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I have been away from BZ for several months, so my stories all ground to a halt. If you want to see this story continue give this comment a 'like' so I know you want more and that is is worth me carrying on with it. I do have a few dozen chapters ready to publish, and have developed one of the poz greedy NEG characters rather nicely 😈 I hope everyone has been keeping well in what has so far been an extremely bizarre year.

A Visit From The Dragon A few days later, I logged on to a few apps to see if there was anyone new to hookup with. As I was looking through the profiles, I got a message from the artist saying "U were rite. been doin pizza dude. feels amazn breedin him. skippin meds for a while. need 2 find next 1" I laughed to myself and remembered his kitchen with at least a dozen pizza boxes strewn about. I wondered how many loads he had dumped in the pizza delivery guy already. And how many more before he'd permanently marked him. My Wednesday night workout was just like Monday's except we didn't fuck afterwards. As we walked out of the workout room sigmabtm asked "Are you really poz or are you just pretending to make the sex edgier?" The question hit me as a surprise. "Yeah I am. I've tagged a few guys so far this time, but everyone is different. Just like covid, some get infected easily, others take time. Why?" He stopped at the elevators and pushed both the up and down buttons. "I expected that by now I'd be sick as a dog from the stories I read. You're a hot guy but I like to feel more of a connection with the guys I fuck and I'm just not feeling it with you. It's been fun, but I think it's time we stopped." The elevator stopped and it was the one going down. I hopped on and said "Sure. You should get tested anyway before you fuck with other guys. Not everyone gets sick." I had just finished telling him that before the doors shut. It had been a while since I got dumped and yet I didn't feel bad. He was more of a regular hookup than anything and there were a lot of guys that I fucked and never saw again and he was going to be another. The only problem was that my balls were full and I had no one to breed. On Saturday afternoon I'd done my run to the store to stock up for the week. Half the people looked like 1800's bank robbers with their handkerchief over their face. "All this time and they can't find a real mask?" I thought to myself. Of course a few others spent the extra few bucks to buy a real mask, usually with some annoying graphic on it. Some completely froze in the aisle if someone was blocking their way, causing a traffic jam. I missed seeing the faces of the cute guys and most seemed to have stopped wearing their tight jeans and tees. Now, it was a sea of baggy gray sweats. Now, I admit, I had gotten sloppy working from home. I always wore a nice shirt in case there was a surprise video call, but half the time I was still in some boxers or trunks down below. A few times it was a jock or nothing if I was feeling mischievious. All I got from the store was some groceries and what few cleaning supplies I could find. No phone numbers, no email addresses, not even a tumblr or snapchat. So, there I was on the couch in my clean, good fitting jeans and a tight sleeveless tee that got wasted from my shopping excursion. The laptop computer was open and once again I was cycling through the apps and sites, hoping to find someone interesting. So far, it was a complete bust. I heard my phone buzz and quickly grabbed it to see who it was. Dragonboy sent me one of his shortest messages and I thought for a minute it might be his cousin. "Can I ask you a favor?" it said. After I told him "maybe" he sent back "Cousin fucking runner again. Can I come to your place?" This hit me as strange. I had never invited him to my condo since I liked to play at other guys places. Only a handful of sex partners had ever been to my condo and I liked it that way. No one knew where I lived and could come banging on the door seeking revenge. The thing was, I'd long gone past the 3 times limit with him, so I also knew that he would be ok to come over. No worries about 3 AM knocks on the door or that shit. I typed back "Runner? Who's that? To hang? More?" "The guy from the sauna that ran away. Hang or maybe more. Last time they went on for over 7 hours. 3 hours down already" he responded. I kind of felt bad for him. I remembered how it felt in college when I would get locked out while my roommate would be nailing some skank for hours. "Sure. Come on up. 11F" I replied. He must have run up the stairs since it was only a couple minutes later he was at my door with some sweat dripping down the side of his face. He had an oversized tee on and some jogging shorts and a pair of sandals. "Thanks, man. I don't think I could listen to those guys fuck for much longer. It's driving me crazy. I haven't been laid in forever and my cousin is getting all the action" he said as the door closed. "Welcome to my cave. Have a seat, do you want anything to drink? I got water, beer, whiskey, and wine" I asked, trying to be a good host. I wanted to add piss, spit and cum, but I was trying to be low key. "Beer is good. It might calm me down" Dragonboy replied. We sat and drank, chatting about nothing for a while. I got another pair of beers and when I came back, Dragonboy was sitting there naked. He took a couple gulps of beer while I shed my clothes but took no time at all to wrap his lips around my cock once I was naked. He was seated on the couch with me in front of him sucking on my cock. My hands quickly interlocked behind his head and I started to face fuck him. His mouth felt good and he kept at it a while, taking his time and not trying to overwork my cock. With a fistful of hair, I pulled his head off my cock and stared down at him. Letting go of his hair, I smiled and twisted around sitting on the couch next to him, slightly slouched. "Ride it" I said softly and Dragonboy turned and straddled me, his hard cock pressed firmly on my stomach. His fingers guided my shaft to his hole and I felt it zero in on his entrance. He looked down at me and I could see the fire of lust in his eyes. Dragonboy took a deep breath and then forced his body down. It took a second or two before my head breached the hole and then he dropped down on to my shaft. "OH FUUUUUUUUUUUCK" he yelled out, dragging out the word until he was fully impaled. Almost every bottom that has ridden me has started out slowly, just easing it in and then taking an inch at a time. This was the first time anyone had just dropped down without any prep and just a little bit of spit as lube. Sweat was dripping down his face as he panted, trying to let his body adjust to my cock. He didn't wait very long, maybe five seconds and he pulled himself up and off. I thought that he regretted taking me that hard, but he dropped himself down again. The pressure hurt my dick as he did it again, but it was strangely erotic. Just like I had fucked Juan, roughly with the intent of wrecking his hole, Dragonboy was doing it to himself. I could only imagine the jolts of pain rippling through his body from this abuse and yet he wasn't stopping it. I thought briefly that maybe he had been playing with some toys to loosen himself up as prep in case I fucked him, but he was too tight for that. After the third time, he groaned out "Oh yeah... wreck my pussy!" Sweat was now dripping off his body and his smooth chest had a sheen on it from the light coming in the windows behind me. He raised up and dropped down a fourth time and looked at me, with a scowl on his face. "Why did my cousin get infected so easily? I've taken more of your loads than he did" he asked. I try to avoid serious conversations when my cock is buried inside a guy but I really didn't have a choice. "Who knows. Maybe it's from taking prep for a few years. Maybe your immune system is a lot stronger than his. Maybe it's not time yet" I replied. I thrust my hips up, trying to get the focus back on fucking. He gripped my shoulders and began to ride me, working my cock with half length strokes. Occasionally he'd bottom out, but now his mind was interested in feeling my shaft slide in and out. Dragonboy continued for several more minutes like this until I reached up and pulled his shoulders down. With him planted firmly on my cock and his hands interlocked behind my neck, I stood up. As I did, he instinctively wrapped his legs around me. My hips bucked up and he bounced a few inches off my hips before gravity pulled him back down. I did this a couple of times until I had him turned around and laid him on the wide armrest. His legs spread and rotated up before my hands pulled them closer together and then resting on my shoulders. We locked eyes and I slowly pulled my cock back until just the head was inside. Dragonboy nodded as he seemed to know my next move. His sphincter gave my cock a few squeezes and then I drove in to the base. Dragonboy let out a sultry groan and I bent over a little more. My hips pulled back and I shoved back in. Slowly, the thrusts got faster until I was plowing him with long, forceful strokes. His cock was as hard as I'd ever seen it and it was rubbing along my stomach as I pounded him. My sweat dripped off and on to his chest and abs, mixing with the precum that was dripping out of Dragonboy's cock. A few hard thrusts got grunts out of his mouth but otherwise it was a string of moans. "You want this, don't you" I gasped out. The tingling from my balls said I wasn't going to fuck much longer. "Fuck yeah... Breed my ass" he quickly replied. It was almost a command, but not quite. The intensity of the tone told me he really wanted it though. I gave an evil chuckle, burying my cock into him and grinding my hips. "I got a nice big poz load looking to claim another one" I growled. "Oh god... yeah... knock me up" he cried out. I could feel his body and voice shake and figured he was just as close to cumming as I was. "Mmmm, yeah... gonna flood your guts... with my venom... Turn you... into the poz pig... you were meant to be" I grunted between thrusts. I felt his hole clamp down on my cock as I felt jets of his cum spray over the hair on my chest. Each squeeze of my cock got me closer and after his fifth shot I began pumping my own load deep into his gut. We both let out loud moans as our balls emptied their seed. I always enjoy making a bottom orgasm hands-free just from him feeling me fuck and breed him and this time was no different. Our balls empty, our chests covered in cum, my cum deep inside him hopefully finally becoming part of him forever, we laid there a few minutes. "God, you're a good fuck" I told him as I picked him up. His hands resumed their place behind my neck and I carried him to the bedroom, laying him down on the bed. I curled up behind him, spooning with my partially hard cock still planted in his hole. We fell asleep like that almost simultaneously. An hour or so later I woke to feeling him wiggle his ass and squeeze my now rock hard cock in his ass. I started to rock my hips and pumped my cock into him. Less than five minutes later, my cock added a half dozen more spurts of viral jizz into his hole. He milked the last few shots out, muttering "Poz me" over and over. I held him close, feeling the cum coating his chute and my cock with my dick keeping the seed inside him. He didn't make any attempt at pulling away from me, in fact he pressed his body closer to mine. We laid there a few minutes quietly when he said softly "I never knew what a sex pig my cousin was. He's horny all the fuckin' time and it's like he never runs out of cum. Is that what happens when you convert?" I pinched his nipple and replied "Everyone is different. Obviously he wanted it and is dealing with it well. Some have problems psychologically and others, medically. Some don't change at all and keep going like did before but are now poz. Any idea what will happen with you?" He thought about it a minute and said "I hope I just stay the way I used to be. I slowed down with hooking up when my cousin arrived since I didn't want him to know what kind of slut I was. That was stupid since now I know he's even piggier than me." I grinned and said "You two are more alike than you thought. Just support each other and you'll both be fine." We laid there another few minutes and I asked something that had been bugging me since the first time I met his cousin. "You said you sold his virginity last year. Do you really think he was a virgin then?" Dragonboy laughed. "Not even close. After he was poz, he told me of some of his exploits back home and that's why his family wanted him to move here. He's been a slut since he could get hard and his parents wanted him as far away as possible so he wouldn't embarrass them" Dragonboy said. "So, do they or your parents know you're gay? You said a while ago that they would be pissed if they found out he was poz" I asked. He chuckled before sayin "I guess they already knew. That's why they sent my cousin to stay with me." We dozed off again and when we woke up, I needed to piss. As much as I wouldn't mind filling Dragonboy with it, I didn't want to soak my bed too. I pulled out and rolled him on his stomach before I went to the bathroom. When I came back, he was in the same position and I couldn't resist the urge to finger his hole and see how much cum was still inside him. There was some, but not a lot so that meant that much of the jizz I'd pumped into him had been absorbed. I tossed on some shorts and went into the kitchen. About halfway through making us something for dinner he walked in, still naked. He came up behind me and hugged me and then let me finish. We ate dinner naked, talking most of the time and getting to know each other. "Where's the riskiest place you ever had sex" he asked out of the blue. I cocked my head and looked back at him, wondering where this was headed. "I dunno... In the back seat of some guy's car parked on the street, maybe. Or the stairwell in this building... or in the park between some bushes. Got busted on that last one, but it turned out ok" I said. "You fucked some guy in one of our stairwells?" he asked, looking surprised. "Yeah. A college guy who was chasing. Even got a video of it" I said. I grabbed my phone and found the video and let him watch it. "He's the guy that I brought over to your place to fuck you and your cousin" I added. "Fuck, that's hot. Do you do that a lot?" he asked. I wasn't sure which part he was talking about, but went with shooting the video. "Nah. I don't like to film while I fuck, but that one I thought would be hot. I think it's got something like a quarter million views already where I posted it online" I said, smiling. I still got comments from guys envious of my exploits and other guys that wanted to bottom for me. We finished dinner and watched a little TV. He turned and stared at me a moment before he asked "Got some more cum in those balls?" with a grin on his face. I casted the video of me fucking Tim in the stairwell from my phone and set it on repeat. I pulled Dragonboy around to the back of the couch and bent him over so he could watch me fuck Collegeboy while I fucked him. A few times he yelled out "Oh fuck yeah!" and I wasn't sure if it was from the video or if he loved how my cock hit him just then. "How long did the marker take to wear off?" he asked as I plowed him. "A week or so. But the mark from my cum lasts a lifetime" I said. "Except for me. If I don't convert soon I'm just going to go back on prep" he said, sounding a little dejected. I slammed in, unleashing another set of shots of my cum into his hungry cunt. "I don't fuck prep guys as long as I'm toxic" I said coldly. As my cock slipped back out of his puffy hole, I watched him clench up, trying to keep my load inside. We sat down and watched some more TV and smoking a couple joints. He was soon totally baked and I had to laugh at him. It had been a while since I had given someone their first hit of pot, but he took to it quickly with minimal coughs. I even shotgunned a hit with him and it turned into a passionate kiss until he needed to exhale. I joked that he was too stoned to drive home and he nodded, agreeing with me until he realized that he walked up the stairs to get here and didn't even own a car. We ended up back in my bed and slept until early the next morning. It was six AM and he started to stir, waking me up. My cock was hard, just like every morning since I was twelve or thirteen. He stared up at my face and then back at my cock when he fully woke a few minutes later. "I hate to let this go to waste" he said as he spit on my cock and then straddled me. Slowly, he slid down the shaft, impaling himself again, just a lot slower than the day before. Once he was all the way down, he waited a minute enjoying the feeling of my cock deep inside him once again. He fucked himself on my cock a few minutes and then suddenly stopped. "Wait... I got an idea" he said, way too excitedly for that hour. He pulled himself off me and then ran into the living room. I crawled out of bed and followed him. "Grab your clothes - the sweats, maybe a tee and follow me!" After a few more comments, I was dressed in my sweatpants and sandals and nothing else. I grabbed my keys as we went out the door, he dressed just as he had arrived the day before. We bounded down the stairs until we got to the fourth floor. He stopped on the landing and handed me his phone. With the grin still on his face, he pushed his shorts down and leaned against the wall with his hands on either side of the big "4" sign. "Come on, fuck me and get some video of it. Show the sign and make sure you get my face" he said quietly. The chances of us getting walked in on were pretty high on the fourth floor, but at least it was early morning. And my dick was rock hard so obviously it thought it was a good idea. I slid my sweatpants down, rubbed some spit on my stiff shaft and plunged into Dragonboy. It was a risky move and I really didn't want anyone finding us there, but just like with Tim it got my adrenaline going. With the camera running, I got a lot of my cock pounding his hole and then panned up and caught him braced against the wall. He looked back to the camera and snarled "Breed that neg ass." Panning back to his ass, I yanked my cock out and showed the gaping hole. Disguising my voice a little I asked "How many loads, slut?" "Three and not enough of that poison" Dragonboy said. I kept focus on his hole and then slowly pushed my cock back in. The video showed how easily my thick cock slipped inside, indicating how much of a slut he really was. I drilled him hard, trying to keep the camera on my cock and his hole. I heard a door open many floors above and fucked faster, willing my balls to unleash another dose so we could finish up and not get caught. I pushed almost totally in, leaving an inch or so exposed. You could see my cock throb as each rope of cum shot into his eager hole. Another door up above slammed shut and that meant more people in the stairwell or none. I knew a video shot from below would better show my cock delivering the viral payload but I'd be doing it blind and it would be too awkward. Maybe next time I should have a cameraman. "Whatcha just get?" I asked in my hushed, contorted voice. "A big poz load" Dragonboy said right before I panned back to his panting face. Tugging at the neckline of his tee, he stood up and pulled off my cock. With the camera still shooting, he turned around and I got a good face shot as he knelt in front of me. He looked up and then licked the cum and ass juice off my cock as erotically as any professional porn shoot. With my cock just shining with spit, I shut off the video camera and pulled my sweats up. He leaned in and sniffed my crotch before standing up. "That was fuckin hot" he whispered as he leaned in close. I gave him his phone back and replied "I want a copy of that" and slapped his ass. "Only if you knocked me up" he said as he opened the door. He winked as he headed down the hall and the door slowly shut. I headed back up to my floor, the seven flights making me breathe heavily, even harder from my morning exercise. I was crashed on my bed a few minutes later and woke up around noon. My bedroom smelled of sex and I was torn whether to do laundry and eliminate the scent or enjoy it a few more days.

Part 2 I stumbled to my car and stashed my clothes in the trunk, tucking my car key into my shoe as DBG had told me. He was standing next to a picnic table across the parking lot from the public bathroom, and beckoned me over. I walked up to him and he pulled me close to him and kissed me on the mouth. “What’s your name, son?” “Adam, Sir.” “Well, Adam you’re an awful cute little whore. You ready to have some more fun?” He smiled really big at me and I completely melted. I wanted this man to be MY Daddy. “Yes, Sir. “ Just then Blondie came up to us and said “Can anybody join in this party?” He grinned at me and said “My turn, Dad.” Then he grabbed me behind the head and pulled me in close for a deep kiss, while he was cupping my jockstrapped ass with his hand. We kissed for a long time while he played with my ass, which got hungrier as the minutes progressed. He pulled away and said “I’m Jake and my Dad is Tony.” “I’m Adam. I really need one of you to fuck me again, please. My ass is….” Jake and Tony started to laugh and both said “HUNGRY” at the same time. Jake said “I know the feeling bro. My ass gets really hungry when Dad booty bumps me too! Come on, let’s go get you some more cock.” I noticed that a few more cars had parked and there were a couple of bikes locked up to a tree nearby. With any luck this meant more loads for me. My hole was screaming to be fucked again. Jake and Tony led me, wearing just my jockstrap and shoes toward the bathroom where I could hear some faint moaning. There was no door on the room, and Jake pushed me inside, where there was a dim lightbulb in the ceiling, a couple of sinks, two stalls and two urinals. At least it seemed to be cleaned semi-regularly. It vaguely stank of piss, since I’m sure cruisers often pissed on each other on the floor. There was a drain in the center of the room to make ‘cleanup a snap.’ There was a man at the urinals, stroking his cock while a cute young guy my age knelt on the floor, naked, sucking an handsome older man’s cock. The boy had short, dark, curly hair, hairy legs and a small treasure trail on his belly. The man at the urinal was probably in his 30s, really tall, with buzzed black hair. He was wearing running shorts, a jockstrap and a tank top. I could see he had a really hairy chest and legs. He stood at the urinal watching the young guy suck the older man’s cock, while he stroked his own fat, uncut dick. Jake pushed me over toward the urinal and I joined the young cocksucker on the concrete floor of the bathroom. I opened my mouth and looked up at the tall man. “Please?” I said. My blood was pumping and I was trying hard to keep my hole closed so I could keep Jake and Tony’s loads inside my cunt. The tall man grinned at me and whispered “Fuck yeah. Dirty little whore.” He walked over to me with his long, thin cock sticking out of his gym shorts. Then I got a whiff of him. It was hot out, and he’d obviously been running because his balls and crotch were sweaty and smelled amazing. It was the best kind of man stink. I suddenly wanted to smell his armpits, too. He reached over and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth toward his cock, shoving it all the way down the back of my throat. I could hear him whisper “FUCK” repeatedly under his breath. He got up a good rhythm of fucking my face and for a couple minutes, both of us young cocksuckers on the concrete floor had our mouths full of cock. I was in pig heaven. His cock was perfect for fucking my mouth, it had a slight downward curve and every time my face was in his amazing smelling pubes, his cock went straight down my throat. Luckily I’d been sucking cocks since before I was legal, so I was in heaven I fell into a cocksucking trance, and felt Jake tap me on the shoulder and I looked up to see his cock to my left and Tony’s to my right. The tall guy turned to Tony and said “This your fag?” Tony smiled and said “It is for tonight. We just met off Grindr.” The tall guy laughed and said “I’m gonna fuck him, he loaded up already?” Tony and Jake both laughed and Tony said “Yeah, we both did. Should be nice and lubed up.” The tall guy said “Fuckin’ A, bro. You take his mouth, I’m gonna use that pussy.” The tall guy pulled his cock out of my mouth with a pop and put his hands under my armpits.”Up you go, faggot.” I stood up and he leaned far down (the dude was seriously an entire foot taller than me, which isn’t hard because I’m 5’5”) to kiss me. When he pulled back he turned me around and bent me over next to the sink, so I could keep Jake’s cock in my mouth. He spat in his hand and I could hear him rubbing it on his cock. Tony walked over to him, but I couldn’t see what they were doing. I didn't care. I just wanted my pussy filled again and I knew this guy’s cock was curved to rape my prostate. He and Tony murmured to each other and I could hear Jake snicker. Another booty bump for me? FUCK YES. Tony later told me that he put a really big shard of t under the tall guy’s foreskin just like he’d done with Jake. The tall guy pushed my upper body down with his left hand while he maneuvered his cock into my cunt. His long 8” cock slid easily into my hole, using Jake and Tony’s loads to open the way. He groaned as his big low hanging nuts slapped against my ass cheeks, and within seconds I could feel the new booty bump make my hole burn and make my cunt even hungrier. Jake and the tall guy got going, rutting in my holes. I was just a warm cavity for their cocks to take a ride in. They were both moaning and Tony was standing behind his son, egging him on. I could hear him speaking in a low voice in Jake’s ear saying “fuck yeah, baby boy, use that fucking whore mouth. He needs another one of your huge loads in his pussy when the jock boy is done breeding him.” I could feel that Tony was playing with Jake’s ass and I heard Jake moan loudly, “OH FUCK, Dad! No, Dad! FUUUUUUCK.” But it was too late, Tony was pushing his finger up Jake’s ass, and I was sure I knew what was on the end of that finger. Tony was dosing his own son with a nice fat shard of crystal. I had a feeling both of us were in for a long night. Jake moaned loudly and I could tell that he was getting more turned on as the tina took hold of him, but I he apparently was one of those guys who didn’t get tina dick. If anything his cock got even harder as the booty bump took hold and Tony worked the shard far up his hole. I couldn’t tell what to focus on, the huge cock in my mouth or the not quite so huge cock in my ass. I finally realized that it didn’t matter. I was getting railed from both ends by two hot guys. No matter what happened, I was already a winner. I was on my third cock of the night and only just getting started.

Part 3 I woke up late the next morning, on account of having slept late. Mostly because of the thought of my dad and brother fucking and having a weird master-slave relationship, kept racing through my head till the wee hours of the morning. On the bright side, I knew dad and Sam would be out for work by now, so I had the house to myself. I didn't have it in me to talk face to face with either just yet without picturing them in their gear from the night before or confronting them about what was going on. Relaxed and showered, I headed downstairs to grab some breakfast and was surprised to see dad at the dining table. He was sipping coffee while reading the paper, and my sudden intrusion to the room made him look up. On seeing me, his face broke into a kind smile. "Morning kiddo, sleep well?" "Morning dad, yeah I slept great." Dad continued looking at me with a weird look, somewhere between deep introspection and smirk. before going back to his paper. I grabbed a bowl and some cereals and joined him at the table. There was no small talk made, which was absolutely perfect. I wolfed down my breakfast while dad ignored me. I was almost done eating when, "So Joe, enjoyed the show last night?" My heart stopped for a moment and my throat clamped up. He knew that I knew. "I, umm, ..." "It's okay son, one of these days you'd have found out. Sam and I ain't the quiet type," Dad said with a smile. His casual demeanor was throwing me for a toss because on the other side of the table, I was sitting nervous and a little terrified at the same time. "What's going on in your head boy?" This was my chance to understand whatever was going on. "How did this start dad? You and Sam?" "All right kid, that's a long story." Baxter My marriage had been a sham and when my wife left, it was the best day of my life. I was gay, knew it when I was 13 years old, but in a small town being gay back then was not an option. After she left, the next few years was my work and the boys, with nothing much in between. It wasn't until the boys were 7 and 5, that I had a chance to get my pecker inside a stranger's ass and after that day, I truly enjoyed my single-hood. 5 years ago Joe left the day after Christmas. I would have liked for him to stay till new year's but the boy was hell-bent on going back and I didn't want to stop him. He'd found his passion at work and after the way I had been with him when he was a kid, I didn't blame his attitude. I just wished we could be closer. For now, I had been saving my load for the last week. My regular fuck buddy was busy with his family and none of my other associates were available. It meant that I had to take a trip to the creek to get some action. The creek is a patch of land near the creek flowing in the outskirts of town. Located about half a mile from the road, a person had to hike through a forest to get to the place. The remoteness of this place had caused it to become a popular cruising spot in the county. You were bound to find someone here, to get your rocks off and very rarely was it completely empty. When I made my way to the creek, I saw from a distance a pretty hot scene ahead. 2 big burly guys were spit-roasting a well-built young guy between them. The guy fucking his mouth had his palms on either side of the bottom's face so I couldn't see who it was. But it was clear that the bottom was having a blast. He was moaning like a whore, pushing his ass against the cock fucking him while he sucked hungrily the cock down his throat. I made my way to them, and when I was at a close distance, whipped out my cock and started to jack off. The top guys saw me and nodded in approval, as they continued violating the boy between them. I was stroking my 9-inch beer can thick cock, enjoying the show in front of me and hoping to get a piece of ass or throat myself. The bear fucking his throat started to grunt and took his hands off the bottom's face, to tweak his nipples. And as hot as the scene would have been, every arousal I had drained from my cock on seeing who the bottom was. My son Sam was letting two burly men fuck him like a cheap whore, his eyes closed as he moaned and groaned. My son, my flesh and blood, was queer like his dad. I had assumed he was straight as an arrow, but to see him being a pig for cock was a shock. It was also arousing. Sam is a muscular boy. Years of sports and football had given him a nice muscular body with a big bubble butt. The kind of ass you want to lick, finger and breed, until it's gaping and leaking hot man juice. Standing there, watching my first born get pounded by two men was starting to arouse me. He was an adult, he had made his choices and I was happy for him. I was also horny for him and it was scaring me. I wanted to shove my cock up his hole, I wanted to pound his boy pussy until he was screaming my name. I needed to show him who daddy was. As the men started ejaculating inside my boy, I was focused on my boy. My penis was justifying the reasons why I should fuck Sam while my mind was trying to make me see reason. In between, the 2 guys dislodged from Sam and left us alone in the creek. Sam collapsed on the ground, his ass puffy and leaking cum as he relaxed under the evening sun. My penis made my choice for me as I slowly made my way towards him. When I was behind him, I took my pants off, spit in my finger and rubbed it on my cock. Next, I laid on top of Sam with my cock wedged between his ass cheeks. He was spent so he hadn't realized there was someone else behind him. When he felt my weight on his back, he simply arched his hips upward to give me access to his used hole. Not one to pass on the opportunity, I rubbed my head on his pussy lips before pushing inside him. His hole was slick with cum and slippery like Velcro. I had fucked many asses before but nothing and no one had felt like this. Maybe it was the [banned word] of it all, but the more I fucked him, the more I wanted it to never stop. I hadn't spoken a word and Sam was still on the ground, moaning and groaning to my thrusts. I was afraid of his reaction to finding out who was fucking his ass, but as hot as it was for me, I needed him to know who was creaming him. So, I collapsed on top of him and put my face next to his. I stuck my tongue in his ear, lapping up on the sweat and pheromones, blowing hot air on his scalp. His groans became audibly louder, and he started to push back against my cock, trying to push me deeper inside him. "How do you like your dad's cock Sam?", I whispered between thrusts. His body froze and tensed upon hearing that. He turned his head towards mine, only to see my very red, sweaty and grinning face. I felt his hesitation on his hole, as it contracted and started pushing me out. I quickly thrust into him harder, preventing his ass from closing up. The strength of my thrust made Sam moan and I felt his ass relax for a moment. Taking that as a cue, I started to rabbit fuck him hard and despite his initial resistance, Sam started to getting into the groove of it. I slowly pulled out of him, before pulling his ass up until he was on all 4s, before starting to fuck him again. The next few minutes, I fucked him with unparalleled energy. If my son was a cock slut, I'd make sure he never had to head out of home to get all the cocks he wanted. This was my moment of proving, and god damn was I proving my power to him. By now, Sam was loudly moaning and asking me to fuck him more. Between calling me dad and daddy, my boy really gave up his hole to my cock. And as I started to ejaculate in his hole, his cock burst in orgasm and coated the ground below with his boy juice. When we were done, I collapsed on the ground with Sam next to me. We stayed silent for the next few minutes, catching our breath and processing everything that had happened. When I saw Sam, I didn't feel guilt. I felt a kinship with my boy and something deeper that I had never experienced. And based on the way he was looking at me, he was going through something similar. That was the beginning of it all. - Joe When dad finished, to say I was shocked would be an understatement. My dad was so casual about the whole thing, like it was no big deal. "I wanna know what you're thinking kiddo." "Dad, this is a lot. You and Sam are fucking around, I mean, that's insane dad" "We aren't just fucking around Joe. I love your brother and he loves me." Now this was just crazier to me. I wanted to understand but I was having a hard time coping with everything. I slowly stood up and cleaned out my dishes. I was at the sink cleaning the dishes when dad came in to the kitchen. My back was to him, so I was surprised when I felt his presence right behind me. Before I could react, he pushed against me gently, locking me in place between the sink and him. His strong clothed frontal was against my back, and I felt the heat radiating from him and entering me. His scent was strong, a masculine smell that would make a cock pop out. "You don't have to act around me son. I know you were turned on." I started to stutter a response when his hand found its way to my crotch. I was going commando so his strong palm scraped against the thin lining of my shorts and scratched against my cock and balls. He gently squeezed my cock and balls, making me slightly groan. "Your cock's leaking boy, my palms getting wet with your pre juice," dad whispered ever so slightly, his masculinity commanding the situation. I was shocked and aroused, causing me to freeze in place as he continued squeezing. This was wrong, so wrong and I needed to get out. At the same time, I was so aroused and turned on. Dad stopped squeezing my crotch and flipped me around. I was now face to face when I saw him lifting the palm that had been on my crotch to his face. He sniffed it for a moment before licking his fingers that had a little bit of my pre-cum. "Mm, love neg pre cum. So innocent." Dad muttered to himself. What did he mean by neg pre-cum? I had so many questions....

I'm going to try something a little different. This story will have just three or four parts. I think it'll be easier to complete it if it has an ending. Hope you pigs enjoy it. This story was inspired by a buddy of mine, Adam. I sent him the picture below and he said "He’d fuck me in the back of the minivan next to the car seat after he tells his wife he has some errands to run." So that inspired me to write a story. 🙂 ======================================== The guy had a blank profile on Grindr. Normally I just cruise on by those profiles unless they send me a picture right away. I never have a problem getting laid because I’m a hot little 25 year old piece of ass, covered in dark fur on my chest and ass and, most importantly, a total slut. I rarely say no when a top asks to breed my ass. I don’t really care what they look like, but the bigger the cock the better. This one obviously caught my eye. Huge and fat, with giant balls, sticking out of his cargo shorts. The picture only showed his dad bod, shorts and that amazing cock. I was desperate to worship it. I wanted to impale my hole on it and feel it slam all the way into my cunt. I immediately fantasized about him fucking me in the back of a minivan next to a car seat, after telling his wife he had some errands to run and wouldn’t be back for a couple of hours. My dick immediately got hard thinking about it and my hole puckered. I replied to him right away and unlocked my extra pictures. He quickly replied and said “Good. You’re not going to waste my time. I wanna fuck you now. You in? I don’t have all night.” Damn. I love it when they’re super horny and completely direct. I couldn’t say yes fast enough, and told him I’d need a few minutes to clean out then he could fuck me wherever he wanted, as many times as he wanted. He told me to meet him in the park, near a cruising area. It was dark, what did I have to lose? Nothing, and hopefully I’d get a few loads in my hole from the t-room afterwards. It had been a few weeks since I had gotten fucked and my hole was hungry. I also had a week off from work, so I could stay up as late as I wanted, being a pig. My phone dinged again. It was him. “Be there in 30 minutes. Don’t be late, boy.” I put down my phone, cleaned out quickly and drove to the cruisy section of the park wearing shorts, a tank top, a tight jockstrap and a cap. My typical cruising/slut/pig outfit. Of course it was in a remote area adjacent to the golf course where few people went. There was a bathroom at the start of a trail that went into the woods and a couple of cars parked in a small gravel lot. He’d seen a photo of my face, but I only knew what his fat cock and cargo shorts looked like. That could be anyone. I stood next to my car, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, looking at my phone when I saw the lights of a car near the edge of the parking lot flash. I walked over to a large SUV, walked around the passenger side and he rolled down the window. “What the fuck are you waiting for, boy? Get in the fucking car, faggot.” Oh that’s how it was going to go, huh? I got in and looked over to see a hot Daddy with dark hair and a face full of heavy chin scruff. Another week and it’d be a full beard. My cock started to get hard. His was already hard and sticking out of his shorts. “Get over here and suck my dick so I can fuck your pussy. Now.” I quickly dropped my shorts and got in the car, leaning over to take his huge dick down my throat. Nothing sent me further into a cock sucking trance then deep throating a huge dick. Dad Bod Guy wasn’t interested in my pleasure, though. He was only interested in controlling my head so he could fuck my face. He grabbed my neck and pulled me down so I was gagging. Over and over he used my mouth without any thought to my pleasure or desire, because he knew I was a faggot. He knew I was a cocksucker. He knew that using my mouth like it was a hole gave me intense pleasure but even if it didn’t he’d still fuck my face because it felt good to him. My pleasure or distress didn’t interest him. He didn’t let me breathe easily, and fucked my mouth hard, making me gag so much that after a few minutes I started to feel like I was going to pass out. Finally he pulled me up and let me catch my breath. I looked up at his handsome 40-ish face and he immediately spat a huge loogie into my eye. “Filthy fucking whore. You ready for more?” I just moaned. He laughed at me and said “Ready or not, I’m fuckin your pussy. Get in the back.” I got out of the car and crawled in the back, where the seats had all been folded down so it was a large flat area. “Hands and knees, faggot.” I instantly obeyed and stuck my ass up. “Back it up, boy.” He was standing under the tailgate, with his pants off, a small light on the inside illuminating what we were doing. He clearly didn’t give a shit if anyone saw us fucking. I backed up so my ass was sticking out of the tailgate. He was short, about 5’6” tall but built like a rugby player. A thick chest covered in dark black hair, along with a thick middle finished with a big ass, also covered in thick hair. Then there was that cock. , thick, fat, cut and hard as steel. My head was on the floor of the truck, waiting desperately for him. I still hadn’t said a word. I finally opened my mouth and moaned. “Please Daddy. I need it in my pussy. Please fuck me.” He laughed behind me, and said “Oh faggot, I’m gonna fuck you hard. But first you need a little help to take it to the next level.” I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could hear him open a compartment on the side of the truck, and a zipper open. Then I heard him rustling with a few things behind and felt his finger enter my cunt. I moaned loudly and then, all of a sudden I felt a burning in my hole. Uh oh. He was dosing me with Tina. Fuck. Oh well, I’m a slut who never says no to chemicals, particularly when they’re administered by a hot fireplug Daddy with a giant fat cock. “You like that fag?” I just moaned louder and hissed “YESSSSSSSSSS DADDDDDDY.” I could feel my pulse start to go faster and my cunt get hungrier. He laughed again and said “Get ready. Here we go, little boy.” I moaned louder and then felt his scruffy face pressed against my hole, scratching me up. But I didn’t care because the booty bump he gave me was hitting me hard. I reached back, pulled my cheeks apart and pushed my hole into his mouth. He moaned loudly and continued to eat my ass, making sure to get my pussy as wet as possible. From somewhere behind me, I heard another voice. “Dude, that’s fucking hot. You gonna fuck that whore?” “Of course I am. You wanna use him after I’m done? Bet you he won’t say no.” “Fuck yeah!” I couldn’t see what the guy looked like but the tina in my hole guaranteed that I wasn’t going to say no, no matter who the other man standing there was. Dad Bod Guy (DBG) shoved his face back in my hole and continued to eat my cunt until I was begging for it. “Pleeeeease…….I have to have your cock in my hole. Please, Daddy!” I heard the other door open and a pair of shorts hit the floor. The other guy climbed in beside me, crawled up, turned my baseball cap around and shoved his cock in my mouth. It was fat and uncut with one of those foreskins that covered the head, even when he was hard. I licked under his foreskin and he shoved his cock all the way down my throat. From behind me, DBG pulled his face away from my cunt and I moaned around the fat cock in my mouth. I needed him inside me, but he was still teasing me with his fingers. I pushed back on his fingers and felt that burning sensation again. The motherfucker had dosed me with another booty bump. I looked up and got a good look at the new guy, he was a hot college aged white kid with a blonde buzz cut, a well defined body and a thick trail of blonde hair marching down his stomach to meet up with his pubes and fat uncut dick. He was a hot fucker who was clearly insanely horny. We were all sweating like pigs because we were outside in July. The second booty bump was kicking in and I knew I just needed to go along for the ride and do what I was told. Get both my holes filled with cocks. As many as possible. Finally, DBG (I still didn’t know his name) said “You ready for my cock, faggot?” I took Blondie’s cock out of my mouth and quickly said “FUCK ME SIR! PLEASE!” and then gagged my throat on Blondie’s cock again. He moaned loudly and started to slowly fuck my face. “DAMN, pig. I gotta be careful. I wanna breed your hole. Can’t waste my load in your mouth.” DBG slid his cock into my hole which had been relaxed and well lubed from the ass eating and crystal. He groaned loudly as his huge fat cock quickly buried itself to the root in my cunt. I couldn’t stop moaning with a combination of pain and pleasure. His cock was huge and spit was the only lube, but the drugs were making my asshole really hungry and their cocks were filling both of my holes full of fat Daddy and college boy cock. DBG started to pound my pussy really hard, and from out of his mouth came a non-stop stream of filth. “You fucking whore, god what a well used pussy you have. Just fucking opened up for my cock without any lube. Filthy little fag. I Love fucking little whore cunts like you…..” And on and on. I was in fucking pig boy heaven. His dirty talk trailed off after a few minutes, as his speed picked up and I could tell he was close to breeding my hole. I desperately wanted his load and took Blondie’s cock out of my mouth to beg for his load. “Please fuck me Daddy. FUUUUUUUUCK ME. I need your load in my pussy! Please knock your boy up, I wanna have your fucking babies! Fucking make me pregnant!” I continued to babble incoherently while DBG kept pounding me as hard as he could. After a couple of minutes more, he slowed down and pounded me hard with a last few thrusts and then suddenly stopped. I could feel his huge fat cock throbbing inside my pussy. I knew he was loading my hole up with sperm just like I’d been begging. I told him I wanted his babies inside me and he’d obliged by dumping a huge load deep in my ass. DBG laid on my back, catching his breath, and his cock slowly slipped out of my hole. I moaned loudly as my pussy let go of its master. He had taken control of me and bred me full of his sperm. I was a really happy boy. Just then the blonde guy tapped me on the face and I looked up. “Turn around, RIGHT NOW. Gotta get inside there, now that you’re lubed up.” DBG handed something to to Blondie and he laughed and said “Another one? Fuck, you’re not messing around.” I quickly turned around, and took DBG’s cock in my mouth to clean it off while, unbeknownst to me, Blondie was putting another shard of T under his foreskin. I was about to get dosed again. Did I care? Of course not. I learned to be a complete drug slut early in life and never said no to drugs. Blondie quickly slid his cock into my hole and started to slowly fuck me. My cunt was on fire with lust and after a few strokes, I could feel the huge load already in my pussy begin to churn a little bit. Then I felt the burn and knew they’d dosed me again. Blondie started to fuck me hard, I knew he was really turned on by how hard his cock was in my mouth and now I could feel his dick in my hole, even harder if that was possible. His cock wasn’t nearly as fat as DBG’s but it was longer. He was really reaming me out, lubed by DBG’s huge load of sperm. I knew he wasn’t going to last long and after just a couple of minutes he jackhammered my hole and added his load to my cumdump. I fucking loved it and reached around behind to hold his cock in my pussy as long as I could. After a couple of minutes, DBG finally got me out of my cum stupor and said “hey faggot. You want more loads? It’s a nice warm night and only 10, bet some randos are lurking around who’d wanna piece of that pussy.” Blondie pulled out of my hole, which just made it ache for more cock. He and Blondie both laughed as they got dressed. I just laid in the back of DBG’s car catching my breath, spun out of my head from the booty bumps they’d given me. After a few minutes, DBG reached over and said “Hey fag, come on. Don’t drip cum on my floor. Here are your clothes, go put them in your car, and put your keys in your shoe.” I looked kind of bewildered and confused. He slapped me across the face and brought me back to reality. “Now, boy!” I scrambled out of the car and heard the tailgate close behind me. I squeezed my cheeks together to keep the two thick loads inside my hole. Blondie slapped me on the ass, laughed and said “you are gonna get your hole raped hard, kid.” Then he turned to DBG and said “Hey, Dad, here,” and tossed a thick bag of tina to DBG. Wait. WHAT? DAD? If I hadn’t been completely spun out of my mind and afflicted with tina dick, I would’ve been instantly hard. They both smiled at me and DBG said “Yes. I’m his Dad. Now come on faggot. You’ve got an appointment with some stranger’s cocks.”

I had always played safe. I chose condom porn the few times I let myself watch; and, the even fewer times I relented to my carnal desires I insisted on safe condom sex. I was 36 and needless to say I didn't have very much experience. Really I was just one very shy and super careful guy. One Friday night after a 6 month period of sexual abstinence I stepped out of my comfort zone and went to my neighborhood gay bar. I nursed my beer alone in a corner and drank in all the eye candy. My eyes soon lit upon an incredibly hot bear cub. Once he entered my vision I couldn't take my eyes off him. Every thing about him was my ideal turn on. Dark curly hair, impish grin, golden tan, short trim beard and body hair in all the right places. His tight shorts and low cut white muscle tee showed off his beautiful body perfectly. I tried not to be obvious with my ogling but was not successful. He gave me a big smile, excused himself from his handsome friends and made his way over to me. I was delighted and mortified all at the same time. I was surprised my tongue worked and we were soon chatting about nothing in particular. I was surprisingly comfortable with this gorgeous young man, I guessed about 24, and we kept ordering beer. After the 4th I uncharacteristically hurd myself invite him to my place. We barely got the door closed and were all over each other deep throat kissing and tearing off our clothes. Naked he was the fulfillment of every wet dream I had ever had. He was soon on his knees giving me the best blow job and I was soon ready to cum. He noticed the signs and stopped, stood up and assured me 'not yet '. It was my turn to take his beautiful big thick cock in my mouth. I could barely manage this 8" beauty yet before long we were 69ing on the living room floor. Sensing I was on the verge of orgasm again he stopped us and asked where the bedroom was. He backed me in and immediately pushed me down on my back on my bed. He raised my feet over his shoulders in no time and was bent over deep kissing me again. I was breathless as I felt his swollen dick head touch my hole. It felt great. With only his spit for lube he started to push the naked tip in. I involuntarily took a deep breath relaxing my ring. I came to my senses as his bare head found entry to it's goal. "Aren't you forgetting something?" ,I murmured almost in audibly. He just looked at me with that incredible impish grin. "The condoms are in the drawer of my bedside table. " With utter confidence he replied while pushing in a little deeper, "I never use those. " Again my hesitant murmur; "I never don't..." As he pushed in to 4 inches, "Really!" My response came more as a question than statement "really?" As he pushed in to 5 inches he said, "Well you seem to be enjoying my raw man meat. " I couldn't lie I had quickly moved through the initial pain, "Ah ... yeah... but, it's not safe ... I don't even know you ... we just met ... and I never ..." "Just let me push in all the way. Try something new" he persuaded. My meek voice, "No fucking, ok ... just in balls deep... then pull out " There was no response as he steadily pressed in deeper. "Ok?" I asked Oh my God his big raw cock felt incredible and then his balls hit my taint! He couldn't miss the half grunt half sigh of satisfaction and he pushed in even more while grinning in my face and looking deep into me with his incredibly seductive brown eyes. "Oh FUCK ME! " the words came spilling out of my mouth. I could not believe what I had just said. To be continued ...

Work has been nuts and covid and shitty weather have been keeping the parks dead, but my dick was going to explode if I didn't fuck. I went on Sniffies and said I wanted an anon hole to breed. Got a response from a guy who said he had a glory hole. Went over and it was more a dark room situation, but hey, still worked. He bent over, I got really verbal, and bred his slut pussy. It was his fourth load of the day. Quick pump and dump, but I fucking needed it.

(Grindr profile: Anon b b⬇️👀4⬆️. Chest pic, no face pic.) Guy: hey (9:45pm) Me: what's going on? Guy: would like to breed your ass Me: sends ass pic on all fours in jockstrap (with load leaking out) Guy: nice which hotel. (Sends dick pic) Me: (thinking oh hell yes) Me: sent location and hotel name Guy: cool. Be about 20 mins. Me: just msg when you get here and I'll prop the door open and send room number. Guy: here Me: sends room #, props door open, puts on blindfold wearing jockstrap, waits on all four Guy piston fucks me for 20 mins and breeds my ass. Could feel him pulsing for almost a mins in my ass. I collapse on the bed after he pulls out. (10:30pm) Damn.

condom porns are a total turn off. I only fuck raw so why should I watch any porn with these disgusting rubbers around the cock. real men fuck raw period

I cleared out my schedule and walked into the bathhouse around 11 a.m. wearing a tank top that said “cum in my ass.” The parking lot was pretty full, maybe 20 cars, so I knew I was going to have a good chance at getting what I wanted. As I paid and walked to my room there were several guys checking me out. After getting settled and doing one last clean out in my en suite bathroom, I grabbed my poppers, lube, key, and towel and started to explore. I made my way down the hallway past the lockers, past the new gloryhole wall, to an open area between the darkroom and theater rooms with a wide bench and a small TV showing porn. One of the guys that had been checking me out was sitting on the bench stroking and staring at me as I walked up in my jock strap, towel slung over my shoulder. Wearing the jock makes me feel so sexy. My ass exposed showing all these men and their cocks that I’m a slut. In past trips to the bathhouse, I had been shy and afraid, waiting to find the perfect cock. This time I knew what I wanted: lots of cock and lots of cum. There was no time to waste. I walked right up to this guy and bent over to reach under his towel and take the place of his hand. He was a middle aged well-built bearish guy. His cock was slightly below average size when fully erect, but as I started stroking him he swelled up nice and thick. Before I could get down on my knees he grabbed my cock and pulled it through the fly in my jock strap, stroking a bit before taking me in his mouth. It’s often difficult for me to get hard with guys, but between his mouth and my cock ring, I was fully torqued in no time. I didn’t want to cum yet, so I pulled away and got down on my knees in front of him. I pulled his cock out and put it in my mouth. I could taste his precum as I licked his meaty cockhead and slid my lips down his shaft. I took him into my throat before sliding back up. I wanted to taste those balls. I buried my face in the base of his cock, licking and sucking on his full scrotum and inhaling his scent. As I was sucking cock out in the open like this, my ass up and my hole on display, I could tell a group of about five or six guys had gathered around to watch. One guy standing to my left sat down next to Guy #1. I reached out and started stroking him too. He was older and clean cut, but he had a noticeably longer cock, even when semi-soft. Once I stroked him fully hard, he was easily eight inches and fairly thick. I pulled back from Guy #1 and started sucking Guy #2. I couldn’t quite deepthroat him, but I was trying. A third guy, a shorter, stocky guy with a big belly, stepped up behind me and started massaging my ass. Guy #3 was soon probing my pre-lubed hole with multiple fingers. Guy #2 asked if he was fisting me. I didn’t know how many fingers he was using, but I knew he wasn’t fisting me. Maybe save that for next time. Guy #2 stood up while I was still sucking his big beautiful cock, and Guy #1 got up to join Guy #3 at my ass. I grabbed my lube and reached back to stroke both of them and show them what I wanted. I took a hit of poppers as I felt Guy #1 and his thick cock start to push into my asshole. I’m so turned on that my hole opened for him without a problem. He could tell he was in and started to pound away at my ass. Some combination of the poppers, the new angle with Guy #2, and the pounding from Guy #1 gave me a much easier time opening my throat for that eight-inch meat. This was my first spitroast, getting pounded at both ends by big dicks, and I was loving it. Both guys were loving it too. Guy #2 had started moaning, telling me what a good boy I was and to take his cock deep. Guy #1 started to pick up his pace, slamming his hips into my ass, and I could tell he was getting close. He spasmed and grunted that he was cumming in my hole. As he pulled out, the air hit my slick cunt and I could feel a stream of warm cum dribble down my taint and collect around my balls in the pouch of my jock. Guy #3 stepped back up to my ass and started to finger me again (he really loved fingering ass apparently) and another guy stepped in and grabbed my dick underneath. Guy #4 leaned his head down (I’m pretty tall, so there was enough room under my torso) and started to suck me. He was only able to suck for a minute because Guy #3 was lining up his cock to pound my ass. Guy #3 started fucking me and it was only a short time before he blew a second load of hot cum inside me. I had been sucking Guy #2 the whole time, alternating between throating his shaft and lapping at his big balls. After Guy #3 was done with my ass, I told Guy #2 that I wanted to feel him in my hole. He sat down on the bench and I got up off the floor, turning around and showing him my ass while I grabbed my lube and poppers. He told me what a lucky boy I was to have so much hard dick around me. I lubed up his cock and aimed it at my hole, taking him slowly inside for a couple short strokes before pressing down further and taking him past my second sphincter. I took a hit of poppers and started moaning like a bitch while I bounced up and down his monster cock, feeling him filling me up. I got into a good rhythm feeling him deep inside me. One guy, must have been Guy #4 who started sucking me earlier, started grabbing my nipples. A few more guys were standing at the other wall—two of them were looking at me enjoying the show, and the third was on his knees in front of them, bobbing away. I moved Guy #4 over in front of me so I could suck him. I wanted to taste some semen too—couldn’t let my ass have all the fun. Guy #4 had a pretty average cock, but nice smooth balls. I was able to grab those and gently stroke them as I continued bouncing on the guy behind me. Guy #2 kept telling me how much of a slut I was, and that I was a good boy. I pulled off the cock in my mouth to tell Guy #2 I wanted his cum. He said he wanted my mouth again. I wanted this guy’s cum so bad. I rose up off his cock and turned around. I motioned for Guy #4 to get behind me and got on my knees to survey the beautiful cock that was recently churning my insides. His thick head and shaft were glistening with lube, and the base was surrounded with frothy cum. I went to town, slurping his cock deep again, imagining him spurting deep in my throat. I felt Guy #4 grab my hips and thrust inside my cum-filled hole. He pounded me for awhile while I sucked Guy #2 in my second spitroast. Guy #2 told me I was greedy for wanting so much cum, and then started asking if I wanted it. I gagged and nodded as my eyes teared up. I wanted him to shoot in my throat, but he pulled back and started stroking. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. With each thrust from the guy in my ass, I tried to get my mouth around the cock in front of me again. He shot a rope that hit my cheek on the way over my left shoulder, and then kept producing small eruptions of thick cum from his cockhead that dripped down over my mustache and onto my tongue. I lapped it up and licked my lips. At the same time, Guy #4 came and quickly pulled out of my ass—I could feel one last spurt on my hole as he pulled out, but I was still mostly focused on the big cock in front of me. I grabbed it, sucked on the tip, and finished squeezing out the last pearls of his cum into my mouth. I had taken four guys in my ass, three in my mouth, had experienced my first and second spitroasts, was full of cum at both ends, and had cum on my face and dripping from my hole. I was also pretty sweaty and my knees hurt a bit. I thanked the guys, packed up my bag of poppers and lube, and got up to head back to my room. I finished out the rest of my bathhouse visit with relatively little fanfare in comparison. Took another anonymous load from a slim big-dicked Hispanic guy in my room, and then shot my edged load while on my knees in the darkroom as a big-dicked younger guy fucked my face. Can’t wait to go back.

What are your experiences with ATM at bathhouses? Especially ATM when it isn't from your ass. To be honest, I love fucking a random hole or two, walking around, and then have a guy suck me. It gets me off knowing that the guy blowing me has no idea he's filling his mouth with a combination of lube, cum, ass juices, and maybe a little shit from another guy's hole. I've noticed people are pretty open to this in steamroom orgies. Hard to avoid ATM when cocks are going from hole to hole and mouth to mouth.

A condom goes against our basic instinct that we are programmed to share our dna. Condoms prevent life and its completely unnatural!

Indeed they should fuck BARE. And I'd fuck your H🔥T ASS just as nature intended @Philocaly, giving you exactly what you need! 😈☣️

I am not surprised that the responses given are unanimous. Nature did not intend man to wear a condom, it intended man to fuck, and BREED! Gay, Bi, Straight, it is in all male DNA to mate RAW! And there is nothing worse as already said a few times here when a film that is indicated as being ''Bareback'', the set up is just what tickles your fancy, and the actors are just what you want for that moment, and they are making out, then it comes to the fucking, and bam, that fucking rubber appears - I will INSTANTLY lose my erection. I am there to watch a man seed his PiG. And no pulling out either! 🐽💦💦

1. The Pary I slipped back into the booth setting my beer down on the round table as I did so and nodded to the booth’s other occupant. I had never been too keen on gay bars but it was my roommate’s birthday so he had gotten to pick the bar. It was still early in the night, the bar was still quiet, a person could actually hear himself speak, and so far only one of my roommate’s other friends had shown up. Austin, my roommate had gone off to the bathroom while I went to the bar to grab myself another beer, which now left me alone with his friend Rick. Rick was a bit older then I was maybe twenty-six, or twenty-seven, to my twenty-four. He was tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders and thick muscular arms. His strong square pecs were clearly visible through his black v-neck t-shirt, and this thick growth of dark black hair sprouted up around the base of his neck. He was just the sort of guy that I normally go for, a total man’s man, if there was such a thing any more. I myself was a little shorter then he, with sandy blond hair, and a tight runner’s body that I worked hard to maintain. Around my sophomore year of college I had started to get a bit hairy, and now a year after graduation I was quite proud of the broad swath of light brown hair that grew across my chest and stomach; however I was now where near as hairy as Rick promised to be. “How long have you known Austin,” Rick said, in a deep voice, shifting round the booth a bit to get closer to me. “We met freshmen year of college, we lived across the hall from each other actually.” “And now you’re roommates? Or something more?” “No, just roommates. There’s never been anything like that between us,” I said truthfully. Austin and I had become friends living in the dorms at Northwestern and then roommates when we both moved off campus our junior years. It had seemed logical after graduation when we both got jobs in Chicago to continue the arrangement and get a place together in the city. Our two-bedroom Wrigleyville apartment was small and a bit cramped but we had found a place in a pretty good part of the neighborhood and sometimes the sun even shown through my window in the morning. “What about you,” I asked, “how do you know Austin?” “I met him a year ago, just after he moved to the city…well actually, right here,” he gestured to the bar around him, “been fucking the shit out of him since.” I was a little taken aback and just blinked at Rick. I had never really been comfortable discussing my own sex life, and I was most certainly uncomfortable discussing my roommate and best friend’s sex life. “Excuse me,” I stammered. “Yeah, I’ve probably wrecked that boy’s hot ass once a week sense we met. Except for when he plows me with that donkey dick of his.” The way that he said that sounded like he assumed that I had first hand experience with Austin’s donkey dick. Just then Austin came back followed by two girls and a couple more guys. The night suddenly took off from there, drinks were ordered all around and many shots started appearing at the table. Eventually the bar filled up and everyone ended up on the writhing mess that made up the dance floor. Austin, having drank more then his skinny little twink frame could handle, and possibly more then I had ever seen him drink before, had lost all of his inhibitions and was grinding his ass unapologetically on Rick’s crotch. Amongst the mess of sweaty gyrating bodies I was the only one who noticed the pair. My gaze was drawn to them as I watched my normally quiet and demure roommate grind his ass hungrily onto this big hulk of a man’s crotch. More drinks were had, and more dancing, Austin kept pace but was fading fast. As it drew close to closing time he had devolved into a sweaty, sloppy, drunken mess. When the lights came on and the bar started to clear out, I scooped Austin up from the booth he had half sat half fallen into for the past ten minutes and started to guide him towards the door. Several of his friends asked if I needed help with him, I assured them I was fine and started to steer him towards home. Just as I got to the corner and started to push Austin towards the L station, Rick caught up with us and slipped Austin’s other arm around his shoulder taking some of the, what was quickly becoming, dead weight that was my roommate. “Looked like you could use a hand,” he remarked. Again I assured him that I was fine, but Rick wasn’t taking no for an answer. He helped me get Austin onto the train, rode the two stops to our apartment and then helped me shove him up the steps to our door. Once we had pored him into his bed, rolled him onto his side, stuffed a pillow under his head, and closed the door, Rick finally broke the silence that had fallen between us. “You’re a good friend, taking care of him like that.” “Thanks,” I said, “and thanks for your help. He would have been a lot to handle on my own once he passed out on the train.” “No problem,” he smiled a broad toothy smile. “Do you want a glass of water or something?” I asked. “Yeah that would be great, those damn clubs are always so hot. I’m always so sweaty and hot afterwards.” I laughed and turned to the little kitchen area just off the living room. I filled two glasses of water from the pitcher in the fridge and turned back to face Rick. He had pulled off his black v-neck shirt and now stood bare chested facing me. His broad square pecs looked even more impressive then I had guessed they would through his shirt. Covered in a thick dark forest of hair they each sported a warm pink nipple the left one adorned with a single silver bar through it. He didn’t have a six pack but rather the single broad powerful patch of muscle that came from manual labor not a gym. A deep v of muscle framed the dense, dark, almost black, treasure trail that vanished into his low slung dark jeans. My cock twitched. His skin still glistened with sweat slightly. I felt my mouth go a little dry. He smiled that big toothy grin at me again. I handed him the water silently, his fingers brushing against mine as he took the water. “Too bad Austin got so drunk tonight,” he said the smile faltering a little. “Why is that,” I asked. “Well I’ve been saving up this birthday present for him all week,” he said, something new creeping into his sparkling brown eyes, “but I guess I’ll just have to give it to someone else.” “Could always wait till tomorrow,” I laughed, feeling a little nervous now. “Can’t wait that long, I’ve been saving this up all week, it’s now or never,” he took a step closer and as I leaned back to keep the distance between us equal I felt the kitchen counter firm behind my back. I laughed nervously again, as he stepped just a little bit closer. “So what is this present that Austin’s going to miss out on now,” I asked, guessing that I probably already knew the answer. “What do you think it is?” he asked, the hand not holding his glass of water now drifting to his crotch. “Dunno,” I said quietly trying to keep my eyes on his face. “A big hot six day load from my big, fat, beer can cock shot right up your roommate's cunt," he answered in a whisper. He was now only a foot away from me, and I heard him set his glass down on the counter with a clink. “But,” he continued, leaning in a little bit more his mouth getting closer to mine, “I guess I could always find some slut on Grindr to give it too. Unless,” he paused, his mouth now only an inch from mine, “There was a hot bottom boy right in front of me I could give this gift to.” With that he finally closed the gap, his mouth pressing hard to mine. I resisted for a moment, but when the hand that had been holding his water came to rest on the small of my back pulling me tight to his hairy slightly sweaty body, I melted. My lips parted and I let his tongue slip into my mouth, wrestling with my own. His hands slid over my body, slipping under my shirt, running up and down my back. He broke the kiss only to quickly pull my shirt off over my head. With my shirt now gone his hands slid down my back till the rested on my ass. He kneaded at the meaty flesh, and pulled away to say, “Damn you’ve got a hot ass. How the hell has Austin been able to resist this for so long?” “I always thought Austin was, like me, a total bottom,” I replied, a bit breathlessly. “With a cock like his that would be a fucking crime. Now get on your knees and get my cock out. I wanna see it down your throat before I stuff it up your ass.” He spun us around so that he was now the one with his back against the counter and I immediately fell to my knees. Normally I am not a hook up sort of person, but Rick was so fucking hot, between his amazing body, the slight stench of sweat that clung to him, his brick demanding manor, and the considerable amount of beer I had had I never once thought of saying no to him. I fumbled for a moment with his button fly but soon had his pants around his ankles. He wore no underwear, so I was face to face with Rick’s self proclaimed “big, fat, beer can cock.” He had not been exaggerating. It was like being face to face with a flesh colored can of Guinness. The massive, heavily veined, organ sprouted from a dense patch of black pubes and sported two almost absurdly low hanging swollen balls beneath it. Without being told to I stretched my mouth widely and too the bulbous mushroom head in my mouth. I worked as much as I could into my mouth, slobbering all over the shaft as I did so. I put my hands on his strong hips trying to pull myself forward. His hands soon came to rest of the back of my head pressing me into him, forcing more of his cock down my throat. Precum began to ooze from his cock, filling my mouth, and dripping out the corners of my lips along with my own spit and he started to face-fuck me. Rick groaned in pleasure as my throat worked his cock, and my own cock strained against my pants. Though I never would admit it I loved rough sex, I loved being used, and this big hunk of a man was doing just that. After I don’t know how long, he stopped and pulled his cock from my mouth. He dragged me to my feet and kissed me before saying, “Strip.” I shucked the last of my clothing, and stood naked before him, my own modest six and a half inch cock shinny with precum. He kissed me again and then said something that surprised me, “Sit on my face, I wanna work your hole open before I fill you with my fat cock.” I stepped back and he lay down on the floor right out side of the door to where Austin slept. At this point I didn’t care and as soon as he was down I knelt down over him putting my ass right on his face. As his tongue found my hole I bent forward and did my best to swallow his cock again. Rick clearly took pleasure from eating ass and as his tongue danced around my hole I felt myself opening up to him, my sphincter relaxing far quicker then it normally did. Relaxing my hole wasn’t enough for him and he pressed his tongue into me, occasionally slipping a finger in too. I was moaning around his cock, groaning desperately as waves of pleasure crashed over me. It was a good thing that Austin was completely passed out cause there was no way he would have slept through my desperate whimperings and moanings of pleasure as Rick lapped at my hole. Finally I couldn’t take any more of it and I pulled my mouth off of his cock, quickly turning around so that I was now straddling his hips. I kissed him hard on the mouth, rocking my hips back and forth I felt his spit-slicked cock sliding up and down my equally slick crack. When I had spun around I had intended to get him into my room, into my bed, quickly get a condom on his cock and stuff his fat tool deep inside of me, but when I felt his mushroom head make contact with my well loosened hole, I did something that I never do out of a relationship. I pressed back with my hips, pushing my ass onto his cock, Rick locked eyes with me and shifted his pelvis forward a little bit. The head of his cock began to work its way inside of me, stretching me wider and wider as it entered. The thought of stopping seemed impossible, plus he had basically told me that he was going to be dumping a load in Austin tonight, and Austin would mess around with someone who wasn’t safe. I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as his cock sank deeper and deeper into me. When I finally felt his pubes on my taint I felt more full then I had ever before. Rick smiled that same toothy smile and started to rock his hips, fucking his cock into me slowly as I got use to the size of his cock. I felt like he was pulling my intestines out with his cock each time he retreated and punching them back in again with each inward thrust. He pulled me to him and started to kiss me deeply again. Somehow he managed to flip us both over, his arms tight around me, his cock never leaving my hole, so that I was now on my back and he was between my wide spread legs. The gentle fucking was over now. Rick from his new position shifted my legs to his shoulders and left forward essentially bending me in half, and then began to hammer away at my hole. This was how I loved to be fucked, on my back like a whore, taking cock deep and hard. Rick seemed to understand that without my having to explain it to him. He whispered “I’m gonna wreck your hole boy and then give you my gift. You want it boy?” “Yes,” I panted, sweat springing up on my face, “Give me Austin’s birthday present.” He completed my hole, telling me how it fit his fat cock like a warm glove. I could feel myself becoming loose around him, and I squeezed my ass tighter working his cock with my sphincter. I honestly have no idea how long he fucked me on the floor that night, all that I knew is that when he finally growled, “Here comes your present slut,” I had become sweaty, sloppy, mess, begging Rick to use my hole. Rick slammed into me one last time, bottoming out completely and causing me to yelp, as he said, “Take my fucking load bitch!” I felt his cock twitching in my hole and I knew that he was flooding me with six days worth of built-up cum. I moaned and felt my own cock twitch as I shot a load all over my self without even touching my cock. We stayed like that for a long moment, laying there with his cock still buried deep in my now cum filled hole, in a sweaty heap, before finally Rick said, “Damn, you’ve got a better ass even then Austin. I’m gonna have to start breeding your hole regularly.” I laughed, “Why don’t we go crash in my bed for a while. If you’re up for it in the morning we can go for round two.” “Sure thing,” he flashed that toothy grin again and pulled his cock slowly from my hole. I clenched tight as he withdrew trying to keep the massive amount of cum he had shot inside me. I mostly succeeded and I showed him to my room with just a thin trickle of cum running down my leg. Rick walked closely behind me, kissing my neck as we walked, his cock quickly rising to full mast again. By the time we got to the bed he had slipped his cock back into me and was slow fucking my wrecked hole. We did sleep that night but not much, by the time we passed out around seven in the morning I had two more loads in my ass. Together we fell asleep in my bed, Rick’s cock just inches from my well-used hole, the door to my room left wide open in our drunken horniness.

well I'm more top so it's usually my dick that is being sucked atm by the random bottoms at the big group events at the bathhouse; I do like to kiss guys that have just sucked me atm, and I like it just as much if it's come out of some third party's ass so yep, atm is a turn on. I reckon a guy who's willing to do atm is exactly the right kind of sleaze fuck that I like best

Fuck’n luv it. ATM any cock, from any hole. The more it’s coated with, the better. Such a nasty pig!!

In a darkroom of a bathhouse, you might not have the time to respond or comment because cocks are constantly being offered for you to milk of their cum or to clean off after cumming in your or another guy’ ass. Just enjoy this treat!

As soon as I see a condom, I turn it off. No matter how hot the guys are. They should fuck bare.

Got back to the hotel from dinner and a 41yr old white guy hit me up. My Grindr profile was set to anon b b⬇️👀4⬆️. He sent a dick pic and I sent an ass pic. He was on the way. Then a guy that has become a regular in the area msg and decided he would go after the first guy. First guy fucked me fairly good and bred me. Msg the second guy who was waiting to come up. First guy messaged saying he wanted to drop a 2nd load. Told him to wait as the 2nd guy was walking in. Second guy fucks me good as usual and breeds me. I messaged the 1st guy and he comes back up. Nice fuck this time and after 15 mins of pounding me he breeds me a second time. Nice night!

"You'll pull out before you cum right?" "Sure if that's what you want at the time." His confident reply. I just nodded my head a little and the most beautiful onslaught of my hairy ass by his turgid raw cock began. We revolved through so many positions and I just kept letting ... no ... inviting his big raw cock back in. Missionary was my favorite as his stunning gaze beamed down at me. As I thought I recognized the quickening of his pace and gasping breaths he said "I'm getting close, where do you want this toxic load?" "Pull out! Pull out! On my back " I begged. "Are you sure? I'd rather knock you up if I already haven't. " I quickly pulled off his cock and dove to take his large member and toxic load down my throat. Well most of it, I lifted off to soon... his last rope blast streaked up my cheek and into my eye . When I cleared my eye enough he was grinning down at me. As if I needed it spelled out he said; "Mucus membrane for my highly toxic load ... you may as well have let me breed your ass man. " It was not a malicious voice at all. In fact in his afterglow his sweetness melted me. I forgot my fears as we cuddled ... and then the door closed and he was gone. Full realization then set in, I had accepted all his toxic precum in my ass and some of his cum escaped my throat to be entering through my eye membrane. Fear! Panic! And a massive erection and powerful horniness took over. I jerked off to a fantasy of him cumming in my ass. As I imagined what it would feel like I had an epic orgasm. The memory and intensity of this hookup, the raw sex, the fear, the hunger, the splat in the eye ... the regret, the fear I could be infected haunted me for the next 2 months until I got up the courage to go for testing. I lost nights sleep with worry ... but it would always revert to the memory getting me very horny, my cock hardening, and the thought of taking toxic cum triggering a huge orgasm . What was I thinking?

"Oh Fuck me!", what did I just say? He needed no more encouragement. After a few fucks from his raw cock I found my voice; "You are safe aren't you ... when was your last test?" Still grinning, "Got my results 3 weeks ago. " his excellent fucking continued. "Oh good ... ... wait ... wait,and you are negative... right? " "FUCK NO " Silence on my part as his pounding picked up . As my voice came back, "then you are Poz? His grin and nod. "then you've started meds?" "Shit no! Why would I do that?" As I half heartedly tried to pull away from him he pinned me fast. "No ... pull out, get off me " I whimpered. But I clearly was not backing up my words with forceful actions. He bent down and kissed me with his luscious lips. I opened to his kiss and soon our tongues were entwined. His long raw cock deeper inside me than ever. "Please pull out" I pleaded, "I don't want to get infected ... I've never even bbed before. " Through his confident grin, " Look . What difference will it make now. You've already been exposed to a flood of my toxic precum... (as his movement began) just let me fuck you raw for a bit. " "Ok ... just a bit. You'll pull out before you cum right? What did I just say? To be continued

Just about to fall asleep and get a msg from a guy asking for an ass pic. Sent a pic and he asks to breed me. I told him the location and he said he was 10 mins away and on the way. Saw somewhat of a pic from his profile. Approx 21,latino, appeared to be athletic build. No dick pic seen. Told him I'd have to let him in the back door of the hotel, but wouldn't look at him much to keep it anon. Got him in the door and headed up to get in position ass up face down with blindfold on. Messaged him I was ready and he came in. Pounded me for a good 20 mins before breeding my ass. Nice dick too. He messaged afterwards thanking me. I told him definitely anytime. Planning to meet again. That's 4 loads for the night and heading to bed.

i sucked one guy at bathhouse and he was cut... i love cut guys because its rare in brazil.. but when i started sucking him my mouth got numb 😄 he fucked someone who used some kinda of anesthetic lube, so he fucked raw for sure... afterwards i got me thinking... "he already cut, its cruelty to put anesthetic on his less sensible dick" 😄 but i loved it

This was originally longer but I decided to split into two parts. Part 3 is coming soon. Thank you for the nice words of appreciation and I hope you enjoy. Part 2 For years, I regretted telling my dad about being gay. Pushing those emotions down by throwing myself into school and then work, I never let myself have a moment to think about just how much it hurt when dad was not supportive of me coming out. So, to sit here and hear my dad tell me he was gay too and so was my brother, it brought out all of that repressed anger and frustration. For now, dad was still talking. “I’m sorry for the way I acted back then kid. When you told me, I was surprised by how easy it was for you to say it out loud. I was floored by the courage my 14-year-old son was showing when I, his 38-year-old dad, couldn’t even admit it to myself. I should have been more supportive kid and I have always felt bad about not being there for you. But now that you are here, I want us to have a better relationship. You’re my son, my boy and I want to be the dad you need me to be. I am sorry son and I hope you can forgive me.” I was still angry but part of me suddenly had context for his behaviour back then. Being from a small town, he was left to discover his sexuality for himself and it would be tough for anyone to go through all of that. Especially a young single dad. He wasn’t the bad guy I thought he was. Like me, he was also someone who’d suffered but unlike me, he had to do it on his own. I got up and made my way to the couch, planting myself between dad and Sam. I lifted my arms and pulled my dad in for a hug. As we hugged, we both started crying, letting out all the pent-up resentment and regrets from before. I felt movement in my back before feeling Sam’s thick wide arms wrap around me and touching dad’s sides in the process. We stayed like that, not a word spoken but a lot was communicated through that hug. “Wait, you’re gay too?” I muttered in disbelief to Sam. He grinned ear-to-ear and nudged me in the shoulder. “Fuckin’ unbelievable” I replied, before nudging him right back. “You have no clue how long I have wanted to say this Joe”, dad said, “Glad that this is out of the way. I hope you can forgive me son.” “I am sorry too dad, for having been such a dick. I had no idea,” I said, “I’m glad you told me dad.” Over the next hour dad and Sam told me about how they came out to each other. They came out soon after my last visit, with Sam coming out first leading to dad coming clean. Dad had known he was gay since high school but he had chosen to stay in the closet and not risk his reputation. I was touched by the fact that dad’s journey to acceptance was inspired by me. Small steps to fixing my relationship with my family! The rest of the day was spent with the 3 of us catching up. Dad and Sam grilled me on my relationships and my life in the city and were disappointed to know how boring my life was. As dad put it, “boy if I were your age in the city, I’d be fucking every guy I could find.” Dad’s subtlety was endearing. That night in bed, I had a hard time falling asleep. My mind kept drifting back to my conversation with dad and Sam. So much had changed in the past 12 hours in ways I couldn’t have imagined. My dad and my brother were gay like me, who would have thought. After a few hours of trying, sleep was off the menu. It was around 1 am when I decided to head downstairs and whip up something to eat. I left my room quietly and reached the top of the staircase, only to see the lights on downstairs and voices coming. I ducked down and glanced a peek towards the living area. What I saw was the craziest shit I had ever seen. Sam was lying on his back on the couch. He was butt naked, wearing a leather harness, a thick collar around his neck and just boots. His legs were raised up in a V, with his ass partially hanging off the couch and a cock pumping in and out of his hole, much to Sam’s clear pleasure and approval. The cock pumping in him was my dad’s who was dressed for the occasion. Wearing a leather harness and pants, he looked like the catalogue model for a BDSM magazine. He was grunting in pleasure as he hammered his cock in and out of Sam, both in the throes of great pleasure. “Yeah you love daddy dick don’t ya boy,” dad grunted between thrusts. “Yes sir, I love your cock in my pussy” Sam groaned, his fingers caressing my dad’s body. “Fucker take my cock,” dad started ramming harder and Sam moaned out loudly. Dad’s hand flew to Sam’s mouth covering it and muffling what would have been a loud moan. For the next few minutes, dad kept ramming into Sam before he let out a grunt of his own, announcing his own ejaculation. They stayed like that for the next minute, Dad still unloading the last vestiges of cum into Sam’s ass. Sam looked glazed, as he slowly stroked dad’s nipples and milked the cock in his ass. When dad pulled out, he grabbed a butt plug from the table and pushed it inside Sam. Dad plopped next to Sam in the couch, pulling him closer. Sam was stroking his huge cock while Dad was kissing his neck and pulling on Sam’s nipples. A few moments of foreplay later, dad bit down on Sam’s neck, eliciting a moan from Sam. He burst out all over the couch and cum flew in all directions. It was a sight to behold, my donkey dicked older brother shooting a gallon of cum while my equally large dad caressed him and made out with him at the same time. When Sam was done shooting, dad scooped up the cum splatter from his and Sam’s body and fed it to him. “Hmm boy, you got cum on my boots,” dad said to Sam sternly. In a flash, Sam got off the couch kneeled in front of dad and pushed his face to dad’s boots. To my shock (and arousal) he started to lick his cum from dad’s boots, spit-shining them in the process. Dad let him clean both shoes, while he watched Sam with adoration and intent. When he was done, he straightened his back but stayed on his knees in front of dad. “Thank you for letting me serve you sir.” “You’re welcome boy, bet that pussy was hungry all day” dad and Sam both smirked. “Watching your brother’s tight body worked you up well too, huh boy?” “Damn right sir, he’s a hot piece of ass Joe.” I was having a hard time believing all this. Not only had my dad and Sam been fucking, they clearly had more than just a casual relationship going on (I know my gay culture classifications). Weirder still, they were talking about me, like I was a piece of meat. My arousal was off the roof and my very hard and pre-cum leaking cock was the proof. Without wanting to alarm anyone, I quickly and quietly made my way back to my room. The second I laid down on the bed, I knew it was pointless. Sleep was off the table tonight.

2. The Surprise I woke sometime around two in the afternoon to Rick pressing his cock back into my nearly recovered hole. I moaned as my hole once again stretched around his impressive girth, the cum from the previous times he had fucked me lubricating his shaft as he sank into me. Once inside of my Rick wasted no time, and was soon hammering my hole with ruthless efficiency causing me to cry out with lust. I am not normally a screamer but Rick’s powerful fucking forced yelps and moans out of me like no one had before. It didn’t take long this time for the load to boil up in Rick’s balls and soon he was grunting and bucking like an animal as he added another load to my already well-filled ass. “One for the road,” he growled into my ear as he came inside of me. When his cock had stopped twitching he pulled out and rolled out of the bed. “I’ve got some shit to do, so much as I’d like to spend the day breeding your hole… I’ve gotta go,” he said as he moved towards the door. “I’ll show you out,” I said covering my disappointment at seeing that magnificent cock go. “Don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep. Get my number from Austin and let me know when you wanna get plowed again.” Then he was gone. I laid on my bed for a long moment, naked on my stomach, my stretched out cummy hole facing the door that Rick had left open again as he exited. I went back to sleep. Several hours later I woke up again to the sound of a new voice in my room. “Damn,” the voice said, “Who wrecked your hole?” It took me a long moment to place the voice. But before my eyes were fully open and I had looked over my shoulder at the speaker I knew it was Austin. I suddenly remembered that the door to my room had been open and that the way I was laying on the bed my cum covered ass was clearly visible. Austin smiled at me a little oddly as he took in my compromised position. Knowing what I did now about Austin I found myself seeing him in a new light. He was still a tall thin twink, but I took note of the well defined abs, the incredibly hairy pits, sweet pink nipples, the narrow but dense treasure trail that led down into his skimpy yellow underpants. I noted too just how well the basket of those underpants was filled out. “Seriously,” he pressed on, coming further into the room, “someone did a number on your ass and left a shit load of cum behind. I had no idea you were suck a fucking slut, let alone a cumslut.” “I’m not normally,” I said, shifting in the bed and covering myself with a sheet. “So who dumped all those loads in your hole?” I hesitated for a moment and then said, rather sheepishly, “Rick.” A strange series of emotions played across Austin’s face so quickly that I couldn’t place all of them; but I’m certain that surprise, anger, jealousy, and fear all flashed by before he settled on lust. He rubbed his crotch through his yellow briefs and I could see that the healthy bulge was beginning to swell. “Why are you covering yourself up man,” he asked coming even closer. “You liked getting railed by Rick didn’t you? Well I’ve got something I think you’ll like just as much.” With that he practically leapt onto the bed straddling my pelvis. He lent forward and kissed me roughly. My cock quickly hardened again as I began to explore my roommates trim body with my hands. Our kiss was short lived though as after only a couple of minutes Austin broke away and said, “I have to get my mouth on that ass, flip over.” I did as I was told and kicking my legs apart Austin spread my cheeks and started to devour my ass. He lapped up the cum that had leaked from my hole and pushed it back inside of me with his tongue as he desperately tried to penetrate my hole as deep as he could with that same organ. Much like our kiss though this joy was short lived as soon I heard rustling and felt Austin shifting about behind me. Soon his mouth left my hole but his hands remained on my cheeks, I felt something warm and hard press against my hole and knew that it was his cock. Without saying a word Austin steadily pressed his fat raw cock in side of me. It was not quite as long as Rick’s but it certainly was as thick if not thicker. I whimpered into the pillow as Austin came to rest balls deep in me and started to kiss my neck. He started out slowly, sensing that my hole was still a little worn to from my night’s escapades but soon worked himself up to a feverish pace. Soon Austin was panting as I moaned into the pillows in front of me, and sweat dripped from him falling onto me. He was not going to last long, that was quickly obvious, but his cock was tugging at my hole as it stretched me wide in such a magical way that I wasn’t about to complain. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned as he bottomed out in me and his cock began to throb. As his orgasm rocked through his body he leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t last longer, I’ll be ready to go in a minute though.” He started to rock his hips forward and back slightly, “But feeling all those POZ loads in you I couldn’t resist adding my own to the mix right away.” “What,” I said, my ass clenching around his cock in shock, “You’re POZ?” “Yeah,” he replied sounding a little confused, and then after a moment, “So is Rick. I thought you knew and that’s why…” “Oh fuck,” I said, “I had no idea.” “I’m so sorry,” Austin said, moving to get off of me. As his cock started to slip from my hole I realized I didn’t want him to stop. I had six loads of POZ cum in my hole… there was no changing that so I might as well enjoy the cocks that put it there. I reached back and grabbed his hips, pulling him to me, and shoving his cock back inside of me. “Where do you think you’re going mister,” I said. “But I’m…” “At this point it doesn’t matter, so how about we stop talking and you get back to plowing my hole with your fat POZ cock.”

A cheating fetish. I couldn't help this side of me. It wasn't me that cheated. I'd long since realized in my early 20s that I was never going to be the relationship type. Nothing got me hotter, harder, or hornier than making a guy cheat. Watching his eyes while he begged for me with his stupid boyfriend, husband, or whatever they call it was back home. I'm 38 years old 6'1 198 17% body fat. I'm the DILF at the gym you can't help eyeing. I wear muscle shirts to show off and i make the boys blush, gay or straight. Black hair crew cut full trim beard. Hairy legs some hairy chest, all masc, all man. But my real pride and joy. The thing that makes the boys go weak at the knees. I have a 9.2 in dick that is 6.1 inches in circumference uncut thick dripping dick. i love letting my fat monster cock just hang and work weeks on training cheating boys to worship and become addicted to it till the relationships they go back to and the relationships they have after the inevitable breakup will never compare. When I was 28 years old I tested positive for HIV. This opened my eyes to the world of domination: bringing cheating boys home now was not just home wrecking, it was a life changing experience that would follow each guy as a constant reminder that he had betrayed common sense, that he had submitted to me and virus. He was essentially nothing more than a begging cums slut who's nature controlled his destiny. For me, it wasn't just sex. It was a sadistic communion. Every secret meeting. The build up to the eventual fuck. and finally the night of repeated breeding till they had no doubt in their mind that when they limped away the late hours of the next day they were carrying the virus home with them forever. Ram and Joseph I found Ram and Joseph in the most benign place you could meet a young gay couple. Facebook. With the lists of boys who added me from the gym and next towns over asking for workout advice and sometimes more, these two sexy Latin boys appeared in the people you may know. It was Joseph's profile picture that attracted me. The two boys sitting side by side on the beach smiling. I added him, and then found Ram tag and added him as well. The boys were so perfect together. Joseph was 24 years old. 5'6. 160 lbs. He was a cute little smooth Latin stud. light tan skin. full lips. light brown hair. Ram was 28, very studly, 5'10 175 or so. Not as fit as his twinkish boyfriend but still so goddamn devourable, and my sights were set on him. I wanted to watch his eyes roll back in his skull as I filled him with poz cum. It turned out that Ram worked at the local mall and I suddenly discovered the need for some new clothing, so the very next day I dropped by the mall and took time eyeing the store from afar until I saw him, dressed smartly, wearing a cute hat and form fitting jeans. Now was time for the approach. Waiting to see him bent over a pile of clothes when I stood close behind him. "Can I get some help" I said slightly louder than necessary enjoying watching Ram jump. "Oh, hey man I'm sorry I didn't see you there." He couldn't help but look me over. the gay boy in him, that cock hunger that is in all gay boys like Ram and Joseph flickering behind his eyes. "Let me get someone to help you. " He said trying to regain some managerial composure. "No" I said bluntly. "No?" "Look I seen the kids you got working for you, they're great i'm sure. But you're the manager and you look like you actually have some style." He smiled sheepishly, even pathetically, at my half assed compliment. "Show me around," I proposed. "Sure man...sir." He said trying to regain his professionalism and overcome the obvious interest. "Honestly you already look like you are pretty good, but we'll see what we can get." He walked me around the store and I took my time trying on different things. and we got to talking. He was only the assistant manager (boring). He'd been trying to level up (boring). He was trying to go back to school (boring). He had plans for himself and his boyfriend (ding!) "You're gay?" I asked innocently "Yeah, but you knew that," he remarked, adding "you added us on facebook." "You recognized me?" I smiled to myself "A hot guy adds my boyfriend. Yeah, I'll pay attention," he replied. We were already near the dressing room and the moment was too opportune to pass up. I removed my shirt just before walking in. with the door still open I turned around and asked "So, you like what you see?" His eyes flickered up and down and his mouth hung just slightly open. He smiled, looked away and returned to look me up and down, finally responding "Cocky much?" "Only if the audience approves" I responded. He remained quiet for much of the rest of my visit trying to busy himself with other customers. I bought several things and left. Two weeks later, I returned to return some of my rusefully purchased merchandise, but during those two weeks I decided to go on a ripping season for my workout posting plenty of progress photos. Ram started testing the limits likeing, then adding playful comments, then finally he messaged me asking Can you offer me workout tips? I smiled when the message came in and replied What did you want to know? How in the hell can I look like you? Long and hard work son. You willing to put in the time? hahahaha! Yes sir Good boy. I'll drop by the store. I need to return a few things, I can bring you some stuff to help. I returned the items. Dropped off some supplements, we chatted about the gym and, if he ever wanted it, I offered some personal training at my home gym. Ram practically jumped at the idea, but there was hesitation in the back of his mind that revealed itself when he finally remarked "I love Joseph." "Your point?" "I just don't want there to be any confusion. I'm just trying to look better for him," he replied. I smiled and wrapped my arm around him saying "Rambo, stop worrying we're gonna have fun." And inside my jeans my dick jumped and drooled thinking of Ram's ass slowly opening up and begging for my raw load.

(1/2) I’d like to share another part of my chasing path. One of my biggest fantasies has always been to give control to someone for them to whore me out as they liked. I had some great experiences in the past, getting some attention in bathhouses and sex clubs, but I had never truly relinquished the control to the will of a top. I was probably about 29 or 30 at the time and this took place before my Paris adventures. Standing at a humble but athletic 5’8, with my regular workouts maintaining a tight body and ass. I had been playing with this fuckbuddy of mine for a while. We met through BBRT and he had given me a good share of his loads in few months. His status on BBRT was set to “ask me” but we had never discussed it. And I was still on PrEp at the time so I didn’t really care. The only thing he told me was that he was not on PrEp himself. Fast forward a few months later. I had been lurking around BZ for a few years, with the idea of chasing slowly making its twisted way into my perverted mind. I was reading the forums avidly until I finally accepted the fact that I wanted to start chasing. I finally dropped my PrEp without telling any of my fuckbuds but started to insert some hints on my BBRT profile as I still was not entirely comfortable with letting the world know of what I really wanted. Probably because I was not upfront about it, I did not get lucky, while still taking loads here and there. In this whole process, I was still torn though and while I got really excited about the risk, I was still scared to death about it. I wanted it but was still not 100% sure I wanted to go through with it and I was maybe unconsciously avoiding those crucial encounters. A few months later, Friday evening, I just had dinner with friends and I’m lying in bed. It’s a very low-key evening and I’m almost ready to go to sleep at midnight when I get a text message. It’s my fuckbuddy, he’s feeling horny and wants to hit the bathhouse which is right next to my place. He wants me to go with him and take a few loads there. Until now, we’ve only played one-on-one so it takes me less than 5 minutes to slide into some sweatpants and a t-shirt and meet him at the bathhouse. He’s about 5’12, blond, hot furry dadbod – definitely not fit but I like it –, slightly older than me. He’s usually very sweet but when I meet him, he acts a bit different. Instead of a hug, I get pushed right into the building and his eyes look a bit strange. He definitely smells like alcohol and I’m also wondering if he’s high. He pays for my cover and we get into the locker room. He watches me undress with a grin on his face, and I think I can see him drooling. I’ve never liked this specific bathhouse. I’ve never had a lot of fun there by myself but I’m thinking it will be different with some company. As I lock my stuff, my fuckbuddy drags me around the dark corridors. I don’t have time to see what’s happening. My fuckbud has an objective which is the centre of the labyrinth. We get there and in the darkness, I can figure out that a few guys are already fooling around. He throws me against a wall, gets behind me and immediately puts a bottle of poppers under my nose. “Take a good sniff, boy. You’ll need it tonight. Don’t think you’ll be going home before sunrise. I’ve been thinking about your hole all week long.” I take a deep whiff and he shoves his cock right up my hole. I don’t know if he at least used spit but it fucking hurts. Both the pain and the poppers are making my head spin. My screams are getting us attention and I feel a few hands running on my body. Some guys are feeling my hole to make sure we’re fucking bare. My fuckbud is picking up the pace, I already can’t stand it but he’s holding me tight against the wall. “Get ready for load number one”. He screams while I feel his cock throbbing as he shoots his first load deep in me. I’m trying to catch my breath. My hole is on fire but my fuckbud is still hard up my ass. I’m hoping I’ll get a break. “That’s only the beginning, boy. I’m gonna share you now with any guy I want here and the last load you’ll get will be mine”. No time to recover, I get another whiff of poppers and my fuckbud pushes a guy against my back. The guy scoops the drops of cum running down my legs with his dick before sliding it deep in my hole in one thrust. I feel my fuckbud’s hand on my neck, bending me over to shove his dick still hard and covered in cum in my mouth. I hear something like “Breed my boy” and it seems like I’m getting load number two. My top lines up a few guys after that. Some breed me, some just fuck me for a little while before packing up. After maybe 3 or 5 guys, I feel dizzy from the poppers and my legs are weak. My fuckbuddy drags me to a sling in a red-lit corner of the labyrinth. “Your legs will get a bit of rest, and now I want you to see who's fucking you”.

This is part 1 of a new series. The first part contains no sex and is a setup for more to come. I promise that the lack of sex in this part will be heavily compensated for in parts to come. For now, enjoy reading 🙂 -- Part 1 Growing up, it was just my dad (Baxter Sloan), me (Joseph Sloan) and my older brother (Samuel Sloan). Mom left soon after I was born to marry some rich guy who loved her but didn't want the add-on baggage of 2 kids. So, the responsibility to raise me and my brother fell on my dad, who did the best he could to provide for us. My dad was only 21 when Sam was born and being a young single dad, he was a very involved parent. From a young age, I was an exemplary student. By the time I was 12, I was already in high school and graduated at 15 as a valedictorian. I started college soon after and graduated at 19 with a degree in software engineering with minors in business and statistics. While in my senior year, I started working on a project which became a business when I graduated. After expanding my business over the next few years, I finally sold it when I was 25 for a 9 figure number. Needless to say, I was set for life at this point. But after selling my company, I started experiencing a slump. Success, while wonderful, can also lead you to wonder if there's more than just money and power. Don't get me wrong, it's great to have both but having tasted both, I needed more. In some ways, I was experiencing a pre-midlife crisis at 25 which led me to make the decision that would change everything. I decided to head home to see my family whom I hadn't seen in over 5 years. -- When I left for college, I'd make it a point to come home twice a year to visit dad and Sam. In my senior year, the workload from school and my project prevented me from traveling home and after graduation, the singular focus to make my business work made me ignore my family. We'd still talk but I was distant and more engrossed with my work than listening to dad talk about small town life and his business. I figured as long as I sent nice gifts on Christmas, things would be all right. Before you judge me, you should know that I had a reason to be distant with my family. When I was 15 I came out to my dad who didn't take it very well. He didn't say anything much and kept his distance. I did it a few days before I left for junior year to avoid any awkwardness but his response to it really drove a wedge between us. My brother was cool with it, which was my only respite. Over the last 2 years I had spoken to dad twice and Sam a couple of times, so things weren't exactly very familial between us. Going home after all this time was going to be awkward but I needed to do this. I had nothing going on for me and I figured being home for sometime would give me perspective on my next steps and it'd be nice to go back to my hometown after over a decade away. -- When my flight landed at the airport, I wasn't expecting Sam to be there waiting for me. A little background on Sam- I had last seen him 5 years ago. At the time he was a lean toned guy, working in my dad's plumbing business and looking like every small-town dude who enjoyed the relaxed life and to whom the world at large started and ended within the confines of the town. He was smart too but he didn't put in the effort at school and was happy to start working for dad when he graduated. Not that dad was complaining. I think dad was happy to have one kid at home, even if he would never admit it. They were extremely similar too, which was why dad and Sam had a stronger bond than me and dad. The Sam standing in front of me outside the airport looked nothing like the Sam I remembered. This Sam was a beast. At 6'0, he was approximately 220 pounds of muscle. Wide chest, thick arms and legs, a thick neck and a buzzcut, gave him the appearance of someone you didn't want to fuck with. In just a t-shirt and shorts, both a size too tight for his frame, he was a walking wet dream. The second he saw me, he rushed over and gave me a giant bear hug. Almost lifting me off my feet, he pulled me in for a long hug while rubbing my back. When he finally let me go, his hand slipped down a little and grazed against my butt. "Holy fuck Sam, you look so different man," I exclaimed, finding it harder to not stare and drool at him. "Hahaha, yeah been a while you've seen me little bro. Looks good doesn't it," saying this, he flexed his left arm at me. I'm not sure how his sleeves didn't just rip off but they looked awfully close to, judging by the bulk of his bicep and tricep. Not wanting to stare and freak him out, I nudged him playfully and asked him where he was parked. In 10 minutes, we were on our way to the farm. The drive to our farm would take a little over 2 hours. Once we hit the road, we started catching up with each other. Sam asked me a lot of questions about my work and my life, revealing very little of his own. While we were chatting, I finally took a good look at my brother and started to observe some interesting things. At first glance, it wasn't obvious but through the confines of his shirt, I could make out his large nipples. I wasn't sure but they looked pierced, based on the tiny lumps on either side of each nipple. Tattoos filled every part of the exposed skin on his arms, leading up to his neck and sliding inwards towards his chest. A padlock chain on his collar with an actual lock, hung from his neck. Without being obvious, I took a sneak peek at his crotch and holy fuck, was that thing massively bulging. Whether this was natural or a sock stuffed in, it was hard to say but it sure was impressive. It was so weird how turned on I was by my big brother. I needed to keep it in check but his very presence was making it very difficult. "So how's dad? Has been a while since I last saw him?" I asked, changing the subject. I needed a distraction and this was the best and only way to do so. "Dad's great. He's so psyched to see you. Keeps telling everyone about you coming home." That made me feel guilty. All this time, I thought he wasn't particularly happy about me so to find out how happy he was to see me again did made me feel bad about ignoring him. "Hey, you okay dude?" my brother asked, observing the guilt on my face. "Yeah its fine. Just...never mind." An awkward silence followed us for the next hour of driving until we finally pulled up to our house. The house that I remembered from last time was not the house I came back to. For one thing, there was now an actual 7 feet wall surrounding the place with an electronic gate. The rusty beaten down path leading from the road to the house had been replaced with an actual functional driveway. The house itself had been freshly painted and possibly renovated, making it look actually nice and kinda classy (given the surroundings). "Whoa, what happened to the Sloan pad?" I asked in disbelief to a visibly grinning Sam. "A lot has changed Joe, you'll see for yourself," he remarked. While we were pulling out my stuff from the car, the front door opened and out walked my dad. If the changed Sam had been a surprise, my dad was a shock. 5 years ago, my dad was a lean 6'4 guy with a clean shaved face and a cap on his head at all times. The man in front of me looked nothing like the man I remembered. He had ballooned up to become a muscle daddy. His body was absolutely massive with everything as wide as it could be. He had a bit of a muscle gut but it suited him. What was more shocking was the way he was dressed up. Gone were the flannel shirts and denims. In front of me was a man wearing tight shorts and a sleeveless vest, with the front completely open. On his chest were 2 very visibly protruding nipple piercings that had caused them to puff out obscenely. My dad was an extremely hirsute guy (always has been) but I could make out some tattoos on his skin as well. "There's my boy," dad rumbled and practically jumped over to where I was standing. He grabbed me in a hug and lifted me off the ground, smashing our chests together. His grip was tight enough to cause my lean muscular body to be absorbed into his bulk, smushing every part of us together. I was impressed, given that I take after my dad and stand at 6'2, which he easily lifted like I was paper. While we were hugging, I could smell the strong smell of sweat, beer and smoke on him, making me a little horny. I had to fight every instinct to not get aroused in front of dad, but it wasn't easy. "Hey dad, long time no see," I said as he let me go and dropped me to the ground. Without responding, dad hugged me again, only this time he sniffled and shook a little. Watching my formerly emotionally steady father cry out of happiness was not what I was expecting. We stood there for half a minute until he composed himself and detached. "A'ight, lets get you in boy" dad said, grabbing one of my things and started to walk towards the house. Sam and I followed him inside, which had changed significantly since I had last seen it. Before, it looked like a bachelor pad with things lying around, packets of easy-made food on the kitchen counter and empty bottles in the corner. Now, it was completely clean with a leather couch in the center, nicely done wallpapers and actual furniture. "What happened here? You guys won a lottery or something?" I was in shock, how did dad and Sam manage all this with their small town plumbing business. My dad let out a big laugh and slapped my back. "All in good time son, for now wash up and come downstairs. We have things to discuss." His tone meant business and even though I was an almost 26 year old successful former business owner, I felt like a ten year old boy that had to do what dad said. Sam helped me carry my stuff upstairs to my old room and left me in there. Normally, I'd take my time to wash up. But dad had meant business when he told me to come downstairs and I had questions of my own. How was their life so different and how were they so different all of a sudden? It made no sense and I needed answers. --- An hour later, the 3 of us were downstairs in the living area drinking beer. Dad and Sam were on either side of the couch while I was sitting opposite them. Dad was worried I was in trouble which is why I had reached out to them. When I told him that wasn't the case and I was just here to figure out my next steps, he looked relieved. He asked me point blank how long was I intending to stay. Unsure of what he wanted to hear, I told them I'd be here for no more than 10 days. "Hell no boy. You come back after 5 years and all you give me is 10 lousy days. You ain't leaving before the months up," my dad laid down the law. By the serious expression on his face, I knew better than to counter. Truthfully, I was relieved. Part of me needed time to figure things out and having a month's time to do so would be perfect. The conversation moved on to other things before I ended up asking about the house and the renovations. On doing so, my dad and my brother shared a look before my dad said anything. "Son, there are things you need to know about us." I kept quiet, letting him continue whatever he needed to tell me. "But first, I wanted to say how sorry I am for how I was when ya told me you were gay." That was a big surprise, considering I never imagined him feeling any remorse. He continued, "you should know, it wasn't because you were gay. Couldn't care less about that. I was just surprised you know, by how brave you were. Braver than your old man could ever be." For the second time that day, I saw my dad cry. Before I could do anything, Sam slid next to him and pulled dad in for a hug. Dad grabbed Sam in his arms and broke down, while Sam gently held him and let him vent it out. If it wasn't my dad and my brother, I'd think they were lovers. It took my dad a few minutes to compose himself, before he sat back up, took a deep breath and stared right into my eyes. "Son, I'm gay too. And so is your brother."

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(2/2) I’m on my back, in my jocks, feet up. This beefy guy gets in. Maybe in his fifties, huge nipples, furry pecs and a bit of a belly. I can’t see his face against the red light behind him. He smells strongly of sweat and cum which turns me on. I can tell he’s been fucking sloppy holes before as I feel his dick is all slimy with cum when he slides it in me. I hear a big sigh and a grunt and he picks up the pace, choking me while thrusting deeper and deeper. My fuckbud is holding my head as he orders me to take another sniff of poppers. I see can that they’re looking at each other from time to time. He’s about to finish when I see 2 or 3 guys entering the room. “Another load in the bank, boy” as the beefy guy shoots his cum deep in me. My ass had never been this sloppy before. Another guy lines up his dick with my hole before entering in one thrust. His dick is a lot bigger than the beefy guy’s. He looks tall, blond or ginger for what I can see, muscular bod. This one leans forward and I get my first kiss of the night. He stands back up and he’s brutal as fuck. He exchanges looks with my fuckbud before shooting his load. It must be load five or six. I lost count a while ago. Guys keep entering the room, fucking me and dropping their loads. I can’t take it anymore, my hole is fucking raw but I don’t even have the energy to resist or get up. I’m starting to regret realizing my fantasy of being whored out and missing my bed. My fuckbud keeps providing poppers. I don’t know how long I’m there for nor can I figure out how many guys passed by after the tall ginger guy. 1, 2 or 6 maybe? I just can tell between whiffs of poppers that my fuckbuddy is exchanging looks with each of them as if he’s giving consent for something. Finally, the last guy leaves. “It’s my turn now, boy! I’ve been jerking my dick this whole time, watching you taking dick like a champ”. My fuckbud shoves his dick right in. At this point, I barely feel it anymore. He’s fucking me like a mad guy, his face all contorted with the excitement he’s been building up for the past few hours. He picks up the pace until he stops. His dick still in me, he leans forward down to my ear. “I saw the changes you’ve made to your profile on BBRT, dirty little fucker. I know what you want and I know you’re still not sure. At first, I was mad for not telling cause you’re putting me at risk. But then I figured the best way to punish you would be to give it to you. I counted 8 loads tonight without mine. I can tell you at least 2 of those were toxic”. My head is turning. I’m scared as fuck, I’m regretting what I’ve done but I’m just to exhausted to even answer. I can’t know which ones are fatal. “I can see in your eyes you’re scared, boy. Don’t worry, it was just a matter of time before you went through with this by yourself anyway.” He picks up the pace, I can hear the sloppy noise the mix of loads is making as he fucks me. I just want it to be over now. “Take my load, boy!” as he’s finally shooting what I hope will be my last load of cum for the night. “It may be my last neg load as well boy, but it was well worth it”.

A long term FWB of mine had injured himself. He was stuck at home for about 3 weeks and was losing his mind. He knows I live alone and have been laying pretty low, so he called out of the blue and said "Let's fuck... I'm horny as fuck". He usually likes a good aggressive rutting of my hole and dumping a porn star load. I got there and we got naked quick in his living room. After we 69'd for a while, he rolled onto his back and asked if I would ride him.... due to this injury...... He said he hadn't cum in a week because of this injury and had a big load to donate. So I lubed him up with spit and throat juices and sat on his cockhead, grasped his hairy thighs and impaled myself slowly onto his hard dick. He actually moaned when I bottomed out. Then we passed some poppers back and forth and he told me this was a first for him.... he just wanted me to really grind down slow or ride his cock hard for MY pleasure and see what HE got to feel anything interesting. I found it kinda hot because he said it was a first for him with him not in control of the fuck. I gave him the total treatment that he always told me he loved... gripping and releasing his uncut dick with my ass muscles, taking the head to the edge and squeezing him and of course on every downward slide I would open up a little wider and he would get a little deeper. I could tell he was very turned on by his cock being rock fucking hard. I could slide it against my prostate as I rode. It sent electricity through my hole and up to my brain. I could hear him moaning in the background as we kept taking some slow hits on the poppers and picking up some speed. We both love to talk dirty. He is 20 years younger than me, so I typically lead him on by asking if he is enjoying the juicy Daddy hole? can he feel me milking his cock? does he know I plan to milk his cum from his cock while his head is up inside my second hole so it is nice and deep? He loves the older man, executive Daddy type. He has told me a number of times over the years while we fuck. Bedroom, pool table, swimming pool patio chairs, piano, outdoor bar, sling, garden shed.... oh yea... he likes older Daddy's and 90% of the time he wants to seed my hole. Every now and then, he just rolls onto his knees and presents his very hairy hole to me and tells me to load him up. Today, I had a really nice thing happening with this 8" dick hitting my prostate and I just forgot he was there and rode him like a beast. I wanted that cock to bring me off, and by gawd, I could feel the cum starting to churn in my balls as they slapped around his balls. We fucked and sweated (thanks to his fireplace being on) and egged one another on to cum and shoot loads. And I had him deep inside my second hole and was taking a huff and grinding down harder and harder and deeper..... then he started to make this unique moan he always makes just before he starts to cum and I caught the sound of it as I started to blow cum all over his thighs and knees and my fingers. He pulled me down on his cock as I continued to pump, and he was pounding up into my hole as hard as I was ramming my hole down onto his meat. He grabbed both my hips and let out a yell that surprised me and he did about 8-10 good hard thrusts up inside of me. I could feel the warmth spread all around the top of my hole and could feel it oozing around his cock as it seeped from his slower withdrawals and pushes. "Holy fuck" he said. " I have NEVER cum from a guy riding my dick. Ever. That was fucking crazy just watching you ride my cock and watch your shoulders and back and ass muscles while you used my warm cock as a big dildo. And dude, I could feel you just milking and squeezing my cock as you sat down .... opening your hole to a gape to drive my cock deeper. Then I could feel you squeezing and tightening right up as you rose up and pulled the head of my cock right to the edge of your asslips until they stretched. The view of your ass lips dripping my precum and stretched around my cock put me over the edge." I smiled at him and crawled off his dick, swung around and licked from the bottom of his balls all the way to the uncut dripping head. When I was done, his cock was spotless. When I rolled off of him, he slipped a couple of fingers in my very wet and stretched hole and waited for me to push some cum onto the ends. He felt me squeeze some cum down inside my hole towards my opening and he scooped it out, twisting it around gently so he didn't lose any. He looked right at me as he licked the backside of his fingers from tip to knuckle, then he offered the inside of his fingers and all that juicy cum. So I leaned forward and licked from the bottom to the tips as well. He went back to the hole 3 or 4 times and we shared his 'few days' of cum. Nice way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

with an arse like that, mate, you'll have plenty of loads now that lockdown02 will be ending...

Unfortunately, society has become full of anti-PC people who scream "You can't accuse me of being a racist just because I said X" even when X is virtually the definition of racism. Fortunately, the world has a growing number of people who won't just sit back while others make racist comments publicly and who will call racists out for being racists. The world tried your "ignore them" approach, from about 1870 until, well, almost yesterday. When racists go unchallenged, racism flourishes.

I ALWAYS fuck raw. No exceptions. lf a faggot wants my big dick, it's getting my load. That's why l am using its ass.

100% bareback. I get turned on rejecting guys who will only fuck me wrapped, and even more turned on when I manage to get them in me raw with very little effort. I haven't had a condom in my hole in years.... Probably since about 2008 or 2009?

I'm bending over in a public park to take loads. They kind of have to realize that I'm slutty when they see that. Most of them don't mind (I had one guy pull out because he said my hole was too sloppy with cum and he's a weird exception) and a lot of them are really turned on by fucking a cum sloppy hole. When I do one on one while hosting, it's generally off Sniffies and they know I'm a slut. If they ask if I'm "clean," I give them my last tested date. They're adults. They have to know that by sticking their raw dick in my slutty pussy, they're taking the chance they'll get something.

Got fucked and loaded by 5 guys in 2 hours..6 loads. Changed Grindr profile to anon b b bttm looking for tops. First guy, 48, was in the hotel sent a dick pick and that he was ready. He came in fucked me for a short while before unloading in me. Second guy was about 25, white, nice looking dick from the pic. Came in and slide inside, started fucking me and it felt so good. I told him if he wanted he could remove the blindfold and I would flip over. He pulled out, I flipped over and he removed the blindfold. OMG he was hot. Nice athletic, muscular build. He got on top fucking me and it felt so good. He started picking up the pace and I told him to pound that hole as I sensed he was close. He pushed in and held it as he blew his load inside. We chatted a bit and decided we will meet up again sometime. Blindfolded and ass up again. Third guy was 29, black and athletic somewhat beefy build. He came in and got behind me and started fucking me pretty good. An 18 yr old that fucked me once before messaged and said he was here. I told him a guy was here and he asked to join. The third guy said it was ok. Guy came in an apparently undressed and jerked off watching the other guy fuck me. There was some chat between them and I understand the guy fucking me say that ass feels nice. He pulls out and the 18yr old get behind me and pushes in. I forgot how big his dick was, but it soon felt great. He fucked me for a bit while the other guy watched. I could tell he picked up the pace and started pounding my hole as he pushed in and held as he unloaded in me. He pulled out and the other guy got back behind me and started pounding me. Wasn't long before he unloaded inside me. A few mins after they left a fifth guy messaged that he was here. He's 19, mix, nice dick. He's fucked me close to 30 times and I've only seen a dick pic of him. Sometimes he comes back for a second round the same night. He didn't waste any time mounting me and started to pound away. Didn't take long for him to unload and I feel him cumming inside. He picked up fucking me again without pulling out. A few mins later he dropped a second load. Five dicks, 6 loads in 2 hours.

When people ask "How old was the oldest person you've ever had sex with" I usually win the prize when I say "82." Yeah, I let an 82 year old man fuck his load into me, and I was 28 at the time. This was several years back-- back in the day before manhunt and bbrt, etc. This was when everything was done by AOL chat rooms. Well, I was chatting in a local gay chatroom, and started talking with a guy who lived a couple miles from me. He had terrible spelling and syntax, but I forgave that because he talked very dirty about things he wanted to do. He didn't have any pics to share, but said he had tons of porn on VHS and that he liked to fuck boys raw with his thick, 8.5" uncut cock. He said I wouldn't be disappointed and that I should cum over. Well, the man had me at uncut and 8.5, but this was back when safe sex was a real focus, so I wasn't so sure about the raw part. But I agreed to head over to his place, regardless. With no picture-- AND I'd forgotten to ask about his age and other physical stats. Well, needless to say I was a bit shocked when he answered the door. Standing in front of me was a thin, slightly stooped, white haired old man with liver spots, standing in boxers and a t-shirt. Instantly I wondered if I had the wrong house by accident, but I didn't. He invited me in. I thought about turning around and saying no, but I didn't. I stepped inside, thinking I could be nice for a few minutes then back out. Boy am I glad I decided to go in! The house was a time capsule-- shag carpet and panelling, knickknacks and pictures everywhere, pictures of his kids... and grand kids. And, as it turns out, his late wife. He saw me studying all the photos while I was stalling for time. "Yup, this is my family. I was married for 51 years, but the whole time I knew I liked men. I played around a bit when I was in the Navy, back in the day, but getting married and having a family was just something that you did," he explained. He also told me his computer was a gift from his eldest son, and that he had some younger friends show him how to use it and find chat rooms, etc. "Boy, it's really been a godsend. It has helped me get laid without having to drive anywhere!" I asked him then how old he was. "I'm 81, actually. Is that a problem?" He looked concerned. "Because it has been for some guys, but trust me, everything still functions like I was 18." I was in the spider's parlor; how could I say no at this point? Then he led me to the family room, where the tv was playing raunchy, hardcore bareback porn. We're talking twink boys getting fisted and gang banged. Definitely a shocker. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable," he suggested. "You want anything to drink?" I told him I was fine, and sat down on the scratchy, plaid furniture. He sat down in a chair, and pulled out his cock through the fly of his boxers. Sure enough, he'd told the truth about his cock. It was meaty, and thick, with foreskin that spilled completely over his head. I found myself getting aroused in spite of myself. He starts stroking his cock and it slowly started getting hard. "You like what you see, boy? Maybe you should come over here and suck it for me." I do love me some foreskin, so I obliged by sucking his thick meat and playing with all that luscious foreskin, chewing and nibbling it, running my tongue between it and the head of his cock. He moaned in appreciation while his gnarled fingers gripped the back of my head. In no time he was hard and oozing a bit of precum. And FUCK it was a nice cock-- it really was at least 8, with a big purple helmet. "You ready to have that ass fucked, boy? I haven't cum in two weeks and I need to empty my balls inside a hole!" He'd obviously been watching a LOT of porn, or just always had a filthy mouth from his sailor days. I told him to go easy on my ass with his big ol' cock, but I did want his load in my ass. I stripped, lubed up my ass with his KY and assumed the position on all fours in front of the porn. "Shouldn't we use a condom?" I asked. "Heck, boy... what you think I got? I was married for 51 years... and celibate for about 40 of 'em! I'm looking to fuck you like the boy on the video." The twink on the video (maybe he was 18... but he looked MUCH younger) was getting spit roasted by two, mustachioed, hairy daddy types. I had to admit it was pretty damn hot. Unfortunately, this was back in the day before I knew about poppers. Which was extra unfortunate because Gramps evidently still thought assholes were as easy to fuck as pussies. He positioned his shiny, purple head at my hole... and shoved inside. I'm pretty sure I screamed. He didn't seem to care much. "C'mon, boy-- your pussy-hole can take my cock. I'm already inside, so just relax. And don't worry-- It won't take me long to cum, either." Then he fucked me. Thank GOD he was uncut, because all that skin helped with the sliding action in and out of my butthole. I never could relax enough to where it felt good, but I sure as hell felt FULL. He had one of the biggest cocks I'd taken at that time in my life, and I was just amazed that it was inside me... and without a condom! I'd only ever allowed boyfriends fuck me uncovered before. His bony hands clawed at my hips as he pounded and thrust into my ass. He probably kept this up for a solid ten minutes, then he sped up and his thrusts got real short. "Here I cum, boy! Aaaahhh! Aaaaaahhhh! AAAAAHHHHHHH!" he yelled. I knew if the windows had been open his neighbors would have heard him blow his load in my ass. I must admit I was fairly turned on by the thought that this granddad was pumping me full of his sperm. I could feel his thick cock jerking in my guts and I knew I was getting quite a two-week supply. He collapsed, panting and wheezing onto my back, while his thick meat still shuddered deep in my butt. Eventually he pulled slowly out of my still clenched asshole. "Thanks for helping an old man out, I really needed that!" He then asked if I would cum for him. He sat in his chair and had me stand up and jack off in front of his face. When I got close, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue toward my dick... so I let him have it. My first shot hit is forehead and dripped down his nose, the rest went into his mouth and on his tongue. He swallowed it all. I ended up going back to his place several more times. The last time we fucked was to celebrate his 82nd birthday. I moved away shortly after that and never saw him again, but to this day, he's still the oldest guy to breed my hole.

I was taking this one pretty regular for a few months. Then he stopped texting. 😢

FFuck!!! Your writing is so fucking good! Feels like I'm right there - and the inTensiTy and buildup from one chapter to another is perFFecT! Glad you got to the point of FistFucking Stevie's wrecked, pozzed hole! Been righT there in Sling Room No. 2!!!

The Dragon Barely Speaks I slept soundly but I woke up before the alarm went off. I grabbed my phone and didn't see any messages so I watched the video I took the night before. It was hot reliving the fuck and soon my dick was hard as a rock. The video was a little shaky at times but I figured a few quick edits would make it look good. I got up, hitting the shower and then grabbing coffee and a bagel before starting in on work. At lunch I transferred the video to my laptop and did a few edits to trim it down from seventeen and a half minutes to just under ten. I didn't think we fucked that long, but the camera doesn't lie about those things. After putting it up on xtube, I ate lunch and went back to work. Later that evening, I saw college boy online and sent him the link to the video. He replied about a half hour later with "hot but cant get f'in marker off my back." I laughed to myself but knew that it would take a few days for it to go away even if he scrubbed every shower. The bug that was inside him would hopefully mark him forever The next day I logged in to xtube to see if there were any comments about my video and was greeted with 23 comments and 17 personal messages. Most of the comments were about the "lucky bottom", a few were like "Wish that was me" and a few "Hope it takes." The private messages were mostly from bottoms wanting some poz loads and I knew we would never meet since they were scattered around the globe. One was from a top that wanted to add his own strain into college boys's ass. "No fuckin' way. He's mine" I thought to myself which kind of surprised me. He might be the first guy I kept fucking until I knew he was toxic. I was looking forward to the day I could feel his fevered body, see the rash on him or even see the positive test result. Closing the laptop, I went to my desk and started working. My mind kept wandering though as I replayed the stairwell fuck in my mind again and again. A while later, I was on the phone with one of my co-workers and my phone ding'd. I looked and it was a message from dragonboy - "you need sex?" It rattled me a bit but I recovered and finished my call. The message wasn't like his usual wordy ones and at first I thought his account might have gotten hacked. "Maybe later, working now" I replied and before I had walked back to my desk he had answered. "Need soon" was his cryptic response. "Soon? is that within the hour? Sometime today? This week?" I wondered. "When?" I sent back thinking I might be able to take a little break from work and plant a quick load. A minute later he replied saying "until 6." I assumed he was trying to do it just like last time but make sure we were done before his cousin got home from working at the hospital. Or maybe he wanted my load to be the first this time and some other guy was showing up later. The clock on the computer said 2:12PM. My cock twitched and I thought about it a second and looked at my calendar. "Phone call at 3:30" and "video conference at 4" were all the tasks left for the day. It was tight, but I could probably get a pump-n-dump in before my 3:30 call or maybe I should be a responsible adult and wait until after the conference call. My cock throbbed again and I sent back "15 minutes?" and the terse replies continued with "yes." Finishing up a few work emails, I got up, put on my mask and headed down to dragonboy's condo. Part way there, I realized I was about to break my "no more than 3 times" rule for the first time in my life. I had stuck to it for well over 12 years and now, just because of a pandemic, I'd break my vow. I had already contemplated it for college boy, but that was different because there was a finite goal to our fucks - to poz him. This was different, it was just a fuck. I stood there a moment in front of his door wondering if I should do him or just head back home. My cock twitched again and made the decision for me so I tapped lightly on the door. The door opened slowly a few seconds later and I couldn't see anyone inside. I started in and once past the doorway, I could see dragonboy"s cousin standing behind the door. He was standing there in just some sweat pants almost frozen and he was nervously shaking. We stood like this for several seconds, staring at each other. His phone was in one hand and he finally pushed the door closed with the other. He spoke something into the phone and then showed me the translation. "I hope you are not mad that it is not my cousin" it said. I took the phone and swapped the translation direction and told him "I am not mad. I am surprised. How did you contact me?" He read my message and pointed to the tablet that was on the table by the sofa and I nodded back to him. "I liked last Friday and you are so beautiful" he replied via the translation app. I might be cocky and know that I'm good looking but it's always is good to hear someone say it to you. He was pretty sexy too and I already knew he had a very fuckable ass. I didn't want to keep chatting since I had to get back to work soon. I took his phone and typed out "thank you. I only have a short time. Sex now?" I knew it was awkward wording, but I had no idea how good the translation would be and thought that simple sentences would probably work better. He blushed and looked down a moment before he started walking to the bedroom. When he got to the bed, he pushed his sweat pants off and kicked them aside. He picked up a condom from the table and handed it back to me. I shook my head "no" and said "Bare only." He looked confused and I took his phone and translated it for him. Now he looked concerned, but set the condom down and handed me a little bottle of lube. Dragonboy's cousin bent over, placing his hands on the bed and spread his legs. I thought back to the comments dragonboy made when we fucked the last time and I started doubting that he knew of all of his cousin's sexual exploits. "I sold his virginity last summer and he's only had a couple cocks since" were his words then. Seeing his cousin's actions now, he was either a quick learner or a well fucked bottom. Not fucked enough to be loose, but experienced enough to know how to please a top. Dripping some lube above his hole, I worked it in with first one and then two fingers. The more I twisted and probed my digits into his hairless pussy the more I knew he needed to get fucked. He even winked his hole around my fingers a few times. I added a little more lube and jabbed my fingers in all the way. The sound from him was definitely more moan than groan and I decided he was ready. I slicked up my cock with a few strokes of my lubed palm and then spread his ass cheeks as wide as I could. His opening looked so sexy and it was going to look even hotter in a few moments as my thick, dark, poz shaft was sliding in. My finger rubbed around the ring one more time as I lined up my cock and pushed in. My prep work had done it's job and I easily slid in a few inches. Rocking my hips, I plowed in deeper. This wasn't going to be as quick as last time, I was going to enjoy fucking him longer this time. I pulled back and added some more lube before drilling him harder. His warm slick hole felt good wrapped around my bare dick. It was getting slicker by the second, too, as my cock started leaking pre. He started rocking his own hips back and forth, fucking himself on my cock while I fucked him. My hands moved up from his hips along the sides of his smooth body and I pulled him upright until his back was against my chest. My arms wrapped around his body and I held him tight while my cock pistoned into his hole. After a few minutes, I loosened my grip and my fingers began playing with his hard little nips. I pinched them and was rewarded with his ass squeezing my cock. I did this a few times and then held him tight again. His small size made him easy to toss around and pick up. Before long I was holding him in mid-air while I pummeled his with my very hard rod. A couple minutes later, I leaned forward and set him down in the center of the bed. Pushing his shoulders down, he was now in that classic head down, ass up position most of us tops love. I crouched behind him and began drilling his hole once again. I heard him moan out "yes yes" and I smiled knowing he was enjoying it as much as I was. I drove in hard and ground my hips on his ass and then pounded him again. I did that twice more and then on the third time he clamped his ass down on my cock. It took me by surprise and immediately my cock started to pulse. The fucker had made me dump my load. Shots of viral cum filled his gut with each throb of my cock. I growled out and was pissed that I had shot earlier than planned. I rolled him over, my cock staying in his wet hole and we stood there staring at each other for a few seconds. I began rolling my hips again. His hole felt velvety with all of my first load inside and I quickly built up the pace to pound him again. Once I got my rhythm back, I pushed his legs back and drilled harder. The sloppy sounds coming from my dick driving into his cum filled hole really spurred me on. The cousin started shaking his head from side to side saying "No" over and over. There was no way I was going to stop. I was close to firing off another round of toxic seed and I wasn't going to waste it. It was only ten minutes after my earlier orgasm, but I was ready to plant more cum inside him. A few more ragged thrusts and I stuffed my cock in deep and felt a half dozen ropes of cum shoot out. His small but rigid cock was pumping his pearly white load all over his chest and mask. One stream even went over his head on to the bed. Our bodies were covered in sweat and his smooth light brown body now had puddles of cum on his chest and stomach. I withdrew my softening cock and reached over to pick up his phone. Flipping over to the camera app, I took a few pictures of him covered in spunk and his battered, cum filled hole. Tossing the phone back on the bed, I crawled off on to the floor and picked up my clothes. Putting them back on, I looked back at him and said "Thanks" before heading toward the front door. He ran past me and fell against the door, blocking my way. He said something into the translation app on the phone and then showed it to me. "I beg you do not tell my cousin" it said. I nodded "yes" to him and winked as he stepped aside and I walked out the door. I hurried down the stairs and walked into my place with only a couple minutes before my 3:30 phone call. I rushed through the call to give me enough time to clean up before the video conference. There wasn't time for a shower, so I just washed my face, pulled on a company polo shirt and some khakis and connected to the video conference. Someone even made a comment that I must be surviving the quarantine ok since I looked happy. If only they knew why.

An very healthy addiction ~ Essential for the soul. Organic food and RAW sex, both given to us by Mother Nature. Let us embrace and enjoy without interference.

I had my very first incest experience recently. I've been wanting to hook up with my cousin for a while. I've been seeing his grindr profile for months and I came really close to making my move over the holidays but backed out because I was so nervous and scared. We finally did something about a week ago and it was better than I thought. We started by making out then I blew him in his garage. He came over the next day and fucked me and it felt like all of my dreams were coming true. I'm hoping we can get together again soon. He's staying inside because my uncle had the flu and they want to make sure it isn't coronavirus so I'm not getting anymore of his dick for at least another 10 days.

I was 10. It tasted sweet. I didn’t font put until I was 18 that most of the time it is not sweet. I am glad my first experiences with it were great otherwise I may not have gone back. I have never tasted my own.

I turned him against the wall and kneeled behind him. With my face buried between his hairy ass cheeks, I tongue fucked his hole trying to push a bunch of spit inside. He was moaning and I felt his hole quiver around my tongue. I pulled out and stood back up, pressing my rock hard cock to his hole. I felt his hole open up and the ring and cock head popped in side. I stopped and closed my eyes. I heard Louis quietly beg “Please fuck me” but I had other plans. A waterfall in a park I used to hike in as a kid was pictured in my mind as willed my bladder to open up. It was only a minute and the stream started to pump my warm piss inside Louis’ ass. “Oh FUCK!” Louis yelled out as his brain started to figure out what I was doing. I held him tight and pushed my cock in deeper. I rocked my hips a few times and then pulled my cock out of his hole and showered the outside of his ass with more piss. I pushed back in as the stream started to fade, rocking my hips once in side. After a minute, I felt his hole spasm around my cock as he let out a loud moan. I pushed in deeper and the spasms were milking my cock. I felt the first big rope of cum shoot out of my cock, mixing with the piss still inside. My hips pulled back and I thrust in all the way as the next few ropes shot out. I reached around and twisted both his nipples and felt his hole squeeze around my cock. Two more spurts pumped more seed inside him and then I leaned against his back, breathing heavily. We stood there like that for a few minutes and then I pulled my cock out. A mixture of cum and piss ran down his legs and then I turned him back around. Once again, his eyes were dazed and I thought I had gone too far. He didn’t move, he just stared back at me. Finally he said “Wow.” When he didn’t say anything more, I asked “You ok?” He stared back at me for a few moments and then said “I… I never thought of piss as being erotic. But damn, that was crazy. When I felt you start to piss inside me I first thought it was cum. I realized though that it couldn’t be and it made my dick so hard to know you were pissing inside me. And then when you fucked your dick in me while still pissing, I lost it and shot my load without touching my cock. I didn’t know I could do that” Louis said with his voice trailing off at the end. “You’ve never been so turned on you shot a load without stroking or fucking?” I asked. “Uh, no” he replied. “Well, now you know you can. Hopefully it won’t be the last time” I said as I turned the shower on. While I sometimes go to bed with dried cum and piss on my body, I didn’t want to push him any more that day. We cleaned up and dried off. I grabbed a couple beers from the fridge and we sat on the couch talking. He told me about the things he liked to do for fun, about his gay cousin, some of his girlfriends and why they broke up. We ended up in bed, but both of us were too tired to do much other than make out and grope. I woke up the next morning to the sound of running water in the bathroom. I laid there and it stopped and then Louis came back to bed. I looked up and Louis had a big grin on his face. He crawled into bed and straddled me, looking down at me. “So, how does that discussion go when you have two… what did you call them… versatile??? guys get together?” he asked. I chuckled “Well… Some times its verbal and other times it’s just by who is the aggressor. You act dominant, you’re the top. You act submissive, you’re the bottom… And sometimes it’s like arm wrestling - whoever overpowers the other is top. It can be fun when you keep flip flopping from top to bottom, too” I said with a smirk. “Hmm, that kind of sounds like fun. I did some wrestling in middle and high school. I wasn’t very good though” Louis said. “Middleweight division champion, my freshman year” I replied grinning back at him. “Fuck. I’m dead meat” he said, laughing. I quickly flipped him over on his side and then on his back, pinning him to the bed with my body. “I remember a few moves, still” I replied as I used my legs to spread his legs wider. I reached back and pushed his legs back as my cock nestled next to his. “So… you’ve now experienced being both top and bottom. Do you like one more?” I asked. “Well.. obviously I have a lot more experience fucking since I’ve done girls since I was a teenager. I’ve only gotten fucked since…uh… yesterday” he said laughing. “Yeah, but do you like it? They are different experiences but there’s nothing that says you can’t enjoy both. I know I do” I said. “Yeah it is very different. Plus I’m not used to having sex without condoms. When I fucked you in the garage I almost shot in the first thirty seconds. My dick isn’t used to the feeling of raw flesh against it when I fuck and you were much tighter than any pussy I’ve fucked, even the two virgins. When I did shoot, it was so fuckin amazing filling you with my cum and not having to worry about you getting pregnant” said Louis. “So you prefer being the top” I asked. “I’m not sure. There were times it hurt when you were fucking me but then I got used to it or my body stretched out enough that the pain suddenly became this huge rush of pleasure. When you came inside me yesterday morning, I was hoping you would go on forever. I know, though, that can’t happen. I could tell that you were cumming and I had the satisfaction that I was able to make you orgasm with my ass. You were right though, it does feel good knowing that you have another guy’s cum inside you. My dick was hard the whole way over to the garage yesterday” Louis said. “Cool” I said as I grabbed his legs and flipped to my side and on my back, swapping positions. “You want it, don’t you?” I asked. he went to reach for the lube and I said “Try eating my ass, first. I kinda like spit for lube.” He set the bottle back down and moved back, trying to figure out how. I grabbed my ankles and leaned back, raising my ass in the air. Louis pushed me the rest of the way back on my shoulders and leaned in. He gave one long lick up to my balls and it felt great feeling his beard brush across my ass cheeks. His technique was very different than mine or most of the guys that had rimmed me. I guessed it was from all those years of eating pussy. He wasn’t very aggressive and while he did get his tongue inside my hole I wouldn’t say I got tongue fucked. What he did, though, worked. My hole was slick with a lot of spit and was silently begging to feel his cock in me again.

Very Hot... Nice flow... better than videos....

3. The Cake Night had fallen again and Austin and I lay in my bed spooning, his cock having just softened enough to slip from my gaping hole a small dribble of cum following it out. “You sure you’re alright,” Austin said, he had asked me this after each of the three more load he had dumped in my hole. “Yeah, I’m sure.” I was more then sure, I had slipped into a cum lust. It was a sensation, a need, a craving that I had never before experienced. With each load I took my lust grew, and I started to gently grind my ass again Austin’s crotch and he held me. “Jesus,” he said, laughing a little, “You can still be horny.” “Well,” I replied sheepishly. Taking one of his hands and leading it down to my still rock hard cock. I had cum several times as he fucked me but that wasn’t enough, it no longer was about me shooting loads but rather me taking them. “Nine loads of POZ cum and you still want more, you’re more of a cumslut then I am.” He laughed. I turned my head awkwardly to kiss him, and I felt his cock beginning to harden again, pressing against my ass cheeks. “I’ve got an idea,” Austin said, breaking out kiss and rolling out of the bed, “stay there, and don’t let any more of that cum drip out of your hole.” He padded out of the room completely naked his half hard cock swinging in a wide arch as he walked. I rolled over onto my stomach and waited. I head Austin wandering around the rest of the apartment, and then a few minutes later he came back into my room, his cell phone in hand. He got back in bed, put his phone on the nightstand and looked at me with a crooked smile. “How about you start sucking my cock again, slut,” he said playfully, “get in nice and hard before I stuff it back in your sloppy cunt.” Austin lay flat stretched out on the bed, and I shifted down so I was on all fours between his legs my face level with his steadily swelling cock. I took the growing meat in my mouth and started to suck, swallowing its full length while that was still manageable. I could feel my jaw stretching as his cock grew in my mouth forcing my lips wider and wider. As I bobbed my head up and down slathering his cock with spit, I heard his phone go off. As I continued to choke myself on his cock he checked the text and sent a quick reply. Another minute or two passed and my jaw was becoming sore stretched around his massive dick, when his phone went off again. Austin again checked his phone, and sent a reply, this time after he put his phone back down he looked at me and said with a wry smile, “Ride my cock.” I quickly jumped into position my legs on either side of his hips, his cock brushing against my ass. I shifted and took hold of his dick in my hand, guiding him to my cum-lubed hole, and sat down on his now fully erect cock. I sank slowly down on the shaft my hole tender from the obscene amount of cock it had taken in the past sixteen hours. When I had fully impaled myself on his cock I began to rock slowly back and forth lubing up his cock with the many POZ loads that still filled my ass. Austin pulled me to him, pressing my chest hard against his, kissing me roughly on the mouth. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me in place as he kissed me. I heard something behind me, out in the rest of the apartment but Austin held me fast. I could sense that there was someone else in the room, but still Austin kept a tight grip on me, slowly bucking his cock in my loose and sloppy hole as he tongue fucked my mouth. Then the weight on the bed changed and I knew that there was someone else in the bed with us. The mysterious stranger moved between Austin’s legs and I felt big rough hands on my ass cheeks. My heart was pounding. I considered running, pulling away from Austin, but despite my fears I didn’t want too. Austin understood my cumlust and had said that he had an idea of how to slake it so I would trust him. Just as I had come to that decision I felt the unmistakable pressure of a cock head rubbing up and down my ass crack. This new cock quickly found my already filled hole, and despite Austin’s thick cock already being lodged inside of me, began to press against my straining sphincter. For a long moment it seemed as though the mysterious stranger’s cock would never be able to breach my hole no matter how hard he pressed until all of a sudden my hole gave way. It was like I was being torn in two. My hole, which until the night before had been a tight sphincter, bust open and became a wide sloppy cunt. I pulled my mouth away from Austin and pressed myself up till my arms were locked straight, arching my back, pressing my ass into the two cocks that now filled my hole. I looked over my shoulder now and saw Rick, a wicked smile playing across his strong handsome face. “Austin told me you couldn’t get enough POZ cock after I bred your cunt last night,” he said, “He and I are gonna wreck you good, and then if that’s not enough we’ll take you to the bathhouse, strap you to a sling and let every cock in the place dump a load in you.” My cock twitched, and my hole pulsed around their fat cock. “You like the sound of that, don’t you?” “Yes,” I replied. Rocking my hips a little to fuck myself on their cocks. “You really are a cumslut,” Austin said. “Alright Austin,” Rick said, putting a hand on my back and pressing me forward so I lay flat on top of Austin’s smooth chest again, “let’s wreck this bitch.” Rick pulled out till just his cock head was inside of me, and then slammed back inside. Pushed forward like I was Austin could buck his hips up and down jack hammering my hole. It took them a few moments to find a rhythm but soon they were pounding me in unison, their two cock moving as one inside of my gaping hole. I screamed and moaned, their cocks battering my prostate and they fucked me. Sweat pored off of all three of us and the stench of sex became the only thing I could smell. We must have fucked like that for almost half an hour before Rick said, “You ready Austin?” “Yeah, let's breed his hole.” Together they slammed into me a few more times, Austin stopping a few strokes before Rick slamming balls deep inside of me. Both of their cocks were thrust past my second sphincter as they shot their massive POZ loads deep inside of me. They each fucked my now destroyed hole one more time that night before dressing me in a dirty old jock of Austin’s; a leather harness; and stuffing a butt plug, so large that the day before I would have questioned why any one would every need something that big, in my hole, and whisking me off to the bathhouse. Rick hoisted me into a sling while Austin attached my arms and legs to the restraints. The plug was then removed and my gaping cum filled hole exposed to the small collection of men who had already gathered around me. By the time I got home the next morning my once tight, condom only hole had been transformed into a cum dripping rosebud. I looked at my hole in the mirror in my bedroom before passing out, reveling the way my swollen ass lips puckered. I ran my finger along the rim of my hole remembering the way my hole had looked in the mirror over the sling as I took my first fist that night. I would never be the same prude again. I called into work; slept most of the day and then that night went back to the bathhouse. I never even bothered getting a room; I just got a locker and went straight to the sling. As I looked at myself in the mirror above me I knew that this would be a regular haunt of mine from then on.

This happened to me this morning. This morning I went to the mall to do some shopping, and on the way through I stopped past a toilet beat. I walked in and all the cubicles were empty, so i went in the one closest to the door. A few minutes later two guys came in, one after the other, and entered the cubicles. I did my regular cruising thing and leaned over to check out if they were cruising. The closest one to me was wearing nice black pants and leather shoes, and the other one was wearing red sneakers. Both of them were leaning down to cruise. Score. I hopped onto the floor and slid my knees under the partition, cock hard and legs either side of me. The guy in the middle stall grabbed my cock right away and started doing the suck-jerk combo. His other hand instantly slid toward my hole, and he started gently playing with it. I knew exactly what he wanted. I pulled my cock out of his mouth, got on my back with my legs in the air, and slid my arse under the partition by pushing on the wall. Without hesitation I heard him spit on his fingers and he wiped my hole a few times to get it lubed up. He pulled me further towards him, which meant my cock was also now in his stall. He put his legs either side of mine and just pushed his 8" cock balls deep on the first thrust. Just how i like it. He unbuttoned his blue collared shirt a bit so it didn't get in the way of his cock. His hands grabbed the bottom of the partition and he pulled on them for leverage. On a quick glance i noticed a wedding ring. Probably just a horny closeted married guy, just my type. I looked past his stall to see the other guy on his hands and knees watching me get bred. The married guy grabbed my cock and started jerking it as he fucked me bare, and soon after i heart him try to muffle moans. He was breeding me. He stayed inside me for a few more seconds as i squeezed my sphincter around his cock. But i knew what he was feeling: He had blown, he was done, he didn't need my hole anymore. Married guy quickly stoop up, wiped off, and left the stall while i remained there in my somewhat exposed position. My eyes met the eyes of the guy in the third stall. "Your turn" I told him. He stood up and darted into the adjacent stall, closed the door, and quickly knelt down and fingered my cummy hole. He then stuck his cock in and started fucking me like he was already late from his lunch break. About a minute later he whispered "I'm gonna cum". I stayed silent and took this second anon load. When he slid out of me i got back on the toilet, wiped the excess cum off my arse, and headed to get my groceries. Just as i was about to head towards the registers I was walking down past where all the milk was kept. Walking toward me from the other end of the aisle were a man, his wife, and their two kids. The man was wearing a blue collared shirt, nice black pants, and leather shoes. I kept a straight face as I walked past them, him not recognizing me, and wondered if his wife knew he liked to bareback and breed anonymous guys.