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Thanks for all the kind comments! I'm guessing something like one or two more chapters after this. Part 19 Casey looked around and noticed that Tyler wasn't following them into Hunter's bedroom. At least not yet. He didnt know any of these guys before meeting them today. That made him nervous not knowing what they were into and expecting of him. He was high and not thinking straight so at the same time that he was feeling as horny as he had ever been, he knew that he was also as vulnerable. Where was that pipe? That seemed to help. As if he had read Caseys mind, Ryan placed the pipe up to Caseys mouth and lit it with the torch. "You feeling ok?" Casey nodded as he took a hit. Ryan kept the pipe at his mouth longer than it had been before and this was a big hit with a huge resulting cloud. "You have a pipe for each room?" Casey asked. Hunter laughed. "I still need one for the bathroom but I like to have fun." Casey smiled as Ryan gave him another hit. Hunter liked to see the two of them making this connection but he turned his attention to the bed where Chris was seated at its edge. Chris was torn. Despite the distance that developed between him and Tyler, Chris still cared a lot for the first guy he ever hooked up with. And in this brief moment when he was in his head, he felt like he led Tyler to something he didnt think of as a possibility. All because he had trusted Chris. Why would Chris lead Tyler to a pozzing? And earlier he saw Hunters cum leaking out of Tylers hole and now he was out in the living room with Greg. Even though he didnt really know Casey, Chris thought he could still save him. Maybe there was an excuse he could come up with that would force the three of them to leave before it was too late. But no excuse was coming. Nothing that would mean all three of them had to leave. Hunter cut off Chris' train of thought. Hunter ran his hand through the boys hair prompting Chris to look up at the naked man standing in front of him. At his eye level was Hunters tattoo. Hunter assumed the boy was looking at his hardening cock. "You want to give it a taste?" "Here take this" Ryan said. He was talking to Chris and gestured to hand him the pipe and torch. "Take a big hit first and then blow it on Hunters cock." Chris just let these men take him out of his self imposed guilt trip. He took the pipe and lit it and took a hit to forget. What was going to happen today was going to happen. Chris released any control he thought he had and worked on getting high again. Instead of blowing the hit onto Hunters cock, he blew it out and took another. Hunter was disappointed at first when he saw the cloud, but saw what was happening when Chris lit the pipe immediately after. "Nice. Get after that high boy." Chris took another big hit and then offered the pipe and torch to Hunter who took it and lit it for himself. As he took his first hit he felt Chris' warm mouth wrap around his cock and when he looked down, he saw the cloud spreading from his cock. To Hunter, there were not many sights that were hotter. He could feel his cock stiffening to its full potential in Chris' mouth. This was really only the second time Chris had a cock in his mouth. He was determined to be good at it and the focus that he gave to the task kept his mind off of the dread that hung over him that drifted further and further away with every hit and each of Hunters thrusts as he began to fuck the boys mouth. Casey and Ryan were locked in a deep kiss holding each other tight. Ryan looked over at Hunter and Chris and liked what he saw but wanted to do the reverse. He pushed Casey onto the bed and kneeled in front of him. He looked up at Casey and grabbed the boys cock. "Um I dont know what this is about but i cant seem to get hard. That never happens, I promise." Ryan smiled. "That's ok. It happens sometimes with some guys who smoke this stuff. There are other ways to give you pleasure though. Lean back." He pushed Casey down so that he was laying down on the bed with his feet still on the ground. Ryan grabbed Caseys legs and placed them onto his shoulders lifting him up a bit. Ryan started by licking Caseys balls which got an immediate response. "Oh fuck fuck" Casey lifted his head to look down at the man giving him a sensation he didnt remember feeling before. He had his balls licked before but it never felt like this. Ryan looked up to make eye contact with Casey but he didnt say anything. Instead he made his way down to the boys taint teasing it with his tongue. Casey squirmed and Ryan had to hold onto his legs to maintain control. He loved what he was doing to this boy. This was only the beginning, he thought. He pushed Caseys legs up a little higher and found the boys hole with his tongue. "Fuck!" Caseys yelp was sudden enough that even Hunter and Chris stopped what they were doing to make sure everything was ok. "Thats hot. You never get rimmed before?" Casey turned to Hunter and shook his head no. "Well you have an expert rimmer for your first time. Ryan definitely knows what hes doing." Casey was just panting, unable to put his feelings into any words beyond "Fuck." Ryan was planning to oblige. Ryan worked his tongue to penetrate Casey and the boys moans took a different tone. It was like a mix of surprise pleasure and hesitation. It made Ryan wonder. He had heard that moan before but only from a certain type. He lifted his head up and Casey immediately looked down with a look of disappointment. "You are so tight. Have you ever had anything in there?" Ryan was smiling. He hadnt expected to take a boys cherry today so this was an amazing surprise if it were true. "Nah I don't....I don't....you know..." "You wanna....try?" Ryan knew to be gentle here and not seem like he was pressuring the boy too much. Before Casey could answer, Ryan went back down and tongue fucked the tight hole. He didnt want to put any pressure on Casey but he wanted to be sure that his tongue was very convincing. He could tell that he was slowly breaking Caseys defenses. Casey was back to being incoherent just moaning at the pleasure. It would only be a matter of time Ryan thought. But when he replaced his tongue with a finger, Casey stopped and froze. He pulled his head up again. "No, wait. No, I don't think I'm ready for that." Casey was nervous. His high couldnt fog this moment for him. "Ok no totally. I'm just trying to make you feel good so if that doesnt do it, we'll stick with the tongue." He smiled and Casey responded with the same. As Casey dropped his head back down upon the bed, he made eye contact with Hunter who was still face fucking Chris. There was a look in the man's face that seemed almost conniving. Hunter kept his focus on Casey as he spoke to Ryan. "You know there is a way we can make him feel good." Casey didnt realize Hunter wasnt speaking to him. "What? Who? What are you..." Ryan looked up at Casey while responding to Hunter. "Oh? Well let's do it then. We're all here to make each other feel good." He got up from his knees and Casey propped himself up on his forearms. "What's going on?" He was confused. Chris pulled off of the cock in his mouth without prompting from Hunter. He knew what was happening. This was the last chance he had to shut this down. He could speak now or let it go. But he couldnt think of what to say. Instead he looked to his hard cock and continued stroking it slowly. His thoughts wouldnt become spoken words. He could deal with whatever guilt arose later. For now, he hoped there was a shot for him too. All this time since the last time he was in this house he could not stop thinking about the feeling of that high. Casey still didnt know what was happening even as Ryan was tying the band around his arm. It wasnt until Hunter approached with a syringe that he started to see clear what was about to happen. "Wait no wait. Whats happening?" Casey was moving to pull himself up off the bed. Ryan gently pushed him back down onto the bed by putting some pressure with his hand on the boys smooth chest. "Dont worry. This will just make you feel really good." "Just ask Chris" Hunter said as he held Caseys arm steady. "He knows how good this feels." Casey looked over to Chris who was standing and watching and stroking himself. At this point, seeing the needle and knowing what Casey was going to experience, any guilt or hesitation was gone. Hunter had just turned Chris from observer to accomplice. "Yeah this will feel great. Even better than the pipe." Hunter wanted to get up and kiss Chris. He knew those words would be enough to reassure Casey and sure enough Casey did seem to relax slightly. Just slightly. Ryan could tell that the boy was still tense. "Just keep steady. This will be over quick." Casey felt the prick of the needle and then saw his blood getting pulled into the syringe. He braced himself as he saw Hunter push the contents into his arm. Whatever he was worried about going into his system had to be put aside he realized. He couldn't go back now. He had no idea how to prepare himself for the effects of this shot. But there was no real way for him to prepare. Everything was happening quickly. He heard and felt the band being snapped off and then Ryan pulled his arm up toward the ceiling. There was a pregnant pause during which all the men almost held their breaths for Caseys response. But in a much shorter time than what it seemed to all four men, Caseys coughing fit started and was as dramatic as it was sudden. Casey clearly did not expect this to be the effect of the shot and was trying to figure out what was happening to him. Ryan just let him ride it out not wanting to interfere with Caseys body while it adjusted to the slam. "Fuck how much did you give him?" Hunter just smiled as he wrapped the band around Chris' arm. "Enough." He smirked at Ryan and then turned to focus on Chris. "You ready for yours boy?" Chris just nodded. He was waiting for this and couldnt voice that desire to anyone until now. A thought came to him as Hunter pulled a syringe from his case. "So you guys dont reuse needles or anything do you?" He whispered it so that Casey didnt hear. He knew it was too late for any action he even remotely considered taking to stop what was going to happen and didnt want to freak Casey out. "No these are cheap. Single use only." He knew what Chris was really asking. Hunter was never interested in pozzing boys with a syringe. He wanted it to happen with both he and his boy experiencing the pleasure of feeling his cum shooting deep inside the boys hole. That feeling could never be matched with the act of pushing the contents of a slam into a boys arm as he was doing at this moment to Chris. As Chris turned away from watching the needle being pricked into his arm he noticed that Caseys coughing fit was subsiding and was becoming something closer to a long moan. Ryan was back down on his knees eating Caseys hole out and the boys head thrashed back and forth with his eyes closed and mouth agape. Yeah, Chris thought to himself, Casey is no longer in this room anymore. He couldnt wait to go to that same place. Just at that moment, he heard the snap of the band being ripped off his arm and felt Hunter raise it to the ceiling. "And blast off" he heard Hunter say.

Last summer, when the first UK lockdown eased I was desperate to get out of the city for a few days so booked myself a pitch on a campsite. I got there late evening so pretty much just threw my tent up, ate and went to bed. The next day I got up early and took myself for a long walk. It was so lovely to be out in the countryside, particularly as it was a hot day and there were loads of cute guys with their tops off also out for a hike. I got back to the campsite at about 6pm and was really sweaty from a day of walking so I decided to go for a shower. The campsite has a shower block with a big gang shower for the men that would probably normally have enough showerheads for 10 guys. But due to Covid restrictions we were only alowed in 2 at a time. I waited my turn and when I finally got in there there was one guy already lathered up in the shower. I stripped down and took a shower as far from him as possible so we didn't break the rules. He was in his mid 30s, chunky but strong looking and hairy all over. I started soaping up and as I turned round to rinse off, I noticed he was staring at me with a big grin on his face and his fat hard cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. I got hard immediately! I gave him a little show and bent over to show him my hole so he could be sure what I wanted. There was a long queue outside so he asked which tent was mine and if he could come by later, when it was dark. I wasn't going to say no to him, I really wanted his big dick in me! We both dried off and went back to our tents. As I walked back to mine I noticed he went back to a group of tents with 4 or 5 other guys standing around them. I stoop outside my tent for a couple of minutes so he could be sure which one was mine and then made a quick bite to eat. After dinner I got inside my one man tent and read for a while. It was a warm night so I lay ontopof my sleeping bag in my briefs. It got dark around 10pm and I was reading by my head lamp for another hour before I heard footsteps outside my tent and the zip starting to move. He quickly moved inside and I turned the headlamp off to avoid giving the campsite an x-rated shadow puppet show! Before the light went out I saw he was just wearing a t-shirt and shorts. He whispered that I had a hot arse and he couldn't wait to fuck it. I got on all 4s and pulled my briefs down and he took no time grabbing my hips and shoving his face between my cheeks. His stubble felt great against them and his tongue was lapping at my hole. He kep stopping to spit on it and then worked it inside me with his tongue. It felt amazing! I was reaching back to pull my cheeks apart so he could get deeper inside me and he reached round and started to wank me off with my own precum as lube. After a while he stopped rimming me and I could hear him taking his clothes off. It was really dark by now so I couldn't see much. He told me to lay on my side and he lay behind me, spooning me. His cock was rock hard and rubbing between my arse cheeks as he rubbed his hairy body against my back and felt me all over. He asked if I was ok with bareback and I told him I wouldn't do it any other way. Then he lined himself up against my hole and pushed inside me. I was well lubed from the rimming and so desperate to have him in my that my hole put up no resistance. His dick was beer can thick and felt amazing in my hole. He fucked me really slow and deep for a while, pulling my head round so he could kiss me really deep and wet, with loads of tongue. Eventually he started to speed up and his breath got really heavy. He whispered that he was going to breed me deep and the rammed inside me, making me yelp! He convulsed for what felt like five minutes as he emptied his balls inside me. He kept holding me really close and didn't pull out. He stayed hard and asked if he could go again. I begged him to breed me again! This time he had me on my back and came again pretty quickly. He the played with my loose, cummy hole for a while with his fingers and kissed and me wanked me until I came. We fell asleep together, all cuddled up on top of my sleeping bag. When I woke up in the morning I was alone, still totally naked, with cum dried onto my arse and the tops of my legs. I reached round and fingered myself until the remains of his cum started to drip out of me. I collected as much as could and licked it all up off my fingers. Once I'd had breakfast, I went off for another walk. I hadn't had a shower do must have stunk of sweat and cum! I had to walk past his camp on my way out of the campsite and he was sat with his mates eating breakfast. They all gave me a round of applause and whooped as I went past, so he must have told them....I loved it!!

Has anyone ever met tops that literally say and do nothing that lets you know they're having a good time fucking, or you know they came in you? A quiet top once fucked me, said virtually nothing at all, just moved me into different positions, dick never left my ass. I noticed he occasionally stopped thrusting and stayed inside my hole, then started fucking again. After about 30-40 minutes of this I asked if I can help him cum or did he want to. He said he came in me 3 times already. I had no idea, felt nothing and he didn't even breathe differently that I noticed. He was about 8" really thick and his shaft had a lot of coarse hair up most of the shaft, so the friction was making my hole sore. Total, he came 5 times balls deep over about 1 1/2 hours. The next day his jizz flowed outta me! How about you?

Part 4 I must have been in the toilets for ages. Every time I tried to stand up from the basin, eager hands held me down, fed me poppers and pulled my cheeks apart to be fucked. I lost count how many cocks slid up me but, when at last they let me go, my arsehole was swollen and dripping cum which ran down my thighs. “Look at that! “ Someone said. “He needs a shower!” They laughed and led me to the corner and made me sit on the cold, wet tiles. Someone started to piss on me, the hot wet stream running down my chest and between my thighs, and then others joined in. A man grabbed my face, squeezing my mouth open and directing his hot stream between my lips. I coughed and choked, but he held me tight and I had no choice but to gulp it down. His piss tasted salty and it excited me again to be so depraved as to drink a man’s piss. It felt so wrong, and yet the nastiness of it made my cock rise rock hard as they pissed on me. At last the streams died away and I was able to stand on shaking legs. There were only a couple of men left now – old, thin with sticking out ribs and flabby sagging buttocks. One of them kissed me and I gagged at the taste of booze, piss and worse. The other was wanking my cock and pulling my hand around his waist. He jammed my hand between his thin buttocks and I fingered his open, wet hole. “Want to fuck him, darling?” The old man kissing me whispered in my ear. I squirmed as the bony fingers slid up and down my shaft and the skinny old bodies rubbed against me. “He’s my partner. I’d love to see your cock in him” One of them took my hand and led me back into the club, following the pale, skinny body of his partner. I looked at the wrinkled buttocks with the wide, brown cleft between and felt disgust and yet a sense of wicked anticipation. Just off to the right was an archway with a small, dark room beyond in which hung a leather sling. The old man got into it and raised his thin legs so his partner could put his filthy feet into the stirrups. He reached and pulled his buttocks apart as his partner smeared lube into the puffy, open hole. I stood between his skinny legs, rock hard cock pointing towards his gaping hole. I felt a hand on my bottom and the other man whispered in my ear. “Go on, darling, slide it in. Fuck him for me!” He gently pushed me forward. With a gasp of horror, I watched and felt the head of my cock slide easily into the slimy hole. “That’s it!” he whispered, pushing me with his hand. “Put it in him, dearie” I gasped as my shaft sank into the depths of the old body, the horror giving way to a sense of depravity. I didn’t know these men, and goodness only knew what bugs were up his arse, but I could only grab his legs and begin to thrust deliciously in and out of his warm, wet rectum as his partner offered me poppers and then bent to kiss the old man as I buggered him. It was dark in the alcove, lit only by light from the bar outside. I became aware of naked bodies coming and surrounding me. Hands caressed my chest, fingered my arsehole as I thrust back and forth, and a rough hand grabbed my face and turned me to meet a pair of slobbering lips and a questing tongue. I was engulfed in naked, sweaty flesh, kissing some man’s mouth drooling saliva as I fucked the old man beneath me and I knew how much such depravity excited me. It was as if I’d found my true self, fucking like a pig in the darkness and sweating bodies. My balls tightened. The poppers exploded in my head and I cried out with release as my throbbing cock spurted inside the old man’s arse, filling it with sperm which gushed back over my balls. I shuddered then stood back, watching my glistening cock flop out and drip cum onto the wet floor. The two old men stopped kissing and smiled at me. One mouthed “Thanks” and winked. Then I was pushed aside and a pudgy young man got into place and slid his stubby cock into the hole which was running with my cum. I stumbled into the main bar. It was hot and sweaty and very busy now. To my left, a man was on his knees receiving a shower of piss over his face whilst, at the bar, the barman was cleaning a glass with a bored expression as he chatted with a customer who was leaning over the counter being sodomised from behind by a large, bald headed man. It was a vision from some ancient orgy and I drank it in with disgust and excitement and a pounding heart. I was ready for more and set off into the throng of naked bodies to see what I could find…

I know it's bad form to cruise online when you are waiting for test results, but I guess that's the kind of whore I am. Besides, I was bored and nervous and needed to kill some time, so naturally I found myself on Scruff. Interestingly, there was this hot Latino guy who showed-up as nearby. Quite nearby, in fact. Less than 250 feet away. So I started a chat with him. Me: Wow! woof, you're cute Him: Thanks! you too. Me: Can I see your locked pics? Him: *unlocks* I look at his pics. His cock was uncut, about eight inches, and had a wicked down-curve. Me: Holy. Fuck. Nice cock! I know JUST where to put that! Him: It looks like you are close by. You at the clinic? Me: Yeah, I'm waiting for HIV test results. It's that time Him: Cool. glad you are getting tested. I'm a counselor here. Me: It must be hard to deliver the news and stuff Him: It's ok. It's important to be informed Me: Yeah, I guess it is. Actually, I can't believe I'm actually cruising while waiting for my results Him: It's understandable. We can't stop being sexual just because of HIV Me: Is it sick that I'm totally horny and want your cock right now? Him: Is it sick that I'm an HIV counselor and I want to fuck your ass right now? Just then the nurse came in and I had to put my phone away. She very perfunctorily informed me that I was negative, but would need to be tested again in six months due to recent sexual activity, adding that she would take me to the counselor to chat briefly about safe sex. With that she led me down the hallway to a private office where she introduced me to Michael. Michael, of course, was the counselor with whom I had just been chatting on Scruff! Oh, and Michael was HOT. He was probably about six inches shorter than me, had a slight, muscular build, but damn did he get the Enrique Eglesias looks! Plus he had a beautiful smile complete with dimples! I walked in and sat down as Michael closed the door. He shook my hand warmly and told me it was nice to meet me. We talked about my recent negative result and the fact that I could still be positive if the antibodies hadn't yet developed. We also talked about having safer sex and other diseases. Blah blah blah. Honestly, the standard preventive fare. When I got up to go we shook hands again and he said, "I get off in an hour... and would like to get off after that." What a line! He then rubbed his crotch suggestively while giving me an inviting smile. I grabbed one of his post-it notes and scribbled down my address and phone number, handing the slip of paper to him saying "I'm heading home right now and will be ready. And waiting." Sure enough he showed-up about an hour later, and I buzzed him up. Once in the apartment he wasted no time taking control by pushing me against the wall and making out. Then he broke off the kiss saying "Let's get naked. I don't have tons of time. I've gotta get home to my partner." "You have a partner?" "Yeah, does it matter?" "Well, no, not to me, but does he know?" "No, he thinks I'm a good boy, but I need sex. Lots and lots of sex." "Yeah, I believe you," I replied. Although his frankness was slightly unnerving, I was nevertheless turned on by the thought of his big cock fucking me, so I led him to my bedroom where we stripped. He pushed me down to my knees and I worked his cock. It wasn't super thick, but it was quite long. And the downward curve added a whole new dimension. Ordinarily I'm not much good at deepthroating, but fuck, Michael's cock was angling in exactly the right way as to slide down my throat, right past my esophagus. It felt incredible, especially as his foreskin provided dome extra smooth motion. After a couple of minutes he withdrew and gestured me up onto the bed, asking "You ready to get fucked? Where's your lube?" "In there," I replied, pointing to the night table, but adding "Umm, what about a condom?" "Do you really want to use one?" "Well, we just spent 15 minutes talking about safe sex, didn't we?" "Yeah, but bareback feels so much better, doesn't it?" "But you're an HIV counselor!" "So?" "And I just got tested AT YOUR CLINIC!" "And you were there getting tested because you are no angel, right? I bet you have been taking bare cock and enjoyed it but had a little scare which made you go get tested. Right?" "Umm...." "Okay, so some guys really get off on taking raw cock. I get that. I can't stop that. I can educate, but it really isn't going to change behavior. I mean, look at me? I know the risks and everything, and yet I love bareback sex." As he made these remarks he rubbed his cock head up and down my ass crack, teasing my ass lips. "You want me to bareback you, don't you?" he then asked, adding "It's okay to say 'yes'." "Yeah, kinda...." "So pass me the lube." "Are you neg?" "Nope, I'm poz." "Whoa, time out. You're poz and you want to bareback me?" Michael leans back from me and looks at me for a minute. He strokes his cock slowly, seductively, and doesn't say anything. Just stares at me. "Hell, yeah. Yeah, I do. I want to fuck that bubble butt of yours and leave my seed deep inside it. I want you to feel the throb of my cock as I cum inside you. I want to leave my DNA in your hole." "Maybe we shouldn't....." "Look. We both know you're taking raw cock. You've probably taken poz loads before, without even knowing. And I can see that you aren't turned off by the idea, because your cock is rock hard and drooling precum. You might as well just give in to your desires and let me give you a good fuck." "I'm just nervous...." "How about I warn you before I cum, and I can pull out if you want me to." "Um...." Then my body made its decision. I rolled over and got on all fours again, took a hit of poppers as he lubed his cock. And before I knew it, Michael was sheathing his eight-incher inside my ass. It was obvious that Michael had had a LOT of practice at fucking. He slowly, methodically fucked his whole dick into me from tip to hilt. Agonizingly slowly and pushing up inside my second ring. And the down curve was creating new sensations inside me. It was heaven! He picked up tempo and really started throwing all the meat to me. Hard. His curve kept popping up inside my colon, making me wince in pain every single thrust. He didn't care though. He told me to take it - to take his raw cock in my neg ass. "You know, I knew you were a cock pig if only 'cause you were on Scruff at the fucking clinic. I had a strong suspicion my cock would end-up being buried in your ass," Michael remarked. I chuckled in reply. Eventually his breath quickened and he told me he was getting close. I was actually getting close myself, because his cock was stroking the hell out of my prostate. I just moaned as he thrust away. "I'm gonna cum, man! Where you want it?" Michael asked. "Just keep fucking me!" "You fucking PIG! Here it cums! Gonna knock up this neg hole!!" "DO IT! Don't stop fucking me!" And then he flooded me. And when I say flooded, I mean FLOODED. I could actually feel the warmth and wetness fill my ass. He kept thrusting wildly and my ass just felt wet beyond anything I'd ever experienced. He was still fucking me hard and it started to run out of my hole and down my balls. I actually came about 15 seconds later, just from his fuck motion. My hole started puckering and grabbing his dick, making him go wild as I shot my load all over my bedspread. He parked his cock in me and waiting politely for my orgasm to subside, before eventually pulling out. As he did so, his curved cock dragged some of his spunk out and a big blob landed on my bed. Which he scooped up and fingered back into my hole. Moments later I came back to my senses and started mildly panicking, blabbering "Oh my god! What did we just do?" "We fucked. I bred you. You came no-handed." "We shouldn't have... I shouldn't have...." "Relax. Breathe. You just took a big step." "A big step to what?" "A big step toward coming to grips with your piggy side. You are a cum pig bottom. And that's ok. Better than ok, actually. It's hot." "I don't know if I want to be a cum pig!" "Dude, I've worked at the clinic for several years. I can spot a bottom pig a mile away. And you, my friend, are a bottom pig. Embrace it.' "No I'm not... I'm ...." "You picked up a partnered poz HIV Counselor at the free clinic, invited him over, and let him breed you," Michael replied with a laugh. "Oh god. I am a pig." "And it turned you on so much you came from it. And thinking about it right now is making you hard again." And it was. Michael had to get home to his husband, but he promised me that this wouldn't be the last time we fucked. And it wasn't. As he left, he said, "Now remember to get tested again in 6 months. We may have more to talk about after that one...."

Whenever I see a picture or video of some cute boy or a shemale sucking a big cock or getting fucked up the ass bareback by hung men I wonder if their father has ever seen the picture or video and if they jerk off to it. l have actually happened across a few that I am fairly certain are my son. Plus I have actually had a couple men send me emails telling me they fucked him and telling me what a slut my gay son is along with several pictures and videos of him getting fucked. At first I thought it was a bitter ex but then I noticed every picture and every video was with a different man. l already knew he was a bit of a slut but seeing the proof was still a bit surprising. Plus I have actually seen him with guys in the house, backyard and in a parked car. At first I was shocked and angry about the videos and pictures on the internet but now I admit I jerk off to them frequently. Any of you guys ever actually see your boy get fucked and if it was on the internet do you watch it repeatedly and jerk off?

I`m 20 years old and have some sexual experiences with men. But so far always safe. There´s this one guy i`m talking to who wants to have bare sex with me. He`s really attractive and i really want him to fuck me. I´m a bit nervous but also pretty excited to get fucked bare for the first time since I wanted this for so long now. I was just always to scared to do it. I´ll meet him tomorrow

Yeah, give me a well fucked experienced boy any time but I have broken in a few assholes and it's a privilege to give a young man his first eerience of cock. First let him know it's ok if he changes his mind - put him at ease - he's more likely to meet if he knows you're not gunna wrestle him to the ground and force your dick up his ass. When you meet, take your time undressing him, compliment him - his ass, body, cock. Kiss him, get your fingers wet and slowly insert your middle finger into his ass. Remember on his first time being penetrated even your finger will feel like a fence post! Get him used to having your finger in his ass - then 2 - stretch him gently using a ton of lube, then finally press your cock in his hole - it will be easier for him if he's on his back. Keep up the gentle pressure and you should soon slip inside him, keep pushing until you are balls deep - if he asks you to pull out - don't! Just stop and hold your cock in him. When your all in him, stop and let his ass get used to being packed with your cock. After 10 mins or so start with short strokes - he's not gunna want to take a hard shafting on his first time out so resist the temptation to power fuck his ass. Encourage him - "fuck your ass feels great." Fuck him gently until you're close then pump his ass full of your first load of sperm. Stay in him until your balls are empty, pull out and hold him in your arms, tell him it will be even easier next time

sex with annonymous strangers is part of the gay cultural imperative!And a big part of a healthy gay sexual diet....:)

Ok do I got to my goal of 50 loads in two weeks, my last two loads were in the dark room at wet on Wellington! both bred me one after the other it was so dark I didn’t even realize there was a second guy until the first grunted and whispered in my ear take my dirty load I was just feeling my hole so see how wet it was when I felt a hand on my ass as he guided his cock into my hole it was a good size by I’d been so roughly fucked earlier it hardly touched the sides of my gaping hole. He was so turned on calling me a whore that he’d hot in no time at all. I left the sauna with 8 loads I put I good sized but plug in my hole for the drive home I was having trouble keeping it in on the walk to the car.

Offering my bare hole to a total stranger at a gloryhole is one of the hottest things I’ve ever done. That’s why I kept doing it.

Our governor in California announced that everything will reopen on June 15. I hope Steamworks (in Berkeley CA) will reopen then. Unfortunately Watergardens here in San Jose California has closed forever.

I like a big ass on a man and it's usually the big boys with big round butts with nice deep trenches. Pounding a guy out and watching the seismic tremoring of fuck waves moving across a guy's butt gets my dick so fuckin hard it hurts. Another big plus is big guys are sturdy. Sturdy is great quality in a man.

Love anonymous sex. Love walking into a public restroom and waiting in anticipation as to who is coming in. What they are into, no names, no hassle, bend over, cock up me or in my mouth, grunts cums leaves, bye.

I prefer anonymous breedings. I would say 95% of the sex I have is anonymous. This is where I don’t know the man and we have little or no conversation prior to him breeding me. I have about 7 regulars that treat me like a cum dump and I like that too but just going into a video booth or bending over a tree in a park and receiving a mans precious gift is the best.

Aww I’m sorry, seriously, nobody likes plans falling through. But don’t worry: that just means it wasn’t meant to be. As others have already noted: it is a magical experience and you will enjoy every second. A couple quick important things, though: make sure to keep that cock as deep in your ass as possible while he is cumming inside you AND for the following few minutes if possible...even better if he continues fucking it deeper longer after he cums. Second: this is your very first time so try to keep the cum up inside you as long as you physically can. FIGHT the overwhelming urge to try and poop in the hours after. It’s a false urge, it will pass. Keep the cum inside you. Sex will never be the same for you once you’ve held a man’s semen in your bowels for 24+ hours. He is part of you now. Anonymous or not, he is part of you. Good luck!

Sometimes I think about the fact that out there in the world there are men who have been inside my body and know what I feel like inside, and not only do I not know who they are, there is no way now that I can ever know. There have been so many of them. Sometimes the only thing I know about a man is the way his penis feels as it cunts me, and when he’s done I don’t turn to look at him, and then then the door closes - and I realize that I will never know anything more than the feeling of his raw cock using me. In moments like that my purpose in serving men is clearer to me than any other time.

Nope, definitely not alone. For a bit of cum n go fun then heading to the gloryholes or getting in a sling at a sauna does the job just fine. Don't need to talk, don't even need to see their face. Just after cock and cum. And through it all there's a thrill about this total stranger in my mouth/hole and getting him to unload, before finding another one.

Sunday night I hooked up with an anon cum dump who was taking all summers at a motel. He had a big hairy ass so just what I needed. When I got to his room there were 2 men there before me. One was fucking him and the other naked and hard, masturbating and waiting his turn. The man fucking him was grunting like a bull, telling the cum dump to beg for his load - which he did - then the top pumped his seed inside him. He pulled out and the dude in front of me mounted him and started to fuck him. I was fukkin solid and stroking my cock watching him fuck. He too shot his load and pulled out, turned to me and saw "enjoy my load - he's got ton of sperm in him. I shoved my cock in his hole and, fuck, he was full of seed. As I fucked, the other dude's sperm leaked out over my balls then I shot my load in to him - I was the 7th man to breed him that night.

Melbourne Australia bottom versatile here looking for raw fun with tops and versatile men poz men to the front of the line. free daytime Wednesday7th Thursday8th Friday 9th April

Part 1 I was looking to see if anyone was needing a house boy online and I found one article that caught my attention. Looking for a young sexy house boy who does everything asked. Would require to move into the spare room and be a full 24 hour houseboy. Room and board are included and I need one that will be a great cook as well as a good cleaner and would be of service during all the parties I host. The biggest requirement of all is that the house boy needs to be Poz or if they are neg willing to convert to Poz. This is a house of hiv Poz men we have four men living here with hiv and one with aids and we all need a house boy that will take care of the house and take care of our needs as well when we aren't having a party. Of course this means you have to be at least 18 years of age and we would prefer you to be a total twink as well as a bottom if not vers. We will take care of all your needs as well and any you desire in the future. There is one more requirement needed for this position but will explain that during the interview if we decide to choose you. Respond to this if this will be you and send pics of your ass body and dick so we can assess you. I was shaking as I read through the article a second time and I saw my dick was rock solid and dripping as I read it. I could feel my hole twitch and couldn't move the mouse fast enough to the respond button. I gave all the info about me that I was 18 a total twink with no body fat brown hair and green eyes, a seven inch cut dick and a butt that you could bounce a quarter off of. I sent a few pics of me in a thong so they could see my ass and my body and dick and couldn't hit send fast enough. Once the response was sent I laid down and furiously started to jack off and finger my ass and shot the largest amount of cum that I ever have just imaging what would happen if they choose me.

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.

Well let me say— it’s been reopened for a while. Months ago, most of upstairs was closed off— but NOW, the whole thing is open. Masks are only required downstairs in the gym, lounge, front desk areas. I’ve never had any issues with getting my back pack in.

That's a real turn off for me, top or bottom. I have a friend who fucks totally silent and gets annoyed by verbal guys, I don't get it. I want to know that the other guy is into what's going on as much as I am. I fucked this guy a while back who just lay there with his legs up not reacting to anything even when I was pounding him really hard. It actually make me kind of uncomfortable, felt like I was boring him. Once it was over he said it was good, and he contacted me a few times after wanting me to come back, but honestly I felt I could have just as much fun with a sex doll.

I'm heading to Wet in a few minutes. Already have three loads in me from leaving door open all day... 🙂

Anonymous sex is the hottest by far.

OINK! So happy Eric might have a new man in his life!?

Fuck very very hot..... give that pig AIDS

This is hot as hell. Are there any video clips of this still out there? I remember one from years ago but I can't find it now.

I think making a public service commercial and sticking it on YouTube would get the Message out better.

@AirmaxUK - Thank you for posting those; I think both have a balanced perspective. It’s interesting that Vince Ferraro notes that while he chooses a choice of lace color to convey a message, he acknowledges that he doubts that there are many people out there who still recognize what the code represents. His short list of lace color meanings reminds me of the hanky code, and we all know how widely recognized that is now. The other article points out that deciding to distance ourselves from fashion coopted by extremists gives the extremists the power to distinguish themselves through fashion. I’m not going to give them any power. If I decide to wear something they consider part of their uniform, then I’ll gladly weaken the power that symbol gives them by doing the opposite of what they would do while wearing it. As I’ve written elsewhere, I got my left ear double-pierced before I learned that gays were supposed to “signal” with the right ear. I didn’t say, “Well, fuck,” and go back to the piercer, I’ve just carried right along taking men’s cocks ever since, and they still seem to find me. In our modern age, we live in an atmosphere saturated with signals - visual, auditory, electronic, overt and subtle, invasive and in the background. As an autistic, I’m more aware of this cacophony of signal than the average person because I have to actively filter it or it would drive me round the bend. Bootlaces are just another signal in a churning sea of signals, and a very weak one at that. Wearing a pair of Fuck-Me Boots isn’t all that potent a signal either, but in certain situations it might bring results, and I want to make sure I’m broadcasting Fuckability loud and clear.

Despite things being much more open from the Covid lockdowns of last year, I am finding the number of guys trying to hookup on apps really small. There's no cruising ground within an hour of my small town, so I have been going without a lot. But today, an old regular of mine hit me up. He's a young married guy in his mid 20s with a family; I have been sucking him off since he was 18, so I am guessing she doesn't do oral. He's a short, compact black guy with an average cock. He's filled out in the last few years, so he's built more like a swimmer than just a beanpole. We went back to my bedroom and got naked. He's always very tactile like a lot of caressing and spooning; sometimes he wants to kiss but not today. I went down on him until he was rock hard. After a few minutes of this, he flipped me over and rutted his spit-slick cock in my butt crack. I offered to let him fuck me; like always he said, "no." Then we were on our sides with him as big spoon while he worked my nips hard and stroked my dick. Then I was on my back getting my throat fucked. We went through this cycle 3-4 times. The last time he was banging against my butthole pretty good only needing a little more pressure to get inside. Finally, he fucked my throat until he was close and then pulled out and shot all over my face. He scooped what didn't hit my mouth into my mouth, and I swallowed the lot. I really think I am going to get him in my hole eventually. I am hoping he likes it enough to make that our main event.

Yes, would be totally hot to have a slutty cumdump as a boyfriend!😈☣️!!

Me I remember my first load in me mmmm it was great and remember my first load dripping along the leg working at work and the only thing I regret is the syph That didn’t get threaded

I would love to have a session like that!

Chapter 3 As we walked out of the door, several people were walking towards the door. I initially became aware of my appearance, wearing only the shirt and jockstrap, and then really focused on what was clearly written on the front of the shirt. I began to get nervous and wanted to run. But again, the meth took control, and I just kept walking. Several people made faces and comments and steered clear of the three of us. As we were walking across the parking lot, a couple of guys, not appearing to be together, stared intensely at me, eyeing me up and down. Their leering continued, and they each grabbed their crotch. Sir Y saw this and just told them, “He’s available if you want.” I was slightly shocked and frightened by this. They looked at Sir Y incredulously and looked at each other, and they nodded. Sir Y said to me, “Go around the building faggot, there’s a garbage bin area.” I looked at him and the other men, briefly apprehensive about what was going on. Sir Y’s face began to change, and I knew not to fight. I walked to the end of the building and turned the corner. As he said there would be, I saw a gated area that contained a garbage dumpster. I walked to the gate, looked back to see the four men walking towards me, and then opened the gate and walked in. The structure, a rectangular brick wall enclosure, provided several feet on each side of the dumpster. I walked in, and not knowing what Sir Y wanted me to do, moved about halfway in and got on my knees, immediately feeling the concrete scrape my knees. Sir Y, his friend, and the two guys walked in. As one of the guys started to close the gate, Sir Y told him, “It stays open or nothing happens. The faggot wants to be seen by anyone.” The guy who was closing the gate stopped and looked at the other guy. He just shrugged his shoulders and moved further in as he began unbuckling his belt. I watched as he approached me, followed by the other guy. Neither guy would be considered handsome and had slight stomachs. Before today, I would not have considered them as sexual partners and I doubt they would have picked me out either. The first guy to reach me pulled his semi-hard cock out of his denim jeans as he approached me. As he reached me, I immediately opened my mouth and he pushed his dick in. I began sucking him, getting him hard as he began to get more and more aggressive. He seemed to be about 6-7” hard and not overly thick; a nice average cock. He grabbed my head and began thrusting hard into my mouth. I saw the other guy move to the side, his cock hard and huge. He was watching and jerking what appeared to be at least 9” and as thick as Sir Y. Sir Y was watching and told the guys, “The faggot has a cunt too, not just his mouth.” The first guy pulled out of my mouth and said, “Get up faggot.” I stood up and knowing what was expected, turned around and bent over. The second guy moved to in front of me and grabbed my head, telling me to open my mouth. He immediately shoved his cock as far in my throat as he could. The guy behind me saw the base of the plug and tried removing it, only to get stopped barely after he began pulling. He asked Sir Y, “How big is this? I can’t get it out.” Sir Y told him, “Move” and then told Jose, “Take it out of him.” Jose moved to my ass and told the other guy, “Spread him open.” I felt my ass get spread wide. Jose then told the guy in my mouth, “Get ready to get your dick the rest of the way in the faggot’s throat.” The guy said, “Fuck yeah, this is gonna be good. He’s only got about 6” in, 4” more to go.” I felt Jose grab the base of the buttplug and laughed, “You asked for this faggot.” With the last word out of his mouth, he yanked as hard as he could and I screamed as the plug was ripped out of my cunt, stretching it hard and wide, painfully as he could. As my scream began, the guy in my mouth immediately grabbed the back of my head and shoved the remaining inches of his huge cock deeper into my throat, cutting off both my scream and my airway as my nose was pressed tightly into his hairy and slightly smelly crotch. The guy behind me said, “Holy shit, that had to destroy his hole.” Sir Y corrected him, “It’s a cunt. And that’s what he wants. Now fuck him or get going.” The guy moved behind me and I felt him slide all the way in. I only felt because his pelvis hit my cheeks’; my hole was stretched so wide at first that I couldn’t feel his dick. The guy complained, “Faggot, you better tighten that cunt for me.” It took several seconds, but I was able to clamp my cunt enough that he said, “That’s better” as he began pumping in and out. Sir Y told him, “Harder, fuck him like you know you really want to. Fuck him up.” With that permission, the guy said, “Fuck yeah.” He immediately went into overdrive, pulling out and then slamming back in, harder and harder each time. The guy in my mouth began pulling out and pushing back in, getting more intense each thrust. He told me to look up at him, which I did. He immediately spit on my face, telling me, “You want my cum don’t you?” I nodded and tried to plead as much as I could. He looked at me and said, with sadistic glee, “I only cum when I fuck, so this load goes in your cunt faggot. And it’s gonna hurt.” This guy, with no regard for me, asked Sir Y, “What’s the limit for this faggot?” Sir Y responded, “Do what you want to do.” The guy said, “Really? What EVER I want to?” Sir Y said, “Yes. Tell us what it is you want to do. Though I think I already know.” The guy in me chuckled and said, “Damn your nasty. I gotta take a mean piss, and I don’t want to pull out.” Sir Y said, “Then don’t.” I tried shaking my head, and tried pleading with my eyes. The guy looked down at me, smirked, and asked, “You want my piss, faggot?” I tried shaking my head but stopped when I felt him start pissing anyway. He laughed and said, “Who the fuck cares what you want faggot. Dressed like you are, taking a dick up your cunt out in the open, you’re in no position to say what you want.” He pressed his dick back into my throat and let loose. I felt the piss slide down my throat. I couldn’t swallow or spit it up, but just felt the hot piss going down my throat. After about 10 seconds, the flow stopped and I was thankful it was all over. He pulled his cock, still amazingly hard, out of my throat and into my mouth. He stopped with just the head in my mouth and told me, “Tighten your lips and don’t spill any.” Disgusted by what was happening, as piss play had never been anything I wanted, I reluctantly tightened my lips and he sighed as the piss began again. Now that I tasted it and was able to gag on it, I did. The taste was horribly bitter and very hot. I tried not to swallow, but he just looked at me and said, “Swallow it before it chokes you.” Again, now with tears of shame and disgust falling down my face, I began to swallow it, doing so as I simultaneously tried to not gag and throw up. I heard the guy in my ass mutter, “Disgusting faggot,” as he slammed into me one last, hard time. He groaned, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” as he began shooting deep in me. I clamped my hole as tightly as I could and he groaned again, “FUCK, tighten that cunt and work my load out. You disgusting fag. Just taking a load without knowing who it’s from.” After about 10 seconds of shooting multiple ropes of cum, he stopped and slowly pulled his softening dick out. The guy in my mouth finished pissing and slammed his cock down my throat one last time. He held me there, making me fear that he was going to kill me by not letting me breathe. He watched me intently, smirking at the fear in my eyes as I began to lose what little air I had. He pulled out of my mouth, laughing as I spit and choked in air. “Turn around and give me your cunt, faggot.” Without standing up, I maneuvered myself around, presenting my cunt to the 10” inch cock. I came face to cock with the soft cock that had just blown a huge load up my ass. The guy was looking around for something to clean his cock off when I opened my mouth. Sir Y told him, “Make him clean you off. He needs to learn that’s his role.” The guy just whistled, muttered, “Fuck,” and then slid his soft cock in my mouth. I was amazed that, though soft, his cock was still about the same length. I began sucking his dick, making sure to get all the cum, a mixture of his and Sir and Jose’s loads, from his cock and pubic hair, as well as his balls. In addition to the cum, I tasted something bitter and figured that was the taste of meth. I was so focused on the dick in my mouth, that I almost forgot about the monster dick behind. That forgetfulness ended as the dick was slammed into my cunt, this time slamming into that second hole before he could get balls deep. The guy told me, “Open that fucking hole or I’m going to.” I did not know how to do it and then the guy pulled out. I heard a moan from the guy in my mouth and felt him start to piss. “Swallow faggot, you seem to like drinking piss.” The guy behind me again slammed deep into my cunt, again hitting that hole deep inside. Sir Y told him, “Keep pushing, break him open.” The guy grabbed my hips and pulled me backward as he continued to push forward. I felt the head of his cock pressing hard and then felt it; the hole deep in me was finally broken open, and I felt his head breach it and the rest of his cock slide in. Sir Y told him, “Stay still, and wait until this guy is finished.” The guy in my mouth finished pissing and I realized I had swallowed it all, with no gagging. He slowly pulled out and spat in my mouth, “Damn faggot, that was hot. Swallow my spit.” I looked at him as closed my mouth, swallowed his spit, and said, “Thank you for cumming in my ass and pissing down my throat.” He looked at me and just said, “I can’t believe this.” He looked at Sir Y and said, “I was not expecting anything like this to happen at the DM fucking V.” Sir Y responded, “This faggot has been wanting this and is getting it.” I saw him hand the guy a card and say, “Text this number if you want him again. Feel free to share the number with anyone you want.” The guy took the card, looked at and said he would. He moved aside and began getting himself dressed so he could leave. He looked at his watch and said, “Damn faggot, you made me miss my appointment. I’ll have to make you pay for that next time.” I looked at him and said, “I’m sorry Sir.” Sir Y told the guy in my ass, “You still hard and ready to fuck?” The guy slowly moved back and forth in my cunt and said, “Just a few seconds to get fully hard again and yeah, I’ll be ready.” Sir Y said, “Good. We’re gonna record this.” The guy hesitated and said, “Record it? I’m not sure about that.” Sir Y looked at him and told him, “You’re gonna do it if you want to keep fucking him. Your face won’t be recorded. Just your dick as you fuck him and his face as you wreck his inner cunt hole. IS THAT CLEAR?” The guy said, “As long as my face stays out, hell yeah it’s okay.” Sir Y addressed Jose, “Get ready boy, I want you to catch some good video.” Jose grabbed his phone out of his pocket, set up to record and said, “Ready Sir.” Sir Y told the guy behind me, “Pull all the way out and let him get a shot of your cock and the faggot’s cunt.” The guy said, “Get over here and get ready.” I felt Jose move around me and get right next to the guy. “You ready?” and Jose said, “Ready.” With no further warning, the fucker ripped his dick all the way out of my cunt, with as much speed and force as he could. Sir Y said, “Good job, you know what he needs.” Jose said, “Fuck, you pulled his lips out; now he really does look like he has a cunt.” I groaned in pain as the reverse violation occurred, the pain from his cock head being yanked out from that inner hole was excruciating. Sir Y looked down at me and said, “I told you I knew how to open that inner hole. Now, tell me, and the camera what you want.” Jose moved back in front of me, getting a clear image of my face. “Please Sir, can I have another rock? I need more. Then please have the man behind me rape my cunt as hard as he wants.” Sir Y said, “That’s more than I was expecting, but since you asked nicely, yes.” Sir grabbed his baggie out of his packet and I was able to see it for the first time. The guy behind me said, “Oh, hell yeah. This is going to be fun. I had a feeling he was spun. Let me get him even more spun.” Sir Y opened the baggie and took out a piece. I looked at him and said, “Sir, may I choose one?” Sir looked down at me and said, “If you do, it better not be a weak piece.” I said, “It won’t be Sir,” and he handed me the bag, after putting the piece he had back in. Without hesitation, I grabbed the piece that caught my eye. It was the largest piece in the bag, about as large as the one Sir had given me in the bathroom. I looked up at him as he smiled, “You’re a fucking meth whore aren’t you?” “I’m your meth whore Sir.” He took the bag back and told me, “Give him the rock.” I turned as best I could, reaching my hand back, making sure not to drop the rock. I handed it to the fucker and simply said, “Please shove this in my cunt and rape fuck me.” He took it from me and said, “My pleasure cunt fag.” Jose, without being told, moved back behind me in order to capture this. The man told me, “Spread your cheeks so we can get a clear shot.” I reached back and spread my ass open. I heard Jose say, “Okay, he’s ready.” I felt fingers at my hole, and I felt the rock being rubbed around my cunt, slid in and pulled out. “Please Sir, shove it in me. I need it. Please.” “Ready?” “Ready.” I felt the fingers jammed into my cunt, shoving deep in as the rock was pushed in. I felt the scrape and the burn. I pushed back, wanting the rock as deep in me as possible. The guy said, “Fuck, you are hungry.” I realized as I reached the base, that he had three fingers all the way in, but I still needed more. Bigger. “Please, give me something big,” I said this as I began rocking back and forth on his fingers, slamming down each time. “Bigger? Like my dick back in your cunt?” I looked at Sir Y, who was looking down at me, seeming to already know what was going to happen. He nodded his head and quietly said, “Do it faggot.” I pushed back down the guys fingers and said, “Bigger. Bigger than your cock.” The guy asked, “What the fuck is bigger than…” and then paused. “Are you saying what I think you are? If so, you need to ask me. No you need to beg me.” “Please Sir, give me more. G-g-give me your fist. Fist my cunt. Fist my cunt out here where anyone can see.” “Holy fuck. I can’t believe it. You sure?” “Yes, give me your fist.” He yanked his three fingers out, pulling cum out with him. I felt him place his fingers back at my hole and I immediately started pushing back. I felt my hole stretch open as I rode down his hand. He pushed forward and his hand moved up into me. I could still feel the rock burning as it melted inside my cunt. I pushed back as far as I could, but could not get all the way down. He tried pushing, but there seemed to be no way my hole would stretch enough. Even as the meth took full control, and I rode up and down on his hand, my hole stopped at the widest part of his hand. Sir Y looked down at me and said, “You begged for this faggot, you better get it in there.” He tossed the guy a bottle of lube and said, “Get the rest of your hand lubed.” The guy moved his hand out of my cunt and poured lube on his hand and my cunt. Sir Y told him, “Get down on your knees faggot,” which I did. The guy behind me said, “Oh yeah,” and I felt him follow suit. Sir Y took the baggie out again and handed the guy another shard. “Shove this in him and give it a few seconds to get him fully spun.” The guy shoved as deep as he could, held his fingers in and held the rock to my cunt walls. I felt the burn start quickly and intensely. My head began to swim, and my ears began to ring. It got hard to breathe, and I coughed when I could not breathe. Sir Y said, “He’s ready. DO IT.” The guy pulled out, prepped his hand and pushed in again. I wobbled, but was able to steady myself and push back to meet him. Again, the hand was resisted. Sir Y got down in front of me, took hold of my shoulders and said, “Take it faggot. Take that man’s hand.” “Pull out.” I felt the hand pull out from my cunt. “All together on three,” Sir said to the guy. The fingers, with more lube, were placed back at my hole. “One.” The fingers slid in a little “Now.” Sir pushed me backwards as the man shoved his hand into my cunt. Without being aware of it happening, I was not prepared to resist. I screamed out as, with some resistance, the hand fully breached my cunt. “Oh fuck, please no. Take it out. It’s too much.” As if as one, all three men said, “Shut the fuck up faggot.” Sir Y looked at me and said, “You begged for this faggot, it’s not ending because you want to be a pussy. It ends when I decide it ends.” The guy behind me moaned out, “Fuck. My hand is in his cunt. Fucking amazing.” I continued to moan and whimper, “Please. Oh god it hurts.” I felt the guy start moving his fingers around in my cunt, causing even more pain. And then it happened. I couldn’t tell when, but gradually, the pain disappeared. He found my prostate and began applying pressure to it. The fullness moved from painful to pleasure. Sir Y saw the look in my face, my eyes rolling up as I moaned. “Give me the camera. Look at me faggot.” I struggled to focus. “Now faggot.” I was able to focus on him and the camera in my face. “Oh god, it…” “Tell us faggot.” “It, it…” “Faggot, tell us what’s going on in that cunt of yours.” “It feels so full, oh Sir, it’s so full.” “That’s what you begged for faggot. Isn’t it? You wanted his fist didn’t you. Were you so stupid and so fucked up that you begged him to shove his whole hand in you? Isn’t that what you wanted?” I groaned as the guy continued moving his hand, slowly turning it, pushing in a bit more, and then hitting my prostate again, eliciting another whimper from me. “Yes, yes Sir. I begged him to fist my cunt. I begged him to fist my meth whore cunt. I needed it.” “Yes faggot, you did beg him for it. Now, beg him for what you need now.” “Sir? What I need?” “Yes faggot, focus on that man’s hand in your cunt. Feel that meth in you, controlling you, demanding what you need. Now tell him.” I did as Sir Y said, focusing on the meth spiral I was in and the hand in me. The wall came down and I knew. “Please Sir, fuck me with your hand. Fist me and wreck my cunt.” As I said this, I pulled forward before pushing back on his hand, trying to get more of it in. “Oh, faggot. I’m going to give you that, and you’re gonna keep begging for more.” “Get the camera back here, you’re going to want this.” Jose took the camera and moved back. The guy pulled backward, stretching my hole to it’s widest as he rested his hand at the widest point of his wrist before sliding back in. He did this several times, twisting his hand each time. I continued to moan and whimper, but was also pushing back on his hand. I looked up and noticed a couple more guys standing at the gate, watching me get fisted, on my knees, in a garbage area. This is what I needed to be. I looked at Sir Y and said, “Thank you Sir. This is for you.” When I felt the hand in my cunt start to pull backward again, I pulled forward. This time his hand did not stop. I groaned as I pulled my whole cunt off his hand. Jose and the man both said, “Fuck, look at that cunt.” I reached back and felt it. The cunt was open wide and the lips were stretched out. Before anything could be done to stop me, I pushed back, slamming my cunt back over his hand, not letting it stop at the widest part. I rode my cunt all the way back and over his wide part until he fully breached me again. “Please, fist my faggot cunt.” For the next several minutes, he fisted me deep, pulling out and slamming in, going deeper and deeper each time. As he continued to hit my prostate, I felt an orgasm coming on. Sir Y saw the look on my face and said, “What do you want boy?” I looked him in the eyes and said, “ I want to make myself cum with his hand in me.” “Do it boy, shoot your faggot cum on the ground.” I pressured my cunt walls and rode his hand so that it continued to hit my prostate. Within a minute, I felt it. I groaned as my dick started spewing cum all over the ground. I whimpered in pleasure and the guy groaned, “Fuck dude you’re gonna break my wrist.” After what seemed like an hour of cumming, I was spent. My hole relaxed as I slumped face first into the ground. The guy slowly pulled his hand out and with one last effort, he said to Jose, “Final wreckage.” I heard him lube up again, and I pleaded, “No more.” “Fuck you faggot. I told you I only cum when I fuck, and you’re not going to shoot your load and leave me with blue balls. Now keep your fucking mouth shut. Except to groan in pain when I do what I’m gonna do, cause it’s gonna hurt.” “N..” I felt it. His clenched fist. At my cunt lips. Then I felt him pushing forward. My mind broke at that moment. This was too much, this was not what I wanted. It was. I pushed back with what energy I had. “That’s it faggot, take it.” The pain was overwhelming and I lost all focus on the world around me. My entire world was my cunt as his clenched fist broke through and slid in me, stretching me wider than before. “Oh fuck, Sir. Oh fuck.” “Damn faggot, I didn’t think you could take it.” As if getting a renewed lease on life, I got back up and shocked everyone. I pulled myself off, completely, from his clenched fist. Before he could do anything more, I then pushed back, immediately taking it back in my wrecked cunt. He then took over, pulling out and pushing back in a few more times. He groaned after several of these, “I need to shoot my load.” I begged him, “Please shove it in me” He began to pull out and I tightened my hole. “Shove it in me.” “What the…” “Please, do it.” He maneuvered himself up, placed his lubed dick at my hole, and began pushing in. “SHOVE IT IN ME!!!” He realized what I meant and said, “You got it faggot.” With that, he pushed as hard as he could and slammed that huge cock, through my already stuffed cunt, and slid it into me. “Fuck me mother fucker. Fuck my cunt and shoot your load in it.” With that, he began slowly, and then with increasing force, began fucking my cunt alongside his hand. “OH FUCK!!!” “Oh fuck, beg me bitch. Beg me for my load.” “Fuck me Sir, blow your load in me. Shoot your load deep in me.” “Oh yeah you fucking faggot.” I did not expect what was coming next. All at once, he pulled backwards and yanked his fist and cock out at the same time. I groaned loudly as the pressure was immense and wonderful. He then rammed that dick deep in me, breaching that inner hole again, painfully. He did this three or four more times, pulling all the way out before slamming back in. “Oh fuck. Faggot, take my load.” He slammed in one last time, past that inner hole and began jerking, shooting a huge load deep in me. He jammed in and out several times, making sure that every drop got far in my cunt. He fell on my back, in exhaustion, causing me to fall forward on the ground. I could feel his breathing, and it sounded as if he was crying. I felt tears coming down on my face as he told me, “You broke me faggot. I’ve never been that hardcore. You broke me.” After several minutes of us lying there, with Sir Y, Jose, and the now three guys watching, he pulled out of me. He held my cheeks wide, for Jose to get a final shot. Jose put the phone in front of my face and I smiled in exhaustion as I looked at my cunt. I wanted it wrecked, and it was as close to wrecked as it could be. It was still open, with the gash now looking to be about three to four inches high and at least an inch wide. I could see the red of the walls of my cunt and cum leaking out. I noticed the butt plug still sitting on the ground where Jose had dropped it. He saw my gaze and just asked, “You or me?” “You.” He picked it up, moved behind me and told me, “On your knees faggot.” I managed to push myself up and was prepared for the plug. I heard lube being smeared and was sure it was on the plug. Then I heard him say, “May I Master?” Sir Y looked at me and then at him and said, “Yes.” Without notice, I felt Jose’s hand slide up in me, with no resistance. He then added his dick, with very little resistance. I felt movement, realizing what was happening. He grabbed his dick and began jerking off. Within a minute, I heard his breathing deepen. “Oh fuck, faggot I’m jerking off in your cunt. Take it.” My hole stretched even wider, but I was so far gone that it didn’t hurt, as he shot his load deep in me. After a minute of cooling down, he pulled his soft cock and then his hand, out of me. I then felt the tip of the butt plug. He pushed it and with no resistance, it slid all the way in. I collapsed on the ground. I was done. At least I thought I was….

Cheating has no particular relationship with orientation - straight, gay, bi, or otherwise. It's not the bisexuality that's immoral here, it's the lack of consent. The genders of the participants make no difference. A lot of straight people seem to think about bisexuality this way, and it has always puzzled me. Back in the 90's I heard a woman in a TV talk show audience during a segment on bisexuality ask (of a married bisexual woman on the show who were non-monogamous), "How come it's OK for you to have your little friend, and him [referring to her husband] to have his, but it's not OK for me and my husband to?" There was a stunned moment of silence from the four people on stage with the host... because of course, to them that had nothing whatsoever to do with sexuality and everything to do with consent in the relationship.

PART 3 On the last day of my holiday, I visited the shopping malls as our flight was leaving at 19:00 and we had to leave for the airport in the early afternoon. We started at one of Orlando's premium outlet malls in International Drive. I had no interest in shopping, but it was a good excuse to get away from my family. I went straight on to Grindr to see what was around. There were surprisingly a lot of people around, maybe I could have some fun in the restrooms. I kept offering, but no one was serious beyond sending a nude then ignoring. That was until I got a message. "Are you in X" (X being the name of a store, hidden to protect their identity). I was. "Come to the back of the store". The guy opened the backdoor and I was in a dark corridor. It seemed to connect all the shops together with their stock rooms. "The store has been dead all day, wait here I'll lock up". He locked the door and added a "be back soon" sign before leading me to the stock room. "You aren't from around here are you?" He asked. "I'm from England". "I love the Brits, they do anything I want them to". "Well what do you ask them to do" I enquired. He smiled and unbuckled his jeans. "You can start by getting your clothes off and sucking this". I pulled out my poppers. "Are they poppers" he laughed. "You are prepared". I started sucking his cock but he wasn't getting hard. I was getting a little bored. "Sorry" he said, "you're my 3rd fuck today". I suddenly started enjoying his cock more. I had the juices of 2 other guys I was sucking. I got brave. "I want you to fuck me" I asked. "Ok, let me grab a condom". "Raw" I said. He smiled, "good, I don't have condoms anyway.". He laid on the floor and I hovered over his dick. I sniffed my poppers and sat down, his dick suddenly got hard, and long. I gasped, I didn't expect it to fill me so much. I was riding him and kissing him at the same time. He came, really quickly. "Fuck that was hot" he said. I got dressed and he told me to follow the corridor to the end, it'll take me back into the main shopping area. I was smiling, I get to go on the plane with cum in my ass. Shortly after we went to the Florida Mall. I was wondering around and came across what looked like a sort of skate shop. It had a funny smell, novelty t shirts and joke things, bongs that sort of thing. Intrigued, I went to the back of the store and they had sex toys. I noticed a plug and immediately bought it to keep the cum in my ass. The guy that served me didn't say a word. I looked at him and said, "can you keep the packaging?" "Ur sure but you can't return it once it's opened" "that's fine". "Where's the nearest restroom?" I asked. He explained that the nearest were currently out of order, and that I should try the ones by the Florida Hotel. He said if I give him 5 minutes he'll show me where they are. I waited, and he took me to them, and followed me in. I wasn't sure if this was a coincidence, or he wanted sex, I was hoping for the latter, he was cute. I smiled at him and walked into the end cubicle, I shut the door but didn't lock it in case he wanted to come in. He didn't. He did go in the cubicle next me. Damn, I thought, but in well. I locked the door, and quickly put the plug in my ass. That was until I turned around, and I could see a dick under the stall. I started to wank it, then lick it, then suck it. He started fucking my mouth. I checked to see if we were alone, we weren't. The rush of getting caught made me instantly erect. I heard the last cubicle door shut and we were alone. I asked him to come over, and he did. When I opened the door, I quickly got on my knees and started sucking him. He noticed the plug and asked "how is it?". "Good, but yours would be better". He pushed me away and bent me over, he pulled out the plug and started fingering my ass. Then it happened. The wrapped landed next to my hand. He had a condom on. At this point a fuck was a fuck, but I was enjoying my raw record. He was fucking me hard, but he had no lube and it was actually hurting. I asked him to pull out a second whilst I sniffed some poppers. He watched me sniffing, and was wanking his cock. I turned around again and guided the cock in. Within a minute he had cum. The condom was out and he was about to put it in the toilet. I stopped him. "Can I have that?" I asked. "Um sure" he said, before pulling up his jeans. "I'm gonna head back my break is over soon" he said. I wasn't paying attention now. I was working out how to get this cum in my ass. I laid down and tried to get my legs up, I wanted to pour it in, but spreading my cheeks and pouring it wasn't working. It went everywhere. Some over my ass, some in it and some on the floor. I put my plug back in and got dressed. That's 2 loads in me. I looked down and there was a glob of cum on the floor. I wanted it, but it was on the floor. I sniffed some poppers and tabbed my fingers in it. Then licked my fingers. Did I really just do that I thought to myself. But I kinda liked it. I took another hit before kneeling down and licking up the remaining cum. Then I left. Normally when my poppers are wearing off, I get a sort of repulsive thought of what I've done, regret and disgust etc. This time, I didn't. I'm not sure what changed, but for the first time, I accepted what had happened and loved it 100%. I met up with my family in the food court, and acted like nothing had happened. TO BE CONTINUED

After playing with a fuck buddy last night, I decided to get one more load on the way home and stopped off at this guy who sometimes gives me a quick pump and dump load. This time he said he wanted to invite some others over to breed me too, so I stayed a bit longer. Four loads in my cunt later and I finally headed home. I was still super horny later in the day so I lined up two guys to come over - waited for my boyfriend to go meet a friend and then let them in to our apartment one after the other to dump their loads in me. I had to go meet a friend after, but managed to swing by one more guy on my way out. Spent the next few hours walking around the city with loads from eight strangers leaking out my hole.

One of my fuckbuddies in town pissed in me during our last play time. I wasn't aware he had done anything, didn't feel warmer at all, or some kind of swelling. He had to tell me, "I just pissed inside you!" I didn't believe him since I couldn't feel it. And then I went in the bathroom to relieve my own piss. Sat down because I didn't want my PA ring spraying all over his seat and floor. And then the torrent of his piss came out my backside. WOW. Couldn't believe that. Super disappointed that I wasn't aware it was happening.

Not gona use it.

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

Democrats fuck....Republicans fuck you over!

Would love to get in with a couple or group of other versatile guys who take care of their health, to play and make discreet vids. (Not judging, just want better odds of avoiding the hassle of STDs.) U=U, hmu

"Sharp-edge", you have raised a really interesting question here... and so far only few have really answered your question ... There is a huge difference between a Rosebud and a Prolapse ... and so many run when they hear the word Prolapse or when they see a real one - I LOVE PROLAPSED MAN-CUNTS!!! It is amazing when an ass is truly turning into a FF-cunt, which becomes sloppy and gapping – one either loves it or hates it ... but fucking a prolapse which is hanging out is so hot … and to see the prolapse embracing your cock … or feel it sucking you in …WOW … a delicious experience!!! Another amazing experience is, when a guy pushes his prolapse into your mouth, for you to suck and taste it. FFisting is an art and as an experienced and active FFister for over 20 years I have had the pleasure of training many delicious asses, to sink my hands into those willing and receptive asses... creating wonderful cunts, which can't get enough… my highlight so FFar was to go shoulder deep. In the last few years I have discovered FFor myself too – to be a passive receptive vessel and love it now when I welcummmm a cock/s or FFist/s deep inside my cunt and to feel a Top stretching me and massaging his load and other loads deep into me. My dream would be to find a Top, who loves FFisting BBig Time – who would want to see me pushing out more and more of my raw flesh ….until I prolapse …

My first true story. ********************************************************************************************************** I'm currently on my holiday in Gran Canaria. The second morning, when at Playa Del Ingles, I decided I wanted to be completely used, so I hooked up to Grindr and Recon on my ipad. I had many messages but none were offering what I wanted, as I really wanted to be a cumdump slave for some guy. After about an hour of trawling through the apps I received this message on Recon from a Master: "Hi, slave4jocks666, you horned up and wanting cock?" He also sent a profile pic. Bingo. This Master was Spanish and was on holiday from Madrid, was 36 years old, 6' and had a 9" cock. Without hesitation I replied "Yes, Sir," and sent him a pic of my ass. He replied "Good boi. You like bareback, boi?" Again my reply was "Yes, Sir." "Good boi. Sir is very busy at the moment, but can meet up with you later, say 8:OO PM, and I will buy you lunch in return. You will do as instructed, no questions asked." "Yes, Sir." "Now boi, it is 10:00 AM. I want you to completely douche yourself clean and, when done, message me when for additional instructions." "Yes, Sir." I went to the toilet, did my morning ritual, and then went into the shower, removed the showerhead, ensured the water was luke warm, lubed-up my hole, and, to be sure my ass was thoroughly clean, I slid the pipe into my ass several times. Then I went back on to Recon and messaged Sir, saying "Sir, I am completely clean." Within a few minutes Sir replied "Good boi. Now, do you have a butt plug?" "Yes, Sir," I replied, as luckily I had brought one while on holiday. "Good. Now, here is what I want you to do next. Put in the plug, and, if you have one, put on a cock ring, and then put on your tightest pair of speedos. Then send me a pic of yourself." I did as instructed and sent the pic to Sir in a message. He replied saying "Good boi. Now I want you to go to the Dunes and get as many loads in that boi cunt as you can, and make sure you plug it after each load." "Yes, sir." "Get going, bitch." With that I was out the door, on my way to the Dunes. I reached the cruising area of the Dunes in about half an hour, and while walking around, I was eventually approached by a cute looking Spanish lad in a pair of tight white speedos that showed his cock. He must have been 7". After a few signals we were inside some bushes where he forced me straight to my knees, whipped-out his cock and forced me to suck it. While I was sucking, he reached over to feel my ass. I hoped this was a sign he wanted to fuck me, but when he felt the plug, he seemed to hesitate. I thought my chances had been ruined, but no, he muttered 'puto', which is Spanish for gay slut. He then pushed me back onto his dick, and I resumed sucking while he explored my hole which was still plugged-up. After about 10 minutes he was completely hard and horned. He pulled the plug out of my ass, turned me around, bent me over, and at that moment I realized a crowd was watching us. In one shove he thrust his dick right into my ass. Honestly, I wasn't ready, but thought to myself 'I'll have to get used to this'." ******************************************************************************************************** Part 2 to cum - if I get good feedback.

Going slower and less deep would PREVENT me from cumming. That point of no return usually makes me fuck so roughly that the other guys start screaming...

I lived on South Beach, Miami from 1993 to 1999. There was never a problem getting laid pretty much anywhere there. The horny tourists would come in waves all winter, Germans, Italians, and of course the Snowbirds from New York. They would come to Kremlin, and they would come to Salvation looking to get laid, and us locals, an accommodating lot, would try to help them out. During the summer, though, no one who didn't live there would ever find Miami an attractive tourist destination...the temperature was “only” 89 degrees, but it was ALWAYS 89 degrees...4am, you could look up at the clock/temp display at the top of the bank on Lincoln Road and it would be 89 degrees, and there was the humidity that was just stultifying. You would go outside and it would feel like you were breathing through a towel soaked in steaming hot water. It was slightly less easy to get laid during the summer, but there were ways. There was a park, located in the middle of South Beach, which during the day had handball courts and jungle gyms, and tennis courts and merry-go-rounds. During the night, there were only two types of people who went there: those who wanted to get laid, and the cops. You could usually see the cop cars as they drove down the street before they pulled into the park and drive right through the middle of the park with their spotlights roving around trying to catch people in flagrante delicto. Mostly we just scattered and reconvened when they went away. One night, though, I was particularly horny and wanted to feel some hot steamy ass grabbing my cock, so I walked down to the park and stood in the bushes. At that point in my life, I was as fit as I had ever been. I had a better-than-decent upper body, but massive thick legs from hiking and biking as a kid, which distinguished me from the rest of the fit-nuts in South Beach, who usually neglected their legs, but had huge, bulging upper bodies. The bushes were tall and skinny, about twice as tall as a person, and grew straight up, and in places, there was a space in between, so that a person or two could hide themselves in there, even though it was usually the first place the cops looked in their drive-throughs. I caught the eye of this cute, dusky-skinned kid who was on the prowl as well. He came over, and without preamble, reached down and grabbed my crotch. I was already hard, and he got this cocky half-grin on his face when he felt it. I reached behind him and pulled him to me, sliding my hands down the back of his pants and under his skivvies. From the feel of it, he had a nice bubble butt, and by pulling him to me, I could feel his hard cock against my body, too. He reached down and undid the snap to his pants, allowing my hands to reach farther down to where the asscheeks curved back towards his body, and found the pucker there. I played with the hole with my fingers, working the sweat into the hole a little and…yes! He came pre-lubed. This boy was ready for action. Working my finger in and out a bit, I made the kid moan into my neck, and felt his cock throb insistently against my hip. I pulled him into the bushes a little farther so we could have at least a little bit of privacy, as our actions so far had started to attract a bit of a crowd. Leaning even farther into the bushes, I got myself to not-quite a 45 degree angle backwards, allowing him full access to my cock. He unsnapped my jeans and pull my pants down so that my cock just sprang free. My cock is by no means huge, but at just a little under 7 inches, and a good bit thicker than normal, I was quite a popular guy. The kid leaned in and inhaled my cock, taking me down to the root instantly. I let him do that for a while, but felt that any longer with the oral, and I might not be getting a chance to fuck him, which was my real goal. I pulled him up to my face, and let my tongue play over his, recognizing the taste of my own precum on his lips. I reached down while our faces were locked together and grabbed a bun in each hand and spread his cheeks to the humid Miami night air. I felt him squeeze his sphincter in response, and I knew he was ready. I flipped him around so his ass connected with my cock. He was standing up, and I was leaning back, so we were only touching from the waist down, but that was all I needed. I ground my cock against his ass, and he ground his ass right back at me. In the course of our gyrations, I saw his shorts slide down around his ankles. I reached forward and grabbed his hips directing his grinding, which was going every which way, to be going up and down instead. He leaned forward and reached back, grabbing my cock and continuing to grind up and down, so that my cock caught at his hole on every stroke. I reached forward again and nudged my cock to a more horizontal position, so that when it caught on his hole, it penetrated just a bit. He stopped moving with my cock juuuuust entering his clenching hole. He looked at me over his shoulder, and I knew just what he would say. “You can fuck me for a while, but don’t cum inside me.” I just smiled and pulled him back onto my cock. This elicited moans from him and me and a few more from the people standing outside the bushes. He kept sliding down my cock until he was fully impaled, with my bush scratching his bubbly cheeks. His insides were hot and slippery, as if he had given himself a hot oil enema before coming out. I didn’t care WHAT he had done, I just knew it felt amazing on my cock. Positioned leaning back as I was, I just had to flex my hips up and forward to implant myself fully, and he helped by moving into my thrusts. We did this slowly and without making too much noise, as we didn’t want to attract any trolls, who might try to spoil the atmosphere by reaching in and grabbing a handful, trying to participate where no participation was wanted. The crowd around us, also, had drawn in some to get a better view, but respectfully letting me plow this beautiful ass while keeping their hands to themselves. The good feelings I was getting on my cock were starting to escalate, and I leaned back a bit farther, tossing my head back and closing my eyes. I opened them again because something seemed different. I looked around. Our audience was no longer there. A sickly feeling rose in me as I looked sideways to the park entrance just in time to see the cop car pull into the park. If we ran now, there was no way the cops wouldn’t see the both of us, and even though the kid was wearing shorts, they were probably not even attached to him anymore, and I was wearing jeans, which had worked their way down to pool around my ankles. We would just have to take our chances here in the bushes. I felt the ass around my cock tighten as I assume my bottom boy saw the cops as well. I leaned forward and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back to me, so that he was laying backwards on top of me, and I was being held up, mostly, by the bushes. I slid my hand over his mouth and said softly into his ear “Shhhhhh.” The cops started playing the spotlight over the bushes, and I was sure we would be spotted and arrested. I kept my hand over the kids mouth, but he started to panic a bit and started squirming in my grasp. Unfortunately for him, and, as it turned out, fortunately for the both of us, he was leaning too far back to be able to gracefully stand up. What he WAS doing however, was grinding against my crotch, with my cock still stuck up his ass. As I pulled him tighter against me, I saw that the cop’s light had settled on the region where we were and there was some garbled chatter from the car’s radio. With him even closer to me, and leaning even farther back, I was pushed so deep down into the bushes that I couldn’t get up if I wanted to. The kid thrashed on top of me, and I knew that if he kept doing that I wouldn’t last. I tried to hold him even closer, but he wasn’t having any of it. So I stopped trying to fight to hold it back. I grunted and shoved my cock all the way up his ass, letting it pulse inside him. He heard the grunt and must have felt the pulsing, because he stopped his thrashing and just lay there in amazement of the audacity of my filling him with my seed. When I could process the world around me again, I heard one of the cops say something low and urgent to his partner, and suddenly the spotlight was being directed to another part of the park. They sped off in that direction, leaving us locked together with my cum leaking out of his ass around my softening cock. He pulled off of me as quickly as he could, pulled up his shorts and he prepared to run off. I looked over at him and said “Psssst!” When he looked over at me, stuck in an almost horizontal position, wedged into the bushes, I gave him a gesture of my hands that said “Well, what about me?” He rolled his eyes a bit and came back to give me a hand out of the bushes. When I got myself unstuck, I looked down at the kids shirt and saw a streak of wetness on his shirt coming up from his crotch, which on closer examination turned out to be globs of cum…he must have shot off sometime during his struggles, probably about the same time as me. I reached down and wiped some on my finger and held it up to his mouth. He smirked and sucked my finger into his mouth. When I pulled my finger out, the cum was gone. I kissed him then, the taste of his cum filling my mouth. I patted him on the ass and turned to go. He smirked again and sauntered off towards the sidewalk. I stayed away from the park for a while with the realization of how close I had come to getting caught, but I couldn’t stay away for very long. If you like this story, I can give other stories about the park, but this one was definitely my hottest encounter there.