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I've been a top all my life, and always enjoyed unloading in a white ass.. Also, loved seeing a white boy take a BBC at the vid store. But lately, no action for me, and getting a little depressed. And reading all these tales on here, making me horny and craving a load in my ass Toxic loaded stories, making me cum reading them... so last weekend, I set out to the xxx store.. heard it is open again, and that they are letting Black guys come for free ( some homeless that are basically living there when they need to) When I get there, it's after midnight, and after a quick walk thru - i notice the rooms are indeed full of Black guys - at least ten of them there.. mostly older, some slim, some muscular, some on the heavy side. I make some eye contact with some and head to the back room, where there is a couch and porn playing. The room is well lit, which I like because I like to see what's going on. As i enter the room, i turn and two Black men are already standing at the doorway to block my path if I planned to turn around and leave. I had no intention of that. Instead, I took off my sneakers, dropped my shorts and took off my shirt . Totally naked i sat down on the couch and waved them towards me. I started sucking their cocks, back and forth. One maybe 45 years old, around 6 foot, 220 pounds and a thick uncut dark piece of meat. The other guy, maybe 6 foot 3, 175, slim but muscular, with a long 9 inch uncut cock. As I sucked, one of them would occasionally smack my face, and both got a little verbal, calling me names. I noticed three others near the entrance of the room , all stroking their cocks. They moved into the room, to get a better view, and also to offer me their meat. Now I had five Black cocks, I was sucking.. Licking their balls, and even an occasional ass hole. Whatever they wanted I was willing to do. Finally one of them took me and bent me over the couch, First licking my ass, and then forcefully fingering my hole. I started to tell him to go easy, but then i stopped. Let him use my ass any way he wanted. As he worked my ass over with his finger, another Black guy stuck his cock in my mouth. so now I had action at both ends. It wasn't easy sucking that cock as the other guy worked over my ass but i did my best. As he started to push his thick cock into my ass, it got even more difficult. Tight as I was, he managed to slowly push it thru and fuck my ass. Other guys eagerly cheered him on. Telling him to breed my white faggot ass. Then I heard the guy fucking me say out loud, You gonna take this dirty poz dick cum aint you white boy... and all i could say was yes sir give it to me. thats what i came here for He unloaded his toxic load deep in my gut and pushed his cock in as deep as it could go . He rested a few and then pulled out... i wanted to reach around and feel his cum dripping out of my ass, but didn't have time as another Black guy took his place. I glanced around to see a younger Black guy, totally wasted ,skinny and sickly looking. He pushed his cock in hard and leaned in to my face and pulled my face back to him and kissed me deeply as he fucked my hole.. Breed me i told him.. I want your dirty load I told him.. You want it, you gonna get it he said back to me and then unloaded inside me.. Now probably two toxic loads deep in my gut and I wanted more.. Thank god the evening was still young.....

It was early January this year. I met a guy out at a bar and we left to go to his place but he said he couldn’t wait. He ended up fucking me between some cars in a parking garage right outside the bar, my jeans and underwear around my ankles.

I got fucked by a cute 29yo today in my RV while traveling through Twin Falls Idaho. He wanted me to be ass up when he walked in. So I did. He sent a face and dick pick, but when he came in I never turned around to look, he just fucked me for a few minutes and came in me, then left. That's what we wanted, to come in, fuck and dump, then leave. I never turned around to look at him. That's the closest I've come to anonymous. He had a pretty long dick. I couldn't push out his cum at first, took 4 hours for it to finally come out. At first I didn't think he actually came, but there 4 hours later it showed up. Big pool of cum came out of me.

Part 1 I was looking to see if anyone was needing a house boy online and I found one article that caught my attention. Looking for a young sexy house boy who does everything asked. Would require to move into the spare room and be a full 24 hour houseboy. Room and board are included and I need one that will be a great cook as well as a good cleaner and would be of service during all the parties I host. The biggest requirement of all is that the house boy needs to be Poz or if they are neg willing to convert to Poz. This is a house of hiv Poz men we have four men living here with hiv and one with aids and we all need a house boy that will take care of the house and take care of our needs as well when we aren't having a party. Of course this means you have to be at least 18 years of age and we would prefer you to be a total twink as well as a bottom if not vers. We will take care of all your needs as well and any you desire in the future. There is one more requirement needed for this position but will explain that during the interview if we decide to choose you. Respond to this if this will be you and send pics of your ass body and dick so we can assess you. I was shaking as I read through the article a second time and I saw my dick was rock solid and dripping as I read it. I could feel my hole twitch and couldn't move the mouse fast enough to the respond button. I gave all the info about me that I was 18 a total twink with no body fat brown hair and green eyes, a seven inch cut dick and a butt that you could bounce a quarter off of. I sent a few pics of me in a thong so they could see my ass and my body and dick and couldn't hit send fast enough. Once the response was sent I laid down and furiously started to jack off and finger my ass and shot the largest amount of cum that I ever have just imaging what would happen if they choose me.

This forum is all about sexual freedom. If he likes getting pissed on by hookers it's his own business. It's the least objectionable thing about him.

Last week at a well known wooded area near the city. I made eye contact with a long haired lad as I walked towards the bushes. He caught up with me 5 mins later when I found my spot. I had a jock & cock ring on, shorts around my ankles and my hairy hole on display. He pulled out his impressive 8 incher (I love wee guys with a massive todger), which I sucked to get him hard. A couple of blokes joined us, wanking off. Top man spun me around to access my arse. He went in hell for leather, calling me a dirty slut which turned me on even more. He asked the other 2 if they wanted to breed me, but they were happy watching and wanking. He pulled out to insert a PA, then rammed it back in. It felt amazing, feeling his PA in me. He built up to climax and grunted when he coated my innards with cum. When he slid out, the cum was leaking down my leg. He left with a grin on his face, as did I.

Toxic

I prefer as little as I can wear whenever possible.

Was visiting Fire Island for the weekend. A guy hit me up on BBRT but neither of us could host. He suggested a secluded spot near the beach and since it was late at night we’d have the cover of dark. I figured we wouldn’t have much time so I prelubed my hole and made my way to where we were to meet. He was a little shorter than me, heavyset and with an average but thick cock. I took off my shorts, bent over, placed the poppers under my nose, and took a deep breath. He pushed into my hole easily and slammed balls deep into my hole. He didn’t last long as he soon was dumping his load into my hungry hole. He left me there while I tried to put my shorts back. I started to walk back to the place I was staying as his cum began to leak out of my hole. My head was still swimming from the poppers and my hole craved more cum. I looked at my phone and noticed a message on scruff. He was looking for a hole to fill. He couldn’t host either, but suggested his backyard. He asked if I was ready for him and replied saying I had a fresh load already in my hole. I got to his place and he led me around back. He was taller and slim, and while he had a bigger cock it was slightly slimmer than the other guy. I took off my shorts, lubed up his cock and then bent over an outdoor bench. He pulled out his poppers and I pulled out mine. A feeling of warmth flowed through me as he entered my cum slick hole. He pounded my hole good, working the first load deeper into my hole. I lost track of how long he fucked me, but my legs were beginning to cramp and tire out. We both took more hits off our poppers and with renewed passion and vigor he fucked my hole while I pushed back in his cock. He grabbed my hips and shot his load deep in my hole. Knowing that I had earned his cum, I grabbed my cock and shot my cum all over the ground while he fucked his load deeper into me. Both men complimented my hole, wanting to breed me in the future. Here’s hoping.

@hungandmean is absolutely spot on. If you were born after, say 1995, you're not very likely to know what the 1980s and 1990s were like for gay men whose t-cell counts were under 100. But you should thank God every friggin' day for giving you a chance that they never had.

Actually there was a HUGE PUSHBACK. The Turds on the Board ignored initial petitions that wanted the name kept. They did their own survey and admitted they went AGAINST OVERWHELMING sentiment. 58% said Definitely keep the name and 80%!!! said they had no problem with the name. We will see how much business and Donation money they get from festivals. Those donations go straight into their organizations pockets. I certainly won't ever pay the $10 donation again. And in Chicago since they are held on streets I pay for it is strictly optional.

Very true, and I'd give the same response to anyone whose issue involved medical recommendations for those or other diseases. For instance, I would expect a person with Type 2 Diabetes to be advised by his physician to reduce sugar intake as much as possible, including carbohydrates that break down into glucose, whether or not that person "wanted" to be advised to cut back on sugar. He's free to ignore that advice, but an ethical doctor will remind his patients of his best medical judgment. Whether it's a medication or a lifestyle change isn't particularly relevant for a doctor's ethical obligation to advise his patient as to his best medical options. This is a lot to unpack, but I'll give it a shot. 1. HIV medications are not "trivial" in terms of effect on your body, but they're also not, for most people, the havoc-wreaking toxic cocktails they once were. The majority of people on most HIV medications experience few if any side effects, so I call "bullshit" on the idea that they "hit quality life just as hard as without." That may be the case for the rare individual, but that person won't know unless & until he experiences those side effects. 2. "A few years longer" is relative. A person who becomes HIV positive at, say, age 24 is generally unlikely to live past 40 without treatment, perhaps considerably less. If he goes on medications reasonably soon after infection, or when his immune system begins to show signs of stress, he could well live to be 80. Obviously some will live longer than others without meds, some people on meds will die of other causes, and so forth, but all other things being equal, antiviral therapy could well extend a lifespan to its otherwise normal length, and a shift in expectancy from (as in this example) 40 to 80 is not "a few years longer". Now, if you're already 65 when you're first infected, and you have a history of other health complications anyway, yes, maybe it might seem like not a lot of gain. 3. And I'll concede that doctors want to reduce the prevalence of HIV, because it's an infectious disease. Spread of infectious diseases can be calculated by the risk factor of a particular act (ie anal sex with an unmedicated poz person) multiplied by the rate of partner change (the more men an infected person has sex with, the greater the possibility of spread) multiplied by the prevalence of the unchecked disease in the community (if there are lots of people already infected, the rate of spread will be exponentially larger than if it's very limited). Getting that final number down - through treatment that renders people undetectable - means fewer other people have to face the choice and outlook you do. OF COURSE doctors want to see the prevalence of disease reduced - why wouldn't they? Their entire profession's existence is predicated on healing people and keeping them healthy. That's not some secret, hidden agenda. It's like saying auto mechanics have an agenda of their own to make cars run better and more safely.

6 loads today from 4 tops First top is a weekly regular - asked me to come over while I forced stayed home to get some release papers from my doctor to o go back to work COVID19 negative. I went over and he wanted his dick to be suck slowly which I savored. He’s about mid 30 5’10” 165lb white guy. We fuck once a week which is always great. He then tells me to turn around as he lines his dick whole eating out my hole. Then starts fucking me nice and long - edging himself. He commented on my wet hole and even after coming started to go for it again - cuming 2 times. load 3: 26 yo 5’11” 215lbs, came from a new random fuck that HMU on Grndr. He started pounding me as he soon as he entered my apartment and saw my ass up anon. Didn’t see him or really feel his body. Had what Felt like a 7”. He worked my hole good and dump a deep load. He did a rare thing by having me on my back and fuck me while I was blindfolded. load 4: 35 5’10 175Lbs Latino. Worked my hole and even lifted a foot on my bed to get deeper. He planted his load deep while constantly smear the head of his raw cock on my puffed up ass lips. He deposited his load and left. load 5-6: 35 5’11 210 local Filipino guy FB. My hole is pretty wrecked, puffy and rosebud out. He loves eating my hole before fucking it. He entered my hole without lube, fucking it nice and slow pulling my hole out. He then ate my hole again between fucks. Pump two huge loads in my man pussy.

No particular order 1) AS a Top for many years - in the park, bending over to suck a cock and have someone slide into me and pump a fast load into me - for some reason I feel more like topping guys all night after someone mistakes me for a cumdump lol 2) True sloppy seconds - going in right ater the previous top loaded the hole 3) Releasing some piss into a sluts mouth or ass and them not noticing 4) its been said b4 here - - No talk of status or condoms b4 you play (hotter when I know its someone from Grindr or Squirt who had turned me down for being BB only - taking me raw in a park or from another profile) 5) related to above - making a bottom beg for my Load if he usually is Condoms Always/Only lol 6) whispering I am gonna knock you up (poz ya - convert ya) or asking do you want my Poz load - last chance... and hearing a moan - sometimes makes me cum faster than a YES.

PART 17 It ended up taking three days to ge to Ron’s house. They had really worked me over and my hole was just too raw. But by day three, it felt better and i had also had three days to think about it. Three days of lusting for him when i was horny and then guilt when I’m wasn’t. Guilt at knowing i was letting him inside me raw. Guilt that i had pretty much begged him to fuck me, even after he had told me that he was hiv positive and wouldn’t pull out once he was in me. Guilt that i had felt like i just needed his cum inside me, even if he hiv. Maybe even more because he had hiv. And then the guilt would turn to lust and i would relive that moment of him rubbing my hole with his cock head, smearing Precum all over it. Him slowly working his way in until he was sliding in and out, balls deep. Balls deep. Announcing he was ejaculating in my guts, balls deep. Feeling a little stab of pain as his cock punched deep but being so proud to take all of him inside me, to know he gave me all of himself and was as deep as he could be when he shot his cum. When he bred me. I finally understood it. For Ron and Tom and guys like them, i was basically a virgin. And i couldn’t have a baby but i could have hiv. If they give it to me. And every load, every time they let go inside me and pumped their cum into me, they were giving me their cum, the seed that would breed the hiv in my body. And somehow, i seemed to want this baby inside me. But i didn’t. But i kept letting it happen. It only takes one time and i had already taken enough loads to get a room full of guys positive. But i didn’t want it. I kept telling myself that. And this inner battle kept going on for the whole three days. Telling myself this is crazy and stop now and maybe you will be ok. And then obsessing over the feeling of the poppers, of my hole all slick and wet with lube, of the full feeling of a cock inside of me, but mostly of the moment where Tom and Ron were telling me they were cumming. Of that feeling and how powerful it was mentally, how proud i felt for making them cum and for letting their pleasure override the stab of pain when they slid into me. Earning the load mattered. It mattered so much. And even though i felt ashamed when i called him, it didn’t matter. Shame didn’t matter. Ron said he had saved his load knowing i would call. It’s hard to tell just how much those words effected me. How much it made me want to be a good bottom for him. How he had saved it for me and if i pleases him and was good, he would let me have it. And i wanted it. I wanted it more than anything. Ron, who was old enough to be my dad and who had looked me in the eyes and told me had hiv had saved up his load and wanted me to have it again. And i was driving to his house.

I got hit up out of the blue on Growlr last night. The guy was about 50 miles away, but there is a lot of north Louisiana hills and forest between us. Google maps said the trip was an hour and twenty minutes. He seemed nice and had a big cock, but I wasn't going to drive that far in the middle of the night. We agreed to try to meet today. After I got off work around 1:00, I had just enough time to clean out and drive up to meet him before he had to leave to go back to Dallas (he was visiting his hometown). I'm not sure why I went this far; I think I just needed to take a drive. I haven't traveled hardly at all during the pandemic. Despite growing up in this part of the world, I actually got to drive some backroads that I had never been down before, but the drive was through the middle of fucking nowhere until I came to his small town right on Interstate 20. His place turned out to be a truly disreputable trailer house. I was very skeptical once I saw it, but I had already driven so far. The inside the trailer was cozy enough. It looked like a Grandma's house which turned about to be what it was; he had recently inherited it from his Grandma. We got naked on the big grandma couch in the living room. I sucked him to a nice 7.5" hardness which was nicely thick. He got me into doggie position and entered me slowly using just spit for lube. He moved me into several positions continuing to fuck. At one point, he started to pick me up, and I kind of freaked. I weigh about 265 which is more than most guys can manhandle. He said, "Don't worry. I got you." This guy is a personal trainer ; he just picked me up and moved me or carried me throughout the rest of the fuck. After 15 or 20 minutes of this, he shot a big load in me. I was so wet with his seed; it was amazing. I got up and peed. When I came back he was stroking his still hard cock. "Will you let me in that hot, wet pussy again?" "Can you go twice?" "We gonna find out." He put me back in doggie on the floor and began pumping my hole just as hard and fast as before. I managed to grab my poppers this time; last time we were in the middle of it before I thought about them. We fucked in this position until I notice I was starting to get a little rug burn on my knees. We moved up the couch. He pressed my face into the back of the couch, pressed down to arch my back, and went back to fucking. After 20 solid minutes of pumping, he asked me to beg for his load. A little bit of dirty talk got him over the edge, and he bred another huge load into me. I just took off my clothes (about 6 hours later), and my hole was still so full that nut ran down my legs. We will definitely do this again. Here's the most interesting part of this great fuck (may not be for everyone). This guy had once been morbidly obese. He has lost over 200 lbs. He has lots of loose skin on his belly that he hasn't been able to get removed yet. I had never touched someone with this amount of loose skin before. I always was afraid it would feel gross. It was one of the most comforting and erotic things I had ever felt. When his loose skin draped across my body it felt like being wrapped up the warmest and softest weighted blanket you could ever imagine. It was a really comforting feeling. I told him how good it felt, and he seemed really pleased. It was wonderful experience.

Sorry for the repost...just got logged back into my original account due to new phone. Have asked the admins/moderators to delete the other post. Wednesday night got a motel room with outside access. Wearing a black Andrew Christian jock strap I posted on Grindr and BBRT "anon ass up face down with blindfold". 1st load was from a 24yr old, athletic build black guy. He was in a hurry that resulted in a pump and dump. 2nd load was from an 18yr old white guy that has fucked me 4-5 times now all anon only have seen a dick pic of him. Nice thick dick that I could feel it swell up as he unloaded inside me. 3rd load was from another regular 35yr old athletic black guy that has fucked me anon around 15 times. He feels so good inside and it didn't take long before he unloaded in me. Sometimes he leaves and comes back to dump a second load, but not this time. Said in messages he can't get enough of my ass. 4th load came from a 44 yr old black guy avg build. Nice thick cock that pounded me good before unloading inside. 5th load came from came from a 33yr old black guy. Nice fairly thick dick that pounded me from the edge of the bed and bred me with a nice load. Within 10 mins after he bred me got hit up by a 20 yr old black guy, athletic/muscular build and arranged for him to come fuck me. Also got hit up by a 31 yr old black guy also athletic/muscular build that has fucked me before. Both agreed to tag team me. 20 yr old got there first and started to fuck me. Within 5 mins the 31 yr old walked in and watched me getting fucked. I motioned for him to come over and started sucking his dick while getting fucked from behind. The two switched up a couple times fucking me. They kept talking about how my hole was full of cum. The 20 yr old came inside me first. The 31 yr old started fucking me and did so for a while also talking about how full of cum my hole was and eventually bred me. That was loads 6 & 7. Damn I was spent! I think guy #4 didn't mark my ass with the marker because I only had 6 load marks at the end of the night. The next morning took one load from a discrete masculine athlete with no age on profile. Athletic/muscular build from what I could feel behind me. He pounded me for a while until eventually unloaded inside me. Never saw a face pic of any of the guys only dick pics.

I'd like to fuck Milo, but I'm too white and his husband is a shit load hotter than I am.

This is a really great story, i hope it restarts

I don’t think lesbians care/want to be included in a male sex houses. I think your bathhouses are safe

Agreed....i could eat arse all day. I especially like eating straight guys arses in restrooms/ cottages and some are literally blown away with it. I remember a straight hairy married guy in a toilet cubicle who I was sucking, i was moving further and further underneath balls, he stopped me, I carried on, he said wtf, by the time I finished, he was bent over the toilet bowl, overalls round his ankles ( decorator) cheeks wide open and my tongue deep licking his arse hole and he was groaning and I brought him off, his legs were trembling, I swallowed his load. Could taste and smell him on my beard for ages.

I've managed to forget the number of times that's happened to me. Long ago, a friend said that it's simply the perverse operation of the universe.

Heavy bisexual with a focus on cock oriented fantasies.

When I was in college a few years ago I went to Barcelona for spring break. I met these three guys in a club. One of them spoke some English and started buying me drinks with his two other friends. After getting very drunk, I went back to their apartment and ended up getting fucked by all three of them. They kept speaking Spanish the whole time I was getting fucked and had no idea what they were saying which made it hotter.

I have only done atm a hand full of times while in the middle of being bred. I do suck my top clean after breedings most of the time. I don’t when they have some big objection over it. I prefer to clean a man because it’s not only a sign of respect it gets the most amount of his dna in me.

I'm tall, over 6 ft. with nice hips and a 32 inch waist. Guys like my blue eyes and long lashes. My cock, if you want to call it that, is small. About 3 inches and thin, on a good day. My balls are almost gone from the HRT that I took for about 2 years. I have a great head of curly long silver hair that's so thick it makes lots of younger guys envious. My breasts are puffy and my thick perky nipples have been vacuumed for years. My ass is probably my best body part. It's bubbly and bouncy and its gotten deep after years of taking big cock. My hole is stretched wide from being a total bottom for over 8 years and makes for an easy no lube entry into my guts. I usually only bareback and even though I'm married, no load is refused. I've had my share of STDs but no HIV, with my last test about a month ago. It was a boring Saturday at home. My wife was working and I was tired of watching bareback porn on the internet. I decided to take a drive to bath house for a change of scenery. When I got there I signed in, picked up my towel and went to my room, which consisted of a bed with a single sheet, end table and a small TV mounted on the wall in the corner. I stripped naked and took a shower to clean up. I noticed a few good looking men in the hall and in the shower. On the way back to my room I took a trip out to the pool and noticed that it was crowded, so I hoped I would meet some guys while I was there. I let my towel drop to my knees. There were hamburgers and hotdogs on the grill, but that's not what I came here for. I turned and went back to the entrance while still dragging my towel. I wrapped my damp towel around my waist and returned to my room. I left the door open and laid on my back on the bed naked. I grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. I scrolled thru the available channels and decided on a bareback channel to get my juices flowing. I glanced at a few of the guys that walked by hoping one would stop and take a look. My hopes were answered in just a few minutes. Standing at my door was a slim guy wearing his obligatory towel around his waist. He was about 5' 8" tall with short graying brown hair. I like any age, and he looked like he was in his 50s. I didn't notice how thin he was until he stepped into my room and dropped his towel. His waist and arms were very slim, and his thighs were thin and sinewy. His cock was stiff and glistening in the room light. It looked thick and about 7 to 8 inches long. I could see his balls behind his bulging cock. Even though I never saw a man who was AIDS wasted, I guessed he definitely is. He had warm eyes and a pleasing smile. I think he either saw me at the pool or in the shower and followed me to my room. He walked over too my bed holding his towel in his left hand and stroked my belly with his right hand. His touch was warm and gentle. It wandered a bit from my belly to my tiny cock and back to my belly where he pressed in firmly and surprised me a bit. He was able to push my belly into my hips while looking into my eyes. I didn't resist and I got the feeling he was telling me that some how my life was going to change today. When he got close enough I wrapped my arm around his legs and pulled his stiff cock into my mouth. I immediately noticed the unmistakable taste of ass and I was hoping he didn't yet shoot his load that day. He grabbed the back of my head and forced his tasty cock deep down my throat, which I was more than happy to let happen, but not enough to allow him to cum. He let out a shiver and a moan and I was getting the sweet taste of his precum onto the back of my tongue. I thought to my self this was already enough. Without saying a word I rolled over onto my belly where he could get a good look at the prize he was about to have. I felt a finger slip into my pussy lips and I had to moan. I lifted my hips to meet his hand just enough so he noticed. Again I was surprised when he pushed his finger deeper and had a good hold of my prostate when he pushed forcefully and it was my turn to let out a loud moan. He must have approved because he put one knee on the bed and moved his other knee on the other side of me. positioning his cock between my ass cheeks. He pressed his wet cock into my hungry hole. He pumped me for about 10 minutes and I felt a last thrust and loud grunt. His cock pulsed his seed into me for what seemed like 5 minutes and I wasn't wanting it to stop. He laid down on my back and kept breathing deeply. I let my hands creep around to his body where I stroked him gently. I found his hand and put his fingers into my mouth and sucked them when I felt him squirm like he was trying to make sure all his AIDS seed was deposited into my body. He lifted himself off my back and told me to turn over. When he got flat onto my belly we kissed each other deeply and I was squirming underneath him. We both started to breathe harder and I eventually felt his cock get harder. He got off briefly and I rolled back onto my belly. He climbed onto my back and his cock found it's mark again, but this time we took our time and I lifted my ass to meet his thrusts. Knowing that with every thrust I was getting closer to his POZ seed gushing into my body and then into my blood stream forever. Two months later I tested POZ. My goal was met.

Fuck yes I hope this story keeps going and going. Glad you kept writing 🙂

Hey all, I just noticed I’ve been on thuis site for 7 years. And I’m still neg, so the comments above appear to be true. Although it mighs have something to do with not fucking bare as often as my hormones and hornyness would like. Sometimes I hate my Brain. I really do.

I know right?! don't you laugh when you're laying there naked taking load after load from strangers and a guy asks if you're "clean" I always tell them no I'm a dirty whore who takes loads from a bunch of anonymous strangers on a regular basis.i'm nowhere near clean.guys who stick their raw cocks in cumdumps like us should know we are likely to have at least 1 or 2 bugs

Please where is part 8?

Man, I'd love to date someone who was a huge slut. I'd get off knowing they were out getting fucked and bringing home loads to me. Bonus points if they do bb porn or sex work. Tell me how you were born to take cock after cock. So fucking hot.

No a wonton is usually wrapped meat (or some such filling and this definitely is about not wrapping your meat. I am for wanton sex with unwrapped meat (and your looks damn delicious!

I saw the same one's BearBandit posted about it in 2013. Wonton instead of wanton Bet it know should be Be it known.... But the more I think about this, I wouldn't mind having bareback sex followed be some really great wontons....which I could eat with abandon...

6. Safe as Homes Fabien watched James quickly drink the contents of the juice box. He knew that there was another 1.5ml of G in each one. Unlike James, Fabien nursed his drink, suddenly having to chug it as the Uber pulled in to the curb. "Here," the driver said. "You boys have fun," he said, smiling. "Don't forget your bag," he mentioned to Fabien. "Thanks," Fabien said. He reached back into the car to grab the party bag Tiago had given him. "Gonna fuck him up?" the driver said. "Your friend?" Fabien noticed the driver for the first time. He wasn't that tall, but he had a tight, muscular body. He had dark hair, and a thick, Arab beard. He wasn't that bad looking. "Hell yeah," Fabien said. "Rape him good." "Well. If you need any help, let me know." He handed Fabien a card with a number scribbled on it. Fabien stuck it in his pocket, grabbed the bag, and closed the door. He wondered how James would look if he were impaled on Omar's thick cock. "Where are you?" he asked James. "This way," James said, and lead him through the gates to the apartment complex. "Where did the guy live?" Fabien asked. He could see James shiver. He wondered what memory the question had brought back. His dick throbbed at the possibilities. "Sorry," he said, "I mean, if it brought back anything bad." James stopped, and Fabien put his arms around him. "It's good," Fabien said. "It's hard," James said. "I just. I don't know what to do." "You don't have to do anything at all. It was something very hard for you." James was crying again. Fabien wished his cock wasn't quite so hard. "Thank you." He pointed at a corner several floors up. "There," he said. "4F. I can't forget it." "How does it make you feel? Seeing it now?" "Angry. Mad. Helpless. Scared." "Let's go," Fabien said. "Get you in your apartment. Probably don't want to meet him right now." "No. No. It's not going to happen," James said, panic in his voice, almost like he was once more face to face with Conrad. "I just can't. No." "Where are you?" Fabien asked. "Get you somewhere safe." "Yeah. Safe." James was shaking; Fabien wondered just how much G was in the juice box. Not to mention what he had taken earlier, and he couldn't forget the booty bump. "Please. Safe." "Where?" Fabien asked. Finally, James began to walk towards a distant door. It was off a hallway from the central atrium; the hallway was lit with a flickering florescent bulb. James fumbled with the key, but eventually got the door open. The apartment was spare; it was mostly filled by bed in one corner, a worn sofa in another, and the battered table and two wooden chairs by the small kitchen area. "Home," James said. "I dunno. I don't want to hurt." "Let me hold you," Fabien said. "You don't have to do anything. You can just share with me." James nodded, the tears in his eyes. Fabien took off his shoes, watch, and emptied his pockets. James did the same, leaving his phone on the floor next to the bed. The two men climbed into bed. "I can't forget his laugh." James finally said. "It's what I remember most." "His laugh?" Fabien asked. "When I told him to stop. He laughed at me. Then just said, 'But I haven't cum yet,'" "What did you do?" "I was tied up. Blindfolded." James paused; he was starting to sob. "I couldn't do anything. And he knew it." Fabien's cock was stiff. He wanted to adjust it, but he wanted to hear what James would say next. "He knew it. And he just laughed." "Did he cum in you?" Fabien asked. "After that?" "Yeah. He did. Twice I think." "You think?" Fabien asked. "I was blindfolded. And there were other guys there too. Watching me. Laughing." "How many? Guys there, I mean." "Three? Four? It was hard to keep track." "Did they all fuck you?" "I think so." He sobbed quietly, not wanting Fabien to know just how weak he was. "I don't know. I couldn't do anything to stop them." James's phone buzzed. He reached down and grabbed it. It was a message from Tim. "Tiago said you had a bad night?" "I should answer this," James managed to say. He turned back to the phone. "Yeah. Made bad choices." "There was so much cum in your hole," Fabien said. "Earlier. When Dr. T had you open." James's phone buzzed again. "We all do that. You just have to learn what you did wrong, and make better choices in the future." Tiago continued to type. "I've got a meeting. But Tiago said you have a friend there. I'll come by your place in an hour. You can tell me what happened." "Sure," James wrote back. "I guess." He wasn't sure if he wanted to tell another person about the dicks that had forced themselves into him. "Sorry," he said to Fabien. "Friend. He might come over later." "That's cool. Just a friend? Or have you guys fucked too?" James hesitated. He hated how every question Fabien asked made him seem like even more of a slut. "Don't worry," Fabien said. "I know you've done a lot. You said you liked to party. And Tiago said he fucked you. It's cool." "Yeah," James said. "He fucked me. A lot. And.." "Yeah?" "He and Tiago shared me." "Damn. That's hot. Were you high?" "Yeah." "Did the guy give you drugs too?" "He did. More than I wanted." "That's intense. Did you pass out?" "I...I..." James stammered again. "I can't really remember. There's gaps. I don't remember. And then I do." "You don't have to remember anything you don't want to," Fabien said. "Just remember the good things, right?" He was nodding, just like Tiago had taught him; James started to nod as well. "Hey. Let's smoke a bit, ok? You already got some. I need to catch up." "Yeah, I guess," James said. He was lying down, but he wanted to get up and move around. He felt warm, and happy; there was even a bead of sweat on his forehead. His hole was itching, and as much as he hated it, he wanted to get fucked. He wanted to feel Tiago hold him. He looked up at Fabien. He had found a glass pipe, and was heating up the bowl. "Do a few hits with me," Fabien said, and then started to inhale deeply. James remembered how the clouds had tasted and good he had felt when Tim had shared it with Tiago and him. But as soon as he remembered that, he remembered how Conrad had forced him to inhale the crystal clouds. James tensed, his body twitching, remembering what had happened. "You ok," Fabien asked. "You tensed up." Fabien inhaled from the glass pipe. "Just. Memories. It's hard." Fabien exhaled. "From last night?" James nodded. Fabien smiled. "What happened," he asked. "I want to hear it." Fabien inhaled again. It was a long, slow draw. "I was tied up. Blindfolded," James said. "I could hear him. Hear him hitting the pipe. He did massive hits." "Do one with me," Fabien said. He leaned in, and pressed his lips against James's mouth. Before he knew what he had done, James had opened his mouth. Fabien took immediate advantage, and exhaled his cloud directly down James's throat. "It's so good," Fabien said, kissing James. "This feels good, doesn't it?" James nodded. "Yeah," he finally said. The crystal was warm and made his mind spin. "He did massive hits?" Fabien asked, reminding James of his tale. "He forced it into me. I was too high, too tired to do anything. I had to take it." "It's better now," Fabien said. He handed James the pipe. It was warm and smoking. "You can do a hit on your own," he said. "Remember how good it can feel?" James nodded, and let himself take a slow hit from the pipe. "That's it. No worries. Enjoy it." James felt his lungs fill. His head was filling with familiar, sleazy thoughts. The memories came with them. He gasped, a bit of smoke escaping. "You ok?" Fabien asked. James paused and held the smoke in. Fabien took the pipe, and heated it up again. James exhaled. "Just. Just another memory." "I'm here," Fabien said. "Tell me what happened." Fabien inhaled again. "He put some tina on his cock," James said. "I didn't want to get fucked. I didn't want more drugs. I told him no." "But?" Fabien said, before returning to the pipe. "He did it. He fucked me. It hurt. Like my ass was on fire." "He didn't take no," Fabien said. James nodded. "Take another hit." Fabien passed the pipe to James. "Smoking will help you. Get you in a better headspace." "Yeah?" James asked. "I just want to forget." Fabien nodded, and James started to suck on the glass stem. "Just let yourself feel good for a moment," Fabien said. He watched James hit the pipe. Fabien saw how James was staring at him. Fabien smiled, but let James take a huge hit before gently nodding his head. James held the hit for nearly thirty seconds, before finally exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," James said. "Fuck." "Feeling it?" Fabien asked. "Yeah. I am. It's. It's" "It's good," Fabien said. "It's really good for you." He held up the torch, and lit it. "Now. Do another hit. And tell me another story about last night."

In the fall of 2018, I took a trip to Europe with my best friend who's straight as they come. He's lovely though, and him and my now boyfriend have actually gotten really tight, and he knows I'm bi and had no issue with it. About halfway through our trip, we made it to Amsterdam. When we went to university together we had become essentially high functioning stoners, and always talked about making a trip to Amsterdam for the quasi-legal weed. Of course by the time 2018 rolled around and we got around to doing it weed had become legal in Canada, but Amsterdam remains a beautiful city and was still an awesome stop. Anyways, I was the one who booked our accommodation while I had still been dating my ex-girlfriend of two and a half years. When we broke up in the summer, I essentially started a massive gay slutty phase, and started trying to scheme about how I could potentially get laid in Europe. Unbeknownst to me at the time, the famous party hostel I had booked in Amsterdam was literally around the corner from the Amsterdam bathhouse. Jackpot, I thought. There was just the small matter of getting away with it. Like I said, my buddy is super accepting, but explaining the concept of a bathhouse to a straight guy just seemed like a cultural bridge I was reluctant to cross, so I decided to ... lets say leave out a few details to him. After a heavy night of drinking around the red light district culminating in drinks at our hostel bar, he was making moves that he was going to head to bed, and I decided I would as well. I was reading on my phone about the sauna until I could hear him begin to snore around 1 in the morning. Game time. I put on my jeans and a sweater and went out in the cool October air. I always get this weird mix of nerves and adrenaline when I'm off to a bathhouse, and tonight was no exception. As it happened, I was below the age of 30 so I got in half price and got a free drink with the deal. As I put on my towel and started to explore the place, this place was nice. It looked more like a spa than a bathhouse, especially compared to the gritty one in my hometown. After a quick beer to calm my nerves, I find myself in the hot tub and next thing I know I'm making out with a hot German guy in his 40's. Unfortunately, he was also a top and this was before I'd figured out the whole "how to bottom" thing, so that was as far as it went with him. Next I met a guy from Aruba, who was hot, fit, and versatile. He was in the mood to bottom, so I led us into one of the cubicles. As he began sucking my dick, he said "You're really thick... I think I'm going to need some poppers to take you." He told me to wait while he quickly bought some from the desk, and came back. Next thing I know he puts the bottle under my nose, then bends over while we're standing and tells me to pound him. I do. He's being loud and moaning and groaning, and I can hear a few guys listening in outside the door. After a couple big deep pumps, I unload in him, cumming for the first time tonight. I walk out and I'm still horny. Moving right along. I go back into the hot tub where two hot guys in their late 30's/early 40's are heavily making out and shooting me looks while they breathe. As they walk out, one gives me the "follow us" eyes, and I hop out, grab my towel, and follow them into a room. They pull out a bottle of poppers and ask my position - I'm top, the other guy is a top, and one is a vers-bottom. Tag team time. I get to ride the bottoms ass first, basically delirious from the alcohol, strong poppers, and sensation. As I'm fucking the bottom, he's sucking the other guys cock, and we're making out while I fuck him. Truth be told, If I was in that scenario again, I almost certainly would have flipped for a bit and let the other guy (and the German guy) fuck me because he was hot, but alas, I still hadn't discovered my prostate and I'm not the kind of guy who's digestive system is a well oiled machine and can bottom on the fly. As I cum, the other guy declines to top and we all get out of the cubicle. I'm thinking it's late, and I really ought to be getting back since I ditched my buddy to have piggy anon sex and if he wakes up he'll have no clue where I am. But I'm still horny and that wins out. The last guy I fucked around 3 was an older guy, maybe in his 50's but still with a fit body. He was on all fours in one of the rooms. I enter the room, and close the door as he looks back at me. "Fuck yes", he says, obviously a little drunk or high, and horny as fuck. He starts backing back on me as I'm playing with myself lubing up. "Are you going to use a condom?" he asked "No." "Good, I love to be fucked deep and feel cum in me" We spent the next 10 minutes passing his poppers back and forth as I pounded him. He clearly knew what he was doing and was taking my cock like a champ. It was the best of bathhouse sex: Slutty, raw, anonymous, sordid. The thought of that in the act plus the poppers was enough to get me there, and I roared as I unloaded my third load of the night into his ass. When I was done, I got up, thanked him for the breeding while he stayed on all fours, and hopped in the shower. I walked the block back to the hostel grinning and satisfied, and decided I would try to go again if I could swing it. I managed to sneak there the following two nights as well, meaning I went there every night I was in Amsterdam, completely undetected by my bud. Next time I find myself in Amsterdam, I think I should go back and make a few new memories. ;)

I love it when I can tell the guys fucking me are actually trying to hurt me. reminds me how they don't give a fuck about me. I'm just some trash whore they are using to get themselves off. and since I'm such trash they can do whatever they want to me

Poz. Undetectable and on meds now. I didn't take meds for almost 7 years after becoming positive, until my CD4 became so low that I was diagnosed with AIDS. Found this out after I contracted a horrible case of shingles and could barely walk. Went to the ER for it. Doctor said if I had waited just a few more days I might have died. Was hooked up to an IV for around a week. I don't get the thrill behind bug chasing or wanting a high viral load. There's nothing fun about wasting away and eventually dying from a disease. I'm glad and fortunate to not have to pay out of pocket for medications, and will continue taking them as long as I can.

I like to leave my socks on

Well give BDSMIR a try it is great!! It is what I switched to after Tumblir died! And chances are if you had favourites on Tumblir they are on BDSMIR now!!

I only fuck sluts so l wanna hear the faggot has been getting used a lot

I have often talked about blowing my uncle (father's slightly younger brother) who was a big drinker and passed out at our place many weekends. But I loved thinking about this and remembered a time when I was about 16 living on the streets of Calgary / rentboy and this real old homeless dude just up and asked me to blow him. I asked how old he was and he said 75 and his birthday and he wanted head. I was all cocky as shit and said = hey old man if you can get it hard ill suck it free! His cock was definitely avg in all ways but hard so what the hell - he came more than i remember anyone else coming and after i asked if he had pissed some but he siad he had always cum that much. Never saw him again but boy did I go deep down the rabbit hole of free sex for all old homeless guys. But thats another story lol

PEP ~ If he goes to the clinic @NatureBoy they won't know that. Stevie-boy is pretty naive about all of that stuff too. Would be very interesting if he got PEP to see if he actually would take it! If he attempted to go down that route, maybe he'd follow his desTiny and as you said; Accept the ☣️ Cum! 😈 🐷

Chapter 12: *bloodbroTher shoTs* 💉💉 As my crix bellied jaundiced stud Todd's hot piss continued to stream into my mouth, most of which I was eagerly gulping down, with some spilling out and over my chin and down my torso I began to see an abrupt change in his face. The whites of his eyes that were Hep C yellow were now glowing red with his expression becoming more and more demonic looking as my confusion intensified. Was my Meth/G cocktail causing me to become confused and hallucinate ~ Or was I actually seeing this? After just a few minutes of fucking me, guy number three blew his t☢️xic load up my NEG-cunT, slapped my ASS, with guy number four lining up to take his turn. But, before he could, Todd bellowed; - PiG ... Get up! With four loads of diseased cum deposited into my cunT, my stomach receiving it's first dose of piss, and my body dripping in Meth/G sweat, and piss too, I stood up from my kneeling position in my what seemed to be a confused and hallucinating state. I was also now a bit wobbly on my legs. I held onto the sides of Todd's torso; - Someone seems to be enjoying themselves. For someone who 'WAS' a NEG-Virgin, say what, 30 minutes ago, you are one hell of a pro of a PiG. I think we should all show our appreciation with an official welcome to the 'group'. How about we treat you to a few fresh broTherhood shoTs? You like the sound of that PiG? I was already unable to reply. He let go of me and placed my hands on the back wall for support and left the stage, where several guys all at once jumped on, and my cunT was immediately penetrated with my mouth being impaled on a Dick. This new small group took it in turns to fuck me from both ends, as this stage-spit-roast kept me supported on my feet. Todd got together his two friends Chad and Ian. - I think you two would be perfect to officially welcome him into our group with our special combined shoTs of broTher blood and tina. - Fuck YEAH. Up for sharing my Syphilis with this cute piece of MeaT *Ian replied* - Upto it Chad? Chad replied without words, just a sinister depraved smirk. Ian had a recent diagnosis of Syphilis which seemed to makes his HIV viral load jump from around the 50k mark which he had been for just over a year, to a new 220k. However, Chad was much more advanced. Like Todd the whites of his eyes were also yellow as a result of a few geno-types of Hep C. However, what set him apart from everybody else, is he was supposed to have been carrying the aggressive CRF19 strain of HIV. With an exceptionally high Viral Load of 33 million, and a CD4 of 47 I would stand no chance of leaving the building tonight NEG if he fucked me. As I continued to get mauled on the stage, Todd oversaw the eventual end product of two syringes full of t☢️xic blood, AND meTh; broTherhood shoTs personalized for me ~ The NEG PiG! Ian who was a strong sports guy got onto the stage, and got everyone to step back and let go. He lifted me up, and carried me out of the bar / stage area, and on to 'Sling Room Number 1'. He lay me in the sling, restrained me by my ankles and wrists, blindfolded me, ball-gagged my mouth, put a tourniquet on each arm, and tightened up my nipple clamps. All the while he was PrEP'ing me, my personalized broTherhood shoTs lay on my chest. If my Lew back home wanted to stop me from becoming p☣️z, well, it was now way too laTe! With a huge swarm of parTy goers hovering around me, waiting to fuck the living deaTh into me, Todd picked up syringe number 1 with Ian's DNA and inserted the needle into my left arm. He picked up syringe number 2 with Chad's fuck off nasTy potenT DNA and in went that needle to my right arm. I received my first broTherhood shoT into my left arm. And right on cue the Techno Music that I was dancing to earlier when I gave my short lived show, and that had been playing since, the volume was cranked up so I couldn't hear any other external stimuli. I started my gradual high ascent to the top of this new high, on top of my old high. I guess you could say that thanks to Chad, I was now well and truly P☣️Z! A new virus in my bloodstream, already replicating, and fasT! ☣️☣️☣️🐷☣️☣️☣️

so many times! as a bareback gang bang cumdumpster I have taken loads from hundreds of foreign visitors in the Toronto bathhouses and even more when I'm getting used in Thailand

Part 3 There really is such a thing as a person who was born to be used for sex. Before I had my Faggot, I had always assumed that if I wanted to sell someone's body, I'd have to coerce them and control them through violence. To wipe away a person's entire identity and turn them into an object for gratifying men isn't easy - there's a lot of planning and a wide variety of illegal tasks that need to happen. Faggot, however, was always a bad boy at heart. He had been living with me for only a week, and sometimes I almost find myself having a soft spot for the kid when I see how much he truly enjoys being a whore. Of course, I didn't want to go too crazy on the kid. The past 3 days he spent resting heavily, coming back out of his comedown, eating, working out, and working out some more. I had to keep the boy healthy and functional. Since he didn't have a phone or anything and I couldn't really leave him unattended for long, he accompanied me on a few drug runs. I put in some applications for him to become a stripper (unfortunately they rarely hired twinks) and a few part-time jobs at any adult theater, sex shop, or bathhouse in the area. I had to milk him for every cent I could make from him, keep him busy, and find him a job that would help him scope out new clients, clients that are willing to pay for sex. I was going to make sure he had some routine. The first 3 days he was with me, though, I was going to make sure he started his new life with a bang. Before we did anything crazy, I had to cover my bases. In order to make it seem like he ran away, I had him go home the first day to collect his possessions when his parents were away at work and leave a handwritten note while I waited in my van two blocks down. I also had him withdraw everything from his savings account and pawn whatever he could from his possessions. The rest I burned in the trash. He had about enough to pay for some decent drug weight even after I pocketed some - it was all his to use, and it would definitely last him a while. Then I had him put on a hat and sunglasses in case we got spotted. Faggot was surprisingly eager, even getting excited to withdraw all his savings knowing what it was going towards. He just wanted to get all that stuff over with so we could go back to my place. As we drove in the van, we barely spoke. I made a point of talking to him only when necessary. The boy, however, was noisy as fuck. "I'm horny - what are you going to do to me - what if my parents catch us - I have to pee - when are we going to pick up the T..." 18 year-old twinks are like that. I either ignored him or offered one-word responses. He eventually quieted down, giving into the sexual tension. He couldn't keep his eyes off my bulging muscles, outlined by my extremely tight black wife-beater and skinny jeans. It's pretty much the only outfit I wear if I have to have clothes on. I parked the van halfway on the sidewalk because the street was too narrow to actually allow street parking. Faggot motioned to exit the car, and I pulled him back by his hair. I dragged his head next to my face so that my hot breath steamed up his cheek. "Listen, Faggot. I let you out on your own before because I couldn't be seen, but from now on, you do not exit the vehicle until I open the door for you. Don't worry. You won't forget, because the next time you ride in this van, you'll be in the back and I'll have you handcuffed with your leash tied to my head cushion. You won't be able to leave until I remove your restraints. If you make any attempt to escape, you won't get far, and when I catch you, you're gonna wish you were dead. You understand?" "Y-yes, sir," he said, trembling. "I won't try to run." I hopped out of the vehicle and went over to the passenger's side, and opened the door. I looked around, then beckoned him out. The second we walked through the door, I back-handed him with all my strength. He emitted a high-pitched yelp as the force of my slap knocked him to the ground. I stepped on him so that he couldn't get up, then menacingly, I growled, "The next time we take a ride, you shut the fuck up or I'll duct tape your mouth." I relished in the fear and surprise on his face. He was now afraid of me. I released my foot. Then in one sweeping motion, I pulled him to his feet by his tight little shirt, shoved him into the cave, undressed him save for his jockstrap, and chained him to the pipe before heading back out to unload the van of our haul, which included provisions as well as faves. Another obstacle I faced was actually finding clients to pay for him. With so many sluts out there fucking and getting fucked for free, it was hard to justify charging much for his body. Additionally, it was hard as hell advertising something you can't legally advertise. Thankfully I had enough power by word-of-mouth. My "business" afforded me a sizable network over the years. One of these connections was the owner of a Motel 6 outside of town, where I'd often stay for my deals. His name was Henry and was a rare latino manager who bought the motel from its previous ownership. I stayed there often mostly because it was one of the very few non-Indian-owned motels. While Indian managers are professional and mind their own business, they're often family-owned and would never engage in the debauchery of their room guests. Henry was different and is every bit a corrupt motherfucker as I am. Henry was older than me, actually, at 38, but with his shaven face, signature snapback, and rotation of T-shirts, jeans, and basketball shorts, he easily looked a decade younger. His arms, chest, sides, neck, and calves were covered in tattoos, and he wasn't as big as me, but standing at 5'11" and heavily toned, he definitely looked strong and somewhat intimidating. In exchange for some T and G, Henry always gave me a room on the house. He also had an under-the-table agreement with Officer Marino, an aggressive, 6'7", chiseled, no-nonsense cop with a buzzed head and muscles that even put mine to shame. The man looks like a human-sized hulk, and even his uniform, which is probably the largest size, can barely contain his humongous muscle. He had the most square jaw of anyone I'd ever seen and veins popping out of his neck. The man was never seen smiling. Marino loved his authority and wielded it like an asshole. He only had one problem: he had a serious sex addiction that he hides from his girlfriend and the rest of the force. Henry was happy to feed into that in order to ensure Marino kept any shady shit we did out of mind and out of sight. Prostitutes frequently stayed at the motel, and Henry could easily pick them out. He'd then notify Marino which rooms they were staying in, and he'd go in and threaten to arrest them unless they'd let him fuck them. He also paid Marino part of the proceeds from the women's room revenue and gave him a free room whenever he needed if he had a girl he wanted to fuck off-duty and needed a spot. Marino's girlfriend is a 21 year-old bombshell with daddy issues, always had her hair blown out, had huge fake tits that Marino paid for, and boasted an hourglass figure. She had obviously chosen the hyper-masculine 40 year-old Marino due to said daddy issues. According to Henry, Marino fucked her at least several times a day, but it wasn't enough to sustain his addiction, and he'd need to visit the motel an additional 3 or 4 times for a quick pump and dump. Marino worked the night shift (naturally), so he was off during the day. Perfect, since it was around 3PM, and Henry and Marino would happen to be my first clients for Faggot. Henry was excited as fuck when i told him about the boy and even offered to advertise my "escort agency" at his motel, especially if I was willing to do house calls at the motel. Of course, he had to try the product first. I'd let him try it on the house for helping me advertise. I had to bargain with Marino. A deeply closeted bisexual who picks up young twinks off grindr all the time to brutalize at the motel, Marino maintains that the boys are sluttier and free, and if he needs to get off and nothing is available, he'd settle for it. He reminded me that if I charged him, he'd come back and arrest me. I reminded him that we had plenty of dirt on him as well. More than enough for him to be discharged from the force. I promised him that this would be a better fuck than the average whore at the motel. He reluctantly agreed to pay me $25. Prompt as all hell, Marino showed up first at 3:25, 5 minutes before I told him to come. I had just finished shaving and douching Faggot, who now sat on the mattress in the cave waiting as I prepped his point. I open the door for Marino, who is also wearing a hat (backwards, of course) and sunglasses. His shirt was so tight around his chest, I couldn't even imagine how he got it on his body. Underneath, he wore baggy jeans and designer sneakers. I could smell Axe Cologne off of him as soon as I opened the door. We didn't greet each other, being two men with no kinship whatsoever. He unceremoniously popped his wallet open and handed me a 20 and a 5, and I led him to the cave. He stood at the door, just staring at Faggot. The blond boy, tan skin perfectly smooth and glistening from being coated in baby oil, looked up at him timidly with those bright blue eyes. Without acknowledging him, Marino started rubbing his crotch through his jeans. "Want some T?" I offered. "Can't. Drug test," he said tersely. "Ah...right. Viagra?" "Don't need it." All he did was undo his belt and unzip his jeans. No underwear underneath. A beautiful 8" tool with a giant head surfaced, and it was already hard as a rock. Marino is like me. He gets ridiculous boners from nothing, even if he came several times that day. He strode over to Faggot, slowly stroking his cock, looking down at him expectantly. He saw the leash that chained him to the pipe, and for the first time, I saw a smirk on his face. "Nice," he muttered under his breath. He ran a giant hand through Faggot's soft golden spikes. I pulled a ready point from the hot water cup. "You really gonna do that while I'm here?" Marino asked. He was being serious. "Actually," I said with an evil grin. "I was thinking you could help me. You're wearing a belt. Can we borrow it?" Marino hesitated, not knowing how to react. He looked at me, then looked at the boy, who was gazing wantonly at the point, scared that I wouldn't give it to him and also scared that I would. This was a new chapter for him. I wasn't going to make this the norm for him, but I decided that he should get a point for special occasions or as a treat. Today, he made me my first $25, which is almost nothing compared to each of the deliveries I made, but it was his christening. Marino surprised me by picking his belt up from the floor and tying it around Faggot's bicep. I walked over and sat on Faggot's side, found a good plump vein, and slid the needle in. He flinched just ever so slightly. I drew a flash of blood. "Does it hurt?" I asked. He shook his head. Then, I slowly plunged the contents of the syringe into his veins. Marino tried to mask his fascination, but he watched intently. As I pushed the plunger, he asked, "So what am I not allowed to do to him?" "Just don't seriously harm him," I offered. "If it goes too far, I'll stop you. But don't hold back." I pulled the point out, tossed it on the floor, swabbed him with alcohol, and raised Faggot's arm over his head. The boy's pupils became huge and went out of focus and out of sync. His eyes bulged as he coughed his whole chest away. I saw his jaw chatter even, and a whole shiver went through his body. It was a strange sight seeing such an archetypical tan, blond beauty cracked out of his whole mind. Before he could even fully recover, Marino had suddenly grabbed him by the throat and slapped him so hard across the face I was shocked a tooth didn't fly out given the man's sheer strength. "AHHOOW!" the boy managed to holler. He gasped, choking for breath, but before he could catch it, a man literally twice his size was over him, tossing him on his stomach and then pulling him up on all fours. I had coated Faggot's hole with vaseline and baby oil to prepare him. Almost fully clothed still, Marino covered Faggot's body almost completely with his, one arm grabbing him roughly by the face, the other hand groping him furiously, flicking his nipples, slapping and spanking him. From my view, I could only see his distressed and tweaked face and his legs splayed out in between Marino's jeans. Meanwhile, his dick was already pushing against his hole hard. I thought he was going to make Faggot gag on his dick, but he was so eager to fuck that he just skipped straight to it. Finally, the head popped in, and Faggot screamed so loudly and savagely you would've thought that Marino had been bludgeoning him with a hammer. Tears instantly brimmed in his eyes. Without skipping a beat, I unscrewed the poppers and put it to his nose, holding his nostrils for him. "Sniff as hard as you can," I commanded. "Daddy.... Daddy, it's too big," the boy feebly whimpered, snot and tears dripping from his face, but I ignored him and just kept making him whiff. Left, right, left, right, as deep as he can inhale. Marino had the courtesy to stay buried in him without moving, let his newly poppered-up hole start to relax and adjust to his dick. I then passed the poppers to Marino, who didn't decline this time. He felt like maybe it was a good time for it, and he took two decent whiffs before handing it off to me. As soon as he was done, he exploded into the most savage fucking I've ever seen. The giant hunk of brutal, merciless muscle pounded into the small boy as fast as a pogo stick, each impact so hard it made a thunderclap. "AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-URGHHGURHGH!" Faggot howled, his screams of surprise and momentary pain muffled by Marino's beefy fingers jamming down his throat. To think that this man was a sex addict was truly frightening. It was hard to even wrap my head around how many unfortunate twinks and whores he's devastated. I don't know how his girlfriend ever looks presentable the way he probably fucks her. This also marked the first time I ever saw Marino smile. A cold, sadistic smirk was plastered on his face as he fucked Faggot. He looked over at me sitting against the wall just watching, and his smirk widened to a grin. I grinned back. That's right. I wasn't going to stop him, and he realized that the delicate boy he's manhandling and fucking senseless is completely helpless and at his mercy. He loved making Faggot feel powerless, his hold on the boy so firm that he could barely even move his arms and legs. The room echoed with the sounds of Faggot's gagged and gargled screams and the loud SMACK SMACK SMACK of Marino's balls as he hammered without restraint. The more Faggot cried out, the more brutal Marino tried to be. At one point, the man raised his leg and stamped his boot down on Faggot's head, grinding his face into the mattress while he took his belt and lashed his ass, all the while fucking him like a rabbit. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFF!" Faggot tried to scream. One teary blue eye was barely visible, looking desperately around for help. "YEAAAHHA!" Marino responded, laughing as he tried to whip the boy even harder. "TAKE IT YOU STUPID, USELESS FAGGOT!" I approached, crouching down by the boy so that i could whisper in his ear. "Now you know what it means to be my whore, boy. Not even the police are going to be here to help you. This man is a cop and is gonna make sure no one stops me from selling you. This is just the beginning." Marino suddenly pulled out, causing Faggot to cry out in surprise as his giant dickhead popped out of his tight hole. He stepped off of his face, grabbed him by his leash, and yanked him roughly back, choking the boy. "This isn't enough for this faggot," Marino said, again in all seriousness. "You're right," I agreed. I whipped out my own cock, which was already hard from watching Marino use him. I looked down at the boy, who looked back up at me in tears of disbelief. He was so spun he was sweating profusely from the unbelievably overwhelming sex, and his eyes looked glassy from shock and dizziness. It was clear the point and the poppers made him lose control of his senses, and his body didn't even know how to react to the sudden onslought on his cunt. His hair was in disarray, being pulled in different directions by Marino and dripping beads of sweat onto his face. I harshly spit on him, smacking him across the nose and cheek. Faggot whimpered. Marino roughly shoved his sausage fingers into Faggot's mouth and pried it wide open. I then shoved my dick in, causing him to gag. I pulled out, drool and splutter flying everywhere. Then I thrust back in while Marino pushed his head onto my dick. Faggot gagged to the point of almost throwing up, but he had nothing to hurl. Hand still firmly clutching him by the hair, Marino got on his knees behind Faggot and slid right into his open pussy. A feeble gargled scream erupted from Faggot, drool bubbling and foaming at the corners of his mouth around my cock. He looked so sexy, his bright blue eyes all begging and tweaked out with a cock in his mouth and a giant man fucking him so hard from behind his little feet bounced on the mattress. The mattress springs screeched from the fucking. While it felt like an eternity for the boy, it had only been 25 total minutes of fucking before Marino pulled out and shoved into him with purpose, his body trembling. "Ahhh," he sighed with relief, relishing the heavenly feeling of his orgasm as it squirted inside Faggot, eliciting one final whimper. Then the room fell to a peaceful silent. When he pulled out, a splash of thick white cum oozed out, dripping down Faggot's taint and balls. The man was fertile as fuck to have cum that much when I know he's already came several times that day. Without a word, Marino zipped his fly, put his belt back on, and left, leaving the boy hardly recognizable from when he first came through the door. I looked down at Faggot, who was limp, and was surprised to see a satisfied smile form around on the boy's face, which went from anguished and tortured to grateful in seconds. "That was... Fuckk... Ermem... More. I like him," he slurred in his boyish squeak, still fucked up and his mouth barely functional from all the gagging and cock-sucking. I grabbed one ankle and spread his legs wide open. I spit on his used cunt and slid my iron-hard cock right in to the hilt, as deep as I can until I was sure it was fully buried. "Agghh!" he cried from surprise, and I grinned to myself as I saw the wasted little angel gasp with pleasure and a hint of pain. I decided I was going to fuck him until Henry showed up so that he wouldn't get a break. I loved hearing him moan and scream from getting fucked, and I snickered to myself that it was going to become white noise to me soon with how much I'm gonna get this Faggot fucked. Determined to not let Marino outdo me fucking my own boy, I flipped him onto his back and tore his legs almost into a split apart. Then I plunged in as hard as I could, causing him to gasp and yelp. "Daddy's going to really ruin you today, you filthy whore," I said, spitting on him as I tugged hard on his leash, choking him. I punch fucked him, pulling all the way out and slamming back in. While I did that, I twisted his nipple with one hand while I slapped him repeatedly with the other. "YOU LIKE THAT, FAGGOT?" "Y-" SMACK! "I ASKED YOU IF YOU LIKE MY DICK RIPPING YOUR SLOPPY LITTLE CUNT, YOU WHORE!" I roared, smacking him with a backhand this time. "YES, S-" SMACK! Everytime he opened his mouth, I smacked him. Seeing his boyish face tattered and red from my palm while his legs and feet flailed wildly around me as I pounded him turned me on even more. I was so aroused my dick went into overdrive and I knew right away I was close. "ARRR, FUCK BOY! I'M GONNA NUT IN YOU!" I bellowed. I grabbed his shoulders to shove him even further into me as I felt it come up, warm and sensitive, and then erupt for 10 seconds straight, ropes and ropes of cum inside his breeding hole. Part 4 coming soon

My first slam was from a Meth Dealer I lived with when I was in my 30's. I only smoked or Stacey would Booty Bump me. But he told if I let him Slam me he'd let me do what ever I wanted to him. So I said yes. At first he didn't tell me the amount of the Slam. He let watch him do everything. Then it was time for the needle. He explained the cough and other things I would feel. So I watched him tie a band around my arm, stick the needle in my arm, draw the blood in and give me the liquid in the Point. Yeah, coughed and felt like I was going to puke. Then felt like I had never felt before. Stacey put everything away and people started coming by the house to buy Crystal. Finally Stacey asked what I felt like doing to him. So I rolled over and put his 9" Cut Kentucky Redneck Cock in my mouth. I Sucked him for a couple of hours, he told me to keep at it even when someone came by. The guys would always make dirty comments about what some guys would do for Meth. Stacey would mostly tell them it was my first Slam, and Cocksuckers became Insatiable for the Cock when Spun. I spent four hours sucking Stacey's Cock, then he said it was time for me to get another Slam. After that I Sucked him off until the sun came up the next day. He finally fed me his Load and I rolled off of him and tried to go to sleep. I lived with Stacey for almost a year and when I wasn't cruising bars to sell Crystal for him. I could always be found Spun and sucking his Cock for total strangers to watch. It was a very happy time in my Life.

Thanks to Ray for editing my story into a more understanding language, and i added a new chapter to the story, more to come if you like it

Very hot! Can't wait for the next chapter.

His name is Adrian. He's about 23, Latino, with a sexy twink body and a pretty nice ass. I've fucked him six or seven times in the last year but this was the first time I've seen him in the bathhouse. I'm a selfish top and thrive in a situation like like a bathhouse where bottoms are practically begging to be fucked. Shortly I arrived, I walked into the maze area and I recognized that ass. There was Adrian at a public glory hole, sucking an older guy's dick. Adrian is such a great cocksucker - as the older guy was undoubtedly finding out. After admiring his technique for a moment, I walked up behind Adrian, rubbed my dick on his bare ass and started playing with his nipples while kissing the back of his neck. Turning around, Adrian recognized me, and smiled. I gestured for us to leave the glory hole area, and Adrian did so without any hesitation. Sorry 'bout that, Daddy. I took the lead and we went into a cubicle - one with glory holes on two walls. Our towels came off and we started making out. Then I realized someone had shot his load on the floor, and my dom side took over. I reached down, scooped up a little of the creamy load, and fed it to Adrian. He never blinked an eye. I was now rock hard. Woof. I bent Adrian over and ate his ass a bit before scooping more of the cum and rubbing it on his hole. Immediately, I slammed in. Adrian let out a whimper. I could tell I was the first dick in his ass that night but never once did he ask for me to go slowly. As I pounded away, a cock appeared in the glory hole in front of him. Now, I'm 35 with a nice eight inch cock, but the one sticking through the glory hole was much thicker than mine. Instinctively Adrian started sucking it while I bred his hole. Adrian is such a cock slut. Adrian has never asked my status and I've never volunteered it, but here we were, on a busy Tuesday at the baths, and he was taking every dick he could find. I love that in a submissive bottom. I keep pounding him and within minutes was ready to cum. I pull him up towards me to kiss him again, forcing him to abandon the thick cock he had been servicing. As we made out, I was on the verge of blowing my load in and was feeling even more dominant than earlier. Adrian had met all of my demands, and right before my dirty load once again filled him, I whispered ""I'm pozzing you," with just the slightest hint of satisfaction in my voice, adding "Take that, you little bitch." Adrian looked at me with a very satisfied smile and whispered in reply "I know you are. And I love it." His response sent me over the top. I shot my load deep inside of his ass and, as Adrian is such a good bottom and he knew his place. Without a word he went back to sucking the thick monster he had been servicing earlier. I pulled-out and felched out my load. Afterward I had cleaned-up his hole, I slapped Adrian on the ass, grabbed my towel and walking out, saying "I'll be back." He nodded in acknowledgement as he continued to suck the big tool in front of him.

Not neccessarily but enjoy the occasional fuck with my barbed wire PA or my cruel condom ;-)