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Chapter 2 As I entered, there were no lights. It was pitch black. I stopped for a moment and one of the guys told me to keep it moving, along with hands on my shoulders pushing forward. I couldn’t see anything. I stopped after taking only a few steps inside and felt the hands being removed. As I turned around, I saw the door closing, shutting out the light from the street lamps. I heard several locks turning. I could see nothing. No one. It then was silence for what seemed like several minutes. I was really beginning to freak out. At first I whispered and then increasingly spoke the same question, “hello”? No response. A dim light appeared from above barely showing a small stool beneath. The light wasn’t bright enough to see even the walls of this place. I didn’t move. A deep, masculine, matter of fact in tone type voice came from the darkness. He said, “You are here because you said you were into partying and playing with us. We play and party hard. Bet you like it hard. Real hard. Take off everything and get naked. Put all your stuff on the floor next to the stool. Do it now.” I was buzzed, no doubt. The voice was sexy. I was spun. I slowly walked towards the stool, removing what little I was wearing. Now completely naked, I stood there waiting. “Turn around. On the wall there are items you are to put on. Best be quick about it!” came the voice from the darkness. Sure enough, as I turned around, there was a wall dimly lit that had several items hanging on it: a black leather jock strap, an odd looking cockring, harness, wrist and angle restraint straps, and blindfold. It was difficult putting this all on in almost complete darkness. As I did, my mind began to race with questions. Then it hit me. Some ten years before, I was trying to find my niche as far as the type of bar or club I wanted to frequent. It became clear pretty quickly that I was attracted to the leather bar because of the hot, masculine, leather clad men usually there. It was there that I met a guy named Bob. It was early during my coming out. I didn’t know how to act. Was totally inexperienced with men. And it showed. Bob introduced himself one evening I was there. He made it clear that he wasn’t trying to fuck me, he just thought I could use a little help. We drank, talked, laughed, and drank some more. Over the next couple weeks we became friends and still are to this day. He had told me that there were “leather men meets” all around, that one was coming up not too far and asked if I wanted to go. I agreed. We checked into the hotel, unpacked and got ready to head out to the host bar for the leather meet event. I had no leather and had put on a white t-shirt, a pair of worn levi’s, jockstrap, and black work boots. My ass looked boomin in my jeans. Bob came out of the bathroom and asked if that was what I was wearing. When I told him yes, he began shaking his head saying how stupid he was for not thinking about it beforehand. “This is a leather meet. The key word being leather.” Then he said for me not to worry. That with my hot little bod I could get away going shirtless. I freaked out. I had never been to any club or anywhere public shirtless. He calmed me down as we began to smoke a joint. I smoked weed many times before – but this time, the weed was super strong and had a weird taste to it. I coughed several times. Bob laughed and picked on me a bit. I told him the weed was the strongest and oddest tasting weed I had ever smoked. Bob said that was because it was realllllllly good shit and it was spiked with something that would make me feel better. He then produced two shot glasses, one more full than the other, and a can of coke for each of us. He handed the smaller shot to me and said, “cheers!!” We clanged the shot glasses together and drank them. It was awful. Unlike any alcohol I had ever tasted. My facial expressions told the story. Bob laughed again and said it was G. It would make me feel even better. Some time passed and I was feeling better. A LOT better. I was also very warm. And was feeling more horned up by the minute. We smoked another joint and headed out walking to the host bar that was just a couple blocks from our hotel. As we got closer to the bar, I noticed more and more men clad in leather gear around the area. I kept touching my nipple through my t-shirt. My dick stirred inside my jock and my hole felt like it was buzzing. Twitching. We got to the entrance of the bar where there was this very tall, super hot man in black boots, chaps, a bulge that wouldn’t quit, hardness, vest, and hat. He smiled at Bob, took his ticket, and stepped aside to let him in. I presented my ticket and his smile turned to a crazed like look. “This is a private leather event. I see your ticket. I don’t see leather. You can’t come in.” I looked beyond him to the door and Bob was standing on the other side of the door talking with some guys he must have known. “Will this make a difference?”, I asked as I took off my t-shirt, turned around and bent over untying my boot laces and stood back up. The bouncer was smiling a shit eating grin and said, “that will do just fine. Just keep the shirt off.” As I walked past him he grabbed my ass. Inside, I was blown away. Men everywhere. Leather of all types. Men wearing only jockstraps and boots. In the distance, I could see a guy getting fucked. The music was blaring. The smell of men, sweat, leather and sex was intoxicating. I was high. Horned. Like a kid in a candy store. I was also nervous as fuck and it took a few drinks and time for me to chill – getting used to my ass being grabbed or slapped and my nips getting tweaked. The place was huge. It was on two floors. Bob and I had walked around and saw all the different booths, bar stations, and more men playing than I had ever seen before. Time flew by. It was about 30 minutes before night one was to close and we were getting another drink when the bartender motioned for Bob. The two talked for a bit – all the while looking in my direction. Bob then walked over to me and said that he was a bit shocked. He went on to say that he was a bit jealous and how lucky I was. As we walked away from the bar, Bob told me that we needed to goto the bar’s leather shop. He said that the attendant there would be waiting for us – actually me. Bob said that there was a gift for me there from someone unknown. I was curious for sure. We entered the shop and the attendee immediately greeted us, then grabbed my hand and began walking towards the dressing room area with me in tow. Once there, he went on to say that a very generous and very hot man who wished to be anonymous wanted me to have some things. I looked very skeptical. The only catch was that I had to walk out of the shop wearing those gifts and had to agree to have them on whenever I was attending the meet. Before I could say anything, he quickly took some measurements and disappeared. Bob was so excited. I didn’t know what to think. The attendant then returned with a pair of black leather boots, a black leather jock strap having thin straps, a half harness, arm band and boy cap. I freaked. I would be almost naked! I looked at Bob. He said I should do it. I would be crazy to pass this up. “Shots!” screamed the bartender that had been talking to Bob moments before. “Drink up – on the house!” There were 4 shots, 2 of one color and 2 of another. “One of each color, gentlemen”. We downed our shots. I took Bob aside and expressed my nervousness. My fears. And then something happened. I stopped talking to Bob, turned to the attendant and said, “fuck yeah. It’ll be hot!” Pulled off my jeans and other stuff and put on the items the attendant gave me. “WOW”, Bob said. “Look at yourself in the mirror! Holy fucking shit! And that ass!” I moved to the mirror. For the first time in my life, be it the shots, drug shots, weed, whatever, I stood there and complimented myself as to how hot I really did look. There weren’t as many men in the bar as we left the shop. The last call announcement came. We went to the bathroom and I went into one of the stalls and shut the door. Bob headed to the urinals. I finished pissing and put my now almost hard dick back inside the jockstrap when I began to wonder how I was going to get back to the hotel dressed like I was? The bathroom stall door suddenly opened. A towering man built like a brick shit house forced himself inside the stall and closed the door behind him. He easily stood at 6’4”. Dark hair, light hair on his muscular pecs behind a harness, a small trail down his 6 pack into chaps where I could plainly see a couple inches of his dick popping up through. “Don’t say anything. Turn around,, now”. I hesitated. He grabbed my arm and spun me around and smacked my jockstrapped bared ass hard. “Spread your legs and step forward” he said as I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me towards the wall. “Give me your left arm”, as he grabbed my left wrist and brought my arm behind me placing my hand on his dick. “Play with my dick while I stick you”. I had no idea what he meant. Did he mean he was going to fuck me? “Put your right arm upwards – hand on the wall – and don’t move”. I didn’t understand. I heard some rustling and then a rubber tube wrapped around my right bicep, followed by wet feeling, then a prick, then the rube removed. And then BAM! I uncontrollably coughed hard several times. My vision blurred. Warmth all over my body. My dick got rock hard and I was pumping out pre-cum like crazy. My hole was on fire. My legs got weak. I let go of his dick and started to slump down as he wrapped his huge arms around me to hold me up – while fingering my nips. I moaned. He moaned. He licked and nibbled my neck and ears as he pressed his body against mine. I was sweating like crazy. “Put your hands on the wall and don’t move”, he said as he quickly backed up a bit and then bent down, slipped both his hands between my legs and spread them as he lifted my lower body off the ground. I was hanging in front of him and started to squirm like crazy when I felt my hole being tongue teased. He darted his tongue in and out of my hole, teased all around it, and repeated this. My dick was so hard. I was higher than I had ever been in my life. I started to say, “fuck me. Fuck me1 Pound my hole! Please!” I got louder each time. I needed dick. I wanted it so bad. He turned us around in the stall, then opened the door and continued eating my hole as he walked out the bathroom and into the bar. I couldn’t make out anyone or much else. He stopped eating my hole and said to someone, “takin this one with me” and we went out the door. At first I began to freak out a bit wondering how that looked with him eating my ass as we walked out the door. Then I didn’t care. Suddenly everything stopped. I was set down onto my feet for a moment. I started to bring my head up when I first heard a sliding door open and then felt myself being pushed inside a van. “On your back, arms up. NOW”, he said. I felt my wrists being secured above my head as I lay on the cold metal van floor. A ball gag was put over my head and into my mouth. “Just to be sure you don’t get crazy and start screaming”, he said. “Spread your legs”, he said and I felt something first touching, then quickly being pushed inside my hole. It burned. It also didn’t pop out. I figured it was some kind of butt plug. He then closed the door, got in the driver’s seat and began driving. I was fighting inside with anger, fear, unreal horniness, and a hole aching to get filled. “I know you’re a bit spun, but that’s how I like my boys and my boys like to be. Bob said you weren’t experienced with party drugs and I love bringing party virgins to the dark side. You got the look, bod, and butt boy – knew it as soon as you put on the leathers I set up for you. Relax. We got about a half hour drive.” My hole was now twitching around the butt plug. It was pressing against my prostrate. Zzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz My body shot up as this wild feeling repeated deep inside my hole. The pattern changed every minute or so. It was driving me crazy. I was uncontrollably moaning. I could see his bright blue eyes in the rear view mirror looking at me – like I was dinner or something. He smiled a smirk from time to time as he looked back at me from time to time. I could see him stroking his dick as his right arm flexed and his hand moved up and down every so often. The vibrations were getting more intense – very intense. “You liken that boy? Got the controller right here – Bluetooth is amazing! Bet I should turn it up some, eh?” OMG! It almost felt like the butt plug was fucking me. The vibrations made it move inside me. My dick was so damn hard. My nips were standing on end. I was sweating bullets. Moaning like crazy. My balls ached. My dick wanted to shoot but the vibrations were so intense against my prostate I couldn’t cum. “Aint that a bitch? Wanna cum so bad, right? NOT gonna happen!”, he said and increased the intensity. I was squirming. Kept feeling like I was gonna blow all over and was kept in that feeling for most of the ride to wherever he was taking me. “You were injected with tina in the bathroom. It’s called a slam. A dart. I gave you .40. A little more than what I start most with, but I had to move quicker cause the bar was closing. The shots you had are ghb. Once we get there, you will be untied and then tied again with your hands behind your back. We will go inside and you will be put into my sling. Your wrists and ankles will be restrained. You will be given more ghb and another slam. This time, it will be stronger. And then we play.” A few minutes later, the buzzing stopped. The van stopped. As I was told what were the next steps happened. The tube, the prick, removal of the tube, and BAM! Holy fucking shit! The rush was so intense as he turned the vibrating butt plug on higher than before. He laughed. I gyrated. The sling swung. Then I was empty. The butt plug removed – replaced by his tongue teasing, tongue darting without mercy in and out of my hole. He again played with my nips as he ate my hole. I screamed behind the gag. My breathing got harder. I couldn’t stop bucking my hips. My dick hurt it was so hard. My balls ached like never before. And then I burst. My dick began throbbing as it pumped my balls and shot rope after rope of my cum across my stomach, onto my chest and face. I had never cum without jerking off, getting head, or getting jerked off. I couldn’t believe this could happen. It felt so fucking good. I collapsed, unmoving as my dick continued to dry throb, my hole trying to grip dick – feeling so empty and screaming to be filled. He stood up. I hadn’t seen him remove his chaps. Between my legs, barely able to fit his dick in his hand as he stroked what looked to be at least 10 inches of thick cut cock, I looked into his eyes and just nodded my head. In an instant, he fed my hole balls deep with his dick. I screamed in pain and pleasure. He stepped forward holding onto the chains and thrust forward several times. Punching through my inner ring. It hurt. He then stepped back and pulled out entirely and began shaking his head. “Looks like you can’t take my dick, boy”, he said as he walked out of the room. I tried to shout for him to come back. Beg him to fuck my hole. Some minutes later I heard footsteps approaching the room. He walked in, his dick looking harder than when he left. He opened a box on a table, pulled out some lube, stroked his dick a few times, put his hand back into the box and then sprinkled his dick with tina. A real super evil grin on his face as he walked back towards me he said, “I don’t give a fuck if you can or can’t take my dick. That’s up to you”. He stood between my legs, spread wide, high and tied to the sling, reached forward with both hands and grabbed onto my neck as he literally impaled me balls deep with one stroke. He then pummeled my ass full length as deep and as hard as he could. “CUM boy! Shoot your load!” he commanded. He pounded harder. “I said CUM boy! CUM NOW!” He kept one hand gripping my neck and began slapping my ass with the other with each stroke. “CUM BITCH!” he screamed as he then short jackhammered my hole. Again, in my shock, my dick began pumping streams of my cum onto my face and chest. He began to groan and moan deep guttural sounds as he blew deep inside my hole. I could feel his dick throbbing and dumping his seed as my hole gripped and stroked his dick. He slammed and fucked me that entire weekend. We never went back to the leather meet. “HEY WHITE BOY!” came the voice from the dark, louder, stronger, more commanding – bringing me back to reality as I stood there still putting on the items left for me.

Wednesday afternoon, I met up with a guy I first met back in January. We fucked a couple of times earlier in the year, but then I chickened out because of corona and turned down his other offers to fuck. He's about my age and we click really well. He arrives, we have a drink and chat for about 15-20 minutes. The whole time I'm wearing a long tank top and nothing underneath. At one point I flash him my ass and ask if he's ready. Then our friendly banter turns into gentle foreplay and then into some serious fucking. I've learned how he likes it. I position myself on the side of the bed, head down for 30 minutes of non-stop fucking. I put very little lube in my hole to start because he's a multi-cummer. I offer up a tight hole to start. Load number one is planted in me after about ten minutes. I am always silent when he's fucking me because I like to hear his moans and changes in his breathing pattern when he's about to nut in me. Then, without moving, he continues to fuck. My ass is nice and slick now so I offer him a loose cummy ass to fuck until he shoots load number two. Mind you, this guy still has not pulled out my hole and has been fucking about 20 minutes continuously at this point. So I switch it up and start offering the snapback, where my hole is loose on the downstroke and then I grip his dick on the upstroke. At this point, he is churning the butter and my hole feels like the consistency of a milkshake. When he finally delivers his third load, he still continues to thrust into my frothy hole before eventually tapping my left cheek and pulling out. He falls onto the bed. I sit quietly while he recovers. We then chat a bit more. He chuckles loudly when I tell him I do certain exercises in the gym so that I'm strong enough to take the pounding without having to move or ask for a break. He then compliments me on how good my ass feels. I tell him how important it is for me these days to caress a man's body and to feel a connection. He slowly dresses and leaves, but texts me on the ride home in the train to say thanks again for the booty. At this point, I'm practically skipping and whistling because I have been fucked good by a guy I really like. My dick continues to ooze precum long after he leaves from the 30 minute prostate massage he has given me. He lives 1.5 hours away from me, but says my ass is worth the trip. He works in healthcare, and I learned I can fuck him even if corona starts to spike again because he is tested very often. If he has the slightest symptoms, he is tested and sent home to quarantine until he receives the results. I don't know what I did this year to deserve him but I'm very thankful.🙌

I (24) have been in a live-in relationship with my "daddy" (45) for almost 2 years now, he's an insatiable bottom, I'm a top only (although I love a nice rimjob). He's got a bunch of other friends his age who are all bottoms too who we play with often. I used to fuck guys my own age but for like the past year it's only been guys over 30, and I'm starting to kind of prefer it that way lol... Older bottoms just seem to be able to handle a big dick better, and seem to appreciate getting fucked by a younger guy a lot more than guys my own age. Any other young tops/older bottoms feel this way? We both really like incest play, but there is a total dearth of good porn with top sons and bottom dads. Even if you type those terms into search engines you will just get daddies fucking boys lol.

1. Questionnaires James woke up to hear his phone chiming. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was. He was in his apartment, but he didn't remember coming back. He tried to move, and discovered every muscle in his body was sore. Painfully, he reached down. His stomach was sticky with sweat and lube, and his dick was soft and limp. Bit of the night started to return to him. Conrad fucking him, as he begged Conrad to stop. Strangers fucking him as he cried in agony. Conrad laughing as he whimpered in pain. He had been nothing to these men, and they treated him like the faggot he was. He reached around, and gingerly explored his asshole with a finger. It was tender. He gasped, and learned that his throat was as sore as his asshole. Another memory returned. This time, his head was off the side of a bed, and a thick black cock was buried in his throat. It was deep enough that it choked off his oxygen. He had tried to push it away; that only got his arms tied down. He was shivering now, not so much cold as he was terrified. Conrad lived only a few doors down. He couldn't stop remembering the sound of Conrad's laugh. When he had gagged, Conrad had just laughed that much harder. Finally, he forced himself to look at the phone. The message was from Mitchell. "Audition for you tomorrow. I'll e-mail details." James tried to speak. He could barely get out a word, his throat was so sore. There was no way he could audition tomorrow in his current state. "Really bad sore throat," he wrote back. "Can barely talk." "Let me see what I can do," Mitchell texted back. James tried to stretch out his muscles; he found new areas of tenderness. There were bruises on his wrist, where he had struggled against the restraints. He had been blindfolded; the man fucking his hole had paused. The unknown man whispered in his ear. "Turns me on. Watching you struggle like that." He tried to forget what had happened next. "I want you to see my doctor," Mitchell texted. "14:00," he said, and gave an address. James looked at his phone. It was already 12:30. He forced himself out of bed, forcing himself to ignore the pain. He took a shower, and washed away the accumulated sweat, lube, spit, and cum. He felt a bit better, until he looked in the mirror. There were some light bruises on his face; he couldn't remember when he had gotten them. A further exploration of his body revealed some welts on his ass, and bruises around his ankles as well. He was numb. He hated himself, hated what he felt, hated that he had let it happen to him. He put on his clothes, and called an Uber. The office was a nondescript building in a nondescript commercial district. He went to the second floor office and walked in. There were four seats in the waiting area, only one was occupied by a muscular older man. He went to the receptionist. He was a slim Latino, and James found himself imagining the possibilities with the older man and Latino. "Hi. I'm Jim, James," he said, catching himself. The receptionist looked up; he had a thick, trimmed beard. James stuttered for a moment. "I've, I've, I've got an appointment." "Oh yes. Mitchell had booked it." He pulled out a clipboard and handed it to him. "Can you just fill this out before the doctor sees you?" He motioned for James to take a seat. As James sat across from the bearded older man, he looked him over. He was good looking, and there was an unmistakable bulge in his jeans. Unfortunately, the man caught him staring, and smiled. James quickly glanced away and sat down. James tried to focus on the questionnaire, despite feeling the man's eyes on him. He read the first question. "In the past 48 hours, how many sexual partners have you had?" There were two columns of answers, one labeled "Receptive" and "Insertive." For each, there were just four options, "None," "One," "Two," and "Three or more." James circled his answers. "Three or more" for getting fucked, and none at all for fucking. He moved on to the next questions. "What forms of safer sex did you use, if any." Again, there were options, but only one applied to James. "None." James started on the next question, "What of the following have you done in the past six months?" He started to check off some of the options. He had used "party drugs," as the survey put it. He had sex with strangers. He had been restrained. The last one made him cause. "Sex without your consent (Raped)." He remembered how he had begged Conrad to stop. He remembered how Conrad had laughed. "I need to cum," he said. "That's all you need to worry about." His ass throbbed at the memory; he wasn't sure if he was horrified or aroused by it. He checked the box. But before he could go to the next page, the door opened, and two men walked out. He immediately recognized Tiago; this time in a shirt and tie, wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope. He was followed by a young black man. He was wearing black pants and under the blue polo shirt, James could see the muscles ripple with each move. "I wondered if it was you," Tiago said. Tiago smiled, and James knew that even if his memory of the time with Tiago was fuzzy, Tiago's memory was crisp and clear. "This is my intern, Fabien," he said, introducing the young man next to him. He was at most a year or two older than James. James went to stand up; he realized he was about six inches taller than Fabien. "Don't worry," Tiago said. He turned to Fabien. "You want to finish up the questionnaire with him?" "Sure," Fabien said. He took the clipboard, and read the answers. He turned to James. "All bottom, huh?" "Yeah," James stammered. He tried not to meet Fabien's eyes. He had all the answers right in front of him. "And all bareback, too?" Fabien asked. Tiago was standing, watching, nodding his head. James caught the stranger staring at him, and smiling. He adjusted his dick in his jeans; James could see the stranger's cock was massive. "Yeah," James stammered. He didn't want this interview to happen where anyone could see it. "You said drugs," Fabien continued. "Which ones?" Fabien wasn't even trying to keep his voice down. Even the Latino receptionist had stopped shuffling papers, and was listening. "Uh..." The entire room was focused on him. "Weed?" Fabien asked. James nodded. "GHB?" James nodded again. "Tina?" James nodded a third time. He couldn't stand to look at the stranger again, much less Fabien or Tiago. "Anything else?" He remembered Conrad telling him to snort something. "He called it vitamin K?" "That's a bunch," Fabien said. He looked at the clipboard. His eye fell on the last one. "Let's go back," he said, turning to Tiago. "Yeah," he said. "Let's go," Tiago said, helping James to his feet. "We can talk more." As the two men led James back to an examination room, James heard the stranger ask the receptionist. "You've got his number, right?" "Hell yeah," the receptionist said, as the Fabien shut the door.

We’re not worthless as we’re receptacles for real men to use. So we have that value!

Paying Our Dues, Part 2 "It's time, boy" Carlos said to Juan, who looked back nervously. "Knock him up, just like you did to us" Carlos said to me. He was staring at me and his eyes had a cold, soulless look to them, just like his voice. I walked over to Juan and saw that Tim was back on his hands and knees, staring at me too. Running my hand over Juan's smooth bubble butt, I felt it tremble. After a few strokes, I dragged my finger along the crack, pushing deeper each time until it found his puckered hole. It winked around my finger as I pushed it in. The only moisture was the sweat from Juan's ass, but that didn't deter me. My dry finger slowly sank in until it was buried all the way. I twisted it around, making sure to dig my fingernail into the soft tissue. He winced as I did it but didn't utter a word. I worked his hole like this for a minute or two and then added a second finger. My eyes looked over Juan's body and while his ass was firm and unmarked, the welts and scars on his back told a different story. Since Juan was used to taking Carlos' cock, the pair of fingers slid in easily. My fingers twisted and dug in and when I thought he had enough I leaned in and said "On your back." I left my fingers in and let him rotate around them. His ass was a little too far forward, but a quick tug on his legs from my free arm brought it hanging over the edge and his legs up on my shoulders. Looking down at him, I could see the fear in his eyes. He quietly said "I'm scared" and I chuckled to myself thinking "How much death and pain has he witnessed while helping out his gang and now he was scared?" Leaning in, my cock nudged at his rear entrance and I whispered to him "You can always go back to jail instead of serving Carlos." He shook his head 'no' vigorously and I slowly covered his mouth with my hand. "Good choice. My bug will kill you, not a knife or a rope" I said sarcastically. My hips pushed harder until my cock had breached his sphincter and stopped. Juan's entire body shook underneath me, knowing what I was about to do. Just like Carlos did to Tim, I jabbed in hard, planting over half of my cock inside him on the first thrust. My hand muffled most of the scream that burst from his mouth, but that was the only noise in the room. The pause that followed was only a few seconds but then I gave another hard shove and planted my cock to the root. He was squirming, trying to escape but I had him pinned to the bed and he couldn't move anywhere. Slowly, my hips pulled back until just the last inch of my cock was inside. My hand still was covering his mouth and once again it muffled the scream as I slammed in fully. Juan's cock laid there completely limp, showing that this abuse did not excite him at all. I felt his ring spasm around my cock, trying desperately to expel the intruder. My cock wasn't going to stop and while I may pull back, I was also going to plow all the way back in as well. Another hard thrust and then I needed to properly fuck him. It was perverse, but I was enjoying doing what Carlos couldn't. For whatever reason, he was unwilling to stop his meds and get viral enough to charge up his boy. I, however, didn't have any such inhibitions. A few minutes later and the thrusts had a steady motion and my body was bouncing off of Juan's ass. He was stretched out enough by then that the screams had subsided but I kept drilling. I'd watched the expression on Juan's face morph from fear to pain and now pleasure mixed with pain. In fact, I'd been so preoccupied with Juan, I didn't notice Carlos walking around. I had glanced a few times and saw Tim staying in position watching me fuck Juan. Suddenly, I heard a loud "WHACK!" next to me, followed by Tim's scream. Another "Whack!" and a muffled scream from Tim's face that was now buried in the bed. "That's what I do to a boy who doesn't know his place" Carlos barked out. He held the flogger up high, ready to deliver a few more slaps if he deemed it appropriate punishment. There was no way I was going to interfere with Carlos' retribution. I hadn't even realized I had stopped fucking Juan and the silence in the room was uncomfortable. I started plowing Juan with occasional glances over to see what Carlos was doing. There was another loud "WHACK" followed by a grunt from collegeboy which told me he was getting fucked again. "Leather hitting an unblemished ass really gets my dick hard" Carlos said while slamming into Tim's ass. Carlos had his hand on the side of Tim's face, pushing it into the bed as he fucked. I spread Juan's legs wider while my engorged cock plowed even further past his inner ring. I watched his eyes roll up into his head as he groaned loudly. Juan was probably as fertile as he was going to get and my balls knew it. His chute was coated with a liberal amount of precum which made each thrust much easier than thirty minutes earlier. I pulled slowly out and held him there a minute, looking back and forth from his gaping hole to his panicked face. "Oh fuck NO!" he yelled out as I slammed back in as hard as I could. With my cock planted as deep as I could get it, it started to shoot jets of my toxic seed deep into the inner chamber. I growled out and my body shook as I bred Carlos' boy. "Yeah! That's it pozzer, knock his ass up!" Carlos yelled at me. At that point I knew what I was to him - a tool for his desires. Just a hired gun to infect his sub. It turned me on, though. Pumping my infected cum into a neg hole was something I loved to do. "FUCK!" Carlos yelled out as he emptied his second load into collegeboy. Apparently, watching me breed Juan got him off and he filled Tim with his bugless load. I rocked my hips, working my cum into the walls of Juan's battered chute. Tears were streaming out of his eyes, but I had a wicked grin on my face. I pumped two more loads into Juan that night before Carlos sealed the cum in with a large butt plug. Collegeboy got one more load and a half dozen lashes from Carlos while I had fucked Juan. Judging by the hardness of Tim's cock when he was being disciplined, he had found a new kink that he really liked. I was exhausted and my balls were completely drained. Tim was laying on the bed and seemed to be in the same state, except all of his viral cum was still in his balls. Juan was now kneeling on the floor next to the bed, looking terrified but staying quiet. I looked over and Carlos had just wiped down the flogger and was putting it in it's storage container. He turned and started walking back towards us. "Same time next week" Carlos said. It wasn't a question, it was an order and just like this meeting, one that we shouldn't miss if we knew what was good for us. Collegeboy and I followed Carlos up the stairs, leaving Juan behind. We dressed next to the front door and just as I was about to open it, Carlos said "Your boyfriend might be allowed to fuck next week if he behaves. I wouldn't want to break that soft skin of his with a whip." Tim's eyes got big and he said quietly "I understand, sir."

Horny yesterday, and needed some new poppers. Decided to stop by a video store I haven’t been too hoping for some action. Unfortunately they were only a retail shop with a large assortment of DVDs. The owner was chatting with a (on the job and professional) contractor about the place, and there was one other gent cruising the shelves of videos. He was about 5’10, stocky, bald, and had the most beautiful black skin. I nodded and said hello, approached the counter for my poppers and paid. As I was leaving I made eye contact with him, and nodded again. He followed me out to the parking, and I went behind an abandoned auto garage, with plenty of cover, so he followed. No talk, no foreplay, just me on my knees. He unzipped, and pulled out a nice thick cock for me to wrap my lips around. There is not much better that taking a deep hit of new poppers, and swallowing a stranger’s hard cock. As I was slobbering all over this god’s tool and playing with his low hanging balls, I undid my pants, dropped them to my ankles, and stood up a little so I was bending over while he was fucking my face and now had access to my tight hole. I was working his cock over nice and wet, while drooling on my hand to lube my hole. He felt it, and obviously wanted it. I took another hit of poppers, braced my arms against the building, and felt his cockhead line up against my hole. He moaned as he entered my, and I muffled a slutty grunt as his cock spread me right open. He asked for the poppers, took a big hit, fed them to me, and then started to piston fuck me like he was mad at me. A few minutes later, he grunted “I’m cumming!”, and I said “Breed me sit!”, so he did. Pulsing a nice couple shots of seed into my hungry hole. I quickly turned around and back on my knees, swallowed his cock so I could clean all his cum off. He pulled his pants back up, and hurried around the building to leave. I just squatted and let his seed drip out of my hole onto my hand, and lapped it all up. Then used the remainder to stroke my cock until I shot. A productive meeting!

We've all been there at some point I think....that situation where we thought a hot time was to be had, only to end up disappointed and ultimately way more horned up than before what was supposed to happen! That's how this all started. Had been chatting on/off with this guy for some time and finally made plans to play. I had cleaned up/out and put a jock on. In shape, good lookin, green eyes, short dark hair, 38, 5'8", little body hair, smooth defined upper, shaved butt and nutts, 7" thick cut dick and hot ass. Took a viagara, and put on black work boots and a cocking. Got some clothes, lube, etc packed a bag and drove to his place. He told me to park in the open garage, which closed once I was parked. He met me at the door wearing nothing but black work boots and a metal cock ring. He looked very hot. My dick began to grow and my hole twitched a bit. He smiled as he held the door open for me to enter. As soon as we were inside, he grabbed two glasses he called his Great cocktail. Handing me one, he said to drink up. Finished, he told me to strip and put my clothes on a chair. He stood watching making "hmm hmm" and "nice" comments. When I got to my jock he told me to leave that on. He pointed the way and as we walked he slapped my ass a few times. As we entered his bedroom he told me to lay on my back on his four poster bed. He pulled my legs up and over my head, tying each ankle to one of the posts. He then tied each arm to the same post. I was totally exposed. He slapped my hole a couple times then took out lube shooter he had made a booty bump with and a syringe he had prepared. Not a word as he first emptied the booty bump deep inside my hole. it burned for a bit. Then he put a strap around my right arm, and in seconds took it off. "A .5 booty and .35 slam should start things nicely". I coughed hard. ringing in my ears. The Rush was wild. He said he wanted me to simmer a while to give all those chems a little bit to work. He then left the room, turning on a huge projected screen that was split screen - half of a hot porn scene of a guy being gangbanged by a group of super hot masc guys and the other half of his bed with me all tied. My hole was so warm and twitching to be filled. My dick was rock hard and throbbing, leaking jizz into my jock. I began gyrating without thinking about it. The porn scene was so hot. I began saying, "yeah, fuck that hole. Fuck my hole". The slam, the booty bump, the g all were kicking in. I was so horned. I needed dick. I wanted all the studs in the porn to be raping my ass. I couldnt take it and called out. No one answered. I called out again. No answer. I began to freak out a little and got nervous. I couldnt hear anything except the porn on the tv. I shouted out. Nothing. This went on for almost an hour. I started to really panic and was able to free my wrists, then legs. I went looking for the guy, searching each room..the house was much bigger than I thought. finally, found him - passed out on the bathroom floor. I shook him and he woke - started crying about his cat who had died a year ago. He was hysterical. My high quickly was numbed. I ensured he was going to be ok, got my things, put on my boots and went out to the garage, hit the door opener, jumped into my car and headed out. I was so buzzed and horned I didn't realize I was driving wearing only my jock and boots. As I drove, my mind, body, dick and hole were crazed for sex - hot hard fucking. I touched my hole and stroked my dick. Played with my nips. It was too late for clubs. Baths were dead on Tuesdays. I had stopped for a red light thinking about the gangbang porn earlier and kept playing with my nips. I laid back in my seat a little further, raised my left leg up resting my foot on the dash next to the steering wheel and began touching my hole. I closed my eyes moaning at the feeling. Then I was brought back to reality when a loud air horn sound was heard. I froze, looked around, and then saw the truck next to me. Not just any truck. A jacked up high, 4 door, 4 rear tired, custom butch truck. The music pumping heard through the opened windows. The driver was a hot lookin black guy, shirtless, with a smile from ear to ear. He nodded, then licked his lips, then smiled again. I smiled back. He then turned his head facing inside his truck for a second, then turned back towards me while another hot lookin black guy appeared in the window. He looked at me, smiled, and then mouthed, "wanna fuck? U party?" I nodded my head yes. The driver then said to follow him. The light turned green and they went ahead. I followed. We drove for at least 20 minutes to an area unknown to me. A warehouse type area. They parked and the driver stepped out of the truck, pointing me where to park. He was about 6'4", hot build, chaps n boots. I then realized as I began to step out of my car I was only wearing my jock and boots. The driver then said, "hey guy. Curtis here. Looks like we should get inside before someone gets a view of that hot ass!" A whistle sound was heard as the passenger of the truck got out and headed to the front door. He was about 6', tight body, also in chaps. "Nate here". The three of us walked towards the door when I heard another voice, 'Hmmmm, yeah. Gonna have a good time for sure!" coming from another black stud, as he got out of the rear drivers side of the truck. about 5'10", hot build, in chaps and harness. "Cody's the name you're gonna be screamin!" Followed by, "fuckin eh! look at that ass!", now a 4th black guy getting out of the rear passenger side of the truck. He was about 6' tall, musc, in chaps and harness. "James here". Curtis and Nate ahead of me and Cody and James behind me. I began to feel panicked. I had never been with a black guy, let alone four. I slowed my walk and considered my exit options. Just when I got ready to bolt, Cody and James came up on either side and grabbed my arms. they both began licking and touching my nips, each deep kissing me, grunting, rubbing my body. "Now you weren't thinking about jettin were you", Cody said with an evil grin and I was escorted into the building.

I sat there in my chair, one of many arranged in a circle in some badly lit room at the community support center. 19 years old, 5’6”, dirty blond shaggy hair and 120 pounds of barely even muscled twink. The counselor thanks the last guy for sharing his traumatic experience and motions for me to stand and introduce myself. I stand and clear my throat. “Err hi? My names Tom, I’m 19 and I guess I’m here to talk about what happened to me last month…” One month earlier I’d had sex with guys before but I was always the top, until I let my best friend fuck me earlier this year. It changed everything. If I had known that bottoming was so great I would have done in years ago and if my friends 4 inch dick could feel that good I wanted something bigger and better. I bought myself a plastic vibrator and a bottle of amyl, it got deeper much deeper than my friend but somehow just wasn’t the same. After reading a lot of sex stories online I decided what I needed was to go to a bathhouse, the hottest stories were over guys roughly taking dick after dick, I jerked it multiple times over the bareback stories but I wasn’t going to risk anything like that. I wasn’t out as gay yet so I needed a place I wouldn’t get caught out, after checking squirt for a good place to go, I found a sauna that looked fairly discreet and one or two guys mentioned stealth in the comments. Seemed like the best place to go unnoticed. 3 hours later after a deep clean, I nervously walked up to the 4 story matte black building, pushed open the large red door and made my way upstairs. The man behind the glass window looked me up and down before asking for ID, after giving me another look he passed it back. ‘Room or locker? Lockers $15 and rooms $40, first time?’ ‘Uhh yeah, do I need a room?’ The guy smirked, ‘no you don’t NEED a room but it makes things easier’. I just shrugged and pulled out $40. ‘I’ll take a room then’ The guy gave me a key and towel and buzzed me through. ‘Find your locker and strip off, towels only past the locker room and your rooms on level 3 kid’, he called as the door closed behind me. The room smelt like the locker room at high school except for the addition of the amyl smell I’d come to know so well. I made my way through the dimly lit locker room and after copping a few odd glances and slap on the ass, I found my locker and started to strip off. Even the years or PE at high school never got me over the embarrassment of undressing in front of so many other guys. I definitely never got so many blatant stares as I stripped off my briefs and quickly wrapped myself in my towel. Clutching my towel around my waist in one hand and the bottle of amyl in the other, I followed a guy through the only other door in the locker room and into room with what looked like two hot tubs and a raised glass walled platform between them lined with showers so you could see the guys showering from the outside, beyond that both a wooden door marked SAUNA and a frosted door marked STEAM. I must have stopped walking as I noticed one guy with his hands on the shower glass as another fucked him from behind as a guy tapped me on the shoulder and asked in my ear, ‘First time kid?’ I made a girlish noise as I was shocked out of my staring, earning a few laughs from other guys in the room as I turned and looked at the guy. He was 6’1”, black and muscled with tattoos up his firm arms, chest and stomach, a guy straight from one of my favorite stories and very close. I don’t know how my face felt so hot when so much blood was rushing elsewhere. ‘Y…yeah, first time’. Holding up the key around my wrist like an idiot. The black god before me chuckled at my awkwardness and pushed my hand down after giving the key tag a glance, ‘Well how about I show you around and help you find your room? You look a bit nervous’. Putting his hand on the back on my shoulder and turning me towards the stairs, we were half way to across the tiled floor before it occurred to me to reply, my mind occupied with keeping the folds of my towel over the erection inside. ‘Thanks, that would help, um.. my names Tom’. ‘Nobody uses real names here kid, if you make the right impression someone might give you a name but otherwise we don’t care’ he said sternly as he half pushed me up the stairs. ‘Wet area back down there, dark rooms and glory holes on this level. You should check them out before we find your room, perfect for first timers.’ I nodded dumbly as he led me through the dim hall ways, my wide eyes drawn to the other guys walking past in towels, some over their shoulders, some with not a towel in sight. Coming up to a line of doors we stopped and he turned me to face him. ‘Ever sucked a cock kid?’. ‘Yeah a few’, nervousness twisting my stomach at the chance to suck the dick of such a hot guy. ‘Good, start in here’ He said opening a one of the doors to reveal a small dark booth with dim red bulb providing enough light to reveal a foot long slit cut in the wall about head height. ‘You need to calm down kid, lock yourself in here and suck some dick, you wanna stop being so nervous right? This will help, but you gotta give me your key and towel so I can take them up to your room’. It sounded reasonable so I stepped inside, unwrapping myself and handing over my key, towel and amyl. He refused the amyl saying, ‘No you wanna keep that, take long deep sniffs. Come on take one now, no not like a pussy, longer kid, until you can’t take in any more’. I did as I was told, my head and chest feeling hot and my head a little dizzy. ‘yeah that’s right, keep that shit up when you can and make sure you suck whatever comes through that hole, you’ll love it trust me. Lock the door and I’ll knock when I get back’. And the was gone, the door closing and leaving me in the dark space. With shaking fingers I latched the door and turned to see the door close in the other room and a barely lit crotch press up against the hole, I stepped up to the hole, swallowing the lump in my throat and gently took the hard shaft jutting from the wall. Berating myself for being such a pussy and reminding myself that this is the stuff I came for, like in the stories. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the guys cock. I started sucking and bobbing my head, hearing the guys on the other side moan and grunt his needs. ‘Yeah man’, ‘That’s good’ and ‘Watch the teeth’ before his cock throbbed and with a loud ‘Fuck yeah’ came in my mouth, 5 spurts and a gulp later, the cock pulled away and the guy left. Less than a minute later another man stepped into the booth, latched the door and stepped up to the slit. This guy was short but his cock was much longer. Taking hold of his shaft with both hand I began to stroke the biggest cock I’d even seen, marveling at the fact it was long enough to fill both my palms. ‘Stop fucking playing and suck it man’ He growled from the other side. Startled but turned on my the aggressive attitude I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking. ‘Come on take it deeper’. I tried to take more of his dick, but kept gagging every time he hit the back of my throat. I pulled away coughing, uncapping the amyl I took another deep sniff, the guys kneeling to look through the hole. ‘Shit man your young, yeah take another hit, that’s right. Come here and let’s see if you can take more’. By now my head was spinning as I recapped the bottle and stepped forward, the man on the other side reached through the slit and guided my head back to his dick, clutching a handful of hair on the back of my head and ramming it down my throat. I dropped the bottle and slammed my hands up against the divider, my forehead slamming up against the sides on the wooden slit as I gagged around the cock trying to force it’s way even deeper. My eyes watered as I tried to push back, the attempt just making the pain of pulled hair worse as he just gripped tighter. With a final shove, my chin pressed against his balls, my throat spasming around the guys member as I struggled to both breath and push away. ‘Fuck yeah, that’s more like it. Come on start sucking and breath through your fucking nose’. Using my hair for leverage he pulled my head back enough for me to suck in some air through my nose before forcing me back down to start gagging again, then repeated the action and setting up a rhythm. Hands pressed against the smooth black painted wood I struggled and gagged against the treatment, breathing when I could and tears running down my cheeks. The hair in his grip hurting with every pull but hurting less if I didn’t struggle against it, a constant string of verbal abuse getting more and more forceful as he worked himself closer to climax with my throat. ‘Yeah suck it faggot’, ‘Take my fucking dick’, ‘ Fucking gonna rape that throat’, ‘Gonna nut, take it cunt’. With 3 final sharp thrusts, not allowing me another breath he held my head down against the partition as his cock hardened further and throbbed, spewing his load down my throat. Desperate for air I started pounding on the wall, yet still he held me there, hard cock lodged down my throat until with a last throb he roughly pulled himself free and released my hair. I fell back and rolled over as a coughed and spluttered, his load running out my nose as I continued to cough and struggle to drawn in more air. Just then I heard a knock on the door and my guide called out, ‘Sounds like your done in there, come on out kid. I wanna show you the dark room’. To be continued..

Part 6: I concentrated on staying awake. I was petrified that I would pass out and drown in my own piss. I could hear the crowd growing in the room next door but my world was consumed by the recycling of stronger and stronger piss as the diuretic worked its magic. My mouth was dry and parched and the piss did little to relieve the discomfort. I felt someone at my wrist and a prick as someone cannulated me. I felt the unmistakable relief of fluids being administered via a drip and the dryness in my mouth disappeared in seconds. I was covered in a fresh layer of sweat as my body got more rehydrated. I felt the piss gag being removed and my face was soaked in a fresh coating of piss as the tube from my dick was pointed at my face. I then felt a butt plug being pushed into my arse and some muffled laughter as the tube was fitted to the butt plug. I soon felt the unmistakable warmth as piss flooded my arse and the warm rush as my tina-laced piss was absorbed back into my system. Damn! These guys were my kind of filthy and depraved. I had been lying there for about two hours when I again felt my restraints being undone and my blindfold removed. My arse was super full of tina piss and I was helped to a standing position and guided to the bathroom to clean up. It was a relief to get rid of the accumulated sweat and piss. I was given a toothbrush, some mouth wash etc. I was careful not to disturb the cannula and I wondered if they would re-admin me with some more tina via the cannula as well - those sorts of medical scenes really get me going too. I was feeling refreshed and very well hydrated. The door to the bathroom opened and Ken walked through the door. He walked up to me and grabbed my head in his hands and kissed me roughly - totally dominating and owning me. His hands roamed up and down my torso and took my nipples in his hands and pulled and twisted them. I felt his hands wander down to my hard dick and slowly work the catheter out of my dick. Again, it was a unique sensation and I made the mistake of reaching for his wrist. He gave me a cold stare that chilled me, but he stopped what he was doing. He refitted the wrist and ankle restraints and fitted a collar to my neck. He attached the wrist restraints and a leash to the collar, pushed me against the bathroom wall, and resumed the extraction of the catheter. Once the catheter was removed, Ken lifted a wicked-looking penis plug to my line of sight. It was ribbed and very thick and had a ring on one end to secure it to the dick once it was inserted, and a ring to go around the balls and attach to the other. I looked at it in trepidation as Ken fed my balls through the larger ring and then expertly worked the plug down my urethra. I winced as it was pushed down my dick but I knew better than to try and stop what was happening. Once it had been inserted all the way down, he started to slowly jack my dick to hardness. It was fairly uncomfortable as it lengthened and forced more and more of the rod down my piss slit. Ken then led me out of the bathroom and back into the main room of the clubhouse. The room was packed and I could smell the sweat and the beer hanging in the air. I felt my torso being forced over and my wrists and ankles were attached to what looked like a saw-horse. It left my body very exposed and I wondered what was going to happen next. A popper soaked rag was tied around my mouth again. If I breathed through my nose, I could get fresh air, if I breathed through my mouth, I got poppered up. I saw Ken in my periphery insert a loaded rig into the cannula and depress the plunger. Simultaneously, a hand pinched my nose shut forcing me to breathe through my mouth and, as the poppers had their effect and the rush from the slam built, I felt another dick plunge into my exposed arse… Round two had begun.

I don't care at all. that's what dirty trashy whores like me are for. servicing men. sucking cocks, getting fucked and most importantly taking loads from literally any man that wants to use me in whatever dirty nasty fucked up ways they want, where they want , when they want. use me for a fucktoy, or a toilet, spit in my whore face, shove huge objects up my ass, pass me around, whore me out, dress me up, fuck me in the dirt, use my mouth for an ashtray, make me lick cum off the ground, strangle me, treat me like worthless disposable trash or a princess, get me fucked up to fuck me up, get homeless men to fuck me, watch your best friend breed me, fist me, whatever. I'm a faggotwhore and a tranny whore, thats what I'm for. anything but scat.

Sorry, a man who won’t breed you doesn’t deserve to own you.

Makes for a good enema.

love when a guy holds my head while my mouth is fully stuffed with hard cock. It just reaffirms that feeling of not being in control which is a real turn on. It's hard to describe that moment, when he's jerking off his cock, and your lips are wrapped around his head, or his cock is right in front of your face, and he's holding you in place by the back of your neck. It's so exciting because it's a little scary, like, there's nowhere for you to go. He's holding your neck so you can't escape. He wants you to do something, and you're going to have to do it. That big load of hot sperm is gonna shoot, and you're gonna have to eat it all. He's gonna make you eat all of his semen, and he's gonna feel so good ejaculating all of it into your mouth with nowhere for you to go. Can't explain how much of a head rush it is to feel so submissive like that. It's like heaven when he finally shoots his load.

came home yesterday after jogging, sweaty and in tight trousers. in the flat next door, a Polish guy was redecorating, in his 40s, hairy, sweaty and obviously horny. he was smiling invitingly at me when I got to my doow. I smiled back and got inside. whe I came out of the shower, he was on my balcony (easy climb over a small partition) with his trousers down stroking a thick cock. I dropped my towel and got on all 4 in my bed. soon after I could feel his fingers on my nipples (a big turn-on) and his cock trying to penetrate me. I reached down and got the lube from under the bed. soon he managed to get the head in, and started pushing. I almost fainted from the pain, he was big, thick and long. after a while, I could start moving my hips, he didnt like that and started slapping my ass and telling me to stop. then he turned me around and fucked me while he told me what a little whore I was. I though he was cuming inside me, but then he stopped, He held me tight and stood up, still with his ciock inside me, he pushed me aginst the wall with my legs on his shoulders. the he fucked me deeper than anyone else has. and soon after he came. when he put me down, I collapsed. he put his trousers back on and left. cum still dripping from mu asscunt, it feels so open!

Oh here, where do I start? Haemorrhoids are definitely a problem. I’m not sure if I’m just prone to them anyway or if sex exacerbates them. There’s plenty can be done about them medically but I tend to just keep them controlled with a medical ointment called Scheriproct (it’s a local anaesthetic mixed with a steroid) every once in a while. Honestly they’re only noticeable if I’m pushing my ass muscles out, which is the opposite to relaxing it to take a cock, so apart from one time I was getting fisted and one burst, no top has ever seemed to notice. Haemorrhoids are just veins that are actually meant to be there, the problem is when they swell up and become painful and noticeable or bleed. I got a fissure twice. They are horribly painful. Both times I had gonorrhoea and a shot cleared it up. Regular STI checks for those. Rectal chlamydia a number of times, but that never caused symptoms. Syphilis which I can only assumed I acquired rectally since I know the guy who gave it to me and that was where his cock went. Again no symptoms. Again regular check ups needed. And I had a bit of a saga with anal warts and needed a cream called imiquimod for a while, but they settled down and went away. Most people get the HPV virus that causes them at some point, it’s just that a lot of people don’t get symptoms. Again the key is regular check ups. It sounds like I’m a walking petri dish of disease, this is all over a long period of time. I tested clear of everything a couple of weeks ago and was getting complimented on my nice ass as recently as the weekend. I think getting these things occasionally is just part of being a bareback bottom. The main thing is you treat them.

Hunter noticed that Chris always ended up on top of Tyler. This was how they would fuck he decided. He pulled off his shirt and reached back to the side table and said, "You boys want lube? I'll just set it here if you do." He put the bottle on the bed near them. Chris and Tyler looked over to him and at the bottle and Hunter knew what was going through their minds. "Youve never used lube have you?" The boys shook their heads. "We just cum from rubbing against each other" Tyler said. "We dont need it." "Youve never jerked each other off or anything? You could also use it if you take things further. You know, maybe if you decide to fuck." He left it there. But he did notice that Tyler seemed to be lingering on Hunter's chest. It was hairier than the boys. Maybe Tyler liked older hairy guys. He would test that later. "You boys make a lot of precum anyway so maybe you could use that as lube." The hits were working on Chris and he saw that Hunter was creating an opening for him to push Tyler to do more. He grabbed the bottle of lube and raised himself to his knees. Tyler raised himself onto his elbows looking at Chris. Chris flipped open the top and poured a little of the lube onto his hand. He put it up to his nose and smelled it. Nothing. He looked into Tyler's eyes and grabbed Tyler's cock. He began to stroke Tyler's cock covering it with the lube. Tyler sank down and moaned. Stroking his cock never felt so good. Hunter saw an opportunity and grabbed the pipe and torch. Tyler opened his eyes when he heard the click and again raised himself up. Hunter knew he had him. He put the lit pipe up to Tyler's mouth. "Let's see how big a hit you can take." He turned to Chris. "Try that lube on your cock." He winked. They both knew this could happen. He pulled the pipe away and told Tyler to hold the hit longer. Hunter and Chris could see something changing in Tyler's eyes. After he exhaled, Tyler took another big hit. Chris poured lube directly on his cock and started stroking. It felt amazing. "How are you feeling Ty?" Chris asked knowing that something had changed. Tyler was still holding his second hit and nodded. But when he blew the cloud out, he moaned. "This feels really good." Tyler looked down at Chris' cock glistening with lube and rock hard. He wanted that cock more than usual. He couldnt expain it. Chris took two hits and he could feel that he was hornier than he had ever been before. He wanted to fuck. Without Hunters prompting, Chris leaned down to Tyler and shotgunned his second hit. Hunter stepped back as they made out with more passion than before. Hunter noticed that Tyler's legs were wrapped around Chris' waist. He moved to the foot of the bed and saw that Tylers hole was exposed. Chris' balls hung down but Hunter could still see that tight smooth virgin hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some on his fingers. He crawled up onto the bed behind Chris. He crouched down and with his middle finger he teased the outside of Tylers hole and pressed his hole without pushing into him. He felt the heat of the boys hole and the moan from Tyler even muffled by Chris' mouth was loud. Chris had no idea what was happening but he liked that Tyler seemed to be loosening up. He moaned in response into Tylers mouth. Hunter tried to push things further. He lubed up his middle finger again and rubbed Tylers hole beginning to use a little more force until he began to feel the boys hole open for the finger. He felt the tightness of the hole wrap around the tip of his finger. Tyler moaned and unwrapped his legs from Chris and spread them out all while still locked in a kiss. Hunter knew what this meant. He pushed slowly in further without stopping knowing how much Tyler wanted this. And more. He found Tylers spot and began to rub inside him. "What? Oh my...that...what?" Chris pulled up and looked behind him. Hunter slowly pulled his finger out so Chris wouldnt sit on his arm. "I think its time Tyler." Hunter smiled. He always loved this moment watching a boy lose his virginity to another virgin. All with his guidance. Tyler nodded. Hunter grabbed the pipe and torch and gave them to Chris. "I want you guys to do this yourselves this time. Big hits. You can do it. In the meantime, you mind if I get naked?" This was the next step in crossing the lines that they had already established. Hunter told them he wouldnt join in the play but that was just to get them into his bed. Both Chris and Tyler nodded. It didnt matter if they were nodding about the hits or Hunter getting naked or both. They were all going to enjoy this. The boys took their hits with Chris lighting the pipe each time. It was almost sweet how Chris took care of Tyler like that. Little did they know. Hunter could see that the increased high was making them hornier and hornier. They were looking at each other during and after the hits like they had forgotten that Hunter was even there. Chris set the pipe and torch on the bedside table and looked over at Hunter who was naked and fully hard. "Woah Hunter. Youre huge." "You boys like it?" Tyler turned after hearing Chris' observation and his mouth was agape. "I'll take your silence as a yes." "Hey" said Tyler. "Whats with the biohazard tattoo? You a chemist or something?" They all chuckled. They were talking about the tattoo just above Hunter's 9 inch cut and dripping cock. "A chemist? Something like that."

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A notepad and pen splash down in the mud next to me (I say mud that’s cos I try not to think about what it really is!) His voice called down from above “Write down how you ended up here and, if you dare, what you think will happen next” The trap door shut with a slam as it dropped in to place, leaving just a few shafts of light drifting down in to the pit. I groped in the ‘mud’ for the pen, finding it I wiped it on my leg. Picking up the notebook it was a lined junior school style one with a plastic cover. That had kept most of the pages dry. Over my time here, I had learnt not to hang around, not to speak unless told to and most of all to do what I am told! Resting the notebook on my knee I opened the first page and thought about how to start... Where am I now? I am somewhere on the west coast of the USA, I don’t know more exactly than that. The man who thrown the notepad down brought me here to this cabin in the woods. In the time I spent above ground I have not heard another person, a car or any other sign of human life. I did not get to spend much time above ground as my first job was to dig this pit. I sit at the bottom of a earthen pit about 15 foot deep and 7 foot square, I dug a few ‘shelves’ in to the earth walls that hold the few items I have been given. Over the top of the pit is an old fashioned out –house with the open shitter lined up to the center of the pit. The wooden floor has a trap door in it and the floor boards have gaps that let in some light. Digging the pit was hard work but the nights in his dog’s kennels made me want to finish the pit as soon as possible to escape their teeth, claws and, worst of all, their big dicks…. Who was I? I was in my mid 40’s when I started on the path that would lead me here. 6”2’ 220lbs at the time although I would guess I am nearer 90lbs now. I used to have a flattop or high and tight as I have heard it called. Very much a bear with a big red beard, and very much a sub. There are very few things more frustrating than being a big guy who’s a sub. Tops want little guys they can throw around! It was that frustration that caused me to post more and more extreme profiles online being very clear about what I wanted. I needed to be used like a bitch, no limits, no options and no way out. Well that’s what I thought but you know the saying be careful what you wish for! How I ended up here, this is going to take some explaining! My profiles got me plenty of interest but the 1st law of the Internet applies! The hornier the guy is, the further away he will be! I was based in the Midlands of England and the tops were in the USA or Australia! Still it meant they were safe to express the wildest and darkest desires. I got chatting to this hot bear on the West Coast of the USA 6”4’ over 240lbs lovely salt and pepper beard cut close and eyes that burned out of the screen. We seemed to be egging each other on looking for a way to shock the other. Nothing was off limits in the chat but what the hell it’s just talk. It’s not like he is going to come to England and kidnap me! I was safe or so I thought. As such chats on sites like Growlr sometimes go it would be a while between chatting but we took up where we left off. After about a year of this chat and others with very little actual meets I was a very frustrated pig. Don’t get me wrong I was getting action just not as hard as I wanted or needed. I was getting fisted at least twice a month and taking as many raw loads as a pig can get. I had a dull job with a large company, when they needed someone to go to the office in the states for 2 months. No one else wanted to go! Let’s face it the destination of Philadelphia did not help and they all played the wife and kids cards, that left Mr Single! The idea of being stuck away from what sex I can get and dumped in a strange city was not something that filled me with joy. Work were pushy making it clear that it was not really an option not to go if I wanted to have a future in the company. So off I want, doing the usual updates on the cruising sites announcing travel plans hoping to get some action. 2nd Law of the Internet, Guys you chat to online vanish when you hit their city! The first 6 weeks passed without much exciting happening a couple of encounters in the local ‘bath house’ but it was even tamer than England! One night cruising Growlr I saw my West Coast Bear. We picked up where we left off, he asked how I was enjoying Philadelphia, and I said that work was nearly as dull as the bathhouse! He replied saying I am lucky I was not on the West Coast or you would not make it back to England. He always knew what button to press. I was rock hard at the thought but I still thought it was safe, after all he was nearly 3000 miles away! We chatted about the serviced apartment work had put me in, nice place but in 6 weeks I had hardly seen anyone except by the pool at the weekend. With the company invoicing my company directly I did not have to worry how much it was costing them. He also asked me about my flight back in two weeks, British Airways Business Class the flight over had been heaven! Making up for the hellish trip from Birmingham to London. With only one flight a day, back to Heathrow it would mean a night there before the train back up to Birmingham. “Sounds like a long trip “ he said “bet you wish you did not have to go back”. “Yes” I said and I meant it! The chat drifted off after that and the next two week plodded on with not much to happening and not seeing my Hot West Coast Bear online again no really kinky chats. WEDNESDAY and my final day in the USA! The goodbye drinks with the boring straights had been Monday Night, Tuesday was my packing day with the flight at midday on Wednesday. If I am being honest I was done with the states and ready to get home! All packed, with my bags by the door I started using up the Jack Daniels. Ending up dozing off mid afternoon waking up in a dark apartment! Turning on the lights I phoned for a pizza and got the cash out by the door ready. Not long later there was a knock at the door, I opened it not really looking as I reached for cash to pay for the pizza. The door was pushed in and a large man burst in to the room. Before I could take in any details he punched me in the stomach as I fell forward meeting his fist on its way up into my face, I landed on the floor. His boots took over, kicking me in the ribs and one landing a blow on my temple. That must have knocked me out as I came too tied up naked on a dinning chair. “Thanks for ordering dinner Bitch, I worked up quite an appetite beating you!” The man speaking was my hot bear from the west coast! I opened my mouth to speak “Don’t talk bitch! You have nothing to say after a year of teasing online, one word of complaint or bitching and it will be your last!” I shut my mouth, and I looked round the room and there was little sign of a struggle although I could not see the entrance to the apartment from where I was tied up. My body hurt, my head hurt my face felt swollen. He poured himself a drink from my JD bottle but he was drinking from a plastic cup, I noticed he was still wearing gloves. He saw me looking at his plastic cup and his gloves, “I know what I am doing Bitch! Even if anyone checks this apartment they will not find my DNA, the pizza guy just saw a white guy with a beard in normal clothes that paid him in cash. He isn’t going to remember me” “I am going to take your bags to the car and once I have loaded it up and packed up the last of your shit, we are going to have a little fun before you vanish from the world. I had a looked around the building this afternoon, and you’re right it’s almost empty. There are not even any security cameras on the main doors! “ I broke “this is crazy” I said “just leave me I will not say anything ...” before I could finish he had got up and moved round towards me “I don’t care if you are having second thoughts or if all you said was a jerk off fantasy” he yelled in my face” this is your life now! If you want out there is just one way and it’s in a box feet first! You're mine now till I am done with you!” He pulled a gun out of his jacket pocket. Now I am English our police don’t even carry guns! This freaked me out more than anything else I am ashamed to say I pissed myself, right there, in the living room tied to a chair. He just laughed in my face, “You pussy! And I thought you would be hard to break, just seeing a gun and you piss yourself!” He went back to his chair and ate the pizza, I was a wreck, I could not stop crying I realised if he got me out of the apartment and in to his car that was it there was no way I would be seen again. I tried to think about what he had told me about himself, he had mentioned time in the army and he currently did something in the medical field, selling supplies or training I forget which. He had talked about amputating fingers and toes, pulling out teeth and performing body modifications without any pain killers. It was dawning on me that he was beyond my darkest desires and there was only one way it has going to end. He lit a cigar and put his feet on the table clearly enjoying my tear filled expression as he could see I was realising my position. After a while he got up and walked towards me, “open your mouth” I did not have the will to resist and did what he said. Pulling something from his other pocket he forced a wadded cloth in to my mouth forcing my jaw wide open it tied around my head with some rough cord. Stepping back he smirked at me. Even now I had to admit he was stunning, “That’s a good start Bitch! We will soon make more room in that mouth” He moved back to his chair and picked up his cigar, knocking the ash in to the box he take a big pull on the cigar making the head glow. He stood in front of me, our eyes locked. “Admit this is what you want, what you need” I looked in to his eyes and realised that I did and those lovely eyes could see in to my soul! I nodded slowly keeping my eyes locked on to his. He smiled taking another pull on the cigar he then took it out of his mouth, leaned forward and placed his lips over my swollen nose and blow a lung full of cigar smoke in to me. It was acrid and it burnt but to me it was like the breath of life. I could feel the precum dribbling out of my rock hard cock, I needed this! He stepped back admiring my reaction to him. Then in one swift move he pressed the glowing head of his cigar against my chest over my heart. I screamed in to the gag, he put the cigar in his mouth and built up the glow again. Watching me as I struggled against the bonds to no avail. When I got myself under control, I looked straight in to his eyes. “I think you nearly came then Bitch! You realise that I will not stop just because you cum!” before I could even nod the cigar was back on my chest, this time he held it there. The pain was more than I can describe i reacted the only way I could I shot a massive wad of cum. He leaned back “Impressive! “He said. When I stopped shacking I looked in to those eyes again, only to see the glow of the cigar burning bright. I tried to brace myself for what was coming but there was no protection. This time he crushed it in to my chest. My back arched against the chair, there was a crack as the back of the chair gave way. I fell backward in a mass of rope my legs still tied to the chair. He stood over me laughing. It took a while for me to recover when I did, he was there kneeling behind me as he pulled me in to a sitting position. I could feel his strong chest against my back, pressing all my buttons that make me feel protected, crazy I know but that’s my mind. His arm came round my neck before I could enjoy the closeness a pad was placed over my mouth and nose, pressed down there was nothing I could do but breathe in. Blackness closed around me. I came to sitting in the armchair, I was not tied up but there was something tapped to my chest with gaffer tape it looked about the size of a cigarette packet, “What the fuck!” I said reaching up”What say about talking bitch! Taped to your chest is sufficient C4 plastic explosive to make you splatter over the wall and take out half the room. It’s triggered by a wireless signal that has a half mile radius if it goes outside of that distance a default setting will trigger it, trying to remove it without deactivating it first will set it off to” I froze “I would not jump up and down either Bitch” he laughed at the fear he saw in me. “Nod, if you understand!” I nodded slowly. “Your stuff is in my truck. I am going to leave now, when the clock shows 2 am you will leave the apartment and walk out the main entrance turn right and walk to the end of the block I will be waiting, be on time or be a news story !” The clock showed 1:30 as he turned and walked out. I got up slowly and got dressed in what he had left out for me just a pair of trainers, jeans, a t-shirt, a jacket and a cap. I thought about what I could do... I could call the police but if he did not blow me up I could imagine what an American Cops reaction to a guy with a long beard saying he had a bomb strapped to his chest! I could leave a note but I did not know where he was taking me in my panic I could not even remember his user name or city from Growlr. The clock showed 1:57! I walked out of the apartment on the stroke of 2:00 and out of the world! No one was in the hall ways and as I passed the entrance there was no sign of any staff, I opened the main door and stepped in to the night, turning right and trying to walk steadily down the block. Trying not to think about the bomb taped on my chest. I could see a truck parked at the Starbucks on the corner. He was sitting in the driver seat I could see he was holding something, I wondered if he would just press the button for the thrill of seeing me splatter over the street. I walked round the front of the truck and climbed in to the passenger side. The doors clicked as I close it, it was the central locking. “Seat belt!” he said and drove off in to the empty streets. I was still freaking about the bomb on my chest but he showed no sign of worry. After a few miles he pulled in to a large Wal-Mart car park. Stopping he told me to strip off my tops, I did this eagerly, happy to be getting this thing off my chest, “face me!” he open a large flick knife and sliced down the sides of the gaffer taped box when both sides were sliced he grabbed the box and squeezed it pulling it away from my chest. I thought I would faint!! He was laughing again and he showed me the box, it was a cigarette packet.. An empty fag packet!!! I had been shitting myself over an empty packet! “Now take off the rest of your clothes and trainers and drop them behind the seat, then get down in the foot well” I followed his instructions the bomb might have been a fake but that knife was real. As I curled up in the foot well, “slide the seat back” he said, I followed his instructions and there was room for me. We set off again, now I could not see where I was going, I was hungry and thirsty and very tired. I think I had bruises coming up all over. I found myself looking up at this man who had abused me so hard, he was so handsome I could not believe what he had done. I touched the burns on my chest, yes, the pain told me they were real. He glanced down and smiled his hand rubbed my head, I could have purred it felt so good. He reached in to the box between the seats and handed me an energy drink. I thanked him, yes I thanked the man who would have killed me. What a mind fuck! I gulped the drink down . Within a few minutes I was feeling spaced, soon after I passed out again. I was woken by the truck bouncing down a rough road, it made me look up and he caught the movement, “just in time!” he said as he pulled over. He got out of the truck walking round he opened the passenger door. “Get out!” we were in the middle of nowhere! Just a dirt track that went straight in both directions as far as the eye could see. It was still dark but there was a hint in the sky that dawn was not far away. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me towards the back of the truck. Dropping the back of the truck, he pushed me so I was bent over the end. I stayed in place I felt a rope being secured across my back. My arms were stretched out and secured to the rope, I felt my legs being secured apart against the dropped back of the truck. I could hear him walking away only to come back a few moments later, “bitch there is no one for miles so no one will hear you. Which means I get to do what like I want and I want to hear you scream!” With that there was a whoosh as a heavy flogger flew through the air and smashed down on my back, without a pause the beating continued. None of this wimpy shit about counting each stroke, the goal was to cause pain. I could not tell one stroke from another and within moments I was a crying wreck begging and pleading but it did not stop. It just moved around my body, down my legs with the odd strike catching my balls causing me to levitate straining against the ropes. There was a pause, his hands touched my shoulders and I could feel them sliding down over the raised welts reaching my ass the roughly reached in and pulled my ass apart. I heard him spit and one hand moved from my ass. Soon the hand holding my ass open was joined by a different feeling, something hard was being pushed in to my ass, it did not feel big maybe a finger but it felt metal. I froze as I realised what it was his gun. I started shaking, whimpering and then the piss started flowing down my leg. “That’s it bitch your being gun fucked! One day it will be a shot gun and BANG!” with that he yanked the gun out I could feel it tearing my ass. I felt his cock pressing against my bloody hole as he pushed, there was a loud crack as he fired his gun. It was loaded! He had fucked my ass with loaded gun! He laid the gun on my back and grabbed my shoulders. The pounding my ass with a ferocity that made the flogging on my back looked like a gentle breeze. I was thrust against the truck and my chest was bashed in to the floor of the truck. This sort of pounding can’t last for long he let out a blood curling scream yelling “Take my poz cum Bitch!” He fell on top of me knocking the air out of me. He stayed on me panting like he had run a marathon which in a way he had! When he had got a breath he pulled out. After a few minutes the ropes were loosened” get up on the back of the truck!” He climbed up behind me pushing me towards the box that stretched across the truck by the cab bit looked like a giant tool box! He opened it and the sides were padded with a hose leading through to the cab ending this end in a hood. Handing me the hood, I noticed that the hood had a tube down centre of the air hose. “Put it on, with the tube in your mouth. When you need water you can suck it up, it feeds through to a container in the cab”. Now I knew I had no options, I could only cooperate, putting the tube in my mouth and the hood over my head. I could still see through the masks plastic front. “Hands out front palms together” I followed the instructions and he gaffer tapped my arms from my elbows to my fingertips. “Step in to the box” I did that trying not to trip over, the bottom was a rubber lined sponge mattress the sides were foam lined, the sort of foam you use for sound proofing. “Lay down!” I sat down and wiggled in to a laying position, not quite laying full length as my legs were bent at the knees. I could feel him reach down and tape my feet and calf’s with the gaffer tape. I looked up and noticed the sky was now brighter just as the lid of the box closed and there was a clicking noise as the top was looked in place. For a while nothing happened, I sucked on the tube and a cool flow of water filled my mouth. It was slow and I was able to swallow it easily it helped me relax. The truck started and I was bounce around in the box. Time began to have no meaning, I started to hear a buzzing sound and then his voice filled the hood. There must have been built in headphones I did not notice as I put the hood on. His voice seemed to come from one side then the other with some sort of trance music playing in the background. The words blurred together but phrases popped up from time to time that i could make out “suck up a drink bitch!” so I did, it felt right to obey the voice! The liquid that filled my mouth was different this time, still cold but it had a strange taste that i could not place. Soon the voice was telling me to relax, forget me past, obey, give pleasure to your owner, be the bitch you know you want to be..... I drifted off in to a dream state listening to the voice!!

Been getting more and more frustrated on dating and hookup sites the last couple years. I get language is fluid and constantly evolves, but I feel like there is no longer a common lexicon among gay/bi men and kinksters. Words that used to have specific meanings have now been misused so much that they have become almost useless when trying to find partners with compatible interests. When words are stripped of all meaning, how do you communicate? It is very frustrating to look for a bear and have profiles of obese, hairless guys that previously were chubs (not body shaming, just not what I’m after), or some skinny twink with a beard, be at the top of the search results. Ditto ‘Daddy’ now being used to refer to guys too young to buy booze in most of the US. Or how saying I “can be a bit sub” on a profile seems to be interpreted as “no limits pain pig and toilet fag”. ‘Dom/sub’ only seems to refer specifically to BDSM activities and not the dynamic. ‘Dom Top’, ‘Sir’, ‘Daddy’ ‘Alpha Male’, and ‘Master’ seem to be interchangeable now. Likewise for ‘Sub’, ‘Slave’, ‘Faggot’, and ‘Boy’. ‘Raunch’ now seems just another word for ‘scat’. I’m sure there are a lot of other examples but you get the idea. Anyone else noticing this? Or am I just in an area full of idiots?

I’m sure they don’t, and I suspect most of them don’t even realize how their word-stingy profiles make them appear indistinguishable from all the other word-stingy profiles. Coming full circle back to the OP’s original point, it may be that the words themselves may still have power to guide the right men together, it’s just that a significant number of people have simply stopped using them at all! If a profile says nothing but “Ask me” it suggests the owner doesn’t possess the emotional or sexual vocabulary to answer them if you did. For him, those words lose their meaning because they were never used.

That's right baby girl you're trash and your so used to degradation you expect it from every man's dick

I realize from reading all these posts that there are levels to this. And everyone has their own journey from Beginner to Intermediate to Advanced Bottoming. For me, the basic themes would be diet, how to clean out, playing with toys, importance of lube, how to relax, and setting boundaries. All too often bottoms get conditioned (mostly through porn) to think they must give up agency over their bodies once they allow themselves to be penetrated. Wrong. I am not going to put up with abuse or pain for someone else's gratification. Never have, never will. As beginning bottoms advance to the next levels, one can add in special topics like poppers, shower attachments, lube injectors, finding a lube they as bottoms enjoy, best sexual position for their pleasure, PrEP, gang bangs, anonymous hook-ups, and let's not forget sexual health especially if they aspire to be cum sluts. Gotta know where to go get those infections cleared up or have those warts removed. 😆

I agree with the posts above. I think there may be a couple of other factors at play here. First, a side note: I distinctly recall when Craigslist and some of the apps like Grindr were not letting people use terms like "bareback" or "cumdump" in their profiles without getting flagged and shut down. That led, in my opinion, to the emergence of "are you clean?" -- "DDF" (drug disease free) -- "anything goes" -- and blurring of the term "kink", etc. Now you can see PrEP on profiles everywhere, a blatant sales pitch for barebacking. In other words, people end up forcing themselves into boxes and they blur lines so as not to become invisible. Moreover, these profile owners do have friends/work colleagues on these platforms and this often drives their behavior. If you're into bears, I'd cruise on the sites/apps specifically targeting just bears (e.g. bearwww, GROWLr, etc). There are many out there. And once corona is a thing of the past, go to bear events/cruises/bars. I've been to a few and they're very impressive. They need our support. Deep friendships often form because true tribe members are often loyal and support these events. I know the younger generation lives on their phones and apps and that only adds to this confusion about labels and the need to fit in. I always say you can't fake the funk in person so put more emphasis on where people from your tribe congregate and less on what boxes they tick online. Also, consider putting a photo or two in your profile showing your "dream" guy. That way, maybe you get better results, or at least it discourages people who think they're in the tribe - but aren't - from approaching you.

A 32years old hung white bear visited today. He carried me to the bed and slided right in as I got on my knees. No foreplay, no sucking. After about 15 minutes, I felt like spicing things up and took him to the stairs. He penetrated real hard and came shortly. The stairs has become my favorite spot at work now, with the thrill of it being semi public.

Anybody in Brighton; want to unload and deeply inject their cum/ dna? Hotel room available.

^This makes a good point

my boyfriend was visiting me and went to the restroom to pee. I stripped down naked and followed behind. I slick this underwear down off his legs, pushed him against the wall and started rubbing my cock on his belly as I started to piss. this made us both instantly hard. he broke our kiss to push me to the floor and then he started pissing all over my face, chest and back. he turned me around and put my arms against the other wall, spit on his cock, and started fucking my ass raw with piss spilling down my back into my asshole. he came so fast. filing me up with piss and spit and cum. It was incredible.

I’m not surprised at all that you haven’t had much injury considering the nature of your use - it’s the equivalent of a high-performance athlete staying at the top of his form. Constant training prepares the body to endure the full range of potential events. Contrast this with a guy who hasn’t worked out in five years deciding to go hit the free weights. Something is going to get sprained, strained or torn unless he is very cautious. I don’t have your access to sexual use/training (if only) but in my own way I work to stay flexible in all the ways that ward off damage. Contrast this with my general gymnastic ability though - I can tear a rotator cuff just looking at hand weights online.

Honestly, keeping up with your health in general helps a lot even with rectal health. Stay neg if you can, and get on meds if you are poz. I say this because if you are looking to stay alive and want to fuck a long time, your immune system is extremely important. For example anal cancer is on the rise amoung gay men of both statuses, but is higher amoung poz guys. For general anal health there is no huge secret. A high fiber diet and or fiber supplement helps both preparing for sex and dealing with things like potential hemmroids. Get tested regularly for STI’s and potential fissures must mean a healing time and refraining from sex. Cortisone cream helps a lot of inflammation after sex, but also shouldn’t be used everyday. Herpes flare ups are usually apparent and means you shouldn’t get fucked because they can increase the risk of a fissure. Annual anal Pap smears are a good idea as well, precancerous cells can easily be treated but anal cancer itself could mean the end of bottoming and possibly your life. lastly knowing your limits on what you can take is also hugely important, as is just being able to relax during sex. If you can’t relax you drastically increase your risk of a fissure.

My only thought is:- Top is the Boss, what Top wants Top gets.

Don’t eat much that day, especially avoid stuff with fibre in it like beans or brown carbs (bread/rice/pasta). But keep well hydrated. Wear a nice jock, stick your face down and your ass up 😜

No I give a lot in group sex

I think that kinda depends on your demographic versus the city's but I was getting a lot of messages during my few hours in Newark, most of them from black tops. Quantity and logistic wise New York City should be the best in the US. Take the subway and get off at every other stop, then refresh your Grindr.

I guess you get used occasionally for a toilet Not as much as used up cumdumpster pump n dump

It's not intended to be comfortable for my victim, but I haven't gone to the extent of requiring that he snort it up into his skull. I mostly want to enjoy his reaction to having his nostrils gunked up with my seed. I further expect the sensation and smell to form a strong memory that reinforces my power over him, even if he just ends up snotting my load out on a tissue or rinsing it out in the sink. But if it doesn't have that effect and he's ungrateful for my degradation and abuse, then he's the wrong boy for me anyway.

If I'm just after pure fuck pleasure, I'll grab his head and jam into his throat as deeply as I can. It's tight and I l like making him choke while I seed. If I'm in a deliberate breeding mood, especially with a younger boy, I'll control his head by grabbing his hair and dump my seed mid-way into his closed mouth so that I can watch him really taste it and then make him swallow. If I want to punish him or otherwise assert ownership, I'll aim directly in his eyes or up his nose. A more general shot in the face is visually pleasing, but doesn't accomplish much otherwise.

Perhaps there is some good news and things have changed...I was there on Sunday afternoon with some friends. Being a geek, one of them wanted to do a little project to map all the unofficial paths using Strava, so we spend the afternoon walking all the paths and routes across the heath. As it was Sunday afternoon there were plenty of families and dog walkers about as well as a few guys obviously cruising. One thing we did notice was that the rubbish bins had been removed - but on the other hand there was very little noticeable detritus from Saturday's nocturnal activities. The whole day I didn't see one needle or condom. Lube packets - maybe a one or two in the more remote paths well away from the main areas. A few paper tissues here and there. But the area around the fuck tree was also surprisingly tidy and free of litter. Overall, given there were no bins it was surprising how clean and litter free it was up there. I don't know but at a guess I'd say there are people working to clean it up. It has also been very rainy recently so maybe it's just not been that busy. The number one litter item had to be discarded face masks - particularly on the main paths near entrances/exits. This was the same for Golders Green Park next door. But the ones we saw looked fairly fresh - perhaps from that day. If there is a crew doing cleanup then we owe them thanks as they seem to be doing so efficiently! Anyway we had a great afternoon up there - lots of walking - lunch at The Old Bull and Bush - and stopped at the Ace Cafe on the way home to ogle at the bikers over a mug of tea.

It depends on where you live. I bet I can find more than one big cock girl who will gladly fill you with her cum. Message me back with you with your gen area and I find what your after😉

It's up to you if you want to call a moderator a name, but that's the fastest way I know, on almost any website (adult or not, general interest or specialized), to get yourself banned permanently. Moderators are volunteers, on most sites, and at most they may get free "premium" access on sites that charge for higher levels of service. This site is free, so they aren't even getting that. They're hard to recruit and give of their free time to help improve the site, and site owners do not appreciate having their staff publicly denigrated. If you have a problem with the action taken by a particular moderator, by all means message the site owner and ask for an appeal. (I will say this - when a member is under a ban here, they can't message the site owner, and there's no easily visible way to reach him OTHER than by message here, so it's hard to appeal a lengthy ban on a timely basis. Perhaps some thought could be given to outlining an official appeals process that works OUTSIDE the regular member message system, so that a banned member can appeal and perhaps get his suspension shortened or lifted.) I've had disagreements with moderators before, including here, but it needs to be handled behind the scenes instead of publicly on the message boards. Even when I vehemently disagree with my treatment compared with other members, for instance, I see no reason to make that a public spectacle.

As soon as we got in his apartment, we were all over each other. Stripping his jacket off as our tongues furiously explored each other’s mouths, hands running over muscles, fumbling with buttons and zippers to reveal more and more to each other. He was every bit as gorgeous unclothed as he had been in the bar - strong, hair in all the right places, toned but not sculpted - the picture of masculinity. I kissed my way down overy his furry pecs and his flat but slightly soft belly and found my face in front of a magnificent bulge in his tight trunks. His scent was intoxicating, and I found myself simply nuzzling my nose up against his groin and breathing deeply. I looked up and saw him smiling down at me as I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding my mouth to his growing bulge. I tongued the outline of his cock as it snaked to the left, soaking his underwear with my spit before pulling on the waistband to reveal his thick meat. I nearly gasped at its beauty - it must have been 9 inches, and thick enough I was barely able to wrap my hand around it. I hadn’t seen a penis this big in more than 10 years - certainly not my decidedly average husband’s. “Suck me. Please!” he said as I grabbed the base of his shaft and pointed him at my mouth. Looking up at him, I wrapped my lips around his head and swirled my tongue across it, tasting his sweet precum. It dawned on me I was about to experience so many new things, or first time doing this or that in 10 years, and my cock throbbed at the possibilities. I savored the flavor of his nectar as I stroked the bottom few inches of his rod, squeezing more out onto my tongue. Taking him back in my mouth, I inched my way down his shaft, feeling him throb and willing myself not to gag as his cock reached a part of my throat that hadn’t felt cock in over a decade. I pushed a bit deeper until I felt his bush against my lips, my throat spasming and squeezing his cock as I deepthroated him. As I came up for air, he let out a “Damn!” and pulled me up for a deep kiss. Taking my hand, he led me back to his bedroom. He pushed me onto his bed as he pulled down my briefs and swallowed me in one fluid motion. This was all happening so fast! It had only been a total of 15 minutes since I’d agreed to come to his place with him, and here I was on my back getting my dick sucked by a man I just met. What would my husband think if he knew? I pushed those thoughts from my mind as I reveled in the sensations of him blowing me. After some top notch sucking, I felt his tongue snaking down over my balls as his hands roamed my inner thighs. My legs instinctively spread and his tongue continued its path into my crack as it opened before him. He paused briefly to enjoy the sight of my exposed hole, saying “That is one fine pussy!” before diving in. I moaned deeply as I felt his tongue penetrate me. The feelings he was eliciting were partly the rush of a new connection, but it was also becoming clearer to me that my husband just wasn’t very good in bed. That one plunge of this man’s tongue could make me quiver and feel desire so strongly only made my husband’s shortcomings more obvious. I needed more of this man in me NOW. “I need you inside me. Now. Please. Please fuck me!” I begged as his tongue drove deeper into me. He replaced his tongue with a finger, then two as he took my ball bag in his mouth. He pressed his fingers into me, separating them slightly to coax me open more. “Fucking tight” was all he said as he pulled them out and climbed on top of me. After another couple minutes of hard making out, he said, “You’re really hungry for it, aren’t you?” Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I sighed “I’ve never needed anything more in my life! Please - I want to feel every inch of you slide into me.” He leaned over to his bedside table and pulled some lube and a little brown bottle out of the drawer. He poured some lube on his fingers, then rubbed them against my hole. When he started to pour more lube on his erect cock, I stopped him and asked, “Do you have condoms? I haven’t used them in years, but I think we should.” A look of disappointment crossed his face and he replied, “I really would love to be in that sweet pussy of yours raw. I haven’t felt connected to anyone like this since, well, since even before my break-up. But I understand.” He rummaged in the drawer and pulled out a rubber and handed it to me. “I almost forgot how these things work. But thank you for understanding - I’ve never done anything like this before and I just want to be careful.” I traded places with him so he was lying on the bed, unwrapped the condom and rolled it onto his impossibly thick cock - barely able to get it all the way on. It looked uncomfortable on him, poor guy. I grabbed the lube and stroked him for a minute, then straddled him. Feeling him press the head of his latex-covered head against my pucker, I tried to remember the biggest cock I’d ever taken. It must have been from my slutty phase in my 20s, but I really don’t think anyone had been as big as this. He could sense my nerves even as I was hungrier for him than ever, and he reached for the little bottle and started shaking it. “These should help, if you’re interested.” “Poppers?” I asked. “I’ve actually never tried them, if you can believe it. Just seen them in porn and stuff.” He smiled that incredible smile, and uncapped the bottle, bringing to his right nostril as he held the left one closed. Taking a deep sniff, I saw his eyes flutter a bit and felt his cock throb against me. Then he pressed a little more firmly against my hole as he brought the bottle to my nose. Holding one nostril closed, he told me to inhale slowly and deeply, then hold it in. He re-capped the bottle as I was holding my breath, and then when he told me to let it out, I felt an incredible rush travel through my chest. I felt his hands pressing my hips down, and more pressure against my ass, but my hole just relaxed and allowed about half of his rock hard cock inside. I couldn’t believe it - even with my husband’s much smaller dick, it usually took a fair bit of work to open up and let him in. Anthony just held still, grinning up at me. “That was intense! And amazing!” I said. “Yeah, my ex really struggled to take me until we discovered that magic little bottle. Oh fuck, sorry. Didn’t mean to go there.” I just smiled and said, “I don’t mind at all. I just know I want some more, because I want every inch of you inside me, and I need a little help.” He grabbed the bottle, saying “Let’s try both nostrils this time.” I took a deep sniff on one side, and then ran my hands over his hairy pecs, and as I inhaled the fumes on the other side, I felt my hole open even further and pressed myself down onto him. His enormous erection slid all the way in, balls deep. My heart was racing and I felt this overwhelming desire to be fucked deep and hard by this man. The chemistry we established at the bar only grew and intensified as we explored, and now here we were, two men connected as deeply as can be - almost. I raised myself up slightly, then pushed back down, feeling more full than I ever had. My mouth met his as I pulled halfway up, then slid back down to the hilt. Feeling my openness, he held me still and started to thrust. After a moment, he increased the pace and the force of his thrusts. I threw my head back and rode him as I willed myself to open further to let him in even more. My hunger was taking control and I wanted us to bond in a profound way. “So you said you and your ex were together 6 years?” “Yeah, until 6 months ago.” “And you never had sex with anybody but him?” “That’s right.” “And you haven’t been with anyone since then?” “No. Nobody. Why?” I climbed off of him, a confused look of disappointment crossing his face. I reached down and squeezed his dong, marveling anew at its immense girth. My fist moved to the base, and I began to squeeze at the end of the rolled rubber, gently pulling up, then repeating. With each squeeze, the condom rolled further and further up his cock until finally it pulled off completely. I quickly lay down on my back and grabbed him and guided him toward my hole. “I need to feel YOU inside me. Your skin on my skin, nothing between us. I want us to be as close as two people can be.” I picked up the condom from the bed and threw it across the room, then pulled him down on top of me. My hand stroked his shaft and pointed him to my hole, and then I welcomed his raw cock into my slicked up pussy. “Fuuuuuccckk!” was all he could say as he slid in, then started fucking me. For the next 20 minutes, Anthony alternated between making sweet, gentle love to me, and pounding me hard, fast and deep. We both worked up a sweat as his cock and my ass got to know each other intimately. It was incredible what a difference there was when we were skin on skin, raw fucking. Every so often he would pause and feed me more poppers, both of us enjoying the way I opened up more and more to him. I was experiencing an ecstasy unlike any I had ever felt in my life - THIS was what explosive chemistry and real connection was like. I hadn’t felt anything close to this in years with my husband. Anthony flipped me onto my side and got behind me, lifting one leg and sliding into me from behind. He wrapped his strong arms around me and started pumping in me hard and deep. One last hit from the bottle in this position, he just held it there and commanded, “Sniff! Deeper!” alternating back and forth as he kept fucking me. Sensing what was coming, I said “Please, don’t pull out of me! Please cum in my hole and fill me with your seed! Fuck me until you shoot your load deep in my guts! Breed my pussy!!” Hearing me say those words was all it took for him to grunt and push in one last deep thrust, all the way buried in my hole. I felt his huge cock throb and erupt inside me, the walls of my pussy coated in his semen. He must have spewed 10 ropes inside me, and the power of our deep connection in that moment made me shoot my load all over the bed without touching my cock. As our breathing calmed, I felt his arms hold me to him, pulling me in even closer. His hot breath on my neck, he simply whispered, “That was amazing.” in my ear as we both drifted off to sleep, his cock still buried in my hole.

At some point in time, (almost) everyone lies on their profiles to get sex. Some don't update age, or pictures. Some guys over inflate the size of their penis. Some lie about sexual orientation, relationships, or HIV status. Basically they say whatever they think you might want to hear to be able to fuck you. And if you're only looking for a fuck, what's in a profile doesn't really matter that much.

15. About four months passed and the New Year rolled around. Life was good for Tony. There was a great deal of partying, and even more sex with other guys, as well as a great deal of time at the gym, time which was definitely paying off. Tony's physique was catching up with those of the other men. His arms were now almost the size of Sam's, his pecs would left most other men envious, and Tony's six pack was fucking hot! In addition, Ray was still working on his tats. That on Tony's left arm was now full-sleeve, which means the tats extended from Tony's shoulder blade all the way down to his knuckles. Sitting in the classroom, Tony felt multiple eyes on him, but he was used to the attention. There was always someone checking him out - whether he wore regular clothes or tight shirts, showing off his muscles. He looked over the crowd. Most of the boys and girls looking at him looked away, hoping to avoid him noticing. One guy, however, a blonde twink in unremarkable clothing, was clearly infatuated with Tony. When he realized Tony was returning the gaze. the twink blushed and looked away. Tony observed him carefully, noting the twink was about five foot nine inches, and while quite cute, was also quite shy. Tony made his plans, and awaited the end of class. With the dismissal, Tony made it a point to keep his eyes on the twink, and to position himself in front of the twink as the latter was walking in the corridor, approaching the twink from the side, and patting him on the shoulder. The twink was caught blindsided, and all but jumped in the air when he realized Tony had sought him out. "Hi! I saw you eyeing me back in class. What was that all about?" Tony asked with a smile. "Oh... Uhmmm.... I...," "Don't worry. Just say it. I won't get mad. I promise," Tony re-assured the man. "Uhmmm... You know... I just... just think you're really... really...." "Hot?" asked Tony with a charming smile. "Uhmmm... Yeah, pretty much." "That I hoped to hear," said Tony with a wide smile, adding "Listen, Do you have time tonight? I was thinking we could get to know each other better, for instance, you could tell me your name." "Josh, name's Josh. And I definitely do!" "I'm glad to hear that." They exchanged telephone numbers, and Tony texted Josh the address of the club explaining "Wait for me at this club at 9:00 tonight." However, as Tony then saw his buddy Aaron wave at him he and Josh parted with Tony explaining. "Oh sorry, my friend's waiting for me," but adding "Make sure you're there tonight!" "Yeah! Definitely," Josh said as Tony was leaving. Tony was walking home with his pal Aaron. They were talking and laughing all along the way. Aaron was a nice guy, about six feet tall, 19 years old, Asian, fashionable and outgoing with messy hair and quite a nice physique with nice biceps, pecs and a cut six pack. They were talking about his parents. Aaron didn't have the greatest relationship with them and they were constantly in an argument, because they were trying to control his life completely and Aaron wasn't a little kid anymore and wasn't going to let that pass. He wanted to leave, but didn't have the courage or money. Tony and Aaron walked all the way to Uncle Rick's house., exchanged farewells, and Tony entered the house calling out ""Hi, Uncle Rick." "Hey Stud, how was your day?" "Great! I have a 'date' this evening." "You do? And does he know?" "No, I don't think he knows much about sex at all. He seems kinda shy." "Well anyway, enjoy your date. Fuck the shit outta him. Oh, and I just hope your date likes to receive certain gifts," Rick commented with a grin. 16. Tony just arrived in front of the club, finding Josh at the door, awaiting for him. "Hi!" said Tony and gave Josh a hug. "Uhm... Hi" "What? Something wrong?" "No... I just never thought you would be so approachable." "Well... looks like I am." laughed Tony. Stepping inside the bar, Tony took out his fake ID, which Sam had given him, and ordered two beers. Josh carefully asked "So, is this a date?" "Uhmmm... I hope so!" grinned Tony. Josh couldn't believe his ears. "What? Why else would I invite you here?" "I don't know. It's just that... I don't go on many dates." "You gotta start believing in yourself. You're a cute guy. Maybe dress less like you want to hide yourself. And when you like someone, you know - just approach him." Josh went red. Recognizing Josh's discomfort, Tony diverted asking "You like the place?" "Uhmm... Yeah, It's nice. All the shirtless guys are definitely a bonus." Josh smiling, as they began to casually chat and flirt with each other. They drank a few more and talked and laughed. After the forth beer or so Josh announced he needed to take a leak. "I'll go too. Nature's calling as well," laughed Tony and followed Josh into the bathroom. Josh immediately noticed the black door at the far end. "What's there? Behind that door." "Where dirty things are done." answered Tony with a smirk. "Really?" "Yup. Would you like it if I showed you?" "Uhmm... I guess." "Come with me then!" Tony grabbed Josh's hand and led him to the black door and once inside, into the first room to the right. Inside there was a box with all kinds of stuff again and a sex sling instead of a bed. Josh stepped closer to Tony. Tony kissed Josh, and, having removed his shirt, assisted Josh in doing the same. "Nice tats and piercings," said Josh and started playing with Tony's pierced nipples. "Oh... That's it!" said Tony. He picked josh up and threw him into the sling and strapped his arms and legs up. He then took all Josh's clothes off, revealing a thin, but tight body and a hard seven inch cock. He started sucking it as Josh was strapped on the sling, arms and legs up. Tony took Josh's cock out of his mouth. "You want mine inside your ass?" "Yeah. Fuck yeah! You're so hot!" "Okay, but I'm warning you. It's big. And dangerous." He took off his pants and jockstrap to show Josh his thick ten inch pierced monster. "Still want it?" "Yeah, but be gentle." "Not a chance. I don't play nice, or safe." he said as he started pushing it inside. "Wait it's too big! It won't go in dry." "Oh.... You want it wet?" asked Tony with a mischievous grin, as he pushed a finger inside Josh and let out a thick stream of piss, pissing all over Josh's ass and cock. "Open your mouth, pig!" he said. Josh opened his mouth. Tony moved his cock and suddenly all of his piss was raining into Josh's mouth, who had trouble swallowing it in time. The stream ended. "You liked the taste?" "Mhmm... Yeah." "You want me to fuck your cunt?" Josh nodded. Tony pushed his cock in. Josh groaned. Tony started fucking him. No mercy. No slowing down. Like a rabbit. Damn he felt like a man! When he looked down on himself, he saw his bulged out, gorgeous pecs and abs covered in droplets of sweat, his veiny biceps holding onto the sling, his piercings jumping in his hard nipples, his biohazard tattoo shining in the dim light, and his monstrous cock plunging in and out of the young neg twink's ass. This was the first time he had fucked a neg guy as a poz guy. And it felt fucking great! "I ain't gonna last long! You want my cum inside your man cunt?" "Fuck yeah!" "Are you sure?" "Oh fuck! Yeah! Breed me!" Tony felt his orgasm approaching. Slamming in cock into the twink's ass balls-deep, Tony's cock shot what seemed to be a gallon of hot poz cum inside the blonde's hole, grunting as he did so, "Fuck yeah, take my hot poz toxic load! Fuck yeah," remaining full depth until the last drop of cum had oozed into the twink's ass. "What? You're... You're POZ? Why the fuck didn't you tell me? What... What am I going to do now?" "Maybe you'll convert, maybe not. Don't worry. It's gonna be fine. You may sound pissed off and reluctant, but your cock says otherwise babe!" said Tony, pointing at his pulsating cock. And, as if on Tony's command, Josh's cock started shooting a generous load of neg cum. Let me know if you also want pics of what I think Josh and Aaron look like. And tell me what you think of the story? Did it make you hard? Or make you cum? A poz load or a neg load? Let me know for sure.

11. After their threesome, Tony was led by Duke and Sam into the showers. After their shower, they went back to the bar and ordered an another round. After a few minutes, Danny and Rick came back, all sweaty from the dance floor. The rest of the evening, they all switched between dancing and grinding against all the hot guys on the floor and talking at the bar table over their beers. It was around midnight and they decided to take the party back to Danny and Rick's house, so they took a taxi home where Tony and Sam switched from beer to some whiskey. Tony wasn't drinking that much, but the alcohol was starting to make him dizzy. Sam on the other hand was clearly a bit drunk already. Tony stood up and reached for the bottle, when suddenly Sam slapped his ass hard and loudly exclaim with an approving laugh "Ricky, I have to say, your nephew is one hot fuck!" Rick was visibly a bit surprised. "Hold up! You fucked him too?!" "Yup. And he fucking delivered." "Wait! Is there not one person in this room who didn't fuck my nephew without me knowing about it?" "There is, in fact. You!" laughed Duke. "Fuck me!" said Rick and shook his head. "Wait! Did ya'll tell him about... well your statuses?" "Yup, we did!" said Sam and added: " he couldn't wait to get his ass full of my toxic cum and then pump his hot neg load into Duke!" "And then piss all over us!" added Duke with a grin. Rick looked at Tony. Tony couldn't help it, he spread his legs, bit his lips, grabbed his cock through the jeans and gave his uncle a look full of rebellion, satisfaction and lust all at the same time - the horny, cocky look of a real pig in making. "You... you really want it?" asked Rick and pointed to his cock. "You really want to... get the bug?" asked Rick. "At this point, I think there's no turning back. I don't think I could really enjoy sex with a condom. And the thought of fucking with poz guys - or even converting just makes me so horny!" Rick was so horny at this point he couldn't hold anything back. "Fuck! Okay. Let's do it." he said, massaging his cock through his jeans, adding "Brace yourselves! As of tomorrow morning, real hell breaks loose in this house!" Rick said with an evil grin and a voice full of lust. "And by the end of the month, you won't just look at that hot cock between your legs and be amazed how big it is, but also how dangerous!" added Danny. Tony's cock almost tore his jeans apart. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I want to hear your thoughts and comments about this story. Don't be shy and cum around. More cumming soon.

3. The showers were empty. Daniel and Tony entered and stepped under two showers next to each other, they dropped their towels, hung them on the wall and started showering. Daniel was looking over at Tony's naked body, thinking he wasn't too muscular, but he definitely had started showing some abs on his belly and his biceps and pecs were starting to fill out a little bit. Daniel's gaze continued down and stopped at Tony's butt and crotch. Then Daniel focused on Tony's body hair: his pecs were sporting a little hair already and so were his arms, while his legs were actually quite hairy. His pubes were trimmed to the same length as was his treasure trail. Beneath awaited a surprise. An unexpectedly large soft cock, thick, with a big vein, and nice, relatively big balls. Then It started to get hard slowly. Daniel reasoned it was a consequence of his own slowly hardening cock, big muscles and tattoos. As it continued to grow, the vein was sticking out even more. It never seemed to stop growing! It was really big and thick as a beer can! Daniel was impressed, and wildly turned on. Daniel's dick grew to it's own thick 7.5 inches. "That's quite a boner you have there." said Daniel in awe. "Uhmm... thanks?" said Tony, all confused. "Can say the same about you." he added. "Not as big as yours though. Damn, how big is that pipe?" "9 inches, last time i checked." said Tony, flattered and confused at the same. "Wow, that's really big, but definitely looks bigger than that to me! It's fucking big!" "Can I touch it?" Daniel didn't wait for a clear answer. He came closer and took Tony's cock into both his hands. He started stroking it and a soft moan escaped Tony's mouth. "Like it?" "Yeah." said Tony, breathing heavily. Daniel moved closer and stopped a few inches away from Tony's mouth. Daniel pushed Tony against the cold wall, their dicks squished together, Their hands on each other's asses as they passionately kissed - until Tony broke off the kiss asking "But what about uncle Rick!?" "Oh trust me, he wouldn't mind I promise you, but we don't have to tell him if you don't want to." "Uhm.... ok." said Tony slowly. They started making out again. Daniel going down on Tony, kissing his neck, then moved to his nipples, he kissed them, bit them and then further down, kissing and licking Tony's abdomen. Tony was going crazy, moaning and panting. Was he really about to fuck his uncle's boyfriend? It felt kind of wrong, but it was really exciting at the same time. Plus Daniel was super hot! His bulging muscles and handsome face made his dick throb. And the tattoos! Daniel's arm's were covered in flames and tribal designs. There was a scorpion with a skull for a head on his left shoulder and his nipples were pierced with big gold rings. And the most interesting one was a big red and black biohazard symbol which was centered on Daniel's belly button. Daniel finally got to Tony's cock. He kissed the head, licked the whole length of the monster and then started sucking it, slowly at first, but the pace quickened. Daniel tried to swallow the whole dick, but always ended up choking, which was strange, because it was rare for him to ever choke on a cock. Daniel was giving Tony one of, if not the best blowjob he ever had. He was a real pro, Tony was moaning like crazy and thought, if Daniel will continue like this, he won't last long. Then Daniel stopped, stood up and passionately kissed Tony again. "I want your cock in my ass." Daniel whispered. Tony just moaned and shook his head yes. Daniel turned around, stroking his cock and bent over against the wall. "Daniel? I don't have a condom." "Fuck it. I don't use them. It's so much better raw, you'll see." chuckled Daniel. Slowly, Tony slid his dick in. Daniel moaned as the monster dick slid up his ass. "Fuck me!" ordered Daniel. Tony started fucking. He went slow for a few seconds, but then he started going faster and faster, until he was fucking like crazy. 'Damn, this boy is a beast!' thought Daniel. Tony didn't last long as he hadn't jerked-off since he left home and he was already all horned up from Daniel's blowjob. "I'm gonna, I'm....gonna.....CUM!" Tony moaned, as he rammed his cock balls deep into Daniel's ass and started cumming inside, roaring like an animal as his cock was throbbing and getting milked by Daniel's ass as Tony remarked "That was so hot," again kissing Daniel. "It was so fucking hot" agreed Daniel.

Interesting... pretty much 100% consensus. Me too. It's not just the cum that I want, it's what the cum represents, that the top is sated and I now have a part of him inside me even after he leaves.

TAXI DRIVER **This happened about a month or so ago. I read another post about a taxi driver and that reminded me that I haven’t posted this encounter on here (I did on another site at the time)** Certain things can combine to form a situation that you really didn’t anticipate. One night after drinks with friends and seeing no prospects for the evening, I hopped into a cab to head home. I was tipsy and horny and flying solo. I didn’t really talk to the driver, mainly concentrating on staying awake until I got home. I’m sure if I’d met someone at the bar I would have been wired and up for some all night fuck fun. Since I was going home alone, all I could think about was my bed. As we got closer to my street the taxi driver asked me something, but being so spaced out I had give my head a shake and ask him to repeat himself. He asked me if I had someone waiting for me at home. I said that it was probably just my roommates, though I suddenly could tell he meant something other than just going home to an empty house. He pulled the car off to the side at the end of my block and switched it off. Turning around I actually got a good look at him for the first time. Not great looking, but not bad, either. His accent was thick, Turkish I think. “You want some company?” he asked me. Even though I didn’t find him all that attractive, I immediately felt a stirring in my pants, and my butt hole convulsed. I had already gone through the trouble of cleaning before going out tonight just in case, and clearly my ass was telling me to do something about it. I glanced up the street and could see that my housemates were definitely home (the lights were on in their rooms), so there was no way I was bringing a strange taxi driver home. My sluttiness is something that is for my knowledge, not theirs. So, I told him my house was out of the question. He kind of lunged over the seat at me and jammed a HUGE tongue into my mouth. He tasted of cigarettes and smelled a little of sweat. And it was turning me on even more (even though I did quit smoking years ago). So I kissed him back, tongues duelling, lots of heavy breathing, and he made very masculine growling noises in the back of his throat that were a fucking turn-on. When we broke the kiss he sat back down in his seat, turned the engine back on and pulled away only to pull into a dark alley behind a closed business. From there he climbed over the seat (I don’t live in a city where they have a wall of plexi glass between you) and was next to me in a flash. His hands were strong as they grabbed at me, pulling me in for another kiss while he took a handful of butt in each hand. I used my free hands to roam and check out what he had going on downstairs. He was rocking a cock that reminded me of his tongue -big and thick. As soon as I got a good feel of his cock, he pulled his mouth from mine and said, “Can I fuck you?” “Fuck yeah!” I told him. So there I was, quite drunk, in the back seat of a car with a swarthy man, about to let him fuck me in a dark alley. I do love feeling like a whore and this was doing it for me. While he opened his pants, I managed to work mine down to my ankles and then pull them completely off. Then I just climbed into his lap. He looked at me funny in the eyes. “No condom?” He didn’t seem upset by it, but curious why a guy like me would let a stranger like him enter me without protection. “You need one?” I asked. “No,” he said kind of breathy. He seemed extra excited now that he was going to fuck me bare. He grabbed my ass in his big hands and pulled me closer while he lined his big fat cock up with my hole, and as he kissed me again, he slowly lowered me onto his meat. I had douched but hadn’t lubed, but luckily he was leaking plenty for the both of us. His dick head nudged at my opening a few times to smear some wetness on me, and then he began to rut his hips up to jam more and more of his shaft into my ass. Once I took the big fat head in easily, I knew that I could just take the whole thing. Sometimes my ass surprises me and I can feel it just open up all on it’s own when I’m extra horny. I was probably lubing myself from the inside, too. On his next push up, I pushed down and sat entirely onto his whopper of a dick. Fuck, did I feel full, and damn that was a nice dick! As I sat there for a moment to appreciate the feel of it filling me, I almost laughed when I thought how its always the less attractive men who have the most beautiful cocks. At least that’s been my experience, anyway. Most of the good-looking men I’ve been with had small to average size -nothing wrong with that, either, I’m just saying . . . He seemed thrilled that he was all the way in me so fast, and he went back to growling again while he rutted his hips more, trying to get as much of him into my greedy fuck hole as possible. This wasn’t meant to be a lengthy session, so I got to work, riding that fat dick hard. Fuck, that thing felt so good slamming up into me. He had good staying power because we went on for at least 10 or 15 minutes and he showed no signs of getting close to cumming. I kind of wished that we were in bed for a good night of it -he could really give me a ride if this was how he fucked. He stopped and held me down for a moment and started looking around outside the car. This made me nervous because I thought someone might have found us. The last thing I wanted was to get busted. When I asked him, he said he was just checking if it was all dark around us, and then he lifted me off of his dick and got out of the car, dragging me along with him. He bent me over the trunk and entered me again, grabbing my hips and slamming me hard and deep. Now this was what my ass had been needing! This guy could fuck!! He was bordering on rough/abusive which I like, so it worked for me. Gripping me tight, the only sounds we could hear were the smack, smack, smack of our skin colliding and the odd grunt that we just couldn’t stifle. It was probably 5 minutes of that slam fucking and then he stopped, holding his dick in me, breathing hard. I looked back at him, wondering if he was cumming and I couldn’t feel it. “Did you cum?” I asked him. He smiled a very big smile. “Can I cum in you?” he marvelled. “Go for it, fill me up!” I told him. He instantly went back to slam fucking me for another couple of minutes and then started to growl as I felt his cock explode inside my ass. Damn! He shot so hard it triggered me and my dick started hosing down his license plate! I gritted my teeth to keep from yelling and cursing as my balls emptied on his car, and his emptied into me. His load was definitely proportionate to the size of his big dick and balls. I could really feel his load spraying my insides. Fuck it was heaven!! When he finished, he slowly eased his cock out of my well-fucked hole. As usual, I clamped my hole as tight as I could so I didn’t lose a drop of his precious seed. He pulled his pants back on, handed me mine, thanked me and took off. He didn’t ask me to pay him. I’m not sure which one of us got the tip. It was a good night for both of us.

As a submissive bottom, I put a Top's pleasure ahead of my own welfare. I have some limits: no broken bones, blood, punches to the head, and no bruises in any area which isn't covered by a business suit. Aside from that I prefer Tops who treat my body like they OWN it. Rough hard deep fucking of ass and throat, spit, piss ( in or on ), slaps, choking, flogging, spanking, hand over mouth and nose are all good. I agree that it makes sense and for a more satisfactory scene to state the limits before the session.

The way I look at it is that I enjoy pleasing guys and submitting to let them use my hole for their pleasure. I love to do whatever it takes to get my top off as that makes me feel great.

When a cock enters me, I really don't give a fuck at that point... It's like I'm on autopilot, my only focus is cock