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He pulled up to the parking lot in a BMW convertible. An odd choice to me since he was a self-described gay redneck. He even dressed the part. Dirty work boots, ripped jeans, faded t-shirt and camouflage hat. He walked up and gave me a big hug. To this day I have never met someone that hugs as good as he does. I don't know what it is, but when he hugged me I just felt immediately safe and like there were no problems in the world. We spent most of the afternoon together, and as he was leaving, he got this look in his eyes. I just stood there and he leaned in, without breaking eye contact, and started kissing me. This lasted a minute, then he hugged me and drove off. It was after this I realized I had pre-cum leaking through my shorts. When I got home, I had some texts from him. They were all pictures or videos. Wild ones. Guys in slings with masks on, nipple torture, hoods, double penetration, huge groups of guys fucking. I got another text: "Just so you know what you're getting into with us, LOL". He had explained that day too he was in a poly relationship with a few different guys. After that day, things definitely became more sexual. He was still a good friend, but there was that added spark there. He'd text me all of the things he would do to me, like put my arms and legs in a spreader, give me a gas mask filled with poppers and let random guys come and fuck me. Or tie me down and spend hours just edging me while stretching out my hole. A couple weeks after our first meeting he asked if I would want to have dinner with him at his home. Of course I said yes. I spent the afternoon before driving over making sure everything was trimmed how I like it, and cleaning myself out thoroughly. I wasn't sure if sex would be involved, but like a good former Boy Scout I'm prepared for everything. I was nervous the entire drive over, not for meeting again, but I was starting to contend with the side of me he had awakened: the submissive cum dump that just wanted to please this redneck bear. I got to the door, and he gave me a very long, forceful kiss. His hand drifted down my back and went down my waist band. Discovering my jock strap, he let out a deep growl of approval. We spent some time chatting, he had beer for us. By the third one I was feeling pretty warm. "Do you want to see the rest of the house?", he asked. I suddenly couldn't speak, and let out a small affirmative. He chuckled and took me through the house. "Finally, my bedroom", he said as we reached the end of the hall. It was very tastefully done and contemporary. He started kissing me, almost violently. There was an aggression to him, but I felt completely safe with him. He ordered me to strip, and moved to a painting. Standing in just my jockstrap, he pulled at the painting and it swung out to reveal a deep recess with lube, poppers, a couple masks, and several toys. "Bend over." I felt him rubbing my hole and suddenly his tongue was there. I gasped loudly. He spent ten minutes giving me the best rim job of my life, before putting a lube applicator in my hole and injecting me. He then put in a large plug. "Here, use these, this is going in you one way or another". I took four deep hits of poppers in each nostril (this was actually my first time using them but new the premise). The plug slid in, and he ordered me to sit on the floor against the wall. He stripped, revealing nothing underneath except a black harness, tattoos, and heavy gauge nipple piercings. His cock was at least 8in, cut, with egg sized balls that were framed in a cock ring. He walked up to me and ordered me to open my mouth. Resting his big daddy belly on my forehead, he put his cock in my mouth. He started gently but eventually began skull fucking me. I've never been great at blowjobs, I will admit that. He kept triggering my gag reflex, with the wall behind me there was no where I could go except onto his cock more. My arms kept moving so he got some restraints and tied them behind my back, then gave me poppers. We spent thirty minutes with me against that wall. At one point I nearly had bile in my mouth from gagging so much, but he stopped face fucking me and just held is cock in my mouth, making it clear the only place that it was going was back down my throat. My jaw began to ache. Finally he pulled off and threw me on the bed. He untied my hands, only to put them in restraints hidden on the head board and my legs back with my hole exposed. He put a pillow under me, and then a gas mask over my head. I could see him soak a cotton ball with the poppers, and then place it into the tube of the mask. Within seconds I could feel them hit me. "Time to ruin that pussy." He started working the plug in and out of me, getting more and more aggressive until it was basically falling out. "Tell me what you want". "Fuck me, please." "No tell me what you really want. What daddy to do to your cunt?" I could barely form the thought through the poppers haze, and blurted out, "I want you to wreck my pussy. Fill my cunt with your big dick and daddy cum!!" He removed the plug and slid his cock in, and started fucking me maniacally, his bear belly slapping against me as his balls hit my hole. He bit and pulled at my nipples until they were swollen and red. This went on for about half an hour before I could hear his breathing change, and with sweat pouring off of him, yelled out as he bottomed out and dumped his cum deep within me. That didn't stop him though, he never got soft, and fucked me two more times. He untied me, laid down next to me and stuck his cock back in me while curling me up close to him. .............................................................

Intrigued. Mike contemplated the ad, he loved the idea, but figured the guy was no where near him. Checking the profile he found the location to be empty. Still he thought, he really liked the idea of what this guy was offering. Deep in his soul he knew this was the next step for him. The offer would give him the chance of know who and when it happened and he really liked the no nonsense clinical aspect of it. Mike figured what the hell, I’ll message the guy and see what happens, most likely will never hear back anyway. Mike clicked on the message button. “Hello, my name is Mike, I saw your ad for insemination services and was very intrigued. I have been Bareback bottoming for guys for a long time now and have so far not contracted anything. I know it’s a matter of time before I’m stung with a viral load. Deep down I truly want to have it happen, but I would like to know when and how it happens. Hope that makes sense. I am not am not looking for this because I feel I deserve it, or because I want to start stealthing other guys. I just know in my heart that this is something I truly desire. I honestly appreciate your clinical approach to helping others. It really strikes a cord with me and I feel like it’s the perfect way for me to be inseminated. I hope to hear back from you in the near future. I can be reached at xxx-xxx-xxxx Thank you for your time and consideration. Mike”

When we left the sauna Peter was a bit quiet as we trudged through the gloomy streets. I sensed he was reflecting on the day and what had happened to him. "Penny for your thoughts?" I asked. He blushed "I was just thinking about what happened in the sauna. " He said. "I shouldn't have let them do it to me." Too late now, I thought. "But you liked it, right? Their cocks up you? Their cum in you?" He nodded. "But what if I get...you know,,,like you?" I grinned. "Pregnant you mean? Maybe, but then you won't have to worry about it, will you?" He hadn't noticed we were taking a longer way home. We passed under an old, disused railway arch beneath which was the entrance to a dark old victorian gents toilet. "I gotta pee." I said. He stood back. "Okay. I'll wait." "Why not come in and wait. Wouldn't want to leave you on your own." He nodded and we went inside. I could hear breathing and shuffling inside and as we went round the wall which screened the urinals from the street we saw four men in the gloomy space which smelled of damp and piss. One was squatting in front of another sucking his cock as the other two watched and wanked. The squatting man's pants were down around his ankles and in that position his fat buttocks were spread and I noticed lube glinting on his slack arsehole. Peter gasped and his eyes widened. The man being sucked recognised me and grinned evilly whilst the others looked wary. "He's ok," Hissed the man being sucked, an older guy with thinning hair who I knew was poz from previous encounters. One of the other men pushed his trousers and pants down and his fat cock sprang up below his flabby belly, pre-cum drooling from the purple tip. Peter was flushed with excitement and trembling with a little fear at being in this space with these predators. I ruffled his hair and began to unfasten his jeans. "Wh..what are you doing?" He gasped, but didn't stop me as I lowered his trousers and underwear, and pulled up his t-shirt so they could see his plump belly and fat little bottom. The squatting man got up and we saw his cock was stiff as a poker and I noticed the scorpion tattoo on his thigh. Ignoring Peter's question, I dug the tube of lube from my pocket, put some on my finger and rubbed it into his hot little arsehole. Then I pushed him forward. "I'll keep watch." I said, glancing into the strret. The four men drew Peter between them. He disapeared momentarily between their bodies. Then I heard him gasp "Oh my!" They moved apart and I saw he had been bent over and scorpion man was fucking his arse as another fed his cock into his mouth. I grinned to myself. If he wasn't already pregnant, he would be soon judging by the grunts scorpion man was making as he emptied his dirty cum into Peter's rectum...

****This is based on a true story. I've changed some names and used some artistic licensing.**** My name is Matt. I'm 25, but my life really started changing when I was 24. I grew up in a small New Hampshire town; the kind where cows outnumber people. I spent high school racing cross country running and nordic skiing. I did well in school but for the sake of cost, I went to the state school almost everyone in my town went to (a girl I graduated with lived directly above me, for perspective). I did well and got degree in Chemistry. I stopped cardio and got more into weight lifting. After that I moved back to my hometown, I didn't have a job yet and rent is always cheap living with your parents. I finally got a job in my field but it didn't pay much more than when I was bartending, so I continued living with them. I also didn't have as much time for the gym, so I'd describe myself as pretty average, definitely some extra padding. But at 6'4 with blonde hair and brown eyes, not to mention a killer smile, I don't have to worry about dates. In early 2019 I started dating my now ex-boyfriend, Curt. He lived over an hour away in Vermont in a bigger city. This lasted a few months but he was such a jerk my friends finally made me see he was borderline abusive. On paper he was everything I would want: he ran marathons, played rugby, had a giant dick; but I guess all of that didn't compensate for a lack of personality. After the break up, I wasn't in a good place. My friends birthday was coming up, so we went to Ogunquit for the weekend (the Palm Springs of Maine, only with three gay bars instead of thirty). The bar wasn't great the first night, so the second I went back by myself. A guy I had hooked up with in school was bartending so I decided to be friendly. He was cute, my age, very much a blonde twink, but he had a great dick. Turns out saying hi was the right move, because it got me a couple free drinks and some good head in one of the little staff rooms. As I was leaving, I walked by these guys going in. Not really my type but we made eye contact and I didn't think much of it. Until I got an alert on Scruff. I looked at the profile and started responded. He asked if I was done for the night, I said I was but looking back I should have spent more time there, since my friends were already passed out in the room. His name was Sam. 41, bald, about my height. Definitely a bear with a big belly but a big dick to match. He had a lip piercing, which was interesting to me since I had never been into facial piercings really. At first I wasn't really interested, I had gotten my daddy phase out of my system when I was twenty with a fire fighter from Atlanta who vacationed for a month in Vermont every year. We fucked around all kinds of different ways (to this day I have never had a cock as thick as his, my fingers barely touched when I held it, and he was the one that showed me early on that condoms suck). After that I stuck to guys my age, maybe a year or two older but all within my range. There was something about Sam though that kept me chatting with him. He wasn't like other gays I'd chatted with or my friends (think Mean Girls and Regina George). He was very direct, but also very sweet. Very blue collar, which was also very different for me. We kept talking after that weekend and I learned he lived in New Hampshire as well, only about an hour away from me. We had very different work schedules so it took us a couple months to coordinate meeting up but finally one Saturday in September we were both free, so he said he would drive to see me. Turns out my daddy phase was just getting started. .........................................

Yes, I too share this concern. I fear saunas and cruise bars/sex clubs will be unfairly treated as we slowly come out of lockdown. Why unfairly? Because as far as COVID-19 is concerned, I don’t see them as any greater risk to public health than busy bars or crowded nightclubs. Yet you can almost guarantee these businesses will be allowed to get back to normal sooner. Yet again, sex will be demonized, and gay sex in particular. Even on this site, there seems to be a growing attitude that the problem here is sex and fucking, rather than just close human contact. We have to remember that this disease didn’t start in the bathhouses or cruise clubs dotted round the world- in fact, it seems to have been spread far more effectively at venues serving religious services, weddings and funerals, etc. Sometimes I wonder if a certain amount of guilt and self-loathing has crept into the way some of us here are talking about sex at the moment. We should take a step back, and remember this is not the same disease that devastated our community 40 years ago. Sex is not the problem.

Part 14 - The Opposite Direction Mark stirred feeling the warmth of the sun moving across his body, opening his eyes he turned and saw a peacefully sleeping Luca beside him. His dreams and love had become a reality he always hoped from the first day he clapped eyes on Luca in their dorm. It was being here in Tuscany with no interruptions from what was his world in Manchester and how full on and manic living in a city was, the pace of life here so energising in way he had never known before. A content happy look on his face staring up at the ceiling the days were simply floating by and already in to Mark's second week. Luca woke and quietly watched the happy look on Mark's face "Can you stay longer?" he asked quietly. Mark turned his head to face Luca "What here?" he asked sounding a little surprised. "Yes" Luca said stroking Mark's body "This guy Oliver arrives in a few days, my parents invited him". "Oh" Mark said pinching Luca lightly "and who is Oliver?". Luca rolled on to his stomach "A guy off the ship who fancies me" he said. Mark kissed Luca's back "Well he can't have you" he said running his tongue along his back "you are mine". "Good" Luca sighed his back tingling "please stay on" he now almost pleaded with Mark. "Okay" Mark replied shifting his body until he laid on top of Luca "I could live here I love it so much". Luca raised his head and turning it slightly about to speak only to be met by Mark's lips rubbing against his until they parted and kissed. The longer they kissed the harder Mark ground his hips against Luca's ass, he could feel the excitement and arousal between Mark's legs rubbing against his ass. He knew what was coming and bit down hard on the pillow under him feeling his cock working towards his hole. Mark kissed the back of Luca's neck and pushed down gently feeling the resistance and tightness of Luca's ass, his precum moistening the lips allowing the head of his cock to prise open his lover. He could feel Luca tense up and moan in to the pillow before relaxing, taking his time slowly easing his cock inside. Luca wriggled his hand finding Mark's thigh he stroked it lightly and running his fingers along the buttocks, getting excited every time he felt the muscles tighten and push down a little more. The long slow journey being explored between them until Luca raised his head feeling the pubic hair against his hole. He felt no pain just a lust and desire to be one with Mark, locked together in a deep sexual plateau. Mark rested on top of Luca kissing him delicately on the mouth their eyes locked on to each other in a display of true love and affection. His hips slowly and reassuringly moving in deep caressing strokes, he was in no rush and wanted Luca to enjoy every moment. The eyes looking back at him so seductively and full of desire like they were sealing their love once and for all. Their hot bodies riding against each other, the pants and sensual moans softened in the still morning air. Without even needing to speed up or hit home harder Mark naturally pushed his hips up against Luca's ass. Luca kissed him quickly, their lips touching he let out a moan and kissed Luca deep releasing the love from his balls into Luca's body in quick pulsing successions. Luca half closed his eyes moaning quietly and feeling the orgasm from Mark's cock. Their kiss lasting longer than ever and Mark wrapped his arms under Luca's body holding him. Luca rolled Mark over on to his side and grabbing Mark's hand and guiding it to his cock. Mark ground his semi hard cock in Luca's ass and gently rubbed Luca's cock several times before he orgasmed shooting a hefty load that mostly landed on Luca's chest and shoulders. "You made a bit of mess Luca" Mark said kissing his neck. Luca continued stroking Mark's leg "I don't care" he replied "that was amazing" he chuckled. "Does this Oliver make love to you like this?" Mark asked out of nowhere surprising Luca. Luca slapped Mark's leg "We have never slept together, he is pretty hot though" he said jokingly. "Maybe we should show him a good time in Tuscany then" Mark suggested and Luca stopped stroking his leg. "You mean have an open type relationship?" Luca asked turning his head to Mark. Mark smiled "Not completely, just on occasion we have a third or fourth" he said seeing Luca nodding. "Never apart only together?" Luca asked and Mark nodded "I like that idea". Eventually disentangling themselves they showered and went down for breakfast acting a little sheepishly not to arouse any suspicion from Luca's parents. Luca and Mark went to the orchard to pick fresh apricots giggling and exchanging looks. Sarah watched from the terrace and turned to Gio "They seem happy" she said walking back to the table. Gio looked up at her "It is crazy that they lived together so long and afraid to show their emotions". "I thought that Oliver was a good match for Luca" Sarah said sitting down and pouring a coffee. Gio chuckled "I know but Luca's heart is with Marco" he stopped himself "I mean Mark". Sarah laughed "That is the first time you have ever called him Marco, you look on him as family already?". "Yes, he has been in our lives for some time" Gio replied looking at his phone. "Nonni?" Sarah asked seeing a surprised look on Gio's face. He nodded "Yes, they want to come to dinner Saturday" Gio said "Luca and Marco as well". Sarah poured him a coffee "They like Mark a lot, somehow I don't think they would have approved of Oliver". "Who wouldn't approve of Oliver?" Luca asked approaching and hearing the last part of the conversation. Gio looked up "Nonni" he said beckoning the boys to sit "they are coming to dinner Friday". "Marzi" Sarah called out "you both are expected as well" she told Luca and Mark. Gio held the coffee pot "Cafe Marco?" he asked without even realising he called him Marco. Mark simply answered without making a fuss "Si per favore". Sarah and Luca both watched on at Mark who seemed to naturally slip in to Italian if he knew the words, he even didn't seem to notice Luca's father calling him Marco. The rest of the week was spent walking around the countryside and sitting by the pool, Luca teaching Mark Italian phrases. Luca also begun calling him Marco then usually ended up kissing him, they would walk hand in hand together through the orchard picking apricots that were in abundance. They talked at length about Mark's exploits at college and students they both knew that he had bedded, Luca would look on shocked when he named guys who acted very straight on the outside never suspecting any of them. When Mark began rearranging his flight Gio suggested he stay on until they all went back to the UK. They could clearly see the bond of love between their son and Mark, making it very apparent they approved now he spent every night in Luca's room. Marzi had even moved Mark's belongings to Luca's room after bringing the subject up much to Luca's embarrassment at breakfast. Saturday came around and the boys walked in to the village to pick up some supplies for dinner that evening, armed with Marzi's shopping list they collected everything on the list they sat at one of the cafe's in the village square for coffee. Mark smiled at Luca and took his sunglasses off watching the parade of villagers coming up to say hello to Luca. Many of whom kissed him talking loudly and excited seeing him again, many of them introduced to Mark as a friend. They simple way he introduced Mark fooled noone and they could clearly see there was more than just a friendship here. "What are you smiling at?" Luca asked putting his cup down. "You" Mark replied "they seem to love you very much in the village" he said. Luca sat back chuckling "They have seen me grow up year after year every summer". Mark studied him for a moment "Why do you not live here?" he asked suddenly surprising Luca with his question. "Maybe one day when the time is right" Luca replied "come on we better get back" he said standing up. The table was laid exquisitely for dinner when Luca and Mark appeared just before the grandparents arrived. The time went by so quickly with Mark trying to keep up with a lot of the conversation but floundered quickly unable to make sense of what was going on, he caught the words graduation and his grandparents waving their arms around at the expansive scenery. By the time his grandparents stood to leave they spoke to Luca and kissed him several times before saying good by to everyone else. Sarah took hold to Mark and sat him down at the table pouring themselves a glass of wine. "Hectic" Sarah said handing Mark his glass "I can hardly keep up when they talk so quickly". "Thanks" Mark replied "I gave up after 10 minutes" he laughed "It seemed to get intense at one point". Sarah nodded "Yes, they were going on about the winery and wanting Gio and Luca to take it over". "Oh" Mark said "I wonder if that is what Luca meant earlier" he rambled on to a confused looking Sarah. After explaining Sarah looked seriously at Mark "They want Luca to start learning and moving here soon". Mark looked over towards Luca "Somehow I don't think that is what you want for him though" he said. Sarah chuckled "No, I thought Luca would be a corporate world person" she said "but family first". Mark looked at her "Won't leave much room for me then" he said with a sadness on his face. "What do you mean?" Sarah put her glass down "is it serious with you both?" she asked. Mark shrugged his shoulders "I hope so" he said quietly "but making it work if he moves here...". "If your serious Mark you make it work" Sarah said topping his glass up "you might like living here". Mark smiled "Yeah it would certainly be different just the two of us" he said sitting back in his chair. Sarah laughed "You will become part of the family, trust me you won't be alone" she said "there is a BBQ tomorrow at nonni's house we are going to". It was something Mark never thought about, Luca being faced with a life changing decision that also had ramifications on them both. When Luca and Gio joined them at the table Luca was clearly conflicted about the offer from his grandparents. The offer was to good for Luca to turn down and he spoke to Mark about it in more depth, the last thing he wanted now was to loose Mark. Luca looked at Mark lovingly "I guess the question I need to know is if you would move here?". Mark sat there in silence before he spoke "I want to be with you Luca". "But..." Luca prompted knowing there was more to his answer and waited. "What will I do here, I don't know enough Italian to work or study?" Mark replied looking concerned. Luca smiled "My grandparents expect you to be here and run it with us" he said watching Mark. "We are off for a walk leave you boys to talk it through" Gio said standing up and walking off with Sarah. Mark looked back at Luc "Do you though?" he asked "it is a big step asking me to live here with you?". Luca leaned over and kissed Mark "Of course I do, you are who I have always wanted Marco". Mark smiled "Good, then I will" he replied "my family won't be happy me giving up university". Luca nodded "Finish your course and come over during the breaks it is only one more year" he suggested. "Okay, if I miss you I am going to jack it all in" Mark replied "Did you hear from this Oliver?" he asked. Luca chuckled "Yes, he still thinks he can win me over" he said "but I don't love him". Returning to their room and a little light headed from all the wine they collapsed naked on the bed. Luca kissed Mark softly on his lips, neck and chest then rolled Mark over on to his stomach. Mark giggled as Luca kissed across his shoulders and raised his head 'Slowly I am not use to being bottom' he quietly said moaning from the soft nips Luca made working down Mark's back. He could feel the sexual urge in Luca's body biting his ass cheeks and slipping his tongue between the cheeks, Mark let out a soft long moan enjoying the sensation of Luca's tongue. Luca drew his tongue along the lower back moving up towards Mark's neck and moving his body until he laid on top poised. He inched his cock up to the hole feeling the tightness and resistance, Mark wriggled underneath and moaned in to the pillow feeling his hole prising open slowly by the relentless force held in Luca's cock pushing down and deeper. Luca gasped and moaned suddenly feeling the resistance give way allowing his cock to penetrate deeper. Mark winced from the sharp pain and raised his head, Luca slipped his arm around Mark's neck kissing his cheek until he found the moist soft lips of his mouth. Their bodies joined together Luca slowly began moving his hips with gentle motion his breathing was heavy trying to control his body from climaxing too quickly. They kissed again allowing their eyes to lock on to each other 'I love you Luca' Mark softly said, Luca kissed him tenderly 'I love you Mark, always have done' he replied. Their hands entwining holding each other, Luca heard the soft pleasurable moans from Mark. Luca saw Mark in a completely different light, the dominating top was playing a submissive lover and he liked seeing this tender side of him. His hips picking up speed and the strokes remained so gentle, Mark felt every stroke that caressed the inside of his ass giving him incredible pleasure. Locked together for nearly an hour, their bodies sweating from the humidity of the Tuscan night. The occasional warm breeze wafting through the open windows Luca moaned and held his hips still, his cock deep in Mark he began to feel the orgasm flowing from his balls to his cock. He tightened his hands around Mark's, panting and breathing heavily his orgasm seemed to take his breath away. Mark pushed his ass up taking Luca's cock deeper feeling his lover reaching climax, the pulsing from Luca's cock reverberating inside his ass causing him to moan and wriggle rubbing his own cock against the sheet underneath him. Luca kissed his neck and slowly pulled his cock out collapsing in his back, Mark rolled on to his back and grabbed Luca's hand guiding it to his cock. Luca stroked it gently then leaned over slipping his mouth sensually around the head. Mark grabbed Luca's head and pushed him down deeper until he felt his orgasm rising. Removing his hand from Luca's head his mouth remained around the shaft and continued working until his hips began to buck. He looked down 'Luca' he said throwing his head back releasing his load in to Luca's mouth. Mark couldn't help giggling noticing Luca moving towards his mouth knowing he was going to get a very cummy kiss and Luca didn't disappoint. His lips and tongue salty and laden with his cum, wrapping his arms around Luca and rolling him on to his back he now resumed control of being on top where Mark liked to be. Their passion and love exhibiting itself through their continuous kissing until they both eventually fell asleep just after 4am. Awake Mark laid in bed and sent a long text to his parents explaining things as best he could, it resulted in a phone call and very heated exchange. Relenting that he would finish his course no matter what, Luca said he would come back to the UK during term time at weekends to see him. Striking a balance his parents eventually agreed when they found out it would mean cheap holidays to Italy during the year. Oliver was due to arrive the following day on Sunday, but today the four of them headed off in the afternoon to Luca's grandparents for a BBQ. When Gio told him it was a family gathering mostly to meet Mark he almost freaked out, especially when he saw the number of adults and kids around the pool terrace. Introduced to everyone as Mark the entire family insisted on calling him Marco. Luca's grandparents clearly happy that he had agreed to move here with Luca, the rest of the family all sat down listening to Mark explain how Luca and he had met and secretly hid their feelings all the time they shared a dorm room. Luca took Mark and introduced him to his uncle Nico, he was striking and a younger version of Gio. At 32 Nico was tall dark and handsome and well loved by all his younger cousins, his build was much like Tony's and his arms covered in tattoo sleeves. Apart from the tattoos Nico was perfectly groomed and Mark found himself a little mesmerised and daunted by this striking man. After kissing his parents Nico purposefully strode over to where Luca and Mark stood, his gaze fixed on Mark as he approached. Luca hugged his uncle kissing him on both cheeks briefly exchanging words in Italian that was way to quick for Mark to even grasp. "This is Mark" Luca said introducing him "Mark this is my uncle Nico". Nico studied him for a moment "You are the one Luca speaks so fondly of" he said moving closer. Mark's mouth went dry all of a sudden "Am I?" he replied suddenly thinking how dumb he sounded. Nico chuckled and gave Mark a quick hug "Very nice" he said to Luca "welcome to the family Mark". "Thanks" Mark replied trying to compose himself watching Luca giggle and twitching in his groin. Luca pulled Mark to his side "My uncle won't have sex with me he says it is weird" he said to Mark chuckling. Mark stood with an open mouth "Luca you are way to young" Nico replied laughing "one day after I have him". "I think we have freaked Marco out a little" Luca said putting his finger under Mark's chin. "Marco?" Nico asked then chuckled "oh Gio has already Italianised him". He found it amusing and confusing how the conversation switched so quickly "Have who?" he asked. Nico smiled "Keep up with the conversation Marco" Nico said winking at Mark. Luca laughed "I want to watch if you do" he replied. Mark's attention was drawn to another car pulling up and a blond tall guy stepped out. The muscular build evident immediately from his stature but the blond hair of the tall figure was quite out of place amongst all the Italians here. Straight away Johan was engulfed by all the cousins shouting greetings running over to him, Luca's grandparents kissed him affectionately and escorted the children away. Nico looked over smiled and waved "Marco this is my husband Johan" he said introducing them. "Your husband?" Mark asked astonished then turning to Luca "you never told me you had a gay uncle". Luca laughed and hugged Johan hard then let him go "So you are Marco that nonni has spoken about" he said. Johan gave Mark a hug "They didn't do you justice when describing you" he said laughing. "Hey" Nico said kissing his husband "enough of that, did your parents get off okay?" he asked. "Yes" Johan replied the returning his gaze to Mark "Marco the man who stole my nephews heart?" he winked at Luca. Luca rolled his eyes and Mark chuckled "Your accent is it German?" Mark asked. "No, near though" Johan replied "I am Austrian, Westendorf to be exact". "He is my uncles toy boy" Luca added "well 2 years younger but still a plaything" he said. Johan stepped forward "Here we go again" Nico said as Luca bolted in to the garden followed by Johan. "Is that normal?" Mark asked as Nico put his arm around his shoulder. Nico chuckled "Every time Luca likes winding Johan up" he replied "let's get a drink" Nico suggested. Mark took a sip of wine "Where do you and Johan live?" he asked putting his glass down. "About 20 minutes from Luca's" Nico replied "I hope we will see more of you both now his parents have left". Mark smiled "You know then?" he asked watching Nico nod "I hope I don't disappoint anyone" he nervously said. Nico chuckled "Only if you break up with Luca will you disappoint anyone but more so Luca". Mark looked curiously at him "What do you mean?" he asked picking up his glass of wine. "Luca fell in love with you 3 weeks after you moved in to his dorm room at Uni" Nico replied. Mark smiled "Really" he replied "The first day I saw him he captured my heart, so stunning and nice". Johan returned taking his shirt off "Come on Marco" he said grabbing him "you got to play water polo". The BBQ was in full swing with Mark in the pool with the numerous cousins playing water polo with Johan. Behind him the whole of Luca's family were discreetly giving approval of Mark to Sarah and Gio seeing how he fitted in so effortlessly with the kids, they seemed to like him as much as Johan. Apart from being exhaustive and fun Mark and Luca had such a good time it was way after midnight when they finally all left with Gio and Sarah.

Yes I love it. I go in there and I’m a piece of meat. Getting groped as I move around. Even if I were to decide I didn’t want it I’d get groped a load more times on the way out: I love that, having no say or control over that. Other bottoms grab my cock hopefully (ha!) and then I find somewhere to bend over and I do the same thing. Stick my ass out and try get hands, legs, cocks, anything to hit off it as they pass and realise there’s a willing hole there. And then one cock after another sliding into me. Is it a young hottie? Is it a hot daddie? Is it a troll? It doesn’t matter! It’s a cock, I’m a hole, it’s perfect. Other younger guys (I’m early thirties and have been doing this since my mid twenties) don’t understand it. Why would I not seek out hot guys my own age, or fit daddies? I do that too. But I can go in a dark room and get so much cock, loads and just get treated as a hole. Not everyone understands that but I know guys on here will 😈

So this thread is 5 years old! But for anyone else wondering, when I was learning to take a cock, what worked for me was loads of lube and foreplay that involved fingering. My first bf had an 8.5” girthy cock and he hated poppers so I had to learn to take him without any. We’d do a lot of sucking to get in the mood, then he’d let me lie there and he’d focus on my ass. He’d slowly work my hole with his fingers and loads of lube and I’d add more lube when I needed it. When he was able to get four fingers in, I was ready to take his cock. Initially I found it was easier if he lay on his back and I sat on his cock, cowboy position. On my back with my legs up over his shoulders seemed to open me up too. But find what works for you. Trust is definitely important, whether that’s a bf or a fuck buddy. If you want to be able to go to town on a hole, you need a more experienced bottom. And even then, like others have said, work it at least a little first! I can take any cock at this stage, but I distinctly remember the last time a big guy came up behind me in a dark room and rammed. It wasn’t nice! I took him no problem a minute later after he lubed and played with my hole just even for a few seconds.

Something I posted before, my true feelings and experiences. The dark steam room i frequent is small and narrow, always smells of man sweat/poppers/sex. There are naked sweaty guys, hairy, skinny, beefy, pushing and rubbing against your body, breathing on you., hot breath, sexual tension at a High. Some stranger forces his tongue in your mouth whilst many hands are feeling and touching you all over your body, invading you, pulling your ass cheeks apart, fingers probing your hole, a hot mouth sucking on your dick, hands bending/pushing you over, tongues and fingers licking, sucking and opening you up, strong poppers being put under your nose. It moves on further- Your mouth is full of anonymous cock pushing down your throat, sometimes you are gagging and again poppers are put under you to loosen you up. You then feel a strangers hard cock pushing against and into your hole, Somebody puts poppers under your nose, you breath it in deeply, You know that the anonymous cock is entering you; you still have time to stop, still have time to leave, But You don't, It feels great, bad, seedy and dirty but GREAT you bend more, to give more access, you groan, you push back and take it and then he finishes, pulls out, sometimes you get a slap on the ass or a thanks or just fuck all, you stay bent over and many more men then enter you, fuck you, leave their load ready for the next anonymous man. and you never see who these Men are. Fuck, who would not love a darkroom experience, its fucking awesome. Will it ever be the same again?

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In the age of iPhones and apps, I had completely off cruising in rest areas. I did it throughout my 20s, but then it was replaced with online options and later apps. So when I stopped at a rest area yesterday for a quick pee, I was surprised to find guys cruising in the restroom. Surprised and EXHILARATED. It’s a rest area fairly close to my home, so I have never stopped there before. But I was running errands and, with most places shut down for the pandemic, I didn’t want to rely on chance because I needed to take a whiz fast. The rest area is along 495 outside Boston, so it sees a lot of activity, even with the reduced traffic due to the shutdown. I ran in quickly, the musty smell of a public restroom sheathed in concrete with too little ventilation quickly reminded me of being 20 and discovering this [banned word] cruising ground. There were two older guys hanging out at the urinals. I didn’t think much of it at first, but once I was in position I left the sexual tension in the air, and caught a sidelong glance at my cock from the guy on my right. I took a furtive glance at one, then the other, and saw both were semi hard. A thrill ran through me and I realized I had wandered into a cruising spot. It’s been a month since I’ve had any action, and I got hard right away. My next step may sound odd at first. I finished peeing, zipped out, and darted out of the restroom. I imagine the guys were disappointed I wasn’t a new playmate — or at least not an obvious one, yet. I opened the trunk of my car and pulled out my emergency overnight bag (I keep one in case I decide to crash at a friend’s house after drinking too much). It only took a moment to pull out the small bottles of poppers and lube stowed there. If I was going to get cruised, I was going to be ready for action! I walked back into the restroom, unzipped, and caught the startled guys quickly separating from one another at the urinals. I didn’t waste time stepping up the urinal and starting to stroke. The chubbier of the two silver daddies didn’t waste time either, immediately reaching over to grab my cock. I moaned softly — it’s been a month! He was actually a bit aggressive, but I didn’t care — I can work with aggressive. The other guy was more tentative, slowly stroking to my right as he watched us start. The guy to my left had stepped closer, working both our cocks. I knelt down and started blowing him. He clamped a hand on the back of my head and started pumping. I was totally caught up in the scene, blowing this guy at the toilets, the musty smell of his balls mixed with the stagnant restroom air, and the risk we were out in the open. “Come with me,” he said, pulling my shoulder. I stood up and we walked back to the last stall, which happened to be handicapped. I dropped trowe, both of us standing together stroking. I look around the larger stall, disappointed by the metal dividers. I remembered my 20-year-old self discovering the allure of gloryholes roughly cut in the old fiber dividers, and sucking anonymous cocks that peeked through looking for satisfaction. That little bit of nostalgia was helping feed my excitement now, and I reached out to take the chubby daddy’s hand and guided it to my ass. He didn’t waste a second. He aggressively handled my ass, separating the cheeks to find my hole and roughly finger it. His eyes got a bit wild as he looked at me and confirmed what was being offered. I pulled out poppers and took the first hit with one hand while pressing the bottle of lube into his hand with the other. He popped the top open and began lubing my hole. The intoxicating rush of poppers washed over me as I stepped one leg out of my jeans, finding a more relaxed position to have him begin working my ass. I was generous with the lube on his cock, making sure it was totally slick. He stepped behind me and I bent forward, taking a second hit of poppers. He pushed against my hole. It was an aggressive push. He wasn’t graceful, but was a man on a mission. I’m sure I winced and gasped at first, but he didn’t give me a chance to do anything about it. His cock just forced my hole open and he roughly grabbed my hips. He just banged away at my ass, thrust after thrust after thrust. It was easy to find his rhythm, and I matched it by pushing back onto his cock when he thrust forward. There was some quiet smacking of skin on skin while he raw fucked me. Otherwise we were quiet, knowing anyone could walk into the restroom and interrupt us. We both knew time was short, and he wasn’t going to waste this chance. I was caught up in the thrill of a sleazy rest area fuck, buzzed on poppers with a stranger’s cock pounding me. He started to get more intense, and I knew what was coming. He grunted quietly, the rhythmic pounding now becoming long, deep, deliberate thrusts — he held each thrust inside me a moment before delivering another one as he pushed his load further up and in. He never asked or said a word; he just used my hole as his dumping ground. After how aggressive he’d been, I was surprised he decided to linger in my hole a few moments after breeding me. He seemed to be relishing the warm, tight space he’d just violated. Then I felt his cock slide out of me, and I started to stand up. ”You’re not done yet” I felt a hand push me back into the bent over position. The other daddy was still there — I had kind of forgotten about him. He lined his cock up with my hole and entered more slowly than the first guy had. I gasped a bit and quickly fumbled for my poppers and a strong hit. This cock was much thicker and penetrated deeper. “I’m already close,” he whispered. I couldn’t hold in the grunts as this guy fucked me. He had more style than the first, appreciating how good his own cock felt inside a tight ass. In the moment, I didn’t care we were in a public space. “Oh my fuck!” I said, feeling that hot cock use me. He seemed to be panting, and it wasn’t long before he unleashed his load, cum spraying inside me. “Oh fuck. Breed me~” He added his load, pushing it in deep and making sure he got everything from me that he wanted before pulling out. He tapped my ass, zipped up his lubed cock, and walked out of the stall. The first guy was also gone. I pulled my jeans back on, washed my hands, and headed out. In my head I was still reeling from the hot experience. Bred by two anon daddy’s in the rest area. Yes, I’m going back today.

I was tipped off to these videos by an ex who is trained as a microbiologist. Dr. Mike Hansen posts videos on YouTube about various health concerns. These videos are fairly technical and long. He does try to spice things up with a joke here and there; he has a perfect deadpan delivery. Also, he's not unpleasant to look at.

April 29th, I will have been a member on this site for 8 years. I have learned so much, grown with my sexuality and had some great times on here with posts, messages, meets. Made some good contacts and pals too. Thanks RT and drScorpio for managing the site and thank you the community for all Tips, Pics, stories, PMs and for getting me off, moreso now I am a Monk through Covid. 8 years have flown by, all the cocks that have entered me during this time lol. Take care All.

Continuation from part 1 here: So life went on after my first encounter with a cock. I didn't tell anyone. I was too ashamed. Ashamed that I liked it and scared what would happen to me if anyone found out in my very working class, intolerant environment. I got a girlfriend when I was 16. We went to college together (In UK we go to college at 16 for two years but it's not university like in U.S.) A year passed and she passed everything and I failed. I was too busy getting drunk and being introduced to the joys of mind altering chemicals. We had a good sex life. First girl I really started experimenting with. We were both comfortable with each other and she even gave a me a threesome with her friend (I didn't last long). Saturday in between Good Friday and Easter 2004. Second year of UK college for my GF. I dropped out and was living on welfare. I didn't really care, I had sex and drugs so I didn't really need anything else. She was way above me and we both knew it. It is true that if you can make a woman cum right you can get away with anything. Her class and others from the college are having an Easter party. Of course she invited me and we drank and partied all night. I took a pill quite early on that was wearing thin by the time we left the booked venue and started bar crawling. She had a friend. His first name was the same as Bill and Hillarys surname. A mixed race guy. Tall, confident, a good laugh. We got on well. As the bars were closing my GF's friend asked us if we want to go back to his apartment where he has more drink. Of course we said yes. We got back to his place and you could really tell a student lived here. One single armchair in the corner of the room, cushions all over the floor along with a small portable TV. I immediately dart for the chair, being drunk and self absorbed. I wanted a seat. I sat back and my GF sat on the floor. Her male friend got the glasses and the alcohol (southern comfort) and sat on the floor next to her. We were sitting, joking, laughing, when my GF took her top off to reveal her bra underneath. She said she was hot. I thought nothing of it and quietly hoped for this guy to go to bed so I can fuck my GF. Everything turned so quickly. She turned to him and asked him...quite brazenly in front of me...to get his dick out. He looked at me. Not for approval but in pity and never took his eyes off me while he took down his jeans and put his dick in her mouth. She went straight down on it. Lips on his balls. This was 2004. Internet porn was a joke. Nobody had heard of cuckolding, but this is what was happening to me. It just took a decade for me to learn the word for it. I watched and got hard. I never left or protested. She sucked his dick for 5 minutes or so then looked at me. "Let Clinton sit in the chair and you're going to suck on his balls while I suck his dick". I looked at her horrified...Then stood up briefly to vacate the chair before falling to my knees next to GF. She looked me right in the eye as I was looking up with his balls in my face and she was looking down with his dick in her mouth. She removed it for 3 seconds solely to say to me, loud enough for her friend to hear, "i know you watch gay porn". I said nothing. I just nodded. She asked if I had cock before. I lied. "No". I don't know why I lied, I've always played the straight guy, still to this day. What a charade huh? She started paying me some attention and before long I ended up fucking her from behind while she sucked his dick. She then rode me cowgirl while we both sucked her friends dick and then a short DP which she took quite well. Then she went off to the bathroom, probably to re-adjust her holes. She had barely went through the door when her friend lay down on his back, held his cock up vertically looked at me and said arrogantly..."Sit on it". I stood up. I put my legs either side of his body and spat on my hand, rubbing spit on to my hole. I lowered myself slowly. This was so much different than my first time. I was drunk and high and his dick was a bit thinner. Around 7" though so longer. It hurt but only mildly. After I felt it "pop" past my ring I went the rest of the way in one swift but careful plunge. I felt it hit me straight away. My dick was rock solid. I get all the way down on it and then slowly rise back up. Not long before I'm steadily bouncing on his dick. In walks GF. Of course I was waiting for this. We weren't exactly being sneaky. She crouches down next to us and laughs "I knew it. "Bend 'im over Clint". He throws me off. Nobody told me to but I naturally got on all fours. I'm guessing I was further in to this than I thought. I didn't care about the humiliation or the consequences of any of what was happening. I was so happy cock could feel this good after my first experience was so rough. He fucked me good. For a while. Drink delays orgasms and he pounded at my hole for ages. My gf lay beneath me and started sucking my dick. I think it took literally 10 seconds for me to cum in her mouth. She then shuffled down and told her friend to giver her his too. He pulled out and sprayed over her face (and my ass) after a few minutes. I broke up with my GF shortly afterwards. She wasn't going to be anybodys beard. With a lack of GF, lack of education, lack of cash and lack of prospects I descended more rapidly than you can imagine. I needed to make money and most of all...I needed cock.

Prior to this happening I thought I was 1000% straight but my roommate completely changed that. I've gone into painstaking detail because this is all I've been able to think about lately. It's completely true. This is what happened ... I live in a two bedroom condo with a roommate, Greg. He posted an ad almost a year ago looking for a roommate, I needed a place to live, and he seemed like a cool guy so it was an easy match. Greg has lots of gorgeous female friends and has been an awesome wingman so it has been a really good year haha. Anyway, in my city, they are taking serious measures during lockdown and so for the most part everyone is staying home. Being a single guy not able to go out and meet women this means I've been jerking off way more often. About a week ago Greg caught me jerking off, which honeslty wasn't the first time but its never not embarrassing. I thought I had some alone time because he had gone to the grocery store. Greg jokingly said that he could help me out if I wanted and walked out of my room. Over the next day or so we pretended like nothing happened. We were sitting on the couch in the living room one night smoking a joint, talking about how we couldn't wait for quarentine to be over so we could get back to normalcy. We both complained about how long it's been since we've had any type of sexual interaction and Greg mentioned he was serious about what he said the other day. Mentioning "not trying to make anything weird or whatever ... I like sucking dick, you like getting your dick sucked ... I'm just so horny, you know? Plus, you wouldn't be the first straight I've hooked up with". I stared at him for a bit in silence. My dick starting to swell in my jeans. I took another hit and started to unbuckle my belt. Greg laugh, "you don't need much convincing haha" licked his lips on got on his knees. I laughed too. "You ruined my jerk session the other day, I haven't cum in weeks so you owe me". He pulled me jeans completely off. My dick was semi-hard already and streching my boxer-briefs. He pulled my boxers down next just enough that my package was out. He started by jerking me slowly while he licked my balls. My toes instantly curlled and my cock immediately hit full mast. Greg worked my balls for a bit until I was dripping precum and then took my entire shaft down his throat. Honestly one of the best blowjobs I've ever had. He edged me for what felt like forever. I told him I was going to cum if he touched me again. Greg asked if I liked getting my ass licked. I told him it's never happened before. He pulled my boxers completely off, pulled my hips to the edge of the couch and slowly licked my clenched hole. It felt so good and with each lick I could feel my ass relax. As I started to moan and my cock pulsed, Greg knew I was going to shoot my load. He licked from my asshole, up my balls, to my shaft and started to deepthroat me again. I don't know what came over me but I wanted him to keep playing with my ass so I told him to finger my ass while he sucked me. He slide one finger into my ass and I shot the biggest load of my life into his warm mouth. He swallowed every drop. I was speechless. I stood up, thanked him and told him how amazing that was. "We should definitely do that again". For the next couple of days, this continued. He would blow me once or twice a day, eat my ass, and finger my hole. I started to give him handjobs to return the favour, and since he is hairless, I also would lick his ass. Yesterday, we were hooking up again in his room. It started with him sitting on my face while he sucked my dick. Greg sat back spreading his cheeks and helping my tongue push deep into his ass. He commanded me to bend over so he could fuck my ass with his tongue. I got on all fours, dripping precum onto his sheets. He grabbed my ass very firmly and pressed his tongue as deep as he could into me. I let out a loud moan and reached back to help push his face into my ass. Greg pulled back to get some air. "You like getting your ass tongue fucked?" he said, more a statement than a question really. "Yeah, so fucking much" I faintly responded. Greg grabbed my cock much more forcefully than he ever had and began to stroke me quickly. He licked and sucked my balls agressively for a moment, spit onto my asshole and then slide a finger, all the way to his knuckle, into me. I let out a loud gasp. "Holy fuck!" I moaned. I couldn't finish my thought but it felt so fucking good. Greg was not gentle with me now. He fingered my ass hard and spanked me hard with his other hand. I was panting like I had just run a marathon at this point and encouraging him, "harder .... faster ... don't stop". Greg put another finger in my ass. "Oh god, fuck ... fuck ... yes" I moaned. "Do you want me to fuck your tight ass baby?" Greg asked. I still wasn't able to form sentences or really process what was going on. Yes! Was the answer but I couldn't get the words out. Instead, I just reached back and spread my cheeks for him. Greg reached around to make me suck his fingers that were just in me. I latched on without a second thought. Then, he licked my ass for a minute before slowly pressing his cock into me. It was much, much bigger than his fingers. I clenched up at first, but quickly relaxed and pressed back against him. "Fuck, you're so tight" he said. Once his cock was all the way inside of me, he held it there for a moment. I could feel it flexing inside of me, it was so much more intense than him fingering me over the last week. Greg started with slow, shallow thrusts, responding to every gasp, moan, and whimper coming from me. As I relaxed more he went faster and faster, each stroke longer and longer. I was face down on his bed, with my ass in the air egarly taking his cock. It was a little bigger than average but felt enormous inside of me. I starred into his closet mirror so I could watch him pounding me while he spanked me hard, leaving hot hand prints on my cheek. "What the fuck am I doing?" I thought, and "why does this feel so fucking good?". "Get on your back" was his next command. I obeyed. I laid on my back with my legs hanging off the side of his bed. He stood at the end, grabbed my hips and put my legs over his shoulders. This is my favorite position to fuck girls in and now I was on the receiving end of what I knew was going to be a hard, fast fucking. I was nervous. It somehow seemed more intimate now that we were going to be looking at each others faces. I was also hoping I didn't cum to quick. My dick got soft when we switched positions but as soon as Greg was balls deep inside me, I was rock hard again. It was just as rough of a fucking as I expected. Within a minute or two I started to uncontrollably shoot my load all over my chest. Greg quickly grabbed my cock and pointed it at my mouth. I felt my thick, hot cum hit my face, and slowly opened my eyes and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out as far as I could to catch my load. I don't know what I expected cum to taste like but I was surprised. It wasn't good or bad, it didn't really taste like anything and I kind of like the texture. Honestly I don't get why some people don't swallow ... anyway ... Greg pumped me for another couple of minutes. The entire time, my dick stayed hard and was leaking cum. I knew watching me taste my load turned him on so I wiped my cum off my chest and licked my fingers clean. "I'm going to cum" Greg panted. "Cum in my ass!" I begged. I felt each huge pulse of cum shoot inside of me. His load felt good but I really liked how his cock felt swelling each time he shot his load into me. Greg slowly slid his cock of out my ass and I could feel his load dripping out of me as well. Without breaking eye-contact, I moved towards him and took his cock into my mouth for the first time, cleaning him up. He fingered my cum filled ass while I suck his dick and then let me suck his fingers clean too. We laid in bed together, naked, sweaty, and me still drenched in both of our loads. We were silent aside of our heavy breathing. I asked how often "straight" guys let him fuck them, he laughed and just said "you would be surprised". I asked how often he gets fucked by "straight" guys and just replied "not enough". We showered separately (getting cum out of my ass for the first time is something I needed to do alone haha) but Greg said I could sleep in his room tonight if I wanted. I did. We slept naked. This morning, I woke Greg up by sucking his cock. Before letting him cum it was my turn to pound his ass. Up until recently I've never considered myself bi, but I guess I am. I don't find guys attractive oddly enough but I enjoy cock quite a lot. Greg's a slut haha so I don't think things are going to get weird between us, we're just fuck buddies now. I'm still ready for quarantine to be over but am looking forward to more nights like last night while we wait.

Awesome DarkroomTaker. i'm just a few days behind you, it will be 8 years for me on May 4, but was a lurker for a few years before that. This site is by far the best gay site i am, or have ever been, a member of. There is always a core group of guys here that i have come to truly love and respect. i've never been a drinker, so never went to the bars. Have tried connecting with other gay guys socially, but living in a small town, just not much available. BZ has been my community. i love this forum and feel free and safe to be myself like i have never been before anywhere else. Even with some of the differences between guys here, i have never felt in conflict or on the outside here. i never would have expected it, but this place has been a sort of family for me, very cool, one i'd happily practice incest with lol.

Bad Dragon’s Scorn—large. I can ride him for hours. Well worth the money.

This reminds me of a time a few years ago at camp when I was bent over a picnic table on a dark evening, and a man came in behind me and started fingering my hole. He took a long time about it, stretching me, inserting another finger, stretching, inserting, etc., until I was pretty sure he was going to try to fist me. It made me nervous, because I could tell from his shape in the near-dark that he was a big guy, and from his fingers that he had big hands. But he wasn’t trying to fist me. He had spent all that time preparing me for his cock. And it was massive. I use the word without exaggeration. It was all I could do to just grip the edges of the table and gasp as he fucked me. After only a few strokes, however, he pulled out and said, “Had enough?” I replied, “That depends - have you?” ”No,” he said. ”Well, back at it, then,” I answered, and bent back over the table. He took his time to finish, but it wasn’t all that long before he blew inside me. I never actually got a look at him or his cock, but before he walked off into the dark he paused, as though he wanted to say something, but then he was gone. I like to think that he enjoyed himself, and was glad to have found a bottom willing and able to take his fuck - I’ll bet he didn’t get to really let go very often.

I’m almost always a top. But when I bottom the fella is usually a beast, just can’t help it, when it happens that’s usually the scenario. And I’m crazy fucking tight and it’s almost always at least a year since I’ve bee fucked. I don’t agree to it unless he knows he’s gonna have to work me open for a good long while before he’s gonna get to settle in balls deep, but I also promise that even if I’m struggling pretty hard (and I often am) I’ll let him pound my hole balls deep and as hard as he wants until he loads me up. Usually my struggling speeds up that end although someguys often won’t admit to liking that. 😉 if I can do it. So can you. ;);)

Well, it is a shame the story was never finished, but a huge thanks to those guys that have resurected this thread recently - without you guys, I would never have found the story, and I would have been the poorer for it. It's got to be one of the hottest stories I have read on here so far!

Quarantine mood

Well, I've been watching a lot of porn lately, no lie. I'm kind of surprised I haven't had more questions to post here, but I'm getting better at finding the answers on my own maybe. Anyway, here's one I don't know and have no idea where to start looking (a clip uploaded elsewhere from Tumblr at some point before the rug was yanked). Anyone know who this sexy bottom is? His face totally turns my crank!

Started taking raw loads at 17 and by the time I was 21 I was Poz.

Met a sexy spaniard at his hotel and we end up having a very hot fuck session. At the end of it i had 3 big loads in my ass. I got in a taxi to go home and started feeling some of cum dripping out while sat down. Soon my pants were getting soakee and i could smell the cum. Had to lean on one side so i didnt leave a stain, driver asked me if something was wrong and just made a bad excuse (think he figured it out). It was a quick walk to my place to make sure neighbours didnt see my wet backside.... it was so hot

I've been lucky to have been able to take some pretty big dicks on occasion. And one of my regulars is a bbc with 10 inches. I've sure been missing his dick in me during this lockdown. As some others have said earlier, being confident that I'm thoroughly cleaned out is important so I can be as relaxed as possible. It's difficult to relax if I'm worried about a mess. And since an extra long cock is going to go up past the second sphincter, a good, deep cleaning is important. I also rely on a good, fresh bottle of poppers. Especially at the beginning of the fuck, when I'm getting used to his cock. And as someone said earlier, the majority of guys with massive dicks realize that they've got to loosen us bottoms up before they get up inside us. Some of the BBC's I've had have prepared me with their fingers. Then go in slowly at first, sometimes needing to hold it still for must a moment or two for me to relax a bit more. But, once I've fully relaxed, and he's fully inside me, we can then really go to town and he can pound away. I find I can only take the giant dicks if they fuck me raw. A condom is to abrasive on such a big dick. A really good lube is important too. I'm not sure what lube my regular BBC buddy uses? But he insist using that one particular lube, because he knows it stays slick and he doesn't need to reapply very often. Relax and enjoy the treat that a giant cock in your ass can bring.

You heard the bitch @BoyStrangler let's get her a rope tie it in a noose than drag her faggot ass around the village and let everyone piss on her @T-Girl-Cumdumpster tell your daddies you can't wait you tranny trash bitch

Most of those who’ve read my real life “enhanced” experiences may know that I’ve kept a “sex diary” since I was a teen-ager coming out in pre-AIDS New York City. This multi-part entry tells about the longest party weekend I’ve had in all my years back in 2006. I had started to tell this story on another now defunct site almost 10 years ago, but the notebook of my experiences from that time went missing when a friend borrowed the whole set and returned it with one book missing. He found the misplaced notebook just this month while doing a closet overhaul to relieve Corvid Cabin Fever. I will post it as I finish typing and editing, in several parts. P’TOWN PARTYING Part 1 I've always been a huge fan of Provincetown ever since my parents (knowingly!!) sent me there for two full weeks as a 19 year old back in 1982 (to the Pilgrim House, no less, which might as well have been an upscale bathhouse at the time – that part I actually DON’T think they were aware of!). So, why am I such a huge fan? Less attitude than Fire Island and lots of sex. My husband and I even spent five full months a year up there for six years in a row (May - October) and during that time I was one of the models for the 1992 "Joy of Gay Sex", and I wrote a few articles about how to cruise the dunes and the "dick dock" for Scott O'Hara's magazine "Steam". Well, that was the 90s... More recently, we don't get to spend too much time up there, but up until a few years ago there was always a time in August when my other half had to attend a Thursday through Sunday business conference near Boston, so our usual M.O. was to have us drive from NY to the conference center on Wednesday night, staying with my other half at the hotel overnight, and then when he left for his morning session on Thursday have me head to P'Town and check in by early afternoon - he'd take the ferry over after the conference on Sunday evening and we'd stay till the following weekend. This schedule gave me three nights and four days of playing around with his blessing - amazingly he's VERY vanilla despite our 30 years together, and he'd rather I did my major partying and kinkier playing when he's working or away... perfect for both of us. Though I have always been lucky enough to have a lot of really hot play sessions, they are seldom LONG as generally I have to work the next day and my other half prefers that I not stay out all night even if I get home at 5AM. So, this annual “free weekend” arrangement allowed a nice really long extended session for me. One year in particular was probably the best long session I've ever had. It’s certainly got the most entries on one weekend that I ever added to what I call my “sex diary” (if you ever wondered why I remember so many details of my experience, it helps that I write them down right after they’ve happened in a notebook I keep for my old age! I started them way back when I was a teenager). I had been chatting with a guy on-line that I'd been “e-introduced” to by mutual fuck buds. He lived year-round in P'Town, but he had not moved there as yet in the 90s when my hub and I were doing our 5 months a year there. This new bud and I had agreed I would meet him at his house at 3:30 that Thursday afternoon when I arrived in town. He was versatile also and we further agreed to make sure we were both totally cleaned out and popped a blue pill before meeting so we could get right down to chem sex... THURSDAY ARRIVAL AND PREGAME SHOW There was - unbelievably - no traffic that day, and I was checked just after 12 noon – I was lucky my room was actually ready, I was so early! I called my hubby’s hotel and left a message for him that I’d arrived safely. Anyone remember "The Ranch" in the center of town? Half guest house, half bath house - billed itself as a bunk house and was the leather men's place to stay - the second and third floor hallways were the same as any bathhouse and any time day or night you might happen on someone with the door open looking for some action. I had taken my Vitamin V and was all cleaned up and out, back from the communal showers and in my room with the door cracked puffing a little on the glass cock. A guy peeks around the door and asks to borrow some lube - he was actually someone who'd been at the Ranch the same time the last two years, so we'd played around some in prior vacations; he'd seen me coming out of the shower and knew I usually had good lube with me. Like me he was a well-toned blond, though not as hairy in the body as me (and yeah, about 20 years younger!) He looked at the pipe and said "I didn't know you partied! I've always wanted to but my boyfriend won't let me." I told him he didn't know that I partied because generally he was always here during the time when my partner was - and my husband doesn't do it and prefers I pnp when playing by myself. I told this Boston Fratboy to close the door over and come sit down. I asked if his boyfriend were waiting for him and he said he had a couple of minutes while his boyfriend futzed with the porn, but would I like to join them? I said I had a major hookup to go to at 3:30 though I'd come play for a few minutes, but first I was going to give him a taste of partying. I took a huge hit and shot-gunned him, which he said he'd done enough times with the green stuff back in college. He was amazed how smooth it was - I shot-gunned him a few more times, then he took a few big hits of his own - we put down the pipe for a minute or two of mutual ass rimming, then took a few more hits. He gave me a huge tongue kiss and headed back to his room to let his BF know I was going to play with them for a few minutes. I packed my bag for my upcoming long session, and then wandered down the hall in just my jock to the room those guys were in - which was one of the rooms with a sling set up. The BF was a white cub type in the sling, blindfolded, with a bottle of poppers he was huffing. I said "hey, don't get up" and he remembered me from past years and thanked me for coming down, hoping I could join them for a longer period later in the weekend. Fratboy got up from where he was rimming his BF and slid his condom-covered cock into the guy (I'd forgotten they played "safe", ugh). The blindfolded BF was sucking my cock with his head turned to the side, and Fratboy silently mouthed to me "fuck my ass... bare". I tell Bearcub I'm going to go rim Fratboy (which I did for a minute), then lubed him with my lube and slid in - easily! I remembered that the kid was mostly top, like me, and always had a hard time getting fucked. Well not after Miss T made his acquaintance! He was moaning like crazy but careful to say "yeah, rim my fucking ass" rather than what he really wanted to say. I fucked for a few minutes then pulled out, indicating my wrist for "time". I gave his BF a few minutes of oral on his short thick hairy tool, thanked them for the quickie and headed back to my room to get ready to leave. I took a piss, washed my dick, and went back to my room. Fratboy slipped in my door as I was putting on my shorts and sneakers. I raised my eyebrows and he whispered "he's got a vibrating plug up his hole, and I told him I had to piss. I was hoping I could get a couple of more hits from you before you go - and maybe later when he's asleep I could join you guys?" I smiled and shook my head affirmatively - another convert to chemsex! I lit up the pipe while he programmed his number into my cell and we shot-gunned back and forth... He said getting fucked had never been that easy and that he hoped my host friend would let him join the scene later. I told him I would definitely check with my buddy, and he should be ready and cleaned-out for the leather party, “and make sure your fingernails are clipped and filed down…” I also informed him it was an all-bareback party and guys who were poz – including me - would definitely be there and expecting to breed. He said he had no problem with that, so after one last puff he slipped out my door. Cooling and stowing my pipe, I waited for him to get back into his room before I closed my door behind me and locked it. THURSDAY AFTERNOON – LET THE GAMES BEGIN The guy I was meeting was named Jimmy and lived about a 5-minute walk away - ironically only two buildings away from the offices of the summer publication I used to write for! As I turned off Commercial Street, I saw him sitting on his covered front porch that was lifted above street level by about 10 stairs. He was hot - a really tanned white guy with longish blond-white hair and a handsome mischievous face with a bit of a five o'clock shadow. He didn't stand as I approached the porch but smiled and waved one hand - his profile had said he was 5'5" so I knew he wasn't at all what you'd call tall, but that doesn't concern me - hot is hot. I opened the gate he indicated and climbed the stairs to the front porch. There was a solid door at the top and rather than an open railing the porch had a solid wall up to waist height - when I opened the door I saw why he hadn't stood up. He was naked from the waist down other than his socks and his huge dick was hard and bobbing and dripping as he stroked it. I knew his profile and our mutual acquaintances had said he was hung, but sheeee-it this was one of the biggest cocks I'd played with and in the top ten for any white guy I’d encountered. At that moment I was a bit abashed - thank god for the few German genes mixed with my Irish... my cock is completely average in length, though thank god thicker than usual - still, this humongous piece on this obviously short guy had me jealous for a minute! Next to him there was a bong and what looked like a lit Bunsen burner, a can of maximum impact, some lube and a little black case. "Right on time, man, I like that..." he said. "Put your bag there, then sit down, then slide your shorts down so nobody walking by sees we're not wearing much here." I sat and he indicated the burner and bong cautioning me to keep it low below the level of the solid railing. Leaning to my left, I held the bong over the blue jet and with my left hand and watched the clouds start swirling within. I took a huge hit, and he told me "don't move!" as I felt him wrap a band around and then swab my right arm. With amazing ease, I felt the pin prick and warmth spreading from it, then he pulled away counting down from “10”. I exhaled the smoke I'd been holding, and at “1” he pulled the band and I coughed four times. Whoa... this guy knew his business... had to be the best point ever, and the easiest. If I thought I was horny before... jeez, I was an animal now. He stayed on his knees and began sucking licking and mouthing my cock while around it he said low enough that no one walking by could hear - "I pointed as soon as you turned the corner and I recognized you from your picture, and I had to get my mouth full of cock for a minute it got me so horny.” I was going wild and wanted some cock myself - we waited until there was no one passing by and he slid back into his seat, while I melted out of mine and between his legs. I was face to cock with that monster of his and started sucking and drooling all over it and his hot hairy balls. I lifted his legs a bit and got my tongue in his hot little hole while I felt his boy-butter covered fingers sliding into and lubing up my hole. I heard him spraying maximum impact into a cloth and he handed the cloth to me as he leaned down and whispered, “Stay on all fours but turn around and start impaling your hole on this cock... when you get in, sit up so it just looks like you are sitting on my lap.” Sucking the sprayed cloth, I turned around on hands and knees and backed my now very hungry hole up to that massive tool. It slid in amazing easily, showing how well the chems were doing their job. In a word it felt AMAZING, and unlike my usual M.O., I required no time to adjust. I got one leg under me while he held my hips and in a few more seconds I was sitting in his lap with that entire rod buried up inside my hairy blond butt. With our tank tops on and innocent smiles on our faces, we looked like a sweet gay couple just enjoying the afternoon, instead of two chem pigs, fucking in all-but-broad-daylight. I worked my butt muscles on his rod and he moaned, while I just rolled my eyes reveling in how damn good his huge cock felt in me. He leaned down to the burner and subtly got a hit from the bong. Leaning back and turning my head, we kissed and he shot-gunned his hit. The smoke wound up back in his mouth, and picking up a very fake cigarette he very obviously held it to his lips a second before breathing out our cloud of T. Then from below the porch there was a bang of a door which should have shocked me but didn't. A voice called up from below "I'm finished Mr. J... have a good weekend!" I looked down to the street to see the retreating back of a woman carrying some cleaning supplies in one hand and tossing a wave over her shoulder with the other. "What the fuck was that?" I asked with an obvious laugh, and he replied "my cleaning lady was running late today and I didn't want to wait to start our session, so that's why we've been fucking around out here on the porch." I just sat there for a second, still impaled on his huge piece and then starting laughing my head off. He said, “Let’s pull up our shorts and get inside and get the real fun started.” He turned off the burner, and put all his supplies in a wicker picnic basket as I pulled my shorts back on and got my bag. He opened the door and we crossed into the upper floor of the house quickly passing through what I think was the living room with a VERY extensive art collection. There also appeared to be a kitchen, small bedroom, and a bathroom on that level, but he hustled me quickly down a staircase. There was a small office at the bottom (with the door to the outside his cleaning lady had just used) and a locked door on the other side of the landing. Through the door was a huge room that was all play space - one of the best I'd ever seen. There was a sling, a rimseat, a weight bench, saint andrews cross, two mattresses and a couple of those wedge things covered in leather. The walls alternated between Vid Screens, mirrors and black pegboard with all sorts of toys and B&D equipment hanging or in metal cubes... there was a large bathroom that was mostly open to the space that looked more like a locker room bathroom than a home installation. Finally, on what would be the rear wall of the house, there was some kind of small alcove curtained off with black cloth. I smiled at him, nodding and saying "Nice... damn nice" then indicating the street and the office door over my shoulder I trailed off with "but... um". He laughed and said, "No man, the cleaning lady doesn't clean THIS room - only me." He hit a couple of switches and the screens lit - three screens of porn and one that was obviously a cam, split screened with us in the room on one side, and the logo for some cam site on the other. We stripped down completely this time and he opened the cam site pulling a few guys feeds onto the one screen while a small image of us remained for us to see ourselves. I took a good look at him (finally) as he got the bong ready for some hits. He WAS short, 5'5" might have been an exaggeration, but he was ripped and wiry with that huge cock and a sweet little butt - and covered with swirls of blond hair all over his chest, legs, arms, shoulders, ass and cock. We shared some huge hits as more guys "pinged" on the screen to watch us, and then he lay back in the sling and said "blow that chem-smoke up my fucking mancunt". Okay, so you don't have to ask me twice. Really, I catch on to these things rather well... All kidding aside, I got down on the pad under the sling, took a huge rip and sinking my lips onto that freakin’ gorgeous hole, pried him open with my tongue and breathed the cloud into that hole to the best of my practiced abilities. I totally LOVE rimming a man's hole and as usual it made my already hard dick ready to split open. "You've felt mine man, let me feel yours - give the viewers a show here". I stood up and sank my cock right into that fucking hot hole and proceeded to give him a major good pounding. I used the sling to its best advantage, at times pulling him to me, at other times hanging from the bars and rabbit fucking him, even pulling my legs up into the sling so he could suck my toes while I continued hanging from the bars and using my arms and the inertia from the movement to continue to pound into him. We had an awesome ride, until after a while his phone beeped. He asked me to hand him the phone, which I did, and he said "Good! He's right on time" (This guy definitely had something about punctuality - I never did find out what, but that sort of thing went on all weekend). "Who…?" I asked. He smirked, "My 'grocer' is here with a delivery for the weekend, we don't want to run out of Miss Tina, do we?" Vehemently shaking my head "NO", he smiled and said “I'll go let him in". And got up naked and hard and went across the hall. I sat on the weight bench watching the porn and the cam-guys for a minute then heard voices. Now, I'm a native New Yorker, and the fact is that I like hot guys of all races and nationalities - and I can indulge my desire for variety in New York very easily. Provincetown on the other hand, being a Massachusetts seashore resort, is another issue. Now don't get me wrong, I'm a white guy myself and it’s not like I don’t enjoy playing with other white guys, I just enjoy a varied diet when possible. Provincetown has gotten a bit more diverse over the years since I started going there, but is still pretty much white Bostonians and New Yorkers (which do have the Italian and Irish flavors) mixed in with the Quebecois from Montreal, and suburban gay New Englanders and East Coasters. So I was pleasantly surprised when a tall black man came through the door (seeming even taller in juxtaposition with my buddy) with a guy trailing him who looked like he was from one of the local Portuguese fishermen families. Lou, my buddy's 'candy-man' was a tall wiry black man with hair done back in tight cornrows and a tat coming up his neck. The guy with him - who went by the nickname "Vice" - was a stocky olive skinned guy with a huge chest, shoulders and biceps only a straight boy should have, as they were way out of proportion with the rest of him. Turns out I was right in that opinion. Jimmy introduced Lou - who in turn intro'd Vice to both of us. Lou said he hoped I didn't mind the company but he always came to Jimmy's place first on his delivery rounds so he could have a couple of hours to "chill" and get his rocks off before the busy evening delivery period in this gay mecca. He said Vice was one of his best bros, and Vice's "bitch girlfriend" was away taking summer courses and Vice wanted to get high and get his rocks off. Seems he'd never had head or anything from a "cocksucker" before, but when he found out that Lou got down with it and didn't have a problem, he figured he'd tag along and see if he could give it a shot. Okay, cool with me. Soaring as I was, I was up for pretty much anything, and frankly I love groups. Lou loaded up a big ole bong of his own from his bag, filled the base with something and then started pulling his clothes off - "come on, bro" he said to the hesitating Vice, who then proceeded to pull off his team logo shorts and wife beater. Lou was seriously defined with like 2% body fat, wiry with a nice sized piece (not as big as Jimmy's) and Vice was a fireplug of muscle with a bit of a beer gut for one so young, and an uncut piece that hung down over his balls nicely. He seemed like a satyr - really hairy from the waist down and almost no body hair from there up. Lou was a bit plumped already, but Vice was obviously a little intimidated and totally flaccid. Jimmy surreptitiously switched ONE of the porn vids to one that was bi with women in it along with the studs (sound down, thank god) and Lou fired up the magic cauldron and passed it around. As we breathed out our hits, Lou said to me "oh shit man, I forgot to ask - are you one of them ‘just tops’?" I smiled and said "no, I'm versatile - I like as much variety as I can get: sucking and getting sucked; fucking and getting fucked; rimming and getting rimmed... you get the picture." "Yeah, I'm down with that... so why don't you give this big black dealer dick a taste then man." I dropped to my knees and took that dick in one fell swoop. Vice muttered "Holy Shit" under his breath and Lou stopped and gave him the bong and said - why don't you sit down on the mattress there and take some hits and watch the scene so you can get used to it and get into it..." Then Jimmy said, "Are both you guys showered?" They both nodded. "Then watch this, Vice," he said as he pulled Lou and I toward the rimseat. He said to Lou, "we're both at your service... my New York bud here loves to fuckin’ toss salad till the cows come home." I got down on the matting and pulled myself under the rimseat while Jimmy pushed the leather pillow behind my neck. Lou took the glass cock back from Vice for a minute and gave me a huge shotgun, then returned the bong to Vice while Jimmy sprayed Maximum Impact into the bandanna, stuffed it into my mouth and against my nose and I inhaled deeply. Then Lou slowly sank his hot freakin’ butt over my face, settling himself into the rimseat while my brain exploded, and I went at his hole with my tongue like a madman. My rock-hard cock was swaying in the breeze for only a moment then I felt Jimmy's tight butt sinking down on me. "Yeah boy, fuck yourself on that cracker dick while you worship my big black cock boy". Sure enough, the sounds of dick being very eagerly sucked came from above my head. "Holy fuckin' shit... that’s fuckin crazy dude" was Vice's muttered comment. I heard the bubbling of the waterpipe as he took more and more hits. "shit, man... holy shit" he kept muttering in between. I was in fucking pig heaven, the only thing that could have made it better would have been a cock in my ass, which I was hoping wouldn't be too far off. After a while, Lou said to Vice... come over here man, and let these cocksuckers service you a bit too. Lou stood up, telling Jimmy to stay where he was... he took a huge rip from the pipe and knelt to shotgun it to me. Before he did I whispered "fuck my ass once I'm rimming him and Jimmy's sucking him". He nodded and passed me the hit. Then another whiff of the aroma filled bandanna and Vice was standing over me with his big hairy butt and yeah, I could smell from his legs he'd just showered (my one turn off is scat - too sensitive a nose). I heard Jimmy taking a hit, then Vice took another one and Lou pressed the newly sprayed bandanna to Vice's face and told him to breathe long and deep. While he did, Lou got one of the wedges and with Jimmy still sitting in my lap with my dick in his ass, Lou pushed the wedge under us. Lou then commanded Vice to sit down, and that straight hairy hole lowered itself to my waiting face. It was a work of art really, just a beautiful manhole. And as my tongue started its dance I found out he tasted REALLY good. And boy did he start to moan, especially when Jimmy started deep-throating him. Then finally I felt Lou’s hand around my butt and his finger pushed something small and sharp into me, and I realized he had booty bumped me. He muttered, "Fuck yeah man, enjoy the tweak..." and amazingly the next thing I felt was his goddamn tongue! Vice blurts out "Holy Fuck bro!" watching his friend munch another guys butt. I moaned as Lou rimmed me and the crystal started melting inside me. He pulled his tongue out, got up and sank his big dick right into my hole, sighing the whole way. Goddamn he felt good and I went even crazier on Vice's straight boy hole. "Oh shit, man, oh shit... this is so wrong... but wickie hot" (which he pronounced "hawt"). Lou threw me an awesome fuck, and I heard the bubbling as Vice took more and more hits off the water pipe, interspersed with him repeating "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck". "Yo man you ready to try some of this tight hole?" I heard Lou asking Vice. "Fuck yeah man!" was the response although when Vice stood he seemed a bit reluctant to take his hole away from my probing tongue. Lou came to stand over my head, while Vice got between my legs. As he was about to shove right in Lou stops him and says "Yo bro, a little courtesy here? You gotta’ wet down that mancunt before you fuck it..." Vice seemed ready to balk, but Lou said "Fuck dude, you watched me do it... bro you lick pussy and this is actually better. Just do it man..." He sprayed up the bandanna and shoved it in to Vice's face telling him to pull deep, he held it for a long time and Vice just whispered "aw that wickie hot..." again. Lou gave me the cloth and I breathed deep and then that tight black ass was heading my way again. Jimmy is still bouncing on my cock and says, "yeah man let me eat that big licorice stick...". Vice's tentative first licks started becoming downright enthusiastic and he and I both moaned as he did so. After a minute he pulled his face away and then that uncut linguica of his started into my willing hole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" was pretty much the only sound Vice could make as he started to slowly fuck, then really pound my hole. I forgot how "enthusiastic" the young could be! I think Lou, Jimmy and I knew Vice could not hold that pace for long, so Lou said to Jimmy, “slide off your buds cracker dick and sit down on this dealer cock – you can face away and suck your juices off his dick…” which, indeed Jimmy prepared to do. I missed being in that hot hole, but I was glad he was going to enjoy another cock other than mine, as I kind of felt like I unintentionally wound up monopolizing the scene and it was HIS scene after all! As Jimmy got himself positioned, Lou basically commanded Vice to jerk my cock while he fucked me and Jimmy got into place. I felt Vice tentatively wrap his hand around my tool and start to pull on me, gaining more confidence as he went on… Jimmy impaled his pighole on Lou and started riding like he’d joined the rodeo. Soon enough, Vice was bellowing and blowing a load up my hole, and Lou more quietly did the same for Jimmy, who never did get around to blowing me at that point. After a lot of heavy breathing, Lou said they had deliveries to make and they’d best be finishing up with us “for now” – which I found encouraging! We were all standing and shaking out our muscles and Vice asked if there was somewhere he could clean up a bit and piss, so Jimmy led him off to the bath. Lou just looked at me and smiled, put his finger to his lips in a “shush” motion, went to his jeans and handed me a small envelope. “That’s for a seriously good time man, on the house,” he whispered “I’ve been wanting to get that Portuguese homeboi into some more serious shit for a while and you guys just got him off to an excellent start… thanks. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around this weekend…” I thanked him and stuffed the envelope into a compartment in my bag, then used some wet ones to clean off a bit as Jimmy and Vice returned. “We need to do some business,” Jimmy said drawing Lou toward the door. “We’ll be in the office, you two chat amongst yourselves, or whatever else you choose to do…” Lou indicated the water pipe on the way out, so I picked it up and fired up the torch as Vice said, “Fuck that was freaky man – never had a BJ like that, never had a cunt as tight as your ass, and fuck – what your tongue was doing to my ass… wickie cool.” “Yeah,” I said, as I filled the torch with butane “sex on this can be pretty awesome – and with a dude too, cause there’s no expectation or bullshit like marriage or getting knocked up.” “You got that dude,” he said as I fired up the pipe and took a huge hit – I indicated my mouth and his to see if he wanted a shot gun hit, he looked a bit weirded-out, looked around and then leaned in. I fed him the smoke and we actually had a bit of a tongue duel as his prior inhibitions continued to ebb away from him. “So did you enjoy yourself today Vice?” I asked. “Yeah,” he replied, “freaky but wickie hot.” I handed him the glassware and the flame and he took the biggest rip I’d seen him do yet, put them down, and then grabbed my ass with both hands, and with a smirk pulled me in for a shotgun. Pleasantly surprised with his sudden aggressiveness, I put my arms around his neck and shoulders and wrapped one leg around his waist letting his now re-hardening cock to slide below my balls, through my crack and against my hole. “Lou was pretty certain he was coming back for more sometime later,” I said. “I sure hope you’re still cool with this and up for coming back too, I’d like to give you some more of what I gave you earlier…” “Yeah man? You really like gettin’ fucked a lot, don’tcha?” I looked at him for a second and said, “Yep. But don’t get me wrong dude, I like to fuck as much or even MORE than I like to get fucked. Shit, if you weren’t straight, I’d be all up in that freakin’ gorgeous ass of yours, but don’t worry, I respect limits…” He looked shocked for a second and then laughed. “Seriously, Vice, for me that’s one of the most awesome things about mansex – I get to try ALL the positions, from both directions. I did my share of pussy when I was younger, but for ME, it’s just not as exciting, and you sure can’t switch roles so to speak!” He chuckled again, shook his head and said “Man, I gotta’ give it up to you. You’re cool, very cool… yeah, I’ll prob’ly be back later with Lou and tap that ass again…” I dropped to one knee, took a quick suck on his rod and said “I look forward to it…” before I took his pole most of the way in and began a slow goodbye suck. He rifled my hair a bit, moaned a little, and then a minute or two later asked “You really think I have a nice looking ass?” Bingo! Licking around his head I answered, “oh yeah dude, SERIOUSLY nice…”. He started to get dressed then, as we heard Jimmy and Lou coming back from their “business” in the office. Before they left, Lou said that Jimmy told him I was staying at The Ranch and asked if I could invite him into the place before Saturday – seems the management didn’t want him just coming like the ice cream man to sell, which would be too obvious, BUT if he were invited in by a guest to play, and then just happened to meet some people whom he could help out, that would be okay. “Sure,” I told Lou and Vice, “I’ll likely be back there for a break tomorrow afternoon and early evening… if I’m not here, I’m there – room 21.” I also gave both of them my cell number. As he was about to leave, Lou turned and said “I suppose you two will be working the holes later?” and Jimmy replied in the affirmative. “Holes?” I asked when they’d gone. For an answer, Jimmy pulled aside the black curtain around the small alcove… “I have my own private Glory Holes,” Jimmy told me. What looked like a former coal chute or maybe a woodshed attached to the back of the house had been converted to Jimmy’s own private oral paradise. Seems he had a system of lights on the side of his house. If there was a green light shining instead of white, the hole was open… TWO green lights meant two holes were open. How this news got around to locals, I’m not quite sure, although the winters are REALLY long, grey and boring up there, so I guess anything like that would get around… I was intrigued by the whole concept to say the least.

This isn't fiction. I have decided to write down my journey up until now. How I became the way I am. How I risk taking poz cock as a closeted married man. If I'm posting this in the wrong section please accept my apologies. I'm not sure a story all about me is worthy of bothering other sections of the forum. This is something I'm trying to get some pressure and maybe guilt off my chest. Being closeted I have nobody to talk to about this. Nobody knows any of what I'm about to type but me. And now you: I'll start right at the beginning. I lost my virginity when I was just old enough to be legal. This being my anal virginity. I slept with and lost my virginity to a girl at age 13. She was also 13. My parents were away for the weekend and I invited a random guy over from a website called Gaydar.co.uk. It used to be a great website but I'm not even sure if it exists any more. I wanted to suck my first dick. Had no plans on being fucked the first time. Anyway, the guy turned up around 1pm in the afternoon. I let him in. He was around 25 y/o. We went straight upstairs and I asked him what I should do. He told me to undress and get on my knees. I did. He was not fat but was a big guy. Tall and stocky. He got his cock out and dropped it right in my face. I recoiled. I was scared. The guy was not sympathetic as he sighed and looked impatient. I was nervous and knew there was no turning back. I leaned forward and opened my mouth. I remember the taste. I liked it and I could feel the oily pre cum lubricating my tongue. I had already tasted my own cum by this point but his was saltier, more bitter. I still loved the taste. I felt dirty and happy with what I was doing. I was also shaking with nerves. There's no way he couldn't tell. I was sucking his dick for a long time. I can't even say how long but my knees were red. I daren't complain. He got rough and was forcing his dick down my throat and making me gag. Everytime I gagged he released a muted "ha". He was laughing at me. I started to feel defiant. I had never been treat this way. My defiance soon passed as he sat on the bed, put his hand under my armpit and FLUNG me with one arm on to the bed behind him. He lays on his back and told me to get at it. I sucked for what seemed like another half an hour. Once in a while his cock would throb strongly but he never came. I could feel pre-cum seeping out all the time. Pre-cum still makes my eyes roll back to this day because of this first time. He asked me if I wanted to fuck. It looked easy in the pornos. I knew it would hurt a little but thought I could handle it. He had brought lube. He told me to bend over on the bed. I did. He fingered my ass. I was ok with this as I had experimented with my own fingers previously. After some prodding and loosening he lined up his dick and put it in slowly. I felt the pain immediately. I lurched forward and let out a painful squeal. He pulled me back by my hips. I should note that he was silent this whole time. He never said a word from the moment he put his cock in me til the moment he left. Anyway, he pushed in to me as I screamed in pain. He didn't thrust in fast, it was all very slow, but the pain was excruciating. Finally he was all the way in. I'd say about 6 inches and quite thick. When he was in he stayed there for about a minute. Still silent. I was still hurting, I thought the pain would be over quickly. He started slowly withdrawing and then pushing back in. I started crying. Not small sobs. Lots of tears, very loud crying. I begged him to stop. He didn't. Just silence as he fucked me and held my hips. I tried to fling myself forward but crashed down on to my stomach as he put his whole weight on top of me. Balls deep. He sped up and started fucking me like I'd seen in the porn. I was still crying but it didn't hurt as much. He fucked me for around 15 minutes. Stopping once in a while. I knew it was to stop himself cumming. I asked for cum in my mouth and almost as soon as I finished my sentence he thrust hard and came in my ass. I said nothing. I had stopped crying halfway through his rigorous smashing of my virgin hole but the degradation of him cumming in me when I said no. The loss of agency. I burst out crying again. He was just silent. He didn't have to say anything. We both knew what just happened. He then pulled out, wiped his dick on my pillow, grinned at me and left. He had got in his car and drove away before I even got off the bed. I realise now I was raped. Somehow it didn't feel like it at the time. I knew I was in trouble when the thought of my rape made my cock hard. I was done for when I had my first wank...Thinking about my rape. This was only around a week later. That was my introduction to being a sub bottom for men. I am still a very dominant top with Women and was always successful in the hunt for pussy. I would only seek cock when I couldn't get pussy but this all changed when I was a couple of years older, and cock became the main goal. My next dick wasn't for two years. I wanted it so much but the trauma of my first encounter stayed with me. I would play with myself with gay porn all the time but stayed away from the real thing. I had a girlfriend, and my next encounter with cock actually came because of her. Let me know if this is appropriate and if you want more. I'm aware I'm not a great writer. This really is just a journal up to now. I feel my story gets very interesting so hopefully you want to hear more of it. Part 2 is linked here as it has straight sex. Further parts will be all gay and here in this thread.

AS I STATED IN PART ONE OF THIS MULTIPART EXPERIENCE: Most of those who’ve read my real life “enhanced” experiences may know that I’ve kept a “sex diary” since I was a teen-ager coming out in pre-AIDS New York City. This multi-part entry tells about the longest party weekend I’ve had in all my years back in 2006. I had started to tell this story on another now defunct site almost 10 years ago, but the notebook of my experiences from that time went missing when a friend borrowed the whole set and returned it with one book missing. He found the misplaced notebook just this month while doing a closet overhaul to relieve Corvid Cabin Fever. I will post it as I finish typing and editing, in several parts. PART 2 – THURSDAY, SUNSET INTERLUDE Jimmy pulled me into the bathroom telling me we had someplace to go and should do a quick rinse in the shower – as the water hit us from all directions we started deep kissing and rubbing our horny cocks against each other when all of a sudden I felt a warmth coming from that big tool between us. Awesome, the sexy fucker was pissing between us, so I let go of my piss too and we laughed and joked like two school kids as we soaked each other down. We soaped up and toweled off, and then he had me bend over for a booty bump from a needleless syringe, following with one for himself. He told me – boots, socks, jock, cutoffs and tossed me a sleeveless flannel shirt. Out the lower door and into a Miata convertible we went and he headed out to Herring Cove as he said, “to suck straight guys, swim and fuck a bit and watch the sunset.” Well, okay. This guy did have a thing about scheduling, but that was cool, I was up for it. When I lived in P’town I usually hit the Dunes around 4pm so my Irish skin wouldn’t fry, but still getting some sun and some outdoor sex with the other gay guys out there. I didn’t know all those years, that later, around 6, some of the local straight guys went out there for some oral service. Jimmy said he was a regular for that. Obviously Jimmy shared my love of getting straight guys into the scene a bit, although this seemed to be more the pump and dump type deal than I usually did – but hey, I was cool and up for it so I followed his lead as we parked at the far end of the beach lot. On the ride he mentioned that some of the guys really liked to get dominant and abusive and he knew that was NOT my scene – even bottoming I don’t do submissive, it’s just not me - so he told me he’d give me a sign if there were “regulars” there that I would not have fun with. We got onto one of the trails through the dune scrub brush and came out on the edge of the beach around the place where earlier in the day the “straight” section of the beach bordered with the “lesbian” section of the beach – the gay men’s section was even further from the lot on the far side of the lesbian section. Of course, the sun worshippers were gone at this point, and there were just a few folks, mostly men, wandering along the water’s edge. We “set up shop” in a little group of dune plum and dune birch trees just a few feet from the edge of the beach area – Jimmy stuck out a beach umbrella that screened things a bit more, laid down a blanket for us to kneel on, pulled out poppers, got us both on our knees and settled in to wait for “customers”. He pulled out a little pre-loaded pipe melted it a bit and took a puff or two, handing it to me to do the same. It probably wasn’t five minutes before we heard a stealthy approach. Two middle-aged guys came into our bower through the brush and the first one smirked and remarked, “Two cocksuckers – nice, no waiting today.” He was bald and slightly chunky and his buddy was taller, very skinny, with a graying ponytail and both were engaged in pulling their cocks out of their grey dickies-type workpants. Both wore well-used scuffed construction boots, and work-shirts with grease and oil stains. I vaguely recognized them from a car and boat engine repair shop in town. Baldy had a thick, uncut tool and ponytail had a longer, thinner cropped tool. Jimmy signaled me a “no” for the bald guy and motioned me towards his skinnier friend. Fine by me – I motioned the guy over and undid his pants some more as the talkative buddy growled “you got those little bottles anywhere cocksucker?” Jimmy took his bottle of poppers, shook them a bit, took a huge huff and handed them over. I did the same with mine and my guy, who proceeded to take a couple of snorts with each nostril and then handed me back the bottle – I took another huff and the stuff hit me and suddenly I was all about servicing that straight man cock. Fortunately, it curved down slightly as he was soon groaning and pulling me on to it all the way to his pubes, and the curve let it go all the way down my throat without gagging or wanting to. We both obviously enjoyed the feel of his rod lodged all the way to his balls in my throat and I worked my throat muscles to squeeze him and drive him really crazy. I gave that townie and his long circumcised screwdriver excellent oral service lasting a good 15 minutes, bringing him to the edge and back a couple of times before I let him finally explode down my throat. All the while his partner in crime was spewing all sorts of trash talk that frankly if I’d been working on him would have made me nuts – I probably would have broken his nose had he sent those remarks my way… Jimmy was smart to direct me AWAY from the guy, but he seemed to enjoy the humiliating monologue, so hey, whatever gets ya’ off, right? He finished off his guy not too long after I finished mine. And with a soft “thanks” from my dude, and a derogatory crack from the other, they were off and back to their car. Much to Jimmy’s disappointment, we only sucked off one more guy each… both very nervous and very fast shooters. I barely remember them other than mine was uncut and tasted pretty good. As the sun started setting, Jimmy led me down to the water for a skinny-dip and a bit of fooling around ourselves before he decided we should pack up and head back to town to get ready for the leather party we were going to that night. We hopped back into his car and headed back to his place, with a quick stop at my guest house to pick up one or two leather items I thought would be good for the evening. I mentioned Fratboy wanting to join us later and asked if that was cool – Jimmy was up for that so long as we could get him properly geared up, which between us wouldn’t be too hard. The kid had told me his hubby was planning on an early night and would likely take an Ambien by 10pm and would expect him to go out and enjoy himself. PART 3 - THURSDAY NIGHT - GETTING IN THE MOOD We arrived back at Jimmy’s place and headed for the playroom. He dimmed the lights some, put the porn on with low volume and gave us both a bit of g mixed with Gatorade to help us relax a bit before getting ready for the party in a few hours. We just laid back, naked, sometimes chatting, sometimes eyes closed, always with a tug or two on the other’s cock, or a tweak or tug on a nipple. I actually kind of dozed for a bit and I believe he did too, until his cell phone rang, and he stirred to check the caller ID. He jumped up, tossing a “be right back” over his shoulder and crossed the hall to his office. I stirred also, seeing that it was pretty much time to start getting ready. I was taking a hit from the bong when he returned with a bit of a frown. “Anything wrong?” I asked. He reached for the glassware and dropped down beside me with a pout that for all the world made him look like a school kid having a temper tantrum. “Best laid plans… damn,” he started. “Gonna have to change some of the plans for the weekend. My boyfriend is coming in for a day tomorrow, so I’m going to have to leave you on your own – just tomorrow – and then we’ll hook back up Saturday for the special group that night…. Sorry.” I told him that was okay, and he was very relieved. Apparently, his other half, like mine doesn’t party and only does groups and scenes on rare occasions. According to Jimmy, he spent only about half his time in P’Town (and other than Christmas/New Years, no time at all during the winter). He usually didn’t mind Jimmy playing in the dungeon after he went to bed, but being home only one day, plus needing to do some legal stuff with Jimmy for some new artwork, he wanted Jimmy to himself for the whole day. “Understandable,” I told him, “don’t worry I’ll be fine!” We each did a quick touch-up with his shower-shot to make sure we were still set for anal play of any sort. We both had some yogurt and some pineapple and grapes, then continued dressing taking a few hits off the bong. I was in laced 16-inch black leather boots, leather chap-shorts with removable front panel and ass panel, chest harness with a strap to a metal cockring under the shorts, a leather vest, right AND left black leather bicep bands, and a black leather ball cap. Jimmy chose rubber, having me powder him all over, he wormed his way into a rubber assless singlet with what I can only describe as a black gladiator skirt (inch wide strips of black rubber all the way round his waist) so he wouldn’t get hassled about his ass being completely exposed. He carried that “roman” look into his footwear which looked more like black leather gladiator sandals than actual boots. He had a leather vest with laced sides and a black leather do-rag on his head. He also had right and left armbands, but metal. He checked the time (again!), saying “perfect, let’s go”. Throwing some stuff into a leather sling bag, he guided me out the office door and locked it behind him. Our first stop was the A-House just to check out the Macho Bar for a bit. Just like in “the old days”, Adam was working the door. Seeing us walk up, he just grabbed me by the back of the neck and laid one on me, finally saying “well look who’s back in town?” Adam was a town legend… a former marine, blond, buzz cut, huge pecs with huge ring piercings, smooth skinned muscular, and the kinkiest greediest fisting bottom you’ll ever encounter. When off-duty, simply walking around town during the day, he wore cutoffs, white socks and construction boots ONLY – the shorts generally ripped, and the boots… no joke, the guy wore boots with metal eye bolts sticking out sideways from the heels so that any piece of rope could become an instant sling for him in an emergency. He and I had played a number of times during my summers living there, he being the first guy I ever got both my fists into at the same time… Everyone had considered the guy to be a walking porn film, and now 10 years later he still was. Jimmy was quite pleased to discover we knew each other, as coincidentally, Adam would be at the party at his place later. That made me smile. We milled around the upstairs bar, checking out the early crowd, me drinking ginger ale (I can’t drink and party at the same time). After 20 minutes or so, I got a message on my phone from Fratboy, that his husband had taken his pill and had gone to sleep. We told him to meet us at my room in 10 minutes. Jimmy downed whatever he was drinking, and we clomped down the stairs and out the door past Adam (from whom I got a promise to spend some quality time with at the party). We walked back to The Ranch and headed up to my room. We’d hardly sat on the bed and pulled out the pipe when there was a knock, and Fratboy slipped in. Closing the door behind him, Jimmy handed him the pipe but held the torch since I told him the kid was a newbie. “Okay, guys, at this point I should be a good host and do an actual introduction, but despite me having had sex with you several times over the past 3 years, I actually don’t know your name…”. Fratboy had been holding a hit but spewed out a startled cloud laughing and coughing. That’s when I found out his name was not “Fratboy” but Kieran, and he learned mine was John and not “Dude”. Jimmy asked if Kieran had prepped himself and was ready for a wild night and when the answer was affirmative, Jimmy said “we have to catch you up, bend over”. Pulling the kid’s shorts down, Jimmy dropped and licked K’s ass a bit then inserted a BIG crystal. Chuckling, he then followed up with one for him and one for me if slightly smaller. I passed Kieran a full size Viagra (he was young, BUT… better safe than sorry), while I topped up my earlier dose with a 25, Jimmy had his own. We stripped Kieran down, then started putting together some gear. Fortunately, he was also size 10 ½ so he could wear my other boots - black leather engineers. Jimmy pulled out black neoprene shorts, and I put my spare chain harness and two black leather thong type armbands on him. He had his own black sleeveless denim shirt to go over but leave open, and I put another black ball cap on him, while Jimmy pulled out the finishing touch, a thick black leather collar with a black leather leash. Kieran nearly blew a load just looking at himself in the mirror. Doing a few more copious hits each, with both Jimmy and I shot-gunning them to Kieran, we headed out and up the street to the leather night at Backstreet. There was a good crowd downstairs, and Jimmy indicated the DJ booth. Low and behold another old friend, Manny was DJing, and let us in the booth. He took a minute then recognized me, we having played a few times as well, the years had treated him as well as Adam – now he looked like a Latino Satyr with salt and pepper buzz cut, and silver among the black in his satanic Vandyke goatee. However, he didn’t know I partied, and made sure to shotgun me when we gave him a surreptitious hit. Hoping his big P.A.’d Latino cock and beautiful hairy ass would be on offer later, we left our bag, our vests and K’s shirt, and my front and back panels from my shorts (codpiece on my cock, but ass exposed) and Jimmy’s gladiator skirt in the booth. That’s when our fratboy discovered his neoprene shorts had a fly in the back as well as the front! On the dance floor, we three plowed right into the crowd, finding a home close to the center and in front of the DJ booth. Not only were our hands groping each other’s asses, and crotches and chests, hands around us joined in, and we returned the favor. Hairy guys, smooth guys, muscular torsos, well-padded bear bods, otters, daddies, bois – just lots of hot men of all kinds dancing and coping feels. We’d pop back to the DJ booth to do a few quick hits after every few songs, sharing with Manny as secretly as we could, and we all got a few licks of Manny’s pierced pinga in when he opened his tight leather jeans under the mixing board. The music got a bit more trance-like as the time got closer to Provincetown’s oddly early “witching hour” of 1AM (being a native NY’er, used to our 4am closing, it was odd – but to be fair, allowed for more playtime if you hooked up). The three of us were high, horny and hard, and as the lights went to almost full blackout with the dry ice fog adding mystery – our cocks were out and sliding in each other’s trench, with the occasional insert of a thick head. I noticed that there seemed to be more cocks available than just our three and realized some of our dancefloor neighbors were joining in our fun… that was cool with me, it reminded me of my college days at the NYC leather clubs and dance clubs like Limelight, where a “sneak-fuck” on the dance floor was a much more frequent occurrence. It wasn’t a good idea to be REALLY obvious that there might be some actual sex going on out there – dancing front to back rubbing cock along asscrack (with the occasional slip of the head into a hole for a few strokes and only when the lights were really low) all three of us playing with the others front and back soon became more like 7 or 8. One of the last songs had a driving beat putting us into a circle – crotch to ass, one arm on the guy in front the other on the guy in back and I started feeling myself slipping into other new holes, and feeling new strange cock slip into me. I would have been happy with this going on for a while longer, but Jimmy pulled his phone, checked the time and pulled Kieran and I out of the sweaty group scene, indicating we had to go. Giving two of the couples we were dancing with business card type invites, he whispered to each of the four “Bareback Leather Chem-party at my dungeon tonight – only pnp’ers and everyone needs to be at least partly versatile, hope to see you…” We got our stuff from the booth, all of us giving Manny a kiss and a grope and took the back exit out onto Bradford Street. It was 12:45AM. “We need to get back to my place and open everything up by 1AM so nobody is waiting or worse leaves! I chuckled; it was that punctuality thing again! PART 4 - THURSDAY NIGHT DUNGEON PARTY We walked on Bradford rather than Commercial to save time and got to Jimmy’s in about 5 minutes entering through the office. You should have seen Kieran’s face when he saw the dungeon. Jimmy told us to strip any superfluous portions of our attire (I dropped the vest and the front and back panels of my chap shorts; Kieran lost the shirt and we set him up in a black leather jock). Our host then had us setting out trays of lube, toys, pipes, poppers, maximum impact, Gatorade and fruit. Lights, music and vids seemed to have been pre-set like a stage production. The damn place was so organized we were done before 1:10 when the first buzzer sounded. Two of the guys we just met entered, and several locals followed quickly. Ages ranged from Kieran’s early 20 something to one local who I knew to be approaching 70 (a yoga instructor, he was wiry and toned) with bods from muscle to beer-gut, most hairy a few smooth, cut and uncut, small to very large endowments, nice variety (though at this point we were all white guys, this being Provincetown, but that would change a little as you’ll see). Kieran and I were instructed to get people high, with holes and cocks free or in easy access, while Jimmy kept by the door showing where to put clothes, and how to work the shower and clean up equipment and such. Passing two large water bongs around while asking names (and me greeting the few I actually knew formerly) and telling guys it was clouds and booty bumps for now, no pointing please until our host locks the door at 2. Seeing the next arrivals, I almost dropped the pipe, Kieran whispering to me “What’s that about?” Indicating with my head, I said “the two guys who just came in, I know them… I’ve traded fucks with, and I fisted the boi of that couple but the daddy I’ve only ever been given the opportunity to do a bit of oral with. The daddy is Mack Kiley and he has the biggest white-guy cock I’ve ever seen in my whole piggy life.” “Bigger than Jimmy’s?” K squeaked in a whisper. “Maybe an inch longer but WAY wider. I’ve fantasized being fucked by that work of art since I first met them in 1990. Mack never believed a former top only like me would ever be able to take it, and he HATES when someone tries and then begs off because of pain. Maybe seeing me fucked by Jimmy he’ll change his mind.” As I greeted them, and they not only remembered me, but were very pleased I was there, Kieran just stared until he realized it was rude. It's kind of understandable – they had been and were still an impressive leather couple. Neither was classically handsome but had masculine bearded faces. Danny, the more sub, was now about 35 a hairy otter with a nice hairy husky body from actual construction work, with a pierced uncut cock of average size and a heavenly hairy ass. Mack still looked great – 60ish – a little more chunk over his hairy musculature than 10 years prior, a big hairy ass, and that monster between the legs – a masterpiece of a circumcised cock over 10 inches long, but with a girth of just about 8 inches, with lemon size balls in a velvet sack hanging way low below pulled by a leather ball stretcher. Now, I’ve had a few Latino and African American playmates over the years who were longer by an inch or two (see “ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE: How Big Are Those Cocks?”), but none that girthy by a long shot. I smiled a sly grin when I also realized that Jimmy’s rules were that EVERYONE had to party, and EVERYONE had to be versatile at least part of the time – no total bottoms OR tops. These two hotties did not party back in the 90s, and Mack never did anything but top. Meaning Mack’s big hairy leather daddy butt had to be at least partly available too this evening. Better and better! I headed into the office to check with Jimmy to see if he’d rather I answered the door so he could start playing with his guests only to find him being orally serviced front and rear by two fully shaved leather boys – he thanked me for the offer and told me he’d rather I got the sex started in the other room. Guys were still blowing clouds, but there was shot-gunning turning into kissing all over, asses and cocks being groped and stroked, so checking with Kieran to make sure he was ready, I popped him into a sling. Crouching, I rimmed that pretty ass ‘till it was soaking, all the while coating my hard tool with lube. I stood up and eased my way into him as the majority of guests watched intently, and then the party was on. Some guy I didn’t know got beside K’s head and slid an uncovered cock into his welcoming mouth. Another slipped behind me snapping some clothespins on my nips and rubbing his erection in my crack. An artist from town grabbed my Fratboy’s cock and deep throated it in no time at all, while pushing his very hot ass out and back for easy access – soon a bearded face was buried deep and Art-man moaned around the cock in his mouth. Ah, nirvana, I thought as the cock in my crack breached my hole and slowly began to fuck me, matching his strokes to mine in Kieran’s ass. “Lucky Pierre”, my favorite place to be! This party was starting out perfectly. “You planning on sharing your boy?” asked the guy dicking me. “Of course,” I replied and slipped out, allowing him access to K’s hole. The artist’s ass was free and I couldn’t resist dropping to my knees in preparation to rim that magnificent butt – only to be offered a hit off a water bong by some kind soul – taking a huge rip, I slowly exhaled that t-vapor over and into his sweet pucker. I’d known the guy years ago, but we’d never played – he hadn’t changed much, a bit less tire around the middle, and because he’d always kind of gotten on my nerves I’m afraid I had missed out on his positive aspects (he was known for being very loud and discussing sexual kinks in front of kids and grandmas in his gravelly Brooklyn tones that made Fran Drescher sound pleasant – and BTW, I’m a native NY’er myself, so I’m allowed…). Anyway, here was this dude – smooth all over (hairy is my usual, but on a guy who is naturally smooth, that’s damn sexy too) with olive skin, a magnificent ass I’d just been chowing down on and while taking another bong hit, noticed he had the most perfect smooth velvet skinned incredibly low hanging sack of big balls swinging beneath that ass. That sack had DEFINITELY been stretched by someone who quite obviously enjoyed some CBT play. So, while I rimmed a few minutes more, I batted those eggs hard a few times and his roar of “Fuck Yes” let me know it was appreciated. I followed that by standing and sending my hard cock right up that killer hole. He bucked right back, yelling “pound me!” before stuffing his mouth full of dick again. I gave him the hardest piston fucking I could while spanking his ass with my hands in time to my hip movements. When I pulled out to take a breather, he freed his mouth saying, loudly of course, “Gotta know who the goddamn just gave my ass the fuck I’ve been waiting all month for…”. Then he saw me, recognized me, and crowed, “oh my gawd, I’ve just been bitch fucked by Dudley Do-right!”. See, one of the reasons he got on my nerves so much back when I was a summer resident was because despite the kink pig I was on the inside he constantly referred to me as a Boy Scout, or Captain America, or Luke Skywalker or Captain Kirk, or the All-American Boy, or Neil Armstrong or worse “Goodie Two-Shoes”, because I was kind of a jock and didn’t LOOK edgy or artsy, had no tattoos, no piercings (I would have but my hubby is turned off by them, so why?) and being fifth generation NYC without a “dees, dems, does” accent was apparently too much for him to bear. Apparently, we both missed out on a damn good sex partner due to some preconceptions. So when he pulled the Dudley Do-right bit, instead of getting pissed, I laughed my ass off (and did my best impression of the cartoon character which is actually pretty good). That made him laugh too… and later in the evening, I’d find my hole being filled with that gorgeous ball sack and big eggs of his as he “ball fucked” me. I noticed a few more guys had trickled in, one being an old buddy Clint, who was the bass in a fairly famous gay acapella group. A very large African American bear type, he had the sweetest personality and an ass that could take me to the elbow. He grabbed me from behind, hugging me and laughing and pushed his short but fat cock into me while he licked my earlobe. “So cool seeing you dude! Didn’t expect you here, thought you’d be in the city singing at the Duplex or some shit…” I was really pleased to see him and later in the evening, I reminded him- well, reminded his hole – how double jointed my hands and wrists are! It was shortly 2am, and the last 3 guests – Adam the bouncer, Manny the DJ, and interestingly Lou the candyman were quickly stripping as Jimmy locked the door and pulled his prepared rig, while most of the other party guests broke to do the same. Lou offered to admin me, and as he was prepping I asked where Vice was. “He’s chillin’ in the office, guarding the door and watching straight porn – since the rules are that everyone has to switch hit, he was just not ready for that…” I had to admit, that made sense. Things got wilder and more intense now. I was on my back on a platform with my face under the rimseat, with my cock free to be sucked or ridden, and my butt within reach of anyone next to the platform. I tasted a few hot holes and had several guys ride my cock, while Lou and Jimmy and another dude took turns rimming and fucking me. Nice! But then everyone kind of stepped away… and my hopes for the evening were made. Mack (of the giant tool), his boi Danny and Adam the bouncer were heading my way. I took few major hits from the nearest bong, and got Kieran to throw me some Maximum Impact and a jock that was laying around. I sprayed a copious amount, sniffed and sucked on the cloth, and ducked my head back under the seat. Mack sat that magnificent hairy daddy butt of his right down and I chowed down like a madman. I felt a hot hairy ass sink down onto my hard cock and knew that had to be Danny (since Adam was shaved all over) and then Adam’s location became apparent when I felt a tongue and fingers and some metal start to work my hole. This was getting me really excited – even more when Mack took time away from his pleased growling to say “that’s it boys, get him ready for me, we’re finally gonna have ourselves a fuck, eh stud?” Adam’s fingering got more insistent as he stretched me, and then I felt the cold intrusion – it had to be a syringe for a booty bump – and when he released the contents into me, boy was it a doozy. I was a bit shocked at how much it hit me, then reminded myself of the monster that was about to take up residence inside me, and decided I was pleased. I will say, my hole was accepting Adam’s four fingers, then his pierced cock, then his fingers again quite easily. Mack shifted a couple of times to drop the head of his behemoth into my mouth, then returned his hole to my tongue while his own regular boy got him wet and hard while still riding my cock. At some unseen signal, they all shifted places. Adam and Danny moved to either side of me, tweaking my nips and stroking my cock. Mack moved between my legs slathering that god-cock of his with lube and anal-ease and staring me down. The rimseat was left empty for the moment, apparently so Mack could watch my facial expressions, and I could watch the fattest cock I’ve ever had before or since enter me. Kieran had come close to watch in fascination, horniness and I think a small amount for fear and horror. Lou was fucking him as they stood nearby, and they were the keepers of the Max Impact and poppers. As I took a huff of the former, I felt the cool metal kiss of Mack’s huge gauge PA part my hole. I reminded myself that I actually WANTED this and let myself relax and open – there was no way I would show Mack any pain or discomfort even if there was some. The peach sized head popped in a bit faster than I think either of us expected and I felt the internal spasm that usually produces, but fortunately, was sucking on the jock that very moment, so I didn’t wince or anything. Mack continued a slow entry and I reached out to grab and squeeze his giant nips, smiling up at him and saying “fuck yes, THANK you”. When he bottomed out at last, again, my hole spasmed for a minute then calmed. I felt his balls swing against my butt and marveled at the sensation of being that freaking FULL of that masterpiece of man meat. THAT’s when I saw Mack smile, ear to ear as he said “you ARE enjoying this! Brilliant! Let’s fuck stud.” Fuck we did, thank god he did not pound me the way I’d given it to the artist and a few others already that evening – I couldn’t have handled it – but then I’m brandishing an average length tool while he was sporting a megacock! To this day, that was one of the hottest fucks as a bottom I’ve had in my life… it was a group scene so it was about 15 minutes of him in me, while Adam and Danny either rode one of my arms, or sat on my face or sucked my own rock-hard prick, while I worked my ass muscles as best I could on the beast inside me. And then to my added pleasure, after 15 minutes of a great fuck, Mack sped up his thrusting and bred me. Awesome. It took a few minutes for me to stand without leg tremors, but by the time I had, Mack had taken my place and presented me with his ass – I’d be the first to fuck him that evening. A bit of chowing down on his hairy daddy hole, then a pause as Adam booty bumped HIM, and I began a slow entrance with Mack reminding me that he was even newer to bottoming than I was. I was stunned. That hole was HEAVEN. I felt like a warm silk and velvet vice had grabbed hold of my cock and led me to the promised land. That 60+ mans ass was one sweet sensation (and now, 15 years later at 57 myself, it still gives me hope!) and I’m still not sure which was hotter, finally bottoming for him, or topping him. I gave him a good slow, twisting, sensuous fuck and he really enjoyed it. We broke after about 10 minutes, and headed for refreshments and the pipes, and a few minutes to piss and breathe. The rest of the evening was awesome. I had my fists in Adam, Manny, Clint, Danny, and the artist. All of them fucked me, and as I said, artist guy Seth ball fucked me and got his cock in with his balls for about 5 minutes too. Lou and Jimmy and Kieran and I switched around and Jimmy and I gave Kieran his first Double Penetration. Jimmy had turned the lights on and opened the alcove at the rear of the house for gloryhole work, and several of us got to blow or sink our asses onto the cocks of the guys who appeared intermittently. There’s a buzzer for the guest to use if the sucker is away for a moment, and there was a grainy black and white security cam that showed the guy or guys out there. I couldn’t wait to tell my hubby that I had sucked off the hot Vietnamese owner of the local Chinese restaurant who had a wife and tons of kids, but whom we had always suspected swung a bit our way. At 6AM we helped Jimmy put some stuff away, and the party broke up – unfortunately earlier than it would have had Jimmy’s partner not been coming home unexpectedly as I mentioned. So as we walked out into the early grey morning several of us were trying to figure out how to finish off our tina highs… more shortly…

To prove to his dom boyfriend that he’s been a bad boy and deserves to be used and disciplined.

No because I work with vulnerable people and I’ve seen the consequences of it. Come on guys, it won’t kill us to wait this out. Be as horny as you like online. I’ve set up this profile, gone back and set up a BBRT profile again (I’d been on a break), I’m posting my slutty stories and opinions here, posting pictures of my ass for commentary and tops’ enjoyment, generally being as big a whore as I can without actually hooking up. I’m wanking like crazy and have ordered some new strong poppers that I’ll be huffing like a bitch and riding all my toys once they arrive. And there’s going to be the mother of all parties in my ass once we’ve beaten this. It’ll be a multi day bender with as many loads as I can take (that’s a lot). But I’m waiting till then because other people’s lives depend on us all waiting. There’s few enough tops out there as it is, let’s not risk them getting sick! 😘😂

^^^^damn that's so hot. I need some good sex right now too. Pump a few loads in me hehe

Fantastic! This is pure manimal lust in its best primal form - mount, mate and breed. And that pile driving ass can plow me any day of the week. Oink!!

I like reading this thread, keep 'em cumming Viking.

I like to think there would be real camaraderie among the gang members, cheering on the brutality of the active rapist and competing in turn to make the victim cry, beg, and pass out. The most skillful assailant would get to keep the rapeslave, if he wanted it.

Would anyone out there slip a date rape drug in my drink and take me to your place and fuck me long and hard until my hole is gapping open and bloody and do want to wake up feeling a big thick cock deeply inside my boi pussy full of your sperm I want you to sleep with your dick deeply inside raping my hole until it's so swollen and gapping I love to have my cunt so full of your nasty sperm anymore out there who has a big thick cock please rape my hole open making to so gapping I Aslo will let you fall asleep with your dick deeply inside my boi pussy too

Wow, that was a close call. You just ducked the virus. It could have been you getting sick right now.

i will try collect money or get from family to travel again.. been a while since i did it for meet up use.. i would love try it but then ill want it long term until no longer of use atleast so i feel its worth the trip or to get stuck in other continent or country.. i wont mind that as long its country where i can get new owners that help me do some use so i dont feel as useless

Totally embarrassing situation...that turned out super hot: One afternoon at Burning Man I’d taken 4 or 5 loads from different guys while in a sling. I was parched so I threw on a kilt and headed to a popular bar camp for a couple drinks. While having a drink there I started talking to this super hot str8 guy who is just my type: hairy chest & belly and a scruffy 5-day growth on his face. His ice blue eyes and occasional wafts of ripe armpit scent were mesmerizing so when he asked what I’d been up to I didn’t hesitate to say, “Taking a lot of dick, buddy”. Because radical self-expression and immediacy are part of the principles of Burning Man the vibe is very accepting there, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t freak...and he didn’t. He was a little surprised and said, “Wow, man...you like that? I mean, like, taking it?” He actually told me—several times—he thought it was cool if I ”wanted to do that” yet, at the same time, asserting that he ”can’t really relate, because as a str8 man, I’m the penetrator” This led to a pretty candid & detailed description on how much he loves being the penetrator and how hot it is to be inside a woman and etc. It was totally hot listening to him and watching him get aroused. So...I described to him how much I love being penetrated and having a hard cock inside of me. He just kept kinda shaking his head a bit and saying, “Wow!” He was so hot and I was totally hard listening to him and watching him tug on his dick. When I saw that he was hard in his shorts and caught another whiff of his ripe pits, it was too much for me. My hole gaped and a ton of cum noisily shot out of me and right down my leg. I didn’t say anything but he and I looked down at the same time and the trail of cum on my leg was obvious. He said, “Dude, is that what I think it is? You let guys cum inside you?” When I nodded yes, he gripped his dick and said, “Fuck! Women NEVER let me cum inside them!” I listened to him tell how long it had been since he’d fucked without a condom and how much he just wanted to fuck bare and shoot his load inside. I purposely looked around us to make sure he could see that nobody could hear us. “Well, buddy, I’m going back to my private RV and I’m offering if you’re interested” When he hemmed and hawed yet didn’t outright say no I looked around again, put my drink down and told him, “Nobody has to know. I’ve got my own RV and it’s nearby...and you can shoot your load in me...” as I turned and slowly walked away. He followed me to my RV. I got on all fours on the edge of the bed and he fucked me and blew his load in me. Typical of str8 guys, he had his shorts up and was out the door as soon as he came. But....2 days later he was back looking for me, telling me he’d just had a shower and was wondering if we could “do that again”. I sat him on the sofa, sucked him hard and ate his ass (another first for him) before moving to my bed to give my ass to him again. He stayed about 90 mins and shot his load in me twice. Blissful. Haven’t seen him since.

Marked at the Theater I could tell it would be a good evening as I pulled into the parking lot of the bookstore/theater. I picked a spot behind the building away from the road where it would be unlikely anyone passing by would see it. I try to be discreet because I am a bi married guy and I don't want to get caught. I'd been here a few times, but it wasn't the bookstore I usually went to, this one is far seedier. I went inside and paid the lady at the counter for some lube, a bottle of poppers and admission to the theater area. She asked me if I needed any condoms, but I told her no. She just smirked at me and told me to have fun and stay as long as I liked. I told her I would as I started down the halway to the theater. It was dark except the screen, which was playing a bi 3some video. The lady in the movie was watching two guys as they fucked. I noticed that it was bareback. Nice. I was correct when I guessed there would be a lot of guys here based on the number of cars in the parking lot. I picked a spot on one of the treadbare couches near the back and sat down. Around me were several guys, some just stroking their dicks, others making out, and still others giving handies or sucking off other guys. A few were smoking something out of glass pipes and a few were fucking. As I pulled my pants down and took them and my sissy g-string panties off a guy beside me asked if he could have some of my poppers. I tore off the wrapping and handed him the bottle which he gladly sniffed. It didn't take long for him to reach over and play with my little boi clit a little and then a big smile came to his lips. He was a thin, almost gaunt man, probably in his 60s. He could tell just by looking that I was a bottom and that I'd take his dick. I reached over and felt his dick which was long, thick and uncut and hard and dripping pre-cum. I knelt on my knees in front of him and took his dick into my mouth, getting it nice and wet. He told me to get up and I handed him the lube. I turned around and leaned over the couch presenting my fat ass to him and I felt his bony fingers working the cool lube into my tight hole. Then I felt the tip of his dick sliding in my crack and he started to slip inside. It burned a little as his thick dick stretched me out but it quickly turned to pleasure as his shaft slid in until I felt his pubes against my smooth round ass. He started to pump at a quick pace, his low hanging balls slapping against my little grapes as he fucked me. He went for about 10 minutes and then his pace started to increase and I felt his balls start to pull up and I knew he was about to unload into me. Sure enough he stopped and then pumped a few more times with a jerky motion as I felt his dick throb and the pulses of hot cum squirt deep in me. I could feel cum drip onto my little balls, tight in their sack as he pulled out. I had noticed that several guys had gathered around to watch as he was pounding me and it didn't take long for another guy to take his place behind me. This guy was also thin and heavily tatooed, including a large scorpion right above his dick. He wasted no time in driving his dick into me and starting to move at a quick pace. The guy who had fucked me first made some kind of mark on my butt cheek with a sharpie. After the 2nd guy had unloaded in me he also marked my butt as the next guy in line took his turn. I couldn't see what they were writing, but I was sure enjoying being used. After all the guys had taken their turn I got up, put on my pants and went to the bathroom to change into my men's underwear. When I looked in the mirror I could see that I had 12 + signs on there. I'd have to find some way to clean that off before I got home because there is no way I would be able to explain that. Of course I knew that sooner or later all these visits to the bookstore would catch up to me and I'd be caught, but I would worry about that then that time came.

l don't respect trash. l use it. You are trash. l use you. Men have no respect for you. They use you. You are trash. Vile, disgusting, perverted, diseased, degraded, used trash.

I used to ride my bike down to the beach after school from the age of about 14; in school uniform. IN summer we wore grey shorts and short sleeved white shirt and a tie. I would lock my bike up and go walking through the bushes on the top of the cliffs behind the beach. It didn't take long to notice that there were always guys there, and not very often women and chicks. One day I met up with two guys who were maybe in their 30s, like I didn't know how hold, and they asked me if I wanted to have fun, well of course I said yes we went to a secluded place in the bushes where nobody could see and they pulled my pants down, and theirs too ... well wow, what cocks! I mean I knew why I was there and very soon I was a virgin no more

Chasing is such a mental journey. It is said that life is lived going forward and understood in reverse. When I understood that I was going to sit my wife down and tell her I suck a better dick (joking), that I was queer I unwittingly started to have a lot of raw, rough, deep, swapping all body fluids sex. Coincidence? I've always held to the notion that there are almost no accidental pozzings. I know tons of people who say therye not chasing yet never use condom/Prep. in the moment I would have said I wasnt either but I had to be honest with myself. I wear a seatbelt, dont speed, dont parachute... Yet the simple act of prevention I didnt adhere to. The reason I believe thrill aside was it would burn the bridge behind me as I walked away from my marriage. Now thrill there was and remains. I am off my meds. I started the holiday at the request of a guy I was seeing. Though He went back to his monogamous bf, I've ushered men across the to the + world. I still enjoy taking charged loads. I even got a bio-hazard tatt around my sphinchter. That itself was a lot of fun. Inked by a 22yo poz Brazillian guy who inked in my house and fucked me in between.

Danny put on a dressing gown and went to answer the door. Oh shit -- what if Mom and Dad had turned up! I panicked for a while, but Paul held my thigh and smiled at me. Danny returned with 2 more men. One was "Uncle Joey" -a kids entertainer I'd seen around here for years. He was about 65- grey hair, small, pot bellied, and with him was a guy I didn't recognise. He was much younger -- about 30 -- and I never learnt his name! Joey looked at me and said "I see what you mean! He's lovely". Paul told me to go and say hello to Joey so I stood up and kissed Joey fully -- swapping tongues. He felt me ass and shoved a finger inside me and said that he could tell I'd already started being fucked! He pulled his finger out and it was covered in Paul and Andrew's cum. He held it to my mouth and I sucked it off. The "other guy" -- lets call him "30" had come up behind me and was kneading my ass cheeks and biting my neck. I was a sandwich between two very horny guys. I could feel their cocks hardening against me and knew I was about to start round 2. I was pushed down to my knees. Andrew started with his camcorder again. Joey pulled out a smallish cock -- 6 inches and not quite hard. I began sucking him deeply, bobbing my head back and forth as I knelt in front of him. "30" was stripping naked and he was fucking gorgeous! Really fit body, shaved pubes and a cock that was even bigger than Paul's. I wanked him as I sucked Joey. Paul passed another joint around and they gave me a good hit on it. I began swapping Joey and 30's cocks wanking one as I sucked another. Paul and Danny sat wanking their cocks with Andrew filming it. Joey sat on a sofa and told me to come and suck him. I knelt in front and carried on sucking him. 30 got behind me and began forcing that monster inside me. I tried to scream! but Joey held my head down on his cock and said: "Shut the fuck up you little bitch".!! Joey wasn't such a nice guy after all -- he liked it rough. 30 was the perfect partner for him -- he liked to be rough too. I looked over at Paul --I thought he might step in, but he just sat there, smiling and wanking a now VERY hard cock. Danny told Joey to treat me like a slut.! 30 was now forcing more cock into me. Even Andrew whispered "Jesus" as he filmed it. My little asshole was being stretched by this monster cock and there was no way of escaping it. Joey was now skull fucking me, not gently like Danny, but really grabbing my head and slamming it up and down on his now much harder cock. 30 was just forcing his cock into me. My insides felt like they were being pulled inside out as he fucked me. I gasped for air and looked up helplessly at Paul who stood up and I thought he was going to stop them. Instead he pushed my head back down on Joe's cock and held it down on it.!! Suddenly the spliff took effect and I was feeling hornier than ever. I started wiggling my ass as 30 got all 10 inches into me. Each time Joey let me up I'd say... "best you can do?" and "Do it harder". The two of them went wild on me. I was used like a rag doll fucked, gagged, slapped -- Joey loved slapping my face - and even spat on.Joe would keep leaning down -- telling me to open my mouth and he'd spit in my mouth.!! 30 just keep pummelling me until I felt that now familiar swelling and he shot his cum into me. He pulled out quickly and Paul replaced him. He fucked me for 5 minutes or so, finished, Danny got on, fucked, left, and then Andrew too. Joe eventually oozed some thin watery cum into my mouth, and gasped as he lay back on the sofa. I rolled over with cum oozing out of my bum. I'd taken 6 loads up there and it was coming out quite a lot! Paul scooped some up and offered it to my mouth and I sucked it dry. Then I did it myself, scooping cum out my arse with my fingers and drinking it down. I had taken on 5 very horny old [banned word] and satisfied them all. It was around 4pm now and I said Mom and Dad would expect me soon. I was still high as a kite though. Joey said "golden showers?" Paul said "Not yet". Joey said "NOW". I had no idea what they were talking about. I soon found out. Paul explained what they wanted to do -- basically piss on me. I had NEVER heard of this before, but as I was high, horny -- I still hadn't cum and my cock was rock hard- I was up for it. I was taken upstairs to the bathroom and helped into the bath. Andrew with his trusty camcorder bringing up the rear. I was told to kneel in the bath and masturbate. As I did Joey stood in front of me and released a jet of yellow warm piss onto my chest. 30 joined him and pissed on my cock as I wanked. Joey started aiming higher and told me to open my mouth. I did as he told me and tasted man piss for the first time. God it was vile! I choked up but Joey just laughed and carried on. Paul stepped up next and he also wanted it in my mouth. I tried again and found I liked Paul's piss more than Joey's. I started to cum. As Paul and Andrew joined the party I was being covered with 3 men's piss -- my hair, mouth, body, soaked with it as my cock shot an arc of cum into the air. I almost passed out the orgasm was that strong, and I lay in the bath panting as the last dribbles of piss dropped onto me. There was a lot of congratulations between the 5 guys and they were obviously very pleased with what had happened. Paul said I should shower and get dressed. When I came back downstairs the guys were all watching the video again. I sat on Paul's lap and we kissed. "Can we do this again?" I asked Paul smiled and asked just how many men could I handle.? I told him as many as he could get. He asked if the following Friday was good for me? I said yes. He explained it would be an all nighter -- I'd have to sneak out of the hotel where I was staying with my parents. I agreed. Paul looked at the other guys and asked how many guys could they rustle up. They immediately started texting on their mobiles! Paul said OK. We'll pick you up outside your hotel at 11.30 Friday night. I asked Paul how many guys would there be and he said it was hard to say, but probably at least 10.!! My cock hardened at the thought, and Paul noticed. OK little guy -- one more cum before you go, and be pulled my cock out and wanked me wonderfully and gently to an orgasm. I went round the other guys and kissed them sexily. Danny said "Go before you get us started again!" Before I left Paul handed me a dildo -- big one -- about 10 inches long and thicker than any cock I'd had yet, and a huge tub of Vaseline. He told me to practice with it every night to help prepare me. He said I should try to fuck myself for as long as I could, rest a day, then try the next day for a bit longer. I promised I'd try. I eventually made my way to the door and left. My ass was sore, my throat hurt and I had a week to prepare for an even bigger party than today! .................>>> 😈

Was in a bottom mood on Friday night and went to the bathhouse to take loads. My general MO is to stand in my jockstrap in my room beside the open door so guys can see my body and ass. That gets the most guys - if they are confident they come right up to me; if they are hesitant, I can let them know I'm interested. Was there for 5 hours and took 10 loads. Probably could've taken about 10+ more if I wasn't slightly picky :P Fuck, I love how 90% of guys just assume bareback and side their raw cock into a sloppy hole. And the few guys who want to use condoms seem genuinely apologetic as I kick them out. Now to go back to dumping my cum into hot boys >:-)

Sounds like a worthwhile investment, I love using the cruel condom , mostly as a bottom , but have dlid my cock in and ripped it along with an eager meg bottom seeking to convert . SUCCESS!!!!!

Part 3 I woke up some time later in a place I did not recognize. Mostly because i couldn't see anything, my entire face was covered and I could barely breath, it felt like my access to oxygen was being restricted through a hose. I started to move and that's when I realized I was completely shackled to something swinging and I could not move. That's when I heard his voice. "Good you're awake, I've been waiting for you to come to. I've got a lot of fun plans for you. I know you've been catfishing and I know your secret desires to be a fuck hole faggot. Now I just need to train you. I've taken the liberty of going through your phone, I texted your boss saying you've had to leave for a family emergency and that you won't be back for some time. She isn't expecting you for at least a month but we can extend that further when the time comes. Your family thinks that you just need some alone time so they won't be looking for you either." At this point I started to panic regretting everything I had done. I tried to break free but then I felt a punch to my guy. "Stop trying to break free faggot. You won't be able to and the sooner you realize that the better for you." He then placed some headphones on my ears and I heard his deep voice saying "you live for cock, you live for cum, you live for master, you are a faggot" on repeat and then I smelt the acrid smell of poppers. He must have screwed them into the mask I was wearing because the smell was overpowering. I was left there for hours listening to the voice repeating those four phrases over and over and the poppers making my head swim. I couldn't make sense of where I was or what was happening. Just the gentle swing of my body back and forth and the drool running down my cheeks. Then I felt the headphones removed and I came to. I heard his voice say, "how are you faggot?" I just moaned incomprehensibly. He then put the headphones back on and I felt him walk away. I passed out shortly there after. I woke up some time later to myself on a bed, or I guess what I now call my bed, really it's just a sheet on the bottom of a cage that is 4x3ft. I had a collar on, my head had been shaved, my dick was in a plastic cage and I had a terrible burning sensation on my ass. I looked down to my ass to see a new tattoo. It said "no load refused" then he came down the stairs and walked over to me. Without a word he reached into my cage and attached a metal chain to my dick cage, unlocked the door to my bed caged and pulled as hard as he could on the chain. I screamed out in pain to which he quickly turned around and back handed me "You will never make a sound again unless given permission" and then walked me over to a shower and turned it on. He cleaned me out with out saying a word, and then brought me back to the sling in the middle of the room. I then saw what he had put on me the day before. It was a gas mask with a hose attached, and the bottom of the hose had rivets in it. He put the mask back on me and directed me into the sling. He then put the headphones back on and screwed in a bottle of poppers to the hose. I was lost again within minutes. However this time I felt something different, he started to probe by ass with his fingers, pulling my hole apart and stretching it. It was very pliable on account of the poppers and loosened up very quickly. He then took off the blinders on the mask and the headphones. He then showed me his cock. It had about 15 piercings on it of varying sizes and he then leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I am about to make you something very special" I screamed into the mask as he put the blinders back on and the headphones. I then felt the cold tip of metal against my hole.

Part 2. Fake me agreed to meet at his place. He said that he had the perfect dungeon set up for a slut like me. It had a sling, a cage for him to keep me in, web cams set up through the room, a variety of toys, and cuffs shackled to the wall. Fake me loved it and told him I would be over the next day. I ended up blocking him on that profile after didn't show up. The very day I was supposed to meet him on my fake profile he messaged me on my real one. He wanted to meet irl and grab a drink at the local gay bar near his house. I was super apprehensive as I knew what kinks he was into but also I thought this might be the way to actually live out my fantasies. I agreed to meet him at 7 that night. I got myself ready and was out the door, ready to meet and hopefully have some fun after. I got to the bar and realized I was a little early so I grabbed a spot at that bar and got a vodka soda. After sitting for what seemed like an eternity I felt a hand on my back. It was him, and he was much older than I though he was. His eyes were sunken in, his face was gaunt and he was very skinny. However after a drink in me and being incredibly horny I didn't care. We got to talking and he grabbed the next round of drinks. After that I don't really remember what happened. I just remember him grabbing my thigh and whispering in my ear "I'm gonna finally have my fun with you johnny" and then I blacked out.

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

Last night a friend and I went to the local gay Latin club. On Sundays during the summer months its College night and they sometimes open the dark room area. They don't do it often cause it is not legal here, but my friend knows the manager, and we knew it would be open last night. I love dark room play, it's a thrilling and exciting time, especially here, cause i'm all about me some Latin cock! The club wasnt that busy, but decent. We hang out and had some drinks, and i watched several hotties going in and out of there. Finally i followed a group in, and in seconds i had my mouth full of hot uncut cock. I was in there a good half hour or so, and sucked several cocks and had my hole fucked hard by several raw cocks, i dont even know how many different guys fucked me or unloaded in me. It is so exciting being in the pitch dark room, having the latin studs passing my ass around and taking turns fucking me, not knowing who they are, how many, or anything, other than walking out completely satisfied and my hole dripping with sweet latin cum. I dont like doing it all the time, cause i normally like seeing the guy that is seeding me, but every once an awhile its hot to be used like that.