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Chapter 2: Hearing this man, who I still had not seen his face, say what he did both scared and turned me on. This was the man who I apparently had expressed all my hidden desires to and he had set me up. He planned all this and here I was flying on meth, naked in a public bathroom, bent over with my cunt (never had I ever wanted that word used to describe my asshole) fully exposed, dripping the load of some unknown guy and wanting more. The man who set this all up, who I will call Sir, said to his friend, “Glad you enjoyed his cunt. But I think the little faggot wants more, don’t you faggot?” “Yes Sir, please, I need more. I need my cunt fucked more and more cum in me. Please.” “Let me see your baggie. Let’s see what we can do to the faggot.” I heard noises from behind and was tempted to turn and look, but realized, I didn’t want to see anything. I didn’t want to see the face of the man who was leading me to destruction. I didn’t want to see or know what he was doing; I just wanted to be destroyed. “Get the camera ready, I want this to be recorded.” A moment later I was instructed to turn my head to the left. I did and for a second all I saw was the bathroom stall wall. Then a hand appeared in front of my face, with a large piece of crystal in it.My eyes stretched wide open, my heart skipped a beat and I drew a gasp of air; I wanted this in me. I was officially on my way to being a full-fledged meth whore and no longer cared to fight it. “Please…please.” “What’s your name faggot?” “R-r-Roger, Sir” “Roger what faggot?” “Roger Johnson, Sir” “As of this moment, you no longer have that name. Your name is now Faggot, do you understand that?” “Yes Sir, my name is faggot, Sir.” “Good, good. Now look at the camera and tell me, what’s in my hand?” “Crystal, Sir. Meth, tina, FUN” Sir laughed, “You are already a whore for this aren’t you faggot?” “Yes, Sir. I need it. I want it. I’ll do whatever you tell me to. Please.” “Good faggot. Now tell the audience where you want it and how you want it.” I was too far gone to care anymore about pride or shame or fear of being found out. “In my faggot whore cunt Sir. I want, I need, you to shove it in me hard as you want and then rape it in me with your cock, Sir.” “Damn, you’re easier than I thought you would be. But we’ll see if you have regrets later” With that, the hand was removed from my sight. “Get on your knees on the toilet faggot and spread those cheeks. Show us that cunt you’re begging to have this rock in. Make me believe you deserve it.” It took a little balance, but I was able to do as ordered. I kneeled on the toilet seat, placing my head against the wall to stabilize myself. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks, showing off my cunt hole, I’m sure for the men who were recording my debasement. “Please Sir, shove the rock in my cunt. No, please shove it in your faggot’s cunt and rape me like the faggot I am. I want, no I need, you to do what you want to this cunt. Please Sir.” “Good, faggot. Hold this for a sec.” I thought he was talking to me, but I soon learned he was talking to the other guy. I heard the tell-tale sounds of Sir unbuckling his belt and pulling it free. This was followed by the audible sound of his pants unsnapping and zipper coming down. I thought, “Oh fuck yeah, I’m getting another cock in me.” What happened next caught me unaware. Without warning, I felt Sir’s belt go around my neck in a loop and tighten with the buckle at the side of my neck. I instinctively reacted by trying to pull away. This was a mistake, and I paid immediately as the belt was yanked backward, instantly stopping my movement and cutting off my air. “Don’t you fucking move. Don’t you EVER fight me faggot. You will never win, and you will always hurt afterward. CLEAR?” “Yes Sir,” I was able to gasp before the belt was released and my throat was allowed to take air in. “I am sorry, Sir.” “Shut the fuck up, faggot. Spread that cunt hole open. Let’s really see if you want and deserve my dick.” I reached further in to my ass crack, finding my hole and stretching it out as much as possible. “That’s it faggot, show the men what you have and tell them what you want done to it.” “Please, I need this faggot cunt fucked, bred, raped, destroyed. Do whatever you want. I have no right to deny you what you want to do. I’m just a faggot, here for you to use. Get me high, wreck me, PLEASE.” Without warning, I felt Sir slam his fingers in my cunt and I immediately felt the scrape and tell-tale burn of the shard of crystal in my cunt. I slammed backward, taking his fingers to the base and immediately pulling away, only to slam back down. “That’s it faggot, show the men what you want. You’d take my fist if I wanted to wouldn’t you?” “Yes Sir, whatever you want to do to me, do it.” Sir yanked his fingers out, placed his cock head at my cunt, grabbed the belt and yanked me backwards, both cutting off my airflow and slamming me down to the base of his cock in one thrust. I immediately learned one important thing: I was no longer in control; I was nothing more than a cunt for use. The pain and pleasure were simultaneous as the meth continued to burn as it was shoved deeper in my cunt. For the first time ever, I felt another area deep in my asscunt getting hit. It sent explosions of pleasure throughout my body. “Open that hole for me faggot.” Sir pulled out, only slam back in harder than before. Again that new area, which I now realized was another hole, was pounded again. Sir repeated this several times, finally giving up on the attempt to break that hole open . He pulled on the belt while I was fully impaled on his dick. “You will open that hole soon. Fight it now, but I know just how to get through it faggot. That hole is my property, do you understand?” I was barely able to gasp, “Yes Sir,” before he released the belt and began a full fuck. He pulled out and slammed in to me over and over again, sometimes just to the head of his dick, sometimes completely out, waiting for my hole to try and close, before slamming back open. I stayed in position, giving up all control of my body and mind to this brutal fuck, begging over and over, “Rape me Sir, breed my cunt.” “I’m gonna breed you, faggot. Don’t you fucking worry about that. Tell the men, faggot, are you Poz?” “No Sir, I’m negative,” I was able to say in multiple steps as he continued the brutal assault on my cunt. “Neg? Do you want to stay Neg boy?” “I, I, ye… It’s not up to me Sir.” He slammed into me again, stopping as he was balls deep. “Tell me what that means, faggot.” “You own me Sir, I’m your cunt. It’s your choice.” Again the belt was yanked backward, pulling my head to his face. “You’re going to take any load I tell you to?” “Yes, Sir.” “Even Poz loads?” “Yes Sir.” “Toxic loads?” I paused, knowing what this meant. “If that’s what you tell me to do, yes, Sir, I will. It’s not my choice anymore.” “You’re going to beg for loads aren’t you faggot? You’re going to give up your cunt wherever, whenever, and to whomever wants it. Tell me faggot.” “Yes Sir. My cunt is not mine anymore. I am nothing more than a faggot cunt boy to be used anytime. I will beg for any load, spread my cunt for whoever wants it.” “Beg me for my load? Do you even want to know my status?” “Please Sir, give me your cum. Shoot it deep in my cunt. I don’t care.” “Beg me for my toxic load. Tell all the men what you want.” “Please Sir, breed me with your toxic cum. Knock me up, pozme Sir. I need your seed Sir.” “Fuck you. Stupid little faggot cunt. You’re going to regret that.” He then began his brutal rape of my hole, pounding me over and over. “Please Sir, poz your faggot cunt. Poz me Sir.” Within a minute, his breathing intensified and he grunted as he slammed into me one last time as he began shooting his load in me. “Oh, fuck yeah faggot, take my dirty seed. Take my toxic seed. It’s too late for you.” “Fuck yes, Sir, knock me up. Make me yours. Thank you Sir.” He jerked at least five times, pumping his cum deep in my cunt. I swear I could feel the cum shooting into me, burning the walls of my cunt. “That’s it faggot, your all mine now.” “Yes Sir.” As he slowly pulled out, he told the other guy, “Hand me the bag.” I soon felt a duffle bag drop across my back. He pulled something out and then dropped the bag on the floor. I heard the other guy whistle and say, “He’s gonna feel that…” “Give me your baggie again.” I heard more rustling as Sir pulled his dick all the way and replaced it with two fingers. “Push out faggot,” and removed his cum coated fingers. I remained in that position while waiting for whatever Sir had in store for me. “Damn, you sure?” “Don’t ever question me. You know I own your ass, and will bitch you if you ever piss me off. Understood pussy boy?” I was wondering what was going on when I had not said a word. Then I heard the first guy, much more demure than ever before, say, “Yes Master. I am sorry for my disrespect.” Holy fuck, the straight guy isn’t as dominant as he made himself out to be. With my head still facing to the left, I was able to briefly look up at him and saw a different, submissive look on his face. He caught me looking and appeared to shudder in shame as he was discovered. Before I could think or say anything more, I felt something at my cunt. Something big. Without warning, Sir shoved as hard as he could and my cunt was stretched more than ever. I also felt more burning; whatever was going in must have been coated with more crystal. “Push your cunt out faggot, this is going in one way or another.” I pushed out and he pushed in. I felt a painful stretch as what I realized was a huge butt plug stretched me wide before finally fully breaching my cunt and sliding in. My cunt closed in around the base, and I could tell that the base was bigger than either of the dicks that had just fucked me. I groaned as the stretch continued and the burn diminished. “Stand up, faggot.” I slowly got down from the toilet seat, wobbling as I did due to the lack of blood flow and the amount of meth swarming through my body. The first guy took hold of me to keep me from falling. When I was more able to stand on my own, Sir looked at me and I saw his face for the first time. “Mr. Young?” “Yes, faggot. Like I told you, you’re gonna regret giving me control of you.” I looked downward and responded, “No regrets Sir. Do what you want. I’m your property.” He laughed and lifted my head, facing me to him. “That’s a good boy. Now, let’s get you dressed and out of here. You’re day is far from over. And don’t worry about work, I already called you out sick. And, I sent a few of the guys your pictures. They already look forward to when you get back to work. You are going to be our faggot prison bitch.” I had never imagined that I’d ever let my fantasies out of my head. Now, here I was standing in front of a co-worker, naked and high as a kite, knowing that this man had full control of me. “Does, Mr. Rounds know?” “I knew it; you want that black man to use you don’t you?” “Yes, Sir.” “Oh, he’s ready for you. I don’t think you’re ready for him, though. But I’m going to enjoy watching it all happen.” I smiled and said, “I can’t wait for it.” Sir bent down and pulled a package out of his duffel. He handed it to me and told me, “Get dressed, faggot. You’ve got a date at the bathhouse.” I opened the bag, looked in it, and then looked back at Sir. “Is this all I…?” A slap came out of nowhere and my head flinched to the right. “Don’t question me, just do what I tell you.” “Yes, Sir.” I pulled out the jockstrap and t-shirt, both of which were clearly not brand new. The jock strap was branded from Nasty Pig and had a special title across the back part of the waist: “Faggot cumdump.” “My handy work. Like it?” “Yes Sir.” The shirt was a small, so a size smaller than me. The front of it was emblazoned with a large bio-hazard symbol and said, “PNP faggot, property of Sir Y.” The back said, “Faggot whore. Meth Pig. No load refused,” with an arrow pointing down. I looked at both, shocked at the blatant messaging, and then looked at Sir. “Thank you Sir. Thank you for setting me free and making me your property.” He smirked at me, then spit directly in my face. “Shut the fuck up faggot and get dressed.” I put the shirt and jockstrap on, then looked at my pants and shirt, crumpled on the floor. “No. My faggots don’t get to wear clothes. Boy, pick them up.” It still shocked me; this rough, dom straight guy, submits immediately to Sir. He picked up my clothes and shoved them in the duffel bag. Sir Y saw the look on my face and smiled. “You don’t recognize him do you faggot?” I looked more closely and something seemed familiar. Introduce yourself boy. See if tells the faggot why he knows you. “My name is Jose ____” I looked at him, then at Sir Y, and then back. “Holy fuck, you’re…” “Yes, he’s my brother. He’ll soon be Master Y’s new bitch. I can’t wait for it to happen. And from what I know about your relationship with him, I’m sure you can’t wait for it either.” I smiled and said, hoping to not get a slap from either man, “I hope that little shit hurts and hates every minute of whatever happens to him.” I look at Sir, “I’m ready.” He looked back at me, tilted his head, and said, “We’ll see about that. If it’s you or the meth talking. Now, get walking.” With only a brief hesitation, I walked out of the stall and to the door. I could not believe that in less than an hour, I had gone from a repressed gay man, to a full-fledged meth whore with two loads of cum, who knows how much meth flowing through me and a huge buttplug in me that I felt with every step I took. And, more than that, about to step into this new existence, in public, in a shirt and jockstrap only, which fully announce what I am. I held the door for my two men. And humbly, but proudly, walked into my new life.

I’ve had fantasies, DARK FANTASIES, for as long as I can remember. They have evolved over the years, from public sex at gloryholes (okay maybe that’s not dark) to more open public sex at parks, rough sex, rape and more. Recently, I’ve been reading Chem Sex stories and the thought of drugs, both consensual and forced, has intertwined into my fantasies. The problem is, they have always remained that, fantasy. I’ve been to scared to even verbalize them, let alone follow through on them, or even write/chat about online. Until now that is. A few weeks ago, I created a profile on NKP and thought that this would be a way to put my fantasies out and not be worried about them getting out of my control. I loved reading some of the more hardcore profiles and was sort of envious of the guys who could express, and possibly act on these impulses. I put in my profile that I was new to all this and had dark fantasies and put Ask Me for the drug use area. I put a couple of pics, one body, one ass, in the profile. Unsurprisingly, I received responses fairly quickly and got hard reading responses and looking at the profiles. One response stood out as it was not overly explicit, but more supportive and encouraging exploration. His picture was also nice, a good body and a pretty nice appearing fat cock. I responded back to him and said I’d love to chat more. We emailed back and forth, with me not realizing at first, as he moved me to talk more and more about what my fantasies encompassed. He never once made me feel ashamed or dirty about what I was writing, and also never pushed for us to hook up. However, I realize now, he was making me give up my control to him and was wearing me down for his chance to corrupt me. After several weeks, he began exploiting my fantasies and talking about moving them from make believe to real. We talked about my work and week schedule, what I would be doing and wear I would be. I told him that I had an appointment at the DMV to get a new driver’s license one morning before work. He started a chat about meeting me there and fucking me in the bathroom. I said, “Fuck that’d be hot, but not something I’m ready for.” He understood, saying, “Fantasy is great.” I didn’t hear from him for a couple days, until the night before my DMV appointment. We did some more hot chatting, him encouraging me to pump a load out while we did this and then to push it into my hole. I was so fucking turned on by this that I did it and when I told him I did, he responded, “that’s not the last load of cum going up your ass, boy.” I got up the next day, drove to the DMV and waited to be called up. I looked around the room, passing the time, and saw this hot guy sitting in front and to my right. He was wearing a t-shirt, ballcap and sweat pants that were a little tighter than most guys wear. I had to quickly turn away when he turned his head to the left. A couple of minutes later, he got up and walked across the room to a table. I watched every step, seeing a bulge in his crotch and the sweats tight on his ass. At the table, he stretched and his shirt pulled up, showing a line of hair that disappeared into his pants. He reached up his shirt, causing his stomach and more hair to show. He caught me staring, smirked at me and mouthed the word, “Faggot” at me. I don’t think I’ve ever been more humiliated, or turned on, then I was in that moment. My dick was hurting as I watched him walk back to his chair. When my number was called, I walked up to the counter, passing him, and heard him whisper, “Fag boy” and then chuckle. I tried keeping my attention on the clerk helping me but it was hard to focus. A couple of minutes later, I felt my chair get bumped, harder then if by accident, and looked up to see him walking past me to the other window. As he began talking to his clerk, I continued struggling with my own clerk. I listened to him talking about seeing his kid for his birthday later today and how he doesn’t get to see her much because of the kid’s mother. I got up to take my picture when I noticed a piece of paper next to my chair. When I got back to the chair, I reached down and picked it up, thinking maybe I had dropped. As I was leaning back up after picking the paper up, I saw him again looking and smirking. I unfolded the paper and was turned on by what I read. It simply said, “Bathroom faggot.” I looked back, but he was talking with his clerk, appearing to have disregarded me. After I paid for my license, I got up to leave and walked out of the room, trying to ignore the note. As I was walking out, I saw the restroom sign, with an arrow pointing down a hallway. I paused, willing myself to turn and walk out the building. The longer I stood there, the harder it was to choose to walk out the building. I felt my feet moving of their own accord as they turned me left and began walking down the hall toward the bathroom. I tried telling them to stop, but it did not work. I walked down the hall about 20 feet and entered the men’s room before I knew what was happening. I walked to the last stall, and entered. Not knowing why I did it, I turned to the stall door and dropped down on my knees. Some other part of my brain, the one that contained all the fantasies had seemingly taken control. Kneeling on the floor, I put my hands behind my back and leaned my head down to the floor. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and footsteps approaching the stall where I was kneeling. I heard a deep voice say, “That’s what I knew a faggot like you would do.” I lifted my eyes up and as my head began to lift, he told me to just look forward at his cock. I stopped at his dick, which was sticking out of his pants. It looked to be about 7” long hard, and about the size of a Red Bull around. He simply said, “Suck it faggot, that’s all your good for.” It turned me on hearing him insult and debase me and I leaned forward, opening my mouth and, for the first time, I gave into my fantasy of sex in a public bathroom. After having his cock head in my mouth for a few seconds, he grabbed the back of my head and yanked it toward his crotch, saying, “Hurry up faggot, I’m not here for a head job.” I felt him push at my throat and immediately started to choke. I also heard somewhere in my head, my voice yelling at me to stop this and get out of there. That voice was drowned out by the pain of him continuing to force himself into my throat as he forced my lips to his pubes and crotch. He laughed at the pain I was going through, the choking and the tears it was causing. “That’s where faggots like you belong, on your knees gagging on my straight cock.” He pulled out before slamming back in, pushing into my throat and repeating this several times. “Fuck yeah faggot, you’re starting to get better.” As the throat rape continued, I felt my throat loosen and the gag reflex subsiding. After a couple of minutes of this, with his cock jammed all the way in, he told me, “Stand the fuck up and lose the fucking pants.” I tried shaking my head to tell him “No” but his response cut directly through me, “Do it, or you’re going to regret it. Badly.” I tried pulling off his cock in order to stand up and he immediately grabbed the back of my head again, shoving it back down on his cock and said, “I told you to stand up, not get off my cock. Now get the fuck up before I have to hurt you.” Using my hands and feet for leverage, I was able to stand up without dislodging his cock. I reached down and was somehow successful in unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my pants. “C’mon faggot,” he ordered as he grabbed my pants and began yanking them downward. I was able to get them down to my ankles and eventually kick them off. I felt his hand reach over to my ass and the sound of the slap and the pain from him slapping my ass were a shock I was not expecting and I seemed to take even more of his dick in. I felt him reach back with his left hand and pull my ass cheeks apart. I heard him spit and his right returned to my ass, rubbing the spit directly on my hole. Then, without any warning, I felt my hole get ripped open by one of his fingers as he jammed it in. I grunted in pain as I had not had anything up my ass in months (damn COVID). He fucked me with one finger, and then jammed in a second one. Without lube and having been so tight, my hole was in serious pain. After fucking me with two fingers for a minute or so, he ripped them out, putting an angle on them to pull my hole open upwards as he exited. The order was direct, “Turn around faggot and spread that ass for me.” For a second, I did not know what to do and he smacked me hard on the side of my head, “Now faggot.” I pulled off his cock, almost immediately missing the feeling in my stretched out throat. I turned around, bent over and spread my ass cheeks. “Nice fag pussy. But it’s going to be even nicer when I’m done with you.” I heard him hocking his throat and then spitting directly onto my hole. I then felt his fingers jam back in and a second later, I felt a burn beginning in my ass. I immediately knew, from reading all the chem sex stories. He had just shoved a shard of meth up my ass. I immediately said, “No, please take it out.” He laughed and said, “Too late for that,” and as he said that, the first wave of meth hit my brain and I began to feel the impact. My hole began to open up and the craving for more in my ass began. I pushed back on his fingers, reaching the base of them. He laughed, “There it is. The faggot is awake.” He yanked his fingers out and said, “I think you need a little more help.” This time I felt three fingers jam in and a new, and more intense burning begin. I immediately groaned, in pleasure and pain from the burn, but again shoved my ass down to the base of his fingers. Before I could stop myself, I begged him, “Fuck me, please. Shove your dick in me. Please, I need you to fuck…rape my faggot pussy hard.” I heard that laugh again as he yanked his fingers out again. I felt a cool liquid drop on my hole and pushed back to try and get to his cock. He put his hand on my back and stopped me, saying, “You should be more careful what you ask for.” I felt his cock head on my hole and before I could even think about being ready, he slammed through my hole and ran all the way in, balls deep, on the first thrust. The pain was immense and I screamed out in response. However, the darkness again took over as I groaned, “Oh god, yes, fuck me, rape me.” He pulled all the way out and then slammed back in, doing this over and over again until he told me, “Your pussy is wide open, begging me for my dick.” He slammed back in and I grunted in pleasure as he then proceeded to give what I begged for, a brutal rape fuck slamming into me over and over again, not caring what he was doing to me. I felt myself slamming back on him as he slammed into me, feeling him hit my prostate every time. This fuck did not last long and he warned me, “I’m gonna cum faggot, I’m gonna shoot my dirty load in you.” I barely made out the word “Dirty” but didn’t care. I begged, “Please, shoot your load in me, knock my cunt up, give it to me.” After several more hard and deep thrusts, he slammed in one last time as he said, “Here it is faggot,” as I felt him start to spasm as he pumped his load deep in my ass. I kept begging him, “Give it to me. Load me up.” After several spasms, he grunted as he finished, “Fucking faggot, that’s a big strong load of cum up your ass. Thank me for letting you have it.” “Thank you for giving me your load Sir, I needed it.” He slowly pulled out, telling me to squeeze my cunt so I didn’t drop any of his cum. I did the best I could, but could feel some cum slide out. I heard rustling and he handed me my phone, showing a picture of my stretched open hole with cum dripping out. I could only respond, “Oh fuck,” as he said, “You’ll probably enjoy the video too.” I scrolled back and started the video, which began with a very visible shot of the shard he shoved in me. “I used my phone and shared the video with yours. You’re going to enjoy the responses that this video gets.” I tried to fight my brain back into control, but the meth was too much in control. I begged him to fuck me more, but he laughed and said, “I will but not now. I think the next guy can help you out.” I heard, as if on cue, the bathroom door open and footsteps approach. A part of me fought to stand back up and try to prevent being seen. However, the voice inside my head, and the order I was given, “Don’t you fucking move,” kept me under control. I heard a new voice say, “There’s the faggot I knew you were.” This didn’t make any sense at first until the first guy said, “Thanks for letting me break him open. He’s a good little fag fuck. Especially with the two shards I gave him.” The second guy laughed and said, “He’s been fucking waiting for this day. I’ve spent too much time breaking his mind down. Now it’s time to break that ass open, more than he’s begged for. SO MUCH MORE.” To be continued, if you want

13. Doing the Devil's Work "You're a Devil worshipper?" I asked. It was hard to believe; Sir seemed so clean and fit. "I mean, you follow the devil?" "Yeah," Sir said. "I am a Devil worshipper." I stared at him. The light had changed; it wasn't the pure white of earlier. It had darkened and grown red. His skin glistened with sweat, and drops formed on the hair covering his muscular chest. "You mean," I started. I had to ask. His cock was buried in my hole, and the thought of a dark satanic orgy seemed really hot. "I mean. You're evil?" Sir still, not moving nor saying anything. I was terrified I had said the wrong thing, but then he smiled. 'No. Not evil. Don't worry." I relaxed. "He's never been about evil. He's about pleasure." Sir pushed his cock into me, his dickhead rubbing up against my prostate. I groaned in pleasure, and my dick continued to dribble pre-cum. "About fun," Sir continued, as he pushed his thick cock into my hole. I had never felt so full of cock before. "He's about this," he said, nodding to my hole. "Definitely about this." He pulled out again, and rubbed my p-spot some more. "Feels sooo good," I moaned. "Doesn't it?" Sir asked me. I nodded. "This is what Sarah Palin is really about. Pleasure. It's the puritanical Christians that fucked society." He was smiling; for a moment his eyes were glowing. Sir continued. "The ones that can’t take yes for an answer. This is our way of fucking back." He turned his head, the glow disappeared. It was just my head playing tricks on me. "I fucking love pleasure," Sir continued. The lights were definitely dimmer now, and the music was definitely louder. The room had filled up with even more men, and the room had the salty, musky odor of mansex mixed with the chemical scent of the crystal they were smoking. Sir pushed his cock deep into my hole. "Pure. fucking. pleasure," he said. I didn't think Sir had cum, and yet his dick burnt worse than any devil's dick could. My head was foggy. He hurt like a devil and had just told me he was a devil worshipper. He said it wasn't evil. It was all for pleasure. "Pleasure," he suddenly whispered in my ear. I moaned. He kissed me, and pistoned his cock in and out of me. "Please," I begged. I was still playing with my soft cock; I was surprised at how much pre-cum I was dripping. I wanted to cum so badly, only my dick wasn't cooperating with me. "Pleasure." "That's it. Embrace the fun. Sex and Drugs," he said. He paused, and nodded up to the music. There was a thumping deep house bass. "And pleasure." "Pleasure," I repeated. "Nothing but pleasure." "No fears. Just do what feels good, right?" He kissed me again, pressing his body against mine. He was hot and sweaty. Even with his hair, our bodies slid against each other. "Fuck yeah," I moaned. "Please. Give me your cock. Give me your load." Even though I had gotten bred barely twenty minutes ago, I needed another one. Sir was already in me. "Breed me." "I love to share my gift," he said. "A lot of guys here like to share their seed." "I want all of them," I said. I didn't care what kind of slut that made me. I was so fucking high and so fucking horny. I wanted every single guy in the room to unload in me. Besides, it was all fine. "Take every load." "Every fucking load that you can," Sir said. He was smiling at me, still fucking me. Only a few minutes ago, it had been painful and sore and hot and intense. But now, I had found the pleasure, and that pain had disappeared. Now it was relaxed, hot, dirty fun. "Show us how slutty you can be." "Make me drip with sperm," I grunted. The only thing I could focus on was the cock in my hole, and even then, my mind would race off to so many other thoughts. For a moment, I stared at his pentagram. It was coated with my pre-cum, from when Sir had pressed his body against mine. It looked so fucking hot in the now deep red light. There was nothing that should have held me back. I didn't have to worry about a disease. Everything was going to be fine. "Cum in me," I said. I wanted to feel his devil sperm inside me. "Cum in me. I'm on Prep." "I know," Sir said. "But you know. It's not perfect. You have to be careful sometimes. And really know what you want." He pushed the full length of his cock back inside me. I shivered in pleasure. "Please," I moaned. "Breed me." I knew what I wanted. I wanted his cock. I wanted his sperm. But most of all, as his dick dripped pre-cum into me, I wanted to be part of this orgiastic brotherhood. But the way Sir had spoken. I wondered. "Careful?" I asked. "Well. There's some Prep-resistant strains out there." He nodded towards the darkness and the city lights beyond. I had known about viral resistance. It had always been so very abstract, but now, it felt so close. The idea of getting infected had been scary just a few hours ago. But with so many hot poz cocks already in me, HIV didn't seem all that scary. It almost seemed kinda hot. The freedom to not worry any more. My dick was still dripping pre-cum. Even as dark as the idea of getting purposefully infected had an allure. It seemed so sexy, especially with a man like Sir. Or Colby. Or Jon. I wanted sperm inside me. I didn't care what would happen. But I tried to play it cool. "What?" I asked. "Yeah. Sometimes the drugs don't work against the virus. It can happen a lot with long-term survivors." He paused. "Although some guys seek it out." "Seek it out?" I asked. It sounded so hot. Prep didn't matter. Prep was the problem, not the solution. There were men that could infect me. The drugs were messing with my mind, but I couldn't help it. I wanted poz cum in my hole. "Yeah. Like the deacon of our Coven," Sir said. He nodded again to the mass of naked men around us, fucking. "He's got full-blown AIDS now. And he's resistant to Prep." I thought about how the Deacon's dick would feel barebacking my vulnerable hole. He would cum inside me, and his sperm would burn when it hit my rectal walls. Colby's sperm had only burnt for a few minutes. The Deacon's sperm would burn much longer. I wondered how long Sir's sperm would burn. Or Jon's. "But how?" I asked. In my hand, my dick was starting to grow. "Did it just happen?" "He bred it himself. Skipped doses of medicines. Let unmedicated guys fuck him. Used every drug he was offered. He was a total sleaze hound. And that's why he's the Deacon." The Deacon was poz, and my medications were defenseless against his strain. He could infect me. Infected. The word was a turn-on. "That's so," I started. I was playing with my dick and it was suddenly hard. "Hot?" Sir asked. He had noticed that my dick had grown. Compared to Sir's massive tool, it was small. But when I got hard, it was like steel. I arched my back, letting it stick straight up. "It's hard not to notice your dick," he said. I nodded. Sir leaned over me, and whispered in my ear. "Tell you what," he started. "Find me later tonight. If you haven't gotten what you need. I'll introduce you to him." He gave me a quick kiss. "If you still want it, of course." "Poz me," I said. I shivered when I said it. I shivered again when I realized that I meant it. I needed to be like all these men. I needed their freedom. They had stared down Death, and come out better for it. I wouldn't be satisfied until I got the Deacon's sperm. "Careful what you wish for," Sir whispered in my ear. "You may just get it." "Please. Fuck me. Breed Me. Poz Me." My dick was hard now. I couldn't believe how turned on I was, thinking about strange men fucking me raw. I didn't care about prep any longer. All that mattered was raw, unprotected, infected dick. "Poz me," I grunted again. "Poz me?" a new voice said. I opened my eyes, and saw Jon standing above me. He had lost the dark red codpiece, and his fat cock was hanging in front of him. He still had the motorcycle boots and the harness on, and he still looked like the devil. "I take it things are going well here," he said to Sir. "Right on schedule," Sir said. "He's an eager, hungry boy." "That's what I thought. You bred him yet?" "Not yet," Sir said. "Almost there." "You going to take his load?" Jon asked me. "You know, he's poz." "I know," I said. "It's hot." "I want to see you take his load," Jon said. He was smiling, and starting to play with his dick. "He's a hard fucker." "You should know," Sir said. "You're pretty damn evil yourself." I realized that these two older studs had fucked each other. Neither of them had been half-hearted fucking me; I wondered what it would be like when they got together. The fact that they had both bottomed only made them seem even more powerful. They had a choice, and they had decided to take dick. "Evil and toxic," Jon said. His dick was now hard. He leaned over the couch, placing his dick directly in front of my mouth. I started to lick it; I could taste cum and lube and spit. It tasted like he had put his dick up several more boys since he had fucked me. "Take it," Jon said, gently pressing his dick into my mouth. I gulped down on Jon's shaft. He was dripping pre-cum, and I lapped up every drop. "That's right," Sir said to me. "Get him hard." He turned his attention to Jon. "Want to fuck him after I'm done?" "You gonna give him your gift?" Jon asked. "Hell yeah," Sir said. "He was getting Colby's dick when I came over. So he's got experience." "I'm sure he does," Jon said. His cock was pressed against the back of my throat. I was glad he wasn't trying to push it any deeper; I was right at the edge of gagging. "He was pretty damn thirsty when we last met." I remembered when Jon had shoved his cock inside my hole. The fuck seemed like it had taken place years ago. "Leeease," I managed to grunt. It was hard to say anything with Jon's cock still filling my mouth. "Oz eee." Jon had fucked me barely a few hours ago. But despite how hard his cock was inside me, he didn't cum earlier. He owed me a load. "Fuck yeah," Sir said. His cock was a thick, solid shaft plunging in and out of my hole. I knew it had to hurt. I knew I was in agony from the fuck. But they were just facts. They didn't capture the full erotic intensity of what Sir was doing to me. The pain was all happening to someone else though. Instead, all I could feel was the pleasure, and the pleasure was almost overwhelming. "FUCK YEAH," he grunted again. "Breed him," Jon said. His cock was just as hard as Sir's dick, and even harder than I remembered it was earlier in the evening. "Give him your seed." "Leease," I repeated, still barely tolerating Jon's cock. "Ucking Oz Eee," I moaned. I needed Sir's cum. I didn't care if he was poz, neg, or had no idea. I just wanted sperm inside me. "FUCK," Sir moaned, and slammed his dick into me. He held himself deep, making sure that his dickhead was buried in my soft, vulnerable rectal walls. His cock throbbed, and pulsed, and the familiar warmth of semen filled my guts. "OH FUCK," Sir grunted again, and there was another spurt of his thick cream into my guts. "Give it to him." Jon was encouraging him, leaning in and kissing him on the lips. The two were abusing me; there was a familiar warmth starting to spread outward from my guts. From what Sir had told me, that meant he was filling me with an infected load. I moaned again. My ass was just warm, almost hot. But this time it wasn't a painful burning. This was just a persistent heat, and it slowly spread out from my stomach. "Feel that toxic load?" Jon asked. He was leaning over, looking down at me. "OOOOOHHH," I moaned. "FUUUCK," Sir responded, blasting another load of his toxic spunk into my guts. I had never even barebacked a day ago. Now I was hard as a rock, having high-viral load HIV sperm pumped into my body. I was having the time of my life. "TAKE. IT." Each word was more cum in my hole. "By the end of the night, Ke-" Jon started to say something, then saw Sir's glance. "Boy," he corrected himself. "You're going to be knocked up." He pulled his cock out of my mouth, finally giving me the chance to speak. "Fucking breed me," I moaned. "Poz me up." "Fuck YEAH," Sir yelped, and his cock pulsed one last time. Even after that last pulse, there was still a stream of cock-juice dripping into my hole. I could feel how hot it was, but the painful burn had still not returned. "That's it," Jon said. "Beg for it. That's what we want to hear from an eager boy like you." "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I moaned. Sir's dick was still dripping cum into me. I milked his cock, trying to get every last drop out. I couldn't stop thinking about how he had just filled me with poz sperm. Or that he was a self-professed Devil worshipper. I had been warned about this lifestyle, but now that I was part of it, I never wanted to leave. "You fucking came in me." "I did, boy. And you loved it. Look at your dick." My cock was hard and dripping, despite all the drugs I had done. I felt so good. Sir's cock felt great and his infected cum was soaking into my body. "Now. Take care of that load for me. Let it soak in." "Thank you, Sir," I said. The phrase felt right; I had never had the urge to call another man Sir, but today, it seemed natural. "I'll keep it as long as I can." "That's the right attitude," Sir said. He turned to Jon. "Had some K about thirty minutes ago and blew some clouds with me." Sir looked me over. "I think he can do more." "I'm sure he will," Jon said. Sir leaned in and kissed me. "Find me if you still need it," he whispered in my ear. Before I could say anything, he had gotten back up, and was sliding his dick out of my hole. "Damn, that's sloppy," Sir said. I felt like my guts were being pulled out with his cock, despite all the cum lubricating us. He left me empty; there was only a gentle warmth remaining. I was glad it wasn't the same burn I had with Colby; I may have begged for poz sperm just a few moments ago, but my head was finally starting to clear. "He'll get more," Jon said. Sir had pulled out the last of his cock, leaving me completely empty. "Right on," Sir said, and slapped my ass. My skin burnt where his hand hit me. "I'm sure you're going to get plenty more." He stood up from the sofa, walked into the cloudy darkness, and left me alone with Jon. Jon pulled me up so I was facing him, then wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. "Your hole," he said, and kissed me again. "So fucking used."

I work at a retail job. Boring, tedious, but a night few days ago was decidedly different. I was working stocking freight when a young man came up to me, and mumbled something to me. I asked him to repeat himself as I didn't hear him. He came closer, pulled down his mask, and told me that I should meet him in the nearby bathroom and suck his cock. Being caught off guard, I didn't know what to say, other than to let him know that I didn't want to get caught and fired. He told me that he would go ahead and be in the bathroom in three minutes, and if I didnt show after five more, he would just go home. After he walked away, I debated on what to do, and decided that I would just go tell him that we should go do things in his car instead of a public bathroom at my job. I walked into the handicapped stall, and he was stroking a huge hard cock, and I couldn't help it. I was on my knees, taking his cock into my throat, gagging on his length, loving the slutty feel of being choked on such a long thick cock in a public bathroom. He was moaning as I worked his cock in and out of my mouth, sucking him and licking his shaft. He pulled out and asked me to bend over, drop my pants, and show him my ass. I dropped my pants and after rubbing his cock along my ass crack a few times, he found my hole and pushed his cock inside, pumping a little at a time, pulling out and pushing in deeper with each penetration until his balls were slapping my ass. We heard someone enter the bathroom, so he pulled out and sat on the toilet, stroking his cock and fingering my hole. After a few people came and went, we were alone again, and he said he was going to cum. He pushed his cock into my hole and a pump or two later he flooded my bowels with his hot load, and remained deep inside me for a minute or two until his cock slipped out and his cum started dripping into my underwear. I quickly pulled my underwear up and got dressed again. I told him to hit me up again sometime, but to try to find a less public place to breed me. I left the stall with a smile on my face and an ass full of cum.

A top I know asked me last week if I wanted to play and if I can handle a gang bang! He made a post on a site called double list last week and said I wanted a gang bang! Saturday he said he told tons of men to come and breed me so I was kinda nervous ! In a all day period I took 14 BBC and 2 BWCs! Bred with 16 loads and now I’m so sore but I filled with tons of nut! My next goal is to take 50 dicks and loads in a day!

I signed on to BBRT. Two messages - one the usual advert for a party and the second from Twinkhole69. This looked interesting. As a beefy bear I know the twinks love a proper man to ride em. His profile said "my status - not sure". Your status "no preference". He was a slim blonde twink aged 23 and his profile said he loved to ride cock. Perfect! The message said "hey, wanna use me sir and give me your load". I replied "sure - I need some meat - wanna know my status?". He was still online and replied "not yet sir, here's my address..." It was nearby so I told him to be ready in 20 mins and headed round. It was in a block of flats so I buzzed his number and he said - "cum in, doors open". I climbed the stairs and walked straight into his flat closing the door behind me. One room was half dark with the room open and I walked in shutting it behind me. I felt his beautiful skinny ass starting to finger it - at this he sniffed from his poppers. I asked if he wanted to know my status "he said - not yet". I replied "such a slut aren't you?". His answer was very honest "yes, I take a lot of loads - raw every Saturday and Sunday but last test was neg. Honestly mate I could have anything - I should be open - like my hole - would understand if you don't want to go further". My cock had got rock solid at this news and I said "sniff lad". He did and I pushed my rock hard cock into his pre-lubed hole. "That answer your question?" I asked. He said "yes sir, 100%". I commanded him to "sniff again" and as he did I whispered "want my poz cock?" into his ear and he shouted "yes sir, make tonight the night, breed me". I said to him I would, I'd pound his slut hole and get him pregnant. "I'm fucking every load you've ever had into your hole right now and making it take - making it worthwhile." I asked if it was just lube he'd used as his hole was feeling amazing. He replied "no, you're the second guy to cum in me today". He begged me to fuck the cum into his hole deeper and harder. The thought of this twink coating my cock in his sex was too much and my balls tensed up and he felt it and screamed "poz me daddy" and I did squirting load after load into his dirty cumhole. He snuggled into my big hairy chest and feel asleep. I knew I could have a lot more fun with this lad...

Part 7 - The Silver Cock Ring Mike walked towards the kitchen carrying his pride and joy, the one sex toy that he had commissioned for himself and the most expensive. Wearing a yellow and black jockstrap and 15 hole boots with yellow laces he caught sight of himself in the hallway mirror and smirked to himself, he was looking forward to meeting this guy tonight, for some reason he seemed a little out there and not the usual guys you found on the hook up app. In his hand a solid silver half inch width cock ring, his fingers ran over the smooth shiny metal as he wandered in to the kitchen and reached under the sink grabbing the silver polish. Sitting down he dabbed some polish on to a cloth then carefully and with meticulous detail he began polishing it. It was his one weird ritual before a meet and he loved how it shone reflecting any light when it moved quickly from his rapid thrusting. He had a feeling the dark haired cutie was a little naïve and make a simply perfect target for him to poz up. Since changing his profile to read versatile he had more luck collecting an array of guys who were clean cut and very unsuspecting. He picked up a clean cloth and began buffing it looking at the clock on the wall that was inching ever closer towards 8pm. Satisfied with how it looked he cleaned up and walked back to the bedroom, his cock was already getting semi hard knowing he was about to put it on. Trying to think of anything else he had to be quick to put his cock ring on when he was in a flaccid state, he literally only had seconds to do it before his cock would spring up and then make it painfully difficult due to his large hanging balls and hefty shaft. Checking his phone again and looking up at the small modern building that housed 6 flats, Sampson walked over to the pad of ringers and pressed the button for 2C and waited. Mike just managed to slip the cock ring on and now struggled to put his hard cock back in his jockstrap stumbling towards the door and the phone on the wall. Suddenly the intercom clicked and a deep voice asking who it was, Sampson replied with this name and the door buzzed unlocking the catch, he pushed the door open and walked up the stairs to the second floor and quickly found the flat. About to reach up and knock the door opened and Mike stood there in his jockstrap, black boots and yellow polo shirt, Sampson slightly taken back by how sexy the guy looked in real life. A kind attractive face that belied an aggressive sexual monster underneath. Invited in Sampson walked through the door and strangely he felt for the first time he was in this mans world, one that he controlled. It wasn't a nervous feeling but one that put Sampson on edge and to regard Mike with careful appreciation. He eyes drawn to the oversized pouch of the jockstrap that looked like it was about to burst, the thighs were solid and covered in a fine layer of hair. But it was the boots he wore that gave Sampson a very kinky feeling and not realising it his own cock was hard and clear to see by Mike who had indeed noticed. His hand grabbed Sampson's cock and balls through his jeans yanking him forward and catching him by surprise. Mike firmly held on to Sampson's cock and balls and immediately thrusted his tongue in to Sampson's mouth, the tongue lashing around in his mouth, their lips locked together painfully hard. His usual urge to push kissers off seemed to melt away allowing Mike to have his own way passing pass saliva into his mouth. Sampson's hand moved over the jockstrap and his eyes opened wide, an erotic moan rose from his stomach the more his hand felt the incredibly stiff package contained in the jockstrap. Mike's free arm circled around Sampson's neck and using his hand to hold Sampson's head in place he was able to keep him locked in their kiss, there was no sign of Mike wanting to end this anytime soon. From the corner of Sampson's mouth a tiny trickle of Mike's saliva ran down his chin, slowly tracking its way under the chin and down his neck. Sampson gulped several times in an effort to clear his mouth of Mike's saliva. Suddenly the hand freed its grasp on his cock and balls quickly moving around to his arse that pushed him forward so he was up close, their cocks rubbing against each others under the fabric. A tranquil passive state slowly took over Sampson leaving him with a feeling of total abandonment in his body, a feeling that allowed Mike to take control and guide like scripted play the course of their evening. Sampson eased his neck back guided by Mike's hand, his tongue tracing upwards along the trickle of saliva, an array on indescribable sensations fizzled in his body as the tongue traced around his chin depositing the gathered saliva back in to Sampson's mouth. Eagerly he gulped it down like it was part of a mating ceremony and strangely he wanted nothing more than to please his mating partner. Mike leaned back and smirked in a devilish way sensing Sampson was already buckling in subservience to him, his gaze though was fixed on the emerald green eyes looking back at him, so unusual yet fitting the young man standing before him. Their heads glided towards each other again with parted lips and effortlessly Sampson accepted Mike's invading tongue again. A feeling of passion erupted between them, both making tiny noises devouring one another until Sampson felt his body leave the ground, his legs clamping around Mike's waist and arms around his neck for support, he was carried away from the entrance hall and straight to the bedroom. Neither one unable to free themselves from the kiss that had so passionately taken them over. Shedding clothes and briefly parting from their kiss to remove their tops before locking their mouths together again, his body turning through the expert guidance of Mike's hands. The small kisses landing with accuracy and purpose on his neck enticing him to kneel on all fours on the bed. Sampson could feel the soft skin of Mike's chest and stomach laying across his back, the small kisses gradually slipping lower and lower covering every inch of Sampson's back. Every kiss bringing a tiny noticeable response in Sampson with his body reacting to the different sensation the lower they travelled. A small rasping gasp escaped Sampson's mouth feeling the tongue slide between his arse cheeks then purposefully swirling at his hole. The evening was not going as Sampson had planned or wanted yet he couldn't fight the seductive power and magnetism oozing from Mike, rendered powerless to stop or want it to stop. His body hunched up at the tongue striking at his hole again, his arms wobbled nervously from the strength oh holding his body up. Gasping again he dared to look back and see Mike's eyes that appeared to be smiling at him. The slurping of Mike's tongue against the saliva that was generously flowing from his mouth moistening the hole and priming it for his cock. Sampson sensed the cool air hitting the warm saliva around his hole, the kisses roamed away from his arse and along his back and neck, in the sweetest of dominant tones Mike whispered in Sampson's ear 'I am going to fuck you good' then taking a nip at the earlobe causing Sampson to raise his head and nod feebly and willingly. He was already aware of the shaft rubbing against his hole then the contour of the head made him starkly aware to brace himself, Sampson was under no misconception that his man was probably going in balls deep in one movement. Again the shaft rubbed up along his hole only this time he felt the stubble from where Mike shaved his pubes and balls, Sampson moaned softly feeling those hefty balls touching his skin then the movement the head of his cock slipping down until it found the lips of Sampson's hole. Gentle coercive pressure slowly prising them apart and sublimely surrounding the head in a welcoming gesture, he gasped through a sharp breath lowering his head. The initial thought of a ram raiding was gone, instead a more powerful slightly painful penetration was taking place, almost teasing making Sampson try to push back. Mike's hands held Sampson's hips firmly stopping him from greedily taking the cock. Mike glanced down at the scene, the head of his cock was halfway inside this sexy guys hole, his hand moved and snapped quickly against Sampson's arse cheek in a loud slap telling him off for being greedy. Sampson glanced over his shoulder and Mike looked up at him licking his lips then moving his hips forward slightly, the gesture enough to make Sampson gasp and moan. Mike looked down and watched himself easing the head all the way in, the lips surrounding the hole looking like they were puckering up when he pulled a little way out before pushing in again. Sampson hunched his back, arms trembling from a desire that surfaced out of nowhere and driving him further into this passive state. Mike watched the shaft of his cock pushing past any resistance the deeper he got inside. His arousal born out of watching his cock disappearing inside this guys arse made his cock swell and harden even more. With an inch left to go he gripped hold of Sampson's hips tightly and pulled them back forcing Sampson in to a deep self penetration, his arms giving way he collapsed on the bed and a loud wailing moan filled the room. Mike groaned and sighed slapping Sampson's arse cheek harder leaving a red mark and roughly pulling him back up on all fours. Slowly Mike pushed his hips up deeper until the moaning started to abate, with a gently flow he began to fuck Sampson. Raising his head and unsure what was going through his mind he knew one thing, how incredible he felt right now. It was a feeling he had experienced once before and his mind instantly flashed back to the guy in Lyndhurst. The sensation of Mike's balls tapping away at his arse was amazing and only added to his desire to fuck with this guy. Lowering himself on to his elbows carefully not to disturb Mike's momentum, he moved his other hand underneath and touched the hefty balls. Mike jolted his cock in harder and moaned softly 'Fuck yes!' he mumbled, Sampson's hand move and cupped holding the balls firmly which in turn drove Mike to fuck him deeper. The tingling appearing out of nowhere and unable to stop himself Mike threw several rapid hard thrusts, Sampson moaned with each breath he took. Mike's hands tightened their hold on Sampson's waist pulling him back as he thrusted forward with all his power, his cock exploding in several pulsating throbs jettisoning his cum deep in to Sampson. His eyes opened wider in bewilderment and his hand moved away from Mike's balls brushing his own cock in the process triggering him to orgasm. His balls releasing their load and his orgasm pushing him back harder against Mike's cock that was still pulsing away inside his arse. Mike rolled his head back savouring his orgasm with his eyes half closed, satisfied that his own sexual power had driven his bottom to orgasm. His hands remained firmly clasped on Sampson's waist preventing him from slipping off his cock. Sampson panted heavily stretching his arms out in front, his arse hurting from the deep fucking it just received, his movement allowed Mike to push Sampson down on the bed flat and giving several hard jolts of his cock to reinforce Sampson's position as his bottom bitch for the night. Mike leaned forward and kissed Sampson on the neck lightly, slowly he ground his cock finding it was still fully erect and he initiated another fucking. His hands pushed down on Sampson's shoulders keeping him pinned to bed. Sampson's hands gripped the duvet under him 'Oh fuck" he mumbled unsure if he could take it again, but his urge overtook and he moaned 'Fuck me!' he pleaded. Mike was going to anyway weather Sampson wanted it or not, only this time it was going to be a much slower and longer fuck. The steady rhythm of his movements allowed a more leisurely pace, every so often Mike leaned forward and kissed Sampson's neck before raising himself up again and continuing. Sampson could feel that Mike was deep in his arse from the cool metal of the cock ring rubbing against his hole. The hypnotic rhythm of Mike's hips against his arse seemed to numb any pain he had felt. There was no telling how long Mike had been inside casually pleasuring himself with Sampson's arse until he groaned deep in his chest, pressing his hips down harder to deliver a second load deep into Sampson. Leaning forward Mike came to rest on Sampson's back seeking his mouth he kissed him then smiled. Mike looked in his eyes with a mischievous glint "I hope your poz!" he said kissing Sampson's ear. Sampson looked at him "Poz?" he questioned not really sure what that meant. Mike rubbed his lips against Sampson's ear "I will take care of that then!" he said softly. Sampson looked on confused at the excited and satisfied expression on Mike's face. Slowly Mike lifted up and began to carefully extract his cock from the tight confines of Sampson's arse. Letting the head plop out he pulled the cheeks of Sampson's arse apart to watch the hole shrinking back. The temptation to dive in again was irresistible but he needed to let his balls rest and brew another batch of his toxic seed. Running a finger against the hole it was pretty dry, not a drop of his seed was evident and that pleased Mike even more as he looked at the greedy hole that devoured his seed. He leaned forward and kissed Sampson. "Not done with you yet" Mike said smirking at him, "Few more loads to knock you up" he said. Sampson rolled on to his back "Not sure I can take any more" he exclaimed almost tapping out. Mike ran his hand across Sampson's face and slapped him "You have no choice, you are mine now". Mike shuffled on his knees moving towards Sampson's face "Open!" he demanded, "Clean me up!". Sampson hesitated a moment until Mike's hand pulled his head forward and he opened his mouth taking Mike's cock, his taste buds immediately assaulted with strange salty and an indescribable slightly metallic taste that almost made him gag at first. It was so unusual to be in this position Sampson thought, weirdly Mike had aroused a sexual state in him that he had never considered or experienced before. There was something about Mike that made Sampson go weak in his presence, it was like he was a superior being and he wanted this god like man to value and appreciate him. True to his word Mike finished delivering a fifth load to a now struggling Sampson who knew he had reached the end of what he was capable of handling, his arse was sore and partly gaping open. With Mike lying on his back he fingered and toyed with Sampson's hole for a moment before looking at him and nodding towards his cock, even now it was still in a semi hard state. Sampson knew what he meant and reluctantly he moved his body until his face was level with the beautifully crafted cock, he also knew not to use his hands after being told off and instead opening his mouth he used his lips and tongue to guide the now familiar tasting cock in to his mouth. Mike sighed loudly "You are a good pup" he said stroking Sampson head. Sampson glanced up and nodded. "I thought you would be difficult to train" Mike said approvingly. Mike pushed Sampson's head further down his shaft "But no, you quickly learnt it is about me" he said. Mike grabbed Sampson by the neck guiding him back up the bed until he had the guy in his arms and his tongue back in Sampson's mouth. Just as quickly as Sampson had been taken in he realised that Mike was finished with him for the night. The embarrassing part being Mike refusing to let Sampson use the bathroom telling him he had to walk home filled with his seed. Mike stood up next to the bed smirking at a defeated looking Sampson whilst he wrestled the solid silver cock ring over his balls one by one then down the semi hard shaft. Sampson watched diligently whilst dressing, Mike grabbed a cloth from the draw by his bed and meticulously cleaned the cock ring before placing it in a small box and in to the draw. Sampson needed it and bided his time dressing slowly, when Mike walked out of the bedroom and in to the bathroom across the hall Sampson rolled over on the bed opening the draw and grabbing the box. Opening it he took the cock ring feeling the weight and smoothness of the metal, closing the box he replaced it in the draw and rolled back over the bed placing it in his pocket. His heart was beating hard in his chest having heard movement, he was sure that Mike was non the wiser when he returned to the bedroom. Without a word Mike closed the door and walked over to the bedside cabinet opening the draw, he pulled the box out and placed on the bed next to Sampson and stood there looking down at him. "I would put it back if I was you" Mike said very calmly but his tone was edged with anger. Sampson felt his face flush and burn knowing he was busted "I'm sorry" he quietly replied. Sampson retrieved the cock ring from his pocket. "Why would you steel from me?" Mike asked watching him. He shrugged placing it back in the box and handing it to Mike "Don't know, souvenir I guess" he said quietly. Mike smirked placing the box in the draw "You will get a life long souvenir" he cryptically replied. Sampson stood "Sorry" he said, "I should go you don't want me...". Mike kissed him before he could finish "We will continue this" he said staring in the green eyes. Sampson played along "Yeah, it would be nice and maybe I can fuck you" he suggested. Mike chuckled "Nah, I like breeding your arse" he said smirking, "I want to get you knocked up". Sampson shrugged "Sure" he replied being firmly escorted to the door and unsure what his words meant. Mike closed the door and chuckled walking back to the bedroom "He has no idea" he said to himself loudly. Sampson exited the block of flats and relief strewn across his face he breathed hard at his close encounter, this was one lucky escape he thought to himself. He knew the risk and how this could have gone drastically wrong if Mike hadn't been so level headed, the guy could have easily beaten the crap out of him. Sampson got in to his 4x4 that he had parked round the corner, exhausted and aching and right now he needed his bed, on the drive back to the commune he recounted the new phrases he heard Mike saying, knocked up, breeding and poz, the last one was very new to him and could only conclude that it was slang for men fucking each other. By the time he arrived back at the commune his underwear was stuck to his arse with a gloopy sticky mess that had seeped through his jeans and left a wet patch on the leather seat, he quickly cleaned the seat with a rag he always kept on the passenger seat. Showering before he retired to bed he had one last thing to do and quietly rubbed his cock until it was hard thinking of Mike when he fucked him from behind wearing those boots. Mike undressed and laid in bed picking his phone up and opening it to the PinMyFriend app he watched the moving dot smiling to himself. During their evening of sex Sampson has dozed between getting fucked and Mike had gone in to Sampson's unlocked phone and located the default app PinMyFriend and added his email address and accepted the request on his own phone. It now meant that he could find Sampson whenever he wanted a booty call and continue his quest of knocking up the sexy green eyed boy.

I’ve only been in two real relationships and they both started off with the understanding that it was open. My first bf and I met at a party where I was the only bottom. He asked me to spend time at his place the next day and things developed from there. We were both bottoms but he was a top for me, so it was natural that he’d want to find a top to satisfy him. Me and my current bf started as FWBs. I’d been getting fucked by him and his roommates for a few months when I realized that I wanted him to own me. He passes me around to his boys and I’m happy with that. He also throws dick to his youngest roommate and I’m okay with that too. At the end of the night, I curl up at his side and he holds me while we sleep, and that’s what matters to me.

Great story. The predator becomes the prey.

This is all of it that I have. Just Chapter 1. Would love it if there are more chapters. Steam + The Poz Bathhouse by JJ1997 Chapter 1: A Real Man Never Pulls Out Why we had come to the bath house, my friend Finn and I, well that’s a whole story in of itself. Let’s just say, we were young and horny and wanted to push the boat out a little now we were both 21. We had heard it was great to find tops who were great at sex, and they even said guys in ‘our condition’ could get in for free...whatever that meant? After a swift pass through reception, and three minutes stripping in the empty locker room, we were ready. We had agreed, for the first half an hour to split up and explore alone, to best be free to do as we pleased. It was still early, so the steam rooms were quite empty, but within five minutes I found myself entering the hot wooden sauna room... A hairy guy was sat back in the sauna, alone, like a beautifully carved statue. He was bald, but with a thick brown nest of a beard covering his chin and neck. He was almost posing, led down with his right hand resting above him, revealing a large bicep and a thick nestle of armpit hair. His other hand was at his side, his chest a thick rug of brown curls, leading seductively into a thick mat of dense forest. The base of his dick wasn’t even visible between his thick hairs, which dripped with sweat. His tree trunks of legs shot out from under him, also hairy of course, ending in large feet with chunky toes. I stared deep into his bush, mesmerized in every way, and could see the tip of his dick at the base of his crotch, curled to one side. It was still mostly soft and yet large and snake like. It flopped down to the wooden planks that were supporting his back and ass cheeks. A good three or four inches of shaft was showing, though you could tell there was at least another two or so hidden at the basement which was huge for a soft cock. At the tip a large circumcised mushroom head flared out, a rich purple, almost a deep brown colour. My entire face was locked in on him, hypnotised by the manly hairs and long juicy looking cock. I looked at his face, a handsome chiselled face with bright blue eyes that had locked onto mine. He smirked slightly and nodded for me to come over. Not even a nod, the smallest of eyebrow raises, a tiny gesture, and it flooded my whole body the adrenaline and my cock stiffened. I slowly edged forward, but he didn’t move to meet me. The only movement was he parted his legs ever so slightly, and bucked his hips in one swift subtle motion. His cock was filling and growing slightly, though it’s full length still hidden within his mighty bush. I edged closer and knelt to bring my nose closer to his crotch. He smelled of perfection so strong and masculine. With one deep inhale I breathed in the scent of the man, and slowly reached to pull his cock up and out from between his legs, as it filled to full erection. It was huge, I would guess nine inches. My eyes widened. I opened my mouth and slowly brought the beast of a cock to my lips, the scent filling my nostrils. A quick hit from his fist threw my side ways, “No mouth!” He said firmly, “Bare ass only lad, take it or leave it.” He then resumed to laying back and closed his eyes. I had no choice, I couldn’t leave such a god alone without having experienced his cock deep inside me, so as instructed I climbed above him and lined up his bare shaft to my ass lips. The question of lube hadn’t crossed my mind till he spat in his hands and rubbed it on his shaft, not once opening his eyes. Slowly I sank down on his shaft, it was tough but not painful, so long as I kept it slow. But after a few second I felt his strong arms yank down at my hips and his entire cock pierced through my guts in one stroke. I yelled helplessly and in an effort to push up, was firmly held down by his immense muscular strength. He firmly kept me down and then grabbed at the back of my head and pulled my tight into his exposed right pit. He knew what he was doing. A guy like this must have down this hundreds if not thousands of times. The smell was intoxicating, hypnotic, overwhelming. My eyes watered and my spine tingled. I’d never smelled something so heavenly, so powerful. My entire body relaxed and all thought of his thick cock penetrating me had left my mind. It was sheer bliss, I couldn’t help but begin licking and deeply breathing all the musk I could find. “That’s right lad breathe it in,” he said slowly, a smirk on his face, “breath in that musk for me lad, and let me have your hole.” Despite his first thrust, he was grinding very slow and sensually, he was balls deep and remained so, only moving his cock around in circles and in and out the slightest of inches. His cock was so far up I could feel it punching at my stomach, a dull ache and yet pleasure all the same. I could feel his bush tickling at my ass cheeks and could feel his pit hairs tickling at my nose. “You know what that smell is lad? That’s the smell of a real man. That’s the smell of a man, not a pussy boy like you. I haven’t shaved ever, except my head of course, I’ve never once touched a razor in my life, and you know what else...I haven’t washed this body in just under 5 years. That’s right, that’s all five years of sweat and musk built up over time, my dick, my balls, these pits not seen a bath or shower since 2015. That’s what you’re smelling, a real man, and you can’t help yourself, you stupid fag, I mean look at you. I get you nose deep in my bush and you take a poz cock raw without any questions.” He chuckled shaking his head. I snapped out of my daze at the sound, “Poz? You’re poz?!” I said panicked. My ass remained firmly impaled on his cock, and his slow rhythmic thrusts never ceased. He just winked at me and nodded, gesturing down to his crotch. I could see beneath his mass of hairs was a black biohazard tattoo I hadn’t noticed hiding away. “This is a poz cock you got in you boy, and it ain’t shooting blanks neither. You can count yourself lucky,” he grinned proudly, ”this bad boy was shooting at 900,000 VL last count, and that was a good few months ago lad...so who knows how viral it is now...” “Wait we need to stop, I’m not on Prep I can’t...” “Shhh lad, it’s fine man, just accept it,” he whispered calmly, grabbing my head softly and directing my face back down to his pit. The smell of this unwashed unshaven cave man overwhelmed me once more and all thought of danger left me. I moaned quietly in pleasure as his cock picked up just a little pace and began probing deeper and deeper into my intestines. “Just don’t....don’t cum in me please...” I stammered bravely. He really did laugh then, “Sorry lad no can do. I have four simple rules...” He brushed through his jungle of a bush, “Rule one: a real man never shaves” He told me to breath deep, “Rule two: a real man doesn’t wash away his musk.” He even breathed deep himself then, revealing in his own scent. “Rule three: a real man doesn’t waste a load masturbating, he only ever cums in a bare ass, no more no less.” He smiled again me then. He then lifted me up swiftly, and spun me round, so he was above me penetrating deep into me in missionary position. “and finally, once inside an ass,” he began to pick up pace into a quick thrust, “a real man never pulls out!” His face was slowly reddening as he thrust harder and harder, he was sweating even more and the smell was staggering. It was as if the whole room was filled with a thick fog of his musk. He looked at me deep into my eyes as he pounded harder, “And trust me lad....I’m a real man!” And with that he thrust once more deep deep into my ass and grunted in pleasure as his thick cock contracted and shot his poz sperm right up my gut. I was in absolute ecstasy and hypnotised by his scent. “Give it to me, I want your load, give it to me!” “Fuuuuck!” He grunted, a few more shots adding to the growing pool of poz sperm splashing at the walls of my ass. His whole body collapsed on top of me as he breathed deep. His weight was heavy, but his skin was so close that I could smell him better than ever before and I sank away into a dream like state. Eventually he climbed off and went back to lying down in the sauna, his dick was covered in cum as it slowly crystallised, I noticed he made no effort to wash it off. He spoke not one word afterwards, and I slowly left the room, light headed from the fucking. I gathered my thoughts in the next room, a steam room with steam so heavy it was hard to see. But once my eyes adjusted I could see all too clearly what was going on... My friend Finn was bent over, ass up against the wall, and a young Latino guy was pounding away at his ass. He sported a large scorpion tattoo on his right thigh...I could see Finn was falling for the same treatment as me.... what was this place...? And to add to it, his throat was eight inches full of another guys cock, an older thinner guy. An all too familiar symbol was clearly visible above his crotch, a large black biohazard tattoo. Finns face was red as he was choking and gagging on his cock, an eruption of throat slime spewing out from his lips. Yet despite his struggle for breath, the old guys cock remained firmly balls deep until a second much more violent avalanche of stomach juices flowed out. Only then did he pull out, and I noticed a thick heavy PA ring hanging strikingly from the tip of his already massive cock. How a young guy like Finn had ended up in this situation, well... I guess that’s another story.... Chapter 2: His Pleasure Is More Important Than Your Breath I left my mate as we had agreed, and headed to the wet steam room. But already, just in the way there...my eyes began to wander. A muscular Mediterranean looking fella sauntered past looking cocky as anything. He had a nice full bush, with a thick uncut cock swinging freely between his muscled thighs. He winked at me. I could see his scorpion tattoo and knew what it meant...he knew I knew....he knew I wanted it.... I hadn’t told my mate why we were here, and what I really wanted...what this place was famous for.... I headed into the steam room and was greeted my another guy, much older. “Hey sexy,” he whispered and smiled. In one stroke he dropped his towel to reveal what lay beneath. My eyes widened and my mouth watered. “Wow it’s huge! Um... never tried one with a PA ring before...” I didn’t fail to notice the biohazard tattoo clearly plastered above his shaft, wow this place really was all I had dreamed, two guys I’d seen were clearly and proudly displaying their status. “Don’t worry baby, it’ll glide down that throat no problem,” and with that he shoved me down onto my knees, bent his knees a little, lined up his long shaft to my lips and pulled the back of my head towards him. At first only three inches got in and I choked a little, the metal was cool in my mouth. But as I choked, my throat loosened and with a quick tug, he yanked my whole head towards his groin and the entire shaft slithered down inside my gullet. My lips smacked against his crotch and I could feel his bush tickling my nose and could smell his musk. He couldn’t help but release a moan of pleasure as his ring and dick head were squeezed tightly by my throat muscles. I was struggling to breathe so with a quick shove back, I yanked my head backwards to pull away....but I didn’t move the slightest of inches. His hand had me gripped firm and in gagging panic, I choked up once more, this time a small amount of saliva and juices spat out into his groin. The saliva dripped from his balls to the floor in long ropes and he moaned in greater pleasure once more. My face went from red to purple, and I violently slapped at his legs as a signal to release, which he did after a few more seconds of pleasure. My eyes were streaming with tears and my cock was rock solid. I hadn’t even noticed I’d been stroking at it. I rubbed my eyes and saw the man sit down in front of me, so I edged a little closer. He took my head in his two hand, one firmly around the back of my skull, the other under my chin and at my neck. With a firm tug he pulled me down and his entire shaft once again jutted into my throat. He thrust upward several times, forcing more fluids to flow from my throat and lube up his cock, which would spasm occasionally in pleasure. I tapped again for release, but this time....this time things would be different.... In fact, he even laughed as I tapped, “No no no, not this time my boy...not this time, I’m liking it just how it is..” he patted my head, almost delicately despite my now violent gagging and eruptions of juices flooding down his legs. “In fact...” he lifted his right leg and slid it over the back of my neck and pulled tightly down. My entire head and neck was scissor locked between his thighs, his dick still swallowed in its entirety. He put his hands back behind him and sighed out in pleasure, “Aahhh, thats my boy...yeah.... you like a nice poz cock down that throat don’t you baby eh? You best not get over excited because you know I’m saving these AIDs babies for your ass eh?” He sighed again and smiled, closing his eyes and leaning back, all the while I choked and choked, spluttered and gagged violently, swinging my arms to gain footing but unable to release myself from his steel grip. And yet my cock was throbbing in ecstasy so much so that I had to stop playin with it or I’d cum everywhere. It felt like hours, but must have been only a minute or so, until I was finally released, and with one single breath in was forced back down on his cock. And from then up and down he thrust, from completely outside to all eight inches deep he impaled my throat with his cock at rapid speed, as a spat and coughed. I was in such dizzy ecstasy at first I barely noticed the hands grabbing at my ass. The wet fingers that began to slide in and out. That is...until a bare cock slid inside my hole and I violently arched my back. It was at this point the old guys cock fell out of my throat and left me to breathe. “Damn Diego! I always forget how hot you are! Get him nice and ready for me! Do you wanna seed first or me? I gotta tell ya, my bugs are dying to get in him!” He joked. “Nah man I’m having this one first!” Diego barked back, “he’s been eyeing me up for ages dude, he was drooling the first time he got sight of my cock and I can tell this ones even more excited knowing it’s shooting poison! He’s mine!” He was right, I was not only gasping for air, but I was gasping for his cock, every time he pulled out I wanted more than anything for it to go back in. All I could think of was that scorpion I’d seen just moments ago. It must have been a few minutes of my throat being full of the skinny old guys poz eight incher, and my ass being full of the Spanish dudes uncut poz weapon. True bliss, I don’t think I’d ever been happier. “Damn this is a good ass! I’m gonna shoot!” Diego panted and jammed his cock deep and held it firm. I could feel the contractions as he unloaded his sperm inside me. “Fuck yeah! Poz this stupid faggot!” I heard the old guy shouting. Diego’s cock began to soften and it flopped out my ass, small flecks of cum dripped to the floor. Within seconds the older guy was stood and around to my ass. His right hand gripped my mouth and covered it, preventing me from speaking. And then he started diving in and out, with an unbelievable amount of energy given his age and the look of him, until he was soon reaching his climax. “Poz load number two coming right up for ya! UGHH.....” he grunted and another five shots of poz sperm were mine! It was only then that my dick erupted and shot across the floor, and I turned to see my friend had returned, looking at me from the doorway.... strangely. This would take some explaining. But then he smiled. The old guy pulled out and left without even speaking to me after, only a little laugh and a “good luck”, followed by a slap on the ass. In fact both him and Diego had left me there without even saying goodbye. I stood up, a little woozy from the steam and exhaustion, and walked over to my friend, who had seen all of it or at least most. But before we could acknowledge the situation. We heard a gruff “mmhhmmm” calling for attention from the very back of the room, “That was a good show boy! Now which one of you fags is gonna sort me out? Hmm?” We both looked at each other and then looked back at the guy, the only other guy in the room now, he was a thick set muscular hairy Arab with a very grithy cut cock. “And before you ask don’t worry, just because I haven’t got the tattoo, doesn’t mean I’m not fully loaded and ready to knock fags like you up, now.... who wants to go first?” We looked at each other, I could see my friend gulp, we turned and walked deeper into the steam, ready for whatever happened next...

I’m a good-looking 26-year-old, 5’11”, 175 lbs., nice smooth body, I work out and it shows too. Unfortunately, I am a sex addict with very little to no ability to control my urges. I also have fantasies that I love to turn into reality. Of course, most of these fantasies require having willing partners. I also love anonymous sex, you know, very little words exchanged, just pure sex. This means that I spend a lot of time online looking for people who want to help me turn my fantasies into reality. I also have roommates, which makes things a little more difficult, but more interesting also, especially since I’m not out and my roommates have no idea that I like to have sex with men. For some time now, I have been contacting men trying to lure them to my house. I’m very explicit in terms of what I’m looking for. I tell the guy that I’m looking to get fucked, nothing else, just fucked in the ass. Then I tell them that I want for them to arrive at my house, come to the side door, get undressed, lube up their cocks, then come down into the basement, where they would find me, naked, lubed, and ready, with a butt plug in my ass, making it nice and ready for fucking. All they need to do is to remove the butt plug and go for it. It is not easy to find men who are willing to show up at a stranger’s house and go down to his basement basically naked with a hard, lubed dick, so I had decided I would have to lower my standards and just go with anyone who would be willing. My story starts when I contacted this guy last Friday. His profile sounded real hot. He said he was 6’3”, 210 lbs., with lots of muscle, etc. Just my type! I told him of my fantasy and he thought it was hot and agreed to meet me that night. As we continued to chat, I told him I wanted everything to be safe and he agreed. He lived close by, so, at the predetermined time, I went downstairs and waited for his arrival. I heard the door upstairs open, then I heard noises that indicated that my visitor was getting himself ready. As promised, I was downstairs, on all fours, waiting for him to come down and start fucking me. I left lube and condoms upstairs for him to use as he got himself ready. After a couple of minutes, my dick was hard with anticipation, and lots of precum already oozing down and dripping on the floor. My friend finally came downstairs and I could see him from the corner of my eye (the basement lights were turned off, only a dimmed light partially lit the place. From what I could see, this guy was as good looking as he described himself to be. He had a nice thin waist, a big hairy chest and thick legs. His hard cock looked bigger than the 8 inches he had described it to be, and it seemed to be very thick. I didn’t move, and waited for him to lower himself behind me. After he positioned himself behind me, he proceeded to remove the butt plug from my well-lubricated hole. He was gentle and had the butt plug removed in no time. He then moved closer to me and started to insert his thick head into my waiting hole. I couldn’t believe just how horned up I was. My fantasy was finally coming true, and with one hot dude! His first strokes were gentle, but as soon as he realized that my ass had already been plucked by the butt plug, his strokes intensified. As we had discussed, our intent was to get him off as quickly as possible, neither one of us was looking to put on a show. This was strictly about him getting off. It was all about him and his pleasure; and by the way he was fucking me, he knew that and he was making sure that so did I. He kept fucking deep and hard with that big meat of his and I could feel some of the lube dripping off my ass as he plowed his cock in then almost all the way out of my hole then all the way in again. I then reached over to touch his cock and balls. That is when I noticed that he didn’t seem to be wearing rubbers, even though we agreed that everything was going to be safe only. I couldn’t believe what he was doing! I felt helpless, there was little what I could do. I had roommates upstairs, which meant I couldn’t cause a scene. I tried to move away but his had a strong grip around my waist and I couldn’t really go anywhere. He knew I noticed about the lack of rubbers, which only intensified his grip around my waist. His pounding also intensified and I thought he was getting close to cumming and filling my ass with his cum. I whispered to him asking him to pull out and put on a rubber. He kept pounding, totally fucking me exactly the way I had envisioned. His only response was that he didn’t see any rubbers upstairs and that my ass was so good he wasn’t going to pull out. I begged him to put on a rubber or at least to pull out before he came. He said “sure” and went on giving me the best fuck of my life! A couple of seconds later, I felt his rhythm change and once again I tried to escape his grip while I begged him once more to pull out. He didn’t! I felt his cock literally grow inside of me, as he began to flood me with him cum. Spurt after spurt of cum filled my guts as he kept his masculine hands around my waist – in charge and in control, exactly the way I had fantasized! I was so scared but so turned on, I couldn’t believe it! After he finished, he reinserted the butt plug into me and left me there. After he left, I went back upstairs, as I removed the butt plug from my sore hole, this big wad of cum fell to the bathroom floor. I couldn’t believe the amount and couldn’t even imagine how much of his hot cum was still floating inside of me! I went back online, still in a daze, not knowing what to do. I then saw him online. He thanked me for a great fuck and wanted to know when he could come back for more. I told him how scared I was for what he had done. He told me he gave me exactly what I was asking for and told me he was chatting with another guy and told this other guy about me and that if I wanted for him to come back and do me again that I would have to let this other guy do me THAT night! I gave it some thought and decided to go for it, after all, my new friend was too hot, too good looking to pass, and he knew exactly what I wanted. I accepted his terms and not too much later this other guy showed up and fucked me good. It didn’t take him long to deposit another load in me. Afterwards I decided I couldn’t do that again. I can’t see myself letting another guy drop his load in my ass like I did that night. I have been avoiding my fucker friend, as I know I will not be able to resist his advances!

It's been a few months, but I finally met up with someone "new" while in Richmond. I had 2 layovers there in March, and was chatting with a guy on A4A a few days before my arrival on the first one. He's a vers/top and neg on PrEP. He doesn't always fuck raw, but he was willing to with me. He wanted to meet, but my arrival was pretty late and it was a weeknight. My second one also arrived late, but was on a Friday night so he wasn't working the following day. So he agreed to come to my hotel on the Friday trip. Everything was on time that day, and I was able to check in and get cleaned up before meeting him at 11:30. He arrived right on time and I went down to the lobby to get him. We got back to my room and immediately started making out and feeling each other. I was impatient and started undressing first, and he did also. He was a little heavier than his pics online, but aren't we all these days? Both naked, we got on the bed and continued making out. He was a very gentle and sensual kisser, and was very gentle with his hands. I took the same approach with him, and he was really enjoying the light touching and my gentle tongue on his body. His nips were sensitive, and flicking them with my fingernail made him writhe and moan. I realized I was being a dominant bottom, kneeling over him sucking his dick, and flicking his nips. I was doing all the work, and I was really enjoying myself. At one point I was using my tongue on his balls and went further down to brush my tongue against his hole. He immediately pulled his legs up giving me better access to his ass, and I ate him for a while. I had him move to his hands and knees on the edge of the bed, and I was on my knees on the floor so I could continue eating his hole. I fingered his hole, causing him to loudly moan I alternated with my finger and my tongue, and he was loving it. When I got back on the bed and was kissing him again, I asked him if I could fuck him. He had me confirm that I was undetectable, and I said I was. He hadn't been fucked for a long time, but he was excited to have it happen. He was laying on his side with his leg pulled up at this point so just kept him in this position, grabbed some lube, and slowly pushed my way in. He was definitely very tight but I kept a slow rhythm for quite a while. I don't top very often and I was really enjoying this so I wanted it to last as long as possible. We kept this up for about 15 minutes and I told him I was getting close. I asked him if I should slow down or if he was ready for my load. He was breathing heavy and begged me to give him my cum. I started fucking faster and quickly dumped my load. I can generally stay hard for quite a while after I cum, so I kept pumping him for a while. I must have had a huge load because his hole was very slick now, and it felt great on my dick. I wound up pulling out before I got soft, and we continued kissing for a while. By now it was close to 2AM, we were snuggling and I offered to let him spend the night and he accepted. Now, he never did fuck me and he never got off, but he didn't seem to mind and I was content with having only fucked him. We dozed off and slept until about 10am. He took a quick shower and I went downstairs to get us some coffee. We had a cup together and he headed out. I didn't get a load on this trip, but being the top for this encounter was a nice change of pace. I hope I'm back in Richmond sometime in the future, I'll definitely meet up with him again.

Thanm u for sharing - i will share too!! i am owned by/belong to my daddy/bf....but due to injuries he sustained when he was younger has a very low sex drive, and physical sex is too painful...so me and my daddy have a purely LOVE fueled relationship BUT: He TELLS & ENCOURAGES me to fulfill my purpose in life - to be the best/most obedient, slutty, airheaded, lil bareback Breeding Bitch i can be - as much & often as i desire. He will not be present NOR will he join in my extra curricular activities - at the end of the night i curl up with him and am loved and happy.

I usually tape over the door latch but let the door sit completely closed when I host a cum and go scene. I'd be too worried about someone unsuspecting seeing me and starting trouble. My blinds stay closed for that reason too. This clip from Live PD haunts me, so I stick to the safer side of this fantasy:

Just. Be. Used.

I could not have dreamed up such a fuckin awesome week. Not only was the none stop wreakless sex outstanding I had quickly grown very fond of the trupplet Stu, Hank and Frank. The outdoor morning flip fuck with Mike my last morning at the ranch had been particularly passionate. With both our asses freshly loaded we could barely pull ourselves away from our post coital embrace as we wept like inconsolable babies. Halfway on the drive to the airport for my return flight I took violently ill. Frank stopped on the shoulder and I wretched and vomited everything from the bottom of my boots. I crawled back into the truck feeling like a harshly rung dishcloth. By the time we reached the airport I had spiked an incredible feavor. It felt like I had a steam locomotive racing through every blood vessel. I was barely conscious and my head felt like it was going to explode. I'm surprised they even let me on my flight. I have no memory of going through check-in. I became conscious as I was being hoisted out of a wheelchair at the door of my plane. Two flight attendants gayer than pink balloons were hoisting me and practically carrying me to my seat. I never pick a seat at the very back of the plane so they must have wangled some special arrangement. I vaguely noticed there were very few people on the flight and there was noone other than me in the back three rows. Before the flight attendants did their preflight spiel they gave me some pills and two airline potions of scotch to wash them down with. I was asleep before we even taxied. With my head still splitting I emerged from an erotic dream state to see one of the attendants sucking my dick. I soon noticed the other attendant removing his clothes in the seat beside me by the window. Fully naked he maneuvered over my now ragging hard on and impaled it into his silky ass hole. As he began bouncing up and down I knew this was a reverse rape; but, it couldn't be rape as I enjoyed it especially because it diverted my attention from my suffering. The other attendant settled into the seat beside me, freed his five inch erection and pulled my sweaty hand over to hold it. Seated attendant; "I hope you don't mind. My buddy couldn't pass up your blazing poz cock. He decided to chase three weeks ago. He's taken a few loads but your's is the 1st guaranteed toxic cum. He's desperate to get pozed and over the moon to do so as part of the 'mile high club.' " Me; "But what makes you guys so sure I'm poz?" Attendant; "Frank told us. We saw him wheel you into the building. Our gay poz radar's went off immediately. When we saw you were in line for our flight we persuaded the checkin clerk to let us take care of you rather than bump you off the flight. We offered to fuck the queen next time we came through but no deal. That's when Frank offered to breed him in the public bathroom during his break. Bingo. You were in our care. Frank told us all about your week long fuckathon and multiple poz blood slams. He assured us there was no doubt you were down with the fuck flu and the HIV toxin was replicating like mad in your blood stream and cum." I have no idea how I stayed conscious enough to take in his words. The self fucking occurring on my cock must have been the cause. My mind began to fog and slip into a delusional dream state. My body had transformed into the cobra from the bikers tattoo. My cock the snakes dark angry red tongue jabbing into my victims rectum. Suddenly poison shot from the submerged tongue and stung into the guts of my prey. I fell totally unconscious with the satisfying assurance I had just pozed this flight attendant's negative ass. He would carry my poison for the rest of his life!

Nomal is back! Went to pup night at the local bar, got fucked twice in the men's room, then went to pup gear night at the bathhouse and got fucked and fisted, sucked and milked til after 3am. Ass is sloppy and wrecked today but I am stll horny for more

I've got an average length cock, but thick. I fit perfectly in men's and boy's assholes. They almost never struggle to accommodate me and I can thrust hard into them just using spit - I don't like lube. I enjoy a great fuck and they have the privilege of being seeded by me.

Part 8 I lost track of whose tongue was in my mouth, and whose hands were doing what to my body. It was a tangle of naked bodies on the mat. I was lost in the sheer sexual energy, never having felt anything like this before. I felt Apollo’s fur brushing against my body — my chest, back and legs — as he explored me. At the same time, I felt Wil’s smooth skin soothing me as we melded into the sexual fray. Up became down, and down was up in our frenzy. At times I was on top of our pile, and then found myself on my back. All the while, Apollo was whispering to us, encouraging us. My mind was whirling. I never dreamed there could be a place like this — it was terrifying and exhilarating. “I want to see you fuck your boyfriend before I fuck you,” he whispered as the three of us made out together. I was pushed onto my back, someone sliding my jockstrap down my legs, and suddenly Wil was on top of me. Apollo was kneeling beside us, making out with Wil while one hand massaged my hardon. I knew I was rock hard, though I hadn’t topped at all tonight. “Sit on him,” Apollo instructed. Wil looked down at me, our eyes locking. For the first time I noticed his eyes were a brilliant blue, even in the club’s multicolored lighting. His face was handsome and boyish at the same time. He looked so vulnerable now, the cocky confidence he’d shown all night disappearing. And in that moment I realized he was afraid I’d say no and reject him. Apollo was reaching behind Wil, guiding my freshly lubed cock toward Wil’s hole. I felt my head insert. Itself into the diving where Wil’s hole was hiding. We froze in that moment. I hadn’t topped very often, and wasn’t sure I could pleasure Wil the way others had tonight. We just looked at each other, unexpectedly caught in our own insecurities. But I knew I wanted this. I wanted Wil, and had since the first time he smiled at me. I lifted my hips and slide inside Wil. It was like warm butter melting around my cock. I slowly began working my hips up and down, and let out a deep groan. Wil’s handsome faced contorted with surprise, disbelief, and pleasure. He leaned down and kissed me fiercely as I began to slowly fuck him. “Oh my gawd.” I don’t know which of us said it, maybe both. “That’s it,” Apollo said, “Let me see you ride your boyfriend’s nice cock.” Wil leaned back, settling his full weight on top of my groin, driving my dick all the way inside him. I had only topped a few times before. Being inside Wil felt unlike anyone else I’d fucked. His buttery ass was wrapped around my cock, and I could feel him using his muscles to milk my raging hardon. He kept his eyes locked with mine. “Show him how much you love his cock,” Apollo said. Wil began moving his hips and his legs simultaneously, working my dick so it was sliding in and out of his hole without my having to do anything. It felt amazing, and I let out a deep moan as the intense pleasure washed over me. My hands caressed Wil’s thighs, then moved across his red jockstrap that was barely containing his cock. I felt the smooth skin of his abs, and finally settled on his pecs. The beefy ginger was so fucking hot! I felt kinda drunk, though I hadn’t been drinking. The world seemed so surreal right now, Wil riding me, and surrounded by other men having sex. Apollo was right beside us, coaxing us. He kissed Wil, who seemed torn between keeping his eyes locked with mine, and surrendering to the the sculptured god next to him. I was so turned on watching them make out, but also felt this pang of jealousy that I wasn’t part of their embrace. Was Apollo going to take Wil next? I pictured Wil walking away with the god, leaving me alone on the mat. Apollo’s powerful hand rubbing my chest snapped me back into the moment. He whispered something into Wil’s ear as the sexy ginger took a hit of poppers. Then Apollo was leaning down and kissing me. Wil began riding me even harder. “He wants your load,” Apollo whispered. “Breed your boyfriend and I’ll give you my own gift.” His words stoked the fire inside me again. I began moving my hips, driving my dick up into Wil’s magic ass. “Oh my gawd! Fuck me!” Will said, breathing hard. “I’m not gonna last long,” I warned. “I want your load! Please!” He was pounding his ass down on my dick while I was driving upward. I saw the muscles in his body flexing as he worked himself into a frenzy, craving what I had to give him. He looked amazing! I felt my cock throbbing, readying for release. I had never cum inside someone before. The intensity was overwhelming. We were both moaning really loud, not caring about the others around us. “Breed him,” Apollo commanded. And the floodgates burst open. I felt waves of cum pumping through my cock, everyone one of them crashing deep inside Wil. He felt them too, rolling his head backward while riding the waves. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” My body spasmed as the waves continued to roll out, my cock suddenly feeling incredibly sensitive, and a mix of pleasure-pain gripping me. I couldn’t move any more, totally paralyzed by the intensity. Wil seemed to know, so he kept riding, driving my dick in and out of his ass, milking every drop of cum out of me. My body spasmed again. And again. Wil collapsed forward, kissing me deeply as the waves subsided. I reached up and ran a hand through his hair as he tenderly kissed me. His hair was soaked with sweat, which only made him sexier. The dichotomy of the moment wasn’t lost on me — Wil and I sharing a tender moment in the midst of a writhing pile of naked bodies. But their moans and groans of pleasure and pleasure-pain were just white noise in the background of our moment. Wil begrudgingly slipped off my dick, which was still hard. I felt the cooler air blowing across the cum-slick skin as Wil settled in beside me. We were both still breathing hard while we made out, our hearts pounding. “Thank you,” he whispered. “That was amazing,” I told him. He just kissed me again. My load was inside Wil. I’d never put a load inside someone before. I marveled at the thought that part of me was now part of him. I nuzzled against his sweaty body. I started to wonder what we would do next. Was he going to leave? There was an unexpected pang in my chest at the thought. Wil suddenly looked up, his gaze following the length of my body. His wicked ginger grin was suddenly back. “I think someone’s about to get fucked.” I felt my legs being lifted in the air. Apollo was there, kneeling at my ass, resting my legs on his shoulders as he positioned us for what was to come next. I felt cold glass under my nose. Wil pinched off one nostril saying, “I think you’re gonna want these. That’s it, babe. Take a deep huff. Now the other side. Take one more for good measure, babe. He’s packing.” As the poppers hit me, I felt disoriented, a mix of the magical rush and aftermath of the intense orgasm. Apollo was between my legs and at my hole. I felt the intense heat coming off the head of his cock, soothing my twitching hole. He was godlike, the sculpted torso looming over me. Was I really about to be fucked by someone like him? I’d seen these bodies in porn, I’d fantasized about it, but never believed it could be real. Then I felt the heated pressure against my hole, pushing it open again. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t resist this man. He closed his eyes as he smoothly sank his cock inside me. Despite being fucked earlier, my hole still needed to stretch to accommodate him. I groaned as my hole spasmed, but Apollo didn’t stop. He opened his smoldering eyes, seeing me and seeing through me at the same time. He shifted his hands to my ankles and spread my legs. I could clearly see his entire torso, mesmerized by the sleeping muscles in his 6 pack before the amazing feeling of his cock fucking me made my eyes roll back. “That’s it, babe. Let him take you.” Will kissed me eagerly as Apollo found his rhythm inside me. “Oh my gawd that’s amazing.” Apollo started to fuck me harder. He arched his back, spreading my legs even wider, I could see the taught muscles in my own legs from years of soccer. I felt totally powerless in his grip, unable to control what was happening to my body. He leaned forward, rolling me backward onto my upper back and shoulders, crushing the air out of me. Is this how wrestlers feel, I briefly thought. “You are so beautiful,” the god-like man said soothingly. Apollo’s body had a musky, masculine smell that was intoxicating. His thick cock was drilling down into me now. All I could do was grunt with each deep thrust. “Do you want the gift I have to give you?” “Yes,” I meeped out, still unable to get a full breath with his weight crushing me. It was somewhat frightening being this powerless. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t find Wil, and wondered if he had left me here. Apollo was consuming me, and I wanted him to keep going. Apollo kissed me deeply, never missing a stroke of his cock pleasuring itself inside my ass. He closed his eyes, immersing himself in the feelings coming from below. He rose up, pulling my legs into the air with him, my weight still on my shoulders in a position I didn’t think possible. I could breathe again. He started pounding away, my body quaking with the powerful thrusts. I had to spread my arms wide for balance. On the cool vinyl mat, and that was when I felt Wil still right beside me. I turned my head and saw he was captivated by the sight of Apollo drilling into me. I felt like I was half floating, my legs flailing as he relentlessly banged away at my hole. “Fuck, babe, that is SO HOT!!” I couldn’t speak. The most I could muster was a whimper. The god had me in his embrace. I was powerless to stop him. I wouldn’t stop him even if I could. I knew what he was offering. I wanted the gift he had for me. It was coming. “Give it to me! Apollo roared, drowning out the music and other sexual sounds in the loft. I felt his cock throbbing inside me, releasing the gift to me. Apollo’s seeds spread through my naked body, planting his gift within. I panted-moaned as he finished his conquest, his roar having brought everyone’s attention to his marking me. Apollo gentled lowered us back to the mat. My muscles were aching. He slid his generous cock out, but I still felt warm and full. ”Are you okay?” Wil asked softly, placing a hand on my heaving chest. I could only nod, words completely beyond my abilities at the moment. I felt incredibly vulnerable, exposed, but Wil felt like a safe haven. Apollo leaned in and kissed me. Then he kissed Wil. “That was beautiful. I hope you liked.” He rubbed my body, working his way from my shoulders down to my feet, as if examining a trophy he had won. In that moment I realized my sneakers and socks were gone, too. When had he stripped the last pieces of clothing from me? I felt even more exposed, keenly aware I was the only naked person in the Loft. He rubbed my feet, which felt amazing. “You are simply beautiful,” he said, and I felt myself glowing. Was I really that good looking that someone like him would notice me? I’d certainly never thought so before. He set my legs back onto the mat, kissed me again, then stood and walked away. Reality started to set in again. I was totally naked on a black vinyl mattress in middle of a room of guys having sex. My jock and and sneakers were MIA. This beefy ginger was cradling me in his arms, someone I’d not known a few hours ago, yet felt strangely connected to. He made me feel safe and vulnerable at the same time. Watching Apollo disappear down the stairs, I worried that Wil would be next to go. I imagined what my friends would say seeing me laying here — or worse, my family!!! I couldn’t even picture explaining to my family at a July 4th picnic what I’d done here tonight. I was suddenly that guy I heard others make fun of in the gay bars; the guy who had to go to the bookstore to get laid in secret. But tonight was different. This place was different. Sex was out in the open, and I saw a lot of really good looking guys. Hell, I’d just had sex with a god! My head was spinning again with the mix of emotions, and I wasn’t sure what to do with them all. Most importantly, I didn’t understand why I was craving more.

"I'm out celebrating my lottery win."

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Hi, Im Lee, and this is my story. I should say up front that I'm not a writer - so please don't expect everything to be themed and told in any sort of order. I started writing this because I was bored out of my fucking mind during lockdown, and I've just written encounters down as I've thought of them. Like I said, my name is Lee. I'm 32 years old and I run a lettings agency in west London. I've owned the business for about seven years now and, though I say it myself, I've made it into a really sucessful business. Outside work I play sport and I volunteer for a couple of charities. Oh, and I'm HIV positive and not on any meds. That's a bit of a long story and I might tell you about that another time. I was diagnosed about seven years ago - just after I had taken over the business. I suppose I felt a number of things when I was diagnosed - some expected and some unexpected. The most unexpected thing was how horny it made me. It seemed like my dick was permanently hard and I just wanted to fuck as many lads as I could - and actually that's more or less what I did and and pretty much what I've been doing ever since. Here's the deal. I don't stealth anyone - any guy who gets my load up his cunt knows he's going to get it. I don't lie either - if anyone asks me about my status I will tell them - but if they don't ask, I don't tell. I'm a top, I love to fuck and I don't like condoms. That's about it really. Well, let's say I'm mostly a top - if the truth be told, the more I've had to drink, the more likely you are to find me with my arse in the air, but I'm a top most of the time. I think I'm an ordinary looking guy but, though I say it myself, I do have quite a sizeable cock and I pack the front of my trousers out pretty well, even when my dick is soft. That's led to a lot of opportunities when I've seen guys checking out - I'm not shy about going for it and pretty soon one thing leads to another. That's true at work too. The business is quite a small business and so I do a lot of the property viewings, inspections and end of tenancy visits myself. We act for a number of landlords and the property portfolio consists of a lot of student flats and houses, some very high end flats and various other properties in and around west London. I know a lot of people think you should't mix business with pleasure but I have to be honest - I've had so much sex through work. You'd be surprised how often I find some lad checking out my crotch when I'm showing a flat. Sometimes its one of a group of students, sometimes it's the father of one of the students and very often it's one half a couple who are viewing a property together - and this applies to both gay and straight couples. When I've finished a viewing, I always give out my card and say if they have any questions or want a second viewing or anything they just need to call me. If I've noticed anyone checking me out, I give them a card with my personal mobile number written on it and you'd be surprised how many calls I get and how many times I get to enjoy a horny bareback fuck with no one any the wiser and more often than not, no questions asked. One time we took on the management of a flat just outside our area in south London. It was a nice flat but the parking around about it was terrible - London parking at it's worst. The first few times I went there I had to park miles away and then I noticed that there was a council estate just on the other side of the block which, unlike everywhere else around it, didn't appear to have controlled parking and I started parking in there. I got a couple of dirty looks from the residents and knew I probably shouldn't continue parking there but it was so convvenient I did - and then one day I got challenged. The guy who challenged me looked to be in his mid 30s - he was slim, dark haired and actually quite good looking. He was obviously nervous and had clearly taken his courage in both hands to challenge me. He was brick red but explained that the parking was for residents only and when people from outside parked there it made it harder for people who lived there. He told me he was a nurse who worked shifts and said it was really inconvenient if he couldn't get parked. When he finished tallkng he looked at me and I could tell he was nervous about my reaction so I smiled at him and told him he was quite right to call me out and I apologised for being selfish and told him I wouldn't park there again. He was a bit taken aback. "Oh, well.....I suppose it's not that big a deal," he said, with a smile. I held out my hand "I'm Lee," I said. He shook my hand. "I'm David". I had noticed him checking out the front of my trousers by now and I could feel my cock growing in my pants. There was no mistaking it now - he was definitely checking me out so I decided to go for it. I spread my legs a bit to give him a better view and he asked nervously if I would like a cold drink as it was such a hot afternoon. I said that would be great and soon I was following him up to the second floor of one of the blocks. I could tell he was nervous as he handed me a (very welcome) cold drink and guessed I would have to make the first move so I pulled him towards me and soon we were kissing. A few minutes later, my pants were down and he was sucking my cock. It was just what I needed and I must say he did it really well. I could easily have let him blow me until I unloaded in his mouth but I wanted to see if he was willing to go any further. I pulled him up and soon I was going down on him. I sucked his cock for a while and then turned him round. He bent over the kitchen counter and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arse. Along with fucking, licking arse is definitely my favourite thing. I love pulling a guys cheeks apart and pushing my tongue right up him, knowing that I'm soon going to be pushing my raw cock up there. David's arse was a little hairy and I enjoyed licking it and judging by the moans he was giving out, he was enjoying it as much as me. I stood up and began to rub my cock against his hole. He pulled back then. "Oh...." he said, "I can't....I...I've got a partner..." His voice tailed off as I pushed the head of my cock against his arse again. "I really want to fuck you," I said and he moaned. I knew he wanted it too but then he said "We have to use a condom." I told him I didn't like condoms and he moaned again. "I....I can't,,,,,not without a condom." I told him that was fine and said I totally respected his decision and said we didn't have to fuck. I've found to this to be a very effective strategy over the years in getting lads to fuck without a condom - especially when they're really horny for it as this guy was - I've found that so many safe only guys will fuck bare rather than miss out on a fuck if they're horny enough and this guy was no exception. He said hesitatingly "Well, maybe just for a little while...."and a few minutes later he was bent over the kitchen table and my bare cock was pushing up his arse. He pushed his arse out further and moaned as I began to fuck him. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, "Fuck me.....fuck me!" I could tell he was really horny and guessed that his boyfriend probably hadn't given him one for a while. He was still moaning as I began to fuck him harder and I guessed that he hadn't expected to end up bent over the kitchen table with his pants down and a bare cock up his arse when he came out to speak to me about parking on the estate. I was enjoying every minute of the fuck, expecting him to ask me to pull out soon but he didn't. I was getting close now and told him so but he didn't react and I kept fucking him. After another ten or twelve thrusts I could feel myself starting to cum and I told him so. "Do it..." he moaned, "Fucking do it!" I hadn't cum for several days and seconds later I was pumping what I knew was a massive load up his arse. It felt like I was never going to stop cumming - I really bred him. When I had pulled out he stood up and mopped his brow with his T shirt. "I really needed that!" he said with a grin. Then he reddened a bit and said he didn't normally cheat on his partner like this. I said we're all human and he grinned again. I don't think it occurred to him that I had just pumped a toxic load up him. I didn't have to visit that particular flat for a while after that but a few months later I was doing the property inspection and I parked on the council estate again. When I returned to my car, a group of four lads in trackie bottoms and T shirts who looked to be in their late teens or early twenties were drinking in an entrance way just beside it. As I approached my car they started shouting at me and calling me a posh cunt and telling me to fuck off out their estate. I'm not easily intimidated so I tried to ignore them and got into my car and started it up. They were making wanking signs now and as I moved off one of them, a dark haired lad in a football top, turned round, dropped his pants and bared his arse at me. I grinned - he had a nice arse - and then just as I had pulled away there was a crash as one of the other lads threw a full can of beer at my car with some force. I was not grinning now and kept driving. I stopped a few miles away to survey the damage - the rear light of the car was smashed and the bodywork dented quite badly. I was really pissed off - I was proud of my car and I had bought it when the business started to make some money - but much as I love cars, I understand they are inanimate objects and can be repaired so I just booked it in to a body repair shop. It wasn't cheap. I didn't park on the council estate again - I guess you could say I had finally learned my lesson - and I found somewhere to park a bit further away on the edge of some woodland. It was about three weeks later that I was walking back to my car when I heard someone calling to me. I turned round and saw it was one of the lads from the council estate - a tall blond lad. I didn't want any trouble so I started walking faster. "Wait," he called and then added "Please." I turned round and he caught up with me. "I'm sorry," he said "I just wanted to say I'm sorry." he said. "It was stupid and I'm really sorry I did it." I realised he was telling me it was him who threw the can at my car. I was really tempted to tell him to fuck off but I could see in his eyes that he genuinely seemed to be troubled about what had happened. He was a bit nervous now "Look," he said, "I don't have any money, but maybe I could buy you a drink or something?" I looked at him and he reddened "Just to say sorry, you know." I relented "How about I buy you one?" I said and a few minutes later we were in a bar on the main road near the estate. I bought him a lager and myself a soft drink (I was driving) and we talked. He told me his name was Robert and he was 20. He was employed part time but didn't earn very much money and he had recently split up with his girlfriend. On the second drink he told me that he had a two year old daughter but his ex girlfriend was being difficult and not allowing him proper access. He told me he was really sorry he had behaved like such a prick and wished he could pay for the damage to my car. I told him not to worry about it - It was repaired and I was not concerned about it. On the third drink he asked about me and did not seem particulary surprised when I told him I was gay. He asked if I had a partner and I told him I didn't. Robert picked up his lager which was half full and downed it in one. He grinned and said he needed to go for a piss. I said I did too and we made our way to the toilet. Soon we were standing at the urinal together and I could see Robert was checking out my cock as he pissed like a racehorse. A short time later we were in a cubicle and Robert was sitting on the toilet and I was standing in front of him. He unzipped my smart work trousers and pulled them down along with my pants and soon he was sucking my cock. He sucked me quite well and I couldn't help wondering just how straight he was. He certainly did not resist when I pulled him up. I wanked him for a while and then motioned to him to turn round. WIthout a word, he turned round, pulled his pants right down and bent over the toilet. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his hole. It wasn't very fresh, but in fairness he probably hadn't been expecting anyone to stick their tongue up it and I didn't really care anyway. I licked his arse for a while and then reached into my pocket for the little pack of lube I always have somewhere about my person. Robert did not resist as I pushed my cock into him - he just gave a little grunt and soon my cock was right up him. I began to fuck him - turned on by the tightness of his arse and the fact that we were fucking in the toilet of a run down straight pub. The toilet was not very clean and it smelled very strongly of piss, but somehow this just turned me on even more and before long I was getting close to cumming. "I'm close," I panted and he asked if I was going to cum in him. "Do you want me to?" I asked and he nodded. I didn't hold back and soon I was pumping a nice big load of cum into his arse. When I had finished cumming, Robert stood up, took hold of his cock and began to wank. I fingered his cummy hole as he wanked and before long he was shooting a big load of cum down the tiled wall of the cubicle. He griined at me. "You've done that before!" I said and he shrugged "Now and then" he said. "Do you like it?" I asked and Robert nodded and grinned at me again. I didn't have cause to visit that area for a while after that and the only other time I visited the council estate was one afternoon when I badly needed to piss. I remembered there a little wooded area behind a brick shed on the estate and I figured that it wouldn't do any harm just to quickly take a piss there on the way past - and to be honest it was either that or wet my pants and I didn't want to do that. A few minutes later I was mid way through a much needed piss behind the shed when I sensed that I was not alone. I turned and found a dark haired young lad of about 18 or 19 watching me. He was dressed in a polo shirt and work trousers and I saw from his badge that his name was Reece and he was part of the council's Estate Services Team. I had seen members of the team on the estate now and then, cleaning and tidying the garden areas. Reece was staring openly at my cock and I pulled back a bit to give him a better view as I finished pissing. It wasn't long before my cock was in his mouth and I was enjoying a really good blow job. This lad may have been young but he certainly knew what he was doing - it was one of the best blow jobs I had had in ages. I let him suck me for a while longer and then pulled him up. He didn't take much persuading to drop his pants for me and soon he was leaning against the brick shed, his work trousers and his white underpants at his knees and my cock up his arse. He told me he wanted it hard and I gave it to him hard, before shooting my toxic load deep into his unprotected young arse. Shortly after this encounter, the landlord put his flat on the market and I had no cause to visit that area again - but I certainly had some horny fun when I was there and, as always, enjoyed every minute of it. I've also quite enjoyed writing this - if you like it, I'll write some more.

kaity and I met two weeks into sophomore year and were never apart for more than a few days at a time after that. We got married just before graduation and settled into our married life. Sex had never been that exciting. We were both a little awkward and we settled into a vanilla routine with lots of missionary,a little doggy, and not much passion. Feeling bored I started watching porn online. I soon got obsessed with anal. I loved watching 20 year olds getting their asses plowed by huge cocks. As I watched more, I especially loved scenes with groups and anal creampies, and better yet, both. For once I tried talking to kaity frankly about sex. I said I was interested in anal and wanted to eat and fuck her ass. Her response couldn't have been worse. Hey revulsion was obvious and she made me promise i would never bring it up again. OK. Or sex life got worse and my anal fixation increased. About a year down the line I was sent to new York for work. I'd never been before and was looking forward to a new experience. I arranged to get there a couple of days early on my own dime. My wife thought the work had to start early. I wandered the city my first night, walking from Central Park down to Washington square Park. It was getting later and I grabbed a bite. Then I walked the side streets of the village. I happened on a porno store and walked in on a lark. The rows of porno made me instantly hard. Anal, gangbangs, fat women, etc. All hardcore and in my face. I picked up a couple dvds and marveled. I walked quickly down the gay aisle. My cock got even harder seeing guys with a dick inside. No wanting to be a bad customer, I bought a small bottle of lube and got out of there. I was still head spinningly horny and when I noticed the cheesy gay bar across the street I simply walked towards it without forming a clear thought in my head. The place was dead, and on a Saturday. But I went up to the bar and ordered a vodka tonic. The drink was cheap. It was fine for me to be there. So I told myself, but my nerves were frazzled. I drank fast and I hardly drank. I found myself in the middle of a conversation with a middle aged gay guy. I heard myself telling him a lot of details about my life and sexual interests. I laughingly told him about my anal obsession. He told me I should give it a try. The next thing I can remember I was in the stall of the bathroom with my jeans around my ankles. My new friend's thrust his cock inside me. It was hot,I felt confused, I moaned. As he continued to fuck me I became very aware that people were coming and going from the bathroom. Tony! That was his name. "You want that anal creampie don't you baby," asked Tony. "Yeah cum in my ass," I heard myself saying. Someone was peeing a few feet away. Tony thrust hard a few more times and then buried himself in me. I reached back, feeling for a condom. "Are you fucking me bare?!?" "Yeah you said you were into it!" "What?" "Yeah you said you wanted a creampie!" Fuck. By now his load was running out of my anus and down my leg. I pulled up my pants and ran out of the bar. After I got a couple of blocks away I hailed a cab and went back to my hotel. I took a hot shower and got myself cleaned out. Just as I was putting on my pajamas there was a knock at my door. I looked through the peephole and saw a couple of guys. Fuck. I recognized them. I invited them here from the gay bar... To be continued...

PART 1 I'm from the UK and go to Disney World in Florida quite regularly with family. We usually go for about a month at a time and we all stay in the same room. During my last visit, I was finally on PREP. I was paranoid about taking over a months supply with me through customs, and even more paranoid about taking poppers with me. I was debating do I go a month without sex, or do I risk it. In the end, I stuck with the prep but left the poppers at home. I didn't want to pass up an opportunity for sex should one arise, but being with my family I thought those opportunities would be few and far between. The night before my departure, we stayed in a hotel at the airport. Thankfully I had my own room, but unfortunately it was directly opposite my parents. Everyone went to bed quite early, as we had a long day ahead the next day. Alarms were set for 3am and our 9 hour flight left at 11. Whilst in bed, I decided to check through Grindr, not expecting to find anything but i'd give it a go, maybe I could sext someone or something. As usual, there were a few profiles 4 maybe 5 miles away, I couldn't travel so they were out. I was about to give up when a profile popped up 50 feet away. Almost instantly I had a message from them with "looking?". Suddenly I became nervous, could I sneak out? I cant have them here what if my parents see them. But I was so horny I thought fuck it. I replied "yes, what room?" I wasn't prepared at all, I had no poppers, no condoms / lube, but I was so horny I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity, it could've been my last for a month. I had a response from Grindr. He's on the same corridor as me, just 3 doors up. I left my room, being super quiet and making sure the heavy hotel door doesn't create suspicion for my parents. He had left his door on the latch and I walked in, pitch black. I couldn't see where I was going, until I could see the faint glow of a phone light and a the slight outline of a guy on the bed. I jumped straight into this, I didn't even ask the guy for a picture on Grindr. The phone light went off and I could see him getting up and walking to me, neither of us had said a word and he just started kissing me and fingering my ass. This was happening, I was so excited and asked to suck him. He had an average size cock, but it was extremely thick, it filled my mouth and he started fucking my throat. Every time I was gagging he pulled me up and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He laid down on the bed and pulled me on top of him. He said "spit in my mouth". I was a little shocked, I hesitated and he grabbed my throat. "I said spit in my mouth". My dick suddenly got really hard. I spat in his mouth, as requested and he pulled me down to kiss me. "Don't you fucking cum until I say so". I didn't know how to respond, so I went with a simple "Yes sir". He pulled my dick in to his mouth and asked me to fuck his throat, I was getting close to cumming so I asked him to stop. He went into his rucksack and pulled out some poppers. "Picked these up in Amsterdam, they're the real deal now sniff". He held the bottle under my nose. "Sniff again and dont stop until I said so". I kept sniffing, and sniffing, "Stop and hold your breath until I say so". I held my breath and then he said "Release and suck this dick". I became super hot, and horny. His dick became the only thing in my world, I needed it, not having it wasn't an option. I managed to deep throat it and begin to vomit. He pulled out and stuck the bottle under my nose again. "Sniff bitch until I say stop". The thumping in my head was incredible, I felt free. He pulled away the bottle and spun me over and pushed my head into the bed. I felt him spit in hole, and I could feel his dick teasing the opening. He started to push and I started to gasp, before he put his hand over my mouth. "You only speak when I let you". "Yes sir" I replied. My first mistake. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY" as my head was thrusted into the mattress and my ass spanked harder than I knew was possible. I loved it. I could feel the poppers wearing off, and his thick cock was tearing my hole a part. I tried to reach for the poppers but my master grabbed them. He pulled them behind my back and said "You sniff when I let you.". He started to slow, he must've been close. He placed the bottle in front of me and said I want you to huff this. Put your lips around the bottle. I did as my master said. He climbed on the bed and made me sit on his dick. He wanted me to ride him and choke him at the same time. He pulled me in to kiss him and I could feel him thrust in to my house, he wouldn't let go and held me tight. He filled my ass with his cum. He pushed me away. "KEEP GOING", I kept going and a few seconds later he moaned. "MILK MY DICK MILK IT" I kept going and he told me I was a good boy. I asked him could I cum and he slapped me. "NO TALKING". He turned his body backwards and asked my to throat fuck him and choke him at the same time. I'm not to stop until I cum. I kept going and could hear him gagging, every time he smacked my ass I was to let go of his throat. It wasn't long, and my load flowed freely down his throat. He kept sucking, every last drop. He got up and kissed me, it was 2:30am, I was supposed to get up in half an hour. I told him I need to get back to my room. We exchanged numbers and I left. I walked back to my room, with the cum slowly dripping out my ass staining my underwear. It was my only pair so I had to wear these cum soaked underwear on the plane the next day. TO BE CONTINUED

Had my second dose of Moderna last Friday. Happy to get it, no side affects except a sore arm

I’ll go first, me and my girlfriend have mentioned it a few times for strictly members of the same sex. Which is okay with me because I’m only interested in sleeping with men outside the relationship anyway. But she’s said she wants it to be something down the road when we need to spice things up. Personally I’m trying to be patient but it is tough, however I’ve been good so far. I bring it up every now and then to reassess but so far it’s not happening. I have a couple outlets like this that she knows about though so that helps.

Fuck yeah

I feel like some bottoms have a fantasy of being a submissive bottom slut but in reality they aren’t ready for this type of lifestyle, commitment and dedication. Watching that sort of themed porn is one thing but to actually participate in it and get involved are night and day. As a cum dumpster sissy faggot bottom slut you never ever tell a dominant top what to do or say no to them, just obey and fulfill all their orders no matter how dirty, embarrassing or twisted they may be. It’s just something that you are born as, it’s either you are or you aren’t. This twisted [banned word] fucked up way of life always intrigued me and turned me on. After I got my first of cock as a teenager I was obsessed with getting more. I would seduce pervy older dominant men to use me, violate me and breed my hole. But my favorite was this registered pedophile sex offender that lived at the end of my block. One day when my bike chain fell off in front of his house he was really nice and fixed it for me, then invited me into his air conditioned house to cool off and a soda. Which lead to me sucking his fat cock and fucking me.

Never thought arrogance was appealing, normally causes people to get punched in the head

I have been seriously persistently pestered by really young guys to have me use them. I have always said NO even though sometimes it is REALLY HARD. If they want to experiment, let them do it with someone their own age, who they cannot get in trouble. A sex offense is nothing to joke about and I rather stay clear from any potential situation. You never know when the kids mom will check his cel phone, you know? Having said that, I was terrible growing up. I found my way inside (and bred!) many bubble butts way before I turned 18. But that was then and in a country that’s less puritanical and hypocritical than the USA.

I was 14, and I remember it vividly. I actually was looking for other gayboys my age on the MTV chat, where I did share my phone-number. Some guy texted me back and wanted to meet and have fun, and I was triggered. He said he was older (33) and wanted to guide me. So we met, and he awaited me in his car somewhere close to where I lived. We drove off to a nearby forest and he had me suck him off in the car. Back then, I was such a paranoia and I had him put a condom on for everything (well, that’s changed 🤪). Afterwards he fucked me outside in the forest, and it hurt like hell. But he came and we drove back to where he picked me up. He told me that I was supertight, but that was normal since he was my first. Thinking afterwards about it, he was certainly way older by 10 years at least. And ofcourse I should’ve done it bare. I have never heard/seen of him ever again after that.

Bare fucked new btm. Faceless profile on Grindr popped up while I was driving and running errands. Guy sent me a pic of his smooth ass bent over and his addy. I drove over in 15mins. Older white hair, probably 50s, and very slim and smooth. I did pull out and shoot all over his back 🤣 mostly because I wanted to see how much I came. It's been a week so ... My load shot everywhere. All over his sheets too. He said "next time that'll feel great up my hole".

I’m 66 and not taking prep and enjoying raw loads. Like the previous posted said “you’re gonna die from something” I get some of the same shaming from other mature guys who think they are going to live forever. I communicated with one guy who is pushing 80 and is on prep. Really ?

Love this nut up the ass!

Hello guys! I live in Milan.

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My Fast Alley Pozzing I could feel semen ooze out of my sore asshole as I sat and sipped whiskey. Taking my first poz load had taken all of fifteen minutes. I smiled and wondered if I was infected. Fifteen minutes ago my phone had rattled with a text forwarded from BBRT. It was from PozSanta, a top that lived nearby. "I want to fuck you, now. Alley behind new Thai place." "Yes." "5 minutes." "On the way. I knocked my whiskey back and headed out the door, I'd have to hurry. BBRT showed his current location to be closer than I was, I wanted his load bad. He listed his HIV status as 'Positive'. BBRT had another option for 'Undetectable', so I assumed he was not on meds and his VL was high. I was neg. This fuck could infect me with HIV. I wanted it. For several years my favorite jerk off fantasies had featured me taking poz loads, I'd always chickened out. There was a 1 in 70 chance of one fuck infecting me, I told myself I was going to roll the dice. I wasn't exactly lying, I didn't want to get infected, but when I jerked off I muttered to myself, 'fuck me, cum in me, knock me up, infect me with HIV, please infect me'. The idea of getting infected was what really got me off. Fuck it, I was going to do it, roll the dice. Now. The alley was surprisingly well lit, I saw a man walking toward me, then he ducked into a doorway twenty feet from me. I looked in, he was standing half in the light with his cock out, stroking slowly. It was the cock in his profile, not long, but thick, curved, oozing precum. I walked up and took it in my hand, he was ready, hard, wet, oozing. I turned, sidling into the dark doorway and pushed my pants down, bent over, legs spread. He moved to me, the wet head of his dick nuzzled my hole. I moaned and pushed back. He grunted and shoved in deep. I whimpered and shuddered, I had a poz dick in me! He growled and started fucking me slowly, stroking deep, pulling out and popping back in. I whined and tightened my hole, he pushed hard, violating me. It hurt like I wanted. "Neg bitch likes my poz dick, don't you?" "Yes, yes, fuck me, cum in me, give it to me!" "You want my poz cum, you want my bug, you want me to poz you?" "Fuck, yeah, poz me, knock me up, poz me!" I shuddered and sobbed as he fucked my ass with his toxic cock, this was what I wanted, a man fucking his virus into me. "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me...." His arms squeezed me hard, his cock shoved deep and twitched, swelled, I felt hot, poison semen jet out into my guts as he ejaculated deep in me. I jerked in orgasm , my cock squirted a load onto the wall I was leaning on, my ass squeezed his death cock hard, milking more venom into me. "Yeah, cum in me, cum in me, give it to me, poz me, knock me up, infect me, infect me good..." He trembled and held his dick deep in me, both of us breathing hard, shuddering, his cock swelling and twitching, pumping a few last squirts of lethal virus into me. "Fuck yeah, fuck, giving it to you, infecting you good, bitch! You got my bug, bitch, welcome to the club." He sighed, dropped his arms and backed away. His softening cock slid out and a rush of warm, virus laden cum ran down my legs. I pulled up my shorts and pants as I heard him walk away. A few minutes later I was back on my barstool, a celebratory glass of bourbon in front me. I sighed and savored the soreness in my asshole and the wet feel of my shorts, soaked in toxic semen. I made a mental note to buy canned soup and gatorade the next day, just in case.

Part 7 “You cool if we hang here for a little longer?” Wil asked me. “Upstairs wasn’t looking very busy when we walked around.” “Sure.” I wasn’t sure at all. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. And if Wil weren’t standing there in his matching red jockstrap and sneakers, I may have bolted. He took my hand. “Come on,” he said, taking my hand and leading me through the dark maze of plywood walls and cutouts. I could see guys walking around on the other side of some of the barriers, mostly seeing legs and an occasion bare dick through the cutouts. Wil walked confidently through the maze, guiding me toward the back of the room. There was a plywood board parallel to the back wall, the light even dimmer than in other areas of the maze. “This is usually a hot spot.” He kissed me again. “Back your ass up against the opening,” he pointed at one of three cutouts in the plywood. As I did, he did the same in front of the next cutout. “Now what?” I asked. He grinned in the twilight, still holding my hand. “Now we wait. Let’s see which ass they pick first.” I flashed to thoughts of training with my teammates. I wonder what they are doing tonight. Definitely not walking around in a jockstrap being fucked by randos. What would they say if any of them knew I was here doing this? Yeah, they hook up. Go to a party or bar, pick someone up, take them home and fuck them. But this is totally different. Am I supposed to be doing this? Wil grunted and squeezed my hand. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” “What is it?” “Big cock!” he gasped. I watched as he adjusted his body position, spreading his legs a little wider, arching his back slightly, and placing both hands against the wall in front of him. He whimpered and his head shot up, looking like he was straining. “Fuck that’s big,” he gasped. He was fumbling with his bottle of poppers in the dark, so I reached out to steady his hand, guiding the open bottle under his nose. “Thanks, babe.” As the rush hit him, some of the strain in his muscles faded, and his handsome face relaxed into more of a satisfied look. His nicely proportioned body looked really hot, his pale skin standing out more than mine in the dark lights. He was starting to groan in rhythm with his new fuck. Watching Wil, I was suddenly feeling nervous – for him as he strained to take that dick, and for myself anticipating what could come through my cutout. Looking at his body next to mine, I tried to copy his stance, my own hole hanging out in front of the wooden cutout. The thumping sound coming from the plywood barrier was getting louder as the anonymous top started to work Wil’s ass harder. “Oh that — that’s big!” His body started to quake with each thrust behind him. His whimpers quickly became moans as they settled into their fuck. I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked directly, the shadow at the edge of the plywood wall disappeared. Wil and his anon partner were attracting some attention now. Wil was grunting and moaning when I felt a hand caress my exposed ass. His fingers felt cool and kinda rough against my smooth skin. I wondered what my hole looked like framed through the cutout in the wall; what made it inviting to someone? Is this the same person who was just looking around the corner of the barrier? Without any preamble, I felt the pressure against my hole. Whoever it was, they were about to fuck me. Wil was lost in his own fuck at the moment, so I took the poppers from his hand and took a long hit off of them. That feeling of warmth rolling through my body was becoming familiar, and my sphincter relaxed. I felt the cock pop inside and then he plunged his full length into me. It wasn’t too fast, more of a steady penetration. Now it was my turn to moan as the anonymous cock impaled me. I was relieved it wasn’t as large as the one inside Wil seemed to be. “You got one?” Will asked with stunted breathes as he was being pounded. I could only nod, not sure whether he could see me. My words weren’t coming out – only soft moaning sounds as the dick began working my ass like a master. It was like being fucked by a ghost; you didn’t see it, but you could feel it. It felt amazing! Long, slow, smooth strokes were spreading my hole open. Then he withdrew, leaving me feeling oddly empty; the cock head never losing contact with me. Then he was sliding back inside me, and I could feel every inch moving further up and in, forcing groans of pleasure from me. I braced my arms against the wall in front of me as my anonymous top began to pound my ass through the cutout. I felt Wil put his hand over mine as we stood side by side, our bare asses pressed against the cool plywood, each getting plowed by an unseen stranger. The banging against the plywood walls was signaling to anyone in the maze that someone was getting fucked. I saw silhouettes on either side of Wil and I, watching the college boys take anon cock. All I could think was how fucking hot this was! Before I knew it, Wil was standing beside me, rubbing my bare back with one hand, and whispering in my ear. “That’s it, baby, take that big cock. I can see it penetrating you. It’s a hot dick. Take it. Let him fill you up.” I was moaning uncontrollably. “Yeah. Let him know how much you love his big dick. I think he’s getting close to breeding you.” He was right – I could feel it too. The guy was thrusting faster and with more determination, edging closer to unloading. If not for the wall between us, he’d probably be holding my hips for leverage. As it was, I imagined him holding the top of the plywood partition to balance as he was fucking my ass through the wall. Part of my brain told me to pull off before he came inside me, but my body refused to relinquish the pleasure. And Wil was standing next to me, half holding me as I left myself open to the stranger’s gift. “You are so fucking beautiful,” Wil whispered tenderly. “I can’t believe I’m here with you.” I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into the most awkward kiss ever, my body half hanging off him, half braced against the wall to maintain my balance as the guy pounded me. His cock went deep, firmly planting itself inside me, and I felt the telltale quivering from his body resonating in my own as he unloaded. “He’s breeding you,” Wil whispered. “Take his seed. I want it all inside your beautiful body. Take it all.” I instinctively pushed my ass all the way back, trying to bury the mysterious dick as deep inside as possible. His cock was pulsing, and I heard him grunt. The warm juices sprayed inside me, and my body relished it. I gasped with excitement as he bred me. I wanted it. No, I needed it! He began pumping me slowly again, and I felt some of his load dribbling down the inside of my legs. Beyond any reasonable thought, I felt a thrilling rush go through my body as he added more seed inside me. I was still quivering when my seeder pulled out. It felt like a full minute passed as he reeled his cock back in. I stood up, my leg muscles aching from the unusual stance I’d been holding. I did a quick stretch of the muscles, and caught sight of my seeder’s legs through the cutout. I could see long legs with grey and blue sneakers. I bent further, enjoying the stretch, but also intensely curious. I saw a lean body, tall, and relatively smooth. He was stroking his dick, or maybe rubbing in the cum coating it. With his head bent down, all I could really see was a crop of white hair. He wasn’t at all the type of guy I would go after, but it struck me what an amazing fuck that was. Would I have let him plow me if I’d been able to see him? Probably not, and I confused by the feeling of potentially having missed out on what I just experienced. As I stood up feeling conflicted, Wil gathered me in an embrace. I didn’t resist, finding a sense of security in his arms, and appreciating the heat of his body pressed against mine – a stark contrast to the ghost-like feeling of the tops who had taken our asses thus far tonight. “How was that?” “Amazing,” I admitted. I could see him grin in the odd lighting. “How about yours?” “It was tough taking him. And he pulled out without cumming. Fucker.” He looked me in eyes. “Shall we go upstairs?” “I feel like I need a break.” “Good idea to walk it off.” Again he led me by the hand through the maze, this time finding the door to the hallway and finally the main room. It had gotten busier than before, more men wandering around the space, some of them chatting softly, but most on the prowl. Wil and I got another drink. He headed off to the bathroom while I stood near the stairs. “Enjoying yourself?” I turned and saw the tall, handsome guy I’d noticed earlier standing beside me. He had an accent, maybe French or French-Canadian. His body was nicely toned, and I could make out a thin coating of hair across his muscular pecs. I suddenly felt very shy and small, like I was standing near Apollo himself. “It’s different than anywhere I’ve ever been.” “But are you enjoying it?” I nodded. “I am.” “Good,” he said, and put a hand on my shoulder. “I’m heading upstairs. I’ll be looking for you.” He squeezed my shoulder and headed up the stairs, he ass looking magnificent as he ascended into the stark lighting above. Wil came along a few minutes later with a bottle of water that he shared with me. He rested a hand against my abs as I downed a share of the water. “Upstairs should be rocking by now. The mattresses make for more creative positions than the maze. Ready for your public debut?” I nodded, somewhat hesitantly, wondering what might happen when I saw Apollo up there. Wil took a moment and kissed me again, slow and tender, before heading up the steps. I noted how his muscular ass was framed perfectly in his jockstrap. It was very easy being around Wil, something I didn’t feel with most gay guys I knew. And he made everything here seem so normal. Wil was right. There was a lot more action upstairs now then earlier. The music was louder up here, and the lighting stronger. You could easily make out the faces and bodies of men in play area. The large black mattresses were host to a variety of entangled bodies, grunts and moans still audible behind the music. I scanned to wide loft area, trying to take it all in. There were a few more younger guys here now than when I first arrived. It seemed like they were all servicing the more mature guys, offering either their mouth or ass to pleasure their momentary partners. Wil was also looking around, taking it all in, deciding where to join the play. He pointed to the far corner of one of the mattresses. “Looks like a spot we can grab.” I was following Wil, his body naked except for the red sneakers and jockstrap that framed his hot ass, to a corner of the furthest mattress. Are we gonna play together? I wondered. As the night had progressed, I found myself more and more enamored with my new friend. But is this real? Or just a one-night thing built on the sexual energy of this place? A hand firmly grasped my arm, stopping me in my tracks. Wil’s hand pulled away from mine. Apollo had disentangled himself from the middle of a pile of writhing bodies in middle of a large mattress. His sculpted body was shiny with sweat, and as he stepped off the mattress, I saw his erect cock for the first time, pointing directly toward me like some wizard’s wand. On the mattress, I caught sight of a gold jockstrap, and knew he’d been working on Justin’s ass. The aloof Asian boy didn’t even look up as another man rolled into Apollo’s place at his ass. Apollo’s powerful frame was standing over me. I felt speechless and small in his presence. His body pressed against mine; his skin was hot to touch, sweaty from exertion and sex. I could smell sex on him, wondering how many men he’d already had tonight. My head was spinning. This stuff doesn’t happen to me. I’m just a regular guy, quiet, good student and average soccer player. I’m never the guy who feels noticed. Except here. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come to me,” Apollo said, his thick accent adding to his sexual appeal. I felt like a fly trapped in the spider’s web. Only this time the fly was desperate to be devoured. Apollo explored my body with his powerful hands. Finally he kissed me. It was deep, passionate, electric. His hands kneeled my ass as our tongues wrestled. “Your ass feels like there’s several loads in you already. You’ve been naughty tonight.” I felt awkward and suddenly ashamed, expecting him to pull away from me. I didn’t know what to say. I’d been used by total strangers, each of their loads inside me. I couldn’t tell you who they were, or even what two of the looked like. Wad this who I was becoming? It’s not supposed to be who I am. I saw Justin again on the black vinyl mattress, cocks stuffed into each of his holes. Is that what I am? Apollo was still fingering my sloppy hole. “Is that your boyfriend?” “No,” I quickly answered, my eyes still on the cute Asian twink being consumed on the mat. I looked back at Apollo and realized he was looking in the opposite direction. I turned my head and saw Wil standing there watching us. For the first time tonight, he looked uncertain what to do. Seeing us both looking at him, he took the cue to step closer. “He is cute,” Apollo said as he put an arm around Wil and pulled him into us. “Yes he is.” Apollo kissed Wil, casting his spell on the sexy ginger. I could feel their hot breath as they made out a mere inch from my face. The sexual tension was building in our muscles. Apollo broke the kiss with Wil, letting his fingers probe my ass again. Wil and I both moaned softly, and I assumed Apollo was simultaneously exploring his wet hole. We fell into a three-way kiss, surrounded by naked bodies windows various sexual positions and acts. It was overwhelming but I couldn’t leave this embrace. “I love couples,” Apollo purred into both our ears. With little effort, his muscular body pulled Wil and I into the writhing mass of naked sex on the mattress.

Part 3 The next two weeks were busy with soccer games and an internship. I was able to get into the bar with some friends the following weekend, and even got picked up by a friend of a friend. The sex was okay, but it hadn’t been great. And that’s what had me wrestling in my own head. I jerked off twice a day every day those two weeks, and despite trying, not to, my thoughts always went back to that fuck at the bookstore. I kept picturing his bare cock buried in my hole, and standing in that booth totally naked. I felt ashamed that I’d been there, and didn’t want anyone to ever know. But eve time I jerked off, I felt turned on and this thrill about it. I kept picturing myself walking those dark hallways, imagining them clogged with silhouetted guys stroking their cocks. I can’t go back there, I told myself during the day. It’s not the place guys like me go. But what about that guy who fucked me? He had been hot! And seemed like a normal guy I could meet out. Why was he there? It had my thoughts spinning and my emotions in a jumble. What was worse was I couldn’t talk to anyone about it. At the bar that night, I’d occasionally hear jokes about the bookstore and going there for “last call” if you didn’t find any there at the bar. Was that what it was? But people. Made it sound like somewhere you didn’t want to be seen. So why did I find myself standing outside the store again two weeks later? That same lesbian bouncer was at the door, and I couldn’t join my friends inside. I had gone to a local straight bar where some guys from soccer hung out. I had some drinks and hung out for a few hours, but wasn’t enjoying the conversation and constant prodding to go talk to some girl or another. Some people are clueless. Finally I took off saying I was meeting some friends. So here I am, wearing a blue tank top, white shorts, and flips flops, my hair freshly cut short with a little flip in front. I am feeling good about how I look. So why am I sitting in my car outside the bookstore again?? But I am. My cock is tingling and my guts are tangled up. This time I saw a couple guys go inside that looked pretty normal. One left quickly with a bag, but the other was still inside. Was he in the back maze of rooms? We’re there others that came in through the back entrance? Finally I was on the move, inside the store, and headed to the back area that was glowing with neon again. The same clerk was there, and I tried to avoid eye contact as I paid and he handed me anther little bottle. The first one was still unopened in the bottom of a drawer at home. This time I took a minute to remove the wrapper and look at the bottle; it was the first time I noticed some little pill sitting at the bottom of the bottom, immersed in the liquid. I still don’t know what these are, but they made me really horny last time. I tucked them into my pocket. I noticed a bowl of condoms on the counter. I should grab a few, just in case. I’m not going to fuck tonight, but I should have one in case someone wants to rub my hole. I should probably wear one for a blowjob here. But the thought of sucking on a rubber was totally repulsive. And if I bought one, the clerk would know I might be fucking out back and throw me out. The guy who fucked me last time said we needed to avoid drawing attention. I don’t want to get fucked tonight anyway. I walked out back, my flip flops slapping sounded really loud here. I crossed the glowing threshold into the back hallways. But this time I didn’t linger in the doorway, but kept walking. Tonight seemed busier. There were a lot of red lights glowing over the doors, and I saw three guys walking or standing in the hallways as I moved. I was trying to see their faces without them seeing me at all. I didn’t want anyone to recognize me here. If someone looked up at me, I’d look away quick. One guy was standing in a hallway, his head turned away from me. But his body looked decent in a t-shirt and shorts. The other guys were wearing dress shirts and pants. I suddenly felt self conscious about how exposed I was — you could easily see my chest and abs under my loose fitting tank, and my booty shorts were cropped right below my crotch. I walked the first two hallways, and then turned a corner and entered the third. I never really explored back this far last time. There were fewer doors, and only a couple red lights glowing. But the doors were all open, and you could hear the porn playing. I walked by slower, looking inside those rooms. There were two guys sitting in their own booths, cocks out and stroking really slowly. I walked by nervously, then went back to see if I could see them more clearly. The lighting was really dim, even with the video screens. Someone passed me in the hallway, but he gave me the creeps when his hand brushed over my crotch — I pulled away instinctively. Because of him I didn’t get to see inside the booths any better than the first time, and it was a minute before I looped back again. The guy in the first booth was older and looked like he might be a bit rough, with a cropped beard, jeans, boots, and a buttoned shirt that was hanging open. He was burly, with a thick hairy chest and a bit of a gut. But he had this manly energy. He was stroking so I didn’t get a good look at his cock, and he didn’t look up at me as I walked by. The second guy was in the next booth. He was naked except for sneakers, which I thought was really weird. Do guys really just hang out naked here? I don’t think I could do that. He was tall and thin. He looked up as I passed. I turned around and walked by again a few seconds later; he was still looking at me, like he expected me. His hand was wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, his long cock rock hard standing straight up in the air, and his balls were poking out the top of his grip. I realized I was holding my breath. He motioned me inside. I hesitated, then walked by. I did the loop of three hallways, and found myself back at those two open doors again. The burly guy in the shirt and jeans was still watching his movie, ignoring me. But the naked guy had stood up, facing the door, and made direct eye contact with me. This time he just stroked his long cock slowly. It was enticing. This time I stopped in the doorway, captivated by the size of his cock. He motioned me inside again. I took a step forward. His body reminded me of a tennis player’s. He was somewhere in his late 30s or 40s, good looking. Oddly I thought he looked like someone my dad would be friends with. He motioned me inside again, that long cock calling. I stepped inside the booth, watching him stroke his cock ever so slowly. He wanted me to see it. I wanted to touch it. I reached out, and saw my hand was shaking. He let me put my hand on it. Fuck, it felt so warm! And it was girthier than I expected. Still longer and lean, but I didn’t expect it to be this thick. He didn’t reach out to me, but let me get used to holding his cock. He moaned a little as I squeezed for the first time. I noticed someone behind me. The creepy guy was back and standing in the doorway. I had the urge to bolt. What am I doing?? But the creepy guy was in the way. The naked lean guy moved at that moment, reached over, and closed the door on the creepy guy. Then he leaned back against the wall, showing off his cock again. This time he reached out and tugged at the front of my shorts. I hadn’t realized I was hard, but was suddenly aware of the pressure in my shorts. His hands sent sparks flying through me, and I shuddered. I had been holding my breath again, and it came out in a soft groan. My body released all its tension, and I felt like I was melting. Reading my reaction, he came closer, unbuttoned my shorts, and slipped them to the floor. He began caressing my cock, my balls, and then my ass. I just stood there letting the sensations wash over me. I closed my eyes. His hands moved under my tank top, exploring my pecs abs and pecs. “Very nice,” he said softly, his voice deep. “You are so damned hot.” He pulled my tank over my head and set it down on the plastic chair. “Much better.” My hand was unconsciously stroking his long cock. I looked down at it. I was enthralled. It had a domed head, and reminded me of those batons they direct traffic with at night. We were both standing there naked, him exploring my muscled angles of my body, and me holding my upright by gripping his hot cock. He bent his knees, and thrust his cock forward in my hand, the head poking my balls. Again I felt sparks go through my body as his cock pushed against my body. He did it again, more deliberate this time. He angled his tall body so his cock was now brushing up under my balls, between my thighs. “You play football,” he asked. “Soccer.” “That explains this body.” There was a thrill running through me. This guy thinks I’m hot. He. Appreciates my body. And he knows how to make it feel good. “Why don’t you suck it?” He said quietly. I crouched down, tentatively taking the long shaft. Could I swallow all this? The length was intimidating. “That’s it. That’s it, boy. Nice and slow. Enjoy it.” I was trying to, but I was feeling nervous again. I was naked, crouched in front of this stranger in a booth. There was a creepy guy outside the door. What am I doing here? “Just relax,” he said again. Was I that obvious? Did he know I was about to stand up and bolt? I decided to leave. I let his impressive cock fall out of my mouth and I stood up. Do I say I’’m leaving? Am I supposed to say thanks? Why do I say I’m leaving? Will he be mad at me? Probably. I took a step backward and was looking down to find my tank when his put a warm hand on my shoulder, and the other one moved under my nose. It was one of those bottles again. “Inhale. Relax.” I tried not to, but the bottle was was now up my nostril. “Inhale,” he said gain in that deep voice. It was a command. His thumb closed off my other nostril. “”Again,” he said. This time I got the full whiff. His hand pushed pressure on my shoulder, and I was then on my knees and started to devour his cock. My body felt amazingly warm, and I couldn’t get enough of his cock into my mouth to satisfy the sudden urge. I started going to town on his long shaft, despite it hitting the back of my throat. “That’s it. That’s what you want. You want to be a Cocksucker.” He was starting to moan a bit. “Suck it, boy.” I was amazed how hot his cock felt going in and out of my mouth. I licked the long shaft with my tongue, until he pushed my face deeper against his balls. “Lick them. That’s it. Lick my balls. Get those toxic juices boiling.” What did he mean? “Can you smell the load brewing in there? I bet you can. I bet you want it.” He shoved his cock back into my mouth. I didn’t resist. I was caught up in this guy’s energy. I liked that he had control. It was turning me on. What am I doing? As he was thrusting his cock into my mouth, choking me, I felt his body fold. Over mine. His hands were gl down the length of my back to my ass. He began caressing my ass with both his hands, kneeling the muscles. ”Such a hot body. Look at that ass. I was vaguely aware of the sound of a plastic snap, but didn’t think much of it. My hole suddenly felt very slick as his fingers deliberately pressed inside me. His long shaft popped out of my mouth, and my face was crushed against the hair in his crotch. I grunted as his slippery fingers penetrated my hole. It was kinda rough, but kinda a turn on. I need to leave, I suddenly thought, but that thought went no where. My ass had control of my body, and it was excited by what he was dong. I seemed like there were arms and legs all around me. He was moving around the small space, and started to maneuver me into a different position. I didn’t know how such a tall guy could fit in this little booth, let alone with another person. But he was managing it well enough. He seemed to be behind me now. He shoved the little bottle into my nostril again. “Take a good hit, boy. That’s it. Now one more.” He bent me forward, my arms and hands resting on the cold floor. It felt sticky. I didn’t care. He grabbed my hips and lifted them up. “Lift that ass, boy. Higher.” My head was swirling and I wanted to feel him so badly. My ass started grinding backward, instinctively searching for his cock. I actually had to stretch my legs and get on my toes in order to lift my ass to the level of his cock. He gave a malicious laugh, “That’s it boy. Work for that cock. Show me. What that hot muscle body can do for it.” I was in this weird triangular position, up on my toes and hands. He pushed his cock against my hole. I shuddered, feeling the heat of the head. He kept going, a firm pressure pushing my hole open. I grunted and yelped at the same time. As he opened me up, my head flung back, and I saw stars. He didn’t waste time. He was pumping his long cock in and out of my ass,. I was grunting. Each time it went deep. Fuck that was a long cock! I opened my eyes. I was facing the floor, my flip flop in front of my, and I could see a corner of my shirt to my left. How did I end up here? “You like that cock, boy?” “Oh fuck yes.” He pounded my ass hard in response. I moaned louder than I should have. He didn’t seem to care about how loud we were. “Fuck, boy, you. Have my juices boiling. Can you feel it? Feel the toxins boiling in my balls. What do you want , boy?” “Fuck me! Please fuck me.” “Yeah. That’s a good cumdump . You are a cumdump, boy.” My legs were starting to shake from the strain of hollowing this wired angled position. All my weight resting on my toes and hands. But his cock felt so amazing. I wanted him to keep fucking me. His thrusts were long and deep, and he had a fast rhythm. My legs ached. My ass wanted so much more. I kept moaning as he used me. “It’s cumming, boy. That load is cumming. You want. That load, don’t you? You want to feel it.” No! I don’t want it inside me! “YES!! Fuck me! Whatever you want!” Now the sound of flesh pounding flesh was ringing through the booth. I yelped, “ah!! Ah! ! ah!” Each time he pounded against my smooth bare ass. I needed to collapse. And relieve my aching legs, but he was relentless. “Fuuuuuuuccckkkkkkk,” he growled. He planted his cock deep inside me. His body was shaking with the release, and it sent shivers through me. He pulled his cock out. I suddenly felt very empty, realizing just how filling his cock had been. All the warmth I’d been feeling with him plugged into me was draining away, and I collapsed on the floor. What the fuck? Who am I? I’m laying naked on this. Disgusting floor. Nice guys like me don’t do. This. I should be at the bar with friends, feeling sexy in my cute outfit, laughing and cruising guys. But I’m here, laying totally naked on a sticky floor in some shithole of a bookstore. My body was covered in sweat, and I was breathing hard from the exertion of holding. That position. My legs still ached. But my ass… My ass was radiating sheer ecstasy. It felt so amazing that it washed away any other feelings. He was caressing my ass, and slapped his cock against it a couple times. “Fuck, boy. You’re loaded. How’s that feel?” I felt oddly sexy. I felt incredible. “Fuck that was amazing,” I said. What part of me was saying that?? “Good, boy.” He said in that deep voice. He was standing up, pulling on clothes for the first time since I’d seen him. He dressed quickly, reached down, and parted my ass cheeks just as I was starting to get off the floor. Damn my legs hurt. But the feeling of his hands on my ass again made me get into an all fours position. He growled with delight. “Look at that, boy. You’re a natural.” He brushed his fingers around my hole; it felt really wet an sticky. I moaned quietly. He slapped my ass. He stood up and I heard the door handle click. “Happy hunting! That load is gonna make you even more popular tonight.”

PART 22 The room was very small, maybe 10 feet by 8 feet, so it was very easy for him to nudge me towards the bed. He pulled what i recognized as a poppers bottle out of his waistband and set it on top of the small locker next to the bed. Within seconds his towel was off and he tossed it on the bed and reached down to undo my towel. It was not very bright in the room but i could take a longer look. His short spat and pepper hair was thinning and his cheekbones were more prominent because he was so thin. I couldn’t decide if he just looked runner thin or sickly. He was on the edge of the two. I let my eyes drop past his flat chest and lean waist and that’s why i finally saw his cock. He was semi hard, but even semi hard he was big. I couldn’t wait to see it rock hard. What really struck me though was that if his cock was big, his balls were huge. His sac was loose and in it, hung these two orbs that looked almost as big as eggs. How much cum must balls that huge produce? He quickly got my towel open, as i sat on the bed with my legs dangling off the edge. He grinned as he looked down and closed the distance between us. His cock was now inches from my face and he began to gently stroke it. I was very very aware that we had spoken maybe ten total words. It turned me on even more. I was in a room with a hot older guy naked and watching him stroke his beautiful penis. And it was getting harder. That big mushroom tip. Thick veiny shaft so rigid. My mouth opened as i leaned forward and with my tongue outstretched, took the head into my mouth. It laid in my tongue as my lips wrapped around it and i felt him push forward as he fed me his shaft. I concentrated on relaxing my throat and used my tongue to work his cock as he began to gently pump my mouth. I could feel him fumbling for something and looked up to see him holding the popper bottle as he brought it down to my nostril and pushed the other side shut as i instinctively huffed. His Dick never left my mouth as he switched sides and i took another deep hit. As the poppers hit, so did my need to have all of his cock in my throat. I put all of my effort into accepting it and soon had his shortly cut pubes pressing into my face. Again and again i pushed myself all the down on eight solid inches of man cock and gagged myself. I was drooling spit down my chin and just loving worshipping his cock. He took turns fucking my face and letting me fuck my own mouth onto his manhood. I ignored my own rock hard leaking cock. All that mattered was this stranger’s giant penis. I wanted to please him. Finally, after a few minutes of using my mouth, he pulled me off his cock and dropped to his knees.gripping my calves, he pushed them up and out spreading me wide open with my ass hanging off the edge of the bed. His head dipped down and i felt his rough beard brush my asscheeks and heard him draw a deep breath through his nose. He did it again and it occurred to me that he was trying to take in my scent. My musky ass was turning him on. And all that mattered was turning him on. When his tongue finally dipped in and brushed over my hole, i bucked. My sensitive little hole quivered and my pulsed as he worked it. I was moaning and grunting. I couldn’t help It. He was a master and seemed to truly love opening me up with his mouth. He licked and stabbed with his tongue before literally kissing and sucking at my ass lips. I was in ecstasy and pushed to try to grind my asshole into his mouth. When i wasn’t sure i could take anymore, he finally gave me a break from his tongue lashing and raised up to his feet pushing me back on the bed. He was stroking his cock and it looked like steel it was so hard, and a drop of precum was dangling off the tip. He asked a one word question, “lube?” The look of panic and confusion on my face said it all. “I didn’t think to bring any” i mumbled. He grinned again. “Well, we have poppers and spit”, he said as he spit on his hand and lubed his cock with it. I knew my hole was soaked with spit and just decided if he said it was ok, it must be ok. He tossed me the bottle of poppers and i immediately hit both sides, holding each hit in to let it soak. I started to cap the bottle but he spoke again, “two more each side. I want you fucked up” Those words turned me on even more and i complied. Forty seconds later and i was flying, eyes rolling back and jaw slack. I pulled my legs back and he crawled between them and lined his coxk up to my hole. “Have you ever got fucked before boy?” I nodded. “Yeah i could tell you were a little bottom. You want it badly don’t you?” As he spoke, he was rubbing his precum off his cock head and onto my hole. “I really really like getting fucked” i admitted. He began to push into me and i worked to relax my hole as i felt that familiar sting of a blunt cockhead pushing my ass open. “Good boy. Open up for that cock. I’m gonna give you a nice big load of cum to take home with you. You want that? Want to take my cum home inside you?” As those words came out, four inches slid into me And knocked the breath out of me. He paused as i adjusted to having him inside me before he continued to push in. “Fuck yeah” i managed to get out. “Yeah you like that don’t you. Like that raw cock don’t you? Never even asked me about condoms.” I looked up at him and nodded. “Fuck yeah boy. I’m so glad we met. I’m going to give you what you need. A huge fucking load. Is that what you want? Do you want me to cum deep in your guts? Or pull out?” For effect, he actually pulled all the way out of me. I am sure he could see the panic in my eyes as he threatened to take his penis and his cum away from me. I practically cried out, “please don’t pull out. I want it inside me. All of it.” He pushed back in and i grunted loudly as my hole opened up to accept him. Now he began to truly fuck me. He increased his thrusts and drove deeper. My hole struggled to open all the way up but he was patient and, while he made it hurt a little as he poked so deep, he did it in a way that made me want the hurt. I knew he was stabbing my guts with his cockhead, forcing me open. We soon both had a glisten of sweat and he was breathing faster and faster. Only a bottom could understand the feeling of pride and contentment i felt when he was finally all of the way inside me. Balls deep. Pubic bone pressed up against me. Eight inches of hard gay man cock inside me. He began to saw in and out in short thrusts. There was always at least six inches inside me as he drove all the way in over and over. His strokes got a little more erratic as he gripped me tightly and pulled his body closer. “I’m going to flood your hole boy. You ready? Ready to take my Cum?”, he whispered to me. “Please let me have it.”, i whimpered feeling all of him inside me so deep, that sharp stab every time he pushed all the way in. “Here it comes. Here it comes. Fucking. Take. That. Fucking. Load.” He grunted the words through clenched teeth and he pushed even deeper, if that was possible.I could feel his shaft flexing inside my hole. His cum was splattering my Guts, painting them with semen so deep inside. I wrapped my legs around him, keeping him as deep as i could. Finally, his orgasm subsided and i unwrapped my legs as he pulled up and slowly withdrew his penis from my now well used butt. “Fuck boy, you are amazing. You let every guy shoot his load in you?” A little embarrassed that i was being called out for being a cum slit, i admitted that i had, but then added he was only the third guy. He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. “You are hiv negative aren’t you?” I replied as honestly as i could. “I think so. I... i don’t know for sure. I have only been fucked a few times by two different guys but they have hiv....” i didn’t finish the obvious thought, that i couldn’t say for sure if i was or wasn’t. I then added, “it’s only been two weeks. It just happened really quick.” He laughed and looked down at me. “Well i feel a little better that i am not the first. And since you were so honest, i will be too. You have a huge load of poz cum inside you right now. So, that’s three guys with hiv that fucked you now.” I just nodded. He reached for his towel and his poppers and looked at me again. “Are you going to hang around for a while?” I nodded. “Good. I’ll come give you another load in a little while. You want that?” And again, i couldn’t deny it, and nodded. “Good boy”, was his goodbye as he opened the door and walked out.

As the two imps tiptoed down the hall they came to a stop at the edge of the bedroom door. Inside max laid snoring in the bed, his prick still lewly protruding from his boxers, rock hard and resting against him. "i made him fuck me last night" Oliver whispered. "god that cock is beautiful" Trey swooned as he gently fingered his hard cock. oliver snuck a digit into his own dripping pussy and sucked the warm cum from it. Max needed to learn to accept the fact that his big cock was meant to fuck. As the two boys approached the bed, trey reached to the nightstand and gently took Max's phone. "whos this?" Trey flashed the screen to Oliver who sneered, "boyfriend." Trey looked quizically at the phone for a moment before a grin appeared on his face. "Maybe maxie needs some motivation?" Trey whispered, as he gently pressed the phone against the slumbering boys thumb and opened the camera. "suck him" Trey hissed, and aiming the camera made sure to snap several lovely shots of max's thick veiny cock at the tip off Olivers grinning lips, as it passed into his silky mouth, and as the boy greedily gulped the throbbing meat all the way into his throat. As Oliver rose from the boys glistening hard prick with a satisfied gasp, Max's eyes fluttered open to greet Ollies warm smile and drool soaked lips. "what the fuck" Max groaned, scooting up the bed and batting the boys small hand from his dripping meat. "what time is it?" Max made no attempt to rationalize the appearance of the two hairless twinks in his room, only to find a cool bottle of OJ to slake his perishing thirst which he ravenously took hold of. "time to fuck" Trey remarked calmly. looking at the boys he paused between gulps. "are you two still high?" the boys just snickered as they watched Max finish the drink and glance about the room. "where are my pants..." he grumbled. "you can have them back after we..ya know...fuck some more" Ollie looked up at Max from the bed as he arched his back. "or we can send these to..." Trey presented the screen to Max. "Danny!" Oliver chimed. "right. besides, are you sure you dont feel like a little fun right now?" Trey watched max ruminated over the situation and the molly laced juice went to work. "look at it max, just as pretty and pink and thirsty as the last time you emptied those big balls in it. come on, nobodys gonna know." Oliver gently winked his hole, reaching back to spread himself as he moved to the edge of the bed. Trey peeled the thick foreskin back from max's dong and slowly stroked. Max shuffled to the boy and as trey guided his thick meaty cockhead to press against Olivers soft wet hole, his lips parted in a sigh. "I know, right max? feel how hot and soft it is? Ollies been taking huge cocks..." Trey began swabbing the heavy prick up and down. "just like this one every day. big bareback pricks..." trey watchedd as max panted and precum oozed from his piss slit. "his bodys made for it now. every warm little inch of that hole only does one thing. it makes big cocks shoot." Trey gently laid the rock hard head to rest at the edge of ollivers perfect poz ring and placed a hand on max's lower back. "push it in now max, you cant fight it. thats just what having a real big cock is about. you gotta fuck." Trey watched max evolve from doting boyfriend to carnal dominant fuck pig, just as he had anticipated. Even his own pretty boy pussy was a sand trap for the most reluctant tops awkwardly fumbling for a condom. Trey always thought it was the lips of his hole that did all the talking, slowly convincing and encouraging a gently push. "once the heads in, theyre all in" trey thought as he watched ollies skilled hole flex and milk max to a low groaning orgasm. as the last few drops of Max's precious essence flowed into olivers poz guts, Trey had an idea. "flip over on your back Ollie" Trey chirped. Ollie looked up at the ceiling panting, his legs draped over Max's muscular thighs as Trey knelt behind him and reached around to gently massage Max's slippery cum soaked balls, quietly rocking against him to coat max's fuzzy boy hole in a warm stream of his own slippery precum. After a few minutes of careful licking, kissing and fondling Trey had in his hands a fully erect cock. Trey had spent years wringing every drop from his tops, and max was no different. Keep them focused on their cocks, and youll keep the cum flowing. Trey smiled as he watched max hungrily dive back into Oliver without a second thought. Trey fisted his own hard five inches and gently pressed himself against Max, his cock gliding between the boys thrusting cheeks and dancing along his warm hole. Like a frog in water Max slowly and obliviously impaled himself onto more and more of treys cock with each thrust. "youre doin great max, keep fucking that hot ass" Trey encouraged as he leaned back to watch a full half of his leaky prick vanish over and over into the man. "oh fuck im gonna cum" Max panted. "Make him cum ollie" Trey gasped, "make him milk me." Trey pulled himself close to Max and slid every inch into him as the sweat soaked top slammed deep into oliver, flooding his guts with more hot raw cum. "so good" Trey moaned softly as Max's hole drank every last drop of poz cream the boy could give.

Bisexuals are a thing. I would say as long as you don’t mind rejection, hit on them and see what happens.

It very much is. I'm considering hosting a party with pup masks and cheap costume mask for anyone who can't bring their own. No names, no faces, just good times.

Oliver stretched and glanced about the room as the dawn light shone through the window. Max was still sound asleep, his semi erect cock just begging for another quick trip inside the boys warm hole. "in a minute" Oliver thought, his thirst for water overcoming his thirst for cock as he hopped out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. "Hungry?" Trey smiled from the kitchen table at he poured a bowl of cereal. "mmh, not really, just thirsty. wheres doug?" Oliver gladly welcomed the glass of ice water from Trey and gulped it down. "still in bed i think, but the best part of hims still in me" The two boys snickered. "Is max up yet?" Dougs warm voice filled the room as he stepped into the kitchen half-dressed. "no, hes still asleep. He doesnt really like to fuck i dont think..." Oliver furrowed his brow. "nonsense Ollie" doug gently guided the boys face to his bobbing cock, and watched as Oliver began to suck away. "max just hasnt had the luxury of such a nice boy pussy. im sure if you give him a few more tries he'll come around." "mmhmm" Oliver slurped around the thick tool, pumping and sucking just as Doug had taught him. "Theres a good boy, drink it all down" Doug gripped Olivers head and pushed his cock into the boys throat. "I should probably get going..." Oliver gasped, tonguing the last of Dougs thick spunk from his fingertips as the older man stepped toward the two boys. "going where?" Trey wondered aloud. "you can hang out here as long as you want. Sometimes doug sends friends over for a quick fuck too." Trey leaned back in the kitchen chair and sighed. "I kind of have a headache, i dunno" Oliver grumbled as he scanned the room for any sign of his clothing. "My goodness I must have forgotten! Arms out boys its time for your medicine." Doug diligently pulled an opaque case from the ktichen cupboard and began mixing away. "I get a little headache sometimes too ollie, but Dougs medicine always does the trick!" Trey smiled assuringly at the boy as he stood next to him. "like this" he coached, extending Olivers thin wrist and producing his arm for doug. "Theres my boys, First things first, vitamins." Doug slowly pushed half the contents of the estrogen laced syringe into Treys firm ass cheek. "there we go. Im a little short on these so we're going to share today ollie" Doug pulled the needle from Trey and before anyone could protest, dumped the rest into Oliver. Keeping the boys skin soft and hairless was certainly a bonus, but the estrogen also helped the boys focus on their holes, making them more docile and reducing their once appreciable manhood to something more appropriate for the two cockthirsty sissies. Big cocks go inside pretty boy pussies, and Doug aimed to keep it that way. Filling the syringe once again Doug watched as Trey finished tying the two off. "Are you full of Max's cum ollie?" the boy nodded eagerly, watching as doug slowly slid the needle into him. "spread" he commanded, and Oliver opened his legs for dougs thick finger to enter him without protest. Sliding in and out a few times, doug pulled his slick finger to his face and licked it clean. "good. Im worried Max isnt getting the kind of sex he needs." Doug pushed the cocktail of drugs into the waiting boy and returned the needle to refill it. "he needs to know just how succulent a boys hole can be, no condoms, just the warm wet hole." Doug slid the needle into Trey and emptied it. "ok boys, one...two...three." Trey watched as Doug released the plastic tubing from each boys arm, reducing them to a cacophany of gasps, grunts, and heavy petting. "there we go. Feels good?" Doug grinned as he watched the boys finger eachother hungrily. "Say, why dont you two make Max a little breakfast in bed? Ive got a little bottle of organic OJ, his favorite. Ive gotta be getting into the office." "max" Oliver huffed. The only big cock left in the house to scratch the newfound itch inside him. "You two boys be good and share" Doug chimed as he walked out the door.

Doug stepped forward and reached down to gently pluck the wilting cock from Olivers pink hole. "nngh" Oliver grunted in protest as doug collected a thick glob of cum from the boys leaking hole and smeared it delicately across the head of his throbbing prick. "There there ollie, dont worry. Nobodys going to keep you empty tonight" Doug pushed the length of his meat forward, skewering the greedy boy as he gripped the teens slender hips and drove deep into his cummy guts. Oliver groaned again, his eyes rolling into his head as he gripped Josephs harness and held him, rocking up and down on Dougs tool. "You have such a thirsty little pussy ollie. how many loads does that nice pink hole have?" Doug pulled the boys hips back and forth, working the cream into his body. "just...just one....oh god i want it. please cum inside me" Oliver pleaded as the slick cum dribbled around dougs cock, becoming a slime that coated his ass. "i will baby i will." Olivers chest heaved as he pushed back against the bloated cock. Getting doug to shoot into him was his only thought as he rolled his hips and began swirling dougs sticky tool in his jizz filled cunt. "here comes number two ollie, nice and deep" Doug grunted as he planted his rod deep into the boy and let his balls pump their warm syrup deep into the boys greedy hole. Oliver gazed widely into josephs eyes as he panted with each shot. "hes doing it. hes cumming in me" Oliver gloated as his guts filled with dougs warm seed. The next few hours were a drug fueled blur for Oliver as he lounged poolside, playing with a sticky mess of his own cum on his chest, and gently fingering the fresh loads in his ass. A mix of handsome men would occasionally lift his legs into the air and slip inside the greedy boy, but none could resist his pussy longer than a few minutes before surrendering their cum. glancing around he smirked contentedly as he could hardly make out a single cock that hadnt dumped at least one load into him. for a moment he wondered how good it would be to fuck his own pussy. Doug was right, after all, he did seem to have a perfect fuck hole now. Stretching his arms and legs he sighed contentedly as he fancied himself the king of cocks tonight. "hows my boy ollie, nice and full?" Oliver smiled up at dougs towering frame and dunked a sticky finger into his ass, returning it to his mouth. "mmhmm" he grinned drearily. "they taste so good" he confessed. "wait..." ollie squinted across the tables to a lone blonde, toned with a swimmers build, he was idly thumbing through his phone. "who is that" Oliver remarked. He hadnt seen the guy fucking at all. come to think of it, he hadnt seen him so much as take his cock out all night. Oliver seemed visibly irate that someone with such an obviously large cock would dare to pass him up. "Oh thats max, hes my son. he doesnt really get into the festivities, but likes to keep tabs on his old man i guess. his boyfriends out of town for the week so hes spending a few days here." Doug watched olivers hungry eyes as they stared on and grinned mischeviously. "say ollie, why dont you bring him a nice bottle of gatorade from the cooler. im sure he'll appreciate it." While doug knew Olivers hole was truly spectacular, he delighted more in empirical evidence of his handiwork. none of his guests could pass up the boys tight cheeks and warm silky hole save one, his own son. Doug was eager to find out if he could not only get his son to cheat, but get him to willingly barefuck Olivers perfect poz cunt. Sitting to enjoy the party, he watched as Oliver delivered the spiked beverage. "thirsy?" Oliver smiled. Max looked up at the jizz covered boy, seed running from the crack of his ass down the inside of his leg, and laughed. "sure!" max smiled. "nobody ever talks to me at these things" max confessed between gulps, "but hey, im max." oliver wiped his sticky hand on his leg and presented it to shake as max let out a chuckle. "im oliver." he chirped, laying next to Max and getting comfortable. "christ kid you look like a fucking donut." Max remarked as oliver smiled. "yeah, except most of the creams on the inside" Oliver turned over and slapped his ass. "youre poz?" Max remarked at the tattoo. "guess so" replied the boy. "how many guys have fucked you?" Max finished the bottle and wiped the sweat from his brow. "you're the only one who hasnt" oliver watched as the boys cock began to swell. "its hot out here" Max fumbled for a towel to cover his growing erection as oliver brushed his hand back. "no dont, please? can I see it?" Max sighed, looking at the eager boy and figured a peek wouldnt be the end of his relationship. "okay, but im dating someone so just a peek. thats all" Max slipped his cock out as oliver felt his hole twitch. He had to have it. the perfect head, the light fuzz at the base. "can i see your balls too?" ollie plyed and was rewarded with Max slipping the speedo off and exposing his two pink pendulous nuts. "youve got a big one" ollie remarked with bated breath. "heh yeah i guess so. no complaints so far." Max reached again for the towel and was rebuked. "is it all the way hard? i mean its pretty big but i bet its bigger than that. stroke it up a little?" ollie smiled, scooting closer to the boy. "sure i guess so." max halfheartedly began working the foreskin up and down his shaft. "here can i try? just for a little bit and ill stop, promise" oliver laid his sticky hand on the boys thigh as max pondered and the drugs eased his protests. "okay, just do it a little though. Ive got a boyfriend." Oliver gripped the throbbing tool and gently pumped. "i bet that feels good. Guys with big cocks never stroke them enough I think." Oliver continued gently pumping max as he sighed and leaned back. "you know what feels really nice? you gotta rub your balls too. that way it gets all that cum ready to go" Ollie openly fondled the boys genitals with both hands, eliciting another contented sigh from his prey. what had been just a little was now a ten minute hand job. "pump pump pump. there we go, i knew it. youve got a REAL big one max" oliver straddled the boy to turn his full attention to the tool as he continued to pump gently. As max closed his eyes Oliver reached around and gently pushed, collecting a fistful of warm jizz from his hole. "Sometimes big cocks get irritated if you jerk them too long so you should lube it when you can." Oliver massaged the cum into max's hard cock and was rewarded with a gentle moan. "thats the way" oliver smiled, working the jizz down tthe shaft and around his balls. "not bad for a little donut, huh max?" the boy reached up to ollies hands and was ignored. "Big cocks are my favorite max, I know all about them." Oliver continued jacking the boy. "the size, the shape, heck i even know when theyre gonna cum. once you start stroking you cant stop. you gotta make that big cock cum otherwise you get sore." max just groaned as the boy slid up to straddle his hips and move the dripping cock behind him. "whats your favorite donut max?" Oliver was now jacking the boy against his crack. "oh god i cant do this ollie youre poz" Max grunted as oliver ignored his protests and continued lewdly fondling his tool. "mines cream filled" ollie remarked. "theyre the best. once people try a cream filled one..." Oliver slipped the head of the boys cock into his hole and rested his hands on max's shoulders. "they dont ever want anything else. isnt that right max?" Oliver grinned as he felt the instinct take over and Max push into him.

Ran into a married guy I sucked for years in a local cruise lot today. He’s retired army, masculine guy. He was getting heavy last time I saw him, now he’s morbidly obese- almost 400 pounds. Still has that handsome face, great smile and short fat Cock, tho. Nice guy. He slid out of his big Ford diesel pick up, we chatted, then I reached under his belly and squeezed his cock thru his sweatpants. He said ‘you want to suck it right here? I don’t care’. A few other cruisers were in there cars. ‘They wanna watch ya suck me’. So I got right down on the pavement and wrapped my lips around his semi hard cock. My forehead was bumping his soft belly as he kept watch. He hardened up fast, and began moaning. A few minutes later he was jizzing down my throat. I kept sucking to get every drop.

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thats fucking hot man. you should write into a story. i'd like to read more about it... btw whats the name of the sex bar, if i may ask