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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."

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.

Poz, no meds.

Greg came back to the other end of the sofa with a sexy little fur ball in tow. Adam knelt on the floor in front of me, nuzzling my cock, while I leaned over to Greg who was making out with this really short little guy acovered in blonde chest and leg hair. He had a thick, blonde beard and a beautiful ass. Fuck. Little short blonde fireplugs. My absolute favorite. But I could see what Greg was most attracted to, an absurdly long, fat dick that looked even more massive because he was such a small guy. He couldn’t be more than 5’3” but he had big hairy pecs and the 11” dong of death, really thick, with a nice foreskin. My cock is pretty fat but his was amazing. I was sure Greg was in love. Greg took a break from making out with the little muscle pig and looked over to me. “Hey Mike, this is…um….what did you say your name was?” The little dude laughed and said “I didn’t. You just started sucking my dick over there. I’m Joey.” Greg laughed as well and I reached over to give Joey a nice sloppy kiss. “Pleased to meet ya, Joey. I’m Mike. This one is Greg, but you can call him whore or cumdump. He answers to those. And the whore on the floor sucking my cock is Adam. But just call him faggot. He loves that.” We all laughed and Greg grabbed his pipe and loaded it up with more T. We began passing the pipe around and shotgunning hits to each other until all four of us were spun. Adam looked up at me and said “Daddy will you fuck my pussy? All this T made it hungry again.” He gave me that puppy dog look and smiled really big. I laughed and said “Of course, faggot. Get up here, boy.” Greg said “my turn too!” So I handed the pipe to Adam and told him to give Greg more shotguns. Might as well get these faggots well and truly fucked and fucked up. They knelt on the sofa with their cunts in the air, one furry, one smooth, both slick with jizz from some other stranger in the room. Who knew which one? Who cared? They were both hungry and we both had big fat uncut cocks to appease some of that hunger. Adam turned back to look at me and I could tell his pussy was desperate for my cock. I was not going to give it to him without him begging. “Come on faggot. You want my cock? You know what you have to do, don’t you?” I waved my fat cock around, occasionally slapping his ass cheek with it. “Yes, Daddy! Please fuck my pussy. It’s already lubed up with other daddy cum so it should slide right in for you. Please fuck me! It’s so hungry!” “You filthy little whore. Yeah, I can fucking see there are loads already dripping out of your furry little hole. How many men fucked you already tonight, baby boy?” I teased his hole with the end of my cock, soliciting a long moan from the boy. “I don’t know daddy. I got high and lost count. At least 12. Not all of them loaded me up unfortunately.” I slapped his ass hard with my hand, eliciting a yelp from him and another moan as he felt my cock head brush against his hole. He tried to push back on my dick, but I held him firm. “What did I tell you about taking men’s cocks in your pussy, faggot? HUH?” He was confused for a minute and said “I’m sorry Daddy! I won’t let men fuck me again! Please don’t be mad at me!” “Dirty faggot. That’s not why I’m mad at you, I”m mad because if 12 men fucked your pussy, you should have 12 loads inside you. Does Daddy need to teach you how to work your pussy to milk out a man’s load, baby boy?” I slapped his ass again and said “your brother Greg always gets the load, don’t you, son?” Joey’s cock was already slowly sawing in and out of Greg’s big smooth ass. Greg moaned some more and said “yes, Daddy! I got 11 loads in my pussy! Every man that fucked me bred me. I really want one of them to knock me up!” “That’s my boy. See Adam? Stick with Greg, he’ll make sure your hairy cunt is dripping loads all the time. Bet you Joey and I both have at least two loads for each of you, right bro?” Joey laughed and said “fuck yeah, pig. These pussies are amazing. Love fucking a sloppy cumdump that’s dripping cum from half the men in the room. Pretty soon we’ll be able to use these faggots lubed up with each other’s loads. So fucking hot.” Joey leaned over to pull my head to his sexy, bearded face and gave me a huge kiss. He leaned down and took the pipe from Greg and passed me another shotgun. Like I needed to get more high. But I was on fire with lust so I didn’t hesitate to smoke some more. He looked at me and smiled and said “maybe I can get inside Daddy’s cunt tonight.” I passed the smoke back to him and said “Daddy’s as much of a whore as these faggots. But only if I get yours.” I reached behind and felt Joey’s firm ass, which was also covered in thick, blonde hair. I slipped a finger inside his hole and could feel that someone had already been there, he had at least two loads of sperm already. These boys weren’t messing around, they came to play. I pushed my finger inside Joey and then pulled it out of his hole. It was covered in spunk, so I put it in his mouth and at the same time leaned over for a kiss, so we were licking some stranger’s load out of his ass off my finger. He moaned and momentarily stopped fucking Greg. I pulled away with a huge grin on my face and he laughed and started plowing his cunt again. The cunt moaned in appreciation and mumbled something incoherent about being raped like a whore. I reached down and guided my cock to Adam’s sloppy, leaking pussy and immediately slid my entire fat cock inside his hole in one shove. As soon as the head of my cock entered his hole, he pushed back as hard as he could, groaned loudly and I slapped his ass again. “Remember, next time, faggot. Get. Every. Man’s. Load! I slapped him hard with each final word so the boy would remember. Adam squealed and moaned and said “Yes, Daddy! I promise. Every load from now on!” My cock was buried inside Adam’s hole and I shoved it in another millimeter, sopped moving and felt his cunt throbbing around my dick. So fucking tight, especially considering that the boy had been fucked by so many men tonight. I alternated between jackhammering Adam’s pussy and slowing down so I could reach down and kiss his furry back. After about 20 minutes I could feel the load building up in my nuts. I needed to breed. I needed to shoot my wad in his cunt. The entire time I was fucking him, he was babbling, mostly incoherently, talking about daddy cum and being a good little fag whore. I slapped his ass cheek hard and he squealed loudly, startled. “You want my load, baby boy? Have you been a good little faggot?” “Oh FUCK YES, Daddy! Please give your boy a load! I want to have your babies inside my pussy, Daddy! I need it! I need your sperm!” I kept pounding Adam as hard as I could, and Joey was doing the same to Greg, causing both little fag dumps to moan incoherently with a stream of nasty pig talk. Begging to be raped, begging for cum, begging for piss. I had a feeling they were both going to get all those things and more before the night was over. Finally, about ready to pop my load, I pulled out. Adam swung his head around and yelped as the fat cock pulled out of his cunt. It took him a minute to focus because he was basically living through his hole at that point. I slapped him across the face. “Focus, pig.” He yelped again and said “Yes, Sir! Please breed my cunt, Sir!” “That’s what I wanna hear. I’m not sure you’re ready for this load, are you boy?” He started to moan again and said “Please Daddy! I need your load in my cunt. I’ve gotta have more sperm inside me. Please!” I laughed and slapped him across the face again. He moaned loudly again. “Dirty little fucking fag whore. I started teasing his cunt with my cock again, sticking the head in as I folded his small body in half so I was heavily on top of him.” “Please Daddy. Breed me! Please!” I finally decided I wanted to unload, so I roared and slammed my cock back into his cunt as hard as I could, which actually moved the sofa we were fucking on. It was so loud that all the guys in the room turned to look at us and a couple more stood around the couch, stroking their fat cocks waiting their turn with the faggots. Adam reached up and pinched my tits hard just as I was shooting my load. It had to be at least 7 or 8 volleys of cum, all deep inside his pussy. “Thank you Daddy! Thank you for breeding my sloppy cumdump! Don’t ever take your cock out of my pussy!” I continued pounding his hole until I couldn’t take it anymore, while Joey was moaning loudly and unloading inside his faggot. I pushed the two of them together so Adam and Greg were passionately making out while they were both being inseminated. I finally caught my breath and slowly pulled my cock out of Adam’s hole. A tall, lean, hairy otter type was waiting his turn. “Can I fuck the fag now?” I laughed and knew Adam would love it. He had a long thin cock, with a nice hood of foreskin. I stood up and said “Of course. That’s what his pussy is for. Just one rule.” “What’s that?,” he said. “Gotta dump your load all the way inside the faggot. None of that shooting on the asscheek bullshit. In the cunt and only in the cunt.” He laughed and said “why the fuck would I come on his asscheek? Gotta breed, bro. Gotta breed this faggot.” The otter guy sank his cock all the way in Adam’s cumdump in one push. It wasn’t even midnight and I could tell it was going to be a long, fun night.

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.”

(*** 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?

I had to go to my university's campus today to take of some things and while there had to hit the bathroom. I went to the urinals and saw this guy who works there who I've played with a few times on campus at the urinal and he looked over at me and smiled. He's super cute, mid-20s, shorter, dark blond buzz cut, goatee and moustach and kind of chubby. I know he loves to take it into the stalls to fuck and we've done that before as well as fucked in the showers in the gym over in the activity center. He's kind of notorious on campus as he's hooked up with a few guys I know...mostly taking their loads but he's fucked some of them too, and fucked me too. I know he's got a BF but that doesn't seem to make any difference so I guess they have an agreement or the BF just doesn't know. He looks at me smiling and nods his head towards the stalls and I know he's looking. We both head into a stall and lock the door behind and he's quickly pulling down his shorts along with mine and leans in to kiss me as he starts jerking my dick. He's not shy about saying what he likes and wants and he's whispering in my ear how bad he wants me to fuck him and cum in his ass. I tell him I'm ready and he braces against the wall as I spit on his ass a few times and slide my bare cock inside him. I love how he just takes cock raw and takes the loads too. His ass gives no resistence and I'm willing to bet he's probably taken another load today or recently. He's probably always out in the bathrooms looking for guys to play with and I've seen photos he's posted on Intagram that are selfies he's taken in bathrooms, so I get the sense he does it a lot. I don't blame him...if I had his job and access to so many hot guys I'd be doing the same thing. I'm working myself into a frenzy, kissing the back of his neck and biting it, telling him how bad I want to cum inside him. He's moaning and begging for it and soon I give him what we both want. As I'm panting and draining the last of my load in him he asks me if I want to get fucked too. I tell him I do, but don't tell him I already got fucked this morning, and I'm worried it may be pretty obvious even though I cleaned up after. His dick isn't very thick or long, but it is uncut and he knows how to make the most of it and pops a really nice big load when he cums. He slides in me with minimal effort and starts to deeply stroking so I can hear his big full balls slapping against my ass. He's making a fair amount of noise and I worry about someone coming in but love it to much to tell him to slow down. He's whispering for me to beg for his seed and I do as I'm told as he calls me a dirty bitch, a slut, and a whore. I love it and soon feel him blast his load inside me as he tries desperately to stifle his moan and whine. He keeps stroking and says he's so horny he wants to pump a second load in me. I know he's not going to tear my ass up and have me leaking cum out my ass as I walk back to my car and tell him to give it to me. I tell him how much I love him fucking me and that we should hook up more often. He sighs and I know he can't as he has a BF and can't host and neither can I. The best we can do is sex in bathrooms, cars, and showers. He popped his second load inside me letting out a satisfied sigh as he slid out. We quickly pulled our clothes back on and as we did he leaned in and kiss me deeply as he pressed me against the tiles. You couldn't fake the passion of that kiss and it was clear he's into me and loves messing around with me as he looked deep into my eyes. He told me how much he loves hooking up with me and that he wishes we could do it more often and admitted how he wished I was on campus and we could hook up more frequently. Maybe he says that to other guys too but I hardly cared. It's not like I believe it or that there's anything either of us can do about it. He has a BF and I don't know what the story is there. I don't want a BF and don't know I'd want one as slutty as him, but then again maybe I would. It'd be hot to do a three way or group stuff with him, but then again there's a LOT I don't know about him. And truthfully I'd probably want a guy with a bigger cock because yeah...I'm that kind of guy. But he's fun and gives me what we both need.

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.

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 .

As always, this is a work of fiction and should not be re-enacted in any way. Part 5: Wake Up Christian slowly began to feel his dick harden. No wait, it was already hard. Fuck, it's so hard it hurts! His eyes opened and he realized he was looking at no one other than Shawn and Dr. Lewis, both of them were hooked up to multiple IVs and were smiling at him. "Wait... You're dead," Christian said to Shawn. "And you're neg!" He said to Dr. Lewis. "Silly boy, we're both cyborgs now, only part human. Our bodies have bionic hearts in them, including yours," Shawn said. Christian looked down and saw the IVs attached to him. Blood was being pumped through all three of them. Christian licked his lips. Joshua entered the room. "Oh good he's awake," he said looking at Christian. "As I'm guessing Shawn and Dr. Lewis have already told you, you are dead. Thanks to our blood harvesting and bionic medical devices, your body is still functional. The blood all three of you now share as brothers is the most toxic in the world. It should kill anyone it enters not long after it invades." All three of their cocks were raging hard as one IV was pumping blood directly into them. "You three are our Angels of Death. We have a new porn site that all of you are stars on. And oh, don't think you're getting a new name. Your legal names are on there, so this is no longer a secret to your families. But what's not listed on the site is that you are all zombie cyborgs or the toxicity of your seed. No one will know that. Let's get you all unhooked and suited up. You now all have the same black suit to represent death and show off your tattoos." Joshua said with a smirk. Each boy got dressed, the nice black shirts complimenting their bodies, pecs tightly fitting inside the shirt. They all pulled their tight jackets on and sprayed on some cologne. "How about we get started with your first film? Come in boy, ready to be a star?" Joshua said through the door. In walked Hank. Christian smiled, Hank just barely made the cut to be one of them. How unfortunate. Cameras around the room started rolling and Hank was quickly surrounded by the three of them, their pecs beginning to touch his body. He instantly got hard, he couldn't believe this was happening, especially with Shawn in there. He took one big wif of their cologne before they picked him up and escorted him to the medical table. Shawn was the first to get up and fuck him. "Yeah, want my death seed inside of you?" He asked. "Shoot it in me." Hank said. Shawn did as he was asked and shot inside him. The clock was now ticking. Dr. Lewis got up there next and began pounding. "Take it! Take my poison stick!" There was no response from Hank. When Dr. Lewis realized that, he shot a big load inside. Finally, Christian got on the table and pushed his load inside. The cameras were cut. "Well done boys! John will get the video all done and edited. Of course no one will know what actually happens here. They'll just apply with the knowledge that they will get fucked by one of you pretty boys. Now, who is ready for their next video?" All three raised their hands. Joshua licked his lips and smiled. "Well then, let's get started..." To be continued...

For me, the thing is I want to see that they’re having a good time… If any of them look bored, and they often do, then it’s a huge turn off.

I second GC (pretty wild). Within 10 min of checking in to my hotel, the receptionist had his big uncut Spanish cock up my hole.

I had a big scare a few months ago as I was not on PrEP at the time. I’m back on PrEP for now.

I do love cruising toilets and let anyone Therese fuck me, dont CARE age or looks. My first toilet expperience was at a public toilet in a Central park in Copenhagen, i bottomed bareback for 6 old men in one Sonday morning😀

Typically I let the top make the call, all I do is present the ass for mounting. Most get the hint when I don't make any mention of condoms and will gladly go in raw.. a rare few insist on condoms, at least in the beginning. My running theory is since a random, anon top doesn't know how well you've prepared "on the inside", so they start with a condom to avoid any unpleasant surprises. Then when they realize I've taken the time to clear out, the majority take the condom off to fire their loads inside.

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.

Twenty years ago or so, I hooked up with this hot blonde frat boy. He had an adorable baby-face and a hot skinny body. His dick was above average but just a bit. I can still remember the kid-on-Christmas-morning look he had on his face when I told him he could cum inside my hole. It was just a pump and dump, but he kept coming back. I probably took 100 or more loads from him over a few years - all quick pump and dumps. Around the same time I met my husband, he finally fucked up and got his girlfriend pregnant, so that was the end of our being fuckbuddies. When my husband and I opened our relationship ten years ago, I ran into him again on the apps. We tried to hook up a few times including a threesome with my husband, but it never seemed to click. Mostly, he seemed nervous about causing jealousy in my relationship. Since my husband died, my old fuckbuddy and I have talked online about meeting again. He is often passing through my area because his mom lives nearby. He insists he cannot sneak away when he is staying at her house. I have been telling him to hit me up on his way into town before he sees his mom; I told him I still don’t mind a pump and dump. Friday afternoon, he finally took me up on this. We only work half-days on Fridays at my university, so when he hit me up around 3:00 PM, I was hanging out at my house. We chatted for a bit. He was complaining about his rough day. I asked if dumping a load in my ass would make it better. He said it would, but he is all hot and sweaty and won’t have much time. I told him that didn’t matter. He said he would be here in 20 minutes. I jumped in the shower for a quick clean out. He arrived, and I saw him in person for the first time in 10 years. The baby face he hated at 20 is really working for him at 40; he looked a lot younger. He has a bit of a dad bod, but it looked good on him . We got naked and climbed on the bed. Things just clicked from the get-go. We remembered all of each other’s spots from back in the day. He knew just how to work my nips, and I knew all the right spots on his cock. We had a couple of minutes of intense foreplay before he rolled me onto my belly and slicked up my hole. He slid in quickly and forcefully, but he knew just how to open me up so it felt great. He pumped steadily for several minutes and then bred me. It was really hot taking a load from him again after at least a 16-year hiatus.

Well now I think many of us here would like to see those pics and or videos of your son.

Indianapolis has actually put out for me pretty consistently, and there are two bathhouses there you could sample. This ^ is key to feeling successful no matter where you go. You don’t indicate that your expectations are anything like this, but if you were to set yourself up to score a 40-load weekend, the reality is that barring an very unusual set of circumstances, it’s not going to happen, and certainly not if you’re just slutting yourself in a hotel room. If, on the other hand, you go in thinking that whatever comes along will be great, then you can’t possibly be disappointed. The fact that you’re looking for the best cities, though, suggests that you consider some cities inferior in that they aren’t likely to provide cock in sufficient quantity. If you shift your measure of success to quality versus quantity, your choice of city may become less important. I also agree that you’re highly unlikely to find any city with a preponderance of Tops, or even an equilibrium of Tops and bottoms - there simply aren’t enough Tops for that math to work anywhere. One of the recent (admittedly unscientific) polls posted on this forum asking members to describe themselves as Top, bottom, or Versatile has so far registered self-declared Tops at a dismal - some would say alarming - figure just over 9%. Bottoms, by comparison, chimed in at over 66%. Given that BreedingZone’s membership is a global sampling, I’d say things are pretty much tough all over. Unless a guy’s a Top, of course. If he’s a top, it’s ass heaven.

Woke I awoke Saturday morning with a splitting headache and a dry mouth. I rolled over and opened my eyes to see Travis sleeping soundly by my side, and the clouds in my mind cleared quickly: My ass was sore. This man, who’s not my husband, fucked me last night. Bare. To completion. And he’s HIV+. Fuck--what have I done, I thought. I began to sweat, as the gravity of my fuckup hit me. And then my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I rolled over to look and saw it was my husband Brad calling. “Hey baby!” I answered with a somewhat hoarse tone. “Hah – hey lover” he said, “you sound rough. How was your night on the town with our boys?” “Oh, it was pretty fun I guess,” I responded half-heartedly. “Not too eventful.” And then I felt my jock strap snapped from behind and Travis’s hands on my ass. I clinched my gluten as an attempt to indicate the touch wasn't welcome. He inched his naked body closer to mine anyway. I’d awoken the big dicked, skinny stranger with this phone call, and it was apparent he wasn’t going to make chatting with Brad easy. Travis parted my ass cheeks with his hands as I tried to ignore him and pay attention to Brad, and then Travis inserted his first finger. As he began his single finger fuck of my tight hole, the fact that his poz spunk was still buried in me was on the forefront of my mind. And then a second finger slid in alongside the first. I grimaced. And then a third finger made its way inside me. In any other situation I would have yelped in pain, but I remained silent for Brad. “What you up to today?” Brad asked, as Travis began assaulting my fuck chute with his callused fingers. He worked my hole, shoving his digits in and out, twisting them with each entry. Occasionally I felt his finger nails scraping against my tender anus wall. It was all I could do not to make an audible response to the act. And yet, my dick began to harden. “Not totally sure. Probably just laying low. How about you –- are the meetings going well?” I asked as I felt Travis’s whiskers on my neck, kissing me, sucking on my jugular. I would certainly have a hickey from this. I lost track of the conversation as I was focused on not reacting to the man molesting me from behind. As Brad began going over the list of colleagues who were getting on his nerves, Travis withdrew his fingers. I then felt his dick being guided up and down my ass crack, leaving a slimy trail of precum. “Fuck no, surely he’s not gonna try to fuck me now?” I thought to myself as I tried to move away toward the edge of the bed. But as Brad continued the monologue against his coworkers, the tip of Travis’s monster cock found my hole. Travis’s arm wrapped around me to hold me close, and I had no option but to grit my teeth and accept the entry of his big dick. Travis wasn’t in the moment for romance or to be gentle: he wanted to mark his bitch. He wanted me to get caught. He wanted to claim me as his own. He wanted to emasculate Brad. He slammed his mostly dry cock deep in me. I winced and fought the urge to scream. It hurt like hell. He withdrew most of his shaft from me and then thrust forward into my body again. And again. And again. Brad then started talking about recent discussions with his family about summer vacation plans. I was successfully masking the intrusion into our marriage by remaining quiet, with occasional banter to keep the conversation going (things like “oh wow,” and “that’s great”). Travis pulled my hair as his fuck pace increased. He wanted to cum in me before Brad hung up the phone. I instinctively ground my ass backwards into him, enabling his dick to go deeper and deeper inside me. My own dick was now throbbing and was leaking precum onto our sheets. Brad took hold of my cock and began stroking it in rhythm with his pounding of my hole. My breath was becoming short. Travis was close. I was getting close. Travis picked up his pace. Brad began to wonder about the change in my breathing. “Everything ok there?” “Yeah” I said, thinking quickly and seeing the dog bed in the corner, “Molly and I are playing tug of war with her chewey. Sorry lover, go on.” Brad continued speaking, until finally Travis slammed his body into mine and let out a guttural sound. “unnnnnnnnnnhhhhhh.” Another batch of his poz dna had been injected deep inside me. “Oh fuck” I said, and then recovered “Brad, I gotta take Molly out now. Can I call you back later babe?” “ummm – ok? Sure. " He said, unsure of what was happening on my end of the phone. " Have a great day lover and call me back later!” Brad said as we ended the call. With his dick still pulsing out poison sperm into my ass, Travis jerked my dick until I began spurting my neg cum onto the sheets. “Your pussy of a husband will never fuck you again, slut. Mark my words, slut. You’re mine.”

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

This is a work of fiction and should not be re-enacted in anyway. This story is also a continuation of Shawn's New Contract which you can read here: Part 1: Christian's Freedom Wow! Christian thought. An opportunity to get fucked by Shawn Mendes?! Hell yeah I'm taking this! Christian was a 20-year old college student with very mediocre grades. He went to an elite private school, but only because his family was rich. Instead of studying, Christian spent hours and hours in the gym every single day, perfecting his body. He got looks everywhere he went. I mean, who wouldn't want a piece of him? He's 6'1", blonde hair, blue-eyes, 8 inch cock, nice firm bubble butt, washboard abs, massive pecs, and respectfully large biceps. Everyone wanted him, girls, boys, old men, old women. He loved the attention. He even thought about making an account on some websites to sell vids. Christian had seen those videos of Shawn recently, but he doubted those were real. He immediately signed the paperwork and was so excited to have everyone watch him get fucked senseless. Fast forward: Christian was being escorted out of the playroom and into the tattoo parlor across the hall where a large biohazard symbol was tattooed to his chest. Fuck. He thought. This was all actually real. "Come by my office when you are done here," John said. Christian wondered what would be happening during this meeting. He walked into John's office and sat in the chair opposite his desk, still naked, tattoo burning. "So you saw what happened in there?" John asked. "Yes. But, I didn't think any of it was real." Christian was terrified. John laughed. "What an idiot. First, you didn't read what you were signing. How could those videos be fake?" "I...I don't know, sir." "Well let's stop right there. In your contract you signed your body away to me. I own you. Just like I owned Shawn. Would you like to see what happened to him?" Christian swallowed. "Y...yes." "Good boy. Follow me." John led Christian down to the basement. Christian opened the door and what Christian saw was terrifying. Shawn's lifeless body was strapped to a chair with multiple IV's pumping blood out of him and into small syringes. His skin was so pale. "This is our new harvesting factory, overseen by my brother Joshua. As we already mentioned, we believe Shawn had the most toxic DNA in the world. But soon, that will be you." John smirked. Christian's heart sank. This is where he would end up. "Come, let's get you to bed. The sooner Shawn's DNA takes you over, the sooner we can get you looking prim and proper." John patted Christian's shoulder and brought him back upstairs. Christian laid in bed and opened up his phone. Ever since he saw Shawn in thay chair his cock had been straining in the cage he was put in and he was ashamed of that. He immediately went to his university's student portal and dropped out of school, then sent a few texts and cut ties with his family. This is it, he thought. Over the next week he was only allowed to walk around naked and was allowed very little to do other than exercise. But then, one morning, he woke up extremely sick. So sick he could barely leave his bed. John brought him to the doctor where it was revealed he was POZ. The doctor shook his head, all these boys Shawn hangs out with, he thought. When Christian and John arrived home, the video of Christian being converted was posted online. "Come, let's get you ready for tonight," John said. Christian followed John into a room he had never seen where, low and behold, right in front of him was a solid black suit, just like the one Shawn had worn. "Black, the color of death..." To be continued...

I'm not into condoms when I top. But I'll fuck some safe only guys. I usually pressure them into taking my dick raw. Sometimes it works but sometimes he doesn't relent and I have to wrap up. My favorite hookups are the guys who keep condoms out on their nightstands. I just go in raw without asking and my bottom starts begging for my load.

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It’s been the reverse for me. In fact, I’ve rather enjoyed lockdown. No more making spurious excuses for avoiding social events/invitations I don’t really want to go to, for starters. As I’m inherently self-sufficient, working on my own has allowed me to focus on what really matters in my life and career. And I’ve still been hooking up, but differently - with a small number of trusted fuckbuds in a bbubble - so that side of life has been fine. If anything, I would say I’m emerging from the pandemic mentally stronger and healthier.

Good job! Chapter 10 was worth the wait!

Being fucked by a verbal top is awesome. I can totally give him myself. I love when he is commenting what he is or we are doing and and if he humiliates me verbally. I love to hear e.g., take that cock, I will destroy your slutty hole, enjoy that dick bitch. Or if he asks me: do you want that cock, do enjoy being a whore, do you need being fucked, bred? And if he orders me: enjoy that cock, bitch, push up your fag ass, beg for that cock. I happily answer and reply him. However, I also like being verbal as a 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...

Find a bathhouse that has one. Take a sex vacation to a town where there is a sex club. Look for a play partner who owns one. Everyone should try it at least once...

I think it would be down to the individual manager, to be honest. In the case I mentioned, he was actually okay and, as I said, didn't call the police - he just asked us to leave. But I do know the host was blacklisted from staying there again. Not that we were doing anything illegal, as such. But some hotels are now posting security on the doors in Manchester, or at least were before lockdown. Then again, there's at least one hotel I know in Blackpool that would probably have chucked you out if you didn't have an orgy in your room at least once during your stay!

Today I am 43. I don't look it that's for dam sure and I sure as hell aint mad at being carded. It is quickly becoming an asset to my own dark dementors. I like my men older. I lost my virginity at 14 to a beautifully hung military man. And my 1st Dom at 18 was 40 years my elder. But this strikes a darker streak, a primal need to be consumed by my maker, to be destroyed by my own creator. And the dark perverted child in me finds it funny when disapointment and confusion spreads across the face of that fetishly older bare rider that I am entertaining . I own both his greatest kink and his deepest secrets. I hold their manifistation deep in my boy cunt. His cock still throbing in shock from the huge load he just laid in that young tight boi pussy , he watches his thick deposit drip along the deep dark pink slit crack, he gathers his escaping gift and pushes back into storage. That load, was for that egotisitical cocky cum slut boy who sleaszed his boi cunt up and down the virtual meat market goading, teasing begging for something he could not possibly handle. Stupid Hot FTM wanting to play sowrds with battle tested veterans. Dumb, pretty boi flagged down this bull and he had meant to break him, teach him his place at the end of his cock, he was to father this kid who needed a spanking probably more than he needed a dicking down. Not only did this Not -a- Boi, with his creamy tight pussy strangle every last drop from his dick loving balls, now he takes away the enjoyment of of a lesson well taught, a punishment well delivered, an ego well bruised. He watches as this not-a-boi wriggle from the tickless he has given himself. With an egorged ego this boi stretches and flexs legs and back, licking the discipline from his fingers like dessert was served. The confusion and desire will not leave him, he will only sink further into this not-a-boi who in turn will welcome the darkest stain of him. He will return to lose his mind and teachings will turn to worship and he will not understand how this fox cub became master. I own both his greatest kink and his deepest secrets. I hold their manifistation deep in my boy cunt. And he has just pushed every last drop back into my vault where he prays I will absorb his truth and absolve him with permssion.

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I love unplanned anonymous breedings! Right before Covid, I stopped at a Starbucks in Manhattan Beach, CA. It was in a strip mall type place with a small parking deck behind it. I was in a t-shirt, flip-flops, and loose workout shorts. I sat outside to enjoy my coffee. A tall older worked out daddy type guy was sitting opposite me drinking his coffee and reading. I was noticing his big worked out sexy legs, tight shorts and tank top. I caught his eye a few times, he mine. He shifted in his chair and scratched his crotch, only he pulled his shorts back and I could see under his table both balls out of his shorts and the tip of his uncut cock sticking out. I pulled on my shorts so he could see my cock. Soon we were looking at each other, he mouthed the words, “let me fuck you.” I nodded my head, yes, but thought where? Parking deck, car. So I stood up, nodded my head for him to follow me. I started walking away to the back where my SUV was parked. I looked back to see if he was following me. He was getting up from his table. I walked all the way back to the parking deck, waited until I knew he saw me turn in. Then I walked up the ramp. He was following. I turned by my SUV, I opened the driver door and the back passenger door so no one could see me from the ramp. I stripped off my shorts and threw them on the drivers seat, spit and lubed my hole and stood bent over the drivers seat, ass pushed out, face down. I heard him walk up, slipped by the passenger door, felt his hand on my ass, his fingers in my hole. His shorts came off, he’s spitting and jerking himself. Then the tip of his cock is at my hole. He pushes in...he was big and it hurt a little, but he was slow and spit more. Then he was fucking, holding my hips. He was dripping sweat on my back. He fucked me a good 5 minutes or so. He held back the noises as he nutted inside me. His body shook. He Kept his cock inside my hole until his cock was limp. It falls out. He puts his shorts on and heads out. I reach for my shorts, put them on. I’m wet. He never said a single word to me and I didn’t look after he walked away. I’ve never seen him again. I drove home with cum leaking out of me!

A favorite encounter of mine was when I stayed at a hotel during a trip to NYC. A few rooms down was a couple (man and woman) were vacationing with their kids and the husband was clearly just not having it at all. It looked like he didn't even want to be there, let alone around her for another minute. I caught him glancing at me in the pool and I would happily return the favor while trying to be as much of a tease as possible (slowly rubbing lotion on my thighs, making sure to bend over multiple times) and his gaze never once left me. By pure luck later in the afternoon, I got onto an elevator and he was there. I remarked that we stayed on the same floor and that I would leave my door unlocked at a certain time (I believe I said 8 or 9) and sure enough, He enters after a soft knock on the door. I'm already naked and ready, which seemed to have caught him by surprise as I don't think he did this kind of thing often. He made a mention that he has time because his wife went out with their kids and that he wanted to enjoy it. He immediately starts sucking me, licking my balls, eating my ass. He is just going wild at this point and I am enjoying every minute. He turned out to be a total bottom and he let me use his hole for a good hour and a half before we were both spent. He used my shower real quick to clean up and left without saying a word. I ran into him once again on the elevator with his family, he wouldn't even look in my direction but that night when I saw him at the bar, I mentioned that I was leaving tomorrow and offered him another round of fun. We grab a few drinks to go, I fucked him twice more and we left it at that.

Agree! Have a few fuck buddies, but ultimately you know their moves. Anonymous sex means every fuck can be different, you never know if you are up for a pump and dump or a long pounding or a slow n’smooth. It’s so sexy when the cock slips in and then finding where you are going to be taken and not knowing. The triggers change you move your ass differently, bend, thrust back as you find their rhythm and intent and push to get the load! Delicious !

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

Darren lubed his mighty weapon and slowly but firmly pushed all the way inside me totally raw. I moaned at first in pain then in intense pleasure. Jake pushed himself onto my rubbered cock and we fucked together. Eventually Darren started to growl and Jake moaned "yeah, poz the loser" and Darren did spurting load after load into my hole causing me to shoot and Jake in turn. Jake turned and kissed me saying "thanks for taking the bullet for me" and I replied that the pleasure was all mine. We got into bed with Darren a twink on each side and all fell asleep together.

I’m not really a fan of pussy just because of the way it sounds, it’s just too soft a word. I love cunt for the same reason. I don’t find it particularly feminizing; it does accent my sub side though. It’s literal, a cavity meant for taking a mans seed.

I'd tell myself to stay away from pussy, move to San Francisco immediately, work out regularly, and be the faggot slut/pig you really are! (Oh, and don't turn ANY Man down!)

Yup. Same, this year has definitely been one of the worst for me. It’s really difficult to describe the what/how of it too; my depression/anxiety has always felt more like an unclear fog than anything that’s the product of specific triggers, but right now it feels like I’m stuck in the middle of some of the thickest fog I’ve ever experienced, not only do I feel lost in it but I also don’t feel sure there’s any way of thinning the fog or navigating a way to a thinner part of it.

I would be happy to find some that "work" in the sense of turning me on and helping me get off. I need some narration as well as hot images and music. The ones that turn me on the most are the ones with different audio channels in each ear constantly making your attention shift; I don't know why that turns my crank, but it does. Since the purge, 90% of the videos like that have a woman's voice which might work for the OP, but do nothing for me.

In a public playground late night. I got completely naked and laid on my belly on a swing. He loaded up my cunt then pushed me down in the sand and pissed all over me. I whimpered as I tried desperately to catch his stream in my mouth. I drank as much as I could, but was drenched and covered in sand on my walk home.

Went to a glory hole video store yesterday. Paid my$10 to get in, and was disappointed to see only two guys inside. Only one guy seemed interested at all, but nothing happened. So I left, and went to another store just down the street. The parking lot was packed! I went in, and every booth was full. In the back there is a room with a couch, so I went in and took off my clothes. Immediately a good looking older man waled up to me and pulled his cock out of his pants. Aa soon as I started licking, I looked up and saw four other men standing in line waiting their turn. Soon I felt fingers on my hole, and repositioned myself on the couch to be able to take it from both ends... I lost count of how many men came in me, but some couldn't wait and came on my back and ass while I was being used by others, making them come inside me. It was a wonderful day

HIV positive on meds and undetectable for 12 years... FYI if you use the word "clean" to describe your hiv status you're a douchebag ... I may be a pig but I am sure as fuck not "dirty"

I haven't put a condom on my penis for years; it's so easy to find bareback bottoms, so why should I? I do break them to be used as a cock ring, say if I'd pnp, but basically I never use them And I could tell you the last time someone fucked me with one on

flag Travis pulled his dick out from my ass with slow intention. I felt empty as his thick mushroom head gradually retreated from my tender fuck chute. Once all the way out, he held me tight, sweaty body to sweaty body, my cummy, used bubble butt against his cummy, softening cock. “You know, unlike a woman, a guy can only get pregnant once. A woman can get knocked up with many men’s babies. But a man… A man can only really get knocked up once. I want you to carry my baby. I want to be the one who fertilizes you, who gives you a legacy, makes you what you’re supposed to be. Brad can’t do that for you, but I can.” His tone had taken a gentler turn than it’d been just moments before. We hadn’t yet acknowledged the bug outside of our two sexual encounters. I was still processing it: both turned on and terrified. “I don’t know if… It’s just that, I love Brad. I didn’t mean for this – us – to happen. And it can’t. I can’t…. I can’t cheat on him anymore. I can’t get HIV. I just… this isn’t who I am.” Travis kissed my neck. “It’s who you are meant to be, baby. Think of all the times we talked about raw fucking, how turned on you are by it, how much you crave it. I’m giving you the key to unlock your potential. Freedom to fuck whoever the fuck you want, whenever you want it. And to be mine. I’ve finally planted my flag in you, I’ve claimed you. Don’t turn back now.” I sat up and turned, putting my feet on the ground. I inhaled deeply, exhaled, and said “I gotta shower.” When I emerged from the steamy bathroom, Travis was gone. affix Hours later, the dryer buzzed: our sheets were finally clean. I remade the bed. My phone vibrated: Brad texted that the client was in meltdown mode, and that he’d have to be away for at least another four days. I missed him and felt bad I’d hurt him, even if he didn’t know anything yet. I looked up the clinic’s address and grabbed my car keys off of the counter. I was going to make everything all right. My phone vibrated again, only this time it was Travis. “So are you mine or not?” All my alarms were frantically ringing in my mind. No, of course I’m not, I thought. I’m Brad’s husband. And time is ticking to get treatment from this mistaken tryst, to think of how I’m going to tell Brad about all of this, and to make things right in my marriage. Travis followed up with a photo of his dick that I’d never seen before. In it, he wore a thick, tight cock. His engorged member curved up his slender stomach, veins protruding all along the way, concluding in its perfect mushroom head, which was wet with precum. I could almost taste it through my phone. I was again fixated on Travis’s fuck weapon, and I needed it: it had a power over me. “I need to be serviced. So what’s it gonna be: are you mine or not?” He followed up. I clenched my keys in my fist in mental anguish. That goddam dick. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” I said to myself again as I typed “I’m yours.” He sent me his address. Claimed I pulled into the vinyl-clad apartment complex and continued to doubt my actions. My primal desire for this man’s dick kept me on track toward this unkempt place. I knocked on Travis’s unit. He answered in a wife beater and jeans and ushered me inside. “Take your clothes off.” He said. I complied, exposing my muscular frame and tan lines to him once again. I looked down at my sculpted body and my semi-hard dick and I thought about my husband’s Adonis-like build. I then looked at Travis: a skeleton in comparison, pale, tall, lanky. He certainly had an unrefined cuteness about him, but the physical contrasts between him and me or Brad were sharp. As I stood there naked in his living room, he bolted several locks on the front door. “Bedroom’s back there. Imma grab a beer. I want you ass up, face down on the bed.” My stomach fluttered with nerves as I walked down a short hallway into a messy bedroom. The bed was not made, and the sheets looked old. I climbed onto the bed, knees spread wide, ass up, head down on a formless pillow. He entered the room moments later and grabbed my right wrist. He affixed a rope around it and proceeded to tie it to a corner of the bed. “I don’t think I want to . . . “ I began to turn to tell him that I wasn’t into being tied up. He backhanded me, and I must’ve blacked out in surprise. When I awoke, ropes constrained my hands and feet, and I was spread wide like a star fish on the bed. I felt the familiar sharp pain of dick entering my ass, and a hand between my shoulder blades as leverage. I let out a moan of pain. “Hey boy, welcome back. I’m sorry I hit you. Now don’t question me in that tone again, ok? I don’t want to have to mess up that pretty face of yours.” Travis said from behind as his dick pierced into me. “Can you untie me? I’m not into….” He pushed his dick hard into me, maneuvering his mushroom head a few inches inside me in one thrust, and slapped my ass. “Listen. You’re tied up for your own good. I know you’ve got doubts. I know you’re inclined to run. But I also know your destiny. I knew it from the moment I saw you. Do you want to be mine or not?” I was clear this was rape-like and his language was mentally abusive, but I was also clear that he was right: All of my sexual fantasies had led to this, to him. He pulled out a bit and then slammed back into me, getting closer to my prostrate. “Oh fuck, that hurts – can you slow down?” I said of the entry. “It’s got to hurt some, bitch.” He said I felt his balls brush against my ass. “Your cunt needs to get a little beaten up as sacrifice to the hurt your causing Brad. You’re becoming mine as we speak. My cells are dividing in you, growing, spreading, taking over. And tonight, I’m going to ruin you so that I can remake you.” My fat dick grew from the friction against the sheets of the fuck from behind. I felt his balls slapping against my inner thighs I felt my ass tearing in a way I’d never felt before. His monster cock was wrecking me. “You want to be Poz like me?” He asked with a shortness of breath. I hadn’t really confronted it directly -- to myself or him – yet in such terms. But I knew the answer now, like I’d heard in so many porns and read in so may stories. “Yeah, I want it. I want to be yours. I want to carry your seed, your virus. Knock me up. Make me like you. Give it to me. Make me pregnant with your baby.” I wanted to touch Travis, to touch myself, to turn over and see what this sweaty man assaulting me looked like in this moment of passion. But I was locked into place, my ankles and wrists tied to the four corners of the bed. All I could do was turn my head and glance at Travis with side eye. My dick was leaking precum on the dirty sheets. With each thrust Travis made into me, my cock humped the bed beneath, skin flexing against the mattress. With his dick balls deep in my ass, Travis moved his hips from side to side to side, front to back, up and down, slowly, now, opening my ass, getting my ass ready to be the cum receptacle it was meant to be. He was dripping sweat onto me. His eyes were closed. He was savoring being deep in my hole and just ruining it with each movement he made. Side to side. Back and forth. In and out. “Fuck yeah, baby. You are mine. You’re nothing but a cheating, Poz fuck toy now. My cheating poz fuck toy. Your ass is going to get used and abused so much by so many men after me. You want another dirty load to seal this deal?” “Yeah, give it to me. Poz me. Breed me. Remake me." I said He pulled out and resumed his final fuck pace: he was ready to blow a wad of jizz in my wrecked hole, and crescendo-ed into an intense assault of my chute. I was in ecstasy feeling totally at the control and mercy of my big dicked god. My cock began spurting cum on the sheets. “Fuuccckkk” I screamed, unable to control the flow of semen from my cock. Travis’s eyes rolled back as cum bullets shot deep into my gut, penetrating my DNA inextricably. Volley after volley of Travis’s toxic jiz filled and marked me. He screamed and I moaned in a symphony of passion. After relishing in our orgasms for what felt like an hour, Travis collapsed onto me. Sweaty bodies against one another, he whispered in my ear, “you’re mine.”

Part 6 I lay on the cot in our room, my mind spinning, my asshole both hurting and still wanting more. Master sat in a chair, smoking a tobacco pipe and just looked at his new property. Master. I didn't even know his name. This man now owned me, fucked me up, and whored my ass out, and I had no idea who he was. All I knew was I was his property now. Just a little over 24 hours ago, I was the supreme being. Now here I was a chemed up fuckslut. A God like jock brought down to sub human levels. I was just a cumdump toilet, and I was loving it. Master took another little baggie out, and layed out 2 fat lines on the dirty floor. Handing me a straw, I snorted them both, causing a burning in my throat. But this was something different. Quickly a new sensation took over me. I just layed on the dirty floor and stared into space, unable to move. I was aware of my surroundings, yet felt like I was out of my body. "You're in a K hole boy. Just ride it out, it won't last long." What else could I do? I couldn't move. I just floated into outer space. After a while, I have no idea how long, I drifted back into my body, but still felt like a puddle. I felt Master doing something around my cock, then the prick of a needle. Soon I could feel my cock trying to get hard in the spiked cage. The spikes digging painfully into my flesh. But oddly, the pain just further excited me. Master then wrapped a band around my arm and soon I felt that prick again, followed by the most intense rush I've had yet, and a coughing fit. "That was a .5 slam bitch. Now you should be more than ready for the rest of the night. I told you, you're the main attraction tonight!" With that he grabbed my leash and led me down the hallway to a large room. A large crowd of men had assembled, waiting for me to arrive. I was made to stand up, and my wrists were placed in cuffs hanging from the ceiling. Ankle cuffs were also attached. Then the chain's attached were pulled apart, stretching my body out spread eagle, so I was hanging with only my toes touching the ground. WHACK!!! I screamed out in pain and shock at the sudden contact of a whip against my bare back. Quickly more and more were administered to my vulnerable body, back, shoulders, thighs, calves and ass. I wailed and spasmed in pain, jerking around as I hung there, unable to protect my naked body. For the first time, tears started flowing from my eyes. Over and over the whip attacked my body, till I burned from head to toe. Then the attacks started on my chest. The entire front of my body was whipped like my back had been. Up and down it hit me, leaving burning welts all over. My nipples were attacked extra hard as I threw my head back and howled. Finally, my balls were savagely attacked, causing such pain I thought I would pass out. But the drugs kept me concious. And my cock strained within it spiked prison. Finally, my body burning, covered in sweat, I was released from the chain's, and placed in a sling. I was quickly tied down and immobilized. Then Master approached me, lubing up his hand. With no effort, he rammed 4 fingers right in my sloppy cunt. I moaned as he pushed them around, in and out, stretching me further. Soon he added his thumb, pushing more and more against my sphincter. Someone tied a popper soaked rag around my nose, and I inhaled deeply. Then it happened. Masters fist popped through my assring, right into my guts. I saw stars and the neurons in my brain exploded like the fucking 4th of July! I twisted and jerked, crying in extasy as Master made me a puppet on his arm. He pushed deeper in me, past my inner ring, opening me deep. Soon half of his hairy arm was buried deep in my pussy. Someone unlocked my cock cage, releasing my big cock, allowing it to throb freely. Then Master pulled his arm out, leaving his fist in my cunt. Next he lined up his cock next to his wrist, and pushed it inside. Grabbing my hard cock with his free hand, he jerked me hard and fast while he jerked his own cock inside my ass. Soon we were both blowing our loads in the most intense orgasm I had ever known. A huge built up load sprayed all over my chest and stomach while Master jerked his load off into my ass. The crowd just watched in amazement. He pulled out of my ass, and left me there in the sling. The rest of my night was spent getting fucked and fisted by anyone who wanted to help permanently pulverize my teen jock cunt. My cunt would never be the same after that night.