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Part 1 My husband Rob and I have a great life. We have a nice house 30 minutes from the city and own a very successful landscaping business called Tops Landscaping that had a spinning top as our logo. A nice double-entendre. We also maintained a staff of 20, so we rarely did the physical work anymore. We are both 55 years old and had met when were 25. We fell in love, but kept an open relationship cause we both had (and still have) an insatiable sex drive. We also loved to watch each other with other people. We were totally verse back then and going to the baths together was a regular thing. We were young hot and hung, and loved to get our asses loaded. Then we would go home and fuck each other one more time, loving the feel of each other's loose, squishy holes. So it was no suprise when we tested poz right around the same time when we were 28. We both took meds for a while, but didn't like how they made us feel, so we quit them about 10 years ago. So now we try to lead a very healthy lifestyle, mostly. As we got older, and became more immersed in the bdsm scene, we started gravitating to being mostly tops. We loved to find a twink (or two) and take him back to our ever expanding basement dungeon to work him over. We preferred to find poz bottoms, or at least ones who didn't care, but we weren't above using condoms if the twink was worth it. Because we are! We're both tall, I'm 6'2", he's 6'3" and have big, muscular bodies from years in the gym. Now we have a home gym, with everything we need, but we still pay a membership to a predominantly gay gym, mostly just for cruising. There's been many a hot time in the sauna there, not to mention the hot little gym bunnies we would lure into our den of inequities! He shaves his head, because he was going bald anyway, where as I keep a nice, tight buzz cut. We are both heavily tattooed, a passion we have always shared, with two full sleeves each, as well as many other assorted ones, including matching biohazard ones around our bellybuttons, right above our cocks. We both have our nipples pierced and sport fat p.a.'s. We're both moderately hairy, him a little more than me, and we have great cocks. Mine is a thick veined 8 1/2", and his, while not quite as thick, measures 10" with a fat mushroom head. Needless to say, we're fucking hot! So we were always content with our pickups until we met Vinny. Vinny is a hot little 25 year old Italian muscle pup. He is 5'9" with a cute little 4" dick. He's got that classic Italian face with a big nose, full pink lips, and huge brown puppy dog eyes that were almost obscured by his shaggy, slightly curly dark brown hair. His buff body is a creamy pale colour with large pink nipples and a pretty pink asshole to match. While his chest and ass are naturally smooth, he sports sexy, dark bushy pits and hairy legs. The night we met him, over a year ago, we were at our favourite leather bar. Rob noticed him first and pointed him out to me. My dick instantly grew in my pants. He was standing across the room, shirtless, showing off his built up arms and torso that narrowed to a slim waist, then dissapeared into tight Levi's that showed off his sweet, bubble but. I immediately had to have the kid. The problem was, someone else was trying to claim him. A guy I knew, that while he was good looking, couldn't match my husband and me. But he was trying his best to snag the kid. He was standing real close to him, touching his chest, rubbing his ass, but I could tell the kid wasn't really responding to him. I just watched for a while until the kid finally broke away and headed to the bathroom. I made my move, following him like a tiger stalking his prey. As luck would have it, I stood right behind him in the short line. He smelled as good as he looked. Not cologne, just a clean, soapy, sexy smell. I admired his muscled back and shoulders and round ass as I stood behind him, and as luck would have it, two spots opened up at the trough style urinal. He picked the spot at the end by the wall, and I squeezed in next to him. I liked how he unzipped his jeans and pulled down a classic white jockstrap, exposing his cute little dick poking out of his dark, bushy pubes. I made sure to make a big deal out of fishing out my cock, exposing my metal cock ring, and I could see him glance at it a couple of times. A good sign. I was never one for subtlety, so I just leaned down and whispered in his ear, "My husband and I think you're really hot. Why don't you come over and talk to us? We're in the corner under the Budweiser sign." The kid looked up at me, taking in my hard, tattooed body and tight leather harness and smiled. "I might just do that." He zipped up and walked out of the bathroom. I headed back to the corner where my husband had fresh drinks, but I didn't see the kid anywhere. I didn't know if I had scared him off, or he just wasn't interested. I got my answer about 15 minutes later when I saw him walking our direction. Luckily, our beers were empty, so after introductions, Rob went off to get more drinks, returning soon with 9 shots of whiskey and three beers on a tray. He set it on the table. We all picked up a shot and I toasted, "Here's to new possibilities." Vinny just smiled at us with his killer smile and downed the shot, chasing it with a beer. After several more shots and a couple of beers, none of us were feeling any pain, especially Vinny. Rob had a fresh bottle of poppers and was giving the kid hits as we took turns rubbing his crotch and pinching his nipples, which responded by getting rock hard, eliciting soft moans from the kid. Eventually we had his pants open and we took turns sliding our hands down his smooth, hard ass, fingering his tight little hole. We had him backed into the corner, our bodies blocking anyone else from trying to claim our prize. We learned a lot about Vinny. He had recently moved here from Pennsylvania. He was from a large Italian catholic family where was the 4th of 7 kids, the consummate middle child. He was staying with friends on their couch until he could get his own place, and worked as a barista. He wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box, but what he lacked in smarts, he more than made up for in charm. I really don't think he knew just how hot he was as he blushed at our compliments. So cute. The best, and most important things we learned was 1.) He really liked older guys, and 2.) He was really interested in bdsm. He had some experience and his eyes lit up when we described our dungeon at home. He was a very eager little pup, and soon we found ourselves in a cab on the way home. Vinny proved himself to be a very talented little bottom that night as Rob and I took turns fucking his sweet little ass for hours. Between the weed and the poppers, he couldn't get enough of our big dicks, or some of our various bondage devices. We went through a lot of condoms that night, but Vinny swallowed all six of our loads that we gave him, the final two after we had covered him in our piss and choked him with our cocks. We ended the night with him snuggled between us in our bed, reeking of the piss we had marked him with. He didn't have to work until Monday, so he ended up spending the entire weekend with us. Something we very rarely did with a trick. Usually it was use them hard, give them some cab fare, and kick their ass out. But there was some obvious chemistry between the three of us, and as we drove him home so we could pick up the car we had left Friday night, we had already made plans to spend next weekend together. The next weekend, we introduced Vinny to T, something Rob and I enjoyed occasionally. He instantly loved it as it made him even more of an insatiable bottom. We had a lot of fun that night using all kinds of toys on his sweet little hole. He didn't like how his already little dick shriveled up though, but I explained his dick didn't matter, only his holes did, and he seemed to like that. Thank god it didn't have the same effect on Rob and me. And besides, we showed Vinny the pleasure of making his soft cock cum as I sucked it while Rob plowed his hole. I didn't swallow it, instead I made Vinny open his mouth so I could spit it all into into it. He loved that. After the 4th weekend in a row with Vinny at our place, Rob and I talked about asking him to become our boy and move in with us. When we asked Vinny and told him the terms, he very excitedly agreed. The terms were very simple. 1.) He would go on prep, as Rob and I refused to use condoms with him forever. 2.) He would submit to us sexually in anyway we desired. Anytime, anywhere. 3.) He would take care of the household duties. 4.) He would work out a minimum of an hour and a half a day. In return, we would take care of him and pay for his medical expenses as well as put $100 a week into an account for him as a cushion. He was very excited when we took him to the doctor the next day for his prescription, as I explained that he could not move in and officially be our boy until he could take our raw loads in his pussy. Luckily, we had a very good friend who was our doctor and he came into his private practice on a Saturday as a favour to us. In no time at all we had his prescription, and Vinny was on his back, feet locked in stirrups, taking our doctors cock deep in his muscle pup hole. By Monday afternoon, he had taken his first dose, and two weeks later we had his duffel bag containing everything he owned in our trunk as we all excitedly went home to our new life together. My dick was rock hard in my pants as we placed Vinny's new collar around his neck. It was a simple chain with a padlock and a bone shaped dog tag that said, "Property of Ryan and Rob." That night we slammed Vinny for the first time. My hands shook as I tied off his bulging bicep and swabbed the prominent vein. He looked at me with those big, trusting, brown, puppy dog eyes as I inserted the needle and pushed the plunger. I'll never forget the look on his face when I released the band and the rush flew through his body. His eyes grew huge and they rolled back in his head as he coughed a few times followed by some short, quick breaths. After 7 hours of nonstop fucking, Vinny ended the night with six loads in his little pup hole. I let Rob deposit the first one, since he had been the first to spot the kid. We eventually wound up in our bed, reeking of sweat and sex and piss. We couldn't sleep, so we just continued to enjoy Vinny's hard little body as the fat plug in his ass insured he would absorb our DNA deep inside him for the very first time. We continued to celebrate the next day as we took Vinny to get his first tattoos, a series of puppy paws that went over his left pec and his heart. We left with a plug in Vinny holding in three loads. Mine, Rob's, and the tattoo artist's. The boy was ours. Life together fell in place very quickly. Monday through Friday we would come home from work to a clean house, a hot meal, and a sexy boy in nothing but a jockstrap, a cock cage, and his collar. He was only allowed one jock a week, and was never allowed to remove it, not even to piss. He would have to sit on the toilet and piss through the jock, soaking it every time. It would ensure a nice raunchy jock to be used at the end of the week. If he had to leave the house, he was only allowed to wear a pair of shorts, a tank top, and flip-flops, his collar on full display. If it was cold, he was allowed skin tight jeans, sneakers with no socks and a hoodie. Luckily it didn't get very cold where we live. During the week, our evenings would be spent relaxing in front of the TV after we worked out. Vinny would massage our dirty, sweaty feet with his mouth and hands. He would clean our sweaty armpits with his tongue and do the same to our swampy asscracks and musty assholes. Sometimes we would have him suck our cocks, sometimes we would fuck him, but he always wound up with at least two loads from each of us in one of his pretty pink puppy holes. At night, he was almost always snuggled between us in our bed. That is, if he wasn't in his cage. The weekends were another story. That was when we took full use of our dungeon. From Friday night to Monday morning Vinny was subjected to all kinds of tortures and punishments. Not that he really needed to be punished, he was a very good pup, but it pleased Rob and me to inflict pain on the kid, and Vinny understood that. In fact, he loved it, he couldn't get enough of it. Usually we would remove his cock cage, and he would cum without even touching his dick as we abused his hot, young body. We would whore out his holes, allowing our friends to come over and deposit a load or two or three in him. Frequently, we would take him to the baths, enjoying the sight of him taking a strangers cock deep in his pussy, dumping an anonymous load into our hot boy. And he loved it, the little pig. There were few things hotter than taking Vinny home after a long night of breeding. His stretched out hole would feel so good with all those anonymous loads deep in there. Rob and I would always deposit at least one more each, then punish the boy for being such a dirty little cumdump whore. We all couldn't have been happier. When Vinny had been with us for 11 months, he laid between us one night, fresh cum dripping out of his pussy. "Daddy Ryan, Daddy Rob," he began. "Yes pup?" I asked, touseling his thick, dark hair. "In one month, we'll have been together a year, and I've been thinking hard about something." "What's that pup?" Asked Rob. "Well, I love you both so much." He continued as he gave Rob a kiss, then me. "And I've decided, I want you to make me your son. I want you to infect me so that you will always be a part of me, and I'll truly be yours forever." I took his chin into my hands and looked deep into his puppy dog eyes. "Are you sure? Is that what you really, really want?" "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him deeply. He moaned as Rob slid his hard cock back into his little muscle pup hole.

Found him on bumble and been trying to see how far i can push him. Made the devout Christian cum over his cross and eat his own cum

Of course Mike and his girlfriend Sally would join their lgbt friends for the pride parade. They'd just moved to new York from a small town in Kansas and while there were plenty of Trump types around they had always been liberal and got out of dodge as soon as they graduated. They crammed into an illegal loft with an ever changing motley crew of new arrivals. It was exciting even if it meant they never had any real privacy. Whatever, they would get better jobs soon enough and for now it was great to be young. Basically nobody in their circle was completely straight and when pride weekend rolled around, Mike and Sally were excited to support their friends and have a good time besides. Friday night everyone headed to... Another illegal loft. But it had a DJ, a crush of people, and someone passed them a pill... Mike came to. He was naked, on his hands and knees. A hard dick was in his mouth. Another was fucking him in the ass. He pulled back but the guy in his mouth thrust deeper. "You got this Mike. Keep sucking." Mike found himself doing as he was told. He also realized he was rock hard despite the thick penis fucking his ass. The man behind him began to ejaculate. He reached back and realized that this stranger wasn't wearing a condom. What the hell happened?

I had just arrived at the bathhouse. I was searching for my room. I could feel a presence rush up behind me. All of a sudden he was beside me. He took my arm and pulled me to a stop. His sweet young face beamed into mine; "Are you a top? I need you to fuck me!" I was so turned on but had to respond; "Damn, I was hoping you'd ask the opposite; 'Are you a bottom? I need to fuck you! I'm more bottom than vers. " This towel clad young man appeared to be 26 at the oldest. I'm 76 and this was my first bathhouse visit in almost 30 years. It had been two years since my lover of 28 years had died. I have always maintained a healthy sexual appetite which my partner had shared, in fact he died of a massive heart attack while fucking me. We were a monogamous couple. Don't get me wrong, I'm no saint. I had strayed from time to time while away on business or visiting family. But nothing more than the odd blow job. On the very rare occasion it went further it was always safe sex with a condom. Two years of solitary living had me profoundly horny. When I told a good friend about this over lunch one day he suggested a bathhouse visit. When I asked if there would be many older guys for me to play with he surprised me. No there would not be that many older guys but some younger guys would be all over me. He never had trouble getting laid by young lads with a daddy or even grandpa fetish. I was surprised, skeptical and desperate. I decided to give it a try. That such a handsome young man was hitting on me within a few minutes of arrival had me totally unnerved. I continued; "Sorry son. I hope you have a fun night. " "No problem Gramps! I'll find you before you leave and you can pump your load into me. I need your DNA." And he bounced off down the hall. If I had been unnerved before I was in a bit of shock now. Let me give you a little more background to understand. During the 1970's and early 80's, up until I met my husband, I had been a notoriously promiscuous bottom. More men had cum up my ass than the population of a small city. Until the end of that time noone even thought about condoms. Oh, I had the full assortment of STDS but miraculously didn't fall ill with HIV/AIDS. Even as we were awakening to the horror of AIDS and watching dozens of our friends fall sick and dye I was slow to adopt condom use. I wasn't even tested until it was clear my former partner and I were going to move into a long term commitment. I had never gotten the fuck flu but I was HIV positive. I had only fucked him twice before my diagnosis but two weeks after I knew I was poz he fell ill. I was the only man to have fucked him since his last negative test. There was no question, I had infected him. Despite his assurances that he didn't hold me responsible I remained wracked with guilt for decades. I suppose it was this guilt and parenting my niece and nephew that kept us so close to monogamy for so many years. My brother and his wife were killed in a head on collision with a drunk driver. Their twins, babes in arms, became our wards. Raising them was one of the delights of our lives together. Now here I was widowed and being hit on by a young man a little younger than the children I had raised. And; he clearly wanted me to breed him! I found my room, stripped, locked up my valuables, wrapped a towel around my midriff, took a viagra and found a room with a bank of T.V. screens showing porn. As I marveled at the variety of porn and enjoyed the parade of men passing through my young pursuer arrived and snuggled in beside me. Without a word he reached under my towel grabbing my semi-arroused dick. It responded immediately to his warm hand hardening to it's fat eight inch pogo stick glory. My young man was soon on his knees pulling open my towel and engulfing my erection to the base. It felt heavenly and I was flooded by pleasant memories of the many blow jobs I had given years before. His oral technique was superb and very soon my balls were letting me know I was getting dangerously close. I pulled his head off and told him as much as I loved what he was doing I wasn't ready to give up my load so soon. He just smiled an impish grin, informed me he had already collected his first load so was prelubed for me to fuck him. I laughed and said maybe later. Again he happily skipped off. It was a very nostalgic night for me as I wandered the halls and play areas. All the sounds of sexual abandon kept my cock fully hard. I was deeply surprised that I didn't see a condom in the place. And from the talk as I watched guys fuck it was clear they were playing unabashedly bareback. Bottoms were begging to be bred. Tops calling out; "Breeding you now man." I had heard a little about this trend in my limited social circles but had not really believed what I was hearing. Now I was seeing it with my own eyes and my heart raced with fear and excitement. I finally settled in below the slurp ramp and sampled a variety of hard cocks on offer through the many holes. Like in my early days most would pull away after a few minutes but three stayed long enough to fill my mouth with their sweet nectar. It felt so good to be swallowing down my favorite protein from strangers after so many years absence. After the last oral load I returned to my room for a bit of a rest. After a restless short nap; it's hard to really sleep with the relentless techno beat, I decided to open my door and watch men passing. I was very pleased the viagra was still working and enjoyed stroking and showing it to passers by. I realized I was sending the wrong message as a few guys stopped, some entering my room and made it clear they wanted me to fuck them. A fit fifty year old was the last of them. When I apologized confessing I was more bottom than vers he said; "Great. I would love to fuck you old man." I suggested he close the door and he had my cock in his mouth within seconds. Again I was receiving a very talented blowjob and again I was quickly getting close. When I asked him to stop he pulled off my cock and was eating and tongue fucking my ass. I could hardly believe my good fortune. After about ten minutes he stood and lined his seven inch member up with my ass ring. As he pressed his naked head on my ass I reached for a condom and offered it to him. "I'm HIV positive, you'll need this buddy." "I don't use those" he responded ", besides I'm on PrEP and you're probably medicated. " "You're right I am, but I haven't done it without a condom for years. You'll need to wear one if you want to fill this old hairy ass." "Nope, not for me old man. No hard feelings, but I'll just move on." As he slipped out my door in popped the young man from my arrival. "Hi Grampy. You don't mind me calling you that do you?" "Not at all." "So glad to see you got fucked. Are you ready to breed me your poz cum now?" I explained to him what had happened. I was surprised as he didn't bolt but brought me up to date on PrEP and u=u. Here I was at 76 years of age sitting through a course on gay sex in the new millennium. Gay bb sex 101. He was so patient, kind and sweet. I must admit my paternal heart was melting the longer he talked. Finally he proclaimed. "I've got five loads up my ass so why don't I top you. I'd love to raw pop your 'like a virgin for the very first time' ass. Let me remind you what skin on skin feels like. You need to remember how great it is to receive a man's hot load up your ass." "Thanks for the offer, that's very sweet. But, didn't you say you're unmedicated? You're toxic poz?" "Yah Gramps. Your meds protect you. Let's do this, less talk more fuck." "I don't know. It feels pretty frightening to me." "Fuckin A Gramps. The fear just ups the excitement. I know you want this" as he pointed his poz hard on at me. I totally surprised myself by rolling onto my back and lifting my legs. The young man spit on my ass and his cock. He was very gentle and attentive working himself into me balls deep. I could barely believe what was happening. Here I was 30 years since my last bare cock with a 26 year olds raw toxic fuck tool up my vulnerable ass. The terror and excitement were almost too much for me.

Current score is 9 fresh victims

Part 1 I knew that my boyfriend was a whore when I met him. We met at a sex party after all. When I started chatting with him, he already had 8 loads in his hole and I was on my way to be number 9. But there was something about him that I found really appealing, and not just his big furry ass. I ended up at the sex party, slightly drunk, after a piggy young guy named Greg from BBRT that I had hooked up with a few times hit me up and invited me to the party. He was only 21 but already an experienced cumdump and pig. He said there were lots of barebackers there, and I was horny as fuck. Greg told me there were more bottoms than tops (surprise) and he knew I could come a bunch of times before I got tired. The bar wasn't happening that night so I figured I would go to the deserted industrial area. What could possibly go wrong?. The cab dropped me off outside, where there was just a door and a bare bulb. I was drunk enough that I decided “fuck it.” But if the party turned out to be a bust, there was no way a cab was going to come out here later. But I figured that it was worth the risk. I paid the driver, got out and rang the bell. A slot opened in the door. “Yeah? What the fuck you want?” “I’m here for the party. Greg invited me.” I could tell he was checking me out. “What’s the password?” I laughed and said “fellatio.” Someone had a sense of humor using an old fashioned, clinical term as a password The voice behind the slot laughed and said “OK. come on in.” The door opened and a short, compact, hairy, muscled man in a jockstrap stood there beckoning me inside. I followed him into the building. He had a big furry ass, perfectly framed by his jockstrap and I was mesmerized. He walked down a hallway into the building where I could hear music pounding but couldn’t see much. The hallway was only dimly lit and we quickly came to a room with a door on the right. He unlocked the door with a fob on his wrist and said “I’m Derek. I run this party. OK, strip. No clothes allowed inside except underwear and gear. All your stuff will be locked in this room. Only a couple of us have the key, so don’t worry about your stuff. Someone will be on duty here so you can leave whenever you want. Party goes all weekend. It’s twenty bucks.” I handed him a twenty and started to take my clothes off. I pulled my tank over my head and he reached over and petted the thick hair on my pecs. “Nice fur, pig,” he said. “Thanks.” I smiled and took off my shoes and jeans. I was glad I was wearing my favorite dark green Nasty Pig jockstrap. “Might wanna keep your shoes on, unless you’re into piss. There’s a wet area so if that’s your thing, leave them off.” He smiled big, and I finally got a good look at him. Derek was sexy and muscular with a dark buzz cut, a trim beard, a little bit of a belly covered in dark swirls of hair, and tree trunk legs and a hairy chest with large protruding nipples that looked like they loved to be worked over hard. He was hot as fuck. I smiled at him and said “I’ll take my chances.” I put the clothes and shoes into the plastic bag he handed to me. He placed them in the locked room and closed the door. It latched with a satisfying thud. He pointed down the hallway where I could see flashing lights where the music was coming from. I started to walk away and Derek said “hey…..forgot to give you this.” I walked back over to him and he handed me a little bottle of lube and at the same time grabbed me behind the head and pulled me to his face, where I could feel his scratchy beard rub against my face and taste his tongue. His mouth tasted like cum and tina. He’d clearly been sucking cock already tonight. We broke our kiss and he nonchalantly said “wanna bump?” So that was how this party was going to roll. I said “sure,” and he pulled two bumpers out of the waistband of his jockstrap. A blue one and a red one. He held them up and said “T or K?” Even better! I decided that I better have a little up. I tapped the red one and clarified that it was the T. He smiled big and said “you ready? This is some good shit. Come back and find me if you need more.” He set the bumper up for me and handed it to me, I sniffed and could feel the burn. It was a big bump. He raised his eyebrows and said “more?” I smiled and nodded quickly, and he set up another bump for me, which I greedily sucked into my other nostril. I shook my head and could feel the burn in my nose. He grabbed my head again and gave me a big sloppy kiss. “I’ll come and find you later. We need to fuck.” Then he reached down and grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to me, in the process slapping my big furry butt. “You’re gonna need this, faggot.” Then he slapped me on the ass and sent me on my way toward the music and the smells of pig sex. I walked down the hallway toward the sounds and smells and it opened up into another large room. Clearly the building had been a warehouse or something before it was a den of rutting pigs. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I could see that there was a bar on one side where people were congregating, all naked or in some kind of gear, including some really hot sports gear. On the other side of the room there were sofas, chairs and benches with men in various positions, sucking cock, fucking, and just lounging around, watching the festivities while idly playing with their cocks. There must’ve been 40 men in this room. No wonder the bar was dead tonight. All the pigs are here. The entire vibe was intense, hot and fun. I could hear men by the bar laughing and telling jokes with the bartender, who was a very tall, thin, bearded man with a smattering of hair on his chest, wearing a sexy, low cut wrestling singlet. He saw me looking at him and smiled big, nodding, mouthing the words “hot little fucker.” I’m only 5’7” tall but I have a pretty muscular chest and only a little bit of a belly. Not bad for 40. But the boys hit me up for my cock. It’s long and fat and uncut and loves to plow a big greedy cumdump. I smiled at the bartender, mouthing “you too, pig,” and went in search of my fuck buddy, Greg. He was a filthy little whore who loved nothing more than taking cock after cock up his ass, with no one allowed to pull out until they bred him as deep as possible. I found him. His short, thin, smooth frame was bent over one of the sofas, with his big greedy ass in the air, being pounded by a hot muscle bear covered in thick salt and pepper hair with a very large cock. The guy’s cock was so thick, every time he pulled all the way out I could see Greg’s hole stay open, until he slammed it back in. I could hear Greg’s voice begging the hot bear to fuck him harder while I stood nearby and watched the hot scene. “Come on fucker, you know I need your load in my rape hole. Give me that cum.” The bear laughed and said “you’re gonna get my load, faggot, eventually. But I’m gonna take a break.” He pulled out his enormously fat cock, and Greg started to moan, “fuck, man! Please shove it back up my pussy!” The bear just laughed, tucked his cock back into his jock and wandered over to the bar. Greg was still bent over the arm of the sofa, with a little bit of cum dripping down his leg. I walked over to the sofa and slapped his big butt cheek, and he turned to see who was assaulting his ass. He smiled and started to get up. I pushed him back down and ran my finger up his leg to catch the drip of cum on his leg. I scooped it onto my finger and shoved it in his mouth, which made Greg moan. “Fucking whore. How many loads you got in that cunt of yours?” Greg laughed and said “I’ve been here for about four hours, so I’m guessing at least 7 or 8, but who knows? All I know is I want to get high and get more loads.” I laughed with him and said “do they care if we get high here?” Greg shook his head no. “They don’t care about much, as long as you’re not an asshole. He pulled a pipe and T from a little padded bag on the sofa and proceeded to load it up and take a huge hit. He waved me over and we traded the smoke back and forth for a few minutes. I was really glad I’d taken a Cialis before I left home tonight. Looking around the room there were a bunch of asses I wanted to shove my cock in. Greg and I shared his pipe, shotgunning a couple of hits of the smoke back and forth until another guy walked over, who Greg seemed to know. He was a little older than Greg but definitely younger than me, maybe in his late 20s. I always love it when they’re shorter than I am, and this boy fit the bill. He was at least 3” shorter than my 5’7”, had a hairy chest and beard and a shaved head. Very sexy. He walked up and asked “Who’s your friend, Greg?” “This is Mike. Mike, Adam, Adam, Mike.” Instead of shaking his hand, I reached over and pulled his face to mine, and gave him a shotgun that Greg had given to me. His eyes got big and we had a good time exchanging the smoke back and forth and making out until the smoke was gone. Greg handed the pipe to Adam and we started again, until we were all three well spun. Greg decided to wander off and find a sling to lie in, while Adam and I made ourselves more comfortable on the sofa. He was a sexy little thing and my cock was hard as a rock. I reached around to touch his hole and it was clear that it had been already used tonight. Just my kind of little whore. We made out for a while and he slid down onto the floor on his knees, looking up at me with his sexy brown eyes and a puppy dog look on his face. He whispered “can I suck your cock, Daddy? Please?” So that’s how it was going to be. Getting to my age meant that young guys had begun to call me Daddy a lot, and who was I to say no? I reached down and took his sexy face in my hands and kissed him. Then I spat in his face, which made him flinch. “Are you a dirty little faggot, son? Is that what you’re telling me?” “Yes, Daddy,” Adam said. Then he looked up at me again and said “I’m a whore, daddy. I need to get my holes used. Will you breed me, please, Sir?” I spat in his face again, this time he reached out with his tongue and tried to lick my spit off his face. I reached up and wiped it and then shove my fingers in his mouth. “Get down there and suck my cock, you dirty little fag. Then, maybe I’ll breed your cunt.” Adam reached up to move my jockstrap aside with his hand and I swatted it away. “With your teeth, boy. Only your teeth.” Adam smiled real big and enthusiastically said “Yes, Daddy!” He put his hands behind his back like a good little cumdump and reached up to pull my jock down with his teeth. The boy had clearly done this before. He quickly had my jock pulled down under my nuts and waited for permission to suck my cock. I could tell he was salivating at the sight of my long, fat, uncut dick. Boys had done some pretty filthy things in order to have my amazing cock buried in their cunts. I spat in his face again, and nodded, saying “suck it all the way down, faggot. Gag yourself with it. This cock is your god until I say you’re done. Understand, boy?” He nodded and greedily impaled his mouth and throat on my cock until all 10” of it was buried inside his head. I reached up and held his mouth down on my dick until he started to gag. Then I released him and said “you’re gonna have to do better than that, faggot.” Then I spat in his face again, and shoved my cock back down his throat. The boy’s gag reflex seemed to be under control as I fucked his skull, varying the speed and completely controlling his head. The little bitch only moved when I wanted him to move. When I let his head up, I could tell he was enjoying my extra long foreskin that never fully retracts. Even when I’m rock hard, most of the head of my cock is covered by skin. I fucking love how it feels and dirty little whores like Adam love it too. Especially when they find something extra special under the hood of my cock. Precum tends to get caught under there for a really nice pig snack when some little whore is sucking my cock. Adam was an enthusiastic little cocksucker, and I loved watching his puppy dog eyes look up at me with intense need while I controlled his throat and how much of my fat cock was shoved in his face hole. But what I really wanted to breed his sexy pussy. I reached down and pulled his head off my cock. As soon as I did, I could hear him take in a huge breath, knowing that he had no control over when he was going to get the next one. “Breathe, pig,” I said. "We have lots of time, and besides, I wanna get us both more spun and then use your hole. Adam smiled real big and said “Whatever you want, Daddy. My cunt is hungry.” I knew we were in for a fun night.

When I headed to the park restroom today I was under no illusions. The restroom would be dirty and the men would be too! But the sun was out the men in the park had their tops off and I was needing it. I went down the path through the trees until I found the restroom - this secluded one is the place to be. I walked in and there was a podgy old man pretending to pee. I went to the urinal and got my cock out and sniffed some poppers. I brushed my hand over his cock and he said "yes boi suck it". I heard footsteps and looked back. A topless beefy bear walked in and said "don't let me stop ya". So I bent over this time and got back to sucking. The old lad shoved the poppers back under my nose. I heard the bear unzip and stroke and I loved he was getting off on me sucking. I felt a finger with lube slide into my hole. I kept sucking and then i felt the bears cock push against my hole. I relaxed and his cock slid in me. The bear sighed saying " just like that, raw in another hole, trucking lets me poz my way round the country". The poppers appeared under my nose again. "He didn't even ask what bugs I got". At this I stopped sucking and asked "bugs". The bear started to increase the pace and replied "yep with an s, more than one kind right now". I squeezed by hole and bit and he said "yeh, milk the venom". I sniffed once more and said "give me everything you got". And he did grunting whilst he fired a hot volley up my hole. He laughed and said "burns a bit today but felt good". The bear produced a pen and said "go write your name on the cubical wall". So I did and he wrote underneath "was pozzed here on this day". If you want more venom from more men write your number underneath. So I did and now my phone rings with poz lads most weekends.

Naughty boy couldn't keep my cum in him. Easter toy for me to enjoy.

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

For the past few days, this dude was messaging me nonstop on grindr. He wasn't too bad looking, he just wasn't my type: he was 39, yet, skinnier than me and had tattoos all down his body. His face was pretty nice tho, with a hot beard. I considered hooking up with him only based on his pics and how he chatted, until I saw his status, HIV positive. "The fuck!" I yelled, already typing out to him a slew of insults. This dump was trying to infect me or something. He responded back really calmly, saying he thought I'd be into it, and still sending more pics of his huge uncut meat. I told him he was a disgusting pig for trying me, and was typing out more when my finger accidentally tapped the send location button. I saw as it loaded and had been seen, him sending back a winky face. I dropped my phone, feeling more afraid than ever in my life. I couldn't take it back. Right then, I stood up from my bed and ran over to my front door and all the windows in my first floor apartment, locking them tight, making sure it I was completely safe. When I picked my phone back up five minutes later, I saw that he sent a voice chat. I pressed play, and heard a rough voice say, "I know how little twinks like you work, you want me to rape this seed into you. I gotchu, don't worry buddy, I'll see you soon, gotta make sure it's extra toxic for you." I bit my lip looking down at my phone, after a while just curling up next to my bed. I had no idea what to do and what his message meant. He's not gonna rape me right? I had no idea what this psycho had in mind, but I skipped my nightly run just to be safe. For the next few days, I was so careful, locking my door and being with friends where I went so this man could never catch me alone, but it became tiresome after a while. By Friday, I was so over it and sure this man was bluffing, so I decided to open grindr back up. The first notif was from a fine dark-skinned man asking if I was down for a gangbang party. He sent pics of every dude that would be there and I felt myself getting hard at just the thought of those buff dudes running a train on me. I tried to act coy when I knew dam well I was down for it. But the question was, "is everyone neg??". He responded, "yea ofc, just c'mon over for some fun. All bareback and safe." Then he sent the address. I drove over pretty quickly after prepping myself, making sure I was clean enough for a fist to go up my body. When I arrived, the place looked pretty dingy from the front, but 'the worst looking places give the best dick' I said to myself. That was all the reassurance I needed. I strolled up to the front door, immediately greeted by that sexy black guy. "Hey, it's so good you came over. Most of the guys didn't even get here yet, but I've got the sling set up if you're ready slut," he said with a smile. He wasn't wearing a shirt and had on some low hanging sweatpants that made his long bulge look delicious. But just above the sweatpants, I could see a triangle tattoo that was cut off, but reminded me of that HIV dude that creeped me out. Those thoughts left my head as I was being strapped into the sling and blindfolded, hand and legs bound because he said, "Yea, a lot of the guys are into the bottom being totally restrained, but don't worry, I can always let you out if you're uncomfortable." Soon, I could hear all the men laughing in the other room, making my hole twitch. This was it, I was gonna be gangbanged! When they came in, a hideous stench came in too, making my eyes water behind the blindfold. "It stinks," I said with a laugh, but not actually joking. Then men didn't respond, but I could hear belt buckles unclasping and dropping to the ground so I could imagine they were preoccupied looking at me. Then I felt hot breath over my face, and it smelled rancid. I felt someone pulling the blindfold off, and when I opened my eyes, I was looking up at the HIV pos dude. His smile said it all, that I had no escape. But before I could yell or protest, I felt someone stuff themselves up my ass in one push. "FUCK" It was the black dude, ramming his ten inches into my almost-vrigin ass. "Yea, you're FUCKED is right!" The sick dude said above me, grabbing my chin and holding it so we were making eye contact, "Guess what? Every guy here is ready to infect you with some toxic seed and you have no say in what happens, you're just a SPUNK HOLE FOR US!" The room laughed at me as I cried with the black dick still pounding into me. "Please take it out. Please someone help me," I begged to the men around me. Not one even looked at me. The black dude kept it up for over ten minutes, making my insides feel battered and twisted, finally saying, "You ready to get pozzed bitch! This is what sissys like you were made for, to be used and infected by real men like us. I'm gonna shoot!" I weakly said, "Please don't..." but it was too late. I could feel his cum shooting up deep in me, soiling me. He waited in me till his dick softened, plugging the cum up my ass, while the other men around egged him on and asked if t was their turn to "use the bitch". I felt so dirty. As he pulled out, he bent down and kissed me, whispering, "You were a real nice fuck, welcome to the club." I closed my eyes, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. This was all so screwed. Then I felt something cold up against my nose and ass. I was so confused until someone said, "inhale fag," pushing the poppers closer into my nose. I took two deep breaths, wanting to just open up and get this over with. Then I rembered the cold feeling still poking my ass. "What's that," I said, bending to look over. Then I saw the original poz dude at the opening of my hole, smiling as one of his hands held it open and the other held the tip of a fork to it. "What- What are you gonna DO," I felt it as soon as he went in, raking into my hole with the sharp prongs, laughing crazily. He picked up some of the blood that dripped out and rubbed it across my face, saying, "You like this sissy? This is what you get for insulting men! You're perfect little body being ruined, you're nothing but a dirty slut, I'm just making sure you look like one too. Oh yea, and making sure you're cut up for my poz babies to infect you better." I cried out as he ran the fork backwards over the cuts he had already made, "PLEASE, please stop." He pulled it out, and stood up revealing 11 inches of methed up, latino, poz dick. Then I noticed there was something else, it looked moldy. "What the fuck's wrong with it?" I asked, him laughing and pulling down his foreskin, white cheese looking stuff falling out. "What the fuck," I said, never having hooked up with an uncut guy before. Then I connected it, that was the foul smell in the room. It stank like a hobos ass. "You like what you see?" he said smiling at me and wiping a big piece up and bringing it toward me. Before I could back away, hands grabbed me, holding my jaw wide open. I made incomprehensible moans trying to plead, but the man just dropped the chunk of cheese on to my tongue, feeling as if he burned a hole in it. I almost threw up there. "Swallow bitch! If you wanted to be our toilet bitch, then you're gonna fuckin lap up my cock cheese like it's fuckin ice cream. NOW EAT!" I swallowed it down with difficulty from the men holding my jaw, but I had no choice. It burned going down my throat and I knew the smell would never leave my mouth. "Good bitch, now I'll put the rest up your hole. Maybe you'll catch more than just aids!" I felt him ram up inside me, the worst pain of my life ensuing. His dick burned going up as I felt the cuts opening and wrapping him. My hole burned and felt like it was gonna rip in half. When he was fully inside, the dick was poking outta my stomach, and the men took turns tapping it and laughing at the state I was in. I couldn't believe what was happoening to me. "Now you won't ever turn down a good dicking, right bitch?" he said, pressing into a spot that made everything hurt more and feel so good. "Yes, sir!" I said, not even knowing I was saying it. "Look [banned word]! We've totally fried this bitch's brain! Take my poz dick you sissy cumdump!" He continued to ram into me, at one point turning me over for a new position. They may have even let me out and started fucking me on the ground with no restraints, but it didn't change what had happened. I was a bug-chaser now. "I'm gonna shoot these babies so deep into your loose pussy! YOU READY TO BE OUR AIDS BITCH?!" The next day I went and bought the morning after pill for HIV, but every step I took, I felt the rips in me open back up. The next week, I got tested and found out that I had a UTI on top of the HIV coursing through my system. Two weeks after that, I went to the next gangbang party they hosted.

Got him

11 bred

Hail the Lust! Life is back. After a great night at a local bar and the bthhouse getting fucked and fisted. Had a radom hookup two days later and then Easter Sunday started with my legs in the air geting bred and ended with a 23 year old pup fucking and fisting my slack ass like it's made for. Hopefully, this week will be just as sexually active. My body hungers for it.

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.

I had it all... white sluts, cute Latinos, smooth Asians. But only one black guy. Shame on me. It was at Leather pride Antwerpen. He had my size...170cm. That is what I look for. Race, colour.... not important for me. small and Fullrubber- Outfit. I get in heat like a dog in the street😇

I have come to embrace the term “daddy”. Some objections may come from the assumption that the younger guy has daddy issues. One way or another....Who doesn’t? Another objection may come from the younger party objectifying age. Well, don’t we objectify other stuff, like race (BBC anyone?) or muscles? As a Dom, it fits right into the dynamic I am interested in, specifically that the partner I like to breed is a boy (ideally with a nice bubble butt) and I am daddy. From posts and profiles in several apps, I know for a fact there is a TRUCKLOAD of younger guys who absolutely love to have an older guy use them for his pleasure. Keep in mind, I hav had guys my own age call me daddy (thus reinforcing the power exchange dynamic I mentioned earlier) If all these guys are into daddies, Who am I to disagree with them? Lol

After a Saturday night of partying with myself, Sunday was dedicated to taking as much cum up my ass as possible. The guys here in Athens here aren't as open about their status as in other countries. But with 10 separate guys shooting inside me, I'm pretty sure I'll have a good mix of poz and neg loads in there.

Thursday I'll be bred by a top who claim his VL goes up and down

The twink; Josh who was 24, came up to me in the bath house and said, "looking good sir, I like bears". We had a drink in the bar area and chatted for a bit then headed to my cabin and made out. I was reaching for a condom when he said "sir, I prefer it raw - I'd like to feel your cock in me". I normally play safe so said "you know its risky we shouldn't" . Josh started to argue and so eventually said "look I'm gonna teach you why its important". He frowned and said "didn't think you'd be another boring dude". I smirked and said "I promise I'll make it fun but suck me first". Josh got on his knees said "thats better sir and sucked me until I got hard". After I while I said "turn round - you're ready for your leasson - lube your hole". He did and I slid my large cock into him. Josh moaned and I picked up the pace. Josh started moaning "cum in my daddy" . I wispered "want your lesson Josh?". Josh yelled "teach me with cum" and I did spurting load and load in him. Josh kissed me and said "thank you for the lesson - raw is better". I laughed and said "and riskier - text me during your homework". I gave him my number and kissed him. He laughed saying "your cocky thinking you'll be coming home with me". I replied "I know I will be I've just shot a toxic poz load in your hole and I'll be with you forever. When you get the flu let me know". Two weeks later Josh messaged "wow I've learned my lesson this flu is intense. Thank you for teaching me that I'm a poz cumbucket - its the greatest lesson I could have hoped for".

Anyone who is still using the term "clean" in 2021 to describe HIV status needs some serious education.

Average here, but I get a lot of compliments because my cock curves up pretty sharp and I’m pretty thick. I like to hammer the bottoms prostate to watch him in pleasure. I seem to get bottoms to cum easy.

Two weeks ago I set myself a goal of 40 loads in two weeks. first day off I got a few loads from buddies and then headed to the sauna (wet on Wellington) Melbourne Australia, I had already gotten 3 loads I arrived at the dark room and got on my knees a few minutes later a guy started to finger my hole, he asked how many loads? I said three! He said want mine? I said no load refused! his cock felt big but as my hole was used n cummy it slid in easy a few pumps and he grunted and gave me his load. He left I never saw him. I was wandering around cum leaking out of my hole I saw a hot guy he motioned me to a room. He said let’s entertain all the guys outside, I got that he wanted me to be vocal. His cock was long but not thick. I was making all the right noises loudly saying breed me add your load to my cummy hole he was so pounding me hard. The guys outside knew what was going on he dumped his load in me as I begged him to breed me. He climbed off me as he left two guys came in and closed the door. They spit roasted me tag teamed me I was tasting me ass juices on thier cocks. They positioned me so I sat on one cock the other entered from behind and I was being double fucked. They both shot in me. Called me a slutty whore and left as I got up to go out of the cubicle I encountered a tall muscular bear his hand pushed my chest back into the room I looked down at his cock to see a biohazard tattoo on his upper thigh his cock was big rock hard almost as thick as a beer can. He told me to get on all fours with no warning he slammed his cock in me pounded me like the slutty cumdump pig I am he was rough and held me down. He pushed me down on my stomach him on top his arm around my throat. I heard him say want my poz load? Beg for it! I said breed me please no load refused. He grunted and bred me. I wandered looking for more but realized the rest of the guys didn’t want my cummy ass. the next day I was going through Grindr and came across a guy that I’d played with before. I asked was he interested. last time he was pretty rough he said was it ok if him and his mate both used me. I was around in a shot. both took turns using my ass for the first hour they said did I want more ? I said no load refused! I was at their place for 4 hours during that time they had been on Grindr pimping me out I took 6 more loads from 6 strangers. I had a hood on with only my mouth open. over the next 8 days I took a further 10 loads This week I have Wednesday Thursday Friday off work and I have 5 loads lined up and visiting a sauna on Friday my goal is 15 more loads melb guys let me know if you want to add your loads

Taking a load through a glory hole is the ultimate act of submission. You are reducing yourself to a hole for a man to cum inside. And it doesn't matter what he looks like, his status, his age, he has a cock that needs a place to cum, and you're it. I can remember the times I would be blowing a guy and he'd let me get him hard, then he'd pull out of the glory hole because he wasn't ready to cum yet. I'd whirl around and offer my hole. Sometimes they would leave, but when they changed their mind and pushed their cock into me, I was filled with joy. And their load shortly after that. So satisfying. The only thing that comes close is being in a booth with a man, sucking his cock, and he pulls you up, turns you around, forces you to bend over and just shoves his cock into you. No questions, no consent, he knows what you are, and he uses you. Sometimes they'd let me clean off their cock before they put it away, sometimes not. I always stayed on the floor at their feet so they would know I knew my place in the hierarchy. I never came while I was still at the ABS. I didn't want to lose my edge and step out of the booth to encounter a good sperm donor, or one of my regulars. Saturday afternoons were great for relieving married men of the tension of not getting sex at home, and a lot of them came to the ABS week after week. Often they'd want a repeat with me because they knew I'd do a good job, wouldn't give up if they were having difficulty, and surrendered all power to them.

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.

Part 1 Colt and I have been best friends since we were 10 years old. Well, his real name is Colton. Colton Sawyer Cooper. But he's always gone by Colt. We lived three houses apart in a town called Cleburne, just south of Fort Worth. We immediately bonded over our love of comic books, even though he was Marvel and I was DC, and our love for the Cowboys. But I'll have to say he was much more fanatical than me. His entire bedroom was a shrine to the team. Cowboys bed spread, Cowboys sheets, Cowboys lamps, Cowboys rugs, you get the picture. Even his walls were covered in Cowboys posters. But looking back now, I didn't put 2 and 2 together and realize the one thing he didn't have was the one thing every red blooded Cowboys fan had, posters of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. But he did have plenty of Tony Romo. So we were basically 2 peas in pod. Where there was one, there was the other. And we told each other everything. He told me when he got his first pubes, and the first time he came, which he said was the most amazing thing ever. I developed a little behind him, but six months later I got my own pubes and soon was ejaculating as well. And he was right, it was amazing! We became little jerk off monsters, as most boys are, and our sleepovers became one non stop jerk fest. We would lie on our sleeping bags on the floor next to each other and pound our dicks. We were always fascinated with watching each other shoot, and seeing how far our loads flew. Nothing gay, just two horny boys. And we were always good for 3 of them. We also liked to measure our growing dicks as we got older, taking pride in how big they were getting. Length wise, we were identical, but his was always thicker. Again, nothing gay, just curious boys. You'd think by the time we reached high school, we would have stopped that, but no. We continued our jerkoff sessions together. I mean, we had been doing it for several years, so why quit now? When we were 16, we got our first blowjobs together. It was at the drive-in in my quad cab Ford F-150. My dad owned a dealership so I got a really good deal on it. You know us Texas boys love our trucks. Colt was in the backseat with Stacy Turner and I was up front with Missy Powell. I watched Colt in my rear view mirror as his head layed back and his mouth hung open, groaning in ecstasy. We even shot our loads at the same time. In retrospect, those blowjobs weren't that great, but we didn't care. We were nutting into a warm, wet hole. I dated Missy for a while after that, but Colt didn't date Stacy. In fact, he never really dated. He'd fool around with chicks, but that was it. I dumped Missy after a while because she wouldn't let me fuck her. She was a "nice girl." Well, she wasn't such a nice girl the night she was on her knees sucking off me and Colt together behind his shed. The full moon provided enough light that I had a nice view of Colt's fat 7 1/2 inch cock as he gagged Missy with it. When he came, he put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. After she had swallowed both our loads, she thought we were going to get back together, but I told her to fuck off, I didn't want to date a slut. She called us fags, and said she was going to tell everyone. The next day at school, one of the guys called us fags, but after Colt kicked the shit out of him, no one ever said that again. By our senior year, we had both become big strong men. Colt had turned 18 in August, before school started, and I was turning 18 the day before Halloween. We were both linebackers on the varsity team, which put us in the category of high school gods. You know how important football is in Texas! We had spent years working out, and had spent the last three summers working as ranch hands. Baling hay, branding cattle, castrating bulls, real cowboy shit. And our bodies showed it. I stood a nice 6'1" with a solid body. Firm pecs, hard 6 pack, defined arms, and strong legs. But Colt, he was a whole other level. 6'3 1/2" of solid muscle. And boy did he like to show it off! I don't think he even owned shirts with sleeves anymore. He was constantly flexing his big guns that were attached to the broadest shoulders I had ever seen. His strong torso led down to a surprisingly narrow waist. And the wranglers he wore should have been criminal. They were always so tight that they clung to his big, round ass. And the front, well, he liked to wear a big belt buckle to draw people's eyes down to his huge bulge. Not that it would have gone unnoticed. It was like an anaconda trying to bust out of there. He topped his look off with a pair of boots and a hat. He always wore a hat on his thick, brown curls. Sometimes a trucker hat, sometimes a cowboy hat, but always a hat. And not to be gay, but his face matched the rest of him perfectly. His vibrant green eyes were surrounded by thick, dark eyelashes. His strong nose sat atop a pair of pillowy, dark pink lips. His square jaw perfectly shaped his face. He hadn't started to grow facial hair yet, and his cheeks flushed a reddish colour, giving him a boyish look. His body may have been all man, but his face was all innocent angel. Not that my face wasn't hot too. I had strong Scandinavian features with light blue eyes and light blond hair. I hadn't started shaving yet either, so we were both still like boys in a way. So, right after Colt turned 18, things kind of got weird. It was like he was suddenly avoiding me. Our sleepovers stopped, he would take off right after weekend games, and he hung around me less at school. I tried to talk to him about it, cause it was really hurting me to lose someone I was closer to than a brother. He would just give me flimsy excuses, saying he was busy with stuff, or he was fucking some chick, basically bullshit. The one time during that early part of the school year that was somewhat normal was my birthday. We had scored a bottle of whiskey and some weed and spent the night getting fucked up and playing video games. It was great. Just like old times. It eventually devolved into a mutual bro love fest. We sat on his bed with our arms around each others shoulders and declared our straight love for one another. "I love you man." "No dude, I love YOU!" "I love you more bro!" "No man, I love YOU more!" And back and forth it went. In hindsight, I wasn't hearing what he was trying to tell me. Eventually, it wound up becoming one of our jerk off sessions. I smiled as I looked at his smooth, hairless body. Nothing gay, I just appreciated my best friend, naked next to me, jerking his fat 10 inch cock. I stroked my own 9 1/2 inch dick and we both shot loads that hit our faces, and laughed like nothing had changed. But things had changed. The next day, Colt started his weird avoidance shit again. He blew me off the following weekend, and the weekend after that when he did it again, I had had enough. I knew his parents were going to be out of town, and he claimed he was going to be fucking some chick. But I didn't buy it and decided to spy on him and see what was up. Friday night I snuck over to his house and went around the back to where his bedroom was. His lights were on and the shade was down, but not all the way down. There was a gap at the bottom. His window was open a crack, so I quietly creeped up and peeked into his bedroom. What I saw shocked the hell out of me! There was Colt, stomach down on his bed, his legs hanging off the end, while a large, heavily tattoed Mexican man pulled his head back by his curly hair and pounded his cock into Colt's round, white ass. Colt was wearing his football shoulder pads, athletic socks pulled up over his calves, his cleats, and a white jockstrap. His football jersey layed on the floor. "Take it slut!" I could hear the man say. "Take that load in your faggot jock pussy!" I turned away, my heart pounding in my chest as I heard Colt moan, "Oh yes SIR! Breed me!" WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I JUST SEE? My head swam as a million thoughts ran through it. I knew I should leave, but like a car wreck, I had to look again. I had to make sure what I saw was real. I turned back and looked in again. The Mexican guy was flipping Colt over and spreading his legs. Another man with a camera moved in and got a close up of Colt's asshole. "That's right slut." Said the Mexican. "Show the people what they paid for! Spread your cheeks and let them see your dripping high school jock pussy!" Colt spread his ass cheeks apart as the cameraman said, "Oh yea, look at that jock cunt drip cum!" Then, another man I hadn't noticed stepped up. He was a large black man with dreadlocks pulled back into a ponytail. He bent down and placed his mouth over Colt's asshole and started sucking. Then he stood up over Colt and pulled his mouth open. Colt stuck his tongue out and the black man let a long string of spit and cum land on it. It ran down into Colt's mouth, and he closed it with a smile on his face. As my initial shock started to go down, I noticed a few things I hadn't noticed before. There was a laptop open on the dresser recording the action. Also, on the nightstand there was a glass pipe, a baggie with some kind of substance in it, and a few syringes. Then, the black man layed down on the bed, holding up a huge cock. That fucker had to be like 12 inches! Colt crawled up and straddled the man. He took hold of the cock and lined it up to his asshole. Then he slowly slid down on it. Inch after black inch dissapeared into Colt's bubble butt. Soon, his muscular glutes were sitting on the black man's pubes, and every inch of that cock was inside him. He sat there not moving as the Mexican man filled up the glass pipe. He handed it to the black man, who lit a small torch and waved it under the bowl. Soon, it filled with white smoke and he inhaled it. Then, he grabbed Colt behind his neck and pulled him onto his mouth. I could see the black man exhale as Colt inhaled. Then Colt sat up and exhaled a white cloud. They repeated this twice more as Colt began gyrating his hips. Then the black man handed the pipe to Colt. "Now, hit that bitch, and hold it until I say exhale. And start riding my cock, slut!" Colt held the pipe up to his lips, lit the torch, and inhaled the white smoke. Then, as he held it, he started riding up and down on the black cock buried inside him. He held in the smoke for about 10 seconds before the black man told him to exhale. "Again, Whore!" He demanded Colt. Colt did as he was told, holding in the smoke and riding the big cock harder. 5 times this was repeated until Colt was visibly losing control. The black man reached up and started pinching and squeezing Colt's nipples, and Colt moaned and squealed like a slut. Then the Mexican man approached with a little brown bottle. He held it under Colt's nose as the black man held onto his slim waist and started fucking upward. "Breath in slut, and hold it until I say release. Do you understand you fucking whore?" "Yes SIR!" Replied Colt. The man held the bottle under Colt's nose, closing off one nostril. Colt breathed in deep and held it. After the man finally let him exhale, he repeated it with the other nostril. Back and forth he went. After each hit, Cole became more and more fucked up. Eventually, he couldn't hold his head up. The Mexican man just grabbed his hair and held up his head, forcing him to hit more. Finally, after 10 hits, the Mexican man pushed Colt onto his back, causing the cock to slide out of him. Colt just collapsed, his head rolling to facing me, his mouth open and slack, his eyes crossed and fucked up looking. The black man just raised Colt's legs in the air and slammed his monster cock all the way into my fucked up best friend. Colt just gurgled as he was assaulted. The cameraman panned from Colt's fucked up face to his ass getting pummeled, back and forth. "Yes slut!" Said the black man. "Look into the camera. Let your audience see your face. That's what they paid for, bitch. To see a hot, 18 year old high school jock get fucked up and fucked hard! Tell them how much you like it you fucking whore! Beg to be fucked!" "Oh god yes." Colt slurred. "Fuck me! Fuck my hole. I love it! Give me that big black cock! Please fuck me SIR!" "Are you a little whore? Are you a pathetic, faggot slut?" "Yes SIR!" Colt answered him, still looking blankly into the camera. "I'm a pathetic faggot slut whore! Fuck my hole! Cum in me SIR! I'm a fucking cumdump!" "Is that what you are? A cumdump?" Continued the black man as he pulled Colt's rock hard cock out of his jockstrap and started jerking it really hard. "Can anybody come and fuck you? Can anybody out there watching come and fuck you? You wanna give up your jock hole to anybody that wants it?" "Yes please!" Groaned Colt. "Please come fuck me! I need your cum in me! Please come and fuck me! Anybody can! Come fuck my jock ass!" He cried out as his cock shot off, hitting him in the face and coating his chest and stomach. The black man scraped up his cum and fed it to him, and Colt sucked the cum covered fingers like he was starving. The cameraman handed the camera to the Mexican man. The black man pushed Colt untill his head was hanging over the bed, his mouth wide open. Then the cameraman shoved his hard cock right down Colt's throat. I could see his cock stretch out Colt's esophagus as he buried himself balls deep. Then both men started viciously fucking my best friend, pounding both of his holes as hard as they could. The Mexican handed the cameraman a sign that he held up, and it read.... Colton Sawyer Cooper 18 yo high school senior Football player with 2 Available cumdump holes Dallas/Fort Worth area (817) 347-1823 Any cock taken HOLY SHIT! They posted his full name and his real phone number! Did he agree to that? Or was he too fucked up to know? I decided I couldn't watch anymore and turned away. Part of me was horrified. Part of me was sickened. But what I didn't realize right away is, I had been hard the whole time. As I lay in my bed at home, I tried not to think about everything I had seen, but it was no use. The images played over and over in my head. Without even thinking about it, my hand traveled down to my hard cock. After only a couple of strokes, I shot off a huge load.

Picture it. 2005. My spouse and I, 20 years of togetherness. Both of us are HIV neg. We bareback each other, and are generally monogamous except for when we play together (or on my occasional side trysts to the ABS or sex grounds at the local park). Anyhow, we were on vacation In Hawaii, specifically in Oahu. Vacation means, well, vacation. On the occasions I can get my usually-very-vanilla-husband to do anything different, vacation can be a good time, especially as we are both more relaxed when away from home. I’m definitely the kinkier, and likely the hornier of the two of us, so I had done my research. In the past when traveling we've visited sex clubs in New York, Prague, Hong Kong, and Dallas, but on this occasion, when driving across Oahu, I suggested we stop at an adult bookstore in Wahiawa about which I had read interesting reviews. As it was mid-day, I thought it might be a long shot, but as the place was quite literally on our route around the island, there wasn't any downside to stopping in. Upon entering the place we found the typical ABS set up: a register with some retail shelves up front, and in back there was a small hallway off of which was a line of doors for each of the numerous individual viewing booths. The place was small and clean, but it was empty. So we waited. After some time we heard some movement and the soundtrack from a video emanating from the only occupied booth. So we waited so more. After some more time, I was getting bored, especially knowing we had a relatively busy day planned, so I suggested to my spouse "Hey, why don’t we go into adjoining booths, and I’ll blow you through the glory hole in between the two booths?" He liked that idea, probably because I don't usually particularly enjoy sucking his dick as he almost never comes that way, so it turns-out feeling too much like work, or sort of like what I imagined foreplay with a woman would be like. In any event I don't often blow him, but under the circumstances it seemed like the best way to salvage the visit, and, after all, fair is fair. He goes in the booth at the end of the hall, and I slip into the next one, still no one in sight. I scrape the chair out of my way and I’m down on my knees. He unzips, pulls his flaccid dick out, puts his crotch to the hole. Mine for the taking. I hear him pressing buttons trying to find a video he likes. I don’t care what’s on my screen. There’s a gay movie on and the moaning and sex sounds are perfect. God I love these places. My bf likes to be blown slow, especially at first. So I fondle his dick. I smell it. I take his balls in my palm and pull forward on his dick, nuzzling it with my nose and making it grow. As his shaft lengthens, I can get the head in my mouth, ever so gently. I go to work on that spot on the underside, right where the head, the shaft, and the hole all come together. No man can resist that. I swirl my tongue around it and feel his erection fill out fully hard. Now I can really get that dick wet. I wrap my teeth with my lips and slide all the way down, getting it slippery with spit. He’s not a big pre-cummer my bf. So I bang the back of my throat a little as I’m gently going up and down on it. I want some of my throat snot to get things really viscous. His dick is getting harder, wetter, and more into a rhythm going in and out of my mouth. Oh yeah we are getting somewhere. . . Not too long and I get a little light flash in the corner of my eye. I hear a door behind me close and the partition superstructure shake. I pull off my bf’s dick to look. There behind me in the glory hole to the booth on the other side of mine is this face. HOLY FUCK. It’s this jarhead face. Gone in a second. FUCK MAN! HOT SOLDIER BOY. There are some sort of barracks near here aren’t there? My heart skipped a beat. That haircut never lies. I imagine one of dozens of tumblr pictures - a soldier boy, in the desert, waving a gun, dick out, friend taking a pic of it. FUCK man THINK FAST. Hot solider in the booth next to me. C’MON FAST!! Boyfriend’s spit shiny junk is in my hand, with my spit dripping down the hair on his balls. I let go with a squeeze. Stand up. Drop my shorts. Turn around. Put my ass at the hole and I trace down it with his dick. He loves my ass. This’ll distract him. And I just want to SEE the soldier. Just a peek. I’m feeling his hand on my ass. Boyfriend took that hint. He’s caressing it. Spreading my cheeks. I’m bending over to look in the glory hole beyond. UNF. I feel a hot breath on my hole. BF loves sticking tongue in me. Makes me a little squirrelly, so we don’t do it that often. My focus is across the way anyhow. I see movement. He’s too close to see his face again. And it’s dark. Bless whoever designed this place. Perfect size. I have my ass at one hole and my face at the other. I hook a finger through, and try to look up. FUCK I feel my spouse’s tongue in my ass. But the soldier . . . unzipping his pants . . . hand goes in . . .wrestles out his already hard dick. It is maybe seven inches, curves up, reminds me of my cousin's (that's a different story). My mouth waters. HOT DAMN He puts it through the hole, downy covered nuts and all. I stroke down it with my hand. Powder soft and dry. Once. Twice. Watch it bob. I find that spot between his balls where his juices originate and work a finger up up the underside of his shaft. Fuck yes! A huge drop of precum appears. So tempting to eat. But I rub it around the mushroom head. It makes his dick dance and quiver. Slippery. Musky. Ready to suck. I start going down on the shaft and HUH there's my partner's dick pressing at my backdoor. My mind swoons with dick sensation overload. I rarely get fucked, and never starting bent over like this. NEVER have though a glory hole. Have I ever been spit roasted? Brace yourself! Think about the dick in your mouth! Dont lose rhythm! Fuck! He pushes into my ass. The pain! Ah, but the smell of the dick in front of me. I'm trying to flex and relax both, letting the dick work into my ass. My own dick is rock hard bobbing around, drooling webs of precum all over the place. "Some pig", it might spell out on the floor. Here I am on vacation, mid day, in a booth in the dark, with my bf's cock in my ass, and a soldier's in my mouth. And I want cum from both. I am getting into a rhythm with the dick stroking in and out of my ass. My mouth stroking up and down on the dick in front of me. You know how there’s blowing a dick, and then there’s blowing a dick to cumpletion? I mean in my experience there is a point where you know the dick in your mouth can cum that way. When it starts juicing? When the hips start bucking? I knew that soldier was going to feed me his load. When - damn - suddenly no dick in my ass and <poke poke> my bf is poking me on the ass cheek with his finger. I do NOT want to lose momentum on the dick in front of me. But reluctantly, I pull off and turn around to ask my spouse “What?!” My ass is there at the solider’s side. “There’ rub it against that” is what I was thinking. Up to this point I’d swapped plenty of glory hole head, but never fucked through one. UNF the soldier slides his dick right in me. HOLY FUCK A STRANGE DICK UP MY ASS BAREBACK. I push back on it. Rock hard 20 something soldier dick. Inside me. Not what I’d planned. I wince and hide what’s going on from my bf’s view. He would FREAK at a stranger’s raw dick inside me. “I can’t cum this way,” my boyfriend says. “I am going to rinse off.” “Is it dirty?” I ask. “No,” he replies. “But you know me. This is too much.” Vanilla is as vanilla does. “Okay, I’ll go next,” I say. And he’s out his booth door. I hadn’t even focused on the soldier cock stroking in and out of me. I squeeze my ass and look over my shoulder. His fingers are grasping the top of the partition between us for leverage. He’s speeding up, hitting it harder. My thoughts are filled with his flared mushroom head wondering if it’d swell up get hard and red before he shoots? I was thinking of his precum in the back of my throat climbing up out my nose, now in my ass making it slick making it ready. Use that hole man. He gets louder louder UHNN UHHN I press back hard willing it wanting it. UHHNN UHHN He STOPS. I feel the twitch. My ass goes from lubed to wet. I feel the fluid filling me. FUCK! First time . . . a stranger unloading in my ass. Should I be scared? Guilty? UHHN he rocks it back and forth making me feel it squish - his dick in its own ejaculate. Rapidly softening he slips it out of me. Fuck! What have I done? My spouse is coming back in like a minute and I . . . Standing there with my legs shaking, my dick is a sticky mess I haven’t touched it, but there’s plenty of lube. In ten strokes I push a finger from my other hand in my hole and feel the soldier’s load there. I BLAST one of the largest loads of my life onto the laminate partition wall. It trails down and pools on the floor. I said this place was clean. Too bad. I hope it’s still there for the next guy. Maybe the clerk will come lick it up? There’s my bf’s face at the hole. “C’mon, let’s go.” “I’m coming! Just a sec. Let me clean up a little here . . .” On the way out, he says to me, “ Hey did you hear that one guy cumming? Someone was having fun.” He has no idea.

Part 1 Yeah, I knew I was gay. I was only 18, and still in high school, but I had fooled around with a few guys. This was early 1990’s. My experiences had been quick and anonymous at the adult bookstore. The first couple times I just let a guy suck me in the video booths, but after several sessions I also found myself on my knees, blowing guys. I had gotten fucked exactly twice and both times it had hurt and both sessions were totally safe as both guys used a condom. I was, at that time, the total surfer twink, at 5’ 10” and 170 pounds, dark blonde hair and surfer tan. I was also totally not out. And still coming to terms with the fact that I not only liked guys, but that I was definitely more interested in the pleasing side of things versus sitting back and being pleased. But the bookstore was really hit and miss, and I was somewhat picky. My usual target was white guys in their late 30’s or 40’s. And that was really all I liked. Guys my age didn’t interest me really. So there I was, 18 and about to graduate high school and sneaking off to the adult bookstore when I just couldn’t take it anymore and either getting sucked or sucking guys. And I could still count my gay sex experiences with both hands at that point. My parents were divorced and I lived with my mom, who by then was either at work or at her boyfriends place. I had a lot of time to myself. We lived in a big apartment complex and I had to walk past a couple of buildings to get to our place from the parking lot. It was during one of those walks from the parking lot that spring of my senior year that I met Tom. I had kind of noticed him, even though he was pretty new to the complex. One, I had to walk past his patio and front door and two, Tom was hot. He was maybe 40 (turned out to be 44) and tall, 6’ 2”, but he was thin. I doubt he weighed more than me at 170. His hair was graying and cut very short. Our neighborhood was not gay Mecca, so I figured he was straight, probably some guy getting divorced. Anyways, I was waking up the path after getting off of my after school job and it was just getting dark. I knew my mom wouldn’t be home, but that was fine and I was used to making myself dinner. I saw him ahead of time on his patio so I wasn’t spooked, but I was surprised when he raised a hand and called out "Hey there, neighbor. I was standing here hoping a young strong guy would walk by." Slightly unsure how to respond I gave a light laugh, whereupon he continued "My name is Tom. I just moved in here a few weeks ago and I bought a new TV and need to move the old one upstairs but it’s really a two man job. Any chance I could talk you into giving me a hand?” Like I said, I already thought the guy was hot and, well, he was wearing a rather revealing a v neck t-shirt and gym shorts. Besides, it just seemed polite to help so I finally replied "Hi nice to meet you Tom. I’m Chris. I just live down the way, and yeah, I can help.” Smiling, he replied "Great, thanks. Come around the front door and I’ll let you in.” I walked in and my naive gaydar went off a little, but then I asked myself 'What do you know?' What was clear, however, is that the house was far from being slobbish. His furniture was tasteful and several cool, well-mounted, framed black and white photos hung on the walls. The TV of which Tom had spoken was prominently located in the living room, positioned on the floor. The new TV was in the prime position on Tom's entertainment center. “I really appreciate this. I just want to get it into my play... into the other bedroom, the first one at the top.” Most of the units in our development were the say layout, so I knew the room of which he was speaking was, in my house, my bedroom, so I knew what to expect. Tom led the way, hefting up his end of the TV, and I took-up my end, and we rather clumsily made our way up the staircase. As we began the turn into the bedroom doorway Tom grunted "Let's put it on the long desk up against the wall, ok?” It wasn’t til we set it down that I looked around and realized the purpose of the room, and why Tom had initially begun to use the word 'playroom' in identifying the room. Now, my experiences might have been slight, and I had certainly never been in a room built just for sex, but I was in one now. A bed on one wall, with the big desk which contained a TV, a DVD player, and a VCR on the opposing wall. The third wall was all mirror closets. And in the corner was something that took a naive 18 year old a second to figure out: a sling. In the most remote corner I couldn't help but notice a camcorder on a tripod. I think he noticed my shock and offered a light joke "Well, doesn’t everyone have a sex room?” He paused and then added more quietly, “Well, every gay man anyway.” He stared right at me when he said that. And while I was 95 percent sure before he said that, I knew now I was standing in Tom’s gay sex room. “Do you like it?” he asked. My heart was beating 1000 miles an hour when I replied "I like it a lot.” He looked at me a long time. “Chris right? Chris, how um, how old are you?” “I just turned 18 in January,” I replied. This was totally different than a two minute blowjob in the dark. This guy was my neighbor. “Chris, I’m not the only gay man in the room right now am I?" he asked quietly. I shook my head. "I was just gonna make sure the TV works right. Want to watch a video with me?” I again just nodded. “One thing though, one of the few rules of my room, clothes are definitely not allowed.” With that he stripped down. Holy shit. He was naked in front of me, and half hard. And his cock was amazing. I nervously stripped down. I was hard as a rock and tried to hide it. He patted the bed and motioned me to sit. “Don’t ever hide that from me here Chris. This is a place where we celebrate man sex.” He grabbed a remote and hit play and settled back onto the bed next to me. I couldn’t help staring at him and he seemed to want me to. I was so nervous still but could feel myself starting to lose control. The nerves were fading into want. I had never been in a guy's place before like this and had never had sex outside the bookstores, where it was all about rushing through as quickly as one could. Tom seemed in no hurry. As I watched him wrap his hand around his thick cock and slowly stroke himself, I thought 'Whatever happens will be fine and it’s nothing you haven’t done before at the bookstore'. I had no idea. I was 18. No one had shown me yet. Tom would. I just didn’t know it yet.

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!

Vault is brill, I'm one of the sluts who bend over on the benches in the darkroom n let anyone use my cunt. Luv it. Re entry, was £9 last time I was there, included coatcheck n one drink so cheap. Darkroom is fab but then I'm a slut like any darkroom if u dont look above their navel then you are fine...

@rjscotbtm 😜

Agreed. The bottom willingly living up to his sub position and showing it gladly however is the hottest.

So true pussyboy. But the fact that you love sucking your fathers cock is only one of a thousand reasons why you are worthless trash. Thats why I love using you babygirl. btw is that your dads cock you are sucking in that picture?

My first encounter was a school function at 16. We split a hotel room with a neighboring school because we had uneven numbers in FBLA (future business leaders of America). I was in a room of three so shared a room with a kid from the neighboring school. He was a sexy black guy. In the middle of the night we ended up getting close to each other and we were both definitely hard. Nothing happened until the second night when I was the big spoon and he reached around to feel my cock. He turned around and lowered himself and started sucking me. then he told me to turn over and just started fucking my ass. After he did me, I crawled on top of him and fucked him. hooked on bareback and BBC ever since

Something about religious holidays brings out the devil in me

Nothing like celebrating Easter than by a t binge and infecting randos

Last Sunday morning I was looking for local tops..after a night of partying I can get nasty horny. I don’t often get too many hits in my area but a married mate said he would drop by and fuck me, if I would let his best mate follow. A big yes...as I know he is a hard fucker who always blows a huge load, his mate turned out to be a shy guy with a giant cock, he blew after 4 or 5 pumps...so then after an hour of failing to get both cocks in my ass they left. Another married mate saw my post on BBRT, and stopped in for a ten min pounding...he was impressed with the loads already there, he left straight after. the next guy came in without saying a word he just wanted me to lay down, ass up and stay there...he blew all over my ass and he said he had a mate waiting in the car and could he come in, yes.....so the mate comes in and asks me for condoms...nevermind...he ends up making me suck his decent uncut cock...and just as he is about to come..shoves my head down and burys his cock in my ass...laughs and both of them leave quickly...a sore ass and shorts soaked in cum I fell asleep for a while, happy with my morning...

Well i dunno about breeding and using me sexually but guys know I am a sexual guy as I have tattoos of a centaur in a state of arousal on my delt--it's a shoulder piece--and I have the Chinese symbol for Lust on my back (top center) with the word "Lust" below it. I am looking at getting the sigil of Asmodeous added but not sure were yet.

Part 18 Casey and Tyler didn't do a lot of oral when they hooked up. Both were mostly tentative when they did it, just a short stop to more kissing and fucking. It hadn't been since Tyler sucked Chris while he was being fucked by Hunter that he really did it in earnest. But Greg couldn't tell. He loved the feel of Tylers mouth on his thick cock slowly but surely taking more and more of him like a boy who was savoring every inch. "Yeah boy. Fucking hot mouth." He looked down and met eyes with Tyler which just turned him on even more. "Let's move over to the couch." With Chris going to the other room with the rest of the guys, Greg didnt have anyone to lean on if he lost his balance again but he didnt want this to stop. He pulled Tyler up and moved toward the couch grabbing the pipe and torch first. Tyler just followed and watched as Greg lit the pipe. "Wait a second. I think we need a refill." Greg went over to his pants and pulled out a small bag from one of the pockets. He showed it to Tyler and gave it a little shake. "Always have to come prepared." Tyler shrugged. "Oh I didnt know. I dont know how to get anything like that." "Dont worry about that. You being here is plenty. Youre our guest. We provide the favors." He added to the pipe and then put the little bag back into his pant pocket. He lit the pipe again and began to trade hits with Tyler. Tyler really hadnt come down from his earlier hits so these were putting him into a place he had never been. A place that he could only describe as insatiable hunger. He was becoming more and more desperate for Gregs cock back in his mouth. Once Greg detected that feeling in the boy, he placed the pipe and torch back on the table. He put his arm around Tyler. "How are you feeling?" Tyler nodded. "Good" he said softly. "You sure?" Tyler just kept nodding looking forward not looking at Greg and trying to keep himself composed. "Yeah." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Greg stroking his cock. He looked directly at it but the tattoo above it pulled his focus. Hunter had one too Tyler thought. Weird coincidence. Before thinking to mention it or ask about it, Tyler could feel the pressure of Greg's arm pushing him back down toward it. Instead of bending down, he got up from the couch and kneeled down between Gregs legs and looked up at this hot man in front of him. "Fuck yeah boy." He slapped his cock against Tylers slightly open mouth. Tyler took the invitation and took about half into his mouth right away. Tyler felt about another inch push further into his mouth as Greg arched his back from the pleasure. This hunger felt new to Tyler. He knew it was something about the hits he took. One cock while he was high didnt seem to be enough. The last time he got high Chris fucked him but he went back to his dorm room wanting more. This was the same feeling. And even as he was enjoying the feeling of this mans thick cock in his mouth, he somehow knew it wouldnt be enough. He bobbed up and down doing his best to work his way closer and closer to the base. Greg could feel the boys spit running down his shaft and balls. This boy wants it he thought. He reached down, held the boys face with both hands and pushed his cock into the boys mouth as deep as he could to hear Tyler gag. The sight of this boy choking on his cock almost made him cum at that moment. He didnt want that. The first load he shot today was going to be in service to pozzing this boy up. Greg let go and Tyler pulled off as he coughed. "Sorry" Tyler said as he shook it off. "Nothing to be sorry for. That was hot. Why dont you come up here and sit on it?" Tyler looked at the cock glistening now with his spit and precum. He stood up and straddled Gregs lap. "How about you face away from me? Turn around." This was a new position for Tyler. Every time he rode Casey it was face to face. He turned around and began to lower himself. He reached back to Gregs cock but felt a hand on his lower back pushing him to bend over. "I got you." Tyler looked over his shoulder as he backed up slowly and saw Greg was holding his cock and aiming it towards Tylers hole. And suddenly he could feel the thick head pushing into him slow but easy. Hunters cock had been a warm up for his hole so that he could work Gregs in without pain. The thickness was stretching his hole but that was what made him moan in pleasure. Quicker than he thought possible, he was sitting on Gregs lap with the mans cock balls deep inside him. Whatever apprehension Tyler ever had calling himself a bottom melted away in this moment. There was no feeling he could remember that was as good as this. He was taught at church that being gay and gay sex was wrong but why would God make something so wrong so pleasurable? He could only hope that Greg was feeling even half as good as he was. Greg leaned over and pressed his chest against Tyler. He kissed the boys back and moaned into it. "Feeling ok boy? Your hole around my raw cock is fucking amazing." He wrapped his arms around Tylers chest and pulled him back as he sat back against the couch. "Put your arm around me." Tyler reached back and wrapped an arm around Gregs shoulders, his head now against the back of the couch. Tyler used his free hand to stroke his hard cock. Greg turned Tylers face toward him. "Kiss me boy." Greg kissed Tyler tenderly at first but it became much deeper and harder and breathy as Greg began fucking up into the boy with force to get as deep as he could with each thrust. Tyler yelped softly into Gregs mouth each time he felt the cock slam into him. This is what he wanted. He met each of Gregs thrusts by grinding down into the mans lap. The first time Greg felt the pressure the boy was exerting on his cock, his eyes flashed open. Tyler was looking directly into his eyes and the man smiled and laughed into their kiss. He underestimated this boy. With his next couple thrusts he felt Tyler also squeezing and milking his cock. The laugh became a deep moan as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Tyler thought he hadnt seen anything hotter in his life. Gregs hands were all over Tyler exploring the boys body and giving him even more pleasure. This felt like sensory overload to Tyler as the mans touch felt electric no matter where his hands moved, squeezed, and pinched. Gregs moaning and the looks on his face turned Tyler on even more. Greg began to pick up speed and Tyler met the rhythm without any hesitation and also began stroking his own cock harder and faster. The boy was milking Gregs cock with determination now and as he pistoned into Tylers hole he thought he was in love. He could tell in the way Tyler was bucking now that he was close to shooting. So was Greg. He pulled away from their kiss. "You getting close boy?" Tyler just nodded as the rest of his body was losing control. "Me too. I'm gonna flood your insides boy." "Cum in me." Tyler had no idea where that came from but he knew he meant it. He wanted to feel this mans cock throb and shoot inside him. He still didnt know that Hunter had cum inside him earlier so he was desperate for what he thought was the first load of his day. Strangely, it was at this moment that Tyler fully realized that Greg was fucking him raw which made it clear in his mind that no one actually ever used condoms. They were a myth, a way for schools and churches to intimidate horny teens about diseases and pregnancy, and he would never have to worry about them. This is when he came to the conclusion that he would never consider condoms ever for the rest of his life. This while a hot man was fucking him raw. "Breed me Greg!" Tyler screamed as his thoughts became words. "Fuck!" Hearing Tylers command was enough to push him off his edge. Tyler pulled his head back and began to shoot his own load with ropes flying everywhere. Greg could feel the boys hole spasm around his cock and his moans started to become much louder. Between hard breaths he screamed "I'm....cumming....boy...." He could feel the ropes shooting through his cock and deep into the boy. Greg always shot big loads but this one felt unusually large. He just kept cumming. So did the boy. Whenever he could focus enough he saw more cum gushing out of the boys cock. He could feel Tyler still grinding down on his lap to get his cum as deep as he could. Fuck this boy is hot, he thought. He had no idea what happened before he got to Hunters place but if Tyler wasnt before, he was definitely pozzed now. They both started to come down and catch their breath. "So fucking hot boy. You good?" Tyler used his arm around Greg to pull him into another deep kiss and ground down harder onto the cock inside him. Tyler was used to leaving wherever he was after he got off. Even though Casey lived down the hall he rarely stuck around after they fucked. But today was somehow different. Hunter and Greg had both fucked him and he had just cum a huge load. But he was still hungry for more and he was going to fight the guilt that always arose that told him to leave now. Greg pulled back to look at Tyler. "You are sexy as fuck. God damn." Tyler just smiled not quite sure how to respond. He felt his hips being raised slowly and understood and lifted himself off of Gregs cock and the couch. Greg got up and went to the kitchen. Tyler could hear the water running and soon Greg came back around the corner with two glasses of water and a roll of paper towel. "Here get some water in you. We just had a work out." He handed a glass to Tyler and put the other down as he ripped some of the paper towel from the roll. He sat back down next to the boy and began cleaning the cum off of the boys torso, crotch, and legs. To Tyler there was something so sensual about this. This man who already got off was still taking care of him and was meticulously cleaning him as if he wasnt just some stranger he met that day. Finally, after multiple rips off the paper towel roll, Tyler was clean. "Damn. That was some load. You always cum this big?" Greg asked. "No. Guess it was a special day." He smiled. "Me too. I do have big loads but today it just felt like a weeks worth. You just turned me on so much boy." Greg cleaned himself with some paper towel and then downed his glass of water. He put down the empty glass and then picked up the pipe and torch. "Theres still some left. We might as well finish it." Tyler didnt respond. He had been eyeing the pipe as he finished his water and was hoping Greg would offer. Greg wanted to get the boy even higher than he seemed to be at the moment. So did Tyler. Together they passed the pipe back and forth until it was empty. If the two had come down from their high after they came, this made up for it and then some. Greg placed the pipe down on the table and when he turned his attention back to Tyler he noticed the boy was stroking his hard cock again. He looked at Tyler and nodded in the direction of Hunters bedroom. "So you wanna see what the other guys are up to?"

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

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

This member is no longer here to get an answer to this question, but it was never answered and it seems to want addressing. What are the risks of something going wrong in letting someone remove your genitalia in a non-medical environment? 1. You can bleed out and die. 2. You can get sepsis and die. 3. You can get gangrene and die. 4. You can find yourself having to wear a bag to collect your urine. 5. You can suffer chronic pain for the rest of your life/feel nothing at all in that region for the rest of your life. I’m not a doctor, and I’m sure an actual health care professional could flesh out that list. Take a good, long look at a detailed diagram of the anatomy of the male human body in that area. It’s extremely complex, with various systems interconnecting and mutually dependent. Your genitals aren’t just superfluous dangly bits; your cock is also used for urination; your testicles produce hormones that affect your health in important ways. Making the decision to remove them without careful professional medical consultation is deeply unwise. Actually having them cut off in some Dom’s basement is deeply crazy.

Part 2 I didn’t cum in him. I knew if I did the shame and fear would hit me, so I pulled out and stood there dripping with piss and panting with lust. He stood up and kissed me, his chubby body warm against mine. “My name’s Alex,” He said. “I want your piss later” Then he winked and headed off into the gloom. It was filling up with naked bodies now, mostly older men, and it was beginning to smell of sweat and piss. I found my beer and drained it, then headed off to the toilet. It was a small space with basins and a single cubicle on one side and a steel trough on the other. Two or three guys were in there naked and stroking themselves. An old man sat on the filthy wet floor in the corner, his spindly body wet and dripping. As I came in, he opened his mouth showing blackened and stained teeth and beckoned me over. I stood over him and he grabbed my cock and guided it into his disgusting mouth. He didn’t suck, just held it there and mumbled “piss in it.” I hesitated as the others moved into watch. All my instincts were against it. All the things we are taught as children about using a toilet and not peeing ourselves kicked in but then, with a shudder I let myself go and felt the warm liquid fill his mouth and surround my cock. He guzzled and drank greedily as I pissed and at the same time I felt my inhibitions go and the glorious sensation of being dirty and wicked as I pissed in his mouth. By the time I’d finished, I was hard again and he began to suck me off but, again, I didn’t want to cum so I pulled free of his grasping fingers. I stumbled outside, grabbed another beer and found a stool to sit on as my breathing slowed and my heart stopped pounding. What had I become? I had no real idea what went on here until now. And yet, my cock was still hard and I could feel myself smiling crazily as I thought about what had happened. Someone came and sat on the stool beside me. I turned and saw it was the Asian guy and next to him stood a short, balding man with tit rings and a large scorpion tattoo on his upper arm. “Ok?” Said the Asian man loudly over the music which had been turned up. I nodded and sipped my beer. The bald guy said nothing but stared intently at me. “He’s got a nice arse!” He said to the balding guy. “I came in it earlier.” I blushed and sipped my beer as the man with the scorpion tattoo grinned in a wicked kind of way. His cock was big and fat with a large ring in the end and as he saw me looking, he started to stroke it until it started to stiffen. “Like what you see, mate?” He said in a gruff voice. I didn’t really know what to say and just nodded. The Asian guy leaned close to me and whispered in my ear “You know my cum was poz, don’t you?” I felt my heart lurch. Although the chubby young man had said he was toxic, he could have been winding me up. To hear the man himself tell me and knowing it to be true was something else. And yet….it was exciting to know the risk I was taking. He saw my face and laughed. “He wants it bad, Jim!” Jim’s cock was erect, thick and long with a drool of pre-cum hanging off the cock ring. He took my hand and put it on his penis. “That’s it,” he said. “Give it a good feel. Do you like my poz cock?” My hand trembled as I encircled the heavy, warm erection and touched the heavy steel ring. I couldn’t help stroking it and I felt my control going. “Come on,” Said the Asian guy. “ Come and get fucked.” He got up and led the way towards the toilets. I hesitated, but the balding guy slid his hand over my arse and stuck his finger in me. He must have had some lube because it slid in easily and then he worked it in and out. “Nice.” he said.”Go on then.”

I don’t regret any of what has happened. It really has made me who I am today. I’m great full.

PART II Note: I'm sorry that it took so long for me to post it, but my English is not that good and I had to translate it. Now the story... When I turned seventeen, my father started dating again. Since my mother started treatment, he was very much on his own, so I was happy for him. The new girlfriend was giving him excitement to get back on track. But that meant that again I was getting less attention than necessary. My father would usually spend the weekends at her house and I would be alone. Pablo always called me to stay at his house, but I was already thinking that it bothered him too much. With all the attention he gave me, his sex life was certainly not the best. So, after a while I started to decline your invitations and be alone at home. My life came down to going to school in the morning and spending the afternoon at home jerking off while reading reports from people living with HIV. Some things I learned from reading these reports is that the person who wants to be contaminated needs to be very sure beforehand, because it is something for a lifetime. But after she makes the decision, it's pretty liberating too. The first stages after contagion are the most complicated, because the person has a kind of flu, which shows that the virus has started to multiply in your body. But if the person starts treatment soon thereafter, she can live long years and decades without major concerns. And sex certainly becomes better, because a condom, whether you agree or not, is something that gets in the way and decreases lust. I tried to masturbate a few times using a condom, but I didn't even come close to cumming. I thought that was totally boring. And after you already have the virus, what else can happen? It is the worst thing transmitted through sex, all other diseases can be treated and cured. And everyone who is dealing with this needs to have regular checkups, so it's easy to find out if you've got anything else. And that is when total freedom arises. Having sex without a condom and without major concerns. Having sex with anyone you want, without knowing the right person, and without having to worry about anything. The freedom to feel it raw, to flood another guy with your spunk and also to be flooded with his seed. I wanted that. And the hornyness that I felt imagining myself being pozzed was something that always made me explode when I came. Of course, most of the times I imagined my neighbor doing this to me, but I also put myself in the place of the bottoms I saw in the videos. People at school didn't know about my sexuality, so I wasn't really close to anyone. I was that type of student who talks to everyone, but who doesn't really have any close friends. That special person for me was Pablo, and he was not at school. My eighteenth birthday was fast approaching and I was in no mood to celebrate. I had no family in the city besides my father and no one at school that I would like to invite as well. So, when my dad went to his girlfriend on Friday, not even remembering that my birthday was on Saturday, I realized that I had made the right choice not to make a big deal. I spent the entire Saturday at home, lying in the living room watching TV, as usual. It was about nine at night, I had just showered and was lying in my pajamas watching another episode of the series, when the doorbell rang. It was Pablo. “Hey, birthday boy”, he said. “You remembered?!”, I said confused. "Of course I did," he said and I realized he was a little drunk. “Aren't you going to ask me in?” "Sure, come in", I said. When I closed the door, he gave me a huge bear hug. The man was almost six feet tall and I wasn't that tall, so I buried my head in his strong chest. The truth is, I hadn't felt well all day and I was happy that at least he had remembered. “I wanted to come earlier to bring your gift, but I spent all day thinking and making some decisions”, he explained. “Sorry for leaving you alone on your birthday.” "You are here now," I said. "I am," he said without letting me go. My cock was already growing with that hug and it was impossible that he wasn’t feeling it, so I decided to break the contact. “Where's my gift?”, I asked walking away. "That's what I had to think about today," he explained. “I don’t understand.” “Phillip, I have looked after you as if you were my son for years, but that is not what you are. And I know that you don't see me as a father either, you feel horny about me.” “No, I ...” I tried to argue, but I had no idea what to say to him. “No need to be embarrassed, because I also feel horny when I see you”, he said hurriedly. “Do you?”, I asked doubting. “Of course I do, you grew up to be a beautiful man, but you were always my boy, so I never saw you like that, until the day that ...” “What a day?” I asked anxiously. “The day you saw me fucking that guy at my place.” “Did you know? I’m so embarrassed!” “He saw you at the time and told me that we were not alone, so we did a show for you to see.” “I had no idea ...”, I said blandly. “I thought you were scared, that you didn't understand, but when you talked about my tattoo, I realized that you were smarter than I thought.” “Then why have you never done anything before? Why are you just telling me that now?” I wanted to know. “It's still difficult, I had to drink to build up the courage to have this conversation with you. And there was the fact that you were a minor before.” "But I'm not now," I observed. “No, you are not.” He then closed the distance between the two of us, held my head tightly and gave me a deep kiss on the mouth. I had never kissed anyone before, so I let him guide me and explore every corner of my mouth. His hands roamed my body, feeling and spoiling me, so I found the courage to do the same, placing my hands on that body that I always wanted to touch. As much as I had been working out for almost two years, my body was nowhere near as big as his. His arms held me tightly and I felt those muscles tighten. The curve of his waist, the hardness of his chest, the six packs of his hairy belly. Everything was a paradise under my hands. Then he broke the kiss and said: “You sure you want this gift?” “Yes,” I said. “We can use a condom if you haven't decided yet, if you think it's too early.” “I want to, I'm sure. It would happen someday anyway and I prefer it to be you.” “You can't go back; my viral DNA will stay with you for the rest of your life.” “All I want is to have that part of you always with me.” “You will be the mother and I will be the father of the bugs that will grow and multiply within you.” “I saved my virginity for you to do that.” “I'll give you what you always wanted, but not here. Let's go to my house, I want to fuck you in my bed like you saw me fucking that other guy.” It was difficult to take my hands off of Pablo, I was afraid that breaking the contact he would give up everything on the way to his house, but I took the key, locked the door and followed him to his place.

I hate poz seeds being wasted. ☣️😈

Not everyone goes out on weekends drinking. Not everyone who does spends a fortune on drinks when they do. You are speaking from a narrow window of experience. You mentioned that you used to spend half a year in the US and half in the UK at the time. That alone puts you in an economic stratum well above an awful lot of people for whom a transatlantic trip is more of a lifetime-savings event and not something undertaken seasonally. I have a couple of younger gay friends who have entry-level jobs and for them, two nights out a month at the bars and a limit of $25 each time for their drinks is doable but pushing it. Your blithe assumption that "oh well, they can afford $70 a month" may apply to you and your income level but not to everyone else's. And as I said, YOU knew where to find a doctor that would provide a non-approved drug for you. Not everyone does. What I find mind-boggling is the assumption in everything you write on this topic that your personal experience is the do-all, be-all, end-all of what the rest of the world encounters and therefore anyone who points out a flaw in your arguments insofar as they apply to others is just wrong. The difference between me standing by what I'm saying, and you standing by what you're saying, is that I take into account that some people's experiences may be different from mine or yours. You do not.

Chapter 2 It took about 2 days for me to get a response from the as and I was surfing the web for Poz stories to help me with the idea of being Poz for the rest of my life. I looked up many first hand accounts of many guys who converted and how they feel it has changed their lives for the better. Looking through I saw how allot of guys described how they felt when the fuck flu hit and how They kept having more sex that it just made them hotter for it. While reading my email pinged to tell I had a new message and it was from the house boy ad. I got immediately hard when I saw this and that I was to come down and see them for an in person interview. They asked me if today would be fine and I was so happy to say yes. They gave me the address and told me to wash out and be there in an hour with nothing on when I got to their house as well as to not jack off during the time either. I was super excited and turned on my cock was throbbing. I was in luck that I hadn't jacked off at all today and was happy so I could show off how much I can cum if it came to it. I jumped into the shower and scrubbed all over and made sure that my ass was as clean as it ever was. I slipped on some basketball shorts and a tank top since they would be coming off anyway and slipped on my flip-flops and got in my car and headed on over. When I got to the address I was in utter shock. To say this place was big would be an understatement. It was a huge mansion that wrapped around the whole property and there we a half dozen sports cars lined up along the front of the house. I drove up to the gate and pressed the call box and when I was asked my buessness here I said I was here for the house boy position. There was no response but the gate opened for me and I drove up to the front door and parked. I stripped naked there in the car to leave my clothes in the car and walked to the door and knocked twice. When the door opened I half expected to see a nude butler but instead to my surprise was a hulking God of a man standing naked in front of me with the biggest cock I have ever seen before. This man would ruin my ass with this monster of man flesh and I started to leak precum thinking about him wreaking my hole. He saw me looking and laughed to snap me out of my trance. There will be plenty of time for that later son let's go inside to start your interview. His voice was soft and kind with a nice base to it that left me weak at the knees but I followed him into his home. We walked through a hallway covered in art and expensive antiques I was in awe of everything around me. We got to the living room and I was greeted by all the other house members. Each man was extremely fit and all were naked with large cocks thatade me gulp with fear and excitement. They all introduced themselves to me and they instructed me to stand in the middle of the living room floor. They each walked up to me one at a time and started to touch me all over. They all put their fingers in my ass and swirled it around and then sucked on it as well as put it in my own mouth as well . They all tweaked my nipples making me moan since I am jelly when that happens. They all saved tasting my cock and balls for last and each of them seemed to be pleased with my body. Alright now that the first part of the interview is over let's get to the next part. Now as you read the three of us are hiv Poz and the other is full on aids are you ok with that? I nodded very quickly causing a round of smiles from the others. So you know you are going to be fucked by all of us bare until you convert as well and you're ok with this? I shook my head even quicker that time causing more smiles and this time chuckles. We went over what my duties were going to be again and I was told I got the job and that if I had anything at my house that they would get a mover over and get all of my things and I would start tonight. I was so excited to hear this I jumped into my new bosses arms and kissed him square on the lips. Realizing what I did I stepped back dipped my head and said I was sorry master. He walked over to me and put his finger under my chin and said it was fine we all love to make out and you're not a slave you are an living employee and you don't even need to call us sir either just by our names. I was happy to hear that and I asked what I needed to do first for them and the response was not expected. We felt if you got the position that the first thing we would do is celebrate the best way we knew so we got a good old fashioned pozzing sex party in your honor. We need to get rid of all that neg sperm and replace it with Poz so tonight is about you. I was scooped up and carried over to what looked like a ball room that was instead a dungeon room for tonight. There were about a hundred or so older and younger men already in various stages of sex. They all stopped when they saw us and when I was placed on the pedestal in the middle of the room they all started to applaud and I knew this would be my life now

I would pay anything to be fucked by Peto Coast

Part II The parade had been a hoot and getting to ride in it after hurting my ankle was kind of cool too. Wearing nothing but my jockstrap made me a little uneasy but hey, when you hurt to try things sometimes to get a lift. LOL As we crossed the finish line my new buddy told me to just hang on a bit as we were going to head back towards the start a ways to where they had set up a small camp for sales of gay pride items. That way I wouldn't have so far to walk to my car. My ankle was still hurting somewhat, so that sounded pretty good to me. We probably went back a good half of the distance to the start then. My buddy had hopped on the float too and stripped his other clothes off too, down to his jock too. I noticed he did have the same tat as the others and seemed to look to be in better shape than I had thought. Should have known from the way he had basically tossed me up onto the float when I first hurt my ankle, but now I could actually see. We both hung onto the same support bar and were again just passing the time talking about basically nothing. A couple of times we hit bumps or had to brake for other traffic. My buddy, being somewhat behind me, bumped up against me those times. I didn't pay attention until much until some jerk pulled out from a stop sign right in front of us and our driver had to hit the brakes pretty hard. I and my buddy were somewhat thrown on each other, and with laying on my back. I then noticed that I registered his hard which was rubbing up against my ass, which was essentially naked, as the jock strap I was wearing was open in the rear. We gathered ourselves back up and I turned slightly and glanced down. Yep, he was definitely hard as a rock and from what I could see through his jockstrap bulge, he was also very very big. He saw me look and seemed to be somewhat embarrassed. He told me he was sorry about that, but his busy schedule for a while now, had not let him have time for any sex and he was afraid the bumping against me had done him and he couldn't seem to control it rubbing up against my butt. I laughed and responded "No problem. Sorry, I turned you on for nothing though." "It wasn't for nothing as I enjoyed it, even if that's all that happened," he remarked, adding that my ass was really nice and firm. A few minutes later he remarked he would find a way to put his tool to use. We both kind of laughed, at which point he remarked "My boyfriend has been somewhat ill and is at the encampment awaiting my return." He also went on to explain his boyfriend just felt a little out of it, and in any event, and had felt neither up to the walk nor to the ride. He had probably helped set up their stuff though. He told me it would be about 16 tables in somewhat of a circle and they then set up poles in the center with tarps to make a place they could get into and rest or whatever without being seen from outside. We soon arrived at their camp and it did look nice. Away from most traffic but close enough to not be out of the way at all too. It had the tables in a circle, signs about almost anything gay and tops of tables full of things and customers and in the middle a circle of tarps just like he described it to me. He helped me down from the float but putting weight on my ankle still hurt like hell. "Why don't you come in and rest a bit longer and have a drink before walking to my car?" 'What the hell', I thought, I might as well, especially as I had no idea where my friends had gone. He led me in and introduced me to some of the others, and gestured for me to be seated, and asked what I wanted to drink. "Coke would be nice," I replied. "Be right back," he remarked as he disappeared into the kitchen. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes he returned, a Coke in hand, along with a towel in which he had packed some ice for my ankle. He pulled another chair up and had me put my foot up and placed the towel on my ankle. He sat down and we drank our Cokes and talked some more, then he excused himself and said he better help sell a little. He went and another of the guys he had introduced me too came and sat down and we talked a while too. After about an hour my bud came back carrying another Coke for me and asked how I was doing. I stood up and tried a few steps and had to admit it was feeling a lot better but still a little tender. He told me I should just walk around a bit and get used to it before heading out. I started to walk around the center tarps then as he went to wait on another customer. I walked somewhat slowly around looking at their wares as I went. I came to the opening they had made in the tarps to get into them. They were pretty well hidden from view from the tables and they had also taken the precaution, I noticed to not have any goods for sale for about a four or five foot section of the tables there. As I was just starting to go by, I came to an abrupt stop, as I could see from this point behind the tarps. What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. There was some sort of swing hung from a frame, and a guy was laying on his back in the swing as another guy stood between his legs. Obviously the one man was fucking the other. I stood there, my mouth agape, I'm sure, for a minute or so. 'Wow', was all I could think. I had never seen two guys having sex before, and it had never occurred to me they would go about it in public. From their moans, however, it sounded like they were both having a good time. I turned to leave, and almost ran my new buddy down. He quietly remarked he was checking to see if I was or wasn't still around, and then he grinned and asked if I was enjoying the show. Then he chuckled, remarking the look on my face was precious. "That's the first first time I've ever seen two guys fucking," I explained. Taking me by the arm he answered "Come here, a sec," leading me right into the middle of the tarps. I have no idea why I let him lead me in there, but I stopped dead once there: not only were there the two guys at the swing but there were two wooden tables nearby on which four more guys fucking, two on a table. I stopped and stared with mouth open. 'What the hell?' was all I could think. "We don't just only come in here for rest but for fun, also," my buddy remarked with obvious satisfaction. Again he laughed again at my look, adding it must be quite a shock to a straight guy like me who had never even seen gay sex before. I had the presence of mind to reply "Sure, it's a shock, but go ahead if you want." I turned to leave, only to step on something with my bad ankle and all but fell almost on top of one of the tables, almost tipping it and the two guys off of on the ground. My bud grabbed me from behind to steady me, as I made my excuses to the two guys I had all but knocked to the ground. A few second passed before I realized my buddy cock was pressed-up against my ass, and that he was about as hard as he had been earlier on the float. "Are you okay," he asked, although I noticed he didn't move away from my body. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just stepped on something," which, as it turned out, was one of the guy's shoes. My buddy had pretty much picked me up off the ground again and then turned to set me down away from the table a little and his huge cock was against my ass the whole time till he set me down. Again, as I turned I looked down he again laughed, and remarked "Sorry about that. Guess that ass of yours just turns me on!" I returned his laugh, and added "It sure must!" Changing the subject, he asked "You want another Coke?" "Sure," I replied. As he turned to get it he then asked if I drank any alcohol. "Sure, Rum and Code is my favorite. The 151 proof stuff that, although strong, seems to me to be smoother." "I think we actually have some of it" he remarked as he began searching through a small cabinet. "Hey, yeah, we do have some," and with that he brought me an ice-cold can of Coke and the rum. I opened the Coke, took a big swig, just to make some room for the rum, and then poured a healthy quantity of rum into the can. He also made himself a drink, and we stood there drinking and chatting, although I couldn't ignore the reality of what was happening a scant few feet from where we were standing. After a minute or so the sounds from the table demanded my attention, and I turned to see the one man was apparently cumming inside the other man. Both men were moaning in pleasure and I could even see that the bottom guy's cock seemed to jump and he started to cum all over himself and he hadn't even touched his cock. 'Amazing', I thought, 'the two guys seem to be in another world'. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. My buddy put his hand on my shoulder and whispered to me, that he thought they were making more noise than normal and probably just showing off for the new guy, me. I looked at him and we both started laughing.

I've always had a thing for straight and bi guys, especially closeted. Some website had an interesting married guy wanting to get with me. He said he was a bottom, wanting to get fucked, but "safe only." He had no picture, but his stats sounded good, and doing married guys was hot. We checked two or three times over a month or two, and we just couldn't get it together. Then one afternoon I received a message on the site that he was going to a hockey game that evening and wondered if he could come over afterward for fun. He knew from my profile that I had a massage biz that I did from my apartment. I used the second bedroom as the massage room, just the right size for the table along with some other stuff around the room... small tables and such to work my clients and have all my massage gear at my fingertips. Planning ahead, I reluctantly hid a condom with my massage stuff, wondering how I could get around the safe sex thing. When he arrived, he was a good looking, a bit stocky (which I sometimes like), dark brown hair, hairy chest... and the wedding band. 'Oh yeah, I've gotta find a way to breed this one' I thought. I anticipated he would be hesitant and stand-offish, but he wasn't. Instead, inviting him back to my massage room, he couldn't strip his clothes fast enough. Nice. And I got a good look as his round ass. He didn't bother with preliminaries, he stood at the foot of the massage table and bent forward, grabbing his ass cheeks and spreading them. I started fingering is hole, dry at first, but I always have lube within reach. I slowly lubed him up, taking a bit of time so he could relax and not panic. I worked a finger in, then two. He was already groaning a little, and I hadn't gone even half way to our destination. Here I was taking my time and he started begging me to fuck him. He looked back and said, "Your going to use a condom, right?" "Oh, of course man. No problem," I replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. My mind was spinning as to how to blow my load in him. I tore the condom open, and as I'm looking at it, I figured out what to do. He was face down, after all, so I had some latitude if I was swift. Instead of rolling the damn condom onto my 7 inches of cock, I unrolled it and flattened it out. I wrapped it around the base of my cock, like a band-aid around my cock. I could hold it in place as I worked my raw fuckpole into his ass. If he wondered if it was on, reaching back, I would make sure I was buried deep in him so he would touch rubber, not skin. I lubed up and put some pressure on his puckered hole. He virtually pushed back onto me, tight at first, but relaxing quite quickly. I wondered if he had done this a lot before. He was groaning louder and louder as I slid in and out of his hole. I could only imagine him taking my load home in him to his wife, telling her that the guys wanted a beer after the game. He loved the fuck, but sure as I thought, he reached back suddenly, reaching to feel the rubber. My timing was good, planted deep in him, he could feel the rubber thinking we were protected. But then I started wondering how I was going to blow in him and him not feel it. I pulled all the way out, holding the wrapped condom in place with my left hand and doused his hole heavily with lube, most of which I pushed in to get him feeling wet. "Gotta make sure we're not dry here," I said. He didn't question or reply. As I increased my pace, he groaned more, and then started saying, "Fuck me. Fuck me deep." That pretty much got me ready to blow my cumload in him, but I slowed down to plan the final workaround. In massage, I didn't use oil, but a professional massage cream, white and about the consistency of cum. It was in a pump bottle on the table right behind me. I went back to concentrating on breeding this closeted bi stud. He was busy stroking his own cock as I pounded him. I almost said, "Want this cumload in ya?" but realized it might tip him off. I replaced it with, "You need a good fucking, don't ya?" "Oh hell yeah," he replied. "I've been wanting to get fucked for so long..." I could no longer hold back, and told him I was going to cum. I could feel my load well up in me, holding back slightly to ensure a real deep shot in his ass. I buried my dick deep in him, pushing my balls tight against his manhole and unloaded. I'm sure I shot several ropes of poz cum in him, and hoped he didn't think it was unusual to be feeling so wet inside. He was just moments behind me in cumming... stroking and still begging me to fuck him deep. I could feel his ass muscles tighten just as he was shooting his load all over the floor under him. We were both trying to catch our breath. I thought I'd better pull out before he caught his breath and started paying attention to reality. I withdrew and quickly unwrapped the flattened condom as I reached behind me for the massage cream. I opened the rubber up and squirted some cream in it, then worked it down to the tip. 'Real enough,' I thought. Then I pulled the condom a bit like a rubber band, snapping it like it was being pulled off my poundpole. I just held onto it as he recovered from his climax, slowly getting up and turning around to face me. "Fuck, that was awesome!" he said. "But I got so wet inside. You had the condom on, right?" I just held the condom out and showed him "my cumload" in it, but didn't hold it for long. I just tossed it into the waste basket. He nodded yes. "You probably just had a lot of ass juice in you, that's all." I knew he had no clue on it. He asked to step into the bathroom to wash off, and as he stepped in, I got a washcloth from the closet. He didn't close the door as he wet down the cloth and washed his cock and balls. He quickly swiped his asscrack and tossed the cloth into the sink. "I need to get going," he said as he quickly dressed. "If I'm home too late she will suspect." He headed for the door, throwing his jacket on and digging for his keys. "Thanks man, we can maybe do this again sometime, yeah?" "I hope so, drive safely going home," I replied. He nodded and was gone. I was still naked, and still hard from knowing I blew my load into him. I went back into the massage room, looking at the floor where he shot a big load of cum, several streams of baby batter wasted on the floor. I couldn't help it... I grabbed my dick and jacked another load out as I relived the breeding.