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I was at the video store again yesterday. It was a normal Monday with mostly old overweight guys aggressively looking for younger. I have gotten to know a lot of the men there and they know for the most part we are looking for the same thing so they leave me alone. They will often direct me to someone new that has come in to see if I want to hook up. Yesterday I was walking f around and one of the regulars pointed to a booth that had the door cracked open a little. I peeked in and there was a young Latino with a nice cock. Probably 9”. He waved me in so I walked in and he locked the door behind me. It was a larger booth and he had some porn playing. I turned around to see he had another guy in the booth with him. The guy was older and had his dick out stroking it. I naturally dropped my sweat pants and got to my knees to suck the younger guy and with a free hand started stroking the other guy. The younger guy gave the universal sign that he wanted pussy by reaching for mine and sticking a finger in. I know what to do at that point and turned myself around so that my pussy was facing the big dicked Latino and started sucking the other guy. The Latino guy wasted no time and he spit on my pussy and drove in. He was a good top knowing how to position himself to get deep and make it count. I continued to go to town on the other guy sucking him like it was the last cock I would ever have. The Latino inside me was moaning loud and I am sure we had a group outside of the door. When I came up for air I could see The two men using me were kissing and playing with each other’s nipples. I could feel the guy inside me pick up pace and pound harder. He gave the sign that he was about to cum by grabbing my hips and holding me tight. He started to cum and was moaning loud. The other guy kept saying yeah breed him. When the Latino finished he said to the guy I was sucking...let’s switch. The switched places and the other guy started to fuck me. I was cleaning up the Latino making sure I got every drop. The second guy didn’t take long and he unloaded in me within a couple of minutes. They both pulled their pants up and started to leave the booth. I send to the guy that just fucked me last.. do you want me to clean you? He said no and they both left. I was happy to get two big loads. It was a great way to start my week.

I've written before about my cleaner at the office. He's straight, gf, has a kid. Last Friday he texted me as asked if I was still in my office and could he stop by. I texted yes and a few minutes later he knocked quietly on my door. I let him in. He was chatty and fidgety. After what must have been for him a painful 10 minutes of awkward chatting he asked if I wanted to suck his dick, explaining that his gf has been away helping her mom and he was horny. I said sure and helped him out of his pants and onto the leather chair in my office. I sucked him for a while and he got hard and took off his shirt. He pulled my shirt off over my head too. I dropped my pants when he started rubbing my ass while I sucked his cock. When he ran his finger down the crack of my ass and played with my hole I turned around and offered my ass to him. He spit on his dick and rubbed his cock against my hole. I keep a little tube of vaseline in my desk. I popped open a drawer and retrieved the tube opening it I smeared a gob on his dick and fingered another gob into my asshole. He pushed forward and popped the head of his cock inside my ass. Exhaling his pushed forward and started fucking my hole developing a nice rhythm. A few minutes later I hear a catch in his breathing and a big exhale as he fucks his load into my asshole. He pulls his nice 8" dick out of my ass and he wipes his dick with a microfiber cloth from his janitor's bucket. He stays naked and curl up under his right arm and he starts making out. Also a bit unusual. Usually he shoots his load and he's done. This time he's kissing me and slipping me the tongue. My cock is as hard as a rock and dripping precum. He slouches in the chair and lifts his legs up to his shoulders. I don't require a written invitation and so I start fingering and then licking his asshole. As his eyes roll back and he floats off to rimmjob heaven I find the tube of lube and smear some on my dick and his asshole. Then pushing his legs back to adjust the angle of approach I very slowly slide my cock inside him. Very slowly...letting him adjust to my thickness until finally I feel the tension release from his legs and his ass is open season. I fuck him for a few minutes and then I hear him say, very quietly, in a perfectly controlled voice, "pound it." Not even certain I heard him correctly, but not wanting to second guess myself, I picked up my pace and fucked him hard and deep. A dozen or so deep strokes, while he happily grunted his approval, I unload deep in his hole. I hope my dick in deep and stop as I cum. He opens his eyes and asks, "did you cum?" "Yes," I reply. He says good and he pulls me down to a sexy wet kiss. We uncouple and he gets dressed as do I. "Thanks," he says, "maybe next week if you're around." I say sure text me and he's off to finish cleaning the rest of the offices. Three days later and I'm neither over, nor have I fully processed, "pound it" escaping the lips of my sexy straight cleaner. What will this week bring...?

I met Jack, we shook hands and he gives me a light hug and welcomes. We chatted for several minutes and I quickly became at ease. Jack was very good at getting me to loosen up and relax, Eventually he began to explain how things worked. "Just like the massage you might get at day spa, you take off your clothes, lay face down on the table, and you can put a towel over you if you wish to hide your modesty. It's completely optional here. I'm usually undressed as well unless that makes you uncomfortable, and I'll start with a nice soothing massage of your legs and feet. I'll then move up to your back. After we are done with your back side, you will roll over and we will do your front. It's very similar, but hopefully a little more erotic and sensual.” By the way, it's completely OK if you get aroused. I know most men fear this the most and end up being tense the whole time. For an erotic massage, it's natural that you may get aroused. Just don't worry about it at all. You are supposed to feel that way. I am now starting to get excited but still apprehensive. I take my clothes off and lay face down naked. I look up and see he has stripped down to his underwear. He starts with a pretty deep massage on my back and neck using just a little bit of sweet smelling oil. He finds some knots quickly and I start to moan, as it is great and I really start to relax. He then moves to my head and he leans in a bit and blows in my ear, which sends a shiver down my body. He then moves on to my legs and feet, which relaxes me and gets my dick to relax from its semi-hard state. Eventually he starts to work up my thighs to my inner thighs "Is it all right if I remove your towel," Jack said. I thought for second, and then said, "Sure." Jack must have already seen my cock and balls with my legs spread, so what difference did it make?" I thought and as his hand starts to gently brush my balls, as if by accident, which starts the engorgement of my penis all over again. He then starts working my buttocks and occasionally starts lightly stroking my ass hole which gets me fully hard. He takes his time on my ass, and I notice he is starting to lean into me on the table and his penis is clearly semi hard as well, He stops for a moment and I hear the sound of him lowering and tossing his underwear to the side. When he begins to work again I discover he is now working almost exclusively on my ass hole. Suddenly he leans over the table more and I feel this amazing feeling in my ass opening and realise he is rolling his tongue around my ass hole like he was eating an ice cream cone on a hot day. I didn't think it was possible but I getting even harder and more sexually excited and I start to moan and groan all at once. I lose my grip in my concentration, my whole world, seems to be centred on the amazing sensations pulsing from his tongue in my ass throughout the rest of my body! After what seemed like an eternity, but was really probably only a few minutes, he pulls his mouth away and I feel a cool gel being applied to and also a little bit inside my hole. I then feel him start to push a finger in, slowly at first, and then a little faster and deeper. As I am a complete novice at this being a straight guy, I start to panic a bit, but then my pure lust takes over and I again start to moan like a cheap whore trying to excite a client. "I find myself begging him and he complies, but slowly and methodically. Oh my god, please do more. I really love that! Please do more" I practically yell at him, and he just giggles to himself and says, "don't worry lover, we will get there". OMG, I sound like a chick, and well I guess it's kind of like that. He slows his actions down a bit and returns to rubbing my arse cheeks, lower back and upper thighs, and I relax a bit, but remain really confused and still so excited. My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a warm gel going on and into my hole again. I was so excited that I had no hesitation although having someone's tongue and finger up there was as far as I had ever now gone. Then I felt something being inserted and I gasped as I realized he was putting..... "Just relax your muscles, Dan.... ungh," Jack advised as he adjusted his position on top of me. "Let my cock stretch your ass. It'll get used to my dick in a minute or two." "And...ohgawd... and then you'll pull it out?" I asked hopefully and in a hesitant state. "Well... mmm... then we'll really get to business." Replied Jack "What does that mean?" I reply "That means we're going to have some real fun!" "Are you... going to fuck me?" "Just relax." "I... I told you I'm not..." "Dan, take it easy and enjoy my Cock. I told you I'm not gay either. This is just healthy sexual fun okay?" "Okay I... ungh... I guess." I tried to remain calm under the circumstances. "UMPH!" Jack slammed his pelvis into my ass hard. His dick rammed all the way into my warm wet hole with a loud thud. "UNGH!" I felt the cock invade my insides again. The full length had just been pulled out and now it was back with a vengeance. "Jack, I think you might be too... UNGH!" Again the cock plundered my ass. "Oh SHUHweeeeeeet Gggod!" Jack exclaimed as he pulled his hips back, readying for another plunge into my straight ass. "Jack... huff... please just... UNGH!" Again the dick ploughed into me. Jack was actually long-dicking me. "UMPH!" "Please, Jack!" "UMPH!" "Oh, Jack!" "UMPH!" "I... huff... UNGH!"My eyes bulged almost out of their sockets with each powerful thrust. I found my body instinctively humping my pelvis back into Jack. Was I actually fucking back? There's no way my mind screamed inside! "Oh... yeah, Dan, that's it. Fuck back at me baby!" Jack was astonished at the speed he was turning me out. All he could think was this guy must be a real horny to turn out so quickly. "Oh Fuck!" I thought out loud. It wasn't my imagination, I was actually humping back. But it was okay. All I had to do was relax like Jack said. I tried to remain calm and tell myself everything was cool. I then felt him picking up the pace, Jacks balls smacking into my ass with loud WHACKS! Thrust after thrust. He continued to grunt and hump, "OOF!" huffed Jack. "UNGH!" I grunted. "OOF!" "UNGH!" "OOF... this is fun isn't it, Dan." said Jack "UNGH... yeah... I..." "OOF!" "UNGH... I didn't think I'd like..." "OOF!" "UNGH... sex with a man, but this feels strangely nice!" I had no idea what I was exposing myself to, By allowing Jack to have his way with me, I was opening doors to a sexual bliss only known by gay and bisexual men. For a horny, straight male, this may certainly become an addiction. I may not be able to control the urge or the want to be filled by cock. But I would be in denial for a long time to come, as I undoubtedly would try to suppress my desires. At that moment though, I was letting myself go. "OOF!" "UNGH... Jack, I'm not..." "OOF!" "UNGH... I'm not GAYooooooh!" my mouth formed a perfect "O" shape as Jack's dick hit my sweet spot in my ass. It was my prostate finally reacting to the ass pounding. My eyes crossed and my eye lids fluttered as the intense pleasure rippled through my body. Jack paused for a moment, leaving his thick dick on the special spot inside me. He reached behind me to support my back. He lifted me off the massage table and laid himself onto his own back, this time with me positioned on top. In doing so he exposed what I feared most. All the while, Jack kept his massive cock lodged in my ass. This guy could fuck! I felt like a meat skewer as Jack spun me around on his cock. When I was finally in place, I came into eye contact with with my own 7" cock which was raging hard. It stood proudly in the air, all stiff and precum oozing out of the tip. I had never felt my cock this hard. It was so hard it was almost painful. Then I felt Jack begin to buck his hips. Up and down, slowly at first but soon picking up his pace. I almost lost balance but reached down to steady myself by placing my hands on Jack’s chest. I found myself gyrating my hips, grinding my ass onto Jack's dick. I was stroking the length of his cock with my ass. Up and down. Up and down. We picked up our rhythm, again causing the massage table to rock and creak. My mind was still racing and the sensible part was screaming out... “He is turning you out!” That means turning me... turning me gay? That's what was happening here. Jack was going to fuck me gay. But was that possible? It sure looked like it. But if I turned gay, what about my girlfriend or even future girl relationships.... The part of my mind screaming slowly was being lost turned into gibberish in the sexual haze. As I fucked up and down on the thick meaty cock. I fucked so hard that my own cock slapped violently against Jack’s belly. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Precum spattered all over Jack from my leaking cock. Jack was in sexual heaven. He was lying on his back, turning me out as I was riding his massive cock. How could Jack ask for anything more? I slammed my ass down hard with loud whumps. WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP! I rocked up and down, pleasuring Jack's dick with my ass. WHUMP! And then I could feel it. WHUMP! my own cock was about to explode. But how? WHUMP! I hadn't even touched it. It was then that I realized the moment Jack's tongue had entered my ass, I had lost control of my body. WHUMP! Faster and faster. My dick continued flopping around wildly, slapping his belly. SLAP! WHUMP! SLAP! WHUMP! SLAP! WHUMP! As I rode, I felt my balls filling. And then it happened. My cock began spewing cum all over the place as it flopped around. It spattered onto Jack, the floor, and a direct hit sprayed onto my chest..... I screamed out loud as my cock lost all control spewing my seed. "Oh, Dan," Jack called out uncontrollably. "I'm going to blow my seed!" "Oh, Jack!" as I looked back over my shoulder as I saw he was ramming hard into my ass one last time. WHAM! He gave this last thrust every last of his energy he had. His massive dick reaching its hilt as it spewed into my ass and knocking me forward. My body rolled forward and with that Jack’s cock sprung out of my ass with a loud popping sound as cum continued jetting out. The heavy smell of man sex filled the room. Jack’s 8 inch cock was still hard and spasmed as cum continued to dribble out of the tip, as he gazed upon my body and my leaking hole. What a hot fucking mess, as Jack gazed at my ass spread out before him. Jack climbed off of the massage table and put on his shorts, his cock tenting the crotch as he tried to tuck it in. I watched as Jack was walking away to the kitchen to get some water, as I tried pulling myself up and begun pulling up my shorts. Cum dripped down my thigh as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. My ass now felt so empty... and I felt horny. But I had just been fucked by a man and I just needed to just get away. I was straight right? The sexual haze begun to lift and I just wanted to hide under a rock. I quickly got the rest of my clothes on and headed out the door.... Jack called out that it was only sex and “I shall be seeing you very soon again” I would never, ever, be the same again.....

The below is a work of fiction. Any similarity to things that have happened at conventions I have attended are, of course, purely coincidental 😉 I was at a convention and getting seriously blue balled. Anyone who's been to that kind of thing understands what I mean. Boys who are flaking, boys who get distracted, and of course, lots of boys who say yes to you, but also what to say yes to someone who's more famous or handsome so they keep you on the back burner until they finally get rejected and neither one of you go away happy. So as you can imagine, I was getting kind of frustrated, and even though I'd already had sex six times that weekend, I was looking for lucky number seven. After all, this convention was being held in a state known for liking gambling and taking risks. 😉 I was going through all of the telegram chats and other messaging services to see if I could find someone, and much to my surprise, they found me. They saw that I was posting ads and dick pics in various chats and wanted to approach but they were more than a little shy and scared. That's fine, furries usually are shy creatures, but the rewards are always worth it. so we began to chat, and I found out why he was so shy: he was HIV positive. this isn't exactly an unexpected thing in the fur fandom, lots of boys are HIV positive, and it's generally well accepted, but that doesn't mean that you are guaranteed to get laid. After all, a lot of people are squeamish about banging a boy is HIV positive, even if he is medicated. And this boy revealed to me that, because his health insurance had been cut off, he had been going un medicated for a while. I'd be lying if I said that didn't cause me any concern. After all, I also wasn't able to get medication due to my insurance being absolute garbage, but the more I talked, the more confident I felt about rolling the dice. The boy was just way too cute to pass up, as well as way too horny. I'm pretty sure I could have talked to this kid into anything, and it's not like I'm going to turn down a hot young 19-year-old plaything without a very good reason. We agreed to meet on two conditions. One, both of us would be wearing our suit heads, and we would not take them off until he left my hotel room. Additionally, unless we clicked, we wouldn't get up to thing. And lastly, I was not to talk to his mate about this at all, because his mate was concerned the boy might get a reputation as being something of a spreader. Even if I was walking into this trap with my eyes open. If this was a movie or a story I'm sure we would have had an extended conversation about what was going on in his life and assessing the risks and seeing what we were both comfortable with. But that's not real life, and when this cute coyote boy wearing nothing but his suit head and paws and a jock strap showed up at my door started wagging the tail that he had attached to that job strap at me, I immediately threw him over on the bed and began pounding him. I didn't care if he was infected or not, I didn't care that he had that sort of beautiful wastrel body that some guys get when they've been dealing with the disease unmedicated for a while, all I care is that he was an extremely attractive, extremely willing, and extremely hot piece of ass. I had originally intended to spend only a short time with him, just enough to get to know him, pump and dump, and then send him out the door. But to this day I have never had a partner loved cock as much as he did. After I finished pounding his ass the first time, he shoved my dick into his first suit muzzle and gave it a good cleaning, then all but dragged me into the bathroom begging for me to piss on him. then more oral, more anal, back to the bedroom for anal and a different position, I was pounding his ass like it owed me money until after 2 hours I was so physically exhausted that neither one of us could get me up and going again. It took almost 2 hours for us to both calm down and recover enough to where he could sneak back off to do whatever else he was doing, with his mate and his friends ideally none the wiser. Although I can't help but think they would have noticed the smell. In any event, he made me promise never to tell anyone, never to tie it to his name, and also to never see him again. At least, not until I was either medicated or HIV positive myself, as he felt very guilty about potentially infecting me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't give a shit, let's just say there was some harrowing and anxious waiting for the next couple of weeks while I waited for a negative test to come back, which it did, but I almost didn't care at that point. Whatever had led him to become HIV positive had also instilled with him a sexual lust and ability that I've not experienced before or since. This kid loved having sex the way a man dying of thirst loves water or a starving dog loves a decent meal. It was all passion and animal instinct. Him always knowing what he wanted, and making sure I knew how to give it to him. And of course, him lavishing praise on my person and my body and my sexual prowess, and making sure I got plenty of feedback about what a good time he was having. We haven't talked since, in fact I'm not even sure how I would be able to get in touch with him at this point, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't rub one out thinking about him on a regular basis. I never saw his face, and he never saw mine, and we never even exchanged the names we use within the fandom. But God damn, I just hope that boy is out there somewhere, he would be 21 now, giving some other hot top the ride of their lives.

The week before last week was quite busy in opposite of the last week on which I had to work a lot and I became so exhausted and tired that I chose refusing offers instead of having sex. It’s not typical for me as far, so you can imagine how tired I was. Long story short after I had a busy weekend (on Saturday a threesome, on Sunday a hot breeding) my 51 years old fuckbuddy texted me that he wanted a new turn just with each other. On Wednesday evening, both of us were free, so he came. I wrote previously that our session were real flipflop. We continuously changed positions: after he fucked me, I put my cock into him until we changed again. We were both tired, so at this time it lasted only two hours. We finished our session with our favourite: cum to each other’s mouth and snowballing. After two hard days, on Friday I decided to have a rest, to go to my bed quite early. I was laying there naked and play my cock, when this Syrian guy texted me. He was who invited me some weeks ago but interrupted the groupsex he organised and literally fired us. Although he did it very politely and after it he apologised and literally begged me to go back I was upset. So, when he texted again I have doubts and tended to reject him. But he was kind and begged again. It was 1 am, I was tired, I had to clean up myself, so everything was given to stay home. My hornyness was stronger and won against the ratio. I picked up myself and around 2am I arrived at his place. It was a good decision. Previously, he said that he wanted to dominate me. He wanted me to be his obedient slut. My personality was switched to sub slut mode and I gave him myself. The guy, who was so kind turned to a rough dom. Ordered me, humiliated me, call me worthless slut, slapped me, I had to lick his toes and sole. Hi sat on my face. And he fucked my throat and hole careless. I enjoyed it very much. Finally he unloaded my throat. After it we started to talk and he changed back this kind guy. After a while I wanted the new turn. So I decided to show him how a real power bottom plays. I pushed him onto the bedsheet. Grabbed his wrists and kept them strong and kiss him deep. I was licking his chin, neck until his nipples. I started to bite them and continued this journey until his cock. I let it deep in my throat until it splashed in my saliva. He tried to move but I didn’t let him. Then I jumped onto his hips and pushed his cock in me. I rode on him and later I started to jerk off. Both of us started to pant and we knew that we were close. When my cock started to pulsate and I felt his was pulsating too, I bent over to kiss him. He used that to pull his cock out. At this moment during our long, deep and nasty kiss he covered my hole and ass cheeks with his cum, and I covered his chest with mine. Later he said that he breed only in relationship. Okay, I respect it but OMG why???? On Saturday I couldn’t find anybody. TBH I didn’t mind, I needed to have rest. On Sunday, another guy, 23 years old guy invited me to his place. Previously we fucked each other and it was really good. He plays dirty, which is a big turn for me. Last time, we had a ws play. We wanted to repeat it after we fucked each other in front of his wardrobe’s mirror many times. So, went out to his bathroom and continued our session in the large shower cubicle. Sucked each other and fucked each other. Until he unloaded me. I couldn’t cum because I had to take a pee. He asked it as his reward for unloading me. So, he went on his knees and got the golden shower onto his chest. Silly picky guy don’t like it to his face and mouth. I was really satisfied with that week. It also helped me to survive next week. On Wednesday I was so tired I agreed with that 51 yo bear to postpone our sex. The Syrian guy texted me Friday night as it seems usual but I chose to sleep. I did it because with the 51 yo and the 25 yo athletic guys we agreed to meet on Sunday for a threesome. I don’t know why the gay guys so lazy but they cancelled our meeting. It wouldn’t be nice to finish my weekly report this disappointing episode, so now a surprising turn is coming. So, on Saturday night I was totally skeptic about finding anybody for sex. I texted one of my fuckbuddies. He always hosted and said that he didn’t like to go. No comment. So, when started his answer with that his mother stayed in his apartment for night I was sure that he wouldn’t come. But he did. I like the sex with him, because he is also versatile. However, the sex isn’t too intensive with him because of his slamming. It was the same but once he noted that a guy wanted to join us. It was a married bisexual guy with whom I fucked many times. He has a bit irritating personality but he is a good fucker. He always claims that although he is a bottom he always has to fuck as a top. And fuck he can. He fucked both of us. Once he fucked the guy then me, then the guy and so on and so forth. But it would have been unfair not fuck him. So, I fucked him twice.

Well stated. I can’t tell you the amount of times I have had guys hit me up with ‘looking for BBC’ and have no clue how offensive it can be. Funny thing....not a single MOC has EVER approached me with ‘BBC’ . I am attracted to ALL dominant men regardless of race but instantly go soft when I feel like a fetish. Some men don’t mind but most men I know really take issue with it.

Answering your questions, snowballing is kissing with cum. Furthermore, a bit more that means give the jizz you got to another guy’s mouth and take it back and forth. Dirty play means for example piss sex. More details will be written in pm. By the way I have doubts that Budapest is better than many cities that are labelled as gay heaven. Many of my friends are always complaining that they don’t find anybody or hardly can find a partner. They often ask about my secret. I think it’s that I’m definitely not shy, I am talking about my desires openly and I have a very explicit profile. I can host and I have no taboos. Furthermore, I am switch and versatile. The latter means not only my role preferences but I can adjust to partner’s claims, i.e. , I can be daddy and son, can play vanilla or bdsm, can be dom or sub, verbal or silent, normal or extreme. Of course I have preferences and I try to follow them (e.g. I am rather verbal, like rough sex instead of vanilla, etc.) but I really rather say no to anybody.

Hey, pigs! My 29-yr old Vietnamese pigson couldn't play this past weekend (he was working all weekend) but asked to stop by after work today for some daddy fun with me. We got undressed fast. I peeled his pants off (it's very cold here in Toronto this evening!) to reveal a gorgeous hard boicock. I put it in my mouth. He nearly shot a load but refrained from doing so to save his big load for my daddy ass. We got into kisses and cuddling and chatting throughout sex. I know the points of his young body where he loves my tonguing by moaning -- neck area, ears, from his crack right up his spine to the back of his neck, beneath his balls, and sucking on each ball, as well as sucking his cock and rimming his bubble butt. We got to fucking and seeding. He wanted to try a new position fucking me. He had me on my tummy with legs initially open for him to shove his cock in my ass, then I closed my legs. He love me closing my legs and squeezing on his hard cock off and on. It didn't take him long to blast in my ass. He left his cock in for a bit, then felched out a bit of his load in my ass to kiss me with. Fucking HOT! I was on my back with him playing my nipples. I'm a guy whose nipples are attached to his cock and get very hard. On his tummy, he was going back-and-forth sucking on my nipples. This sent me over the cliff, so to speak; I was SO ready to cum. I didn't even finish, "I'm about...", then he quickly sat on my hard cock. We both felt me cumming in his ass. He rocked a bit forward and back too. It felt SO good to empty my balls after a good number of days of not cumming!! And, of course, we're both very hungry for food after sex. He left to have dinner. I had a quick bite as well. Here's one more reason to look forward to downtime after work on a weekday!! SEX! LOL!

I have 2 regular FB now which is so unusual for me. Yesterday my regular FB is coming over. It's been 9 days and he hasn't blown once. I get a message from my other one who has been away for over a week and he has a week of cum to build up. I hadn't been fucked in a week too so I was ready. As I am setting these two up someone I had been speaking to on Grindr messages and says he is finally up to breed. First FB comes over at 6pm. As you can imagine, sore full balls and he barely gets in the door and I am up against the wall and he is balls deep in me. He spins me around and bends me over the kitchen bench and is blasting his load in me within minutes. But he fucks me so hard over the bench I have a bruised rib lol (no complaints). He doesn't go down so we go to the bedroom and I ride him again for a few minutes and in goes load #2. We snuggle a bit and he is off. My other FB is there within minutes. Straight to the bed and he spends some time playing with my arse and the other loads, and then its "fuck I can't wait any longer" he is in my wet hole balls deep and flooding me with his seed. Load # 3. We dress and step out for a smoke and then he leaves. The the third guy comes over. Wants to do it in dark. I am back over the kitchen bench taking load #4 - He slaps my arse and he is out the door.

I recently took a new job and while the company is located in my current city, the office is located on the far other side of town. There is no easy (or quick) way to get from my old apartment to the new company, and so I moved to a shiny new apartment after Thanksgiving. The move puts me an easy walk from the office, but it had the side benefit of putting me within walking (or stumbling, depending on how much alcohol I've had!) distance of one of the city's best-known all-male 'fitness' clubs. While I had certainly heard about this place, its distance from my old apartment made it impractical for me to visit. Besides, there was a bookstore with booths and an adult movie theater near my old pad, and I used to frequent those. I had lots of luck there, too. On a typical Friday or Saturday night, I could count on going home with at least two and usually five or six loads in my hole. In all the years I've visited those places, I've never really cared about my HIV status, but I got tested two or three times a year and was always surprised when the results came back negative. You see, I'm a total cumdump slut. I prefer my encounters to be anonymous and raw, and once a cock is in my ass it isn't allowed to pull out until it has filled me with its load. I was always satisfied with my visits to the spots close to my old apartment, but I had heard the stories of the club near my new place. Tales ran rampant of guys leaving there with 20 or 30 loads in a single night, of bottoms spending hours in slings with lines of tops waiting their turns to use them, and of huge bareback orgies that lasted all night. I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't wondered about this place. I'd be an even bigger liar if I said that it wasn't one of the reasons I selected my new building when I moved! So, first chance I got, I went to check it out. My first visit was on a Friday night in early December, about a week and a half after I moved to the area. I was determined to get unpacked and settled in my new apartment first, so I could throw myself headlong into trying out what I hoped would be my new nightly haunt. I walked the quick 10 minutes to the club, and as I turned the final corner I was shocked to see a huge line waiting outside the door. It was only 10:00 pm! There must have been fifty or sixty guys waiting to get in, of all different ages and races and builds. My hole twitched involuntarily at the thought of this testosterone smorgasbord, but I couldn't help but wonder if I would get in. Two huge attendants in muscle shirts stood outside, patting down each customer before letting them through the doors. They weren't turning anyone away or making people wait, so I assumed the club must not have been at capacity and eagerly got in line. There was a couple in front of me in line, both average built guys in their early 30s. One had his hand discreetly down the front of his partner's pants, and I could see the movement of his hand gently stroking up and down. They smiled at me and we struck up a conversation. "I'm new here, haven't been before," I said. "Is it always this busy?" "Not always," said the guy stroking his partner's cock. "It gets busy, especially on weekends, but December is a special month." "Oh?" I asked. His partner chuckled. "You'll see," he said, a knowing grin on his face. The two of them turned to face the front of the line and he slid his hand down the back of his partner's jeans. Mercifully, the wait was not long. I got to the door and one of the attendants patted me down. Feeling the bulge of my little brown bottle in my pants pocket, he stopped and pointed. "Take that out," he ordered." I complied, and satisfied at what he saw, he motioned me through the door. The inside of the club was exactly as I expected. It was dark, the walls painted black. A rope of blue neon circled the room just below the ceiling, and black lights mounted in the recessed ceiling fixtures made the whites and fluorescents worn by some of the customers stand out. Loud music thumped in my ears as I proceeded to the desk, where a slender, hairless twink in a thong addressed me. "Here for the evening?" I nodded. "Locker or room?" I opted for a room, paid, and received the key. As I made my way to the third floor, I passed dozens and dozens of men, all milling about in a frenzy of color and dark under the black lights. My room was located down a narrow, dimly-lit hallway. Several of the other room doors were open as I walked past. A few were empty, and in others there were men sitting around, talking. It felt odd. Only in one room did I see any action going on. An older, chubby guy was ass up on the bed, with two younger guys spit-roasting him. The top who was fucking him gave his ass a mighty slap, so hard that I heard the smack over the constant beat of the music. He didn't skip a beat - the old man kept sucking the other guy while the top continued to pound his ass. Reaching my room, I unlocked the door and went inside. I shut the door long enough to strip down and hide my belongings in the combination-controlled drawer in the nightstand. Then I opened the door, took a big huff from my brown bottle, and climbed onto the bed on all fours with my ass facing the door. I was determined to make the most of this visit, and hoped that a passerby would be attracted inside by my pink fuckhole. Not two minutes had elapsed before I felt a hand softly caressing my ass. A finger found my hole and slipped easily inside. This was it, I thought, and I steeled myself for what I hoped would be a rough anonymous fuck. But instead, a face appeared in front of mine - the bottom from the couple who had been in front of me in line. "Hi there!" he shouted over the music. "Mark loves your hole. Normally he'd fuck you while I watch, but there's something downstairs you're not going to want to miss!" Intrigued, I stood up. Both he and Mark were naked. I could see now that Mark had a gorgeous 7-inch soft cock dangling between his legs. My hole twitched again as I thought of that cock pressing its way deep into my guts. But before the fantasy could go any further, his partner spoke again. "I'm Mark," shouted Mark's partner with a smile. "We're 'the Marks'." "Hi!" I shouted over the music. "I'm Jay." "Come with us!" Mark yelled, and the other Mark motioned us out the door. We walked back the way I had come, down the hallway and back down the stairs to the main floor. The three of us were naked, and I could see we were not alone. Most of the guys there had shed their clothes. I was surrounded by all manner of manmeat, from the short and thick to the long and slender. White cocks, Black cocks, Hispanic cocks. Some shaved clean and some almost lost in the pubes that surrounded them. A cornucopia of cum. And I wanted it all. Bottom Mark grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd, chasing after Top Mark. We turned a corner into a large, open room, and I stopped and stared in amazement. A man dressed like Santa Claus sat on an elevated chair in the middle of the room. Some men sat on the steps at his feet, others crowded around him. Still more lined the walls. Almost all were naked. I grabbed Bottom Mark's arm. "Who is that?" I asked. Mark grinned. "That," he said, "is Santa Poz. You're going to want to meet him." "Santa -?" I stammered. Mark simply nodded in reply, a mischievous grin on his face. "Come on, I'll introduce you!" Not sure what to make of the scene, I followed Mark through the crowd toward this man on his throne. He was naked from the neck down save for his big, black boots. His long white beard rested on a solid daddy belly. Top Mark stood next to him, bent over and saying something in his ear. Santa Poz nodded and Mark scanned the crowd, found Bottom Mark and me, and motioned us over. Nervous but curious, I followed Bottom Mark over to where this man was sitting. "He's known as Santa Poz because he has a 100% hit rate. If he gifts you, it takes. Every Thanksgiving he goes off his meds and lets his viral count climb. By December first, he's ready. He gifts one bottom a day through Christmas Eve. Twenty-four guys a year." As we drew closer, I saw a huge slab of man meat protruding from his lap. No wonder he had so much success! He probably tore apart every hole he fucked. I kind of wanted to see what it felt like to have suck a massive member buried in my guts. Top Mark leaned back over to speak to Santa Poz, motioning to me. "This is Jay!" he shouted. Santa gave me a silent nod of acknowledgement, then motioned for me to turn around. I slowly pivoted 360 degrees, letting him ogle my body, and returned to face him. He smiled, then stood and raised his arms, motioning for everyone to be quiet. His cock hung two thirds of the way down his thigh. It was at least 10 inches soft, and almost as thick as my forearm. It was framed by two huge, hairless balls. The music stopped and the crowd parted. A king-size sleigh bed appeared in the doorway, pushed by the two Marks who had somehow slipped out of my sight as I was modeling for Santa. Casters were mounted to the underside of the bed frame, and they rolled it through the crowd and stopped in front of the throne. Then Santa spoke. "Friends," he began, "you all know why we're here. Each night in December, I offer one man the opportunity to join the poz brotherhood." Wait, WHAT? My mind started spinning. Surely he didn't mean me! Yet he pointed to me. "I have selected this man to receive my gift, should he wish to receive it." I was reeling now. Was this happening spontaneously, or had the Marks singled me out in line? Did I fit a particular type that this Santa Poz preferred? What the hell was I doing?!?!?! I had resigned myself long ago to the idea that I would eventually become poz, but this was so explicit, so in-your-face, that I simultaneously felt titillated and repulsed. I couldn't think clearly. I wanted that cock to split me open, to tear my asshole and leave me a gaping, cum-dripping puddle of sweat in the middle of that bed. But I had never - in all my years of taking raw, anonymous cock - ever knowingly taken a poz load. Could I? I felt every eye in the room on me. Everyone watched and waited for my response. I looked at the two Marks, then at Santa Poz, and that huge slab of man meat hanging between his legs. I was torn, I was confused. And then my body began moving toward the bed, as if I were being guided by an invisible hand. Was this really happening? Was I about to go through with this? I climbed on the bed. The crowd cheered and applauded. The two Marks were grinning wildly. Santa Poz had a look of contentment on his face. "Let us prepare this man to receive my gift!" he cried, and the cheers and applause grew louder. Once on the bed, I assumed the ass-up position, offering my hole to this man with the huge cock and the balls full of toxic cum. Top Mark approached with a bottle of lube that had a nozzle screwed on in place of a cap. Inserting the nozzle into my hole, he proceeded to empty the contents of the bottle into my rectum. Next, Bottom Mark picked up a rather large plug from under Santa Poz's throne. He came to the other side of the bed and set it down next to me. Each of them then produced a small brown bottle and simultaneously held one under each of my nostrils. I inhaled until I couldn't inhale any longer. My head swam from the effects, but I exhaled and took another hit anyway. At that point I felt pressure on my hole, and assumed that Bottom Mark was inserting the plug. I glanced back, only to see the plug still on the bed beside me. Was this Santa Poz? No, he still sat on his throne, watching these men prepare me for him. I felt a searing pain in my hole and knew what the pressure was. A brush. They were scratching up my insides to make sure his gift took. Bottom Mark offered me a brown bottle again and I inhaled mightily as Top Mark began to work the brush in and out. My hands gripped the bed sheet as I endured this onslaught. After just a few moments, he was done, and Top Mark removed the brush from my hole. He held it up to show the crowd, and they cheered. Then he placed it within my view, and I saw that it was a standard-looking bathroom brush, about four inches across. The normally white bristles were red with my blood. Lube dripped from it as he placed it on the floor beside the bed. The crowd began to chant. "Santa Poz! Santa Poz!" The brown bottles appeared under my nose again, and I took two more long deep breaths. My head was swimming and my poor scratched up hole was throbbing, and I hadn't even gotten to the main event. Bottom Mark inserted the plug next. It felt larger than it appeared, and my hole spasmed a bit around its girth. He slowly worked it out, then slid it back in until my sphincter slammed shut on the base. Over and over he continued, until my hole had loosened to the point where he could move the plug in and out with ease. Then the crowd went quiet. Another hit on the brown bottles, and I felt the pressure of another body on the mattress. He pushed my ass down so I was laying on my stomach, my legs together as he straddled them. This was the first time I noticed that despite all the poppers, my cock was rock-hard. I felt the wetness of my precum on my stomach as I pressed into the mattress. "Spread your ass," Santa Poz ordered me, and I complied. I heard the click of a lube bottle, then a few drops dripped onto my ass as he slathered his giant shaft. Then it was time. He shifted on the bed to line up, and positioned that massive missile over my already-abused hole. I was breathless in anticipation. He was gentle at first, working the head of his cock into my ass. I opened easily and my hole greedily consumed it. He rested like that for a moment, gently rocking on his knees with just the tip of his shaft inside me. Then without warning, he plunged balls-deep into my tight, sore ass. Every last inch was suddenly and unexpectedly inside me. I screamed in pain. I writhed in pain. I tried futilely to get away from the burning, searing torture he had brought upon me. The two Marks held me in place as Santa Poz leaned forward and placed a hand on each of my shoulders, pressing me into the bed. With that, he began to work his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out and stretching my hole like it had never been stretched. Once he had me held in place, the two Marks brought the brown bottles back to my nostrils, and after a few more whiffs I was able to begin relaxing. The fucking was relentless. This man's cock was easily 13 inches long and eight or nine inches around. It filled me like I have never been filled before or since. The head of his cock may have bounced off my diaphragm for all I know. I could neither think nor speak with that monstrosity inside me, and I was only vaguely aware that the crowd now surrounded the bed, watching and cheering and yelling as I submitted to my fate. A few times, he backed almost the entire way out before slamming balls-deep again, and for a brief moment each time, everything went dark. Finally, Santa Poz leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "It's time for your Christmas gift." I was surprised to find that I was sad this amazingly intense experience was coming to an end, and that I was oddly excited for the outcome. Almost automatically, I replied, "I want your poz gift, Santa. Please give me my gift!" A few more mighty thrusts, and he froze. His hips bucked as he pumped his toxic seed deep inside me. When he finished, he collapsed on my back, panting. The crowd cheered. It was all so surreal to think that I was now almost certainly poz. But somewhere in my clouded mind there came a sense of relief that it was done, that I knew it was done. The waiting was over. Santa Poz finally got up, his now flaccid but still huge cock sliding slowly out of me. I felt a sudden sense of disappointment; my hole felt oddly and sadly empty after having been so full. He walked to the head of the bed to show me his cock. It was covered in lube and cum and yes, my blood as well. I leaned forward and took what I could into my mouth, then ran my tongue back and forth along his shaft, cleaning it off as best I could. I savored the taste of his fluids and mine mixed together with the sweetness of the lube. As I slowly regained my composure, Bottom Mark appeared again, this time with an even bigger plug than before. "Keep this in for the rest of the night," he advised, as he worked it into my gaping hole. I suddenly felt full again. He helped me to my feet and then he and Top Mark escorted me back to my room. I thought briefly about offering to blow them both in thanks for the evening, but I was exhausted. I got dressed, and they walked me out of the club and put me into a cab for the short ride home. I vaguely remember some of the club patrons coming up to me as we exited, congratulating me and telling me how hot it was to watch me get pozzed. By the time I got home it was nearing 4:00 am. I stumbled into my apartment and collapsed on my bed, where I had a deep and dreamless sleep until 2:00 the next afternoon. When I awoke, the plug was still inside me from last night and my hole had started to tighten up again, so it took some effort to get it out. When it emerged with a "pop!," a puddle of cum and lube and blood gushed out of my hole and onto the bathroom floor. I cleaned up the mess and then, assuming they had meant for me to keep it as a souvenir, I washed off the plug and placed it in my nightstand. Then a long, hot shower and a cup of coffee to wake me up. I looked at the clock; it was almost 5:00. Time to grab some food and get ready to go back to the club. "I wonder who will receive Santa's gift tonight?" I thought to myself. One thing was for certain: I would not miss being in the audience to watch tonight! It's been two and a half months since I met Santa Poz, and I got the call today. His success rate remains steady at 100%.

10. Doctor's Orders "Oh HELL," Shay grunted again. His cock spurted several more times, spraying his precious, masculine load inside of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the new guy stroking his dick with one hand, and playing with his nipple in another. There was something across his chest, but I was too high to figure it out. The stranger was staring at me. He was enjoying the scene, and it was turning him on. But it wasn't a lustful, desiring stare. It was something darker, more controlling. He had seen what he wanted, and he was going to get it. There was nothing I could do that would change that. He was going to fuck me. "Give him what he needs?" "He's got my vote," Shay said. From a pocket, he produced a black marker. He scribbled something on my chest, under where the other men had put their initials. I tried to read it, but between my position, the drugs, and the upside-down writing, I could only make out an S. "And my load," he said, as his dick twitched one last time in me. "He's fucking dripping sperm tonight," the stranger said. "Best way for a boy like him," Shay said. He smiled at me, before slowly pulling his dick out of me. "Gotta make sure every drop stays inside you. Get you pregnant, huh?" The two men laughed. "It's not quite pregnancy," the other man said. He had stepped all the way into the pool of light. He was in his mid-thirties, his hair thinning a bit, and there were a few flecks of grey in it as well. But it only made him look more mature and masculine. That was helped by his erect cock. It was about the same size as Shay's, or maybe a bit smaller. But a bit smaller than Shay was still a big dick. In the light, I could see his costume more clearly. Around his neck hung a lanyard with an ID badge and a stethoscope. He had pushed down a pair of faded green scrubs; they were taut around his hairy, muscular thighs. He was a horny, hung doctor. Although I craved a thick cock deep-dicking me, I knew my limits. A more reasonable cock would still scratch that persistent itch, and let me recover a bit. "Jesse," he said. "You must be Kenta," he said. He pushed his scrubs all the way down, exposing a red biohazard tattoo on his thigh. Above the biohazard, he also had the now-familiar three repeated sixes, in dark Fraktur letters. "Yeah," I replied. He knelt down on the couch, right between my legs. "Jon's been telling everyone how good your ass feels. He asked me to give a professional opinion." "You? Are you a real doctor?" "Here?" he said. "Or in real life? Not that it matters, really." "No, I guess it doesn't." "Now. You've been fucked by a few men already?" I nodded. "Good, he continued. "All raw?" I nodded again. "Good. Cum in you?" Once more, I nodded in agreement. "That's all very good to hear. Now, I want to try it out." I spread my legs slightly, opening up for him. It had hardly been a minute since Shay had pulled out, and I was already hungry. I had never been this horny, and I loved it. The freedom of prep was liberating, and the drugs only made it so much better. "Please," I moaned. I reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks. I pulled them apart, exposing my hole to him. "Fuck me." "All those loads you took. Now, are you going to take mine?" "Please, Jesse," I grunted. "Fuck me." More than just his cock, I needed his seed. "Give me your load. Breed me." He lined his cock up with my hole. "Please." "When you ask so nicely, how can I say no?" Jesse said. He had a trace of a Southern drawl. It only made me want him more. My brain suddenly fixated on the idea of a Southern daddy doctor dick in Asian twink hole. I wanted him to act it out on me. Even as I was fantasizing, he pushed his cock into me. I was already very well lubricated and opened up, so it was easy to accommodate his dick. "Goddamn," he muttered. "That's a well-fucked hole. Bet you can take the whole thing?" "Give it to me," I moaned. His cock was barely a third of the way in my hole. I felt it slide past my finger tips. His cock was like steel; Shay's dick had been big, but it was like dense, springy rubber. This cock was solid, like a stone shaft. "Oh fuck," I grunted. Even though it was smaller, the stiffness made it harder to take. "Give me a second," I managed to say. His cock slowed down, but did not stop. It was an inexorable force, and there was nothing I could do. Any hope I had of this being a recovery fuck vanished. "Your hole is so hot," Jesse said. "But I know you can do it." He smiled at me, and another inch of cock disappeared into me. "Just relax. Find the pleasure. Here is help." He held a bottle of poppers under my nose. The warmth of the poppers filled my nose and lungs. "Please," I started, but my words were interrupted by another hit from the brown bottle. "Just a little more," he said. "Doctor's orders," he continued. "I know it is a bit uncomfortable, but you're going to be thankful. "What feels good?" "Please," I grunted again. I asked him to stop. "Give me your cock," I said. I couldn't take another second. "Fuck me hard." I couldn't believe what I was saying. "That's it," he said. "You've done a lot of drugs. They are going to cloud your judgement. So it's expected." I was struggling to maintain my composure. His cock was pushing me over the edge, and I wanted to break down and cry. Yet, the poppers were still fucking me over. "Fuck me harder," I said. I didn't want that. I wanted him out of me, and I wanted to be home and safe. "Of course," he said. "As hard as you want. You know what you like." He stabbed his cock into me, pushing the entire length into me. Time slowed down, and I could fully comprehend each painful millimeter forcing its way into me. "This feels really good," he said, as my asshole burned in agony. "Hell yeah," I spoke. I couldn't understand why I just didn't say what I wanted. I tired again. "Fuck me. I need it." It wasn't what I wanted to say, and what I was saying was going to be agonizing. "I see it," he said. "That was what Jon and I were worried about. When you get high," he started. I nodded. I wanted to know why I couldn't say what I needed. I didn't dare speak; it was only going to make things worse. "Fuck me hard and breed your load into me," I said, against my mind's every effort to stay silent. "Yeah. That." Jesse smiled, and his dick pistoned in and out of me. "When you're high, your body takes over." He pushed his dick back into me. "It's fucking hot. Just let it happen. Your body knows what it needs. You're going to love it." "Please," I moaned. "It's intense." "I know it is," he said. "But this feels so fucking good. Your cum-filled hole wrapped around my hard cock." "Fuck me," I moaned. It was going to be an intense fuck. Even though I knew this was a dick too much for now, I kept on begging him. "Pound my hole." "As you wish," Jesse said. He pulled out, then pushed in again, and then kept on repeating it. My ass was burning, and each stroke only made it worse. "You're going to be tender and sore in the morning. But it will be worth it." "Please. Cum in me." "Is that what you want?" he asked. "Your hole dripping with random guy's sperm?" "Just breed me." I was going a bit crazy. He was teasing me with his dick, stretching me and opening me up, and edging himself closer. But I wanted his cum. He was hot and healthy, and it didn't matter that we were fucking raw. "Cum in me." "That's what I like to hear. Not too much for you, is it?" He slammed his dick in, almost daring me to say it was. I tried to grunt and tell him how I needed a break. I wanted a break. But I said just the opposite. "Don't stop. Fuck me until you cum." "That's the right attitude," Jesse said. He kept on fucking me. I looked up, and standing next to me was another man, watching the two of us fuck. "It's gonna help you a lot tonight." He was naked except for a leather harness across his chest, a pair of leather gloves, and black leather boots. He was hairy all over, and out of a dense mound of pubes, a thick, hard cock emerged. There was a bit of grey in his beard, but he looked amazing. He had a sleeve of tattoos on his left arm, all in black and white; it was hard to see all of them, but I saw a skeleton on his bicep, and a snake wrapped around his arm several times. However, rather than the biohazard tattoo above his dick that the other men had, he had an inverted pentagram. "Come on," the new man said. "Give the rest of us a chance on that hole." He stepped a bit closer, and I saw that the intricate pattern in the middle of the pentagram was a biohazard symbol. "Jon can't stop talking about that prepped-up ass." "I'm giving it my vote," Jesse said. He pushed his dick into me. "You want it?" he asked me. "Please," I moaned. He would cum in me, and pull out. Then I could get a short break before I got to continue the night. "Cum in me." "Give him what he wants," the stranger said. "What he needs," Jesse grunted, pushing his dick deep into me. He didn't pre-cum as much as some of the other men. Although the other men had left me well-lubed, Jesse had been working it into my hole, and his strokes were getting rougher. "Fuck this hole good." "Bareback and breed that hole," the stranger said. "Give him the gift." "Hell yeah," Jesse grunted. He was starting to pound my hole faster, and he was breathing harder. Deep in my hole, his dick was stiffening; he was getting very close to cumming. "Breed this boy's hole," he repeated. "Please," I moaned. "Cum in me." I couldn't think about anything other than Jesse's cock injecting his load deep in my hole. "Give it to me." "FUCK YEAH," Jesse said, slamming his cock into me. He held it, and I felt the familiar warmth of cum filling me up. I barely knew Jesse, yet I was more than happy to let him fuck me raw and cum in me. There was another pulse down the length of his cock, and more of his sperm landed in my guts. "TAKE IT," he grunted. "That's it. Fill him up," the stranger said. He was jerking his cock now, watching the two of us fuck. "Get him ready for me." "Hell yeah," Jesse said. He was pumping my ass now, his cock sliding in and out of my hole, coating it with his sperm. "Take every fucking drop of it," he continued. "Please. All of it," I said. My head was spinning, and it was hard to even keep track of where I was. But this was what I needed. I turned my attention to the stranger. "You're going to fuck me, right?" "Of course I am. Give you a good fucking, and then a very special load." "He's got a fat dick, doesn't he?" Jesse asked. The stranger's dick was a bit shorter than Jesse's, but it was a thick shaft, topped with a big mushroom head. "You're going to love it," he said. It was going to be an intense ride. "Please," I said. "I want it." "I'm sure you do," the stranger said. "You done there?" he asked Jesse. "Or do you have more to do?" "Almost done," Jesse said. He turned his attention. "Great ass. Now. Doctor's orders." I nodded, waiting to hear what he was going to tell me to do. "Take a lot of loads. I'll see about getting you some more G. It will make it easier." He pulled his cock out of my hole. I squeezed my ass, trying not to let any of the semen drip out. "Your turn," Jesse said to the other man, as he stood up. His dick was shiny from my ass. It felt so depraved, to know that one man had just fucked me, and there was a total stranger ready to take his place. "You're going to take his load, right?" Jesse asked me. "Promise," I said. I turned to the stranger. "You're going to give me your load?" "Promise," he said, as he knelt down between my legs. He rubbed his dickhead up against my ass hole. "Damn. Jesse said you were wet. But I didn't believe him. It's like fucking a pussy." "It's your hole to fuck," I said. "I know it is. And you're going to take all of it."

The rules were made a bit tougher as of yesterday. Please read the following… In short, STD fetish is now banned because it harms the community. And the kind of AIDS fetish that glorifies becoming sick and/or dying is now also banned for the simple reason that I don't want this site used to promote that level of self-harm. DO NOT QUESTION THESE NEW POLICIES IN THIS THREAD. THEY'RE NOT UP FOR DISCUSSION. You will get an infraction if you do question the policies – they're explained a number of different ways in the thread linked just above. However, you may ask if something you're planning on posting would violate the policy.

Had to travel for work recently and rather than stay in a hotel I got in touch with an old colleague I knew lived in the area I was visiting. He and his partner are in their 50s and whilst they're just my type (older, hairy, bears), nothing sexual had ever happened before so I hadn't even thought about it before I arrived, I just assumed we'd catch up over a few drinks and a nice meal. That part of the evening went how I expected and at about 11pm I headed up to the spare room and started to get ready for bed. I'd just got down to my underwear when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find my colleague and his partner standing there with three whiskeys and he asked if I wanted a nightcap before bed. I said yes and they came into the room and we all sat on the bed with our drinks. I went to put some clothes back on but my colleague told me not to bother and ran his hand up my leg until he reached my crotch and gave my cock and balls a good squeeze. Within minutes we were all naked with me on all 4s with my colleagues tongue up my arse and his partners fat cock in my mouth. The took turns fucking my hole and both blew two loads each up me before the night was out. When they were both spent my colleague blew me until I came in his mouth. He spat my cum onto my hole and fucked it into me with their four loads. Then he had me push them out and fed them to me before we all kissed, passing our mixed cum between us before they eventually made me swallow it all. It was a good night! Hoping I get to go back again soon!

I was a week into my “Johnny VirusSeed” tour of the US and Canada. So far my breeding count was five. I bagged number five that morning. I was in my underwear watching a sex vid, when this hot little number peered through the crack in the door. I invited him in. He made the first move, massaging my engorged cock through my briefs. I unzipped his trou, and out popped the sexiest little five inch bent cock. We stroked each other, and I led him to the bed. I stripped off his clothes, revealing a tight muscular bod, with just a light dusting of chest hair. He fucked my face. As I sucked him, he moaned about how good my mouth felt and urged me to fuck his sweet Ass. I didn’t need any further encouragement. I got behind him, gave him a hit of my Poppers, licked his tight Hole, and ogled his absolutely symmetrical Butt. I applied a small amount of lube to my Shaft and dove in. He groaned and backed up on my Cock. He was as tight as they cum. I fucked him Doggie-Style a while, and he asked if I liked his Hole, and if It felt good. He sure was anxious to please. I told him he had a great Ass, raised his legs to my shoulders and rammed it back in. “Play with my Tits, Boy!” He did, and that made me pump harder and faster. He said he wanted my Fist up his Ass. I would have loved to oblige, but was too close to Cumming, and spewed a small Lake up his Guts. His eyes widened when he realized I was Cumming. I told him he was full of my man juice now. He shot without touching himself. I pulled out, and some of my Seed rolled down his thighs. As he wiped up, he asked if there was anything he should worry about. “Nothing to speak of.” Why should I lie? One day he’d thank me for the POZZING. To assuage any doubts, I asked him same thing. “Course not. I wouldn’t BAREBACK if I had anything.” That evening I cruised the Hotel, leaning against the balcony railing, gazing down into some muscle dude’s room, when a good looking, thirtyish guy happened by. He gave me a look-see, then glanced toward the gym bunny’s quarters. “How’s it going?” “OK,” I replied. “You staying here at the Hotel. “Yep. Are you?” “No. Just visiting.” And then I noticed the big ole fat wedding ring on his finger---BOING! Married Dudes are PROOF POZITIVE that GAY GIFTING needn’t be gender-specific. I asked if he were looking for someone. “I think I’ve found him.” “Let’s go to my room.” When I closed the door, he went NUTS. He must have been starved for ManSex, because he couldn’t get enough. He licked my hairy chest, and popped the hardest boner I’d seen in a long time. He was ALL OVER ME, so I took him to bed. He stripped, and went to work on my Balls. He rimmed my Hole, then sucked my Cock. I told him that he was a Sex Starved Faggot, and the only thing that would satisfy his Craving would be if I shot a huge Load up his Ass. He groaned in agreement and worked my Pole ebulliently. I continued to talk Shit to him, getting him ever more Hot and Bothered. I told him that, Married or not, he was a Queer Faggot Cocksucker. I flipped him over on his stomach and tore into his Ass. He screamed in Pain and Pleasure. I asked if he wanted my Seed, and he begged me to Breed him. Who was I to decline? I spermed his Neg Ass good and deep and pumped his Married Mancunt full of POZ JIZZ. The Cocksucker thanked me. I hoped I’d given him something to remember me by, and he’d pass it on to his Woman. I wouldn’t want the Little Lady left out. I could hardly believe the Abercrombie type I did the next morning. In the afternoon, I took on the gym bunny one floor down. So the count stood at eight, maybe more, counting spouses. In the morning I checked out for Denver. I had three, maybe four, Neg Holes lined up there.

After a month and a half of daily use, Terry had begun hanging out with me more outside of sex, though none of the friendship or fun ever dulled his harsh attitude during sex. My hole had adapted to his plug, and an upgrade hed gotten me, and now when he shoved himself inside of me the pain lasted seconds before I was a molten pile of fucktoy moaning in ecstacy. I yearned for him every hour he was away. and sometimes when we were hanging out watching tv id just lay at his feet sucking his cock lightly for hours at a time. I realized I was hopelessly in love with him, that he truly owned my body. One afternoon Terry had not showed up, and I had started to get horny and sad, since it looked like I wouldnt see use today, but suddenly I heard keys in my door. Id been naked the entire day, so I quickly got in position on my knees in the entry. My excitement changed when I saw it was not Terry coming in my door, but a stranger. He wasnt super tall, maybe 5'10, older than Terry, prob in his late 50s or early 60s. He had a mostly grey beard, a bit of a gut, and was looking at me like meat. He tossed Terry's key on the ground, dropped his sweatpants to the ground and freed an impressive cock, it wasnt as long as Terry''s, prob just over seven inches, but it was THICK, and beneath it hung some of the biggest nuts I had ever seen in my life. My brain didnt need to process anything, with day after day of the exact same routine the fact that it wasnt terry didnt even occur to me as an issue. less than 20 seconds after walking into my apartment unannounced this total stranger had his cock buried to the balls down my throat, and was pumping my face hard. I started to choke and sputter, since he was so thick it stretched my throat. He pulled me back and put a poppers bottle under my nose. as so often happens in these scenarios I was gasping, so my pulls of the bottle were massive, right before he took it away and resumed. Terry had face fucked me alot, though he was usually a bit careful, knowing his length. Whoever this man was didnt give a shit, he treated my mouth like a pussy, fucking it like he hated me. Saliva was dribbling out of my mouth like a faucet and it was all I could do to just survive it. I ran both my hands over his giant nuts as he began to slow down, I could feel urgency in his pumps, I knew he needed to nut. He yanked his cock out of my throat and kneeled down, I was confused on what he wanted but he just wanted an angle to grab my throat. He was merciless, he grabbed my throat at a wrong angle and strangled me brutally as he lifted me to a standing position. What hed done inside my throat only made it worse. He pushed me face first against the wall and then smacked his palm hard onto the base of the plug in my ass. OW Grabbing ahold, he pulled the plug out in one motion, torturing my ring, then aimed his cock and buried it. I was proud that I felt no pain, having already been stretched so much. He shoved himself balls deep, and kept a viselike grip on me, forcing me to stay fully impaled. He didnt thrust at all, but I was in heaven. My body writhed, my hips rolled and While he stayed immobile I made love to his fat cock. I moaned like a porno as I fucked myself onto him. With no warning he suddenly pulled halfway out, and pumped hard, I felt his fat cock tense up and with it buried fully I even felt that knot work its way up to blow a huge nut directly into my guts. I came hard, blasting cum against the wall, and a few seconds after we both finished he pulled out. He pushed me down to my knees and pressed my face against the wall, I instinctually licked up my own cum, and right after he began rubbing his cummy cock on my face, using my cheeks to wipe it clean. Once he was satisfied he put his pants back on and left, having never said a word.

I’m happy to read here many comments declaring that race-center thinking has no sense. I know many guys who are although liberal, tolerant, and open-minded state that they don’t like guys like whatever. I really don’t understand them. In my childhood there was a very popular Hungarian cartoon (maybe it is still familiar), whose one figure was a fat bird named Arthur the Dumpling. He loved chocolate and had a motto on it saying he loved “round chocolate, square chocolate, long chocolate, short chocolate, flat chocolate, solid chocolate, wrapped chocolate, naked chocolate, whole chocolate, started chocolate, chocolate, bitter chocolate, tube chocolate, hazelnut chocolate, milk chocolate, liqueur chocolate, last year’s chocolate, this year’s chocolate, and any chocolate that is made in the world. The point is the last part of his verse. And I’m the same person like this bird only with guys. I don’t care about race, age, shape, etc. If he has good dick and/or good ass, he is welcome. I think I am lucky to have sex with almost all races. For example I was fucked by and fucked South-American indian, Indian, Maori, Chinese, Korean, Japanese, Arabic, Turkish, Roma, Black, latino and many guys from whole Europe, etc. According to my experiences all the sexual racial stereotypes are fake and bullshit. As for the most common ones: I fucked a black hung guys sweet ass and many Chinese guys fucked me like a bull. One of them, a young small guy was a real rough dom. He spectacularly enjoyed dominating me, the white daddy. So guys, who don’t wanna fuck with others because their race, please guide them to me.

This 22 year old, who goes by the name of Darren, texted me, saying he’d read my profile, and was sick of being NEG. That’s a switch—since most guys I know get sick from being POZ. Regardless, he needed someone to convert him. He was from a Southern Baptist family. Like most of us, it was not the state of being POZ that bugged him, so much as explaining how he got there, but he’d thought it through, and was intent on “getting POZZED at any cost!” That’s where I came in. I replied I wouldn’t charge him, but he’d have to sign a consent agreement in case he had a change of heart, adding it‘d be just a simple dated document stating that he was NEG, I was POZ, and he had willingly, and without coercion, decided to have unsafe sex with me. I texted back I’d have to arrange for a witness, gave him my number, and told him to call me in 30 minutes if he still wanted to proceed. As soon as I was off-line I called Eric, who was 24, 6'3", 230, and best described as a “wonderful side of beef.” I’d POZZED him two years earlier. He happens to manage a motel here in town. I told him of my plans for Darren, said I needed a room and asked him if he wanted to join us. Of course he did. He reserved a room for us. Darren called me, and I told him where to meet. I drafted the agreement and by the time I got to the room, Eric was waiting there naked and ready. I undressed and, while awaiting Darren, Eric and I played a little. I told Eric that I could not cum in him, that I was saving myself to make a deposit in Darren, (but I still sucked a load out of Eric). There was a knock at the door. It was Darren. He had that resolute look of one who had settled on a course of action and was determined to follow through. After getting him to sign the agreement, I wasted no time. I mentioned that Eric, who had provided the facilities, was also POZ, and had volunteered to help. That was fine with Darren - he voiced the belief two pOZ cocks are better than one. Darren and I kissed, and I undressed Darren, who was, to say the least, a sight for sore eyes—5'7", slender, smooth, almost hairless body. I pushed him back on the bed and began to run my hands over him, getting him so aroused that his resistance to anything quickly dissipated. No stranger to gay sex, the little whore reached down and grabbed our dicks. He rolled onto the bed and sucked me and jacked Eric, a horny trio getting hotter by the second. I had to pull out: I sure as hell wasn't gonna blow my load in Darren’s mouth. I had better plans for the Youth. I flipped him on his stomach and rimmed him as Darren zeroed in on Eric's rod. I felt his sphincter relax as his moaning grew intense. His time had come. As he continued sucking Eric, I got on my knees, positioned my dickhead on his wet, tight hole, and pressed in. As I inched in, as Darren asked me, with tears in his eyes, to go easy. Satisfied that I’d be gentle, he resumed milking our host. I screwed him slowly at first, then thrust deeper—all the way in and out, faster and faster. I knew it would not take me long to shoot. I could feel It boil up in my balls - to my prostate - up my rock hard shaft. I couldn't resist any longer. I rammed my dick up the guy's ass and blasted my lethal seed deep in his tight NEG hole. Darren looked back in ecstasy. "Oh, my God! You came in me! I can already feel the bug swimming up my gut!" I didn’t want to damper his enthusiasm, but I couldn’t stomach self-delusion either. “Bullshit, buddy. You have an over-active imagination. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet. You’ll know when you’ve been POZZED!” I’d filled him up to overflowing and gradually pulled out. I could see a blend of pinkish cum ooze from his hole. Dutifully, Darren licked my spent cock clean of jism and ass juices. Just when he least expected it, ever helpful Eric shoved his raging cock up Darren's violated butt. I know Eric. Once in a cunt, he can’t wait to shoot his toxic spooge. With one final grunt and a deep thrust, Eric blasted his POZ Seed up Darren's saturated pussy. The suicidal youth moaned ecstatically, knowing he’d taken two back-to-back POZ loads. I flipped Darren on his back and worked his cock to get him hard again. ”Buddy, it’s a tradition. When we breed a queer, we take his last NEG Load, so gimme yours." I straddled him and sat on his pole. As I rode Darren, I saw that "I'm gonna cum” look in his eyes. I felt him quiver and pump. I milked him dry as Eric lay beside us. When I pulled off, the tenacious little cunt slid his cock into my buddy. I, in turn, shoved my cock up the Darren's ass, and so began our first three-way of the night. We fucked for half an hour before Darren tensed and creamed. Just as he did, I blew my second load deep in his ass. He groaned and moaned and tried to tell me he was finished. “Not by a long-shot, Junior. Remember the agreement? It’s a contract, and we ain’t fulfilled our obligation, yet.” Eric flipped over on his back, slithered down between Darren’s lissome legs, grasped his nearly hairless hips, and, meeting no resistance, tunneled his POZ weapon up Darren’s slimy, bug-infected chute. When Eric's cock was comfortably established, I added mine. Thus commenced our second three-way of the night. Not surprisingly, Darren yelped and yawned and stretched and eventually rearranged itself to accommodate the two of us: two POZ shafts in one NEG pussy. The little whore was getting his just desserts. Simultaneously we blew our noxious loads, filling Darren’s sweet mancunt with gobs of toxic jizm. Darren, aware that he was getting bred with his fourth and fifth POZ Loads, got aroused and shot again. I dressed, and so did Eric. Our sated Southern Baptist neophyte initially lay motionless, but eventually thanked us, complained of being sore, and asked if he could recuperate a while before he left. Eric, whose apartment was at the end of the complex, gave Darren a knowing smile and said he was more than welcome to stay long as he wished—that he’d check in on him from time to time—meaning he planned to do a little POZZING on his own. I told Darren to call me when he got his test results, regardless. “If at first you don’t succeed—POZ, POZ again!”

It's not really a second sphincter but the sigmoid bend. Very difficult to navigate without hitting the walls causing pain, but once straighten out feels amazing for both top and bottom. I've opened it up for enough bottoms. Some get an intense feeling they need to piss, just let go

I’ve always fantasized about a daddy to fly me to his city so I can let him use me for extremely raunchy pig fun. When he picks me up from the airport Id hop in his truck and Enjoy the car ride that has been enhanced with the site of him stroking his 9.5 inch curved uncut cock. We’d first stop at a porn store to purchase a leather harness, metal cock rings, max load pills, and diff anal toys for my anal training. We’d both post ads and get on Grindr to let guys know that a father his flown his son in town for a weekend of raunchy pig perversion with hung tops that enjoy barebacking cumdumps. My dad said that he needs me to mentally prepare for a drug filled encounter and strive to be as nasty as possible. Id get cleaned up and ready so he could spend time using toys on my asshole. My dad wants my asshole to be loose and open for his friends and for strangers. We go to a bathhouse and he tells me that it’s time for my rush since his friends are on the way. He carefully finds my vein and instantly I cough and leak Precum while my mind begins to crave filth. I inhale poppers and feel someone behind me. My dad says fuck yea and I realize someone is emptying condoms in my ass. I love it and love that he’s eating it from my ass too. I suddenly feel a huge cock in me and look up to see 2 other men watching while stroking their huge cocks with metal cock rings. I love being a faggot and was so thankful to have a cock inside my ass while people watch. I continuously inhale poppers as men fill the room and watch a fathers son enjoy multiple loads of cum be dumped deep inside his ass and feel the next cock push it further in. Every time a new cock penetrates me, I here moaning and comments about how good the mixture of cum in my ass feels. My dad is the 11th cock to penetrate me, and his thick curved cock makes my ass fart. As he is slowly deep stroking my fun hole, he asks if I’m ready for more cum. I say yes thinking he’s gonna cum in me, but his friend walks in we a small cup of cum that was from another cumdumps ass. They pour the cum in me and my dad pushes it in. His friend puts his cock in my mouth and I can taste cum. After 3.5 hours my dad tells me that I’ve taken 18 loads. That’s when we pack up and leave to head to a sex party in an upscale condo downtown. With a buttplug holding all the cum in me, we arrive at a condo with floor to ceiling windows and 12 naked hung men. Me and two other bottoms enjoyed multiple tops taking turns fucking us and being filmed. Breeding cumdump porn and a 7” cock had my attention, and then I was told to hold still. Another slam and I was sent over the edge. At that time I was begging for two cocks in my ass. Two cocks soaked in cum were rubbing together in my loose asshole as I was being filmed. My dad told me he was so proud of me and that more cock was on the way. That night ended with me taking 42 loads. Dads, fly me to your city to enjoy a weekend of partying and raunchy fun. I refuse no loads and would love to show u how much I love being a faggot cumdump for groups of men in private or public.

9. Fireman's Hose "Lube that hole up for me," the Fireman said. Doug slammed his cock into me hard. He wasn't too big, but yet, it was still intense. "Oh fuck," I grunted. "Oh fuck." "Oh yeah, you're gonna get fucked," Doug said. "And bred," the fireman said. "And seeded. Give you a special gift tonight," Doug said. "It's almost time," the Fireman said. "I'm almost there," Doug said. "Then he's all yours." "We'll get him ready." I didn't understand what they were talking about. Not to mention that the relentless thrusts of Doug's cock into my hole made following the conversation difficult. It felt so good to have a man like Doug fucking me. I didn't want it to stop. I wanted to be fucked all night long. "Oh YEAH," Doug grunted, and slammed his cock into me. He was the third man to cum in me that night, and I was intimately familiar with all the tell-tale signals of orgasm. I was going to get Doug's raw load. "Oh FUUUCK," he moaned, and held his dick deep in my guts. "OH FUUUCK," he grunted again, and his dick pulsed and exploded. "Take it," he grunted and gave me another spurt of cum. That was followed by two more in quick succession, and then one very long, drippy thrust of his cock. He held it there, as his dick twitched, spat, and paused. "Fucking nasty slut boy," he said, leaning in to kiss me. "Breed me," I moaned. "Breed me." I loved the idea of the older man cumming in me. I wanted to be his boy. I wanted him to know that my hole was always available to him. "Give it to me," "You've gotten his gift," the Fireman said. "Well. Remember the point of the night," Doug said, and smiled. His dick was still deep in my ass, still dripping in the afterglow of the orgasm. He held a bottle of poppers under my nose. As I inhaled, he turned back to the Fireman. "Not my gift. Our gift. From the Dark Lord." I wanted him to repeat what he had said. I couldn't believe I had heard right. But the Fireman didn't seem to react. "Right," he said. "His gift to man." The Fireman nodded his head once, carefully, like he was praying. Doug put away the poppers. His dick twitched, and I felt a small, warm bloom of liquid in my ass. He spoke. "My dick chose him." He paused for a moment, and stared at the Fireman's dick. In just the few moments we had been talking, it had gotten longer and thicker. I noticed the familiar biohazard tattoo above his pubes. His was red. Doug started again. "But I'm just one vote here." I turned to him, and our eyes met. "Want another load?" he asked. I was floating on a popper cloud. I wanted more cocks and definitely more cum. "Yeah," I said. "His?" I asked, nodding towards the fireman. "For sure," the Fireman said. "I've not made my vote yet." Doug turned to me. "You're a very slutty boy tonight, aren't you?" I nodded. I would kill myself if I missed a chance for more dick. "Good. Now, make my friend here happy." He grabbed my waist, and pulled me off his cock. "Please," I moaned. "Just a bit more." "Fucking slut," he said. "Fucking hungry slut." He said it like it was a declaration of love. Even better, he pushed his dick back into my hole. "Just a bit more. My friend here wants to mark your hole." He turned to the Fireman. "What can you do. A slut's gotta slut out." "Totally," the Fireman said. "But that boy isn't ready for DP quite yet." Doug grabbed my hips again, and pulled me off. "Keep it all in you," he said, and pushed me upright, right into the Fireman's arms. His chest was hairy, and the thick leather suspenders pressed against my shoulder blades. Lower down, his cock had already nestled itself between my ass cheeks and was sliding in and out, searching for my hole. "And I better sign off on you." Doug stood up in front of me, and produced a pen. He scribbled a thick "DG" on my chest. "Be sure to get my friend's signature here," he said, before leaning into me for one last kiss. He pushed his tongue into me. "Hot fucking chaser," he whispered in my ear. "Gonna enjoy inducting you." He stepped away. We were standing in a sharp pool of light and soon as he stepped away, he disappeared into darkness. There was a haze in the room; I knew it was from so much smoking. Before I could even think about what Doug had said, the Fireman spun me around, and planted his lips on me. "Hot fucker," he said. "I'm Shay," he said. "Not sure your friend knew my name." I tried to remember the man's name. He had told me at one point, but now he seemed so far away. "Not that it matters," Shay said. "I don't know his name either." He wrapped his arms around me. He was only a bit taller than me, but nearly twice as big. It was all muscle and hair, and I loved the feeling of masculinity against my body. I would do anything for him. Yet, all he did was lean in and kiss me once more. He was taking his time, and carefully explored my mouth. "I'm Kenta," I finally managed to say, remembering to actually open my mouth this time. "Nice to meet you Kenta," Shay said. "You're a sexy guy." He ran his hands over my body. I shivered in pleasure. "I'm glad Jon sent me over." "Me too," I said. He had beautiful brown eyes. They matched his light brown hair perfectly, giving him the overall appearance of being carved out of a piece of dense, solid wood. It was at least what his cock was feeling like; it was still burrowed between my legs. Shay had been leaking all over my ass. I was glad for that. I had not been fucked much, and every bit of lubrication would help. "You're hot." "You are too. Jon tells me you love getting fucked." "Yeah," I said. "I love it." Now, it wasn't Jon's cock which was sliding back and forth. It was me. I was rubbing my ass against his cock, trying to angle my body and his for penetration. "And he tells me you like it bareback?" "Yeah," I said. I hated this interminable talk. I wanted him inside me. I was hungry for it. "Every guy has fucked me raw," I said. "Are you worried?" Shay asked. That was what I had been scared of earlier. AIDS. That was what the biohazard meant. But before I could react, much less say anything, Shay stuck his tongue back in me. "Mmmmmm," I moaned, as I let him explore my mouth. "You don't have to answer," he said. "Your actions speak loud enough." My cock was still stubbornly soft, but despite that, I was dripping pre-cum. Shay ran a finger over my dickhead, scooping up the runny dick juice. He licked his finger clean, and smiled. "This is going to be nice." He steered me back down to the sofa, pushing me down so one leg hooked over the back, the other leg splayed wide and on the floor. The position left my hole completely exposed. "Fucking nice," he said. With one hand, he stroked his thick cock, pulling the foreskin back to expose his dickhead. He reached into one of the pockets on his leather fireman's pants, and pulled out a torch. "You know most firemen are arsonists?" he asked. "We love to burn things down." He let go of this dick, and quickly, he was using the torch to heat a pipe. "Ready to party more?" I hesitated. He laughed. "Remember. Shotguns don't count. He held the hit as he leaned in to press his lips against mine. I didn't have a choice. I had to take his hit, and he was an expert at doing hits. It was thick and heavy. He forced it into me, but I greedily accepted it. It was obvious I shouldn't be doing this much drugs, but I couldn't help myself. I had never felt so good before. My body was warm and I was sweating a bit. But I didn't care. It felt amazing, and I had never felt so happy. I loved being naked with all these men, enjoying our animal sexuality. We didn't have to care about what society told us was acceptable. "Feeling it?" Shay said. His voice was like brass, and if I had any concerns, the care in it made them disappear. "I am," he said, but also took another hit. He held it for a few seconds. "It doesn't count," he whispered in my ear, before pressing his lips against mine once more. He exhaled another monster cloud into me. "Hold it," he said. "I want to breed your hole. Heard so much about it from Jon." He put his finger on my lips, stopping me from breathing out. "Not yet," he said. My lungs were starting to burn, but I didn't dare exhale. I wanted him to be proud of me. Proud to fuck such an obedient hole. "You want me in you?" he asked. I nodded. "Good boy. Breathe." I exhaled, and my head was enveloped in the dense cloud. Even though I was laying back on the couch, almost completely still, I felt like I was spinning. It was disorienting. I was glad that Shay's body was next to me. It seemed like he was the only thing holding me still. "Careful there, boy," he said. "Let's get you anchored down." He slipped the pipe and torch back into one of his pockets. Although I craved more, I knew that I had to pace myself. "We're both feeling it now," he said. "Let's do it." He lined his cock up with my hole. "Please," I said. I had to get his cock inside me. "Fuck me." "Breed you," he said. His cockhead pressed into my anus. It immediately opened up, and accepted the new man's dick. "Fuck me hard," I moaned, as his dick slid into my hole. "Cum in me." He slid in several inches of his shaft. He had the perfect thickness of cock. He was opening me up, pushing me, but it wasn't too much. I could take it for hours, if he let me. "Fuck, that's a used hole," he said. "So much cum up there." I didn't know how to react. This wasn't me. I wasn't at a sex party with a bunch of strangers. I hadn't been smoking crystal most of the evening. I hadn't let so many men cum in me. He continued. "It's so fucking hot." I relaxed, and exhaled. It was big, and some tina escaped. "Fuck," Shay said, seeing the cloud. "You held that hit. You're going to be tweaking hard." I suddenly realized it didn't matter. I could do anything I wanted. It was all for the pleasure. "Fuck me," I said. "Please. Breed me." It felt so good. Shay's cock was sliding into me, even as I remembered all the other men who had fucked me. Seth. Jon. Doug. It was hard to remember them all. "Give me your load." "Tonight," he said, pushing the last inch of his dick into me. "You're going to get more than enough." He started to fuck me. His deep, hard strokes made me gasp, and its incessant strokes pushed all the cum deeper into me. The first few minutes was just about the fucking. He was learning about my hole, and I was taking his thick cock. We were both high, and it only made the fucking better. Despite all the men who had fucked me, I was still hungry for dick. "So cummy," he said, ten minutes later. He looked around for a moment, then leaned in and kissed me. It made kissing seem like something furtive and dirty compared to being fucked raw by a stranger of a man. "Your guts are coated with sperm, you know," he said, before kissing me again. "I know," I said. "Fucking add yours to it. Breed me." I loved begging for his cum. It felt utterly natural. There wasn't anything I had to be worried about, and I could give into the pleasure. All I would have to do was remember one pill each morning. It was easy. "Give me your gift." "You're going to get it," Shay said. His dick slid back into me, now lubricated with his pre-cum. "Milking me and getting me off." He wrapped his arms around me, and in a practiced move, leaned back and pulled me up. I was sitting on his cock now, and my weight forced another inch into me. I gasped. Now upright, I took the opportunity to look around the room. There were only two lights in the room, both small, yet intense. Shay and I were in the middle of one, and across the room, I saw another young man bent over as a tall black man fucked him. In light that spilled out from those small circles, I could make out many more boys and men, all in various positions of sexual activity. "You're going to be very popular tonight," he said. He grabbed my hips, and pulled me down on his dick. "Gonna tell everyone what a hungry hole you have." "Fuck me," I grunted. "Breed me," I moaned. At the edge of the light, a man just barely stepped out of the dark, cloudy haze. I could see just a bit of hair on a lean runner's body. He also had a hard cock, and the head was already glistening with pre-cum. "Gonna take his load boy?" he asked me. "He doesn't have a choice, does he?" "Gotta give him the gift," the stranger said. I loved that, calling their seed the gift. It was a gift, finally being able to accept these men without any barrier or protection. "Get him to join the brotherhood." "He's joined already, haven't you?" he asked me. I looked unsure. "The Bareback Brotherhood," he said. "Fuck yeah. Breed me!" "Hell yeah," Shay said. "You want it?" "Please. Give it to me." I was sweating now, but I didn't care. Getting fucked raw by Shay was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I wanted it to go on forever. I wanted him to cum in me right then. I couldn't choose between the two. Shay was starting to shake. "Ohhhh FUCK," he grunted, before he just started mumbling incoherent gasps of pleasure. "FUCK," he said again. His cock jumped, and exploded inside of me. "FUCK." His orgasm was powerful, but restrained. He had practiced it many times before. He knew what made him feel good and he did just that. He was completely focused on his goal, which was to get his load deep in my hole. "FUUUUUUCK," he moaned again, as his dick throbbed and spurted. He was cumming in my ass, just as he said he would. It was dirty and perverted, the thing we were doing. But there was no way I could ask Shay not to inseminate me. He deserved the pleasure of breeding me.

Part 6 I walked down the block, leaving my car in the fenced parking lot. It was a rainy night, but even this much rain couldn’t wash away the grime in this neighborhood. I huddled into my jacket, uncertain if I was going the right direction. My feet were already soaked with the cold rain. Just go home. I stopped at the end of a long stretch of fences. This was it. The small building standing alone. The open door was spitting out blue, pink and purple light. There weren’t any lit signs, but Grant had told me there would’t be. I saw a couple people go inside. They didn’t look nervous, just walked right in. And I was a little relieved that I couldn’t see their faces. No one would seè me going in. Not that I expected to know friends from school or my family to be around here. I went in. Grant was standing to the side of a small counter. “Hello, pig boy. You made it this time.” He’d been calling me ‘pig boy’ on the phone for the past two weeks. “Yeah,” I said, feeling embarrassed. I was supposed to come last weekend, but had talked myself out of it and gave Grant some lame excuses the next morning. “Don’t disappoint me again or we’re done here,” he’d told me. I knew tonight was make or break. Grant looked at the attendant standing next to him at the counter. “I’ve got him covered.” “Sure, boss.” Grant lead me through a doorway covered in black plastic fringe. It was like walk-in through a magic mirror. Inside was an open space with bands of colored light that created a patchwork of brightly lit and darkly shadowed spaces. But what blew me away was the small crowd of naked men milling around. Grant steered me to the right, into a locker room. He opened a locker and had me put everything into it before he locked it up. I was left wearing the blue jockstrap he’d told me to buy, and my favorite blue sneakers. “You’re even hotter in the light,” he said admiringly, running one rough hand across my smooth chest. I felt an odd mix of embarrassment and elation. I wasn’t used to guys admiring me like this. Sure I’d been told I looked good, but Grant said it in. a different way that made me feel really sexy. I felt more at ease standing here mostly naked. A cute ginger came around the corner of a row of lockers. He was wearing a red jockstrap and red sneakers. He was probably around my age, fresh faced with a big grin, but stockier than me. His skin was pale, but he had muscles like a young football player. He wasn’t as defined as me, but. He looked like a powerhouse. “Hey, Grant.” “Hello, Wil.” He introduced us. “Follow Wil onto the floor. He knows the lay of the land here. I gotta check on the sound system — it doesn’t sound right.” “Sure.” Grant was gone, and I suddenly felt uncertain what to do. Wil was standing there with a big grin on his face, hands casually on his hips in a power stance. He looked really hot, and it was good to finally have someone my age around for ….. well, whatever this was gonna become. No one at the bookstore had been my age, and I expected the same here at the club. But here was Wil, which was making me feel less anxious. “So this is your first time here?” He asked in a friendly tone. I nodded. “Grant bring you in?” I nodded again. Why am I so nervous? I must seem like a standoffish dick. “How long you been coming here?” I asked. “Hmmmmm.. About eight months. I started going to nursing school here, and found out about this place through a guy I dated.” I learned that Wil was just a year older than me, and had moved here from Boston. We got talking about school for awhile, and I felt myself relaxing. Wil was really normal and friendly. He was an EMT at school, and we chatted about sports games. I told him about playing soccer, and we traded stories about cute guys we had crushes on at school. “I saw you’re part of the jockstrap contingent, too.” I wasn’t sure what he meant. “You’re wearing a jockstrap. That’s a signal that you’re a bottom. Let’s the other guys know.” “Oh.” The implications of that started to settle in, and I was having mixed feelings. At first I felt kinda panicked. Am I a bottom? Did anyone I know see me? What would they tell others? “Are you into older?” “I dunno. I dated guys at school. But…” “I hear ya. I thought I was supposed to meet someone at school, fall in love, and get married. Then I found out I like daddies. And they like me. And the sex is sooooo much better!! They know what they’re doing, and they appreciate a young ass.” He looked at me sitting there. “You’re smoking hot. They’ll be all over you tonight.” I didn’t know what to say. Grant kept telling me I was hot. The guys in the bookstore had each said it. Am I? “You’re cool with poz?” I asked him. “Very. Things are different now than they were.” I nodded. “If you’re here with Grant, I’m guessing he’s already bred you.” I half nodded and smiled, kinda surprised at my own reaction. “A couple weeks ago.” “His dick is amazing. I don’t know how he does it, but he knows exactly what you need, and how to give it to you.” I nodded again. “Yeah he does.” “I’m getting horny,” he said. “Let’s do a lap in our jockstraps, then we can pick a spot to start. It pays to advertise.” Wil lead me around the main floor. There was a set of bathroom stalls and a shower area. The eerie greenish lighting was an alcove with three slings that seemed to just float in the air. I’d never seen a sling, only heard guys joke about them. The heavy chains suspended them in the air were nearly black. ‘What do you think?” “Kinda intimidating,” I admitted. I was glad they were empty; I don’t think I could handle more than that right now. “At first. It took me a couple visits before I tried them out. But they’re amazing. Now its my favorite spot to finish the night.” He looked back into the main room. “One more thing to show you before we go up. He led me over to a wide doorway covered in more of the plastic fringe. He stepped through; I followed. I expected more colored lights, but was met with darkness. I stood there trying to let my eyes adjust, and reached out to where I thought Wil might be, but only caught air. “Welcome to the maze.” After a moment I started to see shapes. The space was narrow and seemed to wind in a couple different directions. There were a bunch of thin walls at different angles. Wil walked me through, and I saw the walls had cutouts in them. “This can be a fun spot when you just want cock.” There were a few black lights overhead, and I noticed my jockstrap glowing in the light. “Ready to see upstairs?” “Sure.” He lead me out of the maze and up the stairs near the slings. It was a loft space with a few big, black plastic mattresses and mirrors on most of the walls to the right. On the left were padded benches that I couldn’t quite figure out — you couldn’t really sit on them. There was also a wooden table against the mirrored wall in the back corner. There were a couple guys up here, but they seemed to be standing around. One was younger like Wil and I, wearing a gold jockstrap. I said hi, but he didn’t seem interested in talking to us. “That’s Justin. He’s only friendly if you’re fucking him.” Wil lead me back down the stairs. “This place gets pretty busy on weekends. Guys come and go pretty fast, though. At least the tops do. Have to get back to their wives.” We were walking past the slings when we came across Grant. “Looks like the lil’ piggies are bonding,” he grinned and put a hand on each of our asses. “I like seeing you two together.” It hadn’t occurred to me until now that he had probably done to Wil what he did to me in the bookstore. That made my cock twitch. “Let’s go see Buzz.” Buzz was the bartender at a tiny station tucked in the front corner — I hadn’t even noticed it earlier. Grant ordered two drinks for us “to take the edge off.” He looked at me. We hung out watching the crowd start to roll in. There had to be about 40 guys in the club now, mostly naked or in a jockstrap. “Not a lot of jockstraps tonight,” Grant said. “You boys could have a really good night ahead of you.” “Hopefully you’ll be taking care of both of us later,” Wil said. I was impressed by how bold Wil was. I didn’t think I could be that way. Grant pulled us both against his body, one on either side of him; he moved his hands lower and used a finger to probe each of our young holes. I didn’t realize how much I wanted my hole touched until that moment. I groaned, and nuzzled closer to him as jolts of pleasure zipped through my body. Wil made a similar sound; I looked at him, our eyes meeting each others, and I felt a new bond between us. “Good little pig boys,”Grant said, his finger gently massaging the tight muscles around my hole. “You’re both gonna get a lot of dick tonight. But you don’t get mine until you each have a load inside you. You want it that way, don’t you, pig boys?” “Fuck yeah,” Wil responded. “Good little pig boy.” Grant looked me in the eye. “And you?” He slapped my ass. Another load in me? I shouldn’t be doing that here. There was a lot of risk.But my hole was saying something different, and Grant massaging my prostrate unleashed something in me. I nodded to him. “Yeah” “Good, boy. I have a special plan for you later, too. A little initiation rite.” He looked down at both of us nuzzled against his body. “You two go and collect some loads. I’ll find you when you’ve each got a few in you.” He looked directly at Wil. “Go see Buzz. He’s got a couple drinks for you two.” Wil and I stood there together, still feeling the horniness that Grant’s fingers had unleashed. Wil grinned at me. “We have work to do!” Wil suggested we start in the maze. I needed to hit the bathroom first, and he said to find him. I had to wait about 10 minutes because there were only two urinals, but it gave me a chance to check out the guys. I was surprised there were so many guys in their 20s and 30s. I still thought Wil and I were among the youngest, but it was a different crowd than the bookstore. There were some older guys, a mix of athletic and bear builds. But I found it all very hot and sexy. All these men walking around naked, comfortable with their bodies. I missed the looks I was getting from a lot of the guys, still feeling overwhelmed by the whole scene. The guy ahead of me was much taller than me, probably 6’2”, with an athletic build, a light coating of hair across his pecs and abs. He smiled at me a couple times, and finally introduced himself just before we got to the urinals. “David,” he said. I introduced myself, but suddenly felt very shy. “He gave my ass a tweak as he finished and started to walk away. “I’ll be looking for you,” he said. I found the maze again, feeling worried that Wil may be pissed I took so long. I had to let my eyes adjust again. This space was darker than the bookstore, and the walls were all painted black. I slowly started making my way around. There were guys back here now, quite a few of them. There were steps along the sides of the room to elevated platforms, and interlocking cubicles down below. I wondered if maybe Wil had gotten tired of waiting for me and left, but then saw him — his pale skin and red jockstrap standing out. He was in a middle cubicle, bent over, with his ass against one wall and hands against the other in front of him. I saw guys in the cubicles on either side of him. I left the higher platform and walked over toward him. The cubicles were built so you walked into them from alternating sides of the row, never able to see who was in the adjacent cubicle. That struck me as really hot. Wil was moaning, cocks stuffed in his ass and mouth. It was hot to watch and my dick got really hard really fast. Wil reached over and put a hand on my abs to say hello without ever leaving either cock. The thumping of body against wood sounded hot. And it was getting faster; Wil started getting louder too, despite the dick in his mouth. “Mhhhffff! Mfffff! MMMFFFFF!” The wall behind him was rattling with the banging, and then suddenly stopped as an anonymous groan emerged from the other side. A hand came through the opening behind Wil and slapped his ass. Wil stood up, a massive grin on his face, and he was breathing hard. “That was hot,” he breathed. He put both hands on my shoulders as he steadied himself, looking like maybe he was lightheaded. Then he kissed me. He kissed me with a long, deep kiss that made my heart start to pound. A couple guys scuttled through the narrow hallway as we kissed, having to brush against Wil’s exposed backside to get by. When we finally broke the kiss he said, “You’re next.” He ushered me into the cubicle he’d vacated. He rubbed some lube into my hole, seeming to enjoy himself as he teased my hole with his fingers. He stuck his tongue in there and. I groaned softly as he opened me up. “I thought you were a bottom,” I said. “You’re inspiring me,” he said. “Fuck you are gorgeous.” He stood up and rubbed my back as I. just stood there, half bent over, with my ass hanging in the air in front of the opening in the wall. “I don’t think there’s anyone there.” “Be patient. There will be,” he assured me. I looked through the cutout in front of me and saw someone standing there, stroking his cock. Was it the same guy Wil had blown? “Take a good hit of poppers“ Wil instructed me, putting a bottle under my nose. I felt the rush of desire flooding me, Wil still massaging my hole with his fingers, when the cock in front of me came through the cutout. I didn’t hesitate, going down on it. It felt so smooth in my mouth, with a long shaft. I rested my weight on my hands against the wall and rocked back and forth a little, letting Wil’s fingers deeper in.. Suddenly his fingers were gone, and I felt him rubbing my back. I could see his sneakers on the floor standing beside me. “Here it comes,” he said excitedly. I felt a hard pressure against my hole and gasped. I had no idea who, but someone was pushing their cock through the cutout behind me. “Push your ass back onto his cock. Let him inside you,” Wil whispered into my ear. The cock behind me popped right through my sphincter and slide deep inside. “Ahhhhhhh,” I sighed as he impaled me. Wil’s finger and tongue massage had loosened up my ass, and whoever was behind me had an easy time opening me fully. Was it one of the guys who had brushed past us a few minutes ago? He. Didn’t waste any time getting into a full fuck, his dick driving deep. Any other time I’d been fucked, they’d had their hands on my body while they did it. This time, no one was touching me because the walls blocked us — all I could feel was each each buried in either end of me. “How’s it feel?” Wil whispered in my ear. I lifted my head, “Fucking amazing!!” Then went back to sucking one cock while another fucked me. The guy behind me was pounding away, and I felt the vibration of the wall as he thumped hard, pushing deep into my hungry hole. His hardness filled me, and I felt him quite as he left his cock in me, just letting it rest there for a moment. What was he doing? The guy in front of me was still fucking my face when the other guy slipped out of my hole and patted my ass. Wil’s fingers rubbed my hole next. “Congrats on your firs load of the night.” I stood up, stretching my leg muscles, breathing hard from the exertion. Wil came close, putting his face next to time and kissed me again. “Now turn around and offer your hot ass to the other guy. Let’s see what he does.” Without thinking I turned around, Wil still standing so close. I could feel the heat of his body. I offered my ass toward the cutout I’d been sucking cock through. What the fuck am I doing? But the logical voice in my head was overwhelmed by desire. I’d never felt this horny before. What was happening to me? My thoughts were shattered by the feeling of hard pressure against my waiting hole. That long, slender, smooth cock I’d been sucking was now sliding inside my ass. Without the cock in my mouth I just started moaning. This fuck was longer and deeper than the first. I started to pull off the cock, but Wil stopped me. “Take it. Just let him fuck you. That’s it. Give him your ass. He won’t last long in there.” I was moaning, probably louder than I realized. I was braced against the wall, a mix of pain and pleasure as that long cock effortlessly fucked me deep. As Wil predicted, it wasn’t long before I felt him shoot a hot load up inside my gut. He pulled out quickly and patted my ass. “That was hot,” Wil said, nuzzling against me as he helped me stand. up. “You’re so fucking hot to watch get used.” My head was honestly spinning. I had a cute guy being sweet to me, which seemed weird in this place, and had just been fucked by two guys through cutouts in a wall without ever seeing them. I shouldn’t be good with this. This isn’t who I’m supposed to be. Is it? “It was hot seeing you in there, too,” I admitted softly. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”

I met this hot 6ft tall black guy on Grindr today, he sent me pics of his thick 9” cock and I knew I had to have it. I cleaned up and headed over to his place. We got undressed and I started blowing him on the bed feeling his thick meat grow in my mouth till I started gagging from the length. He then put me on my back, lubed up and slid inside me. It felt amazing, he then fucked me in every position imaginable for the next 2 hours. He said he took a long time to cum but I wasn’t complaining. We finally finished with me bent over the bed and him pounding away at my hole till he shot a huge load balls deep inside me. I might just have to make this a weekly thing.

Raw bottoms can be on PrEP. I think that's prima facie evidence that categorically contradicts your first sentence.

Most tops I've had have always told me they were cumming. Sometimes it was a good thing since I couldn't feel it at all. Other time4s I knew they were as I could feel it. So yes, I prefer the notification.

In highschool there was a hot poz guy with a big meaty cock that I sucked off regularly in the porntheatre and he would shoot his load in my eyes to try to poz me because he heard that was a good way to do it. really hard, powerful shooter too

76 loads up me so far this year.

I hope we get another chapter soon! Shot three loads to this last one already

I had just moved and after a long few days of heavy lifting, unpacking, rearranging and organizing I was feeling the need to unwind. I arranged with a couple of friends to go out and let off a bit of steam as it had been ages since we had all been dancing and drinking together. My boyfriend had decided that he just wanted to chill at home and that was fine by me, I could use some independent time. Saturday night finally came and I put on my usual attire, white t-shirt and jeans…I was never one for getting really dressed up especially since I intended on dancing the night away. I’m 5’10 and had honed my body to a lean and muscular swimmers frame. My friends all wanted to go to the city’s only gay club as it had better music. I don’t usually like the gay scene, I find it too fruity and I was much more of a guys guy, but I went along anyway. The night kicked off with dinner and drinks before we descended the stairs to the club and the usual heat and dark lighting invaded my senses immediately. I made my way to the bar and was met with a crowd of very young camp partiers and the older guys who were hanging out watching the scene. I got a few looks, eyes moving up and down my body, sizing me up. I ignored the glances and ordered my drink before heading off to find my group. A couple of straight mates had joined my girlfriends for the evening, undoubtedly trying to hook up with them, and I felt more at ease in their company than the throng gay guys crowding the terrace. The night wore on and we headed to the dance floor, just a big group goofing around, laughing and joking as the beats throbbed through our bodies. A guy I didn’t know had joined the group on an invite from my friend Melissa. He was a muscular, good looking guy and a surprisingly good dancer. He was putting the moves hard on Mel, so we all gave them a bit of space as they ground against one another on the dance floor, not wanting to interrupt the public foreplay in which they were engaged. Time flew past under the strobe lighting and gradually my group whittled down with my mates heading off at different times to go to other clubs and try their luck with the ladies. My girlfriends were all starting to head towards the door at about 3am. I decided to stay on as I had bumped into a few people I knew. Mel and the guy were off in a dark corner as I stayed on the dance floor. A couple of guys moved a bit closer and I ended up dancing with them, they were good guys and I told them I had a boyfriend so we just had fun gyrating to the music. A little while later Mel popped up and said in my ear that she was done. I asked her how it had gone with the guy and she said he had tried to get her to go off with him but she knew from experience that drunk guys are a dud lay so she declined. I kissed her on the cheek and we said our good-byes. At that time, guys around me were getting a bit handsy, moving closer and closer, their hands edging under my sweat drenched t-shirt. Even with a few drinks in me I knew it was time to go and politely extricated myself from the situation. I left the club and thought about grabbing a taxi but as it was only a few kilometres to my new place I decided to walk off the tipsyness I felt. I headed off in the homeward direction and a few hundred metres up the road I found the guy Mel had fobbed off sitting on the curb, he seemed pretty wasted, but he waved at me and I stopped. “Just heading home,” I said, “You ok man, need help getting a taxi?” “Na, was gonna walk home, I’m just across the park,” he pointed across the parklands towards the main road. “Cool man, am headed that way myself, let’s get you up.” I held my hand out to help him up. A firm grip met it and I hauled him to his feet. He was a big guy, mid thirties, 6’2 and had a physical labourer body, masculine and assured. We strolled down the road and, in between swigs of beer, he started talking about my hot girlfriend Mel and how hard he’s been trying to get with her. I laughed and said, “Get in line bud.” I knew I probably shouldn’t have but I wasn’t thinking clearly. “Waddaya mean? She giving it up to other guys?” he slightly slurred, he seems quite peeved at the idea. “No idea bud, but there are plenty of guys after her I would image,” I said trying to diffuse his annoyance. We crossed a main road and headed along the path through the parklands. I quickened my pace as it got a bit chillier in the dense foliage. “Na man, I reckon u know. She sluttin round while prick teasin me?!” it was a question and a statement at the same time. I moved slightly away, “Like I said mate I dunno anything, I haven’t seen her in ages and didn’t talk much to her tonight,” all of which was true. He adjusted himself in his jeans, “I’m so bloody hard for her man, and she was all over me, kept me boned all night and then she split.” He kept kinda rambling to himself about how much of a cock tease she is and how he was gonna give it to her good. I laughed a bit, “Yeh girls can be like that”. He rambled a annoyed agreement, still adjusting himself through his pant leg, “Yer girls are teases,” this comment more audible and coherent. The path had gone from paving to just dirt as we passed through the maze of trees leading to the big oval. Suddenly, in a quick movement knocked me over onto the grass. I fell to the side, narrowly missing hitting my head on the trunk of a tree. Sprawled on the ground I looked up at him. His broad shoulders obscured what little light there was in the thick bunch of trees and he towered menacingly above me, a glower on his face. “Girls are teases, but guys are easy.” My heart raced, and I went to get up, “What the f…” my words cut off as I moved my weight from my side and rolled to my hands and knees to push myself upright again, as a great weight pressed on my back and a hand yanked at the back of my jeans. “Hey, get the fuck off me maannnnn…” my words became muffled as the weight moved from my back to my neck and my face was pressed into the grass. The guy pushed my head hard and I felt the heat of his torso through my sweaty top. “Yeh guys are real easy,” he muttered into my ear, his body pressed over the back of mine. In a swift, rough movement my jeans tore and were yanked down to my bent knees by a very strong grip. I heard the sound of a zipper sliding down. “That lil bitch may not be taking it tonight, but you won’t b so lucky.” I struggled to free myself, pushing up with all my strength, my muscles straining. But he was much stronger with all of his weight bearing down on me. He chuckled a bit, “I like a struggle. Saw you teasing those guys on the dance floor tonight. You’re just like your bitch friend. Fucking tease!! You like a big raw cock? Bet u do! If you don’t, you’re taking mine anyway,” his deep voice was laced with aggression. “Please…” I started. “Begging for it already…knew you were a slut!” Spit hit my crack and slid down to my hole, one, two, three gobs. “That’s all your getting boy!” he stated as his muscular legs pressed against the inside of my thighs and pushed them wider apart, my jeans digging hard into my knees before giving way and sliding a further down my calves, my legs parting wider. I felt a great heat, like a hot iron rest along my crack. It felt like it was branding me. “Don’t…” I muttered into the grass, my head still roughly held there. “Too late bitch,” he sneered before his hips moved slightly backward then shoved brutally forward. My hole clenched, but his big slab pushed harder. I felt his leg muscle contract even more and he rammed hard. My eyes snapped wide as I felt my hole rip open around his giant head. My breathing became ragged and I went to cry out in absolute agony when a big hand snaked around my cheek and clamped firm over my mouth. My cry not heard, the rest of his monster was forced up my tearing chute, fast and hard. I couldn’t relax, every muscle in me tensed and my hole was spasmed firmly shut, as he drove the entire shaft into me to the hilt, burying himself pubes deep with sheer brute strength. I felt the cold scratch of the zipper being forced close to my hole as he laughed at my struggles and pain. “Urggh, fuck yeh, tight lil fucker aren’t ya! Bet ur boyfriend doesn’t fuck ya like this.” His hips retreated, removing the solid mass from deep in my gut, until I was almost empty, then firing back into my torn hole. “Yeh, ya need a real man fucking ya…come on” hand still clamp over my mouth he moved his other hand to grip my shoulder and pulled. My hole tore even more as his rod pushed deeper into my gut. I cried out into his palm as the veins in my neck strained. “Look at ya, bent over with a man’s cock up shoved up your ass, and you love it, don’t ya? Pretending to be a man, but I’m the man!” he shoved again for emphasis. “Can’t fuck a girl rough like this, but guys love it. They take it anyway I like! You sick bitch!” My ripped hole spasmed involuntarily,“Oh FUCK!” he yelled, obviously liking the feeling. He released my mouth and grabbed a fistful of hair as he started laying into my hole, pulling my head back and pushing down on the middle of my back, almost breaking me in two, repeatedly lodging himself as deep as he could go. He started building up a real pace, his big arms flexing and holding on tighter and stronger. My entire body was rocking, “Make me feel good slut, keep it tight, make me feel good.” He shoved a few fingers into my mouth, gagging me, as he pushed my legs painfully further apart. My ass clenched at the pain and he let out an “ah” while driving even deeper. “Oh yeh that’s it, make daddy feel good. Milk the dick. Yeh. So tight! Yeh. Squeeze my shaft. Yeh. You like my big dick ey? Ahhh” I grunted in response, pain searing through me as I was impaled again on his raw shaft, “You fucking love it!” I heard his words through perfect ears, along with my grunts, trying to take the rough spit fuck, my vision, distorted by tears. I felt like an arm had been shoved up inside me, the guy was huge and thick. “Getting close fag”, he grunted and pushed down on my back harder and gripped my hair tighter. He leaned over, his abs pressing into my lower back, so his lips were close to my ear, his hot breath moving over my cheek. “like this bitch, don’t ya? Like my ten incher, raping you..You fuckin lil fag, been gaggin’ for it all night! Man, your hole is tight, gonna get me off soon. Needa empty my balls. Gonna load you up pussy, take a real man’s load! You want my jizz, fucker?” I didn’t reply, couldn’t reply, I could barely breathe from the pain. “Answer me boy! You want my swimmers?!” he rammed his hips hard and rough as he said it, his thick shaft scraping along my insides. “Tell me!” He flung his hefty arm around my neck, bicep flexing as he squeezed, cutting off my air.” “I want it,” I squeaked, desperate for breathe. “Louder, whore…what do you want?” His muscular arm relaxed a little from around my neck so I could responded, “I want your big load,” “Where?” “Inside me, shoot it up my gut,” I felt sick, but I wanted it to end. He laughed, moved his arm and gripped my hair again. “Time to get you pregnant bitch!” He slapped my firm ass, making me flinch and my hole contracted as he completely withdraw then pushed me down and slammed the entire length back into me, putting his considerable weight behind his last thrust and taking all the air from my lungs. He bellowed a deep growl, “Take every drop cunt! Take the breed!” and with that I felt his cock swell and pump his cream into my gut, his grip tightened on my hips and his fingers dug painfully into my flesh as every muscles in his body tense violently. Huffing and grunting I counted 5, 6, 7 spurts, before he shoved again and collapsed over my back, his abs heaving, sweat pouring off his brow. He pushed himself up, still breathing hard and yanked his dick out of my still clenched hole with a pop. Standing up easily while I was prone on the ground, still in pain, he hefted his dick and put it back in his jeans. I rolled to my side, “Catch ya slut!” he offered as he turned and swaggered off into the thick of trees and out of sight.

its become our routine. I buzz the front door and assume the position, he walks in strips and rapes my arsehole. its what we both want and need. well actually he doesnt care what I want or need, its only about his needs and he needs to hurt a hole. Doesnt even have to be my hole, I should be grateful really that he chooses my arse to seed and if that means a bit of "minor discomfort" as he puts it, well that's my problem not his. he said tonight was gonna be special, I was "nervous" the elongated buzz from the door control signalled doom for my puckered arsehole. I buzzed the front door, leaving my apartment door unlatched and hurried to the bedroom head down arse on display so my fuckhole would be the first thing he saw as he walked into the room. I heard him drop his backpack and without a word his hand came slamming down on one arse cheek then the other - this too had become part of our routine. what happened next was different. I felt the blindfold land on the mattress in front of me. "Don't look back at me, just put it on whore" I did as instructed, puzzled as he had never worried about me looking at him before. he knew I would keep my head down until his first load was in my guts. Next I heard him taking stuff out of his bag - again this confused me as he normally was in a rush to begin the rape but then he started slapping my balls telling me to spread my legs. he then fastened thick leather straps around each of my thighs. Next he slapped my ass some more before putting similar cuffs around my wrists. His plan became clear to me when he clipped the wrist cuffs to the thigh straps. I was now unable to pull away or move out of position. then I heard the unmistakable sound of clothes falling to the floor his dirty underwear rolled up and shoved in my mouth. My ass was seconds away from excruciating pain. then I felt it - his thick cock in my arse crack. he lined up his bare nob against my terrified pucker, then impossibly I felt his breath and heard his voice beside my ear. "You wanna get raped slut?" I gasped in shock as I realised it wasn't his cock against my hole I shook my head frantically NO The stranger had obviously been waiting for this - he rammed his cock straight up my dry arsehole. I blanked out for a second as my mind tried to deal with both the pain and the horror that it wasn't Dan fucking me. my mind returned to my body and I screamed - even with the gag I'm pretty sure the entire apartment block heard me. Dan slapped my across the head telling me to "shut the fuck up and take it - its what you wanted, what you asked for, what your gonna get" the stranger was as brutal as Dan had ever been and obviously he had been instructed to ignore my reactions, which he did. As he continued to rearrange my guts, stretching my shit-pipe into a useful cock-sleeve for him to use I could hear Dan's mockingly tender voice beside my ear "awww does it hurt baby?" "did you not think that part of being raped might be to not know who is tearing up your fuckhole?" "baby, I know after I give you your first fuck and whitewash your guts with my manly seed, I let you rest and recover for a little bit. let your hole try to heal. I'm sorry baby that's not gonna happen this time..." his voice became more and more menacing "for as soon as my mate breeds your worthless fuckhole I'm gonna tear you up some more while you clean his cock" his mate was obviously listening and getting turned on for with a huge growl he began shooting the first of many loads in my ass. Dan pushed him out of the way "better not put it in his mouth until I mount him or he might bite your cock off" His bare nob briefly rubbed circles on my torn hole before he unceremoniously slammed his thick cock inside my torn shitter. I screamed again. Once I had stopped bucking around and accepted that he owned my bumhole his mate pulled the boxers out of my mouth and replaced it with his dirty cock which I sucked on. he was still semi hard but not as steely as he had been up my other end. I cleaned as best I could but it was hard keeping my balance the way I was tied up and Dan's thrusts were not helpful in that regard finally I felt the tell-tale short jabs that meant Dan was close. finally he shot a huge wad in my ass, stirring his cock around so he was banging off my bruised inner walls. finally they both pulled out of my holes and Dan put his cock in my mouth for cleaning. after a few minutes he pulled his softening cock out of my mouth, took my face in both hands and kissed me tenderly and deeply. "hello boy, I'm so happy to see you again" I could hear genuine affection in his voice as he gave me a hug. I repeated the sentiment "as you have realised tonight's surprise is 2 cocks to abuse you. we are going to rape both your holes tonight, more than once, and when your ass becomes too sloppy you'll take both cocks up your shit-hole together" I must have shown some reaction to that statement because he laughed and said "whether you can take it or not" "You still wanna get raped boy?" "HELL YEAH Sir!!!!" definitely still willing!!!

Not needed specifically. mostly i know when they are cumming. if they pounding my ass at their fastest i know they going to cum within seconds, can feel their cocks being swelling up and there i have my load

@DenverBtmDude following you on twitter now - I'm @puphawaii1 ..

Gonorrhea, Chlamydia, Syphilis, Crabs multiple times, just the cost of being a CumDump. I once got a nasty gastrointestinal bug from rimming. That one made me sick for 2 weeks.

This is the fantasy of my 25th birthday: I had always been a safe sex bottom and fucked bare as a top only occasionally. As my 25th birthday was approaching I began to feel I needed to fulfill a long burning desire: to be bred by numerous guys with no questions asked. The night of my birthday I called a friend of mine who happened to be the manager of a local bathhouse. "Hey, D! What's going on birthday boy?" he asked as he answered the phone. "Well Sam, I am needing to fulfill a longtime desire of mine and would like your help." I begin to explain the scenario I want to him: I want to be put in a sling, naked, lubed and blindfolded. I want ads posted on CL, BBRT, A4A and at the entrance of the baths for any and all guys to fuck my hot hole until they drop a load. I explain I will be available all evening and willing to take any cock brought to me. The only catch is this: I don't want to know the guys status until he is breeding me deep and it is too late. Sam agreed to set up the situation for me and I got get ready for my evening, making sure I was clean inside and out, and ready for a night of getting absolutely loaded. When I arrived at the bathhouse Sam greeted me saying "Alright man! I have everything ready and have gotten about 200 replies to all the ads, and there are already about 50 men here waiting." I quivered at the thought of what was before me. I knew this was what I wanted, but I was still slightly nervous. Sam led me to the sling, stripped me naked and locked me in the sling. Now I know I was committed, so when Sam asked I was ready, I replied "I was born ready, babe!" "Mind if I'm the first cock tonight then?" he asked as he dropped his pants. "Bring it on!" He gave me a rough and powerful fuck, just to get me opened and ready to serve men all night. Just as he was about to shoot he leaned over and growled in my ear "Here's your first POZ load of the night bitch! Welcome to the Brotherhood!" I almost passed out as I felt his hot load singe my tight hole. Then he blindfolded me and left me alone for the fun to commence, with only the music to keep me company. (Well, that and the hot load leaking from my ass.) To be continued?

I think that is the goal of every raw bottom, whether the admit it or not . But that is fueled by the smaller supply of POZ tops willing to infect. You want what you cant get.

Brad led the Cuban cum pig to their bed. Brent captured their naked snogging session on video. They both loved passionate deep kissing and kept a lip lock as Brad sat on Lu's raw cock. They almost sucked each other's tongues out as Brad kept plunging up and down on Lu's steal hard rod. Lu grunted with satisfaction every time Brad slammed down hard enough to wind him. ⁹ Catching his breath, "Hey man! I thought you were the one pozing me!" "Oh, I'm going to my sexy friend. I just need you to breed me, feltch it out, and snowball it back to me so I can lube you up with your own cum. " smiled Brad Lu's deep dark eyes sparkled and he doubled his efforts to push into Brad as Brad continued to bounce on his raw fuck stick. Lu was already getting close but when Brad stuck a finger in Lu's ass deeply scratching his gut lining he could hold back no longer. His whole body convulsed and he shot rope after rope deep into Brad's happy hole. Immediately Brad jumped off Lu's cock, turned and presented his cummy hole to Lu's welcoming mouth. Lu went to town sucking out a mouthful of his own fresh cum. Brad laid on his back and Lu snowballed cum into Brad's open mouth. Transfer successful Brad proceeded to Lu's ass and tongued the creamy mixture into the red and angry hole. By now Lu's legs were over Brad's shoulders and Brad's poz cock was deep in the vulnerable negative ass. Brad licked all the cum off Lu's thick black beard before kissing Lu's luscious lips. Lu's grunts and groans of satisfaction were intoxicating. Brad was so excited to infect his first negative bottom it didn't take long to give over his prize of highly toxic cum. His orgasm was so violent and intense; and, Lu was so excited for this gift that Lu had another intense orgasm. This one hands free with enough cum to once again coat his thick black beard and lips. Brad remained pinning Lu to the bed, ass up and plugged. He wanted his gift to stay in deep and seep through Lu's vulnerable gut walls. "Wow" proclaimed Lu. "Thank you! That was fuckin fantastic! Thank you, thank you, thank you for such a magnificent poz fuck." "No, thank you! This is such a fuckin rush! I feel so bloody powerful! I feel like I own you with my poz dick and toxic cream claiming your life. I've marked you as my own fuckin poz cum pig." Brad went on, "In fact do you feel what I feel?" "You're fucking hard again! Breed me again man. Feed my neg ass with more poz babies!" beamed Lu. Brent captured the next three breedings on camera. Brad videoed Brent in a threesome with Frank and Hal for Brent's cameo appearance. They all managed a synchronized orgasm while spit roasting Brent. Frank taking Brent's load down his throat. Hal's eleven inches unloading deep in Brent's ass. The final edit showed the black cock ever so slowly being drawn out of the stretched contrasting white ass. When the thick head plopped out a generous flow of cum followed. Again Brent did a brilliant job of editing what turned into a two part series. These clips were even more popular than Brad's sero-conversion video. All Brent's spare time became consumed by porn video production. He added Lu and Hal to his roster as he kept filming Brad's pozing adventures. Hal's specialty became public sex. Washrooms, glory holes, dance floors, parking lots. Requests poured in from guys wanting to be tapped as their asses were stretched and bred by Hal's eleven inche wonder. He even managed to talk a couple of uniformed cops into take it at night on the side of a country road. This was the only video Brent would blur the bottoms faces and alter their voices. It attracted tonnes of attention to Hal's page. Between his regular work and all this extra effort his burgeoning porn stars Brent became stretched beyond his limits. His sleep became very erratic. Some nights he filmed or edited into the wee small hours. Others, he would wake scrambling from bed to frantically write down his brilliant ideas for hot scenes. He began skipping the odd meal and his compliance to his PreP prescription became quite erratic.

Part 10 - Cheating close to home It was the mid 90s and I was deep in my safe sex period - I had been using condoms for several years and always played safe. The safe sex message was everywhere and I took it very seriously. If I was being fucked, I always checked to see that the guy still had the condom on him before I let him cum. As far as I knew, all my close friends practised safe sex too - I certainly never heard any of them admitting to fucking without a condom and I assumed that they had the same approach as I did - play safe on every occasion. It was late summer and I was up in the West Midlands visiting one of my friends from university. Jonny and I had been on the same course and I had been friends with him for a number of years. He was slightly chubby, with blond hair and glasses which somehow made him look very serious. He was quite a serious guy but he had a great sense of humour and I had always enjoyed his company. He had met his boyfriend about five years before and they now lived just outside Birmingham. They seemed really happy together and I really liked both of them. Jonny had said he would be home from work about 5.30 and I arrived in Birmingham a bit early and got the bus out to where Jonny lived. I was feeling horny and I decided to pass the time by checking out a public toilet Jonny had told me about. It was near the entrance of a park just a couple of streets away from where Jonny and his partner lived and Jonny had said it was pretty notorious. That sounded good to me and soon I was making my way towards the park. A little bit ahead of me I saw Jonny, walking along the road and I assumed he was on his way home but as I started walking a bit faster to catch him up, he turned into the park. I followed him at a discreet distance as he took a quick look over his shoulder and then entered the toilet. This was getting interesting! I could hardly follow him in there so I took a seat on a bench a little way away and waited to see if Jonny would come out. I waited for a while but there was no sign of Jonny and no one else had entered the toilet. I decided to satisfy my curiosity and made my way quietly into the toilet. The toilet had a long urinal and two cubicles, one of which was closed. I made my way quietly into the other, shut the door and, climbing on to the toilet, I looked over into the next cubicle. Jonny was bent over the toilet, his trousers and his white underpants at this ankles and his smart, dark blue shirt pushed up his back. A really fit looking young black lad was standing behind him and was slowly pushing his cock into Jonny's arse. The first thing I noticed was the size of the black lad's cock - it was very long and very thick and I heard Jonny groan as the black lad began to push slowly but surely right up his arse. The second thing I noticed was that the lad was not wearing a condom! I was genuinely shocked - I had never thought that Jonny would cheat on his boyfriend and certainly not that he would do it without a condom in a public toilet - especially a public toilet that was only about two streets away from the house he shared with his partner. I was surprised but I was also turned on as Jonny leant forward and the black lad started to fuck him slowly. I had a great view from above as the big thick cock thrust up Jonny's arse. The black guy had started to fuck Jonny harder now and, from what I could see, Jonny was enjoying every minute of the fuck. I was really curious to see if Jonny would let the guy cum in his arse. "Surely he won't risk that," I thought to myself but just then, the black lad took hold of Jonny's hips and began to fuck him harder and before long his breathing got really heavy and he thrust hard up Jonny's arse two or three times and I knew he was cumming deep inside him. When the black lad had pulled out, Jonny stood up and I saw his cock for the first time. It wasn't very long but it was quite thick, and Jonny took hold of it and began to wank. After just a few strokes he shot a load of cum onto the tiled wall of the cubicle. As Jonny bent down to pull up his pants, the black lad left the cubicle. I waited a moment and then made a discreet exit. I watched from a distance as Jonny came out of the toilet and made his way home, looking exactly as he always did. I went for a walk and arrived at Jonny's house about ten minutes later and a short time after that his partner arrived home. On the train home a couple of days later I thought about what I had seen and my cock began to get hard as I pictured the black lad's bare cock thrusting up Jonny's arse. A month or so I had been working in Kingston in south London and I had seen a sign for a public toilet down an alleyway off the high street. I didn't think it would be open but it was and as I went quietly into the toilet I saw a quick movement. Two guys were standing at the urinal, a young blond lad who was obviously a student from the nearby university and an older guy, and it was obvious I had interrupted them. I stepped up to the urinal and got my cock out. After a while it was clear that no one was pissing and the older guy flashed his cock at me. I showed him mine and soon the three of us were wanking together. Then the student bent forward and took the other guy's cock into his mouth. He sucked him for a while and then stood up. He looked quickly around and then pulled his pants down below his arse and bent forward. The older guy moved in behind him and pushed right up him. He went up the blond lad easily and I guessed they had been fucking when I came into the toilet. He fucked him quickly, looking over his shoulder and after only about ten or twelve thrusts he shot his load up the blond lad's arse. A few minutes later they had both left the toilet. I stood at the urinal and began to wank as I imagined myself moving in behind the blond lad and slipping my bare cock up his arse. I hadn't had unprotected sex for many years, but I knew I was becoming more and more tempted. I shot a big load out into the urinal, secretly wishing I had shot it into the blond lad's unprotected arse..... About a year later I had started to have sex without a condom and was really enjoying it. At first I only fucked unprotected as a top, but then I let a few guys fuck me without a condom and enjoyed feeling the sensation of cum in my arse once again. Then I met a guy and started seeing him regularly. Liam was about the same age as me, and shared a flat with one of his friends. I enjoyed having sex with Liam very much. He had really fit arse, with a hairy crack and a dark, hairy hole. He loved being rimmed and loved being fucked, but would only do it with a condom. I totally respected this, but I had began to enjoy fucking without a condom and I would have loved to slip my cock up Liam's hairy arse and fuck him bare. I hinted at this one night but he was absolutely clear - no one was going up him without a condom - ever. Liam's flatmate was a blond lad called Nathan and Liam told me they had been friends for many years. He said to me once that Nathan was his best friend and he loved him, but added that Nathan could be really stupid. I asked what he meant and Liam said "Nathan doesn't always play safe - he lets guys fuck him without a condom." He added "It's so fucking irresponsible." A couple of weeks later I was staying at Liam's on the Saturday night and I couldn't get to sleep. I decided to get up and get a drink of water. Liam was fast asleep and didn't hear me get up. I pulled on a T shirt and pants and made my way to the kitchen. As I passed the living room I looked in. Nathan was bent over the arm of the settee and a dark haired guy was standing behind him fucking him up the arse. Liam and I had not had sex that night and I was horny. I watched them fuck for a while, wondering if Nathan was taking it without a condom and just at that moment Nathan seemed to sense I was there and looked round. He grinned at me and motioned to me to join them. I hesitated, but only for a moment and a minute later Nathan was sucking my cock as the dark haired guy continued fucking him up the arse. I pulled out of Nathan's mouth and moved round to watch the dark haired guy's cock thrusting up his arse. I was fairly sure I couldn't see a condom and a short time later the guy pulled his cock out Nathan's arse and motioned to me to take his place. As I had thought, he wasn't wearing a condom. I stepped up behind Nathan, pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my cock against his hole. I slid up him easily and soon I was fucking him as the dark guy pushed his cock into Nathan's mouth. After a while we changed places again and the dark haired guy went back up Nathan as he sucked my cock. A short time later I shot my load up Nathan's arse, adding it to the one the dark haired guy had shot up him a couple of minutes before. I went quietly back to bed, feeling guilty for cheating on Liam with his friend. I had enjoyed every minute of the fuck though, and I was secretly hoping that I might get the chance to fuck Nathan again some time. I got my opportunity a couple of weeks later when I was lying awake about 1am. I heard the sound of someone coming into the flat and assumed it was Nathan. He was obviously trying to be quiet but succeeding only in making a lot of noise and I guessed that he had probably had a few drinks. I pulled on a T shirt and made my way quietly out of the bedroom. Nathan was standing in front of the toilet, swaying a little as he pissed noisily. He looked over his shoulder and grinned drunkenly at me. He finished pissing and then pulled his trousers and pants right down and bent forward over the toilet. He looked over his shoulder and grinned at me again. I didn't hesitate this time. I closed the door and moved in behind him. I fingered his arse and felt it was wet with cum. I pushed up him and began to fuck him. I asked him how many other guys had fucked him and he shrugged. "Two or three," he said with a drunken grin. I knew we would have to be quick, so fucked him hard and fast and a short time later I was shooting a big load into his arse. Liam and I split a short time later - we didn't really have enough in common for a longer relationship. He never found out that I had twice fucked and loaded up his best friend while he was asleep. I have quite often been surprised by the chances guys take when they are cheating on their partners. A few months after I had split with Liam, I was out in a busy pizza restaurant in west London to celebrate my friend Michael's birthday. There was about 20 of us round a big table at the back of the restaurant and it was a really good evening. I had got talking to a guy called Peter, who was the partner of one of Michael's friends. We got on well and, as the meal progressed, we found we had a lot of shared interests and really enjoyed talking to each other. Truth to tell, we were also starting to flirt with each other. Peter was a good looking, slim, ginger lad in his mid 30s. I was flattered by his interest, and enjoyed his company very much. Towards the end of the meal I got up to go to the toilet, which was downstairs at the end of a passage. I had just started taking a much needed piss when the door to the toilet opened and Peter came in. He smiled at me and came and stood next to me at the urinal. It was Peter who made the first move. When we had both finished pissing he started playing with his cock and soon we were both hard. We wanked together for a while and then Peter indicated the cubicle behind us and seconds later we were in there. We kissed for a while and then Peter unzipped my trousers and pulled them down along with my pants and the he went down on me. I was really turned on. We were taking a big risk considering Peter's partner was upstairs in the restaurant but it didn't seem to bother him. He sucked me really well and I was looking forward to blowing a load in his mouth but then he stood up and kissed me again. "Do you have a condom?" he asked. I shook my head. "Are you ok doing it without one?" he asked and when I nodded, he smiled. Seconds later, Peter was bent over the toilet, his pants and trousers at his knees and I was pushing my cock into his arse. I enjoyed every minute of the fuck, and from his groans it was clear Peter was enjoying it too. I knew we would have to be quick so I didn't hold back. His arse was nice and tight and I fucked him steadily and after a very horny fuck I shot a nice big load of cum into his cheating arse. A short time later we were both back at the table and Peter was sitting talking to his partner, with my load deep in his arse and no one, least of all his partner, any the wiser. I've taken a few chances myself and been lucky to get away with it on more than one occasion. Shortly before I split with my long term partner, we were invited to a party by one of his friends. The couple hosting the party had a really nice house with a big garden which sloped down towards a stream. It was a warm summer's evening and as it got dark later on people were enjoying drinks in the garden. I was talking to a group of people, one of whom was a tall, bearded Irish guy called Ian. I had met Ian a few times and didn't really like him. I found him quite arrogant and he and I had differing views on almost everything. He certainly wasn't my type physically either. I'm not sure how Ian and I ended up making our way down towards the stream together and finding a quiet spot, but soon we were in some bushes just out of sight of the house and the garden. "Why don't you suck my cock," he said "You know you want to." He was right, I did want to. He pulled his trousers down to his knees, revealing a fairly big, semi hard cock. I got down on my knees, took it into my mouth and began to suck him. In no time his cock was fully hard and I have to admit it was pretty impressive. I sucked him for a while and then he said "You do that well, do you lick arse?" I nodded and without a word, he turned round, bent over and pulled his cheeks apart. I pushed my tongue into his arse and began to lick his hole. I really didn't know why I was so turned on by this guy but I really enjoyed licking his hole, pushing my tongue as far up him as I could and when he told me he wanted to fuck me, I didn't hesitate. A short time later, my trousers and pants were down at my knees and Ian's big cock was up my arse. He fucked me well and I enjoyed every minute of it. He gave me a really good, hard fuck and neither of us had even mentioned condoms. I was bent forward now and he was fucking me really hard and then suddenly I could see someone standing at the top of the slope watching us fuck. It was dark now and I couldn't see who it was. I could only hope that it wasn't my partner or one of his friends but there was nothing I could do about it now so I bent further forward and told Ian to fuck me harder. It was the best fuck I had had in a long time and I was really close to cumming without even touching my cock. I could feel Ian was getting close and he said "I'm close.....very close" and then he added "You want me to breed you, don't you?" I nodded - just at that moment I wanted nothing more and seconds later I got my wish. I could actually feel his cum pumping into my unprotected arse and I knew I was getting a big load up me. As soon as I touched my cock I shot my load out in front of me as Ian continued breeding me. I was very lucky my partner didn't find out what I had been up to. I never found out who had watched me taking it up the arse in the bushes and I don't really know why I was so turned on by someone that I didn't really like and didn't find attractive - but it was one of the best fucks I ever had as well as one of the riskiest. Part 11 to follow

wow, look at that master pump his seed in that hole!

Brad loved Brent. Brad loved sex with Brent. Brad loved that Brent had opened their relationship. He had always been very, very horny. Now that he was HIV positive his libido was over the top and he just wanted to have sex with any and every human with a dick. Watching the video of his gifting and infection sent him into outer space with excitement every time. He couldn't think of anything other than wanting to infect his first negative bottom. The video was outstanding! It turned out Brent had a natural artistic gift, both filming and editing. They had decided to publish the video on their own 'Just for Fans' page and it immediately went viral. The proceeds raised were more than enough to replace Brad's income and cover his tuition for massage school. It was clear Brent also had the superior mind for business. He knew Brad was incredibly impatient to poz a willing negative bottom, and he was excited to watch and film this. However, he saw this opportunity as a video cash cow for their online 'J for F' account. It became the biggest strain on their relationship but he was able to hold Brad off by locking Brad's dick in a chastity cage for the hosting and orgies they held for the next month and a half. Brad loved sex and his pert ass loved all the attention. He kept a quickly growing tally of his load count on his phone. By the time they were ready to film 'the big event' he was well over three hundred creamy deposits in his deviant Christian sperm collector. Many a bottom had seen his pozing video and begged for the removal of the cage but Brent held firmly to his business plan and artistic vision. With this amount of time actively recruiting on Bbrt they had lined up not one but three chasers. Each more than willing to sign releases allowing their potential infection. The three also knew they were competing with each other for Brad's highly toxic load. Brad would have sex with all three chasers at the same time. The sex would not be scripted and all participants would be free to use any technique the moment called for to bring each other to orgasm as quickly as possible. The first of the three to bring Brad over the top would automatically win and get the rest of Brad's toxic loads dumped in his ass. If two of the contestants shot their wads before Brad the remaining contestant would guarantee himself all of Brad's viral cum. To Brent, but more Brad's relief the day of filming arrived and the two B's welcomed three handsome strangers into their home. The first to arrive was Lu. A dark, hairy and sexy Cuban. He sported a beautiful smile that would melt an iceberg. His warm piercing almost black eyes reached into Brad and Brent's hearts inspiring immediate trust. Frank, a pleasant faced average dad bodied car mechanic arrived next. Even with his clothes on you could tell he had a bit of a beer belly. Brad couldn't care less. Arriving late was Hal, an incredibly beautiful gym bunny of a black man. He was six foot three and didn't have an ounce of fat and muscles for days. He clearly knew how to balance his workout routine for maximum development of every muscle from head to toe. This guy had won big time in the gene pool lottery. Introductions, rules review and some short pleasantries out of the way; Brent dropped the checkered flag and started the camera. Lu proved clearly a leader. As the other three began removing their shoes or shirts he grabbed Brad by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom. But he didn't stop at the bed. He led Brad into the master bath, sat down in the tub, fished his seven and a half inch boner out of his black jeans and proceeded to piss on himself. It was now clear why he had warn a crisp white button down shirt. As the warm yellow liquid sprayed over his tummy, chest and finally into his open mouth more of the shirt became transparent revealing his sexy hairy chest and torso in a way that Brad clearly loved. Frank appeared in only boxers and his five inch cock emerged with a spray of piss cascading over and drenching the hair on Lu's head. Lu was quick to motion Frank closer and began to drink directly from the spout. Brad had never experienced piss play yet decided to indulge fully in this experience. Sitting in the tub the two other dicks were soon drenching his remaining clothing, hair and face. He decided 'in for a penny, in for a pound' and was soon gulping down pee from both spigots. Hal had arrived last in all his naked glory. His thick eleven inch cock at full mast. Brad soon had half this monster down his mouth as Lu maneuvered to piss into Brad's ass. Frank plunged mercilessly into Lu's ass and the full fuckfest was on. Everyone was comfortably vers offering and taking top and bottom positions and switching around often. Soon every cock and ass had been paired at least once. When they got around to showering off all the piss Lu was under the shower head with Brad's raw dick up his hairy ass. Frank was pumping Brad, and the caboose of the fuck train had Hal's eleven inches pistoning Frank. When Hal had pounded Frank a dozen thunderous claps Frank cried out, "No, noooo, fuuuuuuccck!" His sperm flooded Brad's ass. As Frank orgasmed Hal pulled out quickly clearly keeping his hands far from his rod and breathing deeply to hold off his own explosion. Lu, ever the opportunist, was quickly vigorously sucking on Hal's tender member. Brad jumped quickly penetrating Hal's beautiful muscular chocolate ass. Hal was pushed over the edge and Lu was rewarded with more cum than his mouth could hold. Even before Brad pulled out Lu was sharing Hal's cum load in a sloppy kiss with his co-conspirator Brad. With a generous portion of cum dripping down his thick black beard and dark eyes a twinkle the Cuban grabbed Brad by his engorged cock and said, "Let's get to that bed so you can fuck and breed me silly. I need every drop of your tainted seed deep in my guts. Convert me, give me my Poz Prize!"

“I grabbed his ankles and spread him wishbone style as I began to lay into him hard. His perfect little body was covered with a sheen of sweat as his eyes rolled back into his head and just accepted his fucking like a good boy. I really gave it to him for a few minutes, no words, no variety, just a plain old fashioned fucking. This was the next part about harvesting a straight jock's cherry, repetition.” this just made my shoot a wad.

Chapter II. We played the next couple of days more than we had in a while, and each time, I bagged up and lasted longer. It was like our former passionate fuckfests were back again. It felt like his hole was looser than it had been in a while too. We fucked daily, and I shot big loads nightly into those condoms. I even got a dildo, a good three inches longer than my cock, and I worked it in his hole before fucking him. He was steadily getting looser. Towards the end of the week, I asked if he was going to see about getting some hung dick to open him up more than the dildo could. He blushed and confessed that Brad had been fucking him every day over their lunch break. I ate his ass and worked the new dildo into his hole as he told me about his weekday sessions. My boy’s story was so hot that I put on a condom, and slid inside, slowly fucking him so as not to cum too soon. My boy told me that during lunch on Monday, Brad had bent him over his desk and pulled his pants down. He was so hot to fuck my boy again that he didn’t even fully undress! In fact, he was in such a hurry that he nearly forgot to put on a condom. My boy had to remind him that he was there to get his hole stretched, not to take loads. My boy continued his story as I played with his hole. I loved how loose he stretched-out hole felt on my bagged-up cock. I’d work a finger inside my boy along my dick as he went on. My boy moaned as he described Tuesday’s session. Brad railed him in the warehouse, safely wrapped with an XL rubber. Another worker stumbled on them and watched the whole thing. After Brad pulled out, the worker asked if he could join in their next lunchtime session. I recognized the name of the warehouse worker, Adam, as being one of the foremen, and I knew he was tall and muscular from seeing him at holiday parties. That Wednesday, Adam watched as Brad lubed my boy up and fucked him, safely. Adam got close and held my boy’s cheeks apart for Brad to fuck. When Brad came in the condom, Adam pulled it off and drizzled his POZ seed into my boy’s opened hole, and slid in raw, lubed up with Brad’s cum as fucked it into my boy, filling him with his own seed. He inseminated my boy. After that, they decided that condoms wouldn’t be needed again. That night, I’d fucked their loads deeper into my boy’s guts without knowing it. My boy told me that he felt safe taking loads, with me rubbered-up it wasn’t like he was putting me at risk. His slimy stretched out pussy felt amazing, even through my condom. Brad and Adam repeated the rawfucking feat on Thursday, skipping condoms altogether, both Brad and Adam breeding him after taking turns coring out my boy’s recently tight hole. And now, Thursday night, here I was churning those loads in my boy’s guts with my own safe cock. I couldn’t help but shoot a huge load into the rubber reservoir. My boy poured my cum into his gooey hole and fingered himself, suggested I visit for some extra special lunchtime activities. I made sure to clear my schedule for the following afternoon. On Friday, Brad’s partner visited to bring lunch. I’d hadn’t met Jim before, but had heard he was just as hung as Brad. As he shook my hand, I shuddered when I saw the red biohazard tattoo back of his right hand. I knew Jim was just as POZ as his partner. My boy had reserved the conference room, and Jim had brought along some toys. Adam stripped my boy down and handed me a box of condoms with a wink, saying, ‘These are just for you.’ Brad bent my boy over the table as Jim lubed up an obscenely big dildo. He worked in into my boy’s hole as Adam kept his cheeks spread wide. I couldn’t help but jerk off, seeing these three guys open up my boy, his hairy pussy on display for us all to see. Brad smiled at me explaining, ‘We big guys want to last a few minutes too.’ Stretching him out helped them enjoy their bare fucks longer before getting their nut too. Brad went first. It was so hot seeing his beercan-thick cock spread my boy’s hole wide. I loved seeing Jim’s tattooed hand holding and caressing his man’s balls as they slammed into my boy. When Brad came, he came deep. Brad planted his seed so deep inside that none poured out when he pulled back. Jim took his place and took his time. He started with my boy in the same position, face down bent over the table. Jim had him flip over onto his back, never pulling out. This meant that my boy needed me to stand on one side and hold his legs back so Jim could really pound deep. He lasted a respectable amount of time and shot his POZ load deep inside my boy too. Jim pulled out and I helped my boy relax his legs for a moment. Adam sat in a big leather chair and pointed his big raw cock right up in the air. He begged me over and had me hold his cock while my boy sat right down on it. My boy’s pussy was well and truly opened up, so he took delight in sinking all the way down on it. Adam chuckled something about digging for oil, and I realized what he meant as I saw globs of Brad and Jim’s mixed cum drooling down Adam’s big cock. As I sat on the floor guiding Adam into my boy, Jim rearranged me onto all fours, so my ass was up in the air. Brad smeared some of their leaking seed onto his fingers and started working into my hole saying, ‘You know, if you take our cum you can go back to fucking your boy raw, like all of us. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?’ I couldn’t help but think it would be amazing. I let Jim finger my ass as I lapped at Adam’s big full balls. Adam concentrated on getting his load into my boy and really took his time. My boy’s legs were wearing out and he was covered in a sheen of sweat as the third big dick of the day stretched him out. When he couldn’t take it anymore, Adam relented and rewarded him with a big load shot very deeply. When he pulled out, his cock was covered in mixed clotted cum. He winked at me again. Brad and Jim got my boy back into his first position, face down leaning over the edge of the table. Jim guided my hips to my boy’s ass and Brad held the base of my condom-covered cock. Jim eased up behind me and I could feel his heat and his massive cock sticky with seed. When I fucked forward, Jim got closer to me. To pull out, I was backing onto his raw cummy cock. He slipped inside me, greased up with so much sperm. It only hurt for a minute before feeling deeply satisfying. I let out a guttural moan, and my boy grinned up at me, groaning, ‘Those big raw cocks feel so good, don’t they?’ I couldn’t help but agree. Brad still had his hand gripping the rubber ring at the base of my cock. He kept working a finger underneath, slowly rolling it up. Eventually the rubber was rolled up just around my cockhead. ‘It’s time,’ he said. Jim and Adam’s hand met Brad’s and they pulled that condom off my cock, where it was sucked inside my boy’s gaping pussy. It looked so hot seeing that biohazard-tattooed hand prying off the last barrier of protection off my cock. Feeling their spunk and how loose my boy’s cunt was felt so good. I was able to hold off cumming too soon before I felt Jim, deep inside me, growing. His cock got even bigger, balls-deep inside me, and then I felt a wet warmth spreading deep in my guts. Jim had just gushed his wet POZ load deep in my hole. We got ourselves together and cleaned up, only a little sweaty. Both my boy and I slowly leaked their cum as we went out for a beer and a late lunch. We sat around a booth, Jim, me, Brad, my boy, and Adam. I realized that Brad had one finger inside both me and my boy as we ordered our meal. Brad asked if I was happier with my boy’s stretched-out hole, and I eagerly nodded, thanking them for stretching us both out. Brad turned to my boy and asked if he was ready to start fucking me now, my own stretched-out hole now hungry for raw cock. My boy nodded and told me he couldn’t wait to get my hole stretched out and filled up by other hung buddies too. At the end of the day, he was also worried about cumming too soon when fucking me! Brad grinned saying, ‘I think we need to keep you boys both stretched out and cum-filled.’ My boy looked at me, silently pleading me to say yes. And I did. Our buddies now keep our holes stretched open, ready for raw use by any number of men. And thanks to Brad and Jim, we both regularly take raw POZ cock and cum. That, right there, is the key to a happy relationship.

Let me preface this reply by apologizing, as I realize you directed your question at other medical professionals, and I am not a doctor. My reply may be less useful to you. That said, If you’re asking whether being gay devalues a doctor’s M.D. to the point that his training, knowledge and skills are considered on a par with a stylist, I think the answer is pretty obvious - how many people would trust a hair stylist with their appendectomy? Their heart condition? Their broken arm? Their case of COVID? When a medical professional, gay or straight, is dealing with the well-being of a patient, most such professionals quite correctly view any prurient interest as a distraction from the work at hand at best, at worst, contrary to the patient’s interest. I have a hard time imagining a social stigma such as you describe being at play. The very real social stigma, however, applies to medical professionals who fail to follow their profession’s and their institutions’ codes of ethics regarding inappropriate contacts with patients. If you find peers unwilling to talk about their unethical attractions toward the people in their care, consider that it could be that they simply don’t entertain them. They’re professionals.

Get the hpv vaccine, get the hep vaccines, stay on prep and you'll be fine. you can treat all of the bacteria based stds. Most gay men who bareback have herpes. most are asymptomatic and never know it. some guys just have one outbreak and never have another. It's so common that they don't even test for it.

It was the late 90's. I was 35; married; 3 kids; a good boy, always trying to please; more (or less) faithful to my wife, to whom I'd been married for 15 years; providing my family with a steady income from my run-of-the-mill accounting job. And I hated it. Still I was reluctant to give in to my homosexuality, regarding it as a blemish on my character. But my hormones often got the best of me, and I ended up at the bars and baths—rarely—but with increasing frequency. I developed an affinity for blowjobs, which progressed to getting laid. I was always the passive one, the Bottom. Back in those days, to my detriment, I played it safe and hardly ever fucked without a Condom. After each tryst, I felt guilty and ashamed, but on each occasion less and less. And I kept fucking my wife bare. Just when I didn't want to go on with such duplicity, becoming more and more conflicted everyday—just when I was seriously considering leaving wife and kids—salvation came in the form of a new job, offering 200 travel days a year. With a generous expense account and a salary I'd heretofore only dreamt about, I jumped at the opportunity. Ironically, I kept our family together by keeping us apart. I became very creative at seeking out the most popular Gay haunts—the leather bars, bath houses, tearooms, rest stops, parks, adult theaters, and bookstores. I left no stone unturned. I grew comfortable in my new role as a kinky, if somewhat masochistic Bottom, a sometime Slave, but always the Slut. During my trips home, I played the role of loving husband fucking his wife, while cuming to reveries of Male Cunt. Sucking, felching, rimming, along with the ubiquitous Poppers became my daily regimen. I got fucked more and more. I developed tastes for spit, watersports, armpits, feet, and B&D and S&M. I loved Gay Sex and invited guys to my hotel rooms all hours of the day and night. Still I couldn't get enough. I started fucking bare on the proviso that they pull out. Of course there were the inevitable accidents. I knew I took a risk since I always bled when I got fucked. I wasn't yet amenable to taking Cum up the Ass, but more and more that turned me on. It also turned me on fucking my wife, sharing the risk, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, as I pumped my NEG Gay Sperm up her straight Pussy. I'd hinted at an occasional Gay rendezvous, but never breathed a word about bareback sex. Gradually my guilt and reluctance dissipated as I sacrificed quality for quantity. I no longer had to strive to be a Cum Pig; I HAD BECOME ONE. I felt powerful and bad. I manipulated the Tops who thought they were manipulating me—into barebacking—in hopes that one or both of us would be inseminated with the Blessed Seed. And I continued to fuck my wife—with my Fist and up her Ass. How she raved about our new "open" relationship—the little Fool—my meal ticket to the family values so treasured by the outside world. I never told her how I'd cum to worship unsafe sex. The turning point came when I got invited to a party in L.A. I emailed the host and asked if barebacking were permissible. He wrote back that he and several buds actually preferred it that way. Sometimes they had special little get-togethers for barebackers, and there was one such Friday night. He never actually said the words “Conversion Party.” I told him I was a relative newbie to group sex. "On the contrary, I think you'll fit right in. Be here at eight, and we'll talk it over." Marky seemed an all right kind of guy—not pushy, just hospitable. He assured me I'd enjoy myself. And no one would force me do to anything I didn’t want. That sounded great. "But Marky, are your buddies NEG?" "Who really knows his status, Sport? Just get here early, and we'll talk." On my drive down to L.A, I thought a lot about getting POZZED. There seemed to be distinct advantages—no longer having to worry about the Bug was the biggie that came to mind. And the disadvantages were too morbid to contemplate. Maybe POZ was not nearly as NEG as it was made out to be. It was a little after eight when I rang the bell. I was stressed from the long drive, and Marky noticed it. "Have a cola, and let's share a joint. Help you unwind. I got some other stuff. Ecstasy, GHB, Coke. Just ask.” I took a few tokes, and he suggested I clean up. I told him I didn't do drugs, but I’d love to douche. He flashed me a quick smile. "Trust me. Chems have their place. They just make it a little easier to accept ourselves." Afterwards we shared another joint. We were looking at the profiles of his bareback friends as he chatted online. Marky whispered in my ear about how beautiful I was, how I deserved the Gift, and other bullshit, and gave me another cola. Foggy as I was, I didn’t think a thing of it. He told me he hosted a party every month or so. He usually invited 15 or 20 guys. Five or six regulars always showed up; the rest, depending. "I start inviting guys around 6 PM, by phone and on the Net. The party starts at 10. The guys who can make it pop in anytime between then and 6 AM. I'll try to get hold of my friend, Nigel. He lives right down the block," Marky smirked, massaging the PreCum pooling on my piss slit all over my dick head. I felt so warm and comfy. I lay on the mattress besides the computer, jacking off, watching two studs go at it on TV. The music was growing deafening; the room lights seemed to dim; and, overall, I felt quite pleasant and relaxed. On hands and knees I crawled over to Marky and sucked his dick. He none too kindly rammed it down my throat. "Horny Pig! Must be the GHB. You're feeling it." "But I didn't want to do drugs!" I protested, thinking of the next drug test. Actually, I felt downright evil, hot, and sexy. I often have a problem with the gag reflex. But that night, no problemo at all. I wanted him down my throat, but he pushed me away. "Not yet, Cunt! I know you want it, but not nearly bad enough. Time for a pill, an XTC. The GHB got you horny, but you're way too laid-back. Take this, and you'll be fuck meat for the guys when they arrive." As I popped it down my throat I exploded. "I WANT TO BE RAPED, DAMN IT!" Marky gave me a devilish grin. "Give it to me, please!" The doorbell rang. There was a commotion in the hall, followed by silence. Marky told me Nigel had gone to take a shower, and it was time for us to play. He knelt down to rim me and kissed me as he entered me. "My God, Your bare cock feels so good in me!" He gave me a joint and then his poppers. The drugs, combined with my predilection, had rendered me a total Slut. I wanted him to cum in me. But once again Marky spurned my advances and pulled out. He told me to turn around. I hadn't heard Nigel enter the room. I was astonished. He must have been 6’, had the deepest, darkest eyes I’d ever seen, the widest mouth, beautiful muscles, with an incredible 8 inches topped by a massive PA. He was perfection personified! I crawled over to him. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up. He was like a faucet forcing spittle down my throat. He commanded me to suck his Dick. I took a lengthy hit of poppers as he ground that huge tool down my throat. Was I imagining things or did intense Gregorian music fill the room as Marky massaged something up my butt? "Just a little aid to relax your pussy." But it didn't feel good at all. My butt was on fire! "What the hell..." I started to protest, but was silenced in astonishment as Nigel ordered Marky to work a butt plug up my ass—in tandem with his uncut Cock. Nigel was pissing down my throat, while Marky twisted the latex dildo in beside his dick. "YEAH, BOY! WE'RE GONNA IMPREGNATE YOU!" Show him the Dildo, Marky." It was slimey and BLOOD RED. "He's ready now, Marky. Cream away." Marky gave me another sniff, but it wasn't poppers. "Coke!" Marky grinned. "Like the stuff up your ass. You'll be a better fuck for it." Marky plowed my bleeding butt while I sucked Nigel's mammoth cock. He pissed again. "Yeah, fuckin' pig! Swallow my sick piss, you filthy slut!" Needless to say, I was preoccupied when Marky shot his cum in me. With the pervasive music, the twirling lights, Marky's tongue in my ear, his POZ Spooge dripping off my hairy Balls, and Nigel's massive rock hard rod fucking my face—I imploded from sensual overload. I started to cry. Marky spoke in singsongy, condescending voice. "Your first big test, boy; and you passed it well. Let's take a break." "NO BREAK!" I screamed. "I WANT IT NOW! I WANT NIGEL TO RAPE MY ASS!" Nigel took my face between his hands, looking deep into my teary eyes. "BEG FOR IT, SLUT! BEG FOR MY AIDS CUM!" I didn't even hesitate. I searched his deep black eyes. "IF THE DEVIL EXISTS, NIGEL, YOU'RE IT. Just give me what you got. No ifs, ands or butts." "You sure, slut? Once we start, there's no turning back. I always finish what I start. So be sure. Be very, very sure." "I'm sure," but suddenly I was scared. The drugs were wearing off. It was still early—9 PM. I could make a break for it. As I watched Marky and Nigel prepare the sling, I plotted my escape. I pulled on my trousers, grabbed my tee, and made a mad dash for the door. The doorbell rang. Shit! Nigel turned and saw me. He tackled me, inadvertently bloodying my nose, and dragged me to the sling. My fate was sealed. I'd met my match. There’d be no escaping now. To add insult to injury, I had rug burns on my knees, and puked all over my bare chest. Dressed in black leather, an Asian twink named Tuan came, in, took in the scene, and helped bind my feet and hands and clean me up. Marky prepared another cola, adding a vial of GHB. He also forced me to swallow another XTC tablet down my throat. It was either swallow it or choke. Tuan took a sniff of coke, then sprinkled some on my soiled, bloodied handkerchief and held it tightly to my lips while Marky pinched my nose. As you might expect, Nigel plunged his enormous pierced black cock up my ass, Marky's cum the only lube. I felt his P.A. searing me. While Marky kissed me, Tuan sucked my cock. I came as Nigel exploded up my Ass. Marky felched me and we kissed—our lips a crimson kaleidoscope of cum, piss and blood. After that Tuan took his turn and dumped yet another POZ LOAD up my ass. The rest was almost anticlimactic. It was 10 PM. The party had barely begun, and already I'd been bred. More guys came in. I was only half awake. I don't know how many loads I took, but one thing was for sure: I got POZZED that night. Four weeks later I was laid up with the fuck flu. Feverish though I was, my joints protesting every move, I screwed my "shield of respectability," while fantasizing about shit holes and mancunt.

I'm 5'2. I love bigger guys. Makes me feel amazing for a larger guy to use me, pick me up, hold me down and fuck me like a toy.

2. Toasts I didn't see Seth at the gym again before the Friday of the party. We messaged a bit on line, but he had been busy with school, plus all the regular parties around Halloween, so we didn't message that often. I went to a few parties, and made out with a few guys. But even when I was making out with some cute freshman, all I could think about was Seth's partners. I wanted to feel their hairy chests against my body. I wanted to feel their beards brush against my lips. Most of all, I wanted to feel their thick cocks stretch my hole open. Other than Seth, I hadn't seen any of them naked. But I just knew that Jon and JP were hung with fat daddy dicks, and heavy, low-hanging balls filled with cum. I wanted to taste their cum, and I really wanted to feel what it was like for a man like Jon to breed my hole. It felt like it took forever to get to Friday, and then that morning went by at a snail's pace. I hadn't cum in several days, and I hadn't even tried to get fucked, despite being on prep. I wanted my first time to be with Seth and his family. A little after noon, my last class let out. I quickly found something to eat, and rushed back to my dorm. Seth had told me not to worry about a costume, that they would find something. I just took a shower, making sure I was clean inside and out. I found a cute pair of underwear to put on, and a pair of jeans that highlighted my ass. I was your standard skinny Asian twink, but my ass were two perfect melons. In the right jeans, I might have even fucked myself. As I finished dressing, my phone buzzed. It was Seth. I was excited and scared when I read the message. "Come whenever. But looking forward to seeing you, so the sooner the better." I was relieved that he hadn't cancelled. But I was still a bit scared. I was going over to the home of several strange, unknown men, and they were going to fuck me all night long, if not more. I was also hard as a rock. The blue briefs I was wearing hid nothing, and there was already a wet spot where my dickhead pressed against the shiny fabric. "On my way," I said, as I ordered an Lyft. Less than five minutes later, I was on my way. I shared my location with Seth. "See you soon. Simon, the door man knows you're coming." It was a twenty minute ride downtown, but with the traffic, it took thirty minutes. They seemed to drag by; I was fidgeting a bit, trying to will the traffic to open up. Finally, we pulled up to a tall condo building in downtown. I had seen it on the skyline; I knew it was expensive. "Nice place," the Lyft driver said as he dropped me off at the front door. It opened onto a large, and expensive-looking lobby. I stepped out and looked into the lobby. I had a marijuana vape pen with me, just in case I got nervous. I ducked off to one side, out of view of the lobby, and inhaled deeply. I held it, then did another hit. I was about to go to a sex party with four other guys. My dick cock was hard and my ass was twitching just thinking about it. Think about being sandwiched between Jon and JP, their hairy bodies pressed against me. I took another hit, just enough to help calm my nerves. Besides, it always made me horny, which couldn't hurt. I held it for thirty seconds, then stepped into the lobby. By the elevators, there was a tall, muscular black man, in an immaculately tailored suit. I tired not to stare; he was an ebony god. Just one of his arms was as big as I was. I read his discreet name badge. "Eli," it said. He caught me staring, and I blushed. "You must be Kenta," he said. Letting my eyes drop didn't help. There was little the tailor could do to hide the thick snake pressed against one of his legs. "Yeah," I said. "The guys are on Floor 48," he continued, directing me towards the elevator. "Have fun." I walked in the elevator; it was elegant, with dark mirrors and careful lighting. It took me a moment to find 48; I wondered how I would know which apartment it was. But the elevator was fast, and it was only a few seconds before it was slowing down, and the doors opened. Seth was standing there, wearing a white tank-top, black sweat pants, and a surprisingly realistic pair of goat horns coming out of his hair. Standing next to him was Jon, also in the tank top and sweats. He had a small pair of devil horns emerging from the cropped hair. His beard was also shaped into a proper devil's point. "Welcome," Seth said. "This is Jon." "I'm Kenta," I said. "Pleased to meet you," Jon said. He reached out and pulled me close to him. "You're a cute one," he said, then pushed me into Seth's waiting arms. "Isn't he?" Seth said, before kissing me. "I know we're going to have fun. I know just the costume for you." He kissed me again, then pushed me back to Jon. Jon kissed me this time. I wasn't expecting it, but I welcomed it, letting him explore my mouth with his tongue. He pushed me back for a second, and looked over my body. Even at maybe 5'10", he looked big against my 5'4" frame. "Let's get you into a proper costume," he said. Seth led the way out of the left. "Jon doesn't like to talk about it, but he made a lot of money with a start-up. So we live here. And have things like this for a closet." He stepped into a room about the size of my bedroom growing up. Around the edges were hooks and shelves holding various pieces of leather and toys. It was almost like being in the leather store downtown, except in one corner was a small bar, complete with a sink and small fridge. I had watched enough leather porn on XTube to recognize the other things in the room, a sling, a fuck bench, and a sturdy metal cage. I took a deep breath. My lungs filled with the scent of leather and sweat, and my head swam a bit. The marijuana was starting to hit, and now, this dirty porno jerk-off fantasy was starting to come true. My asshole twitched. I wanted another hit from the pipe. "You smoke weed?" Jon asked, almost reading my mind. "Yeah," I said. "You ever try G?" Seth asked me. "I've heard of it," I said. I had read stories about drug-fueled parties. "But not sure about it. What does it do?" "It's a bit like weed," Jon said. "It makes everything very mellow and chill. Great for making out and cuddling." He was standing behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth from his body. I wanted it closer. "Have you been drinking?" he asked. "No," I said. I wanted to trust these two men. They made me feel like I could trust them. "Just vaped some weed." "Oh perfect," Seth said. "Just do a little, you can see how it feels. Then decide if you like it." He turned to Jon. "Maybe an ml?" "Him?" Jon said. He smiled at me. "Let's start him at .6. He's like half of you." He turned back tome. "Seth just wants to get you naked. I'll take care of you." He turned back to Seth. "But. Yes. Let's get Kenta naked and into his costume." "You get Kenta and us some G," Seth said. He stepped over to me, and wrapped his arms around me. He gave me a big kiss. "And I'll get Kenta naked." He peeled off my shirt with practiced ease, and tossed it into a corner. At the bar, Jon mixed something up. "This one is for you, Kenta," he said, reappearing with three glasses of orange juice. He handed me a glass, then handed one to Seth. "Cheers, boys," he said, as he toasted. "Do it quickly," he said, and then we clinked glasses. I swallowed it quickly, just like the others. But I could taste something bitter.

My man an I have a hybrid solution. After catching him 'cheat' with text messages a few years ago we settled on a new policy: All sex is considered a SPORT! No jealousies, no 'fear' no blame-games, no hypocrisy and all sex MUST BE CONSUMMATED BAREBACK! Has worked like a charm! I wished he 'cheated' more often! I certainly fulfill my end of the bargain! And we brag/share the stories afterwards! So hot!

Normally im not too into the sex party atmosphere that often happens at hotel rooms here in orlando. As a heavyset guy I get passed over for the ridiculous number of bottoms here. I tended to prefer places like the bathhouses and the bars. But on this particular night I had lube, fresh poppers, and really didnt feel like driving halfway across town and dropping 20 bucks for the baths. I logged onto all the sites. I looked at the same profiles I had a thousand times, and swapped over to local event listings. Sure enough the area was lit up with events, perhaps due to the holiday season. Most were way away by the attractions, and not really my thing, but at a hotel near ucf it seemed a visitor had something set up to go in only about 3 hours. My invitation request was answered immediately. The host was a swiss top, (though he sucked cock), shorter than my 6 feet at only 5ft 8, with pale skin and a powerful build. I admit I expected to be shot down by a man with a defined figure but he was more than happy to invite me. His cock was uncut, thick, about 7 inches, and looked incredible. I looked through the lists of guys attending, and saw two other bottoms, one a chub like myself and the other a twinky guy in his early 20s. besides us only 3 others were listed as going, all "versatile bottoms". I expressed to the host I wanted to make sure I had fun, and he promised that he would fuck me, and that there would be other tops to play. I figured he alone would be worth the trip, and that if nothing else others watching would turn me on. With 20 minutes to go I finished my prep, cleaning myself out. Checking the listing and double checking with the host I saw that the event now had many more attendees listed, including a ton of tops. Figuring maybe I would be in for excitement I messaged the host and he confirmed that at least 1 bottom was safe only and would bring condoms in case, which soothed my worries. I prelubed my hole, grabbed my poppers and headed out. I was a bit nervous walking through the halls of the hotel, but the room was not hard to find. A knock at the door and I was quickly being ushered into a dimly lit hotel room by the gentleman who had invited me. He introduced himself as luca, and briefly walked me to the otherside of the room, where three guys were witting on a bed looking at their phones. I was introduced with the pronouncement that "the first bottom boy is here". there was a tall black man seated at the end of the bed, who barely looked up at me before returning to his phone. A hispanic guy, a bit shorter than me but heftier, pretty big dude, stood up and put his phone in his pocket. the last was a white guy, tall, slim older guy in his late 40s which I always find hot. he had a gruff complexion and a sort of country attire to him. he started undoing his belt before I was even introduced. Being announced like a prize at the fair kinda stunned me, and I stood and stared blankly at the 4 men in the room while the oldest took his pants completely off. He looked at me like I was an idiot and gestured to his cock "well?.....suck it faggot" For some reason getting called that fires up a part of my brain, and I walked right over, dropped to my knees, and swallowed his half hard cock to the base. I heard the others laugh and talk as I sucked him harder. His cock was clean and shaved, sliding effortlessly through my lips. I felt the hispanic guy reach down and I let him take my shirt off, taking a big drag of poppers after. As the cock in my mouth grew to at least 8 inches those poppers helped it slip down my throat. I felt chubby walk next to me and turned to find his stubby fat cock in my face. a heavyset guy with a really fat knob can be a challenge, and my jaw ached immediately. This guy was already hard as steel, and was just over 6 inches of really thick cock, his knob and shaft were obscenely thick, which was hot as fuck for me, but realistically really hard to suck. Each time my jaw needed a break I switched to deep throating the long white cock next to me. I heard our host start some music and let 2 more guys in, though I did not hear or see any action, mostly talk. Out of nowhere the big knobby cock blew its load in my mouth. I gagged loudly and his cock blasted big ropes of cum all over my face as I couldnt keep it in my mouth. All talk in the room stopped, and the tall guy grabbed my face, slowly using his cockhead to push all the cum across my face into my mouth. He wasnt quick about it, pinning my head. I was impossibly turned on, I could see every face in the room glued to me as he disgustingly dragged his drool covered cock across my cummy face, filling my mouth with cum. Several voices in the room said "swallow it!" and when I gulped it down I heard praise from every corner. I was pulled up, my pants were pulled off, and I was put on the bed on all fours. The host laid down in front of me, stroking his already hard cock. it looked bigger in person, and between the lust I had from the depravity of the scene and the poppers I swallowed it to the root like it was nothing. as I did, someone I coudlnt see roughly shoved a finger in my asshole. I was already cleaned and lubed so while it stung I wasnt exactly crying out, and I felt hands on my ass, my chest, the back of my head. everywhere. The finger withdrew and a different one entered, again and again, as guys started taking turns playing with my ass. I asked our host if he had the condoms. He gave me a shrug "condom guys a no show" and pushed me back down on his cock. Soon I had 2, then 3, then 4 fingers at a time in my ass. And as I squirmed I felt the bearded face of the previously uninterested black man as he proceeded to eat my hole. I moaned in ecstasy, noting that the more whorish I squirmed and moaned, the more earnestly the hands and mouths came. My tiny cock ached as it was swollen beyond belief, I was leaking cum out the tip like a faucet. The parties host wiggled his way out from under me, to be replaced by a newcomer, some guy in his early 20s with a small 6 inch cock. I moaned in complaint as the mouth eating me left, and felt the weight of a man behind me as our host slid his cock along my asscrack. The tall older guy grabbed my throat, which surprised me and turned me on, lifting my head up and putting poppers under my nose. I took huge drags, mostly because I was panting, and the buzz washed over me as the host started pushing his cock into my ass. Thick uncut cock is the best, and I came violently and painfully, each burst almost stung I was so hard, as he bottomed his dick out in my ass. I was returned to the cock in front of me as I was fucked in slow piston strokes. Young guy told the host he needed to blow and started wiggling out. Tall guy grabbed me saying "dont move faggot" making my cock twitch. Young guy got behind me, awkwardly stuffed his cock into my ass, and fucked me off rythym while tall guy slowly fed me his long cock. I felt my fucker twitch and jerk and withdraw. the telltale runny warm drip from his withdrawal letting me know he was done. In a rush, chubby hispanic guy climbed up on the bed and rammed his dick in my ass, which hurt like fuck. He shoved its whole length in and came immediately. His withdrawal hurt more than his entrance and I nearly cried into the cock in my mouth. I collapsed a bit onto the bed, the effort had really worn me out and the unexpected thick entry had me reeling. The older gent grabbed my legs and pulled me around towards him on my back. He had smeared lube on his cockhead. and the cold lube and thin cock making its way into me was almost soothing after my rough assault. As he bottomed out I felt him enter the deepest depths of me yet hit and it was so fucking good. He held his dick bottomed out in me, and I felt it deep inside when he loaded the depth of my ass with cum. As he withdrew I whimpered, and he held my legs open, presenting my asshole to some guy who I think had just walked in. The dude wasnt able to get it up right away, but the host was still up and slowly sunk his way back into me. A guy got to the side of my head, the black man from earlier, which is a position that sucks to take dick from. but his cock was the biggest so far, easily 9 inches and cut. I slurped and licked but couldnt take much from the angle, another white guy took position on the other side, and it was fun alternating between them, if hard on my neck. The host slowly fucked me to a steady rythym the whole time, sending shivers down my whole body. The black man staring down at me asked if I deepthroat big dick, I just nodded nervously, and he motioned for the guys to flip me over again. I now was on my stomach, with my legs to the floor. Someone I couldnt see but im pretty sure hadnt fucked me yet slid into my asshole. The black cock in front of me smacked me in the face while I tried to take drags of poppers. My breathing was so ragged the hits I took had me flying a bit. Thats when the cock entered my mouth. He wasnt all that thick, not slim but not hard to open for thankfuly. I was horny, flying high on poppers, and more than little used at this point, so his first thrust buried every single inch in my throat without so much as a gag. he worked his cock into me slow, all the way out, all the way back in, almost like the cock fucking my ass at the same time. The guy fuckign me came, and was replaced by the host, who also came after less than 5 pumps. My hole was no longer tight, but gaping and leaking. The black cock left my throat and he shifted to take position in my ass. another newcomer, I think an arab guy, took position at my throat with a nice big uncut cock. It was very big, but sweaty and musky. It had a big fat knob much thicker than the shaft, which with his foreskin looked like some sort of alien appendage. I felt the stretching of my insides as the cock behind me entered deeper than the others had. The cock in front of me made it past my lips, and I felt an odd and slightly hot fullness and strain as it opened my throat. His pubic hair was even muskier as it hit my face. and with both big cocks buried in me to the hilt I came. I shook with the orgasm, causing my throat to seize up on the cock in my mouth with withdrew while I gasped. In my disorientation my fucker dialed up his fuck and pounded me for his nut. The arab guy pulled me around as the load dripped and gathered all the cum around my ass on his cockhead before fucking me. Nobody took position at my mouth and I noticed another bottom had arrived and was surrounded. My fucker blew pretty quick, and I stood up and got my bearings for the first time since my arrival. Of the original guys only the host and the larger black gent, who was leaving, remained. There was a young twink bottom handling the attention of about 5 tops. I took it as a sign to get a drink, then maybe be on my way. The cum leaking down my legs was ridiculous, but I felt hot and whorish so I made my screwdriver naked, without wiping a bit off. Some of the guys around the twink came over to make drinks, and the host let 2 more guys into the room as I mixed. Some of the guys told me it was hot to watch me, and I thanked them. One of the newcomers literally walked into the room and stripped, which was a bit odd. he was thin, athletic, and very dark with a big uncut cock. It wasnt quite as long as the guy who had left, but still impressive, I could see why he was proud to be naked. He strode to the crowd with the twink, but it was clear he was busy. The guy came to the drinks, saw my wet ass, and walked up to me. I was talking to the other tops, but he interuppted us, pointed to the counter and said "give me your ass". Both guys scoffed, but they and I were shocked as I went ahead and braced myself on the counter, letting him get behind me as I huffed poppers. He fucked me hard and deep immediately, and it was an amazing fuck. he had me against that counter for a good 15 minutes, not letting anyone else till he busted a huge nut. Other guys were nearby jerking off, and when he finished he spanked me and pointed at some guy, telling him to "fuck this pussy". Him and the two my new friend demanded fuck me after were all average white guys, and all came fairly fast inside me. I was incredibly tired. and my legs were really not up to keeping me in position. As the last two fucked me I heard talk that the other bottom wasnt taking loads, and that several had cum in him anyway. The host asked me if I needed a break and I told him my legs werent up to the counter fucking anymore. He was happy to help, walking to the bed next to the twink, and laying me back on my back. He announced to the room that this one (pointing to the twink) wasnt taking loads, so to just use this one (pointing to me) to dump your nut when your finished. I had a cock in me in less than a minute, spurting seconds after entering. Id been drinking, and keeping track of who was doing what was not really an option. I was getting fucked for more than just a quick nut, but guys who needed to nut would have my fucker pull out so they could quickly load my hole. A guy with a marker made a hash mark on my ass each time I took a nut, though he started after plenty had taken their turn. I lost the ability to gauge size beyond small and big I was so stretched, at least 3 different times I heard the host explain to newcomers that these two (apparently another bottom had arrived) arent taking loads so dump your nut in that one (me). I loved the feeling of cocks sinking into my ruined hole, and I came when one of them managed to be big enough to stretch me a bit before it dumped a load in me. I was too worn out to continue. and managed to communicate that to the host who helped me to the bathroom. he sat me on the toilet which disgustingly plopped as cum dribbled into the water. He asked me if I wanted water, which he offered. as I gulped it down he asked me if I drank piss. I will admit this stunned me, I had literally never even come close to considering it, and had even considered the entire thing disgusting. but I could not answer his question, just stare blankly. He took my water, grabbed my chin like the taller man had earlier, and rested his cock against my lips. I sucked his half limp cock into my mouth and he let loose a light stream into my mouth. It filled instantly and I gulped it down. The speed with which he filled my mouth panicked me, and I began gulping down his piss like the water as the stream continued. the taste was not unpleasant like I had thought, it wasnt giving me pleasure, but I felt slutty and he was clearly into it. as he pissed guys came in to wash hands and watch and the like. when he was done he asked if I swallowed cum. I nodded my head, no debate on that. He left and one of the watchers looked at me and said he needed to piss. He had a floppy but meaty looking cock in his hands and I looked at him with wide eyes and opened my mouth. It occurred to me his motion was more of a "get off the seat" variety, but he didnt hesitate to put his cock in my mouth and start filling it. His tasted much saltier, and while not gross having to gulp it down like this was making me queasy, and I didnt want another after. When he finished I stood up, got my bearings and made my way back into the main room to find my clothes. I got to my belongings and gathered them together, I was still naked when the host found me. "Hey man! drink this while I fuck you!" he said handing me a solo cup. He pulled me towards the bed without waiting for my reply, and bent me over. I saw the cup was about half full with loads of cum, and though it made me gag when I first brought it to my nose. I arched my back and drank the entire cup down my throat while he fucked a quick nut into my ass. It was honestly pretty terrible, too many smokers and red meat guys I guess. But i was really turned on. I got a quick glass of water, and for the first time that evenign started saying no. The drive home was torture, my pants were soaked, and I may have ruined the carseats. The next few days I could barely even sit down. But I loved the night I had. First thing I did getting home was check the mirror and see the 14 hash marks on my ass cheeks.

Yeah, loving the build-up here. It's looking like he's going to be a good slut -I can't wait to read about it!! Fucking HOT story!

Hey, pigs -- I'm working on the next part of the story. In the meantime, I figured you might appreciate this little series of photos I shot last night...