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I found my way to a "Neg Only" party a couple of nights ago. It was great fun. I had to "apply" by email stating that I was neg and DDF and attach a full frontage pic and mug shot. It’s to my advantage that I’m young, and have a job that takes me outdoors and gives me lots of exercise, so I’m always looking tan and fit and healthy. My cock jumped when the door opened, and I spied the nine neg asses lined up to greet me. I was a "first-timer" which meant I had to act discretely, but that didn’t alter my objective which was to poz, poz, poz! Myself included, there were two tops, four bottoms, and four versatiles. I started off with a married bottom named Troy, 28, blonde and blue-eyed, a PA transplant, so sweet and horny. We sat on the couch and made out. When he offered me his ass, I told him to sit on my dick and fuck himself silly. Eventually I pushed him onto his back, drew his legs to my shoulders, and pistoned until I delivered my first poz load of the night in his sweet virgin ass. Afterwards, I kept my dick in him to make sure my charge didn’t leak out. Mike, a 30-something Italian top, came up from behind and slammed his shaft into me. He pulled me off Troy, and stuck his dick into Troy’s sloppy ass. He alternated between Troy’s poz-filled ass and my long-pozzed hole. All the while I watched his reddening cock for abrasions. My mind worked feverishly on schemes to get Mike on the bottom. What a great affiliate he’d make! I ruefully recalled the "Ruffies" (date rape pills) I’d left on the dresser. I’d have to have Mike over one evening real soon. I got to screwing Davie, a 23 year old Korean, till he decided he’d rather be screwing me. Javier (Jay for short), a Latino with a short, fat dick, and a very cute Redhead joined us. The four of us ended up on the floor with Davie sitting on my dick. The Redhead crammed his shaft down Davie’s throat while Jay fucked me. I was in pig heaven! Kevin, our host, interrupted to bring us some poppers, and soon we were flying. Someone suggested double-dicking. Jay pulled out of my ass to slip into Davie’s hole beside me. Davie was a bit ambivalent about being double-fucked, and the Redhead offered his shaft as a diversion. Kevin fed Davie a tremendous whiff of poppers, and Jay slid into Davie with ease. What a wonderful sensation! My dick was in Davie’s pussy, pulsing beside Jay’s throbbing cock. It sent shivers all over my body. I blasted my second poz load of the evening into the Asian’s neg ass, dousing Jay’s cock with my virus. The Redhead replaced me, joining Jay in double-dicking the Asian. Davie moaned as my cumload-lubricant greased the two dicks engorging his mancunt. I watched them shoot into Davie, Jay first, then the Redhead, and salivated as they ground my bug into Davie’s damaged rectum. I dozed for an hour before approaching my final conquest—Joey, this short little guy, with closely cropped hair and brown eyes and the neatest little ass you’ve ever seen on a gay man. Without saying a word, I led him to a corner and rimmed him. I had already cum twice, so I knew my third load wouldn’t cum quickly. I fucked Joey mercilessly for 30 minutes, till he complained he was sore, then 10 minutes later I shot hard, fast, and furious. I figured I’d torn him up pretty good. It was only after cumming that I kissed him, lubriciously filling his mouth with my spit. He dug it. I’ve kept in touch with each of them. Of course, they think I’m neg. But that facilitates my objective—which is to poz them all. Key is to convert the tops who’ll infect the others. The virus’ll spread like wildfire, each of them thinking the others are neg. Then I’m gonna host a "Poz Only" party, and see who shows up.

The lights came on at 3:00 A.M., just as the security started ushering the masses out of the club. Once out on the street, Luke looked for familiar faces of his friends and saw no one he knew. He was drunk and shirtless and sweaty. He checked his phone and saw the text message string saying all had left, some heading to after parties, some heading home. “Shit” he said to himself, not wanting to pay for a cab all by himself. When looked up from his phone, he noticed a man eye-fucking him from just a few feet away. He looked back down at his phone, suddenly feeling shy and drunk and happy, and when he looked up again, he briefly studied the stranger. The man was least 15 years older, maybe more, all muscles, tattoos, and piercings. He’d apparently just exited the leather bar next door and not the night club from which Luke emerged. The leather man was totally not Luke’s type, but Luke was drunk and horny, and needed a ride home, preferably without his gossipy gaggle of friends to judge any decision he made at this particular point. Pulling on his shirt, Luke glanced back down at his phone, trying to focus sufficiently to pull up the text messages from his friends, but as he did so, he noticed in his peripheral vision a pair black boots approaching. Looking up, Luke found the leather man was his side. “Hey. I’m Steve.” “Luke,” he replied as he automatically stuck out his hand. “Wanna come back to my place?” It was the most direct pickup line Luke had ever heard. “Yes," Luke replied, even before he could consider the alternatives. Twenty minutes and a cab ride later, Luke found himself walking through Steve’s massive loft wondering what he was getting himself into. From behind, Steve approached him and began caressing the 25 year old prize with his strong, knowing hands. Luke, it should be said, had a boy-next-door aura to him, and at 5’11, 170 pounds, he was muscular and lean. Inhibitions were flaring up as the alcohol buzz wore off a bit, and Luke wasn’t sure he was game for this tryst with an older guy. But that didn’t matter, as Steve was decidedly in control. Coming up behind Luke, Steve reached around Luke, unbuckled the younger man's trousers, pushed them to the floor, tweaked Luke's nipples and simultaneously grinding his his crotch against Luke’s supple ass. “I probably shouldn’t…” Luke whispered with a little resistance, until he felt the whiskered jawline making its way between his butt cheeks. He moaned in delight. “Fuuccckk” he said as Steve’s tongue penetrated his hole. Steve enjoyed making Luke melt, and as hot as the foreplay was, he knew it was only going to get better. Soon, he'd be leaving an indelible mark in Luke's cunt, marking it forever that he had been there. And indeed, Luke's cock was rock hard. If he had been asked, and had he been able to answer coherently, Luke would probably have asserted he had ever been so aroused as he was under Steve's expert attention. Luke was, in fact, dripping copious quantities of pre-cum, and that was before either Luke or Steve even touched Luke's cock. After a few minutes, holding Luke's body against his, Steve stood up and undid his belt and pants. They fell to the floor. Now, both men were half-dressed, with their shirts on and their pants/underwear on the floor below. Luke felt a massive dick pressed downward in his crack and felt Steve’s hairy legs against his. Luke was questioning the trajectory of the night. This was not a romantic encounter – this was him in a stranger's house with his pants on the floor about to get fucked. He’d never really had such a tryst, and it felt cheap and raunchy (albeit exhilarating and hot). Was he going to let it go forward? Did he even have a choice? Luke tried to turn around, figuring his exit plan would be a blow job and a kiss goodbye, but Steve knew his seed needed to be implanted in this twenty-something-god. He knew it from the moment he saw Luke. And Steve wasn’t going to let the power shift in this encounter, even if such would involve Luke’s perfect lips on his cock. So he just held Luke tighter with one arm and grabbed his cock. He glided the tip of his dick up and down Luke’s crack, lingering at his moist hole. “Fuck” Luke said, as the feeling of the Steve's dick against him was utterly overwhelming. Naturally his brain flirted through an array of concerns, but he finally settled on letting this happen. “Slut it up tonight” he said to himself, kind of proud at his decision. Steve positioned his dick against Luke’s hole and began to press forward. In response, Luke tensed-up in pain as the monstrous tool invaded his ass. Steve, however, knew how to get his way, and calmed Luke urging him “Relax, boy. Let go and take it.” Steve's deep, resonate voice did the trick, and Luke responded by doing his best to open up as Steve’s huge and veiny dick made its way deeper inside him. “Fuuuck” Luke moaned. He’d never taken such a big dick before, and his body was tearing to accept it. Ever patient, Steve slowly sunk in, pushing in a little and withdrawing a little, gradually getting deeper and deeper. He finally bottomed out, balls-deep in Luke's ass. As Steve reached full depth, he kissed Luke’s neck and announced “I’m all the way in." Luke smiled in satisfaction. “Hot. So fucking hot.” Luke was elated that the most painful part of the encounter was likely over and was ready for the pain to become lustful ecstasy. And the slut inside him was kind of proud for him taking a stranger's raw dick. Steve withdrew a little, and then pressed back into Luke’s ass. And again. And then he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into him. Finally, Luke was there: Steve's monster dick had invaded his ass completely and was now thrusting in and out with less resistance and more pleasure. Steve meanwhile, had found his fuck rhythm, and was pounding Luke’s ass with tempo and determination. Both men were sweating through their shirts, and beads of sweat ran down their legs. Steve’s balls were smacking against Luke’s. A few more minutes of Steve ravaging Luke’s cunt passed, before Steve grunted into Luke’s ear “I’m close.” Luke whimpered. “Fuck yeah” and let out a few moans. “I’m gonna breed you," Steve announced. Luke loved this kind of dirty talk, so responded “Fucking breed me. Shoot your load in me,” flexing his ass muscles to work and milk Steve’s huge cock. Steve rammed his dick deep inside Luke and a spasm of pure physical pleasure erupted as Steve’s toxic load spurted into Luke’s torn interior, coating the young man's fuck chute, and exposing Luke to the wrath of Steve's prior exploits. With Steve’s raw dick still in him, fucking the big, virus-laden load ever deeper into his ass, Luke feverishly jerked his cock until he shot his thick load onto the carpeting. Afterwards each man pulled-up his pants, and exchanged numbers with the other. Luke also had to borrow cab money, and with that he headed home. **************************************************************** To be continued.

Maybe I am getting old and I need someone younger to explain this to me. I have always understood that when a guy puts “no load refused” and “Cumdump” In there profile that meant conversation was minimal and boils down to what time and what place. Lately, I have been seeing a lot of guys with this in their profile, I message them, and I hear back stuff like: How hung are you? More pics? Sorry, only into white (or insert other type) guys This guy is in his way to load me up, maybe after? Looking for small group of 4-5 No response at all Personally, I think you guys are just putting this in their profile because they know they will get more clicks and more attention. But maybe I am wrong and missing the whole point? I thought “no load refused” meant come fuck me and get off, then bounce.

It's been a long time since I've been able to be a slut because of the pandemic. I normally am just on the apps to suck some quick dick, swallow a load and move on with my day. I'm 36 white guy, good looking professional, preppy even. A bunch of (straight) friends of mine were heading to Vegas for the weekend and tempted me in to joining them. I drove up yesterday morning to meet them and we went hard, drinking, and partying. Around midnight, we are still at a bar at our hotel and I started to get really horny and opened up Grindr. My profile makes it clear that I'm a cocksucker. After a few minutes of not seeing anyone interesting, I got a message from a guy in the same hotel. He's a few years old, beefier, claims to be bi-curious and married. We exchange some messages and turns out he is staying one floor above where my room is. He tells me to come over and suck his dick. Overcome with horniness, I tell my friends I'm going to take a lap and look around the casino but instead I make it up to his room. My heart is racing. I love this feeling of slipping away discreetly, knowing my face will soon be right in some stranger's lap. I make it to his room and knock on the door, which is already slightly open. The guy is on the bed stroking with the lights of the strip being the only light in the room. "Come here, faggot" he says. Fuck! This is off to a good start. I get on the bed and move to quickly deep throat his thick cut dick. "Strip for me." he says. I quickly take off my clothes so I can get his cock back in my mouth as soon as possible. I'm now naked on his bed sucking his dick. I'm so horny I start to jack my dick off and he quickly stops me. "I don't want to see your dick or you stroking, okay faggot?" Damn, this guy is turning me on. I keep slurping his dick and licking his balls while he starts to notice my ass. "You get fucked?" he asks. "Yeah, I'm a bottom but just looking to suck tonight" I reply. "You like dick a lot, huh faggot? I'm going to just stick it in a little and then you can go back to sucking." Ugh, here we go. I'm torn. I would love to get fucked, but I'm not prepped for that tonight, I think to myself. Just the tip might be fine and then I can finish sucking him off. I'm thinking through this in my head while I suck him when he tells me to bend over the bed. I hesitate and he turns a bit stern "it's just the tip, calm down." I flip over and bend over the bed while he gets behind me. I spit on my fingers and quickly try and lube my hole the best I can. He doesn't waste any time and pushing his cock head into my hole raw. "Good boy" he says to me while he starts pumping me. I don't take raw dick that often and I always prefer to be prepped, so I was fairly nervous and hesitant which he could tell. "Relax faggot, just let me fuck you a little more." he says while I let him keep fucking me. After a few minutes, I decide it's time to finish sucking him off so I turn around and drop to my knees to suck him. He moans while I suck him "Mmmm, that feels good. You're a slutty little fucker, aren't you?" I moan a yes while I lick his balls and taint. "You trying to taste my asshole, faggot?" he says as he lifts his leg to give me access. "Fuccckkkk" he exhales as I suck on his musky straight asshole. "Turn around and give me that ass again." he says. Again, I'm hesitant and say "I'm really just looking to suck tonight." "I'm going to fuck you some more, faggot. If your ass is dirty, you can just suck my dick after. Turn around," he says. I'm struck by his directness, but do what I'm told and turn around and bend over for him. He takes my arms and crosses them behind my back and holds me down while he re-enters my ass. "Now shut the fuck up" he says as he starts to fuck me much harder than the first time. The lack of lube and his faster pace starts to burn my asshole and I yell "slow down." "Fuck off," he says as he is clearly tired of me protesting him. He lets go of my arms and grabs my hips to control the pace of his rough fucking. I try and relax through the pain, as I realize the only way this will end is with his load in my hole. All fear of not being prepped, or that I'm taking raw dick are gone as I know he is getting what he wants. This realization that I don't have any say anymore starts to exhilarate me while he uses my hole relentlessly for what seemed like 20-30 minutes. I'm lost in a daze when I hear him ask "ready faggot?" "Yes!" I reply as he erupts inside of me. "Fuck, faggot. Fuck!" he grunts as he pumps inside me and then finally collapses on top of me. My hole starts to relax as he regains his breath and pulls out of me. He hops back on the bed as I'm still on my knees on the floor, ass up. "Clean me up" he says as I crawl back in between his legs to lick his cock and balls clean. Surprisingly it tastes amazing and my piggy side takes over as I make my way back to his hole. He chuckles as he spreads his legs for me, "yeah clean my ass too." I spend another minute or savoring the smell of my crack and licking the last bits of cum off his dick , when he makes it clear it's time for me to leave. I dress quickly and soon enough I'm back out in the hallway. My hair is a mess. I'm sore and I can still taste him on my lips. As I walk down the hallway, I pull out my phone to send him a message back to say thanks. I'm not sure why I want to thank him because I hadn't cum and in truth most of the fucking was really rough and hurtful. I hope to see him again.

I had a "play date" a couple weekends ago on Sunday-- as it so happens it was world AIDS day. And it was a very naughty play session indeed. The fuckbuddy that hit me up has a particular kink. He really gets off on dirty talk. Not just run of the mill dirty talk either-- he gets off on poz talk. You know, talk about knocking up a bottom with his toxic jizz. That sort of thing. And let's just say that I don't mind this talk-- mainly because he has a beercan fat 7 inch dick on him. I can "get into" a lot of things if it's attached to a cock like that! He hit me up on a non-hookup oriented social media site and was looking to get his dick wet to celebrate the day. I was horny as hell so I said, "Sure, cum on over!" He was very particular about what he wanted during our session. I was to be pre-lubed and waiting on all fours, blindfolded. And wearing a jock or something suitable to display my ass. He would walk in and have his way with me and leave. And he was gonna "talk" during our session. I got ready and put on a pair of assless shorts for him. I also had my blindfold at the ready (as well as the poppers and lube). He called from downstairs and I buzzed him up, donned the blindfold and assumed the position. I heard him enter and lock the door. "So, faggot. Your ass ready to take my deathbabies?" he asked. "I really want to feel that big raw cock in me, but please pull out before you cum? I don't wanna get sick," I tell him, just like he wants to hear. "Dude, you know the drill. I fuck and I don't like to pull out. If you want this dick, you're gonna take it til I'm done with your hole." "Please pull out? You can shoot in my mouth instead... if you want," I suggest. "I'll think about it. Now suck my cock and get me ready!" So, I opened my mouth and let him feed me his dick. His thickness stretches my jaw and I know it's going to do the same to my ass when the time comes. He had one hand on the back of my head while he's thrusting into me. I can taste his precum already as he's obviously been thinking about our impending fuck. "Turn around, faggot. I'm gonna use that ass now." I do as I'm told, and I hear him lubing up his thick fuckstick. I fish around for the poppers on the bed and take a good hit. "Oh yeah, baby show me that hole! You ready for my poison penis? You want it?" All I can do is nod in my popper induced haze. He pops his thick mushroom head inside me, and pushes in to the hilt in one swift motion. There is a stab of pain as he bottoms out inside me. But also pleasure. He doesn't wait to let me get used to his dick- he just immediately starts fucking me with it at a medium pace. I'm on all fours and he's drilling into me from behind, hands roughly gripping my hips. "Fuck yeah, bitch! Take my toxic cock. You like taking poz dick, don't you? You get off on having AIDS just one squirt away!" "No!" I tell him. "I just like feeling your fat cock in me without a condom. Please pull out before you cum! Don't make me HIV+!" "What's the point of pulling out, you stupid cunt? I'm already leaking my sickness inside you! Can't you feel all my dirty precum slicking up your insides? Every thrust I'm massaging my tainted DNA deeper and deeper into your guts. And you're taking it, you bug chanson' bitch!" He reaches around to stroke my rock hard cock while continuing to thrust his dick inside me. "See? You get off on this, you sick fucker! Your cock is rock hard! And I bet you'll blow your last neg load as soon as I start knocking you up!" He speeds up his thrusting and really started ramming my hole. He was doing a full pull out and ram back in and I had to do poppers like mad just to be able to take it. The whole time he keeps up his litany of poz talk-- talking about his dirty DNA and getting me to "join the club". He wants to be my gifter and be the one to convert me. His dirty talk just pours out of him like his precum. Eventually he is ready to do the deed. "Oh fuck, faggot! I'm getting close! It isn't gonna be long now and your neg days will be over!" "Just pull out! Please pull out! Cum in my mouth-- I'll swallow! I promise!" I beg. "You fucking filthy cum pig bottom! I'm gonna give you EXACTLY what you want... and deserve!" He thrusts hard a few more times, then parks his cock deep while holding onto my hips with an iron grip. Then I feel it. His cock spasming deep inside me-- spitting out jet after jet of his semen. His big mushroom head throbs and swells with each spurt. My own orgasm is seconds behind, and I'm shooting my load in thick streams all over my sheets; my asshole involuntarily milking every drop from his dick. After his orgasm subsides, he slow pumps me a few times, then RAMS his dick home to the bottom causing me to cry out in pain. While slowly pulling out of me, he leaned in close to my ear and whispered "Happy AIDS Day, faggot."

I've got to the age where lads call me sir. Seemed a bit weird at first but getting used to it. I'm a lean but hairy guy - guess you could say an otter. I'm also poz and love to bareback but normally only with other poz guys. I was at the bathouse chilling when this twink came up to me and sat down next to me in the steam room and was like "sir - whatever you want I belong to you". He was incredibly skinny and had brown hair and blue eyes. I replied great come to my cabin. As we entered he knelt down and sucked on my cock getting it hard. After a while I reached for a condom and he reached for the lube getting himself ready. He asked if he could sniff on my poppers and of course I said yes. He said "I'd do anything for you" . I was like "yes I know you would". We kissed for a bit and I said "wanna put the condom on me". He replied "sir I'd love to go raw with you - that powerful cock would feel so good in me". I told him "I'm poz so we'd best not do that". With that news he took another hit of poppers and his sub side left him! He was completely rock solid and I sucked him for a bit getting him moaning... As I licked his balls he took another hit of poppers and said "please sir I need that raw cock in me". I replied again we should use condoms. At that point he said "you like the balls your licking" and I said "yes of course". He replied "you know they will explode if you don't use me raw". I laughed saying "we can't have that". He said "make me yours. Let me feel that toxic cock in me - breed me sir". I told him to sniff again and I eased my big cock into him. Slowly at first so he got used to it. Then as I picked up the pace he begged for me to poz him. This pushed me over the edge and I shot volley after volley of cum into him. After a while he kissed me again and said "thank you for making me yours sir". As we left the cabin a blonde lad came up and said "I'm here every Saturday - could you make me yours too?" I said I'd think about it...

Part 3 Luke continued to question what he was doing at Steve’s. While rational thought told him his time with Steve was one bad decision after another, he also found Steve so fucking hot and irresistible – his huge arms, his massive legs, his dark tan skin, so Luke quite willingly followed Steve through the apartment to the bedroom and then into the bathroom. Steve pointed to the big gang-like shower and instructed Luke to get in. As steam began to fill the room, his daddy-god Steve entered the shower too. It was the first time Luke saw Steve without any clothing on, and Luke was instantly obsessed with all he saw. As he took it in, Luke asked “What’s with the bandage?" pointing below Steve’s belly button to the dressing protecting his new ink. “New tattoo. You’ll see it soon enough, and will probably want one of your own.” Steve said as he pulled Luke close for a kiss – their first. They stood in the hot shower spray, Steve’s dick getting hard again as it brushed against Luke’s throbbing cock. Even not knowing what was under the bandage, Luke knew Steve was right, that he’d want that same tattoo as well some day. He wanted to be marked as Steve’s. They kissed sensually in the shower for a while, their bare cocks bobbing erectly below. Turning to the cold marble tile wall, Luke leaned into the stone and spread his legs wide, presenting his ass to Steve to fuck. Steve approached, planting his feet just outside of Luke's, and lined his massive dick head up with Luke's hole. Steve’s prick entered Luke’s cunt with less agony this time: the water and Steve’s pre-cum reduced friction, and Luke's hole was still wrecked from their last fuck session. Steve worked his dick all the way into Luke’s velvety sex chute and knew this boy was becoming his in so many ways. As the shower fuck continued, precum dripped down the cold wall against which Luke’s erection pressed. “I love knowing your inside me” Luke said. He meant it – he loved being a bottom and all that such meant. “I like being in you. Raw. Knowing you’re taking all of me. My dick. My load. My DNA. Everything I am is in you.” This embodied what sex meant to Luke. Perhaps not really grasping all of the consequences of what this meant in this moment, Luke’s boner sprung with excitement and a glob of precum –- to the point of Luke wondering if in fact he came a little -- smeared on the wall against his dick’s head. “Fuuck yes. Make me yours. My ass is yours. My body is yours.” Steve pulled completely out, and then pushed his dick balls deep into Luke. Luke whimpered. Then Steve picked up the pace in pumping his dick in and out of Luke’s hole. Steve’s dick was throbbing and rock hard inside his new fuck toy, and indeed, after a couple of minutes of pounding, Steve announced “I’m gonna cum.” His thrusts became more intense. He pushed all the way into Luke again and screamed “I’m fucking cumming in you, slut.” Another of Steve’s toxic loads shot deep into Luke’s wrecked ass. Luke tensed his ass around the massive dick inside him and also shot a huge load against the wall of the shower, exclaiming “Fuck, that was amazing,” as he twisted around to kiss his inseminator. As their spent dicks again brushed against one another, Luke felt fulfilled and transformed – feelings that were, perhaps unbeknownst to him, both figurative and literal.

There’s a palpable difference between sexual acts that are being performed for the camera and sex that is simply observed by the camera’s eye. Performed sex may have all the explicit angles and everything lit for optimum visibility, and every body positioned for effect, but it often lacks the subtle clues that passion is at play, that body chemistry is in flux, that male instinct could take over reason. This is why some amateur material is so compelling - it feels more real, somehow more alive and in this moment, even if it clearly isn’t as staged. This piece caught my attention because it lands somewhere in the middle. These men may be performing for the camera - but they’re having sex in a pretty serious way. The flush of their skin, their facial expressions, the spontaneity of their actions - this is a breeding that could happen with no camera in the room. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/40535/fuck-it-hard-fuck-it-strong/

names James. I'm 31, 6' 1", dark hair, hairy, and have a fit body. I've been poz for about five years now. From time to time I would go visit my parents, and every time I was visiting them, it happened Derek, my younger brother's cute friend also was also visiting. Each time I also found we were eyeing each other. The time I first met him he was only 15, but now he is 18, about 5' 8", dirty blonde hair with a nice bubble ass. On a few occasions, when my brother and Derek were swimming, I went into Derek's bag and sniffed his undies. There's nothing like smelling a young man's underwear: always scented with precum, and sometimes I jerked and blew my cum in them - just for good measure. One night my parents were out of town and asked that I keep an eye on the house while my brother and Derek were swimming. At some point my brother went inside, leaving Derek and me alone. Derek climbed out of the pool and, as the water dripping from his treasure trail, asked "Hey James, can I get a smoke?" I immediately popped hard on. "Sure, Derek, but can you…" "Can I what?" "Ummm, it's nothing." "Just tell me," he replied. "Well, I just wanted you to turn around. You have a nice ass." "I'll even lower my shorts a bit, just for you." And let me tell you. From that point on I was determined to fuck his ass! I didn't care. I had to poz him. So the very next day I gave my friend Mark a call, and asked for his assistance in getting into Derek's ass. Mark readily agreed, and so the next day Mark and his sister to stop over. Now, Mark is about 30, and his sister is 19. I picked-up some booze and the five of us started to drink, and I made sure Derek got more shots than any of the rest of us. As Mark and I expected, Mark's sister got bored and wanted to go out clubbing, and I graciously gave them cab fair. As they were started to get ready to leave my brother quietly said Derek was going to stay home as he had had a bit to much to drink. Yes, all was going to plan. My brother and Derek's sister left, leaving me and Mark alone with Derek. "Sorry if I ruined your night, guys," Derek slurred slightly. "No problem at all," I replied, adding "Mark and I are gonna take a swim. Why don't you join us in the back?" "Sure, just give me another smoke," answered Derek. Oh, I'll give you something, I said to myself as I handed him a cigarette. With that the three of us wandered out to the pool, and Mark asked "Hey James, do you have any spare suits?" "Nah," I replied, suggesting "since it's just us, we can just wear our underwear." Mark and I immediately stripped-down, and James followed our example, albeit somewhat clumsily. He had definitely had enough to drink, still, he was the first to jump in, and I was next, although, since he was slightly drunk, he didn't move-out of the way, with the result I surfaced underneath him, and we ended-up wrestling our way back to the wide staircase. Derek tried to jump on my back to knock me back into the water, and as I staggered under his weight, I couldn't help but inwardly smile as I felt his hard cock pressing against my back. "Yo, Derek, what's that you got there, buddy?" I asked. "Sorry, dude, sorry, but you're hot, man," he replied. Joining in, Mark suggested "Hey Derek, if you think James is so how, why don't you show him how much you like his body?" With only the consideration of a second, Derek looked me up and down, grabbed my cock, and placed my hands on his ass as he began giving me an impassioned, if somewhat drunken, kiss. Knowing Derek was where we wanted him, Mark came over and the two of us helped Derek out of the pool, and into the bedroom, where Mark and I got ready to breed him. Somewhat to my surprise Derek said "Fuck, you're so hot! I can't believe this. I've never been with a guy." I murmured in reply, "Well, to be honest, I've wanted to play with you since I first saw you, so you're in luck: you'll get to play with not only me, but my buddy Mark." "I want your cocks inside me," Derek replied, but Mark suggested, "Well, maybe you should start by sucking us off for a while, and then we'll see who gets to tag your ass." And damn, for a first timer he gave a surprisingly good blow job, and while Derek worked on me, Mark began rimming him, getting him ready for my poz cock. Derek, fully aroused by the attention to his ass, was thoroughly excited, and I was happy when he abruptly stood-up, turned-around, and commanded "Fuck me, now." I graciously prepared to comply, and lubed his ass and myself with some Elbow Grease I had strategically placed in the night table drawer, but just as my head was knocking at his hole, Derek asked "Wait, do you have condoms?" Again I was prepared "Sure do," as I pulled one out of the same night table drawer. Derek slid the condom onto my cock, turned around, and presented his ass. Ever helpful Mark distracted him with some poppers, and I began to breach Derek's ass. "Good boy," I coo'd, "why not go down on Mark?" As he did so, I slowly worked my way into Derek's ass, although I admit I ran out of patience towards the end, and just rammed myself home. Naturally Derek yelped in surprise and pain, but I didn't pause: I fucked him vigorously, determined to leave my load in his hole. Fortunately Derek was a natural bottom, and within a minute or two had opened-up to the point he could exclaim "Oh, fuck, that feels amazing! Fuck me, James!" I urged him on, answering "You got it, buddy, take it. Take my cock!" "Fuck, I want you to fuck me every time you visit," he replied. I snickered thinking he was asking for more than he realized, but didn't let on, replying "Get on your back, Derek. I wanna see your eyes as I fuck you!" Now on his back, he replied "Oh, man, it hurts so good." And knowing I needed to shed the condom before I blew my load, I suggested "Hey Mark, why don't you crouch over Derek's face and let him rim your hole?" Mark and Derek thought this was a good idea, and as they positioned themselves, I kept pounding away, but each time I withdrew I surreptitiously slid the condom a bit off my cock, so by the time Derek's tongue slid into Mark's hole, I was barebacking Derek. Yup. My entire eight inch poz cock was now barebacking Derek, and I was very close to seeding him, so I asked "Fuck, Derek, where do you want me to cum?" "Blow your load in my ass, man, in my ass," Derek replied, only to resume rimming Mark. "Fuck, yeah, man, here it is!" I replied, as I pounded ever harder. My load was now about to blow, so I let both Derek and Mark know as much when I pushed my way in, balls-deep, and announced "Here, take it! Take my cum!" As I blew my load inside Derek's ass, he came at virtually the same moment. Not to be out done, Mark gave himself a couple of jerks and blew his load all over Derek's chest, and even Derek's face. So Derek was the model of a slut: cum covering his face as my cum, my poz cum, soaked into his ass. When we had caught our breath I gasped "Hey, buddy, you better get to bed before my brother gets home," but tired by the booze and the fuck, Derek passed-out, so Mark and I carried him into the spare bed and made him comfortable for the night.

I agree with the spirit of this assertion in this context. I believe that consent to provide oral service should automatically imply consent to throatfucking. That is, it should be the normative understanding between men and faggots. If a faggot doesn't want to have his throat forced, he should make it clear in advance. And personally, I have always found it hard to respect men who hold back or, even worse, ask for permission to do what comes so naturally.

Jesus christ I thought to myself. I blacked out, had unprotected gay sex, and told gay strangers my hotel and room number. Now it was 3 a.m. my wife would certainly be calling me by 7. Fuck it. I would just ignore them and they would eventually go away. I walked away from the door and got into bed. There was another knock and then a few beats. The lock disengaged and the door swung open. Three guys stepped inside, the front one flashed a room key. I'd told them where I was staying AND gave them my extra room key. I berated myself. Wow. Well done.

When all of a sudden, there was this look of anger in Boss's eyes. I didnt know what I had done wrong. Boss was looking at Ted "Do you ever just feel like beating up a fag. I mean we dont have to have a reason, he's a fag, isn't that reason enough" He said with a laugh but still that angry look glaring right at me. I was afraid and turned on all at the same time. This was an ongoing thing, fear and lust together. It's a really big fucking turn on. Ted replied " I never really thought about it that way but Yeah that works for me." I asked, Boss can I tell you something I have been thinking about ever since I started working for you? "Speak up fag" Boss replied. I knew that when my employment took this Dominant turn that there would be things I would have to do. You told me that people in your world thought I could not handle your anger, that I was too soft for the job. I knew I could handle it when you get angry and riled up. I knew I had a different approach than others who may have been in my shoes. If you need to take out your anger on something or someone, that would naturally be me. I welcome you taking out your aggression on me. I actually have been wanting to have some scars from you. Bruises I could look at for weeks, as a reminder of your anger. I mean you know where to apply your fists so as not to have them not be visible to anyone. So this anger management would be only between us. I watched his eyes as I spoke and while the anger was still there, there was also this evil grin on his face. He knew I had no bounds and this was another way to prove that. Boss paused a moment then said " So you want me to beat you up? That is the most compliant fag I have ever known. At first I thought that would take some of the fun out of it, but now that I think of it, knowing I can beat up a queer whenever I want, that gets me worked up. Stand up fag." I did as I was told. "I think you better have a nice good hit first," Boss stated. He put several rocks in the meth pipe and lit it up. Watching as the rocks melted and He rocked the pipe back and forth while that swirl developed in the bowl. I still gets me excited no matter how many times I watch this happen. "Hit it good" Boss demanded. I pulled slowly on the pipe letting it go into my lungs naturally. "Keep going , dont stop" Boss demanded again. I kept going until I felt my lungs were going to explode. "Now hold it in like a good fag" Boss knew just what to say to make me compliant to his wishes. "Let the meth be absorbed by your lung tissue, so it can take hold of you. The more we do this, the more your brain is going to want it, crave it, demand it, be addicted to it. Thats where I want you, craving my meth every minute of every day, so I can keep you on the hook" He put his hand up to my nose when he thought I was going to exhale. "Not yet fag, only when I say" Boss stated as he nodded his head and I nodded mine to say Yes Sir. He finally let me breathe and I exhaled but nothing came out. "See now fag, all that smoke is in your body where it should be, am I right?" I replied Yes Boss . "Let's have you do another" Boss stated. I said sure thing Boss. We did the same method, I so love it when he force intox's me. "Are you fucked up now faggot" Boss asked. Fuck yes I am Boss. Thank you for keeping me intoxicated and hooked on meth. Then out of nowhere he balled up his fist and planted it firmly and with much force right into my gut. I saw it coming and flexed my stomach muscles. It landed on me so hard but I didn't flinch. "Fuck that felt good, fags like you piss me off sometimes and when they do this is what will happen," and another blow to the other side of my gut. This time I did flinch a bit. "Aww that one hurt huh?" I can take it Boss, thats my job. "Damn right it is. Here Ted take a swing" Boss asked of Ted. I turned to face Ted. We all knew that the gut was the best place to receive this beating. It would be quicker to recover and would be hidden since I can never take off any of my clothes around the Boss and his friends. Ted attempted to get a good right hook but he was apprehensive. I could see it on his face. His hit didn't hurt and to be honest I barely felt it after the Boss 2 very good swings. "C'mon buddy, you can do better than that" Boss asked of Ted. "Think of some broad that pissed you off. I know that blonde bitch you dated who left you hanging in the dust. Yeah think about how mad you were at her. Let it build up in your brain. That dumb cunt stood you up then ghosted you. You don't deserve that shit from anyone, Am I right Ted" Boss was egging Ted on to get that anger built up. I was loving it watching Ted think about how pissed off she made him. I was just waiting for him to assault me. I wanted it. "Now look at that faggot. Can't you see he is salivating at the idea of you hitting him. He wants you to abuse him. Don't you hate it when you are out at Menards and you know that some faggot is checking you out. Doesn't that make the steam rise in your head. Here is your chance to do what you've always wanted to do. Do it , punch that queer hard" Boss words were ringing in my ears. I played those words over and over in my head waiting for Ted to make his move. Finally I saw the rage, Ted balled up his fist, pulled his arm back and swung at me so hard. I wasn't expecting him to place such a hard blow to me. I gasped for air and took a step back. "Fuck yeah Ted, see how good that feels to get that aggression out, especially on a faggot like this. In his case a faggot that wants to be our punching bag" Boss stated with such a happy yet dominant tone. I had to speak. Thank you both for using me this way. I can feel your bruises and am happy to help you relieve your anger. They both just started laughing so hard and their laughs went on for like 10 minutes. They would almost stop then start again. Boss walked right up to my face. " You did well tonight my meth addict pig punching bag of an assistant." He lifted up my T shirt and saw the welts they had left. " Look at that, you now have several things to look at and remember us by. I want you to have one more hit since you've been such a well behaved homo tonight. Once again I watched him load the bowl, this time with one big rock. He torched it up twirling the pipe back and forth in those masculine hands of his. My favorite swirl turning in the bowl as the meth turned to liquid. This time he did something different. He took a hit first, a pretty big one, since he was a much more experienced smoke than I was. He got in my face and I instinctively knew to open my mouth. He shotgunned a huge cloud of smoke into my mouth, then held my nose so I wouldn't exhale. It turned me on so much. This is the best kind of forced intox, me receiving his smoke directly from his lungs to mine. "How was that faggot, did you like that?" Oh fuck yes Boss that was incredible. He held the pipe up to my mouth, lit the torch again, and told me to wait. He twirled the pipe moving the torch back and forth from the bottom of the pipe. "Now hit that pipe, slowly. Let the meth just flow into your mouth and lungs. Slow queer slow. I watched down at the pipe seeing the smoke leave the pipe and enter me. He knew just how to get someone so high and get the most out of each hit. My Boss is the Master of forced intox. I never felt so lucky than I did right at that moment. I knew just to rest and hold it in. He didnt have to say anything to me. He looked at me and nodded, he was saying, Is that good , did you like it. I nodded an over exaggerated nod and smiled. I held it as long as I could and exhaled. " Good fag, now open that door over there." boss demanded. I got up and walked to the other side of the room and opened the door. I did not know there was a patio out there on the 3rd floor. It was very nice outside. "There is a bed for you there do you see it?" I saw an oversized dog bed on the patio. Yes Boss I see my bed. "Good that you know what you deserve to sleep in is a dog bed. Go to sleep now, If I need you I will wake you up. You've done very well tonight and you deserve a good nights sleep. I never would have thought you to be as willing to do this much degrading low things for me. There is only one type of faggot that will go this low. That is a Poz fag. Poz fags have no limits and stoop to any depth to give satisfaction to a Man. Are you a Pox fag?" Well Boss the answer to that question is........................ To be continued...................

I think there may be men that feel shame for bottoming but it is not me. I actually feel more whole when I do. It makes me understand that at least sexually I know my place in the world. For me it’s whatever connection you can make with a man. He may just want to use your cunt to get off. That is perfect for me because it’s what it is for. Pleasing men. In turn it pleases me.

Part 3 if I haven’t told you yet my names James I’m 6’1 slim but toned I’m 28 been poz since high school. My younger brother just turned 18. I work part time as a hairdresser and light contracting work. After a few hrs at work i got a text from Derek “can we talk” “sure come by my salon” I replied he said he’ll be here in 30 minutes. As I quickly finished up applying my clients hair dye he arrived. I’ve asked him to come in from the back door and head into the basement. Gave my client a coffee and set there timer for 45min and went downstairs. He looked at me and asked “why” “because I just had to breed your ass I knew I was going to as soon as I seen it.” “Why” “because it looked amazing the way your shorts pressed against ass cheeks and then you pulled them down to show at asss when all I asked was for you to turn around” “and that was an invitation” he asked. “Yes and now you’re free to take any load you want” I noticed his hard dick pressing on his shorts I guess he didn’t have extra underwear. I quickly pulled in front of him and grabbed his cock. “ problem?” He stood quietly I pulled his shorts down and started to make my way down his cock smelled of piss and I began to suck with one hand on his hole. “Turn around” he obeyed and I began to eat his ass out got up and whispered “ you want this cock” no reply I stuck it in him and began to fuck him raw one hand on his shoulder pushing him deeper towards me the other hand around his nipples I was getting close so I began to fuck him harder with my hand around his mouth So he wouldn’t make too much noise “I’m going to cum do you want it” “yes” he yelled “ok here it cums take this poz load“ I flooded his hole deep within a sec I felt him cum as he squeezed his hole tight against mine cock felt him pulsing as he came all over the floor. “Don’t move I gotta piss” while still hard inside him I took a piss and he took every drop. As I finished my clients timer went off “Good boy now go home” part 4 for derricks revenge?

A couple of weeks ago, someone asked in the HIV Fetish forum if anyone had ever been approached with a line about joining The Club. I told my story there. As I thought about it, I decided to expand it into a story. I hope you like it. This is the first time I have written one. Back in the mid 1990s, I had been playing safe-only for a long time. I had taken bare cock from a couple of boyfriends and one really long-term fuck buddy, but I had never taken a stranger's cock bare. Even so, I wanted more cum in me badly. Those little tastes of bare cock just made me crave more. I was in my early 30s, and I started going to the video arcade at the adult bookstore. One day I was stroking to an older bareback porno in the ABS. I had my shirt pulled up so I could play with my nips, and I had my shorts down around my ankles. The city had made them take the doors off the booths and replace them with curtains which made it really easy to slip into a booth without the guy inside noticing. I head a voice say "hey." I looked up and saw a hot guy watching me stroke. I smiled appreciatively at the young, fit brown-haired stud. "You a bottom?" he asked. I stammered out some non-committal response, but my face was red and hot with embarrassment. "That's what I thought," he said. He stepped closer and began pinching my nips. What little resistance I might have had went out the door with that. He fished a hard 7 inches out of his pants. He let me suck it while he worked my nups. "Let me fuck you." I was turned on but a little scared about sex in a public place. "Um, I don't have any condoms," I said trying to be good. "Neither do I. I never use them." This surprised me. "Don't you worry about HIV?" He smiled reassuringly. "I belong to a special Club. Guys in this Club never have to worry about catching it because we only have sex with each other and special new guys we recruit like you. I know I won't catch it from you. Right?" "Oh no. I am negative for sure." I was intrigued and incredibly turned on at this point. "I would love to join. What do I have to do?" He smiled and said, "You have to let me fuck you now. Then I will go tell all the other members who are here, and they will come fuck you, too. I know I have seen several here already today. You just wait here and take their cocks and their cum. When enough club members have fucked you, you will get the formal invitation." That sounded too good to be true. Without much more consideration, I went for it. He knelt and lifted my legs spreading them apart. He gave me a quick rimming to loosen me up. Then he slid his spit-slick cock inside me. I groaned a little but did my best to take it well. I really wanted to be in this Club that would keep me safe always. I could tell he was really excited, too, but he did his best to make sure I enjoyed the fuck. In just a few minutes, he groaned and shot his load inside me. "That's a great start man. You just sit tight, and I will send the next guy from The Club in." Then he kissed me and left. I thanked him profusely. After just a few minutes, another man entered my booth. I couldn't believe my luck. I knew this hot daddy from around town. He was a short, muscular redhead who was rumored to have a huge cock. "I hear you are ready to join, " he said. "Yes, sir. Please fuck me, " I said as a leaned back on the seat and spread my legs. "He told me you were full of spunk, so we aren't wasting time on the preliminaries, " he said as he dropped his pants. A thick 9 inches of uncut meat popped up when he did. He pushed right into me with no lube not even spit. Even with my hole sloppy I felt his huge piece stretching and tearing into me. I took it gladly remembering how I had beat off fantasizing about this guy before. He fucked me long and hard. He shifted his angle to stretch me out and rub hard against my prostate. "This needs to hurt a bit, but I want you to enjoy it, too. Every day can be like this one once you join." I moned my agreement. Eventually he finished off in my hole, too. It felt like a huge load. "That's a fine piece of ass. You keep at it like this, and you will be in The Club in no time." I replied, "That's what I want." He pulled up his shorts and left. Over the course of the next few hours, seven more guys fucked and bred me. They weren't all as hot as the first two guys. One of them had a really small cock, and a couple of them looked a little sickly. But they were all eager to get me into the club. They each fucked me hard and bred me. I hoped I was doing a good job. I did my best to milk a load from each guy, and I thanked them for their help. Finally, the first guy came back in the booth. "Man, you did an excellent job tonight. I think you are well on your way to joining, but you have to take loads from more Clubmembers to be sure." I was disappointed. "When can I take more? What if you aren't here the next time I come in?" He smiled. "Well, you are about to get one more from me. Here's what you are going to do next time. Tell any guy who wants to fuck you that you are trying to join The Club. He will know what to do, and he will spread the word around. That way all the guys in The Club who are there that night will fuck you." That sounded good to me. He dropped his pants and slid back inside my puffy, used hole running with cum. As he pumped my ass he said, "I am so proud of how far you have come in one night. You were so shy the first time I came in here. I am going to give you my number. But I don't want you to call me until you have taken at least 50 loads from Club members. Will you promise?" I smiled and nodded. He pounded hard into me until he shot another load inside me. The next time I went to the ABS, I didn't see the guy who told me about The Club, but he was totally right. When I would tell any guy who was about to fuck me that I was looking to join The Club, he always knew just what I wanted. He would unload inside me and then tell all the other Club members there that night what I wanted. After just a few visits, I made it to 50 Clubmember loads. I still hadn't seen my buddy started me on my quest to join. I decided to call the number he gave me. When the local HIV hotline answered, I suddenly understood what Club I had been trying to join. But the hot guy who recruited me told the truth about one thing; after I got my "membership certificate" from the health clinic, I never had to worry about catching the bug again.

I have noticed that guys seem to go for the younger guys. I am retired with more availability and a tight bottom but I seem to not be able to get near as much as 10 years ago. In fact guys don't seem to want to try. I am not sure if it is because of age or just less guys barebacking in general. What do you think.

I have encountered several threads on Breedingzone either discussing or asking advice about douching so I decided to throw in my two cents and so I present to you my fellow bottoms...treehugger's guide to douching. Enjoy. Tip No. 1 Know thyself. Being in touch with your body and how it functions in your own personal way is the most important knowledge in getting the most out of your douching routine. What I mean is questions like: How often do you defecate? Are your poos log-like or is it like you just turned on a soft serve machine? How often are you constipated? How long does it take you to push out a loaf? and so on. Understanding how your body operates will give you a better idea of what you need to do to get properly cleaned out. For example, if you are often constipated, take a long time to push out a few nuggets or have squishy poos then you are more likely to have a harder time cleaning out properly. This leads me to tip number two. Tip No. 2 A good douche starts with a healthy diet and exercise. Nothing lubes the ole shit chute like fiber and a trot around the block. Maybe you are that lucky guy that can eat anything under the sun and shit like a champ but chances are you are not. Diets high in animal protein, dairy and sugar can gum up the works making it harder for a quick douche to do a proper job. Cutting down on meat, dairy and sugar then upping your veg intake can move things along quite nicely. Also remember to hydrate properly especially if you consume alcohol. Consider taking a daily fiber supplement of some kind. And I do mean daily! To be a good bottom you need to be ready to take a load at all times. If you manage things properly you might get away with a quick douche before your next hookup gets to your door. Tip No. 3 Explore and experiment. First of all stick a couple fingers up your ass and feel around. Get to know what your are dealing with. Seriously, do it! Here's why. I have a problem with water getting trapped by my second ring. Not such a big deal if its clean but I'd rather not take any chances so sometimes I have to go knuckle deep, nudge that second ring and see if the pipes are dry. Try different types of douching equipment. I do like the shower wands but they can take some getting used to especially when trying to determine the best water pressure. I find I can get too much water too deep in my gut then it takes hours for all that dirty water to make its way back out. Depending on what type of encounter you are expecting you might not need to get that clean. Again it depends on how your body functions. If you are a reasonably heathy guy who isn't preparing for a gangbang you only need to clean out so many inches of your intestines for a stink free fuck. I have not tried the enema bags so not sure how well those work. I have an enema ball that is small enough to travel and big enough to get the job done. I've had the same one for 20 years. As big a 'ho as I am I still have not managed to wear it out. I recently tried a bidet wand that attached to the toilet and loved it. Worked perfectly for a quick douche and you can do it right over the toilet. It was a little awkward at first but once I got the hang of it was great. Tip No. 4 Start early with your douching routine. Of course this is not always an option but if you have a fuck planned it doesn't hurt to get the ball rolling early on. Even if my fuck is hours away I like to start douching so by the time its showtime I can be confident I am clean. I shoot some water in my hole, evacuate and then go on with my day, doing it again a half hour later and so on. If I plan on going to a fuck party, the bathhouse or a bookstore I might even start the day or night before. Fasting is a great way to have less to flush out. I am a champion at fasting so I can even not eat for a couple days before the event and have a much easier time cleaning out. Of course I hydrate and drink broth while fasting to keep up my energy. Sometimes I do a flush the night before by drinking a few glasses of prune juice. I happen to like the taste of prune juice and it works great for me at moving things along. Tip No. 5 Use lube when douching. You may not need to do this especially if your douching is a quick and easy operation. But if you are having trouble getting clean and have to insert over and over again that could lead to soreness and discomfort. I know it does for me. When I just can not seem to get clean and I am on my umpteenth ball of warm water my hole can get a little tender. As much dick as I have had over the years you would think it would not be so but alas my rosebud is apparently as delicate as the morning dew and lube is an essential component of my douching routine. Well that is all I have. Let men know if I left out anything. I am sure I will have an opinion on it. Lastly I would like to go on a small rant and mention how difficult we bottoms sometimes have it. I have been to 14 different bathhouses throughout the USA and I have to say most of them have shitty (no pun intended) facilities for cleaning out. What a fucking pain it is to have to carry enough bottled water into a stall to clean out properly when there is no dedicated space to douche. Just sayin. Tops are so fucking lucky! I know, boo-hoo.

Love this. How I hope it happens for me.

I don’t see what there is to be confused about in the space of three fairly distinct words - No Loads Refused. How many ways can that phrase actually be interpreted if it’s being used without purpose of deceit? When I say I Refuse No Loads, or its corollary, Take All Loads, I mean exactly that. No conditions, no qualifications, no ifs, no ands, no buts. So to answer your question, for those who are genuinely No Loads Refused bottoms, the phrase has not acquired a new or different meaning. It means exactly what it says. Whether there are assholes out there co-opting the phrase for other purposes is another question. I haven’t heard any good excuses above for the kinds of runaround you’re getting. I tell the men who fuck me up front that if another man is using me when they arrive, they may have to wait a few minutes, but they’ll have me. And I never ask about size because I always prepare myself for the most extreme possible use that might occur - it’s unthinkable that I might have to turn a Top away because I’m unprepared. After all, I’m only a No Loads Refused bottom until I refuse a load. After that, I can’t make that claim anymore.

Hey guys, thanks for all the kind words. I'm excited about the new job and so far its going well. Here's the next part of this last scene of the story. Thanks for your patience! I'm working on the next part now so I'm hoping it will be up much sooner than however much time passed between the last part and this one. Part 17 Hunter was still trying to bring his heart rate down after exerting all that energy to prevent Tyler from detecting his built up orgasm. He had almost forgotten about his other guests. "What did they say to you?" he asked Chris who was clearly fixated on Tyler even though he was talking to Hunter. Chris snapped back to attention. "What do you mean? I just came over here when we saw them." "Theyre still waiting?" Chris nodded. Hunter rolled himself out of the bed and grabbed his shorts. "Ok. Let's go out there and greet some new friends." As he walked by Chris and out the door, Hunter grabbed the boys hard cock. Chris gasped and took one more look at Tyler who was grabbing his boxers to pull on quickly. Then they both went out to the living room to join Casey. Hunter opened his front door and was not surprised to see Greg and Ryan another friend he hadnt played with in a while. What did surprise him was how much hotter Ryan was than he remembered. He looked fitter and tighter. They were about the same age but Ryan somehow looked like he had gotten younger. These boys were going to love him. "Come in guys. Ryan you look amazing!" "Thanks Hunter--" As he walked into Hunter's home, Ryan noticed the three boys all topless. He lost his train of thought. "Hey boys. I'm Ryan." The boys nodded at him all high and immediately tried to picture him out of his tight sweater and jeans that were revealing the outline of a thick cock. Ryan could feel the energy of being stripped in the minds of these boys and decided to be bolder than usual. He walked to the couches where they sat and kissed each on the lips as an opening hello. Chris who he kissed first was caught off guard but Casey knew what to expect as the last to get kissed. In his expectation he met Ryan's kiss and the older man went even further and turned it into a deep and long kiss. This was the boy no one but Tyler knew so this kiss was enough for everyone watching to know they didnt need to be careful with him. Not that they were going to anyway. Once Ryan pulled away from the kiss he smiled as he looked Casey in the eyes. Without breaking the stare, he spoke to the rest of the room. "Guys, this is gonna be fun." Without hesitation he started to strip. For a second Casey was caught off guard but then he realized they came to this house for fucking not friendship. He stripped his boxers off and revealed his cock still only half hard at best. That didnt stop him from grabbing and stroking it. Soon enough Ryan revealed a massive hard thick cock pointing almost straight up to the ceiling. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked it slowly all while looking at Casey who looked mesmerized by the display in front of him. Hunter came around to Ryan. "Looks like someone likes what he sees," he said as he lit the pipe and put it to Ryans mouth. "I see good things in your future. Positive outlook if you ask me." Chris cringed when he heard that. He knew what was supposed to be funny about that even if Casey didnt. This would probably be his last opportunity to get them out before Casey got pozzed. Ryan had the same tattoo as Hunter and Greg. He did the math in his head and realized the new boy was the only one left. He couldn't keep Tyler from Hunters load. Was there a way he could get Casey to leave before he had the same happen to him? He was caught up in his own thoughts looking at a naked Casey as Ryan blew clouds from the pipe when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He broke his gaze at the scene and looked up as he was pulled into a hug and soft kiss on the lips from Greg. "Hey boy" he said softly. Chris could not remember a single thing he was thinking about just a second ago. This man erased everything. "Hey" Chris replied. Greg's voice got even quieter as he whispered into Chris's ear. "Is this boy next to you who you were talking about the last time?" Chris pulled himself from the hug. "Oh yeah. This is Tyler." Greg pulled the boy up and into a hug. "Hi Tyler. I'm Greg. He ran his hands up and down the boys back and then let one of his hands run down into his boxers squeezing his ass. "Mmm nice boy." Tyler pulled away. "Hi." He didnt mean to be rude. Somehow seeing Greg and Chris in what was clearly an intimate moment sparked some jealousy in Tyler. He just stayed quiet. But Greg didnt seem to notice or care. He just started stripping in front of the boys, grabbing Chris's shoulder for balance as he pulled off his pants. Tyler watched this man who was not as old as Hunter or Ryan and had a beautiful body. He was perfect thought Tyler. He started to wonder if he was more jealous of Greg or Chris. As Greg pulled off his boxer briefs Tyler started to wonder what the fat cock he was staring at now might feel like inside him. Once fully naked, Greg came close to Tyler again, pressing his body against the boy. "Chris said we would like each other." He ground his hard cock against Tyler. "Really? How do you know each other?" Chris was afraid of this question. He didnt want Tyler to be reminded that he had been back alone but he couldnt find anything in his head to replace the truth. "Uuhhh we met the last time I was here." "Oh" Tyler said. Greg was starting to catch on. He wrapped his arms tight around Tyler. "Now we'll get to have fun all three of us." He looked over at Hunter and Ryan who were passing the pipe around with Casey. "Actually all 6 of us. We'll get there. But first I noticed you were looking at my cock. You like what you see?" Tyler was embarrassed by the question. He was coming down from his high and his inhibitions were coming up again. But they werent totally up yet. "Uh yeah I guess." "You guess? You think you wanna feel it...in your mouth?" Tyler looked down at the mans cock as Greg whispered into his ear. "You can lube my cock up with your mouth and get it ready for your hole." Without saying anything, Tyler got on his knees. He licked the shaft and then engulfed the head pulling the first couple inches of Gregs cock into his mouth. Greg grabbed Chris's shoulder again as his head fell back as he moaned. "Nice boys." Hunter was watching and turned Ryan and Caseys attention over to the other three. "How about we move this into the bedroom?" Ryan pulled Casey to his feet as they started moving. "We'll be right there" Greg replied a little out of breath as Tyler took more of his cock into his mouth. "You guys go ahead." Hunter put his arm around Chris as he walked by the group of three. "You wanna come with us or you gonna stick around to watch the show?" Chris wasnt sure. But as he was thinking, he felt Hunters hand shifting down his back and then to his ass. "I guess I can come with you guys." He turned with Hunter to head to the bedroom. Hunter and Greg made eye contact as Chris walked ahead. "I left the pipe on the table there if you boys need it." Greg nodded and was left alone with Tyler.

The only one of those excuses that is reasonable is the fourth one. As a bottom, if you put up an ad saying you’re open to all loads, you can almost guarantee that you’ll get no responses at all for several hours, and then suddenly get two or three all at once, all wanting to use you at the same time. It’s a tricky situation to handle: some guys love the idea of another guy there at the same time, but others don’t, and there may be other constraints at play that mean it’s hard to host two or more guys at once (eg: if you’re in the middle of a good fuck with one guy, are you going to break that off, put on some clothes and go downstairs to answer the door, etc?). So I think it is reasonable to ask if you can put it off till later, annoying though that may be.

I think it boils down to two things: Guys who are cruising for dick pics, or Guys who think they want something and dared themselves to go on grindr, only to face the moment of truth and realize that they're not ready for what they say they want. It happens with tops too. They say they want to dig out a bottom's ass, but then you send them pics and they disappear. When I'm on grindr, which admittedly isn't very often anymore, I try to make it as hassle free to fuck my ass as I can. So when a top blocks me or arranges a time and place, then doesn't show up, I just assume they were out for ass pics or freaked out at the last minute because it was real.

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I think if a mother and father have some free thinking - maybe walking around the house naked - open for discussions - showing him of his beautiful body - what could feel good - maybe some fucking with his mother - lots of ideas - Life is Sexually HOT - enjoy it ! Remember when my mom divorced my Dad - she told us kids - if we are going to have sex - do it in our house - not in the back seat of a car . She love to party and bringing home black guys having sex in her locked bed room door - I be out side peeking in her bed room window - seeing her Fun !

Not permanently it's not. The real website is at [think before following links] https://bull-berlin.wixsite.com/website Their Facebook page is alive and active, with messages posted even in the last 24 hrs. This place unleashed my full cumdump potential. Guys had been fucking me in the sling all night, one after the other and cumming silently. At some point cum was running down my bare ass, dripping on the floor and I realised there must have been 10+ loads in me. Can't wait till they reopen. I'll be there the first weekend, all weekend!

I found most of your tips and suggestions well thought through. But this last small rant - well, it strikes me kind of like complaining that restaurants don't have showers so you can wash your work sweat off before eating. Seems to me if you're going to a bathhouse, you ought to take care of things like cleaning out before you leave home. I can't imagine something that I'd find less appealing in a bathhouse than going to the bathroom to relieve myself and hearing (or worse, seeing) someone flushing shit out of his ass because he wasn't prepared when he arrived.

Such a sexy boy, now lets see your pink tunnel of love..

Good luck trying that as a defense at a trial.

Baton Rouge, La has been pretty good to me. Last time I hosted at a hotel had 13 hung brother load me up that night. Plenty of black thug dick.

Anyone know where an American can buy those pants I've seen from Europe that have a flap in front which opens down and exposes your cock? I've looked a bit and can't find them. Only thing I can add is they look like a type of work pant.

My friends know I'm mostly a bottom. But, as for my family it's none of their business what I or my husband and our bfs do in bed

I have literally never been fussy at all. not even the smallest amount. I have always been willing to get down on my knees and suck ANY males cock and swallow their cum or bend over and let absolutely ANYONE fuck me up the ass BAREBACK and cum inside me, no questions asked, anytime, anywhere, any number of men, regardless of their age, race, body type, looks, cock size, sexuality or status. I was born a faggot with no standards and I learned to be a cumdumpster with no pride, no shame and no sexual self-respect. I am not just a cheap whore, I am a worthless whore in that any man can blow their load in me for free. normal sluts have no idea that its possible to be as much of a slut as fagots like me are. I am the kind of trash that makes an average street walker look like a nun. I care so little about who fucks me that I get used bareback with a blindfold on by totally anonymous strangers regularly. I have never refused any mans load.

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

As I mentioned on other post, I never had an incestuous relationship with my Dad, who identifies as straight. However, my Dad was very open with me. We had a no shame policy I guess you'd call it. Emotions were allowed so lots of hugs, pats on the butt, and roughhousing...He also loved my mother with a passion. Sex was talked about often. His idea of sex was a very European and liberal. He said you get hungry, you eat...you get sleepy, you sleep....you get horny ,you fuck!...but also told us to respect sex and ourselves....nudity was big too...I've already shared about my stage of puberty and going to Black's Beach with him. So I'll share this other experience with my Dad. He had a great sense of humor and thought it was the funniest thing to take me to strip club and adult bookstore while I was in college...we drank beer and tipped the girls all night ...we then hit the adult bookstore...I already knew what went on in the arcade so when we entered I made sure he went into booth first...After he did, I went into one and proceeded to get one of the best blow jobs ever...After I gave that cocksucker from Heaven my load, I proceeded out to find my dad waiting next to my door. He said" that must have been one helluva blowjob!" I hadn't noticed but my booth had two gloryholes on both sides and Dad had left his and went into the one next to me. He had peeked through at me. I said why? He said he had looked through and saw my little white ass piston fucking the other gloryhole!...he was rolling with laughter. I called him a shithead and we left...I knew he was teasing me and I wasn't ashamed either...Yes, he did tell me he jerked off to some lesbian porn...that figures!...I know alot of guys that barely have a relationship with their dads...I got really lucky!

I stopped using condoms when I was 20 and got in a relationship then he fucked me raw only. I cheated on him a lot initially with condoms but one day this arab guy was fucking me and stealthed me then came inside, I was hooked since that day I cheated bareback with as many guys as I could and then would take my loaded ass home, when the partner fucked my hole he would always comment on me being so horny for him because he could feel it was extra wet.... He loved to fuck my pussy like that but had no idea there was any anon cum in there the whole time lol. Being the only one who knew there were multiple loads in my ass made me super hungry so when he pulled out I'd always give him the hungriest ass to mouth BJ and suck all that spunk until his dick was sparkling.

thanks for the follow mate. Hundreds more pics and vids of me on twitter.com/jonny4dad

I was in my late 20s or early 30s in the 1980s. At the time the Adonis Theater in NYC was still open. I used to go there virtually every weekend to suck dick. Sat in a stall and sucked all comers. One night I was sucking a daddy dick. At one point he asked me if I wanted his piss. I told him no and kept sucking. And thinking about his piss. After a few minutes I told him very faintly that I wanted his piss. He made me repeat it several times louder. Can I have your piss please, SIR! And then he pissed down my throat. Loved it! Been drinking piss for nearly 40 years. Still love it!!!

I don't get fucked as often as I'd like, but then again who does? Anyway, I tend to tighten up after a while, and I've never used poppers or anything to loosen up. So when I am fucked it typically stings a bit as he works it in. BUT the dirty little secret is that I love that feeling. I equate it with him taking me for his pleasure, and the hell with my feelings. And then when he starts to fuck me, the pain dulls into that blissful heated feeling of him sliding in and out.

This is an important distinction. Cocksucking is not my specialty - I strive for excellent ass - but I generally get good response on my tonguework on a cock. I’m not so good, however, at throating (though getting better recently with practice) and have not really had a Top attempt a forceful balls-deep throat fuck to completion. I attribute this to a couple of things: 1) they sample my ass and choose it as the preferred hole for that fuck, 2) the Tops that do use me for head always seem to be the type who want to make sure the load washes over my tongue so that they can see me taste it before I swallow, or 3) I’m so specific about being an anal bottom in my profiles that they move on to other targets. Whatever the reason, I only have a little experience with Tops who want to try to force their way deep into my throat past my active gag reflex. I have observed that, yes, they do seem to get excited when I gag and heave. I have never really understood this, frankly, because what it signifies is that the Top’s cockhead is being, or is about to be, bathed in stomach acid and/or vomit. I’m not judging; whatever flips a Top’s switch, I see it as my obligation to try to accommodate. Except, I reserve the right to breathe. When I was young I suffered terribly from asthma, and although I pretty much grew out of it, I still appreciate perhaps more than the average person the ability to freely take a breath. So if a Top attempted to throatfuck me and remain embedded in spite of my obvious need to take a breath, I would do more than push. I know my role and duty, I know my place in the sexual hierarchy of men, and I know my uses. I have no illusions that the Men I service need view me as anything but an object or utility. They are entitled to use me. But they are not entitled to put my life at hazard in doing so; a Top may not callously risk asphyxiating me. Several posts in this thread encourage Tops to skullfuck the poster breathless to the point of blackout, and then keep going. I hope no Top would actually do something so reckless, irresponsible and potentially homicidal. Yes, I realize I’m being a buzzkill and most of this is just guys enjoying a shared fantasy, but I feel like someone should at least say what’s real out loud once in a while because my experience has taken me down paths where the Tops are darker and more cruel, and I have encountered Men capable of actually doing some of this shit. Be careful what you wish for.

Don't be scared. You are both having a good time. Go for it!

I grabbed the lube from the locker and closed the drawer up again, I could see Dean watch me as I applied the lube to his stunning hole then all over my cock, no words were said between us. I wasn't using the condoms and if he wanted my cock he knew that was part of the deal. I was ready to fuck his 18 yr old sweet hairless hole, I moved forward and he positioned himself just right as without any effort took my cock in one go... I slid right up his boy hole and started the move like this was meant to be. We were doing what came natural to two men who clearly found each other sexually attractive. I picked up the pace, all this time each of us just moaned in pleasure to one another, no words were been spoken. I fucked him solidly for 20 mins, he stroked his cock and then yelled out "I'm gonna cum babe, please breed my cunt" That was all I needed as I felt the cum churn in my balls and rise up..... I blew my load deep up his hole and let out a roar as I did... Dean at the same time then blasted his hot 18 yr old cum all over his chest, chin and face. My cum kept streaming up his hole like it belonged there and finally we both collapsed into each others arms. We were both panting and the smell of cum and man to man sex filled the room as I rolled over and lay in the bed next to him. That was the first of many nights to come... We love each other

A few hours pass by and the party is in full swing. There's 17 and 18 yr old boys and girls enjoying themselves all around the house, we had kept the party to the living room and the kitchen and the patio area outside and there was a few other parents acting as chaperone around the place too. All was going very well and everyone was having a really good time. The music was playing some of the hits of the day and there was a makeshift dance floor and dance competition going on with some of the lads and girls, all good clean fun. A few of those kids that were eligible were enjoying a beers and wines and the adults mingled with each other sipping their beverages too. I went back into the kitchen from outside to top up and get myself another bottle of beer, I came up to my BF in the kitchen and he wasn't in the best of form; he told me that he had just been called to work - he's in the medical profession like myself and was off the drink as he knew there was a possibility of a callout - I was off callout rotation so was enjoying the beer flowing. We checked with a few colleagues to see could anyone cover but between us there wasn't an option, he had to go in. I told him not to worry, go explain to the kids and I'd lock up the house afterwards, he said that his daughters were going to go home with their mother shortly but Dean would stay in the house himself if I wanted to go home to my own place but would be welcome to stay even though he wasn't going to be here. 2 hours later the party was dying down, most people had left and there was just a group of lads hanging out around the fire pit outside on the patio area. I was tidying up the living room, collecting glasses and what not when I found myself chatting to Kyle, one of Deans friends. Kyle was 19, had probably more than one to many beers and was in great form, just rambling while he sat on the couch watching me clean up around him. Kyle was also on the swim team with Dean, we talking about the coaches concerns and that Dean had not taken his talk earlier that day well. I said that Dean and his Dad had talked and they'd get through it. Kyle made a remark, through his drunken conversation, saying if Dean concentrated on his pool regime as much as he did trying to have sex he'd be on the Olympic team already. I said thats a conversation that Dean and his dad had to have and I wasn't getting involved. Kyle gave me a comment back "well you should because you're part of that conversation even if you don't realise it" I was taken aback, asked Kyle what he meant by that and he just got up, walked over to me, grabbed my cock and balls through my pants and said "Dean wants them more than the Olympics" and walked out of the room. I was stunned and standing there with a rubbish bag in my hand I froze at what I had just heard; with that I heard the last group of people leave the house and I went out to say my goodbyes and watch them get into taxis and head away. I went back out to the patio area and there was nobody left, I assumed Dean had already passed out from the beers and gone to bed so I started to lock up, I powered down the fire pit, switched off all the outside lights and looked at my watch, it was coming up to 3am. There really wasn't any point in me trying to get a cab to go home so I decided I'd stay in my BF's house, this was the first time I did this without him being there. I did the last of the tidying up and started to walk upstairs and as I reached the top I heard what sounded like moaning sounds coming from Deans bedroom. I had assuming he was gone to sleep, the door wasn't closed so I gently pushed it in and there I saw a man standing at Deans bed with his pants down around his ankles, a large hairy ass with two hands around it and Dean sucking him off like a pro! I froze, didn't know where to look or what to do. My shock was interrupted by the sounds of this man letting out a growl which I knew was a sign of relief that we all have when we blow our loads. I stood back out into the hall and I could hear the sounds of a pants being pulled up and a zip and belt being tightened again. I needed to move away from the door so I headed back down the stairs and then turned around to pretend I was walking back up without knowing what had just happened.

Don't lose sight of the fact that "chastity" is just a simple way to refer to erection and orgasm control and denial kink. When it's serving in the role of heightening and intensifying sex it's tough to make the case that "chastity" is serving the sex negative goals of any church. It's pretty common for men held in chastity to have their prostates or cocks milked depending on the top's goals with his locked boy. A large percentage of gay locked boys are submissive men whose "natural male drives" set them to pleasing dominant tops by being always horny and dedicated to serving their pleasure. I think it's everyone's choice what they would do, and that includes each of us deciding what is natural for ourselves. I'll be honest, if I found a horny dominant top who wanted to lock up my cock to serve his need to fuck and breed whenever he wanted, and help me grow more fully into my cunt, I'd be 100% signed up.

He? I'm a gurl... (giggle-giggle) * continued Then I notice what looks like 3 glory holes lined up roughly 2'-3' apart, and about 5' off the floor. This I've got to check out; above the 3 holes there is a narrow shelf, and below a narrow padded bench with a rail, like a hand rail just above it. I peep through the holes and it is outside, looks like under a canopy of trees. And going from one hole to another it appears they have partions between the 3 holes, interesting! Anonymous and discretion, somebody was thinking!!! And then "squuuaaaccch!!!" I jump, bump my head on the little shelf and damn near bust my ass barely catching my self on the fuck bench... "What in the holy fucken hell?" I look towards the door, nothing. Then I hear, "channel 17 radio check, radio check. Levi you around?" Well that sly Mutha Fuka; he has a base station in here son of a bitch! "Levi, Jet Fuel Jockey here still got that hot little cum dump's hole open? I've got the $20 the boys told me you were get'n for a go at her. And a little package fer her. It's got my ears ringing like the Liberty Bell, she's gonna like it!!!" "Levi????" "Well Double Mutha Fuka son of a bitch!!!" He's been pimp'n me out, no wonder I was getting so much attention earlier.... I go over pick up the mic key it, " hey driver Levi had to step out for a bit; but my 'lil dripping cum hole is here. Cum on in!!!" I tell him how to find me up from the Truck Stop in the sEx cAvE. He shoots back, " it'll take me an hour to get there, and a quick 20 minute shower at the Truck Stop and your mine little Cum Dump!!! "I'm here!" I report back. Hmmm, about an hour and a half... Think I'll take the opportunity to freshen up in this bathroom! It doesn't take me long and start to head over to the lap top, and I hear a metal clang/clank over by the door. Now what? I had noticed a mailbox looking metal can on the wall by the door on the outside. Looking at the door now I notice on the inside is a small expanded metal box, about the size of a big box of tissue . I walk over to see what the... and "What the hell is that...?" Huh, it's a $20 dollar bill folded in half length wise just sitting there. The small openings in the expanded metal plus the hefty padlock let me know it's not mine. Well somebody must owe Levi some green. I ponder opening the door to see if they need a hole to cum in, and I hear a buzzer over from the wall with the glory holes. As I tentatively start to walk over there, a Big Beutiful Hard Dripping Cock proudly presents itself through the hole farthest to my right. Well a good little cum slut like me doesn't need any more motivation than that!!! At this point it's been a few hours since I took my last Cock. And this one is going to get some Cock Worship Loving! I give it a good healthy wet slobbery lick, as it bounces and deposits a big glob of pre cum on my tounge it withdraws...? Then a little baggie comes through the hole followed by the Cock! As my mouth greedily goes back on this, about 9.5 incher, I pick up the baggie. Nice about a gram in one shard! Never taking my attention off of the succulent cock I'm devouring, I break off about half and slide it into my gooey dripping cum hole. As it starts to melt and burn just a little I get lost in Cock Lust... * to be continued

Part 2 “So you just let him fuck you, right there in his kitchen?” Luke’s friend asked over brunch several hours later. “Yeah. It was so fucking hot.” Luke had determined that the experience was one to be bragged about, a badge on his sexual resume. “Animalistic, really. He just ripped my pants down, ate my ass, and fucked me. No questions, no small talk, just hot fucking sex with the biggest dick I’ve ever known.” He failed to mention it had been a bareback fuck. “Think you’ll see him again?” “Maybe. I’d like to. I think I’m realizing that I’m into older guys like him. And god he’s ripped.” Luke didn’t provide a full detailed description of Steve – no mention of the tattoos or the piercings or the general leather daddy/kick-someone’s-ass vibe of him. But really, whether Luke was to see Steve again was not a question for Luke to have the answer – the ball was always in Steve’s court. Across town, Steve was getting some more ink: this time, a scorpion tattoo above his pubic line. “We knew as soon as you made eye contact you’d be shooting a load in that guy later.” Billy said responsive to Steve’s tale of fucking Luke a few hours before. Billy had been with Steve at the leather bar the night before and outside afterward when Steve saw his latest conquest. “Damn he had the best, fuzzy bubble butt I’ve seen. I coulda eaten it for days.” “He mention condoms or anything?” Billy asked, knowing Steve only fucked raw. “Nope. Kinda surprised me that he didn’t, seeming so clean cut preppy and all.” “Think you knocked him up?” Steve grinned. “If not last night, I will soon for sure.” Walking home with his new ink covered, Steve texted Luke: “I need your ass again. Today. When can you be at my place?” Luke responded “Great to hear from you. Can’t stop thinking about last night. I can be there in an hour.” And so he was, showing up at Steve’s door wearing a tank top, mesh shorts, a jock strap, and sneakers. Steve let him in, and not five feet inside the door had pushed him down to his knees and inserted his huge flaccid dick into Luke’s beautiful mouth. Steve’s dick grew hard in Luke’s mouth as Luke demonstrated what a good cocksucker he was. He worked Steve’s entire thick, long, veiny shaft. Whenever he got to Steve’s dick’s head, he’d tongue the pre-cum. He was already addicted to its salty, manly goodness. He sucked Steve’s big, hairy balls. He deep throated his dick to the point of gagging on it. He was in heaven devouring the monster dick that had destroyed his ass just 12 hours earlier. Did he taste his own ass on it? Maybe. Finally, Luke noticed Steve’s balls and legs tense, and a torrent of cum spurt into his mouth. Steve held Luke’s head in position, his dick deep in his conquest’s throat. Luke swallowed round after round of the ropey jism that sprayed into his mouth, looking up dutifully in the eyes of his testosterone-filled host. He loved tasting the heavenly load of his dominator. As the waves of cum subsided, Luke began to pull away from the monster cock. Steve held Luke’s head in place and said “You’re not done yet. Keep swallowing. Everything.” And with that, Steve began pissing in the mouth of the unsuspecting jock. Luke was horrified and disgusted initially, trying in vain momentarily to pull away. But when retreat was clearly no option with Steve’s strong hands holding him in place, Luke kept his lips tight around the shaft, swallowed a big gulp, and looked up at his beast-of-a-man host. Luke saw the pleasured look on Steve’s face, and began to understand his role of submission. His anguish subsided and he found himself dutifully, if not happily, swallowing what seemed like gallons of man piss. He loved it. Finally, when Steve had finished using Luke as a urinal, he pulled his conquest off his cock and to his feet, smacking him on the ass. “That was intense. And, I gotta say, really hot, dude," Luke commented, his dick fully erect, and pressing against the fabric of his jock strap and shorts, which were now wet with pre-cum. “Fun’s just getting started, you slut. Take off everything off and follow me,” Steve ordered.