger, occasionally scooping some of my toxic precum from my cock head and rubbing it in and around his cunt. He loves this and pushes back into me. With my mouth at his ear, I whisper to him to bend over so daddy can fuck his hairy ass. He does exactly as I say. They ALWAYS do at this point. I've done it dozens of times in dozens of bookstores. I line my cock up, and in less than 10 seconds, my bare cock is fucking this stranger, leaking my juices inside him. All I'm envisioning at this point is the finished product- my cum shooting deep into his ass, making him MY whore forever. No matter what he does from this point on, I'm the one who changed him, the one who knocked him up. I fuck him for less than five minutes, and as my balls begin to shoot rope after rope of my load in his guts, I grab his shoulders and go deep as I can. He accepts my gift willingly, without knowing what it is. I slide out, stand him upright, and begin jerking his cock from behind. As he cums, I realize this could be the last untainted load he ever shoots. His last clean load of cum. I jerk him harder and feel his cum coating my hand, slickening up his cock. As he catches his breath, I release him and tuck my cock away. He pulls his pants up and looks at me. Kinda akwardly, but also with pride. He knows he did a good job since I came up his ass. He's proud of himself for giving dad what he needed. He'll be smiling later that evening, as he's sitting at home thinking about his bookstore visit, feeling a bit of soreness in his behind. Maybe even have some cum leaking out. And he'll think it was fun, but in the past now, and that's the part I love. Our encounter will come back to him. Maybe not when he gets the fuck flu a few weeks later, but definitely by the time he gets pneumonia years down the road and blood tests are necessary. And by then, who else has he fucked in the bookstore, or after a night of drinking with his buddies? At a campground, say on a bear weekend in July, I'm the lone bear all alone on his campsite. Small tent set up next to my truck. Maybe I just wear boots and jeans all weekend, smoking my pipe almost full time, nodding to the passing drunk bears and cubs. Careful not to look at them too long, as I want to seem disinterested. By denying them my attention, this always serves to make them WANT to get my attention. As day goes by, and more drinking happens, they get braver, and maybe come over to chat, to compliment my pipe or beard. Again, I say I got this routine down. I'm humble, I mention I'm just out of a relationship, anything to make the other man want me that much more, don't wanna "catch anything" from this seedy bear weekend. All of this to set the stage for when I pretend to finally give in to their advances and fuck em. And I'm pretending it's all so unexpected and I'm so caught up in the passion of the moment I rawdawg their negative ass with my toxic cock until I breed em deep. And their so proud of themselves for 'seducing me' and getting what they want they don't consider for a second it was all a trap I set, and they most certainly are my prey. Yet, afterwards, I'm shy and humble, saying I'm not usually like this, and they just were so sexy I couldn't help it. They eat it up. They tell me it's ok, and rub my belly. And they leave the tent with my cum in their cunt, and I rest up for the next one. So that's my story. You may call me a predator, but I never force my way into a negative ass. They always give Daddy what he wants, they just don't know WHO Daddy really is. I do- he's a gifter, a dirty breeder who wants to poz your cunt, and he's coming for you

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by Andrew "Aethan" French afrench@gct.com Given the events you're about to read, you might guess that Micky and I met at a Horror or Sci-Fi convention, or in some weird voodoo cult in New Orleans, or some farfetched locale. The truth is, Micky and I met in a little gay bar in downtown Boston. I had broken up with a real asshole (no comment; I have nothing to say about him, and he has nothing to do with this story) and was looking to drown my sorrows in a lot of bad alcohol and a few nights of utterly dangerous casual sex. I was crazy from having broken up, and I really didn't give a shit about AIDS or anything else. Luckily for me, the first night I went cruising, Micky wandered into my life. When he entered, I was awed by the seemingly total focus with which he carried himself. Every step seemed to have been planned out ahead of time, and his walk was graceful and predatory. Everything about him bespoke a man who was looking for good sex in large amounts. I couldn't help but be attracted to those smoldering black eyes, set under brows whose fiery red matched the wild mane that framed his beautiful face. His body was muscular and lean, and his clothes snugged up against the fine structure beneath, hiding and revealing things in an alternating way that immediately sent a charge to my crotch. Judging by the reaction of the others in the room, everybody was experiencing the same sensation. I felt, rather than saw, his eyes upon me, and I was disappointed when they flickered away to explore the rest of the crowd. I spent the night watching him. Everywhere he passed, heads turned, and he slipped through the busy bar, hither and yon, looking, apparently, for just the right somebody. I watched in mounting terror as the bar's patrons began approaching him. I wanted him, badly. I wanted him to dominate me utterly and use me as he chose. I wanted to belong to him, not in the sense of the short encounter I had come looking for, but in a long term relationship. This, I sensed, was the real Mr. Right of my life, and I wanted to be with him, more than I had ever wanted anything before. When I saw a new wave of barhoppers enter and fixate on him, I knew I had to make my move or I was going to lose him. I was scared that he would ignore me or reject me, but I was going to have to take my chances. I waved at him, beckoning to him and smiling my best smile. He looked at me curiously, shrugged, disengaged one guy who had draped an arm around his waist, and glided in my direction. He sized me up when he arrived, and he didn't seem to have lost interest. So I steeled up my courage. "I'm Jack. Can I buy you a drink?" He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I cursed inwardly for using such an obvious pick-up line. To my surprise and eternal gratification he smiled, a long lingering toothy grin which spread from his mouth and eyes across his whole face. He spoke, in a deep sonorous baritone. "Hi Jack. I'm Micky. No, you can't." I felt my heart sink. "But I'd like to buy you one." I felt it leap back up. "Not here though....too crowded...too many assholes." He took my hand and drew me off of my seat. I couldn't speak. We stopped by the coats, where he pulled down mine and handed it to me. "How the hell did you know that was my coat?" I asked, when we had slipped out of the bar into the cool spring night. He shrugged. "It just seemed like the coat you would wear. I'm a pretty decent judge of character. Besides, it smells like you." We walked under the light of the bright moon. It had just turned past full, so it illuminated the street like another lamp, casting our shadows ahead of us as Micky guided us down the sidewalks in the direction of what he referred to as "the best damned bar in Boston." It was indeed a cozy little place. Not a gay bar, but a fine place to talk quietly amongst a staff that genuinely seemed to like you. It turned out that Micky was an amazing judge of character. He guessed instinctively what I drank and that I was a painter. "You seem the artistic type," he said with a shrug. I became more and more fascinated with Micky, and by the time the bar sent us home, I knew that I wanted to know everything about him and to be a part of what he was. So when he looked at me and asked "Would you like to come home with me?" I accepted without a second's hesitation. His apartment was quite close. He lived in a one-room studio which had been, he explained, the attic of the brownstone building. A friend of his owned it, and his rent was remarkably low. It was spartanly finished, but plants grew everywhere. Their smell was heady and lush, and it was as if he had shown me a hidden rainforest in the center of Back Bay. A state of the art sound system surrounded the room with soft music. His CD collection showed extremely eclectic tastes. A complete run of the Beatles sat side by side with Beethoven, Mozart, and Bach. A They Might Be Giants CD sat atop a sound effect disk of thunderstorms. He put in the thunderstorms tape, took me by the hand, and led me into a space between the plants. His bed was a nest of pillows and blankets, and I let him lower me onto it, loving him even before we ever made love. Sex with Micky was an almost religious experience. His gentle ways of coaxing me into various positions and activities only served to heighten my arousal with him. He seemed to know my body and its desires better than I knew myself, and he cheerfully exploited every one of them. And when it seemed that things were getting too innocent, he would suddenly reveal a rough side. His straightforward, uncomplicated, animalistic charm truly won me over, and I felt completely vulnerable and yet totally safe in his arms. We finally fell into sleep in each others embrace, and when I awoke, he was lying there studying me, smiling. From then on, we were lovers. I had never had a complaint with Micky as far as his being my lover went. He and I had been lived together for two years or so, after my parents disowned me for being gay. We shared his great studio apartment in the Back Bay. It turned out that Micky was very well off, owning his own shipping company, and this gave me the freedom to paint for a living. Micky became my favorite model, and his easy-going attitude towards nudity made him fun to work with. He developed a following among my audience, and while it became increasingly easy to sell my work, it became increasingly difficult to part with my pieces. I loved looking at my nudes of Micky, and I was jealous of anyone who bought one. He was supportive of my work, and whenever I would express disappointment in myself or comment about my shortcomings, he would hold me and rock me like a child until I felt myself again. Everything seemed ideal, except for one detail. Every month, Micky would get very moody and restless without any provocation. The next day, he would disappear without explanation, not returning for three nights. When he returned, he was always in better spirits, and we would have wild, reckless sex for hours non-stop. That part was okay, but his disappearances began to bother me. He would always try to say that he had been away on business for his company, but I began to recognize a pattern. I became suspicious, even morbidly so. Was he in the Mafia, doing hits for money? Was he seeing another lover? What was he hiding from me...or trying to protect me from? As much as I loved him, I began to be afraid of him. Doubt became my worst enemy, forcing me to worry that we were about to spiral into a breakup. I questioned him at length, but he would always worm his way out of the conversation. At last, I couldn't stand it any longer. He was sprawled on the couch, and he was moody. I sensed the time was about to occur; he would disappear tomorrow, unless I was able to determine what was happening. "Micky," I said, quietly but firmly, "I know you're going to leave tomorrow. Please tell me where you're going." "Business," he muttered darkly. "Commodities deal in Acron. Be back..." "Three days from now." I glowered at him. "Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I haven't noticed the pattern? Don't insult my intelligence." "Jack," he said, as his temper rose, "don't be ridiculous. I have business. I'll come back on Tuesday. You'll have a nice quiet long-weekend, and everything will be fine again." "Bullshit, Micky! I've called your company. They never know what I'm talking about when I mention these business trips. They say you take the time as vacation days. Now will you tell me the fucking truth." He sat there, his hands clenching and opening as if he might suddenly attack me. I felt an anger boiling just below his facade of calm. "Jack, you wouldn't understand." "Try me, for Christ's sake. I don't understand now, but I'm willing to listen. Otherwise this whole relationship is for shit! If you go away without explaining yourself, I won't be here when you get back." Saying it nearly destroyed me, but I was insane with the need to know. That was the threat that got him. He deflated visibly and stared up at me miserably. "You might leave if I tell you the truth." "Better that than to keep living with these stupid lies." He struggled with himself for awhile, emotions playing across his face. Finally, he sighed heavily. "Okay, tomorrow I'll explain everything." His expression darkened. "I'll show you everything. You deserve to know." We didn't make love that night. I sat awake in bed, feeling his warmth near me under the sheets and listening to his slow deep breaths. I was afraid. Now that I was going to know everything, I began to wonder if I really wanted to know it. But I felt that it was too late. I had started everything sliding, and I was just going to have to find out what was at the bottom when I hit it. I just hoped we'd survive the fall. I sank at last into a fitful sleep. When I woke up, Micky was gone. At first I was afraid that he had left for the weekend, having chickened out of telling me his secret, but I found a note that indicated he would be back later that afternoon. The day crawled by, and I worried about Micky. I was worried I had driven him away, that he could not tell me his story, and that he had left me alone again. I tried to do some painting, but I couldn't concentrate. I started at every movement in the hall outside our door. Every time the phone rang, I jumped. At last, around sunset, he appeared, and I almost cried with relief. He was carrying two bags of groceries, both of which proved to be full of meat. He stuffed them into the fridge and came over to me. "Its almost time for you to know." I felt a shiver of anticipation, or was it fear? I could not say. Then, inexplicably, Micky started removing his clothes. "Oh, no," I laughed nervously, "I'm not going to be so easily distracted." Micky smiled without humor. "This is integral to your understanding of the truth." "I've seen you naked before, Micky. Its impressive, but nothing new." "You've never seen me completely undressed," he muttered mysteriously. I started to protest, but then something prevented me from continuing. Micky's skin began to ripple and bunch, as if he were changing subtly, underneath. A slight tear showed in his skin, revealing... what? Fur? So it seemed. The surface below was covered with a fine glistening fur the same color as Micky's hair. I realized that all of Micky's skin was peeling away in chunks. It fell to the floor, dry and brittle, like the outer skin of an onion. The thing underneath the skin was seven foot tall if it was an inch, and its body rippled with muscles. A canine snout unfolded beneath Micky's face, tearing through. Gleaming fangs shone in the light, and I wanted nothing so desperately as to be able to run, but, somehow, my brain seemed to have shut down, refusing to send signals to the rest of my body. One message only was getting through. Micky's a fucking werewolf. It began to make some twisted sort of sense. Three day disappearances. Must be the full moon. I couldn't move; shock held me rooted to the spot. I was going to die, and Micky, my lover was going to kill me. He would leap on me, his powerful jaws crushing the life from me. With a jolt of terror, my body began functioning again, but far too slowly. I turned to run, when a voice stopped me in my tracks. "Jack, its me." I turned back to look at the creature which stood before me. It had Micky's voice. It was deeper and harsher, but it was his voice nonetheless. "Micky?" I gasped out from lungs frozen with shivery fear. "Are you in there?" "Its me, Jack. This is what I am." I stared at him. This was no Lon Chaney junior with yak hair on his chin. Micky looked like someone had put a huge wolf's head on top of a weight-lifter's body and covered the whole thing with fur. He was gigantic. His whole body seemed to have swelled, getting physically massive. I glanced down; his cock had become huge. It was nearly a foot long, and it stood erect, giving it the illusion of even greater size. Despite myself, I was a little aroused. I had always been satisfied with Micky before, but this was a fuzzy Adonis! I laughed, a hysterical little giggle, at the incongruity of my thoughts. "Shit, Micky. How the fuck did this happen?" A low guttural laugh escaped the fanged maw of my lover. "Puberty. Some kids got acne; I got fur. My dad said that it skipped a few generations, that my great grandfather had had the gift, and that now I had it. He taught me not to be afraid of it. Its a good thing, I believe, but its hard to explain that to people. Telling people you're a werewolf makes them think you're really crazy or really kinky. But as you see, its the truth. On the three nights of the full moon, this is what I become. It doesn't make any sense. For one thing, I put on about two-hundred pounds of mass...pure muscle." "Yeah, you certainly got..." I looked at his cock involuntarily, "big!" He chuckled. "My senses go from being remarkable to being downright scary, even to me. I can smell things...and hear things....God, Jack. You can't imagine what its like." "Help me to imagine. How does it feel?" He shrugged his gargantuan shoulders. "Natural now. It was weird at first, but now its very natural. It doesn't hurt or anything, like they show in the movies, and I don't eat people. I just get a little wilder, a lot hungrier, and my instincts start kicking in." He blushed then, under his fur, and I caught his train of thought. "In other words, you get really really horny." He grinned hugely as I said this, exposing sharp rows of teeth. "That's why we always fucked so crazily when I came back. I couldn't get laid all that time, and I'd be aching for sex." I looked at him closely. He was so different that he almost couldn't be Micky in my mind. The fur was definitely Micky's hair though, his wild red mane. And the eyes were just the same as Micky's, big, black, soulful, and full of love. "Wow, Micky. I really wasn't ready for...this." He nodded sadly. "I understand. I'll leave. The rent's paid through the end of the summer, and you'll have plenty of time to find a new..." "No Micky! That's not what I mean. I don't want you to leave. I still love you. This is...really weird, but I think I can handle it." He looked at me, hope radiant in his face. "You mean it, Jack?" "I mean it, lover. Look, I'll cook some steak for dinner, and you can explain it to me over dessert." He looked at me thoughtfully. "You are a hell of a guy, Jack. I was so scared...so afraid that I would lose you. When we met, I knew you were the right one, but lately I...I...." He smiled; it was Micky's same gentle smile. "Thanks, Jack." He reached over and took me into his warm furry embrace. Dinner was messy and a bit awkward. Micky insisted that I not cook the steaks he ate, and as I was talking forkfuls of my own well done T-bone, he was ravenously ripping chunks of raw beef into his mouth and swallowing them whole. I drank several glasses of red wine, while he drank nothing but water. "Trust me Jack. You don't want to get me drunk when I look like this. Tipsy werewolves singing Irish drinking songs under a full moon is not the sort of thing we want the neighbors to see." We laughed then, and I was pleased with myself. I was really adapting to this well. It must've been my abiding passion for Micky. Or maybe it was the wine. We talked until three, pondering the existence of other werewolves and whether any of the others were gay. As the clock struck, he looked out the window and sighed. "Thank goodness," he said. "It'll only be a short time until dawn, and then we can be together again." "But we are together, Micky." He shook his head. "I mean sexually. It'll be good to relieve the urges on a daily basis rather than all at once. I was always afraid I was gonna hurt you." It was then that my wine-befuddled head finally acknowledged what my sober self refused to. I wanted to have sex with Micky while he was like this. I couldn't help it. It was the one thing I could do to really prove to him that I was fully accepting of him. I stood, and crossed the room. As he turned, I wrapped my arms around him, laying my head against his chest. He seemed surprised, but he returned the hug. His body seemed to radiate heat, and as we stood there, I felt his dick pressed up against me. I felt a throb of sympathy from my own crotch, and I couldn't help letting my hands explore down his back to his ass, which I began kneading roughly. He pulled back a little, surprised. "Jack, you ought to be careful. I have claws you know. And I'm afraid I'd be really rough if we..." his voice trailed off. In reply, I began undoing the buttons on my shirt. "You won't be rough with me, Micky. I know you. You're still in control in there, and you'll be very gentle." I stripped off my shoes and socks, then beckoned to him. "Help me, Micky." He approached, trembling. His huge hairy paws reached out and came to rest, feather light, upon my shoulders. He pulled off my shirt with the care of a mother undressing her child. I could feel his enormous claws, sharp as razors, but his touch was so light that they never drew blood, only traced lines along my skin. His hands drifted lightly down my sides until they came to rest on the front of my blue-jeans. With exaggerated caution, he worked a finger inside the waistline. I flinched involuntarily. He froze, panic on his face. I smiled at him. "Don't worry big guy; you didn't Bobbittize me. He relaxed and unfastened my pants, then slowly pulled them down until I stood, as naked as he. I took his hand and led him through the plants to the nest of pillows and blankets. We embraced again, and feeling his furry muscular frame pressed close to mine, his warm fuzz on my cock, made me squirm with pleasure. Our hands explored each other's bodies, eliciting occasional murmurs of pleasure from one or the other. I ran my hands over his body, delighting in the magnificent muscle structure. I swirled my fingers through his fur, causing him to shudder and shake like a dog whose belly is being scratched. Then I took his enormous cock in my hand, feeling the new weight and heft of it. This was so strange and wonderful; it was Micky's soul in a new body that was mine to explore. We were intimates and strangers at the same time. Knowing Micky's favorite sexual zones gave me a certain advantage. I tugged at the hairy balls with one hand while feathering a finger up and down his thickened shaft with the other. Micky's beautiful eyes closed and his head lolled back on his shoulders as he succumbed to the stroking I began to give him. I knelt before him, sniffing the musky odor of his crotch. My tongue darted out, flicking into the hole at the end of his massive wolfmeat. He moaned, and his hands fell heavily onto my head, pulling me towards him. I obligingly opened as wide as I could to take him in. Inch after heavenly inch shoved its way into my mouth, and my eyes watered as I nearly gagged from the sheer size. I gave him a good session of sucking, his hands running through my hair and insistently continuing the rhythm we had fallen into. He tensed, his body going rigid and a low ululating moan escaping his lips as the first wave of his cum splashed the back of my throat. I renewed my sucking, intent at getting every last drop. Finally, when nothing more seemed forthcoming, and his body relaxed, I came off of his shaft and grinned. "Your turn, Fido. Lie down." Micky did as I asked, his massive frame sinking deeply into the cushions. I knelt with my cock poised over his face and my balls dangling down to brush the tip of his long wolfen snout. He carefully covered his sharp teeth with his lips before reaching up to engulf me with his mouth. I felt his hot breath against the length of my shaft and shuddered with the anticipation. He reached up and encircled the globes of my ass with his hands, pulling me down into his waiting jaws. The length of his mouth made it the deepest throating I have ever had, and I humped my hips, fucking his face so hard his head bumped against the floor with every thrust. Meanwhile, I reached out to continue my research into his larger member and wonderfully full scrotum. His dick responded immediately, beginning to swell up again. I remembered that Micky's power to get it up again and again after he had been absent had been startling. If he was any more capable of multiple loads in an evening in his wolfen form, we might be at this for a long time! Within his mouth, he began rubbing his long slippery tongue against my cockmeat. I felt myself slipping towards orgasm, and I halted my screwing, unwilling to give up my load so soon. "Uh, uh, Wolfboy. You're not getting off so easy. I want to be reamed. Royally screwed, and you're the best werewolf for the job. You're the best one I know; hell, you're the only one I know!" Micky seemed to be in a fog. His meat was swollen again, and he looked about ready to stick it someplace moist and tight. I knelt down on my hands and knees beside him. "Okay, Micky. We'll do it doggie-style. In your honor of course." With no hesitation, Micky grabbed my ass and heaved himself forward. He buried his long nose in my butt, licking and slurping. I felt the elongated tongue snake forward and push against my tight hole, shoving with such authority that it finally wiggled its way in. Micky ate out my ass with relish, making it nice and slippery for what was to come. By the time he pulled away, I was aching for more. He obliged me by sliding forward until I felt his shaft at the very opening to my hole. I shivered with anticipation, and it was with slow and cautious movements that Micky began moving into me. Now I'm hardly a beginner at anal sex, but the sheer size of Micky's meat made me tremble with fear. I could feel it inching inwards, and my poor ass did its best to relax and open as wide as possible, but it still hurt like hell. Micky, to his credit, waited every time to let me get used to what was happening. I felt like a virgin again, but when he had slid in as far as possible, so deeply that I was sure that if I looked in the mirror I'd see his cock in my throat, the feeling that I was getting melted me to my heart. He reached around to stroke my straining meat, and I moaned in painful pleasure. "Oh, God, Micky. I can't believe you've got the whole thing in there." He didn't respond, except to whimper slightly in sympathy. We started rocking, and I did what I had always done sexually with Micky. I put myself completely under his control, trusting to his gentility and judgment. I was glad I did. Micky's senses allowed him to know exactly when to move and exactly when to be still. And if Micky ever ignored my comfort, I never noticed. We fucked in a slow deliberate rhythm until we realized that dawn was about to break, at which point Micky began pounding into my ass. I felt nothing but waves of pleasure now, and a few minutes later, I felt him tense and buck. A howl burst from his throat as waves of cum came rocketing into my ass. His hands clenched on my cock, and the combination of feelings was enough to send me over the edge, just as the sun rose into the sky. We collapsed onto the bedding, Micky's body slipping rapidly back into human form. Exhausted, we both fell into a dreamless slumber. Micky's arm encircled my waist, and I felt loved and protected as I never had before. The following two nights were a repeat performance, and I began to realize that Micky as a werewolf was just as wonderfully sexy as Micky as a human. Once he got over his initial fear of hurting me, we got back into our usual routine of alternating roughness and gentility. The nights passed too quickly for my tastes, and I found myself beginning to long for the next full moon. Life with a werewolf has now become my norm, and Micky is just as glad not to have to spend his full moon nights hiding in dark alleys and getting chronic blue balls. Micky still models for my paintings, and if some people wonder why I've stopped working on nudes and started painting sexually explicit werewolf scenes, I just explain it as a creative phase. Micky is just as wonderful a lover as ever, and I count myself lucky to have found him. And if he's a fucking werewolf, so what? He's MY fucking werewolf. Nobody's perfect.

Part II. The next Wednesday, I made sure to take a few extra minutes in the shower, grooming my pubes and really cleaning out my asshole well, just in case. The last time I’d met up with Carl, I hadn’t planning on getting a stranger’s fresh load into me, but it happened, so I wanted to be ready this time. My boy was anxious to get into the shower too as if he was getting prepared for some extra-curricular fun too. While we are open, lately, we’d usually played together with new guys. We’d played together with Carl before, but that was before Carl went off PrEP and amped up his risky sex. I was almost certain my boy would disapprove of me having adventurous sex with Carl and his likely-POZ buddies, so I decided not to let him in on my afternoon plans. The morning flew by and I snuck out at lunchtime to head to Carl’s and get up to some risky fun. When I got there, he had left the door open. There was a table and curtain set up in the living room doorway to his kitchen. Carl was bent over lapping at a guy’s ass, belly down, ass cheeks spread, beautifully framed by a jockstrap. Carl grinned at me and pointed to the ass. Carl oinked and said, ‘I just had a POZ buddy come over and breed this hot hole. Have a taste, if there’s any seed left!’ The bottom squeezed his innards and out flowed a glob of cum tinged with red. That got me so hard, and I lapped it up, relishing the feeling of it oozing down my throat. I stood and slapped my raw cock against the stranger’s hole. Carl shook his head, ‘no.’ ‘He’s only taking known POZ loads today. Perhaps another time…’ I frowned, and Carl produced a blindfold and a wicked grin. Carl had me kneel and blindfolded me saying that a new buddy was on his way, POZ and unmedicated and very toxic. Carl told me to be ready to fluff this stud and be to help him breed the anonymous cum-chasing bottom. I heard the door creak open, followed by footsteps and the sound of a belt buckle and zipper. A long thin hard cock slapped against my jaw and I opened my mouth. Carl egged the guy on as he grew even longer in my mouth. I suckled that dick and savored the toxic precum oozing out of the stranger’s cockhead. It made me miss getting guys ready to fuck and breed my boy with me. Carl was loudly making out with the POZ top and led him over to the anonymous bottom, my hand still wrapped around the base of his cock. I kept it there as the top eased his raw dick into the bottom’s cummy stretched-out hole. The bottom moaned. He was loving taking that bareback toxic cock. It made me remember once when my boy and I hooked up with a really well-hung guy. My boy is always quiet when we fuck, but if a really big dick slides into him, he just groans on it before starting to whimper. Sure enough, the anonymous bottom started to whimper, making me even more hard, getting off on the moment and fantasizing about my boy taking that cock. Carl grabbed my shoulders and shoved his stubby dick down my throat. I gobbled on that cock as the bottom whimpered. I could hear the top’s balls slapping the bottom’s ass as Carl further egged him on. The top’s pace picked up and he fired his load deep into the willing bottom’s raw ass. That pushed Carl over the edge and he shot his copious seed deep down my throat. The top pulled out and let me clean his cock a little before zipping up and making a quick getaway. Carl kept me blindfolded, but guided my face to the bottom’s ass. Carl spread his cheeks as he farted out fresh POZ cum. I felched it out of his ass. The bottom was so open I was able to get three fingers and my tongue up his hole. Carl had me sit back on my legs as he helped the bottom up. I heard kissing and whispers as the bottom thanked him. I heard the sheet rustle, and then a loud gasp and more whispering. I wanted to take a peek at this slutty bottom’s body, but Carl warned me, ‘If you take that blindfold off, you’re never coming here again…’ I nodded and sat there blindfolded as the bottom got dressed quickly and left abruptly. Carl told me he had one more POZ buddy coming over who wanted some head. He was sad that the bottom had left so quickly…. Within minutes, the door creaked open again and this anonymous stranger shoved his cock down my throat. It wasn’t very long, but was thick enough to make my jaw and throat sore after just a few minutes. Carl was encouraging me to do my best. When the guy shot his POZ seed into my throat, he made sure I’d keep it there and not swallow. The top thanked me as he slapped his cummy cock against my bulging cheeks, and was gone. Carl tore the blindfold off and bent over in front of me on all fours, spreading his cheeks. I lapped away at his hairy hole, forcing the stranger’s POZ cum into his eager ass. By that point, I knew I wasn’t headed back to work. I was sweaty and cummy and headed home for a shower. When I got there, my boy’s car was in the driveway. I guess he’d had an early day too. I let myself inside and headed to the bedroom. His clothes were in a sweaty pile on the floor, with a freshly used jockstrap on top. I noticed the straps were sticky. I wondered if my boy had been to the gym. I snuck into the bathroom. My boy shrieked as I opened the shower door and joined him. We made out as I fingered his hole, surprised to feel it a little puffy and open. We hadn’t fucked in a few days. I bent him over against the tile wall and was able to slip my cock into him without any resistance. He looked over his shoulder at me and turned off the water, ‘Babe… we need to talk… I’ve been naughty…’ Before he could explain myself, I shot ropes of fresh cum deep inside his guts. I’d figured out that he’d been freshly fucked, and was pretty sure how he’d spent his afternoon… To be continued…. If you like this, guys, DM me or reply here. I love to hear your nasty thoughts... What might these boys get up to next?

I’ve read through all the posts so far on this thread about black/white racism in porn, and I’m astonished that nobody has mentioned the obvious, I mean, really obvious, reason there isn’t much porn depicting white Tops on black bottoms. Topping is an inherently dominant, and often aggressive, act. Bottoming is generally a passive, sometimes submissive act. Now, picture a white man dominating a black man, and what instantly springs to mind? Racism. In today’s social climate (thank God) it’s not acceptable - and apparently worse, not “cool” - to be a racist, bigoted douche. While many white people, still endowed with “privilege”, continue to have an awareness that somehow black is not the same as white, many also consciously suppress that idea in favor of the idea of equality, and thus become sensitized and uncomfortable with depictions of white-on-black racism. Why would a porn producer make content in this atmosphere that could be somehow construed in that context? Imagine sitting down to some porn like this with a black friend and that black friend saying, “That’s racist, man.” Mood-killer. Nobody wants to be accused of being racist, especially when they’re trying their best not to be. It’s partially for the same reason, I believe, that black bottoms have a hard time finding white Tops. If black bottoms can’t find black Tops, I have no explanation, and perhaps all the previous discussion of personal taste comes into play, but I still think there’s a conscious awareness of racial roles that comes into play. I am reminded of a black Top who had me twice several years ago near Fort Knox. He was military, built like a linebacker, and his cock was thick and the longest I’ve ever taken - a good 11” (and no, those are not ‘Internet inches’ because I had just recently taken a confirmed 10” that I could compare it to). There was no question of who had control of the encounter - he Dominated me from the moment I passed through his door. Each time he had me ride him and pulled m down onto his cock, then flipped me over onto my belly, penetrated me balls-deep with a single thrust, and bred me to his satisfaction. But the other thing I recall from those memorable encounters was that each time I came in, he had interracial porn playing on his TV - of a big black man brutally fucking a smaller white man. He had, it seems, a racial preference. Could that be called racism? Personally, I’m glad I’m Autistic, because the color of a man’s skin basically doesn’t even register in my head unless someone points it out. I don’t automatically consider it a significant feature.

From now... this profile is ONLY use for reading stories... nothing more! Too many fakes and selfish people (like all fucking slammers). I forgot... i'll never answer any private message in the future... it doesn't worth any time to waste!

I’m heading back to Club Pittsburgh on Wednesday around 5:30-6:30 and then later around 11-??? I am going to take a black hood with no eye holes and put my lubed up ass out there for any and all takers on the fuck bench.

YES! THIS. EXACTLY. THANK YOU! It’s disheartening and demoralizing to spend so much time choosing precisely the right words to express your thoughts and get a blank stare or “???” in response. Smart IS sexy. Functionally illiterate and proudly ignorant are not.

I’d like no more “Sorry, you can’t like any more posts today” screens please

If you ask a question that is phrased "does a true bottom..." or "only a real top...", then I automatically disregard the rest of the question. There is no "REAL" anything. You do it or you don't. I don't get this need to qualify people for what turns them on. If you ONLY have sex with one partner, but you are a total pig with him, then you're a real pig. If you have sex with anything that moves and some things that don't, you're a real pig. If you have sex with a condom (you're not having sex with me), but you're no less of a person for your choices. If you're on prep, that's your business. Whatever went into that decision is fully you. I have no say in it - and I SHOULDN'T have any say in the matter. As for me personally, I don't have to prove that I'm a pig/cumdump/whore to anyone. If you think less of me, that's none of my concern and I certainly won't lose sleep over it.

Love it so far. Please continue stud.

Had a great day today/tonight. Started off with a regular bud messaging me telling me how horny he is. He's always horny, he's always got a load. He came in to my place, me ass up waiting, and shoves his dick in without any teasing, just a little lube. I do my best not squeeze his cock, last time I made him cum too fast, and really wanted him to enjoy it. Several times he stopped saying he didn't want to cum, and I could just feel his cock pulsing in my hole. The 4th time he said a drop came out, once more a drop came out, a couple minutes later he started cumming full force and I started milking him with my ass. About two hours later I have a guy drop by that wanted me to give him a rubdown (just for fun.) We'd done this before and it had been a few years in between. Before he came I had unlocked my scruff album and I had some new BB pics/vids of me. He thought the album was hot. He has in his profile that he uses condoms and asked me if I had any. I told him maybe one, and he said he'd bring some (great). After we're done with the rub part he has me put the rubber on him and sit on his cock. He's got an average cock, and it's a little hard to sit on him. I can tell he's not keeping hard in the condom. A few minutes of fucking and he slips out cause he's getting soft and I lay back in bed. He pulls the condom off, says he'll need another, but jacks himself a bit. Next thing I know he sits up, pulls my ass up and slams into it raw. He starts slapping me (a little dom) and talking about how I better be neg, just before he grunts and collapses. So that's load 2 in my ass. Lastly a fuck bud hits me up and has me cum over. Again this is someone that likes to use condoms, but he's a beefy guy with a great dick (nice n fat) and I can't resist. His profile says he's on PrEP and last time I had to bring condoms. We've yet to fuck raw. Tonight was no different, but we didn't fuck at all I just swallowed his load after a hot 69 session. When getting dressed I couldn't help but notice how his bottle of Truvada is sitting in plain site next to the TV. Thinking next time he's going raw.

Becky arrived to her small studio apartment in five minutes and went up to the second floor and let herself in and sat on her day bed. She was still horny for some reason, she opened the bag she was given and in Red Letters the sheet on top said take on of these pills ever two hours for the next 8 hours. There were four pills, she got up and took one. Her breast and vagina were tingly as she emptied the bag. Blindfold, a ball on a color, some leather cuffs and couple of clamps. The note said make sure these on display when you use your call number. She looked at it again, she dialed and put in her code #43 a recording came on and the voice said. If you are calling for oral therapy press 1, full vaginal therapy press 2. She pressed 1, if you are requesting oral and do not have semen in your vagina press 1, if you have semen in your vagina press 2. She hung up, she dialed back and pressed 2 and the recording said your therapist has been dispatched and once he arrives your phone will ring, you must pick up and press 9 (do not press 9 unless your door is unlocked and all display items are our and you are naked and have a blindfold ready to slip on you have 15 minutes. Becky quickly got undressed and unlocked her door. The pill took made her so horny, molly does that. It was only 12 minutes and the phone rang and she hit 9 and the voice said put your blindfold on and spread your legs your vagina toward the door. She was ready and heard the door open and close and then felt hands on her legs and she shivered and then fingers at her pussy and until now no one has spoken and then she heard nice fucking pussy. He rubbed her clit and she moaned and then he slide one, two and then three fingers in her. You have been a good girl taking cum in your pussy, he pulled them out nd ate her cummy cunt and then slide one two and finally four fingers in her. He finger fucked Becky for five minutes and then pulled them out and slid his long thick cock in her. Becky had been moaning but this made her moan louder, he long fucked her and then stopped and pulled out of her and she asked for more. He came over and told her to open her mouth and he placed the ball gag in her mouth and fastened it on her. Grabbed her hands and put them above her head with the restraints and fastened them together so she could not move them and pushed her legs back and slide in her and fucked her hard and he could hear her muffled screams and after ten minutes he shot deep in her. He pulled out and she thought he would unfasten her but he cleaned up and she could hear him getting dressed and then she heard the door. Her breeder said it is about time you guys got here, she is right over there she is all yours just untie her and leave her blindfolded when you are done. The guy who was leaving was Rick he was 45 6' tall lean white and had a huge dick and the two who entered were Dan and Taylor. Taylor was his nephew and Dan was a buddy of his from work. Tyler was 6'1 180 white blonde and packing 10" and Dan was Egyptian with Dark skin, hair and eyes. He was 5'11 170 with an 8' beer can dick. Taylor pulled off his shorts and t-shirt and Dan dropped a bag and went over to examine the merchandise while Uncle Rick left. Taylor wasted no time and slide in Becky and long dicked her while Dan put the clamps on Becky's tits and he rubbed he clit. She did not last long and she came, Dan went to his bag and brought out a butt plug and some other toys and placed them on the bed and a vibrator the he turned on and used to stimulate her nipples while clamped this must have felt good and hurt all at the same time since she begins to moan and scream depending on how he held it. Taylor has been fucking her for 20 minutes and he shoved deep and howled as he unloaded in her and said fuck that is some fine slut pussy. He pulled out and got cleaned up and said he needed to meet his lady and slipped out the door. Dan grabbed his back and pulled out the rest of his stuff. He lubed up Becky's ass hole and worked the first butt plug in her, The smallest of them and twisted her around and he grabbed his electro shock wand with the other and used it on her nipples and she screamed and tried to turn side ways to get away but he just wen to the other nipple and finally just slapped the nipple clamp off and then the other and git her nipples more with the wand. Becky had no idea what she was in for but Dan was a twisted fucker and he loved white sluts. He played with the butt plug pulled it almost out and then letting it go back in and then he started to pop it out and push it back in. Dan said, good girl you are ready for the next size. Dan pulled out and lubed up the next and pressed it against her ass hole and tried several angles to get her top open up and applied lots of pressure and finally the plug popped in. She stopped the little muffled squeal she had been making. He let her get used to the plug while he took rope and tied off her breast and then sucked her nipples and Dan had been toying with her for more than an hours and knew he had to be somewhere at five so he climbed on her and pressed his rock hard fat dick against her pussy. He pressed and just like the plug had to try different angles and finally started to feel her pussy give way. He spit on her and spoke in Arabic as he stretched her and tore her up inside and finally pressed all the way in and finally said you are such a fucking whore. He fucked her all the while she was squealing until close to the end when she had a huge orgasm and her body shook and Dan slammed his dick all the way into her unloaded his massive load. He left his dick inside her pumping till he lost some erection and then pulled out and cleaned up leaving her there all used.

How many of you guys love smelling a man's ripe pits while he's plowing you?

Felched POZ Cum I was out having a few drinks catching up with an old fuck buddy, Carl. He told me he had been having a blast with new guys. He told me he was off PrEP and enjoying anonymous cumdump situations. I was sort of surprised as we’d only had pretty vanilla sex, bareback, but not kinky. He told me it was such a rush taking a load not knowing if it was toxic or not. I asked if he was a bug chaser, and he shrugged saying, ‘if it happens, it happens…’ That got me a bit boned. He told me he was hosting a guy that week who was likely POZ and wanted to know if I wanted to join in. I remembered him giving excellent head, so I figured why not? So, Wednesday, I snuck away from my desk at work and drove to his house. As he told me it would be, the front door was cracked open. All of the curtains in the living room were drawn shut, so it was pretty dark. Carl was on his knees, blindfolded with his mouth open and tongue out when he heard the door creak. He was naked and stroking his stubby fat cock. I pulled my clothes off and stuck my dick in his mouth. He gobbled on my cock, reminding me, truly, just how good his blowjob skills were, and I heard the door creak. A tall, rail-thin guy walked in, spiky dark hair and beard. He nodded at me, pleased to see Carl doing a good job. I moved behind Carl who got on his hands and knees. As the stranger pulled out a long thin cock and slid into Carl’s mouth, I knelt down to his ass, not surprised to find it already cummy. Carl had taken at least one load. I fingered it, trying to convince myself not to eat it, but I couldn’t hold back. I lapped at Carl’s furry asshole and was rewarded with gobs of fresh seed. I fisted my cock and ate Carl’s hole as the stranger pummeled his mouth. Carl was gagging and moaning on that long cock and the stranger growled as he fired his cum into Carl’s throat. I didn’t hear Carl swallow. The stranger zipped off, nodded to me, and left. As soon as the door was closed, Carl ripped off the blindfold and spun me around, an evil grin on his face. His cheeks were bulging and a droplet of spooge leaked out of his lips. He pushed my face down to the carpet and spread my ass cheeks. He forced his tongue into my hole and fingered that load in his mouth into my guts. He had me groaning with pleasure and slapped his stubby dick against my ass. He rammed his thumb into me, and I was glad for the cum lube. He was so horny he barely got his dick inside me before he fired off a huge load. He bred me and added his cum to what he’d tongue-fucked into me. As he came down from his orgasm, he ordered me to be back next week, this time a half hour earlier, and to bring a blindfold…

You've got a pretty pussy, boy.

Of course a plethora of white men will call BS on this...of course. News flash you don’t get to tell a poc what is and isn’t racist. And you’re fooling yourself if you don’t think the bareback community is a cesspool of racism, classism, and fatphobia for starters.

Anticipating remarks along the lines of “it’s too complicated to make porn,” I’ll simply note that some guy in Jeffersonville, Indiana is making porn. His work might not win awards for cinematography, but he must be making some money — if only because of the tax rules about hobby activities.

Thanks @drscorpio for catching that. I must have broken the link when I edited the post 😞 Here it is again: Here's one I just found for the first time, which doesn't seem to be here yet. A lot of this guy's vids are very hot IMO, in a "verite" sort of way. The image quality is kind of lousy mostly, but the framing and action are smoking... [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/raw-fucking-in-public-wc-20037902

@viking8x6, can you repost your link. This doesn't give us anything.

Each day (or 24 hour period, not sure which)… New Members can do 8 posts, 5 ratings, and start 3 conversations in messenger Members can do 25 posts, 10 ratings, and start 25 conversations in messenger Trusted Members can do an unlimited number of posts, 30 ratings, and start 50 conversations in messenger I'm open to tweaking those settings if people can explain why it's a good idea. As far as ratings, I'm thinking of putting New Members down to 0. If they don't know the feature exists, then they won't miss it. And the idea behind ratings is that established members (who define the community) say what's good and bad.

A real cum dump takes cum. Whether or not they're on prep is irrelevant.

While I'm definitely curious how one inherits a dildo collection, I'll confine my comments to the question at hand. ... I guess it would depend if they are modern toys or are of an historical or unique nature. There are a few museums of sex that might be interested in donations of artifacts. (A quick Google shows there's one in New York, Miami, and Prague. Probably others as well.) I also found an interesting article on sex toys through history ( [think before following links] https://www.redbookmag.com/love-sex/sex/g4297/sex-toys-history/ ). You might be able to ask the author what she thinks you could do with them. You could always throw the lot on ebay and see if anyone bites, or anonymously drop them in the Goodwill donation box. Apparently, they get a lot of adult items that way.

does it have to be son? was taken care off by friends fosterdad more than my own dad who always worked never spent any time.. but he was mostly into abusal sex and throatfuck , gagging me dressed as whore femboi

Two hours and across a state line. I felt like a loser driving there sure I was being catfished. But it turned out to be one of the best fucks of my life. We ended up being together 14 years until he passed away unexpectedly.

wah wah wah everything is racist - lets face it the cheap sugary drug of ''I'm offended!'' has taken over peoples sensibilities. If you come across porn you don't like - perhaps thou shalt choose another video?

Oh the memories 🤩

Thank you for the handful of complimenTs since chapTer 18 got it's airing. I believe it is important as a writer here on BZ to appreciate praise, whether that be via kind words, or 'likes/votes' on chapters (which most certainly gives much encouragement to keep any given story running, as long as it still has mileage in it, of course), and to enjoy (which I DO) a two way interaction, sometimes, with the audience. It certainly gives me pleasure knowing that my audience are enjoying the ride! Stay piggy, PiGs 🐷

He just left. The boyfriend is out of town for work. Twink-top hots me up on Grindr and needs to dump a load. I have him come over suck him hard, within no time my legs are above my head and he is balls deep inside of me. Within no time he is unloading. Like that he leaves as quickly as he arrived.

I believe this. In my case it just made me want to have more sex, not infect others. But I believe it affects your mind.

I stayed impaled on the sub pig's still-rockhard cock trying to catch my breath, feeling him lightly continuing to thrust his hips upward pushing his neg cum deeper into my welcoming hole. Then suddenly BAMMMM!!! The rush of all the fucking chems accumulated in his system since Friday night and all of that concentrated cargo blasted inside my guts in one huge cumload hit me like the proverbial freight train!! For a couple moments my mind could barely comprehend the intensity of the rush!! My entire body, every hair on my skin felt like it was throbbing and sizzling! I was overcome with an almost uncomfortable feeling of warmth followed by chills! My hunger and sexual needs and wants though swelled throughout my body and mind! It was fucking unbelievable and I didn't want it to ever stop! Trevor apparently felt the tremors in my body and in my mood because he moaned deep and low and grabbed my hips firmly and started thrusting up into me again. “Yeah bro, you're liking your pig bottom bro's hard raw cock fucking your tight hot hole don't you? You like feeling all that cum sloshing around deep inside your guts huh? I wanna fuck you and cum in you again bro. I bet you want that too don't you? Is my hot sexy bro hungry for this sub pig's cock and cum again?” “Hell yeah!” I answered with no hesitation. “I am so fucking horny and want you fucking and cumming in me as many times as you can fucker!” Daddy had by this point moved the rim chair to the side so I was able to look into Trevor's hugely dark dilated eyes, the coating of sweat on his young flushed face, and saw the lust in my body in his eyes. “But first, bro, I want you to give me something else before you fuck me again.” I felt the almost devilish dark smile fill my face as I began clenching my ass muscles on his fully imbedded hard neg cock inside me and stared hard at him. I heard Daddy mutter, “Oh fucking yeah!”, knowing what I was telling Trevor I wanted. Trevor seemed unsure of what I meant so I told him, “Give me your piss, bro. Give me every motherfucking damn drop of all that tina piss in your bladder just like you've got from me and Daddy more than once. Let it go bro! I want that fucking filthy chem piss in your cock spraying up inside my hole and mixing with your fucking cum you gave me! Do it fucker! Give me your piss! Give me that fucking nasty tina piss bro! PLEASE!!” As soon as he heard me begging him to shoot his tina piss deep inside my ass a look of dark perverted hellish lust covered Trevor's face, a look that was total twisted sensuality. A look that made my whole body and mind tingle with the realization that this fucked up, chemmed up, sexy bi neg pig slut was, for the next few minutes, going to ignore his usual bottom submissive impulses and would become an insatiable rutting top animal who would tear my fucking hole up – and I couldn't wait to be on the receiving end!! Looking into Trevor's black eyes I saw the chem powered uncontrollable NEED there that I knew he was seeing in mine. He was a total cum drinking cock worshipping submissive bottom pig who got his pleasure from having masculine dominant men use his ready and welcoming holes for their own needs and urges. But right now in this moment all his mind and cock could focus on was the tight warmth surrounding his boi dick and the begging spewing from my mouth for his cock and cum and piss and he had no choice. He HAD to fucking use and fill my hole with every fucking drop of cock fluids he had. I ran my hands thru the thick sweat-matted dark hair covering his abs and pecs, finding his hard pointed nips and pulling on them and twisting them making him bellow with pain/pleasure as he began growling deep in his throat. “Yeah bro, you ready for this bitch boi's burning chem-filled stinking parTy piss? Ready to take your fucked up brother's fucking tina piss deep inside your guts? Is that what my sexy stud bro wants his sub bitch to give him?!” “Fuck yeah, pig! You know it's what I want! Do it you dirty meth fucker pig! Flood my tight hole with your stinking piss! Mix it with your huge load of cum bro! Let's get our Daddy fucking horned up watching both of his spun sexy sleazy boys being the filthy twisted pigs he loves us to be! Give it to me bro! PLEASE!!!” A second later Trevor screamed with the intensity of his release and I felt the hot stinging gush of his heavily-chemmed piss shooting hard fast and deep inside my stuffed hole! As I mumbled incoherently in piggy lust and need I could already feel the potency of his piss hitting me harder and quicker than I'd thought possible. “YES, YES oh gawd yessssssssssss!! That's it bitch! Fill me up! Fucking give me every hot burning drop! Oh fucking yessssssssssss!!!” Then I must have blacked out. (to be continued)....

Love that t is a man's best friend. Had a cocky condom nazi top come over thinking he would nail me, dumb fuck even brought over his own stash of condoms. After I showed him the joys of smoking a big fat bowl I was grinning as his dick started to shrivel up to his panic. He then begged me to fuck him and even forced the condom on my cock, didn't matter though. A few minutes of dry rough fucking and the condom was tearing up inside him. Did my civil duty to inform him that maybe we should stop but the new cum pig just ripped the broken rubber off and demanded I don't stop.

For as long as I can remember, my hormones have had more control over me than anything else. And when they kick into high gear, there is no denying that I need sex. Times like these, a trip to the bathhouse is definitely in order. A casual hook-up will not do the trick when I'm this hot -I need to feel like a whore. After checking in and getting a room, I stripped and did a round to check out who was on hand. Lucky for me the place was busy enough and in no time I had a sexy Daddy-type checking me out. He came over, looked me deep in the eyes and said, "I know what you need," in a deep and sexy voice. "You got a room?" I nodded and he grabbed my hand and led the way out. Neither of us was into wasting time. I'd already prepared my ass for some major action and was lubed and good to go, so once in my room, he bent me over the small bed and slid his very nice dick into my hungry hole. His dick felt perfect in my ass -long enough to feel it, and thick enough to give me that stretch that I ache for. He eased in balls deep on the first go, and then gave his hips a couple of ruts to smack my butt cheeks, and then hauled back and began to pump me. We stayed in this position for a while, 10 or 15 minutes, with his hands on my hips, pulling me back and impaling me onto his meaty shaft. I loved hearing the smack, smack, smack of our bodies colliding, and feeling my buns ripple with every impact. He suddenly pulled out of my now loose hole, making a wet popping sound from the abrupt retreat, and told me to get on my back. He knelt over me and lifted my ankles to his shoulders, then shoved forward and entered me again. He was working up a really good sweat and I was loving every second of it. I get extra hot when the guy who is fucking me gets to sweating like a pig, dripping all over me, and huffing and puffing. After another 15 minutes like this he said he was going to cum and pulled his hips back, his dick falling out of me, and let my legs fall to his sides. There had been no discussion before this fuck, but I assumed that since I hadn't questioned condom use he would know that I wanted his load up my ass. I reached down and positioned his dick at my hole again and managed to wiggle myself until I had a couple of inches back into me. He looked down at me with a worried expression on his handsome face. "I can't . . . I'm poz," he said regretfully. I must admit that I never considered myself a chaser. Sure, I've gotten hot watching poz videos online and reading the stories. But I was not entirely sure if it was something that I would go after. Until now. I felt a surge inside of me, a rush of adrenaline, and a hunger that didn't originate in my stomach. I scissored my long legs behind his back, locking my ankles against his butt, and pulled him deeper into me. "Undetectable?" I asked. "Toxic," he replied, now looking into my eyes. The rush inside me grew even stronger, and I heaved my hips off of the bed and lunged further towards him, taking his entire dick into me now. "I want your cum in me," I said in a breathy voice. "You're poz?" he asked me. I just shook my head 'no' in response. "You sure you want this?" I tightened my grip around his waist and he got the message. His entire expression changed, and I saw the hunger that I was feeling mirrored in his face. "Fuck, you are so hot," he growled, leaning down to rest his upper body weight on his hands, hovering over me and slamming his dick into me over and over again. "I'm going to pump you so full of my toxic baby juice . . . you're gonna get pregnant tonight," he said, now wearing a very happy grin while he continued to pound me. Knowing that he was going to give me the gift of his virus seemed to spur him on, and he fucked me like I've never been fucked before. Deep and hard. One of those fucks that is all-consuming. We were so engrossed in each other that the crowd that had formed at the door didn't distract us for even a second. "You ready for it? You ready for me to knock you up?" he asked. "Fuck yes! Breed me! Give me your poz load!" I yelled so that everyone could hear. "I'm gonna charge you up! Fuuuuck!" he yelled, and I could feel his dick swelling, and I could also feel his dick spray painting my guts with his viral load. He was panting and drenched in sweat, and lay entirely on top of me while his balls emptied their seed into me. When he finally came down enough, he lifted his head and kissed me sweetly on the mouth. "That was amazing. I can't remember the last time I blew my load inside a hot ass. I hope you're ready for this." "It's my decision and I'm happy that I finally made it," I told him confidently, just in case I had to erase any doubt or guilt that might be creeping up on him. He finally shoved his weight up and off of me and eased his now softened cock out of my loose hole. "In that case, why don't we make sure that you get good and knocked up tonight" he said. More to come?

I've been talking to a dominant visiting my city. We haven't been able to get together because we have no place to do the kind of intense play and fucking he enjoys. Still, he's mentally cranking up the fuck-need in me to a point that I needed something yesterday. I went to a porn theatre on a terribly slow day, where no one came in for several hours. It started getting to be around quitting time for tradesmen and more men filtered in. I sucked and teased a big bearded guy with massive thighs until he decided he'd waited long enough. After I'd been jamming him into the back of my throat, holding him deep while holding my breath and sliding my tongue up and down his shaft while swallowing, he lifted up his belly, pushed my head further down onto his root, and let his belly hold me down on him. Then he grabbed me by the back of my skull and neck and fucked up into me fast and hard, cutting off my air in favor of getting his seed into my throat. I worked his nipples and fucked my skull onto his cock like my life depended on him cumming. After almost a minute of skull-fucking me, he jammed his fat knob extra-hard in me and pumped his cum into me for about 20-30 seconds. Then his vice grip on my head relaxed and I could swallow the sperm he'd fucked in and breathe. I was light headed, but looking up into his widely grinning face, I was happy I'd pleased him and earned his load. While I'd been focused on him, a few other men had filtered in. Straightening myself up, I did a quick turn through the three rooms to see who was there. One man stood out, a tall, very strong-looking Hispanic man in his mid to late twenties wearing worn construction gear and boots. I decided to hang out nearby to scope him out. He unbuttoned his dirty work jeans and put one hand into his underwear while putting the other up and resting on top of his head, exposing a sweaty pit. Good enough. I sat next to him and looked openly at his groin and face testing his reaction. Seeing he was comfortable, I asked if I could touch him and, a little surprised I asked, he said "Sure". I pulled the waistband of his trunks below his balls and touched him, feeling stubble from his balls to his cock shaft. Encouraged by his thickening under my hand, I licked and sucked his cock into my mouth. After a minute of this his cock was very hard, that hard we dream of, although a fairly average size. Moaning with pleasure as I tasted a surge of his precum, I sucked him in deep, licking his knob and polishing it, feeling it throb and jump in my mouth. He was clearly enjoying it, groaning and sighing and, when I'd take him root deep and hold him in my throat, he'd grunt softly and fuck up into me with gusto. He felt like a breeder. After sucking him a fair while and tasting a few more surges of his precum, he commented that it takes him a long time to cum. I asked if he liked to fuck ass and he said yes. I smiled and did something I knew he liked and made his cock throb and dance. After a few more minutes of teasing I ask "Do you wanna fuck me?" He looked at me with that sex drunk look guys get and nodding, said "Yeah" standing up right away. I got up, turned around, dropped my jeans, and handed him the lube. "Use plenty, I'm tight at first, but I'll be ready to take it hard pretty quickly." He nodded, lubing up his cock with one hand, and bending me over the chair I'd been sitting in with the other. He rubbed his firm knob below my hole, swiping the lube up into my cunt lips. He pressed in and I felt the burn of not enough slickness. Turning my head back, I whispered, "A little more..". He complied and the next time he rested his cock on the lips of my cunt they parted tightly, but smoothly around him. He slid all the way into me forcing the contented groaning sigh that penetration gets out of me. I set my legs to hold my cunt at his height and he started to fuck me. He gripped my hips firmly and slapped his cock hard into me, earning a slutty moan, and me bracing one arm against the wall for what I suddenly realized was going to be a rougher fuck than I'd expected. As he hit a fast slapping rhythm in my ass, his whole body's strength was focused on fucking as hard as he could into my cunt. At a young and strong 6'2" and ~230lbs that was pretty damned hard. I put both hands on the wall and pushed back through my arms, shoulders, torso, and rotated my hips so my cunt lined up with his pounding. I set my legs a little stronger too. Taking my setting myself as a kind of signal, it felt like his cock got even harder and he started to really pound and rotate his hips with each stroke to get deep into me. He'd been making low grunting noises of satisfaction as he fucked, and I'd been letting each thrust push the air loudly out of my lungs, occasionally muttering "fuck" and "yes", but now they stepped-up in intensity. I suddenly realized how loud and energetic our fucking had become, and saw we had a number of people watching him pound into my cunt. I didn't know how he felt about the onlookers, so under my breath I started saying "That's it, get it all the way in there..." "Fuck, you feel so good in my ass..." bringing his focus back onto his cock in my cunt. At one stage he slowed down and seemed to be trying to lift my body off the ground just with his cock, forcing himself deep inside me. Fuck, he was strong. I think he was deciding whether and when he wanted to cum in me. I lifted and dropped my ass onto his cock a few times slowly, rotating my hips to change the sensation for his cock. I think that's when he decided he wanted to cum. He used his hands on my hips to pull me into the position he wanted, and started fucking hard, but slowly into my cunt, each slapping thrust easily heard in the other rooms. After a few minutes he sped up to the kind of pace I think of as a chase. He got faster, and fucked into me harder, his breathing now heavy and each thrust sending me into the wall hard. Instinctively, I felt like he was building up to breed me. Firming up my legs and my torso, I started pushing back on his thusts, sending him the message that I needed his seed in my gut. That's when he thickened in me and began fucking his virile seed up into my fertile well-fucked cunt. Each thrust he pulled himself into me hard, feeling his cum filling me, emptying his balls with a long groaning sigh, punctuated by more thrusts. He slowed and stopped, staying inside me. I gripped his workpants and pulled and pushed his cock into me a few more times. Clearly saying "More?". He pulled out and I tightened my cunt to keep all that young virile cum inside me. I said if he has another load I'd love to take it. He smiled, said "Thanks", and fixing his clothes, left. Holding that juicy cum inside me, I sucked another load from the big sexy bearded guy who'd been watching me get fucked through the glory hole from the other room. I really needed more fucking, but I was out of time, so I headed home. Lifetime loads at this stage were 29 taking me to 30. Yes, it was 12 in my last "Last load" story. Since then I found a guy who gave me at least 17 loads over many hours of deep intense fucking. That's the post I lost.

Wow, that was more popular than I expected. Sorry I've been slow to get back, been busy as fuck with work. That being said, I got more for you guys. Enjoy. +++ I was still in a bit of a daze, trying to process everything that had just happened in the short span of a few minutes. Even now, with my dad's HIV-positive cum dripping out of my hole, I couldn't believe it, almost as if I was in the middle of a dream. My dad's hand slapping across my thigh jerked me out of it promptly enough, though, and I shakily turned over onto all fours, my limbs feeling weak under me. His hand came and hooked under my hips, tugging me backward toward him until I was a bit higher, my sore hole presented to him. He licked his lips, reaching for his phone and grabbing it. Under me, I could see my shadow suddenly pronounced, the light of his camera brightly illuminating behind me. I could feel his cock at my hole again, the head teasingly prodding at my abused pucker, then the sound of the camera snapping. Chuckling, he sent the photo off, then tossed the phone aside. Both hands went back to my hips, and with a sigh, he tugged me backward against him, his shaft sinking into my hole with a burning ache. "That's it, slide down on it, Mason," he growled, his hands gripping my midsection tightly as his hips thrust forward. The base of his cock was thick and throbbed hard as he pressed it into me, those hairy, heavy balls pressed hard against my hole. Still pressing in deep, he began to turn his hips around ever so slightly, grinding his cock around in me and pushing at the walls of my ass in every direction. Sliding back out, I could feel my hole being pulled out with him, every veiny inch tugging at my ring and making me shudder. He was no easy fuck by any measure, but at least now with a load in, it seemed to have an easier time than it did before. That wasn't to say it didn't hurt, though; I could still feel the sting with every thrust as his cum worked into my beat up hole. "Now that your cunt is nice and wet, I can take my time, enjoy it..." he groaned, slowly working his cock in and out. I could feel it, every inch of it, sliding in to me, a sick wet noise coming out every time his hips mashed up against my ass again. One hand went up from my waist to my neck, pushing it down and angling me so that my ass was up in the air, the perfect angle for him to drill in deep. One leg came up beside me, his foot planted not far from my head as he began to really, really rut me. The weight of him seemed to be pushing right into my ass, slapping roughly. His breath was heavy, clearly working to ram as hard as he could into me. The entire bed shook along with it, roughly battering against the wall. I couldn't help the small grunts that left me with his thrusts, his size making it impossible to stay quiet. Mitch had never been this rough with me, not to mention as big. It was no doubt too much for me, but my dad didn't care much. As my head was sideways on the bed, I could see him on top of me, a smiled spread wide across his face. Sweat was coating his body in a sheen, dripping through the hair and filling the room with his pungent, musky smell. My eyes were inevitably drawn to the tattoo again, watching it shift as his abs flexed with his movements. He looked down and saw me eying it, then chuckled to himself. "Like it, boy?" he said, grinning wider when he saw me look away. "Maybe we'll get you one, too... Put it right on your cunt, that way everyone knows what it's for," he said, closing his eyes and relishing the idea. As he did it, I could feel the head of his cock grinding over my prostate, my entire body twitching in response to it. He leered at me as he did it, then began to grind it over and over, watching me squirm under him. Even with the burning, I could feel my cock drooling down onto the bed. "Something tells me you're gonna love it, slut," he jeered at me as he jabbed forward over and over, pummeling my prostate until I couldn't help but cry and whimper out in time with it. "There you go, let it out. Daddy's got more to give you..." He stopped talking then, instead focusing on my fucking me literally senseless. It was too big, filling me up beyond what I could handle, but he didn't care, instead mashing my prostate repeatedly with frenzied strokes. His breaths came out in grunts and snarls, and before I knew what was going on, his foot was down on my face, pushing it into the bed as he snarled, ramming in as deep as he could. I thought he was going to cum soon, but he seemed to have other plans, sustaining the brutal rutting for a few minutes, his sweat dripping down onto my back and shoulders, his scent covering me outside like his load covered me within. Some of his cum dripped down my balls, a good bit of it squelching about and coating my ass and the hair around his groin. In the midst of the lewd, wet noises, I could hear his phone buzzing, and finally, he slowed down for a brief moment to reach down over and pick his phone up. His foot left my face then, and I got a chance to breathe for a bit while he paid attention to his phone. He put it up to his ear, only slowing down his thrusts as he said, "You're here? Yeah. No, go on ahead. The door's unlocked. We're upstairs." He hung up, and soon after, heavy footfalls began to make their way up the stairs. When they reached my room, the door opened to reveal what I could only guess was a trucker, from the look of it. He was a big bear of a man, his belly big and round unlike my dad's more muscular, dense tone. He was dressed in a leather jacket, an oil-stained pair of jeans, and a confederate flag cap. He stood a good foot taller than my dad, and as he came in, I could feel my heart race at the knowledge of what he was here for. Even now, I could see the sizable swell of his bulge in the front of his jeans. "This your new cunt?" "Sure is. This is Mason... I think I told you about him," he said with a devious grin. For his part, the newcomer seemed surprised. "Mason, say hello to my buddy Jack. Y'all are gonna get to know each other real well," he said, not missing a beat as he continued to thrust away. Jack seemed the opposite; clearly, my dad hadn't told him who it was that he'd found to stick his cock into. "Jesus, Connor, you're pozzing your own son?" for a moment, I took his incredulity to be disapproval, but he then whistled, shaking his head and reaching down to rub at his bulge. "Sure am. Caught him with his legs up like a whore, so..." he trailed off, chuckling. Jack grinned back, shaking his head. He was loving it, standing there and watching as my dad fucked away. The intensity picked back up and soon I was grunting again, my hands grasping at the sheets while I slammed forward over and over again. Jack came forward to the bed, his denim-covered groin right in front of me. He smelled of tobacco and sweat, the outline of his cock visible through the jeans. It was monstrous, even bigger than my dad's. "You know, we call Jack here Jack the Ripper, on account of his cock having a knack for tearing up a cunt when he uses it," my dad said, and I had no trouble believing him. If my dad was a tough fit, it was impossible to imagine that massive thing entering me. He began to undo his belt, the buckle loosening around his midsection and the jeans sliding down. His belly hung down over some, but even then, I could see the fat, uncut cock hanging down from it, a piercing peeking out from the foreskin. It wasn't fully hard yet, but it looked to be at least 7 inches already. "Get your mouth on it, boy." Jack was all too happy to help, reaching down with a hand to run his fingers through my hair, gripping it some and bringing my face to the base of his cock. His scent was strong there, like salt and maleness, and I could feel his cock throb against my face, grinding against it as my mouth got a taste of his balls. He held me there, forcibly burying my face in his dense pubic hair against him. After a few moments, he pulled me up, giving me only a moment to pause before the tip was at my lips, the piercing pressing in between them and making its way in as his shaft stretched my jaws open. It was a cramped fit, and the sensation of that piercing rubbing into the back of my throat wasn't helping. Jack wasn't one to care, though; every time I tried to pull back off of his cock, his hand would hold me steady, forcing me further back down instead of letting me up for air. I could feel tears in my eyes as I fought not to retch, barely keeping my stomach down before that glistening length was popped out, dripping with spittle and precum and positively huge. At full length, he was about eleven inches, the base of it looking about as thick as my wrist. Behind me, I heard my dad laugh. "I felt that... You're tightening up your cunt just thinking about it, aren't you?" It was impossible not to, and I suddenly found myself glad that my dad was still fucking me, ironically enough. The longer he fucked me, the longer I had before Jack had his turn. Almost as if reading my mind, my dad began to pick up the pace, snarling as he pounded away. "Stuff his throat again, Jack. I want him to squeeze it out..." Jack nodded, grabbing my head in his massive paw of a hand and pushing me down on his cock again, my face soon buried under his belly as his cock fucked deep into my throat, the front of my neck bulging out obscenely with it. I tugged away, desperate for air, and I could feel my hole clench around my dad's cock, a hiss coming from between his teeth as he hunched over me, his sweaty belly on my back, chest on my shoulders, breath hot on my ear. With a low grunt, he slammed in deep, his cock flexing and spewing another load into me. His weight went slack, relaxing as pulse after pulse of cum was deposited inside me. Jack finally let me off of his cock, thick strands of spittle connecting from my lips to it. "Turn 'im around,'" he grunted, and after a moment, my dad picked himself up off of me, my back wet with his sweat, then pulled his cock out of me with a tug. His cock popped out of me and I gasped, feeling the warm cum leaking out of me and the emptiness left without his cock inside me. I didn't have much time to ponder or savor it, though, as they both maneuvered me around roughly, making me turn around onto my back so that my hole was at the edge of the bed. At that point, I could see Jack above me, a cigar between his lips. He brought a lighter to the tip, holding it there till it was well-lit and glowing orange. Putting the lighter away, he stepped forward, one hand pulling his cock up then letting it slap down against mine on the bed. It was almost comical how his cock dwarfed mine, and I could tell already that it was going to be a painful fit given how heavily it lay against me. That was all the reprieve I got, though. Jack soon pulled his hips back some, that cock sliding down my balls until the piercing was pressed up into my crack. I could feel the metal pressing against my open pucker, and as I began to fidget, my dad's hands came down on my arms, pinning them down and holding me in place. "Now, now, boy, don't be rude." "Dad, please, he's too big, there's no way he's gonna fit," I begged, too terrified of that cock to worry about the fact that I was being disobedient. "Aw, hell, boy, that's what they all say," Jack said, chuckling to himself as he pushed his cock into me, no warning or preparation. I simply felt the metal pushing past my pucker, then the fat head soon following. Given how my dad had been fucking me, it wasn't too terrible of an entry, but his cock soon filled out, and I could feel my hole being stretched once more. The burn returned, soon replaced by the sharp pain of my hole being opened beyond what it was supposed to. It relentlessly pushed forward even as my hole desperately tried to push it out. "There you go... I can feel your pussy milking me, baby... Gonna knock you up with my strain too...." he said, sighing and letting smoke stream out. He wasn't even fully into me, but I already felt like I was being split in two. Before long, he seemed to hit a wall, my hole stubbornly refusing to give despite his rough jabs. He seemed annoyed by this, then reached into one of his pockets. "Sniff." He held a bottle of poppers to my nose. I knew what they were of course and I gladly obeyed, bringing my head forward a bit to put my nose at the edge and inhaled deeply. They were new and strong, and I immediately felt the rush going through me and the pain in my hole lessen. "Again." Another few hits, each time getting me more giddy than before. By the time he was done, I felt weak, the burn in my hole almost feeling distant. Jack seemed satisfied, and with a rough thrust, I felt him break in deep, his shaft sliding in the remaining few inches with relatively little difficulty. I couldn't believe the fact that he was in me... Entirely in me. I looked down, almost expecting to see a bulge in my stomach where I could feel his cock pulsing in me, as if deep in my core. I let head fall back then, almost delirious. This couldn't be happening, could it? My dad seemed to take advantage of the opportunity to straddle my face then, covering up my view of Jack. "How about you clean off daddy's cock, hm?" He said, pushing his shaft in between my lips and sliding the cum-slick length down into it. It didn't taste too bad, though I could still taste a hint of metal in it from the way he'd torn me up. No doubt Jack was only making it worse, especially as he began to pull his shaft out of me. I could feel his piercing dragging out inside of me, the sensation making me groan around my dad's cock as it hauled back and forth in me. I felt like I was being punched in the gut over and over, being stuffed so utterly again and again. "Fuck, I ain't gonna last long at this rate," Jack said to himself with a chuckle, and I could see my dad grinning above me. If I wasn't mistaken, I'd almost say he looked proud. "Yeah, I really scored with this one, didn't I?"

*Sigh* S.T.W... You American gents happen to have virtually all of the good places for cruising... I mean, all we Canadian guys have is basically Stanley Park - & it's in BC.. ( Don't get me wrong, it's a great cruising area when the shallow fuckers aren't out & about.. ) Anyway.. Yeah.. I wish I had the disposable income to get a ( *nice* ) motorhome setup going, & just have a nice vacation helping out the odd ripped street guy quietly on the side with some rough trade.. Maybe finding a good buddy, perhaps. ( Not holding my breath, though. )

If your going to play the game be prepared to pay the price. The price for him was he was turned into a black man's bitch for group use, not so bad, just depends on how you feel about becoming a whore for BBC, for me no problem, bring on the cock..........lol

Not only do I love verbal tops, I love hearing customers in a bookstore talking about me, a few feet from me. "He's a fuckin slut. Probably has every fuckin disease. He'll do anybody."

I went to a bath house in NYC and got cruised by this east indian guy. we spent a lot of time doing foreplay and kissing then he begged me to let him fuck me. I''m not a bottom that often, but the vibe was right and I agreed. I made him use a condom. He had a pretty small dick and there was a lot of room in the condom when he put it on. He fucked me on my back for a while, but then he asked me to get on all fours. Once I got into that position, he really started fucking me hard. He was sweating on my back and fucking like a mad man and then he finally came and fell onto my back. I could feel his heart beating through his chest onto my back. He finally caught his breath and got up and left. When he left the room, I looked down at the floor and saw that the used condom was on the floor, but it was empty and I knew he had slipped it off and finished fucking me bare. I went to the toilet and let out this big glob of cum and definitely knew I had been stealthed, I just didn't know there was a name for it at the time.