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  1. In a couple of days I was feeling better and the rash was fading, so I decided I was well enough to put a shift in at the sauna. As I was putting on my jacket, mum appeared and said "Swing by Peter's house and take him with you, Timmy" "What for?" I said. “I had a word with his mum. He needs some pocket money." She gave me a sly wink. "She reckons he's ready and Bill's happy to take him on." I was surprised. I knew Peter from college. He was a small, plump guy with short blond hair and was very shy, turning as red as a beetroot when anyone talked to him. His mum might think he was "ready" but I wondered if he knew what he was getting into. I called round and he shouted goodbye, then blushed furiously. “Hi Timmy," He said. I smiled and said. "Hi. You ready?" He nodded and we set off. "Do you know anything about this place?" He shook his head. "Only that it’s a sauna for men and might be able to help out." I smirked to myself, noting his plump arse filling his jeans and thought he would get more than he bargained for. Bill let us in. "Hi Timmy, glad you're feeling better. You must be Peter." The young man blushed and nodded, then his eyes widened like saucers as Sid wandered out from the changing room, stark naked and sporting a huge hard-on. "Who's this?” He grinned, making no attempt to hide his swollen cock. "This is Peter; he's come to help out like Timmy." Sid gave an evil grin. "Well, I look forward to it!" Then he wandered off. Bill indicated the office and said "Leave your clothes in there and Timmy will show you round." "Our..our clothes?" Asked Peter, blushing again. "Sure," Said Bill. "This is a sauna. Everyone gets naked here. I'm only wearing shorts in case the door opens. Off you go." I led Peter into the office and began to strip. He took off his tee shirt and jeans and stood in his underwear. His body was smooth and plump, and I could see his erection through his underpants. I stripped off and saw him staring at my cock. "Well?" I said." We're all men together here. Let's see it." He blushed and lowered his pants. His cock sprang up. It wasn't long, but was very fat and stubby below his soft belly. "There you go," I said. I reached for an old tube of lube, squeezed some out and rubbed it into my arsehole. I noticed him looking at the rash on my torso, but he was too polite to ask what it was. He'd soon find out! "Wh..what's that for?" He asked, indicating the lube. "C'mon. I'll show you." We went out, and Bill eyed him up and down. "Nice! There's plenty in today, Timmy. So take a bag and go empty some bins. Show Peter around." It was cute the way he placed his hands over his swollen cock. I took a bag and said "Let's go upstairs” I led the way up the narrow stairs, heading to the lounge. Inside, Sid, Arthur and a couple of other regulars were sat on sofas watching a porn movie on the TV. “Welcome back!” Said Arthur, stroking his glistening cock as he watched the screen “who’s this?” As he spoke, he took my wrist and guided me to my knees on the sofa. “ This is Peter,” I replied as he got slowly off the sofa and got behind me “ He’s come to help out..ooof! That’s good!” I gasped as his heavy cock slid easily up me. “Yeah,” He said, grunting like a pig. “I need to dump my load.” I looked across and saw Peter staring in shock as he watched me being buggered, but his cock was stiff as a poker and drooling precum as looked at Arthur’s wrinkled buttocks driving in and out. “Here it comes!” He grunted and I felt his cock swell and throb as he spurted up me. “Oh my!” I heard Peter say as Arthur pulled out and he saw a drool of cum leak from my hole. I got up as the others laughed at Peter’s face, emptied the bin and guided him back downstairs. We went into the empty changing room and I smiled at him. “You enjoyed that didn’t you? He blushed and nodded. “Yes,” he whispered. “It was very exciting.” Then he looked slyly at me “But shouldn’t you use a condom? It’s risky isn’t it? I grinned. “Yep. But it’s too late for me to worry about that! I’ve been bred by everyone here and I’m well pregnant by now.” He gasped and I saw realisation cross his face. “If you are worried about that, you’d better go. Unless you want to get knocked up. They like to bareback and breed. They’re a dirty bunch.” He didn’t say anything as we went back to the front desk. Bill was talking to one of the regulars I hadn’t seen for a while, a short, muscular guy with a pot belly and spindly legs. “Need another bag.” I said and got one from the office. “Still need to check the rooms upstairs.” “I need a coffee, first.” Said Bill. Bill took the bag and gave it to Peter. “You do it while Timmy makes the coffee,” He said. Bill smiled and winked at the muscular guy. Peter looked nervous, then blushed and his hand shook as he took the bag. “Go on,” said Bill. “It’s your turn now.” Not meeting my eyes, Peter turned and went upstairs. The muscular guy watched Peter’s ample bottom as he went, and licked his lips. For the first time, I noticed the biohazard tattoo on his hip. “Think I’ll go and watch some TV!” He said and sauntered off upstairs. Bill smiled at me. “Give it 10 minutes, then go check on him.” He said. “But I bet they’ll have got up him in 5!” I made Bill’s coffee. He was on the phone, so I decided to go upstairs. There was no sign of Peter, but there was a powerful smell of poppers. Sid and Arthur came out of the TV room with Peter between them. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily and his eyes were closed. “Come and have a lie down.” Arthur said. “Bill won’t mind.” He winked at me. “He’s a bit poppered up!” They disappeared into the sling room, followed by the muscular guy and the rest of the trolls from the TV room. I followed, and watched as they got him into the sling. Arthur pressed a brown bottle under his nose. He gasped, shuddered and sagged into the leather seat as Sid and the muscular gut raised his legs and put his feet into the stirrups. “There you go. Just relax. We’ve got a gift for you.” Said the muscular guy in a hoarse whisper. I leant against the door and watched as Peter was trussed up and readied for action. The muscular guy tore open a sachet of lube and rubbed it into Peter’s arsehole, making him gasp as his finger ploughed up him “Tight!” He laughed, rubbing his erect cock which was red and inflamed with a distinct sore glistening wetly on the fat head. Then he got between Peter’s legs and I craned forward to watch him begin to slide his cock into my friend’s hole. “Oooh! It’s too big!” Peter gasped as the diseased head began to open him up, but Arthur clamped the bottle to his nostrils and as he sniffed the man drove his cock up him in one smooth movement until he was balls deep. “OH!” I heard Peter gasp, and then the man began to thrust slowly, even gently in and out until Peter sagged in surrender. “There you go!” He whispered. “What your hole is for, you slut” He began to thrust harder as the others urged him on. “I’m going to cum!” He grunted. Arthur bent forward and kissed Peter and held him tight as the man thrust and thrust then shuddered and gasped as he orgasmed. I watched his shuddering body and felt my cock grow hard as I saw Peter being filled with dirty cum. “That’s better!” He said, and stood back. I watched his cock flop out of Peter’s dark, lubricated slit. “Who’s next?” He whispered. Arthur didn’t need an invitation. He scuttled round the sling on his old legs, his cock grasped in his wrinkled fist and got between Peter’s plump thighs. Peter gasped as Arthur entered him, his slack buttocks rippling as he began to fuck. “Gor! Nice!” He gasped. “Gonna knock him up good.” It didn’t take long for him to cum. As he stood back, there was a scramble for access and then an old, fat man with blotches on his fat thighs got into position and slid his cock home with a satisfied sigh. I left them to it. Emptying the rest of the bins as I heard Peter groaning as the group took their turn. I went downstairs and Bill looked up “Well?” He said. “You were right – only took five minutes!” “Great.” He replied, pulling me behind the counter and dropping his shorts. His hips and thighs were covered in a nasty rash “Your fault.” He said with a grin then bent me over the counter and began to fuck me as he whispered filth in my ear…
    8 points
  2. Justin walked up to the block and saw a construction worker get out of his car and head in and as he was walking toward the door a College Jock walking toward him and hopped he was also going to come in. Justin ducked in and tried to get his bearing, the construction guy had gotten change and he was heading toward the back and the Jock entered and went up to the counter and got change , He headed for the counter and put a 20 down and asked for change. The guy gave him three fives and five ones. He quickly headed to the back hoping those two did not get together. He rushed back with his fund just in time to see the jock close a booth and Justin Quickly tried to open the booth beside where he entered and it was lock,! Fuck he thought, then he went to the one on the left of the Jock and it was open and he was please, excited and so ready as he saw a glory hole in the booth between them, He quickly entered, fed five dollars in and sat there not even not even noticing the other wall had a hole. He had watched enough porn videos to know that he needed to rub his finger at the hole and he did and then withdrew it. Nothing happened so he did it again and looked into the hole, damn this dude had a most beautiful thick uncut dick. He was holding it by the foreskin and jacking it and rubbing the foreskin back and forth. Justin stuck his tongue out and rubbed his finger on the hole again. Justin looked at the porn playing and some young girl all of 18 or so was being double vaginally fucked and although he never could watch straight porn that was hot as fuck. Justin was watching the porn and out of the corner of his eye he could tell the Jock was getting up and he turned and watched as this really thick cummy foreskin slide through the hole, He put out his tongue and licked the cum off the foreskin and took it in his mouth and sucked it like a straw sucking up all the pre-cum trapped in there. Justin sucked the skin and head and the pushed back his foreskin and licked the head and sucked it clean before pulled the skin back up and then slowly opening his mouth and going down full length on that beautiful damn dick. The guy pressed further into Justin;s neck and then slowly started to fuck his throat. Justin tried everything to stay there and take the thick dick deep in his throat but he had to pull off and take a breath after he coughed. The guy on the other side did not say a work but left his thick meat there bouncing as he pulsed his dick and Justin quickly went back down in the dick sucking and swallowing it inch by inch. This went on for five to eight minutes and then the guy pulled his dick back through the hole, Justin was so hungry and the jock bend down and whispered, show me your ass. Justin popped up and slipped down his shorts revealing is hot little ass and he backed it up to the hole and spread his checks, the guy got down and spit on his hole three times and then stood up and rubbed his thick dick on it and slowly slide in. Justin forgot the poppers and in his head he though his hole should have opened but for some reason he was tight as this thick uncut cock pressed slowly but deeply into him. It was then that Justin realized there was a Glory Hole right in front of him as a guy put his arm through and fed Justin poppers. The guy on the other felt the hole relax and started fucking Justin like a bitch, long dicking him over and over, all the way out and shove it back and after five minutes of this he shoved it deep and cu in Justin's ass. All he said was Fuck. then he slowly pulled his dick out of Justin;s hole and pulled his pants after tucking his dick in his underwear and Justin heard the door open. He started to stand upright and that is when the other guy stuck his dick through the hole, the guy was Latin, This hot uncut Latin dick pulsed and bounced and Justin went to suck it for a little while and then he pulled out and said, your ass boy. Justin obeyed and got up and backed his hole against the hole and the Latin guy started to eat Justin's cummy hole. Justin could feel the Latin guy sucking his hole and feltching cum out of his ass and then with little warning he stood up and shoved his dick in Justin and shot his load. Justin heard the door open and then close and lock. He should have moved to see who it was but he didn't He felt a finger touch his wet cummy hole. Justin did not move as his pucker started to open and the guys slide a finger in. The guy slide another finger in and then withdrew them and he felt the guy work something in his hole and then the head of the guys dick. Justin moaned as the guy slide his dick slowly inside. Justin backed up as hard as he could while the long dick invaded his hole. The guy felt amazing till he got to the second ring and Justin felt a sharp pain and this went on for five minutes and then the guy moaned really load and shot his load deep in Justin. Justin stood up as soon as the guy pulled and and bent down to see who it was and it was the construction worker. He whispered by here at five tonight and make sure you have cum in your ass by then. I gotta get in that second ring later. Then he buttoned up and walked out. Justin was still horny as fuck and his hole had three loads in it. He sat down on the bench and rubbed his jock waiting for more dick,
    8 points
  3. As I write this with a 2 inch butt plug in my hole trying to figure out how this story goes it makes you thing. Every time I get up it feels like the plug is going to fall out so I have clinch my sphincter tight, have I've become that much of a slut? Mr. Benson is a very powerful person as does some shady things to keep his power and gain more power. In the time I have been here I have learn never to cross Mr. Benson as he loves to torture his boys. Do you know what's to be chastity for months and getting fuck with no way to releases your load, to watch hot porn 12 hours a day. There is this politician who wants to pass laws against people who are Gay and one of Mr. Benson friends is asking for help. Mr. Benson does an investigation into this person and finds that when he is out of town he cruses some clubs that cater to the rough crowd. Mr. Benson sends me on a missing to get him to come to my hotel room that will be set up with cameras. I get to this place and it is rough as they floor is slippery with cum and lube, the men are in leather the slings are full with asses getting fisted and cans of Crisco are on the shelves. I see the one who I to lure to the hotel and his eyes hit me as he likes them like me. Fem, skinny and hung, I'm in a tight jock strap and getting hit on as I make my way over to him, he is dressed in full leather. He grabs my nipple as twist it and says what's a young faggot like you doing in a place like this. I say looking for a daddy you fuck my brains out, he laughs as I say to him I have some parTy supplies back at my place. He winks and ask how hard do I party, as I say just T & G, he says let's go. I grab my overcoat as that is all I brought he wants to go in the back way so he can't be seen, that's not a problem as the room has plenty of cameras in the room. Once inside in the room I break out the supplies and I take a slam and some G as he is undressing and I see his 6 inch dick and I say to my self this is nothing to take. I start to suck his dick and he is rock hard and wants to slap me around, so he pulls out some rope and ties me up and uses his hand on my ass checks. He starts to fuck me and I say to him how big he is, please don't hurt me. Little does he know I'm so bored from this and as he blows his load in me he collapse on top of me, he is breathing heavy so I tell him there is water in the refrigerator, little does he know they are all spiked and after a few hits he is on the ground. Mr. Benson comes in with his 2 assistants as they have been watching in the room next door. Mr. Benson says now it time for the real show as he unties me and gives me a big hug. They wake his up but he is still in a haze, as they give him a syringe then say this will straighten you right out. Some how he finds a vein when the rush hits he is coughing his brains out. Over the next 2 days the 4 of us who are all POZ left him in the hotel with his ass full of Grade A Toxic Cum. After we left Mr. Benson called the police as they found him with T & G in the room so he was arrested. We look at the film as we see he was begging for our toxic cum and for us to wreck his hole as Mr. Benson fisted his a few times, I even put my fist in him and you have no idea how warm a hole feels. With his political career over and in a few weeks becoming POZ I think Mr. Benson did the right thing.
    6 points
  4. My boy and I were on vacation and went to a leather bar for a few beers. We saw a few sexy guys, and a couple of old trolls around, some in gear, some not. The bartender had an acne-scarred pockmarked face and a slightly gaunt appearance. There was one guy with white chest hair and a pot belly, which looked even more round with his harness. I asked my boy if he liked doing what I asked him to do, and he said yes. He can be pretty submissive. I asked him if he’d fuck any guy in the bar that I told him to pursue. He said yes. We joked about it over the next round of beers, talking about how he loved to be dominated, loudly enough that both the potbellied man and the bartender could hear. They exchanged looks. By that time, my we both had to take a piss. I let him go first so I could stay and watch our coats and ordered another round of beers. The potbellied man swaggered over to me, dressed in chaps, a leather jockstrap, and his harness. He told me he liked to play with couples. I asked him to follow me to the men's room when my boy came back. I was hatching a plan. My boy came a few seconds later. We downed our beers quickly as the man watched. I got up to do to the bathroom and the guy followed me. My boy raised his eyebrows as he saw the man following me, knowing something was up. The man locked the bathroom door after him and we were alone. He told me to kneel. He told me he loved dominating couples and he was looking forward to breeding my boy. He pulled his jock to the side and revealed a thick stubby uncut dick and furry balls. My mouth watered. He told me to swallow his cock. I did. His cock tasted rancid. He pulled out and spun around spreading his sagging ass cheeks. ‘Eat my hole,’ he commanded. His ass was sweaty and rank. I did as I was told, excited to see him dominate my boy, and myself, actually. The guy scooched his ass all over my face and then pulled away. ‘You’ll do,’ was all he said as he unlocked the door and tucked his cock back into his jock. I still had to take a piss and tried to pee into the trough despite my hard-on. When I left the bathroom, the bartender pulled me aside and said, ‘Be careful around that guy. He’s POZ and I know you were in there with him. Hope he didn’t cum in you…’ I shook my head, ‘no,’ and headed started to head back to the barstool. ‘I know he’s POZ because he POZZED me…’ My jaw dropped but my plan was getting more detailed… The man was chatting up my boy and had three beers there. He had his hand on my boy’s inner thigh and my boy was softly caressing his furry belly. My boy looked a little shy, wondering if I was ok with him talking so intimately with this stranger. I bent over to whisper in his ear, ‘This man is going to breed you,’ and I licked his ear. He just moaned and the man bent forward to kiss him hard on the mouth. I asked to pay our tab and the man told the bartender that I’d be paying his too. The bartender shook his head as he gave me the total. I paid him and we made a quick exit out the backdoor into a dimly lit parking lot. We walked a few steps and the fat guy put his hand on both our shoulders, ‘Kneel,’ he ordered. Me and my boy dropped to our knees on the hard asphalt and he looked at me. ‘Tell him to suck me off. Maybe he gives better head than you.’ I looked at my boy saying, ‘you heard the man. Suck his cock.’ My boy fished out his thick stubby dick and swallowed it down to the root. He cradled the man's big hairy balls. I fished out my dick and started jerking off. When the man’s dick was hard and slippery with spit, he nodded to me saying, ‘It’s time. Bend him over, spread his cheeks, and get his hole wet.’ I lifted my boy to his feet and pulled down his jeans, leaned him against a brick wall. I lapped at my boy’s hole, opening it with my fingers and smearing spit inside, to lube him up for the POZ strangers thick cock. I realized that I knew he was POZ but hadn’t told my boy. This was such a turn on. The man shoved me out of the way and lined himself up, ready to slide into my submissive boy. ‘The nice man is going to fuck you now. Let him use you,’ I moaned into my boy’s ear. The fat man surprised me by rolling a rubber onto his cock. He winked at me. As the stranger entered him, I cradled my boy’s head in my arms. He looked up at me and grunted, ‘Anything for you…’ ‘He might have knocked you up, boy, but he’s wearing a rubber’ My boy just looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. I knew he preferred to be fucked raw, but we weren’t in charge, and there was a POZ cock deep in his hole. The man grunted as he slid balls deep into my boy. I could hear his hole squelching with my spit. The man fucked my boy for a few minutes as my boy fisted his own hard cock. I knelt down and sucked my boy’s dick. I lapped at his balls and even the spot where the stranger’s cock was splitting him open as it entered him. The man held his fingers at the base of the condom and kept fucking my boy. Every time he pulled back, the rubber rolled up more and more. I kept my tongue at that spot, helping the condom ride higher and higher until it cam completely off in my mouth. I stood up and smiled at my boy, the used rubber in my teeth as the man pounded his raw POZ cock into my boy. My boy’s eyes widened. The man picked up his pace and I heard the back door of the bar open. I looked over and saw the bartender with a bag of trash. He just shook his head at me, but I waved him over. ‘When the fat man is done, would you like to breed my boy?’ The bartender smirked at me and nodded. The man started to cum, and without asking either of us, bred him deeply. He slammed into my boy and stayed deep, filling him up with POZ seed. He started to go soft quickly and pulled out. The bartender had released his own cock, longer but thinner than the fat man. He slid right into my boy who clenched his eyes and teeth and took him without and sign of approval or resistance, another raw cock that he didn’t know was toxic. The bartender looked so hot, his skinny hips and sagging ass swaying as he pounded my boy, about to fill him up with more nasty seed. The fat man pointed to his slimy soft cock and told me to clean it. I gladly did so, filling my mouth with ass juice and POZ seed. He brought his palm to my lip. ‘Spit!,’ he ordered. I did, hocking the slime ball into my hand. He spread my cheeks with his free hand shoved his cummy fingers into my ass. ‘You wanted this. Don’t lie…’ I just nodded and let him force some of his cum into me. The bartender picked up his pace and drilled my boy as the fat man fingered me. I shot my load on the ground as the bartender shot his POZ cum into my boy’s guts. The bartender pulled out and pulled his jeans down, removing his jockstrap. My boy was still leaning against the wall, legs spread as far as the pants at his ankles would let him. There was a thick stream of white spooge leaking out of his ass. The bartender winked at me and tossed his jockstrap to the fat man. The man grinned at me and jammed the jockstrap into my boy’s gaping hole. ‘Get dressed, and don’t show your faces around here again.’ The bartender headed in and the potbellied stranger walked away into the darkness. We fumbled with our clothes and headed back to the hotel. Hand in hand, my boy put his head on my shoulder. I felt conflicted. I had told him to let these men bareback him without letting him know their gifted status. ‘Babe,’ I whispered. ‘Those men… They were both POZ. Are you ok with that?’ ‘They bartender told me they were both POZ while you were blowing that leather daddy in the bathroom. It is so hot that you thought I didn’t know!’ To be continued???
    4 points
  5. I've had a few young tops who, after a very hot and satisfying fuck, thought that if they bacame a regular I'd support them financially. Think again. As soon as that topic was brought up they were never invited back again. Regardless how good they were as a top. I may be seen as a Daddy but I am not a Sugar Daddy.
    3 points
  6. I am SO with you on this, @tallslenderguy! Pretty much all of us will accept these days that our sexual orientation isn’t a choice, but is something that is hard-wired inside is. Why then will some gay men not accept that for some of us, being a total bottom (or a total top, for that matter) is similarly hard-wired inside is? I’m constantly having to explain that I don’t top EVER, that I could not top EVER, and that I do not enjoy having my penis played with EVER. I’m not just being pig-headed for the sake of it, it’s just the way I’m made. It’s not something I’m proud of, but equally it’s not something I feel I should be made to feel ashamed of either. I do understand that it may seem quite baffling to some versatile guys, but please accept that it is something I have no control over. For me, versatility isn’t necessarily a turn-off, but experience has taught me to be wary of versatile guys. I tend to find that more experienced versatile guys get it: they’ve come across this situation before, and they know better how to handle it. If I find myself having to justify my position to a guy and end up jumping through hoops just to explain it to him, then the chances are he’s not very experienced, and I lose interest: from that perspective, yes, I suppose it is turn-off. In some ways, I’m actually very envious of versatile guys: it must be great to be able to flip-flop, your chances of a hook-up are doubled every time. But please don’t try to ‘convert’ us: in exactly the same way I’ll never be converted to be straight, I’ll never be converted to be versatile either.
    3 points
  7. When I was twenty-one I went through a rough patch of being unemployed while in college. I was living in Sacramento with my dad while going to school full time, but having a hard time with drugs. Luckily I was doing alright keeping it a secret from my dad who wasn't home much to notice. I needed money to support my habit. I was smoking ounces of weed every week and snorting a lot of cocaine, which made it really easy to drink way too much at the bars. A friend suggested that I go into business through Craigslist, offering nude services for older, lonely men. I posted a "naked houseboy" ad and quickly began working as a maid for a few men in the area. Business picked up by word of mouth and I started getting requests to meet guys in hotels. A regular even collared me and took me with him on business trips. It was end of summer 2006, a few months shy of my 22nd birthday. I was wearing a jock strap standing on an eight foot ladder, scrubbing the top of the kitchen cabinets in this expensive midtown Craftsman while the owner, an older married guy who typically liked to sit and jerk off with his partner while I cleaned for them, was polishing some silver fondue set they had recently used. "Have you ever been to Folsom Street Fair?" He asked. "No." There was a brief pause like he was thinking about something that made me uncomfortable, so I kept talking, "I've wanted to go, but I honestly don't drive into San Francisco very much. I don't usually stay overnight because most of my friends live in dorms and it's a long drive back." He hesitated, but finally asked, "If you had a place to stay would you be interested in joining us." I didn't hesitate, "Sure." "We go every year," he explained. "Our friends host a gangbang to start the weekend and then we all go for the fair Saturday and either go our separate ways or return to the apartment for more festivities and brunch Sunday. It's a poz group. You are poz, right?" "Yes," I lied. "Okay, because it's a poz-only gangbang. Not everyone is on meds, so it's high-risk with strain-swapping." "Sounds hot." "And I'm sure they'll just love you," he put a little too much emphasis on the word love. A few weeks later I was semi-stiff massaging my balls in the back of their Mercedes as we drove into San Francisco. It was a drive I knew well since I drove it regularly my entire life to visit my grandparents. But I wouldn't be seeing any family this trip. The sun on the horizon cast an amber glow the reflected off windows on the west side of the city. It was blinding walking up the old concrete steps to the front door. Before we even knocked, an older bald man opened the door in a leather jock and harness. "You weren't wrong," he exclaimed through a grey handlebar mustache. He pulled me in for a firm hug, "Oh, I can't wait to get you in the sling." There were three guys inside, all wearing leather, watching porn in the living room. A sling had been set up in the middle of the room and a play sheet was draped over the sofa. I was handed a leather harness and told where to get ready. When I returned to the living room they were hard and ready. My dick hung, swelling in a leather cock ring and the harness was a little loose. My friends helped me into the sling and kissed me. I could feel their hands on my chest, pinching my nipples, massaging my balls, pressing my perineum until I was dripping precum. They pulled my arms up over my head and cuffed me to the sling. Then they lifted my feet and shackled them too. I was neg slut who stealthed his way into a poz only gangbang where I apparently about to become the main attraction and I couldn't escape. Thehandlebar mustache appeared over me, looking down. He lifted a ball gag up to my lips and buckled it securely into place. "How does that feel you fucking slut? Are you ready? Because we're going to wreck that young little cunt." I was looking so deeply into his olive eyes I hadn't even noticed the growing crowd around me. Slippery fingers plunged into my hole. "Damn, I thought you said this kid was a prostitute. He is tight as a virgin." "He isn't a prostitute. He's just our houseboy." Two fingers became three and then another hand was fighting for it's turn. The room was dark with a red glow from a lamp in the corner. Dark enough that I couldn't make out who was fucking me because the light was at their back, their faces were all in shadows. One by one they fucked my hole over and over. One of them had a large and thick dick that hurt at first, but with all the cum in my ass it quickly passed. I lost count of how many loads I felt shooting inside me. Then the room began to fill with light from outside. "Oh fuck, it's already morning," grunted one of them.
    2 points
  8. Justin thought he should leave but instead he fed more money into the machine, he put his last five in there and only had dollar bills left. He rubbed his balls and ass and felt his cummy hole sliding his finger in it and then tasted the cum. He kept doing that and then he hard the booth to the right open, door close and it locked. He heard money being fed into it, one, two and then three bills. Justin thought he must be putting dollars in there. He peeked and the the guy was tall, he had white hair but lean and muscled from what Justin could tell. He was watching straight porn, and rubbing his dick. He never looked down from what Justin could see but instead slowly fished out this beautiful long dick. It had to be six inches soft. The guy just let it hang there and then slowly came to the hole and Justin reached out and touched it and then lifted it in his hand and started to jack and the guy took a step forward then Justin pulled his dick through the hole so he could suck the head. He could see the guys pubes were salt and pepper. He slowly sucked the head and took as much of the cock as he could and then the guy finally pressed forward till eh was against the wall and Justin took the entire dick in his mouth. Justin sucked and the guy did not say a word and the dick never grew. Justin tried to slow down and and opened his mouth and took it all in and then slowly pull off leaving the dick on his tongue and then open and all the way down and after seven or eight time he felt the dick start to grow and a moan out of the guy. He kept doing it and soon the dick had to be nine inches and he was not fulled hard yet. Justin kept sucking him like that and once rock hard he grew to 10.5 or 11. The guys meat was so long but not thick and Justin loved how it felt in his throat, The guy must have have been enjoying his throat because he was moaning and and started calling Justin a fag cum whore. He slowly started to back up and pull his dick from Justin;s mouth and Justin tried to suck it harder to keep him from leaving the hole and he said, greedy fucking whore, stay right there and put your tongue out. The guy turned around and spread his ass and backed it up on Justin. Justin started to lick and probe the guys hairless ass,it tasted amazing. Not like soap and not dirty at all. Supper tight and he was not really expecting that, Justin ate and tongued the guy and he said, things like good whore, that's dirty mouth and tongue on my as boy. The guy would alternate giving Justin his ass for a minute and then let him suck his dick for a minute after what was ten minutes, both their videos has stopped long ago the guy stuck his dick back through and told Justin to open wide and let him fuck his pussy throat and he fucked away for twenty full strokes and shot a load down Justin's throat as Justin coughed and gagged on his large load. In a deep voice with his dick still in Justin the guy aid, fucking swallow my man juice bitch. every drop. Justin pulled off the guys softening dick and and swallowed. The guy slide a card through the hole and it only had a number on it. You are a good whore boy, text me before you leave this both! I will you your services again and then he unlocked and walked out of the booth. Justin Held his card and licked his lips and tasted that mans cum. It tasted so good!
    2 points
  9. love2struggle: Funny that you've had chlamydia 3 x in a year whereas I get gono instead. gono 5 x in 20 months is my record.
    2 points
  10. You’re right, you really need to tell him, and you’re right again- you need to do it now. However, it’s probably not nearly so big a deal as you think. Chances are he’s also lying about his age, so you might well be looking at an age gap of less than 9 years anyway. Btw, 9 years is not a huge age gap in any case: my partner and I had 13 years between us, and I’m sure there are many couples on here with wider age gaps than that. Perhaps you can bring it up in a jokey kind of way. Ask him how old he is in real years, not Grindr years- and then that opens the door for you to come clean. You can always brush it off along the lines of, “Oh god, I’m terrible- I keep meaning to update my profile, but never get round to it- I keep forgetting that Grindr doesn’t do it automatically!” At any event, it looks to me as though both of you are fairly young. On here you have your birth year as 1988. Even if it is 1983, that still makes you a baby in your mid-30’s from where I’m sitting! For most people age becomes less important as you get older, so don’t lose too much sleep over it. Come clean next time you see him: if your budding relationship is worth anything at all, you’ll surmount this mini-hurdle with ease, and then wonder what you were worried about. And if it does turn out to be a problem for him, well, consider yourself to have dodged a bullet: better to find out now that he’s an arsehole than find out later after investing more in him.
    2 points
  11. My old buddy stopped by for dinner and a movie earlier. We ate and then watched the movie MA. I got distracted as he's grown his winter beard long, plus I know he has a beautiful 8" cock. I eventually leaned over to his crotch and began rubbing it. He looks at me and smirks, saying he knew I'd be wanting some of his cock. He unzips and I suck his cock and go down until my face is in his bush. He's not had head from me since I got dentures, and is surprised I can deep throat him so easily. He's moaning and telling me I shouldn't have waited until I was 50 to get my teeth removed. I'm surprised by how aggressive he is forcing my head up and down, and before I know it he's nutting straight down my throat. He holds my head on his cock and tells me to nurse it back to hardness by the time the movie is over so he can fuck me. Well, I spent the next 30 minutes with his cock in my mouth, and he was fully hard soon as the credits rolled. He turned me around, got my jeans lowered, and slid in my ass nice n slow. A steady fuck for 15 minutes and he blows his load in my ass. He just left a bit ago. I'm typing this as I watch the end of the movie again and his load is leaking outta my ass.
    2 points
  12. I'm an over 50 Bottom and I have younger guys who want to fuck me and get off on calling me Daddy. It's cool with me as long as they know that once in bed the roles reverse and they are the Daddies. Seems to really turn on some guys to dominate and breed an older Daddy. Works for me but not necessary and I don't prefer younger guys over men my age or older. Either is cool with me as long as they are masculine confident take-charge kinda guys.
    2 points
  13. I don't mind hooking up with vers guys, my main hesitation and annoyance is their constant need to flip. Vers guys tend to agree to one thing online and then when you meet in person all of a sudden want to change roles. It's annoying AF. I've had vers guys told me they were looking to bottom, but when we meet, they can't handle my dick and start trying to suggest that I should try bottoming for them. I'm like get the fuck out of here do you not know how to read???? It's like they don't understand that not everyone is like them. Some guys don't want to be fuck/ can only be fucked and don't want to top. Respect people's preferences. And know it's not being selfish being solely a bottom or s strict top it's who they are.
    2 points
  14. Trimmed is the best of both words, no unnatural looking prepubescent razor bump filled crotch and you don't have to pick long hair out of your teeth after every blowjob.
    2 points
  15. Justin felt like he needed more poppers or something, why did this guy not pull out now that he came. The longer he kept his fat dick lodged in Justin's hole the more it hurt. Then poppers were put under his right nostril and he inhaled deeply then the left. Still hurt but Justin kept doing it and after the sixth his boy pussy started to open up and the guy lodged in his ass said, fuck that pussy is hungry. You need more cum boy? I have been working up another load as your tight ass kept pulsing on my fat dick. You have not idea what your ass feels like, dude it is better than a pussy! Justin began to whisper fuck me please Sir, I need your cum Sir. Good boy, I love a cum hungry boy! Popper one more time and then the guy who stretched Justin's throat what seemed like forever slapped Justin's lips with his fat cummy dripping dick. Boy, hope you have learned hot to throat a dick, open that fucking mouth. Justin opened his mouth and the guy grabbed his head and shoved it deep on his dick and Justin had not even had time to take a deep breath. The guy started slow fucking his throat with deep thrust and he hard him him say he is ready and then the guy slapped the side of Justin head really hard his ear started to ring and Said Fucker you better not bite my dick or use your teeth as the guy fucking him started pulling almost all the way out and then slamming his dick back inside. Justin felt like he was being town in two, he grunted and moaned on the guys dick fucking his throat and he almost forgot he needed to breath. This went on for three minutes then the guy fucking his throat must have sensed that he was about to pass out and he pulled out long enough for Justin to gasp and then shoved his dick back in and started fucking his throat and four minutes later the guy fucking his ass shot again and shoved his dick deep in Justin and pulsed eight ropes of cum and then slowly pulled out. A minute later the guy fucking his throat shot down it and Just felt rope after rope draining down his throat. The guy pulled out and plugged Justin's nose and made him swallow. The guy in his ass pulled out and Justin felt so empty they both got dressed talking to each other but not to Justin. Then Just felt something really thick as his anus and lots of pressure and a minutes later a fat but plug slipped in Justin and it felt amazing. The guy did not say anything as the two guys talked all the way to to the door and then Justin felt his wrist being unfastened and the guy said, don't fucking move until you hear the door close. Two minutes later the door closed and Justin collapsed on the bed with his blindfold still on. Justin slipped off the blindfold and rolled off the bed. His ass was so full, he walked to the living room where the computer was up and he could see BBRT was up and Mark had been imming Dan the guy who put the butt plug in, he could see that was the last thing typed. Just read the IM's. Dan - Mark the kid is one horny little slut. Mark - I knew this one was gonna be a good one. Dan - Don't get me wrong the kid still needs training but he has started calling me Sir! Justin went to scroll down and the screen closed. Fuck, he quickly signed and and the im was gone. He looked for Mark and could not find him but there was a message from Mark. Hey boy, sounded like you were backing out so I sent my buddy Dan over to help you and make sure you gave up that pretty little whore ass of yours. Let me know how it went! Justin sat there and thought wow this was an amazing night and just about the time he was going to reply a private message came up. The message read: Need cum dump bottom for a party downtown on the weekend. Just a hot boy ready to take loads all night. Party favors will be given to the little slut who gets picked. Let use know if you would like to be in the running! You must be able to take large dicks and lots of cum! Justin felt his dick tingle but did not get hard and he started playing with it trying to get hard. Felt amazing but it was still soft. ........
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  16. Justin waiting nervous yet excited kneeling facing the bed. His jock framed his bubble ass and his hairless butt. Brad Marks new found buddy walked in and said good slut boy, that ass look pretty nice there. Bet that shit is hungry as he slipped between Justin and the bed and forced his cock deep in Justin's mouth. Damn boy, you are one hungry slut! Brad Spit on his hand and especially two fingers and started to rub the boys hole, Justin tried to squirm but the dick formed down his throat kept him in place and before long Brad slipped a finger and then two up Justin's tight ass. Fuck boy that is tight, you might be a virgin! My lucky night! Just thought, fuck he wants my ass. I had not planned on that tonight, Brand's fingers kept sliding in and out of Justin's ass and before long Justin was moaning and enjoying it. Fucking whore, Brad said, as he kept finger fucking Justin and involuntary moans kept vibrating on Brad's dick and this low moan escaped Justin's lips. Brad pulled his hips back and slid his dick out and his fingers and told Justin to get up on all four on the edge of the bed. Justin hesitated and Brad slapped the back of hid head hard and just quickly got into place. Just was still dizzy and his head hurt while Brad put a bottle under his noise and said inhale. WTF Justin thought, I do not do drugs nut quickly inhaled not wanting to get hit again. Brad moved it to the other nostril and he said whore inhale, Justin followed three more time so each nostril took three hits and then Brad put the cap on it and pressed Justin's face into the bed and spit three times on Justin's hole and then on his hand and lubed up his dick and started to press his dick into Justin and slowly he opened the kid up and Justin started to whimper and say you have a condom on right? Without saying a work Brad put a pillow over Justin's head and started to fuck him relentlessly. Brad called him a dirty whore, fucking cum slut and cock hungry queer before shooting a huge load in Justin. The popper's had warn off and Justin's ass was sore. Brad kept fucking the boy, Justin thought he would have stopped after cumming in his ass but Brad was working up another load and after another five minutes she shot another load into the boy. With that he lifted the pillow and bend down and whispered, little slut you know know what your hole was made for. Be ready in an hour a buddy of mine needs your little slut hole! Justin wanted to shake his head no but just stayed right there and waited as Brad pulled his dick out and he said Beautiful little whore cunt on you. You will be just like this when my buddy walks in and I text you. Then he slapped his head again and said, don't fucking make me hurt you boy. Do as your are told and you will have a great time! Leave my cum in your ass boy and I want you to text me after my buddy leaves! Do you hear me? Just said Yes, in a soft voice. Good little whore, then Brad slapped his ass and left the room and got dressed and Justin heard the door shut and eased himself off the bed and slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He text Mark and did not get a response and then fired up BBRT and send him a message. Justin wrote: Mark I sent you a text, in about 50 minutes another guy is going to be here to fuck me. I really was not ready to get fucked but your buddy who came over fucked me and came inside me twice and he is really rough. I am not sure what to do, I feel like I should lock the door and take a shower. I need to talk to you please hit me back. Justin text again 30 min later. Mark I only have 20 minutes, please tell your friend not to send his friend. Brad text Justin ten minutes later and said: Slut boy, you still have my cum in your cunt? Justin, Yes. Brad: That is Sir to you. Justin: Yes Sir. Brad: Good Whore Boy, you ready for more cum? Justin: Silence Brad: Boy do not make me come over there and hurt you. Justin: Yes Sir. Brad: Not that is my whore boy! Brad: My buddy just text he is five minutes away, go get on your bed in that jock, Take your phone. Justin: Yes Sir. (Justin's heard was beating hard and he legs were shaking) Brad: He just parked he is coming in. Justin: I am ready Sir. Justin heard the door open and close, then steps toward his room and then a belt, zipper and pants dropping. It was dead silent and then Justin felt a hand on his back and then a blindfold was slipped on. then the guy walked around got in front of Justin and it sound like he was texting on his phone and snapped a couple pictures. Then more pictures and texting from the rear and the guy pulled Justin's checks apart and said nice cummy hole boy. Then he felt the guy grab his angle and slip what felt like a thick angle bracelet and the the other ankle and then both wrist. It was then that Justin heard the door open and close. His first thought was that Brad, he hard steps toward the bedroom and then a guy undressing while the first guy tied his arms to the headboard. Then the first guy got in place and fed Justin his cock. Fat uncut cock, had to be eight inches. Justin began to suck on his cock and the other guy started to eat his cummy hole. Justin loved that feeling but thought fuck is that guy really eating cum out of my ass, the guy tongue fucked him and then pulled off, spit on his hand and he lubed up his cock and started to slide in. OMG Justin thought as this big dick tried to invade his cummy hole, Without poppers it hurt like hell, then the guy stopped and he felt a finger but if felt really sharp and then the finger pulled out and then another. Fuck that hurt and suddenly Justin felt relaxed and warm. The guy pressed his dick against Justin's hole and slowly pressed inch after inch in until all nine inches were inside Justin. Fuck that is some good whore pussy the guy fucking him said, slowly sliding all the way out and then driving back in and he fucked like this for ten minutes and then said greedy bitch wants my cum. Fucking take it bitch and with he shot his load in the boy. He pulled out and told Mike, I know know his name is Mike Justin thought, thank bud that was a great piece of ass. Text my buddy it was his turn! Mike said invite whoever you want. The door opened and closed and in walked a tall skinny white guy, he quickly dropped his pants and his dick was rock hard in no time had to be 10 to 11 inches. He spread Justin's legs further and slapped his thick dick on Justin cummy hole and then slide his cock slowly to the base. The guy fucking Justin's mouth pulled out and Justin gasped and moaned, whispered OMG, please fuck me, you feel so good and muck more. Most of it was inaudible but after two minutes of fucking the guy whit the magic dick show a huge load in the boy. The guy said dude, that is one fucking hot hole. I will be in back in an hour to drop another load. Then he pulled out and got dressed and headed for the door.
    2 points
  17. I usually jerk, but after I bust my slut lust goes away. Easy solution, just ordered the smallest chastity cage that I can cram my cock into. Can't wait to be locked up and used!
    2 points
  18. In the summer of 2010 I flew to Spain for a week in the sun. After a couple of days of debauchery in Barcelona, my boyfriend and I took a train to the seaside town of Sitges, which several of my friends had recommended to us. So I found myself on a train filled with many hot, sexy men. I'm 35, 5' 11", with short, buzzed, brown hair, a youthful face some facial hair that I've allowed to grow into a closely trimmed goatee. I have blue eyes and a solid build. I'm not particularly hairy, but my chest and stomach are covered with fur, which I keep it trimmed and neat, not shaved. My cock is cut, above average in size, and seems to be always hard. I would describe myself mostly as a vers bottom. I only bareback with my boyfriend, but will sometimes blow other guys outside of our relationship and even then I insist the guys wear a condom. My boyfriend of three years and I had the talk; the talk that gave each of us approval to play outside the relationship without any guilt. We also talked about how if we fucked or got fucked by anyone, we would always wear a condom. The afternoon we arrived at Sitges, I stopped at a sex shop and picked up some single-use lubes, a couple of condoms, and a bottle of poppers. That evening, around 12:00 AM, my boyfriend and I went to XXL. While it wasn't all that busy, the music was amazing, so we danced for a while and the place gradually filled up. There were muscle bears, bears, otters, twinks, the 'guy next door' type, in short, there were men of all shapes, ages, and sizes. After about an hour on the dance floor, my boyfriend disappeared, seemingly for ages. I figured he must be upstairs in the dark room. I've been to the odd dark room in my time, but mostly it's always been a lot of groping and a few blow jobs that haven't turned into anyone cumming, at least in me. Anyhow, I decided to see if I could find him, so off to the dark room I went. The narrow dark room was pitch black, and, as it turned-out, so packed with men that I found it difficult to navigate. While I could see some shadows, that was about it, so hands proved to be the only way of exploring. Not surprisingly most of the guys were wearing t-shirts, and I took the time to explore some well-developed, hairy chests. I also encountered several cocks, so while most of the guys seemed to be fully clothed, a fair number of the guys were nearly naked. One of the nice experiences was that I could pretty much feel anywhere and no-one pushed my hand away, whether I was exploring some guy's chest, his neck, the small of his back, or slide my hand into the waistband of a guy's pants. Many a guy would even wiggle a little so I could reach further in his underwear and feel his ass and crack. I was feeling a little drunk and guys were grabbing my ass. I walked along and this one particular guy grabbed the back of my belt and pulled me backwards towards himself. I let him pull me to him until I was standing directly in front of him, my ass pushed up against his crotch. His hands started roaming my chest, under my t-shirt, rubbing my nipples and rubbing my entire front and cock through my jeans. I was hard and he could feel it. He began to lick my neck, and almost involuntarily I reached behind my ass, the palms of my hands rubbing the front of his shorts. To my pleasure I found the top button of his shorts was already undone and the zipper was half down. He massaged my shoulders a little and whispered something Spanish in my ear. He was rock hard. I was able to lower the zipper a little lower and I reached into the front of his shorts. This seemed to be a invitation for him to reach down, unfasten my belt and fly and lower my jeans. I leaned forward away from him a little and he slowly pulled my jeans down and then my underwear, only pausing for a moment to grab my hard cock that sprang forward when he yanked down my pants. Other guys were still passing in front of me in this dark room that was more of corridor than a room, but other than the odd grab-and-rub of my cock, all the action was coming from the guy behind me. And let me say, he knew exactly what he was doing. I reached inside his underwear and felt a large, fat, uncut, dripping cock. Fuck, was he horny. I moved my hands so that my palms were facing and rubbing his furry belly. With one hand firmly and slowly jerking my cock, he pulled his shorts and underwear down, and they fell to his feet, so I kept exploring his body. With his free hand he began rubbing the crack of my ass, his firm fingers going right for my hole. They were rough and he was intent on trying to push a finger inside me. My pants were only partially lowered, certainly not quite at my feet, but I still had to lean forward to grab the small tube of silicone lube I had in my pocket. Retrieving it, I handed it to him. He flipped open the bottle and I thought he was going to rub some on his finger to lube my ass, but instead, he pushed me forward a little and he began lubing his cock. Obviously he thought I was giving him the green light to fuck me, but I wasn't. I didn't want him to fuck me without a condom. Not here, and not with a guy I didn't know or couldn't even see, but I was a little drunk and it was all happening pretty quickly and before I realized it, he was pulling me back towards him and his cock was lodged between my cheeks. His cock was really solid and his hands on my waist were strong and pulling me back on his cock, the head of his cock was pushing right for my hole now and I knew he was going to push it in. Raw. I thought for a second he was going to miss my hole but he didn't. I didn't want him to miss so I leaned just a little forward and then I felt him enter me. Slowly and firmly, my ass was stretching as he kept a firm hold on my hips. It felt fucking amazing. My mind was racing. I thought I either pull away now completely, or enjoy our session. I decided on the latter. I reached into my other pocket and fished out my poppers, but found I had to lean forward to reach down enough into my pockets because my jeans were now halfway down my legs. When I made this move, he pushed right in. All the way in. I could feel his pubic hair on my ass. His cock was inside me and he was holding me there, still for a couple of seconds, but not for long. His hands were on my waist and his cock was completely inside my ass. I opened the poppers and took a hit - a deep hit. He took the bottle from me, and I heard him take four deep hits, then he handed the bottle back to me, so I took another hit. Although I was now flying,and everything was a little out of focus, I could still feel the thump of the music and I could feel bodies pushing past us in the dark room. I was sweating and flying. He held onto my waist and pulled me on and off his cock, steadily, not fast, but with the serious intention to fuck me deeply. He straighten me upright with a few gestures, and then he began licking and sucking my neck, whispering in my ear, licking my ear. I tried to turn my neck and head so he cold kiss my lips. He took the hint and we kissed a little. I could feel stubble on his face. He was sweating, breathing heavily, and his tongue pushed into the corner of my mouth. As the position was very difficult on both of us, we stopped kissing and he placed his hands on my hips. I took the hint and began to rock forward and backward, slowly. I wanted him to enjoy my ass, so in my mind I was imagining that I was jerking him off with my ass, clenching and unclenching my ass muscles so he would not be able to stop fucking me before pulling out. He started a regular steady rhythm of fucking. I opened the bottle of poppers and took another hit, and he followed suit, taking several strong hits. The entire time I moved forward and backward on his cock. He was fucking me more deeply and I was completely enjoying the sensation of his cock inside my ass. As his fucking intensified, my mind was flying. All I could think about was what we looked like. What he looked like and what is cock looked liked pounding in and out of my ass. His fucking was taking on an animal like quality. I could hear him grunting. I reached down and grabbed my cock and started to jerk. He was pounding my ass so fiercely I thought I might bounce right off of it but he kept amazing control. I could hear the music of the club and I was loving every minute of the experience: the beat the music and the hot raw cock in my ass. I reached between my legs and I could feel his cock fucking my ass. I felt it with my fingers as it was pounding in and out of my ass. This must have driven him a little crazy because his fucking began to get harder and I could hear him grunting and his body started to spasm a little. He was cumming in me. I could feel him cumming inside me. He slowed down a little and then his cock popped out. Cum immediately ran down my leg. He turned me around and pulled me towards him, kissing me passionately. For the first time our cocks rubbed together. His was gradually going soft, even if it was sticky with his cum, but my cock was hard and pressed up against his. His hands grabbed my ass and he pulled me very tightly towards him. That was enough for me, and I came, shooting between our bodies and stomachs. He knelt down and licked my cum, taking my cock inside his mouth for a couple of seconds, sucking out the last couple of drops of cum from out of my cock. Then he stood up, pulled up his pants and said 'ciao' and disappeared. He was done, I was done, so I pulled up my pants and went off in the opposite direction, wondering if my boyfriend was also getting into some trouble. Anyone have any stories from some fun they've had in Sitges?
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  19. Slipitupme, you did it again. Blew a huge fucking load over that last chapter. You're such a fucking nasty [banned word]. A pig right out of my dreams.
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  20. Well over a thousand. I have been a bottom since about 17 yrs old. I have averaged well over 100 guys a year since then. And I'm 40 now. Hell, in one 24hr period in Key West 29 guys fucked me and left loads inside me
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  22. I'm sure for some guys that's what a daddy means to them, but my bills and rent are paid. I don't need a daddy for $$, I need a daddy for ===> ( o )
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  23. I find straight porn very exciting and as a total bottom I m really turned on by some straight porn stars. I find it more agressive, more intense and definitely harder than gay stuff. Do you watch straight porn and what performers do you like the most ?
    1 point
  24. Even more important then “to desire to please him out of respect....”
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  26. I prefer natural men
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  27. My bf was the first guy to fuck me bb. To this day he thinks I’ve made that up - I was way too slutty not to have done it before apparently. So I’m guessing he was ok with it - and I took it as a great compliment (at least the slut bit, not the liar). Like others have said quite a lot of guys like a slut - especially when it’s a surprise.
    1 point
  28. Another very hot start to a story where your boy is taking poz loads. Always turn me on so much!! Thanks again!
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  29. I can totally understand why Daddy would be off limits for makes complete sense. The problem is now the Daddy term is so stretched out and over used it really means nothing now. Before it was used for a man or a certain age and look. Usually mid 40's + and rugged. Now it's anyone with chest hair above the age of 21 (kids having kids lol) Since I've hit mid 30's been getting the twinks calling me Daddy. At first, I was a bit annoyed, because I was like I'm not that old and I look nothing like someone's father lol. But the more I thought about it, it bothered me less. The oddest thing is that now in my mid 30's I tend to hook up with older sub's and they usually start calling me Daddy. A bit odd since most are older than me lol, but I like using my boys hard but will still take care of them if their's any issue. So I guess Daddy can apply. To me using Daddy or boy is no longer an age specific term, but now more indicative of the position, role and type of play or relationship.
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  31. Writing this with a big load in my ass from a bearded thin stranger I met in toilets at rest area. The place was mostly empty, and we made eye contact at the urinals. I wagged my cock then went to a stall at the end and sat on toilet. He comes in about 5 seconds later and his 8" cock is hard and in my face. I suck him for a minute then stand and bend over toilet. He finds my hole fast, slides in slowly, then piston fucks me and cums in like 30 seconds. He leaves fast, and I just smile and drive home. Love impromptu fucks with strangers.
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  33. Being properly raped turns me on so hard! I remember as a Teenager, that scene in pulp fiction for me so fucking hard! I’d never even sucked a cock, but the thought of being tied up and raped was so hot. Would be so hot to be walking home late, drunk, and be dragged into an alley or the bushes... I’d struggle hard but be worn down. The resignation as my face gets pushed into the dirt, my jeans ripped down and some dirty filthy rapist fucks my arse...
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  34. I had finally crossed the line. I could not help myself. I got so frustrated with the guys wearing condoms. being ass up on the dark room fuck bench can be hit and miss most nights. I go to steam works as apps don’t work for me in the small city that I live in- likely not their type. Spending late evenings as an all-loads-taking cumdump on my knees on public display is so much easier in the sauna - hate standing around waiting. I often get raw cocks drop by but lately all the guys seemed to be wearing rubbers. I hate the feeling as it scratches and rubs my hole - much prefer raw cock. I was horny and needed cock and cum in my hole tonight. i peeked between my knees behind me and could make out shapes moving behind in the dark inspecting my hole. hands reached out to touch my ass, a few fingers reached in to finger my hole. In time a cock entered. I was relieved but pissed as he was wearing a rubber. I took several hits of amyl and matched his fuck rhythm-anything to tolerate this thick rubber cock. The fellow cumdump next to me on the fuck bench looked at me with envy but I was sore -not in a good way. when the top quickened his pace and I could feel the cock thicken I knew he was about to blow. I made a decision right then and there - I am getting his load. when the top blew his load I reached my hand under and gripped his cock. When he slowly pulled out i gripped onto the rubber making sure to milk the last few drops of cum into the tip. The top regained composure and walked away into the darkness. I was left on the fuck bench bent over holding a loaded condom in my hand. I held onto my trophy until I was able to find a dark corker, pushed the condom into my ass ring and squeezed all the contents in. Threw the rubber in the waste bin and sucked my fingers clean. load number 1. load number 2 from a young cub fucking my hole on the sling. Again I yanked the condom off his cock as he pulled. He made a quiet laugh as he watched me doing this - he could tell I wanted his load in me and what a desperate and shameless slut i am. again I emptied all the cum in my hole. i could not believe how desperate i have become. Anything for cum in my hole. perth steam works cumhole here.
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  35. Trump? Absolutely. More common sense to government, less nanny state regulation. Add to that the best economy since the early '80's and I proudly proclaim, another four years.
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  36. BTW, if anyone is having side effects in the hours after taking PrEP simply take it before bed. Then you'll sleep through the side effects.
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  37. When I awoke they were already out of bed. It must have been around noon judging by the angles of light I could see through the window. I could hear voices down the hall, so I wandered naked toward the voices. The plug was heavy against my prostate as I padded barefoot across the old oak floors. My morning wood stayed firm from the pressure of the plug and the leather cockring I still wore. "Oh, to be young and full of cum," Carlos said as I entered the room. "Look at that dick." He grabbed me by the balls and kissed me, then he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Let's go shower and get ready." "Yessir." "Such a good boy." His green eyes sparkled. "Chris and Nathan are meeting us down there. They already left for lunch. I'll show you wear the shower is." Carlos guided me down the hall to the bathroom. He put his large, calloused hands on my neck, cradling my head. I leaned in to kiss him, but he stopped me and pressured me to my knees. He wasn't hard. I rubbed my nose under his balls, applying pressure and massaging him with my face. I licked his balls and sucked on them. I tried to get both in my mouth, but they were too large. His dick swelled against my cheek as I worked his balls. My stomach grumbled loudly. "Oh, you are hungry," he laughed. "I guess I should feed you." He looked down at me and caressed my cheek with his hand, guiding my head back. His dick rubbed against my cheek as I tilted my head back and stared into his gorgeous eyes. I couldn't even tell what color they were because the shade of green seemed to brighten and darken with different lighting. His dick was at my lips. I stuck my tongue out to catch a drop of precum. It was saltier than a lot of cum I'd tasted, but not at all bitter. He pulled my hair until his dick hit the back of my throat and I couldn't breathe because my nose was shoved against his soft black pubes. He pulled my hair again, pulling me back so I could breathe again. We locked eyes again and he spoke, "Blink once for 'yes' and twice for 'no'." I kept sucking his dick rubbing my tongue along the shaft and head as much as I could despite his firm grip on my hair. "Did you lie to get into my party?" I blinked. He pulled my hair hard, pounding his dick to the back of my throat, this time much harder than before, making me gag on his dick briefly then pulling my hair back to release me again. "You are negative?" I blinked. He released his clutch on my hair and ran his fingers through my soft brown coif to the back of my head. This time he gently fucked my mouth for minute. The large head just hitting the back of my throat and oozing precum along my tongue as he pulled back until my lips were around the coronal ridge and I whipped my tongue around the tip sucking precum from his thick dick because I truly was starving and I needed it. He became forceful again, fucking my face so hard my nose was sore. I was gagging on his dick. Tears welling in my eyes as I struggled to breathe. And then he slowed. He ran his fingers through my coif again, "Allen told you this was supposed to be a poz-only load swapping party?" I blinked. "And you lied because you want to be poz?" I blinked. "You want my poz load in your mouth right now, don't you boy?" I blinked. He pulled my hair again, pulled his dick out of my mouth. He bent down and spit in my mouth. Then he continued to work his dick between my lips. He fucked my mouth gently and we stared in each other's eyes until he started to cum. He closed his eyes and leaned back. I kept my gaze up waiting for him to look into my eyes again. His load was thick like pudding on my tongue. Salty with a hint of molasses. I swallowed. His dick oozed loads of thick cum filling my mouth. I swallowed again. He leaned forward to meet my waiting gaze. My eyes must have sparkled through the tears because he ran his fingers through my coif again and remarked, "You're such a gorgeous slut." I kept my lips on his dick, gently sucking and working the head to get every drop. Carlos lifted me up off the floor and licked a bit of cum from my bottom lip. He plunged his tongue into my mouth and I knew exactly what I was supposed to do. I sucked his tongue until he pulled it out and bit my lip. He held my bottom lip firmly between his teeth applying enough pressure that it hurt. He gritted through his teeth, "You want to be my poz slut?" "Yessir." He bit down harder and pulled away splitting my lip open. His teeth were big and yellow, probably from years of smoking, although he didn't smell of cigarettes. He stuck his tongue out at me and bit down on the tip. I could see the blood beading up from his tongue and taste my own from my lip. Blood was just about to drip from his tongue when he pressed it to my bottom lip and licked. He gently licked my lips in a circular motion. Then we kissed. The taste of our blood mixing in my mouth as our tongues met and whirled. I couldn't control myself anymore, "I love you." He smiled. "Let's get cleaned up." We stepped into the shower together. He squirted a handful of lube from a bottle on the side of the tub and began to massage around my hole. He told me to squat and push and as I did he pulled the plug from my ass. A slimy mix of piss and cum whooshed out between my feet. "Good boy." He massaged my gaping hole with his lubed fingers. "I own you now. Anything you want you can have, but you must have my permission." "Yessir." He turned the water on and stood in front of me. The hot shower burned my back, just how I like it. I got down on my knees and kissed his dick. "Open your mouth, boy." He started to piss and I opened my mouth just in time to catch it. It was salty and mildly bitter with an odd musky flavor and a hint of maple that was confusing. I found it delicious and wanted more. "I want to be your urinal, sir. I want to drink all of your piss. I don't want you to waste it in a toilet." "Good boy." Carlos grabbed the steel douche from its holster and turned the knob. He cleaned my ass for me. It was strange being so vulnerable to another man. Luckily it wasn't too embarrassing as I hadn't eaten in more than a day and had cleaned out very deep in preparation for the night before. We were both hard, kissing, pressing our dicks together as he reached around and used the steel nozzle on my ass. "How many loads are you going to take this weekend?" He asked. "All of them, sir." He smiled, "Good boy."
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  38. Part 3 - Broken The room felt warmer, I was definitely sweating a bit, Paul was boring his tongue into my mouth and his cock into my asshole, a steady rhythm accompanied by the soft sound of his penetrations. He moved his lips from mine, licking his way to an armpit, then bathing my pit with his tongue, pushing against it, rubbing his scruff on that tender, sensitive skin. I was squirming beneath him, gasping, small sounds escaping, as he moved to the other side and did the same. My pits are supersensitive in the same way nips are on lots of other guys, and the way he was working them over was almost too much. Grabbing my upper arms, he pinned them down, settling his body on mine, using his heavier weight to keep me from wriggling so much. “Something wrong, faggot? Can’t control yourself?” He started slamming his cock into me, hard and deliberate. “No - nothing - just, shit, it’s crazy - I mean, this…” My voice trailed off, in my fucked up state I couldn’t put a sentence together. My whimpers resumed. He paused for a second, grabbed poppers, shoved them under a nostril. Obediently, I inhaled once, then again. My head started to spin, now my boipussy somehow was more open, even warmer. “You want my load in your cunt?” I just looked at him, the poppers had now made even speaking a challenge. Unexpectedly, he slapped me, more than lightly. Startled, I didn’t answer at first, then looked at him and nodded. Another slap, “What? Answer me.” “Yes, please, breed my ass, fucking mark my party hole.” “You’re such a fucking pigboy.” “Please.” He started to piston in and out off my hole, drilling in rough and deep, breathing harder. His face contorted, then came a torrent of abuse and cum. "Fuck! Yeah, you’re getting it! What all you whores want. Take my cum. Take it. This cunt is mine. You fucking slut!” Paul was pressing deep, forcing the sperm in, ramming his dick, I could feel the heat and wetness of his load start to seep around my ass lips. He bent down again and kissed, forcefully. The pace slowed, he was reveling in the sensations of my open hole, his cum, the warmth, the conquest. We made out, then he rose up off me, pulled all the way out except for the head, used his finger to trace the outline of my asshole, stretched wide with his cock. Took some of his seed on his fingers, fed it to me, roughly moving his fingers inside my mouth. I sucked them clean. I had lost any sense of control. Of my body, emotions, any ability to do anything except obey and be used. I was broken.
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  39. Exactly! The irony is that the tops think they're just using us but really we just want the sensation of their cocks fucking us and then that warm cum in our holes, once they've given us that they can get off, get out, and let the next spermdonor in 😈
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  40. Part 2 - Clouds Paul handed me the pipe, found the torch, lit it, just the hissing sound itself turns me on. He put the flame to the bowl as I rolled it slightly, watching the white vapor develop and then began a slow inhale. I held it for a few seconds, enjoying the full, hot feeling in my lungs, before shotgunning it into his mouth. We traded the smoke back and forth a couple of times before letting it dissipate around us as we began to kiss, wrapping tongues and lips. Another hit for me, then he did one, we traded hits and saliva for a while, engaged in that passionate, intense making out of tina shotguns. My last hit, he didn’t want any, so I bent down and engulfed his hard cock in my mouth, letting the smoke swirl around it as I gently blew it out, then sucked him. Paul groaned. I could taste his precum, he was leaking quite a bit. I did one more pull, then administered another smoke and suck. “How about some g? I haven’t had any yet.” “Sure, that’d be great.” He got up and grabbed a bottle off an upper wall shelf and started to prepare the drug. As he did that, I leaned back onto the pillows and took in the room. It was older, a bit worn, but clean and he was keeping it neat. Clothes were folded or on hangers, towels stacked, luggage standing in a closet. Some bottles of soft drinks in one spot on a side table next to the mini fridge, everything was organized. A good sign, he was not a tweaking mess and we would not have the too frequent party situation when you can’t find a damn thing for all the clutter. As I watched him, I could feel my head and body buzzing from the t. My body was warm, slightly sweating. His stuff was good, that was sure. Paul handed me a glass full of Gatorade and drank his down, I did the same except just half. That’s how I like to take it, not all at once, to see how it affects me before I take the rest. Paul was at the tv and his laptop, browsing through some porn. “What do you like?” “Groups, interracial, gang bangs, whatever you want, I’m not that particular. Any pnp is hot, but I know there aren’t a lot where it’s explicit. I do like it when you can tell that the guys are high.” He settled on a longer one, a gang bang, then moved next to me on the bed. “I could taste your precum, wow you have a lot.” I reached over and rubbed the tip of his dick, massaging the liquid around his frenulum. “I don’t get much at all. Although I did find a way to make it happen, wanna see? It’s kinda strange.” “Sure, actually I like the way you're so open about what you want . Show me!” Reaching to the floor, I rummaged in my bag and took out a small, empty fleet enema bottle. As I reached for the pipe and torch, Paul said “Oh, I know this. Clouds up the ass.” “Nope, I’ve done that, this is something different.” I inhaled, held it in while I set down the pipe, squeezed the air out of the bottle, then exhaled into it. The plastic expanded, the white cloud trapped inside once I placed my finger over the tip. The rest of the hit I blew toward my cock. Carefully, I inserted the tip into my piss slit, then slowly squeezed, short bursts, the smoke entering my cock, hot, stimulating, some slight pain but very enjoyable. “Holy shit, I’ve never seen that before! What’s it feel like? Do you get high off it?” “I don’t think it gets me high, but it’s intense, a bit of pain but feels good at the same time.” I replied. "The perviness of it is a mind fuck, too. Plus it makes me precum.” Demonstrating, I removed the enema tip and rubbed my cock head, releasing a stream of precum. He reached over, rubbing it. “Man, that’s real crystal dick!” We both laughed as he continued to touch me. My penis was limp, tiny, and my balls matched them, a small sac pulled up against my body. “You ever do three ways or groups?” was his next question. “Oh yeah, those are great, I’ve been gang banged a few times, too. Those were a lot of fun. I love an audience.” “I do, too. I’d love to watch you get fucked.” “I might be able to get someone here if you’re up for it. Want me to try?” “Sure, can you show me who you have in mind?” I opened my phone and signed in to a couple of sites, hunting for a regular that I had been messaging the last couple of days. I knew he had just got in to town, but he hadn’t been sure of his schedule. Sure enough, I found him online and showed his profile to Paul. “Nice! Does he party?” “Yes, he’s a top, gets kinky, too, really likes to be a dom with me.” My bud, Joe, was early 60’s, good body and a cock that was close to 8 inches. “What do you think? Invite him?” “Yes, ask him.” I tapped out a message, explaining what was up and included the address. In less than a minute my phone pinged with his response, “So my little faggot needs more cock? I’ll be there in about 45 minutes, maybe an hour.” When I told that to Paul, he laughed again and started to rub my taint, then fingered my hole. “I want to fuck this pussy first, you’re using my supplies so I get to open you up.” Rising to his knees, he yanked my head to his now soft dick. Taking all of him, I sucked and tongued him to a quick erection. He pushed me onto my back again, lifted my hips up and positioned pillows, pulled off my jock, then arranged my legs apart and back. My ass was elevated, my boihole was exposed. He dropped down and started to rim me. “Oh, man, that’s fucking awesome,” I started to moan, even writhe a bit, as his tongue first explored the area around my hole, then, after what seemed many minutes of pleasure, he started to tongue fuck me. Stroking my tina dick, which was hyper sensitive with all the clouds I’d inhaled and inserted into it directly, I continued to moan, telling him how fantastic his oral skills felt. Stopping, he rose up and positioned his cock at the entrance to my hole, then plunged in, going all the way in one single stroke. “Man, fuck, your cock feels so good inside me!” I was starting to babble a little, drugs and physical sensations crashing over me. “Your hole is so fucking warm, I can’t believe how open it is.” Paul started to fuck me, slowly, then quick and hard, varying the tempo while staring my face, gauging my reaction. After a good 15 minutes of pounding, he paused, still hard inside me, then held the glass containing the rest of the g to my lips. “Drink it” he ordered. Putting the glass down, he picked up the pipe and got the torch going. As soon as vapor formed, he put it to my mouth, still keeping the flame going. “Take it.” I complied, filling my lungs. He handed me the enema bottle, and I understood what he wanted next. Cloud into bottle, then into my cock. As I did that, he kept still, watching, his hard dick pulsing within. Once I had finished, he resumed fucking, staring hard into my eyes. I whimpered a bit, it was all a little overwhelming, the amount of pleasure a sensory overload. “You like how a real man’s cock feels, pussyboi? You like it in your boicunt?” “Yes, oh fuck, man, don’t stop.” “You really are a little meth whore, aren’t you.” “Yes, fuck, I know.” Bending down, he spit on my face. I let out a sound, a whimper, yelp and moan all in one, at the abuse, and the recognition. Paul thrusted harder and faster. “Say it. Say what you are.” “Faggot. I’m a fag and a pussyboi.” “What else?” “A meth whore.” Once again, spit hit my face, then a light slap. The fucking continued, hard, my hole totally open and wet. Totally needing his dick inside me. Again, he bent toward me, but this time he kissed me, and we started to make out. This was turning into one hell of a drug-fueled hate fuck and I was falling into a state of total submission.
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  41. Chapter 20 Brandon The next month went much the same way. I would meet Scotty for our morning runs and at least three or four times a week I'd follow him home for a mutual sucking session. He'd always play with my hole as he was blowing me each time going in a little deeper. I found I really liked it, which scared the shit out of me. I could tell Scotty was trying to be patient with me. He never said a word but I knew he was getting frustrated that I wouldn't let him fuck me. So I did what every mature grownup does, I started avoiding him. Hey don't judge, I'm only 19. It had been about a month since my last blow job. I was horny as hell and I really did miss Scotty. I hadn't seen him in so long but was embarrassed for avoiding him. He'd texted me a couple times and at first I responded that I was too busy but then I just started to ignore him so of course he stopped texting. I felt really guilty but at this point I didn't know what to do. One of the best parts of my job was getting to know Matty. Even though we worked in different offices he'd been really helpful in showing me the ropes of working in a medical office. I loved how irreverent and funny he was, not to mention we were closer in age and he was hot as hell. It was officially 30 days since my last blow job and my right hand just wasn't cutting it. Matty and I had been eating lunch together every day. He'd come over and we'd eat in my office's small break room. I offered to go to him but he said their break room was being used for storage so there wasn't room. I just needed to check out my last patient of the morning then it'd be time for lunch. He was an older guy, I'd say about Scotty's age but not nearly as hot. I was making his follow-up appointment when I noticed he had the same tattoo on his wrist that uncle Pete and Scotty had. He saw me staring at it and asked, "you like my tat son?" "Oh, yea it's nice." "You got yours yet?" "Ahh, not yet sir." "Well, if you ever want a dose of my venom just let me know. I love sharing the gift." What the fuck! I just nodded, he smiled and left. I'd never really given that tat much thought but between Scotty's comments and that last guy it got me thinking. I had a little time before Matty was due so I jumped onto google to do some research. Working in a doctor's office I at least knew the tattoo was a biohazard symbol. What I didn't know was why anyone would want that permanently on their body, even if it did look really hot. I typed in biohazard tattoo meaning and my mouth hit the floor when I saw the result. Fuck me! Did that mean that guy, Scotty and my uncle were all HIV positive? That would explain Scotty's lecture about gifting and never wasting cum but damn that was a lot to digest. So of course that's the exact moment Matty walked in. "Hey cutie, how's your Wednesday going?" I quickly closed the web page and smiled at him, "it's been good yours?" "You look guilty, what were you just looking at," he asked with a wicked grin on his face. "Ahh, oh, nothing. I was just doing a bit of research." "Hmm, sure you were. Anyone ever tell you, you turn bright red when you get embarrassed?" "Scotty tells me that all the time," I responded guiltly, realizing I hadn't seen him in a month. "Come on let's eat, I'm starving." I got up and lead him to the break room. He caught his breath and I stopped and turned back to face him. "Well whatever you were researching, it seems to have gotten you rather excited," he said staring right at my crotch, which left absolutely no doubt whatsoever that I was rock hard. Well fuck me! "I, umm, yea, I, umm." "Yep, fucking adorable." He patted my ass and walked into the break room. He sat down and said, "okay, spill it, what's got you so horned up?" "Nothing, really it was nothing." "Right, if your cock was any harder it would have ripped out of your pants." I blushed even more. "I was just seeing what a tattoo meant." "Uh ah, and just what's this mysterious boner inducing tattoo?" He was really enjoying my discomfort. "The biohazard symbol," I answered quietly. "Well it's about fucking time!" "Wait, what?" "Scotty has been patiently waiting for you to pull your head out of your ass and realize your one of us." "I'm sorry, what?" "Come on Brandon. You're a smart boy, you know what I'm talking about." He reached over squeezed my hard cock, unzipped my pants, pulled my dick out and swallowed me whole. I was so horned up I shot my load in seconds. Then, without even thinking I took Matty's cock out and went to town. "Yep, you're nothing but a slut like the rest of us. It's time for you to aknowldege your place among us, stop being such a coward, take a dick up your fucking cunt and join your true family." With that he'd started cumming, and before I knew what was happing I was shooting my second load all over the floor. Damn! I had never shot a second load so fast. Matty patted my head, zipped up his pants, grabbed his lunch and said, "you know what you need to do. Scotty's been more than patient with you. If I were him I'd have taken your cherry weeks ago." He looked me straight in the eye and said, "stop pussyfooting around and embrace your destiny." With that he grabbed his uneaten lunch and left the room. I spent the rest of my lunch break in a state of aroused shock. I spent the next two days in even more of a haze. Matty didn't come over for lunch either and all I could think about was getting fucked by Scotty, taking his deased cum deep inside my ass. I mean I'd already swallowed his loads countless time, wasn't this just the next logical step. I watched lots of barebacking porn and consistently shot the biggest loads when the guys fucking had biohaz tats. I even watched videos on how to clean out to make sure I would be properly prepared to take a dick up my ass. I was still nervous as hell but if I didn't get fucked and fucked soon I think I was going to lose my sanity. So Saturday morning I made sure I was cleaned out, put on my old running shorts that left nothing to the imagination and headed out to change my life forever.
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  42. After Shawn shared his toxic load, Rik left the PEP pills on the bedstand - the three that were soaked in Rik’s cum and the other three. Rik got cleaned up, and then the Brad and Justin tended to adult responsibilities around the apartment … there was stuff that had to get done, so they did it. When it was bedtime and the three studs were climbing in bed, Justin noticed the PEP pills were still on the bedstand. “Rik, don’t forget to take your meds. Your PEP window is closing fast.” Brad said, “You’re not going to take them, are you?” Rik pulled them close and said, “It doesn’t make sense for me to fight something I really want. I want your infection more than anything on this earth. Brad, please stop your meds, like Justin did. Both you guys can let your viral load climb to toxic levels. I want to seroconvert from your poz cum. Will you guys do that for me?” Brad looked at Rik and said, “I’ve secretly always wanted to poz you. From the moment we got together, I wanted to share my DNA with you and convert you. I only took meds to be undetectable because you were neg. I didn’t think you would be ok with me getting a biohazard tattoo, and that’s only reason why I don’t.” Justin said, “Brad’s no lying. He told me many times after our support group meeting that he fantasized all the time about sharing his infection with you, but didn’t want to lose you.” Rik said, “It’s settled then. If Shawn’s load converts me, that’s fine. But I want you guys to breed me as much as you can until I do convert. I want your disease.” Brad’s cock was rock hard hearing this from his boyfriend. He said, “Then we have work to get done. Get on your back and let me in.” While Brad was working his cock inside Rik’s battered hole, Justin was lying alongside the boys, making out with Rik. Justin tweaked Rik’s nips and said, “Once you convert you need to get your nipples pierced. Deal?” Rik could just nod his head in agreement. Justin continued, “You need a tattoo as well to celebrate your big decision too.” Brad said, “He has to earn his biohazard, let’s not jump the gun.” Justin said, “Rik is such a fucking pervert, he got off when we wrote “Neg4Poz” “Cum Slut” and “Poz Me” in magic marker on his back. My vote is he gets a tattoo on his back saying “Poz Loads” and then have an arrow point down to his asshole.” Brad said, “Fuck … you’re going to make me cum!” Rik said, “Come on, stud. Breed your poz cum into me!” It was then that Brad shot the first poz load into his boyfriend that was meant to actually transmit his virus. As his load boiled in his nuts and started to inject Rik, there was no feeling of concern about Rik’s future. The goal of this orgasm was to spread his disease to his boyfriend. He thrust his hips against Rik’s hole like never before. He was fucking him with new purpose. Justin shared that same purpose, and he was next to fuck Rik that night. Seroconversion couldn’t come fast enough for these three boyfriends.
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  43. I was taught to learn that my pussy was my sex organ and never allowed to touch myself and I got very used to it and that is the way it now is. I very rarely get hard getting fucked, find very few tops that fuck me have any interest in my cock and I like it like that. I am there to c onceentrate on my tops' needs and service their cocks and take their seed. my total enjoyment comes from them filling me with their cock and seed.
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  44. I was certainly taken aback the first time someone called me Daddy in my mid 40’s. I had always looked quite a bit younger than my years. That was beginning to change in my 50’s, as family issues carved lines in the face that weren’t going away. And the damn hair kept receding… So I shaved my head. I embraced my age and all that went with it. My confidence soared—and hook-up potential doubled. I think in my leather-ish world of playrooms, Daddy has a much deeper mark of respect. I hear it almost always used for an older top. Boys of all ages come to Daddy when they want to be fucked ‘right’. They want a man of experience. They want a man of sexual ability–and agility. They want a teacher. I am proud to be that Daddy.
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  45. Whilst we'ed been talking I heard the front door open a couple of times and footsteps in the changing room and then going up the stairs. I left Sid reading his paper and levered myself off the chair, aware of the cool spunk coating my cheeks. Upstairs, I ignored the sauna as I heard voices in the small TV room off on the other side of the landing. There were three guys there, much older than me watching the TV. One sat in a threadbare sofa on one side and the other two on another sofa on the other side. They were real trolls with sagging tits, spindly legs and old, lined faces. There was a porn movie playing with a couple of twinks fucking in a bedroom. "Nice cock on that lad." Said one as the camera zoomed in to show the heavy cock sliding into an arsehole. "Not bad," Said another. "Got a good technique, too." They could have been discussing football or something for all the casualness in their voices. "Alright matey?" The one on the sofa on his own smiled at me reavealing a mouthful of bad teeth. "Why dontcha sit here?" I sat down beside him, conscious that he smelled of body odour, and noticing his hand tugging idly at his cock had dirty fingernails. The others were watching the porn, wanking each others cocks as they moved on to taliking about some new housing estate being built. "Been before?" Asked the old man next to me. "Nope" I said. "First time. Been here a couple of hours" He cackled. "Yeah and I bet Bill or Sid have been up you by now - they don't hang about!" I blushed and nodded. "Both of them." He interrupted the other two. "Dirty bastards have fucked our friend here already!" They laughed and one of them, with rings through his sagging tits and a paunch hanging over his heavy cock gestured me over. "Let's have a look,then." I stood and went over. He turned me round and I bent forward, allowiing his scaley fingers to spread my cheeks and probe my hole. "He's wet, alright. Carrying a bellyful of dirty spunk, I reckon." The other man next to him was very thin and wasted looking with heavy veins on his arms and legs and a fat erection sticking up from his lap. "I need a fuck," He announced. "Once I get off, I can relax a bit." They pulled me onto the sofa between them, getting me to kneel on the cushions and rest my arms on the backrest. Lube was rubbed roughly over my hole, and then the wasted man got off the sofa and got behind me. Without any warning, he slid his cock into me making me gasp with the size of it, but the lube and spunk in my hole allowed it to slip in easily enough. "That's better," I heard him say as he started to thrust into me. The other two ignored us and began a conversation about the news whllst next to them I was being fucked by this disgusting old man. "Ahhh... " he said to the other two. "That feels better. Just need to empty my balls and then I'll hit the sauna." He hadn't even acknowledged me but now I felt his thrusts becoming urgent. For all he cared, he was fucking a piece of meat just to get off. "Yeah...he gasped. Here it comes!" With that he collapsed on my back, shuddering and grunting in orgasm as he shot his load up my insides. After a while, he got heavily off me, pulling his cock out brutally and said. "Right, see you later" to the other two. Then he left. I just knelt there gasping and embarrassed, spunk now dripping over my balls and onto the cushions. "Look at all that spunk!" Said the one with the tit rings. "Reckon Arthur gave him a bellyful that time!" I looked over at them, my face flushed with lust. The man with the tit rings stood up and held his heavy cock in his hand. "You do know you've been pozzed, dont'cha mate?" I nodded and just knelt here. He grinned and for the first time I saw the dark blotches on his skin and the sores on his lower legs. "Good, So you won't mind another bellyful of poz babies then, will you? With that he got behind me and began to slide his fat cock slowly, deliciously into my rectum. "Hold still, darling and let's see if we can get you pregnant today." He whispered as the other man laughed in the background.
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  46. 6. Jason As I held out the glass pipe and lighter for him, Nathan looked at me quizzically. "Huh?" he asked me. "It's your turn," I said. "You need to smoke more, and I'll take the pictures now." Reluctantly, Nathan handed me his camera. "Just frame it, and press here," he said, indicating the shutter release. I already knew how to use the camera, but I didn't want to bother him by saying anything. With his hands now free, he took the pipe and lighter from me. I was able to properly hold the camera. While he was swapping the pipe and lighter between his hands, I took some pictures of him. I had been staring at Nathan for several days, seemingly memorizing every hair on his face, every muscle in his chest, every vein on his cock. But tonight, looking through the viewfinder, I was seeing him for the very first time. He seemed new and different in a way I had trouble articulating. Even though I had several loads inside of me, I was still so turned on by his raw masculinity that my ass started to itch again. It wasn't going to be long before I needed to have him inside of me again. For the first time, I noticed that he had a few bits of grey in his goatee, and there were the slightest hints of lines around his eyes. I wondered how I had missed those details before, and with a bit of shock, I realized I didn't even know how old he was. He was older, but I had never even asked. I was about to say something, but before I could open my mouth, Nathan put the pipe to his mouth. He held the flaming torch under the bowl. I took pictures as he heated up the bowl, inhaled the vapor, and then exhaled the cloud. "Again," I said. I wanted him just as high as I was. "Bossy boy," he said, smiling. But he did what I said, and took another hit off the pipe. This one was longer and deeper than the one before; it was obvious from the giant cloud he exhaled. As he put the pipe back to his lips a third time, he said, "Let's share this one." He kneeled down in front of me and our faces were level with one another. I was staring right into his green eyes, and remembered the power they had exerted over me the first time I saw him. I would have done anything just to see them again. And, so far, I had done almost everything to keep him: he had fucked me raw, he had shot his poz cum in me, he had whored me out to his friends, and even now he was getting me higher than I had ever been before. Another hit of crystal was small compared to what had already happened. "I'd like that," was my only response, exhaling and emptying my lungs for his cloud. He did a long hit, longer than any of the others and emptied the bowl several times. He grabbed the back of my head, pulled me in close, and exhaled all of it into my mouth. I sucked his cloud in, feeling his drugs and his breath, as they became my drugs and my breath. Even though his raw cock had been inside me, even though now his sperm was swimming inside of me, and even though his virus was plotting its stealthy attack on my body, this sharing of breaths was a new intimacy for us. The shotgun turned into a kiss and Nathan put the pipe down on the bed table. His hand traced down my smooth chest, across my stomach, before finding my cock. The crystal had rendered it weak, soft and impotent, but I didn't mind it at all. Michael had used my tina dick as a source of power over me, but with Nathan, my soft rod had turned into a celebration of Nathan's masculinity. My limp cock was my special gift to him, a way for us to stay focused on what was critical and important: Nathan's unprotected, uncovered, raw manhood entering me, his powerful orgasm filling me with toxic cum, and his deadly disease infecting me. Another night, hopefully very soon, my cock would be hard and erect, bursting with toxic sperm, and it would be my turn to penetrate Nathan. Nathan rested his hands on my hips to pull me closer to him. Neither of us had breathed out the crystal cloud and his tongue was still exploring my mouth. His hard cock was pressed against the inside of my thighs. Relentlessly, it seeked out my wet hole. "Please?" I asked, stopping our kissing just long enough to speak. A bit of the white cloud escaped as I begged Nathan to fuck me. "Of course, boy," he said. He pulled away, and exhaled. Even though he had given me the bulk of his hit, he still had a respectable cloud. I followed his example, and blew the smoke right into his face. "Hot, boy," he said. He took the camera from me, and put it next to the glass pipe on the bed table. Then he pushed me back onto the bed, and climbed on top of me. "I need to be inside you again," he said. Between my legs, his hard cock was searching for the wet opening into my body. I grabbed my ankles to give him better access to my hole. "I want you inside me too," I said. "Your raw cock inside of me feels like nothing else I've ever felt before." He ran one hand over my chest; I was sweating, a combination of anticipating getting fucked again and the additional kick of the crystal hitting me. "Are you ok, my Jason?" he said. The way he said "My Jason" sent a chill down my back. So badly, I wanted him to want me, even to need me. I hoped I wasn't reading too much that statement, taking it as a confirmation of his parallel need. "I'm good," I replied. "I'll be better with your cock inside me. And much better when your precum dripping into me." "Need more of my sperm? My virus?" he asked, as he lined the tip of his cock up with hole. It was now very well-used, bordering on sore. But that hardly mattered when it was Nathan wanting to fuck me. "Fuck yeah, Nathan. You know that." Nathan grabbed the bottle of poppers from off the bed and handed it to me. "Big hit for me, boy," he said. I held them under my nose. I breathed in deeply, first one nostril, and then the other, and then back to the first one. "Give it to me," he said before I could put the lid back on the bottle. He replicated my actions, inhaling deeply three times from the little brown bottle. "Ready?" he asked. We both knew what he was asking. Right as I nodded in agreement, I felt my face flush from the poppers, and at the same time, his cock began to press into me. He filled me up again with his hard shaft. My eyes rolled back, and I moaned in pleasure. All I focused on--all I could focus on--was my hole, and the way his cock slowly penetrated and filled me. This time, the sex was slower and more intimate than earlier in the evening. There was no longer the frantic need for him to get off, and we could take the time enjoy the journey. As I felt his skin against my skin, I remembered how dangerous yet intimate this was for me. There was nothing between his poz cock and my fertile hole. As we both rode the waves of poppers, it was hard for me to tell where he stopped and I began: he had gotten so deep into me and his cock fit my ass so perfectly it was like we were two parts of the same person. Nathan clearly felt the same way; he leaned in and whispered, "It feels like we're one," before he started to kiss me deeply once more. Even with our intimate connection, it still took us a while to find our rhythm. It had turned into a very slow fuck, with Nathan's cock just barely rocking back and forth inside me. He massaged the thick pools of deadly cum from all the men into my body, all the while, he held on to me tightly. His furry chest was pressed against mine and our lips and tongues stayed entangled the entire time. It seemed like the night had stopped, but yet every time I looked at the clock, only about thirty minutes had gone by. Soon, we were in the depths of the night, as first eight, then ten, midnight, and almost too soon, one AM ticked by. The entire time, Nathan's cock stayed inside me, dripping pre-cum, exploring my hole, and leaving faint traces of his virus inside me. Every so often, we would stop, just long enough to hit the pipe again together, pour a little more lube onto my hole, have a sip of water, and maybe switch positions. Sometimes, while fucking, we would be kissing. Other times we were just quiet. The best times were when we would whisper in each other's ears our hopes and dreams plus our experiences and fantasies. I was amazed, and, honestly, at times jealous, of what Nathan had done. As the night wore on, fueled by the drugs and our growing trust in each other, our fantasies became more explicit, more personal and more dangerous. Buried in my hole, Nathan's cock would get hard when I told him what I was willing to do. The barriers between us had been lowered significantly. I found myself opening up to Nathan in ways I had never been able to tell another man. In a quiet moment of the night, I found myself telling him how I had jerked off thinking about getting infected. "Why do you want it?" he asked me. "Before I met you?" I asked. "Or now?" "Both," he said. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, and then slid it back into me. I could feel the pools of toxic spooge pressed deeper into me, where soon enough, they would get absorbed into my body, and hopefully give me what I needed so badly. "Honestly?" "Of course," Nathan said. "No secrets now. No secrets ever." "The thought of crawling on top of a neg boy, of sliding my cock into his hole, of fucking him hard and breeding him. It's such a hot thing to be able to do. And knowing that I am infecting him, it's a fucking power trip." "It is," he said. "Especially with the right neg man, it can be amazing experience. And the best way to get to know a man." He stroked my face, and then gave me a kiss. "Like no other experience in the world." He stared at me, and I tried not to get lost in his hazel eyes. "And now?" he asked. "You," I said. "I want this to be how we get to know each other. How I get a part of you forever." "You'll always have a part of me," Nathan said. "And I'll make sure that my virus is in your blood." "Thank you," I said. His cock was deep in me, dripping his pre-cum into me. It was hard to tell if he was defiling my hole with his toxic virus, or anointing it with his precious fluids. They were two sides to the same coin. "Do you want to spread it?" he asked. "Help others feel as good as you do?" I had to think a moment. I knew what he was asking me, what I was signing up to do. I had safer sex drilled in my head since middle school. Not that I had followed it very well: raw man cunt was felt far too good to spoil with sheaths of rubber between my cock and the bottom. But now, Nathan was proposing a step further. To seek out negative men fuck them raw, to infect them, and make sure it would take. Despite the drugs, my cock twitched and started to grow. Nathan stroked it. "I think your cock is telling me everything I need to know," he said. "Yeah, I think it is. I do want to." I remembered what Thomas had said earlier in the day. "And I know Thomas is into it as well" "I know," Nathan said. "He's asked me a few times. Never sure how I feel about it. But..." he started, and then stopped. "But?" I asked. "I think I'd do it with you. Having a boy to share between us. To infect." "It would be nice," I said. Nathan pushed his cock into my hole again. He more than filled me up, and my dick dripping in pleasure. "And you? What do you want?" "You really want to know?" I nodded. I was learning much about Nathan in this quiet morning time. Our inhibitions were gone, and we were purely creatures of pleasure. We were creatures of a common depraved flesh, feeding off the inscrutable darkness of drugged-up, male sex. "Ok," he said. But rather than saying anything else, he grabbed the pipe and torch from the bed table. "This will need some help." I nodded, wondering what dark fantasy he had that required added assistance from the crystal. I worried that it would be too dark, too much for me, and I would have to tell him no. I worried because that I knew that tonight, I wouldn't be able to tell him no. I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to deny Nathan something he wanted, but tonight, it would be particularly impossible. "Ok?" he asked me. I nodded again, feeling how hard his cock was inside me. He stuck the pipe in his mouth, pursing his lips around the glass stem. He flicked the torch and held the intense blue flame under the bowl. Subjected to the heat, it didn't take long for the crystals to crackle, melt and begin to smoke. He started to inhale, emptying the bowl and filling his lungs. Even while getting high, he looked beautiful to me, a stocky, hairy, muscular body, his manhood buried deep and raw in my ass, and him sucking down the drug that would make him even wilder. Finally, his lungs were full, and he pulled out his pipe. He offered it to me, but I nodded no. My head was spinning a bit, and I needed to slow down. If I ever needed it, the pipe would be right beside me. "Damn, that is nice," he said, exhaling a thick cloud. It momentarily engulfed his head, before drifting down and blocking my view. As it dispersed, I saw him above me, his eyes glassy and a smile on his face. "So," I said. "What do you want?" He was quiet for a moment. His cock was rock-hard, lodged deep in my hole and dripping. Whatever he was thinking about, it was keeping him hard. I wanted to be able to satisfy him, to make him that hard again. I was clenching my ass in terror, wondering what he wanted to do. "I want to see you get raped," he finally said. "To see man after man ram his cock into you. To hear you beg for them to stop, to go slower, and to be gentle, when you know that it has only just begin. To see their cum dripping from your smooth tight hole. And to hold you at the end, my cock in your hole, and tell you how proud I am of you." Hearing that, I relaxed. It seemed so simple and so easy: all I would have to do is get fucked by a few guys. It would be like this afternoon. Maybe even better, since Nathan would be there for me. It wouldn't be just me and an ass like Michael. I smiled and nodded. "I'd do that for you." Nathan grinned. I continued. "Just make sure they are hung big, and fuck hard. And that I'm as high as I am now." "You'd do that? For me?" Nathan asked. "Yeah, right now, I'd do anything for you," I said. "Really, I'd do anything." I glanced at the clock. It was now nearly two AM. It had gotten quiet outside. Time was now marked only by a very occasional siren in the distance or the sounds of people walking home, drunk and happy, from the bars. It was the crystal driving us now, the man behind the curtain for our every action and though. I wondered how many mistakes I had already made this weekend. I had just said I'd let strangers use me. Even if I begged them to stop. But maybe that was what I really wanted, because the idea, even after Michael, didn't scare me. The pressing questions seemed to be when that fantasy would come true. "There's so much I want to do with you. I don't want you to be held back by anything." His cock was harder and buried deeper than he had ever been. "You think it's been holding you back? I mean, the fear of HIV. Of AIDS. Of dying." The only thing keeping me from freaking out was the stable presence of his tool inside me and the calming nature of the steady stream of pre-cum he was dripping into me. "In the part, it had been," I said. "But now, I want it. I want it so badly. To be infected with HIV, just like you." Inside me, his cock was throbbing with desire and dripping pre-cum into my hole. "I don't want to be held back from anything. No fear." "I don't want you to be afraid of anything either. Not of me, not of my cock, not of my cum, not of my virus. Or of my friends: their cocks, their cum and their virus. I don't think I could ever fuck you with a rubber. I want to share everything with you. And most of all, I want to be there for all of your needs and fantasies." "Me too." Nathan was on top of me again, his strokes getting deeper and more forceful. "And I know now I want the man ho infects me to be you Nathan," I said. "Not anyone else." "I'd like that too, Jason," he said. "I'd like that a lot." I needed Nathan so badly that night. I wanted his body, his mind, and most of all, his semen and the virus that would come with it. I wondered how much of this was because of the drugs and sex, but it really didn't matter. I was living in the moment and nothing else mattered. Nothing mattered but what I was sharing with Nathan. "I love you," I said. Suddenly, I was letting the drugs do the thinking for me and I let the crystal do what I was too cowardly to do on my own. As I said it, he pulled me close and kissed me. He slammed his cock deep into me. It went deep; deeper than he had ever been before. He was into virgin territory, which was ripe and ready for his seed. I felt him pulse and inside of me, Nathan was shooting his thick load of toxic jizz. I wanted it. I wanted to be open for him, to accept every drop of what he gave me. Most of all, I wanted the virus. I was no longer afraid. I was ready for it, and I wanted it to be his virus, his disease, his HIV. I wanted to be infected and I wanted to be free of all the worries and fears that had eaten me up over the years. But, the only way we could ever make this happen was to for him to fuck me raw and to cum inside of me. I knew that anything that felt this good, that brought me this close to the man I was falling in love with, must be good. This had to be the right thing. "I love you," I repeated, as he filled me with his beautiful hard cock and sprayed my guts with his thick, deadly, and wonderful cum. Even while Nathan's orgasm subsided, he made no effort to stop kissing me. He kept one hand wrapped around my body, and with the other, he tenderly stroked my head. Even after this, his second orgasm of the night, his cock stayed hard and stayed deep in my body. As we kissed, the last throbs of his orgasm wracked his body. I felt privileged to be able to make a man like him cum that hard, and doubly lucky that he had deemed me worthy of his precious fluids, the fluids that would make me forever his. Finally, our breathing returned to normal, and our long kiss was broken off. "You good, sweet boy?" he asked me, staring at me with his beautiful, piercing green eyes. "Very good," I replied, and kissed him again. My legs were still wrapped around his torso, making sure he stayed inside me. I had a stupid smile on my face. We continued to kiss and explore each other, still joined so intimately and closely. "Fuck," he said suddenly, a look of pain crossing his face. "Ok?" I asked. "Fine, just the start of a leg cramp. I gotta lay down and I'll be fine," he said. Reluctantly, I slowly unwrapped my legs from around him and let him pull his cock out of me. Still, I clamped my ass around his dick to make sure I kept every drop of his poz cum inside me. We were both tired and tweaked and our movements were clumsy. But it still felt good for us to be touching, feeling each other's bodies rub against each other. He collapsed next to me, wrapping his arm around me. We were quiet and just listened to each other breathe and felt the sweat on our bodies slowly dry. I was glad to be quiet, even though unwanted thoughts were starting to creep into my consciousness. Without Nathan's cock inside me to center me, doubts were starting to grow. I remembered everything I had said while we were fucking. I knew, in my heart, it was all true. But, I wasn't ready to face one of them straight on, much less have the important talk about it with Nathan. The statement was the methamphetamine's true betrayal of me this evening. It wasn't the way I had opened my hole to all those poz men, not the way I had let Michael use me, nor the way I had promised Nathan his fantasy. It was in the heat of passion, telling a man how I really felt. Of course, Nathan had certainly come hard when I told him. I wanted him to feel the same way, and I took it as a hopeful sign. Finally, he broke the silence. "What time is it?" he asked. I turned my head, to look at the clock. I was surprised that it was only 2:30; it felt like we had been together much longer and that the night was almost over. "2:30," I said, as I turned back towards him, smelling his sweaty, male body. His cock was still hard, pressed up against my flat stomach. "You have to be anywhere tomorrow?" he asked me. "In the morning, I mean?" "Not at all." "Good," he said. I heard him smile through his voice. "You up for another round?" "Yeah," I said. "I need to feel your raw cock inside of me again." My ass had been itching for more cock from the minute he pulled out of me. "Maybe you want a quick shower before we continue?" "Definitely," he said. "And we should refill the pipe as well." As we untangled from each other, I got up first. I knelt down on the floor, next too him, with him sitting on the edge of the bed. He wiped the lube off his hands with a spare towel and then grabbed the bag of crystal and the pipe. The bag was still fat and thick, filled with shard of the white drug. He pressed the stem of the pipe into it, and let several chunks fall into the bowl. "Want to go first?" he asked, as he tapped the last few tiny crystals out of the stem and into the bowl. "Please," I said. There had been so much that had happened over the past few hours: from Sean, Jake, and Eli, to Michael, to what we had been sharing in the dark of the night. I wasn't sure what to be feeling. At that moment, everything seemed so good, but yet, there was still a dark undercurrent, one I couldn't fully explain, like the feeling of impending doom. I did my best to forget about it, and live in the pleasure of the minute. "I'm really enjoying tonight," I said. "I'm happy we are sharing all of this. I like being with you." "Me too," he said, as he fired up the torch and let the drugs melt. He looked straight at me, as a wisp of vapor escaped from the glass bowl. "You seemed a little shaken up after Michael. Was it just him? Or the entire experience?" "Just him," I said. "Sean, Jake, Eli, they were all great. But Michael," I trailed off, shivering a bit as I remembered the ninety minutes I had spent with him. Ninety minutes I couldn't forget. "I know," Nathan said. The bowl had now filled with smoke and the vapor was escaping from the top. "Here," he said, putting the pipe in my mouth. "Take a hit. You can relax now. I'm here." With one hand, he held the torch against the bowl, and with the other, he gently stroked my arm. The touch, especially from him, felt good. It complimented the crystal I was sucking down nicely. I nodded that I was good, and he pulled the torch away. Before the pipe cooled down, I inhaled a few more bowls. I held the hit as long as I could. The drugs flowed into my blood, giving me a warm feeling of happiness. There were things I knew I needed to remember, about Michael, about Nathan, about myself, but as the tina kicked in, again, those things seemed far away and unimportant. I leaned in to shotgun it to Nathan. He took the hit from me, his hand now wrapped around me, keeping me close. I remembered enough to continue talking. "It's like there's something he's angry about," I said, referring to Michael. Nathan held my hit a while longer before he exhaled it right into my face. "I want you to take another hit," he told. I couldn't tell him no, nor did I want to. I wanted to get lost in the pleasure. So, I put the pipe in my mouth and let him held the torch under it again. "I don't know the full story, but I heard he got stealth pozzed by his boyfriend. He's had trust issues ever since." I finished the hit and held it for a moment before shotgunning it to Nathan. Nathan. "That could do it," I said, as Nathan held his breath. "I'm glad we're doing it like this. Openly. Trusting each other completely." I nearly said "lovingly," but thought better of it. There was a bond between us, and it was only getting stronger. I didn't want to scare him; I was already worried that I had said too much. I kissed Nathan, and he shotgunned the hit back to me. As I held it, Nathan returned the pipe and torch to the bed table. It would still be available to us as the night wore on. He wrapped his arms around me and let one hand dropped down to my ass where a finger quickly found my hole. "Me too," he said. "This is the best weekend I've in a long time. Now, let's get ourselves clean, in body if not spirit. The lube is starting to feel gross." I stood up and walked to the bathroom. "Getting towels. I'll be there in a second," Nathan said, "Let the water run?" The water got warm quickly and I stepped into the spacious shower. It felt good to wash off the accumulated grime from my sexual escapades. I ran my finger over my raw hole. There were several loads of toxic sperm up there. Even under the hot water, I shivered with the realization that it was far too late for me to do anything about the virus. I expected to be scared and nervous about the poz loads, but instead, all I felt was excitement. I hoped it wouldn't be long before I was infected. More than anything, I needed it to be Nathan's virus that did the deed.
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  47. 5. Nathan Even before Michael's hour was half over, I was already getting anxious. I had heard the short, painful-sounding grunts from the bedroom. I was wondering how Jason was doing and what he was thinking. I had been a little nervous about inviting Michael into the afternoon session. It was far too easy for him to be a sadistic asshole when he was in the mood and when I saw his "Rape is Fun" t-shirt, I knew he was in one of those moods. It wasn't until after five thirty that I heard the door open. Michael headed out. He walked right to the living room, and smiled. "Better check on your faggot. When I left, he was crying." Michael probably hadn't physically hurt Jason, but the mind-fucks he did were far more potent. Just to re-enforce his point, Michael snapped off the latex examination gloves he had been wearing. He stuffed them in his back pocket. I quickly led him to the front door. "Not a bad piece of ass either. You're a lucky man," he said, with an evil grin on his face. As he left, I went to the back bedroom, stopping to grab two tablets of X I had in the master bathroom. Jason was going to need the intimacy that the ecstasy would make easy to achieve. In the spare bedroom, the curtains had been drawn; it was dark and the room smelled of sweat, lube, and cum. After my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Jason curled up on the bed. He was tightly holding on to a pillow. There were quiet sobs as well. "Jason?" I asked quietly, as I sat down by him on the bed. "Are you ok?" He finally responded when I put my hand on his naked torso. He turned to me, his face red. "I'm sorry," he said. "I thought I could handle this. But I can't." Michael had certainly done his classic mindfuck on Jason. "It's ok," I said. "I'm here." He was slow in responding to me, but eventually pressed himself against me and buried his face on my chest. I pulled off my shirt; I wanted him to feel my skin against his. Contact with another man would be critical, and I hoped that contact with me would be exactly what he needed. "I'm sorry. Sometimes, Michael can be a total asshole." "I don't want you to see me like this," he said, although he pulled me closer to him as he spoke. "I wanted you to see the strong and invulnerable me." "Jason, no one can always be strong." I grabbed a glass of water. "Here," I said, handing him a tab of X. "Take this. It'll help." He looked at it warily. "What is it?" "Some X. It will help you relax. I'm here. Don't worry." He put it in his mouth and took a swig of water. "My turn," I said, making sure he knew we were going to be in the same space. I dry swallowed the tab and only then took a swig of the water. I held him, his head again pressed against my chest. I could feel his breathing become steady and rhythmic. Finally, quietly, he asked, "Is it too late for me?" "No, it's not," I said. "Is that what you want?" I wanted, more than anything, for that to not be what he wanted. "I don't know what I want," he said. "They weren't on drugs," he continued "I know. Not everyone is." "Does that mean I'll get it from Eli? Or Michael?" I felt his body shudder when he said the name. "You'll get it from who you deserve it from," I said. "I want it from you. I really want it from you," Jason said. "I know. And I want to give it to you." "I want to be with you right now. And I don't want to be afraid any more." "Let's go to our bedroom," I said. I wanted him out of this room, out of a room with so much immediate history and into one where he would feel safer. I didn't know if he noticed or cared that I had said "our" rather than "mine." It had just slipped out, but it was true. It was how I wanted him. Wanted us. And I hoped he wanted the same for me. "Just be with me," he said. I took his hand and stood up. He followed my lead and also got up from the bed. He was naked now and more vulnerable and fragile than I had seen him before. His cock was soft and limp, no doubt a side effect of the drugs he had shared with the other men, but it only re-enforced his vulnerable appearance. He seemed beaten down, defeated, with only a tenuous hold on his once impressive masculinity. My cock, on the other hand, had been raging for the past four hours. Selfishly, the most difficult task this evening would be hot to get my cock inside of Jason without further upsetting his already fragile mental state. It was obvious he was tweaked out, especially considering Sean's, Eli's and Michael's habits. So, wasn't hard to get him into my bedroom. He pulled me down on the bed with him and surprisingly, started to kiss me immediately. He pressed his body against me, and with his warmth against me, my cock responded as well. It stiffened uncontrollably and I felt like I was in middle school again. My erection was completely uncontrollable. It didn't take long for Jason to feel my dick as well. His hand went down to my groin and unzipped my pants. He pulled out my cock and stroked it slowly. "I want this," he said. "I need this." "Are you sure?" I asked. "We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to." He kissed me again. "No, really. Please. I need you. Put it in me. Nothing between us." With his clear approval, my hand slid down between his legs and explored his hole. Warm and wet, I slipped a finger inside of him with only the slightest resistance from his hole. "God. It feels so good to feel your skin inside of me," he said. I wondered what Michael had done with him; all he seemed to desire was contact from another man. I pressed in further, feeling all of the accumulated sperm squish around. At about the second knuckle, I hit a small, sharp object. Jason gasped for a second, whispering "Careful there." I did my best not to push it any deeper, but it was caught on my finger. "What is it?" I asked. But, once I got all of my finger into Jason, I realized that it was probably a shard of crystal, and I had just inadvertently given him another huge bump. "Did Michael give you a booty bump?" I asked. I needed to know for sure. "Yeah, right as he was leaving," Jason answered. "It's cool now." As it melted and absorbed into his system, he would want to play night. "Can you wait here for a minute or two? Alone?" I asked. I pulled my finger out of his hole. He was still tight enough clean all the sperm off. "I'll be back." "Promise?" he asked. "Don't leave me alone too long." The need in his voice was palpable. "Yes, I promise. I'll just go into the bathroom. It won't be more than just a moment." He reluctantly released his grip of my cock, and let me go. I got off the bed, and walked towards the bathroom. "I'll leave the door open." Before I got more than two paces, he quietly asked, "You're coming back, right?" He even knew that there was only one door; it would be impossible for me to not come back. I made sure to turn on the lights in the bathroom and of course leave the door open just for him. I looked back and saw that he was watching me carefully, like he was afraid he was going to lose me or that I would run at any moment. I opened the medicine cabinet, and grabbed a Viagra. The night was going to be long and intense, and I had to be up for whatever was needed. I also got out the small cloth bag from the bottom shelf of the cabinet. I headed back to the bed, turning off the bathroom lights and I sat down next to Jason. He curled up next to me, nestling his head next to my cock and slowly licking my balls. It felt good. They were filled with thick ropes of sperm destined for Jason's hole. I opened the bag and pulled out a glass pipe. I held it up to the lamp on the bed table, examining it carefully. It had some crystal still in it, from the last time I had partied. "Ok if I join you? Partying, I mean," I asked. "Yeah. Please," he answered. I lit up the torch, waited for the crystal to melt and then sucked down on the long glass stem. It had been several months since I had last partied. It wouldn't take much to get me in the right zone. But, Michael wouldn't have gone easy on Jason either, making it more difficult to match moods. I did a few long hits, feeling the tina take over my head and then diffuse through my body. "Very nice," I said, finally putting the pipe and torch on the beddable. "Now we're truly together." I stood up, pulled off my shorts and the got back on the bed, pressing my naked body against his. The crystal was coursing through my blood and going directly to my cock. "I want to be with you now, Jason. I want to be with you in every possible way." "Me too Nathan. For now, I just want you near me." His voice was wavering a bit, like he was uncertain about something. "Next to me. Touching me." He rolled over onto his stomach with his ass up in the air. "Inside me." Jason may have had his uncertainties, but I knew exactly what I wanted. The twin mounds of his ass were so inviting and so perfect. I pulled his cheeks apart and stared at the tight hole they had obscured. As I started to lean in to lick it, Jason stopped me, "No, don't, Nathan," he said. "Why," I asked, not sure what was wrong. "You deserve better," he said, "A real man's hole, not some dirty boy hole like mine." He was once more on the verge of crying. I wondered what Michael had said and done to turn this confident young man into a fragile porcelain doll of masculinity. I ran my finger over his crack, gently pressing it into his hole. He might have thought he was unclean, but all that came out was a few strands of sperm. I licked off my finger, tasting the sweet cum. It was a mixture from the four different guys who had used Jason that afternoon. My own cock twitched, eager to add its own load to Jason's collection. "You're fine," I said. "No," Jason replied. "I'm a dirty, useless slut. You deserve better." I knew that between the drugs and whatever Michael had told him, he wasn't thinking clearly. "You have such a beautiful hole," I said. I was now kneeling right between his legs and was spreading his cheeks apart. My face was right up against him and his well-used hole. "You should be proud of it." He was a rollercoaster of emotion. "You really think so?" he asked me, already noticeably happier. I had to pick my words carefully in order to not set him off on another round of self-doubt. "Yeah, I do. How many guys fucked you this afternoon? Four?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied. He arched his back, pressing his ass against my face. I licked it, tasting the accumulated sweat, lube, and cum. "And each of them loved your ass so much, they gave you a load, right?" I said. "They loved it enough to anoint you with their cum." "Yeah, I guess." I could tell he was starting to relax; he was now pressing his ass up against me. "Believe me," I said. "Your ass is beautiful. And seeing all their cum leak out makes it even more perfect." "You really think so?" "Yeah, I do," I said. "You should be so proud of that ass. And all I want is to be inside of it. Adding my load to you collection. My poz load. Isn't that what you want?" "Yeah," he answered. "I want you inside me." His voice was still wavering a bit. "Breeding me," he said finally. "But," he said, then paused. "I don't know." "Forget what Michael might have said. He's an angry man, and he takes it out on others. Men like you." I buried my face in his ass. The scent was like the strongest poppers I'd ever used. I licked his hole, just enough to open him up again. "I guess. I'll try. More than anything, I need you next to me and you inside of me. I need your cock inside me. Your cum. Your virus. It's all I can think about," Jason said. "You're sure?" I asked. I was afraid he might have second thoughts, but nevertheless, I flipped him onto his back, and aligned my cock with his hole. "I want to be in you so badly," I said. "I want to breed you." "I want you inside of me. Fucking me. Breeding me." He was silent for a moment. "Pozzing me." This time there was a quiet certainty in what he said. There were no qualifiers or second guesses. He wanted cum. "That's what I wanted to hear, Jason." Resting right by his hole, my cock was hard as a rock. With just a slight push, I could be inside him. But, in the end, I didn't have to do anything at all. Jason pushed back ever so slightly and my cockhead pressed inside him. After Jason started the process, I still did the rest of the work. Although I only had to relax my muscles and let my weight push my cock all the way into his hole. "So wet," I said. "Five cocks now. How many loads?" "Four and then some," he said. "And then some?" "Yeah, Michael stuck some frozen sperm up my hole." I should have guessed. Michael loved a devil's dick. Probably how he had done the booty bump as well. "He said it was from several different guys." "How do you feel about it?" "I'm still not sure. I love getting fucked, and having sperm in my hole is one of the best feelings in the world. But that was a bit strange. Impersonal." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "He said it would be a great booty bump as well." "You can relax now. Don't worry about it." I pulled him closer, feeling his body press against mine. We started to make out, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. His cock was pressed against my stomach. It was still soft and flaccid, no doubt from the combination of the drugs and what Jason had been through that afternoon with Michael. I didn't care; tonight needed to be about his perfect raw hole, about my hard poz cock, and the communion that we could share within them. Both of us would work together to get my sperm and my virus into his body. We were quiet there, with just the sounds of us kissing, and my cock sliding in and out of his sloppy hole providing the perfect soundtrack. Finally Jason spoke again. "Thank-you, Nathan." "For?" "This afternoon. It was intense. But good." "I'm glad you liked it." I was jealous of all the men who had been able to share the intimate moments of fucking Jason raw, not to mention the moment where Jason shared of himself with them. But I didn't say anything. Deep down, I needed this to be the fuck he had been wanting all afternoon. He had been reading my mind. He continued, "But this is the fuck I really wanted. Take your time. Work all of their toxic loads into me. And then, add yours. The one I've wanted. The one I've always needed" "I've got more than one load for you tonight." Actually, I had several loads in me. And all of them were going to go into Jason's perfect ass. I was in a good mood that night. I had an alphabet soup of drugs in me: X, V, T, and each of them had added depth to my happiness. My raw cock was buried deep in Jason's unprotected hole, each thrusts lubricated by the accumulated jizz of many men. The entire time I was making out with a beautiful boy, while he begged me for another injection of my toxic cum. "You're inside me," Jason moaned. I nodded in agreement as he continued. "I can't tell where you end and I begin. It's good to be this close to you." I kissed him again. "Yeah. You're feeling the X, aren't you?" This time, he nodded in response. "It's good for us to be sharing this." "Sharing your virus?" he asked me. "With me?" "That's just one part of it. I like being next to you. And I like being inside of you. Feeling you." I didn't want to have to ever pull out of Jason; this connection felt so good and so right. But his words and my feelings seemed very familiar. I realized that I had been saying the exact same things to Alan when he had been pozzing me. I now, finally, understood why Alan had been so eager to get inside of me. It was how my hole had made his cock feel and how important and necessary it had been for him to get inside of me as often as possible. How he had needed to breed me just as much as I had needed to get his semen and the virus it carried. "Please," Jason begged. "Breed me, Nathan. Make me your boy. Make me your poz boy." I remembered that night I had first said that to Alan. It had been the first weekend we had spent together. A weekend when his raw cock seemed to never leave my hole. I had told him what I needed, in explicit detail. In return, he had given me a kiss, a hard thrust, and a thick, toxic, poz load deep in my hole. Of course, that was years ago, before drugs, before it got so much safer to fuck raw. I wondered how long it would take Jason, if he would ever be able to get what we needed to share. I leaned in and kissed Jason. I forced my hard cock into his tender hole one more time. I stopped trying to hold back. I grunted, I moaned, and my cock exploded inside of him. I could feel each spurt of deadly semen jet into Jason. I wondered if he could feel my poz load entering him as well. "Fuck, that's a big load," Jason said, answering my question for me. "I'm sorry. I couldn't hold back. But there will be plenty more for you," I said. "I know. This is ok," Jason said. "This is exactly what I wanted from you. What I needed from you" Even after my balls were drained of their deadly contents, my cock couldn't go soft. The Viagra was working its magic on me, and for a change, the crystal and ecstasy were not hurting at all. But the biggest factor was just Jason. I wondered what was going to happen to him, to us once he became infected. Hopefully, it would not be a question of if, but it would be a question of when. Was he just using me for this disease I carried? The disease he wanted so badly now. Or was there something more between us? We stayed connected, with my still-hard cock inside his beautiful hole and our sweat-soaked bodies sticking together, kissing the entire time. All things had to come to and end and my cock was starting to soften. Finally, it slipped out. It had felt like hours, but a glance at the clock showed that it was only fifteen minutes. "You ok?" I asked him, as I tried to stand up, stretch, and see if my legs could support me. To answer me, Jason put his legs back up in the air, and pulled on an ass cheek, exposing his hole to me. I could see a small rivulet of dirty white sperm dripping out of his hole. He smiled at me. "I am now." One of his fingers disappeared into his hole, displacing a bit more sperm. "You absolutely sure?" I asked. On the bed table was a camera; I grabbed it, and kneeled down by the bed, right on level with his hole. It was a bit hard to focus in the dim light, but years of practice had taught me how. "Your hole is dripping," I said. "I know. I can feel all that cum up there, becoming a permanent part of me. Your cum. Your virus. You." He pulled his finger out and even more jizz dripped out of his hole. I took more close-ups of his wet, spermy hole, basking in the happy knowledge that I had given him much of that sperm. "I like having you inside me. I like having you near me. And I really like being high with you," he continued. I stood back up, admiring how Jason was slowly moving his body, like he was feeling himself for the first time. He was at peace with himself, even compared to just thirty minutes earlier. I took a few more pictures, as he continued to finger and touch himself. He was smiling, staring at me. "You're fucking beautiful," I said. "Even more beautiful knowing how much cum is in your hole." "You really think so?" he asked. His finger disappeared back into his hole, and all I could imagine that it was my cock back in his warm, welcoming depths. Before my eyes, right then, his body had aged and grown to complete perfection. He was a young, sexual man at his absolute prime. I feared that in my next breath, in the next click of my shutter, that perfect moment would pass, lost forever. But I didn't have to worry. It might have been the perfect moment, but it was clear it would be just one of many perfect moments we would share tonight. And hopefully for many more nights to come. "Yeah, I do," I said, letting the camera drop to my side. I wanted to just watch Jason without a camera and viewfinder between us. He sat up, sitting on the side of the bed. I leaned in to kiss him. "I could stare at you all day." "Thanks. You don't have to say that, to get into my hole, you know. You can fuck me any time you want." I lifted the camera back up, to try to get the perfect shot of his smile. "You mind if I hit the pipe again?" he asked, pointing at the glass pipe still on the bed table. "Not at all," I said, as he picked it up and the lighter. While Jason heated up the bowl, I started to put down the camera. "You don't have to put it away," he said, still focusing on the bowl as it slowly filled with the white clouds. "I trust you," he said. I pressed the shutter button. The torch illuminated his face. He put the pipe to his lips. "Go ahead," he said, before he started to inhale. "I want all of this recorded. I want to remember every part of this weekend." I knew what he wanted, and I took more pictures as he did his hit from the pipe. I was so turned on, watching him get high, and knowing how far gone he already was. He was doing this for me. He had opened himself up to me entirely, letting me see his darkest, most intimate desires. And, he was letting me record all of it. He exhaled, and a thick white cloud engulfed his head. I continued to take pictures, mostly because I did not know what else to do right then. Jason did two more hits off the pipe, each one producing a cloud bigger than the one that came before. Then he held the pipe out for me. "Swap," he said. "You hit the pipe, and I'll take the pictures."
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  48. if I top: more into the skinny to muscular type, prefer hairy butts and holes to breed, but if nature has let the bottom smooth, he'll get my load as well if I bottom: surely manly behaviour must be, really like to please a black guy (but not mad for any skin color) anytime like ppl who don't reduce themselves or others only to body parts and good sense of humour
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  49. Actually the darkroom at Bear's Bar is pretty big. I already have a hard-on as soon as I walk in there. Not much light but enough to see what is going on. Several sections for private and public use. Love the public! Had many times when I got fucked there with guys looking on. And, as mentioned on other threads as well, Spanish guys don't use condoms in general. They are just out there to give loads to tourists. Got many loads with a "ciao amigo" afterwards. And they just look after themselves, get in, fuck like hell, shoot their load and leave. Perfect ;-) I love that darkroom. Went to XXL as well, but bear's Bar beat them! XXL is more for the guys that love to dance. I no longer dance ;-) but I do like the hairy bears in BB. Too bad the darkroom at El Horno was closed when I was there last time. Loads of horny guys there too, and all a few meters away from each other (El Horno is opposite XXL)
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