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Got hit up by a guy on Grindr over the weekend. We've messaged on bbrt before too, but have never been able to make things work so we can get together. He's late 50's and his pic shows a huge uncut black cock, and I've wanted it inside me since I first saw it. This time, though, his timing couldn't have been better. I had been prepping myself for a guy who flaked on me (surprise!), so I was ready to roll. His orders were clear: message when I arrived at the parking lot. Proceed to his room where he would open the door. No talking. Strip and get on my knees. I did exactly as I was told. He stood behind the door when he opened it so I had no idea what he looked like. The room was dark, with the TV providing the only light - and covering sound in case things got noisy. As instructed, I removed my clothes. He sat on a towel at the end of the bed and I could see he was a shorter, slender, muscular guy. And his cock was totally out of proportion. It was huge! His pics did not do him justice. He was more than 8 inches semi-hard, with big shaved balls. I pulled out my brown bottle as I knelt on the floor in front of him. Taking a big whiff, I quickly took that massive member into my mouth, swallowing it all the way down my throat until my tongue was caressing his balls. He moaned in surprise - I don't think he expected that so quickly - and while he was only semi-erect when I first knelt down, by the time I let him slide back out of my throat and mouth he was rock hard, and had grown to at least ten inches. I grabbed his shaft and began tonguing his tight balls. He moaned some more in pleasure as I gently stroked him while my tongue danced across his scrotum. I shifted to take another whiff and suck him back into my mouth when he stood up. Grabbing my head on either side, he rammed that huge dick into my throat. I gagged and bucked, but being the good slut I am, took the pounding he wanted to give me. At one point he grunted that he was going to cum, so he slowed his pace and then removed his cock from my mouth. He motioned me onto the bed, and I eagerly got on all fours with my ass pointed at him. His cock was slick from fucking my throat, and despite his size, he slid into my hole with relative ease. I felt him go deeper and deeper until he hit my second sphincter. He paused for a moment, then pushed past that too. I tried to keep quiet as he grabbed my hips, placed one foot on the bed beside me, and proceeded to drill me in a way I haven't experienced in almost a year. It was sheer heaven! I grabbed the sheets to steady myself against his onslaught. Soon, his body began to shake and he let out an animalistic moan as his cock pumped a giant 3-day load deep in my guts. I squeezed his shaft, alternately tightening and loosening my sphincter to milk every drop from his balls. Finally, spent, he stepped back and slowly slid out of my ass. He gave one more involuntary shudder as I squeezed my hole one last time. I spun and gave him my customary cleaning. sucking the saliva and cum and ass juices off his dick. He stepped back and without a word, headed for the bathroom. I quickly dressed and as he finished cleaning himself up, stepped out of the bathroom to open the door for me. I slid past him without another word, into the hall.

Plowing my way into this boy's guts. By the time I was done he was striped to his jock filled with cum and left with a Gaping hole.

Chapter 6. On the drive to the sex club, Sam kept working my boy’s cummy hole with his buttplug. We parked and pulled his shorts up, an obscene stain of wet seed oozing out around the plug. We went in the backdoor of a bar and down a steep flight of steps. Sam said to me, ‘I figured he’d like it anonymous, knowing how he feels about blindfolds and strangers’ cum.’ There was an attendant there checking names off a list. Sam confirmed that the cops had reserved a spot for my boy to take ten loads. They’d set up an ad with pics and told multiple men that they should save their loads for the guy in the red jockstrap. Sam led us down a dark hallway to a room with wooden partitions, waist high shelves and circular openings. He told me to wait there and took my boy around a corner. My boy’s legs came through the opening as he shimmied towards the opening, leaving his jockstrapped ass cheeks right at the edge and his legs hanging there. Sam strapped him into place on their side of the wall. I could hear Sam kissing my boy through the wall as I worked that buttplug in and out. I noticed a marker hanging on a cord right by my boy’s ass and shuddered when I realized guys might use it to tally up his load count. Sam appeared and I helped him hoist my boy’s legs into place, exposing his hungry hole. Sam pulled the plug out and pushed my face into the sloppy spillage oozing out. Several POZ loads mixed with ass juice. It tasted delicious. As I feasted on his ruined pussy, Sam smeared some seed on his fingers and forced them into my ass crack. I moaned as Sam tapped my shoulder, and I noticed several men milling about in the darkness. Sam took the cummy buttplug and lined it up with my ass. Already lubed with frothy cum, it slipped in, my boy’s assjuice and cum lube seeping into my own guts. One after another, the men walked up to my boy, worked their hands and cocks into him, leaving him more gaped and more cum-filled than he’d ever been, the whole while Sam teased my ass with that cummy plug. Ten men did indeed breed him that night, and Sam assured me that they were all toxic. He hung around and took photos of the raw dicks sliding into my boy’s greedy pussy. After every other guy, I lapped up what was pouring out of my boy’s ruined cunt. Man #1 – Short and just-this-side of heavy, olive skin, short fat uncut cock with hairy balls. Came deep inside as I massaged his furry sack. He left the first tick mark on my boy’s ass. Man #2 & 3 – They seemed like a couple, one older, one younger. The older guy was nearly bald, saggy pecs and butt, but a big, long slender dick. His partner slid into his ass while the older man rocked back and forth. He pulled out to shoot on my boy’s ass. It was runny and wet. The younger guy smeared his partner’s cum onto his dick and fucked it into my boy. Two more ticks. Man #4 – A really worked out guy with pumped up muscles, sweaty from head to toe. His dick was pretty small and spongey soft. With my boy’s hole so opened up, he mashed it into the cummy mess and my boy’s hole just engulfed it. He had a big biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades. I was actively helping a man with a biohazard tattoo raw fuck my boy. He held still while my boy ground his ass onto it and then leaked his load out. Another tick mark. Man #5 – He was beefy, maybe mid-40s, shaved head, wearing a harness. Sam kissed him and guided his dick into my boy. He held the man’s harness and rammed him back and forth into my boy. As he filled my boy up, Sam kissed him hard, then whispered to me, ‘this is the cock that converted me. He’s still unmedicated…’ He was so sexy. As he made a stroke mark on my boy’s ass, bringing the load count to five, ‘Sam tells me you’re getting you boy POZ fucked and stretched out.’ I nodded. ‘Bring him over to my play den sometime. I’ll really stretch him out for you.’ I nodded, hoping Sam would make those arrangements. He added, ‘Your ass is begging for toxic seed too. When can I breed you?’ Sam told him we were still working up to that. Man #6 – Maybe a skater, slender tall guy with tight jeans. He shuffled them down just far enough to slide into my boy’s ass. When he finished, he pulled back. His whole crotch was soaked with seed. I only noticed the scorpion tattoo near his pubes as he started to pull his pants up. He made a new tick for my boy’s sixth load. Man #7 and #8 – The cops showed up, but they’d already bred my boy tonight, so they don’t count, even though they did slide in again, stirring up and churning all of that seed in my boy. They had brought along two friends. These guys were big and covered in tattoos. Sam told me later that they were on parole and the cops kept a close eye on them. They each filled my boy to the brim and each left a tick mark. The cops hung around, lapping at my boy’s pussy then tonguing my hole, lubing my plug up with strangers’ cum. Man #9 – A guy in his 20s, maybe still in college. He looked pretty geeky with floppy hair and glasses, but between his legs, he sported a huge cock. With my boy so stretched it, it slid right in. The guy smiled at me and brought my hands to his dangling low-hanging balls. The guy told me to put them in. I didn’t understand what he was asking, then realized he wanted me to put both his balls inside my boy. That was hot. With both his balls in my boy’s puffy cunt, the guy hammered away and lost his load. He hefted his balls out then wrapped his cock with his hand and put them both inside. He left another tick mark, pulled out with a torrent of seed, and walked away. Man #10 – This guy was hot, sunken cheeks. Big hairy saggy ass. He smiled at Sam, then looked at me. ‘Did you hear this pig’s story? Got himself a boyfriend. The boyfriend helped him become a real slut, even taking POZ loads. So nasty. Sounds like that boyfriend deserves to be filled with POZ cum too!’ My dick drooled at the thought. The man grunted and came deep inside my boy, leaving his load and a tenth tick mark. With ten loads churning in his hole, Sam helped me unlatch my boy’s legs. He suggested I offer the buttplug to my boy. I had forgotten it was even in me, alongside many POZ loads. I pulled it out and eased it into my boy. Sam went around and helped pull my boy back through the hole. I heard them kissing and whispering, something like, ‘Yeah, it’s time…’ The three of us kissed when they reappeared around the corner. Sam led us to a dark room with a double height fuckbench in the middle. Sam guided me to the lower level and had me lay on my shoulder with my ass up, exposing my stretched-out hole. Having been plugged all evening, I felt the cool air inside my own cunt. Sam helped my boy to the upper level, squatting over my open hole. Sam pulled the plug out of his pussy, and my boy released over ten toxic loads in a gush, directly into my own hungry ass. With my own hole fully loaded, Sam worked the plug into my ass and then produced an even bigger one and rammed it inside my boy. ‘There you go, boys. Now, both of you are filled with POZ cum. This is what you both wanted, yeah?’ Sam drove my car back to our place and spent the night. In fact, he spent the next several nights. He now comes by whenever he wants to. With both of our holes ready to accept all cummers, Sam regularly breeds both of us and often brings his friends. I love when a stranger lays down, my boy squatted over his cock, and I get to insert it right into his ruined hole. We still keep a jar of gloryhole seed; it makes the best lube. When I’m harvesting cum, I sometimes let guys cum inside me so I can squeeze it into the jar while my boy watches. I’m glad I was able to open my boy up to his darker fantasies, and that we now share them. The End.

Chapter 5. Friday night, Sam and I got my boy blindfolded and onto his knees, face in the floor, and slid our fingers deep, lubed with so much seed, until we both managed to get out knuckles into him at the same time. He was primed to get double-fisted. We took turns going deeper as my boy moaned and sighed as we went deeper and deeper until his ass lining was stretched over both our hands. As if that wasn’t hot enough, a frothy ring of anonymous cum glided our entry. While our hands were buried in my boy’s gaping cunt, I heard the backdoor open. The two POZ cops were standing there, leering at us. They had both hefted their cocks out of their uniform trousers and stood right in front of my boy. ‘Take off the blindfold, boy,’ one of the cops ordered. The first thing he saw was the cop’s boots right in his face. Before he could even take them in, my boy looked back, first at me, his eyes sparkling, then at Sam, actually seeing him for the first time. He actually oinked when he saw the POZ man who’d been double-fucking him for a week and fisting his cum inside his guts. My boy drank in Sam’s rugged features and stubbled jaw. My boy closed his eyes, smiling, and said, ‘thank you,’ to everyone in the room. The cops managed to intertwine their legs and pressed their raw dripping cocks together. Sam and I hoisted my boy up and lowered his hole right down onto both their cocks. He was out of his mind. I let Sam do the lifting and slid down to the floor, savoring glops of stranger’s cum pouring out of my boy’s ruined pussy and onto those raw POZ cocks. My boy was so stretched out, I could grasp both of those cocks and feel my boy’s asslips squelch up and down over my knuckles. I held those cocks and felt them both squirt into my boy’s open hole. I shot my own load without even touching myself right as Sam shot his load down my boy’s throat. The cops pulled out with wet plops and suggested we get my boy ready for some real fun. The cops left, smiling at Sam, promising to see him later, with reinforcements. Sam had brought a backpack with him and handed me a buttplug from it. It was sizable, but not obscene. I got it lubed up with cum and slid it inside. My boy’s gaping hole nearly swallowed it, and it stuck out, his ass puffy around the protruding base. Sam smeared some of our combined seed and worked it into my own ass. I shot a big load all over the plug as Sam worked two fingers into my ass. Sam got my boy mopped up with a clean towel and pulled a red jockstrap over his slim hips. He gave my boy a pair of red mesh shorts and a matching tank top. I grabbed a pair of gym socks and sneakers and we hopped in the car. I drove, leaving Sam in the backseat, working that buttplug in and out of my boy’s sloppy pussy. As he toyed with my boy’s hole, Sam read from his phone, ‘Ten guys, lined up to breed you at the club, whether you’re ready for it or not.’ My boy just moaned in approval and anticipation. To be continued...

Warning: There is a brief mention of straight/bi sex. My ice fishing hut was delivered every year by Mike or his dad Stan. Their farm was on the shore of our lake and they stored about three dozen seasonal huts. Each was roughly 6' by 8' and they moved them to our specific favorite locations when the ice was thick and solid enough to carry their smallest tractor. Most of the guys had their huts clustered in a small area where local lore promised plenty of fish. On the other hand if I catch one or two actual fish per winter I'm happy. I use my hut to real in another kind of creature all together. I go to this effort to attract men and a very specific kind of man. I advertise my availability at the hut on Bbrt and Scruff and have the best results from the good old fashioned method, 'word of mouth '. I'm mostly interested in guys who want better blowjobs than they get at home and many of my fellow ice fishermen know where to find me. No appointment necessary. Just be prepared to either walk away or join in if sounds from within signal vigorous sexual activity. Better still I'm hoping for guys that want to fuck my willing hairy ass, and only the ones that are willing to do so bareback. That's why my hut is always placed in a secluded bay far enough away from the regular hut cluster. Yet close enough to some good public parking. Mike and Stan were very professional and never asked questions about my unique placement choice. They just dragged my grey hut into the same place each ice season and took my money for their services. Until this year. You may not think of an ice hut as a warm and attractive place for sex so I will give you the chef's tour. It has a fully insulated floor complete with in floor radiant heating powered by an extra quiet generator which sits on a shelf outside on one end of the building. There is a small trap door through which I can make a hole in the ice for the few times per season I choose to actually fish. The walls and roof have great insulation built in as well and a couple of small skylights let in any natural light. My shelter has more creature comforts than most you see on frozen lakes and rivers; a couple of folding chairs, small bar and fridge, a drug cabinet, a flat screen tv exclusively for bb porn played off my phone and my prize addition, a sex sling. I put this extra effort into creating my ice hut sex shack because I'm married to a woman. I want winter privacy for most of my man on man action. In other seasons I can suck guys off outdoors or in their cars. I can get fucked against a tree. But that's not so enjoyable at 30 degrees below zero. I have done it mind you, just not as often as my ass needs a work out. She knows. We met in a MMF threesome with one of her early boyfriends. She can't pretend to not know as the first time we met she watched me suck her man and enjoyed my dick in her pussy as he loaded my ass. We're both polyamorous and bi. It makes for a great partnership. The ice was very late this year so I was disappointed when Mike informed me that my shed would be the last to be delivered. He pulled it into my spot just before sunset so I immediately fired up the generator to get the radiant heat pumping and the lights on. Mike pulled a flask from his coveralls pocket and invited himself inside. He wanted to thank me for my patience. The whiskey burned in that wonderful way going down and had a unique taste I couldn't quite put my finger on. I had always been attracted to Mike. He had a pleasant face, warm dark brown eyes ,curly hair and a thick full beard. A little long for my taste but whatever. His 6' 2" solid frame reclined comfortably in the folding chair. Internal heat from the alcohol and the radiant floor worked their magic and we pealed our winter outerwear. I began to see more of him than ever before. He had a nice tuft of hair peaking out at the base of his neck. A pleasant covering of hand and arm hair emerged as he rolled up the sleeves of his flannel shirt. I wonder if he was flirting and all doubt was removed when he pealed the plaid shirt. The tshirt underneath read, 'I fuck on the first date.' I now recognized the strange taste in the whiskey as I also noticed an enjoyable warming and horniness in my balls and ass. I cut right to the chase asking, "So is this a first date?" He smiled, nodded, and unbuckled his belt. I decided it was time to hang the sling and offered a few lines for us to share. I had a great view of his shirtless v-shaped back and the fuzzy hair tufts that foreshadowed the luscious pelt of manly hair carpeting his fit torso, much like my own. I was starting my season with my favorite male body type.

A notepad and pen splash down in the mud next to me (I say mud that’s cos I try not to think about what it really is!) His voice called down from above “Write down how you ended up here and, if you dare, what you think will happen next” The trap door shut with a slam as it dropped in to place, leaving just a few shafts of light drifting down in to the pit. I groped in the ‘mud’ for the pen, finding it I wiped it on my leg. Picking up the notebook it was a lined junior school style one with a plastic cover. That had kept most of the pages dry. Over my time here, I had learnt not to hang around, not to speak unless told to and most of all to do what I am told! Resting the notebook on my knee I opened the first page and thought about how to start... Where am I now? I am somewhere on the west coast of the USA, I don’t know more exactly than that. The man who thrown the notepad down brought me here to this cabin in the woods. In the time I spent above ground I have not heard another person, a car or any other sign of human life. I did not get to spend much time above ground as my first job was to dig this pit. I sit at the bottom of a earthen pit about 15 foot deep and 7 foot square, I dug a few ‘shelves’ in to the earth walls that hold the few items I have been given. Over the top of the pit is an old fashioned out –house with the open shitter lined up to the center of the pit. The wooden floor has a trap door in it and the floor boards have gaps that let in some light. Digging the pit was hard work but the nights in his dog’s kennels made me want to finish the pit as soon as possible to escape their teeth, claws and, worst of all, their big dicks…. Who was I? I was in my mid 40’s when I started on the path that would lead me here. 6”2’ 220lbs at the time although I would guess I am nearer 90lbs now. I used to have a flattop or high and tight as I have heard it called. Very much a bear with a big red beard, and very much a sub. There are very few things more frustrating than being a big guy who’s a sub. Tops want little guys they can throw around! It was that frustration that caused me to post more and more extreme profiles online being very clear about what I wanted. I needed to be used like a bitch, no limits, no options and no way out. Well that’s what I thought but you know the saying be careful what you wish for! How I ended up here, this is going to take some explaining! My profiles got me plenty of interest but the 1st law of the Internet applies! The hornier the guy is, the further away he will be! I was based in the Midlands of England and the tops were in the USA or Australia! Still it meant they were safe to express the wildest and darkest desires. I got chatting to this hot bear on the West Coast of the USA 6”4’ over 240lbs lovely salt and pepper beard cut close and eyes that burned out of the screen. We seemed to be egging each other on looking for a way to shock the other. Nothing was off limits in the chat but what the hell it’s just talk. It’s not like he is going to come to England and kidnap me! I was safe or so I thought. As such chats on sites like Growlr sometimes go it would be a while between chatting but we took up where we left off. After about a year of this chat and others with very little actual meets I was a very frustrated pig. Don’t get me wrong I was getting action just not as hard as I wanted or needed. I was getting fisted at least twice a month and taking as many raw loads as a pig can get. I had a dull job with a large company, when they needed someone to go to the office in the states for 2 months. No one else wanted to go! Let’s face it the destination of Philadelphia did not help and they all played the wife and kids cards, that left Mr Single! The idea of being stuck away from what sex I can get and dumped in a strange city was not something that filled me with joy. Work were pushy making it clear that it was not really an option not to go if I wanted to have a future in the company. So off I want, doing the usual updates on the cruising sites announcing travel plans hoping to get some action. 2nd Law of the Internet, Guys you chat to online vanish when you hit their city! The first 6 weeks passed without much exciting happening a couple of encounters in the local ‘bath house’ but it was even tamer than England! One night cruising Growlr I saw my West Coast Bear. We picked up where we left off, he asked how I was enjoying Philadelphia, and I said that work was nearly as dull as the bathhouse! He replied saying I am lucky I was not on the West Coast or you would not make it back to England. He always knew what button to press. I was rock hard at the thought but I still thought it was safe, after all he was nearly 3000 miles away! We chatted about the serviced apartment work had put me in, nice place but in 6 weeks I had hardly seen anyone except by the pool at the weekend. With the company invoicing my company directly I did not have to worry how much it was costing them. He also asked me about my flight back in two weeks, British Airways Business Class the flight over had been heaven! Making up for the hellish trip from Birmingham to London. With only one flight a day, back to Heathrow it would mean a night there before the train back up to Birmingham. “Sounds like a long trip “ he said “bet you wish you did not have to go back”. “Yes” I said and I meant it! The chat drifted off after that and the next two week plodded on with not much to happening and not seeing my Hot West Coast Bear online again no really kinky chats. WEDNESDAY and my final day in the USA! The goodbye drinks with the boring straights had been Monday Night, Tuesday was my packing day with the flight at midday on Wednesday. If I am being honest I was done with the states and ready to get home! All packed, with my bags by the door I started using up the Jack Daniels. Ending up dozing off mid afternoon waking up in a dark apartment! Turning on the lights I phoned for a pizza and got the cash out by the door ready. Not long later there was a knock at the door, I opened it not really looking as I reached for cash to pay for the pizza. The door was pushed in and a large man burst in to the room. Before I could take in any details he punched me in the stomach as I fell forward meeting his fist on its way up into my face, I landed on the floor. His boots took over, kicking me in the ribs and one landing a blow on my temple. That must have knocked me out as I came too tied up naked on a dinning chair. “Thanks for ordering dinner Bitch, I worked up quite an appetite beating you!” The man speaking was my hot bear from the west coast! I opened my mouth to speak “Don’t talk bitch! You have nothing to say after a year of teasing online, one word of complaint or bitching and it will be your last!” I shut my mouth, and I looked round the room and there was little sign of a struggle although I could not see the entrance to the apartment from where I was tied up. My body hurt, my head hurt my face felt swollen. He poured himself a drink from my JD bottle but he was drinking from a plastic cup, I noticed he was still wearing gloves. He saw me looking at his plastic cup and his gloves, “I know what I am doing Bitch! Even if anyone checks this apartment they will not find my DNA, the pizza guy just saw a white guy with a beard in normal clothes that paid him in cash. He isn’t going to remember me” “I am going to take your bags to the car and once I have loaded it up and packed up the last of your shit, we are going to have a little fun before you vanish from the world. I had a looked around the building this afternoon, and you’re right it’s almost empty. There are not even any security cameras on the main doors! “ I broke “this is crazy” I said “just leave me I will not say anything ...” before I could finish he had got up and moved round towards me “I don’t care if you are having second thoughts or if all you said was a jerk off fantasy” he yelled in my face” this is your life now! If you want out there is just one way and it’s in a box feet first! You're mine now till I am done with you!” He pulled a gun out of his jacket pocket. Now I am English our police don’t even carry guns! This freaked me out more than anything else I am ashamed to say I pissed myself, right there, in the living room tied to a chair. He just laughed in my face, “You pussy! And I thought you would be hard to break, just seeing a gun and you piss yourself!” He went back to his chair and ate the pizza, I was a wreck, I could not stop crying I realised if he got me out of the apartment and in to his car that was it there was no way I would be seen again. I tried to think about what he had told me about himself, he had mentioned time in the army and he currently did something in the medical field, selling supplies or training I forget which. He had talked about amputating fingers and toes, pulling out teeth and performing body modifications without any pain killers. It was dawning on me that he was beyond my darkest desires and there was only one way it has going to end. He lit a cigar and put his feet on the table clearly enjoying my tear filled expression as he could see I was realising my position. After a while he got up and walked towards me, “open your mouth” I did not have the will to resist and did what he said. Pulling something from his other pocket he forced a wadded cloth in to my mouth forcing my jaw wide open it tied around my head with some rough cord. Stepping back he smirked at me. Even now I had to admit he was stunning, “That’s a good start Bitch! We will soon make more room in that mouth” He moved back to his chair and picked up his cigar, knocking the ash in to the box he take a big pull on the cigar making the head glow. He stood in front of me, our eyes locked. “Admit this is what you want, what you need” I looked in to his eyes and realised that I did and those lovely eyes could see in to my soul! I nodded slowly keeping my eyes locked on to his. He smiled taking another pull on the cigar he then took it out of his mouth, leaned forward and placed his lips over my swollen nose and blow a lung full of cigar smoke in to me. It was acrid and it burnt but to me it was like the breath of life. I could feel the precum dribbling out of my rock hard cock, I needed this! He stepped back admiring my reaction to him. Then in one swift move he pressed the glowing head of his cigar against my chest over my heart. I screamed in to the gag, he put the cigar in his mouth and built up the glow again. Watching me as I struggled against the bonds to no avail. When I got myself under control, I looked straight in to his eyes. “I think you nearly came then Bitch! You realise that I will not stop just because you cum!” before I could even nod the cigar was back on my chest, this time he held it there. The pain was more than I can describe i reacted the only way I could I shot a massive wad of cum. He leaned back “Impressive! “He said. When I stopped shacking I looked in to those eyes again, only to see the glow of the cigar burning bright. I tried to brace myself for what was coming but there was no protection. This time he crushed it in to my chest. My back arched against the chair, there was a crack as the back of the chair gave way. I fell backward in a mass of rope my legs still tied to the chair. He stood over me laughing. It took a while for me to recover when I did, he was there kneeling behind me as he pulled me in to a sitting position. I could feel his strong chest against my back, pressing all my buttons that make me feel protected, crazy I know but that’s my mind. His arm came round my neck before I could enjoy the closeness a pad was placed over my mouth and nose, pressed down there was nothing I could do but breathe in. Blackness closed around me. I came to sitting in the armchair, I was not tied up but there was something tapped to my chest with gaffer tape it looked about the size of a cigarette packet, “What the fuck!” I said reaching up”What say about talking bitch! Taped to your chest is sufficient C4 plastic explosive to make you splatter over the wall and take out half the room. It’s triggered by a wireless signal that has a half mile radius if it goes outside of that distance a default setting will trigger it, trying to remove it without deactivating it first will set it off to” I froze “I would not jump up and down either Bitch” he laughed at the fear he saw in me. “Nod, if you understand!” I nodded slowly. “Your stuff is in my truck. I am going to leave now, when the clock shows 2 am you will leave the apartment and walk out the main entrance turn right and walk to the end of the block I will be waiting, be on time or be a news story !” The clock showed 1:30 as he turned and walked out. I got up slowly and got dressed in what he had left out for me just a pair of trainers, jeans, a t-shirt, a jacket and a cap. I thought about what I could do... I could call the police but if he did not blow me up I could imagine what an American Cops reaction to a guy with a long beard saying he had a bomb strapped to his chest! I could leave a note but I did not know where he was taking me in my panic I could not even remember his user name or city from Growlr. The clock showed 1:57! I walked out of the apartment on the stroke of 2:00 and out of the world! No one was in the hall ways and as I passed the entrance there was no sign of any staff, I opened the main door and stepped in to the night, turning right and trying to walk steadily down the block. Trying not to think about the bomb taped on my chest. I could see a truck parked at the Starbucks on the corner. He was sitting in the driver seat I could see he was holding something, I wondered if he would just press the button for the thrill of seeing me splatter over the street. I walked round the front of the truck and climbed in to the passenger side. The doors clicked as I close it, it was the central locking. “Seat belt!” he said and drove off in to the empty streets. I was still freaking about the bomb on my chest but he showed no sign of worry. After a few miles he pulled in to a large Wal-Mart car park. Stopping he told me to strip off my tops, I did this eagerly, happy to be getting this thing off my chest, “face me!” he open a large flick knife and sliced down the sides of the gaffer taped box when both sides were sliced he grabbed the box and squeezed it pulling it away from my chest. I thought I would faint!! He was laughing again and he showed me the box, it was a cigarette packet.. An empty fag packet!!! I had been shitting myself over an empty packet! “Now take off the rest of your clothes and trainers and drop them behind the seat, then get down in the foot well” I followed his instructions the bomb might have been a fake but that knife was real. As I curled up in the foot well, “slide the seat back” he said, I followed his instructions and there was room for me. We set off again, now I could not see where I was going, I was hungry and thirsty and very tired. I think I had bruises coming up all over. I found myself looking up at this man who had abused me so hard, he was so handsome I could not believe what he had done. I touched the burns on my chest, yes, the pain told me they were real. He glanced down and smiled his hand rubbed my head, I could have purred it felt so good. He reached in to the box between the seats and handed me an energy drink. I thanked him, yes I thanked the man who would have killed me. What a mind fuck! I gulped the drink down . Within a few minutes I was feeling spaced, soon after I passed out again. I was woken by the truck bouncing down a rough road, it made me look up and he caught the movement, “just in time!” he said as he pulled over. He got out of the truck walking round he opened the passenger door. “Get out!” we were in the middle of nowhere! Just a dirt track that went straight in both directions as far as the eye could see. It was still dark but there was a hint in the sky that dawn was not far away. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me towards the back of the truck. Dropping the back of the truck, he pushed me so I was bent over the end. I stayed in place I felt a rope being secured across my back. My arms were stretched out and secured to the rope, I felt my legs being secured apart against the dropped back of the truck. I could hear him walking away only to come back a few moments later, “bitch there is no one for miles so no one will hear you. Which means I get to do what like I want and I want to hear you scream!” With that there was a whoosh as a heavy flogger flew through the air and smashed down on my back, without a pause the beating continued. None of this wimpy shit about counting each stroke, the goal was to cause pain. I could not tell one stroke from another and within moments I was a crying wreck begging and pleading but it did not stop. It just moved around my body, down my legs with the odd strike catching my balls causing me to levitate straining against the ropes. There was a pause, his hands touched my shoulders and I could feel them sliding down over the raised welts reaching my ass the roughly reached in and pulled my ass apart. I heard him spit and one hand moved from my ass. Soon the hand holding my ass open was joined by a different feeling, something hard was being pushed in to my ass, it did not feel big maybe a finger but it felt metal. I froze as I realised what it was his gun. I started shaking, whimpering and then the piss started flowing down my leg. “That’s it bitch your being gun fucked! One day it will be a shot gun and BANG!” with that he yanked the gun out I could feel it tearing my ass. I felt his cock pressing against my bloody hole as he pushed, there was a loud crack as he fired his gun. It was loaded! He had fucked my ass with loaded gun! He laid the gun on my back and grabbed my shoulders. The pounding my ass with a ferocity that made the flogging on my back looked like a gentle breeze. I was thrust against the truck and my chest was bashed in to the floor of the truck. This sort of pounding can’t last for long he let out a blood curling scream yelling “Take my poz cum Bitch!” He fell on top of me knocking the air out of me. He stayed on me panting like he had run a marathon which in a way he had! When he had got a breath he pulled out. After a few minutes the ropes were loosened” get up on the back of the truck!” He climbed up behind me pushing me towards the box that stretched across the truck by the cab bit looked like a giant tool box! He opened it and the sides were padded with a hose leading through to the cab ending this end in a hood. Handing me the hood, I noticed that the hood had a tube down centre of the air hose. “Put it on, with the tube in your mouth. When you need water you can suck it up, it feeds through to a container in the cab”. Now I knew I had no options, I could only cooperate, putting the tube in my mouth and the hood over my head. I could still see through the masks plastic front. “Hands out front palms together” I followed the instructions and he gaffer tapped my arms from my elbows to my fingertips. “Step in to the box” I did that trying not to trip over, the bottom was a rubber lined sponge mattress the sides were foam lined, the sort of foam you use for sound proofing. “Lay down!” I sat down and wiggled in to a laying position, not quite laying full length as my legs were bent at the knees. I could feel him reach down and tape my feet and calf’s with the gaffer tape. I looked up and noticed the sky was now brighter just as the lid of the box closed and there was a clicking noise as the top was looked in place. For a while nothing happened, I sucked on the tube and a cool flow of water filled my mouth. It was slow and I was able to swallow it easily it helped me relax. The truck started and I was bounce around in the box. Time began to have no meaning, I started to hear a buzzing sound and then his voice filled the hood. There must have been built in headphones I did not notice as I put the hood on. His voice seemed to come from one side then the other with some sort of trance music playing in the background. The words blurred together but phrases popped up from time to time that i could make out “suck up a drink bitch!” so I did, it felt right to obey the voice! The liquid that filled my mouth was different this time, still cold but it had a strange taste that i could not place. Soon the voice was telling me to relax, forget me past, obey, give pleasure to your owner, be the bitch you know you want to be..... I drifted off in to a dream state listening to the voice!!

5 loads in one day It must have been a blue moon day. I’ll try not to make this too long. #1 Placed an ad on Doublelist, hot one serious response which turned out a hot encounter. Eastern European possibly Russian, 45yo 5’9” 165 with a 7 inch cock. Talk about BDE, after asking if I was “healthy and clean” he proceeded to spit and fuck me. Spattering spit and shoving his Dick in my hole. No lube just sloppy spit. #2 Asian guy on Grindr, pretty thick average bod but 7”, took an Uber during lunch to fuck me. He had me on my stomach, didn’t tell him I already had a load. He grind my inner walls with his raw dick and came in me pumping his daddy babbies into me. #3 and #4, both FBs, this was interesting cause I had the biggest cock and smallest cock fuck me. #3 Average Asian is under 5”, but loves fucking my sloppy hole. Joined #4 who is 6’3” 160lb BBC with a huge 9” dick. Both came at the same time cause they like watching me get fuck. For some reason a lot of my FB mention that it’s hot watching me get fuck. Both took turns and when it was time to unload, #3 unloaded a huge load snd #4 entered my sloppy fresh hole. They didn’t use any lube my hole was sloppy with two loads and now 3, I thought I would be in pain but BBC slide in like butter. He grab my hips and slammed it raw and nasty, deep and dirty. He later messaged me and thanked me for giving him my freshly fuck hole. #5 white BWC, military 24yo. After telling me, “NM” several times cause I informed him I had 4 loads in me. He finally said, “Fuck it!” “Get that ass up and ready I don’t have time for you to clean up.” He was roughy, shoved his 7.5” in my throat and slamming his raw cock in my sloppy hole spewing cum all over my back. He was digging my hole out and it was “painful pleasure”. He wanted to cum in my mouth but I beg to have it in my ass which he unloaded in. I passed out and fell asleep, the loads are still in me.... this is my record in Hawaii and hope I can get more. My best has been 9 loads at a dirty adult book store in SF. Not sure I can meet that type of goal. So far ... 35 raw loads for the year.... can I possibly get 365 for the year?

Went to the local sauna last Saturday night, i haven't been for a while. Straight away got chatting with a guy who was travelling for work and was in town for 5 days. Very handsome and i wanted to fuck him. Bought him a drink and we chatted about life in general. We finished our drinks and got up and went into the lockeroom to change. We then walked into a room and as we walked in he mentioned he was a "top" only. Dammmm!! Because i wanted him. I just said ok with a little disappointment in my voice. We kissed for a while, rubbed eachothers cocks and got a little passionate. He dropped his towel and exposed a very thick hard cock (7") and above his shaven cock was a Scorpion tatt!!! Fuck yes! Jackpot haha. I licked his balls and licked all the way up to the tatt, he said "you like my tatt then" i just nodded and pointed to my small biohazard tatt on on the side of my leg level with my ass cheek. He grinned. He rimmed my hole and slid his thick tool up my ass. I was leaking precum knowing it was a poz root. He eventually grunted and seeded me. He jerked me off, then went got another drink. We exchanged numbers and he is in town next month 😈 I need to somehow top this sexy stud though. Im on meds, i reckon he was too but not entirely sure but still want to give him a load

I have been seeing this young guy in his early 20s for about a year, he usually he is just into getting a blow job , which was fine with me. The last few times he could not get off with just head He said it was his adhd meds, So it had been a couple months , out of the blue, he sent me a message, asking me if he could fuck me , I was at work, so i could not wait to get home. Well he kept texting me , the asked of he could Bareback me . 1st i said i was not sure, then he said that i had been swallowing his load anyway .So i said yes. His dick is average size with a nice mushroom head , that pulls back on my asshole while he is fucking me ,which feels great. So we had be fucking for a while, I noticed he has lost some weight,sunken face alittle . Last night when he came over I sucked him hard for about 5 min, then he was ready to fuck So I got up on my knees, he eased in , fucking me good, Then he pulled out was playing with my hole, I feel sharp pains, sorted like his finger nails Scratching the inside of my ass, hurt but felt good at the same time, > He played in my ass for awhile , me feeling the sharp pains. Then he slide his cock back inside my burning ass, he fucked me hard for awhile then buried a big load inside my ass, when he got thur , he kinda chuckled. So after he left I sat for a while as i always do , letting his load sit in my ass. When i sent to the bathroom in a couple hrs, When i wiped my asshole there was alot of blood. I think i had been pozzed , it was Hot, I cant wait for him to come back and fill my ass again with his load.

This is my first attempt be kind Daniel was 32 and had been working in graphic design since he left university ten years earlier. Although he enjoyed his job it left him unfulfilled, so he had retrained in his free time to become a massage therapist. He loved to meet new people and, he could not deny, the skin to skin contact often gave him a thrill. If a client was his type and seemed open to possibilities then sometimes the massage would over run into unpaid time. Daniel advertised his services online. His website had a booking system that enabled the client to choose a slot from a calendar. This gave Daniell control of his diary and cut out people requesting times when he was a work or in the gym. He only ever had one slot per day. As much as he loved his jobs, after a full day in the studio plus a private massage client he was usually beat. It was Thursday afternoon and his phone vibrated in his pocket. An alert from his webpage. He had a client tonight. He smiled: a twinkle in his eye. Oh good, thought Daniel. It’s Stephen. He’s a cute guy alright. I wonder... Daniel was brought out of his revere by Caroline talking to him. “Sorry, what did you say Caroline?” Then the moment was gone. Daniel pulled up outside of Stephens home. He unloaded the table and bag of oils: All he needed for the session. Stephen opened the door before Daniel had even reached for the buzzer. Good sign mused Daniel. “Hello again! I guess you are ready for me.” His smile was open and cheeky. “Hi Daniel. Yes I’m ready. Good to see you again. I’ll leave you to get the room ready.” Stephen had already done most of the preparation. The curtains were closed the light was low and he had switched on some calming music. The heating was on and the room was already quite warm. Five minutes later Stephen laid face down on the massage table, his head in the hole at one end. He had kept on his briefs as before and Daniel had covered him with a large towel. Daniel began at the shoulders, then the neck, then back to the shoulders, back to the neck, then the upper back. After about 30 minutes he slide the towel down and tucked it into Stephen’s briefs, pulling them down a few inches in the process. Daniel admired Stephen’s back. Not everyone’s cup of tea, but it ticked all the boxes for Daniel. Over the next half hour Daniel worked over Stephen’s arms legs and feet. Daniel had admired Stephen’s legs and feet during his last visit. He hadn’t massaged them so much as worshiped hem. It made him hornier than ever. The legs were shapely and strong as were his feet. Daniel just could not help but linger on Stephen’s feet slowly rubbing the oil into the skin, leaving no area untouched. Eventually he moved back to Stephen’s torso. “The knots in your back are quite bad. You are struggling to relax.” Said Daniel “Yes, sorry.” “No need to apologise. What can I do, do you think?” As Daniel asked he was massaging the top of Stephen’s buttocks and slowly edging the elastic further and further down his body. “There are some parts of your body that I can massage that I don’t charge for you know.” Stephen’s eyes shot open and he lifted his head. He suddenly realised what Daniel was alluding to. “I. Um. I. Err. Err.” Daniel smiled. “Don’t worry. I know you will enjoy it.” Daniel was right in his assessment of Stephen. Stephen was gay but what he did not know was that Stephen had only been fucked once by an inexperienced classmate years earlier. Stephen was not expecting this to happen and he hadn’t even clocked Daniel as being gay. He didn’t know what to do. He dropped his head back into the hole on the table and waited for fate to play out. “Gotcha.” Thought Daniel and with that he lifted the towel away revealing Stephen’s cotton covered arse and the top of his strong sexy legs which Daniel caressed as he eased the underwear down and over the feet. Daniels cock that had been half hard, since the massage started, began to stiffen further. He pulled his white t-shirt over his head and dropped his white sweat pants and underwear in one go. He stood there naked, his cock bobbing in it’s new found freedom, admiring the body before him. “God I love this job.” Thought Daniel. Daniel jumped up on to the table straddling Stephen’s legs and began to kneed Stephen’s arse cheeks, sliding his finger tips into the crease between. The oil eased the way and when he finally made contact with his hole Stephen took in a gasp of air. “Relax. It just gets better.” daniel moved his knees between Stephen’s, pushing his legs open and allowing the air to his goal. He lent down and blew onto Stephen’s hole. It clenched and Daniel smiled. He moved in and touched the hole with his tongue. The soft moist pink flesh was sensitive and Stephen groaned without control. Daniel worked his hole with tongue and fingers for about 15 minutes, the stubble on his chin prickling the soft flesh around Stephen’s hole and sending him into a sexual delirium he had never known before. “How are you feeling?” Asked Daniel. He knew the answer but he just wanted to reconnect to Stephan, who had drifted into a world of his own. A world of pure sexual pleasure: Pleasure given by Daniel, a virtual stranger to Stephan, and Daniel wanted to make sure that Stephen was connecting the pleasure to his actions not what ever may be going on in his head. “Okay I think we need a bit of help for the next bit.” Daniel hopped off the massage table and pulled a small brown bottle out of his bag. He cracked the lid open. Wiped the top of the bottle and shoved under Stephen’s nose. “Breathe in. One nostril at a time. Big breaths. Hold it in. It’ll make you feel even more relaxed. The effect is short lived. Less than a minute.” Stephen did as instructed and felt the heat rush over him. It was odd but not horrible so he did it again. Daniel took the bottle and did the same. They were both flying and hornier than ever. Then gave it back to Stephen with instructions to use as he saw fit. He put some massage oil on his cock and climbed back onto the table. “Take a deep breath”. As Stephen exhaled the poppers Daniel pushed into Stephen’s hole. “Oh your cunt is tight. Nice.” Stephen wanted to clamp shut but the poppers helped to stop that. “Push out.” Ordered Daniel, his voice sounding huskier and urgent. As Stephen pushed out Daniel slid in right to the balls. “Oh fuck yeah. Sooo good. You okay?” Stephen was on overload. His brain was rushing on the poppers and his hole felt full and he just needed more of everything. Daniel took the silence as his cue to start fucking. His hard cock slid out and back in over and over like they had been conjoined like this all their lives. Seconds spiralled into minutes and any sense of time was lost. Sweat was forming on Stephen’s back and he felt the droplets that slide from Daniels hair pooling in the small of his back. Rivulets ran between his arse cheeks mixing with the massage oil, re-lubing his arse and splattering as Daniel’s pelvis slapped against Stephen’s sexy body. “Feels. So. Good... Oh. My. God... Yes... Don’t. Stop...” Stephen grunted out each word as Daniel massaged his body: His hands on his back and shoulders, squeezing, gripping and pushing. His cock poking the top of Stephen’s chute and dragging and moulding the velvety lining of his newly forming cunt. “Let’s shift position. On to your back... I want to look you in the eyes.” Daniel flipped Stephen over, added more massage oil to his cock and plunged swiftly back in. Sweat dripped of Daniel onto Stephen’s hard cock as he stroked himself. He looked down towards Daniels thrusting groin and there between his legs that rested on Daniel’s shoulders was the tattoo. A small black biohazard tattoo. Despite his sexual innocence he knew what that meant on a gay man. “Oh fuck.” Thought Stephen. “What is he doing to me? What have I let happen?” As Stephen’s eyes left Daniel’s and roamed down his body Daniel knew he was going to see his tattoo and know his status. That was the deal-clincher for Daniel. Stopping his orgasm now would be impossible. Volley after volley of cum shot from his cock, splattering the lining of Stephen’s cunt. Daniel grinned. “Your cunt is fantastic. So hot. So sexy.”

I was 19 and had hooked up with one couple a few times, but they always used condoms. A few months later I was chatting with one of them again and told him I wanted to try barebacking and would like it to be with them. They were both more than happy to indulge, so I went over and we messed around sucking and playing with each other’s asses for a while until one of them got me on my back on the couch and started to line his bare cock up with my hole. I was shaking with excitement as he slid it inside me. He fucked me good and hard like that for a while before he started to take deeper and longer strokes. I knew he was close, so I started telling him to cum inside me and fill my ass...I was really getting into it! He started growling as he began to cum in my hole and I knew it felt good for him to load my ass raw for the first time. His BF fucked his load into me after that and I haven’t topped or bottomed with a condom since.

I was so relieved when my test came back negative. I swore to myself I would never let a raw cock in my ass ever again. So why was I visiting a bathhouse within the week? What was I thinking? I rationalized I was only going to watch. Bareback porn got me so hot and horny, why not watch some guys actually getting nailed and bred. Besides I hadn't sworn off sucking cock, had I. I wouldn't take a room to decrease my chances of breaking my self imposed promise. It was almost midnight on a Friday so the place was crowded. I had indulged in some edibles and had a double scotch on the rocks at a bar on my way over. I was feeling mighty good as I stripped off at my locker. Before I wrapped my towel around myself I noticed the guy beside me pulling his shirt over his head. A beautiful scorpion tattoo adorned his left shoulder. He smiled at me and winked as he watched my dick start to rise. 'What the fuck Is wrong with me?' I quickly wrapped up and took a tour of the halls grateful scorpion tattoo didn't follow me. A young slim latino lad caught my eye. He was leaning against the open door to a room with a pot bellied 60ish guy lying naked on his bed stroking a thick 7 inch erection. As I had hoped the young guy slipped into the room leaving the door wide open. He dropped his towel and without saying a word climbed up onto the bed, straddled the man and lowered himself on the cock. They fucked like this for five minutes until the older guy said, "My turn." The latino got up as the older man lifted his legs exposing his ass. The latino moved down to rim the hole and the older guy said, "Just push on in son, there are already two loads up there for lube." The young man feltched some of the loads and snowballed them to the daddy as he followed instructions and pushed his average size raw dick into the sloppy hole. It didn't take very many strokes before he was clearly pumping his young load to join the other two in the older man's hole. Catching his breath he pulled out and remounted the thick daddy cock proclaiming, "My turn, load me up old man." Very quickly the older guy's tell tale breathing started and he asked, "You sure you want this poison poz load boy?" Without a word the latino sat down hard on the cock and bent over to plant a big sloppy kiss on the daddy's mouth. The older man's hips bucked like a bronco as he pumped his toxic load in deep. I realized I was stroking my leaking cock under my towel as I felt a hand reach under the back. A wet finger penetrated my tight hole. Turning my head I realized the finger belonged to the guy with the scorpion tattoo!

Chapter 4. The following day, my boy thanked me for setting everything up. He told me he’d never have been brave enough to take POZ cum without my help. I told him I looked forward to seeing how piggy he wanted to be. I asked him if he really wanted to push his limits. He nodded and I asked him if he’d rather have ten new raw cocks in his hole or ten loads from strangers in his hole, squelching two raw cocks. He thought for a few seconds and said, ‘loads. Loads from ten strangers.’ ‘POZ loads?’ ‘If they’re POZ, then, yeah.’ He confessed that it had long been a fantasy to get fucked and used by multiple POZ men but that he’d need to work up the stamina to take on ten men at once. I asked if lots of loads on two bare cocks might help him get used to more. He nodded and headed off to work proud of him for giving in to what he wanted, and for trusting me to help him. I messaged Sam, thanking him for a hot session, and telling him my boy wanted to get double-fucked with ten strangers’ loads, working up to a POZ gangbang. I also told Sam that my boy had been able to fist himself. That got Sam going, and he asked me to meet him for lunch in a park bathroom he knew of nearby. I snuck away from my desk and was in the appointed stall at the appointed time, fisting my cock as I peered through a sticky gloryhole. A few minutes later, Sam walked in and greeted me by name as he unzipped and fed his POZ cock through the gloryhole. I heard him talking to another guy who must have just walked in. I heard him say, ‘Yeah, he’s collecting loads for his boy. No questions asked, POZ loads too.’ I felt his pace pick up as he fucked my throat, banging against the wall, ‘Like mine! This cocksucker is gonna get his boy POZ bred with my POZ cum! Again!’ He filled my mouth with a big juicy load and pulled back. I spat his cum into the jar as the next stranger slid his meat through the hole. ‘You’re sick, you fuck. Sucking cock to bring loads home to your boy! Bring him here sometime, and I’ll breed him myself!’ He shot his cum in my mouth and pulled out without a word of thanks. It tasted so good, I nearly swallowed it, but remembered why I was there. I only knew Sam was still there when he lowered his face to the hole and spit through it, I swallowed it down. He grunted that he had a few more friends coming in a few minutes and to hold tight. I heard the door open and close and waited a few minutes. Sam came back with two uniformed cops. I freaked out until I heard their zippers drop and they both took turns feeding me their dicks. I saved both their loads in the jar. When they’d gone, Sam let himself into the stall. He suggested we ask the cops over sometime to double fuck my boy for me to watch. The got me turned on. Sam asked if I wanted his load right in my hole and I told him that I rarely bottom. He grinned and said, ‘I’ll get my babies in you one way or another.’ He dipped his finger into the jar and ran it up and down my ass crack. If another stranger hadn’t just walked in, I’d have had to jerk off imagining those two beefy cops stretching my boy apart and feeling Sam smear his POZ cum in me. I’d sucked out four loads and had a cummy butt and was late for work. Back at my desk, I messaged Sam to thank him. He replied that he didn’t know the first guy really but had seen him taking raw POZ cock in that stall regularly, including his own. The cops were both POZ too. That night, Sam came back over. I blindfolded my boy before we took turns fingering fresh cum into his ass and then planting it deeper until we both fucked him again. This time, Sam was sitting on the sofa with my boy straddling his cock, facing him. I was able to squat and slide in; this meant I got to do most of the pounding this time. Sam reached into the cum jar again and fingered some of that filthy seed into my own butt. It all felt so good, but the sensation of Sam squirting his toxic seed into my boy’s guts was what pushed me over the edge. He took pics of our cummy cocks reaming out my boy’s hole, and then of my own tight ass covered in dirty seed. I kept sucking off strangers daily and getting that cum into my boy. And now, I fingered my ass with their seed as I sucked them off. By the following week, my boy had been filled up with at least ten strangers’ loads and wrecked by me and Sam together multiple times. My own tight hole had absorbed some of that toxic seed too. I told my boy that Sam was planning something for the weekend to take things a step further. My boy begged for a hint, but I kept quiet, telling that it would start with him being blindfolded and end with him more stretched out and more cum-filled than he’d ever been before. To be continued...

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...

Part 2: Becoming pregnant fuck meat I walked out into the hall and back up to the hotel bar. I look around. My friends had gone. The bar almost empty, just the barman cleaning up. He looked at me and smirked "I think your friends let honey" he said in a very camp voice and looked me up and down like he was undressing me. Behind me my skinhead appeared. He put his arms around me "c'mon up to my room and I'll call you a cab, you look wasted". I didnt resist, eveything was spinning. Before I knew it I was in his room, sitting on the edge of his hotel bed. He stood in front of me. "Well, whilst we wait for a cab you may as well finish sucking my cock". He pulled down his jeans and his hardening cock sprang out. I was immediately transfixed and began sucking on it like it was the most natural thing to do in the world. I was deep throating it like a pro, like I'd seen in the porn movies. I licked his balls and sucked them into my mouth. I was in heaven. He pulled my T-Shirt off, and pushed me back onto the bed. Then he pulled off my boots and jeans. Within seconds I was naked on my back. I have to go I said, I'm wasted... "Relax" he told me "I have you a little something to help you get into it, being your first time I thought you needed some help" "What do you mean, you gave me something..." I slurred "Just a little something I pushed up your cunt with my tongue" I started sucking my cock. I started moaning. I was in heaven. He replaced his mouth with his hand and moved to licking my arse. I was in heaven, moaning like a total slut. He began fingering me and working my cock at the same time, I'd never felt anything like it. Then he stopped and moved up my body, my legs pinned over his shoulders. He kissed me deeply, his tongue forcing it's way into my mouth. "are you ready, you are going to get fucked tonight, you know that dont you?" "Yes, sir, but please not without a condom..." "It's OK' he said "Dont worry, you are going to get barebacked at some point, it may as well be tonight, You want to lose your virginity properly dont you?" God yes, I moaned and uttered the words every bottom knows so well "Please fuck me, fuck me hard, cum in me, I want you to cum inside me" He pushed his cock into me. I dont even remember it hurting. All I remember is the fucking - him fucking me hard and me taking it like I was born to be bitch. On my back with a man inside me. I was groaning and taking on the role of a slut in ways I didnt think I was possible of - begging him to fuck me harder, to use my cunt. Hurt me, rape me, everything I could think of. My entire world was now about his amazing dick in my arse and for the first time I felt complete, loved and wanted. "I'm getting close" he said "Maybe if you are lucky we'll get you pregnant first time" That sounded kinky, being a girl I thought, pretending I could pregnant. My femboy side had awakened and I loved the idea of being the girl with a cunt. "Yes, please, cum in me, make me pregnant. Give me your babies, I want you to be my daddy, cum in me daddy please cum in me" And then he did it - he pushed down hard and pumped his load into me. Thats all I remember from that night, I must have passed out. I woke up the next morning, still in his bed, naked...

Most of this story is true. Part 1. Losing my real virginity to Skinhead in London It was two days after my 18th birthday. I was out with some friends in London celebrating We'd been clubbing, met a few people and ended up back in basement bar of a hotel. The hotel it turned out was notorious for it's gay clientele. Which made mad sense - the people we met were cool - two gay gays, a very femme camp twink, and couple of fag hags who were now getting friendly with my two mates. Now I think back I realise I was supposed to be the prize for the gay guys or the twink to play with. I'd always been skinny. And with ginger hair and pale skin I must have looked delicious to these older gay guys. I was wearing a tight white t-shirt, skinny blue jeans and boots. I knew I was a bit camp and played up to it. But at the time I was straight. I'd had a couple of girlfriends, but only had sex twice. The first time was with a big girl at a party, I got hard but didnt know what to do. She knew what she wanted. She removed her knickers, parked her huge arse on me, straddled her big thighs over me and rode me until she had an orgasm. She then got off and left me there. The next time was with my new girlfriend. We'd done it once, but she had to grab my cock and put it in her. I pretended to cum. She told me she liked my cock, although it was the smallest one she'd fucked she said. I am about six inches and nice and straight. But even though it was small it was very good looking she thought - like the Johnny Depp of cocks - small but perfectly formed. She laughed and said my small balls and ginger pubes made my cock look cute. However even though I had nice tight balls I'd always produce a lot of cum! Thinking back I loved porn, and wanked a lot even to straight porn. But I always fantasised I was the slut on my knees getting a face full of cum or sucking cock. I love the idea of cocks up my arse, but I never had anything up there - i tried with a finger but it always hurt. But I'd play with my arse hole opening, rubbing a finger over my pink hole and pushing as much as I dared. I'd dream of being a slut on all fours when I wanked. I'd create rape fantasies of being forced and used, taken against my will and degraded. I'd cum in my hand or on the floor and hungrily lick it all up. I even used to be able to put my cock over my mouth and cum on pretty pink lips. As I mentioned, I'd cum a lot so spraying my mouth and face with huge spurts of cum was easy. Anyway, back to the hotel. Time was passing and everyone was getting pretty drunk. Most people in the hotel bar had left. I'd drunk a lot of beer and the ecstasy was wearing off. I staggered down the hallway, down some stairs and into the mens toilet. It was a big white tiled old fashioned toilet. Very bright and very white I remember. Six stalls facing some sinks and a big steal urinal at one end. I headed down and went for a piss - leaning with one hand against the wall for support. I took a big long piss and was thinking how fucked I felt and I should probably head off. I was supposed to see my girlfriend tomorrow. Just then someone came and stood next to me. He got his cock out and started pissing. He was standing very close, right next to me. I could smell him. Aftershave and sweat and leather. Even though I'd never had any experience before somehow I knew this man was gay. I glanced down and over and caught a glimpse of his cock. My heart started beating faster and my mouth went dry. Quickly I buttoned up and walked to the sinks. For some reason I then turned around and looked back - i just stood there. I was looking at the man pissing. He was taller than me - i was only around 5'8. He was easily six foot. Dressed like a skin head. Shaved head. Ripped jeans. Leather jacket on, boots, chains, the lot. His arms were covered in cool tatoos. Then he turned, took two steps away from the urinal and just stood there with his cock out. I couldnt believe it. I'd never seen anything like. This big white cock. So thick and so manly. With a prince albert on the end - a big silver ring piercing the head. Instinct took over and I walked towards him, got on my knees and took my first cock in my mouth. It was amazing. The taste, the feel, the heat of the flesh. So much bigger and more powerful than mine. I greedily sucked and tasted his meat. I was consumed with lust, finally I knew my place, I felt so at home on my knees with a cock in my mouth. I was transformed from a straight boy into the cock sucker I wanted to be. The cock was enough and I sucked in his balls and licked around his crotch tasting his body. I realised he was shaved which I liked, how did I know I liked that? I'd never even thought of it before and here I was deciding i liked shaved balls. I heard something behind which woke me from my delirious cock sucking. I looked around, I didnt see anyone but realised I was exposed. If someone saw me they'd know what I was. I was still straight and no one could find out. I dragged the skin head man into a stall and closed the door. I went to continue my cocksucking, but instead he kissed me. Harder and rougher than I'd ever been kissed. Forcing his tongue in my mouth and tasting me. I went weak at the knees - I was breathless and had never felt this turned on before even though I wasnt even thinking about my cock. He roughly pulled down my jeans and grabbed my cock and balls hard and twisted them. "You like that slut?" he said, "Yes sir, thankyou sir" I moaned. Where did that come from? I'd never called anyone sir before. He spun me around and pulled my cute white arse cheeks apart. I moaned and pushed back offering myself to him. It felt so natural. He ran a finder up my crack and I shivered in excitement. He tried to push a finger in, but I clamped shut. "Please no" I said "I'm a virgin, I'm too tight and it hurts". He didnt say anything, instead he knelt down. Then I felt it. His tongue on my arse. Oh my god that was incredible - like nothing else. The licking and the probing of his tongue. I began pushing back and moaning like a bitch on heat. I'd never felt anything like it and it was perfect. I was having the best sex of my life and I hadnt even touched my cock. I started moaning like the sluts in pornos "I'm a whore, lick my cunt hole, eat my pussy, use me like a whore... fuck my cunt like a bitch. Fuck my virgin cunt hole and make me your bitch". I was really going to town on the moaning, I was transformed from a straight boy into a drooling faggot. The skin head stood up and put one arm around my waste and the other around my neck. "You dont have a cunt" he said "you've got an arse hole and I'm about to fuck it. Do you want that? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to breed you?". I couldn't believe that my dream was about to come true. "Yes, please, fuck me. Fuck my arse". Even though I didn't know what it meant I begged him to breed me. It sounded slutty and I liked being a slut. It made my arse seem more like a cunt, and a cunt could be used to get a girl pregnant and I liked being more like a slutty girl. After all you cant breed an 18 year boy can you? He positioned his cock head against my hole. I moaned.. then I paused "Not with out a condom" I said and pulled away. I was suddenly awakened to my situation and how long I'd been down there. I'd better get back to my friends I thought. "I want you to come in my mouth" I said and tried to suck his cock again thinking I could get my reward quickly and rejoin my friends. No one would be any the wiser. "No, thats not what you want or need." said the skin head "I know what you want, but I guess tonights not your lucky night". With that he unlocked the toilet door and headed back upstairs. I washed my face and hands and sheepishly. I figured I'd head back upstairs and rejoin my friends, maybe pretend like it never happened. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was still feeling high and drunk. Even more now I thought. Normally I'd have sobered up a bit by now, but I was feeling even more drunk and things seemed blurry. Time to get a cab. I staggered out of the mens room and into the hall. To be continued.

THis is so true! Even though TIM still makes good videos, its something weird about commercial porn and pulling out lately. Its almost like they feel the need to prove that the guys actually cum, so they pull out, just to shove it back in too late (wasting most of the cum on the outside) or even worse, cum all over the chest or face. The whole point of bareback, manly, sleazy sex is the load going in the ass. What happens after that can vary, multiple loads, squirting, felching.. can all be hot. But if the cum doesnt go in the ass, its like the whole video is wasted for me. The best videos are definitely the ones where the guy unloads without pulling out at all. Just recognizing on his body language and verbal language that he filled the slut with fresh hot cum. 😈🐽

Part 11 Suddenly he had an idea, he moved over to his desk, and did grab a black permanent marker, and moved over to the rocking sluts ass. Hugo could read Dirks mind what he was up to with the marker, so he stopped Mike with rocking and told him to keep still, and not move anymore. Mike was feeling zo woozy but still he registered the order and did not move anymore. Dirk started to write on the sluts ass in big bold letters "POZ ME", James did notice what the 2 guys where up to, and moved the little cam for the online viewers nearer to the cunts ass, so that the viewers could see excactly what was going on. Some viewers on zoom made nasty remarks about Mike, some where reffering to him as a tweaked pozwhore ending up in some shady knockingshop in the middle east. Mike was not aware what was happening, he did feel movement on his ass, but was not able to place it, he was hoping they soon would move from his ass to his hole, he was so horny he needed something in his ass, he was so needy. Mike made some sounds trying to speak, but he could not form any correct syllabuses with that ball in his mouth. He was looking up with his pleading doggy eyes into the direction of the face of Hugo, forgetting his eyes where covered and everything was pitch black, hoping Hugo would understand and help him. Keep shut you slut!!!!! Soon we will give you what you need, keep still and do not move, or I rip your head from your shoulders you tweaking whore!!!!!! Mike was a bit shocked how he was treated, but did not dare to move anymore, Hugo was not the sort of guy you would like to make angry, he brought his face to the end of the couch in shame, and did not move anymore, and let happen whatever was happening on his ass and back. Dirk had moved up to the back of Mike writing "No loads refused neg hole here, please POZ ME. The message was clear, and in big bold letters for everybody to see, and to understand. James was filming the back of Mike, and he told Hugo to let loose the bitch, and as soon Hugo dropped his grip on the bitch, Mike started to rock again, making noises nobody could understand, but they knew all 3 what he was asking. James did go over to the party table, and took a loaded syringe destined to end up in the arm of Mike, Hugo was already putting the tourniquet around the arm of Mike, and was searching for a good vein to use in the crack of his arm. Mike was not sure what was happening but thought the better of it, not to make strange moves, or try some opposition. He trusted Dirk, everything would go OK, so far no harm was done, except the harsh comments of Hugo before. He was feeling so stupid and ungrateful, so far they only made him feel good, and they where giving him what he craved for already so long. He was still not aware of the true intentions the guys had with him. Hugo was feeling up the crook of his arm, and did find a nice size vein, although they where not very prominent. James did join Hugo with the syringe, and was feeling up the vein of Mike, Hugo was always excited for new pigs to be slammed, especially when they where new to chems like Mike, nothing beats newcomers moving into the floating world of chemsuse. Hugo did point to his arm, to signal James that he wanted to donate some aded value to this slam?

Drew is totally vers. He even takes fist. He's got a big cock and a big hole. The way he fucks you can tell he likes loose holes.

Cutler is married to Dyn0. Didn't know he dated Drew.

The very first time for me was bareback and I didn't even realize it was happening. Have posted this story in another section before but long story short....i had gotten fucked up on poppers in a glory hole booth with a guy and sucked my first cock and then went to another booth and joined his friends and more poppers and more sucking cocks and then took a few puff puffs from the guys pipe and i was quickly lost in space until I started coming back down and realized his friends had dumped their loads in my mouth and on my face and i looked at them and said I felt like I was going to cum and they said getting fucked will do that and before I could look back the first guy pulled me back onto his cock balls deep and grunted and i started cumming when I felt the heat and wetness of his hot load pumping inside me Still can't believe that one time was my first time with poppers and hitting the pipe and sucking cock and swallowing cum and getting fucked and bred. And all by surprise and by total strangers too.

Several years before PReP, I would take anonymous cocks at bookstores with condoms. My first “anonymous bareback” recollection that ultimately has led me to today chasing Poz conversion was when I got stealthed by a really hot guy in an adult video booth. I was bent over, jeans at my ankles, ass pushed out. He was fucking me with a condom. He fucked a long time and I thought I was in heaven having this hot stud fuck me. Finally, he grunted, a few hard thrusts, and he pulled out. Afterwards I always checked the condom. He pulled it off his dick quick and threw it into the basket. As we were both pulling our pants up, I started feeling wet and cum was dripping out of my hole. I fingered my self and I was full of cum. I grabbed his arm and said, “what did u do to me?” He pulled his arm away from me, opening the booth door to leave and said, “giving you what you really deserve, sometimes you don’t get a choose buddy.” Then he was gone. I’m standing outside the booth door, one hand holding my jeans that we’re almost on the floor, my wet ass exposed, guys leaning against the wall staring at me. Back in the booth I squatted and squeezed out his huge load (and it was a huge load), I looked at the condom. It had a hole, he’d had only the ring at the base of his penis, he’d been wholly bare inside me. I went home, my pants wet. I cried that night, but soon I was remembering how good it felt and how hot the risk was. I also jerked off and it was hot So after what happened I kept reliving all that cum coming out of me (it was a lot I have to say). Dreamed about it. But I kept taking condomed cock. They were never quite so satisfying. I kept thinking not just about bare, raw cock, but the risk of it. Finally I wanted more. I wanted anonymous bareback, it was the real freeing of me; my liberation. The stealthing of me was 6 months or more behind me and now I dreamed and fantized about it. So my second time I went to the old Bijou Bookstore in Chicago. They had an upstairs glory hole maze area, some open areas with a sling, etc. I snagged a prime both, big butt hole cut in the side next to another booth. I stripped 100% naked...I could feel the old cum on my feet (true pig) and put my butt hole against the opening and said I to myself that I would take whatever cock wants to enter me. I was there almost 4 hours...9 P.M. to 1 A.M. on a Friday night. The first few cocks had condoms and that was fine. I was breathing heavy until I realized they were covered and after each one I checked..no cum in me. It was the 4th cock, (I distinctly remember 4th) white guy...he fingered.. spit. Slowly tested me. When he pushed in, I reached back and felt the base of his thin cock and realized he had no condom on. He quickly pulled out and said, “sorry guy, I’ll put it on.” I pulled away and said, “it’s ok if u go bare.” That was my first acceptance of personal responsibility for going bare, and accepting the excitement and risk. He slide in me...it felt so fucking amazing!!!! When he got close he kept saying, “I won’t cum in u. I won’t cum in u.” I told him to cum in me and he immediately did, then he zipped up and ran away. I squatted and pushed his cum out. My heart was racing...what did I do!!! But as soon as that booth door opened again my ass was back on the hole..a few more condom guys used my ass..then as the night wore on, another guy put it in raw and never even asked, never said a thing, ejaculated, left. Some guys started with the condom, then ditched it. My cock was rock hard, my heart was racing. Towards the end of the night, this guy came in, I heard him unzip, his fingers slid into my wet hole. Then he pulled them out. He pushed my ass away. I turned to look, he’s bent over, looking through the hole, he says, “you take raw cock?” I gulp, my face reddening as I look at him, “yes.” First time I admit to a guy face to face I’m going raw. He says, “you got Poz loads in you?” I say, “I don’t know.” He pulls away, stands up. I think he’s leaving, then I feel his hand tapping my butt. I push back against the hole. His good size hard cock roughly pushes into me and he fucks until he cums.” He pulls out. As he’s leaving, he says to me, “...fucking whore.” I got 6 raw loads that night and I was liberated!!!! I was free!!!

We had a thing called “Noel’s House Party” featuring a man in a pink polka dotted costume, called Mr Blobby, who ran around saying “Blobby”, and people getting doused in gunge from a big bucket thing overhead. I can’t even remember what the context was. I think it was a game show of some description. And yes, I was turned on by the slime. I was about 6 at the time, so I didn’t know I was. But I was. In much the same way kids’ shows featuring kidnapping and tying up with ropes (Peter Pan etc.) got me excited, and I’m now into bondage.

I would not say a turn off, but just to be practical here having sex/playing with a versatile guy for me would not work, at all, unless he was able to tap into his inner sub that he is not aware of yet and completely and wholeheartedly submit to my desires and needs. I cannot see that ever materialising. I NEVER get fucked nor do I ever touch or look at a dick let alone suck it. As a Dom I am in charge the entire time a pig is in my company, and that includes ME doing the fucking when I am INSIDE of his cunt; that means he does not move his hips at all. Greedy bottoms yes please, power bottoms, no thanks. The older I have become I realise that even someone who is 100% bottom no longer does it for me, I NEED someone who is a true sub, then I can have the FUN that I really need!

I’ve never done it, but I’d definitely give it a go. I’ve seen fisting porn with guys sliding around a play pen covered in gunge of some sort and it obviously made fisting much easier. Foam parties come to mind as well. Multiple hot naked guys slip sliding all over each other and fucking? Yes please.

Hit him up about it, we talked on the phone since he works out of town. He wants to have a "chat" when he gets home this weekend

I was once at a house party with my straight friends, equal number of girls and guys. I was the only gay one as uWe were so coked up and smoked out that around 4 or 5am we decided to pass out in different rooms. This guy Ted was the host’s best friend. We had never met before. Earlier that evening, he said that he had always wanted to hold a guy’s hand to see what it felt like. I took this as a signal.. maybe? Anyway when we were coking up I was delirious fantasising about becoming his ‘first’. Ted was 25 at the time too, brown hair and thick glasses. The nerdy but fit type. He was reasonably well built. Very cute. As I entered the bedroom to pass out, he soon walked in and asked if we could share the bed. Before I responded, he disclaimed to me to “not worry. I won’t make a move on you”. I was inexperienced and didn’t know how to respond so I kept silent, stripped down to my undies and crawled in to bed. He climbed in soon after. We laid there foe a good hour, trying to sleep with coke brain on full blast. My heart was racing and I kept wondering if he woild make a move on me. He never did. We shuffled around for a long time. Then finally I bit the bullet and my hand crossed to his side. I first grazed his hand to test the waters. He responded and I knew I was in. I explored his abs (he had hairy abs. So hot) and then further down. I was elated when he directed me to his thick, throbbing tool. It was a good 7.5” and girthy. I eventually went down on him and deepthroated him for the first time. He couldn’t control himself and came into my throat. Of course I sucked him clean then told him that I wanted to do more next time. Damn this is still one of my great memories. Sadly we have never met again since.

I fucking love father/son incest, I want to fuck my Boys so badly. Found this site via my son's browser history, so I think he'll probably be into it if I hit him up.

After 2020 being a pretty good load taking year given I was locked down for 4 months of it, I have been pretty disappointed with 2021. One of my fuckbuddies moved to Kansas. Another one has been too tied up to head this way (we hookup when he visits some property he inherited near me). The third one and I have kind of moved into the "it's complicated" area, so we have been taking a break. No one else on the apps or sites seems interested. That all changed today. I was going to be working in my office today which normally means just me alone in an empty building. I hit up a guy who has fucked me before on Growlr. He fucked me across my desk in the office. It wasn't a particularly memorable fuck, but I got a load in my hole. About 20 minutes after he left, an old fuckbuddy who I only see when he hits me up (he's married to a woman) contacted me. He came up to my office. He was nervous and in a hurry repeatedly saying, "I don't have much time." He quickly dropped his pants and stuck his cock in my mouth. He violently fucked my face until I swallowed a load. He immediately took off and left me to get some work done. Let's hope going forward 2021 has more days like today!

It's all about trusting someone. I got into the bdsm lifestyle for a while. My master and I started with just me sucking his coc, getting to know me. We then went to him tying my hands up, slapping my face. I started to trust him and he gave me a safe word. By the end I let him do what pleased him. I was shaved, then he put ben gay on my cock and balls, elec.stim. , anal hooked while tied to his board that I laying on, caned, whipped, paddled, being video taped while he did this things to me. Made me fuck guys he used to bring to his house with me blind folded. After everything we went in his shower, he used to piss on me ,told me I was worthless. Then he would soap me up, rinse me, hug me. I was never allowed to cum. Once in a while before we showered he would jerk off on my face, made me jerk off and cum in my hand and made me eat it. I miss him still. Been about 2 years after serving him for about 10 years.

I love how his cock pumps the load in the boy's ass!

My experience with black cock has been quite different from you all. Let me share some stories. The first I had was a local funk musician who was married and managed a recording studio I used for a show in my early 20s. He was after me practically since we met, and one season when I couldn't afford his fee, he grabbed me by the dick and hinted that we could work out some other arrangement. This borders on something we're not allowed to talk about, but I was 21, horny, and broke. So we fucked. He topped me, and he was my first, so he wasn't gentle. Always insisted on condoms, though. I knew he was plowing others while on his tours, all women most likely, and he was trying to protect me from danger, so I forgive him that. We played a lot over a four year period until he started having trouble getting hard. My second was a bottom, some guy who picked me up at a friend's party. He had an acorn dick, and wasn't clean AT ALL when we played. In fact, he gave me chlamydia. Was a bad fuck. I met randoms at the bathhouse in my mid 30s but they didn't make any impression. One guy I played with claimed he was a virgin, and I was his first. He didn't care for the dick, but he loved the toy I had with me. LOL I also fucked my sling demo partner at IML 2016. He was black, but owned, and his Sir did not allow him to bareback with anyone else, so I had to respect that. He was okay. Then was porn actor Lawrence Portland that I made a couple videos with. He was a good fuck, and probably the best of them. But the standout has to be the guy who bred me at CumUnion during IML 2019. A burly fellow took me to a fuck bench, and bred me like a madman. Putting that PreP to use, we were! LOL. When he finished breeding, I didn't even know if he had finished or just quit. I actually had to ask him directly, and he confirmed it: he nutted and he's poz. That was totally hot, but I never saw him again. Think his name was Mike. So I never really had the "big black cock" that so many guys drool over. Most of my guys have been bottoms, and the few that were tops were not that great. It was nice to have that dark anaconda going in and out of me, but ... meh. Hasn't been ALL that special, and didn't live up to the hype. I'm not saying that all black cock is like this. Just my experience. There must be some good ones that I just haven't had inside me yet.

😲 lol Phew! If I ever see that little black twink you refer to, I will have to thank him personally for showing you the way forward, in that it is RAW all the way! 🐷

This showed up in my FB feed this morning.

Just like the first chapter, this is a work of fiction, never happened, and is not meant to be re-enacted. Chapter 2: Shawn Joins the Club Two weeks after Shawn's conversion and tattooing, he came down with the worst case of the flu he had ever experienced. Fuck, he thought, he had an awards show to get to, not that anyone in the world would be happy to see him there. "How are you feeling?" John asked him as he entered the room. "Horrible. My fever is over 101." "That's good. That's the fuck flu, your immune system is reacting to the virus you had pumped into your body. Time we go get you tested." With that Shawn went slack jaw again. Fuck, all that fucking, the biohazard tattoo right in the middle of his chest, it really was coming back to bite him. Shawn went with John to a testing center for a rapid test, they were somehow able to avoid the paparazzi on the way in. Surely they would not be there on the way out. The nurse took Shawn's blood and put it into the test. In fifteen minutes the test result came back. "I'm sorry sir, unfortunately you have come back positive for HIV. A specialist will be coming in shortly to discuss treatment options with you." Shawn's heart sank. Immediately after the door shut John smiled, "Congratulations. You're one of us now." Shawn rolled his eyes. "Thanks to you I'm out thousands of dollars on medications now!" "Medication? Oh no Shawn we're leaving now, you have an awards show to get to. I don't want to hear you talk like that to me ever again. You had us pump this virus into you." Shawn went silent. With that, he followed John out of the testing center and went home to get ready for the awards show tonight. John had already talked to Shawn's stylist to ensure that he did not attempt to cover up his new tattoo. His suit today would be just like the last one, shirt buttoned low to show off his chest. When Shawn saw what his stylist had waiting for him, he his heart sank. Fuck, I will be on the cover of all the tabloids tomorrow, Shawn thought. But he was too sick to fight anymore, he just suited up and got ready for the awards show that night. He looked at himself in the mirror, a tight sky blue suit, black shirt, and his signature black boots, the slightest movement of his arms puts his new tattoo on full display. The second he stepped out of the limo onto the red carpet he was bombarded with reporters trying to ask him questions and fans booing and calling him all kinds of names and homophobic slurs. Fuck, why did John make me come to this, he thought. Thankfully, he was not required to talk to a single one of them. He doesn't think he could bring himself to answer any questions about cancelling his tour or what happened when the whole world saw him leaving that place in handcuffs and his suit from the night before. All of a sudden he turned to the side, he could hear John snickering at the humiliation he was putting him through. Shawn just went down the red carpet as fast as he could. He just wanted to be done with it, he could not stand it. Just get through tonight, he thought. It will all be over once the night is over and hopefully he won't be going to any after parties. With other celebs or with his manager. The dinner portion of the awards show did not go well for Shawn, a man came to his table and asked for an interview and unfortunately, with all eyes on him there was no way to say no. John smirked at him from across the table. "So Shawn, I think everyone here is dying to know: What happened a couple weeks ago that ended you being cuffed and escorted into a limo followed by you cancelling the rest of the tour? I don't think you're a bad guy, I just want you to tell everyone the truth. What happened in there and what is this new tattoo?" The man asked as he gently spread open Shawn's shirt with his finger. Shawn hesitated, he stared at John, hoping that he would tell him what to do somehow. Then he decided, that was it, Shawn could not take this anymore. He didn't want to hide. "This tattoo, it's a biohazard tattoo, it's what people who are HIV+ have. I tested positive today," Shawn told the man while everyone started to whisper. John was smiling and nodding his head. "You heard it here ladies and gentleman. You know, several celebrities who have HIV have been going all over the world talking about safe sex. Do you plan to join that conversation? It can be a world changer and has done a lot for their careers." The man said and tilted the microphone to Shawn. Shawn swallowed, knowing what he had to do. "No. My career is over. Two weeks ago, the night before that photo was taken, I laid back in a sling and was fucked raw by over 50 men, all of whom had HIV." The people began to boo him aggressively. "I'm a cum dump, that is my career now. You can find the video of what happened that night online. In fact, I plan on doing it again," with that, Shawn stood up from the table, buttoned his jacket closed again and stormed out. John was not far behind. "Shawn! You're officially one of us now! Congrats!" John yelled. "Shut up, just get me to the party..." Shawn stopped right as he got back out to where the red carpet was. There were atleast thirty old, sleazy looking men waiting with the back doors of a windowless van. John brushed past Shawn and joined the men by the van. Shawn stopped at the end of the carpet, he turned around and saw the last of the career he was leaving behind. Shawn's face went blank and began to step towards the van, this time walking slightly faster than he did towards the sling, but all you could still hear was the deep click of his boots on the ground. Once he was in arms reach of the men he was aggressively yanked into the van. The van smelled like piss and must, the men all took turns spitting on Shawn's face as he felt the van speed off. He was pushed to his knees where he began to suck all of their infected cocks, several of which were covered in warts and lesions. "Yeah suck that cock bitch. Tonight we're gonna recharge you while you have the fuck flu. You are done for!" The van pulled up to the same house Shawn was converted in. The doors opened and the men picked Shawn up and ran him down to the basement this time. It was pitch black but Shawn knew there were at least fifty more men. He was quickly brought to the center of the room and pushed to his knees, then all of a sudden the men took two steps away. His jaw slacked again in disappointment because he thought he would be sucking all their cocks. But before he could say anything he felt streams of piss all over him. He drank some, ran some through his hair, washed his new suit with it, and was disappointed when all eighty of the men had finished. Then he felt arms on him again. A light turned on right as he was being pushed back into a rubber suit. He was zipped up, strapped to a fuck chair, and a gas mask lowered onto his head to feed him poppers again. Man after man came up to fuck him through a hole in his trousers. Shawn hoped it would last forever, but it did not. Eventually, all eighty men had dumped their toxic loads in him. Fuck, he thought, they forgot to let him out of the rubber. He tried to yell but couldn't through the gas mask. He was to stay here all zipped up in rubber on top of his wet suit. Fuck, my suit is going to mildew if I stay here. Then he heard John's voice. "You aren't getting out Shawn. I'll send a few men down everyday to feed you, but you'll be down here for the whole week. Next Saturday you're booked for another awards show. We'll let you out then," John said as he walked off. Shawn stopped struggling. This is his life now, he is a newly converted pig. And he loved it.

It will only show up if he does blood tests specifically for it, which would be a very strange thing for him to do. In very rare circumstances, he may notice a decrease in your kidney function, but if that happens, you will want him (and you) to know that's happening, so that you can fix it. But that would be very rare with PrEP. I will say, though, that honesty with any doctor treating you is always the best policy. It's much easier for them to help you if they're fully informed. For example, PrEP can interact with other medications that he may unwittingly prescribe you, if he doesn't know you're on it. If you don't feel you can discuss something with a particular doctor, finding a doctor you feel more comfortable with is a far better solution than hiding things.

Seem to get some of my best sessions at the weekly Sunday afternoon naked cruise event at the local cruise club. They only allow entry from 2 to 2.30pm and it remains open till 5 (reopening at 7 pm for regular crowd). As usual this week, a small crowd of guys waiting to get in so they can get their clothes off and get down to business. I was one of the first into the maze and soon hooked up with a couple of guys standing in a dark corridor. Feeling some lube on one guys cock I not so subtly brought my prelude ass to his attention with the desired effect. The tall lean guy had a pointy beard and a very long cock, I’d guess 8”, angled slightly upwards as I like it. He fucked me for a long time during which many guys had crowded around watching, doing their own things (fucking and sucking) and in some cases attempting to detach the guy from my ass to impale their own. Eventually he did move onto fucking another guy as is the custom at these events and I too went off for fresh meat. During the next couple of hours I topped a couple of times and was fucked by another guy and I saw the tall lean guy fuck another 5 or 6 guys and, surprisingly, saw him bottom a couple of times (surprising to see such an accomplished top being versatile- he wasn’t just big he was a highly skilled top). Eventually I was in a dark room and was groped from behind and didn’t see who was slipping their raw cock in my hole but it was done well and was bringing much pleasure. In the dark it seemed to be the girth as much as the length that was filling me nicely. In fact it was the guy with the long cock and despite all the asses he’d sampled that afternoon he whispered in my ear how great my ass felt and that he was going to shoot inside me. By great coincidence and with no use of hands myself I came at the exact same time as he bred me. Seemed like the right time to clean up and go.

Since COVID hit i have met three men in my neighbourhood, all three are married and had never been with a guy...after a few chats online they all have folded and dropped by for a blowie...3 very stunned and impressed men. one has now ventured into fucking me, and last week he thought he was sneaky by ripping off the rubber and blowing in my hole...the other wants to see if I’m full of shit when I say I’ll drink his piss straight from the cock without any spillage...believe it or not both guys came up with these ideas without my help 😉 I must be alright at blowin dudes then?

True. I've had mixed experiences with black cocks. It truly depends on the guy, which I guess is kind of obvious. And there are some great black bottoms. It was a black bottom twink who convinced me to go bareback. In a sauna, a big beefy Latino guy with a great cock pushed little twinky me up against a wall in the corridor and made to fuck me raw. I squirmed away and handed him a condom. He then grabbed this gorgeous black twink beside me instead, shoved him against the wall, and fucked him instead. The guy took it like a champ, and as he did, he looked at me with this smirk, and a look of ecstasy on his face. I decided never again was I going to insist on a condom (I did try insist on one one more time, another night, but gave up and took three loads instead). The Latino guy did let me suck the black guy's ass juices off his cock afterwards though 🐷 Now as for Latinos: I've yet to meet one that isn't a sex god, top or bottom. Best fuckers in the world, in my book. Closely followed by the French.

Knock me up please!! Dying to have a sexy daddy’s babies.

This is it in a nutshell with an emphasis on you will get STIs. The more often you offer up your holes, the more often you roll the dice, and the more often you roll the dice, the more likely it statistically becomes that you will have a bad roll, ie., catch something. In my experience, you may catch more than one at the same time, because a man whose practices allow him to become a spreader of disease usually involve him not getting tests or treatments, and fucking in sketchy environs. Not always, but often. Usually when I get knocked up, it’s with a combo. The value of prevention, where possible, cannot be overstated, and it’s idiotic not to. Hep A & B and HPV are not to be taken lightly, so prevent them with the vaccines. You might, actually, already have herpes and not realize it. If you’ve ever has a cold sore in your mouth, that’s herpes. About half of people in the United States have herpes simplex 1, and about 1 in 6 have herpes simplex 2. Both are spread through simple skin-to-skin contact, and no visible lesion has to be present. Outbreaks tend to diminish over time. I’ve had herpes most of my adult life (likely got it from a simple kiss) and can’t remember the last time I had a symptom. So, you’ll very likely end up with it. You may have mild or no symptoms, and it’s easily managed with medication if needed. Hep C is serious, but effective treatment has emerged in just the last few years. No vaccine, though, so be sure to get tested. All of this presumes you actually plan to go full no-load-refused cumdump. If you plan be more discriminating in your hookups, then as @Phallarchist points out above, you can limit your risk. Roll the dice fewer times, do what you can to make sure the dice are clean before you roll them. And if (when) you do become infected, don’t panic. You simply treat it, like any other ailment, and get on with your life. I’ve had many of them myself. One of them, HIV, came within hours of killing me in 2014. I’m not only still here, I’m still giving up my ass to every man who wants it. But I also get tested frequently, and if I ever test positive/Detectable for anything, I yank my ass off the market until I’m clear because I refuse to put another man’s health at risk for the sake of a fuck. There are some who take the sullen attitude that since somebody gave them a disease it’s okay, or not their fault, if they pass it to someone else. Don’t be that guy. Taking responsibility for fucking clean helps keep the arena safe for all of us.

You can knock me up 🙂

Feeling fucking powerful now, have my pig here and his rugby playing ass is just milking me dry like a pro! Already can see he is hooked on parTying! But he isn't aware that I have been flooding him full of unmedicated POZ cum haha

Yeah i have for sure!! About a two years ago i had just finished a swimming session and went into the change rooms for a shower, it wasn't a busy night infact there were only 3 others there so i showered naked. Just before i got into the shower i was on my phone messaging a guy on grinder and he sent back several ass pics and naughty messages that got my cock almost rock hard, i stepped into the shower for couple minutes and this guy walked passed the cubicle looked at me then looked down at my erection and just said "very nice" I got out the shower and started drying myself off and the guy was near me stripping from his bathers. We just started to chat about the swim center and how not many people were around on usually a busy evening. Then he mentioned he likes coming to the swimm center mid arvos because his 3 kids get out of school and are terrors to deal with so this is his chance to relax. He said his wife doesn't mind picking the kids up and taking them home until he gets back around dinner time. He asked me if i had kids or a wife and i simply replied "no not a chance... ever..." He smiled and said "oh i see, well ive always wondered what it would be like to be with another guy" i replied "it's pretty good man" with a cheeky smile on my face. The guy was pretty fit, late 30's clean shaven face, decent muscle. He had stripped down completely naked too other than a towel he was drying himself off while chatting and there i was also naked drying myself off with a towel. He said would you like to suck my cock, naturally i walked across into a cubicle with him and dropped to my knees, regular sized cock, slightly thicker than normal and clean shaven. After a few minutes i stood up and kissed him, he said he had never sucked a cock or let a guy suck his let alone kiss a guy but had always wanted to try. I pushed his head down he licked my shaft and balls before taking the head of my erect cock in his mouth. Not a bad effort for a first attempt i guess haha. I got him to stand back up, we kissed a little more and it was then very obvious with both our rock hard cocks touching against each other we were going to fuck. I suggested i wanted to rim his ass and fuck him, he turned around and i dropped down to his smooth ass. I rimmed him for a while then eventually stuck my fingers in his ass just using spit. I opened him up a little and said want my cock? He hesitantly replied yes but can you go very slow. I mentioned i only fuck raw and don't have rubbers on me, he didn't mind, i think he was in another world of his own how i ate and rimmed his ass anyway. I slowly pushed my cock in, took some time as he was soooo tight!! Eventually i got balls deep and started to fuck. I grabbed his cock and could feel the precum from him. I was going to give him the option where he wanted my load but his ass was so tight and by his slight groans and moans i had to breed his virgin ass. That i did, i blew balls deep. I withdrew slowly and he just said that felt great. He was still hard so i started to suck him again, straight away he asked if he could rim me and fuck me which was a little surprising, he said he needs to know what its like. I let him rim me for a little while, again not a bad effort and then he slid in me. He fucked me softly at first then went very hard, soon after i felt his cock throb and then heard that grunting sound! Shot a decent load inside me. I showered again, then left. Still haven't seen him back at the swim center.

Daniel sighed as the teens warm cockhead slowly slipped into his hole. Today had been a day of so many firsts for Ashers young body. The first taste of tina, the first warm fingers in his virgin hole, massaging generously against his prostate, teaching the young boys guts to thirst for a mans hard cock. Daniel milked the boys tool as he savoured the inches, fondly recalling Ashers own body as it reluctantly opened to him, how the teens tight ring spasmed on his drooling member as he fought back the inevitable until he finally relented, pumping the boy with his own hot load over and over. The feel of the boys sopping hole as it tugged and massaged the older mans cum soaked cock deep inside him. "ash" Daniel cooed as the boy lifted his head with a sigh. "feeling good buddy?" Daniel gripped the boys shoulders and began to slowly ride his cock. "yeah, oh yeah" Asher groaned as his once straight cock worked deep inside Daniels sticky cunt. "that a boy, feels good to be inside me doesnt it? just relax and enjoy it boy." Daniel picked up his pace and lifted to his feet, squatting over the sweating teens prick as he slid lewdly up and down. "look at it ash, watch it. watch your cock fuck me" Daniel grabbed the boy by the hair and guided his gaze toward the action. Daniel felt the boys member twitch in response to the sight as he continued driving the teens slick wet cock into him over and over. Daniel didnt want Asher to fuck when he was told, he wanted the boy to want to fuck, wrecklessly and with abandon. The first few steps were teaching Asher to think only with his cock. reaching back, Daniels fingers grazed the slick tight balls resting on his ass and smiled. "gonna cum ash? do you need to cum?" Daniel fingered the boys sack, rolling his hips and waiting patiently until it happened. With a long groan and a natural thrust, Asher drained his balls into daniel for the first time. "very good ash keep it up, let it come. that a boy." Daniel firmly gripped the teens shoulders, driving down to the base of his prick, riding the blissful teens balls dry. "there we go, youre a natural ash!" Daniel slid off the teen and scooped his finger into his slimy hole. placing it at the boys lips, without hesitation Asher licked the digit. "my turn now ash. We need to keep practicing." Daniel muttered, as he produced a glass pipe and lighter from the desk and took a long hit, exhaling the cloud onto the boy as Asher snickered. "here we go now, in your mouth" Daniel tucked the pipe into Ashers pouty lips. "nice deep breath now ash, take it all in and hold it for me." The glassy eyed teen did just as he was told, over and over Daniel watched as the boy spun higher and higher and his body began to respond. soon Asher slowly pumped his soft cock in his fist with one hand, and sucked at the pipe with the other for what seemed like an eternity on the couch as Daniel stood over him filming. "here ash, play with the hole" Daniel lifted the boys fingertips to his drooling puffy ring and smiled as he instinctively plunged his sticky digits inside with a groan as Daniel set the camera down to focus on the thirsty boys sloppy ass. "time to let me inside again ash. just relax for me" Daniel lifted the boys legs atop his shoulders and pointed his hot purple cockhead against the boys ass, sliding in with one long stroke. Daniel bounced off the boys firm cheeks for almost forty minutes, fucking a load out of the kids semihard cock just before planting his own warm seed in the boy once again. Daniel pulled from the tight sucking ring once again to film Ashers gaping bud as it drooled a fresh hot load. The two took turns at the pipe, lazily fondling eachother as Daniel flipped through previous clients footage, exposing the boys mind to more and more as he watched the teens cock slowly rise until he was fisting the entire length again. "feels real good to jack it doesnt it ash?" the boy just nodded as Daniel turned to kneel over the couch, exposing his winking pink pussy to the boys hungry gaze. "Its time to fuck, ash" Daniel looked over his shoulder at the teen as he reached forward to now guide his dribbling tool into the mans hole on his own. "that a boy" Daniel moaned as Ash began thrusting his bare prick in and out. "use your hips ash, nice long strokes" Daniel gave pointers on the young mans form as he continued training the boys cock to cum deep, and cum bare. Finally Daniel felt the familiar urgency of a teens orgasm and reached back to hold him in place as Ash pumped a thick hot load once again deep into Daniel. "good job ash, remember when you fuck you need to push deep as you can. really breed the hole." Daniel felt the boy slowly slide out of him and roll back on the couch, as he picked up a camera to complete the final few minutes documenting the boys milky cum streaked cock.

Posted on Doublelist for this morning after no one on Grindr was serious about meeting. Got hit up by a bbc top who lives 45 minutes away. I was headed out anyway, so I said sure, let's connect. I just had a feeling he was serious so I douched and waited for him to arrive. Finally I got the message: "Parking." I went to the building door to let him in and lead him to my new spot. He seemed a bit nervous, but followed me. Once we got inside he dropped his pants to reveal a monster. He had said 10 inches but come on, those are usually "Craigslist inches!" Not this guy. And he hadn't told me how thick it was, either! I knew I was going to have to work for that load, but I felt up to the task. I took off my shorts and dropped to my knees. I swallowed that giant dick down my throat as far as I could. He sighed and started pumping away in my mouth as I felt him get longer and harder. While I was on my knees, I slathered some lube on my hungry hole. When I determined that he was ready, I slathered some on his dick as well, then turned around and braced myself against the wall. I felt the pressure as he pushed that massive slab of meat into my hole, and for a moment I didn't think it would fit, before POP! The head was in. I ignored the pain and pushed back as he slid his entire length into my guts. Nervousness gone, he pounded my hole as I tried to be quiet. We were in a semi-public place, after all, and there were families in the apartments nearby! He grabbed my hips and his pace quickened, then he stood still and gasped as I felt his cock spasming in my hole. Spent, he pulled out and I spun around and dropped to my knees to clean him off. Delicious! We dressed and he seemed in a hurry to get out of there. Not sure if I'll see him again, but I'll keep his number for the first time I can get a motel room. I need more of that dick!!!

I'm not sure I understand the question. Much of the confusion and angst that many go through when faced with uncertainty about their sexual orientation comes about because we aren't given a choice about same-sex desire - we don't choose to be homosexual or bisexual, we're born that way. So I suppose what you're actually asking is, why do some of us choose to accept a role that has some level of demerit attached to it - that of the submissive/receptive male to other men. I've actually thought a lot about this lately, trying to characterize who and what I am in relation to other men. I start with the lowest common denominator by looking at models from the animal kingdom. In animal behaviors, males generally either compete equally for mating privilege with individual females, or in cases where a group of individuals is gathered for mutual benefit, a single males usually compete for the top position, with the victor exercising all reproductive privilege; the vanquished either sneak a fuck where they can get it (at their peril) or do without. In either case, the natural imperative - the definition of male success and desirability - is to be the one who inseminates. Males who do not inseminate do not because their traits have proven inferior to the one who does. Humans have come a long way from our animal beginnings, but we're still animals deep down inside, especially at the fucking level. There's still something about our bodies and our genes that remembers the Old Rules, that males who don't inseminate must be weak, must be un-masculine, must lack good genes for breeding. And if they're not male, then what are they? Female? That can't be - they have penises and testicles, and they belch, and are stupid and throw sticks at tigers. But you know, there are a few of them who not only don't inseminate - they actually let themselves be inseminated. They let the One Who Inseminates wipe out the last hint of their manhood by fucking them like females and putting his better seed inside their bodies. It's almost as if they're evolving backward - devolving into something lower than either man or woman, something that has no role except to satisfy the lusts of inseminators. And they are found by all the ones who could have been on Top, and are used for their new purpose, and everyone now knows what they are and what they're for, because everyone has to have a place and a function in the order of the world. Theirs is the lowest place. Thus, by stream-of-thought we arrive at why any of us might look up one day and realize that others around him see him in as a member of the lowest sexual circle of humanity, dignity lost, and possibly regret that status. But regret that he chose it? I doubt that any of us have chosen this. I know that when a more dominant male penetrates my body with his cock and begins his motions, it feels like 50,000 years of evolution was designed to lead up to that exact moment. If in his sexual fervor he mounts me just so from behind and bunches up his haunches for true reproductive fucking, and then pumps his semen into my male pussy, an ancient truth has been told again, and I have played my true part in that true story. How could I ever regret that? How could I ever get enough of that? How else could I ever be so complete as I am as a piece of warm flesh that satisfies the Males? I didn't select this, but I rejoice in it. If I am a fag, then I will be the best fag that I can be for as many Men as I can serve, and give thanks for every moment. The only regret I have is that there is no way that Men can tell, just by looking at me, what I am and how readily they have me at their service. I regret that they will always assume that I am selfishly consumed with my own hungers and not genuinely motivated by fulfilling their needs. But there's no help for that - fags are individuals, and each has his own reasons for what he does. My reply here applies only to me; I speak for no one else, but for me, this is how I am.

amazing, hope this is just a beginning of a few "massage tales"

Last weekend I was cruising BBRT without any luck and was just about to give up as my ad was just about to expire when I got a message from a man I’ve chatted with before but haven’t hooked up with yet. He said he had a five day load and wanted to bust before his roommate came back. I readily agreed to give him my ass and quickly cleaned out and drove to his place. When he opened the door I knew something was wrong straight away by the look on his face. He told me that his roommate had come home early and that if I wasn’t comfortable being bred with him there he would understand. I said that I was cool with it and we quickly went to his bedroom cutting through the living room where a light skinned black man in his thirties was watching tv. He was about six feet tall and built thick with a shaved head. He smiled at me and winked at my new FB. As soon as we entered his bedroom we stripped and I began sucking his dick. He was a little heavier than his pictures, but I like that in a guy so I was pretty happy sucking on his six to seven inches and was happy as it thickened up in my mouth. After a few minutes he pushed me back on his bed and began eating my hole and using his fingers to open me up. He then pulled me to the edge of the mattress and handed me a bottle of poppers as he lubed me up. After we both had a hit and my head was swimming he slowly inched his cock into my ass making me moan in pain and pleasure as his dickhead popped in and rubbed against my prostate. After a minute to get used to his girth he gave me another poppers hit and began pounding me hard. At one point I heard something by the door and turned to look only to see the roommate peaking in at us stroking a nice eight inches. I have to admit that it really turned me on and I began slamming my ass to meet his thrusts. He didn’t last too long after that. As he began panting and shaking, I told him to breed my faggot ass with his poz load and he couldn’t hold back any longer filling me up spurt after spurt of his cum. As he slid out of me I turned to the door and watched as the now completely naked roommate walked in with his very hard cock dripping with precum. “That was so hot. I couldn’t help but watch when I started hearing you two go at it. Is it cool if I take a turn?”, he asked. I really wanted to just say yes, but I didn’t want to mess up a new FB friendship so I looked at my breeder to gage his reaction. He smirked and said it was all good if he could watch. I pulled my legs back up giving him easy access to my battered cummy hole giving him the green light. He wasted no time shoving his very thick cock inside of me. I was really glad to have the previous load in me for lube because this dude was really thick. It took a few minutes and a couple more hits of poppers to completely relax but when I did the feeling was incredible. I have never felt so filled up before. He had some pretty good staying power and lasted a good thirty minutes before he announced that he was close. I changed positions bending over the side of the bed and begged him charge me up. We both took a long hit of poppers before he started deep fucking me. The combination of the poppers and his big head sliding against my prostate pushed me over the edge and came hands free. My ass squeezed tight pushing him over the edge as well and came inside me with a strangled roar. I now have both their numbers and I’m looking forward to playing with them both soon.