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Part 2 I froze. What did he say? His hands moved to my shoulders and he firmly turned me around, and immediately my mind snapped, “What the fuck are you doing?” But those words never came out of my mouth. The part of me that was naked in this small booth with a sexy stranger that wanted to touch me needed to do I. Instead I felt his warm body pressed up against my back, and I fell forward a little awkwardly, catching myself on the metal wall with a thud. “Not too loud,” he said. “Generally they leave us alone, but you never know who’s around.” He placed his hands on my shoulders and massaged them. “Damn you’re uptight.” He massaged a little deeper now. “Just relax. It’s all good.” His voice was strong, even though he was talking softly, and I felt oddly reassured. His body pressed closer, and I felt his cock against the small of my back. The tiny room started feeling stuffy, and my head was a little light. But I’d didn’t know what to do. I should leave. I should leave now. I started to push off the wall, but his warm body held me there. “Just relax. This is what you want..” He bent his knees and his cock became pushing across my ass. There was a thrill that went through me then — his hard cock felt so warm, the skin brushing against mine. His hands started doing something behind my back, and then he pressed something under my nose. It smelled awful, like cleaner. I looked down and saw the same yellow yellow that the guy out front sold me. “Relax, bud. Just take a hit. It’ll do you good.” My head felt a little swimmy inhaling the stuff, and I turned away. He lifted it to his own nose and inhaled, pinching off one nostril. He seemed to relish it. He pressed it under my nose. “Your turn. Just inhale for 3 seconds. That’s it. Hold it in. Three. Two. One. Now exhale.” What happened next was like fireworks inside my body. I felt a warmth flood from my head down to my toes, almost like a wave rolling. Down my naked body. The room seemed to get really dim, and I thought maybe I was falling over, but I wasn’t really. My body felt amazing, and I was suddenly so incredibly horny. He was starting to grind against my back and ass, and it felt amazing. I suddenly wanted more, and felt super sexy with this guy’s exposed body against mine. He pulled my hips back, then pressed a hand between my shoulder blades. My. Body automatically rolled his guidance, and I repositioned my feet for better balance, bracing my arms against the glass of one of the windows. The floor was cold and felt sticky on my feet, but I didn’t care. He was fingering my hole, and I let out a soft groan. His fingers felt slick as he probed me gently. “”That’s it, baby. Just enjoy it. This is what you came here for.” Was it? Is this what I came here for?? I was totally naked in a scuzzy booth, my nice sexy Friday-night-out clothes tossed to the floor, and I didn’t even see my flip flops. I was a smart student and decent athlete, and now I was hidden away in some dark corner of town no one wants to be seen in, with my ass displayed for some stranger. Was this what I wanted? Was this the way it was supposed to play out? My mind couldn’t process it. It didn’t want to process it. The little bottle was suddenly under my nose again. “One more time, bud,” he said softly into my ear. This time I pinched off one nostril myself, like I saw him do before. “ That’’s it. Take a deep hit. Hold it. Hold it in. Now release it slowly.” I did as I was told, and that rush of desire washed over me again. I could feel my heart pounding and my body was craving to be touched. Sensing my need, he made his move. I suddenly felt the hard, firm pressure against my hole, and it opened with intense desire to be taken to have this guy inside me. I groaned as he started to slide. Inside. It was slick and smooth, so much easier than when I’d been fucked at school. It had never been this smooth and easy.. This time it was his turn to moan. “Fuuuuck, man! Your hole is so tight.” He grabbed my hips and began thrusting. I grunted each time he buried his cock inside me. I knew we were no longer being discreet in here. There was too much grunting, knocking against the plastic seat and metal walls, and the sound of his skin slapping against my bare ass. I felt his cock sliding in and out of me, and it felt amazing. How was it so smooth? My body was totally his to take, and I just wanted more of him inside me. “Fuck! You. Are. So hot!!”” He stuttered out as he slammed me. “Damn you love this raw cock in you!” “Yeah. I do,” I said between grunts, totally wrapped up in the amazing feeling. It didn’t matter where I was. I felt really sexy and he was a hot fucker. He started fucking me a bit harder. ”I’m not gonna last long.” Unexpectedly he wrapped a hand around my own cock, and my mind exploded. “Oh shit! I’m gonna cum!” I think I almost yelled it. “Yeah, cum with me!” He squeezed my cock and started pushing his cock really deep, holding it inside me, then repeating the deep thrust-and-hold again. My own dick erupted like a bottle rocket, and I started to see stars. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I was cumming like I had never shot before. My naked body spasmed with the intensity, and I pushed backward onto to thick cock to hold it inside me. He collapsed onto my back, resting his base chest against my smooth ass and back. We were both panting. The intense rush was fading, and I started thinking again. What do I do now? Are we supposed to kiss? I. have to give him my number. I need to do this again. ‘That was amazing,” I said. He stood up, separating our bodies, and gently slid out of my ass. “Yeah. That was hot, man.” He slapped my bare ass. “Thanks, bud.” I turned around and took his body again. Tall and nicely sculpted.. His hairy pecs looked so damned sexy framed in his open shirt. His cock was glistening in the dim light, long and thick. Fuck, that was just inside me! And then my brain caught up with me. I scanned the tiny room. There wasn’t a rubber or wrapper anywhere. He was pulling up his jeans, tucking his slick cock away. “I wish they kept paper towels in these rooms,” he said. “Did your use a rubber,” I asked. This time the words actually came out of my mouth. He shook his head. “You didn’t ask for one.” “You’re neg, right?” It was an automatic question. “You should ask that before you offer up your ass, bud.” He buttoned his shirt, then started to leave. “Thanks, bud. You were really hot.” “Can we connect again?” “I don’t come here a lot. But. You never know.” He opened the door and left. I was standing there naked, reality settling in. I was totally naked. The outfit I’d carefully picked out for the night was crumpled on the floor. I picked up my shirt and saw it was covered in jizz. I felt deflated. ?Some stranger had just shot his load inside me. I shouldn’t be excited by that. And I felt ashamed for being excited by the whole thing. Where did I lose control? What would my friends say? My family? I picked up my shorts and underwear. MY cock was still rock hard. Why was it hard? Didn’t it know what we had just done? I should be on a date with a nice guy, not naked in some scuzzy booth with cum in my ass. I found my flip flops under the cheap plastic seat, slipped them on, and retreated. I fled, desperate not to be seen by anyone. Hoping that the clerk wasn’t still there. I was never, ever coming back here! “See you next time,” the clerk quipped as the door chimed and I fled the store.

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.

Most recent was a Grindr hookup with a smokin’ hot guy in his early 30’s at a park. He pinged me on the app and I was available and about 7-8 minutes away. Arrived, messaged back and forth and then got out to meet him. Turns out he was an olive skinned Arab guy from Morocco with the sexy French accent that goes along with being a former French colony. He said he’d hooked up many times there and after looking around a bit, we were making out rather intensely. Next thing he knew, I was on my knees sucking a GORGEOUS thick cut cock. He force fed me his dick for several minutes and then blew a load down my throat and on my lips. Yummy 🤤! I got back up and continued making out with him. After shaking my ass a bit and showing him my Andrew Christian pride briefs, he was all over wanting to eat my pussy. I pulled my jeans and underwear down and bent over the picnic table under the pavilion. I told him l was soooo wanting to get fucked and have his load and too bad he came in my mouth... he stood up and I turned around and we were making out yet again and I reached down in his workout pants to feel his cock rock hard for a second time. I bent down and licked it slick and wet again and then bent over the table where he proceeded to ram it home and fuck my pussy just like I soooo wanted/needed. After about 7-8 minutes of fucking, he asked where I wanted him to cum. Of course my response was, “inside me! Cum in my pussy!!! Breed me, please!!!” to which he happily obliged, leaving my hole slick with cum. We exchanged numbers but haven’t chatted much since. He’s definitely BF grade hot and knows how to fuck. I’m surely hoping we get to see each other again. Dammit, I’m hard and wet just thinking about it... 🤤😋🤤

He laid there. Covered in his sleeping bag. His face was the only thing that was sticking out. His eyes were closed. He was sleeping contently. The glowing moon light highlighted his blond hair. He was laying next to me inside the tent. Damn, I was all hot and bothered and wanted to just jump his ass at that moment. Our day hike in the mountains must have worn him out. As I laid there with my hand propping my head up, I saw some movement in his sleeping bag. He was rubbing his crotch and stroking his cock. Damn, he must have been on to me. Because before I knew it, his eyes opened and he gave me that hot and bothered look. The warm night was arousing both of us. He lifted his opened sleeping bag in a motion for me to slide over next to him. We were groping. Entangled naked flesh. Stroking each others cocks and balls. There was nipple tweaking and some hot passionate kissing. His firm ass was on the for front of my mind. I couldn't help but grab a hand full of his ass cheeks. He moaned at that jester. "You want some of my ass man?" he whispered to me. Why he was whispering was beyond me. We were in the middle of no where. "I sure would!" He flipped on his side and he was moving his ass against my throbbing cock. Oh it felt damn good. Inch by inch it crept between his ass cheeks and worked it's way toward his warm moist sweaty man hole. This was roughing it and I'm sure he had a dirty ass, but that didn't stop me. My already enormous pre cum-covered cock head was snaking and poking into his hole. He opened his hole up further and further as I tried to break open the barrier. My right arms just wrapped around his chest. I gave his neck a sloppy love bite. He cocked his head sideways to meet my mouth and we embraced with some more kissing. My cock just inched into his nice smooth hole with ease. I couldn't believe that I was in his ass without lube or spit. It felt so damn good! I wanted to stay all night in his ass. But he was doing this rocking motion thing that just stroked my cock. He was milking my cock with his firm ass muscles. Yeah, he knew what he was doing. my cock was feeling the friction and was twice the size. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold back. I think he just jacked my cock with his firm ass once too many. I just spilled my seed into his hot ass without warning. He let go a slow moan. He must have felt the warm cum bath his inner ass. I was firm and rigid and continued to push my load deep into his ass. I definitely saw stars when I shot into him. We laid there for a few minute and he whispered to me that it was his turn.

So hot having no idea who's raw cock is sliding into your hole

I always thought Bad McGuire was overrated. I've seen a lot better tops in random amateur porn.

Went to a glory hole video store yesterday. Paid my$10 to get in, and was disappointed to see only two guys inside. Only one guy seemed interested at all, but nothing happened. So I left, and went to another store just down the street. The parking lot was packed! I went in, and every booth was full. In the back there is a room with a couch, so I went in and took off my clothes. Immediately a good looking older man waled up to me and pulled his cock out of his pants. Aa soon as I started licking, I looked up and saw four other men standing in line waiting their turn. Soon I felt fingers on my hole, and repositioned myself on the couch to be able to take it from both ends... I lost count of how many men came in me, but some couldn't wait and came on my back and ass while I was being used by others, making them come inside me. It was a wonderful day

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'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.

In June I was looking on Sniffies for a hot bottom to breed. I saw pics of a tall slender guy in his early 20s who was hosting. His post said “bareback only” which got me going. I asked if he wanted some raw daddy cock and he said “yup”. I asked for his address and got it. I was reassured that the address he gave matched his location on the Sniffies map. It was a medium sized condo building on Music Row in Nashville. When I arrived, I told him I was there and asked for his apt #. He said his roommate was home and asked if I could breed him in the stairwell. I hadn’t done anything like that and was somewhat reluctant. But I was already there and the lust was taking over. I said ok. He told me to take the elevator to the second floor, walk to the end of the hall, and enter the stairwell. I did and he joined me a couple of minutes later. He wasn’t concerned that I was almost old enough to be be his grandfather. He led me away from the door to end of the stair landing and slid down his sweatpants enough to expose his ass. Luckily I was wearing loose fitting gym shorts and could maneuver my quickly hardening cock out of my shorts without dropping them to the floor. I slid in him quickly and started thrusting in and out. After just two or three minutes I heard the door to the stairwell slam open on the floor above. I pulled out, slid my hard cock back into my shorts and covered it with my hands while he pulled his sweatpants up. We stood near each other as if we were talking while a young woman quickly descended the stairs. She didn’t catch us in the act, but may have been suspicious. She went past us and then could be heard continuing down the stairs to the ground floor. As soon as we heard the door close, we resumed our fucking. I was determined to finish what we had started. After a few vigorous thrusts, I whispered “You want my poz seed?” He said “Fuck yeah!” One more thrust and I was shooting a week’s load in his young ass. As I was shooting my cum deep in his ass, we heard a different stairwell door slam open. He had most of my poz load in him, but as I withdrew to prepare for another intruder, some of my cum hit the stairs. This time it was a young man who whizzed past us. After he was out of sight my young man said “That was hot.” Yes, it was! Later I was thinking how strange that the stairwell was that busy. Then I remembered a sign outside the elevator that said occupancy limited to one due to Covid precautions.

The porn vid where everyone is covered in Crisco is Fisting Underground 3 from Dark Alley Media, 2008. It is no longer sold on their site. It is shown on the Raw Fuck Club streaming site as War and Grease, divided up into 4 parts.

But its randomness also gives it a far more private risky edge than other sites /

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

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.

I've never seen a convincing deception. There's too much focus on the man fiddling with the condom. If it's split from the start, then it's too easily discovered. If he has to spend 45 seconds breaking it, then it's obvious. I would favor 1. Rapid and silent complete removal. It takes practice and probably a lot of lubricant inside the length of the condom. The used condom needs to be hidden and seeding needs to be completed quickly before the victim finds out and protests. The victim will discover the deception immediately after the orgasm, so the man has to be prepared to make a quick escape or deal with the resistance. Obviously, this option is best for male pleasure. 2. Snipped or punctured tip, for when breeding alone is the primary goal. The smaller the hole, the harder the man has to work to expel the seed into his victim. There is a trade-off between ease of insemination and plausible deniability. It's mostly a psychological pleasure. 3. Seemingly natural breakage. Even with water-based lubricants, I have shredded several condoms in the past through some perfect combination of size, vigor, and the incompatible anatomy of the faggot cunt. They were sliced open lengthwise, so I had full raw contact with boy guts. Covertly adding some mineral oil to the lubricant mix would help this method along. This method is unreliable, but has a balance of pleasure and plausible deniability, as the man never has to withdraw from the cunt and can claim shock and ignorance at the breakage afterwards. "Didn't you feel it?" "No, baby, I just thought you had a magical snatch".

PART II Note: I'm sorry that it took so long for me to post it, but my English is not that good and I had to translate it. Now the story... When I turned seventeen, my father started dating again. Since my mother started treatment, he was very much on his own, so I was happy for him. The new girlfriend was giving him excitement to get back on track. But that meant that again I was getting less attention than necessary. My father would usually spend the weekends at her house and I would be alone. Pablo always called me to stay at his house, but I was already thinking that it bothered him too much. With all the attention he gave me, his sex life was certainly not the best. So, after a while I started to decline your invitations and be alone at home. My life came down to going to school in the morning and spending the afternoon at home jerking off while reading reports from people living with HIV. Some things I learned from reading these reports is that the person who wants to be contaminated needs to be very sure beforehand, because it is something for a lifetime. But after she makes the decision, it's pretty liberating too. The first stages after contagion are the most complicated, because the person has a kind of flu, which shows that the virus has started to multiply in your body. But if the person starts treatment soon thereafter, she can live long years and decades without major concerns. And sex certainly becomes better, because a condom, whether you agree or not, is something that gets in the way and decreases lust. I tried to masturbate a few times using a condom, but I didn't even come close to cumming. I thought that was totally boring. And after you already have the virus, what else can happen? It is the worst thing transmitted through sex, all other diseases can be treated and cured. And everyone who is dealing with this needs to have regular checkups, so it's easy to find out if you've got anything else. And that is when total freedom arises. Having sex without a condom and without major concerns. Having sex with anyone you want, without knowing the right person, and without having to worry about anything. The freedom to feel it raw, to flood another guy with your spunk and also to be flooded with his seed. I wanted that. And the hornyness that I felt imagining myself being pozzed was something that always made me explode when I came. Of course, most of the times I imagined my neighbor doing this to me, but I also put myself in the place of the bottoms I saw in the videos. People at school didn't know about my sexuality, so I wasn't really close to anyone. I was that type of student who talks to everyone, but who doesn't really have any close friends. That special person for me was Pablo, and he was not at school. My eighteenth birthday was fast approaching and I was in no mood to celebrate. I had no family in the city besides my father and no one at school that I would like to invite as well. So, when my dad went to his girlfriend on Friday, not even remembering that my birthday was on Saturday, I realized that I had made the right choice not to make a big deal. I spent the entire Saturday at home, lying in the living room watching TV, as usual. It was about nine at night, I had just showered and was lying in my pajamas watching another episode of the series, when the doorbell rang. It was Pablo. “Hey, birthday boy”, he said. “You remembered?!”, I said confused. "Of course I did," he said and I realized he was a little drunk. “Aren't you going to ask me in?” "Sure, come in", I said. When I closed the door, he gave me a huge bear hug. The man was almost six feet tall and I wasn't that tall, so I buried my head in his strong chest. The truth is, I hadn't felt well all day and I was happy that at least he had remembered. “I wanted to come earlier to bring your gift, but I spent all day thinking and making some decisions”, he explained. “Sorry for leaving you alone on your birthday.” "You are here now," I said. "I am," he said without letting me go. My cock was already growing with that hug and it was impossible that he wasn’t feeling it, so I decided to break the contact. “Where's my gift?”, I asked walking away. "That's what I had to think about today," he explained. “I don’t understand.” “Phillip, I have looked after you as if you were my son for years, but that is not what you are. And I know that you don't see me as a father either, you feel horny about me.” “No, I ...” I tried to argue, but I had no idea what to say to him. “No need to be embarrassed, because I also feel horny when I see you”, he said hurriedly. “Do you?”, I asked doubting. “Of course I do, you grew up to be a beautiful man, but you were always my boy, so I never saw you like that, until the day that ...” “What a day?” I asked anxiously. “The day you saw me fucking that guy at my place.” “Did you know? I’m so embarrassed!” “He saw you at the time and told me that we were not alone, so we did a show for you to see.” “I had no idea ...”, I said blandly. “I thought you were scared, that you didn't understand, but when you talked about my tattoo, I realized that you were smarter than I thought.” “Then why have you never done anything before? Why are you just telling me that now?” I wanted to know. “It's still difficult, I had to drink to build up the courage to have this conversation with you. And there was the fact that you were a minor before.” "But I'm not now," I observed. “No, you are not.” He then closed the distance between the two of us, held my head tightly and gave me a deep kiss on the mouth. I had never kissed anyone before, so I let him guide me and explore every corner of my mouth. His hands roamed my body, feeling and spoiling me, so I found the courage to do the same, placing my hands on that body that I always wanted to touch. As much as I had been working out for almost two years, my body was nowhere near as big as his. His arms held me tightly and I felt those muscles tighten. The curve of his waist, the hardness of his chest, the six packs of his hairy belly. Everything was a paradise under my hands. Then he broke the kiss and said: “You sure you want this gift?” “Yes,” I said. “We can use a condom if you haven't decided yet, if you think it's too early.” “I want to, I'm sure. It would happen someday anyway and I prefer it to be you.” “You can't go back; my viral DNA will stay with you for the rest of your life.” “All I want is to have that part of you always with me.” “You will be the mother and I will be the father of the bugs that will grow and multiply within you.” “I saved my virginity for you to do that.” “I'll give you what you always wanted, but not here. Let's go to my house, I want to fuck you in my bed like you saw me fucking that other guy.” It was difficult to take my hands off of Pablo, I was afraid that breaking the contact he would give up everything on the way to his house, but I took the key, locked the door and followed him to his place.

I was at the video store last Friday and I hooked up with a guy I could tell was poz. I don’t look poz so not sure what he thought about me. We were just sucking for a while and he asked.... what do you like to do? I told him I like to get fucked. He turned me around and ate my pussy. Then fucked me without a condom. After he bred me I thanked him for the dirty load and he winked at me and said anytime.

Part 1 “Fuck!” I kicked my car in anger… and instantly regretted it. “Shit, shit, shit!” I hopped around on one foot until the pain in my toes subsided. This was not how my day was supposed to go. At twenty one years old, I was finally moving out of my parent’s home. I had been ready to move a couple years ago when I graduated from high school but my Dad had talked me into going to the local junior college while working for a few years to save money. I had watched as all my friends moved on. The smart ones were accepted into prestigious schools. I had done okay in school, but wasn’t a geek or anything. My jock friends who were good enough got athletic scholarships, and while I was on the high school soccer team, I always knew I wasn’t good enough to have a future in it. The rich kids didn’t have to worry about the cost, of course, but my Dad was just a middle manager who constantly worried about being downsized. Even my high school girlfriend went off to college. In fact, she dumped me the night before she left. I heard through the grapevine that she dropped out last year after she got knocked up by some college senior. Naturally I had a good laugh about that one. Finally, though, I’ve served my time at the junior college. A couple months ago I got my Associates degree and was accepted at in San Diego. I had worked my ass off in junior college to make sure I got a shot at something better. I would never tell him, but my Dad was right about going to a junior college first. So, this morning I gave Dad a firm handshake and my crying Mom a big hug and hit the road for the drive to San Diego - over 750 miles. My Dad told me to take the I5 but I wanted to drive down the coast. I was somewhere south of Carmel when the engine temperature warning light came on. I decided to keep driving to the next town. A few miles later and I saw smoke or steam from under the hood. I pulled to the side of the road right as the engine died. Now I was stuck in the middle of god awful nowhere. Hundreds of miles from home, hundreds of miles from San Diego, and who knows how many miles from civilisation. I pulled out my phone. I should call Dad. He would come help, but I didn’t dial. No. I was hundreds of miles from home. I didn’t want him to drive down. And I didn’t want the 'I told you' lecture for not sticking to the i5. My cell signal wasn’t great but I was able to get online on my phone and find the name of the nearest town. A few more minutes of fighting the slow internet and I found the name of a garage there. Thank god! How could anyone live with such crappy cell service? I called the garage and told them my car had broken down, and also described my location as best I could. The asshole on the phone gave me some attitude about not knowing the exact location. Like I was supposed to know my way around his shit hole corner of California? However, I kept my cool. After I gave him my info, I got back in the car and waited. And waited. 
And waited. After about an hour I was starting to lose my patience. The sun was setting and it was just starting to get dark. I did not want to sit out here in the dark. Every horror movie I’ve ever seen was coming back to haunt me. I was about to pick up my phone and call back when I saw headlights coming my way. Sure enough, it was a tow truck. The mechanic pulled up behind me and I got out to meet him. I was ready to rip into him but held back when I saw him. The guy was tall, about 6’3”, but there was something strange about him. He was very lean, kind of haggard really, and there was something dark and scary about him. Not just dark like his hair - it was more of a 'aura', I guess. I decided that making a fuss about being kept waiting might not be smart. I just gave him a smile and thanked him. He didn’t really respond, just kind of nodded. Not really even nodded. Just inclined his head in my general direction. He walked to the front of my car and make a gesture which I assumed was an indication to open the hood. He spent a few minutes looking over the engine. I hovered nearby trying to pretend I knew what he was was looking at. My Dad had always warned me to be careful with mechanics. As he put it, 'they will try to sell you $500 of repairs to fix a $25 problem'. This guy, however, seemed to know his stuff. He tested various connections, had me try to start the engine then he tested and probed some more. There was something about him that was - interesting - I guess is the best word. Like I said, he was gaunt and there was something worn out about him…but not like he was ugly or anything. It gave him an element of mystery and danger that I can’t quite explain. He had black hair that hung over his forehead and blue eyes. He was older than me but not old really, maybe in his 30’s. I just found myself watching him and trying not to let him see. Finally he shut the hood looked at me shaking his head. “Could be worse.” He had a deep voice that seemed strange coming from such a thin and worn body. He rambled some explanation that I didn’t really follow… car engines aren’t really my thing, you know? “How much to fix it?” “About $650 between parts and labor.” I had been saving up money while living at home but that didn’t mean I had money to burn. Still nothing could be done about it now. “How long will it take to fix?” He shrugged. “Can get you up and running tomorrow.” “Shit! I mean, I’m on my way to San Diego for college. I'm not from around here.” He looked at me but didn’t reply. “I wasn’t planning on stopping. I wanted to drive straight through.” “Well, you aren’t going anywhere in this until tomorrow.” He looked at me, his blue eyes piercing as he seemed to measure me up, and I guess took pity on me. “Tell you what. There’s a little motel in town… it’s not much but you should be able to get a room there for tonight. A friend of mine runs the place. Get in the truck and I’ll drop you off.” I thanked him and, once he had the car attached to his tow truck, I climbed in the passenger seat. It was a long trip and he didn’t seem in any hurry. We rode in silence for a few minutes. My eyes kept wandering to him. He was handsome, in a way, I guess. I tried to figure out what about him was so strange and… well… captivating. I’m not gay, you know, so it was just curiosity. I’m sure he caught me glancing at him a few times… he seemed amused. He had a tattoo on his arm that looked kind of familiar. To make conversation, I asked him what it was. “Biohazard.” He replied. “Oh yeah? That seems like a strange choice.” He looked at me with those piercing blue eyes again. I felt a little tingle in my stomach life butterflies. What the hell? I cursed myself…. what am I, some sort of 12 year old girl? “Do you know what it means?” he asked. I shook my head. “It means I’m HIV positive.” It was such an odd thing to tell a stranger, and he said it so nonchalantly, that it took me a second to understand what he had said. “Oh. Man. I’m so sorry.” I blurted. “Why?” He had a strange sort of half smile. I squirmed. “That you are sick.” “Nothing to be sorry about. I've been positive a long time. But don’t worry. I won’t bite.” I didn’t know what to say so just sat there, looking out the window, trying not to steal glances at him. I’m sure I heard him chuckle but he didn’t push the conversation. It was very dark by the time we reached the motel. “Tell Ken that Wes sent you and that I said not to run up the rate on you,” he said as I climbed down from the truck. He looked at me and I felt him measuring me up again somehow. Damn… I swear my stomach fluttered again. Partly in fear of him, partly for… something else. “You look like you need a drink. Just to calm your nerves. Ken has a little bar in the motel. You should drop in there once you are settled in.” I gave him my friendliest smile and thanked him again. Then he drove the truck, pulling my poor little car, into the night. The motel was something from the 40’s or 50’s and looked like the motor lodge that time forgot. Couldn’t be much business that came along this route and it showed. Even in the dark I could see the paint was peeling and chipping away in places. A broken window had been covered over with plywood. Yep, I decided, I had somehow gotten stranded in a horror movie. There was even an old neon sign with most of the letters burnt out. I was somewhat surprised when I walked into the reception area that it didn’t look so bad inside. Tacky and dated? Yes. But clean. Not run down like the outside. It was brightly lit with florescent lights and that would probably make you go blind if you sat there too long. A chime sounded as i opened the door. The guy behind the counter was a bit heavyset… no fat, just with a little bit of a belly… and he gave me a big smile as I came in. He must have been ecstatic to have a customer. I quickly learned that this was Ken. He was as friendly as Wes (the mechanic) had been quiet and intimidating. He chatted amiably while he checked me in. He and Wes had gone to school together and they were still good friends. I half listened, somewhat relieved to be around someone who seemed so… normal, I guess. His blond hair was cut short and neatly combed. He reminded me a bit of one of my professors at the junior college. A few minutes later, I was sitting in my motel room. Like the lobby, the room was clean but dated. The bed was a bit lumpy but not completely uncomfortable. Not someplace I would have chosen to stay. but I was glad to have it in the circumstances. I sent a text to my parents telling them I had 'decided' to stop for the night so I didn’t get too tired while driving. I didn’t mention the car troubles. My mom would just worry and my Dad would insist on driving down to help. I tried the TV…. they had a total of 7 or 8 channels but, not surprisingly, there was nothing worth watching. As I wasn’t ready to sleep yet, and found images of Wes kept popping into my head, I made my way down to the bar - just to have something to do. Being 21 has it’s advantages.

Picture it. 2005. My spouse and I, 20 years of togetherness. Both of us are HIV neg. We bareback each other, and are generally monogamous except for when we play together (or on my occasional side trysts to the ABS or sex grounds at the local park). Anyhow, we were on vacation In Hawaii, specifically in Oahu. Vacation means, well, vacation. On the occasions I can get my usually-very-vanilla-husband to do anything different, vacation can be a good time, especially as we are both more relaxed when away from home. I’m definitely the kinkier, and likely the hornier of the two of us, so I had done my research. In the past when traveling we've visited sex clubs in New York, Prague, Hong Kong, and Dallas, but on this occasion, when driving across Oahu, I suggested we stop at an adult bookstore in Wahiawa about which I had read interesting reviews. As it was mid-day, I thought it might be a long shot, but as the place was quite literally on our route around the island, there wasn't any downside to stopping in. Upon entering the place we found the typical ABS set up: a register with some retail shelves up front, and in back there was a small hallway off of which was a line of doors for each of the numerous individual viewing booths. The place was small and clean, but it was empty. So we waited. After some time we heard some movement and the soundtrack from a video emanating from the only occupied booth. So we waited so more. After some more time, I was getting bored, especially knowing we had a relatively busy day planned, so I suggested to my spouse "Hey, why don’t we go into adjoining booths, and I’ll blow you through the glory hole in between the two booths?" He liked that idea, probably because I don't usually particularly enjoy sucking his dick as he almost never comes that way, so it turns-out feeling too much like work, or sort of like what I imagined foreplay with a woman would be like. In any event I don't often blow him, but under the circumstances it seemed like the best way to salvage the visit, and, after all, fair is fair. He goes in the booth at the end of the hall, and I slip into the next one, still no one in sight. I scrape the chair out of my way and I’m down on my knees. He unzips, pulls his flaccid dick out, puts his crotch to the hole. Mine for the taking. I hear him pressing buttons trying to find a video he likes. I don’t care what’s on my screen. There’s a gay movie on and the moaning and sex sounds are perfect. God I love these places. My bf likes to be blown slow, especially at first. So I fondle his dick. I smell it. I take his balls in my palm and pull forward on his dick, nuzzling it with my nose and making it grow. As his shaft lengthens, I can get the head in my mouth, ever so gently. I go to work on that spot on the underside, right where the head, the shaft, and the hole all come together. No man can resist that. I swirl my tongue around it and feel his erection fill out fully hard. Now I can really get that dick wet. I wrap my teeth with my lips and slide all the way down, getting it slippery with spit. He’s not a big pre-cummer my bf. So I bang the back of my throat a little as I’m gently going up and down on it. I want some of my throat snot to get things really viscous. His dick is getting harder, wetter, and more into a rhythm going in and out of my mouth. Oh yeah we are getting somewhere. . . Not too long and I get a little light flash in the corner of my eye. I hear a door behind me close and the partition superstructure shake. I pull off my bf’s dick to look. There behind me in the glory hole to the booth on the other side of mine is this face. HOLY FUCK. It’s this jarhead face. Gone in a second. FUCK MAN! HOT SOLDIER BOY. There are some sort of barracks near here aren’t there? My heart skipped a beat. That haircut never lies. I imagine one of dozens of tumblr pictures - a soldier boy, in the desert, waving a gun, dick out, friend taking a pic of it. FUCK man THINK FAST. Hot solider in the booth next to me. C’MON FAST!! Boyfriend’s spit shiny junk is in my hand, with my spit dripping down the hair on his balls. I let go with a squeeze. Stand up. Drop my shorts. Turn around. Put my ass at the hole and I trace down it with his dick. He loves my ass. This’ll distract him. And I just want to SEE the soldier. Just a peek. I’m feeling his hand on my ass. Boyfriend took that hint. He’s caressing it. Spreading my cheeks. I’m bending over to look in the glory hole beyond. UNF. I feel a hot breath on my hole. BF loves sticking tongue in me. Makes me a little squirrelly, so we don’t do it that often. My focus is across the way anyhow. I see movement. He’s too close to see his face again. And it’s dark. Bless whoever designed this place. Perfect size. I have my ass at one hole and my face at the other. I hook a finger through, and try to look up. FUCK I feel my spouse’s tongue in my ass. But the soldier . . . unzipping his pants . . . hand goes in . . .wrestles out his already hard dick. It is maybe seven inches, curves up, reminds me of my cousin's (that's a different story). My mouth waters. HOT DAMN He puts it through the hole, downy covered nuts and all. I stroke down it with my hand. Powder soft and dry. Once. Twice. Watch it bob. I find that spot between his balls where his juices originate and work a finger up up the underside of his shaft. Fuck yes! A huge drop of precum appears. So tempting to eat. But I rub it around the mushroom head. It makes his dick dance and quiver. Slippery. Musky. Ready to suck. I start going down on the shaft and HUH there's my partner's dick pressing at my backdoor. My mind swoons with dick sensation overload. I rarely get fucked, and never starting bent over like this. NEVER have though a glory hole. Have I ever been spit roasted? Brace yourself! Think about the dick in your mouth! Dont lose rhythm! Fuck! He pushes into my ass. The pain! Ah, but the smell of the dick in front of me. I'm trying to flex and relax both, letting the dick work into my ass. My own dick is rock hard bobbing around, drooling webs of precum all over the place. "Some pig", it might spell out on the floor. Here I am on vacation, mid day, in a booth in the dark, with my bf's cock in my ass, and a soldier's in my mouth. And I want cum from both. I am getting into a rhythm with the dick stroking in and out of my ass. My mouth stroking up and down on the dick in front of me. You know how there’s blowing a dick, and then there’s blowing a dick to cumpletion? I mean in my experience there is a point where you know the dick in your mouth can cum that way. When it starts juicing? When the hips start bucking? I knew that soldier was going to feed me his load. When - damn - suddenly no dick in my ass and <poke poke> my bf is poking me on the ass cheek with his finger. I do NOT want to lose momentum on the dick in front of me. But reluctantly, I pull off and turn around to ask my spouse “What?!” My ass is there at the solider’s side. “There’ rub it against that” is what I was thinking. Up to this point I’d swapped plenty of glory hole head, but never fucked through one. UNF the soldier slides his dick right in me. HOLY FUCK A STRANGE DICK UP MY ASS BAREBACK. I push back on it. Rock hard 20 something soldier dick. Inside me. Not what I’d planned. I wince and hide what’s going on from my bf’s view. He would FREAK at a stranger’s raw dick inside me. “I can’t cum this way,” my boyfriend says. “I am going to rinse off.” “Is it dirty?” I ask. “No,” he replies. “But you know me. This is too much.” Vanilla is as vanilla does. “Okay, I’ll go next,” I say. And he’s out his booth door. I hadn’t even focused on the soldier cock stroking in and out of me. I squeeze my ass and look over my shoulder. His fingers are grasping the top of the partition between us for leverage. He’s speeding up, hitting it harder. My thoughts are filled with his flared mushroom head wondering if it’d swell up get hard and red before he shoots? I was thinking of his precum in the back of my throat climbing up out my nose, now in my ass making it slick making it ready. Use that hole man. He gets louder louder UHNN UHHN I press back hard willing it wanting it. UHHNN UHHN He STOPS. I feel the twitch. My ass goes from lubed to wet. I feel the fluid filling me. FUCK! First time . . . a stranger unloading in my ass. Should I be scared? Guilty? UHHN he rocks it back and forth making me feel it squish - his dick in its own ejaculate. Rapidly softening he slips it out of me. Fuck! What have I done? My spouse is coming back in like a minute and I . . . Standing there with my legs shaking, my dick is a sticky mess I haven’t touched it, but there’s plenty of lube. In ten strokes I push a finger from my other hand in my hole and feel the soldier’s load there. I BLAST one of the largest loads of my life onto the laminate partition wall. It trails down and pools on the floor. I said this place was clean. Too bad. I hope it’s still there for the next guy. Maybe the clerk will come lick it up? There’s my bf’s face at the hole. “C’mon, let’s go.” “I’m coming! Just a sec. Let me clean up a little here . . .” On the way out, he says to me, “ Hey did you hear that one guy cumming? Someone was having fun.” He has no idea.

I really hate asking this question, because TIM is really the only porn studio I could watch. Back when I was still somewhat in denial, it was TIM that made me realize I was fooling myself. I seen regular guys, all types, letting their inner pig out in “real,” attainable situations. It’s almost like I was a fly on the wall. What they were doing, I felt like I could do (and have done). Guys like Dawson and Fyrfli were the typical “model” type, but were hot just by their pure filth. I feel in the last year or two, the whole vibe has changed. Most of the guys have the same muscle model look, guys are fucking and pulling out (some not cumming at all) and it just has an overall generic feel to it. When it’s not the muscle guys, it’s two identical twinks deciding who is going to top. I mean I love Ray Dalton, but he’s a pig. Even the dialog damn near sounds like a straight porn with a bunch of moaning. Where is the guy that looks like my neighbor, mechanic or hot college professor? Where’s the hot dialog? Feltching, the piginess? Maybe I’ve been desensitized? sorry, rant over...

It's unfortunate -- I feel like while a lot of mainstream studios have pushed into bareback and all that, my favorite studios like TIM and EricVideos and the like have gotten more boring.

If you feel evil pozzing up dudes then that makes two of us. Convincing them im clean only makes fucking a neg cunt even more intense. I fucken get off pozzing victims as you call them. The more you do it the better you get at the whole picking up through to squiting in our dirty seed

[think before following links] https://www.boyfriendtv.com/videos/437955/whambamthank-you-man/ I love quickies, because the top has only one goal and that is to use your hole and bust his nut and go! Fucking hot!

Thank you is all I know to say for all the time and effort you have put forth in a magnificent story. You are truly a gifted person and I appreciate it greatly that you are willing to share it here. Very Hot and even though I would love to read more of it understand if you choose to end it here. Thank you

Damn tj87 you are so lucky, the thinfs I would do have cocks circling around me right now. Or wrapped up in meaty pecs. Hope you’ll both test covid neg and get that plow

Hot dream of this

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 usually bottom. But if the mood strikes, and there's a hot dripping hole winking at me, sure, I'll plow and breed it, preferably with a hard cock plowing my hole at the same time.

thanks for following me. total bottom cumdump lad here in UK. Hundreds more pics and vids on www.twitter.com/jonny4dad

Having been the bound subject of many a Dominant’s pleasures (and cruelties) in the BDSM realm, I have a couple of observations on this. First, actual real BDSM practiced by those in the lifestyle isn’t really something they usually think about in terms of porn - scenes are intensely intimate power exchanges, and the dynamics of what is actually going on wouldn’t translate to film. For evidence of this, you can look at the material in the BoundGods shoots; they get very creative with their kink, but it’s rare to detect any element of true Dominance/submission going on, because they’re not actually scening. They’re shooting a scene. Big difference. Second, though I was used many times in bondage by many different Dominants, relatively few of them actually fucked me. Their desire was more to have access to my body and control my response, but relatively few of those who put me in bondage did so for the purpose of intercourse. Instead, it was usually to make me vulnerable to the work of their hands, or their tools or equipment. I would conjecture that the relative uncommonness of fucking in actual practice translates into a proportional lack of attempts to make porn of it. (I might add that if you see porn of a guy being fucked in suspension bondage, that in no way represents common practice - suspension bondage is hella tricky even if you can find a Dom with the mad skilz to do it, and getting fucked in that position is even rarer. I’ve never had it done.) Third, bondage in real life doesn’t really lend itself to video because a) Setup takes a long time and makes for dull footage, and b) Once the submissive is bound, one of your two performers is basically non-moving - again, not the stuff of dynamic filmmaking. So if finding bareback porn is a challenge among regular porn, it’s not surprising that finding bareback in a genre as inherently limited in quantity would be that much harder. I’m just speculating, but that would be my guess.

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...

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

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

Precovid in a sleazy sex club in Lisbon. It was on a quiet week night, and only a handful of older sleazy tops waiting for a willing bottom. I was horny all day and so ready to take anything that was big and hard. I leaked precum the whole taxi ride over. I entered and stripped to my harness and then did a few lines of coke in the toilet to get the night started. As I walked out, a lanky hung daddy grabbed me by the nipples and led me to the middle bench. He knelt me on the bench, passed me fresh poppers and ate me out in front of these other tops who started gather. I was the only bottom, let alone an asian twink (some kind of hot commodity for the night I guess). He fucked me from the back as he whispered disgusting things for a good half hour in front of all these tops waiting their turn. His breath was terrible, somehow this made it so much hotter. When he was done, a few tops used me in the sing but then it’s a blur. All I remember is walking hours later to have a cigarette. I was so embrassed when I got up, my trousers were all sticky where my boy pussy was. what a great night, realised that I’m a huge exhibitionist

I've got a HUGE crush on @damnfinebbboy...he's so fuckin hot, a ton of fun, and serious boyfriend material hehe 😉

Yes I agree, Market has changed, I dont visit often, sad to say. I do watch the old Cadinot movies more frequently these days especially " savauges" I do however have a passion for Triga films, the guys are run of the mill, normal working blokes however, would love them to do bareback.

Hairy please, though obviously wouldn't turn one away for being smooth. The taste and feel of his fur on my tongue as I get him slicked up with spit and opening up, and a hundred hairs gently tickling my cock as I pump him. Beautiful.

Part 12 There I was moaning like a cheap porno bottom bitch in my favorite position: on my back, legs raised over a man’s shoulders, getting fucked. I don’t get fucked often, but I like it when it happens. In fact, I don’t sex-mingle a lot. I might be a little prude and puritan, but definitely not the snobby-snooty type. I said it a few times, I would chicken out of any situation if it got me out of my comfort and secure zone - like having a sex interaction with a poz guy - preferring to watch and find myself jerking in the dark, alone. If someone would have told me yesterday morning that I would have more sex encounters in the next 24 hours than I had in my entire all life, my response would have been simple: your crazy. When I woke up yesterday, I was tempted to jerk off in bed, but reckoned I would saved my load for my “Friday Movie Night” alone at home. It’s nothing exceptional, only me watching free porn, jerking and edging before reaching a satisfying orgasm. I would fall asleep on my couch to wake up next day with one or two loads of dry cum on me. I was craving to have sex with someone again, because having another male body playing with yours is addictive and highly pleasurable. Once you tasted it, you longed to tasted it again. I was able to ignore my morning wood and start my routine. It was around nine when I heard the familiar sounds of my neighbor coming back home. Mr. Magoo had gave 3 or 4 blowjobs since I moved in. I have to give him credits, he is a “helluva cocksucker”. He must have sense my horniness and without false pretense, he gave me an excellent blowjob. Then - speed forward to the bathhouse - I got fucked by Mickey and fucked him back in return. My first fuck in over almost a year! It did scratch my itch. And it was all part of Magoo’s grand scheme to stealth Mickey. He fucked me a second time, in a roughly manner after I told him my neg/poz lie. Between both fucks, Magoo managed to have me suckle his cockhead and take his bare poz cock in my ass, inch by inch (literally!) while I was pissing in Mickey’s boyfriend, transformed for the occasion into a portable live urinal. All in all, it was just another perverted playful game for the wicked Mr. Magoo. “Goddammit! Magoo exclaimed when Hugo knocked on the door, “your sorry ass will pay for all this” he told me like I was responsible for the interruption. He poked my hole with his dickhead, smearing precum and lube on my rosebud. As he opened the door, Hugo was standing there with the younger of the two cops. “Perfect! You…” grabbing the cop and pulling him in the room, “get in here. Max this is Luke. Luke, Max is one of your kind. A negative! And a fervent condom promoter like you. You two should get along. Don’t be shy, you can fuck him if you want. Play dominos if you need to, I don’t care but keep him busy until I return. Don’t let him out of this room!” On this Magoo shut down the door on us. “Huh… I don’t fuck guys. I’m straight”, said Luke. “Goddammit!” I thought, mimicking Magoo’s expression. “I am naked, poppers next to me, leg-spreaded, my ass corrupted by a house-made spiked lube and ready to take on any cock in sight, even Magoo’s amazing poz cock if he was here, AND the first and only neg guy available to me is straight! AND doesn’t fuck guy. Well, I have bad news for you, mister cop, I might have to rape-fuck myself on you, but I need a cock in me now!" I never thought I would scared a cop. Honestly, look at me! I might be a threat to a thirteen-year-old teenager, but a cop! Anyway, that was the look he had went I jumped off the bed and ripped his towel. Five seconds later he was on his back and I was trying to summon a stiffy out of his shriveled cock. Either he was horny or an easily excitable man, but I got him hard quickly. Or maybe he wasn’t getting any at home! He was pretty small down there; I wouldn’t have trouble to take him. In fact, his cock was smaller than the pink butt plug Magoo shoved in me, Where was the plug anyway? I wondered for a second. “Condom! I mean, I’m married… with a child… We need a condom at least…” “YES!” I told myself. I didn’t mind the condom, but he was accepting the fuck without a lot of resistance. He pulled a strip of condoms from one of his socks! “For a straight guy who doesn’t fuck, you sure came prepared!” I mocked him. I grabbed one and rolled it on his erection. I looked at the result. Hmmm.... The dick was floating in the condom. So much for protecting the straight guy! “It’s not for me. I distribute them to guys before they engaged in bareback activities. I’m not gay.” “I know, you told me. I don’t care. I’m horny. You are a man with a cock. And neg! That’s enough for me.” I fucked myself for a while, squeezing my ass, strangling his cock as much as I can. He never went soft and in some sort of miracle, the condom stayed on his member. We changed in my favorite position and now he was fucking me. He was older than me, but not enough for me to fall for him. I have a better connection with older men, maybe because they know what to do (experience!), but mostly because they don’t have this unrealistic sexual-performance expectations. I took the time to observe Luke. He was in good shape, a solid 6-packs, broad shoulders and narrow waist. A nice layer of black hair all over his body and legs. His legs and tights showed that he might be a regular runner. So, this was my third fucks at the bathhouse. Luke fucked me for about four or five minutes, when he asked me: “Are you safe?” “?” “I mean… I won’t catch anything if I removed the condom…” “??” “I have trouble to keep it on… it is larger than I expected… and at home, well with my wife we don’t use any…” “???!” A stealther! That’s what came to my mind! A straight guy in a gay bathhouse… a straight guy who doesn’t fuck guy… a married guy who cheats on his wife with a gay guy… who gets convinced pretty easily… a condom-evangelist to bareback fuck! All the signs were there! In an afterthought, Magoo wouldn’t have conceded his privilege to fuck me first, spewing his poz load in me first… or would he? Only to get me stealthed? Nah… “Sure, no risk” I sighed, “I haven’t had a fuck for over a year, only my hand” he didn’t need to know about Mickey. If he knew, he didn’t say anything. Condom on the floor, Luke fucked me good now. He was looking at me. “Oh fuck! I didn’t know it would be so warm like…” he interrupted himself embarrassed by what he was going to say. I read enough stories and fuck guys a few times to know that asses have nothing to be ashamed of pussies. Three, four, five long and thick spurts of cum landed on my torso, followed by two smaller ones right on my cock. Damn hot! Luke almost fell off the bed. I got him to lay down next to me. My cock was resting against his abs exposing obscenely the size difference between his soft cock and my hardon.

Before Covid I travelled a lot and always wanted to visit the horsemarkets in Germany. In 2017 I had the opportunity to combine a work trip with some pleasure and as it worked out managed to visit two horsemarkets, one in Hamburg at one of my fav clubs "The Slut Club" and the following weekend in Mannheim but can't recall the name of this one. The standard procedure is for the mares (bottoms) to arrive at the club, strip (only shoes / boots and harness allowed) get a hood fitted (white for safe sex and red for raw) leaving your nose and mouth uncovered to suck cock and breath poppers and then have their hands loosely tied and be led by a stall helper to a spot in the club where you wait for the stallions who are allowed to enter after 1 hour of the mares arriving. The stallions then walk around looking at the mares and can fuck any they want to. The stallion may take you somewhere else, like to the sling of fuck bench and use you, you are not allowed to refuse any top (unless they are getting too rough / violent in which case you call a stall helper) otherwise anything goes. I had a great time at both markets getting fucked and fisted, as mentioned in previous threads not all the tops will cum as they save themselves but I got plenty of cock in my ass and fisted the once all whilst wearing a red hood and sniffing poppers. Would love to have gone slammed up but as travelling I didn't have any t or gear with me...If you can I would recommend going, nothing to be scared of and you will be looked after by the friendly staff.

This is kind of an odd question, in my opinion. When talking specifically about fucking, or being fucked and bred, it doesn't enter my thought processes. It's more a case of "I'm horny, I want to be stuffed full of cock. Hey, he looks hot, I'm going to try and seduce him.". It really is that animalistic and instinctual. Political views and identity groups don't really enter into sex for me, if it's just sex. The attraction is what matters, not race/nationality, age, body weight, religion or politics. Even gender, although I consider myself Gay, and definitely feel the strongest lust for Men, I can be flexible. I had sex with Women when I was younger and if there was an attraction, I probably would again. Trans also, if the chemistry/attraction is there (preferably pre op MTF or XD though) In a dating situation or relationship, however, I would consider my partners political views and/or world view, for sure. I live in New Zealand, and it's very common here for LGBT people to be leftists, and I am no exception, although, that's more a coincidence than just being a lefty because I'm a homo. NZ is essentially a Neoliberal Social Democratic nation. We don't have bipartisanship as such, but the closest comparison would be our National and Labour parties, being Neolib Blue (Centre-Right wing) and Neolib Red (Centre-Left wing) respectively. There is a little bit of tribalism in some circles about it, although that seems to be changing slightly, as we also have an MMP system in Parliament, so there are a myriad of lesser number member parties, representing different groups, from Environmental Conservation and protection, to Native identity (Maori and Pasifika groups), and Libertarians, Centrists, Christians and Conservatives. As I mentioned earlier, I consider myself a leftist. That basically means, that economically speaking, I support Social Welfare and UBI or Government Job programs, and Govt control of all public sectors, such as Healthcare, Education, Policing and Infrastructure, and regulatory commissions for both local and multinational companies. I also support, and have voted for our Green Party on numerous occasions, as Environmental issues are high priority imho. Socio-politically, I consider myself a progressive, which should be of no surprise to most, so, I do clash with people who don't entirely share these views sometimes. If I were living in America, I would probably identity as a Democrat.

I'd want a bottom high sex drive slut like me. I'm a top and never get enough ass. I'd be fucking my bottom, having other tops, bottoms and vers guys join us. Groups, 3 ways and sex club fucking. There is nothing better than a wet hole to fuck and breed and it would turn me on to know my bottom has loads inside. We could go to sex clubs and bookstores and resorts together for me to find asses to fuck and breed and for him to get dick. I have also thought about 3 in a relationship. Me as the top, a bottom and a totally vers guy. All of us over sexed fuckers that never get enough.

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.

Living 7 bike minutes away from a horse market club, I must say I'm not a big fan of it. Maybe it's because I'm a top and want to see the faces of my bottoms. But there is absolutely no need to be wooried when going there. People in sex clubs here are very respectful and polite in contrast to real life. Just be sure to wear a red hood, but don't expect to many loads. The guys want to fuck and unloading stops it all.

A bottom can be thankful by not getting clingy or sounding 'needy'! Or not go psycho when you after a few dips into the fertile hole move on to pollinate other 'flowering holes' craving cock-pollen... If you want more, be chill about it and act like a dude, not like a rejected woman. No love letter please!!! lol

PART 6 　 We finally got up, showered and got dressed. We then packed and checked out of the room. Then we went our seperate ways. I still had no idea what had happened nor the way I was now changed forever. I arrived home, shortly, to pick up where I had left, or so I thought at the time. I tried all week to keep things back to normal and forget about that night, but could not get it out of my mind. It had been so erotic, so intense and the best sex I had ever had in my life. I literally thought about it by day and dremt of it by night. It was driving me crazy. I fould myself in the bathroom, jacking my cock and even thrusting a finger, or two or three up my ass as I had mind blowing orgasms thinking about that night. 　 By the end of the week, I could not take it anymore and tried to call Len, but found he was out of town on business and would be gone for at least a couple of weeks more. I was devastated and in terrible need. I had heard there was an adult arcade, frequented by gay men, who went there for sex. I headed there straight from work on Friday. I had no idea what to do there actually, but purchased some lube and condoms in the front and headed into the arcade to see what would happen. I entered the first booth I came to and found a hole in the wall. I looked through, but nobody was in the other booth and then the door there opened up and a guy came in. I really had no idea what to do. He ran a finger across the bottom of the hole and I figured it must be some kind of signal, but what? I just stood there not knowing what to do. Finally I heard him whispering to me. I knelt down to listen. He asked me what I was into. I told him I wanted to be fucked. He grinned and told me he would love to. I stood up and dropped my pants and turned around as he asked. I backed up to the hole and soon felt his hand on my ass, caressing it and then rubbing my hole. He was nudging myhole, when I remembered the lube, and pulled away and haned it to him. He soon had my ass slick and his finger in me. I was tingling all over. Soon I felt another finger and then another as my breathing got faster and I was soon moaning in pleasure from his fingers slowly fucking my hole and twirling around and around opening me up more and more. After a while, he pulled his fingers out. OMG, I felt so terribly empty. Soon, though, I felt a large hard pressure against my hole and knew he was trying to get his cock in me. The feeling was intense and soon I could tell he was in me and driving in deeper and deeper. The I felt the thrusting as he started to fuck me. After about 10 minutes, it all at once dawned on me that I had forgotten to give him a condom and he was in me bare. I started to pull away to get him to put one on, when he grabbed my hips through the hole and really started to pound my ass. I almost blacked out from the sensation of pleasure that erupted from this and thrust my ass back at him hard. After a few more really hard thrusts, he drove as deep in me as he could and I could actually feel his cock pulse and wave after wave of cum erupt in my used hole and then I was cumming hard too. A few more thrusts and he pulled out, and as I turned around, he told me thanks and pulled his pants up and was out the door. 　 It took me several minutes to get composed and then I was thinking what an idiot I was to have let him use me like that and dump and unprotected load of cum up my ass. What if he had something, what would I tell my wife? I got my pants back up and got out of there to go think what the hell I was doing.

Fuck yeah, Tim Skyler must have a completely destroyed ass by now. He used to be a pretty cumdump at the time. I bet now he must make an even better fuck with all the men who ride him since then.

bring back Tim Skyler for wild group sex and Jarod Steel

I was pozzed and introduced to chem sex in a similar way , 6 years ago . Though my owner was a white british guy who gave me .5 slam first time and got me barebacked by a group of guys for free. I was kept on high for 4 days with really strong doses of tina and was used by more than a dozen tops whose faces I didnt get to see as I was blindfolded . Just felt raw cocks sliding in n out of my holes all the time . I was hooked on to meth n cum after 4th day .

The kind of birthday GIFT a boy will have for the rest of his life!

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