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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.

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.

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...

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.

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 ....

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.

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.

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. Lol

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!

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!)

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 continued

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.

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 rotated

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.

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.

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.

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?

Sure. It is made by JimSupport--as is all my playroom equipment. The middle is adjustable--and it can flatten out to be a padded fuck table. I can also hang the bench, either way, in my sling frame.

Love tasting my ass on a dick!

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.

I would LOVE to see Brent Corrigan as a cum dump in a Treasure Island video!!

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.

As a Female hooker the idea of bug chasing and dirty sex has corrupted and consumed my mind. during the nights I'm a street walker so i've seen and been in some fucked up places. i have take more dick and loads them most people can dream of. I like writing and exploring dirty situation that i have been in or fantasize about. so here the deal. if you guys care to play a Role playing game where i host you conversion party? All i would need is ur participation and some background on you and your ideal conversion party. after that i will create a custom story for your where u chose your own path not knowing the results of each choice till the very end. My mind is pretty dirty and i can think of some fucked up hot thing that can happen while providing you with some hot sexual stories. lets see how this goes so please leave a comment if you want to play i will choose two people to begin. if there lots of interest i might do more if not more can be selected once the first to stories are done. IF YOU LIKE DIRTY, KINKING, BUG CHASING, stories you have come to the right place.

I was in Houston Texas for work in 2009 for several weeks throughout the year. I used to frequent the adult theaters being a good little cock whore allowing anyone to breed me. The filthier the place the better. The filthier the men the better. Then came the day. I was staying in center city at a nice hotel and went running after work one night in my skimpy running shorts. I was to meet a friend in memorial park but to get there I had to run along an old water runoff canal. It was very overgrown and crossed under several highways over passes. I was running along and came to the highway over pass and there were tons of beer bottles, drug stuff and several old mattresses laying in the dirt. I stopped for a bit surveying the area and then ran on through to meet my friend. We ran a few miles at the park and then ended up talking on a park bench until dusk. Crap I said that I had to get back before it got dark. He offered to drive but I told him I’d be ok. I began to run back on the path and when I came to the area I could hear men talking. It was a homeless guy hangout for the night to stay out of the rain and weather. I walked up slowly and they all froze thinking I was a cop of something. They were smoking weed, doing drugs and drinking and I just turned my head and walked through. A few of them whistled at me and called me hot. I got past them, started to run and when I turned the corner back onto the trail I ran smack dab into a large black man taking a piss in the bushes. He turned around holding his massive cock in his hand. I didn’t say a word but looked down and stared. He laughed and said if I stared to long I might as well suck it. I got flustered and ran off back to my hotel. In the shower, all I could think about was his cock and struggled with the thoughts about going back. The fear of it all. I climbed into bed and started to jerk off but could not get it off my mind. I had enough so I got up and put my running cloths back on. Grabbed a small flashlight at the drug store and headed back in to the trail. As I approached the area I saw them all sitting around. I was timidly walked out in front of them and just stood there paralyzed with fear. Finally, they noticed me and the black guy came over and said “look what we have here, you shouldn’t have come back boy”. With that 6 other guys surrounded me and ripped my clothes off, bent me over and before I could say no, I had a cock shoved down my throat and one up my ass. I tried to get away but the big black guy grabbed my hair and dragged me to the mattress. He shoved a whisky bottle in my mouth and told me to swallow several gulps…my stomach was now on fire. He began to shove his cock down my throat balls deep until I was gasping for breath. Then he pulled out and shoved the whiskey bottle in my mouth again. The whole place began to spin. I could barely stand and when I tried to run away I just stumbled and fell. They dragged me back to the dirt and several stood around me. I thought they wanted me to suck them but then I guy went balls deep down my throat and began to piss. It was injected down my throat and I could do nothing but swallow it. All of it. Then he threw me back to the ground and two guys began to piss all over me as they laughed. I got really sick and stumbled away to puke my guts up in the bushes. When I was finally dry heaving they grabbed my legs and dragged me back to the mattress, held my legs open and raped me over and over. Violently and I was too weak to resist. Then one guy pulled me on top of him and had his cock inside me. I felt another man come up behind me. OMG he was going to fuck my ass as well. His cock slid in alongside the other guys and I thought my ass was going to tear. I cried out in pain but soon my piss soaked under wear were shoved in my mouth. I could feel every thrust as they bred me over and over. All of them. I began to black out after 6 or 7 guys. I came in and out of consciousness. I woke up the next morning to guy’s pissing on me to wake me. I shot up from the burning in my eyes and tried to stand but something really hurt inside me. Holy fuck there was something inside me. Something very large. They all laughed and just said “this buds for you”. I waddled off and tried to force it out. It hurt like hell. I stuck my finger in and felt the bottom of a beer bottle. OMG they shoved an entire beer bottle up my ass until my ass collapsed around it. Finally, I just grinned and pushed it out. When it popped out and on the ground all sorts of bloody cum leaked out of my now destroyed gaping ass. I had no way of holding it back. I cleaned myself up as best I could and walked back to the hotel in piss soaked cloths all covered in dirt. Vowing to never do that again. The only problem is I went back the next trip, and the trip after that.

I had been going to a certain bathhouse for a while and was getting very bored there. It seemed that either I was just too picky or the guys there were just too old for me. But this particular night was different. I went after finishing my finals at school. I was mentally fatigued but physically excited. Horny is a better word. I decided that I wanted to get a little crazy. So I clean myself really well. I also used my fingers to get myself ready for my ass to be filled with something special. I even got out a butt plug and put it in me for a while to loosen things up even more. As I drove there, I started to get nervous about what I was doing. I was questioning myself about doing it with guys. I had only been with a few guys before but something inside me really did enjoy it. When I got there I sat in my car. I was once again nervous and have second thoughts about going in. Then I saw a few good-looking guys go in. That made me feel better and actually excited me too. I went in and changed out of by clothes. I walked around the place after I showered. Of course as always things were slow and boring. I then went in the back part, where there are some glory hole rooms. There were a few guys cruising the halls back there. I walked around and then went into a room (booth) that had holes on both sides. I sat down and waited. After a minute or two, a guy came into the room to my left. I waited and then I stood and put my cock thru the hole. He touched me and then began sucking. It was nice but I wanted something more. I sat back down. Then his cock came thru the hole. At first I was reluctant to do anything. I can be a brat about things. As I sat there I start touching his cock. It was nice but I knew this was an older fat guy. Then another cock came thru the hole on the right side of me. This cock was beautiful. It was a black guy and I think I just have this fantasy that their so sexual. Here was 8-inches dangling in my booth and it wasn't even hard. I turned and began caressing it. Then that cock started growing. It was so hot and as it got harder, I heard him tell me to suck it. Normally no one says much of anything in this place. His cock was now sticking straight out and was at least nine plus inches in length and that was just on my side of the wall. I couldn't even put my hand all the way around it. I leaned over and tasted him. I was licking the head of this strange cock, then I wrapped my mouth around it and sucked it in my mouth. I was surprised to find that I could actually get my mouth around him. I licked and continued sucking him. It was incredible. I had huge butterflies in my stomach. At times I tried to get him so far in, that my mouth seemed like it was going to tear open. I wanted him all the way down my throat. I tried to deep throat him but I started to gag. He would push up against the back of my mouth. It was like he was fucking my mouth and I was loving it. I had never been so turned on. My cock was hard and throbbing. I have always liked sex with women, but this was totally different. I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Then suddenly from the other glory hole opening, another guy started saying things, too. He would say, "suck that cock, eat that dick, get it wet." "That's right get it in there, lick him good." I found that it made me even hornier. I liked hearing this guy telling me what to do. Then he was saying that I had a great ass. That he wanted it. He told me to put my ass against hole so he could lick it. He said he wanted to fuck me. He began touching my ass as I kept sucking that huge dick. He then put his finger in me and he said, "How hot and sweet it must be." I wanted him to lick me. I stopped sucking and put my ass up against this other hole. The guy started licking and rimming me. It felt so good. I looked back over to see about the other guy with the giant cock, but it was no longer there. I then turned around and got on my knees to pay attention to this new guy. He put his dick in the hole and I placed him in my mouth. This cock was large but after sucking the other cock this was much easier on my mouth. He tasted so good and he had a wonderful musky smell. I could taste his honey coming out of his hole. As a licked and sucked away, the door to my booth suddenly opened and this guy came right in. I was shocked because this had never happened before. I stood up to protest. This guy was 6'2", built like a football player and I'm only 5'7". He pushed himself up against me. His hard cock brushed up against my own hard dick. I looked up at him and he was gorgeous, his beautiful black skin was wet with perspiration. He had a big smile on his face. His dick was so hard as it poked me in the stomach and chest. I looked down at it and it was the same cock I had been sucking before. But it seemed to be even bigger now. I started to say something to him about getting out but he bent over and started kissing me on my mouth. I had never been kissed by a guy before. I was both shocked and excited. He then put his tongue in my mouth and I started sucking his tongue. It felt like this was so right. My legs were shaking. He sat down and I immediately went down on that beautiful cock of his. I could not think of anything else at this time. I now had my back to the door and was on my knees gobbling up that massive prick. The door opened once again and another guy came in. I didn't even turn around. All I wanted was this cock that was in my mouth. The guy that came in started rubbing his cock on my ass. It also felt so good. I was sucking the giant cock and wanted to get fucked too. The guy was now sliding his cock between by ass cheeks and under my balls, it felt great. This went on for a little while. But the guy I was sucking told me that he wanted to fuck my tight little ass. I could not think how that thing could even fit inside me. He turned me around and began lick my tight little hole. His tongue felt so good in my hole. He got me real wet and then pulled me down on to lap. He then pushed his cock against my hole. It wouldn't go in at first but then he got out some lube and rubbed it inside me. Then he tried again to put that huge cock inside me. It felt so hot and his cock was leaking his fluid, then he put the head inside me. I started to push back from him when suddenly there was a popping sound and his cock was now totally in me. All nine plus inches worth. It was so incredibly hot. I almost passed-out, I don't know if it was from the pain or the pleasure of it. He would take hold my hips and raise me up and down on that monster cock. The other guy was now knelling down and watching that giant black dick slide in and out of me. He was like a cheerleader. I must tell you that he was a very cute black guy as well. He was about my size and weight. He started to lick and play with my cock as the guy fucked me up my ass. Then the guy let out a moan and sent a flood of warmth inside me. He was coming and I loved it. I could not believe how wonderful that felt. I was so excited that I squirt my load into that hungry mouth on my cock. The guy in my ass pulled out of me and left the booth. I sat there for a moment trying to catch my breath. The small cute black guy took me by my hand and told me to come with him to his room. I went with him to his room. Once inside he got down behind me and actually started licking my ass. God it was the best. He was feltching (eating) that cum out of my hot throbbing ass. It was so exciting. He then laid down and I started to get his dick hard and wet with my mouth. I was licking him from his tip to his sack and back. I was like a bitch in heat. I just love the way a black cock looks and feels. It seems that they taste so good. I then got on top of him and slid his dick inside my ass. It was like my ass was inhaling his cock. I rocked back and forth and up and down. I fucked him so good. This was totally hot. I was now like a different person. I couldn't get enough. When this guy came inside me, it was like a volcano. I could not believe how long and how much this guy pumped inside me. I sometimes think that he was pissing in me. It was the hottest cum I had ever felt. That night I finally knew what it was to have a guy make you feel like a woman.

POZ That Ginger Neg hole Just a normal night a little bored and then a hit from A4A, I quickly opened up the message from a fit red head. Normally gingers aren’t my thing, but needs must. Normal message read “Hey are you up for some fun, if so what you into” I thought can’t really be arsed with this now and just messaged back “rip you a new hole and fill you with my Toxic Cum” send…..Silence the fella had logged off, that scared the little fucker off…. Next day another message “I’m Neg and want to stay that way” quick message back “fuck off and stop messaging me then” send This time he didn’t log off! About an hour later he messaged again, “Can I come round, I’d like to see your cock” I messaged back “OK” giving him my address telling him to be round in an hour. The hour passed no sign, two hours later a knock at the door it was the Ging’ a good looking fella, small 5ft 5 and skinny just the way I like it. “Come in and strip”, I barked, he was visibly shocked but complied his 5 inch cock standing straight up “Turn round and spread your cheeks” once again he did as instructed, nice a sweet little pale white butt with a small pink hole, which I was going to wreck. “Sir I only want to play safe” he said “don’t worry I’m not going to breed you unless you ask me too” I said with an evil little smirk to myself. What I had in mind for his little hole would get him begging for me to breed him “on your knees”, head down, don’t look at me” down he got, I quickly got behind him and handcuffed his wrists together, now I had him. I hauled him off the floor and pushed him to my sling room, thinking quickly I changed my mind and placed him face down on my padded saw horse and strapped his legs to each side. He looked great, nice and vulnerable. I grabbed my phone took a picture of my prey and sent it my hung black mate Josh with the tag this neg hole is ready and waiting and hit send” Josh rang immediately I on my way over, now Josh is packing a High Viral Load 10 inch cock as thick as a beer can. On the monitor in front of the saw horse I put a picture up of Josh’s profile showing his hard cock with the tag “High VL to tare your arse up” the Ginger fella was saying “no please don’t” when he realised what was coming. “I told you I wouldn’t breed you unless you asked” stripping off in front of him, he got to see my 8 inch cock “you get the choice mine or Josh’s, but you have to ask me, remember” silence… The door bell rang Josh had arrived he quickly followed me and stripped in front of the boy “suck it Bitch” Josh said the boy opened up and Josh pushed straight down his throat in one stroke and then pulled out “so you wont let John breed you” so I’m going too. The boy quickly looked at me and said “please breed me, I can’t take Josh” “I told you you’d ask me to fuck you” I said with a smile I moved behind him and started rimming his pink little hole, dam he tasted good. Enough of that, splitting on my cock I slowly pushed forward his hole was so tight….after a couple of minutes his spinster finally gave up and my head pushed in. “Josh go get me my special lube from the fridge” when he returned and I had only managed to get another inch in… “you want my special lube, it will help” I said “yes please it hurts so much” “Ok I heard you ask for it and pulled out” the lube was a pot of my cum, I put in front of his face and said “taste it boy” he licked a bit “did you enjoy the taste of my POZ cum lube, remember you asked for it” Josh didn’t give him any time to say anything stuffing his mouth with a ball gag. I moved back behind the boy and started lubing his hole pushing one then two fingers in, scratching him slightly when I pulled out I saw a small amount of blood on my fingers, he was ready now… “were going to own your arse boy” covering my cock in cum lube I pushed all the way in. Josh grabbed the camcorder and started filming as the boy was bucking around to no avail. I pumped him slowly for about 5 minutes my cock looked great my cum lube and his blood clearly visible. My balls where starting to pull up so I started piston fucking him all the way out and as deep as I could, my charged load pushed its way to the head of my cock and the erupted into him hole, I must of shoot 7 strings of POZ cum deep into his hole. I held it there for a while then pulled out, my cock was a mess of blood and cum, I smiled as I knew my venom was sure to by working its way into his blood stream, changing this strictly safe Condom only boy, into a POZ Cum dump for me and Josh to whore out. “how did you like starters Boy” I said, silence…… “now your ready for the main event, Josh’s 10 incher” To be continued if you want?

I went into a local grocery store yesterday to get some fruit. I was wandering through the fruit section and I noticed a guy in T-shirt and shorts, which was weird since it was cold here in So Cal! I noticed the bulge in his shorts, a fairly decent outline of a nice cock! He caught me looking and smiled. As I watched, he rubbed his cock through his shorts and it was getting hard! He stepped behind a display, looked around and pulled it out and stroked it a bit. Nice Cock! I licked my lips and he laughed. Then he walked over and asked if I was a fag and wanted to suck his cock? I nodded yes. I followed him into the back of the store and straight into the Men's Room. He locked the door and in a flash he was naked except for his mask and shoes! I started to kneel, and he stopped me. Fags are naked when they suck my cock he told me! So, in the back of a local grocery store, in a men's room I stripped naked and knelt to suck his cock. Nice, shaved, about 8 inches with veins all over. I licked the head and sucked his balls, and when I put him in my mouth, he came, a lot. I loved the cum but I was disappointed because I really wanted to play with his cock for a while. Then he told me not to worry, he could come a second time! So I got to suck and play with his cock for a nice while. Felt like a total fag! Finally he pulled my hands off and started fucking the head of his cock in and out of my mouth, getting close. He pulled his cock out and started to stroke it, and then blasted my face! A lot of cum for a second time in such a short time! He the took his cock and started smearing the cum all over my face and using it to feed me his cum. When he was done, he told me to clean his cock, lick it clean! Then he told me to sit on the toilet, and without thinking like a good faggot, I did as he told me. He stood in front of me and started pissing into the toilet and on my cock, then walking his piss stream up my body, until he was pissing on my face. I opened my mouth and swallowed piss for the first time in my life! He pissed a lot and most of it into my mouth! When he was done I licked his cock clean again. And in a flash, he was dressed again and going out the door. I quickly locked it again and realized my situation. Naked, covered in cum and piss in a public restroom. It took a while to get presentable and dressed. I think I used all the paper towels in there. As I left the store, he was out front , walked over and handed me a card with an email address and walked away. I emailed with no response yet. I'm still amazed how when a guy shows me a nice cock, I turn into a total faggot and do whatever he tells me to get to his cock! Never said a word, just sucked his cock twice and let him piss in my mouth, in public!

I am already stiff

Its happened to me. I woke up one New Years Day at a friend's house in the basement to find myself in a sling covered in cum with cum leaking out my sore ass

Thanks! And that hole belongs to a fellow Canadian. He was one of the first men to try it out.

Answered a Craigslist ad titled "Home Invasion", the plan was for me to leave my front door unlocked. Fall asleep naked with a sleep mask on. At some point in the middle of the night we would enter my home, zip tie my hands together and rape me. Thats exactly what happened, I woke up with him tying my hands together, dragged my head off the edge of the bed and started to throat fuck me, then flipped me around and fucked me until he blew his load inside me. He got dressed, instructed me to count to 50 before I removed my mask, cut the zip tie and left.

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...

Cum lube spit, my ass slime. It’s glorious

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.

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.

PART 21 Slightly run down, but clean was the best way to describe the lobby. It had older red carpet and dark painted walls, but the main focus of the room was the front desk that was enclosed by glass. There was a price list framed on the wall and what looked like business permits or health code validations. Behind the glass was a guy who looked early 30’s and had several piercings. He smiled and spoke thru the hole in the glass, “Hey Cutie. First time or are you a member?” I am sure i blushed, but managed to reply “First time.” Looking me over again, he finally spoke up. “Well, we definitely need to see your ID, since you look 15. Don’t worry, a lot of the guys here will LOVE that. And did you want a locker or room or deluxe room?” Handing over my ID, he checks it over and a minute after typing away on his computer, spoke again. “I am giving you a good room on the main hallway. And we will hold your ID til you are ready to leave. That will be $8 for membership and $25 for the room. And make sure and grab a towel on your way in. There’s also a small locker in your room and it’s the same key as your room.” He must have seen my puzzled look. “The locker is for your clothes. No clothes allowed. That’s what the towel is for. Or with that twink body, feel free to just go nude.” I didn’t even have a reply and almost just asked for my ID and bolted, but again my hard cock won out. “I will buzz you through and just make sure to bring your towel back to get your ID on the way out. Have fun.” He nodded towards the interior door and i heard the buzz and gripped the doorknob and took a deep breath and entered the bathhouse. i was able to follow the sign on the wall and walked down a long corridor that veered left and found my room. The few guys i had seen out of the corner of my eyes were all wearing just the towels and were much older than me. Once inside my room, i finally took a breath and sat on the edge of my single mattress. In the corner of the room was a small screen playing porn, one guy very eagerly sucking a giant cock. I quickly took off my clothes and wrapped the towel around me. They wisely put the key on a wristband, so with key on wrist and nerves so bad i was shaking a little, i ventured out of my room. I made my way back down the hall towards where i had started and turned into the first of two other hallways. I could smell chlorine and soon found my way in a spa room with a four men relaxing in the water. Off of the spa room was a shower and bathroom. I continued down the hall and found the sauna, which was empty and a steam room that i couldn’t even see if anyone was in. Walking back i could feel eyeballs on me as i nervously didn’t mAke eye contact. As i made my way down the other hall, i found two separate movie rooms. Both had a few guys openly stroking hard or semi hard cocks. No one seemeD to be in a hurry. The last room was marked dark room and was just that, dark and i couldn’t see anything but it sounded like someone was making someone feel good in there. My cock throbbed a little listening to what was obviously two men having sex. It must have distracted me because as i turned around and took a few steps i almost banged right into a guy exiting one of the movie rooms. i stepped back and began to apologize and he laughed and told me not to worry. It was then that i took a moment to take him in. He was mid 40s and very tall, maybe 6 4” and lean, very lean. His grey hair was cut very short. As we stared at each other a moment too long, he finally spoke up. “First time here? I know i haven’t seen you before?” I laughed nervously and admitted “i have been here maybe 15 minutes. I just hope i can find my room.” He looked me over again and reached for my wrist and my key. “Room 24. I can show you the way. Why don’t you follow me.” That’s all it took. 15 minutes and i was being led back to my room with an older guy that i thought was really really hot. As we got to the room, he didn’t even ask. He just reached for my wrist and used the key to open the door and led me in before following me in and closing the door.

I have sucked off cousins and one uncle. My dad had a big dick and loved to show off his bulge in boxer briefs when I was growing upo. He'd lay on the sofa with his feet up on the table and I would lay next to him with my head on his bulge. He would get hard and press his cock against my face. I wanted to suck him off in the worst way but it never went that far. Maybe for the best. My first LTR had been sucked off by family members and then a priest all through his teens years and LOVED it. He taught me how to be an oral cock worshiper. I think feeders who started young tend to be the most interesting sexually. They really get the mind/mouth/cock connection and are oftern hypersexual and multicummers. My kinda feeder!

I was at a bar and started talking to a guy. We got around to talking about anything and he complained about how his girl didn't swallow. I pointed out that a mouth us a mouth, and I had "heard" that men understand how to do it better. He dared me to prove it, so I did in the restroom stall.

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.

I was back at my Alma mater a few years ago for a football game. We finished up tailgating and everyone had gone home. I was still too drunk to drive. So, I decided I would stroll along campus, and revisit the bathroom where I gave my first ever blow job. I was not disappointment. I took the last stall and waiting for the "foot tap". I got one a beautiful near 7in white hot cock. I swallowed him whole and had him moaning in no time. I pulled off and whispered if he wanted some ass. He leaped to his feet and joined me in my stall. He had me bent over the toilet in no time flat. He pit on his cock and added some to my bare hole, and he very slowly sunk that this 7inch bare cock. He pumped his thick dick in my cunt and grunted out he was going to breed me. I pushed back as I could feel his cock throb in my pussy. He zipped up and told me thank you. When he opened the door there stood a specimen of a black god. He asked for seconds. He told me he was watching over the top and he had to have some hot daddy ass. I was 38 at the time. He unfurled his thick 8in black dick and slid in me with ease as I had spit and um in my well fucked hole. He fucked me hard with vengeance and I gripped the toilet for support. He had to fuck me for at least 10 minutes before he added his thick cum to my cunt. When he zipped and left. I closed the door and locked it. I sat for moment as cum dripped out of me. I cleaned up a little and left the evidence sitting in the toilet while I decided to go check a few more of cruising haunts.

PART 19 Ron teased my hole with his cock head, rubbing it against my hole but not quite putting in. I can remember clearly thinking of the precum he was smearing all over my hole. I wanted his precum all over my hole, marking me. I wanted to get fucked but i needed that cum. Finally, when i thought i couldn’t take any more teasing, i felt the pressure of his blunt fat cock head pushing into my tight boy hole. The familiar sting as a man’s penis entered me again made me grit my teeth a little as i concentrated on trying to relax my hole. “Your hole is extra tight today Chris. Hit those poppers and don’t stop. You still have about six inches of cock to take.” Hearing that, i obeyed immediately alternating nostrils and holding the hits in. Before i knew it or realized it, i heard Ron telling me “Good boy, you took all of my cock inside you. Balls fucking deep. Do you feel how deep i am in you? After i fuck your little boy cunt, i am going to push this deep inside you and make yoU pregnant. Do you want that? Do you want my poz babies inside you? Is that why you can here, to get filled with a strangers semen?” As he said this he started pulling out and pushing back into me. Long strokes, almost all the way out of my hole before plunging in again. His raw cock was starting to piston in and out of hole, harder and harder, til i was taking all of him over and over punching into my guts, knocking my breath out. And i just completely gave in. I focused on my hole and how good it felt. I looked up and saw this much older man grunting as he tried to destroy my hole. But he couldn’t, i just kept taking it, eyes closed mouth hanging open trying to keep my breath as i took all Man cock over and over. I felt his sweat drip on me as my head snapped back a she punched deeper and deeper. “Here it comes Chris. You want it? Do you want me sperm Deep inside you?” I could barely get any words out but managed “please. Please . I need it” Our eyes locked. “ Gonna give it to you. Fucking poz load. Fuck yeah, her it comes. Oh fuck, fuck yeah. Take. That. Fucking. Cum.” I pulled him into me and held his hips and felt him buck and spasm and knew inside me that his cock was throbbing and spitting out his semen. His hiv positive semen. Coating my guts. Filling me. Soaking into my Body. He didn’t pull out right away and i was grateful. I wanted him in me as his load soaked into me. I wasn’t letting any out. It was going to become part of me. I looked down and saw that my tummy was coated with my own load. The pounding he gave me had me shoot without touching my cock. Finally, he eased off of me and i felt his half hard cock slip out of me. Looking at his cock, i saw a streak of reddish pink and knew he had torn me up a little. It didn’t hurt but my Hole had never been fucked so hard before. I wasn’t scared, mostly i was just feeling euphoric and also proud that i had been able to take it so well. I actually had liked it. That line of being barely able to take it, the mix of pain and pleasure was powerful. And i had made Ron happy and made him cum hard. I grabbed my clothes and slipped into them as Ron laid on ,the bed. “Can i come over again soon?” I asked quietly, a little embarrassed. “Chris you can call anytime literally. I can’t wait to fuck that ass again. And maybe share it with a few friends. If you wanted to...” As i drove home with my asshole buzzing and throbbing, all i could think of was the last thing Ron had said. Friends. Plural. And they were probably all poz like Ron and Tim. And i drove on with a fresh hard on and a huge load of sperm deep inside my guts.

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

A New Weapon It was a guilty pleasure that I had found again. The guilt was bigger since I was now older and truly knew the effects of the bug, but the pleasure was greater too. I had the pleasure of watching one of my latest converts becoming a breeding machine and eager to build his own list of victims. The more I thought about it the harder I got. Collegeboy wasn't the only one and I wondered if Dragonboy's cousin was up for passing his bug along too. Each time I logged on to one of my cruising sites or apps I looked for someone that might be that perfect first one for the cousin. I wasn't sure that he would be interested or even if Dragonboy would let him do it. It seemed that they had an almost brotherly relationship. Dragonboy watched out for him most of the time and the cousin would want to go out and do his own thing, trying to not let Dragonboy run his life. So, I looked. I even set up a few searches "neg for poz", "neg for anything", "no loads refused", etc. just like I had after I caught the bug. I chatted with a couple guys, just to see how serious they were or if they left off that critical bit of information like being on prep. Some of the guys were almost perfect but had one or two things that ruled them out. A couple of those I saved for myself. The blond, 20 year old ex-gymnast that thought he was invincible ("I've taken poz loads before and I'm still neg" he liked to remind me) was a lot of fun. Three fucks and seven loads later, he couldn't meet up since he wasn't feeling good. I'm going to miss feeling that greedy, muscled, bubble butt bounce off my hips as I drilled into him, telling how I was going to do what no one else had. Or the 24 year old gamer that talked a good line, but when it came time to fuck he was almost too tight and nothing like the well-used cumslut he claimed to be. I did finally get it in, but I left him whimpering with two big loads soaking into his trashed hole. He complained a week later that his ass still hurt. And then begged me a week after that to fuck him again. A week after that his profile was gone. I finally found a guy that was interested in meeting up and came close to fitting the cousin's preferences. He wasn't Chinese, but he was Asian and about the same size. Now I needed to see if I could get the cousin to breed his first guy, if he hadn't already. It took a few tries but I got in touch with Dragonboy. First I asked about his cousin and how he was doing. "He was in bad shape for 4 or 5 days. He thought it was Covid, but he only had two of the symptoms. I took him to the clinic you suggested and he found out what it really was" was his response. I replied "Does he understand? Is he OK? Are his numbers ok?" "Yes he does. I think he's ok. I don't know about numbers. The only one I saw on the sheet the doctor gave him was 800,000. He acts worried around me but I think its not true" he typed back quickly. I smiled and then sent back "Oh wow. Why?" "Is that a good number? I saw some of the websites he is visiting. He stares at his test results and gets a big grin on his face. In private, he seems to be happier than I have ever seen him since he came to stay with me. But he is somber and looks worried as soon as he sees me around. I caught him jerking off and he stared at the cum in his hand a minute and then smiled before he licked it up" Dragonboy replied. We chatted a bit more and I told him he needed to try and get his cousin to be honest with him. Almost as an afterthought I added "Maybe he needs to get back into the pool and get some sexual relief." "I don't know. The doctor said he's not to have any sex. There is a problem getting him medication" Dragonboy replied after a few minutes. It took several attempts at figuring out what to say next, but finally I typed "I think it is up to him. I'm sure we can find someone who doesn't care about his status or might want what he can give" as my reply. The conversation went dead at that point and I decided not to push it. A half hour later, I saw a tab flashing on my browser and when I clicked on it, I had a response from Dragonboy. "I don't think this is a good idea but he wants to. Do you know anyone or where we can find someone? Maybe someone that is already poz?" was his answer. It took a few days to set something up but my target was all excited and to be honest, so was I. I was also nervous, since I had never set anything like this up before. While I wanted to test drive the guy first, I knew I'd end up breeding him and that wouldn't be fair to Dragonboy's cousin. I'd be there as backup just in case the cousin didn't put out. I met the bottom (allcum4me) outside on the corner and took him the back way into my building. It was a little hard to tell if he was the guy from the profile with the mask that covered most of his face. The rest of the description matched, though, and I did see the long goatee poking out from the bottom of the mask and he had the long braided ponytail from the pictures. "Asian slut looking to find his limits" the profile said. He wasn't as clean cut as Dragonboy's cousin, but if the cousin wouldn't fuck him, then I would. His slender body was covered in a loose t-shirt and long athletic shorts. The skin that showed on his arms and legs was slightly darker than Dragonboy or his cousin and was made even darker by copious amounts of black ink. His ears were mostly metal from the piercings around the edge down to the gauged lobes that were stretched over an inch. The large septum ring I saw later completed the "I love piercings" look. I didn't tell him outright that my "friend" was newly poz and had a high viral load, but I had hinted at it and said that he was eager to top for the first time in a while. I'd also never asked him directly if he wanted a toxic load, but all of his messages hinted he did with several innuendos. Maybe he was too excited to get fucked by his first Asian cock in a few years to care about status. He confided in an early message that he had taken dozens of undetectable loads and found that it no longer had the thrill it once did and he wanted to get that adrenaline back. His profile did say "all loads taken" after all. Not much was said as we rode the elevator up to the roof and it stayed quiet until we got inside the locker room. "Let's see what ya got" I said with the same cocky tone that I usually had with these kinds of hookups. He pulled off his tee and laid in on the bench before pushing his hi-tops off and finally sliding his shorts down. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows saying "You can't suck with that mask on." Allcum4me took it off and laid it on top of his clothes. He was freeballing and his small cock was starting to get stiff. There was a thick patch of black pubes over his cock but it looked like his balls were shaved. Ink covered his chest and arms as well as both of his legs below the knees. Other than the three inch long goatee, the tufts of hair poking out from his armpits and the pubes, his body was smooth. I liked what I saw and hoped his attitude matched his appearance. It was my turn and I slid off my sandals and pushed my sweatpants off. I left the jockstrap on, slipped the mask over my head and then removed my tank top. When I looked up, I caught him licking his lips, so he seemed to like what I had to offer. Hopefully, he would like what Dragonboy's cousin had too. Since the cousin hadn't shown up yet, I decided it would be good to try out our victim's mouth. "Come here, you can suck me until he show's up" I said as I walked to the sauna. It would give us a little privacy in case someone unplanned showed up. Leaving the door open, I sat down on the top bench, pulled my cock out of the pouch and gave it a quick stroke. It was already getting hard and allcum4me knew what to do. He kneeled on the bottom bench and licked up and down the side of my shaft. He was pretty good and the more he worked his lips and tongue around my dick the better he got. I was surprised at how wide he could open his jaw and he never even grazed his teeth on my cock. He had been sucking for a little more than five minutes when I heard the locker room door open. My hands forced his face down into my pubes and I could feel him struggle to get off my dick, but I held him tight. One maskless head peeked around the corner and it was Dragonboy. Next his cousin looked in and grinned at us. I could tell he was looking the bottom over and the grin didn't diminish. They disappeared for a minute and both came into the sauna naked. I had let the bottom up and he gasped for air quickly but went back to sucking my cock without any additional encouragement from me. The light was a little dim but I could see the outline of a fresh snake tattoo wrapping around the cousin's leg with the head and fangs on his hip. As he came closer, I could see a biohazard symbol that the snake curled around on his upper thigh. The tattoo was obviously very recent and I was eager to see it when it was done. The cousin had a wicked grin on his face and it seemed that he was excited to share his new-found power. He definitely had a different attitude than any of the other times I had met him. He was not submissive at all and was becoming more aggressive by the second. He moved closer and gave a hard slap to the bottom's ass. The moment I saw his hand raised, I cupped my hand behind the bottoms head to hold him still. The cousin's hands spread the bottom's butt cheeks apart and he spit a few gobs on the hole. One hand moved in and he fingered the spit into the hole first with one finger and then two a few seconds later. Dragonboy stood off to the side and his face was one of bewilderment. I'm sure he had never pictured his cousin acting like this. I was surprised too, but it was quickly removing any doubt in my mind that he wouldn't perform. There was a sheen on his cock from some lube and he gave another stroke before moving in. I wasn't planning on spit roasting the bottom but that seemed to be what the cousin was intent on doing. Once his fingers were out of the way, he grabbed the bottom's hips and started to toy with the bottom's hole. I could hear and feel the whimpers from the bottom around my cock until without warning the cousin speared his cock in. This time a loud grunt was muffled by my cock. I had heard from several guys that after they converted they went from bottom to top or versatile. While this wasn't totally the case with the cousin, he was definitely in top mode now. He was a very different person from each of the times I had fucked him. Then, he knew that he was to give himself to the top. Now, he was the one using the bottom for his pleasure. There had been no hesitation, he came in and began to use this anonymous guy's ass right away. And use it he did. He wasn't one of those one dimensional tops that just penetrates, fucks for a few minutes and then breeds. The cousin started with a little fingering, penetrated, fucked with a varied pace and intensity, rimmed the bottom, slapped his ass, and that was just in the first fifteen minutes. He got more aggressive, grabbing the bottom's shoulders to get better leverage. When he pulled the bottom off of my cock with a fistful of hair, I used this as my cue to let him take over. I had my eye on Dragonboy who was staring at his cousin fuck the bottom. He was a little startled when I pushed him toward the bench and felt his hole with a pair of spit covered fingers. Dragonboy took his place next to the other bottom and soon was feeling my bare cock stretch him open. When I normally fuck in this situation, I just concentrate on my bottom, not looking at the other guys fucking around me. My curiosity was too strong, though, and I kept catching glances over at the other pair. The cousin had stamina and kept fucking his bottom, getting more and more verbal every minute. I had no idea what he was saying and I don't think his bottom did either. Dragonboy did and I could see him jerk his head back and look at his cousin, apparently surprised at what he said. The cousin's bottom seemed to be enjoying it too. He was pushing back onto the cock that was plowing his hole and I caught a few times when he looked back and he had a grin on his face. I kept getting close and would have to back off, occasionally giving Dragonboy a hard slap to stop him from working his hole too vigorously. I wanted the cousin's first poz-on-neg breeding to be the main event. After another ten minutes, the tone from the cousin's voice changed. He seemed to be trying to hold back his impending orgasm. My pace slowed down and I was thrusting into Dragonboy hard. Both of us were staring at his cousin, though. The cousin lunged forward and wrapped his right arm around his bottom's neck. His hips gave another few rolls and with him planted as deep as he could he let out a howl. I could see his butt clench and release with each shot of virus laden cum he put into allcum4me. His bottom suddenly got verbal too, begging for as much cum as he could get. The cousin slammed in two more times, trying to get his cum deeper. The look on the cousin's face was pure bliss and the bottom appeared to be happy too. Dragonboy shoved his ass back on to my cock to jolt me out of my trance and I immediately started to pound him. My hands reached up and grabbed his neck as I pulled myself forward. Each loud thud as my body slammed into him generated a loud grunt which was slowly replaced by him yelling "FUCK!" each time. My balls were pulled up tight and struggling to contain the load inside them. One more hard thrust and jets of my charged cum shot out of my cock. On the second spurt, I could feel his hole clench and release around my cock and I knew he was shooting his load all over the sauna bench. He milked every drop of cum that my body was willing to give up for this round and all I heard from Dragonboy after the first few shots were moans. As my breathing slowed, I looked over and the bottom had turned around and was licking the cousin's cock and balls clean. The cousin had his arm hanging so his hand covered the biohazard portion of the tattoo, making me chuckle to myself. Dragonboy had no intention of cleaning my cock like he did the last time we fucked, even after I sat down on the bench next to him. We got a few minutes rest and the silence was broken by Dragonboy's cousin saying something and motioning with his hands. "He said lay on your back on the top bench" Dragonboy told the other bottom. Once he was there, the cousin tugged on his legs to get him on an angle and then pushed his legs back. His cock was stiff once again and he guided it right back into allcum4me's puffy hole. Moments later he was drilling his cumdump again, churning up the earlier load. Dragonboy looked over at me and I gave a quick laugh before getting up and putting him in a similar position. Like the other bottom, my cock slid right back into Dragonboy's hole with only a slight grunt from him. Once again, I got a late start fucking my bottom compared to the cousin. With a better vantage point, I could see his expressions as he fucked. Only when he changed positions or gave the occasional hard thrust did his expression change. It was either joy, concentration, or an evil grin. I knew at that point that he enjoyed being a top and had some good experience at it. The evil grin told me he was enjoying this even more, knowing he was breeding a neg guy and maybe even pozzing him. It took a little more than ten minutes for both of us get close to dumping our second loads. The cousin started yelling out again while he fucked harder and I looked down at Dragonboy who had a shocked look on his face. My thrusts got ragged and I felt the cum start to rise. The cousin slammed in and yelled out "You fuck now!" and said it again after he slammed in a second time. My first rope of cum started shooting out as I was plowing into Dragonboy's hole. With another hard thrust, the cousin's body spasmed and he yelled out "All mine!" The next few ropes that came out of my engorged cock were shot deep inside as I stayed planted all the way in. The cousin's bottom had his eyes closed as his own cock erupted, covering his chest and face with his white neg cream. We all stood there, coming down from our post-orgasmic highs. "Let's grab a shower" I said after a couple minutes, backing away from Dragonboy. The cousin followed me closely as I walked across the locker room to the shower area. The bottoms were several steps behind us and both walking slower. We all showered for a few minutes, soaping up from the dispensers on the wall. As I started to rinse the soap off I heard "Oh fuck... Biohazard? He's poz?" come from allcum4me. I chuckled and said "Yeah, its a fresh tat" trying to leave it ambiguous. I watched him reach back and feel his swollen hole and the cum dripping out of it. The look on his face told me he had a million different emotions running through his brain. He quickly ran out of the shower and by the time I had finished rinsing off he and his clothes were gone. When we were dressed, we walked out of the locker room toward the elevator. None of us spoke until the elevator door opened and we saw a wet towel laying there. We got in, Dragonboy pushed the 4 button and said "Let's talk." We walked into his condo and once the door was closed the cousin came up to me and hugged me tight. He looked up at me and said "Thank you. You poz me good." The words surprised me, but I looked down and smiled, giving his ass a firm squeeze, saying "You're welcome. Be sure to keep sharing it." It was a weird conversation with Dragonboy doing all of the translation. I told the cousin to expect more experiences like that one - a great fuck until they realize they just took a toxic load or three. The tattoo would both attract and deter people. "He may not convert after only one fuck" I said and both of them nodded with Dragonboy replying "I'm still neg, but I don't know how." I left and went up to my condo and fell down on the couch. Grabbing a blunt from the table, I lit it and had it gone while I fired up my laptop. Allcum4me's profile was gone which didn't surprise me. Just another chaser who freaked when he got what he was asking for. I hoped there wouldn't be any fallout from the fuck and figured we'd never hear from him again.

@tallslenderguy - Reading your post, I realized that the way I posed my question suggested that I find these guys attractive. Like you, I don’t. I’m not intimidated by them either, I don’t feel left out of their circle and want to play their reindeer games, and I don’t feel inferior to them. Yet in spite of this, I feel a strong obligation to let them have their way with my cunt. Anyone who has read much of my writing on here might observe that I feel a strong obligation to let any man have his way with my cunt, and that’s true, but that feeling is increased for some reason if the guy is cocky, overbearing, or otherwise inclined to treat me more like a whore than a lover. Who knows - maybe I really am just fully settling in to my permanent role as a vessel for semen, and fully grasping the full extent of what that means for me. Ironically, one of the things that sets off the five-alarm Nope warning in my head is if a guy who’s fucking me says something like, “I could fall for you so easily.” (This has happened.) I’d gladly take on a dozen callous brutes who call me faggot as they rut me rather than tangling with one unwanted romantic’s needy heart.

All the character traits and behavioral flaws you mention, ErosWired, are generally ones we think of as being stereotypically MALE. For good or bad, I like male things: that’s what gets me going, that’s what floats my boat sexually. For a cumdump like me, masculinity is hot, no matter how it’s expressed. Now, you could certainly argue that there is nothing innately male in any of these behaviours, and it’s just our culture that has designated them as such. Maybe so, but I am also a product of that culture, so I have equally been brainwashed into considering them male, and thereby ‘hot’.

Justin shut the door and walked home, his ass was sore and cum was dripping out of it and he was sure he had a wet spot on his shorts. He got home and showered and crawled into bed and tried to sleep but he was still so horny. He got online and fired up BBRT hoping to see some hot guys and jack off. He went to his mail and before he could open the email from the visitors coming to town an email hit from ElephantDIck. Justin opened it and it read, abnormally large penis, most men can not take me. You probably can not either but you are so cute and hot I had to hit you up. Justin emailed back and said, I can take I am sure! The guy emailed back and said host or travel, Justin said Host in an email back and the guy said, Give me your address, be ass up on your bed with your hole toward the door. I fuck a long time so you better not waist my time. Good boy the guy shot back, I am on the way be there in 15 min. Just opened the email from the guys coming in for a wedding and it said, good glad your hole take take large dildos and toys. Sounds like you are a good fuck toy and love your ass played with. You sound perfect for us. Just emailed back and said I am your boy, I will do anything you want, I just wish you were here now. I am so horny! He hopped up and took a shower and never even looked at the guys profile with the elephant dick. He dried off thinking he should check it out but by the time he was drying off he heard the door open and close to his apartment so he hopped on the bed and slipped on the blindfold out of habit and soon the door opened to his room and the guy said nice piece of ass. Hope you don't mind I invited a buddy over to help you so you can take me. Justin said yes sir that is perfect, With that Justin could hear him texting and he went over to Justin's exposed ass and started rimming and eating it. He stopped and said see you have been busy slut and he went back to tongue fucking and eating Justin's cunt and all Justin could do is moan. The guy opened some popper as he pulled off Justin's ass and took several hits and then put the cap back on and gave them to Justin. He told him to keep taking hits. Justin did and soon he was flying. Moaning louder and in between moans the door opened and they greeted each other. The elephant guy said, your skills are needed. With that he lifted his hand off Justin's ass and brought his dick and let it hang right in front of Justin and then he lifted it to his lips and Justin opened his mouth and started to try to suck on the head. It was not even hard and it was huge, he licked and suck on the head and he could tell it was getting harder. Justin felt lube on his ass again and lots of it, The guy said open him up nice and slow, I love watching this shit and make sure he is deep so I can fuck the shit out of him. With that the guy started fingering Justin's hole and soon had four fingers in to the knuckles and he started twisting them around and then bend his thumb and started to press and Justin yelped, the guy rubbed his back and said boy relax you are gonna love this. He told the other guy that he ordered supplies but they have not hit yet. This did not make the guys stop pressing and twisting his fist back and fourth and then he stopped and put more lube on and in Justin and He told the guy in front of me Elephant that he what was left in a pipe in his back and a some g. He hard the guy go to the kitchen and open the refrigerator and then dig in the trash. WTF he thought and then he appeared with a drink and a straw. Justin had tossed a drink earlier from a fast food joint. Just sucked it down and then he heard a torch. The guy put the pipe up to Justin's lips and told him to hold his breath and when he told him to breath he should take a soft steady inhale until he told him to stop. He said now and Justin slowly inhaled and then the guy removed the pipe and he said slowly exhale and a big cloud came out. No that is not right boy, you went too fast and he put the pipe up and said slowly inhale when I say and he lit it again and then said now. Removed the pipe and then slide down and put his lips next to Justin's and said exhale boy and he put his lips over Justin's and he took in the cloud as Justin exhaled and he left his lips there and have it back and Justin without being told took it all in. They did this till the pipe was empty and Justin was flying! The guy behind him was pressing hard and elephant grabbed Justin's ass and pulled it apart and with the other hand he gabbed Justin's balls softly at first and then hard till he was crushing them and Justin screamed out in pain and the guy as his ass broke in and his fist was inside Justin and he was trying to pull away but elephant guy had him in his grip. The guy in his ass said it is in the bag and elephant let loose and Justin pulled off his dick and started to gasp and said I can't please. He was suddenly grabbed and turned on his back and his legs and hands were tied together and his hole was now exposed on the side of the bed. Elephant said for now, this is how you have to be and he said open your mouth so you can taste my dick. Justin did but a ball gag was placed inside instead and then fasted. Justin thought, fuck I should not have done this. and then he hard the door open and both guys said supplies. Here is a ball, some g and the other stuff you ordered, Nice pussy there, any chance I can dump my six day load, gf is not putting out. Sure thing, here is a half a ball for the trouble, With that the guy came over and unbuckled his belt and slide his finger over Justin's slit and pressed his finger inside. Then two fingers and finally three, nice pussy he said loudly and he pressed his dick against Justin's hole after withdrawing his fingers and slide slowly inside. Right past the second ring and finally bottoming out. He starting calling Justin a cunt, whore, fucking Dirty slut for everyone to fuck, Bet if I posted your ass up for sale I could make some money tonight. He kept talking and the while deep fucking Justin in and out of that second hole and almost all the way out and this went on for more than ten minutes and then she shot his load in Justin. Fuck is what he bellowed as his load shot rope after rope and he pulled out and asked where the shower was. Before he left the room with his clothes he grabbed Justin;s phone and and it was unlocked and he called himself from the phone and then went to Justin and whispered in his ear. Boy you need any party favors I am your guy, I just shot a huge load up your ass and will want more of that pussy soon! Then he left to go shower.

Over the next week I continued my regime of two swims every day. But purposefully I made sure my swim at the end of the day was longer. For the first four days I didn’t see the tattooed guy despite staying til almost closing and showering in the same stall where I’d first spied his monster cock. On Friday as I walked into the changing room, there he was. He’s clearly finished his swim and was toweling himself dry in his boxers. In the low light his muscles rippled under the magnificent artwork that covered his body. I walked passed him and opened a locker at the end of the row. “Hey.” I turned around. He had one foot on the bench to dry his leg and was smiling at me. “Hey.” A flash caught my eye and I spied the flint of his piercing as his cock peeked out from the end of his boxers. “Haven’t seen you in a while,” he said. I turned away as I felt my cox twitch. “I’ve been coming later,” I replied. “Yeah, my times are fucked up cos of work too.” I pulled my tee off and shrugged off my chinos, pulling my speedos out in a fluid movement and desperately trying not to think of his cock. And him jerking it under the shower. “You wear those?” “What?” “Speedos.” I looked back at him. He was now in his jeans, the waist band of his boxers showing as he stretched a polo shirt over his tight body. “Yeah. Less resistance in the water.” I winced. He smiled and sat down on the bench. “Is that true?” He was looking straight at me as I held the speedos. There was nothing else to do. “Yes.” I pull off my pants hoping my cock wasn’t too erect and slid my speedos into the inviting lycra feeling it cup my tightening balls. He watched me intently. “Cool. Couldn’t wear them myself. I’d feel too exposed.” He stared at me as I turned to face him. “I’m sure you’d look good in a pair.” Our eyes locked. “Perhaps. Well enjoy your swim and catch you sometime.” He grabbed his backpack and in seconds was gone. As the door swung shut I sighed and released the blood that I’d held back for so long into my cock. It hardened in my Speedo’s as I walked to the pool for a long swim. Over the next few weeks, I continued my refined regime and we saw each other perhaps once or twice a week - the same “Heys” and genteel conversation. But the same frisson as our eyes locked. But nothing more. One night I arrived much later than normal. It had not been a good day at work. I stormed into the changing room and stopped dead. There he was. He had his back to me but he was in a pair of Speedo’s. Classic Speedo’s. Black. He spun round. “Oh, hi.” “Hello.” He looked distinctly uncomfortable so I walked past him to my usual locker and started undressing. I got down to my briefs when he said: “What do you think?” I turned around. He was standing facing me. The bulge in the black Lycra made my mouth water. “You look good,” I stammered. Our eyes locked for a second longer than they should have before he laughed. “Nah. I don’t think so. But they were in the sale so I thought I’d see what they looked like.” He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on. Grabbing his tee he headed for the door. “Have a good swim.” I finished my swim and showered. There was a polite cough and I looked up as I was changing. It was one of the gym attendants. “Sorry, we’re closed. I didn’t think there was anyone down here after Jack left. I’ll need to let you out the back door.” Jack. That was his name. I apologised and followed the attendant through the back of the gym. I didn’t realise it went back so far until he opened a door, wished me goodnight and I stepped out into the twilight and into somewhere I didn’t recognise. I paused to get my bearings and realised I was in the housing estate. I didn’t realise that the it wrapped itself around the gym to this extent. I sighed. I would have to double back through the estate and get my bike. I hiked my backpack onto my back and headed around the gym. As I looked, I realised that the estate wasn’t as grim as I thought it was. All the flats looked well appointed and I realised they had a distinct design to them. Without thinking I flipped my phone out and searched Google. Sure enough, the estate had been designed by a famous architect and had, long ago stopped being social housing. “I’d be careful about doing that here.” It was Jack. He was in faded blue jeans that gripped his legs, a black tee and boots. “Oh, hi. Jack.” He looked at me quizzically. “How’d you know my name?” I recounted what had happened at the gym; he smiled and said that he lived in the estate and would walk part way back with me. Side by side we started our journey. I found out his name was Jacques, he was an artist so did odd jobs and “this and that” and suddenly he stopped walking. “Well this is where I live,” pointing up a stairwell. He paused as I adjusted my backpack and shuffled from foot to foot. “I’m heading your way but just need to pick something up. Do you want to wait, I’ll only be a second. Or come up.” He looked at me straight-eyed. I pretended to look around us. “I’ll come up, if you don’t mind.” He smiled and made some joke about it being the safest neighbourhood in town as I followed him up the stairs. At the top he unlocked a door and walked in, not stopping to see if I was following. It was not what I was expecting. Down a short corridor his apartment opened into a large open space. And at the far end, floor to ceiling windows with what I can only describe as a magnificent view of the city. When I tore my eyes away from the view I realised he had disappeared. I sat down on the sofa and waited. My eyes wandered to the table and widened. There, in plain sight was a spliff and a bolt piercing. “Ah, there it is.” Jacques suddenly appeared and leaning over the table grabbed the spliff then sat on the opposite sofa. I looked up and he was staring at me, spliff in hand. “I need this tonight. You don’t mind do you?” I shook my head and said it was fine and didn’t bother me as I’d had a hard week too. I winced at my choice of words. He smiled and pulled out a lighter. “Shall we have a quick toke before we go?” Without waiting for an answer he lit the spliff and took a deep grab. Whistling through his teeth and leaned over and handed it to me, and fell back against the sofa, spreading his legs. I took a deep hit and held it in. Christ it was good stuff and started working it’s magic immediately. I looked back at him and shrugging my pack off, I handed it back and leaned into my own sofa. My mind was in overdrive. One side was enjoying the effects of the smoke, the other wondered what the holy fuck was going on. As we shared the spliff, we chatted. I told him I was an accountant, lived with a “partner” of twenty years and had been swimming since I was twelve. He was half American, half French and had moved to the city after an”ugly break up.” Whenever we swapped the spliff our fingers touched, lingering more with each share. Suddenly he lunged into his back pack at the side of the sofa and threw something at me. “Here. These are for you.” By reflex I caught them and looked down. Speedos. Red speedos. I looked at him. “I bought them and some others when I got the other pair. Reckon you’ll get more use out of them.” He smiled and I watched as he expertly rolled another spliff. Not looking up he said: “Try ‘em on.” As he licked the spliff closed he looked at me. Stared at my face. My mind exploded. Then I decided. I stood up. Kicked off my shoes and stared back. Grabbing the lighter he lit the new smoke and sat back. I pulled off my shirt, unbuckled my chinos and slipped my fingers into the waistband of my pants and shoved my trousers down. He raised an eyebrow, not taking his eyes off my face. I leaned down and hooked my ankles through the speedos. And pulled them up. Keeping eye contact I rearranged my junk, now semi erect, in front of him. He stunned out the spliff and stood up. He smiled at me and as I watched he pulled off his boots, shucked his tee and dropped his jeans. Underneath he was wearing yellow speedos. I gasped at the contrast with his hard muscled body and inked skin. Sitting back down he spread his legs, relighting the spliff and handed it to me. “Cool.”

No HIV positive guys - It was bound to happen It was a week before I was flying to reunite with Connor in New York City. Reunite. That really was the word. I felt like half of me was gone in another place. I could communicate with it, but it felt as if my legs were detached. My brain could tell myself to walk, but I couldn't feel the movement of walking. The hope of seeing Connor again and reconnecting the missing pieces, missing feelings was growing daily. I moved us into the new apartment with Ramon, Seth, John and Bradley. We ran into some of my neighbors while moving. Bradley knew a few of the guys. They were older, late 30s early 40s maybe. They invited us down for drinks once we finished. We were all exhausted after we moved everything. Seth and Ramon bailed on us. Bradley and John went home to change. An hour later John, Bradley and I knocked on my neighbor's door. There was some music playing and we could hear voices. It definitely sounded like a party. Bradley's friend took us inside and introduced us to a couple of people. Everyone was really nice. I was not wearing party/club clothes, but was instead in older running shorts, flip flops, and a tank top. I had just picked what was on the top of the garbage bag (classy, I know) and quickly dressed. I thought it was just drinks at the neighbor's place; not a party. I was a bit embarrassed that I was under-dressed. John told me not to worry, that I looked like the most perfect Jewish bottom boy ever. We laughed, especially since John is the most perfect WASP bottom boy ever. We were at the makeshift bar at this point and one of the guys said; "You're right. He is the most perfect Jewish bottom boy ever." I turned to see who it was and I was stunned. It was the guy who had given the lecture in psychology class my freshman year - the positive guy who said it's the other guy's fault if he doesn't ask my status or ask me to use a condom. My cock twitched. What the fuck was wrong with me. He introduced himself as Rob. He was sexier now than I remembered him. I didn't remember the nice pecs, the great biceps or the amazing smile. He was older, but he was so fucking hot. No wonder guys would forget to ask him to use condoms. We chatted for a bit while I drank my first cocktail. John chatted with Rob's friends. Bradley scouted for his older bottom guy for the evening. We had arrived a little around 8pm. By 10pm guys were thinning out to go to the bars, but most of the crowd stayed. Bradley peaced out with a very well dressed man on his arm. John and I both rolled our eyes - Bradley's type is so expected. It's as if an archetype just keeps churning these guys out to sit on Bradley's cock. I was decently tipsy because I hadn't eaten and had moved furniture all day. I had now been drinking for about 2 hours. The host came into the back yard and asked if a few of us would run to the corner store to buy some vodka. Rob was near me and said he would go and said he would take the "most perfect Jewish bottom boy ever" with him. He looked at me and said, "You moved today. At least I know you can carry things without breaking them." Off we went. It was about a 6 block walk. Rob asked me a lot about myself on the way to the store. He also hit on me blatantly. He told me what a tease I was wearing an outfit that barely covered anything. In truth, my tank top reached almost down to the hem of my shorts so at times it looked like I wasn't wearing any shorts. John had also told me that he cold see my underwear up my leg hole when I sat down earlier at the party. So I just stood the rest of the time. I guess I was dressed like a slut. I tried to explain that I had a boyfriend, had just moved, grabbed what was on top of the bag, didn't know it was a party, etc. Rob listened and then leaned close to me and said, "You are still making me hard you perfect Jewish bottom boy." He asked if I was a bottom. I told him I was. He asked if John was my boyfriend and I laughed and said "No, he's another bottom boy." Rob said, "I bet he'll have some guy's cock up his ass by the time we get back to the party." I explained what a "good boy" John was and how he always made me feel slutty because he would never do things like go to a party and end up getting fucked by a guy he just met there. Rob caught that immediately. He said, "But you have gone to parties and been fucked by guys you met there." I blushed. About a block from the store there was an area with old growth trees that blocked the street lights. It was darker than other areas along the main street. Rob pushed me up against the tree and kissed me. He pushed his body against me and I could feel his hard cock on my thigh. I opened my mouth for him. He invaded my mouth. His hands slipped onto my ass and he said, "Plump ass." He slipped his hands down the back of my shorts and I was wearing a jock strap. He said, "Slutty most perfect Jewish bottom boy wearing easy access jock strap." I kissed him and felt his chest and biceps. He was a well built guy. I felt his cock. It was a good cock - 7", but thick in the right way. I unzipped his pants and took his cock out. I dropped to my knees and swallowed his cock. I was such a fucking slut. I wanted this cock. I knew he was HIV positive and I didn't care. I was on the sidewalk sucking off a guy I had just met at a party. He must've been horny because he did not hold back. I was quickly swallowing his load. He said, "Good boy. I'll have to try that ass later." We got the vodka and headed back to the party. We had probably been gone 30-40 minutes. When we got back the party was probably down to 12-15 guys, including us. I put the vodka in the kitchen and went to find John. This was a typical one story New Orleans house - not a shotgun house; but a typical layout with bedrooms opposite the main living areas and the kitchen in the back leading out to the backyard. I looked through the living areas, checked the backyard, and then the bathroom. There was a guy I had seen speaking with John earlier coming out of the bathroom. I asked if he had seen John. The guy nodded his head to one of the bedroom doors and said, "He's fun." I laughed and said, "I know right." I opened the door to the bedroom. There was John bent over the bed naked getting spitroasted. One guy was fucking his ass while he was sucking another guy's dick. I made a move to check on him and make sure he wasn't being raped. As I stepped closer, I saw that John was drunk but definitely working that cock in his mouth with all his effort. I heard Rob say, "Told you." I turned and Rob was in the doorway. I was kinda turned on by the scene, but also really surprised. I started to leave the room. Rob stopped me and turned me around. He stood me in front of him and had me watch the sex scene. The guy fucking John said he was getting close and John said, "Cum on my back." The guy fucking him pulled his cock out, ripped off the condom, and jerked his load all over John's back. The guy in front then went to fuck John's ass. He put his cock at John's hole and John handed him a condom. "No glove. No love," John said. I relaxed a bit. John may be slutting around, but he was still being safe, per usual. Safe sex poster boy John. He really was a good boy. What was wrong with me. I craved bareback sex. I was actually less turned on my the baseball player shaped hunk plowing WASPy twink John's ass because he was using a condom. I actually felt my cock get softer. I looked at Rob and said, "Want another drink?" We left the bedroom, closed the door and headed to the kitchen. I poured a vodka cranberry and stepped outside. Rob didn't leave my side. He said, "You're right. Your friend is a good boy. He's giving his ass up just like a good bottom boy should." I said, "I know right. He's almost too good. Like I said, he makes me feel like the slutty one most of the time." Rob laughed out loud and hard. He said, "Really? Your friend is in a stranger's bedroom, getting fucked by multiple guys, and doesn't look like he's going to stop anytime soon. All you've done is suck my cock and swallow my load. I think he's taking the slutty prize tonight." I drank some of my drink, wanting to get drunk. Wanting to just say that "I'm sluttier because they wouldn't be using condoms to fuck me. I'm sluttier because I wouldn't stop once we ran out of condoms. I'm sluttier because I love when a guy cums in my ass." But I just stood there and drank my drink. Rob looked at me. He handed me his drink and said he would get himself another. When Rob came back he asked if that was the first time I ever saw John getting fucked. I laughed and told him that John and I met at a party both getting fucked over the same bed. Rob took an ice cube and ran it up the back of my shirt along my spine. I squirmed. He laughed and said stand still. He slipped the ice cube down my ass crack and against my hole. In all the sex I'd ever had with Justin or Connor or Eli or anyone else; I'd never had someone do that before. He pushed and I thought my body would react my tensing up against the cold. Instead my ass popped open and he slipped the small, rapidly reducing ice cube up my ass hole. I was surprised. He did it a few more times. Then I realized I needed to push out all the water or it would all leak out of my ass and down my leg. I went to the bathroom, embarrassed, and sat on the toilet pushing out some water. Luckily, I had cleaned out before I left the house because I thought I would have a couple of drinks and come home and jerk off with a vibrator. I cleaned up, opened the door and Rob was standing there. He asked if I was all clean. He smiled and took a drink. I said that I was. He asked if I wanted to leave. I said, "Not yet. I want to check on John, make sure he is okay, and finish my drink." I wanted Rob, especially after that fucking crazy ass ice trick; but I knew he was HIV positive and I was in no rush to ride his cock. He turned me on so much, but I knew I would be betraying Connor again. And this time I could really hurt him. I was in no rush. If Rob grew bored of me or thought I was a tease, so be it. I opened the bedroom door. The baseball player hunk was laying on the bed obviously in post coital glow. John was sucking off another guy. I went in and sat on the bed. I gave John a questioning look. He leaned over while still jacking the guy off and said, "I'm out of condoms and the host says he doesn't have any more. I'll get this guy off and then I'm ready to go if you want." I said, "Ok. I'll be in the backyard." I went out, shut the door, refreshed my drink and went outside. Rob was sitting in a lawn chair talking with the host. I went over to them. The host asked if John was cool. I said, "He's having fun. Says you are out of condoms though and he's ready to go." Rob almost choked on his drink. He looked at the host and said, "I didn't even know you had condoms." The host looked at Rob warily and said, "Of course I do, but I'm honestly out. And John is out of his own. Either he's getting fucked bareback or he's not getting fucked anymore tonight." I said, "What if other guys want to hookup?" The host said, "My friends don't usually end up with a twink taking multiple cocks in my bed so I wasn't prepared for it." We all laughed. Rob slipped his hand up my shorts leg. I naturally spread my legs. His finger found my hole. He rubbed my wet ass and tried to slip a finger in me. It went in some, but not much. The host asked me if I wanted to hang out after John left. I said sure. John came out in the backyard almost on cue. He said he was ready to go and the baseball player hunk was going to take him home. We hugged and I told him I was going to finish my drink and head out. The host walked them out. He went inside and came out with the guy John had been sucking off. The host said, "One friend is passed out in the guest room. It's just the four of us and I locked the front door. I'm too tired if more people show up/come back." We all laughed. Rob pulled me into his lap. I sat there and spread my legs over his so they were laying outside his thighs. I leaned back against him and drank my drink. The host and the other guest sat in chairs facing us and we all chatted. The host asked if I smoked pot. I said I did and he went inside and came out with a small tray with a few boxes on it. In one there were rolling papers and in another one pot. He rolled a joint and we all smoked. I was really relaxed now. Rob told me to tell them about how John and I met while both getting fucked over the same bed at a party. I told the story. As I did, I could feel Rob's cock growing against my ass. He pushed off my tank top and said, "You've been teasing us with your body all night. Let us see some of it." I let him take it off me. I was drunk, horny, and high and my cock was getting hard in my old running shorts. The other guest said, "Zach, I can see your underwear. I'm guessing you wore those shorts hoping we would see up the legs." I tried to protest that I didn't know it was a party and it was just the stuff on the top of the bag. The guest slipped his hand up the leg of my shorts and said, "Don't worry man. You already saw my cock. Showing off your stuff won't shock us." I felt his hand rub my crotch and he asked, "Jockstrap?" I nodded. He said, "What did John call you?" Rob answered, "John called Zach the most perfect Jewish bottom boy." The host asked, "Are you?" I blushed and drunkenly said I was. Rob said, "You wear a jockstrap when you want to get fucked don't you?" I said, "I wear one almost every day." Rob asked I've I'd been fucked yet today. I said I hadn't. The host said, "But you want to get fucked don't you." I said, "Yes." Rob stood me up and slid the running shorts down my legs. I stepped out of them. I looked back at him and kissed him. I undid his pants and took out his cock. I bent over to suck his dick, showing the other guys my ass framed by the jockstrap. I felt their hands on my ass. I then felt some slickness on my ass as one of the guys put some lubed my ass. I heard clothes dropping to the ground. I felt fingers ease into my ass. It wasn't long before there were three fingers inside me. I heard one of the guys say, "Sweet ass." The fingers were removed. I felt a cock head push at my hole. He pushed and it hurt a bit. The angle was wrong. I came up off the Rob's cock, said "more lube," and then grabbed the bare cock and aimed it at my ass. The cock slid right inside me. I knew without a doubt that one of these older guys was in me bareback right now. I had felt his bare cock when I lined it up to my hole. He called me a hot slut as he fucked me. He kept asking me how I liked his dick. I would either say it felt great or I would mumble something around Rob's cock. I heard the guy say he was going to cum. As I was trained to do, I popped my head up off Rob's cock and said, "Do it! Cum in me." The guy blew his load in my ass and I went back to sucking Rob's cock. The second guy slid his cock in me next and I knew he was bareback too. Another guy whose name I didn't know and whose status I hadn't asked. I knew he was in me bareback because there weren't anymore condoms in the house. He rode me for maybe 3 minutes before his cock blew in my ass. He withdrew. I turned around and saw both guys walking into the house. I didn't know which order they'd fucked me in. But now I was lowering myself onto Rob's cock. Rob's cock. I knew he was positive because he had spoken to my class. I knew I hadn't discussed HIV status with him. I knew neither of us had condoms. I knew his raw cock was sliding inside my hole as I was thinking all these thoughts. I was riding his cock and jerking mine. I was thinking about how Rob said it was my responsibility to ask about HIV status and how it was my responsibility to ask him to use a condom. I was thinking I wanted his cum in my ass. His positive cum. This man who made me rock hard telling me how irresponsible I had been in my freshman psychology class now had his raw cock inside me. I squeezed my ass and his friends' cum lubed him more as it slid out my ass and around his cock. I rode him harder as I was getting closer to cumming. I told him I was going to cum soon. He said he was too. I got so turned on thinking about it that I started cumming and almost screamed, "Do it! Cum in my ass." Rob pulled me down on his cock's full length and exploded inside me. His positive cum was inside my ass. FUCK! I slipped off Rob's cock and laid on the grass. Rob looked at me and then got on the grass with me. He said, "You really are the most perfect Jewish bottom boy and you have an amazing ass." He slipped a finger inside me as we laid there. He said, "Your ass is so wet with our cum. You like getting cum in your ass don't you?" I said I did. We just laid there. He ruminated a bit and said something about Tulane. I said, "You spoke to my psychology class my freshman year." He said, "Oh really?" I said yes and told him what I remembered about his talk. He said, "But you didn't ask my status or ask me to use a condom." I said, "I know." He said, "Most of the guys I fuck from those classes seek me out. They never ask my status. They know it. They never ask me to use a condom." I was a bit surprised. As he slipped his hard cock back into my well fucked ass he said, "That's why I've been giving those talks for years. And I always will. So many of you college boys want my poz cock that I never lack a hot young ass to fuck." I moaned as he fucked me. This time he lasted longer, but after about ten minutes I was begging him for another poz load. Once I left the house, I felt incredibly guilty. What had I just done to Connor? What had I just done to myself?

The strangest thing happened the other night – something that has never happened to ME before and I was wondering if anyone else has had this experience… I was at a mate’s party this last Christmas - a big thing, with lots of really great looking blokes. I met this really sweet kid who was 18 and really cute – pale white skin and black hair with blue eyes (a killer combination!) and he had a really nice arse. It was that amazing arse of his - encased in what looked like tight bikini briefs and thin wool trousers – that got my attention at first; I wanted to fuck and that arse was begging for it. Plus there is nothing I love more than breeding up a youngster; hopefully he would be a virgin but somehow I doubted it. Anyway, at 28 years old I had 10 years on him so I was going to take charge of the situation and I started up a conversation. He was a bit drunk but I could tell he was really into me as well; it was so obvious from the way he was staring at my rather large, growing crotch. I knew he wasn’t a virgin from they way he kept talking about “getting fucked” and he seemed a bit street wise, with just a BIT of an attitude on him as well. My heart sunk a bit (oh well, can’t win them all) and the more he drank the more girly and effeminate he became - which I don’t like at all but I knew I was going to have his arse. I got us some more drinks and got him a little drunker and one thing led to another and in no time we were all over each other. I could tell how young he was by the way he kissed (crap) but his hands were all over my crotch and MY hands were down the back of his trousers, pulling those bikini briefs up into his arse crack as I tried to dodge his teeth whilst we kissed. He was really turned on by that and things started getting pretty serious but I did not want to “take him home” and go through all that just to fuck him; his arse was just begging to be fucked and I could tell he was gagging for it. I wanted to just fuck his arse and be done with it, you know? So I manoeuvred him into a back bedroom (very dark, and there were lots of other bodies in there, doing all sorts) and into a corner, against a wall. I took down his trousers and briefs just to the top of his thighs - in case we had to get out of there quickly I did not want any unnecessary clothes removal; his arse was so beautiful and hairless and white – it seemed to glow in the dark as he readily thrust it up and towards me. I am pretty pale myself but this kid was translucent! I unzipped my flies and took my hard cock out of my trousers and leaving my trousers on, I spat on my cock and took aim at this beautiful, glow-in-the-dark arse. For a split second I thought about trying to find some lube because I had a feeling this kid would be tight but I vetoed that idea. Spit was good enough for this little tramp and if he was tight… well, a little pain as my fat cock split him open might do him some good. I spat a good sized load onto my hand and spread it over my cockhead and started rubbing it up against his white arse cheeks. Just then he put his hand behind him and mumbled something about a condom. I told him I didn’t have one and resumed entry. He turned around – slightly more sober now – and said he had one in his pocket. He fumbled like a drunk in his front pocket and pulled out a condom. “Here”. I took the little packet from him and he resumed his position with his hands against the wall and that amazing arse thrust out at me. Well, I don’t fuck with condoms but this little queen wasn’t going to stop me from getting my way; I have done this before with blokes who want to “play safe” so I knew just what to do. I opened the packet and stretched the offending latex over my hard 9 inches (it felt so unnatural!) and again started entering his beautiful arse. Taking his age into account I assumed it would be hard going to get inside of him but the opposite proved true. This little slut had been fucked many times before and his hole literally gaped before me; entering his arse was quite easy. But my cock is also pretty thick so as I slowly started easing my way in, I could tell I was stretching him open; he was grunting in that drunken slur and once or twice put his hand behind his back in order to make me stop – which I just waved away. “Keep your hands on the wall” I ordered him and he quickly obeyed. He was grunting and trying to spread his legs (so I could get inside easier) but he could not because he still had his trousers on. But I continued to push. Once the full length of my rubber encased cock was inside him to the hilt I started fucking him, pushing him hard against the wall. He kept mumbling something that I could not understand, but he was drunk so it could have been ANYTHING but I could tell by the way his slim hips kept backing up against my crotch, he was loving it! Fucking standing up is NOT my favourite position but his arse was so hot and tight – I must have pounded him good for at least 10 minutes. I slowed down a bit and then started long dicking him - pulling all the way out and then slamming all of my 9 inches all the way back in, up to the hilt. This drove him crazy; whenever I pulled all the way out I let his arse just gape before me and he panicked – “put it back in!” he ordered. And this was where my sleight of hand trick came into play… I pulled my cock all the way out and with one quick jerk I ripped that stupid piece of latex off of my cock and threw it to the ground. Before he knew what was happening I thrust my bare cock back inside his guts – what a great feeling! His arse was very loose and comfortable and so open and easy to fuck; this little whore had been around a lot, despite his youth, but it felt so good. I gave him another 15 minutes of my fat 9 inches and I felt that warm feeling in my groin as I knew I was going to cum; He was like a mad, drunk thing, just impaled on my cock as I thrust all the way in and quietly… saying nothing… I ground my groin into his bum cheeks as far as they could go and my cock started to ejaculate. If only his arse was tighter it would have been more intense but I shot the biggest load inside his guts. After that we stayed really still, me holding him from behind in that that dark room, my cock in his arse, against the wall, for the longest time – and I was sweating so much as I kissed the back of his neck. He mumbled something again and instinctively I reached around his waist to grab his crotch. I don’t really like to jack off blokes when I am fucking them – and I don’t like to let them jack themselves off when I am fucking them - it’s too distracting. I want ALL their attention on MY cock fucking their arse. But I felt a “reacharound” was in order this time because the kid was so cute so I grabbed his cock through his trousers - and he was soaking WET! I felt around his crotch and thighs and his entire crotch and thigh area of his trousers was wet. I thought for an instant that he might have cum in his trousers but he was really wet – his trousers were too wet for that to be cum. “Are you okay?” I asked him. “I think I wet my pants.” He said, sounding very embarrassed. It was dark and I could not SEE so I quickly pulled my soft cock out of his bum and zipped up my trousers. I turned him around and knelt down with my face near his crotch and sniffed – “Yes, I believe you did.” He was so drunk he did not know what day it was. I pulled up his urine soaked briefs and trousers and did up his belt. “Wait!” He said. “Is that it?” He was full of alcohol, full of my cum in his belly and his trousers were full of his piss – “Well, I think you are done. You need to get some rest.” I kissed him on the cheek and patted his wet bottom and made my way out of the room. As I left I saw him collapse onto the bed and I think he passed out. Perfection. When he woke up, probably the next morning, he would see that discarded condom and my cum load would have farted its way out of his arse, into his pissed briefs. That’s just how I like it – young and vulnerable, barebacked and bred by stealth. And as I walked back to the party, I scratched me head. THAT had never happened to me before; I had never fucked a bloke who wet himself! Oh I have fucked a few blokes with their trousers on (QUITE a few!) and many who have cum in their briefs or trousers but never a bloke who has wet himself. What a trip!