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It’s hard to say what the worst thing about the pandemic is. With all the loss of life and lively hood and misery, there are certainly a lot of contenders for what constitutes “the worst”, but one thing I suspect that most of the readers here can agree upon is this: The loss of bath houses sucks. I remember my last time like it was 9 months ago, because that is when it was…. (if this were a movie, you’d see a slow dissolve, which in the vernacular of film and tv is often used to indicate a flashback) It was a Friday night, early march 2020, Chicago, il. I’d eaten a gummy around 9 pm and gotten my hole cleaned out, the ritual of getting ready for a night at the baths. Scheduling when I ate, when I showered, when I got stoned, when I called an uber (though on this particular Friday night, the writing was already on the wall, so I skipped the uber and just walked the 2.2 KM to Steamworks. ) The line was about normal for the time on a Friday night. 4-5 people in front of me and 4-5 behind by the time it was my turn. "regular room please” I managed to muster, vaguely paranoid that the door person could tell i was fast succumbing to the glory of the gummy. Checked in and ambled past the toweled men up to my room. Wondering which one of the bulges I could make out under their towels would wind up inside me. Got to my room, stripped down to a jock strap and tennis shoes and took a huge hit of poppers and opened the door to wander around. I walked past the sling room and into the 2nd floor fuck bench area. A hairless bottom was being eaten out by a bear while a man in a leather harness used the bottom’s mouth. A crowd of 3-4 was gathered watching and I stood there for a moment before hitting my poppers hoping someone would be emboldened to take that as an invitation. A few seconds later one of the watchers became a man of action as he took my hit and started feeling my ass. By the time he made it to my pre-lubed hole i had hit the poppers again and it was not long before he pushed me to my knees. His towel opened to reveal a fairly hard 6 inch cock. Though I needed no more prodding, it was nice to feel his hand on the back of my head pushing me down on his cock while he watched the show in front of him. By now the bottom on the fuck bench was getting fucked from both ends and very shortly this 6 inch cock grew to 7+ in my mouth. Two hands on my head now as my top begin to fuck my throat. At the first sign of gagging, this top, who obviously was good at this, leaned down and told me to hit my poppers, which I did. Cock back in my mouth now with my nose buried into his belly. Someone felt my wet ass for a moment, but I was distracted so could not tell what was going on around me. I suspect the owner of the cock in my mouth waived off the new person, because a few moments later he grabbed my nipples and pulled me up to stand in front of him, facing away. He whispered in my ear that I should do another hit of poppers, which I complied with as he lined up his wet cock with my wet hole. Still in public, still in view of the fuck bench where a bottom was getting fucked just from one end by now. I bent over slightly with my hands against the wall as he slid inside me. Someone grabbed my nipples and began to work them while this top used my hole. After not nearly long enough the top leaned over and said he did not want to cum yet and he’d find me later. Like Kaiser Sose, he was gone. It took me a second to gather myself (and also, in hopes someone would come replace what he had taken away), but shortly I too left that area in search of cocks and loads. part two, the open door, soon.

I don’t know how long I had been asleep when I felt him move. Since I am single and normally sleep alone, it took a moment to register what was going on, where I was, and who was in bed with me. It all came flooding back to me and I sat up startled and looked him in the eye. He was already awake. “So, remember me? Begging me for my load? My toxic load? That load that I brushed into your hole? Oh yes, I remember. What have I done? I cautiously said, “Yes, I remember. Is it true? Are you really toxic? He just smiled and kissed me. My hand started to roam his body and I felt his hard on. Damn! My dick started to grow too. He broke the kiss and looked over toward the nightstand. “I thought I saw this earlier. Let’s get some examples.” He picked up a Sharpie that I keep by the bed in case a top wants to write “Slut” or something on my ass. He leaned over and started drawing near my left nipple. I couldn’t really tell what it was at first. But then he moved his hand and I recognized the biohazard sign, spiraling out from my nipple. I was panicking, my heart was racing, and my dick was oozing precum. When he finished, he leaned back to admire his work. “Yes, I think that is a good start. I will let you know if that is where you will be marked, or if I want it somewhere else. But over your heart may be best.” I guess that answers my question. His load that is swimming in my hole must really be toxic. “So, what happens next?” Just as he was about to answer, his phone dinged with a message. He got out of bed and picked up his phone and read the message. “Oh, perfect! Let me take a picture of that and send it to him. Smile.” He quickly took 2 pictures, one full body with my face, and one as a close up of his new artwork. I heard the Whoop sounds of texts being sent. I was really nervous. He just took a picture of my face, showing a biohazard mark on my chest, and sent it to someone. “Wait, don’t I get to say who sees this?” His phone dinged again and he didn’t answer my question. “What was your address again? He wants to come over even though my babies haven’t taken hold yet. But you will like it any way. He brings a lot to the table.” His eyes twinkled. I don’t think I want to know what that means. I didn’t ask any questions. His phone dinged again. “He will be here in a few minutes. Do you happen to have any sounding rods?” “Yes, on the shelf in the closet.” He opened the closet door and looked around. He was looking at my clothes. “You got any clothes that advertise that you are a slut? Jock straps? Sexy underwear? Tshirts with something sexy on it? “Yes, in the drawers over there.” I pointed to the chest of drawers. “You will probably need more. I don’t want guys seeing you in the same thing all the time. And some of it my get ripped if someone gets rough. We can start picking some things out later.” He finds the sounding rods and brings them over to the bed. When he opens up the set, he smiled really big. “You little slut. I knew you were a whore. You are going to really enjoy what I will be showing you. If you have this kind of sounding set, I am betting you have a lot more toys we can use” My mind started racing through multiple thoughts. Who is he? Who is coming over? Is he really toxic? Am I asleep? Why does he want sounding rods? What does this other guy bring to the table? Why am I not resisting any of this? Why can’t I seem to ask any of these questions out loud? I seem to have accepted what he said as basic truth, to be held as an absolute. That’s really not like me. Or, I guess more correctly, that’s really not what I used to be like.

[DO NOT do this at home. It's rape, it's illegal, it's wrong...] Douglas was a walking, talking wet dream. He was 5-11, 160, had short brown hair, and the sexiest brown eyes you've ever seen. He was all toned muscle. No fat on that boy. His shoulders, chest, and abs were the envy of many dudes. He had been on the basketball, swimming, and wrestling teams all four years in high school, and had lettered in all three. He was every girl's dream date and more than one guy's fuck dream. Doug had no idea how sexy he was. He was completely naïve and oblivious. He had dated only a few girls and never had a serious relationship. He rarely went to parties, and, except for the communion wine, avoided alcohol. His Dad was the pastor of a large nondenominational church in Albuquerque; and ever since he could remember, Doug had wanted to follow him into the ministry. He was 19, and had just finished his freshman year at Liberty University, a Christian college in Virginia. On the long trek back to New Mexico, just this side of Amarillo, his Explorer started acting up. He pulled off the highway onto a deserted service road. Poor Doug had one other deficiency—he knew nothing about cars. He was staring vacuously at the steaming engine when a van pulled along side. Horny Chris stared at the Boy for a few moments. Doug was wearing a white tee and tight, faded Levis that highlighted his perfect Bubble Butt. Chris saw the bumper sticker: Liberty University. 'Mmmmmm. Oh my God! A good Christian boy!' Chris was somewhat of a Twink himself. He was 24, and about Doug's height and build, but had blonde hair. Oh, yeah, and Chris was opportunistic, unscrupulous, Gay and POZ. He'd been infected during a night of wild whoring at the Midtown Spa in Dallas, and felt duty bound to induct whomever into the Gay STD Hall of Shame. And he had a special weakness for pretty, young, religious boys like Doug. He glanced in the back of the Explorer and saw that it was filled with luggage. Looked like the Kid was headed home for the summer. "Car trouble?" Chris inquired. "Yeah," Doug acknowledged. "It's stallin' out and overheatin'. I tried to call the Triple-A, but my cell phone doesn't work out here." "Mind if I take a look?" "Sure," Doug said. "Help yourself." "Name's Chris," the newcomer introduced himself. "I'm Doug. Glad to meet you." Chris gave the engine a once-over. "Looks like your radiator fluid's low. It's overheated. You need to let her cool down a bit—then fill her up. I've got some water in the van." "Good," said Doug, reaching for the radiator cap. "No!" cried Chris, pulling Doug's arm back. "You could burn yourself! Give it time to cool down." Doug nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Thanks, but I don't want to inconvenience you." "I'm sure you'd do the same for me." A broad grin crossed Dougie's face. "So, you go to Liberty University?" "Yeah, you heard of it?" "My cousin went there a few years ago." The so-called cousin had flunked out. "I'm studying to be a minister. My dad has a church in Albuquerque." Doug was clearly excited about his calling, while Chris's mind was already in the gutter. "Wanna join me in the van while we're waitin? Cooler in there." "Love to!" the Boy agreed. Chris smiled at the Kid's enthusiasm and wondered if the Punk would still "love to" later on. He rummaged in the back and returned with a couple open Cokes. "Thanks," Doug said, gulping down the brew. "Oh man, that tastes good. I didn't realize how thirsty I was." He took one swig and then another. Within a minute the soft drink was gone. "Whoa!" Doug exclaimed. "I think I got too much sun out there. My head is spinning." "You all right?" Chris sounded concerned. "Wanna lie back? The seat reclines." "Yeah, thanks." Doug pressed a button that eased back the seat. His eyes were drooping, and his speech was slurred. He had no clue that Chris had spiked his Coke with GHB. "Hey man, you okay?" Chris sounded far away. Doug's head was swimming. He felt dizzy. His eyes were heavy, and he had no inclination to reply. "Here, let me help you into the back so you can lie down," Chris offered, dragging the drugged young man out of his seat. Overtaxed from all the dead weight, Chris positioned the insensate Youth on an air mattress with pillows to prop him up. He busied himself setting up a video cam while Douglas flaked in cuckoo land. With preparations well in hand, Chris turned to court the oblivious Young Man. He unzipped his fly and hauled out his 8 inches. "Hey, buddy, wanna protein shake?" He ran his Dick back and forth across Doug's handsome face and over his lips, leaving a trail of Precum glistening on his new Boyfriend’s face. "Nnnnnn... " Doug moaned, barely cognizant of what was up. Chris slipped his index finger in the Young Man’s mouth, prying his jaw open, and slid his fat, dripping Cock into the dazed Stud's mouth. With one hand on the back of Dougie's head, he began to fuck his Playmate's face. The Kid had no conception what was going down. Chris pulled his Dick from Dougie's throat, reached in his gym bag, and pulled out his Poppers. He held the bottle to the Youth's nose. "Come on," Chris coaxed. "Take a nice deep breath." The Teen inhaled, and his body shuddered. Bingo! Chris quickly switched the bottle to the other nostril and instructed Doug to sniff again. The high-as-a-kite Youngster did as he was told, and was soon floating on Cloud Nine. A low guttural moan escaped his lips. For good measure, Chris administered a couple more hits. Then he took his own half-empty can of Coke, and topped it off with whisky. He placed it to the Young Man's lips and made the young Teetotaler imbibe. Doug reflexively tried to spit it out, but Chris forced him to swallow. Having rarely consumed alcohol before, in congress with the Poppers and GHB, the Boy was totally fucked up. Chris shoved his Cock back down Dougie's throat, grabbed his ears, and began to fuck his face in earnest. When he felt his Balls begin to boil, he pulled out, jerked a few more times, and spewed his Noxious Load right onto Dougie's pretty face. Seven spurts hit Doug dead on. There was Jizz in his hair, his eyes, and on his lips and chin. Some dribbled down his tee. Chris scooped up some of the Toxic Spooge, and, with his nails, dug it into Dougie's inner cheeks and gums. "Be a good boy and take your medicine. Daddy wants so to give you AIDS." Chris slid Doug down till he lay prone and quickly re-aimed the video cam. He pulled off the Young Hunk's tee and marveled at the smooth chest, pointy Nips, and chiseled Abs. He leaned down and sucked and bit the manly Tits, nibbling at them real good. "Unhhhhh... Ooooohhh... Mmmmmm..." the inebriated Freshman moaned. Chris watched the Stud's Cock-Bulge balloon. "Oh yeah, I bet you're still a Virgin." Tweaking and twisting his Victim's Nips, he blew in his ear and licked his lobes. "Oooooh.......Noooooo...." Doug moaned, half conscious of the stimuli and how his body was responding. He may have been thinking no, but his tumescent Shaft sure as hell was nodding yes! Chris frenched him and kept up the titty torture. Within seconds Doug began to kiss him back. Oh yeah...a guy's a guy and a mouth's a mouth—Gay or Straight—it doesn't matter. Chris played tonsil-hockey with his Drugged-Up Play Thing a few more minutes. He traced his finger across the Student's lips, down to the waistband of his jeans. He tongued Doug's belly button and once again nibbled on those perky, pouty Nips. "Ahhhhhh!" Doug gasped, trying to push Chris away; but the besotted Youth was too far gone, and Chris had no trouble pinning him. He grabbed a rope from his gym bag, tied Doug's wrists above his head, then continued torturing the Cunt. He unbuttoned the Boy's jeans and slid the zipper down. Poor Dougie’s Cock was well-endowed but under-nourished, and the Kid's hard Rod jumped appreciatively as Chris slobbered on his Cock and Balls. Chris lifted Dougie's Ass and stripped his jeans completely off. Doug's legs were tanned and muscular, with a light smattering of hair. He fingered the Boy's quivering Pussy and felt it spasm beneath his touch. The Youth was totally at his mercy, his body screaming FUCK ME!—or so it seemed. With the video cam already catching every nuance of the Boy's enthrallment, Chris grabbed a digital camera and began to shoot pic after pic of the naked, aroused Nymph. Besides the carnal pleasure, Chris stood to make a few bucks off the Kid. He'd knew exactly which web sites to post the Teasers on. And the video—wow! He could make a mint off of that—once guys realized it wasn't fake. After taking several Polaroids specifically meant for DEO—Doug's Eyes Only (for Chris was fond of acronyms), he ran his hands over the dazed Teen's chiseled Bod, twisting his Nips and engulfing the Young Twink's out-of-control Joystick in the warm, wet recesses of his mouth and throat. Shit! The Kid's Precum was so saccharin and crystal clear. He couldn't wait to contaminate it with his own POZ Spooge. For on more than one occasion Chris had used the BUG to bond with another man, and Doug was just the latest to fall victim to his wiles. He placed Doug's legs on his broad shoulders and lifted his sweet, tight Target off the mattress. He slid his index finger up the Virgin Pussy and wiggled it against his Prostate. The Man Child began to buck and moan. He gave the Kid another hit of Poppers and another shot of booze. It was time to teach the Preacher's Son a lesson. Shucking off his own jeans and briefs, Chris lubed up his Dick with Jizm from the Christian's Cummy Face AND RAMMED IT UP THE VIRGIN'S ASS. Doug screamed in pain as Chris reamed his nigh unlubricated Chute. Chris fed the Youth more Poppers, which he readily accepted—perhaps because, subconsciously, he knew they helped. Chris continued to fuck Doug for the next half hour, grinding his own POZ SPOOGE into the Innocent's Ass Walls. The Kid got fucked till his abraded Sphincter was caked with Cum and Blood and Stools. In a single afternoon the straight-laced Christian Fundamentalist had been transformed into a wretched Faggot Cum Dump. The sun was setting, and Chris dragged the Youth, clad only in his birthday suit, over to his SUV, and dumped him in. He stashed two plastic gallon jugs beside the wheel well, along with an envelope containing a few choice Polaroids and a note warning that if he discussed their little affaire de coeur with anyone, he'd be the next Gay Poster Boy. Yeah—like Chris wasn't already intending to cash in; but he figured Doug would be so ashamed, he'd never tell a soul. Chris looked down at the somnolent, defiled Youth stretched across the bench seat of the SUV. It gets cool in the desert after dark, and the falling temp would wake the Young Man up for sure. He wondered, now that Doug had had his first exposure to Gay Sex, the only sex he'd ever known, if he'd cum back for more. And then there was the matter of his Special Seed. Had Chris succeeded in breeding the Boy? Alas, he'd never know. The fading roar of Chris's engine caused the inebriated Youth to stir. His eyes fluttered, blinded by the brilliant oranges of the setting desert sun. His head ached so bad. So did his Ass. He fell back asleep and dreamt erotic fantasies about some guy named Chris.

I'm 25 and just had my first raw experience last week. I'm 5'8" and 190 lbs, with a stocky/muscular build, and a tight bubble butt that guys love to eat. I'd been fucked before, but always safe. I loved the feeling of a cock in my ass, the thought of a guy dominating me always gets me rock hard! I'd always used the internet to hookup with guys. I thought it was safer since I could talk to the guy beforehand. I had Friday off and started looking online for some fun. Craigslist, manhunt, and squirt. The usual. I wasn't getting many hits since there weren't many guys online during the middle of the day. I started watching some porn. Treasure Island Media, bareback gangbang porn. This shit always gets me off. I got so horny and I randomly clicked on the cruising tab on squirt and started checking out the local cruising scene. I'd thought about cruising in public before, but never had the balls to try. But I was so damn horny, especially after edging! What's the worst that could happen? I looked up a local park downtown, got the address on my phone, and headed out. The bus ride only took about 20 minutes, and I was nervous the whole time. I'd never done anything like this before. I'd read up online how to cruise, signals and stuff to look for. I walked down some stairs to get to the park, and saw a grouping of trees in front of me. There were two trails, one looked like it lead to an open area where families were having a picnic, and the other led deeper into the park. I took trail number two, and walked about a hundred meters. There were trails opening up on either side of me as I walked, but I kept going straight. I came to a clearing with two picnic tables. There was a guy lying with his shirt off on one of them. I stopped and checked him out. He was in his late 30's, blond and had an average build with some body hair. I slowly walked by, and glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. I saw his head prop up and could see him looking at me. Was he cruising? Or just tanning? I walked to the end of the clearing and glanced back once. He was staring at me. I got rock hard, but kept walking. Fuck it, I thought. I turned back around and went back to the trail I came in from. He got up from the table and followed me. Oh fuck, this is actually happenining! I didn't know what to do! So I kept walking, turning down a side path. I walked slowly, to see if he would come up behind me. He kept walking straight down the path though, and didn't turn when I did. I thought about turning around and following him, but decided to keep going. I came to another clearing, this one was smaller, with no picnic tables. I saw another guy lying on a towel on the ground tanning. This was the guy I wanted! He was just my type. He was in his 40's, with salt and pepper hair and a trimmed moustache. He had a stocky, but solid build, with a treasure trail leading from his pecs down to his tummy. He was wearing a pair of blue square cut trunks that showed off what looked like a hefty package. I took out a towel from my backpack and spread it out on the ground. I started to slowly undress, shaking the whole time, and tried looking at the guy out of the corner of my eye. His eyes looked like they stayed closed. Damn. Ah well, I finished stripping down to my underwear, a pair of skimpy black briefs. I lied on my stomach and tried to relax. I felt like I was still shaking. I whipped out my phone and hopped on grindr. Nobody close by. Damn. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the hot sun on my body. I opened my eyes at one point and looked over. The hottie was looking at me, then he turned away. I hopped back on my phone. Ding ding ding! 0 meters away, there he was! I had hoped he was gay, and sure enough he was. I immediately hit him up with a 'Hi.' Not the greatest opener I know, but I was still nervous and couldn't come up with anything better. A few seconds of staring at my phone and he replied with 'Hi.' Yes! We chatted back and forth for a bit. His name was Dave, and he usually came here to tan, since it was relatively private. He asked what I was doing here, and told him I read about the park online and came to check it out. 'Check it out for what? ' There it was. Tell the truth, or come up with something lame. Here it was. 'Check out the cruising scene.' 'Yeah boy?' Oh god I love it when older guys call me boy. 'Yeah' I said. 'Check out what I've got for you.' I looked over at him and he grabbed his cock. I hadn't noticed til now, but he was rock hard. He looked down at his cock, then over to me. 'I want to suck you boy.' 'Yes Sir' I replied. I asked if he was a top or bottom. 'Top, but I don't want to fuck today.' Ah well, at least I'll get a blowjob. 'Follow me.' He put his towel away, and I followed suit. I sarted to put my clothes back on, when he walked over and told me to leave them off. 'You won't be needing them for what we're doing.' I put my clothes in my backpack, and followed him down a trail. I stayed back a few feet, but close enough to see him. After a few twists and turns we came to a clearing in the brush. I came in and Dave already had his towel down on the ground. I put mine down next to his. 'So you ever done it in public before?' 'No, this is my first time.' He growled, walked over to me, grabbed the back of my head, and forced his mouth against mine. My nerves had calmed down, and I forgot we were outside. We were both rock hard at this point. He started grinding his cock against mine in our underwear while we kissed deeply. 'I want your cock boy.' He knelt down and pulled my underwear down, exposing my 6" uncut cock. I was leaking precum, and he growled again when he saw it. He started rubbing his index finger and thumb along the tip of my cock, and I shivered with pleasure. He looked up at me and smiled, then wrapped his mouth around my cock. Oh fuck he was good! He gently probed the tip with his tongue, and I started moaning. After a few minutes he pulled back, and then went to work on my shaft. Up and down he licked, caressing with his tongue. He made his way down to my shaved balls and took them one at a time in his mouth. I felt like I was going to shoot then and there. He pulled back eventually, and told me to get on my hands and knees. I did as he instructed, and he got down behind me. He cupped my ass with his hands and let out a 'fuck yeah boy! What a sweet ass you've got.' I felt his tongue slowly start to probe my quivering hole. 'You like that?' Oh god yes! I couldn't even reply, I just moaned in pleasure. He chuckled to himself, and drove his tongue deeper in my hole. I started to jack myself off, and he grabbed my cock. 'Not yet boy, I want that load.' I don't know how long he rimmed me for. I was in ecstacy the whole time. Eventually though he grabbed my legs and flipped me over so that I was lying on my back. He raised my legs and kept working my hole over with his tongue. He went back and forth between my hole and my cock, teasing each one with his tongue. 'Fuuuuuck, you've got such a great ass!' 'Do you want to fuck me? I've got a condom in my backpack.' I reached over, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them to the ground. We locked gazes, and I saw something in his eyes. Something primal and raw. What had my ass unleashed in him? He pressed his lips against mine, more forcefully this time. His tongue thrust down my throat, and I tried to moan. He leaned back and looked me over. 'You asked before if I was a top or bottom. You know what I am, but what are you?' I told him I was a bottom, and he grinned. 'Bet you've wanted this in you the whole time eh boy?' He pointed down to his erect cock, still hidden behind his trunks. I could only nod. He stood up and took them off. His cock sprang to attention. It was 7 or 8 inches cut, and thick like a pop can, with a big mushroom head. I'd only ever seen a cock like this in porn. I couldn't take my eyes off it! He licked his hand, and began rubbing his cock. Then he grabbed my legs, pushed my legs back, and spat on my hole. Fuck that was hot! He tongued it for a bit, and I reached again for the condom in my bag. He grabbed my hand with his and growled. He leaned in to kiss me, and pressed his throbbing cock against my tight hole. We kept kissing, and he kept teasing my hole with his cock. Eventually he started to press harder, and the tip of his cock went in me. There was a short, sharp burst of pain and I winced. 'Shhhh, it's ok. Just breathe.' For a moment I realized I'm in the middle of a park, with some guy I just met, and he just put his cock in me bare. 'Wait,' I said breathlessly. 'I have a condom-' 'Doesn't matter boy. My cock's already in you.' And it was. He had slowly thrust his shaft in me. 'Please don't come in me ok? I've never been fucked without a condom on before.' 'Alright boy. But I can guarantee by the end of this you'll be begging for me to breed you.' I didn't know how right he would be. He slowly pulled out, and pushed back in, working up a rhythm. He started to go faster, and I started to moan loudly. He pulled back and readjusted us, so that he could slam his cock in me. I moaned louder. 'Wait,' I said again. I shouldn't be doing this, but it felt so good. He reached over and grabbed his trunks, then shoved them in my mouth. They tasted salty from his sweat and being outside tanning. He pinned my arms down and thrusting furiously back and forth in me. My moans were muffled by Dave's trunks. He let out a deep throaty growl and thrust so deeply in my I thought I was going to cum then and there. 'You going to be a good boy for daddy now?' I nodded. He took the trunks out of my mouth and leaned in to kiss me. 'I'm close boy, get ready for it.' Dave's head rolled back and he looked up at the sky, then back down to me. 'Your ass is so sweet boy. I wasn't going to fuck today, but when I started eating you I knew I had to breed it.' There was that word again, breed. 'Once I've got my cock in someone there's no pulling out. You're going to take my load. You ready for it?' I nodded and told him to breed me. A few thrusts later and Dave let out a furious growl. He placed his body close to mine and I could feel it shudder. He was cumming in me! And it felt so good! He stayed pressed up against me for a while, kissing me. He eventually pulled out, and his cum started to drip out. It must have been a pretty big load. 'Fuck boy that was good.' I nodded in agreement and just lay there. 'Your turn boy.' He knelt down and went to work on my cock. I shot almost immediately into his mouth, and he swallowed every last drop. He lay down next to me, and held me in his arms. I didn't realize it, but we had both been sweating furiously. He told me he was clean, and not to worry. I nodded and told him the same. He ended up fucking me again, getting me to ride him, and shot a second load in me. We exchanged numbers, and hopefully I will see him again soon. I never expected that my first time cruising in public would also be the first time I was fucked raw. Who knows, maybe I'll try bareback again soon.

Hopped on A4A running errands, a familiar profile pops up with a message. His uncut cock looks perfect, but it's at weird angles. He agrees to meet. He comes out, takes me in through the window next to the front door, and I'm in a sex den. We both strip and he hands me poppers. I get to work on his dark uncut cock, 7x6 and offer I'd just cleaned out if he wanted to fuck me. He fingered me twice as I offered him my ass, then he stood up and guided me onto the bed where I spread out, popped my ass out and took his pounding for about 10 minutes. "Can I breed you?" he asked "oh yes, fuck yes, please breed me" was my reply. He pumped into me at least a dozen times, and kept pulsing as he got soft. I can't wait for another load from him.

I can still feel it in me. It's kinda scary, but everytime I think about a throbbing cock entering me bare I get rock hard. I still haven't mustered up the nerve to go to a bathhouse, and am loving public exhibitionism. It's starting to get cold here, so I can't go outside back to the park I took my first load in. I decided to try my luck tonight at a pool's sauna. I'd read about guys hooking up there on craigslist, mostly jerking off, so I figured why not give it a shot. I went about an hour before the sauna closed. After cooking for about 20 minutes in the sauna alone I took a shower, and headed back into the sauna. I wasn't alone this time. Bit of a stocky cub, mid 30's, he had some scruff on his face, a bushy brown hairy chest, and what looked like a cut cock in his wet white speedos. Score! I love stocky guys, and I love speedos. Even better when the two are combined I tried not to stare for too long, not that he appeared to notice. He was lying on his back with one arm behind his head. I sat down fairly close to him. What harm could it do? His cock looked gorgeous in his wet speedos. Looked like he had quite the set of balls on him too. He caught me staring a couple times, whenever he looked over I would quickly look away. At one point I swear his cock looked like it was getting bigger. It was hard to tell though since I wasn't wearing my glasses. I got fairly hard quickly. I had worn my own speedo, black with a blue stripe on the side. It has a built in cock ring, so everything was enhanced. I decided to try my luck, and lay down in a similar position to him, on my back on a lower tier. If he wanted to he could look down and see my entire body, raging hardon and all. Problem was I couldn't see much unless I lifted my head. I think I was lying down for less than a minute when I heard some shuffling. Then I felt something rubbing against my foot. I almost jumped. I looked down and he was stroking my foot softly, with a grin on his face. His other hand reached into his speedos and brought out his cock. He started stroking it, and it looked fairly thick. I whipped my own cock out and we started to jerk off together. We both sat up and started kissing for awhile. I kept glancing over at the door to the sauna, worried that someone might come in. He could sense I was nervous, and he told me not to worry, that there weren't many people left in the pool this close to closing. What the hell, I thought. I went down on him and he started to moan. He was precumming, and I licked every drop up. I started to work his shaft and balls, then he pulled me up and kissed me again. He glanced at the door, then back to me. He stood up quickly, and I thought he heard someone coming, so I started to pull up my speedos. He chuckled and held my hands down. He stood up, got behind me, pulled down my speedos all the way, and started rimming me. Oh god it felt great. He got up and asked me if he could fuck me. I asked him if he was clean, and he said yeah. I guess he took that as a yes, because then I felt his cock press up against my hole. I haven't taken a cock this thick before, and there was quite a bit of pain when he started pushing in. I tried to relax, and he pulled back a bit. He spit on my ass, then on his cock, and tried again. He managed to work his way in a bit, and I tried not to call out in pain. He pressed my body close to his and whispered in my ear to relax. Slowly he eased it in all the way. He wasn't very long which helped. He grabbed on to my hips and started thrusting in and out. He didn't fuck me for long when I felt his body shudder. I could tell he was cumming and I started freaking out. I was in a sauna in a public pool with some stranger cumming in my ass. It was the same terror I felt the first time I took a load, but the fear didn't last as long. It was honestly probably only a fleeting moment, but it still happened. When he was done he pressed himself close to me. We were both sweating profusely from the heat in the sauna. I felt something dripping out of my ass and figured he must have shot a pretty big load in me. I jerked off and came almost instantly. He smiled at me, kissed me, and left. I waited in the sauna for a few minutes, then showered and came home. I can still feel the load in me while I'm typing this. I'm hoping it'll get easier mentally to take loads in the future. This has been a great night all in all.

First, I don’t think that I chose being fag. I was born to be. Second, I don’t see the connection between kneeling before a man and my self-dignity. Feel that man lucky because I am going to suck his dick. I know that I can give such a pleasure for guys that I feel generous for sharing my services. LoL Okay, sometimes I’m sub and let to humiliate me and then I don’t think to my self-dignity. But in these times the pleasure is so high that the lack of dignity doesn’t matter.

Who wants to see the lad i fucked just now

It was late. I was horny. Way too common to joke about. I thought about watching some porn, but I knew that I needed the real thing to be able to go to sleep. So I grabbed my phone and logged into the apps. I scrolled through some profiles, sending Woofs, Smiles, Taps. Whatever that particular app called for. After a few minutes, I got a message notification. It was a simple “Hello.” I looked through his profile. Nice torso pic. Hot bulge pic. Couldn’t host, needed to travel. Top. Two miles away. “Hey, how are you?” I replied. I think it is odd that we play this dance on hook up apps. We are there to get laid. I don’t really care how he is, but I play by the unwritten rules. His response broke the rules. Refreshing. “Hey man, I am really horny. I haven’t had sex in a while. Been too busy to jerk off too. I like your profile and pics. I need to travel. But I don’t have time for a lot of back and forth emails. What do you think?” What the hell. I am horny. He is horny. His pics are hot. His stats are good. “Yeah, let’s meet. I can host. Bottom here.” I send him my address. After a short wait, he says that he can be there in 15 minutes. Great. I put on my normal hook-up attire, a pair of tight gym shorts, no underwear, tshirt. I have somewhat of a bubble butt and I show a decent bulge. Might as well show off what I have. The doorbell rings and I open the door. I am somewhat surprised at how good looking he is. Classically handsome. Some well manicured scruff. Great smile. His tshirt is straining against his pecs and biceps. And his shorts are showing a bigger bulge than his pics showed. I invite him in and we kiss as soon as the door is closed. Once we break the kiss, I grab his hand and lead him upstairs to my bedroom. We start kissing again as we take each other’s clothes off, breaking the kiss only to lift our shirts over our heads. He gently pushes me backwards onto the bed. He crawls between my legs (yes, I have my knees bent to give non-verbal permission to access my hole). We kiss for a few minutes while exploring each other’s bodies with our hands. He then whispers in my ear to roll over and he lifts his weight off me just enough so that I can move. Once I settle on my stomach, he reaches over to the nightstand to get some lube. I hear him greasing up his dick. I think to myself, Wow, he really is horny and not wasting any time. He didn’t ask for a condom. I am on PrEP and don’t normally ask a guy to use a condom either. He is greasing his dick with his left hand. He braces himself on his right hand which is just above my shoulder. He leans forward as he lines up his dick with my hole. Just as he pops inside, he whispers in my ear, “I’m poz.” But he doesn’t stop entering me. He pushes in a few inches. “Are you undetectable?” “Nope” He pushes in a little more. My hole is not cooperating. It should be trying to push him out. “Wait! Are you….toxic?” “Yes, I am.” My mind races. This is kind of why I take PrEP. Just in case I have sex with a poz guy who for whatever reason isn’t undetectable. But do I want to have sex with a guy who knows he is toxic? I feel him push a little and bottoms out. I moan in pleasure. Damn! I shouldn’t be enjoying this so much. I should tell him to pull out so that I can find a condom. He starts to pull his dick back out, but stops when just the tip is still inside. “By the way, my strains are Truvada resistant.” And with that, he slams back inside me. I want to protest, but the piston action of his dick takes over my mind. I hear myself moan in pleasure. I feel my hole completely relax and let him in as deep as possible. I am lost in lust. He fucks me like that for a few minutes. The more he fucks me, the hornier I get. He pulls out and tells me get on my back. I roll over and put my legs on his shoulders. He aligns his dick and goes back inside me. He is standing on his knees, fucking me hard. “You know you want it. I want you to look at me. Tell me you want my load. Beg me for it.” I couldn’t resist. “Yes! Please yes. Breed me. I need your cum deep inside my hole.” “No! You know what to beg for. You PrEP whores are all the same. Bugchasers at heart. Beg!” “Please! Shoot your toxic load inside me. Get me pregnant. Breed me with your toxic cum. Make me poz. I want your seed.” I couldn’t believe I was saying it. Even more, I couldn’t believe that I meant it. And with that, he let out a loud growl and thrust his dick deep inside. I could tell he was cumming. Pulse after pulse, he was delivering his seed. His DNA. His HIV. I came. I hadn’t touched my dick at all. Normally, I stay soft when I get fucked. But I was rock hard. My cum shot across my chest, all the way up to my neck. It was a huge load. We both finally started to come down from our fuck high. He looked at the cum on my chest and smiled. “I knew you wanted it.” He stayed inside me and leaned over to kiss me. I felt connected to him. It was weird. He breaks the kiss and pulls out of my hole. He gets out of bed and walks into the bathroom. I hear him open the medicine cabinet, but it doesn’t register with me. I am still floating a little from a great fuck. He gets back in bed and I feel something enter me again. “This will help. I got your toothbrush out of your bathroom.” I reach down, grab the back of my knees, and pull them to my chest. He has full access. He brushes my hole for a while, then stops, leaving my toothbrush sticking out of my ass. “Here’s what is going to happen. I am your poz daddy now. I will breed you until you get poz test results. I need a poz bottom to whore out. I have some tops that want to get infected but don’t want to bottom. Total tops. They will fuck you until they get what they want. Of course, meds are not an option for you.” “Yes Sir. I understand.” I can't believe that I had transformed that quickly. And that easily. He pulled the toothbrush out of my hole and tickled my opening with his finger. “I really hadn’t shot a load in a few days. You got a lot.” I smiled. He laid down beside me and I cuddled up to him. We both drifted off to sleep.

The first time I sucked a cock was in the back room of a porn store in downtown Vancouver. I’d been there before but this time I went specifically because I wanted to suck a cock. I don’t really remember the specifics of how I ended up sucking the guy i sucked, but I remember being on my knees in the booth and I remember being SO turned on that I was ACTUALLY doing this thing I’d been fantasizing about. I also still remember the taste of his cum and how it lingered in my mouth even after I swallowed. Even though he did cum I don’t think I was a very good cocksucker right away. I got better through trial and error and I learned to deep-throat more recently by practicing with dildos. I think the only way to learn to give a blowjob is to just do it. A lot.

I met him on mh this morning and we exchanged numbers and arranged for him to cum to my apartment tonight. I’m excited because he wants me to wear a mask but mentioned not a word about condoms. He also let me know he is on prep and recently tested negative. I’m pretty sure he wants to put his cum in me and breed me. I will log back in tonight after he leaves to share the details. 😘

i am falling ever faster and harder into the darkness. want to take someone with me.

l make sure my whores are so submissive that they are willing to have anything done to them no matter how degrading. That's a prerequisite to being a usable whore. A faggot can't have standards, pride, shame, rules, limits or self respect. lt has to be willing to let men use it, whore it out, pass it around, degrade it, violate it and generally treat it like a worthless fuckhole. A faggot needs to know that what it likes is irrelevant and that it exists to be used up.

Cumshots. It just won't stop. Was my 2nd wank in a row

"When we'd all calmed down, Walt said that Mary had the foresight to make her final wishes known. They'd bought a cemetery plot at Memorial Gardens and she wanted a simple graveside service. Maureen would get her jewelry and any clothing she wanted, with the remainder to be donated to charity. I offered to call the cemetery but Walt said that he needed to do it and excused himself to go into the living room. Maureen selected about 10 of Mary's most beautiful dresses and she also picked out a picture of Mary when she was healthy for me to borrow. Returning from the living room, Walt said the funeral would take place in 2 days, Saturday at 12:30 PM and they'd be sending a car to pick Mary up. There were other things to be done and I assured Walt and Maureen that I'd handle them. Some 15 minutes later, they came for Mary and we said our goodbyes before they took her with care. Excusing myself, I went back to my place where I created a notice of Mary's passing along with the necessary information which I'd post in the bulletin board in the lobby. Satisfied that it was appropriate, I printed it out and posted it on the bulletin board before setting out on my errands. First stop was a print shop, where I arranged for the picture of Mary to be enlarged to portrait size and I bought an easel for display and have it delivered to my place the next day. Next was the Double Deuce, where I spoke to the owner about setting up a reception after the funeral at my condo. Surprisingly, he said he'd supply the beer and booze at cost and no charge for the ice and barware because he couldn't make a profit from someone's death and he'd come midmorning to set up and also supply the food, thus saving me another trip. Maureen texted me to come to Walt's and dinner had been ordered. I got back and found the door ajar. Walt explained that people were stopping by to convey their condolences. Of course, it came as no surprised since Mary was quite beloved. Maureen informed me that a dozen people were coming in from out of town and all were staying at the local hotel and she arranged extra limousines for them aside from the one for the 3 of us. Dinner arrived and we ate in relative silence. More people stopped in to pay their respects and at 10 PM, I locked the door and went back to my unit. The next morning, I awoke early and bought coffee and pastries for 3, ordering the same to be delivered the next day. We ate breakfast together, reminiscing. More of the residents stopped by and Maureen said Mary would approve of us indulging in burgers, fries and shakes for lunch, so I went to a local fast food joint. Later in the day, I got to meet family and friends, with Walt introducing me as the son who came to them late in life and Maureen calling me her bro. Dinner was chicken parmigiana and pasta with pesto sauce which Maureen cooked. We made an early night of it and back at my unit, I opened the enlargement of Mary's portrait, which had arrived earlier and placed it on the easel. The next morning, I showered and joined Walt and Maureen for breakfast. Back at my place, I changed into a dark suit and before long, the guy from the Double Deuce arrived and while he went to work setting up, I put the easel with Mary's portrait in the entryway. Down on the ground floor, Walt was in a black suit and Maureen was in what I knew to be one of Mary's favorite dresses. It was subdued and elegant without being ostentatious. 'I'd packed a black dress, but this makes me feel close to Mom' She explained. Walt and I gave her our approval. Soon, the limousine arrived and it was a short drive to the cemetery. A mahogany casket, Mary's choice sat atop the grave. Others began to arrive and they filed by us. Promptly at 12:30 the service began. First the Priest offered a few prayers and then Walt, Maureen and I spoke briefly about how we loved Mary and what she meant to us. After the casket was lowered, I announced the reception would be held at my place. To be continued

We actually have the electoral college because the slave states wanted to ensure that slavery would be protected, and thus they refused to sign onto the Constitution until (a) the idea of giving every state two senators, regardless of size, and placing that provision outside the amendment process, was included; (b) the House was apportioned by counting enslaved people, who could not vote, albeit at a 40% discount; and (c) having the president selected by electors, who equaled in number the senators and representatives from a state. This meant that after the first census (in 1790), VA ended up with 19 House seats and 21 electors, while PA only had 13 House seats and 15 electors, even though it had virtually the same number of men eligible to vote. It's also true that we have a republic, but a republic is a FORM of democracy. "Republic" means simply that we elect people who make most of the decisions of governance for us, as opposed to having a referendum on every single thing that comes up (we'd be voting full-time if we did). It never was about people being "very smart" or "well read"; you could vote for Congress if you were a free white male over the age of majority (with the additional qualification, in some states, of owning some form of property). Rather, the "official" justification for the electoral college was that the candidates for president would likely not be known to anyone outside their home state area, and thus state legislatures, who would know the most widely traveled residents of the state, could use them as electors to then choose the president. In reality, once political parties formed - which happened during Washington's second term and which permeated the 1796 election between Adams and Jefferson - identifying with a particular state was no longer the issue; it was which party backed the candidate. And as for slavery preservation being the basis for the EC: look at the results for the first twelve races: 1788 - Washington (slave state) wins 1792 - Washington (slave state) wins 1796 - Adams (free state) wins, but only barely 1800 - Jefferson (slave state) wins 1804 - Jefferson (slave state) wins 1808 - Madison (slave state) wins 1812 - Madison (slave state) wins 1816 - Monroe (slave state) wins 1820 - Monroe (slave state) wins 1824 - Adams (free state) wins, but not via the EC. 1828 - Jackson (slave state) wins 1832 - Jackson (slave state) wins There's a reason all those presidents from slave states kept winning. The votes of white slaveholders and their fellow state residents counted for a lot more than those of white free men in non-slave states, because of how the electors were apportioned. In any event: in the 21st century, the excuse that people wouldn't know the candidates is ridiculous, as is the notion that electors would exercise independent judgment to keep lowlifes out of the White House (see, for instance, the 2016 election). There's no reason the vote of a person in Wyoming should count for more than three times what the vote of a person in California should (or, to flip the party issues: the vote of a person in Rhode Island shouldn't count for three times what the vote of a person in Texas does).

6. Dance with the Devil "Those boots do great things for your ass," Jon said. He was walking down the hall, now fully dressed with a dark red harness, a matching cod piece, and a pair of aggressive motorcycle boots. His chest was airbrushed lightly in red, and there was a bit of devil make-up as well. He was hot. "Thank you," I stammered. I was trying not to stare too much. I would sell my soul to have him fuck me. Jon turned to Leo. "You want to find Cal in the kitchen. He'll want the supplies. I'll take our boy?" "Right on," Leo said. "Head's in the clouds," he said, as he gently pushed me towards Jon. I was a bit scared. I was high and very horny, and I wasn't sure I wanted Jon to know that about me. "Breed him?" Jon asked. He grabbed on to front of my harness and pulled me towards him. "Got Leo's load in you?" he whispered. "Yeah, he does," Leo said. "He's got a hungry hole." I blushed, but Jon just leaned in and kissed me. As we kissed, his free hand reached around and started to explore my hole. "Wet," he said, before continuing kissing me. I was wet, and his finger pressed in easily. "Hot," he said. He pulled his finger out. "Plenty of time for that later," he said, and motioned for me to follow him. I followed him; he took me to the living room. There was a small dance floor set up, looking out over the Hollywood Hills, with the sign in the distance. There were maybe ten men on the dance floor, about a third of them younger guys, like me. The rest were muscular older men like Jon. They were all in various stages of costume and dress, although everyone was in some degree of leather. I was staring at one boy. He had goat horns, and a pentagram painted on his chest. He looked familiar, but he was blindfolded. Despite not being able to see, he was still bent over as a leather-clad, muscular half-man, half-robot fucked him. Finally, I recognized it was Seth. "Yeah," Jon said, noticing my sudden shock. "He's a hungry boy. Just like you." He pulled me close to him, as I watched Seth get fucked. "And that's JP," he said, pointing out the Borg fucking Seth. "Not that Seth cares who fucks him." "Hi," a soft voice said beside me. I turned, and saw a tall, skinny, furry boy. The only thing he had on was a pair of heavy leather boots. "Oh, great. This is James, our G-boy," Jon said. "Aren't you, James?" "Yeah," he said. "What do you want?" "Kenta's probably due for .8. And I'll do 1.2," Jon said. "And you need to do some as well." The music was deep, and thumping, but it was still easy to talk. "So, .8, 1.2, and 1.4," James said. "Perfect," Jon answered, and turned his attention back to me. I was starting to sway in time with the beat, feeling the animal power of the music. "You wanna dance with the devil?" I looked over Jon. I noticed he had99 written over his stomach. I couldn't remember it if had always been there. Below it was a biohazard tattoo. Everything seemed suddenly so dangerous. There were warning signs, but it was also still a Halloween party. There was nothing to be scared of. "Yeah," I said. "I'd love to." "Good," Jon said. He grabbed my by the harness again, and pulled me onto the dance floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Seth. He was still bent over and blindfolded, but JP-as-the-Borg had disappeared, and there was now a man in greasy coveralls fucking him. Jon spun me around, my back against his chest, and wrapped a thick arm around, holding me in place. There were maybe ten or twelve men dancing. The area wasn't that big, so we were all pressed together. Most of the men had little more than a piece or two of leather on. It accentuated their muscles and their strength. There were a few boys like me, younger, smooth, and slim. Each had found an older man or two, and had the distinctive dance of a boy being fucked. "Like what you see?" Jon whispered into my ear. I felt his leather cod piece rub up against my hole. "Yeah," I whispered, just loudly enough for him to hear. The entire situation seemed both impossible and inevitable. There were so many men, so many erect members, and we were all there for sex. "It's really hot." "Let's get this out of the way," Jon said. He reached down and pulled off the cod piece. His stuck out straight, erect, and like a heat-seeking missile, homed in on my hole. "Feels wet," he whispered in my ear. "How many men have been up there?" "Two," I said. "Just Seth and Leo." "Slow start," Jon said. "We need to get that hole dripping." His cockhead was pressed against me. But he was moving in precise alignment with me. Each time I tried to slide his tool in, he would pull back just enough to keep me unsatisfied. "Let me fuck you," he said. "I can do this for us." "Please," I begged. "Fuck me" I was staring at all the boys around me, all of them with a thick daddy dick in their hole, each one taking the older man's fluids, begging for the relative stranger's cum. "Fuck me," I repeated. The boy next to me was grunting the same thing. "As you want," Jon said, and pressed his cock into me. He was big, but not too big. After Seth and Leo, he slid in easily, and although I gasped, it was just the pleasure of being penetrated. He didn't bother to slow down in response. It was both scary and hot, knowing that his first priority was his own pleasure. "That what you want boy?" he asked. "Hard, raw dad cock in your hole?" "Please. Fuck me," I grunted. Jon's bare cock was what I had been fantasizing about for the past week, and now it was inside me. I couldn't believe it was happening. "Of course boy," he said. "You feel good on the inside." "You feel good inside me." "I like this," he said, sliding his dick in and out of my hole. "It's good to be inside you." We fucked for a bit, just enjoying the warmth and connection between us. Finally, Jon continued. "Seth said you were on Prep." "Yeah," I said. I didn't want to think about this. It didn't matter. I took a drug, and it made everything fine. "Uh. He told me too. That you're, uh." I stumbled. It was hard to think, but I knew that this was something I need to ask. "You're poz." "Yeah." He didn't say anything else. It was a statement of undeniable fact. "But," I started. His cock was buried in my hole, and I didn't want him to pull out. Nor did I want him to put a condom on. I loved how intimate this felt, even if we had only known each other for a few minutes. "But. I'm on prep," I said. "That means it doesn't matter, right?" "No. It doesn't matter now, does it?" Jon said. He pulled out, so just his dickhead was in my ass. The music shifted. The beat was lower and slower. I felt my heart beating in sync with the music. My head was spinning, my hole was hungry, and I just wanted dick. It was probably only a second or two, but it felt like eternity before Jon relented and pressed his dick back into me. "Fuck," he said. "Love feeling that cum in you." We fucked for a few minutes, long enough for the song to change. Then, in front of me was James. He had three plastic cups with some orange juice in it. He handed me one, then one to Jon, and he kept one for himself. "Cheer," Jon said. "To a night of partying." "To a night of playing," James said. "Drink up," he said. "Do it like a shot," he whispered to me. The three of us downed the orange juice, all of us in a single swallow. I could taste a bitter flavor. I remembered the G that Seth had given me earlier. I was getting re-dosed. "So good," James said. He leaned in and kissed me. His tongue tasted like the juice-drug mixture, and I was momentarily worried I was getting an extra dose. But James's furry body felt so good pressed against me, and I quickly forgot about anything I was supposed to be concerned about. "You're hot," he said, running his hands over my body. "Isn't he?" Jon said. "I just want to fuck him all night long." "All night?" James asked, a bit nervously. "Don't worry," Jon said. "I've got enough cum for both of you." "Thank you," James said. "I know how you like it." "You do," Jon said. He smiled, and leaned over my shoulder to kiss James. "Leo's around. Get yourself in the mood, and get some more cock?" "Yes sir," James said. My hole twitched when he called Jon "Sir." I had seen it in videos, but it had always been staged and flat. But when James said it, it had the respect and fear that I had jerked off imagining. He gave me one last kiss. "You're going to have fun tonight," he said. Although there were only fifteen or twenty guys on the floor, the light was dim, and there was a bit of a haze in the room. I could smell the familiar sweetness of weed, but also the scent of the crystal. It seemed like everybody was getting high tonight. "He's another hungry boy," Jon said. He kept his cock in my ass. "He'll be out searching for someone to fuck him." He rubbed his beard against my neck and nibbled on my ear. "At least you have mine." He reached down and grabbed the jockstrap's pouch. My dick was still stubbornly soft, despite how turned-on I was. "Tina dick," Jon said. "This has never happened to me," I said. "Don't worry about it," Jon replied. "It's pretty common. I took a viagra earlier. But you. You've already got a thick, hard cock. It's just fucking you." "Oh fuck," I moaned again. Jon's cock was incredibly stiff inside me. It was like someone was ramming a steel dildo into my ass, and despite the discomfort, I was in sex heaven. The discomfort may have even been a factor in how happy I was. I was thinking about the way James had said Sir earlier. Thinking about how in the moment, I would do anything that Jon asked me to do. "Please. Fuck me." "Hell yeah. Looking forward to getting this hole a few times tonight," he said. He pushed me forward slightly, so I was bent over. The shift in position gave Jon an opening, and another inch of his dick slid into me. "Fuuuuuck," I moaned. In front of me a camouflaged jock strap suddenly appeared. Jon gave a sudden thrust, and my head jerked downwards. He was wearing a pair of black paratrooper boots. Jon pulled out, and this time my head was yanked back. He had a thick, muscular body, and his chest was covered n light brown fur. I could see the colorful tattoos across his body. But mostly, I stared at the belt of ammo slung across his chest. "Ohhh fuuuuck," I moaned, as Jon continued to pound my hole. The stranger watched me for several seconds. "This the new boy Seth's been talking about?" he finally said. "Yeah," Jon said. "This is Kenta. Kenta, say hello to Sarge." "Hi, Sarge," I managed to say, before he grabbed my head in his hands, and pulled me in for a kiss. "You're gonna be so much fun," he said, finally releasing his grip on me. He turned back to Jon. "Fire in the hole?" he asked. "Not yet. You wanna do the honors?" "Sure." Jon slammed his cock back into me all the way. This time, though, he held it. "You're gonna go with Sarge. He's going to get you to the next level." I nodded. "You wanna get to the next level?" Sarge stared at me, smiled, and then reached down to adjust his jockstrap. It was already straining against his cock. "Yeah," I started. "The next level. But. Your load." "Don't worry. You're gonna get several of my loads. Just, just I like a hole that's been a bit more, how do you say?" He paused for a moment, then leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Used."

Ch.3 It all gets blurry after this. I was already in the middle of a fuck high and still trying to process everything that had just happened. Now, however, I was in the middle of a cluster of men. All had just watched me bred and judging from the stiffness of the cocks on display they all wanted to join in adding to the cum cocktail now inside me. I felt several pairs of hands on my skin. Stroking me, poking and pinching me. Groping and exploring my body as I remained on my hands and knees like a prize bitch before judges. My nipples were being pulled and my cock was squeezed and stroked as I panted at the overwhelming attention. I felt multiple fingers probing my arsehole. Several at once stretching me even more than the thick cocks of the last two to fuck me. I was moaning and gasping continuously as the sensations all played against each other and left me almost delirious with lust. Pretty soon there was a hard cock right in front of my face and without thinking I opened my mouth and began sucking the tip. Other cocks appeared and were wanked next to my face as I continued sucking the first cock offered. The first guy pulled away by some unspoken signal and was replaced by another cock and I just kept sucking and licking. One would stay in my mouth for a few moments, maybe a minute or so, then they would step aside for another to press between my lips. Behind me it was largely similar. While I was busying myself giving blowjobs to any cock I could reach my arse was receiving a lot of attention. I had been spanked and fingered constantly since being surrounded but eventually someone took the initiative and mounted me. I’ll never know who they were but they fucked me hard and fast for a few minutes before grunting and depositing their own sticky load deep inside me. This was met with a small cheer and as he pulled out of my freshly fucked hole someone quickly replaced him and I was rocked on yet another anonymous cock. Several guys just jerked off over the fuck scene adding to the multiple spunk loads already soaking me. My arse was a sloppy, well fucked mess, I can only imagine it was pretty well gaped and puffy from how it felt to me. My face was dripping from loads as guys had pulled from my mouth to glaze me with cum like a victory mark. I honestly don’t know how long I was in that position or how many men took turns on me. All I know is that throughout the entire event my cock was leaking and tingling just on the edge of orgasm without release and this kept me begging for more. More cock. More cum. Any cock. Any cum. Eventually the numbers thinned as guys were spent or realised how long they had been there. I was left pretty much at the point of collapse, face down arse up, across the bench. There were I think five or six guys still there. All older but still sporting very hard cocks. They weren’t fucking me though. They were just stroking me and slowly bringing me back to my senses from the non-stop gang fuck I had endured. “Damn boy! That was fucking hot to watch.” “Yeah, you are one of the dirtiest cunts I’ve seen in here for a long time!” I smiled and lay on my back staring at the ceiling just revelling in the sensation still running through me. The constant prostate stimulation was keeping my own cock aching and throbbing but for some reason I just didn’t want to touch it. As I start to relax I feel someone step between my thighs and grab my ankles. I assumed he was one of the group who had stayed with me. He grinned down at me and dropped his towel to reveal a sizeable cock with a thick P.A piercing as I groaned at the thought of this working into me I noticed the scorpion tattoo on his hip the tail pointing aggressively towards the base of his shaft. My eyes go wide at the obvious implication, sure I’ve just been bred multiple times, but on the come down I was regaining a semblance of sense and I tense up a little. He chuckles pushes my legs wide and guides that thick poisonous dick to my sloppy open fuck hole. There is almost no resistance and he slides in my cum slick channel easily. “Nice wet cunt.” He leers down at me as his hips begin to rock. Damn he is deep in me and that PA is pressing on me in ways I’ve never felt. The other guys are just watching and jacking their cocks along with the pumping motion of this large toxic cock as it prepares my hole for another shot of venom. I am rolling my head back as he begins to increase his pace. My hands are clawing at the surface of the bench and my hips are bouncing onto him as he sets the pace. My body knows what it needs and it is reacting without my conscious action. “How many loads you got in you son?” I can barely garble a reply of “Dunno” “Good boy! Why count them? There’s never enough for a slut like you anyway.” I know it’s the truth. Even so I can feel myself blush. Naked, cum filled, cum covered. Just been fucked multiple times in front of lots of guys. But somehow its this that causes me to blush. He chuckles again and increases the pace. Fucking me harder, my hole is making obscene noises as he mixes all of the cum already in me up. I am back to panting and moaning when he throws his head back and grunts. His cock throbs inside my arse and I know he is delivering his dangerous cumload as deeply as he can. He slides himself from my very well used cunt and pats my shoulder. “You’re definitely in the club now boy. But I think my friends still want to make sure.” He gestures to the other men remaining and they help me stand and, in confusion, I allow them to lead me across the room on shaky legs where they push me back onto the sling and strap my ankles to the chains.

Ch.2 I’m not waiting long before I feel hands on my head making me face forward. I am lifted until on my hands and knees and facing a fairly thick set of legs with a thick cock jutting from between them. The head is leaking precum which has soaked all around his thick foreskin. I lick my lips unconsciously and lean forward. I run my tongue all around that cock head revelling in the flavour of his juices. I flick my tongue around the tip and his piss-slit before worming under that foreskin to tease around his glans. He begins to buck as I work the sensitive cockhead causing him to push into my mouth. I don’t hesitate and begin to suck him hungrily. He grabs my head on either side and starts a fucking motion. I start to moan around his dick to cause vibration through his shaft and he grunts at my efforts to please him. “Fucking good cocksucker, watched you take that load just now. Knew you’d want some more spunk in you.” As he says this I feel another pair of hands on my arse spreading me. I try to brace myself for the fucking to come but instead I feel warmth and then the sensation of my hole being licked. My eyes roll in pleasure as I am rimmed. The cock in my mouth keeps up its relentless pace and I am really moaning now as I feel fingers shoved into me. “Just wanted to make sure you were good and open. We’re both pretty thick.” The voice from behind me was a little muffled but I processed the intent and was thankful for the consideration. Even though I had just been fucked if the guy behind me was anything like the guy currently using my mouth it was going to stretch me. Moments later I feel the shifting as the guy behind me, satisfied that I was open enough, moves himself into position. The thick, blunt head that presses to my ring and forces through in a swift fashion would have had me shouting if I wasn’t already gagged with cock. It doesn’t really hurt, other than in that good way that comes from being stretched, but I feel unready as they both begin to match thrusts inside me. Filled at either end, my hips and head being held I have no choice but to go with it and ride it out. Not that I’m complaining. On the contrary I’m moaning like a total slut being stretched, fucked and used by two very thick cocked guys either one of which could probably lift me one handed. It is wonderful and I am completely gone. I’m not driving anymore. Need is. Lust is. These two amazing fuckers are. I know my arse is going to be gaped after this, the pounding that has built up behind me is punishing my behind in the best ways I can imagine. The long thrusts in and out of me in constant rhythm have my own cock bouncing under me and dripping precum like crazy. The slide and stretch that pulls at my anal muscles then keeps rocking my prostate has me bucking my hips like the keenest bitch. All the while I am drooling and moaning around the buddy who is using my mouth like his favourite wank toy. “Fuck this cunt is good.” “I know. Bitch can suck too.” “You close? Or you wanna swap?” “Happy to change it up, I want to try everything this fucker has before we breed him.” I can hear the words and in some way I understand whats happening as they both suddenly withdraw and leave me panting on the bench. A moaning sticky mess. They are quick to swap ends though and I am very quickly pulled back how they want me. With no time to relax or even say anything they both drive into me. I taste myself on the cock now filling my mouth holding my jaw wide. My tongue flicks around the shaft as the guy, who just seconds ago was stretching out my arsehole, begins to push into my throat. Trying to accommodate him my focus is lost as I am pushed forward by the guy behind me as he rams himself home. I am again a fuck tube for them both. I swear their cocks are almost identical. I feel stretched in practically the same way at either end as they pick up their pace. The hammering at my backdoor has me once again groaning in total pleasure around the cock making me gag and I feel my whole body shudder as they use me for their enjoyment. “Both of us are going to cum up your cunt.” “Yeah, we figured you were here for loads when we saw you bouncing on that cock earlier.” “Going to soak you with spunk you dirty slut.” “You know it’s what you want.” I know they were talking to me, I know it was all true. I do want it. It’s the only thing that matters. I need their cum mixing inside me. Even as they are talking I am nodding in agreement, unable to form any words around the impressive cock stretching my lips. “I reckon there’s a good few here tonight who’ll want to add to that cumdump hole.” “Fuck yes, you come in here and start taking loads you’ll definitely get noticed.” “No way you leave without being properly bred you dirty cunt.” I was moaning incoherently as they pound me harder. Their dirty talking turning me on but becoming darker as they fucked me more and more. Maybe it’s just cum talk. Saying the nastiest things to push each other over the edge. As their pleasure builds so they lose the normal internal censor. “Fuck yes! Building up a nice dirty load for your hole you fucking slut.” The guy fucking my arse wasn’t quiet he was pretty much yells this as he drive his thick shaft into my sloppy hole. It feels so good I can’t even try to pull away. But it’s pretty obvious they intend to make me take more than cum from them. “Fuck him harder.” The guy in my mouth is holding my head firmly as his mate slams into me over and over. “Tear that hole up good for your spunk!” “Oh yes going to knock you up bitch.” I was still rocking my hips. The pleasure is undeniable and with no way out I have to take his cock. And his cum. He groans as he shoves into me. I feel his cock pulsing as he squeezes my hips. “Fuck, oh fuck. Cumming you cunt. Breeding you!” I can’t help it. I moan around the cock in my mouth again. It does feel good and I love the sensation. I guess I just never expected to be used so thoroughly and in such plain sight. The cock is pulled from my arse and I start to slump on the bench. But I am held in place as the guy at my head moves behind me and jams his cock back into my fuckhole. “Oh fuck!” It’s all I can manage as I am again subjected to a pounding fuck. The guy who had just unloaded inside me has walked up to my head and knelt in front of me. Holding my head he looks into my eyes and grins. I am mumbling as I am taking his buddy’s cock hard and fast but he just talks to me. “Yeah we’re both poz. Both unmedicated and we’ve both fucked you hard. Plus from what I’ve seen behind you there’s quite a crowd who wanted to see what all the noise was and from all of the stroking going on quite a few want to add to the spunk filling inside you.” “I don’t..” “Shhh. Yes you do. You know you came in here tonight looking to get fucked and now you will be. By the time you leave here you will definitely be knocked up so you might as well enjoy it. It certainly looks like you have been so far.” As he finishes talking he reaches under me and squeezes my leaking dick. As he did this his mate fucked hard into me a few more times then roared as his climax took him over. My hole swallows his cock and his cum while I push my face into the bench yelling in my own pleasure. I hear a smattering of applause from around the room and I raise my head to see at least a dozen guys watching these two congratulating themselves on their very thorough breeding of me. As the two disappear out of the room several of the onlookers step forward and surround the bench. I realise I haven’t even moved. I’m still on my hands and knees presenting my well fucked arse to the crowd. I might as well have sent out invitations.

I was working for one of those urban life magazines when my editor gave me an assignment that changed my life in so many ways. He wanted an article on the "new phenomenon" of bug chasing. Specifically, he wanted to tell our shrinking number of readers what would cause people do actively seek HIV infection. Even I knew that this was nothing new and had been going on for years. I could have asked why he didn't choose one of the gay guys on staff to write it, but I also knew the magazine was in financial trouble. Saving my job was a priority. So, I took the assignment without protest. My girlfriend was out of town on an extended work assignment eliminating the need to explain what I was going to be doing. So, I Googled bug chasing, found some background information and web sites which eventually led me to a club downtown called Positively Fourth Street. I assumed it was named for the old Bob Dylan song, but this place had nothing to do with Dylan. I began hanging out there trying to interview self described bug chasers. I spent the next few weeks chasing them, trying to get their stories. Frankly, most guys wouldn't talk to me, and the handful of guys who would didn't have anything to say that I hadn't read online. Plus I was wading through an incredible amount of bullshit from guys who only wanted to talk about being pozed and were no action. I had hoped to find someone who had gone through or was going through this experience who would tell me why and shed some insight on their hopes and fears. My plan was to feature one or two guys and tell their stories. However, I just couldn't find that connection. Then one night, I was sitting at the bar when this guy walked in. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. Frankly, he looked like a Greek God. To my surprise, he sat down next to me. I considered myself straight, but that kind of went out the window. Introducing ourselves, I learned his name was Eric. Desperate for a story to write, I blurted out my mission. Eric listened attentively and then told me he was not a chaser, but rather the opposite: he was an HIV positive top. He continued, telling me a lot of things including erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding, and not out of discomfort, but rather out of a desire to be share his experiences in some (perhaps) surreptitious manner. I did not want to see myself having sex with him, but, on the other hand, I had no doubt he was, in some degree, coming on to me. His HIV status, of course, gave me additional pause, but I knew the virus could not be transmitted through voyeurism. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue (perhaps enhanced by the alcohol we were downing) and he intimated he was could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his "massive viral load". As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they "helped prime a bottom's plumbing", which meant nothing to me at the time. He told me he was "pozzing" a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was tumescent at the thought of seeing watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. Some chances only come once in a lifetime, or so I temporized. It probably didn't hurt Eric's hand chanced brushed my crotch, and that when he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool, and Eric's crotch chanced to press against my thigh. In retrospect I think he might have been semi-erect - or was it wishful thinking on my part? In short, I accepted his offer and jotted down his address. The next day, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing is doorbell. Eric answered the door buck fucking naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a loosing battle. He was built like the proverbial shit house: a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick, uncut cock that never hung quite down, as did cocks in my (admittedly limited) experience, but it sort-of arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he bade me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the 'fuck-fest', to use his words. He disappeared back into another room. I sat down in front of a TV showing an all male porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had very physical sex. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. My dick did not return to its normal, flaccid state. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10, thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric's dick. What had I gotten myself into? Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally he said that it looked like his friend wasn't going to show. He told me that he was really horny (no kidding). He asked me, no, he told me to suck his cock. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced. After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there. I don't remember undressing, but I ended up naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock, balls and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: not only did his cock not loose any rigidity, but drops of pre-cum were sporadically oozing out of his cock head. His pre-cum was fascinating: slick, salty and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could literally feel myself being opened up. I knew what he intended, and so said 'no' to each of his several entreaties "hey, man, I've gotta slip my cock in your hole," but persistence and lust won out over logic, and, when he assured me he'd pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. To be sure, however, I told him there was no way i was going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on all 4s. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first - pain the likes of which I had (not surprisingly), never before experienced. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened-up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: was I going to piss myself or was I going to blow a load? I honestly didn't know, (and in some measure, didn't care), but I did know I now understood why so many guys loved anal sex. Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an orgasm, but I heard (or didn't want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting-up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him "no mas" at the first sign he was going to cum in me. While all this was happening my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything I was experiencing, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me. After a really long time, perhaps twenty minutes or so, he said he had some things to tell me. He told me that he could stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. He said he could cum and not make a sound. Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. He told me he had already cum in me twice. Then he said "here cums the third load." Before I could react, Eric's right hand moved to my shoulder and pushed me face down into the mattress. His left arm tightened around my hips. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock seem to vibrate and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time. I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric collapsed on top of me, his semi-hard cock plugging my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me that my "friends at the bar" had hired him to do it. They told him that I wanted it. They said I'd make up some story about why I hung out in the bar, but that he should ignore it. I was surprised he would do this for money. He told me he was paid quite well. He called himself a 'poztitute'. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I needed time to get my head around all that had happened. I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. When I finally came out of the bathroom, the apartment was dark, and he was snoring. I thought about it for a bit, and finally slipped into bed with him. He later fucked me two more times, cumming multiple times. Early that morning I dressed and went home. When my girlfriend got back to town, I broke up with her. I told her I met someone else. I hated hurting her, but I just couldn't take the chance of infecting her. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I wrote the article about my experience as though I had interviewed someone else. It was the best thing I ever wrote, but the magazine went out of business before it was published. I work for a public relations firm now. I haven't had sex since all this happened, but I think I'm ready to get out there. There are some big-talking, no-action guys at a certain bar for whom I have certain gifts. Paybacks are a bitch.

After Covid-19 hot here in Toronto and the gov’t closed all bathhouses here, I did jerk off a lot. I was climbing the walls like many on here. I resumed my bb fun in August-September, getting more oral loads than anal loads in me. Then, the Covid numbers were low and the weather was warm then. I met two younger sexbuds off Grindr. The 29 yr Filipino has been more of a regular visitor than the 39 yr old over to my place. Local BBRT and Grindr are full of lookers, unwilling to have sex because now Toronto and adjoining region are under a 28-day lockdown. Persuading guys to become regular sexbuds is best. Jerking off to bb porn can never replace a juicy cock to suck or hole to eat in front of you. My 10 cents. Do what you want to do, sexpigs, during Covid-19, but be realistic and stay Covid-free and healthy!

I'll take that as a compliment. 🙂 though I will say, none of this is especially secret information; while I knew the contours of it, I was able to double-check the winners of those first twelve presidential elections in about 2 minutes total using Google. You just have to want to find it. As someone who was originally slated for a career in teaching history before getting sidetracked, I still have my interest in digging up the facts.

Let's see pics of every detail. Sounds like very hot encounters. Next time don't bother putting condoms out. Never bother putting condoms out!

He arrived a little after 8. In walked my type of daddy bear. He brought some weed so we sat and got high and he asked to suck my cock but to keep my mask on. I let him suck my cock for a few minutes the whole time just lusting at the idea of him breeding me in my bed... I couldn’t stop thinking about taking his load...this is my type of Bear. At least twice my age... so hot...I finally gave in and got down on my knees removed my mask and got my first taste of daddy’s cock. Nice average cock but very hard. I reached up and ran my hands through his thick grey chest hair and found his nipples. I could feel him get harder in my mouth as I squeezed his nipples and kept him in my mouth. I could taste his precum after a couple minutes it started to leak out...That got me really fucking hard...He pulled me up and asked me to lead him to the bed. I walked him into my bedroom and pointed to the lube on my nightstand... I had condoms out just in case he wanted to use them. He asked me to lay on my back on the edge of the bed and lifted my legs above my head and buried his face in my ass. He had his tongue inside me making me squirm as he squeezed my cock and reached up to tweak my nipples with his mouth working my pussy into a big wet spit filled mess. He suddenly stood up and grabbed for the lube and poured some on my pussy and on his cock. He left the condoms on the nightstand and began to rub my pussy with his bare cock. He slowly put the tip in and teased me for a few minutes before I pulled him in balls deep. His gray chest hair and beer belly had me so turned on I was rock hard. I was so hard having this daddy bear bury his cock in me. He was so hot looking into my eyes as he started fucking my hike holding both my legs up...He was slowly fucking my hole taking his cock almost all the way out and then Forcefully going in balls deep, slowly pulling out and then urgently filling me again with his rock hard cock. I started to feel my prostate buzz and my cock was starting to ooze my own precum. Daddy asked me to get on my knees and face away from him. He put some more lube on his cock and slowly slid all the way back in my ass. I gasped from the pleasure I was feeling in my prostrate from his cock. I was squeezing his cock with my ass just begging for his load. Daddy continued to fuck me like this for another 10 minutes when started grunting a little louder I could tell he was getting close. I began backing my ass all the up on his cock to meet his thrusts and I started to whisper to him that I wanted to feel his cum. I wanted to feel him explode in me and make me his own by sharing his cum with me... my whole purpose is to take his cum and make him happy...I was softly moaning each time his cock would fill me... then he let me know he was getting really close and asked if I really wanted his load. I reached back and tugged on his nipple and kindly asked for him to breed me and make his completely. He grunted a couple times and as I squeezed his cock with my ass I could feel his cum running down onto my balls. Daddy had emptied his balks into me. I think I might be falling in love with him already. We’ve been messaging all morning and plan to have him back over Wednesday night.

I love doing it so much. To hear a guy moan when my tongue is opening his hole is such a turn-on. Hard just thinking about it right now.

I just did 15 minutes ago.....now he’s in fucking my son....

Fuck yeah. It's hot. Especially if he's smoking weed.

I have been a bareback cumdumpster since day one

Furthermore, this is the question whose answer depends on the situation. My hole is definitely tight at the beginning of the session but after hours and a huge amount of guys who fucked me it is supposedly loose.

I love the feeling of being touched. Him pushing into me the first time. Feeling him speed up, pounding into me

Adam4Adam isn't really popular in Europe, so I haven't actively used it since leaving the US 7 years ago. The underlying issue being addressed by the OP isn't just limited to that one stie, however, as I have personally experienced the same thing on multiple dating/hookup apps as well. I'm of the opinion of being initially polite and respectful...simply stating that I'm not interedted in whatever proposition that is going against my stated interests. (hosting, topping, or especially any kind of drug use). Where I do get a bit miffed, though, are with the guys who are unreasnably persistent or repeat offenders. I find it's easier to just block them and move on, rather than dwell and have a pointless argument with someone I really have no interest in getting to know.

I don't allow other people to define me, if they want to call me a faggot go for it but I will ask them "is that the best you can do?" "did you think of that all by yourself or did you need help?" Most people that call you things like that are looking for a reaction, if you laugh in their face it takes all their power away and leaves them looking like an jackass.

[think before following links] https://dn1.newtumbl.com/img/478483/63372952/1/63289383/nT_q1b368p8k57nx7k0sf2z0yb1.gif Wouldn't you love to have him in your hole!

Got fisted by a guy while his partner sat his big ass on my face. I knew he was playing with my asshole, but I didn't realize he'd gotten his whole hand up there. [EG] Guess that kinda made me look like a real slut? (That and not getting their names.)

Married/closeted and haven't had the chance to get fucked since late last year. This Wednesday I was feeling slutty and wanted a load. After my wife went to bed, I texted a guy who I'd had an abortive attempt to hook up with before. I told him what I was after and that he'd need to fuck in my garage, and cum fast, and please bring lube 🙂 He was up for it and I was freaking out a little bit. I almost gave up when I heard the back gate swing open at 1140pm. Late 20s black guy with a chill demeanor. We greeted each other perfunctorily and he followed me into the garage. After we'd replaced our living room couch last time, I put its predecessor in the garage. i bent over the arm and pulled down my flannel pajama pants. He lubed up my hole and pulled out his dick. I knew from a pic that he was 7" and thick. But even though this was the second time he'd been inside of me, I hadn't actually gotten a look at his dick. He slipped in more easily than I anticipated and then pounded my ass better than I hoped. As I requested, he had a big load ready for me that he soon shot in me. As I went back inside, I could feel his semen running down my thigh.

FUCKING FEEL ALIVE NOW

I've been in chasity for a few months before for one guy I dated. I learned how to cum even while being in the chasity when I get fucked. Made me realize how submissive I am.

Ask him about his sexual health. If he's fine, then no risk. If he doesn't know his status, how do you feel about continuing with a barebacking? Judging from your concern, I'm guessing you have negative feelings about it. So you're not okay with getting pozzed, right? Or even being exposed to the possibility of it? If you're not ready for the consequences, don't do it. Once you cross that line and get bred, you may not be able to get back on the other side of it. And that's the slippery slope. I used to be a condom nazi, and when I started fucking guys without them, I couldn't stop. I seldom used them after that, and a couple years ago, I went full barebacker and bugchaser this past summer. See where it leads? One little choice makes tidal waves.

Flushed meds. No pussying out now. Can't wait to feel my viral load sky rocket and hopefully become more med resistant again! Shame the fag coming over won't appreciate the real me for a while. Thanksgiving fuck without a gift is just bad form hahaha!

Missed the attention from here

Love this one! pussy lips grabbing at that hot charged cock! [think before following links] https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b5bd0181b288#1

"Rather than asking what I could do and getting the usual 'Nothing, but thank you' I took the initiative and bought groceries for Walt so he wouldn't need to leave Mary alone in the hospital. I left a note on his door to let him know I had things that needed refrigeration are in my place. Later that night, he came to my place, looking terrible. As soon as I got him to the sofa, he told me that Mary had inoperable stomach cancer, but they would see how she responded to chemotherapy and radiation. I hugged him, letting him cry on my shoulder. Once he calmed down, Walt took the items from my refrigerator and before he went down to his place he said Mary would be glad to see me. I waited 2 minutes and then I allowed myself to cry. The next night I went to the hospital. Despite looking like crap. Mary put up a brave front. Walt informed me that Mary would be released soon and that their daughter, Maureen was flying in for a brief visit. I offered to pick her up at the airport, but she'd already made arrangements. It was 2 nights later, at 9:30 when my doorbell rang. Looking through the peephole, I knew it was Maureen because she was the image of her mother. She wanted to meet her 'brother', so I let her in and we had beers while we got to know each other. Just like her parents, Maureen was sweet, warm and friendly and we bonded instantly. While I'm hardly a gourmet chef, I can follow a recipe so when I learned of Mary's release date, I made an Irish Stew and upon sampling it, I had to admit I'd done a good job. Mary insisted I join them for dinner. After we ate, Maureen and I cleared the table and took things to the kitchen. Calling each other Bro and Sis, we hugged. I was pleasantly surprised when Maureen asked me to drive her to the airport for her return flight. She said she felt relieved that our family was in my capable hands and that her next visit would be longer. It was a few weeks later when I was summoned to Walt and Mary's unit and told to just walk in and go to their bedroom. Mary informed me that she wasn't responding to radiation or chemotherapy and she asked only to be kept comfortable without being doped up. Walt was at her side, silent but visibly shaken. Maureen would be back and I would be meeting her flight. Needless to say, I was devastated. I kissed Mary on the forehead, hugged Walt and went back to my place where I bawled like a baby. Maureen arrived on a midmorning flight and I brought her to my place where we had a good cry and she could be somewhat calm before she went down to our parents. I stayed away for 2 days when Maureen came to my place and told me I'd been summoned. Mary was sitting up in bed. 'Tim, you disappoint me! You've been neglecting us. Walt, get Tim's package out of the closet.' Taking a large gift bag out of the closet, Walt handed it to me. I was surprised to find a hand knitted bedspread in red, with a white T in the center and scalloped edges. To call it beautiful would be an understatement. 'You know I love to knit and I want you to have something to remember me by.' Thank you, Mary! I said, kissing her on the cheek. I'll cherish it! Though it was difficult to watch Mary get weaker, I was grateful for the time I had with her. A few weeks later, I was at work when the text came: come as soon as you can. Putting the pedal to the metal, I was there in 15 minutes. Her voice weak, Mary managed to say, 'Walt, you've been a wonderful husband and more than that, my best friend! Maureen, I've loved you ever since I learned I was carrying you. I'm proud of the woman you are and more than anything, I want you to be happy. Tim, you came into our lives quite unexpectedly and you've been a blessing. I couldn't love you more if I'd given birth to you. I can feel my strength failing so I need the 3 of you to do this woman a favor and take care of one another. How fortunate I've been to have you in my life! I love you all! Goodbye!' With that, she closed her eyes and she died peacefully. The 3 of us held each other and cried. Sad as it was, I felt honored to be there for Mary's final minutes."

2 of 6 loads On Aloha Friday: The past week had been a blur. On Friday, recently unemployed I tried getting dick all day but was not getting any luck. Finally around 4pm, I get a message on Grindr from an FB 26yo 5’11 and 215, he’s around 7” had bred me Anon: “Hey will you be free later on today? I wanna fuck your ass deep again, can I come by around 5p or 6p? Make sure that ass is lubed and you’re facedown.” Music to my ears. I love aggressive guys like him. At around 445p, he said he’ll be here in 30 mins. In the meantime a random blank profile on Grindr messages me if I’m taking loads. “Ummm sure.” I had just cleaned myself and at that point told him he had to cum like “Right now!!” His stats were on there and I thought ok, why not, 26yo 5’11” 175 about 6” cut Asian mixed dude. Asian mixed dude found me ass up facedown, took the lube I placed nearby and in 5 mins had me face flat down on my bed as he started fucking my hole. He nutted like an eager virgin as I squeezed my cunt on his hard fuck tool at the right times. His body shook like he was emptying a bucket full of boy cum into my daddy hole. I’m worried that the next top is almost here. It’s now 5:10. He stood dazed snd confused, staggered and rushed off, texting “thanks” on Grindr. Second top comes, like in 5 minutes, I’m still ass up. I had wiped my hole a little to hide the evidence of the previous guy. I hadn’t told him about the load in my ass... he did say to make sure, “it was lubed and ready.” He strips and starts getting his 6.5” ready to breed me. Totally mounts me like a pony and fucks me from a left side angle diagonally jamming it in. After 10 mins of aggressive fucking he pushes deep to hit that second hole and inject his seed in. There’s multiple bursts and pulls out his raw dick slick with cum. I’m clamping it down to keep it all in. I’m in heat and out to the big tree park to get more. I had luck last week and maybe that hot fucker I met there would be there again.....

Sorry it's been so long. Wasnt sure where exactly to take it or if anyone was interested. Let me know if you enjoy the next installment, no sex but it sets up where I want to take it. A new life: the Auction. I awoke in what can only be described as a crate. It was hard, cramped and cold. I was naked and still smelt of piss. My mouth was dry and my head hurt. I could hear muffled voices. There wasn't much air. My lungs screamed for more air and I started to panic. As the sweat beaded on my forehead and rolled down my face I tried to calm myself. This had to be me being taken to the market. That's when it hit me. He was going to sell me. I closed my eyes and tried to stop myself from going into a full blown panic attack. "Prime pig..... Barely used.....Negative..... Untraceable...." I heard snippets. Was that about me? "Average body.... Tight hole..... Start the bidding." I wish I could see what was going on. After all whatever happened now would dictate my future. Suddenly a voice close by tore me back to the auction. "£2000 to see inside the crate before I decide if I want him." I couldn't even guess where the accent was from. I listened hard... Straining to hear... Light burst in. My eyes burned. I was dragged up by two big hards and spun on the spot. "As I stated," came the voice of the auctioneer, "not our finest lot tonight but worth a pretty penny." As quickly as I was freed I was pushed back down and the lid slammed shut. Fuck. I didn't even get a look at any of them. Now I'm back in the dark. I heard more random bits of the auction. Nothing much to make out it was all happening so fast. Then I heard it. "Sold." The crate juddered and shifted. The auction was over for me. The lid flipped open and I was blinded again. Then as quickly as the light came unconsciousness followed. My new owner had drugged me. One last thought echoed through my head. My new life starts when my eyes open. If only I knew what was coming.

Blood and piss!

FF has become my favorite playtimes..yes, fucking and sucking is fun...and haveing your dick explode as you have orgasm is fun but, as I continue FF, I yearn for being stretched and feeling a man play with my inner sphincters....I love the feel of assgasms! It's a different experience all together....and once you are in the zone mentally, it becomes a spiritual moment. FFuckers know that experience I speak of..... the best experience I had was two years ago...the guy I was playing with started by letting his arm rest in me...as I relaxed and got used to his arm...he then slowly started playing with the interior of my ass and telling me that at this moment time has stopped and not to rush the experience....we played for hours and the highlight was that he was able to go past his elbow...I could feel my insides just open up for him....no pain...no thrusting or sharp movements...just his arm moving and making love to my guts....the assgasm I felt was an out of body experience.

I love rimming even after a top drop a load in someone’s hole and love ATM

Ch.5 Without ceremony I am lifted off of the daddy who just participated in giving me what was possibly the best orgasm of my life so far. My body is still trembling and I am panting as I am first placed face down back over a bench. Then hands at my hips pull me until my arse is raised up leaving me spread and exposed. I can feel cum running down the backs of my thighs and in my fuck delirium I smile at how much of a cumslut I must look. I begin to wonder at who will fuck me now. There is no question in my mind about that. Just who and how? I know I am here to be fucked until they want to stop. I am at once desperate to feel myself filled again and terrified that I have let myself be used in this way. Any strength or resolve I had to get up and walk away has long since been fucked out of me. Now is just acquiescence. I feel fingers at my hole and I moan softly at the teasing sensation. I shudder as my arsehole is probed and stretched. “Fucking look at that!” The words are seemingly coming from miles away but I can hear that the speaker is pleased and impressed. More fingers and I feel my ring being pulled open. Made to gape I feel more cum run from my stretched opening. The owner of the fingers begins a thrusting motion. See-sawing his fingers in and out. In and out. Over and over until I am involuntarily rocking my hips in time with his pumping digits. “Four fingers in you. You want to see if you can take it all?” I barely have time to register what has just been said let alone vocalise a response before I feel that pain pleasure mix that happens when your fuckhole is stretched to the limit. Right before it is made to go further. “Ohh Fuuck Nooooo!” I know the noise is coming from me but I can no more stop it than I can the determined pushing from behind me. I feel as full as I ever have. Even more so than being double fucked earlier. Something gives and there is a sensation of simultaneous pressure and relief. I am still so full but the stretching is lessened and I know that from behind I must look like such a slut as I am fisted for the first time. “Just to the wrist so far pussyboy.” Somehow I know that name is going to follow me around from now on. “Lets give you a work out!” Christ! how much more can they work me over? My silent question is answered immediately as I feel a pulling pressure and the hand currently filling my cunt is slowly removed. As the widest part slides through my opening in reverse and I feel the muscle trying to close around his fingers I groan at the exertion. My new assailant presses in again and I am stretched once more. Back out. Back in. Slow deliberate driving motions that have me digging my fingers into the cushioned surface of the bench and gasping over and over. With each pass I feel the motion is easier until the hand that had been causing me to cry out with every push and pull is now sliding into me almost effortlessly. What had started as a slow cautious insertion is now a very definite fuck stroke. “Oh yeah look at that hole open up!” “Look at that bitch fucking move. You love it don’t you?” I do. No hiding it. No denying it. My body gives me away again and I am writhing and panting like a bitch in heat as my body is stretched and used for every sordid pleasure they can test me with. And they test me. With the hand fully inside my anal canal I feel the fingers clench into a fist. Then the guy behind me begins to twist his hand inside me. Then his fingers open and his hand is pulled out fast. Then shoved back in. I am trying to move my hips to match his toying with me. My mind is pretty much blank by this stage and I am helplessly lost in a fuck fugue state. Having my fuckhole tortured so expertly has my cock dripping precum again and I am babbling incoherently in rapturous bliss. Every step is incremental. By now my fist fucker is pushing his hand up my arsehole to the wrist every time. Only now, once inside, he is closing his fist before pulling out. I am aware enough to feel my hole relaxing more as he pushes me bit by bit. Like the biggest plug in my toy box he has made me gape enough for something more. He pulls out. I wait hungrily to be filled again only this time on the in stroke he doesn’t open his hand. I feel the blunt face of his fist press against my anal muscle and it is no contest. Hours of fucking, so much cum, spit and lube and the way he has forced my hole to open for him allows his fist to punch right inside me. I try to brace myself but its no good. I can only take it. Punch. Twist. Pull. I should be screaming but I am grunting as he milks my cock from inside. The precum is flowing out of my cock from this over stimulation and I am shaking all over as though in a constant whole body cum. Punch. Twist. Pull. Fuck how can this feel so good? But it does and I know I’ll need to feel it again. Punch. Twist. Pull. Oh My God I want more! More! MORE!

Back from the gym I signed on and started fielding post. Several tops did not respond since the neg bottom hit them up, some responded did you read my profile and to those Mark sent back that he was poz friendly and most of those said count me in, by Wednesday morning there were 40 pots that said they would be up for it. I figured only a third of those would show up. I posted a few party ads, gangbang Thursday Night and got tons of responses. Mark hit up Jack and told him he had a solid 10 but be prepared for more and Jack said that would be amazing and that he would go home at lunch and make sure the package was there. Jack hit Mark up at 4 PM and said the package arrived and you sent two jocks, Jacks. Jack said You will need to wear it and you will have one to change into if yours gets wet from all the cum. You see the instructions? Note cards and arrow? Jack said yes, follow the instructions and I be in touch tomorrow so we can finally get that hot ass loaded. Jack signed back on to the fake profiles and gave only the hotties poz guys the address but not the apartment number. The craigslist post would only talk about Neg bottom taking loads. Jack signed off and went to bed.

How it Happened Ch. 3 I caught the bus back to campus without any trouble. The whole time with Michael seemed like a terrifying sexy dream. My well-fucked ass and the slowly leaking jizz seeping from my “boy pussy” told me I had not imagined my time with Michael. Fortunately, my roommate was still gone when I returned to my dorm room. I stripped and took another shower, so when I woke in the morning I wouldn’t wake to a puddle of cum in my bed. I told myself, even though I promised to let Michael fuck me raw anytime he wanted, this was only a one-time occurrence. When we met again, I would explain I preferred to engage in only safe-sex. I was sure he would understand, and we could move forward without any repeat of our wild and reckless night. Now having told myself this, I had to admit the sex had been amazing. The warm, throbbing cock pumping in and out of me had treated me to what had to be without a doubt some of the best sex in my life. I found myself getting hard as I remembered the hot, pulsing shots of his thick semen filling me up, as he continued pounding me like a porn star whore. I understood now why guys loved fucking raw, and I almost regretted depriving that lacrosse of the opportunity to breed me as Michael had done. Still it was better to be safe, than sorry. Michael and I could get tested together, and once our tests came back negative, we could skip rubbers and fuck like the night before. I took a couple of Aleve PM, so I could get some rest, and hopefully ease the pain of my well-fucked ass. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard my roomie return, but I was too far gone to care. When I woke up, I first thought it was dawn, but, I had slept through the entire day. Fortunately, I had only two classes, but I had never missed a class in my life. I contacted friends from those classes to catch up on my missed work, as well as checked over my work for the next day’s class-work. My friends from the night I met Michael had texted me to make sure I was doing okay. They apologized for abandoning me at after-hours club. I texted back it was all cool and had met a great guy, who was interested in seeing me again. Bed-time, Michael texted me. I found myself boning up at once as soon as I saw a message from him. I didn’t remember giving him my number, but at this point I couldn’t care less how he got my number. He told me how much he enjoyed our time together and was definitely looking forward to seeing me again Friday night. I responded telling him how much fun I had as well, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. I soon found my cock leaking like crazy as he told me how much he enjoyed being inside me, and the way my “boy pussy” just seemed to keep milking his cock for more jizz. Even though his graphic texts turned me on something awful, I told him I really needed to talk about being safe in the future. I felt relieved when he responded that was something we could talk about Friday. I had been afraid he would want to not see me again, but that seemed not to be the case. He told me his friends were excited to meet me this coming weekend. His last text of the night included a picture of his cock buried in my ass, with some of his loads leaking out, with the comment, “Something to dream about until we see one another again. I barely made it to our bathroom, before I blew my load all over myself. I wanted him to fuck me again in the worse way. The rest of the week seemed to drag along at a snail’s pace, until Friday afternoon and my classes were over for the week. I made sure to try and get ahead of my school work, so I wouldn’t have anything to do Sunday night. It didn’t help Michael sexted me every night. I was a quivering messy of teen hormones by the time I caught the bus to Michael’s apartment Friday evening. The second night we had texted, he made me promise not to fap for the rest of the week. He wanted me loaded with jizz, so he could empty me out completely by the end of the weekend. The thought of someone making me climax until I couldn’t shoot anymore strangely turned me on more than I wanted to admit. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been as hard as I was when I climbed on the bus from Hopkins to downtown. I packed my toiletries, as well a couple changes of clothes, since I had no idea what he had planned for us to do over the weekend. I made sure I packed a box of condoms, just in case Michael didn’t have any on hand. I wanted to be prepared like the Eagle Scout I was. My heart was pounding, and there was a nice sized wet spot on my jeans, by the time I arrived at Michael’s apartment. I was seriously regretting following his instructions I free-ball. My tight jeans rubbed me in ways I wasn’t used to while wearing underwear. Every step made me harder and ooze even more precum. The outer door-grate was unlocked and opened easily when I pulled on it. I took a deep breathe before I hesitantly knocked on the door. I could hear voices and music playing, so I knocked a little bit harder a couple more times before I heard the door unlock and open. “Babe,” Michael smiled at me stepping aside to let me enter. I thought I’d blow my wad right there in the door way when I saw him. The only thing he had on was pair of black skin-tight jeans with the top button unbuttoned. His thick, hard cock bulged and strained against the zipper which seemed barely able to restrain his desire for me. “We’ve all been waiting for you to get here, so the fun can begin,” he told me, pulling me into a passionate kiss. His kiss threw me completely off kilter, everything I had planned to say to him went out of my mind. As we kissed, he began getting me out of my clothes, I almost felt as if I were in a porn flick, everything seemed to be happening so quickly. Once I was naked, Michael handed me the glass pipe we had smoked last time I was there. I started to say I didn’t want to get started that quick this time, but as soon as I opened my mouth the pipe was inserted. “Inhale babe, just keep inhaling like a good lil’ chem piggy,” he chuckled, as he continued moving his lighter back and forth as he started stroking my cock. God, what a surreal and amazing feelings he was created in me. Occasionally, he would take a hit himself, but soon I found it back in my mouth. I lost track of time as I stood in the doorway getting wasted and jerked off by him. My lust for Michael was equal to the previous time I had been at his place on Saturday night. I wanted his dick bad and he knew it. He pushed me down to my knees, before feeding me his beautiful, thick, uncut cock. I worshiped it, as he had taught me to the first time I sucked him. I swear I got even harder, when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and began to seriously face-fuck me like the slut he called me. I gagged somewhat, but soon was able to take his cock to his shaved groin. If being his slut got me his dick, I was more than willing to become one for him. I was in love with him and wanted to please him. I began to love it when he forced himself deep down my throat cutting off my air and holding it there until I was almost ready to pass out, Slobber and precum coated his cock when he finally withdrew it long enough to let me breath, before shoving it in deep. He could do anything he wanted, I was his to use, so long as he fucked me. I began to believe and accept his dirty talk about being his slut, bitch-boy. I was his whore/cumslut. I wanted, no correct that, NEEDED, to please him anyway I could so he would slide his magnificent fuck-stick inside my boy-cunt. Safe-sex was the furthest thing from my mind. I NEEDED to feel him deep inside me and flooding my insides with his cum. He pulled me off his throbbing, dripping cock, smiling down at me. “Oh yeah slut, we’re going to have a fun time this weekend,” he told me yanking me to my feet by my hair, before French kissing the hell out of me. “Come on bitch, time for some more fuck smoke and some fuck vitamins, then you can get back to work showing me how much you want my fuck stick and dirty loads up your cunt.” I didn’t even think to argue, I just followed him down to the living-room. All thoughts of safe-sex had vanished into thin air like the clouds of white smoke he began to feed me once I swallowed another smiley-face pill and a blue diamond-shaped pill. Once again, he encouraged me to drink more Gatorade. Once I had finished the Gatorade, he fed me even more of the amazing fuck-smoke, which made me even horny than I thought possible. I didn’t even wait to be asked, I finished the pipe off and dropped to my knees and returned to worshiping my new owner. If I had been sober, I would have taken serious offense to being referred to as his property, now rather than his boyfriend. If it meant I would soon be fucked by him, I was more than willing to be his bitch, slut. I had no intention of debated his claim of knocking me up, as being proof I was now his to do or to use however he wanted. My sole focus was bringing pleasure to him, so he would bring me pleasure. I moaned in pleasure, as he continued to forcefully use my mouth and throat. I enjoyed the feel of his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks wide and slipping something small and hard in my hole. A moment later I felt a warm, burning feeling suddenly shot into my hole, before the hard, small cylinder slide from my hole. As time began to stand still, my hole began to hunger to be filled with his hard cock. I was about to try and pull off his cock to beg him to fuck me, when suddenly my hole stretched wider than it had ever been stretched before as an enormous cock-head punched through it’s opening, thrusting several massively, thick inches deep inside me. “Sorry Mikey, we just couldn’t wait any longer to join the party,” a deep, masculine voice said from behind me. “Is he as good as cock-sucker as he looks?” Another voice off to the side asked. “It looks like he knows how to deep through you, but can he do me? A third voice asked. “Well there is only one way to find out, you’ll just have to take him for a test spin. He’s yours for the weekend, but don’t break him please I still want to keep him for a while longer to expand his horizons,” I heard Michael chuckle as he pulled me off his cock and slide out from under me and off the couch. I gasped for breath as I felt the rest of my mysterious fucker’s raw dick sink all the way inside me as his bushy pubes settled against my ass cheeks. My head dropped all the way down on the sofa cushion as I moaned in pleasure at the mysterious cock now buried balls deep inside me. I was torn between feeling betrayed by my new boyfriend, and the incredible pleasure of the thick piece of fuck-meat now buried inside me. I didn’t even know what the guy even looked like, but I was beginning to not even care, because as he began rocking in and out of me slowly at first building momentum, I found myself moaning in pleasure. I didn’t want this amazing thick cock to stop. I my moans of pleasure soon matched both the speed and depth of his fucking. “Hey Mikey, I think he likes it,” chuckled the voice behind me, which prompted laughs from the others. I never had any doubt he would,” laughed Michael. “Have fun with him. I’ll be back later, I have a “date” with a hot lil’ Calvert Hall senior. I may bring him back to join the fun,” chuckled my “boyfriend”. “The kid loves raw cock and cum, I met him at Bush River,” he laughed. Michael grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head up to face him. “You are going to take good care of my friends while I’m gone aren’t you cumdump?” He asked me with a look that told me I had better behave or else. “Yes…Sir,” I answered submissively, fearing what might happen if I dared to refuse. Besides, I was really beginning to enjoy the fuck I was getting for this mysterious man. “That’s a good lil’ bitch slut,” he smirked at me. “I’m just helping you become the lil’ faggot slut you’ve always dreamed of being,” he laughed, before leaning down to kiss the hell of me. “I’ll be back in a couple hours gents, enjoy,” he said before letting go of my hair and leaving the room. “Here blow some clouds boy,” commanded a deep voice holding the glass pipe to my mouth. I heard the click of the lighter and saw the flame begin to move along the bottom of the glass bubble. Each time I inhaled deeply, the cock fucking me paused, only to resume its relentless pounding of my ass. Once I finished off the white rock, I found myself presented with two cocks to service. One black and one caramel-colored, both were larger and thicker than I had seen before in my limited sexual explorations. Normally, I would have resisted, but instead I began to worship those beautiful cocks being presented to me. I was in heaven licking and sucking on them, while another cock continued to fuck me relentlessly. “Damn, this cunt is amazing,” grunted the voice behind me. “He’s a horny lil’ fucker,” he groaned, before slapping my ass hard, which in turned made me moan around one of the cocks stuffing my throat. “I think Mikey found a good one here, he’s a nasty lil’ pussy boy,” chuckled one of the voices busy feeding me cock. “Get…ready…to…swap,” panted my fucker. “SHIT! YES! FUCK!” Howled the man long dicking me like there was no tomorrow. “TAKE…MY…DIRTY…LOAD!” I pushed back against the unknown man fucking me as I felt his dick begin to swell and fill me with his jizz. I wanted his load in the worse way. “Damn! That was a good fuck, can’t wait until he’s really broken in properly,” chuckled the man as I felt his cock begin to withdraw from me. I tried to close my ass to keep his load inside, but I couldn’t. The next thing I knew another cock was sliding inside me, while I was presented with a cum-covered cock to clean. I didn’t hesitate in opening my mouth to clean and worship the cock that had just fucked me so wonderfully.