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The Well-Hung POZ Twink Breeds My Boy My boy and I love to get him fucked by other guys. There’s something so sexy about him submitting to a big cock. The need to feel it stretching him open and filling him with seed is too much to resist. I love to help him get ready to get dicked down, rimming his hole, fingering lube inside, blowing a buddy’s cock to full hardness, and even slipping it right inside him. I only let him get fucked raw and really love laying down underneath so I can fuck-lick right at his ass while he’s getting pounded. I’ve cleaned up many tops’ cummy dicks after they breed my boy. I enjoy fucking their seed deeper into his slutty opened hole, and Iove eating cum out of him. We’re a good fit. Sometimes I find guys to breed my boy, and sometimes he seeks them out. We were at a bar a few weeks ago and this sexy pretty twink starting grinning at us. My boy sauntered over and chatted him up. I got hard as my boy put his arms around the twink and I watched as the twink licked his fingers then slid his hands down my boy’s jeans. I knew he was fingering my boy when my boy threw his head back. I picked up the tab for all our drinks. When I turned to where they’d been standing, they were gone. I ducked out to the street an didn’t see them. I made my way back to the bathroom and heard the unmistakable sounds of fucking from the stall. I knocked and heard the twink moan as my boy shouted, ‘we’ll be right out!’ I stood guard at the door while this twink pounded my boy. I heard the twink tell my boy he was about to cum and the sound of skin on skin smacking until the twink shot his load, hopefully deep into my boy’s hungry pussy. A few minutes later, they both appeared, flushed and grinning. The three of us left the bar, both me and the twink squeezing my boy’s ass. I wanted to see if there was a wet spot of fresh cum dripping out, so I let them walk a few steps ahead of me. No sign of anything. I asked them if they were done. The twink said he was good for another load and my boy smiled. We piled into my car. I drove as they hopped in the back seat, making out with each other the whole drive home. We were all hard as we entered our living room. My boy made us all a round of vodka sodas. I took the time to get to know the twink a little. His name was Brian, and he thanked me for letting him fuck my boy back at the bar. I asked if he bred him, and he looked at the floor. I told him, ‘hey, stud. I’m into it. You can breed him, especially if I get sloppy seconds!’ He avoided eye contact and told me that he hadn’t fucked raw since he converted. I realized he was POZ. ‘Does my boy know?’ He shook his head. ‘Did you raw fuck him in the bathroom?’ He shook his head again. He’d bagged up and fucked my boy with spit as lube. I knew my boy’s hole would be ragged from a relatively dry fuck. I had a naughty idea. ‘It’s cool man. My boy has a PrEP prescription. And he likes to be filled up. So no worries.’ What Brian didn’t know that my boy decided to go off PrEP a few months ago after some unusual liver function results at his last testing. Brian told me he’d be cool breeding my boy. I grinned. Just then, my boy came back with our drinks. He’d poured doubles and we all drank them down quickly. My boy sat between me and the twink. The three of us made out and groped each other. I got on my knees and shimmied their pants down. I blew the twink’s eight-inch fat cut dick and got it nice and slippery. My boy got on his hand and knees sideways on the couch and blew Brian as I ate his tender hole. It was pink and open from their dry protected first fuck. I lapped at my boy’s ass, smearing my copious precum into him. ‘Boy, this nice twink is going to fuck you now. Raw.’ My boy eagerly nodded and pulled his mouth off of Brian’s dick. Facing me, he straddled Brian’s lap. I spit onto that big raw POZ cock and slipped it inside my boy’s hole. The sight of him slipping right down on that dick must have made me beam. My boy groaned as he adjusted to his girth and sat all the way down on it. I leaned forward lapping at his stretched-out ass lips, then suckling Brian’s big balls. My boy started riding and threw his head back in ecstasy. ‘This is so much better raw!,’ he shouted. He rode Brian until his legs were tired and pulled off. I sucked Brian’s cock down my throat. I tasted the familiar tinny flavor of cum mixed with raw hole. My boy bent over the arm of the sofa and spread his cheeks wide. Brian told me to take over for a minute. I slid right into my boy, making him more slippery as I oozed precum into his guts. Brian wiped the sweat from his brow and took my place. I got on the sofa and cradled my boy’s head as he took Brian’s forceful pounding. This skinny twink could really fuck, and he railed my boy for like ten minutes without stopping. He needed a bit of a break and went to the bathroom to take a piss. My boy and I 69ed on the floor. I lapped at my boy’s balls and hole. I knew I wanted my face right there as the twink filled him up. Brian came back and slid right back inside. After a few pumps, his big dick returned to full hardness and he really hammered my boy’s hole. I knew he was about to cum and pulled told my boy, ‘Get ready. He’s going to fill you up, with POZ seed!’ My boy pulled off my dick and moaned, ‘YES! YES! Please fill me up. Fill me up with your POZ cum! Give IT to me!!!’ Brian roared as he bred my boy as deeply as he could. My tongue was right there as white globs leaked out at the base of his cock. I lapped at the fresh cum and swallowed it down. They caught their breath and eventually Brian’s softening rod slipped out of my boy. A flood of seed poured out of my boy’s guts. Tinged ever so slightly pink, I swallowed it down. Brian slapped his cummy dick against my boy’s ass and my tongue. I made sure to not miss a drop. He got dressed and hopped in a cab, but not before entering his number in my phone. I texted him after he left, with pics of me breeding my boy’s loose used hole. He promised to text me the next time he needed to lose a load.

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

I always wanted to belong. To something. I never knew what it was and I was always a loner, you know, the socially awkward kind, the weird kid at school who everyone avoided. I did well at school, graduated, got a good job, everything you were told to do right? After all that I still never felt like I belonged anywhere. Why do I come out with all this right now and when does it become interesting? Well you see I'm in a dark room, it's quiet, the only thing I can hear is the sound of my own breath and the thumping of my heart beating hard and fast and my mind tumbling over and over the thoughts of my path to where I am right now. There's a noise. Footsteps, barefoot on a tiled floor, a gentle not unpleasant sound. The first sounds I'd heard beyond the gentle hum of the air con and the faint street noise coming from somewhere above me. The footsteps halted, I knew they were by the door of my room, I could see very little other than the floor as I was lying face down, bent over, with my feet touching the floor. Whatever light that was able to make it's way into my room was largely blocked by what was about to be my first step into a new world. I felt his legs pressed against mine, I felt two hands on my back, resting gently, they lifted slowly but returned with an audible slap making me buck and let out a grunt, maybe a scream, I'm not sure. I found my arms held in place, then the pressure of his whole body pressed against mine. I could feel his weight, he was not a small man, and I knew instantly the feeling of copious amounts of hair brushing my body. Something was whispered in my ear, I didn't hear it, it didn't matter to me anyway, I wanted one thing and right now, this man was it. He stood up, I was released and could breath again. I felt a single hand on my ass cheek, his thumb rubbing, exploring along my crack. I heard him spit then moments later felt the sticky liquid flow down between my cheeks. His thumb rubbed across my hole back and forth, working his spit around and around until he slipped a finger in. I let out a quiet, virtually inaudible "mmmmm" as he pulled his finger out. The tip of his cock rubbed across my hole, I heard him spit again, into his hand I guessed as his cock pulled away, but returned just as quickly, presumably carrying more of the home made lube. There seemed a pause in time, everything stopped momentarily, before I felt pressure against my hole. "Take it all", his low deep voice growled. I felt the head of his cock push it way through then within seconds he was buried deep. The shock of what felt like his massive length making it's own hole drove all the breath from my lungs, I gasped, gasps of ecstasy, as he help my hips and began pulling away and then burying his cock again, thrust after thrust after thrust. Each time he buried deep I could feel his massive mound of pubic hair brushing my crack, and with each thrust, the air was pushed from my lungs and as quickly as I could gasp it back in, the next thrust took it away again. I had no concept of time at this point, was it 5 minutes, or 50, it didn't matter, but suddenly the thrusting changed, this big man shook like a tree in the wind and with a cry out of "take my load, take it" he bucked several times and my ass received its first ever load. My new, yet unknown friend pulled away, he gently patted my on the back and walked away. I led there still and solitary for a few moments. "Job done", I thought to my self. An involuntary "Yes!" cried out from within me, as felt I belonged for the first time. Did my cry attract attention, i thought the open door did that and I was right. I wasn't sure of my next move, so I just stayed where I was.

i'm a critical care nurse and i just spent the weekend caring for a Covid-19 patient. She is young, has no other medical issues and is on day 11 today. We are already in a shortage of personal protective equipment (PPE) in the US and it hasn't reached the stage of Italy. The US is ridiculously unprepared. i was sick with Covid like symptoms for 10 days prior to going back to work on Friday, and yet still have not been able to get tested to know what i had/have. i had to reuse the same mask all day Friday because of the shortage of gowns and masks. Healthcare workers are dying in Italy because of a lack of proper testing and PPE, same thing can happen in the US. Countries like Singapore, S Korea and Taiwan tested early and everyone could get tested. Here's the missing ingredient the chasers don't seem to get, you don't feel like having sex when you're as sick as you get from Covid or AID's. I had to hold the thermometer for my patient she was so weak. i for one want all gay guys to live and thrive, i love men and don't want to see our community decimated. Please be safe guys.

Personally I love that people are highlighting the hypocrisy with their own comments. Chasing an incurable virus is somehow “hot” but when you turn the narrative to the current viral outbreak, suddenly that’s too far. this is Precisely why I wrote this fictional story.

While stuck inside and organizing things on my computer, I found this chapter two-thirds finished from 6 or so years ago. I finished it up and here it is. Hope you enjoy. RR MAC MEN 9: GETAWAY CAR After the fan-fucking-tastic foursome with Angel, Hassan and Marcus, I need to get some energy back. As I walk through the pulsating sea of fuckstuds to the lobby, I can’t believe how much my body throbs. I’m going to be so sore tomorrow. Of course, I don’t want tomorrow to come. Oh wait, it is tomorrow. My plan is to head to the lobby area, knock back a Red Bull, let my balls churn up some more cum then dive back into the breed-n-seed-fest. As I wait in line at the bar, I hear two men talking behind me. The deeper voiced of the two is telling his buddy about the new car he just bought. “Of course, I had the get the leather seats,” he says. Wait, I’ve heard this guy’s voice before. “I even asked the hunk who sold it to me if the seats were sperm resistant,” he continues. Fuck, I know that voice. “I said it right to his face. Of course, this was after I blasted hit guts with my man-sperm in the breakroom.” The word sperm is what tips me off. It’s gotta be Damien Silver from Knightbreeders, the dirtiest talking, most cum-obsessed spunk-swapper in all of porn. I turn halfway around to try and get a look at his face. The guy’s ruggedly handsome, with several day’s worth of scruff. It looks like it could be Damien but Damien always wears a mask in his videos so I can’t be sure. I’ve always wondered why he always wears the mask. I like to imagine that in addition shooting and starring in cum-swap videos, he has a more “respectable” job, like working for a politician, or as a policeman or teaching high school. Maybe he coaches a sports team at some religious university and runs around all day in tight coaching shorts, putting horny college age studs through their paces. Then he goes home and spends his nights making fuck flicks where he uses his filthy mind and his talent for dirty talk to celebrate his lifestyle choice as an unabashed barebacker. “Get me a water,” says the friend. “I’m going to run to the restroom.” The friend leaves and the man I think is Damien Silver is on his own. Now’s my chance and yet I suddenly feel shy, starstruck. ‘You’ve shot so much spunk to this fucker’s videos,’ I imagine Angel saying to me. ‘Grow a pair and make a move.’ “Congrats on the new car,” I say. “Couldn’t help but overhear.” “Thanks, sexy,” he says before turning around and sizing me up. “It’s my first new car in quite a while.” It’s strange to see this guy’s full face. You can tell he’s handsome from his videos but he’s even more striking without the mask. But it’s all about that voice. It’s Damien. I’d bet money on it. “I think I probably helped pay for that car,” I say, then flash a goofy smile. “That is, if you are who I think you are.” Damien smiles, grabs my hand and says, “Come with me?” “Wait,” I say as follow him through the lobby, “are you spelling that C-U-M or C-O-M-E?” “Yes,” he says. “I knew it was you by your voice,” I remark as he leads me down a dark hallway. “Oh yeah?” he growls. “Yeah. I really love the way you get into the whole mindset of it, you know.” “You mean, when I say stuff like, ‘You’re gonna fuck me bareback, right? Always, bareback. Taking seed and giving seed, right? Always. We live to take sperm, right?’ Stuff like that?” “Yes,” I say. He stops walking at a door then turns back to me. My cock head brushes against his jock, which is threadbare, cum-stained and packed. “You wanna see my new wheels?” he asks. “Sure but we can’t walk outside like this, can me?” “Ron lets me park in the enclosed, private lot,” he explains before open the door to a small parking lot lit by a single red bulb. A few cars are there and it’s obvious which one is his; it’s the gleaming silver Jaguar convertible with the dealer sticker still on it. “Oh my God,” I say. “This is gorgeous. It suits you, man.” He doesn’t say thank you. He steps right in front of me, gets his face inches away from mine and says, “You like the way I talk, right?” He leans into my body so my exposed ass rests against the driver’s side door. “Fuck yeah,” I say, bringing my hands up along his arms and squeezing his triceps. “You have a really sexy voice, deep and masculine, but it’s more the things you say, the way you talk…about barebacking and breeding, taking and giving cum. It’s like your religion. I can’t even tell you how many loads I’ve shot to you.” “Got one more in you?” he asks. “For you, yes,” I say, reaching around to cup his ass. “No one’s bred me in my car yet,” he says. “You want to help me break it in.” “Fuck, yeah,” I say. “And you like dirty talk, huh?” he asks. “Oh yeah,” I say. “I hate it in porn when they’ve got some music going on so you can’t hear the fuck sounds and the hot talk. The worst is when they have the TV on.” “Right?” he says. “What the fuck is that about?” “If I wanted to watch Jeopardy, I’d be watching Jeopardy.” “Can you dish it out, too?” he asks. “The fuck-talk?” “I don’t do it professionally, like you do, but I’ll try…” I turn him around and pull him back so my hard cock is pressed against his crack, “to rise to the occasion.” “Hot,” he says, grinding against me. “So here’s how it’s going to work: You’re going to sit in the passenger seat. I’m going to suck your hot cock until it’s ready to fuck.” “That should take at about two seconds,” I say, contracting my groin muscles so my hard leaking dick bobs in the air. “Then I’m going to sit on your dick. You don’t have to do much, movement wise. Just let me ride you while we have a simple, quiet conversation.” “Fuck yes,” I say. He opens the door and I sit my bare ass down on the cool leather seat. He kneels on the ground and starts to nurse my cock with his mouth. His slow smooth suck-strokes feel so good on my dick, which has already had a major workout tonight. As I relax into the blow job, I feel a gob of cum—God knows whose--ooze from my fuckhole. “Oh shit,” I say, a bit panicked. “Everything all right?” Damien says, looking up at me. “I got a bunch loads in me and I think some is oozing out onto your brand new seat,” I say anxiously. “You say that like it wasn’t part of my plan, ” he says. “Relax, I want you to let it ooze. I want this car to reek of cum. I want it to be my fucking Cummobile.” “You should get that for your license plate,” I suggest. Damien laughs, then he stands up and straddles me, grabs my face and looks me dead in the eyes. “Do it. Let it out, fucker. Let’s add a topnote of fuckspunk to the unmistakable new car smell.” It takes me a moment to relax my hole. “Open up and let it ooze out. Do it. Soak that seat, stud.” And I do. Damien kisses me hard while I let the loads of Marcus and Hassan and Lito snake out of me until I’m sitting in big cum puddle. Damien takes a big inhale. “Fuck, smell those men.” “I gotta breed you, fucker,” I say. “Put that hole down on my cock.” Without taking his eyes off mine, Damien lifts his ass up a few inches. Then his hole sinks onto my glistening cockhead like it’s a heat-seeking missile, which in a way it is. As he slides down onto my lap and I feel my shaft slide along his fuckstud asswalls, walls that have been whitewashed countless times. As a younger man, scared with little confidence, I used to look down on men that were promiscuous. Now, I revere them. From here on, Damien slowly grinds his hole on my cock while we talk to each other, our voices soft but insistent, like a hypnotist leading a subject into a trance. “Fuck, that’s smooth,” I say. “And thirsty, maybe the thirstiest ass I’ve ever fucked. What’s it thirsty for, pig?” “Sperm,” he says. “Always.” “You’re addicted to it, aren’t you? You need it like vampires need blood.” “It’s the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I think about at night.” “Because you always fall asleep fingering a loaded hole.” “A multi-loaded hole. What’s that wet squelching sound, Randy? I think it’s coming from you.” “It’s my hot hungry ass sliding around,” I say. “Sliding around in what?” he wonders. “A puddle of cum…from I don’t know how many guys?” “You don’t know how many?” “If I thought about it, I could give you a number…but I don’t really feel like doing math right now.” “You gotta track your loads, man. So you can always keep growing as a bareback fucker.” Without coming off my dick, Damien twists around, opens the glove compartment and pulls out a small ziplock bag. He pulls from it a silver chain with matching cylinder at the end of it. He drapes it over my head. “For poppers?” I ask. “Looks like it, but no. This is the part that’s genius,” Damien says, holding up the cylinder between our faces. “Check it out.” On the side of the cylinder are four revolving number wheels, like you’d see on a combination padlock. “This is to keep track of your loads. I wear two. The black one is loads I planted in an ass…and the silver one is loads planted in my ass. “There are four digits on here,” I observe. “That would be like a thousand loads.” “Three a day,” he shrugs. “Totally doable for a hot stud like you.” “These are really cool,” I say. “Where can I buy one?” “I’m going to start selling them on my website soon but you get one free for coming in my ass.” He bottoms out on my dick, then rocks slowly back and forth. “Look at me, just assuming I’m getting your load.” “Oh you’re getting it,” I say, trying not to pass the point of no return. “You’re gonna get seeded real soon…right here in this car. This beautiful, respectable car that would be right at home in a Pride parade, carrying the mayor or some happy old lesbian couple that’s been together 50 years.” “Or you and I could be in the Bareback Pride Parade,” he says. “We swap seed back and forth all the way down the parade route.” “And there’s a big float behind us with slings and fuck benches and guys all over it, fucking to cum,” I add. “And dick-addicted twinks with cum leaking from their battered holes are handing out fliers for Shudder to all the hot guys on the street.” “And the guys along the sidewalk all have their cocks out and as they see you building up steam to blast in my hole, they all start chanting, ‘Breed it!’ Breed it!” That image sends me right over the edge. “Ah fuck, stud, I’m cumming in your guts!” “Fuck yes, pig! Do it, man! Give me that hot load of sperm! Seed me!” My balls contract and I spurt cum for what seems like a full minute. “Damnnnn!” I groan. “Take it man! Take every fucking drop of my spermload!” Damien hunches over so his face is next to mine. When I finally stop shuddering. He sticks his tongue in my mouth and holds it there for me to suck on. As he starts to dismount, I come back to my senses. “Jesus Christ, dude, that was amazing,” I say. “But I still kind of feel bad about your car seat.” “Don’t man,” he says, pulling me to my feet. “I want my seats cum streaked and the dealership don’t offer it.” “Are you sure you’re not gonna regret it?” I say. “Come here,” he says, taking me by the hand and leading me around to the driver’s side. He sits in the driver’s seat and closes the door, then pulls my face down to his. “You want me to let your load out?” he asks. “Make the seats match?” “If you want to…” I say, tentatively. “That half-ass bullshit ain’t gonna fly,” he chides. “Tell me to let your load out.” I grab his face in my hands and lean down to his ear. “Let my babies out,” I taunt through gritted teeth. “Relax that legendary cooze and let my fuckseed slide out. I want people to able to smell the loads a mile away.” I pull away and look at Damien…who just smiles as his hole opens up and releases it’s hard-earned haul. When he gets out of the car, I’m surprised and how much fucking jizz is on the seat. “That can’t be all me?” I say. “It is, dude,” he says. “You got me right after I walked in.” “Wow,” I say, starring down at the puddle. I can’t believe I was able to deliver that big of a load 5 hours into the party. Angel’s right…once you commit to being an insatiable seedswapper, your body has a way of rising to the occasion. Damien gives me one last deep kiss, then pulls the chain away from my neck and turns counter from 0000 to 0001. The he stands back and looks my up and down admiringly. It makes me feel like a fucking god. “Hold on,” he says, then turns and reaches both hands into the car. When he pulls them out, they’re both dripping with cum. “My leather’s streaked with cum,” he says. “Yours should be, too.” And then he kneels in front of me and drags his cum-soaked palms down the legs of my chaps…streaking them with chunky white cum. “That’s better,” he says.

Last Wednesday night I’d been out for drinks with some if the guys from work, when we were heading off home one of the guys called Al asked if he could share a cab with me cos we were going the same way. He’s a good looking 40 yr old married Turkish Cypriot bloke, 5’8” tall big stocky muscular build & shaved head. He’d been a bit touchy feely in a jokey way in the pub but thought nothing of it. When we got in the cab he made a move on me, his hand down the back of my jean feeling my arse as we kissed. I groped his dick which was growing very big. He whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me, when he agreed to fuck bareback I told the driver to go straight to my address asap. As soon as we got in we stripped on the way to to the bedroom but ended up taking his fat cock up my arse on the stairs! He fucked me hard & bred his big load deep in me. We eventually got to my bed where I worshiped his gorgeous hairy muscular body, he then got me on my back and fucked my brains out! He blew his second load balls deep in me then pulled out and flopped face down next to me. His big round meaty hairy arse got me very horny , I started to grope it then spread his cheeks & had a good sniff, gorgeous musty manly sweaty arse smell. I wanted to fuck it & told him I’d didn’t care that he wasn’t clean, I slipped a we lubed finger in & had af feel about, nothing in there to cause a mess. After some time opening him up my dick slipped in & I fuck my big thick load in him. He’s coming over this after for round 2! 🤤🍆💦💦

I started Prep so I can do Anon glory hole fucks. After two weeks, I was ready and hungry to be used like the Asian cumdump I was born to be. It was a late start I was 45 but my ass never felt an anon raw dick. I was not getting any with trying to wrap the dicks coming through the glory holes in SF famous and dirty bookstore Folsom Gulch. I went all out. I mean all out. Posted on BBRT, Squirt, Craigslist and Grindr. I posted that it’s my first time taking it raw and wanted and will allow any raw dick to cum in my ass, meet me between 11-2 at the Gulch. I took 9 raw loads. Guy after guy used my hole and mpregnanted me on my first raw adventure. It was heaven. My hole was so sore and legs wobbly I could barely walk. Fresh cum dripped from my hole and I smelled like cum on the Muni going back home. I’m sure a lot of them were poz or undetected. Since I was on prep I was going to jump into the raw raw pool head on.. well in this case ass up lol.

Had been taking cock from a family member for a little while but my first anonymous load was age 13 in a nasty, sleazy public toilet near my home. I'd send and heard guys of all ages fucking in there before and new it was pretty much used exclusively for sex. I was hanging around naked in main part of the toilets (not the stall). Before long some guy, probs mid 30's came in. Fucked me raw up against the urinal. After that I went back there daily for about a year. The number of loads I took in that place.

I spent the night with my men and got my ass stroked out by all three of them. I was feeling a little conflicted because I hadn't seen my bf in a couple days but he came over yesterday and we spent some time together. We've both been in a ho stroll and enjoying it but with the coronavirus we've had to stop. We ended up fucking and it was magical because I love him so much, but it's not the same as it is when I sleep with my three tops. I hate to say it but it's about their size and the way they go deep in my pussy. My bf is super tender with me and wants me to smile all the time - my men bring a smile to my face by wrecking my ass with their big dicks. When he left I hurried over to see my men and they treated me to their dicks. I fell asleep a satisfied pussyboy and slept as the little spoon with my favorite of the three. He woke me up early when he got up to pee so I followed him to the bathroom. When we got back in bed I hit on him and he fucked me into the mattress - now I'm up and cooking breakfast for him while he rests up. I've come to realize that my heart belongs to my bf but my ass belongs to my three tops.

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.

Cute boy getting bred

MAC MEN PART 2 By Randy Rawman Later that night, I received an email from the address Seed2Swap@gmail. The subject line read: “Once you open this, Randy, you can’t unopen it.” I take a deep breath and opened it. Dear Randy, I can tell you’ve got what it takes to be a hardcore breeding stud…but it’s not going to happen overnight. The Shudder party is in two weeks and I want to make sure you’re primed and ready. Meet me at this address tomorrow night at 10 PM 6969 Wood Dr. LA It’ll just be me so don’t freak out. But wear something that shows off that amazing ass. Angel The next night, I spent a full two hours getting ready to meet Angel. I showered, trimmed, cleaned-out my hole, tried on a bunch of different outfits, settling on the nylon Adidas sweatpants in which I know my ass looks good. Beneath the Adidas I wore a pair of ass-less Addicted briefs I bought online some time before, but hadn't worn because I was saving them for a special occasion, thinking this was that 'special occasion'. The address Angel gave me was a seemingly deserted warehouse in industrial section of downtown. I was about to drive away when Angel emerged from the door, wearing ratty jeans and a tight T had some wording on it, but I couldn't quite make it out. “Park anywhere,” he called-out, so I did, and then got out of my car to meet Angel, who was standing in the open doorway. At this distance I could read his shirt, which said I Don’t Pull Out - sweet. I was about to give him a hug, but he cut me off, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a deep kiss, slipping his hand down the back of my pants and putting a finger up against my hole. “Nice shirt,” I remarked. “Nice hole,” he replied. Then he took my hand and slid it down the back of his jeans until I found his hole. He gave a guttural growl. “It’s wet,” I observed. “Blame my cable guy,” he replied, adding “He was hot and horny and I wanted free HBO.” I pulled my finger from Angel’s ass. The jizz on my fingers caught the light. Pig that he is, Angel shoved my finger into my mouth, ordering me “Taste," which, of course, I did. Then he kissed me for a second time. “Did you cum, too?” I asked. “I easily could have, but I saved my load for you,” answered Angel. That’s exactly what I wanted him to say but when I did, my heart nearly stopped. He leads me to a spot in the center of the empty warehouse where a lone dirty mattress is on the floor. “Why are we here?” I asked. “This is where Shudder happens,” he answered. “I wanted you to get a feel for what it’s like for when you daydream about it, which I know you’re already doing. Of course, on the night of the party, it’s darker, there are some fuck benches and slings set up, more mattresses, glory hole walls….” “Pounding music?” I asked. “No, no music,” answered Angel, coming up behind me and grinding his crotch against my nylon-covered ass. “The guys who come to Shudder know that a big part of the turn on is the sound of the party: cum-filled balls slapping against tight musclebutts, studs moaning in pleasure and pain as they get their guts reamed, saying, “Breed me, fucker! Breed my ass!” Hot tops moaning in ecstasy as they ask the bottoms if they’re ready for their hot loads. Studs cheering each other on, shouting, ‘Cum in him, fucker. Breed that boy! Seed his guts! He needs it! Ugggghhhhhhhh.’ I’m telling you, Randy, at the peak of the party, it sounds like there’s a fuckstud getting bred every five seconds.” I got weak-kneed at the thought and nearly passed-out, but Angel was there to catch me. He helped me kneel on the mattress, then knelt beside me, and began kissing me. “I can’t even imagine how many loads have gone into asses in this place since we started a year ago,” he commented as he helped me remove my shirt, adding “The smell of the place alone is enough to make you cum.” With that he pushed my face into the cum-stained mattress. “Name a favorite porn star, Randy. “What? Why?” “Humor me: just name one and I’ll tell you if he’s fucked on this mattress.” “Chad Brock.” “Yup" said Angel, pushing my crotch into the mattress. “Matt Sizemore?” “Many times,” says Angel. “In fact we fucked each other on this mattress. I remember him pulling out of me and asking me to spit his load back out of my ass. If you lick the mattress, you’ll get a little of it.” He pushes my head down and watches as I lick. While Angel peels down my sweatpants, I list more of my favorite on screen barebackers; Brad Maguire, Sage Daniels, Dominic Ryder, Jack Allen, Will West, Damien Silver, Chris Kohl, Morgan Black, Sean Storm, Dawson, Drew Sebastion, Kamrun, Damon Dogg, Lito Cruz, Jake Wetmore…with each name, he grunted a yes or no. There were far yes replies than no. He summarized saying “If you’re a hot guy who lives to breed and you live within a few hours, you’ve swapped loads here.” Angel flips me on my back and pulls my sweats all the way off. My rock hard seven inch cock, already leaking pre-cum, snapped up on my belly. “That’s a pretty dick, Randy,” commented Angel, adding “I knew you’d have a pretty dick.” “Thanks,” I replied, smiling. “When was the last time you took a dick in your ass?” asks Angel. I didn't answer. “You can tell me the truth, Randy. I like you. I think you’re sexy. I’ve got a load with your name on it churning in my balls right now. I’m not going to think less of you no matter what you say.” “It’s been over 12 years,” I say, sheepishly. “I told you my ex didn’t like fucking. There was a guy I saw briefly before then and we only fucked and handful of times, but always with condoms.” “With what?” Angel asks, circling my hole with his finger. “Condoms,” I say. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says with an evil laugh. I laugh, too. “So I’ve never bred anyone before,” I admit. “Or been bred, for that matter.” “But it’s all you think about?” he says. “Yes,” I say. “From the moment you wake up till the moment you go to sleep?” “Yes.” “Well, the good news is, before you leave this building, you will have done both at least once. How do you feel about that?” “Freaked out,” I say. “But good. I feel good.” “”Good, because there’s no going back,” he says. In one fluid moment, he stands up, unzips his jeans and shoves his cock in my mouth. It tastes so fucking good. He pulls the back of my head down on it. I feel like I might gag at first but then I get used to it and before long, he’s fucking my face. “You do that good, Randy,” he says. “My cock really likes being in your body. Keep sucking.” While I get used to his cock, he rubs his hands through my hair. “All those years you were shooting your cum into the air, into a wad of toilet paper, onto your stomach. What a waste.” “I don’t want to do that anymore,” I say, pulling off his cock. “I know you don’t,” he says. “I could see that in your eyes when you walked into my computer store.” Angel pushes me on my back on the mattress and climbs on top of me in a 69 position. He goes up and down on my throbbing cock, making me groan in ecstasy, but then pulls off. “Don’t you dare cum in my mouth, fucker.” Then he dives down and sticks his tongue in my hole. “Use lots of spit on my cock, Randy,” he says. “Get it wet for your hole.” Randy climbs off me, strips off the rest of my clothes and looks down at me. I’m laying naked on a mattress that literally hundreds, maybe even thousands, of men have bred on. He pulls a packet of lube out of his jeans, then shucks them off completely. “I’m going to take off my shirt now, Randy, but I first, I want to make sure you have read what it says,” he says. “I got it,” I say. The part of me that’s watching this scene from outside my body can’t believe this is happening, that I’m mustering the courage to live out my the fantasies I’ve kept buried deep inside for so many years. “It’s time Randy,” says Angel, standing above me fully naked, lubing up his giant hardon. “Here’s what’s going to happen: I’m going to stick my fuckstick in your tight asshole. It might take a while. It might hurt. I won’t be brutal but I’m not going to stop until I’m balls deep in your hot ass.” “Okay,” I say. “Close your eyes. It’s going to hurt at first, but keep breathing.” I feel his mushroom head press against my hole. I start to squirm, tossing my head from side to side. “That’s fine, Randy,” he says, “Squirm all you want. But when you turn your head from side to side, just imagine you’re at Shudder and there are hard cocks plunging into hungry asses everywhere you look. Hot studs are shuddering all around you, and they’re shuddering because they’re doing when men were born to do, dropping their steaming hot loads into holes that are literally sucking it out of them.” “Oh God,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. “I’m almost in Randy,” said Angel. “Just five more inches.” “That’s not almost,” I replied, laughing through the pain. “Make that four,” commented Angel, laughing with me. I breathed as deeply as I could, trying to get used to having a dick up there for the first time in twelve years. “I have a problem, Randy,” said Angel, “You’re too fucking sexy and I don’t want to cum without getting all the way in a really pounding you…so I’m just going to shove the rest of it in….now!” “Unnnnngghhhh!” I answered, almost blacking out. “Breathe, fucker,” whispered Angel, putting his mouth right up to my ear. “I’m all the way in you now. Balls fucking deep. How does that—“ “Fuck me, Angel!” I gasped. “I’m ready. Fuck me and don’t stop until you shoot your cum inside my ass!” “You got it, fucker,” he says, and starts deep-dicking me in earnest. At first, he fucked me in missionary, then he turned me on my side without ever taking his cock out of my ass. “Oh fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Randy. Your ass is like velvet, man. You’re going to get my load soon and it’s going to be so fucking huge you’re going to taste it in the back of your throat.” “I’m ready, Angel,” I responded. He flipped me back onto my back, picked-up his pace and leaned over, looking me in the eye. “I’m ready,” I grunted, “I’m ready to be like you, Angel. Seed my hole!” “Oh, you’re going to get my seed, fucker,” he says, panting. “You were gonna get it even if you didn’t want it. But I know you want it. I knew it the second I saw you.” “Cum in my ass, Angel,” I say. “Make me yours. Flood my guts!” “Oh God, I’m cumming, Randy. I’m cumming in your hole!” “Breed me, fucker! Breed my ass!” “Unghh! Unghh!” “Oh fuck, I feel it. I’m getting your cum. This is fucking happening! A hot stud is breeding my ass. Oh my God. Oh my God.” “Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh!” Each “Unghh!” represents a rope of manseed that’s shooting into my guts, sealing me forever to this man, this man who could see what I needed and was thoughtful enough to give it to me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” gasps Angel, trying to get his breath back. He collapses on top of me, keeping his dick inside my ass. I use my ass muscles to milk out every drop I can. “Great muscle control,” he says. “You’re going to be very popular at Shudder once the word gets out about you.” Without pulling out of me, Angel reaches to his jeans, pulls out his camera-phone and turns it on. “Keep that exact same look on your face, Randy,” he tells me. “That freshly-fucked, ‘my life just changed forever’ look.” I do as he says. He points the camera at my blissful face then pans down my body. He points the camera at his dick as it slithers out of my cum-soaked hole. He keeps the camera on my hole after he pulls out. “Keep me inside you. I want you to take my cum home with you, Randy, to eat later,” he says. “Like a doggie bag?” I say, laughing. “Exactly,” he laughs. “But I shot a ton so let some of it out on the mattress to commemorate your first breeding, right here on this spot where so many balls have been drained and holes have been bred.” “Is it coming out?” I ask, trying to relax my ass muscles. “No,” says Angel still using the camera. “Wait, there it is. Fuck, man. It’s so white and thick. You’re going to cream when you see this video.” Angel rubs the glob of cum into the mattress, tosses the phone aside, then leans in and licks the wet spot. He crawls back up my body and sticks his tongue in my mouth. I groan as I taste the hot, sweet cum on his lips and tongue. “Is this what it’s like at Shudder?” I ask. “Kind of,” he says. “Only at Shudder you would have had a dick in your mouth while I was breeding you and we would have gotten a standing ovation.” He cradles my balls in his hands and says, “You ready to empty these in my guts?” The experience of getting bred by my fantasy man was so intense I almost forgot there was a part two. “Yes,” I say, getting up on my knees. I grab the packet Angel used then spread all the lube that’s left on my throbbing cock. “There’s not a lot of lube left,” I say. “It’s okay,” says Angel. “I’ve still got the cable guy’s load in there. First time breeding and you’re going to get to fuck in another stud’s load. Stick your cock in in one stroke, Randy. You won’t believe how good it’s going to feel.” I line my hard, raw prick up at his asshole. Looking down, I realize, I’ve never seen my cock touch an asshole without a layer of latex. The thought is intoxicating. “This is what it’s about, isn’t it?” I say. “What what’s about?” Angel asks. “Life,” I say, and I plunge in to the hilt. “Aaaaaagghhhhhh!” “Fuck, Randy, that feels so good,” he says. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Randy, and add to the load that’s already in there.” “I’m not going to last long, baby,” I say. “I’m going to knock up that fucking cunt of yours, Angel.” “And after that, there’s no turning back, stud,” says Angel. “You know that, right, Randy?” “I know it,” I gasp. “You’re going to think about breeding boy butt even more than you already do,” he teases. “I know.” “It’s going to be on your mind all the time; when you’re at work, when you’re at the gym, when you’re asleep…” “I know.” “Fuck, your cock feels incredible,” he says. “You’re a natural, Randy. You were born to be a barebacker, born to take seed and born to give it…” “I was,” I say, hitting the point of no return. “It’s my destiny.” “Then give it to me, Randy! Cum in my ass! Breed my fuckhole!” “You want this cum?” I say. “You want this stud’s load?” “You know I do,” Angel admits. “I’ve wanted it since Day Fucking One. Cum in my ass!” “Here it cums, fucker!” I bellow. “Take. My. Fucking. Spunk! Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh.” “Fill me up, baby!” he cries. “Give me that hot seed!” The jets keep coming and coming so I yank my spurting cock out of Angel’s ass and point it down toward the cum-stained mattress, adding a few ropes of Randyseed to the legacy of this incredible fuck emporium. Then I shove it right back into Angel’s wet hole. “I can feel it,” he says. “It’s so fucking hot and wet.” I collapse on top of Angel. “Holy shit, that was hot,” I say. “That was amazing, Randy,” says Angel. “I would have never known you weren’t that experienced. You have it in you to be a real bareback fuckstud, Randy, if you want to. You just need someone to help you along.” “Are you applying for the job?” I ask. Angel dips a finger into his ass, pulls out a wad of my cum and brings it to his mouth. He nods yes. “Now, let’s kiss on it.” He kisses me with a mouth full of my own cum. TO BE CONTINUED

This is my first story ever. I hope it turns you all on. It turned me on to write it and I look forward to adding on to it. MAC MEN By Randy Rawman I had been single exactly one month when my Powerbook died. I skipped the Apple store and went to a Mac Dealer in my neighborhood called MacMen. I’ve long thought that the guys at the Genius Bar are the unsung sex symbols of the new millennium, lanky bespectacled nerds with hard lean bodies and sexy tattoos under their royal blue T shirts with just a few clicks of their magic fingers and fix whatever’s ailing you and make everything okay. Yes, Apple geeks are dorky sexy. Angel’s just plain sexy. When I first laid eyes on him, I had come straight from the gym and was wearing my favorite ass-hugging red Umbro shorts and a gray Underarmour tank that caressed my pecs and shoulders and made me feel like a super hero. As Angel entered all my information into the stores computer, I took the opportunity to give him the once over. I couldn’t quite put my finger on his enthicity. There’s some Latin in there, a little Asian, maybe, definitely some black. Whatever it was, he was fucking hot. When I showed pick up my fixed computer a few days later, I was wearing the same shorts with a vintage Adidas nylon tank. Again, I had come fresh from the gym. I stayed extra long because I wanted to get a pump going in case Angel was working. Sure enough, it was him. “Hey Gym boy,” he says, even though I’m probably a few years older than him. “Here’s what we did.” He then proceeds to explain exactly what was wrong with my Mac and what they did to fix it. I could barely focus because his voice was so sexy (Where the fuck is he from?) and also because the way he was leaning on the counter, I can see his denim clad ass in the mirror behind him. While we’re waiting for my credit card to be approved, I consider asking Angel to coffee or something but can’t get up the nerve to say anything. He’s too fucking hot for me anyway. I thank him then head outside to my car. I load my computer into my trunk and when I slam the trunk lid, I see Angel walking toward me with a cocky smile. “Did I forget something?” I ask. “No,” he says. He walks the last few steps to face me before speaking again, this time in a much more hushed tone. “I wanted to catch you because I wanted to invite you to something, a party next month.” What? I was hoping that somehow our paths would cross again, but this I didn’t see coming. “A party?” I repeated. “Like a customer appreciation kind of thing?” Angel laughs. “No, it’s a private party,” he says. I shoot him a confused look. “Look, I fixed your computer,” he says, taking a step toward he and putting his arm on my bare shoulder, his volume lowering to just above a whisper. “I know what kind of dirty stories you read, what blogs you visit, what movies you download.” “I think that’s called invasion of privacy,” I say. “I think we share a common hobby,” he says. I don’t know whether to feel completely violated or totally turned on. “And what’s that?” I ask. He gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Breeding and getting bred,” he says, looking me dead in the eyes. This practically knocks the wind out of me. Just then, a mother walks by with two toddlers, totally unaware that helpful computer dork just called me out on my dirtiest little secret and that we were in the processing of bonding over one common interest; loads in asses. “Look, I gotta get back in there,” he says, handing me a postcard. “If I’m right about what you need, call the number on the bottom of that card.” He’s fucking me with his eyes now. “If I’m wrong, keep living in fantasy land and I’ll see you next time your laptop crashes from all the raw fucking you keep downloading.” It’s not until I get back in my car, that I realize my dick is rock hard and leaking in my shorts. I take a breath and read the postcard. If it was going to be an invitation to some kind of sex party, I expected it to be mysterious and vague. That wasn’t Angel’s style. BREEDHOUSE LA PRESENTS… SHUDDER Join LA’s hottest sex-studs for marathon night of load-swapping sperm-soaked fucking. JULY 24, 2013 THE RULES ARE SIMPLE: NO CONDOMS & NO PULLING OUT. NO LOADS WASTED. IF IT DOESN’T GO UP YOUR ASS, YOU BETTER FUCKING DRINK IT. The artwork is a cartoon of a blond muscle stud being fucked by a darker muscle stud who looks a lot like Angel while a group of other studs watch and wait their turn. Both fuckers are shuddering, heads thrown back in nut-draining ecstasy as the blond begs, “Breed me, fucker. Flood my ass,” and the Latino says simply: “Take. My. Cum. Uuunnnnnnnngh.” In the corner, written in ropy white letters is the artist’s signature; Angel S. Even his signature is made of cum. He’s a man of many talents. Am I brave enough to explore his other ones? It takes me two days to call him. I expect to get voicemail. I don’t. “Hello,” he says. Oh shit, do I hang up or do I talk? “Angel, this is Randy,” I say, my voice quivering. “You fixed my computer.” “I know who you are,” he says. “I was just thinking about your ass in those red shorts and how much I’d like to fill it.” I always thought my ass looked good in those shorts. Nice to have some confirmation. “How many times did you almost call me and then pussy out?” “None,” I lie. “Okay, four.” He scoffs. “Seven,” I say finally. “So I was right about you?” he says cockily. “Yes and no,” I say, fumbling the words as I try to explain myself. “I’m turned on by all that stuff, so turned on I can’t see straight, but in real life, I haven’t really explored that side of myself. Up until a month ago, I was in a monogamous relationship for ten years with a guy who didn’t like fucking. He was just into oral.” “Did Mr. Blowjob know what was on your computer?” he asks. “He didn’t want to know,” I say. “I haven’t been with anyone else in ten years.” “God, I bet you’re so fucking tight,” he says. I don’t know what to say to that. I’m saved from my awkwardness when I hear a doorbell ring on his end of the phone. “Look Randy,” he says, “I want to talk to you more, I really do, but I got a couple from Silverlake coming over here, a blond and a Latino…and the Latino’s going to breed me while I fill the blond with my four-day load. So I can’t talk. Have you thought about the party?” “It’s all I’ve thought about…but I’m not sure—“ “Check your email in tonight,” he says. “I got a proposition for you.” “You need my email address?” “I got it.” “What’s this proposition?” I say. “Just tell me.” The truth is, I just want to keep him on the phone. His voice makes me throb. “I can’t talk now, my buddies just parked…oh shit, they brought the leather, this is going to be so fucking hot, Randy. Fuck.” “Can I watch?” I say, jokingly. Angel laughs. “Hey, wait. Maybe you can,” he says. “You got Skype?” Fifteen minutes later, I’m matching a red-hot threeway unfold somewhere in the Hollywood Hills. Angel hasn’t told other two studs know he’s Skyping, but he’s positioned his computer with a nice view of the room. It’s his bedroom-slash fuck-den, complete with black leather covered bed and mirrors all around, and he’s making sure to be real vocal for me. “That’s it, Oscar,” he says when the Latino in chaps and a harness places his fat cockhead at his hot tight pucker. “Just drive it in. Uuuunnnnngh fuck! Don’t move for a second, let me get used to it.” “Okay, that’s a second,” says Oscar, with an evil smile. “I gotta fuck now.” He starts driving his cock in and out of Angel’s hot hole, withdrawing till just the head is inside and then slamming forward smashing Angel forward causing him to grind his hard cock into the bed. “Let me get on my knees, Oscar,” insists Angel. “This grinding is going to make me shoot and I don’t want to cum on the bed.” “That’s right,” says the blond, Ron, who’s in a leather vest and Nasty Pig jockstrap. “What’s the rule?” All three of them say it at once. “No wasted loads.” Angel looks right into the lens when he says that. And then he laughs. I know what he’s doing. He wants that to be my rule, too. He’s going to insist I live by it, too, or he doesn’t even want to fucking know me. No wasted loads. I can imagine him making me recite a manifesto, something like, “If there’s a cock in the room I’m in that isn’t mine, and it’s shooting a load, it’s going in me. It’s going down my throat or better yet—way better yet—up my hot ass. That’s what I was made for.” “And what else?” I imagine him asking. “And if my cock’s shooting its load, it’s going in an ass or a mouth, even if it has to be my own.” As I daydream about this, I make a promise to myself right then that from now on, even when I jack off, I eat the load. No wasted loads. “Oh fuck, I’m getting close and I don’t want to blast yet,” says Oscar. He pulls his drooling 9-inch breeding stick out of Angel’s ass, flips him around and shoves it down his throat. In the same flurry of moment, Ron, who’s 8 inches with fat mushroom head, goes balls deep into Angel in one smooth stroke. The whole switch happened so fast. There was maybe one split second when Angel when he wasn’t impaled on cock. “Fuck, your cock is amazing, Ron,” says Angel. “I can feel that fat head hitting my prostate.” “I want to drench it,” promises Ron. “But not yet.” When Ron pulls out, Angel’s hot fuckhole catches the light. Angel’s ass is already dripping with pre-cum. “I need your cock up my hole, Angel.” “This cock?” teases Angel, poking the head in and out of Ron’s tight pucker. “Is this the cock you want?” “That’s the one,” says Ron. “This cock with the four-day load in it?” says Angel. Ron throws his head back when he hears that news and groans. “Yes,” he says, like a man possessed. Angel’s rock hard 8-inch fuckstick plunges deep into Ron’s ass and he whimpers with pleasure and moans, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me so deep. God, I need your cock.” "What else do you need?” asks Angel. “I need your fuckload,” says Ron. “I need you to flood my asshole. I need to you breed me.” “Get ready, fucker,” says Angel. “I’m about to reach the point of no return.” What Angel can’t see because of where he’s positioned, but what I can is Oscar priming his dick to go back in Angel’s hole. And it’s not going to come out until it’s drenched those asswalls with DN fucking A. This man, Angle. This man who looked deep into my harddrive and later my eyes, and could see that I had a need, a deep need, that I didn’t have the balls to explore. He’s going to change that. He’s going to break me in and introduce me to the Breeding Brotherhood and in case I think for one second that he’s all talk when it comes to bareback breeding, he’s going to breed one muscle stud on cam for me too see while another muscle stud coats his ass-walls with his creamy white load. And it’s going to happen right fucking now. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, Ron,” Angel pants, just as Oscar jabs his shiny hot prick back into Angel’s puckerhole. “Oh fuck, Oscar! I was hoping you’d do that. Damn, that fuckstick is going to fuck the cum out of me and right into this fucker’s ass.” “Then do it, dude,” grunts Oscar. “Because I’m breeding you right…..NOW. Ungh…ungh…ungh…ungh…” Oscar keeps grunting with every jet of stud spunk that jets from his cock. “I can feel every squirt,” gasps Angel. “Damn, you’re still shooting.” “You’re pulling it out of me,” says Oscar. “I need cum!” Ron shouts. “Give me that four day load, Angel!” “You want it?” Angel asks. “I need it,” says Ron. “Here…it…CUMMMMS!” bellows Angel while grabbing Ron’s face and pulling him to be eye to eye. “Aaaah…aaagh…take my…cum….I’m…breeding… your….hot….fucking ….hole.” Angel arches back and is about to collapse on Ron with Oscar coming down on both of them, when suddenly Ron, stroking his hot fuckstick, says, “I’m cumming, too, guys. I wanted to breed but I’m fucking cumming. Who’s gonna drink it?” Angel and Oscar knock heads trying to dive onto Ron’s spurting cock but Angel gets their first. Angel takes jet after jet of thick cum, saying, “Mmmm,” with every spurt. After a bit, he pulls off and lets Oscar take over on Ron’s cum-soaked cock. While Oscar milks the last few drops from Ron’s delicious cockhead, Ron throws his head back, closes his eyes and tries to catch his breath. Since both his fuckbuds have their eyes closes, Angel can get away with looking right into the camera. He stares right into my soul and smiles. He heart, which has already been pounding out of my chest, nearly stops when he opens his mouth. He didn’t swallow yet. He opens wide and shows me the huge load Ron shot into him. He looks back into my eyes, swirls it around in his mouth, then points to me and then to the leather bed as if to say, “You’re next, fucker.” Then he swallows. I cum in my shorts without touching myself. TO BE CONTINUED. .

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!!

One of the guys who services my ass eats blue chews a couple times a week and it makes him last forever. Even after he's blown his load he can keep going. I've been really spoiled by it and realize that I like it when he goes for an hour or more. I thought my ass would get sore but it doesn't - instead it just feels more sensual the longer he goes. My legs get sore and sometimes they cramp up, but my ass feels really good and even hungry for more intercourse. I find myself wishing that he could do that for me every single day, but the blue chews give him a headache and I don't want him to be uncomfortable. Fellow bottoms or guys who bottom from time to time, what's your preference? Do you like a top that finishes fast or do you need a good, long lay to leave you satisfied?

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 was 18, on holiday in North Wales with my parents. We had over a couple of years befriended a couple of guys who were entertainers around the clubs there called Paul and Danny. Not great friends, but they'd always chat with Mom Dad and me when they saw us. Now at 18 I was still pretty innocent, I knew about sex, I'd seen porn, and I was curious about gay sex, but had never done anything with anyone. I had played with myself, a lot -- even experimenting with anal with a rounded metal tube I'd got hold of. I loved fucking myself with it -- it was only just thicker than a finger but it felt great. It also prepared me well for that holiday in Wales! I know I looked cute -- seeing the photographs at that time I can see why Paul and Danny took an interest. Long blonde hair, green eyes, meaty but not fat, and looked fantastic in tight jeans which I always wore. My cock was around 6 inches (a lot more now!), and at 18 I had barely started sprouting pubic hair. Basically, if guys liked blonde cute teen boys -- well, that was me. One evening Paul was chatting with Mom and Dad and as I walked over he said: "I see you like pool Richie -- we have a pool table at our house -- would you like to come over and play sometime?" I think I got the picture straight away. Paul was fucking sexy. About 40, tight jeans, shirt undone to show a hairy chest -- really fit looking. Of-course "I said yes" and as Danny walked over we were already agreeing a time and day -- Thursday at around 12 mid day. Danny was mid 40's very slim, came across as nice but always had an edge to him. That night Mom said "Do you think he meant all of us or just you?" I blurted out "Just me" a bit too quickly. Paul and Danny had another guy staying with them at the time called Andrew, so I knew it would be me and 3 guys. My heart was skipping when I rang their door that Thursday. I'd worn my tightest jeans, t-shirt and trainers. Paul invited me in and sat me down on the sofa. Paul was in an armchair, and Andrew came walking in from the kitchen. "So, wanna see our pool table?" said Paul, and he invited me into the backroom, which did indeed have a pool table. After a bit of chat we were playing -- innocently. Then Danny said lets play strip pool! This meant we took turns at shots and every time you missed you had to take something off! This got me tingling! I had a good idea what they wanted from me, but would they really seduce a 18 yo? It soon became clear they were hustlers, potting balls and leaving me nothing. I was soon down to my jeans. I missed again, and I had to strip -- I unbuttonned and unzipped with 3 pairs of eyes on me. I was then naked in front of 3 men between 35 and 45, my cock hard against my belly and they were all still fully clothed! "Nice cock" said Paul. "Well you lost -- shall we go back to the front room?" I went to pick up my clothes but Danny said I wouldn't be needing them. I sat on a sofa, Paul one side of me, Danny the other. Andrew put on the TV and on came a VERY hard core porn vid. A boy -- about my age, sucking a much older guy's cock while a black guy fucked the boy's ass. The guy getting the blow job was gagging the boy, ramming his cock down his throat and the black guy, who's cock must have been 10 inches and fucking thick, was slamming into the boy like his life depended on it. Paul and Danny were stroking my thighs -- my cock twitched with the excitement of all this. "Like the vid?" Paul asked and I smiled and said "oooh yes". Almost together they grabbed one of my hands each and directed them to their cocks. I stroked them through their jeans feeling them get harder. The scene on the video ended as both men came over the boy's face. A second scene started, this time a little blonde boy - possibly a bit younger than me was tied down on all 4's on a bed and was being fucked one after the other by around 10 guys. I LOVED this one! It looked homemade. Andrew lit a joint and passed it around. I'd never smoked one before and almost immediately I felt the effects. Paul unzipped his cock and I started wanking him. Everyone was almost silent as this happened. It felt unreal. I was a 18 year old boy, naked, 2 men stroking my body and I was wanking a guy's cock. Make that 2 cocks as Danny wanted the same. Then Paul spoke to me: "I think you are fucking beautiful -- we've wanted you for 2 years now and we're gonna finally have you" Then we kissed, his tongue inside my mouth, my head swimming as Danny wanked me. Andrew had got a camcorder and was filming it -- I can recall it so well as I've seen the film enough times! Paul told me to suck him. I'd never sucked cock before, but I got on all 4's on the sofa and slowly took his cock into my mouth and sucked like I thought how I would like it. I could smell his body spray and I inhaled deeply. Paul's cock was fantastic -- thick black pubes and a 9 inch cock, thick, and very very hard. I loved it -- I was sucking deep, bobbing my head up and down quickly, and he said "Slowly Richie -- no rush" My ass was in the air, and Danny was fingering me, he had dug out some lube and was easily pushing his finger into me. Paul and Danny spoke more to each other than me: "Danny -- can he take it?" "Needs washing out" "quick enema then?" Clearly my bum needed clearing, so long story short -- vid stopped, I was taken upstairs and within 10 minutes I'd had my first enema via a shower hose. It wasn't much fun, but I was now "ready" We continued on the sofa, me sucking Paul, Danny with 2 fingers in me now. "You want him first? Said Danny" "Fucking right I do" said Paul, and soon they'd swapped places. They told me to turn over so that I was on my back, and pushed up the sofa so my head was almost hanging over the edge. Paul asked if I'd ever been fucked and I admitted I hadn't. He smiled and said it might hurt but it would pass. I felt ready for him anyway. All my practice at home had partly prepared me for this. It was going to happen, and wow -- 3 men and me!! Paul held my legs wide apart and smeared more KY on his cock so it was glistening. Andrew got close in with the camcorder. I looked fantastic -- My soft body lying on the sofa, my ribcage showing and my belly pit sunken in. My plump things being held apart my Paul and Danny, and Paul looming over me like an animal. He began to rub his cock against my ass, lubing it with his precum. Then Danny and Andrew started encouraging him. Telling him to fuck me. Paul held his cock against my ass and pushed. Christ!!! That metal tube and Danny's fingers hadn't prepared me for this!. God it felt like I was splitting apart. Paul grunted as he started working his 9 inches into me. I was panting and groaning and my head was dropping back over the sofa's edge. Before I knew it Danny's cock had appeared at my face and he made it clear what he wanted. I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock into it. Paul was gradually slowlly getting every inch into me. I couldn't believe I had a man's cock inside my body. I was 18 year old and a grown man had his cock inside my bum. Again their conversation was around me -- not at me. Danny asking if I was tight, Paul confirming it. Andrew telling them both to get more cock inside me. It felt wonderfully seedy and nasty. Danny eventually spoke to me -- "Richie -- breathe in now". As I did he thrust his whole cock down my throat. I panicked and gagged, spluttering all over him. This just excited him even more. Paul told him to it again and told me to breathe through my nose. Danny did it again, and this time I took him inside my throat for a few seconds before he pulled out. Now I had the hang of it. Danny would thrust deep, I'd breathe in, opening my throat and he began throat fucking me properly. Paul was by now slamming all 9 inches into my bum and was about to cum. Paul and Danny again spoke over me. "Ready mate?" Yep" "Gonna cum" "Fuck yes" and with that Paul's cock grew even more inside me and started shooting his cum inside my bowels. It felt boiling hot and I could feel it pulse out of his cock with each spurt. Danny then thrust his cock insoide my throat and held it there. His cum shot down my throat and he came for ages. I was starting to choke but they just held me there -- not letting me away as Danny shot inside me. Eventually they pulled out and Paul took the cam as Andrew flipped me over and fucked me from behind. His cock was smaller than Paul's and it slipped inside me easily. He slapped my ass as he fucked me and after about 5 minutes he shot his load in me too. God!!! An hour ago I was a virgin and I'd taken 2 men in my bum and deep throated another. We all lay/sat back and Andrew put the video on and we watched it all happen again. "You don't mind if we show this to our friends do you Rich" asked Paul. I smiled and said he could show it to whoever he wants. He asked what if they wanted to do more than watch me and I'd be happy to meet them! I know for a fact the film got very widely distributed and I think thousands of men have seen me getting used over the years. Paul said he really should have used a condom as we watched him cum in me, but I said I liked feeling the cum inside me. That's when the doorbell rang.!! Part 2 to follow.....

Me.. I ad my toxic seed in deep..

Was out walking back from the shop late last night and got this message from a guy on Grindr, he was close. Sent his location and turns out he was in an alleyway that just between some houses. He told me to strip naked before entering the alleyway. I got naked and as I walked up, I encountered this tall naked guy of about 23. He was muscyl and had at least a 9inch cock. As I approached he was jerking it furiously. Dropped to my knees and started sucking him off and then he started to piss. I guzzled it down, making sure I swallow every drop, then got me against the fence and absolutely smashed me. Dumped inside me the biggest load I've had in a while. Then he just pulled out and walked off

Others have been right in highlighting how Covid-19 is too indiscriminate. The person who got fucked is likely not going to come down with the virus, but unless he self-isolated for two weeks afterwards, if he does get COVID-19 he is likely to pass it on to other people who did not consent to be put at risk. With HIV bugchasing, if someone becomes positive then it would not automatically directly involve other people. Even if it did, it would only involve other sexual partners. (I will note that, myself, I find HIV bugchasing perhaps psychologically explicable, but offputting.) COVID-19 knows no such limits, infecting people with whom an infected person has only the most glancing contacts, people who surely did not consent to be put at risk so someone could cum hard. Becoming infected with a lethal airborne contagion for sexual thrills that one will pass on is ... Well. Not safe, not sane, and certainly not consensual.

Today, in the USA, sadly, a none pre-existing condition (i.e. healthy) 18 year old has died. This will affect normal healthy society as it is air borne. Keep well guys 🙂

When I cumdump, I will go as long as I needed to get the load. Though I will say that fast and rough is preferred. But when I hook up with someone I’m interested in, a long fuck session let’s us really explore our attraction.

I agree as long as he cum deep in me doesn’t matter how long it takes.

It varies. The guy who has been fucking me since Christmas has a big cock, and it takes him over an hour to cum. I never get tired of it. The only problem is sometimes he gets frustrated when he is ready to cum and can't yet get there. I tell him not to worry; he can fuck me as long as he wants. I am not going to get tired of it.

Ideally I prefer to be fucked for a long time. But I'll take my loads whenever I can get them -even if it only takes a minute. Of course, the shorter fucks often only spark my hunger for more. That's where a good long fuck works best, to really wear my hole out.

I love a top with stamina, multicummers and I like longer sessions. I still opted for 15-30 minutes because I like long(er) sessions with breaks. And you want a break when your hole is continuously pounded for 15-30 minutes... 😉 Fuck, get a load (or not), drink some (if you do), smoke some (if you do), chat, suck and then get back to business. You don't always get what you want so I am not opposed to a 15 minute fuck-n-go either.

I have a regular top who goes non-stop for 45 minutes or longer, and I love it. But sometimes I just want to get fucked over and over at a bath house with short 2 min fucks

1, 2, 5, 6, 7 and 14. Heaven for me is being ALL of those in an orgy. Damn! I haven't been in an all out hot orgy in far too long.

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

1. Clint "Are you awake?" Greg asked me softly. "Yeah, I am," I said. His cock was nestled against my ass, and his arm, already wrapped around my chest, sought out my nipple, and began to play with it. "How are you feeling?" he asked me. "Ok, I guess," I said. I was doing only ok; I wanted to never think again, and sleep the rest of the week. "Jason told me to go to practice yesterday. He said it would help." "I know. Nathan told me to work out as well." "I wonder what it would be like if we hadn't done that." "Worse, I'm sure," Greg said. "How are you doing physically? After the weekend?" I laughed. "You mean, how is my ass doing?" "Yeah. Exactly. How many was it?" "Men? or loads?" I asked. "Either. Both." "For the men, you know them. But numbers? Honestly. I lost count. I mean, just starting out, I got at least four loads." Through the effects of the weed, the crystal, the GHB, and the lack of sleep, it was all a blur. But I remembered that seemingly, there was always a cock inside of me. Even when we went to the club, there was always a raw cock inside of me. "At the end," Greg started. His cock pressed against me, desperate to assert its dominance over me. "You were so wet. So open." "I know. It was hard to take you." "It was?" Greg's voice suddenly got softer, more tender. "Yeah. My hole was so damn sore." Greg's cock had been like a burning hot poker sliding into me. Jason had given me a few hits on the pipe before, and I think the thick clouds were the only thing that allowed me to take it. "But you didn't say anything." "I know. I didn't want to deny you," I said. The entire weekend was a bit of a fog, between the drugs, the sex, the men. I remembered finally coming down and being nestled between Greg and Jason, with Greg's cock right up against my hole. I wanted to be with Greg, to be with someone I knew and who knew me. "Really. Boo. You should have said something." "No, it was ok. It was something I wanted to share with you." "And now?" Greg's cock was a titanium rod. It had been nearly two days since he had last gotten any relief, and his balls were filling up with his deadly juice. "You want to fuck me?" "Yeah," Greg replied. "I do." "You want to fuck me with that poz cock of yours?" "Yeah. I want to fuck you bareback. Breed that hot soccer jock butt of yours." "Do you think I'll ever say no to you?" "I think you should. But I am glad you don't." "Breed me," I said. As I reached for the tub of coconut oil Jason had given me, I extracted myself from Greg's embrace, and rolled onto my back. With one arm, I held up a leg, while I smeared some of the thick grease on my hole. It no longer hurt, but I had definitely been fucked hard over the weekend. Greg knelt between my legs, his cock sticking up straight against his flat stomach. "You sure?" he asked, as he smeared some lube on his shaft. It glistened like a deadly snake, poised to strike. "Absolutely sure." My cock was throbbing, and I reached down to play with it. Despite how turned on and horny I was, my cock was remaining defiantly soft. It had been the same way in Palm Springs. Jason had said it sometimes happened in response to crystal. I felt a bit ashamed; the thing that made me a man was missing in action and left me only able to get fucked. "Fuck me. Breed me." "Poz you?" Greg asked. His dick head was now pressed up against my hole. "That too," I said. I released my flaccid shaft and grabbed his waist. I pulled him closer to me. It also forced his cock into me. Luckily, my hole had mostly recovered from the assault over the weekend, and it was not the unpleasant experience I had feared when I first committed to Greg. But, on the other hand, neither was it completely pain-free. Like all good things, getting Greg's load was not going to be easy. "I'm inside you, boo," Greg said. "My raw cock inside your hole." He was smiling widely, ecstatic to be connected with me again. "Hell yeah," I said. Like his uncle, Greg was hung, and his cock was opening me up again. I didn't know if I was smiling in pleasure or wincing in pain. "Give it to me," I said. The line between pain and pleasure was a delicate one, and as Greg began to piston in and out of me, I crossed back and forth between the two worlds. "You want?" Greg asked me. He had reached over and found a bottle of poppers. "Please," I said. He unscrewed the cap, and took a quick hit, before handing the bottle to me. I inhaled deeply, letting the invisible gas fill my lungs. I handed it back to him. He took another long hit, before putting the cap back on and slamming his cock into me. "Fuck," Greg moaned. "You feel amazing." He rested my legs on his shoulders, and bent me over. His face was inches from mine. I craned my neck, reaching up for our lips to meet. He did the same, and in the heat of the popper-fueled euphoria, we kissed deeply. "I want you to be mine. I want you to be my poz man." "Your infected man." "Taking all my loads." "Taking all the loads," I repeated Greg's words back, with such a small, but such an important difference. "Fucking sexy soccer slut," he said, pushing his cock deeper into me. He was dripping pre-cum now. Between the spit we were swapping in kissing, the sweat from our bodies, and the potent pre-cum dripping out of his cock, I couldn't get enough of his fluids. "So many men this weekend." "So many loads," I said. "And now you're in my fucking bed. Taking my dick." I smiled. "Your bed?" I asked. "My bed. And you're fucking me in it." "Our bed?" Greg said, offering a compromise. "And you're marking me?" I asked. "Marking you as mine." "Always," I said. "I'll always be yours." "Always taking my load?" "Hell yeah!" I grunted. Greg held the poppers under my nose once more. I had no choice but to inhale and feel the waves of pleasure washing over me. "Fuck me, man. Fuck me hard." Greg paused his assault on my ass long enough for him to do a hit as well. "You really want it? Really want my poz load up your hole?" "Yeah," I said. "I do." Greg put the cap back on the poppers. "I want it from you." "Me too," Greg said. His face was flushed, as the poppers started to hit him. "I'm getting close," he said. "Don't pull out," I said. I grabbed onto Greg's waist, and pulled him in close. "I want every drop." Greg leaned in to me, his eyes locked onto mine. His breathing was getting shorter, as he edged every closer to the inevitable release. With each stroke of his cock, my hole was also getting hungrier. "Please," I grunted, before he slammed his shaft back into me. "Of course," he said, before shoving his tongue into my mouth. "I'm gonna fill that hole with my poz seed." "Oh yeah," I said. His cock was dripping pre-cum now. "Oh hell," he grunted, and slammed his cock into me. His body convulsed, his dick twitched, and my ass was filled with his thick, toxic seed. "Oh HELL," he grunted again, as another spam racked his body. "Give it to me," I said, as I clenched my ass around his shaft, trying to milk out every drop. Greg had fucked me often enough that his cock was now a familiar presence in my body and his seed was a comforting presence. Other men provided variety and spice, but Greg provided consistency and solidity. "Oh hell," Greg continued. In the middle of his orgasm, deep thought was well beyond his cognitive ability. All he was focused on was the pleasures and sensations from his dick. "Oh hell," he said again, as another spurt of semen landed inside of me. "Every drop," I said. "Don't spare me. You know I want it. All of it." "You're getting it. Every drop." "I want to be like you," I said. "I want to give it to you." We didn't have to talk about what it was. We both knew the gift that he was sharing with me. "I want us to share it. Share a special bond." His orgasm ending, Greg was now able to speak more coherently. "I like it when you cum in me," I said, as the last few drops dripped from his poz rod and into my body. "I like cumming in you." He leaned in and kissed me again. "I really like cumming in you." "Me too," I said, between long kisses. His cock was still buried in my ass. Every once in a while, there would be a residual spasm from the orgasm, just enough to remind me that I was still impaled on his hard shaft. "I love you," he said. "I love you too," I said. "Did you enjoy the weekend?" he asked me. We had barely talked about what had happened. I wasn't even sure I could remember all of the details, and here, the details were exactly how many times I had been fucked me over the course of the 36 hours. "I did. Did you?" "Hell yeah. Seeing you get fucked. Getting inside that sloppy soccer jock butt. Knowing how much you had done. Gets me hard just thinking about it." He wasn't lying. His tool was still nestled inside my hole, and even though it was so soon after he came, his cock was starting to stiffen and lengthen. It felt like it was searching out some vulnerability hidden deep in my body. "I'm glad," I said. "Are we going to do it again?" I asked. "The partying? Or the playing? Or both?" "Both," I said. "Or either." He stared at me, his brown eyes examining my face, seemingly alert for every subtle twitch of my expression. "Yeah," he finally said. "I would. You?" "I would. It felt good to share that with you. To share it with Nathan and Jason." "With Sean? With Vic? Them too?" "Yes, them too." I paused for a moment. I wanted to ask him something else. "Maybe. Next time," I stammered. I didn't want to end the sentence, to learn what Greg would think of me. So, I did the obvious thing, and kissed him. "Next time?" Greg said, as he pushed me away. "You aren't going to get away from that opening with just a kiss." "I dunno," I said. I knew what I wanted to say. But I couldn't bring myself to say it. Luckily, Greg came to my rescue. "So, you want a next time? I mean, partying?" "Yeah," I said. "I do. And I liked it like this time. Some time with a group, but some time alone with you." "Good," Greg said. "I liked sharing you. I liked seeing you go off with my friends, knowing they were going to fill you with their infected cum." He grinned. "And," he continued, "I liked getting fucked as well." "I liked watching you take cock." Greg's cock was now hard once more, and he was starting to slowly pump my ass. The cum he had recently injected into me was lubricating his strokes, making them just bearable. "Would you..." he started, but trailed off before he could complete the sentence. 'Would I?" I parroted his statement back to him. "Would I what?" I tried to imagine what Greg wanted me to do, especially in light of all the things I did over the weekend. It was a short list. "Would you want to play with Doug? I mean, party with him?" "Yeah," I said. "I would. Is he..." I wanted to know if he had converted yet. Or, better, I needed to know. I wanted to be Greg's project, to convert first of all the men he had been fucking. If Doug got it first, I feared that Greg would think we weren't compatible. "Not yet," Greg said. "At least last time we talked. Why? Hungry for more infected sperm?" "Always. You know that." I clenched my hole, feeling Greg's shaft keeping me open. It reminded me just how vulnerable I was around him, although despite our near-constant efforts, I was just as healthy as the day we had first met. "But only you have what I want. What I need. Doug doesn't have it." "I guess we're going to have to keep trying, huh?" "Yeah. I guess so." I didn't tell him how jealous of Doug I was. I didn't mind that he was fucking Doug on a regular basis; I was included in their playtime often enough that it felt more like a team effort than anything else. Besides, I was getting plenty of dick other guys. What I was terrified of, what kept me up in at night, even when I was wrapped in Greg's arms, was what if Doug got infected before I did? "You ok, boo?" Greg asked me. He had noticed my attention had wandered. "Yeah," I said. "I'm fine. Going to be even better when you get me knocked up." "I know. I'm looking forward to it as well." "What if it doesn't happen?" I asked. "I love you," he said. "I love you too." "We have years to make it happen." Greg pushed himself up off my chest. His hard cock was still deep in me; he pulled it out, then pushed it back in. The fluid from his first load squished around inside of me, a deadly mixture of sperm, semen, and virus. "But it's never going to happen if you don't keep taking loads." "Poz loads," I said. "Fucking dirty, infected poz loads." "Like mine." "Being slammed in deep," I said. "Fat, long dicks dripping infected pre-cum." "Like mine," Greg echoed back. "Are you going to breed me again?" I asked. I was hungry for it. My mind was still a bit fogged by the after-effects of the crystal, and I suddenly felt like this was the most important question I had asked Greg. I was almost shaking from the immediate, overpowering fear that he would turn me down. But my dark-haired stud did not fail me. "Yes. Of course I am. Longer. Deeper. Harder." With each word, he took a stroke into my ass, reminding me of exactly my position as the bottom. I gasped, but as Greg continued his relentless penetration and exploration of my hole, I moved past the point of pain, and into pleasure. I was aware of every millimeter of his cock as it explored my body, getting deeper than I thought possible. "Please," I murmured. "Whatever you want. As long as I get your load." "My poz load. You want my diseased spooge, don't you?" "Please," I said. My entire body ached for his cum. "I need it." "You are a hungry stud today," Greg said. "I can feel it inside you. Sucking my cock in deeper. Milking out my pre-cum." He pushed in deeper, smiling as I winced in pain. "Oh, baby," he said, noticing my wince. "You ok?" However solicitous his voice was, I noticed that his cock stayed just as deep in me as ever. "Just a second. Let me get used to it." "Of course. And this never hurts, does it?" He held the bottle of poppers under my nose. It was impossible for me not to inhale the thick chemical aromas. The poppers hit me fast and hard, the sudden rush radiating out from my brain, across my body, and focusing in on my hole. "Keep on taking it. Fucking big hit." "Oh fuck," I moaned. "Oh fuck," I moaned again as my mind exploded into a million different thoughts. "Oh goddamn fuck," I moaned, as my body was racked by spasms of pleasure. "Focus," Greg said, stroking my abs, finding my treasure trail down to my dick. I looked down, expecting to see the soft husk of my dick. However, as Greg's greasy hands ran over it, I was amazed to see it stiff and erect. "Focus on my cock," Greg said again. "Focus on my poz cock. Focus on me dripping deadly pre-cum into you." "Oh god," I moaned. "I want it. Give me your virus." I had just heard Jason talk about spreading the bug when he had been fucking me over the weekend. Memories of those intense two days were coming back to me, albeit blurred by the drugs we had done. The memories were making focus on anything hard. "Just cum in me." "Oh fuck, you want this deadly load, don't you?" Greg had grabbed onto my cock, and was stroking it in synchrony with my own strokes onto his dick. "So fucking hard, getting pounded by my poz cock." "Oh fuck." Greg's hand on my cock had sent another spasm of pleasure through my body, and I was worried I was going to cum far too soon. If I came, I wasn't going to be able to get fucked, and I didn't want to deny Greg the opportunity to breed my hole once more. "Just cum in me. Fucking fuck me up and infect me." "Wanna give it to you," Greg grunted. "Fucking hot bro, you begging for my poz seed. Getting me so damn close." I saw the look in Greg's eyes. Crazed with lust, the animal that all of us possessed was coming out. Once the fierce beast took over Greg's mind, it was only a matter of time before my boyfriend would shoot me full of his toxic waste. I knew how to bring out the beast. "Come on man," I said. "Wanna feel that deadly cum in my hole. Get me knocked up. Get me infected." "You want it?" Greg replied, the beast spreading from his eyes across his face. "Tell me what you want, bro." "I want your sperm. I want you to shoot in me. I want you to breed me with that infected cum of yours." I caught my breath. "I want you to give me AIDS. I want you to be the one that kills me." "Oh hell, bro," Greg said, the sounds almost an indistinct growl. "You're going to get it." The battle against beast had been lost. The man I knew as Greg, my boyfriend, was no longer fucking me. Instead, I was being raped by a totally different, yet strangely familiar Greg. Everything about him was amplified, from his personality to seemingly the size of his cock. I grabbed his head and pulled him to me. "Give me the virus," I said, before jamming my tongue in his mouth. His reaction was immediate; his cock slammed back into my hole. Since the poppers had long worn off, I was barely prepared for the intrusion. I winced and simultaneously tightened my ass around his cock. "Owwwwww," I grunted. "You ok?" I nodded. "Good, because I don't want to stop," Greg said. The animal was still there, still controlling him. He continued. "I'm not going to stop." His hips were slamming against my ass now, each stroke pushing his cock deeper into my body, and his balls closer to releasing their load. "Gonna seed you good. Fuck this virus cum into you." "I'm here to take your infected cum any time you need it. Fuck that poz jizz into me." "Oh yeah," Greg growled. "Oh Yeah," he growled again, this time loud and more intense. "Oh Yeah!," he continued. He was fucking me, and with his fast, deep strokes, I could feel the steady stream of pre-cum, heralding the imminent arrival of his orgasm. "OH FUCK YEAH!" he screamed, loudly enough that I wondered if the other guys in the dorm could hear him. Then he leaned in, and whispered something in my ear. The contrast in loudness only emphasized the sensitive, intimate nature of what he had to say. "I'm going to infect my lover with AIDS." "I'm going to let my poz boyfriend fuck me bareback. And fill me with his dirty cum." I gave him a kiss and his strokes sped up. He was on edge, and I wasn't going to prolong his agony. "Breed me with your poz sperm." "Take it," he said. His body went rigid, as did his cock buried deep in my hole. There was a momentary stillness that engulfed both of us. My tongue in his mouth and his raw cock deep in my guts both stood motionless. But then, the two bombs between Greg's legs exploded. They were each small death factories, constantly pumping out Greg's signature toxic juice. I could feel the explosion travel up his cock, right before it burst into my gut, filling me with the promised second load. "Shoot it in me," I murmured, between frantic kisses. "Take it," he grunted again, as another jet of cum shot out of his dick into my body. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me tight against his body. I did the same to him. "Take my poz load," he said. We were holding on to each other tightly now, making sure that Greg's deadly spooge was delivered deep into my body. Even if I had wanted, there was no way I could escape being impregnated. "Please," I said. His cock was white-hot poker in my guts and his cum barely quenched the burning. But the pain didn't matter. It was a price I gladly paid for Greg, for having this amazing man fuck me, for him showing how much he cared about me. "I want it." "Take it," he said, one last time. His thrusts were slowing down and were no longer quite the visceral, animal acts. The beast was receding, and the man I knew was returning. "Let me fill you up." "Let me carry your loads to class today." "I love my loads inside you." "I love your loads inside me," I said. There was that particular post-orgasmic happiness engulfing the two of us. Greg's cock was still deep in my body and his cum was now being absorbed and becoming a part of me. There was a peace between us; Greg had accomplished his essential mission of breeding my hole and with the insistent distraction of his cock out of the way, other topics could be considered. Greg wrapped his other arm around me, pulled me even tighter, and rolled over. He made it seem effortless, although it was an expert move to do, keeping his cock inside of me. "What about you?" he asked me, reaching down for my dick. It was still hard, and with his touch, I realized just how horny I was. "Your turn. Stroke that boy cock for me. Shoot your load." "Boy cock?" I asked, grabbing it and stroking it. "It's not as big as yours, I know. But hardly a boy cock." Greg laughed. "A man's cock shoots charged up sperm. A boy's cock shoots blanks." For a moment, I saw the man Greg would become. It was an echo of Nathan, but hardly a reflection. My dick twitched in response. More than anything else, I wanted to be with this man, and at that moment, with his cock deep inside me, we were as close as two men could get. As I rode his still-hard cock, I stroked my dick. "Oh god," I moaned. "I'm going to cum." "Fuck yeah, Clint," he said. "All over my chest. Shoot that cum on me." "Oh god," I grunted again. Greg's cock was deep in my ass. Every move I made reminded me of how tender and used my hole was, but yet, I could hardly stop myself from fucking myself on his manhood. "Oh god," I said as my balls clenched tight. "Oh GOD," I said, passing the point of no return. An arc of white jizz shot out of my cock, over Greg's chest, and landed on the pillow next to his head. "Come on," Greg said. "Shoot it." The next spurt wasn't quite as powerful, but it was larger. The spurt landed on his chest, a long white line starting just below his shoulder and ending at the base of his pec. Several more followed in quick succession, covering Greg's torso with my thick white sperm. "Fuck, that's nice," Greg said, as he scooped up some of my cum and licked it off his fingers. "So fresh. So pure." "You need to fix that." "I know. I'm trying. You're trying. It will happen." Greg wiped up more of my cum and let it drip into his mouth. "That was hot," I said. "Yeah, it was." He let his fingers drift across my torso, following the contours of my muscles and eventually landing at my cock. "So hot to think about infecting you." "And afterwards? Find a new model?" "Of course. For both of us to infect." "I want that. A lot." "Me too," Greg said. "So, you up for a weekend with Doug?" "Fucking?" I asked. "Partying?" "Both," Greg said. "A lot of both." "Yeah," I said. "You thinking this weekend?" "I am." "Not a lot of time," I said. "For?" "You to convert me." "Or for Doug to get puzzled up." "Yeah. But now, I can't decide which I want." "How so," Greg asked. "If I want Doug to be poz and fuck me. Or for me to be poz and fuck Doug." "There's a third option," Greg said. "Both of you poz and fuck me." "There is that," I said. I collapsed on top of Greg. My cum squished between us as we kissed deeply.

Last week i soent a few days in Tulsa Oklahomas and over 3 nights i collected a total of 20 loads. I stayed at a cheap motel, posted ads on the usual bbrt, gridr, amd tried community under craigslist. My second night i got a message from. A guy whom said he was finishing his shift as a trucker and needed to unload. So i sent him my room number, told him id be ass in. Air waiting and that a guy had already bred me an hour or so before. 20 mins later he wasnt showing so i walked over to the window to watch out for him, 2 mins later in walked this husky daddy who was about 50. Mayne 6'1", belly (which i love), a small amount of fascial hair. He said, "get ready to suck some dick boy"...so i did. as he unsipped and i approached his crotch, i was amazed by its thickness but more beautiful were the thick full sack of balls he was carrying. This next thing may gross others out but i loved it. His crotch smelled so bad, like piss ans sweat. Coukd tell he had been oj the road all day. I dove rigth in, started lickmg him and it grew very nicely. after a bit i went between his legs and licked and sucked on his bull balls. They were smooth, and started smelling better with my saliva oj them. He was moaning and kept telling me that fags know how to suck the best. next this, i stood up, bent over the best and to my surprisse he grapped my nipples and sucked on them telling me his wifes titties were much smaller and loves a milk filled boy. He them spit on my hole, and slid in slowly. He was balls deep and moaned telling me the pussy was so sweet.... He then pounded me nicely and before cumming told me to get back on my knees and suck "more of daddies trucker cock". Now his dick was sweat, funk amd cum and best of all my ass juices. I was in heaven.... the night ended by him ramming it in me a few more times ans unloading. He thanked me, washed off and got dressed. As a gentleman, i walked him to the door and the light from the hallway revealed a deformed faced man, with a crooked eye, and best of all these hideous boils on his head. He was so nasty, i invited him back the next night amd he gave me two loads in next visit.... i love beign a slut bottom for the ugliest fuckers ever.....

I've been struggling with bareback urges for years now. I've been thinking that I'm young, I shouldn't waste myself... I lurked Breeding Zone, almost bent over in darkrooms several times waiting for the top, but I always turned back. However, I realized that's what I crave with all my body and I've been sexually repressing myself. I got sent for a business trip to Istanbul and I thought "that's it, that's when I will be bred". I got myself a heart tattoo on my right asscheek. As a promise to myself and a gift to first top to breed me. Do you have any trips for fresh bareback bottom bitch? Because I won't be bothering with safe sex ever again.

Mary is a 24 years old and she is very active, works out, takes classes and has a part time job. Her husband Dan is a tell very good looking guy who is trying to climb the latter at work and puts in too many hours and he also travels for work a lot. They used to face-time and help each other get off but they rarely do that anymore. Mary had needs and over the last year they have grown and Mary started searching for online, harmless attention and she started having video chats with a guy in Denver. She felt this was safe since they were more than a thousand miles away from each other. They would talk dirty to each other and she would show off her wand and toys and dress up for Mike the guy in Denver. She would cum a few times and then he would jack off and shoot all over a picture of her he had captured on his phone while the were video chatting. She say good night and sign off and sleep better than she had in month. She would always let Mike know when Dan was coming home and for how long so they could time their sessions and without talking to Mike she found another guy in Dallas who had a bigger dick than Mike and she started video chatting with him. Mike was sexy at 33 5'11 180 muscled and 8" pretty thick but Marco was 6'4 200 all muscle and 9" uncut Greek guy. So hot and masculine. She definitely thought they were both hot but if she had to pick she would pick Marco with his dark skin, tall muscled body and that huge dick. She was happier than she had been a long time and all her friends and family could hear it in her voice. Mike started having her tell him about guys she saw at the gym. He would say tell me about the hottest guy today at the gym, what does he look like and why did he catch your attention? What do you want him to do to you, This got Mary looking at lots of guys sexually and wondering what it would be like to be fucked and breed by a lot of hot guys at the gym. She would never act on it but it was hot talking with Mike about it. This went on for weeks and Mary kept talking about this tall blonde guy at the gym. She even knew his name Sven. He was from Sweden, hot like a model and his short always showed a bulge. He was in Grad School and spent a lot of time at the gym. She would cum hard when she would talk about him using her wand. She also continued to talk with Marco and show off for him and admire his body and that big member of his. She had told Mike about Dan's weekend retreat with the boy. They were going fishing and would be gone for five days over a weekend. Mike had made plans to be in town while Dan was with his buds. Mike had not told Mary but after he arrive he sent her a text and told her he was in town and that he would finally like to meet her. She did not respond right away, he waited five minutes and called her. She answered and said hello, how are you and they made small talk and he asked her to meet him at the hotel bar for a drink. She said I am not going to cheat on my husband I just need you to know that. MIke said that was not an issue and that they would just have a chance to meet. She agreed but she was a bit nervous being seen in public with Dan. She showed up at seven as agreed and Mike was even better looking in person. He welcomed her and gave her a hug. They sat and he told her he would grab them drinks, she asked for a sex on the beach and off he went. When he arrive back he gave her her drink and since she was nervous she drink it quickly. The buzz hit her and the G Mike slipped in the drink. Mike grabbed another round and she sipped this one, she told Mike how horny she was getting. He told her he brought some toys and she should come up not to have sex but to show him in person how she makes herself cum. She agreed after he promised to sit and stay in a chair while she pleasured herself. When they entered his room he got the toys from the dresser and placed them on the bed and then stripped and sat in the chair three feet from the bed. Mary slowly took her clothes off while his dick got hard and he stroked it. She kept looking over it and fighting the urge to suck his dick for him. She got up on the bed and slipped her panties off and then started rubbing her already wet pussy. She grabbed a toy and started using the vibrator and closed her eyes and moaned. Mike moved the chair closer and when she looked up she smiled and then told Mike how amazing it felt, She closed her eyes again while she inserted the vibrator and when she opened them his chair was right next to the bed . She inserted the vibrator again and then she felt Mikes hand on her leg tracing his way to her inner thigh. She kept using the vibrator and he eventually had his fingers right next to the vibrator. She pulled the vibrator out and he started to finger her pussy. She moaned and opened her legs a little wider and he started to deeply insert two fingers, She moaned and shook as he got off the chair and onto the bed and soon he was licking her wet pussy while he finger banged her. It was not long till she came hard and he kept fingering her and licking that wet kitty. He eventually pulled his fingers out and began kissing his way up to her nipples and sucked the left on and then the right with a little nibble and she moaned and whimpered and then up to her neck and kissed on her neck as he rubbed his big dick on her clit. Back and forth in a fucking motion and then he changed the direction and slowly slit in her wet cunt. She opened her eyes and looked like she knew what she was doing was wrong but no words came out and she made no effort to stop Mike from fucking her. Eventually he was pounding her pussy and shoved deep and shot his load inside her. She had cum four times since the night started. Mike fucked her four times that night and they finally fell asleep and when Mike woke Mary had slipped out of the room. Mary once she got in her car had to feel her wet cummy pussy and although she wishes she had not done it she was so hot that he came inside her so many times. She felt like a real woman not like her husband makes her feel.

People chase for many different reasons. Sadly, some chase because they are suicidal or self-loathing. I think those types would also like the COVID-19. chasing. For those of us who chase for different reasons, we may not like this story so much.

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I got my stuff all packed in boxes, and I only own four pieces of furniture, aside from my computer stuff. Bobby said he can spend the weekend bringing guys over to carry stuff and make however many trips it takes to get everything there. We’ll have to wait on the computers until I get the service changed in my new place. I called the ISP I use, and they can run a separate connection in next week, and then Bobby and Billy can decide if they want to share my regular internet/TV/phone connection or not. They seem to think I pay for it with blowjobs. It really isn’t even billed to me, so I guess it might be easy to believe. It’s paid for by the people I contract with, to monitor the databases they host. The computers are mine, but most of the software on one of them belongs to the company too. One of the two just has my personal stuff on it. All the cooling and battery back up stuff belongs to me, although it was all paid for by the company. It all takes up two twenty amp circuits, which will get rewired on Monday. Bobby made a big deal out of having me ask each of the guys helping with the stuff if I could suck them off to thank them for their help. Billy told them they should make sure they get to fuck my ass too. Bobby suggested we could have another party at the dorm, so everyone would be able to watch while I paid off the movers. Everyone seemed to think it was a good idea. There was some discussion about using a bigger room than the one from last time, so more people could watch. I noticed while the discussion was going on, everyone asked Billy and Bobby about what I wanted. All this planning went on at the new place, with me naked, and kneeling in the living room. Bobby still calls me cuntface, and pats my head when he talks about what I want to do. Billy pretty much refers to me as the cumdump, or it. He doesn’t really talk to me at all. After the “movers” were all promised an all day fuck and suck they left, and Billy asked Bobby if their buddy Jerry was coming to help with moving. “Nah.” Bobby said. “He goes over to that fuck place a lot, now. I think he likes doing new fags more.” He pulled his cock out, and grabbed my head as I moved over to take it in my mouth. “I like gettin’ a cumdump trained up, so they don’t need a lot of directions.” He sat back, and I tried to do as I had learned he liked. Taking his cock all the way down, and letting him press me onto it. He sighed, and said “Nothing like a well trained, obedient faggot workin’ hard to please your cock.” I wasn’t surprised when I felt Billy’s hands on my hips, and pushed back as he rammed his cock in really hard. I guess the moan and whimper are as much a habit, now, as they are a response to pain of Billy’s huge cock spreading my asshole. I have become a well trained, and obedient faggot, and I want to encourage them to take full advantage of it.

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Hadn't left home for 5 days to flatten that curve! But I was feeling stir crazy so I "had to run by the office". Johanna opened the door after a couple of knocks. She was in a t-shirt and nothing there. We walked back to her bedroom in hey generic apartment and made rona smalltalk as I got undressed. We warmed up under the covers for a minute. I sucked on and squeezed her fake tits. She stuck a finger in my asshole and I pulled towards her. It's been a while white boy. You're still my bitch. I didn't answer as she pressed the head of her uncut cock against my asshole as she spooned me from behind. She reached over to her nightstand for lube and pushed it into me with 2 fingers. She withdrew them and slid her slicked cock inside me bareback. I gasped but she started pumping. I missed this ass white boy. I rolled into my belly. She was all the way inside fucking me shallow then with long strokes. After a few minutes she flipped me over, throwing my legs over her shoulders. "Mmm yes I'm your bitch." She sucked on my tongue and increased her pace. "Breed my white ass." She obliged. Cumming deep in me and staying inside while she softened and emptied all of her cum inside me. "You want a shower"she asked as her hard, creamy cock slipped out of my anus.

I slept all afternoon after getting dicked down for most of the morning. I haven't felt this refreshed in a long time. 🧚‍♂️

Im also a load virgin! Got a date tonight and i know he wants to go raw..........ive dreamt of this day but scared!

For me it’s the smooth silky feel of a warm hole as my cock slides in and out. That grip of his ass when I’m getting excited and my cock expands and dumps my cum inside. I automatically shove my cock deeper as I cum to make sure the Hole I’m dumping into gets every drop! That slippery feeling usually gets/keeps me hard for load number 2.

As I walk around in a towel I see inside rooms men sucking , fucking ,fisting and those not doing anything are looking at me like fresh meat to jump on top of, which I don't mind. I can't hide my hard on as one ask if if I want to dump a load into this hole he is pointing at. My dick leads the way as I drop my towel as stick my dick in the bottoms hole and he is already loaded with cum, as I bang away on this sloppy hole. Behind me I'm being kissed and a finger going in my hole then 2 fingers with something else as it's starting to burn as I explode a big load in his hole. As I pull away the person behind me says boy that is some load you put in that faggot hole, as he takes me to the big room to meet his friend. Both of them have monster dicks as they lay down dragging me along. I'm trying to service this dick as the one behind me I feel the head rubbing my hole. He says to his friend you think we can POZ 2 tonight, little do they know I'm already POZ but why kill the moment. The dick Is going in and I really like the feeling as I back up onto his dick. He says what faggot you are then pounds me trying me to scream in pain as I'm having so much fun with a booth bump in my hole. He pulls out as I climb on top of the one who's dick I was sucking and sit right down till I'm balls deep as he pulls me to his chest as I feel his friend dick pushing in so they are going to DP me, I guess I'm in PIG HEAVEN

Age:21...barely. Place: AA Meat Market Bar - Chicago Details: Arrived around midnight already cleaned out and prelubed. Wearing shorts with NO ass with a long t-shirt to cover it up. Took off the t-shirt upon arrival to advertise the good. Got plenty of finger action...guys checking out the goods. About an hour later, the place has reached critical mass and action begins to happen. Several cocks slip in, trying me out. Eventually, I'm making out with a random hot Daddy when an unknown cock starts to fuck me. I never turned around to see who it was. He dumps his load only to be replaced with another fucker...and then another...I had just becum the public cumdumpster. Several cocks had their turn...maybe 9...possibly more. Unknown how many bred me. Best part - It all happened right there in the middle of the bar. Since then, I've had a powerful preference for being watched while getting fucked.

I am caving to peer pressure and working on part 2 as we speak gents!

DC Pride this weekend and horny as fuck for any and all raw cock. 💯

PART 9 I did get some sleep, but definitely not a ton. When I started this, I said I’d tell the truth, and the truth was that I was really conflicted and felt a lot of guilt. Guilty that I did it. That I wanted to do it again. That it felt so good. And Tom, it was like he had this power over me. I mean even last night after I had practically just cum at his place, I was home jerking off reliving what had just happened. But there I was at 11:00, totally showered and clean and feeling, well, a need. Tom smiled and let me in the door, pinning me against the wall as soon as the door closed. “Damn, I had plans to try to be slow, but you just drive me crazy my sexy little boy. Let’s get upstairs and get you naked and let’s give that little boy pussy the attention it needs,” he whispered sexily. It took me perhaps only five seconds to climb the staircase, shedding my clothing immediately upon entering the playroom door. Tom likewise allowed his robe slip off, showing me that tall thin body that I thought was so sexy. His cock was already more than half hard. Not surprisingly the passion and the moment was hitting me intensely, particularly as Tom was stroking himself, using a hypnotic rhythm. That gorgeous giant cock. He didn’t have to ask or direct me. There was no hesitation at all. I slid onto my knees, opened my mouth wide to receive his cock head. Did I think of HIV when I saw the bead of precum coming out of of his slit? Yeah I did. and I also recognized that, even knowing Tom was poz, I couldn't stop myself from liking up his pre-cum. And I savored it. And I just wanted more. I just knew that whatever else, I wanted more of Tom. And I lost myself in a cocksucking lust.

Guys you might want to remember this was posted in the fiction section.

My fiend, Naldo and I have know each other since I was 18 years old. I think he was 35 when I first met him. He was one of the first gay men I met when I was coming out so he looked after me like a gay older brother. That is why I never doubted him when he told me to come over to his apartment one saturday morning and invited me to join him in the bathtub as I entered his apartment. He was already naked with water dripping from his body. He had a towel around his waist which didn't help concealing his semi-hard cock swinging as he helped me to take my clothes off. I have never been naked in front of him so I was a bit nervous but he wrapped his arms around me from the back and started walking towards the bathroom. I could feel the heat from his body as well as his growing cock on my back. Before I got into the tub, he told me he wanted to wash me up and started soaping me up all over my body. He soaped every inch of my body with soap then he told me to lean forward against the shower wall and started soaping up my ass. Then all of sudden, I felt his fingers pushing into my hole with a little surprise on his finger tips, Tina.. I have never done T before so I was shocked by the burning sensation in my hole as he pushed in finger inside of me so I tried to pull away but he pulled me from the back. He pushed my head down lower and started looking at my hole up close while he was fingering my hole more and pushing T deeper into me. After few minutes, we got into his tub. As we sat on each side of the tub facing each other, I started to see how different he looked probably because he was high and was really horny for wild fucking he was about to give me. Few minutes later, I started to get high from the booty bump he gave me and I started asking him what he did as my eyes started rolling to the back of my head from being so high. He didn't answer but he started to tell me what to do with a smile on his face. He told me to get out of the tub and get on all fours so I did. Then he got up in front of me and started to rub his now-erect cock on my face. As I looked up to his face, I could see his eyes staring down at me with a look of approval and that made me feel really good. He told me open my mouth wide and suck his cock. Naldo has a huge 9 inches of Latin uncut cock so I couldn't get much of it inside of my mouth but I tried to get as much as I can. As I was sucking him, he kept on telling em to go down deeper and kept on pressing my head down deeper. He told me to relax my throat so I did then he pushed his cock all the way into my throat. I was surprised and started choking/gasping for air but he pressed my head with such a force that I had no other choice but to relax my throat and started to breathe through my nose. After few seconds, I wasn't too uncomfortable so he started to move my head up and down his cock. His big cock kept my mouth water and opened wide so my saliva kept on dripping down my chin and his legs. He told me I was sucking him really well even though it was my first time. He told me I am probably a natural born cock sucker and that made me feel really good. At this point T was really affecting me and my ass was just twitching for his cock but I was having so much fun sucking his cock as well. He saw how I was wiggling my ass as I was sucking his cock so he spread my cheeks and started plucking his fingers right on my hole opening. This made me moan and groan which was muffled by his cock and balls. I wanted to ask him to put his finger in my ass but I didn't want to take his cock out of my mouth so I kept on sucking him. Every few minutes, I went all the way down on his cock til his balls rest right on my chin as he told me to. Then he would hold me down for a long time making me gasp and choke a bit then he would let me go. As his cock was released from my mouth, I was fillled with hunger for his cock back in my throat as I started at it, kneeled down in between his legs, gasping for air. So I would open my mouth wide and dive right onto his cock. Few times he pulled his cock out and made me beg for it. The whole time I am focused on his cock, he was playing with my hole, fingering it, lubing it up with his spit and fucking it lightly with some sort of toy. It felt amazing but I was too concentrated on throating his cock. I must have been sucking his cock for hours because my knees started hurting. He told me to stand up and stretch then he stood right behind me with his huge cock pointing right at my back. After few seconds of stretching, he bent me over the sink and started to push his cock onto my hole. I was so tight so he had to push and pull a little. I could feel my hole getting pushed open then close up as his cock head pulled out. Then he started to go a little deeper with longer strokes. It was feeling realy good then sometimes I felt a sharp pain too. He gave me a popper to sniff and as I was sniffing on them, I felt like my mind just drifted away from my body and all I felt was heat all over my body and his cock pushing into my body. Soon I felt his heavy balls on my butt cheeks. I was in love with the feeling of his raw cock in my ass so I kept on telling him "I love you, Don't ever stop please." He told me that he won't stop as he started moving his cock in and out of me then he increased the speed gradually till he was really pushing into me with such a force that I had to support myself against the wall and push back towards him so I won't fall. He kept on pushing me down.. then pull me up towards him.. over the sink... then over the tub... he kept on pushing me around with his hard pounding as I did my best to push back and hold on to his cock inside my ass. I was bent down then lifted up and turned around on my back with my legs folded over my head... then the legs back down... turned around on my stomach.... then push up to my knees... then to stand up.. We kept on switching positions and places for a long time without taking his cock out of me. I especially enjoyed walking from bathroom to the kitchen sink with his cock deeply rooted inside of me so I could feel it throb as I took each step. After fucking me in different postions for a while in kitchen and bathroom, he told me to hold on to his neck and lifted up on his cock... then carried me to the sofa and threw me down... his cock popping out of my hole with a loud popping sound.. All of sudden I felt so empty without him... and I knew I needed him as soon as possible. He took some more T I think... and maybe he gave me more I am not sure. Then he slammed his cock back into me all at once. It hurt alot so I bit down on the sofa to keep from screaming. His cock felt harder and bigger as it slammed into me and it felt like it kept on getting bigger and harder as he was fucking me... I could feel every curve and veins on his cock right up against my hole.. This went on for hours then we took a break. Everytime we took a break, I would kneel down in between his legs on the floor and either sucked his cock or just rested my head on him. I felt like I was his puppy or a baby as I rested my face on his leg feeling his hands caressing and patting me. I was completely obsessed with his cock at this point. I loved looking at it, feeling and playing with it in my hands, sucking and deep throating it, and getting raw fucked by it... He made me feel soooo good and I didn't want it to stop. I felt like I was in love with him. After a bit of resting, he would either push me into the position or tell me to get into certain position so he can fuck my hole again. Naldo shot his loads inside of me as he was pumping in and out but didn't tell me and kept on fucking me even after. His load was coating both his cock/balls and my hole completely. Either he gave me a big load or he came more than once already at this point. Either way, I was happy to feel his cock inside of me... After we moved onto his bed at some point of fucking, I felt him expand and giving me another load before it finally started to get softer.... I lay underneath Naldo feeling his weight on me, feeling his softening cock sliding out of me... It took me a while before I came to my senses and looked at the clock... it was 8PM on Sunday night. We have been fucking for almost 2 days. I got my clothes back on and thanked Naldo and rushed home to get ready for another work week tomorrow. As I sat on my desk at home, I realized the cum dripping out of my hole and thought about Naldo again. Now that I carried his loads, I felt like we were part of each other. I hoped that Naldo and I would do this again soon.