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It was the beginning of summer, when the soft wet ground of spring has dried and [banned word] of all varieties make their way outside to do what they do best. I'm a total cum slut bottom who gets off being used pretty much anywhere as long as there's a low probability of getting caught and hopefully a high probability of being watched. My neighborhood is one of those that the gentrifiers call "in transition." It's a former warehouse district where some of the buildings have been converted to offices, studios, condos and lofts, while others continue to serve their original purpose. I was walking home from work one very warm evening around six when I spotted the neighborhood ice cream truck. The music playing from the speaker on the roof reverberated off the buildings around it, the echo giving the song an almost ethereal sound. A few mothers were walking away from the truck with their kids as I approached, and since it was so warm, I thought, "What the hell?" "Hi," I said to the guy inside as I approached. His back was turned so I couldn't see his face. "What do you have left?" "Lots of everything," he replied, turning around. I didn't notice his face as he did. Even under his apron I could make out a huge bulge that must have been straining his jeans to their breaking point. "What'll you have?" Regaining my composure, I scanned the menu board full of colorful pictures and settled on a bomb pop. As he turned to retrieve it for me, his t-shirt rode up ever so slightly in the back and I caught a quick glimpse of part of a tattoo in the small of his back. He turned back to me, bomb pop in hand. With a smile, he leaned forward to hand it to me and as he did, said, "No charge. I'm closing up now. I have to take the truck back to the warehouse where I store it." "Thanks," I said, surprised at his generosity. There was a look on his face that I couldn't quite read. I studied him perhaps a little too long, and he took notice. "I've seen you before," he said. "You were hosting blindfolded in the motel a couple of blocks from here. I came by and used your hole after work." My hole twitched involuntarily. I had always wondered what it would be like, running into someone I didn't recognize but who recognized me. Part of the fun of taking anonymous loads blindfolded is that you never know if someone you see on the street, or meet at the office, has been in your holes and knows who you are. Intrigued, I leaned on the small counter outside the service window. "Yeah?" I asked. "What did you think?" He grinned. "It was amazing. In fact, I'd love to use it again." "I'm not doing anything now, how about you?" I asked as my cock started stiffening in my pants. I was breathless with anticipation, hoping he would agree. "Hell yeah," he said, still grinning. "Hop in. The warehouse I'm headed to is used to store food trucks. They'll all be out by now, so we can park and have the whole place to ourselves." I didn't need any more urging. I slid open the passenger side door as he folded up the service shelf and closed the awning over the window. Hoping in the driver's seat, he shut off the music and started the engine as I buckled into the passenger seat. Before he put the truck in gear, though, he turned to me. "I want you blindfolded again, is that cool?" I nodded eagerly. "Hell yeah!" The grin returned to his face and he threw the truck in gear and lurched away from the curb. We had driven down the street only a few blocks past my building when he turned left into an alley. A hundred yards down, there was a large metal rolling door in the building on the right. He stopped the truck, hopped out, and walked over to the door. Sliding a key into a box mounted to the wall next to the door, he turned it, and the door began moving with a rattle. He hopped back in the truck, and once the door was open wide enough he drove through. The space inside was cavernous. The roof was about 30 feet high and lined with clerestory windows that brought light to the interior. The warehouse was divided into stalls that resembled cages, with steel posts supporting chicken wire. I assumed that each stall was for a truck, and the wire fencing intended to prevent theft of the trucks or their contents while they were unattended. As he promised, the place was empty. The engine noise of the truck reverberated off the walls, a cacophony of echoes in the empty space. He swung the truck into a stall about halfway down on the left. The back wall was lined with cabinets and freezers; presumably this is where he kept his excess inventory so he could stock the truck each day. Against the cage wall on my side of the truck was a stainless steel table on casters, about five feet long and three feet high. He shut off the engine and we sat for a moment in the sudden silence. Motioning for me to stay in the truck, he hopped out and walked around to my side. Sliding the door open, he reached into the glove box and pulled out a blindfold and a small brown bottle. I also spied a bottle of lube, which he left in its place as he closed the glove box again. Silently he motioned for me to turn my head away from him and I complied; the next moment the blindfold was over my eyes and tied tight behind my head. Next, I detected a familiar scent and realized he had placed the open brown bottle under my right nostril. I held my left closed to get the full effect and inhaled deeply. My head swam and I felt a warm rush of relaxation and lust all at once. He still said nothing, instead unbuckling my seat belt and helping me down from the truck. Once standing outside the truck he silently undressed me, and I heard the soft whisper of my clothes falling to the floor. By this time I had a raging hardon, and wasted no time in freeing it from my boxers. Once I was naked, he guided me away from the truck until I felt cold steel pressing against my thighs. The rolling table. I instinctively understood what he wanted me to do, and so with his help I climbed up onto the table, onto my hands and knees. Then the sounds of a belt being unbuckled and more clothes hitting the floor. The brown bottle made another appearance under each of my nostrils this time, and I inhaled deeply as he held the opposing nostril closed each time. My head was swimming as he pulled me forward so I was laying prostrate on my stomach. The cool steel felt amazing against my rock-hard cock and my nipples. I felt the tip of his cock press against my lips and I opened my mouth to engulf his shaft. He placed his hands behind my head as he expertly guided the entire length of his cock into the back of my throat. It had the taste of sweat and piss that I expected from someone who had been working all day. I swallowed his entire length, which I judged to be about 9 inches. I stuck my tongue out to caress his balls as they touched my chin. I began to drool as he slid that monster in and out of my throat and I suppressed my gag reflex as best I could. Before long, his cock was covered in thick saliva. It's a perfect time for him to fuck me, I thought, but he had other plans. Withdrawing his cock from my throat, I heard him walk away and then one of the freezer door latches clicked, as though he had opened it. I strained to hear what he was doing since I couldn't see. The suspense was killing me. Was he going to feed me ice cream to chill my mouth before he used it some more? Fuck me with a bomb pop? My head swam with possibilities. Finally I heard his soft footsteps returning and a slight 'click'. i couldn't quite place it. It wasn't a lube bottle popping open, that much I knew, more like a plastic cap being unscrewed. Then I felt something small, hard and cold on my ass. An ice cube? That must be it. He slid it back and forth in my ass crack, from my taint almost to my tailbone. I felt the cold on my cheeks and the slight wetness as it began to melt while he teased me. It came to rest against my now extremely hungry hole. And then, I felt a pressure, and the ice cube was inside me! It felt amazing. He pushed the ice deep into my hole, following it with not one but two fingers. It melted quickly, and as it did he slid his fingers in and out, making my hole slick and causing a bit of water to trickle down my taint to my balls. I was in heaven! Unable to see, my imagination displayed images in the dark of what this horny big-dicked guy was doing to my hole. I was settling in, enjoying the stroking, when he removed his fingers and I felt cold against my hole again. Another ice cube! As with the last one, he slid it deep inside me and then stroked his fingers in and out while it melted. He repeated this action three more times. In total he had slid five ice cubes inside me. My hole spasmed around his fingers each time, and in my mind I pictured how wet and sloppy my hole must be by now. That was when the attention on my hole stopped, and I felt the little brown bottle under my nose again. Two hits in each nostril had my head swimming as he placed the tip of that glorious cock back in my mouth. I sucked on it greedily, hungry for the cum inside his balls but desperate to feel it shooting deep inside me. It would be a terrible waste if after all this build-up, he just shot down my throat! But I wasn't to be disappointed. He stepped away again, withdrawing his slickened cock from my throat. His footsteps moved to beside the table, then to the opposite end near my feet. He grabbed my ankles without a word and began pulling, indicating that I was to slide down the table toward him. I complied, and in a moment my feet were on the floor and I was bent over the table. Then he was gone, under the table. I heard two metallic 'clicks' and before I knew what was happening, he had shackled my wrists to the table. In most cases I would have panicked and tried to flee, but I was so turned on, so eager to please this man, that I just went with it. He stood up from under the table and came behind me, and I felt a new and different pressure on my slicked-up hole. This was warm and a little yielding, unlike those hard ice cubes had been. Still silent, he pushed the head of his cock into my ass and without stopping, slid balls-deep until his pubic mound pressed into my ass cheeks. He let out a sigh of satisfaction, then finally he spoke. "Fuck, my cum feels so good inside you." His cum? Then I realized: the ice cubes weren't water, of course, they were frozen loads, chunks of frozen cum that he was now using as lube to fuck my aching ass. It felt amazing and I sank into it as he plunged that massive member in and out of me. He smacked my ass and then grabbed me by the hips. I grabbed the edges of the table to steady myself as his pace increased. I was very glad he had locked the casters on the table, otherwise he'd have fucked me clear across the warehouse! At last, I felt his thick shaft stiffen, and I knew I was about to receive a fresh load from him. His grip on my hips tightened and I felt his body go rigid, and he emitted an animalistic bellow as his cock started jerking inside me, releasing what I could only imagine was a massive load deep in my guts. His grip relaxed, as did the rest of his body, but he left his cock in my ass. I gave a couple of squeezes to milk out any remaining cum, and each time it made him shudder with pleasure. At least, he withdrew. "You made a mess of my cock," he chastised playfully. "Now you have to clean it up." I'm a huge fan of ass-to-mouth so I was excited to hear him say that. His cum dribbled out of my hole as he climbed on the table, leaving me shackled for the moment. He sat in front of me, one leg draped over each of my arms so his shaft was in line with my mouth. As he slid the head past my lips, he pulled off the blindfold. There, in place of his shaved-off pubes, was a biohazard tattoo. I was stunned into momentary paralysis as he continued sliding his shaft into my mouth. He had stealthed me, with not one but six loads! But I was not as horrified by this as I always thought I would be. My cock stiffened as I sucked his cock, the taste of cum and ass and blood - yes, I tasted blood - mixed on my tongue. What had happened? But I could not stop enjoying this beautiful cock. I wanted another load from it, tattoo be damned. And as it hardened in my mouth, I knew I would get one. I worked my head back and forth, up and down his shaft until he let out a softer moan this time and I felt him pump another load down my throat. I gobbled it up lest I accidentally spill any when he pulled out. Finally he was done, and he hopped off the table and unlocked the shackles. My knees almost buckled from the thorough fucking he had given me. He steadied me with his arm, then gathered my clothes and placed them on the table so I could get dressed. "We're cool?" he asked. I nodded, a satisfied smile on my face. "Oh, yeah. I realized after I saw your tattoo that you've fucked me before, so why fight it?" He smiled. "I'm glad. That is one amazing set of holes you have. I'd like to do this on the regular. I even have some friends who would love to join in." The cumdump slut inside me perked up on hearing this. "Absolutely!" I replied. "Especially convenient since you're so close." Now dressed, he walked me to the rolling door, which I realized had remained open this entire time! I couldn't help but wonder, with an inner chuckle, if anyone had heard his great bellow as he knocked me up. I hoped so. I walked back up the alley to the street, then walked the few blocks home, his cum seeping from my abused hole the entire time. I jacked off three times that night, thinking about the poz loads swimming in my guts. And I resolved, there and then, to take as many more as I could from this man before the summer - and ice cream truck season - was over.

So two days ago I decided to be a real slut at the adult bookstore. I got completely naked in a booth knelt on the ground and put a blindfold on and had the door open and there windows in the booths on both sides. I don't care to suck that much, rather get fucked but decided that is what most guys want there. There were five or six guys that came in I have no idea what they looked like young old and I sucked them and swallowed their cum. Then when I had taken care of everyone and got dressed I left the booth. As I was getting ready to leave I see this hot guy in a booth with the door open young guy he's sitting down jerking off. So I go in his booth and go down and suck on him and then he said very casually would you rather sit and I said you mean on your raw cock and he said sure so I did. I bounced up and down for a while and then he started to groan and he came in me, huge load. So I asked him afterwards so was that a charged load and he said yes it was. And I said great I love poz loads in me and he smiled as I left the bookstore.

I dropped in at the Baths on my way home from work. I planned to get sucked and maybe fuck a little. I was 90% Top. Due to my size (6'4", 220 lbs), guys tended to get overwhelmed when I engulfed them. The guys I attracted, or was attracted to, were straight-acting Bottoms, frequently married or Bi, who had little experience dealing with a guy like myself-who dwarfed them in size, overpowered them, and used their Asses for my satisfaction. Anyway, I made eye-contact with an Italian Hunk. He pursued me into the Maze where we connected. What surprised me was that he was not interested in my Cock. On the contrary, he went straight for my Ass. massaging it beneath my towel. Before I knew it, the towel fell to the floor; and he'd maneuvered behind me. I wasn't about to get screwed by him or any other guy; but momentarily humored him, and let him explore my Ass Crack. That excited him and the others who were watching. 'What's this?' I agonized. 'Screw Me Day?' They all seemed to want the same thing, but no way was I going to whore out my Butt to that group of guys. I must admit one of them, a Black Dude with a nice long, thick Cock, turned me on. And when I split, he followed me to the Sauna. We started fooling around. It didn't take long for me to conclude that he, too, wanted my Pussy. After he made a few overt passes, I called it quits and took a hike. After I'd circled the halls several times, I ran into the Black Dude again, accompanied by his Latino Pal. "God, I need to be fucked," spouted Miguel. He sure did have a sweet Ass, and I volunteered to service it for him. The three of us headed to their room. I started to fuck the Hispanic and the Black climbed on my back. As I gave way, the Latino ducked out from under me, grabbed his towel, and vamoosed. That left the two of us alone in the room on the bunk, the Black's Cock poised at my Cunt. I realized I'd been duped by the two. Their real intent had been to get me fucked. The Black plowed my Hole. In my compromised position, I could barely resist. Actually I didn't try very hard. Considering my earlier experiences, I'd become somewhat resolved. He slid in and out and yodeled he was gonna shoot. Afterward I was on the commode when they came in the john. "You breed his Ass?" "Like takin' candy from a baby," the Black replied. "And did you POZ his Cunt?" "All I know is that Whitey's walkin' around with the biggest, badest Load of Bug Juice this Dude's ever shot." POZ me? Bug Juice? I blanched and sat stone still till they left. I was stunned. Sure, it was bound to happen. But what the hell, I was a Top! Tops aren't supposed to get POZZED; but I feared my day of reckoning had cum. Of course, one POZ Fuck doesn't spell HIV. Lots of guys bottom for years and never get the Bug. In a daze I stumbled back to the Maze. And who was waiting for me there, but the Italian I'd met early on. Only now, stretched and lubed courtesy of one Long Black Dong, I was easy pickings for the European's Manmeat. He slid right into me, no questions asked, and in no time shot up my Ass. Again we'd gained an audience; and again, the key attraction was my Butt. When he withdrew, another to took his place-then another-and another. Overall, I took half a dozen Loads that afternoon. I began to think, 'Why not?' If I had the Virus up my Ass, it'd be self-serving to keep it to myself. Yeah, sure, they could have acerbated things by grinding the POZ Stew into my Ass Walls, but, then again, I suspected my days as a NEG TOP were numbered. So since I already had the Virus in me, I took off to see how the Bottom half lived.

Not usually but if the guy has a lot of girth to his cock I can feel him pulse inside me. It’s rare but it happens. Most of the time I just know by them pulling up their pants. Lol

I have done both of these events multiple times. Both occur at different times and both are excellent. I stay at CCBC in near Plm Springs for leather prode. It's a clothing optional resort with lots of open areas for public sexual indulgence. The events away from CCBC, like at Canyon Club, have a good deal of open sex at them as well. All in all though Leather Pride is a social event, so if you aren't staying at a sex resort you are likely to be disappointed. Pig Week, by contrast. is a 10 day sexual marathon made for pigs like me. I have even worked part of the event (see attached pic). Everyday there is a multi-hour sex party some place, including a couple that take place at Inn Leather on the two Saturday's of the event. If you still need more sex after all that, hooking up at the clothing optional resorts or hitting one of the great sex outlets (sex club 321Slammer, 24 hour bathhouse Clubhouse 2) Fort Lauderdale has to offer can help round out your days of sexual gluttony

It can and does. My other half and I both find sexual monogamy among males to be unnatural. We males are beats of Lust. The result is that we have a relationship NOT based on Jealousy of the Other, which is how relationships operate today. If we fuck around with other guys--together or separate--we know it is to satisfy our Natural sexual drives as males. He has been the camera guy on a number of my porn scenes, spending hours watching me getting fucked, fisted and cock milked for the cameras. He was with me for part of Pig Week a couple years ago and was in a sling getting fucked by a line guys while I was being held down on a leather covered picnic table and getting fisted by 5 guys. He returned home after the first 3 days of it knowing that I was there for the remainder filming porn scenes and getting heavy open use at the daily/nightly sex parties and totally fine with it because we each know the other takes the priority in our lives. We Love each other deeply and the commitment is an emotional one. We encourage each other to indulge in the carnal pleasures the male body is made for. People need to stop buying into the false Xian construct that conflates sex and Love as synonymous (with Lust being evil and bad). Guys also need to stop confusing the dopamine high of a good fuck as the foundation of a good relation.

Thank you @drscorpio, hadn't realised how quickly the weeks had passed. Unfortunately work doesn't stop and had a particularly busy couple of months that stole all of my focus and creative juices 🙂

This week was definitely weird. On Monday I had a really hot literally flipflop session with my usual 51 y/o fb. I can’t say that I was extremely hungry because the night from Saturday to Sunday I spent with my 18 y/o mate. I was his first fuck, he gave his virginity to me and I infected him with my hypersexuality. When he talks about his adventures, I am always wondering if there is anything, which can offer something new for him. During this 8 months, He tried more than me during my first 15 years. However, we spent a hot night together. He didn’t let me sleep, he was continuously horny and wanted me to fuck him. When I said no because I was tired he fucked me. He cum trice, every time he was riding on my cock. I also cum three times onto our chest. We started to fuck around 9 pm and finished next day around 1 pm. Of course we took some break but theses pauses never lasted more than half an hour except when we slept in a couple of hours between 3am and 7 am and 8 am and 11 am. If you think that I wasn’t horny next day (on Monday) you are obviously wrong. I was, and therefore, was it perfect when this 51 y/o fb visited me in the evening. That session lasted for 2-3 hours and we cum into each other’s mouth. It is a kind of tradition among us, we both love to kiss with jizz in our mouth. After it I had to work a lot but I wasn’t nervous because I knew that on Thursday I would have a threesome. Since we agreed on this with this 51 y/o and the athletic 25 y/o. Although this latter one is my super sexy, super handsome and super kind favourite fuckbuddy he is a typical untrustworthy gay guy unfortunately. He figured out that he wanted to have sex only with the third guy who was in this but promised me that he would visit me after their session. I didn’t understand how could somebody organise a one on one session instead of a threesome. This is a practical and moral question in the same time. And I didn’t understand either why my older buddy didn’t try to explain it to our friend. TBH it really embarrassed me and I lost my mood, which is big deal because I am almost always ready for sex. But now I felt hurt and fucked over. This weird mood was with me still on Friday. However, on Saturday I was horny again. I desperately tried to find a guy who was open for sex but it was a tragedy. So, I decided to sleep and hoped that Sunday would be really a funday. I had doubts but thought that I would find somebody until the evening. On Sunday morning I got some messages and I texted some guys but everyone seemed hopeless. And then, this twenty something Asian guy texted me and asked if we fuck each other. I was surprised and happy. I was preparing myself while another fb texted me. He had disappeared for weeks, which made me sad because he was also really hot guy. Muscled with a sexy belly, hairy chest and nice tattoos. I replied that I agreed with that Asian guy but he could join us if the other was in. He was. And we had a nice threesome. The second guy was full top and really generous because he unloaded both of us. The Asian guy cum onto his chest while the top was fucking him and we were kissing. Before it, I fucked him, he fucked me, the top fucked both of us. But the best moment was when I was in the middle. We were playing for almost two hours when both of them was satisfied, the top was over his third cum (it was in me) and they wanted me to cum. They were laying beside me and smearing, kissing and jerking my dick. I shot some really huge loads. They just left when my bottom buddy texted me that he wanted to be fucked. I replied that I need some time. Not much later a guy texted me that he wanted to drop a load. I obviously couldn’t say no. So, came, and let me to give him a nice rimjob. After it he fucked my throat. When everything was covered with my saliva he forced me onto my fourth and fucked me without mercy. I really enjoyed it. Finally he bred me as it was required. When he finished, I dressed up, jumped in my car and headed to this bottom guy. He is one of the few guys for whom I am willing to be only top. It’s a big deal because I always want to be fucked as well. But this guy has a really nice but and tasty hole. I always literally eat his ass. I did it so and when both of us were eager to fuck, I fucked him. I fucked him long and hard until he begged to stop it. Honestly it happened in the right time because after an hour long almost continuous fuck I also was exhausted. Unfortunately I couldn’t cum. I was already at home when another fuckbuddy texted me but I had to say no because I was totally done. All in all this Sunday was really funday.

I don’t have any racial preferences. But I do notice back guys have more rounded and fuller buttcheeks which I love. Also, black bottoms tend to be able to deal with my size easier than white bottoms. having said that, black bottoms in my experience, have been really receptive to a regular thing, I suspect they have been deprived of good dick because all white bottoms long for the BBC and black bottoms are always frustrated, their need for dick not satisfied. I provide good dick and shoot long wads of cum, no racial hang ups here.

Hmmm...unsure for myself. I had a longer-term relationship when I was younger, but I needed more and he was somewhat traditional. So we parted ways; no cheating. He’s happily married today with another man and has kids...definitely not for me!!! We have kept in touch, but wouldn’t say we’re friends. With that relationship experience, I’ve thought about a relationship for me over these past years as I’ve really explored my sexuality and found myself as a true CumDump “no load refused.” I don’t think I want a relationship right now. I know “I” don’t want a DOM man to control me. Would I like a sleazy partner to love and be with all the time? I do t think so. Though if true love and sleaze (yes we need a better definition) can be together, I wonder if two CumDumps or sleazy bottoms would be a better couple, versus a bottom/top/versatile being together. I don’t know...I m unsure about the concept of “love/sleaze being together. But what I think I know, based on solid relationships of a few of my friends/my uncle, is that it has less to do with if the two can love each other and do sleaze, it has more to do with, love and being absolutely best friends, sharing intimate thoughts regarding your sleazy/nasty/whoring needs with no judgment, and finally being totally open to let the other partner go play as he needs. I know three of these relationships. They seem to work, but maybe also it just takes a certain type of person who just doesn’t get jealous...is that possible?

Thanks, Marc. This is exactly the type of info I was looking for to put my mind at east. I'm going to stay put and I agree that remote location will be an asset. Plus, it's a block away from the Bears Party which is starting again that weekend. I'm so looking forward to simply assuming the position (on all fours) and will be grateful for any loads I get!

Absolutely. My partner and I share a philosophy that differentiates between "play" and "intimacy". We realised that although well suited for each other in most respects, in terms of kink and sleaze there was some stuff we were into individually, that the other was not. We developed a few ground rules, and it means we can play with others without fear of making the other feel uncomfortable or jealous. It works well for us.

Part 6 - The Cousins Gift Banbury was not short of guys Sampson noticed after changing his location, he was spending a quiet night in wearing only his underwear and laying on the bed slowly scrolling through the profiles. Skipping over the weird ones as he called them who wore leather chaps or boots up to their knees with shaved heads. They generally looked like nasty rough men and he tended to avoid them. Except one that caught his attention that wore bleached denims and red boots with yellow laces. His flies were open and his cock was hanging out supported by a shiny cock ring that caught his eye. Sampson scrolled back up and down the profile of SkinMike28 and read through his description 'Shaved arse, balls and 8 inch uncut rock hard. Give and take but usually give twice as hard'. Sampson chuckled and looked down to the pictures again, so the guy wasn't bad looking he thought, actually quite sexy with his dark brown sultry eyes. Sampson paused for a moment before sending him a flame whilst his other hand was casually playing with his cock that was semi hard looking at SkinMike28's pictures. There was no question he needed arse to fuck and was feeling very horny tonight, rudely he was interrupted by a knocking at his door and Marlon's voice calling out. Sampson locked his phone and went over to unlock and open the door letting him in. "What do I owe this pleasure for?" Sampson asked smiling at Marlon. Marlon shrugged watching him close and lock the door "Haven't had chance to catch up with you" he said. Sampson walked back to the bedroom "I am horny so you can play bitch for me!" he said making it clear. Marlon turned to look at him "Is that so?" he questioned already pulling his jeans off. Sampson chuckled "I knew you would come begging" he said moving towards him, "Beg for it!" he suddenly demanded. Marlon smirked back at him "No!" he replied confidently, "You want it as much as me" he said sitting on the bed. Sampson moved closed and stood towering above Marlon then pushed him back grabbing his legs as they swung up. Wasting no time he guided his cock to the exposed perfect tightly closed hole, Marlon groaned deep in his chest feeling Sampson rub the head of his cock up against his hole. An itchiness crawled through his arse in desperation needing Sampson's cock inside to sooth it. He didn't need to worry and quickly flung his hands against Sampson's shoulders to push him back, his hole forced open abruptly by Sampson's cock forcing its way inside. With the head resting inside he toyed with Marlon's hole pulling back a tiny amount then forward again, repeating this knowing that Marlon would soon beg to feel the fullness of his cock deep inside him. He played Marlon for several minutes and could see in his eyes he was begging for it, but he wanted to hear him say it, he needed Marlon to beg vocally for his cock. Sampson began pulling the head out and instinctly Marlon's hands grabbed his hips pulling him forward 'Fuck me!' he pleaded his voice going up an octave in desperation. Sampson smirked and pushed his hips forward in one rapid thrust, Marlon cried loudly, his hole stretched open letting the cock tear past the tight resistance until Sampson was up to his balls in Marlon's guts. Allowing no time for Marlon to adjust he started paying him rapid hard thrusts that hit deep into Marlon's core. His fingers clawing at Sampson's hips and digging in hard leaving red marks. Struggling to get his breath or cry, the burning in his arse soothing the fuck itch he had that made him come begging for it. Marlon looked up in to his cousins eyes that stared back at him, there was an undeniable look of hunger in both of them. Marlon raised his head and looked down only to see the trail of Sampson's pubic hair melding in to his, his head flopped back down moaning, he knew Sampson had penetrated him deep and was intent to giving him one hell of a deep fucking. Sampson put some of his knowledge to good use and gyrated his hips then pulled back only to slam forward, the fingers digging deeper in to his skin as Marlon cried out in pleasure. Short sharp deep thrusts followed each one tearing more in to Marlon's arse exposing him to the virus leaking out in the precum, each thrust smearing the precum against the small tears starting a chain reaction of infiltration on his clean cells, spreading from the source to dominate his body. His heart unknowingly pumping the virus around his body. Sampson's warm breath caressed Marlon's neck spurring him on even more and begging for Sampson to fuck him. He looked Marlon in the eye and moved in to a steady rhythm of thrusting, his balls tapping away gently at Marlon's arse tightened and he knew there was no holding back now. The tiny amount of virus already infecting Marlon was about to get supercharged with millions more joining the invasion. Marlon moved his hands up around Sampson's back gripping hold of him feeling the change in Sampson's cock as it neared completion of its task. Sampson raised his head and groaned loudly pushing his down hard locking his cock deep inside Marlon, 'Fuck yes!' Sampson cried feeling his cock jump releasing its potent seed deep in to Marlon. His orgasm kept coming in waves, his balls desperate to unload as much cum as they could pump out seemed to go on. Marlon felt his own cock spewing over his stomach, the excitement to much to bear and he allowed his body to go rogue and please itself savouring the thrill. Sampson collapsed forward on to Marlon and they shared a brief kiss, Marlon crossed his legs around Sampson's waist holding him inside, his arms wrapping around Sampson's back. Laying there enjoying the gentle post orgasm thrusts that kept coming from Sampson's hips, a feeling of satisfaction and intimacy that he only felt with Sampson. Marlon stared off in to the distance with a blank expression, his thoughts strangely turning to his cousin and the realisation hitting him, he loved his cousin more than his girlfriend, both in person and sexually. Unable to comprehend the feelings Marlon blinked and focused back to Sampson who was now looking at him in strange way, Sampson was unable to tell if Marlon was now regretting his actions. He smiled and pulled Sampson down, their lips touched briefly then again only this time they kissed lightly, slowly parting their lips with each tender kiss until they locked lips and tongues danced around pushing into each others mouths. Sampson delicately continued to gyrate his hips bringing his cock back up to full erection and gently began fucking Marlon, churning the cum already deposited, locked in their kiss a simple moment of time where they shared a closeness verging on love making. Sampson slowly caressed the inside of Marlon's arse with his cock, in the strangest way he found a pleasure he had never experienced before. A connection between their bodies that lasted for almost an hour taking them to a new level of exploration. Their bodies seamlessly moving together in a sensual dance until his orgasm came and went in a flurry of increased pace and biting on Marlon's upper lip before sinking his tongue back inside Marlon's mouth. Sampson rolled on to his back releasing Marlon who laid there a shaking mess of his former self, conflicted and confused by his cousin he breathed heavily calming himself down and shaking off the dangerous thoughts. Marlon sat up and swung his legs over the bed "I asked her to marry me" he quietly said. Sampson turned his head and glanced at the back of Marlon "Why?" he asked stroking Marlon's arm. "Its the right thing to do" Marlon replied pulling his underwear on, "kind of expected of me" he said. Sampson sighed "Where does that leave us?" he asked. Marlon glanced back at him "I have responsibilities now" he said unable to stop looking at Sampson's cock. Sampson glanced at him "You didn't answer my question" he said looking Marlon in the eye. "This needs to stop" Marlon said tinged with sadness. "I can't do this anymore" he finished off. Sampson grinned then swept off the bed "Until you get desperate for me to fuck you" he said arrogantly. Marlon slipped on his shirt and trousers "Just promise me if I do you send me on my way" he said quietly. Sampson came round and kissed Marlon "I promise I will, but only after I have seen to you" he said grinning. "Don't. You make this so hard Samps, I have to stop this" Marlon moved away tucking his shirt in. Sampson stood there with his arms folded smirking. "See you in the morning" Marlon said and left. Marlon closed the caravan door and a tear slowly trickled down his cheek, wiping his eye he walked across the commune, his arse still full of Sampson's toxic cum that already found its way in to his body and was taking hold of him. Sampson showered and crept in to bed, the sex with Marlon had taken his mind off feeling unwell again, switching the light off he resolved himself to visit the hospital in a few days to try and get some idea of why he was feeling like this. He knew he would have to go them some actual contact details rather than the fake one he used before if he really wanted to find out the truth. Sampson had a few busy weeks and put the visit to hospital out of his head, he was playing a very careful game with the skinhead, leaving things a few days before replying to any messages which in fact is exactly what the guy was doing to him. Dangling the bait and being distant not wanting to portray any sign of desperation. Sampson walked in to the A&E department unable to shift the cough that had gone to his chest, the receptionist tried to refer him back to his doctor until Sampson explained he was from out of town and wasn't registered with one. Sat there for several hours waiting until just before 4pm he was taken through and examined and given some antibiotics for his chest and sent to get some blood tests. Having left his actual phone number this time Sampson got in to his 4x4 and lowered his head on the steering wheel for several minutes trying to shake off his headache before driving back to the commune. After a good nights sleep he felt a little better now the antibiotics were slowly kicking in and spent the day working with the guys, Marlon had come down with a cold and discreetly accused Sampson of giving it to him having seen how poorly Sampson had been. He was doing his best to avoid sexual contact with Sampson and was being quite successful, but every time he was near him his cock stirred and his thoughts wondered to that night where they engaged so sensually together. The thought of kissing Sampson turned Marlon on even more and he was fighting the urge to call on him again. Sampson sat in the back of the truck waiting for the guys to be finished when his phone rang, answering it the person introduced themselves from the Sexual Health clinic and needed to make an urgent appointment for him to see the consultant, Sampson got out of the truck to take the call and walked down the road on the phone nodding and talking quietly. He made an appointment for the following afternoon at 3pm then hung up and returned to see Marlon waiting for him by the truck. "Ready to head back?" Marlon asked looking concerned at the strange look on Sampson's face. Sampson nodded "Yes, you all done then?" he asked trying to be as near to normal. Marlon was about to say something but Sampson had already got in the truck waiting for them to pack the tools in the back. Sampson looked around and opened the app to see a message from the skinhead inviting him over tonight, he typed a quick reply agreeing to be there at 8pm then putting his phone back in his pocket he sat back feeling a lot happier looking forward to meeting the skinhead that he was finding more and more sexually interesting. The guy clearly had a tight muscular build that showed off perfectly under his Fred Perry polo shirt, he wondered if he would be agreeable to wear his boots whilst they had sex. So lost in this thought it took Marlon to punch him on the arm to bring his attention back and shift over so he could get in the truck. The drive back to the commune involved Marlon making small talk with Sampson, it was nothing like the conversation Marlon really wanted to have with him which was to ask why he was suddenly so distracted. Marlon kept glancing at his mysterious cousin trying to work out if he had turned all gay, especially since Sampson had fended off the advances of his girlfriends sister who had shown a keen interest in him. The truck came to a stop and Sampson was gladly climbed out and headed to his caravan to lock himself away for some peace and quiet, Marlon did have a tendency to chatter on and he couldn't even remember what their conversation had been about on the drive back. He glanced back to say good bye to Marlon who pointed to his eyes then at Sampson in a clear indication that he was watching him.

Well I didn't stop thinking about it - Next Saturday I woke up with a massive hardon. When the afternoon came I headed to the bathouse fully expecting not to see the blonde lad. When I arrived I went to the bar for a drink and last weeks guy came past and said "thanks for making me yours". I told him he was welcome. Then I took a shower and went to the steam room. I couldn't believe it as there was the blonde lad sitting in there and as I walked across the room I could see his monster stir beneath his towel. He told me he overheard the other guy begging for my poz load and he knew it was wrong but he also knew it was time and he needed it. I asked him his name and he told me it was Danny. I took his hand and led him to my cabin. We made out and sucked each others cocks. Eventually I said - "do you really want this. I'm not on meds and I'll probably poz you". Danny sat up showing his abs glistening with sweat and said "more than anything - make me pregnant - make me yours". I kissed him as I slid my cock into his tight hole. I licked his ear and said "I'm going to make love to you" and he groaned and slid back on my cock. I picked up the speed ploughing into him and sometimes slowing down to kiss him. I took a sniff of poppers, offered them to Danny who greedily inhaled and then said "poz me sir" and that pushed me over the edge and I shot into his hole - a strong load. Without even touching his cock he shot a massive load of cum onto my chest. I held him in my arms and Danny turned his blue eyes to me and said "I think I love you sir".

@BlackDude you are absolutely correct. When I put in an ad; “CumDump- NO LOAD REFUSED.” It means I take all cocks, any cocks, no matter your age, weight, race, cock size, or anything else. It’s all about the top’s pleasure. Most of us “real” CumDumps operate that way. If a CumDump advertising “no loads refused” and they stat asking you questions, then move on to the next one unless your ready to see if you pass their ridiculous test.

It's similar to a female gspot orgasm where the tops cock has to hit a specific spot. Especially if he's not thicker than longer. I've been with some tops before that were doctors and they knew exactly where to hit and rub with the head of their cock once inside. I had never experienced it before then. The feeling was amazing. He had me lay on my back and put a pillow under my ass. I was pretty well lubed up and he slowly worked my hole open to the point where my ring wouldn't clench. I don't know what angle he was going in at but I i felt some light pressure and he told me everything he was doing at the same time. Told me not to touch my penis and that it would cum in it's own time. Fuck was he right lol. He slow fucked me for about 30 minutes and my cock was just drooling precum. He eventually cuffed my hands because i kept trying to stroke my cock. He picked up the pace when he saw me starting to get hard without even touching. i could feel my pulse in my prostate as his head kept massaging it. Anyway, when I came, i felt it building deep in my ass then felt the energy going up my cock and tightening my balls. I told him I was going to cum and sure enough my penis just started squirting one right after another. more than i usually did. he kept up the pace and practically milked my prostate with the head of his cock. he kept going until i was begging him to stop since it became more intense the longer he went but it was like i had no more cum to cum lol.

I’ve had several over the years, and mine were/are exactly as described here. But the first one I remember best. I had no idea what was happening. I climaxed for over five minutes, the most cum I had ever shot, even uncontrollable pissing felt incredible. When it subsided, I was totally exhausted and spent, and a wet and dripping mess. Took me a good half hour to get out of the sling, my legs were so weak. Good memories!

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

Authors note: Hiya, longtime fan first time post! Don't have a lot of experience with chems so hope my descriptions ain't too out of water. I'm just a chaser trying to live out my fantasy! "Hey kid, meet me at that new Church in town! Ill be there on Sunday. Uncle Dom x" Looking up from the text, Andrew glanced across the street at the old grey concrete church across the way. 'New'? This thing didn't look it, maybe it was a new congregation? Uncle Dom was an odd type, he'd only seen him a few weeks ago at family dinner when he dropped in. He had taken up a space to Andrews right, his big heavily tattooed arms bulging in his white shirt. The thin shirt did nothing to hide the glint of the metal nipple piercings that stood out on his barrel chest, with hair peaking out over the collar. Uncle Dom was massive, with a shaved head and standing at 6ft 3, he was a real site at the dinner table. Andrew remembered staring holes in the table just not to get caught staring. He knew it was wrong to find his Fathers brother so hot, but he couldn't help it. The dinner was unusual, not just for the fact that his uncle was there, but because Uncle Dom had spent the whole time going on about his new church and how he was really enjoying it. Which was unusual because Uncle Dom was never a religious man, and from the looks of him it was hard to imagine. He had also spent a fair amount of time asking about my age and if I had a girlfriend. It was all very odd, then only a few days later this message came out of the blue. Steeling himself Andrew crossed the street, making his way to the black double doors of the dark church. The cross above the door askew, and Andrew wondered why anyone would ever think to set up in such a rundown shithole like this. Uncle Dom had said he really enjoyed this church, and whilst Andrew wasn't particularly religious himself, he wanted to impress him. Andrew wanted to be a lot like his Uncle Dom, he wanted to shave his head and get tattoos and piercings just like him. He wanted to be big and strong just like his Dad and his uncle, though in that regard he was not. He was 5ft 8, he was skinny, and even though he was 18, he was yet to get a tattoo or a piercing. He wasn't sure how his Dad would take it, it was one thing for his brother, a different thing entirely for his son. Crossing the threshold, a slight chemical smell wafted over him, as he was greeted by the noise and smell of a large group of men. Andrew hesitated at the door, in front of him was the strangest church he had ever seen. The cross was gone, toppled in the corner, pews pushed back and organised in a circle around the centre of the room. The lights had been replaced with red Led's and the windows has been boarded up. Men, and I mean men, were milling around in various states of undress around the pews and the centre of the room talking. A few clouds of white smoke occasionally erupted from the group as these goliaths stood in conversation. Some were shirtless, but others wore leather and rubber, fetish gear clung to tight and muscular frames. Andrew's jaw was practically on the floor when he noticed his uncle approaching him. Authors footnote: So, I'm hoping to follow a poz Sarah Palin worshiping angle. Will put up part 2 shortly. Hope you get a good wank out of it!

The weekend was approaching and I was cruising for some action on Craigslist. I noticed an ad stating there was going to be a barebacking fuck party and they needed more bottoms. So, being a committed BB bottom, I responded. The guy (Sam) explained he and his buddy (Nick) were renting two adjoining rooms for the weekend at a hotel and there would be no more than four bottoms - they were both bottoms and needed two more bottoms for the party. They were renting two adjoining rooms each with two queen beds. After exchanging notes, I understood that I needed to be: 1. Cleaned out at all times, including before I arrived for the party. Additional enemas would be administered as needed. 2. I could not refuse any cock and its load. 3. Poz loads were a definitely a possibility, and, were highly likely. 4. The party started Friday evening and continued until Sunday afternoon. 5. My holes were to be available for loads the entire time. 6. All fucking was going to be bareback - absolutely no condoms were allowed! Being neg, I worried about the poz loads, but the lure of that much cock invading my ass over a weekend was too much to resist. I signed on. I arrived cleaned out, but had mentioned my predilection for wine enemas. Having brought my own supply of wine, and it still being early on Friday afternoon, Nick and Sam, the organizers of the party, gave me a nice wine enema upon my arrival - 50-50, white wine (it doesn't stain if leaked) and water. I let it soak in for an hour and just after expelling it, our first two tops arrived, Being a bit tipsy, I was ready to suck and fuck. We had drawn numbers as to who would be invaded by the first cock. I had been lucky enough to be number two, and so it was in no time I had sucked the second cock nice and hard before rolling over to feel its owner stick it deeply into my tight (well, within reason), asshole. I was in heaven, taking my first cock, and its load, of the weekend. One I knew would be the first of many cocks and loads, far outpacing anything I'd done up until this moment. As I was getting my hole pounded by more cocks, er..., more tops showed up. I reveled in knowing that some, if not all, would be using my hole for their pleasure, and that I'd be taking my pleasure from them. At that moment, only slightly high, the knowledge that some loads would be poz, crossed my mind... I also knew that I had agreed to taking any and all loads and that, most likely, I would not know the "status" of any cock and its load inside me. Though still somewhat sober, I knew I was committed for whatever was going to happen to me. After responding to the ad, and finding out the "rules," I'd done some soul searching and finally decided that, if I hadn't already done so, sooner or later I'd take an, unknown to me, and even perhaps to its giver, a toxic load that would poz me. Getting pozzed, or, somehow, "dodging the bullet," was going to be a matter of fate. Perhaps, like some, Maybe, by an odd stroke of luck, I was resistant to the virus. Perhaps not, but travelling the path I was, of barebacking every cock I took, unless its owner wanted a condom, could (would?) result in me getting converted sooner or later. I had decided to stop worrying about getting knocked up and just accept it when it happened. Soon enough, my first load was in, and it was followed in no time at all by three more. Then there was a lull in the action, so, Sam suggested another wine enema, and of course, loving enemas, and wine enemas even more, I agreed. About the time it had soaked in nicely, six more tops showed up. I quickly lost the enema so my hole could be at their service. I began to lose count of who had their cock inside me and how many loads I'd taken so far. Part of the problem is that, since two of us were sharing a bed, sometimes the top went back and forth between our assholes. But also, the tops were circulating between beds and assholes, so who knew what cock was inside them, and for that matter, who cared? After who knows how many cocks and loads, someone decided I needed yet another wine enema. Who was I to protest? After letting it soak in, and expelling it, I noticed a clock read 11:00 PM and things were getting lively, As soon as one cock unloaded into me, it was replaced by yet another one, I was now beyond knowing, or caring, whether or not it had left its load in me. Viral status? What did the word "toxic: mean at the moment? Neither my asshole nor my inebriated brain cared. Yeah, there were guys, who as I recall now, who had scorpion and what (I now know to be bio-hazard) tattoos in the room, but which cocks had slid into my ass - well, by now, I no longer recalled, nor cared. Now I know what those tats meant, but at that point, I didn't. Not that it would have mattered. Poz loads were now not just accepted, they were readily accepted. Poz loads are part of barebacking, and I was an eager and committed barebacker. Poz loads are simply part of the deal, and sooner or later, one will convert you or not. I do recall one guy mentioning, as he shoved his cock balls deep into me, "I hope you enjoy my hot load." I asked him what ne meant by that, and he said he was pumping me full of his poz load. He sure wasn't the only one to tell me that, but which guy and which cock he was connected to began to blur. At that point, I knew I'd signed onto taking poz loads and at this point, so much poz seed was inside me, more wouldn't really matter. The guys (whomever) gave me another wine enema, and after that, sometimes I woke up vaguely knowing my hole was getting fucked really hard and good. I have no idea how many cocks and loads I took. At one point though, I was woken out of my drunken stupor by anal pain! My hole didn't just ache. The pain was intense! Stabbing! I finally realized that that something huge was inside me and that it was furiously pistoning in and out of me! "Take my poz load you bitch!" Well, I was just conscious enough to know that this guy was pounding the hell out of my hole and he was going to pump a deadly load really deep inside me, and... I was ready for it! I just relaxed, laid there, and reveled in the sheer pain he was giving my hole! I was calm, even though the pain of him ripping me open was intense. The wine numbed me and made it okay. I willing took his toxic load, and if he pozzed, me, then it was fate. In fact, as I laid there and faded back into sleep, I craved his huge cock and the toxicity of his load. Then I fell asleep again. I don't know how many other cocks unloaded into me after I fell asleep. I don't care. I just appreciate that their owners deemed fit to use my abused, open, receptive hole for their pleasure, even while I was drunkenly asleep. Maybe it was as much of a turn on for them as it was for me, to know they used my hole while I was "out." Whatever happened to me while I was that drunk, I deserved. In the morning, I awoke, my hole ached, but, as agreed, I stayed for Saturday's fun. Every stroke hurt my hole, which I accepted as my just dues as an anal bottom. with a hole for someone else's use and pleasure, (including mine, even if it hurt). Yes, sure enough, the fuck flu hit me - pretty hard - as one would expect. I am no longer the neg fresh meat at these parties (I am now part of the trio that organizes them, and I know I was somewhat set up, but I don't care, I had it coming and knew the risks going in), but my (not so longer tight) hole is still appreciated by all of the tops. Plus, even though I am a committed bottom, I have enjoyed sharing the gift, both as a bottom, as well as the occasional top.

Part 1 Chris and Tyler both grew up in conservative homes in the midwest. They both knew early on that they were different. At church, homosexuality was condemned and at school the locker room was full of talk about girls. Chris and Tyler both tried to pray their feelings away but they would always go back to their computers at night and search gay porn. After they got off they would feel nothing but guilt. They thought this would be the way their lives would go. Push the urges down and feel guilty about them when they gave in. They always gave in. Both of them ended up going to the same college and had the same idea once they moved on campus. Give in to the urge now that no one knew them. They were both the only people from their town to go to the school so they didnt have to worry about someone finding out. They both downloaded grindr and thats how they met. They were both bundles of nerves when they chatted but they learned that they had so much in common. They talked about meeting but they both admitted to being scared. It was a big school but they still had the fear of someone finding out. Finally though they did decide to meet but in public like wholesome Christian boys. It was awkward. They didnt know what to say to each other now that they didnt have the safety they felt when they were just messaging in an app. But they were both attracted to each other. Chris was taller by a couple inches but both were athletic from being three season athletes in high school. They even had that in common. That meeting ended with a handshake and they headed back to their dorm rooms. They didnt end up talking about much. Just classes and moving from a small town and dorm life. They had never talked about gay sex with anyone. It was hard to just start. Once they got back on the app just an hour later, their conversation got a lot freer. They both told the other that he was hot and they wanted to get naked together. They went for it and Tyler invited Chris to his dorm room. Once Chris got there the nerves were back. They didnt really know what to do. They kissed. For both of them their first. They were just lips and teeth at first but a hunger started to emerge as they realized they were getting what they had wanted for so long but thought they would never get. They started moaning and breathing heavy tongues exploring the others mouth. Clothes started coming off and they moved to the bed. Tyler's cock was 7 inches cut but Chris was 9 cut and thick. Chris was on top of Tyler grinding his big cock on the hot boy under him. Both of them lost control fast and came almost at the same time. There was a pool of cum between them all over their chest and abs. They never broke their kiss once it started to the moment they came. But once they came down from their cum the guilt set in and Chris got his clothes on fast and ran out. They fell into a routine. They would do most of their talking on the app and eventually they would meet up and grind and make out until they came. The guilt was always there to rush them out. But they started getting bolder on the app after a few weeks and a few hot sessions. Chris decided to see if he could push things a little further. Chris: So you ever think you would wanna do more than what we do? T: You mean making out and getting naked? I like that Chris: Yeah it's amazing but would you ever wanna do more? T: Like what? Chris: What kinds of things do you think about? Tyler didnt respond for a while as he tried to decide whether he could tell Chris about a fantasy he had. Chris: u there? T: Yeah. I saw this video where a guy was watching a couple guys hook up. He just jerked off and didn't touch the guys but I thought it was hot Chris: You want someone to watch us? T: Is that too weird? I didn't really think we would do it or anything Chris: Thats hot. We could try it if you want. Who would it be though? I don't know anyone. T: We could find someone on this app. Chris: Oh yeah lol. So you wanna try to find someone to watch us mess around? T: Sure! The search for a guy to watch them play became an obsession for Chris and Tyler. Chris wanted to try more than just rubbing their bodies together until they came and he was hoping this could be a step in that direction. Tyler had been holding this fantasy longer than he told Chris. He would jerk off in his bedroom at home and fantasize about a hot stranger sitting at his desk and watching. The idea of being watched turned him on like nothing else. They decided to start with guys who contacted them first. After chatting them up they would tell the guy that he had a friend who he messed around with regularly and they wanted someone to watch. Some of the guys weren't into it and other guys who liked it as long as they got to join eventually. Chris and Tyler werent ready for that yet. So that left just a few who seemed ok with the parameters that Chris and Tyler set. They settled on Hunter. He was older and seemed really nice and he even said they could play at his place so they could have more privacy. What Chris and Tyler didnt know was that Hunter was always looking for good Christian boys like them who he could change forever. He bought his home near campus so that students didnt have to worry about finding a ride to his place. Most of the kids on campus didnt have cars so a guy who had his own place and was nearby was always the easiest way to yes. He loved breaking virgin boys in and Chris and Tyler were exactly the type he loved. Usually he would have to find one and convince them to bring a friend, so this was almost too easy. Hunter first reached out to Chris. Hunter could tell from the profile pic that this boy was hot. Smooth and athletic and he said he was 18. When they traded face pics Hunter thought he was in love. This was the cutest boy he would have over in a while. Tyler was no different. This was going to be a hot couple to watch. At first. He talked to Chris about what he wanted to do once they got past rubbing each others bodies and making out. Chris revealed to him that he really wanted to fuck Tyler but he wasnt sure because he was so big and Tyler was a virgin. Plus he felt like he was a top and wasnt sure if he could handle taking Tylers smaller but still sizable cock in him. Hunter knew that if he could find a way to get Tyler let Chris fuck him, he would own them for good. He wanted them to see him as a helpful guide to pleasures they never even had heard about. That would be easy with these two once he got them their first fuck. Chris and Tyler were together when they made the decision to meet Hunter. "His pictures look ok." Tyler shrugged. "Yeah but its not like hes gonna mess around with us too so it doesnt really matter that much." "True" Chris said "but I might get turned off a little if hes a troll." "Hes not a troll." "I know. That's what I'm saying. So you wanna do it?" Tyler knew he could make this fantasy a reality. "Yeah. Let's do it." Hunter happened to be on when they messaged him and said they were up for meeting. H: How about now? Hunter had to wait a while for a response. They must be deciding if they wanted to actually go through with it, he thought. C&T: Ok. Send over the address. We'll probably be 20 minutes. H: Thumbs up

Once we've got COVID under control I want to head out to the U.S - which location is better for fun with hot, older men?

I know at the moment we can't travel much (#Covid) and with enforced closures the scene is in a state of flux. But it's nice to dream. Years back, I used to never go anywhere without my Spartacus book, which listed every bar, club, adult bookstore and gay-friendly business worldwide. That kinda vanished as the internet took over, and while there are some great guides out there that deal with specific places (eg patroc.com in Europe) I wondered if anyone can recommend guides that are US centric or worldwide. I know there are gay travel sites, but they tend to focus on the fluffy twinky places. Particularly I wonder if there is anything that might list the kind of events and places that would appeal to a BZ member... I guess squirt.org has cruising spots. I know there's a site that lists the parties in NYC. But the information is fragmented - it would be nice if it was all in one place - does this exist? eg: was thinking about perhaps a trip to Sawmill in FL and wondered what else of sleazy interest was nearby?

A notepad and pen splash down in the mud next to me (I say mud that’s cos I try not to think about what it really is!) His voice called down from above “Write down how you ended up here and, if you dare, what you think will happen next” The trap door shut with a slam as it dropped in to place, leaving just a few shafts of light drifting down in to the pit. I groped in the ‘mud’ for the pen, finding it I wiped it on my leg. Picking up the notebook it was a lined junior school style one with a plastic cover. That had kept most of the pages dry. Over my time here, I had learnt not to hang around, not to speak unless told to and most of all to do what I am told! Resting the notebook on my knee I opened the first page and thought about how to start... Where am I now? I am somewhere on the west coast of the USA, I don’t know more exactly than that. The man who thrown the notepad down brought me here to this cabin in the woods. In the time I spent above ground I have not heard another person, a car or any other sign of human life. I did not get to spend much time above ground as my first job was to dig this pit. I sit at the bottom of a earthen pit about 15 foot deep and 7 foot square, I dug a few ‘shelves’ in to the earth walls that hold the few items I have been given. Over the top of the pit is an old fashioned out –house with the open shitter lined up to the center of the pit. The wooden floor has a trap door in it and the floor boards have gaps that let in some light. Digging the pit was hard work but the nights in his dog’s kennels made me want to finish the pit as soon as possible to escape their teeth, claws and, worst of all, their big dicks…. Who was I? I was in my mid 40’s when I started on the path that would lead me here. 6”2’ 220lbs at the time although I would guess I am nearer 90lbs now. I used to have a flattop or high and tight as I have heard it called. Very much a bear with a big red beard, and very much a sub. There are very few things more frustrating than being a big guy who’s a sub. Tops want little guys they can throw around! It was that frustration that caused me to post more and more extreme profiles online being very clear about what I wanted. I needed to be used like a bitch, no limits, no options and no way out. Well that’s what I thought but you know the saying be careful what you wish for! How I ended up here, this is going to take some explaining! My profiles got me plenty of interest but the 1st law of the Internet applies! The hornier the guy is, the further away he will be! I was based in the Midlands of England and the tops were in the USA or Australia! Still it meant they were safe to express the wildest and darkest desires. I got chatting to this hot bear on the West Coast of the USA 6”4’ over 240lbs lovely salt and pepper beard cut close and eyes that burned out of the screen. We seemed to be egging each other on looking for a way to shock the other. Nothing was off limits in the chat but what the hell it’s just talk. It’s not like he is going to come to England and kidnap me! I was safe or so I thought. As such chats on sites like Growlr sometimes go it would be a while between chatting but we took up where we left off. After about a year of this chat and others with very little actual meets I was a very frustrated pig. Don’t get me wrong I was getting action just not as hard as I wanted or needed. I was getting fisted at least twice a month and taking as many raw loads as a pig can get. I had a dull job with a large company, when they needed someone to go to the office in the states for 2 months. No one else wanted to go! Let’s face it the destination of Philadelphia did not help and they all played the wife and kids cards, that left Mr Single! The idea of being stuck away from what sex I can get and dumped in a strange city was not something that filled me with joy. Work were pushy making it clear that it was not really an option not to go if I wanted to have a future in the company. So off I want, doing the usual updates on the cruising sites announcing travel plans hoping to get some action. 2nd Law of the Internet, Guys you chat to online vanish when you hit their city! The first 6 weeks passed without much exciting happening a couple of encounters in the local ‘bath house’ but it was even tamer than England! One night cruising Growlr I saw my West Coast Bear. We picked up where we left off, he asked how I was enjoying Philadelphia, and I said that work was nearly as dull as the bathhouse! He replied saying I am lucky I was not on the West Coast or you would not make it back to England. He always knew what button to press. I was rock hard at the thought but I still thought it was safe, after all he was nearly 3000 miles away! We chatted about the serviced apartment work had put me in, nice place but in 6 weeks I had hardly seen anyone except by the pool at the weekend. With the company invoicing my company directly I did not have to worry how much it was costing them. He also asked me about my flight back in two weeks, British Airways Business Class the flight over had been heaven! Making up for the hellish trip from Birmingham to London. With only one flight a day, back to Heathrow it would mean a night there before the train back up to Birmingham. “Sounds like a long trip “ he said “bet you wish you did not have to go back”. “Yes” I said and I meant it! The chat drifted off after that and the next two week plodded on with not much to happening and not seeing my Hot West Coast Bear online again no really kinky chats. WEDNESDAY and my final day in the USA! The goodbye drinks with the boring straights had been Monday Night, Tuesday was my packing day with the flight at midday on Wednesday. If I am being honest I was done with the states and ready to get home! All packed, with my bags by the door I started using up the Jack Daniels. Ending up dozing off mid afternoon waking up in a dark apartment! Turning on the lights I phoned for a pizza and got the cash out by the door ready. Not long later there was a knock at the door, I opened it not really looking as I reached for cash to pay for the pizza. The door was pushed in and a large man burst in to the room. Before I could take in any details he punched me in the stomach as I fell forward meeting his fist on its way up into my face, I landed on the floor. His boots took over, kicking me in the ribs and one landing a blow on my temple. That must have knocked me out as I came too tied up naked on a dinning chair. “Thanks for ordering dinner Bitch, I worked up quite an appetite beating you!” The man speaking was my hot bear from the west coast! I opened my mouth to speak “Don’t talk bitch! You have nothing to say after a year of teasing online, one word of complaint or bitching and it will be your last!” I shut my mouth, and I looked round the room and there was little sign of a struggle although I could not see the entrance to the apartment from where I was tied up. My body hurt, my head hurt my face felt swollen. He poured himself a drink from my JD bottle but he was drinking from a plastic cup, I noticed he was still wearing gloves. He saw me looking at his plastic cup and his gloves, “I know what I am doing Bitch! Even if anyone checks this apartment they will not find my DNA, the pizza guy just saw a white guy with a beard in normal clothes that paid him in cash. He isn’t going to remember me” “I am going to take your bags to the car and once I have loaded it up and packed up the last of your shit, we are going to have a little fun before you vanish from the world. I had a looked around the building this afternoon, and you’re right it’s almost empty. There are not even any security cameras on the main doors! “ I broke “this is crazy” I said “just leave me I will not say anything ...” before I could finish he had got up and moved round towards me “I don’t care if you are having second thoughts or if all you said was a jerk off fantasy” he yelled in my face” this is your life now! If you want out there is just one way and it’s in a box feet first! You're mine now till I am done with you!” He pulled a gun out of his jacket pocket. Now I am English our police don’t even carry guns! This freaked me out more than anything else I am ashamed to say I pissed myself, right there, in the living room tied to a chair. He just laughed in my face, “You pussy! And I thought you would be hard to break, just seeing a gun and you piss yourself!” He went back to his chair and ate the pizza, I was a wreck, I could not stop crying I realised if he got me out of the apartment and in to his car that was it there was no way I would be seen again. I tried to think about what he had told me about himself, he had mentioned time in the army and he currently did something in the medical field, selling supplies or training I forget which. He had talked about amputating fingers and toes, pulling out teeth and performing body modifications without any pain killers. It was dawning on me that he was beyond my darkest desires and there was only one way it has going to end. He lit a cigar and put his feet on the table clearly enjoying my tear filled expression as he could see I was realising my position. After a while he got up and walked towards me, “open your mouth” I did not have the will to resist and did what he said. Pulling something from his other pocket he forced a wadded cloth in to my mouth forcing my jaw wide open it tied around my head with some rough cord. Stepping back he smirked at me. Even now I had to admit he was stunning, “That’s a good start Bitch! We will soon make more room in that mouth” He moved back to his chair and picked up his cigar, knocking the ash in to the box he take a big pull on the cigar making the head glow. He stood in front of me, our eyes locked. “Admit this is what you want, what you need” I looked in to his eyes and realised that I did and those lovely eyes could see in to my soul! I nodded slowly keeping my eyes locked on to his. He smiled taking another pull on the cigar he then took it out of his mouth, leaned forward and placed his lips over my swollen nose and blow a lung full of cigar smoke in to me. It was acrid and it burnt but to me it was like the breath of life. I could feel the precum dribbling out of my rock hard cock, I needed this! He stepped back admiring my reaction to him. Then in one swift move he pressed the glowing head of his cigar against my chest over my heart. I screamed in to the gag, he put the cigar in his mouth and built up the glow again. Watching me as I struggled against the bonds to no avail. When I got myself under control, I looked straight in to his eyes. “I think you nearly came then Bitch! You realise that I will not stop just because you cum!” before I could even nod the cigar was back on my chest, this time he held it there. The pain was more than I can describe i reacted the only way I could I shot a massive wad of cum. He leaned back “Impressive! “He said. When I stopped shacking I looked in to those eyes again, only to see the glow of the cigar burning bright. I tried to brace myself for what was coming but there was no protection. This time he crushed it in to my chest. My back arched against the chair, there was a crack as the back of the chair gave way. I fell backward in a mass of rope my legs still tied to the chair. He stood over me laughing. It took a while for me to recover when I did, he was there kneeling behind me as he pulled me in to a sitting position. I could feel his strong chest against my back, pressing all my buttons that make me feel protected, crazy I know but that’s my mind. His arm came round my neck before I could enjoy the closeness a pad was placed over my mouth and nose, pressed down there was nothing I could do but breathe in. Blackness closed around me. I came to sitting in the armchair, I was not tied up but there was something tapped to my chest with gaffer tape it looked about the size of a cigarette packet, “What the fuck!” I said reaching up”What say about talking bitch! Taped to your chest is sufficient C4 plastic explosive to make you splatter over the wall and take out half the room. It’s triggered by a wireless signal that has a half mile radius if it goes outside of that distance a default setting will trigger it, trying to remove it without deactivating it first will set it off to” I froze “I would not jump up and down either Bitch” he laughed at the fear he saw in me. “Nod, if you understand!” I nodded slowly. “Your stuff is in my truck. I am going to leave now, when the clock shows 2 am you will leave the apartment and walk out the main entrance turn right and walk to the end of the block I will be waiting, be on time or be a news story !” The clock showed 1:30 as he turned and walked out. I got up slowly and got dressed in what he had left out for me just a pair of trainers, jeans, a t-shirt, a jacket and a cap. I thought about what I could do... I could call the police but if he did not blow me up I could imagine what an American Cops reaction to a guy with a long beard saying he had a bomb strapped to his chest! I could leave a note but I did not know where he was taking me in my panic I could not even remember his user name or city from Growlr. The clock showed 1:57! I walked out of the apartment on the stroke of 2:00 and out of the world! No one was in the hall ways and as I passed the entrance there was no sign of any staff, I opened the main door and stepped in to the night, turning right and trying to walk steadily down the block. Trying not to think about the bomb taped on my chest. I could see a truck parked at the Starbucks on the corner. He was sitting in the driver seat I could see he was holding something, I wondered if he would just press the button for the thrill of seeing me splatter over the street. I walked round the front of the truck and climbed in to the passenger side. The doors clicked as I close it, it was the central locking. “Seat belt!” he said and drove off in to the empty streets. I was still freaking about the bomb on my chest but he showed no sign of worry. After a few miles he pulled in to a large Wal-Mart car park. Stopping he told me to strip off my tops, I did this eagerly, happy to be getting this thing off my chest, “face me!” he open a large flick knife and sliced down the sides of the gaffer taped box when both sides were sliced he grabbed the box and squeezed it pulling it away from my chest. I thought I would faint!! He was laughing again and he showed me the box, it was a cigarette packet.. An empty fag packet!!! I had been shitting myself over an empty packet! “Now take off the rest of your clothes and trainers and drop them behind the seat, then get down in the foot well” I followed his instructions the bomb might have been a fake but that knife was real. As I curled up in the foot well, “slide the seat back” he said, I followed his instructions and there was room for me. We set off again, now I could not see where I was going, I was hungry and thirsty and very tired. I think I had bruises coming up all over. I found myself looking up at this man who had abused me so hard, he was so handsome I could not believe what he had done. I touched the burns on my chest, yes, the pain told me they were real. He glanced down and smiled his hand rubbed my head, I could have purred it felt so good. He reached in to the box between the seats and handed me an energy drink. I thanked him, yes I thanked the man who would have killed me. What a mind fuck! I gulped the drink down . Within a few minutes I was feeling spaced, soon after I passed out again. I was woken by the truck bouncing down a rough road, it made me look up and he caught the movement, “just in time!” he said as he pulled over. He got out of the truck walking round he opened the passenger door. “Get out!” we were in the middle of nowhere! Just a dirt track that went straight in both directions as far as the eye could see. It was still dark but there was a hint in the sky that dawn was not far away. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me towards the back of the truck. Dropping the back of the truck, he pushed me so I was bent over the end. I stayed in place I felt a rope being secured across my back. My arms were stretched out and secured to the rope, I felt my legs being secured apart against the dropped back of the truck. I could hear him walking away only to come back a few moments later, “bitch there is no one for miles so no one will hear you. Which means I get to do what like I want and I want to hear you scream!” With that there was a whoosh as a heavy flogger flew through the air and smashed down on my back, without a pause the beating continued. None of this wimpy shit about counting each stroke, the goal was to cause pain. I could not tell one stroke from another and within moments I was a crying wreck begging and pleading but it did not stop. It just moved around my body, down my legs with the odd strike catching my balls causing me to levitate straining against the ropes. There was a pause, his hands touched my shoulders and I could feel them sliding down over the raised welts reaching my ass the roughly reached in and pulled my ass apart. I heard him spit and one hand moved from my ass. Soon the hand holding my ass open was joined by a different feeling, something hard was being pushed in to my ass, it did not feel big maybe a finger but it felt metal. I froze as I realised what it was his gun. I started shaking, whimpering and then the piss started flowing down my leg. “That’s it bitch your being gun fucked! One day it will be a shot gun and BANG!” with that he yanked the gun out I could feel it tearing my ass. I felt his cock pressing against my bloody hole as he pushed, there was a loud crack as he fired his gun. It was loaded! He had fucked my ass with loaded gun! He laid the gun on my back and grabbed my shoulders. The pounding my ass with a ferocity that made the flogging on my back looked like a gentle breeze. I was thrust against the truck and my chest was bashed in to the floor of the truck. This sort of pounding can’t last for long he let out a blood curling scream yelling “Take my poz cum Bitch!” He fell on top of me knocking the air out of me. He stayed on me panting like he had run a marathon which in a way he had! When he had got a breath he pulled out. After a few minutes the ropes were loosened” get up on the back of the truck!” He climbed up behind me pushing me towards the box that stretched across the truck by the cab bit looked like a giant tool box! He opened it and the sides were padded with a hose leading through to the cab ending this end in a hood. Handing me the hood, I noticed that the hood had a tube down centre of the air hose. “Put it on, with the tube in your mouth. When you need water you can suck it up, it feeds through to a container in the cab”. Now I knew I had no options, I could only cooperate, putting the tube in my mouth and the hood over my head. I could still see through the masks plastic front. “Hands out front palms together” I followed the instructions and he gaffer tapped my arms from my elbows to my fingertips. “Step in to the box” I did that trying not to trip over, the bottom was a rubber lined sponge mattress the sides were foam lined, the sort of foam you use for sound proofing. “Lay down!” I sat down and wiggled in to a laying position, not quite laying full length as my legs were bent at the knees. I could feel him reach down and tape my feet and calf’s with the gaffer tape. I looked up and noticed the sky was now brighter just as the lid of the box closed and there was a clicking noise as the top was looked in place. For a while nothing happened, I sucked on the tube and a cool flow of water filled my mouth. It was slow and I was able to swallow it easily it helped me relax. The truck started and I was bounce around in the box. Time began to have no meaning, I started to hear a buzzing sound and then his voice filled the hood. There must have been built in headphones I did not notice as I put the hood on. His voice seemed to come from one side then the other with some sort of trance music playing in the background. The words blurred together but phrases popped up from time to time that i could make out “suck up a drink bitch!” so I did, it felt right to obey the voice! The liquid that filled my mouth was different this time, still cold but it had a strange taste that i could not place. Soon the voice was telling me to relax, forget me past, obey, give pleasure to your owner, be the bitch you know you want to be..... I drifted off in to a dream state listening to the voice!!

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...

My palms were sweaty as I sat in my car. I had driven 8 hours to get there, but it wasn't too late to turn back. It wasn't too late to stop myself from doing something incredibly stupid and dangerous. It wasn't too late. But while my head was telling me the smart thing to do, my cock, that had been locked up for a month, and my ass, that had a plug up it, were telling me otherwise. Before common sense took over, I grabbed my bag and opened the car door. I had met him two months ago, online. I say him, because I didn't even know his name. This was the first of several stupid decisions. But that was part of the fantasy, anonymity. Not only did I not know his name, but I didn't know what he looked like, how old he was, or anything a sane person would know about someone they were going to relinquish every ounce of control to. And that made my dick hard. We had met in a fetish chatroom, and all I knew about him was his screen name, ControlingTop10. I had seen him in this room multiple times, but it wasn't until I said my darkest fantasy out loud that he sent me a message. "Are you serious boy?" I knew the game. Chat rooms are mostly there for people to jerk off. So I messaged him back. "Yes Sir, I am." "I can make it happen. How old?" "35 Sir." "Pics?" I sent him two pics. One of my torso, and one of my ass. I looked pretty good for 35. I wasn't a gym bunny, but I liked to run and bike, so my body was lean and tight. I had a nice lite covering of brown chest hair, but my ass was nice and smooth. "Looks good boy, Face?" Now, I don't normally send out face pics, but I was feeling frisky, so I sent him one. I'm not bad to look at. I have nice brown eyes and a beard that I keep trimmed short and brown hair that I also keep short. "Very nice. I have to go but I will Message you soon." And he was gone. I didn't think too much more about him, and didn't see him in the chat for a few days, so I figured he was a game player. Then I got another message. "You got a cam, boy?" "Yes Sir." "Turn it on and jerk off for me." We got connected and I stripped off my clothes. I was already hard. I liked to show off for guys. I had a pretty 6 inch cock, not that big, but on my 5' 9" frame it looked just right. I jerked myself while he watched. At least I think he was watching, he didn't say a word. I liked that. It felt like he was using me. After I shot a healthy load all over my chest and stomach he finally messaged. "Good boy. Be here same time next week, and wear a jockstrap." "Yes Sir." I thought about him all week, even though he was probably just someone getting his rocks off. But there I was, one week later in my jockstrap. "Good boy. You poz?" "No Sir, neg." "Does it matter?" "I won't have a choice, will I Sir?" "No, you won't." As he said those words, my hard cock throbbed and leaked precum. "Good boy. So, are you still serious?" "100% Sir." "Good boy. If this happens, you will come down here on Friday, so I can make sure you're here, and real, and it will take place Saturday night, but you won't leave until Monday morning. Can you do that?" "Yes Sir." "Good boy. Once you get here, you will stay in a cage until it's time. And you will be hooded and blindfolded. Do you agree to that?" I could very well be handing myself over to a murderer. But the danger of the unknown was part of the fantasy. "Yes Sir." My hard dick was soaking my jock in precum. "Good boy, now jerk off. And make it good." I put on a good show, playing with my nips, sucking on the wet jock, and shooting a bigger load than last time. "Good boy. Same time next week. Wear your jock and have a dildo." And he was gone. All week long my thoughts were about this man, this stranger I knew nothing about that I was going to give myself over to. And I jerked off every night, imagining what was going to happen to me and shooting huge loads. The next week, there I was in my jockstrap, dildo in hand. "Good boy. Now, give me your address. I am going to send you a package with instructions. You will follow these instructions, and if you fail, it's over. Do you agree to this?" I hesitated for a moment before I typed, "Yes Sir." "Good boy. Now, give me your address and give me a show." My heart was pounding in my chest as I gave this stranger my address, but my dick was drooling. Then I put on a show. I fucked myself with the dildo, on my back, facing the camera so that he could watch my face as I pounded my hole. I shot a load that hit me in the face. "Good boy. You will get a package tomorrow from FedEx. Be here next week." My mind was a blur the next day and I eagerly opened the package as soon as it arrived. Inside it were three dildos, each one increasing in size with various textures, a fat butt plug, three bottles of poppers, and a plastic cock cage. I grabbed the enclosed letter and read it. "Hello boy. First you will shave your cock and balls, then put on the cock cage and lock it with the plastic lock. Next you will send me two pics of it clearly showing the lock number. I had better recieve the pics before 8:00. If at any time over the next month you try to remove it, it will be over. When you meet me on the camera next, you will have taken your phone and set the alarm so that it goes off every five minutes in the infinity mode. The alarm will go off exactly five minutes after you appear on the cam, which will be 8:00 sharp. The reason for this is, you will hit a fresh bottle of poppers twice in each nostril, deep and long every time the alarm goes off. I will know it's a fresh bottle, because I sent three different kinds, and you will open them on cam. After you show me your locked up cock, so I know it wasn't tampered with, you will take the smallest of the three dildos and insert it in your ass. How long it takes is up to you. If you want to stretch yourself before hand, that's your choice, but the next part won't begin until the dildo is fully in you. So how many hits you've taken before its buried in you will be entirely in your hands. Once it is buried in you, you will face the camera and the next timer will start. For 30 minutes, you will ride the dildo. And by ride it I mean I want to see at least 4 inches of it come out of your ass before you slam yourself back down on it. Any time you stop riding it, even for a second, it's over. And you will be facing the camera so that I can be assured you're hitting the poppers as instructed. After 30 minutes, you will remove the dildo and display your hole for me. As far as the plug goes, you can wear it as much as you want, and I would suggest you do, but you WILL wear it on the entire ride down here. I will know you have it in because you will send me a short video every hour, on the hour. This video will pan from your plugged hole to the odometer in your car as proof. Oh, and I've marked it so I'll know it's the correct one the entire time. If you fail at anything, then it's over and your darkest fantasy will never come true. Sir" I looked at the dildos. The first one was probably 8 inches long and made to look like a man's cock, with thick veins running up and down it. The second one was probably 10 inches long with fat little nubs all over it. The third one scared me. It was at least 12 inches long, fat, and had a thick line that wrapped around it like a corkscrew. As much as could stretch my hole, I knew I would be having to stretch it out extra good in preparation for that. But that's what I wanted, to have my hole wrecked. My hands were trembling as I locked the cage.

I had to cum fast b/c of work. I drove over to a neighbor's midday while "Working From Home". The neighbor had chatted me on and off for months and I'd wanted to fuck his ass for some time. Short & slim white guy same age as me with furry round ass. We both had partners so couldn't fuck evenings / weekends. Well, as soon as I park at his house, my phone rings -- it was my coworker! "Hey, can you join a call? ... it's in 10mins" Dammit!j I told the neighbor that I had to get to work but didn't want to cancel. He just climed up on his bed doggy style and pushed his furry ass in my face. I had to rim his hole, so that took several minutes that I didn't have; and as soon as my bare cockhead was up his hole, my phone was ringing again! I ignore it, then a few texts from my coworker: "just sent you the invite. Call starts in 5mins." "I really have to go, so I'm gonna dump my load now." I just stood behind the neighbors hairy ass, shoved in balls deep, 0 thrusts, and dumped my load. Zipped up, apologized to neighbor, ran out of his house to my car, and literally sat in my car with cummy cock in briefs to take the work call.

I sure could use such massage right now! I love this story, hope there is more to come or at least something similar.

When I talk about ground rules - perhaps those are too harder words for what it is. Guidelines maybe better. We're both human and recognise not perfect: so neither one of us has the right to take the moral high ground over the other. Both having the same understanding of this really helps.

I’ve generally found that setting rules and boundaries do not work. Sooner or later one partner starts to stretch the rules, tries to make exceptions and justify them, or just outright begins to lie and deceive. I have a husband of almost 20 years. In that time, he’s broken every rule and every guideline we’ve tried to establish. My firm belief is that, no matter what they promise, all men are liars and cheats and dogs, and it’s always best to keep that in mind. I finally told my husband that the only promise II would make him was this, that I would tolerate as much as I could tolerate and when that point came, twenty years or not, I was done.

Agree 100% on both points

I do feel pressure when a bottom keeps saying "cum in me, cum, cum" I like to enjoy myself and feel everything a bottom has to offer. When my balls feel the time is right I will dump a load deep inside. Or maybe a few. I don't like a bottom that puts lots of pressure. It makes me think the bottom is only there for his pleasure not mine.

Me; "The pain was so intense I was on the verge thinking, 'this is way too much!'. But, I didn't pull away. It was as if the pain at my two holes and throughout my gut was a drug I craved. Destroying me and feeding some deep internal need all at the same time. I pushed on the wall as if trying to hold off his onslaught to no avail. It was a futile effort, yet I still didn't step away." "I had just reached my limit of tolerance, my resolve to pull off fully engaged, when the monster broke through my second ring, or intestine fold, whatever that is, and the pain vanished. Dagger like pain replaced by the most pleasurable warm filled experience I have ever had. It was as if I was being held in the most beautiful and strong hug but from the inside. I felt so safe and as if he was transferring his powerful strength directly into me. Any thought of the previous pain and agony vanished. I just wanted this feeling to last forever. Which was of course when I heard him below; "Fuuu .... fuuuuuuccck, fuckin filling him ... argh, argh .... fuck!" During this I could feel that powerful huge tool spasm, over and over. I couldn't feel the actual blasts but I could envision cum spraying my deep intestines. My ass convulsed into an orgasm of it's own milking every drop of his jiz. My anal orgasm continued and I struggled for breath even after he softened and pulled out. " "I had not regained my composure and another raw cock was pumping away. It must have been average in size 'cause I could barely even notice it in my recovery mode. It was as if my body had a mind of it's own as yet another flood of anal orgasm rippled through me reaching head to toe. I convulsed as my new assailant screamed; "Holy fuckin shit! Ooph! His ass is milking the life out of me. Milking every fuckin drop of my three day load. Fuck! Oh my God ... you gotta get a piece of this pig ass bud!" "He was out and a short small cock was poking at my wrecked hole. Every now and then it would penetrate and bump my gut wall just inside my outer ring. This guy lasted the shortest of my day. The advantage of his short member is I felt every drop of his orgasmic blast splatter my inner walls. He didn't say a word, I could just hear him struggling to get his breath on the other side of the wall. " "I quickly swung around and dropped to clean his stubby cock. The taste of multiple guy giz with my ass juice was a sublime cocktail. But, I only got a fleating taste. His post orgasmic cock head was so sensitive he howled; "Stop, stop!" and pulled away." "I dropped my head as if in prayer to collect my being and when I looked up there was yet another cock. This was the shape and size of hobbies. Despite the temptation to add another load the realization I would soon have the familiar comfort of hobbies tool when I got home spurred me to get the heck out of there. " Hubby; "Now I know why you were so late." Me blushing; "Yeah." Waiter; "You fucking cum pig! Don't you ever get enough?" Me; "Appears not. " Hubby; "Two more from me before dinner." Waiter;"One from the chef and author from me. My math says thirteen today." Me; "Sounds right. I'm a pig and can't get enough. If you keep stroking my cock I'll bend over this table and have you do me right here in full site at the back of this restaurant." Hubby; "Well I don't know about that plan, but, we can't let the day end at unlucky thirteen now, can we?"

I will toss this out there: I think there can be a difference in meaning for "no loads refused" depending on whether it's used in an ad for a party/hosting situation - the kind of thing BBRT classifies as "Local Parties" or "Quick Connect ads" - or used in a profile. In the former case, sure: the bottom should be prepped, ready to take whatever size cock(s) show up, and no matter what skin color, HIV status, or anything else may describe them. Those sorts of ads include time parameters, so there's no excuse for not being ready when you said you'd be. But in a profile, where it describes more the general approach the poster takes to sex? It's more reasonable to ask at least some questions, because there's no guarantee the poster is ready right that moment to do what he says. He may feel he's ready to handle a 6-incher without a lot more prep but not a niner. He might be an "on demand" PrEPster and only is "no loads refused" when he knows his day-of double dose has had time to kick in for a few hours. And so on. A bottom asking questions when he doesn't have a "right now" kind of ad posted is not out of the question. That doesn't excuse race-related bigotry, of course; "no load refused, unless you're not white" would be a blunt but honest statement; they don't use that, of course, because they know even lots of white guys would be turned off by that kind of attitude.

The simplest reason I can think of: every new thread would automatically go to the bottom of the heap, and probably stay there, because many people won't go beyond the first page of threads. But something that got 300 responses ten years ago and then died out would stay as "popular" simply because a lot of people replied at one time. Posting the threads in the order of the most recent posting shows which topics are more active; something that gets a couple of replies and then dies down will sink further and further down, which achieves some of the "sort by popularity" goal without actually torpedoing everything new.

Just got fucked by two different Asian Guys. First was a fuckbuddy of mine who has fucked me many times he is from Hong Kong and has kinda small dick, so we only need spit. I can always feel when he pumps his load in my hole. About an hour later another fuckbuddy stopped by after work, He is Filipino and has a nice cock I usually suck. But this time he fucked me as i was prelude with my other buddys load. He kept telling me how wet and warm it felt and how he was going to breed my ass. now online looking for more LOL

Flex Spa in Hollywood opened yesterday for the first time in a year after Southern California's COVID numbers finally started to go way down. I've been pretty careful about sex even though I'm usually a daddy bear bathhouse pig slut bottom, but I'm vaccinated a few weeks, so thought I'd check it out. Decent crowd, usual mix of tweakers, BBC's, latin boys and daddies and a few white bottom guys like me hoping to get filled up. Masks on in the halls and all the public areas, so nothing happening anywhere except the rooms. I propped my door open, lowered the lights and waited on my bed, ass up all fours. Took about 10 minutes for the first dude to slip into the room and slide in my prelubed hole. 5 minutes later, load number one from a hot, tatted latin boy. !5 minutes later, BBC stepped in. But I guess he likes to give a show, cause he didn't close the door. Pumped me with his 9" thick cock for a good 25 minutes while a few watchers gathered. Shot a huge load and kept breeding me till it started to turn a little bit to butter. Fucking hot. Number three was a latin daddy who had been watching through the empty door. Big fat beer can cock, huge nips, rough weathered face. He wanted the personal experience. Laid down on the bed and had me straddle and ride him while we worked each other's nipples hard. We both came together, my little clit cock dribbling out on his stomach and his huge daddy load painting my entire cunt. Had only been 90 minutes, but not bad for the first time out slutting in months. I'll be back.

I had a bit of time to kill this morning. I opened Scruff and BBRTS. It was the same ol’ same ol’ — the usual profiles this time of day. And Mondays are notoriously slow here. I figured I’d respond to some messages and then preview some profiles in Key West (I’m headed there next week). A message popped up on BBRTS; new face, and it looked like it was within a mile of me. To be honest, I was doubtful it was legit. I chatted with him for about 15 minutes, exchanged a few more pics, and it seemed to be coming together. He was staying with his dad nearby until he started his new job in a few weeks. The catch was he didn’t drive, but I was willing to give it a shot since he was really close. I drove to the spot he asked to be picked up. Sure enough, he was standing there. He was 6’3”, a ginger, 27 y.o., and lanky. Attractive face, but more so because of his youth than his actual features. He was friendly and chatty as I drove back to my place. He mentioned again that he didn’t have long — he wanted to be home before his dad got back so he didn’t have to explain where he’d gone. We went right to the playroom with the sling. We were both limited on time, and neither had any hang ups about getting right to it. We tossed our clothes on the floor, and he dropped to his knees and started sucking on my cock, making it hard very quickly. I gently held his head between my hands and coaxed him back and forth. He’s a lot taller than me, so I had some trouble reaching down to play with his hole while he blew me. After a few minutes he stood up and I was the one sucking on his dick. 7” long, narrow with a pointed he—it reminded me of a spear. I ran my hands across his flat abs while I worked his cock in my mouth. He pulled back and told me to get into the sling. “I need to put my seed in you.” I rolled back into the sling, lifting my legs to either side of the heavy metal chains suspending me in the air. I felt the cool air across my exposed hole. Hanging in the sling is always a major turn on for me, knowing my ass is spread and inviting. I squirted a small amount of silicon lube into my fingers and primed my hole. He slipped my feet through the loops, then took the lube and. greased his spear. I hit my poppers, taking two long drags on the bottle, watching him stroke his dick as he stepped up to the sling. I was turned on watching his lean body standing at my ass, his eyes focused on positioning my cock toward my waiting hole. He fingered me quickly to ensure where the target was as the popper rush hit me. My body felt intensely warm, my heart beating faster, and my hole became greedy. I needed his dick in me. “Come on and fuck me.” He pressed the head against my waiting hole. His cock slid in easily —- a long, deep penetration that brought a groan from each of us. He didn’t waste time, getting right into a hot rhythm by pulling the sling back and forth so my ass was gliding up and down his long shaft. I took another hit of poppers, loving the sight of the young stud pleasuring himself inside my hole. He closed his eyes and kept working the chains to rock the sling back and forth. “You want my load, don’t you?” He asked. “Fuck yeah! You’re here to breed me.” He grinned. “Fuck yeah I am.” He leaned back and used the chains to leverage his weight and start thrusting his spear deeper. The chains started rattling louder below the sling. “Oh fuck! Fuck yeah! Pound my ass!” I took another hit of the poppers, this time sloshing some out of the bottle, but not caring. “Breed me! I want to feel that load inside!” “Fuck yeah. I’m gonna coat your guts.” I felt him turn that magic corner where he became focused on his own pleasure, the pressure rising inside nuts and swelling his cock as he got closer to cumming. “Oh fuck yeah!” he never stopped his long thrusts, but I felt his body quake as his dick was spurting in my hungry ass. I loved the mix of euphoria and that intense dick sensitivity that accompanies cumming. But he kept thrusting as my own dick erupted. We didn’t linger after we came. I rolled out of the sling while he stood there breathing hard. His long spear and my ass were both glazed with his cum. Within 5 minutes we were back in my car to drop him off before his dad arrived home.

Thanks TboTTomfun for a really hot story, wow what a weekend!!😋

Yesterday I fucked a guy for the first time in over ten years. Since I had exclusively bottomed. Since turning Poz a few weeks ago my mindset has radically changed. Sure, I love being fucked - but I now want to top guys too. Sorry for the intro. So, I hooked up with a guy who was cool about bb and my status. Well, he was until it came to it. He got the jitters. Totally understand that. Reassured him - and told him I couldn't wear condoms as I am allergic (which I'm not - just hate them). He relented eventually. Feel so horny fucking as a Poz guy. Offered to pull out, but he begged me to cum. I was more than happy to oblige. Feel so good to gift my seed. He obviously enjoyed it too - texted my this afternoon wanting to meet up again!

He slipped in and immediately jizzed...wasn't even more than that - he came the moment he entered me....i said thank you and then went back to grindr to find more donors

I'm a cumdump and I love cum. Also love getting whored out. Your first name: cumdump, slut Your cell number (for texts and voice calls). 312-838-0862 text only Twitter: Hotbottom4u69 I live in Chicago (north side). I can typically host weekends. I am always willing to travel, and I can sometimes get a hotel room. Times you're generally not available: weekdays Age: 42 Height: 5'8" Weight: 162 (toned) White

I don't know how long my sex marathon, scotch and ibuprofen induced sleep lasted. It was after dark when consciousness emerged with the sound of a snowmobile coming to a stop outside. In walked Mike. His seven and a half inches was up my naked hole before he even started removing his clothes. My hole was so soar I begged off telling him of my thirteen load afternoon adventure. He honoured my request and stripped off to join me. I must have cranked the heat to max before falling asleep. We proceeded to sniff lines as we finished off the 40 ouncer of scotch. In his high and tipsy state he was eager to tell me about his week away in Vegas. He'd gone down with a friend to escape winter, do some gambling, party and take in some shows. But they hadn't told anyone the most important reason. The friend was going to a conversion party. The friend was offering up his negative chasing ass for five high viral load guys three days in a row. He gambled on coming home with 34 poz loads to fulfill his destiny of sero-conversion. In his alcohol and drug induced loose tongue Mike confessed that he couldn't get the idea of converting out of his mind ever since the international student had begged for a poz load. This longing had only grown as he watched his buddies face lite up with load after load of toxic jiz being pumped into him. Mike knew he himself needed to experience shooting a toxic load into that student. He felt it was his destiny to infect that young man and who knows how many others. I was astounded and asked if he had offered up his negative top ass in Vegas with his buddy. "No fuckin way man! Nobody is putting anything up my ass. I tried with my finger a few years ago, no offense buddy, it's just not my thing. " "Then how do you expect to get infected top man?" "You are going to help me get an infected blood slam my friend. I'm going to take high viral load blood directly into my system." He slurred on, "And hey buddy, I had another mind blowing experience in Vegas. We hired a gay escort and had a slam threesome. Fuck man you gotta do it. The rush as he brought that needle to my tied off arm alone was worth it. After I raised my arm and the coughing jag passed the warmth and horniness that blasted through my body was unbelievable. I was even tempted to let them fuck me. I fucked and blasted in the two guys in fifteen minutes. It was so fuckin intense. " We made a blood pact then and there to get slammed together within the next two weeks. My slamming for a bareback gangbang his to infuse his blood stream with the HIV virus. He scratched inside my already torn up hole, slashed two of his fingers with my fishing knife, and swabbed his blood into my ass. We sealed the deal when he pulled out and stuck the bloody cum ass juice covered fingers in my mouth. This brotherly love ritual got me so horned up I begged him to rape my already aching ass. He quickly obliged, loaded my ass, again scooped and fed me with his bloody fingers. He stuffed them so far down my throat I was choking on them. "Do it again, rape my ass while choking me!", my greedy response.

You'll need to find and stretch your next opening. It's a matter of getting your toy and insides to align. If possible, use a thinner toy that's just as long. While squatting on your toy, try leaning to the right and back slightly. May need to make some odd motions with your upper body to find the right spot. You'll know it when you find it. Good news, once you have found the next chamber and started working it, your body will adapt and it will be easier to get there next time.

Sorry for the delay guys. Its been a rough couple weeks so its been hard to be in the right mindset to write something for you all. Hopefully part 3 will come soon. Thanks for reading! Part 2 It didn't even take 20 minutes to get to Hunter's house. It was barely off campus nearby Chris' dorm. The neighborhood Hunter lived in was one where each house sat alone far enough from the others that you could probably go days or even weeks without seeing anyone else. Tall trees acted as fences between property meaning you couldn't even see into your neighbors windows. These streets were not for pedestrians. Tyler and Chris were walking in the street as they looked for the mailbox with Hunter's house number on it. Hunter's home looked well kept but not fancy. There were no decorative elements that welcomed them as they walked up the driveway and up to his front door. "Ready?" Chris asked Tyler. Both were suddenly very nervous. Chris almost hoped that Tyler would say something that would force them to turn back before they rang the doorbell. But before Tyler could say a word, Hunter opened the door. The boys were jarred back to attention as they looked from each other back to the door, now open with Hunter standing in front of them. He looked older than they thought he would be but there was something welcoming and kind in his smile that they both followed him into the living room just off the front door. "Take a seat boys. Can I get you anything? Water? Juice? Beer?" Both shook their heads no as they sat down on one of the couches. They hadn't actually spoken since the door opened. "Is everything ok? Just nervous or did you forget to tell me that youre both mute?" The boys laughed nervously. Chris said, "Yeah. We've never done this before. Everything is new so thats probably it." "Like I said guys. I've never done this either so we're all in it together. If you are having second thoughts I totally understand if you would feel better leaving now before anything happens." Hunter had done this enough times to know how to put teen virgins at ease. Take it slow. Be patient. Act like you dont care either way. "No it's good. Right Tyler?" Tyler nodded "Yeah it's cool." "Then should we go into the bedroom? We don't have to sit here awkwardly if we dont want." This seemed to break the tension. The boys knew that once they were naked with each other they would forget that they were at a strangers house doing something they would be sent to hell for. They all got up and the boys followed Hunter into one of his bedrooms. There was a bed with sheets and pillows, another couch nearby and a big screen TV with porn already playing. The shades were all drawn and there were no lights on. "This ok?" Hunter was pointing at the screen with a group scene of guys of different ages. Chris and Tyler mostly watched porn with scenes of two guys. Three at the most. They nodded as they watched unable to look away. "Yeah I can tell you're liking it." Hunter chuckled as he sat down on the couch. The boys were at the foot of the bed watching the group all naked with some making out and others sucking cock. WIthout saying anything, the boys started touching each other. It didn't take long before they were making out and laying down on the bed. "Nice boys." The two looked up and over at Hunter. They had almost forgotten he was there. There was a moment of hesitation. The nerves returned mixed with the realization that a fantasy they had was actually happening. Hunter knew this was a good time to start pushing them. "Why don't you get naked? You look like you have great bodies." They started to strip as they did when they were alone together. Tyler was getting more excited as he thought back to all of the fantasies he had as a high school kid back home imagining a man sitting near his bed as Hunter sat near them now. Their making out became more passionate and soon their bodies were writhing against each other. Hunter was rubbing his hard cock through his shorts but knew to restrain himself. "You boys are hot." His words barely registered over the moaning between the boys. He reached over to the side table on one side of the bed and pulled a pipe and torch out of the drawer. He had it all set up before the boys showed up but played it all down. The boys did hear the click of the torch and paused to see where it was coming from. "You boys mind?" White smoke began to fill the bulb at the end of the pipe. "What are you doing?" Neither boy had seen this before though had heard from friends in high school and in their dorms about getting high. "Pot?" Hunter took a big hit and let out a huge cloud of smoke before responding. He had to hold in a laugh. So these boys had never even seen pot before. This would be too easy. "Not quite. It's called t. You boys look so comfortable so I figured I would need something to calm my nerves since I guess I'm the only one who still needs to calm down about all of this." "Oh that calms you down?" Chris said. "Pot does that too I heard." "You boys are welcome to try it. It usually gets me hornier and opens my mind too." He was looking at Chris as he said this knowing that what the boy wanted more than anything was to fuck Tyler. He could tell Chris was curious. "I don't know. I think we're ok" Tyler finally spoke up. "No problem. More for me. Do you boys mind if I do a little more?" Tyler just shook his head and turned his attention back to Chris. But Chris was still watching Hunter as he took another hit. Something about the cloud that Hunter blew out intrigued Chris. "You sure?" Chris asked Tyler. Hunter knew to stay out of it and just watch. He knew where this was going. "We could just try a little this once and see. When are we ever going to get a chance to try something like this again?" Chris pressed his cock a little harder onto Tylers as he said it. Hunter could see what Chris was doing and was impressed. Chris was clearly the dirty one of the two. Tyler still seemed like a scared boy. He could change that if given the chance. Tyler looked at Hunter who took one more hit. The bulge in his shorts was hard to miss. It looked big. Tyler noticed that Hunter didnt look like the hits had changed him all that much. Maybe it wasnt too strong and one hit wouldnt hurt. He looked back at Chris who gave him that look that said come on lets just try. He gave in. "Ok, I guess I will if you will." Hunter smiled. "Nice boys. Why don't we get you two to sit up against the headboard and I can show you what to do." The boys pulled apart from each other, pre cum glistening against both of their abs which made Hunters cock twitch in his shorts. He got up on the bed and kneeled between their legs facing them. They are beautiful he thought. This would be fun. "Ok, so I use this torch to melt whats inside and then once you see smoke I'll tell you to inhale. Dont stop until I tell you. Then hold it for a little and blow it out. Ok?" They nodded. Hunter could see they were getting nervous. Everything scared these boys. This would change that. He put the pipe up to Tylers mouth first. Tyler hesitated. He wanted Chris to go first. But he was too deep in now and just let it go. He watched as Hunter put the torch up to the bulb and then opened his mouth to the pipe when Hunter pushed it softly against his lipe. "Go ahead and inhale." Hunter loved the sight of a boy taking his first hit. There were only a few things sexier. After a few moments Hunter told him to stop and hold it for a second. He pulled the pipe away and said, "Go ahead and let it go." Tyler blew out the cloud. Medium sized. A good hit. "Do one more and then we'll get your buddy here." "Wha-" Tyler couldnt get the whole question out before Hunter told him to inhale. "Good boy. A little more now." This would be a bigger hit. The boy was doing well for his first time. He pulled the pipe away and told him to hold it a little longer than the first time. "Ok now let it go." Tyler did the same and he began to feel something new as he released a bigger cloud. A sensation in his body and somehow in his brain. It felt good and instinctively, he brought his hand to his cock. Hunter turned to Chris. "Ready?" Chris could see that something was happening to Tyler that made him hornier. He nodded and took the pipe in his mouth for his first hit. Hunter was getting so horny just watching these boys getting high. He was so lost in his thoughts that he left the pipe in Chris's mouth longer than he realized. It hit Chris immediately. As soon as he let out a big cloud he said, "Wow..." Hunter put the pipe up to his mouth one more time and then leaned over to whisper into the ear further away from Tyler. "I'm going to make sure you get to fuck your boy today. Dont you worry boy." Chris's eyes got bigger and even though Tyler couldnt hear what Hunter said, it worried him. What secrets were they sharing already? Chris held his second hit in and then let out another big cloud. These boys are naturals Hunter thought. "How you boys feeling? You up for doing a couple more?" Tyler was still thinking about seeing Hunter whisper something to Chris but before he could really think about it, Chris said, "Yeah a couple more wont hurt." Tyler just went along. After all the first couple hits felt good and he liked what he was feeling even with the nervousness. "Ok this time youre going to do whats called a shotgun. I'm going to give one of you a hit and when you are ready to let it go I want you to blow it into the mouth of the other ok? So the other will inhale it like a hit too. Ready?" If it meant they would be touching each other and linking mouths they were up for it. He put the pipe back up to Chris's mouth and made him take another big hit. "Ok now hold it for a second and lean over to Tyler and blow it into his mouth. Then Tyler you hold it in before blowing it back out." Chris leaned over to Tyler and Hunter watched as they opened their mouths toward each other. Chris blew the hit into Tylers mouth and then they started making out again. Soon smoke was coming out of their mouths. Tyler must have needed to let it go. Their kissing was even more passionate than before. Hunter had the boys do one more shotgun this time with Tyler taking the hit from the pipe. He gave Tyler his biggest hit yet and then moved off the bed. "Ok, when you boys are ready just go back to what you were doing before." They didnt need to be told more than once. The shotgun led to kissing and soon the boys were rolling around the bed grabbing onto each other and rubbing themselves all over each other. Hunter took one more hit and put the pipe down. Yes, this was going to be fun. And easy.

I am back I hope to wrap up this story soon I slowly stirred awake lazily looking over at my alarm clock that was smeared with cum. How the fuck did cum get on my alarm cock, but was sticky all over with dried cum. It was in my hair, one eye was nearly glued shut and my head slowly peeled off my pillow. My tender-to-the-touch puffy ass/cock hole had been leaking cum and there was a huge wet spot where I laid, but someone had wedged a buttplug in my ass. I never woke up for it. Every fiber in my body ached as I gingerly inched to my bathroom. Tim had left me a note on the mirror reading, “Leave the buttplug all day...I’ll see you l8r!” I grimaced at the thought of leaving that thing in all day, but to be honest, I did not want to find out what would happen if I did not follow orders. I showered and I even boned up at reliving the past night and nights in my head. I had always known I was bi even when I was married to Tami’s mother, but now I am genuinely thinking that I am truly a bottom bitch. As I tore down my bed to wash the sheets, pillowcases and even the cum soaked mattress pad. I could hear Tami move around in her bedroom. I thought I could tell she was moving as gingerly as I was. I evilly wondered how much cock did she take and did I take more? I quickly moved down to the laundry room to avoid any awkwardness with my daughter. I started the oversized load in the wash and went into my home office to check email and any voicemail on what was now going to be a lazy Saturday afternoon. I heard Tami in the shower as I checked my message. I got one from Jayson and Tim telling me they were sending a friend from college over to inspect my “plug” and that Tami was going to be gone “shopping” with the girls all afternoon. I hid out in the office for the next hour while Tami prepped up upstairs About an hour later, I heard her come down the stairs just as the doorbell rang. She answered and I heard a deep voice ask for me. She called out to me that the door was for me and not to expect her home tonight. I came out of my office and at the door was a good looking, well-built Mexican kid. I asked him how I could help him. He smirked as he strolled through the open door and told me Tim sent him to check out a plug. I blushed almost instantly. He ordered me to get naked and bend over the couch. I did with little hesitation. I could feel him drubbing his fingers along the base of the plug. He laughed and told me his name was Luis and TIm told me I would be the best piece of Papi ass he had ever had. As he slapped my ass hard. I winced at the sharp pain, but asked for another and another till his hand was sore and my ass was bright red. Luis then ordered me into my bedroom where the bed was still unmade. He forced onto my back making my raging hard cock just up from my pelvic region. He did what the other boys did not. He took my cock into his mouth and for the first time in a long time. I got a blowjob. I weaved my hands through his hair as she bobbed on my cock. His fingers tugged at my plugged hole. I warned him I was sure I was still full of cum from the night before, but he was undeterred. He pulled on my plug till it popped free. I felt cum immediately begin to drip from my hole and Luis lapped at my well-fucked hole. I could hear and feel his slurps at my manpussy. My cock was rigid and I absentmindedly began to pump my hard cock. Luis spit on my hole and knocked my hand away from my cock. He dropped his shorts and revealed a hard 9+ inch latin cock. He spit on his cock and lined it up with my hole and slowly pushed it into me. With my ankles resting on his shoulders, Luis sawed into my ass. I felt every inch of his spit covered cock that probed my hole. I stared into his eyes as he glared down at me. I licked my lips and as if on cue he leaned in and kissed me. With his tongue in my mouth, I felt my cock grow harder. I felt his latin passion as he began to fuck me harder and harder. My ankles slipped from his shoulders. I pulled my legs apart with my hands under my knees. He would pull almost all the way out and jam his thick tan cock back in me. I cried out for him to breed me. I wanted his load deep in my ass. I begged for his latin sperm to join with the black and white loads from the night before. His long slow strokes soon turned into a jackhammer as he pounded my ass like he was mad at it. He plunged deep, shoving all 9 inches of his thick latin cock into my worn hole. I felt his cock spasm as he pushed his mouth against mine. I felt his cock jerk five, six times as his jizz launched from his spent cock. Luis laid on me for a few minutes while he explored my naked body with his mouth. I could feel him leaving marks on my body while his cock slowly slid from my worn out man cunt. When he was done with me, my hole and my body. He slid the plug back into my ass and told me to leave it in as long as I could stand it. I fell asleep naked with my ass up in the air. I am not sure how long I was out, but I heard Tami and a friend or two come home and stop by my bedroom and giggle at predicament, and then 10 minutes later heard sex sounds from her room above mine. More to cum? I am a 40yo bareback slut. I like to chat and cum for you Hit me up, if you want to chat

I invited a black guy to my house once to smoke and stroke and hopefully drain his balls into my mouth. I know I was pretty high but I couldn't believe how his big thick hard vieny black cock was making me feel so fucking crazy slutty and even though I had no intention of getting fucked, I gave in to him very quickly and experienced my first time getting fucked and it was by a black guy. Can't tell you how fucking incredible it felt and how overwhelming it was knowing that I was face down ass up getting fucked by a black guy and moaning like a dirty little cum slut for him to never stop. Probably different for everybody but I'm willing to bet that the moment he starts pushing his cock inside you, you will lose your fucking mind and your whole world will change.

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Part 4 -The Final Scene (or just the beginning) I sucked in a gasp of air when I looked up and saw the most perfect man I’d ever laid eyes on. I believe the expression is ’built like a brick shithouse’. Short dark hair, olive skin, bearded, dark eyes deep enough to drown in. He wasn’t a wall of muscles, though I’m sure most of his bulk was muscle, but he didn’t look all bulging and ripply. Well, some parts were bulging. He just looked impressively big. And sexy as fuck! My hole began to quiver in anticipation. It was already trashed beyond recognition, but I still had the inexplicable urge to get fucked again by this hunk of a man. A kind of crooked grin spread on the big man’s face, and he slowly walked over, looking down at me. He crouched down and looked me in the eyes, hard and deep, then said, “You might have let all of my friends use that pig hole of yours, but I used it first. You belong to me,” in a voice so deep and husky I almost didn’t pay attention to the actual words he’d said. Holy fuck! This is the first guy who raped me tonight! He’s the one who got this all started. I don’t know if I should hate him for doing it, or love him for getting the ball rolling. I guess the look of shock and arousal showed on my face and he grinned down at me. “Good, I knew you’d want more.” He stood and turned around to Mr. Mean and Average Guy and said, “You guys are done with him tonight. He’s mine. I fucked him first -that ass belongs to me.” Apparently he was the big man on campus, because they both just nodded. “You still have my DNA in you from earlier?” Mr. Perfect asked me. I shook my head nervously, sure that he wouldn’t be happy to hear that. “What the fuck did you do with it? You didn’t douche it out, I hope. That was prime viral cum I gave you -you don’t waste that shit.” “I made him push it out and lick it up,” Mr. Mean told him. He looked back at me and smiled. “Well, at least it’s in your belly. Let’s get some more baby makers in you,” he said, stripping quickly and getting on his knees behind me. At this point my ass was so stretched that I didn’t feel any pain when he entered me. The large dick head popped into my cum-sloppy hole and he let out a sigh. “Well you guys loosened him up nicely. He damn near strangled my dick earlier,” he said to his friends, now feeding my ass the entire shaft until he was balls deep in me. He held my hips, pulled back and then slammed full-length into me. He did this several times, slow and methodical. He was owning my ass, and making sure that my ass knew who it belonged to now. He sped up and pumped my hole hard and steady for a couple of minutes and then held deep. I could feel his giant cock swelling as it spewed toxic seed deep into me. “There, you got a quick load from me. Now let’s put that DNA to good use,” he told me. He didn’t get soft even for a moment, and then just went on fucking and pounding me, roughing my ass up even more -if it’s possible at this point. He was bound and determined to make sure that his viral cum got into my bloodstream and got me pregnant. And as that thought swirled around in my mind, I became so horny I began to thrust back onto his huge meat, my wet ass making loud smacking sounds every time his hips slammed into me. That seemed to really get him turned on, and he motioned his two friends to come over and have me suck them while he fucked me. I’ve never been so full in my life. His cock was like having 2 in my ass, and at some points I had both cocks in my mouth at the same time. Double stuffed! I was in pig heaven! Exhausted, and sure to be sore for days, but this feeling was better than anything I’ve ever known. And every time I reminded myself that I got toxic seed from all of these guys blasted deep inside me, it only seemed to urge me on. Now I craved it and wanted more! I kept shoving my ass back onto that monster cock, impaling myself, and enjoying every filling second of it. The guys I was sucking decided that I should swallow their loads at the same time, so they jacked their dicks right to the point of blowing, then jammed them into my waiting mouth. Even after having already blown loads, they shot a very impressive amount of cum in my mouth. I struggled to keep it all in my mouth, but I didn’t want to lose a drop. I didn’t swallow it, though. They pulled their sensitive cocks from my mouth, and I clamped my lips shut to avoid any spillage, and then I savoured their HIV cum as it rolled around, slithering over my tongue and pooling underneath it. The guys knew what I was doing and seemed to get off on it. “He didn’t swallow our loads yet, he’s enjoying it in his mouth first,” Mr. Mean told the big guy behind me. That seemed to spur Mr. Perfect on, and he really let me have it, holding nothing back now, using my hole to get himself off again. “You’re such a good fucking cumdump,” he growled, grabbing my hips harder as he slammed into me more relentlessly. “Don’t’ swallow those fucking loads until I’m cumming again, got it?” he asked. I just nodded, and continued to ram my ass back to meet his hard thrusts. We were fucking like two wild animals, both of us grunting, him growling, and drenched in sweat. The entire area stunk of cum and sweat -I wish I could bottle that smell and wear it every day. Finally I could tell he was about to cum, and then he gritted his teeth, growled like a bear, pumped my hole hard and fast and then froze and held deep. “That’s it, take my toxic DNA inside you,” he told me. “Now swallow those loads, you little cumpig.” I let them slither down my throat, slowly, enjoying every drop of it. The taste of those loads combined with his huge rod jammed deep in my hole finally pushed my body over the edge and without touching my dick, I blew. Shot after shot of my own cum splattered the plastic sheet beneath me. “Fuck, man, the pig just shot off without touching his dick. What a whore!” Mr. Mean howled. Then Mr. Perfect leaned down and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight to his chest, and whispered in my ear. “That ass belongs to me now. If it didn’t happen yet, I’m going to get you pregnant with my charged load. You’re going to get HIV and be my poz pig. Got it?” He might as well have been reciting romantic poetry in my ear because all I could feel at that moment was excitement. And horny. He pulled me back a foot or so from where we knelt, and then shoved my face down to the plastic to lick up my load. When I had gotten it all, he pulled me back to him, turned my head and, for the first time, kissed me. His tongue explored the inside of my mouth, massaging my tongue, and trying to taste as much of my load as he could. “Mmm, you’ve got some tasty cum, there, whore,” he said to me. He gently eased his semi-hard cock out of my trashed hole. “Get your clothes on. You’re coming home with me,” he added, giving my ass a quick slap. “My little poz pig.”

Excellent video and I see nothing wrong with incest as long as both are consenting adults,