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Totally embarrassing situation...that turned out super hot: One afternoon at Burning Man I’d taken 4 or 5 loads from different guys while in a sling. I was parched so I threw on a kilt and headed to a popular bar camp for a couple drinks. While having a drink there I started talking to this super hot str8 guy who is just my type: hairy chest & belly and a scruffy 5-day growth on his face. His ice blue eyes and occasional wafts of ripe armpit scent were mesmerizing so when he asked what I’d been up to I didn’t hesitate to say, “Taking a lot of dick, buddy”. Because radical self-expression and immediacy are part of the principles of Burning Man the vibe is very accepting there, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t freak...and he didn’t. He was a little surprised and said, “Wow, man...you like that? I mean, like, taking it?” He actually told me—several times—he thought it was cool if I ”wanted to do that” yet, at the same time, asserting that he ”can’t really relate, because as a str8 man, I’m the penetrator” This led to a pretty candid & detailed description on how much he loves being the penetrator and how hot it is to be inside a woman and etc. It was totally hot listening to him and watching him get aroused. So...I described to him how much I love being penetrated and having a hard cock inside of me. He just kept kinda shaking his head a bit and saying, “Wow!” He was so hot and I was totally hard listening to him and watching him tug on his dick. When I saw that he was hard in his shorts and caught another whiff of his ripe pits, it was too much for me. My hole gaped and a ton of cum noisily shot out of me and right down my leg. I didn’t say anything but he and I looked down at the same time and the trail of cum on my leg was obvious. He said, “Dude, is that what I think it is? You let guys cum inside you?” When I nodded yes, he gripped his dick and said, “Fuck! Women NEVER let me cum inside them!” I listened to him tell how long it had been since he’d fucked without a condom and how much he just wanted to fuck bare and shoot his load inside. I purposely looked around us to make sure he could see that nobody could hear us. “Well, buddy, I’m going back to my private RV and I’m offering if you’re interested” When he hemmed and hawed yet didn’t outright say no I looked around again, put my drink down and told him, “Nobody has to know. I’ve got my own RV and it’s nearby...and you can shoot your load in me...” as I turned and slowly walked away. He followed me to my RV. I got on all fours on the edge of the bed and he fucked me and blew his load in me. Typical of str8 guys, he had his shorts up and was out the door as soon as he came. But....2 days later he was back looking for me, telling me he’d just had a shower and was wondering if we could “do that again”. I sat him on the sofa, sucked him hard and ate his ass (another first for him) before moving to my bed to give my ass to him again. He stayed about 90 mins and shot his load in me twice. Blissful. Haven’t seen him since.

I love the anonymity of the baths. I get a room, lube up, open the door, turn the light off and lie on my stomach. I can hear the footsteps in the hall. Then my room gets a little darker as someone is standing at the door blocking the light from the hall. I raise my but up so he knows I’m interested. I hear the door close and feel a hand on my ass as he climbs on the bed behind me. He applies some lube from the bottle I left on the end of the bed. As I feel the tip of his cock start to press into me, I relax my body. He slides into me and starts thrusting in and out while softly kissing my neck and back. After a few minutes the pace quickens and his breathing gets louder. I know he is getting close as his cock feels much harder. Then he lets out a moan as he goes deep and stops. His load is exploding into me. He stays that way for a few moments kissing my neck and then as his cock starts to soften he pulls out, gives me one last kiss on the back, gets up, grabs his towel and walks out leaving the door open for my next visitor. Neither one of us has said a word. I have no idea who he is. I may walk by him later when I head to the shower or go to leave but wouldn’t know it. For me that is the ultimate rush and what keeps me going back to the baths.

I hadn’t seen my 29 yr old Vietnamese pigson in several weeks. We both needed sex and are vers. From previous posts, you know that we love to kiss and cuddle, 69 and rim ass/suck cock, and chill before another round of sex. We both commented that we miss each other’s naked bodies and beating hearts. During a lockdown, this desire is even more magnified. Don’t forget the cummy kisses too. I did get a huge load from him, by rimming his ass deep with my tongue. He was hard as a rock. He told me if I kept tonguing his hole deep that he’d be very close at cumming. And that is what happened. I made love to his boihole, he aimed his cock to my open mouth. I swallowed most of it and kissed him with cum on my moustache and some of his load in my mouth. He tasted his load. Load #2 was deposited in my ass later. He was sucking my hard cock and pressed an area beneath my balls which got me to cum in his mouth. He kissed me with my tongue. Two can play that game! A hot evening of sex! 🐷

I was on vacation in Germany and went to a cruise bar. I had sucked a bunch of cock and gotten bred by a few of the guys from mid afternoon to early evening. I finished off by getting fucked in a sling by a hot leather daddy. I'm not a late night type, so I decided to pack it in for the night. I didn't count how many guys had left their loads in me, but it must have been a lot. I walked back to the Ubahn station and farted a huge glob of cum out into my jeans. I boarded the train which was not crowded at all. Now that I was in a closed-in space, I could smell cum very strongly. I thought I was just being paranoid. I had to change lines at Postdammer Platz. After I boarded the next train, the "train police" came through, checking to make sure eveyone's ticket was validated. The guy checked mine and then handed it back to me. Then, he looked at me strangely and sniffed. He smirked, then moved on.

Chapter 3. I felt like I needed a break after being used so hard in the whirlpool. I ran my fingers over my cummy used asshole, now leaking POZ cum. My towel was somewhere by the hot tub, and was totally soaked. I left it on a rack and headed to the steam room. I walked through a glass door with a row of shower heads and a frosted glass door beyond. I rinsed myself off as a well-hung tall lean guy came out of the steam room. He was wearing a yellow bracelet too. He smiled at me, pointed to acknowledge my bracelet and stood under the shower head next to me. He rinsed off his body paying particular attention to his long thin uncut cock, now growing as he held it in his hands and smiled at me. I didn’t mean to lead him on, but I did pay attention to the creamy jizz leaking out of my hole and down my thighs. It must have looked like I was advertising as I spread my cheeks apart. I didn’t exactly rinse all of those POZ loads out of me, but I didn’t want a puddle of seed to drip out of me in the steam room. I thought that might be asking for trouble. I walked into the steam room and the skinny guy followed me. He sat across from me and slowly started jerking off. I reciprocated, with one hand on my cock, and another toying with my puffy asshole, spreading my legs wide to show off, I guess. So much for asking for trouble… He got up and sat down next to me. He scooted closer. He grabbed my dick and worked my precum around my cock head. I moaned. He reached down and toyed with my cummy hole, grinning. He brought my hand to his ass and gasped as I fingered him. He seemed like he had been freshly bred too. He squatted over me, facing away from me, and lowered down onto my cock without speaking a word. I had already cum three times but I knew his loose wet hole would get me off again. He pulled off of my cock and took it into his mouth, gobbling up the load or loads now clinging to my cock and licked. When his face was good and cummy, he kissed me hard, forcing some of the cum from his ass into my mouth. That got me so horny that I started to blow my load just as he lowered himself back onto my cock, my forth of the afternoon. He pulled off of me, swiping my seed onto his dick and sat down beside me. I knew I wanted him to fuck me and I climbed up onto his cocks. Lubed with four fresh loads, his cock plopped right into me. It was the thinnest dick I’d taken that day, but by far the longest. I rode him until my knees started tiring and he flipped me around so I was sitting on his lap, impaled on his cock. He laid back and I lay back on top of him. Just then, the door to the steam room opened and I heard a deep voice chuckle. It was the top who had bred me in the locker room. He said something to the guy inside me and he said something that sounded like approval. The top ground up against my balls and forced his hard cock into me alongside the thin dick already there. I groaned as they stretched me out. I wouldn’t have been able to take two cocks at once if the one of them hadn’t been so thin, but it was still as wide open as I’d ever been. The guy underneath me held still while the other guy pounded me senseless. I knew at least one of the cocks in me was POZ and that got me hard again. My dick flopped all over, drooling precum as he hammered away. His thrusts came faster and harder until he blasted off inside me and slipped out. He stood there jerking off as the guy below rocked his hips until he too came. They helped me up and the three of us showered together. They both spent time working their fingers in and out of my loose hole. The first guy bent the one with the thin dick over and ate my load, and countless others out of his ass. I left them there as the first top started getting hard again. I had lost track of the time and didn’t want to miss my dinner meeting. I walked, dripping wet, back to the locker room and found a fresh towel there. I dried off, and could still feel myself oozing cum out of my hole. That was five POZ loads plus the last one that I didn’t ask about. I got dressed, but just in the hallway between the locker room and the exit, I could feel all of that cum squelching around and dripping out. I got a little stiff thinking about sitting through my dinner meetings leaking fresh POZ cum. As I passed through behind the attendant, I saw a note written in three languages, French, English, and Dutch. I could only read the English, and it said something like this: BAREBACK DAY AT THE BATHS - ALL NON-MEMBER BOTTOMS WANTING CUM WILL BE WEARING A BRACELET. - GUYS TAKING POZ LOADS WILL HAVE YELLOW. - GUYS TAKING NEG LOADS ONLY WILL HAVE BLUE. Wow. I hadn’t seen a single guy there with a blue bracelet. That last guy who bred me was either NEG taking all loads or already POZ. Fuuuuck. I let that sink in, and those loads seep out, as I walked back to the hotel. I made it back to see my colleagues in the lobby, including my two straight co-workers who had played in the sauna at last year’s conference. They were talking to the boss of a company we wanted to make a deal with, and who should it be but bald burly top who had bred me not an hour earlier. He looked sexy even with clothes on. Woof! To be continued… _____ If you guys like this story, or others of mine, don't hesitate to let me know. Your feedback makes me hard. ;-)

Sometimes big things comes in small packages; the size of something does not always reflect its worth. Think of a great big old empty cold house compared to a little cozy homey cottage. So yes, it's true that big things come in small packages. This is the case when it comes to Rich. At the time A4A was my app of choice and that’s where I ran across Rich. His screen name was Debauchery69 and at first glance his profile seemed very reserved and his photos weren't really that impressive; face, chest, ass. He was a small guy; thin and short. He wore a leather harness and a leather jock strap. There were no nudes at all. I would have to fill in the rest on my own. I, on the other hand, had the kind of pictures in my profile that would have made a porn star blush. Rich is the one who reached out to make contact first. His initial contact was a simple, “Hey.” After a few one-word exchanges I found out that he was a top and was into leather and basically liked to call the shots. My ears perked up a little. I sensed that he was a quiet type of a guy as the chit-chat continued. We delved a little deeper into our perspective preferences and then there was a lag in messages. I took note that he wasn't crude or slutty in his any of his responses. I figured he'd lost interest especially since my responses were a little on the tepid side, too. But then, I received this message: “I would like to come over, walk into your house and find you in a darkened room on all fours ass-up, blindfolded and wearing only a jock strap.” Now that got my attention. The scene he conjured was so erotic and cryptic to me. I was immediately intrigued and reread his profile. I have to admit I wasn’t sure what his screen name meant so I looked it up: Debauchery69. de·bauch·er·y NOUN 1.excessive indulgence in sensual pleasures synonyms: degeneracy · corruption · vice · depravity · immodesty · indecency · perversion I couldn’t help myself. I wanted him immediately. Anyone who could describe themselves like this in such a quiet passive way all the while exuding confidence and sexual prowess and without any of the vibrato and theater that so many dominant men display has got to be a sexual knight. So not to scare him off, I demurely replied that I could make that happen and asked him when. He responded Friday after work around 10:00 p.m. Okay. it was on. I still had no idea what he looked like or what he was truly into, but he created an intrigue that wanted to find out. Friday night rolled around and I took my time getting ready. I put my shower shot into high gear and stripped my bed and replaced it with a black leather fitted sheet. I turned off all of my lights except a few strategic ones that would help him find his way. I put on soft fuck music to set the mood and chose to forego playing porn. He didn’t seem like the kind of a guy who appreciated porn. For some reason, I wanted to connect with him without disruptions. I lit a few candles, readied my bedside with lube, poppers and a few hand towels. About 9:30 he texted, “Looks like I’m getting off work on-time. What is your address?” I replied with the address and told him to enter through the side door, come up the stairs and down the hall. Mine would be the only bedroom with the door opened.” I wore my favorite jockstrap and cock ring and sat and waited. The anticipation was starting to get me a little anxious. What does this guy look like? Is this safe? Am I crazy? This could be seriously dangerous. But I did have his cell number and he has responded and therefore he could be traced. I erased those thoughts and focused on the positive. I hoped he would have a nice size cock but not too big. I want to really relax and not tense up. While sitting on my bed fantasizing about Debauchery69, my phone lit up, “I’m here. Remember blindfolded, ass up on the bed, dark room.” I had everything in place. My room was dark with the exception of the two small candles on opposite sides of the room so that he could navigate. I grabbed my dark blue paisley western bandanna and rolled it up then tied it around my head covering my eyes. I adjusted my white BIKE jock and got up on the bed on all fours with my chest down and ass up. I waited. I was intently listening for him. The wait seemed to go on forever even though it had only been a few minutes. As I focused on sounds in the house listening for the door to open, my dick started hardening. Wait, was that him? No, that was the ice-maker. I continued to listen. Suddenly I heard the creak of the door hinges and then the closing of the door. I heard the steps creaking as he navigated the run of the staircase. I could hear that he was in the hallway and moving closer to my bedroom. Suddenly, I smelled him in my room. I felt his presence. He said nothing. My hole started to twitch giving my self-control away to him. A t-shirt was being pulled over his head. A belt buckle was unbuckled and the unmistakable sound of a zipper descended followed by denim being dropped to the floor. My nipples started to harden. His hands were a little cold when he put them on my butt cheeks and massaged them like only an ass-man would. Occasionally he spread them letting a cool rush of air graze my hole. I cooed and arched my back. He climbed onto the bed and moved around to the front of me guiding my head to his crotch which was encased in a well-worn leather jock strap. I inhaled the leather and his musk permeating from his crotch. Pheromones were practically oozing from his body causing a me to get closer. The smell was intoxicating. My physiology changed as I inhaled and I began wanting to devour his jock and everything it concealed. But he restrained me. Being blindfolded intensified everything. I was on heightened alert trying to second guess everything he was doing. I felt wetness coming from the pouch of my jock and realized I was leaking precum from the anticipation. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “My name is Rich and I’m going to take good care of you.” I started to say something but he shushed me, “Shhhhh. Relax. Everything I need to know you’ll tell me with your body.” He was very intimate, very sexy and very much in charge. I reached up and grabbed a hold on his hips. He was small; really small. My hands moved up and roamed his upper torso. This guy was only 135 – 140lbs, completely hairless with a chiseled chest complete with sumptuous protruding nips. He let me wander all over his body almost as if he were compensating me for my lack of sight. He had the tiniest bubble ass that easily fit into the palm of each had. He reached down to unsnap his jock strap and fished out his cock and balls. The aroma made my blindfolded eyes roll to the back of my head. Rich had a very pungent, yet alluring, masculine scent. I inhaled deeply as if I were taking a hit of poppers and held it in. He still had his hand on the back of my head, but not necessarily directing me where to go. I started at his thick wiry bush by pushing my face into the center of his pelvis and began licking and matting his hair with copious amounts of saliva. Once his bush was soaked, I dropped down to his tight walnut-sized balls and popped both in my mouth and sucked. His nut sack was smooth perfectly sized for my mouth. I could feel his cock rising from the attention I was giving his nuts. I slowly let them escape half-way only to draw them back into my mouth. I did this several times before bottoming out and sucking his balls deep into my mouth and then using my teeth to ever-so-slightly bite down, letting him know that yes, I had his entire nut sack in my mouth. Between Rich grinding his hips forward, me pulling his ass-cheeks toward me and the suction I was causing, his nuts were in nirvana. It was so fucking hot to be ‘deep throating’ his ball sack. Rich grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off his balls and guided me to his cock. I hadn’t yet felt his cock and was so wrapped up what was happening that I all but forgot about his cock. First he let me have just the head; he was circumcised and didn’t appear to be fat. He pulled my head back teasing me. Then fed me the head again which I sucked and tried to get more. He repeated this a few more times before slowing letting me glide down the length of his cock. His cock wasn’t fat nor was it thin. It was actually quite perfect for me. But length is where he surprised me. He continued to feed me. When I thought I must be at the base, he continued to slide in further and then even further until he hit the back of my throat. Seriously, how long was this guy’s cock? I was slobbering quite a bit while trying to get his cock further into my throat. I reached up and took hold of the base of his cock and realized that I only had two-thirds of it in. There was no way on my knees that I would be able to go any further. Rich was very wet at this point so that wasn’t the problem. Keeping his dick in my mouth, I turned over onto my back, took a deep breath, grabbed his butt and pulled him all the way into my throat. When he hit the back of my mouth, my esophagus open up and his cock continued all the way into the back of my throat. “Ahhh,” was all I heard followed by a long, slow, lust-driven exhale. Rich grabbed me under the shoulder pits and drug me to the edge of the bed leaving my head hanging off the end and his cock still buried balls-deep. Gripping his ass cheeks, I forced him to fuck my throat. He only needed a little help and soon took over from there. Precum, spit and mouth goo were seeping everywhere. He started pulling all the way out and plunging back in to his balls. Again, and again, and again. He fucked like that for quite a while grunting each time he bottomed out. My jaw and cheeks muscles started to ache and Rich sensed it was time and slowly withdrew. After giving me a moment to recuperate, he dropped his balls in my mouth again. I sucked them all the way in and went to work. Teabagging this dude was putting me in a trance. I wanted to swallow his nutsack. Rich started tweaking my tits adding more and more pressure. I squirmed and groaned when I felt his nails pinching and digging into my nipples sending vibrations through his balls and out to his entire groin area. He spit on his hand and reached between my legs and found my hole. I spread my legs further giving him as much access as he needed. He inserted one finger and played around the rim making me horny for more. He added a second finger and slowly started to penetrate further. Rich withdrew his fingers from my ass and then his balls from my mouth and walked around to the other side of the bed facing my ass. Still on my stomach, I lifted my ass off the bed and arched my back. Barely audible he whispered, “Good boy.” Grabbing my ass cheeks again, he spread them apart and buried his face in my ditch. His tongue was what I was secretly craved. My ass reflexively pressed backwards and he got a little deeper. All I could do was whimper. I wanted this guy to devour my hole. He continued to eat and was actually softly growling into the depth of my hole. I felt a finger tracing around the perimeter of my asslips and massaging the rim. Rich removed his face from my ass and got off the bed and walked around to the other side of the bed again. He squatted down in front of me, lifted my head, pressed his lips to mine and inserted his tongue. He started making out and I felt his tongue everywhere inside my mouth. While we made out, I heard the unmistakable sound of the screw cap being removed from a bottle. I knew what was coming. He retracted and closed my left nostril and held the bottle to my right one. Instinctively, I inhaled deeply. Then he switched and did the other. He didn’t partake and returned to the opposite side of the bed. He spread my cheeks, spit into my hole and inserted two fingers and fucked them into me. He finger fucked me with intention and just as I began lift-off added a third finger. I cocked my head as if trying to listen to what he was doing, but all I could depend on was my sense of feeling. I was on hyper alert yet pushed my ass back a little further. A fourth finger was added. I was so glad I was fucked up on poppers because this was getting intense. Again, I pushed back and Rich ground the palm of his hand all around the inside of my cunt causing me to moan like a cheap whore. It was at that moment that I realized he was going to try to fist me. I was kind of stunned because that possibility never downed on me. Yes, these four fingers were causing me to purr and arch my back like a cat in a yoga pose, but I cannot take a fist. Impossible. Rich continued his magic on my ass and hitting me with poppers from time to time and I continued to moan and squirm. I could feel him adding a little pressure here and there, but he couldn’t make any more progress than he had already made. I was tense and nervous. He withdrew his palm leaving me with emptiness and feeling disappointed. I felt his body crawl up on my back and his breath on my neck and he whispered, again barely audible, “Not tonight, you’re not ready, but soon, baby, soon.” He fed me another double hit of poppers and positioned his cockhead at the walls of my cunt and pushed completely in to his balls. The feeling of his long cock buried deep inside me was spiritual. He started to fuck me and I fucked right along with him. He picked up the pace and lifted his torso off my back to gain more leverage. I had to bunch up the sheets in each hand to give me traction to take such a hard pounding. I got the perfect grip allowing me to fuck him back with the same force he was using on me. There was lots of heavy breathing, grunting and groaning between the two of us; the kind of sounds that can only be made with a hard serious fucking. He would stop to give me poppers and to spit on his cock but then fucking would resume full force. By this time his cock and my ass was dripping with ass juices mixed with cock snot; gooey and slimy. I love nasty fucking like this. The sounds bring out the animal in me. He started piston fucking me by pulling his cock all the way out and without needing to touch it, slammed it back in to the balls. Rich suddenly pulled out, jumped off the bed and came around grabbed me by the hair and forced his cock down my throat. It was so warm from the friction and wet and greasy. It slid, once again, past my esophagus and traveled to the end of my throat with absolutely no resistance. He fucked my throat for about ten strokes while I opened my throat to take whatever he was prepared to give me. He fed me more poppers and jumped back around and slammed his cock into my ass. I could feel a film of sweat between us and Rich’s breathing increased. He slowed for a second and I could hear the click of his camera snapping pictures. His cock and my hole created a magnetic field that kept attracting and repelling cock and ass over and over again. Rich continued his relentless assault stopping or slowing every few minutes to prolong his orgasm. I could feel his cock pulse each time he edged. Sweat was now dripping onto my back profusely and I could tell the sheets beneath me were getting wet, too. He pulled out and turned me over, lifted my legs, grabbed both my arms and restrained me by locking both my wrists above my head. Then shoved his cock back where it belonged; in my hot, fucked, wet hungry cunt. “Dude, fuck me, please keep fucking me,” I heard coming from somewhere deep inside me. I was moaning and being unconcerned with my own masculinity at the moment, began to beg, “I love your fucking cock, fuck me, man.” I could feel his breathing getting faster as he leaned down and kissed me. I moaned and made out with him. Rich lifted his head and started punch fucking me with his cock; faster and harder. I swear we were banging bone against bone, his pelvic bone against my tail bone. Still blindfolded and soaked with sweat, I began having an almost out of body experience. Without touching my cock, I felt my balls tighten, my asshole constrict and felt a tingling sensation travel from the center of my balls and up through my cock. “Oh fuck! I’m fucking shooting!” I shot load after load onto my stomach and chest merging it with the sweat we had created between us. Rich pulled out, froze and grunted in a deep lustful rasp that came from the core of his soul and rippled throughout his body. I felt the first splatter of liquid silk spray across my chest, face and hair. The second came immediately followed by the third. I realized that Rich was aiming his cock at me because by the fifth volley I was being covered in cum. I could actually hear each volley land on me. The smell of cum dominated the room. He collapsed onto the bed next to me to catch his breath. I was speechless not knowing what to say. I wanted to offer a shower, but needed to catch my breath first. I wanted to see if he needed water because this had been one of the most intense workouts I’ve ever had. The jism began to change from a gel to a liquid and ran down the sides of my face, chest and torso. Rich got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. I heard water running indicating he was cleaning up a bit. I should have offered a shower but somehow the words didn’t come. Without saying anything, he started getting dressed. A t-shirt was being pulled over his head. Jeans were being pulled up and zipped and a belt was clanking and then buckled. When he was finished, he knelt down and whispered into my ear, “That was hot. Let’s do this again.” And he walked out of the bedroom, down the hall, down the staircase and out the side door. He was gone. The house was silent. I remained on the bed bathing in the afterglow and sweat until I heard his car drive off. Only then did I take off my bandanna off and look at my body. I was completely glistening in cum. It was everywhere. I scooped cum from my hair, chest and stomach and grabbed my cock and jacked off with Riches load. Rich actually became one of my favorite fuck buddies. Every time we met it was the same; after work, me in a jockstrap, him in leather and me blindfolded. I finally got to see what he looked like on our second visit. He was exactly like I imaged small in stature with pale white skin and black hair. He was neither handsome nor ugly, yet I was very attracted to him. We remained constant fuck buddies for about 3 years. He was never able to fist me but we had fun trying. He stopped messaging me one day, removed his profile and disappeared. I never heard from him again. What I learned from Rich was how to be a gentleman and practice debauchery; they can coexist. I loved him as only a gay man could possibly understand.

Steam Room Breeding Chapter 1. I was out of town for a conference, staying at a really swanky hotel in Amsterdam, the kind with it’s own spa and sauna area. I finished my morning lectures and presentations and didn’t have anything all afternoon until a dinner meeting. After walking around town a bit, I went back to the hotel to change and explore the sauna area. Some of my straight colleagues had told me about the sorts of antics that went on there during past conferences. A manager told me that he got a handjob from another guy once. I suspected that if he admitted to a handjob, he probably did more. Another junior manager told me that he saw two guys blowing each other, which probably meant he was the one sucking cock. Hearing these straight guys, in Amsterdam no less, talking so lasciviously about a hotel sauna, I wondered what they must have though of the Red Light District… I thought their idea of deviant behavior was somehow quaint. Anyway, I skyped my boyfriend back home and told him I was going to go exploring. He winked at me, and told me to have a good time, and then told me that he would be entertaining a few friends of his own that afternoon. I knew he’d wind up taking loads, so there was nothing to stop me from having some raunchy sweaty fun. I went downstairs and was disappointed to find that the whole spa area was closed for the day for cleaning. Just my luck. I went back to my room and found a few overtly gay saunas online and headed that way. I found the address and was buzzed in. I saw a poster with a comic of an asshole leaking cum and some Dutch writing I couldn’t understand, but I did note today’s date featured prominently. I walked in, and the attendant spoke to me in perfect English, asking if I was a member, I told them no and that I was just visiting. He smiled and said, members only, but that today there was a special offer. I handed over the cash, paid my admission, and he gave me a yellow bracelet and told me to wear it so that members would recognize me as a newcomer and welcome me. I thanked him, and headed to the locker room to get rid of my clothes and into a towel. I shucked off my clothes as two guys came in, sweaty and smiling. They noticed my bracelet, smiled at me, and dropped their towels. Both were semi-hard, and one had a glistening cock that looked like he had just been fucking. He shook his cummy cock at me, smiling, as his buddy bent over the bench and pulled his cheeks apart, showing off a sloppy freshly-bred asshole. My mouth started to water. They laughed and said something in Dutch that I didn’t understand. ‘English,’ the top asked me. ‘American.’ I replied. ‘He wants to know if you want to fuck him…’ I was instantly rock hard and walked up to the bottom’s upturned ass. "Condom?" I asked. They both shook their heads no, and the bottom spread his cheeks wider. I lined up my raw cock and slapped it against his shiny wet hole. He backed up onto it, and I gasped as I easily slid all the way inside. The top walked up behind me and tweaked my nipples, sliding his slimy cock between my ass cheeks. The bottom sank himself until my balls were tight against him. They both babbled in Dutch as I pounded that hole. "Breed him," the top hissed into my ear. I could feel my orgasm building in my gut, and shot my load into his eager friend’s ass. I bent forward to catch my breath, still inside the wet hole below me. The top took that as an invitation and lurched forward, tearing my ass open. I knew he was in me raw, and I didn’t stop him. He had been rubbing off against my ass, surely leaking precum. That precum and the bottom’s ass juice still on his cock were the only lube as he jackrabbited against my ass. His fucking kept me hard, and even though the bottom was still, he was clenching his gut muscles. Just as the top started breathing more quickly and fired off his load into me, I lost another load inside the bottom. The top pulled out and walked into the showers, smiling at me, and beckoning for his friend to join him. The bottom kissed me on the mouth and fingered my ass a bit. He stammered as best as he could in English, "Nothing like fresh toxic cum…." My jaw dropped, and then I shrugged as I thought to myself 'My boy and I had both been taking cum from strangers for a long time. We certainly must had taken more than one POZ load. No big deal, right?'. Then why was I getting hard again, especially after just having cum twice? To be continued…

The CDC announcement last week gave me the green light I was waiting for to go back to GROUP sex! I've been topping plenty the last couple months, but I really wanted to get my ass used and flooded before I paid it forward, so I planned to hit the bathhouse Saturday maybe during the daytime. I got on bbrt early to see if any buddies were online who might wanna meet up at Flex at pig out together. I ended up clicking on this older/younger muscle couple looking for "group" sex. I told them I'm really into couples and groups and quickly got a message back that the older top is looking for another top to tag team his boy in a hotel that night at 10. A couple more messages, and I realized it was a pump n dump situation on his muscle boy, and he'd be churning the loads between tops. Pump n dumps aren't my favorite, and I wanted to get fucked, but they were too hot to pass up so I switched mental gears and plans. I held off cumming and sort of decided I'd go to the bathhouse after fucking this guy if I was still horny enough after. When I logged back on later they were posting a quick connect to get more guys so I was a a little hopeful maybe it could spontaneously turn into more of an orgy if enough guys were there at the same time - I got my hole ready just in case lol. I got there right when I said I would and top let me in. Some younger guy was dressed and left as I was walking in. The couple said "that was weird", so I don't know what happened, but the HOT bottom was ass up and hooded in a jock on the bed, so I stripped and got to work. Top daddy told his boy I had a really nice cock and told me I needed to use lube. I put lube on, but I sunk in EASY and definitely didn't really "need it". I love when such hot guys like this are SO slutty even coupled up :) Top daddy stood right in front of his boys face telling him how hot it was and muscle boy just kept telling me to bang him harder and dump my seed. Top was hard as a rock jacking and watching. I'm not sure if he knew it, but top daddy fucked me around 15 years ago and now I was fucking his boy while he watched. I really wanted him to hop on back of me and make me middle man in a train fuck, but I knew that wasn't the scene tonight - they were going for load count on the boy - his hole was so fucking good and slick so I let loose in only about 5 mins and gave them what they wanted - hoping for a real group fuck the next time. I pulled out of that wet muscle cunt and daddy immediately took my place and edged his rock hard dick in his boy's hole as I got dressed and they waited for the next guy(s). I was still horny so I headed for the bathhouse next (around 11pm). My goal was to get fucked - a lot! and then breed some bigger slut before i left. I got a room, but I realized they now have a new category of room called voyeur rooms with windows and blinds. It should be exhibitionist rooms, but who cares. I just got a regular room but ended up fucking with two different guys who had voyeur rooms, and I will definitely get one of those the next time - very fucking hot having all these guys watching you fuck and probably willing to join if invited. Anyway I got naked in my room, put the porn on and headed out to cruise around. I quickly realized it was pretty slim pickings as far as looks go, but when I wanna bottom I don't care as much about looks. I rinsed off and went in the steam room. 2 mins later this young slim hairy middle eastern guy was smiling at me and we headed to his voyeur room. He had a small dick, perky ass and just wanted to bottom - oh well lol. He was sexy and slutty, but his hole was like a vise grip. I was rock hard but had a lot of trouble getting in. I hate really tight holes, and I assume bathhouse whores are gonna be especially loose and hopefully pre-loaded but that wasn't the case. I was definitely the first guy to fuck him that night. I finally bottomed out in him and we fucked in a few positions, but I definitely didn't wanna cum that soon after I got there and really wanted to bottom. He had the blinds open and watching guys watch us, and after 10-15 mins we both agreed to head back out and see if we could round up anyone else to join us. It's tough to know someone else's "type" when you're just slutting around like that with a total stranger. But he was passing by some kinda hot black guys I was sort of into, so I assumed he wasn't into it and realized later I was right. We found this sexy lean vers guy all in "sports gear" - baseball cap, jockstrap, long socks, sneakers - very hot also with a bigger voyeur room. Middle eastern boy and I went in his room, and he opened the blinds for a show. Sports guy and I ended up spit roasting the bottom, but then right in the middle an announcement came on that his room time expired and he had to renew or get out - ugh!! lol We all left the room and agreed to meet at bottom's room, but sports guy didn't show up. We cruised around again after another fuck and getting him a little more loosened up. We went in the sauna and sat down separated some. Then this crazy hot short muscled black guy came in and sat directly facing me and played with his dck through the towel. I was hard and just pulled my towel away to stroke and his eyes lit up. He jumped over to my side of the bench and was sucking my dick 15 seconds later. I really wanted him to be a top, but he wasn't. I groped his huge muscle bubble butt while he bent over blowing me, and I ended up standing in front of him for him to blow me better. I wasn't sure if public playing was allowed now (it didn't used to be), and we were getting a good crowd watching in the sauna, so I invited him back to my room before we got in any "trouble". We made out some, he sucked my dick, I ate his ass and realized he also hadn't been fucked yet 😞 I lubed up and fought my way into his also tight hole - at least it wasn't as much of a fight as the middle eastern guy, but FAR from sloppy how I like. We fucked for a while, but I realized I wasn't gonna cum again unless I could find another slicked up cumdump like the hotel jock from earlier. I made a little small talk with that hot black muscle stud, and it turned out he's visiting and there with his bf (wished he was local). I was tired by that point and had been there a couple hours after the hotel fuck so decided to call it a night. I didn't get fucked or bred at all, but it was a good night. I got to fuck some seriously hot ass, finally started back to public/group sleaze, and hopefully made a connection with that hotel muscle couple for a real group fuck sometime soon....swapped texts with the daddy the next morning - boy got 7 loads - he'd get WAY more in a group setting like the bathhouse or sex club. Fingers crossed for a repeat and having daddy mount my ass while I'm inside his boy next time!!

Same here! I love fucking sluts! When they are young OR kinda "innocent/clean cut/jock look" it's total icing on the cake when it turns out their cunts are so loose and sloppy!

Yup, another "all hands" (Covid vaccinated) fuck fest was held last evening by our regular fuck party hosts. Last month's party, over 60+ fuck pigs, was dwarfed when well over 100 horny pig bottoms and their admiring Tops (many hung like horses) showed up. Once again the sling was in constant demand as both bedrooms and the garage playroom were crammed with breeding pigs and the "whap, whap, whap" sound of bottom boys being filled and balls being drained. The festive nature of this gay breeding bachanal was enhanced by the addition of a hot tub where both fuck weary stallions and their mares could recuperate before returning to the games. Suffice it to say, a good time was had by all!! Oink!🍆💦🤪🐷

Haha...great thread! As a CumDump I have several stories. One that I particularly remember was I was out with six friends (including my very best friend forever and his husband who both know I’m a total CumDump) at a happy hour, then we had dinner reservations at a really nice restaurant. At the busy crowded happy hour place I was making eye contact with this hot older muscle daddy guy. He was pretty assertive and came over to me to talk. Actually a fun conversation and bold as u can be, he leaned into my ear and says, “I gotta run, but luv to fuck u in the bathroom before I go. You game?” I said sure. He walked off to the bathroom or so I thought. I excused myself from my friends and followed him. Instead of the bathroom, he led me to a back hallway where the bathrooms were, but opened a door that was a small supply room. We went in and he told me the manager was his good friend and he used this room to fuck guys. He locked the door. Pulled my light color kaki pants down to my ankles (I normally don’t wear underwear — so you know where this is going) and I got on my knees to suck him. He had a really fat 7” cock. It was great. It took me a few minutes to get him hard, but once that fat cock was hard I stood up, leaned against a shelf, pushed my ass out. He spit and fingered my hole. Soon he was pushing in...he was really thick. It didn’t hurt, but once he was in me, I gasped air as he filled me up. Soon we were in a rhythm rocking and fucking. When he finally came in me he was very verbally loud grunting and thrusting. When done, I tried to suck him again, but he was already putting away his cock, so I pulled up my pants to go. He says, “I gotta run but if you’re up for it I bet my friend would luv to use your hole, want me to ask?” I said, “sure.” He told me to me to stay in the room with my pants down, butt out. So I did. He left...5 or so minutes later the door opens and his friend, the manager walks in. He just says, “nice” as he unbuckles his belt. He was an older muscular daddy just like his friend. I squatted to suck his nice cock. He was hard fast. I stood up, leaned again against the shelf as he plowed me. Soon he came inside me. As soon as he pulled out, I turned, squatted and got to clean off his cummy cock. He said a few nice words asked me to just pull the door tight when I left. He pulled up his pants, thanked me and left. Nice!!! As I went to get off my knees I noticed that squatting with my pants at my ankles I had leaked several big wet globs of cum into my pants. Shit!!! As I stood and started looking for something to wipe the inside of my pants. I found 1 cloth. I tried to wipe it but it was already wet. Shit. Well it was what it was. I zipped up my pants, untucked my shirt and headed out. My best friend saw me coming toward him. I stood next to him. He leans over and and says, “untucked shirt, messed up hair...was it good?” So I smiled and nodded. All ok until the restaurant. Walking to the table, I definitely felt it the cum leaking from me as much as I was try to hold it in ...I couldn’t hold in a small cum fart and that was it..totally wet. My friend walking behind me says totally smiling, big grin on his face, “...you realize you’re totally wet in the seat of your pants.” I said I do..so I went to the bathroom, wiped the cum from my hole, wiped my pants. Then put a wad of toilet paper between my ass cheeks. I went back to dinner and sat the whole night with a very large wet spot on the back of my pants. At that point what can u do. At dinners end I just made sure all my friends walked away from the table before me. Then I walked out proud and wet. There was no hiding it at that point! Proud CumDump!

If it was the 1992 version - "The New Joy of Gay Sex", I was one of the models for that - I'm in 2 one on one panels and a couple of group panels - and you're right, the fisting panel in the book was very hoT (I worked for the artist that summer as well, so got to be at other modelling sessions beside my own). This was the most recogizable one of me - the bathroom stall where the photo the artwork is based on was at The Crown and Anchor in P'Town and was shot during the slower afternoon - the owner and the bartender watching and jerking... I was 29 and appear as the bottom in the panel and truly the Daddy gave me a nice fuck as we did, but despite appearances, I was top/vers and he was bottom/vers in "real life", so to the delight and a bit of consternation of the onlookers, when the camera shoot was done we switched places and I banged him for all I was worth... leading to him taking my fist, then both fists, back at his place... and we got PAID for that! (artwork by Fowler, NJofGS, 1992)

Thanks for all the feedback guys and for your patience. Hope you enjoy this newest addition: The black stud stood just inside the door and moved his hand down to the already-thickening bulge in his tight jeans and began massaging the growing lump. He turned his face toward Leather Daddy and said, “Damn man you told me you had a couple fucked up pigs here but this is hotter than I'd expected!” His voice was deep, kind of a baritone, and was full of lust and masculinity. “His ass tight on your fist boi?” he asked, looking into my eyes. “Yes, Sir,” I answered. “Tight and warm and hungry.” I inched my arm forward slightly, causing Trevor to moan deep and push back immediately onto my fist and wrist filling up his fuckhole. The black god chuckled and stepped forward a couple feet. “Sounds like you like your pig bro's fist inside your pussy pig,” he said to Trevor. “Do you?” “Oh gawd yes I do Sir! It feels amazing! Need my hole stuffed with something all the time!” The visitor stood right in front of Trevor, grabbed a handful of his thick curly sweaty black hair and pulled his face right into the obscenely packed crotch of his pants. Trevor moaned hungrily and began licking the full crotch of the jeans and rubbing his face against it. “Would you like to feel my big black daddy dick stuffed up your cunt slut? It's huge as fuck. Can you take this much up in your hole boi?” Trevor was sucking on the covered meat pressed against his lips and panted, “Yes, Sir, Please!! I can take it Sir! I have to feel your big black daddy dick stretching my pig hole open. Fill my ass with your huge fucking cock Sir then fuck me until you give me your cum and mark me! PLEASE!!” “Hungry cock whore aintcha? Don't worry slut, Daddy Mason is going to feed you.” Trevor groaned with anticipation when he heard that. Daddy Mason stepped back and dropped his massive frame in a leather chair a couple feet out of the reach of Trevor's mouth. He looked at me and ordered me to ease my fist out of the bottom pig's hole. As I began pulling back slowly from Trevor's gripping chute Daddy Mason took the loaded pipe and torch Leather Daddy handed him and began heating up the bowl, watching the need for more smoke clearly showing on Trevor's face. “You look like you're hungry for more than just Daddy Mason's cock in your hole pig. You're hungry for more of this fucking awesome white smoke too aren't ya?” “Yes Sir, Daddy,” Trevor answered, his voice husky from all the smoke he'd inhaled already. “I fucking love sucking down the white smoke. It makes me hungry for more cock and cum and piss. It gets me so ready Sir to take all 3 of you in my mouth and ass and be your cumdump and urinal.” Daddy Mason took a long draw from the pipe looking into Trevor's sweaty face and black eyes. Just as he exhaled a massive cloud of smoke in Trevor's face I freed my fist from the tweaked up pig's ass with an audible “pop” and a moan from Trevor. “Now that your ass ain't filled crawl over here slut and get Daddy's black monster out of these pants and start worshipping it with your mouth. Do a good job boi and you'll get to suck down more smoke too.” Like the meth-and-cock bottom whore he now was, Trevor didn't need to be told twice. With a deep animalistic sound out of his throat the tweaked up knocked up sexy fucking pig crawled quickly between Daddy Mason's spread legs and pressed his tongue against the covered nuts full of the sperm he craved, lapping hungrily at the area as his hands and fingers worked quickly to unsnap the button and pull down the zipper, the only things separating Trevor's drooling mouth from the massive meat he was eager to impale his throat on. “It's fucking huge, Daddy!” Trevor moaned. “Beautiful fucking huge black daddy dick!” With the last word I watched the cock whore run his tongue across the wide piss slit lapping up a big pearl of precum as he began tugging at Daddy Mason's pants pulling them down his muscled thighs and freeing the entire shaft and cum-heavy nuts. The BBC exposed to us was the longest and fattest cock I had ever seen! It had to be 11” long and easily 5” to 6” around. “Holy fuck!” I moaned as I felt my mouth water and my partyed up ass twitch in hunger and desire. From behind me I heard Leather Daddy laugh softly as he whispered erotically in my ear, “Yeah, boy, my sexy black friend has an awesome fucking piece of black meat, doesn't he? I knew you'd like it, you and your bottom pig brother both.” I groaned and pushed back against Daddy as I felt him pressing his sweaty hairy chest against my back and felt the thumb and forefinger of each of his hands grab onto my hardened nips and begin pulling and twisting them. “Do you think the slut will be able to take all of that black fuckpole down his throat or up his sloppy boicunt?”, Leather Daddy continued as I felt his tongue, lips and teeth working on the side of my neck. “I want to see that Daddy,” I moaned softly. “It'll be hot as fucking hell to watch Daddy Mason's fat hard raw dick disappear inside both of the pig's holes! Hearing him scream getting stretched wider than ever and at the same time begging for Daddy Mason to give him more!” We were watching and slowly grinding against each other as we saw Trevor pull off Daddy Mason's pants leaving him totally naked before the groaning cock pig between his wide spread legs. “Lick Daddy's nuts boi,” he ordered the whore. “Let me feel your tongue working on my nuts and getting them ready to unload the first load for you. The first of many. Show Daddy Mason how bad you want what he has to give you.” With a growl Trevor buried his face in the black stud's groin and began noisily slurping and licking and kissing the orbs of flesh that held the essence he needed. Daddy Mason took a huge hit off the pipe as Trevor feasted on the full balls and Leather Daddy continued to work my nips and rub his leaking toxic cockhead around and onto my hungry fuckhole. “Fuck yeah, you damn little cock pig!”, Daddy Mason cried out exhaling a huge white cloud of sex smoke down on Trevor. “That's it pig! Work those nuts. Make 'em give up what they're carrying and flood your fucking throat. Feed you Daddy Mason's thick special cumload filled with what you need boi!” Turning my head slightly so I could watch the scene before me but still whisper into Daddy's ear, I asked him, “Special cumload? Does he mean what I think he means, Daddy?” Leather Daddy ran his tongue up my neck to my ear, using the tip to tickle just inside the ear, and whispered back, “He sure the fuck does, son. Your pig brother is about to get another strain of poz cum dumped down his throat! And then some!” (to be continued)

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

Since I was young....I've loved going restrooms,ABS,gyms, and bathhouses to fuck and get fucked....one of my favorite memories is when I just got outta college and I was driving home....I stopped at ABS, got my coins, and headed to the booths....I went in a started to watch porn....long story short...a hand offered poppers through the gloryhole....I took a huge wiff and backed my hole up to it to get some stranger's dick!.....that stud fucked me for twenty minutes and filled my ass up.....afterwards I wanted to see who fucked me...so when the stud left his booth, I left mine....I followed him out into daylight.....He was a young man...early thirties...had an athletic coach look and TWO cars seats in the back of his SUV...I was so happy I had his baby yogurt up my buttcunt!

^ This, exactly, which is why it has to be looked at as a fetish rather than mainstream activity. Whether it’s “hardcore” comes down to your definition of “hardcore”, in much the same way as whether you define a particular practice as “piggy”. Urine is a hard limit for me, but I don’t know that I consider it a hardcore fetish. I’ve been on the receiving end of some fucking hardcore fetishes, and the way most guys approach and talk about watersports is fairly tame by comparison. A Top piss-fucked me once and only told me once he had done it. I didn’t go off because it had just been vanilla sex to that point and there had been no reason to discuss limits, so he didn’t know - I just immediately got up and emptied myself. But on the other hand, he really shouldn’t have assumed. I did not hook up with him again, and it was a shame, because his cock was every bit of 9” and superbly shaped. My ass services every cock, but my service does not extend to every fetish.

It's better fresh. One of the guys I'm seeing who's into it says that it turns to ammonia after a few hours. He does make piss dildos though by pissing in a condom and freezing it. He makes different shapes by using rubber bands. It hurts a bit, but it all melts inside and then works as an enema to clean me out too. It's a pretty good use for piss He collects when we don't see each other. But for drinking, nothing is better than a frothy class of warm urine (that's what He likes me to call it) with dinner. You can also add a bit of tonic water, it makes the taste really pop and a really cool cocktail.

Stranger in my Room – Part 2 It seems like we both passed-out; for how long I don’t know. I just woke with this wonderful feeling of someone’s fingers running up and down my ass crack. It felt so good I just naturally shifted my hip to give the fingers better access. The digits were deep in my crack and brushing my warm, wet hole. Then a pause at my rosebud, and the middle finger starts probing the opening. It’s gone for a moment, then back again, but now it’s wet. Again I shift and give total access to my butt hole. The wet finger enters my wet chute. With ease the stranger’s middle finger is sliding in and out of my fuck hole. It’s really feeling good and my hole is warming up. Then the finger in replace by a fatter thumb. “Fuck yeah…” I sigh. Fucking LOVE being thumb fucked. The perfect shape, and how the pad of that digit presses against the prostate. Fucking heaven. After some gentle rubbing of that favorite male gland, the stranger pulls his thumb out. He says to me, “You’re so very warm and wet in there. I think my dick needs to revisit that.” With that, he lifts my left leg slightly into the air. Then his big, round dick head starts running up and down my crack, looking for that warm, wet spot. It’s not long before he discovers it and starts pushing in. Because I still have such a tight ass, he feels resistance. He lifts my leg higher and I push to open my hole for him. With that, his head pushes in, past the ring. I sigh with extreme pleasure as he pushes the rest of his dick’s length into me. “Oh fuck! This feels good. Your dick is now hitting that spot, better than your thumb was. Fuck this is awesome. I’ve never been fucked in this position. Feels amazing. Oh, Fuck Yeah…damn that feels so fucking good!” “So, you’ve never been dicked like this before? Well, you’re going to like it.” He lifts my leg over his hip and drives his dick in, balls deep. He then twists my shoulders and face around to meet his. With that, he plants a big, wet, open mouth kiss on me. While we’re swopping spit, his hand runs down my belly and finds my hard cock…dripping pre-cum of course. He wraps his fist around my boner and starts stroking. I think every bottom would agree that having a Top stroke your dick while your ass strokes his, is an amazing feeling. My arm is around his neck, his hand is pounding my meat, and my hole is milking his cock…once again. Does it get any better? “Oh, fuck my ass man! Oh, fuck this feels amazing. I could cum man, I think I’m about to shoot!” Hearing that, he slows down, lifts my leg back over his hip and starts to roll me over on my stomach…all the time, keeping his stiff rod inside me. He lays his hairy, manly body on my back and says directly into my ear. “I know from your profile; you really like to take dick in this position. In fact, I think I read from you several times, this is how you like to get bred. Well, you nasty fuck, we’re going to fuck a while like this, before I seed your cunt again. Then maybe I’ll let you cum. But you either cum with me, or after me. Understand? You tell me when you’re too close.” With that he lifts himself off me and pulls his cock out. He then takes his strong hands and parts my thighs and firmly rubs them up and down. He reaches up and pulls my cheeks apart and starts rimming my ass. He’s dragging the length of his tongue up and down my crack, then stops and sticks it in me as far as he can. He does this several times and I’m writhing in horny bliss. Then he rises to his knees and uses them to force my thighs further apart. Then I feel that wonderful, bulbous head of his cock pushing against my opening again. “I’d suggest you take a hit from that bottle before in force myself into you again.” No one who needs to be told twice the hit some poppers, I take a long draw up both nostrils. As I slowly let out the air, with one forceful thrust, he’s back in, balls deep. I raise my spinning head and groan in pleasurable. It didn’t really hurt…just had a lot of force behind it. Once again, the weight of his body in press on top of me. And again, he’s breathing heavy words in my ear, while he starts full force thrusting in and out of my hole. “Your fucking cunt feels so good around my dick. Fuck. Your hole’s so creamy already it feels incredible. I could fuck you for days.” As he’s fucking me, pinned between his body and the mattress, my wet dick is rubbing beneath us. I’m so fucking turned on by this guy’s manly body pressed against me, his amazing boner fucking my hole, and my dick rubbing the sheets. I guess my breathing started to give that tale-tale sign of reaching climax. Because, without saying a word, he reached under my hip and pulled my stiff rod behind me. No longer rubbing against the sheets. “Don’t want you cumming prematurely.” He says. “We have some serious ass pounding to do. I’ve yet to plow your ass doggy style.” Fucking hell. I didn’t even realize we hadn’t done that yet. Then in a moment, he withdrawals his bone from my butt, grabs my hips and lifts them off the bed. Again, he buries his tongue deep in my fuck hole and just eats me out. In a flash, his tongue is replaced with his stiff, now pounding cock. He pushes all the way into me in one thrust. Hits bottom and twists my face around to kiss me with the taste of my ass on his tongue. “We got some serious fucking to do. I’ve yet to really pound your ass. You need to feel what it’s like to fuck like men.” He pulls his cock out with a ‘POP’ and drives it back in again. Holding my hips and pushing my face in the sheets he starts F U C K I N G me. Fucking in and out and in and out – slamming into my cheeks with a slap each time. I’m fucking moaning with forceful pleasure. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone fuck me so hard. But, because of all the earlier work, and a load of wet jizz already in me – this felt, other worldly. He was really liking it too. He was up on his knees, ramming his shaft deep. Pulling it out to look at it, then back in again (got to love those full-length mirror hotels have). “Fuck yeah! Your hole is working my cock so good. I’m gonna fuck’in cum man. I’m gonna grease your insides again. Oh fuck yeah. You ready for another hot load of sperm?” The question was rhetorical, but always HOT to hear. So I answered. “OH GOD YES! That’s what you’re here for. I need your seed man. I want your fucking man load planted as deep as it will go. Fuck me man. Mark this ass!” With that he pushes me flat on the bed. With his knees he forces my thighs together, making my hole tighter. He’s fucking hard, but his cock doesn’t leave my chute. He drives in all the way and the moment he lands on my back I feel his dick surge. “Fuck you man! FUCK I’m cumming! I’m breeding and seeding your cum hole. Take it man. Suck-in all my seed – my DNA is now deeply imbedded inside you.” “Oh fuckin’ thank you man. You came here to deliver, and you did. I love having your sperm swimming inside me. I feel so wet with your thick, rich cum. Thank you.” He’s now laying on top of me. His chest pressing heavy with his panting. Calming down and winding down, but still on top of me. I’m loving it. Then I realized, when he laid me down again, my dick was under my belly…but I didn’t cum. I was so focused on my ass getting truly fucked I just didn’t care. “Man! That was some amazing sex. Did you like that?” He asks me. “Are you crazy? Of course. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. You are a great fucker. I’m glad I invited you over. Was scared to death at first, but I think that made it hotter.” “Right-on. Should we take a shower and clean each other up before I leave?” “Yeah…I’d like that.” We go into the bathroom and I start the shower. Luckily being a higher end hotel, it had a sizable shower. We step under the water and I soap-up his sexy body. His dick is still half hard, and I can’t help but stroke it. Looking me in the eye, he says, “You haven’t really showed me how subservient you can be. I think you need to get on your knees and suck my cock.” Now I’m not too much into sucking cock, but he was right. And, I hadn’t cum yet myself. I was kind of excited to see that amazing fuck tool up close. I put my lips around his head and suck it. Circled my tongue around it, then stuck the tip of my tongue into his piss slit. “That’s nice boy, but I think you need to suck the whole thing.” With that he takes both of his hands to the back of my head and forces my face into his bush. I do like the different feeling of his dick in my mouth. We get into a rhythm and I start stroking my dick. After a few moments, he notices me whacking my dick. “Hey boy – haven’t you cum yet?” I look up into his face, dick still in my mouth and try and say, “No.” “What the fuck kind of rude Top am I. We need to take care of that. Do you think your pussy could take another load?” “Fuck yeah.” I say. With that, he grabs me under my arms and pulls me up. He then tells me, “Put your foot up on the edge of the tub.” I then feel (once again) that amazing dick head pressing into my ass. “Oh fuck. I love to stand and deliver. Oh God, I can’t believe I get your dick again.” “Keep working it like this and you’ll get more than just my dick.” “Do you want to cum while I fuck your hole?” “YES! I LOVE to cum while getting fucked.” With that, he pulls me back against his chest. Then he pushes my hand away from my dick and wraps his fist around my aching bone. His dick is pounding my butt and his fist is pounding my pud. I feel so subservient. This Top is controlling everything. He then pushes the brown bottle under my nose. I sniff deeply and he does so after. At this point, we’re both flying high. “You feeling good boy? You ‘bout to shoot that juice? Hold-off a second and I’ll plant mine in you at the same time. You close? You ready? I’m about to shoot man. Here comes number three.” Again, he dives in balls deep and holds it there. But his fist is still quickly pounding my dick. As I feel his head expand as he starts to deliver his third load. At that moment… “FUCK YES! Thank you, Sir. I’m gonna shoot – FUCK I’m cumming. AUGHHH FUCK YEAH. FUCK YES….AUGHH! My first shot came out like a canon. I could feel it as it left the slit. My stranger’s dick buried deep within me, again. Him holding me tightly against chest and pounding my dick and causing it to explode. I’ve never had a better orgasm. “WOW Boy! How long you been holding that load?” “I don’t think it’s how long I held it…it was YOU driving it out of me. Fucking AWESOME! By that time we were both spent and the sun was raising. I went and laid on the bed, and played with my cummy ass and semi-hard dick while the stranger dressed, waved good-bye, and left. After he was gone, I fingered my soaking wet hole, and stroked my boner to another orgasm thinking about what just happened. Can’t believe I actually did it…but so glad I did.

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Last night and this morning 14 anon loads at the heath

I love seeing a younger guy with a wrecked hole!

Fantastic ball drainer dude. Love your writing!

It’s been about a year or two since i’ve posted here. I was recently in a relationship. (still am) and the dude has a high sex drive like me so it was perfect. i was fine taking multiple loads from him each day. Guess he needed more though. He recently told me that he cheated on me which absolutely broke me. but i forgave him. Kinda. I sat here and thought to myself and I wanna stress that i am not an eye for eye type of person. However, there are some other factors that i’ll spare you all from and get on with it. I took a trip to Denver by myself to clear my mind a bit. I didn’t plan on cheating back, but i went to the Park Meadows mall, and there are lots of horny married men there. I caught the eye of a tall middle aged looking black guy and followed him into the bathroom in Macy’s. He went in one stall, I went into the next and he slid his soft cock under the stall. I took him in my mouth and let his huge member grow. He had to of been 8 inches. If you have read any of my previous posts you would know that like many of you, i am a greedy cum hungry bottom that gets pleasure from my pussy. I slid my shorts off and stuffed this stud inside my hole. He fucked me nice and deep and made sure to leave me full of his nut. i cleaned him up and he went on his way. I laid on the dirty bathroom floor like the whore i am and fingered the load even deeper inside of me. I figured that i just got lucky with cruising so i decided to head back to my hotel. I stopped at a porn store on my way there though. It was a pay for the day sort of deal. I paid my fee and walked in to get a feel for the place. They had gloryhole booths as well as 2 viewing theaters. I have done gloryholes on many occasions and i always love them. But i decided to try the theatre out. upon entering the theatre i see a few dudes turn to me and look away. I love attention from men. So i decided i would strip down to my jock. Eyes were back on me. I walk down the ramp as i feel hands grab and feel my ass. A few minutes later and i feel hands gripping my waste and a cock head knocking on my hole. I feel the cock to make sure there isn’t a condom on it and much to my joy there wasn’t. i bend over so this unknown man can fuck my pussy as deep as he pleases. he pushes me against the wall and places a hand around my neck. He is fucking me with so much dominance. his pace picks up and he lets out a sexy deep moan as he fills my guts with his babies. We’ve attracted a crowd of 6. I turn around and am greeted by another man. a beefy bear. he kisses me as he pushes me back on the wall and lifts both my legs up to get at my hole. He drives his cock into my cummy hole and fucks another load into me. I take 3 more loads in the theatre before heading to the glory hole. It seemed like everyone was in the theatre until someone finally joined the booth next to me. i can’t see this dude but he slips his cock through. I suck on his bushy, beer can of cock before i consume it with my greedy pussy lips. He wastes no time churning the loads in me. I can feel my cock swelling until it finally shoots with no help and shortly he follows. I left denver full of cum.

Pissiing in an ass or getting piss in my ass is a special moment. What's even better is expelling piss from an ass onto or into the original pisser.

As the lines on the road whizzed by Jake flipped through missed messages on his phone, occasionally checking the maps to guess at where they may be headed but resigned himself to watching the little marker wander the display as it seemed only Seth knew exactly where the main even was. "so how was your....weekend?" Jake asked quizzically. the days seemed to run together. All he remebered for certain was the near constant sex he was having. "educational!" Seth chimed in his usual sing-song as he proceeded to detail an evening with an eighteen year old gas station attendant. "He mostly stopped off to buy some weed, but you know how these things go. a little mix up with ms tina and before you know it youre prepping a virgin to take its first raw cock." seth flashed a phone picture of the crown of his cockhead nestled tightly inside a hairless hole. "he really, really wanted a condom but see this parts the key. once that warm tasty mushrooms inside most boys wouldnt dream of saying no. not too much or theyll fill up and start thinking about it, and not too little or they wont ge the hint... just enough to part the lips and give them a little stretch." Jakes inches began swelling as he listened intently. "and ya cant be too rough, remember that. lots of lube and just give it time, their body knows to take the cock inside even if they dont want to. Once i was in his guts i planted 3 loads without telling him at all...just kept stroking and never said a word. The lube is good but its nothing compared to some nice warm poz spunk...thats stuff just sends them to the moon ya know? loosens them right up and makes them irresistably luscious to fuck...Oh hey were here!" Seth realized he was fondling his straining cock through his jeans as he looked up to see a secluded contemporary home at the end of a long drive. "You read my mind!" seth smiled, as he yanked the snaps on Jakes jeans open to expose his rock hard cock. "be a good boy and sit nice and still for me..." Seth dug through his backpack and produced a small baggie of clear white powder. tapping gently, he dumped a generous portion up the length of the boys prick in a neat line and quickly snorted it. Satisfied, he tucked Jake back into his pants and ushered him out of the car toward the door. No sooner had he reached for the gilded doorbell when the knob turned and in the archway stood a towering ebony specimen with piercing blue eyes in a pair of running shorts. "Daddy Dione!!" Seth practically screamed as he lept into the mans open arms. "my pretty boy seth." The large man seemed to dwarf Seths frame as he tussled his hair and groped his ass. "and who is our guest?" Jake did his best to smile in the mans formidable presence. "Daddy this is Jake. hes here to help with the party favors. I promise hes a good helper, i showed him how to do it myself." Jakes expression became confused as Seths eagerness gave way to a hearty chuckle from Dione. "Why dont you go to the pool and play with the boys. Daddy and Jake need to get to know eachother. "bourbon?" the towering adonis kindly gestured to the granite bartop. "sure." Jake nodded, as the mans capacious grip seemed to swalllow the bottle entirely. "i hope you dont mind Jake. the boys certainly enjoy their party favours, but my taste has always been a little more urbane i suppose." Dione carefully drew a cigar from the adjacent humidor and set it alight. "I believe all the guests are accounted for but you still seem confused. Jake is it?" He nodded, "Jake I hold these parties every few months to convert some of the loveliest neg boys I --well, Seth, can find." Jake seemed in disagreement. "do they..." he asked, uncertain of his footing as the question seemed to stick to the roof of his mouth. "No Jake. none of these boys knows tonight is their last night. It wouldnt matter if they did anyhow. Have a seat." Jake Followed Dione to the acacia adirondacs as the heady purfume of dominican tobacco and bourbon seemed to enrobe the two. "you know, Seth was once one of them..." Dione gestured lightly to the playful pool of a half dozen young men. "I freed him. Gave him what he never knew he needed. He was hesitant at first, but by dawn he danced like a vile little figurine up and down the length of my cock. I pumped every last drop into him and made him into perfection." Jake was speechless. "Exciting isnt it? You see Jake, poz is their natural state. These bottoms, the boys, to truly become something remarkably pure and beautiful, they must convert." Jake mulled the idea over for a moment in his head. "tell me Jake, Seths shown it to you hasnt he? the unbridled greed and hunger of a poz bottom? The fuck is...ferocious for them. they crave a mans hot seed over and over without any remorse, as they all should. keeping them neg is a heartless act, and you're here tonight I hope to help gift these beautiful young men." just as jake began to argue in protest to his enchanting host, Seth appeared again. "please may I daddy?" jake had never seen Seth so politely behaved. He watched as with a smile and a gentle nod, Seth stripped off his clothes and slid Diones massive shaft from his speedos, pumping it and caressing it as he stepped into place. Straddling the head of the mans prick, he slowly eased down in a repeated succession of increasingly gutteral groans, filling himself completely with the unprotecteed tool. "The boys are almost ready daddy." he whispered as Dione ashed his cigar and sighed. "then the first load is just for you baby..." Seth watched mesmerized as true to his word, Diones plump balls drew close and he began to release his toxic seed into the power bottoms endlessly luscious hole. When he was sure Dione was sated, Seth drew the shaft from his boy pussy and licked it clean. "Part of the tradition Jake. Before we begin, Seth always gets the first load. its only polite." Dione stood, removed his speedo and began walking toward the poolside. there was a deafening pause as Jake waited for some interaction from Seth, staring into his bottomless gaze. "you need to help them Jake." he stood motionless as Seth slowly unbuttoned his pants and slid them down. "its what your poz cock was made for. put your gift inside them." Seth quickly glanced over his shoulder as he licked his lips at the sight of Jakes swelling cock. no sooner had his warm breath reached the pulsing organ than Dione raised his voice without so much as turning around. "What did i tell you boy?" Seth practically lept to his feet as he backed away in apology. "daddy says you are off limits until tomorrow." As dione patiently laid out lube and poppers he smiled and remarked, "If Jake would like satisfaction tonight he will find it deep at the bottom of a pretty pink hole as that sublime poz cream of his pours of of his balls."

Part 10 - Back To The Beginning Sampson laid in Mike's arms slowly stroking his chest that Sunday afternoon, the sun already hanging low in the sky for the time of year. Glancing at each other and smiling they had come along way in their strange relationship, a kind of love and bond had grown between them. Not the kind of love that makes a relationship, just one of greedy self-indulgence that satisfied them both. Sampson had to come clean to Mike admitting that he was a gypsy and they were moving on to Lyndhurst at the start of December, partly concerned that his admission would in some way cause an over reaction on Mike's part and it sort of did. Instead of looking down on him in disgust he flung Sampson over on to his stomach and pounded him hard wrapping his arms around Sampson's chest holding him even closer. Working himself in to a sexual frenzy Mike bit on Sampson's ear lobe and whispered 'My emerald gypsy boy', the words stuck and was how Mike referred to him from that day. In truthfulness Sampson thought that his moving to Lyndhurst to wait out winter would see a pause in their assignations, Mike however made it clear that his emerald gypsy boy was to be at his place at 7pm every Friday and leave on Sunday. It was certainly not a choice Sampson was allowed to make and he smiled happily to himself, his hand was stroking Mike's semi hard cock and his finger rubbed around where the foreskin neatly kept the head hidden. His finger pushing inside the foreskin feeling the sticky precum mess already congregating, Sampson moaned feeling his head being pushed down towards Mike's cock and feeling it expanding rapidly in his hand. Sampson moved quickly knowing he probably had at best 1 minute to suck on it before Mike would take over and get inside him. By early December Sampson sat in his caravan looking out at the commune site sipping his coffee before the day started. It was only Wednesday but the void was big and he relied on his imagination going over the past weekend, it was only two days until he could see Mike but the emptiness left during the week was killing him inside. Being so close and busy with Mike for so many weeks meant he missed the birth of Marlon's son last Saturday, questions and rumours were flying around the commune about Sampson and his weekend disappearances. With Marlon so busy in his own world now Sampson only got to see him during the week when they were working, even more annoying was that Marlon ceased calling on Sampson nowadays. Part of him so desperately wanted Mike to love him and be with him but even that was now dwindling with the appearance of Allan. The closeness in age and body suited both Mike and Allan and what played out was Allan paying less and less attention to his man back at home, it forced him to take a long hard look at his relationship with his husband and how it differed to Mike who was both exciting and varied in his sexual pleasures. The writing was written on the wall and it didn't take long for Allan's husband to throw his hands up in the air in defeat and walk out. The actions paved the way for Allan to turn his full attention to Mike and the result was a blossoming romance. Sampson got in to his 4x4 not giving a dam as to who might be watching, he slowly drove off the site at 5pm and headed to Banbury. Nick slowed down seeing the 4x4 pulling out and turning on to the main road, instantly he looked over to where the 4x4 had just pulled out of, his heart skipping several beats seeing the gypsy site full and people milling around. Desperately he wanted to stop and see if it was the same group of travellers but thought better of it for now and continued on his way home. His mood cheering up and constantly thinking if they would be back on his estate touting for work again. By the time Sampson pulled up outside Mike's he recognised Allan's car parked in the driveway. He sat there watching the house for several minutes feeling the stabbing pains of jealousy throughout his entire body. Adamant this would be the last visit he slowly walked up to the door and knocked and waited. The front door opened and Allan stood there "He is yours for weekend I need a break" he said. Sampson looking at him. "Don't keep him waiting" Allan said pulling Sampson inside. With that Allan left closing the door behind him and Mike appeared from the kitchen dressed in his jock strap and boots. The sight was too much and as usual Sampson melted and immediately forgot everything, Mike was on him locking in a sensual kiss whilst undressing Sampson frantically until he stood naked except for his socks. Mike stepped back and smirked picking up the harness and strapping it over Sampson and guiding him towards the stairs, thinking they were heading up to the bedroom Sampson stepped on the first stair when Mike grabbed the back of the harness to stop him. Already feeling Mike's hard cock hanging out of the jock strap he was forced on to all fours half up the stairs. Suddenly Mike's cock rubbed up his crack gradually it went deeper and Sampson moaned with such an exquisite sound that Mike pulled back and angled it against his hole pushing in to his emerald gypsy boy in one slow smooth movement until he could go no further. Sampson raised his head moaning loudly as his body accepted Mike, his hand instinctly moved under until he could feel the tightness of Mike's ball sack stretched up against his arse. Mike rolled his head back purring in delight being inside the arse he had trained, his hips wriggling to savour the warm tightness holding his cock. Placing both hands on the harness holding Sampson deep on his cock he began to fuck in long slow movements and immediately releasing a succulent amount of precum in his excitement. Sampson pushed back each time he felt Mike pushing in to him, letting out a loud noise between a gasp and moan when Mike bottomed out in him. Mike had never been more turned on by Sampson and knew he was not going to last, his hands yanked the harness back and the loud slapping of his balls hitting against Sampson's arse filled the air, grunts emitting from them both. Faster and faster Mike went and the slapping sound changed in to an applause, his knuckles turning white from holding the harness so tightly. He was already orgasming through his body yet trying to hold back from releasing his load as long as he could, the yearning and need to breed was overwhelming. Finally collapsing forward and securing his arms tightly around Sampson's waist his hips bucked harder than ever driving his cock deep in to Sampson and releasing his toxic seed. Sampson's body quivered in his arms resulting in Mike's hips exerting all their pressure against Sampson's arse. His arms held tight around Sampson's waist and his head rested on the back of his neck panting and coming down from an almighty orgasm, hips still bucking away forcing his seed deeper. Mike bit down on Sampson's back gently he had never fucked him as hard at this and wondered if he had taken him too far this time, the body in his arms was making no movement or noise, like it was in a state of shock. Mike raised his head and leaned further forward to check Sampson was okay. He didn't know what to make of it at first staring at the cream carpet of the stairs, his body completely immobilised in Mike's arms and sent to hell and back in an incredible journey. Slowly Sampson turned his head to look at Mike then kissed him gently on the lips 'Holy shit!' Sampson muttered as a smile grew on his face. Mike smirked and jabbed his still raging erection 'Again?' he asked quietly, Sampson chuckled and kissed him tenderly again 'Bring it on' he replied. Mike raised himself up and grabbed the harness again, his second orgasm reached and he slowed down just a little to let his load out then started fucking Sampson for a third time. Sampson collapsed on the bed "Dam! You really made my arse sore" he complained. Mike laid next to him "Shouldn't be suck a cock tease then" he replied still panting away. Sampson turned his head to look at Mike "I never teased, you just took" he said giggling. Mike chortled "And you are complaining because?" he asked with a big smile on his face. Sampson leaned up "Is this coming to an end?" he now asked Mike. Mike glanced at him curiously. "You and Allan now being together" Sampson clarified. Sampson ran his fingers along Mike's muscled arm "It feel like it is" he said softly. Mike watched Sampson "No it is not ending, you still float my boat emerald" he replied. Sampson half smiled in an unsure way "But not enough to want anything more?" he questioned. "I like you a lot emerald, but being in a relationship would ruin our dynamics" Mike replied. Mike sat up and looked at him "Did you expect more from me?" he now asked. Sampson shrugged "Sometimes I wish there was" he paused, "But this is just as good". Mike pulled Sampson down in to his arms "I made you a condition of being with Allan" he said. Sampson smiled and kissed Mike on the lips. "Get down there and blow me" Mike demanded. The words were still coming out of Mike's mouth when Sampson already felt himself being pushed downwards. Sampson began working the cock slowly with his lips and tongue. Mike rolled his eyes and moaned in pleasure and allowed Sampson to control the situation until he was brought to orgasm. Keeping his eyes focused on the ceiling doing his best to ignore that is was Sampson, he knew if he looked down at Sampson he would cum straight away. Sampson drove back to Lyndhurst late Sunday afternoon, despite his sore arse from the fucking on the stairs Friday evening Mike still had his way with Sampson all weekend, he wreaked of stale sex and it a smell that Sampson loved to enjoy on his drive home. It was dark, wet and windy when he arrived back at the commune and parked up outside his caravan. Getting out of the 4x4 and locking it he turned around and jumped back coming face to face with Marlon who certainly didn't have a happy look on his face. "Fuck Marlon!" Sampson said loudly his heart pounding in his chest, "What is the matter?". Marlon stared at Sampson "What the fuck did you do to me?" he asked in a quiet angry tone. Sampson gulped fearing the worst "Come inside" he nervously said unlocking the door. Marlon followed him inside the caravan and closed the door "Well?" he asked. "What is this all about Marlon?" Sampson asked believing he could evade the truth. Marlon pushed Sampson angrily "You gave me that gay disease" he said pushing him again. Sampson backed away "I only found out I had a few weeks ago" he tried explaining. Marlon stood looking at him nearly crying. "Have you told anyone else?" Sampson asked. "No, but when I do all hell will break out" Marlon replied raising his voice. Sampson sat on the bed "I'm sorry Marlon, I really didn't know I had it" he said. Marlon shook his head "I will give you a month to decide what you are going to do". "What do you mean?" Sampson asked looking up at his cousin. Marlon turned to leave "Face up to it or leave the commune" he replied looking back at him. Marlon opened the caravan door and looked at Sampson "One month!" he repeated. Marlon spat at Sampson and closed the door leaving him alone. The worst insult of all had just happened, when a gypsy spat intentionally at you it was a sign of dishonour and intent. Sampson felt a tear trickle down his cheek, in a few short minutes his entire world had come crashing down. He could have argued and laid the blame squarely at Marlon who came begging for cock but that just wasn't his way of dealing with things. Sleep didn't come easy to Sampson that night his thoughts running over and over of how could he evade the whole thing and what was he going to do if he got banned from the commune. Either way he knew he couldn't stay as life would be hell and he would be picked on continuously until he was finally driven away. Tired and exhausted Sampson drove in the van with the other guys to start work, Marlon keeping his distance and hardly muttering a word to Sampson. At lunchtime his phone chimed with a reminder of his appointment the following day at the sexual health clinic in Southampton that he had discreetly rearranged since arriving in Lyndhurst. After returning from a days work Sampson got in his 4x4 and drove in to the New Forest, he just couldn't bear being on the commune, he parked in a car park and just sat there for several hours trying to figure out what he was going to do. He couldn't stop thinking about Mike and the words echoing in his head that a relationship would ruin their dynamic. He was the only person Sampson had ever got so intimately close with. Sampson woke after dozing off, it was 2am and he was in the middle of nowhere and he stopped outside of his vehicle in to the cold damp air to wake himself up properly before driving back. Remembering the sovereigns his mother had given him explaining that they were valuable he knew he had to get them valued to see if they would help him forge a new life outside of the travellers community. Nick had put his past to bed and was now undetectable, the past year he had turned over a new page in his life deleting all his devious profiles from the hook up apps he was happy to play the upfront person when arranging meets. Always telling them that he never met to fuck a guy using condoms and that he was hiv positive but undetectable. It had paid off in more ways than one as bottom guys seemed to be more interested in trying to dodge the bullet with somewhat risky sex. In fact Nick was never short of safe sex only guys wanting to bareback. Driving for his 2pm appointment he detoured past the gypsy site glancing over and wondering if they were going to come knocking on his door any day now, weekdays were no good since Nick was at work so he had no real idea if they had already been. Normally there were rumblings in the community about where they were working but it had all been strangely quiet and no one at the car dealership knew of their whereabouts, he just couldn't get those delicious green eyes out of his head and exquisite body he had enjoyed playing with. Nick parked his car and walked in to the clinic and took a seat waiting for his check up and medication. Sampson arrived at the clinic and waited in his car until five minutes before his appointment. Walking in to the reception he went through the formalities of confirming his contact details and took a seat in the waiting room. His eyes wondered over to a couple of guys already sitting in the small waiting area, a little alcove between two consultation rooms that contained only six chairs so Sampson took one on the opposite side to the two guys sat there. He could feel a weird vibe of stolen looks going on in his direction from the other guys. Taking their chances to get a look at Sampson and it kind of made him feel uncomfortable but also aroused by the little game. Doors opened and closed down down the corridor and a little laughter and a voice that Sampson thought he recognised but shook it off when the doctor appeared calling our for Eric who stood and walked in to the consultation room closing the door behind him. A doctor appeared from the corridor calling Sampson who stood and followed her down the corridor. A door to the side opened and Nick walked out just as Sampson looked him in the eye briefly. Nick stopped in his tracks but the guy didn't seem to immediately recognise him and carried on following the doctor. Confused and in a little state of shock Nick wandered back to the reception to make his next appointment carrying his bag of medication, his focus though was down the corridor but the guy had disappeared from view. Nick walked to the car park and got in his car sitting there for a moment, his stomach in knots and feeling all flustered, the result of those green eyes staring back at him for a moment had sent him in to a complete dithering mess. Literally he was unable to drive away and instead he waited, for what he didn't know right then but those eyes had brought memories flooding back. Sampson watched the nurse drawing blood but his thought was elsewhere, it took him a moment after seeing him but he knew that face, the body was definitely a little more muscled up from what he remembered, but yes it was definitely him and he was anxious to be done and go find him. Crazy as it was he thought that maybe this guy was going to be waiting for him, well he did seem to acknowledge who he was. Sampson walked up to the reception glancing at everyone who was milling around but he couldn't see him and immediately giving up any hope, in fact he didn't even know why he was looking for him. Picking up his appointment card Sampson walked outside in to the car park towards his 4x4. Nick caught sight of him walking across the car park and got out of his car locking the door he walked cautiously in his direction. It was like Sampson knew he was there and turned round "It is you!" he exclaimed loudly. Nick stopped "You are back" he replied nervously, "I didn't expect to see you here". "It is because of you I am here" Sampson said strangely without any bitterness. Nick was a little stumped for words. "Did you do it deliberately?" Sampson asked. He nodded "You didn't protest" Nick replied with a tang of arrogance in his voice. "You don't even regret doing this to me?" Sampson asked amused by his upfront behaviour. "I don't have regrets, well maybe one" Nick replied suddenly realising he wanted him. Sampson shook his head "You have sent my life out of control, ruined it in fact". Nick stared at him for a moment "Your on meds how bad can it be". "How bad?" Sampson spat the words looking angry, "I infected my cousin, I have to leave". "Leave?" Nick asked looking confused. Sampson looked at his bag of meds "They will drive me out if I don't leave". Nick moved forward "Where will you go?" he asked expressing concern with his voice. "Fuck knows" Sampson replied, "I will have to sell the caravan, I am an outcast now". Nick couldn't let him go again "Can I help?" he asked out of desperation. Sampson shook his head "You have done enough" he replied unable to to take his eyes off him. "You can stay at mine" Nick blurted out, "You know lodge in my spare bedroom". Sampson could definitely feel the heat between them "Why would you put a gypsy up?" he asked. "I have never forgotten our time together" Nick replied, "I can't forget it". The months of anger he had felt and wanting revenge on this guy were being washed away the more he looked at him. He was feeling strong emotional affection, like he had with Mike but this one seemed to be connecting more intensely and was falling head first. He was good looking, arrogant, self assured and confident, traits that Sampson couldn't deny made him even more sexier. He knew that the sex they had was good and on an even playing field. But moving in with him was something that had never crossed Sampson's mind. "I won't pay you" Sampson suddenly replied, "If I move in, you owe me for what happened". Nick was taken back for a moment "I want to have sex with you though" he replied. Sampson scoffed "I ain't your lover" he replied baiting and wanting him to bite. "You will be and I think we both know that" Nick replied confidently. "Full of yourself aren't you" Sampson replied now putting on his cocky tone. Nick laughed "Stand there and tell me you don't want this as much as me?" he asked. Sampson watched him and could see the intention in his eyes "Sampson, that is my name". "Nick" he replied and stepped closer to Sampson "So Sampson, you want to be my lover?" he asked. "Like proper lover, as in a couple?" Sampson asked and Nick nodded, "Alright then". "Want to get a coffee?" Nick asked. Sampson looked at him "Why are you asking dumb arse, of course I do" he replied laughing. Their meeting up again was never planned to head in that direction, fate definitely paid a part that afternoon. When Sampson returned to the commune after dark had fallen he quietly hitched up his caravan and was about to get in to drive away but Marlon grabbed his arm. Sampson turned to face a crying Marlon, he put a finger to Sampson's lip then kissed him good bye and made him promise to keep in touch. Sampson agreed and showed no emotion leaving a devastated Marlon standing there crying. Sampson drove the directions Nick had given him and he parked the caravan at the back of the car dealership Nick now ran, there it would remain until he could sell it. Sampson collected all his belongings and the trinket box and drove behind Nick to his new home. He was going in head first without any indication of where this was taking him in life. A slight smile on his face parking up behind Nick's car, Sampson knew deep down he had been infatuated with this guy ever since their first meeting that day. He got out of his 4x4 looking at the house waiting for Nick, he remembered the first time on the doorstep where Nick had flirted and propositioned Sampson so blatantly and how he had agreed without a second thought. Tonight though he was entering this house as sort of Nick's boyfriend, it filled Sampson with an enormous amount of pride and happiness. He would never have to hide his feeling again and could live a life he had secretly wanted. Sampson kept in touch with Mike but no longer did he yearn for Mike's approval, he could clearly see the difference between a desire to be owned and a desire to be loved, Nick was who he loved without a doubt. The years ahead would change Sampson in so many ways, growing in confidence with Nick constantly by his side. Both of them never short of men vying to bed them, but their total commitment to each other never faltered or strayed. Sampson was a natural at fixing things and set up his own little handyman business with Nick's help and earning a very decent wage and profit. Marlon would often come and see Sampson every winter when the commune was back in Lyndhurst, he couldn't believe how much Sampson had changed having the stability of a job and lover. Sampson wold often laugh at his visits seeing that mischievous glint in Marlon's eyes whenever Nick was around. Two weeks after moving in Sampson finished showering and walked in to the bedroom where Nick laid sprawled out naked, Sampson climbed in to bed next to him then rolled on top in between his legs, Nick giggled and lifted his legs up wrapping them around Sampson's body, 'My green eyed man' he said softly between Sampson kissing him. Sampson grinned and ran his tongue seductively along Nick's neck and face 'Completely yours' he said softly feeling Nick's body react and wriggle the deeper his cock pushed inside his lover.

For my first couple years of being sexually active i fucked safe because i was young (in my late teens) i assumed it was normal. My first barebacking experience was when i had just turned 20, it was a random hookup with a much older guy. At that point i had never been with a guy a few years older than me. I met him in a bar, it was late and my friends had left to go home but i wanted to continue drinking. While i was at the bar ordering a drink a 45ish year old guy stepped to my side and offered to buy me that drink. We sat down at the table and he mentioned he noticed my friends had left, we joked about them being soft for not partying more etc. He mentioned he was meeting another guy at the bar but he didn't show up and asked if i was in the mood for more drinks and some fun at his house. I was having a great night out, i was fairly drunk and still buzzing so thought why not.. We caught a taxi to his house, when we walked in he grabbed me a beer, handed it to me and kissed me on my cheek. I looked at him and kissed him back. We undressed while kissing and i looked down at a perfect thick shaven cock. I dropped to my knees and started to suck. His cock sprung out to around 8" fully erect. We walked into the bedroom and he asked me to get onto my hands & knees exposing my hole. He tongue fucked me and rimmed my hole for a decent amount of time. I was so glad i cleaned myself before heading out just incase i got lucky. 😂 He asked would i like to fuck raw or with a rubber and i replied "rubber please." He put a rubber on, lubbed my hole more and started to push in. It was like taking a my dildo being so thick. After a short time he managed to be balls deep. He lay ontop of me and asked if have i ever taken a raw cock in my ass. I said no i hadn't. I got the impression he got excited by that comment because he just lay on top of me without moving and started talking & whispering in my ear. "You should try bare, it feels amazing, nothing like what a rubber feels like." "Its much more enjoyable and intimate" "You can feel the veins of my thick cock against your insides" "Its very natural to fuck raw, alot hotter too" "Think of the passion we will have in this beautiful moment" He said all of this while he basically had me pinned down, i was caught off guard with his words, he said it like a professional and knew how to get me excited. He withdrew from my hole, slipped the condom off and said let me slide in once raw, if you dont like it i'll put a condom back on. I was still abit stunned but very aroused at the same time, i didnt say anthing and all of a sudden i felt the head of his cock slide in. Straight away he asked me how does it feel which i replied "amazing" he thrusted in & out then back in and stopped then whispered in my ear "let me know if you want me to stop or pull out, it feels fantastic doesn't it. I just nodded my head as he started to thrust in & out again more frequently. He flipped me onto my back put my legs over his shoulders and picked up the pace. Finally he kissed me as i felt his cock throb, i knew he was cumming in me. He withdrew again and i felt his cum run out my hole. He kissed me again and said i hoped i enjoyed it. Well to this day i have NEVER touched a rubber again.

Yes, I was in San Diego and I was staying at hotel that was paid for the week anyway. The establishment had several homeless men and the usual that crawled out of hidden spots. Anyway, their was this one guy that was kind of dirty but not filthy if you know what I mean. He wore these grey sweats and I would walk by his tent some nights. What caught my eye is his body, and the occasional bulge that he had in those sweats. Fast forward to the middle of the week. I am passing by and happened to have a few beers heading to the hotel. He of course hits me up for one and I strike up a conversation. He tells me that he’s not into men. But that he does get his dick sucked on occasion when he needs some cash for crank. Anyway, I invite him up to my room to hangout. He declined! But ask me if I would like to hang in his tent and smoke and chill. We hang for a spell and once in the tent I step my game up because his dick is obviously very hard. So eventually he’s fucked up on his favors and I partake a little. And I get him to finally show me that pipe. And he didn’t disappoint. This man had a beautiful cock with a big fat head on it. A solid fat 8 inches! So we both end of jacking for about 30 minutes. His tent was secluded with this fence area that was back from the street. It got dark and I was feeling good. He was Good looking, big dick, nice nipples, hot body, sweaty but actually not stinky. So we watch some straight porn on my phone in the tent. I am telling him how I like to get fucked in the ass. He ask me do I have a condom. I say no, but I can get one. Fast forward, I end up laying on the floor in the tent with my ass propped up. He then after much hesitation. Ask me if he can cum on my ass. I say sure ! So he starts to Jack off with the intention of cuming on my ass. It was dark and we were mess up. Out of nowhere he takes off his sweaty boxers briefs and puts them in my face hard. Then forcibly pushes his big fat head white dick in my black ass. It hurts like hell at first but then he puts some coconut oil that he had in a jar on his throbbing cock. And he fucked me like a pig in heat. He was a angry nasty fucker. He was balls deep in my hole for the next hour. He fuck me so hard that I thought I was bleeding. My ass was sore and full of cum when I left his tent that night. It was so hot being in a dirty tent, getting my ass plowed raw. I get wet when I think of smelling the crotch of his briefs in my face while he slid that big dick in and out of me. I didn’t care about anything at that moment except pleasure. And he came twice in me . I just think of his sexy nipples while he was pounding my ass like a pussy. Good is dick is good once it’s inside your hole. No walk of shame here.

On more than one occasion I've leaked cum while working a flight. I know I'm going to have to "empty out" at the hotel prior to pickup. But sometimes not quite all of it is released. Luckily it's never been a huge amount of cum, and I've been able to clean up in the bathroom pretty well. If I smelled like cum, no one seemed to notice...damn it.

Chapter 4. I had run all the way to the hotel from the sauna. Even though I had spent time showering, I wasn’t exactly feeling fresh, and I knew I was still leaking seed from my freshly-bred hole. I couldn’t remembered the last time I had cum so much, or taken so much cum, in one afternoon. Seeing my two closest coworkers chumming with the burly top made my cock stir. He nodded at me and openly groped his crotch. His tight slacks couldn’t hide his juicy uncut cock snaking down his left thigh. He kept brushing his hand across his cock while staring at me. My boss, Sam noticed and cleared his throat, then introduced me, joking, ‘It seems like you two may have already met…’ My jaw dropped, embarrassed at what he was implying, and knowing he was right. My cock sprung fully back to life, straining against my trousers. My other colleague, Bryan, realized that there was tension in the air and suggested we head to dinner. I asked if they minded waiting a few more minutes for me to change and freshen up. I wanted to rinse off, and to call my boyfriend to tell him how my time at the sauna had gone. The burly top nodded his assent and then followed me to the elevator. He looked over his shoulder at Bryan and Sam and said we would be right back. My coworkers seemed shocked, as if they knew he was going to follow me upstairs and breed me, again. As soon as the elevator doors closed, his paws were down the back of my pants fingering my dripping hole. He had a wet spot of precum on his trouser leg by the time we were close to my room. I fumbled with the keycard and opened the door. He stood there with his hands on his hips smiling at me. I shucked off my clothes and was half-mortified, half-thrilled to realize there was a giant wet crack in my pants. Sam and Bryan must have noticed as I walked away from them. They must have known I spent the afternoon taking loads… The burly top, whose name I still didn’t know, bent me over the bed and ate out my sloppy hole. His bristly blond mustache felt so good on my used puffy ass. I reached for my phone with one hand and video-called my boyfriend. In the screen, I could see my boy on his chest, with a blurry torso moving back and forth. He was taking cock, almost certainly raw, while I was leaking fresh seed into this hunk’s mouth. He grunted and smiled, ‘I see you’re having a good time. You taking loads?’ I nodded. The hunk laid on top of me as he fished out his hefty uncut cock from the fly of his pants, and slid it effortlessly into me. I moaned and nodded an affirmative. The hunk took the phone from me, leaving it on, and put it on the bedside table. In a thick continental accent, he growled, ‘It’s dangerous to fuck raw. You might catch something…’ My boy sounded delighted as whoever was fucking him started cursing in Spanish. I knew what ‘cholo’ and ‘puta’ meant… My hunk fired off his second load into me and pulled off. He signaled to the bathroom for me to shower and then started making smallt alk with my boyfriend as he took that dick. I rinsed off as quickly as I could and tried to force out as much of his toxic cum as possible. I realized that I still had on my yellow bracelet, and decided to leave it on. I hurriedly got dressed and saw the hunk sitting on my bed looking at my phone. ‘I watched your boyfriend get bred… He’s taking a new cock now, probably toxic… Nice that you both take loads…’ He grinned at me as I finished getting dressed. We got back to the lobby together and I saw Sam and Bryan chatting at the dimly-lit lobby bar. I saw Sam gently stroking Bryan’s hand, like they were flirting. I realized that the only thing that made me even notice the discreet gesture was that Sam was wearing a yellow bracelet that matched mine. The blond hunk saw it too and chuckled. ‘Your office must be full of sluts,’ he whispered. Silently, he walked up behind Sam and aligned his crotch against Sam’s ass. Sam melted into him and Bryan winked at me. I knew it was going to be an interesting night… To be continued…

Chapter 2. My new friends made out in the shower as I wrapped the towel around my waist, barely hiding my hard sticky cock pressing against my thigh. I headed out of the locker room and down the hall. There were a few booths with some guys relaxing on narrow thin mattresses, some smiled at me as I passed, and some were already busy either fucking or getting fucked. I stopped for a few moments to watch a muscle stud fill up a skinny dark-skinned bottom wearing a yellow bracelet. He held that guy’s hips in place as he pounded into him, only stopping after he came hard and then worked that load in pretty deep. He slowly pulled out, slapped the bottom’s ass and walked away, brushing past me in the narrow hallway. The bottom worked the fresh load out of his ass with his fingers, and held eye contact with me as he licked them clean. I nodded and moved on. I went into a dry sauna, took off my towel, spread it out on the wooden bench, sat down, spread my legs and played with my cummy ass. I leaned back and closed my eyes, working my fingers in and out of my hole. I hadn’t necessarily planned on giving and taking loads, but within ten minutes of taking my clothes off, I’d done just that. Not to mention I had taken a POZ load. My thoughts were interrupted as the door to the sauna creaked open. A tall burly man, with a shaved head and a furry blond chest came in, clutching his towel. The towel wrapped around me just fine, but on this man, it barely made it around him. He nodded at me, and grinned, opening his towel and scratching his big furry nuts. He sat down next to me on the bench and spread his legs wide. I nodded at him, taking in his muscular chest and abs, going down to a sizeable uncut cock. He smiled and scooched over to me until his knee touched mine. He looked at my hand, then at his cock, inviting me to touch it. I reached over and wrapped my hand around him. Even soft, my fingers barely touched as they grasped the root of his cock. I hefted his fuzzy blond balls a bit as he leaned back and moaned. His cock steadily grew in girth and length. He reached over, with his head still back, not looking at me, and groped for my hole. When his fingertips found my ass, he smeared some of the toxic top’s seed around and brought it to his mouth. With his eyes still closed, he tasted that POZ cum and smirked, knowing that I was taking loads. It was sweltering hot in that sauna, and both of us were pouring sweat. He stood up and gestured to the door. I grabbed my towel and followed him. This hulk led me down the hall to whirlpool, stark naked with his gigantic cock bouncing the whole way. Only then did I notice the small dark blue scorpion tattoo on the small of his back. I was pretty sure that meant he was POZ. He sat on the edge and I sat beside him. He smirked at me, spread his legs, and gestured to his cock, harder than ever, with a pearl of fresh precum at the head. I crouched before him in the water and swallowed his cock, well, as much of it as I could. He hadn’t spoken a word to me and just groaned as I tried my best to get my mouth all the way around his monster cock. He leaned forward and started working his fingers into my ass. I squirmed, still only lubed with that first POZ load. The hulk spun me around, and I realized that there were three guys in the hot tub jerking each other off. One stood up and walked through the water to me, shaking his cock in my face. I opened my mouth to let him know I was willing to blow him. As I started lapping at his uncut cock, the hulk spit on my hole and started lapping at it. He chuckled and muttered the only word he would to me, "Sau…." I’m pretty sure he called me a pig. Meanwhile the guy in my mouth held my head still and pounded my throat. He put his hand on my forehead forcing my eyes up at him. He spat right in my face and his friends cheered him on. He shoved his cock in as far as it would go and held it there. I thought he wanted to shoot down my throat, but he just stayed there, flexing his cock. The hunk stood up and slammed his thick bare cock into me. I gagged on the cock in my mouth, gasping for breath through my nostrils. The hulk pounded my ass as I did my best to keep from passing out. I could feel the cock in my throat flex as its owner nodded to the hulk bare-fucking me. At the same time, I felt cum pelting the back of my throat and a warm wetness in my ass. Two loads of POZ cum in my hole, and one unknown down my gullet. The other two guys stood up and patted their friend on the back. The hulk pulled out, nodded to me, and walked away. The other two guys in the hot tub replaced the sudden emptiness in my mouth and ass, and switched places after a few minutes. I savored the mixed taste of fresh seed and ass juice when they changed places. They took turns using my holes until the first one finished in my ass. He pulled out and had me clean off his cock, while his friend bred me. I shot a load into the water beneath me without even touching myself. As they walked away, one said to the other, in a voice meant for me to overhear in English, "He’s brave to take all of our POZ loads. Do you think he’s already POZ?" "Brave... or stupid," his buddy replied, looking over his shoulder, adding "besides, if he wasn’t he will be soon." Four POZ loads in my ass, and I had cum three times. My knees quaked as my cock sprung back to life. To be continued…

It all started on my 22nd birthday, I had just broken up with my boyfriend after finding out he was seeing someone else on the side and put up a post on Adam and I started getting hits. My boy friend and I had fucked a few times bare when we were drunk but generally always used condoms; I put up a safe only post and showed my hot ass and body. I am lean and have a bubble butt that my bf loved! Standing all of 5’9 weighing 150 with a 28” waist I carried my weight in my ass I started to get lots of hits, and a few were tempting but in looking at their profiles most were either poz, undetectable or no answer. I did not respond to them but did run across a hot profile from a guy who post he was bi, just loved ass and had a gf. His file said he was neg and hung 9.5 with the most beautiful dick. I could not help myself, I had to hit him up. There was no response for about an hour and then he hit me back. He told me what a beautiful ass I had and thanked me for hitting him up. He never asked to fuck me or anything. I sent him another email and asked if he was looking and he responded with we are not looking for the same thing, I do not think you are into what I am. I hesitated and thought maybe he wanted to get fucked again and asked him straight out if he was looking to get fucked also? His response was fuck no, I am bi and have a gf and just love some hot boy pussy on the side. I just want a hole to fuck and unload in. I closed the email after reading it and thought, no you can not do that. I had to look at his pics a few more time and then emailed him back and said I normally only fuck with condoms, I have only ever barebacked with my ex-boyfriend, but I would take your big dick bare. I am waiting for what seemed like forever and then he finally emailed me and said that is good to know. Probably still more than you want to get into and all. I have some other straight and bi buds and we are looking for a regular bottom. We had a hot little bottom who serviced us, but he moved last month, and I have been looking for a new boy to take his place. Do not get me wrong you would be perfect, but it may be more then you are looking for. We just want a hot hole to use on the side. I read the email a few times and, in my head, I said no, this Is way too much and finally writing him back and said I would try it with him and if all went well, we could talk about his buddies. No response for thirty minutes and I knew he opened it. I followed up and said okay, I want to do it. How does it work? Five minutes later he emailed me and said the guy are only into anonymous, we do not want to marry you just want that hot pussy on our big dicks. We want to find you ass up and blindfolded and ready and we will lube you up and slide in and fuck you till we nut and leave. No talking unless spoken to and you will be nothing more than a hot ass for some big dick. Okay, lets do condoms okay, I emailed back. Right away he emailed me and said never mind boy, I told you, it was not for you. I emailed him back and told him I would be ready in 20 min and sent my address and that I will take it bare and be ass up on sofa in the living room, blindfolded. He emailed back and told me I was a good boy, that I liked hearing, and that when his buddy arrived, he would knock and wait five sec and head in, and I should be ready. I asked if he were coming and he told me no, he only liked wet cummy hole and that a few buddies would use me first. I almost pulled the plug on the entire thing but really wanted his cock inside me and I emailed back okay. I was nervous as fuck and twenty minutes later he emailed and said get ready and I slipped the blindfold on and got into place on the sofa in my jock and then the knock at the door. Five seconds later the door opened, and I heard footsteps and then a hand on my ass. I almost jumped and the hand worked its way to my hole and felt my tight little hole as he unfastened his belt with the other hand, and I heard his pants drop. His hand withdrew and without a word I felt a tongue on my hole, and I was moaning as he ate my hole and tongue fucked it. I was loving it but still wondered if I should stop and cancel the entire thing, but it felt so fucking good I just let him French my hole as I moaned and then suddenly, he stopped and stood up and slapped his big dick on my hole. He grabbed some lube I had out and rubbed it on my hole and his dick and them slide slowly inside me as I lost my breath, fuck his dick was big. This guy who I had never seen was sliding his bare cock inside me and I had not even asked what his tats where. He said nothing as he pressed deeper inside me and soon, he was balls deep and he let me catch my breath before he pulled almost all the way out and then slide back in and after the second bottoming out, he handed me a bottle, I knew they were poppers and I grabbed them and took several hits and then he started to slow fuck me as my hole relaxed. OMG is all I could think of as his big dick slide in and out of me, still saying nothing and then his pace picked up and I could not help but moan and beg him to fuck me. I could fee his tight body against mine when he leaned in and whispered in my ear. “You have a great fuck hole boy”. His first words and I then knew he was manly and had a bit of an accent. He fucked me for ten more minutes and shot his load in me while he said take my nut boy. He then pulled out and came around and made me clean off his dick before he pulled away and started to zip up while he said, stay blindfolded till I leave boy. I said okay and I heard him walk toward the door and then it open and close. I slid off the blindfold and felt me hole. It was open and cummy and I could not help it but to slide my finger inside and then taste more of his load. I got up and went back to the computer and as I was getting ready to email my new friend, he sent me one. His email read. Congrats boy, one of the pickiest tops in our group has just passed you as our new bottom. There are a few more that need to agree but my bud who just left said he would need you tomorrow at the same time. We can talk about that later but for now you have another top on the way and he will be there in five minutes. Make sure you are ready, and you can leave the cum in you boy. Fuck I thought, another, my hole was a little sore from his thick dick. He wanted me again, Hot! I might be good with just him. I started to type that I could not do another but before I could send it there was a knock on the door. I rushed to get in place and put my blindfold on. I made it just in time, I heard the door open and close and then a hand on my ass and hole just like before, he slides his long finger inside me and then another. He broke the silence and told me what a hot cummy hole I had. Love that you have a lot inside you. He then handed me poppers and told me to hit it, I did, and he finger fucked me and slide another finger inside me and my hole opened for him. He twisted his fingers around inside me and I had never thought about how hot it would be to take a fist but suddenly, I was hot for it. I just moaned as he played with my hole and he spoke. “I see you like ass play, fuck you are going to a lot of fun.” He made me moan with his fingers for another two to three minutes and then he pulled out and told me to hit the poppers again and then I felt it. I huge dick at my hole and he pressed forward and the hand that had been in my ass came around and covered my mouth as he pressed that thick fat cock inside me and I whimpered and asked him to pull out and he said he could not hear me as he pressed deeper and It hurt like fuck, I tried to pull forward but he held me with his other hand and finally my ass gave away to his thick dick and he was all way inside me. I was not sure I could breathe it

I certainly don't. Pissing in a faggot's face and making him swallow piss should be standard practice.

Thank you! Underaged stuff really has no place here.

I gave up online dating years ago. Firstly I'm passed being God's Gift to anyone and secondly (like most on here), know what I want sexually and don't apologise. So my online persona triggered a lot of projection which happens in tandem with some one handed messaging. Used to have current pics etc, but hook ups could go a bit awry, and thats not even counting the times they didn't match their profile. There was a lot of energy that resulted in very little. Much prefer to meet in venues for realtime meets, because more often than not who you fancy is outside your prescribed list, and in a naked club you aint lying about your dick size or build, so if guys fancy you, it's because of what they see right in front of them. Plus, vibes are more easily read. I might get less sex, comparitively, but what I do is fun and with a surprising range of guys. Some of them become friends too.

I don't find it hardcore, but that's a personal preference. I remember back in uni, I received some "safer sex" literature that was handed out to our campus' LGBT organisation (this was back in the mid-90's). One page in the pamphlet had a list of "do's" and "don'ts", and it warned against the exchange of fluids inside your partner. Cum was obviously listed, but then it also mentioned piss...that was my first indication that that was a "thing" sexually. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I always knew I was into piss play, but reading this jogged my curiosity. I couldn't say the same for the others in the group, though, as there was some pearl-clutching going on. Over the years, I've found that watersports is one of those either/or fetishes. Ether a guy is really into it (count me in!) or is really put off by it. What was good about London, is that there was (and hopefully will again be) a club called S.O.P. held at Central Station on Sunday and Tuesday. Was good to go there and find other guys who were obviously into the fetish...I have some fantastic memories of going there.

Fuck. This story is so hot. I can’t believe I hadn’t read it before!

I've never felched, nor been felched; I'd be delighted to try it some time. Probably to get felched would be better to start with. I do get rimmed often enough, it seems. I have a great FWB, and he is in profound lust with my ass. After a sufficient volume of clouds has been created, he often has me get on all fours, while he positions himself on his all fours right behind me, and first, it's his fingers that begin stroking my now throbbing hole, and after just a very few minutes, something much broader, much softer, much wetter, and much warmer than the tenderest of his fingers is scouting its way, first, around the outside of my hole, and after he's adjudged my panting and moaning to have reached suitable levels, then to the inside of my hole itself. I find I cannot help it; in spite of myself, I feel my anal muscles pushing back, against not simply his tongue, but against the very air in the room. When we've planned adequately, my friend has carefully trimmed his beard and moustache, which I feel on those occasions tenderly - well, not so tenderly actually, driving my hole nuts as their stiff bristles scrape along the soft and tender skin of my orifice. As often as not, that's the point at which my shoulders collapse in runaway lust, and I fold my arms in front of me and rest my head where they cross while my friend continues his oral ministrations to my person. My thoughts become incoherent, all I do is moan and whimper, and all he does is eat and snicker. Lastly, the pointy tongue becomes the wide shovel, and my hole is being partially eaten in this latest onslaught. If I was moaning and whimpering before, I'm sometimes sobbing now, with lust and depraved enjoyment of what he is doing to me. At least a few times it becomes his object to see just how far inside me he can shove it, and when he does so, he maintains it there for at least a few seconds and wiggles it up and down, back and forth and around, and sometimes he just lets it lie there inside me where he's put it and enjoys my reacting to it so stridently, and every few moments, this low-pitched rumbling chuckle quietly spills forth from his mouth, softly vibrating my soft tissues.

I never used condoms, my first time was bareback. It was just normal not to use condoms but after awhile I became hungrier for raw cock and now it just feels like something I need

I love a good cunt, here's mine

I work at a retail job. Boring, tedious, but a night few days ago was decidedly different. I was working stocking freight when a young man came up to me, and mumbled something to me. I asked him to repeat himself as I didn't hear him. He came closer, pulled down his mask, and told me that I should meet him in the nearby bathroom and suck his cock. Being caught off guard, I didn't know what to say, other than to let him know that I didn't want to get caught and fired. He told me that he would go ahead and be in the bathroom in three minutes, and if I didnt show after five more, he would just go home. After he walked away, I debated on what to do, and decided that I would just go tell him that we should go do things in his car instead of a public bathroom at my job. I walked into the handicapped stall, and he was stroking a huge hard cock, and I couldn't help it. I was on my knees, taking his cock into my throat, gagging on his length, loving the slutty feel of being choked on such a long thick cock in a public bathroom. He was moaning as I worked his cock in and out of my mouth, sucking him and licking his shaft. He pulled out and asked me to bend over, drop my pants, and show him my ass. I dropped my pants and after rubbing his cock along my ass crack a few times, he found my hole and pushed his cock inside, pumping a little at a time, pulling out and pushing in deeper with each penetration until his balls were slapping my ass. We heard someone enter the bathroom, so he pulled out and sat on the toilet, stroking his cock and fingering my hole. After a few people came and went, we were alone again, and he said he was going to cum. He pushed his cock into my hole and a pump or two later he flooded my bowels with his hot load, and remained deep inside me for a minute or two until his cock slipped out and his cum started dripping into my underwear. I quickly pulled my underwear up and got dressed again. I told him to hit me up again sometime, but to try to find a less public place to breed me. I left the stall with a smile on my face and an ass full of cum.

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.

After getting seeded at the bar, I stopped at a store to buy some ciggys. I left my electronic key in the car, and when I returned the battery was apparently dead, and car wouldn't open. I went inside to call for road service, and waited outside. A hot guy wearing grey sweats went inside. I guess my stare at his package was way too obvious, and he said "you like what you see?" I said oh yeah, and he suggested we go around the back of the store so I could suck it. Roadside Assistance was a good 25 minutes away, so went for it! He started pre cumming pretty heavily when he asked if my ass could handle his cock. It was 9-10 and really thick. My lube was in locked car, but hey I was prelubed. When I told him I already had a load in he said perfect. Pounded me for a good 10 minutes, and filled my ass leaving me time for the Assistance to arrive.

Chapter 7 - Two Boys in Boston *Ding* Brian awoke to the text message tone of his phone. He looked at his alarm clock. “11:07am”. He had slept late, unsurprising after the night he just had. He looked at his phone to check the message. “How are you feeling baby boy? You snuck out on me last night.” It was from Adam. Lying in bed, Brian was still naked, covered in dry cum. As he swung his legs off the side of the bed to get up, he realized his ass was still feeling the effects of being invaded for the first time. It was sore; his whole body was sore really. He stood and reached down between his legs to find his hole, no longer virgin. He stuck his thin bony index finger inside himself and thought he could still feel Adam’s cum. He walked across his bedroom, opened his closet door, and looked at himself in the hanging mirror. His hair was more messed up than on a normal morning. He could barely make out the cum against the pale skin on his thinly defined chest. His soft cock hung off of his slim frame, just as it did before, but it felt different now, having been in another man’s mouth. He turned sideways to see his ass protrude from his thin frame, serving as a reminder what he had done the night before. Brian unlocked his phone and tried to figure out what he wanted to say to Adam. “Hey, yeah, I woke up and wasn’t sure what to do with myself so I came home.” He sent. He wrote out another. “I don’t know how I feel. Like I said last night, sexy but scared. I haven’t even graduated high school and now I’m poz.” “Well, I hope so Brian. Fingers crossed that I successfully infected you, but you’ll have to get tested to know for sure. Might not have.” Brian had just accepted that Adam was probably toxic enough to convert him. His thought process hadn’t yet gotten far enough to think that maybe he hadn’t. Even getting loaded up with toxic cum was no guarantee. As that dawned on him, in that moment, he felt relief. Maybe he just had a super hot hookup and lost his virginity, and he wouldn’t have to suffer the consequences. “I’ll let you know” he sent off to Adam. “Please do. And I hope I’ll be seeing you again, either way.” Brian let that message sit. ***** The next day, Sunday, Brian returned to Boston, but this time it was for accepted students day at Boston University, where he had decided to spend the next four years of his life. Brian was excited to go to school in the city. BU’s campus was smack dab in the middle of Beantown, a stone’s throw away from Fenway Park and everything else the city had to offer. He was quite nervous about it, having always been a quiet, reserved kid, but he was hoping that going to school here would help him break out of his shell a bit. It also didn’t hurt that he thought being in the city would be a boon to his burgeoning sex life. But an accepted students day was not an environment where Brian would typically thrive. Surrounded by kids his age that he didn’t know, his anxiety was close to bubbling over. For some reason, he always thought people he didn’t know were judging him, and even though he told himself he didn’t care, of course he did. He was hopeful he’d meet some people, but he had a hard time getting over his shyness, making it difficult to strike up conversation organically. At least, he thought, he wasn’t a virgin. He consciously knew that, of course, that did not matter, would not come up, and could not be seen by other people, but in case it did, he was feeling good to have checked that box. The morning started out in a large lecture hall, with some Dean or another welcoming everyone to campus and to the start of the next phase of their young lives. Brian had found his way there from the parking garage and sat down, not knowing what else to do, and was reading through the day’s schedule while waiting for it to start. When the speakers finished, the students sorted themselves by college, and Brian found the College of Arts & Science group, where his major was. As the group walked down the corridor towards a smaller lecture hall, Brian heard a familiar voice. “Hey Brian” He turned his head and saw Jake a few steps behind him, walking quickly as if he had been trying to catch up with him, a smile on his face that Brian knew well: relief to find someone he knew. “Oh, hey Jake. I didn’t know you were going to BU too.” “Yeah, I was going to go to USC, but then when I looked at how expensive plane tickets back and forth were, I decided maybe going to school so far away wasn’t as good an idea as I had planned.” He chuckled a bit, and Brian wondered if that was true, or if that was the story Jake had come up with to cover that he was afraid to go to school that far away. If it was the latter, Brian knew how he felt. “So, you in Arts & Sciences too?”, Jake continued as they walked down the hall. “Yeah, I think I’m going to do computer science, how about you?” Brian replied, trying really hard to keep his cool. It wasn’t abnormal for Jake to be talking to him, they had class together and were friendly enough. Still, they were here amidst a big crowd of future college students, but alone as the only ones who knew each other. Ever since Brian had begun to accept his sexuality, and his feelings about Jake, it had been harder to talk to him. He was afraid he was going to accidentally blurt something out that gave him away, or that he would find out that Jake was straight, an asshole, or otherwise unattainable. “Oh, cool, that makes sense for you. You always were wicked smaht”. Jake giggled at his cheesy attempt at an exaggerated Boston accent. “I’m international relations right now, but might do economics, I don’t know. It’s cool running in to you here, it’ll be good have a friend around.” Neither of them realized it, but they both blushed ever so slightly when Jake said that. Brian was thrilled to hear Jake refer to him as a friend and insinuate they’d be seeing more of each other, and Jake was worried he had been a bit too vulnerable with Brian. He didn’t know him well enough yet to be sure he wouldn’t be judged. The two boys spent the rest of the day together. With Jake around, it was easier for Brian to chat up some other new people, but neither of them ever broke away from the other. They decided to go to the same info sessions, walked around the activities fair together, and chatted about what dorms they wanted to live in. As they walked out of the housing session and sat down outside to figure out where they were supposed to go next, Jake was looking at his phone as he asked “Um, so, what would you think about being my roommate? I mean, I don’t know if you’re wanting to meet new people or whatever and I know we don’t know each other super well so no worries at all if you’re not interested but I just thought it might be cool.” He looked over at Brian quickly to see if he could sneak a peak at his reaction. Brian could sense the nerves in Jake’s rambling question. One of the benefits of being a quiet kid was he was skilled in empathy; plus he recognized those nerves in himself. He never expected to hear them from Jake, though, who always gave off such a confident air at school. Brian couldn’t be sure of what was provoking the nerves, but his heart fluttered at his suspicion, or maybe his hope, that Jake was nervous for the same reason Brian had been nervous all day. And now, he had a chance to share a room with his crush, which could be great, but could also be a disaster. “Umm…” Brian began to respond. “I won’t be offended if you don’t want to, I get it.” Jake rushed to interject. “No, no, I think that would be awesome!” Brian responded just as quickly, letting instinct reply after he began to sense Jake’s disappointment. Brian was beaming inside. He was beginning to really think that their day together had been more than coincidence and convenience; that it had indeed been filled with chemistry. If he had more confidence in himself, and if he wasn’t still in totally in the closet, he might have asked Jake out right then; that’s how sure he was that their interactions that day weren’t normal, and that they were was a spark between the two 18 year olds. His mood quickly soured, however, when the pair were sitting in the day’s final session, a mishmash of add-ons that were combined in to one. Campus security, ID cards, sexual health… Brian’s heart sunk, from the highest place it had ever been, deep down in to the pit of his stomach as the presenter talked about the health center’s resources and free, no-questions-asked STD tests. It was the first time all day that he had thought about what had otherwise consumed him that weekend. He was sure that, if he was poz, this was all ruined. As Jake and Brian walked together back to the parking garage, Brian barely spoke. Jake noticed the consternation on Brian’s face; their friendship already strengthened immeasurably over the course of just one day. As they got to Jake’s car, which was closer then Brian’s, Jake asked “Are you okay Brian? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Oh, yeah, sorry, I’m fine.” “You sure?” he asked as he opened the passenger door of his car and dropped all the swag he picked up that day on the backseat. Brian could see the genuine look of concern on Jake’s face. “Yes, yes, thanks” Brian smiled wide as his feelings for Jake took back control of his attention. “Hey, I’m really happy we ran in to each other. Thanks for keeping me company. I’m excited to be your roommate this fall.” “Me too Brian… Um, I’ll see you at school tomorrow, huh?” “Yeah, absolutely! I can’t wait!” Brian replied before he could catch himself. The sparks were flying now. Everything said had been innocuous, but it had all been said with just a little more emotion than would have been normal for two straight boys. They could both sense it, too. Jake decided in that moment to take a chance. He took Brian’s hand in his own, quickly leaned in, and kissed him. Brian was stunned, and Jake didn’t hold the kiss more than a few seconds, worried he had made a gigantic mistake. He pulled away and looked in terror at Brian’s face for a reaction. “Oh, I’m sorr…” he started to say. Brian recovered from his split-second paralysis and squeezed Jake’s hand an instant before he could pull it away. In one swift motion, he pulled Jake back towards him, moved his free hand to Jake’s neck, and connected for another kiss. This time it lasted a bit longer, as they made out with each other for a brief moment or two before disconnecting. Brian took a step back, caught his breath, and with wide eyes and a gigantic smile across his face, confessed “I’ve been wanting that for a long time”. “With me?” Jake asked lightly as his voice quivered, genuinely unsure if that’s what Brian meant. “Yes, with you.” “Cool” They both laughed at Jake’s Han Solo-esque response. A group of other students had come in the parking garage and were heading towards them, so Brian calmly let go of Jake’s hand. He wasn’t afraid of being caught with a boy (in fact, he craved that); he just didn’t want to cause a scene. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” asked Brian. “Can’t wait.” Brian turned and walked away down the row of parked cars, glancing back with a smile towards Jake, who was watching him leave before getting in his own car. When Brian finally got to the Jeep, he sat down in his drivers seat, put his head back, and took a big deep breath. He couldn’t help but give a little fist pump to himself; he had never felt so happy in his life. It was tempered slightly by the nagging concern of how the weekend’s pozzing adventure was going to affect his new relationship with Jake. But he put that aside for the moment and drove home happy, singing along with the radio at the top of his lungs.

Chapter 2 - Playing with Himself It didn’t take long after that first night of getting off on gay porn for Brian to fall down the rabbit hole. A mere two months later, as the last spring break of his high school career was fast approaching, Brian had already done things he never would have imagined, although to this point, only from the privacy of his bedroom. It started the same way it starts for so many gay teens as they start to figure things out. First it was looking at pictures of dicks, but not videos. Then he relented and found his way to gay side of Pornhub, and from there the cheshire cat just kept turning the page for him, site after site, dick after dick, boy after boy, fuck after fuck. Every night was another erotic session in his first floor bedroom, blessedly far away from the rest of his family sleeping upstairs. And yet, the feeling of liberation Brian was beginning to realize as his sexuality dawned on him was tempered by an emotion a little deeper down- that of being trapped. He was pretty sure most of his friends wouldn’t give a shit, his family would probably not even care that much either. Times were fast changing, and while his parents weren’t exactly enlightened, they never expressed any feelings of hatred or judgement towards gays. Nor did they ever caution their kids about being gay, and his mother had even let a “or boys” slip to Brian and his brother once when talking about their future girlfriends. That had been years ago, but Brian didn’t realize how vividly he remembered it until now. The person that paralyzed Brian the most was himself. Despite the fact that he was aching to run his hands across another boy’s abs, to taste cum and see if it was as salty as he imagined, to feel the pressure of a cock entering him, he still wasn’t sure he was gay. Or bi. Or was this a phase? Or was he just being rebellious? Or was this not attraction but jealousy? If Brian had looked just one layer past his nervous conscious, he would’ve realized what he already knew, but he wasn’t ready to go there yet. Now, this feeling isn’t unique. It happens to a lot of us in our coming out process. But many of us grapple with it either by starting to experiment with friends, subtly cozying up to the gay boy in class, desperately finding a girl to fuck to see if it changed anything, or just thinking it through until we figured it out. Brian’s path took a different road, one littered with more risky decisions. Simply watching porn gave way to chat rooms, and soon more. Brian was beginning to realize he was particularly attracted to two rather different types of men: young twinks like himself, but also something that would be a little harder to explain to mom and dad: older men. He blew a whole lot of loads thinking about his friend Jake or whatever sexy boy he found on TikTok. But he also began chatting with daddies online. At first, just casually, not letting it get that far. It wasn’t long before he was role playing and asking to be owned. The phone sex was the next step, and it came quickly. Then, he was snapping pics of himself and sending them when asked. Finally, the webcam became his best friend. He was lying in bed at night with old kinky men marveling at his teenage body as they egged him on to blow his big load for them. And then he’d shut his laptop, returning to reality. Through all of this, he began to realize something interesting: the guys he let see him kept drooling over him. Again, Brian didn’t think he was hot. He was a small, skinny, nerd with floppy brown hair, scrawny arms and legs, and the pale white skin of someone who spends way more time studying then playing sports. But these guys, they kept telling him he was amazing. Skinny became lean, scrawny became toned, floppy became cute. He never chatted with anyone who told him he wasn’t hot enough to fuck. After enough of that attention, he finally began to buy it. He was actually starting to turn himself on. He noticed that, yeah, he was really in shape. He did actually have muscles in his arms. They weren’t those of a linebacker, but they had some definition. He realized his legs weren’t chicken-thin, he had been a runner for a long time and it showed. He didn’t think he was Adonis, but he doing something he never had before: looking in the mirror and thinking “damn, I look good today”. It didn’t take long for the attention and the confidence he was getting for what was plainly visible about him to encourage him to show off what was inside the blue boxer shorts he wore every day. And, what do you know? The guys loved it. He didn’t have much frame of reference before, as he didn’t spend much time in the locker room, but he was stoked to realize he was kind of hung. As he showed it to them, men constantly complimented him on his 7.5 inch cut cock. At first, he would even brush the guys off; they were just trying to turn him on. But eventually they convinced him that no, he did in fact have a big dick. It wasn’t huge, but for a 5’7” 120lb guy, it was impressive. And then there was his ass, which wasn’t really something he ever thought about before. Again, the years of cross country and tennis paid off, and even though he felt really weird doing it, showing the men his smooth asshole was winning rave reviews as the horny fuckers he chatted with explained just how they would pound that twink hole. As his confidence, and his lustfulness, grew, so too did the aching need to actually have sex. He wasn’t sure if he was a top or bottom, but he knew he needed to try something. He needed to feel another man’s cock in his hand. He needed to know what it tasted like. He needed to experience what it was like for one man to be inside another. He needed to confirm to himself something that he already knew: he was gay. But, he was still too scared to do anything that might out himself before he was ready. He shied away from the gay boys in his school, and resisted the urge to download Tinder or Grindr. It was too public for him. But finally, he caught sight of a screename in the chat room he’d been visiting that caused his heart to sink into his stomach and then blast back out again into a nervous burst of excitement: 52 m Boston. This was it. Someone close. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he tried from hurriedly clicking on this guy, opening a chat, and writing “Hey man. 18 here, also from Massachusetts. How’s it going?”

Part 7 I text the boy when I got home and told him to meet me at the corner at 4:50 and I went on the site where my ad was posted and put up an ad for him. Young bottom neg prep free who wants to suck dick and ride it at the bookstore. Will be there tonight and need some big dick to service. I posted the bottom would be there at 5 PM and gave the address and pic of the front and his stats with a couple ass shots took a nap. When I got up it was 4:30 and I headed to the bookstore, got there early and cruised through I saw some older rough looking guys and two younger guys with tats also walking the halls and I wen to the corner and collected Daniel my little bottom boy and we walked into the back and ducked into a both, this time with two holes and I told him to get on his knees and suck my dick which he did. While he was pulled it out from my underwear I dick fed through the hole. I could see the guys boots and it looked like these 50 plus older guys with a thicker body, one of rough looking guy who looked like he was poz. Sunken face and thick belly and abs but still lean. I guided the boy’s head to the dick, and he sucked on that big dick that grew thick. I brought lube and poppers and I lubed up his hole and fingered him as I heard the other door open and close and one of the young dudes was there. He slides his dick through and long uncut not over thick. I grab it and suck it while I lube up the boy’s hole and guide his ass, so his little hole meets that uncut dick and it slowly slides in the boy. The young guy pounds the wall and five minutes later shoots his load in the kid. The guy slips a piece of paper through, it had his number and VL203,000. I was not sure what that meant but put in my pocket and knew he would be a good fuck later. Meanwhile another older guy comes in and slides his dick through and I turn the boy around and have him suck the new dick while I lubed up that big thick man dick and backed up the boy while I fed him some poppers. He yelped as the dick was thick and the older guy slow fucked him till he opened and then ten slams and he shot his load inside the boy. This went on for a little over an hour with guy breeding him and he soon had 10 loads and of the guys who shot six had passed me their numbers and what I found out was their Viral Load count. One guy had 856,000. Big fat dick on him too. We made out and then I walked him out and called an uber for him. He lived about ten blocks away and I wanted him to get home. He texts me on the way and told me how hot it was and hoped we could do it again. I winked at him via text and told him for sure! I went back in the bookstore and found a young dude walking the halls and followed him till he picked a booth with a glory hole. I put my fingers through, and he put his cock through, and I sucked his dick then he got up and I knew he wanted my dick, so I put it through, and he sucked my dick and then backed onto it and I fucked him till I came inside him. Fuck that felt amazing I thought as I pulled out and left.

Once had a bf that told me the first day we met he wanted a bf that always had his cum in him. I thought it was a hot fantasy. We dated and as things got serious he made it clear he expected to fuck me daily a few times and always have cum in my hole. It took some getting used to not always being "prepped" and getting fucked literally when he wanted. There were often moments that could have been embarrassing but luckily nothing outrageous. He wasn't hung but he could cum 3-8 times a day. Riding with him and him pulling over somewhere to "get into position" if I didn't react quickly enough so he could unload was hot and sometimes inconvenient. We kissed, he was romantic and nice, but rarely touched my dick and just with his hand. I was his receptacle and he said so. If I leaked he'd just smirk and tell me he has more. Fuck, wish he was still here.

I've always engaged in selective breeding and often took loads from guys in 1-on-1 settings but used condoms in group mainly because of the risk of picking up something I didn't want. Then, on one visit to a bathhouse I didn't have a condom handy and one guy turned into 8 guys in row and the high of having so many men slide their hard cocks into me and breed me naturally and use the cum of the guys before as lube while the nut juice dripped down my thighs and nut sack and made my legs so slick my beefy thighs would glide past each other when i woldl walk ...well, i was hooked and never went back. The feel of a bare cock in me is natural and animal and the instinct for more of it never rests.

Another great and hot story thx!!