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So my roommate and I had always had an agreement that throughout the day that we were together in the 2 bedroom house we shared whoever fell asleep before the other would get tied up and slammed and get fucked while sleeping and that there was no way out of it. But it wasn't just going to be the roommate doing the fucking we agreed that the other had to hit up anyone on Grindr or any other gay hookup website or app and get as many guys as we could over to breed the sleeper. We were both Poz so we didn't care about anyone's status and if they partied it would make it better. Jeremy and I were both 19 and since we were always together in school and both on the swim team we both had similar builds. We both stood at 6ft and both had a nice swimmers six pack. I had nice thick 7 inch cock and Jeremy had a similar thick but 6 inch cock and we loved sucking on them when we were together. This night we were both out seperatly at different parties and I was the first to make it home. I walked in and went straight to the bathroom to wash off all the funky odores I got on me with all the girls that kept rubbing all over me. I was upset that I wasn't bringing home any of the guys to fuck me and really wasn't in the mood to jack off so as soon as I was out of the shower I just decided to turn in for the night and sleep all this day away. Jeremy It was three am and I stumbled in the door with the six guys that wanted to come home with me to fuck and I could see my roommates shoes by the front door so I knew he was home. I smiled and whispered for the other guys to be quite as I tip toed to my roommates room where I found him sound asleep on his belly with his as showing and slightly snoring. As per our agreed rules I went to the guys and told them all to strip their clothes at the door and explained to them what out agreement was. They all grinned ear to ear when they heard that and they all quickly got out of their clothes. I took mine off as well and made sure to grab the syringe full of Tina and the Tina laced lube I had brought with me and we all crept to my roommates room to get ready. Once in his room I quietly got the ropes from under his bed and started tying his wrist and ankles to his bed posts. Once they were secure I checked on him and he was still snoring soundly so I knew we could move on to the next part. I grabbed the syringe and the tourniquet and started to wrap it around his arm and passed the Tina laced lube to the guy with the biggest cock and whispered to him to plunge right into his ass as I plunged down on the needle. He nodded and got himself ready as I inserted the needle with no problem into his arm. I pulled back on the plunger and it filled nicely with blood signaling it was ready. I looked over at the big guy ready to fuck my roomy and he was aimed right at his hole with the other guys spreading his ass to help. I gave him the thumbs up and whispered if they were both lubed and ready and he smiled and gave a thumbs up as well. Ok I whispered and said on the count of there, 3 2 1. Right after one I plunged down on the needle and the guy slammed down into my roommates hole causing him to jolt up and scream in pain and surprise. More to cum little piggies

Part 5 - Day 2 At Sea Nothing but sea, that was all Luca could see now looking out of the window putting his socks and trainers on. He descended the stairs and unlocked the door to his parents suite joining them for breakfast. Ramon was busy laying up the dining table with an assistant. Luca felt a little embarrassed after last night antics with him. Ramon looked up and held a chair for Luca to join his parents, they kissed wishing each other good morning. Luca made eye contact with Ramon and sat at the chair Ramon had pulled out for him. "Good morning sir" Ramon said acting all normal "Did you have a good sleep?" Luca smiled "Morning Ramon, yes a great nights sleep" he said watching Ramon place the napkin on his lap. Ramon handed him a menu "Well if there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable please ask sir". "Thank you" Luca said opening the menu and trying to figure out if there was another meaning to his words. "What are you planning to do today Luca?" his mother asked picking up her cup of coffee. Luca shrugged his shoulders "I might sit in the sun and read my book for a while". Gio finished ordering breakfast "There is a talk at 11am about Forensic Science if your interested". Luca ordered his breakfast with fixed eyes on Ramon "No, I am all lectured out for the moment". Gio laughed "Make sure you put sun screen on Luca, we have some in our bathroom". "Thanks I will do" Luca replied quietly inhaling Ramon's scent as he poured coffee for him. "I might even go check out the gym later" Luca said out of the blue stunning his parents. "Gym" his mother repeated "what work out?" she asked looking surprised. Luca burst out laughing "Not work out just run a few miles". Gio chuckled "Just don't turn in to a gym rat Luca, your physique is fine". The family enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and chatting. Ramon checking on them every 15 minutes whilst he and the cabin steward cleaned Luca's suite. To Luca's relief there was no awkwardness this morning and Ramon went around doing his business. Luca returned to his suite to find Ramon replacing the fruit bowl. Ramon looked up and smiled "I will be finished in a moment" he said then glanced behind him "Luca". Luca sat on the sofa watching him "Where is the gym I couldn't find it yesterday?". "Deck 7 forward near the spa" Ramon replied "Your father is right though don't ruin your physique". Luca chuckled "Do you hear everything?" he asked standing up and heading towards the stairs. Ramon cut off his path and planted a kiss on Luca's mouth "It is my business to know you inside and out". Luca stood there frozen to the spot feeling movement down below, not now he thought glancing down at his semi hard cock under his shorts. Climbing the stairs he licked his lips and watched Ramon taking the old fruit, he turned looking at Luca then winked and left the suite. Luca dressed in his bathing shorts and t-shirt, grabbed his book and sunglasses the went back to his parents suite to fetch the sunscreen. Deciding on a couple of hours in the sun reading then he would then go find the gym and maybe book a massage whilst there. He only managed to read one chapter then found himself unable to concentrate from the wave of tiredness that came over him. Putting the book down he lowered the back of the sunbed, laying down he closed his eyes resting them, enjoying the tranquillity. He must have dozed off and woke hearing laughter coming from the pool. Raising his head it was strange seeing some of the people who stood there the evening before dressed for sail away, now they were half clad soaking up the sun. Luca stood and looked over the railings to the lower aft deck which was packed. Thank god they had the Duchess terrace for suite guests giving them more space and privacy. Turning back around he caught a glimpse of Oliver and Brad sitting at the bar on the other side of the deck. Fortunately his sunglasses affording him the ability to look but without them knowing, Oliver was staring back at him and Brad had turned to the bartender to order a drink. Stupidly Oliver had let on what Luca was drinking the night before boasting how he had got him alone for 5 minutes. Luca walked back to his sunbed and laid down, Brad slipped off the bar stool with two drinks. "Back in a moment" he said to Oliver showing him the drink and giving a cheeky grin. Oliver tried to grab Brad but he was too far out of his reach "Hey that's not playing fair". "You should be more careful what you tell us Olly" Brad replied casually walking off in Luca's direction. "Morning" Brad said sitting on the sunbed next to Luca "Brought you a cold drink you look a little hot" he said giving Luca his best smile. Luca lowered his sunglasses "Morning, Brad isn't it?" he asked accepting the drink "Thank you". "Isn't this just perfect" Brad announced clearly looking at Luca who took a gulp of his drink "sun, sea and not a care in the world". "Hell" Luca exclaimed looking at Brad "What the fuck mate it's got alcohol in". Brad chuckled "I heard you like vodka and coke with plenty of ice" he replied "and it is nearly lunchtime". Luca smiled admiring Brad's body and thinking of Mark "That maybe but I don't drink during the day". Oliver looked on annoyed that he revealed too much last night. He begun to look a little worried seeing Brad and Luca laughing and chatting, they then stood up and jumped in the pool swimming around together. Luca climbed out of the pool after twenty minutes and returned to his sunbed alone. Brad had a very charismatic charm about him, what shocked Luca the most was how direct his innuendos were clearly indicating he wanted Luca in bed. Luca skipped lunch and went up to find the gym. Passing the spa he looked at the display board showing the crew who manned the spa, his eye taken by the one of the massage therapists called Andre from Vilnius in Lithuania. The head shot showed his blue eyes, blond hair and hard jaw line that accentuated and lifted his looks in to a soft state, almost like 'I am a good boy really' kind of way. Luca walked up to the reception and asked if they had any appointments for a massage later. He booked the 5pm slot and shown the therapy lounge where he should be five minutes before his appointment. Straight away Luca found the gym, plugging in his headphone he set off for a 5 mile run. His thoughts though turned back to Brad and that beautiful solid build he had. After showering he joined his parents for afternoon tea in the Duchess Grill lounge. Luca's real downfall in life was scones and Assam tea, his most favourite part of travelling on Dranuc Lines. His mother told him that he needed to be dressed in formal dinner wear by 8pm for cocktails in the Duchess Grill lounge with the captain. Luca kissed his mother and father and set off to get ready for his massage. Placing his clothes in the locker and securing the robe around him Luca took a seat in the therapy lounge. He was still a few minutes early and grabbed a cup of iced water sitting back down when he heard the a deep voice calling his name at the door. Luca looked up at the six foot two inches of blond muscle standing at the door, he looked just like his picture but never did he expect the Lithuanian to be so tall or muscled. Andre smiled as Luca stood up and shook his hand rather too tightly and firm. He could have sworn he saw a mischievous smirk on Andre's face as he turned and lead Luca to the treatment room. Walking in there was little light coming through the closed blind over the window that looked out to sea, Andre changed the sign on the door to engaged, closing the door he turned and smiled at Luca. "Hang your robe there and put the towel around you" Andre instructed Luca Luca wrapped the skimpy towel around him an Andre asked "Any where in particular I need to work on?". Luca laid on the table "No not really, just a good going over". He could see the smile broaden on Andre's face "All over?" he asked again turning to watch Luca settle. Luca rested his head through the hole settling down, discreetly he undid the towel so that is just rested across his ass and repositioned his cock which was already showing signs of stirring. Facing the floor with the biggest smile on his face Andre asked what scented oil he preferred. Luca lifted his head and saw Andre had taken his top off and was bare chested. His cock immediately went full throttle seeing the adonis body standing there, clearly underneath his flimsy trousers he could see that Andre had no underwear on. Luca suggested a bergamot and lavender. Andre turned and mixed the oils allowing Luca time to look over his incredible back that looked so soft and smooth. Placing his head back in the hole facing the floor he closed his eyes 'hell not now' he thought feeling the precum leaking on the towel under him. He felt the warm hands touching his shoulders dispersing the oil, gradually the hands showed their full worth. Andre worked over his upper body and arms. Luca was leaking precum like it was going out of fashion. It had happened a couple of other times when getting a massage but never to this extent. The hands were strong and had the ability to make Luca moan several times the lower they went. Every time Andre leant forward to massage his lower back he made deliberate brushing movements with his cock, almost to the point of grinding it against Luca's head. Luca felt it every time and knew Andre was getting harder the more it brushed him. Suddenly Andre stopped and Luca was about to raise his head put Andre held his head down 'don't move' he said soothingly. He felt Andre folding the towel in half exposing more of his lower half. He gasped quietly feeling the warm oil trickling along his legs. Luca wanted to bang his legs hard on the table, the touch and sensation of Andre holding his legs giving them a deep tissue massage. He was getting to the point where he couldn't take any more, he really wanted to turn over and masturbate hoping it would then allow him to enjoy the massage more. Luc couldn't help it, he moaned in pleasure feeling the hands ran along the inside of his upper legs. Waiting for the hand to stop their journey upwards his eyes were half closed and moaning constantly. Andre looked down and desperately wanted to kiss the young body, he continued up and rubbed Luca's ass squeezing each cheek at first then massaging them almost like he was teasing Luca. Luca raised and head and looked at Andre "Sorry you did say all over" he said removing the towel completely. "Uhh" Luca laid his head down to the side holding on to the table "I didn't think you meant that". Andre continued massaging his ass cheeks "Tell me if you want me to stop". Luca stared at the wall and cabinet to his side trying to take his mind off things by reading the row of oil bottles. In his state he could really feel the sexual way his ass was being massaged. Suddenly Luca gasped feeling Andre's hands pulling his cheeks apart then spreading them. His rational thought was saying you must tell him to stop. Rational lost out the more Andre massaged. Slowly Andre repositioned himself so he was standing in front of Luca's face. In one very deliberate movement Andre pushed his crotch in to Luca's face allowing him to feel how hard his cock was. Luca's instinct took over and he pulled Andre's trousers down, straight away he had a mouth full of his cock. At the same time Andre slipped an oiled finger between Luca's ass cheeks and gently pushed it in. Luca wriggled his legs shocked at what was happening. "Gražus berniukas" Andre said "pretty boy, noriu su tavimi mylėtis, I want to make love to you". Luca pulled away from Andre's cock "When?" he asked thinking how much a slut he must look right. Andre smiled "Čia ir dabar, here now" he replied slipping out of his trousers. Luca found his head pushed back in to the hole facing the floor. Andre climbed on the table and laid on top of Luca. His eyes were open wide trying to figure out if this really was happening, the weight of the muscled body on top of him soon gave him the answer. He wanted Andre so badly. Like a hand fitting a glove, Andre raised his hips and glided his cock sweetly in to Luca's ass. Luca gasped feeling the cock penetrating his ass, the mild discomfort he felt soon diminished remembering who actually was on top of him. Panic rose and he raised his head 'condom' Luca said. Andre kissed his cheek 'I won't cum in you' he replied then using his hand he pushed Luca's head back in to the hole and held him there. His moans were quiet and directed downwards, Andre was so gentle with him and he felt no pain only pleasure that seemed to exude from Andre into him. This was the first time a man had entered him without a condom, freaking at first he found the subtle difference amazing. He could feel the warm breath of Andre on his neck, his ass was connected to Andre's cock just as nature had intended. The full seven inches of Andre's cock was buried deep in side Luca grinding away at his ass, he could feel the tenseness and release with each deep penetrating move. Andre had never felt such an urge to make love, but somehow this sweet sexy guy was broke all his professionalism. Andre lifted Luca's head and kissed him 'Tu tokia seksuali' he said looking Luca in the eye 'so sexy'. Luca had no time to react and moaned a little louder as Andre hit home hard several times then pulled his cock out ejaculating his seed all over Luca's ass and hole. Andre jumped off the table and grabbed some tissues cleaning up the mess he had made on Luca's ass. The temptation for Andre was there, using his finger he pushed some of his cum towards Luca's hole and worked it in. Luca realising grabbed his hand and laughed 'stop it' he said holding his hand out for tissue. Luca sat up and cleaned the mess up he had made. He never felt his own orgasm, so lost in the moment enjoying Andre fucking him so tenderly. Andre looked at the clock "You still have 15 minutes lay back down" he said rubbing oil on his hands. Luca laid back down "Can you do my shoulders please" he asked putting his head back in the hole. Andre put his trousers on and stood in front of Luca, he lifted his head up and Andre lowered his trousers wanting Luca to suck his cock as he massaged him. He could taste the remnants of Andre's orgasm his mouth working delicately along the semi hard cock. Playfully Luca would run his teeth over the head of Andre's cock ever so often, Andre responding each time by slipping a finger in to Luca's ass or squeezing his ass cheeks hard. Andrew pulled away 'Times up' he said kneeling down and kissing Luca delicately. He showered and changed in to his clothes and walked out through to the reception. Andre handed him an appointment card "I have booked you in tomorrow at 5pm to work on your front". Luca took the card "Thank you Andre, I feel so much better" he said smiling and walking out of the spa. Back in his suite Luca sat on the bed looking out of the windows at the Duchess Grill terrace, contemplating what just happened, the hot Lithuanian masseur had given him more than be went there for. Putting the appointment card on the dressing table Luca was feeling quite excited at the prospect of another massage tomorrow. Luca laid back on his bed and masturbated imagining Andre not pulling out when he orgasmed. Luca showered properly washing all the oil off his skin, every time he caught a waft of the scent it made him hard. It was already 7pm and Luca was trying to decide which tuxedo to wear for the evening. It was the welcome on board formal night with captain's cocktail party so he needed to dress smart. Socks and under was the easy part and he was already wearing those when the doorbell rang and Ramon entered the suite. "Luca are you in?" Ramon called from downstairs. He leaned over the staircase "Yes I am upstairs dressing for dinner" he replied "well trying to". "I will help you" Ramon said reaching the top of the stairs looking spectacular in his butler formal wear. Luca smiled "Thanks I need some help" he said going back in to the dressing room. Ramon followed him and sniffed the air then Luca "You have been to the spa" he remarked sensually. Luca felt a strange feeling of the dynamics between them changing. Despite being his butler Ramon was clearly in charge of Luca and he knew it. Ramon leaned behind Luca and closed the door, he felt the arms on his shoulders pushing him down to his knees 'You know what to do' Ramon said undoing the zipper on this trousers, looking up Ramon looked so sexy and had a twinkle in his eyes. Twenty minutes later Luca walked out with his trousers, shirt and bow tie on. Ramon followed him out carrying the tuxedo jacket. He helped Luca in to the jacket and straightened everything up then kissed him on the lips 'wait there' he said disappearing in to the dressing room again. "Luca" his mother called out to him and walked up the stairs in her evening gown "are you ready yet?". "Nearly" Luca replied almost panicking knowing Ramon was in the dressing room. Ramon appeared carrying a lint roller "Good evening madam you look very elegant". Sarah smiled and twirled "Thank you Ramon" she looked at Luca "perfect choice Luca". Ramon used the roller over the shoulder and sleeves sneaking glances at Luca "Dressed and ready madam". Luca smiled "Thank you Ramon" he said watching Ramon nod and wish them a great evening. Sarah waited until Ramon left the suite "He is the best butler we have ever had". Luca smiled and agreed taking his mothers arm and walking down the stairs and meeting his father. The cocktail party was very amiable and Luca found himself hogged by the four American guys, each one discreetly flirting with him and trying to get him to drink more champagne. Luca though had control on his intake and refused each glass they tried to get him to drink. Shortly before the party ended the captain introduced the senior officers and most importantly the group of butlers who looked after the guests in the Duchess Grill. Oliver, James and Liam clapped loudly when Glen their butler was introduced. Brad however had noticed how Luca and Ramon looked at each other when he was introduced. Luca's parents chatted with the captain now the party was winding down. Brad clinked his glass with Luca's and winked at him. "What was that for?" Luca asked slightly confused at Brad's manner. Brad grinned and noticed that Ramon was looking in their direction "Your fucking with the butler" he whispered. Luca nearly spat his drink out "Why on earth would you say that?" he asked looking at Brad mildly amused. Brad just smirked "Yeah, your definitely doing it with him" he replied chuckling staring into Luca's eyes. Luca was uncomfortable being outed so easily "What makes you think I am gay". Brad sipped his champagned "Come back to my suite after dinner I will make you gay if your not already". Luca put his glass down on the table "Suppose you are right, why would I fuck with you?". Brad leaned in "If you don't then I tell your parents your fucking the help" he whispered then left Luca. He had no time to answer Brad back, if only he knew Luca thought to himself catching a faint whiff of the bergamot and lavender reminding him of Andre. His mother called to him for dinner and Luca walked across the bar area worried if Brad really was the type of person to tell his parents. He had no proof though, still Brad certainly did appeal to him. Maybe sex with Brad wasn't a bad thing to experience, he was very cocky, arrogant and totally sure of himself, and that smile could knock you over. Annoyingly Luca's parents were getting on really well with the four guys chatting constantly over dinner and what to try off the menu. Brad kept glancing at Luca and nodding to his parents, Luca would mouth the word 'fuck off' back to Brad. He was doing it deliberately just to see Brad's very devilish sexy smirk. Luca knew that a couple of times Brad had been caught by James as he would suddenly flinch then James would look at Luca and wink. The only one of the group that hadn't flirted with him was Liam, secretly he was the one that Luca really fancied but why he just couldn't fathom that out. He was in no doubt the guys were way more experienced in sex than he was. Going with any of them would put him way out of his depth, yet he was definitely not adverse to the idea. Luca stopped looking at the other table and focused on eating his dinner. Deliberately Luca stayed with his parents all evening keeping a low profile and returning to his suite just after midnight. He locked the door and turned in for the night.

The Broken Jock V: The Catcher Clyde here again. It was noon when Adam texted the guild to let us all of know that the team was headed to the bar after Saturday practice. Young ginger catcher Evan and his neg hole was on my mind all week. I got to the bar around 2 and saw that most of the team was there having a good time drinking and hollering out team pride stuff. I wanted a smoke so I went out to the back alley. There, I found young Caleb with his sweat pants pulled down, bent over a trash can getting barebacked by Poz9in. I smiled and watched the kid take the large leather man's experienced poz cock up his small bubble butt. After a few minutes, I walked over. I pulled a new poppers bottle out of my pocket, opened it and made Caleb take multiple hits. Poz9in plowed the kid harder as he watched the left fielder get poppered up. “Yeah, daddy. Take my hole!” “That’s a great ass on him, huh!” I said to Poz9in. “I’d like to see the entire guild get inside Caleb here.” “I’m taking Caleb home with me tonight. He has a date with a blindfold and five of my oldest friends.” Poz9in grinned. “Now hold on good. I’m gonna load you up, son.” He advised. Caleb braced for harder fucking as the man bucked his ass harder and deeper, lifting the boy’s feet off the ground. “Fuck! Yeah, there it is. Feel that hot sperm shooting up inside you. Feel it?” Caleb nodded. Poz9in slowed his fucking down. I finished my cigarette and walked back into the bar with my cock rock hard in my jeans. All members of the guild showed up today. I need to find Evan before one of them gets to him first. ______________________ Back inside the bar, I located Evan waiting in line for the restroom, so I slapped his ass and got in line behind him. He smiled at me and said hi. He was wearing some track pants from practice, the material added an enticing sheen over his perfect butt. From behind I leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Please tell I can shove my cock up your ass today?” Evan smiled and grabbed the bulge in my jeans. “Damn, you’re already hard!” He rubbed the shaft through the rough denim. “Let’s go somewhere after I take a pee.” Evan and I walked a couple blocks from the bar and arrived at a club. A sex club I haven’t really frequented before. “My boyfriend and I come here occasionally and play,” Evan said. “Come in with me.” Evan got us a room and we made our way to the dimmed hallway. We stopped at the locker room to undress. We each had our own keys and lockers. I watched Evan undress taking off his shirt and trackies. “Leave on your jock strap.” I told him. He looked down at his royal blue jock. “I like fucking jocks.” “Okay,” he said. I undressed completely and wrapped my towel around my waist as I followed Evan to our room. Men watched as I perved over Evan’s ass as he walked. A couple times, I stuck my finger in his hole, and made him walk bow-legged. I had my finger up his ass when we came to the door to our room and entered. We got inside to find a fuck bench that I pushed him towards, “Stand and put one leg up on that!” Evan did as I commanded. I shut the door and jacked by rock hard cock, aiming for that sweet young, ginger butt hole framed in a royal blue jock. I walked up to Evan and got down to have a look at his hole. I pressed the pink pucker with my finger as I jacked myself more. In my towel, I remembered to bring poppers and baby oil. With the baby oil, I generously lubed up Evan’s hole sweetly with my middle finger, and listened as Evan moaned. I then stood up and pressed my cockhead against the sphincter, trying to breech it quickly and raw. “Ah, ah!” Evan stopped me. “Put this on.” He reached into a pocket on his jock handed me a condom. “Okay.” I roughly open it with my teeth. Evan was facing away from me offering his ass to me as I located the reservoir tip of the condom and tore it off with my teeth and spit it out. I put on the rubber and make sure that my mushroom cock head is completely exposed through the latex and ready to enter Evan’s neg butt. I lined up my drooling bare cock head with Evan’s hole and shove it in. It hurt him to go in so deep and fast, but I held it there and opened the poppers. “Inhale. It’ll help.” I make Even take eight hits on the fresh bottle and I felt him relax his hole, submitting to my invasion. I am ecstatic to have my leaking poz cock stealthing this beautiful boy’s hole. I begin fucking him in short humps that then lead to longdicking him. As I did, the condom rolled back on my cock, exposing more of my shaft for barebacking this ginger jock properly. Like with Tom, I enjoy fucking a guy from behind, standing up and getting him to spread his legs for me. Evan was doing just that as I fucked him and poppered him up some more. He spread his legs and bent over more to give me full access. And I took that nice hole. He moaned as I fucked him. And I pressed down on his back to hold him down when I shot about seven ropes of poz sperm into his rectum. He felt it, too. “Oh no! No! Your cum!” “Fuck! The condom broke. Sorry,” I lied. I pulled out of Evan and walk out. I left him there in the sex club hoping he’d let other men fuck him with my load still inside. Later, I recorded my conquest in the guild’s log. Evan, catcher (23): Neg ginger boy butt poz bred by Clyde. Used poppers and stealthed him with a broken condom.

I'm a fat, 56-year-old, and I have been having some of the best sex of my life with one of the hottest young tops I have ever slept with since Christmas. He is totally into my chubby belly.

They dragged my trousers and underpants down and my cock sprang up strong and stiff. Then warm, wet lips engulfed it and I gasped with pleasure, even though I knew what I was doing was dangerous and wrong. Now another smell hit me as someone opened a bottle of poppers which filled the small space. My heart began to race and I put my hands on the head sucking me, and felt thin hair and wrinkled skin. Meanwhile, other fingers gripped the base of my cock, probed between my buttocks and pinched my nipples through my shirt. Oh god, I thought, I should go. This was all wrong. A bottle was thrust into my nostrils. "Take a deep sniff" whispered the man who'd been kissing me, adding "enjoy yourself." I inhaled, and felt the popper-rush and my resistance melted. Someone pushed my head down and fed a thick cock into my mouth. It was slippery and tasted of cum and smelled of ass juices. I gagged, but the poppers had me high and I began to suck and clean it. Someone asked "Who is he?" "Dunno," whispered another, explaining "Some yuppie slumming it." "He's sure eager for cock." A low chuckle "Yeah, and he's gonna get what's coming to him." I felt a finger against my arsehole. It was cold and slippery and I realised someone was rubbing lube into it. Oh no. This was too much. I needed to come to my senses. But it felt so good as the finger slid gently into me and the poppers bottle was thrust under my nose. I groaned and stayed bent over, my heart beating fast and a pulse roaring in my ears. "Fuck it!" someone urged. I felt a body behind me and then a thin, mushroom headed cock probing my hole. I reached back and realised it was bare, and my heart skipped a beat. What was I doing? How could I do this? But the head popped into me, followed by the long, thin shaft and I could only groan with pleasure and surrender. He began to thrust slowly, deliberately in and out, and I could feel calloused fingers feeling for where the shaft entered me. His thrusts were getting more deliberate, faster, as he worked himself towards orgasm. 'I'm going to let him', I thought, 'Oh Jesus, I'm going to let him'. He was now thrusting fast, so I wasn't surprised when he gasped "I'm gonna cum!. I'm gonna breed your fuckin' arse!" He gave a deep growl of pleasure, and I felt the cock in me swell and throb and knew he was spurting, his sperm carrying god knows what diseases into my guts. I was shaking with fear, but also with the realisation that I'd crossed a line into depravity and it was also exciting. Fingers probed my hole and a man said "Spunked up him, did you?" "Oh yeah. Gave him a dirty load." Someone stroked my head surprisingly gently. "Nice one, mate. Now you've joined the club." Fingers undid my shirt, pulling it off my body and then they gently, reverently pulled me into a cubicle. Someone sat on the toilet, I couldn't see who, and pulled my head down onto his cock. He stroked my face as I sucked him and gave me more poppers. Then he reached over my back and I felt his strong hands pull my cheeks apart, asking "Who's next? Anyone want to knock him up before he leaves?" Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I realised what was happening to me, the awful depravity of it, and I also knew I wanted it. An obese man mounted me, resting his heavy belly on my bottom as his stubby cock slid into my wet hole. He was excited, dripping with sweat and only lasted a few seconds before he gasped and came in me. He pulled out roughly, and I felt a gush of warm, slimy spunk dribble down over my balls. 'Yes, I'm going to let them', I thought as another cock nosed easily into my dripping hole. I had gladly accepted my fate.

One thing I have been surprised to discover, as I have set about being a bareback bottom, about how spit actually can be an effective sort of lube. Back in the days when I was only using condoms, I had thought that spit was not effective lube, that in the case where people actually did use spit for lube it would be rough. It turns out that, with the right top, perhaps with a bit of rimming beforehand, spit is perfectly good lube for fucking. Maybe it is a matter of me having become a practiced bottom. Spit actually does work fine. I've even been able to take at least one big dick, seven inches and reasonably thick, with spit alone. I would definitely be interested in trying more. What have your experiences been? What has been the most you have taken on spit alone? With said skilled top with the seven-inch dick, we have kept lube close at hand in case we wanted to try fisting, say.

Bug chasing has lost most of its allure lately, am I right? I mean, the meds are good, everyone’s vital loads are well controlled, and so many guys are on prep that getting raw fucked by a poz top doesn’t have that thrill. That risk factor anymore. Which got me thinking the other night. With the current state of affairs and all the cries for social distancing, this led my mind down a dark path. I started wondering if I could maybe chase getting the corona virus? This got my butthole seriously twitching. So I wrote a Doublelist ad entitled Covid Chasing. Here’s what it said: “Handsome, fit bottom here looking for some risky behavior. Social distancing has me horny as hell! I’m looking for a hung BB top who might have been traveling recently and is now experiencing a cough or more. Before we’re quarantined, come and get some relief.” To make things easier, I buried my cell digits in the ad to elicit a faster response. Honestly, I wasn’t sure this would even work, but just posting the bad gave me that knitted feeling in my guts— like I was being naughty and careless. Such a turn on! I got a response the same evening, faster than I had anticipated. He texted me: Him: hey, saw your DL ad Me: Yeah? What’s up? Him: I think I’ve got what you’re looking for Me: really?? Tell me Him: I’m a flight attendant and I was working the Rome flights Was sent home cuz I’m not feeling well and I now have a cough Me: you feeling up for some ass? How Big’s your cock? Any pics? him: I’m 8.5 and thick I get a LOT of ass, but none recently so I have a weeks worth built up He did send a picture along and true to his word he had a thick, uncut beauty of a dick. So I gave him my address and buzzer code. He said he’d be over in about 30 minutes. And now my stomach was full of butterflies. It reminded me how I felt when I agreed to take my first poz guy bareback. All the danger, all the uncertainty and second guessing. All the dark excitement. I got my ass ready for him, and right on cue he was buzzing to be let in. This was my last chance to stop my actions and lower my risk. Was I really going to let a guy exhibiting Covid-19 symptoms breed me? My heart was racing and my mind reeling. I buzzed him up. When I opened the door, I was face to face with a very handsome guy- although he did look a bit peaked. He was tall And lanky, about 6’2”, with jet black hair and dark stubble. He also was slightly olive completed. “I can see why you got the Rome run— you look Italian.” I told him. ”Well, that’s because I am— or at least my family was from there,” he confirmed as he coughed lightly into his hand. I led him into the bedroom where I had some porn playing. “You sure you wanna fuck?” He asked. “Oh yeah, I’m climbing the walls I’m so horny! I need that big cock to breed me!” ”But you could get really sick,” he said, a look of genuine concern on his face. I slowly knelt down in front of him. As I undid his pants I said, “At the rate this thing is going, we’re all gonna get it. I’d just prefer to get it out of the way and have some fun during, you know?” ”I think that’s how I got it,” he said. I went to a bathhouse in Rome and Fucked a bunch of guys before they locked the country down.” “Tell me about the bathhouse,” I said as I slipped his uncut dick into my mouth. He started telling me about these different guys he fucked there. Tourists. A couple locals. One drunk “straight” married American dad. He was rock hard and oozing Precum in morning time as he regaled me with his exploits. I tasted every salty drop. ”I need this cock in me,” I moaned. So he got me on all fours then he dropped and started eating my ass. Only stopping periodically to cough. As he ate my ass he would spit on my hole and then tongue it into me. I moaned every time I felt the spit hit. ”You really are a fucking pig, aren’t you?” He laughed as he shoved a finger roughly into me. “You’re chasing the VID!” ”FUCK ME!” I Growled. He did our some lube on his dick, but topped it off with fresh spit. Then he positioned his head At my hole. I could feel the fever heat of his cock scalding my pucker. ”Once I go it, I’m not stopping til I cum,” he warned. ”Do it,” I said. And then he was sliding into me. The man had a fucking incredible cock— thank you Italians! Ramrod straight, meaty, and veined. With enough foreskin to make it slide beautifully in my eager fuckhole. I felt his fever radiating into my guts like his cock was made of uranium. And again, true to his heritage, he knew how to fuck with that tool. He fucked in long, easy strokes with just a bit of hip snap at the end so I got the full effect of his length. His girth stretched my hole so that I had that wonderful, full feeling for each and every thrust. I was so goddamn ready for Dick that my ass just gobbled that dick right up. He even got up into my second ring with very little effort. It’s like my ass was built expressly to take his cock. He fucked me on all fours for awhile, probably 15 minutes while I hugged poppers and begged for him to own my ass. As his thrusting intensified, so did his occasional coughing spasms. Eventually he pulled out and maneuvered me onto my back. ”I’m gonna breed you soon, but I want to be looking into your eyes while I do it,” he panted. I nodded in agreement and lifted my legs for him. He slid into me and set to really fucking me. Pounding me mercilessly with every inch. My second ring was getting bruised from the fierceness if his thrusts. He was wheezing and coughing openly as he looked down at me. “Aw fuck, here I cum man! You’re ass is gonna get infected DEEP!” He shouted. He locked eyes with me as he rammed one final time to unload his seven days of pent up poison. I felt every throb. Every pulse of hot semen launching deep into me. I stroked my cock three times and coated his chest with my own load. I then reached up and pulled him down into a deep kiss- his cock still occasionally twitching inside me. As he got dressed to leave he looked down at me and said, “I hope this was worth it.” I looked up at him and smiled. “I’ll let you know in about two weeks.”

Got home from being used at a friends house. My husband found out I’ve been cheating and letting strangers fuck me and always bareback. He said were not having sex anymore but if I’m gonna be a BB cumdump then he’s locking up my cock.

Same here; I love the taste of cum, and right now with all of the social distancing, my own cum is the only jizz I'm getting. So why waste it wiping my cum on a towel?

I remember getting my pubes slowly during 7th grade when I was 12. That was my first year of junior high school and my first time in gym with showers. We didn’t shower naked to my relief because I was terrified I’d get a boner. But I think most guys were maturing the same time according to our talks. I saw a few full Bush visual confirmations that were incredible and even one guy who still was bald but had a huge dick. The first time I ejaculated was pre-pubes and it just happened one night when I was rubbing into a pillow and next thing I know... explosion. I literally thought I had broken my dick. I haven’t stopped masturbating since.

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".

Have been TRYING to be good with all the Corona crap going on, but fearing a lockdown to happen, I needed an itch scratched. Had been chatting with a supposed "straight" 48 yo top. Said he had never fucked a guy before, but don't believe that. Had a nice 7 cut cock, and flooded my guts! After breeding, we showered together, and conversed for well over an hour. As I was about to leave, he said he wanted to drop another load in me! Who was I to say no? Lol

Local sauna and London venues are shut. Not working from home but when I am here longer I'm pumping my nipples to give them serious growth. Also riding dildos so my ass is in great form when we get through this. And both of those activities plus porn are keeping my cock shooting after each session.

17 at Crewe railway station. Guy in his 40s with a really thick dick. I had to sit on the train for 3 hours with a ripped up arse full of cum. I'd only ever sucked anyone up until then so getting fucked was a shock

I have probably participated in enough sex parties/groups to have been in every position at least once, with the possible exception of 19 (does he have a foot fetish or did he drop his bottle of poppers?)

I'm in #7, but I'm not sure about the "good enough for topping" thing for #6. Making bottoms feel really good is more about attacking the prostate zone that you can hit if you're 5-6". And IMO, the best feeling for a top isn't deep at all. The tightest part is the first couple inches. Being big is important for getting hookups, and it looks great in porn... especially when the guys are short. But there's a big difference between porn and sex. Porn is about what you see and sex is about what you feel. A lot of bottoms have eyes bigger than their asses. I've had lots of hookups where I hurt him or he couldn't let me in. You 9" fuckas must know what I mean. I've never felt like I wasn't big enough to satisfy him. But why would I?

This is the first time in history where to save humanity we just need to stay at home.

That happened to me years ago in key west I had on short, a tank top, and flip flops while on a crowded dance floor two bears stated to undo my shorts I let them to see how far it would go before I new it the the guy facing me had my arms in his hands and his tongue in my mouth the guy behind me in a quick second had my shots down to my ankles and his cock balls deep in my fertile ass pumping away they were talking to each other about knocking me up at the time I didn’t know what that was it didn’t take long for the bear to dump a hot load in me , it felt great I just pulled my shorts back up , thanked them and continued to dance g the night away

As much as I hate to say it, the more we stay in now, the quicker this whole thing will be over.

Part 4 - Day 1 Farewell New York Luca stepped out in to the mild sea air on the port side of the ship's promenade deck and walked towards the aft end. There were many passengers strolling around doing the same and walking down their dinner before the second show started at 10.30pm. Coming toward the aft end of the ship he could hear the drum beat from the band playing in the Duchess Room ballroom. The closer to the aft he got the beats changed to music coming from Thrusters the nightclub, he walked around the aft taking a look at the wake being left by the ship's propellers. In the far distance the lights of New York could just be seen. Luca smiled to himself, it had been a wild few days exploring the city and maybe he would come back again. For now though he said a farewell then began the walk along the starboard side. Stopping midship and opening the door he stepped inside and found himself by the Balmoral lounge, it was pretty quiet and decided this would be an ideal spot to have a drink and read for a while spotting the several private little alcoves with comfy sofas and chairs. Luca walked up to the bar oblivious to Oliver who was sat several stools down. "Good evening sir what can I get you?" the bartender asked. Luca looked at the bottles on the shelf "Vodka and coke please, high ball glass with plenty of ice". Handing his card over the bartender swiped it "Sorry sir you have to be 21 to have alcoholic drinks". Luca looked at him for a moment "I am 20" he exclaimed surprised by the bartender. "Sorry sir we are still in US waters you have to be 21 to drink" the bartender explained. "Oh" Luca replied "just a coke then please" he said watching the bartender prepare his drink. The bartender placed the drink in front of him "Tomorrow evening you will be able to buy alcohol". Luca thanked him and wondered off. Oliver watched Luca in the mirrors of the bar wall weaving his way around finding a quiet spot out of the way. Half toying with the idea to go and sit with Luca, then his luck changed seeing the bartender go for a break when his replacement arrived. Oliver called the new bartender over who topped up his champagne and then he ordered a vodka and coke in a high ball with plenty of ice. Picking up the two drinks he made his way through the lounge area until he reached the last little alcove and saw Luca, his head buried reading the book. Oliver smirked and placed the drink on the table causing Luca to look up. "Vodka and coke plenty of ice" Oliver said smiling at a very uncomfortable looking Luca. Luca looked at the glass and smirked "Are you spying on me?" he asked looking up at Oliver. Oliver chuckled "No, I was sat a few stools down from you at the bar" he said waiting to be invited to sit down. "Where are your friends?" Luca asked noticing Oliver was alone "I thought you were all attached at the hip". Oliver laughed "They have gone to watch the show, something about eyeing up one of the male dancers". "Oh I see" Luca said quietly "Thank you for the drink but you didn't have to buy me one you know". Oliver smiled "Are you going to invite me to sit down?" he brazenly asked "I won't interrupt your reading". Luca looked up at him "You already have" he replied then smiled "I guess you better sit down then". Oliver sat on the chair next to Luca "How come you don't have an Italian accent like your father?". "I was born and educated in England" Luca said picking up the glass Oliver placed down "Salut". They clinked glasses "What is with the champagne are you celebrating?" Luca asked looking at Oliver. "Maybe" Oliver replied pausing a moment "celebrating meeting a new friend" he said looking Luca in the eye. Luca sat back in the chair "Is that so, who said I was your friend?". Oliver put his glass down and smiled "Who said it was you?" he asked throwing Luca off for a minute. "The drink is one way of me congratulating you for graduating" Oliver added watching him carefully. Luca was sure that Oliver was hitting on him "Oh" he said pausing "and what are the other ways?". Luca closed his book "I'm sorry for interrupting your reading" Oliver said his eyes fixated on Luca's looks. "No your not" Luca replied placing the book on his lap "and you didn't answer my question?". Oliver smiled and for once he was stuck for words "There are many ways" he finally said standing up. Luca noticed the bulge showing through Oliver's trousers "Maybe you will have to show me" Luca replied smiling. Oliver picked up his glass "I will let you read your book" he said holding his glass up. Luca watched Oliver disappear from view and left the book on his lap hiding his own erection, unable to fathom out how a conversation that quick could turn him on so quickly. Picking up the vodka and coke he quickly downed it almost giving him brain freeze in the process, on the plus side it helped his erection loose stability and soften back to it's normal state. Oliver couldn't stop smiling leaving Luca behind suspended like that, he knew it was now a matter of time. Clearly Luca was a person who loved being flirted with and was lapping it up, the guy was a head turner for sure. Unassuming, clever and also incredibly nice, the more Oliver chatted with Luca the more his feelings surfaced and swirled around his head with conflicting emotions. Oliver headed toward the theatre to catch the last half an hour of the show. Luca stood up and went back to his suite flustered and frustrated he had never felt so wound up or horny, he needed something to calm him down. Picking up the phone he ordered hot chocolate to help him relax then stripped and took a quick shower. Ramon was laughing and joking with Glen in the butlers pantry, their shift already over and room service now took over the Duchess Grill suites if they required anything. The phone rang and Marly the room service stewardess took the call and began preparing the tray. Glen called over to Marly asking who the order was for, she looked at the note and said it was for 1052. Ramon walked over as she put the pot of hot chocolate on the tray and offered to deliver it on his way back to his quarters since it was one of his guests. Picking up the tray he said goodnight to Marly and Glen and headed down the corridor to 1052. Luca was upstairs pitting the bathrobe on when he heard the doorbell to his suite ring downstairs. He heard the door open then Ramon's voice "Your hot chocolate sir, do you require it upstairs?". "Yes please" Luca called out tightening the belt around his robe and towelling his hair dry. Luca returned in to the bedroom seeing Ramon climb the stairs, he had no butler jacket on. Instead he was dressed in his white shirt and black trousers. The shirt was tight over his relatively small frame, tight from the firm muscle that he could clearly see now. Thank god he had the oversized bathrobe on as it superbly hid his growing cock again seeing Ramon dressed like this. He had never really thought of Asian or Oriental guys in a sexy way before, but Ramon was one fine specimen out of his uniform. "Shall I pour?" Ramon asked looking over to Luca who was just staring at him "sir, shall I pour?" he asked again. Luca looked at Ramon's face "Yes" he replied all flustered "Sorry" he said disappearing in to the bathroom. Ramon chuckled and had to stop pouring for a moment to get control "I put some extra chocolate in for you". Luca stood against the bathroom wall "Thank you Ramon" he managed say hiding his embarrassment. Ramon watched the bathroom finding it funny how quiet he had gone "Shall I put by your bed?". Luca appeared at the door composed "You are still working?" he asked suddenly realising it was a stupid remark. Ramon looked up and smiled "I was just on my way back to my cabin sir when you called". Luca felt a rush going through his body thinking about being in Ramon's cabin with him "Call me Luca". Ramon put the book on the bedside table and faced Luca "Is there anything else you need Luca?". Again he stood staring at Ramon "I don't know" he said "I can't think of anything". "Perhaps you would like me to tuck you in bed" Ramon suggested watching Luca who giggled stupidly. Luca looked at the bed "Maybe you could warm the bed up for me" he now suggested noticing Ramon looking at him. Ramon knew he could loose his job if word got out and thought for a moment "How warm do you like it?". Luca was horny and needed some male company "Incredibly warm" he replied "hot even". Ramon began to unbutton his shirt slowly, his eyes fixed on Luca who watched each button being undone. His eyes lowering the further down Ramon went. He undid the cuff buttons and slipped out of his shirt, Luca almost gasped seeing the lightly tanned smooth skin. A tattoo of a lions head on his right breast lead in to tribal markings going all the way down his arm to his wrist. He couldn't take his eyes of Ramon's small frame and beautiful muscle that melded perfectly with his body. Fuck what the hell was he doing he suddenly thought seeing Ramon let his trousers drop to the floor. Too late now to back out now, the more he saw of Ramon the more he was drawn to him. His underwear fitted tight against the tiny waist and there was no doubt whist his frame may be petit, the package was in his underwear was large. All the time Luca spent watching Ramon he never saw him step forward and loosen the belt to Luca's robe. He suddenly became aware of Ramon's hands running up the fabric the pushing the robe over his shoulders letting it fall to the floor. Luca stood in his bedroom totally naked and exposed. Ramon facing him wearing only his underwear and black socks raised his hands and touched Luca's body. Gently moving his hands upwards Luca inhaled then breathed a sigh of desire from his touch, the hands ran over his nipples caressing them and up to his shoulders. Looking each other in the eye Luca felt the pressure applied to his shoulder forcing him down to his knees. Ramon took perfect control of Luca watching him sinking to his knees, moving closer he rubbed his crotch in Luca's face. His hands moving behind Luca's head holding him in place. Luca breathed in through his nose, the scent of a man who had been working all day danced around his nostrils sending his senses in to overload. Luca reached up and pulled Ramon's underwear down freeing his semi hard cock. It was thick and long, the head still covered by foreskin Luca ran his lips over the shaft. Holding Ramon's thighs he felt the trembling running through down his legs, his cock bounced and grew more. Luca moved his mouth further along the shaft then opening his mouth he surrounded the head of Ramon's cock. Ramon gasped his fingers dug in to Luca's head pulling him forward and forcing his cock further in to his mouth. Luca had bitten off more than he could chew and choked when it reached the back of his throat. Adjusting his mouth by opening it wider invited Ramon to force his way in again. His hands holding Luca's head for a moment before releasing him, Luca gasped for air a few times then quickly opened his mouth and took it again. Ramon allowed him to take control for a moment enjoying the feel of Luca sucking on his cock. Unable to believe this was happening Ramon smiled and looked down at Luca's eager puppy eyes staring back up at him. Taking control again and pulling Luca's head forward with more force he managed to get three quarters of his eight inch cock in to Luca's mouth and throat. His hips began fucking Luca's mouth fast then slow, each time Luca choked Ramon held his head firmly in place. He looked down the watering eyes of Luca, he owned this bitch that was for sure. The Filipino instinct of owning their prize took over, he was not going to relent until his bitch finished the task 'Come on suck it' he commanded Luca to obey. A gently slap to the head before pulling Luca back on his cock and skull fucking him until he came close to vomiting. Ramon grinned at Luca watching the tears running down his face. Luca struggled to breath and was swallowing down his vomit, unable to control the situation his head and thoughts were in pure heaven. Gently he felt Ramon release the tight grip on his head allowing him to take control sucking this monster. His mouth was beginning to ache so he applied more pressure around the shaft, the salty taste of Ramon's precum spreading over all his taste buds. Ramon gasped and moaned, his hands closing in again on Luca's head 'yes baby suck it' he managed to growl the words out before exhaling a long deep moan. Luca tried to move his mouth off Ramon's cock feeling the pulsing begin, he was stuck fast and knew he was about to get the load. Two more thrusts forward and Luca closed his eyes like he was bracing for impact. Suddenly he felt the rush of air in his mouth. Ramon took his cock out of Luca's mouth and shot a stream of cum over Luca's face, hitting his left cheek and nose he then pushed the head between Luca's lips. Luca held his head back open mouthed, Ramon looked him in the eye and then his mouth seeing his cum coating Luca's tongue and rapidly filling his mouth 'swallow' he commanded and Luca obeyed. Ramon felt amazing having busted a big load with his cute guest. Standing back he told Luca to go clean himself up. Luca went to the bathroom and washed the cum off his face and dried himself. Returning to his bedroom Ramon was already dressed and replaced the now cold chocolate with a hot cup placing it by the bedside table. Luca stood there naked watching him, the very sweet natured butler that had just dominated was quite hard to comprehend. Ramon picked up the bathrobe and folded it neatly on the chair "Would you like me to tuck you in?". Luca chuckled and smiled "Sure why not" he replied getting in to bed. Ramon handed him his book and pulled the duvet up "There I think you are all set, don't make a habit of it". Luca leaned back against the pillow "Good night Ramon and thank you" he said watching Ramon pick the tray up. Ramon came over to the bed "Good night Luca" he winked. Ramon leaned over and very gently kissed Luca on the mouth. He stood up turned and walked down the stairs stopping to have one last look, he smiled and disappeared. Luca heard the door close and opened his book to read a few pages. The thought suddenly occurred to him that despite everything he still had his sexual frustration. He chuckled quietly and started reading trying to put it out of his mind. He fell asleep with the bedside light on and the book open in his hands.

I have been living in Florida since 1987. Before that, I was in Germany where almost all the men I met had HIV. Men there were breeding in groups and condoms were never used, asked or even mentioned. Now, I can honestly say that virtually all of my gay friends here are poz, without exception. HIV is increasing here at a rate no one ever imagined. If you bareback get used to it, you won't be able to avoid it.

The next day I could hardly concentrate on my work, thinking about what I'd done and the risks I'd taken. But at the same time, my cock was rock hard with excitement and when 5 0'clock came, I couldn't resist going back to the toilet. It was getting dark, but I saw several men go inside as I nervously smoked a cigarette and got up the courage to go in too. After a while, when no-one had come out, the curiosity of what might be happening got the better of me and I went through the doorway. It was gloomy, not pitch black like the night before, but the same smell of piss, poppers and sweat assailed my nostrils and my heart beat fast with excitement. The small space was filled with men, clustered around in a group. I heard the unmistakable grunts and moans of men engaged in sex and pushed forward to see what was happening. I gasped when I saw chubby, smoothed-skinned twink bending forward, naked from the waist down as a skinny old man held him around the waist and energetically fucked his fat arse. He must have been 18 or 19, short with blond hair which was matted over his brow. His eyes were bright with fear and lust and I saw bottles of poppers being jammed under his nose. The spiders had caught a fly, I thought, and now they were spinning their nitrate web around the lad as he sagged in helpless lust between their old, diseased bodies. The man fucking him gave a grunt and his hips spasmed in orgasm. When he pulled out, a gush of sperm dripped over the twink's testicles and onto the filthy floor. There was a scramble and then a black guy in a filthy polo shirt dropped his shorts, rubbed the thick cock below his bulging belly and slid it up the glistening hole, driving a low moan of pain and surrender from the sweating twink. I watched, fascinated as the black guy thrust in and out in a primeval rythym as the others urged him on. He gasped and shuddered in ecstasy then staggered back and I found myself in the front of the queue. Hands opened my belt and dragged my trousers and pants down and gnarled fingers guided my throbbing cock into the gaping, wet hole, as other hands pushed my bottom forward until I was sheathed in a delicious, hot, wet tunnel.After a few thrusts, I couldn't hold back and I spurted and spurted, and added my sperm to the toxic brew in the twink's backside.

This doesn't really fit anywhere but it is porn (technically). Which guy are you? I'm 1 or 6

My stories are completely fiction for the purpose of sexual fantasy only. In the real world, consent is important to us all. Mutual consent is the key to getting laid, and it keeps us out of jail. I wish I had more time to write porn. It usually requires a nothing-planned weekend and 6 hours at my computer with a rainstorm keeping me inside. I have other hot stories on this site that get me creaming my shorts in no time. The Broken Jock, The Broken Jock II: The Third Baseman, and How to Get Your Poz Cock into Lyle Cranston's Speedos. All my stories feature various returning characters to help keep character development from getting too much in the way of the action (why we're here). My first story, the Broken Jock actually began with the first few chapters in the "Bareback Stories" forum, but... I eventually got poz tops bare fucking my neg protagonist, and so the rest of my stories are here in the "Bug Chasing and Gift-Giving Section" where they fit in very well. Enjoy this new installment. The Broken Jock III: The Left Fielder This is Clyde, John’s husband. It’s springtime and I’m at the bar for a season opener party for the hot gay softball team my partner John and I are on the war path for pozzing up. Last season, John and I were useful in double poz fucking Adam the short stop, and I’m pretty sure that John and I pozzed up that beautiful ass on Tom the third baseman, especially after he returned to our doorstep, wet and cold from a rainy SantaCon, for a repeat bare fuck from us in December. A group of us poz breeders, my partner John, Leon, anon online tops Poz9In and Coach4Jox have zeroed in on this team that seems ripe for the picking—for bareback fucking… and pozzing. They have some fresh new players this season and the group of us have been waiting for today to start our plan. Coach4Jox has his eye on a 21-year-old twink, Caleb, who seems to be playing a lot at left field according to what Leon has reported to the guild. He’s blond, slim with powerful legs from running a lot, and a small bubble butt that Coach says he wants to pop. He said that he has done his research and knows for sure that the kid is neg. I didn’t ask. At the request of Coach4Jox, we are all currently buying shots for Caleb so that he can be buzzed enough to be walked home by one or two of us on the guild. So far, Caleb has accepted all offers, and Coach looks delighted at his prospects of getting his bare poz cock up in that cute butt later tonight. I, on the other hand, have my eye on the new catcher, Evan. A stocky ginger boy, 23, with green eyes, strawberries and cream skin and coppery hair parted on the side. Like Tom, his white softball pants were tight and showed off his muscular butt. Even at 68, my poz cock drips just thinking about that neg hole on Evan. I know he’s neg because I found his profile on the safe-only hook up site after searching for hours. I practically creamed my bike shorts on Sunday morning when I found it, and knew I had to pursue this one. Not all of the guild of poz breeders was present for the team’s first fundraiser of the year, but we have all secretly tasked ourselves with pozzing up the team this year, hopefully without the coach or the team catching on too quickly. Adam and Tom are keeping quiet, and Adam, now Leon’s boy, is helping us lure his teammates when we demand it. At the end of the beer bust, Adam is tasked with offering Coach for a walk home for the very drunk Caleb—creating the very dream scenario Coach had wanted for stealth pozzing Adam. Evan was bought some stiff drinks by me, and he nodded a cheers to me in thanks before drinking it down. He approached me only on the third drink to say hello and thanks. I told him that I always buy drinks for beautiful boys, and he smiled and blushed. I laughed. When he recovered, he kissed me on the lips and turned back to his teammates to participate in a loud team cheer. As the fundraiser was ending, Adam did his job of offering Coach to walk Caleb home and, surprisingly, he did the same for me and Evan. Evan chatted with me for as I watched Coach leave with young and very inebriated left fielder. Evan kissed me and said, “Thanks for the offer—Clyde was it?—but my boyfriend is coming over to take me home.” “Damn! Really?” I said putting on an evil smile. “You mean I’m not going to get to shove my cock up that amazing ass tonight?” I teased him. He blushed again and grabbed a napkin and pen from the bar. EVAN 555-9033. “Text me next weekend, okay. Maybe we can do that then. My boyfriend and I are open but we have some rules for being safe.” I nodded and smiled, hiding my disappointment, but not my hardon which was blatantly stretching down my left calf under my khakis. “Sounds good.” “He’s here.” He got his cap and a bag of softball gear and turned back to me. “Till then.” “Bye, Evan.” I watched as his white cloth-clad but moved to the door. Next week I will get up that. ———- My hardon was now calling for a replacement ass and I remembered that Coach and Caleb were on their way to the boy’s place. I texted Coach to let me tag along. ME: I’ll fuck him after you if you want. I’d like to pound your toxic seed in good with my big cock.” I knew that would get Coach on board. COACH4JOX: Fuck yeah! We’re only a block away on Dougherty Street. Come catch up and then follow behind us. I quickly walked out of the club and made my way to Dougherty. When I turned the corner, Coach was helping Caleb up off the sidewalk. He was wasted. Coach turned and saw me, and motioned with his head to follow them. It took us about 10 minutes to get to the kid’s apartment. After opening the building’s front gate, the twink bounded up the stairs. Coach held the gate open for me and we both got in the small entry way and walked up to find Caleb’s apartment door wide open. The boy was already passed out on the bed, face down when we closed the apartment door. Coach and I celebrated with a sigh. I got out the fresh bottle of poppers from my front pocket that had been meant for Evan, as Coach started unbuckling Caleb’s softball pants and pulling them down. “I like to just take off their pants… and shoes, of course,” Coach said. I went down to the youth’s feet and pulled off his cleats. When Coach got Caleb’s pants off we stood up at the end of the bed admiring the boy’s smooth, white, jock-strapped butt. A minute later I snapped out of my trance and stripped out of my clothes. Coach eventually saw me totally nude, get onto the bed to handle Caleb’s ass. I was leaking precum already as I opened up the kid’s cheeks to show Coach his prize. He was happy to see a smooth pink pucker—as was I. The Coach looked away to undress, and, as the dirty old man I am, I took that opportunity to touch Caleb’s hole with my finger. Caleb moaned. Damn fine, I though to myself. I quickly used my finger and took a large gob of precum mid-drip from my hard poz cock and fingered it shallowly into the pink hole before Coach would notice. This was not my conquest, but I wanted my poz sperm in there first. Caleb moaned ask I slicked his hole up. I then took my other hand and moved the crotch of his white jock down so that I could get in more. With two fingers, I pushed in two fingers and let a large drop of precum fall from my cock right into the kid’s opened hole before Coach could catch what I was doing to his boy. When he did turn around, he got between the boys legs and pushed them wide apart. I went to the head of the bed to offer the boy my cock to suck on. Groggily, Caleb opened his mouth and suckled on the head of my large cock. Feeling the kid’s tongue work my piss slit, I rolled my eyes back at Coach and pushed out more precum for the boy to take in, now from this end. He liked it and sucked more of my cock into his mouth. “Damn nice, boy!” I said. Coach’s cock was hard and ready to plunge into the boy’s butt, but I figured some popper’s would help get the boy loosened up more. “Put some lube on your cock while I popper him up for you.” I opened up the brown bottle and put it under Caleb’s nostril. “Breathe in, Caleb.” My cock was still halfway lodged in his mouth when he inhaled his first hit. I pulled my cock out to help the kid get a bigger hit. “Good boy!” I gave him 3 hits in each nostril and the kid was flying and I nodded to Coach, “He fucking ready for it.” Coach pushed his bare cock up to Caleb’s hole and breached it almost immediately (with my precum work ahead of time). Caleb cried out and I shushed him, and gave him my cock to suck on again. The boy sucked my cock perfectly. I started to fuck Caleb’s throat he was getting me so worked up. Meanwhile, Coach was barebacking the left fielder’s hole very hard and he was getting close fast. Stealthers like coach probably have to be fast, I thought to myself. “I’m going to charge up this hole, boy,” Coach said to the boy. Caleb made a guttural noise around my pistoning rod in his throat. “Fucking sweet ass on you.” “Are you cumming?” I asked, my cock throbbing in Caleb’s mouth with the mention of it. “Tell me when you shoot. Don’t pull out, just tell me when you are loading the boy up.” Caleb tried to say something then, but I rammed my cock into his throat to quiet him. “Let us men have you, Caleb. Surrender that sweet hole.” I started face fucking the boy again and Coach kept rabbit fucking his hole. “AWWW. I’m cumming!” Coach announced to me. “Fuuuuck! Fucking loading up this neg hole right now! AH! AH! AAAH!” Coach pushed his cock up Caleb’s butt as hard as he could while ejaculating into it. “That’s right. Charge up that hole, Coach,” I encouraged. Coach took a minute to recover and then pulled out. It was my turn. I wanted Caleb’s hole now, and pulled out the kid’s mouth to get at the foot of the bed. Coach took up the poppers and made the kid take more hits on it, while I pushed in my large old man’s pop cock into the hot jock’s tiny neg bubble butt. My cock felt wet and warm in the boy’s open and freshly seeded hole. I wanted Coach’s poz sperm to be battered in to the boy’s rectum, so I fucked him hard. Coach was happy to see me work at that. Caleb was squirming as I changed angles on him as I fucked him. After 10 minutes of boyhole abuse, I was ready to give the kid my poz seed. So, I just long-dicked Caleb as he sucked Coach’s cock. I started to feel my cum working up to my shaft and I told Coach that I was close. “Fucking add your toxic load to mine. Let’s own this boy.” As I rutted Caleb’s hole to climax, I saw that he had passed out. Coach just watched as I took the kid’s hole fully with my hard cock. “I’d like to see Poz9In take Caleb’s hole sometime,” Coach offered. “I bet that’d be hot to watch.” “Fuck yeah. But we’re gonna poz him first,” I replied. As Coach luridly spoke some more, I imagined Caleb playing left field, catching fly balls, and bending over to catch a grounder… that did it. As I imagined the uniformed Caleb bending over in left field, I exploded and flooded his tight neg hole with my own poz splooge. These power shots of poz sperm that were saved up for seven days in anticipation of pozzing Evan’s butt. Instead, they went into his teammate’s unprotected butt instead. As I shot into Caleb’s hole, I thought about how I wanted the cute outfielder knocked up with my strain, not Coach’s. I am selfish like that. I won’t get them all, no. But I want as many players on the team as I can get to be knocked up by me this season. “I’m fucking loading his hole up now, Coach,” I informed. “Fuck yeah that’s so hot!” We dressed in the apartment as Caleb snoozed away with his legs still spread apart, we both admired his hole. It looked red and open. It would’ve been hot to see our semen leaking out from the left fielder’s butt hole, but Coach and I both knew that we wanted our loads deep inside the boy. And so that’s where they stayed. We let ourselves out into the cool evening air. Now I was thinking about Evan. Before heading home, I’ll go to the sex shop to buy a new bottle of poppers. And over the week, save up another large load just for him.

I just love Sydney in the hot summer months. I spent at least a couple, sometimes three, of my lunch breaks each week sucking cock, swallowing loads and licking balls. Friday my craving for loads down my throat took over and I headed to the nearby video booth which has a suckatorium (where you can stand up and the booths are tiered so the cock comes through the hole in the wall at your mouth level. Lunchtime it is always popular people just want to get their load sucked out and get back to work. Friday was fabulous sucked four off and my appetite for loads was well and truly satisfied - but as the weather warms up it is the salty taste of cock and balls and the moistness when you bury them to the hilt that really sends my senses into overdrive. It is going to be lovely hot summer and can't wait to keep up a healthy lunch diet.

Continued from: On the Thursday I got a text from Paul to ask if he could see me for an hour. We met on Rhyl promenade and he took me back to his house. He explained that I should be shaved for tomorrow night as some guys liked that. He also said they would probably be filming me and asked if I minded. I actually loved the thought of this being filmed so I told him I'd love it. He asked if I minded it being passed around to other guys after, and I said no -- the thought of guys wanking off as they watched me get used was a massive turn on! Within about 15 minutes he had shaved my pubes and used a cream to get rid of any hairs around my cock, balls and ass. He said I now looked young and hot! I asked how many men and he said he didn't know. Lots said they would come but never show on the night. He also gave me something to wear -- a tiny pair of shorts. I tried them on and they were so slutty, whore! Silky, skin tight, ridiculously short. He said I had to wear them tomorrow and that I should come out the hotel in them -- he allowed me a pair of sandals too! I took them off and stood naked in front of him. He said oh fuck and turned me round and threw me on the sofa. He was about to fuck me but stopped and said I should rest my ass for tomorrow. I turned around and gave him a loving blowjob, this time I really tasted the spunk as he came in my mouth. He then told me to give myself an enema at the hotel On the Friday morning before he picked me up. This was no problem as I had en-suite in my room. I said I could do that. I got dressed put the shorts in my pocket and he dropped me off at the hotel. It was Friday 11pm. My parents had gone to bed and I was sat in my room waiting. Paul texted me and said he'd be there in 15 minutes. I put the shorts on and crept out. As I left the hotel 2 guests came in. God what did they think. A boy dressed in a tiny pair of shorts, leaving the hotel at this time of night. !! A boy they'd seen all holiday with his parents! Oh well -- no turning back now. Paul flashed his car lights and I got in. He smiled approvingly and squeezed my cock. OK- lets get going. I soon realised we weren't going to Paul's house and looked at him. He explained his house was too small -- we had to go to a friend's house instead -- he said his name was Aubrey. I knew him -- he was the manager of the theatre there. A guy in his 50's, swept back hair -- looked a bit of a dirty old man. I asked again how many guys?? Paul smiled and said you'll see!! We arrived at Aubrey's house a large detached old house about 20 minutes outside Rhyl. Immediately I noticed how many cars were parked on his large driveway. At least 10 cars I counted as Paul and I walked to the door. Aubrey let us in and said I looked better in the flesh than on video! So they'd been showing me off then! We went inside and Aubrey took us to a doorway at the back of the house. It opened and I stood in shock!!!! The room was huge -- as big as 4 normal sized living rooms, but it was still a tight fit. Looking back at me were what must have been 50 men! Fucking hell !!!! I thought 10 -- 12 maybe -- I could handle that -- but Christ!!! Oh god -- I couldn't take on 50 in one night. I said to Paul there must be 50 men here!!!! He said 53 actually -- might be some more later too. I asked him who these guys were and he told me friends of friends, and Aubrey had an awful lot of contacts. He was an Entertainment Agent and knew loads of showbiz guys. He also handled male strippers, and there were 4 of them here. I looked around the room and felt like a rabbit surrounded by hungry wolves. Every guy was looking at me -- almost drooling! I looked on a wall and a huge TV screen was showing some very nasty porn -- young men being abused by older guys, again all homemade stuff. A small stage was in the top half of the room, and there was a bench like device on it and a sort of hammock held by metal chains. Paul pulled me close and said I might not see much of you tonight, but I want you to perform for me. I want you to please me. Aubrey came over with a can of cider and 6 blue tablets. He told me to swallow them with the cider. I asked what they were and he said swallow and I'll tell you. I did what I was told and he told me they were Viagra. It would make sure I stayed horny through the night. My cock was already hard against my tummy and I didn't think I needed them. He also said there was something in the cider to relax me -- someone said it was probably "k" -- but I didn't know what that meant -- Paul told me it would make it easier to take the cocks, so that seemed fine. Aubrey pulled me to him and we kissed deeply. His hands were all over me and Paul started pulling down my shorts. I was then naked in front of 53 men. A 18 year old boy, looking innocent, completely at their mercy. Aubrey broke loose and called for the strippers. 4 men came over, 2 black, 2 white. Each one built like rugby players. They clearly worked hard on their bodies. They were all over 6ft tall, with arms thicker than my legs, and thighs thicker than my body. They were all around 25-30 and fucking gorgeous! They wore posing pouches that barely hid the cocks inside. Aubrey explained that I would take on all 4 guys as the start of the evening's entertainment My cock had gone so ridiculously hard, and the Viagra hadn't even kicked in yet. Paul lit a joint and passed it to me. I took 3 long draws and gave myself to these 4 men. I was led to the stage. I was pushed to my knees and surrounded by the 4 men. They pulled away their pouches and revealed 4 monster cocks. I mean huge! I doubt one of them was less than 10 inches, and one black guy was known as "footlong". I could see why! I started my evening's work. I took turns sucking and wanking them, struggling to get my mouth and hand around them. Aubrey announced to everyone that I was a Virgin (LIAR!) and that I was there to please everyone in every way possible. The crowd of men really looked ready to eat me. The testosterone was almost visible! Meanwhile, I was on my knees, trying desperately to entertain 4 huge male strippers. My cock was harder than it had ever been -- almost painful -- and I was on the verge of cumming without even touching it. Aubrey seemed to know this and I was helped onto the swinging hammock. As I was laid into it he produced a sort of leather strap that was tied around my cock and balls and then clipped shut. I looked at him and he said with a dirty evil grin "That's to stop you cumming". The hammock was swinging and the two white guys stood at each end. I gripped the chains by my hands and leant my head back. This was gonna be like my first dp. As I leaned back the white guy's cock came into view. It was as big as "30" from my previous party. The guy at the other end was ramming 2 fingers inside my boy cunt. I felt no pain. The drugs had seen to that. I just felt immense pleasure as he finger fucked me. The guy at my mouth was swinging the hammock and making me take more and more of his cock with each swing. He kept some of it in my mouth each time so it didn't pop out. He was REALLY hard and it would have sprung up to his belly otherwise. I think there was a lot of drugs around that night. The guy frigging my bum had now got 3 fingers in my and was thrashing them in and out at manic speed. I knew I wanted to cum but I physically couldn't -- all I did was feel more and more horny. The Viagra and weed had really kicked in by now and I felt so seriously sexy that I wanted to take every one of those guys on and let them do whatever filthy perverted kinky act they wanted on me. Finally the finger fucker pulled them out, and literally threw 10 inches of thick hard white cock inside my body. I hardly made a noise, just a very satisfied groan. For 10 minutes I was swung back and forth between 20 inches of cock in a dreamlike blissful state. They were obviously trying to make me suffer but I was in heaven. I'd instinctively mastered deep throating and my bum really did seem to naturally accept cock Eventually the two guys couldn't hold back any longer and two cocks spurted two massive loads of cum inside my body. I swallowed the mouthful easily and my ass seemed to suck up the huge dump of cum that spewed inside it. They looked disappointed as they stepped down, but the 2 black guys who replaced them were serious cocks. Footlong was at my ass and his mate who wasn't far behind was at my face. No preparation for these guys, they just thrust their weapons into my 2 hungry gaping holes. Again I took the cock in my ass easily -- I really don't know how I could have done this, except for all the training I did was I was younger, and the drugs helped. The guy at my mouth though had other ideas. My wrists and ankles had been handcuffed to the chains so I was just a helpless body unable to move or escape. This guy then started slowwwwwly pushing his cock down my throat. So slow that I couldn't take my breaths. I was panicking, but he just kept pushing it deeper. Then he was buried fully in my throat. His pubes against my face. He held it there, I wanted to get up and escape but I had no chance. I could hear the guys cheering as they watched this monster cock buried deep in my throat, while footlong fucked me like an animal. Eventually the guy in my throat withdrew and I gasped, my face getting covered in thick white goo from my throat. This was repeated several times, almost choking me, but withdrawing just in time. Footlong was screaming at me telling me I should be crying in pain with his cock, and I just looked up to him and smiled and said, "deeper, harder big boy".. He said "you'll regret that"!!!, and he started pummelling my ass and slapping my belly and nipples. Eventually he couldn't hold back and what felt like a gallon of black man cum shot inside my ass. The other guy obviously wanted my ass to, so he replaced him and fucked me for 5 minutes till he came too. I was swinging in this hammock, grinning blissfully, cum dripping from my bum and my face covered in white goo. But the evening hadn't even started yet! I think my performance had warmed the crowd up perfectly. A camera aimed at the stage was displaying everything on the huge screen on the side wall. My poor cock was straining to cum, but the leather band stopped it. Another spliff was produced and I inhaled deeply, sucking in the sweet taste and feeling it hit my head almost immediately. Someone threw two more Viagra down my throat and 3 E's. God they were getting me seriously fucked up. I was taken down from the hammock and strapped onto the bench. This was designed to make the "victim" have his bum pushed high into the air at the perfect level for a guy to fuck him. Aubrey said I would be strapped down on it for 2 hours minimum and be fucked by as many men as possible during that time. As the handcuffs were attached and the metal bat that spread my legs was fitted, I found myself almost spread-eagled on a leather bench, my cock rubbing against the rough leather and my bum stuck high in the air. Me first I think said Aubrey and he drove his cock inside me. All the time as he fucked me my cock rubbed against the leather, stimulating it, and teasing it. I really needed to cum but still couldn't. The e's took effect and I genuinely felt I loved everyone one of those men in the room, even though all I was to them was some pretty little boy to abuse. Aubrey fucked me well enough for an old man and came inside me. I could hear conversations between the guys about whether they'd go bareback or use a condom, most said bareback. A bowl had been placed below my bum to catch the cum that was oozing out of my bum. After Aubrey I lost track of who fucked me. I didn't know them anyway. Didn't know their names, and never would.!! They were just cocks to fuck me and I loved it. As I lay there, strapped down for 2 hours, I knew this was what I wanted- I loved being used like this. Cock after cock came in me -- each one I fell in love with -- I genuinely loved every man who came in me. I was having "mind cums"-cumdump where I felt I was cumming, even though I really wasn't. The bowl was getting fuller, as the guys replaced each other. Hardly anyone spoke. Maybe they felt guilty about using a boy like this, maybe they wanted to concentrate -- I don't know. I just know that after 2 hours I had managed to take 40 cocks. There will still more who needed me, so Aubrey asked if I would mind staying there for the rest. There were actually another 15 guys who needed me. Of the 53 guys originally, I'd taken the 4 strippers, and 40 on the bench, and 6 more guys had shown up during my show. About an hour later all 59 men there had fucked me -- the white stripper who had cum in my mouth originally finished the show. 59 men!! Some had used condoms but only a few -- maybe 6 -- and anyway they had emptied their loads into the bowl, which now was looking very full. I collapsed on the bench, but found myself being untied. I squatted overt the bowl and shatted out the rest of the cum. A few streaks of red were in it, but that was understandable, my arse had been fucked constantly for almost 4 hours now, so some blood was expected. Two guys dragged me to the front of the stage and stuck a funnel in my mouth. The bowl was lifted and the contents poured down into the funnel. I tilted my head back and swallowed the thick white spunk. The audience cheered as I swallowed the last drop. Aubrey said I could have half an hour break. Some guys left at this point and I found Paul and snuggled up to him. He unlocked the leather grip on my cock and balls, caressed my cock gently. I had scraped it quite badly against the leather and Paul said that will hurt in the morning. I kissed him and said a lot of me will hurt in the morning. We smoked a spliff together, and he gave me another laced drink. He looked at me and said -- you realise it will get pretty kinky now? I thought 59 men gang banging a boy was kinky, but he looked VERY serious. Before he could say more Aubrey grabbed me and dragged me back on stage where a paddling pool had appeared. I knew what this meant -- mass golden showers. Sure enough I was surrounded by guys and pissed on. As I opened my mouth to swallow. Aubrey said "where the fuck is the leather grip?" He sounded furious. He knew I would be able to cum and he really wasn't going to let that happen. Paul gave it to him and Aubrey told the guys to stop pissing as he re-applied the thing to me. Aubrey looked furious at me. "You fucking faggot bitch -- thought you could get away with that did you?" and he slapped me hard across the face. There were a few cries of "Yeahhhh" as they clearly enjoyed him slap me. So he slapped me again, and again. "get him back on the bench" said Aubrey. I was lifted up and tied down again, this time face up, my arms pulled back behind me. Aubrey appeared with what I discovered was a riding crop. He threw another to Paul and another to Uncle Joey, and one more to some guy -- turns out he was a headmaster Aubrey spoke "Paul, Joey -- take his chest and belly- We'll look after his cock and balls" Oh my god -- they were going to whip me with riding crops! That's why Paul had filled me full of drugs -- to help me! Oh thank you Paul -- I looked lovingly up at him as he brought his crop down hard on my belly. Joey did the same on my right nipple. Paul looked magnificent -- stark naked, his cock hard in his left hand and a whip in his right, wanking as he whipped me. Aubrey and his friend brought their weapons down on my cock and balls. I screamed and screamed. I looked up at Paul. He was whipping me hard too now. All 4 of them whipped me for 5 minutes until by body was red. I was then flipped over and tied down again. This time the 4 of them whipped my bum. Aubrey came around to my face and spat in my mouth -- he looked really evil. You probably won't ever get out of here" he said -- and I believed him!!

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 have no idea why married or straight/curious guys always flock to me, but they do. It must be the big, thick white ass? (See my profile if you don’t believe me....🤷🏻‍♂️) Anyway, here’s how I threw my feet in the air for a recent BBC, and found out he’s married afterwards... We had been chatting for quite some time. Super great guy. Funny and easy to talk to. He told me he’s straight and curious. He’s tried to fuck one other guy but he couldn’t handle it. I always prefer taking time to get to know someone a bit before throwing my feet in the air. It has to be the right vibe, and this BBC and I vibed hard. He told me he’d pick me up and bring me to his place when we finally decided to meet. I go over, we hang for a bit, chat since it’s our first time meeting in person and then move into the bedroom. He immediately tells me to “show him my white pussy.” His vibe changed immediately as we hit that bedroom. I get on all fours on the bed and shake my ass for him. He stands above me, jerking off a bit. Getting hard. His black cock grows to a big size I wasn’t expecting and I tell him that he’s bigger than I thought. He swears it’s “not that big” but I beg to differ. His cock is dark, thick, cut, a nice head on it. He doesn’t want it sucked, he just wants my “white pussy.” Fine by me. He orders me to get on my back and throw my feet in the air. I follow orders. To my surprise he moves in closer and begins kissing my feet. He licks them, sucks my toes, puts them in his face. He says he’s always wanted a white guys feet in his face and I’m more than happy to oblige. He tells me my feet are “gorgeous” and he continues to kiss them. This makes his BBC swell even harder and bigger. He asks if I’m ready and I say yes, he spits on my hole and his cock and he slowly slides himself in. For the first minute or two he was gentle, holding me by the ankles and continuing to kiss my feet as he slowly stretched my tight white ass open. He says “you ready?” I’m confused and respond with “for what?” & he says “this...” He immediately starts pounding me. Fucking slamming me, HARD. It feels amazing. I feel like such a slut taking a big black dick like that. I’m in heaven. He’s still holding me firmly by the ankles and spreading my legs super wide. I swear the bed was going to break from the thrusts, but it didn’t. I took that cock like a champ. He fucked me for a good 20 minutes until he said “I’m going to cum.” His cock got even harder and my toes spasmed uncontrollably until I feel his cock pulse inside me and his cum filled my hole. We lay there for a minute and laughed. As I’m leaving, I walk by a hallway and notice all the pictures on the wall. He says, “you won’t tell my wife, right?” I was a bit shocked he wouldn’t mention this beforehand, but no. I won’t be telling his wife. I’m now going to be his white pussy on the side... 🤷🏻‍♂️

I sat in the car, staring at the old brick toilet behind the trees. It was dark, and the building was barely visible in the gloom. The doorway was a black square, black as the entrance to hell itself, and as I watched, two or three figures slid out of the trees and into that dark entrance. The wind rustled the leaves, but it was warm and sticky like before a storm and I felt sweat prickle my forehead. So it had come to this: waiting outside a sleazy toilet, trying to decide on my fate. Everyone knew about this place, the sleazy trolls, the old, the ugly, the diseased, went there because they couldn't get it anywhere else. And yet, and yet, here I was gnawing a fingernail and shivering with fear and excitement. I took a deep breath and got out of the car. There was no one else around. I still had time to leave, but instead, I locked the car and crossed the car park to the tree line where I felt less exposed, and stared at the doorway again, but still no one entered or left. At last, I made up my mind and stepped into the darkness. Inside, it was smaller than I'd expected and smelled strongly of piss and body odour. I couldn't see, but I felt bodies crammed into the small space and heard the unmistakable sounds of men having sex. My heart was in my mouth. I didn't know what to do. Then eager hands tugged at my belt and zipper as unseen lips pressed against mine. His breath smelled of tobacco but the sheer filthiness of kissing a man I couldn't see in a place like that overwhelmed me.

White guy here. I answered in the poll with micropenis, but to be honest, it's that way because I don't get hardons. I used to get hard but I haven't had an erection since I was 14. It's an awkward thing to mention because it usually comes with a bunch of questions that I don't have the answer to. When my ass starts to get next-level horny it feels like my dick goes inside my skin. So in its regular form (not hiding) it's about an inch long. When I'm horny and it hides, it can get smaller.

My late husband loved when I used my teeth on his cock. He was into pain though.

getting fucked is hotttt omg. love that i tried this. letting a nice hard penis fill me up 🙂

Not sure of your age? But, your pic looks like you're fairly young. I never had this issue in my younger days. In fact, back in my youth, I don't remember anyone douching. And it didn't seem to be an issue at all. But, as an older bottom it's sadly happened a few times. It sounds like this guy took a great deal of time to douche. Sadly, as we age, there are unfortunately times that it's not going to clean and have to give up. It's disappointing and frustrating, but I have to know that I'm completely clean before I bottom. Both for the top's sake, but I like to do ass to mouth. Having the top move his cock from my mouth to ass to mouth to ass and on and on is a huge turn-on. Healthwise, it's just not wise to suck on a dirty dick. So, on those thankfully rare occasions when I just have not been able to get fully clean, I've cancelled and/or rescheduled. All but one top have been totally understanding and we've rescheduled. One guy thought I was just flaking out. He sent back a few nasty replies. He wasn't one of my regulars. When he emailed me another time and wanted to fuck, I just ignored him. I had no interest in having such a jerk top me.

Laid my face down on the floor, ass up without know who's there in the back fucking my pussy! So that mean number 1 .

6 for sure. been in that position many times with no idea who is witching in n out of my ass

I spent several years delivering for a building supplier. A few drops led to encounters - mostly just fumbled wanks and quick blow jobs, but this one time was different. That day, I had just the one delivery - my wagon was loaded up with a whole house worth of plumbing - pipe, radiators, a kitchen and three bathrooms. I drove from south east London, right through town to a bungalow in outer west London. It was a hot, frustrating drive and I'd emptied a litre of water down my throat by the time I arrived. From outside, it looked like a decent house - set in the middle of a large garden which was churned up and muddy at the front; but inside was completely empty. There wasn't even a proper floor - a stepladder took us down almost 6 feet to a packed earth floor just inside the front door. I set to unloading with the guy on site. He was about 5'6", my age (mid twenties,) and tightly muscled like me from physical labour. I almost towered over him at 6' dead. It took over an hour to haul everything in and get it stacked, all the while my bladder was getting more insistent for relief. Once we'd finished, he led me over to a couple of folding chairs and put a kettle on a camping stove to get tea on the brew. "Man, think I'm gonna piss myself." I looked around, "where do you go?" He looked around and shrugged, "Usually where I'm standing." He fixed my eyes with his and smirked, then dropped to his knees in front of me, still looking up at me. I started pissing before I'd managed to get my cock out properly, splashing over my jeans and boots before he bent forward to take my stream in his mouth. After all the water I'd drunk, I pissed for England. He swallowed some and let the rest run over his chin and down his chest. As my stream ebbed away, he took my pierced knob head in his mouth and swirled the last drops round with his tongue. I was already half hard, and that quickly brought me to full mast. I'm not the biggest by any means, but my uncut 6.5" with 3mm PA has always served me well. I lifted him off and sat in one of the chairs, opening my wet jeans further and pulling out my balls. He shuffled closer and buried his face in my sweaty, piss soaked crotch, licking at my shaft and balls. His stubble scratched at my shaft and over the crown, until he took me in his mouth and started working my shaft with his tongue. When he started choking on my ring, he lifted his arse and pulled down his trackie bottoms. I reached down, slip a finger along his crack and pushed hard at his hole. He whimpered, and pushed back. My finger sank into him and his arse clenched when he gagged. I kicked him away and stood over him with my boot on his cock, spat on his face. He licked it of his lips. I knelt between his legs and put his boots on my shoulders. My cock, wet from his sucking, bumped his cunt and I pushed in hard. He was tight and dry - it hurt my cock and he screwed his face in pain. I held his arms down and took my time feeling around inside him, until he relaxed around me. I took a few long slow strokes before driving hard and fast. When he started to struggle, I grabbed his throat and picked up my pace. Eventually I had to flip him over and use my extra size and bulk to hold him down while I raped his arse. I had one hand round his throat and the other round his cock and he kept struggling which only made me fuck harder. Then he went stiff, clamped his cunt round my cock and pumped out a great handful of spunk. I pulled my hand out and dropped half his spunk on my cock before plunging back in to his still twitching hole, licked up a wad and wiped the rest in his face. He licked at my hand and sucked my fingers. That was the trigger - I yelled out as my spunk exploded into him. I spasmed inside him until my balls ached and my cock softened in him. We just lay there a few minutes catching our breath. As I relaxed, my bladder started nagging at me and my cock stiffened enough for me to push in before letting it flow. My piss squirted out past my shaft over my balls and up my belly. I couldn't help but start fucking and almost as soon as I'd stopped pissing, I came again. This time, I pulled out and flopped him over to wipe myself over his face. We shuffled around until he could suck me clean properly. Soon, I booted him away again, got up, put myself away and left.

I agree with GermFactory 100%. I have palied around with a toothbrush in my ass by myself a couple of times. I feel it is something that does tell the top I am ready for this to happen. I`d be more the willing to let him brush my hole for me or if he wanted I would do it myself.

Fuck that is hot! I love public fun!

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.

When you’re about to fuck a virgin man hole or very inexperienced bottom, what position do you suggest for them? And why? Talking to the young bloke I’m living with - who’s very partial to seducing virgin bottom guys and taking their cherry...and who’s also amazingly effective at spotting blokes who are vulnerable and manipulating them to have sex with him - on this subject and we have different views. Tard prefers to penetrate a fresh mancvnt by entering from behind (ie doggy) but will usually let the guy be on top if that’s their preference. His rationale is straightforward: he’ll allow the bottom to control the degree and speed of penetration initially. If the guy is ok with Tard controlling the penetration. He loves manhandling guys when he can and seems to get off on teaching the new bottom in arching his back, etc. For mine, I’m not in favour of the bottom on being on top. For a start, it’s probably my least favourite position when I’m getting fucked and I think the notion of allowing a virgin bottom to control the penetration is a recipe for shallow penetration; that’s possibly a result of my own unsuccessful attempts to get penetrated the first few occasions I tried to get fucked. Secondly, eye contact is an extremely important part of the cherry popping experience imho; it’s a wonderful part of gay fucking but it’s even more important when you’re penetrating a bloke’s sphincter for the first time. When I’m about to take a virgin mancvnt, I want him on his back, ankles in an elevated position (or wrapped around me). The act of kissing and caressing the bottom while whispering to him is, for me, almost as critical as constant focused eye contact. It’s also easier to manoeuvre him from his hips. What do you all think?

This story gets hotter all the time .Hope to read all about the gangbsng soon!

Day 1, Pt 4 “OK, men. Everyone knows the rules. The newbie is to be used by all of you at least once per day, after the first day. The newbie cannot refuse a request unless it is dangerous or he is otherwise busy. No one is to injure the newbie or prevent others from using the newbie. No cum is to be wasted, it must be shot inside, either orally or anally. And finally, have fun!” Ken said, the seriousness in his voice disappearing for the last sentence. They got up and headed back toward the canoes. Colin had other ideas, though. “Newbie. On your knees” Colin said. Chris looked back and realized that this was just the beginning. He pushed his shorts back off and got on all fours. A few of the other guys stopped to watch. Colin spit on Chris’ ass a couple times and then on his cock. He crouched down and forced his cock into Chris’ tight hole. Chris tried to relax, but Colin seemed to be as unskilled an ass fucker as he was a cocksucker. Finally, Colin’s cock popped inside. “More spit” Chris said and felt two more globs of spit hit his hole. Colin pulled out and shoved the spit inside, along with half of his six inch shaft. Colin sawed back and forth awkwardly and then began to pick up speed. Chris felt Colin’s hands grasp his hips and pull them back as he shoved forward. A few minutes later, Chris started to fuck himself back onto Colin’s cock. He kept waiting to hear or feel Colin getting close, but the awkward thrusting continued. After a few more minutes he gave a couple quick squeezes with his sphincter and felt Colin start to orgasm. “FUCK!” Colin screamed out as his cock started to shoot his seed into Chris’ hole. Colin pulled his cock out and pulled up his shorts. “I cum when I want to cum, newbie” Colin said. “Apparently not” Chris said as he stood up, sliding his shorts back up. He heard a few snickers from the guys that had watched him get fucked. “Hold still. I need to add my mark” Colin said, taking a sharpie out of his pocket and drawing a mark on Chris’ shoulder. Chris was surprised how being used as a bottom slut turned him on, but as his dick hardened, he felt the cage constrain it and it got painful quickly. They walked back and pushed the canoe back into the water and hopped in.

Day 1, Pt 1 The alarm went off at 2am and Chris crawled out of bed. He showered, brushed his teeth and looked at himself in the mirror. He hadn’t shaved since Friday and he liked the scruffy look. His ex had tried to keep him looking as twink-like as possible and now he was done making sure he looked like someone else wanted him to. His chest was itching a bit since he had stopped shaving it too, the day he told his ex Tim to “fuck off and get out.” His five foot nine body was filling out a little and while not muscled, he was toned from his erratic gym visits. His brown hair was cut like he wanted it, the only thing he insisted on doing his way instead of his ex’s desires. His legs were covered in a light coating of hair but his ass was mostly smooth. There was some hair inside his crack which his ex always wanted shaved, but finally gave up asking after two years. Chris noticed his cock was still partially stiff. He didn’t know if it was the excitement of the trip or whether he was just horny. “Probably both. Too bad I’ll be bottoming the next few days. I could really use a hot ass to fuck” he thought. He walked back to the bedroom and pulled on a pair of board shorts and then some baggy cargo pants over them. He pulled on a t-shirt and slid into a pair of old tennis shoes. “I can put the sport sandals or water shoes on when we get to the river” he said to himself. He put a few things in an old backpack that he could leave in the van while they were canoeing. Right at 3am, the van pulled up in front of his apartment building and Chris tossed his stuff in the back. He hopped in, finding that they left the last row of seats for him. “Perfect, I can sleep on the drive up” Chris thought. They bounced through the city streets and finally got on the highway. The music was blaring and everyone seemed to be talking as Chris realized his hopes of sleeping were gone. He looked Colin over and wasn’t sure what to make of him. Was he gay? bi? experimenting? Colin was a few years younger than Chris and about his same height but with 20 more pounds. His dark brown hair hung down over his eyes and ears, his face was plain and he looked like he was stoned. Colin turned back to Chris and said “It’ll be good not being the newbie this year. I’m sure you’ll have fun but I like to fuck too much.”

Mr. Benson is into wrecking people lives, their hopes , their health and their careers for his own twisted mind. Some it's for revenge others it's for money and some it's because he wants to. Brad is 19 and a freshman in college with high hopes from his father. Brad father is one of those who has planned Brads life even the girl he is too marry and have children with. Mr. Benson has seen Brad going into Mens book stores not doing anything but looking, so Mr. Benson see Brad as a prospect to show his what he really is. I'm to find away to get close to Brad but I'm not to have sex with him but can suck his dick or he can suck mine as his virgin hole he has other plans for. Mr. Benson gave me Brads schedule and he is like clock work get up at this time, go to this place for a coffee and he is always on time like clock work. Friday nights when everyone is trying to get laid Brad takes a bus to the mens book store and looks around but never does anything. This Friday night is different as its the start of spring break so for the next 2 weeks there is no classes. I see Brad leave the book store around 9pm and go to the juice bar, it's packed and Brad is sitting by him self, so I ask if I can sit-down and he says sure. We do some small talk and I see Brad is eyeing me as the tee shirt I'm wearing is very tight and my nipples are rock hard and sticking out, my jeans are low riders so the crack on my ass is showing when I get up to get Brad a new drink. What Brad does not know is yes, I buying him a drink but what I'm putting inside the drink will set the wheels in motion to wreck his life for ever and make Mr. Benson very happy. After a few minutes this new drug Mr. Benson gave me to put in his drink starts to work. This new drug is like GHB but with out the metallic taste. As he gets up I say to his Brad you need some air, so I take him out side and around the corner where the van with Mr. Benson two assistants are waiting. Brad does not put up a fight but goes in willing. We ride for one hour before we get to this bathhouse. The easiest way to describe this place it's a biker bar bathhouse as the men here would scare the hell out of Hell Angels. Its just Brad and me that are not covered in Tattoos, body piercings or leather. At the door I help Brad in as he is very easy to control, the manager looks at me then says is this the virgin, I say yes as I'm a slut whore. The manager ask if I'm POZ and say yes are you on meds I say NO, and he ask if I want to be recharged and say why not. Brad is taken into the back as I watch they them cut off his clothes put cuffs on his wrist and ankles. I see one taking a syringe as putting into his ass, as they are doing that Brad says that hurts they laugh and say my pinky is bigger than this. They take magic marker and write on his chest and back NEGATIVE VIRGIN I follow them around as Brad is paraded around the bathhouse, they put on me POZ wants to be recharged. OK I have seen a few things but this place has to be the one for the books as the floor is sticky with cum and old lube there are crosses on the wall fuck benches and slings, used syringes all over the place with a few private rooms. They are putting up for bid for his virginity with the money going to buy more drugs. The bidding is going fast and the one who had the winning big is the local drug dealer, his has to be over 6ft, 6 over 300 lbs. with a dick like my forearm. As soon as he is declared the winner he takes Brad into one of the private's rooms and before he enters Brad is given a slam. The drug dealer yells out. THE BRIDE WON'T BE A VIRGIN LONG AND YOU CAN ALL HAVE BLOODY SECONDS. The room is dead quiet as everyone is waiting for the second Brad starts screaming for his life and when we hear him screaming we are all cheering. The dealer fuck Brad for close to one hour and towards the end Brad is not screaming but is moaning. The dealer comes out sweating and you can see the blood on his dick and says the bitch won't clean my dick off, right then about 6 of us we fight to clean his dick off as it's virgin blood and POZ cum. Brad is taken to the cross and they tie him up and tell his he has to be punished for not cleaning off the dick that just gave him his first Toxic load. They warm him up with floggers before they start to whip him I can see these Men really know how to work as Brad back has many welts and red stripes. My arm is grab and with a rope only upper arm I feel a prick and that familiar feeling of a nice slam of high quality Tina running through my body. He pushes my on to a fuck bench and the feeling of his PA rubbing up and down my hole is like heaven, his dick pushes in as he says I have a real man cunt here and starts to fuck me as hard as he can. To be continue

This is an amazing story

There was a straight guy I sucked off at least a dozen times at one of the dirtybookstores in Missoula Montana. He had a stern expression, a very hard solid body, & a longer & thicker than average cock which always got rock-solid! More than once I could taste & smell his wife's cuntjuice on his cock. One day I was out garage-saling & I pulled up at a house & there he (& his wife) sat, conducting their garage sale. He got a completely mortified expression on his face, recognizing me from the dirtybookstore, but I was nonchalant & just checked out the stuff in his garage. His wife was pretty, but I'm glad he still went in for suckjobs from me!

I was 13 my first time. It was my 18 yo brother. He fucked me raw, told me to never have a condom in my ass. Next he shared me with his college buds, I was taking all their loads. He took me to my first bb orgy at age 14. I've been a cum addict ever since. NEVER refused a load in my ass, and never had a condom in me, never will. And my motto is NEVER PULL OUT!

Thank you! I'm pleased to report it gets bred regularly.

264, I'm ashamed and proud at the same time.