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I thought about holding off on this story to see how it ends, but I think it's more important that it be told now… This is something I saw on Twitter yesterday. I'm dumbfounded… March 27th… So the guy is under "lockdown" (a stay-at-home order), and he's still hooking up – and proud enough of it to post it on Twitter. March 31st… 4 days after the first hookup, he posts a video of another hookup.… April 3rd… 3 days after the 2nd hookup he posts pics and videos from yet another hookup… April 7th… And then surprise, surprise… That's right… 3 hookups later he's in the hospital with COVID-19. He's stupid enough to think he's in the ICU when he's not – he's probably just in a ward with all COVID patients. If he were in ICU he'd have breathing support (either be intubated or be attached to a BiPAP machine). Oh, and the kicker is he's calling the nurse a bitch and mocking the fact that she says she's tired! I just want to strangle the guy. If he reads this… "You're a fucking asshole. If karma doesn't catch up to you this time around, it will at some point. And guess what, I won't give a shit when it does." People, seriously, be responsible! Hospitals are over capacity. People are dying. There's no cure. There isn't even a decent treatment. Even in the middle of the AIDS crisis hospitals could manage their core caseloads. This is a whole other order of magnitude above that pandemic. It's gonna be a long time (probably years) before we're back to where we were before with big sex parties and crowded bathhouses. Even when the stay-at-home orders are lifted people will still need to be vigilant to avoid another peak of the pandemic. You'll need to focus on risk reduction – fewer partners, 1-on-1s, maybe sex in parks, maybe gloryholes. But being legs up in a bathhouse taking all loads isn't going to happen again until there's at least a decent treatment. If for no other reason, that sensible gay guys are gonna stay away. Here's a poll I did on Twitter a few days ago… Only a bit over 1/3rd of guys will risk a crowd when the stay-at-home orders are lifted (and that's now when they're horny and jacking off to Twitter, before the pandemic hits their city/town)… We can hope the clinical trials they're doing now turn up something, but who knows. Don't be like that guy above. Don't be a COVIDiot!

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is a fictional story. It never happened and any similarity to any real life happenings is coincidence. The Laundry Room I'm a dick. I know it. I'm selfish, cocky, good looking and always horny. My name is Craig and I'm definitely an alpha. I spend a lot of time in the gym and always have. I'm not a huge muscle guy, but what I have is a ripped body with a six pack, thick muscled legs, biceps to die for and the best part, almost eight inches of ass wrecking uncut dick. I'm a mixed race mutt just like both of my parents with just about every ethnicity in my DNA. I stand six foot tall and while I shave my head because I like the look, I've been letting my beard grow out during this confinement. I've got some hair on my chest which I used to shave, but I let it grow back when I got close to my recent 30th birthday. I'm not into relationships, I just need a guy to fuck on my terms and have never fucked the same guy more than three times. Usually, thats not a problem but with this stupid virus, everyone is staying home and not filling the bars, clubs and bath houses where I usually find my prey. The shit show got worse when I realized I had let my meds get too low and when I called to get them refilled, the docs weren't very helpful. No meds without lab tests and no lab tests without a visit to the doc. And "we can't see patients right now" was their reply. So there I was at the beginning of the outbreak and the bottle was empty. Each day without the pills, I got hornier and wondered how long it was going to take before I was a toxic fuck again. I worked from home, like the rest of my group when the "stay at home" order came. The occasional video conference kept me focused on work, but after dinner my mind turned to getting off. The first few weeks were filled with downloaded porn scenes and my right hand. Week three had me ordering a new keyboard since a few keys didn't work right anymore and were sticking badly from too many cum splats seeping in. I popped up a few apps on my phone to see who was around and was surprised how many guys were hunting for dick while "staying at home." I even updated my profiles, changing "undetectable" to "ask me." "Damn, a few are really close. They must be in my building" I thought. I flipped through, just looking the first night. I usually didn't want to hookup with guys in the building since I didn't want them stalking me if things went bad or they wanted more than I was willing to do. Now, though, the bar was lowered and as a couple more days passed I just needed a tight ass to fuck. Even the weather dude on the TV was looking pretty good. I grabbed my laundry bag and headed down to the laundry room. I tossed a couple loads in the washer and headed back up to my condo. I read some news and even tried watching some weird series on Netflix and then my alarm went off. Down to the laundry room I went and moved my clothes into the dryer. After I started it, I turned to go back up and I saw a guy sitting in one of the chairs. I was about to head down the next aisle (social distancing, you know) to get to the door when I saw him lick his lips and flick his finger over his nips that were clearly showing through his tight t-shirt. His phone was in his other hand and I saw him poking the screen with it. I looked again and realized he looked similar to one of the guys on one of the apps or sites I had been hitting. My phone was in the front pocket of my jeans and I felt it buzz. He smiled as I reached in and pulled it out. "Hot" was the message I saw on the screen. I opened the app up and saw the profile and yeah, it was the same guy. I quickly read "26, 5'8", 137lbs, pure Italian otter, vers btm" from the first line of his profile. His face had the same scruff and gleeming white teeth as one of the app pics. I walked over and stopped about six feet away and rubbed my crotch through my sweat pants. He gave a wicked grin and set his phone down before waiting another second. He lunged forward and landed on his knees in front of me, pushing my hand out of the way and he felt my hardening cock with his thin fingers. The more he squeezed, the harder my dick got until it popped out of the top of my jockstrap and sweats. His hand stopped and then in one quick move he tugged both down, letting my cock lay on his outstretched tongue. The guy looked up at me, his eyes pleading with me to let him suck my cock. I'm not sure why he was asking permission now since I hadn't stopped him, or even said anything to him, up to now. I reached my hand down and cupped it behind his head and pulled him a little closer. He took the hint and engulfed my cock with his lips and started to blow me. I kept my hand on the back of his head, following it as he slowly bobbed on the thick shaft, taking it further each time. His tongue and lips were working my cock over and while I usually try to stifle any moans when I'm getting sucked, he was getting me close to letting one out since he was so good. He spent a few more minutes nursing on my cock and I kept my eye on the door in case someone else came in. He was hidden by the row of washing machines, but I still didn't want to get caught. My cock kept nudging the back of his throat and he didn't seem to want to go any deeper, but I know how good a guy's throat can feel around my cock. I waited a few more times and then as he went down I pulled his head down on my cock. He let out a yell which was quickly muffled as my cock forced it's way into his throat. I got it part way in and held him there a few seconds before pulling on his hair and off my dick. He gasped for air and then I pushed him back down. I got him a little deeper this time and moved my other hand down, grabbing his curly dark hair with each fist. This time, I held his head still and rocked my hips, fucking his mouth slowly. He struggled at first but after a dozen thrusts it got easier to plow my cock into his throat. A dozen more strokes and I had my balls hitting his chin and his nose against my pubes. My cock was coated with his spit and throat slime and I could feel it drip off my balls on to the floor. I pulled his head back, almost off my cock and I heard him mumble something right before I shoved my cock back into his throat. Counting up to ten, I pulled him all the way off and looked down at him, his face was flushed and saliva was dripping off his chin. "Fuck me" he said quietly. "What?" I asked firmly. "Please fuck me" he repeated, louder this time. I grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. Standing face to face, I looked down into his eyes and said "I only fuck bare and I don't pull out." He looked back at me and nodded and I kept my stare. I wanted to hear him say it. After a few more awkward moments he finally said "I don't care. It's been a month and I need to get fucked bad." My cock twitched and was drooling precum. I pushed him against the closest washer and bent him over. I pulled his basketball shorts down and watched them hit the floor. Gently, I kicked his legs wider before spitting in my hand. I rubbed the spit over his hairy hole and pushed it inside with my finger. Spitting in my hand again, I added some more and forced it in with a pair of fingers. That was all he was gonna get for lube. I dragged my spit covered cock along the crack that was slightly spread open from my fingers. Pressing the tip to his ring, I grabbed his hips and added some pressure. My cock was leaking and soon it started to slide inside. He groaned as his outer ring stretched and my cock pushed deeper. Once the first quarter of my dick was inside I paused, giving him a few seconds to get used to the girth. Rocking my hips, I plowed in and out, feeling his chute massage my freshly recharged cock. It had been almost four years since my cock had shot a viral load and I had no idea how potent it was right now. I knew he really needed more lube but I was just as eager to fuck him as he was to be fucked. The way my cock was leaking precum I knew it would only be a few more minutes before he his hole would be nice and sloppy. Plowing in and out, his hole felt just as good as his mouth had earlier. I moved my hands from his hips to his neck which gave better leverage as I pounded him harder. We'd been fucking for about five minutes and I slammed in, battering his inner ring and ground my hips on his ass. My cock fired off a few shots of my special seed, releasing some of the pressure in my balls. I slowly pulled back and then returned pumping my cock in and out. Fucking hard and fast before slowing down and digging my cock in different angles delayed my inevitable full orgasm. He started grunting with each of my thrusts and I could feel his vocalization in my hands that were now wrapped around his neck. I started to pump my cock in faster and suddenly felt his hole spasm around my cock and he yelled out. His orgasm milked my cock and I slammed in a few more times before my cock was flooding his guts with my viral jizz. The jets of hot cum kept coming and I felt it surround my dick. It had been a while since I had shot such a huge load. We stood there for a minute, both of us breathing heavily and covered in sweat. I let go of his neck and saw the imprint of my fingers remain on his now bruised skin. Slowly, I pulled my cock out and watched some of my cum dribble out of his throbbing hole. I gave his ass a firm slap before I pulled my sweats and jock up. My dryer buzzed and I collected my stuff out of it. I walked to the door and when I got there I looked back. He was still bent over the washer with a dazed look in his eyes. "Thanks" I said and headed back to my condo. Once upstairs, I dumped my clean clothes on the bed and folded it. Sitting down at my desk again, I set my phone to the side and checked on messages from work on the laptop. The smell of cum wafted up from my sweats and jock and it was intoxicating. My balls felt really good for the first time in weeks knowing the venom they created went into a hungry ass instead of a cum rag. The phone kept catching my eye and I opened it back up. His profile was still there, staring back at me. I read the whole thing and chuckled when I saw "neg4neg" near the end of the description.

Part 3: The Run In I don't know why, but I felt compelled to tell him everything. So for the next half hour I did. My background, where things had started to go wrong, everything (minus the sex stuff). I think maybe it is easier to bare our souls to strangers because they don't know us as intimately, so it's easier to not feel judged as someone who knows us better and has an opinion of us. He listed intently, rarely saying a word. I'm not sure he even blinked the entire time. I kind of trailed off at the end, and we sat there in silence for a moment before he asked me the one question I hadn't ever been asked. "Are you sure you're ok?" We talked a little more. Mostly about my life, whether or not I liked cats or dogs, some current events, what I was reading etc. "It's getting late, and I feel like I've intruded long enough". If I was being honest, I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. For whatever reason I had just exposed myself to a total stranger. "Of course, i'm sure you're exhausted. You're clothes are laid out on the bench in the bathroom. I'll call you a car". As I got dressed, I tried to remember when he would have gotten up to lay out my clothes, he hadn't moved in an hour since we sat down. As I got to the door, he handed me a business card with his name and just a phone number. "In case you ever need someone to talk to", he said as he opened the door. I swear he still hadn't blinked. As I got into the Uber, I realized to my horror that I had a raging erection. I hadn't even noticed but I was mortified thinking that he had. The next day was Friday. I took the train to my normal stop to get to work, although I was a little late but that was ok. I planned on taking a late lunch and running to the phone store down the street to get a new one. I got to my desk and took my computer out. I started working and before long it was noon. I decided to wait a little longer before going to the store, but opened my desk drawer for a protein bar. On top of the bars though was a complete surprise: a box containing a brand new phone, the latest model. No note, card, or anything. Being the tech wary millennial I am, I brought it to my buddy in IT to make sure it wasn't bugged or filled with malware, but I didn't tell him where it came from. After checking it out, he assured me it was just a regular phone. Now even though I can pay for everything myself with no problem I decided to take it. If there was nothing wrong with it I was ok taking a gift from an admirer. The weekend and following week were uneventful. I didn't even have a hook up. It's like my sex drive had evaporated. That Saturday my friends convinced me to go to a theme night at a new club. It was a leather/fetish event so I figured I may as well. I showered and douched in case I got lucky. When we got there we stripped down out of our warmer clothes. I had chosen booty shorts with a red harness and mesh tank with a backwards hat. It was a great night. My friend and I split some molly, and after an hour I was feeling great. He got us a round of drinks and was getting handsy. We had never hooked up but it seemed like he really wanted it tonight. I told him I was going to the bathroom then I would get us another drink. The bathroom was away from the crowd, so it wasn't too noisy in line. As I stood there checking my phone, I heard someone say "Seems like you're doing better than the other night." Before I even turned around I had goosebumps on my body yet felt extremely flushed. There was Michael, all 6'8 and 240lbs of him. He was wearing knee high black and red socks, red sneakers, a red jockstrap, and a black harness with some leather straps around his huge biceps. For what I am convinced is the first time, I saw him smile at me. "I know it's a small city, but what are the odds of meeting each other here", he chuckled. ............................................................

Part3 Joey was in the Uber on the way to have his cherry popped by a stranger. The pills have begun to bring him to the point of blackout and he began slurring his words to the uber. He looked at his phone and saw that drugdaddyraw had sent him a picture of 4 hard cocks of varying size with the words “see you soon slut. The uber then asked him what he was doing going out so late at night, Joey told him exactly where he was going. The pills were making him feel really confident. The uber pulled up to drugdaddy’s address told Joey “get the fuck out faggot.” Joey complied, and walked up the steps towards a very big home. He had no second thoughts as he had already essentially roofied himself. On the door there was a sign that read “door unlocked, step in, lock it behind you and strip. There is a blind fold on the coat rack, put it on.” Joey stepped in and did what drugdaddy instructed him too. He heard camera clicks and then heard the voice of an older man say “ Good, you arrived. You are now mine to use and abuse as I see fit tonight. you will consent to this now or you can leave and I will send these photos to everyone on your Facebook, Instagram and your family. I can promise you immense pain and pleasure, as well as sexual freedom, if you say yes. What is your answer?” In his daze, Joey said “yes” without hesitation. Drugdaddy then said “My name is Markus, but you will call me master or daddy. Anyone I have you serve will be referred to as sir. Your name doesn’t matter, you will be referred to as Hole, slut, whore, bottom bitch, cumdump or whatever other degrading term is deemed fit for you. Do you understand?” As if it was reflexive, Joey said “yes master.” Markus then told Joey to get to his knees, and take the mask off. Joey complied immediately. Markus told him “look at my cock faggot. Your hole is going to be opened wide tonight bitch. This 10 inch dick is going to drop a 7 day load in your raw hole. Are you ready? Because I don’t care if you are, I’m fucking you, my friends are fucking you and then I’m pimping your hole out to strangers. Before we start, what drugs have you taken and want to take?” Joey answered 75mg of temazepam, 2 shots of whiskey, a beer and some weed daddy. I want to take anything you give me. I would love to take some MDMA though.” Markus realized that Joey was at his complete mercy at this point and texted his friend in the other room to send out a gangbang ad and bring in the molly. Markus introduces his friend as Jay. Jay was probably in his 40s and thin but muscular. He then takes 200mgs of the molly and fed it to Joey. Joey said”thank you sir.” Jay told him he was welcome and began unzipping his pants. Markus told Joey “suck his fucking cock, your going to need his load to lube my cock up. I’m going to taste your hole now.” Markus positioned Joey on his hands and knees on the couch and began to eat Joey’s ass. Joey went down on Jay for about 15 minutes before Jay pulled out and blew his load in a cup and handed it to Markus. Markus asked “Joey, are you ready? You still have the option to back out but once this cock is in your ass, you are mine. If you ask to leave afterwards, you will just be gagged and fully restrained.” Joey said he is ready. With that Markus put half of Jay’s load in a syringe that also had some dissolved mdma in it. He inserted it into Joey’s ass and plunged it, “How does it feel to have your first load of cum up there slut?” Joey was beginning to feel the first mdma dose on top of his pills and just slurred “yes master”. Markus laughed, lubed his cock with the rest of Jay’s load, positioned his cock at Joey’s cherry hole and motioned something to Jay. Jay then put poppers under Joey’s nose and told him to inhale. As Joey breathed in his first hit of poppers, he also received his first (raw) cock. Markus told him he did so well that he would treat Joey to a slow deep fucking until he was ready to cum. Markus worked the full length of his cock into Joey and began slowly thrusting. Joey’s screams had to be muffled with a ball gag. Shortly the screams became moans and the gag came off. Markus picked up his pace and whispered in Joey’s ear “Jay’s load May have been your first load, but mine will be your first poz load. We never talked about std’s, and your a bottom bitch so I figured you don’t care.” Because the MDMA, Joey was alert enough to be worried about what was just told to him but too inebriated to do anything but accept it. Joey realized this and just told Markus “don’t stop daddy, I asked for this, blow your load in my no longer virgin ass.” As he said that Markus thrusted as deep as he can and groaned. Joey felt a pulsating feeling in his ass and when Markus pulled out his ass felt wet and empty. Markus came over, told him “good job” and then had him suck him clean. He offered Joey water and weed, and then said “you did good for your first cocks, next round will a lot more. Relax for awhile, your next round starts in 30 minutes once they get here. We will be going to my dungeon for the rest of the time” Joey was a sloppy mess but said “ yes master.” Markus then took Joey to the bath and said “relax in here slut, I need to fucking piss.”

Browsing through some of the gay hook-up sites earlier I got a message from a hot guy. We talked a while and both of us seemed eager to meet... I was already starting to gather the standard trick supplies and sliding on a cock ring. Unfortunately, we had neglected to discuss where we would play and it turned out he couldn't play at his place. Just as my hopes were crashing around my feet, he messaged me asking how I felt about fucking in a public place. I asked him where he had in mind without letting on what he thought turned me on. He said that there was a restroom in a grocery store that never got used at night because the few employees who worked that all used the one near the break room. I knew the store he was talking about and realized that the restroom was located in the fast food dining room, which was closed at that hour but accessible. Better yet, it was the kind where the door locked even though it had a stall and a urinal inside. I agreed and he told me to go in first and that he would make sure it was clear and follow me in, but added that we would need to be quick about it. I let him know that was no problem with me and told him I would be there at 2am. I arrived as scheduled wearing sweatpants and a jock strap, figuring that would be easy access, and spotted him as I walked in. We only made eye contact, then I walked quickly to the restroom before any employees noticed me coming in. Once inside I quickly squeezed some Wet on my fingers and reached back to lube my ass. In no time I heard the door open and turned to see it was him. He just said hi and locked the door behind him while undoing his pants. "Suck my cock a little," he said, pulling out an average, but nice-sized uncut cock. I hit my knees and wrapped my mouth around it, licking underneath his foreskin and sucking him to erection. I immediately noticed that his cock drooled precum by the buckets, which really turns me on. I love the taste of a guys precum. Soon his rod was hard as stone and jutting out firmly in front of him with a nice upwards bend. "Lean over the sink for me," he ordered and once again I complied. I pushed my sweats to my ankles and leaned forward over the sink counter to offer him my bare ass. "Nice," he commented appreciatively as I felt his hand against my butt guiding his penis between my cheeks. He milked his shaft and swirled his cock head around in a circle, sliming my puckered hole with the natural lubricant. It felt so fucking good that I moaned and flexed my hole open against his dick. He pushed about half of his dick inside me, then barely pulled back an inch. Realizing I was lubed enough and ready he fed the rest of himself inside my hungry ass all at once. I braced myself against the counter as he took hold of my hip bones and started long dicking me from behind. He was fucking me good for a few minutes when I started to try to tighten my ass on him, but he told me to stop, saying that when he barebacks a bottom he likes to feel a nice loose and sloppy ass. Hearing him talk about it totally got me hot and I relaxed my hole as much as possible. I guess he did like that, because he started to fuck me harder, pulling cock completely out of my gaping asshole and slamming it back in. Suddenly, he warned me, "I'm about to nut up inside you!" He didn't wait for approval, and emptying his seed in my guts, still pounding my ass, but keeping his cock fully inside me the whole time. When he was done, he slid out of me and before I could turn around he bent down, spread my ass open and licked the cum that was leaking out all over my anus with broad swipes of his tongue. I returned the favor and got down to suck his cock clean. We got zipped up and I left first while he stayed behind to piss. I got home and sent him an email saying I enjoyed it and to let me know next time he wanted to get his rocks off.

I think that's the most important aspect when it comes to such incidents: Idiot-shaming might be warranted but we shouldn't start slut-shaming. It's not the sex that was the problem, it's not limiting contacts. They could have been playing monopoly and it would have been just as bad. Church choir practice is probably more risky than quickly bending over and taking a load. You shouldn't have sex not because sex is bad, but because minimizing contacts is good. You also shouldn't visit your sister for dinner. Over the last weeks I have seen proud barebackers turn into the morality police when it comes to CoVid-19, getting preachy and insulting others. I just don't believe that this will achieve anything. Men are idiots, twice so when it comes to sex. IMHO the best way is to compassionately explain, that this is not like AIDS during the 90s, in that A.) you can also pass it on to your Grandmother, B.) your friend's cancer might go from operable to inoperable because of limited hospital capacity, and most importantly C.) this will all be over much quicker, if everyone is doing his part in social distancing.

I'm so exhausted and crashing from the slam they take me over to a shower and use cold water to wash me off, they put me in this cold room with a bed with a blanket and some pillows. When I wake up I feel this warm body next to me and it feels so good as I roll over and see this boy. His name is Joey with blond hair blue eyes and the whitest skin I have ever seen like he has lived in a cave all his life. Joey is in a chastity cage like me so all I can do is kiss him. I can sense that this is Joey first time as he is so timid as my tongue goes in his mouth. I'm getting hard in the cage and its starting to hurt but Joey is so beautiful and innocent at this as he is trying to respond to my actions and I guess the way he was brought up taught him that man on man sex was wrong. The blanket we are both under is pulled away as the cold air runs across my body as my arms grab Joey tighter to protect him. People are entering the room and a tray is put down a table next to us, on the tray I see a few needles for a slam, some with out needles a tooth brush with 1 being a caverject and some powder. Well, I know the tooth brush is not for me as I'm already Poz with a very high VL. Mr. Benson comes over then whispers into my ear, Joey is a virgin and never did anything so you will get the chance to POZ him as he takes his key to the chastity love and lets me out as I have been locked up for the last 3 months. Joey is small at 5ft 5 maybe 110 lbs. and so innocent looking on the bed, I want to see what he hole is like so I get him on fours and spread his white ass cheeks and see the hole grail of holes as its so smooth and round. I burry my face and my tongue is rimming him as its so tight I take my pinky as I don't want Joey experiencing any pain, this hole is so tight so I go back to rimming his hole as he is reallying enjoying this from his moans. I stop and we are facing each other on our knees on the bed, I ask him if he knows what is about to happen to him and he says NO. I can see pre cum leaking from his chastity cage so I know he might not know but his body is loving this as I grab the needle with the caverject and the look on his face as I push the needle into my dick and push the plunger down so the next 4 hours my dick with be like a steel shaft. I want to see how Joey like his nipples played with and like any Gay male he is moaning and yet he has no idea what is about to happen to him. I want to get back to Joey hole as it not often you get a virgin hole to break and Poz. I want to get him ready so I tie off his arm as I grab a syringe he ask what is it, I say to him it will give him a rush like he has never had before. Im having a had time finding a vein as he is so skinny, when I do I stick the needle in then the syringe I see the flash of blood then look in his face and see his eyes of excitement of what is about what is about to come.I push the syringe in release the strap and he is in the throes of the rush as he can't breath as he fails onto his back and I fall on top and rub my body as the cameras are moving around us. As he comes down I know what Im here for as I turn him on his stomach and go back to rimming that hole and get it ready, so I spit on the brush dip into the powder and insert the brush as he is showing signs of discomfort I don't care and work that brush around as the camera is getting a close up of the brush and the blood on is. Joey is saying something is burning in his ass, I say give it a few minutes and you will be in heaven then he say he trust me. Some who are watching start laughing as they know Joey life will be changed for ever after this. With Joey hole well scraped up his body is under control os the slam and booty bump there is one thing left to do is shove my dick and rape his virgin hole, as I start to insert my PA in we all have 2 sides to us. The Angel in me says PLEASE go easy with this innocent boy as he is so nice. The Devil in me says FUCK THE FAGGOT BITHCH DRIVE IT IN SHOW NO MERCEY POZ HIM NOW. The Angel NO NO NO go easy please don't cause him any pain as he is such nice boy. The Devil DON'T LISTEN TO THAT ASSHOLE HE IS NEGATIVE AND USES A CONDOM The Angel Says PLEASE not now. I have these 2 arguing in my head so who do I listen to? Fuck it I push my 8 inch dick in as fast as I can as Joey is screaming like I'm killing him and in a way I am killing Joey with my POZ load so I jackhammer as his screaming is not stopping and this hole is so tight and right before I cum. The Angel please pull out don't Poz him. The Devil stay in shoot your toxic load in his bloody hole. With me balls deep I give Joey not his first load in his life but a POZ load that will change his life for ever .

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... 🤷🏻‍♂️

This is discusting. This guy is 'that' gay idiot who snob me at bars, tubs and village... (we all know a guy) To the many who don't apply the quarantine, there comes a time were this attitude is no longer acceptable for our sociaty. STAY HOME! NO MEETING! For the rest of us who work hard to protect us all : stay put. Love you all and I hope for a special holyday to celebrate after all this. Men I miss cumunion!

Part 2: The Introduction "There are clean towels in the closet and a robe. I'll put your clothes in the dryer", said Michael. He left the bathroom with door ajar. Still a bit disoriented, I stripped and looked at the enormous bathroom. The shower had no handles, but just a series of buttons. It was made entirely of glass, and the wall across from it looked out over the harbor district. Finally I figured out how to get the hot water running, and started to remember what happened. "Can you stand?", he asked. I replied yes. After getting my legs under me, I took a couple of deep breaths. "Thanks for the help. I'm ok though. i'll order and Uber and head home", I said. "I think your phone is somewhere out there", he said jerking his head toward the harbor. "Why don't you come to my place? I'm close by, you can dry off and then I'll call you a car. Since I just pulled you out of there I won't take no for an answer". At that moment my legs gave out again, but I never hit the ground. He put my arm around him and started walking me towards the nearest building. It had little restaurants and a gallery on the ground floor but he took us through another door. The doorman looked at me but apparently knew better than to ask questions. When we got in the elevator, I finally was able to take in my new acquaintance. He looked fairly young, maybe late 30"s. He had grey eyes and dark hair that was beginning to show signs of grey. He wore a white shirt and khakis. I'm not very fashionable but if i had to guess he had just ruined at $1000 pair of shoes going into the water. I could tell he wasn't muscular, but thick and bulky from what I felt under the shirt. More of a powerlifter than anything. That and his height probably explained why he had no problem supporting me, he was easily 4 inches taller than me (and I'm 6ft 4in, so I would know). I could also see the dark outlines of tattoos underneath the wet shirt, and I thought i saw the protrusions of piercings sticking out around his nipples; though I dismissed the body modifications as the result of the early stages of hypothermia. We entered the apartment and looking back on it now, it was somewhere that I would only ever dream of living. The exterior walls were all glass, the kitchen something out of cooking show. The walls were white with dark wooden floors, and accent furniture strewn around. A gas fire pit was going and classical music drifted through the space. When I finally emerged from the shower, I noticed my clothes were gone and a large white bath robe hung near the shower. I felt embarrassed that a man I had just met may have seen me naked given the circumstances. I may get around a lot, but I know when to be modest. There were two doors, one seemed to lead to a bedroom so I exited through the one that led down the hall. When I arrived back in the kitchen, Michael was standing behind the island pouring soup into two bowls, with a loaf of bread on a cutting board and two glasses of wine in front of him. "I hope you like chowder. I figured you could use a warm meal. If you don't like wine, I can get you something else". He had changed into joggers and a white shirt that left no doubt in my mind I hadn't imagined the tattoos or piercings. "Um thank you. I don't want to impose though. I can just grab my clothes and get out of your hair." He looked at me as he set the bowl down in front of me. His look wasn't angry or hostile. It was very patient and even warm, but I still felt compelled to sit. "What is your name?", he asked. "Um, Mark". "Do you prefer Mark or Marcus?" I thought this was a weird question. Everyone had always called me Mark. "I don't really have a preference. What is yours?", I replied. "I'm Michael." As he sat down next to me his knee brushed mine, and I shamefully recoiled a bit. It was like he had zapped me when we touched. I could feel my pulse in my ears, and I think he could hear it. I began to eat, not even considering that he may have put something in the food or wine to make me helpless (I had been roofied and assaulted before when I was 23 so it was something that I normally was wary of). "Do you need to use your shower now too?", I asked. "No no, I have three, I rinsed off quickly", he chuckled. Despite myself I was wondering what he would look like in the glass shower I was in. "So now that we've both eaten and warmed up a bit, are you going to tell me why you decided to go for a swim in the harbor in February? I'm not sure those Louboutins are going to survive, so I think a story is a fair trade don't you?" ............................................

Stupid is as stupid does. I made it through the whole AIDs crisis. Not necessarily by "safe sex" but by thought out sex with the least risks, and it worked. This is different since the virus is spread just by being near each other before any physical contact is made. So my big 'ol ass will be cherry again when this is over and will be available for an Alpha Top to pop!

Part2 Joey was scared. He hadn’t fully grasped what he put out there. Would this man really out him if he didn’t show? Joey could only reply with a simple “I’ll be there sir.” At this point he had an hour to get blacked out, cleaned out and over to drugdaddyraw’s place. He downed 5 temazepam capsules with a double shot of whiskey, grabbed a beer and went to clean up. His legs trembled as he thought about what he has gotten into while cleaning his soon to be used fuckhole. He was nervous, it was about 40 minutes until his meeting with drugdaddy. He lit up a joint and about a 1/4 way through he began to feel the booze and pills taking full effect. He resigned to his future as a cumdump, told drugdaddy to send the address and got ready to call an uber. While waiting he had one brief bout of anxiety but when the uber got there, he though to himself “Fuck, I wanted this, I’m going to recieve it. Fuck it, let’s see where this go” He got in the car to go meet his future.

Chapter 2 Oh my god I was kissing a man. A hot older man had just stuck his tongue in my mouth and I liked it. He pulled away from me and I slowly opened my eyes. He was smiling again. "So son, what'd you think of your first kiss?" "Holy shh, I mean wow that was nice." He chuckled, "Cody you can say shit no one cares." "Sorry sir, I'm just not used to being able to swear. My parents would get really angry anytime anyone around them would swear." "Well son, you'll find I tend to like to say those fucking swear words so you definitely won't offend me. Now what'd you really think of that kiss?" "Holy fucking shit it was amazing." "Good boy! Now kiss me again." He didn't have to tell me twice. I immediately went for it, this time sticking my tongue into his mouth. We kissed for about ten minutes when he slowly pulled away. I looked up at him with a goofy grin on my face. "Damn Cody you're a good kisser. You sure you've never done that before?" "No sir that was my first time." "Well I'm honored that you'd let an older guy give you your first real kiss. You sure you wouldn't like someone your own age to make out and explore with. "No sir! I umm, mean i really like older men and your perfect. So hot." I turned bright red. "How old are you son?" "I'm 23 sir." "Fuck that's a good age. I'm 48 Zane, I'm old enough to be your dad." "Trust me sir, you're nothing like my dad. You're so fucking hot." "Oh is that right. I'm sure I could teach you a few things son. Would you like that?" "Are you serious sir? Would you really teach me?" "Oh fuck yeah son. I'd love to make you my boy, teach you how to please real men." Holy shit I couldn't believe my luck. I'd only been in the city a week and I'd just found the sexiest man and he wanted to teach me to be his boy. "Stand up son and take your shirt off. Let me get a good look at you." I slowly stood up and removed my shirt. My nipples were hard as erasers. He stood up and started to run his hands over my tight smooth chest. "Fuck me son, who would have guessed what a hot little bod you were hiding under those baggy clothes. He leaned down and ran his tongue over my left nipple. Oh fuck! I let out a moan. "You like that son, just wait till I run my tongue over your hole. Now let's get rid of these shorts and see the rest of you." I dropped my shorts and was standing there in just my old white fruit of the looms which had definitely seen better days. "Damn son, were going need to get you some new clothes to show off this hot tight body of yours. Now don't keep me waiting show your dad your cock." Oh fuck now I was worried. I was afraid he'd take ones look at my small penis and tell me never mind. He could tell I was suddenly nervous. "Hey boy it's okay what's wrong?" "I umm, my ahh, my penis is really small." "It's okay son, nothing to be ashamed of." He grabbed my underwear and pushed them down until they hit the floor. He dropped to his knees and took my very hard penis into his hand. "Damn, that's a beautiful boy cock and fuck you're so smooth." "I wish I was hairy like you sir." "Well Cody, there's something you should know. God made different types of men. There are some who are alphas, or true men." "Like you sir?" He smiled at me. "Exactly, some of us are hairy but we all have big dicks and need to fuck and plant our seed, a lot. Then there are boys. Now there's no age limit to be a boy. Some are young and others are older. But the main roll of a boy is to bring pleasure to a real man. Boys usually have small dicks because their cock's aren't important. They're really good about using their holes to please men." While he was talking he had started slowly moving his fingers between my legs rubbing my asshole. It was too much for me to take and I started to shoot my load. "Ohh my god, I'm so sorry." "Don't apologize this just goes to prove what I already knew. You, Cody, are a natural boy. You came just by having your boy hole touched. Tell me, did you like me touching you there?" I was blushing again. I shook my head up and down. "No son you need to tell me out loud." "Yes sir, I liked that a lot." "Damn Cody," he said looking at my load that had landed by my feet, "you made a mess on my floor." "I am so sorry sir. If you have a rag I'll clean up my mess." He scooped part of my cum up off the floor. I had no idea what he was going to do with it. "That's all right son, you don't need a rag." He brought his fingers to my mouth. Oh shit was he wasn't going to make me eat my load was he. "Open up boy. Lesson one, never waste cum." I started to panic! What had I got myself into. "Come on son, you mean to tell me you've never tasted your own load." "No sir, never." "Well fuck me. Then this is the perfect time. You trust me right?" "Yes sir." "Good boy, now open your mouth." I did as he instructed and he let my cum drip onto my tongue. "Now taste it." I closed my mouth and swallowed, holy shit that tasted good. My eyes popped open and I hungrily looked at his fingers. He started chuckling, "you want more don't you?" "Yes please. I had no idea it would taste like that." He stuck out his fingers to me and I wasted no time sucking my cum from his hand. "Not all loads taste the same so we'll need to have you try cum from lots of different men." Wait, what? He wanted me to be with other guys. I thought he wanted just me. I must have gotten a panicked look on my face. He started to stroke my hair while I continued to suck on his fingers. "Don't worry son. Remember how I said you were a natural boy?" I shook my head yes. "Well, boys need to be with a lot of men. It's your job to please them and you get your pleasure by taking our cum." He pulled his fingers out of my mouth, leaned down and gave my a deep kiss. After a few minutes he broke off the kiss and pointed at the floor. There's still some cum down there, why don't you lick it up. I immediately dropped to my knees and started licking up the rest of my load. Holy shit what was this man doing to me. "Damn son, you look so cute down there on your knees. You're making your dad so proud." I looked up at him with a big cheesy grin on my face. He patted my head with one hand while his other was massaging the bulge in his tight shorts. "You ready to see what a real man's cock looks like?" I couldn't speak I simply nodded yes. He slowly unbuttoned his shorts and out popped the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Now to be fair, it was also the first cock other than my own, that I'd ever been this close to but still. I noticed on his hip was a tattoo of a biohazard symbol. It looked really cool but I couldn't understand why he'd want that on his body. He noticed me looking at his tat. "You know what that means son," he asked as he traced the tattoo with his finger. "Well I've seen it at my doctors office where they put the medical waste but I've never seen a tattoo of one before." He smiled, "well son, it's nothing to concern yourself about, you'll find lots of my friends have this same tattoo." "Oh okay, so like your part of club or something?" "Exactly son. A very special exclusive club." "It looks really cool though. Maybe I can join your club, but I suppose it's just for real men? I asked bashfully, starring at his big leaking cock. I had no clue how clueless I was. He just smiled down at me, "well son you're in luck. We've been looking for some new members and I'm positive you'd fit right in.

Chapter 1 I’d recently graduated from college and had landed my first real job in a new city far far away from my family. I'd thought I'd have freedom in college but I ended up going to the same place that both my parents worked, a small religious college so I had to be really careful so nothing got back to then about their only son. A little about me. I'm about 5'5" pretty toned from all the swimming I do. I was naturally smooth which I hated because I wished I was hairy. I thought the hottest thing ever was a hairy older guy. I have light brown hair which I keep cut pretty short, bright blue eyes. Oh yeah and my penis was on the small side only about 3 inches when hard. So here I was finally on my own a 23 year old horny as fuck virgin with no clue how to change that. I'd been in the city for about a week and was settling in. My apartment, as sparse as it was, felt like home and so far I really liked my job. It was Saturday morning and I decided to go for a jog since I hadn't had time to find a pool yet. It was a warm day but I was wearing long shorts and a loose t-shirt. I was proud of my body but I'd always been taught to be modest and that showing to much skin was a bad thing. I had a good run and was sweating pretty good by the time I got back to my apartment building. It seemed like most of the residents of building were polite but kept to themselves, which worked for me I was definitely more on the shy side. The elevator doors were closing as I passed heading towards the stairs. I noticed there was someone inside but I didn't get a good look. Once I reached the third floor a turned to head to my apartment when this small dog came running up to me. "Hey boy, what are you doing out here by yourself?" I was on my knees petting the cute dog when I noticed a pair of shoes attached to some very hairy legs. My eyes scanned up to see the hottest man standing in front of me grinning from ear to ear. "Damn Buddy, I leave you alone for one minute and you find a cute guy to pet you." “Oh I don’t mind he’s adorable," I said as I was scratching him behind his ears. "Ahh yes you are." Wait what? "He likes you, son." I blushed as I looked up at him. "You here visiting someone? I know I haven't seen you around before." "Umm no sir, I just moved in last week. I'm in 3C." "Well 3C I'm Brad and you've met Buddy. We're in 3H just behind you," he said motioning just over my shoulder. I stood up and offered him my hand. "Nice to you meet you I'm Cody ." He firmly grasped my hand and holy fuck if my cock didn't start to grow. "Well Cody it's very nice to meet you. It'll be great having some young blood on this floor. All of your neighbors are old fucks like me." "It's alright, sir, I kind of like older men." Oh shit did I just say that out loud. He smiled and let go of my hand. "Hmm that's good to know, son. Well I should get Buddy his treat. Now remember if you need anything, son, I'm in 3H." "Thank you sir." He moved past me and patted me on the shoulder. I couldn't get to my apartment fast enough. The second I closed the door I dropped my shorts and started rubbing my hole. My little cock immediately began to shoot rope after rope of cum. Damn what the hell was wrong with me, the man barely touched me and I lost control. This was so wrong. A few hours later I was busy unpacking boxes when there was a knock at the door. I opened up and there stood my neighbor with biggest smile on his face. Okay so let me take a second here and discribe this man for you. He was 6'3" 200 lbs of muscle. Hazel eyes, dark brown hair, short on the sides and a little longer on top with a nice trimmed beard. He was wearing a tight tank top so I could see his perky nipples that appeared to be pierced. He had a big tattoo on his right shoulder that went partially down his arm. It was times like this I was really grateful for my small penis. I could feel it starting to get hard but thankfully it was hidden in my baggy shorts. "Hi Cody, sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you might help me out for a few minutes." His voice was so deep it made my chubby totally hard. What was happening to me? Why was this man making me so excited. "I'm rearranging some furniture and could use another pair of hands." My parents had always taught me to be respectful of my elders and help out where I could so I immediately agreed. As I followed him down the hall to his apartment, I couldn't take my eyes off his muscular back which lead to an amazing butt. I wondered what he'd look like naked. Oh man, what was wrong with me. One week away from home and I was having such wicked thoughts. Then again wasn't this why I moved so far away so that I could try to figure out who I was. I was so distracted in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed Brad had stopped in front of his door and I ran right into him. "Oh man, I so sorry sir. I wasn't paying attention." He started chuckling, "it's okay son, I'm just wondering what's got you so distracted." I started blushing a deep red. "Damn son, you are so fucking cute." He put his arm around my shoulder and gave me a squeeze, wow he smelled good. "Come on, let's get inside.” "Wow, your apartment is nice. It's so big." He chuckled, "so you like them big?" "Umm, sorry I mean I'm just in a studio so I wasn't expecting the one bedrooms to be so much larger." I was turning even redder now. He must think I was such an idiot, of course the one bed rooms would be larger. Okay stop talking, move furniture, go back to my apartment and die of embarrassment. He flashed me his sexy smile that just seemed to melt me even more. "Seriously kid you are so damn cute. Okay so I just had my new TV mounted on the wall and I want to move the couch over there to the opposite wall. We each got on one side of the couch and presided to move it to the wall. "Wow that was surprisingly heavier than it looks," I said. "It's a hide-a-bed which makes it a lot heavier, but it's a really comfy couch so I can't bear to part with it." He sat down on the couch and patted next to him. "Have a seat and see for yourself." I cautiously sat down on the far side of the couch and sunk into the most comfortable couch I'd ever sat on. "Oh wow you weren't kidding." He smiled again. Damn him and those smiles. "So where'd you move from?" "Umm, a small town in Kansas." "So I imagine the city must be quite the change for you." "Yeah its amazing. There's so many guys here." He chuckled again. "So did you leave a girlfriend," he paused for a second before adding, "or boyfriend behind?" "Uhh, umm, no, no girlfriend." I looked up at him and then stuttered, "and umm no boyfriend either." His smile for even bigger. "A cute thing liked you won't be single for long here in the city." "You think I'm cute?" Oh my god I can't believe I just asked a man if he thought I was cute. This guy was seriously going to be the death of me. "Son, I think you're fucking adorable. Can I ask you a question, no judgment I promise." "Okay sure," I answered nervously. "Are you a virgin son?" Yep that's it, dying of embarrassment. "It's okay, I promise no judgment son." I looked up at him and saw his kind smile. "I've never been with anyone. My parents are very religious and don't believe in sex outside of marriage." "That's okay. Some people believe that and that's perfectly alright," he paused then added, "for them, but other people need sex, lots of sex and that's okay too." "Umm yeah well I've lived a pretty sheltered life." He smiled really big. "Well son, you're not in Kansas any more. You're free to be whatever you want to be. Did you date much back home?" "No sir. I wasn't really interested in dating any of the girls around me. I just concentrated on school." "Can I ask you another question son?" "Of course. Not sure I can embarrass myself much more now." He started laughing. "You're fine, everyone has to start somewhere. So Cody, are you gay?" I went bright red. "I umm, I umm, umm, think so sir." "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm gay. Would you like to kiss me son?" He placed his hand on my leg and I froze. I looked him in his eyes and my little penis was rock hard. I swallowed and shook my head yes. He leaned in and very gently started kissing me. Oh man I was in trouble.

Intro: It was a dark, stormy night in April Joey, a closeted 25 year old anal virgin, decided to redownload grindr, a4a and bbrt. Joey has only met up with two men online, and both times were to give head. He has craved the feeling of being a used up slut for dirty old men. Drunkenly, Joey made one of the biggest decision of his life... Joey made an ad on Bbrt. The ad description said “Virgin bottom, needs daddy to break him in and train him to please.” Inside the ad Joey made sure to include the kinky way he wanted to lose his sweet cherry; he wanted to find someone to facilitate a gangbang, then take sleeping pills to black out, be used by random men, and be shown the video upon awakening. He posted at around 10pm and dozed off on the couch until about 1am. He checked for replies and there was one that stood out from drugdaddyraw, it stated “have your hole cleaned and be ready to get fucked up and abused within the hour. I tracked your location, no flaking on me like all the other fags you pussy out on. “ Joey began trembling but read on, “I’m sending you my location. Be here by 2:15 or I will tell your friends, family and anyone you live with that you were trolling for raw daddy cock to bust your cherry. You are now my new fuck slave” to be continued if wanted.

The following story is fiction, but the premise is based on real life experiences. Needless to say, 2020 was off to a terrible start. Even without a global pandemic, life had become abysmally bad. My name is Mark. I had just turned 25. I grew up in New England. Small high school, team sports, honors and AP classes, etc. I went to a state school, did pretty well there majoring in a Pre-Med field but never took the step to follow through with medical school. After graduating I took a job at a prestigious R&D facility. The only problem was that it was located in my hometown. With 150 kids in my graduating class, you can imagine the gay scene left a lot to be desired, to say the least. I applied for months to other jobs, but finally after lots of interviews and being edged-out by someone else, I got one. So right after I turned 25 around Christmas I packed up and moved in with some old college friends in Boston with a spare room. The first few days were great. But things quickly went down hill. I bounced my car off a couple guardrails and got a DWI (being a straight edge kid from a rural town, I had never even gotten so much as a speeding ticket). My childhood friend committed suicide. The guy I had been dating for six months in Boston before the move decided to go back to his ex. And some of my friends decided that I was damaged goods after the DWI and never spoke to me again. I'd be lying if I said I didn't consider jumping into the harbor and ending it. Pre-social distancing, I was pretty active sexually. I'd have one or two hookups a week. I'm a bottom. I'm pretty average looking, brown hair, brown eyes, beard. I'm not fit but I'm not fat either. I've been told I'm actually very charismatic, which probably explains why I've managed to hook up and date guys way out of my league. But during this time I didn't really care about looks or anything else. Just their dicks. Most of them were one time things. I took them all and never used a condom. If I'm being honest I hadn't used condoms since I was 21. The youngest was an 18 year old hockey player at Harvard. The oldest was some grandpa in an alley near Methadone Mile. And everything in between. Blowjobs in club bathrooms, shady hotel sex, etc. I'm still amazed that I didn't catch anything. Looking back on it, I think I was channeling my depression into other outlets, mainly sex. By early February it was all finally too much. I was walking back to my apartment. A married guy had messaged me to come over from, he bred me then kicked me out saying his wife and kid were on their way home. It was pretty early and not very far, but it had turned windy and cold, so I ordered an Uber. Only instead of going home, I went downtown to a bar I liked. It was small, nothing special but that was why I liked it. I had a beer, then started walking along the water. I stopped and looked out over the black water for what seemed like forever before jumping over the railing that separated the sidewalk from the water. I closed my eyes and fell forward, the shock of the water sending knives of cold through my skin. I felt a strange sensation of moving back towards shore instead of farther out, and suddenly felt myself on dry land. "Are you okay? Stay with me, don't fall asleep", a low but warm voice said. That's when I turned my head and saw Michael, the man that would change my life in more ways than one in the coming weeks. ........................................ This is my first time writing. Kind of a long preamble but setting the stage for later. Feedback appreciated.

*This is my first attempt at writing on this site, and work in progress. After years of wanking I figured I may as well be creative too. Any similarities to actual people or events is entirely fictional.* My name is Josh, and this is the story of how I became Pup Maximus: a journey I’d always been on the road towards it seems since I was first introduced to kink many years ago, and which culminated in an unforgettable night that changed my life. Growing up I’d always been fortunate to be in an understanding family. We ate reasonably healthy at most meals, playing outdoors with other children was encouraged, and a moderately physical regimen of soccer and cross country in high school and college meant as an adult I’d adopted a lean, muscular physique. At 24, I’d graduated late from the university with an engineering degree and started a new job, spending much of my free time at the gym keeping up old habits and slowly branching out socially at work and in the local gay scene. I was wrapping up my gym routine on a Tuesday afternoon after work, finishing a 4-mile run on the treadmill when my phone beeped through my headphones to indicate I’d received a new text message. As I stopped the machine and finished wiping it down, I opened my phone to read the message as I walked to the locker room to shower. My buddy Bryan, a fellow kinkster and pup had messaged me, there was going to be a pup party with several handlers and masters this Saturday – was I going? I felt a reflexive thickening in my workout shorts as I finished reading the message as my cock responded to the animal instincts my pup side loved to revel in. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I opened my locker and disrobed, grabbing my towel and headed for the shower, pausing as we all do to admire the work years of effort had wrought in the mirror. At 6 foot even, I was 185 lbs of lean muscle, my white skin saw the sun when I ran outside but little otherwise. Appreciably sized arms and shoulders gave way to a mostly firm chest covered in a soft layer of brown fur, which trailed down my abs towards my cock, which sat in stark contrast to my thick bush. My hazel eyes glanced at my scruffy face. In a weeks time it might be a more presentable beard, but for now it was that slightly scraggly in-between, I made a mental note to clean it up a bit before this weekend. Admiring my firm ass for a moment I reached down and gave my cock a playful tug, savoring the momentary absence of other men in the locker room to pleasure myself. As I pulled the foreskin back across the head of my cock I felt it began to thicken and swell in response, my limp 5 inch cock slowly beginning its journey to it’s full 7 and a half inch erect size. I stepped away from the mirror into the shower and stroked under the water for a few minutes, enjoying the sensations in the post endorphin high from working out, thinking on Bryan’s text message. All of Bryan’s pup events he attended were always fun, and I’d become more comfortable with each passing one with being a pup, losing myself in the escape of it all, that unbound freedom to just be who I really was without needing to meet any of societies choking expectations, just cavorting away with my fellow animal minded men, thrusting into and being thrust into with them. I finished my shower, toweling off carefully to avoid spurring a repeated erect amid the locker room’s attendees, and as I got dressed I messaged Bryan back - I was up for going. We exchanged a few other texts: time, place, gear, expectations. I spent much of the rest of the week preparing for the event, trimming down the forest of my pubes to something more presentable, and trimmed the slowly forming beard so that it was cleanly defined. Bryan’s instructions had mentioned that there were to be strict rules regarding play at the party, pups were expected to serve the master that chose them for play and were asked not to cum for as long as possible before arriving. By Saturday evening I had a steady stream of precum leaking from my cock as I laid out my clothing for the night: a black and red pup hood, matching colored harness, jockstrap, socks, and sneakers. Red was always a power color for me, one that matched my sexual energy and aggression, on both sides of the equation. Donning my gear I stared in the mirror at the otter pup before me and felt my cock start to rise in my jock, my precum staining the fabric. Doffing my hood, I placed it into a backpack and donned jeans and a light jacket over my gear, then packed a few bottles of water, lube, condoms, and fresh poppers in my bag. Taking a deep breath to calm excited nerves, I locked my apartment and went to meet up with Bryan and attend the nights festivities. A brief subway hop took me to Bryan’s apartment, where his smiling face greeted me at the door as we shared a brief kiss as hello. Bryan is kind of my opposite, 6’3”, bearded but otherwise hairless, honey-brown skin, and a whopping 225lbs last he’d checked of burgeoning muscle. Just watching him pick up a glass of water and hand it to me memorized my eyes by the play of muscle under the skin. “Oye, pay attention damnit.” He said, laughing as he waved the glass of water in front of my face. I laughed nervously, taking the glass from him and taking a drink to pause and collect my thoughts before apologizing. “Sorry man, but you know what it’s like when you’ve not gotten one off in a few days. Everything becomes distracting.” That elicited a laugh from him before he exited to the bedroom to get dressed for the evening. I followed, laying on the bed as he stripped and exposed his muscular ass to me and his limp, seven inch cut cock. My own member stirred in my jock as I remembered the first time I’d felt his full 9 inches burrow deep inside me, the first time I’d ever been barebacked as a pup. We’d become best friends it seemed like ever since. Finishing his own prep, Bryan was the green to my red, a color that while I had no affinity for, was nonetheless calming in it’s shade, helping make the giant man he was something less intimidating. He growled at me playfully, cock rising steadily, and I gave him a questioning look. “It’s been a few weeks Josh, let me help you warm up for the evening.” Bryan moved purposefully towards me, flipping me over onto my stomach and tossed me my hood from my bag. Putting it on as he pulled down my jeans, I took a hit of poppers from the bottle on his nightstand and sighed as the world outside fell away and only my inner animal was allowed to remain. His wet tongue was at my hole first, slowly probing the entrance to my love canal while his strong hands kneaded my furry buns. A minute of this had his spit dripping down my taint and onto my balls, soaking the fabric with more than just my precum. He withdrew behind me and stood up and I felt the hefty slap of his swollen manhood against my hole. While not as thick as I was, nine inches is nine inches, and he waited patiently as I took a double hit of poppers before feeling him begin to work his way inside me. Steady pressure at first, as my body and mind fought with each other until with a gasp and stretch, I felt him move inside me, the head of his raw cock pushing into my ass as it had so many times before. A low, animal whimper and moan escaped my mouth as he slowly sank his shaft into my hungry hole. I grunted at the initial discomfort as he pushed past my second ring and came home, resting deep inside me, with his balls against my hole. I could feel him throbbing, fighting back the urge to cum, and I squeezed my ass around his shaft playfully, knowing even still his precum was leaking into me. “Hey that’s no fair Josh, I can’t cum either yet damnit.” Bryan gave a few gentle thrusts back and forth before withdrawing, leaving my empty, but desperately hungry inside. I flipped over, looking again at him with questioning eyes. “Well if you can’t finish what you started then when start pressing my buttons ya beautiful mutt?” While expressions are hard to tell beyond the cock of a head in a hood, I could tell he was grinning slightly, which gave way to a sheepish smile as he took off and packed his hood. “Well I wanted to see how deeply you prepared for one…and I always love spending time in you. You know that Josh, right? Tonight we wont get to play together but I wanted to have just a taste anyway.” I pulled off my own hood, packing it away as I pulled my jeans up and gave him a kiss. We’d decided long ago that a relationship wasn’t for us, but we still had moments like these that always seemed to give us both an awkward pause. “Anyway” he continued, “my understanding is that Masters are going to pick pups for the evening. Are you excited?” “I am” I replied, “though I’d be lying if I wasn’t slightly hesitant about taking orders from someone I don’t know. Are they all new, or some regulars?” “A mix I think, I know Dan and Patrick will be there” he responded. Dan and Patrick were friends we’d know for 5 months, a couple that enjoyed playing with others in and out of kink, but always topped. As we locked up his apartment and set out for our destination for the evening, I shivered slightly from the low seventies temperature outside and the excitement within me. Another subway hop and a brief walk brought us to a dimly lit, four story townhouse in what looked to be a nicer neighborhood, which caused me to relax slightly. A knock on the door of the residence left us waiting a minute before the door opened, revealing what was undoubtedly a Master. Leather clad head to toe was a man of Bryan’s stature, with a sizable bulge resting in his crotch. Likely Italian or Greek descent I thought to myself, with thick fur poking out from the top of his shirt and melting into a well groomed but equally thick beard, and deep brown eyes. We checked in politely with him, Bryan offering our names to be checked off, before we were invited to proceed inside, with instructions to head to the first room and get prepared. We did as ordered, entering the front room with curtain drawn and only a few candles for illumination. We disrobed from out street wear, tossing them into our bags, and I put a bottle of poppers on a chain around my neck as we donned our hoods. Thus in uniform, we reemerged to the main hallway to find our door greet and presumed host waiting. After a nod of approval, he motioned us to follow, leading us upstairs to a large loft area with several other individuals already present. Couches had been arrayed to face a series of five standalone circular ottomans, with several other Masters and handlers on the couches facing three other pups on all fours. “Red, you take the one on the end, green, take the other one.” Our hosts voice was deep, calm, self-assured, and above all else, commanding. The kind of voice that you found yourself agreeing with unconsciously, that never needed to yell or shout to get it’s point across. By the time I realized I’d registered what he’d said, Bryan and I were on all fours, waiting patiently. Our host walked to the middle of the room, taking a moment to ensure all eyes and ears were focused on him before he spoke again. “I am Master Marcus. Welcome to my home handlers, fellow Masters and Sirs, and of course, precious pups. Tonight is a night of exploration, where we each find one another and test the limits of what we are capable of. Pups, all we ask is you trust your superiors, and to obey without question. If you cannot do that, I invite you to gather your things and to leave now.” A pause hung in the air, a formal not of finality. After a few second, it seemed to pass and looks of approval seemed to register within the faces on the couches. Master Marcus snapped a finger and a handler came over with a small basket, which he began foraging around in. After a moment, he withdrew a strip of paper and stared at me. “It seems my boy, you and I will have the pleasure of one another’s company tonight.” Inside my jock, my cock began to leak again.

Hey guys kinda new here. I’m a married guy (woman) and father of three kids. Wife recently found out she’s expecting the fourth. Meanwhile, life in the bedroom has come to a near screeching halt and I find myself addicted to breeding ass. Of course with the new social distancing it’s been weeks but I’m craving it like never before. I’ve been trying to keep my mind off it by watching straight porn to jerk off but I always end up online chatting with bb bottoms. Thinking about checking into PrEP but not sure of the risk associated with being strictly a top guy. Idk why I’m posting...just cabin fever I guess peace boys.

My popper fogged mind tried to process his words as he drove the dildo in and out of my second sphincter a while longer. Feeling tender as he withdrew it from my body I felt a decided pop of air as it left my body. My hole was more than certainly stretched as wide as it had probably ever been in recent memory. His hands caressed my ass and I felt the warm wetness and scruff of his beard as he began to rim my gaping pup kunt. One hand left me, then another. After a moment, his mouth left my ass and I find myself suddenly craving his attention again. Anything, a toy, his touched, his hot mouth, anything. Another sound off unzipping came from behind my body, and I felt his presence return between my legs. “Inhale boy. Let your senses fly.” I responded with a deep woof and took a double hit. My paws had barely closed the bottle of poppers when I felt it a shift on the bed as he came behind me. My restraints were undone, and I came around to face my handsome master, moaning as I saw him in his glory. Cap still on his head, he’d lit a cigar as he’s come to bed, and resting semi erect against his torso was easily the largest uncut cock I’d ever had face to face in my life. Still growing, it was already 8 inches and continuing, and his girth was swelling to the size of my forearm. Large, egg sized nuts sat hanging low in his sack against the bed, a thick red cock ring at the base of his manhood standing out sharply against his black fur. I longed to embrace him, to worship him, but I knew my place here. Had it spanked into my ass and myself caged to remind me of that place. He was my superior here, and frankly, I found myself wanting that on more than just a kink level as he sat there slowly puffing. His obscene cock continuing to engorge with blood, foreskin slowly rolling back as he neared the apex of his erection. An easily ten inch, thick, veiny uncut slab of cock lay against the man before me. His foreskin had rolled back to reveal a beautifully swollen purple head, leaking his precious precum. “If you come forward, and take this cock into your mouth, I expect you to worship it boy. This is the most superior cock you will have ever taken inside you. Worship it well and I will fuck pup, I will cum inside you, and you will be mine. Forever.” He puffed his cigar, his words hanging in the silence. “Unlike the other master’s here boy, my seed is special, potent, and toxic. Do you understand me?” I sat there on all fours, numbed momentarily. This god of a man before me had HIV, and he wanted to fuck it into my body and infect me. No warning bells sounded; no voice of alarm echoed through my head. He’s paddled that out of me and tease my hole open beyond the point of concern. He was truly my superior, in every way, and I needed him to become part of me, whatever the cost. I just looked at him in the eyes and nodded, and affirmative woof leaving my lips. Reaching a hand to the back of my head, he pulled my face towards his cock and ordered me to begin. My lips were greeted by the wet sweetness of his precum and I ribbed them against his cock head. My hand reach forward to grasp his fat shaft, causing more of his clear nectar to ooze forth as I opened my mouth to seal my fate. My other hand reach to the base of his shaft as his head entered my mouth and I began to rub my tongue sexually against it. Every fiber of my being was electrified in this moment, suffused with a need to worship this man, though any means necessary, and make him feel good. A low growl escaped his lips as I dedicated my life to please him in this moment, my hand alternating strokes up and down his thick meat while my head bobbed up and down upon it’s tip. Slowly, my jaw managed to relax more and more and he began to work himself into my throat, which struggled to contain his presence. I could feel his girth making my throat tender after several minutes spend sucking and choking as he growled and voice his approval, one hand always on the back of my head, in control. After several more minutes of this, his hand withdrew and I stopped immediately, looking up at him as his cock withdrew from my mouth, precum and spit coating my beard beneath my hood. “Are you ready to become mine pup, to have part of me inside you forever, and be owned by me the rest of your life?” I squeaked out an affirmative woof off key, his cock in my through had done a number on my ability to speak, but earned a beaming grin from him nonetheless. He stirred, pulling me up and pushed his lips against mine under the snout of my hood. The smell of his muck and smoke hit my nose, as my tongue danced against his and my heart began to beat even faster, the last vestiges of the human me fading fast as he picked me up and carried me back over to the sling. Depositing me, my legs were again restrained, but arms free, and I rubbed his beautiful coat of fur as he pulled out lube from the side table and began to finger fuck me. As he touched me inside with his hand, fingers probing to the second knuckle deep, borderline trying to fist my ass, I felt my cock once again begin to stir, and I whimpered apologetically as it continued to rise, eventually filling it’s confines, somewhat painfully. He withdrew his hands and began to lube the upper part of his shaft, rubbing the fat mushroom head of his cock against my hole, teasing it again and again. “Time to be fucked forever boy. I own your life as of now.” Before I could take liberties with poppers or he could order it, he pushed the head of his cock in with a firm thrust and I saw stars. Even with my prior stretching, there was a definitive stretch as the thick heat of his member entered my body, eliciting a and unintelligible and loud moan I’m sure could be heard from the street. I felt my hole tense up and legs shake, my eyes rolled back with the pain and pleasure his entry caused me. Looking down, he stood between my legs, the towering mass of his cock outstretched between us, connected to my body with his fat head resting within my loins. He nodded down at me with a smile, telling me what a good boy I was, reaching forward with a hand to rub my fur and grasp the bottle of poppers around my neck. A firm yank broke the slender chain and he uncapped the bottle, drinking in it’s fumes over several hit before ordering me to hit hard. As the nigh drunken rush of poppers hit me I saw his head roll back in the air towards the ceiling in the firelight, and he began to push inside of me further. The next several minutes were spent with me steadily huffing on command as more and more of his massive cock pushed inside of me until I felt him push against my second ring. I looked up at him with concern in my eyes through my hood, knowing he still had another few inches to go at least. Both of his hands began to rub my chest and tease my nipples, relaxing my body as he gave another order to inhale deep. And again. And again. “I’m sorry my boy, but this is necessary, and you will thank me later.” He thrust, hard. I felt something inside myself give as he rushed past my second sphincter and I felt the hair of his thick bush resting against my hole. His hand took mine and guided it down to my belly, where I felt the bulge of his cock making itself known to my touch. “ I’m part of you forever now baby, no other man will be enough to satisfy you.” He pulled back, dragging part of my insides with his fat cock head as he withdrew, my eyes rolling back in my skull as this sensation took over my body. I felt warm heat being replaced my heartless vacuum, emptiness as he withdrew his cock to the tip, pulling my hole outward slightly as he did so, and then began to push back inside again. A strong ache as he pushed past my second sphincter again and into me, the bulge reappearing under our hands. Another withdrawl and insertion. After a minute of the slow, rhythmic pace I felt my body relax, every last nerve either too frayed by the pain or to numb with pleasure to continue resisting. He began to slowly increase his pace as I find myself floating along on the tides of his lovemaking and the high of the poppers we began to share together. This man, this HIV-positive, charged up, toxic bull of a man was fucking me, wanted to be my Master, and own me. And it felt to right, so proper to think that as I lay there with my legs suspended, his manhood sawing my body in half at a steady pace. His balls began to slap my firm ass at a steady rate as the wet slurping sound of my gaping pup kunt stretched around his shaft filled the room, my moans and his grunts playing back and forth through the space between us. His breathing began to grow heavier and heavier, as his cock unbelievably began to swell further with his pending orgasm, the thrust becoming less tender and more forceful as he approached his climax. “You are my pup. My owned boy. You serve me.” His thrusting became painful inside, my insides bruising under his assault, my hand feeling the impact as he bottomed out again and again inside me. “You are my pup. My beautiful, furry, POZ pup.” He yelled loudly, grasping both my legs and bottoming out inside me. I felt his member throbbing inside me and beneath my hand, the wet string of his seed flooding my bruised fuck chute as he spent himself, and to my surprise I felt the wet splash of my own seed rocketing from my cock in it’s cage, coating my fur in what was likely my last negative load. Master stayed inside me until his cock grew limp, fall out heavily from my destroyed hole with an unceremonious plop. I could feel a wet trickle of seed and most likely given everything, blood, dripping from my hole as his sweaty from took a step backwards and he reached towards the table to grab a massive tail plug, pushing it inside me. No additional lube was needed- between his load and my internal juices leaking, it fit with only minimal resistance. He helped my weak form out of the sling and over to the bed, laying beside and spooning me, one arm possessively wrapped around me. “You are Pup Maximus now boy. You gave it your all, and I will make sure you always have it.” It’s been 3 years since that day, and true to his word, we are married and I am a happily owned and proud POZ pup, serving my Master daily as his daily pup to fuck and on occasion when I’m a good boy, filling other pups under his supervision with my masters seed from my balls.

Totally agree. It was when I saw him use the word "bitch" to describe the nurse that I knew he was the example of a true COVIDiot and needed to be called out. Every step in what he did just showed a complete lack of concern for other people. I don't really give a shit that it was hooking up. I'm equally upset with the fundamentalists who are still going to church. They're also stupid, possibly even bigger COVIDiots. And to be clear your mention of "contact" is spot on. I do a fair amount of cycling and I see people online attacking people who are still cycling. Yes, for something like cycling you need to reduce the chance of crash as much as possible. But done right, cycling can be a very low risk activity. To me it's about risk reduction, and that's the way it's similar to the AIDS pandemic.

Thank you for this, RawTOP! I had someone approach me for a hookup a couple of weekends ago and replied that I was staying home that weekend ("stay the fuck at home" was what I said), and got a rude reply basically accusing me of being a snowflake (which I wasn't - I'm not concerned much about my personal safety, I just know how to do math and why distancing is necessary). I bitch slapped him into next week, and had been feeling a shadow of guilt about it. Guilt dispersed!

It is very nice to read a story by someone who is actually literate. Spelling, punctuation, grammar, plot and character development and everything. More, please.

I like your style and storytelling. Instead of cutting straight to sex, you develop these characters and make them human instead of pigs. Good job.

Round 2 I couldn't resist. I knew I needed to do it again. All anonymous, just more cock and more loads. I reran my Grindr post two days later in another motel in another town. I had to change rooms once. I told the clerk it was because someone had apparently smoked in this non-smoking room but the real reason was because when I put tape over the door lock it wouldn't stay closed, the hinges misaligned. I needed my guests to be able to just push on the door to gain access without me having to get off my knees on the edge of the bed to open the door. I was done with work earlier than normal but not early enough to catch the afternoon crowd. I knew there would be little response during the supper hours, at least not until after dark. And that is exactly how it panned out. It seems I catch little interest on a mid-week evening and being summertime the daylight stayed out longer. Bored, I cleaned out thoroughly, had a few drinks, read a few Last Load stories while stroking but without trying to cum. I dozed off when I was awakened by the Grindr notification brrrpp, a sound I recognized immediately and have even heard in public a few times. "Got condoms?" "On the nightstand" I replied. My bio goes out of the way to say I take loads but falls short of mentioning condoms. Sigh. But I needed that first starter cock, raw or not. His bio showed a man about 30, young face, lots of tats, sixteen miles away and kinda rough looking. He asked if the room was dark. It wasn't yet but the sun had now set so it wouldn't be long. He said he needed a shower as he couldn't even stand his own smell but would be right over afterwards. He asked for the room number but I told him I didn't give that out until a man was within a few hundred feet according to Grindr's GPS. I told him it was because I had too many no-shows or guys who show up after I've called it a night. He understood. He asked if he could bring a friend but I said I didn't do groups in motel rooms, preferring to save that for bathhouses. He said okay. I didn't hear back from him for about a half-hour. The sun was gone and the room was truly dark now except for a night light I bring to put a dim light to my ass and the nightstand where the lube and poppers were near the front edge, the condoms near the back edge hopefully discouraging being seen too easily and used. He was on his way, still 15 miles though. He asked for reassurance it was dark as he didn't want to be recognized. I told him it was but I'm thinking to myself why did he put his picture up on Grindr? Twenty minutes later, he messaged me he was nearby. Sure enough, 492 feet away. "You read my bio, right?" He replied he had with, "Yep. No talking. Pump and dump." Good. He understood. "Room 135. Just push on door." I put down my phone, turned on my hidden infra-red camera, lubed up and assumed the position, jockstrap on with ass up in the air and then put my blindfold on. My heartbeat increased a bit when I heard the door open and close, but as soon as his hand brushed my ass I relaxed. I heard his zipper go down (my absolute favorite sound!), then his pants fell off and he kicked them away. He stepped up and started rubbing his full but still soft cock up and down my crack. After about a minute, he put his hand on my neck and turned my head sideways and down as he pushed his cock into my mouth. He needed help getting hard. I wasn't a fan of giving head at pumpndumps but he needed it. Putting my best into it, I had him super hard within two minutes when he roughly pushed me back into position and started stabbing for my hole. He was forceful, got it lined up quickly, and just shoved hard. Ugh. It was a ripping pain, the kind that has me making sounds of pain from my lips. Damn if that didn't excite him. He didn't rabbit but he pulled back all the way out and shoved it back in several times rapidly, my sphincter clearly be abused. It dawned on me he hadn't had time to rubber up. I was getting it raw after all. "Brrrpp." The Grindr notification sound. I ignored it. I was getting fucked deep. My man grabbed my hips and pulled me back on to him for the deepest penetration. Then he reached around for my tits. I don't have any but guys still do that for some reason. Then he starts making those unmistakable noises of a man about to take what is rightfully his to use. He fires in deeply, my heels going upwards to his ass to push him in further, and he gives me all he has to give. He lays on top of me for about ten seconds (which always feels much longer), then gets up, lightly taps my ass twice, gets dressed and leaves. I stay exactly like I am until I hear his car pull away, the sign that he is not coming back. I pull off my blindfold, then grab my phone and send him a quick thank you. He replied, "No, thank YOU!" He's happy. I hope he's around next time I'm in town even if it was a bit rougher than my usual anonymous fuck. Back to Grindr. There were actually four notifications but I only heard one sound. It looks like three Grindr ads and one guy with no picture asklng, "Looking?" I check his bio again. It simply says he is Latino and a top. But it also shows him just 600 feet away. I wonder if I'm ready right away or if I need a break for a few minutes when he messages, "I'm by the restaurant out front. Room number?" This is exactly what I like. No pictures. No status. No endless messaging or talking. Complete anonymity (and risk) at its finest. I sent him my room number and crawled back on the bed. Blindfold in place, he was pushing on the door as I stuck my phone under the pillow. Thirty seconds later he was undressed and behind me, bent over and asks me, "How many loads you got in you?" I raise my index finger. I hear a muttered, "Oh yeah" and he slams it in deep in one stroke. He knew I was lubed from the last guy and he just went right for it. This dude was hard! It felt like a steel bar. I quickly feared I was getting sodomized by some sort of foreign object when I felt his balls slap my ass. Whew! It knocked the wind out of me. But he let me get used to it before he started stroking. It didn't take him long at all. He asked, "Where do you want it?" to which I replied by shoving my ass all the way back onto his cock while using my heels to hold his ass. A few quick jerks and he was done. He backed up, grabbed a washcloth at the sink, wiped himself off and got dressed. He thanked me as he was opening the door to leave and said he hoped we could do it again next time with just him alone. Then he closed the door. I was puzzled by that "just me alone" but pulled out my phone as I let my knees slip down to the mattress to rest. One minute later, I received a message from the first guy. I guess he felt the need to tell me he brought his friend over my objection and they just took turns with one waiting a few hundred feet away. Okay. I can live with that. It explains why the second guy was so close. I thanked them both and said to look for me next time and we might do a threesome. I got up off my stomach and immediately felt the cum trying to egress my hole. I stuck a finger in, smelled the bleachy scent, and licked my finger clean. I was actually pretty tired but I craved more. Usually I wait for guys to answer my ad as many are looking for love and not hookups, but I saw there were a few guys within a couple miles who were looking for "right now" and NSA. I "tapped" a couple guys to see if any responded. One replied with "Ass pic now" so I sent it to him. I never send them unless I'm asked. When they ask for a face pic I tell them that my ass is all they see when they come in. Some are interested and those are the ones I message with. He seemed aggressive so I sent it. "Room number" was all he wrote back. He must have like what he saw. He was 1-2 miles away. I asked him if he read the profile and he said, "Of course. What's the fuckin room number?" A little hesitant but still in need I gave it to him. I then read his full bio. "29, black, 6'5", 270 lbs, and "I'll make you feel every inch and I cum in cup-sized loads." I added a little more lube and got into position when I heard a diesel truck pull up. "Coming in" was his text. I put down the phone and the blindfold on. The door opened and shut. He said, "Nice ass. I'd like to hit it for a while but I'm in a hurry. I hope you're ready. I gotta get to work in a few." I heard him strip and put his clothes on the chair. No foreplay. He started getting himself hard with one hand while pushing two really thick fingers from his other hand into my ass. He felt the wetness and said, "I guess there is no need to lube" right before he stuffed that huge salami into me. He became a man on a mission but he was a gentle giant. He pushed me forward onto my belly and then put his entire weight on top of me, his cock well seated in me. He starts moving side to side and in circles and changes direction, clearly widening my hole as he plows me. His mouth near my ear, he says, "I don't know my status but I want to unload in you. So it's your call. Do you want my seed or do you want me to shoot somewhere else?" In response, I again started pushing back on my man but I moved as if I was pushing him off me. He said, "Too bad, because I already finished. " With that he stood up, slapped my ass hard, and got dressed. He saw my butt plug by the nightstand, grabbed it and pushed it in me. Catching my breath still from this whole scene, his parting words were, "Hold it all in until it is absorbed inside you. There is a lot of cum in there." As I heard his truck pull away, I smiled. Three loads is enough for tonight. I messaged him a thank you. He replied with "Keep my babies warm." I got up, turned off my hidden IR camera. Then crashed.

Long time reader of the forums, felt inspired to write a small thing of my own. Posted a shorter version originally on my Bdsmlr @Cuckyou. First time writing, hope you enjoy. 😉 (If the images are in violation, or need to be taken down, let know and I gladly will). ======= It was so sweet when our anniversary came around. I had asked my boyfriend of a few years if he was willing to do anything for me. After the romantic dinner, night out, how could he say no? He looked me in the eyes and said he would do anything. I tried to hide the smirk that slowly crept up on my face. "Can you bottom for me tonight?" I asked, knowing that he was too into the lovey-dovey mood to say now. "Sure." He said, kissing me softly on the forehead. After he finished preparing himself, I threw myself at him. Bent him over the bed, ate his delicious untouched tight hole (since he's a top, and rarely bottoms for me). Even licked at his balls while under him, making sure he got sufficiently horny. "Can we be kinky today babe? After all this cute stuff today, nothing would turn me on than to treat you like a whore." He looked at me curiously, but his arousal betrayed him and he agreed. I nearly wet myself at the thought of what would happen next. Thankfully he was flexible enough to not mind when I bound his wrists to his ankles, spread eagle on the edge of the bed. "Oh baby that feels so good, eat my slutty hole," he said, getting into the "roleplay." Little did he know that this was going to be much more real than expected. I tongue fucked his innocent hole, prepping it for the fun. "Alright baby I hope you enjoy your anniversary present," I said, pulling out a cock cage and a gag. "What is all that?" He said, curiosity turning into concern. "It's so that you keep you fucking voice down while I do what I asked earlier: Treating you like a fucking whore." My aggressive tone, along with the fact that I quickly locked his cock in caused him to become more resistant. "What the fuck babe!" He began to struggle, but to no avail. After some minutes I was able to get the gag in his mouth and there he was, my little soon-to-be cumdump boyfriend. I snapped some photos of him (neck down of course, I wasn't that much of an asshole) and posted them on BBRT for some hungry tops to come around. My boyfriend tried pleading with me through his gag while I spent the next half an hour working my fingers in and out of his hole, loosening up his boy pussy. He groaned and thrashed around, trying to break free but all it did was drive my fingers deeper and deeper into his tight top hole. "You sure you're not meant to be a bottom baby? You look like you're enjoying this." And although his angry glare made him seem angry, his caged cock was leaking precum all over his stomach. I made sure to lovingly scoop it up and work that into his hole too. I'm a good boyfriend after all, I want him to be a comfortable stupid whore. When the first guy arrived, a malicious smirk grew on his face as well. "Damn man, I knew you said on the ad that your boyfriend is into whoring roleplays, but he seems really mad. Sure he's up for this?" I smiled back innocently. "Oh yes, he gets really into roleplay. He's nasty fucking slut." With that, the dude began to disrobe to reveal a massive uncut cock, still a bit soft at 6". I grew ravenous. I left my bound boyfriend on the bed and went on my knees in front of the new alpha. "Can I help you get started?" He looked down at me, amused. "Go ahead." I worshipped his cock (making sure that I was still at a good angle for my boyfriend to watch me suck off this stranger on our anniversary). The precum was salty, but delicious. I think maybe the betrayal and lying added to the flavor. After getting our visitor's cock nice and erect at a meaty 8", I made sure to build up a good wad of precum and saliva in my mouth. "Wait here," I was able to gurgle out, while I moved back to my boyfriend who grew tired of resisting. He looked up at me with pleading eyes. Oh how I would love this. I drooled out the mixture of cum and saliva over his eyes, acting as a liquid blindfold. I moved down to his ears and said, "HIs cock is massive baby. If you want to enjoy this as much as I am, you're gonna need to be a little popper whore for me okay? I love you much baby. Now take deep hits." I flipped him on his stomach, still spread eagle, and held up a bottle to his nose. He could only sob and take as many hits as I forced him. With that, the popper rush took over and with some difficulty, he was pounded for a good hour by the bull until his cunt was creamed. I thanked the bull for his time and massaged by boy's used hole with my fingers. "You did great baby, now only a few more hours to go." My boyfriend raised his head to look at me with glossy, poppered eyes and laid it back down to rest. In that moment, I knew he gave up. And how did the night end? I ended up having to moderate and hold his poor head up for poppers every few minutes in order to keep him relaxed. Poor boy seemed like he was beginning to get sore after the 3rd anonymous cock flooded his cunt. "You're doing great baby this is so hot. I love this anniversary present." I kissed his ball gag which was covered in his saliva and tears from all the crying and popper gooning. He had a long night ahead of him. At least another dozen loads until his mind was broken and I could enjoy fucking his sloppy pussy myself. Love you baby.

lt's fun to meet a faggot to fuck it and piss on it but sometimes its fun to just piss on some whore with no warning at all. lt really puts them in their place and reminds them that I have no respect for them as a person. One time l was in a porntheatre and one of the regular community fuckholes was there so when he came over and got on his knees to blow me l made him take off all his clothes and hand them to me. Skinny little 110 pound faggot so the old trolls loved breeding him. So I offered his ass and mouth to a few other randoms and pulled out a huge dildo and rammed it up his ass to fuck the loads into him.After I fucked the whore doggystyle on the dirty floor l made him fuck my load in with the dildo on his hands and knees on the floor and pissed all over him. Even got him to look up so I could piss in his face. Another time @LittleCumSewerwas in a public restroom at the mall taking loads naked in a stall and I went in and pissed on him then pulled him out of the stall naked and bent him over the sinks and fucked him up the ass with a couple guys watching soaked in my piss. Do you ever just piss on a faggot without him asking for it or warning it?

Thanks RT, I am amazed at the amount of people still messaging me to Fuck.. quite a few married guys seem to be flooding my inbox. My answer is always No. I try and advise the danger, falls on deaf ears sad to say. I work in the health system as a key role worker and even I am so frightened same as my excellent collegues of what we are taking home after our long shifts, Have I cought something today, my mental health is stretched as it really is bad ; beyond anything I have ever witnessed, Families/partners cannot be with their poorly person at the crucial time and the person sometimes dies alone and even cremated with limited people allowed to attend. so I most certainly wont be hooking up anytime soon. On another note, some idiots today, still in groups, still playing football, walking down the street with little children not protected etc. The world is changing rapidly at a fast pace, nothing ever will be the same again. Sorry to ramble on, but please guys, Please be careful and look out for you and your loved ones, dont be a number or statistic.

Other Masters began to stand and approach the basket held by a handler, one by one they withdrew strips of paper to claim a pup for the evening. As the last strip was called out, Master Marcus turned to address the handlers, “Thank you for those who brought your owned pups here to share with us this evening, I promise they will all be treated well. You are free to roam the first and second floors at your leisure, beer and other alcohol is in the kitchen.” Master Marcus dropped his strip of paper to the floor and walked slowly towards me, reaching out with his hand to rub my head and took his other and slowly, sensually, began to trace a line of sexual fire down my spine towards my ass. Without thinking, only reacting, I moaned as my cock began to thicken in my jockstrap and my ass rose in the air as he reached the small of my back. “You are a fine specimen my boy, and I look forward to training you this evening. Are you ready to obey your Master pup?” he said, leaning in close to my neck, emphasizing the word master as he spoke in the same calm, controlled, authoritative voice. I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin, sending goosebumps and shivers through my body as one hand began to gently rub my hairy chest and the other cupped by ass cheek, and I gave him an enthusiastic bark to affirm my approval with him taking control. “Stand up pup, and follow your Master.” I obeyed, standing and moving on legs that had lost a will of their own, and followed him up two flights of stairs to the very top floor of the townhome. A large set of double doors were opened by him, leading into a spacious bedroom with a massive bed covered by play sheets, sitting beneath a heavy, wrought iron four post frame. Leather restraints, spreader bars, handcuffs, and rope all hung from the overhead rails. To the left of the entrance was a fireplace with a gentle fire roaring, in front of which a sling had been erected, a soft fur lining pad placed within. Right of the entrance was another set of doors that I presumed went to a bathroom of sort, thought he doors at present remained closed. As I took the bedroom in, Marcus moved behind me and I heard the bedroom door shut, and the unmistakable click of a lock and the heavier sound of wood against wood. I stood there, feeling nervous as he remained out of my line of sight, feeling his presence close behind me, until I felt his chest against my back, the bulge of his crotch against my cheeks. His muscular arms came around and he hugged me from behind, slowly rubbing his hands across my furry chest and teasing my nipples over and over again. Pleasure began to build within my body, my cock swelling towards full mast within my jock, precum steadily pouring from my piss slit. As I tossed my head back in surrender his left hand came up to meet my throat, slowly but deliberately cutting off my air. “Tonight I’m going to make you mine boy, and you are going to earn my superior seed. We will start with your first lesson now. Take off your jock boy, you will never again cover yourself in my presence, is that clear?” I woofed my affirmative and doffed the jockstrap immediately before he continued, his hand grasping my balls painfully. “Now lay down in the sling and get comfortable, and you’ve 10 seconds to lose that erection boy. I didn’t give you permission to get hard like a man.” After not cumming for days and being in this environment I whimpered my compliance and stumbled over to the sling, desperately willing my erection to fade. I settled into the very comfortable confines of the sling and place my hands and ankles in the clearly designated restraints. Master Marcus secured me, each one with the sound of a lock clicking, each lock clicking doing nothing but making my cock continue to point upwards towards my face, drooling precum onto my hairy abs. If he was angry, or disappointed, his face didn’t show it. Master Marcus pulled a small table on wheels out from a closet and set it next to the sling. In my limited field of vision I could hear and see him manipulating some manner of metal. A cloth was put over my muzzle and the familiar aroma of popper washed through my senses, disorienting me I felt the sharp pressure of what could only be a needle push into my cock and a brief pressure as something was injected. The cloth was withdrawn and I looked at Master Marcus with concern. He responded, reading that worry within my eyes. “You submitted to me downstairs pup. You belong to me now. And that means you WILL obey your superiors rules. Take this night to learn boy, I don’t take kindly to having to repeat myself. The injection will get rid of your erection in short order.” Sure enough, even as he was speaking, I could feel the pressure in my cock lessening. He rubbed my chest and played with my nipples as my manhood continued to shrink to its normal unaroused state. I felt the chill of metal around my balls and his hand on my cock as he worked what was unmistakably a cage being put around my cock. Deep inside, I felt new levels of arousal sweep through me, and found myself grateful for my Masters foresight – I’d of not been able to contain myself were it not for his actions, I’d of lost my load right then and there. Master Marcus stood up, stepping out of my field of vision as I heard a zipper descend, the sounds of clothing being removed. When he returned to my vision, standing between my legs, I woofed excitedly at what I saw. His chest was strongly build, a working mans body and it was coated in a thick forest of fur that put my own to shame, thick, quarter sized nipples protruded from this, and as he ground his crotch against my exposed hole he rubbed them gently. I could feel the leather pants still covering his groin, but there was definitely *something* growing within. My own inner pup hunger to be filled came roaring to the forefront, and I whimpered upwards towards him. “Not yet boy.” He said, looking down towards me both possessively and with a glint of something else. “You are going to have to earn taking IT inside you.” His hands moved to the side table again and I heard the sound of lubricant being applied to something. He held up a modest dildo for me to see, then placed the poppers rag over my snout again and I relaxed, drinking in their aroma as he began to work the dildo inside my ass. Slow, steady pressure saw my ass quickly opening to stretch around the artificial cock he was pushing inside me. The stretch carried slowly inside of me, the girth of his instrument began to push against my prostate and I moaned loudly as his hit that pleasure knob inside my ass. Back and forth he continued to slowly fuck me for several minutes, refreshing my popper rag halfway. His other hand explored my body as he labored and I reveled in the lines of passionate fire his touch caused against my skin. With an unceremonious slurp, the false penis was removed from me and I found myself empty, involuntarily whimpering. “Damn boy, not many guys precum as much as you do, even when soft. That’s a good pup.” Restraints were removed and I was helped up by his strong grasp, popper rag falling to the floor as I stood up. I stumbled slightly as I came to rest on my two legs, a combination of my former position and the poppers still addling my senses. He caught me, holding me against his furry torso, and I drank in his intoxicating aroma of musk. He dragged me to the bed and ordered me on all fours, which I quickly scrambled to heed. As I reached his requested position, leather cuffs were placed around my wrists, held together by heavy chain. “It’s time to discipline you for your earlier disobedience boy. You are not to have an erection in my presence without my permission, EVER”. As he emphasized the last word, I heard the air split behind me a second before a painful smack against my cheeks. I cried out as the blow rippled through my body, my ass igniting with fire where it had struck across both cheeks. “You are my pup. My owned boy. You serve me.” *Wack* Another blow against my ass, just as firm. He repeated this mantra for what felt like an eternity after the fifth paddle, but what was likely only a minute. “Take a hit of your poppers boy, I hope they are fresh.” I obeyed, eager for the escape from the stinging coming from my rear end, sniffing deep. AS the initial hit settled and I found myself riding my high, I felt my hole once again being penetrated. Master’s groin was rubbing against my foot, and the cold sensation as it entered me told me it had to be another dildo. Thicker than the last, and longer, he spend another few minutes probing me inside, teasing my upper sphincter until it loosened enough that the toy was able to pop in. I grunted hard as my body convulsed involuntarily from that stretch. Bryan had fucked me a number of times, but he was not thick like this and it was an unaccustomed stretch. “Take another hit boy and relax. You are committed to being my boy and serving, you I promise you that you WILL need to open that up to fit me inside you.”

If it would only take out the idiots, that might be a good thing. I understand the temptation to hookup. We are under stay-at-home in the whole state, but we have only a handful of cases in my rural area. Consequently, all the apps are full of guys ready to hookup - really ready - not waiting to see if a guy 2% hotter shows up in an hour. It's hard to resist when you haven't had sex in a month or more. But we have to.

The bf and I fortunately saw this coming a few weeks before it did and stopped any outside activities, even with regulars. Not that we exactly got around (I prefer our fucking to anything with another guy... it’s hard to find guys that hardcore), but after the last week of February, we started limiting contact, etc.... Call it overkill ( yeah, we are the guys who bleach the groceries...) but I would rather not deal with this. If that means no outside dick, then I can deal with that.

Oof. I haven't had any sex in like 2 months now. Even I don't want to risk it, but I also feel more susceptible to contracting COVID-19 when I have to go to the grocery store, and im surrounded by people in there. I went to 7/11 last week for a gallon of milk and some idiot was in there coughing all over the place, and as I was cashing out he coughed right in my direction. Looked at him and cussed him out, told the filthy pig to learn some god damn hygiene. Wanted to backhand him across the face like in one of those old Westerns.

So I was traveling through northern Louisiana last week when I stopped for the evening. I wanted to get slammed. I needed loads. But there were several hours of sunlight left. Experience has taught me that I can get loads in the late afternoon, but then interest tapers off through suppertime until after sunset when it picks up again. The rundown motel room faced west, the afternoon sun shining around the curtain edges. It was hard to make the room dark like I like it. I used towels around the curtain edge, taped the door lock with gorilla tape for easy opening, put my valuables in the room safe, laid out a couple different lubes, a wash cloth, brown poppers bottle, butt plug, and posted the Grindr ad: "For NOW. Strictly bottom, in jock that stays on, cleaned and douched, ass up ready for breeding. Anon, dark motel room, door ajar, push on door, get yourself hard, mount up, pump, dump, zip and go. No talking! No watchers or other bottoms. My ass pic only." I left a couple condoms on the bedside table a foot away from the lubes for the 'safe' breeders but only after they somehow got pinholes through the wrapper. If they wanted one, it was there. There was some replies within a half-hour. One looked promising and was ready to go. I wasn't ready yet and told him I was still working but would be finishing soon. Hopefully he would not lose interest or find another bottom. I used the time to get cleaned out and to make sure I was ready to get mounted . I lubed my butt plug and worked it a bit, loosening my hole so that if the first guy slammed too hard it wouldn't rip me too early. I wanted to take as many loads as I could get and it sucks when the first guy is too big or too rough and ruins me for the night. I texted him back when I was ready. He was only 1435 feet away. There was no picture and no description in his profile. I gave him the room number, stacked a couple pillows, bent over them on the bed, feet just off the edge, and pushed in some lube. I didn't have much time. He was too close. By the time I pulled my blindfold on he was pushing on the door. I put my phone down and closed my eyes, then took a strong whiff of my own poppers, my adrenaline still a little fast in anticipation. He took in the scene, knew it was for real, and I heard him pulling down his zipper. Seconds later he was stroking his hardening cock up and down my ass crack. And then he pushed. There was a little pain but he wasn't rough and guided it firmly straight in until he bottomed out. He paused, then started slow stroking. He grabbed my hips and started rocking into me. I was still getting used to his deep stroking when he jerked a couple times, then real slowly pulled all the way out. I didn't feel him shoot, but I knew he had. He stepped back, cleaned off his cock with the wash cloth, zipped up, opened the door and left. I gave him a few moments to get in his car, then pulled my phone out and thanked him for his load. "np" was the reply. One down. I checked my phone but it was quiet. I reached back and felt my asshole. It was wet. I grabbed my butt plug and pushed it in. I love to keep the loads in me. I got up and wondered how I could make the room darker. The sun was not my friend. I grabbed a swig of Southern Comfort, pulled out my iPad and started stroking to some Last Load stories. A few more replies came in. One wanted to come over to watch? "Did you read my profile?" He said he had but was hoping to give me a blowjob. What part of no watchers or bottoms did you not understand? I blocked him. But suppertime was approaching. It's always slow. Too late for the working, family men and too early for those needing to pound one out to help themselves sleep. I took the opportunity to get some food myself, anxiously waiting for sundown and the night crawlers to come out. "How many loads?" was the next message. "Just one, but it is a Tuesday" I replied. "Let me know when you have more. I like it sloppy and wet." Will do. Though I know many won't show up. It was starting to get dark when the next message came in. He was 23 miles away. Too far. Generally I don't respond to those that far away but it was slow. "I don't want you to see my face. Is it truly anonymous?" I replied that it was, that I had a blindfold and even I would not see him. "Can we start with a BJ?" No, I replied. Getting hard is on you. He asked why that was and I said because I was there to get fucked, not get guys hard as I've had many that couldn't get into the scene I wanted. He said he understood but had never done this before. He asked for more pics. I sent him my ass pic. He never replied. Sunset had come. The next message came from six miles away. "I need to dump a load. I have a big black dick. Room number?" I replied I would give it when I saw he was within a few hundred feet as I have had a few "no-shows" and "wanna come laters" who showed up only after I had locked the door for the night. "I'll need $50 for my phone bill." No. Not interested. I blocked him. It was another 20 minutes before the next message. It was a 30 year old who was a mile away. "Gotta work break coming. You ready?" I replied I was. I checked his profile and he was a black top looking for now. Perfect. "omw" he replied. I quickly got ready again, pulled the plug out, put some new lube in, plugged in a couple nightlights in strategic locations that just let enough light in that he would see my ass and the night stand, then turned the lights off. "Room number?" was the next text. "141. First floor, back corner, push on the door." I assumed the position. Then the next message came. "Nearby. Need to unload. You ready?" Shit. "I will be ready shortly." Then my door opened. I put the phone face down and slipped my blindfold on without looking towards the door. I felt a finger, then my ass was slapped hard, but I maintained my position and composure. I heard him undress, grab the lube off the nightstand, and heard the condom wrapper. Damn. After a few moments, he was pushing in and he was in a hurry. He started stroking and went deep. I grabbed the covers and held on. He pumped for a few minutes, rotating from side to side as if trying to widen me, then grabbed my shoulders and pulled himself tighter inside me. I heard his breathing as he clearly was unloading into the condom. He finished, pulled out, and 20 seconds later the door was opened, then closed. I waited a few seconds, sent a thank you text, then got up to stretch my legs. I looked down for the condom, then saw the wrapper was curled but was still unopened! I felt my asshole and felt the wetness. Yes!!! "I'm across the street. You still there?" It was the guy who texted me when the last guy was entering my room. "Yes. Sorry. Had a phone call." I immediately gave him the room number and got back into position. I never even looked at his profile. I didn't know how old, big, race, nothing. Who cares? I'm here for loads. The door opened again within three minutes I already had the phone face down on the blanket, ass in the air, blindfold on. I knew I was dripping. Maybe he would think it was lube. Damn if the first thing he did was grab my ass and stick his tongue in deep. He started slurping. He had to be tasting the earlier loads. Next thing I knew he stood up and shoved his cock in without fanfare. Yes! And he was a man on a mission. He wanted rapid fucking, the kind that often leaves me sore and dry. But he didn't care and I did what I was supposed to do -- I took it. And he unloaded. He wasn't huge but damn it felt really wet and sloppy. "Bitch, you're mine. I'll be back. Answer when I text you right away." Um. Okay. Sure. I heard him zip and leave. I sent another "thank you, Sir" text. I flipped over and laid on my back, catching my breath. I had some loads now. I could sleep. I started to doze when that Grindr notification tone dinged twice in my ear. I pulled out my phone and looked at the message, seeing that I had also been tapped. "Do you like being raped?" Hmm. I wonder what that means. "What does that mean?," I replied. "Sometimes I like to get rough and fuck hard. Can you take it? "How big are you?" "You won't complain. I'm nearing your exit on the interstate. Room?" "I don't mind a little rough but I'm not looking for scars, blood or shit play." "Good. I don't either. But I will be on top of you a lot." I was certainly a little cautious but still ready for more loads. "You read my profile, you know what to expect. If that's what you need, my ass will be up." and included my room number. "Get ready. Keep it dark." I then looked at his profile. He was a 22 year old student, also a wrestler at a black college down the highway. Really nice huge dic pic, black as coal. Okay, I would be ready. I think. Five minutes later, I heard the door open. My blindfold was on. He undressed and crawled on the bed in front of me. Uh-oh. I was here for ass fucking and he wanted a blowjob. I had my blindfold on. It smelled a little rank but again I did what my top wanted and started licking up and down. He started getting hard. I love the feel when they start growing in my mout -- shit! What was that? He wasn't alone! Some guy just grabbed my ass and shoved two fingers in! Crap. I usually don't do tag teams and didn't expect it. The guy in my mouth put his hands on my head and started thrusting deeper, almost to the point of making me puke. But I kept licking and swallowing, taking it all in when WHAM! A huge cock was slammed in my ass without any preliminaries. God, that hurt! It was painful! Was I truly being raped? I almost bit down from the sudden movement but the dude in my mouth told me if I bit him I would regret it for the rest of my life. I was in over my head. Not because I didn't love group scenes (I did) but because usually even though I'm the bottom I've always had some control. This time it wasn't happening. I was truly being taken. And it hurt. I felt a slap on my face. "Keep it wet, asshole." I realized then my mouth had dried and I was desperately trying to get some saliva going. Then a sudden deep thrust into my ass. The unknown second man was clearly unloading in me. He told the guy in my mouth to come try this ass. He continued to stroke, clearly emptying his balls completely. He pulled out and grabbed the bed cover and wiped himself off. As he went to the bathroom to further clean up, the man in my mouth came around and mounted me immediately. He started slow but started rabbiting like he was ready to dump. He grabbed me by the shoulders, put all his weight into it, and slammed deeply into me pushing all earlier loads was inside. Wow! It was nearly over. The man leaned down and said to me, "My friend is not done yet. Don't move or he will hurt you." I froze. I was scared. He got up and started to get dressed. He then opened the door, but I stayed still. His friend was still in the room. "We gave you what you wanted whether you knew it or now We didn't use rubbers. And you've been flooded like we've done to many fucks just like you. Now stay still and whatever you do don't move." I was clearly shivering. Then I felt it on my back. What the fuck -- he was writing on my back!??? He stood up, shoved two fingers in my ass, pulled out and stuck it to my lips and simply said, "taste it." I did. And it was bittersweet. He removed his fingers, then got up and exited the room without shutting the door. I kept waiting but it didn't shut. I heard a car engine start and the car pulled away. I felt safe enough to get up and locked the door. Whew. My breath had gotten back to normal. I turned on the light and checked the mirror. I turned my back and read what he wrote. "Seeded by (university name) BBC cocks. He'll never go back." I grabbed some Southern Comfort, stuck the plug in, and drifted off to sleep with a smile. I didn't realize until morning I had forgotten to thank them.

Yes, I love the idea of getting knocked up. My belly getting bigger, my tits getting even bigger, and even more sensitive, and oozing milk... I imagine getting pregnant would make me horny AF. I'd go the bar in overalls with no shirt, and get everyone to play with my tits. But I'd have no fuckin clue who my baby daddy was, or even what color to expect when the baby came out. Tbh, I'd probably have another in a l-o-n-g string of abortions. Get knocked up again asap. [EG] Getting fucked is FUN.

just a regular looking guy here. Dad actually and I have younger hitting me up to breed them. I love sons that take loads so it works out. Legal age on up. Long as he take it bare and lets me cum inside I'm a happy dad! I'll load that ass till my balls are empty. Addicted to breeding.

Evaluate whether it's tenable - if you're a public face, school teacher, executive, LEO - you may be intrinsically limited. Low-key understated jobs, especially where you can be a single-contributor and have independence are key. Examine evidence: never have pictures with your face and dick in them, never have video with your face or your voice. It really helps to have long-term stability in your job. The time you gain back by having years of experience can allow you to engage in extracurricular activities without looking absentee. Have strict ground rules and stick to them. Never shit where you eat. Understand that in small towns, everyone in your cadre will know your business - but you will know theirs, and none of you want that out in the open. Always avoid arrest - and this is controversial, but I'm going to be honest: it helps to be white, male, middle-aged, well-dressed, educated, and moneyed - privilege is real. Remember your manners - you are not in a position to create enemies, and bad manners mean you don't get invited back. Make time and space for yourself - consider getting a motel room once a month or season or whatever. Be serious about your schedule. Understand when your sex addiction (I love mine) has interfered with the rest of your life to a point that cannot be maintained...

PS - look what I found today! Thought these were lost when my husband died, but they've been sitting right beneath me in a box for two years. I know MY cunt will now be getting loose, plus it's good to have a variety.

I let young men find me. I don't go looking for them--they need to make the first move. And I usually breed young guys at sex parties, more then those on line.

It’s really dependent on the girth of the cock in my hole, and whether the Top holds still while he shoots or keeps thrusting. With a medium to large girth cock I definitely notice the throbbing as he ejaculates, but only under certain circumstances will I feel the swell and pulse of his urethra as it delivers shots of cum. The last time I hosted, I had an especially good experience of that, and very clearly felt his cock delivering its liquid load, pulse after pulse after pulse. He was clutching my hips, buried balls-deep and moaning like his orgasm had gotten out of hand and was beyond his control. I wish he’d been a multi-cummer...

I'm in the same boat. No sex for a few weeks now and totally horny as fuck. Isolating and only going out for groceries and pharmacy. I hope it's over soon!

When I came to I had no idea how long I had been out but that was nowhere near the first thought on my mind. The very first thing I was aware of was the indescribable sensual pleasure I was feeling in my body and filling up my mind. I felt an overwhelming pulsation of sexual need and bliss even as I was aware of a burning and stretching sensation just below the surface of my awakening mind and body. But even the slight uncomfortableness of the burning and stretching only added to the growing hunger and need seemingly taking over more and more of my body and mind as my head began to clear and I became more aware of what was going on. I realized with erotic pleasure that a muscled hairy sweaty body was pressing down hard against my back while lips, tongue and teeth were licking, kissing and biting the back of my sweaty neck. Before I even heard the gravelly masculine voice speaking hoarsely in my ear I knew it was Leather Daddy. But based on the words he wasn't talking to me. “How's that feel to you, pig boy?”, I heard him ask in a voice dripping with animal lust. “How do you like feeling your pig boi cock rubbing against your Daddy's fat raw dick inside your fucked up slut bro's manhole? Feels fucking fantastic don't it bitch?”. Before I could get my mind to catch up with hearing Daddy's words, I heard a deep panting sex-filled voice say from in front of and below my still-closed eyes, “Fuck yeah, Daddy!! I can't get enough of feeling your cock anytime any way. But feeling it thrusting and rubbing against mine inside bro's tight wet sexy hole is so much hotter than I imagined it when you told me we were going to do it! Before he sat down on my dick I'd never fucked an ass – ANY ass – before. Now I've fucked him and shot my cum and piss in him and NOW I'm fucking him again with YOU Daddy and your fat daddy dick! Gawd!! You are my Daddy, my Master. I'm your bottom sub pig and will do anything to please you Daddy! Anything you want as long as you let me have you in my holes!” “Oh fuck!”, I mumbled hearing what Trevor said and realizing these two big-dicked horny hairy tweaked out studs were DP'ing my ass! So damn fucking hot!! “Do it, you horny motherfuckers! DP my jock ass! Fuck me hard and deep and breed me! Please Daddy! Please Trevor! Fucking pound my hole and fill me up!” Fully alert now and still feeling and giving into the full pigginess released earlier from snorting the coke and riding Trevor's neg bottom pig cock and taking his cum and chem piss, I pushed back and down against Daddy's and Trevor's bare dicks deeply imbedded in my greedy fuckhole! “Glad you're back, boy”, Leather Daddy growled in my ear, followed by his thick wet tongue. Then, to Trevor, “Come on, pig, let's give your hot bro what he wants....and then it's back to him and me using you like the slutty little cock whore pig you are! And some special fun for both of my boys!” With that, I felt Daddy's teeth bite hard into the back of my neck, making me groan with lust and arch my back as he pulled back a little then slammed his fat POZ Daddy cock hard and deep into my stuffed hole! “Hell yeah, Daddy!”, Trevor answered back as I latched my lips onto his sweaty neck. “Let's fuck him and breed him. Then I need both of my sexy men using and filling my holes over and over and feeding your pig more and more cock and cum and piss and meth!” As I felt both men shifting their fucking into high gear I moved my body in sync with theirs, my only need and thought being how much I wanted to feel their thick raw cocks pounding my hole and how much I craved taking more of their combined tina cum and chem piss up inside my hole! My mouth found Trevor's, who readily opened his lips and sucked my tongue deep into the wet warmth of his face-hole, just as his dick was plowing deep and urgently into the wet warmth of my fuckhole. We moaned into each other as Daddy urged us on, telling us how sexy and sleazy hot it was watching both of his spun piggy pervy bois enjoying each other. I can't say if it was minutes or an hour or more – you know how tina fucks with time just like it fucks with everything else. But at some point I realized that all 3 of us were breathing harder and deeper and our movements were becoming less like strokes and more like twitches and spasms. My NEED for the two cocks impaling me to complete the sweet dark ride inside me compelled me to urge them on. “Oh fuck yeah you fucking horny sexy fuckers!!”, I cried out as I began squeezing the muscles in my ass tighter against their jackhammering dicks. “I can feel it. I can feel your cocks getting close to exploding! Do it you nasty [banned word]! Do it damn it! Cum in me! Breed my tight wet fucked-up fuckhole with your hot cumloads! Give me every fucking hot nasty dirty drop!! Mix your fucking cum together in my ass and fucking KNOCK ME UP!! Oh gawd, yeah fucking DO ITTTTTTTTTT!!!!” My begging and working my ass muscles to squeeze and masturbate their cocks with my hole, set them both off. “Oh yeah, bro!” Trevor screamed. “I'm there dude! Oh gawd I'm cumming in your ass again! Take it bro! Fucking take my cum! Every damn fucking drop! Oh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! UUUUUUUUghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” I felt his thick hard pig boi's cock pulse and throb inside my ready cumdump as he shot what felt like another massive load deep inside my guts, grabbing my waist in his strong hands as he thrust his hips up, driving his spewing dick deeper into me. While I was still feeling Trevor's cock releasing his neg sperm into me, I felt Daddy raise up behind me, grabbing my waist, his hands over Trevor's, as he pulled back and with no waiting drilled his bone-hard cumfilled POZ dick roughly and painfully into my stretched, flooded and stuffed jock hole, dumping a huge hot load of unmedicated POZ Daddy cum into my welcoming hole!! Another toxic recharge from my Leather Daddy. Hell fucking yeah!! We lay there together like that, sweaty heaving bodies, our naked flesh pressed against each other. Finally, Daddy stirred and turning my head back toward him pressed his lips to mine and slid his sexy tongue into my accepting mouth. Pulling his lips from me he used his hand to pull Trevor's face up to his from beside my shoulder and slid his tongue inside Trevor's mouth, tasting him too. Ending the kiss with Trevor he smiled at both of us in a way that made my ass spasm around his withdrawing cock. “Let's take a break boys and get something to drink....before we start the next round.” He winked at us as I felt both dicks exit my sore and satisfied hole. (….more to come??)

I FINALLY got to nut earlier today. I found an old number from a fella I met at bookstore, and texted him. Couldn't remember what he looked like, but figured if I saved his number I must have liked him. I texted him a shot of my cock and asked if he wanted to bottom. An hour later I was fucking him raw in my living room. I gotta say I had no memory of meeting him before, but he was a fat little bearded man about 30, and his ass was hairy as fuck and tight. I nutted fast the first time, and only lasted about 5 minutes the second. And then, like a good pig, he left.

This type of scenario really makes me hot. Give me a booty bump and bring it on. Even hotter with someone taking pictures and or videos. Just smoking T makes me a bottom slut but a bottom bump, man my ass sets on fire and I can’t get bred enough. Did one last Sunday and got bred from around 11:00 until 7:00 the next morning and still wanted more.

Part 1; I'm a 23 year old neg sex pig, and today was no exception, I was feeling fucking horny as HELL. So, into the shower, wash, and a real thorough douche of my sweet round ASS that I am very proud of, I should be, I work it out regularly enough, then, off I went to my usual sauna haunt. Ben was on the counter. - Hey Ben, how ya doing? - Hey Ollie. GREAT thanks. How are you mate? - I'm doing very good thanks. Too fucking Horny though. - Really. What brings you here then ... He said, being silly We both laughed. I paid my entrance. Given the usual locker key, and towel, and off to the locker area I went. BUT, today was different than usual. A guy in full Leather Gear (Chaps, Boots, and a Leather Waistcoat) was lurking around, drinking a Beer. He was also wearing a Cock-Ring that housed a massive bulging with veins erection. What made this look even HOTTER, was, he was skinny, gaunt, yellow, and a big Bio-Hazard tattoo above his naval. This Man screamed Danger. He screamed Death. BUT FUCK, I was already intoxicated! I found my locker, and got undressed and out of the corner of my eye I could see DANGER Man just staring! I locked up, wrapped my towel around me, and went to walk to the spa when I heard . - OI, cunt, stop right there!!! He kinda startled me, and part of me was saying to myself, 'fucking walk Olllie', a natural reaction I guess if the brain senses danger. BUT, as said, I was already intoxicated. So I froze. He came up from behind, and ripped my towel off letting it fall to the ground. - FUCK Yeah. One peachy round ASS! He slapped each cheek hard, then he parted them, spat on his fingers, and made my CUNT wet. He then inserted a finger. I gasped. - Sweet Jesus. You are one super tight Bitch! Right, get ya towel back on, and come with me to my private cabin. I am your very own private AIDS Daddy for the afternoon. I got my towel back on, and started following him as he walked off. I was filled with utter Fear. Yet, I was filled with an immense erotic intense excitemenT ?☣️?

I truly appreciate this post. I try to repeat day by day that it is important to be smart and avoid the sex with others. I live alone and I haven’t had sex since a month. Is it hard. Fuck yes. Can and will I fuck like a crazy after the virus has left. For sure I can and will. Can I fuck if I die or the pneumonia destroyed my lungs? Definitely not or hardly. It’s hard but simple. As the gay places are closed, many strangers and some of my regular fuckbuddies text me that they want to visit and fuck me. I repeatedly answer that I don’t go to visit anybody and nobody will step into my flat. We are responsible not only for ourselves but all the people in our countries.

Thinning the herd is not a bad thing...

A total Pig is the only kind of pig worth owning. They are so shameless and prideless and submissive that they are willing to have anyone use them or do anything ,with anyone, anytime, any place, any number of men, regardless of how dirty or degrading it might be. For a true faggot, it's not degrading, it's just what kind of trash they are. They have no standards, no pride, no shame, no rules, no limits, and most of all, no self respect. lf a cumdump isn't willing to do ANYTHING with ANYONE, it's useless. There are lots of cumdumps willing to to what they are told so a disobedient cumdump is easy to replace. The fact that they are so disposable helps to remind them how worthless they are. Taking loads from anyone who wants to use them for free reminds them that they are worthless. l like showing a faggot that it is worthless disposable trash and that it isn't a man at all. A total pig knows it is trash. A total pig top is the kind of man who uses and abuses whores like the trash they are.

This is my first story and English is not my mother tongue. So if there are some mistakes, please excuse me. Some time ago I went on a local tour of the city's bars with my best friend. A fixed point was always that we in the sling, as the name of the bar looked in and each of us enjoyed ourselves. We ordered a beer and then went into the darkroom, where there was exceptionally something going on. I got on my knees and blew the tail of some guys, my friend let himself be spoiled. Suddenly I heard the guy who blew him go and my friend said too bad he didn't go on. I took the chance, switched to him and started to blow him. At some point my friend said, swap mouth for ass. I didn't get asked twice and turned my ass towards him. His comment was just that it really works and he already started to introduce his best piece into me and fucked me for almost a quarter of an hour. When he came inside me, which was really a lot of cum, it just ran out of my butt. Unfortunately, he left the bar immediately afterwards and wrote to me that he hadn't found anything to fuck and therefore he had left the bar before me. Too bad that I recognized his voice and I knew exactly who was fucking me. A few days later, however, he said that I was very receptive, at least he would have heard.

Unplanned. Craigslist hookup in LA. A really hot latino jock said he wanted to get fucked. But within minutes, he had flipped me onto my stomach, pinned me, and fucked me hard. No condom, and I definitely freaked out having always played safe. But it felt so incredibly wonderful, and he was totally hot, telling me he knew I wanted it. I had no idea what I’d been missing. That was ten years ago, and I still jack off thinking about him.

If its a sauna fuck I expect guys to be cleaned out - no excuse not to ! However if I'm crusing outdoors lots of guys stop on the off chance , ill get a fingers up the bottom and if not obviously messy ill fuck , and sometimes "shit happens" - just wipe it off ! Some of the best fucks are like that

I was at one of my favorite bookstores and in the mood to play. It was just after lunch time on a sunny Monday. I wasn't sure what I’d find, but it never hurts to look. The parking lot looked promising, anyway. I went in, leaned against the wall, and lit a cig, checking out who was there. There was a really hot Latino, a dude who reminded me of your typical Frat Boy, and the usual Trolls. I missed an opportunity to join Latino and Frat Boy. They entered a booth together. Damn! I popped in the various booths to see who else was playin’ but didn't find much. I lit another cig. The Latino left Frat Boy’s booth and headed for the exit. Hmmmmm, that was quick! But a couple minutes later he reappeared and knocked on the door. Needed Condoms or Lube or something, I surmised. Things didn't look promising, so I fed in some tokens, watched a Vid, and got myself hard. A couple bucks later, I wandered around to see if anyone new had come in. The black guy with the goatee was back—he’d fucked me a few weeks before. There was also an older black dude who went in the bathroom. He came out spouting one helluva bulge, and stroked it through his pants. I didn't even notice that the booth Frat Boy had occupied was vacant, until he emerged from another booth nearby. He sized me up, then reentered, leaving the door slightly ajar. I wondered if I should take the bait, or see what the black dudes had to offer. What the hell, Frat Boy was sexy—20’s 5'8" 135, shaved head, sweatshirt, olive pants, and combat boots. I entered his booth and locked the door behind me. After feeding some tokens into the Vid, we groped ourselves, each waiting for the other to make the first move. He finally did, and unzipped my jeans. He complimented me on my Cock size, and I felt him up. I got his pants down, then his tight whites, and out popped the perfect Sex Organ—trimmed blond pubes, smooth Balls, and a completely straight Cock, perfect thickness, and hard as a rock. He asked me what I was into. “Pretty much anything.” “You fuck?” “Sure.” "Wanna fuck me, or want me to do you?" “I usually Bottom.” “Condom?” "Prefer not." That turned him on. I sucked his Dick and got It nice and wet. “Drop your pants and bend over. Got any Lube?” I did not. He spotted a used Condom in the corner, picked it up and dumped whoever’s Cum onto his Cock and smeared the rest onto my Hole. Holy Shit! The Dude was a Sex Pig! He slid his meat all the way in and started to fuck me. God, that combination of Cock and Anonymous Jizm felt great! I’m a Super Pig, too! "I’m fucking your Ass bareback , Man. Damn this is hot! My bare Cock pluggin’ your Hole!" "Wanna Cum in me?” "Fuck, yeah!" "Flood my Hole, Man! Shoot in me!" After he’d Cum, I glanced through the Glory Hole, and the Goateed Black Dude was stroking his Rod. Frat Boy asked me if I wanted that Black Dick in me, too. I backed up to the hole. Frat Boy knew what was happening—the expression on my face told him all. He lay down on his back so he could look up and watch the Black Cock plow me. He told me that his Cum was oozing out of my Pussy, and reported, dismayed, that the Black Dude wore a Rubber. Still, Goatee knew how to fuck, and his hips gyrated like crazy. Black Goatee pulled out and Frat Boy got up. His neck and chest were splattered with Spooge that had dribbled out of my Pussy. I stuck my tongue through the Glory Hole. Black Goatee stripped off the Cum-filled Condom and plowed his thick Dick down my gullet. Frat Boy urged me to “Clean up that Shaft.” He wiped his own Cum off his chest, stroked It onto his hardening Tool, fingered my sloppy Hole, and thrust his Rod back up my Ass. Goateed Black Guy zipped up and left. The Older Black Dude entered the booth. He pulled out a stubby fat Cock with massive Balls and flipped both through the hole. Frat Boy pulled outta my Ass and sucked his Black Dick. The Black Dude’s Cock grew in length, but more so in girth. Frat Boy suggested I back up to the hole and see if the Black Guy would fuck me. I did so, and Older Black played with my Mancunt—then nothing. I glanced through in time to see him walk out. Frat boy put one arm around me and worked the digits of one hand up my used sloppy Hole, while he beat off with the other. "I wonder how many guys here are POZ ." I shrugged. He winked and shot his Load. I knelt in time to get most of It down my throat. We cleaned up, and he told me how fuckin’ hot it had been and how he hoped we could do it again. He left, and I leaned back against my favorite wall and smoked. I still hadn’t Cum. This Lumberjack type came in. He headed for one of the end booths, and I entered the adjoining one. It was getting late, and I really needed to get off. I didn't even look through the hole—just dropped my jeans and stroked my Dick. Needing coins for the Vid, I bent down to grab some tokens from my pants pocket. My Ass grazed the hole. Lumberjack thrust his Dick through and pushed against my Ass Crack. I squatted, spread my Cheeks, and guided his Cock into my Pussy. His belt buckle clanked against the partition with each thrust. I started jacking. As I shot, my Ass Muscles contracted tightly about his Pole. He spasmed and shot up my Ass. He beat a hasty retreat to the exit. On my drive home I wondered about Frat Boy, or Pig Boy, or whatever you wanna call him, and his comment to me: "I wonder how many guys here are POZ ." Strange he should mention that. Did either one of us care?