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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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

First let me say I am sorry for typos. I am writing this after everything happened. I am a 28 year old guy living in downtown Minneapolis. I am fairly decent looking, 6'ft brn hair and brn eyes, and a slim build. Think collegiate swimmer a couple years after graduation and that is my body type, not super muscular but not super fit anymore either. I don't know how to exactly start this story as it's still a blur to me but I think I'll start from where I think it all went wrong. I started catfishing in college, I found this guys photos online on reddit. He was a 10 out of 10, absolutely jacked and everything about him perfect. So I started to create an online persona with him. I called him johnny and he would live out my darkest fantasies. I would use a geospoofer and put him in new York or weho and made his user name something like "taking loads" it was hot I would make up a whole new life every new place he went. From being a trust fund kid, to a traveling salesman, he had the life all while taking loads. I also had my own actual profile that didn't get as many hits but was still fairly popular. I never thought anyone would collect the dots until I was catfishing in my home town. On my fake profile I had always had a conversation with this one guy who had a shit load of tattoos and I never saw his face but was always intriguing to me. He indulged my fantasies of being gangbanged, and having loads flooding out of my hole. One day he messaged me on my actual profile too. The conversation started off pretty normal. Him: hey man what's up Me: nm just staying inside and avoiding the cold lol. What about you? Him: about the same just chatting up some guys in the area This went on for about a week, messaging him both on my real and fake account. On my fake account I divulged how I wanted to always be flooded with cum, have no choice in what I was able to do and to be a true faggot. He always encouraged this and would set me tasks to do on my "travels." Things like collect ten loads before noon, go to a bathhouse and rent a room and be ass up for 2 hours, and so on. Finally he said he wanted to meet me (fake me) next time I was in town a d I agreed. Meanwhile he did the same to the real me but with out the slutty stuff. We talked about our interests in movies, food and so on. Little did I realize he was tracking my movements on my real account too.

I don't really write that often (or ever before, to be specific), so let me know what you guys think. +++ I probably should've been more careful. I've lived with my uncle for a while now, having moved there when my dad was sent off to prison. My mom had died not long after I was born, which left me being sent to the closest relatives I had. Turned out that was my uncle Eric. He was a good guy, but these days, he was pretty busy. The auto shop he worked at had acquired a contract with a major local rental company and handled most of their repairs. Today, like most days, he was off working at the shop, probably late into the evening. I was used to that. What I wasn't used to was having dad back home. When I was a kid a ten year sentence sounded like an eternity. In reality, time passes quickly, and he's been nothing but an absolute dick since he'd gotten out. Eric had tried to get him a job at the shop, but that quickly went south, since dad didn't take kindly to being ordered around. Prison hadn't done him any favors in that department, and my uncle said he was a surly bastard before that. I don't remember too much of him from before, really, but he sure as hell hadn't gotten nicer. Seeing as Eric was gone all day as usual, I guess I'd assumed dad would be out, too. He was supposed to be headed to follow up on a few job opportunities today, and Eric had dropped him off in town in the morning. I had stayed home, as usual, and when the gardener had come around during mid-day, we did our usual thing. Mitch was the first (and only) guy I'd fucked. He'd been my uncle's gardener for years, and given all the work he did around the house, he had a muscular, rugged frame. He was a local guy, about fifteen or so years older than me. There were more days than I could count where I'd spent the afternoon sitting at the window, watching him haul his sweaty shirt off his body to reveal that bearish physique, hairy body dripping with sweat. I was a teenager the first time he caught me trying to get a peek at his dick, and after pleading with him not to tell my uncle Eric, I managed to convince him to let me have a good look. A good look turned into a blow job (which apparently, I was a natural at), and before long, we had a steady routine with him going out, doing the yard work, then coming inside and stripping down, lowing his hairy, beefy body on top of me to fuck my face and throat. Admittedly, that was easier said than done; he had a meaty seven inch cock, and it had taken some getting used to when he'd thrust it down my throat in the throes of a good skullfuck. Of course, it didn't take too long for him to go further south and have a go at my hole. That truly had been an undertaking, but once he was balls deep in me, I couldn't get enough of it. We only got worse then, even getting me to convince my uncle that the yard needed more upkeep. Every time he came over now, he spent more time pounding me than out in the yard. That's what we were up to today, with him up on top of me, groaning with delight. "Jesus, Mason, I can feel your pussy pulling me in," he panted, sweat dripping down from his brow onto my chest. I could feel the entire bed rocking with his thrusts, my body bouncing back and forth with it as well. I kept an ear out for the sound of my uncle's bike pulling up, as that was usually our cue to pack up and get decent, though at this point in the day, I figured there was little chance that would happen. Imagine my surprise, then, when the sensation of Mitch's shaft pumping in and out of me was interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open. Mitch fell off of me in a surprised heap, and behind him was my dad, his face looking bewildered. I wasn't really sure how to react; after all, I was naked, with my hole exposed right then and there. "The FUCK is this, boy?" his voice snarled out, and I could hear Mitch scrambling to his feet, stuttering as he gathered up his clothes. He didn't even take the condom off before pulling his underwear on. For his part, my dad glanced over at him, scoffed a bit, then turned back to me, ignoring the other man in the room while he stared me down. "You got me out looking for jobs when apparently we've a perfectly good whore on our hands right here," he said, and I found myself stammering, not even sure how to respond. Mitch was bright red, his clothes barely hanging on as he bolted out of the door. I could hear the door slam downstairs, my heart racing as dad stood there, leering. "Well? Anything to say?" "D-Dad, I swear, it's not like that," I stammer, and he leers at me, grinning now. "Well, I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be now," he says, latching the door shut. I made a move to get off the bed, but he quickly shouted, "Stay right as you are, boy. I didn't tell you to get dressed." I froze, my heart hammering away. I could smell the booze on him from here; clearly, he'd gone out and gotten drunk instead of going to get a job as he'd said. He made his way over to the bed, shrugging off his coat as he did. "I'm gonna see about getting in touch with a couple of my buddies to find some men looking for some tight pussy to fuck. You're gonna do what they ask, they're gonna pay me, and that's that. You understand?" "Dad, I --" I started, but the look he gave me was enough to convince me otherwise. I could see his jaw twitch, and I paled, for once wishing my uncle would get home early. Dad seemed satisfied by my silence, then continued. "On that note, it's been too damn long since I got a chance to breed some hole. Given that you're all ready to go, I'm gonna be your first John," he said, then reached down to pull off his shirt. I had avoided him since he'd gotten back, and so I had yet to see what he looked like shirtless. His torso was covered in varous tattoos, some of them there from when I was a kid, but others entirely new. The one that stood out the most was the one right above his groin: a biohazard symbol, much cleaner and newer than the ones around it. I was no fool; I knew exactly what that meant. Apparently, the look on my face said it too, as a predatory grin spread across dad's face once he looked up from taking his jeans off. "Looks like I don't need to explain the next part." Now fully naked, I found myself trying to crawl away from him, his massive form dwarfing mine. I'd inherited his beefy build, sure, but given how much younger I was and the fact that he'd been lifting weights longer than I'd been alive, he was an absolute beast of a bear, barrel-chested with a beefy gut and thick limbs. I felt one hand reach and grab at my leg while the other pinned me down, the weight seeming impossibly huge as I felt him force my leg up to my chest. "It's gonna hurt, boy, but you might as well start getting used to it," he said, roughly folding me up with his weight as his hand slammed down over my lips, muffling my protests. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the terrible reality of the situation setting in. I struggled, but all I could really do was wriggle around under him, flexing and whimpering helplessly. Meanwhile, I could feel his hairy body rubbing against me, his cock slapping up against my beefy ass. I could feel it pulsing, growing thicker with every second. He rubbed it back and forth down my crack, sighing some as he threw his head back. "Can't wait to hear what the guys say when I tell them I've found a pussy for us to use," he said, and even as I struggled, he moved his hardening shaft back, letting it slide downward until the head was right at the still-open entrance to my hole. There was no warning, no preparation. He didn't even lube it up before pushing forward and sliding into me. Luckily for me, Mitch had lubed up before fucking me, but even then, given how much bigger my dad was, it was impossible not to cry out into his hand, my hole burning. "Holy shit, that's tight," he chuckled, whistling a bit to himself. I could see him grinning even with the tears blurring my vision, and as my hole tightened in protest, he increased the pressure, forcing it deeper and deeper, splitting me in two. I gasped out in agony, his hand only tightening. When that hairy groin finally pressed up against my ass, I felt like he was punching me in the gut with it, my belly aching from the feeling of it pressing in. He held it there for a brief moment, savoring the first hole he'd fucked in months. "See, there you go, relax," he said, chuckling to himself. It still hurt like hell, but indeed, now that he had no more cock to force in me, my body was forced to adjust, slowly relaxing around his thick girth. He pulled back, the burning coming back some, though not nearly as horribly as the pain of him forcing in. Still, it was by no means pleasant as he rammed back and forth into me. my hole losing the bit of relaxation it had attained before. The bed rocked loudly, his hips slapping against mine as he bore down on me from above, his face looming over mine, sneering as he ruthlessly thrusted away. "That's right, slut, you know what's coming to you, you know what this means..." He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes and enjoying my hole. "I've knocked up every bitch I've ever fucked, Mason, and now I'm gonna knock you up, too," he grunted, then panted out in erratic, short bursts, his thrusts growing frenzied and brutal. I could feel my hole get wet, stinging now, and with a snarl, he rammed his cock in deep. I knew he was cumming, and I could do little more than whimper in response. After what felt like a few minutes, he pulled his cock out of me, still panting. My hole ached, though I was glad it was seemingly over with, as his hand left my mouth. I remained limp underneath him, resigned to it now that his load was oozing out of my ass. What was the point? I knew what that tattoo meant, and what was no doubt in store for me next. Even as he rolled over onto the bed beside me, reaching down beside it to fish his phone out of his pants, I remained there, a bit scared to even try getting up without permission. Dad looked through his phone for a bit, then grinned, putting it aside. "Alright, cunt, my friend will be here in a bit... Now, turn around and get on all fours. You're ready for your second dose of daddy's venom..."

Please ignore any random spelling errors or odd punctuation my iPad key bored is horrible haha. Everyone remembers the first time they stepp out and play with someone else.... I was a married 28 year old living in a new city. My husband had been relocated by his employer and his new job had him traveling three times a month to different parts of the country. Life was great for us. We had been married for six years, his job provided us with plenty of perks, and we were happily monogamous. Seattle was everything we had heard, amazing food, great views, and plenty of eye candy. The only downfall of his new job was he never had time to go out, so our friend pool was super shallow. Each time he went out of town I found myself stuck at home and bored out of my mind. I had yet to find a new job, so my days at home consisted of me watching Netflix, binging on porn, and eating whatever I wanted. We weren’t gym god gays at all. The husband was a typical midwestern guy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a towering height of six foot 3. He weighed a little over 260 lbs, and was the definition of a bear. I on the other hand was a 5 foot 7 furry brown haired cub. Not really fat, but a nice mixture of husky, and the remains of muscles from my teenage years playing football in high school. Our sex life was the standard married sex life. We fucked twice a week and always in the same position. Even though my husband was a big bear, he was the biggest bottom ever. He rarely fucked me and when he did he was never able to cum in my ass like I craved. In the six years of our marriage, he was only able to breed me once and that took me riding him while he did nothing. Super exciting right? We had been in Seattle for a little over a month, and we hadn’t had sex since we moved. Jack was busy working almost everyday, and he didn’t get home until well after 7 pm. Each night I would greet him with a glass of wine and dinner in hopes he would be in the mood. Each night it was the same answer. “I’m so tired, lets have sex tomorrow morning.” Each morning passed and here I was sexless and frustrated. Each passing day allowed my mind to wander more and more. I was starting to notice more guys when ever I went out, and I caught myself going grocery shopping at stores in the gay district. II never planned to do anything outside of the house, but as we all know, our dicks will lead us to doing crazy things. Jack had just left for a two week trip to Boston, and I finally had it. A little flirting on an app wouldn’t be considered cheating right? We had downloaded scruff when we moved in hopes that it would gain us some friends to explore town with. Jack did not know however that I had also downloaded Growlr, and set up a profile with just some body shots. I had used this a few times to dirty chat with guys, trade pictures, and jack off when he wasn’t home. It’s was an absolute rush to chat with someone who didn’t know me and see what they would do to me. I always focused on guys that were from out of town in hopes that they would never see me in real life. I knew jack would kill me if we ran into a guy on the street that I had sexed with. Jack had been gone for five days, and my diick was constantly hard. No matter how many times I jacked off I was still horny as fuck. It was 8 pm on a a Friday night when I jumped in the shower. I knew I was going to have some fun with some of our toys and I wanted to be nice and clean. I had logged on to growler and woofed a few guys before showering. As a scrubbed down my body fur I heard the familiar noise of an incoming message. The noise caused my dick to rise instantly. By the end of my shower I was clean and ready to have night in with me, my poppers, and a 10 inch dildo named Stan. II dried off, grabbed my phone and went to lay down on my bed. Not only had I received a message, the guy had unlocked his pics, and sent me a few more. We exchanged the normal, hey....what’s up....horny? Conversation. He told me his name,that was in town on business, and asked if I ever played with married guys on the DL. When I read this I started to leak precum. I told him that I was also married and that my husband was out of town and that we were also monogamous. The conversation kept going normallly until he asked me if I got off on cheating. This wa something I had never really thought about, but as I laid there stroking my dick I realized that I was really getting into the idea of it. “It’s somthing I hadn’t really ever thought of. We have been monogamous our entire relationship” ”Same. Well he thinks we have been. I started playing around when I traveled a few months ago and the rush of a new dick is insane.” ”Oh really? Don’t you feel guilty?” ”I did at first. But then when I bred the second guy I played with that all went out the door!” When I read the word bred, I felt an orgasm building. But instead of shooting I stopped jacking off and took a deep breath. I thought to myself that maybe I should just delete the app and go to bed. I wasn’t about to go cheat on my man and take a strangers load. II slowly typed a message back with shaking fingers. “Oh wow. Don’t you worry about catching something? “ ”Nah...as a top its rare to get an STD that isn’t treatable with something, and I only fuck neg guys.” ”I guess that makes sense.” Our conversation continued, and we kept sending pics back and forth. Paul was totally my type. He was a ginger bear in his early 40s with a ton of body hair and a thick uncut cock. It was when he started to send pictures of him breeding a guy that I felt the start of an orgasm coming on. I stopped jacking off and we continued to chat. “So Chris, doo you think I could get a face picture?” ”Uh....I don’t really send those since my man doesn’t know I have this app.” ”Oh, cmon, I’m not from here, im a cheater myself and I wouldn’t show anyone. Be a good son and show daddy a face pic.” That was it. He had found my weak spot calling me son. Without realizing what I was doing, I held my phone above me and took a picture that showed my fave and my furry body. The moment I hit send I felt a twinge in my stomach. What was I doing? I took another deep breath and heard a message alert tone. ”Damn son...you are one cute fucking cub. I love the beard and those eyes just suck you in. Dont you wanna be a goood boy and come ride daddy’s cock? I mean, it says were only .2 miles from each other. So my airbnb must be pretty close.” Damn, the guy was super close and was now calling me son. I could feel my dick starting to take over my mind. Would meeting the guy really be that bad? I mean, maybe I could have him over for a glass of wine? ”Oh you’re a bad daddy! Trying to get me to cheat.” ”Son, I think you’ve already made the decision. You sent me a face in after all.” He was right. The fact I had sent him a face pic and called him daddy had told him that I wanted his dick inside of me. My ass twitch at the thought of taking his thick uncut cock raw. ”Son, wouldn’t it be hot to be bred in the bed you share with your man? Wouldn’t it be sexy to take your daddy’s load while you bite his pillow? Trust me, a night of me fucking you and you’ll never forget me...ever.” ”That does sound hot...I haven’t ever thought that cheating on my husband would ever be something I would do....” ”See son, your already becoming ok with the idea of taking my dick bareback and letting me give you what you’ve always wanted a needed.” ”Would you be ok with coming here and having some wine and just seeing what happens? I mean, if we just jack off next to each other that’s just as fun right?” “Sure son, I love a good wine, and I love looking at a cub jacking off. When can I come over? I froze before I wrote the next message. Was I really about to invite a guy over and possibly have sex with him? I slowly typed my next messsage and took a minute before I hit send. “you can com over now. I just showered and have a few bottles of red already out. Here’s my address.” ”Looks likewise only a five minute walk son. I’m on my way.” When he sent this my dick hardened to the point of it hurting. I had just invited over a guy that wanted to pump a load into me. I quickly ran downstairs and opened a bottle of wine and chugged down half of it. I knew I needed liquid courage too do what I was about to do. Before I knew it I heard a knock at the door. As I went to answer it I realized that I was naked, great I thought to myself. What a way to answer the door. Paul stood at the door wearing gym shorts and a sweatshirt. I could see he didn’t have a shirt on under it and I guessed he was camando as well. “Wow son, what a way to greet your daddy!” I went to cover my junk and I blushed. ”YEah...I was jacking off in bed when you messaged me. I can throw on some underwear if you like.” ”Up to you. Though I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a jock if you have one. “ He smacked my ass as he entered the door. “Wow. What a nice place you have!” I heard him call as I ran upstairs for a jock. ”Yeah, we just moved here a few months ago” I called back down as I grabbed a jock and slid it on. “The husband works for a big company and they offered to give us a package that included money to move into a place. “ By the time I finished saying this I was back downstairs. ”Oh woof son, that jock looks great on you! You might be one of the harriest cubs Ive ever seen!” I could see him looking me up and down. I could also also see his dick rising in his gym shorts. “Why thanks Paul...erm, daddy” This sentence sealed the deal. I knew that by the end of the night I was going to have a naked man in my house that wasn’t my husband. “Would you like a glass of wine?” I asked as I poured myself some. I could feel the wine I chugged earlier taking over my mind and lowering my inhabiitions. ”Yes please! I had a long day of travel and a glass or four sounds great!” He said this while walking into the kichen. He ended up behind me and slowly moved his arms around me. I could feel his dick rubbing my ass I knew that by the end of the night we would be doing more then just jacking off. He slowly rubbed he hands on my furry stomach and down to my bulging pouch. “Wow son, someone is excited to see daddy!” I could feel his hands all over me. With each pass I grew hornier and hornier. I threw back my glass of wine, and slowly ground my ass into his dick. “It also looks like you want daddy’s dick up that furry ass.” He said this in a growling low voice right behind my ear. I could feel every breath of his on my neck. He grabbed two bottles of wine from the counter and asked me to lead him to our bedroom. My mind was racing as we walked upstairs. I was leading a man to our bedroom, and I knew I was about to do something irreversible. The moment we got into the rooom he tossed back the remaining wine from one bottle and sat them both down on the nightstand. He them looked at me directly in the eyes and I just melted. He slowly walked to me, grabbed my face and started to kiss me. The moment his tongue entered my mouth he had me. Jack was not a fan of kissing and I loved it. I felt Paul wrap his thick arms around me as we fell onto the bed. “Is this the bed you share with your husband son?” He asked me as he laid on top of me. His weight felt perfect on me and I could feel wet spots on both of us. “ Is this the bed daddy’s gonna breed you in? Your husband isn’t here to tell you to stop. But don’t worry, daddy is a better top that he is and ill fuck you better then he ever has.” We continued to kiss and grind against each other. “Yes daddy, this is our bed.” I said in a muffled tone. His mouth continued to kiss me. I felt one of his hands move down to his shorts and in one motion he ripped them off. His cock came out and popped down on my stomach. II could feel the head of his dick ooozing precum. He scooped it up and slowly moved it towards my ass. “Might as well get you lubed up a little son. Natures lube is the best for daddy to breed his son with. “ I felt his fingers part my cheaks and rub his precum on my hairy hole. “Mmmmm. Son I can feel your hole twitch” as he said this he leaked more and more precum until my stomach was soaked. For ten minutes he worked more and more of it into my ass until he was able to successfully get three fingers up me. By this time my hole was open and sloppy with his juice. I groaned and said, “Daddy that feels so good. You’re precum inside of me makes me feel so slutty.” ”You are a slut son. You’re letting daddy work his pre into you on the bed you share with your man. You’re a cheater just like your dad. “ As he said this her worked one more finger up me and he began to massage my prostrate. With each rub I moaned and moaned. He could tell that I was a bottom in need of a real man. I felt him move and he passed me the bottle of poppers from the nightstand. “ Here son take a few hits. Daddy wants to see you piggy out when I start to rub my dick.” I took the poppers, opened them up and inhaled the fumes. between the wine and the poppers I was in heaven. Daddy looked at me and chuckled, “now there’s the little piggy cub I knew you were. Your eyes look soo fucked up. Ready for my cock son?” The poppers had hit me. “Yeah daddy, give me that raw dick. Fuck a load into me. Fuck me better then my husband could ever do!” I screamed these. Words out as Paul rubbed his cock on my hole. I could feel my ring release as he slowly slid in. He was so thick that I had to take one more hit. Thankfully he had worked my hole with his precum before his assault. Inch by inch he entered me. I was feeling feelings that I hadn’t felt in years. It felt like minutes had passed when he was balls deep in me. Here I was, a married man, with a bear inside me raw....and he wasn’t my husband Daddy slowly rocked back and forth. With each rock he looked at me, “Take a few more hits son. Let your inner dick pig come out. Show daddy how much you want his gift. Show daddy that you want him to change you forever!” I took three more hits and let them roll over me. As they hit I moaned out, “Daddy fuck me. Breed me. Give me your seed!” My mind was gone. I was no longer the good husband. I was a bottom pig begging for my dads cum. “That’s it boy. Keep taking those hit. Beg me for my gift, beg me for my cum” I could see sweat dripping down his face and onto me. He looked me in the eyes as he lowered himself. As he continued to breed me, he kissed my neck and then slowly moved up to my ear. Withe a gentle bit he asked me a question, “does my son know his daddy is a gifter?” I froze. I had read things about gifters and what that meant. “Take another hit son, let daddy give you the gift that you known you’ve wanted. Once you get my gift you’ll be able to have sex with anyone.” He kissed me again and grabbed the poppers. Instead of having me huff them he soaked his gym shorts with them and held them to my face. I could smell the poppers and his sweat, I could smell the man who was fucking me, and I could smell my ultimate demise. With each smell my ass lossened more, and daddy fucked me harder and harder. I could’ve stopped him, but I wanted his load. “That’s it son. Let daddy breed you and change you forever. I can feel your ass wanting it. “ We were both sweating and I was in a popper high. Minutes of fucking went by when I saw him close his eyes and tense up. I could also feel his dick harden and I knew what was about to happen. “Son! You’re getting it. Your getting it! What a good boy! Take my poz cum!” As I felt him cum in me I grabbed his ass and pulled him in as deep as he could he go. The deed was done and with a few more thrusts I shot my load all over us. our room smelled like sweat and cum and I didn’t care. Daddy pulled out of me and fell to the bed next to me. Laying on my husbands pillow I looked down at his dick and saw a mixture of cum, spots of blood, and ass juice. He saw me looking and said, “Looks like your gonna be just like daddy after all. I always knew you’d take after my side of the family,” With that he rolled over, grabbed me and we drifted off to sleep. 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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…

Fuck. Yes, that would work every time.

Works like a charm. Growl those words and a bottom's hole opens right up. Then I tell him it's time to make a baby.

Of course. But let's fuck anyway, you wont have to tell me what I don't get to say, my dick will do the talking...

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.

Howdy all! Been a longtime lurker for at least a year, never quite got around to joining until now! The number of loads I've gushed reading the posts here though... I'm 33, I live on the east coast of the USA right near the beach. I'm in an open relationship with my bf. I've been almost 100% top for my entire time fucking until about 2 years ago, when this southern daddy fucked me so good my eyeballs rolled into the back of my head and I thought I was blind for at least a week [think before following links] https://assets.s3xstatic.com/bz/uploads/emoticons/default_biggrin.png Since then, I've been exploring the bottoming side of fucking and consider myself fully versatile these days. I've been (and still am) very sexually adventurous over the years, but never on the bottom side, so I'm going back and rexploring those adventures as the guy taking raw cock and loads up my hole vs just laying the pipe! I get into most things, and I'm a hardcore exhibitionist at my heart. If I'm stroking my cock I'm most likely going to do it with people watching or recording it if I can. I love sexting back and forth with fellow exhibs and sending nastier and nastier videos - especially if we're with someone who's into it too. Love groups, leather, gangbangs, and then some. Looking forward to getting to know all of you!

Damn that is so hot!

Mon morning - Cowboy regular hadn't showered for 2 days. Was putting off a powerful stink. Shoved my face in his pits, licked them clean. Threw his legs in the air and buried my tongue deep into his ripe stinking hole. After getting his scent all over my face, sucked him hard. He plowed load #1 into my hole. Sucked him hard again. He blasted load #2 into my ass. Sent me a Thank You later. 44 loads from him this year.

Yeah, sorry. You be in "Members" not sure why you're showing as "New Members". I just changed a few things. Hopefully the system works now. Though it's not quite set up how I'd like at the moment. But one step at a time (and no guarantee that I won't mess it up in the future when I try to "improve" things).

So what is your solution? Do you have any in mind? It’s great to call things out — but bring something to the table. If you’re venting, clarify that. as for MAGA hat wearers, chances are a large portion of those morons do not fully understand what it actually means or entails, because for them, racism is essentially “I didn’t physically assault a POC, or Lynch, or etc.” They don’t understand the nuance or the grey of what that hat or slogan represents. In addition, the white folk who do understand that nuance aren’t willing or or tired of trying to discuss or challenge them. While the responsibility of that type of work should not have to be placed on the shoulders of POC’s, it usually is. And when you say, “all the white men get the men I’m sexually attracted to,” does that mean you are only attracted to one type of man? And if so, if that is a “sexual preference,” does that not go against your own statement of not being racist? For a very long time, I was only attracted to white guys. It wasn’t until I started watching porn with black me in it did I begin to really see them. Truly see black men and black bodies as hot as fuck. While we can say that sexual preferences are just “what we like,” we are definitely cultured into seeing certain physical aesthetics and attributes as desirable. Saying, “I’m only sexually attracted by white men,” as a preference, I believe definitely has racist undertones because I’m essentially excluding entire races of people based on...well, their race. and while this is up for discussion, I don’t hate people who have preferences. I just have a preference for self-aware, Openminded people.

I have sucked and fucked numerious former students. Stay friendly with them for a few years after they leave my class, then hit on them.. When they are 18- 21, they are usually horny enough to try stuff even if not totally gay

I think Tim Tales [think before following links] https://www.timtales.com/new-releases/ does a pretty good job of presenting other options beside Dark-Top-Light-Bottom. They have several black and brown bottoms on their rotation as well as plenty of light-skinned tops. They are starting to show more creampies, too!

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?

Getting the load is the most satisfying part of sex for me. Raw is the law; no pulling out. If a guy wants to shoot on my hole instead of in I tell him find someone else. Love when a big cock plants their load deep in you and you absorb all of it and don't have any try and ooze out later. 🐷🐷

@raw773 ~ Firstly, I am deeply saddened at your hostile reaction to myself and the other user you have quoted. This is certainly how it is coming across to myself. It does not make me feel very good, at all. Kindness really is effortless. The 'Gel like matrix' I referred to earlier, is scientifically known as a 'Biofilm'. If you feel I am lying and not telling the truth about this, please go an do some research on 'Biofilms', whether that be in a viral, bacterial, fungal, parasite, or a combination of the aforementioned, sense. There are literally 1000's upon 1000's of articles out there (including many scientific publications). When Biofilms are destroyed a patient can become very sick as suddenly the immune system can mount an attack on pathogens it can now 'see' due to the loss of their 'hideout'. I have myself experienced this many times myself, and know of many who have too; This is known as 'Die-off', or a 'jarisch-herxheimer reaction'. [think before following links] https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/21458997 ☮️

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.

Absolutely since I took poz loads a few months ago i cant stop i want more and more. And i swear poz men cum so much more for some reason like they are producing more cum.

I discovered the Bull in Berlin about five or six years ago when one of my friends recommended it to me. I was spending the weekend in Berlin - one of my very favourite places to unwind. I had spent a very enjoyable and relaxing Saturday roaming through the streets of the city and was meeting some friends for dinner in the evening. I had been working hard for weeks and had not had much time for anything else and I was looking forward to cruising in the Tiergarten later on but around 11pm it started raining heavily. I was disappointed - I really wanted to find a fit arse to fuck and I was also very much in the mood to drop my pants and bend over to take a few loads myself. I was just debating what to do when I remembered that one of my friends had recommended the Bull and I decided to try it out. I arrived there shortly after midnight and found a front bar which opened out at the back into a large darkroom with a toilet leading off it. It was quite quiet when I got there at first and I had a couple of drinks and then ventured into the darkroom and watched two guys fucking bareback for a while before returning to the bar for another drink. The place was filling up now and soon it was quite busy. I was ready for some action now and made my way back to the darkroom. It was packed now and guys were sucking and fucking all around. There was a real mix of guys, some young, some older, some really fit looking young lads, some guys who looked a bit gaunt and one or two who looked positively ravaged. I noticed straight away that almost no one was using condoms and I knew I was going to enjoy myself. I watched a young blond twink being fucked and loaded by a much older guy and soon I was being sucked off by a tall, slim, dark haired guy. He sucked me for a while and then offered me his arse. I slid up him easily and fucked him for a while but I didn't want to cum yet so after a while I pulled out and let the guy standing next to me take over. I enjoyed cruising in the dark room for a bit longer, sucking a couple of cocks and slipping mine up a young lad I had noticed at the bar earlier on. I cruised around for a while longer and then went back to the bar for another drink. A really nice looking, slightly chubby guy made room for me and we smiled at each other. He was really attractive and I had noticed him in the darkroom earlier. He had been standing at the side watching the action but had not joined in. I made my way back to the darkroom and soon I was fucking a guy who was lying in one of the slings. I looked round and noticed the chubby guy standing watching the action again. I pulled out the guy in the sling and as I did another guy pushed his cock up him. I had noticed this guy earlier on - he had short blond hair and very piercing eyes. He was wearing a striped T shirt and on his upper left arm I could see a biohazard tattoo. He also had a big thick cock and as I watched him fucking the lad in the sling my cock was harder than it had been in a long time. I went for another drink and when I came back the chubby guy was bent over the bench at the side of the darkroom being fucked - I watched for a while and when the guy pulled out him I took his place. The chubby guy didn't look round as I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed it up his arse. I was really horny now and I enjoyed every minute of fucking this fit lad's arse. I knew I wouldn't last long and so I started off slowly and then I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him faster. After about ten or twelve more thrusts I shot what felt like a massive load of cum into his arse. I left the darkroom and went for another drink. Even though I had just cum heavily, I was still very horny and I knew I wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. I thought about the guy with the piercing eyes and the biohazard tattoo and my dick started to get hard again. I went into the toilet, lubed my arse and then went back into the darkroom and soon I was sucking off a fit looking dark haired guy. I sucked him for a while and then stood up. We kissed and his hand went down the back of my pants and found my hole. I sucked him for a bit longer and then I pulled my pants down and offered my arse. He slid up me easily and soon I was being fucked hard in the middle of the darkroom. It was very horny - the lad I had fucked earlier was bent over next to me taking another raw cock up his fit arse and all around I could see bare cocks sliding up unprotected arses. The dark haired guy was fucking me harder now and then he pushed his cock right up me and held it there and I knew I was being filled with cum. When he pulled out I looked around and saw the guy with the piercing eyes standing to the side looking at me. I knew he could give me what I wanted and slowly I turned round and pushed my arse in his direction. Nothing happened for a moment and then I felt him behind me . I pulled my cheeks apart and then I felt the head of his cock pushing against my hole. I pushed back and felt his big cock slide slowly but surely right up my arse. He began to fuck me, slowly at first and then he began to fuck me harder. He took hold of my hips and began to fuck me even harder and then he pulled me up and said something in my ear. I understand German perfectly well and I knew he was asking me if I wanted him to poz me. I nodded and he pushed me back down and began to fuck me harder than I had been fucked in a long long time - it was one of the best fucks of my life. I could tell he was getting close and I knew that I knew that within seconds I was going to take a load of toxic cum into my arse. I took hold of my cock and began to wank as he pulled me close and pushed his cock right up me. As I felt his cum pumping into me I shot another big load of cum out in front of me. It was about a year later I was back in the Bull looking forward to some more horny fun. I was having a drink at the bar when I noticed the doorman talking to a fit young lad who had just come into the bar. He was trying to explain something and the lad didn't seem to understand. I went over to help and explained to the lad that he was being asked to check in his bag behind the bar and would have to pay a euro. The lad grinned at me, thanked me for helping him out and offered to buy me a drink. "I'm Sam," he said. I told him my name and we shook hands. It turned out that Sam was from the same part of Scotland as me, was 19 years old and was a student in his second year at university. He was a very fit looking young lad, slim with dark, floppy hair, an engaging smile and an incredibly fit arse. I asked him what had brought him to the Bull and he told me that he had recently split up with his boyfriend and one of his friends had told him the Bull was a good place to have some fun. I finished my drink and said I was going to explore the darkroom. Sam grinned and said he would need to have a few more drinks before he ventured in there and I left him to it. I had some fun in the darkroom and when I came back to the bar Sam was finishing one drink and starting another. He grinned at me and I smiled back. A little later I noticed him standing at the side of the darkroom watching the action. He seemed to be frowning and after a while he left the darkroom. When I went back into the bar he came over to me. "Do they not have any condoms here?" he asked. I shook my head. "I guess you have to bring your own." "Oh, right," he said. "Do you like to play safe, then?" I asked. Sam nodded, looking very serious, "Always." he said When I came back to the bar a little later, Sam was flirting heavily with a very good looking blond guy. He had clearly had a few more drinks and as I watched them I realised that I had met the blond guy before. I didn't really know him, but I had met him a couple of times in company with my friend Rudi. I remembered that his name was Timo and I remembered being told that, like Rudi, Timo was HIV positive and not on any meds. I could see that Sam was all over him and after a while, Timo took him by the hand and led him towards the darkroom. A few minutes later I was in the darkroom watching from a discrete distance as they kissed and before too much longer Sam was down on his knees sucking Timo's cock. He sucked him for a while and then Timo pulled him up and they kissed again. Timo said something and Sam nodded and then pulled his trousers and his white Calvin Klein pants down and bent over. Timo pulled out a small pack of lube and began to finger some into Sams arse. He then put some on the end of his cock and began to push it against Sam's hole. Sam didn't resist and soon Timo was pushing his big bare cock right up Sam's arse. He gave Sam a moment to get used to it and then began to fuck him. I got my cock out and began to play with it as I watched them fuck. Sam was being fucked quite hard now and seemed to be enjoying every minute of it. I could see that Timo was getting close and as I watched he pushed his cock right up Sam's arse, held it there, and bred him. A little later, Sam was back at the bar sinking another drink. He grinned at me and I smiled back, wondering if he had any idea that he now had a toxic load deep in his bottom. I had another drink and got chatting to a guy I knew slightly while Sam downed another couple of drinks, one after the other. He then got up and steadied himself against the bar before making his way rather unsteadily towards the darkroom. I entered the darkroom just behind him and watched as he walked over to the other side of the room, stood for a moment, and then pulled his trousers and pants right down and bent over the bench, arse in the air. Seconds later he was being fucked bareback by an older guy who fucked him until he shot his load up him and when he pulled out another guy took over and then another. Sam was now sucking on any cock that was presented to him as he let guys breed his arse without even looking round. I was just about to take my turn when I noticed the guy with the piercing eyes and the biohazard tattoo who had bred me the year before step up and push his cock up Sam's arse. He shot his load quite quickly and when he pulled out I took his place. My cock slid up Sam's cummy hole easily and I began to fuck him. I knew I wouldn't last very long and after about ten or twelve thrusts I began to shoot my load into his cum filled arse. As I finished cumming he turned round and grinned drunkenly at me as a thin, gaunt, older guy with a scorpion tattoo took his turn. I watched two more guys fuck him before he pulled up his pants and stumbled out of the darkroom. I joined him at the bar and he grinned and leaned in close to me "I've been a bit naughty," he said with a grin, "I'll need to be more careful from now on." A short time later I was walking through the deserted streets on my way back to my hotel, enjoying the warm summer air. I thought about Sam and wondered just how many guys had bred him that night and how many of them had deposited a toxic load in him. I wondered if he would go back to playing safe and reflected that it probably wouldn't make much difference either way now. I was fairly sure that Sam was going to leave Berlin with something he didn't have when he arrived.

Jesse was a 50 something black man who lived across the street wtih his nearly 90 yo parents.. Always a nice guy and I had had fantasies about him too.And now, here he was at the xxx theater too. I was hoping he would take out his cock, but I really wasnt expecting what would happen next. Dad stood up, and at first I thought he was going to let Jesse come sit next to me but that wasn't his plan. Dad still had his pants all the way down by his ankles. Jesse got up, and eased on over to Dad's seat. Before siting he pulled down his pants to his ankles and sat down. My eyes fixed on his thick 9 inch black cock and my dad slowly sat down on it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.. I had had all sorts of fantasies but never really gave much thought to ass fucking. And here it was , even better than the porno playing on the screen in front of me. Dad rode his black cock for a while, not even looking over at me. I sat there with my cock out, but then pulled down my pants so they were totally down to my ankles as well. Jesse saw this and told Dad looks like your boy is ready for more. My cock was once again rock hard, and I figured I'd just stroke it and watch Dad getting fucked but Dad had different ideas. He got off Jesse and eased over and sat down on my cock. The feeling was incredible. The hot tight hole grasped my cock and I could hardly move, hardly breathe as Dad rode it, going up and down on it. Again, didn't take me long til I felt my nutt building up and I wasnt sure what to do.. Do I warn Dad? Or do I say nothing.. I decided to say, and probably too late, that I was about to cum, but Dad made no effort to escape.. He just kept pushing his tite hole up and down on my cock, and finaly with one push down , I erupted inside him. my body shook, and then i just sat there as Dad got off of me. He stood up, moved over towards Jesse and leaned over the seat Jesse got down lower and put his tongue up my dad's ass. Eating the cum out of his ass. Then stood up and planted his hard black meat deep in dads ass. he fucked him harder than before, now standing behind him and fucking his ass.. Other guys gathered around and watched .One guy came down the aisle in front of dad and put his cock in my dads mouth as Jesse pounded away.. Jesse started talking dirty to dad telling him he was about ready to breed him, to fill his married ass with his cum and then he did. He pushed into him so deeply I thought he mite push it all the way thru dad.. Then he sat back in the chair next to me.. Dad slid over one seat more and sat on the other side of Jesse. Jesse looked over at me and said I know you want a taste - and I leaned over and sucked his cock clean, licking up the black cock that had just fucked my dad. As I did, I heard Jesse say to me,, "Can't wait til I get a taster of your ass"

The only advantage to living close to a big University is all the fresh meaty this time of year. I hooked up with a very horny 19 year old lad late afternoon, 6’ tall, lean ripped smooth body, hairy legs, arse, a big natural bush & very thick veiny 8” uncut cock. I went over to his & he wasted no time getting his tongue deep in my hole then his big thick dick! He raided my cunthole hard & bred 2 thick heavy loads deep in me, he made me cum both times too. I left with my butt plug in & a cunthole full of his cum. Just after 10pm I had a 20 yr old black lad come for a discreet anon fuck, Only pic I’d seen was his huge 10” uncut dick, when he arrived my cunthole ached like crazy & my hole started opening up as I drooled at the 6’ 7” tall muscular god. He was a bit nervous so i took him to the bedroom to suck him off & relax him. The icing on the cake was him getting naked & seeing how hairy his muscular body was!! Gorgeous big hairy pecs, hairy abs, trimmed bush, 2 big egg sized balls in a low hanging scrotum & big hairy muscular legs & arse. I feasted on his big cock & balls, he was pissing out pre cum & I was eating every drop. He soon started to assert his dominance & got me on my back, legs spread as he spread my cheeks with his big hands & plunged his big tongue deep in my pussy! Rimming & fingering my pussy till he got in position & pulled his foreskin back & pushing his spit lubed bell end in my hole, my legs around his waist his huge physical mass was magnificent, no guy has ever made me feel so sexually submissive! His huge arms either side of me, his big broad bolder shoulders & hairy pecs above me & his handsome face looking down at me!! I wanted this gods babies!! 🤤 He plunged his dick in & it was like a big black python in my guts! He fuck me hard & went balls deep with every thrust! Sweat dripping from his hairy pecs on my face as he gave me my first of many orgasms! Its now 2am & he’s just left after breeding 5 big loads in me. I can smell his ripe pungent smell all over me & my guts filled with his thick cum. He enjoyed my pussy so much he coming back again in the afternoon.

Part 4 - Almost caught with my pants down The last six months with my partner were very difficult - we had drifted so far apart and I think we both knew it was over but neither of us seemed ready to end it. During this time I was fucking around quite a bit and took more than a few risks - and on a few occasions I came very close to getting caught cheating. One weekend we were staying down on the south coast with a friend of my partner's that he knew through work. I had met Paul on a few occasions and found that we didn't really have much in common but I hadn't met his partner. We drove down on the Saturday morning and arrived around lunch time. We all went out for lunch and I got chatting to Paul's partner, Sean. I liked Sean a lot and found we had a similar sense of humour and a number of shared interests. I also quite fancied him - he was in his late 20s, small and quite geeky looking, with dark hair and glasses - a look I really go for. We were starting to flirt a bit and, although we had to be careful in front of our partners, I got the feeling that he might be interested in me too. Our partners were going out on the Sunday afternoon to an exhibition and I couldn't help wondering if there might be a chance of getting together with Sean while they were out...... As it happened, I got my chance sooner than that. We went to bed that night but I wasn't really sleepy and after a while I said I would get up and get myself a cold drink. My partner nodded sleepily and I pulled on a pair of shorts and a T shirt and made my way quietly downstairs. When I went into the kitchen I found Sean sitting at the kitchen table. I explained I had come down for a cold drink and he smiled and said "Let me get it for you," He stood up and I saw that he was wearing only a T shirt and a pair of white pants that didn't leave much to the imagination. Sean saw me checking him out as he handed me my drink and grinned. He asked if my partner was asleep and I said I think so. We chatted for a while and then Sean pulled me towards him and soon we were kissing. He put his hand into my shorts and felt my cock as my hand went down the back of his pants and my finger found his arsehole. He pushed me gently against the worktop and got down on his knees. He pulled my shorts down and took my cock into his mouth. I leaned back and closed my eyes as Sean began to suck my cock. It was one of the best blow jobs I had ever had and I enjoyed every minute of it. Sean sucked me for a while and just as I was getting close to cumming, Sean stooped sucking me and stood up. I thought was going to get the chance to suck him now but he turned round and pulled his pants down. He bent forward, spat on his hand and then reached round and rubbed the spit into his arse. He repeated this a couple of times and then pushed his arse out, looking over his shoulder. I knew we were taking a big risk but there was no way I was going to pass on the chance to fuck his fit arse. I stood behind him, pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. My cock slid up him quite easily and he grunted as I began to fuck him. I knew we would have to be quick and I was quite close to cumming anyway, so I fucked him for a while and then took hold of his hips and began to fuck him harder. He was moaning softly as I fucked him and after about ten or twelve more thrusts I told him I was going to cum. He reached round and pulled me close against him as I shot my load right up his arse. When I finished cumming I pulled out his arse and he turned round. I got down on my knees and he pushed his cock into my mouth and after I had sucked him for a short time he rewarded me with a nice big mouthful of cum. A short time later I was making my way quietly up the stairs and when I went into our room I was surprised to find my partner sitting up in bed reading. I had assumed he would be fast asleep and realised that he could easily have come downstairs looking for me. He asked me what had taken me so long and I said Sean was down there and we got chatting. My partner nodded and, putting his book down, said he was going to sleep. I laid awake for a little while, enjoying the taste of Sean's cum in my mouth and wondered if he was enjoying feeling of my load in his arse. The following afternoon our partners went out and Sean and I wasted no time. He led me to what was obviously a spare room and soon we were on the bed, kissing, sucking and licking. He sucked my cock again and then turned me round. He pulled my cheeks apart and pushed his tongue up my arse. Soon he was kneeling up on the bed and my tongue was deep in his arse. We sucked and rimmed each other for a while longer and then Sean lubed himself up and knelt up on the bed. I pushed my cock up his arse and began to fuck him. I fucked him for a while and then I pulled out and he laid on his back with his legs in the air as I pushed my cock back up his arse. I was getting close now and I told him I wanted to breed him in his own bed. He looked surprised but then his look changed to one of excitement and he nodded. I pulled my cock out his arse and he stood up and led me to the bedroom he shared with his partner. He knelt up on the bed and I pushed my cock up back up his arse. I was close now and I fucked him as hard as I could as he urged me on, telling me to fuck him harder and cum in his cheating arse. Hearing him say this pushed me over the edge and I shot what felt like a massive load of cum into him. A few months later my partner and I were spending a few days in Ibiza with a group of my partner's friends. I didn't have much in common with this group of friends - they had very clear views on cheating and on things like cruising,casual sex and darkrooms and were inclined in my view to be a bit judgemental - especially when it came to barebacking. They were nice enough guys though and I enjoyed the break but I was feeling bored and horny. On the second night we were all drinking in a bar in the old town. It was a nice modern bar and, needless to say, did not have a darkroom. The bar got very busy and I got chatting to a group of lads from the north of England. When they left to go on to another bar I went downstairs to the toilet. I had realised earlier on that, although the bar did not have a darkroom, it certainly had a very cruisy toilet. A number of guys were wanking at the urinal and as I watched this, the door to one of the cubicles opened and two lads came out, one of them buttoning up his jeans. The other lad was a slim, blond English lad I had seen the bar earlier on having a laugh and camping it up with some friends. He had clearly had a few drinks now and, as I got my my cock out and joined the guys wanking at the urinal , the blond lad went down on the guy next to me. It was all very horny and after a short time, the blond guy was down on his knees taking turns to suck me and the guy who had been wanking next to me. Once again I knew I was taking a big risk - my partner or any of the others in our group could come into the toilet at any time. After a short time, one of the cubicles became vacant and the blond lad got up and motioned to the two of us to follow him. Soon we were all in the cubicle and the blond lad was sitting on the toilet taking turns sucking us. After a short time he stood up, turned around, tugged his shorts and pants down and bent over the toilet. The other guy was up him in seconds. He was a fit guy, mid 20s, quite stocky, with a nice big thick cock and I was really turned on as I watched his big bare cock thrusting up the blond lad's pale, slim arse. He was one of a group of German lads I had seen on the beach earlier that day. He was fucking the blond lad hard now and before too much longer he threw his head back and pushed his cock hard up the blond lad's arse and held it there, obviously shooting a load of cum deep into him. When he pulled out I didn't hesitate. I pushed my cock up the blond lad's arse and began to fuck. His hole was slippery with cum and this turned me on even more. As I fucked him the other guy began to finger my arse and soon he was pushing his finger right up me as I shot my load up the blond lad. I wasn't sure how long I had been away from the bar and thought I had better get back. I pulled up my pants and left the cubicle just in front of the other two. As I washed my hands at the sink, one of our friends came into the toilet. Alistair was there with his partner, and although I didn't know him that well, I quite liked him. He nodded to me as I left the toilet and went back to join my partner and our friends. I hadn't been missed and thought I might take advantage of this to pay another visit to the toilet later on.... I chatted to some friends for a while and then I saw Alistair returning to the bar. He had been down there for some time and I couldn't help wondering if he had joined in the action in the toilet. I was curious - Alistair had always appeared very committed to his partner and I had heard him voicing strong feelings about casual sex and cheating on more than one occasion. I had another drink and then I noticed Alistair heading down to the toilet again. I waited a while in case he had just gone to take a piss - I knew he had had quite a lot to drink - and then when he did not return I made my way quietly down to the toilet. It was even busier now and all the cubicles were occupied. The walls of the cubicles went from the floor to the ceiling so there was no chance of seeing if Alistair was being a bad boy in one of them. There was a lot of wanking and sucking going on and the blond lad was now bent over the urinal being fucked. As I wondered just how many loads he now had up him I noticed a group of guys in a little recess area between the cubicles and the sinks. Two guys were fucking in the recess area and two other guys were watching and wanking and I saw straight away that one of them was Alistair. Alistair's had his back to me, his trousers and pants were down at his knees and I realised that Alistair had quite a fit, chunky arse. I had certainly never thought I would get to see it but here he was with his pants down in the toilet of a bar and I was curious to see how far he would go. He was kissing the other guy now as they wanked each other off. I decided to hang back so that he couldn't see me and after a while they stopped kissing and I watched as Alistair slid down and took the guy's cock in his mouth and began to suck him. The other two guys had finished fucking and moved away and Alistair and the other guy moved round so that the guy was leaning against the back wall as Alistair continued sucking his cock. I assumed he was going to suck the guy off and I was just thinking maybe I had better leave them to it and get back to the bar when Alistair stood up. They kissed for a while and then the guy offered him what was obviously a bottle of poppers. Alistair took a deep sniff, then turned round and leaned against the wall, pushing his arse out. The guy stepped up behind Alistair, pulled his cheeks apart, and pushed his bare cock slowly up Alistair's arse. He stopped for a minute to let Alistair get used to his cock and then began to fuck him. I couldn't believe what I was seeing - I knew Alistair was a bit drunk but I never thought in a million years I would see him let some random guy fuck him bareback in a toilet with his partner upstairs in the bar. He was taking a massive risk - they were hidden from sight but if his partner or one of the others came into the toilet they could easily be seen. I had my cock out now, wanking as I watched Alistair sniffing the poppers and wanking as the guy fucked him hard up the arse. I shot my load at the same time as the guy pumped his cum into Alistair's unprotected, cheating arse. I was quite close now and I watches as the guy pulled his cock out. I had a great view of Alistair's hole, gaping open with some cum sliding out of it and I wanked over that image quite a few times later. I knew a lot of guys often did things on holiday that they wouldn't do at home - but this was probably one of the most unexpected things I have ever seen and I couldn't quite believe I had witnessed it. A little later we were all back in the bar and soon we were all making our way back through the town to our accommodation, Alistair chatting happily to his unsuspecting partner. The following day we were all spending a day at the gay beach at Es Cavallet and we got the bus down there in the early afternoon. The bus was busy as it often was and it was standing room only by the time we got on. I looked at Alistair, standing with his partner and again thought back to the scene I had witnessed the night before. I was starting to feel a bit horny now and I could feel the guy standing behind me pressing against me. It was one of the lads from Manchester I had chatted to in the bar the night before, a fit, dark haired chubby guy called Mike. I wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose but I discretely pushed back against him. He moved slightly and soon I could feel his cock pushing against my arse through his shorts. I pushed gently back and we kept this up all the way to the beach. I had a definite hard on now and had to tie my sweat shirt round my waist when I got off the bus so that no one could see. I had enjoyed the experience and it had made me very horny and I hoped I might get the chance to go cruising in the dunes later on. I would have to be careful not to make it too obvious though. I enjoyed resting on the beach and swimming in the sea and just as I was feeling pleasantly relaxed I saw Mike making his way along the beach. He passed quite close to where we were and looked at me as he passed by. I looked around, no one was paying any attention and my partner was deep in a book so I said I fancied a walk along the beach. My partner barely looked up as he nodded and soon I was following Mike into the dunes at a discreet distance. I followed him for a while and soon we were in a little clearing by the sea. He grinned at me and took my hand, placing it on his cock which was now hard in his shorts. I had realised on the bus that he obviously had quite a big cock and when I pulled his shorts and pants down I was not disappointed. I sucked Mike's cock for a while and soon I was bent over sucking him and he was fingering my arse. I sucked him for a bit longer and then he produced some lube. I lubed up my hole and bent over. Mike produced a condom. "With or without?" he asked. "Without." I said and he grinned. Seconds later I was braced against a tree as Mike pushed his big thick cock slowly but surely right up my arse. He gave me a minute to get used to it and then he began to fuck me, slowly at first, and then he began to fuck me harder. I hadn't had a cock this big up my arse for quite some time and I enjoyed every minute of it. As we fucked, I had a great view of the sea, with the sun shining on it and I felt good. Mike was fucking me hard now and after a while he told me he was close and asked if he could cum in my arse. "Fuck yeah," I moaned. He asked me if I was sure and I nodded and almost immediately he started to cum in my arse. He seemed to cum for ages and when he had finished he pulled out and I went down on his cock and started sucking it. He grinned "You dirty cunt," he said. The last time I cheated was one of the most risky fucks I ever had and once again I came very close to getting caught. We were staying with a friend of my partner, Joe, and his new boyfriend, Rodrigo. Rodrigo and Joe had been together for about a year. Rodrigo was a very nice guy and he was also very attractive, dark skinned and well built with a lovely smile. He also had a very cute body and a fantastic arse. I found him really attractive, especially as Joe had let slip that Rodrigo had a really big cock. On this evening he was wearing shorts which did little to hide his massive packet. I found it hard to take my eyes off him, especially when he bent over to pick something up and I had a great view of the top of his pants and the crack of his arse. I realised he had picked up on my interest but he didn't seem to mind and I knew that nothing would come of it so didn't see any harm in flirting with him a little. That night as we were all going to bed I found myself alone in the living room with Rodrigo. He grinned at me and I could see his cock was hard in his shorts. He saw me looking and grinned again. As I watched, he pulled the front of his shorts down and I had a perfect view of his hard cock. He was still grinning as he wanked it a few times. Just then Joe called to him and he stuffed his cock in his pants and we both made our way up the stairs. The next morning we had planned to go out for breakfast but I was feeling tired and a bit off colour so decided to stay in bed. The others went out and I went back to sleep. I woke up later, feeling much better. I had a shower, then pulled on a T shirt and a pair of pants and made myself some tea and toast. I knew the others would not be long and so I sat down on the bed. I was horny and, as I thought back to Rodrigo with his cock out of his pants I began to play with myself. Just then I heard the front door open and a few minutes later someone came up the stairs. I thought it might be my partner but there was a tap on the door and then Rodrigo came in. "Hey," he said, with his trademark grin. "how are you feeling?" I told him I was feeling much better and he grinned again and came towards me. "We don't have long" he said as he pulled his cock out and seconds later I was down on my knees sucking him. He sighed as I sucked his cock and then I licked his big balls before going back down on his cock. I sucked him for a while longer and then I reached into my holdall and pulled out some lube. "Fuck me," I said. We both knew we would have to be quick and soon I was kneeling up on the bed and he was pushing his cock up my arse - neither of us mentioned condoms and soon he was right up me. I felt like I was being split in two as he began to fuck me. I was trying hard not to make too much noise as Rodrigo fucked me with his big thick cock. It was one of the best fucks I had ever had - a quick, hard, horny bareback fuck with an amazingly good looking guy. Rodrigo was fucking me even harder now and soon I could tell he was getting close. I could actually feel the cum pumping into my arse as he thrust up me again and again before he finished. Rodrigo was still up my arse when we heard the front door opening. He pulled out quickly, stuffed his cock back in his pants and disappeared out of the room just in time and I pulled the duvet over me, trying hard to stop the cum sliding out of my gaping arse. Soon we were all back downstairs and I couldn't help feeling a bit guilty when Joe commented that I still looked a bit flushed. I split with my partner shortly after that and never saw Joe or Rodrigo again. I knew the next few months would be difficult and they were but I was soon back on my feet again and enjoying some more horny bareback sex. I was no longer cheating - but the same could not be said for some of the guys I was fucking with........ Part 5 to follow

I grew up in A farm town in rural SE Colorado. A buddy and I worked at a chicken farm when we were 12. One day our boss let us off early due to a heavy thunderstorm. He dropped us off at my house since my buddy’s bike was there. My parents and brother were about 120 miles away at a doctors appointment. Since it was raining we decided to play poker to pass the time. This quickly got boring and my friend suggested we play strip poker. After many hands I was down to my briefs and hard as a rock. He still had his pants on. He then suggested that once naked the loser of each hand would have to do whatever the other guy wanted. I agreed thinking it would be stupid dates or some such nonsense. I lost and he had me rub my ass on my brothers pillow. I lost again and he told me to kiss his dick. I objected but he said a deal was a deal. He promised not to tell anyone. He took off his pants and underwear and sat back on the bed. I got between his legs and kissed the head of his dick. After that we didn’t pretend to play any more. He asked me if I liked kissing his dick and I told him it wasn’t bad. He then told me that if I like fit so much I should suck it. I didn’t need to be told twice. I quickly took his cock in my mouth and started going up and down. He moaned and told me how great it felt. He then wanted to try sucking me. He took my dick in his mouth and I get to feel how good it felt. We got into a 69 position and sucked each other. He pulled off my dick and told me he was going to cum. I pulled off and he jacked off into his hand. He told me to taste it. I licked up every drop. After that him and I got together frequently until we we graduated high school. I usually ended up sucking him until he shot off in my mouth. We even got together a couple times when I came home from college. I’d gladly suck his cock again now. Hot memories.

So I've been watching some popper hypno vids about being a cock-worshipping cumslut and it's working. Went to the local ABS on Sunday (after church of course) and just took whatever came my way. The best was this 30-something rough trade bear. He comes in and I start sucking. Nice fat uncut dick. I stood and turned around offering my ass. He hesitated for a minute so I grabbed his fat bone, pointed it at my spit lubed hole and backed up on it. A few strokes and my hole opened. He moaned "Oh yea, that feels so good." He started pumping and I was hitting the poppers. He asked, "You want me to pull out to cum?" What a question! Of course not. He didn't get an answer before he moaned real loud and plugged me deep. He unloaded in my hole and I was the happiest pig in the world. I had always had a little reservation about taking a load from a stranger but no more. He left the booth and I got two more dicks. Oink oink. So much fun.

Sorry for the delay. I get major writer's block these days and it took me a bit to get things rolling again. +++ They began a steady rhythm of thrusting into me, my body feeling overwhelmed with the sensations coming from both ends. I could barely breathe around my dad's cock, and every time Jack's fucking slammed back into me, I felt like he was forcing the air right out of me too. I thought I'd get used to it once he got all the way in, but a cock his size could be felt every second of it. Jack pulled my ass closer to him before shifting a little bit forward, raising me up so that he was fucking me at an angle. I could see him staring down at me next to my dad, his eyes keenly watching as his fat shaft hauled in and out of my cunt. "Look at the greedy little faggot. You can see his cunt hugging your cock and milking it," my dad said, grinning as his cock flexed hard in my mouth. He loved watching me get wrecked by this beast of a man, no doubt about it. Suddenly, there was a rumbling noise below us. My dad stopped thrusting, his cock firmly down my throat as he paused to listen. "Oh, garage door." That meant my uncle Eric was home. It was a little bit early for him to be getting home, but I felt relieved. I figured it might be enough to get him to call his friend off of me. Instead, he climbed off of me, pulling his dick out of my mouth. "Don't worry about me, I'll be back in a sec. You two keep having fun." He winked back at us as he headed out the door. I had no idea what he was off to do, but I figured he'd get my uncle to leave. Jack, for his part, took my dad's advice, further adjusting his position until he had me folded up under him, his fat cock pumping in and out before me where I could see it too. This position let it go in more easily, but he never took it all the way out, just pulling back far enough that the head would be right at the entrance to my hole. "You're lucky your dad has you here... I like to take boys back to my sleeper and spend the weekend breeding them 'till they're carrying my poz babies." He grinned at the last bit, letting out a puff of cigar smoke as he leaned in over me, his hairy, sweaty belly rubbing against mine. "Then again, maybe your dad will let me borrow you. Wouldn't be the first time he's let me borrow some pussy." His eyes roamed over me as he thrust in and out, taking in the sight of me as his cock rammed in up close. "You'd love that, wouldn't you, faggot? Your dick is hard as a rock." He tapped my dick, making me yelp as the rough stimulation hit my sensitive head. He was right, I was pretty hard, as much as I was ashamed to admit it. He laughed, shaking his head. I knew I shouldn't be turned on, but I couldn't really help it. Some part of me had always gotten off on being fucked by men, even (or perhaps especially) when it involved getting used in a lewd, degrading way. Even though I knew in my head that I was being raped and pozzed against my will, my dick was absolutely loving it, my hole spasming and milking Jack's cock. Some part of me enjoyed this far more than I was willing to admit, and I could feel my ears burn with shame at the realization. "That's right, you do," he jeered, grinning down as his movements picked up speed. I grunted along with the deep thrusts, feeling as my body slowly acclimated to the fuck. It no longer hurt so deep when he thrust in, his groin coming flush with my ass with every thrust. It just filled me up, every throb of it sending sensations through me that put stars in my vision. I didn't even want to think about what that piercing was doing hauling around inside... I could still feel that for sure. He took in a deep puff from his cigar, the end of it glowing brightly for a moment before he huffed out, picking up pace with his thrusts just as I heard movement in the hallway again. I was mortified to see my uncle Eric walk in, my dad following closely behind him, still as naked as before. "See? Told ya the kid's a fag, too," he said, leaning against the doorway as my uncle seemed a bit dazed, his eyes fixed on me as Jack continued his assault. I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes, but it was like he wasn't there, just staring past me. "I'm surprised you never noticed. I just walked in on him getting his cunt plowed earlier!" My dad chuckled to himself, then wrapped his arm around Eric's shoulder. "Don't worry, though, bro, you're not going anywhere anytime soon," he said as he pushed my uncle down with his arm. Eric didn't skip a beat, lowering down onto his knees in front of my dad's half-hard cock and wrapping his lips around it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing beside me. My uncle Eric was my dad's younger brother, taller than him and overall larger but lacking the musculature my dad had. He was no wimp, of course, but he wasn't the type to spend time at the gym or lifting weights outside of work. I'd never thought him to be the type to submit so easily, but my dad seemed to be in charge. "Don't look so surprised, boy. My little brother here has been working this cock for longer than you've been alive." He held my uncle's face down in his groin, keeping it there. Meanwhile, on top of me, Jack was growing faster and faster, the piercing beginning to make my hole hurt from the friction. I knew better than to try complaining -- if anything, he'd get off on it more. Instead, I grabbed onto those beefy, hairy arms on either side, panting and grunting along with the frenzied rutting. I could tell he was close, and there was hardly any use escaping what that meant. "Ready, faggot? I'm about to put a fuckin' AIDS baby in your worthless cunt! Take my fucking venom, FUCK!" he snarled out, his hips moving with a brutal force that pushed me down into the mattress. I could definitely feel the familiar burn of my hole stretching too far, the pain making my eyes water as I felt an unmistakable gush of cum in my guts. One, two, three, four, five... Each felt as strong as the last, and it was hard to believe how long it drew out. My dad watched beside us, thrusting his cock in and out of my uncle's mouth as Jack slowly tugged his cock out of me. The entire length of it was slick with pinkish cum, my blood liberally mixed in in streaks. By the time his cock slid all the way out, a bright red streak coated the top, ending at the tip, where his PA was dropping with a cloudy mix of cum and blood. Finally, he climbed off of me for a brief second, only to place that half-hard cock on my lips. "Clean it off," he grunted as he went back to puffing on the cigar. "Alright, pigs, how's this for a treat? Get up, Eric. Take your clothes off." he said, pulling my uncle off of his cock. Eric complied, getting to his feet and stripping down. My uncle was much hairier than my dad, and as he took his pants off, I could see that he was similarly hung. His cock was hard, dripping precum off the end. "Now that my little brother's all horned up from sucking cock, I figure it's only fair he gets a taste of my son, too." Eric's eyes did widen a bit at that, but he didn't protest. He only looked back at me, his eyes inevitably looking at my wrecked hole. My dad led him over to me, pushing him onto the bed right on top of me. Eric was a sexy man, to say the least, but he looked conflicted as he was on top of me. "Go ahead, put it in him." There was a certain firmness to his tone that immediately made my uncle tense up for a moment. He gave me a briefly apologetic look before leaning forward and pushing his cock into me. At this point, Jack had opened me up nicely, so I had little trouble taking my uncle's shaft. He bottomed out quickly a small groan leaving him, then gasped as my dad came in behind him, pushing his own shaft in between my uncle's hairy asscheeks. "There we go, just how you like it," he said, and Eric indeed groaned, his shaft flexing and growing harder inside me. He began to make slow, shallow thrusts in and out, gradually working deeper and deeper with them. I could feel my own cock straining against his hairy belly, smearing precum around as I did what came naturally. Jack's cock was working into my throat again, his eyes trained on the three of us fucking as my uncle fucked me and himself on my dad's cock. I could feel Eric's grip growing tighter as his orgasm came to him as well, more cum flowing into me as he groaned quietly. My dad kept thrusting into him then, chuckling to himself. "That's another hot load for you, boy. Jack and I knocked him up as soon as I got back out." He pulled his cock out of my uncle's ass, and my uncle slowly withdrew from me, a wet glob of cum drooling out of my hole as his cock flopped out. I could still see pink streaks along it, my stomach turning a bit at the sight. "Well, shit, that's a start." My dad whistled as he pushed my uncle aside, shoving his shaft back into me. The pace was slow now, moving it around and mashing his hips as he relished it. Jack moved off of me now that his cock was clean, getting up off of the bed and going next to my dad on the bed, right behind my uncle. Bending him forward, he positioned that pierced cock at my uncle's hole and rammed in without warning, earning a yelp from him as well. Clearly, though, he was far more used to this treatment, as he soon began to sigh and groan, pushing back against that monstrous shaft. "Oh, yeah, we're gonna have so much fuckin' fun together..." my dad panted as the pounding resumed...

Um, that's about the dumbest thing I've heard. It's your health, not his or anyone else's. Whether you take PrEP or use condoms or take any other measure to not catch a disease is no one's business but yours. If, like me, you've made the informed decision to be a PrEP slut knowing the risks of catching other STD's, then enjoy being the slut you always wanted to be. If that means you have to sever your ties with this guy, so be it. You'll be better off in the long run.

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?"

Ive fucked a twink couple who just opened their relationship. Rawdogged em both, when the other one wasn't in the room. They both love Daddy types, so I gave em something to remember me by- a nice toxic load for their stupid cunts.

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