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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."

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.

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.

I suspect that for the majority of people the reality is different from the fantasy. I don't believe that there are many guys who genuinely want to get ill and impact their quality of life/their lives be ended prematurely. I'm sure there are some outliers who do, but they are the exception. If someone is poz and on medication with an undetectable load then I see no reason for them to disclose unless directly asked after all it's safer than the guys who whore around blindly and say "neg" when asked, regardless of if or when then last tested. If you're in a position where you want to share the gift of it then I'd say go for it before you get on meds but the studies are clear, ultimately - starting medication earlier leads to a much more normal life/health prognosis. I also think it depends how the conversion takes place - if a guy gets really poorly with fuck flu/associated illnesses or they've not tested and end up really poorly from it progressing unchecked, I have no doubt that it'll colour how they approach their infection from that point on. As to how it changes sexual behaviour? It's a case of "well got the worst thing out there now" so generally guys who have converted are even sluttier and less caring. There is no regret (other than maybe not being able to have the chase to catch it again). I'm no fan of stealthing, though it's hot at a personal level to think of a top doing it to me, that's my own personality and choices but ultimately I've always felt cheated if I don't get the load in me as well as rubbers being damn uncomfortable. I guess that's just a long-winded way of saying I don't think anyone knows for certain exactly how or if their sex adventures will change until it's happened.

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.

In the 80's A few years back, I lived in large cosmopolitan city in the Deep South. Just before I left, I saved up some money, and bought myself one of the quintessential used white vans that could be seen everywhere in the city. I padded and carpeted the back floor, sides, and roof, and put in a small cabinet and extra-heavy curtains behind the cab and on the windows ... the usual stuff for then. I also added something special: a padded sawhorse with restrains on the legs and cross piece. As soon as I had finished, I need to test it. As I lived only a few blocks from downtown, I walked to a local bar, I cruised a number of guys, and settling on a hot looking victim: early-20's, auburn hair, dirty-blonde hair, blue eyes. (Yeah, I'm a sucker for blue eyes.) He said his name was Jim. After chatting a bit, I invited him back to my place for sex. When we got to my place, he said that he didn't get fucked ... that he never had, and never would be, because he was afraid of AIDS, and even a condom might break. I said that I was okay with that. We stripped naked, fooled around a bit, and smoked some weed in my bedroom. I suggested that I show him my van. We both threw on clothes, and went back down to where I parked it. I told him we had to take off our shoes before getting in the back. I grinned when he told me he liked the back, but wasn't sure what the sawhorse was for. I told him I'd demonstrate it. I lay down prone on it first, and let him restrain me. After he let me up, I coaxed my intended victim to lie prone on it, and I secured his wrists, ankles, thighs and chest. I then put a gag in his mouth, and asked what he thought of my contraption. All I heard form behind the gag was a muffled response. I took a knife, and cut off his belt, t-shirt, and jeans. He kept pulling at the restraints and trying to yell while I was doing it, but the restraints were firm and the gag was very effective. I was sure with the padding that no one outside the van could hear him. I got a jar of Vaseline from the cabinet, shucked my clothes, and greased up his asshole. I then spread his ass-cheeks, and pressed my dick head against his hole. He he kept trying to writhe and twist to get away while yelling into the gag. Grabbing his hips, I forced my entire thick rock-hard naked seven inch dick deep inside my victim in one shove. For a second his body froze before he screamed into the gag and fought like mad to get free. I took my time plowing his ass, enjoying how it convulsed around the cock that had destroyed his virginity. He continued to gurgle behind the gag and writhe, still pulling in vane at the restraints. Eventually, I decided I'd had enough, so I fucked him faster until I felt my balls start to draw up. Yelling "Take it, bitch," I rammed in balls-deep and splattered a huge load in him. He was crying as I withdrew my cock from his violated asshole. I cleaned-up myself, cleaned-up his ass, and dressed myself. As I stepped out of the van he resumed yelling into the gag. Perfect: I could barely hear him with the door open; with it shut, I couldn't hear anything at all. I drove the van to a leather bar, and parked it at the far end of the lot before I went inside. One by one, I began approaching men to see if they were interested in what I had to offer. It wasn't long before I found my first taker: an average biker type in boots and jeans. We walked out to my van, and climbed in back. He ran his hands over Jim's ass, murmuring "Nice." Jim pulled desperately at the restraints and yelled into the gag. "He okay with this?" the biker asked. I smiled "Why wouldn't he be?" The biker smirked, "Got it. Besides, I don't fuckin' care." By the time he had his clothes off, his dick was already hard. He stepped between Jim's secured legs, rammed it in and started fucking. In short order he blew a juicy load into Jim's ass. He dressed and we left. "Hot hole. Thanks," he said as he split. Over the next hours, I found eight different guys similar to the biker, all ages and races and sizes, each of whom eagerly mounted, plowed, and shot his load in the restrained victim's rectum. After the second guy, Jim stopped yelling, and began to uselessly blubber pleas behind the gag. His ass filled with more and more cum, some of which dribbled down the insides of his thighs as each new cock displaced some to make room for another guy's load. The last guy was the topper: a old biker, in his late 50's or early 60's, hairy, balding, salt & pepper beard, beer belly, smoking a fat cigar. I took him to the van like all the others, he fingered the cum dripping from Jim's hole, and grinned at me lopsided as he commented "Guess Ah'm not the first tonight, eh? That's okay. Ah like sloppy seconds." He unbuttoned his jeans, and brought out a very large cock and balls that were the size of goose eggs. It only took a few strokes for his cock to become a tool the size of a tall beer can with a huge steel PA. "Holy shit!" I muttered. Grinning lewdly, he asked "Think he can take this?" "He has a choice?" I answered. The biker laughed "Shit, no!" Still smoking his stogie, he stepped in and pressed the head against Jim's hole. "Hold on, fucker. This's gonna be a bumpy ride." He then began pushing himself inside Jim who renewed his whimpering and writhing. He slapped his ass. "Ah'm horny as hell, an' it's my turn at yer butthole." He then forced the entirely of his monster cock up the defenceless asshole, and Jim resumed screaming into the gag. "Take it slut!" Pausing a second, his huge dick buried balls deep in Jim's asshole, he glanced at me and commented "Hot hole... still sorta tight," adding the wry remark "for now." He then vigorously ploughed Jim who turned his face to me, tears streaking his face. I bent down and pretended to listen to him. I told the biker "He said he doesn't get fucked." Demonic lust contorted the biker's face. "That so? Lyin' slut. My dick too big for ya? Too bad." He rammed into Jim, who whimpered and quivered as the biker's trusts became brutal. "Ah'll just teach yer hole to open up an' like it. Ah'll fuckin' make it open up." I got hard watching him assault my victim's hole and my victim's fingers and toes reflexively curling and flexing. The old biker's stamina was incredible. He'd brutally plow Jim non-stop for ten minutes, slow down or stop for a few, his cock still lodged in Jim's ass, only to resume brutally plowing him. Some 45 minutes later he was still at it. He looked over at me and commented "Ah could do this all night, but Ah gotta be at work in a few hours." Grasping Jim's hips tighter, he launched into an assault far more rapid and brutal than the prior ones, his huge balls slapping loudly against Jim's butt. "Gettin' there, slut. Yer hole's wide open an' Ah'm about to blow. Ah yeah. Ah yeah, TAKE IT SLUT!" He threw his head back and bellowed, his monster cock buried to the hilt in Jim's ass. Wave after wave of orgasm wracked the biker as he came and came in Jim. Finally spent, he pulled back abruptly from Jim. "Fuck!" He looked at me. Damned good fuck." He began stuffing his softening cock and balls back in his jeans, the front of which were dark and damp with sweat, ass juices and various loads of cum in Jim's ass. He slapped Jim on the ass. "Hope ya liked that ... Ah sure did! Felt like Ah shot a gallon of cum up yer butthole." He opened the door, stepped out, then turned back with a really evil grin on his face. "By the way, all that hot seed Ah just shot in yer ass? t's dirty ... radioactive ... POZ." He laughed, slammed the door, and walked away. Jim began sobbing. My cock was once more rock hard.

I think I wrote about it on here, but years ago, I was in a sauna in Belgium. I agreed to go into a cabin with a guy. His demeanour suddenly changed and he began roughhousing me. That annoyed me so I went to leave the cabin. He wrestled with me until I was face down. But I was still much bigger than him and used my body weight to keep throwing him off me so he couldn't penetrate me. He put up an impressive fight but I was just too much for him. I was scared, but I remember telling him there was no way he was going to fuck me so just stop. He eventually threw in the towel and left. To this day, if a guy forces my head down on his dick or is any way aggressive towards me when I'm literally about to suck him or offer my ass to him, I get pissed off and go from horny to ready to fight. I may be bottom, but I am a man and if I say the party's over, it's over.

At the treasure chest in Portland maine. Duced into a booth with a really cute 30 something bear. Nice furry body, about 5'8", nice soft fur on his body and a nice tight round belly. His cock was about 7 in and straight as a poker. I started out on my knees sucking his cock it was a great cock to suck. Pushed it past the back of my throat. He moaned every time his cock popped past my throat.I backed off his cock to catch my breath and told him I would love it up my ass. He told me to stand up and turn around so I did. I spit on my hand lubed up my hole I only spit fuck. He worked his cock in at a nice pace. Pushing it in about a quarter then pulling it out pushing it in about a half. I hit the poppers hard. I love anonymous raw cock up my ass in the adult bookstore. He pushed all the way in and I felt it pop past my second sphincter. I moaned "oh fuck" and started talking dirty. He set a nice Pace sliding in and out of my hole. I moaned like a whore hitting the poppers. At one point I let him slip out and turned around and sucked his cock some more. I love atm. Sucking the dick that's been up my hole really turns me on. I stood again turned around and he plunged back into my hole. He picked up a fast pace. I begged him to breed me he shoved it really deep one last time and I felt his cock pulsing. I knew he was filling me with his seed. I didn't ask him about status. I just took his load. Another hot fuck at the treasure chest.

Hello, first I have to apologize in case the story is difficult to understand. I write the stories in German and have them translated by the Google translator, as I cannot speak or write and read English. Needless to say, this story is fictitious, as are people and places. The game got out of hand - Part 6 (I don't want to, do I?) "Look at Hussein, I think he can't wait to fuck you with his POZ cock as well. Is that what you want? ”Elias asked me. I want to? No actually not, it's wrong, I'm not gay, I'm straight! On the other hand, it felt so good inside me, the way the bare cock plowed in and out, the way the POZ spurted sperm into me, and flooded my guts. I didn't want this intense feeling to stop. I looked at Hussein, who was stroking his stiff, circumcised cock and had to think out loud, "I have to try what a circumcised cock feels like inside me, Elias his uncircumcised cock was great." Wait a minute, I not only thought it, but also said it! FUCK !!! I instinctively broke away from Elias and crawled over to Hussein on all fours and offered him my hole. Of course, Hussein didn't need any further prompting, he slipped completely into me within seconds, I could feel his pubic hair on my ass. There was a tickling sensation on my naturally hairless body. It felt incredibly cool how he fucked me hard and fast. "Come on bitch! Make Elias' POZ piston nice and clean! ”Hussein ordered me. I did but still didn't like a cock in my mouth, but since I was still getting fucked horny, I was so high on it that I took it without arguing. Hussein was getting more restless behind me, and his thrusts more erratic, he was short of cum when he asked me, “Where do you slut want my toxic babies? Tell me!" I screamed out of myself, “Put your toxic babies up my asshole! Make me pregnant! " That was it, I got the next load injected in 4 heavy bursts. I turned and put his cock in my mouth to clean it without being asked. Fabio stepped behind me with his PA cock and rubbed it on my now well-opened hole. It was a strange feeling with the metal, but I also pushed myself up that bar. He fucked me fast but not as hard as Hussein, I couldn't wait for him to shoot his load into me. After 15 minutes the time had come, and Fabio said calmly: "Ben, feel it, here comes my charge specially charged for you." I thanked him for the hot intense fuck, and cleaned his cock as a matter of course. So it went until 8 a.m. on Saturday morning. I let everyone come inside and cleaned the lout afterwards. I even licked up the leaking sperm from the floor. Matteo gave me a large black plug to insert into my hole, with instructions not to take it out before 8 p.m. Then he gave me my Adidas shoes and said: "You now have the choice, you can go home like this or you can earn another item of clothing the next night." Did I want to experience a night like that again? Should i go home Was it wrong to take semen? Questions upon questions ... ... will we find out 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.

It boggles my mind that anyone could think sex is about being "fair". Especially someone who posted elsewhere about how much trouble he has "giving up control", but apparently who has no problem taking that control away from other people. Fundamental rule of sex: consent can be withdrawn at any time. Anyone who doesn't honor that is a dick, and not the good kind.

Finally the guys in DC organized a bb party. With the pandemic it was over a year . Last Friday I went. there is a room where I laid on my stomach ass in the air. A young guy came in He looked young but they check id so I know he was legal. Without a word he slipped his long dick in me. After a while he sped up and I heard him groan as he came inside and he came again. When he did pull out my ass was dripping

I would love to wrap my hands around your faggot throat and strangle you unconscious while l pound your hole fuckboy. You ever get strangled with a belt and can you take an entire forearm up your ass?

This started just over 3 weeks ago. While walking my dog after work one afternoon in my usual outfit of denim shorts and a white wife-beater...met Mauro, maybe 50, Blatino, 6", a little heavier than me, maybe 195, dressed in snug blue jeans and ratty pullover, friendly guy, says he lives a few blocks from me. Mauro walks up to me and asks about my dog. Says he's seen me several times and wants to know if I'm married. Married? Hell no. I have enough trouble with the dog. We head back toward my place and he asks about my apt and the bldg. 96 yrs old and needs some work. He asks to see my apt. We go in, talk a while when he finally gets to the point ... he asks if I'm gay, says its hard to tell, Yes. Asks if I party .. Sometimes. More questions then I send him on his way, I get up at 4a for work and have too much to do. He says he'll drop-by sometime ... Just after 9:00 that night, someone is knocking at the back door. Late eve uninvited guests are rare and I would usually know when someone was dropping by anyway. I answer and it's Mauro from earlier. He's still in jeans but now also wearing a white wife-beater. He says he has some supplies. Okay, come on in for a minute... He drops his backpack on the living room floor. Pulls out a water bottle and a small towel. In the towel he has a loaded pipe and a small red torch. Have a seat. He says he borrowed some shit (his words!) from his friend and wanted to see if I liked it. We talk for a few minutes then he gives me the pipe and torch. Yeah, I'll try one hit then I'll try to direct him out. I light up and see that the pipe bowl has a couple large rocks in it. The torch melts the T in just seconds, massive clouds form. I take my hit and get filled very quick... massive cloud ... massive head rush ... gawd ... I try to hand it back to Manny but he asks if it's good and says to do one more hit. Damn T is very good, my head is already filling and I feel it really well ... I take another big hit ..., he sits in front of me rubbing his crotch .. is it good? Hell yeah. He just sits back and I take two more deep hits ... he asks if I have any plans tonight .. I pull off my shirt, shoes, then my shorts, no underwear ... he says to stand up. I stand.. he asks where the bedroom is. I say to stand up and drop the futon ... seem to be moving very slow ... he opens his jeans and his 7"dick flops out ... long thick uncut meat ... a lot of foreskin ... I drop and slowly take his dick full down my throat ... he grabs my head .. I bury my face in his pubes and swallow his meat.. still getting harder .... the damn thing reaches full size down my throat ... he groans and grinds into my face .... He pulls out, strips, gets on the bed and lies back. I lean over him and suck on his hard dick ... full sized and hard as a damn steel rod .. close to 1.5" of foreskin still hanging off the end. He reaches back behind me and begins to tease my ass ... just light probing and rubbing my hole ... I deep throat his meat as he humps up into me ... he's groaning and slowly getting more aggressive on my hole ... licking his fingers and working one deeper into me. Half hour of this .. sucking and ass tease .. He says to straddle his face ....I climb over him, he reaches up and he pulls me down to his face .. eats my ass slow .. just light tongue at first while I bury my face back into his crotch .. he slowly gets deeper into it and me ... tongue fucking my hole .. working a finger in then deep tongue again ... I sit up and move down onto his face .. he begins to feast on my ass... chewing and sucking on my now soggy hole .. he'spulling my hips down to get in deeper . I lean back down and get his rod full buried down my throat .. at least 8" of dark uncut meat .. sucking and chewing on his foreskin ... sucking on and licking his massive hairy balls and sack ... he's got a rubber cockring around his balls .. damn things must hang a good 6-7 inches from his crotch ... Another half hour ... he says he needs to get up .. I move off and stay down on my knees .. try to get my head clear a bit ... he moves behind me, pulls my ass up a little higher and drives his tongue back in ... he's grinding my ass ... chewing on my ass lips ... shoving his tongue in deep, running around my hole ... he spits on my asshole then drives his tongue back in several times .... I'm moaning like a fucking pig ... giving him as much access as I can... He pulls away, pulls my hips back and then I feel his foreskin at my now very wet sloppy hole. I reach under and push his foreskin back off the head, line up his dick on my asslips and back my ass onto his meat.... Pull my legs forward to get him as deep as I can ... I can feel every inch .. FUCK .... He gets into a rhythm and fucks me steady ... I grind back on his pubes ... his big balls swinging and slapping my balls and now T-dick. ... he gets me on my side, leg up .. deeper fuck ... I feel him hitting and the head passing through my 2nd ring .. he's groaning loud .... we're both are soaked with sweat ... his fucking feels so damn good .... he gets the pipe .. two more hits ... not me, buried in his fucking ... he pulls out, says leg cramp ... I roll on my back, he pushes my legs back ... he lines up and slides/slams in ... hard deep fuck now ... slamming into my ass .. I reach back and grab his ass, pulling him in deeper with each thrust ... he's groaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear outside ... I'm telling him to fuck me .... he groans "FUCK" once and slows down .. I feel his dick throbbing, pumping his load into me ... 7-8-9-10... shots... fuck ... Both soaked in sweat, he's raining sweat on me ... he leans down and bites my nipples hard .. he saw that I had been twisting and pulling on my tits ... ... long pause ... he pulls out slow ... I reach back and feel his dick and my hole soaked with cum .... I finger myself ... damn... filled with his seed ... he asks if I want to shit it out .. hell no .. no way in hell .. I'm keeping in me all damn night I ask, he says he's okay ... wiped out but feeling good. We get up, I walk him to the bathroom to shower. I go back to the living room, drop back on the floor and work my cum soaked hole, his massive cum load.. damn ... get up and grab a butt plug from the toy box. .. drop back onto the floor and work the plug in ..... don't want to lose any of the load ... I lie there with the plug in, notice he's come back from the bathroom, watching me ... says he'd fuck me again if he could ... likes the plug, says he has a couple toys I might like .. He dresses .. I get us some water ... he says that if I want, he can get a ball of the shit for me .. just text him ... says he wants to fuck my ass again .... says he'll be waiting for my text... says he can get anything I want ... I'm barely tuned-in .... loaded with T and cum ... flying... he lights again, hands pipe and torch to me, can barely hold steady, he holds and lights for me .. another big hit .... fucking good ..... Mauro gets his pack, I very slowly get to my feet and follow him out .. still naked ... too dark for anyone to notice though ... Very slowly managed to calm down ... breathing very rough and heart-rate very high but did get better. Damn potent stuff . Damn good shit!! Plug stayed in all night and most of the next day.... felt damn good ....

No means NO. No matter if you’re just starting and one changes their mind. Or if you’ve already started fucking, if either top or bottom says to STOP, or NO. And they stop consent... Going any further is rape, continuing is rape. And if it happens to me, you bet I’d be calling and reporting it.

Consent can be withdrawn at any time. What you're describing is rape

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.

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...?

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.

Being a CumDump for years now and loving it, I have many proud moments! My ultimate two load records are 43 in Mexico City over the course of 4 hours a few years back and 31 loads over 5 hours in LA. Most of the time when I get a cheap hotel room and position ass up it’s somewhere between 10 and 15 loads for the night. I have learned (at least for me) if I want to be a CumDump and take lots of loads, and service multiple cocks over the course of a night, it’s best if I organize it myself. I’ve never had much luck with other guys (tops) organizing an event for me. The other great place for me is the LA Slammer; go in on a weekend night, later, get naked and positioned on the fuckbench against the wall in the dark room...never disappoints.

No can be said at anytime as consent can be withdrawn anytime, to continue is RAPE.

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.”

Isn't this kinda cancel culturey, and is that considered woke? The dreary purist trends here in the US are censoruous and retrograde, though the pendulum inevitably swings both ways. Inoffensive sleaze seems like an oxymoron.

Videorecord it, spit in his face, call him a cocksucking faggot and have him tell the camera he's a cumthirsty faggot. And don't forget to piss down his throat and all over his face.

I’m sure that I replied to this but it disappeared. I think that is normal that you are thinking about a friend from another aspect. And I don’t think that you underestimate the value of the friendship. And totally understandable that you are horny as hell because COVID restrictions increase everybody’s sexual desires. In spring I almost scratched the wall. So nothing wrong with you. Nevertheless, you put an issue on the table and we discuss it. If your friend is open enough, you can talk about your desires in general (not towards him) and you will see his reaction. If it’s clearly closing you should let this thing go. If he seems open, you can step forward. But be very careful. And if he is in, later he would be able to regret the hole thing and then it is possible that he will blame you and maybe your friendship will be over. So, you should balance it.

Not necessarily, and I think it depends on the level of friendship. I've had lots of friends come and go over the years, too, but there are a handful - fewer than five - that have been friends for 25+ years even though some of them I don't see but once in five years these days. There's just a bond between me and each of these guys that I know will always be there and none of them are guys that I'd jeopardize that deep friendship over what could turn out to be forgettable sex. Now, more casual friends? Sure. There are some guys I consider friends - not close, but I would introduce them as "my friend John" - that I'd happily sleep with, and if it got weird afterward, I'd count that as an "oh well". But those, although not as rare as my closest friends, aren't that numerous either - the reason I'd hop in bed so readily is that they're physically exactly the type(s) I like.

well my favourite thing about getting fucked is just being used as a hot fuckhole connected to a hot body by a guy who just wants to get himself off and doesn't even think of me as a human being. but in regards to the actual act of getting fucked, my favourite part is when the guy pounding me gets extra hard and just blows his load inside me, then pulls out leaving my hole gaped and dripping fresh hot cum, then the next guy easily slides his hard cock into me and immediately stars pounding my pussy like he's raping me. thats when I really feel like a community cumdumpster, specially when the man who just came in me walks away without saying anything to me, like he's done with me and maybe a little disgusted by what a fucking whore I am

I’m pnwbb on telegram...

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

If anyone gets wind of a bb party, I would bring my married ass and welcome loads no questions asked. levonprine@yahoo.com

About two nights ago, my man and I were super horned up so we decided to go to a bookstore to suck some cock. We get there and there’s only a few cars but we decide why not. This particular one has a hall of individual rooms with gloryholes, and two different communal style video rooms. We head to the room that plays gay porn and find a guy there stroking through his jeans. We sit down and just start enjoying the porn with him. a bit later, an older gentleman comes in and stands over us. Eventually, this newcomer drops his pants and shows off his beer can cock. He obviously wants us so we invite him over and we start taking turns sucking him. He’s massive - I’m talking about the size of a can, but much longer. Suddenly the guy pulls his cheeks apart and asks us to fuck him. We get him to lay down on the couch, legs in the air. And my man just goes for it - slides in easy with just a little spit. No thought of a condom. He fucks him for a while, all while i and the first guy watch and stroke. My man pulls out, not cummed yet, and says “you’re turn. And you don’t need spit”. i walk up and slide into this mans hole and I see what he means - it’s wrecked and there’s obviously other loads swimming in his cunt. And it turns me on even more. I start pounding, long slow strokes while he keeps asking me to pound him with my 8inch dick. So I do just that - I start railing him until I cum, adding my load to his used hole. I slide out and my man is back in him in a flash, pounding him hard and fast, with no mercy. He finally grunts loudly and cums in him, depositing his seed. Catches his breath still balls deep in his hole, and slides out. Then the bottom, like a good faggotC sucks is both to clean us off. we left, satisfied but wondering how many loads he may have had swimming inside of him before we got to him.

Love group/3ways. It's been a long while. The buds that host have held back. I need it bad.

I miss that bench, and Slammer!

Away and irrelevant, imo. In a jockstrap or even better in chastity.

I’m too tired to read all the comments thoroughly, so mine can be redundant. I have many attractive friends who are surely or supposedly straight. I would lie if I’d say that I never played with the thought what if we could have sex. Once, one of my besties was drunk and we were in the same bed. He was extremely horny and began to hint what would be if I suck him. I was eager trying his cock. Or only to see his hardon. I ruminated on what this would cause in our friendship. And I decided to refuse him. Next day he met a girl who was a big love of him. We gays hate if straight people try to push us into women. If they make questionable our orientation. Why do we want to push straight guys into men? On the other hand, I have gay friends who are also attractive. And we have never had sex. Because friendship is more valuable than a quick sex. If you already read my comments you must know that I’m hypersexual and sex is one of the most important things in my life. I’m not picky, hardly can be found man I refuse. Because to find a good sex is not a big deal but find a real friend. So I never risk friendship for a quick adventure. And in that unexpected case if in this purely friendly relationship is something more it will be clear sooner or later.

As an addendum… Based on the content of this thread New Members and Junior Members seem to be a problem. So I've changed the limitations - New Members can now only make a maximum of 3 posts per day (down from 5), and Junior members can now only make 5 posts per day (down from 8). Junior members are now also limited to 3 reactions per day (down from 8). Senior Members - please use your ability to down vote liberally. When you see something that bothers you - down vote the post. Doing so will make it much more difficult for those members to progress to higher levels of membership. This site has a history of having a really wonderful, supportive culture - please don't let newcomers destroy that culture. (I really miss @bearbandit - he embodied the kind of wonderful, supportive, kinky spirit that I'm talking about.) This change will bother people who don't belong here, and not bother the people who do belong here.

@rawTOP, you’re getting a lot of shit for this. Much more than I thought you would. For reasons I haven’t the time or inclination to go into right now (I might at a later date), I want you to know that I for one broadly support your move, and I’m sure many other ‘silent’ users of this site do too. At great personal cost to yourself in terms of both time and effort, you have created a wonderful free space that has been enjoyed by many, many people over the last decade, and you have EVERY right to nudge it in whatever direction you please. I hope you will not be discouraged in your vision by some of the comments you have received in this thread: keep up the good work!

The guy was obviously drunk. He bumped into me at the bar then started a somewhat slurred conversation about how bars were not as fun as they used to be. I agreed. Then he asked me if he could fuck me in the back of the bar. Without hesitation I said, “Sure”. His head snapped up in surprise. He was at least 20 years older than me and not particularly attractive. He probably got refused constantly. I was not only horny but curious. I always wonder what kind of dick a man has, how thick, what does it taste like, is he heavy shooter? You never know and I have endured a lot of bullshit from men just to find out what their cocks feel like. Plus he had been drinking Greyhounds and I was enjoying the smell of his fruity breath. I downed my drink and then removing his from his hand finished that also. I wanted him to be able to get it up. Grabbing his arm I pulled him into the dark of the back room. He laughed and pulled me close pushing his grapefruit flavored tongue into my mouth. We slobbered and humped each other, me trying to detect signs of life at his crotch. I was not interested in wasting my time with a limp dicked drunk. His body was firm and strong. I tried resisting when he ordered me to suck his cock and pushed me down on my knees. Okay I did not resist that hard, just trying to find out how drunk he was. I yanked his zipper down, no underwear, and helped myself to his meat: a couple inches of flaccid dick. Hmm. Not to despair, some guys can really surprise you. I went to work. It was a long haul made endurable when I glanced a couple guys watching the action. One only sipped a beer but the other had his cock out and was slowly beating off. I discovered my man really responded to having his nuts pulled and sucked. After that his dick was hard in no time. It was a respectable piece, uncut and leaky with delicious pre-cum. I was about to offer up my hole when he pre-empted my thought by ordering me to, “Get up and show me your faggot ass.” I promptly stood and dropped trou. I was already lubed. He quickly pushed his cock into me and we both sighed with pleasure. “You like my raw cock in your guts,” he questioned me, grabbing my hips and pulling me hard onto his rampant cock. “You know I do,” I groaned. “Fuck me.” I ordered. The masterbater edged closer. He had a glazed look in his eye and I wondered which one of us he envied. I motioned him closer. He moved cautiously and I kept waving him closer until his cockhead bumped my forehead leaving a snail trail of pre-cum. I thought he might retreat when I turned my head to take him into my mouth but instead he surged forward impaling me on his meat. Taking my head in both head he face fucked me timing it so I could catch a breath once in a while. The guy in my ass was a talker. With a lot of 'fuck yeahs' and stuff like 'eat that cock' he encouraged me to take it and the other to give it. I was in cockhound heaven. The guy in my mouth was obviously getting close. He begged the guy in my ass to trade places with him so he could dump his load in my hole. I was eager for that and happily my fucker quickly relinquished my ass saying “Breed the bitch”. My holes were soon refilled. The fucking was manic and filled with the sounds of his moans and our balls slapping together. He came with a rumbly sort of moan, his body shaking hard and his cock pulsing out squirt after squirt of his sperm. “Oh god that is so fucking hot,” the guy in my mouth intoned. The fuckers cock went limp fast and my original fucker moved to fuck me again but he was pushed aside by the guy was had until now only watched the scene. “I gotta fuck that seeded hole,” he growled pushing down his jeans. His cock was rock hard and sprang out of its confinement like something alive. He was a dark bearded man with steely unreadable eyes. Without another word his sank his cock into my well used hole and I clenched my ass in pain. He was thick and I was not prepared for his girth. He ignored my yelp and preceded to fuck the holy hell out of me. My drunk was apparently delighted with the situation. He ordered me to suck his balls and went on to cheer my latest fucker on. He wanted my hole good and wet with loads. At this point I was so turned on I knew if I touched my dick I would shoot so I confined my actions to my nuts, pulling and massaging them as surrogates to my meat. My fucker was slamming me so hard it was difficult to maintain my balance much less suck balls without accidentally scraping teeth so drunk guy replaced his nuts with his cock. My nose was pressed into his pubes and he held me by the shoulders to steady me so I could take the hard driving fuck the other guy was delivering. Luckily I can hold my breath for a very long time. I enjoyed the feel of is hard cock filling my throat and the lack of oxygen sent me into a light euphoria. I was nothing but a receptacle for cock and loads. I was about to get my second load for the night. With a gargantuan lunge and a grip I was sure would leave bruises the man shot his load. He continued to pound me hard and he swore like a sailor, a series of swear words without any real content or meaning. And then just like that he was gone, pulled out and walked away, tucking himself back in and strolled out of the bar. “That was so fucking hot,” the drunk said as he guided his cock back into my hole. “Oh shit, you are so hot and slick and hot, so hot.” Still drunk I thought. He fucked me leisurely recounting the two breedings he had witnessed. “I think I am I love with you,” he said and giggled. “Fucking cumdump whore faggot cumhole. Jesus Christ I want to see the whole bar fuck your slut hole.” Yes, yes, yes,” I agreed. He did not last much longer dumping his load into me with a long drawn out sigh and rather tender thrusts. “God damn that was the best fuck ever.” I was busy shooting my load onto the filthy floor. I couldn't completely agree but it was a fine little gangbang and I was supremely happy. I turned to tongue lube and cum off the guys half hard cock. When I stood he gazed at me with a happy satisfied smile. I went to tuck his business back in his pants but he stopped me saying to leave it out he had to piss. With a lingering kiss he pulled away and staggered to the bathroom. I pulled up my pants and went back to the bar for another beer and hopefully more cock. My hole was warmed up and loaded and ready for any hard-on that looked my way.

I really can't believe what I'm reading. I understand that some policies must be in place to protect the site and it's community. This is your site and you can do whatever you want with but I think you are making a mistake. Choosing to get infected with HIV is not something a mentally stable person would ever choose. This site serves many purposes, some that are helpful to the community, and some that allow people to explore the darker side of life. Banning STDs and AIDs fetishes will only drive people away from this site. If you really want to protect the community, then close the backroom. Otherwise, you are only being a judgmental hypocrite. The world is a scary stressful place and it is only natural that there would be an increase in self-destructive behavior. Please embrace the idea of harm reduction by giving people a place to explore fantasies while only getting involved when someone goes outside what is legally acceptable or is directly affecting someone in the community. If you continue to restrict this site, people will just go somewhere else and this site will go the way so many other sites have gone. Already I have seen the number of new story posts drop. This feels exactly like tumblr banning porn and pornhub banning amatuer content. You can't save the world through censorship.

I appreciate checking suicidal ideation but I find some hot fantasy stories on this site that involve STIs which can be cured with treatment. I am a total slut and this site allows me a community where nobody judges me for ending up with STIs after a hedonistic evening of gluttony at my local bathhouse. That lack of judgment for risky sex illuminates the fantasy fiction found here and I fear your new STI ban perpetuates the stigma and leaves me feeling judged. If we want to discourage self-destruction, why allow irreversible castration talk of any sort while condemning STI fantasy fiction? I love this site and intend to stick around to see how this plays out, but remain concerned we’ve reached the beginning of the end of what makes the Backroom unique.

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.

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

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to) Gilbertbttm Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 4802562205 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): 85295 Times you're generally not available: Free weekdays 10am till 5pm Age: 55 Height: 6ft Weight: 195lbs Ethnicity: White

How much could you afford? Might be interested in a roommate or getting a place with someone

Really hot discussion! Depending on the cocksucker and the mood, I either like to slap or to caress. I'm uncut and thick (though totally average in length), and really need sustained, deep sucking. Sometimes, placing my hand gently on the guy's cheek motivates him. Even if he's a stranger I'll never see again, I find that making a connection enhances the blowjob. With some guys, being rough establishes that connection, and with others, being gentle does. Sometimes, it's hot to do both, starting off gentle and then slapping him once I know he's into it, or slapping him to let him know why he's there, and then rewarding him with some intimacy once he's shown that he can suck uncut cock properly. I remember a particular blowjob from when I was on a business trip to Ottawa, Canada. It's a civil service town with some deeply repressed people. (In California, Sacramento feels similar. I'm not sure about DC, as I haven't spent much time there.) The glory hole in the video booth was medium-size, i.e., not one of those holes where there's just enough room for the shaft of your dick. The guy sucking me was a civil servant type, in slacks and a button-down shirt. The blowjob was getting good. I reached my hand through the side of the glory hole. I could tell he was scared, as if I intended to hurt him. Instead, I caressed his face, and he really go into it, gulping my load down a minute later. If I could replay this today, I probably would slap his face the first time, just to give him an adrenaline rush.

would love to take a load or two in the ass from @starboy and @dirtyfuckboy. load me up and pass those strains !

10. JP "He's a hottie," Jon said, as we walked towards the kitchen. We knew each other well enough that I barely had to reply. "Yeah," I grunted. My cock bounced in time with our strides. It was enough to elicit that a slight hardening of my shaft. "Glad you found him. Glad he came over for the weekend." "Glad we are pozzing him up?" Jon asked. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him checking out my dick. In just a few steps and almost fewer words, it had grown from something soft to full mast, a long, hard erect symbol of my masculinity and power. "Hell yeah," I said. We had reached the kitchen. "Keep the favors for tomorrow?" I asked. "Yeah, I think so." Jon grabbed a vape pen. It was filled with a cannabis cartridge. It would be enough for tonight. He did a long hit, then handed the pen to me. Not until I finished my drag did he exhale a thick cloud. "Damn. This is good. My man. Some pot. Our boy." I exhaled. "And another boy. And no rubbers." Jon nodded. We were silent for a minute, feeling the thick vape hit our blood stream. I thought I heard the bed rocking a bit in the distance, the two boys already hard at work fucking. Jon finally broke the stillness. He stepped over to the counter, and grabbed Seth's gym bag. "Want to get Seth properly prepared for the weekend?" "Hell yeah," I said. "It's in there?" Jon put the bag on the counter and unzipped it. Right at the top of the bag was the familiar white bottle with yellow stripes. "Yeah," Jon said. "Right there." He pulled the bottle out, and opened it. "Seal already broken." "He's making it easy for us," I said. Jon leaned in and kissed me. "Of course he is," Jon said. "He knows what he wants." "Maybe you just know what you want?" I asked. "What we want," Jon said. "What we all want." "Very true," I said. "Take his bag back to the bedroom?" Jon asked. "I need to get something from the study." "Of course," I said, taking the bag from Jon. He had showed me the sugar pills he had ordered a few days ago. They were nearly perfect matches for the blue pills that Seth had gotten just earlier today. The young man would never be able to tell the difference between the two, even if he knew what he was looking for. In addition to the bag, I also grabbed the vape pen. The night was still young, and there was going to be much more play tonight. As Jon went to the study, I went back to the bedroom. I took a quick peek at Cal and Seth; Seth's leg's were resting on Cal's shoulders and Cal's cock was buried deep in Seth's hole. In the bathroom, I put Seth's bag down, and pulled out the bottle of Truvada. I placed it on the counter, waiting for Jon to come back with the placebos. Unlike the bedroom or the post-sunset kitchen, the bathroom was brightly and unforgivingly lit. The harsh light seemed to accentuate every bit of grey hair on my body, from the sparse flecks on my head, to the thick salt and pepper of my goatee, to the rare few in my pubes. It was vain of me, but I stared at my chest in the mirror. In my youth, it was a thick, dark mat of hair. But, in my sixth decade, the grey had started to assert itself. Cal called me his silver-chest; it was supposed to be a term of endearment, but there was that nagging fear of the mortality the grey hair represented. "So fucking hot," Jon said, coming up behind me. He ran his hand through my chest hair, pulling me close to him. His cock nestled in my ass, semi-hard. "So fucking beautiful," he continued. "Thanks," I said. I craned my head back and gave him a long kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth, before I pushed it back to explore his mouth with my tongue. "This is nice," I finally said, interrupting out make out session. "But there is a task we must do." "You want to do the honors?" Jon asked. He picked up the bottle from the counter and handed it to me. "How many you think?" I asked. "Eighteen," Jon said. "Same as his age." I stepped to the toilet, opening up the Truvada bottle. Quietly to myself, I began to count one pill at a time out, dropping each one into the toilet. At the same time, Jon was counting out pills from the plastic bag. "One," we began, just loud enough that the other could hear. "Two," we continued, counting slowly and steadily until we reached eighteen. I flushed the toilet. The pills swirled around and then disappeared. It was a signal moment in the events of the weekend; Jon and I had moved beyond a simple pozzing, and were now actually stealthing Seth. Making it even better, there would be no way that he would ever be able to figure out what we had done. I stepped behind Jon and handed him the nearly empty bottle of Truvada. The few pills that remained would make this betrayal even worse for Seth. Far from having a strong shield against the virus, he would have just enough drugs in his bloodstream to produce a drug-resistant strain. He'd go from merely infected to full-blown faster than most. As I stood behind Jon, my bathrobe fell open, and my dick fell out. It was now stiff. I had barely noticed it growing while I was counting out the pills. But it had grown, and was now sticking out and up with a bead of pre-cum nestled at the tip. I nestled my dick against Jon's crack. "Someone is getting turned on," Jon said. "Yeah," I said. Jon's phallus was also erect. "But I'm not the only one." "Your cock feels good," Jon said. He rubbed his ass against me. I thought I could feel the heat from his hole. In the excitement of Seth's hole, I had forgotten about the familiar pleasures of my husband's hole. "Really good." "I got my latest labs back today," I whispered into his ear. "And?" Jon asked. He reached up, and pushed the robe off of him. There was nothing between us any longer. "How's my boo?" "VL's higher. 1.4M." "T-cell?" Jon pushed back against my cock. I could tell he wanted me inside of him. "Lower. 600." "That's..." Jon trailed off. He didn't have to say anything more. "Yeah. Close to full-blown." He pressed against me again, and turned his head to kiss me. We were quiet for a moment, letting our entwined tongues do the speaking. "I love you," he finally said. "I love you too. How do you feel?" "About It?" The virus. The It. It ruled our lives in so many fundamental ways. There was no question that It deserved the god-like honorific of capitalization. "Yeah." "Scared. Nervous. Excited." Even if Jon was scared, his ass had already decided what it wanted. We had shifted position just enough so that my dickhead was pressed up against his hole. "It was bound to happen." "Yeah," I said. "Just not sure it was supposed to be this soon." Jon was pressing back against me, trying to get my cock inside of him. "Need something? "You. Your load. Your toxic, infected, dirty cum," Jon answered. My dick was throbbing. It was hard to deny my man what he wanted so badly. "I know," I said. "There will be plenty of time for that later." I gave him a kiss. "But for now, let's focus on Seth." There was another kiss, this time longer. "Is Cal still off meds?" I asked. Cal and Jon were the ones that kept track of the health of the family. "Yeah," Jon said. "Seth's getting double-barreled." "You know," I replied. "He deserves more. He should be getting triple-barreled." I reached around and grabbed Jon's dick. It was thick and heavy, full of blood and sperm. I could feel the dull throb of the virus, sleeping in a drug-induced coma, but ready to be re-awakened, ready to unleash its deadly anger on an unsuspecting young man. Jon's cock jumped in my hands as he realized what I was telling him. "You think?" Jon asked. "Yeah," I said. I spun him around so that he was facing me. Our cocks knocked against each other, like two steel bars hitting. "You owe this small thing to Seth, don't you?" "All three of us?" Jon asked. "At once?" "Of course." I had been the one who had stopped drugs first in our family. It had been for a project a few months ago, a young go-go dancer we had met online. The boy had been so entranced with the drugs we were providing that I am not sure he ever really noticed that every time Miss Tina came around, the condoms mysteriously disappeared. Cal had been the second one to stop drugs. It was much harder for him. He had been poz for only a few years, and had never stopped his meds before. It had been a fight, but eventually, we had convinced Cal of how important it was to help spread the infection. That night had been a special night for all of us; Cal was crying, terrified of getting sick, even as he was begging me to pump him full of my infected poz cum. A few weeks later, Cal's blood work proved that the meds had left his system, and his virus was once more ascendant. Three weeks after that, another young man tested positive for HIV. It seemed only natural that Jon would join us, especially for a project as important as Seth. "You're the odd one out. Still medicated, unable to reach your full potential." "It seems like the right thing to do," Jon said. "Helping Seth." "Doing it together," I said. "As a family." "You like him," "Yeah," I said. "I do." "I'm glad. We should keep him. You should make him your boy." "You serious?" I asked. "Of course," Jon replied. "You smile when you talk about him. Your dick gets hard when you talk about him." From the other room, there was another moan of pleasure from Seth. "And it seems like he and Cal are getting along just fine." "I want him," I said. "I want to breed him." "Yeah?" Jon asked. "There's something about Seth. I want to to simultaneously take him in my arms and protect him, even while my AIDS cock is nestled deep in his bare hole." "Dripping your high viral load poz cum into his defenseless hole?" Jon was probing me, seeing what triggered me tonight. The idea of my dick inside of Seth was already enough to get me hard. The idea of pozzing him was making me drip. "Yeah," Jon said, staring down at the bead of pre-cum that was forming at the tip of my dick. "Just like that. Dripping into him." "Yeah. I do." I had a moment's guilt, wondering if getting infected was really Seth's desire. But it didn't matter. I had done it so many times. I had done it to Jon. I had done it to Cal. I had done it to too many anonymous, hungry me. Seth was just one more. "I want to breed him. I want him to be mine. "Make him your boy. Make him your infected poz boy," Jon said. "I want you to. Cal will want you to." He reached down and grabbed my cock. "Even if you don't know yet, your cock knows what it wants." "We'll talk more," I said. "But there's something we need to do first." I turned Jon back around, facing the bathroom counter. "It's time to help Seth in this process." Together, we scooped up the pills that Jon had counted out, and put them in Seth's bottle. It took only a few seconds, then we put the cap back on. Jon shook it, making sure the real and fake were mixed up. Each morning Seth took a pill, he had an even chance of taking a harmless, useless placebo. "You going to remind him to take his drugs in the morning?" Jon asked me. "Why?" "That's my man," Jon said. "The man that infected me." "Lost track of how many I have infected," I said. In order to make the numbers balance out, I had to infect two men before I died. I had stopped counting when I did ten times that. I had barely met Jon, and since then, our pace had only picked up. "Seth will be just one more," Jon said. We were briefly interrupted by another loud moan from the bedroom. It was a deep moan, but from a young man. It was clearly Seth, clearly unable to process what Cal was doing to him. "Put him out of his misery, Cal," Jon said. "Give him what he needs." Much more quietly, so that only the two of us could hear, Jon continued. "Give him AIDS." "Right on," I answered Jon, loud enough for the boys to hear in the other room. "Infect him," I said, but this time it was for Jon's ears only. We were quiet for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of our boy fucking another man. "Fucking hot," Jon said. "Yeah," I said. "Listening to our boy breed." "Spreading his seed." There was a visceral grunt from the bedroom. We had both heard it so many times before. It was the sound of Cal reaching orgasm. His seed was shooting out of his cock, right into Seth's pure, innocent hole. "Fill Seth up. Knock him up with your sperm," Jon called out. "Should we join them?" I asked. We had done what needed to be done in the bathroom, and if Cal was like any other horny college boy, he was going to need another dick in him soon. "Sure," Jon said. He carefully hid the bag of fake Truvada in a drawer, before pulling on the bathrobe he had let fall earlier. He didn't bother trying to close the front. He knew it was an exercise in pointlessness; his erection would stick out no matter what. "Who should get him next?" he asked. I didn't bother to answer the question. I grabbed his hand, and together, we walked out to the bedroom. On the bed, Seth was on his back, his legs nearly tucked behind his ears, as Cal's young cock was still buried deep in Seth's hole. "You take care of the boy, boy?" I asked. Seth answered. "Yeah," he said. "He did." He reached down and grabbed his cock. It was painfully stiff; his balls swollen with unreleased cum. "But, when is it my turn?" "Your turn boy? Your turn?" Jon asked. "What makes you think it's your turn?" Jon's cock was bouncing up and down in front of him. Despite all the loads Jon had already injected into Seth, Jon was aching to make another deposit. "Relax," I said. "You can last long enough for a horny teenaged boy to get off. How long will it take?" "Too long," Jon said, but he was laughing. "So, Seth. Who do you want to take your load?" I asked. I didn't know who Seth was going to choose. Worse, I didn't know who I wanted him to choose. Part of me wanted to take his load, but I also wanted to see Jon take it. Even after all these years, there was something intensely arousing about seeing my husband get fucked and taking a load. But that would mean I wouldn't get to feel his hard shaft slide up into my hole. Nor would I get to feel his eager thrusts, pushing himself inevitably to orgasm. I also wanted to see Cal take his load. I wanted to watch the two men revel in the youthful perfection of their bodies, exploiting the pleasure each of them brought the other. "I want to know as well," Cal said. Cal's dick was still in Seth's hole, but that hardly satiated his lust for hard cock fucking him. "Fuck," Seth said, as the full meaning of my question hit him. "I don't want to choose." "But you have to," Jon said. "If I have to," he said, and paused for a moment. He opened his mouth once, but closed it again without saying anything. Then he opened again. "JP," he said. I want to cum in him first." "Me?" I stammered. I had thought through scenarios of Jon, the one who had first planted all these seeds in his head, and also planted the first seed in his hole. Or I had thought of scenarios with Cal, the one who was so close to him in age, attitude, and horniness. But somehow, I had forgotten about anything that involved myself. But yet, it was me who Seth had selected. He had barely hesitated when he had selected me. "Yeah," Jon said. He was smiling at me, happy that I had been choosen. "You." "Well," I said. "If it is my turn, it is my turn." I got on to the bed, and lay down next to Seth. The boy turn to me, and we began to kiss. "Are you ready?" I asked him. "Of course I'm ready," Seth said. I looked down. His cock was sticking straight up with a drop of pre-cum at the tip. "I've been ready." Cal was slowly pulling his cock out from Seth's hole; each ridge and vein made Seth's dick throb with pleasure. "And you?" "Of course," I said. It was hardly the first time I had been fucked. It was hardly the first time I had been fucked this week. Although we had our preferences, my family was a versatile one, ready to lend a dick or a hole as it was needed. I reached down and wrapped my hand around Seth's cock. It was fatter than I expected, harder than I realized. It was good that Jon had been the last man to fuck me. His cock was a bit longer, but not as thick. Anything less, and I would have to take back my assertion of readiness. "Damn, that's bigger than it looks." "You'll take it," Jon said. His tone of voice was the perfect blend of a statement of fact and a command. Of course, I would take it. It was just a matter of how much lube would be needed or how many hits from the brown bottle I would take. "And I'm going to watch." Cal had finally pulled himself out of Seth's hole, and moved to the side. Seth took the opportunity to move himself between my legs. I grabbed my ankles and spread my legs for him, offering up my tight hole for his pleasure. "Fuck, that's what I want to see," Seth said. "Fucking hot man, offering up his hole." "Raw hole," I said. "Never gonna use a rubber again." Seth smiled and poured some lube on his cock. He quickly rubbed it across the full length and girth of his shaft, getting it shiny with the slippery oil. Jon handed me a bottle of poppers. I unscrewed the cap and inhaled greedily. Just as I was switching nostrils, Seth pressed the tip of his dick against my hole. "Gonna go all the way in." "Do it," Cal said. "He can take it." "Of course he can," Seth said. He took the brown bottle from me and held it under his nose. He took a hit and switched nostrils like an old hand. He was going to look so hot smoking a glass pipe. He handed the bottle back to me. "Oh damn," he grunted as the poppers began to take effect. "Fuck," he moaned, as he pressed his dick against my hole. "Fuck," I grunted, as his cockhead pushed into my body. His dick was just as thick as it looked. I had to force myself to relax; at least the weed and poppers made that easy, as Seth's shaft pressed into me. "Oh god," I said, as I tried to accommodate his meaty tool. "You've got this," Seth said. I started into his blue-green eyes, trying not to think about anything other than his cock in my hole. From long experience, it was better to grab the bull by its horns and give myself over to getting fucked than trying to distract myself from what my body was enduring. As I forced myself to accept Seth's tool, it became easier to feel the pleasure in getting fucked. "Oh damn," I grunted. "Your cock." I exhaled, possibly for the first time since I had hit the poppers. The warm waves of pure carnal lust radiated out from my dick and went directly to my ass. I finally relaxed, and Seth's dick slid the rest of the way into me. "Fucking hard cock." "Fucking hot ass," Seth said. He pulled his cock out, just enough to torment me with the idea of no cock at all. "Fucking HOT ASS," he slurred, slamming his dick back into me. He leaned over me, his face only inches from mine. "Hot, hot ass," he said. His breath was warm. "Fucking hard dick," I said. Seth was slowly finding his rhythm. Every time his dick hit a sensitive spot, bolts of pleasure and pain shot through my body. "Oh, damn," Seth moaned as he hit another sensitive spot. "The way your ass milks my dick." He hit another spot, and I clenched down, trying to work through the sudden pain. "Fucking milking me," he repeated. Our faces were barely an inch apart. He was staring at me, his eyes dilated in pleasure. "Fucking hard dick," I finally managed to say, not wanting to ruin the pleasure he was feeling. Every time he hit a sensitive spot, his dick throbbed and some pre-cum leaked out into me. "Hot boy fucking me hard." I grabbed the back of his head, and pulled his lips against mine. Seth needed no additional instructions. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and explored every part of it. What he lacked in kissing experience he more than made up with enthusiasm. I tried to force my tongue into his mouth, but he pushed it away. "No," he said. "It's my turn now." He pushed his dick back into me. It was a small display of dominance, but the men around me were experienced. They saw it for exactly what it was. "Boy's getting cocky," Cal said. "Fucking hard boy dick," I said. Seth slammed back into me. "Pounding me deep." "Hot damn daddy hole," Seth said, before sticking his tongue back into me. He ran his hand over my chest, running my chest hair through his fingers. "Goddamned hot daddy hole," he repeated himself. Although big, his cock was perfectly shaped and it was easy to get comfortable. I quick got acclimated to the thick shaft of man meat pushing its way deeper into me. "Fucking hot boy cock," I murmured between our kisses. "Fucking pound me." I kissed him again. "Slam it into me, my fucking hot boy." I didn't intend to say that. "Feels so good inside me, my boy." I really didn't intend to double down on it, but I was powerless. I wondered if Seth would even notice it. "Fuck yeah, Daddy." He had noticed. His cock had gotten hard and the pre-cum had gone from a slow drip to a steady stream. "I'm going to cum in you Daddy. Breed that hot butt of yours." "Do it, boy. Cum in me. Breed me good." His cock was slamming in and out of me, eagerly exploring my hole, and loving every sensation of being inside another man. The pre-cum was leaking from him, and it wouldn't take much for his dick to explode. "Cum in me, boy," I said. He pressed his lips against me, and slammed his cock balls-deep into my hole. I reached down and grabbed his muscular butt and pulled him deeper into me. My fingers quickly found his hole, and gently teased him. "Oh fuck, Daddy. I'm cumming," he said. His was barely able to contain his energy, and his whole body began to spasm as his balls started to pump their accumulated load into me. "Come on boy. Do it. Shoot your load into me. Mark me." From the very first spurt, it was obvious that Seth was shooting boy seed. It was watery and weak, capable of only impregnating a woman. It would have no effect against a man like me. But tonight, it didn't matter. What was important was that he had cum inside of me and that we were now fluid bonded. No matter what happened, we would always have that connection. "Oh fuck Daddy," Seth grunted. His hips continued to buck wildly as his balls pumped more and more of his sweet, innocent boy cum into me. "I'm cumming in you." "Come on boy. Breed me." Jon and Cal were kneeling on the bed around the two of us, both of them stroking their hard cocks, Their balls were filled with a real man's semen: thick, potent, powerful, and deadly. I stuck a finger into his hole. "Oh fuck," Seth grunted in response, and his dick throbbed again. Another spurt of his cum landed in my hole. "Feels so fucking good. You playing with my hole. Me cumming in you." "I know, boy. No need for any of this to stop." My own dick was just as hard as Seth's. In one night, Jon, Cal, and I had taken down the armor that Seth had put on. We had taught him how the physical protection denied him the true pleasure of man-on-man fucking, and he no longer needed the shield that the rubbers provided. We had also sabotaged the chemical weapons he had to protect himself. Of course, he would continue to use them, but the placebos would provide no security, and the rare functioning pill would be worse than useless, actively helping to breed resistance in the virus we were gifting you. "No need for it to stop at all," Jon said. Seth and I turn to see him playing with his hard cock. "Ready for another load?"

I would love to do a threeway with Tim Skyler topping me! He is so fucking sexy!

I had just settled in to my new place, was surfing on line to see what I could scare up. This hot older guy, Jeff, hit me up and asked what I was looking for. I told him I was looking for some fun since I was new to town. We chatted back and forth, stats (Jeff was packing 10 and his bud was packing 9), pix, into's and of course we agreed that no condoms were to be used (the only way I fuck). He asked me if I partied. Now I was this suburban kid who was new in the big city. I was not innocent by any means, but to me partying was drinking and smoking some weed, so I told him fuck yea I party. He told me that he and a bud were partying at his place and I should come on over. He gave me directions and I was out the door. It turned out that he did not live that far from me and in 15 minutes I was at his door. He answered the door already naked and I could see that his body was better then what I saw in his pix. I entered and saw his buddy, Tom, sitting naked on the couch smoking a pipe (thought he was smoking weed) and there was porn on the TV. Tom also had a decent body, looked older then Jeff, but he had a nice dick and a killer ass. He asked if I wanted something to drink and I asked if he had a beer. He brought me a beer and we chatted some more and as I drank the beer I they passed the pipe around. I took a hit of it and knew it wasn't weed. I must have had a funny look on my face and said this is strange weed. They both laughed and let me know that it was actually Tina. I simply said tina, what is tina? They then told me that Tina was crystal meth. I told them I had never done meth before, but I did like the feeling I was getting, very horny and wow! As I drank my beer I started to feel a little groggy. That's when they started to get me undressed and helped me into the back bedroom where there was a sling. Jeff lifted me into the sling and then he got down between my legs and started to rim my ass so well. I was moaning in no time. Tom took hit from the pipe then kissed me, breathing the smoke deep into my lungs and not letting up until I breather back into his mouth, back and forth several times we did this as Jeff rimmed and fingered my hole. As he fingered me I felt a little burning (I now know he was giving me a booty bump). Man was it all hitting me. To this point in my life the most I had ever done was weed, but this high was better. I was looking up at Jeff as he slid his cock in me all the way in one shot. I've never had that happen to me before. Usually the guy fucking me needed to work it in since I have always been tight to start out with, but something had my ass hungry and wanting his cock. Jeff said he didn't want me stroking my dick as I got fucked and they took my wrists and tied them up to the chains holding the sling up. Tom then disappeared as Jeff began to fuck me. When Tom returned he had something in his hand that I could not tell what it was. He looked at me and asked if I like the high I was feeling already. I said fuck yeah, I was loving it. I then could see that he had a needle filled with only he (and probably Jeff) knew. He said hold still and I did, I just went with it. I felt the stick, saw him draw a little blood back and he pushed what ever it was into my arm. I felt a warmth over my entire body and I coughed really hard. Tom gave me some water to drink and I was flying. They then told me that I was given a slam of tina. I loved the feeling I was getting. All I could say was fuck, damn, fuck, damn. Jeff stopped fucking me and Tom put a needle to his arm. Jeff coughed, drank a little bit of water and start to pound my hole without mercy. I started to beg for moan and beg for him to fuck me harder. Tom then did his own and he leaned his head back and came over and kissed me as Jeff pounded my hole. Jeff and Tom looked at me and commented how hard and dripping my cock was. Jeff asked Tom how much he gave me and Tom said point 5. All Jeff asked me if I had taken any viagra. I told him I don't need that stuff. Jeff commented that he can't wait to ride that cock of mine. Jeff and Tom took turns fucking me before letting me out of the sling. I then got my chance to fuck them, but not until I got another slam. I did another .5 and then started to change off fucking Jeff and Tom as they were on all 4's on the bed. I asked Jeff and Tom to teach me how to slam and where I could get some tina of my own. I now have a direct connection and am always well stocked for when I fuck. I now party every chance I get and love it!