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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.

The radiant floor he was doing it's job and we were now both naked. I could barely take my eyes off Mike's gorgeous body. I pointed to where I kept my special lube for Mike to retrieve it. I reclined fully exposed in my sling, feet up in the stirrups. I loved the slight burn in my guts as his big farmer's finger penetrated and massaged my hole and inner lining. He motioned towards his coveralls, "I have a condom if you want. Something tells me you would rather I plunge in raw." "Your intuition read that right " I responded. "So of course you know I don't tolerate pull outs." "Oh man, this raw eight inches goes in you it ain't cumin out 'til my babies are deep in your gut!" "Babies eh?!", I queried. "You poz?" "No. I just meant sperm. Sorry if that disappoints." "Not at all,; but, let's stop talking and start fucking." With that he plunged in balls deep. I gasped out a cry begging for a moment to recover. Having taken a few deep breaths and a couple hits of poppers I nodded in readiness. It was a good thing I was ready, 'cause he pounded me like a deasel piston at full power. And, he kept it up for twenty unrelenting minutes. My groans and calls of delight just got louder and louder and more unrestrained. "Fuck yeah you brute! Ugh, fuuuuuuccck, shit! Don't stop man! Destroy my fuckin hairy hole with your big raw tool! God damn man, that naked cock feels so fuckin good! Yeah man! Pound my prostate into my chest!" "Fuuuuuuccck!" He was covered in sweat by now. It was dripping off his hairy chest onto mine and off his curly hair into my eyes. I didn't care. I just wanted this epic fuck to last forever. To soon he asked, "You ready man 'cause my balls are ready to explode!" I didn't have time to say, "Give it to me." I could feel his dick begin to pulse and spew spooge after spooge deep in my guts. "Fuck man!" I gasped. "That was awesome!" He took a deep breath, "Hey you fucker slut! I'm not done with you yet. There are at least two more loads where that came from." I could already feel his erection returning inside me. The next fuck was just as intense; but, the pace was slower and deliberate. During this he probed me with questions. "When was the last time you were bred?" (Two months ago.) Are you a total bottom? (With men.) So you have sex with women? (My wife and her girlfriends) Cool. Do you ever really fish in this hut? (Rarely) What party drugs do you like? (Most everything. I would love to do a slam sometime.) Fuckin A man! Ready for load two, 'cause here it is. Ugh, Augh, Fuuuuuuccck!" My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my cock erupted hands free shooting cum all over my torso, face, into my hair and one shot hit the hut wall behind me. By now it was dark outside and we were so overheated that we moved the next round outside. Mike railed me as I leaned against his tractor tire. With three quick pumps he unloaded within me with as much cum as the first orgasm. We quickly rushed back inside to get warm and sniff down a few more lines. The fourth fuck he took me doggy style on the cozy floor. As rope upon rope sprayed my insides we heard a snowmobile come to a stop beside my hut. With no knock the door opened and Stan found his naked son sprawled and gasping on my back with his raw cock still up my hole.

I feel like I was doing the Lord’s work tonight. You decide for yourself which one. 😇😈 Last fall, I had chatted up a guy on Grindr - super cute young Latin cub. He was a little hesitant about fucking raw, but he said he would. Then when he came over, he tried to slip on a rubber, so I threw him out. Tonight, I ran into him again on Grindr (new profile, no pic). He quickly told me who he was, and I tried to politely end the conversation. But he kept engaging, so I sensed an opening. We talked about me being on PrEP and just having had my checkup (which is all true). He still wouldn’t agree to fuck bare, but he asked for a blowjob. I decided to roll the dice because he is an adorable 20-year-old who was clearly horny. He came over quickly and was obviously nervous almost to the point of freaking out. We got naked and on the bed, and I went down on him. His cock is somewhere in the 5-6” range but super thick and with a huge foreskin overhang. There was so much extra skin. I told him I wanted a lot of nipple work, but he was way more interested in my ass. I abandoned any pretense of a blow job. He was on his knees on the bed. I got on all fours and stuck my hole a few inches from his dick, put my head down, and arched my back. He moaned and stroked himself. He asked if I had any toys, so i reached over and pulled a 6” dildo from my nightstand. He lubed it up along with my hole and was soon going to town on my ass. He asked if he could smack my ass, and I agreed. We were both moaning over all of this. He asked, “Baby, does that feel good?” I said, “Oh yeah! But your dick would feel so much better.” He stopped, and we went through the whole PrEP story again. I told him that I hadn’t been with anyone since I had my checkup in December (this was an exaggeration - but I had only been with two long term fuckbuddies - no random tricks). He pulled out the dildo and lubed up his cock. He slid inside a hole bare for the first time. His moan was intense. It was not an artful fuck. He struggled with pulling out from taking too long a stroke several times. He had a bad leg cramp at one point. He was distracted from trying to take pictures and video. And he was clearly teetering on the brink of a freak out over going bare the whole time. But the feeling of a raw fuck and my tight hole won out. After about 5-10 minutes, he shot his very first creampie inside me. Afterwards, he had a full blown freak out. I pulled up the negative HIV test on the hospital’s patient portal, and he calmed down. He even asked for a repeat. I got a boy’s first raw fuck and raw load tonight. Not bad for a fat old guy!

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.

Part 1 It was a regular Friday night my first summer home from college. The local bars were harder to get into than those near my campus, and I found myself being left outside while a few older friends were inside, despite trying to sneak through twice, and getting bitched at by the bouncer. So I wandered over to a friend’s house and hung out, sharing some wine with three girls. After about an hour and a half, I’d had my fill of the chatter and high pitched laughing. My mind kept wandering to men, and I was feeling really horny. REALLY horny! I’d been home 3 weeks, was missing my college friends, and most of all a couple of the guys who I’d played with during the school year. I definitely wasn’t a sexual superstar. In fact, I felt pretty awkward any time it happened. An upperclassman had taught me to bottom just before winter break, and when we returned for the spring semester, he and another friend had tried to help me get more comfortable with it. I enjoyed it, and knew I wanted more, but it always felt awkward and somewhat forced. I left my friend’s house and was driving toward home, not knowing what else to do. Maybe go back to the bar and try to slip in again. I had a slight buzz from the wine, and pulled over thinking over my options. I really wanted to get laid, in a bad, bad way. But where to go? I started thinking of places, and remembered there was an adult bookstore about 20 minutes away. I’d heard people talk about it — that there was some cruising going on, and most people called it “the last resort.” Guys had talked about it in a way that definitely made it sound like a place you didn’t want to be seen. I drove around a bit. Trying to talk myself out of going, but knowing I was really intrigued. I’d never been to one. I’d seen some porn online that was supposedly recorded in porn booths at one, but I’d never actually seen one myself. As I drove around, I got closer. I was on the main road in an older part of town where a bunch of stores had closed down and were empty. It was a long street with 4 or 5 traffic lights, and as I drove by the church on the street, I felt overwhelmingly guilty. I shouldn’t be going. But as I sat at the light outside the church, I could see about 3 blocks away a small glowing sign. That was it. I drove further, my chest feeling tight as I got closer, knowing I should turn off at the corner, and feeling ashamed when I didn’t. I pulled over about a block away, the single sign glowing on the block ahead. I could already make out the lettering “Adult Outlet.” I got out of the car, locked it, and started walking, and walked right by the door, hoping I could see inside. But all the windows were blacked out, the sign the only hint there was a store there. There were some cars along the street, but not many. I knew there was a parking lot out back, but I really didn’t want to be back in the darker alleys at this time of night, though I was tempted for the anonymity. But there wasn’t any traffic on the street, and I was a good half hour from home. I walked back past the door again and hesitated, my heart was pounding in my chest, and my eyes locked on the door. The night air was humid, but I felt a chill standing there in a tank top, shorts and flip flops. What if no one liked me? I was 19, and I had a trim body that I thought looked good with lean muscle, but I also looked really young still, and kinda nerdy. My hair was blonde with some ginger tinges, and I wasn’t really one to stand out in a crowd. I took a breath and walked in. The door chimed and my heart jumped. Inside was brightly lit, and the store had a lot of shelves everywhere. I walked around, trying to take it in and get my bearings. Lots and lots of DVDs, and some different toys. I ignored the products with women on them, and zoned in on stuff with the guys pictured on the boxes. I just got hornier. I looked around and thought maybe the stories weren’t true — there was no way people cruised in a place like this. And there were no booths, just shelves. I was about to leave when I heard the door chime again and another guy appeared out of nowhere, walking toward the front counter. There was a side hallway I hadn’t noticed, tucked behind a row of shelves. I walked that way nervously, and saw a long hallways lined with DVDs, and a doorway with a neon glow about halfway down. I started down the hallway when the clerk yelled at me, “You need to purchase a ticket, kiddo.” My heart stopped and I wanted to run. But I had to go back back toward the front desk anyway. I walked up, the other guy furnishing his purchase. He looked at me as he turned around, smiled, and headed toward the back again, disappearing into the neon glowing doorway. “You want a ticket?” I nodded. “ID?” I fumbled my ID, dropping it twice, and handy it a bit shakily to him. He looked it over, looked at me, and I immediately feared he knew me or recognized my name on the ID and knew my parents. He handed it back. “Twelve bucks. And you should probably buy some head cleaner.” “What?” He shook his head, pulled something out of the display case, and set a small bottle wrapped in bright yellow on the counter. “You should take a bottle of this, too. I think you’ll need it.” I had no idea what it was, or why I’d need it. “Ok.” He rang me out, I paid him, and headed out back, my flip flops scuffling on the floor. My heart was racing again as I reached that glowing door. There was a purple neon sign inside that was radiating the glow, and I stepped into what was otherwise darkness. It was weird this hallway was so dark since the store was brightly lit, but I walked in and turned to my left. There was a maze of hallways, four in total, I think. My eyes adjusted and I walked slowly, seeing rows of doors in each hallway with lights above the doors, some of them blazing bright red. I didn’t know what they lights meant. I wandered, hearing grunts and porn playing. I looked in a few of the booths, seeing a small video screen and controls. After a few minutes, I stepped into one and fumbled around with the controls, pulling up some gay porn after a few tries. I was surprised to find there was actually A LOT of gay porn on the channels. I stood there, closed the door, and started watching a few channels, flipping around the different scenes and settling on a couple young guys giving head. After a minute I pulled out my cock and slowly began stroking. I was rock hard. I finally noticed the windows on either side of the booth, and some switches at the top. I played around, and realized the switches raised and lowered a screen inside the window. Holy shit! I could see inside other booths! But both were empty. I zipped up and started walking around again, checking out the hallways, and wondered who else was here. I couldn’t be the only guy here — I’d seen the guy at the counter come back here. I walked one hallway over and saw more red lights glowing above the doorways. I tried a couple of the doors, but they were locked. There was one without a light, and I tried that — empty, but between two doors with the light going. I stepped inside. The two side windows were covered, so I unzipped my shorts, started stroking slowly to some porn. I heard a whirring sound almost immediately, and looked at one of the windows. I touch the button and the screen went up — turns out both people have to had to raise their screen. Right there on the other wise was another guy with his cock out, stroking it. It was a thick cock and a long shaft. He turned so I could see it well, and. I automatically followed his example. Holy shit! There’s a guy stroking on the other wise looking at my cock. He was wearing jeans and boots, which. Was all I could see of him, his jeans halfway down his thighs. He wagged his cock toward the window, and I did the same, feeling self-conscious and awkward, but feeling myself ay through it. I wondered what his cock felt like. He kinda bent over, and I instinctively pulled my cock back into my underwear a, uncertain what was happening. He looked under the curtain, checking me out, and stood up again. Then he zipped up and abruptly left. My heart sank. Rejected right away. I suddenly felt very awkward and out of place. Standing there half naked in the glow from the video screen, I felt demoralized and decided to leave. I started to pack up and turned to the door when it suddenly opened. In stepped the guy in jeans and boots. He was tall, about 6 feet to my 5’8”, and he was wearing a button door shirt that was opened and showing off muscled pecs and dark hair. He looked to be in his late 30s or early 40s, and instantly struck me as sexy. I had never been around older guys, just college guys from school. He gave off an energy that was confident and sexy. He looked at me, looking me up and down, and held an intense stare. He reached out and tweeted a nipple, which I recoiled a little bit because it hurt and no one had ever done that. He pulled out his cock again, and pushed his jeans down to his knees. I pushed my shorts down, and they easily fell to the floor with the weight of my phone and keys in them. He reached out and pulled off my tank top, then started rubbing my chest. “nice,” he said in a quiet tone. I did the same, enthralled by. The hardness of his pecs. I suddenly felt very small. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. He ran his hands up and down. My naked body. Oh my god, I was naked in a booth with a. Stranger touching me. It was awkward, but thrilling. A part of me started to pull back to bolt, but he held me firm. He reached down and massaged my ass. I melted a little, and an amazing shiver ran up my spine. He flexed his hips, and I felt his hard, smooth cock sliding across my abs. My breathing got weird, in a way. I’d not felt it before. I started panting a little. The heat coming off his body was alluring, and I could the stark difference between the air. Conditioned air that was blowing across my naked backside. “Turn around” he whispered.

Recently moved from the outback Australia to the coast and enjoying the offer of much more sex. Met up with a guy last Friday and there was such a connection. He loaded me up 3 times/3loads. 2 days ago, a cute guy dropped by and wanted to cum over my hole and push it back in on his way to the pub. He literally bent me over the end of the bed and went to town once he was in me and just stay in me and shot his load in me. Pulled pants up and left. He messaged me last night - been out drinking and edging - needed another go. This time stayed a little longer and enjoyed the fuck in different positions before seeding me - my last load. Not sure what the cause is, but I am so hyper sexual at the moment. I am jacking off like 6 times a day and insane for cock and cum all day lol So trying to organize a BB breeding party in Brisbane next month to take as much cum as is on offer to quench the thirst lol.

I have been to piles of sex events from CumUnions to Pig Week. One of my best performances was at a CumUnion at Folsom Street air weekend. I had 33 guys load me up. I have been heavily used like that at many CumUnions and even had a write up on here by another BZ member who watched me taking cock after cock in the sex club, including an 90+ minute stretch on the fuck bench where a lib guys were breeding me and he unloaded his own nut juice into me as well. The more you experience openly sexual environments like sex clubs and sex resorts, the more partners and breedings you'll enjoy.

i've been railing about this for a couple of years on twitter (so much so that TIM has blocked my old account) - but they def are loosing what made them so great. also, for me personally i hate the drug content/references. i don't like to see my bottoms so out of their mind there is no connection. and that's what made TIM so great back in the day - a real, honest, fuck connection between top and bottom. so much of it now is slam bam thank you maam. every time jesse o'toole was fucking someone, it was with so much intensity - you know he was so into and pushed his dick so deep when he came, his btm's were always in ecstasy. it's rare to see that now. and TIMFUCK - the videos are so hit and miss, for every great scene there are 10 lame ones (i unsubscribe and let the content re-build up, then subscribe again - often regretting it because the price isn't worth the sporadic and boring content). i miss when TIM was great.

Missing my sauna visits, where I could fuck many holes and let others squirt right inside me!

A guy hit me up on a different site asking to get together to suck me off. We exchanged a few messages, then he blocked me saying that he was too nervous his husband would find out. A few weeks go by and he hits me up again, saying that he still wants it, and we make plans to meet. The day we planned to get together he tells me that if I want to fuck him, i will have to bring a condom. I tell him it will have to be just oral, because I don't fuck with condoms. I am a bit disappointed but I head over. He starts sucking me off on the couch and huffing poppers, and within 5 minutes he asks me to follow him to the bedroom because he wants to feel my dick on his ass. Five more minutes go by and he asks me to grind his ass. I spit on his hole and slide my head in, raw. He starts moaning and to call me daddy. I fucked him hard, raw, using only spit for a good 20 minutes. I tell him I want to breed him, but he insists that I cum on his back because 'he is worried because he is not on Prep'. As I am getting closer i put the bottle of poppers under his nose and make him take a big huff. I pull out and shoot a rope of cum on his back, then quickly slide inside him again and shoot three long ropes of cum deep inside him. He is moaning the whole time, and he asks me to stay inside him as long as I can. He hit me up again yesterday asking me to get together in a week. I told him sure, but this time I will breed him ;-)

Its hard to explain. But in a matter of minutes, my fright had turned to eagerness. I was horny for their loads. Their toxic POZ loads. The fact that these guys systematically brought guys in, trained them to take cum, and then whored them out to all kind of men - it turned me on so hard. Sleazy, promiscous, horny, raunchy, dirty, verbal, dominant and rough were all quite fitting adjectives. And I loved it. Michael went down to my hole, eating it good and well, while Peter prepped me verbally for what was going to happen. "okay, slut. ready?" "Yes, sir", i responded. "you know, i always give a chance to regret... just in case...." he said, but it was obvious what my answer would be. "No sir, i want it." "okay, then. So, this is what we will do. Michael will breed you first. He probably comes quite quickly, and prefers to go quite rough. But he comes a lot. He has saved for days for you." IT was at this point i realised that I was hunted down, not just randomly picked up. They had really planned this. "Thats perfect with me. My hole is all yours now." I responded. "great, slut, just as it should. After Michael has shot his load inside you, I will go down there, lick and tease your hole. We want you to work that load down your gut again and pus it out in my mouth. I love to felch a hot load out an open ass, preferably toxic sperm. So when you push into my mouth I want it all, not just a portion. Everything. " "Oh, fuck. that sounds hot!" "When my mouth is full", Peter continued, "I will move up, and give it to you. Dont swallow, cause well use it well, all three of us. Ill push my huge hard cock inside you, and breed you while we kiss and make out with all that poz cum. I have good control of my cumming, so Ill use a long time on you. Then, in the end I will give you my POZ load too. And you will have toxic sperm in both mouth and ass. Our two toxic loads inside your body." Michael took a break from my hole, looked up on me and said "Fucking hell, lets do this!" And we did. ... _____

It can be difficult to set something like that up randomly, even through the “party” announcements on apps like BBRTS. The conventional wisdom is that you should expect only about 25% of the guys who say they’re going to come to actually show, so if you wanted 20 guys you’d have to round up 80 commitments - and that’s not going to happen. Your best bet starting out is to visit a bathhouse or sex club in a larger metro area, or a busy gay campground in the high season, or attend a very specialized event like Fickstuttenmart in Berlin, and try to put yourself in positions where you’ll get heavily used. If you’re lucky you might also find a Dominant Top interested in lining up guys to fuck you, but these men are very uncommon. More importantly, if you’ve just lost your virginity and just taken your first two or three cocks, then I have to tell you that you are nowhere near ready to take an all-night fucking by 20 men. Or ten. Or probably even four. I know it sounds hott and something deep inside you craves to be the object of the lust of so many men, but a gangbang is a violent, painful, brutal ordeal for any bottom, and the more Tops that are involved, the greater the likelihood that the use will become extreme. I’m a trained sexual service submissive. I’ve been gang-fucked by more than 30 men in a matter of hours. I’ve taken more than 20 cocks on multiple occasions. It took me a while to build up the endurance to do that, and I can only do it in part because my training involved a certain amount of sexual torture that conditioned me to accept discomfort. In a large gangbang situation, you’re in the control of a group of masculine, powerful men who are in their rut, and they are not going to stop if you suddenly decide you’ve had enough. And if that just makes it sound hotter, that’s proof that you’re not ready. There’s no need to rush - the world is full of cock, and the beautiful thing is that no matter how often it cums, it’s inevitably going to need to do it again, and soon. Take your time learning all the things a cock can do in your hole, and all the ways you can please a cock with your hole. Train yourself gradually to be the sexual athlete you aspire to be, so you can both avoid getting hurt, and enjoy the ride.

I got my last load this afternoon from a young guy who I've posted about before..... He bred me last night at 11pm and popped around again today.... I don't know what he looks like but is 26....he likes total anon and just wants to squirt spunk up me n go... He doesn't want rimmed or sucked...... Ive had approx 30 loads from him in past 6 months...... He is a heavy cummer..... I kept last nights load in me all night and today's load for 4 hours.... Hot.

So this happened at the Westide Club (bathhouse) in NYC. I was there looking to score a hot load up my cunt. But there was the usual dearth of fuckers on hand. So I ended up in a couple of small scenes. And when I finally concluded that I was not gonna get dicked, I stumbled over a very sweet piece of ass that actually excited me. He was laying ass up, door open, in his room. I slipped into the room and then slipped into him. He had a VERY nice cunt on him. The boy was a talented submissive bottom. I worked him nice and rough. Had him calling me Daddy, begging for my cock - the usual stuff boys like. I longdicked his pussy real nice and soon enough rewarded him with a fresh hot load. As I got off him, collecting my towel & keys, he turned over to reveal a MASSIVE cock. I’m talking 9 inches minimum, thick as your wrist, and ROCK HARD. ”FUCKING HELL?!” I exclaimed. He feigned shyness as said “Thank you, Daddy”, while opening the door; signaling me to go. “Oh, hell no”, I said as I shut the door and pushed him back down, face up on the bed this time. “What are you doing?”, he asked. “I’m not done with you, boy...I’m taking that cock”. ”Oh, I don’t top - thanks tho...” he began. A wicked grin crossed my face. “Because you’re a sub right...Daddy’s boy?”, I asked, moving in close to him - he nodded nervously in reply. “Well then, boy, think of this as Daddy fucking your cock with his cunt. Because that is exactly what I am going to do.” I straddled him, put a generous amount of lube on his turgid tool, took a helluva deep hit of poppers and proceeded to sit on his cock. It sank into me in one continuous, steady motion. I sat there, impaled - letting my cunt embrace the glory of a truly epic cock. “Please...”, he whined. I startled him up with a light slap. “Shut up, boy!”, I barked. “It’s Daddy’s turn to enjoy the ride”. And with that, I began cowboy riding that massive tool. He just lay there; eyes shut, jaw slack, head turned. I didn’t mind doing all the work. Hell, I end up doing most of the work when I bottom anyway. I absolutely devoured that fuckrod with my cunt until he delivered his reluctant load into me with a breathy whimper. “Now I’m done”, I exclaimed as I stood up from the monster on which I had impaled myself. “Aren’t you gonna say ‘Thank you, Daddy’?”, I asked for good measure. “Thank you, daddy”, he whispered followed by a hard swallow - unable to look at me. I laughed wickedly as I walked out towards the showers.

I’m vers and my husband is a bottom. I can’t think of the last time I fucked him and didn’t have my hole full of someone else’s load. Maybe 5-6 years

Going to be ass up in a Dallas motel taking loads Dec 1-2. Anon scene. Door unlocked, slide in, breed it, and leave it. BBRT tmt572

i question whether a cum dump ever "used up?"

This morning, one of my regular fuck boy Dwayne, came over. My own boy Drew and I were so fukkin horny, we hadn't cum for days. We were both buck naked and hard when Drew arrived. We both fucked his mouth while we decided who was first up. Dwayne lay face down on out bed with a pillow under his waist so his ass was in the air. Drew went first - he mounted Dwayne and went up him balls deep and pounded him. I love watching Drew's ass thrust while he fucks. I buried my face in Drew's crack and ate him out while he shot his load into Dwayne. My turn next. I mounted Dwayne and slid easily inside him. Drew's sperm felt so good on my shaft. I pumped Dwayne while Drew gripped my balls tight - I like that. I grunted and emptied my nut sack into Dwayne. I rimmed his ass and licked our loads from his hole. I then got to watch Dwayne breeding Drew. After 30 mins I seeded Drew, enjoying Dwayne's load in his hole.

I love how much sex you enjoy over 50,. Being around your age I find it heartwarming . I worry as I get closer to 60 than 50 that I'll be sidelined, although so far that hasn't happened .

^ This, basically. I might add that posting a topic asking us to aid and abet infidelity makes an assumption that we are all similarly morally compromised, which is kind of insulting.

One of the gay campgrounds in Michigan has a mud pit. Any time I've been there, there are always a steady stream of men coating each other or themselves--and getting off on it. Just like with piss--sometimes they are naked before they apply the mud--and sometimes they are fully dressed. I would do the totally covered in Crisco scene with a group of fisters in a heartbeat.

All the guys here are right...once you have a bare cock in your ass, you will never use a condom again...very much worth it. But be prepared for the consequences. I made my choice, now I'll never look back!

Plowing the bottom twink yet again. I had 6 text messages from him today asking for another night of hot m2m play. I said only if I can use you as my cum dump He wanted it so bad he said Anything you want. I just want to feel you plow into my hole again. Then he said he has never had someone bring him so close to blowing his load by plowing into him like I did. Enjoy the load's boy I am sure you will be back for more and I will be waiting to fill you again. As well as Lock your cock in chastity like I said I would and use you the way you said you fantasize about.

YES! this. all this.

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?

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!

Part V- Wrecking Mikey's Hole (1 of 2) Mikey was a top. He told me several times, very clearly, that he had tried being fucked and just hated it. Once, at the club, a guy had groped his ass and he had slapped the man’s hand. “Exit only, dude.” Not tonight. “She’s so tight,” Rob said, sweat glistening his grey chest furs as he sank deeper into Mikey. “Such a tight, hot wet hole.” Jerome was holding his cock inside Mikey’s mouth, and he took it out to hear from him. “How’s it going sweetie? You doing ok?” He feigned concern as he roughly pinched Mikey’s nipples. Spread in a sling, his holes filled with cock, smeared lipstick covering his face, Mikey looked every bit like a cheap whore. “Please, no more...” Jerome rubbed his shoulders. “Bruce, time for a break. Wardrobe change.” He grinned evilly at the cameraman. I watched as they gently took Mikey off the sling. Bill continued stroking my hole with his fingers while they stood Mikey up, Bruce never taking the camera off him. “How do you feel Mikey?” Bruce asked. Mikey looked dazed and confused, but he mumbled something that wasn’t audible. “Speak up, princess,” Jerome said. “How do you feel?” “I’m...” Mikey stumbled as he tried to hold himself up, his hands gripping the sling. “I think I’m a little buzzed...” Behind the camera, Bruce nodded. “Buzzed is right. Feeling thirsty?” Mikey nodded. Rob approached him and he jumped, scared the big daddy was going to fuck him again. Rob just laughed. “Relax, boy. I’m just giving you some gatorade.” He held a cup with GHB inside. “Drink up.” If Mikey could taste the G he didn’t show it as he drank it down happily. “I need to go home,” he said, once the drink was finished. “I need my clothes.” “Sure, sweetheart, sure,” Bruce said behind the camera, zooming in on Mikey’s face, which was now sprawled on the TV sets in the basement. “Jerome, do you have the whore’s clothes?” Jerome laughed and walked over to a pile of clothing in the corner. “I think I found just what you need, Mikey boy.” Bruce moved the camera over from Mikey’s sweat and cum drenched body to the clothes Jerome was holding up. It was a skimpy flannel microskirt. Jerome walked over and handed it to Mikey. At the same time, the basement door opened and three grungey men walked down the stairs, joining the party. They stood behind Bruce, and slipped their hands into their pants as they watched Mikey try to keep himself upright. “Put this on.” Jerome pushed the skirt in Mikey’s face. It was not a request, just a demand. Mikey stumbled as he reached out and grabbed the skirt, and started fidgeting to get it on. “Let me help you,” Jerome said, hiking the skirt up Mikey’s legs. “There we go.” Once the skirt was pulled up all the way, it was clear that it wasn’t even enough to cover Mikey’s ass. It seemed to accentuate his boyish stomach and abs. For a minute, Mikey emerged from his drug induced stupor and started to pull the skirt down. Jerome stopped him with a slap. “Not yet. Look at the camera.” Mikey looked into the camera, his eyes vacant, an absurd boywhore with cheap splattered lipstick and dressed in a fuck me miniskirt. “Turn around. Touch your toes,” Bruce said. Mikey hesitated for a minute, and Jerome slapped him. “Now bitch. Grab your ankles.” Mikey complied, turning around and reaching down and grabbing his ankles. The skirt lifted, revealing his aching hole for the crowd. “Now say, ‘Daddy fuck me.’” “No,” Mikey said, starting to stand back up. “This isn’t...” Jerome smacked his back. “Get back down bitch.” Mikey complied. “Say, ‘Daddy, fuck me,’” Bruce repeated “Daddy, fuck me.” Mikey whispered. That was enough for the man closest to him. He unzipped his pants as he walked towards Mikey’s shaking body, and started pawing the boy’s ass cheeks. He pulled out a gigantic cock, that had to be around ten inches. “I’m pretty big, darlin’,” the man said. “You sure you want this dick in you?” “He’s sure,” Jerome said, stroking Mikey’s back before he could answer for himself. The man nodded, spat on his dick, and started rubbing it around the hole. Mikey started moaning again, but his hands were locked on his ankles. “Name’s Dan kid, but you can call me daddy,” the man said, smiling down at Mikey. “I always like it when my girls call me daddy.” He knelt down and started licking Mikey’s asshole, his beard scraping at the boy’s naked flesh as he held the skirt up, exposing Mikey’s most intimate area to the light of Bruce’s camera. He turned towards Bruce. “I always eat before I fuck. Seems polite.” Grinning, he turned back and started eating out Mikey, who was moaning and enjoying the sensation. Jerome was leaning down and talking directly into Mike’s face. “What’s that man doing, honey?” Bruce came over and shoved the camera right in the boy’s face. Mikey moaned, enjoying the man’s tongue assault on his hole. “He’s...rimming me,” Mikey finally said. “But what’s he eating, princess?” Bruce asked, stroking the boy’s hair. “My assh-“ Before Mikey could finish, Jerome slapped him. Mikey’s eyes widened, shocked by the slap. “Wrong answer, slut. What’s he eating?” “My pussy?” Mikey said, eyes rolled up at Jerome expectantly, not sure if he was going to be slapped again. “That’s right, slut. He’s eating your pussy. And what’s a pussy for?” Jerome looked over at me and winked, stroking his cock. “Fucking,” Mikey said, closing his eyes. Dan kept at Mikey’s backside for about five minutes, swirling his tongue around and inside the boy’s pussy. Once he finished his meal, he rose. “I want him on his back, looking at me.” Jerome pulled Mikey down to the ground, then twisted him so that he was in missionary position, holding his legs open wide for Dan’s impending assault. As the man’s large cock poked at his entrance, teasing him, Mikey looked away, but Dan was having none of it. He gently but forcefully turned Mikey’s face until he was looking directly at Dan’s face. “Such a pretty boy,” Dan said, easing his cock into Mikey’s pussy, gripping his dick underneath the cumslut’s skirt. “With such a pretty, tight pussy,” he said finally, as he sank into him. Mikey, defeated, finally surrendered, and when Jerome let go of his legs he curled them around Dan’s large, overpowering body, drawing the older man in closer. “Fuck me daddy,” Mikey whispered. “With pleasure,” Dan said, and started power fucking the boy, taking his dick completely out and slamming it back in repeatedly. Mikey started babbling, screaming “Fuck me!” repeatedly as Dan pistoned in and out of his newly busted cherry. Bruce took a minute to lean the camera into Mikey’s face, where Jerome was busy feeding the boy his dick to suck on as his boy hole was violated by Dan. “You having fun Mikey?” Bruce asked, the camera hovering right above the boy’s face. Mikey simply moaned, muffled by the cock. Bruce laughed. “This is just the start, bitch. You’re gonna take every dick in this house, and then we’re gonna auction you off for the highest bidder at the Eagle. You’re gonna get so fucked you won’t know what’s hit you, fucking whore.” He laughed again, then slapped Mikey’s face for emphasis. Dan started grunting loudly, and finished inside Mikey’s now pussy. When he was done coming, he slapped Mikey’s face, playfully. “Good girl. Who’s next?” He stood up, letting the next man in line take his place. Bruce moved the camera to the boy’s hole, showing the cum leaking out with Dan’s dick. “Bidding starts at $2,” Bruce announced, seemingly to no one. Bill stopped fingering my hole and leaned in, whispering in my ear. “Aren’t you glad you’re spoken for? No need to audition like your friend here. Get me hard, princess.” Bill pushed my head down until I was gagging on his dick. Once he was completely hard he tossed me aside, and took his place next in line to rape Mikey’s pussy. I fell asleep, but it wasn’t long before I woke up to Bill’s cum and ass juice covered cock. “Clean it whore,” he said, guiding my mouth over his dick. As I sucked and licked, I looked over and saw Jerome savagely taking Mikey doggy style, one hand holding his skirt up while the other was alternating between pulling Mikey’s hair and holding his head up, then shoving it back down onto Bruce’s cock when he wanted to slap the now red asscheeks. I don’t know how many men were there. Maybe a dozen. By the time the night was over, Mikey had been fucked by every one of them. Bill, true to his word, saved me for himself. Without a word, as the night was nearing its end, he turned me over and fucked me one last time, depositing another load in me.

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...

Something every good chaser should have! It's a necklace I got from Amazon. LOL, why do I do these things.

No. You didn’t deserve that. I know that when something that horrible happens there can be a great need to try to find some way to make a chaotic, random, brutal act of violence make sense, and one explanation that offers itself in the absence of any other reason is that the victim is himself the cause. But that’s not the truth. Nor is it true that you ultimately deserve to be punished or destroyed for living life as a gay man. I hope for you that you will be able to eventually see the terrible thing done to you as just that - something that affected you from outside, not from within yourself. I hope you will be able to heal from it, and then leave it behind you, and live fully and richly. And if that includes wearing a thong on the beach, then more power to you.

Hey @TwinkSlut24. I can totally identify. Sounds like you’re a bottom slut in the making, and if that’s what you want, I’ve no doubt you’ll get there. But like the others have said, it should be a positive experience. And to ensure that, you need to build up to it. I’m ten years older than you, judging by your username anyway. This is what I started doing a few years ago: go to a sauna (bath house), cruise bar, or organised gay sex party in a club. And slut it up as much as you like. Be the sexy little twink hole you want to be, and let any and all men who want a piece of your ass have it. Some things that worked for me: walk up to a bunch of guys, drop to your knees, and start sucking. In a cruise bar, full of semi clothed tops, wear a jock and nothing else. In a sauna, wear the towel so it covers your cock and have you ass on display. Take raw cock in full view of whoever wants to watch. If a guy is fucking you, and you want another, make eyes at him till he sticks his cock down your throat. Be the little twink whore that you are. You will get lots of attention simply by virtue of your age and sluttiness, and you’ll love it. Whats the difference between this and a gangbang? You still have control of this situation, if you want it. If it becomes too much, you can get up and walk away, and the tops will quickly move on to someone else. I’m a 100% submissive bottom. I get off on lack of control and having all manner of things done to me sexually. I always had this mindset. So if that’s you too, I get it, I really do. But even a sub has limits, and it’s going to take time for you to figure out what yours are. Don’t jump in at the deep end and end up ruining sex for yourself. Work up to it, and enjoy the journey. It’s a really pleasant journey, done right 🤗

In my very young days, I consented to find tops for a good looking guy who wanted a gang bang. And I stupidly did it before I met him and fucked him to know how/if he could take it. Well, I got the men together and the bottom tapped out after 10 minutes of five men fucking him in rotation. The tops were furious--until the the one vers man in the group jumped in the sling and took us all on. It was all in the bottom's head--with no real experience. @Eroswired is absolutely right. Go to a venue (when they re-open) and try to be the load collector for the night in a public sling. See how your hole holds up. Repeat and keep going back. And maybe then start planning your own party.

I enjoy the rush of being a cheating husband. In Atlanta or traveling. Sliding my cock into another's hole and unloading gives quite a rush.

Speaking as someone who has been there, you need to accept that bottoming bareback without PrEP is for all intents and purposes bugchasing. If you go bareback with one guy, you are going to be sorely tempted to go bare with the next one because it honestly feels that much better. I went from total condom nazi to letting one guy talk me into it (with the help of lots of poppers) to begging every top to fuck me bare within 3 months, and this was around 1990 when HIV was still pretty much a death sentence. I was totally bareback-only by 1995. I have no clue how I made it until PrEP came out without getting pozzed. Somewhere along the line I realized I was an actual bugchaser. Then I met a guy, and we were monogamous for a long while. When we opened up our relationship even though we both knew it was risky, we went right back to barebacking the way we both had been before we met. Even though he truly loved me (he passed away last year), he still got off on lining guys up to breed me even though we both knew the next guy could have been poz either unknowingly or actively stealthing. We even did that at the bathhouse a few times on trips to big cities. Is it possible to take bare loads and not get pozzed? Yes, but you cannot count on it. Does taking a bare load from one guy you trust make you more likely to take the next one bare? Yes, it almost always does. Does bareback feel good enough that guys will risk their health fuck after fuck for years? Absolutely, you need to decide if you want to be one of those guys.

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

Yes! i was only fortunate enough to be allowed to join one man and his son in my life. It was quite and experience.

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

6. Jay I was empty. Rod had pulled his cock out of me. I had barely kept it together when he had been fucking me, and I was learning that the alternative, not being fucked, was even worse. The only thing that made it bearable was that Rod had cum in me. In the heat and passion of getting fucked, I hadn't even noticed him cum. But as I took my first hesitant steps, I could feel his seed slosh within me. It felt good, to have a man like Rod fuck me. It felt even better to have his load inside of me. "I'm sure you can get more," Rod said. "You've got a great ass." "Thanks," I said, a bit embarrassed. I had played around a bit with girls, but somehow, it had never felt quite right. But this, now, this was totally different. It felt natural to have another man's cock in my ass. It felt right. Now that Rod had pulled out of me, I was empty. All I could think about was how to get him back inside of me. It didn't even have to be Rod. I wanted a dick in my hole. Any dick. "It felt good. Really good." "I'm sure it did," Rod said. "You want to join the party?" He motioned to the balcony door. The lights in the hotel room were dim now, but I could make out some of the men inside. There seemed to be more men, some on the couches, some still standing. All of them were wearing less clothes than before. "Sure," I said. I went to where my clothes were piled up. "Don't worry about those," Rod said. "You won't need them. Besides, you look better naked." I blushed, and followed Rod to the door. He hadn't bothered with clothes either. There was an economy of motion with him; no motion was superfluous. It had been the same when he had been fucking me. Every movement had been done with his pleasure in mind; now, in walking, every movement was done with intention. He paused for a moment at the door. "Ready?" he asked. "Of course." Even this close, it was still hard to make out exactly what was happening in the hotel room. Men were standing as to obscure what seemed like important activities going on in the room. "Should I not be?" "No," Rod said. He reached out and grabbed my ass. "You're more than prepared for this." He opened the door. There was a slight rush of air out, and I could feel the warmth against my skin. I inhaled; it was the scent of sweat and masculinity and a new scent, one that I immediately knew as sex and passion. It was like a locker room, crossed with an orgy. My dick responded immediately. "Welcome back," a man said. It took me a moment to recognize him as Aiden. "You're just in time." My head was still swimming in the electrifying scent of the room. I took a moment to survey the room. The lights were dim, and there was a haze in the room. I could smell a bit of weed, but not enough to account for the cloudiness. It made me think of an opium den; there was something dark occurring here, but I didn't know what it was. "Would hate to be late for this party," Rod said. Aiden had crossed over and was standing by me. He took my arm, and guided me deeper into the room. "I want you to meet someone," Aiden said, as he propelled me into the dark room. "He's been working for me for a while now. I think the two of you would get along well." Even if I didn't know where I was going in the dim room, Aiden did. We headed towards one of the far corners of the room. As we walked, looked around. On one of the couches, two of the men I had seen earlier were now naked, their legs spread wide. Two of the younger men were kneeling, their lips wrapped around the older men's cocks, giving them head. As we passed, one of the older men flicked a lighter. The intense blue flame barely illuminated his face as he heated up a glass bowl. But before I could see what happened next, Aiden gently pushed me along. "You'll find out soon enough," he said, in reference to the glass pipe I had seen. It was a little lighter in the corner than the rest of the room. There was a candle sitting on a table there, and it provided enough light to see the two men standing around it. One was a younger man, maybe just a bit older than me, and right about my height. He was wearing little more than underwear and a pair of sneakers. The other was a hulking black man. He was maybe only an inch taller, but he was far more muscular, and between the muscle and a pair of black leather boots, he seemed far bigger. He had on a pair of boxers. "This is Tucker," Aiden said, indicating the smaller white boy. "And this is Jay." "Nice to meet you, Jay," Tucker said. "And this is Damon." "Hey," Damon grunted. "Tucker, Jay is new here. He's just had a chance to get acquainted with Rod." "Heh," Damon snorted. "Acquainted." He knew exactly what Rod and I had done on the patio, and didn't care for Aiden's polite euphemism for our man-on-man fucking. "Maybe you can help him get to know Tina, and then see where she takes you?" "Hell yeah," Damon grunted again. It was hard not to stare at his perfect, dark body. There was hardly an ounce of body fat on him, and every muscle was visible under his taut skin. I glanced down quickly, but it was hard to tell what he was packing with the loose boxer briefs. I remembered my middle school days, where the rumor among the boys had been how hung the black boys at the school across town had been. I wondered if Damon would re-enforce the stereotype. "I can do that," Tucker said. He reached out and ran a hand down my back, coming to rest on one of my ass cheeks. He paused, just enough to remind me who was in control here. "It's gonna be fun," he continued. "Jay is gonna love it so much." I nodded in agreement. "Right on. I'll be back in a bit. Time for me to find some of my own trouble," Aiden said, and soon disappeared into the stand of men in the center of the room. It might have been my imagination, but more of them seemed naked than just a few seconds ago. I tried hard not to stare, but the thoughts of the hard cocks just a glance away were hard to resist. "This is your first time here?" Tucker asked me. I nodded, not wanting to admit just how naive I was. "That's cool. First time for everything. You partied before?" "Party?" I asked. It seemed like a strange to ask. "You know, Tina." He held up a glass pipe with a round bowl at one end. It was filled with small white crystals. It was the same kind of pipe I had seen the guy heat up earlier. "You'll love it," Tucker continued. He held a torch under the bowl; the crystals quickly melted and the bowl filled with a white vapor. "Just inhale, like you would a cigarette or a joint." He demonstrated it, draining the bowl several times. "Shotgun it," Damon said. He moved behind me, pressing his body against mine. His skin was hot, with just enough sweat for it to slide against me. Chills ran down my spine, directly to my dick. "Yeah," Tucker said. He pressed his lips against mine. "Inhale," Damon whispered into my ear. I did and as I did, Tucker exhaled his hit into my lungs. "Hold it," he said. Tucker made sure that I couldn't exhale by keeping his lips against mine. Tucker's tongue probed my mouth, as the shotgun turned into a long kiss. "Hold it," Damon continued. His dick was growing, pressing against my ass, and it felt massive. It was a rush of sensations, as I tried to hold my breath, even as I was desperate to exhale. "Feel it?" Damon asked. I nodded. "Good. Exhale." Tucker released his lips, and I exhaled. It was a thick white cloud that momentarily obscured his face. As I exhaled, I really started to feel it. It was a feeling of freedom and possibility, of happiness and potential. Barriers that I had erected for myself came down, and anything was possible. "Oh fuck," I moaned, and pressed back against Damon. I wanted to feel his dick, regardless of how big it was. I wanted his dick inside me, filling me up, and challenging the limits of my anatomy. "Yeah, you're feeling it," Damon said. "Another one?" I nodded. "Of course he wants more," Tucker said. "It's your turn now." He put the pipe in my mouth. "Let's do this one right," Damon said, and pushed down his boxers. I felt his dick nestle in my ass crack. It was a perfect home for it. "Make it a big one." I was scared of what I was getting myself into. Whatever the drug was in that pipe, it was powerful and quick-acting. I felt the warmth from it fill my entire body and infiltrate my brain. Even as I worried about the effects of the drug, my ass rubbed up against Damon's thick black cock, to get him as stiff as possible. I exhaled the last of the previous hit, to get my lungs as empty as possible for the next one. "Of course it's going to be a big one," Tucker said. "Just wait for the bowl to fill, then inhale slowly. He held the torch under the bowl. This close, it was easy to see the bowl fill with a thick white cloud. I waited, then Tucker nodded. I began to slowly inhale. I expected the smoke to be harsher, more like weed or cigarette smoke. But it was smooth and easy. "Not so fast. Give it time. Savor it," Tucker said. "Lots of time to have fun tonight," Damon said. He wrapped an arm around me, holding me tight. "I want you flying tonight." I kept my eye on the bowl, draining it on a regular basis. Finally, my lungs were full, and I nodded that I was satisfied. "Just a little more," Damon said. I thought my lungs were going to burst, but I did what Damon told me, inhaling two more gulps of the cloud. "Fucking hot," Tucker said. He took the pipe from my mouth and stuck it in his, sucking down on the thick clouds. "Now, hold it," Damon said. One arm was still wrapped around me, holding me. With his other, he put his hand over my mouth, and pinched my nose closed. "Hold it until I tell you." At first, it felt almost safe, to be under the control of a strong black man. But it didn't take long for my body to demand, selfishly, the right to breathe. I tried, but found such a simple thing was being denied. "You can breathe when I want you to," Damon said. "Come on," Tucker said. He exhaled his cloud in my face, taunting me with his ability to breath at his pleasure. "He's new at this." "I know," Damon said. "That's why I'm doing this." I was starting to get frantic, trying to breath, and was squirming in an effort to escape. But Damon's arm held me tight and his hand was unyielding. He leaned in and whispered to me. "Just think what it's going to be like when my cock is inside you." I shivered. His dick was now a steel shaft against my ass. It was hard to tell if he was leaking pre-cum, or if Rod's cum was starting to leak out of me. Either way, his dick was sliding up and down, pressing against my hole, and demanding entrance. The night had suddenly taken a brutally serious turn. Even worse, whatever I was smoking was keeping me from being scared. The shiver was less from fear and more from hungry anticipation. I was struggling, helplessly, for breath, and my cock was throbbing. "Fuck, this is going to be good," Damon whispered, as he finally released his grip on my face. I exhaled, and gasped for breath. "You want another hit?" Tucker asked me. I hadn't yet caught my breath but I wasn't in control of my body any longer. "Yeah," I said, my mouth answering for me. "I do." "Damn boy," Damon said. "You're a natural at this. We're gonna have to play a lot more." He reached down and stroked my dick. I thought I was going to explode as the sensations ricocheted across my body. "Give him what he needs." We repeated the process, every step of it. Tucker inserted the pipe into my mouth and held the torch. I inhaled big gulps of the white cloud, and then Damon put his hand back over my mouth and nose. Even though I knew it was coming and how it would feel, it was still impossible for me to suppress my instincts to fight back against Damon's actions. "Just relax," Damon said. "We're only just beginning." I tried my best, but whatever was in the pipe was making it hard for me to concentrate. My mind was constantly flitting in all sorts of directions, thinking about my throbbing cock, before turning to my hungry, needy hole, and then skittering off back to my dick. The only constant was Damon's strong hand cupped over my mouth and nose, the band around his ring finger pressed against my lip. As black spots started to cloud my vision, Damon relented. "My turn," he said to Tucker, and released his hold on me. I gasped for breath, as Damon took the pipe and torch from Tucker. He made no effort to move away from me; the flame was close enough that I could feel the heat against my cheek, and could hear him inhale the thick drug. "Big clouds, huh," Tucker said. Damon just nodded, focused on the pipe. He handed the pipe back to Tucker; the young man stuck the still-warm stem in his mouth and inhaled as he re-lit the torch. Damon held his hit for a long time before grabbing my jaw, twisting my head around, and exhaling his hit into my mouth. "Hold it, boy," he said. This time, at least, he let me decide when I had had too much. Still, I tried to hold it as long as I could, before exhaling. Damon was still pressed up against me, his dick still nestled in my crack. I found myself involuntarily grinding my ass against him, eager for him to put his penis into my ass. "Yeah, boy, I know you want it now." His body was warm against me, and for a brief moment, I was at peace. But then, his dick twitched and grew, and my hunger for cock returned. "But first, I think you need another chance to suck on the glass pipe As soon as he spoke, Tucker stuck the pipe back in my mouth and held the torch under it. It was still warm, and it didn't take long before it was smoking again. "Make it a big one," Damon said. He continued, somewhat ominously, "You're going to need it." "He can take it," Tucker said. Nevertheless, I did as I was told, and inhaled deeply from the pipe. I was starting to get the hang of it, and this time, I could feel the thick clouds collecting in my lungs. "Fuck, look at him. He's a fucking natural." "I know," Damon said. "You should feel how his hole is trying to gobble up my dick. He's a hungry little faggot." I tensed at the word "Faggot." It had always been the worst of the schoolyard taunts. I had managed to escape it for so long. But now, it was hardly calling me a name. I had kissed another man. I had let him fuck me up the ass. Now, barely ten minutes later, I was all but begging a totally different man to fuck me. It was hard to deny that "faggot" now fit me. He rubbed his cheek against my neck and ear. The stubble on his face was rough, like sandpaper. It was not the soft skin of a woman, but the bristly whiskers of a man, and despite how much had grown in on his cheeks, I knew if I asked, he would say he had shaven that morning. It reminded me how I just barely had scruff on my face, despite not shaving for nearly four weeks now. He was more of a man that I would ever be, and it was an honor to be his faggot. "Big hit for me, faggot boy," Damon said, as I started to slow down on the pipe. "Get your head up in the clouds." I nodded. I wanted to make him happy, and if that entailed sucking down more of this drug, I was more than willing to do it. Even though I thought I had filled my lungs full, I drained the bowl a few more times. "That's good, Damon said, just as my lungs reached their ultimate capacity. "This is going to be really good." "His first time is going to be one to remember," Tucker said. He took the pipe out of my mouth, and Damon immediately put his hand back over my mouth and nose. This time, his ring pressed against my lips. As the hit of the drugs started to wrap its influence around my brain, my mind once more jumped to wild thoughts and conclusions. I wondered if he was married, and if he was married, whether it was to a man or a woman. Damon must have been reading my mind. "Yeah," he said. "Feel that against your lips?" I nodded. "Yeah, that's my wedding ring. But you know why I come here?" I shook my head. I barely knew what "here" was. much less why these men had come together. "Love my wife. She's amazing. But you know, she isn't into all the things I like." I nodded; it was hard to follow the exact words, the air I needed to think had been displaced by the drugs. "And boys like you, well, boys like you let me do anything I fucking want." "Umpph," I managed to grunt, but only the slightest but of the cloud escaped. I had no prayer of getting more air, and I felt my strength gently sap away. Nevertheless, I wasted valuable energy rubbing my ass up against his cock. Damon's dick was thick and hard, warm with the blood flowing through it. I wanted to feel it inside me. I wanted to milk it dry, and get his load. "Oh yeah," Tucker said. He had just done his own hit, and his words were formed from clouds. "Stop teasing him and fuck him." "Ready for it?" Damon asked. He nodded my head up and down for me. "I knew you were." Tucker was fading out of my vision as I struggled against his grip. I didn't know what I wanted: to give in to the faggot that had been hiding deep inside me all those years? or to escape, and pretend that I hadn't seen who I really was. It was good that Damon was making these decisions for me. He could give me what I needed. "Of course he is," Tucker said. A part of me knew he was standing right in front of me, but I couldn't see him. I couldn't see anything beyond a few blurs, as the drugs took over. Damon's cockhead was now pressed against my hole. "Give it to him." Damon pressed into me. His hand over my mouth was perfect for the leverage he needed to press his manhood into my hole. I was glad that Rod had fucked me earlier; if Rod was just merely large, Damon's shaft was massive; at least an inch thicker around, and several inches longer. Damon didn't give me any chance to adjust, and just pressed himself all the way into me. "Oh fuck, faggot," Damon grunted. "That's the raw hole I need. Fuck you good, and give you my babies." I was impaled on his cock. He slammed in and out of me, each stroke reminding me how I was little more than a fuck-toy for the black man. He still had his hand over my mouth, and it was getting far harder to concentrate. I had already closed my eyes; looking just felt too hard. All that I focused on was Damon's dick, forcing its way into me. "Oh damn! You've got a load up there. Fucking nasty boy." "You better let the boy breathe," Tucker said. In the drug-filled haze, I wondered what would happen if Damon refused. Consciousness was already draining away from me and I didn't know how long I would be able to hold out. But, Damon had one small mercy, and released his grip on my nose. I exhaled as quickly as I could, the thick cloud enveloping my head. I quickly inhaled, terrified that Damon would take away the small privilege of breath away from me again. "Awww. But it feels so good. The way the faggot relaxes his hole. No resistance. Just pleasure." "For you," Tucker said. "What?" Damon sneered. "You think I'm worried about the whore? That's what he's here for. For me to use." "You don't want to break him." "I dunno. You remember last time." Tucker winced. He was remembering something, something he didn't want to remember. I wondered what that memory was. "I do. And I told you can't do it again." "To you," Damon said. His cock was sliding, long, agonizing strokes in and out of me. I was glad that Rod had cum in me; the lubrication from the cum was desperately needed. "I didn't say anything about our tweaker whore here." With that, he slapped my ass. It stung; the last time I had been spanked was when I was six, over twelve years ago. But this time, it wasn't about being a bad boy. It was about being a good boy. About making Damon feel good. Making him feel like a man. Making him feel like he could do anything he wanted. I wanted him to feel good, because that was the way I was going to get his load. Tucker leaned in towards me. "I know that face," he said, as he pressed his lips against mine. His tongue pressed into my mouth. It was far too easy to respond to his kiss. I relaxed. Damon had the experience to know what was coming next, and pushed his steel shaft even further into my body. "You head is way in the clouds," Tucker said. "It's a dangerous place to be." "It's the only place for him," Damon said. "I want to see the two of you share another hit." "Of course." Tucker said. He produced the now-familiar glass pipe, but this time he stuck it in his mouth. It was my first chance to watch him up close, and I stared at the solid blue flame as it heated the bowl. It wasn't long before the thick white clouds started to form. Tucker took long slow hits from the pipe, never letting the bowl completely empty. "That's how a boy hits the pipe," Damon said. "Watch and learn." I didn't have to be told. I was mesmerized by the sight. I wanted to see Tucker get high, just like me. I wanted to know how far he would go and if what his limits were. As I stared, Damon pushed his dick deep in me. He was forcing Rod's cum deeper into me, where it could burrow into my body and become a permanent part of me. I could hardly resist such an idea, and pushed back against Damon. His dick only got deeper in me. "That's it," Damon said. "Your turn," Tucker said, as he finally pulled the pipe out of his mouth. The pipe was hot and still smoking. Thick tendrils of the white cloud sunk down, taking seeming minutes before they dissipated, like the contrails of a high-flying jetliner. He leaned in again, and pressed his lips against mine. I knew what to expect, and had already emptied my lungs. Tucker paused. He closed his eyes and savored the sensation of the drug flooding into his body and taking over. When he opened his eyes, I could tell it was no longer quite the same person as before. He was hungry; he needed something that he didn't have. I understood his desire. I had Damon's cock in my ass. It was enough to take the edge off, but knew what he was feeling. "That's the Tucker I want," Damon said, seeing the same need in the young man's face. Tucker leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. He exhaled and filled my lungs with the thick clouds. As he did, Damon pressed even more of his cock into my hole. "All the way in," he said. I gasped; this was more than just filling me up like Rod's cock. This was practically splitting me in two, and I struggled to get comfortable. Unfortunately, my struggles only meant I sucked more of the cloud out of Tucker's lungs. "It's OK," Damon said. "I know it's a big one. But don't worry. You're doing better than Tucker did the first time." Tucker suddenly froze at the memory. "Yeah," Damon said. "First time I fucked him, he passed out when I stuck it all in. Didn't you, Tucker-boy?" Tucker only nodded. He kept his mouth against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, and prevented me from exhaling the hit. Damon pulled out, leaving just his fat cockhead in my hole. Tucker released his lip-lock on me at the same time, and involuntarily, I exhaled the hit. I shivered. I couldn't tell if it was from the drugs, from being suddenly empty of dick, or from fear of getting Damon's cock all the way back into me. "I'm sorry," Tucker said. "Your cock. It's big." "Oh, don't worry. I know it's big. It's OK. You just need more practice." Damon pushed his cock back into me. I gasped, but forced myself to take it. I didn't want to disappoint or demean Damon by rejecting his cock. He must have noticed, because he continued. "But Jay here, he's taking it like a faggot should." "Did you really pass out?" I asked. "Yeah," Tucker said. "And?" "And what?" Damon asked. "I continued fucking him. He's a faggot. That's what he's here for." Tucker nodded in silent agreement. "He did. When I came to, he was pounding my hole." He put the pipe in his mouth again. It was still smoking, but nevertheless he held the torch under it. As soon as the bowl started to smoke, he inhaled, pulling in deep gulps of the thick cloud. I wondered if he was trying to remember or trying to forget. However, I didn't have much of a chance to wonder. Damon had started slamming his dick in me, each stroke seemingly deeper and harder than the one before. I understood why Tucker had passed out; Damon was a machine, fucking me harder than I had even seen in porn. It didn't seem possible that I could withstand it and I silently prayed that he would let up. However, the prayers were for naught. After each stroke, he slammed back in, harder and more intense than before.

Here's a really hot story I found over on Gaydemon blog which has a decent story section you can search keywords to find stuff in I found this one searching for "bareback" warning if you're turned off by two brothers fucking do not read: http://www.gaydemon.com/stories/My_Gay_Younger_Brother_11080.html

Same here, it’s my number 1 kink. Female and FTMs are both equally top of the list for me. With men it’s mostly twinks I would attempt to ‘impregnate’

I will never forget the day that I doomed humanity. It started like any other day. I was on my way to work and like usual I stopped off at my local coffee bar and got myself a Cafe Mocha to go. As I was exiting a man came up to me and asked if I could give him a lift to the hospital. His wife had gone in to labor and he was on his way to join her for the birth of their first baby when his car broke down. I was somewhat in a hurry myself to get to work, but I just couldn't leave him there. I looked around to see if maybe there was a cab but no such luck. I looked him up and down and he looked ok. I mean he was in a nice suit and looked like a decent human being. So, I said sure. As I pulled away from the curb and back in to traffic he grabbed my wrist. I felt hot and kind of light headed, yet somehow I managed to keep driving. He told me to turn right at the next light. Try as I might I couldn't disobey him. I turned right. We drove down Marshall Ave. a few blocks and then he told me to turn left on Harbor St. Again, I didn't want to do this, but I had no choice. I turned left. After another few blocks he told me to pull over. We were in the old part of town that was mostly warehouses and old storefronts that were no longer in use. I stopped in front of this big warehouse. He told me to get out and I did. Never once did he let go of my wrist. I was still hot and dizzy, yet able to stand and walk. He got out on my side of the car and led me to a door in the side of the warehouse. After closing the door, we walked in to the warehouse a good ways. There on the floor was and old mattress. Suddenly his hand started to glow and I got incredibly hot, the room started spinning, blackness engulfed me. That was the last thing I remember until I woke. When I came too I found myself lying naked on the mattress. It was cool and I began to shiver. I wanted to get up but I couldn't. I couldn't move my arms or legs, yet they weren't bound. Then I saw him. He was standing there naked. He was a good 6" 2" tall and must have weighed 190 or so pounds. He had brown hair, green eyes and no hair on his body whatsoever. His cock was quite impressive as well; limp it was 9" long and a good 2" thick. He started walking closer. I found I could talk. I asked what he wanted. He said he wanted my body. I thought great I have been kidnapped by a fag that was probably going to rape me and then kill me. This freaked me out. I had only had sex once and that was with my girlfriend. I had never thought or ever dreamed about having sex with another man. Slowly he moved closer. He kneeled down on the mattress and crawled over to me. In no time he was straddling me. He bent down like he was going to kiss me. He opened his mouth and out whipped this long tongue. It must have been a good 20 inches long. It was all over my face and chest. I started to freak out, but I still couldn't move. What the hell was this guy? Humans don't have tongues like that. The tongue retreated back in to his mouth. He then brought his lips to mine and we kissed. It was a strange thing. His lips were very warm and moist and it was a tender loving kiss. Then he opened his mouth wider and covered not only my mouth by my nose as well. I started becoming light headed. I couldn't breath. Just as I was about to pass out I strange smell and taste filled my nose, mouth and lungs. The coming blackness receded and my mind cleared. Somehow he was breathing for me. Each time he inhaled I exhaled. Each time he exhaled I inhaled. Along with oxygen there was something else. It was a strange taste and smell one I thought I had smelled and tasted before, but I couldn't put my finger on it. The more I breathed in the stranger I began to feel. Over the next few minutes, I got hotter and my body started to go numb, I thought for sure he was poisoning me and I was going to die. My cock started getting hard and precum started oozing from my piss slit. Slowly he uncovered my mouth and nose and moved down to my crotch. He started sniffing my cock and balls all the time he was growling, my god I thought through the fog and numbness in my body and head he is in heat or something. Slowly he opened his mouth and that god-awful tongue came out. It flicked at my piss slit lapping up my precum. Then it started working its way down my piss hole. God the pain, it was like a red hot poker sliding in to my cock cooking it from the inside. Deeper and deeper his tongue went. The deeper he went the more pain I felt. I didn't know how long I would be able to take it before I passed out. Always on the verge of passing out, yet never able to, slowly his tongue burrowed ever deeper in to my cock. I could feel it worming around inside of me. I began to panic more, but still I couldn't move. My arms and my legs just wouldn't respond to what I wanted to do. I was yelling at them with my mind, but they wouldn't listen. It took him a good five minutes to work half of his tongue in to my cock. He paused for a minute and looked up at me. Then he continued on. Slowly deeper and deeper he went, the pain grew worse with every centimeter, and then there was sharp pain in my balls. Then a fire spread throughout them. My god his tongue was in my nuts. I began to shake the pain was so bad. All the time I could feel his tongue moving around inside me. By this time he had his lips to my cock head. He opened his mouth and kept right on working down my shaft. In less than a minute he had his tongue all the way in me, the end of his tongue buried in my nuts, my cock was now lodged down his throat. Slowly he began to suck. The pain was slowly replaced with an intense pleasure. It was a cross of needing to pee, coming and a dull pain in my balls. The intensity built, I could tell I was going to shoot, but how. Then an intense orgasm moved through my balls, up my cock and in to his mouth. I was coming, but his tongue was acting like a straw. As he siphoned the come from my balls and intense fire spread from my cock to my nuts. He was filling them up with something. My balls began to grow heavy and sag in their sack. Between the seemingly never-ending orgasm, the now dull pain and the drugging I couldn't stop shaking. Slowly my balls filled with his alien juice, the more he pumped in the larger they grew, the heavier they became and the lower the hung. I was so wrapped up in the feelings I was having, both the good and the bad that I didn't notice him raise his hand to my neck or the thin needle like talon sticking out. In one quick thrust the talon sunk in to my neck. I never felt a thing. Blackness fogged my vision; my last thought before slipping in to unconsciousness was the end is here. My life is over. Thank god! I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke my balls burned and I felt nauseous. I tried to look down and see what he had done to my cock and balls, but I still couldn't move. It was then that he came in to sight. He was still naked; he walked over to me and kneeled down on the mattress. He put he hand on my forehead. "I am sorry my pet for the pain, but it was necessary. If I hadn't anesthetized you before hand the pain would have been far worse. You are running a fewer now, but it should break soon." "What did you do to me?" "Oh, my pet I did something wonderful to you. From now on every time you come, you will shoot my alien seed. My seed will transform anyone you have sex with. It will change them like I changed you. Then your world will be ours!" "Why? If you had to do all of this to me how can changing others to be like be so easy for me?" "Simple my pet, my seed that you will spread has now been adapted to human physiology. Now it can transform you species with ease. Until I changed you my seed would have been ineffective if I had just spewed in your ass. But, now it can transform humans simply by being introduced in to their body. For males it will alter their testicles, for women it will alter their ovaries." "You have one problem, you alien piece of shit. There is no way I would fuck anyone now!" "Now, now my pet, soon you will change you mind. When I am done with you, you won't be able to plant enough seed. You will be like that man from one of your fables, the one that planted apple seeds." "Johnny Apple Seed?" "Yes, that is the one. You will be like a horny demented Johnny Apple Seed. Except instead of planting apples you will be planting the end of your species as you know them." "Fuck you, FUCK YOU! You son of bitch! FUCK YOU!" "No my pet, fuck you!" With a low growl he slowly began to raise my legs up to my shoulders. I could feel him position his cock against my hole, then I felt him shudder and a burning sensation spread over my asshole and asscrack. A gland on his cock had just sprayed a lubricant all over my asshole. Slowly he pressed his cock in to my hole. Every few seconds I felt him shudder and more of his lube was released coating my insides making it easier for him to penetrate my tight virgin opening. In just a few seconds he was balls deep in me. I tried to get away, but still I couldn't move. I was at his mercy and he was going to fuck me. He leaned down and once again covered my nose and mouth with his mouth. Again, my lungs filled with his anesthetizing gas, but this time it was different. I became hot and light headed. His cock was starting to feel good inside me, really good. In minutes I was filled with so much lust that I would have rode a fence post, splinters and all. At first he didn't move. Our eyes locked on one another, I became lost in his green eyes. It was like I was in another world. Slowly he pulled out and then pushed back in. With each thrust of his powerful cock my mind soared higher. In and out he pumped his massive cock. Every few seconds more lube was released. My hole was so warm and slick with his goo it was like sliding on ice, his now massive 14" cock was burrowing deep in to my guts with each inward thrust, sending me higher and higher. He began to grunt and pound my ass harder. I could feel ever vein in his monstrous cock as it massaged my rectum. My mind screamed no by my ass, cock and balls screamed more, more, more. Between the gas and his cock sliding in and out of my guts I thought I was going to die from pleasure. Then with one final plunge he began to shudder, and then warmth filled my belly as his seed gushed in to my guts. He just lay on top of me with his cock buried balls deep in to me spewing his alien seed.. His balls rested against my ass crack and I could feel them contract and expand with each gush of alien cream. First a minute passed and still he came, then five minutes passed and still he kept coming. Then ten, twenty, thirty minutes passed and still more alien spew filled my guts. I could feel my belly grow and harden as I received an alien come enema. As he spewed his seed in to me I drowned in his green eyes. Slowly the hate I felt for him was replaced with love and a desire to please him. Finally after I don't know how long he pulled out. He moved my legs back down on to the mattress, I could see my belly it was hard and extremely extended. He moved up by my head and lovely caressed my cheek. "When your body is done absorbing my seed, you will be ours. You will go free to spread our seed to your people. Within a year the human race as you know it will be no more." I wanted to cry, but just couldn't get upset enough to do it. I know I should be upset at what was happening, what had happened and what I was going to do. But, somehow it seemed like the best thing that ever happened to me. As I lay there on the mattress over the next few ours my body absorbed the alien come in my belly. Slowly my belly reduced in size, the smaller it became the hornier I grew. The more I wanted to fuck and the more in love with my alien captor I became. After three hours my belly was back to normal, I was his and had one thing on my mind. To spread his - our seed, to change all of man kind, to please my master, my alien master and captor, he moved over next to me and lay down. He waved his hand over my body and with that I could move. I moved over next to him and nestled my head in his chest. Soon we were both asleep. The invasion of Earth could wait until morning. The next morning I woke up to find him still asleep next to me, for the first time in my life I had a morning hardon. I began rubbing my hands over his body and slowly moved my way to his ass cheeks. They were so firm, round, and perfect I moved them apart and slowly inserted my hard cock in to his hole. It was like it knew what I wanted and it opened to allow me easy entrance. I felt a strange feeling in my cock and then a wonderful tingling in my cock head. I knew then that I had just sprayed my first bit of alien lube. With his hole now slick and open to me I had no trouble sinking my cock in to him. I heard him sigh and I did too. Over the next 15 minutes I pumped in and out of his ass. With the constant release of lube his hole was super slick and my cock moved in and out of him like it was how it was meant to be. It felt so right, I was so in love I would do anything for him. I would kill myself if it made him happy. With one final thrust, my nuts released their now alien seed. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before, my orgasm wasn't just in my cock and balls it traveled up my spine and to my brain. I screamed out in ecstasy as my cock continued to spew in my alien lover's hole. When it was done I pulled out of him and wrapped my arms around him and started suckling on his nipples for my morning breakfast. After eating I got dressed and set out in to the city looking for other humans. It took less than a year and the entire population of Earth was transformed. Humans no longer bred among themselves instead they waited for the arrival of our alien masters. Then we would begin breeding. After my job was finished I returned to my alien lover. We left Earth soon after the arrival of his - our people. Our job - to go forth in the galaxy, find new worlds to transform. But, that is another story.

Watching O'Toole fuck and then seed the bottom in Plowed, and then watch the threeway where they double fuck the bottom later on in that movie was mind-blowing. Not to mention the scene from Knocked Up where the anonymous guy with the huge pecs steps up, fucks the guy in the sling, and cums inside all the while another guy is massaging him from behind.... That was the pinnacle of what TIM was about.

I'm Bi, I can't tell you how much impregnation is a turn on for me. I absolutely love spreading a dumb bitch's legs and fucking them until I breed them- men or women.

It was a tattoo. And I knew perfectly well what it meant. He was POZ. I had seen the tattoo many times in porn, but never in real life. And now I had my face up a muscular black man's ass, rimming him deep as his boyfriend commanded me to do. What could I do? I wanted to become a cumdump, and to follow through the plan i had put together with Michael, but the possibility of getting pozzed had never crossed my mind. I know it sounds stupid - being a cumdump, especially a no loads refused cumdump means a lot of risk. But I honestly had not considered it. Now I fas face down in this ass, just a few inches away from the mark of this risk. nd why does guys take a tattoo, broadcasting their status? Only reason i could think of was pride. This man was incredibly hot. Muscular as hell, black beautiful skin, huge amazing cock - I could imagine him being popular at parties. Both as top and bottom. And after many years as a popular guy in the gay sex scene, he would eventually catch the bug. And to show that he had reached the ultimate level of sex, he tattooed it above his hole. Guys seing this tattoo wouldnt think of the virus, they would think of the sleazy, horny, muacular, piggy, verbal, cum-hungry, deep-fucking man standing in front of them. The tattoo is an immediate sign of pigginess, which i of course attractive to other pigs. So I was weirdly turned on by the tattoo, just wondering how many cocks had been inside this hole I was rimming. How many loads had been shot deep inside it? And how many assholes had his huge cock penetrated? How many men had it unloaded in? How many times had it been inside a guy together with another cock, DP-ing? or with a fist? The obvious answer to these questions were high numbers, ant it made me fucking horny. I really enjoyed eating his ass. Michael had noticed that I had noticed the tattoo. "Oh, yeah. Did I not tell? Peter is POZ. You know what that means?" he asked me. "Yes, sir, I do. He is a sleazy pig." "Thats right. This sleazy pig introduced me to the game of breeding back in the days when I was in my early twenties. He made me love cock, love cum and love to pass on my own cum." He said, leaning in and kissing Peter. "And Michael was a good student. He learned quickly how to please a top, and how to use a bottom well and thorough." Peter added. THey were making out, sending horny grins my way. Peter continued: "Well, and now its your turn. Later tonight you will get both our loads, Michael and mine. Theyre both POZ, so dont worry, you will have lot of toxic cum inside you." "I promise, the verbal action Peter will have with you when he comes will make you want it so much. He is a true master of verbal breeding. He has met Damien Silver more than once, you know the porn star?" Michael asked me. "No, sir, i dont know him. Sorry." I had to admit.. "okay, youve really missed out on something. Ill show you sometime. Anyway, Peter and Damien both are amazing at both begging for cum, and making guys do it. Its fantastic to have them breed your hole" I was already forgetting about the whole poz thing. Their faces when they talked, their stunning bodies, their horny grins - it all just made me want to stay there, get bred and have their loads. And eventually learn to serve even more guys. We continued swapping between different positions, and Michael and Peter took turns using my hole. They fucked me with blindfold, with heavy EDM on headphones on my ears, bound to the bed, and used toys. They really worked their way through different possible scenarios that men could wish for when using a whore. After many hours Michael looked deep into my eyes: "Well, feeling like a slut, boy?" "Yes, sir. I wanna be your slut. I wanna be Peter's slut. I wanna be everyone's slut." "Thats great! That means you've reached next lever of sleazy sex." Peter responded. "Ready for our toxic loads?" _____

Lots of patience and experience, my dear boy. I didn't get properly gang banged for the first time until my late 30's. It may not take you that long, but your fantasies are getting the best of you. You honestly need more experience - one on one to start with and slowly work yourself up to more. If you're only just losing your virginity, you haven't fully experienced just how varied tops can be. You need to try out different sizes, ages, fucking styles, and so forth in a comfortable setting with no pressure. As @ErosWired correctly states, once your in the moment of being at a gang bang, it's far too late to determine you're in over your head - you're completely at the mercy of the tops who are there, and they won't tolerate having organised a whole group of guys just to have you decide you've had enough after 2 or 3 men.

Because it's dishonorable to lie? Because it's a shit move to do? Good to know you get off on "cheating". I hope your employer is ripping you off on your wages and overtime, because he's cheating you and that should make you happy, right? Cheating is not a victimless act. If your partner was OK with you running around behind his back, that would be one thing - but I suspect you wouldn't be turned on by that. So as long as you're okay with people shitting on you - maybe some thieves need to pay a visit to your vehicle and go stereo shopping, or just bust out all your windows because that's what "gets them off" - I suppose it's okay for you to do it to others. <turning off sarcasm filter>

I actively hunt black cock bottoms. They are easy to find in ATL

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I was 8 when my uncle had me suck his dick. That went on for about a year until we moved. From 8 on, I had sex with my uncle, neighbor kids, a guy on a Greyhound bus had me jerk him off when I was 10, my brother-in-law started fucking me when I was 12. There were quite a few others. I only wish I started younger.