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After another quick shower I enjoyed watching a guy in a sling get bred. Another finger found it's way up my hole and I decided I better get prepared for what seemed inevitable. I made my way to the front desk and bought a kit to clean out. I decided I would be prepared for a safe condom fuck. As I was showering after my douche a guy I know from the choir I sing in slipped under the shower head beside me. I had never seen him naked before. He was a pretty average looking slim guy; but his dick was anything but average. How could I not have noticed the bulge this uncut dark beauty must have created in his pants. He noticed me staring, smiled and started soaping up his crotch and magnificent man meat. Clearly his intention had gone from cleaning to stroking. I watched as it proved to be not just a shower but also a grower. Not quite as thick as a beer can and at least ten inches in length. His voice broke me out of my angling trance. "I want to fuck you. Let's finish here and go to my room." He had a regular room. Bed, mirrored walls, TV screen high on one end playing bareback porn and the light on but dimmed. We stripped off our towels as soon as the door was closed. He had me lie face down. No kissing, no fondling. It looked like this would progress as straight forward as his declaration in the shower. His hands spread my ass cheeks and his tongue penetrated my hole. I realized his tongue must be as amazing as his cock by the depth he was able to achieve. His technique was slow and sensuous at times, and fast and furious at other times. I was amazed at his endurance. After five minutes I was preparing my mind and body for the onslaught of his monster fuck stick. He transitioned from tongue fuck to eating out my tender hole. What started as a tender nibbles became bites and chewing of my ass lips just below an intolerable pain level. His technique and endurance was utterly astonishing. I lost track of time so consumed by pleasure. Finally his lips and licking started to move up my ass crack. He kissed his way up my spine and began to nibble lightly on my neck. Waves of chills and trembling moved throughout my body as something started to message my outer ring. When I thought I could take no more my hole was penetrated and I snapped to my senses. "No! No, you need to wear a condom. Pull out! You need a condom!" I cried. "Relax dude, that's just a finger. Don't worry ", his calm response. "Oh ... okay. That's okay. But you'll need a condom. " "Relax dude. Let me play with this tight hole. Let me get it good and ready. " And he did. One finger led to two. Two fingers l led to three. When the fourth finger was added I thought my ass couldn't stretch anymore. Yet at the same time it felt fantastic and my moans of pleasure just kept egging him on. To my amazement he added his thumb and proceeded with a vigorous pneumatic pulsing drilling motion. I thought I would split in two as I anticipated his knuckles breaking through and that I'd be recieving my first ever fist fuck. He seemed to know the limit to pound but not break through. After about three minutes he stopped and whispered in my ear. "This ass is now ready for my monster cock." I just nodded my head. With his naked cock head pressing against my eager hole I cleared my throat. "Hmm. Um ... you are forgetting something." "Oh shit man! Do you really want one of those. My raw skin is going to feel so much better." "I know. But yes, you need to wear a condom." "Oh man, I hate those things. They make my dick go flaccid. Please! I so want to fuck this tight ass." "No, sorry. Condom or no fuck. No matter how much I want you in me. I don't know you well enough. Fuck, I don't know anyone well enough to go raw. Besides, I already had one slip up and I'm not going through that worry again. Suite up or I'll have to ship out!" "Okay! Okay!" He was clearly frustrated. "Role over and put your legs up. I want to eat your ass as I put this on. Then I want to fuck you missionary and see your face as this monster breaches your fortress." His excellent ass eating resumed as I could hear him wrestle with the package and condom. As quick as it started it ended and I could see him looking down in distress. "It broke." He tried again and that one broke as well. I asked if he'd brought any extra large and he confessed he didn't think he'd need them. I tried to role the next one on and had better luck. He started to ease into my hole and it hurt like hell. I took deep breaths, urged him to add more lube and pleaded for him to go slow. When he was three inches in I felt the rubber snap hitting my inner gut walls. Clearly he was too big for the regular condoms the bathhouse provided. The pain in my but was both excruciating and exhilarating all at the same time.

Him: "do you have a rubber?" Me: "No, I can just suck you off" I get his cock really hard & wet. Him: "Damn, I want to fuck your ass" Me: "OK, fuck it. Just pull out when you're gonna cum" few mins later ... Him: "fuck, I'm gonna cum man!" Me: "fuck yea man! dump that big load. Fill that ass up!" His bare cock dumps cum up my hole. Him: "oh damn man, sorry" Me: "No problem. Your dick needed a warm hole." Happens everytime.

The first part of this story was true, factual account. This second part is pure fiction. In my mind it is exactly what I want to happen. One day, soon after the last part ended, I was minding my own business. I was doing my job like I am paid to do. The Boss called me and said we were going to have to work on Saturday. Normally I had weekends off. He told me to come in at 4:00pm. When I asked why we had to work on a Saturday and why we were starting so late in the day, he barked at me "if you dont want your job I can get any other faggot to come here and do it. for you, remember your employment lies strictly in my hands." I replied I would be happy to come in on Saturday at 4:00pm. Thats a better attitude, thats what I want to hear from you. Yes sir, I said. I was not really happy but I also knew his word was the most important thing to me, so who needs time off. At 3:00pm on Saturday I was getting out of the shower and getting dressed when my phone rang. He would never see but in my contacts listing his name was listed as Dom, as in Dominant. That could fool anyone looking and still give him the respect he deserves in that kind of silent way. He told me we were not going to work at the office and I was to come to his house. I started to ask why, and caught myself, asking if he would text me the address so I could put it in my navigation system. I was excited, turned on, scared, and so many other things but most of all my submissive self became alive. I got my in car quickly so I would have extra time to get there and not be late, but, also have time to scope out his surroundings. I knocked on his door at exactly 4:00pm. The door came open but no one was there. I heard a voice, his voice, say come in and sit down right there. I did and watched the door close and lock all by itself. Rather close and lock by his command. I looked around and saw a camera and speaker in the corner ceiling pointed right at where I was sitting. I stood up a minute and acted like I was tucking in my shirt and noticed the camera silently follow my moves. This gave me instant wood knowing he was controlling my every move in my first minute here. Then a voice came over that speaker and told me to go down the hall and turn left at the stairs and go up to the 3rd floor. As i got to the top of the stairs there was a table with a pipe on it that clearly had a decent size rock of crystal in it. Again the camera and speaker told me to stand there and smoke that entire bowl before I came into his office. As I took the first hit, watching the smoke do that swirl that so gets me excited, his voice said bring that in here now. I opened the door and brought the pipe and torch with me. He was sitting there with only a pair of shorts that were red and blue, and a T Shirt. I feel overdressed I said, trying to make a joke. He laughed kinda, like an obligation. Take off your shirt and sit right here, as he pointed down at the floor in front of him at his feet. I took off my shirt, leaving on the T Shirt I wore under it, and I sat down close enough to see that he had no underwear on and I was in between each leg. He propped his feet in my lap and waited to see how I would react. I think he felt the wood in my pants grow fast. I do what he says when he says it. THAT is my job. Nothing else is my job, but what he commands. Sitting there looking up at him felt so right, so like the world was in order and my place was defined. He took the pipe from my hand and grabbed the torch. shoving the bowl into my mouth saying "take the rest in this one hit." I watched the rock melt again and the smoke started to rise. "Breath it in fag finish this like a good little meth piggy." I pulled on that pipe until there was no smoke left and my lungs were going to explode. He put his fingers around my nose and squeezed with his right hand and put his left hand around my neck and gave it a slight squeeze too. As I sat there feeling my head race, my heart pounding he continued to increase the grip on my neck making sure the smoke stayed inside me. Finally he let go of my nose, only loosening his hand on my neck. I signaled, may I exhale? He nodded yes and gripped my neck tighter saying he wanted to feel what was left leave my body. I blew out hard and fast, and he said, "thats what I wanted." My face was red and on fire. He picked up a mirror held it up to my face and said, "This is what my meth pig looks like when he obeys!" and grinned an evil grin that turned me the fuck on. I looked very high but very happy. He told me to just sit there under him while he worked, and I would be doing my job. I had fantasized about sitting under his desk and did so happily, feeling my high. I did not interrupt him or speak at all, I lie down on my back and his feet were on top of me. 2 hours went by and I hadn't moved or made a sound. "I am so proud of my fag you are going to get a treat." Wondering what that could mean he opened a drawer on his desk. He took out a bag of meth, a spoon, a syringe, and a tourniquet, Now i will remind you I was new to the drug scene, but not naïve. I knew exactly what this meant and I started to get up from the floor. He simply pressed his foot on my face and pushed me back down. "Not quite as dumb as I thought. I know you have never done this, but you will be safe, I will be right here. OK?" His foot was still pressing my face on the floor, and I nodded yes. He told me to get up and sit in the chair next to his desk. My high had come down a bit, I wasn't frozen anymore. "I want you to feel the rush that a good slam will give you" "You said you wanted to be my meth pig didn't you? This is part of that. You wanted me to get you addicted didn't you?" Nervous but strikingly turned on I said Yes Sir. I watched while he melted down the rock and drew it up in the syringe. He pushed the air out and flicked the syringe several times. He sat the syringe down putting the cap back on it. I guess my face looked a little glazed. He slapped me hard on the cheek, which made me come alive. "I am going to do a little and you are going to do less. Just a small amount to start." "Relax and let me take you somewhere you have never been before." He said in a very calming manner. "Do you trust me" I replied of course I do Boss. My life belongs to you now. I trust you 100%. I watched intently as he placed the needle in his right arm at the vein in his inside elbow. He pushed in until there was only a small amount left. Then he pulled back on the syringe until a rush of red entered the barrel, then he pulled it out of his arm, and put the cap back on the syringe. He quickly removed the band and I watched the rush come over his face. I had never seen him smile that kind of smile. I had always wondered what the big deal about sharing needles was. Now I knew. I looked at that syringe with a pale red color and craved for it to be in my arm. His needle in my arm. I had taken his load of cum, his spit, and his piss. This was a natural next step to take his blood into me. This time it would not be digested. This fluid of his would remain in my bloodstream flowing throughout my body. That idea made my dick get really hard. Never had something not sexual made me so turned on. I knew these drugs were making me crave them more. Fuck Yeah. All this was going on in my head as I watched him be so high. I sat quiet and let his high take him where he wanted. Looking at him there I realized I had never been with anyone so handsome. so attractive and so masculine. I felt honored that he wanted me , exactly the way he did. I like being his property and meth pig and mouth hole. I just stared and watched for what seemed like a long time. When he came back, he opened his eyes and looked right at me. "Are you ready? Are you scared?" He was being genuinely concerned for just a moment. I said Yes Boss. Please I want to feel what you just did. The Dom retuned to his face. "You know my blood will be in you right?" "Does that scare you". Oh hell no Sir. I want your blood in me. "isn't What If there is something in my blood" Again I said I do not care, whatever is in your blood I want in mine. "You have become such a good pig. You say the right things, you acknowledge that I am superior to you, and you do whatever I tell you to. That is the kind of pig I want to own for a very long time." "Let's do this." He put the tourniquet around my left arm tightly but not too tight. He swabbed my vein with an alcohol wipe. I watched very closely and as he started to push the needle tip into my vein, he stopped. He put his face directly in mine. "You sure?" Then he spit a big wad of spit into my eye, it ran slowly down my face. He grinned and so did I. He liked that. I felt the needle go in, It felt good. It felt like destiny. Him having another way of controlling me. I watched as the pale red meth entered my body and disappeared. It felt a little hot. I felt VERY hot and turned on. He removed the needle recapped it and set it down. Holding my left hand he said "be ready for the ride of your life." He pulled off the band and kept my hand in his. All of a sudden I got even more warm and my mind went into what I can only describe as overdrive, I kept my eyes open I was afraid to close them that I might tumble into some abyss. Staring only at his face, all these memories of every encounter we had were coming at me like a movie reel. All the smoking meth, all the dirty pig sex. Even my interview with him I was so nervous because he was so hot. In this thought I wasn't nervous but confident. He stood up. but it looked like slow motion. He pushed me to floor on my knees. He placed my face into his shorts. The smell, that smell I remembered well was there but much stronger. I just breathed it in. I put my arms around his waist and placed my hands on his ass. His shorts were still on. He didnt make any sudden moves. He asked me "Do I liked being his meth pig." I couldn't really find my voice. He said "dont talk" so I just nodded, but I pushed my face into his crotch harder. "Ahh you do" "Now you are my slamming pig. do you like that?" This time I looked up at him straight in his eyes. I struggled but found the words to say Thank you Sir. Even in my high I will never forget that look of satisfaction on his face. He was very pleased with himself and I was loving every minute of this. No more words were spoken and I sat there on my knees with my face in his crotch for an eternity. My mind came around again and I was feeling like I was waking up. I noticed he had placed me back in my chair and I hadn't even noticed. He was there, looking at me. Smiling like the Cheshire cat. "Well how did you like that my faggot?" You opened up something in me that I never had felt, that I never knew. I fucking loved it. When can we do that again? I asked. "Not so fast new slam pig, I have other plans for tonight that you are going to love, and if you dont love it you will tell me you do, isn't that right homo?" I will love whatever you tell me to love, Sir. "Goddamn right faggot." To be continued...............

I needed a drink. It had been another crappy week at work plus ever since my boyfriend and I had broken up a month ago I haven't had sex other than being intimate with my right hand, let alone go on a date. So I was really looking forward to meeting some new guys to have fun with. This Friday night was still a bright sunny spring day and had a good crowd of hot men milling outside the Soho gay bar chatting, smoking and generally checking out who is going in and out. Quickly entering and on the hunt, I made my way inside, started looking around for tonight I fancy someone different, someone edgy and dangerous, a guy or guys I want to ‘get down dirty with’ but it was a little overwhelming at first: the banging music and crowded bar made it already a hot and sweaty atmosphere as I squeezed my way through the throng and found a spot at the end of the bar then waited ages before the bartender eventually asked for my order, the wait did however enable me to see where people were and that I was stood next to the steps down to the toilets…! The heat in such a confined space made me gulp down my beer in double quick time then spent about 10 minutes of just looking around at men of all shapes and sizes, some were touching each other a lot and I could just see off in one dark corner two guys kissing one another and openly feeling each other up and then one of them pushed the other down into his crotch! Fuck I was horny and frustrated now making my ass twitch excitedly wanting to be filled rough and hard. I was about to order a second drink when I saw HIM, this huge man, fantastic thick but well-trimmed beard, white shirt straining to contain his rippling muscles and showing a hint of tattoos sprouting from his collar and cuffs. It looked like he was walking right towards me through the crowd of sweaty, drunken, horny guys so I flashed him my brightest smile and he responded with a nod. It was just like in a film, as if it was just him and me in the room, by the time he was standing next to me my lean 6'1" frame looked child-like against him. Not only did he appear to be 40ish but he wore his status with pride; the hair on the side of his head was shaved to show off his what looked to be a fresh Scorpion tattoo and as I looked him up and down I couldn’t help but notice he was definitely sporting a bulging packet in his tight trousers. I couldn’t help but lick my lips wishing they were around his cock this instant. Although I would never consider myself a “Chaser” I couldn’t contain myself. "Do you want to go somewhere for a little fun?" I asked. He didn’t speak, just nodded to the right indicating going downstairs to the Gents toilets. “I need a piss” I announce and headed down the stairs and once inside the stench of stale piss from the open trough made my nostrils flare, the dank wet floor already had cum splats showing fresh activity and the dirty sink just added to the sleaziness of this coupling. I stood waiting and right on cue in came Mr Big. There was no foreplay or kissing just a simple instruction, “On your knees boy and suck.” He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down onto the floor so his 9 inch or so looking cock was right in my face, I press my nose in the growing crotch then quickly unbuckle his belt, pull the zipper down to release about 9 or 10 inches of hard throbbing muscle. He glanced down, "Get to work boy, I want to try out my new toy." "Suck my cock fag?" he demanded with a sneer looking me straight in the eyes. . "Yes sir. Please let me suck it," I beg feeling the heat off his cock and inhaling the musky scent of this alpha male as his heavy bull balls hang low dangerously full of toxic cum ready to change my status in one rough fuck. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he set his dick on my tongue. It felt so soft against the inside of my mouth. I started to go to town sucking and licking his thick cock. I only took it about half way at first because it was so massive. I kept twisting my mouth all around his dick while I licked the head with my tongue. Once I had warmed up to it he grabbed the back of my head and began to force his dick further and further into my throat. "You're gonna take it all the way you little faggot," he said as he got increasingly more aggressive with every thrust as he pushed his dick further down my throat and each and every time I gagged. When he finally got it all the way down my throat he kept it there for a few seconds. I couldn't breathe and I tried to pull away but his grip was too tight. Finally, he let my head go. As he pulled out I coughed up a huge amount of saliva which ran out of my mouth and down my shirt. He did that again several more times, each time holding my head there longer and longer. At one point he had his cock jammed down my throat for what felt like an eternity without letting me breathe. I panicked thinking I was going to pass out. After the last time he pulled out there I was kneeling on the wet floor gasping for air snot, spit and saliva running down my face. "Get up bitch," he ordered, "Get in the cubicle, I don’t like an audience." And as I stand I begin to undo my belt, but obviously not fast enough for him as he rips at my trousers with fly buttons pinging in all directions. “Now get in there.” "Yes sir. I want you to teach me who's boss." "That's right faggot. You'll never forget me." He started rubbing my ass cheeks and slaps my head down into the cistern. I see stars and instantly feel a metallic taste in my mouth. "Don't move boy. You need to learn to take it and my dick is getting a little impatient to sample the goods, you ready to get fucked faggot?" he asked. "Yes sir, please fuck me raw," I was getting so turned on knowing I was finally going to be fucked. He pushed the head of his cock into my waiting hole and I could feel it stretching to allow it inside. "Oh shit," I yelled, "It hurts so fucking much." "Shut the fuck up and take it boy." I had never had something this big up my ass without spit or lube and being fully opened up first and yet I could feel my hole stretching to its limit to accommodate this intruder. "Stop please I can't take it," I begged, knowing how futile that request was going to be and that he would just push in further. Sure enough, he ignored my begging. He bucked his hips, pushed in another inch before pulling almost all the way out just leaving the head inside my pulsing hole but it was only empty for a second because he slammed his cock right back into my hole. This time the pain intensified as he slid his cock all the way up my hole and I could feel his balls slap against my ass. "Oh my god, you're so fucking big," I said trying to ignore the fire I felt in my hole. "You like having a hard cock shoved up your ass little slut?" he asked. "Yes sir, it feels so fucking good,” I lied, “I want you to destroy my hole." "Well since you insist," he replied and started to frantically fuck my hole. Over and over he forced his throbbing dick into my now not so tight hole and it was either his pre-cum or my ripped-up chute bleeding that lubricated the assault and the pain eased into pleasure. When he pulled all the way out my hole stayed open even with the absence of his cock until he slammed in hard until his bull balls slapped against my ass. "Yeah, fuck me harder sir. I don't want to be able to walk straight afterwards." The dirty talk was turning us both on so much. "What do you want boy?" "I want you to cum Sir" I replied. "What do you want from me?" "I want you to breed my ass Sir." “No, I saw you staring at my tattoo, so go on, say it slut!” “Breed my hole with your charged cum, Poz me, knock up my slut hole, I want it, no, I need it NOW!” As soon as I said that he started fucking me even harder. My swinging back and forth shins hitting the porcelain bowl, my face pushed in to the cistern just added to the force of his thrusts as I had nowhere to go. I felt like his cock was stabbing direct in to my stomach. He grabbed my straining hard dick in his hand and began jacking it frantically. It didn't take seconds for the pressure in my balls to release. "I'm cumming!" I moaned as I shot a huge load all over the toilet seat and wiped it up with my fingers then licking them clean. As my sphincter clamped down on his shaft with each spurt of cum from my cock he asked "You ready for my load faggot?" "Yes Sir, shoot it up my ass. I'm ready for it." "Ahhh! Fuck. Yeah. Here. It. Cumms" he announced leaving gaps in the statement as he punched in on the inward strokes, then moaned as I felt his dick twitch and release its load into my hole, spurt after delicious spurt, four or five distinct pulses and then he started fucking hard all over again. "Fuck yeah, pushing it in deep" he said as he let his cock empty the last drops of poison into me. That was by far the best fucking I had ever had. "Don't let any of my cum fall out of your ass boy. I want you to leave it in for a good while," he said as he pulled out of my gaping hole only to use the blunt head of his cock to push back in any escaping cum. “Now clean me up like a good faggot should.” I lick and slurp any cum and ass juices off his still rock-hard dick and then pay particular attention to his piss slit to feast on any dribbles of Poz cum coming out. He popped his cock back in his pants, zipped up and was out of the door and as I gathered my clothing, ripped and piss-soaked trousers I realised I had more than these as a souvenir of this fucking. As I was getting dressed I felt so much pain from both the rough fucking and clenching of my ass cheeks to keep his load in my battered ass it was then that I noticed something in my pocket. He had slipped a piece of paper in my pocket with his number on it in case I wanted to meet up again for a repeat. I had to call a cab to take me home because there was no way I would have been able to walk and saved his number in to my mobile. When I got back to my flat I took off my trousers and pants and noticed a mixture of blood and cum was leaking out of my hole. I immediately got hard again and spent most of the night jacking off to the memory of what had just happened before I fell asleep hoping to feel that big dick battering my hole again real soon.

You risk Hep C, and every other STI, every time you fuck raw, top or bottom. Yes, there are levels of risk, depending on your position and how rough you play, but the risk is there regardless. Do not bareback if you don't want to accept this risk.

If I am going to fuck you I WILL be dumping my load deep in your guts - No condoms and no pulling out. It is as simple as that!

Before bb became ubiquitous I’d always make sure I’d doctored the condom so it would split inside me - or tell them before they put it on just tease me first. Anything to get that load.

It's funny how gay guys fantasize about hooking up with a straight guy as so often its because they want to get fucked by a straight guy and take the load that should go to their wife or GF. I've got a regular fuck bud where its the opposite; Jason loves getting fucked and can't get enough of it. You'd never think he'd be the type too as he's a typical Texas redneck/white trash boy, middle 20s, cute face and piercing blue eyes with a beard but no mustache. Average defined body, no chest hair and some ink here and there but sounds country and looks it too in his Carhart gear that all straight boys seem to wear. You'd never know he takes it up the ass to look at him, but he's married and has a kid. I thought he was putting me on when he messaged me, but we met up and he was as real as it gets. He likes that I don't judge him and what he wants. I get it. I play with enough bi and straight guys to know they're just as much on a spectrum of sexual needs and kinks as gay guys. Its tough as he can rarely host so a lot of it is car play or bathrooms but neither of us minds. This Sunday his wife was gonna be at her parents so he had his place free for us to fuck. He asked me to bring some towels to lay down so we didn't leave a mess behind and said he'd message once his son took a nap. I got the message around 1 to come over and got there as quick as I could. His son is almost two and there's something kind of weird about having a baby monitor in the room where you're about to fuck someone's husband. We started out where he didn't want any emotional connections like kissing but that quickly went out the window and we make out like crazy when we fuck. He'd also said he had no desire to fuck guys and didn't get hard for guys but as time has passed he's wanted to fuck me sometimes and I've gladly let him. Its clear we both have feelings for each other no matter how much we try to deny it. Its funny as he also is very open about other guys fucking him as well and I passed along the contact for this horsehung ex-con and they're regularly hooking up and there's two straight guys he "has beers with" on Fridays after work. He's shown me photos of the two guys and I would love let the trashy blonde guy drill my hole all he wants. I get to his place and bring in the towels and we're off to the bedroom where he strips the sheets off the bed and lays the towels down so we can fuck. He's frantically stripping as he's pulling the sheets off and I strip down too and it isn't long before he's on his knees sucking my cock. Its funny how good he is at giving blowjobs for a straight guy. He admitted early on he came to love the taste of cum giving blowjobs to guys in HS to get them ready to fuck them. He never really liked sucking cock or how guys cocks tasted but knew he had to if he wanted to get them hard enough to fuck him. I kind of laugh inside as I can easily get hard enough to fuck him as I'm turned on by his body and face, not to mention knowing I can fuck him raw and cum inside him. I love hearing him loudly beg for my cock and cum, yelling for me to cum inside him. He works construction with Latinos and admits about how he fantasizes about having sex with them but he's too worried to act for fear of getting caught. He's admitted to picking up Latinos on the street, hanging out at Home Depot or the Latino market and letting them fuck him, which is hot as shit. I'm getting aroused pretty quickly and tell him I'm ready and we move to the bed. He doesn't like using the same lube he uses with his wife and wants easy clean up so we usually 'spit and stick' when we fuck, not that I mind. He admitted he was fucked earlier by a neighborhood kid who did a quick dump and run while his kid watched TV and that I should be able to get in him easily. He was on his back looking at me with desire and I put his legs over my shoulders and plunged in him. He wasn't kidding as the kid's cum was still in his ass and I slid in with ease, his eyes going wild with delight. I was so turned on knowing he'd already been fucked that I had to pace myself and hold back as I didn't want to cum too quickly. I know Jason loves getting fucked and wants it to go on for a while and I like giving him what he wants. I also like him crying out in pleasure, talking dirty, and saying how much he loves taking my cock and wants my cum. All of this works me up to pounding his hole hard, pulling almost all the way out and slamming hard and deep inside him as he's crying out for me to cum inside him. I give him what he wants, a shuddering, intense, spasming orgasm and I know I shot a huge load inside him and can he's saying how he could feel it and what a huge load it was between pants. He tells me how much he liked it rough and that he wants me to really pound him hard on the next load. He repositions us so he's bent over the bed, feet on the floor and I'm behind him doggy style. I give him what he wants, an unrelenting pounding, choking him around the neck as I'm slamming him with my cock as hard as I can and he is moaning like crazy begging for me to cum in his ass. I'm guessing he gets it this way often from guys and loves taking their cocks and loads without having to look them in the eye. I give him my load letting out a loud groan and he tells me if I want his load to take his place. I pull out quick and bend over the bend and can feel him spit on my ass and felt him force his cock in me rough and hard. Part of me wants him to take his time, but part wants him to cum quick as its hurting so much. Its hot I worked him up so much fucking him that he wants to fuck me and I love that I'm getting his seed instead of his wife. He isn't at it long before he cums inside me with a groan, an intense burst I can feel. He slapped me on the ass and jumped up on the bed, thumpping on it for me to come up and join him. We both laid there on the bed for a while, kissing each other deeply and intensely while caressing each others bodies and looking into each others eyes. I feel things with Jason I know I shouldn't feel and I wonder if he's feeling the same but can't allow myself those thoughts. He's married and has a kid. He and I can't have what he and his wife have. I'm just here to give him what he needs. That he fucked me was chance and a sign that he does have feelings for me sexually. He admits to how glad he was that his wife wasn't here and that we could have time to spend together. I try hard to let go of my nervousness and fear his wife will come in and catch us, but that's really more his problem and not mine. He starts grinding his hard cock on me and smirking at me and I ask him what he's thinking. He admits to being horny again and tells me to roll face down. I do as he says and I can feel his cock entering me again. I wish he could face me and look in my eyes when he fucks me but I'll take what I can get. Its weird how he says nothing when he fucks me but I can live with that especially when he gives me his load. He's told me I'm the only guy he fucks and he loves fucking me as I don't make him wear a condom. I guess its a compliment but I never know what to say. In fact I'm always surprised when he wants to fuck me as he says he's not into guys, but I guess getting fucked makes him horny. Still that makes me wonder if that's something he just says and that he breeds the "guys he has beers with" after they take turns drilling his ass. But I try not to overthink it and soon he blasts another load in me then flips me over to ride my dick, leaning down to kiss me and look in my eyes as he rides my cock. He's riding me a while as I take in his body: his tiny little nipples, his tats, his neatly trimmed beard, his uncut dick flopping around as he rides me, and his piercing blue eyes. Its easier to take my time to cum having shot twice already and he's riding me for all he's worth, which is what he loves. I finally can't hold back anymore and let loose another load inside him. He collapses down on my and I can feel my cock slowly slip out of his ass. We laid there for a while holding each other. His son started making some noises the baby monitor picked up and he quickly threw on shorts to go in and check him. When he came back I said I should get going and asked him to let me use the shower. He said that was cool and I could tell from his phone he was on Grindr chatting with a guy and could hear the pings from the shower. I finished up and he asked me to keep an eye on his son while he quickly showered. I checked his phone, and sure enough he was chatting with a hot Anglo guy in his 20s who was on his way. Scrolling through the chat I saw that Jason had asked if he barebacked and the guy did and wanted to bareback Jason. While I was a little sad he wanted to get fucked more, I understand Jason as I'm the same way. I love getting fucked and can't get it enough. That he was going to take anon seed from some guy off Grindr was even hotter. With his wife gone I imagine he's probably trying to get bred as much as he can. As he got out of the shower I grabbed my towels off the bed and thanked him for the time. Jason didn't even bother putting on clothes to see me to the door and thanked me for a fun time with a deep kiss. I left but hung out for a little bit to see if the guy showed up and he did. I watched him as he went up the stairs and knocked on Jason's door. It turned me on knowing he was about to get bred raw by another guy, his third of the day, but they'll never have what Jason and I have.

As I realized whose finger was snaking up my ass the young freshly poz bred latino popped off his inseminater, jumped off the bed, and backed onto my raging hard on. This happened so quickly it took me a minute to realize I was about to be sandwiched into a bareback threesome fuck. By this point the scorpion tattoo cock was pushing at my hole. Part of me wanted to say, "What the hell, why resist?" But instinctively I pushed the latino off my cock and bolted from the intruder behind me. I ran and refreshed myself with a quick shower. Then I sat in front of a bank of porn screens to collect myself and calm my heartbeat. By now it was clear to me I was not going to be satisfied by just watching guys have sex. I figured the easiest and safest way to proceed would be to get to the 'slurp ramp' and suck on a cock or two. That area of the bathhouse was particularly crowded, with almost wall to wall guys that I needed to manoeuvre my way into. Some were reaching and touching my junk through my towel. Some were offering to suck me; but, I knew I needed a hard cock in my mouth. I came upon a handsome Asian guy whose eyes clearly communicated, "Do me." So I just squatted down right there in the crowd, removed his towel and sucked his five inch erection into my mouth. It wasn't large but it was hard and felt good to be taking part in the action. Looking up to check his response I saw his head thrown back. Clearly he was enjoying my ministrations. It was not long before I was rewarded with his salty sweet load. I happily gobbled it down not missing a drop. I stood, we kissed and thanked each other, and we moved on. A standing stall with glory holes at head level was empty. One load in my gut called for more so I hastily moved inside and closed the door to the tight mingling crowd. Within thirty seconds a beautiful eight inch veiny cock penetrated the hole and was instantly down my throat. It took a number of practice runs to get my gage reflex under control but I was determined and persistent. As five minutes of vigorous face fucking passed I began to question my skills. My top seemed no closer to orgasm. Reminding myself he hadn't left I doubted my efforts and pace. I reached up and took a firm grasp of his loose hanging ball sack. Bingo, his balls started to pull up inside his body. Within a minute rope after rope of sweet jism was being pumped directly down my esophagus. Almost before I could recover the next dick appeared. I collected two more loads down my throat and was well on my way to a third when I realized in my haste I must have not latched the door to my cubicle. I noticed hands spreading my ass cheeks followed by a warm mouth staring to eat out my hole. This felt utterly fantastic and all signals seemed to indicate a new load in my mouth was imminent so I just let the assault on my ass play out. I was so intent on bringing off the cock in my mouth I didn't notice my rear invader stand and penetrate my first ring with his cock head. I had no intention of losing my prize so kept sucking and was immediately rewarded with a mouthful of bitter yet tasty cum. By now two inches of raw cock was up my vulnerable hole. I turned to see who was invading my rear guard and sure enough it was the handsome hunk with the scorpion tattoo. His raw cock felt so good in my super tight hole I allowed him to push in another inch before I remembered that I had not cleaned out because of my promise to just watch. I pulled off his cock and bolted once again!

I was horny today and had scheduled a fuck session with a fuck bud I see sometimes. About 45 min before we were going to meet at a cheap motel he sent me a message that he was having an issue and couldn't meet at the hotel. He wanted to know if I could breed him at the local ABS. I said yes, I was horny and would be glad to seed his hole through the GH. I went to the local bookstore but because of Covid they are making people wait. Only a few guys allowed back to the booths at a time. They give you a number and you have 15 or 20 min to get off and leave or they call your number to come to the front. It sucks but around here there is limited access especially since other ABS and theaters have closed. I got my tokens and went to the back. I went to a booth with a nice glory hole and dropped coins. Soon another guy was on the other side. He dropped his pants and I could see his ass. I wanted that hole. I dropped my pants and stroked my dick. I put it into the hole and a mouth sucked it inside. Warm wet tongue on me. I was in heaven. I needed it so bad. Suddenly his mouth was gone and I felt his ass up against the hole. I played with his ass hole for a minute. It was wet and warm. I rubbed my cock on his ass. He pushed back and I aimed my dick to line up to his hole. I shoved inside and he pushed back. My cock rock hard at this point. I fucked that wonderful hole and pounded his insides. I just wish I could have grabbed his hips so I could slam it deeper. I fucked and fucked. I stopped and pushed my cock deep inside and when I started fucking again I felt my orgasm shoot inside his hole. He pushed back and I pushed inside deeper. My cock softened and I slipped out. I was short on time so I left the booth. As I was about to leave the other guy came out to leave also. I was shocked it wasn't the bud I thought I was meeting to fuck and breed. It turned out to be another fuck bud that I haven't seen in awhile. Hot latin dude. Great ass. We left together and laughed at the fact that both of us were fucking through the GH and had no idea it was the other. He said he was keeping my load in him for as long as possible till he got home. He wanted it to absorb inside. We were talking in the parking lot and this hot guy came out of the place. He walks around us and goes to his car to leave. My bud said he got a load from this other guy and it was mixed with mine. We have talked about getting a cheap hotel for day and fucking our brains out. He wants to invite others to join. Sounds like fun. I'd love to find a couple vers guys that love giving and taking! HOT afternoon today!

Part 5 The rest of what was left of the weekend was spent naked in Colt's bed, smoking weed, cuddling, kissing, and I never wanted it to end. But it had to end, and Monday found us back in school. 2nd period was a total waste. We had history together and I dont remember a thing that Mr. Koon said that day. I sat right behind Colt and couldn't take my eyes off of his body. I stared at his big, strong arms, remembering how they had been wrapped around me, holding me tight. He'd move them and I would catch glimpses of his pit hair, my dick getting hard as I thought how badly I wanted to bury my face in them again, licking them, breathing in his smell. His smell. I had never noticed it before, but sitting behind him, when I leaned forward I could smell him. The smell of his light, manly musk made my cock hard and leak precum into my boxers. When the bell rang and brought me back to the real world, Colt turned around and said, "Meet me by the auditorium at lunch." Then he smiled at me and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Lunch break found me waiting by the auditorium doors. Colt came striding down the hall looking like the absolute god he was in his sleeveless t-shirt and skin tight wranglers, his black cowboy hat on his head. My eyes fell to his bulging crotch and I felt my mouth water knowing what was down there. He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention and opened the door. I followed him like a bitch as we stepped into the darkness. Once we were inside, he grabbed me by the front of my shirt and roughly pushed my back into a dark corner before his huge body covered mine locking our lips together. "Oh baby." He moaned in between frantic kisses. "I can't stop thinking about you and your hot mouth. Suck my cock bitch." He said as he tried pushing me to my knees. "What? Here? We can't!" I panicked. "Someone will see us!" "Nobody's gonna come in here babe. I promise. Come on, do it for me. I need it!" As if almost in a trance, I sunk to my knees as Colt unbuckled his pants, fishing out his half-hard monster. I let out a little sigh as I got a whiff of his crotch. I took him into my mouth as he softly moaned. "Oh yea baby. That's my little bitch. Suck your brothers cock. Take out your cock bitch. Jerk off while you suck me." Without even thinking twice, I instinctively undid my jeans and took out my own rock hard cock. I fisted myself as Colt held my head and fucked my mouth. "Take my cock bitch. Take it in your whore mouth." He whispered as he pounded my face and I pounded my dick. I was so turned by the danger of what we were doing, I was already close to cumming. Apparently Colt was as turned on as me because it wasn't long before he was panting, "Here it comes baby. Here comes my fucking load. Swallow it you slut!" Then his cock exploded in my mouth, filling it with his hot, creamy jizz. As soon as he blew his load into my mouth, my own cock shot off, spraying my cum on the auditorium floor. After I had swallowed every drop of Colt's precious cum that I could, he pulled me up and kissed me deeply. "I love the taste of my cum in your mouth, you dirty little pig." He said after he pulled off of me. "See you next period. Go out those doors." He said pointing to a different exit on the other side as he quickly went out a different set of doors. Next period we both had Trigonometry and our desks were next to each other. And even though I had just cum, sitting there next to Colt with the taste of his load still fresh in my mouth, my cock stayed hard in my jeans. He looked over and saw me staring at him, and he slowly licked his lips. I just smiled as I looked into his eyes. After school we could barely get to my house fast enough, the safest as my parents worked late. We were kissing frantically while ripping each others clothes off as we entered my bedroom. Colt pushed me back onto my bed as he grabbed my jeans and pulled them and my underwear off me, exposing my hard cock. "Yea, you like that, dont ya you little slut. You like to be treated rough. You like a man to take charge of you." I just layed there, panting in lust as Colt finished taking his clothes off, his own big hard cock sticking straight out. He grabbed the lube out of my night stand and slicked up his cock as he crawled between my legs, spreading them apart. Then he put one elbow by my head and lowered his face to mine as his other hand guided his cock to my hole. He started to push into me and pain flashed through my body. After the crazy weekend, and had come down from the drugs, my ass was as sore as fuck. But Colt didn't care. I looked in his eyes and I saw a hardness I had never seen before. Not anger, and certainly not lust, just a cold, empty stare. He gave a hard thrust, and half of his monster ripped into me. I cried out in pain. "Yea baby, let me hear you." Colt said in a cruel way. "Let me hear my little bitch as he takes his brothers big cock in his beat up pussy. Come on you little whore, do it! Scream for me!" He demanded as he forced the rest of himself deep into my bowels. It's not like he really had to tell me to do that, it came naturally. "Aaaaggghhh!" I cried out as my aching ass was split open. "Oh fuck Colt." I whined as tears ran down my face. "Oh yea." Colt growled. "That's what I like. That's what I wanna hear. My little bitch as he takes my cock!" Then he started fucking me, strong and hard, using his phenomenal ab muscles to pound my poor hole. I just wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight, letting out grunts and gasps as his dick hammered my prostate. "Oh yea." He continued as sweat dripped off him. "Your pussy's so good. Best pussy I've ever fucked. It's my pussy now. I own it. I own your nasty little faggot hole, you little whore." I have to admit, in spite of the pain, the way he was treating me was turning me on. He was just using me as a hole, and my rock hard cock proved I loved it. So much so that when he let out a primal yell and started dumping his cum into me, I shot off like a rocket. I practically saw stars as my aching ass was filled with his seed and my own cock spurted like a fountain between us, coating both of our stomachs in a hefty, teenage load. Colt collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, his cock still buried inside me. After about 30 seconds, he moved so his face was over mine, his eyes still hard and cold. Then I felt it. A warmth began to fill me up and I realized Colt was pissing into me. As soon as I opened my mouth to say something he covered it with his hand. "Sssshhhhh." He silenced me, his eyes never leaving mine." Just let it happen bitch. I said I own you and I meant it. Your gonna be my little piss bucket as well as my cumdump. That's a good boy, just take it." I should have been grossed out, but I wasn't. Just like everything else Colt had introduced me to, it turned me on. I began to lick his hand as the warmth spread deeper and deeper into me. He removed his hand and started to kiss me, and as usual, I just melted into him, giving myself over to his magnetic power. When he finally finished pissing, he pulled out and I struggled to hold all of his fluids inside me. "You better go empty yourself." He said with a gentleness that had been missing during our fuck. He laughed as he watched me walk gingerly out of my room to the bathroom, piss running down my legs. I marveled at how much there was as I sat on the toilet, feeling a little sad I couldn't keep it all in me. He was ripping into the bong when I returned. "You ok?" He asked as I sat on the bed next to him. "Yea, I am." I answered. And I was. I mean, I already knew Colt liked it rough sometimes, so I shouldn't have been surprised when it entered our relationship, or whatever the fuck it was we had. "Good." He said as he kissed me tenderly. "You think you can give it as good as you take it?" I just looked at him as I ripped on the bong. I exhaled a big cloud of smoke in his face, and just smiled. "Just stay here and I'll right back mother fucker." I said as I jumped off the bed and left the room. I may not have been as experienced as Colt, but I wasn't ignorant about shit. I had the internet after all. In no time at all, I was back in my room with a handful of my old man's ties. "On your stomach faggot!" I ordered him as I stood over the bed. Colt's green eyes sparkled as he flipped over. "Yes SIR!" He said with a smile on his face. In no time I had him spread eagle and tied tightly to the bed frame. I couldn't believe how fuckin sexy that big hunk of a man looked like that, helpless, at my mercy with his perfect round ass sticking up. I dug through my laundry and found a jockstrap. With a bit of effort, I was able to squeeze out a little more piss from my ass, enough the make the pouch wet. I straddled Colt's broad back and grab those beautiful brown curls, pulling his head back. "Open your mouth faggot!" I ordered him. Then I stuffed it full with my jock and tied in place with another tie. I stood over him and just stared at the tied down god. Fuck he was hot! Part of me wanted to untie him and make sweet gentle love with him. But a bigger part of me wanted to give Colt what he wanted. All I wanted to do was make him happy, and if that meant dominating him, I was more than happy to do it. I pulled his leather belt out of his jeans and raised it up high. Then, I brought it down as hard as I could on that perfect round ass. Colt yelled into the gag as his body tensed up tight. I smiled to myself knowing I held all the power at the moment. I leaned down and whispered into his ear, "Whose the bitch now?" Colt just groaned as I stood back up and began a full assault on his ass. Over and over I beat him as he howled and struggled in his bounds. "That's right you fuckin bitch!" I growled. "You think you're such a tough man? You're nothing but a faggot pussy bitch! And I'm gonna make you cry. Cry like the little bitch that you are!" I kept up the assault as hard as I could, enjoying the site as his white globes turned pink, then red as welts appeared. The rush of inflicting this pain on the man I loved made my cock ache. Finally, after 25, maybe 30 strokes, I broke him. He started blubbering like a baby and I finally stopped the beating. Instead of feeling bad for him, I wanted him to hurt a little bit more, after all, that's what he wanted. I crawled between his legs and layed the belt on the bed next to him. I spread his cheeks and looked at the hole before me, waiting to be raped. I had decided to make him really feel it and skipped the lube. I spit on his hole a few times then placed my dick head against it. I grabbed his bull like shoulders and began to push into him. He screamed into the gag as I popped into him. But I didn't stop. Going in dry felt way different than going in lubed, but I didn't stop until I had bottomed out in him. Colt continued blubbering as I held his shoulders and began fucking him. It didn't take long before his ass loosened up a bit, and soon his tears ended and he was moaning like a two dollar whore. I pounded him as hard as I could, just like he had done to me, and soon, I was close to cumming. I picked up the belt and wrapped it around his throat. Then I grabbed his hair in one hand and the belt in the other. I pulled his head back as I pounded him. "Take that you fucking cunt!" I shouted. "You pussy ass jock piece of shit! You're nothing but a faggot cumdump whore!" As I shouted derogatory things at him and pulled the belt tightly, Colt's entire body started shaking as he let out a long groan into the gag. His ass started really squeezing my cock, and I knew the bitch was cumming. That was enough to push me over the edge and I flooded his hungry guts with another huge load from me. I collapsed onto his back, breathing heavily after yet another mind blowing orgasm. I untied his gag and pulled out the soggy jock. I saw Colt smile as he said, "Thank you Sir. I fuckin love you!"

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.

My Boy’s Tight Hole Made Me Cum Too Soon When we first started dating, my boy and I played safe with each other, me almost always topping his amazing ass. We were casually seeing a few other guys, sometimes together in hot threeways and fourways. We somehow got less sexually adventurous as we got more serious. We stopped seeing other people and started playing bareback exclusively with each other. Initially, I’d pull out to cum, but after a while, he begged for my load. He really has an incredible ass, plump and round, with a hairy hole hidden deep between the clefts of his cheeks. He liked to show off his hairy crack, and it always turned me on when he used his hands to spread his cheeks wide. The experiences he’d had with other tops taught him a lot of amazing tricks. I couldn’t help but brag to several friends about what a hot bottom my boy was, especially now that we were exclusive and playing raw. That intense hot sex lasted for months. We fucked multiple times a week, me topping him raw and loving it, nearly always cumming inside him, but sometimes pulling out to cum on his hairy hole. I love lapping my load up and tonguing it inside him. Lately though, I noticed a few changes. We used to fuck practically daily, but now it was more like once a week. Regardless, the sex was still much better than most guys could ever hope for. However, I’d noticed that when I’d get inside his hole, I’d cum way too soon for either of our liking. It was as if my cock alone and less frequent fucking had gotten his hole too tight for its own good! When my boy was seeing other people, he regularly got stretched out by a few fuck buddies. Back then, I was also regularly wearing condoms. Dulling sensation always made me last longer, keeping me from feeling just how amazing his raw silky his hole truly is. One night after a sweaty session, I fingered my boy’s hole, slick with of my own fresh load, shot too quickly. We bluntly discussed his raw tight hole getting me off sooner than either of us would have liked. He told me he might have a solution, and he’d ask Brad, a buddy at work for advice. Brad and my boy had fucked regularly before we got serious. I knew he had a thick nine-inch monster dick from a very hot, safe, threeway we’d had a few years ago. We took turns pounding my boy into the mattress, and he loved it. Brad was one of the guys who convinced him to fuck with condoms especially if he was going to regularly get dicked by multiple guys. Although we’d never discussed it, I had seen Brad’s scorpion tattoo near his groin, and I suspected he was POZ. In fact, it turned me on sharing my boy’s hole, even safely, with this sexy hung guy. As hot as one safe cock stretching out my boy was, it was super sexy when he and his partner, Jim, had taken their turn my boy’s hole. Sadly, I’d missed out on that session, but heard that they, safely, used him very well that night. I asked my boy what Brad advised, and he had suggested a three-pronged approach: 1.) Have me wear a condom to fuck my boy to lessen how good his hole made me feel 2.) Get him regularly fucked my a hung guy, or guys, who could keep his hole cored out and loose. 3.) Getting me fucked by a few hung tops so my boy could use my own stretched-out ass too, taking the pressure off me from being the only top. To be continued…

Hey, Started having gay sex about 2 months ago and it was bareback. Ever since then, all I can think about is taking loads. I’m talking all the time. After having sex with 2 guys on GRINDR I had my first gangbang with about 8 guys - all bareback. I had another gangbang last weekend and have been hooking up with about 5 guys every week through GRINDR or BBRT. It’s almost like the more loads I take, the more I want, and it keeps escalating. I’m worried about what will happen when COVID ends, because I keep on researching Cumunion, MAL, and the US horse festival (want to be the one in the red hood), and I don’t think I can control it. I’m on PREP and have my vaccinations, and I love the feeling of being a submissive slut and having my holes filled and pumped with cum. But, this seems out of control. Has this happened to anyone else? Thoughts? Lucas

True story. Many years ago. Jack ( 33 when I met him) and I was 18 and after three years living together I was going into my early twenties at the time. He was my first boyfriend and we lived at his place, pretty happily for about three years. We lived in a coastal city in a southern state. He was getting ready to move to the rocky mountains, for work and I was getting close to finishing a undergraduate university degree locally, with only a year left . So I didn't want to move away and he was moving on his own. I did love him, but I felt he was getting restless and was leaving for a better job, and I was given a scholarship to continue an advanced degree locally to start in a year, so it worked out. A month before packing house and moving to a place on campus, I visited an aunt in the midwest during spring break and on arrival home during breakfast the next morning, Jack told me that he had lunch with our mutual friend Jason, who admired Jack's manhood while they were changing for a beach swim , as Jason's apt. was near a popular tourist beach. Jack told me that Jason liked what he saw ( evidently for the first time) and informed Jack : " You know you are going to have to fuck me with that thing". Jack evidently complied with the request the week I was gone. Parenthetically, Jack let me know that Jason's dick was as surprisingly long as his, but not as thick. My response was bizarre, and puzzled me: I didn't feel sad, jealous or outraged. I felt aroused. I thought of Jack cornholing Jason , both of them grunting, likely in a doggy style position( That's what Jack liked best) and I got hard. To be sure, Jason is a kind and upbeat person with his signature mirthful laugh. He was in his late 30's and they had been friends for years before I came on the scene, although never boyfriends.While Jack's other friends were cordial, but cool torwards me, (I think because of our a noticeable age difference,) Jason was always welcoming and seemed genuinely glad to include me in barbecues, dinners, picnics and gatherings . Jason and I became friends, and even went hiking to local mangrove swamps together when Jack worked some weekends. Jason was about 38, years old looked like a shorter James Taylor. About 5'6". Always with a ready smile. I was aroused and wanted to share in the fun. It was spring and I called Jason and asked if I could come over during the week (Spring break still had one more week before ending), while Jack was at work. I'd bring a bag lunch from Jason's favorite organic lunch spot near our place. It surprised me that Jason readily agreed. considering what transpired the week before, which neither of us mentioned. There was no discussion of Jack. When I got to Jason's small apartment later that week, we decided to swim first ( before lunch) as it looked like rain was imminent. We stripped into our trunks together, or almost. I was excited and hard , as Jason touched my not insubstantial cock and sported his own 7.5" streamlined attractive member surrounded by a full brown bush. Jason looked at me and smiled and laughed his pleasantly familiar laugh and I bent down to fellate him. As I did so, he ran his hand through my hair and caressed my ear while I was licking his cock and sucking it's circumcised head. After a few minutes he laughed his mirthful laugh again and told me to stop. He got down on the wooden floor with me , kissed my lips, and informed : " You really don't know what you're doing .do you?". I wasn't sure what he meant, but he led me to the queen size bed in the middle of the studio apt. , both of us naked with our erect antennae like cocks bobbing up and down. Once on the bed, he lifted my legs high above his legs and started to suck the part of my taint between my asshole and my balls for about 6 minutes and I was in heaven. He then separated out each testicle with his mouth and sucked them each individually. The sensation was awesome. He continued on to deep throat my cock while he rolled his tounge around my mushroom head in his closed mouth until the eyes rolled back in my head. What he did next, I think changed the course of my life and my passion for mansex intensified forever: Jason lifted my legs up further and planted his tounge deep within my asshole and I yelped out loud. I almost cried with pleasure. I never experienced that nor even knew it existed ( wasn't even in porn videos or magazines that I saw.) After about 15 minutes of being rimmed, I was euphoric and my legs felt like jelly. At that point, I wanted to redeem my ( sophomoric sexual skills) with Jason. We changed positions, and I got his legs on my shoulders and rimmed him for awhile. ( I quickly discovered that rimming another man was as enjoyable as getting rimmed yourself.) I then asked if I could fuck him. He nodded and I pulled KY out of my bag and slathered it on my dick adding to the precum already there. Jason frowned and gave me a skeptical look and said " I don't think that's a good idea." He pulled out a previously opened box of Trojans from the bureau and put them on the bed. ( Did Jack fuck Jason with a condom the week before ? I didn't ask.) I begged and told Jason that I tested negative last month and only had sex with Jack for the past few years( both true). Jason laughed and relented : " Alright, Just this once." His legs were back on my shoulders and I pushed my glistening cock firmly through his tight pucker and and as it broke the first ring he was moist and inviting and warm enveloped my cock like it belonged there forever and I pushed farther balls deep, in and out and he felt amazing. His eyes were closed , and was panting audibly with a few quiet moans. He complimented : " Oh that feels good" . Which meant a lot to me as he was a good teacher of the pleasures of sex. I kissed his knee and rubbed his thighs as I fucked him and didn't last more than 5 minutes, as I started to flood his guts . I pulled out midway and jizzed ropes of cum on his chest practically to his nipples, as I wasn't sure if he wanted me to cum in him and anyway it was a hot show, if I may say so myself. Jason opened his eyes and started to laugh uproariously as if he just got the punchline to a funny joke and exclaimed: " that was fun!" I rubbed my jizz all over his belly and kissed his navel, and wiped my wet sticky hands on my own chest. He smiled at me. It was late, Jack was soon coming home to the house that we lived, in Jack and I and it was going to be about 30 minutes in traffic to drive home ,so I left the bag lunches with Jason got dressed and left quickly ( smelling like cum, sweating, with my hair tousled which was going to be hard to explain). Neither Jason nor I ever said anything about it to Jack, no need. And Jason and I never discussed what transpired the week before between Jack and himself ( no need). Jason and I continued to have "lunch" from time to time at his apt. until Jason moved to Seattle a few years later.

My arab friend just left. He came over for his weekly visit. He is mostly straight but he sure loves to breed me. And he's good at it too! We started out in the living room where he stuffed his fat dick in my mouth. Then he dragged me to the bedroom pinned me down and dumped two monster loads in me. He took a quick nap as I licked his tool clean. Them he left and left my as busted and leaking. And it's midnight. Busy day tomorrow but I can't sleep. I'm looking forward to next week.

If it's not bareback, it's not fucking and it's not happening!

ANY talk or mere suggestion of 'using a condom' would be a deal-killer! Seriously, won't even go... will make up a sudden excuse!

I like to be in a jockstrap and have my cock tucked out of the way. I rarely jack off when getting fucked and prefer to focus entirely on the tops needs. Sometime, they want to play with it and Ill always oblige, but it's for them not for me. I often leak pre-cum when being fucked and in VERY RARE cases, I'll cum. That will usually drive him over the edge as my hole spasms around his meat. I'm told my hole feels incredible when that happens. I agree, it's amazing, but I'm usually out of breath and convulsing when it happens! <oink>

Yo! I've been on this site for a while but wasn't very active until now. Y'all are hot as fuck and I'm liking what I see hahaha. My name's Joseph, I'm 25, mostly a submissive bottom. Student for the most part. Hmu

I bring a small bottle of Swiss Navy silicone lube. I lube up beforehand, and then reapply as needed. Silicone lube never goes dry or sticky, so you’ll never need the whole bottle.

I only touch my cock when I am told to do so by the top. Sometimes they want you to get off, so you can really feel the fuck. Sometimes they just get turned on by watching you stroke. Other than that, I have no real desire to play with my cock while I am being fucked. Feeling what I feel from my hole is all I need.

Part Twenty I woke up and instantly regretted it. The sunlight coming through the window hurt my eyes and I groaned as I turned away from it My entire body was sore, achy, I just felt like shit in general. My mouth was dry and my head was ringing, all the telltale signs I had been drugged. I looked over and Sammy was sitting next to my bed, a small smile on his face. “Morning,” he said cheerfully, “How you feeling?” “Like shit,” I said, even my voice hurt my ears. “Water?” he asked, a bottled water in his hands. I sat up and groaned again, “What's in it?” “Little bit of X, some GHB.” I held the bottle and just looked at him, “Why would I drink this?” He shrugged, “Cause you feel like shit and that will make you feel better.” “And fuck with my head.” He leaned forward and gave me a smile that could sell ice to Eskimos, “I don't need drugs to do that.” I felt something move in my gut and I broke eye contact with him. “Just drink it, don't be a pussy.” I wanted to fight him but he was right, I felt like shit and the x would take the edge off. Besides, I knew his game and could control myself. I took a sip and put the bottle down, “So what now?” “What do you want to do?” “You had your fun, you made your point. We're even.” “Even?” he asked, “Bitch we haven't even started.” Again I felt something twist in me when he called me bitch put I pushed past it, “What's your damage? You wanted to fuck your brothers, I gave that to you.” “Not before drugging me, fucking me, fucking me with your friend, pretty much humiliating me and making me beg for it.” “You liked it,” I shot back. “So did you,” he smiled. “What the fuck you mean?” He pulled out his phone and tossed it over, “Take a look.” My mouth went dry as I picked it up and opened the videos. There I was, one the living room floor, on my knees, mouth open as Josh jerked off. I could hear one of the guys say,” Open up cunt...get ready for your meal.” Sammy's voice asked, “You want that cum?” I nodded, looking like a dog being denied a treat. My face was already covered in cum but I seemed oblivious to it. Josh grunted, “Cumming...” and I sat up and waited. Spurts of hot cum came blasting out of his cock, spraying my face again as I desperately tried to catch as much in my mouth as I could. A flash of the saltiness danced through my mind and I felt that same feeling in my gut again. Sammy moved over to the bed, “This one you'll like...” he said taking the phone and opening up another one. I was on my back, legs spread and Chad had my vibrator in his hand. The guys had surrounded me, looking down like I was just another fucked up cheerleader we invited over to run a train on. Chad placed the vibrator to my ass and I saw myself arch my back and moan. “You want this?” he asked as he tickled my hole with the tip, “You want this?” “Please...” my voice begged, and for a second I was there, on the floor...hungry... “See?” Sammy whispered, “Looks at you beg.” My mouth was open as I watched Chad slowly push the vibrator into me as I whimpered on the screen. My head thrashed from side to side as Chad slowly fucked me with the thin vibrator. He had an evil smile on his face as he made me dance on the floor, he shoved it up there and I saw him twist the dial and I went wild. “Oh god..oh god...” I screamed, my ass slamming on the ground like I was trying to shove it in me even further. Sammy came on screen and knelt down near me, “You like that? You like how that feels?” “More...more...” I panted, sweat and cum dripping from my face. “You want more? You want a cock up there?” I was still moaning on the screen but you could see that I had paused. “Imagine it...” Sammy whispered, “How good it would feel...don't you want your pussy filled?” On screen I let out a throaty moan and in there here and now, I felt my ass loosen up and my cock twitched. “See?” Sammy said putting the phone down, “Look how much you liked it?” I couldn't move, I was simultaneously horrified by what I saw and reliving it in flashes of memory. I had liked it, what the fuck? That wasn't me..I wouldn't...I... Sammy got off the bed as I sat there in a stupor. “Look at me.” I turned and he had undressed himself. He was standing there naked, looking like a fucking Greek statue. His blond, surfer hair, the all american boy face, the smooth, cut pecs, the fucking six pac that could shred cheese...and his cock. His fucking, heavy, thick, Parker cock. Even soft it was amazing, just hanging there over his smooth, massive balls, it looked like a sleeping dragon, just waiting to be awakened. “It's simple, you said if yourself,” he said casually as his cock started to fill and enlarge, “You said men respond to the top dog, the alpha.” I just nodded as that fucking dick was over six inches and not even really hard yet, I couldn't look away. “And how do we measure who the alpha is?” he said, taking the shaft and lazily stroking himself to full hardness. The purple head of his cock was swollen and looked angry. Precum was gathering on the tip and I felt that same feeling in my gut as I just stared, hypnotized. “Whoever has the biggest cock is the alpha,” he said softly, “You said that, remember?” I nodded, his voice seeming from far away. “Look at my cock,” he said taking his hand away, letting it just sway there in front of him, the fucking donkey dick pointing straight up, smearing just under his belly button with cock snot. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen, hands down. The vein in the center pulsed and it felt like the blood pounding through his dick was pounding through my head. “So you have a choice,” he said, reaching over for the water, “Drink up, and we get down to business...” With his other hand he grabbed my chin and made me look into his eyes, “Or you never know what it feels like to be fucked by this?” He stroked his cock once hard, making his precum fly and land on my cheek. It was warm, I could smell his dick...my mouth was watering... “Who's the alpha?” he asked. Without ever taking my eyes off his cock I took the water and finished the bottle in one gulp. “Who. Is. The. Alpha?” he asked. I tossed the bottle on the ground as I felt my head start to fuzz. “You're the alpha Sammy, you are....” and I leaned forward and began to worship his cock slavishly.

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.

I was laying on my back. Legs spread apart, looking at these two, hot muscular men. They were smiling their horny smiles to me and each other. Michael took a step foreward, and approached me. He let some spit drip down on his cock, just before he placed his cockhead on my hole. He slowly inserted it into my ass, inch for inch. When he was balls deep he exhaled deeply, and started thrusting. He kept a steady rythm, fucking me. He didnt go particularily hard, nor too soft. Peter came over to me, stepped up onto the bed, sitting on my face while he made out with Michael. At this point I really enjoyed the whole scene. Peter's ass was hot, his hole was beautiful, and when felt really good when I used my tongue on it. Sitting on me, he was mostly in control, burying my face in his ass. It felt amazing eating it while Michael was fucking me. I was really their toy now. Peter was right, Michael came rather quickly. Thinking of the fact that we had been playing for hours, I was surprised he suddenly came so quick. I noticed he changed tempo and force, thrusting faster and harder. "I'm close", Michael remarked. "Fuck yeah. Fill this slutty hole with your cum. Breed him well, and ampty your balls inside him" Peter said with great energy. "Mmmmm", was all I could say from inside Peters tasty ass. "He wants your cum, Michael. He needs it, he really does. All that sperm inside him, fill him up. Give him that cum. All that you got." Peter continued. It was right. Peter was a verbal genius. It was after this that I checked out Damien Silver. No wonder Damien and Peter were friends. Continuing to be verbal, and make the situation horny as hell, Peter was almost directing the scene. Michael got closer and closer, Peter asking him to come inside me. While this was happening he moved away, and stuck his cock down my throat. I really got familiar with the taste of Peter this night. I would recognize it any day. Michael came inside me. He was thrusting, then suddenly stopped, and just pressed deeper and deeper. Leaning foreward, cramping a bit while pumping his cum into me. He moaned like nothing I had heard before. It was maybe the most satisfied sound I ever hread. Peter however, didnt take any break. He kept throatfucking me the whole time. "Hell yeeeah! Thats good, pump him full, Michael! Fill his ass with your ball juice. Empty your balls in him. Fuck yeah!!" I was horny as fuck, and had I not gagged on Peters cock, I would have begged for his load too. Michael continued some minutes with slow thrusting, just to make sure all drops of cum were inside me. Then he pulled out carefully. Peter let my throat go, and jumped off the bed. He gave Michael a kiss and pat on the back, saying "Good job. One load inside, one to go!" ...

So, I'll admit I'm a bit of an amateur at approaching homeless men. First time I did it was a huge success back in Tampa, Florida. This dude wasn't the most attractive guy but boy howdy he knew how to make me weak for him. Found him off Grindr surprisingly. Decided to pick up some beer and food from the Circle K before heading out. Clyde was his name. He was about 7 miles away from where I was staying last year. I Ubered over to a park near his spot, walked up the nature trail and net up with him. 45 6'2", a bit of a belly, some scraggly facial hair, and, reeked of cigarettes and sweat. Went back to his tent, stripped down and later up against him. Possibly one on the best cuddle sessions I had with a man. We talked about his life, his time in the service and all other things that crossed his mind. He shoved his tongue in my mouth while laying there. Made out with him for what felt like an hour or close to it. Had a condom on me but he asked if he could do bare with me. Obliged happily. For awhile, had some of the most intense sex I've had in my life. Probably came inside me well over a few times but lost count after 5. Ended up passing out on him to wake to him out of his tent smoking a cigarette. We sat together sharing a bottle of Brought him back to my hotel go get a shower, order some food off GrubHub and cuddle fucked for the rest of the evening. To this day I have yet to ever see him or hear him again and boy do I miss him. Since then been wanting to find other homeless men in Dallas or Tampa when I visit there. If there are any good cruising spots, do let me know!

It's similar to a female gspot orgasm where the tops cock has to hit a specific spot. Especially if he's not thicker than longer. I've been with some tops before that were doctors and they knew exactly where to hit and rub with the head of their cock once inside. I had never experienced it before then. The feeling was amazing. He had me lay on my back and put a pillow under my ass. I was pretty well lubed up and he slowly worked my hole open to the point where my ring wouldn't clench. I don't know what angle he was going in at but I i felt some light pressure and he told me everything he was doing at the same time. Told me not to touch my penis and that it would cum in it's own time. Fuck was he right lol. He slow fucked me for about 30 minutes and my cock was just drooling precum. He eventually cuffed my hands because i kept trying to stroke my cock. He picked up the pace when he saw me starting to get hard without even touching. i could feel my pulse in my prostate as his head kept massaging it. Anyway, when I came, i felt it building deep in my ass then felt the energy going up my cock and tightening my balls. I told him I was going to cum and sure enough my penis just started squirting one right after another. more than i usually did. he kept up the pace and practically milked my prostate with the head of his cock. he kept going until i was begging him to stop since it became more intense the longer he went but it was like i had no more cum to cum lol.

I met a super hot guy on Grindr who insisted on a rubber. I was like yeah, raw only and he coyly suggested I should trust him and come anyways. Bent me over his desk and lubed me up with thick stuff and shoved a fat gloved cock into me. I figured I’ll get the condom with the cum after he’s done and do what needs doing. About really hard four strokes in I fucking felt the latex snap and he went into overdrive. Didn’t take long for him to cum and when I turned to suck him clean, there was his latex “cock ring” with tattered latex still attached. Looking up he’s smiling like the Cheshire Cat and wiggling a jar of Vaseline at me 🙂 That was hot. B

Surprisingly I didn’t react to this topic yet, while I remember that this or such kind of option appeared here previously. Let me clear that every time and under any circumstances I don’t let the top to fuck me wrapped. Since I am a barebacker it happened only once, after the 3 months lockdown when the fact that somebody finally fuck me broke my basic principle. I take loads directly independently of the time, place and the person of the top even I have no fucking idea whose cock is in me.

Wow. This dude is straight from hell. Pig Prod, of course. Not a surprise.

I became a friend of a young male at a night club - drinking - smoking - having fun - Oh I Love Clubbing - strangers grabbing my crotch . Seem like his friends comes by at his apartment when we are alone - about having sex ! Routine been I been drinking - naked - guys slapping on condoms ready to fuck me -soon it was Great and next time I am told sniffing poppers - taking hits on a joint - then the condoms were breaking - I am being fucking Raw - loads dripping out of my hole - becoming a whore ! Some other guys must have gone through this !

In lockdown I’ve been experimenting with prostate play and bought a couple of toys specifically designed for this, an Anersos and Pure Wand. I have to say with practice the feelings are beyond my expectations, sometimes so extreme I have to stop for a rest. I don’t believe I’ve had an orgasm yet but wow it can still have me wriggling almost out of control.

jonny4dad on BBRT, Recon and twitter. Cornwall UK Just passed 16k followers on twitter. Celebrating by having my ass fucked BB by a bi trucker Daddy later.

Always raw. If I wanted rubber up my ass I'd sit on a dildo.

When getting fucked, the ONLY cock that matters is the one in your ass!

In a public playground late night. I got completely naked and laid on my belly on a swing. He loaded up my cunt then pushed me down in the sand and pissed all over me. I whimpered as I tried desperately to catch his stream in my mouth. I drank as much as I could, but was drenched and covered in sand on my walk home.

I’d say you’re going to get a fairly definitive response on this website! Yes, raw.

bareback or nothing at all

Raw, dont like using condoms anymore.

Kenny’s Dad guided Kenny around a little more. At different places either Kenny or his Dad usually got an ass pat or a cock and balls squeeze. Many other private rooms were a jar with guys in assorted actions. Both of their cocks were hard and lightly throbbing, with precum drooling out. The little blue meds from the pancakes was still working on their system, not to mention the special ingredient in the lube in Kenny’s ass. “Dad, my ass is really getting that itch inside. I need your cock to scratch it again.” “I know just the place to take you buddy.” So Kenny was guided to a room with several slings in it. It smelled of cum, sweat and a little of urine. There were three slings still open. Kenny saw all the guys in the room and lightly moaned. “Dad, shit, look at those guys over there, one is fucking the guy in that swing thing, and another has his dick in mouth at the same time. The swing thing kinda looks fun.” “He’s being spit roasted is the term. That swing thing, its a sling. You want to try one out Son?” Kenny and his Dad went over to one of two slings that were empty. One was a well used sling, with the leather being soft and worn, all the edges were blunted with good use. The leg loops had good soft wool on them as well. “Hope up there Buddy. That’s it. Now lay down, and sort of slide up. There you go. Now put left foot through that loop, and rest your ankle loop. Do it that same with the other ankle. Slide back down a little so your ass is right on the edge. How’s that feel Son? You sure look hot with your ass all spread open, that nice fuzzy patch around your hole. Reach up, and put your hands through the loops above you. Fuck, look at you all spread open. Look at those hairy pits.” “Dad, this is making me more horny, being all opened like this. I can feel the air moving over my hole, its making that itch inside become stronger.” Kenny’s Dad kneeled down to Son’s open ass, and started tonguing his fuzzy hole. Kenny’s hold started winking open more, and his Dad’s tongue slide inside Kenny. His Dad’s tongue going as deep as it could, and being fucked in and out of Kenny. “Fuck, that’s hot to watch guys. Seeing a Daddy eat out is real live Son.” The guy from the locker room was there standing beside Kenny, with his huge cock throbbing. He bent down and took Kenny’s left nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nipple following the hair all around the areola, then teasing the nip with his teeth and tongue. Kenny was moaning out loud between having his sensitive nipple being played with, and his ass having a tongue going in and out of it. “Oh fuck, Dad, please I need your cock in me, now. Pleeeease.” His Dad stood up and grabbed the guys big cock, and looked at Kenny, “Buddy, I have another cock in my hand that you may really like. I think it will really go deep and scratch that itch if you want.” “Fuck yes Dad, please I need that itch scratched. Please put it in deep.” “Come on friend, lets get your big cock in my Son’s ass.” Kenny’s Dad pulled the guy by his cock over to Kenny’s ass. He started lubing up the guy’s cock with treated lube. His cock was a good two inches longer than his own, about the same girth. This cock should be able to get into Kenny’s deeper second hole for sure. “Here let me guide you into my Son’s hole, just as a good Dad should do.” He said as he placed the head of the guys cock against Kenny’s hole, lightly pulling him to Kenny pushing the head in a little. “There you go, slide on into my Son, that’s the way, all the way in nice and slow.” Both Kenny and the guy were moaning so loudly, that a few of the other guys looked over that way. “That’s it Son, feel that guys cock going in you, deeper and deeper.” “Oh fuck, oh fuck. He’s bumped my nut and going further. Oh shit, it almost feels like he’s going to come out through my dick.” All of sudden Kenny started shaking a little and moaning real loud, and precum was pouring out of his foreskin covered dick. The guy’s cock head must be bumping into Kenny’s second hole. “Oh fuck Dad, his cock feels like its going in me again. Oh shit, fuck me. Push it all the way in.” Kenny was really moaning the loud. So loud that some other guys were starting to circle around to watch Kenny get fucked. “That’s it Buddy, let him in son. He’s at your second hole, relax and let him in. You’ll love it, that’ll get that itch scratched.” All of sudden the guy bottomed out into Kenny, and he was pushed up completely against Kenny’s fuzzy ass. “Fuck boys, he’s tight. His ass is starting to go into over drive in squeezing and sucking my cock. That second hole is nice and tight.” The guy started slowly long dicking Kenny, being sure on every inward push to go right on through the second ring. Kenny kept moving his head from side to side moaning every time the guys cock went in the second hole, and more precum was pouring out. Kenny’s abs were real wet from this. One of the guys in the circle bent over and was licking up Kenny’s precum. Kenny’s Dad stepped behind the guy, rubbing his cocking in his ass valley, feeling his head run up and down the guys sweaty hole. “Push it in Daddy-o. Fuck me while I fuck your Son.” That was all he needed to hear, and slide his cock deep into the guy. Now as the guy was fucking into Kenny, he was sliding into the guy. “Fuck my Son, give him your load. He needs your load in him. I’m going to fuck your load out of you.” As Kenny’s Dad said this, he shoved his cock head against the guys nut, rubbing his nut with quick thrusts of his cock. “Oh fuck, your going to make shoot quick. Oh fuck, you’re making my cock twitch in your boy.” “That’s it. Let it go, give my Son your load. Shoot it deep in him. Shove your cock all the way in.” “Oh Dad, his cock is getting hotter and bigger. Oh fuck Dad, I love it. Oh fuck, he’s so deep in me.” “Shit, I’m about to cum. I’m going to give you my load kid. Ready or not, I’m going to flood your insides.” The shoved himself completely against Kenny’s ass, driving his cock as deeply through Kenny’s second hold as possible. He was doing rabbit thrusts, rubbing his dickhead ridge quickly against Kenny’s second ring. Kenny’s Dad felt the guys ass twitching inside and knew he was about to blast into Kenny. Kenny’s Dad started hard thrusting into the guy, forcing the guys cum to shoot. “Shoot it into my Son, fill him up. Shoot your cum deep.” That was all it took, and the guy on the last inward thrust, started shooting deep into Kenny’s being, his dickhead buried past the second ring. Kenny’s Dad’s thrusting into him driving more and more cum out of him. Kenny was in the throes of what could only be described as a mental orgasm, precum was pouring out of his foreskin, but he wasn’t cumming. Sweat was covering his body, and he was shaking all over. Feeling the heat of the guys cum so deep inside of his body. The guy leaned down over Kenny, his cock still buried deed in Kenny, with Kenny’s Dad also leaned over, his dick still very hard and inside the guy.

Part Nineteen I woke up to my ass being eaten out. It wasn't John, because the fucking tongue felt like a tongue and not a small dick unto itself. But whoever it was had skill, what they lacked in girth they made up for in enthusiasm, which was turning me on despite myself. I was blindfolded and my arms were bound above my head, it took me a second to realize my legs were not tied and in fact, spread willingly. I groaned which must have let them know I was awake. I felt someone lightly slap my face, “Hey Ace, you with us?” Sammy's voice sounded so fucking pleasant, I wondered how much shit this kid had gotten away with over the years because he looked and sounded so innocent. “Stop,” I moaned as that tongue probed deeper. “Awww, that's not what you were saying a little bot ago,” Sammy said with a laugh, I heard a click and then my voice coming from a speaker. “Harder...fuck yeah...deeper...deeper...” I said that? “See? Just like you told me. The more aggressive and demanding the top is, the more they secretly want to be fucked.” “No!” I screamed, trying to clench my ass shut. But I was still drugged and the poppers I just woke up from had left me dazed and weak. And also, it felt amazing getting eaten out. “Still some fight in you, that's cute.” Sammy's voice now had an edge. There was silence, save the slurping of the mouth on my ass and I began to worry. I felt something wet and cool on my arm and the smell of alcohol. “Little prick,” Sammy said and I felt a sharp pain in my arm for a moment. “What the fuck,” I screamed, “What did you just...” and my world slid sideways. There was a warmth moving through my arm and then into my chest. The moment it felt like it hit my heart my whole world changed. My mind went into a haze, warm, soft haze where nothing was wrong. Suddenly I was cooing about the tongue up my ass because it felt so fucking incredible. I tried to talk but all I could do was slur as I spread my legs wider. The blindfold was removed and I looked up and saw Sammy smiling down at me, “Better?” I could feel drool slipping down my cheek as I nodded. He reached up and unfasten my arms and I fell back onto the bed completely, “Not going to need that are we?” I heard his words but they made little sense to me, fuck that tongue felt good. “You like that? You like being eaten out?” I nodded, closing my eyes in ecstasy. “Then you should thank him.” I looked up between my legs and I saw Josh down there, smiling back at me. Josh? Fucking Josh? Low man Josh? Party slut Josh? He was eating me... He dove back in and I moaned as my worries vanished as I felt touch me deep inside. “And a couple more friends wanted to say hey too...” I glanced over and saw the rest of the house naked, standing there stroking their cocks. I had fucked and each and every one these guys, Made them beg for it, made them love it, I had twisted all of them. And they were looking at me like I was lunch. Chad walked over, cock in hand and turned my head towards it, “Suck my cock bitch.” I wanted to refuse, I wanted to fucking spit on it...but Josh's tongue was so fucking good and I was feeling so mellow...I opened my mouth and felt him slide his cock across my tongue. “Get to it cunt.” The name moved something inside me and I began to roll my tongue over his cockhead, relishing the taste of his precum. “Holy shit,” Chad exclaimed, “He's really going at it.” Sammy grabbed my hair and made eye contact with me, “That's cause you like it, don't you?” The question confused me, I didn't want to like it...but couldn't remember why. In fact all I could feel was fucking pleasure and more pleasure and I didn't want it to stop. I nodded slightly as I worked the shaft of the cock. I heard the other guys cheer as Sammy let go of my head and let me get back to work. “Yeah work that fucking cock,” Chad muttered as he forced more of his cock into my mouth, “I used to fucking destroy pussy before I met you. I had a girlfriend and a fucking sidepiece...” his cock kept forcing past my tongue until hit the back of my mouth, “You remember, got me high...fucked me five times that night until I didn't know which way was up?” His head was pushing down my throat and I felt panicked for a moment but Josh licked harder and my eyes went to the back of my head. “Yeah...you fucking had me so fucked up I was crying for your cock...made me question my fucking mind.” His cock started to push down my throat and I could hear him groan, “And now you're just a hole for my cock...you like that? You like that cunt?” All I could do was gag but he didn't care, he positioned in and out of my mouth harder and harder until I felt his shaft pulse and shot after shot of hot cum was forced down my throat. He pulled back so he could spray my tongue, “Eat my load bitch, that's what bitches do...eat it.” Slowly I swallowed his load, shame burning through me. This wasn't me, I wasn't supposed to be doing this... Another wave of fucking perfection floated through me and I gulped the whole load down. Honestly it wasn't that bad... “Hey!” a hand slapped my face. I looked over and saw Paul with his throbbing cock, “Open.” There was a memory of not wanting this...but I just did it and it hadn't been so bad... I leaned forward and started to service the cock in front of me, wondering if he was going to taste as good as the last guy.

Part 5 - The Gold Chain Finishing work for the day Nick got in his car and headed home taking his once a week detour around the opposite side of Lyndhurst, this route gave him the opportunity to check the field that he had found out where the last gypsy site was, he now figured this was where the guy had been living. As usual the drive past showed an empty field, he sighed and continued towards home. He wasn't completely sure why he did this journey once a week, all he did know was he had enjoyed the sex even though it was just that. Settling in Banbury was smooth sailing setting up their commune in a council provided area. Within days Sampson had secured enough work for a month and took to the hook up app browsing through one evening and coming across a dark haired muscular man who claimed to be 30 years old which made Sampson laugh as he could clearly see the guy was a little older than 30. Still he had a nice body, looked after himself and he wore a gold coloured chain around his neck. Sampson chuckled reading his profile name stated as MuscledFkr, it also stated he played safe that caught his attention briefly, not perturbed by this he carried on reading through. His thoughts suddenly returned to the guy he had sex with several times in Lyndhurst who was also muscular, smiling to himself and admitting that actually he had taken quite a shine to him but they never knew each other's name. Sampson sent a flame to the dodgy 30 year old to see what would happen. He was getting kind of desperate to fuck now that Marlon had got his girlfriend pregnant and the discreet fucking sessions had eased off. Sampson played ping pong message with MuscledFkr for several days until finally he agreed to meet. Allan had been keeping the guy waiting, not on purpose so to speak since he needed to lure him ready for when his husband was out of town on a business trip to Scotland. Allan finally arranged to meet Sampson at the park across from his house mid-week at 7pm, he signed off the last message using his name and in a lapse of concentration Sampson confirmed he would be there and used his real name as well. He frantically looked for a recall button but there was nothing you could do on the app once the message had been sent. The idea coming in to his head that when they meet he would tell him his real name was Barry or something else. Tuesday was one of those weird evenings as Sampson now called them, Marlon brought a few cans of beer round and they sat chatting rather than doing. Marlon was not fooling Sampson by any means, he could see the desperation in the eyes of someone who was trying to make good with his girlfriend yet underneath a keen desire to have man on man sex. Sampson wasn't much for games but started to enjoy watching Marlon knowing that any day he would be round with his trousers around his ankles bent over the bed begging for it. Marlon put his beer down "Haven't seen you creeping out recently!" he exclaimed suddenly. The comment caught Sampson by surprise "What do you mean?" he asked slowly sipping his beer. "You sneaking off in the evening" Marlon explained, "Do you go off and shag?" he asked. Sampson sat there looking at Marlon. "I don't mind if you do" Marlon added. Raising an eyebrow Sampson put his can down "Why should I care if you mind?" he asked. Marlon smirked "I will keep your little secret" he replied in a smug tone. Sampson smiled "Is that so, and our little secret of how you love it when I fuck you?" he retorted taunting him. Marlon laughed "There is no proof that anything other than drinking happens" he said. "Maybe I have filmed you getting it when you are face down on the bed" Sampson said casually. Marlon finished his beer "You were way to busy to film it" he replied standing up. Sampson grabbed Marlon "Keep your mouth shut or you will never get it again" he warned him. Marlon shrugged free and opened the caravan door "I am watching you!" he said walking out and closing the door. Sampson sat down clasping his hands together confused and unsure what Marlon was getting at, maybe it was just the desire for sex and beer that was doing the talking. Could he trust him after all? Well he had been silent about their rough sexual meets over the past few years. And was it now a streak of jealousy that Marlon felt, missing out and suspecting he was meeting other guys for sex? Either way it lead to Sampson having a restless night and waking up feeling completely knackered on Wednesday morning. It was struggle throughout the whole day for Sampson and he kept getting glances from Marlon, he acted completely normal as if nothing had happened, except for those tell tell glances he made every so often. Sampson had showered and changed deciding to walk to the park where he was due to meet this Allan, at least Marlon would see his truck was still parked there allowing him to sneak away without being detected. It was a perfectly acceptable and nice late summer evening, Sampson arrived at the park a few minutes before 7pm and spotted Allan sitting on a bench watching him approach checking his phone then putting it in his pocket. There was something shifty about the guy Sampson thought, more shiftier than him he concluded laughing to himself. He could see Allan was definitely muscled, that part of his profile was dead accurate and well, he didn't look that bad either. "Even cuter in real life" Allan said as Sampson sat down next to him. Sampson smiled "Thanks" he replied not sure how to respond, "You too" he finally said. Allan stood "Well?" he asked looking at Sampson. "You want to fuck?" he asked straight up. Sampson nodded "That is why I am here" he replied standing and following Allan across the park. No sooner was Sampson inside and the door and Allan closed it he picked Sampson up with ease carrying him upstairs to the bedroom, Sampson was caught out at the speed in which Allan made his move and didn't need to second guess what was going through his mind. Sampson tired to evade the attempts at kissing him continuously, held firm he had no option but to endure it, after all he was horny as hell. His hands moving around felt the chain around Allan's neck, he felt the weight then wondered how he was going to get it. By the time Sampson stopped thinking about the chain he was standing there in his underwear, Allan already had his fingers inside the elastic band of his underwear pushing them down and letting them fall to his ankles. He could feel Allan's cock pressed up against his leg and his body was raised in the air again then gently lowered on to the bed. Allan spat in his hand and rubbed the saliva against and in Sampson's hole. Watching his own legs coming close to his head being pushed up by Allan's arms as he squared his cock up to his hole and began penetrating with precision. Leaning further forward he gripped hold of Sampson's arms and kissed him again getting a mouthful of the chain at the same time. Sampson caught his breath 'Take it off' he said spitting the chain out of his mouth, Allan quickly unclasped it and dropped it on the bed then continued. Sampson wriggled but found he was firmly balled up by Allan being fed more cock in to his arse forcing it open and causing his eyes to water and snap open wide, gasping and moaning, Allan gyrated his hips in a circular motion several times before he felt the full extent of the painful intrusion taking the cock balls deep in one very slick movement. Breathing rapidly through his nose, his mouth slightly open, back arched and twisted hiding his undeniable pleasure through the agonising pain. They made brief eye contact then Allan clamped his mouth down firmly filling Sampson with this tongue and saliva. His excitement and desire emanated up to Allan's body and with no time to adjust or get comfortable Sampson was being pounded with deep firm rapid thrusts. The pain quickly evaporating since his body was craving this, almost giggling at the thought of being pinned down so effectively rendering him useless as a fuck toy. Allan's grip on his arms was strong to the point of being painful and Sampson could feel his rapid breathing suddenly getting erratic, his body tensioned for a moment with hard deep breaths before relaxing and continuing to fuck Sampson. Several times Sampson saw him do this. His legs and arms ached, the pressure on his back from his body being pressed in this strange position was uncomfortable but he could do nothing about it as Allan continued like a machine. His head flopped to the side where his eyes fell on the prize just as Allan started loud grunting sounds and his body tensioned again. Sampson let out several agonising cries as Allan slammed his hips painfully up against Sampson's arse. Almost as suddenly he began extracting his cock releasing his hold on Sampson the head popped out followed by a large stream of cum that flowed out of his arse pooling under him. Allan breathed deeply "Man you made me cum four times" he said standing up stroking his still rock hard cock. Sampson lost his urge to fuck since his body was still reeling. "Oh fuck I needed that" Allan said. "Wow" Sampson said finally finding his voice his body still reeling from the intense fuck. Allan grabbed a towel and cleaned up the cum pooled under Sampson arse "Want a beer?" he asked. Sampson nodded "Yes please" he replied clasping his hands behind his head, his arse throbbing so hard he could feel it through his body. Allan stood and left the bedroom walking down the stairs, Sampson glanced around and retrieved the gold chain and leant over the bed picking his trousers up and putting it safely in his pocket then resumed the same position waiting for Allan to return. Opening the bottles Allan reached up to the cupboard and reached behind some canned good retrieving the small bottle and added a few drops to one of the bottles. Securing the lid and placing it back to the hiding spot he grabbed the bottles and walked back up the stairs humming and smiling. He handed the spiked bottle to Sampson who sat up and took it without any question taking a several large gulps. Allan sat on the bed next to him "You thirsty then?" he asked smiling watching him drink it. "Yes" Sampson replied shuffling up the bed leaning back next to Allan, "Very interesting sex". Allan laughed "I am only just getting started" he replied clinking his bottle with Sampson's. Sampson smiled "Not sure I can take that again" he said downing another gulp of beer. "Oh you will" Allan replied glancing at him, "I am going to wreck your arse all night" he said. "I can't stay all night" Sampson replied feeling a tingling on his tongue and feeling horny again. "Well drink your beer and let me ride your beautifully sized cock" Allan said smiling . Sampson chuckled and downed the rest of his beer belching softly afterwards, his cock was hard and Sampson was stroking it without realising he was doing it. He was feeling chilled and incredibly horny. Allan pulled Sampson a little way down on the bed and retrieved a condom putting it on Sampson's cock he then straddle over and eased himself down gently. Sampson laid there thinking the guy was a complete contrast and dictating how he wanted to have sex, no condom for when he fucked yet a condom when he was getting fucked, his vision clouding he sighed giggling closing his eyes enjoying the feeling of someone sexing his cock. His eyes opened and saw Allan riding his cock hard, bouncing up and down in a frenzied state. It was a strange sight of almost tunnelled vision, he could feel the guy riding his cock yet he looked so far away. Sampson thought he had grabbed hold of Allan's hips guiding him. The reality was he couldn't move his arms properly and co-ordinate them and was holding on to Allan's knees with a strange drugged smile on a his face enjoying the sex and feeling his orgasm building slowly. Allan had ridden him hard and relentless, slightly buzzed from the beer he never for one second imagine the condom would give out from his actions. The constant bouncing tearing the sides of the condom, each move opening it more until it shredded apart slipping to the base of Sampson's shaft. The precum immediately smearing the inside in a thin layer of toxic fluid. Sampson tried arching his back and pushing his hips up at the burning feeling of his balls about to explode, he chuckled with Allan grinding his arse down hard keeping him pinned against the bed. He eyelids fluttered momentarily and he moaned letting his orgasm take over shooting his toxic cum deep inside Allan's arse. In his own ramped up horny state Allan couldn't feel Sampson's orgasm or tell from his facial expression that remained so calm and tranquil with the drug fully absorbed through every inch of Sampson's body. Allan wiped his head still riding Sampson's hard cock, he stopped and slowly lifted up followed by pink slimy mess around the base of Sampson's cock and the remains of the shredded condom. Allan panicked and ran to the bathroom grabbing the shower attachment and douching his arse to get rid of the cum, the actions coming a little too late as the damage was done and already infiltrated his defences. He returned to the bedroom and looked at Sampson who laid there with his eyes closed, Allan cleaned up Sampson's cock and the shredded condom then rolled him on to his stomach, setting the video up on his phone to record he mounted the semi conscious Sampson, angling his head so it faced the phone he began taking his time fucking with hard deep thrusts where Sampson moaned but unable to move his body. Allan turned to his phone ramping up the fucking, his tongue hanging out of his mouth smiling in to the camera as he fucked the limp body hard until he blew his load exaggerating his orgasm for the camera. Grabbing the phone he leaned up positioning the phone showing him taking his raw cock out of Sampson's arse that now gaped open. He tapped the hole and watched it slowly closing in on itself with a dribble of cum escaping. Several more times he did this over the course of the night keeping his cock inside Sampson's arse as he slept. Waking during the night he pushed up closer to Sampson forcing him back on to his stomach to fuck him again and again. Sampson started stirring and rubbed his head that was banging, trying to move he found his body was wrapped in two muscular arms that held on to him tightly. His movement caused Allan to wake and his cock spring to life, Sampson moaned and pushed at Allan's hips trying to push them away releasing he still had cock buried in his now painfully sore arse. Allan desperately wanted to fuck him but Sampson was pushing harder, defeated he extracted it in a deliberate slow movement adding a few jabs before pulling all the way out. Sampson felt the arms releasing him and he rolled on his back then sat upright looking at the man in bed next to him who was smiling affectionately at him. Sampson couldn't remember a dam thing after drinking a beer, partly freaked out he scrambled over to the side of the bed. "Morning" Allan said smiling up at Sampson, "Want to fuck before you leave?" he asked stroking Sampson's back. Sampson shrugged him off "What the fuck happened to me last night?" he asked in an angry tone. Allan smiled "We had sex" he replied casually, "Actually quite a lot of sex, dam you were good" he said in a satisfied purring sound. Sampson shakily stood looking for his clothes "I can't remember anything and I wasn't drunk" he remarked. Allan got out of bed putting his shorts on. "I will be late" Sampson said worryingly. "Thanks for last night I really enjoyed myself" Allan said with his tone now making it clear they were done and he was to leave. The problem was Sampson couldn't remember anything and was oblivious to the fact he had in essence been drugged and literally date raped by Allan all night. Sampson finished dressing and felt the chain in his pocket as Allan escorted him to the door and pulled him around kissing him again, his hands roaming around Sampson's body who tried to stop him from going near his pocket. Desperately he tried to inch away but the muscular arms held him close and keeping their mouths locked in a kiss that he really didn't want but was somewhat enjoying it. Finally he felt his body being released and the door opening, Sampson walked out in to the morning air, his head still pounding and he walked away quickly. The entire walk was spent trying to recount why he couldn't remember anything or even how he ended up staying the night. Allan returned to the bedroom changing the bed linen and started looking for his gold chain that he remembered taking off and discarding on the bed, it was vital he found it being an anniversary present from his husband, he spent hours searching every nook and cranny of the bedroom then emptied the washing machine still unable to locate it anywhere. He stood in the utility room certain that the chain was on the bed and then probably fell to the floor, he remembered Sampson asking him to take it off before the realisation hit home, had he stolen it? Fortunately his husband was not due home for a couple of days and he knew where the chain was purchased and would have to go out and replace it to avoid any awkward conversation on his return. Allan picked up some remains of the condom before putting it all in a bag and taking it over to the litter bin in that park on his way out to buy a replacement chain. He thought nothing more of the condom breaking or that he had unintentionally gifted himself by riding Sampson's cock so hard. During the day he watched the videos over and over of him fucking the drugged guy, he loved the way his face looked at the camera during the orgasm sections. He edited the videos posting them on Fuckhub under the title 'Roofied Breeding', he was careful to obscure much of his face leaving Sampson's fully visible. Things carried on as normal after his husband Mark returned from his trip, Allan tried to send a message to Sampson to ask if he had taken his gold chain only to find he was blocked from messaging him. Sampson arrived back in a flurry failing to notice Marlon watching him. Inside his caravan he went searching for some pain killers then sitting on the floor retrieving the trinket box from under the bed he place the gold chain in there looking at it briefly before pushing back under just as Marlon appeared. "Where were you, I called round at 9 but you weren't here?" Marlon asked walking in. Sampson stood up. "You did an all nighter with a guy?" Marlon asked sitting on the bed looking at him. Sampson sat next to him "I can't remember anything after drinking a beer" he said worryingly. Marlon laughed "He spiked your drink" he informed Sampson, "Is that the last thing you remember?". Sampson nodded "Yeah I drank the beer and my tongue tingled a bit" he said getting undressed to shower. "Definitely spiked Samps" Marlon said shaking his head, "You were lucky he didn't want to kill you". "Okay Marlon!" Sampson said angrily "I don't want to talk about it right now" he said feeling ashamed and boiling in anger at this guy. "You got 10 minutes or I leave without you" Marlon standing up, "Fucking idiot" he mumbled walking out. Sampson waited until Marlon was out of sight then opened up the app and blocked Allan from messaging him then took a quick shower feeling how tender his arse was in the process. He couldn't quite believe how easy it was for someone to spike a drink so deceitfully like that, what was worse he could slowly remember parts where the guy was sat across him riding his cock hard. A few days had passed and Allan got a message on Fuckhub from a person over in Cambridge who said he recognised the guy getting fucked and wanted to track him down. They exchanged a few messages back and forth before it was revealed to Allan that the guy had stolen his silver ring. Allan replied informing Gav that he had indeed stolen from him as well, the biggest revelation was Allan telling Gav that his name was Sampson and he was finding out about the antics of the thief from Cambridge to St. Albans and now Banbury. One thing Allan didn't expect when he read the latest message was hearing that the thief was poz and probably not on any medication. That news alone sent Allan in to a frenzy worried about how his husband would react knowing there was every chance he had infected himself from riding Sampson so hard that evening, this was something he couldn't hide and his infidelity would be forced in to the open. Each day Allan was finding more and more messages from weird guys who actually wanted him to roofie them and do the same just like in his videos. The temptation was proving hard to fight but for now he needed to restrain his sexual urges, it was hard as he loved being able to roofie guys then use them.

You are spot on with the age anology as it relates to believing potential breeders. to underscore your broader point, if a neg guy is relying on anyone else but themselves to avoid poz and remain neg, then they are effectively pre-poz & it’s only a function of timing/opportunity until they acquire the status they so naively relinquished total control in avoiding. all of us are familiar with a neg bottom’s frustration secondary to craving bareback in light of no PrEP and regarding condoms as a short circuit the pleasure,. every potential BB top claiming neg, makes taking the chance more tempting. Regardless of the odds, you can’t unring a bell. At one’s weakest moment of adhering to BB abstinence, just imagine how it would feel to win the irreversible for life Poz Powerball.

Chapter 3. Over breakfast, I asked my boy if he was serious about taking two real raw cocks at once, lubed up with a bunch of fresh cum. He eagerly agreed that that would be a fun idea. The rest of the week, I’d use some cum from the fridge and double fuck him with my dick and that cummy dildo. He loved it, exclaiming how excited he was to try to the real thing. I prodded him to admit that he’d prefer to be filled fresh cum rather than feeling it cool from the fridge. Each time we finished fucking, we’d scoop as much cum as we could into the jar. Once, after filling him up and stretching him out, I had him squat over the jar and leak out fresh seed, warmed by his hole, into it. Watching his asshole drool cum made me so wet. My boy didn’t know that I’d started an account on S**** and was sharing pics of me stretching out and railing his cummy hole. I chatted with one guy, Sam, a few blocks away from my office. Sam’s stats only included ‘Needs Discussion,’ but we never got around to discussing it. That gave me a naughty sense of hope. We met at a coffee shop and exchanged pleasantries. He thought it was crazy that I was willing to meet up with and ask to suck a stranger’s cock just to get it into my boy. Within minutes, I was on my knees, blowing this stranger’s big cock in the men’s room, not knowing his status. I slobbered all over Sam’s dick, pulling off to beg for his load, promising him that I was going to get his cum in my boy’s hole, and get it ready for his big raw cock. The guy was totally into it. When Sam was about to cum, I took his load in my mouth, my cheeks bulging, and then spat it into the jar. That night, I lubed up my raw cock and my boy’s dildo with this stranger’s load and fucked it into my boy’s greedy hole. I repeated this with my new friend every lunchtime so that by Friday, when Sam was due to come over to our place, my boy had already unknowingly taken his load several times. I left the garage unlocked and texted Sam to head on in. I told my boy he had a big surprise in store and handed him a blindfold. He grinned and put it on. I led him to the garage and had him lean blindfolded against the washer, with his perky ass pushed out, ready to be used. Sam stepped out of the shadows and nodded at me, his big cock already out, semi-hard, and shiny with precum. My boy tensed when he realized someone else was there. All of the sudden it was real for him. This wasn’t a fantasy; a stranger I procured for him was about to raw fuck and breed him, and hopefully double-stuff him along with me. I had held off on asking Sam about his status, knowing it would turn my boy on to simply not know. I lubed up my boy’s hole with some cum from the jar. I told him how I’d been spending my afternoons, blowing Sam and saving his load. My boy groaned and wriggled his butt. Sam cleared his throat and put his big hands on my boy’s cheeks spreading them wide. I slipped my cummy fingers into his hole and told him that Sam’s seed was already swimming inside him. He just groaned and pushed back on my fingers. He loved knowing that he already took a load from a stranger. Seeing Sam’s raw cock slapping my boy’s hips made me realize how much thicker and longer he was than me. I lubed up my cock with cloudy cum and pushed right into his hole, sliding in balls deep. My boy clenched down, and I knew I’d need to pull out or I’d cum too soon. My boy begged Sam to fill him up, and Sam nodded at me as he took my place. He ran his big cock up and down my boy’s slippery crack and I drizzled more cum right where the head of his dick was pushing into my boy’s ass lips. Sam took his time, pushing a few inches inside, letting my boy get accustomed to his size and then pushing in more. Once balls deep, Sam leaned forward, his weight on my boy’s body, and growled into his ear, ‘You like that big raw cock in you, boy?’ ‘YES,’ he groaned. ‘You like having my cum inside you before we even met?’ ‘YES!’ ‘Not even knowing if you’ve been taking dirty cum?’ ‘YES!!’ ‘Taking a stranger’s cum? His POZ cum?’ ‘YES!!!’ Now what had been a fantasy was suddenly real for both of us. Knowing that I’d willingly fingered and fucked this guy’s seed into my boy’s unprotected hole made me cum immediately. Sam pulled his hips back so just the head was still inside my boy. I came on his cock and he railed it into my boy’s ass adding his own load, now known to be toxic. My boy’s legs were about to give out. I laid down on the garage floor and my boy sat on my dick, laying back onto me like a mattress. Sam got on his knees between our spread legs and slid his rock-hard cock into my boy’s sloppy pussy alongside my own. I couldn’t really thrust, so I just laid there, feeling the friction of my boy’s stretched-out hole and Sam’s raw POZ cock. We repeated our dirty talk and both Sam and I lost another load inside my boy. When we were finished with him, we carried my boy to the bed and admired our work. My boy’s hole was more wrecked than I’d ever seen it and it was sloshing with a frothy blend of POZ cum. Sam got a big gloop of it on his fingers and ordered me to get on my hands and knees next to my boy. He lapped at my hole and then smeared some of the cum into my ass. I saw Sam out and then went back to bed. My boy was curled up, with his whole hand up his own asshole. We’d stretched him out so much, and gotten him so wet, that his hand slipped easily inside to the wrist. He passed out, exhausted, with his ass leaking toxic seed out around his forearm, the blindfold still covering his eyes. I got my fingers wet with the goo frothing on my boy’s wrist and moved my hand to my own ass. I played with my own cummy hole as we drifted off to sleep, working Sam’s toxic cum into my own top pussy. To be continued...

Wait till you get piss up your ass......

I love being dominated by a top, especially when I am sucking his cock. The focus is on his cock and his pleasure. I shouldn't have to be reminded, but being slapped and corrected is as hot as taking his cock to his satisfaction and receiving his praise. I'm a tool, a toy, a cocksucker for him to use to get his nut. He can shove his fingers in my mouth and have me suck them, whether it's one or four. He can hold my head and pushing his cock deep in my throat. Nose flattened in his pubes. His hands pushing your head against his crotch restricting your air. Waiting for his release. A long slow face fucking. I'm hard just thinking about it.

Influence or inspiration? None. I just like chatting with other perverts.

Friday i went out cruising at my new favorite park. It's an older run down park and most of the sex happens in a pavillon that has great visibility or a board walk that has been closed for repairs for several years now. As I got out of my car I saw a guy in his late 50s/early 60s with jeans, work boots, white t shirt and mullet hair cut walking around his truck but definitely checking things out. I started walking back into the woods/trails and looked to see if he followed. Once he did, i turned off the trail and walked down an embankment and he was behind me. We climbed partly out of slight and he started groping and soon we were exchanging oral. Since i was wearing a jock, i bent over to suck his dick and put his hand on my hairy ass. He felt it and grunted. I said you wanna fuck? He said hell yeah. I spit on my ass, he spit on his cock and he slowly pushed his average sized cock in me. He said I want to get in you really deep, open up. I held on to a tree while he began to fuck me nice and good. I noticed an older guy that is a regular is standing at the top of the embankment watching and jacking. I tell my redneck top daddy to keep plowing and to cum in my ass when he was ready. Pretty soon he started huffing and puffing and deposited his load in my hole. The dude watching also shot and took off. I hung for a few minute on the trail and a young Hispanic guy starting walking my way. He stopped and we groped each other and he started heavy kissing and making out. I asked is he would fuck me, he said yes so I suggested the boardwalk. We walked over and climbed over the entrance fence that says "closed for repairs". No one goes on the boardwalk except guys looking for action. It's surrounded by mangroves that lead to the bay. We found one of my normal spots and began to get partly undressed. The guy has a nice fat cut cock which I began sucking getting it ready for my ass while he was feeling my hairy ass and the load that was leaking out. I turned around and leaned on the railing and he slides in my ass. No condoms, no questions. My kind of guy. Just as he is fucking me another guy comes walking down the board walk. My young top doesn't slow down, just keeps on plowing me. As the guy gets closer he is smiling and once I see him i realize he is very hot. He watches and gives us encouragement and starting jerking his cock. My young top likes the encouragement and really starts to pound me, kind of showing his stuff. Pretty soon, I can feel his cock swelling and I know his load will be cumming soon. A few more thrusts and he unloads. I thank him for the load and he zips up and walks down the board walk. Now the guy that watched is jacking his cock, I ask "what do you like to do?". He says "fuck". He turns me around and impales me on his rock hard cock and starts to fuck me hard immediately. He is shorter than me and grabs me around the neck and is trying to climb on me while I am standing. This dude knows how to fuck. Meanwhile two more guys walk up and start watching him fuck me. Both are regulars I have seen before so we don't break from the breeding. Pretty soon he started to pump and slam his cock in me and he let out a very loud moan and flooded me with his cum. He held his cock in me to give me every drop. We zipped up and another guy walked by that apparently had been watching from a distance. I went back to my car pretty proud to get 3 loads in my hole in 1 hour of cruising. I love outdoor/public cruising and having guys watch me getting fucked.

[i snapped this photo during last night's slam-and-breed session with a hung, twisted perv. I'm still high as fuck...] CHAPTER 4 - TRISTAN Tristan has been our dealer for the last two years. Back when we met him, we were looking for a more dependable connection. A mutual friend described him as “an entrepreneurial sadist,” so we decided to give the guy a try. I’ll never forget walking into his apartment for the first time. Tristan, dressed only in a ballcap and wife-beater, sat in a huge chair—a throne, almost—at the far end of the room. He was dirty-blond and scruffy and tattooed, with a hard look on his handsome face. Between his muscular thighs, he had an uncut cock fat enough to send an inexperienced bottom to the emergency room. It glistened and dripped like he'd just pulled it from a wet hole. Between us and Tristan, in the middle of the room, a handsome kid in a jockstrap—I’m guessing he was 19, maybe 20—was flat on his stomach, a pillow crammed underneath his crotch to elevate his little musclebutt. He was struggling against three guys who’d pinned him to the floor while a fourth dude thrust his raw dick deep into the kid’s hole. They’d muzzled him, too; all we could hear were wordless croaks of protest. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks streaked with tears. Then came a thrust so hard we heard something snap, or burst open, or give way. The bottom shook his head violently. Through his muzzle, we could hear him break down into full-bodied sobs—but the top didn’t let up, not for a second. He just kept on plowing that butt, plunging his dick in deep. Meanwhile, in the crotch of my jeans, as my dick hardened up until it strained the fabric down to about mid-thigh, a pool of viral precum began bleeding through the denim, quickly forming a four-inch-round wet spot. “Don’t worry—the kid will warm up to it eventually,” Tristan said to me and Brian, motioning for us to join him on the other side of the room. “We haven’t given him any T yet, so he hasn't discovered that he’s a filthy fuckin’ whore.” Then he turned to the group of guys fucking the boy. “Hey, Carlos—give our brand-new little barebacker a booty bump, will ya? I’m tired of all this crying bullshit.” Carlos, a hairy Latino guy with an uncut cock, let out a big laugh. “Drew is already one step ahead of you, boss. He just dipped the head of his cock into the baggie.” “Fuck yeah,” added another guy—apparently Drew, a dark-haired, smooth-chested dude in his mid-20s. He wrapped his hand around the base of his downward-curving cock, proudly showing off the white crystals studded all over his mushroom head. “Let me in there,” he said to Carlos. “I wanna get this faggot fucked up.” Carlos moved aside. Drew placed his Tina-covered cock against the kid’s hole, spread that virgin butt wide open with a powerful pair of hands, and made his delivery with a single brute shove. The kid screamed through the muzzle as shards of crystal tore across the thin tissues of his hole. Unfazed, Drew just kept working those chems deeper, pounding away until the kid’s screams faded into a stunned silence. “I guess I should’ve introduced you,” Tristan said as he checked the weight on our 8-ball. “The boy with the big dick in his hole? That’s my nephew Sebastian. Devout Jesus freak and a total fucking closet case. Last week I caught him jacking his dick—nice dick, actually—while flipping through some of the old gay porn magazines I’d stashed in my parents’ basement in the ‘90s. When I confronted him about it, he gave me some lame excuse, and I pretended to believe him. Then, just to assure him that everything was cool, I suggested he drop by my place tonight to play board games. Seriously, dude: he thought I wanted to play board games! Anyway, as soon as he walked in the door, these four guys grabbed him from behind, stripped off his clothes, pinned him to the ground, and crushed his sweet little cherry. It’s about time somebody raped some sense into him, you know?” Just then, a violent coughing fit erupted from the center of the room. I glanced back to see Sebastian on his back, muzzle off, legs spread, one arm raised high in the air, eyes wild with confusion. One of the tops was placing a cap on a syringe, grinning at his handiwork as that doomed little cunt rode the dark wave of his first slam. “So much for following Jesus,” Tristan said to us with a dark laugh. “You guys like what you see?” We didn't answer right away. We were too busy watching as a top with a red-and-black biohazard tat pressed his dick against Sebastian's hole and plowed right in. The kid’s whole body shivered and twitched. He whimpered a few times. And then he began making a long, low moaning sound, pulling his legs back for a better view of the poz cock fucking him in half. Brian nodded. “Oh, yeah. Slammed up and knocked up, just like a good boy should be.” “OK, so here’s something that might interest you,” Tristan replied. “Half of my business is selling the best shit in town. The other half is pimping out boys. I like to get ‘em hooked on slamming T, you know? But this is important: I never, ever teach ‘em how to slam. If they want that syringe in their arms, they have to come to me. And I treat ‘em well, too: I give ‘em my best shit, and I never miss. My only hard-and-fast rule is that they can’t get slammed by anybody else without my permission. If they break my rule, they’re out on the fuckin’ street.” He paused for a moment to give his cock a twitch. “Anyway, here’s what I’m trying to say: I’d love for you guys to recruit some hot little fags for me to slam up and whore out.” “Um, wow,” said Brian, laughing. “I think we might be into that.” “Thank you,” Sebastian gasped. I glanced back to see him getting plowed by the same guy, the kid's fingers carefully tracing the outline of the dude's biohazard tat. “You're welcome, boy," the top replied, smiling a cocky smile as he plunged in deep. "This cunt of yours was built for taking my cum." “Listen, pig: focus,” Tristan said with a crooked grin. I turned back to face him. “Here's what I'm thinking. Anytime you guys find a boy who, in your expert opinion, has a sweet tight cunt that would bring some serious business my way, go ahead and send him to me. In return, I’ll give you some free product—maybe even a shitload of free product, if the boy’s got some serious moneymaking potential.” Brian and I glanced at each other, both of us grinning like it was our first time at the bathhouse. There was no need for further discussion. It was obvious that we'd just stumbled into the perfect gig. And the best part of the whole thing? We haven’t paid for an 8-ball since. * * * Brian and I led Jace to the apartment, telling him to knock on the door. He knocked. Tristan answered, wearing only a ballcap. His lean torso tapered into a set of defined abs, the shape of his body acting like a funnel as it drew our eyes toward the heaviness of his cock. “Hey there,” he said to Jace, locking eyes with our brand-new chemwhore. “You’re high as fuck, aren’t you?” “I guess so,” Jace stammered. “Good boy. That’s exactly what I like to see.” Then Tristan flexed his cock, making it swing upward and slap against his stomach—a favorite trick. He smirked as Jace licked his lips. “You like my cock, bro?” “Fuck yeah, dude.” Tristan wrapped his hand around his dick, flexing it again to send a rivulet of precum flowing down the length of the shaft. “I want to bury this big raw cock in your hungry little tweakhole, faggot. Got it?” Jace didn't answer at first. He was open-mouthed and glassy-eyed, his belt unbuckled, his hand shoved down the back of his jeans. Through the fabric, I could see that he was fingerfucking his partied-up hole. He nodded. “I need a louder answer than that, pig.” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy. You hungry for some more smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir.” “Then follow me, boy. Follow me back to my chair.” They walked across the room. Tristan sat down in his chair, then motioned for Jace to stop in his tracks. “Just stay there for the moment. This is my chair, bro. You’ll sit down when I give you permission to sit down. Got it?” “Yes, sir.” Tristan picked up the pipe. “I forget: did you say you wanted some smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir!” “Well, here’s the deal. I’m not feeding you any until you climb up on this chair and take a seat all the way down my dick. All the fucking way down. I want to feel your taint pressed against my fuckin’ stomach. Got it, fag?” “Fuckin’ A, sir!” “Good boy.” Jace didn't give himself a chance to think about it. He immediately clambered onto the chair, straddled Tristan, and placed the head of that dick against his butt. He didn’t tease it or jack it. Instead, he immediately got to work, sitting down on the full length of Tristan’s raw cock with a single piercing grunt. Tristan looked over at us, his face lit up in a twisted grin. “Fuck, you guys. This ass is worth a month’s supply of shit, easy.” Meanwhile, Jace was staring longingly at the pipe in Tristan's hand. “Sir," he said—unable to disguise his hunger for more chems—"Can I please smoke now?” “Of course, pig,” Tristan replied. He placed the pipe against Jace’s lips, feeding that faggot a long series of big hits. Brian and I watched the impressive cloud formations, then began gathering our things to head back home Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tristan grab a rubber strap and tie it snugly around Jace's bicep. "This looks like it's gonna hurt," Jace said. “It's not gonna hurt, buddy boy. You just stay still. You’re gonna love this. I promise. It’s a little something I like to call it the Point-Five Surprise. A nice big slam for my hot little bitchboy.” “OK, dude," Jace replied. "I fuckin' love that smoke. I'll do anything to get more." “I know you will, pig. And in about 10 seconds, you'll do anything...and then some.” Brian and I closed the door behind us. As we walked down the hall, we heard a long series of loud, breathless coughs, one after another. By the time we reached the elevator, the coughs had been replaced by the rhythmic smack of skin against skin as Tristan plowed Jace’s freshly slammed-up hole. * * * When Brian and I arrived back home, we heard a quiet, rhythmic splashing from the backyard of Dalton’s house. Was Neighbor Boy swimming laps? We figured it was worth checking out, so we quietly made our way to the backyard, sneaking over to our secret vantage point near the fence. We weren’t disappointed. Dalton was alone in the pool, swimming freestyle laps in a Speedo. The curve of his ass bobbed along the surface of the water, and each of his calves splashed to the surface in quick succession as he kicked his way back and forth in front of us. Finally, he stopped to catch his breath before pulling himself out of the pool, the water cascading down his back and splashing against the muscled perfection of his ass. Then, with a single casual flick of his thumbs, he dropped his Speedo to the ground, stepped out of it, leaned over to grab a towel, and wrapped himself up before heading back inside. His Speedo was still on the pavement. And in the next moment—as Brian slid his raw dick into my hole, both of us dripping precum like a couple of teenagers—I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about that brief glimpse of Dalton’s amazing butt. “His parents leave in two days,” Brian whispered in my ear. “Do you know what that means?" "What's that, babe?" "In two days, that sweet ass is gonna be ours.”

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