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Part-2 Things pretty much stayed the same for the next few weeks. Every two to three days TJ was up in my apartment when he needed more weed. And I was more than happy to keep supplying him as long as I got to suck that big 19 year old cock. Maybe suck is too nice of a way to put it. TJ was very aggressive and loved the fact that I had no gag reflex as he pounded his pierced cock down my very receptive throat. He loved to bury himself balls deep and hold my head tight against his hairy crotch as he pumped his huge loads of teenage cum right down my esophagus. And I loved every second of it. And because he was young and horny, he was always good for two loads. And I always rewarded him well for his stud service. I even got him to strip naked everytime while I serviced him fully clothed by offering him more weed. He may have technically been the rough trade, swapping his body for drugs, but I was the one who felt like the dirty whore, and I loved it. So after a few weeks of this, I decided it was time to take it to the next level. I gave TJ a soda laced with G. Not enough to knock him out, (although I do enjoy playing with a unconcious boy. There's few things dirtier than fucking and breeding a passed out boy, filling him up with my babies.) but enough to have him loose and vulnerable. So after he finished his soda and we had emptied a couple of bongs, he was high as fuck as he reclined, buck naked in all his scruffy, pierced and tattooed white trash glory. I began to slowly suck his cock, taking my time with it as I massaged his balls and taint. TJ just moaned as he limply laid back on the couch. I made slow love to his cock as I slowly pulled his skinny body over the edge of the couch and started to roll him over. "Dude, what are you doing?" He slurred. "You're not going to fuck me!" "Sssshhhhhhh." I silenced him. "I'm not going to fuck you, I promise. I just want to show you a new pleasure." I reassured him as I pulled out another baggie of weed. This time it was a full 1/4 oz. TJ looked at it with glassy eyes before he reached for it with an unsteady hand, grabbing it and clutching it to his chest. "All right," he mumbled, "you can touch it, but I don't get fucked." "Not yet you whore." I thought to myself as I handed him the loaded bong. TJ took a couple of more big hits as I got a real good look at his ass. His cheeks were covered in a light brown fuzz, and his crack was filled with a dense fuzzy trail. My mouth watered as I slowly spread him open, getting a look at his asshole for the first time. A musky smell hit my nostrils as I gazed down at his hairy brown hole. My cock was rock hard as my mouth moved toward his soon to be discovered pleasure spot, knowing I was about to be the first person to touch that promised land. My tongue lightly tickled his hairy hole and he gasped in surprise. I flicked at his brown pucker and blew on his hairs as he lightly moaned. Then I started licking his hole as his moans grew louder and longer. I planted my mouth against his shitter and really went to town. I sucked and nibbled on TJ's straight boy pussy, showing him for the first time in his young life just what a pleasure center his asshole was. He totally took me by surprise when he reached back and spread his cheeks apart, giving me better access. "Oh fuck dude!" He panted. "Eat my ass you dirty faggot! Oh fuck that feels good! Eat my hole!" And eat it I did. I stuck my tongue in him, past his anal ring which brought more moans and more dirty talk from him. I ate him out for probably 15 minutes before he groaned, "Dude, I'm gonna cum!" I quickly flipped him over as I wet my index finger and jammed it right up his straight skater boy cunt, hitting his prostate. He let out a howl of ecstasy as he grabbed my head and skull fucked me before shooting another one of his big loads down my throat. TJ collapsed back onto the couch in a sheen of sweat as the last drops of his cum dribbled onto my tongue, allowing me to taste the trashy young studs semen. "Dude, I gotta piss." He announced with his dick still in my mouth. "Do it here." I mumbled around his cock. "No way dude! I ain't fuckin doing that!" I was on a pure lust high and quickly grabbed another 1/8 and held it up. "Do it!" I demanded. "Give me your piss!" TJ paused for second before snatching the weed out of my hand. "God damn you're a disgusting queer. All right faggot, get your mouth on my dick!" I trembled with excitement as I took him back into my mouth and waited. It took him a few moments, but eventually a small stream started, which quickly became a large stream. I had trouble keeping up and piss dribbled out of my mouth onto his hairy legs. "Oh fuck dude." He groaned as he experienced another new erotic sensation, that of a warm mouth around his cock as he expelled his urine. "Oh yeah you dirty fag. Drink my piss you nasty bitch. Drink it all you dirty piss drinking faggot bitch!" As TJ verbally abused me, I reached down to my rock hard cock, and in just a few strokes, I was shooting off into my shorts as the last of TJ's piss flowed into my mouth.

Part-9 The guys and I all went down to the hotel restaurant to force some food into ourselves. Of course we left the boys in the room. Brent was left in a straight jacket. Hooded and gagged, he was left on his stomach with his legs pulled up painfully behind him and a large vibrating plug in his ass. He also had earbuds in that again just played static. Eric was on the bed. He had several leather straps the went around his ankles, just below his knees, his thighs, his waist, where his wrists were secured, and his upper arms, across his chest. Furthermore, he was strapped to the mattress itself with more tie downs, so he couldn't possibly roll off the bed. He had clamps on his nipples and the metal plug and cock cage on again, hooked up to the box that went through a random cycle which included some very serious jolts. (But the penis gag he wore should stifle any screams!) And to top it off, his head was propped up on pillows so he could view the TV. We had it hooked up to one of those hypno videos you find on pornhub, the really nasty ones for sub training. And even if he closed his eyes to the imagery, he would still be subjected to the audio through the headphones he wore. Oh, and both boys had been given a hit of X and a viagra. That should keep them both occupied in their own way for the next couple of hours, that is, if they were lucky. While we were eating, Steve and I occupied ourselves by editing the videos we had taken of Eric. To use against him, of course. The poor kid had no idea he would never be returning to his former life. We planned to take him back home with us, after we destroyed his relationship with his family, his job, and his roommates. And after we explained how he was going to convert to poz, and he had nowhere else to go, we would convince him coming home with us was the only option. We would take care of him, getting the meds he would need, for a price of course, his complete servitude. We would convince him that was all he was good for now, like Brent. I wanted to keep Eric around for a good long time. At least until I grew tired of him and dumped him off at some truck stop in the middle of nowhere. Alex, meanwhile, had been busying himself texting with the guys who had hosted the sex party the night before, offering the use of Eric. He had sent them pics of our pretty whore prince, telling them that up until last night, he had been a virgin mormon boy, and even though he had already been well used, he was still somewhat fresh, and needed more dirty seed in him. As much as possible. Of course the hosts, Jim and Tom, jumped at the chance to assist in Eric's destruction. They knew plenty of guys that would be willing to stop by and drop a load. They even gave me permission to advertise Eric on a few websites to REALLY fill up his pussy. We planned the festivities to start at 9, and to go on however long it lasted. They could both call into work the next day. I couldn't wait. It actually took us three hours to get back to the room. We had to run a couple of errands. I wanted to find a slutty Prince Eric outfit, and I succeeded. I found some blue running shorts that I bought in a large children's size, to ensure they look extra slutty on him. I also bought some red jockstraps, so when I pulled up the waist, they would show above his too small shorts and look like his sash. His shirt was easy, a white wife beater. I planned to make it into a crop top. Of course I bought several of each of these things for various, "looks". I even bought him a pair of black leather boots that laced half way up his calf. He was a size 10, like Steve. When we opened the door, Eric was bathed in sweat. His eyes pleaded at us for mercy. Just then, one of the big jolts went through him. Five full seconds of high intensity on his cock and ass. Eric's body went ridged and shook as his eyes clenched in pain. "Does my prince want the nasty machine turned off?" I asked in a mocking tone. Eric shook his head yes violently just as another strong jolt rocked his body. "If I turn the machine off, will my prince be a good boy and do as he's told?" Eric shook his head yes again. I took the machine, and gave him one more jolt for good measure. I wanted to ensure Eric was a very grateful boy to have his torment end, and to realize that I had the power to inflict more if I so choosed. I removed the headphones and the gag. "Thank you Sir! A very humble boy said. I smiled knowing just how fucked up this kids head was right now, and how agreeable he would be to anything I demanded. "You stink kid!" I told him as I was undoing his restraints. "First thing is a shower!" I helped him into the bathroom and into the tub. I turned on the shower, cold of course. Eric yelped. "Can I have some warm water please Sir?" Eric begged. "No!" I reprimanded him. "Slaves don't get warm water. Now hurry up and clean yourself!" Eric quickly washed his body and was soon smelling fresh again. I took him into the bedroom and handed him a red jockstrap. He put it on without question. Then I handed him the blue shorts. They were perfect. They were skin tight and showed off his caged cock very nicely. They were also very short and the bottom of his ass cheeks hung out. I rolled the waist of the shorts down so you could actually see a little bit of skin between the top of the shorts and the bottom of the jockstraps waistband. HOT! I took a knife and cut the bottom of the tank top off so it hit him mid chest, exposing his flat, defined stomach. I gave him his boots and he had the quickly laced up, and in no time flat, there was my picture perfect, slutty, whorey Prince Eric. "Ok baby," I said, "get on the bed and pose for me." Eric did this without a second thought. Already such a good boy. "But just one more thing." I grabbed the knife and cut a long slit down the crack of the shorts so Eric's gorgeous ass could be seen. I had him do many different slutty poses, all of them making him look like the whore I had turned him into. And he didn't question me once. By the time I had finished my little photoshoot, Steve had finished his little project which was to write up our advertisement of Eric. It read, "Have you ever wanted to fuck a Disney prince?" "Here's your chance! This genuine Disney prince actor is offering up his hole for anyone who has ever wished upon a star. This 18 year old beauty is offering up his beasty hole for any cock who wishes to breed and seed him. Zip-a-Dee-do-dah, no cock will be refused entrence into his magic kingdom. There is only one rule, NO CONDOMS......PERIOD! All sperm deposits must be made into his butt-pirate cove. So don't be late for this tea party and slide on down into cum-splash mountain. This charming price will be available: Now to 8PM at his hotel. 9PM to ? at a house party. After the house party to ? back at his hotel. So cum to the ball! This parTy prince is definitely an E ticket ride! Message for directions to either venue!" I laughed at my punny partner. I quickly had several pics of slutty Eric uploaded. "Perfect, now we just have sit back and wait." I said as I lit a freshly loaded pipe for Eric, smiling as I saw his eyes light up.

Interesting topic, @holefucker. We usually hear about this kind of thing from the bottom’s perspective, ie: how many loads have you taken in one session, etc. It seems to me that you are a bit of an exception. In my experience, when presented with a row of willing arses, most tops don’t move from one to the next in the way you describe, which surprised me when I first started frequenting cruise clubs, etc. Most seem to pick one, seemingly at random, and stick with it for the duration. It’s rare that they move down the line, trying each one in turn. And then other tops will gather round the one getting fucked, and wait for their own opportunity to fuck it, often complete ignoring perfectly acceptable arses on either side. From a bottom’s point of view, this is obviously great if you are the ‘chosen one’, but baffling if you are one of the ones on either side. Age, looks, etc. rarely seem to have much to do with it. A long time ago I came to the conclusion that from a top’s point of view, the hottest arse in the room is the one some other guy is fucking.

I have fantasized about getting pregnant since I was 13. When I was knocked up at 19 I thought I had fulfilled my fantasy. I still fantasize about getting pregnant sometimes

What's the most holes you've fucked in one night? Not necessarily bred but just fucked. My highest is about 40 on naked night at the Laboratory in Berlin during gay pride weekend. You literally had to queue up for an hour to get in there it was so full. Whenever I'm at the Lab, I have a few drinks and get super horny, and the place is full of guys of all ages with their asses up the air or in slings taking all comers. I find myself almost manically going from one to another trying to fuck as many holes as possible. I delay cumming as much as possible so I don't peter out too fast. I dumped my load in about three or four asses that night. Afterwards I went to the Bull bar and fuck another handful of wasted guys and got home about 10am. I dumped my last load in a muscled young guy bent naked over a barrel taking dick after dick. Berlin is unbelievable for this sort of thing. If you're in decent shape, you could easily fuck hundreds of holes in a week there.

Part 5 Ten days later, I would be on my back with my legs in the air and Felix’s cock buried in my ass. Two other guys would be there in my bedroom, watching us. Felix would stop fucking me and launch into a rant about how the fantasies of bottom guys always involved their holes being somehow irresistible to every man within a mile, as if this one bottom was the last one left in the entire city. (And I’d have to beg him to keep going before he finally came inside me.) That night at the party, standing outside the dark room, I didn’t think of it exactly that way. But I had just been fingered by one hot guy and fucked by another who used cum out of his own ass as lube. Most of the men there had seen it happen. And they weren’t lining up to fuck me themselves. So it dawned on me that my asshole, hungry as it was for raw cock, was not a scarce commodity at a sex party. I headed into the dark room. It was more crowded than before, full of growls and whispers and wet sounds. I felt hands reaching out, feeling my body as I tried to move slowly through the crush of naked me. I wasn’t ready to stop yet. I was absorbing the mood, trying to understand it. For every hand that found my ass and lingered, there were many more that groped for my cock. Several men tried to back up right on me, even as I was moving through the crowd. I realized I had something a lot of these guys wanted. I moved more slowly now, deciding I could be as picky as I wanted, here in this dark room full of men who didn’t care what I looked like. After some furtive groping, I found a smooth, very firm ass of a guy who had a hard body. In my mind he was young and blond, fresh off the football team, but who knew? I never did. I slipped a finger down and played around the edges of his hole. He grabbed my cock and began to jerk me. I used my other hand to see if I could find his cock, but he was cupping it in one hand. “Just fuck me,” he whispered. “I won’t pull out. Is that what you want?” I said. “Me to cum inside you?” “Yeah, do it!” I slipped a finger inside him. He was well-lubed. I was pretty sure that was all it was so far. “Here’s the deal,” I said. “I’m gonna fuck you and give you a big load. And then you’re gonna fuck me with my load running down your legs. And your hot muscle cum is gonna blast inside me with the other men’s cum that’s already in there. And I bet that while you’re fucking me, some other guy is gonna start feeling your ass and he’ll be in your hole by the time you cum in mine. Sound hot?” I could hear him breathing faster. I pushed at the hand covering his cock and he let it fall away. It felt it then, a mushroom head on a cock that was otherwise pretty skinny, but long enough to make itself known inside my ass. There was a drop of precum oozing out of the slit. “You wanna get fucked. I wanna get fucked. We help each other out and there are still lots of chances for more.” “Yeah, okay” he said breathlessly as I wiggled around inside him. “Cool,” I said. “And by the way, I’m done whispering.” I smiled but he couldn’t see it. “Fuck,” I said then, in a voice that I would have used upstairs. “That is one beautiful ass. You gonna spread it for me?” He whispered something and I said, “Yeah, well I am gonna fuck it.” There was some nervous laughter around us but I could tell by the change in sounds that some guys were listening more seriously. And my new partner was starting to get into it. “Do it, man, Fuck my muscle ass.” His voice wasn’t as loud as mine, but it wasn’t a whisper any more.” “I got two fingers in you already. You ready for some cock now?” “Oh yeah! Fuck me,” he said at full volume. I could feel other hands at his hole now. Someone had stepped up behind me and grabbed my cock. I could feel him grinding his own dick against me. “Help me out, fucker,” I told him. “Line me up and let’s get my cock into this hole.” My helper obliged just as my muscle boy leaned back. The head of my cock pressed against his pucker and I said, “Let me in, let me in. This is the cock you’ve been waiting for.” I slid in a few inches and began a slow pump. I had to loosen him a little more but I also had to be careful because the head of my cock was getting all the sensation from his ass and that could push me over the edge fast. I felt my helper start to kiss the back of my neck. He had some serious stubble and I realized he was an inch or two taller than me, and pretty hairy. Lean, too, but not muscular. His cock was resting against the small of my back. It felt thick. I decided the muscle boy needed more inches.“Ready?” I said. “Here comes the rest of it.” I pushed my cock deeper into him and I heard a yelp and then a grunt. He shifted his body position, leaning further forward and started to say, “yeah, yeah, yeah,” with each thrust I made and then suddenly stopped. I heard some muffled sounds. Had someone shoved a cock in his mouth? The guy behind me wrapped one arm across the top of my chest, holding me tight. I felt a finger at my hole, and then another one. Someone else had joined us and one of them pushed into my hole. “Jesus,” I said. “Push that finger in deeper. Help me blow a huge load into this hole.” I had both hands on my bottom’s ass now and had a good deep stroke going. Someone from my left started kissing me and both hands at my hole now had a finger inside me. I felt the orgasm start and then it burst out of me without warning. In all my pumping and dumping adventures, I thought I had learned better control, but I hadn’t ever been so stimulated before. “Fuck! Fuck” I almost shouted. I was blowing so much cum into the hole in front of me I could hardly stand. The guy behind me kept me upright as I groaned and shuddered. Normally when I cum its like my sex drive shuts down for a few minutes. But in this situation I had no choice, because at this point I lost control of events. I slipped out of the ass I had been in, and as I did so I felt another hard cock pressing right in where I had been. I felt like I should object and say, “He has to fuck me,” but then the arm around my upper chest tightened and pulled up around my neck, almost as if to choke me and I had to take a step backwards to keep from falling over. “Now you,” a deep voice with some accent I didn’t recognize ordered. “Yes, fuck me, dude!” And no sooner had I said yes than I felt him maneuvering behind me. One of the fingers slid out of my ass and a moment later something much larger was pushing in where the finger had been. The other finger slipped out as I grunted and then said, “Fuck!” again. This was a big cock. At this point, I could smell poppers and someone nearby held a bottle kind of under my nose. I grabbed at the hand to bring it close so I could get a serious whiff. My head started to spin and I was tingling all over as I took a second big whiff and then the cockhead burst into my hole. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned. Whoever it was with the poppers let me take one more whiff, which was just what I needed because now I was being fucked, hard. My ass was screaming but I was so turned on. I had just cum and my body wasn’t ready for this. My mind, however, was totally into it. This intensity, this lust, this sense of being used. This was what I had been wanting ever since I had started jerking off to the idea of forbidden raw sex. I had no idea who this man in my ass was. I had no idea what he looked like, or who else he had fucked that night. Maybe ten guys had fucked him and I was the very bottom of the heap. The darkness had brought us together and we were each getting what we needed. My cock was hard again and hands were grabbing at it. The sensation didn’t compare to the feeling of being fucked, even as my ass relaxed that little bit that it took for its resistance to go away and for the cock inside me to pound even deeper into my guts. I was standing almost on my tiptoes as each thrust from the taller man drove me upward. “I want your--” “Shut up,” he growled. His other hand went over my mouth. The arm around my chest slid all the way up to my neck and now I really was afraid I wouldn’t be able to breath. He pumped even harder into me and I yelped again. “Shut up!” he shouted into my ear. Some guys fuck like a rabbit, quick almost spasmodic pumps. This guy was more like a hammer, drawing back carefully before coming back hard. He was crushing my prostate and my cock was leaking as it bounced uselessly in front of me. Someone seemed to notice and tried to blow me but the fuck I was getting meant my groin bounced off his head and he stopped. There were hands on my torso, touching me as if somehow they could absorb some of the power of this fuck. I never would have tolerated being used like this after a date or on a hookup. But here, in a room full of men, I was ready. All the shame I had ever felt about my desires, all the guilt that had haunted me for wanting to have sex with men, to taste their cum, to have them inside of me: these things required that I be fucked raw in the dark. Hammer man was cursing in my ear now. “Fuck. Shit. Jesus. Fuck!” I moaned and without stopping his cursing, he tightened his arm. He really was cutting off some of my air now. I could have panicked. I almost panicked. I would have panicked except that he began to shake. He arched his back, pulling me up off the floor completely, and roared as he came violently inside me in a series of short spasms. After just a moment his hand came off of my mouth, and his arm fell away from my neck. I gasped for air for a moment but then his dick slipped out of my hole and he was turning me around and kissing me, holding both sides of my head as he invaded my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him--he really was hairy everywhere--and embraced the first man to breed my hole. With surprising tenderness, he broke off the kiss, patted my cheek, and slipped away into the crowd and the darkness. I never found out who he was. I reached back to my tender hole. I could feel cum running out of it and I wiped some up with my finger and brought it to my lips, savoring it. I imagined that some of it was his and some was the cum from the anonymous men who had fucked Michael. Then there was another hand on my ass and a face pressed close to my ear and a voice asking, “Let me eat your ass.” --- Felix texted me the next day and invited himself over, teasing me about how I lived right on top of the alley. We didn’t fuck, we just talked and I told him about how I had taken only one more load the night before, in that same dark room, from a guy who had seemed incredibly tense and had shot inside me in less than 2 minutes. I’d been fucked by two other guys who didn’t cum, and I’d fucked several myself without cumming, including a dude with a PA. “Might have been Drew,” Felix said. “He only gets fucked when it's a dark room. But then he always gets fucked when it’s a dark room.” It took me a while to admit that the party had been my first raw fuck as a bottom. I wasn’t only going to bottom: fucking ass was hot! But I was not going to be afraid to go after what I wanted, when I wanted. The party had changed that, changed me. “Dove in at the deep end of the pool,” I said. And Felix pointed out that was really the best place because the shallow end was a pretty stupid place to dive. Smartass.

Part 4 I turned my head to look at the man who was invading my hole. He was striking. Drew was a boyishly handsome, late 40s man with vivid green eyes. He reminded me instantly of an architect who had lived next to us while I was in high school. Clean-cut, almost intellectual looking, if I can say that about a naked man at a sex party. His chest was covered in grey-blond hair and he was in average shape. I’m sure he looked good fully dressed and, well, I didn’t care so much about his body because his flaccid cock was sporting a Prince Albert. What would that do to me? He pulled me toward another pair of poles near the wall and I realized there were lube dispensers mounted on the wall like soap dispensers, except these were to help you be dirty instead of clean. Drew pumped out a few heavy shots and let them rest in his hand to warm up. “Always better to get fucked before you come here,” he said, casually. “Makes it easy to start playing as soon as you arrive.” When he inserted the first finger, it was the middle one, giving him the deepest access. I gasped but said, “God, I want that.” Drew leaned his face near to mine. “I might fuck you,” he said quietly. “I wanna see if you’re up for the challenge. What’s the most times you’ve been fucked in one night?” I swallowed and said, “twice,” doubling my actual record. Drew smiled. It was an evil smile. “How many raw cocks have been in your ass?” Now I hesitated. I didn’t want to get laughed out of this place. I didn’t want to spoil my chance to get Drew in my ass. But the only person I lie to well is myself. “I do lots of pump and dumps where I breed guys,” I said, looking directly in those green eyes. “Now I wanna be rawfucked and bred like I do to them. I don’t wanna keep thinking about it. I wanna do it.” “You dirty fucking cum whore.” With each word Drew pressed his finger hard against my prostate and I gasped. I couldn’t hide how much I wanted him to do this. “I saw the way you swallowed Felix’s cummy dick.” He kissed me hard and asked, “Do you eat your load out of the asses of those men you fuck? Do you swallow the cum of all the other men who have bred them?” He laughed as he saw from the expression on my face that I realized what I had missed. “You will now, I bet.” Drew had a second finger pushing at my hole and I pushed back on it. It slipped in. “Please fuck me,” I begged. He looked me right in the eyes and said, “You mean, please blow my load in your hole and breed you? You mean, please, Mr.I Don’t Know Who You Are, won’t you cum in my ass?” “Yeah, oh yeah!” Several men were leaning against the wall around us. I could tell by the smirk on one guy’s face that he had been listening. He was a muscular man in his mid-30s, with the kind of exaggerated body of a Jersey Shore bro. His dark hair was buzzed into a flat top and one arm and one leg were covered in sleeve tattoos. His cock was flaccid and stubby. Drew beckoned him over. He said, “Hey,” as he joined us and Drew quickly made introductions. “Michael here is a high-performance fuck hole,” Drew explained and Michael grinned. “How many loads tonight, Michael?” “I just got here, so only two that I brought from home.” “Whose are they?” “ Fuck if I know their names,” Michael shrugged. “Some black kid who shot really fast and a dude who said he was visiting from Chicago.” “Time to share,” Drew said. Michael willingly turned to present his muscular ass to us. It was clearly very hairy but he kept the hair trimmed not waxed. That turned me on even more. It was impressive to think that it was a receptacle for so much cum. I would have fucked it eagerly. But thought of that disappeared as Drew withdrew his fingers from my hole. “Spread his cheeks,” he told me. Michael obliged us by arching his back and I pulled his glutes apart to reveal a bright red pucker. It was shiny. I wanted to dive right in but Drew’s finger beat me to it. He slipped right inside. For a moment he wiggled it and Michael said, “What a tease” before Drew pulled out, a shiny glob of cum and mucus on his finger. I leaned forward to lick it but Drew pulled it away. “Not in the mouth, you hungry slut. Turn around.” I obeyed as I heard Drew say, “Michael, now you spread his cheeks.” I tried to arch my back as I felt two strong hands parting my ass, and then Drew’s wet, cum-covered finger was slipping inside me. It was all I could do not to grab my dick and start rubbing one out for all I was worth. The sexual thrill in my body and my brain was electric. I had the cum in my ass. I didn’t know whose it was. I hadn’t even been fucked yet and I had anonymous cum inside me. Drew slipped a second finger in again, and then a third as he used his control of my hole to turn me back to face him. He was looking at me with powerful intensity and I wanted him to do it forever. I wanted any man to do it. “Is that turning you on? Are you a bigger cumslut than you were before? You thought you were one when you got here, but I keep showing you that you have no idea how low you can sink. Is this what you want?” “Fuck, yeah!” I panted. “You’re making me so fucking turned on. Jesus, I need it.” Drew push my head down and to the side. I saw briefly that Michael had been jerking his cock while he watched what Drew did to me. It had grown much longer. It wasn’t thick but it was nearly 7 inches. And then I was swallowing it. “Get it slick, slut.” Drew said. “Michael’s gonna be your first fuck of the night. You wanna be a cumwhore, you can learn from a champ.” Michael held my head in place and face fucked me. I felt him grow harder and I had to work not to gag. After a minute he pulled out and I looked at his glistening cock. It was beautiful and raw. "Fuck me, Michael,” I begged. “Breed me.” Drew pulled me up from behind and once again turned me, so that now my ass was facing Michael. I could feel Michael fingering my hole for a second and then the head of his cock was pressing against my anus. I pushed back slightly, trying not to wince, and then he slipped in. He barely waited before he thrust fully inside me. I yelped but at the same time I felt an incredible rush of excitement. I had a raw cock inside my ass! “You’re fucked now,” Drew said to me, almost angrily. “You’re nothing but a cum dump for one of the biggest sluts in town.” He stood right in front of me, looking intently at me, even as my head bounced around from the fuck that Michael was giving me. “All these men here”--there were at least 20 guys in the room now--”they see you with Michael’s raw cock in your hole. And they can see how much it turns you on. No secrets for you any more.” “Yes!” I gasped. “I want that. I want that!” A glistening ball of spit appeared on Drew’s lips. I stuck out my tongue and tried to lean forward to lick it off but he spat it at me instead. It landed on my cheek, “You sick, twisted fuck,” he growled. “Now we’ll see what kind of trouble you can get in.” I moaned as he turned and walked away, out of the room and into the dark room. Behind me, Michael slowed and then unceremoniously pulled out of my hole with a plop. Before I could even protest, he put a hand on my shoulder and said, “Way too early for me to cum and your tight hole is dangerous. But good start at being a fuckhole, kid. Maybe we’ll find each other later tonight.” And then he walked away, too, into the dark room, leaving me there alone in the middle of the room with a wet sloppy hole and unbred.

Part 3 I couldn't stop thinking about fucking Nate in the alley and how I wished I had fucked the kid. By the time the weekend rolled around, I could not concentrate, I was so horny. I broke down and called in sick to work. Just after midnight on Friday, I was looking out my window, watching the men who were already drifting into the alley. I was surprised, since a lot of the restaurants were still open and staff was coming and going, putting out trash, taking a smoke break. And then I realized that there was no way all these guys were cruising that alley at that hour. Maybe 30 men had walked by. Where could they have gone? Investigating was all the excuse I needed. I slipped into a pair of jeans, motorcycle boots, and a wife-beater and headed downstairs, calm, confident, and horned up. Blow-job Bear was not in his usual position, but I guessed it was too early, a little past 12:30. Then, as I approached the spot near the abandoned storefront where I had fucked Nate and fingered the kid, I saw him. He was standing beside a door into the storefront. Red light leaked from around the doorframe and I could hear a throb of bass. Jesus Christ, there was a club here? The bear looked at me, the first time he had looked me in the eyes, and jerked a thumb toward the door. I walked over. “What’s up?” I asked. “Private gathering. You might like it. No admission.” “Nice of somebody to throw a party like that.” “I’ve seen you here. You could have a good time. Check it out.” He reached over and pulled the door open. The light and the sound poured out into the street and I stepped inside. The red light filled the first room, which had no furniture, no decoration. Three doorways led out of it. It was hard to make out what lay through any of them; it seemed like only the red light illuminated them. I chose right. It was a hallway. I took a few steps and stopped, letting my eyes adjust. The music seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. I took a few more steps forward and realized I could see a doorway of some kind another fifteen or so feet ahead. I walked carefully toward it and stepped into a large room. It was lit by the faint light of a large screen showing raw porn. Five or six men stood around the room, several of them paired off and making out. I knew that if I stayed and watched, I could probably join in some kind of action. But I wanted to know what else this place held and there was another doorway directly across the room. It turned out to be a stair and in the faintest of light I made my way carefully down below street level. The light here was so much less than upstairs. I could hear much more than I could see, the wet, sloppy sounds of men fucking and sucking. I edged to my right and found the wall. At the same time I bumped into someone. A strong hand gripped my wrist. I started to whisper a “sorry, man” when the other hand pulled mine to a thick cock. Partly engorged but not fully hard, it was slick already--saliva? Lube?--and I automatically began to stroke it. The man’s other hand gripped my head, pulled it forward and I was being kissed, hard, invasively. I felt another body pressing against me from the right and someone else was massaging my crotch. The cock in my hand had a heavy foreskin and although I could not see it, and I could not really see anything of them men beside me, touching me. I started to drop to my knees. The man kissing me sensed this and held me in place. He was taller than I was and the tight skin of his groin told me he was fit, whoever he was. He seemed to be naked. The hand on my crotch was moving up and down my body, playing with my nipples before moving back to rub my now fully hard dick. I felt this second man press himself against me from behind. His cock was hard too and it pushed insistently against my ass. Instinctively, I pushed back against it. I ground my ass against him. “Like a bitch in heat,” I heard him say. I moaned a little into the mouth of the man who was kissing me. It was like I was bipolar. Last night I had been the one taking charge, making decisions, choosing to have the kid fuck Nate. I had told myself that I was coming here to do the same things. And now, with the slightest contact with another man’s hard cock, I was ready to do whatever these men wanted, even though I had no idea who they were. I could pass them on the street tomorrow and have no idea. I reached behind me with my free hand, eager to feel the cock that was pressing itself against my jeans. It was slick too. Had these guys already fucked someone in this room tonight? Had they bred him? This one curved upward and to the left slightly. God, how would that feel inside me? The hair at the base of the cock was dense and curly. Maybe this man was black? Was he my age? Old enough to be my father? Handsome? It was part of the unknown that I had stepped into, where the only clear thing was that I wanted this cock and the one I held in my hand and any other cock I could get. Suddenly he stepped away from me and I felt a cold absence where he had pressed against me. I reached back to find empty space. And then the owner of the thick cock I had been jerking pulled away too. “Later,” I heard him whisper. “Way too soon. And check your clothes if you wanna be a pig. Upstairs to the left.” He walked away and I stood there panting for a few minutes. I was so full of lust and there was so much opportunity here, even if I had no idea who it was with. I carefully made my way upstairs, through the room I had crossed before and into the intense red light of the entrance. And yes indeed, I saw that the door to the left led to a long room, slightly more brightly lit than the TV room, where a tall, actual black guy, magnificently naked, with sleek muscles and a mushroom headed cock, handed me a clear plastic bag. I shucked everything but my boots and handed the bag over in exchange for a tag with a number on it. The tag went into my boot, the bag onto a table marked into sections with tape. I’d been nervous stripping down in front of this incredibly hot guy. He was polite, if not friendly, and didn’t seem to give me a look that wasn’t business like. I kept telling myself that this was just like the gym and I was heading for the showers but my dick didn't know what to do. Stand up proud? Hang loose? It was as confused as the rest of me. As I turned to head back and continue exploring, several other men entered the room and began exchanging their clothes as well. I recognized the sleeve tattoo on a short, blonde guy. I ‘d pumped a few loads into his ass. I’d never seen his face but he always pulled his cheeks open to facilitate entry, so I’d seen the tat. I decided I was here for fresh encounters. Back in the entry room, I chose the middle door. It was much larger than the TV room, with weak overhead lighting. There were a few naked guys here but most were clothed. I got some considering looks as I walked in, but there was no action happening here yet. I considered the “too early” comment I had heard downstairs. Had I shown up at a sex party--my first sex party--too soon? Was everyone conserving their loads for the perfect moment? I returned to the smaller room with the porn TV. Things were better here. I could see several guys on their knees, including a pair in front of a silver daddy who had a power-lifter’s body and was wearing a studded leather harness. If things were heating up here, then my odds were better downstairs. Once I had made my way into the basement again, instead of immediately sliding against the wall, I started to move cautiously into the center of the room. I could hear men around me, whispering, grunting, making the wet, forceful sounds of sex. I stood there, waiting once again for my eyes to adapt. Other than figures in movement around me, the only other thing I could make out was the faint outline of some other opening. I walked toward it and as I neared it, a hand reached out and grabbed my cock. I slipped away. I wanted to know more first. A short hallway turned left into another better lit room. The first room must have been some kind of test to see if you were really ready to play hard. Just to my left, a beefy guy, early 40s, with a hairy dadbod was leaning forward, grasping two poles that came down from the ceiling, holding on hard as someone plowed him repeatedly. “Shit, oh shit,” he was saying over and over. I stepped over to get a better look. I wanted to see the cock driving into that hole. And that’s when I noticed the guy fucking him, especially when he gave me a goofy smile even while driving his cock into that hairy ass. Friends had set me up on a blind date with Felix, maybe because we were both of us were, well, not cute. We hadn’t clicked. Enough that we hadn’t fucked. Maybe that had been a mistake. Felix was an ectomorph like me, strongly inclined to skinny, and much shorter at around 5’7”. I knew he was self conscious about his height. But he was a lot more defined than I was. And judging by what I could see, he was hung. He jerked his head at me and I took that as an invitation. I gave him a long wet kiss, doing my best to stay out of his way so as not to interrupt his rhythm. As I pulled away, he grinned again and said, “Play with my tits. I’m gonna unload in this guy.” I slipped behind him and reached around to rub his nipples. My hard cock pressed against his back just above his butt crack but he didn’t seem to notice. “You can be rough,” he said. “Fuck yes!” the guy he was fucking moaned and Felix laughed. He picked up the pace. Felix’s ass and back were bouncing against my cock and it was driving me crazy. I was twisting his nipples as hard as I had ever twisted a guy’s but he didn’t seem to mind. “Breed him,” I urged. “I wanna see you breed his ass.” That was a hell of a way to say hello. But he clearly didn’t mind. “You wanna be bred, Randy?” Felix grunted. “You want my load again?” “Oh yeah!” Randy panted. “Deep inside. Deep inside.” Three or four other guys were standing around us now. A tall guy in his 50s shoved his cock into Randy’s mouth and I felt hand on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. Then Felix started to really buck, hard almost wild thrusts of his hips. “Yeah,” he grunted, “Oh yeah!” and he shuddered then shuddered again. “You are fucking bred,” he almost shouted. He staggered back a little, right into me. Hands were reaching out from around us for his cock, but I said clearly, “Mine!” and I slid right around him and down to my knees. Gently, reverently, I took his cum-covered cock in my mouth. He shivered--I could tell he was sensitive like I was after cumming--and instead of teasing the head I let all 8 thick inches of his sloppy dick slide to the back of my throat and just held it there. There was jostling around us as another mind lined up to enter Randy’s hole. But I stayed on my knees, looking up at Felix. I swallowed gently and he twitched but he smiled at me. “Jesus,” he said, and then used my real name, not Toby. “What did I overlook? You’re a hot fucking slut.” He patted my face and pulled his cock slowly out of my mouth, then grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up to stand in front of him. “I gotta rest for a few so I can do this again.” He wiped some cum or saliva off my lips. The hand was back on my ass again, a finger probing my hole. “Oh hey, Drew,” Felix says. “My buddy wants to get fucked. Help him out while I recover.” Felix gave me a quick peck on the lips and walked right out of the room. “You’re tight and your hole isn’t lubed up” said a voice behind me. “Gotta fix that before you get loaded up.”

My experience in Egypt is that a male Egyptian, regardless of age, religion, sexual orientation, or martial status will fuck you especially if you're a Caucasian tourist..I speak from experience....Publicly the country, and due to Islam, will announce homosexuality is wrong and may lead to jail time.....but it's an open secret to fuck men....It was quite normal for me to walk into a store or Cafe and be propositioned ....Usally by a married man for himself or his son!....but if you spoke of it openly.....low you were cursed!....Egyptian men also knew how to have sex....some of the best lovers!

We drank a little bit more and Ron looked at me and then Louis before he said "I gotta piss." I knew what he was insinuating but I thought I'd have a little fun with him first. "So? If you're asking permission you forgot a word or two" I replied with a devilish grin. Louis let out a brief laugh. Ron rolled his eyes and said "Please, sir. May I go piss?" Louis looked over at me and grinned. "I got this one" he said, hooking a finger into the chain around Ron's neck. I watched the two disappear and the look on Kevin's face was much more relaxed than the last time Ron headed to the bathroom. Shortly after Louis and Ron came back, Kevin said "Guess it's my turn" and stood up. "I'll show you the way" I said as I moved away from the wall. I put my arm around Kevin and ushered him through the bar to the stairs that took us down to the bathroom. Kevin paused as he walked in and I could see he was trying to envision Ron's earlier encounter with Jimbo and the others. I kept going and walked up to the urinal. As I started to piss, Kevin took the spot next to me. I glanced over and saw an average cock with a heavy stream of pee. "I thought we'd head over to my place since it's only a few blocks from here. You up for a little fun? Or are you ready to crash?" I asked. Kevin turned his head and smiled at me as he shook the last drops of piss off his cock. "I think Ron and I both want to see Louis in action" he said zipping up his jeans. "He really seems comfortable around gay guys now. Before he'd look away when Ron and I would even kiss, so I can't imagine him getting naked and fooling around with us." I chuckled as I shook my cock off too, letting the PA hit the edge of the porcelain urinal. Kevin's head turned over to look just as I stuffed my cock back in my jeans. We talked briefly on the way back to the table and when Kevin said "almost anything is good" I whispered "just say stop if we go too far" as a reply. He winked at me as we got to the table so I thought this might get really interesting. We finished off our beers and got up to leave. A group standing nearby jumped at our table before we got 3 feet from it. I dropped a tip at the bar and gave Greg the bartender a thumbs-up and then gave Jimbo a pat on the back telling him "See you soon." It was a warm night and none of us put our shirts back on. We got a few comments from people we passed, ranging from cat-calls to "looks like they're gonna have fun." We got back to my place and once inside I flicked the lock and set down my backpack. "So, Louis. Do you remember the main rule I have at my place?" I asked. Louis looked back at me and grinned "Uh, something about being naked whenever possible, I think." I had to chuckle since before I could say "mmhmm" both Ron and Kevin had their shoes off. Louis and I had boots on, so before we could get those off, our guests were naked. By the time I got my jeans off, Louis was leading the other two into my bedroom. When I walked in, Ron was on the bed on all fours with Louis and Kevin standing at the edge. They both had their cocks in their hands and were slapping their meat on his cheeks or dragging them across his lips. I stood there and watched for a minute waiting to see who Ron took in his mouth first. His tongue flicked over each cock several times before he finally swallowed Louis' rigid cock. My own shaft was completely hard and I was weighing my options as I watched Ron suck. In the end, I decided to let Louis and Kevin take Ron's mouth and I'd make use of his pale, smooth ass. Climbing behind him, I grabbed each butt cheek and spread them apart. I heard Ron yelp before Louis grabbed his head firmly and then shoved his dick in deeper. I gave Louis and Kevin a wink and then buried my face in Ron's ass. He must have liked my bushy beard on his smooth ass cheeks and my tongue lapping at his taint and hole since he was soon pushing back on my face. It didn't take much longer and he was rocking back and forth with my tongue following his hole. I sensed a short pause and he went back to pushing back on my face and then swallowing down the next cock. We went on like this for fifteen or so minutes and my beard was soaked with spit as was Ron's hole, inside and out. My cock wanted in on the fun too so I moved closer and rubbed the shaft along Ron's crack. Louis pulled his cock out of Ron's mouth and smiled at me. Kevin pushed his shaft into Ron's mouth and started to slowly fuck it. Louis moved behind Kevin and whispered something in his ear as I lined my cock up to Ron's hole. I rested the piercing on his hole a moment while I gripped his hips firmly. It only took a little pressure and my bare cock was sliding into the spit soaked tunnel. The moan he gave out was muffled by his partner's cock which was stuffed into his mouth and throat. Looking up, all I saw was Kevin with his hand on the back of Ron's head. Kevin's head was leaned back, a smile across his face and his eyes were closed. A few moments later, I saw Louis' hands wrap around Kevin's hips and realized he was on his knees rimming Kevin's ass. From the little moans and expressions on his face, Kevin was obviously liking what was happening. I gave Ron half my cock before retreating until just the head was inside. Slowly I built up more length and speed. Ron's hole felt really good and there was just the right amount of spit and then precum to keep the friction level high enough to be pleasurable and yet not too much to wear Ron's hole out. About five minutes after I had penetrated Ron, I saw Louis' head pop over Kevin's shoulders. Louis' arms wrapped around the sides of Kevin's torso and suddenly Kevin's eyes got big as his mouth opened up. I'd seen this look many times before and knew that Louis was now inside Kevin's hole. "Oh fuck... Go easy man" Kevin said breathlessly. I watched Louis back away before reaching over and grabbing the lube off the nightstand. A squirt on his dick and another couple were applied to Kevin's hole and Louis was back inside. Ron never stopped sucking his partner's cock and I kept fucking him, but I'm sure he knew when Louis was able to start properly drilling Kevin. We got the rhythm right after a few tries and Louis was plowing into Kevin as I was pulling back on Ron. For fun, I'd occasionally shove in when Louis was and we'd get Ron totally stuffed with cock. He never complained and I think he actually liked it. I grabbed the chain around his neck when I started to get close, but never hard enough to pull him off of Kevin's cock. I looked up at Louis and nodded at him before I heard him start to plow faster. Group fucks are hard to get the timing right for simultaneous orgasms so I was hoping to at least get Louis and I to shoot together. I slowed down a little to delay my shot and once I got the nod from Louis, we both began to fill our bottoms with cum. I growled out first, with Louis grunting a few seconds later. I was almost done with the last rope of cum when Kevin yelled out "Oh fuck" and I watched him fill Ron's mouth with his own load. I heard Ron gag a little and then quiet down as he gulped down the warm cream. As we settled down after our orgasms, Kevin said "That was fuckin amazing. I've wanted to do something like that forever!" Ron pulled off the end of Kevin's spent shaft, licking his lips and looking back at me with a grin. Slowly, my cock pulled back and out of Ron's open hole with a dribble of cum following and running off his balls and down his leg. "Three out of four is damn good" I thought and then looked down and saw a puddle of cum on the bedspread where Ron's cock was. "Did you shoot too?" I asked looking at him. "Oh my god yes. I can't believe how hard I came. The second I felt your cock throb inside me just sent me over the edge" Ron said. I looked over at Kevin to make sure he was ok with me breeding his boyfriend and he still had a big smile on his face. He turned and gave a kiss to Louis before pulling him to the bed with him. We were all laid out on the bed, sweaty and exhausted. The silence was broken by Kevin. He looked at Louis very seriously and said "You're the first person other than Ron that has ever fucked me raw. We always play safe with other guys." Louis looked shocked and didn't reply right away. A minute later he finally said "I... I'm sorry. It just felt right." Ron smiled and said "Yeah, it felt damn good. I love getting spit roasted and to do it with you guys just made it fuckin awesome." Kevin nodded and added "Don't be sorry. You've been a fantasy fuck for way too long. That was even better than I imagined." The conversation lasted a little longer before we all drifted off to sleep, still sweaty and two guys filled with cum.

There's a guy I've been playing with for a number of years (a very sexy builder) and I still sometimes miss the cues for when he's going to cum, mainly because he doesn't make a sound. It's a bdsm meet, with him restrained to the bed, getting his big cock edged and having his nipples worked over. For judging when he might be getting close, I have to watch his face - when the orgasm is starting to build, he holds his breath and clenches his (manly stubbled) jaw - and watch the rest of his body - for him tensing his (impressive, furry) stomach muscles and straightening and tensing his (muscular) thighs. But with him not making any sound, it's difficult to know just how close he is - sometimes I want to get him close but not let him cum and there's been a couple of ruined orgasms when I haven't managed to stop in time. His cock does definitely swell as well, but that's difficult to reliably read too, as his cock is usually already at a hefty swell thanks to being bound and tied with a shoelace.

My rule is if I’m passed out don’t stop your pleasure because I was definitely Born to be nothing more than a cum dump and let him get any stress and aggression out on me....or been broken yet.......any way jjust get video so I can watch later

I’ve really horny and wanting to get fucked a lot lately. I text my married bi guy who made up an excuse to get out of the house and headed over to pick me. My roommate was home so the married guy drove us out to an empty parking garage for some play time. I started sucking his already hard cock while he sat in the drivers seat. After sucking him and massaging the head of his cock with my tongue for about ten minutes straight he told me to get in the back seat of his truck and take my shorts off. Once there he kept spitting on my hole and rubbing it in with his thumb while I hit the poppers I had brought. He was jacking his dick while his tongue lapped at my hole and he started rubbing his precum on my hole. I realized neith of us brought lube and he was going to use spit and precum to get inside of me. I was nervous about it but kept up with the poppers to open up as much as I could for him. Once slick enough and loose enough, lined up and slide in. Being loose from the night before helped and it only hurt a little at first before he let my hole adjust to him. Then he started fucking me, slow strokes that made me moan and feel his cock hitting my prostate. He stayed slow for like 10 minutes before he started faster and harder. He told me he was getting close as I jacked my dick him breathing heavy against my neck as he slammed into me as he came. He left his dick in me a minute or two before he started fucking me again. He said he wasn’t done yet and started pounded me again. Another 5 minutes and he was getting close. I started telling him to cum in me again that I wanted another load from him and to make me cum as I jacked my dick. I kept fucking me and I shot all over my shorts and his seat before he slammed in all the way and came for the second time. I apologized from cumming on his seats but he said he didn’t care since he was able to get off. He drove me home and i awkwardly had to walk past my neighbor with cum still wet across my shorts.

The guy I spent the night with last weekend text me this week wanting to have some more fun so last night I went to his place. He put some sleazy bareback porn on and I went to town on his dick. He let me savor his cock in my mouth before making me gag and choke on his dick alternating between the two. He kept asking me how bad I wanted his cum and I kept telling I wanted it bad, that I needed him inside of me. I blew him for over an hour as he edged in my mouth before he was leaking and had a good rope of precum hanging off of his cock when he push me down over an ottoman in his living room. He started teasing my hole rubbing his precum into my hole. He did this for what felt like hours slapping my ass and jumping it with his cock running against my hole. He had me pleading with him to fuck me and as I did he turned up his verbal calling me a cumslut and asking if anyone can fuck me. If I’m so desperate for cock and cum that I’ll let anyone fuck me. I was horny and desperate for his fingers and cock to be inside of me that I kept saying yes over and over again. He had lubed up and slide inside of me slowly and all I could do was moan as he finally got all the way in. He made slow strokes asking me if that’s what I wanted. I only moaned before he pulled out completely. He pulled me up and told me to follow him to the bedroom where he made me lay on my back. He pulled out a blindfold and covered my eyes before stretching my legs wide and lining his cock up sliding back in. He said he wanted me to focus on his dick and really feel him as he started to fuck me. Slow the. Faster and slow again. I lost all sense of time and it felt amazing hearing only his voice, some porn in the background and feeling his cock. My own dick was leaking as he fucked me and called me names. Finally I could tell he was close because his pace picked up and he said I was his dirty little whore and he loved sluts like me sub cumsluts. He started telling me to “make daddy cum” and to “take it” over and over again before slamming into me and letting out a huge “fuck!” It was intense I could feel his cock shooting inside of me and it felt like he had built up a massive load. He kept fucking me for a few more minutes before pulling out and removing the blindfold. We made out for a little bit and then we both fell asleep. When I woke up, he was still sleep so rinsed off in the shower and must have woke him because he was awake and jacking his dick in bed when I got out. He told me suck him so I did before he said I needed to make him cum again and he pushed me down on the bed, lined his dick and fucked me against the mattress pinning my arms down. This time was fast and hard but just as verbal and sleazy. He came much quicker but this time he pulled out and rolled me over shoved back in a few times before pulling out again and shooting on my face. He slapped my cheek and called me a slut again before telling me to clean up and go.

PART 6 The next few days went something like spend 23 hours absolutely beating myself up and being sure my life was over, and the other hour reliving the sex that had taken place and jerking off three times a day. And it was the only thing I thought about jerking off. But there was no way I was ever going to do that again. I tried to avoid even going by Tom’s place, mostly because I was just so freaked by HIV and that he had cum in me and also just because I had never acted like that, like so slutty and desperate for a guy. My resolve to avoid a recurrence aside, it was safe to say I thought about Tom a lot. I would spend hours mad that he could have done that to me, followed by thoughts of how great it was that he had done that to me. It was almost worse. I finally had had the sex I had fantasized about and it had felt SO GOOD, but I couldn’t ever do it again. I struggled to focus on school and work but still found myself obsessing over fact that I had had raw sex. And taken cum. And, of course, I felt guilty over jerking off to it, but I just couldn’t help it. At least I had that, I would tell myself. Five days. Not even a week. I had been at school and then work and it was Friday and I decided to go to the Jacuzzi at the apartment complex. And who shows up about three minutes after I got in the water? Opening his robe he displayed a well-packed Speedo that could barely contain his cock and balls. "Chris, I have been hoping I would see you again. I know you were kind of flustered when you left. I really enjoyed our time we spent together. God, you were amazing.” He said as he settled in the water, directly across from me. “In fact, I was really really hoping to see you again.” I was practically shaking from the adrenaline going thru me. Part of me was so scared of what had happened, but part of me was seriously stuck on the fact Tom had really liked it and he liked me. He had been thinking about me. “I, I have been busy all week with school and work and stuff,” I said quietly. “I bet you need to relax,” he replied, adding “I bet you need to let go, let some of that stress go, let your true self come out for a while.” He had kind of slowly moved around the jacuzzi and he was now close to me. I just nodded at what he said. A recording of our previous meeting was playing over and over in my head. “I think we have had enough jacuzzi. Let’s dry off and go back to my playroom.” And he eased himself out of the jacuzzi his half hard cock pressing his suit out. I stared. And then followed. I knew what it meant going back there. And I was going anyway, after all I had said to myself. It was that easy for him to get me. We walked silently back to his place. As soon as we were in the door he suggested "Let’s just leave our suits down here,” as he stripped off what little he was wearing. I followed suit. Ten seconds in his house and I was naked. I followed him up the stairs into his play room. Shutting the door he stepped over to the entertainment center and inserted a video as I took a seat on the bed. As the video flickered through the opening credit, Tom joined me on the bed, his tongue invading my mouth. “I jerked off every day thinking about you and your sexy body and little boyhole,” he whispered. "I jerked off so many times thinking about you," I admitted, adding "I know I shouldn’t do this but I want to so badly,” I whispered through our kiss. "Shhhhh. Don’t worry, baby boy. This is your playroom. Your place to be your true self and to do what you want to do. What you need to do. And my baby boy needs his hole fucked again doesn’t he?” Tom whispered, his inches from mine. Unbidden, my had was already stroking his cock, which, I thought, felt like steel. “I want you to fuck me so bad,” I blurted out, surprising myself. But it was true. What had been a want these last few days was now a need. Tom was so hot. His cock was so fucking big and perfect. And he wanted me just as much I could tell. Looking me in the eyes, he asked me the question of which I was afraid "And what about my cum: Are you gonna take my cum again?” His cock leaking precum in my hand, the heat of his body, his smell. It all pushed me to the edge, where I was just his. And I was my true self. And my true self knew that every thought I had had about Tom always ended with him cumming in me. “I want your cum. I want you to fuck me like last time until you cum in me. In my hole, “ I replied. Just like that, I had somehow ended up in his room. And this time, he knew right away that my ass was his to use. And the cum. I was trembling still, a ball of horninss and nerves. This super hot guy was HIV positive, and he had a huge cock that was rock hard. And I had basically just asked him to fuck me and fill me up with sperm. And this time, cock hunger won out quicker than fear as I slid down to my knees and opened my mouth wide, ready to serve.

I signed up for "The Bareback Pledge" on the following website. I encourage others to do the same and help with the goal to reach 1,000,000 men who take the Pledge! http://anonbareback.com/ The Bareback Pledge I fully, and on my honor, pledge myself today and hereafter to unrepentant Bareback Sex. I pledge myself completely to fearless pleasure in the exchange of Cum. I hereby and forever refuse to live in fear and self-denial. I hereby and forever refuse the delusion of “safe sex.” If I delight in Bottoming, I commit my mouth and ass to the pleasuring of all cocks who desire to use me. I commit to being flooded with as much Seed as is possible, by as many men as possible. If I delight in Topping, I commit to using other men as my Cumholes, filling their mouths and asses with as much Seed as possible, as often as possible. I pledge myself to sluttery, wonton sexual abandon, anonymous hookups, gloryholes, gangbangs, orgies, and fuck fests. I pledge to strive towards completely indiscriminate sex, accepting Bareback encounters from any and all” Yes, bet it known, that I absolutely, and with full intent, commit myself to having as much Bareback sex as possible, as often as possible, with as many men as possible; I pledge myself to making Bareback sex more than a fetish, but a way of life. I make this pledge fully sane, in radical defiance of the anti-pleasure, “safe sex” delusion I’ve been taught. And I fully pledge to do my best towards inspiring others to do the same. NAME/HANDLE ______Pete M_____________________ DATE___11/25/2013_________________

It was a beautiful summer day in rural northwest Georgia. Jay had rushed through his chores on the family dairy farm, anxious to enjoy the rest of this glorious day without the restraints of the normal grind of agricultural life. The fences were fixed, it was too soon to start cutting hay and pending any farm auctions that his dad failed to mention, Jay would have the day to himself. He rushed back to the house to change into some fresh jeans and a t-shirt and grabbed his bike. Soon he was coasting on the down the road with the wind in his face and the promise of a nice dip in the swimming hole a mile further in the valley below their farm. As he approached the swimming hole he could hear the inviting sounds of the water spilling from the culvert into the waiting pool. He stashed his bike in the roadside underbrush and was soon sliding down the bank and peeling out of his shirt. Jay was a handsome young man. Having just turned 18, he wished his body would catch up with his adult age. He was thin but solid, five foot ten, red cropped hair and blue eyes that were as deep as the perfect sky above him. He was probably 140 pounds soaking wet and he longed to be more bulked up like the man he felt he was. Jay was a smooth and his stomach was flat as the smooth slate rocks at the bottom of the swimming hole. His arms and legs were lean and strong from the work that he performed around the farm. He was soon under the shelter of the culvert where a person could stand without hitting the top of the tall and wide metal spiral that gave way to the watercourse of the creek that ran under the road above. It was a perfect place for a swimming hole as the water would pour from the culvert and drive an ever deeper hole in the center of the damned up water way. Jay could feel the sun on his chest and he stretched gloriously in the fresh country air, his nipples responding to the playful breeze. He leaned to remove his shoes and now felt the sun on his back. He set his shirt and shoes to the dry side of the culvert and began to unbutton and unzip his pants. He took his time and let the sun find each new inch of his exposed skin until he was now fully naked at the edge of this cave like shelter. The breeze licked at his growing bush of pubic hair and tickled at his young balls. It wasn't long before he was totally erect with the combination of the breeze and the sun hitting his white and rarely exposed midsection. Without another thought, he dived into the pool of water and immediately felt the chill of his skin going pocked with goose bumps as the cold spring fed stream surrounded him. He emerged from the water and laid back in the water and floated on his back. He laughed as he looked over himself, seeing his still erect cock jutting out like a periscope. He loved seeing his naked wet body. It made his lean body look leaner as he was impressed with the state of his growing muscles. After a short swim and a good hand scrub to remove the sweat and grime from his morning work, Jay lay on the larger flat rocks near the waters edge and let the sun and breeze dry his now frigid body. As the sun hit him full on, Jay was tempted to stroke out a load from his cut seven inch cock right then and there but the sound of chattering voices could be heard in the distance and he knew he wouldn't be alone for much longer. He trapeezed his way across the rocks and gravel with his bare feet, climbed up into the culvert and threw on his clothes as fast as he could. Before anyone came in sight Jay was off down the road on his bike and pedaling for all he was worth for the adventures that awaited him. He would take the old road that led into Alabama and then make a right to the yet unexplored side roads of what was known in the area as 'four corners'. Being a bit of a loner, he wasn't at all sad to leave behind the reverie of the oncoming kids that he could have spent the day with. Jay began to long again for the refreshment of the swimming hole as he pumped and worked his body to capture the top of the hill he now drove along. The relief to his young strong thighs and calves was wonderful as he finally made the top. Just in the short thirty minutes of biking he was already sweating and he wiped his forehead with the back of his arm as he surveyed his surroundings. Unseen to him before when he had come this way was an unexplored road that he had thought before was a driveway. Now it was clear that this was indeed a road and it led down an inviting hill and into the outside edges of the pinewood forests that filled this area. This is exactly what he had hoped to find. A new road to somewhere but who knows where? He pedaled to the head of the road and then began his decline into the forest ahead. Once again the breezes of the day whisked his sweat away and the scent of evergreens and new leaves filled his lungs. As he entered the forest he could see at the base of the hill a dog watching the road and then an ascending hill beyond this threatening guardian. He started to pump as hard as he could to gain as much speed as possible. He would need it to capture the next hill and stay well enough ahead of this looming dog. True to form the dog was a chaser and Jay easily passed him and flew up the hill beyond his territory where he gave up and trotted home. At the top of the next hill Jay relaxed again and slowed down to take in the beauty of this Georgia summer. The road flattened out now and wound through the pinewood trees. Every once in a while a chained driveway gave indication of someones summer camp. Up ahead Jay could see a sign along the road that actually stated that the road was closed. It should have been obvious to him as the road was in poor repair and there were plenty of rocks and potholes to dodge in the dark earthen path that steadily grew worse. The further he went, the worse the road became. Curiosity drove him ever further and the cool shade beneath the trees was a welcomes change from the bright summer sun on the more main roads. Jay's mind began to wander a little as he mechanically plodded ahead on his bike. At times he had to actually walk through and it was in one of these walking sections that jay noticed trash that littered the side of the road. It seemed to be someones dump deep in this wooded area. Jay dropped his bike on the roadside and began to weave his way through the scattered patch of woods. He soon found a smoked out fire pit, filled with charred wood and crushed beer cans. It was someones party spot. Jay then looked around at what he thought must be paper plates and napkins until the image of naked bodies began to form in his vision. It wasn't paper plates at all but a collection of pornography literally everywhere he looked. He leaned over to pick one up and his blood went cold. This wasn't just any porn, it was gay porn. This wasn't someones party spot, it was the scene one hell of a good orgy by the look of things. Being as young as he was, he only imagined this kind of stuff. To know it actually happened made his dick go instantly hard. In a frantic rush of excitement, Jay went from spot to spot finding more and more gay pornography strewn everywhere. Less than an hour from his home on bike, somewhere in a night long passed, a gay orgy had gone on in this very spot. He could feel the precum rise to the top of his hardened cock. Hours had passed and Jay would have never guessed it. he sat amongst the gay porn mags he had collected from the woods and goggled at page after page of the hottest naked men he had ever seen. His loins stirred for release as he read about the things they did with each other. Cocks were sucked, holes were licked and fucked. Descriptions of cum faced bottoms and alpha male tops breeding and conquering the more submissive men. Jay was going nowhere until he had gotten his fill of this glorious treasure trove of gayness. The feelings that he had felt through his younger years were now being confirmed. This was what he preferred too! He wished he could have hidden in the forest and watched and learned in person what he was now educating himself with. He was going to have to stroke one out. His balls ached for release. Two hours of hardcore eyeballing naked pages and reading about the life of gay men was too much for his young sex drive. As he turned to another page with yet another glorious naked man laid out in front of him, Jay heard a crack of twigs in the woods somewhere nearby. He leaped to his feet and ran for his bike but instead smacked straight into the arms of a man that had been watching him for some time. Jay apologized for trespassing and struggled to get away but the two dark haired arms held him fast. 'No rush to be leaving' said the man. 'Looks like you were enjoying yourself. This hard pole between your legs seems to confirm that' purred the man. Jay looked up into his rugged handsome face and just stammered words of completely unformed recognition. The man released his grip on Jays arm and placed it now on Jays hard cock and squeezed it through his jeans. Jay winced and yet felt himself melting into this mans embrace, whether hostile or friendly. The roving hand then moved to his tight young ass and pressed it between his large fingered hands. 'Nice' said the stranger, 'Very nice.' With that the man took Jays arm and twisted it behind his back. His other hand moved over Jays mouth and Jay could feel himself being forced forward into the deeper forest. They walked for what seemed to be twenty minutes. A cabin stood ahead of them and Jay could see a couple figures on the porch leaned against the wall with booted feet resting on the railings. 'Look what I found boys' trumpeted the man that held him. The two men on the porch dropped their chairs to the porch floor and stood up to get a better view. The stranger then kicked the back of Jays heels and sent him reeling backwards to the ground, landing firmly on his quivering ass. The two men sauntered off the porch and headed towards them. His captive pulled up his leg and slipped his tennis shoe and sock easily off his foot and then repeated the action with the other foot like a pop tab on a beer can. The two men coming towards them were now grinning from ear to ear. 'Nice one Bobby' they said together. 'I caught him at the end of the driveway rifling through our party favors' laughed the first man. 'Looks like he really likes what he found too.' Bobby now pulled me to my feet and pushed me over to a large tree on the side of the cabin clearing. He reached in front of me and lifted my t-shirt off my shaking body and then indicated to the other guys to each take an arm. I have never been a tree hugger but I now knew that I must have looked like one as they pulled my arms around the base of the tree and began tying my hands together on the opposite side with my shirt. Once I was secure I felt the big hot hands of Bobby probing my bare skin. His touch was like electricity and what I could see of him was heaven. His hairy arms were every bit the kind of manly arms I aspired to have. Those burly arms then reached down for my zipper and soon my bare ass was to the wind and my hard cock was up against the tree that I was now tied to. He lifted each leg in turn and pulled my jeans from me and then I was completely vulnerable and as naked as I have ever felt in my life. My head was not secured so I was able to look at all of them in turn and from what I could see they were all sold stocky well built men, two of them dark haired and one of them blonde. They all grinned at me and somehow I knew I would be alright despite what this seemed to be turning into. Now each of them began stripping. Hard cocks were soon bouncing up out of jeans and briefs, protruding out of the hairiest crotches I could have ever hoped to see. Just a few short hours ago I was seeing my first gay porn, now I was seeing it in person. Three sets of hands began fondling every inch of my body. I could feel full hairy chests rub against my shoulders or hairy legs brush against my bare ass and thighs. The warmth of their rough hands made me dizzy with pleasure and fear all at the same time. Soon they all backed up from me a couple of feet and I wasn't sure what would happen next. Then I felt the hot liquid sensation of hot water being jetted all over my ass and legs and back. They were pissing on my like dogs on a fire hydrant. The smell hit my nose like a pheromone and enraged me with lust. 'You are marked territory now' said Bobby. 'The three of us have just marked you as ours and you are now our bitch.' I trembled but said nothing. 'You found him' said one of the porch sitters, 'You should have first dibs.' I could then feel Bobby's probing hands split my dripping pissed-on ass and a single finger penetrate my hole. I was wet with both sweat and piss and when Bobby's furry body spooned up against me I could feel the end of his hard cock begin to slide into my trapped body. The pain was incredible at first but slowly I began to feel the heady sensation of pleasure as Bobby thrust in and out of my asshole. I could feel his sweat through his chest hair and its strong smell and he pounded away at my ass. After ten or so minutes of his working my ass he drove it deep into me and steadily increased his speed until he yelled out with pleasure and his balls shot ropes of seed into my worked over ass. Bobby pulled out and immediately a new scent hit my nose of the blonde guy as he took position and soon added his sperm load to Bobbys. The third guy must have been the biggest as I could feel the uncomfortable pain of stretching begin again. I was soon accustomed to this new cock and took his load as well without a word of complaint. Had I not been suspect of my own gay feelings this afternoon would have been nightmarish. As it was, I couldn't imagine somewhere that I would rather be. My virgin ass was now the property of three rugged men out in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. I carried their loads in my body and was dripping in their piss. It came then as a suprise to me that all three of them all of a sudden just picked up their clothes and headed for the cabin. I was left alone, tied to the tree with the sun at about two o'clock and me beginning to worry that I would never see home again. I tried to pass what seemed like eons remembering the events of the last hour. I had never seen such beautiful hairy men before. The blonde one was my favorite. His light hair against his tan skin was like a fuzzy peach, ripe and meaty. It made me want to pass out knowing I now carried that hot blondes spunk inside me like the bitch they told me I was. Bobby was probably the hairiest of the them and the sensation of his hairy body against me put me into orbit. The third guy was shorter but he more than made up for it with his large cock breeding me and stretching me further than the other two. I began to think maybe I needed to yell for them to let me go but somehow I didn't want to go. So I stood and waited for what would happen next. It didn't take long before I could hear trucks on the distant road. Unseen to me was a road through the woods that these trucks seemed to know. I could hear them coming closer and closer. I strained to turn and watch them approach. One had three men in the cab while the other had three in its cab and two in the truck bed. All of them were beefy solid country men from 30 to maybe 50 and it was obvious now to me why the other three had left. They had been busy collecting the rest of their party group to come try out their new bitch. Out on the porch the three came, whooping and laughing as the trucks unloaded. After rounds of chatter, hugging and back slapping the attention was now on me. I could feel the heat of eleven men staring holes through my body. I could hear them approach as leaves and twigs crunched under their shoes. I could hear the sounds of belts being undone, zippers coming down and clothes being stripped and dropped. My dick raged against the tree bark as I anticipated the oncoming scene. I felt the hot heat of piss. It was unending this time. I seemed to come from every direction. I felt my ass being pulled apart again and a new sensation hit me like a warm wave of bath water as a scruffy face buried itself in my ass and rimmed me into heady pleasure with a very talented tongue. It soon gave way to fresh air as he pulled away and then new pain as my ass was reopened for my fourth cock of the night. I could tell the afternoon was getting late as I stood there taking dick after dick. Each man came to a climax to the whoops of his buddies and the eventual breeding of my captive ass. It was as if the forest had turned to men and I was the only bitch within miles to mate with. My belly was full of seed. The sensation left me feeling like I had to piss and shit all at the same time. I had long given up and pissed on the tree while I was being fucked. Each time a cock was pulled out I could feel the cum slowly release from my well used hole and run down the inside of my legs. The last dick to approach my hole was Bobby. I knew it was him as soon as his arms went up on the tree again and his scent caught my recognition. Without even guiding his cock he slid into me like we were a matched set and he then gave me my 19th and final load of the day. When he was done, I felt his hairy torso collapse against my back and he kissed my neck with lingering affection. 'I know you won't tell anyone about this because I know you want more.' He whispered. I knew he was right. He then untied my hands and gave me my shirt. 'It's getting dark, you better start home' he suggested. I turned for the first time and looked straight on into the faces of the eleven men that had just given me a day in my life I never dreamed possible. They ranged from dark hair to blonde. A couple were bald and stood naked under the fading sun in all their glory. Some were shorter and one was a strapping 6' 5' or better. Everyone of them was beautiful and memorized in my mind. The blonde guy from the porch then walked up to me and knelt before me. My dick was soon enveloped into the velvety smoothness of his hot mouth. Each of the guys surrounded us and some played with my body while others kissed me. One of the bald men spread my ass and began rimming me again. Never once did they let me cum and now I was being rewarded in grand fashion as they heaped their collective sexual thanks unto my body. I began to tense up and breathe fast. The blonde pulled his mouth from my cock as ropes of cum shot three feet into the air in front of me, some hitting those that stood too close. The sensation of my pent up desire issued out of me like rushes of waves on an ocean beach. When the last blast left my body, Bobby handed me a pile of snap shots from an instant camera. 'Here's a little something to keep under your pillow.' he said. 'We are having a party next Friday at 7 and I hope you'll come back.' A picture of every man fucking my hole and candids of the guys standing around watching filled my grateful hands. 'The road is right there. Just follow it out and you'll find your bike waiting right where you left it.' said Bobby. With that he kissed me and handed me the remainder of my clothes. I didn't even bother to dress. I just carried them numbly in my hands and headed towards the road. Just before I got to the road I dressed and painfully climbed unto my bike. It was a no brainer to hit the swimming hole one more time when I arrived. The fresh cold water brought me to my senses and I let my first sexual experience wash to the back of my mind to be hidden and stored for many a night of recollection. I felt like a fish that had been caught and shown off like a trophy and then returned to its watery home. I was a 'catch and release!' Supper never tasted so good and next Friday could not come soon enough.

I'm a top only, 25 yo, and i fuck a 55 yo bottom. but what keeps me going back to him is his connection to me, when i fuck him he knows exactly when im about to cum even tho i dont say anything, i dont move faster or anything... when im closer he just knows and says "hmm are you gonna cum right?", and that drives me crazy and make me cum harder... idk if its because hes 55 yo and experienced or because you can tell when a man is about to cum... ive read here that some guys swells his penis when his about to cum, but idk if its accurate, but i just love it

1. The unseen man pulled his cock back through the glory hole and I licked my lips, swallowing the rest of his load. I sat back on my heels and looked at the now vacant hole in front of me and for a brief moment wondered how I had come to this moment. Completely naked, my head shaved, cum leaking from my hole and covering my face, my cock dripping precum but completely forgotten, and locked in this booth in the back of this bathhouse. I heard a rustle behind me and saw a fat dark cock slide through the second hole in this booth. My instructions had become second nature at this point and I got up, bent over and slide the cock into my well fucked hole. Once my as was pressed firmly against the wall, the man on the other side began to pound me. I groaned and smiled. At thirty years old I had thought that I knew myself pretty well. Through some experimentation in my twenties I had decided I was vers, not overly kinky, and overall was pretty good about condom usage. So, I how did I end up locked in a glory hole booth in a bathhouse? Good question. Sir, well at the time Mike, had been the one to change all that. As soon as I met him in the bar I knew there was something different going on. He had a power over me that I couldn’t explain, and I just sort of gave in. I hadn’t gone to the bar that night with any sort of expectations. It had been a long day I thought I would pop in, have a drink or two, toss some coin at a drag performer friend of mine, and head home. As I was buying my second drink Sir, as he is now known to me, brushed against me at the bar. I was in awe. At just above six feet tall he loomed over me a little, his broad chest blocking out the rest of the room. His face was strong and square. He had short cropped dark hair, and eyes that somehow just drew me in. He smiled a broad toothy smile, and introduced himself. I practically melted. He offered to buy me a drink and made small talk as he got closer and closer to me. I smiled and felt my cock stir as he brushed against me. Soon, he leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth. I melted into him, his big hands grabbed at my back and pulled me close. Within twenty minutes of meeting him we were leaving the bar and walking to his place a couple of blocks away. As soon as the door closed something in his demeanor changed. He became more assertive, and I became more aroused. “Strip,” he said. There in his living room with the blinds still open I pulled my shirt off over my head and kicked off my shoes. I stepped out of my jeans and hesitated for a moment before pushing down my briefs. My cock was hard as a rock and stood straight out from my dark brown bush, its full six and a half inches exposed. Sir smiled at me. “Good boy,” he said. I’d never been called boy before. It made something in me flutter and my cock twitch. He unbuttoned his own shirt revealing his strong chest, and a thick pelt of hair. His stomach was hard and flat, not an over tone gym body, the strong body of a man. Then he took of his shoes and undid his belt. Before he took his pants off though he said “On your knees boy.” I practically fell to my knees. With another broad toothy smile he undid his pants and slipped them off. He now stood in front of me in nothing but a straining jockstrap. My mouth watered. “Come over here boy,” he said, and I crawled over so that I was kneeling right in front of him. I could smell his sent, my cock throbbed. “Now you’re gonna get my cock wet and then I’m going to fuck your cute little ass. Understood?” I nodded vigorously. “When I ask you a question like that boy you will answer ‘Yes, Sir’ is that clear?” “Yes, Sir,” I stammered. This wasn’t something I was into I thought, but then why was my stomach doing back flips and my cock leaking like mad. “Good. Now lets try that again. You’re going to get my cock wet and then I’m going to fuck your ass, is that understood?” “Yes, Sir.” “Very good.” With that he pulled out his cock and I gasped. I had guessed it would be big from the bulge in front of me but I had still not been prepared. His cock was the thickest I had ever seen. Only about an inch longer than mine it had to be as thick as a soda can the whole way down. His pubes were dense and connected into the thick mat of hair that ran up his stomach. I swallowed hard. “Open your mouth boy.” I did as I was told and he pressed the broad flat mushroom head into my mouth slowly. I’ve always loved sucking cock and instinct took over. I swallowed as much as I could, slathering all over his cock. He groaned appreciably and his hands came to rest on the back of my head, pulling me closer. Somehow I knew that I had to get his cock as wet as I could, his sudden shift in demeanor told me that he wasn’t going to be providing any lube when he fucked me. I choked myself, getting spit all down the shaft of his cock and all over the head. My face was slick with spit, and it dripped down my chin. Occasionally he would force the whole length of his dick into my mouth so that his head hit the back of my throat. He was forceful, but always careful with me at the same time. I felt safe with him. I felt like even if he used me rough I would be ok. After what felt like a blissful eternity he pulled out of my mouth and head me by the shoulders. I looked up into his face, and saw that same toothy grin. “You ready to get fucked now boy?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good, now get your ass on the bed.” He shoved me towards an open door to the right, and I darted onto the bed. Without being told I got up on all fours presenting my ass towards the door. I heard Sir chuckle as he walked in behind me, “Good boy.” I felt his hands on my ass and braised myself for his cock to start pressing on my hole dry but instead I felt his tongue lap at my hole. It darted about, flicking over my ass, slowly working inside me. I groaned, as I felt my hole opening steadily. I was no stranger to getting fucked and it didn’t take too much to get me ready, but Sir was taking his time. He savored my ass, getting it slick with his spit. Once Sir was satisfied that I was properly wet, he straightened up and started to rub his cock on my hole. I leant forward, and put my face into the mattress. After dropping a big glob of spit onto my hole he started to push in. His head was so wide and blunt that my hole resisted for a long moment before finally giving way. I gasped as the first inch of his cock slid into me. He held his cock there for a minute, dropped another glob of spit onto his shaft and pushed in again. Little by little he opened me to his massive girth, and I just became a whimpering puddle. He fucked me slowly at first, adding more spit and building up speed till there was a steady wet slap filling the room. I groaned with every stroke. It felt so good. I could feel my hole loosening around him. I began to slam my hips back against him drawing his cock into me deeper. After ten minutes or so he pulled out of my hole, and in one motion knocked me over so that I was now on my back with my legs in the air. He repositioned himself and sank back into my hole. I groaned and tossed my head back. He was hammering me relentlessly and I felt my entire body giving way. My muscles all went slack and I was just putty in his hands. “I’m gonna breed this cunt, boy,” he said, sweat shinning on his body. “Please, Sir! Breed my hole!” “Good boy. Take Sir’s load.” He slammed deep inside me, stretching my hole as wide as it would go, as he spasmed deep inside me. He shook a little as he came, and the big toothy grin came back. He stayed inside me, his cock not getting any softer, but finally he was still. “Here’s the deal boy, you have a choice now.” He flexed his cock in me, “You can tell me you’re done for the night, and leave now; but know that if you do that you will never see me again,” another flex of his cock, “or, you can stay here. Just know that saying means your committing to taking my cock all night whenever I want your hole,” another flex, “So which will it be.” I didn’t even have to think, “Please, Sir, fuck me again!” “Good boy, you may just turn out to be a fun new pig.”

So there is this guy that I see at the park and riding his bike around my neighborhood. From my guess I would say mid 20s. Im not sure if he lives in his car or what, but he makes my fucking cock throb. Yes, I know he sketchy as fuck, prob bad news, maybe a delinquent and more than likely starting to use drugs (which I don’t do). But I still think he’s hot and I want to fuck him until I bust. And I’m sure he’s not getting any from a woman. How (or should) I approach him? If I want to approach him, I want to soon before he gets too deep into whatever he gets into. To make it a little more complicated, I see him at times hanging with this other dude who seems like a more unfriendly.

You had the same experiences I had....My favorite memory is being boned behind a gas station near Alexandria. Two gorgeous students and a middle age Egyptian who wasn't gorgeous but his dick was...none of them spoke English well....but lots of moans and grunts ....

At IML a few years back I went to a bb party one of the evenings. I was a bit buzzed and horny as fuck. I can’t remember for sure but I think I put my bare dick in about 20-25 guys that night. I’ll never forget at the end I was sobering up and I remember how different each guys ass felt. I bred 4 guys and took 4 loads. I had about 15 guys dick me through the evening It was one of the best parties I’ve been to to this day. I’ve still never seen so many guys breeding each other in person.

I had a long term FB who is horse hung. I could usually tell he was going to cum when he wanted me on my back and he pinned my knees back all the way. His pace would pick up until he grunted and a could usually feel his hot load emptying into me. As he recovered with his still stiff cock in me, I felt his heart beat through his cock until he pulled out.

Agreed!!!

I have definitely fantasized about it from time to time. Carrying another man's DNA for 9 months as your body grows seems kinda hot.

I fucked 3 different tranny sluts this weekend. 1. A regular filipino femboy with a big ass 2. A sexy Spanish number I picked up on the tranny street, great legs and tits 3. Some sexy blindfolded married bitch in chastity, with her wife who was also sexy In total 8 loads

No working alone

Got two more loads today from some local buds. Finally getting this fat hole loaded more

I've done it a few times as I've got a friend who is a dom top and he likes to fuck guys in chastity. Usually I've only put it on just before we fuck, but he asked if I'd do it for 2 weeks so he could try to fuck a two week load out of me. Needles to say he succeeded and that orgasm was insanely intense. Being a slutty bitch can be a lot of fun. He wants me to do it for a month with a urethral insert, but I'm just not into that. I probably will do another two weeks at some point and his plan is to have me gang banged while in chastity.

I do hope that having un uncut dick won't be a problem. I'dalso love to see a pierced dick but no one has one in greece (at least no one that I have ever met or chatted). I also want a pa hole so as for my cum to leak from there too 🙂

I have no regrets. I was very lucky to have him.

Part 5 is simply great - if I ever wrote down the thoughts going through my mind when I was in a maze, dark room, etc. at the baths, part 5 would be it.

I have the same interest. Since I won't be traveling anytime soon I am thinking this is a good time to have it done.

mine is im strapped into a sling and gangbanged bareback by a group of older daddy tops , main daddy says i now belong to him

Funny I thought all tops secretly loved seeing their bottoms struggle on their cocks. So of course it makes me harder to see em struggle on my bone. Of course getting harder and thicker doesn’t really help their cause but oh well! 😉. Always nutt balls deep, that’s not a negotiable thing, and if after a good bit of fucking I can’t persuade their deep cherry open, well then my bone is gonna taste the delight of forcing it open when I cum. Feels amazing having it finally bust around my bone when I muscle in deep to explode. And of course the reaction finishes it off.

I was concerned about this happening and said something to him at the time he started, but I guess his drive to PNP must have been too strong. Such a good writer 😞

I've had some tops say they like that I'm more ass centric when we play. Some will suck my dick and say it's the perfect 'lollipop' size to keep in their mouth.

Yeah....what next? He finally hears a guy say to take his poz cum? he freaks? awesome story...ready for the next chapter.

I'll never forget my first, started with one guy at a gloryhole and turned into a 3 way. I had a night off from training for a deployment and decided to check out an ABS in Brooksville, KS. Pretty shitty little store with 3 vid booths in the back part. I sat down and started jerking on my cock for a few minutes when I heard somebody in the booth on my right. I looked over and he was shoving his cock thru the hole. Before then I'd never sucked off or even played with another guy but I just needed to taste it. So I wrapped my lips around the tip and started doing what I enjoyed girls doing to me. Guess I was doing a good job since he got even harder so I kept it up for a few minutes before he pulled back and left the booth. Not a minute went by and he just strolled up into my booth and shoved his cock back in my mouth without a word. So there I was sucking off a complete stranger when there's a knock on the door and it swings open again, the store clerk just standing there watching. The guys start chatting it up so I realized they knew each other and probably did this before. The clerk grabbed my wrist and pulled me up and out of the booth and they took me to a side room in the front of the store with a ratty looking mattress covered in cum stains. Next thing I know I'm on all fours naked sucking off the first guy while the clerk is lubing me up and spanking the hell out of my ass. All I could do was moan around that cock in my mouth as he proceeded to shove his cock all the way up my ass. They tore me up for a good half hour, taking turns on my ass and throat while calling me their bitch and slut. Eventually all good things come to an end and they came, one up my ass and one in my throat. Then they made me beat off for them until I came and swallowed my own load. I left feeling dirty, used and happier than I've ever been in my life. Since then it's been all cock for me and I'm never going to change!

Part 4 I knew one of Steve's favourite positions for a bottom to be in, willing or not. So I grabbed the ankle restraints and the spreader bar, and quickly had Eric's feet spread wide. God, even this kids feet were beautiful! Then I attached a collar around his neck with rings that I quickly had his wrist restraints attached to. Eric didn't utter a word of protest. Steve then flipped the boy over and grabbed the spreader bar, pulling Eric down the bed untill his legs hung over the end. This way Steve could pound the shit out of him, and he couldn't go anywhere. Which is going to suck for my young prince, as Steve is a BRUTAL fucker when he's high. Steve was loading another couple of quick hits, and I decided they shouldn't be wasted when they were exhaled. I gagged Eric, and then put a gas mask over his head. After Steve took a huge hit, he blew the smoke into the tube and Eric's mask filled up with white smoke. He had no choice but to breathe it in, and it was quickly followed by another one from me. Two more hits each for us meant that was four more in total for our captive prince. This kids head must be in outer space by now. Just to be sure, I took another little shard and shoved it into the cum filled bottom. He groaned as his insudes burned again. Then Steve lined his slicked up, fat, (like I can't even get my fingers around it fat) 10 inch cock to the defensless hole before him and grabbed the kids hips. He took a deep breath, and with a roar slammed himself balls deep into Eric. The kids whole body went ridged as he threw his head back and screamed, which is exactly why I gagged him. I know Steve. I grabbed the fresh popper handkerchief and held it over the gas masks tube opening, and in a few seconds, Eric went limp again and his body sort of twitched. Steve pulled out all the way and smiled as he saw the pink tinted cum that covered his dick. I smiled too, knowing my babies were being driven even further into my little prince's body. Steve slammed himself back in again, balls deep, but this time, Eric only whimpered. I removed the gas mask, so Eric could breath better and Steve began his masterful fucking. I grabbed my phone to film some action, making sure I got some nice shots of Eric's face as his tear stained eyes winced every time Steve slammed into him. I decided to check my messages from our friends. I knew from experience that Steve's first fuck when he was high would usually last at least half an hour. I'd probably give the kid some more poppers in 15 minutes. One of the messages from Alex said that they went to a sex party and Brent was already up to 15 loads, and there were still a bunch of guys wanting a turn. He was blindfolded and tied down to a fuck bench. Exactly where he belonged. Jeffrey texted that they were at a bar, but it wasn't that exciting. Dave was trying to get this little twink to go home with them, but it wasn't looking good. I sent him a text with a couple of pics of my prince getting a pounding from Steve. I told them he was high as fuck and they should stop by later, he needs more dirty loads. He texted back with a big smiley face and said they should be back by 1:30. It was only 12:30 now, so there was plenty of time. I watched Steve powerfuck Eric for a while as Eric groaned and whimpered. Then I gave the kid some more poppers. Even with all the drugs, I know his formerly virgin ass was hurting right now. Steve was showing no mercy for this newbie. Not that I REALLY cared, mind you. And besides, once David and Jeffrey got here, that kid was going to take one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen! David had a nice 8 incher like mine. But Jeffrey, well, he was the same thickness as Steve, but a true 12 inches. Oh, and he had a big ole p.a. That kids gut was going to get torn up like nobody's business. And I couldn't wait. Finally, after fucking Prince Eric for 35 minutes, Steve grabbed a handful of the kids thick, black hair, painfully pulling his head back and forcing him to Arch his back. Steve then buried himself as deep as he could into the boy and gave him a second dirty load into his already ripped guts. I removed his gag as Steve stuck his ass slime covered dick into Eric's mouth. The boy instinctively started sucking it, probably too high to even realize it. But that's what we wanted. Then I took a medium sized metal butt plug and greased it up, sprinkling a fine dusting of Tina powder on it. This was going to make Eric's anal ring burn like fire this time, instead of his insides. Gotta keep it interesting for the kid! I waited until Steve had finished putting the spider gag in Eric's mouth, stretching it wide open. Then I rammed the plug into Eric's leaking hole and the kid whined as his anal ring burned. We didn't care, we just picked the kid up and headed into the bathroom. We had to piss and there was only one place it was going. We dropped Eric on his back in the tub. Normally, like with Brent, we would deposit our chem piss directly in his ass, but we didn't want to wash the cum loads out of Eric. They were staying in him. He looked up at us with those glassy eyes as we aimed our cocks and let go. We first filled his mouth with our two streams of piss. I didn't expect him to drink it, this was his first time after all. He would be drinking it soon enough. We soaked his face and hair, his chest, his cock, his legs and feet, everywhere. In no time he was baptized in our piss and we ran out. We carried him back to the bed and laid him on his back. In no time at all I had a metal cock cage with a urethra sound on the kid, and Steve had that and the plug hooked up to an electro box. I applied some suction nipple stretchers to his big pink tits and stretched them out a good quarter inch. Steve was a master with the electro box. He knew just how to manipulate the levels, from a mild pulse, to a surprising jolt. He had Eric's body twitching and trembling as he whined and moaned through the spider gag. I watched in wonder as Eric's caged cock emitted a continuous stream of precum. Once in a while I would lean down and lick it off his belly. It tasted so sweet. It seemed like almost no time at all when there was a knock on the door. Dave and Jeffrey had arrived.

Really hot story mate, I’ve always wanted to get fucked by Triton myself

I think I knew when I was around 10. But being a sissy faggot in the 60's would get you beat up. Would wear my moms or sisters clothes when I could. First marriage failed because I was still struggling to admit I was a sissy. Second wife, all though it didn't start out with her knowing i was a sissy. I asked her one night if we could have sex dressed in one of her sexy nighties I bought her(like most woman didn't like wearing them). The sex was great. She admitted the silky material felt great as I fucked her. After that she would allow me to wear her nighties occasionally(2-3times a month) during sex. After awhile I asked her if I could wear her nightgowns every night to bed. Surprisingly she agreed. Our sex life was really good and started to change little by little. I started wearing womans panties, bra's and pantyhose under my uniform. We were both in the military back then. She started buying me my own women's clothing to wear. Our kids would stay with their grandma for the summer. This allowed us to explore our new sexual fetishes. She new I was bi and would fuck me with the numerous strap-ons we had purchased. She help me come to grips with my inner slut.

Oh yeah, he lived directly above me in college. We got drunk together in his room and he made a move. We started kissing, making out and then I ended up having his 10 inch dick in my mouth, gagging on it. He pushed me onto his bed and started humping me and fingering my ass. Thank god he used lube to fuck me because he was thick and long. Fucked me bare over the course of two years on and off, let a buddy of his breed me too. He’s now married with kids.

Fickstutenmarkt as a red-hooded mare, if I were younger and able to travel to Berlin; My first real cumdump taking cocks and being bred; Being whored out by a buddy or Master who sets up the Alphas for me to service; Anything involving my tits and hard loaded cocks. Oink!

Part 18 - West of Tuscany It was late afternoon in New York when the flight landed, collecting their luggage and walking to the exit Savio was excited taking everything in his stride and trying to contain himself. The love for each other had grown incredibly strong over the past two weeks, Oliver had never lived so happily. The mix of Savio and Tuscany, being able to roam around dressed in shorts, the tranquillity and beauty of the surroundings and one person had all won his heart over. No matter how much he loved NY it was cluttered noisy and dirty and a far cry from what he left behind. The taxi pulled up to the swanky building off Central Park, the door man greeting Oliver like a friend escorted them in. Savio followed Oliver in to the penthouse and ran straight over to the large expansive windows overlooking Central Park taking in the view. The penthouse seemed empty without Liam who would not be returning until the weekend, he was currently enjoying a break with Brad and James in Florida. Putting his coffee cup down Luca smiled at the tall frame walking through the door of the coffee shop. It seemed like ages since he last saw Tony and instantly he thought about the amazing sex he had with him. Mark was jealous he was meeting Tony having heard all about his counsellor and techniques. Luca promised Mark that there would be no sex between them unless they were together. Despite his promise the sight of Tony still gave Luca one hell of an erection when he sat down opposite him. "I was beginning to think you were never coming back?" Tony remarked after ordering a coffee. Luca chuckled "I know it did go on but there is a reason" he started to explain. Tony cocked his head to one side "You met someone?" he asked guessing "you have haven't you!". Luca smiled "Yes, my dorm friend from university you know the one I told you about". Tony laughed "So you finally get it on with him" he said calming down "I'm pleased for you Luca". "Really?" Luca asked looking at him "I thought you might have been upset just a little". Tony chuckled "Of course I am, I like our therapy sessions but finding love is hard and I am happy for you". Luca fiddled around with the sugar sachets on the table "There is one other thing". Tony thanked the waitress for his coffee and leaned in "You want to stop seeing me?" he asked. "No" Luca replied horrified "I mean in that sense yes. I like you as a friend and someone to talk to". Tony smiled "And the boyfriend?" he asked "what does he make of all this?". Luca laughed "Oh he want's to meet you and take him to get a tattoo done" he said grinning. Luca looked up "Apart from that I am moving to Tuscany to live and work in the family business". Tony stopped smiling "You really have got everything sorted" he said shaking his head "I will miss you Luca". "Not so fast" Luca said holding his hand up "I meant it about being a friend". "In what way?" Tony asked looking confused. Luca smiled "I hope, no want you to come and visit us out there, use it as a holiday". Tony nodded "Would I not be in the way?" he asked putting his cup down. "No, my parents and me owe you big time for helping me through this" Luca said with a genuine tone. Tony smiled "Okay, of course I would come and visit I like you in or out of bed" he replied. Luca blushed "Mark is coming here on Saturday, maybe we could meet?" he asked looking at Tony. "I would love to Luca" Tony replied "I want to see this person who stole you from me" he said laughing. Luca spent the rest of the week packing and sending his belongings out to the villa along with meeting up with Tony daily, he came to dinner on Thursday with Sara and Gio happy to see him and welcome him in to their home. Gio asked Tony's opinion on how he thought Luca was doing and coping with everything, breathing a sigh of relief when he heard Luca had invited him to Tuscany whenever he wanted a break. Gio guessed something had gone on between Tony and Luca, he didn't mind as he really liked Tony despite his tattoos and quirky appearance the guy was pretty sound and sane. Friday couldn't come round soon enough for Luca standing at Paddington train station waiting for Mark to arrive. Sarah walked up and handed Luca a drink telling him to stop pacing around. After five minutes the train slowly appeared and pulled up to the platform, Luca was anxious standing behind the ticket barrier trying to spot him amongst the throng of passengers streaming off the train. Sarah tapped Luca on the shoulder and pointed to Mark walking towards them, she stepped back watching Mark pass the ticket barrier and running to Luca. Shutting the world out around them they embraced and kissed openly, tears in their eyes kissing and hugging. Sarah blinked rapidly trying not to cry seeing the emotional wrecks they had become. Finally when they managed to stop Mark walked over to Sarah giving her a big hug. Gio was making a pasta dish that Mark had loved during his time in Tuscany when they arrived home. Mark smelt it straight away and smiled watching Gio for a few minutes until Sarah asked Luca to take Mark up to unpack. Gio looked at Sarah "What?" he asked seeing the broad smile on her face. "Worried about them Gio" Sarah said "I don't know if they will manage to get through the year". Gio handed her a glass of wine "In what way worried?". "You should have seem them at the station Gio" she said sitting down. Gio nodded and sat down "Do you think we need to talk to Mark's parents?" he suggested. Sarah looked at her glass "I don't think his parents know how much they mean to each other". "See how the weekend goes" Gio suggested standing up "call the boys down for dinner please". "Did you see Mark's face when he saw what you was cooking?" Sarah laughed walking out the kitchen. Luca excitedly filled Mark in on all that happened with Savio and Oliver and how they had become inseparable like themselves. He expressed concern that if Savio decided to live with Oliver in New York it would upset his grandparents and Savio's parents immensely. They walked downstairs in to the dining room and Luca noticing Mark was a little more quieter than usual. He seemed normal enough to Luca enjoying Gio's pasta dish and referring to how much better it was eating this on the terrace in Tuscany. Sarah brought the coffee pot over and set it down on the table. "How is university going Mark you hardly said a thing about it?" Sarah asked pouring him a coffee. Mark glanced at Luca "Studying hard" he simply replied with a disinterested look on his face. "Mark" Sarah looked at him "come on your not fooling anyone what is the matter?" she asked putting the pot down. Mark shrugged his shoulders "It is okay" he replied looking at Sarah "I won't make it through the year". Gio looked at him "Explain Mark?" he asked glancing at Luca. "My head is elsewhere all the time" Mark tried to explain "I spent so long waiting I can't wait another year". Sarah nodded "I thought so Mark" she said sympathetically "You want to be with Luca?" she asked. "Yes" Mark held Luca's hand "my family will be upset, but I can't see any other way". Gio smiled "Do you want us to speak to your parents?" he asked "smooth things over?". Mark chuckled "If you can make them see sense it would be a miracle" he said. That evening Mark spent a great deal on the phone with his parents, Gio spoke with Mark's parents as well. It took time convincing them and in their hearts they knew if they stood in the way Mark would just quit university and cause a rift in their family. Gio then suggested that they come to Tuscany in late September his parents finally persuaded knowing he had a job and somewhere to live, being invited out to see it first hand helped bring them around. Luca and Mark walked in to the coffee shop early Saturday morning and met up with Tony. Mark found Tony fascinating purely out of what Luca had told him and how dominant he liked sex. The biggest fascination was the tattoos adorning his body and he made Tony explain the significance of each one. Mark looked up all gooey eyed "I want one, like Luca's but the other side" he finally said. Tony chuckled "I know Luca told me" he replied "my tattooist has kept a slot free for you today". Mark smiled "Neat" he said looking at Luca "maybe I will get to see your other tattoos sometime". Luca laughed "Enough of that" he lightly punched Mark on the arm. Tony leaned forward "You won't see them as you will be face down getting it" he said winking at Mark. Mark smirked "I'm leaking precum thinking about you giving it to me". "Mark!" Luca exclaimed in feign shock "We better go before you two start doing it" he laughed. Savio stirred in bed his sleeping pattern out of synch with the jetlag. Oliver kissed him and looked at the time, 6am he thought to himself. He too was having problems adjusting his body clock and suggested they go for a run around Central Park. Savio straddled Oliver until he promised to run slower so he could keep up. They quickly dressed and headed out in the crisp damp morning air that Saturday morning slowly jogging around. Savio loved this part of New York and couldn't stand being in Times Square amongst all the crowds, he was a country boy heart although he loved being shown around by Oliver. Even the bank they visited was in an amazing building and Savio spent the hour looking around whilst Oliver met with his personal advisor and got the ball rolling with decisions much clearer in his head. Savio and Oliver spent the rest of Saturday going around the Met museum mostly biding time until Liam returned home probably with Brad and James in tow. Savio stood at the window watching people in the park running and walking their dogs "Savio" Oliver called. "Yes" he answered wandering in to the kitchen diner "What are you doing?" he asked smiling at the mess. "Trying to make pasta" Oliver replied covered in flour "I need help". Savio laughed washing his hands "Is one thing I can do with my eyes closed" he replied taking over. "What are you doing Oliver?" Brad asked standing their putting his bag down "Finally you have come home". James and Liam walked in after Brad laughing at the sight of Oliver trying to cook, quickly though there eyes went to the stunning Italian guy standing there with Oliver who had gone all quiet and shy from the sudden appearance of the three. "Guys this is Savio" Oliver introduced him "the reason I stayed longer in Italy". Brad chuckled "Very nice Oliver" he said walking over and hugging Savio taking an instant liking to him. Savio hugged James and Liam "So how did you two meet then?" Liam asked curiously. "Well I was spending the night with Luca's uncle and husband" Oliver started saying. "Slut" Brad interrupted making Savio chuckle. "Haha" Oliver replied "then this one turns up in the morning, turns out he is Luca's cousin". There was silence until Liam looked at Oliver "Seriously?" he asked watching Oliver nod. The three burst out laughing at the irony of the situation Brad's instant liking to Savio showed through in their very similar personalities and ended spending most of the time together chatting. James immediately saw why Oliver had fallen in love with this Italian guy, he was smart and quick off the mark a trait that Oliver liked in people. What stopped them dead in their tracks was the revelation he was Luca's cousin. Brad delightfully bragged to Savio how he nailed Luca on the ship and slept with him for the night. Oliver invited all 3 of them for dinner on Sunday evening explaining the were flying to California on Monday to see Oliver's family. Liam waited until Brad and James left and walked back in to the kitchen after showering. "This is really serious then?" Liam asked looking at Oliver being taught to make ravioli. Oliver smiled at Savio "Very" he replied looking at Liam "we just fell in love" he tried explaining. Savio chuckled "Only after I fed him an apricot and kissed him" he added. Liam sat down and smiled "If your taking him to California then it is serious". Oliver wiped his hands and sat next to Liam "It will mean me spending more time in Italy". Liam nodded "I am not stupid Oliver" he replied "the way you spoke about the place with such affection". "There is always a room for you" Oliver said standing up. Liam walked over and helped Savio with the pasta "Have you brought somewhere already?" he asked. Savio looked at Oliver "Did you?" he asked looking shocked. Oliver shook his head "Not yet but I want to buy a place for us if you will let me". Liam laughed "Take it Savio he never splashes the cash around like that". Savio looked at Oliver "Is not necessary" he slipped heavily in to his Italian phrasing forgetting words. "Don't argue with him Savio" Liam said patting his hand. "I want to do this for us Savio and we will have this place as well" Oliver explained hurriedly. He walked over and kissed Savio "Then if we get married you can choose where". Savio grinned and blushed a little having never thought about marriage "Okay" he replied "Is a deal". Sunday evening Luca stood on the platform next to Mark who kept lifting his t-shirt looking at his scorpion tattoo then up at Luca and smiling. He was going back to university for the week and his parents were coming down on Friday to help him move out of residency. Mark would get a little time at home before flying out with Luca and finalise the arrangements for his family to come out late September. They quickly kissed and promised to call each other during the week and Mark boarded the train. Gio put his arm around his son and they both waved watching the train slowly start its journey back to Oxford. "You okay Luca?" Gio asked looking at his son. Luca smiled watching the train "Absolutely" he replied looking at his father "it is the right decision". Gio chuckled "Just don't keep inviting people out you are both there to work" he said rubbing his head chuckling. "I know" Luca replied standing quiet for a moment Gio looked at him and smiled "I will let Marzi and Nico know you will be arriving on Sunday". The house stood in a beautifully maintained gated estate on the outskirts of San Diego by the beach. Modest at best it was a four bedroom house at the end of cul-de-sac. California was a far cry from New York, less built up and Savio liked it better for the warmth and sunshine. He could tell Oliver was nervous about him meeting his parents and with good reason, they had never approved of his lifestyle choice and telling him he would never find real love. It was this that drove him to succeed and be able to move away, there had been many times Oliver had remembered what his parents said and he had found it hard finding that special person. Anyone he took a liking to seemed to get over attached when they saw the penthouse overlooking Central Park. He looked at Savio and smiled more contented and happy than he had ever been. Savio waited behind Oliver who was in the arms of his mother and father, happy to see him and berating him for leaving it so long to come home. He proudly introduced them to Savio but were dumbfounded when they found out he was very Italian and how they had met purely out of nowhere. Oliver's younger brother Jack appeared and looked him up and down mumbling then walking off. Jack was 24 still at home and slightly taller than Oliver and the similarities in their looks was uncanny, his swimmers build body was etched with tattoos. Oliver had never seen him with the tattoos and was shocked, more so by how rough he was looking. Oliver's older sister was married with 3 kids and she popped by to see him on her way to dropping the kids off at school. To Savio it all looked like a normal family but he felt there was something dark lurking in the shadows. When Oliver finally managed to sit down and talk with this parents Savio saw the darkness unravel before him. Jack was turning tricks and doing drugs, as long as the tricks paid well he didn't care if it was a man or woman. Jack was even more rampant than Oliver and could easily turn 3 or 4 tricks in a day. Oliver sat there quietly saddened by the news "How long has the drug use been going on?" he eventually asked. His mother shrugged her shoulders "I don't know, but he doesn't seem to be to heavily in to it". "He is not stealing from you is he?" Oliver asked looking at his parents who shook their heads. His father looked at Oliver "I wish you still had that company and could have given him a job" he said. "Have you tried to get help for him?" Oliver asked "you now rehab or something like that?". His mother and father looked at each other "He doesn't value anyone's opinion" his mother replied. "He has money Oliver" his father said then paused "where did we go wrong with him?" he sounded exasperated. Oliver shook his head "You didn't do anything wrong, he is just lazy but I worry about who he hangs out with more". Hi smother smiled "Well at least you made something of your life. We are happy you have found someone". Savio looked at Oliver "It is nearly harvest time" he said noticing the perplexed looks he was getting. "Bring him over to Italy to work in the vineyards" Savio explained to them all. Oliver looked at him "Savio you don't need our family problems to deal with" he said "but thank you". Savio held Oliver's hand "Familia" he said "we look after family in Italy". Oliver was pleased that his parents liked Savio but still thought that Jack was a mistake they could do without. His parents agreed to talk to Jack and obtain a passport for him. They met up a few more times in between taking Savio around sightseeing before heading back to New York for a few days then back to Tuscany. The two weeks had been busy and Oliver was constantly on phone calls with his bank on some business negotiation. Stepping foot inside the amazing penthouse Oliver was on the phone and Savio heard Oliver '8 million and its a closed deal' he said then waited 'agreed, thanks'. Oliver put his phone down and sat on the sofa next to Savio. "Have your finished?" Savio asked running his hand down Oliver's leg. Oliver sighed lovingly and looked at Savio "Yes" he replied feeling Savio's hand caressing his cock and reading a text message from his parents. "Jack has agreed to come to Italy for a week in October" Oliver said to Savio breathing a sigh of relief "I hope you won't hate me after". Savio moved and straddled Oliver holding his head in his hands looking in to his eyes "I love you Olly". Oliver leaned up and kissed him "Is that so... want to show me?" he replied grinning up at Savio. They both knew it was coming and it was now a case of who got who first, their crazy sex had seen them doing it in the toilets of the Met and Central Park and all over the penthouse. Their favourite place without a doubt was in bed where they could slow down and make love, not bad considering they were both rampantly sexual. Before Savio could respond Oliver had him rolled over on the couch kissing him madly, his hands fumbling undoing Savio's jeans and yanking them down. He pulled Savio underneath him kissing his neck and side of his face undoing his own jeans and freeing his cock and guiding it to Savio's ass. He giggled and wriggled under Oliver and gasped 'fuck yes Oliver' he cried out feeling the immense pleasure running through his body the deeper Oliver pushed his cock inside. Craning his neck round he kissed Oliver deeply, the steady pumping action now at work with long deep penetrating thrusts delivered with love. Oliver stared in to Savio's eyes the force of their love frightening to anyone who looked on 'My Savio' he whispered watching him nod, they kissed again and Oliver pushed in hard holding his cock deep. Unable to restrain himself he gasped and moaned pushing down harder releasing his seed deep and breeding his lover. Oliver giggled resting on top of Savio who was kissing his hand. If he could analyse sex the baffling question he would need answering is why fucking Savio was so different and always made him climax easily. Savio noticing Oliver had gone quiet deep in thought kissed him 'I do you tonight' he stated and smiled. Oliver looked at him and laughed planting a big kiss and moaning softly wriggling his cock around in Savio's ass. Oliver kissed his neck gently and stroked his face 'Marry me Savio?' he asked softly feeling Savio squeeze his hand 'You know I will Olly' he replied smiling. Savio stood in he kitchen making pasta for Oliver for their last night in town and he loved sitting there watch how easy Savio made it look. Oliver had tried to persuade Savio to go out for dinner at a lavish restaurant, Savio put his foot down and told him he liked simple Italian food and nothing fancy. Oliver had to admit and agree that his taste for food had changed so vastly since being in Tuscany. He also honoured his promise and started taking medication, his sex with Savio for now still meant he was breeding him with toxic seed. "Shame there are no apricots to pick here" Oliver said pouring a glass of wine for Savio. Savio looked up and grinned "Is where I knew I wanted you" he replied crushing tomatoes for the sauce. Oliver sat with his chin resting on his hands "When can we get married?" he asked watching Savio. Savio smiled "After harvest, my family will be too busy until then" he stopped "but after we have a big family wedding" Savio replied laughing. Oliver chuckled "You have to choose where we married" he said reminding Savio of their deal. "The apricot orchard of course" Savio replied looking at Oliver lovingly. Oliver cocked his head to one side "Perfect" he said "the place and you" he began moving towards Savio. "No" Savio said "the pasta will be ruined" his words muffled from Oliver kissing him and bending him over the kitchen counter taking his jeans down. Liam took Oliver and Savio back to the airport talking all the way that he would come and visit for long weekends as often as possible in between going to Florida. Liam accidentally let slip that he had started seeing a guy from Ocala and they were taking it slow. Savio kissed Liam at the airport and told him to bring his new man over to Tuscany on one of his visits. Luca smiled reading the text that Oliver and Savio were about to board the plane to Rome, he replied telling them that he was still in the UK and flying back on Sunday with Mark and would explain everything when they arrived.

oh, fuck, yeah. for years. would love to impregnate and/or be impregnated. also love the idea of male lactation, which is possible. I have the perfect nipples for it.

PART 11 I was huffing away on that brown bottle when Tom’s tongue started teasing my hole. Just the tip of his tongue, lightly licking and tapping my hole. Even when I pushed back, he pulled back, clearly letting me know who was in charge. However, as I was totally poppered-up, my hole demanded more attention. “Tom, please stop teasing me,” I cried out. But he just kept it up, teasing my hole, bringing me to ecstasy, but in a deliciously torturous way. “Keep hitting that bottle, baby boy,” was the only thing he paused to say. Minutes passed, my ass involuntarily bucking, frantic for more. But Tom continued teasing me, tickling and tapping on my hole, but never diving in and devouring it. And I kept it up with the poppers. And my cock was like steel. And I couldn’t take it. It was too much. All of the buildup that derived from having been awake much of the night, thinking about and dreaming of the sheer lust that the though of Tom brought out of me. The play room, the poppers, and most of all, the teasing rimming of my oh, so sensitive little boy hole. An all but atavistic part of my character made its presence known. It was my true self. My uninhibited totally man-drunk gay self, the primal part of me that needed man sex, absolutely needed it. “Fuck me. Please fuck me. Please fucking fuck me right now. I need you. I need you to fuck me, “ I gasped in a voice somewhere between a cry and a moan. I practically was crying. I had never wanted anything like I wanted to get fucked right then and there. Getting fucked was the only thing in the world that mattered. So much that I went on to add, “I don’t care if you don’t use a condom. You can cum in me. Just please please don’t... I can’t wait. I need it. I need it.” Tom was up in an instant and flipped me over on my back, while simultaneously pulling my ass right to the edge of the bed. I grabbed the pillows for my head like he had taught me, so I could sniff the poppers while he fucked me. I watched him squirt some lube on his palm and start to work his rock hard cock over. I thought the image to be incomparably beautiful. So manly looking and sexy - when his cock was all slick. I remember thinking how I would hate to see an ugly condom replace that gorgeous, greased-up flesh. Then I could feel his fingers working my hole, gently lubing me up. One of the amazing things about Tom, especially to an 18 year old high school kid, was that he never got too rough. By being forceful and pushing me and pushing me, but not hurting me, it always made me want to try more. I knew it might hurt a little but would always end up feeling great. Anyway, my hole now suitably lubed, and his giant cock glistening, it was his turn to speak. “Is my baby boy ready? Ready to feel my cock inside him? Ready to have his little hole fucked nice and deep?” Tom asked in a low voice. “I’m so ready. Please Tom!” I cried out. “If Chris really wants it all he needs to do is take three deep hits in each nostril. Then I can put this huge dick up Chris’s asshole, just like Chris needs me too,” Tom whispered in that sexy tone that made me melt. I hit that bottle and was in orbit when I felt his cock pushing against my hole. The poppers and, well, my eagerness made It a little easier this time, as he popped thru my ring. Neither of us spoke as he slowly worked his cock into me. Not even waiting to come down, I was hitting the poppers again. Soon I was being properly fucked as Tom’s cock was driving deeper and deeper. My eyes had remained locked on Tom’s. As he would push deeper, I would keep hitting the poppers, trying to accept all of his massive cock into my young hole. Finally breaking up the sound of my grunts and moans, he whispered “Chris, I want to ask you something. You said a few minutes ago that I could cum in you. Is it just because you think I like it or does my sexy boy like it too?” It wasn’t like I weighed my answer or the consequences or anything. I just told the truth. “I like it. I don’t know why but I think about it a lot. I just.... I just....” I couldn’t finish. “It scares you. Shhh....don’t be scared baby. You like it right? You like it that I don’t use a condom. That you can feel the heat of my skin. And most of all, that I will cum inside you. I think you love it, “ he whispered, his face a foot from mine. I was totally going off on poppers and had Tom’s giant cock slowly working in and out of me, with porn going off in the background, so my brain was losing the battle. “I do, I do love it. But I’m... I don’t know what... what about HIV?” I asked meekly. I already knew the answer. This was round three of raw sex with Tom. I had crossed that bridge, but was perfectly willing to encourage Tom to fan the flames. “My sexy boy, my amazing boy. Feel me inside you, both of us making each feel so good, bonded skin to skin. I want you so badly Chris. I want to share myself with you. All of me. I want to cum in you so badly, to fill you up with my sperm. So I’m in you forever. A part of you forever,” he said. And now he backed away from my face a little and started fucking me harder. “Four hits Chris. Four hits each side,” he grunted and I knew what he meant. A minute later and again he grunted, “Four hits each side sexy. Go on.” At this point he was pounding me. I was grunting and getting my breath knocked out as he drove balls deep over and over. “So close. So fucking close. Huge load baby. Huge load for you. It’s all yours if you ask for it. You know it’s worth it. You know you fucking need it. Just ask me. Just ask me for my cum,” he muttered as he pummeled my boy pussy. As if the the poppers and his cock weren't enough, his words broke me. “Fill me up. Fucking fill me up. Cum in me. Cum in me. I don’t care. I don’t care. It’s worth it. Just please do it. Give me your cum. I do. I need it. I need it,” I begged. And it was true. I begged. I begged an HIV positive man would ejaculate all the cum his balls contained into my hole. “Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah my sexy boy, my perfect little sexy bottom.... fuck yeah. Fucking close. Fucking close. Gonna shoot. Here it comes. Fuck yeah!!! Take that hot fucking sperm,” he cried out. I will admit to a flash of guilt at that moment but most of all, I was in bliss. Tom had collapsed on my body, his breath coming in heaves, my arms around him, his hard cock still inside my hole, still pulsating. Oh, and he had just flooded me with his cum. I never wanted the moment to end. Neither did Tom, as he was in no hurry to pull out. Nor did I want him to. And I most definitely didn't want a drop of his semen to leak out of my ass. I wanted to keep it in me. His sperm was somehow precious, and therefore needed to be treated with reverence. As the two of us lay there, lost in sweat, heat, cum and exertion, another thought recurred: I hoped Tom wanted me to stay. And then another very pragmatic thought crossed my mind: How many times could Tom fuck me in a day?

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

PART 7 My lips wasted no time latching onto his cock head, trying to pull more and more of his rod into my mouth. As I worshiped his shaft with my mouth and tongue, he spoke to me, saying “Yeah baby, it’s all yours. Just like that. Give in, sexy. We both know you need my cock.” His advice was driving me crazy, especially as he segued to saying “Feel how hard you have me? We both know why you want me so hard, don’t we? 'Cause your little hole needs my cock, doesn't it?” I found my gaze fixed on his eyes, even as my mouth was stuffed with dick and, if truth be told, my eyes were watering as a consequence of being choked by his cock. However, he wasn't disconcerted, but rather smiled and nodded in approval, stroking the side of my face as I continued to suck his dick like life itself depended on it. And on he whispered, “God that feels so good. My sexy little cocksucker, such an eager boy. So hungry for a man’s cock. But I know what Chris is really hungry for. And I don’t think he can hold much longer. Is my sexy boy ready to get fucked?” I finally released his cock from my mouth, only to gasp, “ Yes , yes.” With that admission he pulled me up, positioned me on my back, my ass aligned with the edge of the bed. Without being asked, I pulled my knees up, exposing my young inexperienced hole. Was I thinking about HIV? Yeah I was. But I was doing it anyway. For Tom, it was worth the risk. At least, my cock drunk mind was able to say that at the moment, as I was writhing and grunting as he was lubing my hole and sliding his finger into me. And now out came his mysterious brown bottle. “Four deep hits in each side, sex. Do it,” he ordered. I complied, remembering what this stuff had done to me when I last used it. And, a few seconds later I found myself pushing my hole out and thrusting my hips backwards, trying desperately to snare Tom's huge cock - so close and yet not close enough. I needed it. “Please!,” I was able to get out in a gasp. “Four more, each side,” he ordered again, even though I was flying still. Still I complied with Tom's order with the result I lost all control and now begged “Please, please put it in me. Please Tom fuck me!” “What about my cum sexy? You want me to fuck you 'til I cum in you?" Tom whispered in the sexiest voice I had ever heard. And I was flying. And I did. I adamantly wanted, no, needed his cum. And I wanted to make him happy. “Fucking cum in me, fill me up,” I moaned. With that Tom slowly slid into me, the poppers helping me in taking his huge cock, my ring popping open as I accommodated Tom’s raw cock. “This is the best hole, baby. Fuck, your hole is gripping my cock and pulling me into you. Feels so good,” he moaned. As he worked in and out, I could feel him working deeper to open-up my hole up. He leaned down to kiss me and I eagerly returned the kiss, my arms wrapped around him, pulling him even closer. “Feels so good, feels so good. Big fucking cock, so good,” I was babbling, completely lost now in the fuck. “Getting close. Gonna cum. You know I ain’t wearing a rubber. Ready for this load? Want that cum up in you?” he whispered. At that moment, nothing else mattered by his cock and my hole. It felt so good. Tom was fucking me deep and hard. “Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me,” was all I could say over and over. Tom’s strokes became erratic and then he almost shouted, “Take that fucking load boy. Feel that cum fill you up.” I held him in my embrace ever tighter, my mind solely focused on the thought my hole had pleasured Tom so much he was made to cum. This time, it took a few more seconds for the guilt to rush back. And he was still in me. And it felt so good. But it was so wrong. But why wasn’t I pushing him off? And then I realized I had cum. Again, it had happened. My focus was so on the pleasure of my hole, my cock hadn’t mattered. As the seconds passed and his cock softened and flopped out of my hole, I was back and forth, loving the moment and feeling so bad for loving it. Tom had HIV and now he had fucked me twice. This guy was so hot that I no longer cared if I contracted HIV. What was I gonna do?

I posted a Craigslist ad yesterday and a bi married bottom guy replies to it and invites me over his place. We email each other pix and basically set up a time to meet. Then, as I am driving to his place, he calls me to lets me know that his kids were up, and that we could just meet, and take things from there. So being respectful and peed off at the same time, I tell him that we could meet at another time when he was home alone. I am also thinking that at least he lives less than 30 minutes from me, and I didn't have to drive too far to be flaked on. So as I am listening to his voice, I could tell that he is literally in heat for some cock. I could tell that he wants me to still come over and bone him. This is now the interesting part because he insisted on condom usage, and me being the type of top that I am, I always let the bottom decide how he wants it from me. So when I get there, he greets me at his garage. He's about 5'8'' a beefy 180 pounds, light mustache and ruggedly handsome--my kind of bottom who you wouldn't ever know likes to take cock. I ask him does he have condoms, and he says no. I tell him that I didn't bring any either, and because his kids were up and there anyway, I figured he doesn't want to take the chance to hook up, and that we could just meet and hook up another time. He looks at me and says to me that we could still mess around a little if I just wanted a blow job. I tell him that it's ok, go handle your family. He tells me to wait and goes into his house to check on his kids. He comes back semi hard in his pants, and asks me am I clean. I find that question to be very interesting because not every guy is going to be honest about his hiv status or std status when he is looking to get a nut. He tells me how we have to both be very quiet because he doesn't want his kids to hear us. He also says that it has been a couple of months since he has had some cock, and that he needs it really bad. I already know that, and trying to be as discreet and quick about this whole situation. I don't undress, and I just pull down my jeans. I look at him and notice how he is looking at my cock like a dog looking at a piece of steak. Then, he kneels down in front of me and starts sucking my cock. After getting me rock hard, he bends over on his futon. I slide in his very wet and slippery ass. He makes a light grunt as my swollen 8 inch bone stretches his hole wide as I slide in deep. I pull out to wipe off my cock because his ass is too wet. When I slide in the second time, it feels much better and I slide in and out of his hole, teasing it and going very deep too. As I am hearing the futon squeak and my keys rattling in my jacket's pocket, I tell him that I need him to lay on the floor so that I can bone him deeper. He obliges and lays on the floor flat. I climb on top, slide back in. This time I start pumping fast, deep, and hard. I ask him does he like it. He says yes. Then I cum deep in his beefy ass filling it up with my two day load. I pull out, and I wipe off with the cloth on his futon. He tells me that it was good, and I leave.