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I was horny and hungover and feeling a bit burned out from partying the night before. In total I had about 2 hours of sleep between hanging with a few friends and then getting home and trying to pass out. Every time I tried to sleep, I would end up on my phone and refreshing my Grindr screen over and over again. After a few more attempts to sleep, I said fuck it, got up and smoked some weed while cruising for dick. I live in an urban area but with COVID-19 and a relatively small bubble, I have not been hooking up much... or at all. The sexual frustration was getting to me. I am a late 20s guy, pretty sexually adventurous, but also really shy and often afraid to make the first move. I am 5'11, 180 lbs, 6in uc dick, and handsome, or so I am told. My online profiles are pretty tame. I usually use two different accounts and this early morning I was logged into my slut account. Barely any information, just a picture of me in my underwear showing off a thick ass, and the title, "Looking now" with a downwards arrow. I tend to get a bit of chatter from guys but rarely do I get and solid action and I often chicken out before anything can happen. I am a bit goofy but have a dark side, especially when I party. I have lots of desires and fetishes, but rarely do I act on any of them for fear of being hurt or in catching something. Also, I am always worried that my sexual adventures could follow me publicly. Today I wasn't really sure what I was looking for, I just knew my thresholds and inhibitions seem to feel much lower than usual. Shortly into my Grindr refresh and toke journey I got a message from a blank profile about 5 miles away, asking me what's up, followed by a dick pic, and, "looking to play? hosting here." The dick was wet and hard, uncut, and looked like it was attached to a fairly average body and a huge set of balls. My stoner mind, hard dick, and hangover combined, making my mouth water and my ass feel tight just at the sight of the dick. I took a hit of poppers and started crafting my reply. Me: "Hey, hot dick. Horny here. Hungover, not sure what I am looking for. Had a pretty late night" Him: "Nice. Your ass looks nice, you like to get fucked? Hosting and alone here. You should come over." I dont know what compelled me to write what I wrote next, but I did. Me: "You ever like it anon?" I often watch a lot of amateur anonymous bareback porn, with the scenes where a younger guy is blindfolded and used by a few men always making me cum. Him: "Fuck yeh. You want it anon? We can do it anon. I have my own place and I can blindfold you. We never have to even see each other's faces." My dick started to throb. I closed Grindr for a minute, feeling overwhelmed and thinking this conversation was going to get me into trouble. I switched back to some porn, took another hit of weed and a hit of poppers. As soon as the poppers and weed starting hitting I switched back to Grindr and saw a few more messages from the same guy. "Come on over, I can fuck you, you can leave. It will be fun. Trust me"... "Hey? You interested?"... "Fuck dude, where did you go? So horny here"... "you like to party?"... "fine, you are just another cock tease. fuck it." I had only ghosted for a few minutes but clearly he was frustrated. I zeroed in on the party comment and decided to say fuck it, I am going for it. Me: "Yeh. I like to party. Ill come over. But I want it anon, you do what you want to me. I def like to party, Stoned here but open to all kinds. Do what you want." He replied with his address and asked, "how long?" I ordered an Uber. Me: "10 minutes away, should arrive in 20. What are my instructions?" ----- In the 10 minutes before the uber arrived I did a quick clean out. My head was a bit light, but I could feel the stone starting to wear off so I took a shot of tequila. It was pretty early in the morning, but I knew I was going to lose my nerve. When the Uber arrived, I locked the door to my place, left a note for my roomie, and headed out. In the car I read his instructions over and over again. Him: "When you arrive, come in the side door off of the garage and strip down completely. I will have a bandana and a jock strap for you to put on. Leave your clothes in the garage. Once you are ready, I will come and get you and lead you into the house. Then, you follow instructions. Is that clear?" I had responded and said yes, but between the time I confirmed and getting into the uber, my nerve was starting to dissolve. The shot of tequila hadnt done much, the weed was wearing off, and I couldnt sniff poppers in the back of the uber. Suddenly, I felt afraid. I sent him a message. I was having second thoughts. "Im on my way over. Im getting nervous. You do this often?" No response. The uber kept driving along. Thankfully the journey was a bit slower than I anticipated. I wrote some more. "You got condoms?" No response. His profile indicated he was online, but he was either ignoring me or he was preoccupied. "Man, I am really having second thoughts. How do I know you wont hurt me?" Still no response. I sat silently in the uber and refreshed my grindr page. His profile was getting closer and closer. As we neared his place, more hot profiles starting showing. I thought, at least I could ditch him and head somewhere else if needed. I was wrestling with myself and my head, feeling my cock strain against my tight undies in my blue jeans while my rational and logical brain were telling me to go home, find another way to scratch this itch. I was lost in my thought when I felt the driver slow the car down and stop. We pulled over on the side of the street and in the lot next to where we were was a nice average looking home in a decent neighbourhood. The lights were seemingly off and there was no car in the driveway. The driver asked, "are you getting out?" I mumbled something, looked out the window and just as I did, rain started pouring down. "Man, I got other rides I gotta get. You want to get out here or do you need to go somewhere else?" Was I ready for this? I wasn't so sure. I was incredibly horny, but I wasn't sure the guy was even there. He hadn't responded to any of the messages and suddenly my phone vibrated. It was a message from him. It read: Him: "get out of the car and come inside like instructed". I looked at the uber driver, said thanks, and walked out into the rain. I was instantly soaked. The entire time I kept one hand in my pocket, holding onto my poppers. The other hand held my phone, which was thankfully waterproof. The walk from the curb to the door on the garage was only a few moments, but my clothes were completely soaked through and the wet denim was rubbing against my cock as I walked. I stood outside the door for a few moments, looked at our grindr conversation, and said to myself, fuck it, you are here now might as well go through with it. I was overcome with anticipation and I couldn't turn back now. I opened the door and entered the dark garage. It was quiet except for the sound of the rain. My eyes took a few moments to adjust, but over to the left hand side next to a door going into the house I saw a stool with a bottle of water, some fabric, and a note. The note read, "Take off your clothes. Put on the blindfold and the jock strap and sit on the stool." I did as I was instructed. My pants were soaked so I wasnt sure where to put the phone or my blindfold, so I held the phone in my hand and tucked the poppers into the waist band of the jock strap. The jock was tight, pulling my skin and holding my cock and walls up tight against my body. My skin was cold and wet from the rain and my nerves were feeling pretty intense. I started to shiver. I heard the sound of a door, possibly the one next to me. I heard some breathing. My senses were overwhelmed without being able to see. The rain sounded like it was pounding furiously against the roof. I was about to ask if everything was alright when I felt a hand grap my wrist and pull me up abruptly. Then he spoke. "Give me your phone and your poppers. Ill give them back once we are inside". I wanted to speak or object, but my body gave in. His deep voice and commanding tone gave me no room to say otherwise. He started to lead me through the door. He didnt talk and he guided me roughly, but I felt I didnt have much choice. We went down a set of carpeted stairs shortly after going through the door. It smelled like we were in a basement, not bad, but distinct. I made a few surprised sounds as he guided me around, but we didnt talk. We stopped. I felt him come around in front of me. He seemed taller, bigger, and much more of a man than me. I couldn't see him, but in my eye I kept picturing his dick and the grindr messages. It was much warmer down here than the garage, but I was still shaking. He grabbed both my wrists and held them up in front of me. He started wrapping something around my wrists. I was scared and I wasn't sure what was happening. Was he tying me up? I opened my mouth to say something and just as I did he leaned in close and I could feel his breath on my face. He spoke, "Repeat after me. 'This is going to be fun.'" I was startled, and wasn't sure what I should do. He was tying my wrists very tightly. He said it again. "I said, repeat after me. 'This is going to be fun'." I started to whisper his words back to him. He laughed with a short gruff chuckle. "Fuck yeh." He stepped away. I wasnt sure where he was, I couldnt really tell where in a room I was. I was just standing there in my jock and now my hands were tied in front of me. I was able to move my elbows and extend a bit, but I wasn't sure what was going to come next. Suddenly I felt a rough push, shoving me forward. I couldnt catch myself and I fell forward quickly. I didnt fall far or hard, but I landed on something soft and about the size of my torso with my knees hitting the carpeted floor and my head and part of my chest falling a bit over the edge of something. It felt like he threw me over an ottoman. He spoke, "Hold these, use them as you'd like". He put a bottle in my hand, it felt like my poppers. My nerves were really getting the best of me. I wanted to ask what was happening. I felt him grab my ankles and start pulling them apart. I was prone, half tied up, and ass up over an ottoman. This was already more than I bargained for. Me: "Hey, I think this is getting out of hand and I..." I wasnt able to say anything else. He leaned forward and shoved his fingers in my mouth. Him: "Shhh. You are going to love this." Somehow with his free hand I could feel him wrapping something around my ankles while his other fingers were down my throat. He switched hands and continued probing my mouth with his other hand. The hand that was just in my mouth went to my ass. It felt like he was trying to explore my throat with this hand from the inside out. I started to gag and convulse a little bit, but he kept at it. His mouth tasted funny and at times it felt like there was something in his hand as if he was trying to force me to swallow something. As he did this started poking at my hole. I could feel the left over saliva on his fingers from when he first entered my mouth. He applied a little bit of pressure and slipped inside in with his finger going straight in. I groaned. It felt good but I also was starting to feel terrified. I also couldnt speak. He fingered my mouth and my whole for a few minutes longer while I groaned before pulling out suddenly. I started to speak. Me: "Hey, this is hot, but did you get my messages? You got condoms?" He laughed again in that short gruff sort of way, but didn't respond. I considered my options. I was now tied up at the feet, attached to something, not sure what, but my legs were pulled somewhat apart and my I was splayed out over this ottoman, my hands being tied too. I could operate the bottle of poppers, but otherwise, my wrists were joined and I wasn't overly mobile. "Look. You can fuck me, but.. I ..l ... " My brain started feeling really warm. I could feel myself grinding the ottoman slightly, my dick rubbing against the fabric of the jock and the furniture. It was feeling somewhat hard to speak. "...I... i... I really want to play safe." He chuckled again and spoke, "I can do whatever I want." I started to reply again but as I did, he interrupted. "There is something to drink in front of you. Ill be back". With that, I heard him walk away. ----- I couldnt see anything, all I could do was feel my other senses. When I first got in the room I couldn't hear anything, now, seemingly alone, I could hear the rain, occasional noises from the house, and I could hear porn playing softly. I was completely over my head here, but I was also getting more and more horny. The night before my friends and I had taken some MDMA, and I have partied a fair bit, so I could tell that I was now on something. My growing horniness was alongside my lack of ability to focus on anything but my dick. I could still operate the bottle of poppers and also reach the water bottle in front of me. I took some swigs of water and took a few hit of poppers and my mind exploded. The water tasted funny and everything was becoming more difficult while my ass and dick were radiating heat. I had nothing else I could do but sniff the poppers, drink the water, and grind. I heard the door open and I groaned. I must have been a beautiful site, ass up, tied up, and grinding into the ottoman. The faint sounds of porn that I could hear earlier suddenly got a lot louder and music was turned on. It was a deep thumbing electronic beat, with the sounds of someone getting fucked on top of it. I couldn't hear anything else. I felt a hand on my ass. Then, the hand glided around my body. He was coming around to face me in the front. His hand felt like electric fire tracing a line from my ass to my head. I could barely think about anything other than cock. I was clearly very high, on some sort of MDMA mix. My ass was tingling really intensely and I couldn't measure the passing of time. As the hand reached my hand I felt a dick poke at my face. I opened my mouth and let it in. It was a nice dick, likely around 7inches. It was leaking precum already and I couldnt get enough. I groaned heavily while I started sucking. The hand became a set of hands and both wrapped around the back of my head and he started pumping in and out of my mouth with the beat of the music and said, "Fuck yeah, take that dick". I was feeling really out of it, but I could tell instantly that this was a different voice. It was slightly higher, less rough, and sounded like it belonged to someone younger. I kept sucking. As I did I felt something on my ass. A cold drizzle of liquid was poured on my ass as this new person drilled in and out of my mouth. What the fuck was happening? How am I now high on god knows what in the basement of a strangers house with lube being poured down my ass crack while another strangers dick was in my mouth? I felt a hand on my ass, pulling and poking the lube into my hole with a finger. There was very little resistance. The drugs and poppers made me very loose. Behind my blindfold the darkness was replaced with a cascading and ever changing series of images influenced by the sounds of the porn, what i was experienced, and the music. I felt helpless and ravenous. The dick pulled out of my mouth. I heard the original voice, coming from behind me, "Ive got him ready to go. You have first go". The person in front of me moved away from me and behind. I started to feel nervous again and began to speak, but it was hard to get my words together. "I... i... use... safe." I heard both of them chuckle. I went to open my mouth again but didnt get any words out before I felt a dick enter my mouth. As it did, I heard the original man. Him: "We are safe. You are safe. Shh. Dont worry. Enjoy the experience." He started pumping in and out of my mouth and I felt the other guy spread my ass cheeks apart as he placed the head of his dick at my hole. I started to mumble while the dick was in my mouth something that might have sounded like "condom" but it was barely audible. He pushed in and entered me fully. I was now high as a kit, impaled by two cocks from two strangers, tied up in a basement. Both men were pumping me with the sound of the music, or at least it felt that way. I was in part feeling like I was in heaven, and in another way, I was feeling like I was on a one-way ride to hell. These men could do whatever they wanted to me, I couldnt do anything about it. I didnt want to do anything about it. I couldn't tell for sure, but given the sounds of the porn in the room, the use of drugs, and the commands I was being given, I was pretty sure there were no condoms being used here this morning. I didnt have the energy to ask or protest. Both men were fairly silent except for the occasional groan. I felt like we had only been fucking for a few minutes, but time didn't quite make sense. I could feel their rhythm, but the loud music and the inability to move with the blindfold only allowed me to really focus on the sensations of their dicks. The cock in my mouth would push in to my throat, then pull out so just the head was inside. I could taste pearls of precum on the tip of the uncut dick and I eagerly lapped it up. The dick in my ass would go all the way in and pause and pull out slowly, then pick up the pace. I was being ridden by two men at the same time in a drugged out fantasy of my making. I really started to lose touch with reality and my brain felt like it was going to spin. The man in front of me, who I assumed was the man I originally talked with, was also feeding me a steady supply of poppers. The man behind me was at a steady pace, but his noises started to increase. The porn that was playing was getting more intense. I could hear a bottom groaning and whimpering at what sounded like a room of men. The sounds of the men inside me and the sounds of the men I could hear from the porn started to become indistinguishable. In my mind, behind the blindfold, I started to picture myself as the bottom in whatever porn they were playing. I was a fucktoy and nothing else. The guy inside my ass groaned, and I felt him put all his wait in me as he put his head behind mine and let out a growl. The man in my mouth shoved his cock deep then pulled out slightly at the same time. Suddenly, spurt after spurt of cum hit my tongue while both men growled. I felt the guy in my ass shudder and push deeper and pull out slightly and hold his dick as it spasmed in my hole. I was being filled up from both ends. I felt my mouth around the dick and I was sucking on it tightly, feeling like I should never let it go. My ass was clenched tightly around the other mans cock. I wanted it all. Both mean eased out of both holes, despite the vice grip my mouth and ass had on them. They both backed away from me and then I couldnt tell what was happening. All I could hear was the porn and the music. All I could feel was empty, with dribbles of cum rolling down my chin and my ass feeling very wet. I felt a hand on my back and suddenly a voice by my ear and then, he spoke. It was the original guy. "Hear, take these. We need a break. We will back shortly. Enjoy yourself till then." He shoved his hand in my mouth, pulled my head back and made me swallow. I wasnt sure what it was. Another set of hands was behind me and I felt something push at my hole. It didnt feel like a dick, it must have been a but plug. My ass tingled and burned slightly, but it felt great to be full at least. After I finished swallowing I felt something being fastened around my head and then felt something rubber being placed in my mouth. A ball gag. Then, I was alone. The music was turned off as well. I could still hear the porn and between the sounds of someone getting railed on whatever video they were watching, I heard sounds of footsteps walking away followed by the sound of a door. I was alone. I heard a door open again, some distance away and the second guy, the one who surprised me yelled, "We might need a break fag, but there are others who are ready to go. We gave our address out to a few guys online with pics of your sweet hole. Get ready to be used." ----- More to come. Sorry if this was too long. Was trying to include details. I love stories like this so thought I would try writing one myself.

The motel room was on the second floor, something I'd read somewhere made it seem as though that was a good choice. But I'd never done this before; host an anonymous pump and dump scene. Until recently, I'd been in what I thought was a long term mutually monogamous relationship with my college boyfriend for almost 10 years but now that was over. He'd found someone barely out of high school and now was in over his head in the grips of his midlife crisis. "Fuck it!", I thought. It's time for me to finally put myself first. Tonight I was no longer a partner, or boyfriend. Tonight, I was going to be the slut I wanted to be. I was nervous as hell but so excited I could taste it. I had smoked a joint and was feeling horny as fuck. I opened up my laptop and proofread my ad one last time before posting it. It was short and to the point; "good looking masculine bottom looking to get fucked, hosting now in my motel room, email me for details". Accompanied by a pic of me, face down, ass up, and lubed. I downed a couple of shots of vodka then jumped in the shower for one last spot check. Perfect! Deep cleaned and ready for my first strange dick in almost 10 years. I started getting email notifications and quickly figured out that not everyone who responds to ads actually wants to fuck, some wanted to chat, others wanted pictures and more pictures, and still others wanted to join me in getting fucked next to me (in other words, use me for the room). But along with all this came an email that was short, to the point, and sounded like what I was looking for. It said, "9 inch top, love anon scenes, send address and room number and I'll be on my way." I quickly replied with the motel's address and my room number along with directions and lit up a joint to chill while I waited for his response. 5 minutes later, a reply came back, "on my way, 15 minutes away, wait for me face down ass up and the room dark". I replied "Ok", finished off my joint, and prepped the room; drew the blackout curtains, used the Do Not Disturb sign to leave the door unlatched, and got on the bed face down, ass up, and lubed and put a handful of condoms by my feet. Not being used to hooking up, I assumed that most guys still used condoms. Soon I heard the sound of a car outside, followed by a car door closing and heavy steps on the stairs. I closed my eyes in nervous expectation and heard the slight creak of the cheap motel room door as it opened. I heard the door click closed, followed by the sound of undressing and then felt him climb onto the bed where I was waiting with nervous anticipation. As I took two deep sniffs of poppers, he grabbed my ass, feeling the curvature of my cheeks and spread them wide but surprisingly gently. I felt his cockhead at my hole and two things struck me simultaneously as I started feeling the popper high; for starters he wasn't wearing a condom AND his dick was really thick and hurt as it struggled to slide in. "FUCK! You're tight!" He said. "Yeah, please go easy, you're the first guy to fuck me in a really long time." I replied "Oh Fuck, that's hot. Don't worry, I'll fuck your hole good. Leave you nice and relaxed and gaping." The friendly way that he said it made me chuckle and as he continued to stuff his big dick in my ass, I felt my hole begin to relax around his thick shaft. I had no idea what he looked like but from what I could feel, he had nicely muscled thighs and I could feel his firm stomach on my lower back. I hadn't mentioned anything about status, assuming that condoms were still routinely used. I was negative but I wasn't naive, I knew what the risks were. For now, his huge dick was stretching my hole to the limit and I was in the grip of the most intense feeling of pleasure/pain. He pushed me onto my stomach and bottomed out inside me as he slowly slid his length inside me, pushing his cock right onto my prostate and sending me into spasms of electric bliss. As he bottomed out, my hole began spasming involuntarily from the intense sensations as it struggled to let his huge invader fill my guts with its thickness. It was an excruciatingly exhilarating mixture of pleasure and pain and it made me want to make him feel as good as he was making me feel. "Fuck, dude. I can feel your hole milking my dick" "Yeah dude, you've got a huge dick, my hole's trying to get used to you. It'll take me a moment but I can take it." "Oh fuck yeah! That's what I love to hear! I'm gonna breed you, leave you ready and lubed for the next guy. Is that what you want? To get fucked by random strangers? You want to take loads all night? I can tell that that hole is hungry." He punctuated every syllable with a deep thrust, grinding my prostate on every down stroke, and I moaned "Fuck yeah, that sounds awesome. Your big cock feels so fucking good!" He continued fucking me for a few more minutes and I loved every second of it, he would pound me fast and hard for a few seconds, then would slow down and grind his cock as he hilted himself inside me. He kept telling me how hungry my hole was, how he could feel me milking his dick for his load. His hot verbal assault on my senses was driving me closer and closer to an orgasm and I was breathing hard and shivering with pleasure. "I'm about to cum inside you boy, you positive?" The casual way he asked and the implication the question carried threw me off for a moment and I didn't know what to say. In a moment of honest confusion I blurted out, "No, I'm negative but I want your cum." "Fuck! Are you serious?! That's fucking hot!" He said, as he drove in and ground right onto my prostate. "Oh fuck, I'm getting close too, please give it to me. Please shoot your load in me." I groaned in pained ecstasy. As I said that, I realized what I was about to let happen and the realization was enough to take me over the edge; I started cumming and shouted "Fuck yeah, please shoot your sperm in my hole! Fill me with your cum! Make me your slut!" "Awwwww, fuuuuuuuck, YEAAAH! Take my poz load you slut!!!" He groaned as he shoved balls deep inside me and I felt his thick shaft pulsating as he shot his now confirmed poz cum into me and the sudden warmth of his sperm washing over my prostate in waves triggered another orgasm. My hole kept spasming uncontrollably around his dick as if milking every last drop of his precious tainted load. He shot what felt like gallons into me, then collapsed on top of me, panting, and I felt a strong built frame on top of me. "I know I said I like anonymous scenes, but I wanna fuck you again. But this time I wanna see your face." He whispered. I reached over to the nightstand and turned on the lamp and looked over my shoulder to see a handsome tall Latino, with a nice build, mischievous smile, and bright hazel eyes. "I'm Martin" he said. "Were you telling me the truth?" "Hi Martin, nice to meet you. I'm Alex, and yeah, I was telling you the truth." He smiled and said, "That's fucking hot! Thanks for letting me pop your poz cherry. I'm gonna call a couple of buddies over and make sure you get knocked up tonight. That hot ass of yours needs to be shared ha ha." I laughed as I thought that this was more than I had expected but I was more than ready to make up for lost years. And if I was going to become poz, this stud was the perfect man to do it. I lay back, pulled my knees to my chest, baring my freshly bred hole for him and said, "Fuck yeah, please breed me more. Fill me with your poz cum."

I got messaged by a bud wanting to fuck around lunch. He and his BF have had me join as a third a few times and sex with them is hot even though "the rule" is I can't cum inside the one guy's ass (the other is a top and doesn't want to get fucked). The bud messaging me, Josh, is chubby, 20, white, smooth with dark hair and a nice sized uncut dick. We swapped numbers and have been hooking up one-on-one as he really likes to get fucked. His BF is cool with him fucking other guys but doesn't want him getting fucked, but some of the times we've been doing a three way I've had an "accident" and cum inside him without letting on to his BF. He likes to fuck me too and he's let on that he has a pretty active sex life apart from his BF which is fine with me and none of my business. He admitted he'd already been fucked earlier by another guy and I told him it was cool and that it didn't bother me. I had no room to talk as I'd hooked up earlier and still had that load in me too. I showed up at his place and he was already in nothing but black bikini shorts with a raging hard on. He was on me like white on rice and soon had me stripped down. His sheets already smelled of lube and cum, not that I minded and he quickly had his dick inside of me, telling me how the guy who fucked him didn't get him off and he was horny as fuck. We were making out and staring into his eyes intensely and it wasn't long before I could feel him unload inside me with a deep sigh. He strokes slowed for a while but then he picked up his strokes again, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in me. He wasn't kissing me know but looking in my eyes as I told him to pound me and how badly I wanted his cum inside me. After a bit he flipped me face down and started fucking me deep and hard while calling me a dirty slut and a pig, saying how I probably took loads from a bunch of guys. I played along because it was not only hot but also the truth. He built to a crescendo and pumped another load in me. As he pulled out he flipped me on my back and soon was straddling my cock and taking me with no lube. He ass gave way easily, showing that he wasn't kidding about getting fucked earlier. He was riding me for all he was worth, telling me how good my cock felt, how bad he wanted my cum inside him. I was already pretty worked up from him fucking me and the fucking the kid gave me earlier. My orgasm had to be an intense blast as it looked like he felt it and was surprised by it, his face lighting up as he said "damn." He kept riding my dick and I told him it was turn to be face down so I could pound his hole. All too quickly he did as he was told. I pulled his legs over off the bed and spread his legs so I could pound him doggy bent over the edge and went to town on him. I was my turn for the dirty talk, calling him a dirty slut and a cheating whore, that he took loads from total strangers, all of which he agreed to. I pumped another load inside him, one less intense but satisfying anyhow. I asked him if I could shower before he left and he agreed. Rather than join me he stayed on the bed on his phone and when I came back I teased him that he was probably looking for another guy to fuck him and he laughed and admitted he was. He turned the phone and I could see he was on Grindr. I was tempted to say we should make it a three way but I didn't want to push my luck, plus we'd probably wind up fighting who was gonna take the guy's loads. I told him that I could try and line up a third for the next time we play. He said he was down and asked me to try and find a guy with a really big dick. I said I would and headed out. I always feel a little weird hooking up with him as I know I'm kinda stealing another guy's BF but its clear he's doing his own thing and doesn't care anyhow. That said I've hooked up one-on-one with his BF too and even though he's "all top" when we do three ways, he's let me fuck him quite a few times and gets off on me cumming inside him. Clearly the relationship is what it is...not terribly serious and that's cool so long as everyone gets what they want.

Spent a couple of hours at one of the local bookstores; it was mostly quiet, especially for a weekend, and most of the interested guys were only looking for a quick blowjob. Not that there's anything wrong with blowjobs, but that wasn't what I was looking for; I wanted a load being shot inside me. Enter this young-ish (early 20s?) black guy. Cute, and seemed vaguely familiar - I couldn't figure out if I'd hooked up with him before. We made eye contact and started chatting; he thought I looked familiar as well, but we determined we hadn't hooked up before. Finally it clicked, and we recognized each other from work - myself in management, and him as a trainee, we had briefly crossed paths. He had since moved on to another company, but he remembered me. With that mystery out of the way, he pulled out his dick - even soft, it was probably about 6", and he gave me a little cocky smile and said "Well? Suck it, boss." So I did, with gusto. With some oral attention, he hardened up to a very nice size (at my best guesstimate, 8 1/2?) I was disappointed when he fished a condom out of his pocket and told me to stand up and turn around. Well... much as I wanted the load shot inside, I'm not one to turn down a good fuck regardless. He slipped the condom on and, with a fair amount of spit, was able to work his dick up into me, all the way to the base. He fucked me in the booth for a good 5 minutes, when his phone rang. "Fuck, I gotta take this." Must have been important, it sounded like the kind of ringtone you set for set for a "must-take" call. He paused in his thrusting and answered the phone. With his still-hard cock up my hole, I only heard his part of the conversation, which basically amounted to "something which needs handled right this minute." He pulled out, took he condom off, and tossed it into the corner. "Sorry boss, I got to go handle this. How long you gonna be here? I'll try and come back after." I wasn't sure how long I'd be sticking around, but I told him I'd chill here for another hour or so before heading out. He took off to go deal with whatever emergency had come up. I stuck around and sucked another couple of guys off. An hour passed, then another half, and I got ready to take off. I was just about to walk out of the booth area when the door opened and the black dude walked back in. He put a hand on my chest and gently - but insistently - pushed me back against the wall. "Where you going? I still ain't nutted." He turned me around right there, outside of any booths and just a few feet from the swinging door that led into the arcade area, pressing me up against the wall. I could hear his belt unbuckle, his zipper, and the rustle of his pants as he slid them down. There was a brief moment of cool as he smeared some lube on my hole, and I felt his cock push back up into me. No condom this time - you can absolutely feel the difference - and he started fucking me in earnest. A couple of guys looked out of their own booths to watch as this dude had me pinned to the wall and used my ass for his own pleasure. He fucked me like that for maybe 5 minutes, before whispering in my ear "I'm gonna nut up in you, boss man." He bit my shoulder and I could feel his cock pulse as he started pumping his load inside. It took maybe 10 seconds for him to drain his nuts, and I felt every pump. He pulled out, slapped my ass, and said "Damn shame we don't work together anymore." I heard him pull his pants up, fasten his belt, and a few moments later he was gone. Totally worth the wait, though.

Chapter 10 - The Guest of Honor As Adam walked away, Brian went over and grabbed his clothes. He put his sneakers back on; the concrete patio was hot from the sun and he didn’t bring anything else to put on his feet. Everything else he balled up and set on a lawn chair by the pool, unsure what else to do with it. Walking around outside in just his Asics was a trippy experience for him. He could feel the warmth of the sun on his entire body, and he realized he wasn’t sure he’d ever been totally naked outside before. He was also aware of all of the eyes on him. The guys didn’t rush up and form a line. Many were eating, drinking, chatting. But almost all were watching. Brian wondered if this was going to be just a constant fuck fest, but to his relief it wasn’t. He was intent on having fun, a lot of fun, but he wasn’t sure he could take every single guy one after another. Jasper noticed Brian looking around like a deer at a rock concert, unsure what to do next. “Bri, come on over here man!” he waved the spatula and invited Brian back over to the grill area. As Brian got close, Jasper continued “That, my friend, was a good first showing. How do you feel?” “I’m not sure there are words for how I feel right now” Brian said contemplatively. “Ha, well, that makes sense. I hope you think sexy might be a contender though. That was a fucking hot show, but moreover, you are amazingly sexy Bri.” Brian blushed and nodded his head. He still wasn’t used to being thought of as sexy, not being a tanned football jock… “Here” Jasper tossed him a bottled water. “Drink up. Want a burger? Can’t have you passing out of an empty stomach while you’re playing.” He paused and looked up with a coy smile as if he just realized something “Well, maybe we could…. No no, this is a party, you should eat. And drink, there’s beer all over the place and a well stocked bar just inside. Raul is tending and he makes a mean Grasshopper if you want something sweet.” “Sure, thanks” Brian replied on auto-pilot, still getting his bearings. Jasper handed him a plastic plate with a cheeseburger on it, and nodded towards one of the tables. “Have a seat and enjoy.” It was blowing Brian’s mind that he was at a gay sex party, naked, cum still leaking out of his ass, holding a plate with a cheeseburger on it. This was definitely the weirdest day of his life. He sat down at the table with a couple other guys, thankful that the wrought iron chairs had padded seats. He was shy at first, listening as a couple of them talked about plans for visiting Washington DC for Leather Weekend. One guy, a late 30s redhead with a well-built and freckled body, quickly lost interest in that conversation and started chatting up the new twink at the table. “Oh hi, I’m Owen!” he said enthusiastically. “Can I just tell you how fucking young you look, and how fucking hot that is.” “Uh, thanks.” “Are you really 18? Not that I would…” “Watch it Owen…” another 30 something at the table cut him off before he could finish that sentence. This guy wasn’t quite as hot as Owen, and he was still wearing a tank top and jeans, as opposed to Owen’s green bathing suit and flip flops. “Yup, really 18” Brian replied. “A senior in high school, huh? How the hell did you wind up here?” the other guy asked. “Oh don’t be a fucking buzzkill George” Owen snapped. “He’s here because he’s a teenager, he’s horny, and he wants cock, obviously. Isn’t that right Brian?” “Yeah, um, Adam invited me, and… well I thought it was crazy at first. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and here I am.” Brian, George, and Owen chatted for a couple minutes while Brian finished his burger and Owen downed a beer. They talked about college, Boston, and Brian told him about his first encounter with Adam. Finally, Owen cut Brian off mid-sentence and asked “So, you ready for more cock boy?” Brian was a bit thrown by the sudden change of subject, but Owen leaned back and showed off the hard cock tenting his swimsuit. “Well, yeah, that’s why I’m here” Brian said with a smirk, starting to get used to being the guest of honor. Owen lifted his ass off the chair, quickly slid down his shorts, slumped back so his cock was standing up right at the edge, and said “hop on man.” Brian got up, rounded the table, and stood naked in front of Owen, whose green eyes lit up at the sight of Brian’s scrawny pale body in front of him. Unsure what to do now, Brian asked “Um, how do you want me?” “Turn around, and sit down on my cock.” Brian did as he was told, and turned around to see George smiling at the two of them with reluctant approval, and seeing several other guys turn their attention to him again for round two. He maneuvered back towards Owen and reached back, grabbing for Owen’s cock. As he found it in his hand, he guided his ass backwards and lined up his asshole the hard cockhead. This was a very new position for him, but he liked it. He was servicing a hot guy, and he was doing it completely of his own power. He slowly backed himself on to Owen’s cock. Owen was smaller that Adam by a couple inches, but it still felt great lowering himself on to a hard dick. He had to will himself to get Owen’s cock through his hole, as there was no one pushing into him this time. Once he got Owen’s cock inside him, he kept lowering himself down until his ass cheeks were firmly planted on Owen’s hips and he had taken his cock balls deep. Owen was holding Brian’s back as he paused for a second to adjust. Brian placed his hands on Owen’s knees and started picking himself up off the cock, and then slid right back down with a moan. “Fuck yeah boy, ride my cock. I can feel Adam’s cum in you you fucking slut, you 18 year old whore.” Owen thrusted his hips upward to meet Brian’s lowering ass, making him yelp. Brian kept picking himself up and lowering himself down as Owen continued hurling dirty talk at him. “Fucking faggot boy sliding on my hot cock. You love it you high school piece of shit. Take my man cock kid.” Compared to Adam, Owen didn’t last long. Brian had pulled himself almost all the way off, and getting egged on by Owen’s talk, slammed down on to his dick as hard as he could. He heard Owen shut up and groan as he bucked his hips up and released his load in Brian’s ass. After taking in Owen’s cum for a moment, Brian slid off Owen’s dick. Owen slapped his ass and said “thanks kid, that was hot. Enjoy that cum” before standing up and heading in to the house. Brian was again unsure what to do, but this time he didn’t have to wait long. An older guy, maybe 60, was laying down on one of the lounge chairs by the pool. He yelled over “Hey kid, come here.” Brian wandered over, still wearing just sneakers, swaying a bit as that strange position (and his second cock of the day) had left him kind of wobbly. As Brian walked up to the new guy, he swung his legs off the chaise lounge and beckoned Brian in close, and without saying anything else, grabbed Brian’s cock and took it in his mouth. Brian just stood there and received a nice blowjob from this guy whose name he didn’t even know. After a minute or so. he was fully hard. The guy let his dick out of his mouth and looked up at Brian. “So rude of those two to use your nice little hole but not even offer to get you off.” Brian hadn’t even really thought about it, but this guy was right. “Uh, yeah, I guess I haven’t cum yet.” “Jasper said your versatile?” “Yeah” “Good, then it’s time to get you off and empty your balls a bit.” He climbed back on to the lounge chair ass up and spread his cheeks, inviting Brian to enter. “Fuck me, young Brian”. His grabbed his hard, spit-covered dick and lined it up with the guy’s ass. The chair was higher than most lounges, so he had to stand up on the balls of his feet to reach, but sure enough, he slid his teenage dick into the old man’s warm ass. This guy was no Jake; he was far from a virgin. Brian’s cock slid in without too much trouble and found itself resting in a warm, comfortable hole. It felt different, not having to fight for each inch, but Brian liked it. It gripped his cock nicely and he easily bottomed out. He held his cock there for a moment before he heard the guy say “fuck me hard boy”. Brian accepted his invitation. He started pounding him as hard as he could, holding on to his hips for fear he would send him flying with a thrust. He was so zoned in on fucking this random guy that he didn’t notice how many partygoers were watching now. The sight of Brian’s young lean body taking control was getting the bottoms at the party all hot and bothered. Every muscle in his body was working hard in this position; his legs were straining as he stood up on his feet and bucked his hips hard, and his arms and chest were flexed as he held his prey in position. His body was beginning to glisten with sweat. The loud slapping noise punctuated an otherwise quiet moment at the party, accented by grunts from both the teenager and the old man. After a few minutes of hard pounding, Brian unleashed inside the man’s hole. He felt rope after rope of his cum flowing in to this guy’s ass as he finally exploded after getting fucked twice already. He kept thrusting his cock in deep in the guy’s ass until every last bit of cum had escaped his dick. Once he finished, the man simply fell back on to the lounge chair, laying on his stomach, and Brian heard him say “good job kid, thanks”. Standing there with a cum-soaked cock, Brian looked around and finally saw all his admirers watching, again. He had never felt more alive, more powerful, more wanted. He just wrecked the ass of some older man whose name he didn’t even know, at party full of gay men. He felt good. He walked over to a free lounge chair and laid down on his back, letting his naked skin soak in the sun while he caught his breath and giving his body a break after three intense fucking sessions. One tall skinny guy, probably in his early thirties, came over and cleaned off Brian’s cock with his mouth. Brian didn’t even say a word to him as he did, and soon enough he was taking Brian’s second load of the day down his throat. ******* It was getting later in the evening, and Brian was exhausted. By his count, he had been fucked 4 times, topped two guys, been blown by a couple more, and sucked off more than he could remember. He wondered how much cum he had inside him now, both in his ass and in his stomach. He had his ass eaten out once and had made out with several guys, some who he did more with, others who only wanted to kiss him and feel up his twink body. It hadn’t quite been a non-stop fuckfest for him; he had had time to walk around, take a dip in the pool, get a buzz off some delicious cocktails from the bar. It would have been quite a fun party even if he wasn’t naked and getting laid for most of it. As the sun started to set, he realized that he should probably get going home. He hadn’t told his parents he was going to be staying over anywhere, and if he stayed much longer they would be pissed that he didn’t update them on what he was up to. He went to find Jasper to let him know he was leaving, to thank him, and to figure out where they had put his clothes. Brian was sad he didn’t get to see Jasper naked, but he couldn’t complain after all the fun he had. He wandered in to the house and found Jasper coming down from upstairs. “Hey man, it’s getting late, I should be getting home. Do you know where my clothes went?” “So soon? Did we wear you out? You certainly did well out there today, you made a lot of guys very happy.” “Haha thanks. No it’s just that my parents will be expecting me.” “Right, I could almost forget you’re still in high school after watching you do what you did today. I put your clothes upstairs. Hold here one sec and I’ll show you up there.” Jasper walked off for a moment, but was back quickly and motioned for Brian to follow him up the stairs. “You know you are really a beautiful boy” he said as they reached the second floor landing. Brian chuckled “if you say so.” “You don’t think so?” “I’m just a skinny nerdy kid. Maybe if you could teach me how to put on some muscle and I could get a tan, then maybe.” “Kid, come on, you are one fucking hot twinky neg boy… well, for the moment.” With that, Jasper opened the door to one of the bedrooms and walked in. It was pretty dark in the room, the curtains were drawn, and Brian noticed that for some reason Jasper didn’t turn on the lights. Maybe the light coming in from the hallway was enough? Brian walked in expecting to find his clothes laid out on the bed, but instead he didn’t see anything. Then, all of a sudden, he felt Jasper leap on to him. He basically threw Brian up on to the bed and in a flash got on top of the boy so he couldn’t move. Brian figured Jasper wanted to fuck him quickly before he left, which he was totally fine with. “Jasper! I’ve gotta go but if you wanna do this quick I think I could take one more load.” Brian could barely see Jasper’s face, but he could make out what looked like an evil grin, and for some reason he didn’t respond and just held Brian still for a moment. “What?” Brian puzzled. Then he heard the door shut behind Jasper. Someone else had come in. Brian recognized the guy; he hadn’t talked to him at all yet at the party, but he had been staring at him all day. A muscled Italian guy whose name he didn’t know, he did see him chatting with Jasper alone a lot. The Italian walked up alongside the bed and grabbed Brian’s right arm, which had been hanging off the side of the bed, and that’s when Brian felt it. He felt the handcuff clasp closing around his wrist, and saw the Italian man fasten the other side to the wrought iron headboard. “What the fuck, hey guys come on I’ve got to go home!” Brian exclaimed as his playful tone started giving way to genuine concern. Then, Jasper hopped off of Brian to the other side of the bed from the Italian, all while keeping hold of Brian’s left arm. Brian started to struggle, but it was no use against Jasper’s powerful grip, and soon he saw a second pair of handcuffs get closed over his other wrist and attached again to the headboard. “What’s going on!?” Brian complained. “Should we do his feet too? I’ve got some rope” the Italian said with not an ounce of playfullness in his voice. “No,” Jasper replied, “he’s not going anywhere. Plus we have him face up so we’ll need good access to his ass. We can just hold down his legs if needed.” Then Brian saw the door open and a third guy walked in to the dark room. He flipped a dim table lamp on near the door, lighting up the room just enough for Brian to see what was going on. It was Adam. “Oh good, you got him” Adam said to Jasper and the Italian. Jasper moved around to the foot of the bed and grabbed Brian’s legs by the ankles. His legs were skinny enough that Jasper almost entirely wrapped one hand around each one and brought them together, holding Brian down in a totally vulnerable position. Brian looked up at him. Even though he had spent the day fucking around, his eyes were full of fear. This felt different. “Did you think there was any chance you were going to leave this house still HIV-negative Brian?” Jasper asked matter-of-factly? Brian didn’t say anything, but he could feel himself starting to shake as his nerves took hold. “I noticed you didn’t say a word about your status as you were fucking around all day. That’s fine. My guess is you think it’s hot, getting fucked by older men who might be poz, who might infect you, but you still think that you’ll probably leave here, go back to your boyfriend, and be totally fine. Well, kid, that’s not going to happen.” Jasper was right. Brian was playing a dangerous Russian roulette. He craved taking the poz cum because it was risky, but he hadn’t fully committed to chasing it. He acquiesced to being the guest of honor at the party and figured he’d roll the dice, but he had gotten away with it once and thought there was a decent chance he was going to get away with it again. Jasper slid down his shorts, and Brian could see a large biohazard tattoo crowning his cock and balls. He continued talking after Brian’s silence, malice intent now clear in his voice. “Adam told you he was going to make sure you got pozzed this time. And damnit, we’re going to make sure of it, just like when I pozzed him.” Brian started to struggle, attempting to use his still-free legs to get out of this mess, but Jasper was far too strong. He ended up just writhing around on the bed, his now sunburnt body straining against restraints that weren’t going to be escaped from, tears beginning to well his eyes. “Come on man, I’ve got to go home! My parents are going to kill me if I stay any longer!” Brian couldn’t deny that he knew the risks of coming here, so he just tried to get out of it with that excuse. But of course, Jasper was right. “Please don’t do this” Brian whimpered. “Why not?” Brian paused, unsure if there were any arguments that would get him out of this. Clearly his parents weren’t going to do the trick (although he was going to have to figured out what to tell them), and he gave up the right to say he didn’t want to get pozzed when he walked through the door. He could only think of one other thing. “My boyfriend.” “Umm… yeah?” Jasper replied mockingly. “I mean, if you are as big a slut as I think you are, you won’t tell him, and you’ll end up pozzing him too. And then I can add another convert to my collection.” “No!!” The Italian took hold of Brian’s right leg, and handed Jasper a toothbrush. Adam came over and took hold of the left. “Adam, please let me go.” Brian appealed to his first lover. Adam just laughed in his face. “Step one, let’s fuck up your little teenage boy pussy. Make sure we have easy access to that blood stream” Jasper said, as without warning he slid toothbrush into Brian’s ass and began working it around the inside of his still cum-filled hole. Brian cried in agony as he felt the bristles tearing up his already tender asshole. “Stop it! Please! Why are you doing this to me!?” “Because you want it boy!” Jasper barked back angrily. “And it’s young, preppy twink boys like you that are just such fun to infect and destroy.” He was beginning to sound downright sadistic. Adam was stone-faced, and the Italian looked a bit crazy. Jasper pulled out the toothbrush and climbed up on to his knees on the bed. He leaned up over Brian to show him the now-red bristles. “Look at that Brian, that’s your blood. Your ass is ready.” “Step two, ” he said as he moved back from on top of Brian, picked up his ass, and took his legs from the other two, moving them up on to his shoulders, “a fuck from a very toxic cock. I haven’t been on meds for over a year Brian. You know what that means, don’t you?” Brian was completely powerless. His lean arms were handcuffed to the bed, and he knew kicking at Jasper would just make it worse now. His face was red with anger and tears were beginning to drip down his cheeks from a mixture of rage and fear. He didn’t say anything. “It means this is GOING to poz you”, and as he said that he slammed his 9 1/2 inch cock into Brian’s wrecked asshole. Brian screamed at the top of his lungs. Nothing had hurt like this, and he certainly didn’t care who heard it now. Jasper went to work ruthlessly destroying Brian’s asshole. He was grunting with each thrust, clearly loving the feeling of the teenage hole on his huge cock. Brian yelped with each motion. Jasper’s cock was by far the biggest he had taken, and it was getting to new depths in his body. The pain of his bleeding asshole taking in the large intruder was counterbalanced by the fact he was pretty sure Jasper was hitting his prostate, which sent waves of pleasure through his body that cut through the pain every other second. “Take it kid! Take my poz cock. Yeah, you love it boy, don’t you! I’m going to make sure you’re slutty ass and that big dick of yours are nice and toxic by the time you get your diploma bitch boy.” Brian felt his own cock getting hard fast, despite the pain and the fear. With each stroke of his prostate, his dick responded with more and more excitement. So many feelings were flying through his mind that he felt high. He couldn’t think anymore. “Please!” Brian yelled “Please!” “Please what!?” Jasper growled back. “Please stop!” “WRONG! Please what!?” Jasper pulled Brian’s skinny legs up farther, causing is long dick to go in even a bit farther. “Please….poz me!” Brian screamed. “Yessss” Jasper grunted. Brian’s cock erupted, all on it’s own, and spew cum all over his bare chest and smooth stomach. “Oh fuck yeah you like this boy don’t you! Fuck boy here it comes. I’m going to change your life forever. FUCKKK…” Jasper growled, pulled Brian in to him, and unleashed rope after rope of toxic cum deep in to the 18 year old’s destroyed ass. Brian’s cock let out another rope of cum of it’s own as he felt himself getting filled up even more. “Fuck kid… fuck you are one hot little poz twink.” Jasper leaned over Brian, keeping his cock in the boy’s ass for now, and started kissing him. Brian didn’t fight it, he didn’t even think about, he just kissed him back. Jasper pulled his dick out slowly, and Brian’s hole felt empty as he did. He could feel cum flowing out him; he didn’t want to see what color it was. Jasper moved to replace Adam, standing beside the bed and holding down Brian’s left leg now that they weren’t on his shoulders. Adam crawled on to the bed, and didn’t say anything as he lifted up Brian’s ass and slid his cock in for the second time that day. Adam didn’t feel as huge as Jasper, but he also didn’t hit Brian’s spot as much, so this fuck was more pain and less pleasure. “Told you kid.” Was all Adam said as he thrust into Brian just as hard as he did outside earlier that day. He didn’t last very long this time, and quickly unleashed another load of toxic cum into Brian’s ass. Then, it was the Italian’s turn. As he moved in to position, Brian could see the tip of his cock was pierced. He began to freak again, as he knew this was going to hurt. And it did. The Italian’s cock was just as big as Jasper’s, but it wasn’t just sliding in to an already destroyed hole, it was fucking it up even more. As the Italian slammed his pierced cock into Brian’s tender ass, he screamed in pain again. His body was flexing every muscle trying to repel the invader, but it was no use against the metal handcuffs and the strong men holding him down. “Beg for it!” the Italian ordered. “I want to hear you beg!” At first, Brian didn’t say anything, tears flowing down his cheeks as he tried to catch his breath. Then he felt a sting across his cheek as the Italian slapped him hard. He had stopped fucking, and Brian realized it wasn’t going to end until he did what he wanted. He leaned over Brian and grabbed his shaggy brown hair. “I said beg for it.” “Poz me.” “Louder!” “Poz me! God it hurts so much just cum in me man, please! Poz me, poz me, poz ME!” That pushed the Italian over the edge. He pulled his cock all the way out, and slammed it all the way back in, unleashing his toxic cum directly into Brian’s blood stream. Brian went limp and just laid on the bed, panting and whimpering. Jasper placed his hand on Brian’s stomach, and with the other stroked Brian’s hair. He leaned in and gave Brian another kiss. “Good boy. You did good, Brian. You’re poz now. It may not show up on a test for a couple weeks, but there’s no doubt you’re one of us now. You’re an teenage, HIV positive, high school twink.” Jasper looked up at the Italian “Fuck, that’s hot to say.” He continued “You’re never going to be the same boy you were before you walked in to my house today. I expect to see you back again, and I expect you to use this nice cock of yours…” Jasper picked Brian’s still semi-hard cock up off his stomach “…to infect all the hot boys at BU, and maybe even that boyfriend of yours.” Jake’s smiling face flashed in Brian’s mind. How was he going to tell him? What was he going to tell him? Was this the end of what had been going so well, before it even really began? The Italian unlocked the handcuffs and left the room. Adam pulled up his shorts and gave Brian a simple “see you around”, as if he didn’t care at all. Jasper stayed with him on the bed one more moment. “Your clothes will be on the kitchen table downstairs. You can stay here as long as you need, and you can leave whenever you want. You did good baby boy. Welcome to the club.”

Finally bought a sling. Solid steel frame, leather sling supported on chains. I tried it out with my boy Drew last night. Fucking awesome. I put Drew in one of my most used jockstraps and military boots. Got him in the sling, fastened the stirrups around his ankles and hauled his legs up high and well wide apart. I stepped back and stared at his beautiful hole. I’ve never seen his hole presented so well - I could tell he was horny cuz his hole was pulsing. I was wearing my black boots also. I stood between Drews legs with my hardon resting on Drew’s cock. Could smell his jock and the smell of his leather boots got me even harder so I decided to wear my biker’s chaps. Finally, leathered up it was time to breed Drew. I stepped forward, pressed my cock on his hole and thrust into him. Man, I’ve ever been so deep in Drew’s ass - his chute felt so much tighter on my helmet. Drew’s moaning was like nothing I’d heard before. Every time I thrust deep into him his body shuddered. I fucked him harder and harder and finally he said “Daddy, I’m gunna cum” I was so proud to see my boy shoot his load hands free as I fucked him. That made me cum so deep in his ass that I swear I seeded Drew’s soul. He’s gunna be back in the sling in an hour. I’m hard again just recounting last night.

Pozzing of Randy? So I was on a website browsing when I came across an ad: You a poz bb top, you pitch and i catch Looking for a horn??? Poz loaded, You Host, I swing by find it service it hard and take it, walk out wobbling Details: 61 years old, in Vancouver/ Portland. Looking for 25 - 69 yrs old. Posted 2 days ago. So I responded: U chasing? Randy: I might be why? You Hunting? Me: I am always hunting.. I had a conversion scare a couple months ago and thought I was poz and I realized I would have been happy gifting people if i had been poz. I even posted looking for chasers hoping I was converting. I suffered through the fuck flu symptoms for months and now that I am recovered I am looking to play again. Have you checked out BBRTS? There are a few poz guys on there that live to breed neg asses. Have you thought about just taking the plunge and having a poz zing party? I have just not seen many chasers on here. That’s why I asked. Also have you been on the breedingzone forums? Randy: I do like servicing Horny Poz Guys, sounds like you do too. Yes been fucked several times by Poz guys however most are Undetectable. I have only knowing serviced 1 Toxic Poz guy but his sperm was wasted. he was good and I would of let him convert me that night. Me: That does sound like a waste of a poz load. Just the thought of then being able to fuck anything and not care sounds so appealing doesn’t it? Randy: Yeah I'll bet you get f****** horny thinking you're loading somebody up with your convertible sperm Me: Yes the thought excites me. Cannot have kids and that is the next best thing. So are you thinking after you convert you will become a gifter too? Randy: I went to peeps a couple years ago suck the nice black boner through the g******** turned around and pushed up on him and he pumped that dick right into my ass shot his load off in me and I met him a couple months after that asked him if he was pause and he said what the hell are you worried about you've already dropped I've already dropped a load in your ass before. Me: Too funny but true, once you take a poz load what is another? Randy: So do you like to play around like to find a nice horny cock to play with. Me: Yes I do. I mostly bottom but top once in awhile. Mostly play during the work week because wife likes for me to be home when she is off. She knows all about me playing with guys. Randy: That's hot I'd love to see your COK get me all horny maybe we play a little I like to suck horny cock get horny enough you can just split my ass cheeks open and drop a load my pussy. love to suck you dick and swallow your sperm or take it bb up my cunt in my panties. Nice, you fucking me bb? Me: If you want.. easier for me to get hard and stay hard.. Randy: Yes I want to suck that cock of yours hard you slip it in my p**** all bareback and ready to just knock my p**** up I'll bet you have a 30 day load of sperm in you don't you. putting some of that Unknown Sperm in me aren't you? Me: It would be fun to give a shot at pozzing you with my load into you bb. I think your pussy deserves it since it likes to play bare. Randy: so you are pumping Poz sperm aren't you? Me: Take the chance I am.. Randy: Nice, How long you been poz? On med's?? Me: You’ll find out that answer in a couple of weeks or not. I want you to just take my load and enjoy it. I think you enjoy the thought of not knowing. Could even video it if you find out it my cum is poz. Then you could have a video to relive it. Randy: Sounds fucking hot to me you should just as your starting to spray it inside me you should say surprise pause pause Sounds like your poz to me, and your looking for that chaser, Fuck That's me Me: When can you cum over? I am free now and want something to unload into. Otherwise I will find an actual risk taker today. Randy: Be there in 30 mins, just send me your address. That was 20 mins ago and now I am waiting for him to show up.. I am going to breed his ass and pump a large load into him and make him wait to find out .

Manhattan bookstores - started at one that has an upstairs area. Lots of standing around and the requisite boys looking to get paid. Lots of looking and no action so I said fuck this — Found an open booth and dropped the sweatpants to present my jockstrapped ass facing the open door. The door closes and a big one slowly but steadily slides in my hot pre-lubed hole. Firm hands on the hips pulling back on a thick hard cock and of course the natural reaction is to push back and try to get it crammed deeper inside. Fuckkk. Can feel bull balls bouncing as a slow steady fuck turns into demanding slams from a clearly strong anonymous top. He picks up the pace till a final thrust signaled he was unloading deep inside. As the throbs slowed down waited for the cock to slowly retreat turned around to lick it clean. Black stud 6 foot 1 washboard abs shirtless wearing a hoodie with at least 8.5-9 inches still hard and throbbing. As he exited stayed in position and it didn’t take long for the next one. Damn. It was thicker and bigger. Lean unassuming white guy pushed the previous load in deeper and mixes it around but wasn’t ready to unload. Next store. Dude walks in takes one glance as he enters the booth and I grab the adjoining booth. The dick immediately comes through the glory hole and it is a work of art. Looks like one you would use as a model to create a thick gnarly dildo. Thick meaty head, very fleshy even thicker shaft that had a big curve to the right. Even though it seemed like it might be too thick it filled my mouth and throat like magic. A combination of hard and flexible as he started to fuck my face. No way I was going to miss out on this stretching my hole. Quick as lightning up and bent over and pushed at my loose pucker. It went in dragging against the walls of my already loaded hole. No questions. Just a steady hard fuck proceeded. Bent over with the ass against the gloryhole trying to get as much of that beautiful thick dick. The steady pace quickened and the wall was bouncing as the stud drove his meat as deep as possible. With a final thrust i could feel each pulse as he unloaded. As he pulled out I turned around to clean it off and catch any remaining drops of cum and whispered thanks sir. Reaching back found my ass stretched open and not ready to close anytime soon so scooped a few fingers in to bring some of that sweet load to my lips to enjoy the tasty treat that was just deposited. Made one more stop after that but will have to document that later.

(*** Warning. This story ends with a graphic description of a violent sexual nightmare. Proceeded at your own risk. ***) It wasn't even eleven the next morning and I already had a stranger's naked cock in my daddy ass. Once that life gate opened it seemed there was no closing it. I had been in a deep sleep when the insistent ring of the door bell stirred me. The bedside clock read 10:45 am and I thought, 'Damn, the pizza boy is early. ' I was halfway down the stairs again before remembering I was naked as a Jay bird. I decided not to worry for the pizza boy. Imagine my and the UPS delivery man's surprise when I opened the door. "Umm, this is a first." He said. "Step inside please, I'll grab something to put on." He stepped in, closed the screen door and spoke before I had climbed two steps. "Don't bother. I'm no prude. Just took me by surprise is all." After a second or two thought I took him at his word. I signed for the package my wife must have ordered. My cock was responding to this handsome man's testosterone pheromones, as well as the sight of him opening the fly of his uniform's shorts. He fished out a huge flaccid dick. "You clearly don't have a tip on you. I'll take it in trade." He said. Even semi hard his tool filled my mouth. I loved the feeling of sucking it and wondered what was wrong with my wife. I was just beginning to wonder if I could manage such a huge cock in my ass when his finger found my ring. Soon he licked his finger and pushed it in. Bingo; he knew what had been up me in the middle of the night. I was spun and bent over the stair railing. First he licked my ass but waisted no time moving to a bareback fuck. There was no talk of covering up. The moment his mammoth head penetrated I thought I'd been split in two. He just coaxed me to breathe deep and relax. "Fuck man, you're just too big. Please, pull out. " "It's okay. You'll adjust. Just keep breathing and push out like you're shitting." I followed his instructions and before I knew it he was sliding in deep. I had never felt so full before, but with that was also a wonderful feeling of being possessed. Such a comforting sense that I knew I wanted this delightful pain more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. My groans of pleasure sent a clear message, he started the out and in motion. Most of the copious cum from my night shift antics had been absorbed and his spit for lube was drying out. My ass ring burned like hell and I was about to ask him to stop when he spoke. "Very close man. I'm going to blow in your hole. You ready? ... Argh ... fuck ...take it ... breeding your ass ..." At that moment I heard the squeak of the screen door. In walked the pizza boy and his two friends. They had heard every word. They were already removing their clothes before he softened and plopped out. A six foot four skinny bean pole was first to get to me. He was feltching out my ass. After feeding some to me he let me know. "You're not so clean down there. I'm a pig myself so I don't mind. But, a shower might be in order." "Yeah, I need a quick refresher before I get back to my deliveries. Where's your shower?" UPS man. I pointed the way and followed the parade of mostly naked men climbing my stairs. I was last to arrive and quite surprised to see the UPS guy was already fucking the pizza boy in the shower. I didn't think anyone could recharge so quickly, but, very soon UPS was blasting inside pizza boy. UPS quickly rinsed off and was pulling on his uniform as he exited the bathroom. The others moved me under the shower and had the hose down and head trained up my ass, quick as a wink. "Don't worry man. Any cum we wash out now we'll replace in spades." They were true to their word. Having taught me how to douche, we moved to the bedroom. One after the other they mounted me in a variety of positions. Before they left two hours later I had ten fresh loads soaking into my guts. I was utterly exhausted and fell into a fitful sleep. It was obvious from my dream loops I was craving more and more breedings from anonymous cock after cock. My final dream was watching a virgin girl being offered as human religious sacrifice. As she was being tied to her pyre she transformed into a naked me in the midst of a gay orgy. A god of a naked gladiator was giving me the most erotic evil grin as he reached to take hold of his sword. He was about to shove this weapon up my ass when I awakened to the most intense orgasm spraying over my hairy belly. What the fuck was I allowing to happen to me?

1st night on Hampstead Heath for ages. After wandering around whilst it got dark I ended up in the dark room with my trousers round my ankles and my arse on display. I took about 7 or 8 different cocks but one was thick and the top knew what he was doing. He fucked a couple of other guys but came back to my hole. He then said I should follow him. We left the dark room and found a fallen tree that he made me bend over. He fucked me again and I asked for his load. After about another 5 minutes of fucking he unloaded in my hole. He pulled his cock out and walked off into the darkness. I returned to the dark room and took another couple of cocks but no more loads after that.

152 loads up me so far.

In the morning I woke up a bit confused at first and then saw Darren's big hairy body next to me and suddenly remembered. To my surprise rather than being angry about what happened I immediately got massively hard. Darren's powerful cock felt intense inside me and filled me in a way I had never experienced before. The poz cum inside me reminded me I belonged to a real man - a dominant. Darren began to stir and getting thicker and longer. The poz snake was back. I started to suck it carefully hoping he would not mind and he stirred and moaned "yeh, good boy, take daddy's cock". At this I climbed on and eased it into my ass fucking myself on the poz weapon. I leant across and whispered in Darren's ear "make me yours sir". Jake woke up and was like "woah man, you've done enough you don't need to take any more dirty seed". I kept fucking myself on Darren's cock and said "sir, I'm already converting to you! I want to be your sub! I love your cock". Darren flung me off his cock and face down on the bed. He rammed his cock back into me and pounded intensely. He shouted "tell me what you want" and I screamed "poz cum sir, YOUR poz cum" and with that he growled and pushed his cock into me fully and spurted filling me with his toxins. Jake was astonished and said "why did you take more dirty cum, don't tell me you like it?". I replied to look at Darren, how muscular he is, how hairy, how big his cock is and I said "can you imagine such a meaty cock filling you - it is intense. And his poz cum marks me out as his lad". Darren said "that's right boy, you belong to me now and I will always be inside you whats your name anyway?. I replied it was Dave. We showered each other, Darren slipped me his number and we headed off. On the way home Jake asked so many questions about me taking poz cum and even began to ask about what having such a big cock in me felt like. The next Saturday Jake texted me to ask if wanted to go back down the club but I replied I couldn't as I'd arranged with Darren to spend the evening and the night together. Jake said I must be hungry for that cock. Darren fucked me slowly and tenderly saying we were becoming one. I felt so safe like I belonged in his arms. We drifted off to sleep but were awoken by a text at 3am from Jake saying he was so drunk and was really horny and could he watch Darren and I fuck if we did it again that night. Darren chuckled and said "sure". When Jake arrived Darren said "why don't you both kneel on the ground and kiss this massive snake like good little pups. We both hungrily did as we were told. Darren said to Jake" you loved having Dave's cock in you last week and I've made him rock hard - this could be your last chance before my seed takes hold". He threw us the poppers and we hungrily sniffed. Jake said he needed me and I put on a condom as I knew Jake loved them and slid my cock into Jakes hole. Jake sniffed some more poppers and stop a moment and I pulled out. He sniffed yet again, rolled the condom off me and backed onto my cock saying "its my only chance to feel you raw before Darren converts you". We fucked passionately for about half an hour until I shot my last neg load into Jake's hole and we kissed more. Despite having shot a big load with me inside him Jake was still hard - he said "wow raw feels so good - just a pity I can't take Darren's monster". Darren stood behind Jake hugging him with his raw cock against his hole and wispered "who says you can't".

It’s the signal-to-noise ratio that is the downfall of all of these apps because their essential function is to facilitate communication. The genuineness of the messages received, however, has on the whole proven so unreliable that the system no longer has the internal integrity needed for a functional network. In terms of these apps’ usefulness as hookup tools, however, here’s my hypothesis: I’m starting to think that they don’t produce that many actual hookups because there aren’t as many men actually interested in hooking up as we assume there are. I think the number of men with the drive, willingness, and lack of inhibition to actively seek sexual intercourse is smaller than generally supposed. The apps are full of men indulging in fantasies of what it would be like to hook up, or simply looking for participatory porn to fap to. I know that the signal I’m sending is genuine, but it could be that the signal-to-noise ratio is bad because there isn’t that much actual signal out there to begin with.

About an hour into my shift that night our line shut down. This usually means at least a half hour, sometimes a full hour, to mostly stand around, shoot the breeze or twiddle our thumbs. I just happened to be working with Stu. He's the handsome young guy I'd had the confusing crush on when he started at our workplace. I was straight, married with kids. How could I have a man crush? I'd become very jealous when I learned he had a girlfriend. He usually worked in the shipping loading department but for some reason had been teamed up with me for this shift. By the time the line broke down everyone in the plant was soaked in sweat. Not only was the temperature off the charts, so was the humidity. I have never understood why but hot and humid conditions like those always made me incredibly horny. Add the tempting morsel of a man to the mix and I was constantly trying to hide adjusting my hardon so I wouldn't betray myself to this other straight guy. At least my sweat soaked shorts hid any pizza boy cum leaking from my ass from my earlier encounter. I couldn't put that experience out of my mind let alone his parting declaration of more sex play tomorrow. No wonder my erection was such a constant and annoying issue. We spent a few minutes tidying our work station and then Stu retrieved cold drinks from the vending machine. Having handed me mine he pulled off his t-shirt and wiped his sweaty brow. My Forman would never allow this no matter how hot and humid so I warned Stu. He responded; "Shit, in loading we work naked in this kind of heat and humidity. As long as we have work boots on, heck, our Forman joins us. Your's needs to lighten up." "Wow, naked? Are you kidding?" As he adjusted his privates I realized he was 'free balling', commando. The bulge snaking down his leg was impressive and growing. "You know your Forman is off sick tonight don't you? Stu smiled. "Yeah I forgot", I joined him by pulling off my soaked shirt. My erection was growing and peaked out over the band of my shorts. Blushing I tried to conceal it. "Fuck man, no need to hide that. I'm flattered. Besides you're one good looking dude. " "But I thought you had a girlfriend?" "Shit, sure I do man. But we swing both ways. Makes for some fuckin hot threeways and group action if you know what I mean." He boldly stepped toward me, reached into my shorts and took a firm grasp of my rock hard cock. "Stu, what are you doing?" "Just exactly what you think I'm doing. Let's get some privacy behind the dumpster. I'm going to suck this baby off." "Fuck!" "We can do that to if you want." He was out of his shorts and boots stark naked before we even got hidden. Quickly he was on his knees and tugging down my shorts and underwear. He started with my cock head savoring every inch. After licking all the sweaty salt off he easily slipped over my shaft deep throating balls deep. My wife hated giving head so this was an unbelievable treat. I don't know how he was able to breathe and stay down so long but I could feel his tongue lapping my balls. His hands took hold of my ass cheeks and he directed me to face fuck him. His force made it clear he wanted it strong and powerful. I was getting quite worked up when one of his fingers found my ass ring and pushed inside. He immediately pulled off my cock and stuck the finger in his mouth. He smiled up at me. "Fuck you man! You already have somebody's load up there. Or are there more?" "Shit no! Just one. The pizza boy's." "Hot damn! You're right out of a porn movie! I didn't see that coming." He was back on my cock urging his face fuck as more fingers messaged and found their way inside me. He was driving me wild and I warned him I was getting close. He just intensified the action on both my cock and hole. I couldn't hold off any longer and spasmmed my load into his mouth. He took in every drop. I thought he had swallowed but when he stood to kiss me he deposited some of my cum into my mouth. All of a sudden he was behind me spitting the rest of my load onto my ass hole. His big raw cock was then penetrating me balls deep. I stuttered; "Awe ... fuck man ... awe ... condom?" "Pretty clearly the pizza boy didn't use one, unless it broke. But, I doubt that. No man, your taking me raw. Just tell me that's what you want 'cause I'm not believing anything else." I meekly nodded my head and his pistonning began in earnest. The more I groaned my pleasure the harder and more intense his fuck. I lost complete track of time and surroundings. I had never felt so absolutly possessed by another and I never wanted it to end. His voice broke through my revory; "I'm very close. Tell me you want this load inside man!" "Shit! No! .. Fuck! Keep going! Don't stop! Cum in my ass! Cum inside me!" Volley after volley blasted as my ass muscles contracted into an orgasm of their own. Until that moment I hadn't known that could happen! As we regained our composure I began to become aware of our surroundings again. I was startled by the clapping and cheers of three co-workers who had gathered to watch our sex show. As Stu's softening cock fell out of me one of the guys spoke to the others. "See Stu's raw cock. I told you he was taking it bareback. He just got bred deep. My turn next." Luckily it was a full hour before the bell warned us the line would be restarting. By then all three men's loads had joined Stu and the pizza boy's. I had fucked one into Stu and he'd sucked down two more. Best damn shit of my life! But what the fuck had I turned into?!

In this case, the D&D stand for Dungeons & Dicks. Or Dice & Dicks. Or maybe even Dicks & Disease. All of them are accurate, but I’m getting ahead of myself here. Being a single, gay nerd in the city but with very few friends, I found myself alone a lot. And lonesome a lot. Not being much of a drinker or a bar person, I was constantly looking for any sort of fun activity where I could find some friends with a common interest. And, admittedly, sometimes just the chance at a decent fuck. Unfortunately, most of the time I just ended up along on my couch, pulling my pud. As I was bored and cruising online one evening, I stumbled upon a profile that piqued my interest. It was a wickedly hot, leather daddy-type— ruggedly handsome, salt and pepper hair, muscular, bearded, furry, dark eyes, and man did he look fine in a harness. His picture made me stop scrolling and open his profile, but it was his interests that really piqued my curiosity. In addition to being a top and into leather, he wrote that he was a dungeon master for a leather D&D group. It was a fun, diverse group of men and they played on Saturday evenings, usually in leather or other gear. It has been awhile since I’d played D&D, but I always really liked it. And I hadn’t had a group game night in so long that the idea really appealed to me. “What have I got to lose?” I asked myself. So I struck up a conversation with him. Me: You have a D&D group? Cool! Are you in a campaign right now, and are you accepting new players? DM: Actually, we are just starting a new campaign, and there is room for one or two more. Are you interested? Me: I’m VERY interested! I’d love the chance to play with you guys. Can you tell me a bit about what all goes on? DM: Well, we typically get together in the early evening on Saturdays. We’ll drink (possibly smoke a little 420), roleplay, and generally have some laughs and a good time. It’s a good excuse to wear some leather and escape into a fantasy realm. Me: All that sounds great- I could really use a fun group to hang with DM: Now, I will say that sometimes our evenings evolve into sex. The campaigns tend to be randy, and as DM I make sure to make the adventures are full of… fun. Besides, we are playing in a leather “dungeon” space and boys will be boys… Me: Is the sex expected or…? DM: Naw. It usually happens at the end of the evenings. You can always just go home at that point if you want. Or just watch. Me: Good to know. Although it’s been so long since I’ve been plowed, I’d probably welcome a host of Orcs to breed me! DM: Really? Do tell…. Me: haha, I don’t know. DM: oh come on. Use your imagination. D&D is all about about fantasy and creativeness Me: You said it was a dungeon, so I guess I sort of picturing being a Paladin and being captured by a roving band of Orcs. They strip me, put me in a sling, and restrain me so they can teach my lawful good ass a lesson. It’s kind of hot to think about a bunch of big-dicked Orcs standing around, egging each other on, and taking turns using the Paladin for their dark enjoyment. By the end, I’m full of Orc seed and have to make a saving-throw vs poison or be turned into a anti-Paladin. DM: hmmm. Now that IS hot. Me: heh, yeah. I guess I have a dark fantasy life. DM: well, I think you are just what our party needs. Can you cum next weekend and do you have any gear? Me: Yeah! I’m free. I’d love to meet the group and have an adventure. And I have a leather harness. And a jock. DM: Wear them. We’re gonna have a lot of fun. Oh! Do you have any dice handy to do a pre-roll for me? Like a 1d20? Me: Um… no. No multi-sided dice here. I think I could find a regular die maybe in my game closet… DM: Go get it. I’ll wait I left to go rummage around in my games. I did manage to find an old Yahtzee game and I grabbed the dice from it and dashed back to my computer. Me: Back. I have the Yahtzee dice. DM: Good. Pick three and roll them for me. And tell me what numbers you get. I did as I was told. Since I wasn’t exactly sure what I was rolling for, I wasn’t sure if a high number or low number was better. Normally you want the highest number possible (like for hit points or saving throws). These dice weren’t necessarily kind. Me: I got a 1, a 2 and a 4. DM: Excellent. Thank you. Me: what was I rolling for? DM: Don’t you worry about that. It was just a pre-roll to help me with some character creation stuff for the campaign. Now, next Saturday show up at 6 pm so that we can generate your character and get you ready to play, ok? Oh, and be sure to cum “prepared” just in case. You might meet a guy or two and really hit it off. Who knows? They’re a good group I agreed and told him I’d see him the following Saturday. I gotta say, the next week passed exceedingly slowly. My mind kept drifting to my impending D&D party and I was getting excited. Not only was I getting the chance to meet some guys for fun gaming, but maybe I’d meet some guys for other fun too! Lord knows I could use it! And if not, just getting the fuck out of my apartment would be a blessing. I did jack off thinking of the possibilities of maybe meeting a guy and being bent over in the dungeon, but I stopped mid-week in order to put myself in a randier frame of mind. Saturday finally rolled around (pun intended) and I was almost jumping out of my skin I was so excited. I was also more than a bit nervous. After all, I was walking into a group situation where I was the new guy. What if I didn’t like it or they didn’t like me? I decided that going one time was an adventure in and of itself, and if I didn’t like it I wouldn’t have to go back. At least it was an opportunity, right? I prepared myself as requested. Man, had it been awhile since I’d been fucked and just douching made me horny! I donned by old Bike jock strap and leather bulldog harness and I drove to the address provided. I parked and walked to the front door, butterflies in my stomach. There was a note on the door with my name on it. I opened it and it said, “Welcum and well met, friend. Adventure (and desire?) await beyond this portal. If you are strong of will and pure of heart, enter. Follow the signs to the dungeon where your mettle will be tested.” The gothic script was a nice touch, as was the note. It set a good tone and I was excited for the night to begin. So I turned the doorknob and entered. The house was dimmed upstairs, but there was enough light to see by. I followed the signs through the living room to the basement stairway. There was some low, atmospheric music playing. It was akin to the soundtracks that some folk have at Halloween parties. As I headed down the stairs to the “dungeon” I took note of the sign on the sloped riser “Abandon all hope, all ye who enter here.” Again, nice touch. At the bottom of the stairs the dungeon was dark, lit with some fake candles for atmosphere, and a red bulb. There were also black curtains up to make a small ante-chamber of sorts. At the back of this area sat Daddy DM behind a desk. He had on an ornate, leather, demon half-mask with curved horns. He was also wearing a harness and leather wrist cuffs, and a leather arm band on the left. On the desk was a set of ornate D&D dice. The were obsidian with gold numbers and they glittered in the half-light. I also had the distinct impression that we weren’t alone in the dungeon. Like, I could sense that there were other people lurking behind the black curtains, even if I wasn’t sure. My skin just crawled with that feeling. “Welcome,” he said. I am your Dungeon Master. You may address me as such or as ‘Master’ for the remainder of the evening. Is that clear?” “Yes Dungeon Master,” I said in a hushed voice. “We’re very glad to have you as part of this campaign. First, I will give you a safe ‘phrase’ for the evening. This is a precaution and for you to use as you will, although I hope you will enjoy yourself so as not to avail yourself of it. Your safe phrase is ‘holy avenger’. Do you understand?” Again I replied, “Yes, Dungeon Master.” Although my mind was starting to spin a bit trying to figure out why I might need a safe phrase. Like, how far did this fantasy role playing go? I didn’t want guys to start smacking me with fake swords and stuff. “Come forward. It’s time to create your character.” He produced a character sheet from a desk drawer and a heavy, ornate fountain pen. “You are to be a Paladin. After all, it is the first character that came to your mind when we chatted, and our campaign has never had one. Our character profile tends to skew much darker than Lawful Good,” he grinned. “First, however, what will be your name henceforth?” I had been thinking of names since I had been invited, so I was ready. “Astor. I would like to be known as Astor. Astor the Pure.” The DM looked at me and smirked. “Ass.. tore. How fitting.” This was met with a few hushed snickers from behind the curtain. “And are you pure, as your name states? Meaning in this case, are you HIV negative?” “Yes, Dungeon Master,” I whispered. The DM looked at me as a slow smile spread across his face. “Well then. Well met, Astor... the pure.” The Dungeon Master then had me roll the dice and determine my hit points and various character qualities. Within 10 minutes we had my character fleshed out. The DM took the sheet and pen from me and put them back in the drawer. I was a bit confused by this until he spoke again. “The campaign will begin shortly and you’ll get your character sheet back at that time. But first, Astor the Pure, are you ready to begin your solo adventure?” “Solo adventure, Master?” I inquired hesitantly. “Astor, you have not yet met up with the rest of your adventure party. You must journey to meet them at a distant tavern. Are you ready to begin?” “Yes Dungeon Master”, I nodded. “Roll the d20,” he commanded. I rolled it and watched as the d20 betrayed me. It was a 2. The DM chuckled low and throaty. “A 2. Well, it seems misfortune is following you, Astor. While bathing yourself in the local stream, all of your clothes are stolen. Disrobe now and leave your clothes over there,” he said as he pointed to the foot of the staircase. “Um… do you mean for real or…,” I started to say. The look the DM gave me told me everything I needed to know. I took off all my clothes. His eyes glittered like the obsidian dice on the table. When I got down to a jock and harness I was told I could keep those on along with my boots. “Roll the d20 again,” he commanded. And again the die was not kind. It was a 4. “Oh dear,” he said with a sneer, “You seem to have stumbled upon a roving band of Orcs.” His eyes glinted in the half-light and my stomach clenched. Orcs? No. He wasn’t going down the route of the fantasy I had texted him during our conversation a week ago. I heard shuffling and movement from behind the curtain and I started to shiver. “Roll the d20 again. This is going to determine which die you roll for just how many Orcs you will face. The number on the d20 will be rounded up to the next nearest die type. For instance, if you roll a 3, you will then roll a 1d4. If you roll a 5 or 6, a 1d6. 7-8, a 1d8, etc. May the fates be kind.” I hesitated. The d20 had been rolling low for me, so perhaps it was a loaded die? Did I really want to go through with this? I had a safe phrase. I could opt out. I was shaking I was so nervous, but it was also that nervous shiver from excitement. I could still back out later if things went off the rails. So I picked up the die and rolled…. I got an 11. “An 11. That means you’ll be rolling the 1d12 to determine the size of the Orc band. And may the odds be ever in your favor,” he snorted. This entire time I heard movement and low murmurs from behind the curtain. There were definitely a few men back there, how many I could not tell. The got quiet as I picked up the 12 sided die to roll for how many marauders I would face. I rolled. A 12. Fuck. “Astor the Pure. On your journey to the tavern to meet up with your band of adventurers, you were set upon by 12 Orcs. Although you struggled valiantly, one Paladin was no match for 12 Orcs. 12 Orcs that had been without companionship for months while on the road.” The DM swept the dice off the desk, put them into a velvet bag and placed them in the desk drawer. He then stood up and with a gesture directed me to enter the curtained area behind the desk. I obeyed. As soon as the curtain swept closed behind me, I was actually set upon by what I assumed to be the “orcs”. It was really dark and I couldn’t see much yet. The orcs were rough as they subdued me. One orc held me in a headlock from behind, fully pressed up against me. I felt his hard cock nosing into the cleft of my ass. At least two other orcs grabbed my arms. One roughly grabbed my cock through my jock strap. My mind was reeling and I was having trouble forming coherent thoughts. Was this really happening? Was I about to be fucked by 12 guys?? Am I up for this? Do I even WANT this to happen? I was very conflicted but was also very turned on. A brief mouth on my cock sort of pushed me over the edge and I relaxed into the situation. A moan escaped my lips. The orcs then walked me forward to the glow in the dungeon, the one behind me keeping me in a headlock. As my eyes adjusted I could see they were leading me to a sling. There was a dim red light above and some fake red candles in the sling alcove, all giving the area a hellish cast. When we got to the sling area, my captors released me and turned me around. That’s when I saw their faces (and bodies) for the first time. There were 5 Orcs there, and each had on an identical grimacing leather “orc” mask. Their faces were totally obscured. They even had eye black around their eyes to add a dark touch. Each orc was also dressed in various leather gear. It did not escape my attention that each Orc was also fully erect and impressively endowed. My eyes passed over each of them in turn. One orc appeared to be a younger, twink type. Bulldog harness and nothing else. Tight, hairless body, with a good 7 inches on him. His cock was curving up toward his navel, and his balls were tight to his body. He licked his lips. The second Orc (we’ll call him uncut Orc) was a stocky, Hispanic guy. Old school harness that had a strap down to a cock ring. Thick chest and arms, with leather/metal bicep cuffs. His cock was a fat, uncut, hefty piece of meat jutting straight out from his body. Maybe 6.5”, but wide, especially in the middle. There was already a glistening strand of precum drooling from his foreskin covered head. The third one was obviously an older man- perhaps late 60’s or more? It was hard to tell, not being able to see his face, but he sort of had that skinny, grandpa physique. No harness, but he had on chaps. And Jesus fucking Christ. One of the biggest dicks I’d ever seen on a human. Had to be 10 inches at least. Straight as an arrow. And meaty thick. Not maybe as thick as the Hispanic Orc, but definitely a fucktube of epic proportions. And a set of ridiculous low hangers on him too. My hole puckered tightly just seeing him. The fourth Orc was a goddamn muscle god. One of those model-proportioned physiques that you see in porn or in fitness mags. He had on these crotchless neoprene shorts and sort of leather suspender things. He had to have at least 7.5” or more of dick sticking out below his perfect six pack, but it was hard to tell from the wicked left curve of the shaft. I’m pretty sure he’s been the one holding me from behind. The last Orc was a Black guy. Bulldog harness and a black jock that was pulled aside to reveal a beautiful piece of meat arcing out and down away from his slight Dad bod gut. My guess was 8.5 to 9” of shiny, ebony cock. Muscle Orc spoke first in a rough voice. “Get in the sling, Paladin. We need release, and you are going to provide it. DO IT!” I hopped up into the sling and scooted my body until I was comfortable. The Orcs set to securing me—they put my booted feet in the stirrups and cinched them tight around my ankles. My wrists were also secured with cuffs tied together in front of me. I wasn’t going anywhere. Hispanic Orc stepped up to the head of the sling and commanded me to suck him. “Open that mouth, Astor, and get to work pleasing me.” I turned my head so he had easier access to my mouth. I opened up and he grabbed my head and pushed his cock roughly inside. I could taste his precum as his silken foreskin became my tongue’s plaything. “Who’s going first?” I heard one of the others ask. “Let me go first, guys,” another said. “I’m not gonna last long and I’ll get him all lubed up for the rest of you.” At this point I came back to myself a bit and broke off sucking the Hispanic orc. “Um, guys? What about protection?” I asked. They all laughed. Black orc said harshly, “Orcs don’t use sheep skin sheathes… we use Paladin intestines.” The others laughed again. “Dungeon Master?” I cried out plaintively. His voice floated to me from the dark recesses of the dungeon. “You have your safe phrase. You have the ability to end the adventure any time you so choose. The others will abide. However, it was you who fantasized about being full of dirty orc seed.” Again, my mind was spinning. What do I do? Do I let these strangers fuck me without condoms? Were they going to cum in me? I mean, obviously that’s exactly what they planned to do. But I was negative and mostly played safe. I was fraught with conflicting emotions. Fear. Excitement. Nervousness. Desire. Shame. In the pause where my mind was racing, Hispanic orc set about fucking my mouth again. Cradling my head with one hand as he slowly pistoned back and forth. During this, I suddenly felt a hand fumbling with my cock to remove it from my jock, and then a warm, wet presence enveloped me. One of them was sucking my dick and suddenly desire moved to the forefront. Dark, twisted, wicked desire. My fear melted and I knew I was going to get them fuck me however they wanted to fuck me. The moan that escaped my mouth was enough acquiescence for the Orcs. While sucking and being sucked, I was suddenly invaded by a slickened finger. They were lubing me up for the onslaught to come. First one finger, then two. More lube. More fingers. I noted that the fingers were kind of rough and scratchy while lubing me up. I hoped the fucks would go smoother. “That pure hole should be good n prepped now,” I heard one of them say. “Have at him, boy. Fill him with your special orc lube.” I pulled off sucking again just long enough to say, “Dungeon Master, sir? May I please have some poppers?” “Provide him with the ‘Potion of Liberation’,” I heard the DM say. And a bottle of poppers was placed in my tethered hands. I fumbled with the cap and unscrewed the lid. I heard the “pffft” and knew it was a fresh bottle. I managed to bring my bound hands to my face, closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. As the euphoria was setting in, I felt the first cock head push against my hole. I opened my eyes and looked forward to see who was fucking me first. It was the twink Orc. Thankfully he was working in slowly as my pucker relaxed under the influence of the provided potion. He was using his hips in time with the sling to slowly move his cock back and forth into my ass. Each thrust went just a fraction deeper. And deeper. And deeper until his pelvis was resting against my ass. “His ass is like a wet furnace, y’all!” the twink orc said. And then he started fucking. At first I was having trouble relaxing so his curved 7” was uncomfortable inside me, but slowly I gave into the feeling and my hole relaxed. Plus seeing this lithe, tight bodies boy fucking me with a ghoulish mask on was tapping into some dark fantasies that were really tripping my trigger. Around us the other Orcs were watching. The Hispanic orc was jacking his uncut meat slowly by my face. Grandpa orc and Black orc were flanking the twink as he fucked me. Muscle Orc walked up to the other side of the sling and reached out to start pawing at my chest. His hands found my nipples and he started tweaking them lightly. “Oh JESUS YES!” I shouted as he had found my on switches. My nips had always been wired directly to my hole. Touching them makes me go into overdrive and also makes me go into bottom dick pig mode. “Fuck man, whatever you’re doing to him-- don’t stop!” said the Twink Orc. “His hole is power gripping my tool—I’m gonna lose it soon!” The twink Orc sped up his tempo and the sling chains were rattling as he pounded into my ass. He started grunting with each thrust, getting louder and louder. Then he rammed in hard and cried out. I could feel his young cock spasming in my guts. Seven, eight, nine, ten pulses… and more. I could honestly feel the jets of load striking my ass walls, filling me up with his seed. “Christ that was hot,” he said as he pulled out. “Next!” He and Hispanic Orc traded places. I heard him lube up, and then the pressure of that fat cock entering me. While the twink had definitely lubed me up and gotten me into fuck mode, I wasn’t quite ready for the thickness pushing past my ring. “More poppers,” I mumbled as I struggled with the bottle again. Once I got that popper high going, my hole relaxed and that uncut cock started sliding in and out with a regular rhythm. Twink Orc pulled my head to his cock “Suck me clean, Paladin,” he commanded. I obeyed. Muscle orc started in on my nips again and I was moaning with a mouthful of spent, slimy cock. I felt a mouth on my dick again, and my synapses started to short circuit. The pleasure was crazy intense. I was almost on the verge of cumming and I knew that would be a mistake at this point, so I pulled off the twink cock and said, “Please- no more playing with my dick. I’m too close.” The mouth action stopped immediately. “We wouldn’t want to kill your insatiable bottom mood, would we?” said Grandpa orc, as he had been the one sucking me off. “I’m close,” Hispanic orc said suddenly. A few pumps later and I could tell he was cumming inside me. He never stopped fucking though, just kept that same steady tempo as his Orc babies oozed out inside my ass. He eventually did a slow pull out of my ass, and I could feel semen trickle out of my hole. I was taking raw cock and letting masked strangers cum in my ass… and I was fucking turned up to eleven by it. “I think it’s about time we ruined Astor the Pure, what do you think?” said Grandpa Orc as he stepped up to the plate. Oh shit, I thought. His dick was mammoth, and it fucking scared me. I’d never come anywhere near taking a cock that big. Ever. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to. Part of me was excited by the prospect, but most of me was steeling myself to disappoint everyone by using my safe phrase. I felt Grandpa Orc’s cockhead push against my ring and I locked eyes with him. “Hold on while I hit the poppers again,” I pleaded. He paused with his head at my hole, his hands gripping the sling chains. I inhaled deeply and multiple times. As the potion took hold, I closed my eyes and said, “Please… go slow.” To his credit, he did. At first. He popped his head past my sphincter and slowly inched forward into me. It was the longest instroke I had ever experienced in my life. It just kept going and going. Eventually it hit a point inside me where it stopped. “Are you all the way in?” I asked hopefully. He laughed. “Nope. I still have about two inches left. We gotta open up that second ring tho.” So he started to slowly rock back and forth, his head pushing on that area so deep in my guts where nothing had ever gone before. It hurt, but in this pleasure-ache way that was completely foreign and new to me. I took another hit of poppers while he did this and that seemed to do the trick. Suddenly, there was a shift deep in my guts and he slid the rest of the way in. And I swear I saw heaven. I gasped and cried out as he hilted himself all the way inside me. “There it is!” chucked Black Orc while Muscle Orc said, “He’s never gonna be the same now. He’s just been introduced to the +5 Holy Dick of Destruction!” They all laughed as Grandpa Orc set about fucking me. He ground his hips into me and worked his cock around inside. He then did some short stroking with his cock buried in me, and I think I started speaking in tongues. The pleasure was incredible. Eventually Grandpa Orc pulled out most of the way and then slid back in to the hilt. Ad he did it again. And again. And again. And then he started to pick up tempo— and my hole was in fuck heaven with the seeming miles of cockflesh that was stroking in and out of me. During this fuck, Muscle Orc found my nips again and I went berserk. I was now shouting and entreating Grandpa Orc to fuck the hell out of me. To fucking use me and not to stop. I was also getting close to orgasming. The deep gut stroke of his dick and the nip work and the scene was just fucking too much. “Jesus Christ! I’m about to cum!” I shouted. “You are fucking my load out of me! I’m going to cum hand’s free! FUCK! DON’T STOP!” With a strangled cry I started launching volley after volley of jizz all over my chest. This triggered Grandpa Orc and he buried into me and launched his nut deeper than any cum had ever been inside me before. My ass clamped down on him so hard as I was cumming I think I was trying to keep him inside me forever. “He ain’t pure no more,” Grandpa Orc said. “That dirty orc seed was planted up by his spleen!” I was coming down off the most intense orgasm of my life, and his comment faintly registered in my brain. What did he mean by dirty orc seed? I hope he wasn’t HIV positive or anything. But I’m sure the DM would know and not have poz guys here- especially when condoms weren’t being used. The thought was quickly banished as that massive cock slowly started slithering out of my ass. Normally I can’t get fucked after I cum, my ass switching to “exit only” mode. But being trussed up in a sling, I didn’t have the chance to object. “I’ll go next,” Muscle Orc said. “I like a sloppy, worn out cunt.” His curved meat was at my hole and he was pushing in with little fanfare. He fucked exactly how his body would suggest he fucked. It was all about him. I wanted to do poppers, but he didn’t stop fucking me long enough so I could take a hit. When I asked him if I could he said No. I was uncomfortable and not enjoying it much because I’d just cum, but he didn’t care. He pistoned into me, slamming my ass with his meat. Smacking his pelvis into my ass hard. Pulling the sling back into him and impaling me on his cock. Thankfully, Black Orc took mercy on me and he started to lightly brush my nips. This got me going again, albeit slowly. Eventually however, with the help of the nipple work, I was back into fuckhole mode and begging for Muscle Orc to breed me. The other guys who had kind of disappeared into the dark started filtering back to the sling now. They were watching this hot muscle stud use me. “AWWW FUCK, I’M CUMMING! AWWW SHIT YEAH! FUUUUUUUUUCK YOU!” he shouted as he unloaded into my guts. I could feel him cumming, just like the twink orc. I gotta admit—feeling a cock spit it’s load inside of my ass was becoming an incredible turn on. Muscle Orc yanked out of my hole as soon as his orgasm ended, sending a spray of cum spattering all over the cement floor. He then smacked my ass and headed off into the dark area of the dungeon. Black Orc was next. Now he also had a massive cock, and I was a bit worried on how my ass would take it after the beating it had already taken. “Hit the poppers, bud. You’re gonna need ‘em,” he said in a low voice. “Shit, this is gonna be good,” said Twink Orc as he came up to stand near my head. I hit the poppers hard. They had barely taken affect when he shoved into me. And I mean, shoved. All at once. To the hilt. It hurt like a motherfucker! I screamed out in pain as his dick impaled me. He was long like Grandpa Orc, but not quite as long. So his dick wasn’t going all the way up in my second ring. His massive head was just pounding the hell out of it and pushing just barely in. The pleasure-pain was excruciating. He didn’t always drill that deep, but he fucked the snot out of my ass. The sling chains were bouncing with every thrust, and I was whimpering and keening as his dick was wrecking my guts. Occasionally he would ram all the way home and I’d cry out in pain. “Holy…. Holy…. HOLY….” I managed to say as he pounded into my guts as my insides spasmed in pain. Twink Orc was rock hard and jacking by my face while watching the show. I just had to say “Avenger” and the pain would stop. It would all stop. And I wanted it to… but I also kind of didn’t want it to. “AWW SHIT I’M ABOUT TO NUT!” he shouts and I say a silent prayer. One last time he rams in deep and I cry out in pain. I can feel his massive head throbbing deep inside me as he unloads. “Oh FUCK!” Says Twink Orc, as he grabs my head and pushes his cock into my mouth. I’m dimly aware that each orifice is being flooded with semen. The twink’s dick is jumping in my mouth and the jets of sperm are hitting the back of my throat making me gag. But he keeps a firm grip on my head until he’s done. Then they both pull out at the same time. I feel tears roll down the sides of my face. Tears of relief. It’s over, I think… until I have a sudden, gut-wrenching realization. 12 Orcs were supposed to fuck me—and this was just five…. My spirit broke a little at that point. I was left in the sling for a few minutes while they regrouped. I could hear low voices off in the dungeon, as they chatted with the Dungeon Master. Suffice it to say, each orc took another turn on me. Evidently they’d all done the Elixir of Perpetual Arousal (Viagra) earlier, as they were all ready to go again. My ass was so sore and my insides so bruised that the next five fucks passed in kind of a fever dream. I’m pretty sure I dissociated during it, and went into a fugue state. The fucks were just something that I was dimly aware was happening. Well, until Grandpa Orc fucked me again. That was incredible, although a bit more painful as Black Orc had pummeled the hell out of my second ring. I don’t think I was conscious for his second ravaging. I finally sort of came back to myself and took note that I was now lying on a low, single bed, the dim red light of the dungeon still glowing around me. How I got out of the sling, I honestly don’t recall. I just knew that I was alone, on a bed, still in the dungeon. “And how is Astor the Impure feeling?” I heard the Dungeon Master ask from somewhere behind my head. “Sore,” I mumbled. “And tired. And more than a bit grateful that it’s all over, Dungeon Master.” “Oh, your adventure isn’t over yet, Astor. You see, I haven’t had my turn yet. The Orcs each took two turns on you—well, Bobby took three technically, as he used your mouth for one of his loads. Damn, that kid can shoot, huh? Anyway, that was 11 turns. The die spoke and chose 12. So that leaves me.” As he said this, he walked around the bed to face me. He was still wearing his horned mask and harness, but now he was naked. He really did have an impressive physique. Muscular but not overdone. Furry chest and belly. Salt and pepper in his beard. And jutting out proudly from his groin was a beercan of a cock. Truly it looked like a can of beer with a cock head on it. It was maybe 7” at a stretch, but it was at least that in circumference, or more. And he was uncut, the skin partially covering his cock head. And there was a glistening drop of precum at his piss slit. A smile played across the Dungeon Master’s face. “I see you staring at my cock, Astor. Don’t worry, I’m not like the others. I’m not going to hurt you with it. No, I’m going to make you beg for me to fuck you. But I do enjoy letting the boys go first. It makes entry… less challenging. Besides, I do love fucking a cum-filled hole.” I groaned at the prospect of what was coming. I honestly didn’t think my ass could take anymore. It was intensely sore and I had a dull ache radiating waves inside me—somewhere below my belly button, but deep. I briefly remembered that I had a safe phrase that I could utter, but I had temporarily forgotten what it was. “Turn over, Astor. Get on all fours at the edge of the bed. If you please.” Slowly, I did as I was commanded. Fear was gnawing at my stomach. But as I was kneeling, the fuck didn’t come. Instead, a soft touch started caressing my back. It wasn’t flesh to flesh, it felt… furry. I could tell it was the Dungeon Master rubbing my back with something. Later I learned that it was a mink glove. All I know is that after being ravaged by the Orcs, this felt amazing. The smooth, cool petting was making the skin on my back come alive. I shivered. He started running the glove over my ass. My legs. My balls. As he was doing this, I felt a warm, wet presence at my asshole. I tensed up, but soon realized that it was his tongue. He was licking and probing my hole with his broad, flat tongue. Lapping at it while simultaneously rubbing me with the fur glove. My spent, sore body was starting to awaken, and I felt my cock hardening. My arousal was slowly rekindling under his ministrations, the fear in my gut slowing transforming to desire. Eventually I gave my mind and body over to what Master was doing and just let myself simply exist in the moment. It was liberating. He could tell by how my body was reacting that I was getting there. The mink glove slowly worked back up to my shoulder area. His tongue left my ass crack, to eventually be replaced by the broad head of his cock. He wasn’t pushing into me, it merely was resting there. Nudging around. Teasing. The glove worked around to my nipples, and when the mink made contact my body lit on fire. I started to have involuntary shivers and spasms, my back began to arch, and my ass to hump back into Master. “You really do have sensitive nipples, don’t you Astor?” I could hear the rough arousal in his voice. He kept teasing me with the glove. “Sir… Oh fuck! Oh yes! You have no idea Master… oh shit. Jesus!” “Get on your back, Astor.” I flipped over, hungrily. The Dungeon Master slowly crept up onto the bed with me. He took off the glove and put it aside. I think he saw me pouting a bit at that, and he chuckled. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m just going to work your nipples with other things now. It’s a bitch to get cum and lube out of mink.” Without breaking eye contact with me, his mouth slow descended to my throbbing erection. Feeling the wet heat of his mouth on my dick, coupled with the demonic mask was sending my desire skyrocketing. It was so hot watching him slowly work my cock with his bearded mouth. I was shivering once again and my breathing was shallow. From there, he methodically worked his mouth up my stomach to my chest, eventually finding my nipples. Feeling his mouth on my nipples, his tongue flicking up and down, his teeth lightly nibbling and teasing the pebbled flesh created a sexual urgency in me that I had rarely experienced. I needed him to fuck me. I needed his cock inside me. I NEEDED. “Please… oh dear god… PLEASE fuck me Dungeon Master SIR! Can’t…. take… much… more…” I croaked. “Need…. Cock… in… me.” He abruptly pulled off my nipple and his mouth found mine. And hoh. Lee. Fuck! What a fantastic kisser! You know how sometimes kissing just is awkward and does nothing for you and it’s like your mouths are fighting? But then other times you kiss a guy and everything just fucking works and you can’t get enough and their lips are soft and the beard rough and it’s like electricity? Yeah, it was the second one. In spades. I was literally seeing fireworks behind my eyes as his body pressed into mine as we made out like horny teenagers. When we finally broke the kiss, I couldn’t take any more. “Fuck me. NOW.” I commanded. I didn’t even bother with calling him Dungeon Master or anything. I was a full, free, active participant at this point and I was going to bottom him so hard. He grabbed the lube and greased his prodigious cock. I asked for a little and fingered some into my well-worn asshole. I lifted my legs to give him access, and he hooked his muscular arms in the crooks of my knees. He lined up his cock, and slowly started to push inside me as his glittering eyes held mine. Fuck, it was like being split open again, but I didn’t care. It burned like a motherfucker and I knew my asshole was probably tearing a bit. But fuck it. I needed him in me like I’d never needed anything before. Thankfully, he took his time- doing small back and forth movements to slowly work my hole open. I was doing my best breathing exercises to relax my hole and take it, seeing as how I didn’t have any poppers handy. I stared into his eyes and locked my hands behind his neck as he opened me up around his cuntwrecker. When he finally bottomed out, I pulled him into a deep kiss. I was in blissful heaven as I was full beyond measure with cock. With HIS cock. And his mouth on mine was bellows to my inner fire. I could feel him slowly start to fuck me as my hole yielded to him completely. He sighed into my mouth. I don’t know how long we fucked, I really don’t. 10 minutes? 2 hours? I completely lost all sense of time drowning in wave after wave of pleasure. Mind, body, and spiritual pleasure. He was soul fucking me and I finally grasped what that meant. Toward the end I was holding my feet and pulling my legs wide for him and begging him to breed me. He was fucking me hard, his left hand holding me down at the base of my throat, the right flicking my left nipple. The extra nipple attention pushed me right over the edge. I started spraying my load everywhere. It felt like I was emptying out a year’s worth of semen all the way from my toes. I just kept coming and coming, gobbets spewing everywhere. As I looked up at my Master, I saw his head tilt back and he roared as he unleashed volley after volley after volley of hot seed deep into me. I could feel the wet heat of him sere my insides. It truly felt like a demon was cumming the very fires of hell into me. After our collective spasming subsided, he collapsed on top of me in a sweaty, sticky heap. We kissed more in our post-orgasmic haze- slowly, deeply and languidly, eventually drifting off to sleep. I awoke sometime later, completely discombobulated. Dungeon Master stirred beside me. “Um, I should probably go home now sir.” I whispered. “That’s your choice, Astor. Did you have a good adventure at least?” “Honestly? The guys taking turns on me was fun at first, but it kind of got to be a bit much. And I can’t believe it was all bareback sex and they came in me. I normally only let guys I’m dating do that. But the sex with you? Wow. Fucking WOW. So I would do it all again, if it meant getting to right here.” “I’m glad to hear that, and I really enjoyed fucking you. I haven’t been that connected with a guy in quite some time. I look forward to doing it again,” he said and I could hear the smile in his voice. “I also don’t mind sharing you with the others. You are a full member of our campaign, now. We’ll actually have D&D nights—sex totally optional. It won’t be like it was tonight; unless you want it to be.” “I’m honestly not sure I could take another session like that one,” I said. “But I think I wouldn’t mind having grandpa Orc fuck me again. That dick hit places I didn’t even know existed in me.” He laughed. “That’s Roger. And yeah, it’s pretty amazing. He actually left his card and number for you. I think your ass charmed him. As did your no-handed orgasm.” As I was getting dressed to leave, a niggling thought had finally worked it’s way through my brain to my mouth. “Um, Dungeon Master? Nobody used a condom tonight… so, everyone is, um negative… right? I mean, they wouldn’t have cum in me if they were positive… right?” He walked me up the stairs and to the front door. “Oh Astor,” he said shaking his head. “Remember when I asked you to roll dice during our initial chat? That was to determine what type of guys would be fucking you tonight.” “And I rolled a 7,” I stated flatly. This was a low number. Icy fear gripped the pit of my stomach. “Yes. You did. And your dice chose your path. Remember, we did give you a safe phrase so that you could have stopped the adventure at any point, but you didn’t. And if you search your soul, I think you’ll discover why you didn’t. I was stunned and starting to panic a bit. I found myself out on the porch as he was slowly closing the door. “Until we meet again, Astor. Oh, and when you get home, you may want to make a saving throw versus poison.”

Standing at the bar I surveyed the offerings of the evening, which were pretty slim for a Friday night. Mostly old guys, not the younger twinks I was looking for. There were a couple I had already done that were desperate for a repeat, and why wouldn't they? I was a God. And I knew it. My name is Josh. I'm a prime piece of 18 (though my fake ID says otherwise) year old all American, blond haired, blue eyed fuck machine. 6'2" of smooth, tan, jock muscle with broad shoulders, hard pecs, narrow waist, washboard stomach, strong thighs, big calves, an amazing rock hard bubble butt, and the fattest 10 1/2" cock anyone would be more than grateful to worship. God damn I'm perfect. But like I said, I like those young leather twinks. Guys I can really lord my awesomeness over while I abuse and dominate them, making them beg for the mere privilege of being in my presence, and thank me while my horse cock rapes their hole like never before. However, I don't like repeats, even though they were desperate for me to take them again. Hell, everyone was desperate for me. Those old leather queens could barely keep their tongues in their mouths as they eyed my splendor, wishing I would give them the time of day. But they can look all they want, they ain't gettin! I took a fresh drink from the bartender and leaned my back against the bar, resting my elbows on the bar, sticking my chest out behind my open leather vest so they could get a good view of this perfect torso they'd never get to touch. One of the guys came up to the bar right next to me to get a drink. He was probably in his 50's, about my height. He wore a leather harness over his very hairy barrel chest. As he waited for his drink he leaned his bearded face into my ear and asked how things were going this evening. I turned my head away as I mumbled a response so he would know I wasn't interested. He just got his drink and went back to where he had been and stared at me. I just drank my drink and ordered another one. As I started my next drink, I started to feel strange, kind of light headed and dizzy. The feeling got stronger, so I figured I needed some fresh air and headed for the door. As I stumbled into the alley, I noticed the guy in the harness had followed me out. He came up to me and wrapped his arms around my chest just as everything went black. I started to come too with no idea where I was. As my foggy head started to clear the first thing I noticed was a rubber mask covering my head. It had plastic eye holes to see out and some kind of tube for breathing. I started to panic and scream and thrash around. That's when I realized I was constrained. It didn't take me long to realize I was in a sling. My arms and legs had been securely tied down so the only movement I could make was a little bit in my torso and my head as I thrashed and screamed. "Looks like my new toy is finally awake." I heard a voice say. "Now the fun can begin." I stared in horror as someone came up to my head. I could see he was holding some kind of glass pipe that he proceeded to light and inhale. The next thing I knew, my mask entirely filled with a thick, white smoke. I had no choice but to inhale it. I coughed a bit as it hit my lungs, but more and more kept comming. Quickly I felt waves ripple through my body as my heart sped up and my brain started to race. Next I noticed someone with a long, thin syringe that had no needle on it. It was filled with some kind of liquid. He proceeded to start to insert it into my ass and I started to panic again. I was a fucking top! I had never had anything in my ass before! But my feeble protests were to no avail. In it went and very soon I started to feel a kind of burning in my ass. Quickly the burning turned to desire. Fuck, my ass was wanting cock. What the hell was happening to me? I didn't have long to ponder my fate as I soon felt something hard pressing against my butthole. My cries of no did no good as I felt a hard cock slide into my virgin hole, spreading my asslips apart, ripping me open. I howeled as my rapist buried himself to the hilt and I felt his pubes grind against my flaming hole. I could hear the room erupt in cheers as this conquest was made. Dear God! How many men were here witnessing my downfall? I could hear all kinds of cameras going off as I took my first cock ever. Again I didn't have long to ponder before the man grabbed my legs and started pounding my ass as hard as he could. I just yelled and cried as I was brutally fucked by what had to be a big cock. He would pull it all the way out before slamming it back in to the hilt. I could feel it deep inside me, plundering past my prostate, opening me deep inside. Much to my shock, after about 5 minutes it started to feel different. It started to feel good. Instead of screaming I started grunting in pleasure. "Oh.......oh.......Oh........Oh." I grunted each time he buried it deep in me. After what seemed like half an hour of steady pounding the mask was removed from my head and someone held my up so I could see my rapist. It was the guy from the bar pounding me with a cock at least the same size as mine. "Look at me boy!" he ordered as he continued to ride me. "I want to see my new slaves face as I breed him for the first time!" With that, he buried himself as deep as he could and pumped me full of his hot cum. I could feel his cock pulse deep in my guts as I got my first breeding ever. When he finished, he pulled out and moved to my head. I could see his cock covered in cum, blood, and some shit. Without a word he just rammed it into my panting mouth and forced me to clean everything off of it. Then again, without a word he started to piss in my mouth. I was shocked and choked and gagged as he emptied himself straight down my throat, but I had no choice but to swallow or drown. He didn't pull out till he was empty. Leaning down into my ear he whispered,"Welcome to your new life, jockboy. You will be the nastiest slut in this city before I'm done with you." My cock hardened at his words.......

'Gonna breed you, son' is amazing from a daddy top

Wal-Mart lawn & garden center as an employee (working 3rd shift), Dairy Queen restroom in the middle of the day, mall restrooms, on the ground in a few local parks, outside of a storefront just off my city's main drag (at night, mind you), club restrooms, movie theater during a movie, behind a semi truck in a parking lot during the day...

I''ve always wanted to experience being fuck in a sling!

You hit on so many points of what makes a sling fuck so good. I love how it spreads the ass with ease and comfort so you can fuck balls deep on every stroke. I am amazed more men don't own one. The best sex investment I ever made. In my home a bed is for sleeping.

I agree with some of the guys above. For me it’s knowing for sure that the top is cumming inside. POV movies are hot. For example where the top pulls out while fucking, starts to cum then reinserts. Or pulls out at the end of cumming and is covered in cum and there are cum drips. I love this movie where the bottom comes through being fucked [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video49609345/condom_to_bareback_hands-free_cumming_of_bottom_and_breeding [think before clicking links, etc]

I swallowed my first post covid19 load, yesterday. I'm finally fully vaccinated. So, I posted an ad on Doublelist yesterday, stating that I wanted to suck off a str8 guy. I got a reply from a guy that said he was str8, and had been sucked off by a few guys before. He told me that I could suck him, but he would not reciprocate. And he said he was very verbal and aggressive. I drove to his home. We went to his bedroom and I sucked him off. It only took about 10 minutes. But, it sure was hot. He was indeed very verbal. Very aggressive. His cock was soft when I began to suck. He quickly grew to a rock hard 6"s and very thick. He did pinch my nipples, which drives me wild. Then when he began to cum, he pushed the back of my head onto his cock and came as I choked on his dick. It was sure great to taste cum again, after close to a year. This cock whore is back!

Been a while since I posted. Being bred by a Latin top now. At first I been going to his house for regular blowjobs, very convient and close. I asked him for a while if he would fuck me but only wanted head.. recently I went on vac and was gone for a few weeks.. when I returned I texted him and asked if he wanted me to come over after he got off work. He told me he took the day off cause he knew I would be home. Normally I suck him in his kitchen on my knees. This time I arrived and he told me to go into his bed room.. I was a little surprised but went in. There was a towel on top of the bed . He told me to get naked and get in the bed on my knees. He got behind me and lubed my hole with something and then put the tip In , he pumped maybe 10 times before unloading in my gut.. now all Papi wants to do is fuck..

I am the son who remembers dad watching and sometimes participating when he arranged other men to fuck me. When Dad owed his poker buddies or bar owners’ money, he would let them use me to settle the debt. Often times some guys just wanted a blow job and to fuck my teen ass, but a few of them really got off on humiliating me with name calling, spitting in my mouth and on my face, pissing on me or ordering me to swallow their piss. A couple liked to lock the bar doors, and gang bang me while my dad watched and in a few cases having Dad fuck me in front of them. They did not realize my dad stopped seeing me as his son, by merely as a faggot hole to be used and rented out and as a way of getting out of gambling debts and bar tabs. It was really humiliating when some of the men let me know all my dad owed them was a $5.00 bar tab, or $2.00 poker bet. However, in all honesty back in 1979-1981 $2.00 - $5.00 went a lot further.

Most of the loads I get are anonymous. Either because I’m blindfolded in my apartment door is left open for men to use my body as they want, through glory holes or bent over in the park at night. I don’t need to see their face as long as my body is there is a receptacle for their seed that’s all that matters

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

Well about 150 showed up and left a mess.

Very hot!!! I love piss anytime anywhere. I am not sertain I ever got it when I wasn't expecting it. Maybe thats because I am always hoping for it and asking for it.

That's the only way to do it anymore. Circle of trust. Trying to form that in Los Angeles.

in-between two port-a-loos in Dore Alley down the side of The Powerhouse the Up Your Alley Fair in 2018 - and I got bred not just the once....such a good time 🙂. And top tip - you have to do Folsom St Fair and Up Your Alley Fair naked - the vibe from other folks once you get rid of all your clothes is the best 🙂

Honestly, the best way to learn to suck cock...is to suck cock and be open to honest feedback.

As I top, I always want to cum the deepest, and they are not allowed to push them out. They need to absorb my babies until my DNA become part of them. Now they are marked by me. If there's a second round, I might choose to cum in their mouth for the bottom to swallow. That way they leave with my DNA in their ass and in their stomach.

Also, try not to get too much into the details with your potential mates on the apps/websites. Overdescribing it sets too many expectations. Just cover the basics (i.e. ask them to wear a jockstrap or blindfold) and set up a time and place. If there's too much back and forth past that, I think you might get anxious again.

Deep inside, balls deep and then some, always!!

My cock went into over 20 holes at one of the Bio... parties in Berlin during Folsom and blew twice. Some of the guys who go there spend most of the night taking cock after cock. I spoke to one that I pumped a load into next day.. he collected 10 loads from 55 cocks during the night.

I work in construction a new job which I just started. As my Forman was showing me around this enormous shopping center that we are working on he asked me to give him a hand in the basement. He took me down a few corridors and into this dark room. He put out some party favors and told me that it’s ok not to be nervous. After I did a few lines of coke with him he took off his tool belt and began undoing his pants pulling out his fat cock with a smile. He then says I had a feeling that I recognized you from grinder and read on your profile what a cock cum hungry whore you are. I wound up naked down to my panties going down on him and getting fucked. The next day it wasn’t just him but 6 other guys from the crew that joined in. They welcomed me to the crew and showed me my position. At the end of each day I wait for them on this dirty mattress dressed up like a dirty street whore and let them take turns seeding me sending me home a leaking hot mess.

I agree. Anon is the best. I love not knowing what or who is going up my ass. The only thing I want is bare and they enjoy themself

Hey fellow fuckers and fuckholes. For years, I've had the fantasy of being an anonymous cumhole at a cheap motel and have almost continuous breeding from strangers. I've played in baths and had multiple strangers, but being the focus as the sole cumhole in a room for as many horny men as possible has yet to be checked off my todo list. I know I want a motel with direct entrance to the rooms, not having to go through a central lobby. Beyond that, not sure how to make this all work out. i still have some questions about the logistics and recommendations from those who have already done this. 1. best way to advertise and get a large number of tops/vers tops? 2. for the Texas guys, esp near Houston, any advice on location? 3. Should I have a trusted someone there for safety? 4. When is the best time for these events? Week day? Week night? Weekends? certain time of the year? 5. Do you schedule 1 or 2 guys at a time? Or just announce the door is open and take what ever comes in? 6. Any other advice?

I’ve reread this story numerous times and just love it. It punches all my buttons. Always keeping an eye out for new chapters. Thanks bud! I love your dirty mind.

Without a doubt. Island House, Key West FL, USA

I completely agree with you. I've recently cut all contact with a former "str8", married fuck buddy. Our relationship was purely sexual. I really knew nothing about him except that he had a big and very thick cock that felt great pounding my ass. Since I have his phone number in my phone, his name started coming up as a Facebook and Instagram friend suggestion. His FB page isn't restricted, so I can see all his posts. I was shocked to see who he really is. He worships Trump. He's Hispanic. Yet, he is radically anti immigrant. He posts homophobic, anti same sex marriage crap. And he posts disgusting racist and anti BLM stuff. I will never, ever let him come near me again. He claims to be str8 (even though he not only fucks me and of course likes guys to give him head, but he also kisses me while fucking me. I can buy that guys consider themselves to be str8 if they are strictly tops and don't bottom or suck. Just getting serviced. But, if you're passionately kissing another man, you have to at least consider yourself to be bisexual. As much as I enjoy servicing dumb as fuck, redneck dicks, if I find out they support this dangerous, racist, fascist president or are racists, my holes will slam shut for them. I want absolutely nothing to do with them, ever!

My travels over the years have taken me to many cities.. playing tourist during the day.. and then looking to get my balls drained at night etc In the states..that includes San Fran, LA, New Orleans, Orlando, Ft L, Key West, Chicago, New York, Vegas and Seattle + a few others... but as I have said in another post they pale in comparison to Berlin , Munich, Hamburg, Amsterdam, Copenhagen, Brussels and London.. Sydney and Melbourne also have fond memories for me...unfortunately club80 is no more.. U really need to travel and experience the world

I honestly love it when married guys cheat on their wives with me. I love it when they are torn between their horniness and their loyalty and vows to their wives but ultimately decide to have sex with me anyways. I also try to coax out some information as to whether they are actually fathers of sons or not. It just makes it so much hotter if they are lol I'm a bottom so the married guys come to me for a dump into the ass or a bj. I love knowing they don't get the satifaction at home so I give it to them. Some of them take off their wedding rings before because I have seen the indentation on the fingers once or twice but most of them actually leave the wedding ring on and it gives me such a kick to stare at it But the thought of seeding their married holes and knowing they go home to wife and kids with a load in their ass is also fucking hot!

I have this young guy from Amazon that breeds me every few days, He is a multiple cummer and shot power shots deep in my ass. I never lose them. they just absorb in my body.

That ass though! I'd gladly turn Team Top for a night to get in that.

Damn I need to meet Kurt for a really rough bloody Poz fuck.

Such an amazing author

I was slutting it up recently at the local bath house, taking raw cocks, getting bred when I saw two hot twenty-somethings with the door to their room open putting on a liitle fuck show for the crowd. Both were dark haired with just a little hair on their chests, fuzzy but not hairy legs, and shaved cocks and balls. After watching them fucking safe with a rubber, I got bored and went off to my room to do a slam and get my hole ready to be a cum dump. I always take my camera and film my slams, so after putting away my gear and letting that awesome rush make my hole fucking hungry for a huge black cock, I went out and knelt down in one of the glory hole booths waiting to suck a cock hard to fuck and breed my hole. I heard the adjacent door open and as I looked in through the hole i saw a man who fucks his poz loads in my holes whenever we run into each other there. And then that big, fat, uncut black cock pokes though the large hole. After I sucked on it and got it nice and hard and wet I backed my already cummy cunt up to the hole. After about ten minutes of him grunting and me telling the voyeurs how good that raw cock felt in my hole, I (and everybody else around) heard him say, "Fuck, that white boy pussy is so hot. That feels so fucking good. Bitch I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna breed that pussy!" Then he's slamming against the partition and filling me up with another huge poz load. I pulled off and cleaned the cum off his cock and saw another big uncut piece of white meat sticking through the hole from the opposite booth with the guy begging to unload in me. It was kind of smallish at the head with the foresking resting about half over a very red cockhead that almost looked like an arrowhead. It thickened up from the head to about three quaters of te way down it's 8 inch length to about the size of my wrist and then tapered back down a bit to the base. Then there was a set of the largest balls covered in red fur resting on the lip of the hole. After a quick taste and using some of the fresh cum from my hole t lube his coc up, I immediately backed onto that cock. After a minute he pulls out and leaves the booth. Fuck! What the Hell?! Then he's opening the door to my stall and bending me over to continue. We fuck for about another five minutes both of us enjoying putting on a raw fuck show for the others peeking thru the glory holes and thru the open door. As he leans his sweaty, fur covered chest onto my back, we both do a hit of poppers. He wispers in my ear, "Are you partying?" So I say "Yeah, slammed earlier to make this ass hungry for cum. I have five loads so far, two of them good and fresh. I love it when my hole smells like cum. Can you smell it?" Him, "Fuck yeah, pig. You smell good. I want to give you mine. You poz?" Me, "Does it matter?" Him, "It does now!" Then he's whimpering and shuddering. I can feel that cock swell up and I can feel his cum burning my hole as he shoots. When I tell him that I can actually feel his cum and that it's really warm, he told m that he always pisses a bit when he's cumming. I've never heard of that before, but I realize what I'm feeling is some chem piss mixed in with his cum load. How Fucking Hot Is That? He pulls out and I head back to my room to stick my buttplug up my ass an rest a bit with the door open to watch the wandering crowd. A minute after I got to my room ome of the two young hunky guys, the one who was getting fucked with the rubber sticks his heads in and starts to chat. Now when I slam, I can't shut off the deviant thoughts from running though my mind, creating scenarios for breeding some young man. Usually after partying and getting fucked, my cock only gets hard with a big raw cock about to shoot its load. Watching that boy standing there, all cute and safe-sexy, my cock got very hard. The butt plug in my hole probably helped. I asked him in and as he turned around to shut the door, I slid the plug from my hole and slipped it back under a towel with the rest of my toys. When he saw my collection of dildos and plugs, he immediatley asked if he could try one out. I usually don't let other guys borrow my toys because I never know if their holes have been cleaned up for bottoming. He assured me he had cleaned out well before he and his boyfriend...Boyfriend?...came out to play around. Apparently they like to fuck while being watched. Next the boy picks up the plug that I had just pulled out of my ass. I take it from him quickly knowing that if he gets it to close then he'll smell the poz loads on it I just got. I bend him over, put some lube on his pink hole and start wiggling the plug until it pops in to the base. Well the boy definitely likes to get fucked considering how easily it slid in. He comments after a minute that it was burning a bit and started to take it out. Damn, I forgot about the guy chem pissing my ass as he came. And then I remembered that this was the plug that I had started the night out with by putting some Tina on it. There must have been some still on it. I told him that the lube I use has a slight desensitizing agent that burns slightly at first and if it didn't stop after a couple of minutes he could take it out. A couple of minutes of me pulling the plug out and popping it back in and he starts moaning and sticking his ass further up in the air. I pop it in, stand him up, turn him around, and as I look in his green eyes, I can see that fuck lust that only a good booty bump of Tina can give you. He's panting and moaning and squirming and reaching for a larger plug. I tell him that I need to go to the bathroom and that we should go check out the place...his boyfriend was down in the pool with some of their buddies. I led him to the glory hole booths, lubed up both his hole and the hard cock sticking thru a hole really good with some of the cum I dug out of my ass. Then I held the poppers under his nose and watched that safe-sexy stud get fucked by a stranger's raw cock thru that glory hole. He never did ask if it was covered. I really wanted to taste his hole after he got bred. As he was flyin on the poppers, I wispered thru the eyehole for the guy to not pull out and breed him quiet. Stanger whispers, "I saw him and his friend earlier. He neg?" "I think so, but he's horny when he parties" At that the guy on the other side of the wall starts sliding in and out slowly, deep and long. I go back around to the boy's head, hold the poppers under his nose again and smile as I watch that raw cock silently breeding the boy's fuck hole. I left him there as several other guys came in. From the other room it sounded like the little pig had accepted his new role as cumbucket. Went back to my room and tasted the plug that was up his hole and stuck it back up mine. I left shortly after and haven't seen either of the guys ther again. Probably out-of-towners. I just wish I could have tasted that hole after a few loads.

Part 9 I had a few more ‘pozzing’ sessions over the week. Steven even had me come over to a hotel room where he had twink meet him. Steven told me it was the twink's 18th birthday and he was looking to get fucked his the first time. What the kid didn’t expect was that he was going to hey this ass fucked full of cum. When I arrived I found the kid was tied up with a butt plug in his ass. Steven told me “I need you to add your cum to what I’ve already deposited.” I asked “Did he meet Tina?” Steven held up a pipe and answered “It was a little cloudy when we started.” I then commented, “I figured you’d play darts with him.” Steven laughed and said “I would have, but I needed help. And I figured with your assistance we can convert him.” I started to strip as I noticed how young he looked. He had no pubic hair. I had to ask Steven “Are you sure he's 18?” Steven answered “Yes. I had him bring his birth certificate.” He showed me the kids burn certificate. I learned that the twink lived a couple hours away and that his father was a minister or reverend, something like that and the doesn’t know that the twink came here to hook up. Steven planned to mid the kid through the weekend getting him addicted to raw cock, cum and Tina. It was time to give him a proper introduction to miss Tina. Steven was going to administer the kid's first slam as I administer my own slam at the same time. The kid’s slam was very strong as he coughed out hard. I started to fuck him before he died coughing as Steven released the kid’s restraints as he said “Knock him up. Get him pregnant.” The kids had no clue as I started to fuck him. By the time I had deposited me third dirty load of cum and he had had a second slam he was asking me to get him pregnant. When I left, Steven was giving him a third slam as he fucked him some more. At this point the kid was asking for another slam and Steven was telling him “You are now my bitch. Your ass belongs to me.” Steven held up the twink's phone showing a video clips of him sucking cock, getting fucked, smoking from a pipe and getting slammed. He told the kid “I sent these to anyone in your contact list along with this message, ‘I can no longer lie to any of you. I am a gay drug addict. I have left home for good.’ Everyone you know back home know what you've become, Tina whore. You will do as I say or I’ll just seen your ass to the highest bidder and you’ll have be heard from again. The kid was starting to cry as I was walking out the door. The kid came around quickly as he became one of Steven’s working boys. Steven had his pubic hair permanently removed as it made him look really young and rented his ass out to perverted that liked to think he was 13 or 14 even though he was actually 18. On Friday I received a text from Steven. I was to be the guest of honor for the weekend at a special party. The group were alumni from a major college. One of the schools that was heavily recruiting me to play football. I arrived at the local hotel meeting Steven I the lobby. He told me “These are really good friends of mine you should meet since you’ll be playing college football there.” I let Steven know “l hadn’t decided where I was going to play football.” Steven looked at me and didn’t say a word. His stare said enough. I knew that I was going to commit the play football there and that I’d be getting you know these alumni very well. We got off the elevator, walked down the hall and Steven used a key card to open the door to the room. Steven introduced me to everyone there. They all talked about how happy they were they I had decided to play football at their alma mater. Before too long a glad pipe appeared and was starting to get passed around. When it was handed to me I was encouraged to take several hits off it as clothes stared to come off the men standing around me. As I started to lose what I was wearing Steven told me “Enjoy yourself, I have to get back to my new slut” as he headed towards the door. I was completely naked and had someone eating my ass while being given a cock to suck. I heard someone say, “I think our new quarterback needs a slam.” I was carried over to the bed where I was placed on my back. Before I knew it I had the tourniquet on my arm, had the needle suck in my vein and he contents from the rig pushed into me. The tourniquet was snapped off and I coughed out hard. Damn that was a strong slam, all I said was “Holy Fuck. For the next 2 nights I was kept high with multiple slams as each guy their turn breeding me. I was told how good my ass felt and how they each looked forward to seeing me when they visited the school.

Part 9 Dante After fucking Home Slice all afternoon it was time to head over to the party. What me didn’t know, and I’m not sure he really needs to know, is that for was a conversion party, and no it’s not his conversion, this group of guys find a twink (he’s either a bug chaser or the boyfriend of one of the group), get him restrained in a sling, drug him up and fill him with so much poz jizz there’s no way he could escape becoming poz. The party host arranges a private room for me and whomever I bring with me to fuck. I take 2 or 3 of my crew who are there to sell while I keep to my room fucking. Home Since looked good I the clothes I bought him to wear. I wanted guys doing over his ass and not able to have him. The jeans were just perfect as they barely showed the waist band if his AC underwear and the t-shirt barely reaching his jeans. This allowed a slight how of his flat, developed 6 pack abs and slim waist. Not to mention what the tight jeans did for hits prefect ass. Although the attendees of the party would be naked, he was going to be dressed until the unsuspecting kid was brought into the playroom, strapped into the sling and I slam him into the stratosphere (the shit I sell is the best around). Home Slice After taking, what I guessed to be, a gallon of Dante's cum he pulled out of me with a wet pop as a good amount of the cum he had shot in me leaked out. Quickly Dante put his face right in my ass and began to eat my ass. This had me moaning and begging to be fucked some more. What surprised me was when he went to kiss me feeding me the cum he ate out of my hole. After I swallowed the cum he fed me Dante said we had to get ready for the party. We went in the house, showered up, and for dressed. Dante had bought for me looked good on me. I liked the way it showed off my butt and my slim waist. Dante told me the several guys will drool over me and he would be the only one to fuck me. We were the first ones to arrive at the party. Dante had 3 of his crew there, as I learned, to sell the party favors. Dante’s only job was to keep the kid who would me strapped into the sling drugged up for his conversion. That term had me puzzled. I knew not to say anything while in the presence of the party host or his crew. While we were standing there the party host commented, “Who’s the new piece of ass here?” Dante answered, “This is Home Slice, I met him last week and he’s a great piece of ass.” The host even asked, “Is he available for a test ride?” Dante let it be known, “His ass is only for me.” The host then asked, “Is he, a, you know?” Dante quickly cut him off and answered, “Not yet, but should be soon.” I knew they were talking about me, but I wasn’t sure what all they were taking about. I would be sure to ask once Dante and I were alone. The party host showed us to our private room. It even had a sign that said ‘DO NOT ENTER, PRIVATE PARTY’. Once inside I asked Dante, “What did he mean that this was a ‘conversion party’?” Dante I was a little worried when ‘conversion party’ was mentioned that Home Slice might ask me what that meant. As soon as we were alone he asked, “What did he mean that this was a ‘conversion party’?” I wasn’t sure what to say, but as I thought about it, I figured for him it was too late to do anything about it any way so why not tell him the truth. “This group of guys like to find a cocky college kid, they drug him up, restrain him in a sling and fuck him.” He then asked, “But how are they converting him?” I felt backed into a corner and gave him a honest answer, “He is getting converted from HIV negative to HIV positive.” He then asked, “HIV, why would he want HIV?” I told him, “Some guys feel it brings them closer since they'll share a special bond. It’s the only way where a guy can get ‘knocked up’ or ‘get pregnant’.” I could see the wheels spinning I his pretty little head when he asked, “Did you knock me up?” I leaned over to him, giving him a deep passionate kiss before honestly answering, “Probably, most likely, we’ll know soon enough. I wanted you to be more for ever, I wanted to have my DNA to be part of you and sharing HIV with you is the only way.” I thought he was going to start to cry, yell or scream. What he said next and did surprised the fuck out of me.” He simply kissed me back and said, “Then I guess you better keep fucking me and filling me with you cum until you knocked me up.” Home Slice The party guests were starting to arrive and we were to mingle around. The group of guys that were starting to strip down. They were also staring I my direction while Dante made it clear that I was his ‘piece of ass’ by keeping one arm around my waist. It made me feel really good about myself. Just to think a week ago I was looking forward to getting inside sure girl’s pus and now all I cared about was having Dante fuck me and fill me with more of his cum. The only time while we were mingling around the party where he let go of me was when he had to administer the kid’s slam. I looked at the kid in the sling, he looked excited and nervous as Dante applied the tourniquet, wiped the arm with alcohol and slipped the needle into his vein. He said just before Dante emptied the point, “Fuck yeah, let’s go this….knock my spun as up!” I knew what he was feeling and couldn’t wait to get back into our private room, get slammed up and get fucked by Dante. Once the kid was in orbit he put his arm back around me and led me to our private room. Once we were alone I asked, “How much did you give him?” Dante told me, “A quarter gram. He’ll be flying for most of the night.” I asked, “What’s the most you’ve ever given me?” Dante answered, “Less then that, a fifth of a gram.” I told Dante, “I want to be as high or higher then the kid in the sling.” Dante got a big smile I his face as he pulled out a point and the Tina and prepared my slam. Dante Hearing Home Slice ask for a large slam had my cock go instantly stiff. I prepared a point with just under a third of a gram of Tina. Home Slice stripped down you his underwear while I finished his point and prepared one for myself. It took a while for the T to dissolve giving me time to strip and my hard cock sprung free allowing my boy to quickly devour my member down his hungry throat. Once the point was ready I pulled my cock from his throat, told Home Slice, “Lose the underwear before I slam you higher then you’ve ever been before.” He lifted his butt enough to slip off his AC briefs as I applied the tourniquet very tightly on my arm, wiped my arm and slipped the needle into my vein. There was the flash of blood before I pushed the plunger down and then kissed him just before releasing the tourniquet. Home Slice When Dante removed the tourniquet it was like BAM! I coughed so hard as Dante did his own slam looking down at me and said to me, “Damn Home Slice, they slam made you cum!” I looked down to see cum spurting out of me cock as I rode the most intense rush of ever felt too that point. As Dante finished his slam I could see his cock throbbing and leaking pre cum like crazy. I pulled my legs back to expose my hungry ass, looked up at him and said, “Please fuck me. Knock me up. Get me pregnant. I want your DNA. Dante climbed into the bed, got between my legs and with just my spit and his pre cum ass lube slid his cock inside my ass and stared to fuck me like I’d never been fucked before.