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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.

Guyz it’s time for another London breeding party and we’ve got a cute 29yr old neg sub ready to share around. He’s 9.5stone light 5’10” tall. Last tested neg in June. those of you who attended last time - you’ve got first call on this one. if you missed out last time PM me directly. as a reminder these breeding parties are for the over 45s only. date and location to be confirmed once we know who’s coming

Shawn Mendes was a world-renowned singer and jock heart throb. He got requests from men and women to sleep with them everyday, but he typically turned them down. It was not smart for celebs to go around getting sexed up with everyone who offered. One thing that everyone threw into question was Shawn's sexuality, everyone thought he was gay. This rumor was dispelled by Shawn and his managers on multiple occasions, but Shawn knew that at night, once everyone had gone fo bed, he would pull out his phone and jerk to gay porn. He always thought that one day he would finally fuck a guy, but everyone his age was such a douche and all the old men were creepy and gross. That all changed one night after a concert. Shawn was approached by an older man, atleast 60, after one of his concerts. He had bought a VIP ticket, which was a bit strange but Shawn had seen a lot of strange things on tour. "Hey, that was a great concert," the man said. "I'm John.' "Hey thanks, John!" Shawn said. "I'd really like to get to speak with you more about your music. I work for a major record label and am out scouting some of the world's best talent. That was strange, Shawn thought. He's already famous. "Hey thanks man! I think I'm stuck in my contract right now but maybe a few years in the future," Shawn replied. "Ah I understand. You're a very handsome boy, hope to see you again sometime," John said as he shook Shawn's hand. Shawn was unexpectedly pulled in for a quick peck on the cheek. "See you...later," Shawn said kind of embarassed. Glad that's over, he thought. After Shawn's show a week later, he was approached by John later. Fuck not this creeper again, Shawn thought. "Hey," John said. "Hey John," Shawn said. "You know that mention of your contract, that wasn't a request. I talked to your manager this evening. I'll be taking over your tour starting tonight." Shawn went slack jawed while he shook John's hand and all of a sudden was pulled in again, but this time on the lips. "I'm sure you'll find that I will make you a very special boy," John said while giving Shawn a very sheepish smile and walking off. That was weird, Shawn thought. The next morning Shawn had to begin answering to John, his new manager. His schedule changed a lot. There were many more early mornings and random tasks being assigned. Why on earth was Shawn doing John's laundry?! He thought. John entered the room, "Hey Shawn, I've been thinking." "Yes?" "Well, I need you to refer to me as sir, but that's besides the point. I want you to have a choice in who is your manager since you seemed somewhat taken aback by it when I gave you the news." "What do you mean?" Shawn asked. "I mean I will present what your contract implies and you will decide at the end of the week whether or not our partnership is good." "I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?" Shawn asked. "Well, no," John said. "But I do value input." At that point, John put his hands in his pockets just wide enough to stretch his lapel and open shirt revealing a small tattoo on his chest that Shawn couldn't make out to see what it was. "Now, I can tell you are quite uncomfortable. Is that because I kissed you?" John asked as he zeroed in on Shawn, getting closer. Shawn was speechless. "I'm guessing that is a yes," John said. "You see, part of the contract that your old manager signed you off to me in included being my lover, taking care of me, and becoming part of my family. I know it may be shock, but experiments in the music industry have really been working out in the long run for a lot of young singers." Shawn was speechless. "You don't have to say anything," John said as he took Shawns hand, cupped his chin (John stood a good 2" over Shawn), and began kissing him. "Your assistants have already begun moving your stuff into my house and my trailer. Should be ready to move in tomorrow night." Shawn was still speechless, he has gone a bit slack jawed. "If you don't have any questions about your contract, you may leave. You have some packing to do and the Music Awards tonight," John said. With that Shawn turned and left. Fuck, why was he not able to say anything? And with as fast as he wanted to get out of there, why was he walking so slow? He'll just sleep this off, he thought as he went to take a nap. But instead of napping, Shawn found himself looking at porn on his phone, not just any porn, daddy porn. And as soon as he came all over his abs, he heard himself moan: "John." Shawn awoke from a nightmare just in time to get ready. He had been leaving the Music Awards and couldn't find his way home. Instead he found himself staring at a bunch of old men, all staring at him wearing a very tight plaid suit as if he would walk through the space they parted for him. He shook his head thinking, this knew manager is just a bit weird. Changes like this happen to young stars all the time in Hollywood. He'll have a new manager soon enough, right? Shawn got up and got ready for the Music Awards tonight. He was surprisingly excited to spend some time with the rest of the team all dressed up. Shawn's stylist had picked a new suit for him to wear on the red carpet. When she took it out of the bag he saw that it was plaid....wait, fuck, plaid just like in my dream, he thought. He shook his head, it's nothing, I probably remember seeing her show me pics of it at one point. At the show, something was off. Shawn was not saying much, was very passive on the red carpet, and found himself being nervous for tonight. He didn't crack many smiles for the camera unless the cameramen told him too. John had also prepared a couple things for him to say about his music if anyone asked. He was doing very well, very... obedient. After the red carpet was over, Shawn's manager pulled him aside and told him that there was a plan for after. He had a special after party to be at that Shawn would join him for, the limo driver will take him right there, and "Don't worry, the will be a camera man following you around with a small teleprompter. We're working on getting a new tour video up so just follow along." Shawn was speechless after John walked off. After the awards show, Shawn went down to the street and got into the limo. Fuck, he thought, why am I do nervous over an after party? he thought. The limo soon stopped, Shawn got out of the car, buttoned the jacket of his tight suit, and heard the driver say John told him to tell Shawn to go upstairs. Shawn expected a mass of fans outside snapping pictures. This wasn't the case. He was standing in front of a large building that looked otherwise abandoned. Not wanting to be the superstar known for breaking a contract, he timidly went upstairs. It was dark and the floorboards creeked. What the fuck is this, Shawn thought. Then he could hear something the higher he went. Lots of men talking. Ok that sounds like a party, Shawn thought and walked slightly faster. Then at the top of the stairs Shawn saw it and his heart sank. Shawn was speechless and went slackjaw as he found himself looking at the same crowd of men he saw in his dream. All the voices stopped and faces turned towards him, parting the sea and revealing a sling (he had only seen in porn) and John standing in the middle. He sported his slightly overweight and wrinkly naked body and Shawn finally saw the tattoo on his chest. He recognized as a biohazard tattoo. The cameraman appeared in front of him as the lights turned off behind him and dimmed in the room. He slowly began to walk forward, step by step, closer to his fate. All you could hear was the deep click of Shawn's boots on the floor and the slight rattle off chains. When Shawn got to the front he slowly turned around. His heart was racing, face flush, and stomach full of butterflies. He noticed words come up on the teleprompter and began to read them off. "My name in Shawn Mendes, I'm an internationally renowned singer/songwriter, 22 years old, and recently was sold to my new manager, John. Tonight I will officially bind to my contract. I will be fucked by over 50 men over the age of 50, all...HIV positive..." Shawn swallowed and couldn't believe what he was reading. "All of these men are in different stages, several of whom have...late stage AIDS..." Fuck, why couldn't he move. "The video will be released and my new career as a...porn star will begin." FUCK! This is what sleazy John was up to. Shawn was speechless once more and went slackjaw as more lights turned off. He slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket and gave his hands up to two men he could no longer see and felt what he thought were small boxing gloves being put on them. Then he felt a gas mask get lowered onto his head and he could no longer see. He was gently picked up and lowered into the sling, a whole was cut in his trousers, the men smirked when they found he wasn't wearing underwear, his feet and hands strapped to the chains, and a long tube attached to the gas mask. One man began to feed Shawn a steady stream of poppers through the mask as he felt himself lose control of his body. John stepped up, shoved his massive cock in and came inside him after just a few minutes. Other men all began to step up, Shawn was unable to hear all the words they were yelling, see the men who was fucking, and very soon he couldn't even feel the cocks inside him. All he could do was breathe in more more poppers. Shawn went from being an anal virgin to taking lots of toxic cocks. "Yeah charge this slut up!" "Give him AIDS!" "Oh yeah, let's get him a couple strains and superconvert him!" Man after man ravaged Shawn's hole for the next six hours. Just before Shawn passed out, he felt himself get free of the sling and the gas mask removed. He stumbled when he stood up but regained his balance quickly. He buttoned his tight suit jacket while the men all cheered for him. He couldn't believe this was happening, but it was. And he strangely found it...arousing. "Come with me," John said. Shawn followed to a well lit room across the hall where he was shown to a chair. A tattoo artist was placed on a stool. "Unbutton your jacket and open up that shirt a bit more." Shawn did as he was told and before he realised it, he now had a biohazard tattoo right in the middle of his chest. Fuck, my career is over, he thought. He buttoned his shirt back up, stood up and... Wait ... Was there something inside him? Fuck! They stuffed him with a buttplug to keep all the cum inside me. Shawn's heart sank, but he felt relatively excited. What is wrong with me, he thought. "Turn around," John instructed. Shawn buttoned his tight jacket and did as he was told. He looked at himself in the mirror and could see the new tattoo through the open shirt he was wearing. "All your fans will soon know the truth," John said. With that, he cuffed Shawn's hands behind his back, escorted him out into the daylight wear lots of fans and media were watching, and he was forced into the limo. The media will have tons of questions later. The next week, Shawn's concerts were pretty much empty. It didn't matter though, he got a bad case of the flu and had to cancel the rest of his tour. Then his new career began. The end.

That when I ask “ass?” If it’s not to my liking, I block. Two can play that game...

It's hot for me...

Perhaps I should explain. I spent a 30-year career in the U.S. National Park Service. Our National Parks are set aside because they are our national treasures. The men and women who devote themselves to protecting those treasures and the people who visit them aren’t police just doing police work - they’re NPS Rangers who believe in their Mission and view their park as one of America’s sacred places. What’s more, National Parks are places where people bring their children, because they’re National Parks. That places an additional imperative on rangers to make sure they don’t become places that attract vice. So if you’re thinking of coming to Yellowstone and whipping out your cock in public view to try to time your cumshot to match the eruption of Old Faithful - don’t expect that to end at all well. People in green and grey will come for you.

Well, if you’re ever in Manchester...😈

you beat me to it! damn you! After reading the headline, I started humming the Mulan song and checked to see if anyone had already replied this. sigh.

This one?

It is not you. It is Covid. Even most of us who chase hiv and are willing to risk contracting other std's that may occur are avoiding Covid to protect not only ourselves but others. I hope all this ends soon because I am fucking horny as hell!

Last night having the day off on Friday I was cruising for loads online. One regular hung aggressive top messaged me and said he would be over in 20 minutes. He said to be ready and have my pussy up. He is a top that loves to get his cock absolutely as deep as possible. And he is a solid 8 inches. So he came over and I was pussy up and ready when he got there. He fucked me hard for 10 or 15 minutes then mounted me and put that not deep in my hole. Just where I like it. so then about an hour after he left a top who visits periodically messaged me and said he was in town. He is a legitimate 9+ inches. Sexy as fuck and in great shape. He came over and fucked my pussy hard for about 50 minutes. Lots of poppers and was in fucking back hard. Took several videos. Ended up putting his load deep in me. After he left I basically curled up on my bed and moaned for about the next half hour. I thought to myself that was one of the best fucks ever but I can’t take that beating regularly so may not be able to see him again. So now today after he sends me the videos I am hoping to put my pussy up for him again tonight.

Part 5 - On Display James was on all fours on the blanket the instant Martin released his grip. His athletic body stretched into the pose with ease, showing off the tight abs, solid shoulders, and athletically tapered waist. Martin watched him get into position, then Liam dutifully started to popper the young man up. James lifted his ass toward Martin, his balls dangling in the breeze beneath his sweet hole. The hot rush of the poppers rolled through James’ body. It felt like warm, bubbling water rushing through his insides, across his abs, then his ass, down his thighs, and then back along his calves into his feet and toes. His heart was pounding. He started to move his mouth toward Liam’s long dick, but Liam met him halfway, gagging him in his enthusiasm. James was trying to get control of the blow job when he felt the hot, firm pressure against his hole. Martin had generously lubed his hole while blowing him, and his ass was suddenly very hungry for cock. Martin slid all the way inside him, filling him with the heat of raw cock. James heard himself moan around Liam’s dick, and his body filled with immense satisfaction at being taken by both these men. A weird thought flashed in his head – I’m young enough to be either one of their son. That thought excited him further, and he groaned as Liam and Martin fully spit roast him in the dunes. He was in heaven! Martin was enjoying putting on a show. There were seven or eight people watching from close by. James’ hot body was displayed on all fours with he and Liam bookending him. He almost laughed at the thought ‘the creamy middle of the cookie.’ And creamy was exactly how Martin planned to leave James. He started fucking with long, deep strokes, the sound of skin slapping against skin obvious even outdoors. He hadn’t fucked in the dunes in many years – he’d probably been around James’ age –and was feeling the thrill of being watched while he used a hot boy’s ass. A few of the men watching had pulled out their dicks and were jerking off to the live porn. James felt a sharp slap on his ass that sent a lightning bolt through his body, adding to the thrill he was already feeling. He was being pounded outdoors with guys watching! His old boyfriend was controlling and would have been horrified to see him showing off his body for others, let alone being fucked. Martin’s raw cock was intoxicating, making him feel so full and energized. He felt the hot hardness gliding in and out of his waiting ass, the bigger thrusts pushing him deeper onto Liam’s dick in his mouth. He was trying not to choke, and was hoping to get Liam’s dick out of his mouth, but Liam had put it back in each time. James knew he had lost control of the situation, and that turned him on. He had Martin’s raw cock in his ass, and started craving his load. He wanted Martin to leave part of himself inside when he was done. I know I shouldn’t – he’s poz. But he’s already bred me this week, so what does another load matter? But because of Liam’s cock stuffed in his mouth, he couldn’t tell Martin how much wanted his load again. Martin buried his dick deep inside James’ velvety ass, then pulled out and started shifting his legs from kneeling to get on his feet and crouch behind the young piece of ass. James sat back a little, using the moment to escape from Liam’s cock in his mouth, and look back at Martin. Martin saw a pleading in those young eyes. “What do you need, James? What is it you really, REALLY want right now?” James was breathing heavily. “I want you to load my ass!” “Fuck yeah, boy. You need my poz load inside you.” “I really need it!” Martin looked down at James’ waiting hole, “I can feel your ass begging for it.” Martin thrust forward, hard, burying his dick deep. James winced and grunted, but did not shy away or try to escape the sudden penetration. He arched his back, making his ass more available to the older top. Martin grinned maliciously and mounted him from above; James grunted and moaned as Martin drilled his ass in a new way. “Fuck yeah, you’re gonna be pozzed in front of all these guys.” James felt another thrill go through him. He was being used in public. He never thought he would be into this – he may have even been judgy about it in the past. But now that he was on display and being used for everyone’s pleasure, he understood the addiction. He felt Martin’s cock drilling into his ass, the head banging against his prostate. He was bucking backward to claim every inch of Martin. Martin felt the rush going through his body as he pounded ass, the pressure building again inside his cock. He could feel their audience’s anticipation. Finally he let it go, his toxic juices spewing deep into that hot young ass. He let out a sorta bellow mixed with grunts as he kept pumping his dick in the tight hole, and he could see his own cock lathered in his seed. His legs trembled a bit as his upper body spasmed. He let his dick slip out as he took a step back and stood up, stretching his screaming leg muscles. He watched as James collapsed into a half-curled position, his ass still raised to the air, panting from his own exertion. Martin grabbed both ass cheeks and spread them wide; the young hole was lathered in cream. James rolled onto his side, looking up at Martin. “Oh my gawd. That was amazing.” He was still breathing heavy. “I didn’t want it to stop it was so good.” “You’re not done yet,” Liam said from the side, stepping onto the blanket and kneeling in front of James. He was stroking his long cock, slicking it with fresh lube. “You have at least one more load to take.” He looked at the crowd gathered round them. “Any takers?” Liam asked the crowd. A bit of panic started to seize James. “I will,” came a familiar voice. Kenneth stepped up, his dick hard and curved upward. “Roger’s not the only one who can fuck bare,” he said quietly, probably more so to himself, as he knelt down on the blanket. James felt himself rolled onto his back by Liam’s strong arms. He was still riding the emotional high from Martin, and the world felt somewhat surreal to him in the moment. He was aware the older blonde was repositioning him on the blanket, but wasn’t sure what to do about it. He felt the cool glass of a small bottle shoved into his nostril and the other one being pinched off. “Take a good, long hit. Just do it,” Liam commended. A renewed rush was just begun to fill him when he saw Kenneth between his legs and the familiar pressure of a hard cock at his hole. I don’t think I want this, he thought, but the unformed words disappeared from his lips as Kenneth stimulated his prostate. A small whimper was all the sound he made. James was flat on his back, looking up at the sky; oddly he realized he was still wearing sunglasses. “Just relax,” Martin said from somewhere beside him. “This is what you want.” Kenneth plunged his dick down into the waiting hole. He signed deeply, satisfied that he was going to have the younger man’s ass after all. Kenneth fucked James with a steady rhythm. His style was noticeably different than Martin’s and lacked any of the thrilling energy. It was pleasurable, but nothing amazing. Still James moaned softly, Kenneth’s cock starting to feel better in his hole than it first had. He looked down the length of his body, seeing Kenneth is a slightly new way. His body was decent looking, with some hair across his pecs and running down to his bellybutton. His moppy hair fell in his eyes as he fucked. He started to move his pelvis side to side, his cock moving at new angles inside James. “You like my dick?” “Yeah,” James replied without thinking. It’s not a bad fuck. It just doesn’t compare with Martin. Kenneth began fucking faster, sitting up straighter and pulling James with him into a slightly awkward position where his legs with perpendicular to the ground. James was still aware he was being fucked outdoors with onlookers, and that kept him sexually stimulated and wanting more. “I’m gonna breed your ass!” Kenneth declared and fucked faster for about 30 seconds before unloading into James. He thrusts were short and punctuated by hard breaths, which subsided quickly. Kenneth pulled out and stepped away a moment later. James felt his chest being massaged. “I imagine that was disappointing after my cock,” Martin said softly into his ear. “Where’d you go?” “I was here. He just jumped in really fast.” Martin leaned in and kissed him softly, then more deeply. James settled into the kiss and ran a hand across the older Brit’s impressive chest. “You looked so hot getting fucked.” “By you or him?” “Yes,” Martin grinned. “Liam wants to take you next. I want to see him mount you.” He stroked James’ cheek. “You want that too, don’t you?” Martin was irresistible. “Yeah, I do,” James answered.

I applaud all the men who are brave enough to discuss this sensitive topic and share their personal experiences. I only wish that I had similar stories to tell.

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.

I dont believe that Hillary Clinton sips baby blood to get high. I don’t believe that Bill Gates wants to use the COVID vaccine to geotag everyone . I don’t believe that socialism means that countries are destroyed and their population taken to concentration camps. I am a rational person who believe in facts and logic. It appears there’s very few of us left in the USA but by sheer definition, I am a Democrat. And if a guy I am going to fuck tells me he is a republican I tell him to have his mom use a dildo on him cause I am NOT touching them. Never been horny enough to have to deal with any of them.

@9ofthebest

Mentioned in another post. I've been blowing a str8 buddy for a while who asked what fucking boy's ass felt like. He seemed genuinely curious so next time he was due to come to mine for a blowjob I asked my boy, Drew to be there as well. We got naked and me and Drew got on our knees and sucked my buddy. As I was deep throating my buddy Drew stood up, next over the couch and spread his legs. I stood up and led my buddy by his cock to stand behind Drew. I told him now's your chance to find out how amazing Drew's ass is. He hesitated so I told him to shut his eyes and Id guide him in. He pressed his cok on Drew's hole and I kind of pushed him in - Drew is easy to penetrate but tightens up when your in. As soon as my buddy wa inside Drew the male drive took over and he pumped Drew hard with a big grin on his face. He shot his load inside Drew with s loud "FUCK YEAH" On his way ou /I old him Drew's ass is yours whenever you need it. He's been back twice and needed to persuasion to fuck my Boy. Drew is the only boy he's fucked so the next step is to get him inside a different lad. My buddy has never been faithful to his GFs and has always fucked around. I've told him that if all he's after is physical pleasure then there are legions of easily availably bottom boys needing to be fucked snd seeded. And they just ent your hard cock and your seed. II doubt he'll ever be emotionally gay but I reckon I can set him on the path to being a regular boy breeder.

After the old man came in me, I felt something give way in my mind. I don't know if it was the smell of poppers permeating the dark, sweaty atmosphere or whether it was the filthy loads I had already taken inside me, but I felt my body shiver with lust and a need to breed like I was in heat. The man stroking my head felt the change as I squirmed and slobbered over his cock. He raised my head and saw my swollen face and bright eyes and grinned at me, revealing sores clustering over his lips. "That's a good boy!" He breathed. "You're nearly there. Accept it." He raised me up and grabbed my arm. "C'mon." He said. As he pulled me towards the aisle, I tripped over my trousers and pants, leaving them on the filthy floor so I was naked from the waist down. He dragged me down the aisle to the toilets which were off to one side. I was aware of men following us, mere shadows in the darkness like demons from hell. There was no light inside, and the small area reeked of piss. He groped to one side, and dragged me into a cubicle and sat down on the pan. Then he pulled my head down onto his cock . "Suck it, bitch!" He whispered. I began to slobber over his erection, literally shaking now with lust and depravity. I felt bodies cramming in into the space behind me, fingers dipping into my cum soaked hole and excited whispers and the sound of zips being drawn down. Then the first cock began to slide into me and a fat belly was lifted onto my bare bottom. The man began to thrust like a rabbit, working himself quickly to a climax as the others urged him on. "Hurry up! Don't take all night. We all want a turn!" He grunted, his cock throbbed in me as he spurted, and then it was literally ripped out of me as eager hands pulled him to one side and another cock was thrust into me. I was lost. I felt my legs open wide, stretching my hole as wide as I could and pushing back in heat to milk their diseased cocks. I was in heaven or in hell. I didn't care. All I felt was the hands stroking my face, his voice saying "Good. Well done. Take them all." and troll after troll emptying his balls into me.

Or a dude that pays your bills and your rent LOL

I did not mean any disrespect or insult in my comment about not knowing names being trashy and I have a lot of anonymous sex in that fashion so I'm grouped in with all of that too. I tend to be a little self deprecating at times and didn't mean to pull everyone into an unintentional global insult.

I agree with FelchingPisser. With all respect, I'm a 'pup'; its intrinsic. Part of that is wanting 'Daddy'. I realize this begs for the 'abnormal' label from some, but lets face it: Normality is a myth. I've read psychology studies where they take on 'gay hookup culture' in the days before multiculturalism, and cluck and clutch-pearls about the 'disorders attendant ti the sexual-inversion disorder'..and then , I snicker, thinking about the reported 60% among the heteros slipping out on their spouses in quest of cock or pussy on the hoof, a mere generation later. All this, a mere 25 years after those august headshrinkers clucked over the bathhouses! In short, i just..I don't believe in 'normalacy', at all. I admit to a screwed up childhood..but, hell, 60% of kids probably have one with broken homes, and parents who go hunting strange whenever they can. I'm just not a hypocrite about things. I want a Daddy-figure in my life, for whatever reason. Thats my business, I think.

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'll always suck that dick clean after it's unloaded inside me!

Wonton is a Chinese delicacy: a small ball of meat or veg wrapped in a filo-like pastry, sealed with a twist which gives them their more colloquial name of lion's heads. I think they meant wanton. It's an easy mistake, but I do like the idea of getting it on in a bath of something yielding but edible... Oh, and it should be "be it known"... I do wish that when people come up with these pledges that they at least spellchecked them and then ran them over someone else for grammatical errors - otherwise I just can't take them seriously.

To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in barebackblowjobcheatingcumcuriousfuckmarriedpoppersspitstraight I’ve had my Android cell phone (and its associated number) for almost 18 months but I’ll still get text messages for “Mac.” Mac must be a big jokester because as I tell these fuckers that I’m not Mac, they never believe me. Never. So usually I begin spouting offensive Gay stuff a straight musclehead like Mac would never say. I have no idea who Mac is but through all the text messages, I’ve learned about him because folks have asked training advice, asked about his girlfriend, suggested he checked out this or that band, etc. The other day, I get a photo of a man holding a rather small large-mouth bass. I inform him that I’m not Mac and he’s got the wrong number. “Sure thing, you Jack-Wagon. Whatever!” He responds. “I’m not Jack either.” I answer back. “Okay then, Mr. Wagon to you!” The guy isn’t getting it. So I go blue: “Unless you’re someone who likes to suck cock, you’re barking up the wrong tree.” “Not my thing,” he sends back. “But you be proud of whatever you’re good at!” I hate people who love exclamation points: “I hold my own. And I swallow cum. Do you cum a lot?” “When I want to!” he responds. “I fuck ass really well,” I shoot back. “Especially a beefy ass like yours.” There was a long pause. He seemed to be getting that Mac might not be texting him now. Then I received an apology that indeed, he realized that I wasn’t Mac, that he was married and he thought we were just “joking around.” “Well, I’m not joking,” I typed back. “I’ll give you the best, most intense time you’ll ever have.” A pause, then: “My wife takes care of me. You should spend some time reading the bible. The lord can help change your life.” Fuck. One of those closet cases taking refuge in religion. But I went for it. “Does she swallow?” He kept saying how his wife was wonderful and beautiful and took care of him but never answered the question, which I always pointed out. Sometimes these Bible-thumpers can’t help but be honest, even about the most offensive shit like this. Finally he answered: “No. She won’t even put her mouth there.” “I would,” I said. “And I’d enjoy it.” The remaining content*fluctuates*between his religious guilt and the intrigue of having his cock sucked. I worked the details of my tongue and how it would feel, the sensation and how hard he would cum. How I would savor the flavor. How I would never say, “No,” to his requests. It took a little magic, but the male testosterone took hold and soon I was driving toward the man’s house. His wife was out of town, thus giving him the chance to go fishing on a weekday. His home nestled near a local lake. I arrived and could see just off to the distance his little boat tied to a dock down the hill from the nondescript*house in an older subdivision. A black, shiny Ford F-150 parked in the driveway and a dried-flower wreath on the door. He answered the door, beefy, solid, dirty blond and about 5-foot-10. He hadn’t shaved but it seemed like he’d cleaned up a bit, wearing a fresh t-shirt and basketball shorts. His handshake was solid if a little*hesitant. He invited me in and closed the door, locking it.” “I don’t know what to do.” “Just take me somewhere comfortable,” I said. “Maybe where you can watch porn.” “We don’t have any,” he said. “My wife won’t allow it.” “That’s cool,” I said. “Just someplace where you’re comfortable.” We went upstairs to what I figure was a guest room and he sat on the edge of the bed. I closed the door. On the cloudy afternoon, the blinds and sheers cut much of the light. I knelt in front of him and began to move my hand toward his crotch. He started to move away and say something, but I stopped him. “Close your eyes, lay back,” I said. “Just relax.” I resumed my massage as he did as I commanded. Soon I could feel his cock thickening as I reached up inside his leg and touched his cock on the outside of his boxers. It took a few moments before I had him lifting his ass off the bed so I could strip his shorts off him and begin a proper blowjob. He chubbed up to a nice six inches and thick, not too hard but not completely soft. A mouthful. His fuzzy blondish brown hair all over and unkempt. But I sucked him and licked his balls. I varied the speed and worked him all over, licking places he’d never felt a tongue. I moved my hands up under his shirt and touched his furry chest and found large nipples. One little touch and each stood firm and began to poke up. He even pulled up his shirt for easier access. He moaned and groaned as I began to work him into a frenzy. But I did not come here to make him happy. I did pause long enough to come up for air and actually lick his nipples. This was the first time I saw his eyes open and look at the man providing him so much pleasure and then clamp back closed. He kept his hands at his side, gripping the quilt on the bed. Then I moved south, back to his cock, around it and down to his balls and finally down to his taint, scooping around the back of his legs and lifting his legs up. Before he could protest, my tongue went to work. Pretty soon I was at his pucker and I worked it over well. He’d indeed showered and the smell of Zestfully clean along with the taste for he’d failed to wash away all the hint of soap. But I kept working the folds and added more magical spit in to filter out the flavor. His hole opened up like a natural bottom’s would, as I knew. And I poked a couple of fingers inside while flicking my tongue across the balls and other places that tickled his fancy. When I returned to the head of his cock, a pool of precum nestled in the hairy treasure trail and I knew he’d only need one more trip around the world before I’d be able to shove my cock in his ass. Nipples, cock, balls, taint, ass, taint, balls, cock and nips. By then, I’d pulled my cock out and lubed it with my spit. When I was at his nipples, I had his legs up and teased his hole. I then replaced it with my cockhead which slid inside easily. When it hit the second*sphincter was when his eyes opened a second time and he began to move away. I was ready for this. I grabbed his thighs and pulled down. “No,” he whispered. “Your cock says yes,” I whispered back. “But…” he began, almost seeming to cry, but I could feel his throbbing cock — now harder than ever — against my belly. “Just relax.” I pushed inside him again and this time past that opening into him. And then I hit the prostate. He gasped, as if he were dying and there were no air. This time he reached for my legs and actually pulled me toward him. Natural bottom. “OH MY GAWD!” His eyes flew open, but the pupils seemed to roll into the back of his head. Suddenly a ******* of clear liquid began to pour from his cockhead. I could feel a little throbbing inside his ass. I didn’t want him to cum yet so I remained perfectly still and purred at him to relax. The tenseness of his body soon left him and I began a small hip motion, rocking my cock a bit and fucking my raw cock inside his virgin hole. As I fucked this little straight boy, I picked up pace and felt him beginning to move in concert with me, but opposite, to allow deeper penetration. His eyes had shut but he was enjoying the experience. I reached down to my poppers, knowing his distraction wouldn’t notice so I could take a firm whiff of them. I did and felt my cum boil in my balls. I began fucking him like I meant it and he loved it. I spit on my hand as I neared by own orgasm and reached for his cock at the moment when I went blind with*ecstasy. My sperm flooded his guts and I loaded him with my DNA as I grasped his thick, rigid cock and began to pump. My other hand found his right nipple and I pinched — a little too hard. His ass clamped down as I pushed my spunk in him deeper. His first shot came as I opened my eyes. It went over his head, over the bed, across the room and splattered on the wall. The next six or seven came within short order and were less intense, but in the end a string of cum lined from his cockhead to the wall about seven feet away. As his breathing began to normalize, his hands came up over his eyes and covered himself in shame. I’d already zipped up and tucked away my softening cock, gently laying him down and leaving him in the darkened room. I didn’t speak to him as I left and I haven’t texted him. He hasn’t messaged me. Yet. 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As a total bottom my goal is to please the top......he can do whatever he wants and inflict as much pain as he wants and it is my job to take it because I am the hole for him to fill

Speaking as a bottom I love it when a top fucks me hard and rough making me yell out in pain as his cock drives into my ass. I want to know I've been well and truly fucked by the time he dumps his load in my ass. The best is when the top just uses precum and spit as lube so that when he's finished with me my ass is all red and puffy