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We met at the local park and checked each other out. He was a computer geek, 27, short choppy brown hair, and thick glasses. The only thing he didn't have was a pocket protector. But that's okay. Alan is cute. Plus, he’s real thin, something I prefer in a bottom. And NEG. Make that past tense. He sported a good eight inches. Too bad he never got to use it. Anyway, we hit it off. And I really wanted his ass. His place wasn't free, and neither was mine. He claimed to have roommates, but I suspected he lived at home. So we went to a local motel. We chatted awhile, but I grew impatient. I pushed him down on the bed, and kissed him all over, and tore off his clothes. He was naked in less than five minutes. Alan was smooth and very thin. I felt his rib cage against me as I devoured his tits. His moans were suppressed and subdued, probably from constantly having family around. Regardless, I ravished his body, licking and teasing and nipping everywhere. I wanted to get him ready to plow. I knelt at the foot of the bed, and gave him a blowjob. I freed up my cock and lathered it with my precum. I had Alan writhing and whimpering. I moved my mouth to his hole, and he nearly shot off the bed. He moaned and raised his ass to my lips and told me how great it felt to be rimmed. Soon, his Geek-Pussy was pulsing against me, begging for cock. I lubed up my Death-Dick and lifted his legs. I looked him straight in the eyes and plowed into his mancunt. His face twisted in agony as he stretched to accommodate me. “Wanna be fucked?” A rhetorical question. I was already inside him, and it was gonna happen if it hadda be rape. “Pleeease,” he whispered. I grabbed his tits and twisted ‘em hard. His mouth formed into an "O" as the pain and the pleasure hit him. With him distracted, I slammed into him. He screamed, but it came out as a yelp. I grinned down at him and started my Power-Fuck, bouncing him on the bed like a lifeless rag-doll. My POZ cock knocked the shit out of him as my dick shredded his hole. His choppy hair sweaty, lay plastered against his forehead; his thick glasses, askew on his face. I straightened up, and grabbed him by the back of the neck. Reflexively his thin arms flew about me as I pivoted him onto my pole. His full weight plunged down on my pubes, as I plowed away at his delectable manpussy. “Oh God!” he cried, as I stabbed at his prostate. I watched in the cheap motel mirror, aroused at the sight of this 130 pound NEG impaled on my leaking POZ pole. If only he knew of the joys I wished to imbue! I clamped on his neck and bit into him like a fucking CHARGED vampire, leaving a blood-filled POZ hickey on the base of his neck. I wondered how he’d explain that to Mommy and Daddy. Alan started to quiver, as grunts escaped from deep in his psyche. A wetness splashed on my stomach, and I looked down to find him spurting NEG cream. With each jab from my pole came another ass spasm and another splash of impotent NEG jizz. I hoped I could cure him of that. After 5 or 6 spurts, he quivered and went limp. I ignored the pain in his face and his half-baked complaints he couldn’t take anymore. I was a man on a mission. Ten minutes later, I fired off my own pent-up volley—shooting gobs of POZ jizz up his well-abused ass. We lay quiet and cuddled, 20 minutes or more, before I screwed him again. I tried to make the second fuck even more brutal, and Alan didn’t protest. He’d learned what to expect and what he deserved. I gave him my number and told him to call, that the next time we’d do it at my place. All told, the afternoon cost me $45 and the pocket-protector I had committed to buy. In return, I hope it costs Alan…YOU KNOW.

I didn't think much at the time when I signed the roster that my room assignment would be with Joe. After, the whole purpose of the ski trip was to ski and meet new people. Not to mention the college ski trip gets a discount rate. The weekend trip was the usual departure on Friday. After a couple hours traveling, people gathered their gear and were assigned to a room. I gathered my belongings and dropped my stuff off at the room. The rooms usually are assigned four guys to a room. Each room has bunk beds with each person having a locker cabinet. I took my stuff to the room, changed and sneaked in a late afternoon of skiing the slopes. I came back when the park closed and went straight to my room to change. I noticed that there was a pile of stuff on the bunk bed below me. The other beds and locker cabinets appeared to still be vacant. I headed to the dinning room to have dinner. We could sit with your friends, up to six at a table. Conversation was free and comfortable. After all, we all had at least one common interest: we loved to ski. I sat with a group of two other guys and boy friend/girl friend. Small talk was had as we ate dinner. Not all went skiing in the afternoon. After dinner, while some lingered at the bar near the fireplace talking and playing board games, I went back to my room to take a shower. When I came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist, I saw my roommate. He was above average in height with slightly curly dark blond hair. A chiseled face and unshaven look to him that made him look pretty hot. He was laying in his bed on his side and reading a small paper back book. "Hey buddy, I'm Joe. I hope you don't mind that I took the bottom bunk."I couldn't help but look at his awesome chest and his arms that supported his head. "Good to meet you Joe, I'm Marc" I proceeded to the bed above him to retrieve my shirt. "So, man, did you get some skiing in this afternoon?" he asked. "Yeah. Pretty good conditions at that." I looked out the window and the snow was coming down. Joe laid his book down and was looking at me as I changed my towel from around my waist and threw some sweat pants on. The slopes looked beautiful, and I asked "Hey Joe, did you get any skiing in this afternoon?" As I climbed up to the bunk bed above him. "Yeah, I was able to get in a few runs. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I hear the conditions will be great." I kept the conversation going. "It appears we are the only ones assigned to the room." I was looking at the reflection of the mirror from the opened locker cabinet and was stunned to see Joe was massaging his cock through his tight long johns. "Yeah buddy, I think not as many came on this trip and I think we lucked out. It's less crowed, that's for sure." It was at that moment I noticed a sore spot on my shin and when I rubbed it I must have let out a slight noise. "What's the matter buddy?" came a voice below me. "Ah, nothing, I'm just a little sore near my shin. I feel a bump on my right leg." There was a pause. "Yeah, buddy, I've got a bump too and it aches! You ought to feel this thing." Now I wasn't born yesterday. I knew exactly what he was referring to, but was happy to play the game. I clamored down the bunk bed and leaned forward to look into Joe's bunk bed. He was laying there with the head lamp on as he rubbed his crotch. He had a huge hard-on under his long johns. He reached out and pulled me in by the arm. I promptly fell on top of him. He started kissing me and massaging my back and shoulders. He worked his tongue into my mouth as we struggled to maneuver on the small bed. I felt his cock rubbing against mine as he continued to work his hands down my back, eventually grabbing my ass cheek and manfully massaging them. "Hey buddy," he lightly said to me. "How 'bout you lock that door there and come back in here with me." With one swift motion, I complied, and slid under the covers with him. The lamp was positioned to the wall. We continued our passionate groping and kissing. I was thinking this was too good to be true. I reached into his pants to feel that mancock of his. It was oozing with pre cum and expanded in size as I wrapped my hand around it and pushing his pants back with my wrist. His cock and balls were perfect: massive, uncut, turgid, and hairy. At the same time I felt my sweat pants being pushed back to expose my ass. He was man handling my ass and rubbing his finger into my nice clean ass crack. Soon enough we were stark naked and illuminated by the side lamp. We were grinding our groins together, our stiff cocks rubbing against each other in passionate love making. Joe had his full weight on top of me as we kissed. My eyes opened as he stopped kissing me and had me pinned by the shoulders. His cock was rubbing at my ass hole and begging to come inside me. He was giving me that sad puppy look. Then I noticed his left chest had a tattoo on it...of a biohazard symbol. It was about 1-1/2 diameter. I placed my finger on it and rubbed it. He didn't seem bothered by it and held his chest out further for me to touch it. "Hey, bud. You know what that means?" I smirked and said "Yeah, it means your poz." He cracked a smile and looked into my eyes. "I think your damn hot! How about it man? Let me inside you." How could I resist? I didn't say a thing and just reached for that beautiful cock of his and placed his cock head into my butt hole. He just held it there and I could feel it creep deeper and deeper into my fuck hole. He was so gentle and the natural pre cum lubed my ass hole as he slid in deeper and deeper. He reached a point where he was fully inside me and kept it there. His cock was searing hot in my ass and I was loving every inch of it. He leaned forward and we began to kiss some more. I was in dreamy heaven as we were tonguing and french kissing each other. Without warning he worked on my neck and bingo, he was naturally nibbling on my ear lobe. Oh! that just turned me on. I was moaning like a bitch in heat. He was one smooth fucker too! He started to move his hips in and out thereby sliding his cock slowly in and out of my ass. He whispered into my ear, "Hey buddy, you poz?" I replied "no." "You want me to stop?" "Hell, no." He was working his magic dick in and out of me with ease. I could feel his cock getting larger and thicker. My ass was tight and it must have been a real turn on for him. I was clamping down on his cock to make sure it wouldn't slip out. "Hey buddy...I want to seed your ass man. I want to bred you and make you mine." "Oh yeah, please don't stop." How could something that feels so wonderful be wrong? In my mind, I couldn't imagine someone stopping at this point. For both our sakes I egged him on. He was working me good too. His tempo increased. And without warning his throbbing cock became enlarged as he went into a trance. He was shooting his cum load deep inside me. I could feel something warm and flowing inside me. Right away my thoughts went to was happening. I was thinking at that moment he was infecting me. Time seemed to stop as my ass was being flooded with his toxic venom. I was seeing stars and I thought I heard a chores of song. He was injecting me with his poz seed. The first couple thrusts his cock was exploding inside me. I laid there in awe as he was threw his head back and grasped for air. He was pushing harder into me as he ejaculated inside me. It was an experience I could never forget! My hand reached down to his balls and I could feel some leaking cum around the gap of my hole and his cock. I had enough on my fingers that I was able to start jacking my cock with his tainted poz cum. It didn't take long before I shot onto my chest a large puddle of cum. The whole time he was still rock hard and inside me. He collapsed on top of me and his beautiful head of hair fell onto my face. It smelled and felt great. He instantly fell asleep nuzzle against me. I lay there as he dozed and thought about what we had just done, but soon enough I also fell asleep. There was no reason to worry - that would come later.

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.

For me there is nothing better than sex on the beach, in the woods, in the desert, on a rooftop, anywhere outside under a warm moon or the beating sun. It brings it all back to the pure manimal act of mating, mounting, fucking and breeding - exactly what nature intended. Grew up on Long Island, NY and Jones Beach was the greatest ever. Between Fields 6 and 9 there was the hottest gay area in the dunes. You had to walk almost a mile to get there so there were few unintended intruders. I had my favorite spot in the dunes, a little depression that sheltered from the wind. Back then I was a top and it was the best to fuck someone under the hot sun while getting tan at the same time! In more recent years my ex- had a phenomenal home in PS where he'd fuck me everywhere outside in the compound. I used to chuckle when we'd go up the Palm Springs Tram where there were big telescopes at the top. You could clearly side inside the walls of our pool and yard so I always knew some tourist was getting quite a view when looking down. We'd also wander up trails from the top of the tram and fuck in the woods, in rock formations, wherever. OINK!!!

Love late night sex on the beach...fun story a few years back, I was in Puerto Vallarta for a week with my best friend, (best buddy since elementary school) and his husband. We had rented a two bedroom condo near the beach. They know I’m an anonymous CumDump and they are a long-term monogamous couple, but we get along well and frequently vacation together. We went out to the bars and dancing every night, but they always left early and I stayed to play. One night at Paco Pacos I met a handsome local guy, kissing and drinking, we decided to leave go to the beach (my idea). It’s a no moon night so it’s very dark. Kissing and sucking, he had me get naked, in my slightly inebriated state I put my shirt, shorts, shoes on the sand, phone in my shoes. I lost track of where they were as we’re sucking and going in the water, then he wanted to fuck me, I get on my hands/knees, he squats behind me and we had hella good sex by the water. He cums inside me and boom, he’s done! We both go trying to find our clothes, he gets his, my shoes are where we left them, but the water had gotten my shorts and shirts, my shoes are almost gone as the wave were hitting them...my phone was still there. He was like “I gotta go.” I’m asking him to help me find my shorts. He leaves, there I sit. I called my best friend, woke him up and asked him to come get me quickly and bring a t shirt and shorts..and not to tell his husband. 20 minutes later he shows up with his husband, I’m saying, “why did u tell him? Ugh.” His husband says, “my husband gets a call late night to bring clothes to a beach and I gotta see this.” He laughed and still brings it up today, but was great sex on the beach!!!

Unlicensed events need to be very tightly controlled: It only takes one queen to be upset because he didn't get the attention he thought he deserved and contact the authorities as revenge to ruin it for everyone.

Finally took some loads in 2021. Yesterday, I was horny as fuck and decided to break my self-isolation. A guy on Grindr hit me up and was nearby. We wanted to dump a load up my ass. I was all for it. I don’t like having first time hookups coming to my house, and he couldnt’ host, so he suggested the bathroom at a park nearby. There’s usually a few homeless hanging out in this park so I wasn’t sure. I went over and checked it out and it looked reasonable. Each bathroom is a single. I told him to come over. I was waiting outside the men’s and after a while I get a message that he’s in the bathroom. I didn’t see anyone go into the mens. He was in the women’s, which is probably better as all the homeless guys are men and there were no women in the park. I go in and see a skinny black guy smoking a joint. I get down on my knees and suck him hard. I then bent over the toilet (there was piss in there, which was sort of hot in a depraved way), and he shoved his average sized dick up my ass. He pounded me for quite a while, longer than I thought we should be taking in a public rest room. He finally grunts and dumps a big load up my ass. I head home and see another guy has hit me up. He’s not too far away and my wife should still be at work a while longer. He’s fucked me before, so I was ok with him coming over. He’s mostly a cum dump bottom not on PreP and doesn’t really know his status, which I find hot as fuck as I”m not on PreP at the moment either. I met him in my shed. He’s a big bear with a big belly and small dick. I suck his little dick hard, drop my pants, and bend over. He finds the target easily and starts fucking me hard. Even though his dick is small, it feels good for some reason in my loose ass. He lasted about 15 seconds and dumped a big load and headed out. I went in the house and jacked off with the cum from my ass. Today I saw on Sniffies a guy I”ve been wanting to hook up with. He’s another big bear of a guy, but with a good sized thick dick. He was able to host in a machine room at his work. I’m at work, so I clean up in the bathroom as best I could and head over. We go into the machine room and he takes off all his clothes. I was surprised but he said only he has a key so no one can get in. I take off my pants and start sucking his cock. It takes a while for him to get hard and he’s aggressively fucking my throat causing me to gag (I’m out of practice!). Finally when he’s mostly hard, he wants in my ass. I bend over and spread my cheeks. He’s able to maneuver his cock in me and starts fucking me. I can feel his cock getting harder. He pounds my ass hard and it feels great. He’s a nice thickness. After about 10 minutes of hard pounding, he shoots his load deep. I’m home now playing with his cum in my ass and seeing if anyone else is nearby before my wife comes home.

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.

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

The 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.

I am concerned with regard to my profile and what I am sharing, gallery, info etc. I am ok with registered people on this site, what I do not feel comfortable is with the amount of guests there are on here. I counted 249 today with 351 on the site and alot were looking at profiles of users. Whats strange is, Guests can look at our profiles, gallery etc, yet when I click on their profiles it does not let me. No information at all. I think it is all one sided and I would like to be able to lock down my profile, gallery, posts etc to non registered guests or guests in general. How can this be done please? Many thanks

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I have been single since my husband died two years ago, so I don't have anyone to cheat on. I don't concern myself with whether or not my sexual partners are cheating. My husband and I were open the last eight years of our marriage. We were not supposed to keep anything secret from one another, and for a long time, I always told him because it almost always resulted in him fucking me with his big dick. The last year or two of his life he lost all interest in sex; after he died of a stroke it became apparent that he had probably been having smaller strokes for a long time which is almost certainly what happened to his sex drive. Once he lost interest, he didn't enjoy hearing about my exploits anymore. In fact, he would get resentful towards me for having fun. So I started keeping things from him. I felt bad about it, but we weren't having sex any more. I did what I felt I had to to stay sane.

As a CumDump I’ve experienced many tops that cum inside quickly...two that were memorable...one 15 or more years ago I was at a house party my gay uncle was hosting, mainly older guys, gays and straight couples. I was flirty with one guy through the course of the night, then I realized he was married; his wife was there, so I moved on. Later I went to pee, a knock on the bathroom door. I opened it to leave, it was him. No words he came inside, locked the door, asked me if I would suck him, I said no, turned around, dropped my pants, leaned over the sink and stuck my bare butt towards him. He jerked himself hard, stuck it in me..felts so good, but three or four strokes he shot his load in me, pulled out, pulled up his pants and said “thanks” and was out. I reached over to re-lock the door and thought OMG how fast was that...it hadn’t even really started, but I could feel his cum drain out of me. Oh well. Second time was a few years ago, I had rented a cheap motel in Hollywood to cumdump all night, late night after midnight, 10/12 loads in me, a USC student hits me up, wants to stop by to fuck and dump his load and bring his friend...sure. Two young college latin boys show up. The one who contacted me got right to breeding me while his friend watched, he was telling the friend how sloppy and wet my hole was and that he’d love it when it’s his turn. The guy fucked hard and for a good long time before he busted his load in me. As I’m cleaning off his dick with my mouth he’s tells his friend it’s his turn, trying to convince him. The friend doesn’t really want to. The first guy pulling his shorts on says I’ll wait outside. He leaves. I ask the guy if he wants to mount me and breed, he hesitates and then says ok. He drops his shorts and underwear; beautiful thick uncut latin dick on this skinny college kid..he gets behind me, spits and slowly puts it in me, barely three thrusts and he’s shuddering and grunting and shooting his load inside me. He pulls out quick. Doesn’t want me to clean his dick for him. He asks if he can stay in the room for 5 or 10 minutes so his friend doesn’t know he came so fast. I say sure if he keeps his pants off so I can look at his beautiful dick. He agrees. We chat for the next ten minutes. He decides it’s time for him to go and he pulls his shorts back on, hanks me and leaves.

On Saturday, just over a week after I was confirmed to be Poz. Must admit I was a little nervous, I had had such a pozzing sex fetish / obsession I was unsure how turned on I would be after I had converted. My poz daddy fucked me first, followed by two of my poz 'brothers'. Loved it - and have a fresh appreciation of the honour it is to be gifted toxic cum. The virus has made me hornier that I have ever been!

I went downstairs to get beers. Boss likes them in a cold frozen mug. Thats why there are 20 of them in the freezer, so he always has one ready. Sometimes he drinks vodka too. On my way back upstairs I wondered what was in store for me. I knocked on the door , as I always do. "Come in queer", Boss said. I set Boss beer on his desk where he likes it. I handed Ted his beer. Boss then stated matter of factly "Homo's like you have many traits in common. I watch you all the time and I see everything. Do you acknowledge that faggot?" Yes Boss Sir. I think you probably know everything about me, and I like that Sir. "You do , don't you? You crave my control over you." Oh Hell Yes Boss I do, I replied. Boss then said, "I see the way you look at shoes and my feet all the time. Are you one of those foot fetish queers?" I looked down for a moment not sure how to respond to that question. "Answer me, I know when you are lying or trying to find a way to word things. I know you homo all too well" , the Boss demanded. I knew I had to tell the truth. Yes Boss I want to worship your feet and in turn worship you. There I said it. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest. "I see your Twitter and your Tumblr. I already know what you like." Yes Boss you do. With that statement Boss took my head and shoved it onto his bare foot there, "Worship me Goddammit then." Boss sat down and with his foot pushed me all the way down to the floor. He placed both feet over my face and just left them there. He didn't and I didnt move. Just let them sit on my face and wondering why I handn't brought this subject up before now. Boss and Ted were talking like I wasn't even in the room. Carrying on their conversation, I strained around to look at Ted. He looked straight at me and grinned. "I think you are enjoying yourself down there faggot." Finding it hard to talk with Boss feet over my mouth. I struggled to get out , Yes Sir Ted Sir. Boss started pushing his foot into my mouth, forcing it open with his two big toes and then slipped almost his entire foot into my mouth. "Kiss my foot faggot, worship me like I deserve." I went to town kissing and massaging first one foot then the other. Boss looked at Ted and said "I have never had another man below me like this at my feet. It feels good knowing this homo has his place, on the ground below me, his Superior." Oh fuck yes Boss. This is where I was meant to be from the first time I saw you in my interview. I almost fell to my knees then , in front of you, when I walked in your office. If I hadn't needed this job so badly I would have, but, I was afraid then that you wouldn't hire me. I knew you were a Dominant Man the second I met you, I just didn't know how dominant. Thank you Boss. "Funny queer, because the first second I met you I knew you were a submissive little fag , I just didn't know how low you would go. Look at you now, you couldn't get any lower than you are, and I like you being right there." Boss then looked at Ted and said, 'Do you wanna know how this feels to have this power over a fucking foot loving faggot like this?" Ted stated, "Yes I would like to see what that feels like." Boss then used his right foot to kick me in the direction of where Ted was sitting. I untied Ted's sneakers and removed his socks. I started to give the same treatment to Ted that I was giving to Boss. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Boss nod at Ted in a downward motion. I stopped to look at Boss when Ted's foot came down on my face hard. Slapped me across the right cheek. I flinched and turned to expose my left cheek when Ted did the same on that side. I was below him and the desk was made of glass. I could see straight up to Ted's face. He was smiling this grin that I had not seen in a long time. He was realizing his power over me and he was really letting it all go. Slapping one side with one foot and the other side with the other foot. Back and forth. This seemed like something I had been in the middle of just recently and I loved it now too. I could hear Boss in the background egging Ted on. "Slap that fag , he wanted feet, now he's getting feet the way he should. Tough and Dominant. That little submissive homo is loving this no matter how red his face is getting" All I could do to respond was to shake my head Yes between slaps. "See Ted see, this queer just loves to be beat up, with hands or feet" "HAHAHA" Those laughs made my cock swell in my pants , but per my instructions that didnt matter. Ted was reeling with emotion. His face was getting red from the amount of power he was putting into roughing me up. " I think we all need to get high" Ted stopped and was breathing hard. "Yes let's do." Ted replied. I asked please Boss will you get me high? Remember I can never get high on my own. Only when Boss feeds it to me. "Sure fag, you deserve some meth after that beating you just took. HA" Thank you was my reply. I was reeling a little too. Boss fired up that meth pipe, rolling it around, waiting for the melt. I watched as the smoke gathered in the bowl, loving that site with such anticipation. He put the pipe to my mouth, but I was laying on the ground and it was hard to smoke in that position. I put my hand on the bowl, for only a moment, when Boss raged at me. "Hey you stupid piece of shit, you never ever ever touch my pipe. I bring it to you. I'm in charge of your high and you get no say in it. If you ever put your faggot hand on my pipe again I will beat you so far beyond recognition that even your fucking mother won't recognize that beaten pulp of her son." I could see that vein on the side of forehead bulging , like it always does when he is angry. I knew only to say I am sorry and not give any justification. I got up on my knees to steady myself and kept my head down. Boss smoked. Ted smoked. Boss smoked. Ted smoked. They passed it between themselves. I wanted some so badly my head and my heart were longing for a hit so badly I was sure they could hear my innermost thoughts begging them to intox me. I couldn't say a thing and I didn't. Several times Boss blew smoke at me which I attempted to inhale to no avow though. I had not seen that kind of Dominance and anger in him before. It scared and aroused me at the same time. Finally after about 30 minutes, Boss said, "Here queer hit this bowl, hit it hard, keep going empty it all. I think it got a little to hot, smoke it anyway fag I don't care how harsh it tastes." "Hold it in until I say, now" He resumed his discussion with Ted, not paying attention to me. I knew better than to exhale I sat there breathing in very small doses of air through my nose, not letting go of that which was in my lungs. He knew just how long I truly can last, because He knows everything about me. Period. "Breathe now Meth Pig." I slowly exhaled, and he said to me again. "You like being a meth pig? Do you like being my meth pig?" Fuck yes I said as I tried to breath normally, but that one hit had me fucked up. Ted was just sitting there laughing at the whole situation. I love to hear Dominant Men laugh, even if its at me. "We are going to try something different now fag. I mean you are." Boss pulled out a long glass pipe that had no bowl. I had never seen a pipe that before. He loaded one end of it and lit that torch. Another whoosh sound I love from that torch. I wanted to ask him what it was, but, thought better. He seemed like he had calmed down some from my previous error. So I asked nothing but did what I was told to do. He lit one end and told me, "This is going to be a different high. More intense but it doesn't last as long as the meth we have been smoking" "I want you to puff on this kinda like a cigar. Don't just draw in, puff." So I starting puffing on the other end of this pipe, "keep going" Boss said. So I puffed and inhaled slowly on that pipe until he pulled it away, Not sure how much I smoked but I was feeling VERY good. It was a different kind of high. I could not help myself I had to ask, Just when I was about to open my mouth, Boss said to Ted" Do you want some?" Ted said "No I gave up crack awhile back" HAHA they both laughed at the rhyme. I guess in my high I had a look of astonishment on my face. "Oh did I forget to tell you, that was some Crack you smoked and you are going to love it." I was really feeling high and sometimes if I get high I get all chatty and talkative. Boss, before 3 weeks ago, I was this do gooder always do the right thing kind of guy. Since I met you, you have me smoking meth, slamming meth and now smoking crack. "Are you complaining faggot, it sure sound like it" Just the opposite Boss. I fucking love how you have gotten me addicted. I told you that first night that I wanted you to fuck me up and get me addicted, and you have done just that. Thank you Boss for making me your meth and crack pig. Both Ted and Boss started laughing so hard, I guess it did sound odd, but it was the truth. I said to Boss, you know everything about me, and you know I wanted to be under your control in this way. This shit has made me really fucked up. I kinda wasn't sure where I was at. I knew I had to keep my eyes on my Boss or I would fall away. "You fucking talk too much faggot, here take this". Out of nowhere was Boss cock shoved into my mouth and down my throat. These drugs made me so open, so willing to be a receptacle for him, I was wide open. He grabbed he back of my hair and just pumped my face with a wild fever pitch, it was such a turn on. Everything was a little slow motion but I could see it all clearly. I loved his balls slapping against my chin. He pushed me to the ground and straddled my face, each knee at my cheek. He grabbed my head and just pumped it up and down, hitting it against the carpet when he pulled out. This was very much getting me all worked up. I knew he could go for hours like this and the high I had I knew I could last too. There was no where for me to look but at my Boss. Looking up at him watching him fuck my face was the fucking best thing I had ever seen. His pleasure gives me more pleasure than I could ever give myself. I loved watching the looks on his face. I studied it. Man I was really fucked up on this crack. This shit makes you do and think all kinds of stuff. I had not been able to see Ted standing there behind me. His cock was out and he was hard. He loved watching this rough face fucking. Boss pulled out of my mouth and he pulled me up by the hair to my knees. Boss then took my head and opened my mouth with his thumb and finger. He pushed my mouth onto Ted's cock and shoved it all the way down to Teds pubes. "Take it fag, take it. Make me happy that's what you want is to make me happy right? " I nodded yes. "Then make Ted happy and I will be happy" Boss stepped back and I took over going up and down on Ted's rather big dick. "Fuck this cocksucker is good, he loves to suck cock." I just gave a grunt as my mouth was full. Now Ted started controlling my head taking me up and down on his dick. Ted had such a good rhythm going I just relaxed my body letting him go to town. Then Boss pulled me off him. My mouth was still open when Boss spit a huge load into my mouth. He turned my head and Ted spit into my mouth. More of this volley stuff this time with spit. I was going out of my mind. 2 dominant Men spitting in me, I was about to bust a nut, but came back cause I knew they were not done with me yet. Then it was volley with the cocks. On Boss cock, on Ted's cock. They just made me bob back and forth going all the way down to their crotches. Funny crack makes my gag reflex go away. This went on for a long time. Them taking turns raping my mouthhole. I never got tired and they were getting very worked up. I did not want it to end. Then Boss stopped, pulled me up to a standing position and I could see that his fist was clenched. I had no idea what that meant , when all of a sudden.... To Be Continued........................

We had chatted online for some time. Never met, but we knew so much about each other. I knew he was a medical student – ironic considering what he wanted. He knew I did something or other. He really didn’t care what, it wasn’t what I did for a living, or what I was paid. Rather he was interested in what I did with great passion, that greatly excited him. Truth be known, I’m just an ordinary bloke: bit of a belly and hardly a looker. The sort of bloke he wouldn’t have given a second look to in any other circumstances. There was only one thing that I had to offer him. We both knew what and we both knew how badly he wanted it. Circumstances meant it was hard to mesh our schedules, but finally we were both free for we didn’t get to meet as planned before, but this time it was different. He told me he would be at work alone that day, and as it was a Monday, it would be quiet. As I was driving along the M4 towards his place of work I was thinking “what are you doing, this is insane” but, of course my little head had taken over and big head was just following orders from the boss. I drove past the place and then parked opposite. I watched for a while to make sure he was alone. There certainly wasn’t anyone in the sales area and he had told me his boss was off for the day. Now was the time. Fuck I was horny; I was here – less than 50 feet from him at last. Now he had to be done. I got out of the car and locked it, double-checked I was looking my best, then crossed the road. I opened the door and he looked at me. I don’t think he thought I’d be there. It was, after all, a very long drive for me, but he should not have doubted me: he would one day rue such doubts. I walked over to him and grabbed his cock through his jeans. Just as was mine, he was rock hard. This told me all I needed to know. I walked back to the door and flicked the sign over to ‘Closed’. So what if some wino couldn’t get his Red Stripe for half an hour? He’d come back, whereas I had waited far too long for this opportunity. I would not be interrupted by someone who could get what he wanted at Spar. I was getting what I wanted at Thresher. The door secured, he looked at me with a shit-faced grin. I took him by the shoulders and pushed him into the stock room out back. Within seconds, I had his jeans down round his ankles and was lubing his ass with some spit. He was even better looking than on his photos. I think he relied on this when he met guys. He told them what he wanted, but secretly he didn’t really want my special gift, the thought of it was just a way to get off. He thought I would have an attack of conscience and not go through with it. He obviously didn’t know me very well. I had told him I was a man of my word. I had told him when we met that his ass was mine. And there it was, in front of me. I was hard as nails. I had considered taking a Viagra but decided since I generally didn’t have trouble getting it up, I would not need any assistance on this occasion. I slid my cock deep into this boy, right to the root. He screamed out in pain, but I wasn’t taking any notice of him. I was getting what I wanted – his hole. I was not going to prolong the tryst, however. Time was against us. I had him bend over, so he could reach out up against the wall, Stella to his left, Fosters to his right. I pounded his hole so hard the bottles were rattling. He was struggling to get away but I had a firm hold of his waist, he was going nowhere. I was nearly there, about to shoot a load into him. He had waited for this load and I gave it to him. I flooded his ass, I was sure he was overflowing. He looked over his shoulder and said to me “Thanks, man, it's finally over: you’ve had my poz cherry.” The door buzzer brought us back to the real world. He pulled-off my still hard cock, yanked-up his jeans, and ran into the shop. I stayed where I was, praying it wasn’t his boss. It wasn’t, it was just some bloke wanting 10 Bensons and some king-sized Rizla. Obviously he had something planned. As did I! The customer left and the boy came back out to see me. I was there, erect still, waiting for his ass to slide back on my cock – and I told him so. He dropped his jeans and reversed onto me. I needed to make a mess of his ass. I pounded away again, harder than before. I had the time now to really ram him and delay cumming, he really wasn’t expecting to be fucked that hard. This time he was pinned against the wall. My cock was deeply embedded in him, then all the way out then slammed back in. I was enjoying myself when the door buzzer sounded again, as a customer walked into the store. So much for the ‘Closed’ sign. Again my bottom pulled his jeans up and went-out to handle the customer. I looked on the CCTV screen and noticed the customer was cute. I wondered if he wanted what my special gift. We’ll never know. The customer dispatched, my boy came back in the stock room, did what he knew he had to do, reversing onto my cock once again. I resumed ploughing him hard when the bloody shop door went again. Utterly exasperated, we both looked at the screen, but this time I saw what I was hoping to see. I said to him “Hope you don’t mind I invited a friend to join us.” In the front of the shop was my mate Jeff. I had telephoned him just as I left for the store, suggesting he might want to make it a three-way. Jeff had met the boy before, but they had played all rubbered-up. Happily the boy was in agreement, and within seconds Jeff was in there, his piercing adding to the boys anal injuries. He shot a good hard load into the boy very quickly – the boy’s ass was so hot no-one could have lasted. Then it was time for Jeff to drag it out, do some proper damage, give the boy a good hard fucking he’d long remember. The buzzer sounded again, so I pulled my jeans up and went to serve the customer. Well, those few months when I worked at Thresher’s served me well. Jeff was doing what he does best but very quietly, I was selling an old lady a bottle of sherry. I suppose one could say Jeff was also serving the lad, albeit in a very different way. It was time to put the 'Closed' sign up again for 10 minutes. Jeff was still balls-deep in the boy but they were laying on some boxes, Jeff on his back, the lad sitting on Jeff’s cock, leaning forward while sucking on Jeff’s nips. Now was the time to put move my second plan into action. I stripped-off my jeans, spat on my cock, and joined the two fuckers. Stepping between Jeff’s legs, I put the head of my cock next to Jeff’s and just shoved it right in. No mercy. The boy jumped up but Jeff stopped him from jumping up. There he was, wedged between two hung guys, his ass impaled on two fat pierced cocks. Two poz cocks in one neg boy’s hole. As planned.

The piggiest thing I've done: Licking cum off the floor and walls of an ABS. Searching trashcans for used condoms to suck the cum out of or put on my cock to jack off with. Drinking piss from trashcans in ABS booths.

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?

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 ....

I hadn’t seen my mate Jon for some time. The last time we saw each other in the flesh was three years ago. We’d been texting on and off since, and had made plans to meet when I was next in his area, but nothing seemed to happen. I’d known that he’d become poz, and while that was a slight turn on, and I admit I’d jacked off to the idea of him pozzing me, I knew it was ultimately irresponsible thoughts. We’d finally got around to having some free time, and arranged a weekend when we were both about. We used to gear up and fuck in his sling back in the day. I knew that it would be cheeky to assume this would happen regardless whenever we met. I liked him too much as a friend and known him too long to take the piss and expect sex every time we saw each other. He’d told me that it would be a mellow weekend and, he’d welcome the company. He’d been having the occasional mojo loss apparently. One of those side effects of becoming poz which I fully respected. I told him that it would be fine, but would he mind if I wore a little something, as we’d always felt free and comfortable hanging out in some rubber. He was cool about that, and so I popped a couple of bits in my bag to change into when I got there. So we met up, was good to see him after all this time. He’d been completely freaked out by becoming poz. His messages to be were initially all of concern and worry, and then he seemed to relax back into his old self once he started meds. We’d even text filthily about brotherhood and pozzing once he got into his groove. I knew he wouldn’t want to hurt me, and we were too close. I was surprised at how he looked – no major changes, but a certain look about him that I’d discovered poz men have. Whether through meds or how severe things were. He still looked good, but I knew that he had had a few issues about it all over time. As the afternoon wore on, he said to make myself at home and slip into something more comfortable if I fancied. It felt a bit awkward, but he said he was totally fine about it. So I thought I’d pop a rubber vest and shorts on, and then came back into the room and joined him on the sofa. “Ooh nice” he said and smiled. “I might have to join you after all”. I thought that would be great. It had been ages and just feeling comfortable around each other in gear was great. He came back into the room with similar gear on. His chap shorts with the yellow stripe and jock looked as hot as ever, as was the zip up vest. I’ll admit my cock was stirring when I saw him like that. However we were behaving and you know, it’s not just all about sex, yeah? He went and got us a couple of drinks and we laid back and stared bored towards the TV. Some quiz show or other. I wasn’t really sure. However I started feeling a bit weird. Headachey, and also like I’d taken some Nytol or sleep aid. Admittedly it had been a long day and so wasn’t that bothered at first. “He put his hand on my stomach and gentled rubbed my nipples. Oh man, it was fantastic. “You’re looking good mate”, he said. “You too fella. Have missed this, just hanging out” Staring into his eyes as he grinned. I thought nothing of how I was feeling otherwise, just fully in the moment enjoying time with my mate in gear. He leaned in to kiss me and it was just like the old days. I assumed kissing would be fine. People would still kiss if they weren’t feeling sexual. Or at least I assumed. I was starting to get hard in my shorts increasingly lost in the moment, not feeling like I was in a hurry to get up or move out of his way. His hand moved down to my crotch and he gently stroked to hardening rubber bulge “Hmmm, nice”. I had missed this, and so was lost in the moment. He began to unzip my crotch and I just let him do it. Thinking that if this was a loss of mojo, then lord knows what he’d be like when his mojo was back. Just mates. Enjoying each other. He knew how to work me, after all these years, and I was letting him. I hadn’t thought where this was heading. Just loved and was living the moment. We came up for air and I reached to finish off my drink. I drained the bottle and thought it tasted a little sediment-y at the bottom. I just assumed it was the beer. I’d not heard of the brand before, as I’m not a craft beer drinker, so just believed that this was craft beers tasted like. Then I stood up, almost as if to halt what might be happening between us. I felt quite dizzy and asked for some water. That was the last thing I remembered then anyway. Waking up a little later, I groggily looked at my surroundings. The heat of the day had made the sheets sticky and, oh… this was his rubber playsheet. I recognised it from many times. How did I get here? I also felt a weight on my neck. A chain and padlock. I sure as hell wasn’t wearing that earlier. I started to feel a bit concerned and tried to focus. It was his playroom. I’d been here many times before but just wasn’t expecting to be in it on this occasion. I tried to look around and spot where he was. I could see him in the chair across the room. “Hello mate. You’re back with us then?” He was grinning. I just felt like I’d embarrassed myself and passed out. “I just needed to get you a bit more on my wavelength mate. You see, yes it’s technically true the meds are playing with my head and libido. What I didn’t mention was that I decided to bin them. I’m ‘between meds’ so to speak. Well, that’s if I decide to restart them again that is”. Now I was a tad concerned. This seemed a bit of a set-up. “You always seemed to get off on the idea of me being poz, and that’s horny. However I’ve been getting off on the idea of you being poz too. But as you say, ‘it’s all horny chat’” Oh shit, where was this heading? I thought. “But you know, I get the feeling that you want to join us. And I want you to join us too” Shit. He’s gone into gifter mode. Fuck. I tried to pull myself up, only to realise the chain around my neck was tugging on something else. Oh fuck. He’s secured me like some animal. I looked over and he was grinning. He stood up and came towards me, and put me in a headlock and stuff a bottle of poppers under my nose. Jesus fuck they were strong. My cock seemed to strain harder than ever. Chemical lust fled through my head into my brain. He uzipped his cock and jerked it into my face, it’s a hot cock, and at that moment it looked like a work of art and the tastiest thing ever. “Feed” I was both terrified but horny as fuck. Maybe this was some scene or something. Maybe he was horny and wanted to do a bit of role play. I filled my mouth with that cock. A brief flash reminded me that it was slightly different now. Not necessarily in form, but, you know, it was now poz. “Nice mate. You see, I know that you want this. And I want this too. I want to free you. I want you to be my pozbrother. That’s why I decided to arrange this recruitment session” I was too far gone to recognise logic or sense by this point. Just devouring that beautiful poz cock. He looked magnificent. It was somehow what I imagined but never genuinely thought it would be like. Someone who I’ve known and loved all these years now wanting me to become like him. It was fucked up, but increasingly I was loving it. It was all making perfect sense. He pulled out of my mouth and told me to turn around. As much as I could with the limited movement, I was now obeying his every word. My hole was seemingly asking for it, suddenly hungry. “This ain’t gonna take long pig. I’ve been edging watching you and didn’t want to allow for any time to elapse before you realised what I was doing” Shit. This was it. He was off meds and about to fire toxic cum into me. I would have applauded his enterprise had it not circled around him infecting me. Yet my cock was reacting well enough and he was being pretty rough regardless. We’d had some hardcore sessions in the past but this was something else. Like he had drive and purpose. “You and I have a great future ahead of us now. Let me make you a convert, let me make you into a brother like… Aaaaargh!” Hang on. He’s… he’s just flooded my hole with cum. No, no, no, no, no. This must be a trick. Some set up. He lowers his weight upon me and whispers in my ear “Welcome to the brotherhood” There it was. The moment I’d wanked about. The moment I genuinely feared, but secretly wanted. It was a strange feeling. We were both there. Intimate, yet still brutal. I was his prey, or that’s how it felt anyway. Yet his determination and poz worldview saw me as a target for assimilation. I was both terrified and turned on. Honoured, even. “Why didn’t you just say you wanted to do this?” I panted. “Because I knew you’d chicken out. I knew that the reality of the situation would scare you off. I had to make sure that didn’t happen, otherwise I’d never have claimed you” I was half dumbstruck but also touched at his words. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the flu starts kicking off within a fortnight. I’ve been off meds a while, and the last guy I bred a month ago has already come back to thank me for bringing him into the brotherhood. You have one load in you now anyway. I will happily fuck you a couple more times just to make sure” There’s no rational response to that. All I could look at the tenderness, and the hunger of him. This was brand new territory. One of my best mates wanted me to be poz like him so I could enjoy that life, and I knew that I would come around to thanking him eventually. All I could do now was to look him in the eye and say “Yes brother. Make me like you. Let us become one.”

Anyone want to send me used condoms filled with cum. It can be yours. Found condoms from bathhouses, poz cum whatever. I’ll video myself sticking the cum up my ass and send to you. Let me know I’ll Dm my addy.

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

Thanks RT, Does not seem fair somehow. But its your place, so we have to abide by your rules.

FWIW I don't think that qualifies as cheating in any event. Cheating is the act of breaking a promise of fidelity (at whatever level it's promised). That means what is cheating, and what is NOT cheating, depends on the people involved. A couple who has agreed to be absolutely monogamous: cheating occurs when either one has an encounter with an outside party that can be characterized as sexual (whether that's mutual JO, oral, or anal sex). Anything less is a (possibly partially) open relationship, and the rules for those vary: e.g. No anal with anyone else, no oral or anal but JO is okay, nothing with any of our friends, nothing with any one guy more than one time, nothing in our own house, nothing in our own bed, only when we're in different places for work or vacation. Whatever those rules are, if one of the partners breaks one (or more) of those rules, it's cheating. And personally, I don't respect cheating. Cheating shows (as BBArchangel noted) a complete lack of respect for the other partner and for the relationship. I'm not going to call names, but if some asshole thinks it's hot to cheat on his partner even as he loves the stability of his "relationship" (a relationship he's busily shitting all over) and his partner's "big dick", I think it would be karma if his partner discovered the cheating, cleaned out all joint bank accounts, sold all the cheater's personal property, and arranged for the cheater to be caught transporting child pornography near a school. The consequences of that might - MIGHT - come close to being sufficient, karma-speaking, for being such a dick of a person.

I got fucked by a married guy while he was on a conference call. Also, I sucked another married FB while he was talking with his husband on the phone. It was a quick call.

Can I ask politely, why you hide behind not having a profile? Why you think its ok to respond like you have? Why I cannot respond to your message above in a private message to you, oh you dont have a profile registered to respond to. Anyway, I wont be getting into anymore conversation with a ghost writer.

I love to eat cum off the floors of adult bookstores. I love the taste. Used condoms too if I find a fresh one.

Honestly, I think the people telling you not to risk a friendship are overreacting. But if this isn't some deep meaningful connection that you would miss, what do you have to lose?

I really would love you to do that to me really show me what a useless trash whore I am nothing else but a fuckhole to be used as the top pleases

Some time I have my feet’s tied to getter and two ropes from the feet’s one going rope down to a loop in the floor then up to the knee crease and the other rope goes to a loop in the ceiling when someone pulls the rope they pull my feet up from the floor while the other rope that is tied in the knees pulls me down so the noose get really tight around my neck, past out several times fast when they do it

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?

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.

Moderator’s Note: rawTOP made his new rules and his reasons for closing the thread explicit and clear. People like you who are being willfully obtuse was a big part of the reason for the latter.

Complain if you want, but I applaud it, and if you read the rules, there are not that many actual changes than what was technically in place before. I've almost left this forum several times because of obviously fake people, fake stories, absurd ideas about self harm, etc. I know many on here think I’m some sort of buzz killing prude, but my sex stories put 90% on here to shame, including some that are obviously fake. I just don’t have the need to publish it. The simple fact is this. *glorifying self harm is bad. *there are liabilities to those that host those ideas *stds make sex worse for everyone *giving people an open forum for ideas that are verifiable false and or reckless is a bad idea. Before COVID we were in a 1970’s golden era of gay sex, why fuck that up? Prep works, meds work. What doesn’t work? Being dead or so sick you don’t ever want to fuck and 99% of people don’t want to touch you.

Except this presumes the member hasn't logged on as anonymous or on a previous account, so for all we know he could be a longtime member. Just because people sometimes disagree with us, that doesn't always mean they must be clueless.

In my experience, A lot of married men, once talked into, love this big time... i used to have a road construction married guy, he was a hot hairy bloke with a thick band wedding ring, that I used to love seeing when he pulled his butt cheeks open. He would cum buckets and wanted to be rimmed for ages then sucked where came quick,

FB lined me up with 6 guys over a couple hours. Went to dinner, came back 3 more guys including a dp breeding. Ass full of cum and felt buzzed for days afterwards. Several guys had biohazard tattoos. Ass filled with at least 11 loads. Was fricking awesome evening.

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

Since COVID hit i have met three men in my neighbourhood, all three are married and had never been with a guy...after a few chats online they all have folded and dropped by for a blowie...3 very stunned and impressed men. one has now ventured into fucking me, and last week he thought he was sneaky by ripping off the rubber and blowing in my hole...the other wants to see if I’m full of shit when I say I’ll drink his piss straight from the cock without any spillage...believe it or not both guys came up with these ideas without my help 😉 I must be alright at blowin dudes then?

As someone who is old enough to remember what N. Halsted street was like from Belmont up to Broadway before gay men moved into the neighborhood and redeveloped it from really sketchy to a place people wanted to go, I have always looked at the name Boystown as honoring those pioneers many of whom are no longer with us. The name had nothing to do with excluding anyone. Indeed there was a period of time when the lesbian crowd wanted nothing to do with the neighborhood to the point of having a separate pride parade in Andersonville. The North Halsted Street merchants can call it anything they want, but to the vast majority it will remain Boystowm. This is taking political correctness to an extreme just to placate a handful of noisy pushy people.

8. Shotgun Doesn't Count "Spunk-coated velvet." "First time here, boy?" the other man asked. "Yeah," I said. "I go to college with Seth." "You're a senior?" "No," I said. "Freshman." It was weird to have such a casual conversation with Sarge's cock still in my ass. But the men were so casual. "Nice. A freshman," he said. "I knew you'd like him, Doug," Sarge said. "And he'll love what you have." "You know how I like to share," Doug said. He still had the boy nestled between his legs, his lips stretched around Doug's cock. It wasn't massive, but neither was it small. It was more than enough to fuck me. I bottomed out on Sarge's cock. It was surprisingly hard for a man who had just cum. My head cleared for a moment, and I looked over Doug again. He was older, but still quite muscular. He had brown hair that was already flecked with grey. There was an impressively flat stomach, with the familiar "99" inked above his navel, and the biohazard tattoo below it. My ass twitched. "I think he wants your dick," Sarge said. "His ass is twitching." I was still staring at Doug and the boy sucking him off. It seemed so natural to be doing it, even having people watch you. I wasn't even sure if I would mind someone taking pictures or a video. I almost wanted to show off. I was letting all these hot men fuck me. I was proud of my conquests. Doug turned to the boy between his legs. "I think Kenta deserves this load, Clint," he said. Clint pulled off of Doug's cock. "I think you can make him very happy," he said. He turned to me. "Doug's got a gift for fucking." "And at the end, a very special gift for Kenta," Doug said. Cal stood up. He was wearing a small black jockstrap, with soccer shoes and shin guards. "Take care of him," he said to me, as he walked away. "I'm sure you will," Sarge said. He lifted me up off his cock. He made sure that none of his cum dripped out, but I still felt empty after he had pulled out. "He's all yours," Sarge said, as I stood up. He pushed me towards Doug. I stumbled towards the older man, almost falling on his lap. "Careful there," Doug said, and guided me back down to where Clint had been kneeling. In front of me was his erect cock, still wet with Clint's spit. "Why don't you lick off Clint's spit. Lubricate it with your own fluid." I leaned in and kissed the tip. There was a tiny bead of pre-cum there, slightly bitter and salty. I licked it up, wishing that there was more. "Ahh, yeah," Doug moaned, and put his hand on the back of my head. "Take it all, boy," he said, and forced me down on his cock. He pushed it all in. It slid right past my tonsils and into my throat. "Mmmmmmph," I grunted, as I struggled not to gag on his shaft. "That's it," he said. He was strong. I tried to raise my head just enough to get some relief from his throat fucking, but I was no match for him. "It's ok. I love it when you choke on it." He held a bottle under my nose. I inhaled as best I could; with his cock buried deep in my throat, it was hard to breathe. I was quickly thankful for the poppers' help. I felt my throat relax, and then my panic disappeared. I didn't even mind when another inch of Doug's cock slid into me. It was just a crazy dream, and the effects on my body were strangely distant. "That's it boy. It's your cock. Embrace your slut." The poppers were back under my nose. This time I was a greedy pig, and huffed deep. "The more, the better," Doug said. "It's only going to help." On his advice, I took another hit. After my lungs were full, he took the bottle, and held it under his nose. He inhaled almost as long as I did, and then held it. I was on my knees and my head was spinning. I wanted his dick, but when I leaned in to suck on it, he held my head back. "Wait," he said. He put away the poppers, then stood up from the couch. His dick was now exactly level with my mouth. "Now," he said. "Suck it." I opened my mouth and tried to swallow the entire length of Doug's stiff shaft. It hit the back of my throat, and I gagged. "It's ok," Doug said. "Boys like you gag a lot. As I said. I don't mind." He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down on his shaft. I tried to fight it, but he was bigger and stronger than I was. "Relax," he whispered softly. "Relax." Yet, he still held me down, forcing his cock into my throat. It was rough and intense, and despite my struggles, I was secretly glad he was holding me down. I wanted to be used by these men, even if it was occasionally intense or difficult. "Relax," he repeated. "You're doing great." "Mmmmmph," I groaned. He pulled his dick out, but it was barely enough to clear my tonsils. At least I could breathe again, and I tried my best to inhale fresh air. But Doug knew what he was doing, and as I inhaled, he had the poppers under my nose. I didn't care. The drugs would help me relax. "That's it. Breathe the poppers. Then breathe my dick." I kept on inhaling. Of course, this time, the poppers didn't seem to make any difference. I was still on my knees, and Doug's cock was still tickling the back of my throat. "Almost there," Doug said, and put the bottle under my other nostril. I continued to inhale, hungry for the mind-numbing effects of the poppers. Finally, he took the bottle, and did a hit himself. He grabbed my head with both hands, and rammed his dick all the way down my throat. It was at that moment that the poppers took effect. The experience shifted. It wasn't a brutal throat-rape any longer. Instead, it was how a cocksucker pleased a man. If Doug wanted it, I was going to let him have it. "Oh yeah, cocksucker," he moaned. "Fucking warm throat." He was thrusting his hips back and forth. I did my best not to gag, and forced myself to keep my mouth open. The last thing I wanted to do was to accidentally bite his glorious manhood. "Is your hole this good?" he asked. I nodded as best I could, and he acknowledged it by pushing his dick all the way down my throat, and holding it. "Fuck yeah, cocksucker," he moaned. I wanted to breathe, but Doug's pleasure was far more important. The only thing I could think about was making him happy. At least he had the presence to hold my head down, making sure I wouldn't pull off in a fit of self-centeredness. "Not going to breed him?" a voice behind me said. I tried to turn to see who was speaking, but Doug held me in place. "We're getting to that," Doug said. "Plenty of time for everything tonight." "Hate to see that load go to waste. Plenty of boys hungry for your gift," the man continued. "Not an issue," Doug said. He pushed his cock back in my throat, and held it. The poppers had done their work, and his shaft slid smoothly into the depth of my throat. It was uncomfortable and I was scared he was going to choke me, but I was loving how it felt to deep-throat a real man. It took a while, but I finally did start to gag. I could barely breathe, and Doug's cock was thick and hard. Doug noticed, and released his grip on my head. I pulled off, and coughed. "Let's get you fucked up?" Doug said. "Please," I said. Doug sat back down on the couch, just like he had been when the other boy had fucked him. "Get on, boy," he said, pointing at his cock. It was sticking straight up. It was glistening with my spit. "Hope you got it lubed up," Doug continued. "Because that's all you're going to get." I just stared at his perfection. He had the perfect amount of fur across his chest. It was flecked with just enough grey to show his experience, and it was spread across his hard muscles. His dick was stiff and hard, like a man's cock should be. He was so much of what I was not, I could help but want to be his. "Please," I finally whispered. In the background, the music was still playing. All around me, there were muffled grunts of agony as a boy got himself fucked deep, and loud moans of pleasure, as a daddy got his penis pleasured. Despite Doug's soft-spoken nature, I still heard him over the ambient sex-sounds. "Get on boy." I climbed back on to the sofa, straddling his legs, and bending down to feel his cockhead against my hole. He was a man. He didn't have to do anything other than have a cock. It was my job to take it, and I wouldn't ask him to sacrifice anything for my protection. "Please," I whispered again, swaying back and forth, up and down against his dick. "Do it boy," he said. "Sit on it. Fuck yourself on my dick." I reached down and held his dick still. It was impressively stiff; it would be easy for it to penetrate me. I rubbed it against my hole for a few seconds, just enough to open me back up, and for a bit of the semen in my hole to drip out and coat his dick. It felt good, but only reminded me how empty I was. I lined up his dick and lowered my ass. His dick pressed against my hole. I opened up readily, letting his dickhead, and then his shaft into already well-used ass. "Oh yeah, boy," Doug said. "Come on. Let me in." Another few inches disappeared into my hole. "Don't be ashamed. It's ok to be cock-hungry." I stopped trying to pace it, and just sat on his dick. His balls pressed against my hole, and his dickhead was deep inside of me. "Fuck," he grunted. "You've got so much cum up there." "Please," I grunted. I could only think about his dick inside me, and how badly I wanted his load. "Fuck me. Breed me." "Hell yeah," Doug said. He grabbed my hips. His hands were warm and strong. He held me in place as he stroked his dick in and out of me. I could feel something slide back and forth inside of me, squishing around Doug's engorged dickhead. "Feel that?" Doug asked. I nodded. "That's sperm. In your guts. It's so fucking hot, isn't it?" I nodded again. "Let's add some more to your collection, huh?" I nodded once more. The only thing that mattered was fucking myself on his cock. "Hungry, aren't you?" he asked. I nodded. "Let's get you properly fucked up," he continued. He held the poppers under my nose again. I inhaled deeply. In just the past few hours, so many boundaries had been broken, and so many limits had been exceeded. I had let strangers fuck me raw. I had smoked crystal meth. Doing some poppers seemed like such a small thing. He held the bottle under my other nostril, and I took another hit. "That's it boy. It makes you feel so good, doesn't it?" I nodded once more. I was so turned on; there was no way to fully describe it. The poppers only re-enforced how wonderful these experiences were. "You want more?" Doug asked. His dick was deep in my hole, and my head was lost in the clouds. I couldn't imagine what more would mean. Nevertheless, I nodded in agreement. "Please," I moaned. "I need it." I reached down to play with my dick. It was still soft and small. "Go ahead," Doug said. "It's your boy clit. Rub it. Make it feel good." He reached over to one side, and grabbed a glass pipe. "This is also going to make you feel good." He stuck the pipe in his mouth, and heated up the bowl. He puffed slowly but intently. He caught my eye, and winked. He was going to force his hit on me, no matter that he was more than twice my size. He grabbed my head, and pulled me against his lips. I opened my mouth, and let him exhale the thick cloud into me. "Hold it," he said, putting his hand over my mouth and nose. It was big enough that it almost covered my entire face. Between deep-throating him and now the crystal, my lungs were being pushed to their limit. Nevertheless, his dick was twitching in my hole, and that was all that mattered. "Now," he finally said and pulled his hand off my face. The cloud was huge, and my head was spinning. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to rape me. What I wanted hardly mattered; it was only his manhood that mattered. "Fuck me," I grunted. "Fuck me. Breed me." "Fuck you up. Fuck you over. Fuck you down," Doug said. "That's how I roll." He held the torch under the bowl. "Two more for you, don't you think?" I hesitated for a moment. I barely wanted one more, much less two. I couldn't control what I was doing, and more drugs would only make it worse. "Yeah," Doug said. "You're right. Let's do three." Before I could say anything, he shoved the pipe in my mouth. "Good hit for me," he said. I inhaled, tasting the familiar chemical tang. Now, it actually turned me on; I associated it with pleasure. "Don't stop. I can feel how much your asshole loves it." I inhaled and inhaled, before finally, he pulled the pipe away. "Hold it," he said, and started to suck on the pipe himself. He took a long drag, savoring the chemicals. In my guts, I felt his dick leak. His fluids were inside me, and it only made me want his seed even worse. Finally, he nodded at me, and I exhaled. As soon as my lungs were empty, he pressed his warm lips against mine, and exhaled his potent hit. "This doesn't count," he said, just as my lungs filled up. "Shotguns never count," a voice behind me said. This time, Doug let me turn around and see who it was. It was another older man, this time, wearing a pair of low-slung fireman's pants. They were held up by thick yellow leather suspenders, which was good, because the zipper was wide open. The Fireman's cock hung out; he had a long uncut cock. He was semi-soft, and the foreskin completely covered his dickhead. "That's right," Doug said. He put the pipe back in my mouth, and held the torch under the bowl. "Second one. One more to go." I nodded, and inhaled. I was struggling under the drug fog. I couldn't help but stare at the Fireman's cock, wondering what it would feel like inside me. "Now," Doug said. I exhaled one a thick cloud. "Where's there's smoke, there's fire," the Fireman said. Doug laughed. "This one is going to be amazing," Doug said, and put the pipe back in my mouth. I didn't think I could get any more tweaked, and yet, he was forcing this hit on me. "Do it," Doug said. It had a firm assertiveness that made my hole twitch. I wanted him even more for how aggressive he was becoming. I kept on inhaling, and my lungs filled up. Finally, Doug pulled the pipe from my mouth. "Hold it," he said, and then stuck the smoking pipe into his mouth. He took a long draw, then another, before handing the pipe and torch to the Fireman. "Hold it," he said. Next to me, the Fireman lit the torch, heated the pipe, and took a hit. Doug had his eyes locked on me, reminding me that he was in control. He chose when I would breathe, and he hadn't given me permission for that most fundamental act of life. I held it, as Doug held his hit, and the Fireman continued to inhale. Doug caught the Fireman's eyes. "Shotguns don't count," he said, as he exhaled. "Right?" he asked the Fireman. The Fireman just nodded. Doug looked at me. "Right?" he asked. I nodded as well. "Good. You can exhale." I gasped, almost coughing as the thick cloud escaped from my lips. "Hell yeah," the Fireman said, and pressed his lips against mine. He had rough stubble for a mustache, and it scratched me slightly. He filled my lung with another hit. "Oh fuck," Doug started to moan. He had a bottle of poppers under his nose, and was huffing them. "Oh fuck," he moaned again, and screwed the top on the brown bottle. "Oh FUCK," he grunted, and slammed his cock into my hole. "Fucking slutty, cummy hole," he moaned. "Hell yeah," the Fireman said. He had stepped back, to see the two of us joined by Doug's dick. He was stroking his cock. "Lube that hole up for me."

I agree, I was also 16 when I first took it up the bum but 13 and younger by a family member (or anyone else) is still child abuse

I love letting a guythat might have trouble meeting guys fuck the shit out of me. I totally come onto them like a total slut. It makes them feel good. Honestly most have some trouble with it. Not sure if they are nervous, but I work really hard on getting them horny. I want to make them feel like a porn star. Only thing that I have trouble with is if they smell bad. Hard to stay into them if they smell.

The fastest loads are always at the end of a CumUnion Sex party. You have all these tops that have been fuking all night and avoiding cumming and they are now desperate to unload. Since I stay til the end I am an easy access point and one of the few remaining. The tops are so ready to cum that they barely have it in and you can feel their cocks pulsing as the nut load shoots into you. By the end of a CumUnion night a lot of guys have left so I have had cases where a top nutted in me, pulled out and as his load was dripping my my well used ass, another top slid in and unloaded immediately and another. I've had 8 in a row do that before to the point that by the time the 5th or 6th one pulled out you could hear cum hitting the floor with a splat as it fell from my overloaded ass and the next guy slid in to add his DNA to the mix.

haha... one of my best friend's birthday parties a few years back, a bunch of his new boyfriend's group of friends kept staring at my weirdly all night... and then as we were starting to wrap up, one of the guys asked if i wanted to come along to steamworks. it was kinda surprised, cuz nothing like that had come up all night. the birthday boy is like... super vanilla.... so i was like 'uuuuh', and the friend was like 'you don't recognize me?'.... turns out he'd been fucking me for AGES at the bath houses, but i'm usually in a blindfold, the dark room, just not focused on the guys fucking my cunt, generally... turns out a few of them had. And it turns out i would continue to not notice/recognize them after that.... I actually kinda love it when a guy is in me, pounding me, and says 'do you remember who i am?'... it's almost always a no.

Thinking how good you felt when you fucked that cute little neg. computer geek and how great your dick feels when you fill his sore ass with your poz jizz. Also thinking of how the geek's eight-inch dick would later poz a neg sports jock or body builder and how great the geek and his dick would feel when he pumped his charged load into the neg. piece of ass he fucks.

Love a man with a pair of nice low hanging hairy balls to drain and slap against my ass!