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In June I was looking on Sniffies for a hot bottom to breed. I saw pics of a tall slender guy in his early 20s who was hosting. His post said “bareback only” which got me going. I asked if he wanted some raw daddy cock and he said “yup”. I asked for his address and got it. I was reassured that the address he gave matched his location on the Sniffies map. It was a medium sized condo building on Music Row in Nashville. When I arrived, I told him I was there and asked for his apt #. He said his roommate was home and asked if I could breed him in the stairwell. I hadn’t done anything like that and was somewhat reluctant. But I was already there and the lust was taking over. I said ok. He told me to take the elevator to the second floor, walk to the end of the hall, and enter the stairwell. I did and he joined me a couple of minutes later. He wasn’t concerned that I was almost old enough to be be his grandfather. He led me away from the door to end of the stair landing and slid down his sweatpants enough to expose his ass. Luckily I was wearing loose fitting gym shorts and could maneuver my quickly hardening cock out of my shorts without dropping them to the floor. I slid in him quickly and started thrusting in and out. After just two or three minutes I heard the door to the stairwell slam open on the floor above. I pulled out, slid my hard cock back into my shorts and covered it with my hands while he pulled his sweatpants up. We stood near each other as if we were talking while a young woman quickly descended the stairs. She didn’t catch us in the act, but may have been suspicious. She went past us and then could be heard continuing down the stairs to the ground floor. As soon as we heard the door close, we resumed our fucking. I was determined to finish what we had started. After a few vigorous thrusts, I whispered “You want my poz seed?” He said “Fuck yeah!” One more thrust and I was shooting a week’s load in his young ass. As I was shooting my cum deep in his ass, we heard a different stairwell door slam open. He had most of my poz load in him, but as I withdrew to prepare for another intruder, some of my cum hit the stairs. This time it was a young man who whizzed past us. After he was out of sight my young man said “That was hot.” Yes, it was! Later I was thinking how strange that the stairwell was that busy. Then I remembered a sign outside the elevator that said occupancy limited to one due to Covid precautions.7 points
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Shawn Mendes was a world-renowned singer and jock heart throb. He got requests from men and women to sleep with them everyday, but he typically turned them down. It was not smart for celebs to go around getting sexed up with everyone who offered. One thing that everyone threw into question was Shawn's sexuality, everyone thought he was gay. This rumor was dispelled by Shawn and his managers on multiple occasions, but Shawn knew that at night, once everyone had gone fo bed, he would pull out his phone and jerk to gay porn. He always thought that one day he would finally fuck a guy, but everyone his age was such a douche and all the old men were creepy and gross. That all changed one night after a concert. Shawn was approached by an older man, atleast 60, after one of his concerts. He had bought a VIP ticket, which was a bit strange but Shawn had seen a lot of strange things on tour. "Hey, that was a great concert," the man said. "I'm John.' "Hey thanks, John!" Shawn said. "I'd really like to get to speak with you more about your music. I work for a major record label and am out scouting some of the world's best talent. That was strange, Shawn thought. He's already famous. "Hey thanks man! I think I'm stuck in my contract right now but maybe a few years in the future," Shawn replied. "Ah I understand. You're a very handsome boy, hope to see you again sometime," John said as he shook Shawn's hand. Shawn was unexpectedly pulled in for a quick peck on the cheek. "See you...later," Shawn said kind of embarassed. Glad that's over, he thought. After Shawn's show a week later, he was approached by John later. Fuck not this creeper again, Shawn thought. "Hey," John said. "Hey John," Shawn said. "You know that mention of your contract, that wasn't a request. I talked to your manager this evening. I'll be taking over your tour starting tonight." Shawn went slack jawed while he shook John's hand and all of a sudden was pulled in again, but this time on the lips. "I'm sure you'll find that I will make you a very special boy," John said while giving Shawn a very sheepish smile and walking off. That was weird, Shawn thought. The next morning Shawn had to begin answering to John, his new manager. His schedule changed a lot. There were many more early mornings and random tasks being assigned. Why on earth was Shawn doing John's laundry?! He thought. John entered the room, "Hey Shawn, I've been thinking." "Yes?" "Well, I need you to refer to me as sir, but that's besides the point. I want you to have a choice in who is your manager since you seemed somewhat taken aback by it when I gave you the news." "What do you mean?" Shawn asked. "I mean I will present what your contract implies and you will decide at the end of the week whether or not our partnership is good." "I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?" Shawn asked. "Well, no," John said. "But I do value input." At that point, John put his hands in his pockets just wide enough to stretch his lapel and open shirt revealing a small tattoo on his chest that Shawn couldn't make out to see what it was. "Now, I can tell you are quite uncomfortable. Is that because I kissed you?" John asked as he zeroed in on Shawn, getting closer. Shawn was speechless. "I'm guessing that is a yes," John said. "You see, part of the contract that your old manager signed you off to me in included being my lover, taking care of me, and becoming part of my family. I know it may be shock, but experiments in the music industry have really been working out in the long run for a lot of young singers." Shawn was speechless. "You don't have to say anything," John said as he took Shawns hand, cupped his chin (John stood a good 2" over Shawn), and began kissing him. "Your assistants have already begun moving your stuff into my house and my trailer. Should be ready to move in tomorrow night." Shawn was still speechless, he has gone a bit slack jawed. "If you don't have any questions about your contract, you may leave. You have some packing to do and the Music Awards tonight," John said. With that Shawn turned and left. Fuck, why was he not able to say anything? And with as fast as he wanted to get out of there, why was he walking so slow? He'll just sleep this off, he thought as he went to take a nap. But instead of napping, Shawn found himself looking at porn on his phone, not just any porn, daddy porn. And as soon as he came all over his abs, he heard himself moan: "John." Shawn awoke from a nightmare just in time to get ready. He had been leaving the Music Awards and couldn't find his way home. Instead he found himself staring at a bunch of old men, all staring at him wearing a very tight plaid suit as if he would walk through the space they parted for him. He shook his head thinking, this knew manager is just a bit weird. Changes like this happen to young stars all the time in Hollywood. He'll have a new manager soon enough, right? Shawn got up and got ready for the Music Awards tonight. He was surprisingly excited to spend some time with the rest of the team all dressed up. Shawn's stylist had picked a new suit for him to wear on the red carpet. When she took it out of the bag he saw that it was plaid....wait, fuck, plaid just like in my dream, he thought. He shook his head, it's nothing, I probably remember seeing her show me pics of it at one point. At the show, something was off. Shawn was not saying much, was very passive on the red carpet, and found himself being nervous for tonight. He didn't crack many smiles for the camera unless the cameramen told him too. John had also prepared a couple things for him to say about his music if anyone asked. He was doing very well, very... obedient. After the red carpet was over, Shawn's manager pulled him aside and told him that there was a plan for after. He had a special after party to be at that Shawn would join him for, the limo driver will take him right there, and "Don't worry, the will be a camera man following you around with a small teleprompter. We're working on getting a new tour video up so just follow along." Shawn was speechless after John walked off. After the awards show, Shawn went down to the street and got into the limo. Fuck, he thought, why am I do nervous over an after party? he thought. The limo soon stopped, Shawn got out of the car, buttoned the jacket of his tight suit, and heard the driver say John told him to tell Shawn to go upstairs. Shawn expected a mass of fans outside snapping pictures. This wasn't the case. He was standing in front of a large building that looked otherwise abandoned. Not wanting to be the superstar known for breaking a contract, he timidly went upstairs. It was dark and the floorboards creeked. What the fuck is this, Shawn thought. Then he could hear something the higher he went. Lots of men talking. Ok that sounds like a party, Shawn thought and walked slightly faster. Then at the top of the stairs Shawn saw it and his heart sank. Shawn was speechless and went slackjaw as he found himself looking at the same crowd of men he saw in his dream. All the voices stopped and faces turned towards him, parting the sea and revealing a sling (he had only seen in porn) and John standing in the middle. He sported his slightly overweight and wrinkly naked body and Shawn finally saw the tattoo on his chest. He recognized as a biohazard tattoo. The cameraman appeared in front of him as the lights turned off behind him and dimmed in the room. He slowly began to walk forward, step by step, closer to his fate. All you could hear was the deep click of Shawn's boots on the floor and the slight rattle off chains. When Shawn got to the front he slowly turned around. His heart was racing, face flush, and stomach full of butterflies. He noticed words come up on the teleprompter and began to read them off. "My name in Shawn Mendes, I'm an internationally renowned singer/songwriter, 22 years old, and recently was sold to my new manager, John. Tonight I will officially bind to my contract. I will be fucked by over 50 men over the age of 50, all...HIV positive..." Shawn swallowed and couldn't believe what he was reading. "All of these men are in different stages, several of whom have...late stage AIDS..." Fuck, why couldn't he move. "The video will be released and my new career as a...porn star will begin." FUCK! This is what sleazy John was up to. Shawn was speechless once more and went slackjaw as more lights turned off. He slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket and gave his hands up to two men he could no longer see and felt what he thought were small boxing gloves being put on them. Then he felt a gas mask get lowered onto his head and he could no longer see. He was gently picked up and lowered into the sling, a whole was cut in his trousers, the men smirked when they found he wasn't wearing underwear, his feet and hands strapped to the chains, and a long tube attached to the gas mask. One man began to feed Shawn a steady stream of poppers through the mask as he felt himself lose control of his body. John stepped up, shoved his massive cock in and came inside him after just a few minutes. Other men all began to step up, Shawn was unable to hear all the words they were yelling, see the men who was fucking, and very soon he couldn't even feel the cocks inside him. All he could do was breathe in more more poppers. Shawn went from being an anal virgin to taking lots of toxic cocks. "Yeah charge this slut up!" "Give him AIDS!" "Oh yeah, let's get him a couple strains and superconvert him!" Man after man ravaged Shawn's hole for the next six hours. Just before Shawn passed out, he felt himself get free of the sling and the gas mask removed. He stumbled when he stood up but regained his balance quickly. He buttoned his tight suit jacket while the men all cheered for him. He couldn't believe this was happening, but it was. And he strangely found it...arousing. "Come with me," John said. Shawn followed to a well lit room across the hall where he was shown to a chair. A tattoo artist was placed on a stool. "Unbutton your jacket and open up that shirt a bit more." Shawn did as he was told and before he realised it, he now had a biohazard tattoo right in the middle of his chest. Fuck, my career is over, he thought. He buttoned his shirt back up, stood up and... Wait ... Was there something inside him? Fuck! They stuffed him with a buttplug to keep all the cum inside me. Shawn's heart sank, but he felt relatively excited. What is wrong with me, he thought. "Turn around," John instructed. Shawn buttoned his tight jacket and did as he was told. He looked at himself in the mirror and could see the new tattoo through the open shirt he was wearing. "All your fans will soon know the truth," John said. With that, he cuffed Shawn's hands behind his back, escorted him out into the daylight wear lots of fans and media were watching, and he was forced into the limo. The media will have tons of questions later. The next week, Shawn's concerts were pretty much empty. It didn't matter though, he got a bad case of the flu and had to cancel the rest of his tour. Then his new career began. The end.5 points
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Chapter 3. Over breakfast, I asked my boy if he was serious about taking two real raw cocks at once, lubed up with a bunch of fresh cum. He eagerly agreed that that would be a fun idea. The rest of the week, I’d use some cum from the fridge and double fuck him with my dick and that cummy dildo. He loved it, exclaiming how excited he was to try to the real thing. I prodded him to admit that he’d prefer to be filled fresh cum rather than feeling it cool from the fridge. Each time we finished fucking, we’d scoop as much cum as we could into the jar. Once, after filling him up and stretching him out, I had him squat over the jar and leak out fresh seed, warmed by his hole, into it. Watching his asshole drool cum made me so wet. My boy didn’t know that I’d started an account on S**** and was sharing pics of me stretching out and railing his cummy hole. I chatted with one guy, Sam, a few blocks away from my office. Sam’s stats only included ‘Needs Discussion,’ but we never got around to discussing it. That gave me a naughty sense of hope. We met at a coffee shop and exchanged pleasantries. He thought it was crazy that I was willing to meet up with and ask to suck a stranger’s cock just to get it into my boy. Within minutes, I was on my knees, blowing this stranger’s big cock in the men’s room, not knowing his status. I slobbered all over Sam’s dick, pulling off to beg for his load, promising him that I was going to get his cum in my boy’s hole, and get it ready for his big raw cock. The guy was totally into it. When Sam was about to cum, I took his load in my mouth, my cheeks bulging, and then spat it into the jar. That night, I lubed up my raw cock and my boy’s dildo with this stranger’s load and fucked it into my boy’s greedy hole. I repeated this with my new friend every lunchtime so that by Friday, when Sam was due to come over to our place, my boy had already unknowingly taken his load several times. I left the garage unlocked and texted Sam to head on in. I told my boy he had a big surprise in store and handed him a blindfold. He grinned and put it on. I led him to the garage and had him lean blindfolded against the washer, with his perky ass pushed out, ready to be used. Sam stepped out of the shadows and nodded at me, his big cock already out, semi-hard, and shiny with precum. My boy tensed when he realized someone else was there. All of the sudden it was real for him. This wasn’t a fantasy; a stranger I procured for him was about to raw fuck and breed him, and hopefully double-stuff him along with me. I had held off on asking Sam about his status, knowing it would turn my boy on to simply not know. I lubed up my boy’s hole with some cum from the jar. I told him how I’d been spending my afternoons, blowing Sam and saving his load. My boy groaned and wriggled his butt. Sam cleared his throat and put his big hands on my boy’s cheeks spreading them wide. I slipped my cummy fingers into his hole and told him that Sam’s seed was already swimming inside him. He just groaned and pushed back on my fingers. He loved knowing that he already took a load from a stranger. Seeing Sam’s raw cock slapping my boy’s hips made me realize how much thicker and longer he was than me. I lubed up my cock with cloudy cum and pushed right into his hole, sliding in balls deep. My boy clenched down, and I knew I’d need to pull out or I’d cum too soon. My boy begged Sam to fill him up, and Sam nodded at me as he took my place. He ran his big cock up and down my boy’s slippery crack and I drizzled more cum right where the head of his dick was pushing into my boy’s ass lips. Sam took his time, pushing a few inches inside, letting my boy get accustomed to his size and then pushing in more. Once balls deep, Sam leaned forward, his weight on my boy’s body, and growled into his ear, ‘You like that big raw cock in you, boy?’ ‘YES,’ he groaned. ‘You like having my cum inside you before we even met?’ ‘YES!’ ‘Not even knowing if you’ve been taking dirty cum?’ ‘YES!!’ ‘Taking a stranger’s cum? His POZ cum?’ ‘YES!!!’ Now what had been a fantasy was suddenly real for both of us. Knowing that I’d willingly fingered and fucked this guy’s seed into my boy’s unprotected hole made me cum immediately. Sam pulled his hips back so just the head was still inside my boy. I came on his cock and he railed it into my boy’s ass adding his own load, now known to be toxic. My boy’s legs were about to give out. I laid down on the garage floor and my boy sat on my dick, laying back onto me like a mattress. Sam got on his knees between our spread legs and slid his rock-hard cock into my boy’s sloppy pussy alongside my own. I couldn’t really thrust, so I just laid there, feeling the friction of my boy’s stretched-out hole and Sam’s raw POZ cock. We repeated our dirty talk and both Sam and I lost another load inside my boy. When we were finished with him, we carried my boy to the bed and admired our work. My boy’s hole was more wrecked than I’d ever seen it and it was sloshing with a frothy blend of POZ cum. Sam got a big gloop of it on his fingers and ordered me to get on my hands and knees next to my boy. He lapped at my hole and then smeared some of the cum into my ass. I saw Sam out and then went back to bed. My boy was curled up, with his whole hand up his own asshole. We’d stretched him out so much, and gotten him so wet, that his hand slipped easily inside to the wrist. He passed out, exhausted, with his ass leaking toxic seed out around his forearm, the blindfold still covering his eyes. I got my fingers wet with the goo frothing on my boy’s wrist and moved my hand to my own ass. I played with my own cummy hole as we drifted off to sleep, working Sam’s toxic cum into my own top pussy. To be continued...5 points
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This is a true event that happened in 2016 with a very good friend of mine. He was in his mid 50's, very inexperienced sexually, and was in a long distance, non-sexual relationship. He is also a big drinker, to the point he has 2-3 bottles of wine a day and smokes like a chimney. He knew I was a cottaging and sauna slut and wanted to know all about my antics as this really turned him on, especially the drunker he got. He used to see my Douche head on the side of the shower when he used my bathroom and I had shown him pics of me using it in myself. I used to say I would use it on him someday and he would tell me to fuck off he wasn't having that up him. This planted a seed in my brain I wondered if I could get him to do it and I could watch. One Saturday when I knew he was free all day I invited him over to my flat late morning, and had a large glass of red wine waiting for him and left the bottle open. Very soon that bottle was empty and I refilled his glass with another bottle. I very rarely wear clothes at home so as the afternoon wore on he started to loosen up and started to loose his clothing too. By early evening and three bottles of wine in, I started him on the gin with very little mixer. I had started to really tease him about what shags I had recently had and I told him I had a shag lined up for the next day so would have to douche at some point. As the gin measures I poured got larger he was getting paralytic and slurring his words and I started to say how great the feeling of a douche head was sliding in and out and how, if you got the water pressure just right on your g-spot it could feel amazing. I figured he was just at the point between extremely tipsy and just before the point of passing out, I said I was going to go into the bathroom and have my douche. I joked I would leave the bathroom door open and he could come in and sit on the toilet and watch. I heading into the bathroom and attached the douche head and stood in the bath with the water now coming out. I heard him getting off the sofa and after what sounded like him walking into the coffee table and stumbling, he appeared in the bathroom and said he needed to piss. He is a sub guy and always sits down to pee, not like me, I like to stand there and let the piss flow into the bowl. Now I had my audience I started my douching and had the water temperature just right and I bent over so he could see me from the back and so he could see the tip of the head going into my bum hole. He had one hand on the sink and one hand on the side of the bath trying to steady himself. I got to the point where I know that the water I had expelled was clean and it was about to get a whole lot browner and stinkier. I turned slightly and he was openly leering at what I was doing and I knew then my plan had worked, he was lustfully watching me fuck myself with he douche head and watched in awe as my body expelled its waste. I was getting turned on by both him watching lustfully and the smell I was expelling. After about 10 minutes and the water was running clean I asked him to pass me my towel, which he drunkenly grabbed at. He watched me dry off in front of him and I looked at him and knowing his weakness I said "You want another drink don't you" and he nodded, I told him to stay sitting there. I went back to the now nearly empty gin bottle and poured him a large neat shot with no mixer because I know he was passed caring now. I walked back into the bathroom minus my towel and as he went to grab the glass I snatched it back, "not until you have had your turn" and I nodded over to the bath. He looked at me with a glazed look and then started to climb into the bath not knowing which way to stand or sit. I held his glass just out of arms length and told him that he had to earn this drink and to do that he had to clean out his arse. I placed the glass down on the sink and told him to lay down in the bath, when he was I reached for the douche hose and tested the water temperature. He had a lost look on his face like he did not know what was happening so I reached for the glass and let him have a couple of large gulps. After this he lay his head back and closed his eyes and I raised his legs up and aimed the water at his hole. I placed the water jet just inside his hole and slowly started to count to five then I with drew it and told him to push out which he did...I did the same again and again he expelled water... Then I slowly started to leave it in for a few seconds longer each time allowing more water in to do its worse...By this time I had got about 3" of the douche head in him and he was making some hmmmm noises. I reached over for my iPhone and took a few pics whilst his eyes were closed and when done his eyes shot open and I knew right then that this was going to be a big explosion. A look of panic hit him and at that point I slid out the douche head and a ton of brown solid shit shot out in to the bath. By now he was panting and a look of mortification came on his face, shame and drunkeness. I aimed the douche water jet at the solid parts and aimed them towards the plug hole but it was obvious if I was going to get that douche back up him a little more incentive was needed, I reached for the glass and he hungrily drank it down as I slipped back up him. One hand holding the douche and the other I slowly started to play with his cock and balls which were soft as putty (he rarely got full erections due to his little drink problem) but I could start to slowly feel a stiffening and responding to my fingers. We had now found a rhythm and the more water that went in it started to slowly be clear again and I do not know what made me do it but I stuck my middle finger right in his hole and located his g-spot. Now as I slowly massaged his little pleasure bean inside he was withering and moaning. I began to alternate the douche head and my finger and kept up this rhythm for a few minutes and as I did his bladder started to empty and I leaned over and took it in my mouth to drink down his alcoholic piss. He slurred that he was so embarrassed but I just kept piss drinking. When his bladder was empty I leaned over and with the douche head started to hose his legs, feet, arms and anywhere else his shit had stuck to and he was clean again. I stood up, took my iPhone and started to take more pics. I do not know if it was the afternoon of me drinking coffee between wine but as he lay there expecting me to help him out of the bath, I emptied my bladder over him and filmed it on my iPhone. He didn't look at me, he didn't say anything, just lay there limp and wet as I soaked him. I aimed it has his face, his hair, his torso, his hairy bush and up and down his legs until my bladder was empty. Once out of the bath and towelled off, he said he wanted to sleep. I put towels down on the spare bed left a bowl on the floor. The next morning he had dressed and left my apartment before I awoke. It took a few weeks for him to look me in the eye and it took another drinking session for him to admit that it was one of the most exciting, filthiest things he had ever done as I showed him the pics I had taken and the video.3 points
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Rob answered the door and was greeted by his new next neighbors Sam and Michael. Sam was a 5”10 210 pound hairy bear with a 7” cock while Michael was a 6”2 250 pound very hairy bear with a 9”cock, Both were sweaty from completing their jog through the neighborhood and wanted to meet their new neighbor who they saw moving in the day before. Sam & Michael were two highly toxic bears who loved to breed and convert guys to the brotherhood at any chance. When they saw Rob, they gave each other a shared look of lust as they saw Rob in his basketball shorts and tee shirt with his extremely hairy body showing. Being 6’4’’ and 280, Rob was bigger than both Sam and Michael which they loved and were hoping that Rob was gay (or at least bisexual). Sam and Michael were going to try to find out and in their introduction invited themselves in and wanted to get to know Rob better. Rob, Sam and Michael started to chat and get to know each other around Rob’s Kitchen counter as all his kitchen chairs were taken by half open boxes being unloaded. Sam explained to Rob that Michael was his husband and they wanted to get to know their new neighbor. As Sam explained the relationship, Michael noticed that Rob’s cock was starting to get hard and tent within his shorts and glanced to Sam with a smirk. Michael asked Rob about his relationship background and Rob explained that he was recently broken up with his girlfriend and was using this move into a new place to start anew. Unprompted Rob told Sam and Michael that he had been sexually active with his college roommate and still considered himself bisexual as he tried to show he was very supportive of Sam & Michael’s relationship. Michael started probing with Rob to understand Rob’s experiences with his roommate. Rob explained as a sophomore his roommate, Cam, was assigned was gay and one evening came home drunk from a party and horny. He saw Rob on his bed with his cock tenting in his shorts and before Rob knew what happened, his roommates mouth was around his cock and sucking him off. Rob had never felt anything like that and didn’t last too long before cumming. Cam continued to suck on rob to get him hard again and asked if Rob wanted to fuck his ass and without thinking much Rob said yes and Cam immediately took Rob’s slick hard cock and directed it to his hole. Rob without thinking was starting to fuck his first ass and bareback no less. Rob lasted only a couple of minutes before cumming in Cam’s ass. Rob was in a post sex haze but realized he had a new level of a roommate relationship and going forward for the rest of their college time together Rob and Cam would continue to fuck (Rob always being the top) and started to get tested to ensure they were clean of STDs. Rob after college hadn’t been with another guy but wondered post is recent relationship (and the previous failures he had) if he should give it another try as he never had better sex than with Cam Rob realized that from explaining his back story, his 8” cock was fully hard and tenting in his shorts. He tried to hide that as Michael asked when the last time was he had been sucked. When Rob said it had been a couple of months, Michael asked if he wanted to change that and dropped to his knees and pulled down Rob’s shorts and started sucking. Sam then came to Rob and immediately started kissing Rob as he slowly massaged Rob’s ass. Sam broke his kiss to lick his fingers and then returned to making out with Rob as he slid a finger into his very tight hole. Rob broke the kiss to say he had never had been fucked. Sam asked if wanted it and Rob without thinking nodded his head yes and Sam dropped his shorts and his cock sprung out leaking precum ready to breed Rob's virgin (and currently) neg hole To be continued ....3 points
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Now I have been debating for quite a while about whether this was the correct forum to make this post, but I am going to use the “just about whatever you want to talk about” description as my license to go ahead as maybe this may help someone, especially younger. At a very young age, there was always a group of guys who knew I was gay before I did I guess. Although I honestly had no interest in men until probably my early 20s they saw something and used this to tease me mercilessly. I was teased throughout my school years damn near to the point of persecution. For years I was angry, bitter, vengeful and upset even after I figured out my attraction to men. I wasted peak years, repressing myself sexually. I have recently seen one of my old classmates. I played it cool. Well needless to say he is not doing well. He is on his fifth kid with his fourth mother, a very unattractive and overweight woman who was accompanying him. He was telling me about some of my old classmate two were also not doing particularly well. After our conversation he got in the passenger seat I have an old beat up minivan, with yet another newborn. This guy was the school jock! That’s when it hit me I have finally won. While his life is basically over, I have my own home, I own my car, I own a business I am doing quite well for myself financially with lots of potential to do more. Although they hurt at the time, his words and the words of all the rest really meant nothing. I can fuck any guy who I please, and not reliant on a woman for my room and board. I guess I am saying all that to say that if you are younger, gay and have pain in your life caused by others, just keep working hard and living your life free. Doing well, and fucking freely, is the best revenge.3 points
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Relatable. I grew up a total phag without knowing what that was. Just did whatever came natural to me. At five, I had a thing for rainbows. (Hints of gay pride?) I presented little plays with my stuffed animals sometimes. (Lots of gays love the musical theatre.) When I was 7, I asked my mom for a cro-shayed afghan. What colours did I choose but the rainbow colours? Not surprised. I also identified as a girl for a few years, but that was partly because my mom *wanted* a girl and she tried to make me one as best she could. Bitch. In adolescence, I had an attraction to good-looking men. I didn't know what that was, but others somehow did, and I was pegged "gay". This got about somehow, and it was common knowledge among my peers and family. But I was the only one who really didn't make the connection that - OH YEAH, THAT'S WHAT BEING GAY IS!! - and I endured much bullying as a consequence. This one prick, Dane Lasley, was constantly after me in the high school. We had a couple classes together, and he would often make outbursts in class about my secret sexuality (which made the whole class laugh on multiple occasions), or he'd punch me in the back of my ribs in the hallway and run off. One of his friends taped a sign to my back in class. I totally felt him do it with a pencil eraser, and knowing it was there, I covered it with my flannel shirt before going into the hall for my next class. I later found it in the bathroom and removed it. The sign said "I'm gay, fuck me like the bitch I am." Of course I reported these guys for sexual harassment, but they made sure I wouldn't forget Graduation Day for this reason. Got assaulted on the way back to the car after the ceremony. I remember that more than I remember crossing the stage to get my diploma. College was no different. I had all manner of college pranks done to me in the dormitory: writing on my door in permanent marker (which I got fined for), obscene phone calls, banging on my door, the shouting of "rainbow" in the hallway, my power was turned off one night, etc. These, too, were reported and dealt with, but that didn't stop the offenders. Our floor's CA (community advisor) went away for a weekend, and ... a few things happened while he was gone. I made sure to get direct evidence this time, and they were sent packing a week later. This time, the pranks involved obscene voicemails, shaving cream on my room's doorknob (which my roommate didn't appreciate), a photo of me in the urinals that they could piss on, and the outline of a large red dick drawn on my door (which almost couldn't be seen unless you stood in just the right spot for the light to catch it). When I changed rooms mid-semester, all that nonsense stopped, though I later found out the same guys put a new print of the piss photo in ALL the urinals on that floor for the same purpose. The CA refused to take any action since I wasn't on his floor anymore. I don't know what happened to these guys. Don't care. I do know that Dane became a fat, drug-addicted loser with kids out of wedlock, and not much else. He hasn't dared to show his face at any of the reunions. But the college guys - probably all Trump supporters or something. I think that's punishment enough, LOL.3 points
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Had the restaurant guy text me earlier asking to come over after his shift. Of course I was more than willing to be his daddy again. When he shows up I noticed he hadn't shaved his cheeks since I saw him last. He laughed and said he was growing it just for me. I started him off sucking my cock, had him get naked for me as we moved to the bedroom, and after a minute of licking his hairy ass I fucked him doggie style until I nutted as deep in him as I could. He got off being called my cum dump and daddy's slut, as I could feel him clamp down every time I called him a name. Like the last time, after I pulled my cock out of him I sucked his hard cock as I aggressively fingered his cummy hole with 2 and 3 fingers. He blew a huge load in my mouth, which I shared with him when I went up to kiss him. We slept about an hour before he headed home, and I just finished eating the food he brought for me. Lol3 points
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I love ATM and MTA. I have a semi-regular married very hung black buddy who drops by once or twice a month when his wife isn't putting out. LOL. I always make sure to do a thorough cleaning when he cums by, as we started doing ATM last year. Because his cock is fucking huge, he reaches places most guys don't. He works his way up from a slow gentle probing to a good, solid fucking. He is shy and new to MM sex. Lucky me. I get to educate him. One day while he was pumping me nice and steady, he just asked if I would suck his cock after he had fucked me for a bit?? I told him I would love for us to 'switch it up' a bit. Sure. And he pulled out and fed me his slick cock. I always suck him to hardness before we start to fuck. I make sure his cock is really slick with my throat juices and spit. He takes the juices from my mouth and rubs them into my hole and opens me up. My only lube with this guy is spit and throat juice. But we both enjoy the deep throat and fingering action as foreplay. before he starts to fuck. He loves to pull out every now and then and walk around and feed me his rock hard dick and I add more juice to him from deep in my throat. The bonus for me was last summer. I really worked his cock over good. He told me was horny as fuck and hadn't cum in a week. I got two loads that day. And then to my surprise - after the second load, he got down and ate his two loads of cum from my hole. Turns out he had this fantasy to suck a load of cum from his partner but she thought it was weird. He knew I cleaned out really well and decided he wanted to suck his cum from my stretched ass. Our ATM and MTA action is now a regular part of our play. He ALWAYS eats his load from my hole. Sometimes, he even shares half with me and we swallow together. And @FelchingPisser - love your fuck bench..... great pics.... the bench and the stretched hole!3 points
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I went to the Cumunion sex party this past Wednesday night at the sex club. First I went to my favorite bar for a few drinks and stuffed a pretty big ass anchor up my hole to make it gape. I also put a quick connect ad on BBRT saying I was offering my slut ass up at Cumunion for all cocks and loads. After downing 4 vodka cranberry's I was ready to head to the sex club and get fucked, hopefully by multiple guys. I arrived around 8:30pm and the back parking lot was already full so I parked across the street in the extra lot. While in the car I pulled out my ass anchor and shot some lube up into my gaping cunt. Then I made sure I had my poppers and a small bottle of lube which I stuffed in my socks. I was wearing a pink mesh crop top, jock, tights and a short leather jacket. I paid my admission and headed up to the third floor to strip down to my jock and crop top and put my tights and leather jacket in a locker. I took a couple hits of poppers and headed to the darkroom. As soon as I entered some guy pushed me over the bench and shoved his cock up my well lubed cunt. He didn't take long to shoot his hot load deep up my cunt. After he pulled out I turned around to suck him clean loving the taste of my ass on his cock! Six other guys then took turns fucking and filling my cunt with more loads. I hadn't been there a half hour and seven guys had already fucked and bred my slut ass. I needed a break so I headed to the restroom to take a piss. I then headed down to the first floor darkroom to offer my ass up there. I felt my way around until I could find a spot to bend over and spread my ass open. I felt a guy fingering my cummy hole and then he just thrust his big cock balls deep in my ass. He was pumping away while I took another hit of poppers and he said he was shooting his load as I spread my ass cheeks further apart and milked his cock. Then another three guys fucked and pounded my ass shooting their loads in my cum filled cunt. By now my ass was pumped full carrying 11 anonymous loads but I hadn't checked out the second floor yet. There was a bench around the corner where there were a group of guys watching this bottom get fucked by this hung black dude. There was space next to him so I bent over hoping this guy would fuck both of us, Needless to say he did and he pounded away on my ass and actually pumped two loads in me and totally wrecked my sloppy cunt! So it was a great night for me and my ass and I can't wait for next month's Cumunion party. (However, I'll be back at the sex club tonight and usually go every Wednesday and Saturday nights to get fucked and filled!)3 points
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Part 2: As Sam slowly started rubbing his dripping cock along Rob’s hole, Michael took off his pants and asked rob if he wanted to fuck his hole and before Rob could respond Michael took Rob’s cock and placed it in his hole and pushback onto rob. Rob very quickly realized he was now in the middle of a sandwich. Rob with Michael’s tight hole and the long blow job he was receiving lasted only a couple of minutes before blasting a weeks worth of cum inside of Michael. At he was cumming, Sam was plowing Rob’s ass filling it with a hard cock for the first time and without Rob realizing it, his first toxic cock at that. Sam increased his pace as he wanted to be the first to breed Rob’s ass before Rob asked any questions. Michael peeled himself off Rob’s cock and licked it the cum off of his Rob’s softening cock. As Sam said he was going to cum, Michael stood up and started kissing rob pushing the cum from Rob’s cock back into his mouth. Once Sam finished cumming he pulled out of Rob’s ass and his pink tinge cock was quickly licked clean by Michael as well. Rob stumbled to the floor with Michael and Sam joining him. Rob was in a daze but Michael & Sam were grinning ear to ear. They realized not only did they have their next guy to convert to the brotherhood they realized they had someone who had the potential to be as dirty and piggy as them. Plus they had a mutual friend who was single looking for a partner and they realized Rob could be a great partner so the wheels began turning on how to set them up. Rob meanwhile realized what he had done and the first thought was to tell Sam and Michael that he was clean because he didn’t want them to worry. All Sam and Michael said we don’t worry about such things anymore and you shouldn’t either. Sam invited Rob over to their place for a pool party Saturday evening. Michael said it would be a great chance meet some other neighbors and they always have a great time. Sam told Rob these were very close friends like a “brotherhood” and he would fit right in with them. Rob started to make an excuse about why he couldn’t come over but Sam would have none of that and told him it would be an insult if he didn’t show up and all he needed to bring was his body and swim trunks. Too be continued3 points
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Gloryhole Loads for My Boy Chapter 1. When we first met, we fucked safe. Even with a condom on, my boy would make me pull out to cum, in the rubber, just in case. He was downright prudish. I asked him what he was so afraid of, and he confessed that he fantasized about taking raw cock, even from POZ men. His fantasies scared him, but as he told me more, I kept getting more and more hard. After his confession didn’t scare me off, he started talking while I fucked him, begging for me to cum in him. He’d go so far to plead for me to breed his pussy. During a particularly hot session, I pulled out to catch my breath, and he ripped the condom off and guided my raw cock into his hole for the first time. It was so hot, I only lasted a few more strokes before filling him with my load. He just grinned at me. After that, we never used condoms again. I asked him if he liked taking loads, and he just sheepishly smiled. I told him that I’d be happy to cum in him whenever he’d let me. That kept us satisfied for a few weeks. I’d rail him and then ask where he wanted my load, and he’d beg for it, pushing me over the edge and cumming inside him. I never pulled out to cum on his hole and push it back in. He wanted cum deep inside. I regularly watched his hole cling to my dick as I pulled out. His hole would wink and then start to leak a trickle of my cum. The sight of his freshly bred hole kept me hard. My boy saw how excited his cummy hole made me, and he jerked me back to full hardness and guided me back into him. I loved watching my own cum squelch around my cock as I slid back and forth. He was loving how sloppy and slippery our fuck was. He gasped, ‘Yeah, use that cum. Lube your dick with that cum!’ That got me going and I came deeply inside. When I pulled out a second time, he fingered his hole and worked two fingers in. I jerked him off with one hand and added two fingers to his hole. He was more cummy and looser than he’d ever been before, and we both loved it. He came all over his chest and I gooped it up and pressed it into his open pussy. My boy looked up at me and asked if I thought less of him for being so slutty. I told him how much it turned me on to see his used fucked-out hole. He suggested we do this again in a few hours, and we did! I came twice, again, and he came once, and all three loads went into his ass. Followed by four slimy fingers. We repeated the feat every few days for the next few weeks. By that time, even with a cummy hole full of fingers, I could sense his cunt wanting more. After playing with his hole for a bit after a verbal naughty session, I reached into his bedside table, where I knew he kept a dildo. His hole was so gooey that I was able to slip it right in. My boy squealed with delight. He slid two fingers in alongside that rubber cock and I worked his dick until he shot again. We collapsed into a cummy sweaty mess and slept hard. To be continued... Note: This will be a six-chapter story. And yes, they're all written. It's filthy. I'll post a new chapter ever couple of days. This is dedicated to a certain piggy guy, who deserves a piggy man to help him on his journey. We all deserve that.2 points
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Put my pussy up for 3 anon bbc loads last night. Left me with a drooling cunt. Woke up and there was a note in my door from 2 friends that got my address off an app and wanted to dump their loads. Texted them to arrange for tonight. Love anon loads especially from passing around my address as cumdump. Ignore that my jock was on inside out lol and not sure what it uploaded rotated2 points
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Today I had an interesting reverse anon scene with a young guy. He wanted a no drugs guy to go to his place, find him blind folded, suck him and then get fucked by him. It seemed too good to be true! He had been tapping me on Grindr for a few weeks, but not responding to my messages. I lived close by, so said sure, hot scene, and went to the address - a tower block not too far away. When I arrived he sent his apartment number and for some reason he couldn’t buzz me in. Weird - I thought it was going to be a big flake. But he said come up the fire stairs and let me know when I was there. I followed someone inside the building, not feeling too optimistic. Up the fire stairs and to the apartment and the door was unlocked. I found him blind folded on the couch, underwear on, and a hard bulge. I stripped and proceeded to nuzzle and suck him to approving sounds. He stripped off the underwear, with his blind fold on and told me to bend over the padded table in front of the couch. Wow, things progressed quickly and he felt and massaged my hole and proceeded to fuck me with his above average uncut cock. He was passionate and desperately horny and I soon had his load deep inside. I could not help but cum myself onto the towel he had laid out on the padded table. I dressed as he sat back on the couch with his blindfold still on, and said thanks and left.2 points
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Right on point. Example: Before Covid I was at the local adult bookstore. This younger, twinkish guy walks in, playing in his phone. Obvious he had no intentions on fucking, just getting off being chased. Didn’t matter, guys still tired. I knew his game, so I didn’t waste my time. I spent my time being kind to the shy, mid-40s neglected, divorced daddy. Long story short, when the twink left, along with his disappointed fan club, me and daddy fucking this otter type senseless. Daddy had a huge dig, fucked like an animal, and when he bred dude, I swear the while bookstore heard it. I had to fuck that cum back in, he shot so much. Super hot time. I made the right choice. If I woulda followed twink/tease, I prob woulda left with balls full of cum.2 points
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Remember, this story is fictional. The expected text message arrived. “Embassy Suites, room 505 in 30 minutes.” It was time for me to get pozzed. I had met the breeder on BZ. He was a traveling business man and I knew he eventually would be back in my city. We had chatted for weeks about how my no-kidding pozzing would go down. He had told me three days ago to be ready this afternoon. He would text as soon as he was in his hotel and ready. I had been waiting for the text. I was squeaky clean inside in preparation for the breeding that was to come. His VL was 500,000 and for some reason he had taken a special interest in converting my negative bottom. We had discussed and agreed on the way everything was going to happen. It was going to be a business-like breeding. As I drove to the hotel, I reflected on all of his instructions to ensure I followed through on everything. I had remembered my toothbrush and it was dry with stiff bristles. He was going to tear up my bottom really good to ensure my hole was ready to receive his gift. “Wet bristles are not as stiff” he had told me. I texted, “I’m here, coming up.” as I entered the lobby. I realized there was no backing out. I was a little nervous realizing that the next time I was in this lobby that I would be almost definitely poz and the years long chase would be over. I smiled at that prospect as I was anxious to transform from a chaser to a gifter. I was dripping pre-cum as I entered the elevator. I wondered, “Am I crazy, what am I doing walking on my own to willingly take something into my body that will, in time, kill me?” But I was true chaser and that was exactly what I wanted. I got off at the 5th floor and quickly found the door, which was ajar as I had been told that it would be. My instructions were to enter the room, lock the door and strip naked leaving everything, except the toothbrush, by the door. For that reason I was commando, just shorts, a shirt and sandals. I wanted no delay getting out of my clothes. I knew that he would be watching from the darkened bathroom. I took a deep breath and entered. It was a two room suite with the bathroom in the middle. The room was dark with only a small nightlight on so that I could navigate. As soon as I was naked, I picked up the toothbrush and walked past the bath where I could almost make out his form and straight to the bed as I had been instructed. I placed the toothbrush next to me and got ass up, head down on the bed. He finally spoke, “Well done. I can tell that you are ready,” he was naked and erect as he walked out of the bath and picked the toothbrush up from the bed. He surprised me be planting his tongue between my ass lips and rimming me deeply for a few minutes. It felt great and relaxed me. A good rimming always makes me horny. He was also checking for signs of lube. His instructions had been clear—no lube. His entry into my hole was going be hard and violent; no lube was allowed. After a while, he stopped rimming and I felt the stiff toothbrush pass through into my hole. He was turning and brushing firmly but not roughly. I had been brushed before on many occasions, but this was the most thorough. He worked over my prostrate with the brush and I started to enjoy the experience, dripping copious pre-cum onto the pre-positioned towel. He pulled the brush out and flipped on a light so he could examine it—it wasn’t bloody enough so he stuck it back in and worked my innards over harder. After a few more minutes he pulled it out and was happy with the result. He announced, “You are ready to receive my seed.” Setting the toothbrush aside, he stood behind me and reached around grabbing my nipples and giving them a vicious twist. I loved it and almost blew my pent-up neg load right there. “I am going to fill you with my toxic AIDS cum,” he said. “There is no escaping it once the head of my cock passes into your hole you are committed and will take my high VL load deep inside of you and you will become HIV positive and likely develop AIDS in a couple of years.” After he said that he spit on my hole and began rubbing his cock into me slowly. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Do your worst,” I responded. “I intend to. My cock is the instrument of your death. I am going to free you from your current existence and fill you with disease and death,” he responded. I felt the tip of his well proportioned, about 8 inches cut, cock take up an offensive position on my hole. I knew it was going to happen soon. “Last chance to change your mind. You know what is coming next,” he whispered almost hoping that I wouldn’t hear it. I remained silent. He was still for about 30 seconds until I said, “OK.” With that, he reached around me and drove his steel-hard toxic dick into me not stopping until he was balls deep. I screamed in agony as I felt both sphincters being torn apart by the thrust. I could tell that I was bleeding as he pulled back and slowly began to abuse my insides with his cock. I began adjusting to the cock of death that was inside of me and his hardness soon began to make my prostate sing in ecstasy. The fucking continued and every so often a vicious thrust would be included to continue to wreck my hole and ensure the it was properly prepared to receive his seed. My own cock was getting hard and soon I exploded in what was likely to be my last neg load onto the towel below me. Looking down I could see spots of blood from my bottom staining the hotel-white towel beneath me. He reached around and grabbed my nipples twisting them until I felt as if he would tear them off. He stopped and withdrew his cock from my abused bottom. “Turn over on your back, I want to look into your eyes when I poz your ass,” he barked at me. I did as I was told and spread my legs. He twisted my nipples again and I looked at his blood covered cock as he drove it mercilessly again deep into me. I cried out again in pain and he smiled. Looking into his face I could tell he was enjoying this a lot more than I was. But, strangely, the pain from each slam of his cock into me reminded me that that I was getting what I wanted. Having made me cum so quickly meant that the rest of the breeding would be more painful and less sexual for me—another cruel trick. I felt his cock grow larger, and I knew from experience that he was getting close. His thrusts became more regular and intense and his breathing changed. The larger cock tore open more of my innards—it hurt a lot again. And then he smiled—looked me straight into the eyes and drove his cock balls deep. I felt the first pulse of cum being delivered as he said, “You faggot, I am pozzing your neg ass and you are going pay for this with your life. I hope it is everything that you wanted.” He drove his cock deeper than I thought possible to ensure every drop of AIDS-laced cum was delivered deep into my bottom. After he was done delivering the load, he resumed fucking me to “work it into my ass.” I was in agony by this point and he smiled evilly. He fucked me for about another 10 minutes that seemed like an eternity and then pulled out. “Clean my cock,” he demanded. I was almost revolted as I saw the blood and cum streaked now softening cock presented to me. I could taste my blood as I sucked his cock clean. I figured I was a bloody mess as well. Once he was satisfied with my work he told me to go rinse the blood off my bottom in the shower. He had delivered his poison-filled load so deeply into me that there was no chance of any leaking out. While I rinsed he finished wiping off his cock with a wash cloth. The next part of the breeding was about to begin. I stepped out of the shower and toweled off. He was still naked, but had a needle ready. We were going to blood slam to ensure that the breeding was successful. We went back to the bed and he stuck the needle into a vein at the base of his cock and withdrew a couple cc’s of blood. He put a tourniquet around my arm to make a vein pop and I nodded which gave him all of the permission he needed to stick the needle into me, withdraw a few cc’s of my blood to mix and then inject the contents of the syringe into me. We were done. I was fucked and slammed. He made it clear that I was to leave and I dressed quickly and departed. Riding down on the elevator I realized that everything took about 30 minutes. I was hurt, sore, bloodied and incredibly happy all at the same time. I realized, as I opened the door to my car, that in 30 minutes I had gone from neg to poz.2 points
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Important: english is not my native language, if some things are grammatically incorrect or inaccurate, don't be angry. Note: The first part is an introduction and introduction of the characters, therefore less sexual than the following parts. So really exciting and hot it gets from the next parts. Me - 39 years old, 183 cm tall, brown eyes, rather the lighter gypsy type (my grandma was a gypsy), dark hair and well endowed. Max - mid thirties, 186 cm tall, blue eyes, dark hair well endowed. Steve - like Max mid thirties, same height, bald and like the other two, equally well endowed. Last summer, through my best friend Max, I met Steven. After Max fell in love with Steven, it was clear to me, he, Steven is [banned word] for me. Steven is a small winemaker in the east of Austria, who now and then organizes events, he invited Max to a Viennese song evening with wine tasting. Max asked me if I would not like to accompany him to this event. Since I had time and also wanted to spend a comfortable weekend, I agreed. A few weeks later the time had come. Max and I drove with my car to the small village where Steven lived. After we arrived at our guesthouse, where we shared a room, we drove to the lake, which is in the village. There we spent some nice hours together and then left for lunch with Steven. Already in the course of the afternoon we drank a few glasses of wine (Spritzer) and were thus slightly drunk by the time the Viennese song evening and wine tasting began. Over the course of the evening, Max and I drank a few more spritzers, so we both ended up with 15 spritzers per person that day. After I always found Max attractive and he also found my best piece great, what had to happen happened after we were in our room: Brave by the intoxication, I meant, I will satisfy myself, since I have not done this for several days. At some point Max mean you are really doing this, I meant yes. After some time he said if I want I can fuck him too. As I said, I was drunk and thought Max was hot and we are both into sex without a rubber (we are both negatives, where his last test was 2018 and I am not currently taking prep). This I did not let myself be told twice and so I began to press myself against Max. From a previous experience with Max, I knew that for both of us, spit would suffice as a lubricant and so I began to fuck him. After some time, he was lying on his stomach, I felt how he pressed more and more on my cock and also seemed to have his fun. After I unfortunately drank too much, and by nature I always take a long time to come, I stopped fucking him and started to wank until I came. I squirted on his body and he just said: Hey, you squirted on me. After that we both fell asleep. The next day we both spent then partly again at the lake, partly with Steven. My plan would have been to drive back to Vienna in the afternoon and let the two of them, Max and Steve, have time for themselves. Steve, however, thwarted my plans by paying for more and more alcoholic beverages and providing us with spritzes, respectively. At some point in the afternoon I said, ok I'll stay in the village and spend Sunday there. In the evening we drove to the neighboring village, where we drank at 1 o'clock in the morning still coffee with double Crapa, schnapps etc.. How Max and I got back to the boarding house, I have no memory of. What I do remember, however, was Max's sudden announcement, saying: And you raped me yesterday. I went to bed and drove to Vienna the next morning. On the way to Vienna I received a message from Max thanking me for the great weekend. I wrote back that I thought it was great too, only the words from the previous evening were too harsh and I am still close to tears. End part 1 Preview part 2 - if there is interest: Debate with Max, Steven tries to seduce me and what is Steven's secret?2 points
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This story was originally submitted to my BB Buds blog by ryan5555 (hookemsports@hotmail.com). ---------- This story takes place in Mid-July, 1999. I was 20 years old at the time. I had been walking through the bathhouse for an hour or so. I'm not one to sit and wait for my next trick to come to me; instead, I walk around... scouting new meat, looking for any scene that could come my way. I am 5'9", 155lbs, blond, blue with a solid 7.5" piece of meat. Completely vers... I was going through a college stage of rebellion. I find a lot of men hot... and if a hot guy wants to fuck, I have always made it happen. Of course, little did I know my college rebellion would last right up until my 30th birthday... and likely, beyond. I remember it like yesterday. I hadn't had any action but finally settled myself in the sauna room. I was at The Club in Houston; the present-day Club hardly resembles the Club of 1999. The sauna was inside - just before you got to the door that led to the pool and the hot tub. Soon, a 20-something guy walked into sauna. He disrobed and showed an average cock. He had a nice body but wasn’t one I was willing to drop a load with. Not yet, anyways. But not far behind him was a hot young twink, about my age, with a great bod and a pierced left nipple. The hot young twink came in, dropped his towel and stood in front of me and the 20-something and started stroking. I liked where this was heading. I reached out and grabbed the twink's cock. It was cut with a slight curve to the right. I can still see it today and I still salivate for it. Eventually, I started blowing him and he started making out with the other guy. I played with his nipples and hear faint moans coming from him. Slowly, I reached under his cock towards his hole. I felt it... it was a little wet and a little slimy. He had already taken a load and he seemed like he was begging for more. As I played with his hole his body convulsed. He liked the feeling and I knew I would be going further. But before I could he pulled me up and wanted to suck me. I stood up on the first sitting step of the steam room. He stood on the ground and blew me while the 20-something was on his knees servicing the twink. The twink brought me to the verge of climax but I knew I didn't want to bust my nut like this. I wanted his ass. I started bending over...reaching for his ass. I could never quite get it over his shoulder but after a bit, it appeared he wanted it too. Finally, I stepped down and positioned myself behind him. As he was geting serviced from the front, I made out with him a bit before getting on my knees and going for his hole. At 20, my experience was pretty broad but rimming was new to me. I knew I loved it and loved the way some guys bucked when you got your tongue deep inside them. This kid was the exact same way... he grinded his ass into my face, my tongue devouring his hole as I bit on it, nibbling on the skin and the pucker of his hole. I could taste the lube from before; I could taste remnants of the cum of his last fuck. I wanted my seed to be there, too. After a few moments of getting his ass wet, we were both ready to go, I stood up and slid in. At this point in my life, I was not a regular barebacker. But I was also not a regular condom user. In fact, I took sex any which way it came to me. I'm sure I was taught lessons on safe sex, but I don't remember them. I'm sure somebody had 'the talk' with me but when you're a gay kid in Texas... who is willing to broach the subject of safe sex? Nobody fucking cared. So while I knew I should wrap up all the time, it wasn't something I ever thought about. And when the twink willingly and excitedly took my cock bare, I thought nothing more of it. I gave it to him and he took it like a champ. He had started sucking the other guy's dick as he was hunched over and doing his best to get two loads at once. Within a few moments, the 20-something's body started to spaz. You could tell he was getting close. Very close. I sped up my fucking so that I could finish soon after and the twink would have a steam session that was second to none. Faster, harder and deeper I fucked him. The 20-something started to moan and shot his load all over the kid's face. I remember feeling disappointed -- why the fuck wouldn't the kid swallow it? That made me pump even harder. Finally I was on the verge of cumming and, in a rare moment of verbal topping (at the time), I blurted out, "You're gonna love this. Here I cum." Little did I know it would be my last neg load. After my intense twink fuck in the sauna, I needed to cool off. I took a dip in the pool. It was a clear night with a high sky. The stars, rarely visible in downtown Houston, were shining bright. Here I was – a 20 year old kid, living a dream of college, a great job and living in a city with all the guys I could ever want. And now, a perfect night after a perfect fuck. I snapped out of my dream, glanced toward the creaky glass door that leads from inside and saw him. He was amazing. He was sort of a mix – maybe asian, maybe Hispanic (later I learned he had a Flip mother and a Hispanic father). He was solidly built – not overly buff but definite tone, probably late 20s or early 30s, and a beautiful smile. Our eyes locked and I knew my night would include some very personal alone time with this man. He walked over and got in the hot tub. I continued to stare and he continued to glance over my way. I wasn’t very sophisticated at the time on my ‘pick up’ move. But who needed to be? I was a 20 year old piece of ass in a bathhouse. If that can’t get me what I want, no amount of whoring savvy ever would. After a bit, and after I was 100% convinced I needed this man to make my night complete I exited the pool, slowly striding towards my towel while never taking my eyes off of him. He returned the favor and you see the lust bubbling underneath his modest, and sturdy, demeanor. I dried off, walked towards the door and smiled at him. He dipped his head and blushed back. And then he smiled. It was only a matter of time til I had what I wanted. I walked around the sauna, through the showers and past the steam before heading upstairs. There were two stairwells in the old Club. I took the ‘middle’ stairs that delivered you upstairs in front of the coke machine and ‘break’ room. I walked around for a bit, knowing I’d see the man from outside very soon. I had a room and was not worried if he just had a locker I knew we’d find each other. As I walked through the third hall, he turned the corner and was coming directly at me. I snickered and walked past him, staring at his cock until the very second he was to pass me, at which time I looked up and smiled at him. My room was one hall over and I was bolting in that direction. I turned the corner to reach my room, got my key and saw him walking my direction. Bullseye. I get in my room and start to hang my towel when he walks up. He stops and looks as I stretch up, my cock dangling (but getting closer and closer to a hard-on), and hang my towel on the rack. I look at him with that “what the fuck are you waiting for look” that I’ve given to say many guys since then. Apparently he noticed and walked into the room and shut the door. He dropped his towel and I saw his meat – it was nice. Not too big but definitely worth the effort. I sank to my knees and devoured it. Immediately, I notice he put his hand on the back of my head to guide me along the way. But soon he pulls it off – he sees that I’m not some random kid on his first trip to a bathhouse. I kinda have this part down. I’m taking him all in, enjoying his cock while my left hand wanders up to find his nipple. The guy is beautiful and right now, at this very minute, he belongs to me. The feeling of power excites me, even if I am (willingly) taking every bit of his cock. After a bit he pulls me up and starts making out. I notice his passion at once. We’re making out, cocks slapping against each other, for what felt like an eternity. In reality, just a few minutes. I was in heaven though. I am completely head-over-heels for this guy in the moment. Eventually, he pulls off me, looks me up and down and smiles. Then he heads to his knees. He blew me and it was intense. I can’t remember how good he was but I remember knowing I was going to get fucked. I don’t know how I knew this from a little making out and some mutual blowjobs but I did. I knew that I was going to take his cock before this was all over. And I loved it. Little did I know, I’d be taking something else home with me. After sucking my cock for just a moment, he stood up and positioned my body so I would bend over. He started rubbing his cockhead on my crack. He wasted very little time going for the gold. He was a confident, self-assured man and knew what he was going to get. I was a cocky little kid and knew what I was going to get, too, but was letting him control the action and the flow. He bent me over, reached for the lube and began starting to press his cock into my ass. While I was vers, I did not take cocks his size very often. He wasn’t huge… but it was bigger than I was accustomed to. Still, I managed and began enjoying it very soon after. He started to thrust as I bent over the bed. He didn’t make love to me and he didn’t intend for it to be a passionate affair. He was fucking me. And, for some reason, it felt right. At some point, he wants me to flip over. So I move to my back. My legs are propped up against his body, almost at a 90-degree angle. From this position, I can look him in the eyes as he fucks me. Ever since then, I have spent the majority of my time fucking guys with my eyes glued to theirs. He wanted to see my eyes as he moved closer and closer to climax. And instinctively, I stared back into his… yet not even realizing what was about to happen. His thrusting picked up speed and within a minute he was getting close. His left hand was holding my right leg in place as he fucked into me. Something caught my eye on his hand – a wedding band. Later, I’d find out he was in a LTR with another man and the band was a symbol of their commitment. Some commitment. At this point, though, my mind raced as I thought I was getting my hole bred by a married man. My cock, which virtually went ignored during our entire encounter, was not standing erect and I started to stroke, coming virtually instantly after recognizing what the ring meant. I shot and within seconds he shot too. While mine was all over my stomach and chest, his was buried deep inside of me. After I shot I looked and caught him staring into my eyes again. As he shot, he never once moved his eyes off me, never closed them. Finally, he collapsed on top of me. We kiss for a few moments but after a moment or two, we begin getting ready to head to the showers. I ask him his name and he tells me. Matthew. After my shower I went to the hot tub. He disappeared and I thought that was the end of it. But a moment later he comes out and hands me a piece of paper. It’s his number. Over the next few weeks, we begin seeing more of each. He’s my dream man and I’m his escape from his commitment. He continues to fuck me, 4 or 5 times over the span of 2 weeks, before finally he lets me fuck him. We do it at the bathhouse again, my place and finally his home when his partner was out of town. We continue to fuck for the next several weeks. Eventually, he suggests we should go get tested. I agree and we go and 20 minutes after the blood was drawn, my life changed forever. I came back poz. Looking back, I don’t remember him getting tested. But that has hardly mattered. My life was completely altered. It took about 3 years for me to realize… matthew was my gifter. Now, I think back on that story and my cock will twitch. I masturbate thinking about it 3 or 4 times a year. It’s a special feeling… at first it repulsed me but now… I know he gave me a very special gift. Today, I’m exclusively a top. I haven’t bottomed, really, in years. And every time I shoot a load, I think about Matthew as I lock eyes with my unsuspecting bottom.2 points
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I would LOVE to see Brent Corrigan as a cum dump in a Treasure Island video!!2 points
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The following is how my friend became the prison bitch and is reposted here with his permission. I really am an Ex-con. I spent a very long time in prison. It's been over a decade since I was there though. Most of my sex mental images were formed out of that time. Feel free to ask me questions.... but I'll be honest in my replies. I love adventures. Near public sex. The great outdoors. Sexy soft asses. Giggly girls. Tough bitches. Freaks of all kinds. It doesn't have to be sex, I just like experience. Let's talk. I have been in and out jails, and prison until my last release in 2001. I was 18 when I went to prison the first time. I am not sure what led me down that road... it was a different time, and the world was very different. I never really fit in. I never really found a way to fit in either. The struggles led to a lot of bad decisions. Confused thinking... probably a familiar story now. I was young, very slim, hairless, feminine when I was sent to prison. It was the 80s big hair, rock n roll, drugs, and sex. I was far from helpless. lol, I was in fact, a very violent person even then. However, the prison was a world full of tough guys. It was a world that I would eventually learn to survive in. I was moved from Quarantine to a Prison Psych Hospital within 60 days of my arrival. For further observation and testing. My mind was a mess...it was scary as the decisions I made at this time would follow me everywhere in prison. There really are no secrets in prison, and everyone is some type of predator looking for weakness. Even the inmates at the hospital knew that I had arrived at the prison dressed like a girl. I received countless kites (notes) from inmates from day one. The short version, some promised protection in lieu of sexual favors, others offered money for the same, and some promised violent rape. Everyone waited to see how I would respond. Deep in my heart, I knew, and I knew before I was sent here that I would not survive my entire sentence without someone fucking me. The only real question was did I decide or would someone else decide for me.... who would be in control. It was a lot to think about. I was not interested in being raped... some died from it and the beatings associated with rape were brutal. Further, if I was raped I did not want the rapist to have the power of seeing me weak, screaming or crying... I had to take that power away from him... silently I knew that I would have to be "broke in" I began to evaluate guys trying to figure out who would be discreet and gentle. Shortly after I had decided this course, I was moved to a five-man dorm setting but there was only three of us there. Terry a black guy much older then myself was already my friend and in the dorm, the other guy was heavily medicated. I decided that I would ask my friend to break me in... I had no idea if he would, he never led me to think this way, it was a risk... I wrote a note. That stupid note changed everything. I was no longer a friend... I was a prize. Negotiations between us followed. In the end, we struck a deal... he would be very gentle with me and break me in, and discreet but I would shave like a girl, dress up for him, he would break me in then I'd submit to him the rest of the night. I had to write a note declaring that this was not rape and I asked him to do it. Sign it. I knew that everything was changing... It was like watching my life from outside myself. I could not believe that I was in this position. I was sinking into depression as I stared down at my life unfolding. I was nervous, and he was very eager. He watched with lusting eyes as I prepared myself that evening. Shaving, showering, douche, makeup and finally just panties and a t-shirt. I laid there in my bed thinking as we waited... waited for lights out... waited for our roommate's drugs to kick in and he'd be asleep... waited for the guard to make his round. I was a man of my word, and as the guard passed, I got out of my bed... placed a blanket on the floor between the beds out of sight... Terry was already touching himself... I couldn't help myself I had cut my eyes and seen him. It was dark (lights out) but there was a slim beam of light from the small window in the steel door that allowed me to see non-detailed shapes across the room. I was very nervous... I knew that there was no turning back and everything could change. I was torn... I wanted to back out before it happened and part of me just wanted to be done with it. " No, I had to back out" I turned to say something and was caught off guard as Terry was standing next to me already. Before I could tell him that I had changed my mind he had wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tightly against him pressing his lips to mine... My small frame seemed to melt in his embrace... I was not expecting that! He was treating me like he would a girl... his hands gripped my butt tightly and pulled me against him. I could feel his excitement against my belly through my shirt. At that moment my mind said that I was a girl... I felt like a girl. he was a foot taller then I was.... stronger. My slim 5 ft 5 frame at 119 lbs was overcome with a sense of femininity as it melted against him. He broke from my lips and without a word I knew that it was time. He was already lowering his pants as I turned away and pulled my panties down, slowly got on the floor before him... Laid down on the carefully spread blanket face down.... I placed a pillow under my midsection to raise naked butt in the air slightly offering myself to him as he stood over me. One last look back at him towering there naked... now I was scared again he was much larger then I was. I was sure that this was going to hurt. As he gently kicked my feet apart spreading my legs and lowered himself down onto my back... my mind screamed " You're a damn fool. No one asked to be turned out. Now you're going to spend your life as fuck boy" My self-critical thoughts were interrupted by his weight on me. I felt the coarse hair of his legs against my smooth shaved legs.... closing my eyes I felt everything as if in slow motion.... the hard dick pressed against my ass pulsating, all of his weight crushing me covering me.... the hair on his chest against my back even though the shirts thin material.... I seemed so small beneath him. His hand brushing the long hair from my neck and his lips ... the hot breath on my shoulder as he kissed my neck and shoulder before whispering in my ear, " are you ready?" No need to answer that and he didn't wait for me to respond. His weight lifted and his hands trailed down my back as he knelt between my spread legs. his strong hands pushed the bottom of my shirt up over my naked butt to my waist, as if it was a skirt. they gripped my cheeks and pushed them apart exposing my near virgin hole to his lustful gaze. I just lay there as he poured Baby Oil down the crack of my ass, his hand working in being sure that I was "wet" He lubed his rock hard with desire dick, as I reached back like a wanton whore grasping it pulling it toward me. He lowered himself back down on my back and I guided him home. Its tip pressed against me... suddenly he was in me. I gasped at the suddenness of it. I held my breath to keep from crying out. As I struggled to take it in and adjust to its size. I wanted to scream... to stop... OMG, what had I gotten myself into... My entire body was tense even my toes were curled up and my hands gripped the blanket... he pressed forward, and I realized that he barely in me. Tears welled in my eyes as he slowly pushed his way in... all the way in. He whispered, "relax" I tried but it was still several minutes before I adjusted to his size and the overwhelming pain began to ease allowing to breath. He must have sensed that, as he began to pull out... then back in. My mind raced with thoughts now that I could breathe. I was seeing it as if I was floating above us... my small feminine form beneath him, legs spread... him pumping away and holding me... I felt him sliding in and out of me. Felt his desire and needs for release... muscles tensing... pelvic thrusting against my ass... hot breath on my neck... sweat dripping on me from his labors... I rolled my ankles out opening myself wider for him inviting him deeper. There was no turning back now... I was a bitch. He was pounding away grinding ... there was no more pain. His breathing was labored, and I could feel his dick starting to pulsate... I knew that he was getting ready to cum... totally shocking myself, I blurted out, " cum in me" and he did. then collapsed on my back exhausted from turning me into a bitch. When he had composed himself, he pulled out of me... I suddenly felt empty, his spent juice oozing out slightly in the cool evening air. As I stood I could feel it dripping running down my inner thigh and walked over to toilet area to wipe. When I turned around I saw him staring at me... It was almost time for the guard to make another round, and I pulled my panties back on. It was done... I had been broke in and it wasn't so bad... I returned to my bed where I laid thinking. I laid there knowing that I had changed everything... I was cursing myself out for being weak. Judging myself harshly. Hating that I was willing. telling myself over and over how stupid I was... but excited by the idea of a life here in prison as a girl. I couldn't handle being seen as a bitch... I had liked it and it was too late now anyway, I had dressed like a girl and basically begged a grown man to cum in my ass... My self-judgment was interrupted by the guard's flashlight in the window checking on us... As the guard passed, I got up and went to the sink to better clean up, turned the water on and wet the wash clothes before pulling my panties down to clean up. As I wondered if Terry was still awake, I was startled by his hands around my waist. I felt his hard cock slide between my cheeks across my tenderness... he was clearly awake.... he bent me over the sink right there ready to collect his end of the bargain... "... I'd submit to him the rest of the night" With my panties around my knees, he pushed my feet apart and I remained bent over the sink submitting to him as agreed. He easily entered me this time and wasted no time... it was his reward. Without a word he took what was his... it was all I could do to just brace myself as he pounded away at his treasure... I truly didn't feel like a guy... I felt like a bitch... he was pounding my pussy for what seemed like an eternity before a deep thrust... he was quivering as I felt the now familiar pulse of him cumming followed by the wetness of my hole... his hands grasped my naked ass cheeks... pulling them apart so he could view himself buried spent deep inside me. I can only imagine what it may have looked like... he seemed happy to be there... I felt him pull out.... the spent juice again dripping down my thighs...I tried to wipe but it was just kept oozing out. I was full of cum and my pussy was not tightening back up as before... I stepped out of my panties and went over to the toilet to try and push his cum out of me. He followed me ... my mind screamed, " Damm you're not done" As I sat down, he walked right up to me...his softening dick glistened in the window light... he smelt of sex. Heavy musky scent combined with baby oil. I felt so submissive... so feminine. He pushed his midsection toward me until the tip of his dick touched my lips... I hadn't thought about this occurring. I just assumed fucking me was the thing... his hands caressed my long hair as I parted my lips slightly and he pushed himself past them into my mouth. the smell was repulsive... I wanted to pull away. He must have sensed it as he gripped my head tighter... almost like I knew what to do my hands went to his thighs and I began to relax... my nose against his belly my tongue caressed the bottom of his dick. It jumped into my mouth and began to harden. I started to apply sucking and his grip lessened on my head. I looked up into the darkness as if seeking his approval. I began to instinctive do what was being asked of me. my hand grasped his member, my tongue feverishly licked and caressed it as my lips held it firmly sliding up and down its shaft... eagerly sucking it back to life...my eyes searching begging for a sign that I was being a good girl seeking his approval. It didn't take long for him to be rock hard in my warm loving mouth, then throbbing, jumping and pulsating as he exploded. it tasted salty and thick and smelt heavy... tears ran down my cheeks as I choked gagged but swallowed his spent cum... I had never knelt before a man, much less had a dick in my mouth... What a pathetic man I had chose to be... even now I imagine the scene... 18 yr old kid, 119 lbs, 5 5 slim feminine long hair, white shirt smooth soft legs escaping beneath it. seated on a toilet, cum dripping from his ass, mid thirties hairy black man, standing before him, hard dick shoved in the tear streaked face... cum dribbling across the red lips... it was not a vision that I would see for long as he was not done... lifting me up from my submissive position I turned away... tired but willing i spread my legs wide and bent over the toilet so he could take me again... he did. That is how my first time in prison went. That one night changed my life forever. It did not take long for those events to be known... I could not hide the fact that my legs were shaved and with group showers it was quickly noticed. Within a matter of days, even outside of the hospital, in the general population of Riverside correctional facility everyone was talking about the "fine ass sissy" in the psych ward... me. If you like this and want more friend me or follow me... ask me anything. Please try to understand, that most my pictures are from a time gone by now... I am old now and the those days are gone for me.... however I do enjoy relieving the memories here with you all... Thank you.1 point
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[This is another story from long ago that I found on my hard drive. It needed lots of reformatting, so I will be posting it in installments. I did not write this; I just tried to clean it up a bit for readability] Last weekend I was stuck without a car. I thought the weekend was going to suck. I was hanging out in my apartment, bored, surfing the net. I came across a page for a local bath house. What the hell! I had heard a lot of stories about bath houses, but I had never been to one. I called a cab, and headed down. I was nervous and excited. I had spent plenty of time cruising ABS and online, but I had never seen anything like the stories I had heard about the baths. I got one of the large rooms, which had a TV and several channels to choose from. I saw that in one movie the men were barebacking. As I undressed, I watched a hot scene where this guy was getting fucked in the woods. The top was hung and uncut. I was mesmerized by the sight of his bare cock sliding in and out of the bottom's ass made me incredibly horny even though I knew I could never let a stranger fuck me bareback. I had recently discovered the joys of being a bottom, and I decided to go out and find some cock. As I explored the premises, I saw that many guys just left the doors to their room open. In several rooms, guys were fucking and sucking. As I walked past one room, I saw one guy getting fucked as he sucked off another guy. I paused, watching the hot scene. The guy with his dick buried in the bottom's ass told me to come in. I did, just as the bottom called it quits. He said he needed a rest. After he left, I sat on the bed with the two guys. They were about my age, 25 or so, and both had cocks at least 8 inches. One guy was uncut. I love uncut cock; the first guy who fucked me had a thick, 8" uncut cock, and it felt so good. I took off my towel, and started to suck on the uncut beauty in front of me. The other guy got up to shut the door. I told him he could leave it open, but he said he and his friend wanted me all to themselves. As I sucked my uncut stud, the other guy started rimming me. I love to have my ass eaten. In fact the first time I got fucked, it was because the guy did such a great job licking my hole, that I had to let him fuck me. My head was spinning from the joint I smoked before I left my house. The guy behind me stopped licking my ass. He moved up to put his cock against my hole. I asked him to put on a condom. He said ok, and then asked me if I partied. I didn't know what he meant, but I told him I was up for anything. He asked if I had ever done Tina. “What is it?” I said, feeling like a nerd. The best sex drug in the world, he told me. "Ok. Whatever. I'll do it." He and his friend smiled, and brought out a glass pipe. I asked what I was supposed to do. His friend put some stuff that looked like little bits of rock in the pipe. I leaned forward, and put the pipe to my lips. The guy lit a butane lighter and started heating the stuff in the pipe. The pipe filled with white vapor. "Take a hit," he said. I took a deep hit, held it for a second and exhaled. They urged me to keep going. I took several more large hits. OH MY GOD - did I feel great. I was incredibly happy and even more horny than I had been a few minutes ago. The guy who had tried to fuck me asked me to suck his dick. I eagerly sucked his cock into my mouth. He had gone soft, but as I sucked him, I could feel his dick getting hard in my mouth. I had never enjoyed sucking a cock so much. I was able to deep throat him, something I normally couldn't do with a guy his size. As I sucked him, the other guy asked me if I did poppers. I said I never had, but I would do anything he recommended. He held the bottle under my nose and told me to inhale. My head started spinning and my hunger for cock went out of control. I asked the uncut guy to fuck me. He asked me if I had ever been fucked bareback. I said "no, never." He asked me if I wanted to feel his cock shooting inside of me. Between the tina and the poppers, I was out of control. "Just give me that beautiful cock!" He drizzled some lube on my ass and started rubbing his cock up and down my crack. He told me to do more of the poppers. I took several deep hits. Finally he placed the head of his cock against my asshole and gave a little push. Only about half of the head of his tool went in. I moaned. I had no idea that anything could feel so good. Slowly, he slid his cock into me. The first time I got fucked, it hurt at first, but then later started to feel good. Not this time. As he buried his massive dick in my ass, all I felt was pleasure. I couldn't believe the difference between being fucked with a condom and being fucked bareback. It was so much better. I started sucking on his partner again as he fucked me. I couldn't believe how crazy I felt. I wanted to do anything for these guys. I told them to fuck the hell out of me. Finally, the guy fucking me told me he was going to cum. The idea of taking his load in my ass drove me wild. He grunted, and buried himself deep in my ass. I could feel his cock pulse, and then I felt his cum spurting in my ass. Suddenly, my ass was filled with his cum. I was surprised at how warm it felt. He took a minute to catch his breath, and then pulled his cock out of me. I sat there, feeling the warm, squishy feeling of an ass full of cum. His friend said it was his turn to fuck me. I put myself face down, ass up on the edge of the bed and told him how much I needed more cock in my hole. He slid in easily, lubricated by his friends load. He started fucking me with long, slow strokes. It felt so good. His friend handed me the popper's bottle, and my head started spinning again. His cock was huge and hard, and he knew how to use it. I have no idea how long he fucked me, but it was at least 20 minutes. Finally, he said he was going to cum. He buried himself in me and again I felt cum spurting against the inside of my ass. It was so hot. It felt so nasty and forbidden and so incredibly right. I knew this was not the last time I was going to get barebacked.1 point
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Living near a state park has its benefits. You meat lots of interesting types. Well, there are days when there no one’s around; but on other days the park is full of Gay men cruisin’. Mine was the only car in the lot when I pulled in, so I parked and started down the vine-glad trail to the lake when I saw a tow truck drive in. I reached the lake and sat down at a picnic bench. I had a lot to contemplate. I‘d just returned from the Doc who told me my Viral Load had spiraled out of control and my T-Cells had fallen below AIDS. I stared at the three indecipherables he’d written me. Still I wasn’t sure I was ready to go on Meds, but I wanted to keep all my options on the table. So I stuffed ‘em in my pocket and promptly forgot about them. I heard foot steps as the driver approached. Still preoccupied and figuring it was some guy cruisin’, I said “Hi,” but didn’t look up. He took his cell phone and slammed on the table beside me. I jumped. “Bad day?” I asked apprehensively, half prepared to ward off blows. He blurted out his wife had left him for his best friend. Tsk! Tsk! Another Breeder gone awry! But he wanted get it off his chest, and I was relieved to put that AIDS crap out of my mind, so we discussed his issues, not mine. He’d said he’d suspected she was messin’ around, but not with his best friend. He wasn’t exactly model material, but not bad for an average joe—tall, slimly built, with sideburns, and big gray-brown eyes. The cap concealed much of his face, but he looked good enough to eat. I hadn’t had sex, and I was hungry. He wore a pair of old jeans, threadbare at the knees, and an oil-stained gray worker’s shirt. A real blue collar kind of guy. His name was Stevie, or so I found out later. He’d been married for ten years and had worked hard to give her everything—but for most women hard is not enough. I couldn’t help but take a gander at his crotch, and what a crotch it was! What foolhardy bitch would give that up? I watched as he talked—full, sensuous lips, nose a little too large, strong and powerful hands, fully capable of putting out. He got up and walked down to the lake. Yep, his jeans were tight enough. And there was a small hole below his wallet pocket where alluring flesh showed through. He turned and caught me staring at him. “Married?” he asked. “No,” I replied. “Good for you!” He came back to the picnic table and sat down beside me. After pregnant silence, he sniffed the air. “You smell real nice.” “I just came from the Doctor’s office.” “Nothing serious, I hope.” “Nothing I can’t live without.” We laughed and stared into each others’ eyes. “You gay?” “What do you think?” A pregnant pause. “I think yes.” “That bother you?” “To each his own.” The conversation had taken my kind of turn, and I didn’t want to let it drop. I took a chance and let my hand fall to his thigh. I figured he might expect that from a gay. He didn’t cringe nor shrink away. I pretended to brush my hair out of my eyes, and let my hand fall on his crotch. A tiny moan. So he’d come there for consolation, after all! Emboldened I massaged circles on his bulge. A groan! Full steam ahead! Glancing about to make sure we were still alone, I unzipped his jeans and licked at his cotton briefs. He’d zombied out on me. I pulled down his briefs, exposing a tumescent cock. Dead Giveaway #1. A drop of precum said it all. He didn’t have to say a word. I let my tongue caress his frenum and whisked it away. “Man, that was sweet!” Torpidity—I didn’t know what was going through his mind, but it was too late to stop! I’d started something I had to finish. Besides, it’d be a shame to let this Breeder go to waste. Checking to see we were alone, I sucked his dickhead in my mouth. No longer able to suppress his lust, he rammed it down my throat. Compliantly, he shifted as I tugged at his jeans. Stubbornly his sweaty briefs clung to his thighs, but I finally got them down around his knees. I cupped his sweaty, cum-filled balls, sucking each into my mouth. He moaned again as I ran my tongue over his dickhead. “Man, I’m gonna’ shoot!” In total abandonment he plowed in and out. His thick black pubes grazed my lips and mouth. Before my gag reflex kicked in, his sweet NEG cum spurted down my throat. I became aware my ass was wet. After all, it had been a week! He fell back on the table. I kept that dickhead in my mouth, determined to suck up every drop of NEG manseed. “Man, I needed that!” I invited him over for a beer, and the Tow Truck followed my car. So what was a POZ guy like me doing foolin’ around with a NEG married man? Well, I’ll tell let me clue you in, my friend. You gotta take what cums along. Besides, I had something special to offer him. He parked on the street, and I in the garage. We started kissing before the garage door was fully down. As I’d hoped, his hands went straight for my butt. I led him to the bedroom and undressed his ass. I dropped to my knees, licked his dick through sweaty shorts, and felt up his legs and butt. I made short shrift of those damp jockeys, and before me stood was one very nicely built straight NEG married man. His dick stuck straight out with ever so slight a curve up and out. But I sensed he still hadn’t come to terms with what we were about to do. “Your wife never sucked you off?” “Hell, no! She hated cum.” “She like gettin’ fucked?” “Said it hurt a lot.“ I told him point blank his dick was just right for those of us who love it big, thick, and NEG. Well, forget the POZ/NEG part for now. I’d let nature take its course. I pushed him back on the bed, got down between his legs, and sucked him off, mouthing his balls, one egg at a time. Meekly he lifted his leg and I got my first glimpse of his sweet mancunt. I determined then and there to have that pussy before the night was through! My tongue darted in and out of his A-Hole, rimming his butt like it was goin’ outta style. For a moment I thought he'd bust a gut, especially when, without being bidden, he held his ass cheeks apart and pushed back to meat my tongue. “GODDAMN!” rolled off his lips. He was like putty in my mouth. I pulled him up, and we kissed—Gay, Man-to-Man. I spit between his lips. He swallowed eagerly. His hands were all over me—feeling, touching, caressing, rubbing. His fingers went to my cunt. For a novice, he sure knew the right moves. I let out a moan when he touched my pussy. “I’d love to fuck you.” “I’d love for you to fuck me, too.” “Use condoms or anything?” I grabbed the Vaseline and massaged a big gob on his shaft. I inched up astride him, lined up his big dick with my ass cunt and slid down on him. As I rode his pole, he began pumping like I was the first real fuck of his life. In a sense I suppose I was. I rolled us over until I was on my back. Then I lifted my legs astride his broad shoulders, which made him the Aggressor. No denying that. He fucked like he was trying to get his whole body into mine; and, between us, we made sloppy fucking sounds. His breathing grew labored. He pulled all the way out and rammed it back in. Twice more and then he shot—so hard I thought we’d both pass out. I used my ass muscles to milk his dick, craving every drop of Sweet NEG Cum—assuming he was still NEG. He fell atop me, his dick inside me. I rubbed his ass, thinking what a ass it was—nice, tight, firm, smooth to the touch. And soon it would to be mine! His cock came out, still semi-hard, so I knelt down and sucked it clean of NEG Cum and POZ ass juice. “HOT DAMN! That was great!” He didn’t know how SPECIAL it was! Doubting his inexperience, I asked if he’d ever been with a man before. He probably lied when he replied he’d never been with a guy before. And I was more determined than ever to help him convert. But the dude had drifted off. I stared at him wondering how he’d gotten so fucked up, getting hitched with some stupid bitch, when he was obviously naturally gay. He opened his eyes and caught me staring at him. “I’d like to try getting fucked sometime. “ “I think that can be arranged.” The guy was just beggin’ to be BRED! An opportunity like that doesn’t cum along everyday. And you gotta strike while the iron is hot! Again he dozed, as I lay there plotting my next move.1 point
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I suppose I just have to much of a kinky side to have ever lived a vanilla life. It was my wild side that got me into trouble one night when I hooked up online looking for some sort of group or exhibitionist scene. I met an older white guy into 20y.o. latin guys (me) who said he'd be willing to fuck me at a particularly cruisy park. The deal was that while I was there I was his boy; I obeyed his instructions and did only what and whom he told me to do, but my terms were no fucking without rubbers and nothing that would land me in jail. It sounded like a pretty hot scene and the guy had a talent for dirty talk, so I agreed to meet him there in an hour, showered and douched. When I arrived, I was glad I had come. He was a stacked fifty-something white daddy type that totally fit my domination fantasies. He gripped my head in his hands and delivered a big, intrusive mouth kiss to make his claim, and then spat on my face at the end of it just to seal the deal. My hands started to wander over his body, but he grabbed them and pushed his face up close to mine. "The deal was you only do what I say. That clear, boy?" I was loving it. He led me up a path in the park to a relatively secluded area surrounded by trees and bushes and pushed me to my knees, pulling out an impressively sized cock for me to suck on. I have a gift for sucking dick, and it didn't take him long to become rock hard in my mouth. I was so absorbed in the process that I was only vaguely aware that we had company, but when he motioned for me to stand up again I realized we were surrounded by five other guys. This was about the tipping point for me between "hot sex fantasy" and "situation I can't control or escape from if this goes bad," so I was pretty nervous. The daddy commanded me to lean against the tree so that he could eat out my ass. "Getting nervous," I whispered, to which he slapped my ass and told me to follow orders. I did, but my eyes were tracking the guys, who were now had their pants down and were pulling at their dicks. That said, it became hard to focus on anything once daddy started eating my ass. He had a beard that tickled my ass when he ate it out and drove me wild. While he was doing that he pulled out a bottle of lube and greased up his dick, although I was entirely sure if he was into fucking or if he was just jacking off. That became clear after a few minutes when he pulled his mouth off my ass and immediately positioned his cock to slide inside me. I reached into my pocket for a condom before he could push in. He grabbed me by the chest and pushed me close to him, his dick right up against my ass, which was struggling to stay closed against him. "Condom," I said, holding the wrapper up. "I want your sweet little ass raw, baby," he responded, trying to push inside me. Somewhat more sharply I said, "We had a deal." He chuckled at that. "And here I had to go and find me the one bottom with a spine." He wrapped the condom over his dick and relubed before positioning himself at my ass and bending me forward again. I grabbed the tree for support and braced myself, trying to relax in the somewhat awkward position of not being on an even surface, but he was surprisingly gentle entering me. I love a rough fuck as much as the next bottom, but I always appreciate tops who know to start off slow and work up to it. At this point one of the guys came up to my face, which was at crotch level, and held out an eight or nine inch dick in front of my mouth. I was watering to suck it while daddy fucked me, but I knew the rules of the game, so I didn't do anything. I figured even asking would be wrong. Disloyal, perhaps. If he wanted me to do it, he would offer. The man became more insistent, even grabbing my head, but I didn't respond. The man looked up at daddy and said, "I thought this one was just a hook-up? You been training him to take orders?" "Nope, seems he's a natural." Wait, shit, they knew each other? The man in front of me said, "Well, order him to suck my dick. I'm getting blue balls standing here." "Boy, these men are my friends, and you are going to suck them and let them fuck you same as me. Understood? Suddenly I wasn't so sure I was up for a starring role in an orgy, but no use complaining about it. "Yes sir," said with more certainty than I felt. I immediately started sucking on his dick, taking it all the way down my throat for as long as I could stand and then resurfacing for air. One of my favorite tricks is to lick the balls while I am all the way down on a dick, and the guy was loving it. It also distracted me from what Daddy, who had been building up speed. I think maybe he felt like he needed to get my attention again, because without warning he pulled his dick all the way out and rammed it all the way into me again, causing me to yelp slightly and tighten. He did it again and again in rapid succession, until on the fifth or sixth time my ass was able to stay a bit more relaxed rather than automatically tightening. Then he started power fucking me while slapping my ass. My prostate can only take so much intense stimulation from being punch fucked all at once, and the feeling had become so intense that it was passing pleasure and becoming painful. I should maybe be greatful for the fact that he had size, technique and style, but endurance less so. He only fucked me for about five minutes before he he came loudly, pulling me up to bite my neck and ride out the aftershocks of his orgasm in my ass. All at once he pulled out and ripped the condom off. He turned me around and presented my ass for the guy I had been sucking, whom I dutifully provided another condom to. This guy was not shy about ramming it in all at once; fortunately his dick was maybe slightly longer than daddy's but not nearly as thick, and I was able to take it pretty well. I try to avoid using poppers too much, but I figured at this point surviving the night would mean pulling out all the stops, so I pulled out my "Emergency, in case of getting gangbanged" bottle from my pocket and took a couple of deep hits before sucking the next man's dick. The second stranger definitely had stamina, and was probably showing off a bit for his friends. He would pull all the way out and in, do circle motions, fuck hard and then slow and then hard again. I was more or less just along for the ride, so I just focused on my mouth and keeping my balance. When he finally came, he was so loud that I was afraid he would alert the entire park. The next guy told me to take off all of my clothing. I looked to daddy for confirmation, but he just nodded, so I obeyed, grateful that it was a warm night and I hadn't brought my phone or wallet into the park with me. He fucked me on my back in the dirt, with my legs on his shoulders. He was a white dude who wanted me to call him "papi" and liked to pull all the way out of my ass while he was fucking me and then just barely stick the head back in several times before forcing it all the way back in. After maybe the fourth time doing this he paused before putting it back in my ass, which set off my alarms. It was the first moment I suspected someone of tampering with the condoms, and I asked him if it was still on and tried to reach back. He assured me it was, but batted my hand away. I tried again, and he pinned my hands down and force fucked me while staring directly into my eyes. At this point I figured I had done my due diligence and decided to take it on faith and enjoy the ride; if he was lying there wasn't much I could do at this point anyway, and he was my favorite top of the lot so far anyway. He rode me like that for another two or three minutes before coming silently, still staring straight into my eyes, shaking with the force of cumming but not uttering a word. The next guy was an older latin guy, athletic but wiry and with a beautiful big dick. He was also the most sadistic of the group. he started off slapping his dick on my face and force fucking my throat until I was gagging, which I'm pretty good about controlling under most circumstances. He slapped my face with his hand hard enough to hurt and then made me beg for him to do it again. Generally he pushed me just a little bit farther than I wanted to go, which was clearly the point. Then he had told me to stand up and face Daddy, which I did. He stuffed my own underwear in my mouth as a gag, and had Daddy hold me tightly, pinning my arms to my sides. In rapid succession he stuck one, two, then three unlubed fingers into my ass, which hurt like hell the way he did it. With daddy holding me, he brought the fingers up to my face and smeared them on my face and nose. "Smell that, bitch? That's the smell of the loads of the four guys who just fucked you. All of the guys here have been popping the condoms when they fuck you. I'm not even going to bother faking the rubber." Wait, what? Fuck, fuck, fuck! I looked into Daddy's eyes, who smiled almost gently and cooed, "Shhh, what does it matter now? It's done. Just relax. Just enjoy it." And here's where someone else, a more dominant guy, someone who wasn't as kinky or as horny as me would have acted differently. That guy would have fought back like hell, maybe get the shit beaten out of him but not given into this on principle and maybe gotten away at that point. But me? I thought, "you're right, what's the point?" It's not like I could deny that being barebacked was a huge turn-on, and whatever damage was done was already taking its course. I could always see the emergency clinic tomorrow about Plan B or PEP or whatever it was called. Tonight, I might as well enjoy getting fucked. So I didn't scream or cry or fight. With some effort, I spat the underwear in my mouth out and looked Daddy in the eye. "Kiss me, sir." "Fuck you, you don't give orders, kid." Not backing down I said, "Fuck you, you didn't keep your end. Kiss me." He did, forcefully and passionately, conceding even while he reasserted his dominance with his lips and tongue. Meanwhile, the guy behind me lubed up and put his head at my hole. I knew this was going to be brutal, and sure enough he fucked me as hard as any of them for a good fifteen minutes without ever taking a break or going gentle. He taunted me, saying things like, "Maybe before you came into this park tonight you were a man. Now you are nothing more than a cumpdump and a faggot. You will never be anything more than that after tonight. After tonight you'll only ever be good for taking loads from real men. Beg me for my load to fill up your faggot ass." When he finally came he must have shot ten wads into my ass while he whispered, "I'm breeding your ass. I'm breeding you. I'm going to make you pregnant with my babies, a real man's babies, you little cocksucking whore." Even as he was going soft he didn't pull out. Instead, I felt a flood of warmth deep in my ass as I realized that he was unloading his piss inside of me. Apparently this really did it for the next guy, who fucked my piss soaked ass and didn't last more than a minute before cumming. To each their own, I guess. I thought the final guy in the group was also going to fuck me too, but he made me kneel in front of him while he said, "I don't fuck used up whores." I had to admit, that successfully stung a bit after everything I had just been through. He told me to open my mouth, and let loose a stream of piss that started there but then covered my face and body before zipping back up and walking away. Daddy shoved me over a low branch, saying, "you stink, faggot." This didn't stop him and two of the other guys from fucking again and pissing in my mouth and ass, respectively. Oddly it wasn't hurting; I was feeling a bit light-headed and very horny. Later I pieced together that some of the dudes must have been high and when they pissed on/in me I was getting a contact high. All I knew was that I suddenly went from resigned to eager about the idea of taking their cum inside me. Fortunately, Daddy came prepared with a towel and some sanitizer so that I could clean up a little. The other guys took off one by one, until Daddy and the sadist (who went by Jesse) were the only ones left. Jesse was the last to cum in me for the second time, and as he was finishing he looked up at Daddy he said, "Any chance I could borrow your new toy for a day?" Daddy looked nonplussed. "I like this one. I might just keep him. Besides, you tend to break your toys." Jesse raised a hand and said, "you'll get him in mint condition. Or at least not any worse than whatever condition he's in now. Thing is, I still don't think this bitch has truly accepted his place in the world as a cumpdump for real men, and I have some thoughts one how to go about making him see the light. Just one day. We'll meet you at the baths tomorrow night and he'll be all yours. I think you'll like the results." I sat there numbly, Jesse's dick still dribbling cum into my ass, realizing that they were talking about me like meat and I didn't particularly seem to mind. And while I didn't really want to go with Jesse, if Daddy said yes, I knew I would. Daddy considered it for a bit, then said, "Fine, one day, all limbs attached and no permanent psychic scarring. Boy, you follow him like it's me, understood?" Jesse responded with a wicked smile: "cross my heart. Come on, kid, you can pick up your car tomorrow night. Your coming with me now." I nodded to Daddy and followed Jesse out of the park and into my new life.1 point
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This happened this last summer when everything was locked down for Covid. My husband used to drive for Lyft, and was friendly with a group of homeless people in certain areas of metro Detroit. We were bored, so we decided to take a drive and see if we could get into some trouble. He had me wear a jockstrap, and some short shorts, sitting in the backseat fucking my hole with a dildo while we drove around. We went to the neighborhood, and spoke to some of his the homeless people he’s friendly with to see if they wanted to fuck me. Tommy, this 20 something straight guy decided he’d let me suck his dick, and if it felt good he’d fuck me. He’s got a semi hairy chest, and a big full bush, which absolutely turns me on. He’s about 5’7”, and 150 lbs, which is a frame that is a lot smaller than mine. (I’m 5’10, and 196). He’s cute, but this is not my type, but I’m a slut, and here we are. So I get on my knees in the dark alley behind this dilapidated bank, where they’ve been sleeping, and start sucking his dick. I thought it would smell and taste horrible, but it was surprisingly sweet tasting. His cut dick got hard almost instantly, and was at least 8” long, and about 5” around, he kept whispering “fuck”, and “holy shit. You really know how to suck a dick”. After a few minutes he said “alright, let me see that pussy.” We head over to where this huge bank door where I can lean over and get my balance. I pull my shorts down, and Tommy blurted out “god damn. That’s a nice fucking ass.” I could feel myself blushing, because this straight guy, who despite being homeless, was incredibly attractive. He takes my ass and spits on my hole, putting a finger up in me to see what it feels like. He liked that it was already loosened up because of the dildo, and creamy. He said “this feels as smooth and tight as a pussy”, and I responded “make it your pussy tonight”. Me saying that kinda turned him on, and he spit on his dick. He plays with my hole with the tip, and asked if I was ready, which I responded “always”. He slowly inches it in, and fucks a little deeper with every stroke, until finally he gets it all the way in. He stops. His breathing is strained, and he just keeps muttering “fuck, fuck, fuck. This feels so good”. His strokes are uneven, and awkward, and you clearly tell he’s very awkward. He finally gets his bearings, and gets his stroke to a very steady rhythm. He mutters “ I’m gonna make you my bitch. You’re gonna let me nut in you, aren’t you slut”, with me moaning “yes, baby, yes. Give me all that cum”. I’m leaking precum so bad at this point. He keeps pumping my hole harder and faster, making me moan so loudly, and I knew it was almost time. He grunts this primal, throaty noise, and pulls my ass so he’s balls deep in me. He starts to cum, and just keeps saying over and over again “oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhhh fuuuuuck”, and I can feel him throbbing inside of me. I reach between my legs and cup his hairy balls, feeling them pulse with every contraction. He pulls out, and I turn around to suck his dick clean. Which isn’t something straight people do lol. Anyway, this was my first experience with a homeless man, but not my last. to be continued...1 point
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Had a great day at WET today, I may be helping the raw scene there 😬 in the first half hour took a huge load off a hot Arab guy (pretty sure he pumped his cock with saline) huge cock, rough fucker...first n huge load, bout an hour later a 6ft + African guy slammed a massive load in my ass... Shower, spa, sauna...swallowed a muscle boys load in the steam room, as a big muscle bear grabbed my ass n blew a load over it....next a tall muscly guy...Eastern European maybe fucked me rough as for bout ten minutes in the steam room...slammed handheld his cock deep and blew...I cuddled with an older daddy bear for an hour, just kissing...till he grabbed my head and blew in my beard and down my throat. showered again...and I saw a beautiful Russian bear, huge guy...cute as a motherfucker...so I molested him till he couldn’t help it but shove his cock in my ass raw (after he said he only uses rubbers) he must of been close cause he pumped my ass fuckin hard..2 min later collapsed on top of me...both of us dripping with sweat...fuck he smelt amazing...can still smell his pits in my beard, he held my ass so tight against him and he blew the biggest fuckin load into my ass...he slowly pulled out shoved three fingers up there to shove it in..he said keep it in there....I want that ass again soon...hot as fuck thick Russian accent..... sooo good day in all....Late birthday breeding for me 👍🏼🥳🍆1 point
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Precovid in a sleazy sex club in Lisbon. It was on a quiet week night, and only a handful of older sleazy tops waiting for a willing bottom. I was horny all day and so ready to take anything that was big and hard. I leaked precum the whole taxi ride over. I entered and stripped to my harness and then did a few lines of coke in the toilet to get the night started. As I walked out, a lanky hung daddy grabbed me by the nipples and led me to the middle bench. He knelt me on the bench, passed me fresh poppers and ate me out in front of these other tops who started gather. I was the only bottom, let alone an asian twink (some kind of hot commodity for the night I guess). He fucked me from the back as he whispered disgusting things for a good half hour in front of all these tops waiting their turn. His breath was terrible, somehow this made it so much hotter. When he was done, a few tops used me in the sing but then it’s a blur. All I remember is walking hours later to have a cigarette. I was so embrassed when I got up, my trousers were all sticky where my boy pussy was. what a great night, realised that I’m a huge exhibitionist1 point
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I don’t think there is a standard time to get cleaned out, I use the bulb and sometimes takes me like 15 min and sometimes more like 45 to 1 hour, and usually stay clean until next day. Another bottom cumdump once told me he take anti diarrhea one or 2 hours before getting his ass douche and that will keep him clean for very long time I don’t know if that really works I’ve never tried myself. But what I do is I use the bulb as many times as needed until water comes out clean then I wait 5 minutes and I use a dildo and fuck my ass as I know the tops will, if dildo comes clean then I know I good to go 😉1 point
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I’m poz too I seroconverted January of 2016. Like you said I made the choice to bareback and got the HIV virus after a few years. I’m I sad that I’m not negative anymore no. I get horny accepting being a poz gay man.1 point
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Its hard to explain. But in a matter of minutes, my fright had turned to eagerness. I was horny for their loads. Their toxic POZ loads. The fact that these guys systematically brought guys in, trained them to take cum, and then whored them out to all kind of men - it turned me on so hard. Sleazy, promiscous, horny, raunchy, dirty, verbal, dominant and rough were all quite fitting adjectives. And I loved it. Michael went down to my hole, eating it good and well, while Peter prepped me verbally for what was going to happen. "okay, slut. ready?" "Yes, sir", i responded. "you know, i always give a chance to regret... just in case...." he said, but it was obvious what my answer would be. "No sir, i want it." "okay, then. So, this is what we will do. Michael will breed you first. He probably comes quite quickly, and prefers to go quite rough. But he comes a lot. He has saved for days for you." IT was at this point i realised that I was hunted down, not just randomly picked up. They had really planned this. "Thats perfect with me. My hole is all yours now." I responded. "great, slut, just as it should. After Michael has shot his load inside you, I will go down there, lick and tease your hole. We want you to work that load down your gut again and pus it out in my mouth. I love to felch a hot load out an open ass, preferably toxic sperm. So when you push into my mouth I want it all, not just a portion. Everything. " "Oh, fuck. that sounds hot!" "When my mouth is full", Peter continued, "I will move up, and give it to you. Dont swallow, cause well use it well, all three of us. Ill push my huge hard cock inside you, and breed you while we kiss and make out with all that poz cum. I have good control of my cumming, so Ill use a long time on you. Then, in the end I will give you my POZ load too. And you will have toxic sperm in both mouth and ass. Our two toxic loads inside your body." Michael took a break from my hole, looked up on me and said "Fucking hell, lets do this!" And we did. ... _____1 point
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Chapter 2. The next morning over breakfast, I asked my boy if he wanted me to stretch him out some more and try out some more cum play. He smiled across the table with that same shy mischievous grin, and then asked what I had in mind. I told him we’d be taking a few days off from rawfucking to get his hole relatively tight again, but we’d jerk off daily. Each time we came for the next few days, we shot our loads into a jar and kept it in the fridge. I know I added a load more than once a day and I’m sure he did too. By the weekend, the jar was obscenely splattered with a good half inch of our combined milky seed. I got my boy to lean back and lapped at his puckered ass, savoring its tightness. With no abuse, he was tighter than he’d been in months. I tongue fucked him as his hole began to relax and then dipped my fingers in the cum jar. Fresh from the fridge, the goo was cold and thick, but it did a great job of lubing his ass. It tasted so good and I loved how his greedy hole seemed to suck it in. In that moment, savoring the sight of his cum-lubed hole, I grabbed my phone and shot a few pics. I snapped as my raw cock, slimy with cum, slid into his hole. I got a great pic of his hole clinging outward as I reared back, then sucking in as I slammed forward. I shot a big load into him, but with his hole already so wet, it hardly made a difference. I knew I would stay hard for bit and pulled out to replace my cock with the dildo. I slid it’s full length into him. As he tried to dig his fingertips into his hole, I swatted them away and slid my own hard cock into him alongside that fake dick. He wailed, loving the sensation of having his ass split open by two cocks. He shouted out that he wanted to feel two real raw cocks in his ass. I got him to talk dirty and confess he wanted to feel two real raw cocks in his ass. ‘What about the lube,’ I asked. He moaned back begging for me to keep his ass full of cum. Of course, that made me come immediately and he blasted all over his chest without even touching his cock. As I smeared his seed onto my cock and fucked it back into him, I asked him if he was really sure of what he wanted. He almost seemed ashamed to admit it, but I smiled and told him that I was loving his piggy side coming out more and more. Her hung his head and sighed that he was afraid he’d keeping wanting more and more and not be able to stop, going as far as taking POZ cum. The thought of that clearly freaked him out as much as it turned him on. I hugged him and told him I’d be there to make sure he was safe, more or less, and could just enjoy the sex. Besides, taking two cocks at once wasn’t really so filthy. Now, ten, that’d be a different story. He just grinned at me playing with his sopping pussy, saying how hot it would be to take a load from a stranger and not even see his face. I asked how he’d feel about taking a load without knowing the guy’s status. His cock sprang right back to life and I slowly massaged his balls saying that guys who fuck raw are bound to take POZ seed sooner or later. I kept talking dirty until he came again, his thick load dripping down his shaft. We held each other as we drifted off to sleep, his ass leaking loads into a cool puddle on the bed, and me hatching a plan to get another guy’s cum and cock deep into my boy’s guts. To be continued...1 point
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My mum had it last week. As yet, she’s displayed no compulsion to go out and buy Microsoft products, so I guess the foil-hatters’ fears about Bill Gates were unfounded.1 point
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PART 22 The room was very small, maybe 10 feet by 8 feet, so it was very easy for him to nudge me towards the bed. He pulled what i recognized as a poppers bottle out of his waistband and set it on top of the small locker next to the bed. Within seconds his towel was off and he tossed it on the bed and reached down to undo my towel. It was not very bright in the room but i could take a longer look. His short spat and pepper hair was thinning and his cheekbones were more prominent because he was so thin. I couldn’t decide if he just looked runner thin or sickly. He was on the edge of the two. I let my eyes drop past his flat chest and lean waist and that’s why i finally saw his cock. He was semi hard, but even semi hard he was big. I couldn’t wait to see it rock hard. What really struck me though was that if his cock was big, his balls were huge. His sac was loose and in it, hung these two orbs that looked almost as big as eggs. How much cum must balls that huge produce? He quickly got my towel open, as i sat on the bed with my legs dangling off the edge. He grinned as he looked down and closed the distance between us. His cock was now inches from my face and he began to gently stroke it. I was very very aware that we had spoken maybe ten total words. It turned me on even more. I was in a room with a hot older guy naked and watching him stroke his beautiful penis. And it was getting harder. That big mushroom tip. Thick veiny shaft so rigid. My mouth opened as i leaned forward and with my tongue outstretched, took the head into my mouth. It laid in my tongue as my lips wrapped around it and i felt him push forward as he fed me his shaft. I concentrated on relaxing my throat and used my tongue to work his cock as he began to gently pump my mouth. I could feel him fumbling for something and looked up to see him holding the popper bottle as he brought it down to my nostril and pushed the other side shut as i instinctively huffed. His Dick never left my mouth as he switched sides and i took another deep hit. As the poppers hit, so did my need to have all of his cock in my throat. I put all of my effort into accepting it and soon had his shortly cut pubes pressing into my face. Again and again i pushed myself all the down on eight solid inches of man cock and gagged myself. I was drooling spit down my chin and just loving worshipping his cock. He took turns fucking my face and letting me fuck my own mouth onto his manhood. I ignored my own rock hard leaking cock. All that mattered was this stranger’s giant penis. I wanted to please him. Finally, after a few minutes of using my mouth, he pulled me off his cock and dropped to his knees.gripping my calves, he pushed them up and out spreading me wide open with my ass hanging off the edge of the bed. His head dipped down and i felt his rough beard brush my asscheeks and heard him draw a deep breath through his nose. He did it again and it occurred to me that he was trying to take in my scent. My musky ass was turning him on. And all that mattered was turning him on. When his tongue finally dipped in and brushed over my hole, i bucked. My sensitive little hole quivered and my pulsed as he worked it. I was moaning and grunting. I couldn’t help It. He was a master and seemed to truly love opening me up with his mouth. He licked and stabbed with his tongue before literally kissing and sucking at my ass lips. I was in ecstasy and pushed to try to grind my asshole into his mouth. When i wasn’t sure i could take anymore, he finally gave me a break from his tongue lashing and raised up to his feet pushing me back on the bed. He was stroking his cock and it looked like steel it was so hard, and a drop of precum was dangling off the tip. He asked a one word question, “lube?” The look of panic and confusion on my face said it all. “I didn’t think to bring any” i mumbled. He grinned again. “Well, we have poppers and spit”, he said as he spit on his hand and lubed his cock with it. I knew my hole was soaked with spit and just decided if he said it was ok, it must be ok. He tossed me the bottle of poppers and i immediately hit both sides, holding each hit in to let it soak. I started to cap the bottle but he spoke again, “two more each side. I want you fucked up” Those words turned me on even more and i complied. Forty seconds later and i was flying, eyes rolling back and jaw slack. I pulled my legs back and he crawled between them and lined his coxk up to my hole. “Have you ever got fucked before boy?” I nodded. “Yeah i could tell you were a little bottom. You want it badly don’t you?” As he spoke, he was rubbing his precum off his cock head and onto my hole. “I really really like getting fucked” i admitted. He began to push into me and i worked to relax my hole as i felt that familiar sting of a blunt cockhead pushing my ass open. “Good boy. Open up for that cock. I’m gonna give you a nice big load of cum to take home with you. You want that? Want to take my cum home inside you?” As those words came out, four inches slid into me And knocked the breath out of me. He paused as i adjusted to having him inside me before he continued to push in. “Fuck yeah” i managed to get out. “Yeah you like that don’t you. Like that raw cock don’t you? Never even asked me about condoms.” I looked up at him and nodded. “Fuck yeah boy. I’m so glad we met. I’m going to give you what you need. A huge fucking load. Is that what you want? Do you want me to cum deep in your guts? Or pull out?” For effect, he actually pulled all the way out of me. I am sure he could see the panic in my eyes as he threatened to take his penis and his cum away from me. I practically cried out, “please don’t pull out. I want it inside me. All of it.” He pushed back in and i grunted loudly as my hole opened up to accept him. Now he began to truly fuck me. He increased his thrusts and drove deeper. My hole struggled to open all the way up but he was patient and, while he made it hurt a little as he poked so deep, he did it in a way that made me want the hurt. I knew he was stabbing my guts with his cockhead, forcing me open. We soon both had a glisten of sweat and he was breathing faster and faster. Only a bottom could understand the feeling of pride and contentment i felt when he was finally all of the way inside me. Balls deep. Pubic bone pressed up against me. Eight inches of hard gay man cock inside me. He began to saw in and out in short thrusts. There was always at least six inches inside me as he drove all the way in over and over. His strokes got a little more erratic as he gripped me tightly and pulled his body closer. “I’m going to flood your hole boy. You ready? Ready to take my Cum?”, he whispered to me. “Please let me have it.”, i whimpered feeling all of him inside me so deep, that sharp stab every time he pushed all the way in. “Here it comes. Here it comes. Fucking. Take. That. Fucking. Load.” He grunted the words through clenched teeth and he pushed even deeper, if that was possible.I could feel his shaft flexing inside my hole. His cum was splattering my Guts, painting them with semen so deep inside. I wrapped my legs around him, keeping him as deep as i could. Finally, his orgasm subsided and i unwrapped my legs as he pulled up and slowly withdrew his penis from my now well used butt. “Fuck boy, you are amazing. You let every guy shoot his load in you?” A little embarrassed that i was being called out for being a cum slit, i admitted that i had, but then added he was only the third guy. He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. “You are hiv negative aren’t you?” I replied as honestly as i could. “I think so. I... i don’t know for sure. I have only been fucked a few times by two different guys but they have hiv....” i didn’t finish the obvious thought, that i couldn’t say for sure if i was or wasn’t. I then added, “it’s only been two weeks. It just happened really quick.” He laughed and looked down at me. “Well i feel a little better that i am not the first. And since you were so honest, i will be too. You have a huge load of poz cum inside you right now. So, that’s three guys with hiv that fucked you now.” I just nodded. He reached for his towel and his poppers and looked at me again. “Are you going to hang around for a while?” I nodded. “Good. I’ll come give you another load in a little while. You want that?” And again, i couldn’t deny it, and nodded. “Good boy”, was his goodbye as he opened the door and walked out.1 point
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Part II A week after I talked to the guy I have fucked and stealthed, he called me. I was at work, so I couldn't answer it. But when I got home later, I returned the call to see what he was up to and if he wanted me to fuck him again. "Hey, man, what's up", I said when he answered. "I'm kind of desperate", he said. "I went to the doctor last week and today I came back there to take the results of some exames..." "You better? That flu is over?", I asked. "Man, I have HIV", he said. "It's so fucked up, I'm gonna die." "It's not the end of the world", I said. "A lot of guys have a normal life with the virus, you will get used to it. Why have you called me? Worried that I caught it from you?" "It's kind of the opposite", he said. "Are you sure you are neg? I mean, you are into that bareback stuff" "I'm poz too", I said. "But you didn't get it from me, we used a condom" "You sure it didn't break without you seeing it?", He asked. "Man, I would feel if the condom was broken, I checked it after we had sex. I'm telling you, the condom wouldn't break by itself" It was not a lie and I did check it. The condom was broken because I broke it. And I indeed checked it after we had sex. "I always had oral sex without a condom on, it must be that", he said. "Man, it's not healthy to be thinking about that. What passed is past. What you can do now is taking care of yourself. Wanna come over? We can talk, you will see that I have a normal happy life, living with the virus. And maybe we can have a little fun". "I don't know, man, the doctor said I shouldn't". "I can't get it again, and now we don't need condoms anymore. It will be fun". "Can I crush at your place?", He asked. "I really don't want to be alone and I don't have any friends in this city. I'm freaking out a little bit". "Take a bag and put some clothes in it, you can stay here for the time you need me. I'm here for you, we are part of the same brotherhood now and we protect each other". "Thank you man", he said. "I really appreciate it. And I'm sorry about that, but you were good to me the other day and I don't have anyone to talk about this shit". "I get it, I freaked out too. Come oven and we will talk. I will message you the address." I had a huge smile on my face when we hang up. I could have pozzed a lot of guys by now, but he was the first one that I knew for sure that I did it. My first-born. Pregnant with my toxic babies. It was really hot and my cock was rock hard in my pants. Half an hour later, he was knocking on my door. His eyes were red like he was crying and he hugged me tight. "It's gonna be ok", I said. I lead the way to the living room and we sat on the couch next to each other. He hasn't talked yet and I had my hand on his back. "How it happened?", He finally asked. "I think we will never know, but I assure you that it's not the end of your life." "I knew it was risky to let strangers fuck me, but I was always careful, I swear. And I use a condom when I top too." "Well, it will always be risky, condoms can break, cum can leak, you can get it from a blowjob...", I said. "But now you can treat yourself and you won't have to worry about it anymore". "You say it like it was a good thing". "It's not bad either. You can have a lot of unprotected sex and you will not get it again". "I swear I'm so pissed right now that I could have a lot of sex and pass it on to other guys", he said. "You can do that, I sure did", I said. "When you found you that you have it?", He asked. "About ten years ago, I was young and naive, but look at me now, I'm still here and don't plan on going anywhere". "The doctor said that when you take your pills, after some time, you can't infect other people", he said. "He is right, but when people don't know their status, they are dangerous. The risk is higher when you have sex with a person that don't know their status. Or when a guy don't take those pills, like me." "Why would you do that?", He asked. "The side effects are not that good for me, but it changes with each person.", I said. "And you still have bareback sex!", He was surprised. "Well, everyone knows the risk, I'm not fooling anybody. When the guy is smart, he asks for a condom, like you did." "Yeah, and look where it brought me", he said. "Man, I really want to fuck around, am I a bad person?" "Not at all, they did it to you, so you want to give it back, it's absolutely normal. And a little hot, you must admit it", I said. "Man, I'm horny since I got those results, I don't know what's going through my mind, I'm messed up.", He said. "Being poz make you horny?", I asked. "Because I'm poz too, and I think we are both horny now." "I don't know, bro. I'm still freaked out. I think I will never have sex again in my life", he said. "Or I could raw fuck you now, pound your ass here on my couch, make you feel so good that you will forget everything. I want to put my poz juice inside of you. What do you say to that? Wanna share this bond? We will be connected forever. Let it out of your mind, be a proud poz gay. Or you can be a pussy and hide in the dark, it's up to you, your choice only." "I was looking for poz on the internet today and I found some videos of people into this stuff", he said. "And how did you feel?", I asked. "I'm so embarrassed with myself, but it was hot. I didn't know that it was an actual fetish. I wanted to cum so bad, but I didn't, it would be wrong." "You saying that your cum is inside you since you discovered your new status?", I asked. "Yeah" "I have a new plan, I usually don't bottom, but fuck that. Give it to me, I need your cum inside my guts. After that, if you are still turned on by this shit, I fuck you too and we mix our fluids. Deal?", I asked. "I mean, I guess we could try...", He said. "You are already horny, I am too. Let's do it and tomorrow we think about what is coming your way." The guy was still confused by the situation and a little shocked for felling horny about poz sex. Everything was happening really fast. But I knew I could talk him into it, so, I started kissing his amazing poz lips.1 point
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I am not aware of a single transperson who has such goals as the principal reason for their transition. I think you might be confusing your bigoted imaginary perceptions as reality.1 point
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Normally I start this kind of response with "With all due respect" but since that amount is fast approaching a negative number, I won't. You don't have the faintest concept of what Bruce Jenner could or couldn't see himself as. You can't see past your own transphobic little tiny unimaginative universe, which seems to consist of approximately one individual, and you keep posting on and on and on displaying just how completely ignorant you are about this entire topic. Just admit you simply are incapable of understanding a concept like transgenderism and shut up with the ignorant, ill-informed opinions as to what it "really" is. Because (with all due respect) you're making yourself look like a complete moron.1 point
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Some young guys will say they are bi as a transitional thing towards admitting they are gay (I certainly was one of them back in the 80s). That doesn't mean there aren't guys who really are bi. It's not a transitional thing for them. I think it can be similar for transvestite and transsexual men. It's easier to cop to being turned on to it and then later admit it's your identity not a fetish. Some guys are passing through cross-dressing but not all of them. Here again is an analogy from my life. I came out as gay my freshman year at college in 1981. I had only known being gay was a thing for about 5-6 years. I grew up in a rural setting, and there wasn't a lot of coverage of the gay community in my area. There were hardly any gays on television, and the ones that were there were no one you wanted to be. If I had been born 30-40 years later with so many more positive images of LGBTQ+ people, I probably would have come out at 14 like my niece did a few years back. I think we are seeing more transpeople because there is more awareness that it is a thing. There is a vocabulary people can use to describe their experience, and there is support for coming out as trans.1 point
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The 1st time I sucked cock it was a Black cock. I was wondering if I might be gay\bi so I went to a gay theater. A few minutes after I sat down &an older Black Man sat down & pulled out the biggest cock I have ever seen. After a bit he grabbed my hand & put it on his cock. I started stroking him & after a bit started pushing my head toward his cock. After kissing & licking him a few times I started sucking. I couldn't get him all in my mouth but I tried. I continued to meet with him & eventually learned to take his entire cock....in both holes. I've sucked a few white guys but it's not the same. It has to be Black Cock for me1 point
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I love it. Sex is literally the most intimate you can be with someone so to remove kissing from that equation doesn’t work for me. I can agree that not all kisses are equal. Some guys have kissed me either before or after fucking me and it’s been “meh.” There are two guys I hook up with from time to time who can make me so fucking weak and horny when they kiss me that nothing compares. We all know it’s just sex. There’s no deeper connection than the physical, even though I do find them both very hot. But, for me at least, great kissing takes ok sex up a notch to “do whatever you want to me!” sex.1 point
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I had to go to work the next day and every time I sat down my ass ached and i thought about how hungry they were and how they treated me like a worthless piece of meat.... a few months later I was back. This time I hid a second pair of cloths down the trail a bit and a gallon of water to wash up with so I wouldn't look so disgusting when I came back to the hotel. I came up on the area again and I saw them all sitting around and hanging out....I had a small bottle of whisky and took several long swigs and felt the burn in my stomach. I wanted to run away but I was paralyzed standing there. fuck or flight!....I stripped down naked and walked up to them...then I turned and went over the the mattress..the one guy recognized me...he came over and grabbed my hair and pulled me to his cock...they all came over and I sucked them off...then they pulled me up on my feet but I was now woozy from the booze...they bent me over and a guy plowed me up my ass as another skull fucked my throat...It was not as rough as last time or maybe this time I knew what to expect. I could feel their anger and frustration with how their lives turned out with each thrust..it was like they were saying "fuck you" world....I did notice this guy sitting off to the side not wanting to join in no matter how much they egged him on...when they were done one of the guys went to him and pulled him over. I heard him say that he didn't want to because he had some disease...the guy just laughed and said well then its your turn to go last....I freaked out as he pulled his pants down but they held me there on my knees...he stood before me..some guy lit a lighter and I saw it! His cock was oozing puss and was filled with open sores...fuck no!!!but they held my head as he slide it in my mouth....it tasted foul...he was raping me with a diseased cock...he suddenly turned into and animal telling me I was just like the fag that gave him this disease....then he pinned me to the mattress and shoved his cock in my ass...over and over....I finally felt him cum...he pulled out relieved and rolled away...I went to get up but they took me to the piss area and put me back on my knees...time to clean the fag off and they all stood in a circle and pissed all over me.....I left before sun up...washed up put the hidden cloths on...back to the hotel and then to work the next day....the clap and some antii bitotics and I was ready for my next trip.1 point
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Part 4 - Father Adelmo said I would be the sacrifice on the altar of man - for men - by men. What did he mean? Frankly I didn’t care as I was on the hunt for El Dorado - my destiny - the CRF19 virus - and as part of that journey had just spent the past few days in Miami being raped, fucked raw, and taking all sorts of nasty dick while snorting as much of the good Father’s ‘angel’ powder as I could. He said my future was to come back and live my final days at Casa des Santos. I was fine with that if he planned to keep me chemmed up and whored out and at the top of my list was going back to the ABS to get raped again by that nasty freak bugarrón who used my hole good. In the meantime, I was enjoying the cool breeze hitting my face as Bob and I bumped and jumped over the waves in the speedboat that was taking us out to meet the cargo ship. You see - they were smuggling me INTO Cuba. Crazy right? But that is where the CRF19 virus is rampant and I needed it, wanted it, it was my holy destiny. Bob - well technically he was one of a number of Brother Robertos that served the Father, but I called him Bob for short - had a jagged scar on his temple and I felt like we had ‘bonded’. True, he never really said much to me - if anything at all - but he had been my guide during my Miami depravity and now was my escort as I was smuggled out of the country. I was hustled to a low-rent marina, scrambled onto a low-slung speedboat that seemed like it might sink at any moment, and went barreling out into the open water, bumping over the waves and being baptized in salted spray. Some time later the dark hull of a large cargo ship loomed before us, its lights all but off, our pilot steering by the cast of the moon to find the swaying rope ladder hanging off the side. Angry words were exchanged in Spanish - well I guessed they were angry from the tone and once again cursed my short sightedness in realizing I was missing a lot of what was happening due to the language barrier. Under the cover of darkness, Bob and I were hustled aboard and stowed in a cramped, tiny room below deck. Within minutes of feeling the tremble of the engines reviving and getting underway, Bob got sea sick and started puking into the rusted metal bucket in the corner. I had to laugh and he was not amused. It was Bob’s turn to laugh when the crew master came down about an hour after we had gotten underway and he - and the rest of the men in need who had been at sea for weeks apparently and needed a fresh pussy ass to breed - fucked me one after the other. The cargo ship crew were eager to all slam fuck me raw and Bob just huddled in the corner -puking and smiling - as I begged to no avail for some white powder to snort in order to make their assault on my ass easier. I lost count of the number of men who bred me, but it was well over a dozen and yet I still wanted more. They were all quick fucks - nutt and bounce - and not a one of them challenged my hole or ass. My only hope was that some of them had some wild, exotic bug in which to infect me. I then fell asleep on the thin cot while Bob swayed in the chair in the corner, the metal bucket held to his chest as the roll of the seas continued to clean him out. I awoke a few hours later to a hard cuff to the head - Bob was standing over me, his dick out and raging, his palm piled with white powder, and an evil smile on his face. Clearly he was feeling better and had gotten his sea legs under him. I snorted, felt the welcome rush and burn, and sighed in pleasure as Bob started to pound my hole. That’s how the crew member found us when he brought us a meal - Bob balls deep in my ass. The tray with our bologna sandwiches was sat on the floor, the crew member tagged in, and Bob let him nutt my hole before he himself finished off inside me. I was ready to go back to sleep, but Bob pushed me off the cot so I had no choice but to curl up on the floor with just a backpack for a pillow. I desperately wanted to get out of the cabin but my hosts had made it clear with forceful gestures and by locking the door behind them, that Bob and I had to stay where we were. When Bob finally came to I was eager to get fucked again, but he just brushed me off, pulled a book out of his backpack, and started to read. I was so fucking bored! Finally the movement of the ship changed, new sounds could be heard, voices rang out in the corridor, Bob checked his watch, nodded, and packed up his things and said to me, “WELCOME TO CUBA - WE HAVE ARRIVED AT ENSENADA DE MARIMELENA.” I didn’t know if that was the city or what - and would later realize it was like the port section of Havana. Bob hefted his backpack over his shoulder, but not before handing me my ‘passport’ that had a small stack of U.S. $100 bills sticking out of it. Before we had left Miami Father Adelmo had explained, “You will have a passport that says you are Canadian. It will work for what we have planned, however if something goes wrong, the authorities in Cuba will be able to confirm it is not real and then - well let’s just say a Cuban jail is where you may spend your final days. You just follow Brother Roberto and do whatever he and anyone tells you, and all will be well my son.” Bob put his finger to his lips as a silent ‘shush’ order. A crew member came, we quickly made our way back out through the warren of the ship, up onto the dick, and I realized it was night. We had been at sea from dark to dark, although I had no idea the exact time as my watch, cell, and everything else had been left back in Miami. Bob huddled with someone near the rail of the ship. They exchanged a few, quiet words, a small stack of money was passed from Bob’s hands to the other’s with practiced ease and then Bob and I were surrounded by a couple guys front and back and were escorted down a wobbly gangplank and onto the dock below. From under the rim of my Marlin’s baseball cap - a gift from Bob - I could see we were in a port. There were trucks, cranes, some light, but not as much as I would have thought. At the bottom of the gangplank our group paused, a man in some sort of uniform looked us up and down, nodded, then turned and walked away. Bob and I were hustled to a large truck with wood railings, a tarp covering the top and most of the sides, and as we climbed up and bent forward I glanced back one last time wondering if I would make it home. For the first time I felt afraid - truly afraid - and stupid - but a rough shove and a few harsh words in Spanish made me move. Bob and I huddled at the front of the truck bed, boxes were placed between us and the back, someone banged the side of the truck and we started to move. Bob was cool, calm, and collected as the truck rumbled along. I had to ask myself, “Why was he here? What did he get out of this? Isn’t this an awful big risk for him too?” No sense asking Bob as I knew he would not answer. The sounds of the truck, port, and light traffic were the only sense I had of movement. While there were occasional flickers of light through the spaces between the tarp and the truck sides, we could not see anything, so I huddled close to Bob - silent and excited. The roads were bumpy; the exhaust from the truck muffler made the air gritty and foul, and my mind was whirling now with questions - where were we going, what was going to happen next, would I find El Dorado and the CRF19 virus? Some time later the truck slowed, Bob looked at me and pressed his finger to his lip again - ‘shush’ - and cocked his head as he leaned closer to the truck side while he listened. He nodded to himself, smiled, scooted forward a bit, and waited. The tailgate was unlatched, the truck body shifted as someone climbed up, boxes were moved and a small shaft of light pierced our hiding place. Bob jumped down, I followed, looked around, and we were parked behind a wooden building and the only light I could see was what came from the truck’s lights and the flashlight in the driver’s hand. The driver and Bob exchanged a few quiet words, Bob nodded, took the flashlight, grabbed my left arm and we started walking down a dirt road. I turned as the driver unlocked a door on the building and began pulling boxes off the truck. Only about 50 feet down the road Bob paused at a small, roadside shrine. It was white, about 3-feet high, with a few candle stubs in it. I had seen similar things in Mexico when I had spent a summer there, but there was usually a Virgin Mary statue too or something. Not here. Bob walked to the right of the shrine, and down an almost unseen path amidst the tall sugar cane field. He held the flashlight down so I had to look at the ground to make sure I did not fall or stumble. We walked for about 10 minutes and then I heard something - voices? Bob led us through a small copse of trees and into a break in the growth where outlined against the starry sky was a small building. Bob made his way to the door, knocked, paused, knocked again and waited. A lock was moved, the door slid silently open and a small candle flame flickered in the hand of the man who had opened the door. Bob spoke with him briefly, we were ushered in, the door closed and relocked. The flashlight in Bob’s hand made a loud CLICK as he turned it off. There was shuffling; the lone candle flame moved to our left, another was lit, then another, and more in turn. As the candles went up in flame I gasped a little and took a step back. The far wall was covered almost floor to ceiling with dozens of statues and small icons. Some dressed in robes and gold, others in tattered cloth. There were several tables around the edges of the room, all with half-melted candles, pictures, more statues, and other things I had no idea what they were. In the middle of the floor was a wooden table that had feathers, offal, and puddles of what looked like dried blood on the top, down the sides, and splattered on the ground around it. I’ve watched enough TV to realize this was some voodoo or Santeria set up and I took a step backwards towards the door. Bob grabbed my arm and squeezed hard - either in reassurance or warning - I was not sure. Either way I froze and watched as the man who had let us in continued to move around the room, but now he was humming and mumbling as he did so. The room was ablaze in candlelight now and the man now moved on to lighting herbs, incense, and bowls of what looked like potpourri. I was sweating profusely, and getting more nervous, but Bob’s tight grip kept me planted. The man then came and spoke with Bob, who handed his backpack to me with a “Don’t fucking move!” look, then he and the man hefted the wooden table that was in the middle of the room and carried it to a far corner. The man dug around a pile of things on a table, picked up what looked like a huge piece of white chalk, walked back to where the table was, and in a steady chant paced around the room five times, then walked back to the middle, took a stride forward, stopped, then bent over and began drawing. He drew the outline of a large triangle in the dirt, with some squiggly type lines in each corner. He appeared careful not to step inside the triangle, or touch the lines once drawn, and when completed, he then went to a cabinet, pulled out two handfuls of large, white and red pillar candles, and began carefully setting them into the dirt at various points around the outside of the triangle. He had to make several trips to the cabinet as he set a cluster of five red candles at each point. I was fidgety as hell now and started to ask Bob if I could go piss, but his silent ‘shush’ finger stopped me. The man then took off his shirt, took off his pants, and in just his underwear walked around the room a few more times chanting. He then grabbed a bottle off a table, took a mouthful, and spit it out in a spray. My eyes followed him as he did that in each corner of the room, towards each wall where the various statues and things were set, and then he walked toward us - stopped in front of Bob and spit the mist of liquid right into Bob’s face - took a swig - then spit into mine. I scrunched my eyes and forced myself not to flinch. It smelled like liquor and I reached up to wipe my eyes, but Bob slapped them away. Fuck. The man then went back to the table, poured several things into a plastic cup, walked back to us and handed it to me. I looked at the concoction - it was thick, milky white, and chunky looking. I questioningly looked at him, then Bob, with a, “You want me to drink this?” look. The man nodded, I took a sip, and wanted to retch. It tasted like sour yogurt and dirt and cow shit. I would have handed the cup back right then, but the look on both their faces told me I better not. I upended the cup and swallowed the contents and grimaced. The man took the cup and went back to his chanting. I felt flush - the room began to spin - I heard lots of voices, or animals, or was that music? I felt Bob’s hands holding me, his voice chanting softly in my ear, new voices were added, and as I slumped to the dirt floor more hands were on me as my eyes fluttered and the spinning grew fast and faster. My eyelids felt heavy, weighted, but with great concentration I was able to open them a sliver. I MIGHT HAVE SCREAMED OR RUN IF I COULD, BUT I WAS IMMOBILE. My mind demanded action, yet my body was stiff, unmoving, unfeeling, like I was a tree firmly rooted to the Earth. Angling my eyes right – the only part of my 200+ bones and 600+ muscles that seemed to respond - I could see the naked body of a man, his massive dick swaying in time to chanting, and as the crescendo of the voices peaked, he bent down to look at me and that’s when I tried to scream. He had a goat’s face with golden, spiked horns. The goat man moved, the chanting grew, I could see another man, another monster dick, and when he bent down to look at me it was a bull’s face with a thick, gold ring through his nose. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The bull moved out of my sightline, the chanting grew louder and I could see another man, another giant dick with a deformed head, and when he bent down and looked at me it was a dog’s face with golden, yellow eyes. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The dog moved out of my sightline, the chanting grew louder and I could see another man, another dick even larger than the others, and when he bent down and looked at me it was a horse’s face with golden teeth. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The horse moved out of my sightline, the chanting echoed, changed pace, grew louder, faster, and louder still. I could see another man, another dick that put all the others to shame and it was ringed in gold, ridged, studded, the metal shining like a brilliant sun in the dim candle light. When he bent down and looked at me I wanted to sigh in relief - human - yet he was not a man. He was a fleshless, gold skull, a skeleton. I wanted to scream. Brother Roberto, a.k.a. Bob, was standing to the right of my head now. He was kneeling and crossing himself in prayer. His eyes were closed tight like he too was afraid of what I was seeing. Hooves and claws raked my flesh, the taste of bile and iron filled my mouth. There was a brilliant flash of light and then a scorching pain as my flesh was peeled back to allow entry by these men who would sacrifice my body - and theirs - to their zoolatry ritual. Was I floating off the ground? Was I on the table? My legs were raised back and up, but how? The goat man’s phallus pierced my ass and suddenly every nerve in my body was firing. Pain, fear, agony, ecstasy, all joined in chorus as the chanting suddenly grew distant and far aware. The penis felt much like the shape of man’s but bigger, firmer, sharper. The goat head got close to mine. Its eyes were totally black, as were its lips, which seemed to be moving. The hair was white, short, and matted and the golden horns glowed brighter as it fucked me. The harder it fucked, the more my sides hurt where it’s hooves dug in my white flesh. As he climaxed, the goat man threw his head back, bellowed a sound of primal release, then looked at me with now blood-red eyes, spat in my face, and as the last of his seed flooded my hole the goat head bent down and bit my flesh. The man bull’s head was so large I could see nothing else. His dick was bulbous on the end, and as inch after inch wound its way inside my guts I felt sure he would push through my back. The wide nostrils flared and the gold ring that pierced them caught clusters of snot as it dripped out if his nostrils with every grunt and thrust inside me. His hair was tawny brown, and the skin of his nose the blackest of black. The bellow he made when he released in my ass harmonized perfectly with the rising chants and splattered me with a mist of snot. Having filled me with his measure, the bull tilted his head; a blood-red eye seared my soul as his teeth found their mark. The dog man’s deformed head and knot stretched me wide, and kept inflating, and I thought me might never stop. His top lip curled up and down in time with the chanting and the strokes of his dick while his claws cut my flesh. The ears were laid back, the golden yellow eyes widened and focused then widened again as he yipped, snarled, and growled. The high-pitched howl he let loose when he filled me with cum pierced my eardrums like a nail and sounded in opposition to the symbiotic chants. His incisors also found their mark, drawing more of my life force out, which dripped to the packed earth below. The stallion’s penis was unbearably large, blunt, and where the dog man seemed to be content once his knot had entered, I was now a mare filled beyond a man’s measure as the flared head ripped my insides deeper and deeper. The dark black eyes, set against the lighter coal hair, were offset by the startling gold colored teeth, which snapped and clicked and clacked as the head swung side to side. When the stallion finally reared in carnal joy my abdomen swelled and the earth was marked anew as he finally withdrew, but not before ensnaring my flesh between his golden teeth. The chanting slowed, the volume turned down to hardly a whisper. My vision was clouded further as the smoky haze in the room thickened and swirled like the birth of cyclone. THE GOLDEN SKULL HUNG IN THE AIR OVER ME, DISEMBODIED, SOLITARY, AND ADRIFT IN A PLANE OF THE DYING. The bonds that held me firm constricted, it was hard to breath, and with barely any movement, the golden skull extended his primal force, his golden spiked and ridged dick finding my already brutalized hole, and he entered in one stroke. My internal organs shut down. My body faced death - inside and out. My ass was stretched wider, gaped, explored impossibly deeper and shredded by the golden teeth that on the skull head did not move; yet inside me they chewed, gnawed, and consumed my flesh. Had I died? Was I in hell? No, it felt too good for that. The golden skull’s dick fucked me deep - raw - hard - rough. My body was at his mercy, and no mercy was given. I would have smiled if I could have. A voice resonated then through my body, my bones themselves vibrating with the timber of the baritone chords, “Death stroke requires blood.” What the fuck did that mean? I didn’t have time to ponder, as the next thing I remember is asking myself why was Bob angry? I could hear it in his voice. Who was grabbing me? What was going on? My mind raced in a sprint, flooded by flashes of the past - what had it been? Hours, minutes, days? I didn’t know, but still, my body did not move to my neural commands. Why was I paralyzed still? I gurgled as liquid was poured down my throat and reflexively swallowed. Bob was still angry. Firm hands lifted me, jostled me, I felt like I was in a tilt-a-whirl at the county fair, and faster and faster I spun until...the next thing I remember was the taste of that foul drink I had taken before - the same rotten yogurt shit. UGH! More firm hands, more jostling, more of Bob’s angry voice. In the dim light I could see the pinky finger on my left hand. It felt like a mountain was on me, yet I knew that was silly. The tip of my pinky twitched and I was elated. I was alive. I could move. OK, well not MOVE move, but neurons were firing and my body was reacting. I tried to roll over, but the pressing body held firm, embedded inside me, his dick hooked in my ass like a lure to a trout. Bob kneeled by my head, he rubbed my cheek, smiled and said, “WE ARE GOING HOME.” HE PAUSED, NODDED TOWARDS THE MAN ON MY BACK WHO WAS BURIED IN MY ASS AND WHISPERED IN HOLY WONDER, "USTED ENCONTRÓ EL DORADO" - TRANSLATION - “YOU FOUND EL DORADO.” THE ANGEL OF DEATH HAD WRAPPED ME IN HIS WINGS. Stay Tuned for Part 5- (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)1 point
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On Wed 06-29-11 from 11:30am to 4:30pm in one nasty bookstore in southern Indiana. Total cocks 29 taken total loads 22. By the time noon came around I had already had a big black cock spurt a huge load up my hairy ass and sucked off 2 average looking guys. The fucker was one of my regulars a married black guy who knows my ass will milk load after load out of any cock presented to it. Lucky guy he got there first! The first BJ was totally non-discript and average and he had a small cock but shot a generous load the second was actually a heavy cub like guy in his 20's who had hairy legs and a shaved crotch. He had a sweet cock that only took me about 20 thrusts with my mouth to collect his sperm. I know anyone who is a gloryhole cocksucker who likes a mass volume of cum will have to agree with me after the first 5 or so cocks offered to you they all seem kinda joined. Unless there is a hot man or 2 in there. From noon till about 2 pm it was kinda like that no butt play just gloryhole after gloryhole of hairy cocks coming thru and me getting on my knees and swallowing load after load. Don't get me wrong there were a few regulars who when they see me in the hallway practically run into a booth hoping I will go in the one nextdoor. (I love training men of what to expect) By 2pm I was up to about 15 loads down my throat and one the one up my hole. Things kinda slow down there from 2-3 for some reason maybe because I had sucked off all the guys walking around that were half way hot...LOL.. An odd thing happened with an older guy in his late 50's who comes there with his flaming older boyfriend. He is an okay looking guy and has gone into booths but, I never follow into the one nextdoor. Today I thought I wanted to get a look at his cock so I went in the one next to his booth. God was I shocked! This guy had a beautiful cock thick big head precum...YUM.. I got down there and sucked 2 loads out of him. Later in the hallway he came up to me and gave me a big compliment. " I never would have guessed you suck cock" I told him next time you can wear my hole out with that big thing and I got a confused but huge smile. Around 3:30pm one of my HOT regular married guys came in he is HOT, balding, thick walrus mustache, hairy chest, big uncut cock that always is wet from precum. This guy is an over the road trucker and I have eaten 50-75 loads from him in the last 2 years or so. Today he surprised me after going down on that hot cock I backed my ass up to the hole and he plowed me for 10 minutes. I heard the door in his booth open and he had company in there another bearish guy with a thick goatee and the hairiest legs I have ever seen in my life. The 2 took turns fucking my ass that was backed up to the hole. then I heard his door open again and now there was a third guy in there. This one I had blown in the past had a big cock that typically got an odor from not being washed to recently. Well, this was cock #3 pounding my hole. All 3 guys pumped loads in my ass and each one left the booth next to me. I stood there one happy pig as cum leaked down the inside of my legs and I squated and cupped my hand under my hole and ate a big handfull of mixed cum from 3 hot fuckers. It was getting late and I hate getting stuck in rush hour so I was ready to go and it was 4:15. I saw one or 2 big hairy men walking around (my preference) and I managed to find one in a booth with a hole and sucked him off. I am shocked how most men cannot take but 2-5 minutes of my mouth on their cock and then they blow those loads. I gotta say I am a happy cockwhore tonight! I sucked or go fucked by 29 cocks today and got 22 loads in my mouth and 5 up my hole. So 27 loads out of 29 cocks is a good percentage! I'm Headed to the Serpent in Cincinnati on Saturday 07-02-11!!! Lock up your men!1 point
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