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Chapter Seven - Shenanigans and Revelations, Part Two Another week had just passed, and with that, brought about Sam's return home from his trip. He got in touch with Daniel as soon as he could, and they arranged to meet up for dinner on that Friday evening. It was a pretty standard meal at an Italian restaurant but Sam was just happy to be back in Daniel's company, and vice versa. They went back to Sam's place afterwards, and had a couple of glasses of Rum & Coke, and a couple of cones. "Listen, babe...." Sam said, in a sort of tentative manner. "I really need to tell you something, but...." he sighed, and bit his bottom lip, and looked down at his hands, struggling to look Daniel in the eyes. Daniel reached out and put his hand over Sam's. "It's OK, you can tell me anything.... what's up?" Daniel asked. "I'm a bit scared of what it could mean.... ... I like you a lot, and I don't want to lose you. I don't want to cause you any harm, either, but.... While I really enjoy sex with you, I don't really like using condoms." Sam replied. "They just feel like a barrier between myself and you, and it's like.... I'm not really connecting with you in a physical way." "It's OK, I know what you mean. I have to be honest also..." Daniel said. "I have also been thinking about ditching the condoms, and the only real reason I have been asking you to use them is because I like you and care about you, too. I'm falling for you big time, baby, but... I have had the odd hookup with other guys, cruising around and stuff, in the early days, when this was just a bit.... new and uncertain....." They both paused for a moment, Sam was looking in Daniel's eyes at this point, not judging Daniel, but rather.... paying full attention to the not-so-innocent lad and what he was saying. "I see. Well, I'm not upset or anything about that, I kind of know a lot of guys aren't perfectly monogamous..... I certainly have played around a lot, and well...." Sighing again, his eyes closed, and a single tear leaving one of his eyes and rolling down his cheek, Sam let it out. "I'm HIV positive. I was pozzed by a dom top guy in a sauna about 6 months ago." Daniel placed his hand gently on Sam's face, caressing him by his jaw line, and replied "It's OK, babe. I'm not afraid of it or anything..... These days, it's not exactly a death sentence like it used to be, especially with the....." "Meds? I'm not taking any, yet...." Sam interrupted. Daniel was shocked for a brief moment. He didn't know what to say. He contemplated what he could possibly be putting himself through if he let Sam have sex with him unprotected now. He liked.... no.... he was pretty damn sure now, and had been for a little while, that he loved this guy, and wanted to feel his cock and cum inside him. Truly connected in flesh and lust, and sharing the seed of this man. Real sex. Not that condomed sex was terrible, but it wasn't that much different in feeling to sitting on a dildo, and Daniel didn't want that. He didn't really want to get sick, but.... Sam seemed in pretty good shape. Curiosity peaking a little, Daniel got up the courage to ask. "What's it like? Did you get sick, or do you feel anything like that?" "Well, I got pretty sick at first, like a bad flu, that lasted a couple of weeks, but... started feeling better and feeling horny afterwards. Really horny." Sam replied. "Wow..... but, are you going to go on meds if you get sick, or what?" Daniel asked. "I guess so?" Sam hadn't even thought that much about it. Part of him had been wanting to go on meds already, as he had heard a lot about how taking meds early can reduce his viral load, but... there was a part of him that kind of wanted to ride this out. Maybe even share the virus with someone else. It was a twisted thought, but.... it just made him uncontrollably horny thinking about it. He'd jack off when he and Daniel weren't together and fantasize about pozzing him, so they could both share the strain together. "Sam......" Daniel began, and Sam looked up at him, and they shared a brief pause, staring at each other's eyes now. "I love you, man. I think.....I want...." Before he could finish the sentence, Sam leapt at Daniel, like a wild animal, and began kissing him passionately. Daniel kissed back, the two in a tangled embrace, locked in each other's arms. "You want me to fuck you? To put my raw cock inside you, and pump your ass full of my dirty load, baby?" Sam asked. "Fuck yeah, daddy.... please fuck me with your raw cock.... I want to feel you blast your cum inside me.... please" Daniel replied, getting hornier and hornier with Sam's talented lips and hands, feeling him caress and kiss all over, kissing and sucking at the nape of his neck, which drove him wild. "You want me to infect you? To share this special virus with me? Take my DNA and let it grow inside you and become a part of you?" "Yes, babe..... make us part of each other.... forever....." The two rolled on the floor, stripping as they went, still stealing kisses and fondling each other in a rampant, animalistic lust, their minds now capable of thinking only of each other's bodies, and soon enough they were both naked, save for maybe a sock or two.... Daniel spun around, lying on top of Sam, and grabbing his hard cock, directed his mouth straight onto it, sucking it down like his life depended on it, while Sam gripped his ass cheeks and spread them apart so he could gain access to Daniel's sweet hole, spitting on it and rimming him, drawing garbled moans of pleasure from the lad, who was now driving his head up and down Sam's shaft, fucking his own throat in quick and long, full, strokes with Sam's engorged penis. Alternating between rimming and fingering Daniel's hole, stretching it open as he did so, Sam then told Daniel to get in position, on his back, holding his legs in the air. Once he was ready, Sam positioned himself in between his legs, holding his throbbing cock in one hand, guiding it towards Daniel's blinking pucker. Looking him in the eye, and leaning forward so their heads were inches away from each other, just before penetrating him, Sam said "I love you, baby...." "I love you too. Please fuck me" Daniel replied. He then felt Sam pressing the head of his cock against his hole, and Sam leaned in for a kiss, thrusting his raging member inside his lover's tunnel. As his hole was being forcefully stretched open, Daniel cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, his hole burning slightly as Sam's massive cock ripped into his guts. "Tell me about the other guys you fucked. Did you let them fuck you?" Sam asked, almost teasing Daniel.... "Yes" "Did they fuck you with a condom? Like we used to?" "No...... I.... they...... didn't ask.... or didn't seem to have one...." Sam slapped Daniel across the face. Hard. "Slut". Then, holding his jam firmly, kissed him again, then spat in his open mouth. "Keep going..... I want to know just how much of a dirty whore you really are....you let them cum inside you, didn't you? It felt good, didn't it? Being used by those random men? Letting them breed you like a slut? Being a free use, trashy fuck hole.... You love it, don't you?" Sam spat in his face again, and slapped him. "Look at you now, taking my raw, unmedicated poz cock inside you. I'm gonna fucking poz your hole, make you my whore. Maybe tie you up and let a bunch of sleazy men have their way with you." All the filthy, dirty talk had Daniel in heat. Being degraded and used turned him on more than he could rationalize, and he grabbed his own cock and began pumping it in his gripping fist, and moaning in pure ecstasy. Sam's raw cock felt amazing inside him, he could feel every inch, every vein, every bump, feel him throb inside his silky fuck tunnel. Harder..... faster.... sliding in and out.... it was even more special that it was Sam's. He loved no one else more, and was his special slut. Sam kept a good steady rhythm, but after a while, it just became too much for Daniel, and pushed him over the edge.... it just felt too damn good......."Fuuuuuck, I'm coming.... fuck me harder, baby!..... Uhhhhh....aaaah!" Daniel cried out, spraying cum all over his belly, and breathing heavily. "Fuck.... I'm gonna cum too, soon.... gonna poz your slutty cumdump hole.... aaaah... fuuuuuck yeah! Take my fuckin dirty load, bitch....." Sam howled, grunting and panting, as he trusted his spewing cock, planting his corrupted seed deep within his lover's ass.

Been horny as fuck lately, but due to company travel suspension I haven't had any opportunities. Have a regular guy when I travel that has fucked me probably 20 times anon ass up face down and I have only seen a dick pic of him. He's 18, mix, slender guy according to his profile. Usually likes to fuck me after I have taken a couple loads. I messaged him a couple days ago that I was travelling and we planned for him whore me out last night starting at 6pm. Got to the Days Inn, prepped and messaged him on Grindr that I was ready. He said the first guy would be there around 6:25 and three others were on the way. Got in position ass up face down, blindfold on and door propped open. In all I took 8 loads including one from the guy that was whoring me out. Never saw any pics of the guys before they arrived and didn't see them when they were in the room. He messaged afterwards and said that I felt so good with all that cum in me. He was load #5. Later he messaged and said guy number 8 was on the way a bbc. Damn the guy must have been 9", but felt great! I messaged to see if any others were coming and he said that was all. I replied that that was enough for the night. First time I had been fucked in 2 months. Ready to get whored out again though.

This is my first post. I am a young, healthy, muscular, blond athlete jock boy living in South Florida. White collar pro by day, but a secret need and a want to take anonymous loads all the time. For my birthday this year i decided to go to NYC. I had posted on BBRT beforehand (blondjockboi) to find a host to whore me out while I was going to be there. I had been whored out once before in LA by the famous Master Jerry the previous summer for LA Pride as his "pride cumdump" where I was blindfolded, ass up taking every load he sent to me at the Dunes Inn motel. I didn't know if I would meet Master Jerry, just that my role was to be ass up taking loads. I ended up with 38, but kind of lost count half way through. Master Jerry surprised me by showing up at the end with a young friend, and giving me my very last load. 38 was the number on my back at the end of the night. Within a few hours of posting on BBRT for NYC I got a message from a man called Dmitiri in NYC. He claimed to be the Master Jerry of NYC, so I thought great - I will definitely get a lot of loads. I was instantly attracted to Dmitiri because he was so pervy. He was only interested in getting me as many loads as possible. He had also been coordinating with another boy coming to NYC from Albany (a super cute twink EMT), and set up a hotel room for us in Midtown. The plan was that the twink EMT would take loads the night before, and I would come in the morning and replace him, taking loads all day. Sort of a marathon of cumdumps available for all these horny men on Dmitri's list. When I walked into the hotel room, it was about 8am and the smell of cum was overwhelming. The boy was laying on his stomach the bed, with cum just drizzling out of his boy pussy all over the sheets. I stripped down and hopped in bed with him, we were making out for a bit and I was fingering his cummy hole - about that time a super hot daddy walked in. I told the boy you take it, and I'll take over after. He said it was his 41st load. The boy played on top of me, and as we were making out the daddy climbed on top of him and shoved his massive hairy cock in. I could hear the cum splooge out of his hole with this massive cock penetrating this pussy. All three of us were making out, and the daddy bit my lip and came inside of him. As he pulled out, I could see a long stream of cum falling from his dick, I rolled over and gobbled it off. As the daddy cleaned up, the boy hopped in the shower, and before you knew it I was alone. I tied my blindfold on, and waited. Within 5 or 10 min the door opened and I could hear 3 or 4 voices coming in. I knew I was going to be used, and filled up with all of this hot anonymous cum. One thing I like when getting fucked is reach underneath and feel the balls of the guy who is breeding me. Every guy was different. One was shaved smooth, one was stubbly, and one was fully hairy. To my surprise the hairy balls slapping my ass turned me on so much, I came hands-free when getting fucked by guy 3. Everything after that is a blur. It was guy after guy, grunting, sweating, whispering in my ear, cumming in my ass. Tongue after tongue, finger after finger, cock after cock. I was taking so many loads, I wondered how long I had been going. I got a quick break, and checked my phone. I had been going 4 hours, and Dmitri had texted me. "You doing okay?" "I'm not going to stop sending guys". I told him to keep going. The next time I took off my blindfold the sun was going down. I had taken 61 loads in 9 hours. I was a cummy mess. Dried cum all over my face, my back, cum oozing out of my pussy. I checked my phone and told Dmitri that I was happy, and had to get ready to meet friends for my Birthday Dinner. 10 minutes later, another twink came in the room, and said he was replacing me. Dmitri had set up a 3rd boy to take loads that evening/night. The twink was super cute, and told me he played Peter Pan on Broadway. I knew I needed to cum again after being fucked all day, so i bent him over, and gave him his first load. As I was finishing the trail of guys started coming in to breed him. I kissed him on the lips as I was leaving - and told him to have fun. 🙂 Dmitri was awesome, and said the feed back from the men was great! He would happily whore me out again when I get to NYC. In the meantime, I would love to find a super pervy partner who would be interested in traveling around and whoring me out to every dick of his choosing. I'm even up for moving to you if the situation is right. 🙂

I get home with my busted ass hole as the bleeding stop, and so is the feeling of the stuff he put in my ass & arm is gone as I hit the bed. Sal is over trying to wake me up, ao as I get out of bed and go to work, I feel like shit. Sal says you have a phone call, so who calls me? I answer, and its MBI is asking how I'm feeling, like shit, he tells me to drink a lot of water and I will feel better and so will your ass hole. After I do he was right, I feel better, and when I get a chance, I go to the library and get a dildo then head back to my room find one of the cellophane bags I have and put one of the large pieces in my ass with my finger then use the dildo to shove that shard up more. I feel it starting to burn and want my hole fuck with more than a dildo. At the Spa, it's Daddie and boys night, so I head over, and since I work, I just walk in like I own the place. I take my clothes off, and soon a Daddie grabs my hand then forces me down on my knees to suck his dick. Then, once he is hard, he looks me in the face then says, boy, have you been spun up already? I have no idea what he is talking about as he bends me over a bench and shoves his dick in me; this is just what I need as I say to him, thank you, Daddie. He pulls out then drives back in, a few of his friends come by as one says this is the cleaning boy so who knew he was such cumdump faggot. I hear someone says to keep him fuckup as I feel the inside of my ass burning again, and all I want is a dick in me as Daddie after Daddie fucks me, I hear someone say let's hope he is on PrEP, if not in a few weeks his life will be changed forever. I'm lying on the floor naked like a piece of garbage as MBI comes over, then looks me in the face then says boy let me take you home. We get to his home, and I see three of his boys help me out. I say to my self where did this other boy come from as two of the boys are still locked up in chastity, and the other boy is not. I crash, and when I wake up, the boy that is not in chastity is giving me some Gatoraid to drink. I see he has a small dick, and his scrotum and balls have been remover, he tells me MBI removed them as he wanted a eunuch, so he was castrated. I lay down, and he puts his arms around me, and we cuddle for a few hours, which felt great. MBI asks if I want to stay here with him or go back to my life with no hope but to live in a back room. He tells in a month or less I will become very sick from his toxic load; I ask him it might be from others as he is laughing then says, how do you think they became infected? It was me that POZ them. I look around then say OK so that I will become one of his boys. So he tells me what things will go when I get sick. Your body will try to reject the virus. You will have a high fever. Your joints will ache. You will be sweating profusely. My boys will help you through this. Once your body has excepted the virus, you will be horny all the time looking to fuck others. I will use you to spread the family virus here at home. You will be naked, and since you have a big dick, you will not be locked up like my other boys as they have small dicks but are great to dump loads into with their wreck holes. In the meantime, you will be kept high on meth, and I will be using your hole either my dick or putting you on fuck machine, so you know whats it's like to be used like the slut you are and stretch out your hole for future use. My day starts with water that spiked with a small dose GHB then a .02 slam. The boys tell me to go to MBI bedroom, and its the first time I see him naked, with his body is covered in Scorpion, Bio Hazard, and other body piercings. I'm in kind of shock as he says boy one day you will get yours, now get your ass over here as he throws me face down on the bad and drives his dick in me and fucks me as hard and fast as he can, then dumps his toxic load in me then just lays on top of me and says to my ear you are doing well then leads me over to this bench straps me down puts a dildo in me then turns on the machine pours some lube that burns inside of me. I must spend 20 hours a day as I never sleep with a dick, either MBI dick on the fuck machine. The dildos keep getting bigger as when MBI fucks me now, it's not painful at all but very pleasurable now. When I lay down, the eunuch is with me, and I love the feel of his body next to me with his arms around me, caressing my body. I'm not feeling well, so the eunuch calls MBI. He takes my temperature then smiles as it's over 102 and gives me fluids. I feel weak as I just lay in bed sweating as the drugs I was taking also are wearing-off. The only good thing is I have a naked body next to me that is giving me comford.

Or my favorite, saying they want a younger (or rarely, older) guy, but no clue as to what their age is.

Thanks! I've got one more written, but nothing more in the pipeline. ------------------ The Dumpster I was still feeling a little rough on Saturday so I was laying in bed and flipping through the apps. I knew I needed to get up and maybe even get out of the condo. I spotted college boy on an app and sent him a message - "Up for a run?" A few minutes later he replied "ok but no cops this time." I had to laugh at his comment but I had to admit I felt the same way. "no cops. cu downstairs in 15" I messaged back. We met in the lobby and I asked "Which way you want to go? Your route or mine?" "How about both?" he replied. I liked his enthusiasm but I wasn't sure I was up for that long of a run. I gave in since I didn't want to let on how the bug was kicking my ass again. We took off out the front door and headed over to the lake first. Turning north, college boy started out taking a faster pace than I was, but I soon caught up to him and we strode along together. We got up to Sloan Park and sitting in the parking lot was a lone police car. When we got close I could see it was Carlos and I gave him a thumbs up and pointed to my mask. We did the loop around the park and waved again as we went by. This time, Carlos was out of his car and leaning on the fender. I chuckled to myself and thought "You're not gonna bust us again." We headed further south and here normally I would turn back toward our condo building, we kept following the running path. Soon, we entered Washington Park and I let college boy lead by a half step. I was really sweating by this time, which wasn't normal for me. The weather was a little cool and we weren't breaking any speed records. I looked at college boy and he seemed to be sweating too, so I thought it must be the humidity or something. Or maybe we were just both out of shape. We made it down the east side of the park and then cut back west. As we got to the big statue of George in the center of the south end of the park, I yelled out "Let's take a quick break." College boy stopped and looked back at me a little annoyed. "Yeah, yeah. I'm out of shape. I've only run one other time in the past two months and you know how that turned out" I said, breathing a lot heavier than I normally would during an easy run like this. "OK, but we can't stop long or I'll lose my rhythm" he replied. It was only a couple minutes, but that's all I needed. We started to jog again and then headed up the west side of the park. I hated myself for having to stop, but I really needed it. I knew how I could make it up to college boy, I just needed to find a safe spot for it. When we got to the north end of the park, college boy turned left a half a block and then up one of the quiet side streets. We made it about two and a half blocks north and I called out "Right into the alley." He turned and gave me another annoyed look, but turned into the alley anyway. I knew of this place since a buddy of mine lived in the building here. It was a dead end alley with a few garbage dumpsters and perfect for a secluded fuck with a view back to the street. College boy ran about half way down the alley and stopped, looking around for a way out. "Nope, its a dead end" I said as I stopped in front of him, pushing my mask down and grinning. "Oh fuck no. You know what happened last time" he said, reading my deviant mind. "This is a lot more private. See, no windows for all four floors" I said pointing up. He shook his head "no" and I nodded "yes." I saw a bunch of sweat fly off his face as he shook his head and some was dripping off my nose and beard. I pushed him toward one of the dumpsters and said "Turn around and show me that hot ass. It's the least I can do for making you stop in the middle of the run." He put up less of a fight than I expected and turned, staring over the dumpster out to the street. Tugging his shorts down to his feet, I tapped his right leg and he stepped out of his shorts. God, his ass looked good with a sheen of sweat over it, framed by a pair of red straps from his jockstrap. I pulled the mask down to my neck before diving in between his muscled ass cheeks. I loved the smell of sweat filling my nose. It was almost as good as huffing poppers. My tongue dove in and flicked around his puckered hole and I heard him moan a little too loudly. "Brace yourself and keep quiet" I said softly. College boy obeyed and I went back to eating his ass. I could have stayed there for hours, but that would have been a bad idea and we surely would get busted. His ass was pushed back as he leaned forward with his hands spread on the edge of the closed dumpster. My dick was straining at the jock's pouch and tenting my running shorts. Pulling my cock free and out the leg opening of my shorts, I stood up and moved in. My cock was moist from sweat and precum and all ready for another fuck. Dragging my cock up along his butt crack, I reached forward and grabbed his shoulders right next to his neck before pushing my cock in. It quickly found it's target and squeezed inside. College boy was now used to the girth of my cock and relaxed right away. He wasn't loose, but it felt good to slowly sink almost all the way in without any complaint from him. It felt so nice and warm around my dick. Really warm. Drawing back, I looked past his head and saw the empty street. I thrust my hips back in and heard him stifle a grunt. There was just enough spit in his hole to allow me to plow in and out. I drilled a little faster each time until it got to a nice speed. "Fuck, that feels good" college boy moaned out quietly. I tried fucking a little harder, but the pressure caused the dumpster to start to roll and squeak. Looking down I saw the sweat soaked tank top and the skin on his shoulder poking out. I looked a little closer and smiled before leaning in so my uncovered mouth was right next to his ear. "How many other guys have fucked you in the past couple of weeks?" I whispered. He turned his head and looked at me confused. "None, you're the only one that's fucked me since February" he replied with little grunts each time I shoved in. My grin got wider and I thrust in deep and held my cock there. I reached down and pulled his tank top up and saw several splotches of rash on his back. They weren't the big nasty ones, but they were just starting to show. Next, I reached up and wrapped my hands around his neck, feeling a little bit of stubble and some very firm and swollen glands. "Fuck yeah. How ya feelin there? I little achey and tired this morning?" I asked. "A little. Why?" he asked with a little worry in his voice. "I think you shot your last neg load, dude" I said, pulling back and slamming my dick in hard. "What?" he said, his voice trembling this time. "Yep, I think you're converting. You got a few of the signs. If the rash gets worse , your body really aches or you get a bad fever then it's really it" I said. "Oh fuck" he replied. "Isn't that what you wanted?" I asked, driving my cock in and out of his hole. I could feel his body shiver beneath my hands and wondered if he wasn't having second thoughts. "Yeah, but I didn't think it would happen so soon. Are you sure? I heard of guys going years before finally getting pozzed" he said, his voice trailing off as I think it finally was sinking in. My balls were tingling as I fucked a little harder. "Mmhmm, you got the rash and the swollen glands, a fever and aches. Could be the flu or covid, but I doubt it" I said, starting to hammer his ass. I slammed in and felt my cock erupt, shooting a hard rope of my charged cum deep into his body. A few more shots of cum forced their way in and I said into his ear "You're mine." College boy moaned as he started squeezing my cock with his ass muscles. I wasn't sure if it was from his own orgasm or just a need to milk every toxic drop out of my balls. "Thank you" he moaned out. With my balls now empty, I slowly pulled out and stuffed my cock back into my jock. College boy pulled his shorts up and I could see him trying to keep his butt clenched. Once we were ready, I started to jog out of the alley and back to our building. I made it out to the street and crossed mid-block to the other side and looked back. College boy finally came out of the alley and ran directly across the street and made it almost all the way when he crumpled to the ground. I ran back and found him laying on the side of the road, his right foot just outside a large pothole. "Fuck that hurts!" he yelled out. I took a look at his foot and ankle and while he wasn't very happy with me moving it around, nothing seemed to be broken. "I think it's just a sprain or twisted badly. We only got a block and a half to go, can you make it if I hold you up?" I asked. He replied "I think so, let's try." Pulling him up and on to his good foot, I bent down a bit as he slung his arm over my shoulder. Our height differences were going to make this a challenge, but with me crouching we were able to hobble ourselves back to our building. James the doorman opened the doors for us and asked what happened. "Pothole" I replied. We made it to the elevator and once inside he leaned against the wall of the car. I could see the pain in his face and he was sweating even more than before. Up to the twentieth floor we went and when the door opened, he hopped out on one foot, using my arm for balance. He put his arm back around my shoulder and we got him to his front door. College boy used the key he had hanging from his wrist to unlock the door. I pushed the door open and braced it with my foot before I picked him up and carried him inside. As the door shut I heard "What the fuck are you doing with my son?" an older guy yelled out. As he came closer I looked and saw college boy's dad. This wasn't our first meeting, either. It had been a while and he looked a little different now with a shaved head, a pair of large gauge circular barbell earrings and more muscle than the last time I saw him at the bathhouse. Oh, and he had clothes on this time rather than naked with a large toxic load dripping out of his ass. I laughed and then responded "You're his dad? I guess like father like son." I carried college boy down the hallway to his bedroom and laid him on the bed. It was obvious that I had been there before and I could tell by the look on his dad's face that he knew it. While college boy was distracted by the pain from his twisted ankle, he was still paying attention to the conversation his dad and I had. "What the fuck happened?" his dad growled out. "You want the long or the short version?" I asked with a grin. College boy looked up at me with a horrified look on his face. "Huh?" his dad replied and I calmly said "We were out jogging and your son twisted his ankle on a pothole a couple blocks away. It doesn't look too bad but we should wrap it and put some ice on it." I could hear the sigh of relief from college boy that I hadn't told his dad what we were doing a few minutes before he hurt himself. His dad came back a few minutes later with a couple ice packs and some compression tape. I took the tape and wrapped the boy's ankle up. The whimpers and groans were familiar but I knew these weren't turning either one of us on this time. "You guys better have just been running" his dad said with a very serious tone in his voice. I chuckled as I used some more tape to hold the ice packs in place on either side of his ankle. "He's an adult now, he can do whatever he wants. Just like you did laying back on the bench at the bathhouse begging me to breed your ass" I said, not even turning to face him. I heard college boy gasp and I chuckled again. I turned and grabbed either side of college boy's tank top and pulled it up past his pecs. College boy was staring back at me and I could see the fear in his eyes. "Look familiar?" I asked looking back at his dad. He furrowed his brow as he strained to look and then I heard him say very quietly "Oh fuck." "Yeah, that's how it happened. Several good, hard fucks that got my bug inside him forever. Same one that's swimmin' inside you" I said bluntly. "FUCK!" his dad said, the anger in his voice was very noticeable. He started to move toward me and I held out my hand like a cop stopping traffic. "Hey! Just like you, he wanted it. He begged for it. And he kept it in him to make sure he got knocked up. Did you do that? Plug your ass to keep my dirty load inside until it was part of you?" I asked intensely. His dad stood there, scowling at me, and said under his breath "Yeah." Looking back at his dad I said "Good. From the time of our first fuck and the change of the status on YOUR profiles, I'm guessing the first fuck did the job. The other two fucks were just insurance. Nine loads total, as I recall. It was fun insurance though, since you were a good lay and the first guy I knocked up." I looked over at college boy and then added "Not as good as your son, though. He was so good he made me break my vow to never fuck a guy more than three times. And I can't tell you how turned on I was when I saw the rash on his back earlier today when I fucked him after our run. I've nailed guys before while they were converting but none of them were from my bug. When he told me I was the only one to breed him for the past month, it just pushed me over the edge and I blasted another huge toxic load into him. I know it was a waste of a charged load, but it was so fuckin' hot to hear." College boy was shaking his head from side to side, silently begging me to stop and not tell his dad any more. "So that's why you stopped? You only fuck guys three times?" his dad asked meekly. "Yeah, dude. I told you on our third fuck that it was the last one. I don't like to get attached. I kept track of you though. You were the first neg guy that I fucked after I got pozzed and you were so eager to take my viral loads. Then I saw you change your profile status and a few weeks later watched you fuckin a guy at the bathhouse with that fresh biohazard tat on your ass. You gonna take your son to get a matching one?" I asked, looking back and forth between the two with a wicked grin on my face. "What? You're poz?" college boy finally asked, looking past me to his dad. I smiled and waited for his dad to answer but with almost a minute of silence I said "Yeah, boy. You and your dad both got pozzed by me. About six years apart, but my strain is inside both of you. Your dad right after I converted and you after I ran out of meds." Turning to his dad "You on meds now or still toxic? Sorry, there was no point in keeping track of you after I knew you were knocked up." "I started treatment after about six months. A couple guys I infected didn't handle it well and I felt guilty" the dad said. "Don't get attached. It's just a fuck and if they take it bare without asking your status, it's on them. I love seeing a guy's status change on their profile, though" I told him. "Anyway, now you get to take care of your son for two things - watch his ankle and if it doesn't get better in a few days he needs to see a doc. Keep him hydrated and if the fever gets too high, also take him to a doc. They're gonna first think its covid, but make sure they check for HIV. It's too soon for a home test to be accurate" I explained. "Yeah, that conversion flu was a bitch for me. A week in bed, sweating and aches everywhere" college boy's dad said. "That's what that was? Mom said it was the seasonal flu" college boy said. His dad nodded back. I stood up and realized my cock was straining at the pouch of my jock. My mind quickly thought about fucking the dad, but I figured I should let them digest the news and talk. I grabbed college boy's phone off the bed and added my number to his contacts. "You should have a password on your phone, it's not safe" I said, chuckling. "Call me if you need help or want to talk" I said as I walked out of the bedroom toward the front door. "Don't get attached" I told myself again and again as I walked out of the condo and down the stairs. Back in my condo, I fell down on the sofa and lit up a fresh joint and tried to relax. Taking one last hit from it, I smiled and said "Mission accomplished."

Any other tiny, limp, quick squirter bottms like me? My cock is small, it can't get fully hard, and I blow my load in no time. I love it. My cock is nothing. Only my mouth and ass are any good. I am proud of having a worthless dick.

I like this style of jockstrap

My favorite are guys who ask for pictures (they are posted on my profiles) or what I’m into (again spelled out on my profiles). I just delete the message.

@neg4charged, that article doesn't address @subpig00's question at all. I hope everyone already knew untreated syphilis makes contracting HIV considerably easier. But a man on PrEP has almost 0 chance of contracting HIV and 2 to 5 times almost 0 is still almost 0. The chance of getting pozzed from taking a bareback load is estimated to be about 1/70 or about 1.43%. PrEP is estimated to be 99% effective decreasing that chance to 1/7000 or about 0.0143% 5 times that amount is 1/1400 or about 0.0714 %.

i have a drawer full of jocks and other underthings collected over time from Tops who wanted me to wear them, so i associate the jock with the Top. Here's the latest:

Breeding77 Out for a walk prowling the trails and find this bottom, naked, ass up in the air, tucked away in the bushes. I was quick to mount up and unload... [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/breeding-in-the-park-43986661

In the last year I have gotten more and more turned on by mansmells... pits, crotch, balls, foreskin, feet...love it all

Where were you when you got your last load? If you're a top, where were you when you gave your last load? For me, it was in my bedroom during a 1 on 1 hookup with a black fuck bud. And of course the load went up the ass.

racial slurs (nigger, wetback, gook, cracker whore) in sex drive me fucking insane. The best orgams of my life. I guezz its humiliation that really gets me off. Hiring pros$ adds another layer of immorality to it. Anyone else turned on by it? I recorded a buddy of mine ( a black rentb-y) taking a clients$ huge white dick in his juicy nigger butt. It was so immoral... gave me a huge orgasm.

It was a slow Tuesday night at the Hollywood adult theater in Lake City. Just a handful of guys, none of whom wanted to stick their dick in my mouth. That was unfortunate. I really wanted to take a lovely prick in my mouth, nurse to a full erection and enjoy the taste of semen filling my mouth. I love sucking dick and I'm good at it. Too bad the closet cases and "straight" guys infesting the theater wouldn't let me show them a good time. I was sitting in the gay room alone, idly stroking my cock and watching a pretty boy take a rough raw fucking from a big dicked black guy. I envied the kid. I didn't have the guts to bareback and take loads like I really wanted to. I'd only had two raw cocks cream my ass, and that was only because I was really drunk. Both times I'd been anxious for months afterwards, until I tested negative. That didn't stop me from jerking off remembering the feel of a bare cock in me, the intensely arousing knowledge that the cock was spewing cum in my ass, the feel of it oozing out of my butt and the taste of it when I wiped it off with my fingers and licked them clean. Ah well, I hadn't been drinking that Tuesday night and would content myself to sucking and swallowing. Now, if some faggot would just allow me do that. The door to the theater slammed and few minutes later a middle-aged white guy walked in the room and looked around a bit and left. Figures, goes directly to the gay room, sees a queer with his cock out and leaves. Oh, well. Not long after that the guy came back and looked at me. He stepped directly in front of me, unzipped and took his cock out. I took my glasses off and licked my lips and he stepped forward and stuck his very nice uncut, soft dick in my mouth. At last, a fag who knows what he wants! I lovingly worshipped his prick. I love uncut cocks, especially when they're soft as they slide in my mouth. I love slipping my tongue under the foreskin and licking the head, enjoying the distinct tastes uncut guys get when they aren't too scrupulous about washing. Before long I had him fully hard, a lovely seven inches of moderately thick meat. Unfortunately he pulled out and walked away, stroking his length. Ah, shit! Tease me and walk off. Just my luck. I had just about just about decided to jerk off to the video when the guy came back and stuck his dick in my mouth again. I nursed him again and was starting to taste precum when he pulled out and sat down next to me. He turned his head to me and leaned forward. I did the same and he kissed me aggressively. I returned the kiss eagerly. I love making out with tops when they're as good at it as this guy was. He murmured in my ear "I want fuck you your ass." "Mmm, that would fun. What's your HIV status?" "I'm negative, tested last week." "Great. Use a condom." "Absolutely." He stood up, took a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on his cock. I checked and it was lubed. I stood up and assumed the position, bent over a chair back. "Let me open you up a little." A lubed finger slid in me and worked my ass, then another. He was a little rough and it hurt a little. He rubbed a thick lube in me and got me ready. Fingers pulled out, I felt the condom covered dick rub my asshole and shoved in hard. He was a hard, fast fuck, pounding my ass relentlessly. I was in heaven. He must have screwed me for 15 or 20 minutes. Finally, he humped in hard and held. "Breeding you, bitch! Knocking you up!" Those words puzzled me, no man had ever said that when he fucked me. Whatever, it was a great fuck. My ass was thoroughly reamed out. He pulled out of me and I sat down. He had pulled tissues out and was pulling the condom off his cock. I motioned to him and he stuck his wet cock in my mouth. I carefully licked and sucked him clean, enjoying the taste. Odd though, there was a tangy, greasy edge to it that I'd never tasted before. He leaned down and kissed me, smiling. "Thanks for a great fuck. Welcome to the club." He wrapped the condom with a tissue, dropped them in a nearby trash can and left. I sat with a pleasantly sore ass, puzzling over his last remark. Surely he could tell I had had dicks in my ass before. One of the guys who had watched me get fucked sat down and took my dick in his hands. Mmm, good. I'd love a blowjob or handjob while enjoying that freshly fucked feeling. We made out while we played with each other's cock. He was was large and hard and oozing precum. After a few minutes he broke off and whispered to me. "Do you know that guy?" "No, never saw him before. Why?" Do you know your HIV status? He's poz." The bottom dropped out of my stomach. He had lied to me. Never the less I responded "I'm neg, but that's ok, he used a condom." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I saw him put it on, felt it when he was in my ass and saw him take it off and throw it in that trash can" pointing to the receptacle in which I had seen the top drop the condom and tissues. The guy reached over and gingerly fished out the tissues and condom, handed the wad of crumpled tissues to me saying simply "Check it." I unwrapped the tissues and looked. The condom was broken and bunched up. I felt the condom and felt what I thought was vaseline, then stood up and looked at the seat of the chair. There was a puddle there. I wiped some up and sniffed. Semen. The guy had doctored the rubber and shot a poz load in my ass. "Fuck. He shot in my ass." "Yeah. I thought as much. He's famous for stealthing guys." "How do you know he's poz?" "He told me. I'm poz too. He's fucked me before. I wish I'd had a chance to tell you. When he fingered your ass did it hurt?" "Yeah, it did. Usually I open really easy, with no pain. His nails were probably a little too long." "That was no accident. He was prepping you for his load. Scratching your asshole and rectum so you'd bleed and be more likely to get infected. I'm sorry, but my guess is that the virus is already in your bloodstream." "What can I do?" "Not much. Stock up on soup and electrolyte drinks. If you get the flu in the next few weeks it means you're infected. Go get tested later." I was sick to my stomach. I'd just been infected with HIV. My dick, however, was rock hard for the first time that evening. The guy next to me stroked my cock. "Odd reaction to getting stealthed." I was breathing hard. I realized that taking a poz load and almost surely getting infected had turned me on more than I'd been in ages. The hand on my cock felt great and I was about to shoot. I kissed the guy next to me and whispered to him "Fuck me and shoot another load of poz cum in me." My cock erupted when I said that. I really meant it. I was free. N o need to use condoms ever again or refuse any man's cock and cum. I was infected with HIV and didn't care if I got other diseases. "I'm really turned on watching you getting fucked and infected. I'd love to fuck your sloppy hole and make it a sure thing. Are you sure?" He held his hand to my mouth and I licked my last neg load from his fingers. I stood up, bent down, and licked the puddle of cum off the seat and tasted semen, assjuice and the coppery taste of blood. Infected, for sure. "Yes, do it. Make sure I'm knocked up." I bent over the back of the chair, reached back and spread my ass cheeks. The oozing head of his infected cock rubbed my asshole and he shoved in hard. My cock was rigid again, although usually it took a while to recover. I was so turned on knowing I had a dirty cock in me and was about to knowingly take dirty cum. He rammed his dick in me, fucking me as hard as the other guy had done earlier. I was in heaven, free at last to glory in pure faggot sex with no worries about anything but pleasing the cock in my ass. He hammered in and shuddered. I could feel his cock jerk and twitch and felt warm wetness in my guts. He moaned in my ear. "Pozzing your ass faggot! Fuckin' infecting you!" My cock twitched and I squirted my soon-to-be dirty cum onto the floor. One of the guys watching bent down and licked it up. My cock stayed hard. The guy rose from the floor, pulled a chair in front of me and bent over it. I stepped up and slid my newly infected cock in his ass. I wonder if he'd heard what the second poz guy had said to me and wondered if he cared. The guy was wet and I'd seen cum oozing out of him. I reveled in the feel of his slick asshole and the knowledge that my cock was bathed in strange cum. In spite of having shot two loads in a few minutes I emptied my balls in him quickly. I stayed in, enjoying the feel of his tight butt on my hard cock. Something nuzzled my well used asshole. I looked around and saw the first guy who'd fucked poz cum into me. He slid into my ass and whispered in my ear "How does it feel to be Another Infected Dicksucker, Son?"

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

I went to high school in the gay village, walking through it twice daily to and from the subway, past the bars, bath houses, queens and queers. I knew i was gay and wanted to break free of the choir/alter boy with good grades that girls fawned over image. I worked up the nerve to go into the eagle which was open during the day. It seemed less obvious than going into the porn theater. I walked up the stairs telling myself to act normal, just go to the bar, order a ginger ale and grab a seat in a corner. It worked! As I sat in the corner of the almost empty bar, petrified to move but so turned on I scanned the room, fixated on the sling so much so, that i never noticed the 6'2 dark haired 200 lb mid 30's man that had walked over and asked to sit. I smiled and said yea, grab a seat. He straddled the stool at the table dwarfing my slight 5'8 130lbs as he sat next to me. Every part of me quivered at the thought of him popping my cherry, b4 i knew it i had a raging boner snaking down my pant leg. He reached over hand outstretched reaching for my hand, and in a deep voice said I'm Mark, I couldn't help coming over and saying hello. Thanks your'e hot came out of my mouth b4 i could stop myself, still holding my hand he looked down at my twitching teenage cock and smiled wide.. wow your'e hung he stated making me blush.. i'm chris, short for christoher I told him. Wanna get out of here and go get comfortable? Sure, my voice quivering, we got up put our coats on and proceeded down the stairs when he stopped, turned around and started to kiss me, his stubble made my cock rage even harder making my underwear wet with pre-cum. His large hands quickly freed my cock from my pants, the cold winter air on my stiff "8 1/2" long 6 thick cock made me squirm a little, but b4 i knew it, this giant of a man was gobbling my cock in his hot mouth. After what seemed like an eternity he tore himself off of my cock long enough to grunt, fuck you taste so good, lets get out of here! My jeans barely contained my cock soft, I struggled to to get it back in hard, and decided to zip it up as far as it would go and pull my jacket down over the rest of my exposed cock.. mark smiled at me with this devilishly satisfied look on his face that i would have to walk out like that. As we got to the bottom of the stairs he said, don't worry we r not going far, just across the street. Again more stairs through a lane way door and we r at a counter with stacks of towels on them... The old guy in the background was familiar from the coffee shop; he said to the clerk, let him in, give them the double at the end of the hall and smiled at me.. Mark paid and was given a key, a bottle of lube and 2 towels. We walked down the maze of halls of open doors naked men and sounds of sex everywhere.. When we got to the room mark asked if i'd been here b4, I said no, I'm actually a virgin.... he smiled at me & continued to undress. The man was a mountain, solid, thick arms, legs, hands and a fat uncut cock.. I stood there staring at him as i undressed. he looked me over b4 picking me up and placing me on the bed standing up so my cock was closer to his face.. My cock responded with teenage zeel, but I was aching to taste his cock. his tongue darted under my foreskin tracing my cock head bringing me back to this sweet extacy; looking down at his stubble covered face with my hard cock buried in his mouth was almost too much, and he could sense it, so he turned around placed his hands on the walls spread his legs and told me to hop down and slide that monster cock in my hole. I hopped down and stood behind Mark with my hard cock pointed square at his ass crack not knowing what to do, but b4 I could move his massive hands reached down and cupped my cock, guiding it closer to his hot hole. I could not believe I was about to fuck this football player built daddy, especially without a condom. B4 I could even ask about the condom, the moist heat of his hole like a drug made me forget about anything other than that hot tight hole twitching and flexing against my cock head.. It made me so hot I shot a stream of pre-cum which just made my virgin cock head slide in his hole. Mark moaned and inhaled from a small bottle with 1 hand while still holding my cock with the other. I could feel his hole relax as he inhaled; with a low grunt he moaned as he began to been his hot dry hole my fat uncut cock. The more he worked my rock hard cock into his hole the closer I felt myself to cuming. Mark just kept moaning how good my cock felt in his hole, it hurt so good he repeated a few times; I told him i was so close to cumming, he asked if i could wait till he got my cock all the way in, so I grabbed his hips and drove my cock deep in his hole waiting to feel his ass lips cradle the base of my cock. Mark spread his cheeks grinding back into me; I lost my balance & fell back onto the bed mark following, as he landed on me his crushing weight buried my cock as deep as it could go. I wrapped my arms around this towering daddy who had begun to vigorously ride me raw moaning seed your daddy, shoot you hot load deep in daddy. Without much more urging I was shooting my first load deep into his willing hole. He kept riding my cock which now slid in and out with greater ease as my cum lubed his hole. This new feeling was too much, it's like a beast was awakened, I wanted to be in control, I wanted to be behind him controlling the thrust. I told him to stand up and turn around, as he did i could feel my cum drip out of his ass. He was hard and drenched in pre-cum! I wanted my first taste of cock! It was sweet & salty at the same time i thought as i tried to take his 10 inch un cut cock down my throat like he had done to me... he reached down lifted my chin so i was looking up at him as i sucked his cock and said to I hope you don't mind i have a lot of pre- cum. I took his fat cock out of my mouth and said Its my first time so you get to train me to love your cum and cock... you have to use your pre cum as lube to work this monster uncut daddy dick into my hole. And you have to cum deep in my hole so i can go home with your cum in me.. His cock shot a load of pre cum across my face as it stiffened to my words.. Mark laid down on the bed with his legs up in the air and said fuck me some more, i was so close just now... I pressed my cock up against his hole, feeling my load leaking out as he twitched welcoming my cock into his hungry hole..This time I slid the entire length of my hard uncut cock into his hole as i leaned forward to kiss him. Man it felt so good, i started thrusting like a wild man turned on by the fact that i was inside of this built daddy who just wanted my cock inside of him.. his moans became louder and his cock was shooting short thick burst of what i thought was cum so i aske if he was cumming, he said no that's pre cum.. i puled my cock out of his ass, he groaned as it plopped out. I straddled his lap positioning my virgin hole on the head of his fat, long uncut cock and started to rock back and forth working his pre cum into my hole getting it wet.. Mark reached behind me to insert a finger in my but. I hated the feeling of his finger inside of me... I told him, take it out, if im gonna loose my cherry its gonna be to a cock, not a finger.. I straddled his cock for a while only able to get his head inside of me, b4 he handed me the vial and said inhale slow and deep, then relax... I did as told. The pain subsided as I felt this rushing wave consume me, marks lubed his shaft, place his hands on my hips, a few thrusts and & a couple inches of his monster cock slid in. A few minutes of riding Mark my hole opened up, enjoying the feeling of his fat cock sliding in and out of me, I reached back and realized he was only less than half way in me.. I took a few more hits of the poppers, and asked him to get on top of me; with ease he flipped me over lifted my legs above his broad shoulders, and slowly dropped all his weight on me, forcing inch after inch inside of me...he got about 8 inches in b4 he paused to let me get used to it and to have more poppers... his cock was huge and filled me completely, i felt him grow inside of me as he laid on top of me kissing my neck..I grabbed his hips and pulled him deeper into me, I wanted to feel his balls pressed up against my hole and he did not disappoint. Once more he laid there & I felt his cock twitch a few times, Mark grunted, I can feel the pre cum leaking out my cock, filling u up.. I grinned and slapped his ass; he began to slowly fuck my hole & it hurt like hell...He slipped his cock out of my hole making me feel suddenly empty; he squeezed some lube in my gaping hole, then began to slowly feed his fat uncut head into my well lubed hole. Thank you I gasped as he began to bury his cock fat in my tiny butt, the lube really made it easier to take his long fat cock as he built up speed, forcing my hips down to the base of his cock with almost every thrust, making me yelp. Mark placed his large hand in my mouth and said bite down, I'm close. I pushed his hand away and said I'll take it like a man, he grinned picking up the pace, I was seeing stars it hurt so bad, then all of a sudden my aching hole which was already stretched to the max began to almost double in size as Mark's began to shot. He buried his cock balls deep in my hole, his cock twitching and growing each time he shot deep inside of me. Mark began sliding his cock half way out then slamming it mercilessly back in to his balls, each time flooding me with hot cum. He came for what seemed like forever b4 burring his cock balls deep in my used come filled hole, flexing his cock deep inside of me; then bam , without warning my hard cock started to shoot without me touching it... Mark opened his mouth and bent over catching some of my cum in his mouth then leaned in and kissed me. He stayed inside of me till his cock softened. We showered and came back to our room, my hole sore and gaping, I sat at the edge of the bed. Mark told me to lean back, and i did as told; fuck#@* he began to rim my sore hole sucking, blowing air into my hole like a balloon. B4 i knew it I felt a flood unleash from deep inside me. Mark grunted Yea! like he had just found gold; he furiously ate my hole lapping up every drop that leaked out. After a while I heard him say your'e nice and clean now. Ignoring my raging hard on I asked, what just happened? He said, while fucking you I felt your second ring open up when i was fucking you, so I figured you still had some cum up there. Mark reached into the locker for his pants, and a ring hit the floor, he leaned down and placed it on his ring finger while staring at me. I asked what his wife was like in bed; he said she doesn't like the amount of pre cum i have so she doesn't give me head..& says i'm too bug so doesn't like getting fucked too much which works for him... We exchanged numbers and saw each other a few more times...

“Stop fucking flinching. Take it like the worthless faggot I always knew you’d become.” I could barely see straight through the fog of my high. It wasn’t anything hardcore yet that night, but the alcohol and edibles, paired with some fresh poppers and 8 loads earned deep in my cunt had me lost in pleasure and submission. There I was: ass up in a motel, taking anonymous loads… and it was him forcing my hole open. I knew his voice. It was the man who started it all. It was David. Again. 10 years ago I was a condoms-only college kid with a fantasy to submit. And then he showed me what it meant to really get used. What it meant to give myself to a real man. What it meant to regret it. And here he was - 8.5 thick inches pulsing deep inside me while he wrapped his hands around my neck and choked. 10 years ago I wouldn’t have recognized the shell of a faggot whore on that motel bed. Hell, I barely recognized him that night. As this beast of a man tore my hole open yet again, I realized just how far I had fallen. I was leaking in my cock cage, begging, and crying. But to him? I was just an object. No different than the object he’d raped 10 years earlier. And we both knew it. “Cmon, faggot. Put your mouth around the barrel of the gun. I want to play a game.” — 10 years earlier, and I was 20. It was the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college in Los Angeles, and I’d grown more and more comfortable with my sexuality. I was a good looking guy: nearly 6’0, Italian blood, dark features, hairy and tight body. I could fuck any college kid on that campus, but it just didn’t quite scratch that itch. I needed to get used. Or at least thats what I fantasized about when I jerked off. And “getting used” seemed to be getting darker. Rough fucking had become verbal fucking. Light bondage. Slapping. Pain. I needed it to be kinkier and kinkier to get me off. I found myself falling down the rabbit hole, searching for boys crying, having forced orgasms, and — and it made me hard to even type it into search engines - getting raped. I wanted it. Or I thought I wanted it. It all sort of blurred together as I busted orgasm after orgasm to the kinkiest and roughest porn I could find. But I also knew that it wasn’t realistic. Real rape wouldn’t be ‘fun’. Real rape couldn’t be planned. Real rape was just a fantasy. But that didn’t stop me from being a tease. And thats when David first came into the picture. I’d met David online. He was clear from the outset: he didn’t want my name, he liked to fuck holes as objects, it would hurt. I did not matter to him. And I busted a load that first night we chatted - a huge, thick load. And then I quickly signed off. I did to David what I did to all these guys: I teased. I played out my fantasy to earn my own orgasm. Days and days. Countless orgasms. He took me deeper in those conversations, deeper than I knew I could go. He told me he whored boys out. I came. He told me he came from seeing fags cry. I came. He told me he beat a man nearly to death. I came. He told me he wanted to do it again. I came. This went on and on. Until the night that I let my 20 year old sex drive get the best of me. I agreed to go to his place. He told me it would be rough, but that I’d be fine — that he knew so many of my desires were just fantasy. He told me he got it. He told me I’d enjoy myself - that we’d have some fun. And I trusted him. My dick was leaking, my hole was pulsing, and I was speeding down the 405… until I was there. Heart racing, dick hard, skin moist from nerves, adrenaline and sweat. I was there, knocking on his door. That knock would play out in my head for years to come. That knock was the start of a slippery slope — a slope that would ultimately lead me 10 years later, blackout in a trashy motel, throating a 9mm pistol, effectively destroyed no matter the rules of his game. But that night 10 years ago? I just thought it was going to be some quick, rough fun.

So, this is going to take some explaining. I have a FWB, closer to boyfriend, but neither of us is great with labels. He works as an installer for home theater systems, installing these immense actual theaters in client’s homes. Not always an actual theater, but more often than not, yeah, full fledge theaters. What I am trying to say is that my Friend works for some pretty rich people. He has also been whoring me out to some of these clients since we got together. It’s a fetish he and I both have. But that bit is a different story. So one of my Friend’s clients contacts him and tells him that he is gonna have a stay-cation for a couple of weeks and that he was wondering if he could provide some entertainment. Meaning he wanted my Friend to whore me out to him for his two-week vacation. But this time it would be no clothes, full bondage, my hole would be open season for whomever was in the house. And I had to be okay with that. Little different then us meeting up and him fucking me for a few hours, having a beer, and then me going home. And while it was a hot idea, I wasn’t really sold because two-weeks is a long time and that kind of sex means I get to eat jell-o and drink water so my hole stays as ready as possible. But my Friend knows how to convince me to say yes and after fucking me to the tune of four cum loads in my hole he got me to agree. SO the day that he is suppose to take me over there comes but we are waiting for a text from the client. By the time it comes its super late and it had a fun instruction for the drop off. The client wanted me to be naked and hooded in the trunk of my Friend’s car. Hot, but again no go for me cause weird. I have been fucked by this particular guy before, but this was some new territory for us. And I was a little nervous. Again my friend got my clothes off and fucked me, but then wouldn’t let me cum. I make bad decisions when I’m horny and recently fucked without release. Which meant on went the hood, off all my clothes, and me in the trunk of a car. I was never so thankful for a garage as I was in that moment. So we went on a drive to the client’s house, which was still not the weirdest way I have ever been transported naked. We arrived and after being let in to the gate the car was parked and I was let out of the trunk and led to the house naked. I could hear people around, more than just the client and my boyfriend. After we were in the house the hood still was taken off and I was led to an area where my hands were cuffed and secured above my head to something that was hanging from the ceiling. I waited then for the hood to come off, but it didn’t. Instead I heard the client that I had been whored out to announce that some more entertainment had arrived and to “enjoy.” For a minute nothing happened and then I started to feel hands. A lot of hands. Everywhere. Now I know I had agreed to this. It was my fetish, but I couldn’t see anything. I didn’t know where my Friend was. I didn’t know anything so I was obviously nervous. And that made some of them even more interested. Maybe a little more forceful. What started out a simple groping turned quickly into pinching, pulling, and greased up fingers stretching my hole. They weren’t quick about prepping me. They took their time. Multiple hands spending time finger fucking me until my nervous squirming turned into writhing like a slut. I may have been nervous but this was still getting me hot. Once my hole was loosened up I felt the first cock slide in me. I was fucked by the first cock for what seemed like forever but was probably more like ten minutes before he left my hole empty and a little gaped. And thus began a parade of cocks that fucked me and filled me. Every now and then one of them would cum in me and when they slid out of me they cum would leak out of my hole and down my leg until the next cock came and used the cum as lube to fuck me some more. Mind you the hood still had not been taken off. In the end if everyone that came in me wasn’t a repeat I took twenty different loads in my hole. By this time my arms were sore and my legs were starting to give out. And that’s when I felt myself being let down and led up some stairs. I was put in a room and the door closed behind me and finally the hood was taken off. It was the client. I asked where my Friend was and he told me that he had left an hour ago. He then petted my head and asked how I was doing. I told him I was a little tired and he made a sympathetic face at me. He then asked if I was going to hold up my end of the deal, he said this while playing with my cock. I was still hard. I hadn’t cum yet. So of course I said yes, because good decisions. He told me he was happy and that I could relax in the room, but he needed to get me in position first. That’s when he led me over to a fuck bench and laid me down on it, strapping my legs and arms down. He told me to go ahead and get some rest, but not to be surprised if one of his guests came in to use my hole some more. With that he left and I was strapped to a fuck bench hard as a rock, but nothing going on. I must have fallen asleep, but was woken up to a massive cock thrusting into me all at once and another cock being shoved in my mouth. And so continued my first night as rented out sex toy.

I LOVE this story, very engaging! Looking forward to it's continuation ☣️

I wash with soap an water everyday but I haven't worn deodorant in years. I am a male and I smell like a male. Manscent to me is Nature's poppers.

The best way to have fun at a bathhouse is to just let it happen. When I am bottoming I let just about any guy fuck me condom or raw. I do have some standards although pretty low. My favorite areas are the maze or dark room. Strip away all the bullshit and just get down to it. Also, if there is a common area sling, I’ll hop in. Or leave my door open for use. I like public sex.

That's gross!?! ...no bbq sauce!?

Midtowne closed a number of years ago :(

It strikes me as a possible weird evolution of technology, maybe an outgrowth of texting as a means of connecting? i hate texting for anything more than a quick message, it's an awful method for communicating, yet it seems to have won the hearts of millions. i mourn the number of guys who seem to think you can have a conversation with just one to three word sentences and wonder if socially we are progressively (regressively) becoming illiterate? Have they not developed past picture books and are only responding to pictures? The guys who do not read ads or profiles are likely the same ones who do not write them. It seems there is a growing number of guys who unconsciously believe that others just know what they have on their minds or what they want. i think that many guys are afraid to reveal what they feel and think, or lack the skill set to do so. I.e., there is a lack of self awareness and a lack of ability to express what is felt and thought. Not having that themselves, they don't acknowledge it in others? It's a foreign place to them? When i read a profile or ad that says: "looking for fun," or something similar, it makes me crazy. That says absolutely nothing, yet it seems so common? Is it fear of saying what they really want? Is it that they think you'll just know? And, good luck if you ask for clarification on what constitutes "fun." The guys doing this will probably never read these kinds of threads or comments though because they obviously do not read, so not sure how they will ever get a clue?

No sorry, as an actual black male race play is NOT a turn-on. Kinda like the bareback porn thread awhile back asking why is it that black men are always portrayed as HIV Mandingos who always have to top. Yes there are black men who sexualize trauma like the constant stress blacks have of being construed as different, depraved and dangerous. Such trauma is a literal punch in the gut. Imagine dealing with this multiple times a day over decades. There are plenty of non-black men who exploit this sexualization for their own benefit. (“Oh it’s just harmless play.”) I am not some bleeding heart or a victim, but a black man who simply wants to be perceived as a human. Not a Mandingo. Not a nigger. Not merely a BBC. Stop it, it’s offensive. But as our recent global troubles have shown, no one gives a damn about anybody if they can make a buck or bust a nut. So I look forward to further race-splaining by those who say it’s mere fun or “live and let live” but don’t know what it feels like to actually be black.

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There is a brief mention of GHB in this post being used to lower inhibitions. Dinner time rolled around, and Jerol had texted Billy and myself saying what time to be ready and he'd meet us in our dorm room. Billy found it "so funny" that Jerol had invited us both to dinner. He had no idea I watched Jerol take his straight boy cherry, just as he did mine. Jerol knocked on our door, I was sweating, I don't know why I was so nervous. Part of me was scared Jerol would try something with both of us, thereby outing me...or what I'd done with him. Then again, I already know about Billy, and it didn't bother me, so I guess that would be okay. I'm just so nervous, about something(s). Jerol looked damn good. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and tight khaki's that really, really showed off his bulge and ass. I was trying very hard not to look at his package. I broke out in another sweat when he grabbed me and pulled me in for a group hug. My hand kinda drifted down to Billy's ass on accident and fuck, I got hard. I'm still in the habit of wearing my jockstraps so fortunately it kept my 7.5 guy down, but I gotta say I clearly had something going on in my pants. I should've worn loose jeans. We had a great time at dinner. We ended up not really eating, we started at a bar table because of the wait, and Jerol's ex-girlfriend was our waitress so by the time our name was called we'd all decided we'd just stay where we were at and enjoy some more half-priced beers thanks to the ex. We all laughed and talked like we had known each other for years. We were checking out girls saying what we'd like to do to them, yet, I kept catching Jerol giving Billy and I a certain "look." When we settled up we were walking back to campus and went right by a fairly empty pub, it looked pretty chill so we decided to pop in since Jerol knew the bartender, he knew we wouldn't get ID'd. I was freshly 18 and Billy was about to turn 19, although with his babyface, he looked younger. We each tried a flight of beers, which was cool, getting to sample a lot of different types. I was beginning to feel kinda weird. I guess I'd drank too much on an empty stomach. That didn't explain why I was getting so horny though. I could barely keep from touching Jerol and Billy. Billy seemed to be in the same predicament as myself. Any excuse to touch and we'd take it. I finally said we'd better head back to the dorms. Jerol said he'd get the check, Billy and I were happy to let him treat us, we waited by the door. Huh...that looked like a $100 bill Jerol gave his bartender buddy. I know we didn't drink anywhere near that amount. Maybe he was just tipping him really well. By the time we got back to the dorm I was hot, I felt like my insides and crotch were on fire and my jockstrap strained to keep my cock down. I had already untucked my shirt on the walk back to try and hide it. We entered the dorm room and Jerol asked if we wanted some more beer or a drink. Billy quickly said,"more beer!" I felt dehydrated and "off" so I asked for water. Jerol said, he'd go get it from his dorm, but he was gonna change too and get more comfortable. I told Billy,"he's right, I need to change too, I'm hot as fuck right now." I turned the a/c down to 65F degrees and started clumsily and quickly ripping my clothes off with my back toward Billy. I heard him doing the same. I turned around and caught him bending over trying to get his legs out of his pants. What the fuck?! Billy was wearing a jockstap! AND I could see his perfect smooth ass and a wet pink hole buried in those cheeks. I was burning up inside now and I don't know what happened but when I saw him bent over...I couldn't control myself, I'd pushed Billy down onto his bed on his stomach, and yanked his pants off his legs. "Let me help ya man, you seem to be having problem with these pants," I said menacingly. Well now my face was a mere foot away from his ass, it smelled of soap and a little sweat, I was so hard my cock had pushed it's way out the side of my jockstrap. I grabbed his ass cheeks and buried my tongue into Billy's hole. I don't know why I"m doing this. I'm acting like an animal. I didn't ask Billy if he wanted this or anything. Gawd, his hole tasted good. I couldn't get enough of it. I was eating it like a medium rare ribeye. It vaguely registered with me that Billy was moaning like a bitch in heat as I tongue fucked his glorious boy hole. He didn't have a single hair on or in his ass. His hands reached back and spread his thick ass so I could get in deeper. "Wh..what are you doing?" Billy breathlessly said "I pulled my face out of his ass, and began apologizing,"I'm so fuckin sorry man! I, I don't what I'm doing." "Don't STOP!" Billy yelled I dove straight back into his hole. He was so clean and delicious down there. I couldn't help myself, I got up behind him and placed my cock onto his hole and spat down on it as I began to shove my hardened wood into his incredibly tight bitch ass. I'm fuckin delirious from horniness at this point. I've lost all self control. Billy first let out a deep groan, then screamed as I sank all 7.5 inches into his hole with just spit for lube. I was balls deep in him now. He was panting hard and I apologized again, I don't understand what's come over me, I was sawing my cock in and out of his hole while I held his arms down on the bed and basically raped his hole. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls and ready to blast out. And just like that, Billy began moaning,"OH SHIT! OH SHIT! FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" As he shot his load onto the bed his hole clenched and milked my shaft like a machine and I let loose. There was no turning back as I fired off load after load after load into his warm pussy. We were panting and struggling to gain some sort of composure. I just realized we could be caught any time by Jerol. "Fuck Billy, that was so hot, I'm sorry, we better get dressed before Jerol comes back." I said. "Stay right the fuck there boys!" Jerol said. I whipped my head around to see Jerol naked stroking his giganic cock. Billy didn't even move. It was like he didn't give two shits about anything right now. "Jerol!" I exclaimed,"I, uhm, I don't know what happened, Billy and I were undressing, and I saw him bend over, and, and well, I couldn't stop myself." "Relax man," Jerol responded, "that's the GHB and viagra in you. My buddy at the bar spiked your beers, that's why I ordered us all those bitter deep lagers and IPA's, so you wouldn't taste it." "You fucking drugged us!" I yelled back, I was mad, but I hadn't moved out of Billy's ass, I couldn't leave it. "Dude, it was hardly anything, you're horny as fuck, I can see that, and you feel amazing with no inhibitions right? What's wrong with a little fun? You had to have known I was gonna fuck you on your little visit here right?" Jerol rationalized his actions to me. Fuck it, he's right. I just want more ass, more fucking. "Stick that cock in me Jerol," I commanded. It felt odd telling him what to do. But I wanted to feel that pain and know I'm taking such a monstrous cock inside my tiny hole. He wasted no time in grabbing the oil out of his shorts on the floor and slicking his erection up and pouring some on my twitching hole. He began to rub his cockhead on my aching hole and I pushed back toward it, feeling the pain and hugeness of it, at the same time my cock was going in and out of Billy's tightness, I felt my cum leaking slowly from Billy's hole, so I scooped some up and reached around to rub it on my own hole. I felt Jerol starting to enter me now. FUCK IT HURT. But I grit my teeth hard because I was so horny, I was gonna take that huge cock no matter what. He was sinking into me when Jerol pushed a bottle under my nose, "inhale real big, both nostrils" he told me. I was scared. I didn't know what this was. "I don't wanna do any more drugs Jerol, I'm so horny from what you already slipped me," I complained. "Relax, it's totally legal, it'll just get your hole to open up a little bit." Jerol explained. I wasn't opposed to that, so I began inhaling through each nostril. Fuuuuck....oh my gawd, he's sinking the whole thing into me. All ten inches were pushing past any tightness and ripping me open. I felt his balls on mine, he was fully inside me. He made me take another hit of that bottle and I began to buck back against his cock. My own hard cock was now pumping in and out of Billy's hole while I fucked myself on Jerol's horse cock. I was in a state of painful bliss. It was probably the pain that kept me from falling into whatever realm Billy was in. He just laid there moaning over and over and telling me to blow another load inside him. I began to pick up the speed and was really ramming into Billy's sweet hole. Jerol's cock had stretched me to my max and I felt it thicken. I knew that feeling, he was about to blow. I grabbed Billy's hips and began slamming his ass so fast, that I felt Jerol start exploding inside me which in turn brought me to my own climax, I yelled,"FUCKIN TAKE MY CUM! YOU FAGGOT WHORE!" As I blasted another huge load into Billy, he was a quivering beefcake moaning and mumbling something about taking my loads and being a slut. We slowly unhooked ourselves from each other. Billy crawled up on his bed and rolled over onto his back. I got up there too and Jerol crawled in between Billy's legs, lifting his lifeless limp legs up and I watched as Jerol sank his cock into Billy's wet beat up pussy. I sat there and jerked off while Jerol blasted another load into Billy, I was cumming when Jerol told Billy to take his filthy poz load. What was that again? He told me that once too. I came inside Billy two more times that night as Jerol nutted inside me too. We all fell asleep naked and cum dripping from mine and Billy's holes.

Chapter six - Shenanigans and Revelations, Part One It had been about 7 days since Daniel had seen Sam, and he was feeling really pent up. Lately, he could usually count on Sam to visit a couple of times a week, and there would be some sexual release at some point, sooner or later during their romantic (mis)adventures. He was falling pretty hard for Sam, but the guy had to go on a work related trip for a couple of weeks, so the two were experiencing a bit of distance for the first time since they started hooking up, and then officially dating. Funny how you get used to a situation, sometimes quickly, and when it changes back, you get uncomfortable, right? Even if the change is back to what you were familiar with before. There was only one thing for it. I mean, Sam wasn't around, and it was still a pretty familiar behaviour for Daniel, so... ... the temptation was palpable. To go cruising the local hang outs again. He had done it once or twice in between days when hanging out with Sam, too, after all... early days and no guarantees and all that.... even though, he usually felt a tad guilty about it when he thought about Sam afterwards. He would rationalise it though, as "it's not like they were married or anything, and lots of people have open relationships etc., right?" Besides, it felt good at the time. So be it. Daniel went to his favourite toilet block after work, the one that was particularly popular with gay guys looking for a quickie, and convinced himself he'd just make out with guys, swap blow jobs and that sort of thing. The block was pretty standard, a couple of cubicles, one large and one small, and a long urinal against the back wall. Upon entry, Daniel noticed a guy standing at the urinal, so approached and unzipped his fly, looking over as discreetly as he could, to see if the other guy was looking, and the guy noticed and flashed him a little smile, and winked, then started playing with his cock, rolling his foreskin back and forth over his glans, and Daniel wrapped his hand over his own tool and started stroking slowly, smiling back at the stranger. The door to the larger cubicle opened behind them, then Daniel heard the usual sounds of footsteps and the water flowing in the sink, and the hand dryer starting. Then, looking over his shoulder and making sure the coast was clear, he motioned to the other guy with a tilt of his head and a nod in the direction of the now unoccupied cubicle. Daniel put his cock back in his pants and zipped up, then headed in, and the other guy followed him in, his cock still in his hand. As soon as the door was closed, Daniel dropped to his knees, in front of the man, and started licking up his shaft, and slobbering all over his balls, spitting and licking and sucking them gently, totally in lust and worshipping this guy's manhood, taking him down his throat and the man put his hand on Daniel's head and started to throat fuck the lad, making him gag slightly and come up for breath. Daniel kept doing his best to be a deserving fuck hole for this man and his impressive slab of fuckmeat, alternating between exploring every inch with his lips and tongue, and taking it as far down his throat as he could manage. The guy was now moaning in total pleasure, and had both hands in Daniel's hair, running his fingers through it. He took out a bottle of poppers from his pocket, and handed it to Daniel, and unfastened his belt and took his pants off. Daniel stayed, kneeling on the floor, taking hits of the poppers, while the other guy stripped. Once fully nude, the man pulled D up by his underarms, and said "Bend over, baby." Daniel obliged, bending over and grabbing his asscheeks, spreading them with his hands, presenting his sweet little pink hole to him. "Fuuuuuck.... what a pretty hole." Said the man, in total awe, he then knelt down behind Daniel and began rimming the lad, diving straight in between the young lad's spread cheeks and eating the puckered hole like a starving animal, licking and teasing with his tongue, spitting on it while he massaged his own throbbing member, and with a free hand, fingering in the spit, then going back to applying pressure with his tongue, attempting to push it inside as much as he could, flicking the tip up and down, doing his best to massage and coax Daniel's special spot to relax and open for him. Next thing, He stood up, and Daniel could feel the man pressing down on his back, keeping him bent over, the stranger's large hand spreading over his upper back, between the shoulder blades. Then, he moaned as he felt the familiar pressure against his hole as the man began pushing his cock into him. Taking a long, slow breath, and pushing back gently, Daniel then felt himself relax more, and his sphincter began to relax and dilate, allowing entry to his insides to the invading cock, his tunnel blissfully still tight, and being unlubed, still hugging the man's cock as it began sliding inside him, Daniel feeling every inch, making his toes curl and a tingling sensation like that of goosebumps all over, then the air was knocked out of him when the man started thrusting as hard as he could. Daniel moaned, his mind in a lustful haze and asked for the poppers, when he regained his breath. After a few deep breaths, Daniel could feel his hole relax even more, and as the man began thrusting hard, his cock was becoming nicely coated in a viscous layer of Daniel's ass mucous and the guy's precum, making it slick. Sometimes, the best lubes are all natural. A few minutes passing of this rather athletic fucking and the man began breathing heavier, and thrusting faster and even harder than before "Fuck, I'm getting close.... Gonna breed your slutty cumdump hole...." he panted. "Mmmm yeah, Daddy.... please cum in me....give me your load...." Daniel replied, in between gasps and moans of pleasure. The man then roared and bucked his hips into Daniel, nearly making the lad lose his balance, while the guy clenched onto his hips with his big, meaty hands, digging his fingers in like claws, and shook as his orgasm rocked them both, jets of fresh and warm cum pulsed out of the man's rock hard cock, coating the lad's colon with seed. Catching his breath, the man stood up, and got dressed again, spanking Daniel on the butt and saying "Thanks, mate." He then opened the door, and walked out, and left the door open, which revealed the nude lad to the rest of the place, and before he could reach the door, another, older gentleman walked in, smiling. "Heard you from the other booth. Mind if I come in?" He said. Daniel figured, why not, and he said "Ok, no problemo." After all, he could do with some more cock and cum. This other man was quite a bit older, possibly early 60s was Daniel's guess, but he wasn't unattractive, if anything, quite handsome. He approached Daniel, and placing his hands on his head, pulled him in for a passionate kiss, then they sank into one another, pressing their bodies together, still locking lips and wrestling their tongues together, Daniel moaning gently as the man began playing with his nipples, pinching and twisting them, and Daniel began unbuttoning the man's shirt, and then unfastening his belt. "Pretty little slut, ain't ya?" The man said. He stepped out of his pants, and pulled down his underwear, his now hard cock bouncing out as the fabric was pushed away, 7 inches and cut, a droplet of precum glistened on the tip of the glans. The man grabbed Daniel's hair, around the back of his head and roughly pulled him down to make eye level with his crotch, and demanded "Suck it!" Daniel loved it, though, and cupping the man's scrotum with a free hand, and bracing himself on his knee with the other, he opened his mouth and took the engorged cock before him in his mouth, savoring the taste and sucking in earnest. He began to deep throat this man's penis and he felt the pressure on the back of his head, fingers gripping his hair tightly, and the man got really rough, bucking his hips and giving Daniel a really brutal face fuck. All the young lad could do was keep his jaw open and breathe when he could, in between thrusts, as drool was coating the tool now ramming his throat like a piston, and globs of thick, mucousy saliva was flowing freely. "Guurrrrglll gurrrlll gugggll grrrrlllglll".... "Mmmm... fuck yeah.... making your face my pussy hole.... like that dontcha, bitch?" The man slapped Daniel's ass... "Gurrrll gurrggle.... mmm hmmm" "Good boy. Keep sucking that cock. It's what faggot boys like you were born for." The man then licked his middle finger, and began probing Daniel's distended pucker, rubbing against the lad's inner walls, drawing out more moans of pleasure from Daniel. Some cum and ass juices coated the man's finger when he withdrew it from his ass, and he stuck it in Daniel's mouth, telling him to clean it. He then sat on the toilet bowl, leaning back slightly, and said "Here, boy, come sit on my cock...." Daniel didn't hesitate at all, and facing away from the guy, lowered his butt on to the prong sticking out from the man's lap, feeling it push through his tender hole, sighing "Aaaaahhhh..." He rode that man's cock in a total state of blissful sluttiness, bouncing up and down, milking a load out of yet another random stranger's cock. It didn't take long for the guy who's cock he was impaled on started spanking up his ass, mixing with the cum and ass juices already making him sloppy as a well used up whore. When Daniel unmounted, the man bent him over and pulled his hips back to meet his face, felching the gooey mess from the freshly fucked hole, grunting and growling while he did it. Daniel could feel some amazing sensations on his ass as the man slurped and sucked, determined to retrieve what seemed like every drop of cum that was up there. "Stand up, turn around and kiss me...." The man commended, and Daniel did exactly as he was told. After a few minutes of passionate snogging, and sharing the tastes of cum and ass, they broke the kiss they were sharing, and Daniel was the first one to begin putting his clothes back on. He was feeling pretty tired, still horny, but felt like heading home. He wanked himself to orgasm after he had got home and had a shower, eating his cum after he shot it all over his belly.

Im interested. 35yr old BB bottom here in Humber Bay Area

I walked around the campground more and got fucked a few more times before I walked over by the pool area and saw a group of guys getting ready for a game of naked volleyball. I intended on just watching but one of the guys said they needed another bottom player to make even teams and asked me if I was a bottom and wanted to play.i agreed and he said great and said it's tops vs bottoms and we were all planning on an orgy after the game was over. I got excited by that and we got ready to play. The guy who asked me to play went and turned on a foam machine and a black light and it was then before the foam got to big that I saw all the tops had the same uv biohazard tattoos that I saw on the two guys from my school. I got really turned on and during the whole game I played with a raging hardon as well as the rest of the players. There was allot of grinding and touching as the foam got thicker and I couldn't focus on the game as much as the fingers playing with my balls and ass. After about an hour of the game the bottoms won 10 to 4 and we all had to catch our breaths. We all stayed within the foam and the orgy started there. I got grabbed by one of the hottest tops there and he wasted no time in living his cock and my ass and went to town fucking me. He had a really thick cock and long one too that went in real deeply touching all the right buttons inside me. Another top walked over with a similar sized cock and a nice set of swinging balls. I saw another uv tattoo on his hip and dove down to the root of his cock in one shot. I just stood there taking these two Poz cocks at each end and I couldn't be any happier or so I thought. The guy fucking me pulled out for a moment and laid down on the ground and was pulling me down to ride his cock facing me. The guy I was sucking knew what was happening and joind us on the ground as he lubbed up his cock and started to slide it next to the one already buried into my whole. The feeling was intense and a bit painful but I was loving every moment of it and shortly the pain of being split by these two subsided and I really started to enjoy being stuffed. The two guys stuffing my hole started to pick up the pace and from the grunting and the feeling of their cocks getting harder I knew they were both about to blast my hole with some more Poz seed and I was ready to be filled with more Poz cum. With one final slam I could feel my hole being flooded with both of their Poz cum being shot into my guts and I was in heaven. The top behind me fell on my back panting after such an intense orgasam and the guy I was riding was as well so I stayed still relishing in the glow of such a hot fuck. Once they regained their composure and their cocks started to soften they started to slide out of my hole and each kissed me deeply thanking me for such a great fuck. I thanked them both for their deposits in my ass and we started to move more around the action around us. After an hour of this intense orgy I had been fucked at least by six other guys and decided to take a break and head to the bar for a nice drink. I sat on the barstool and while enjoying my drink I started to finger my hole and see how much cum I had collected so far that night. My fingers were coated in the sweet sweet Poz nector I even swirled some around the rim of my glass and mixed some into my drink. The bartender wearing nothing but a bowtie smiled at me when he saw what I was doing and gulped my drink. He and asked me if I wanted a fresh drink with some more cream and make it golden. I figured he was asking if I wanted to drink his piss and I was excited at that so I accepted but said I preferred it from the tap and winked at him. He called over one of the other bartenders and asked him to cover for a bit while he took a break. He led me into one of the bathrooms and took me into the ajoining showers from the locker room and we started to make out. He rubbed me all over and fingered my puffy hole pulling out some of the cum inside and shared it with me. I licked his fingers clean and made my way down his body till I was greeted with a very large thick cock that reached full hardness. He was easily 12 inches and as thick as a beer can and I wasn't sure I could deep throat but I love a challenge. I gagged a bit but was able to get his cock down my throat after the 4th I was able to get his whole cock down my throat. I earned a big moan from the bartender so I know he was enjoying it and he slowly started to fuck my throat. He fucked my throat in long slow pumps and quickly picked up the pace. Soon after I could feel his balls starting to get tighter and he slammed into my throat gushing an enormous amount of cum down my throat and I didn't miss a bit of it. He was breathing hard but didn't leave my throat at all. I started to feel his cock go soft and he said just to wait for the next part. He pulled out so just the tip was left in my mouth and started to let loose the stream of piss that I gulped and gulped so I didn't miss a drop. Once he was finished I stood up and he pulled me in for a strong kiss pushing his tounge in my mouth to taste his piss in me. Once finished we walked back to the bar and in a flash from one of the rotating black light another uv biohazard tattoo showed up. He poured me another drink saying it was on the house and I accepted it and sat to watch the drag show going on. After one of her songs the drag queen said " alright boys it's Time to pull the drawing for tonight's star bottom of the evening before we do the fire works tonight, so if you're a bottom and would like to be the star bottom of the evening just put your first name and last inatial on the paper passing around and come up and put it in the hat and we will pull the winner before the show." I put my name on a sheet and walked on stage getting allot of whistles and cat calls put it in the hat and walked back to my chair. Once all the bottoms there put in their entry the drag queen shook the hat and pulled one out. "Ok boys here it is and the lucky winner is Daniel F." Everyone looked around trying to see the winner and I was a little in shock that I won. I stood up and walked on stage and everyone started to applaud me. "Ok boys here is our star bottom so once the fireworks are over everyone here at the campground will get a chance to fuck and bed our star bottom boy." Allot of cheers went out and even I jumped for joy

I have used lots of married guys who have dealt with the same issues. They are wired to crave cock and cum, but not the guy attached to it. You are not alone . From my experience with these guys. you will go through cycles of shame and then indulgence. Most guys keep going further and further each time they come back from trying to stop taking cock. Eventually turning into total sissy cum sluts. If you are a single guy. you are better off since you have more control over your choices. If you dont want to date, but want to be used by a regular guy. That hardest part will be just owning the fact your a sub and find a dom top who just wants to use with no strings and make yourself available and hope for repeats.

The Horse Market is hot as fuck and not to be missed. Of course the coronavirus is fucking every thing up right now. But after it passes definitely go to one. The comments above are pretty accurate. Bottoms and tops are in a range of ages. I attended in Germany and there was more screening for fitness/build than there was for age. I had a few buddies there—one was a mare. As Insatiableboy said —lube isn’t an issue after the first round of breedings. There are red hoods for BB and white hoods for safesex. The ratio is different from city to city. I looked for “my” type of mare to focus my time on. My dick was in about 30 mares and I came three times. I would love to have cum more but had been whoring it up all week so my cock and balls were spent. Our buddy reported that he was fucked by 100 dicks. Admittedly he mares don’t necessarily know when guys are taking turns (tag teaming) or cum back later for another round. He was busy all night and was fully satisfied when we debriefed-later.

Part II Fantasies are a place were lots of things are allowed – some of them should stay fantasies though The address Daniel was given, was not far from his apartment. He took a taxi anyway, since he was somewhat excited and didn’t trust himself with his bike. When he arrived he was standing in front of one of the newly build buildings in town, the ones that were most certainly out of his price-range and would probably never be affordable for him unless he inherited a ton of money from a rich aunt he didn’t know of. When he entered the building, he was greeted by a concierge wearing a formal uniform in black and red, including a matching hat. A golden name tag had “Peter” written on it and was attached on a well-tailored front pocket on his uniform. Daniel considered Peter rather attractive. He must have been only a little older than him, but his posture and this surrounding gave him a glance of elegance that Daniel was lacking even though he was wearing one of his good work shirts. God evening sir, what brings you here tonight? How may I assist you? The concierge said. Daniel didn’t quite know what to answer to this. Telling Peter that he came to this address because a guy from an online dating platform whom he had never seen in real life but only in videos where he fucked his semen in young unprotected asses, commanded him here to watch him have sex, didn’t seem like a good option. The concierge was already raising one of his ginger eyebrows when Daniel mumbled: Ergh… I am here to visit a friend. The concierge was scanning Daniel from head to toe, his eyebrow still raised. He clearly thought he was lying or at least not telling the whole truth, which was the case. And what is the name of this friend, sir? I’d like to let him know you are here. Daniels was sweating now, in his rush to get to the address he had gotten from “Assbreeder82” he didn’t even realise he did not know what his last name was. This was embarrassing, he didn’t know what to do. Leave, and text “Assbreeder82” what he was supposed to do? He would feel dumb doing that. Or tell the concierge that he didn’t know the name of his “friend”. He could feel Peter starring at him. Then suddenly the familiar sound of an arriving elevator distracted Peter for a moment. Daniel turned around and was heading for the door, this seemed to be the best option. Just before he opened the door though, he looked back and froze. There in the elevator that had just arrived on the ground floor stood “Assbreeder82”. He had never seen his face before, but he knew this body and the way he moved. He was wearing a black casual suit, with a white button-down shirt, that complemented his muscle-daddy body quite well. Daniel was standing there just starring at the men he had fantasised so much about. He was fascinated by him. The neatly trimmed beard that had the same black tone as his chest hair had in all the videos he saw. His dark brown eyes and most importantly that cheeky little grin that he was wearing so well. This was a man of confidence and he did not hide it, nor did he need to. Peter was just greeting “Assbreeder82” but Daniel couldn’t understand the name he was saying because he was too far away from the elevator. Still somewhat frozen, Daniel realised to late, that he got spotted: Daniel, is that you? Where you about to leave without saying hi to an old friend – fan boy? The way he said the nickname that he gave him sent hot and cold shivers over Daniels body. Still overwhelmed he didn’t know what to do but his body decided for him. He could feel how his feet where slowly dragging him towards the elevator, passing Peter that had a weird look on his face that seemed to be a mixture of jealousy, pity and professionalism. His feet stopped 2 meters away from “Assbreeder82”. There was a moment of silence until finally he found enough confidence to speak. Hey thanks for picking me up. Quite a service. Assbreeder82 took two quick steps towards Daniel, laid one muscular arm around Daniel’s shoulder and ushered him into the elevator, while Peter was still watching disapprovingly from his counter. The elevator doors were closing and Assbreeder82 selected the 12th floor, his one arm still resting on Daniels shoulder. Daniel could smell his cologne that had a woody smoky touch to it, mixed with a hint of his scent. He could not believe that he was standing in an elevator alone with this man and he was surprised that he even came here. He usually was not doing things like this. “Its just like watching porn” he told himself. As if Assbreeder82 could read his thoughts he said: You seem nervous Daniel. Don’t be, like I said I respect your boundaries, you are only here to watch and film … unless you decide otherwise. But if I respect your rules, you’ll have to respect mine. Once we arrive in my apartment you are to strip down all your clothes. While I play with the little twink that is already waiting for us, you are only allowed to watch, film or commend if you wish so. Should you touch me while I am playing with my toy our agreement ends and you’re mine to do with as I please. Understood? Before Daniel could think too much about this the elevator doors opened and Assbreeder82 led him to the door of his apartment. He had arrived in the lions cave and though he was only here to watch, he felt like he was about to do something very kinky and forbidden… More to cum

(Cont…) That knock would play out in my head for years to come. That knock was the start of a slippery slope — a slope that would ultimately lead me 10 years later, blackout in a trashy motel, throating a 9mm pistol, effectively destroyed no matter the rules of his game. But that night 10 years ago? I just thought it was going to be some quick, rough fun. — Part 2. I felt my phone buzz. “Just knock when you’re here.” Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I was so fucking in over my head. And fuck me, I knew it. I had walked maybe 10 feet up his concrete driveway in East LA. And you could hear my heartbeat out in Malibu. I knew I was in over my head, but also knew how hot that was, how much it made my dick stir and my hole pulse. I was going to get fucked by this latino thug, maybe he’d slap me around a little, call me a puto. Maybe he’d even want his cum inside me. I was ready to have some fun, and that adrenaline? That uncertainty? It was hot. I could use some rough sex. But David? He wanted exactly what he told me he would want. My 20-year-old self… I just didn’t realize. I didn’t listen even when he told me exactly the truth. I didn’t listen when he repeated it before I came over that night. I didn’t listen, and I, well, I guess I needed the lesson. I needed that ultimate moment that shifts your life path, that moment when we discover who we really are. I far from knew it yet, but that's the lesson I needed. Its like some god of debauchery, some figure meant to corrupt born-fags — he let me ignore the warning signs, he let me look past so much... all of David's own warnings, all of those bullshit sexual assault seminars on campus about responsible behavior, all those things that Pastor Eric told me I'd be drawn to if I chose to be gay. I ignored all of it. And, well. There I was. Hard as a rock. I knocked. I remember how he opened the door, never showing himself. I remember the scent of sweat and man and drugs — I’d remember… after it was over… I'd remember that smell. That smell, that filthy reality — it was my future. I knew it. Somewhere deep down… past the porn, and the fantasy… I just knew. Years later I’d remember how that smell meant I was really getting used. Fucked Up Used. There was a connection there, some cerebral soldering that would turn every drug fueled gang bang of my 20s into a drug unto itself. An addictive one. One that meant I'd pursue extremes, submit myself to Men, hurt myself for men. It meant I'd sell myself to men not for profit, but to prove a point about hierarchy. That smell eventually meant I was doing it just fucking right; that night, that night it was simply new. David opened the door. After I stepped inside, into the dark, I got a glimpse from a light in the corner. He was fucking huge. Built. 6’3, maybe 6’4. Fit, dark skinned. Tatted with full sleeves. “Christ” was written across his chest. I couldn’t see it, but I knew: he was hung. I shut the door and smiled at him. I was going to have some hot, rough, fun sex. And then he slapped me. He slapped me so hard my head spun. He drew blood. Not a lot, but enough that I felt it and saw it on my hand. I had to catch myself with a step sideways. I was so off balance, and he caught me. I guess you’d call it a catch? He reached one arm out, and it was enough to support my entire weight. I remember thinking he cared. That I told him I liked slapping. That this was fun. It would be fun. I just need to, reset, ya know? This was just a heavy start. “You knocked, fag. We know what that means." And then -- and it felt so odd -- he touched my hair with his free hand, he touched it gently even. Like I was a prized possession. My cock had gone from shriveled with fear to rock hard instantly. I remember answering him, trying to sound seductive. "That we get to have some fun?" I coyly answered. "Not 'we' faggot." He pulled his arm back, made a fist, and our eyes held contact. He punched me square in the face, my body going limp as he pulled out his other arm; I hit the floor and I was out fucking cold. He, for the first time that night, was rock fucking hard.

Awesome story man, brings me back simultaneously to feeling horror and horny remembering a night i spent drunk, high and helpless while a 40 something surfer-dude that i chatted with on a4a raped me on his waterbed. I didnt think much of it when he told me he had called one of my school/poker friends to come drive me back to campus, despite the fact my "friend" showed up less than 2 minutes later, wearing just a white cotton undershirt, and see thru bball shorts revealing a huge hardon. I kind of remember him laughing with the older guy who said something about me being a "lightweight" and their explanation why he was there turning out to be unnecessary because i was so out of it i almost didnt realize the older guy had cuffed my arms to the bedframe before my friend raped me much more wildly than the host had. When i sobered up my friend was fucking me for the 2nd or third time and the older guy was getting me to do lines of coke off his dick. I tried to get them to stop but the older guy said they were almost done and left me with the guy i thought was a buddy, who suddenly became a sweet passionate top telling me he dreamed of my lips and kissing me between requests that I spend my nights with him from then on. I had a girlfriend and while i had fantasized about him and checked him out a lot at poker night, i was really freaked and scared for my secret to come out so i just kissed him and begged him not to cum in me when he admitted he had already cum at least once in me that night. He did pull out and reluctantly shoot on my face since i was begging him to, and before i could open my cum drenched eyelids, he had disappeared into the bathroom and 5 mins later the 40yo dude came in, untied me and told me my friend got a text from HIS girl friend and took off. Btw, my friend from schoom never ackowledged our fuck session at poker when we hung out except when he would get bombed after his baseball team lost or he had broken up with his girl. Thats when he would show up at my dorm room and beg me to suck him off. Instead i would jerk him while he laid on my bed or the floor while working his legs back til i could get to where i was eating his bubble butt. I even managed to pop my cock head into his ass for a stroke or two after he stopped telling me it was exit only the night he found out he was being benched for a few games til his hitting average went up. I came on his ass while he complained about whatever i had used to snap his bubbleband (a term he often used when refering to popping the anal cherry of a girl or apparently his own tight sphincter) and he went back to his dorm room with cum leaking from between his butt cheeks down his grey sweats, because i kept his white athletic supporter briefs with his load in them. But back to the night of the rape, I stuck around the older guy's house for an hour or so while the drugs and booze wore off and when i told him i was not going to return and i thought it was best he stop talkig to me online, he told me he thought Id been in on this mutual fantasy rape scenario since the other dude said i was and knew my a4a profile despite being careful to ensure my photos were faceless and my description was vague until i was sure i didn't know whoever i was planning to meet. He apologized over and over until i found myself saying it was okay, but really i was far from okay, still in shock since i didn't have any previous knowledge or desire to be force fucked especially by someone who might out me. Once he got me to swear i wasnt going to run to the police, he began convincing me that I had actually loved what happened, or at least enjoyed it enough that i was okay chatting with him online. Not sure if he was lying about what he had been told butas a peace offering he gave me some amazing weed and some coke and usb drive full of gay pornos he had downloaded for me, all of which featured tops like him and my friend (but in groups of 5-10) bare gangbanging guys like me, who all seemed reluctant but by the end of each video, the bottom would always say they had never been so turned on. This was my introduction to treasure island and a few similar studios and thats what ended up getting me to come back to his place a few more times over the next 2 yrs at school. At first he and i would tag team these hot bttm twinks from my school or the other, bigger university about 30 mins away, but every night with him ended with me bent over the couch or with my legs in the air in the back seat of his suburban, taking his raw cock down my throat or up my ass, tho i never let him cum in me, no matter how much he wanted to. By the following x-mas he had worked it out with my baseball poker rapist friend to come spend a night there since the dorms were closing for the holiday and he sidnt have anywhere else to sleep. He agreed when the older dude said i was also out of options and had to stay there as well. This time he was the one who ended up high and tag teamed, even admitting he had set it all up the first time, and while i enjoyed being balls deep in his built baseball butt, i found i was conditioned to want the 40 yo surfer dude who lived hundreds of miles from a surfable wave. So he took me downstairs and got me up in a make shift sling andkept me high on weed and poppers and booty bumps that i wasnt aware of, until he got me to agree to let him seed me...twice. When my former poker pal sobered up enough to come down to the basement and see me in the sling he laughed and told me he always thot i was a bitch bottom boy, but he hardly thot it was funny when i refused to let him have a turn fucking me and told the 40 yo that the only way i would let anyone fuck me ever again, was if he made sure my poker pal didnt get to fuck me no matter what. Wish i knew where he was these days so i could show him how much it hurts the day after a proper forced fuck.

They had a Telegram chat room for the mares (I got invited because I’m on the newsletter list) and someone asked about that. The stable hands in the chat said that there was a big variety of ages and body types/sizes for the bottoms. Of course any twinks get a lot of attention but they said that a lot of the tops are more interested in trying all the holes out so all the mares get used. They also said they’ve seen guys who were much older or heavier still get a ton of attention because they had so much anal talent and word spread among the stallions who are encouraged to openly examine and discuss the mares as traders at a horse market would examine and discuss the animals for sale. It’s like show horses are pretty but for this kind of heavy use you’d want plenary of workhorses too.

Not really - you just need to be willing to care about everyone's needs and best interests and not put your own above everyone else's. You don't have to fuck people over to live.

Name aside, he's been flirting with running for president for two decades, even launching an exploratory committee or two. That's pretty close to a career politician. Additionally, "businessman" is a very loosely used term there. He's a serially bankrupt con artist. As has been said many times by people far wiser than me, a casino license in a state where it's highly regulated (thus limited competition) is largely a license to print money. The fact that Trump managed to drive *multiple* casinos into bankruptcy is telling. So is the fact that US banks no longer will do business with him (and haven't in more than a decade). Must be why the New York Times and Washington Post have been having banner years for the last few years, with the former experiencing *record* subscriptions even at a time when print newspaper subscribership has plummeted. Maybe you mean cable news, but then again, CNN and MSNBC's numbers, taken together, hold up well against FOXNews and decisively drub Nutcase Network (aka OANN). FOX leads overall, but its audience skews much older (younger people tend to get news online rather than on TV). As its audience literally is slowly dying off, I don't any room to recover, much less grow, for a network aimed at making sure old white people are pissed off.

Home From University I slept really well that night and spent less time wanking and watching porn the next day. The following day, I took the occasional look to see who was online and there were a few hot guys that grabbed my attention, but the laundry room guy was noticeably absent. I was trying to be good and keep away from everyone, though. One life altering virus at a time, thank you. About seven in the evening I got a message from a pic-less profile. There wasn't much information in the text either. In the old days (3 months ago, lol), I wouldn't have even wasted my time reading the message. My pool of possible hookups was now pretty limited now and who knows when things would be getting back to normal. I opened the message and it just asked "u @ 1530 marina?" I've seen these time wasters before, but replied back with a simple "yes". There were over 250 condos in this building and right now there were over a dozen on the app that were also in this building, so I guessed it was ok to give him that bit of info. In a few minutes, I got a body pic that showed a near hairless younger guy with a nice ass and then a note "18 college guy, bottom. u got nice dick." We sent a few more messages back and forth and he seemed to be interested in hooking up. As much as I wanted to stay isolated, my hormones were starting to get the better of me. Then, I got the message "ur status says askme, so I am." "That's the end of this conversation" I said to myself and sent back "poz." Setting the phone down, I cracked open a beer and started looking for something to watch on TV. I got a few alerts back and once I started a movie I looked at my phone. The faceless guy sent "u on meds?" then "bb?" and I got a few messages from other guys, too. One said he wanted to meet when house arrest is over and the others were just guys fishing for more pics. I was surprised that the college guy had continued to reply, so I gave him answers that I was sure would scare him off "ran out of meds only bb no pullouts" and hit send. I had to rewind the stupid movie to catch the beginning. The movie was about a third of the way done when my phone buzzed again. Hitting pause, I looked to see what message I got and it was from the college guy. "wow. want to but scared" he replied. I was hesitant to keep going since I figured this was going to be a waste of time. I set the phone down and watched the rest of the movie. When I got up to go to bed, I looked and there weren't any more messages from college boy and figured he had fantasized enough, blew his load and I wouldn't hear from him for a while until that kink rose back up from his subconscious. Work was surprisingly busy the next day and I had a string of phone calls and emails to deal with and suddenly it was after 6pm. Other than a few text messages from friends and family, I didn't touch my phone at all. Once dinner was consumed, I sat back on the couch trying to decide what mindless crap to watch. My phone buzzed and it was a text from my brother checking up on me. After I answered, I looked to see what other notifications I had. There were four from college boy "u busy?", "u poz negs?", "u like my ass", and "can u host?" It was hard deciding if I was just his jack off material or if he was serious about taking a poz load or ten. The messages were all from earlier today, starting about 3:30pm and going to about 7pm, so he seemed to be serious. There was no way I was going to fuck him here, nor was I going to type out my answer to his second question but I did say a silent "hell, yeah!" I typed out my reply "done working. Nice butt needs a dick in it, how many guys fuck u?" and hit send. I barely set my phone down and it buzzed with a reply from college boy. "hope urs is next 1. 37 so far" was his reply. This was getting more interesting. If he wasn't lying, he was experienced enough to know how to take dick so it might be worth at least meeting the guy. Hitting reply, I sent back "maybe. meet on roof in 20 2 talk?" Immediately I thought to myself "Why did I do that? Nothing good is going to come of this." The roof of our building has a sundeck on part of it and then an indoor area with some couches, a few game tables and a pair of large saunas. It should be a quiet place to meet and I've fucked more than a few guys in the sauna over the years. I picked up a small piece of paper and some tape, donned my mask and headed up a little early. Getting off the elevator, I walked slowly forward through the vestibule and reached up on the other side of the arched opening and slipped the paper over the security camera lens and secured it with tape. I didn't need a thousand questions from our nosy doorman. I walked into the lounge area and sat down on one of the couches and waited. It only took a couple minutes and I heard the ding from the elevator and hoped it was the college guy. Sure enough, a figure appeared and looked around. I couldn't see him clearly, the lights were dim and he was too far away. As he approached, I could see a short, thin body in some baggy shorts and a tank top. I pulled off my mask and said "Have a seat" when he was about ten feet away. He stood in front of me a moment before he sat down in the chair next to me. I looked him over now that I could see him better and while he wasn't the type I normally go for, he was easy on the eyes. His long dark blond hair was pulled back and tied in a bun, he had small dark plugs in each ear and a small straight eyebrow piercing. His pale face was smooth and soft except for a patch of hair on his chin. I could see the nipple piercings protrude through the tight tank top he was wearing, which showed off his twinky body. He was toned but not muscled and with his compact size I imagined he would be fun to toss around on a bed when fucking his brains out. His baggy shorts hid all of the good stuff and covered down to his knees. I was surprised to see some tall lace-up black leather boots on his feet that came midway up his calf. I wasn't sure if this is how he normally dressed or was just going for an edgier look to try and impress me. He stared back at me a few seconds and finally said nervously "Hi." "Hi" I replied and paused before going on. "You seem a little persistent. Am I giving you enough jack off material?" I asked. His eyes got big and he shook his head 'no' and reaffirmed it, saying "No, its nothin' like that. I mean, it's hot thinkin' about it... and you... and I get hard as fuck when you reply but I'm serious. I wanna do this." "Ya know, its a one way street and this shit can really fuck you up" I said bluntly. He nodded and kept staring at me. "How long you been chasing?" I asked. He looked perplexed, like I was suddenly talking in Mandarin. "Chasing the bug" I added. The lightbulb went on over his head and he replied "Oh... a few months. I met a guy last semester who's poz and we had some of the wildest sex I've ever had. Its almost like a porn flick, but better. He makes me beg for his dirty seed and when I feel him cum in me its so fuckin' hot. I never blow my load from getting fucked by anyone else but I do when he breeds me." "So you're already poz, then" I said, a little disappointed since I was already looking forward to knocking him up. He smiled slightly and said "No, he's on meds and I got tested at the end of January. You really toxic?" My dick twitched and started to grow in my sweat pants. Nodding 'yes' I added "Drugs ran out about a month ago." I thought about asking why he was chasing, but I really didn't care. I just needed to know he was serious. "When you get charged up, what you gonna do? Go on meds too?" I asked. I got the perplexed look from him again. I knew he hadn't thought that far ahead. After a few moments he asked "How long can I stay off of them?" I smiled and liked his thinking. "It depends on how your body deals with it. With some guys, it can be many years and for others it's weeks" I said. I could see he wanted to ask something, but first I wanted to know how willing he was going to be spreading my strain. "Your profile says you're a bottom. Do you ever top?" I inquired. "Not very often. Most guys see my size and assume I'm a bottom. Besides, I love getting fucked" he replied. I could sense an easiness in his voice telling me he was more comfortable now. "You better start spreading your seed more. I don't want my seed to go to waste" I said with an evil grin. He looked back at me intently. "Here's the deal. I'll breed you 'til I get bored. It might even be enough to get you knocked up. If you do, then you have to pass it to at least five guys. OK?" I said coldly. I watched his jaw drop and he slowly nodded 'yes'. I really didn't care how many people he infected, as long as it was more than one. Standing up, I started to walk towards the sauna. I could sense him right behind me, just like a little puppy. Once in the men's shower area, I opened the door to the sauna, standing just outside. "Strip and get inside" I commanded. College boy dropped his shorts and stepped out of them and pulled his tank, revealing more smooth skin with not a mark on it. He was standing there in a jockstrap and his boots and I said "Jock too, leave the boots on." He pushed it off, kicked it aside and stood there, revealing a very stiff five inch cock that was surprisingly thick. I nodded my head towards the door and he walked inside. I quickly took my sweats and tee off and followed him in and closing the door behind me. "You got one last chance to leave without my bug swimming in your guts" I told him. Instead of him running out the door, I watched him climb up on the lower bench on his knees with his ass hanging off. "Give it to me" he growled. Chuckling, I told him "This ain't gonna be gentle." I knelt down and grabbed each butt cheek with my hands and pulled them apart, gazing at the pink ring surrounded by a few wisps of blond hair. I thought for a moment about how wrong it was to wreck this perfect eighteen year old's fuckhole, how much pain he was going to be in in a few minutes, the pain when the virus took over his body and maybe when his body lost the fight. My cock was rock hard and dripping precum on the floor and my little head started doing the thinking. I pressed my face between his cheeks and rimmed him quickly. He let out a moan when my tongue forced its way in, adding just a little bit of spit to his hole. Someone had taught him well and he worked his hole around my tongue, relaxing it and letting me in and then squeezing it tight. Normally I would spend a long time eating out a hole like this, but I didn't want to get caught and I had a job to do. Slapping each cheek, I stood up and nestled my cock at the entrance. Leaning over his back I said "Tell me what you want." The wait was almost nothing when he replied "Please fuck me. Breed me with your poz load." Turning my head slightly, I noticed that the plugs in his ears had little biohazard symbols on them. "Let's make that truthful advertising" I thought to myself. The moment that he finished his last word, my hand went over his mouth and I slammed my hard cock into his tender hole. He screamed out like I knew he would and it was only slightly muffled by my hand, which was now covered in his spit. "Gotta wash that hand good when we're done" I thought briefly as I pulled almost out and shoved back in. The sauna wasn't on but you wouldn't know it by looking at his face and back. He was sweating like crazy and his body was trembling as I tried to hold him still. My cock was being held by his vice-like grip which was helping my assault make all those tiny tears in his chute that would let my bug invade his body. The screaming slowed down to a loud whimper while I stood there motionless with my leaking cock buried deep inside him. I was pretty sure about this time he was having second thoughts and that this was nothing like he had imagined. "You like that poz dick deep in your ass?" I asked. I got a mumbled "Mmmhmm" back from him and replied "Good, cuz this is just the beginning." I slowly withdrew and then slammed back in again. I waited only a couple seconds this time and then began drilling into him with firm thrusts. Years of gym workouts allowed me to keep up the intensity of our fuck. Beginning with the barely lubed start to five minutes of pounding to ten minutes where his hole was sloppy from my precum, then fifteen and twenty minutes passed when my balls started to ache. I could tell a few times he seemed to be fading out of consciousness from my brutal pounding and then he would come to and start grunting again. His body was weak by this point and he was only upright by bracing himself on the bench and my hands which now were on his shoulders. "Ready to get bred?" I asked. He whimpered louder and I heard a faint "Yes... please." "Beg for it" I said back to him. he gave me several almost cliche responses "knock me up... please, poz me... give me your bug" and finally a pleading "Infect me... please!" For the next few minutes, I hammered his hole fast and hard. My cock swelled a little thicker and my balls were now pulled up tight. The hammering stopped and I slammed in all the way and heard him cry out "oh god!" I chuckled and wondered if he was now praying and for what. For the fuck to end? For him to get knocked up? Pulling out about half way I gave another shove and that's when the pulses started. "FUCK!" I screamed out, followed by "Take that toxic load, neg boy!" Ropes of cum shot out and coated the walls of his tortured chute. I could feel it cover my throbbing cock as I wrapped my arms around my latest victim. Our bodies heaved together while a few more spurts of virus infected juice pumped into him. Once my orgasm faded and my breathing slowed, I pulled my sore cock out of him. I definitely had done some damage to his fuckhole and his ass ring was an angry red. Turning him around and sitting him on the lower bench, I pushed his head to my cock. "Clean it up" I told him unemotionally. He looked up at me briefly and then began to lick around my shaft. "Like the taste?" I asked. Pulling off a moment, he asked "Is that what viral cum tastes like?" Looking back at him, I said "No, that's what a wrecked and bred hole tastes like." Once he finished licking all of the cum mixture from my cock and balls, I tilted his head back up. Grinning at him I said "You're a hot fuck" but all I got back was a blank stare. He looked exhausted and I knew he would be sore for a few days. I left him sitting there, pushed the sauna door open and then quickly dressed in the shower area. He hadn't come out by the time I headed to the elevator. Walking through, I grabbed the paper that was over the camera and waited for the elevator. As I descended down to my floor, I wondered what his response would be when I wanted to give him a second dose.

Ditto. Sometimes I'll be working or going about my day, get a whiff of my pits and it's like a light switch got flipped. I go from 0 to 60 and have to stop what I'm doing and either jerk off or get fucked. And that's just when I smell my own. If it's another guy's pits I go primal. I can eat out a guy's pits for hours and be in pig heaven.

I'm surprised no one has added Teletubbies to their list. I mean ... you're all so ... conventional. 😄

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A very attractive guy picked me up and kept saying how much he wanted to piss in me. He was high so he said his piss would make me high as well. I was in his bathroom douching. He came in and asked me to turn around. I thought he was going to help me to douche but he shoved his semi-hard cock inside. It was very painful but he held me at a position that I could not run away. I had to relax and then he started peeing. He had so much piss and the entire night I felt strange. I guess I was high lol . It was my first and only WS experience.

Absolutely, father son fun time gets me fucking hard, would love to join in a session

If both parties are willing, it can be a beautiful thing. I am very pro gay incest.

Technically? Yes. It was at a friend’s house party. We’d all had a lot to drink, and I remember we moved the party to the basement where there was a bed and shower. I remember everyone being IN the bed, making out, fooling around a little. I passed out at some point, and woke up to one of my friends fucking me pretty hard, raw, just as he was about to cum inside me. Didn’t try to stop him or say no, I was still VERY drunk. I passed out again a little after that. Was told later by one of the attendees everyone had taken a turn on my hole that night.

Part Three It had been a over a month since Ron was abducted and made a prisoner. He had grown accustom to being high and getting used by men in the area. He wondered what his parents thought and often thought about his dead friend Jake. He spent Friday through Sunday high on Tina and couldn’t get to sleep till Monday afternoon then spent a couple days in bed. By this point Ron was addicted to Tina and needed it every weekend. He hadn’t cum since his abduction and with all the Tina he was given over the weekend he rarely got hard. He was just finishing up his typical Tina fueled weekend when Matthew escorted him to the room he first woke up in when he was first brought to the compound. When he entered he saw a strange table in the middle of the room..It had arms sticking out and a piece of wood 2” x 6” in the middle at what looked like the foot of the table. Matthew told Ron to climb on the table and lay down. As Ron Laid there he noticed that there were mirrors on the ceiling so that he could see himself as Matthew strapped him down. His arms and legs were secured along with two straps across his chest and one across his belly. Once Ron was secured Matthew let Ron know what he was about to have done to him. Matthew told Ron “It has been decided that your balls are too big and they have to be removed.” Ron began to protest and beg that his balls not be removed. Matthew let Ron know “I’ve done this plenty of times so I know what I am doing. It won’t take long and you’ll be back in action next weekend. I will gag you if you continue to fight me” Matthew added another instruction as he began to shave Ron’s Balls and crotch, “You are to keep your eyes open and watch as your balls are removes” as the jock began to cry. Once the skin was shaved Matthew prepared to clean the area with Iodine. He knew this was going to be traumatic for Ron, but it had to be done. Ron began to beg again to try and save his balls. Matthew let his patient know “Since you can’t listen I’m going to have to gag you. Matthew then forced a ball gag in Ron’s mouth so he could only mumble. He then let Ron know “If you continue to make noise I will make this more difficult on you.” Ron didn’t follow Matthew’s orders and continued to mumble away. Matthew didn’t say another word to Ron. He pulled out a hammer and two long 6” nails. He stretch his nut sack out as far as it would stretch, then placed a nail over one of Ron’s nuts, raised the hammer and drove the nail through his nut and into the wood beneath. Ron screamed out as the nail was knocked through his ball. He was breathing heavy as Matthew repeated the process on Ron’s other nut. Ron looked at his manhood in the mirror to see blood slowly leak from where the nails pierced his balls. Matthew reminded Ron “Remember you are to keep your eyes open and watch what I am doing, understood?” Ron nodded that he understood as Matthew picked up a special scalpel that would cauterize the vessels as he cut to limit bleeding. He made an incision just about half way between his balls and the base of his cock on all sides of his sack. Once the incision was made in his sake Matthew looked up to make sure that Ron had his eyes open. When he was sure Ron was watching he tied off the blood vessels to his balls and then cut the cords and vessels that let them hang between his legs. Matthew then sowed up the skin and the deed was done, Ron was now ball-less.

At home. I made one of my regular cumdumps come over tonight and I shot 4 loads in his ass. Boring, I know, but if you want to shoot multiple loads it's easier when you dont have to worry about being interrupted. I think I'm going to go give him #5...