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It really wasn't a question as he stepped right on board and the boat rocked to announce his arrival. I had hardly pulled out of the Marina attendant I had just finished breeding and this new guy was already looking through the hatch with a view of my bare ass. I'm an exhibitionist so was not the least bit flustered to turn full frontal and invite him in. The first guy, who turned out to be an employee of the new arrival was mortified. He dove to cover his privates with the first piece of clothing he could grab. My shirt. The big hairy bear turned out to be the harbour master. When the redhead had mentioned I was at my boat the harbour master decided to bring the last of the paperwork for my signature. He seemed totally unfazed by the scene he had walked into. I signed and initialed everything. Being quite partial to big hairy bears I asked if he'd like to join in the fun. "Hu? I wonder?" He said. "Wife won't do blow jobs and I hear you gay guys are great at them. Maybe I'll give that a try." He was already opening his fly. I invited him to sit and he fished out a large thick veiny cock. When I bent to take it in my mouth I felt the other guy finger my hole. I asked the harbour master if he minded if we continued and he just said; "sure, carry on. " The guy in backs idea of carrying on was to plunge into me balls deep. I went back to work with my mouth. The bear's cock had grown to eleven inches and was thicker than a pop can. It was more than a mouthful. I couldn't fit much more than it's huge head in my mouth. His moans made it clear I was doing a good enough job. Meanwhile I was enjoying a good pounding from the rear. The bear curious of the wet sounds from the fuck reached back and fingered my ass ring stretched around the other guys pistonning dick. "Fuck man! You are pretty wet back there. Is that lube or cum?" The other guy spoke; "Cum sir. He's got a few loads in there." "Damn! I've never fucked a guy before. Mind if I take a turn?" The other guy had already pulled out before I had time to say; "I'd be disappointed if you didn't. Just one thing. You're substantial, so please take it slow. " The bear stripped as I bent over the bunk. My sloppy ass resisted his entry. The harder he pushed the more determined I grew. I took deep breaths, relaxed my ass and pushed back equal to his force. This turned out not the wisest approach. When he popped through my ring he plunged in about six inches. I'd been fucked by bigger, but not often. They had never entered so fast. I thought I'd pass out from the pain. I placed my hand on his fur covered belly to indicate I needed some time. The other guy then moved in to eat out his boss's ass. From the bear's immediate reaction this was another first. The distraction kept him busy and gave my ass time to adjust. With my encouragement he slowly began working in and out of me gaining depth with each in stroke. I was now finding the pain exquisite. The other guy stood wrapping his arms around the bear. His fingers played with the bear's nipples. The bear was moaning from sex heaven. Having bottomed out in me he picked up the pace and said; "Fuck, this feels amazing. I had no idea. You know what? In for a penny in for a pound. You may as well slide that thing poking at my hole in. ... Wait. Do either of you guys have a condom? ... No? Shit! ... Fuck it. Fuck me. Just shove on in." The look of pain on his face was massive. In spite of that he encouraged; "I'm okay, don't stop" and very soon; "Fuckin God, Jesus Christ that feels fantastic!" The three of us got quite a groove on for the next five minutes. The harbour master spoke to the guy fucking him; "You gotta try taking it up the ass man. Let me fuck you for a little. You wanna give it a try?" The guy behind pulled out, turned and bent over. The harbour master pulled out of me turned and asked; "You sure you're okay without a condom.?" "Yeah, I uh, I think so sir." As the bear's cock began to enter he said; "You think so! You already have a load in here don't yah?" "Um. Uh ...Yes sir. " As he finished pushing in I stood, entered the bear's big hairy ass and waisted no time pounding at full throttle. It was not long before I was gifting the bear with his first ever load. He immediately turned and confronted me; "You fuckin faggot! You just came in my ass didn't you? God damn, I didn't want it to go that far." "You said in for a penny." "Fuck. Maybe so but I didn't want you to cum in me. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" "Why don't you punish me with your fuckin huge cock? Tear up my ass and fill me with your baby makers." "I'll punish you alright. " With no mercy he drove his big thick cock up my ass and pounded like a pile driver. I couldn't conceal the pain with my face. But it was the kind of pain I love. Before long he drove in deeper than ever and started to convulse. One, two, three ... eight massive convulsions before they reduced to full body shudders. That's when the other guy moved in on the bear's ass with his mouth. More shudders ensued. "Holly fuckin Mother of God! I have never exploded like that in all my days. " When the bear pulled away the other guys mouth went directly to my ass. I couldn't tell if he was pushing cum in or sucking cum out. Probably a combination of both and it felt great. With no words he stood, entered me and was blasting the fourth load of the day into my grateful guts. I was happy to spend the rest of the afternoon sitting on the deck in my skimpy speedo soaking up the sun. I kept replaying what had just happened as all their precious man fluids marinated and soaked into me. This was a fantastic start to a fuckin great sailing season.

I got hit up on Grindr by the young guy (21) who I had fooled around with in my office after work without either of us coming. He lives a little way out of town, and he had just gotten off work and was hoping to play before driving home. He offered me head; I told him I wasn't really ready for anything else since I hadn't showered yet today. He said that was cool, and he was at my house in less than 10 minutes. We got naked and onto the bed. He sucked me good and working my nipples which totally does it for me. He kept brushing a finger across my hole. Then he started maneuvering so his cock was brushing against my hole. I knew this game well enough, so I reminded him I had not cleaned out but gave him permission to go for it. We tried a couple of positions before settling on me on my belly and him on top. His cock is about 6.5" but nicely thick, and he has a barbell piercing on the underside. He was driving into me pretty good, and I was totally into it. After a few minutes he said, "I can cum on command. You just tell me when you are ready." I let him go a good while. It felt good, and I was getting off on testing his control. I finally told him to cum in me. He moaned and sped up and pumped me full of his load. He still lives with family, so he had to bolt pretty quickly. He was really a decent fuck, and that piercing felt really good. I hope we do it again soon.

I think I might have met my perfect bottom. Got hit up on BBRT by a guy from Florida (I’m in New York). Says he’s over 1,000 miles away. We start chatting. Boy is super cute. 26 (I’m 36), Cuban, a little shy looking, 5’6” or so, twink build but with some muscle definition. Sucks he’s so far away, I thought. Turns out he’s a flight attendant and was flying to New York that night for a two day layover. He wanted to meet me, so I made plans to go to his hotel at night. When I went, we clicked right away. So much more than a typical hook up. Up in his hotel room, after a little conversation, we got down to it. His hole tasted so good while he was deepthroating my cock. When he turned around and sat on it, we both went to heaven. Perfect hole. Not too tight, not too loose, has that shallow second hole that just opens right up and sucks my cock in like warm satin. I fucked him in every position possible. Made slow deep love to him... also fucked him so hard and fast, with so much intensity... and everything in between. We were in pure ecstasy, fucking for hours in every position you could imagine. He was light enough that I was able to pick him up and bounce him on my cock while kissing him. In our final position, I had him on his back. I was fucking him slowly but deeply. His eyes rolled back in his head and he was moaning loudly. I was balls deep and the top half of my cock was slowly gyrating in his second hole. It was pure heaven. I would have fucked him all night if I still had that stamina, but I figured three and a half hours was good enough. Opening him up deep finally got me, I felt my load coming and I knew it was going to be huge. When I came, I pulled his hips against me as hard as I could and unleashed one of the biggest loads I’ve ever shot deep inside him. He was so turned on, he came at the same time without even touching his cock. It was incredible. Sadly I won’t get to see him regularly, but he will be back. I can’t wait to see him again... we got plans to go out too. Man I wish he were closer, I would boyfriend him up in a minute.

My husband caught me rubbing my semi through my pants last night while I was reading all you studs hot posts on here. He asked me what I was doing, I told him, and he promptly slid his hole over my raw cock to milk the load out of me. I know it gets him all horned and in a slutty mood when he sees me being the pig that I am. What a good slut of a husband. I might reward him today by looking for some strangers to knock him up raw.

I swear to God it's something about latin bottoms. Just invited this Latino bottom to my place for some fun. I was horny and just got off work and can't seem to calm down my hard on. It kept bothering me all day. This bottom I just bred took my soul along with my seed. It was one point in the encounter where I was in some kind of zone just pounding to oblivion. When I stopped to regroup he started panting and grunting. At that moment we were both animals at our most primal nature. Nothing mattered, I couldn't think, there was no thoughts just pure lust. I split his cheeks open and shot so deep inside him. Fuck that was a memory. Some bottoms just be that special one. I can finally sleep now.

Chapter 11 - The Aftermath The drive home from Jasper’s was surreal, and it felt like it took forever. Brian felt violated, sexy, and numb, all at the same time. And he was scared to death. The thoughts swirling around in his mind were crowding out what he needed to be focusing on in the moment: coming up with a good lie to tell his parents about why he was out so late. His dad had texted him, and he needed to respond, but he had no clue what to say. “I was the star at an HIV positive sex party” just wasn’t going to cut it. Beyond that, he was mortified at letting anyone see him like this. He wasn’t sure while driving, but he was petrified that cum leaking out of his ass would wet his shorts. And his wrists had tender pink rings around them from the handcuffs. Thank God no one had given him a hickey- this was bad enough. Finally, about half way home, he texted his dad back and apologized for letting time get away from him, and told him that he and some friends from school had been really into the video game they were playing, and now were hoping to watch the movie version. He figured his dad would be happy he was hanging out with other kids, so he asked if he could stay a while later to watch with them, and he got the green light. So, once Brian got to his home town, he didn’t go home. He didn’t know where to go, so he drove to the high school, one place he knew would be dead on a Saturday night. He pulled in the parking lot, drove behind the school to the teacher lot, which you couldn’t see from the road, and parked his Jeep. He reclined the drivers seat back, and laid there in silence, thinking about what had just happened to him. He had the same swirling and conflicting mix of emotions he had had after Adam fucked him that first time, and when he fucked Jake without being sure of his status, and as he was walking in to the party, but this time they all played second fiddle to one overriding feeling: dread. …… Jake had a really big week ahead of him. He would be wrestling in the state finals the upcoming weekend, and he also had a big test in French on Friday. Brian didn’t take French, so he was spared that, and he was spared from having too much of Jake’s attention throughout the week. If things had been normal, Jake would surely have realized how sullen Brian was being around him. Brian felt awful. Emotionally, at first. He felt like he had probably just made the biggest mistake of his young life, and maybe his entire life. The very high likelihood that he had been infected would have been enough cause for depression, but the way Brian felt about Jake was compounding that. He had betrayed him. He had cheated on him. And he had done it in a way that all but assured him there would be no redemption. He thought about how Jasper had teased him at the end of the night, telling him that he was a slut and would probably wind up stealthing Jake because he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. The thought did cross Brian’s mind- maybe he just wouldn’t tell him and would go on like nothing happened. But what then? What if Brian tested positive, and then infected Jake. Jake would know it was Brian who did it. But even outside of fearing getting caught, Brian’s heart smacked him the face any time he contemplated hurting Jake. He had been driven by lust when he slept with Adam and when he went to the party. But lust would not be controlling him with Jake. …… The following week, Brian started to feel sick. As soon as he realized it, his stress level shot through the roof. He knew what this probably was. Brian’s symptoms knocked him out. His parents were concerned about why he seemingly had the normal flu in May, but he managed to convince them that he could handle it and they should go to work and leave him home to sleep it off. After he finally got them to leave, he managed to get himself out of bed and drive to the clinic for another HIV test. He could feel the technician at the clinic peering in to his soul, recognizing how shitty Brian felt, and what that, in combination with the test, could mean. He asked Brian if he had had unprotected sex lately, and Brian reluctantly admitted it, and they gave him the full blood test. Luckily the clinic had a lab on-sight, so Brian didn’t have to wait long for his results. He had just gotten home and back in to bed when his phone buzzed. It was the email with the results. He opened it, and for the second time that spring he desperately searched for one of two words. He scrolled down and found one: POSITIVE. Brian’s immediate reaction was stunned stillness. He stared at his phone for what must have been 30 minutes, his mind blank, absorbing this news. He was sweating and felt like death as his mind finally allowed him to piece it together: He was 18, a senior in high school. He was a straight-A student, a thin & athletic runner, a good kid on his way to a good college. And he had HIV. He dropped his phone on the floor, climbed back in to bed, and pulled the covers up over his chest. He stared at the ceiling of the bedroom he had lived in his entire life. His parents would be home that night. His little brother would be home from school in a few hours. They would all come in and check on him. And none of them would know what was wrong. They couldn’t. Not yet anyways. He couldn’t bear the thought of being that sort of disappointment. He was pretty sure they’d all be fine with him being gay. He was also pretty sure they would be furious at him for being so stupid and reckless. As he laid in bed, his mind wandered back to his pozzing. The initial fuck he endured from Adam outside, in front of all those horny men. How powerful he felt, the hot young star of the show. All these guys there lusting for him. He remembered feeling good in that moment. He even thought about what had happened up in the bedroom at the end of the night. He was still pissed, but he was at least slightly pleased that it had happened because they thought he was hot, and they all wanted him. As Brian replayed the party back in his mind, he felt his twink cock getting hard. He hadn’t cum since the party. For a moment he got angry with himself, thinking this should not be celebrated. But then he took a deep breath and tried to tell himself there was nothing he could do now- this was who he was for the rest of his life. And with that, he took his hard 7.5 inch dick in his teenage hand and started slowly caressing his new weapon. He closed his eyes and thought about Adam, who had shone his true colors the other night, and imagined impaling the bastard on his dick. He thought about fucking all those men, and their sons, their nephews. He envisioned his revenge. And soon enough, he blew a huge load all over his chest and his face, and with that, his first toxic cum had left his dick. His feeling of power was back, and he was so turned on by himself that he took his finger, ran it through the positive jizz on his chest, and gave it a taste. He exhaled, and then his frame of mind quickly flipped, and he began balling. Jake had replaced Adam and Jasper in his mind, for the first time since getting the result. He couldn’t control it, and his face became covered in tears as well as cum. Even though they had only really known each other a short time, he was pretty sure he was in love with Jake. And while he was a horny teenager who got seduced by the danger of poz chasing, he wasn’t evil. He wouldn’t be taking revenge on anyone. He had to tell Jake and end this before he could hurt him any more.

My boyfriend turned me into a cumdump. He’s also the one that changed my lifestyle from straight to being a gay male.

there's a great darkroom at Lateshift here in Auckland - there are no lights at all - and the only glimmer of light is from way down the corridor outside the darkroom - so you really can't see anything. Just standing there in the silence knowing there are other guys beside you - waiting...the anticipation. The energy of waiting...then you get brushed by a hand, or a cock. And the hand finds your arse...strokes it - moves up your back and starts pushing you forward - and then you know that you're going to get fucked - and the head of the cock reaches your cheeks....and pushes in. It can be intense. I love it!

It's been a long time since I had so much fun. Met up with a fit bear couple who I hadn't seen in a very long time. They were in town visiting a (female) friend and afterwards dropped by my place. With breaks we played for several hours. Both very good size cocks and they know how to use them. Made me cum twice by just fucking me and ended up with 5 loads in my ass and one on my face. Exhausted afterwards. My hole is sore and every muscle hurts but total bliss!

I grew up on the Jersey shore. Had summer jobs every year of all kinds. I loved the beach. After my junior year of college I came home once again to work at the beach. Got a job as a bar back in Asbury Park so I could spend my days getting tan. First night on the job I met Barry who was working the same shift and we hit it off. After work we sat on the tailgate of his pickup and drank a few beers in the parking lot. We agreed to hit the beach together in the morning. A few hours later we met up and walked under the boardwalk to get to the beach. Barry walked in front of me in a little peach colored speedo. He had a nice little ass I thought. I was thinking about his ass went I bumped into him...he had stopped short. “Shhh” he said. “Listen”. I heard moaning and slapping. I was already hard and Barry moved back onto my hardon. “Sounds like fun” he said. I stammered something unintelligible and sucked in my breath as he rubbed his butt on my cock. He turned to me and kissed me and took my hand and led me to the beach. He said, “ let’s catch some rays first”. I followed his sexy ass out onto the beach and we set up our towels and Barry rubbed Coppertone on me and I had a giant boner. He discreetly grabbed me and I moaned and he said, “now do me”... oh how I so wanted too! We soaked up the sun for a few hours flipping and reapplying lotion. I was SO horny. Barry took a walk down the beach and when he returned said he knew a bunch of people further down the beach hanging out, so we picked up and joined them. I was introduced to a bunch of guys mostly in speedos or small tight suits. Several different hot guys rubbed me down with lotion and I them for the rest of the afternoon. We drank beer, talked, smoked and tanned. We were close to the boardwalk and guys would pair off and walk underneath for awhile. Barry came back from “a walk” and I saw a huge wet spot on his sexy ass. My new friend Enrico and I made eye contact at the same time and he asked if I wanted to take a walk. We entered the dark coolness of the under part of the boardwalk and I could hear guys fucking. We walked to a darker area and Enrico spread a blanket out in front of us and pulled down my speedo as he drew me down onto the blanket. We kissed. We 69’d. He ate my hole with gusto, it was marvelous with his mustache and chin stubble. He dumped lotion in my ass and finger me while I sucked his sexy dark Dick and buried myself in his sweaty bush. And then he turned me around and slowly at first started long dicking me. I moaned and pinched my nipples as he picked up his pace. My Dick was bouncing with every thrust and suddenly another Dick was in my face. I was so horny, I gobbled that cock right up and the two cocks shared me in a spit roast. I was thoroughly enjoyed myself impaled on two nice cocks when a head slid underneath me and a mouth engulfed my cock! In no time I was moaning loudly and cumming like a racehorse! Enrico started pounding me harder and with one final thrust yelled something in Spanish and collapsed on my back. when he pulled out of me the mouth on my cock n balls moved to my hole and his tongue whirled around my rim. The beautiful cock I was sucking then pulled out of me and he flipped me on my back and pulled up my legs as he thrust deep into me. Barry appeared and kissed me with his crummy mouth and tongue, he whispered that he wanted to just watch but got carried away and wanted my cum. He pinched my nipples and my cock got hard again as the sexy man fucking me began pounding away at my hole. He thrust deep and as he hit bottom Barry twisted my nipples hard and my cock erupted again. Above me, I could hear the sound of the carousel and feet walking bi above. Ah sweet summer...gonna be a good one I thought

As a cumdump, I have many goals and aspirations. One of the most prominent is finding a partner who actively encourages my lifestyle and purpose. I don’t mean a partner who is just ‘okay with it.’ I mean someone who actually gets pleasure and joy from knowing how many Men dump their load in me. Someone who isn’t satisfied until I take a certain amount of loads in a certain period of time. Someone who is excited about posting ads, going to parties, etc just to see how many Men can use me. I’m already a cumslut, so ‘help’ isn’t the issue. More so, it would be even more reassuring and motivating trying to please my partner by just being more of who I am. It sounds easier said than done. But I’m optimistic I’ll find the one. lol. Anyway, do any cumdumps have a similar desire? Would any guys enjoy having a partner who is a cumdump?

I pressure down as I spread their cheeks. Once I have I good seal i unload. When I bottom I spread my cheeks and beg for it deep in my unprotected cheating hole.

Love it

I prefer to take a guy's load in my ass or mouth bot on my face or chest is good. One guy insisted on shooting his load in the pouch of my jockstrap and wanted to watch me put it on. I felt horny as I put it on and felt his load on my balls. Walking home was kinda hot cuz his load was being spread over my cock n balls.

If it smells too bad, I just cannot do it. I really prefer to host for just these sorts of reasons. You never know what horror show is going to be behind that front door.

I've always imagined friendships like orbits - the core for your partner and immediate family the inner circle for the people you trust implicitly and can rely on (and vice versa). a middle orbit of people who for one reason or another haven't earned the right to be in the inner circle yet or are a little flaky. outer orbits are people who are best described as acquaintances or the very flaky. I'd say a few work colleagues are in the middle circle. Most in the outer orbits. I noticed that during the covid lockdown it was really only my inner circle that reciprocated efforts to communicate and stay in touch. My middle and outer orbits are very thin on people post covid lockdown. As to the original question - what do you look for...? Earned trust. Putting you first when you need it. Being reliable. Being consistent. Being more of an asset than a burden. Reducing (not increasing) the amount of drama in my life. I will say that I have had the misfortune to know two sociopaths and the experience has made me very wary of others, which is a shame, but necessary.

I was surprised to get the call from the Marina staff. The sailboat had been in the water for three weeks but I couldn't use her because of Covid restrictions. I couldn't even put her mast up. But, then the surprise call. "Mr. C, we are bringing people in one boat at a time to crane on the masts. After such a long wait we want you to be able to use your boat A.S.A.P. when the restrictions are lifted. " I cleared my calendar, pulled on kawki shorts commando and a cut down T. Deep cut v-neck and sleavless deep cut arms. Finally we had nice enough weather to be as close to naked as decency aloud. A 30ish tall slim dark haired man and a handsome early twenties red head assisted me hoisting the mast into place and securing it. The redhead stayed on board, accompanied me back to the slip and helped me tie her in place. With the boat safely secured I dug out my wallet and tried to hand the redhead two crisp new twenty dollar bills. Pulling his shirt over his head he revealed nicely developed freckled shoulders, a well defined lightly haired chest and six pack. He declined my tip and with a seductive wink said; "I had something else in mind Mr. C." Up to that moment I hadn't noticed any hint of sexual flirting. In my surprise I stared back in total silence. He could be all of 24 and I'm a 64 year old hairy otter in decent shape but no gym bunny. I did not see the next words coming from this younge god; "I want to fuck you, that's tip enough." With no more warning he pulled my shirt over my head . I finally stammered something about 'now ' 'here ' and he nodded. I'd had my first Covid shot three weeks prior so thought; 'why the fuck not?' We no sooner hoped down into the cabin and he had my shorts around my ankles and my growing cock in his mouth. Every now and then he would look up it seemed seeking my approval. My soft moans of pleasure told him everything he needed. His hands started messaging my butt cheeks and before long a finger was toying with my hole. He looked up into my face once again and I nodded. The first finger penetrated me. I was grateful for 'PURE'. I hadn't specifically cleaned out for this but chances were good I was pretty clean up there. He stood, removed the rest of his clothes and revealed a thick eight inch beauty surrounded by a short cropped fiery red bush. I just had long enough to take this all in before he spun me around and bent me over the bed in the bow of the boat. He was soon eating out my ass and giving me the most delightful tongue fuck. Every now and then he took a break from my hole and sucked the head of my now engorged cock. Clearly he was not worried about getting back to work as this went on for the next ten minutes. When he stood and teased my hole with his naked cock head I expected him to retrieve a condom from his shorts. He didn't and soon his raw cock head had penetrated my hole. When I pulled away and turned around he looked surprised and apologized. I assured him there was no need, I just needed to be able to watch. I laid down on my back, hoisted my legs and left my ass easily accessible over the edge of the bed. A broad smile crossed his face and he stepped forward to once again tease my ass with his naked cock. "Do you want this Mr. C?" "You fuckin bet I do." "You want it bareback naughty Mr. C?" "Uh hun", as I nodded my head. "You want my young raw cock in your eager hairy hole Mr. C?" "Shut the fuck up and do me already!" His big mushroom head penetrated my ass and he slowly and gently fucked into me little by little. I watched as his thick boner disappeared a quarter to a half inch with each thrust. I just kept breathing deeply reminding myself to relax into the pain. When he was submerged four inches it was as if my ass sucked in the rest of him balls deep and the sharp pain subsided. He leaned forward and planted a deep passionate kiss on my mouth. Our tongues danced for a few moments before he pulled off, returned to a steady fuck and asked me; "Is this the way you like it Mr. C?" All I could manage in response were moans of pleasure. I was glad there were no other boaters around. I hoped the pedestrians on the boardwalk couldn't hear me and dismissed the thought when his pace and intensity increased. Soon his body was giving that delightful 'thwack, thwack, thwack' as he pounded into my ass. I didn't want this to ever stop as I felt the sweat drip from his body and his red hair wick sweat into his eyes. He just kept smiling and offering sweaty kisses from time to time. Too soon I could see the signs he was getting close and he informed me; "I'm just going to assume you want my big load inside ... argh... argh ... to late to protest ...fuckin loading your hole Mr. C." He was in so deep I couldn't feel the hot cum I knew was flooding my guts. His whole body and cock convulsed for a long time. Again I didn't want it to stop. He eventually collapsed on top of me and our sweat mixed as our heavy breathing slowly subsided. He eventually lifted himself, looked me in the eye and smiled; "Now that's a decent tip Mr. C. I know your hungry ass enjoyed it as much as I did." "You're fuckin right young man! Fuckin A!" He slipped off me quickly sucking at my hole. He returned to passionately kiss me again. He tasted as sweet as nectar. When he broke the kiss he directed me; "Stay right where you are. My work mate will be here any minute to receive his tip. Or is he giving it? Maybe both knowing that fucker." With that he slipped on his shorts and disappeared.

Day 3 of my visit to Tulsa…. Thank you Daddy Aaron…it was my last night at my hotel, returned from dinner, decided to shower while Grindr was pulled up advertising my ass for the last night. got a reply from a 28 yo top that I was supposed to meet the previous day. Was a simple message, “want cock”. I said yes please, within 15/20 mins in walked a top to find me in a dark room, blindfolded and my ass in the air waiting to please him. He knelt down, licked my ass lips for a bit the n took my head and brought me to his cock. His pictures showed a decent cock but in person it was stunning. He was about 9 inches, very thick, and was wearing a large cock ring. I felt all this. After sucking him, deep throating him, putting my mouth and face all over his balls he told me to get on all 4s but instead I asked if I could sit on it first. I went slowly with NO LUBE JUST SPIT… he felt amazing and my ass relaxed…what happened the next hour was a dream. He then told me, let me fuck u doggy, once he entered me, I grabbed behind to touch his daddy chest and furry belly to discover him wearing a harness. I grabbed hold of it so he could pound my insides even harder and deeper. it was at this point I was told I was a good slut boy for daddy and that my hole was amazing, I then thanked him a thousand times during his massive pounding by saying over and over again thank you daddy aaron. Hd would pull out, give my hole a rest and that’s when I would suck on his monster. It finally ended, unfortunately as we were both loving it, by him jerking off and slamming inside me as he blew one of the biggest wades of Cum. We then sat, and found him to be a sweet loving and caring top. Hugged me and bid him farewell. Thank you Daddy Aaron for one of the best pounding I’ve had in a long time!

Sorry that took forever guys, I've had a lot going on! I've got more coming soon, but wanted to get the kind of interlude chapter out at least so you could see what the result of the party was. Super happy you all are enjoying it!

My boat has been in the water for about a month but the Marina was closed with Covid shutdown. They surprised us by opening the Marina today so I just hung out on the boat this afternoon while surfing Grinder and Scruff. Had some nice chats but nothing looked promising. I need to let you know it had been 4 months with no action for me. I've been going squirrelly this week since I had my shot over 2 weeks ago. Finally saw a fuck buddy on Scruff. He said he needed a blow job. I said I would happily oblige. He's about 55, short cropped grey hair, handsome face, tanned and muscular build. His cock is about 6 inches, but after 4 months I wasn't going to get to picky. Checking the site lines for folk on other docks from inside the cabin we quickly stripped and played with each other's nipples. He's far more a nipple man than me. Soon I was on my knees sucking on his cock. After a while he asked how my ass was. I said "hungry". He mounted me bareback. I had to tell him to go slower, it had been so long. Once he was inside there was no pain. He laid in a good fuck and I moaned my appreciation. After a few minutes and adjustments he really laid in a pounding. I could hear his breathing shift and knew he was close. I grabbed his balls and stroked his raw cock going in and out of my hole. This took him over the top and his seed is marinating in my ass as I type this. Great way to christen the boat and break my long dry spell.

I prefer when the bottom doesn't get hard while getting bred because all concentration and feeling is centered in his cunt. I like his soft cock flopping around as he is getting rough fucked. I especially like the ones who can't even remember the last time they shot a load because it's all about their pussies - but, once in awhile accidents do happen and I end up fucking the cum out of the cock and sperm whore.

So, I wanted to know where dudes around here are finding action... If you know somewhere where dudes are finding action please list it below, along with any relevant details. I'm often out and about and I'm ALWAYS looking for some out in public action with dudes who like to take risks, try new things, who won't ask me to take out my 0g Prince Albert piercing when they want to suck my cock, and who understand that if someone isn't interested following them around because maybe they'll have a change of heart isn't a good strategy. Is that possible to find in the Vancouver Area? Looking forward to seeing where you boys are finding some action around here! -Cansmoker84 NOTE: please don't make this a thread where uber-desperate over-eager cumdumps beg and plead for me or others to come and rape, wreck, ruin, destroy, etc. their holes.... we know you're desperate and it's not very sexy... lets just keep this about when and where dudes are getting some cruising action in the Vancouver area, and leave it at that.

1. I looked at my watch once more. It read 5:50PM; only ten more minutes of agony. There hadn't been a customer since 3:00PM; my manager had left at 4:30, and I prayed that one would not appear at the last minute. Thirty minutes earlier, I had tempted the customer fates by taking break in the back room; if one would come, it would have been when I had my pants down and my dick hanging out. Luckily, no one had come. I had changed into a jock strap and now the bright red waist band just barely peeked out from above my khakis. Outside, there was a slow drizzle still coming down. I didn't mind. It would make a last minute customer even less likely now, and the bath house would be even more crowded this evening. I looked in my backpack. The two booty bumps I had prepared before work were still there. All I had to do now was draw up some water and let it dissolve, and I'd be flying twenty minutes later. I did the math once more. Five minutes to close up. Five minutes to walk to the bath house. Five minutes to get settled in my room. And then five minutes to find a top to pound my hole. It meant could do the bump right before I locked the front door. Which, in turn, meant it was now finally time to fill it up and let it start dissolving. It only took a second at the stockroom sink to fill the booty syringe; I left it there for the small crystals to dissolve in the water. Back out in the sales room, it felt like an hour passed before 5:58 arrived. However, slowly, endlessly, it did. I sneaked into the back, dropped my khakis to my knees, and slid the thin tube deep in my hole. There was just enough lube left in my hole from cleaning out earlier that it went in easily. I pressed down the plunger and the cold liquid burned for a moment before it settled into a dull ache. It would be a few minutes before the tina soaked in and I savored the anticipation. I put the used booty bump in my bag, next to the one I was saving for midnight. There was also the pipe and torch, but those would be for later. I pulled up my pants back up and returned to the show room. The clock now read six o'clock. I was done and was completely free for the next four days. But my fates had other ideas. Right as I started towards the door, a man appeared from around the corner, and pushed his way into the shop. "Fuckin' A!," he exclaimed. "You're still open. Been a fucking bitch of an afternoon, running from store to store. You still got the new iPhones in stock?" "Yeah," I said. I shifted my weight, feeling those tiny few cc's of liquid shift in my hole. I had only a precious few minutes before it would hit. When it did, I wanted to be at the bathhouse, getting ready for a fat white shaft to slide into my hole. "Well, we were just about to close." The customer was a black man wearing a windbreaker and baggy sweats. I had gotten a lot better over the past few years, but I still hated dealing with them. It was always one problem after another: lost ID; wanting some blinged out phone; failing the credit check; after an hour of dithering, picking the cheapest one. I had never had a good experience with a black man. "But you have them?" I nodded, before I even realized what I was doing. "Good, he said, pulled down the hood from his ratty windbreaker. "Now, don't be a fucking cocksucker, and sell me a phone." I looked him over. He was tallish, maybe 6'1", with a definite muscle build. His head was clean-shaven, a smooth expanse of chocolate-brown skin. As I looked over his fine black body, I remembered my past. Of course, there was still the tattoo, but today, there was also the jockstrap. I had bought it at a leather store in Atlanta and the strap was decorated with Confederate flags. The tina was starting to work its depraved magic, and I found myself wondering how it would look; his fat black cock sliding into my white hole against the background of the racist symbol. It was always the first sign of the crystal kicking in; my imagination got more vivid, more extreme, searching out the taboo and dirty, the profane and depraved. I had never been fucked by a black man before. What I had been taught as a child was hard to overcome, but the tina was changing my outlook. At least I remembered the first rule of customer service. "I'm Mark," I finally said. "Hey, Mark! If you wanna take care of me, sell me the damn phone." I was quickly wrenched back to reality. He had caught me checking him out and I knew it would be the first of many betrayals the booty bump would commit against me. I looked back up at his eyes; they were neither friendly nor angry. They were just resigned. "Yo, Mark, it's cool. A good cocksucker can do things to my tool no girl would ever dream of doing. But first, I gotta get a new phone. Black. 32." "Gotta get it out of the back," I said, trying to focus on his face. I resisted the urge to look down. He was wearing baggy sweats and I knew if I looked down, I'd see the outline of his cock. In my mind, he had a long, fat black shaft. Mine, by comparison, would be nothing more than a tiny white one. "Sure man. You do what you gotta do," he said. "You mind if I smoke a quick one?" I was conflicted. I didn't really want him smoking any more than I wanted him in the shop. But if I made him go outside, it would take another five minutes, and that would be five less minutes getting plowed by an anonymous stranger at the bath house. "I guess," I said as I grabbed the keys. "Sure." In the storage room, I eyed my bag. A freshly loaded pipe was in there, not to mention the other booty bump. A quick hit seemed like just what I needed. I pulled the pipe out, staring at the pool of melted crystal at the bottom. It called to me, but I forced myself to put the pipe back in the case. The last thing I need was to get even higher. I had to remember that the booty bump had barely hit me. I had dosed myself with nearly a quarter and the weekend was only just beginning. I grabbed the box from the shelf, and went back into the show room. Even though I hadn't hit the pipe, I couldn't say the same for my customer. He had a long glass pipe hanging from his lips, and was carefully heating it up with a torch. From the slight haze in the air, it was clearly not his first hit. He looked up at me, and pulled the pipe out of this mouth. He just smiled, then exhaled a thick white cloud. I wondered if he knew it was getting recorded. If he did, he didn't seem to care. "You cool with this?" he asked, his tone letting me he didn't care if I was cool or not. "Needed to blow some clouds." "Sure," I said, putting the box on the counter. He was staring at me, and I was momentarily transfixed, like a deer caught in headlights. I licked my lips, first once, then twice, and a third time. He laughed. "Damn man. Your eyes are wide. Your head already up in these clouds?" "Yeah," I said. I was no longer stunned into silence, and was able to speak again. "Booty bump." "Well, damn man, I gotta catch up. But first, you gotta get that phone up and running man." "Yeah," I said. "Name? And your number?" "TJ. TJ Wiliams," he said and gave me his number. I quickly typed it in, as he savored another long slow drag off the pipe. I scanned in the phone, and waited for the activation sequence to finish. TJ did another two hits before offering me the pipe. "I know you're already tweaked," he said. "But a little more never hurt no one." I took the pipe. It was still warm and smoking and I inhaled deeply. The thick clouds filled my lungs, lifting me up and away from my mundane concerns. TJ was hardly a delay; he might even be the main event for the night. Unfortunately, right as I was exhaling, an error message came up on the screen. It was one I was far too familiar with; I was going to have to call the tech support line and get some stupid block cleared from his account. I had the number burned into muscle memory; it wasn't long before I had someone on the line. I tried to explain the situation, watching out of the corner of my eye as TJ hit the pipe a few more times. His hand had dropped to his crotch, and through the thin fabric, he was playing with his cock. Finally, the representative said he needed to talk with TJ. "He needs to talk to you," I said, handing him the phone. I tried to keep my eyes on his face, but a motion pulled my gaze down. The outline of his cock was clearly visible. It was a massive, thick rod already straining against the fabric of his sweats. "Yeah?" TJ said. He put the phone to his ear. "Hello?" he asked. "Hello?" He frowned. "Fuck that shit," he said, the anger palpable. "If they are going to put me on fucking hold, you're going to keep me happy." He pushed down his sweats, letting his cock spring free. "Suck my dick, faggot," he said. I hesitated, suddenly aware of the large glass windows facing the street. "Oh come on. I've seen how you've been drooling over it. You know you want it." With his free hand, he pushed me down to my knees, my face exactly level with his dick. I stared at the black snake for a moment, not quite believing where I had ended up. He wanted me to suck on it, to debase myself at the altar of his black cock. Involuntarily, I wondered what my father would say if he were still alive. It would have been bad enough that I was gay. It would be unforgivable that I was kneeling down in front of a black man and even contemplating sucking on his massive tool. "Come on cocksucker. You know you want it," he said, before pulling me forward onto his cock. By animal reflex, I opened my mouth, letting the black cockhead slide into me. So many years of my life had been spent teaching me how everything I was doing was wrong. Between the twin sins of sucking dick and hanging out with a black guy, it was hard to tell which was worse. But the combination of letting his warm cockhead slide into my mouth was a sin my father would have never been able to forgive me for. Nevertheless, I let it happen. This evening, it seemed like the right thing to do. It seemed like the absolute least thing I could do to improve this man's experience. As I nursed on his dickhead, I heard snippets of conversation. "Yeah," he said. "715 Oak St. Unit 5," followed shortly after by "5102." He listened a while longer, then finally said, "Thanks, yeah." and put the phone down on the counter. "Fuckholes," he said. "But it should be ok now." I looked up at him, his dick still nestled in my mouth. "One good thing, had you kept that up, I might have shot right down your throat." He picked up his new phone from the counter. "But now I can use your throat properly while we wait for my phone to sync." I nodded dumbly. I was still kneeling before this black thug, hungry for cock. "Take off your shirt, faggot." I didn't want to take it off, not for him. I had no idea how he was going to react; the tattoo was far worse than the jock strap. I was saving up, slowly, to get it removed, but for now, it was the reminder every morning and every evening of my youth, and the stupid choices we all make. It was simple, but powerful. A black eagle, holding a red Nazi swastika on my left pectoral. It had the unfortunate characteristic that the more I worked out, the more obvious it was. "Go on, cocksucker, take it off. Don't get all shy with me; you've had my cock in your mouth." I slowly pull it off, hunching over slightly, hoping against hope he doesn't notice it. But it was to no avail. "What's that faggot?" he asked as he pushed me back. "Fucking skinhead asshole, huh?" he laughed. "But yet, you gobbled down my big black cock, didn't you?" I nodded dumbly, trying to keep my balance as I leaned back, trying to stay out of range of his fist. He looked me over, and then started to laugh even harder. I dared to look down, and I saw the waist band of my jock strap clearly visible, the red flags almost glowing against my tan skin. "Fuck cocksucker. Just one racist asshole symbol after another, huh?" I try to protest but he slaps me. "Don't matter. I'll just take out a bit of insurance." He took the phone and swiped a few times. "Let's just get a few pictures of that sweet white mouth choking on my nigga dick." He smiled, as he spoke. "Just something to share with your manager. Maybe your white power facebook buddies as well." He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down on his cock, forcing it into my throat. Before I can react, he got a picture of my mouth wide open, his cock sliding in. Then he took another, one of me staring at him. Then a third, this one of me gagging as the head of his cock hit the back of my mouth. Finally, a fourth one, drool dripping out around my mouth and my lips tight on the anonymous and massive black cock. By the time I had recovered from my gagging and coughing, I knew it was too late. The pictures had been synced to the cloud, and no matter what I could do, he'd always have access to them. "A better attitude on your part and these pictures will be our little secret. Any bit of racist white shit, and it's gonna be all over the internet. You got that white boy?" I nodded, acutely aware I had no option but to comply, however hard it was going to be for me. I took another look at him, taking time to see him anew: his massive chest, taut abs, and then his thick cock. It may have been the tina finally hitting me, but I realized it was the most beautiful, most perfect cock I had ever seen. It was thick, almost too thick to wrap my hand around. It was long, like a foot-long ruler hanging out from his groin. It was hard, hanging down under the influence of gravity. It was the porn-star epitome of cock, requiring my obedience of its every desire, and my worship of every inch of it. A little thing, like a poor racist whiteboy gagging was a thing of utter inconsequential pointlessness compared to the pleasure his ebony shaft demanded. I opened up my mouth, and swallowed it again. Once more, I started to gag again when it hit the back of my throat. It was no easier physically. If anything, his cock was thicker and harder, making it more difficult to take into my mouth. But mentally and emotionally, it was an entirely different world. I was no longer choking down on a black thugs cock, a man beneath me in every way. I was now worshipping the most perfect dick in the world and giving my ebony God pleasure. With his guttural moans of pleasure, forceful thrusts of his hips and the salutary effects of the tina, I powered through the urge to gag and let his steel shaft enter my throat and dominate my experience. "That's it cocksucker. Gobble it up." Another spasm of gagging racked my body but I forced myself to stay on TJ's cock. "Come on, Mark," he continued, resting his hand on the back of my head. There was only the slightest bit of force from him, but it was enough to let me know I had to stay on my knees and take his cock. As the spasm slowly subsided, I got more comfortable with his cock sliding in and out of my throat. "Damn," he said. "I guess anyone on the street can see us, huh?" I nodded as best I could while impaled on his black shaft. "Probably should be doing this somewhere a little more, private, maybe?" he asked. "I mean, you do work here." I nodded again, my mouth and throat still filled with his cock. "You have anywhere more private?" Once more, I nodded. This time, at least, he pulled out enough for me to say something. "Stock room," I said as best I could. "Sounds good," he said. He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, the fat head now glistening with a mixture of spit and pre-cum. It took me a second to recognize that it was my spit shiny on the black shaft, and that the majority of his pre-cum had dripped down my throat and into my stomach. I was already contaminated with the black man's pre-cum and it would only be a short while before he added his sperm to my body. "You go ahead and close up shop. I'll be back in the stockroom, waiting. Then we can finish this, um, transaction." Still on my knees but made brave by the crystal now coursing through my blood and invading my brain, I decided to make a different suggestion. "Well, I was going to go to the bath house after this. Do you want to come with me?" He smiled for a moment, torturing me with the silence. "Maybe," he said. I had barely processed his statement before the tina made another statement. However, it needed to use my mouth, my body to make it. "I'll pay for your entrance," I said. "Bath house," he said. "You mean, like a sex club?" "Yeah," I said. "Exactly." I was still on my knees, still right on level with his thick, hard cock. It was gently bobbing in time with each breath he took, and I thought I could see it throb with his every heart beat. I was fascinated by his black manhood. I had seen pictures online, but never seen a black cock so up close and personal. It was scary, almost evil, but at the same time, I was fascinated. As hard as it was to reconcile with my past, I was in awe of it. I needed to understand it, and the only way I knew how involved a night at the bath house. "Damn. So you're gonna get fucked there? Suck off random guys? "Yeah," I said, terrified, but knowing that it was the truth. And it was a truth I would have to confront at some point, no matter how hard I tried to repress it. "Fuck, faggot. Gonna get all loaded up, huh?" I nodded, not really wanting to acknowledge what he said out loud. But it was true. My plan had always been to get tweaked, head to the bath house, and see how many loads I could collect over the next twelve hours. Only now, at least one of those loads would come from a black man. I was momentarily repulsed at the thought, something so patently inferior and bad entering my body. But then I looked up and saw TJ looking down at me, a slight grin playing across his face. I would do anything to make him happy, no matter how debased it might be. "That I can get into," he said. "You lead the way." He pulled up his sweats, pushing his cock into them. It was still straining against the fabric and still plainly visible. I went into the back room, grabbed my bag, the empty booty bump syringe, and my jacket, turning out the lights and arming the alarm as I came back out. TJ was playing with his new phone, and looked up at me. "And don't worry. I've more than enough of this to keep us going all night," he said, shaking a fat bag of white crystals. I didn't tell him I had just as much in my bag. I turned out the lights, and locked the door behind us. The night was cool, the light rain still continuing. "Where we going?" he asked. "I took a bus, so hope it's close." "Yeah," I said. "Just down the street, actually." "Sweet," he said. We walked in silence. I wasn't sure what to say. All I could think about was how his cock had felt in my throat, and how badly I wanted his black meat in my hole. But that barely seemed appropriate out on the public street, even if it was relatively quiet and growing dark. Luckily, TJ rescued me. "You go here often?" I had been there every weekend for the past few months. I had long ago lost track of how many men I had let inside me or how many loads I had taken. But I wasn't ready to tell TJ about this side of me; he already knew more than I wanted. "Yeah," I said. "It comes and it goes." "And there's just sex going on? Anywhere?" "Well, there are private rooms. But sometimes in the halls or the dark corners." "Damn. Full-on sex?" "Yeah," I say. "Fuck man. And I've been jerking off all this time?" He laughed, right about the time we get to the door. It's a nondescript industrial building. The entrance is the only thing well-lit, a plain door that only reads "Private Club." I opened the door, and TJ walked in. I followed him and went up to the desk. I recognize the guy behind it; it's Dennis. More than once he has ended up in my room on his break, hitting the pipe, then hitting my ass hard. For a skinny guy, he has got a big cock, and he knows how use it. He smiled when he saw me. "Mark," he said. "Good to see you." He looked behind the desk and checked what rooms were free. Before I could say anything, he put a key on the counter. "Looks like we have an upgrade for you tonight," he said. "He with you?" Dennis continued, indicating TJ behind me. "Yeah," I said. "I'll get his locker." I pull out my membership and put it on the counter. "ID?" Dennis asked TJ. He pulled a wallet out of his jacket, and put his license down on the counter. "First time here?" Dennis asked TJ. "Yeah," TJ said. "I know you'll have fun," Dennis said and rang us up. I pulled out my wallet and opened it up to get some cash. TJ was standing behind me and was tall enough to see over my shoulder. As I counted out three twenties, TJ let out a low whistle of appreciation. I had gotten enough cash to cover the bath house as well as several rounds of re-stocking on favors. It made for a thick wallet. "All done," Dennis said, and buzzed the two of us in. He met us inside, holding a few towels and the keys to the room. "Gotta check your bags," he said. "What?" I asked. Reluctantly, I put my bag on the counter. If I had known, I would have taken precautions to hide the favors. "Yeah," Dennis said. "Boss wants me to make sure we keep our reputation." I repressed the urge to laugh. Of the several sex clubs in town, this one had the reputation for being the sleaziest. It was why I went. Dennis opened my bag, and started to look through it. At least I had already done one booty bump. It wouldn't be enough, but it would be better than nothing. "Hmmm," he said, digging through the bag. "I think you should know better." From the bottom, he pulled out two forgotten condoms, no doubt the relic of some ancient, mis-guided attempt at safer sex outreach. He tossed them into the garbage, before zipping my bag back up. "Yours?" he said, turning to TJ. "I'm not sure about this," TJ says. He's holding his bag a bit protectively. "Don't stress," I said. "It's just a formality." "I guess," he said, and put the backpack on the counter. Dennis unzipped it, barely looked in it, and zipped it back up. Dennis reached under the counter and pulled out a plain white envelope. He handed it to TJ with his bag. "First time. Welcome. I doubt you'll need it, but here's something to make it extra memorable." He winked at me before handing me the towels and keys. "342," he said. "I'll find you on my break?" "Sounds good." TJ and I started up the stairs. It was a Friday evening, so it was already fairly busy. TJ was staring in open wonder at the range of men walking around with nothing more than a towel. I was staring as well, looking forward to the rest of the evening.

Part 1 My husband Rob and I have a great life. We have a nice house 30 minutes from the city and own a very successful landscaping business called Tops Landscaping that had a spinning top as our logo. A nice double-entendre. We also maintained a staff of 20, so we rarely did the physical work anymore. We are both 55 years old and had met when were 25. We fell in love, but kept an open relationship cause we both had (and still have) an insatiable sex drive. We also loved to watch each other with other people. We were totally verse back then and going to the baths together was a regular thing. We were young hot and hung, and loved to get our asses loaded. Then we would go home and fuck each other one more time, loving the feel of each other's loose, squishy holes. So it was no suprise when we tested poz right around the same time when we were 28. We both took meds for a while, but didn't like how they made us feel, so we quit them about 10 years ago. So now we try to lead a very healthy lifestyle, mostly. As we got older, and became more immersed in the bdsm scene, we started gravitating to being mostly tops. We loved to find a twink (or two) and take him back to our ever expanding basement dungeon to work him over. We preferred to find poz bottoms, or at least ones who didn't care, but we weren't above using condoms if the twink was worth it. Because we are! We're both tall, I'm 6'2", he's 6'3" and have big, muscular bodies from years in the gym. Now we have a home gym, with everything we need, but we still pay a membership to a predominantly gay gym, mostly just for cruising. There's been many a hot time in the sauna there, not to mention the hot little gym bunnies we would lure into our den of inequities! He shaves his head, because he was going bald anyway, where as I keep a nice, tight buzz cut. We are both heavily tattooed, a passion we have always shared, with two full sleeves each, as well as many other assorted ones, including matching biohazard ones around our bellybuttons, right above our cocks. We both have our nipples pierced and sport fat p.a.'s. We're both moderately hairy, him a little more than me, and we have great cocks. Mine is a thick veined 8 1/2", and his, while not quite as thick, measures 10" with a fat mushroom head. Needless to say, we're fucking hot! So we were always content with our pickups until we met Vinny. Vinny is a hot little 25 year old Italian muscle pup. He is 5'9" with a cute little 4" dick. He's got that classic Italian face with a big nose, full pink lips, and huge brown puppy dog eyes that were almost obscured by his shaggy, slightly curly dark brown hair. His buff body is a creamy pale colour with large pink nipples and a pretty pink asshole to match. While his chest and ass are naturally smooth, he sports sexy, dark bushy pits and hairy legs. The night we met him, over a year ago, we were at our favourite leather bar. Rob noticed him first and pointed him out to me. My dick instantly grew in my pants. He was standing across the room, shirtless, showing off his built up arms and torso that narrowed to a slim waist, then dissapeared into tight Levi's that showed off his sweet, bubble but. I immediately had to have the kid. The problem was, someone else was trying to claim him. A guy I knew, that while he was good looking, couldn't match my husband and me. But he was trying his best to snag the kid. He was standing real close to him, touching his chest, rubbing his ass, but I could tell the kid wasn't really responding to him. I just watched for a while until the kid finally broke away and headed to the bathroom. I made my move, following him like a tiger stalking his prey. As luck would have it, I stood right behind him in the short line. He smelled as good as he looked. Not cologne, just a clean, soapy, sexy smell. I admired his muscled back and shoulders and round ass as I stood behind him, and as luck would have it, two spots opened up at the trough style urinal. He picked the spot at the end by the wall, and I squeezed in next to him. I liked how he unzipped his jeans and pulled down a classic white jockstrap, exposing his cute little dick poking out of his dark, bushy pubes. I made sure to make a big deal out of fishing out my cock, exposing my metal cock ring, and I could see him glance at it a couple of times. A good sign. I was never one for subtlety, so I just leaned down and whispered in his ear, "My husband and I think you're really hot. Why don't you come over and talk to us? We're in the corner under the Budweiser sign." The kid looked up at me, taking in my hard, tattooed body and tight leather harness and smiled. "I might just do that." He zipped up and walked out of the bathroom. I headed back to the corner where my husband had fresh drinks, but I didn't see the kid anywhere. I didn't know if I had scared him off, or he just wasn't interested. I got my answer about 15 minutes later when I saw him walking our direction. Luckily, our beers were empty, so after introductions, Rob went off to get more drinks, returning soon with 9 shots of whiskey and three beers on a tray. He set it on the table. We all picked up a shot and I toasted, "Here's to new possibilities." Vinny just smiled at us with his killer smile and downed the shot, chasing it with a beer. After several more shots and a couple of beers, none of us were feeling any pain, especially Vinny. Rob had a fresh bottle of poppers and was giving the kid hits as we took turns rubbing his crotch and pinching his nipples, which responded by getting rock hard, eliciting soft moans from the kid. Eventually we had his pants open and we took turns sliding our hands down his smooth, hard ass, fingering his tight little hole. We had him backed into the corner, our bodies blocking anyone else from trying to claim our prize. We learned a lot about Vinny. He had recently moved here from Pennsylvania. He was from a large Italian catholic family where was the 4th of 7 kids, the consummate middle child. He was staying with friends on their couch until he could get his own place, and worked as a barista. He wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box, but what he lacked in smarts, he more than made up for in charm. I really don't think he knew just how hot he was as he blushed at our compliments. So cute. The best, and most important things we learned was 1.) He really liked older guys, and 2.) He was really interested in bdsm. He had some experience and his eyes lit up when we described our dungeon at home. He was a very eager little pup, and soon we found ourselves in a cab on the way home. Vinny proved himself to be a very talented little bottom that night as Rob and I took turns fucking his sweet little ass for hours. Between the weed and the poppers, he couldn't get enough of our big dicks, or some of our various bondage devices. We went through a lot of condoms that night, but Vinny swallowed all six of our loads that we gave him, the final two after we had covered him in our piss and choked him with our cocks. We ended the night with him snuggled between us in our bed, reeking of the piss we had marked him with. He didn't have to work until Monday, so he ended up spending the entire weekend with us. Something we very rarely did with a trick. Usually it was use them hard, give them some cab fare, and kick their ass out. But there was some obvious chemistry between the three of us, and as we drove him home so we could pick up the car we had left Friday night, we had already made plans to spend next weekend together. The next weekend, we introduced Vinny to T, something Rob and I enjoyed occasionally. He instantly loved it as it made him even more of an insatiable bottom. We had a lot of fun that night using all kinds of toys on his sweet little hole. He didn't like how his already little dick shriveled up though, but I explained his dick didn't matter, only his holes did, and he seemed to like that. Thank god it didn't have the same effect on Rob and me. And besides, we showed Vinny the pleasure of making his soft cock cum as I sucked it while Rob plowed his hole. I didn't swallow it, instead I made Vinny open his mouth so I could spit it all into into it. He loved that. After the 4th weekend in a row with Vinny at our place, Rob and I talked about asking him to become our boy and move in with us. When we asked Vinny and told him the terms, he very excitedly agreed. The terms were very simple. 1.) He would go on prep, as Rob and I refused to use condoms with him forever. 2.) He would submit to us sexually in anyway we desired. Anytime, anywhere. 3.) He would take care of the household duties. 4.) He would work out a minimum of an hour and a half a day. In return, we would take care of him and pay for his medical expenses as well as put $100 a week into an account for him as a cushion. He was very excited when we took him to the doctor the next day for his prescription, as I explained that he could not move in and officially be our boy until he could take our raw loads in his pussy. Luckily, we had a very good friend who was our doctor and he came into his private practice on a Saturday as a favour to us. In no time at all we had his prescription, and Vinny was on his back, feet locked in stirrups, taking our doctors cock deep in his muscle pup hole. By Monday afternoon, he had taken his first dose, and two weeks later we had his duffel bag containing everything he owned in our trunk as we all excitedly went home to our new life together. My dick was rock hard in my pants as we placed Vinny's new collar around his neck. It was a simple chain with a padlock and a bone shaped dog tag that said, "Property of Ryan and Rob." That night we slammed Vinny for the first time. My hands shook as I tied off his bulging bicep and swabbed the prominent vein. He looked at me with those big, trusting, brown, puppy dog eyes as I inserted the needle and pushed the plunger. I'll never forget the look on his face when I released the band and the rush flew through his body. His eyes grew huge and they rolled back in his head as he coughed a few times followed by some short, quick breaths. After 7 hours of nonstop fucking, Vinny ended the night with six loads in his little pup hole. I let Rob deposit the first one, since he had been the first to spot the kid. We eventually wound up in our bed, reeking of sweat and sex and piss. We couldn't sleep, so we just continued to enjoy Vinny's hard little body as the fat plug in his ass insured he would absorb our DNA deep inside him for the very first time. We continued to celebrate the next day as we took Vinny to get his first tattoos, a series of puppy paws that went over his left pec and his heart. We left with a plug in Vinny holding in three loads. Mine, Rob's, and the tattoo artist's. The boy was ours. Life together fell in place very quickly. Monday through Friday we would come home from work to a clean house, a hot meal, and a sexy boy in nothing but a jockstrap, a cock cage, and his collar. He was only allowed one jock a week, and was never allowed to remove it, not even to piss. He would have to sit on the toilet and piss through the jock, soaking it every time. It would ensure a nice raunchy jock to be used at the end of the week. If he had to leave the house, he was only allowed to wear a pair of shorts, a tank top, and flip-flops, his collar on full display. If it was cold, he was allowed skin tight jeans, sneakers with no socks and a hoodie. Luckily it didn't get very cold where we live. During the week, our evenings would be spent relaxing in front of the TV after we worked out. Vinny would massage our dirty, sweaty feet with his mouth and hands. He would clean our sweaty armpits with his tongue and do the same to our swampy asscracks and musty assholes. Sometimes we would have him suck our cocks, sometimes we would fuck him, but he always wound up with at least two loads from each of us in one of his pretty pink puppy holes. At night, he was almost always snuggled between us in our bed. That is, if he wasn't in his cage. The weekends were another story. That was when we took full use of our dungeon. From Friday night to Monday morning Vinny was subjected to all kinds of tortures and punishments. Not that he really needed to be punished, he was a very good pup, but it pleased Rob and me to inflict pain on the kid, and Vinny understood that. In fact, he loved it, he couldn't get enough of it. Usually we would remove his cock cage, and he would cum without even touching his dick as we abused his hot, young body. We would whore out his holes, allowing our friends to come over and deposit a load or two or three in him. Frequently, we would take him to the baths, enjoying the sight of him taking a strangers cock deep in his pussy, dumping an anonymous load into our hot boy. And he loved it, the little pig. There were few things hotter than taking Vinny home after a long night of breeding. His stretched out hole would feel so good with all those anonymous loads deep in there. Rob and I would always deposit at least one more each, then punish the boy for being such a dirty little cumdump whore. We all couldn't have been happier. When Vinny had been with us for 11 months, he laid between us one night, fresh cum dripping out of his pussy. "Daddy Ryan, Daddy Rob," he began. "Yes pup?" I asked, touseling his thick, dark hair. "In one month, we'll have been together a year, and I've been thinking hard about something." "What's that pup?" Asked Rob. "Well, I love you both so much." He continued as he gave Rob a kiss, then me. "And I've decided, I want you to make me your son. I want you to infect me so that you will always be a part of me, and I'll truly be yours forever." I took his chin into my hands and looked deep into his puppy dog eyes. "Are you sure? Is that what you really, really want?" "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him deeply. He moaned as Rob slid his hard cock back into his little muscle pup hole.

So I'm 19 and new to barebacking scene. When I met a guy and he was going to whore me out. When we met at the hotel I was nervous I'd only been fucked by two guys in the same night. He's was fit in his 40s with dark hair. First thing he had me put on a blind fold and mouth gag. He bend me over the bed and fucked me first, my tight hole was sore by the time he came deep inside me, he went to answer the door and I heard several guys come in. The plan had been for all 6 of the strangers to come over time but they all showed up at once. I could feel a crowd of hands rubbing my body and on my ass. Telling me how cute of a little boy I was. He poz, one of of the guys asked the guy I'd met. Not yet he told him. They were all so excited. "Well boy you think you'd be up for a gangbang" I just shook my head up and down. They took the gag out of my mouth and left the blind fold on. Then a cock slide in my mouth fucking my face fast then one went up my ass using the first guys cum as lube. Others guys grading me and having me use my hands to jack then off. I had went from a good boy to a total slut in no time. It didn't take long for this second guy to cum, he moaned so load and I had no clue what he might be breeding me with. My ass wasn't stretched yet but bright red. After 45minutes of switching and fucking my face and ass the last guy was in my slutty sloppy red teen ass. As his sweaty ball sounded away at my ass. He let out a moan and shot jizz deep in my soaked ass. All the guys left but the organizer he took my blind fold off and told me I took it like a champ cum was dripping from my ass the whole way home.

Five , the lockdown came and most stay home

I understand. Would luv a partner that appreciates and whores me out. If he also likes to offer his ass, that would be fine. Getting off on watching each other get bred. Heaven

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HOT AF! I cant wait to hear how that feeling of power takes over as his stud wrestler bf seduced him to fuck him raw! maybe? lol HOT Story thank you for continuing!

I was running by the park today and unfortunately as it sometimes happens I had an urge to go to the public bathroom. There was a tall black hobo I assume in his 50s loitering but I really needed to go so I went in. While I was doing #2 he walked into the stall as doors don’t really lock and showed me his huge hard cock. I just couldn’t resist the kink of giving him a blowjob while taking a dump. He was smelly, the bathroom was smelly and what I was doing was smelly. But somehow it was a big turn on. He came in my mouth very quickly. His cum was very bitter. But I’m still hard 16 hours later thinking of what a dirty slut I was today.

Love this topic. I'm a versa top so occasionally would /will get topped in the right scene. Several years ago I was traveling back home from remote work activities on a Friday and hooked up with a gay couple in a medium sized city about 2 hours from my home area. They were older than me and were an obvious bottom man and top man couple. We ended up fucking including my first sandwich fuck of me between both of them. In the end I fucked and bred the bottom and the top fucked and bred me. I showered afterwards to get the sweat and sex smell off myself including trying to push out his cum. Got back on the road because I had to attend a relative's youth football game that friday evening that was about 30 minutes from my home. I drove straight to the game. As I was sitting watching the game I felt the unmistakable feeling of cum leaking out of my hole into my underwear and unfortunately through to my khaki pants. I went to the restroom and wadded toilet paper to catch further leaking but I knew that I had to meet my relatives soon after the game. Luckily I had purchased a water bottle so I "accidentally" spilled it on the bleacher seat and then sat back down on it when sitting back down from standing to cheer the teams. It was fun after the game later meeting up with my relatives with cum up inside of my hole and leaking out although I was embarrassed that I had "sat in spilled water" and got my pants damp.

I went to a friend's house this morning and as usual he fucked me raw for hours. No lube, he has a huge cock, and he gave me three loads. Plus piss and other fun. Then I was driving down to the shore and I stopped at an adult bookstore that has a theater. I stripped down completely, put a blindfold on and knelt on a sofa with my ass back and exposed. I got two more loads. The first guy was before I put on the blindfold so I saw him. Young, built, handsome. I started sucking him but then that's when I got naked and he said do you want to get fucked and I said oh yeah. So he stands up and pushes his cock in me raw. After about 10 minutes he cums in me. After he leaves that's when I put the blindfold on and I had another guy fuck me and breed me. I didn't see what he looked like but I know he enjoyed it and so did I. Not bad for a day I wasn't expecting anything.

I want the top to unload deep inside my gut. If I'm sucking, I want the load so that I can taste it on my tongue before I swallow. Pulling out is a complete waste.

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Part 2 The next month was a difficult one. Difficult in the sense that we had imposed some strict rules on ourselves. Rules designed to make the night of Vinny's "adoption" to be the most beautiful, painful, extreme night of his young life. First of all, he quit Prep the morning after he told us he wanted to become our son. A month being off the meds should be more than enough time for his body to become prime meat ready to absorb our poison. Second, no fucking. We wanted his hole to be as tight as possible for maximum wreckage that night. So for the next month, only blowjobs. And that wasn't as easy as it might sound because every time I saw Vinny's smooth, creamy white ass outlined in his jockstrap, I just wanted to rape it. Needless to say, Rob and I took full advantage of raping his sweet, puppy mouth and throat any opportunity we had. Third, his body was off limits. No spanking, whipping, paddling, nothing. Not even tit torture as we wanted his flesh to be as pure as possible before we gave him a night of exquisite pain he would never forget. Of course that didn't mean bondage was off the table, as long as there was nothing else with it. Vinny spent many a long day or night over the next month in some very uncomfortable positions. Fourth, Vinny was forbidden from cumming for the next month. Not hard since he was caged up. Lastly, no T. This was another hard one, as I loved it when our nasty little pup was tweaked out, and Vinny dearly missed it too. Of course we still allowed weed and poppers, were not monsters after all. Eventually, the month had finally passed and our sons birthday had arrived. That morning after our little pup had drained first Rob then me of our morning piss, I took Vinny's chin in my hands and looked him deeply in his eyes. "Today's the day puppy. It's your birthday. Are you ready for the most intense experience of your life?" Vinny looked back at me with those big, brown eyes. "Yes Sir." He whispered. "I'm ready." Rob then led him to his cage where he would spend the day, as the festivities wouldn't start until tonight. He was gagged and hooded, isolating him from the world. His hands were placed in leather mitts and clasped behind his back so he could in no way touch himself. Earbuds were placed in his ears playing an endless loop of hypno dialog detailing his new life as our poz puppy cumdump to really fuck with his head. He was given Viagra so his little dick would painfully strain in it's cage all day and he was diapered so he would have no need to leave it for the next 10 hours. Finally, the time had arrived. We were joined by six of our friends, including our doctor friend to join in Vinny's re-birth. We started by affixing Vinny to our St. Andrews cross, facing outward, still hooded and gagged. I attached a milking machine to his little dick and switched it on. It didn't take more than a couple of minutes before Vinny was was moaning and shaking as the machine sucked the first load out of him. He whined as the machine continued to suck on his sensitive dick, but we were not letting him off that easy. Our doctor friend Kurt proceeded to clamp off our pup's left nipple before producing a thick needle and placed the needle against Vinny's protruding tit. He let out a muffled howel as Kurt plunged the needle through his flesh, causing him to shoot his second load into the milking machine. His body convulsed as much as it could in his strapped down state as his dick became even more sensitive. Kurt quickly had a fat piercing in place. The process was completed with his right nipple as a sweat broke out over his body. The machine continued it's relentless sucking as Vinny continued to whine and moan. I stroked my hard cock through my jeans as I enjoyed Vinny's torment. Our pup was openly weeping into the mask as the machine eventually sucked load number three out of him. Only then did Rob finally shut it off. Vinny went completely limp in his bonds when it was finally removed from his dick. But his dick torment wasn't over yet. I held a popper soaked rag over his nose as Kurt picked up a fresh needle. He took Vinny's overly sensitive dick into his hands and quickly jammed the needle through his piss hole causing Vinny to scream into the gag. He then shoved a fat p.a. through the hole as Vinny continued screaming. God damn my dick was throbbing! It was big enough that it looked kind of comical in Vinny's little dicklet. Rob then tied off Vinny's bicep and swabbed the vein before inserting the needle. He slammed Vinny as Kurt prepared for the final piercing of the evening. The doc took a fresh needle and quickly passed it through Vinny's septum as I held his head still. Vinny screamed some more, but that didn't deter Kurt who had the piercing inserted in no time. I stepped back to admire my pup with all his new jewelry as he hung on the cross. We took Vinny down and hung him by his wrists in the middle of the room with his toes barely touching the ground. Then each guest took an implement to strike his hot, defenseless muscle bod. Everything from riding crops to paddles to cat o'nine tails and even a rattan cane. Then Rob and I sat back and started smoking the glass pipe as we watched our guests take turns beating and whipping our strung up pup. My cock throbbed as I watched the abuse inflicted on his young flesh. Poor Vinny never knew where he would be struck next, or with what. His body jerked and twisted like a puppet as he was assaulted all over and sweat poured off him. It was especially hot when one of his brand new piercings were struck as that elicited the best screams from him. After half and hour, his body was covered in angry red welts, from his chest down to his feet. The best were the stripes across his ass from the cane that were already starting to turn a purplish colour. I could feel the heat emanating from his body as I took him down. Vinny was then transferred to the sling where he was again strapped down and imobile. Rob took a syringe and sucked up all of Vinny's cum from the milking machines receptical and squirted it up Vinny's exposed hole. Then I took a bottle brush, you know the kind, round, about four inches long with bristles that started out narrow, but then got fatter. I sprayed it with water before I coated it in a fine covering of crystals. I was going to royaly fuck up Vinny's hole! I started to insert it as Vinny hissed into the gag. Rob covered his nose with a popper rag as I pushed the brush further in. Vinny started yelling into the gag as the brush scraped his delicate tissues and the T burned his hole. Soon, the entire thing was inside his hole and I twisted it around, causing Vinny to scream and buck in his bonds. I slowly pulled it out and my dick throbbed even harder as I looked at the redish slime covering it. I shoved it back in as fresh sweat broke out over his body. That only spurred me on more! I fucked Vinny with the brush, pulling it rapidly in and out as his formerly pink hole already burned an angry red. I pulled it out one final time and red tinted cum oozed from my puppy's hole. I couldn't wait another second. I undid my jeans and didn't even bother to take them off before I slammed my hard cock into Vinny with one mighty stroke. Vinny let out a wail as my fat cock stretched out his burning, inflamed hole. Our friends cheered as I bottomed out in my pup. This was the moment I had been waiting for and I grabbed Vinny's strong thighs and pounded his hole as hard as I could. I knew I would only last a few strokes before I was blasting my poison into the cumdump beneath me. "Oh fuck boy, here I come!" I shouted. "Take my poz load you filthy little pig!" I berated him as I buried myself as deeply as I could. Rob pinched his sore nipples as my dick throbbed deep inside him, coating his scraped up intestinal walls with my dirty load. Vinny just squeeled like the pig he was. I collapsed onto our rubber covered mattress as Rob took my place, stretching Vinny's hole more with his fat mushroom head as one of our friends held fresh poppers over his nose. Rob fucked him a little longer than I did, but he too didn't last too long before he was adding his toxic load into our pup's soon to be poz hole. Rob and I kicked back and enjoyed the glass pipe as we watched our poz friends, one by one rape Vinny's hole, adding more and more dirty cum into our slut. In just about 2 hours, he had taken 8 loads. We then helped him out of the sling and on to the fuck bench, reddish slime running down his legs. I smiled knowing the bench would rub his newly pierced tits causing him more pain as he was fucked further. Rob administered another slam right before I rammed myself back into him. I was able to fuck him longer this time, as was everyone else as well. Four hours and couple of booty bumps later, our puppy cumdump had 16 dirty loads pumped into his wrecked guts and his hole had become a dark red rosebud that leaked toxic seed after each man pulled out. I decided that wouldn't do. So after another slam, I proceeded to insert my fist into his gaping hole. Vinny whimpered and whined as his hole no doubt ached like it had never ached before, but hey, I had warned him. He was so high and his hole so fucked open that it practically sucked my fist right in. In no time I was almost to my elbow, well past his second sphincter. I wanted to make sure to get as much toxic jizz as deep into him as possible. I deep punched his guts as hard as I dared while my guests pissed all over him. By this point, everyone was worn out and headed home. Everyone worn out except Rob and me. So after everyone left, we untied Vinny and removed all his gear. Then we took a now naked pup and had him straddle Rob on the bed, sitting on his cock. Then I slid my cock into him next to Rob's, and we double fucked that slutty cumhole until we eventually added two final toxic loads of the night, after which we both pissed up his ass. Acting quickly before it could leak out, I grabbed a fat plug and plugged the slut's trashed out hole. Then we diapered him up and put him back in his cage, leaving him like the worthless poz hole he would now become, but not before switching on a monitor that played the events of the night, as of course everything had been recorded for posterity. It took the whore two and a half months before he finally came down with the fuck flu. And I can't tell you how hot it was to fuck his puppy hole as he was ravaged by fever. He was forever our son.

I have a few... But I'd say these days my main one is getting gang raped by a bunch of hot young guys and beaten up hard in an alley! Breeding my guts one after the other and degrading me while at the same time beating the shit out of me! And when they're done they just leave me broken and bleeding in the dirt... Hopefully unconscious from a hard kick to the head before they leave

Maybe i'm wrong but i think all guys secretly want the load in there ass

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Nice piggy. You sound like a totally worthless piece of trash you faggot. Nice that you have a father willing to take advantage of what an obvious whore you are. lt's one thing to have a gay son, it's another to have a fucking faggotwhore for a son and knowing he isn't just willing, he's eager to be passed around by any men willing to use him for a fucktoy and even a literal whore that he can exploit for fun and for gain. Plus honestly, if you have an eager, talented cocksucker living in your house why wouldn't you use it. l bet you father loves fucking your used up, sloppy loose pussy when it's full of random mens loads. This is why I love fucking bitches who blow their own fathers. lt's like fucking a sub-human fucktoy and you sluts generally have no limits. it's like fucking human trash.

At the Glorious Health Club in DC 2 weekends ago. Everyone walking around with clothes on and I'm walking around in a jockstrap. In the dark room downstairs I was facing the wall with my ass pushed out a little. Guy comes up behind me with his dick out grinding against my ass. Don't know if he intended to fuck or not. But I was prepared and had already lubed my as up and had a little in my hand. I reached behind and lubed his dick up. As he pushed toward to grind on me I made sure his dick was lined up to my hole. He slid in and began to fuck me for a few minutes before I felt him push inside and hold it and let out a soft grunt as he unloaded inside me.

I love having a loose sloppy fuckhole. it really shows the guys who use me that I am a dirty, slutty, overfucked whore. I want men to know I am a faggot who has been used by a lot of men and taken a lot of big dicks up my ass. I want them to wonder how many huge cocks, fists, forearms, dildos and other objects have been shoved up my ass. when a total stranger fucks me up the ass I want him to know he is fucking a trashy whore. I don't just want my fuckhole to feel like a pussy, I want it to feel like a loose pussy and for it to stay gaped out, drooling cum between breeders. I love it when I'm laying blindfolded in a public sling between fucks and everyone can see how much cum is dripping from my trashed hole. specially when I hear guys talk about how loose it looks. I love when men with really big cocks are surprised how easily it slides up my ass. I love it when guys with thin cocks tell me or other men watching that they can barely feel my loose hole . I have even been told my cumfilled hole feels like a warm bowl of jello. its not enough for men to know I'm a faggot and a cumthirsty fem cumdumpster. I want them to know I am a cheap overused whore. my loose sloppy fuckhole is a badge of dishonour.

Chapter 6 - Virginity Lost His dick now soft, Adam finally rolled off of Brian and onto his back next to him. Laying in that bed, his own cum smeared all over his chest and stomach, while Adam’s toxic seed was beginning to seep out of newly destroyed asshole, Brian appeared still, but his mind was racing in a million different directions at one time. The two primary emotions fighting for space in his head were pride and fear. At first, fear took over. Even though he had, in the moment, decided to go with it as Adam made clear he was going to cum in him, whether he liked it or not, Brian had not come to that house having made a decision to get pozzed. He had, of course, only agreed to it after learning that it was unlikely he’d get infected… if the other guy was undetectable, which Brian had just assumed he was. His mind quickly darted to his parents and what they’d do he told them he had HIV. Being gay was one thing, and he wasn’t ashamed of it, because he now knew it was who he was. But getting pozzed was something he did; this one was a choice. And it was definitely going to he harder to explain. Brian also thought about Jake in that moment. He hadn’t quite realized yet how much he was longing to be with him. Ever since that first night where he jerked off to the thought of his classmate, Brian found himself more and more taken by him. And, Jake didn’t have a girlfriend, something Brian was keeping close tabs on. Obviously that didn’t really mean anything, but for a high school senior as hot as Jake not to be the subject of at least some girl-related drama was stoking Brian’s suspicions that maybe he too was gay, and maybe it could actually happen. But now, Brian felt that getting pozzed might mean he just lost Jake too. After catching his breath for a few minutes and fighting the whirlwind of emotions, Brian sat up and swung his legs off the side of the bed, not sure what he was doing or where he was going. So, he put his head in his hands, and he could feel he was starting to cry, not for any particular reason, but all of those conflicting emotions were just trickling out now as tears. His crying was soft, and Adam probably didn’t even notice, but he did see Brian with his head down. He rolled over closer to him, ran his hand slowly down his spine, and asked “How are you feeling?” “I…I don’t know” “You said thanks…” “I know…I…I don’t know” Adam may have just finished doing a pretty shitty thing to this virgin twink who was just starting to get his gay legs under him, but he wasn’t a sadistic person necessarily. He knew Brian thought he wasn’t going to get pozzed, but Adam loved gifting, had been off meds for about a month, and had decided he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to poz a high school virgin. So, while he didn’t regret what he had done, he wanted Brian to feel good about it. “Why don’t you hop in the shower and clean up?” he offered. Brian wasn’t sure if Adam planned to join him in the shower, or if he planned to kick him out after he cleaned his cum off of him, but he didn’t have enough space in his head to figure it out, so he let out a week “okay” and picked himself off the bed. Adam marveled at what he could see in front of him. Brian’s still semi-hard cock hanging off his thin body that was glistening with cum and sweat. As Brian stood still for a moment after getting up, clearly realizing his ass hurt, he could see some of his cum starting to flow out of his used hole. It was a shame, but he could sense he needed to give the boy some space. Brian winced as he started making his way towards the bathroom. He had dreamed so much about the feeling of a cock inside him that walking around with a recently opened hole, reminding him that he had finally accomplished that goal, was actually making him feel better. And, he was getting to experience was it felt like to have cum drip down his legs, one of the things he always thought was particularly hot when he read about it. For a mostly smooth twink, his legs were the only part of his body with a bit of soft fuzzy hair, and he could feel his balls stirring as Adam’s cum slowly rolled down the inside of them. By the time he was in the hot shower, he was feeling better. He was still shaking, though it was different now than it was as he was driving over. He was consciously nervous about the consequences of what he had just done, but even just the walk to the bathroom and now the rinsing of his cum off of himself in another man’s shower was kicking his teenage lust back in to gear, and that second emotion, pride, began to gain the upper hand in his mind. He felt hot. Really hot, and proud of himself. He was a shy 18 year old, and yet he had driven in to Boston to meet up with a 52 year old who he let take his virginity. HE had done that. It wasn’t done to him; Brian had made the choice to have sex, to lose his virginity, to make the questionable decisions in pursuit of cock. He felt how he had wanted to feel- that if tomorrow wasn’t Saturday, he would would stride in to school the next morning smirking, with a particular swagger, knowing he had done something sexier than anyone else in school probably ever had, even if he was never going to tell them about it. Quickly enough, his cock began to stir again, and while the feelings of guilt and nervousness didn’t go away, they were firmly in the passenger seat now. He got out of the shower, dried himself off, and opened the door back into Adam’s master bedroom to find he wasn’t there. He could hear commotion in the kitchen. He initially went to pick up his clothes, but then he figured he didn’t really need them, and he walked out to the rest of the house to find Adam, who was sitting in his gym shorts at the kitchen island. “Hey kid” Adam said cheerfully. Brian chuckled, “hey old man.” “Rude.” Adam replied playfully. “I’m kinda surprised you haven’t run out of here yet.” “I’m kinda surprised too.” “How you feel?” “Umm, kinda hard to say. Like, I’ve never felt sexier, but I still can’t believe you pozzed me.” Adam smirked. Again, while he wanted Brian to feel good, he didn’t feel bad about what he’d done, at all. “That might be why you feel so sexy.” “Maybe, but obviously I’m a little concerned.” “Don’t worry about it now. Plus, you did your research, you know it won’t kill you. Here, want a beer?” Adam had already started in on a Sam Adams when Brian was in the shower, and he went to open the fridge to get the boy one. “Thanks, but I don’t like beer.” “Hah, you’re such a teenager. I’m gonna guess you haven’t drank enough to learn to like it yet.” “But I’ll take a shot of that Absolut” “Ooh, like the hard stuff huh?” “Not really, just know I can get it down quick and it calms my nerves.” Adam poured Brian a couple fingers worth into a rocks glass and slid it over to him. He quickly picked up the glass and downed it. There was a little more than he had expected in the glass, so he coughed a bit, but managed to mostly get it down without looking too much like a child. “Take another” Adam said as he poured more vodka into the glass, and Brian repeated the same motion. Being the shy kid he was, Brian hadn’t ever really drank much before. He got drunk once with a couple friends while playing dungeons and dragons, and had snuck a couple shots at home a few time to rebel or relax, but he still didn’t have any tolerance for alcohol. So those two quick drinks went to his head, fast. He turned around to look at the TV as laughter caught his attention. Adam had never turned the TV off. James Corden had replaced Colbert, and he was doing a carpool karaoke with Tom Holland, who Brian had a major crush on. As the vodka started to work its magic, he stood and watched the two Brits being ridiculous for a moment before walking the short distance from the kitchen into Adam’s living room. He then leaned over the back of the sofa, legs crossed with one foot on top of the other and ass out, as he watched. Adam’s face lit up with a big smile. He could not resist Brian’s exposed ass now. He had been trying to give him space, but as Brian swayedwith the music while bent over the couch, Adam’s cock hardened again in a hurry. Even he was impressed that he had rebounded that quickly, so he hopped up and walked over behind Brian, dropping his shorts along the way. He grabbed Brian’s hips, telling him “you can’t just lean over like that and not expect me to fuck you again.” “What makes you think I didn’t expect it?” Brian replied. He turned back for a moment to look at Adam with a wicked smile across his face. The vodka was really kicking in now, and Brian’s inhibitions were gone. He wanted it again, and he uncrossed his legs and stuck out his ass as an invitation. Adam didn’t waste any time. His cock finished hardening instantly when he rubbed it against Brian’s soft skin, and this time using his own cum as lube, drove it into Brian’s asshole balls deep in one swift lunge. Brian yelled loudly in pain as he was invaded by Adam’s poz cock again, this time without any pretense of letting him get used to it. Adam’s couch had a low back, so it was perfect for pushing Brian down by his back in to an almost 90 degree angle and beginning to jackhammer him with his 8 inch cock. As opposed to the first time, in a bed, looking each other in the eyes, being asked if he was ready, Brian really felt now like he was just getting used as a fuck toy. He basically had no leverage, bent over as he was, and he was clearly impaired already by the vodka, so he just closed his eyes and gave himself over Adam’s ruthless pounding. There was no headboard this time to slam in to the wall, but Brian’s yelps each time Adam drove into him were probably making just as much noise. He was loving feeling this way, powerless. Adam fucked Brian ruthlessly over his couch, working up a sweat as he held Brian down and slid his cock in and out. Eventually he was tired of being bent over the boy, so he pulled out for a moment and pulled Brian up. He continued to hold him by the waist and directed him up against the wall. This was one of Adam’s favorites. He put his arm around Brian’s upper chest and bent him back he drove into his ass again, Brian’s minuscule triceps flexing as he pushed against the wall so that he wouldn’t get thrown into it. “You ready for another poz load in you kid?” Brian was silent, continuing the guttural noises of being fucked as Adam drilled in to him again and again. He could feel his asshole getting forced open even more in this new angle, and it was driving him crazy with both pain and pleasure, though this time was far more on the pleasurable side than the first fuck. Adam didn’t say anything after that. They just continued fucking up against the wall without words until Adam, with no notice, shoved his cock so far into Brian that he basically picked him up off the ground, releasing more forceful ropes of poz cum deep into the high school senior’s tight ass. When he pulled out, Brian fell to the ground on his hands and knees. His legs were weak from the hard fucking, and he felt Adam’s cum leaking out of him even more this time. He stayed down, panting, trying to catch his breath, until Adam scooped him by the armpits and walked him over to the couch, falling down onto the cushions and allowing Brian to fall on to him. Adam held him there, his thoroughly used former virgin boy, cum dripping out of him, as they watched the rest of the Late Late Show and both dozed off, thoroughly spent. ***** Brian woke up in a pitch black living room. There must have been a timer on the lights and TV. He craned his neck to look back into the kitchen to see the time on the stove: 3:45am. The vodka had worn off by now, as had the lust. Now, on this couch in the dark, he felt scared again. His mind went from asleep to racing, again questioning why the hell he just let that happen. He had shifted off of Adam as they slept, so he quietly got up and went to the bedroom to grab his clothes. He slid on his boxers and his sneakers, and didn’t even bother with the rest of his clothes; he just picked them up in ball and quietly exited the house and went to his car. He started making his way home, but he could barely keep his thoughts on the road. He pulled over into a strip mall parking lot, turned off the car, and took a deep breath. He had just spent the night getting fucked. By a man. An HIV positive man. Not once, but twice. He loved it, but he hated himself for loving it. He was still turned on, but he was also still scared. Sitting in his car, in the dark, his cock started tingling again. He pulled his boxers off over his sneakers, took it out and started jerking off, basically naked in this strange parking lot lit up yellow by old street lights. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this there, but what the hell, he had just done something even “worse”. He got his 7.5 inch cut cock nice and hard and thought back to himself begging Adam to poz him, jerking furiously, until he grunted, thrust his hips up off the seat, and sprayed five big ropes of cum up on to his chest, some even landing on his shoulders. He wondered if the cum all over him was toxic. He kept his boxers off, turned the Jeep back on, and drove home, naked and covered in cum.

What a wonderful way to be introduced to the cum craving bareback pig inside you. My cock is leaking and my cunt is twitching hungrily dreaming of your next chapter. I thank my lucky stars for writers like you on BZ. Thanks slut

I was out driving around today and I passed the three ABS left that have glory holes. I noticed that one said closed out of business on it. We use to have 7 places with glory holes and I visited all of them and sucked many beautiful, very tasty cocks. Soon the damn do gooders will have forced all of the ABS with glory holes to close. That will be such a sad day. Only one thing I can do and that is to visit these last two places everyday and suck off at least 10 hard cocks. I am going to enjoy trying this everyday.

Great start. Reminds me of my poz house boy. He was lazy but awesome cumdump..

I'm in Portland for a long weekend. I got here, rested a bit, and went on Sniffies to find out where to cruise. Liberated World was recommended. I drove over and went into the Whack Shack as they call it. There was a big bear naked on one of the couches. I sucked him and then offered my hole. He took it and blew a load in me. I'd been there five minutes and already been bred. There were two guys watching the straight video and I started sucking one. Made the same offer, but he was a total bottom. Moved on to the other but he didn't want to fuck me. Instead, the other guy rode him until he came and the two left together. Now it was just me and a big guy. He declined all help. It got really dull for about an hour and he finally accepted my mouth. I offered my hole but he wanted a condom. I declined and then when he got close, I sat down on his bare cock with no objection. He left and I was getting ready to go, but then a new daddy walked in. He got undressed and revealed two artificial limbs. It took him a while to get hard, but, he got on his knees and I got fucked by an about amputee for the first time. I played a little with an old guy who walked in but he couldn't get hard and I left. Got back to the Airbnb and thought I would go to bed, but then the itch still needed to be scratched. I went back on Sniffies and tried a local park but it was a pick up spot, not a place to actually fuck. Then a bunch of guys mentioned Buckman Field. I went. Walked until I met someone who gave me all the cruising tips. Then he gagged me with his cock and fucked me. He spit in my mouth and moved me to doggy before breeding me. I came across two guys playing and they took turns on me then one fucked the other into my hole. He bred me that way and then the other guy bred me. I got a polite rejection from a cute Indian guy before moving on. Six loads. Not bad for the first day.

3. Really, I had no choice. Not only had I told TJ I would suck the next cock, but there was the fundamental compact of the glory hole I had to remember. I had assumed the position as the cocksucker. It was my job to suck. It was not my job to pick and choose between different men. Each one deserved their blowjob and each one deserved their orgasm. Even a black man deserved it. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and began to lick the cockhead. It was salty with sweat and as I licked, a bit of pre-cum dribbled out. "That's what I expect from you, cocksucker," TJ said, as I took more of the head into my mouth. I didn't want TJ to see me here and to know how easy it was for me to debase myself and lower myself to the point of sucking off a black man. TJ still felt like a special case. Despite, or maybe because of, the color of the stranger's skin, the knowledge he was black helped calm me down as his shaft penetrated my mouth. As the stranger's dick grew and hardened, it was clear he wasn't going to be as big as TJ. But it was still more than enough to be a mouthful. "Do a hit of your poppers," TJ said. "And all the way down." I held the brown bottle under my nose and inhaled deeply. The sweet chemical scent filled my lungs and the warm waves of relaxation swept over my body. My throat opened up in response, and the black man's cock slid into it. Although it was not as thick as TJ's shaft, it was still big enough to press against my windpipe and made it difficult to breathe. I fought back the urge to gag and choke on it. "Don't fight it," TJ said. "So fucking hot to hear you gag on that black dick." He was still stroking his cock, and I felt him twitch each time I made a gagging noise. Even though I wanted to watch TJ, my focus had to remain on the cock in front of me. The stranger wanted release now, and despite my misgivings, I had signed up to be the man to give him that release. I did another quick hit of poppers, which wiped the last of my concerns from my mind. I pressed my lips against the base of the stranger's cock and the entire length of his shaft slid into my mouth and throat. It was cocksucking reduced to its essential features: mouth and dick. The stranger moaned, and the steady drip of pre-cum increased. "Take his load," TJ said. "Just like you said you would." My lips were pressed again the base of the stranger's dick and my throat was massaging his cockhead. From my position, I could tell just how close the black man was to cumming. In a few seconds, I would have no choice but to swallow the load. It would be the penultimate humiliation, to swallow a black man's load. There was only thing worse of course, and that would be to let a black man cum in my ass. The stranger's breathing was getting faster as were the thrusts of his cock. It was also getting harder for me to stay in position. Every fiber of my self was screaming at me not to allow myself this humiliation. It was a choice. I wasn't a perfect Aryan, but I was certainly better than the nigger at the glory hole. It was suddenly too easy to think of him using those charged words. My internal struggle must have exposed itself, because TJ continued speaking, his lips right against my ear. "Don't even dream of pulling off. If you do, you will regret it." He kept on stroking his cock with one hand, but the other one reached down for my balls, and grabbed them. "Make my brotha happy," he said, giving my testicles a squeeze. I tried not to wince; teeth against cock were not a good combination. Even as my balls screamed, I kept on nursing his shaft, coaxing him towards release. I held the bottle of poppers under my nose and inhaled deeply. As the warm rush rolled over my body, I remembered the first time I had really seen a black man. We were on vacation, and we had gone to a grocery store. A black man was on his knees, scrubbing the floor. I was staring, and when we were just barely out of earshot, my dad turned to me. "That's a nigger, son," he said. "And he's doing what he was meant to do. On his knees, making our world better." Now it was me who was serving the black man. "Keep on sucking him," TJ said, his hand still grasping my balls. "Make him happy." I didn't want to be here anymore. I didn't want to be leaning against a plywood partition in the sleaziest sex club in the city, sucking off an anonymous black guy. I didn't want TJ squeezing my balls, making sure I swallowed the black guy's load. I didn't want the certain knowledge that TJ and I would go back to the room where TJ would fuck me. The poppers were wearing off, and I was suddenly conscious of what I had gotten myself into. It was at the exact same moment of clarity that the stranger reached orgasm. His cock pulsed and a spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. All I could think was that I was eating a black man's cum. A nigger's cum. I started to pull off; I couldn't stand that I was letting myself be so completely lowered by his orgasm and his cum. "No you don't," TJ said, and he squeezed my balls tightly. Pain radiated out from my groin. If I pulled off, the pain was only going to get worse. But, if I let another drop of cum into my body, I was going to be forever marked. Basic self-preservation battled with self-worth long enough for another jet of cum to travel down the stranger's cock. This time it landed in my mouth, spreading across my tongue. His cum was bitter and salty and had the acrid tang I associated with heavy drug users. It was the prompt I needed, and I jerked my head back, pulling off his cock, right as it discharged another volley of jizz. This one landed in my eye. I blinked, but the damage was already done. It would take a while before the burn fully developed, but for the next few days, it would be a reminder of how I had debased myself. There were two more quick spurts, both landing on my face. The hot cum burnt my face, but it was nothing compared to the pain radiating from my balls. As soon as I had pulled off, TJ had squeezed hard. As the cum started to drip down my cheek, the stranger pulled back with an audible grunt of disappointment, and wrapped the towel back around his waist. I reached up to try to wipe the cum from my eye. Only then did TJ release my balls but it was just to slap my hand down. "What the fuck you think you did there?" There was no relief for me. The cum was really starting to burn, and the blood rushing back into my testicles hurt more than TJ's squeeze. I forced my hands back to my side, fighting the urge to wipe off my face. TJ reached down and slapped my balls hard. I gasped, letting a bit of the jizz drip into my mouth. "Let's go back to the room," he said. His voice was flat, unemotional. It would have been better if he were angry. I grabbed my towel, but TJ motioned me to give it to him. "You haven't earned that yet." He slapped my balls one more time, the hardest yet, and I grunt in pain, almost doubled over. He ignores my agony, steps out of the cubicle. "Follow me," he says. I follow, the cum burning my eyes and dripping down my face, my balls throbbing in pain, and my cock a small, soft tina-tool. I tried to remember earlier, walking to the glory hole, almost proud of getting TJ hard. I didn't know what had changed. Maybe it was the difference between knowing what a perfect specimen TJ was and the utter uncertainty of the glory hole or maybe it was the first booty bump starting to wear off. In either case, it was hard for me to meet anyone's eye and it was hard for me to focus on anything but TJ's feet guiding me inexorably to the small room. "Open it," he said. I fumbled with the keys, but opened the door. "Go in. Kneel down like a faggot should." There was no arguing with his commands; I knelt down on the floor. I wondered the last time it had been mopped; there was some grit against my knees. TJ closed the door and sat down in front of me. I looked up just enough to see his legs spread, his impressive manhood erect and thick between them, and his balls hanging down, heavy with cum. I brought my hand up to wipe off my face but TJ stopped me. "Not yet, cocksucker," he said. "Hands behind your back." I did it. TJ picked up the pipe and the lighter. He heated it up and did a slow hit from it. I dared to raise my eyes a few times, but TJ barely acknowledged me. His attention was focused on the pipe, the careful ritual of smoking, and the pleasure it was bringing him. He grunted as he put the pipe down. I looked up and he shook his head, the disappointment obvious. But he did not say anything. He held the hit, and then exhaled it. Without speaking, he picked up the pipe again, and repeated the process. This time, it was even longer and slower. He was filling his lungs with the potent drug. I wanted to be a part of that, to have the mistakes of the day, the mistakes of my life erased in the pleasures of the white clouds. He held the hit for what seemed like hours, before he leaned in and exhaled the hit directly into my face. The thick cloud only further exacerbated the burn in my eyes. "What did you do back there, faggot? At the glory hole?" TJ asked me. "I'm sorry," I started to say. "Sir," I added, remembering at the last minute what he had told me about how to show him the respect he wanted. I started to continue. I needed to justify my actions, somehow. "I couldn't take the nigg..." I stopped myself. The word had come out so naturally, but I immediately knew it was a mistake. It was a bad mistake. I forced myself to look up at TJ. I needed to know just how bad it was. He was smiling. It was not a pleasant smile. It was an evil smile. Then, suddenly, I was looking away from him. It took a second for the sensations to catch up: TJ had slapped me on the side of the face. He had slapped me hard; there were stars in my eyes, a ringing in my ear and my cheek was burning. "What did you just say?" he asked me. "The black guy's" I was suddenly looking the other direction. He had slapped me again. This time the slap was harder. "No. You need to say what you said. Not what you wanted to say or you wished you said. "Nigger's cum." As soon as I had said it, I was back to looking left. The third slap was the hardest of them all. I had always known what I had said was wrong. But, as the stinging on my face slowly cooled off, I had a deeper understanding of how wrong it was. The slaps were not just corrective. I could feel just how angry TJ was. How angry that I had used that word. That I had dared to not swallow the black man's cum. "Better. Now. Wipe off your face." I ran a finger over my cheek, scooping up a few drops of sperm. "Eat it. Like you should have done back at the glory hole." I licked it off my fingers. It was just as acrid and bitter as when I had first tasted it. Even so, I wanted to taste more of it. It was the taste of a man, a tiny part of him that he had blessed me with. "All of it," TJ continued. I scooped up more of the cum from my face, licking my fingers greedily. I couldn't get enough of the bitter fluid. "Tastes good, doesn't it?" TJ asked. I nodded, even though I knew he didn't care about my answer. "Must be like heaven for you." I nod again. "You want another hit?" TJ asked me. I nodded. The tectonic plates of my life had been slowly shifting over the past few months. The three slaps to the face TJ had just given me had been the push for them to finally give way. The pieces were still scattered, and I needed something to help with the awful task of re-assembling it all. "Please sir." "I figured as much," TJ said. He found the bag of crystal and opened it. He carefully extracted a large shard. It was larger than I wanted and definitely larger than I needed. "There is an easy way." He smiled again. The same smile he had a few seconds ago when I had first said the n-word. "And a hard way. Which do you want?" I swallowed. "The easy way," I said. "Which one do you deserve?" he asked. It was the harder question. I was scared of what the hard way was; my imagination was running wild with possibilities. I also knew that nothing I had done meant I deserved the easy way. I had fucked up too many times already. "The hard way. Sir." If he allowed me the easy way, it would be a gift from a god. And the god would be a cruel and dark god. It would be a god like TJ. "Good faggot," he said. "Learning what you are. What you are entitled to." He laughed. "Now, stand up and turn around." I stood up and turned around. There was a large mirror on the wall, but it was positioned so that my image was blocking my view of TJ. All I could see was his legs and his hard cock, pointing straight up. "Bend over," he said. I bent over, raising my ass up in the air, and exposing it to him. "Nice. Now, spread your legs," he said. I did as he told me, shuffling my bare feet against the floor. From previous trips here, I knew the floor was only just barely cleaned between customers, and my feet were getting dirty from the accumulated sweat, lube, cum, and other things still on the floor. I forced myself to keep my balance, as my balls and holes were exposed to the air. It was a uniquely vulnerable position, and it was only a matter of time before TJ took advantage of my undefended parts. I closed my eyes for second, right as TJ chose to attack. There a quick brush of his against my thigh, then a throbbing aching pain radiating from my balls. I stumbled, trying to keep my balance in the face of the agonizing bolts of pain still shooting out. "Don't fall down, faggot," TJ said, laughing at my efforts to stay composed. "And next time, you better stay still." I braced myself, waiting for another flick of his fingers against my balls, but instead, he pressed a thick finger up against my hole. At least he had licked his finger; the thin layer of spit was all the lube I was going to get right now. He pushed it in and started to stretch me open. Eventually, it would be his cock up there and I cherished the opportunity get opened up slowly. He pulled his finger out, leaving me empty. "Please, Sir," I moaned. I wanted his finger back in me. I needed something in me: a finger, a toy, a dick, something. The tina was hitting me hard, and the last of my inhibitions were falling away. I was wagging my ass at him, all but begging him to fuck me. "Please, I need more." As soon as I said it, I knew it was a mistake. Before I could react, he slapped my balls. The pain was exquisitely perfect and I forced myself not to move at all. "That's the submissive faggot I've been needing. Good cocksucker," he said. He slapped my balls again, not quite as hard as before. But my balls were already sensitized and the white-hot ache filled my world. I gasped, trying to stay in the room with TJ. "Stay with me, TJ said. He was gently rubbing his fingers against my nutsack. Under normal circumstances, it would have felt amazing. But my balls were still recovering from the two rounds of TJ's abuse, and each finger stroke was another volley of pain. "Stay with me," he repeated, more insistently. It would have been far too easy to disassociate myself from the scene at hand, but TJ would have able to tell. From the tone of his voice, it was obvious that the repercussions for that escape would be far worse than the simple agony I would otherwise endure. "Such a good faggot," he said. His finger strokes were now light taps, reminding me just how vulnerable I was. But I didn't care. The tina was blasting through my veins now, and concepts formerly off-limits were now fair game. I wanted to give up my ass to TJ, to let that hard ebony shaft impale me. No, better, I wanted that fat nigger dick in my white hole. Against everything I had believed in, this was the ultimate in perversion. A fine what man, giving up his holes to a black man. "You need a reward, I think," TJ muttered. "Please, Sir," I moaned. I wanted his nigger cock in me and I didn't care that it was at least twice the width of anything I had yet taken today. But, at least for now, TJ was looking out for me. His fingers returned to my anus. He pressed them against my hole, and forced the sharp shard of tina we had selected earlier into me. It burnt and cut when TJ thrust his finger into me, and pushed the potent shard into me. "Just give that a minute to melt, and we will be flying together, faggot!" He laughed. "You ever make a guy wear a rubber? Or are you a total bareback slut?" "Bareback slut," I said. "No condoms." "But only white guys?" "Yeah," I said. I knew there was no way this was going to end well for me. But there was no way that lying would end any better. "At least so far." "Well. Tonight's gonna be your lucky night. Time for you to get a black cock up that racist white ass of yours." TJ pulled his finger almost all the way out, then shoved it roughly back in. I grunted as his fingers scraped against my vulnerable flesh. " And a brown cock," he continued. He pulled his finger back out and added a second one to the assault. "And a red cock. An entire fucking United Nations of cocks. It's gonna be fun." He laughed. It was clear the one thing it was not going to be for me was fun. With his two fingers still deep in my hole, he reached over, grabbed the door, and opened it. It swung open easily, exposing me bent over, naked, two black fingers buried in my white ass to anyone who would happen to walk by. "Ever had a rainbow of cum drip down your thigh?" TJ asked. It was more than loud enough for anyone to hear, but luckily, there was no one in the hallway. "No," I said. "Well, tonight's gonna be your lucky night, faggot," TJ said. He continued to finger fuck me. Despite the roughness of his thrusts, I still pulled my ass cheeks apart as far as I could. At the deepest points in his shoves, he pushed the shard further into me. It was slowly melting and getting absorbed by my body. Like his finger-fuck, I had no choice but to accept it, utterly powerless against the certain consequences. In fact, it made me spread my ass even further, eager for his fingers, for anything, to penetrate me. TJ noticed. "Hell yeah," he said. "Let me in." "Fuck me," I moaned. I needed more than just his black fingers inside me. As twisted as it sounded to me, I needed his cock inside me. Yeah, he was a black guy. But in the perverted logic of the tina high, it seemed almost appropriate. It seemed like the right thing to do, to let him inside me. "Please," I grunted, as TJ shoved his fingers back into me. "Not yet, faggot. When it's time." He pulled out and shoved them back into me. "And we'll both know when it's time for me to fuck you." This thrust was harder than before, and I stumbled a bit. As I recovered, I glanced towards the now open door. There was a guy standing there; in the dim light it was hard to tell anything about him. "Mind if I take a try at fucking him?" the stranger asked, stepping into the room. Once in the room, the light was marginally better, and I could see he had the olive skin of an Italian or Greek, with a slim, muscular body. His muscular pecs and washboard abs were covered by a layer of dark hair, thick enough to make it obvious he trimmed. But, the towel wrapped around his waist hid his most important asset. "Be my guest," TJ said. The stranger extracted a condom from his towel. "You don't need that," TJ said. "Good. I was going to find an excuse to take it off anyway." He tossed the packet on the bed. "That what I think it is?" he asked. "Yeah," TJ said. "Want a hit?" "Hell yeah," the stranger said. In the mirror, I watched TJ hand the stranger the pipe and torch. The stranger gently kicked the door closed before heating the pipe, and it was not long before a tendril of smoke emerged from the bowl. He took his time, doing several hits before finally pulling the torch away and exhaling one last large cloud. "He need one?" he asked TJ. "Nah. He just did a booty bump." The stranger handed the pipe back to TJ. "Good," the guy said. "He'll need it. I fuck hard when I'm tweaked." "That's good," TJ said. "Mark needs a hard fucking. Don't you?" he asked me. It was hard for me to follow the conversation; the drugs were flowing through my veins and my hole was burning. I couldn't tell if the burn was from the crystal still dissolving in me or my need to finally get fucked. I had sucked a lot of dick, but no one had yet fucked me. "Yeah," I finally said. I pulled my ass cheeks back apart, hoping that the stranger would take the hint. "See?" TJ said. "All yours." "Yeah," the stranger said. He undid the sloppy knot on his towel and tossed it onto the bed. It revealed a thick, uncut cock, hanging down between his muscular legs. His cock was only a little smaller than TJ's, but against his short gymnast body, it seemed absolutely massive. I hoped that I would be able to take it, since defeat here would bode poorly for my ability to accommodate TJ's tool. "He lubed up?" "Nah," TJ said. "If he's gonna take that thing, he'll need a bit." Luckily, I had pulled a bottle out of my bag when we first got into the room, and TJ tossed it to the stranger. He poured what felt like only a few drops on my hole; it was hardly enough to prepare me for his dick. In the mirror, I saw him pour a lot more on his dick and start to stroke it. "Nice," TJ commented, as the stranger's cock stiffened, lengthened and hardened. "Been fucked yet tonight?" he asked. His cock was now sticking straight out in front of him, hard and erect. Like a deadly snake, it glistened from the coating of lube. I knew it was not enough, but in the moment, it was hard for me to come up with the words to ask for more. "Not yet," TJ said. He continued, able to say the words I was struggling with. "You should pour a bit more lube on his hole. He's just starting out and we don't want him out too early in the night." "Right on," the stranger said. He poured some more of the cool liquid on my hole, and stuffed a finger into me. "Fuck," he said, as I felt his finger brush up against the last of the shard. "Tina's not even fully melted. He's gonna be flying." Something about his tone made my cock shrink, even more than the tina had already done. I was already pretty damn high, and any more would leave me a tweaked-out mess. I had only been this high once before. It was right as I was first exploring my sexuality. The drugs lifted so many inhibitions, and it was not long before I was taking cock after cock. Tonight was already starting out similarly, only so far, it had been all black and Latino cocks that I had taken. "Yeah," TJ said. "That's the entire point. Get him totally fucked up. Now, you need to get him fucked." The stranger didn't need to be told twice. He pulled his fingers out of my ass, leaving me gaping and hungry. He immediately replaced them with the very tip of cock. I gasped, but the stranger ignored me and pressed his shaft on in. The little bit of finger-fucking I had gotten from TJ and the stranger was hardly enough, and the pain radiated out of from my anus. I bit down, but it provided hardly any relief. "Just relax. You're gonna take it all, don't worry about it," the stranger said.

I watched Jake abuse the boy's stiff dick like the expert, seasoned cocksucker he'd become. Tanner was completely lost in the sensation, being edged almost continuously and not being able to cum. I had to admire my handiwork as the two hot little studs made out with other, feeling each other's tight little bodies, massaging, squeezing, exploring as their tongues embraced. I took a final hit, sauntered over to the boys, put my mouth next to theirs and exhaled, watching the boys breathe in the white cloud as it dissolved around them. I joined them in a three way kiss, sucking on Tanner's tongue then moving to shove my tongue down Jake's throat. "Can I fuck him ?" Jake whimpered I patted him on the head, "Not yet...I'm gonna replace the seed you felched out of him" "Ok daddy" Jake replied, my dick stiffened. "Tanner, daddy's gonna fuck you...when he cums, clench your ass...I don't wanna see his vim leak out...I don't want to punish you" Jake commanded, in between sweetly kissing the boy. "Turn around, turn out your ass and spread your cheeks boy" I said Tanner complied instantly, straddling the chair. Jake went round the back, stood on a Stoll and shoved his cock into the jocks throat one thrust and his 8 inches vanished without so much of a cough from Tanner. I rubbed my now concrete shaft on the boys hole... "Open it boy" I said, he complied...his tight boy cherry parted ever so slightly, pulsed open. I took the opportunity to shove my index finger in at its most open. It was like hot silk up there and I had to moan. "Its going to be rough boy, I'm going to Fuck you into manhood" I fingered his prostate and I swear he nearly swallowed Jake's ball sack as well as his entire shaft. "You'll thank me later when some of my friends Fuck you into oblivion....you won't want to be tight in an hour boy, and you won't be" I ran my nail along his pleasure button and felt him spasm uncontrollably.... another anti-orgasm swept over him. I ripped my finger out and delighted as he hole stayed open just a little bit longer. "1..." I said, spitting on my hand. "2..." "Here...we...go" "3" I shoved my entire shaft up his gently open cum-lined shoot...this time he moaned hard and Jake pulled out of his throat. "Just in case" he laughed. He took a hit of poppers, and watched me as I pressed into Tanner. He was way too tight for what I had planned and he'd have to loosen up quickly, 3,4,5 inches pushed past his hole's resistance. The boys shared the amyl and, in no time I was buried to the hilt in his hot little ass. My hands gripped his hips tightly as he breathed deep and hard. No help waiting, the boy needed it hard if he was going to make it through our party. I started pulling out, I thought he was about to scream but he moaned deeply instead. "Yesssss" he sighed in a thick baritone I'd have to thank Bruno, my dealer later...whatever he'd given me, was working magic on Tanner. Even as his ass lips tugged against my invading cock, blossoming on my being shaft, he still wanted more. I shoved back in. "Whoah" Jake clapped, "Fuck that's hot" "Can..." Tanned started as I shoved in and out of his de-virgined cunt "Can...I...uh....please....uh...God...suck your cock!" He cried, head up back low, ass out. Jake looked at me with sheer glee, took a step forward, eyes still fixed on mine and planted Tanner at the root of his dick...matching my thrusts into the Adonis' throat. Bit by bit, I felt Tanner's hole stretch but, not quick enough. He'd make all our guests cum in seconds in this state....I was only lasting so long because of sheer, mental diligence. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and pummelled the boy's pussy like it was going out of fashion, in out, feeling it tense looser and looser around me. The the fog of my discipline of not cumming, I felt Tanner move slightly, backing up towards me. Then another set of legs by mine. I slowed down, opened my eyes and saw that Jake was sitting in the chair, under Tanner...cock primed. He smiled at me over Tanner's shoulder. "Need some help?" he asked, pushing his cock head ever so slowly against the underside of my shaft. "You read my mind fucker" I said..."Here though" I pulled completely out of Tanner, rubbing my pre cum, ass juice coated shaft on Jakes, then shoved back in. Jake smiled, bit his lip and pressed his dick against Tanner's stuffed cunt. As Jake applied pressure, Tanner's head flew up "Yea!!" he cried..."Fuck me...uh...together!" You gotta love jocks, I thought. Always up for the challenge. I heard Jake grunt loudly, felt a piercing rip shudder through Tanner's body and then, Jake's cock head pop through the outer ring, lodged next to the base of my already ball-deep shaft.

I am also into this - I' about 4, 4.5 inches hard and very small when soft. I get off on tops laughing at me and making me feel as if it's part of the reason for me lying on my back taking random bare cock.