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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.”

Looking back some five years ago, I was such an idiot back then! Not because I lost my neg status one night, but that I didn't get in to horny and wild raw sex at a much earlier age. You see, as of age 26, I was a a classic time wasting guy. I'd hang out with my straight friends, come home, turn on the laptop and chat to some hot guys. I'd lead them on with talk about using my tight hole and sucking them dry. This would last for hours, then I'd shoot my load, and flick the power off without even so much of a goodbye. I had cum, so I was done. Of course I would hook up with guys, but these were guys I picked up in bars, clubs or out and about. I was lucky, I have dirty blonde hair a defined body due to my love of sports and an ass that fills a pairs of jeans very nicely. I started chatting to a 56 year old guy on BBRT. He was older but hot - sort of perfect looking in a really non-perfect way. He was too young to be a daddy, too old to be a jock, a muscular rugby type with definition but not gym-obsessed, sporting a healthy amount of chest hair with a few tattoos scattered about. My dick got instantly hard when I first saw his pics: his cock was thick, eight inches, and 8" dick, negative and he described himself as 'somewhat kinky'. In addition, he lived some 45 minute from me, which meant I was close enough to stimulate some interest, but far enough away to discourage an immediate offer of a hook-up. In short, I could put off meeting until I got my rocks off. I did my usual "hey, great profile, wanna chat?" Within minutes his first reply came through "Hell yeah! You've got an ass I could eat for hours". I was in a very horny mood that night and gave him my Skype ID so we could cam together. His body and cock were beautiful, and we jacked off together on cam, our conversation getting dirtier and dirtier. He kept telling me how he wanted to bend me over and fuck me. I kept willing him on, teasing him by playing with my hole, telling him how much I wanted him. He ended up shooting a HUGE load over his furry chest and within second my hands were covered in my own cum. We said bye and logged off. I showered and slept but woke next day with a raging hard on that could only be satisfied by jacking off to the memory of the hot cam session from the night before. We kept in touch and had a few more session, each of which got nastier and nastier until bareback sex was the major thrust of our conversation. I encouraged him by telling me how I love being fucked and how I want to take anonymous cum and have a top guy use me. This turned him on a huge amount! I was a pro at cyber sex and knew how to work a guy's buttons. Once again he spurted a HUGE load whilst moaning how he wanted to fill my raw hole with his cum. Unusually after this session we stayed online and started chatted about life, hook-ups, boyfriends, turns ons, etc. We must have chatted for over an hour with the time passing by. Two days later I was in a bar and my pocket vibrated. I found this Skype message: "Hey bud, u free and online?" I replied "Sorry, m8. Out drinking tonight" I didn't think anything of it until I was headed home, having had a bit too much to drink, and my dick stirring in my pants. Checking my phone, I found this message: "Hey bud, I really need to shoot my load... and i dont mean on cam. Lets fuck for real." Without even thinking I replied "Yeah that's long overdue. Come and fill my tight hole". This went on for another 15 minutes or so until, without giving the matter proper consideration, I sent him my address and told him to head over. After all, what was the problem? I was really horny, I really wanted to hook up, he seemed a decent guy, was clearly horny himself, and so we would satisfy each other's needs - at least for the night. He arrived just after 1:00 AM. I had already stripped to my boxers, and he did likewise. The outline of his hard cock clearly visible. "Hey bud, lets make his horny and like we spoke about" he said, pulling a blindfold from the pocket of his jeans. I nodded and obliged, without being able to see anything I sucked his dick and it was the most amazing experience ever. Using my hands, tongue and mouth to explore him. My cock was twitching and dripping precum without even touching myself. His hard uncut dick tasted great, and, as he gently pushed the back of my head, I sucked his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. After a few minutes he then turned me over and rimmed my hole very deeply. In fact his tongue action was blowing my mind. I wanted him to fuck me so much, so I was not surprised when I felt his hard head pushing against my hole. Still I was in command of myself enough to stop him, saying "Sorry man, but I only fuck safe. Can you rubber up there are some on the side?" "Huh?? But we met on a bareback site and talked about me fucking you raw and I'm neg and 100% clean." "Erm.. yeah.. well I was just kinda horny and said that. Let's fuck rubbered up and may be next time we can go bare. Once I know you better". Still blindfolded, I could hear him grab a packet from the side table, and rip it open. I reached behind me to feel the condom on his cock. I lubed myself up again and felt him slide inside. His dick was a lot thicker than I realized (or my hole was tighter!) In any event it felt great! It was the perfect balance of pleasure and pain. He continued fucking me for about 20 minutes, fast, slow, sometimes pulling out, sometimes balls-deep in my ass. Occasionally I'd reach round, seemingly to guide his dick, but in reality to check he was still wearing the rubber. Each time he told me to breathe, relax and enjoy! I was getting closer and closer but more importantly my arse was getting sore so I couldn't last much longer. "Need a minute?" he asked, pulling out and stopping for a minute. "Nah, I'm good man, but I can't hold off much longer" He just chuckled and slid straight back in to my arse. After another couple of minutes of fucking I could feel his dick shudder. He screamed "Fuck yeah man, take my hot load". That did it for me and I blew my own load straight away. Still horny he turned me around and got me to suck his dick clean. Only then did I realize he wasn't wearing a rubber. "Hey man, what did you do with the rubber?" "Oh, I got rid of that before loading you." I stopped sucking and removed the blindfold. The first thing I saw was a tattoo of a scorpion just above his dick. It was tiny, sitting at the very base of his still hard dick. "Oh by the way kid, I guess we're both not honest with guys - I've got a POZ sting in my tail." With that he grabbed his clothing and left. I didnt know what to do. My mind was all over the place. Was he lying, will I convert, what had I done?? So I did the only thing I could do in that situation.... I started jacking, fingering my hole and shot a massive load with the knowledge that I had a huge thick POZ load deep inside of me..... ;-)

I spied her on the side of the road on the way home late one right night. I was pouring rain and she was slowly walking down the sidewalk completely soaked so I pulled up next to her to see if I could help. She looked to be 15-16 years old (she was 18 and just recently graduated from highschool) and was about 5'1" maybe 110lbs with dirty blonde hair over her shoulders. With her clothes soaked through I see she was skinny with small tits. "Hey are you ok? Do you need a ride somewhere?" I asked. When she turned to face me I could tell she had been crying and looked miserable. She looked me over and must have decided I looked safe and she walked over. As she got close to the window I asked again "Are you ok?" "This is a nasty night to be walking in the rain." "I don't have anywhere to go" she responded. "My parents kicked me out after they caught me smoking weed" she said. "I can't believe they just threw me out like that" she sobbed. "Well you can't stay out here" I replied. "It's dangerous and you'll get sick soaked like you are." I reasoned. "Where can I go? I don't anything about being homeless and my parents took my cell phone." She started sobbing again. "How about this?" I said. "Hop in and I'll take you to my place. I can throw your clothes and stuff in the wash and you can get a nice warm shower. Once your're warmed up, I can fix you a warm meal. In the morning we can look for resources to get you off the street and somewhere safe." I smiled warmly. She looked me up and down again clearly judging if I was planning to hurt her. I'm on the shorter side and a little chubby at 5'5" and 190lbs. I have the sides and back of my head buzzed short with the top long and combed over to one side, just reaching below my left ear. I used a pink barrette to hold my hair out of my face. I didn't look threatening and had a warm smile for her. She thought about in for another moment and then decided it was worth the risk to get out of the rain and for a warm meal. She opened the door and introduced herself as Jessica. setting her soaked backpack between her feet. As we started driving off, she started telling me her story and how she ended up in the rain all alone. Jessica grew up in a strict household that was very religious which became more and more stifling the older she got. She was never allowed to date or go to parties or anything fun. The dinner table was always full on condemnations of people going to hell for an ever growing list of reasons. Jessica had always followed her parents rules until she graduated from highschool. One of her friends introduced her to weed and she decided this was how she was going to rebell. She loved getting high when her parents were out and she got away with it for a few months. Then she got a particularly strong indica and ended up falling asleep with her drugs out. When her parents came home and found her passed out with drugs. They lost it. Called her the devil's whore, a junkie addict and an embarrassment to her family. Her dad told her to pack a bag and leave, grabbing her cell. Bawling, she packed her things and headed out having no idea where to go. That's when I found her. We pulled up to my apartment and we ran up to the door. I let her in and showed her around my small 1 bedroom apartment. I suggested she go into the bathroom to get out of her wet clothes so she could get warmed up. She asked what was she going to where while her clothes were being washed and I told her not to worry, that I had some clothes that should fit her. While she was stripping down, I grabbed a pair of my french cut panties, some tight booty shorts and a tank top. Knocking on the door, I let her know I had some clothes ready for her. She looked at were clearly women's clothes and asked if I had a girlfriend. I told her no, that they were mine and that I liked to dress up on occasion. What she didn't realize, is that the mirror over the sink was showing me her perfect little smooth ass. I was already getting hard thinking about what I was going to do to her later tonight. She handed me her clothes and let me know that she didn't care if I was gay and she looked a little more comfortable. "I do love getting fucked by men but I'm going to love filling your cunt up with my toxic cum." I thought to myself. I walked over to the laundry room and began putting her clothes in the washer. When I got to her panties, I put them up to my face and inhaled. Her scent was intoxicating. Sweet and fresh and just waiting to be spoiled. My cock was immediately hard and begging for release so I took her panties over to my laptop. I had a hidden camera installed in the shower so I could record water sport sessions or if my niece or nephew came over to spend weekend. I connected to the camera and just about came. She was beautiful. Her small frame and under sized tits made her look years younger than 18, especially with her pussy shaved bald. I started jerking with her panties as she washed herself, groaning as she bent over to get her feet. He tight pussy was on display and it was perfect. In no time at all, I was pumping a huge load of cum into her panties. Realizing she was getting near the end of her shower, I rushed back over to the laundry room and deposited her filled panties with the rest of her clothes and started up the washer. She emerged a few minutes later cleaned up and warm in my spare clothes. The shirt was big on her being so skinny but the shorts were elastic and fit her well, showing off her delicious ass. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes and your clothes are in the washer now." I informed her while heating up a frozen pizza. The pizza was soon done and I handed her a plate with a couple of slices and said " It's not much but it warm and tastes good." She agreed and and ate hungrily. Dinner was soon over and there was an awkward silence. I broke the silence with a question. "You said you like to smoke weed?" "I have some decent stuff that might just be the thing to get you through this awful day." She smiled at me and said "That would be great! I just want to forget my parents and everything that happened. Just or a little while." Everything was going perfectly to plan. I pulled out my box where I keep all my drugs, including my favorite and soon to be her's. There's nothing like getting someone to try tina for the first time knowing it will get it's claws into them, freeing them to be the whore they were always meant to be. I set the box down and asked her to get the pipe and weed out while I got us something to drink. She opened the box and was confused. All that was in the box was a strange pipe, a big baggie of some strange white crystals and various lights and torches. She looked at me and stated "I don't see any weed in here." "Really?" I responded. "I could have swore I had some weed in there." I then pretended to remember. "You know what? I lent my weed and pipe to a friend that just lost a family member. It helps them get to sleep at night and not have nightmares." She nodded and stated that was nice if me to help out a friend like that. "What are these white crystals?" she inquired. "Oh that? I'm not sure you are ready for that. It's called tina and it will make you feel really good but it can be really intense." "I wouldn't mind something strong right now if I could just forget everything for awhile." She told me. "Well if you are sure. I guess we could do a little." I replied. This was it! I was so excited I could barely pack the bowl. Once I got her good and high, it would be a cakewalk to get her naked and to agree to fuck me. I slipped some G into the drink I brought her to help get her more in the mood. I smiled as I watched her nervously gulping down her drink. Soon the bowl was packed and I was showing her how to take a hit. I exhaled a good sized cloud and passed her the pipe and lighter. It took her a few tries to take a decent hit but soon she was puffing away. I could see the G and T were starting to kick in and surreptitiously turned the air up to make it start to get hot. Once we had emptied the first bowl, I packed a new one and asked her if she would let me show her a way we could share a hit. "It's more efficient. I told her. "And you end up smoking less." I lied. "That might be a good idea. I'm starting to feel really good already." I explained how a shotgun worked and took a big hit leaning over to pass it to her. She was only able to take about half of it wasting the rest. When the the pipe came back to me, I said "Take a deep breathe this time. I wait to see you take the whole hit." She nodded in agreement and waited as a took a huge hit. I slowly let the hit out to her waiting mouth and she was keeping up with me. As soon as she took the whole thing, I told her to hold it until I told her to exhale. I could see her face was starting to get red and she not going to be able to hold it much longer and told Jessica she could release the cloud. It was huge and enveloped both our heads. I could tell she was already tweaking out and decided to start pushing boundaries. Taking another hit, I motioned her over to take it but this time getting too close and touching my lips to hers. I was pleasantly surprised when she pushed forward and experimentally put her tongue out between my lips. Taking it as an invitation, I started making out with her. I held back from doing anything more not wanting to scare her off. After a few minutes we disengaged and she said "That was wonderful! I've never kissed anyone like that before." "I'm happy you enjoyed it. You are a beautiful girl and should have guys lining up the block to kiss you." I replied. It was starting to get hot and we were both sweating a little. I started taking off my shirt asking her if she minded letting her know that tina can sometimes make you feel very warm. She said i was ok and then complained that she wish she could do the same thing as she was getting hot. I was so excited I could barely keep calm hearing those words,. I said "You can take off your shirt if you want to. This is a safe place and I promise I'll be a perfect gentleman." She thought about it for a few moments and decided it was worth exposing herself if you could just cool down a bit and started taking off her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra since they all were in the laundry and I just about came when I saw her perfect breasts drop out the bottom of her shirt. I was staring and she noticed but just smiled at me. I could tell the drugs were starting to kick in hard and she was starting to get turned on by the attention I was giving her. I decided to push it further and pulled down my jeans, leaving me in just a skimpy pair of panties. She saw my underwear and asked "Are you wearing panties? That's so hot!". I told her "Yes I'm wearing panties. I've been obsessed with them my whole life and won't wear anything different. They make me feel so sexy." She surprised me again and pulled off her shorts and stated "We both look sexy now!." I couldn't agree more and I was starting to get hard. It became very obvious and she started starring. While she was distracted, I decided to go in for another kiss. She responded enthusiastically and I push things further by grabbing one of her tiny tits and playing with her nipple. She moaned in my mouth, rubbing her hands frantically all over my body. She push closer and end up sitting on my leg as we made out. She was so wet I could feel her soaked panties rubbing on my leg. I laid her down on the couch we had been sitting on and broke away from her mouth to latch on to one of her nipples. She moaned even louder and shoved her hand down her panties to start fingering herself. It was time to taste that pussy so I made my way down, licking and kissing every part of her. I pulled her panties down and she didn't even notice. I gently push her hand away and dove into her cunt, eagerly lapping up her juices. It didn't take long before she came all of my face in a powerful orgasm. I didn't stop eating her out or playing with her clit. I wanted her too distracted so she wouldn't notice when I slid into her bare. I had every intention of pumping my toxic poz load into her virgin hole. Knocking her up with both my bug and my baby. Jessica was building to another orgasim there was just one last thing to do. I grabbed a couple of shards and started to prep her asshole. I used some of her abundate cum and lubed her up. She wasn't sure what to think about it at first and then started begging me to finger her asshole as it started feeling pleasurable. After I worked 3 fingers in, I decided it was time. I told her I was going to add some more lube to her hole and that it would burn at first, then feel amazing. I pushed 3 good sized shard into her and started working them in. I could feel her getting uncomfortable and told her "Just give it a few more moments. It's going to start feeling good in just a second." Her face suddenly went from pain to ecstasy as the shards absorbed into the walls of her rectum. I started eating her out again as she started getting higher and higher and closer and closer to cumming. Right before she got there, I pulled my panties down and moved up to kiss her again. I knew she could taste herself on my lips and in my mouth and she forgot about cumming for the moment. I lined up my cock with her pussy and began pushing in. She was so tight but soon I was in and pushing in further. I was a little disappointed she didn't have her hymen intact but that was soon forgotten when my balls met her lips and I was fully inside her. I couldn't believe how good it felt and after just one or two pumps I realized I was going to cum. I know I was good for at least 3-4 loads so I came as quietly as possible and continued fucking her. I pulled back from Jessica, wanting to look at her face as I despoiled her, knowing she would be infected with HIV by the end of the night and hopefully carrying my baby. She looked into my eyes and screamed "FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARDER!" She moaned I can't believe how good it feels. I want you to fuck me forever!" I could feel her orgasim coming and knew I would be cumming with her. She cried out as she came and grabbed my hips keeping me in her while I shot my second load, flooding her further. I didn't give her any sign I came and she was too inexperienced to know. I keep pumping into her and asked "You like that fat cock in your pussy? Your like being my whore?" "Yes, fuck yes! I'm your little whore! You can fuck me whenever you want!" She yelled. I felt my third load coming and know it was probably going to be my last for now. "How do you like my raw dick in your cunt? I'm getting so close! You want me to cum in you? You want to fill you with my 3rd load? She looks at me in alarm and said " But, but I'm not on birth control. It's been about two weeks since my period. If you cum in me, I'm going to get pregnant." "I've already cum in you twice. It's too late now." I reminded her. "Beg me to cum in your pussy. Beg me to put a baby in you!" She looked up at me, so close to cumming and she new she couldn't ask me to pull out. "Fuck me! Breed me! Knock me up with your baby! I want you to flood me with cum!" She begged. That's all it took and I started cumming. As I was flooding her, I couldn't help it and said "Take my poz cum! I'm infecting you with HIV making you my whore forever. My virus is already inside you, infecting every part of you and making you mine." As soon as I said that, Jessica came harder than she had all night. It disgusted her that someone would knowingly infect someone with HIV but now that it happened to her, she couldn't stop thinking about how much it turned her on. She really was a whore now.

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

I would probably take myself off the market for a while until I had accepted it. Only close friends (probably those who have it also) would know at first. My family doesn't need that ammo. As for taking meds, it depends on how I really react to diagnosis. We can show all kinds of bravado and say "No meds when it happens for me!", but is that the truth? Not all of us are really ready for that news, and when it becomes reality, are we under any obligation to stick to what we said before? I think not! If I actively chased - fucked whoever, begged for their toxic load, etc - then probably no meds for a while. It was what I wanted, so let's put it to use. Let me do some damage first. Meds can come when the party is over and I've had my fun. But gifting only the willing. I don't think I could live with myself to stealth and cause harm to others when they weren't expecting/deserving it. If I was surprised by the news - a random encounter, or a stealthing, or an accident on set - I would take it harder. It wasn't planned. Maybe my mind was elsewhere at the time. Maybe it was just lousy sex and deemed "not worth it" immediately after it was over. Let's equate that with getting a parking ticket and someone broke into your car in the same night. It will be one or the other. At least I have a plan.

I go to a gym that has an affiliation with some local hotel, so we get the occasional out of town businessman coming by for a workout. Or more often they just come to the locker room to get picked up in the steamroom/sauna. One evening it was pretty dead. I was lounging by myself in the sauna (post workout) when in walked a handsome stud I had never before seen. Stocky, Italian-looking guy, furry chest, probably in his 40's. Since I always see the same faces in the locker room, I had this guy pegged as one of those stray business men who was wandering astray. He took a seat across from me, still keeping his towel tightly fastened around his waist. I nodded a brief "hello" and went back to my 'relaxation'. I decided to let things unfold naturally. I sat quietly, with my eyes closed and my legs spread. No towel on. I'd let him get a show, and then sneak a peek at what he was doing. Hopefully he'd take an interest in me and I could get some Italian sausage. Sure enough, after five or so minutes I caught him blatantly staring at my junk. So I casually reached down and scratched myself a bit... and tugged a little. Fingered my balls. All stuff that could pass for a guy wiping sweat or 'readjusting' in the sauna heat. I saw him furtively adjusting himself in his towel. So I went further. I deliberately start slow-stroking my cock while staring at him. He met my eyes, his towel opened and fell away, revealing a beautiful, uncut piece of meat. He was definitely aroused and interested Fortunately we were still the only two in the sauna. I stand up and stretch, my cock sticking rigidly out from my body, while I walk over to where he's sitting. I stood there, right in front of him, basically daring him to make the next move. Which he did: he reached out and gently took hold of my dick. At that time I saw his wedding ring. At that point I knew I would get-off with him. I kept a lookout of the small sauna window while Mr. Italian fondled me for awhile. Then before I know it, he popped my cock in to his mouth and was sucking away, right there in the sauna! While I was no stranger to having sex at the gym, I was a bit surprised he went there first. Additionally, normally I am the cocksucker, but I let him go at it for a several minutes, and then told him to switch places with me. His cock was fantastic: bigger than mine and uncut, with a heavy, loose hood of foreskin. I worked him for all I was worth and he moaned softly in appreciation, but just as I was getting into it, he pushes me away abruptly and says, "Someone's coming!" We just have enough time to get seated and covered when "the creeper" came in. It was an older guy who is ALWAYS hanging out in the locker room hoping to either get or witness some action. Regretfully, I have actually played in the sauna when he was in there also. He's watched me suck and get fucked, but I just know Mr. Italian won't be into this guy hanging around. The Creeper settles in for what he thinks will be a good show, and Mr.Italian heads for the showers shortly thereafter. I waited a couple minutes then followed. We both soap up (a lot) and kind of show that we are still interested in each other. But Creeper wouldn't leave, so I gave Mr. Italian my best "follow me" look and head to my locker, which he did. At my locker I whispered to him that I really want to finish what we started, maybe even taking his cock up my ass and ask if we could head to his hotel. "How do you know I'm staying at a hotel?" he asked. "Because I know the gym has a deal, and you have "out of towner" written all over you." He agreed to meet me outside the gym in ten minutes. We dressed, and each casually make our way to the gym exit. I gave him space so as not to look like I was following him. Want to keep discrete, you know? But we met outside the gym and walked together to his hotel, some three blocks distant. Once in his room, all pretense was dropped. We tore off our clothing and sexually attacked each other. We made out and took turns sucking each other's cock. I was thinking that all I would get is a '69' and maybe a load, but then he dove down to my asshole and started rimming, which gave me hope he would breed me with his Italian stallion cock. But he just pushed me onto my shoulderblades and kept going from my ass to my cock. Back and forth, just slobbering and spitting over both. Who was I to argue with that kind of treatment? Then suddenly, he spat in his hand, rubs it on his asscrack, spats some more on my cock, and straddled my groin. "Dude, what are you doing?" I said. He positioned my cockhead at his hairy butthole, and proceeded to squat down on me. Now, I'm not huge (a real life 6.5" -- online 7+) but I am rather thick. Much thicker than average and I have a big ol' mushroom head on me. And damn if Mr. Italian wasn't having a devil of a time trying to wedge my cock into his tight little pucker. "Man, I don't know if we should.... you sure about this?" I asked. He was lost in the moment, desperately trying to get me inside him. The man needed cock-- again, who was I to say no? Finally there was intense pressure and then a "pop"... and my cockhead was inside him. All he could say was, "Holy FUCK that hurt! Hurt so damn good!" And then he slid the rest of the way down my shaft until I was balls deep. He started rocking back and forth and slowly bouncing up and down on my dick. This obviously wasn't his first time at the rodeo, and he was doing a fine job. His ass was like a vise and was hot as hell and I knew my dick wasn't going to last long in there. As his ass adjusted to my thickness, he is able to slide more freely and he starts working my hole shaft with his asshole. Up and down, slamming to the hilt, then sliding nearly off of me only to impale himself again. And again. And again. His beautiful cock was rock hard and thwapping against my stomach, leaving trails of precum in my belly hair. The man was in heaven riding my dick and he sure as shit looks beautiful doing it. "Man, I'm getting close."* I warned him. "If you keep fucking yourself with my cock like this, you're gonna make me cum." He just closed his eyes and kept riding me. "Dude, I'm really close-- i'm not gonna be able to hold back much longer!" He just kept riding me, but now harder and faster. "You want me to cum in you or to pull out? Cuz I'm so close! What do you want?" "Fucking cum in my ass, man!" he said forcefully. And so I did. I grabbed his hips hard, held him down on my cock and launched my swimmers into his guts. Hard. "Fuck yeah, I can feel your cock cumming!" he says, while he starts furiously jacking his cock. And I knew his tight ass WAS feeling me cum; because I really cum. A lot. More than one guy has been impressed with the way I shoot. His pucker was twitching tightly and milking my cock while he fisted his meat. Seconds later he blew-- a nice, thick load of Italian baby batter all over my chest. Naturally I scooped it all up and took turns feeding it to myself and to him. After our orgasms subsided, he gingerly pulls off my still semi-hard dick. When my head pops out he grimaced and said, "Ouch! Damn that hurt. I'm gonna be feeling THAT tomorrow!" While we cleaned up we made small talk. He was in town for a conference. Yes he was married. Two kids, both boys in high school. I told him he sure seems to know what he's doing with guys and asked if he gets much action on the road. "Some. It all depends on the guy. I get a lot of random blowjobs. And, um... normally I don't let a guy fuck me... like that," he says a bit sheepishly. "I guess I was just really horny tonight and couldn't stop myself. Thanks." "It's all good," I told him. "We all get that way now and again." He dressed to go out to dinner and followed me to the lobby where we parted ways. Of course what I didn't tell him was that I was POZ and I saw the blood left on the white hotel towels when we cleaned up. And that I sincerely hoped he liked the three-days worth of toxic jizz with which I just impregnated him that he was gonna let slowly seep into his guts all through his business dinner.

Damn negbtm, I wouldn't mind having swallowed those neg loads!! mmmmmmmmmmmm

OK, I thought San Francisco Cum Union was hot, but Budapest sounds like a life affirming gay, bisexual pansexual sloppy cummy piss filled fuckfest, heaven on earth. Amazing! WOW. Your life is a gay man's heaven. ( And you have stamina like a bunny) Super hot story !! 2 Questions : 1) With the hot 51 y/o, you mentioned that you guys snowballed . What is that? 2) With the 23 y/o, you mentioned he liked to play dirty? ( I don't know what that is, but it sounds like fun.) I'm going to have to read your story gain, this time with my lubed up cock in my right hand.

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The first fucking I got at the nude campground sure set the tone for all the rest of the weekend. Some friends of mine liked going to this gay, nude campground and they were always talking about all the "fun" there was to be had at it. Well, it didn't take much convincing on their part before I was begging to go the next time, so the next holiday weekend (I think it was July 4th) we went. It was a very interesting and very liberating experience. Everyone just walked around nude during the day and lounged by the pool, etc. With a few occasional excursions into the woods for some sex. I just viewed it as a way to see everyone's equipment before hitting on them. There was this one couple that I was sort of drawn to-- one had a biker, leather look and one was very clean shaven. The biker had a fu-manchu biker stache, furry chest, and a thick cock with some low hangers. His partner was taller, thin, smooth, and had a dick that was enormous! (It's always the tall, thin ones, isn't it?) Anyway, I made sure I hung out and drank with them all day (when I wasn't hanging with my friends). Then evening rolled around... and that's when the fun began. The whole campground sort of parties in the evenings, and there is a lot of drinking. They make a special lemondade that will knock you on your ass if you aren't careful. And I wasn't careful. Boy did I get hammered! And the drunker I got, the more blatantly I flirted with the couple. Eventually I learned that they had a portable sling set up, and that they'd be more than willing to take turns fucking my hole, so I wandered off with them, while my friends watched me go. They knew what was cumming. Once at the sling, we all got to playing. I was kneeling and taking turns sucking their cocks, and they were working my nips and we all were having a grand old time. Then they put me in the sling. Biker guy kneeled and started tonguing the hell out of my ass, while Big Dick was feeding my mouth his enormous cock. He grew to about nine inches when all was said and done. Biker Guy wasn't bad either, at a respectable thick 7 inches... with a big head. Then came time for fucking. Big Dick was still fucking my mouth, but somehow he produced a bottle of poppers and he began feeding them to me like a good host. Biker Guy lubed up and said, "I'm gonna fuck you for awhile first, to get you opened up for that monster, ok?" I nodded my consent. Another snort of poppers and I feel his raw cock start to enter my ass. It felt fucking incredible. He sets up a fuck rhythm and the sling is swaying, helping him penetrate as far into my ass as possible. All the while I was working Big Dick's cock with my mouth. After ten minutes or so, Biker Guy says, "This is a sweet ass- you about read for a turn Paul?" Paul (Big Dick) pulls out of my mouth while Biker pulls out of my ass. And I gotta admit, I'm a bit nervous about Paul's dick size. But I'm also drunk and flying on poppers. What the fuck, right? Paul somehow produces a condom, and starts rolling it on his impressive tool. Biker sees me watching and says, "He's poz, so he's gonna wrap before fucking you... house rules." Biker and Paul switch positions, and Biker Guy starts feeding me poppers while Paul is lubing and trying to work his cock up into a fully hard state again. I start sucking Biker and Paul starts nosing that big cock around my ass. Unfortunately he is having a devil of a time getting hard enough to get in my hole, and he's losing erection by the moment. We try this for while longer, but it just isn't working. Paul suggests switching again, so they do. Bike Guy's cock feels incredible in my ass again, and I'm loving feeling Paul's ginormous rod get hard in my mouth. After another ten minutes of fucking, Bike Guy says, "I can't hold out much longer... I'm gonna lose my nut." Paul is encouraging his partner to cum and moves around to watch. "Where do you want the load, man?" I barely have enough time to say "in me" before he's painting my guts with his load. It feels incredible, as I can feel every twitch of his fat knob in my ass. "Your turn, Paul." Biker Guy says while pulling out. "You really need to get in there and churn my cum." Biker Guy excuses himself and goes into their cabin to get a towel and beers, and Paul is standing next to me, starting to roll on another condom. I reach down, and gently stroke his dick and roll the condom off his head. "Fuck me, man" I beg him. "Shove that big fucker in me raw." John wouldn't want that-- besides, I'm poz man." "I know. And I'm telling you to fuck me. You can always pull out before you cum." Paul looked at me with lust in his eyes, stepped around to my ass, lubed up, and told me to get ready. I poppered up and prepared for the assault. Fuck did he have a massive fucking cock! He shoved that giant, raw cock into my ass all at once causing me to cry out in pain. This brought John out of the cabin and back to the action. "What's going on here-- you finally gettin' some of that hot hole, Paul?" John was hard again, and stood next to my face so I could suck his fat prong. John took over feeding me poppers while Paul fucked the SNOT out of my ass. He was using the sling to full penetration advantage, and it was about all I could take. Thank goodness my moans and grunts were stifled by John's dick, or the whole campground would have heard us. The entire time Paul is fucking me, John is coaching him, telling him to fuck my hole, to churn the cream that's already in my guts, to wreck my hole with his meat, etc. It's very hot. Then John says, "Paul's gettin' close to nutting-- I can tell by his face. Where you want it, man?" I looked up at him through my popper and drunken haze and said, "In me." "You heard the man, Paul. Breed this cunt's hole!" Paul closed his eyes and shoved in hard. I could feel all nine rigid inches throbbing inside me and I knew he was shooting his toxic spunk inside me. DEEP inside me. While Paul is cumming, John is jacking furiously and wandering toward my ass. He let Paul finish, then tells him to move. I feel that big fucking cock pull out of my ass, and then feel John shove in hard and start loading my sloppy ass again. Paul went inside while John finishes squirting in my butt. When John finally pulls out, he looks at me and says, "Well, THAT oughta get your weekend started right. Three cumloads in your ass." I asked John if Paul was gonna be in trouble for not using the condom. He said, "Nah. We always start off using the condom, but if the bottom pig begs for it raw... well, we give him what he wants. House rules." Paul and John tagged my ass several more times that weekend... as did about ten other campers.

Feeling of a cock head gliding over my hole a few times before the tip finally goes in.

Hot Story! I’ve gotten off several times while reading it. It brings back so many memories and today, nostalgia and sadness. My first visit to an adult bookstore was during my senior year of college. For four years, I had enjoyed almost daily adventures in the campus men’s rooms. An ad for a bookstore in Durham piqued my interest as I was looking for somewhere to satisfy my lust for anonymous sex once my college days were over. For the remainder of the semester, I made weekly trips to that bookstore becoming more daring in what I was willing to do. This was the early 1990s after all and I was still trying to play safe. Moving back home for the summer, I took a major step and visited our town’s local bookstore. Since my youth, the place had excited me. It seems my family only ever drove by it on our trips to the beach. Headed east, I would secretly cut my eyes to the storefront as we passed by, taking in the signs advertising “peep shows”, “adult mags and films”, and “arcade”. Years later I was shaking that first visit, afraid that I would run into someone that I knew. In the ensuing years I did see some neighbors and even a few relatives (exchanged smiles, but never said anything to them – neither in the store or outside of there). I did get to suck off a former schoolmate and a teacher I knew there. The place was small compared to the one I first visited, but over the years there have been some great times. It’s where I truly became the pig that I feel I am today. I’ve spent many hours on my knees there servicing cock. I’m not sure where I had my first raw fuck, but I know that back booth on the right is where I first took multiple loads and knew that I wouldn’t go back to condoms. That first visit was in 1991. Over the years, the customers had been dwindling with the availability of hookup sites and coupled with Covid-19, the end was expected. Today, 27FEB21, the place closed for good. The worst part, instead of closing at five, it was closed hours early when I arrived. A little sad, I feel cheated out of being there on the last day and maybe being the last one to leave. I was there the past three days though. I worked the gloryholes and got bred in an open area near the back while another guy watched - hot. For almost thirty years this place had been my playground. They have been locals and travelers, young and old; but all men who I was glad to have known. I’ll certainly miss it.

That is different. Minors are a class of people and trans and gay and str8s. But society, in general, has agreed that certain classes should be protected by BigGov. The SubWay guy is an exception that we don't tolerate. Call me Libertarian or whatever slur but it's best to limit how much BigGov meddles in our choices; keep the laws to bare minimum, like protecting minors, and use our wallets to drive most other choices.

Andy , thanks for your in depth review and pointers. TBH, I'd love to go , however I think the first time I'll ( very much )enjoy it as a stallion to get more comfortable with the tenor and cadence of the that kind of blindfold sex party ( Woof!) and if I dare another time perhaps as a mare.

not my goal.......my eventuality........i let anyone fuck me........never said no or asked questions

I’m willing. Just wish we were closer. :-[

Part 5 He had what he wanted. I had said the words. No, I had felt them. My body was in control now, and it was ignoring my nervous thoughts to escape and go home. Instead my body offered itself to him” is what he wanted from me. He ran his hands across my shoulders, then under my arms and down my sides to my waist, tracing my torso’s V-shape. I felt a hard pressure against my anxious hole and knew he was trying to penetrate my ass. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. My ass immediately surrendered to his thick cock. He pushed up inside me with a steady pressure, my hole already trained tonight to take cock. I winced as the mushroom head stretched my hole even wider than the first guy had. I yelped, but my breath caught in my throat and I silently groaned in painful pleasure. The sharp pain shoôk my body and the was gone. My head was pressed against the carpeted wall, flying high with popper rush. I felt so full as he pressed himself forward, burying the full shaft inside me. “That’s a good boy. Take all of daddy’s cock. Good little pig. You love raw cock, don’t you?” “I do,” I half breathed and half said. He rewarded my answer with a full thrust of his cock. I moaned loudly, unable to contain the pleasure. “Fuck boy, I feel that other load in there. Fuck your pig hole with another man’s toxic load.” He began fucking me harder, his is pelvis slamming against my ass over and over. I could only moan as he used my ass to satisfy his desire. My hole was stretched now, his cock moving easily in and out of my ass. He pulled all the way out, and I breathed a short sigh of relief. I looked over my shoulder at him, my eyes pleading, and he grinned. “Pig boy doesn’t like being empty.” He pushed his cock back in, a slow and deliberate penetration so I could feel the head creeping deeper inside me, and feel my tunnel expand to accommodate his girth. It was an amazing sensation, and I made an odd animalistic sound of pleasure and surprise. “Now that was a squeal, boy.” He pulled back on my hips while pushing his cock deep inside me. “Back up, feet on the floor. That’s it. Spread those legs a little wider. Just like that. Keep your hands on the bench. Fuck yeah.” I was standing, bent over the bench. The floor was cool relief on the bottoms of my feet. He pressed the bottle of poppers under my nose. “Popper up again.” I did as I was told. As the poppers rushed through me again, he began rocking my body back and forth on his thick shaft. He wasn’t pulling out, but making me experience the girth contours of his dick. It was t a straight shaft, but got wider near the middle, tapering slightly at either end. I began working my ass back and forth on him, captivated by what I was feeling. I had no idea I could feel a cock inside me this way. “Fuck yeah, boy. Work daddy’s cock with that tight ass. Look at you! You need this.” I did. “Look at yourself.” He grabbed my head and turned it to the left. “See how fucking hot you look impaled on daddy’s cock.” There was a mirror on the wall, beneath the mounted TV, that I had missed when he brought me into the room. I could see my entire body, naked, legs stretched back, ass up, and my abs flattened and my torso tilted upward into my shoulders with my arms locked. I could see the years of workouts and soccer games reflected in the muscle tone and curves of my body. Behind we was the powerhouse who was buried deep in my ass. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me back onto his cock, and started to pound me. I was in ecstasy! I could see him pounding into my waiting ass, my body on display. I felt like a fucking porn model watching myself in the mirror. “Fucking hot pig boy,” I heard him say as he was going to town on my hole. I’d never felt this way. I’d never felt so out of control but amazing! My body looked awesome, and I’d never thought that before. I wanted to keep this feeling forever. “Fuck me!” did I just say that? “Fuck me, daddy!” I was panting, looking at us in the mirror. There was a need in my eyes, and lust in his. “You’re making my toxic juices boil, boy!” He suddenly pulled out, half stepping half falling back a step. He stood there, playing with his own nipples, and just gazing at my naked athletic body. “Lie on your back. The long way down the bench.” I rolled onto the bench, one leg angled, and I consciously tried to make myself look sexy for him. The blood was rushing through me, my heart pounding and my body feeling electrified. I vaguely noticed he opened the door, and I didn’t know why. He wasn’t leaving. He wouldn’t leave me. He gazed down at my body again, drinking it all in. He ran his hand up and down my body. “Fuck you are HOT!” He was staring at me with this lust in his eyes. I knew he wasn’t done with me. I knew I had no choice in the matter. He’d already broken any resistance. “You play sports in school?” “Soccer. And I like to swim, but I don’t compete.” The casual conversation seemed a bit odd, but also gave my ass a break. “It shows.” I liked the way he admired my body. No one had looked at me like this before. He was absently kicking off a shoe and pulling his pants off while he randomly explored my body. I moaned softly as his rough hands grazed my own smoother skin. “Legs up, pig boy. I wanna see your face while I breed you.”. I rolled my legs back and lifted my hips slightly. I’d never offered myself up like this before. He maneuvered himself between my legs, one knee resting on the bench, his other leg braced against the floor. Out came the bottle of poppers, “Load up, boy.” I pinched off a nostril and took a long hit of the burning fumes. My body responded with a rush of desire, my legs spreading slightly wider, and I gave a quiet moan of need. This time he hit the poppers as well, seeming to relish the feeling it brought. His eyes locked with mine as he leaned forward and shoved his cock inside me. I gasped, but didn’t have a moment to recover because he began fucking me hard right away. I was vaguely aware of other movement in the room. There were several people now standing in the doorway, and one had even crept into the room to watch. The alarm must have shown in my face. “You’re the star of tonight’s show, pig boy. Just keep your eyes on me and enjoy it.” He grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wider, and he was lunging forward with deep strokes in and out of my ass. I groaned as he pounded me with the full weight of his body behind it. My legs framed his beefy muscled hairy torso, and I could see my feet hanging in the air with no where to go. “Fucking hot pig boy! Look at you!! So fucking hot! My toxic juices are coming, boy! You want that juice? You want that toxic juice flooding you?”He voice was getting loud. Probably too loud for this place. But he didn’t. Care. I knew what was happening, what was coming. “Please, give it to me,” I whispered. “Fuck yeah, pig boy! Fuck yeah you want daddy to breed that hot college hole!” He was railing my ass, the thrusts shaking my entire body. I no longer. Felt the subtly contours of his shaft, but the hard pounding energy of his body. I couldn’t speak. I just kept grunting and moaning, “Eh! Ah! Yeah! Ah! Yeah!” And then he growled deeply, his body weigh filling my hole,. He held it there, his body quivering. I felt his cock now, pulsating. I knew it was the moment he wanted — the entire reason he had tapped on that window between our booths. He was pumping his toxic load deep inside me. I felt the hot juices leak around my hole. As he pushed deeper inside me. He was panting as his body convulsed. His breath was hot against my face, and he opened his eyes and looked into mine.d There was a long, silent moment spent like that, with just the sounds of his heavy breathing. “Fuck, boy,” he breathed, “I didn’t expect this from you. Fucking sexy pig boy.” He leaned back, but didn’t pull his cock out. He rubbed my muscles chest, then ran his hands down my tight abs. He looked at me. “You got what you wanted,” he said. He looked toward the door;. “Show’s over, fuckers. Go jerk off in the booths.” The flock of guys that had crowded around the open door began to disperse. He looked back. At me and grinned. “You were amazing,” he said slapping my chest. He slowly withdrew his cock, then stood up. He gave me his hand and pulled me to a sitting up position. He started pulling on his pants. “I’ve never seen you before. Make sure I see you again.” I was sitting there in stunned silence. The primal energies were fading. What the fuck had just happened. I couldn’t even begin to put it together in my conscious brain. Again I was naked in a dingy booth, covered in sweat My ass felt very tender, and the rough carpet of the bench wasn’t feeling good against my skin. I thought about standing up, but couldn’t yet. Who had been watching? Did anyone see who I am? Did any of them know me? What if they told other people? Unexpectedly his face appeared in front of mine. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me into him. He gave me a long, penetrating kiss. I melted a little more. He pulled away and grinned. “Good boy. “ With that he left the room, the door still open. He was showing off his trophy. Anyone walking by would see exactly who he had fucked and put his load into. Why did that excite me? I sat there a couple minutes. Two different guys tried coming in, but I shook my head and told them to leave. I was still breathing heavy, and my body was spent. Sex in college had never left me like this, even the times it was good. My body ached from the positions I’d been in, my legs feeling like I’d run 100 miles. But when guys walked by the open door, I didn’t cover myself. I was fine being looked at, stretched out naked on the bench. I touched my hole – it burned and felt tender. It was done for the night. Finally I got up, found my clothes, and headed out. This time wasn’t a rush past the door; I was feeling kinda unsteady on my feet, like after a hard workout or soccer practice. I heard my flip flops slapping as I walked through the store; they sounded obnoxiously loud and seemed to draw everyone’s attention. I stepped outside. He was there, leaning against a big black SUV parked right in front of the store. He motioned me over. “Use this,” he said, handing me a piece of paper. Then he kissed me again, got into his SUV, and drove off. I looked down at the paper. He had written GRANT with a phone number beneath it.

Part 2 I continued cruising public toilets and parks throughout my time as a student. I had now also made some gay friends and was beginning to socialise more and visit gay pubs and Glasgow's one gay club. I would usually go out with friends but every now and then I liked to go out on my own. It was on one such night when I was drinking in a bar at the top end of the town that I met someone I knew from home. Lewis was a couple of years older than me and he had been brought up in the same church as me and my family and our families were close friends. I had always liked and admired Lewis - he was blond and stocky, good looking, quite sporty and always seemed to know what he was doing. He had been leader of the church youth group for a few years and I knew he was now in Edinburgh studying to become a pastor. I was surprised to see him drinking in a gay bar and after a while he noticed me and came over. We were both a bit unsure of what to say at first and we started off talking about mutual friends at home. After a while Lewis seemed more at ease. He told me that he knew he liked guys but was not intending to do anything with anyone. He said he liked to visit gay bars now and then and came through to Glasgow as he needed to be discreet. I assured him that no one would ever hear anything from me and he smiled at me. After that I saw Lewis in the bar a few times. Sometimes he was with a friend but mostly he was on his own. One night I was drinking in the same bar and after I had a few drinks I was chatted up by a fit looking older guy. We got on well and I really liked him. We started flirting with each other and soon our conversation was getting more explicit. He told me outright that he wanted to fuck me but said he was staying in a hotel in the centre of Glasgow with his boyfriend. I really wanted him and I suggested that we go for a walk. There are a lot of alleyways running behind the buildings in that part of the town and soon we had walked a little way down the hill and we were making our way along one of the back alleys. We came to a little recess area behind what looked like an empty building and he pulled me towards him. He kissed me hard and a short time later I was down sucking his cock. I sucked him for a while and then he pulled me up. I knew exactly what he wanted and I was really up for it and soon my pants and trousers were down and I was bent over against the wall as he pushed his cock up my arse and began to fuck me. We were taking a big risk as we were only partially hidden in the recess area. We probably couldn't be seen from either end of the alleyway but could easily be caught by anyone walking through it. I didn't really think about the risk - the guy was fucking me harder now and I was enjoying every minute of it. It was then I noticed a figure standing in a doorway just across from us and I realised we were being watched. The guy watching us had his hand down his trousers and was obviously playing with himself as he watched us fuck. It was then I realised that it was Lewis. The guy fucking me was getting close now and hadn't noticed that we had an audience. He pushed me against the wall and began to fuck me really hard. I was really turned on by the whole experience and even more so by the fact that Lewis was watching me take it up the arse in a back alley. A short time later the guy grunted and began to cum in my arse. He thrust up me several times and I could tell he was shooting quite a big load up me. After a while he pulled out and stuffed his cock back into his pants. He slapped me on the arse, said " Cheers, mate," and disappeared into the night. I don't think he even noticed Lewis. I looked across at Lewis and smiled at him. He hesitated for a moment and then he made his way slowly towards me. I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his knees along with his white underpants. Lewis's cock was long, thick and hard and I wasted no time in going down on him. He groaned and gently took my head in his hands as I sucked him. He was giving soft little moans as I sucked him and I had every intention of sucking him until he blew his load in my mouth but after a while Lewis started reaching down to feel my arse and I stood up and bent over to suck him. His hand went down the back of my pants and soon his finger found my hole. I was still lubed with the other guy's cum and Lewis began to finger me as I sucked his cock. I stood up, pulled my pants and trousers down below my arse and bent forward. I wasn't sure if Lewis would go for it but almost immediately I felt the head of his big cock pushing against my hole. I reached round and pulled my cheeks apart as Lewis pushed his cock into my arse. I bent forward as Lewis began to fuck me. I was more turned on than I had been in a long time - Lewis's cock was one of the biggest I had had up me for quite a while and he was fucking me really well. I couldn't help wondering what our families would think if they could see Lewis fucking me up the arse in a back alley and this thought turned me on even more. I could tell Lewis was getting close and after a few more thrusts he groaned and said "Oh fuck!" as he pumped his cum into my arse. We walked back to the bar together and Lewis bought me a drink. Over the next few months Lewis and I fucked several times. We never talked about what we were doing - Lewis would just nod to me and leave the bar and after a moment I would follow him and we would meet in the recess in the back alleyway and, after I had sucked him for a while, he would fuck me up against the wall. I could tell that Lewis was becoming more confident and one night after he had fucked me he bent over and offered me his arse. I fingered some lube into his arse and slowly pushed my cock up him. Lewis's hole was tight, but not as tight as I thought it might be. He grunted and bent forward as I began to fuck him. I was really turned on - I had always fancied Lewis and never thought in a million years I would get to fuck him. I fucked him slowly at first and then I began to fuck him harder and before long I was shooting my cum right up his arse. After that we continued to meet in the alley and sometimes after he had fucked me Lewis would drop his pants and let me fuck him. I could tell he was really enjoying being fucked and I guessed that I probably wasn't the first to fuck him and certainly wouldn't be the last. I was enjoying myself and really getting off on taking risks. In truth, I was also starting to drink a bit too much and that led me into some very risky situations. One night I had been drinking in the centre of Glasgow and, feeling horny, I decided to visit an all night toilet in the north of the city. When I got there a couple of guys were wanking at the urinal and as I joined them, a cubicle door opened and a dark haired lad my own age came out. Soon we were all wanking at the urinal and them I went down on one of the guys as the young lad went down on the other. In my drunken state, I didn't really think of the risk as I pulled my pants down and bent forward over the urinal and told the guy to fuck me. I was being fucked out in the open in full view of anyone who might come into the toilet but I didn't care. The guy fucking me came quite quickly and when he pulled out the other guy went up me. When he had cum in me, the young lad went up me and after about ten or twelve thrusts he added his load to the other two. They all disappeared quickly and as I pulled up my pants and trousers I could feel cum running down my legs. I made my way to the wash basins and just as I was starting to wash my hands two police officers suddenly appeared. I continued to wash my hands, suddenly sobering up as they both looked hard at me. I walked towards the door and to my relief they didn't stop me leaving the toilet. I knew I had been very lucky though - if they had arrived just a few minutes earlier I would have been well and truly busted. I resolved to be more careful and I was for a while, but soon I was back taking risks and getting off on it. One night I had been drinking heavily at a party and, horny as usual, decided to visit a nearby park which I knew was sometimes quite good for cruising at night. It was a warm summer evening but the park was still quite quiet so I decided to have a little rest on a bench near the cruising area. It was light when I woke up several hours later. I was stiff from lying on the bench and at first I couldn't think where I was. Then I realised that my pants and trousers were down at my ankles and I could tell from the wet, squelchy feeling in my arse that I had been fucked. I tried to think back to the night before but I couldn't remember anything about it. A little later I was squatting in some bushes and as I pushed the cum out my arse I realised that I must have been fucked more than once - in fact it felt like I was pushing out two or three loads. I could remember nothing though and had absolutely no idea who had been up my arse - it could have been anyone. I had another horny experience a few months later when I was in the north of Glasgow visiting one of my aunts. Aunt Margaret lived near the top of a tower block on an estate which looked very run down and had quite a bad reputation. My aunt liked living there and always said that the people on the estate were good people. I'm sure she was right but I did sometimes feel a bit nervous getting in to the lifts, which were often covered in graffiti and frequently smelt of piss. One evening I had been visiting my aunt for tea. I liked Aunt Margaret a lot, but like all my family she was very religious and always asked me if I was being a good Christian boy. I was now well versed in telling my family what they wanted to hear and I assured her easily that I was. Aunt Margaret told me that she was hosting a meeting of her home bible study group that evening and asked me if I would like to stay. I told her I would love to, but had to get home to study for exams. It was dark when I left my aunt's and as I got into the lift one of the lights went out just as someone else came in behind me. The guy was unshaven with long hair and looked quite rough and actually a bit scary. He saw me looking at him and stared at me. Then he winked at me and grinned and I couldn't help grinning back. As the lift made its way down I had the feeling he was cruising me and sure enough when the lift reached the ground floor he motioned to me to follow him. He led me out of the block and down some stairs into what looked like a bin area. Without a word, he unzipped his trousers, pulled his semi hard cock out and motioned to me to go down on him. I looked around - it was dark but there was not much cover if anyone came into the bin area. He pushed my head down and I took his cock into my mouth. He was soon fully hard and I sucked him for a while and then he pulled me up and turned me round. He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down along with my pants, bent me forward, pulled my cheeks apart and spat on my hole a few times. Then he pushed his cock into my arse. I was really turned on as he fucked me hard and fast right there in the bin area. He didn't mess about - he just went up me - fucked me roughly and shot his load into me. Then he left me there in the bin area with my pants down and his cum leaking out of my arse. Neither of us had said a word throughout the whole encounter and somehow this just made it even hornier. As I pulled up my pants I wondered how my aunt's bible study group was going. A few months later I was cruising in a pubic toilet late one foggy afternoon and I was feeling very horny. Two other guys were cruising in the toilet - a young ginger lad and an older guy. I was cruising the ginger lad, but he seemed more interested in the older guy and sure enough they disappeared into a cubicle together. I waited a while but no one else came into the toilet. I decided to give up and go somewhere else but before I did I went into the other cubicle, climbed quietly onto the toilet and looked over into the other cubicle. The fit young ginger lad was bent over the toilet and the older guy was fucking him from behind. I watched the older guy's thick cock thrusting up the ginger lad's slim arse for a moment of two and then made my way across the park to another toilet. As I got near to the toilet I noticed a guy up ahead heading towards the toilet. I had seen this guy a few times - he had blond curly hair and was carrying a tool bag. I had seen him in this toilet a couple of times. One time he had let someone suck him off at the urinal and the other time he had disappeared into a cubicle with dark haired guy. I reached the toilet a short time after the blond guy entered it but to my disappointment there was no sign of him. The toilet was quite small and only had one cubicle. The door to the cubicle was shut and I guessed he must already be in there with someone. I waited around for a while but the blond lad did not come out and no one else entered the toilet. I knew it would be closing soon and decided to give up - it was clearly not going to be my day. I crossed the road where there was a bus shelter and waited on a bus to take me back across the city. The fog was really thick now and there was no sign of a bus. A couple of other people had now entered the shelter and I guessed the bus would not be long. Then the blond guy I had seen entering the toilet came into the shelter. He must have recognised me as he looked at me and after a while I realised he was cruising me. It looked like my luck might be in after all as he looked straight at me and then made his way out of the shelter. I waited a second and then followed him onto some wasteland behind the bus stop. The fog was really thick now and he led me into some bushes. If it wasn't for the fog we would have been in full view of the road and of a row of houses just on edge of the park, but as it was we couldn't be seen because of the fog. He grinned at me and put down his tool bag. He was a really fit lad, very straight looking in workman's trousers which were splashed with plaster and paint and soon he had his cock out and I was sucking him off. I sucked him for a while and soon his breathing was getting heavier and I was looking forward to getting a mouthful of cum but then he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He turned round, pulled his pants down to his knees, and bent over. He reached round and pulled my cock towards his arse. I fingered his hole and found it wet with what I could tell was cum and I guessed someone had just fucked him in the toilet. I was super horny and I wasted no time in pushing my cock up his fit arse. He groaned as I began to fuck him, just a few feet away from a busy road and a bus shelter full of people. I hadn't cum for a few days and the load I shot up his arse felt like quite a big one. A few minutes later we were both boarding the bus. A group of lads at the back of the bus called out to him and he went to join them. I wondered what they would think if they knew he had just taken two loads of cum up his arse. Part 3 to follow

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!"

Can confirm St Giles hotel is still good, Got 12 loads up me there last weekend.

And as a Transsexual such is the only means by which we can indeed become pregnant, then nurture his babies by never ever going on meds and doing my utmost that his genes pass on

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.

A few things: it’s easy especially early on to have our appetites exceed our capabilities. It’s a reputation that’s hard to shake so I recommend testing your capabilities before you put yourself out there. That means duration size positions whatever find out what your limits are. For a successful gangbang you may find it helpful to find a wing man. Dude who is invested in watching you take a lot of dick can help be a second person in searches, may have his own resources, it is great for minding the door while you’re taking the dick

Wow that is a perfect explanation for exactly how I feel. Literally lol. Thanks

I like being strangled hard enough for the men to show me I am a worthless whore to them

When we finally makes his way through my tight hole and slides in my guts. And when I feel his balls slapping my taint.

Sounds fucking awesome! I'm so desperately in need of a scene like this one. Thanks for posting all of the piggy details!

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...

I've been fantasizing lately about alternate social structures that are based around gay sex. Even wrote up a whole "future world history" then realized it was just a framework - it wasn't a sex story, so never posted it in the stories section here. And in a similar vein I've been fantasizing about sex ed courses with lab sessions where younger students are randomly paired up with an older students (lab partner changes each day) and students get extra credit for being the bottom in class gangbangs, etc. Of course in my fantasy none of those things are illegal - it's all very normal, natural and accepted.