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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.....

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

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?

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 met up with a guy on Grindr at a motel just down the road from me. I was able to walk over, and loved that people driving/walking by would have no idea what I was about to do. Before I headed out, I told him to wear unclean clothes (he works in physical labor) and not shower. I get there and he had the perfect amount of man stink, enough that I would smell like him til the next morning. We did the normal foreplay, which was fun enough, but we both wanted the same thing. He sat on the couch and had me get up on his lap. I started to slide down onto his cock (oh shit, I forgot to mention, his cock was decently hung and thick, and had the absolute perfect upward curve) and I paused, gasping and fluttering my eyes involuntarily. It was a moment when, instead of my life flashing before my eyes, I knew he was going to make me cum hard. I wore him out after three rounds and two loads, and was actually very satisfied, something that is rarer than I'd like. I reached down to feel if his load was dripping out of me and found that my whole inner thigh was soaked with cum. There's something so thrilling about being used like a bitch, having all my spots hit, and to be rewarded not so much a load as a goddamn lake. The best part is that he's gonna be in town for work every 1-2 weeks and we plan to film with the intent to post. I can't wait.

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.

Quite simply, if Prep had been around in the 90s, Iwould have taken it & not wasted my time up to 1998 with condoms. It finally took one night at Flex in LA when I fucked a guy raw because that's what he wanted..the pleasure was so magnified I remember saying to myself walking back to my room.."I'm barebacking both taking & giving from now on". And with videos like The Hungriest CumHole Contest as inspiration & the early sites like Bareback City, raw was it...the only downside was all the STDs, but at Slammer.I loved .the lust factor of bare fucking and I've never regretted. going raw'...been poz since 2003 g....on meds in 2011...there's nothing good about being poz ....taking as many loads in my ass on prep would be just as hot. as a neg cum dump....wish I had had the option.

Boy Butter

Yup, Tyler's soon to be a li'l impregnated🍆💦 Poz☣️☣️ pig🐷...the fuck flu is roaring down the track!!! Lucky whore!!!!!!!!😛

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

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

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!

Most would probably be 12. I was invited to and anon gang bang just after my 18th birthday. Turns out I was the only bottom with 12 horny tops.

wishing that was my ass!

I have this handsome, nice 25 years old fuckbuddy. His face like young Ruppert Friend’s face could have been. I talked about him previously. He has beautiful body and nice thick cock. We were texting quite long last weeks. We met last time almost two weeks ago when we had a foursome. It’s difficult to meet him, ha finds barriers many time (it’s too late, he is too far, etc.). However, when we can meet, it is always awesome. So, after the usual turns (too late, tok far) he offered a quicky. Needless to say I said yes immediately. He adores anon fuck, so he asked me to let the door open and wait him blindfolded on my knees on my bed. I obeyed this and when he rang I let him into the house and while he was going up I did what he ordered. My bedroom is far from the entrance. I was totally blind and as my flat has an awful acoustic I didn’t hear him. I felt his presence only when he was directly behind me and in the next second I felt his breath on my hole. Right next second the other thing I felt was his tongue. He gave me a nice and quite long rimjob. When he interrupted it I know what was coming. I felt his mushroom as he pushed cross the gate. I know it is shame on a real slut but I couldn’t wait for hie pushed his cock totally, I push myself. Then he became rough and started to fuck me faster. When he stopped I fucked his cock with my ass. He kept a short break and pulled his dick out. I turned back and sake his cock. I love that thing waiting for the top pushed up my ass but I missed his cock from my mouth. I gave him a nice deepthroat while he was stretching on the bed. He asked be while we were chatting if he could take a shower because he came from the gym. I replied that for the God’s sake no. I was right. As I let his dick out of my mouth and started to step up with my tongue on his almost sixpacked belly towards his chest, his masculine smell struck me. I continued the journey until his neck while he was continuously sighing. After licking his nack I turned to his unfortunately shaved (🥺😢😭😩) armpit. It has totally sweaty and smelly. I almost literally eat his armpits, first the left one and then the right. While I was pampering him (or rather me?) I felt with my ass his hardon. It was obvious that I had to slip back until his cock’s pick would be directly at my hole. One more movement and he was totally in. Then I started to ride on him. I had endured until that moment my blindness and took off the folder. I love to watch him. His beautiful body, his smile, his cutie face. Then we started kissing, which was so passionate that I slipped over his cock. But we continued kissing and stroking each other. It wasn’t fuck but making love. At this moment I felt that I wished we had fallen love with each other. This feeling has gone and he turned me onto my back, grabbed my ankles and started to fuck me. He was fucking me for 10-15 minutes when I could see on his face that he was close. After a short time he started to groan which was louder than my well known extremely loud moaning. And then his cock exploded and throbbing long emptied all his two days amount jizz.

West Palm area here. I heard it's because of covid more people are going to the doctors when they feel flu like and get diagnosed with acute HIV. Normally they would ignore the symptons saying it was just a flu and go undiagnosed. But that only explains the general spike, not why it's on the rise in Orlando.

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.

Did my weekly visit to the heath last night. Looked a bit quiet when I got to the bushes near Jack Straws saw a black guy with his cock out would have been rude to have left it hanging. After sucking him for a while he held my head and pumped his spunk down my throat he thanked me and left. My hole now needed raw cock made my way down the path few guy’s there but needed the fuck tree. After 5mins I got to the opening one sub bent over being fucked with a small group watching I went to his side dropped my joggers hole was pre lubed. After a min the top fucking him started playing with my hole he then moved over to my hole and began tag fucking us. Another top went straight inside the other sub and the top stayed in me after a few mins he grabbed me and pumped his seed inside me and walked away not long after one of the other watchers came didn’t last long but that doesn’t bother me I want multiple cocks but the spunk is all I need. After he’d finished the other sub was sucking one of the guy’s there was a guy in a balaclava at the bin I moved over and felt his bulge hard and thick pushed my head down and savoured his bulge through his jock before hungrily sucking him not long after he pushed me over the bin and rammed straight inside me began furiously fucking me he then unloaded then make me suck him dry his cock was glistening with the other loads so no issues licking if from him. When I got up the other dub had gone but there was a chav looking type and a guy still around. Went back to the tree the chav type came up nothing special but got his load. After a break there was few guy’s just walking around. There was a sub being fucked and 2 guy’s watching him I bent over the log in the dark area making sure I dropped my joggers so his mate could see almost straight away he or his mate came over played with my hole a bit till he was hard and gave a really good fuck the best of the night so far he lasted a good 15mins before I felt a good few squirts counted 7 by the time he pulled out. Didn’t hear anyone and can’t see much in that area so was getting up when a hand on my shoulder lowered me down made me suck him his cock tasted off ass and spunk maybe the top fucking the other sub he got me up and went straight inside after unloading which was a little bit he told me he’d already emptied his balls. When he left I waited a bit but no sound went to the other side the sub was still there I went over and felt his ass felt like he’d been filled a few times dropped down and got my tongue straight inside his tasty hole got as much as I could before moving on. Back at the fuck tree few guy’s around but I went back and had another 4 loads over the next hour. Went and sat down watching around most guy’s just walking around one black guy stopped came over and got his cock out began to suck he was beer can thick was hoping he’d be unloading in my ass after enjoying his meat he got me over the log and eased himself inside me couple of mins later a guy came to the other side of the log and got me to suck him after the black guy finished he got over the log and rammed his meat I remembered him from a few weeks ago rough and bruta after a good 10mins without a word said he grabbed my hips and shot a huge load inside me soon as he was out another one was straight in never heard another guy so after he filled me went quiet again was now 5am in the next couple of hours I had another 4 loads. Having another walk through I was filled by another guy saw a dog walker in the spaced out area I know what some of them are here for. Within 5mins he was balls deep inside me fucking hard and fast until he gave me his load. One last walk around was empty so I left fully satisfied and with a extremely full hole for me to enjoy at home

I call them 'assgasms'. And oh man... do they ever feel good. I have a regular FB who is a total ass lover. He loves to eat, rim, finger and fuck my hole. He has been slowly introducing me to FF and one afternoon we were playing and had smoked one and I was pretty relaxed while he played. He just kept slowly working my hole with his fingers. When he was up to four and starting to tease my prostate, I suddenly had this crazy feeling. He just looked at me and laughed and said "let it go... let it go... cum.... do it" and I relaxed and had my first assgasm. I knew I had done a thorough cleaning and I thought I was going to trust his judgement and really let my guts go... and BAM. It was nuts. He brought me off like that twice more within 10 minutes. I never knew this could happen. He is a great friend for many reasons now. Grin.

In lockdown I’ve been experimenting with prostate play and bought a couple of toys specifically designed for this, an Anersos and Pure Wand. I have to say with practice the feelings are beyond my expectations, sometimes so extreme I have to stop for a rest. I don’t believe I’ve had an orgasm yet but wow it can still have me wriggling almost out of control.

So I tried it with that, and it worked. I could feel a pop as the next sphincter opened (nothing painful or anything), and after that it just slid in like a breeze. Lovely sense of achievement! Still can’t do it with the dildo, unfortunately, but I’ll keep practicing. Thanks so much!

I just drank my own piss for the first time. A bit high on G and X. And I just took a glas and put it under my dick. I drank the full bladder. Gonna do it more often now!

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 take Metamucil everyday just as a habit now. It’s been the best thing for keeping my inside clean. Tops definitely don’t appreciate the work that goes into bottoming but they shouldn’t have to. They should just get an ass that looks like a hot wet thing to fuck and not a smelly shit hole. And I don’t want to taste shit when they go atm. I still do enemas when I’ve invited someone over but thanks to the Metamucil it’s usually just a quick rinse. Though one of my roommates friends commented the other weekend that every time he comes over I’m brushing my teeth and washing my ass out for another trick haha.

Was a nasty slut this weekend. Went to the local bathhouse Saturday night and got a room. Started off waiting in my room door open for guys to pass by. First load was a hung fat black guy. Lights off except in the hallway so couldn’t see any face. Bred me deep and hard, loved all the grunting using my white cunt. A couple more guys filed in. Met up with a buddy and flip fucked with him for a bit then headed into the public areas. Started playing with him until a crowd formed and we both hopped onto some random cocks. Nice and fat for our prelubed asses. Pretty much continued taking loads all night in the dark room and sauna. Really craving more black cock now. DC based here for anyone interested.

I wanna get choked on that hot rod till i cannot breathe. I want him to destroy my puasy mouth.

One guy did it and it was a little painful and ask him to leave. I regret because I was hoping to get a very hot load in my throat. The next guy who did the same I enjoyed, with a lot gagging feeling. Definitely I would like to try a blowing with a lot throatfuck and dropping cum at the end.

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,