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Day 3, Part 2 They parked the canoes and got out, Steve and Ken pulling their fishing rods from their canoes. Les stood back and watched the guys wade into the water and start to cast looking for something slimy to bite on their hooks. Andy laid back in the canoe and seemed to pass out almost immediately. Les curled his finger, letting Chris know he wanted him. Chris followed Les away from the water with Colin close behind him. Les looked around and spotted a nice strong tree and walked over to it. "Face the tree, boy" Les told Chris. Chris walked up and pushed his shorts off, hanging them on a branch. Les pulled out a rope and bound Chris's hands to it before moving behind Chris. He kneeled down and started to eat Chris's ass out. Chris began to moan, enjoying Les's tongue, and Les was enjoying Chris's firm, tight butt and just a hint of the load Colin left in earlier. Chris looked back and Colin was stroking his dick watching Les rim his ass. Les stood up after rimming Chris for almost fifteen minutes and rubbed his hard cock up and down Chris's crack. He lined up and thrust in, making Chris yelp as he wasn't ready to get fucked so soon. Les drilled Chris, not being gentle in any way. Chris was turned on, though. His dick tried to harden but the confines of the cage made it painful and all he could do is let the precum drool out on to the ground. He had never considered himself attracted to older daddies but right now he was in heaven getting fucked by Les. "Hurry up grampa, I gotta bust my nut in the fag" Colin said. "Wait your turn, boy. I'm enjoying this newbie. He's a much better fuck than you were last year" Les replied with a tinge of anger in his voice. Chris smiled, knowing he was giving the guys a good hole to fuck. Les slowed down, trying to delay shooting his load into Chris and pissing off Colin even more. They could hear some splashing nearby and Steve yell out "I got one" over both Chris and Les's moaning. Finally, Les thrust in harder than he had before and his cock pulsed, pumping another load into Chris's cunt. Les moaned as each rope shot out and once he was done he leaned against Chris's back telling him "There, boy, that should make you really strong." Chris didn't understand what Les meant and before he could ask, Colin was pulling Les away and shoving his dripping cock back into Chris's ass. He frantically pounded Chris for less than a minute before pumping more seed into Chris's chute. Colin's chest was heaving and he gasped for breath when Steve and Ken walked up. "Catch anything good?" Les asked. Steve replied "Nah, threw him back. Maybe he'll be big enough next year. This one, though, was a good catch. He looks like he's ready for more."

Drew had put on a few pounds over Christmas and got a membership for a local gym to work off his excesses. One evening after working out he decided to relax in the sauna after an exhausting workout. There was another guy, there when he came in, so he sat at the other end of the room and rested against the wall. Drew’s eyes began to close through tiredness. "Hmm, nice cock!" the guy said and as he woke Drew from his dozing. Drew’s towel had fallen off and the guy was staring at Drew’s completely naked body. He was in his fifties sporting a scorpion tattoo and was leaning back with his towel open stroking his erect cock! Drew started to stare, it was the first time he had really seen another dick. “I'm sorry," the guy said, "but seeing your naked body just turned me on and I couldn't help myself." Whilst he spoke he never stopped wanking his cock. The guy got up and walked over and stood in front of Drew with his still erect cock pointing skywards. He thrust his hips forward, got his dick right up to Drew’s face and pushed it against his cheek and rubbed it across Drew’s face. “What the Hell are you doing?” Drew exclaimed. But this was a mistake for as he opened his mouth the other guy shoved his cock inside Drew’s mouth. He then let his dick run across Drew’s lips leaving a trail of pre-cum. He plunged his body forward again and his dick once again parted Drew’s lips a little, even as Drew tried to force them shut, and Drew quickly turned his head away. Then he grabbed Drew’s cock and wanked it to full erection. Drew blushed with his dick so aroused even as he struggled against this chunky aggressor. He pushed his foot into Drew’s stomach and Drew gasped as he opened his mouth wide, giving his assaulter the time to push his manhood deep inside him. “Shut it, and suck my dick or you’ll get worse!” the guy warned. Drew tried to turn his head away, but the scorpion guy forced himself forward as more of his dick entered Drew’s mouth. This guy has his dick in Drew mouth and he couldn't manoeuvre away from him. This guy was strong and he wasn't backing off. Then he moved back until his dick pulled back out of Drew’s mouth and was about six inches away from Drew’s face pulsating in the air. It allowed Drew to gasp for air. The guy grabbed the back of Drew’s head with both hands and pulled forward. Drew tried to pull away but his dick was right against his lips. But Drew kept his mouth closed and wouldn't open it, so the guy grabbed his hair with one hand and with his other hand plugged Drew’s nose so he couldn't breathe. Drew tried to pull away, but he couldn't and I found he was running out of breath. "Stop fighting it!," he ordered, "You want my dick in your mouth!." “Just open your fucking mouth and taste what you really want." Drew couldn't struggle much longer. He was getting out of breath and he was too strong for him. So Drew tried to grab a quick breath of air and ended up allowing the man to enter Drew’s mouth with his raging hard cock! He held Drew’s head in place and started to thrust his hips forward and back as he fucked his face. He was moaning and breathing heavily as his dick moved in and out filling Drew’s mouth and throat and then back out just behind his lips. He got a rhythm going and started to pick up speed as Drew struggled to expel his cock. He pushed in harder. "That's it take my cock!," he urged Drew as he kept thrusting in and out of his mouth, Take my dick in your mouth." Each word he emphasized with a powerful thrust of his dick deeper into Drew’s throat. Drew grabbed his hips as he started to succumb to sucking his dick. "That's it, now you're doing it." Drew was being forced to do something that I didn't really want to do, but at the same time he was beginning to enjoy the experience as his cock began to spring to attention. Drew could feel this guy’s cock swelling and he was frightened he was about to cum. He desperately wanted to escape and then thought he had indeed been rescued when the sauna door opened and another member entered. His hopes, however, were immediately dashed, when this new guy said to the other guy. “Hmm, seems like you need some help, Guy, I’ll fetch Ross.” Initially this did bring some respite for Drew as his assaulter, removed his prick from Drew’s mouth, now dripping with pre-cum and dripping off his cock like a long piece of string. “I didn’t want to cum, just yet, I’ve got better plans for you!” The guy who’d interrupted the proceedings, returned with Ross, a much skinnier man, but whose muscles rippled from all the weight-lifting he had done in the gym. Both the new guys dropped their towels and set to work on Drew. With three of them now, Drew stopped trying to fight off his assailants and prepared himself to take their cocks. The second guy shoved his cock where scorpion guy’s cock had just been but a minute before, whereas Ross went down on Drew and sucked Drew’s cock to a tumescent erection. Scorpion guy just seemed to be enjoying the scene of Drew’s further degradation. The guy who was fucking Drew’s face was in his thirties and had a great toned body from his gym work, his cock was raging hard and he looked and sounded as if he wouldn’t last long. His load flowed across Drew’s tongue and filled his mouth with cum. Drew had to swallow as there was so much. Yet some still dribbled down his face. Meanwhile, the other guy was sucking Drew’s cock expertly and Drew felt as if he was, in turn going to blow his load. Drew couldn't believe that he was about to release his cum into another man’s mouth. But it was all too much for him and Drew exploded and the guy sucking my mouth expressed his satisfaction between letting gobs of spunk fall from his mouth, “God that taste’s good!” Was this to be the end of Drew’s ordeal? But, of course, he had forgotten his original assailant and current onlooker the man with the scorpion tattoo. He was stroking his hard cock and growled, "On your knees bitch." He wasn't asking and Drew didn't hesitate to obey. His cock still glistened with pre-cum, but he didn’t at first make use of his erection. Instead he started to finger- fuck Drew. Drew got worried about his intentions. Surely he wasn’t preparing to actually fuck him bare was he? The guy who’d been sucking Drew’s cock, now slammed his cock into Drew’s mouth. “Fuck that bitch's face. Scorpion guy encouraged him",” I think I'm ready to breed him." Without further ado, Drew heard the guy spit and then felt his hard cock forcefully push against Drew’s sphincter. Drew struggled to get out of this. “Hold him down,” he ordered the other two guys. “This guy’s mine for the taking!” He pushed his cock in hard and soon he was all the way into Drew’s virgin arse. “I love breeding tight virgin arse,” he exclaimed. He was clearly highly excited about breeding Drew’s arse and was breathing very heavily and thrusting in and out faster and faster. It was excruciatingly painful for Drew taking a cock for the first time. The other two guys were both encouraging him to breed him real good. They held Drew down firmly, so there was no way Drew could escape from scorpion guy’s fucking. Then with a loud grunt, scorpion guy held his dick in place firmly. Drew realised although he couldn’t feel anything, he must now be pouring his raw semen deep inside. Indeed as he pulled out, Drew could feel spunk running down his bollocks; so much spunk had been shot inside. But there was no rest for Drew, as the thin muscle guy immediately took over and thrust his meat easily into Drew, now lubricated by scorpion’s spunk. Then Drew was horrified by what he heard him tell him. “Take my poz cum too, you faggot!” Drew had just been forced to take loads of poz cum. There was no way Drew could get away and knew he was going to receive another toxic load as this guy picked up speed and ravaged his bottom. Again Drew felt this guy tense up and hold his dick firmly inside him as he spewed his toxic cum inside. As he withdrew, he wiped his prick over Drew’s lips. “Enjoy the taste!” he insisted. The three men then left the sauna, knowing they had taught this newbie how to take dick!

Day 3, Part 1 Chris woke to Colin marking his back from the fuck the night before. "On your knees outside the tent. I want a blowjob" Colin said pushing Chris's shoulder until he was fully awake. Chris crawled out of the tent and assumed his position on his knees, waiting for Colin to come out. Colin waited a few minutes, wanting to make sure everyone saw Chris on his knees, waiting for him, and then came out of the tent pulling his shorts down. "Suck, faggot" Colin commanded. Chris wasn't sure how he wanted to handle this, but in the end decided to give Colin the best head he had ever had. While he knew it was going to be a lot of work, he was going to edge Colin for a while until his balls hurt. He sucked his cock, sucked and licked his balls, nursed on the head, deepthroated, lapped at his cock and did whatever he could to get Colin close and then backed way off. He saw the other guys in the distance watching him suck at first. The longer he went the closer everyone came until they were circled around him. A few were stroking but most were enjoying Chris torture Colin without him realizing it. Chris knew that Colin wasn't used to anyone spending this much time sucking him and rather than facefuck Chris to get off, he just let the blowjob keep going at Chris's pace. After 30 minutes, Chris got him close again and then leaned back and stood up. "My jaw is sore. I'm done" Chris said as he walked over to the water's edge and started to piss. He heard several of the guys laugh. "Get the fuck back here and finish the job!" Colin yelled out. Chris just kept pissing out the end of the cock cage. His dick was pretty ripe by now and while he had been told no one was allowed to bathe, he walked into the water until he was waist deep and let the water run by for a minute. "You just said you wanted me to suck. It's up to you to shoot" Chris said, almost laughing. Walking back toward the tent he could see the pained look on Colin's face. He was thinking about just stroking him and watching him shoot his load on to the sand, but he remembered Ken's instructions on the first day - no wasted loads. Chris got back on his knees and started to suck his cock again, this time making sure that he emptied his balls down his throat. The group ate breakfast and Chris kept waiting to be told to get ready to be fucked again. They cleaned up the campsite and Ken told everyone to pack up and get everything in the canoes. As Chris put the last of their stuff in the canoe, Ken came up and put his arm around Chris. "No morning breeding today, just make sure you get at least one load from everyone during the day" Ken said. Chris nodded and pushed the canoe into the water and got in. They paddled slowly downriver for a while as a group and then a few guys took off. Chris and Colin were following Steve, his son, Ken and Les. An hour later Chris saw Les wave them toward the shore.

Part 1: Strict Upbringing All my life I grew up Catholic. It’s all I knew. My parents had me in church every time the door was opened. I even attended a catholic school. We were surrounded by other Catholics like my parents. My friends had to be like minded. Going outside to play with others was closely monitored as well. Honestly school wasn’t bad. Father Frances was in charge and he was actually pretty cool. I would often help out around the church just so I didn’t have to be around my parents. As I grew older I started realizing I was gay. Being Catholic I was told it was wrong and gay people were an abomination of God. Feeling scared that I didn’t want to burn in hell I sought the advice of Father Frances. He was very understanding and said that as I got older the feeling would go away. But it didn’t. It got stronger. At 18 finally I knew I had to do something about the urges I was feeling. Again I sought out Father Frances and he led me into his office to talk. As I sat down I began to cry because I was scared of going to hell. Father Frances helped calm me down and asked me to describe my fantasies in detail. I told him that I wanted to suck off several men at one time while another man forced himself into my butt. I wanted nothing more than to serve men and their needs with no regard for my penis. I wanted the man who took my virginity to hold power over me and to own me. In honesty I looked at Father Frances and told him I wanted to serve him. Now Father Frances is around 45 with jet black hair. He stands about 6’6” and weighs around 225. I on the other hand stand maybe 5’3” and weight 110 pounds. My penis is very small and has no thickness whatsoever. I measured myself hard one time and I was barely 2 inches hard. Father Frances looked at me with a grin and then walked over to me. He told me to remove my clothes and then remove his. As soon as I got his underwear off I was hit in the face a nice thick probably 10 inch cock that looked angry. Nice mushroom head that was already leaking precum. He told me that I must seek atonement for my sins. I begged him for absolute atonement as he slid his cock down my throat. I actually took him rather easily and realized I didn’t have a gag reflex. So Father Frances slowly fucked my mouth with his huge cock. After a while he took his cock out of my mouth and had me bend over his desk. As I had my ass in the air I begged Father Frances for forgiveness for my sins. I was willing to do whatever it took for my atonement. Father Frances grabbed my underwear and stuffed them into my mouth. He then grabbed my hips, lined his cock up with my hole, and rammed his huge cock inside my ass with one quick thrust. It hurt like a son of a bitch and I started crying. He bent forward and whispered in my ear that he was HIV POSITIVE and and he wanted to help me with my atonement. He asked me if I knew about HIV and I nodded my head yes. Him talking actually made me forget about the pain in my ass. He asked me if I still wanted him to breed me with his PIZ load and I nodded yes in approval. He slowly started fucking me just a little at first until I was loose enough for him to pick up the pace. He told me as he fucked me that being a gay bottom I would need forgiveness on a regular basis. Whenever he demanded my presence I was to show up without question. I nodded yes and him telling me that and my penis started squirting cum. My hole tightened around Father Frances’ cock and he shot what seemed like a gallon of cum in my ass. Once he finished he pulled out and forced me to my knees to clean his cock. But first I had to ask him to forgive me of my sins. I did notice that blood on his cock so I knew it was only a matter of time before I was poz. After I finished asking Father Frances for forgiveness he slid his cock in my mouth and fucked my mouth to help clean his cock. He must have face fucked me for over an hour before he said he was going to cum down my throat. I was grateful because my throat had become numb at this point. He shot several thick loads down my throat which actually helped with my soreness. Before pulling out he started pissing down my throat which caught me off guard. I swallowed as much as I could and one he finished he got up and put his clothes back on. I started to do the same but he stopped me. He told me to get back on my knees and wait. He left the office and appeared several minutes later with another member of the church. Father Frances introduced me as the church whore and I needed a lot of forgiveness for all the sins I was about to commit. I got so turned on that I kissed Father Frances’ feet and said thank you Father. He patted me on my head and I began my forbidden journey into the world of sin with the help of Father Frances.

Part Four In the bedroom, Dan set a chair up next to the foot of the bed where he could sit back and relax and watch all of the action while sipping a cold beer. The three men had come prepared -evidently one of them ran home on a break to collect a few necessities. First up was a blindfold. They told me that it didn't matter if I could see them or not, and they had a few surprises in store. I glanced quickly at Dan and, from the look on his face, he was a little uncomfortable. I was instructed onto all 4’s in the middle of the bed. I felt the cool wetness of some lube being smeared around my hole, and then shoved in with first one, then two, then three fingers. They prodded and twisted, and I felt they were definitely trying to scratch me up for their virus to enter my body. I was so horny I didn’t say a word or yelp from the little sharp pains every time they nicked me. Once the fingers were removed I heard Dan speak for the first time. “What the fuck is that for?” From his tone I could tell he was concerned. “We’re gonna brush that ass inside to get it a little raw for our toxic loads." Surprise number one, I guess. "That alright with you, whore?” he asked me. “You act like a slut all week, you get treated like a slut.” That was a little ominous and I began to wonder just what I thought I was doing here. Getting fucked by an entire crew of construction workers was extreme enough for me. But this? What was I thinking? But I wasn’t thinking. My hormones had completely taken control. And in that moment I really needed to feel used again. “Just please fuck me,” I begged. I was in heat! I’d gotten used to regular dicking all week and today had been agony, my only fuck from Dan before he started work. I heard Dan laugh. “I guess you better do what the slut says.” I felt what was probably a not-so-small bottle brush being shoved into my hole. Given that I’d been pounded so much this week, my hole was pretty open by now, so without it squeezing shut and offering resistance, the brush actually stimulated my hole. It’s not like it would tear me so much as rough me up -which was fine by me. It felt good, nonetheless. And I started backing my ass up to it, and then fucking myself with it. The three poz construction workers laughed at me. “Jesus, I never seen a slut fucking himself with the brush before and like it. This pig likes it -look at his dick. Hard as rock and dripping precum.” “Yeah, this pig needs our seed in him bad. You don’t get to be that slutty without joining the club,” another of them said. “What club?” Dan asked. “The biohazard club. For poz guys -we get to fuck anyone we want, any time, anywhere. Never worry about condoms or other bugs. It’s all inside us and we love spreading the seed.” “Fuck,” was all I heard from Dan’s side of the room, and it was more of an aside comment. I don’t think he was turned on anymore. That was more than enough chit-chat for all of us, and the guy who had control of the bottle brush slid it out of my ass and immediately thrust his entire length into me. Fuck it felt good! A nice dick to start the night, about 6 ½ or 7 inches, I’d say. Decent thickness but not too thick. The kind of dick you could ride hard and be happy to take any time of the day or night. He grabbed hold of my hips and just set to fucking, balls deep in and then almost all the way out. Repeat. Again and again. He didn’t vary his strokes or change position. He was a man on a mission and his mission was to deliver a deadly dose of cock venom into my guts. The other guys stood behind where they could watch, cheering him on, demanding he blast his nut into me so they could have their turn. He snorted through his nose, rammed me extra hard and fast a few times, and then shoved in hard and deep. Standing totally still, making a combo growl/snort through his nose, his dick throbbed and throbbed inside my ass, pumping me with his poz cum. That first load felt so good, I swear I felt every drop of it enter me. And he held still, draining his balls, for over a minute. I knew I’d passed the turning point and there was no going back. In that moment I was too horny to care, anyway. Finally he eased his sensitive cock out of my ass, immediately replaced by the second fucker of the night. His dick was about the same length as the first but much thicker. It took a little pressure to get my ass to yawn open big enough to allow him to start entering me. I could almost feel the first fucker standing off to the side. Dan commented, “Dude, your dick is all . . . it’s all bloody.” He sounded mortified. Seconds later I heard him murmur, “I’ve got to get out of here.” Seconds later I heard the bedroom door click shut behind him. Dan I don’t know what I am doing here. I don’t know what I’m doing all this week. Before coming here I never would have thought of any of this. Sex with other men? One time in that ass is all it took to mess me up. But these guys? They’re too much. This is all too much. The rest of the crew just got sucked or fucked and were out for a good time, to pump his ass full of loads. But these guys? It’s like they’re on a mission. They’re not fucking for pleasure. They’re fucking with purpose. They’re deliberately making his ass susceptible to their diseases. What the fuck? What am I doing here? When Dan saw that big bloody dick coming out of that destroyed ass, his dick was hard as rock. But his stomach dropped down somewhere in the vicinity of his toes. He couldn’t handle it, so he quickly made his excuses and disappeared out the door. Back to our regularly scheduled program . . . I felt my stomach plummet for a moment. Dan thought I was too slutty now. He wouldn’t want anything to do with me. The low feelings didn’t stick around long, though, as the second cock began to penetrate further into me, stretching my opening at an almost painfully slow pace. This guy didn’t just slam into me all the way. He took his time, which he seemed to savour, anyway. He loved feeling my tunnel opening up for every inch he shoved inside of me. “Mmm, that’s it, baby, open that bitch hole up for this fat dick. Tell me you love it and you want every drop of what I got.” “I fucking want it all in me!” I yelled, shoving myself backwards, raping my own ass with his thick dick. It hurt but in the best possible way. “Fuckin’ cum hungry slut can’t wait to get this meat inside. Take it, bitch! Love that big fat dick.” As he bottomed out in my ass and started fucking slowly, the first breeder crawled onto the bed in front of me and yanked the blindfold off. “Fuck this,” he said, tossing the blindfold aside. “I don’t care that you’re seeing us. You already got me in you -and begged for it!” They were all sexy guys, each in a different way. This one was probably the shortest of the entire crew -which doesn’t mean too much. He’s still taller than most people, just not over six feet like the rest of them. His face was a little rough looking, but none of these guys was in his 20’s anymore. They’ve all lived and partied hard. Regardless, he’s good looking no matter what. He shimmied closer to me to have me lick his cock clean while the other man worked at speeding up his thrusts now that my ass had swallowed him up entirely. The dick in my mouth tasted of blood and cum. Quite a lot of blood from the look of the dick. It was darker than pink, but not too bad. Somehow knowing that I was bleeding around them really made me horny, and I sucked that dick better than I ever sucked anyone before. And he noticed. “Good dick sucker. He’s getting me hard again. I’m gonna have to nail that ass again after you guys have your turn.” I was in a total body high at this point. Between the cumtastic dick in my mouth, the amazing sloppy mess that my ass had become, and the big dick now pounding me, I was on cloud 9. The dick in my ass sped up, slowed down, sped up again. He liked to vary his strokes, which was quite enjoyable. The slower he would enter me, the better it was to focus on every ridge and ripple of his cock. The sensations were incredible. The guy in my mouth eventually pulled away and went back behind me with the others to watch my hole being pulverised. It was only a few minutes later that my fucker yelled, “Here it fuckin’ comes, faggot! Take that toxic load, whore!”. His slams were really frantic and hard. Some guys shove in and drain their balls, but this guy fucked harder and faster all throughout his orgasm, his dick working the loads into my ass walls and my bloodstream. The reality of it really sunk in, then. I am going to get infected with HIV tonight. I still felt so horny I didn’t bother to question it. Sure, some part of my brain was probably trying to get my attention and ask if I’d thought this through. I didn’t have to. I knew this is what I needed. His cock eventually slithered out of my used hole and I felt the bed shift as he got off and the last guy took his place. The new guy had a cock very similar to the last, so he kept my hole feeling stuffed as he worked his entire length into me. In the meantime, his predecessor came around for me to lick his cock clean. More cum and bloody streaks, but I did not hesitate. It all still tasted yummy! “Come on, guys, we need to trash this pig hole,” my fucker said. He was working up a good rhythm now, my slack hole slurping over his cock with every plunge into my depths. This is what some asses were made for -and mine certainly was! Seconds later I felt more pressure at my hole. My first fucker had slipped underneath me, and I thought maybe he was trying to finger me along with the dick, but it turned out to be his cock. He had said he wanted to fuck me again, and they were determined to trash my hole, so I guess double-dicking me was the next logical step. Not that my ass was in agreement. Involuntarily, I found my hole was clamping down hard to try and keep him out. One big dick in my butt was enough. Or so I thought. I guess my ass was slick enough with lube, cum, and blood, that somehow he managed to pop his head in. I let out a gasp from shock and pain. I knew that if their bottle brush hadn’t done enough damage, the double penetration sure did. I was torn -literally. “Fuck, it hurts,” I breathed through clenched teeth. “That’s a lot of dick in me,” I added, going into some relaxation breathing. They took turns plunging into me, sliding along each other's cocks in the process, a nice added stimulation for them, I guess. And then they got into a groove with them both fucking me simultaneously, which really stretched me open and made me feel FULL. Every plunge literally fucked the air from my lungs. It felt like I was being punched in the gut, and the impact travelled right up to my throat. There was so much going on back there, they didn’t last long together. Within ten minutes both men announced they were shooting their loads in me, and I felt red hot liquid splashing my insides. It was hot and stung from all of the exposed tears in my hole. I was going to be feeling this breeding session for days to come. They all stood behind me, whistling, and apparently taking pictures of their handy work. The guy who hadn’t just been in me came around and held his phone out for me to see. All around my hole and down the back of my legs, I was slick with pink cum and some bolder streaks of blood. My hole was gaping wide open and you could actually see inside me. Fucking unreal! While I was distracted looking at the phone, I felt one of the guys shove what must have been a very long, very thick snake-like dildo up my hole. It stretched me and penetrated me deep. He pushed it in deep, then yanked hard almost all the way out. And then he pushed it deeper the next time. "Got to work those toxic loads in you, man. Get them in nice and deep so they don't ever want to come out." A few more minutes of this exquisite torture and he yanked it out hard. These guys weren't out to make me feel good, not really. They didn't care that they were damaging my asshole. They wanted me damaged, destroyed, broken in. Receptive to their virus. The guy taking pictures tossed his phone down on the bed beside me and then asked, “Ready for round 2?” right before painfully jabbing his big dick into my slack hole. Even with the heavy use it hurt. But I still backed up onto him. While the first fucker had already gone for round two, he was more than happy to go for round three after the other two delivered their deadly loads in me. I’d never felt so exhausted and used up. We were all drenched in sweat, and my bedroom absolutely stank of sweat and cum. “Let us know if that takes, faggot,” one of the other guys said, while they all got their clothes back on. “If it doesn’t, we’ll have a repeat. And maybe bring along a few other friends who have higher viral loads than us.” One of the other guys piped in just then. “Fuck that -we will be back. Your ass will never be the same. We’re gonna keep pumping that trashed hole until you get sick. And then we’ll pump it some more. That’s when your immune system is good and low. Great time to take more toxic loads.” He gave me a stinging slap on my ass and added, “Sleep well, slut.” At that, they all quietly left. I heard the front door click closed behind them, but I was so exhausted I couldn’t get up just yet to lock it. And then I couldn’t help it, I collapsed on the bed and drifted off to sleep, laying there completely naked, my lower half drenched in sweat and cum and blood. I must have been a sight. Dan As soon as I left the house I jumped in my truck and took off. But I was so confused I didn’t know where to go. Plus my dick was still hard as fucking rock in my pants. I had to adjust myself a couple of times and finally couldn’t take it anymore and had to open my pants for some relief. I just hoped I didn’t get pulled over for some reason. I found myself only driving a few blocks away before circling back. On the second turn around the neighbourhood I pulled into the parking lot of a convenience store to collect my thoughts. All I could think about was the slut back at the house. And even though I felt disgusted by what I’d left going on back there, my cock just wouldn’t deflate. If anything it was harder than ever. And leaking crazy amounts of precum. I was a mess. Without thinking I began swiping up the puddles of precum from my crotch and stomach, and then licked it from my fingers. I’d never even considered that before, but it actually tasted good. And it made my dick throb more now that I was thinking about licking up my own juices. And then the thought of juices brought my mind right back to where this all started. The slut. My stomach was still somewhere down in my feet, but I knew where I needed to be. I started the truck again and drove. The conclusion of the evening of debauchery . . . While I was asleep, a part of me was still conscious enough to be thinking about everything I’d done this week. How low I’d sunk. If anyone who knows me knew that I’d let an entire construction crew breed me -repeatedly!- they would be mortified. But somehow I just couldn’t bring myself to regret it. It’s like that was the missing part in my life. I’d always harboured feelings of wanting to be used by multiple men, but never acted on it before. Not to this extent. But it felt natural. This is what I was meant to be. A cumdump. Probably a diseased one now, but even that thought didn’t deter me the way it might have a week ago. As these thoughts registered, I found myself coming more awake. And that’s when I felt the bed shifted from the weight of someone laying down behind me. Seconds later a hard cock slipped into my sloppy ass, and I felt a kiss on the side of my neck. “Sorry I took off like that,” Dan said. “I had some thinking to do,” he added as he slowly pumped me while we both lay on our sides. “And?” I asked, my heart and stomach both doing flip-flops. “And I’m right where I need to be,” he replied before driving his hard cock into me balls-deep. It’s where I wanted him to be, too. The End (for now) . . . Or Just The Beginning . . .

Day 3, Part 3 Chris felt Colin get yanked out of his hole and Steve was shoving his hard cock back in. Steve let out a loud moan and began to fuck Chris's wet hole. "Yeah, everyone has been raving about your ass. You're going to make a good addition to the club" Steve whispered to Chris while he drilled harder. Chris was surprised at how good Steve was at fucking ass. Two weeks earlier he thought the guy was totally straight and maybe even homophobic but not any more. Steve planted his cock in all the way and growled loudly while his cock pumped another load into Chris's cum hole. "Gimme a chance, Steve. I want to feel all that really hot seed on my cock" Ken said. Steve gave one last hard shove and pulled out. Chris could feel Ken's muscled body pressed against his back and then he felt both arms wrap around him. Ken rubbed his cock up and down Chris's ass crack, covering it in the cum that was leaking out of Chris's well used hole. Ken pushed in and stood there for a minute marveling at the sloppy cunt. His hips started to rock and Ken's strokes got longer and longer while grunting each time. Chris was moaning just as loud as Ken was grunting, loving how his cock was churning the cum in his guts. It didn't last much longer though and Ken's cock started to throb, adding even more cum to Chris's hole. Les pulled out his marker and was adding the 4 more lines on Chris's back when they heard some rustling behind them. "Mighty nice lookin' cumdump you got there. Mind if my son and I add ours?" the older guy said. Chris strained his neck but couldn't see the guy or his son. They both had fishing poles and tackle boxes in their hands and were dressed similarly in baggy cargo shorts and no shirt. Steve looked them over and chuckled, wondering if they knew what they were getting into. The dad, Tom, looked like many late 40's dads with a little fur on his chest, a few extra pounds and a several days scruff on his face. A well worn baseball cap hid his balding head. His son was in his early 20's, about the same 5 foot 10 height as his dad but skinny, had long bright red hair pulled back in a pony tail and only a little body hair below his navel and in his pits. "Sure, just make it quick. We need to get back on the river" Ken said. The dad pushed his son, Jay, toward Chris and the son looked a little shocked. He walked slowly up to Chris, unbuttoning his shorts and then taking them off. As he got behind Chris, he pushed his white briefs down and stroked his cock. He looked around and saw everyone watching him. "Don't be nervous Jay, just fuck the slut" his dad said. Chris could sense Jay's nervousness but once his dick was inside Chris, all that vanished. Jay slowly built up speed and quietly said "Oh my fucking god... you are so loaded with cum." It only took a few more minutes of fucking Chris's cum filled hole before Jay couldn't hold back. He groaned as he emptied his balls. Jay felt his dad's hand on his shoulder and backed away, giving his dad a chance at Chris's ass. Tom had no nervousness and it was obvious to everyone that he had fucked guys with an audience before. Unlike his son, Tom didn't start slow and began thrusting into Chris's pussy and just got harder until a few minutes later was dumping his seed into the mix inside Chris's chute. Everyone started to turn to head back to the canoes and Steve let out a loud laugh. Andy had awakened and was kneeling in front of Jay, sucking his cum covered cock. Les was about to untie Chris and yelled out "Andy, get your ass over here!" Andy bobbed a few more times and got up, licking his lips clean as he walked quickly over behind Chris. His dick was already hard and he just shoved it into Chris's loose hole. He fucked hard and fast until he began to shoot. Chris was trying to tally up all the loads he had taken and realized he had lost count. At least there were the marks on his back so he could find out at the end of the trip.

Part 2: Feeding My Sins As I kissed Father Frances’ feet the other gentleman had removed his clothes. He was maybe mid 30’s with a nice clean body. In shape but not over muscular. About an 8 inch cock that was thick as Father Frances. And a scorpion tattoo just above his cock. This man was gentle with me. He allowed to take his cock at my own pace. I wrapped my hand around his cock and gently stroked for a couple of minutes. Then I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slowly eased my way down his cock. Within a minute I had his cock buried in my throat. He gently face fucked me at first. It was nice but I realized I needed to be treated rough. Father Frances realized this as well and told the gentleman to abuse my mouth. With that he grabbed me by the back of my head and really started giving me a proper face fucking. This was my heaven. I definitely enjoyed being used roughly. After several minutes the gentleman pulled his cock from my mouth and had me bend over the desk. He rammed his cock up my ass which felt wonderful thanks to already having Father Frances’ load from earlier. Apparently I was moaning a little too loud because Sister Mary came in and told Father Frances I could be heard down the hall. I was both in ecstasy and panic being caught by Sister Mary. She quickly removed her panties and stuffed them in my mouth to stifle my moaning. The gentleman never let up pounding my ass. Before leaving Sister Mary told me to stop by her office after I was finished pleasing Father Frances and Mike. Mike was apparently the guy’s name who was fucking me. He started really picking up the pace and started fucking me harder. Within a few minutes he let out a low grunt and dumped a bigger load in my ass than Father Frances had. After he finished cumming in my ass mike pulled out and removed the panties from my mouth. And I quickly got on my knees and cleaned his cock for him. Once he was satisfied he pulled his cock out of my mouth and kissed me gently on the lips. He got dressed and left me and Father Frances alone in his office. I was still on my knees when Father Frances told me to put the panties on. He had me get back down on my knees and he had me crawl to Sister Mary’s office. Father Frances stayed in his office but before I left he told me that I could no longer leave the church unless it was under his and Sister Mary’s supervision. I said Yes Father before crawling out of his office and into Sister Mary’s office. Once inside her office she quickly shut the door and stuffed my mouth with another pair of panties. She then gave me a shot in my butt cheek and before I knew it I collapsed onto the floor. I awoke some time later in bed but not my own. Something felt different on my body and once I regained some thought I discovered the source. I quickly realized that my life no longer was my own.

For the past few months I've been going back and forth on whether or not to make a move on my cousin. I found him on grindr and he's really hot. I was really close to asking him if he'd ever want to fool around when we were alone in my car over the holidays but I panicked and backed out. Yesterday I finally just said "screw it" and hit him up on grindr. I was so nervous that my stomach felt sick and my legs were burning and wobbly. But he hit me back, then he texted me and invited me over to his house! We both still live with our parents and it felt weird going to my aunt and uncle's house to do this so I asked if we could stay outside. He had me pull my car in the garage and got in, and we talked for a little bit. I told him I was a total bottom so my dick was off limits, then we kissed and it felt like I was having an orgasm. He's such an amazing kisser! Then I unbuttoned his pants and took his dick out and stroked it while we made out, then I gave him a blow job! It was incredible and my head was spinning the whole time. When he came I sat up and swallowed, then I asked if he wanted to hang out at my place. He's coming over today to fuck me and I'm so excited! I've been cleaning my room and waiting for my mom to go to work so I can text him and tell him to come over. I haven't been this nervous and excited about anything in a long time.

If I were to attend MAL, this is what I would wish for. It's the first night of MAL. I've already spent some time mingling with people in the lobby. Enjoying the eye candy, exchanging glances with other men, drinking a few beers. My cock is hard and I cannot wait to get into more comfortable and easy access gear and check out a dance party at one of the clubs. I change into my new leather harness and jock strap, slip into my favorite pair of boots, and grab my cowboy hat. I lube my ass up, because I am not coming home without a load in me and want to make things easier for any willing tops. My ass looks great in this leather jock. The harness attaches to it and I'm already getting my codpiece wet with pre-cum thinking about the possibilities. We get to the club, where it's packed, loud and smells like raw sex. I'm in heaven. There are several levels, so I check out each one, trying to find a good opportunity for some cock. As I go up, the levels get a little less crowded, and on the third floor I find a decent sized dance floor, with a few people here and there, and then I spot him. This gorgeous hunk, about my height, hairy, thick build, beard and devilish smile. I look at him, and catch him looking back. He's dancing slowly to the music, and notice that his cock is out, hanging low, with a 0 gauge PA pulling it down. I have always wanted a PA fuck, could this be my lucky day? I start dancing and slowly get closer to this man, I dance so that my ass is facing him. It looks good in this jock, nice and firm. Will it catch his attention? It's looking like it. He starts dancing and moving my way, and I notice his cock slowly getting larger and starting to defy gravity. I start backing my ass up closer to his direction, and eventually, I bump into him. By this time, I can feel the cold metal of his PA right at the top of my ass cheeks. That is the perfect height. I start pushing my ass up against his crotch, feeling his hard cock fully against my ass, opening up my cheeks with his thickness. He starts slowly grinding up against me, with his cock sliding up and down my crack. I can feel the metal graze against my hole and it sends all the right signals to my brain. He grabs me by the harness, pulls me close, turns my head with his hands and starts to kiss me as he grinds into me more. I can smell cigar and beer in his breath and beard. His cock is looking for my hole, I can feel it moving near my hole and look for that alignment as we adjust our bodies to help. Suddenly, we hit that right spot and his pierced head catches my hole just right, so that instead of sliding up and down, it starts finding its way into me. Thanks to my planning and how horny and turned on I am, my hole is ready for his cock. The pierced head starts sliding in, and I start pushing back into him to help it go in deeper. It doesn't take long before he bottoms out against me, and I feel his full cock inside me. It's just the right size, and the PA hits my prostate. FUCK, this random guy is balls deep in me, RAW, in public, and it is everything I have dreamed of. The song changes and the beat picks up, which is perfect as we start going into a full fuck, and no one can tell what we are doing. He fills me with his cock with every thrust. My cock is rock hard. He pulls me into him with his arms. As we kiss, I beg him to breed me. He puts his mouth to my ear and says "I already did".

Just about 20 minutes ago I was fucked tag teamed by "2 dom Egyptian masters" in my parents house. In the guests room the door was unlocked, I was nude, hole up in the air on all fours waiting for them in the bed. As a bitch I keep my pussy always ready to take their dicks clean and lubed up.😈 I heard the door open and they walked in, One of them said: "Ooof Fuck, what a sub slutty son of bitch" I Got fucked by both of them in my throat, my pussy hard and rough enough, choking me and being super aggressive. I tried to be quiet, but you know how it is. My mother and sis was upstair of course they can heard the sound of dicks smack into my pussy. 🤫😂 One of them was really thick huge dick around 10 inch I sucked him to hardness. After the 2nd loaded my hole switched places and I cleaned his dick while the huge dick guy fucked me. He slid it into my hole and kept calling me a slut, a whore and a faggot for having such a sloppy cumfilled hole. Even I could hear the splat and squirt of the cum in my ass being pushed in and pulled out. I try to grabbing his hips and ass pulling him further, I just took it like a champ. / After 5 hours and half from getting fucked, finally I have... ((8 loads inside my pussy and 1 load down in my throat.)) 😈😈😍

Rod called home and told his mom, he would be late again. She asked if he was helping a friend. Yes was his response. He hurried to Jerry's as soon as he could leave. His ass ached. The lock on his chastity cage was far too big and his pants bulged. It forced his balls back and they hurt. He didn't care. He wanted what was waiting for him. He wanted it with all he had ever wanted anything. The door was locked this time. Rod pushed the buzzer. The door opened and Rod was pulled in by the lock on his chastity cage. It hurt and Rod didn't care. It was dark and a light shone on Rod. Routine, Rod, routine. Rod stripped. The bright light went out and Rod could see five, no six guys. Jerry and Butch were there with Dom, but there were four guys he had never seen before. Dom simply said, "Tonight is your night. We will have you turned out be 10 and on your way home. Bitch, meet your Masters, your betters." Rod looked on in awe. The were all hung like oxen. "Men this is my Bitch, you will all dump two loads in him tonight and he will be plugged. If you need to shit, do it now, my bitch will clean your ass with his tongue,"Dom announced. Only one man headed to the John. Dom pushed Rod toward that room. Habit caused Rod to kneel in the tub shower. Dom gave him piss. 2 others did too, One just pissed on him. The tallest guy commented on the size of Rod's clit. Dom said, "Tell him what you have there, Bitch." Rod responded, "I have Dom's little clitty." The guy said, "Isn't it a dick?" Rod answered, "No, it is Dom's little clitty. I have a little clitty, no dick." " Good training," the guy responded. No more time was wasted. Rod was on the bed, face down, ass up. Each man took his turn in that sweet ass. "What is it that I'm fucking," asked the tall one. "Dom's pussy," Rod responded. When the first round was complete, Rod's ass was open and loose. Second round opened him even wider. They made him beg for the second round. When the last thrust took place, Rod was pretty exhausted. Dom produced a large buttplug, shoved it in Rod's ass, and told him to take it out in the morning, and shit what was left of the cum out. He produced an ever larger lock and place it on Rod's little caged cock. It felt like a lead weight. They told him to head for home. He dressed, The walk wasn't easy. The lock was misery. There was a note on the fridge, Mom and Dad had gone to the movies. Rod walked up the stairs, balls aching and into the bathroom. He showered and crawled into bed. He wondered what tomorrow would bring. Somehow, he knew. He was now just a cumdump, he was Dom's cumdump with little clitty and cunt.

This happened in the late 70s when I was around 27 yrs old. I worked at GM in Oklahoma City, got off at 3 each day, so I had a couple free hours before I had to be home for the wife. There is a public park, Trosper Park, in Midwest City area. It was very active then, still is pretty active today, but they've done everything they can to limit the activity, shutting down and demolishing the public bathrooms, putting up fencing to keep people from going into the woods on trails, etc. I used to go down those trails. The cum soaked tissues, rubbers filled with cum, made me hornier every time as I imagined the guys who fucked and sucked in those woods. Anyway, I parked near one of two public bathrooms. The men's side was very busy, guys coming and going, a few naked horn dogs would occasionally stand at the door, waving their hard dicks to the world. I finally got up the nerve to tuck my cock back in my Levi's and walk to the bathroom. A nice looking guy was wanking at the urinals. Two booths were occupied. I stepped up beside him and we jerked each other for a bit. The danger of being caught was an added, exciting boost to my sex drive. It must have worked for him, too, cause he stiffened his body, moaned, and shot his load, splattering the porcelain of the urinal. He quickly tucked, zipped, and left without finishing me. Damn. I heard the guys in the booths, noisily sucking. Then one yelled, shi, I'm cumming. He said thanks, man, and quickly left. I moved into the empty stall. There was a good sized glory hole. It made me horny, thinking how his dick was through that hole, pulsing his load into a waiting mouth. So, I stepped up, slid my 8 inch cock through the hole. A warm hand jacked me, then a warm, wet mouth took me in. Oh shit it felt great. I just wanted more. He stopped. I pulled back and a big uncut cock pushed through. At that time I had never sucked. I did6really want to, so I just jacked him. That must have frustrated him as he pulled back and said, come over here, kid. The booths didn't have doors. I waddled around to his side, pants at my knees. He was a chubby, short, very hairy old guy. He told me he would hum my cock and removed his dentures. That was kind of gross. But it felt so good that I gave in. He worked my cock like magic, smooth, wet, slick, his tongue dancing all over my dick. He stood up. Pushing me into the back of the stall, forcing me to bend forward, I felt his big uncut, dripping cock head against my ass. I had never had anal sex. But I was so turned on, I yielded to this old troll, letting him penetrate and push forward. It hurt so much I saw stars and cried out. He let me adjust to his size, then began to fuck me. I gradually relaxed and my prostate was being battered by his blunt cock with each shove forward. My dick was painfully hard and I just wanted the old man to use my ass. Hugging me tight. His hairy abdomen was pushed against my smooth back, his dick pistoning into my bowels, he grunts and shoves deep. His cum pulses into me. Over and over. My cock pulses and I moan making a big mess all over the porcelain potty as my cum splatters. He pulls out, turns me around, forces me to sit in my own cum on the stool and makes me clean off his cum and ass juice-covered cock. It was disgusting and hot at the same time. Thanks, kid, he said. Zipped up and left. I sat there, stunned, as more guys came in and did their thing. I finally got up, cleaned my ass up, left for home. I visited the park many times and he sucked me off several times. His gummy buds were too fantastic to turn down. Replies? Similar experiences? Krob73045@gmail.com

I just got back from stopping at Peepland ABS here in Vegas. It was a slow morning there. But, I did get to suck off a hot cock from a tall black man with a butt ugly face. I got to the store about 8am. There were only 2 cars in the lot. I went into the arcade and found 2 red lights on. I tried the first door. Unlocked. I opened the door and the young, 20'something guy inside brushed me away. I then tried the next occupied booth. But the door was locked. So, I went to the empty booth at the end of the hall, closed the door, but kept it unlocked. And sat down to watch a movie and wait. About 5 minutes later I heard the door alarms and turnstiles at both the main door and at the arcade door both chime. So, someone new has shown up. Very shortly my booth door opened and an extremely tall, skinny, butt ugly black guy in his early 60's walked into my booth. He glanced me up and down, then flipped the lock on the door and came all the way in the large booth. Now, you all know that I love nothing more that black dick. But there was just something about this man that wasn't particularly appealing to me. Everything about his appearance was in the exteem. Extremely tall, extremely skinny, extremely wrinkled and weathered face and hands. His face had an odd, misshaped quality to it. He just stood in front of me, off to the side of the TV screen, but didn't make a move to pull out his dick or to reach for mine, which is what normally happens in these booths as soon as the door closes. He seemed quite nervous, unsure and awkward. Since I wasn't finding him particularly attractive, I was debating whether to reach for his cock or not? But, I have to say that his nervous and awkward demeanor was a turn on. So, I finally reached in my pocket, pulled a couple of dollar bills from my pocket, fed the video machine, pulled out my poppers and reached for his crotch. He let me feel his cock, which felt ample, but was soft. I pulled his belt toward me and he lurched closer to me, nearly stumbling. He made no effort to undo his belt or zipper. So, I reached for his belt buckle and unfastened it. I pulled his zipper down and reached under his boxers to feel his cock. He jumped a bit when I did that, but then relaxed and let me continue to feel his dick. I pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees and then took his soft cock into my mouth. He slowly grew as I sucked. He grew to a nice 7 inches with a giant mushroom head covered with ample foreskin. Once he was fully hard, he pulled his pants to his ankles and stepped out of his pants and boxers. Kicking them aside. While he did this, I took some deed drags on my poppers. Then went back to sucking on his foreskin. He was relaxing and now making some soft moans as I worshipped his black manhood. He reached down to my tits and felt them through my shirt. I lifted my hoodie up over my head, hooking it around the back of my neck, exposing my chest for him. He now pinched and pulled on my nipples as I sucked him. By now, he was really into this. He was whispering in a soft voice, "Yeah, fag. Suck my black dick". "Nice cocksucker." "Fuck, yeah! You cockfucking whore". He said all of this so softly, it was difficult to even hear over the sound of the movie. But, it was a real turn on to hear him enjoying it. "Show me your cunt, faggot." Wow! That awkward, nervous guy that walked into my booth had now turned into a DOM, Top that was taking control. I stood, fed a few more dollar bills into the video machine. I turned and bent over the chair that is bolted to the concrete floor. I pulled my pants down and stepped out of them. I pulled my shirt off and balled all my clothes up to use as a padding against the hard chair. As well as keep my pockets secure from sticky fingers that we occasionally run into in these types of booths. I took a deep drag on my poppers and spit on my fingers. Wiping the spit on my asshole to give some lube. "Spit on my hole and on your cock, please", I asked. He did. He spit a couple of times on my hole. He spit on his fingers and put it on the head of his cock. Then he stepped up to my ass and rubbed his mushroom head on my hole. I took another deep drag of my poppers as I felt him slide up into me. His cockhead plopped into me and my sphincter clamped down on it like a vice. He and I both let out soft moans. He held his cock there for a moment for me to adjust as I took another drag of poppers. I now screwed the lid on the poppers and he took hold of my hips and began to fuck. His thrusts were slow and deep. And because of his large, mushroom head, I could feel it all the way as he slid in and out. By now, I was fully adjusted to his cock. I moved to a kneeling position on the chair and turned my head back to look at him. He towered over me, looking down at me with a partial smile and devious expression on his face. "Fuck me hard", I pleaded to him in a whispered voice. "I want you to fuckin' breed me with your big black cock. Make me your bitch". Well, I think I found the magic words to get him going. "Oh, you gonna' get my nut, faggot. Don't you worry 'bout that. You're ass gonna' be full of my nut." he said with a crooked smile. He was now slamming into me so hard that my head was banging against the back of the chair. Thank God, the chair is bolted to the floor. The chair squeaked and hit the back wall as he repeatedly slammed into me. Between the sounds of his pelvis slamming and slapping against my ass, the squeaking chair and the sound of the chair hitting the wall, and the grunts coming from both of us, there was no doubt to anyone else in the arcade what was going on in our booth. He must have fucked me for close to 15 minutes. The position on the chair was getting painful for me. So, I finally shifted and stood on one leg and had my other leg up on the chair. He adjusted his position and he was able to go even deeper up into me. He reached up and was pinching my nipples, now as he continued to fuck me. "Oh, fuck, baby.............. God damn, baby.......... You gonna' get my load, you pussy............. You want it? You want it? Huh? Huh, fag? ............ You want it in you?" he growls. "Yes! Yes! Cum in me. Fill my cunt! Yeah, baby. Seed my pussy!" I'm saying to him as I turn my head to look back and up at him. As our eyes meet, I say "Cum in me, please!" He slams deeply into me, holds it there and lets out a loud growl. His pelvis is shaking as I milk my sphincter muscles around his throbbing cock. He's shaking so hard, I'm afraid he's going to fall over. Finally, he slowly pulls out of me. He quickly pulls some paper towels from the dispenser on the wall and wipes his cock. He reaches for his boxers and steps into them. Then quickly pulls his pants on. Slipping into his shoes. He adjusts himself as I'm just now beginning to reach for some paper towels to wipe my ass. He says nothing, turns and leaves my booth. I hear the turnstiles and door chimes as he exits the arcade and then the store. I pulled my pants up and sat down on the chair to catch my breath and for my head to clear from the poppers. The door to my booth opened. A young twink kid peeks his head in. "Sounded like Big Black Daddy gave you some good dick". he said with a chuckle and a smirk on his face. I smiled and said, "He did indeed. He did indeed". The kid closed the door. I let the money run out on my machine and decided I'd better head out to get my day's errands done. A great way to start my morning. That's for sure. It again reminded me that good looks aren't everything. Like with this BBC, some of my best fucks have come from guys I wouldn't normally give a second look.

Day 2, Part 5 "Where the fuck have you guys been?" Steve yelled out. "Doing what we're supposed to be doing fucking... paddling" Eric yelled back. They hurried to get unloaded and set up. The sun went down and everyone was seated around the fire eating dinner. The whiskey came out again and everyone chilled and talked. Ken looked over at Chris sitting naked in his camp chair and asked "how many are you missing to get two from everyone?" "Six, sir" Chris replied. "Well, you know what you need to do then before we crash for the night" Ken said. "Yes, I do" Chris answered. PJ was the first to get up and tap Chris on the shoulder. They went to the opposite side of the fire so everyone could watch. Chris got on all fours and PJ slid his cock in. He fucked for about five minutes and then grunted and groaned. Chris couldn't feel anything and it seemed different to the other times PJ had bred him. PJ started to fuck again and they heard the other guys yell out "Yeah, give him another dose!" and "Breed him again!" PJ continued on a little longer than the first time and then growled louder and slammed in. Chris could feel PJ's cock throb in his hole, unlike the first time. PJ fumbled around looking for his shorts, pulling out a marker and adding two to Chris's back. Chris then remembered PJ's forbidden fuck from the night before and understood the fake orgasm and two marks. Chris waited on his knees and slowly one by one Danny, then Andy, Steve, Ken and Les took their turns. Just as he was getting up to go to his tent, Billy walked up and said "Not so fast." He kneeled down and put his arm around Chris's chest before Billy humped his dripping ass. Chris pushed his ass back and snagged Billy's cock and it easily pushed inside. "You fuckin' slut" Billy said and Chris just moaned. They stood there, Billy pumping his cock in and out for several minutes until he picked up the pace. A few thrusts later and Billy's body shook while his cock pumped another load of cum into Chris's unprotected ass. One more mark got added to Chris's back and Chris heard a few comments from the rest of the guys "Fuck, that was hot", "Damn, he's a greedy bottom" and one he didn't understand completely "He's done now." Later, the guys headed towards their tents and as soon as Chris was inside, Colin said "Face down, faggot." Chris laid down on his sleeping bag and pushed his ass up, knowing what Colin wanted. He prepared himself for another lame fuck and Colin gave it. While his ass was sore and tired, Chris worked it around Colin's cock. Once again, he got Colin to shoot before Colin wanted and felt a slap across his head. "Asshole!" Colin yelled before he pulled his softening cock out and rolled over to his sleeping bag and fell asleep. Marks on Chris's back: ///X ///X ///X ///X //// (24)

Getting fucked by guys much older than me drives me wild. I regularly get guys from 60s upwards breeding my ass and given the choice I would always have older over younger. The oldest to breed me was 81. I feel it’s my duty to let old dads and grandads load my ass and it really makes me feel more of a slut not caring how old they are or what they look like.

Chicago 23 Feb 2020 I flew back to the US from London via Chicago. We were late to O’Hare because of headwinds and it took me a while to figure out how to get from O’Hare to downtown Chicago (don’t laugh). I had decided to check out Steamworks as I had the last time I was in Chicago. It did take a while so I didn’t step into Steamworks until just before midnight - and I had to catch an early flight to NYC! I had a room on the first floor. I quickly shucked off my clothes, cleaned out and lubed my ass. Then I started walking around checking out what was going on. There weren’t so many guys there - it was the same night as one of the bi-monthly CumUnion Invades The Hole at Jackhammer parties - a party I was supposed to be at but I had taken too long from O’Hare to get to. After a half hour or so I had found the fuck bench in the maze on the 3rd floor with the purple led lights on a rotating lamp illuminating the bench area. I put some more silicon lube up my ass and climbed on, sniffing some poppers. Incredibly, in a very short time a guy was probing my hole with his dick. He slid it in and started pumping my hole. I was surprised and completely ecstatic. My ass was filled with happy lust waves as the guy was pumping away. I no time he had come in my ass and pulled out. I put my finger up my ass to get his cum on my finger and tasted it. My hole was slick and I thought of wiping the cum off but just then another guy came up behind me and pushed me back up on the bench and put his hard dick up my ass and began fucking me hard. Again my ass was filled with pleasure-lust waves and again the guy came in my ass shortly. After he pulled out I did clean out a bit - a short shot but everything was clean. I lubed up again and put my ass back on the 3rd floor fuck bench after walking around a little. A little giggly group of what I assume were twink boys came through the maze and then died out. But over the next hour or so three more guys came up and loaded up my ass. So far five dicks, five pump and dump fucks and five loads. And at least fifty minutes of pure pleasure in my ass. I went back to my room to check the time since I was supposed to be at the airport three hours ahead of time. I was afraid of pushing it especially since it had taken me so long to get downtown to begin with. I thought I could chance an hour more. My door was open and this middle-aged Hispanic man comes in and begins to talk to me and fingers my ass, telling me about his Mexican friend with a really big dick (who wasn’t in the club). He wanted to take me home and fuck me there. As it turned out he said he lived near O’Hare. I turned him down but he bent me over and tried to fuck me in my room. As he couldn’t get hard it didn’t really work out. We kissed and he said he’d try to find me later. I went back to the 3rd floor fuck bench but no one came up. I had noticed that more guys were in the club but they seemed to be staying on the 1st and 2nd floors. It was maybe 2:15 am so still kind of early but it was a Sunday. I went down to the 1st floor and found a fuck bench there - and it had a fair amount of traffic. I lubed up and got on the bench. A few guys walked by and then a guy came directly over to the fuck bench and shoved his hard dick up my ass, pumping away, leaving another load after another ten minutes of pure ass pleasure. This time again before I could get up another guy mounted my ass and came in my ass after waves of pure joy flooded my ass. I cleaned out once again with a little shot, relubed and got back on the fuck bench. A big guy came up and I thought was trying to put a hard dildo or other rubber toy up my ass, which I thought was a little odd. But I realized that that was actually his large dick as it slide up my hole after a little resistance. I did need to sniff poppers for this guy but that fuck had me and the fuck bench totally shaking and my ass was awash with indescribable ass happiness. He fucked me for a longer time and then came deep in my ass. I had a glimpse of him as he walked away - he was really muscular, and brown or black with a really big dick (I could only see his legs really from my angle). Immediately afterward another guy mounts me and begins fucking away, depositing his load after making my ass even more happy than it was. I also got a glimpse of this guy and I’m pretty sure it was the middle-aged Hispanic man from earlier. So, nine dicks up my ass and apparently nine loads (it is possible that the really big dicked guy wore a condom but I didn’t see any when I got off the bench). I went back to the 3rd floor and checked the time on the computer. It was pushing 3 am and I was supposed to leave. I logged on to BBRT and sent a message to a big dicked poz daddy who I always wanted to hook up with. Just then a smoking hot Hispanic boy with both tits pierced comes up to me at the computer station and says “Hi”. I said “Hi” back and then asked him if this was normal of Steamworks on Sunday morning (without actually clarifying what I meant). He said no, he had just been walking by and debated whether or not to go in but he got a feeling he should. I then asked him what he was doing at Steamworks on an early Sunday morning. He said “You know”. So I said I have a flight to catch but I’d like to get fucked one more time before I go. And he said “Okay, sure”. As I looked down his dick was peaking up through his towel. I sent the message on BBRT as I began sucking his dick. I try to take him to the fuck bench in the maze next to the computer station but it’s not right next to the station and Mr. Hot Boy gets lost at some point. I thought he had actually changed his mind after trying to find him for a while. After giving up I went back to my room and began getting ready to go. First I wipped all the lube off my hole but my door was open and just then Mr. Hot Boy reappears and says “Somehow we got separated.” I apologized and said I really had to catch a flight but them pealed off my clothes and licking his tits. He closed the door and leaned back as I started sucking his dick which got hard really fast. He bent me over and began pushing his dick against my now dry hole. I was concerned that I wouldn’t be able to take him but he slide in effortlessly (my hole is pretty tight so I was pleasantly surprised by this) as he began pumping me from behind. He whispered deliciously “How many dicks have been up that ass tonight?” I said nine, ten with yours, a rely he seemed to like. He pushed me on the bed and kept fucking me from behind, every thrust a delicious wave of pleasure in my ass. He flipped me over and began fucking me missionary as I licked his tits. After a short while he lay back and pulled me on top of him so I could ride his dick. But unfortunately I did have to stop and catch my flight. I was definitely afraid we might fuck for hours if I kept going and I couldn’t miss my flight. I really did want my ass to suck all of the cum out of his body but it was the wrong time. I had also wanted to eat his ass and that could easily have gone on for a while. My hand had brushed his hole at one point and it was wet. We could definitely have fucked all night but I just didn’t have the time. I got his name but probably because I was too jet lagged forgot to give him my social media info. However I’m definitely heading back to Chicago soon to hunt him up. Chicago: ten dicks up my ass, ten fucks, and eight or nine loads. I was more than amazed. And BTW, I still haven't gotten a message back from the NYC big dicked POZ breeder.

I see what you are saying, but harm comes in many different ways, emotional, physical, psychological. What you said will only stem physical harm. I get it people are adults and are able to make their own choices, but violating the trust you put in someone comes with consequences. You can be upset when you stealth someone and they aren't pleased about it. As whorish and sluttish a lot of the guys here are sex is still very intimate and special act that deserves at least the most basic of respect, such as consent. Also, just a word of wisdom, stealthing can be prosecuted by the law as a form of sexual violence. So watch out who you stealth.

It's more about power, than finding a welcoming slut

Would you have a bear eat Colin or something? He's such an asshole LOL

Another great read which has me thinking. Sure I could find someone to share with me. Poz me and then be on their way, but that’s not the point for me. The point is sharing this with someone who I connect with. Not in a romantic way but in a deep interesting and intellectual way. It’s a spiritual awakening of sorts. It’s giving my body to another and telling them I want them to be a part of me for the rest of my life. It’s their DNA growing inside of me. So I say who, I say how, I say when. Unfortunately I’ve yet to meet that man. Until now.....

Due to a vey busy work schedule with this contract job of mine, it's been a long while without sex. And yes, coronavirus and meetings for bb sex have crossed my mind. What tipped the scale in favour of male-to-male sexual contact was that I didn't want to stare at my iPhone or computer for porn. We really do need skin-in-skin bb sex for a number of reasons. Now on to my sexual adventures. A fellow younger local sexpig I've cum in suggested I check out a new location for sex (found it on squirt.org). It's in the north-west part of Toronto. The place is small and decent, catering to gay and bi men, -- 6 rooms with TV monitors, some beds on wheels, and a toilet to wash up quickly. When I went there I had one guy suck my cock and I sucked him for a bit. The other guys preferred to stay in their rooms and watch porn. Well, I needed more human contact so I decided to check out Steamworks Toronto (Spa Excess will re-open at the end of March 2020). I wasn't sure of the bb play today at Steamworks Toronto based on past visits, but I'm open-minded. I wasn't disappointed in the least! A real nice change for Steamworks Toronto is that they're remodelled the back, narrow dark room. I LOVE what they've done. They've kept the two benches on either side. Only 1 central confessional exists. The gloryhole booths on either side got cut away and removed. More room to fuck/be fucked, rim/be rimmed, suck/be sucked. That also means more guys can fit in that darkroom for sex. AWESOME! I got there around 4:30 PM and stayed to 9 PM. I got to rim a few bubble butts, which I love to do. One younger guy was sucking off another guy in the front slurp ramp-darkened area. His ass was really inviting, so I got down on my knees to lick his boicunt lips. He had some flavoured lube in his ass. YUM! He was a little but tight. The rimming got me hard and I shoved my cock in as he was still sucking. He arched his back and my cock went straight up into him. I loved fucking him. He stopped sucking the guy and took my hand. He wanted more fun on the fuckhorse in that smaller darkroom. Now that he was straddled on the fuckhorse, I went right to his ass and more fucking. Another younger bald, muscular guy stepped up so the younger guy could suck him and be fucked by me. We switched up positions so he'd get a chance to fuck the young guy's ass. No questions about condoms either. SCORE! I use my room as a pitstop to rest while at Steamworks Toronto. I was on my tummy with the biggest black buttplug I have in my ass. I wanted to get fucked too today. My room is mostly darkened with the outside hall lights to provide a bit of light. Well, this younger built guy asks to come in (we, Canadians, are SO polite - LOL!). He sees the buttplug in my ass and slowly and gently turns it 1/4 turn and takes it out. I do appreciate this! He replaces the buttplug with his cock. I could see his muscular curvy shape in the mirror. He pushed his cock in -- I'd say 5-6" on the thicker side. He gyrates in me. I could hear him pick up his breathing. Left to right, up and down. He pushed his cock to the limit and withdraws quickly to leave. I thank him but he's gone. No chance to clean off his cock. I tasted my ass. When he arched his back, at that point in time he came in me. I tasted very salty cum from my daddy hole. LOAD #1 - in me. He's the strong, silent cummer. No worries here! LOAD #2 -- in me. The next guy I sucked off in the front slurp ramp area. He had a long narrow, great tasting cock. He was a younger, either of South Asian or South American descent. He loves daddies. I started to suck his cock through one of the big holes on the slurp ramp. His cock got longer and bigger. He suggested we have some 1-1 time in one of the gloryholes. I really wanted his cum. I asked him where he wanted to cum in me - mouth or ass; he got off in my cum. With his cock head in my mouth, he jerked off right into my mouth. I could feel about 5 big volleys of cum down my throat. I do not like to waste cum, so no cum was from him. His cum was creamy and slightly salty. He said I might get more later. But I never saw him again yesterday. LOAD #3 - in me. Again I was on my belly in my room, resting. Buttplug was in to keep me loosened to be fucked. A young black beefy muscular guy asked to cum in. He removed my buttplug slowly. He put some lube on my asslips and put his cock in. He piston-fucked me. That kind of rough fucking I haven't experience for quite some time. Sweat poured off his face on to my stomach. He fucked me on my belly, then on my back. He used my pillow to elevate me to his cock's level. After a good long rough fucking, he told me he was close and shot deep into me. He has gone to the Fukkto bb parties at Club120 but really prefers 1-1, personal fucking. I thanked him with a kiss for seeding me. And he took off. A great time at Steamworks Toronto!! I can't wait for Spa Excess to re-open, to be honest! Thanks for reading this post, pig bros! OINK!

Yeah, I was one of those twinks that looked way younger too. Now that I'm over 60 it would be great to be thought of as 10+ years younger, but I have to say that it really sucked when I was 7.... Personally, I'm turned on by the contrast of meeting a guy who looks nice and clean, but turns out to have raunchy interests. If I met a young guy who wanted to explore sex, I'd be happy to help him out.

It was really hard for Rod to change his routine, but he rushed home from school, grabbed his gym things and headed straight to Jerry's. How could this happen? Rod always did the same things. He was changing in ways he didn't know he could change. He was, well he wasn't sure what was happening, he just knew he liked it. He knocked on Jerry's door. It was ajar and Rod entered. When, he closed the door behind him, Dom came from behind the door and locked it. Rod immediately started to strip, it was the routine. Dom started talking filth to Rod. Rod was amazed at how turned on it made him. His dick still locked in that tiny cage. He led Dom to the shower where he knelt, waiting for Dom's hot, fresh piss. Dom produced his big cock all the while telling Rod what a good toilet he made. Rod took every drop and licked his lips. Dom changed, "Bitch, kiss it. Kiss it like it is the love of your life. You are my little bitch today. You want to be my bitch, don't you. You love this big cock. You want it. You want it in you again." Rod was slightly taken aback, Dom pushed him down on the bed and Rod automatically spread his arms and legs, like a routine. After Dom fastened the restraints, he took out keys and unlocked Rods cock. It sprang to life. Dom kept saying what do I have here bitch. Rod would say my cock, and Dom would slap the balls hard. Rod kept answering until he finally said what do you want me to call it. Dom bellowed, "LITTLE CLITTY.. It is your little clitty bitch. I like your clitty, but it is too big so I'm going to keep it little. " Dom proceeded to bring Rod to edge of cumming over and over again. Each time he asked, "What do I have here?" Finally Rod answered, "my little clitty." Rod was beside himself with need to cum. Dom stopped touching him. Rod begged him to let him cum. Rod pleaded. Slowly Rod's cock went down, ever so slowly and Rod was wild with need. Dom said, "Men have cocks, what does my bitch have?" Rod answered, "A little clitty." "Say it again, "Dom prodded, say "Rod has a little clitty." Rod said it. "Shout it," Rod commanded. "ROD HAS A LITTLE CLITTY." the boy screamed. "Now, Rod whose little clitty is that?" "It is your bitch's Little clitty," Rod said defeated. "Lesson one is done. Lesson two time, bitch. You like cock in you, don't you?" Dom said. Rod shook his head yes. "Say it, bitch!" I love cock in me is what Rod said. " Where do you want it. " Rod answered, "In my ass." " Wrong, bitch," Dom said. "You want it in your cunt. "Say it" Rod did. Rod wanted it. He wanted it no matter what Dom called it. "Bitch, telly that you have a pussy, a cunt, that you are a cunt for me and my friends." Dom demanded. Broken, Rod did as he was told. Dom put the tiny cage back on Rod's cock, used an even larger padlock. "Now, bitch, whose little clitty is safe?" Dom asked. Rod answerer, "Dom's little clitty is safe." Dom told him to get dressed and be back after work. Dom knew he had him right where Jerry had wanted him but had gone to slow. Dom would now mold him into the total cumslut that Rod really wanted to be. "Get to work! Get back here right after. You will have at least 4 cocks in you tonight." Dom smirked. Rod answered, "Yes, sir!"

***Thanks for the positive feedback, guys. it's been a long time since I posted a story on here so it is greatly appreciated. And the story continues . . .*** Part Two “Yesterday you said you would do anything I wanted if we cut out early. Time to pay up,” he told me, strolling into the living room and plopping his perfect muscular ass down onto my sofa. The nerve of this guy! Okay, that feeling didn’t stay with me more than a millisecond. How could I possibly refuse a man like him? I’m considered ‘cute’ I suppose, certainly no hunk or stud, so it just never occurred to me that a man like him would give me a sideways glance. I followed him in and just stared into his deep dark eyes for a moment, unsure how to proceed. “My wife, she hates sucking my dick or licking my balls. I’ve heard stories how you guys are better at it anyway, so how ‘bout it?” It was more of a statement than question, given that he spread his legs wide to practically beam a spotlight on that very proportionate looking bulge in his jeans. Apparently everything about this man is big. I don’t need to be told twice, I was down on my knees faster than you can see ‘swallow!’. At first I just stuck my face into his denim clad bulge, getting a good sniff. And then I reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, revealing not only a lack of underwear but also a very choice cut of meat. Again I stuck my face in for a good sniff, his musky balls working on me like an aphrodisiac -every nerve ending in my body and brain lit up like a Christmas tree! I helped him shuffle a bit to pull his pants down enough to release his balls as well, and then got to licking. I gave him a good tongue bath, as he sat with his head thrown back and groaning, and then licking my way up his now towering 8 ½ thick inches, to a beautiful mushroom head. After licking his entire shaft, I set to work on swallowing him. I slurped and licked and sucked my way down that big piece of dick. Luckily he was inexperienced with men and just let me take the reins, so I was able to go at my own pace, which allowed me to comfortably take his entire thick length right down to his pubes. “Fuck!” he growled once I did that. “Oh, fuck, I never knew . . . feels so good,” he mumbled, feeling so good that words were escaping him. I bobbed and slurped, licked and sucked for at least twenty minutes before he grabbed me by the ears to get me to look up at him. “I’m about ready to blow. You swallow?” he asked, which I just nodded ‘yes’ with my mouth still full. He threw his head back and let out a roar as his balls jumped in my hand and emptied their cargo into my hungry mouth. His orgasm went on for at least two minutes, his dick constantly throbbing more pulses of cum onto my tongue. It was awesome. By the time he recovered and caught his breath, I was licking my chops, very satisfied with my mid-morning snack. “That was awesome,” he complimented. “You suck really good dick.” “Thanks, I try,” I replied bashfully. “You have a beautiful dick.” “What to suck it again?” he asked. “Fuck yeah! Anytime,” I told him sincerely. He returned to work and I did some of my own work around the house, barely able to stop thinking about the studly construction worker I’d sucked off. I couldn’t help but wonder how open minded he might be. Just in case he came back today, I decided to douche out. If I’m lucky at all, he’ll want more. Sure enough, about an hour later the doorbell chimed. I was surprised to see another member of the construction crew standing before me. Also over six feet, kind of a rugby player sort of build (which I’ve always had a weakness for) with very dark curly short hair, black eyes and dark hair on all of his body that was exposed. The definition of a stud. “Hi?” I began, completely unsure what to say. “Hey, Bill, my foreman, told me I should come in here to get a little reward for all of my hard work,” he told me a little bashfully. At that moment we both looked over his shoulder as all of the guys burst out laughing at him, and I saw his cheeks flame red with embarrassment. “Oh, very funny!” he yelled back to them, turning to leave -and possibly kick some butt. Aside from the fact that he was so unbelievably hunky, that bit of vulnerability he’d show with that blush of embarrassment lit some sort of fire in me. Plus, if he’s open-minded enough to come to my door for his ‘reward’, who am I do deny? Rather than be embarrassed that Bill (as I now knew his name) had told everyone I sucked his dick, I decided to own it, reaching out and yanking the hunk by the arm back towards the house. “What are you doing?” he asked, stumbling as I pulled. “Giving you a reward for those dicks trying to humiliate you. Or maybe me. Either way, come on,” I told him, with one final yank getting him over the threshold and slamming the door shut. “Want a beer?” I asked him. “Since I’m out there sweating like a pig, that sounds great,” he replied, glancing around the hallway a little nervously. He followed me back to the kitchen and I pointed out a bar stool for him to take a seat. After handing him the beer, which he quickly upended for a long guzzle, I spun the stool away from the counter so that I could have access to him. “Look, you don’t have to . . .” he began, clearly unsure what to do. I looked him in the eyes for a hard second, and then asked, “Are you uncomfortable?” He kind of frowned and thought about it and then looked a little surprised with himself. “No,” he told me confidently. Logically, how could he be? He was now in the air conditioning, about to get his dick sucked, and drinking a beer at eleven in the a-m. “Good,” I said, reaching out and taking hold of his jeans to get them undone. “Just sit back and enjoy your reward.” After another swig of his beer, he seemed to relax into the situation and hunched his hips forward, allowing me full access to him. From there, I got him unbuttoned and unzipped, and hefted out a mouthwatering 9 inches of deliciousness. I took pleasure and my time devouring his sausage, causing him to grunt and groan for a while, before he got bolder and started rubbing my back as I bent over his crotch. As the minutes ticked on, with me slobbering and slurping over him, his hands moved further along my back until it was my turn to be surprised when he began to work his fingers down inside my nylon shorts to begin playing with my hungry hole. I didn’t need another hint. I took my mouth off of his dick and asked him if he wanted to fuck me, which he readily agreed. So I led him down to the bedroom, his hard dick bobbing out in front of him, and had him lay on the bed, where I stripped his pants off completely. Thankfully I’d cleaned out, so I wasn’t wasting any time. I climbed on top of him, and guided his big dick head to my hole and slowly descended onto him. By now we were both groaning. He told me he’d never done anything with a guy before, let alone fuck anyone’s ass. But that it felt amazing. I told him that his dick inside of me felt amazing, too. I was so glad that he’d been worked up enough to not even question me about condoms, as I gave him no choice, anyway. I was already impaled and riding hard, loving every raw inch and second of it. I had already been sucking him for quite a while so I didn’t figure the fuck would last very long, but I was determined to get the most of it. He surprised me after a while when he reached up and began to pinch and tug on my nipples. At first it felt really good and got me to ride him harder, but then it got almost painful as he was pulling on them hard. That’s when I realised he wasn’t actually pulling them to hurt me, he was trying to guide me to bend over him, so as I leaned down, relieving the pain, he hunched up and kissed me. Surprise of surprises! He reached a hand around the back of my head and pulled my face down to his, our tongues mashing and twisting in a hot wet dance, all while he rammed up into my ass. At this point he really took over the fuck. He didn’t release me after our lips met. Our mouths were joined for the next several minutes as he pounded up into me and then growled into my mouth as he emptied his balls into my ass. Fuck yeah! He gave me his load. After several minutes, his balls had run dry and his dick eased out of my hole, and he released his hold on my neck. As I sat up, I think the reality of what he’d done sank in and he looked torn. He frowned at me, shaking his head. “Sorry, I don’t usually . . . I mean, I’ve never kissed a guy before. But I love kissing when I cum, so I guess some part of me took over-” “Hey, don't worry about it. I loved it!” I told him. “Really?” he asked, his face lit up now. “Your dick felt great in my ass. You can fuck me any time you want,” I told him, now climbing off of him. Between his boss and him, I was hoping to get a lot of cum for the duration of their job on my street. He got dressed and I walked him to the door. Before heading out he turned around and asked, “Did you mean that?” “What?” I asked. “About fucking you again?” he asked, really nervous about making a fool of himself. How anyone that masculine and hunky and sexy could ever feel that way is beyond me. “Absolutely!” I gushed. “Any time. I love taking loads. The more, the better.” He nodded at me and headed out. I wondered if I’d gone too far about telling him that I love taking so many loads in me. Might be the stuff that freaks a straight guy out. ***Before anyone starts complaining or reprimanding me, there is some bug chasing coming up soon.***

when younger, i wasn't very picky but had not much with ugly people until i got my first master. he sent me to cruise places and wanted to take me more and more loads every week. If i hadn't enough, he punished me. as you can expect there were not enogh good looking guys to get me the number of loads my master ordered me. soon he forced me to approach the ugly guys and if they were not interested, i had to pull down my pants in front of them and to offer them my hole. at the beginning i felt disgusting but soon i realized that there was much in for me. i still loved my master then for training me taking every guy. I am still thankful to him and nowadays i am into ugly guys - most of the time they are the best fuckers...

Years ago I was texting someone on a pickup site and he wanted to fuck me, walk into my place lights dim ass up like I was sleeping. He said he wasn't good-looking and his dick was strange (his words) long bent and thin. I gave him my address and he came by, I didn't see him till after he came and he really didn't want me to see him. He wasn't horrible but if he came up to me I wouldn't have been interested. His dick was kinda odd with a strange bend and about 10" long and thin. He worked it into me and it felt funny sliding around deep and hot uncomfortable at all. Came a lot. He came over a few early mornings I'd leave door open he'd fuck and preferred if we didn't talk he just used my hole and leave. I miss the crazy loads he left deep inside now.

I play football and cycle so I have good legs and a decent arse but I also like my beer. So I go to the gym three times a week to keep in shape. As an added bonus, there were some hot guys in my gym and from the running machine I could watch them in the mirror. There was one guy in particular who always made my cock twitch. He was just under 6', black hair, smooth and as fit as fuck. I had never seen him naked - despite trying - but in his gym kit he always looked so hot. Always a white vest, slightly baggy but hinting at a fit body, shorts, again slightly baggy but tight enough to highlight what must be a great packet. A boy can dream. And I did. Often. At home from the gym I'd unpack my gym underwear and sniff them as I wanked to hardcore porn, alternating with poppers and imagining me and the guy getting it on. Anyway. One weekend I hadn't been out for a while on the tiles so a mate suggested heading over to Vauxhall for a leather and rubber night. I wasn't too keen. I had had a long week and fancied a quiet night in. But I decided to go and at least have a look. And watch. And if I managed to get myself sorted it was a bonus. And me and my mate often would have some fun together when we were there but nothing too heavy as we were both alike. Bottoms. So that evening I pulled out my gear to decide what to wear. First off I thought of leather. I had a harness and some chaps. But as I pulled them out a pair of rubber shorts fell out with them. I chuckled as I remembered buying them on a whim but never have the guts to wear them. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was the fittest I had ever been. Fuck it I thought. I grabbed the talc. I met my mate in Barcode for a few beers and realised that perhaps the shorts hadn't been the best idea. I was already beginning to sweat between my balls and my crack and wondered how it would feel later. But again I thought fuck it. I could always strip them off completely at the club. I had a rubber cockring on and the flyer had said leather or rubber. It just hadn't specified how much. After a few beers we headed to the club. We bought our tickets and checked in our clothes. My mate had clearly decided he was going to get "sorted" that evening as all he had on,once he had checked his clothes in was a jock, gas mask and a pair of waders. I slipped my poppers into the top of my shorts and I bid him good luck and said I'd see him at the bar. At some point. Inside it was already packed. Heaving in fact. I looked at the bar and decided to give it a miss. It was rammed and someone was being rammed up against it already. I decided to go for a wander. The dance music was humming and the air smelt of sweat, poppers and various other smells which made my cock begin to twitch. As I walked past guys some of them reached out appreciatively. I reached back on occasion but I was just in the mood for looking around. Everywhere I went there were writhing bodies, men kissing, sucking or, up against the wall, being fucked hard. I spied a corner and took up position. I clicked open my poppers and took a swag. I had bought a new type and this was the first time I had opened them. They were strong. So strong they made me momentarily dizzy. It felt good but I made a mental note not to over do it. Opposite me were two guys. The first had a clipped chest and pierced nipples. The second was on his knees. He was slim and feasting on the guy's enormous cock. Every so often he would pull away and wank it furiously. The first guy had his head tipped back and was enjoying the sensation which was clearly heightened by whatever he had taken. A small spark of regret flashed through me. Not the fact that the guy had a cock in his mouth but rather that it had been too long since I had been high. I had decided a few years back that having been promoted at work it wouldn't be a good idea. Next to them was another guy. He was watching me intently. I stared back. He wasn't bad looking. As he looked at me he pulled his cock out out of his leather shorts and started to slowly wank it. He was topless and not unfit. And his cock was pretty inviting. I slid my hand over my crotch and rubbed it as we looked at each other. The poppers were still working and when he winked at me I thought what the hell and walked over. He put his hand behind my head and pushed me down. I let him push me down and I took the head of his cock in my mouth. I love sucking cock and this wasn't a bad one. I heard him moan above the dull thump of the dance beat and push me down his shaft. I closed my eyes and started to suck him off. His cock tasted of others' spit which started to make my cock twitch. Just as I was getting into it someone tripped over my foot. I pulled back and looked up to see someone talking to the guy being sucked off. "Here. Take this." As I watched he pushed something into the guy's mouth and then pushed his fingers into the mouth of the guy kneeling down. He tweaked the guy's nipple and then began to walk away. As he walked passed one of the dim lights something made me look again. He seemed familiar. I don't know why but I stood up and turned to follow him.The guy I had been sucking off tried to grab me. I avoided his grip and shook my head. Without waiting for his reaction I started to follow the other guy. From the back I could tell he was wearing leather chaps and a harness. That was it. He looked fit. But what drew my attention was the purposeful way he was wading through the crowds. I watched as guys reached out. Sometimes he stopped to talk to them. On occasion he stopped and kissed them. But he just kept on walking. He entered the bar area and walked to a quieter part of the bar and talked to the barman. Clearly they knew each other as the barman leaned over and pushed his tongue into the guy's for a long time before turning around and giving him a bottle of water. I walked up and stood next to him. I ordered a beer. He was focused on something behind the bar. I cautiously looked at him in the light of the bar. It was the guy from the gym. I couldn't believe it. I took a second look to make sure. Yes. It was him. Here. Whenever I had seen him at the gym he had been suited and booted. Very well suited and booted. And for some reason I had always thought he was straight. It was the way he knew so many straight guys at the gym. I looked again. He was drinking from the bottle and I watched as a drop of sweat slid down his bicep. Suddenly he was looking at me. No. Glaring. I turned away. Embarrassed that I had been caught. He put the bottle down on the counter and I felt him leave my side. I could feel my face going red. Not from the poppers. Slowly I turned round and watched as he walked away. At that precise moment I made a note to change gyms. I sighed as well. He was even hotter than I thought and I noticed something about him I had never noticed before. Down the back of his spine he had a tattoo of some kind. It didn't seem to be one of those tacky tribal patterns. But I couldn't make it out. I decided to try and see what it was. But just as I was leaving the bar to follow my mate turned up. He was clearly high. I grabbed a bottle of water for him and we started to chat. He was sweating. And to be honest so was I. We had to stand close as the music was louder here and as we chatted he slipped a hand down the back of my shorts. He'd never done that before and it surprised me as I felt him finger the crack of my arse with his index finger. My cock jumped to attention. He leaned in and kissed me. Not a peck on the cheek but a full-on snog. I didn't resist as I felt his tongue in my mouth. He wasn't a bad kisser. But he wasn't excellent. But it felt good to be kissed. We stopped kissing and he pulled me away from the bar and back out into the club proper. We found a corner and continued to snog. He was an eager kisser and perhaps whatever he had taken had made it worse but his tongue was all over the place. He guided my hands to his arse so I dutifully squeezed his cheeks. Don't get me wrong he had a nice arse. Furry but chunky. I slid my hands down his crack and he moaned as I found his hole. It was wet with spit and lube. I pushed a finger in. It felt warm. My cock twitched again. He pushed me against the wall and handed me his poppers as he started to lick down my chest. I closed my eyes as he pulled down my rubber shorts to release my cock. The clod air hit my cock and balls and made me gasp as he over eagerly pulled my cock out and started to suck it. Too hard. I opened my eyes and looked down. He was totally chem-delirious. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and he started to lick and chew my balls. I looked up and started to take another hit of poppers. And there he was. Standing opposite me. Watching us. He winked and smiled and walked off. My cock went soft immediately. My mate tried to take my cock in his mouth again but I pulled up my shorts, pulled him up and kissed him. He wasn't even 'there'. I leant him against the wall and walked away. My face was burning again with shame. God. How long had he been there. What had he seen. I didn't need to change gym. I needed to leave the country. Or the club at least. But first I needed a piss. I walked to the toilets. It was heaving with guys fucking and sucking. But I wasn't in the mood. I was angry. At myself. Fortunately there was a cubicle free. Before anyone, or any group could take it I went in and shut the door. I rested my head against the wall and sighed. The cubicles were clearly designed for more than one person and suddenly I felt very small. I pulled my cock out and tried to take a piss. No good. I couldn't. I stood there for what seemed ages but in the end I gave up. I decided to leave. I could always take a piss on the way home. I opened the door and there he was. Standing in the doorway. "Finished?" he said. I went mute. He sighed and pushed past me swinging the door shut behind him. As I watched he slipped his cock out from his jock and started to take a piss. I couldn't work out if he knew I was there or not but I couldn't open the door as he had his hand on it. His cock was not even hard but I could tell it was a monster. Suddenly it all felt very intimate. There was nothing else to do so I watched as his pissed into the toilet. He swung his cock round making arcs of piss in the air. I was transfixed. I looked up and saw that he was looking at me. He winked and then turned back to watch himself pissing. Finally the stream ended. He shook himself and slid his cock back into his jock. He turned and looked at me. Suddenly he lunged forward and grabbed me around the throat. It took me by surprise and I fell back against the cold wet wall which made me gasp. His hand tightened around my throat as he leaned into my face. I could feel his breath. It smelt of beer. And poppers. His pupils were slightly dilated. We stood like that for what seemed ages. I could feel the heat from his body. I didn't move. Or breathe. He leaned in even closer and whispered to me. "Don't you fucking go anywhere you cunt until you've asked me if you are allowed to? Got that you filthy whore?" His hand squeezed tighter. "Got that?" he repeated. I nodded. Suddenly his other hand came out of nowhere and clipped me across the head. "What did you say fucker?" I wheezed out a "Yes" and his hand dropped to my shorts and squeezed my balls hard and fast. "What?" "Yes sir!" I whispered. I could scarcely breathe. He released his hand and I gasped for air. He leaned in all the way and kissed me. It was surprisingly gentle and made me gasp again. I looked up and straight into his eyes. "No fuck off till I come for you. Cunt." He pushed open the door and manhandled me out. I stumbled to the exit and turned back. He was standing there and there was already a guy on his knees starting to pull his cock out. He pointed to the door. I turned and left. (To Be Continued)

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is a fictional story. It never happened and any similarity to any real life happenings is coincidence. Intro 1 It was late on a Friday afternoon and Chris had to run some designs back to the production area. He grabbed the folder and headed back knowing he would get at least a few lewd comments. He was a little surprised when all he got were regular “Hi Chris” and “How ya doin, Chris?” He wondered if everyone knew that he had broken up with his boyfriend earlier that week and were being overly polite. Chris was out to his co-workers and it seemed that no one had an issue with it, unlike his last job. He walked into Steve’s office and said “Hi Steve, here are the final designs for the Johnson project. Let me know when you can schedule it so I can let the client know.” “Sure thing, Chris. Thanks for getting those changes done so quick” Steve replied. “No problem” Chris said and turned to go back to his desk. “Hey, Chris. A few of us are heading over to the Grey Owl Pub after work if you want to join us” Steve said. Chris stopped and turned back, thinking about it a few seconds before saying “Ah, OK. I might stop by. Nothing else to do tonight.” Chris finished the rest of his work that afternoon and looked up to see 5:40PM on his computer clock. He put everything away and grabbed his nearly empty backpack. He walked out the door and stopped. “Left to the bar or right to the train?” he thought. Turning left, he told himself that a pint or two couldn’t hurt. He walked into the pub and looked around for the guys from work. Steve, Danny & PJ (two more of Steve’s workers) and another guy who seemed to be close to Steve’s age were at a table in the corner. If it had been a gay bar, Chris would have assumed it was two daddies and their boys, but it wasn’t and he knew Steve was divorced with a son who was about five years younger than Chris’s 28 years. He walked up to the table to say ‘hi’ and see if anyone else needed a drink. Everyone said their “hi’s” and Steve introduced the stranger as a friend of his, Ken. PJ put his arm around Chris’ shoulder and said “I heard you had a rough week. Let me get you a beer.” “Thanks, PJ. A pint of IPA, please” Chris replied. As PJ headed to the bar, Chris felt PJ’s hand rub down his back and across his ass. He wasn’t sure if he should read anything into it or if it was an accident. PJ came back from the bar and set a pint down in front of Chris. He raised his glass and said “To Fridays” as a toast. Everyone tapped their glasses and took a sip. Chris felt PJ’s arm around his back and his hand resting on his hip. It was a little tight to fit five at the small round table, but this seemed a bit unnecessary. He looked at PJ and PJ smiled back at him. The conversation seemed to be all over the place - what everyone was doing that weekend, the baseball standings, the new blonde receptionist, etc. When there was a lull in the conversation Ken turned to Steve and said “Have you found someone to take the last spot on the trip? We only have two weeks until we leave.” “No, not yet. It’s hard to find someone that’s into that mix of activities and can get away for four days” Steve said. Everyone but Chris laughed and Chris wondered what was so funny. PJ squeezed Chris gently and said “How about you, Chris? Do you like canoeing and camping?” Steve looked at PJ with a stern look and then back at Chris, smiling before he said “Well?” “Uh… My ex only liked four and five star places so I haven’t camped in a few years. I used to kayak some in college, but that’s been over six years too. Why?” asked Chris. “We have a yearly canoe trip that some of us do. It’s a private trip and we like to keep the details secret. No one can tell anyone what happens, except each other, obviously. If we tell you a little bit, can you promise that you’ll keep it between us?” Steve asked Chris. “Yeah, sure” Chris replied, now curious as to what a bunch of straight guys camping would want to keep secret. “We drive up early in the morning and then load the canoes. It takes four days to get to the end where they pick us up and drive us back to our cars. We camp on sandbars in the river, a couple guys are in charge of food, a couple take care of stuff to drink. We all have fun, party, and… uh…" Ken said looking around to see if anyone was within earshot "and fuck" Ken said.

I was on BBRT and had been watching his profile off and on for the last hour. "Daddy seeks boy to use and share." Seemed like a no-brainer to this horny pup so I messaged him and unlocked my pics. He responded a few minutes later with a simple sentence "I wanna own you." We quickly exchanged messages and he agreed to meet me at Steamworks. He asked if I partied, to which I replied I was just a pot head. He replied simply "Cool" and suggested I bring a joint or two, to which I agreed. An hour later I was buying a fresh bottle of poppers when my cell went off. It was a room number in the baths which I recognized as one of the sling rooms. I quickly ran across the street after leaving the store and headed into Steamy's. It was an easy in. I got a basic room to store my stuff, showered and put on my maple leaf jock, and headed to the designated room and knocked on the door. The guy who opened the door looked nothing like the sexy Daddy with whom I had chatted online. Instead of a 6'2, 260 pound grey bearded stocky Daddy with a seven inch club for a cock, there was a cub. A very sexy 6'4 stocky cub in a leather harness with the widest cock I had ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock as it was obscenely large. "Hi boy, your Dad's in here." Sure enough the Daddy Bear for whom I was looking to play was on the bed wearing a identical leather harness to that worn by the stocky cub, except that the Daddy Bear was also wearing a master's cap and boots. I entered the room and the cub said his name was Locke, and that he was Sir Ian's buddy. Sir Ian got off the bed and walked over to us and we all started talking for a minute. As I offered to fire up one of the joints I bought. We exchanged the basics as I checked out how he set up the room. There was lube and a few bottles of water and these two furry guys. I was getting buzzed and it showed. Sir Ian started kissing me and forcing air down my throat. As he did this Locke got behind me and was fingering spit soaked finger into my hole. I was in paradise. Then I heard one of those torch lighters behind me and then Locke turned me around and blew a lung full of smoke into me as he kissed me. It tasted really strange but I went with it. We blew the smoke back and forth between us for about 45 seconds. Ian apparently re-lit the pipe because I heard the torch and soon he spun me around and he also swapped smoke with me. After that something hit me, because I was soaring and hot. Ian laid me in the sling as I saw that the pipe they were smoking from wasn’t a pot pipe but a glass pipe filled with white smoke. I asked what it was and Ian said it was Tina. I smiled and said I had never done it. He said I was in for a treat because Locke was had access to an excellent supplier, and as long as I wanted to be in the sling I could have all I wanted. He continued saying that Locke wanted to fuck me first and as often as he liked, that Locke enjoyed breaking in guys' asses. As we did this exchange Locke’s cock started getting hard. It was really the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was now rock hard and looked like a mushroomed capped can of hair spray. It was ten inches long and as wide around as coke can. They both smiled as I stared in disbelief, and said I doubted I could accommodate his cock. But I reached into my jock, grabbed my poppers and said "I wanted to try, Sir," promising to be a good pup and make both of them happy. Those were my last words before the big cub kneeled between my legs and started eating my ass like he was a starved man. Sir Ian came up to my head and started working my nipples while telling me what a great slut I was gonna be and how tonight he was my daddy and I was going to be the best pig in tubs. He lit the pipe again and this time he held it for me to use. I took a deep hit and began kissing Sir, all the while swapping the smoke. About then I felt air on my ass, followed by cool lube being rubbed over my twitching wet hole. I heard Locke say "Poppers" and my new daddy grabbed my bottle and held them under my nose as Locke lined up his raw cock to my hungry hole. I took a big hit of the poppers even though the T and breath control was already starting to launch me higher. Sir and Locke exchanged a smile as Locke pushed into my hole.

I really like this PA, I wonder if anyone would take this up their shitter.

I am When I am been fucked and I know that the top is starting to build up a head of steam and shoot, I stay in the same position and let him go for it. If the top is going to cum why move? Just recently I have been fucking a couple of guys and just when I have started to get into the rhythm and feel my balls tighten the bloody bottom moves breaks my strokes. I lose the feeling and don't cum. Of course I am not saying bottoms should just lie there, but at the end , ust let the top do the work and let him cum. Or is that just me?

Ari and I had been together for about a year. We met at a local gay club on 'studs in suds' night, which is where all guys are expected to show up wearing only undies and an under shirt, (or less), to party and dance in a dance club full of soapy suds. We were both in our early 20's, drunk, covered in soap and nearly naked, so it wasn't all that unexpected when we ran across each other, even given the size of the crowd. Over the year since we have enjoyed a growing love for each other, while still being able to enjoy outside fun. We agreed upon certain rules, however: we would only play with others while we were together, only play safe with others, always tell the other if we were flirting with someone else, whether online or in person. What I hadn't told Ari is that I love poz play. i have tried to get him to play bare with a few of our random hookups but it never panned out. Online I talked with guys almost daily about taking poz cum or watching it get shot into my boyfriend's vers hole. I want to be pozzed so badly but Ari would never approve, unless it was his idea, (even if he didn't realize as much).

Which toy do you have?

We (people registered for TBRU) got an email tonight. They are not planning to cancel the event. They encouraged everyone to wash and sanitize their hands often, and to let housekeeping clean their room every day. They will be wiping down the common areas and event areas regularly throughout the event. What did in SXSW in Austin was the pull-out of corporate sponsors (no good comes from pulling out).

Love being on PreP. I fuck bareback only and don't even ask any more. I fuck and seed. I love it.

I started taking raw cock at a gay sauna in Melbourne around 2001. Prior to this I was a typical safe sex queerboy (the type I now hate). This sauna was on 3 floors, lots of nooks and crannies but the best bit was the darkroom which had a motorbike in the middle. It was perfect to lean on and become a cum slut. I would go at least once a week and take up to 10 loads in a visit. I went from condom queer top to total BB slut bottom virtually over night. When this sauna shut for good I went to club 80 instead. It was awesome, industrial style warehouse, barrels to bend over and take any amount of cock. They had monthly naked partys which was another word for a bareback orgy. A line of bottoms would line up for the tops. I could get 15 loads a night here sometimes. Sad to hear it's going to be closing too. Anyway, back to the question. I must have had 2000 + cocks blow in me. Could be alot more tbh. Since I left Oz I don't get as much, but a good night at the local sauna is still fruitful, got about 5 last friday.

@tallslenderguy - I’m not sure I agree that the possibility of an actual addiction - in the strictest sense of the term - can be so easily dismissed as a cultural construct. The biochemistry of sex does very potent things with the reward system and pleasure centers in the brain, and has significant implications in terms of dopamine release, among other chemicals and neurotransmitters. It is not beyond the realm of possibility that some individuals begin to rely on sexual activity to trigger changes in brain chemistry in the same way another person might rely upon a drug - they are both a means to the same end. Likewise, just as a drug addict will become desensitized to the drug and require increasingly great doses to achieve the same effect, so too may a person who relies on sex discover that one hookup no longer satisfies, and he begins to need more and more to achieve the same mental effect...until it becomes impossible. I do not meet the criteria for sex addiction, but I have observed a marked change in my reaction to sexual encounters over time; where once a single fuck could content me for weeks, now I feel empty if I go home with fewer than ten, and always hope for another gangbang that could Fill my tank with 20+ loads again. And then I catch myself feeling wistful, wondering what it would be like to be full with 50. I’ve crossed the 20+ threshold three times now...and even that is starting to feel mundane. Fortunately, I live in the Ass-End of Nowhere and I only get to indulge on a monthly basis - that gives my brain time to reset a bit. If I lived in a city with a bathhouse and a sex club, I can see myself ending up in service three or four days a week, and I think changes would happen fast. But here’s the thing: Some people are more genetically prone to addiction than others. Experience has shown that I am not. So I think one of two things can happen. Either a guy who reaches the level of sexual activity that he simply begins to addictively self-destruct in the futile pursuit of what has become a dependency...or he realizes he’s gotten all he can get from it and out of boredom finds a new passion. The first guy is an addict. The second is not. They both had the same level of sexual activity, but the difference between them lies in their individual biochemistry, and has nothing to do with any moralist social agenda. That’s my hypothesis, anyway. I suspect that the powerful effects of sex on biochemistry and mental states make it a serious candidate for true addiction.

By afternoon, Rod's balls really hurt, but he took the car home, walked to the gym, Rushed thru his routine. He decided not to shower. He headed for Jerry's for at least an hour before work. When he arrived, he knocked but another guy opened the door. "You Rod," he asked. Rod didn't know what to do and answered, "Yes." Jerry appeared. He was wearing his robe. The guy was wearing only jeans shorts. Jerry said, "Get in here, bitch, and let me check out those nuts." "Right here, Rod asked" "Why not. This is my friend Dom. Dom Rod, Rod Dom. Now get those clothes off bitch. I want to check out the progress on those balls." Rod was a little nervous but did as he was told. To the shower, Rod. Dom went with them. Rod said, "I got a treat for you, Roddie baby, Dom and I been saving our piss for you all day. I bragged on you, you won't let me down will you?"" Rad was taken aback, but he did as he was told. First Jerry emptied his bladder, not slowing, Rod had to gulp to keep for letting any slip out. Dom stepped up and Rod took that hose too. Dom said, "Well trained, Jerr, good job on this one." Rod felt so full. He belched a few times excusing himself. Dom laughed. JeRrry said show, Dom that cock and those balls. The balls were trapped and were not pink but dark red. Dom produced a knife and cut the sisal cord. He unraveled it slowly. Rod couldn't decide whether having the cord on or taking it off hurt more. When Dom looked at that little funnel, he looked at Jerry. Jerry said, "First surgery complete, Dom. Successful, I'l say. Pull it out Dom." Dom did. Rod moaned. Dom said, "it appears to be healed enough that it won't heal closed again. Good work, Jerr." Then Dom hit Rod square in the balls with his fist. Rod almost fell over. Jerry grabbed him to hold him up. Dom then began slapping Rods' cock. It hurt, but Rod's cock got rock hard. Dom looked at Jerry and said, "bring me that bottle I brought." Time was passing, Rod knew he had to be at work and said he would have to go soon. Dom, opened the bottle pulled Rod's cock open and poured in a lot of red. Rod's cock was on fire. Then He told Rod to shower. Jerry said, "You will come back after work for another hour." Rod said, "What will I tell my parents?" Dom scoffed and said, "Bitch you'll think of something. You are going to take my cock tonight." Rod went to work with a burning cock. It stayed rock hard all night. He was grateful to put the closed sing in the door and turn out the lights. He was on his way to Jerry's. More to cum

I am a bottom and already have a small cock. 2.5 inches soft, 5 inches hard. Other than at the beach when I am wearing a gstring and cock ring to bulge to attract guys. I wish my cock and balls were even smaller. As a total cum slut bottom I feel like my cock is insignificant. I have thought about castration or even removing my cock completely but then thought guys wouldn't want to fuck me because I would lose muscle mass and look wierd on the beach and in the bath houses. But I do wish it was smaller at times.

Its frustrating finding a total bottom with a big cock. If I was endowed sure Id be more vers. If you got it, flaunt it!

That it is. I was born in an Army hospital in Virginia and joke that the doctor pulled the skin forward and snipped. I was able to pull on it to reach the tip of my head (told that is called Eurocut). I looked into restoring my foreskin and discovered TLC Tugger. While it does grow the skin to restore the foreskin, and much sensation returns when the head is protected to become the mucous membrane that it is, getting back the anti-bacteriant and exfoliate the body produces on intact men is probably impossible. I'm working on training the skin to stay over the head when flaccid. Several years ago, two weeks I wore a snake bite kit to do. The blow job I got while visiting Stanley Park in Vancouver BC was incredible. 3 or 4 hours of it had me stop counting the orgasms at 13 they were coming so often. I'm thinking it is time to start tugging again to get more skin in the hopes that maybe I can grow it to cover the head when erected.

uncut better than cut but loads are the goal Long story but I was circumcised at 21 and I miss my foreskin every day because I lost a lot of sensation If I was God I would ban circumcision because it is nothing less than genital mutilation

14 by the neighborhood pedo in his 40s. Still jack off thinking about it

Some of the best fucks of my life have come from butt ugly trolls. There used to be a "str8" married guy that fucked me for several years. He had a monster cock. His wife couldn't take his dick in her cunt. So, he'd turned to guys. He truly was a homely guy. Skinny and boney. Pockmarked and ugly face. But the guy really knew how to fuck. He was a rough top as well. And had a real nasty mouth. Damn! I was so sorry when he and his wife moved to Oregon. One of my best tops ever.

I really dislike judging people like this -not everyone can be a sexy porn star. But I can't help but admit that I get an extra thrill when I'm getting fucked and bred by a guy that I am pretty sure most other guys wouldn't give the time of day. Or better, that they would be disgusted by. I fucking love those fucks!!!

I was 38 when I sucked my first cock, but didn’t swallow. The second guy I sucked, I swallowed on the second try with him and didn’t look back. Now, some 20 years and a couple of thousand cocks and cumloads later, I still can’t get enough....even though I try really hard.

I don't think it is morally wrong - if you have any gifts it is your duty to share them and if the bottom doesn't realise this then you need to stealth him.

I'm uncut and my b/f is cut. He loves my cock and I love his so it works out. I wish he was uncut, love sucking on foreskin and docking, and he wishes he was uncut as well.

First of all, I'm feel very lucky that I usually have the opposite problem: my cock won't go soft even in situations when a rock hard boner is not, erm, "useful". Secondly, I'm kinda into soft cocks on guys, even when I am in a bottom mood - there are a lot of other things to stretch my hole with besides a cock - and I can have fun with a hot guy even when he doesn't get hard. But my point is: when a guy can't get hard even though he wants to, I usually wonder if there's anything about the situation or about me or what I do that causes that problem. I'm not as quick to put the entire blame on him alone...

Part IV I was flat on my back next to my boyfriend, with a POZ loads dripping out of both of our assholes. Bobby leaned over to kiss me and wormed his fingers between my asscheeks, working Tom's seed in and out. He whispered in my ear, “You alright with this? We can leave now if you want.” As I caught my breath, I couldn't help but think that I wanted more. Once my hole had been opened up, I knew I needed more. To my right, Kevin was fingering his own cummy hole. He swiped his fingers over my ass and took some of Tom's seed to squish into his own ass. As we lay in a sticky pile, two of the photographers still taking photos applauded us and started looking at their cameras to see what they had got. Tom went over to his clothes and fished out his phone. He snapped a pic of the three of us cumwhores and texted it to a few friends with an invite saying “CUM JOIN THE POZ PHOTOSHOOT” He got a few answers back saying that they were on their way. While we waited, we joked around and went into the other room to look at the pics. There were some great closeups of dicks covered in spooge and holes leaking cum. They were hot, but the ones that really got me going showed little more than a tangle of arms, faces stuffed with cock, and feet on shoulders. A total free-for-all. No one caring whose loads they were taking. We were surprised when Joe reappeared. I had thought he left when he rejected Tom's bare POZ cock. Turns out that he had been lurking in the shadows the whole time and had wanked out two loads watching our orgy, and now he wanted in. “I'll take it bare, but only from you NEG guys.” “Yeah right,” chuckled our frat boy host. “We'll see how long that lasts!” The frat boy reminded us that Tom's friends were on their way over and we might break the record tonight. With me, Bobby, and Kevin having POZ seed in our holes, we needed three more bottoms if we wanted to tie and four if we wanted to break the record. Ryan said he thought it might be fun to bottom for once. That made four. The photographer who had face-fucked Bobby said he was up for some POZ seed. So we got to five. The photographer told Bobby his name, Brian, and they shook hands. It cracked me up to see this guy introducing himself to a dude whose belly was full of his cum. Within a few minutes, some of Tom's POZ buds arrived. Liam and David were a couple, pumped up, POZ, and proud. They were on their way home from the gym when they got Tom's text, so they were both ripe and sweaty. David was well over six foot tall, olive skinned, and ripped. I'm sure his meds mixed with some steroids to create his taught tight look. Liam was about 5'6, and ripped. He had a greying goatee that set off his greying red hair in a sexy way. “What do we have here?” David asked. Tom explained that we were going for a record-breaking evening of POZZING, all to be captured on film. They started stripping down, revealing matching tribal biohazard symbol tatts on their right pecs. Bobby started nibbling on David's nipples as I started in on Liam. Ryan and Kevin pulled their shorts down and began deepthroating their cocks. I felt almost high as I tongued Liam's sweaty pits. Just then, the front door opened, and a guy from one of my classes walked in. Henry was the all-American ideal. He looked like he should have been on a poster for the Marines, and here he was at a POZ photoshoot. I could tell our frat boy host was drooling. Henry stripped off his clothes and joined the fray. Liam and David organized us all in a line, all on our knees with our faces pressed into the cummy sweaty mattress. Bobby was first, then me, then Ryan and Kevin, and lastly, Brian. “Five piggy bottoms is impressive, but not record-breaking,” hinted the frat boy host, trying to convince Joe to join in. He shook his head and said that he would let the frat boy fuck him bare, but not the POZ studs. “On your knees,” the frat boy ordered, and Joe joined us. Liam, David, Henry, and Tom went in order behind each of us, loosening our holes and opening us up one by one. Liam stuck his tongue far up my ass as he spread my cheeks, and was then replaced by David's muscular long fingers. Joe let the POZ guys finger and eat his ass, but he drew the line when Henry started working his drooling cock over his crack. “Just tongue, man. I'm not ready for the bug,” he protested. Liam laughed and shoved three fingers up his hole. The four tops lined up behind us. David started fucking Ryan, and Tom sunk his dick into Kevin's ass. Henry lined up behind me and worked his thick cock slowly into my hole as Tom began fucking Bobby again. The frat boy slammed into Joe's ass so quickly that Joe started half-screaming / half moaning. Five holes getting plowed at once, and Brian fingering his ass waiting for his turn. All I could hear was panting and groaning mixed with anonymous voices, “You like that?”, “Fuck yeah, bro. Take that cock!” , “You want my seed, man?”. I've never felt such freedom and such pleasure. The frat boy raised is voice above the others. “Alright everyone. Switch!” Henry pulled out of my ass and moved onto Bobby as Tom slipped easily into my stretched-out hole. I could hear Joe whining, “No man. Just you. I'm not getting POZZED tonight!” “Alright man. I'll keep fucking you as long as you can take it!” So everyone got a fresh POZ dick in their holes, except for Joe, and now Ryan waited his turn. We switched tops until they had all fucked each bottom twice, and the frat boy kept pounding Brian's ass the whole time. The frat boy was the first to cum, and shouted, “Take that NEG seed, you fucker! Take my load!!!” Brian was so exhausted that he seemed to have passed out. Before anyone else could cum, the frat boy threw up his hands. “We could play this two ways guys. If I let one or more of you POZ dudes cream my hole, we'll tie the record. If one of you wants to fuck Brian's cummy hole, we'll break the record. Who's in?” The frat boy laid down on his back and pulled his knees up to his chest. Henry leapt over to him and started eating his hole. David picked the frat boy up and laid down underneath him, sliding easily into his ass. Liam climbed on top of the pile and slid his sticky cock alongside his partner's. Henry shoved his dick in the frat boy's mouth. Watching our NEG host become the center of action was so hot that I almost missed seeing Tom mount Brian's upturned passed-out ass. He jackrabbited away as the three POZ dudes practically raped the frat boy. I diddled my hole watching the action. Ryan and Kevin were making out hardcore as Bobby and Brian slurped on both of their cocks. I picked up someone's camera and shot away, getting closeups of the frat boy's ass straining to contain both POZ cocks. I snapped some great ones of Joe finally taking Tom's cock, which he had fought not to take even though he wanted it. Liam and David creamed the frat boy's ass within seconds of each other, just as Tom's thrusts slowed down and he unloaded deep in Joe's ass. Henry shot his wad all over the frat boy tangle. Tongues lashed as we all made out with each other, fingering our gooey holes into our newfound friends' holes. We caught our breath as Tom held a bottle of poppers under Joe's nose, which revived him quickly. “What the hell happened?” The frat boy responded as Tom cradled Joe. “Let's just say we broke our record, dude.” The End. I invite you guys to write the next chapters if you like!