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My husband was at home with our son and I was out to slut around. I am such a fucking cheater. It has been months if not a year since I last got fucked and bred. So many bottoms and so few tops. I went to the Treasure Chest in Portland Maine this afternoon not really expecting much. It’s a Monday afternoon. Not the best time for cruising but I was horny as fuck. Haven’t had cock in my ass in months and almost no cocks to suck either. So I am In my usual booth with my pants around my ankles, some raw fucking on the screen, and my cock in my hand, one of the regular cocksuckers had already had a go at my bone. He’s got good skills but I was just not in the mood for a bj - giving one maybe but not getting unless it was from a young stud. There I sat wanking away when in comes a hot, fit ginger bear about 35 r so. 5’9” and a full beard. Woof! I grabbed his Cock through his shorts and gave it a tug. It was firm and long and growing fast. I pulled down his his shorts and out popped this hard, slim 7 inch cut cock with a nicely flared head. It was poker straight and delicious. I sucked it deep right off. Savored a musky man tang. The thought crossed my mind that this cock had already been in someone’s ass. I worked it for a couple of minutes and backed off. I asked “what are you into?” ”I’m a top,” he said. “Sweet” I replied as I hit the poppers. He reached for my ass and said “Let me see that ass.” Didn’t have to ask me twice. I stood and presented. He didn’t even wait for me to say fuck me. He just pushed his cock up against my ass. I spit on my hand a couple of times to lube up my ass and then the same for his cock. I guided him to my hole and he slipped right in. It hurt a little cause it was still a little dry but I didn’t care. I had a raw cock sliding up in my body and I was blissed out on poppers. His cock popped back out and I slicked it up again. This time it slid in up to his balls and he moaned “Yea, there it goes” and started pumping his bare cock deep into my body. I hit the poppers again and enjoyed the ride. He was quiet but had perfect rhythm and banged my prostate every time he pushed in. ”You want to cum in me don’t you?” I said “You want to breed my hole don’t you?” ”Fuck yea” and he started pumping faster. ”Breed me baby. I want you load. Load me up. Give me your babies” I begged for his load and he moaned and pushed in deeper and held it there unloading pulse after pulse of raw semen into my body. “Fuck yes. Give it to me.” He stroked in and out a few more times then pulled out. I sucked him clean and he tucked away with a big thank you for me. He left the booth and I sat back on the bench with my legs open fingering my cummy hole and licking my fingers clean. Well fucked and wanting more.

As requested...

I awoke later in the day while it was still light outside, and spent a few confused moments wondering where I was. However, as I noticed the leather accessories I was still wearing and the ache in my rear end, it all came flooding back to me. Yes, I had really spent the night in a dingy warehouse sex club, taking load after load of toxic cum. My stomach churned at the thought, and yet my dick started to harden again. I lay in the bed for a while, staring at the ceiling as I processed everything in my head. Although it hadn't entered my mind since I had arrived in Sydney and resumed my role as Peter and Aidan's personal cumdump, I now knew that all prospects for going back to my old life were gone. I was never again going to be the popular, hunky, athletic jock with a string of girlfriends and female suitors. I was never again going to be the alpha. But, I found myself wondering, did I really care? Was that ever who I actually wanted to be? Sure, I loved being athletic and sporty, and I seemed to be both comfortable and happy making lots of friends and being popular. However, maybe the girlfriends thing was me just playing a role. Maybe my ever-present curiosity about what it would be like to be with a man indicated that it was really a suppressed desire. The willingness with which I had submitted in the Whitsundays, the cock hunger I had exhibited as I made my way around the country, and the peace and calm I had felt while living with the guys in their apartment and taking several loads a day all seemed to indicate that my true nature had now been found. After realising that I could still be the popular sporty guy if I wanted, but just one who lived a different kind of life to all the colour-by-numbers types who normally inhabited that role, I felt at peace and ready to face whatever the rest of the day was going to hold. I therefore hauled myself out of the bed, opened the door and wandered off to see what the rest of this house was like and who exactly the two kind-faced gents were who had brought me back here after participating in my gang-pozzing. As it happened there didn't seem to be anyone about, but I found a note that had been left for me on a table by the front door. I was invited to make myself comfortable, eat or drink anything I wanted from the kitchen, and get myself cleaned up in the guest shower room by the back door whenever I fancied. A loose-fitting pair of shorts and a tank top had been left for me in there, so after having a couple of glasses of water I took up their offer and had a long, hot shower. Sensing that it was expected of me, I also detached the shower head and used the hose to get my innards cleaned out. Once all dried off and dressed in the clothes they had left, I made my way out into their little back garden to smoke a cigarette from the pack that had been left with the note. I was sat at a chair in the kitchen eating some scrambled eggs on toast I had made when the two guys came back from wherever they had been, about half an hour after I had got up. They were both shorter than me and a bit chubby, with a range of tattoos visible on their limbs and each sporting a significant piercing or two. The one with a big nose ring introduced himself as Gus, while his partner with the chunky hoop earrings told me he was called Steve. They told me they were friends of Peter and Aidan's, and had been hearing about me since the other two had got back from Queenslands. "I hope you're feeling well rested" said Gus, "you have a long night ahead of you." "Yes sir" I replied, sensing I should maybe adopt the submissive role. "Good boy" said Steve, "it's right that you should know your place now." "Yes sir" I replied again. "What will I be doing tonight?" "Tonight, boy, you're going alfresco" said Gus. "Alfresco?" I asked. "Yes boy" said Steve. "There's a special place by the river where you'll be the star attraction tonight." "We've put a couple of little bootie calls out for you" said Gus, "and there will be plenty of others passing by who will want a piece of you." I looked between them, and then down at the floor. "Sir...will they all be pozzing me?" I asked. Gus laughed. "I can't vouch for all of them boy, but the guys we've invited along are definitely very toxic." "Plus you'll get a few more loads from each of us, and we practically have AIDS" laughed Steve. I visibly winced at that last comment, while continuing to stare at the floor. "Don't be scared boy" said Gus, coming over to me and rubbing my back. "From what Pete and Aid have told us, this is who you are meant to be. But that doesn't mean you can't go on meds when we've finally converted you, just like they have. You can be a perfectly normal, healthy jock, who just happens to be a poz cumdump." I nodded again. "Thank you sir" I said quietly. "I think that's what I want." "OK, good" said Steve. "Well, we'll focus on getting you pozzed, and then Pete and Aid can talk to you about the rest before you go home." Despite all this talk of me knowingly and deliberately catching this disease, their comforting words seemed to sort out the muddle in my head, at least temporarily. We then spent the next couple of hours sat in the garden chatting, smoking, eating and drinking, and I found that I actually really liked the pair of them. I was actually feeling grateful that I got to be taken care of by them during this journey I was on. Once night had fallen they decided we better get ready, which involved little for me other than another clean-out and then putting back on the leather jockstrap from last night to wear under the loose shorts. Gus and Steve changed completely so that they were back in leathers, and then they proceeded to spray me from head to toe with insect repellent. "We want you pozzed, not eaten alive" said Gus as he rubbed the stuff up my inner thighs. "You'll also want to get some of this inside you" said Steve, handing me a tube of lube. "Once the guys get started on you later, you'll only have their loads to lube you." I duly squirted some out and rubbed it into my hole, then pulled my shorts back up and slipped the tube into one of the pockets. I then put on a pair of flip-flops Gus threw on the floor for me, and headed out the door with them into what appeared to be a quiet suburb. This time they walked me to fairly conservative looking car rather than the van they'd brought me home in last time, meaning I got to enjoy the view out the window as we drove. Sitting in the back seat I was also able to quietly finger and loosen myself up, adding more of the lube to really get myself ready. I didn't know Sydney enough to recognise anything for quite a while, so was still just as in the dark about where their house was as I had been the night before. However, at some point we were suddenly close to a big stadium that I realised meant we had reached the former Olympic Park, and from there it was only a bit more driving into increasingly quiet areas before we stopped at a giant, deserted car park and got out. From there it was a bit of a trek through some trees and fields until we arrived at a spot near the water that seemed to be completely secluded, with the only people around being three guys who seemed to be waiting for our arrival. "Here he is boys" announced Gus, as he and Steve led me towards an old mattress that had a large barrel standing next to it. "Get him over the barrel" one of the men said, which resulted in Steve urging me towards it. We stopped just in front of it, and he grabbed my shorts and pulled them down, encouraging me to step out of them. He left the tank top on me, and I bent forward to rest my hands on the barrel. "OK boys" said Steve, "get to pozzing!" So my night truly began...

The journey to the life I now lead began on my 19th birthday, in the tropical setting of the Whitsunday Islands in Australia. I was there for my gap year before university, and while I was mostly staying in cheap hostels on my trip, my family had paid for me to stay for a few nights at a luxury resort in the Whitsundays for my birthday. At the time I would rather they had just given me the money, but hey. I had arrived relatively late one night, and after the best sleep of my trip so far, I had spent the day relaxing by the pool and on the beach, taking full advantage of the free food and drink at the all-inclusive resort. That evening, as I sat by the pool and sipped on the champagne cocktail I had chosen to splash out a bit of extra cash to buy to celebrate my birthday, I kept noticing a couple of guys eyeing me up. They looked to be in their 40s or maybe early 50s, they were both pretty rugged and muscled, and the matching rings they wore suggested they were a couple. They would look away when I caught their eye, but each time their gaze would fall on me again shortly after. It was clear they were interested in me, and the longer this went on and the more of the cocktail I drank, the more fervent the butterflies in my stomach got. I was the popular kid at school. Tall, athletic, and apparently good looking based on the interest girls showed in me. My involvement in virtually every sport going, as well as a regime of training at the gym from the age of 16, had given me a great body that I continued to work on in Australia, even though I had to make do with lifting rocks at the beach rather than working out in an actual weight room. My time in the sun Down Under had also resulted in a nice tan all over, and I continued to shave much of my body hair to remain smooth and allow my muscles to really shine. My normally dark blond hair had lightened under the sun, and I kept it short and simply styled. I had lost my virginity at 15, and had a steady stream of girlfriends until I left for Australia. Indeed, I had also hooked up with quite a few women on my trip. However, I did have a curiosity about guys too. Not a longing or desire as such, but I did occasionally wonder what it would be like to be with a man. As the older couple continued to leer at me, and the alcohol loosened my inhibitions, I decided to see where this would go so I could perhaps satisfy that curiosity. To cut a not particularly long story short, before the day was out I was on my hands and knees on their bed, experiencing my first spitroast. The two guys, Aidan and Peter, were energetic and just the right amount of aggressive in their regular alternation between my front and back ends, such that I was rarely without both their sizeable cocks inside me. I loved it, and got to enjoy taking several loads from each of them up my arse and down my throat before dawn broke. For the remainder of my time in the Whitsundays I served as their cumdump. We spent almost all our time together, and I got to know them as kind and generous guys who had had to get creative with their sex lives given they were a pair of pure tops who had happened to fall hopelessly in love with one another. I, meanwhile, explored this new-found passion I had for bottoming, and was basically open to anything they wanted to show me. Double-fucking, bondage, fisting – you name it, we did it. They had travelled to the islands prepared for whatever they found, meaning I could be fully inducted into the ways of mansex with all the supplies you would ever need. We parted ways when my stay at the resort came to an end but with a promise that I would give them a call when I arrived in Sydney, which I had decided would be the city I stayed in for a longer period to find some work and earn some money before I set off on my travels again. Sure enough, a few weeks later I got in touch with them as I prepared to leave Melbourne, and was pleased when they insisted I save money on a hostel by staying with them for a bit. It wasn’t said directly but clearly implied that my rent would be paid with my holes, which I was absolutely fine with. Despite not being entirely sure about myself after I left the islands, and continuing to sort of believe I'd get a girlfriend back in the UK at some point, I soon found that I had an almost unquenchable desire to be fucked again. I had therefore been happily taking cock across the country as I travelled around, using hook-up apps, bars and even the odd public park as my means of meeting men. Despite being barebacked by Peter and Aidan, I had played safe thereafter and made every guy who got inside me use a condom. I wasn’t to know that I would never use one again as I boarded the bus to Sydney. I ended up staying with them for several months, occasionally going off travelling for a couple of weeks at a time, but otherwise working in a couple of shops, hitting the gym regularly, taking in all the entertainment and amenities Sydney had to offer, and then getting loaded up at night. Aidan and Peter enjoyed hosting parties, and I was soon one of the attractions on offer in their luxury apartment when their friends came to visit, often donning a skimpy waiter’s outfit over my increasingly muscular frame to notionally serve drinks and canapes to their guests but actually more so there was something for the various male visitors to rip off. For some reason I never asked anyone to use condoms, trusting in Peter and Aidan to look out for me. I even gained a sort of boyfriend in their close friend Jurgen, a Swedish ex-pat who lived nearby and had always been a regular dinner guest, and who now borrowed me on regular occasions to spend the night with him. In essence, I had become a very happy and well looked after manwhore. However, it was all too quickly the end of my time in Australia. Given the fun I was having and the money I was earning, I decided to cancel my plans to head over to New Zealand for a month and instead just stay in Sydney longer and then head straight back to the UK from there in August, prior to starting my university degree in late September. A couple of weeks before I left for the long journey home, Aidan and Peter let me know that they had organised a very special party for me to see me off, which I would ‘never forget’. They were tight-lipped on the detail, but I had to promise to keep myself free for the weekend, and be fully clean and ready by 8pm on the Friday so the festivities could begin. Friday evening came around, and at 8pm on the dot Aidan and Peter arrived home carrying a couple of shopping bags. They ordered me to strip, and then gradually tossed me bits of gear from the bags to get dressed into. By the end of it, I was standing before them in big heavy black leather boots, a tight-fitting pair of leather chaps, a black leather jock, a multi-strap leather harness, and a fat padded leather collar with red trim and matching cuffs. They seemed pretty happy, and I had to admit I loved the look too, mentally adding “leather fetish” to the list of things I was finding out about myself. We left the apartment and headed to their BMW in the basement car park, from where Aidan drove us for some time to an industrial area. We left the main roads and entered the back alleys, and eventually parked up behind what looked like a warehouse. There were a few men hanging around outside the door smoking, some in bits of leather but others dressed more casually, and they all turned and looked as I emerged from the car and walked with Aidan and Peter towards them, sizing me up and down as I approached. “This the boy, Pete?” asked one of them as we got closer. “Yes, ready and waiting” Peter replied. “Cool” said the man. “Get him inside and then you can be on your way.” I turned my head to Peter as Aidan urged me forward to the door. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Where are you two going?” “We’ll explain inside” Peter replied, not making eye contact with me. I had been nervously excited on the drive over, but now just felt exclusively nervous as the night seemed to be taking a bit of an unexpected turn. However, I trusted the two of them, so allowed them to lead me through the door and into the building, which was dimly lit and seemed to be deserted. They led me across an empty warehouse space and through another door, beyond which I could hear some low thumping music and lots of muffled male voices. Aidan closed that door behind me, and then they stopped and turned to face me. “What’s going on?” I asked again. “Well boy, this is how it is” Aidan replied. “You are a cumdump. A natural. You didn’t know it before you met us, but there’s no going back, is there?” I shook my head after a pause. “So” continued Peter, “tonight we’re helping you to complete your transformation to what you really are.” “The guys here tonight will be taking care of your needs for the next few days” said Aidan, “and then we’ll take care of you before you go home to London and start living your life the way you’re meant to.” “What does that mean?” I asked, my voice slightly high and shaky. “It means, boy” replied Peter, “that you need to be free of any constraints so you can get that perfect arse of yours fucked by anyone and everyone.” “It means” continued Aidan, “that you will be taking loads tonight that will change you forever, and for the better.” It started to dawn on me what they were talking about, and I felt a sinking feeling replace the nerves. Peter and Aidan were intending to get me pozzed. “You understand, don’t you boy?” said Peter. I looked down and nodded. “Yes sir” I replied, referring to him in a way I had only previously done during some evenings of role play. “I think you want it” said Peter, “and I know you need it.” After a pause I nodded again, saying nothing. My heart was kind of breaking, and yet I couldn’t deny that my cock was rapidly hardening in the confines of the leather jock. This didn’t go unnoticed. “Thought so” said Aidan. “We’ve known a lot of cumdumps over the years, and can always tell which ones just need a little push to give themselves over to their true nature. You, boy, are a classic case.” I just stood there looking at my feet, my mind seemingly both racing while also going blank. I knew I could just get out of there and stop this, but somehow I also knew I would be seeing this through. “What you don’t know is that we’re both undetectable” said Peter. “In fact, pretty much everyone who’s fucked you in this city is.” “What does that mean?” I asked. “It means that we’re all on meds and shooting blanks” said Aidan. “The guys in here tonight are the exact opposite, and you won’t be leaving here until you’re riddled with the bug.” “But this is your last chance” said Peter. “If you want to back out now then we’ll take you home.” When I said nothing, Peter smiled and patted me on the back, before turning and pressing a button on the wall. Moments later, another door opened and the corridor we were standing in filled with noise. I stood and looked towards it, until Aidan gently pushed me in that direction. However, this time they didn’t come with me, and as I approached the door I turned to look at them. “Have fun, boy” Peter said. “When you’re ready your bed will be waiting for you.” I nodded, then then turned towards the door and walked through.

Chapter 15 Duke and I got back to my house and he looked at me. "Did I do a good job for you? Are you impressed with me?" I wondered if he had been waiting the car ride to ask me those questions. I responded, "You did a good job far better than Austin." "Nice, I was wondering if it would be possible for me to move in here with you and Austin." "Is that what you want?" "Yes, I think it would be appropriate that I am here in case you have a need for me and to be somewhere that will appreciate me being a fag." "Well why dont you get some sleep and you can sleep in my bed with me." He instantly got in my bed all covered in cum, piss, spit, god only knows what but it was hot. He was owning his new life. I climbed into bed myself and heard my phone beep. It was the guys who took Austin. "You'd be impressed with how well your son is doing now and what he's letting us do to him. I am planning on dropping him back off to you in maybe 2 hours. What is your address?" I gave him my address and wondered what he was doing with him but I was too tired to care and I had Duke waiting for me to cuddle up next to him. So I just went to sleep. After 4 hours later I wake up a knock well more like a pounding on my door. I got up to see who It was and it was the dude from the van. "Hey, dropping off Austin?" "Yes, but before I get him from the van I want to talk to you. We took some liberty in well sealing his fate. You may not recognize him and he will need what's in this little baggie going forward or he will be suffering. So before he runs out text me and I will come get him to whore out so he can earn more. You ready to meet the new and improved son of yours?" "Sure". He motioned with his hand and out came Austin fully clothed with a thick collar around his neck. They made him walk from the van to the house on all fours like a dog. They handed me the leash. "Tell him to strip for you." "Strip boy". Then Austin removed his clothes I started to realize what they meant when they said letting them do to him. He had fag boy tatted on his chest, his nipples were pierced, his cock had a PA and a jacob's ladder. My mouth dropped. "Oh this isnt even all. Take off his outside collar and replace it with this thin inside one." I did and I couldn't believe what i saw tatted on his neck CUM was written on one side and DUMP on the other. "Wow, what did you do?" "Well we figured this will help remind him of his place and to stop putting up such a fuss. I mean is anyone but a bunch of pig men going to want him now? No. We just sealed his fate and you let us for the bargain price of $500." "boy you wanna show your daddy some of the tricks we have taught you?" Austin just shook his head. "ok boy show daddy how you tell your master you need more of your vitamins." He instantly came over and pulled my underwear down and started sucking on my dick. "See your boy is trained that he's only good for sex. He also is not allowed to speak unless given permission to speak. He must communicate with his actions and follow orders. ok boy show daddy what happens when your hungry" He went to the fridge and sat by it. "Now he will eat whatever you give him but it should be put in a bowl and set on the floor." My mind was racing I couldn't believe they turned him into this in such a short time. "Well we will leave you for now. I am sure we will hear from you in a couple days." I was in complete shock and really turned on. So I had Austin follow me to my bedroom and woke up Duke. "Hey which one of you wants my cock." They both got to work on me and I got a great idea. I had Duke mount Austin and then I slide into Austin. "We are going to fuck like a family." With that we did and I filled Duke and Duke filled Austin. Then I told Austin to go sleep on the floor next to the bed while Duke and I cuddled up together and went back to sleep.

Omg I went to a local park because I heard it was a good place for cum sluts like me. I sucked two guys off and was about to leave when a guy stepped out of the bushes and said he was watching the way I sucked and asked if I like to fuck. I said I'm a total submissive sir and he smiled and grabbed my hair and threw me down. He practically ripped my pants off and started spanking my bare ass hard. Then he spit on my hole and grabbed my hips.. and fucked me harder than I've ever been fucked in my life! And I'm 50.. and started being fucked at 11!!! He started choking me and said he was going to fill my little slut hole, then slammed into me and came. He pulled out and forced it in my mouth and ordered me to lick it clean, then left me half naked dripping cum ... Truly spectacular!

You speak of the ‘Information Age’ as though you mean the ‘Age of Enlightenment’. It’s anything but. Current events paint a stark picture of how radically the modern system of information dispersal promotes disinformation and empowers ignorance. Although the human mind is capable of brilliant insight and deep comprehension, that is the exception to human behavior rather than the rule. Instead, humans are by and large myopic, irrational, self-interested creatures still driven by limbic impulses and base instincts manifesting as emotional reaction. The herd still acts like a herd because it’s survived (and prospered obscenely) doing so for 50,000 years. There’s no imperative for humanity to shed its animal nature. Not quite yet, anyway. We are swiftly compromising our environment and our societies to the point that we may soon have to undergo significant adaptation to survive. The vast majority of people are not taught how to think critically, or at least never acquire the habit. It requires effort, and humans tend to be intellectually lazy. What’s more, deep thought often results in one realizing that most issues are much more complicated than they first appear, and the more one thinks about them, the less simple life seems to be in general. This sits so poorly with the average person that one might argue that humans as a mass may not be well-suited for intellect at all. No, you cannot expect men to screw their heads on straight about being “clean” anytime soon. They’re mired in a tar-pit of fear of what they do know about STDs, confusion about the conflicting information that’s flying around the web faster than they can sort it, and plain ignorance about questions they don’t even know to ask because they’re not stopping to think any of it through. Thinking is work, and not that many people know how to do it very well. It’s much easier to make a noise and see what noise comes back - that’s basically what goes on in the apps now - everybody’s stopped interacting at a meaningful level and are now just blindly pinging each other like submarines, hoping to get a familiar response that means it’s safe to raise the periscope. Factualness, accuracy, and objectivity are not values to most people unless they are instrumental as the quickest means of obtaining human needs (for reference, see Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs). The trouble is, not all needs are equal, or equally important at any given time. I may be so hungry I don’t give a damn about sex, but later I may be more than happy to skip a meal or two to slut around the clock at the bathhouse - yet food and sex are both essential. So are health, wellness, and social acceptance. We may be incredulous that a guy would recklessly expose himself to STDs in spite of all the best advice, but that advice doesn’t get him what he needs in that moment - sexual release, or a sense of belonging to a group of men whose sexual active lifestyle he admires. You’ll drive yourself crazy holding high expectations of your fellow human beings. I know this probably sounds jaded and bitter, but I no longer expect the best of people around me - I used to, very much, but they disappointed me every single time. They continue to do so. I’ve come to the conclusion that the standard I set for myself and demand of myself is simply too much to expect of anyone else around me. This is evident to me in that no matter how honest I am in my expressions, people can no longer even recognize integrity when they encounter it. “I expect you to be HIV, but I don’t require it” is just shorthand for “I’m going to fuck you regardless of your status, and you know it, and I know you know, and you know I know you know, because you’re not going to tell me the truth to begin with and I know you’re not, and you know I know, and I know you know I know.” *~ping~* This is why I don’t start dialogue or indulge chatters when I take cock. I let my ass do all the talking. In the end, the discussion between their cocks and my cunt are the only honest conversations I’ll have all night. And that’s a rant.

Matt is back in his college town for a Mardi Gras party. Two of his friends from college are hosting the party. Matt returned to help them. It's been about a week since Mark and Matt broke up. Matt is really horny to get fucked. Since Mark broke it off with Matt, Matt has been on AOL chatting with guys. Matt has cyber sex almost every day. During his cyber sex sessions with guys, sometimes with multiple guys at once. Matt is always taking cock bare in cyber sex. Matt is letting multiple guys a night fuck him without condoms on AOL. Matt is telling at least 2 guys a day to cum inside him. When guys ask if Matt fucks bare IRL (in real life), Matt says yes. Matt loves admitting how much he loves getting fucked bareback. It makes him so hard. With his friends though, Matt knows he can't admit that he loves getting fucked without condoms. This weekend, Matt is staying with his friends so he has to play safe if he is going to have sex. Matt has arranged have sex with a cyber sex partner on Friday and spend the day on Saturday helping his friends set up the party and stay the night of the party with his friends. One of the guys Matt had cyber sex with is a professor at his college. He is in his 40s. Way out of Matt's dating range, but the cyber sex is so hot that Matt told him that he is coming to town. Matt goes to the professor's house which is a nice place near campus. It's still winter so Matt is dressed in tight jeans, a tee, sweater, boots, scarf, hat and jacket. Sometimes the clothes feel like they weigh as much as Matt does. He rings the doorbell and an attractive man in his 40s, tight wool sweater over his pecs and shoulders and a small belly opens the door. The man has grey hair and a trimmed beard. The professor is smiling down at him and invites Matt inside. Matt is very nervous. This is the oldest man that he's met IRL. The professor offers to take Matt's coat, hat, and scarf and asks Matt to take off his boots at the door. Matt hands the professor his outerwear. He bends over to take off his boots. The professor says, "you have a great ass. Would you also like to take off your jeans?" Matt blushes. He looks back at the man and says, "If I do that, I'll probably end up getting fucked." As Matt says this, he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them off exposing his very small briefs. Matt also pulls off his socks and sweater. Matt stands before the professor in just his tight tee and his small briefs. The professor says, "Take it all off and I'll fuck you right now." Matt pulls off his tee shirt and pushes down his briefs. Naked and hard, Matt has been in the professor's house for less than 5 minutes. The professor takes out his cock and says, "Suck it slut." Matt gets on his knees and kisses the tip of the cock in front of him. He's still in the entryway of the house, naked, on his knees. The professor takes off his sweater as this boy's mouth begins to work his cock. The professor didn't expect this boy to be a total slut. He knew that the cyber sex was hot, but figured the boy would need some alcohol and relaxation before he turned into a cock whore. This boy was slobbering on his cock before they made it to the living room. After a few minutes of getting his cock sucked, the professor makes his way over to a chair and guides Matt to his knees in front of the chair to continue sucking. A few more minutes of getting a decent blowjob, the professor asks if Matt is prepared to get fucked, "Is your ass clean and ready to get eaten and fucked?" Matt says yes. The professor bends Matt over a couch and dives into Matt's hole. Matt begins moaning and knows he made the right choice coming here to let this older man fuck him. The professor is focused on Matt's ass. He is tongue fucking the boy and eating his sweet hole. The professor came out in the early 1980s and began having sex without condoms then. He started using condoms in 1984-5 and has been pretty religious about condom usage until AOL chat rooms and cyber sex. The professor still used condoms with guys he dated, but with young twink sluts like Matt, he would fuck them sans condom. His bare cock felt so good inside the little sluts. No pretense, just bare cock in young, tight ass. Matt's ass felt pretty tight for a twink who got naked and started sucking cock within 5 minutes of meeting him. The professor had a sleazy thought. He knew the moaning twink was in high slut mode right now. The professor got up and slid his cock over the boys waiting, wet hole. He said, "Did you tell me the truth online? Do you like getting fucked bareback?" Matt moaned, "Yes. I told you the truth." The professor opened a drawer and grabbed lube and a condom. He lubed his cock and put the condom on Matt's back. The professor said, "I can wear a condom if you want me to. It's right here." As he said that, the professor lined his lubed cock up and touched it to Matt's hole. Matt had a conflicted look on his face. The professor could see it in the hallway mirror. The professor picked up the condom, put it in Matt's hand and said, "Just tell me if you want me to put it on. You just met me less than 20 minutes ago. Do you want me to fuck you bareback?" Matt took the condom in his hand. The professor's cock was pushing into Matt's hole even before Matt could answer. Matt felt the bare cock sliding inside him. Matt moaned. Matt said, "Your cock feels so good in my ass." The professor said, "Your hole feels good around my bare cock slut. You can open that condom and ask me to wear it you know?" Matt said, "I like how your cock feels." The professor began to fuck the boy slut bent over his couch in earnest. He grabbed his hips and started to fuck him hard. The slut was moaning and still holding the condom. "You like getting fucked bareback don't you slut?" said the professor. Matt moaned that he loved it. Professor said, "Are you going to take my load like you did online? In our chat you begged me to cum inside your ass. Do you want me to cum in your ass?" Matt moaned again and said, "Please cum inside me." The professor said, "You have a condom in your hand and you could make me wear it. You don't need to take my load. A stranger's load in your unprotected ass. A guy you don't know. Are you going to let a total stranger cum inside you?" Matt was so caught up - this was like the hottest sex talk he'd ever had. Matt said, "Please cum in me. I know we just met but I want your load." The professor grabbed the boy, slot his load deep in the boy's ass, and the boy dropped his condom on the couch unused and unopened. Matt took 3 more loads from the professor that night. He begged for all of them. When Matt left in the morning, his clothes were still in the entry hall where he had left them. He felt well fucked but was still incredibly horny. He spent the next few hours getting brunch with his friends, evading questions about where he spent Friday night, and getting ready for the Mardi Gras party. The party was fun. Matt was dressed in a tight tee, short sparkly booty shorts and sneakers. As the night went on, his tee came off as he was dancing. Matt was just in his purply sparkly booty shorts and sneakers when he met Ricky. Ricky was hot, thin, 19, a sophomore, twink, great hair, and a winning smile. Ricky and Matt hit it off. They started talking, drinking, dancing. Eventually, the two of them were seated in a chair in the living room as the party thinned out. Matt was in Ricky's lap. Ricky's cock was hard. Ricky's hand was down the back of Matt's shorts (no underwear) as they kissed. Ricky said to Matt, "No underwear? Is that a sign you are looking to get laid tonight?" Matt said, "Maybe." The boys laughed. Ricky found Matt's hole and rubbed it. Matt moaned a bit. He slapped Ricky's hand away. The party hosts came over. Both party hosts had found guys to spend the night with them. They said good night. Ricky and Matt went to the loft space to which was were Matt was spending the night. The hosts went to their bedrooms. As Ricky and Matt got naked, sucked cock, made out and Matt spread his legs for Ricky to fuck him; Ricky realized he didn't have a condom. Matt was crestfallen and totally turned on. He wanted Ricky to fuck him bareback. But, he was staying with his friends. Matt knew he could get away with bareback fucks elsewhere, but not here in his friends' house. Matt lost his erection pretty quickly. Ricky saw Matt lose his erection. Ricky said, "Don't worry I can get you off with my mouth." That's when the boys heard a door open and one of the party hosts escort his guest to the door. Matt slipped on his shorts, told Ricky he would get a condom, climbed out of the loft area, and went to see his friend for a condom. Ricky laid back and was stroking his big cock. Condoms always made Ricky go soft. He had a thick dick so they pinched him and didn't feel good. Ricky was actually hoping that this slut was going to let him in without a condom. Ricky was stroking his big cock thinking about that when Matt came back to the loft. Matt saw Ricky lying on his back, stroking his big cock, and he slipped out of his shorts and straddled Ricky. He put the condom and lube packets on the floor next to them. Matt was rock hard again as he leaned over to kiss Ricky. Ricky and Matt resumed a hot make out session. Matt's ass was rubbing Ricky's cock head. Ricky was rubbing his shaft all over Matt's ass crack. Matt opened the condom. Ricky opened the lube. Ricky lubed his cock. Matt fiddled with the condom. Ricky put the head of his cock at Matt's hole. Matt pushed back instinctively. Ricky's bare cock slid right into Matt's excited hole. Almost all the way in one stroke. Matt, condom out of the package and in his hand, moaned. Both boys knew the condom was in Matt's hands and not on Ricky's cock. Matt watched Ricky's face for signs of displeasure as he opened his ass, pushed back and let his ass take all of Ricky's bare cock. Ricky moaned, closed his eyes, and whispered; "Ride me." Matt felt embarrassed to be riding a raw cock in his friends' house, but he was so turned on that Matt started riding Ricky's bare cock. Matt was riding Ricky well, using his ass muscles, and stroking his cock as he rode his hookup's cock. Ricky was moaning. Matt was moaning. Ricky started trusting up into Matt. Matt leaned forward and let the boy under him fuck him. He could feel Ricky's cock fucking him. Matt reached back and felt the bareback shaft as it fucked him. This is the first time Matt felt a raw cock as it slid in and out of his ass. He was mesmerized. Ricky said, "Play with my balls." Matt did. Ricky started to tense up and said, "I'm gonna cum." Matt didn't move. Ricky opened his eyes and looked at Matt. He whispered, "I'm going to cum inside you." Matt let Ricky keep fucking him. He didn't move. Ricky came in Matt's ass and grabbed Matt to kiss him to keep from shouting as he came inside the boy he'd just met. Ricky noticed Matt had not cum yet. Ricky was still hard. He said, "I can cum again. Want me to fuck you some more?" Matt said yes. Ricky flipped Matt on his back, lifted his legs and slipped his cock back inside Matt. Ricky was fucking Matt for about 20 minutes missionary, doggie, they rode again, Matt pressed on the floor, etc. Ricky flipped Matt back over, the unopened condom was pressed to Matt's chest when he flipped back over. Ricky looked back down at Matt and whispered, "You like cum in your ass, but don't want your friends to know right?" Matt nodded. Ricky slid his bare cock back in Matt's willing hole. Ricky whispered, "You pretend to want safe sex, even got a condom, but you like taking it bareback don't you?" Matt nodded. Ricky pulled out of Matt. Put the condom on his cock. Sliding back into a surprised Matt, Ricky whispered, "We need to at least use the condom so your friends won't think your a whore. Whether I cum in the condom though or in your hole is up to you. If you want to take it off me, just do it. You can always tell your friends something about why there is no jizz in it. They may not believe you. They might. Up to you." Matt let Ricky fuck him for a few minutes. The condom covered cock rubbed Matt's ass wrong. He didn't like it. But he didn't want his friends to think he was a whore. Ricky stroked Matt's cock as he fucked him. Ricky was fucking Matt harder now because Matt's ass was loose and open from getting plowed for 30 minutes. Ricky pulled out, flipped Matt doggie and that is when he felt Matt's hand reach back and remove the condom. Ricky said, "Your slutty side won huh?" Matt moaned as Ricky's bareback cock slid back in his well fucked hole. Ricky was so turned on that this slut had just removed the condom that he was close. Ricky decided to do his new friend a favor. He said, "I'm close." Matt was stroking his cock. Matt was close too - deliriously close - to cumming. Ricky said in a normal voice, "Where do you want it?" Matt said, in a normal voice, "In my ass" Ricky made a couple more strokes, grunted loudly, and screamed "Take my load slut." Matt came all over the floor as Ricky came in his ass. Ricky collapsed on Matt. They made out for awhile afterwards. Ricky decided not to stick around for the aftermath of Matt realizing his friends might have heard the things they said. Ricky left to go back to his dorm. Matt woke up in the morning, had breakfast with his friends, blushed and deflected their questions, swore they used a condom, but he couldn't show his friends that the cum was in the condom because he had already flushed it down the toilet. Matt thought it was plausible. Matt's friends knew that he had taken Ricky's cum in his ass. Matt arrived home on Sunday, took a shower, got online and had cyber sex with three different guys. Matt took all of them bare in the cyber sex and begged them to cum inside him.

It had been some hours since I was delivered to this place by Peter and Aidan, and I was starting to show signs of wear and tear. I had stopped counting loads at twenty, and that was quite a long time ago. When I had first walked in the room, I was set upon by a group of men of all shapes and sizes who swarmed around me and began groping and rubbing me all over. One had eventually encouraged me to bend over a little, before a whole succession of them took turns rimming and fingering me. Eventually I started to be given several huffs of poppers that got my head swimming, before I was suddenly pulled up, pushed towards a rig in the corner, turned around and lifted off my feet and into a sling. Before I really knew what was happening my ankles were raised and pushed through some leather hoops, and then my wrists had been lifted and secured to the chains using the cuffs I was wearing. The rimming had continued for some time after that, but eventually moved on to a lot more fingering. I repeatedly felt them nicking my insides with their nails while they were doing this, causing me to wince and yell out until a big chubby bear turned my head to the side and stuck his girthy cock down my throat to silence me. He didn’t pull it out until the first of the cocks had been pushed up inside me and the fucking had begun. Every single man in the room had fucked and bred me while I was in the sling, ordering me to take their “toxic loads”, “hot loads” and “personal strains”. I was strangely numb during all of this, just looking up at each of them as they pounded me hard. All of them had tattoos of some description, including biohazard symbols, scorpions, skulls and crossbones, and one of them with a giant cobra winding down his torso to the snake’s flared, open mouth above his groin. I concluded these were all markings to indicate their status as aggressive poz fuckers. Once I had been bred in the sling by everyone, I was allowed a bit of respite and fresh air in a small courtyard out the back. I chose to stand to get the blood back into my arms and legs, which invited several men to come up behind me and push their cocks into my sloppy rear end. At some point a cigarette was pushed between my lips, and I happily stood there and smoked a couple while being gently fucked. I had enjoyed smoking a bit as a teenager, and as I stood in this place knowingly having a deadly virus repeatedly pumped into my backside, my previous health concerns about puffing on cigarettes seemed to fade. In due course I was then taken back inside, pushed onto a padded bench, strapped down and a blindfold put on me. A pair of headphones was then put over my ears, blocking out almost all sound and pushing me into a state of sensory deprivation. From then on all I could feel was the hard pounding I was taking up the arse, as well as the taste and stretching of the occasional cock pushed into my mouth and down my throat. Based on the tang of blood and cum on some of them, I guessed they were fresh from breeding me. This is how my night continued. Time seemed to lose all meaning, so I never knew how long I had been in each position before I was released, taken back outside and allowed to drink some water and smoke a few more cigarettes. However, the final time I was escorted outside (after having been on my knees on a mat taking a succession of double-fuckings) dawn had broken. There were considerably fewer men present by then, and my final stint indoors was a more sedentary affair as I got on all fours and took a few low-energy spitroastings. Once it was all over, I was hauled to my feet by a couple of hairy, slightly chubby guys in leather while everyone else remaining headed out and left. The two guys had surprisingly gentle expressions on their faces, and took the time to check how I was. They then escorted me through a side door to a filthy bathroom where I was able to take a quick shower while still dressed in all the the leather gear, and then once they dried me off with a raggedy towel they led me out of the building to a white van. I was put in the back, which was fitted out with a dirty mattress, and then they climbed in the front and set off. As there were no windows in the back I just lay on the mattress, braced myself against the sides and closed my eyes, passing out into a deep sleep almost immediately. I therefore had no idea how long we had been driving when I was awoken by one of the guys opening up the back door to allow the fluorescent light of a garage to pour in. I climbed out and then followed them into a house attached to the garage, which I was surprised to find was just an ordinary dwelling. “Here you go” said one of the guys, “welcome to the Moulin Spooge.” “The Moulin Spooge?” I croaked. “Just a fun little name we have for our home” replied the other. “Now, let’s get you to bed so you have some energy for this evening.” “This evening?” I asked. “Round two” he replied. I sighed, too tired to even ask any more. I allowed them to lead me into a bedroom, where I collapsed onto the bed face first. I felt my legs being lifted and my boots removed, before sleep took me over and I passed out, not knowing what the evening would bring but knowing I would take it all.

I’ve never been interested in fetish wear of any sort, and (partly through laziness) have always preferred naked events over ones that have some kind of clothing requirement. But with plans to attend an upcoming sleaze party in London (HardOn), I thought I’d better make some kind of token effort and at least splash out on a harness. Once purchased, it turns out I quite liked the look of it, so I decided to give it an outing on Sunday afternoon at SBN, another London sleaze party that’s mostly naked, though harnesses are allowed. Well- I have to say, a number of tops really went to town, grabbing hold of it and using it to pound me harder and deeper than I even thought possible! WHY DID NO-ONE TELL ME THIS BEFORE??!! I’d always assumed that harnesses were just about the look, and kinda looked down my nose at them a little coz the world and his wife seem to wear them these days. I had no idea they actually changed the way you get fucked! Duh! Anyway, now I get it, and am looking forward to future adventures in it.

So the other day I get a message from the older black guy I posted about previously. he messaged wanna meet for dinner it said I replied yeah but surely your BF wouldn’t want you to see me again. He replied we broke up I want you. so I agreed he told me he would pick me up, I dressed in some nice jocks real tight jeans and a muscle fitting shirt. Im text I’m down stairs, I went down and sure enough he was in the back of a big BMW, I got in and he was wearing black jeans showing that big bulge he is chubby but so handsome looking. he told the driver to head off, we arrived at a big house with gates, the gates opened and the car went up the drive and stopped at the door. We got out and went inside the house. We walked into the living room, he said make yourself comfy have a drink, I’m going to freshen up. I was stood at the bar in his living room drinking brandy and I heard his foot steps coming from up stairs, hey I heard and I turned round he was stood their leather chaps and vest with his giant black cock standing to attention. He smiled make me a drink he said I reached over the bar to grab a glass suddenly he was behind me ripping my tight jeans down let’s get these off I want your creamy white skin on show. I was now naked except for my jocks I had made him a drink he was sat on a large sofa, bring it heat baby he said, I walked over he said kneel between my legs I did dip my balls in the glass, I did as he told me now suck it off, I did, his balls were swollen and very heavy, I grabbed is thick 9 inch cock and began to suck it struggling to take it all in my mouth, suddenly he stood up and began fucking my face, I was gagging choking he was slamming it down my throught he tasted so good. He grabbed me jerked me to my feet and shoved his tongue deep in my mouth, god I was so hard now he grabbed my cock and began stroking it hmmm your a big boy too baby he said he took me by the hand and took me to his bed room. He lay me on my back ripped my jocks clean off flipped me over and began eating my man pussy out suddenly he moved up no warning and rammed his giant black dick deep into me he fucked me ragged my arse was splitting and I was moaning, suddenly he began to thrust harder deeper sucking my neck harder and harder marking his new boy, suddenly I felt him blow omg, it was heavy inside my belly, he cam for ages never have I felt such a load. he rolled off suck my dick baby he said I did as he asked he was getting hard again I was dripping cum from my hole but I wanted more so I straddled him sat straight down on his cock and was ridding his cock, now we were cooking I was was fucking him like the hungry cum whore I am, faster and faster grinding down on him suddenly he sat upright and began pushing down on his cock harder and harder he blew again deep inside me giving me his creamy load. then he said your turn he pushed me down sat his big firm round bubble black arse on my face I was eating licking and he was loving it. He got on all fours I went behind him he was tight I was now fucking him as hard and deep as I could, he was now just as cum hungry as I was I shot my load into him and collapsed back on the bed suddenly he was on top again, he fucked me 4 more times that night and when I woke in the morning his cock was still in my arse. he then got up I’m going to work you stay here I will be back for more later.

I have to disagree. I have had Tops who seem to discover a new level of aggression if I wear a harness. It’s as though my having it on signals them that they have license to be a little (or a lot) rougher. Sometimes I’ll sense that a Top who hasn’t really encountered a harness before suddenly discovers that it’s something he can grab onto, and it’s very handy, and it gives him leverage to hard and deep, and where has this been all his life? Almost without exception, those fucks end with a satisfied slap on my ass. Yes, both roles wear them. But harnesses make a subtle statement about sexual readiness, intent and potential that you don’t read without them. And if you read that into them, you’re more likely to act accordingly.

wished i am there

This would be a great, preemptive use of the block button! As someone who has volunteered in HIV prevention for more than two decades, I'm finally conceding that my own efforts to educate others can no longer come at the risk of my being insulted and abused. Some people aren't open to accurate information about sexual health. I recently had a bacterial STI, asymptomatic but caught and treated immediately because I elect to receive monthly testing as part of my PrEP care. The responses from my sexual partners have been fascinating. Instead of asking how I am, one guy immediately switches into shame-based, self-pity mode, asking how many other partners I've slept with in the month. (This is someone I fucked once and don't know well.) He believes that nice people don't get STIs, he's afraid of STI treatments (for bacterial STIs), and at the same time, he hasn't considered, let alone completed, STI vaccinations (Hep A, Hep B, HPV). He's on PrEP, but he imagines that he can protect himself from STIs other than HIV solely by inquiring about his partners' sexual habits and by having less sex with fewer partners. In the same breath, this brooding 35-year-old insured professional laments not getting fucked as often as he'd like. 🤔 After several weeks of daily small talk by text message, I haven't heard a word from him lately. Good riddance! Meanwhile, a 21-year-old uninsured Starbucks worker says thanks, that he'll get tested, and that he'll even let me know what he finds out. 🙂 He is grateful that I mentioned the nation's foremost sexual health care provider, San Francisco City Clinic, which offers low-/no-cost, culturally competent, medically innovative services. I've also met him only once, but he is an amazing fuck and his sex-positive attitude means he's welcome back in my bed any time. People who never get STIs are probably not having very much sex. Stupid profile comments like "clean and disease-free and you be, too" help us weed them out. I want to meet other people who are sex-positive, highly active, realistic about sexual health risks, and who communicate openly and without shame when an STI does occur, so that we can all get tested and treated and get back to breeding.

After a few minutes Mike came back and started to undo the restraints. He helped me onto my back and held me while the blood flowed back into my limbs, kissing my neck all the while. “How do you feel?” “Amazing.” “Good, think you can make it downstairs now?” “What’s down stairs?” “Im sure Jack and Erik have something good planned for you. When I left them, Jack was balls deep in Erik and getting ready to breed him.” “Fuck, I need to see that.” The thought of Erik, the man who now owned my hole, taking a load made my cock leak in its cage. As quickly as I could I made my way downstairs, the plug slamming against my prostate as I walked. Mike followed closely making sure my still tingling legs didn’t give out. Mike hadn’t been joking. Jack had Erik kneeling on the couch, bent over the back. Erik’s head was tossed back in lust, clearly enjoying the pounding Jack was giving him. Mike lead me around the couch so I could watch Jack’s cock sliding in and out of Erik’s hairy hole. With each stroke the hair around Erik’s hole clung to Jacks slick cock, I was mesmerized. “Your new boy is here watching you take my load. Go look in your man’s face boy, see who you really belong to.” I moved to kneel by Erik’s head, resting the plug on my heel to keep it in place. Erik opened his eyes and smiled, “Breed my hole Sir. I need it.” “That’s right,” Jack said. Erik looked me in the eyes and in a fucked out daze said, “I was Jack’s first boy. He bred me all through college. Eventually we started picking up boys of our own, but I will always be Jacks and all of my boys by default are his.” “Exactly, you’ll be going home with Erik; Erik will hold the keys to your cage; but in the end your cunts both belong to me. Take my fucking load,” Jack growled as he unloaded deep inside Erik. A look of euphoria washed over both of them, then Jack slowly pulled out of Erik’s hole. Mike fell to his knees to clean off Jack’s cock, but he moved Mike aside and came over to me. Dutifully I opened up and cleaned the cock that had just bred my new top. “Thank you. That is just want I needed Jack. Now,” Erik straightened up revealing another raging boner, “You ready for another load in that cunt boy?” “Fuck yes.” “On your back on the floor then.” I laid on my back in front of the three men and pulled my legs up to my chest. Erik squatted down over me with his ass aimed towards my face and pointed his cock down towards my hole. Jack reached in and pulled the massive plug from me with a wet squelch, leaving me gaped open for Erik. His dick plunged into my hole. I looked up as he slid inside me, right above me was his cum slick hole, wet and slightly gaped. There was a small trickle of cum running down the inside of his leg as he started to hammer at my hole. I belonged to an already owned man. I was the boy of someone who belonged to a true alpha. I had no idea what that made me beyond the absolute bottom rung on the ladder. “Fuck Mike, you wrecked this boys hole. He’s so fucking loose now.” “You said get him ready,” Mike replied. “No, you did good. He feels fucking amazing now. I never last long with one of Jack’s loads in me and now with your pussy all wrecked. Fuck, I’m going to breed you boy. Take my load. This is my hole now!” Erik started pumping his second load of the night into me. His hole winked above me and a small drop of cum landed on my chest. “Fuck,” he panted, “we’re gonna wreck your hole so it’s never tight again.” Erik pulled out, and then crouched over me, my legs were pressed tight to my chest. He kissed me. “You’re perfect, and we are going to have so much fun together.”

The rest of the weekend was normal, spent time with Katie and even her roommates, normal stuff. Board games, terrible TV shows. Not one joke or jab was made in my direction but any chance they got Cory and Stephen wouldn't mind laying a hand on my body like a boyfriend would do to a girlfriend at a party or in pubic. Each time it made me nervous but I'd hear Katie in the other room and the nerves would dissipate and it was actually kind of hot. I drove home Monday morning, work again, was normal other than the need to masturbate. The last time I came was at the hands of Stephen when Cory called me a chaser. I pulled out my phone and looked up what it meant, I've heard of chubby chaser. What kind of chaser would I be, all the guys have been fit, normal to large cocks. Cock chaser? and then I found it. A bug chaser, one who chases sexually transmitted diseases/illnesses. The idea disgusted me, why would I want an illness, and on purpose?! My cock however, felt differently. Without any stimulation I now had a hard-on and had to put the phone down, and wait until it subsided. A guy I've seen before walking around the building walked up, "Hey, you see the food truck on front of the building?" 'Thank God' I thought, 'something to get my mind off this boner.' We walked to get food, he picked up the tab and asked if I knew anywhere that was nicer than the street to eat. We walked a bit further just talking about how long we've worked in the building, about the area. He's rather new, transferred in from another job that was close to where Katie works. I mentioned my girlfriend and he asked for more details, and then he dropped the fries in his hand. "Oh my God, you're the straight bottom!" He said way too loudly. I nearly choked on my fries. "What?" I said looking around. making sure no one heard. "You're the hot straight bottom that Thomas converted that day at Cory's party! with the girlfriend who lives with them!" "SSHH, look dude, it was just a one time thing, and no one got converted, I'm still negative." I said quickly and quietly. "Oh Fuck!" he said, then lowered his voice, "So it is true! Thomas doesn't know right?" "No and why do people keep saying that." "He loves converting neg bottoms, and he's been bragging about you for weeks. I was at that party, and I also know it wasn't a 1 time thing." He said looking at his phone. "Evan wasn't kidding then!" "No it definitely was a one- what? Evan?" He reached over and showed me his phone, there was a group chat. There were a ton of names, and I of course recognized Stephens name. "Thomas has been bragging around the community about his straight boy neg bottom conversion. He thinks you're poz now and he thinks he's the top bitch. This chat is everyone at the party, and some others that didn't get to see the show." "Great..." I said, lowering my eyes. "Danny and Evan spoke highly of you." "Really?" "Yeah Evan said you were the best bottom he's had, that pissed off some of the bottoms in the group and Danny. Here take my number, now that I know you're so close, we can have some extra fun, my name is Johnny by the way. Danny will be over this weekend to get some more, since you only sucked him off and drank his piss." My dick got hard again, and he noticed. "Second floor bathroom. It's a floor of all the back stock files for the building. The bathrooms are clean as can be and rarely used, can also be locked. Let me know." he stood up and rubbed my hard dick once through my pants. 'Holy shit am I in trouble' I thought to myself. It seems like it won't be just a weekend thing anymore. I went back to work but could not shake the thoughts streaming through my head. I text the number Johnny gave me. "See you soon!" I finished up the task I was doing and walked down to the second floor, using the stairs. I entered the 2nd floor bathroom and the lights were off, no one has been in here for a while. I went into the stall and text Johnny, "I'm here." "On my way, you better be nude and on your knees." I did as I was told, my cock was betraying me and was crazy hard. I've never done something like this at work. All of this is just so kinky it gets me hard. The door opened and Johnny entered with a backpack. He put an extra large soda cup on the sink counter and dropped his pants, "Let's go. Are you just a good bottom? or are you a little cocksucker too" I went to work, he wasn't as large as Evan or Danny, this time I felt like I could actually give a blowjob instead of being worried I'd scrape teeth or choke. I gave it my best, now that I felt I could actually do it. I took him deep, I tried all the little things I've seen in porn, he took control and grabbed my head, fucking my mouth before taking his cock out and humming all over my face. He then used his cock to wipe it all over my face. "you'll wear this back to work you little slut, and I like my bottoms clean, so I'll host you later tonight. now lets fill up this cup" He placed the cup under his softening dick and let loose. Piss filled the cup up quickly, he cut it short about 3/4 of the way up, pulled my head by the hair to his cock and continued his stream into my mouth. I swallowed 3 or 4 mouthfuls before he was done. He put the cap on the cup. "Looks like Mountain Dew! take it back to your office, and I'll see you tonight." "How many do you want tonight?" he asked as he buttoned his pants. "How many?" "Stephen is trying to throw another party, there will be 16 of us, can you handle 16?" "What the fuck, What!?" "He wasn't kidding about letting everyone at the party having a piece and handing you off to Thomas after." "Wha-when the fuck, that's crazy, that's more men than I've been with girls!" "Thats kind hot, so how many tonight, how many have you had so far" "4..." "At once! how are you straight!?" "No no, so far, since Thomas" "Oh, ok so let's make it 8. 4 including me tonight, they won't be in the group, they're my friends. See you later!" He unlocked the door and walked out, leaving me on the bathroom floor naked, with a cup full of piss, a face covered in a layer of cum, and a really, really hard cock as I thought about the night to come. "Goddamn" I said outloud.

Sitting across the kitchen island from my best friend and his new boyfriend pretending I couldn’t tell my best friend was getting fingered was not how I had thought my night would go when I was invited to this dinner party. Mike and I were about the same age, I was 24, and he 25. We had graduated college together and both moved to NYC from the Midwest about a year ago. Like most gay boys do when they come to the city we had gone through a slutty period, bringing boys home all the time, and occasionally hooking up with each other. That had all stopped about a month ago when Mike met Jack. Jack was in his early forties, big and buff with a bald head, thick beard, and an obvious mat of chest hair. Mike had immediately stopped spending as much time at home when they met, sleeping more and more often at Jack’s place. When he did come back to the apartment he was coy about what they had been up to but strongly implied that he had been fucked to within an inch of his life most nights. I wasn’t jealous but I certainly missed my friend. I had been excited when Mike said that Jack wanted to get to know his friends and was arranging a little dinner. Things had started out very casual, we had a drink in the living room; Jack told us a little about his best friend who was on the way; and we eventually moved into the kitchen so Jack could do some more cooking while we waited on his friend to arrive. Now, with Jack’s friend almost an hour late I was sipping on a beer chatting with the two of them across the island while Jack’s hands were clearly down Mike’s pants and at least one finger was deep inside Mike’s hole. Mike and I both advertised that we were vers but leaned more towards being bottoms, and while I was a little shocked at what I was seeing I was also kind of turned on. I hadn’t seen Jack lube his hand in any way before sliding it down Mike’s pants which made me think Mike was already lubed up before this started. I wondered if it was just lube or if Mike had a fresh load in his hole too. My cock twitched at the thought. It was right around then that the door buzzer went off and Jack slid his hand out of Mike’s pants to answer it. Before I could ask Mike about what had just happened, Jack came back into the kitchen saying his best friend had just arrived and was walking up. Erik was almost a carbon copy of Jack except he had a close-cropped hair cut instead of a shaved head. He wore a black leather vest open over a white t-shirt that did nothing to hide his broad chest, erect nipples and massive amounts of chest hair. To say he was hot is a wild understatement. “Hi boys,” he said, his voice low and warm. He gave Jack a big hung and a kiss then the same to Mike. The way Mike leaned into the kiss I suspected that Mike knew Erik better than he had let on when inviting me to dinner. Jack set Erik and I up with drinks and then left us in the living room to chat while he and Mike finished up getting dinner ready. Erik and I sat on the large couch making small talk and sipping beers. His one arm was up on the back of the couch, and I could just see through the arm hole of his t-shirt a dark furry pit. My cock twitched. This man was every one of my fantasies combined. Erik was funny, and the conversation flowed easily despite how often my glance drifted downward to the bulge in his black jeans. We both stopped talking however when we heard a low grunt from the kitchen followed by a whimper. I cocked my head to the side listening. “Sounds like Jack couldn’t wait till we left to dump another load into your buddy.” I blanched at how bluntly Erik had put it but there was no denying the muffled sounds of fucking coming from the kitchen. We listened as the sounds got rougher and Erik started to rub his crotch. “If they don’t finish soon I’ll have to whip this out and jerk off,” he said, “Unless you’ve got a better idea.” Just then the unmistakable sound of a stifled climax occurred, and a minute later Mike came out of the kitchen looking a little flushed announcing that dinner was ready. The dinner itself was delicious, and totally unscandalous. We talked about our jobs, where Mike and I had gone to school, how Erik and Jack had met years ago, families, pets, goals. It was really fun, and totally wholesome. After dinner Jack moved us back to the living room, and got everyone another round of drinks. Erik and I settled ourselves back on the couch, though he was sitting just a little bit closer this time, and his outstretched arm almost brushed my shoulders when I shifted back on the cushions. Mike and Jack too a smaller love seat and Jack’s hand immedicably ran down Mike’s back and once more slid down his shorts. Eventually the conversation turned to Erik saying to me “So do you have a boyfriend cutie?” “No I’m single just now. I’ve been going on dates, of course, but no one special.” “How,” asked Jack incredulously, “you’re adorable.” I blushed. “Oh leave him alone,” Mike came to my defense and pushed Jack lightly on the shoulder, “he’s not done with his slut phase yet.” “Cause you are?” Jack said jokingly, and flexed his fingers inside of Mike causing him to moan. “No,” he said without embarrassment, “I just found someone who likes me being a slut.” “Damn right.” Jack pulled Mike out of his seat and onto his lap, and kissed him deeply. They started to make. Erik’s hand slid off the back of the couch and only my shoulder, “Come here boy, I don’t care if you’re a slut. In fact, I like my boys slutty.” He pulled me towards him and into a wet kiss. I melted into his arms. I felt a little taken aback at how quickly the evening had changed but Erik was so hot that I didn’t really mind. I let his big hands explore my body, and slowly pull off my shirt as my hands found his big erect nipples and started to play with them. He growled into my mouth, “Keep playing with my nips boy and you’re going to end up with my load in your hole.” I bit his lip softly and started to play with his nipples even more. He growled again, and practically tore my shirt off of me. When our kiss broke so my shirt could come off over my head I saw that Mike had already been stripped down to a jock and was on his knees with his face buried in Jack’s crotch. Jack had also lost his shirt revealing his massive pecs, pierced nipples, and salt and pepper fur covered body. God Mike is lucky I thought. “Look at how open and wet your friend’s hole looks,” Erik whispered in my ear. He was right Mike’s hole look more used that I had ever seen it before, even after we had just fucked. “I bet you wish your hole looked like that right now. Used, and wet. Open and full of cum.” “Yes Sir,” I moaned. I wasn’t really sure why I called him Sir but it felt right. “Mike, go undress your friend for Eric,” Jack said and pushed Mike off of his dick. As it sprung from Mike’s mouth I was shocked. Jack had an eight-inch cock that had to be as thick as a soda can, and it had all been hidden inside Mike’s mouth. He had always been a good cock sucked but damn. Mike stood up and walked over to me. The pouch of his jock bulged but didn’t quite make the outline of his dick as I knew it. He kissed me deeply, then smiled, and undid my pants. He pulled them down and tossed them aside as I stepped out of them. Then he did the same thing with my briefs. I was now the only one completely naked and I felt exposed as my hard dick slapped my stomach. Erik spun me around, he had taken off his vest and shirt. His nipples stood out from the thick covering of black chest hair that swirled across his torso. My gaze drifted downward to his bulging crotch and my mouth watered. Without being told to I dropped to my knees and started unbuttoning his pants. “Erik, don’t forget the house rules,” I heard Jack saying, “You breed a boy in my house that means I get to use him when you’re done.” “After the number of loads I’ve dropped in your boy it seems only fair.” So Erik had been fucking Mike too I thought, as I worked his jeans down past his knees to pull them off, and if I kept going they were both going to fuck me tonight. I pulled Erik’s jock aside without a second thought and swallowed his fat, blunt mushroom head. “Well I think he likes the sound of that too,” Erik said, “Do you want your best friend’s man and I to breed your hole?” I nodded, never taking Erik’s dick from my mouth. “Good boy. Mike said you’d be fun.” Mike had set this up? I’d have to thank him later. Erik’s dick was growing in my mouth, I had no idea how long it was but it was thick and I wanted it deep inside my hole. I had always like giving head but ultimately preferred to get pounded. “Get up boy, and bend over the couch. Your little friend is going to put on a show for you while I get you hole ready for my cock.” I stood up, and moved around the couch so I could rest my chest and arms on the back with my ass stuck out. Erik got behind me and spread my cheeks wide with his rough hands. I felt his warm breath and then his tongue flicked over my hole. I groaned. It was a loud moan from Mike that drew me out of my ecstasy to look over and see him siding down on Jack’s fat raw cock. He was facing Jack and I had a perfect view as his slightly hairy hole widened and stretched to accommodate the massive dick sliding in. Mike slid down with ease, he was obviously use to this cock, and full of cum it turned out. He started to ride and the loads already inside his hole frothed around the invading member. Erik was hammering away at my hole with his tongue. I felt like I was becoming putty in his hands, my knees were shaking and I was desperately horny. “Look at how Mike’s hole just opens up for me now boy,” Jake said over Mike’s shoulder, “The first time I met you, you said you were used to taking big cocks didn’t you boy?” “Yes Sir,” Mike panted. “That wasn’t true though. It took almost a week of me fucking your to get you hole open enough for me to just slide in.” “Yes Sir.” “Now you’re my horny little slut aren’t you.” “Yes Sir.” “You love it so much you wanted our best friend to get a taste of being a cumdump didn’t you.” “Yes Sir.” “Turn around and take off your jock. Show off what a slut you really are.” Mike got up, dropped his jock and turned around. I realized why his bulge had looked weird in his jock. His cock was locked up tight in a clear plastic cage. I felt my hole twitch around Erik’s invading tongue. “He likes that,” Erik said from behind me, “I just felt his pussy quiver.” Jack pulled Mike back onto his lap, and I watched as his cock vanished into my best friend. Mike locked eyes with me and smiled as he squatted over his man’s cock and started to ride it. “How,” I stammered, trying to speak between the moans Erik was forcing out of me, “How long have you been caged.” “Three weeks,” Mike said, only a little out of breath, “Jack said it would help me focus on taking his cock, and he was right. I haven’t cum since and all I can think about is his cock.” “Don’t lie Mike,” Jake said laughingly, “It’s not just my cock. You had two loads in your hole before you got here today. The truth is, locking up Mike’s cock made him into an absolutely insatiable cum whore. He’ll take anyone’s load now.” “Yes Sir.” My hole twitched again, and Erik let out a low grunt of appreciation. “And now you’re going to watch us turn your best friend into a horny little cumdump too, aren’t you baby.” “Yes Sir.” “So here’s the deal boy,” Jake said, Mike still riding his cock, “Erik here is in need of a boy of his own, as much as I like sharing Mike.” I felt Erik’s tongue leave my hole and felt his hands on my hips now. He was rubbing his slick cock against my well tongues hole as Erik spoke. “So he’s going to spend some time getting to know your hole. Then I’ll take a crack at it, and really make sure you have what it takes to be a cumdump for my best friend. After that we’ll see where the night takes us. If in the morning you and Erik decide it’s the right fit, we’ll lock your cock away too and you’ll be his. Sound good.” “Yes Sir,” I answered. “Good,” Erik said and then sank the first four inches of his cock inside me.

Warning, this is rant. i cannot fathom how often i see this on gay sites, which lets be real, a "gay site" is pretty much a hook up site. It is 2021, right? i didn't accidentally step into a time warp and transport back to a time where there was no google? How is it that there can be so much ignorance in the information age? That the term "clean" mis still being used to imply STI's, and more specifically HIV, as though that's the equivalent of leprosy. And probably the even worse ignorance of guys who make such claims and are even igorant to include such useful info as "neg as of December 2018." Do that many guys still buy into the notion that a claim of "cleanest" or "D&D free" actually equals reality? okay, sorry, end of rant.

Last loads taken were yesterday afternoon, two in my ass and one in my throat. A regular black fb who I hadn't seen in easily 8 months. He's large, hung and has a very hard dick. Handsome as fuck. He was hard and stroking when I arrived and I swallowed his shaft a while. Love sucking BBC. I sat on his lap and rode his dick and then he put me on all fours which I love best and railed my hole. He fucked it hard and deep from behind and I was so fucking happy. First two loads directly into my ass, he didn't even stop after the first load. There was churned white cum on his dick when he pulled out which I licked and sucked eagerly. Delicious. He stroked off as I sucked him and got the third load in my throat. Tasty. My ass hurt so good.

and I’ve always wanted the conclusion to this scene 😈👅💦 [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/almost-caught-cheating-4208831

I'm increasingly tired of educating people who didn't live through the dark early days of HIV about the stigma. If a guy approaches me and I see "clean" used to mean STI/HIV negative, I just say "No thanks..." If they press me for why I'm saying no, I tell them.

A few years ago I was fucked for 5 hours by a guy with a big dick and a PA (my only PA so far). I had problems sitting down for two days afterwards but that was a gentle reminder of a very good session 😉

Last August on a beach. Me and my friend met a guy there who we saw sucking someone off earlier. So we asked if he wanted to have some fun, went behind some rocks and started sucking and fucking. Eventually a fourth guy joined in who got sucked off, mostly by me. And we all came on the bottom slut who happily accepted the loads 💦

Back in NYC yesterday hit up a sex party and got 3 loads. Ate out a cum filled bottom’s hole and gave my load. After grabbing a bite to eat hit a bookstore. Paid the fee and went into an open booth pulled down my shorts with my jock-strapped ass exposed and 20 seconds later had a Latino guy behind me feeling up my ass and kissing my back. He held tight to my waist as he pounded my wet open hole. At one point he pulled out and I saw part of those previous cumloads at the base of his dick and flat stomach. He finally added to the mix planting his load deep. Next stop bookstore with gloryholes. First one the guy wanted to suck me. Let him get it hard and then he presented a magnificent thick 7.5 perfectly formed and rock hard cut cock. After some sucking I asked if he liked to fuck and he asked if I was clean and ready and I said yes. It was an awesome fuck because his tool was big enough to deal with the Gloryhole setup and still get deep inside. When he pulled out I leaned over and I had not realized but he told me he shot inside and said I seemed pretty open like I had been at a group session. I smiled and said, no I’m just talented with relaxing and taking it. He was so thick I guess guys may be struggling a little bit more to take it. Oops. next up was a Latino guy about 6 1/2 inches uncut beautiful soft that grew hard quickly in my mouth. In Spanish I asked if he wanted my ass and he said no. Went back to sucking he pulled out and said is it clean and ready and I said guaranteed. Once inside he put his hands through the Gloryhole to grab my waist and pounded so that the wall shook and it was clear he was on a race to shoot his load. I felt about five or six pulses as he unloaded spurt after spurt in my fairly sloppy hole. When he pulled out I turned around to nurse it in my mouth and clean it off. Here’s where the fun started. He didn’t pull away at all and let me hold his cock in my mouth and savor the last drops. My mind was racing wondering if he understood what was available to him. He didn’t make a move and sure enough I started to feel the first few drops of warm piss as his body started to relax and let it flow. It tasted a little strong but I was intoxicated with being this man’s cum dumpster and urinal all at once and I didn’t let a single drop escape as the stream got faster and stronger I gulped and Gulped and gulped and swallowed and took every drop that he gave me. As the stream slowed down he pulled out shook off the last drops and said thanks As he tucked his soft and satisfied cock back into his pants. I felt dazed and amazed and satisfied and hungry for more. I could provide my mouth and ass for service all day long if it were possible.

Part 3 "You've got a great ass." The guy said to Matt as they were standing in line for drinks at the club. Matt turned around and this really sexy blonde, toned guy was looking back at him. Matt blushed and smiled. "Thank you. My name is Matt. What's yours?" The blonde guy said his name was John. John then leaned in and kissed Matt. Matt kissed back and spread his lips taking John's tongue in his mouth. Matt could taste that John had been drinking. Matt thought I guess this guy has some liquid courage. Matt enjoyed making out with John. When it was their turn for drinks, Matt leaned over the bar to get tell the bartender their order. John's hand immediately went down Matt's jeans. Matt swatted at John's hands, but John found Matt's hole. He rubbed it. Matt turned around with the drinks. John removed his hand and took his cocktail. The boys moved to a spot along the wall. John said, "Thanks for the drinks. I'll get the next round." They finished their drinks and made out against the wall. The boys hands were all over each other. John and Matt were back in line for drinks and making out. Matt is hit with a piece of fruit and ice. He stops kissing. Looks at John. They look around. It's "geek chic" and a couple other guys staring at Matt and John and throwing bar fruit and ice from their drinks at them. They are both pissed. Matt thinks, "what the fuck is this about? "geek chic" won't even really talk to me, much less date me; why is this happening?" He gets his cocktail and they go talk to the guys. One guy grabs John and walks away with him. This leaves Matt with "geek chic" who turns around to get a cocktail, ignoring Matt. Matt waits for him to order and then says, "What's going on? What was that all about?" "Geek chic" says that's my best friend you are making out with. The guy he's talking to right now is his boyfriend." Matt is shocked. Matt tries to explain that he didn't know John has a boyfriend. "Geek chic" says it's a fucked up situation, but just don't make it worse, ok. Matt agrees, apologizes again and tries to hug "geek chic" who brushes him off. Matt is annoyed now. Matt takes his drink and goes to dance with his friends, telling them what happened. A few songs later, Matt feels a guy grabbing his hips to dance with him. He looks back. It's John. John leans in and kisses him. Matt forgets for a minute and dances his ass back on John. Then Matt remembers and asks John where his boyfriend is. John says, "I don't care. He's such a prude. He won't even kiss me in public." John kisses Matt again. Matt opens his lips again easily for John's tongue. They make out for awhile. Matt likes how John feels against him. John and Matt break the kiss. John leans in and says, "I hope your ass spreads as easily as your lips do." Matt laughs and says, "What makes you think I'm a bottom?" John says, "People talk." as he nods towards "geek chic." Matt is surprised. "Geek chic" and the boyfriend and another friend are standing like 2 feet away. Clearly they'd been watching the make out session and dancing. They all look pissed. Matt is embarrassed to be caught making out with John again, but also embarrassed that "geek chic" may have told John that Matt let him fuck him bareback. Matt walks away. He finds a friend in line for drinks and gives him money for 4 shots and a drink. The friend and Matt do two shots each as Matt tells the friend about John and the boyfriend. Matt doesn't mention barebacking with "geek chic" since that is way too slutty to share. The friend commiserates with Matt and advises that they just go dance and ignore John and his friends. Matt agrees, but wants to go to the bathroom first. There is a line for the bathroom - as always in this club - and Matt waits against the wall. John finds Matt again and kisses him. Matt pushes John off lightly because the situation is so annoying. Matt drinks his cocktail and says, "John this is annoying. Just go be with your boyfriend." John says, "He left me here." Matt says, "Oh I'm sorry, but don't you live in the suburbs (they had talked while they made out)," John says, "Yeah. I'll take the train home tomorrow." Matt says, "But where are you staying tonight? With "geek chic"?" John says, "Yes. Unless I get a better offer." John smiles are Matt and feels his hip. Matt looks sharply at John indicating that isn't going to happen. John gets in line with Matt for the bathroom. They keep talking. John is really sexy. Matt's resolve is weakening. John can tell Matt is going to give it up tonight. John leans in and licks Matt's neck and says, "You are so sexy." When Matt is done in the bathroom, he waits for John to finish. Matt knows he shouldn't wait for John, but he waits anyway. John comes out, sees Matt waiting and kisses him. He leans in and grabs Matt's ass. John says, "Let's go to your place." Matt agrees. On the way out of the bar, Matt grabs condoms from the free jar and some lube packets. John smiles at Matt when we sees Matt grab the condoms and lube, "Are we using those tonight? Are you going to spread your ass for me?" Matt blushes, "Maybe." John kisses him. Back at Matt's apartment, the guys are naked fast. They get in the shower to clean off the club smells. John and Matt are kissing and making out. John's got a couple fingers in Matt already. John turns Matt to the wall and starts to eat Matt's hole. After the fingers, John's tongue feels soft and amazing. Matt is moaning. Matt says, "Let's dry off and go to my bed." They do. Matt grabs lube and condoms from his jeans and throws them on the bed. John puts Matt on his back, bends back his legs and starts eating Matt's ass again. Matt is loving every minute of this. It's been about a week since Bill fucked him. Matt is craving cock. John's cock is big. Almost 9" as Matt estimates because he couldn't get it all in his mouth earlier. John comes off Matt's ass and climbs up so his body is between Matt's legs, cock resting by his hole and John kisses Matt. John says, "Are you going to let me fuck you?" Involuntarily Matt spreads his legs wider at the question and says, "yes." John says, "You spread your legs and lips easily enough, now spread your ass for me." Matt reaches down and gets the lube and condom, hands them to John, and then reaches for his ass and spreads his cheeks. John opens the lube and puts some on Matt's ass, fingering some into Matt. Matt closes his eyes. John says, "Can I fuck you bareback for a bit? Just for a bit. I want to try it and you look so sexy." Matt's eyes pop open as he looks at John searchingly, wondering if "geek chic" told this secret too. John is lubing his large cock and looking at Matt. Matt has not said anything. He's just looking at John lubing his cock. John leans forward and kisses Matt. He puts the condom in Matt's hand. John lines his cock up to Matt's willing hole and pushes in the tip. Matt winces at John's size. John's face makes an "O" and he says, "Fuck your ass is so warm." John then says, "Just tell me when you want me to wear the rubber. I'll pull out and wrap up." John pushes more of his cock into Matt. Matt relaxes as this big cock invades his ass. Soon Matt feels John's balls on his ass. John is all the way inside him. Matt loves feeling this full. It barely hurts. Matt has taken big cocks before but the friction was always too much. John's cock feels so smooth. John starts fucking Matt. Matt is kissing John as John fucks him. He is holding John's ass with one hand and the condom with the other. Matt feels the length pulling out of his ass and returning with a shove, hitting his prostate. The boys are moaning in each others mouths. Matt drops the condom and puts his other hand on John's back. Matt feels the taut muscles in John's back as he is getting fucked. John and Matt fuck this way for awhile. John pulls out all the way, puts more lube on his cock, and tells Matt to get up doggie. Matt does. Matt sees the condoms on his bed, on his nightstand and on the floor. None of the condoms are on John's cock as Matt feels it slide back inside him. Matt moans and says, "You feel so good inside me." John says, "Your ass is amazing. I trying so hard not to cum too soon." Matt looks back at John as he says this, thinking maybe I should ask him to wear a condom now. He picks a condom off the bed. As he does, John hits Matt's prostate again, a moan escapes Matt's mouth and John kisses him deeply. The boys fuck this way for a few more minutes. John says, "I can't hold out much longer. I'm going to cum in your ass." Matt says, "Fucking cum in my ass." John explodes inside Matt. His fucking gets slower. The tight muscles relax and John slides out of Matt. 20 minutes later, Matt is riding John's cock again with John on his back. Matt is taking it bareback again. Matt is moaning like a slut. John says, "You like taking raw cock in your ass huh?" Matt says, "Fuck yeah. It feels so much better." John says, "Damn right it does." Matt is close. He's stroking his cock as he is riding John. John says, "Don't cum until I'm ready. I want you to cum on me while you beg me to cum inside you." Matt bites his lip and slows down his jerking. He works his ass muscles on John's cock. Matt asks, "Are you close?" John says, "Yeah. Tell me what you want." Matt says, "I want you to cum inside. While I'm riding your big bare cock. I want you to breed my ass." As Matt says this his cock jerks and he starts to cum. John grabs Matt's hips and thrusts up just as Matt's insides spasm on John's bare cock. John shoots another load into Matt. 45 minutes later John is shooting another load into Matt. At 4 am and 7am, Matt is taking more loads from John. At 11am, Matt wakes up. John is gone. He left a note. "You are a sexy fuck."

Part 2 Summer is over. It's November. Matt got tested twice since the hookup with "geek chic." Matt dated a guy named Alexander for a couple months, but they broke it off. Alexander is a great guy but a bad fuck. Alexander has a 6" cock. Dutifully, Alexander wraps it up every time they fucked. Matt has run into "geek chic" at the EDM bar a few times. Matt likes "geek chic" and feels like they shared something special - Matt's first bareback sex. When Matt sees "geek chic," they chat. Sometimes they dance together. They often kiss. Matt even sucked "geek chic" off in an alley one night. "Geek chic" doesn't want to fuck Matt again though. Matt has had sex with a couple other guys since he and Alexander broke off their fling. Each time Matt or the other guy wrapped their cock. Matt has not had bareback sex again. He'd like to get a boyfriend so they can do it bareback. Matt and Alexander still hang out together when they see each other at the bar. Tonight Alexander is out with his group of friends and his best friend from college. The college best friend, named Bill, is hot. He's 6', has brown hair, and works out. Matt sees the group and comes over to say hi for a bit. Matt is attracted to Bill, but feels conflicted because it's Alexander's best friend. Instead of flirting with Bill, Matt goes off to see another group of friends. As the night continues, Bill and Matt run into each other a couple times. Bill hits on Matt each time. Matt tries to shrug it off, but Bill is persistent. Matt wants to explain to Bill that he finds him attractive, but doesn't want to mess up friendships, etc. Matt also doesn't want Alexander or his friends to see Bill and Matt talking at the bar and get the wrong idea. Matt asks Bill to take a walk outside. Bill agrees. Matt makes sure they both get hand stamps before they leave so they can re-enter the bar. Matt and Bill walk toward the river - it's only a couple blocks from the bar. Matt is telling Bill that he doesn't want to mess things up with Alexander because they are friends now. Bill agrees. Bill loves Alexander. Bill doesn't want to mess things up either. Standing in a park area along the river, it's chilly so Bill is hugging Matt from behind. Bill and Matt are still talking, but Bill is clearly hard and his cock is pressed against Matt's ass. Matt says, "Your cock is hard. I can feel it." Bill says, "That's because your hot. Also, Alexander told us what a hot fuck you are and that you have a big cock. I'm horny to see it." Matt says, "We shouldn't because Alexander....." Bill kisses Matt. Matt kisses Bill back. Bill feels Matt's 7.5" cock getting hard. Bill rubs Matt's cock through his jeans. Bill says, "Get your cock out." Matt let's Bill undo his jeans. Matt takes his cock out. Bill plays with Matt's cock and strokes it. The two of them get closer to the trees along the river. Matt gets Bill's cock out and sucks it. Bill leans against a tree and says, "Suck my cock sexy Matt." Matt sucks Bill's cock and uses his hands on his own cock and on Bill's. It's not the first time Matt has sucked cock in this park. Matt thinks it's hot and naughty to suck cock in public. Matt sucks Bill's cock and licks his balls. Bill stands Matt up and returns the favor, sucking Matt's cock. Matt feels Bill finger his ass with spit covered fingers as Bill is sucking his cock. The fingers are a little dry. Matt gets a lube packet he picked up from the bar and gives it to Bill. Matt says, "Use some lube on your fingers. The spit isn't enough. It kinda hurts." Bill apologizes. Puts the lube on his fingers and turns Matt around. Matt is looking out at the water as Bill fingers his ass and strokes his cock. Matt is mesmerized by the scene. It's so amazing to be this free. Bill keeps applying lube to Matt's ass and his fingers. Matt's ass is wet after 10 minutes of fingering. Bill has three fingers in Matt already. Bill thinks Matt is open enough for his cock. Bill puts some lube on his cock. Bill bends Matt over some and lines up his bare cock with Matt's hole. Bill pushes into Matt's ass. Matt winces at first, but he's no virgin. Bill's cock slips in fairly easily. Matt enjoys getting fucked. He loves that Bill slipped inside him without much pain or friction. Matt pushes back on Bill's cock. Bill takes the hint and starts fucking Matt. Matt is moaning softly. He can hear their skin slapping together as Bill fucks him. Matt likes that sound. That sound means a man is behind him fucking him. He can feel the cock sliding in and out of him and hear his own moans. Matt loves this fuck. Bill says, "You like my cock in you slut? All that talk of wanting to be friends with Alexander, but here we are and my cock is fucking you. You love getting fucked don't you, slut?" Matt moans and says, "Yes keep fucking me. It feels so fucking good." Bill's cock slides in and out of Matt's ass. Bill says, "Alexander never said he fucked you bareback. I guess he kept one of your secrets." Matt confused says, "Alexander never fucked me bareback. Why would you say that?" Bill says, "Because you are riding my cock bareback right now." Bill keeps fucking Matt. Matt says, "You are?" Bill responds, "Yeah you only gave me lube packets. Never gave me a condom." Matt is moaning as Bill's cock is sliding in and out of his ass. Matt says, "Oh fuck. No wonder your cock feels so good. Just keep fucking me." Bill grabs Matt hips and bends Matt forward more. Matt starts stroking his cock. Matt loves this bare cock inside him. It feels so good. Bill's fuck is getting faster and the strokes are shorter. Bill is moaning now. Matt knows Bill is close to cumming. Bill says, "I'm close. Can I cum inside you?" Matt says, "Yes. Cum in me." Bill bites his lip to keep from screaming and blows his load in Matt's ass. Matt feels the warmth in his ass. Matt knows Bill just came inside him. Matt is so turned on that he cums in his hand and on the ground. Bill and Matt recover, pull their pants up, clean up a bit and kiss some more. They go back to the bar together. Alexander is mad. He knows they left together, but then when Matt and Bill say they just took a walk; Alexander calms down. Alexander says, "I guess if y'all had fucked you'd have to be total sluts to come back to the bar afterwards." All Alexander's friends laugh, as do Matt and Bill. When the bar is closing, it's clear that Bill and Matt want to hook up. Alexander tells them to have fun. Bill and Matt go back to Matt's apartment. As they are about to fuck again, Bill says "We already fucked bareback. Do we need to use a condom now?" Matt blushes and says, "I guess since you already came inside me, we can just fuck bareback." Bill says, "You mean you want me to breed you again?" Matt says, "What's breeding?" Bill says, "It's when the top cums inside the bottom without a condom." Matt says, "Yes I want you to breed me. That felt so amazing." Bill fucked Matt five more times that night and the next morning. Matt was begging for cum by the last time they fucked. Bill left for the airport the next day. Matt kept Bill's cum inside him and stayed in bed. Matt thought, "That was a great fuck but I can't believe I let another hookup fuck me bareback so easily. I really need to be better about this safe sex stuff."

Hey guys. I decided to write another series. Currently, this series is meant to have 11 parts. One safe sex twink's journey to being a bareback bottom. He's 22 when we begin. It's 1999. He's grown up his whole life hearing nothing but safe sex lectures and only having sex with condoms, even with boyfriends. He has just finished college and started a job. He's 6' tall, 170 lbs, flat stomach (but he thinks he's too fat), runs and works out, blonde, curly floppy hair and blue eyes. He's hot and sexy (but he thinks he's average). Part 1 Matt is at his third bar of the night. This one is a club. Small, only gets started after 2am. Techno and EDM are blasting. Matt is in tight jeans and a shirt that hugs his pecs and shoulders. He's dancing. Drink in hand. Matt is drunk and having fun. Matt loves coming to this bar. He always hooks up here. Guys are drunk and horny. The music is sexy. Matt is usually on his back or doggy getting some guy's condom covered cock stuffed inside him by 5am. He loves coming here. Matt scans the room. His friends are dancing with him. Everyone is looking to hook up. He can feel that sexual energy. It makes Matt dance harder. A space opens on a box just in front of him. It's about 3 feet off the ground. Matt hops on and keeps dancing. Dancing above his friends now. The box is kinda crowded but not terribly. He can definitely move his hips. Looking around the room; Matt sees familiar faces. Guys who have fucked him. Guys he has made out with. Guys he has danced with previously. Guys he just knows from seeing their faces in the bars and clubs. There are a few guys Matt would love to go home with tonight. The red head with the rockin body; or the Latin guy with that sexy accent Matt spoke with in the line waiting to get in the club; or the dark haired, geek chic guy who is sexy as fuck. He's scanning the crowd. Enjoying what he sees. Matt let's loose to dance some more. A few minutes into dancing Matt feels a body next to his on the box. He looks at the guy. It's geek chic. Matt smiles. Geek chic smiles back. They dance together front to front. Geek chic turns Matt around. They grind together for a bit on the box. Matt feels the guy is hot for him. A cock is pressing on his ass. Matt grinds back on the cock. The guy gets harder. Geek's hands are all over Matt. Matt is feeling the guy behind him on his hips and legs. He feels more solid than he looks. Matt turns around and introduces himself. He doesn't catch the guy's name (too loud in the club). Matt says, "Let's get drinks." The two of them hop off the box and make it to one of the bars. The line is ridiculous, as always in the club, so it takes awhile to get drinks. The guys talk. Matt finds out the geek is a grad student, lives close by, and is versatile. The guy convinces Matt to undo his tight jeans so the guy can feel his ass. Matt does it. By the time Matt has ordered drinks, the geek has two fingers in Matt's ass. They kiss at the bar. The geek says, "finish your drink and lets fuck." Matt finishes his drink like a shot. So does the geek. They both say goodnight to their friends and it's off to the geek's place. Less than a 10 minute walk later, Matt is in the geek's apartment. Books everywhere, a decent view, and a mattress and box spring on the floor. The guys are so sweaty. It's August. The geek turns on the air conditioning, but it's a window unit. The geek takes off his shirt. Matt takes off his shirt. They kiss. Geek pushes Matt on the bed and clothes come off - shoes, socks, jeans, underwear. Matt thinks the geek is super sexy. The feeling is mutual. Matt is sucking the geek's cock. The geek is telling Matt he gives great head. The geek pulls Matt off his cock and rolls him onto his back. The geek gets Matt's legs up and is making out with Matt. Their cocks are sword fighting. The geek moves his cock between Matt's ass cheeks. Matt moans as the cock rubs his hole. Matt is going to get fucked soon. Matt looks over, condoms on the bookcase next to them, lube right there, he's comfortable. No worries here. The geek is a safe sex guy just like him. Matt kisses the geek hard. The geek and Matt reposition so the geek can make out with Matt and rub his cock all along Matt's ass crack and hole. Matt moans again. The geek'c cock is about 6.5" and thick. It's going to take a minute to adjust, or so Matt thinks. Matt knows he's tight. Guys tell him that all the time. Matt kisses the geek and the cock is rubbing his hole. They are so sweaty that the geek's sweat is dripping onto Matt. While they are kissing, it happens. The geek's cock slides right into Matt's ass half way. Matt and the geek are both surprised. Matt says, "Fuck that's never happened before." The geek slides in more. Matt grabs the geeks ass. The geek looks at Matt questioningly. Matt says, "keep fucking me." Geek fucks Matt good. Matt is moaning and grunting as his legs are on the geek's shoulders. Geek says, "My cock feels so good in you bareback." Matt says, "Keep fucking my ass." Geek fucks Matt so hard that Matt slides off the mattress onto the floor. Matt's ass is still up on the mattress, but his shoulders and neck are on the floor. He's looking up at the geek. The geek keeps fucking Matt. Matt is jerking his cock. The geek is sliding his cock all the way in and out of Matt's ass. Matt sees that cock has no condom on it every time the geek pulls it out. The geek keeps watching Matt as he is getting fucked. Matt is loving it. Matt is moaning like a slut now. Matt says, "No cock has ever felt this good in my ass." Geek says, "That's because I'm fucking your slut ass bareback." Matt says, "Feels so good." Geek fucks Matt a few minutes longer and cums deep in Matt's ass. Matt's eyes go wide. FUCK! A guy just came inside him bareback. The cums feels so warm. Matt's cock jerks in his hand and sprays cum all over his twink body and face. Matt and the geek get in bed together. They sleep together. Matt and the geek make out and Matt tries to fuck the geek bareback the next morning. The geek won't let him. Says he doesn't usually bareback. Matt says he doesn't either. Matt says the geek was his first bareback fuck. The geek doesn't believe Matt and Matt can see it on his face. The geek and Matt swap head. Matt swallows. The geek does not swallow. Matt goes home in the morning with the geek's cum still in his ass. Matt knows what he did with the geek was slutty and not safe. But Matt knows that he wants to get fucked bareback again. Matt tells himself he will just have to save bareback fucking for his next boyfriend. He swears he'll never fuck bareback again with a hookup.

Looking back, I wish I had never heard about Craigslist. Or thAt Craigslist had policed their personal ads better. Or done away with them much, much earlier than they did. But They didn’t, and now I have to live with the consequences, however long that may be. There was a time when I didn’t really know about Craigslist personals. I used manhunt and adam4adam like a regular, horny gay guy. I also used scruff and Grindr, but those only ever seemed to work if I was out of town. But manhunt and A4A were iffy at best at producing a decent lay, and getting worse. That’s when I heard people talking about Craigslist. It started off as people laughing and talking about “sleazy Craigslist hookups”— like it was a joke. Only the dirtiest of people would post ads and connect that way. People talked about posts they had seen (or heard about) where guys were looking for really off the beaten path kink stuff. Like scat, or diaper play, or rape scenes. It was like the “dirty bookstore” of gay hookups, guys may do it, but didn’t want to be caught using it. Anyway, the seed had been planted (pun intended) and I found myself thinking about it more and more often. Especially as my one regular now had a boyfriend and was not available. And as I said before, manhunt and A4A seemed to be full of flakes. So one weekend night I found myself opening up the personal section and scrolling through to see what kind of trouble was out there. What I discovered was that most of the ads were pretty benign. Just guys looking for a quick hookup. Usually something anonymous with no strings. Which all sounded just fine to me. Now I did find a couple ads looking for stuff I considered beyond the pale, which I quickly skipped over. And then I discovered one ad that caught my eye. I really should have skipped it too, but I was intrigued. This is how the ad read: “PREGNANCY BY THE SPERMINATOR: Is your biological clock ticking? Are you looking to get knocked up? If so, my dick will get the job done. 100% pregnancy track record, usually on the first try. My baby batter is planted so deep, my DNA is guaranteed to take. Serious inquiries only. And no, I ain’t sending a pic of my cuntwrecker- just know it is Guinness Record big and will be the biggest you’ll ever take. Hit me up with a pic and digits in the first email.” There was only one pic with the ad. It was a gritty picture of an egg with sperm surrounding it, like you would see in a textbook or in a biology film. Only superimposed over the egg was the biohazard symbol. Now I wasn’t dumb, I’d been around enough to know the biohazard thing meant HIV positive. And the ad was in the gay men section of the ads so there wasn’t much mistaking what the ad was for. The guy was advertising converting guys into being HIV positive. On purpose. The ad disgusted me. Who would deliberately infect someone? But even worse, his ad was asking for guys who were actively seeking HIV infection? Who does that? Surely there weren’t guys out there that did this, were there? I skipped the ad that night and ended up emailing a top guy who was looking for a dark room pump n dump. He responded, saying he wanted to just walk in and find me on all fours ready to take cock. No talking. 30 minutes later, I was taking a 7” or raw dick, with only the flicker of porn to illuminate the room. I never saw the guys face. Only his nutload the next morning. After my first success, I went back to the Craigslist well again the next day. As I was perusing the ads, I found myself looking for the Sperminator ad. I couldn’t find it- it had probably been reported and removed. I’m not sure why I was fixated on this ad- the concept was revolting. But it also made my dick twinge a little, and I wasn’t sure why. Perhaps I was just intrigued by the description of the guy’s cock. Who knows? Even if the Sperminator ad wasn’t there, there were plenty of others. And that next day I found a couple other ads that sounded good and hit them up. That night I managed to get two more loads, one from a married DL guy and one from a hung, uncut hispanic just getting off work. Craigslist was really working for me! Over the next few months, I would find myself going to Craigslist when I was horny, and I’d usually find some cock. I was noticing a lot of similar and/or repeat ads with the same cock pics. A couple even from guys who had fucked me- and I’d often get repeat cumloads that way. It was in this way I stumbled on the Sperminator ad again. Same heading. Same text. Same pic. And again I was upset by it— and oddly turned on. But sure as hell I wasn’t gonna hit up the ad as I wasn’t one of those, twisted, fucked up “bug chasers”. Fuck that. Although as I scrolled through the ads looking for my next fuck, I started taking stock of whAt I was doing. I was having anonymous, Craigslist hookups and letting these random men fuck me unprotected and cum inside me. And to be honest, what did I know about these guys, really? I was negative but I never really asked about the status of the guys fucking me. Some of them could be positive and just not telling me. But guys wouldn’t do that, would they? Thoughts like this would inevitably quench my sex drive for awhile, until my ass would get the itch again and I’d jump back on good ol Craigslist and hunt down a load or three. About this time I started dabbling with posting my own ads. I had a killer ass pic that seemed to attract the tops. This ad helped me pull in a LOT of cock. But, as all good things do, Craigslist started becoming more hit and miss for me- more often than not a miss. And I started going longer and longer between fucks, and it was driving me crazy. And as we all know, horny and desperate leads to bad decision making. After one particularly crazy month of no sex due to family drama, work, and other extracurricular activities, I finally had a free weekend and I was climbing the walls. I needed sex in the worst way and goddamn it, I was gonna find some. So I jumped on Craigslist and started scrolling... and that’s when I saw it. The Sperminator as was back up. And I opened it found myself reading and rereading it. Why was I even entertaining the thought of this? And why was my dick straining against my sweats at the thought of a cuntwrecker of world record size? I closed the ad and kept scrolling. I found about 8 other ads that intrigued me enough that I sent them messages. After an hour And a half I had zero responses. And it was getting late. Fuck. I needed Dick in me or I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I was literally going out of my mind. Which is my only explanation for why I scrolled back to the Sperminator ad... and answered it. I sent him two pics— a face pic and my ass pic that seemed to get me laid. And I sent my phone number as requested. After I hit send my stomach was in knots. What did I just do? I rationalized it to myself by telling myself that he probably wouldn’t even message me. And even if he did I was under no obligation to respond. I could even block his number if I wanted. All of which would be moot because I was sure he wouldn’t... My phone chimed at me. I had a text. I opened the text window. Random local number text. All it said was “sup”. Fuck, what do I do now? I could ignore. But my stomach had that anxious feeling and my cock was throbbing in anticipation. What to do what to do?? I took a breath and texted back. Me: my ass. For cock Him: I see that. Nice ass. seen ur ads before. Thought about hittin it 4 awhile Me: glad you like. I’m kinda nervous tho. You sound huge Him: it is huge. U gon walk funny 4 days Me: lol that’s what scares me Him: u hit me up, u must want a baby Me: that also scared me Him: u wastin my time? U saw my ad. I knock bitches like u up for fun. U never forget this Dick. Him: U want or no? I waited and debated. And in the end, I texted back. Me: yes. Him: addy? I typed in my address, parking and entry instructions. And I hit send. Him: coo. See you in 20. Have that ass deep cleaned My god. What the fuck did I just do? What was I thinking? And hell, I better fucking check my prep work to make sure I am fully cleaned out. The next 20 minutes went by in a blur. My ass was fully prepped. I prelubed the hell out of my hole and I cracked open some fresh poppers. Just as I was dimming lights and getting the porn on, my phone buzzed. He was at my building entrance— and I was freaking out. I buzzed him in anyway. There were 30 tense seconds, and then there was a knock at my door. And there I was, at the rubicon. Was I going to do this— like for real do this? I opened the door and invited him in. The Sperminator was tall. Really tall. Like pro basketball tall. Probably 6’8”? And he was black. And he was handsome. Scruffy beard. Short dreads with blonde tips. A visible neck tattoo peaking out the top of his shirt. Biggest feet I’ve ever seen on a human— the Nike’s were enormous. I locked the door and led him to the living room. He took off his jacket and sat down. I asked if he needed anything to drink. He asked if I had beer— I did. I got two and joined him in the couch. “You’re really nervous,” he said. “Well yeah. I’m honestly not sure why I answered the ad, and I’m second guessing everything.” “Something about it must have got your juices flowing. You must secretly want that ass knocked up,” he smirked. “I don’t think I do— at least I never thought about it that way. I mean, I get off on taking raw cock and cum, but never thought about it much beyond that,” I confided. “Then why am I here dude? You know what I do and you answered my ad.” He stood up to leave. “Cuz I’m a whore for big cock and I think I’ll go crazy if I don’t get fucked and bred tonight!” I stated. “Well, I got big cock,” he said, and he swished his hips back and forth. He was wearing grey sweats and what swung back and forth below the fabric looked positively monstrous. “He sniffin our that pussy and he getting excited,” he said. And his rising cock started pressing into the leg fabric. I set my beer down and got on my knees in front of him. “Can I see it?” I asked. He nodded and I reached up and slowly pulled down his sweatpants. I had to pull his sweats almost down to his knees before his cock sprang free. Yes, you read that right. His cock nearly stretched to his knee! When it popped free, I just sat back on my heels and marveled. It was simply fucking huge. “Told ya,” he said. “You like? That pussy quiverin?” “Hoh. Lee. Fuck.” I finally breathed. “It is easily the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Porn or real life”. For my own edification, I cupped his balls and laid his cock along my arm. It went past my goddamn elbow. And it was torpedo shaped. The middle of it was fat— fat like my forearm fat. I mean, the whole thing was fat, but the middle was ridiculous. And I don’t think he was even fully hard yet. “Now that he up, he ain’t satisfied til he breed a pussy,” he told me. “So I hope you’re ready.” I sucked the the tip and as much of him into my mouth. Bottomed out in my mouth, i wasn’t even 1/3 of the way down his dick. Just feeling his head flex in my mouth and feeling that massive, heavy member was making my own dick leak. I tried sucking him a bit longer before I gave up and pulled off him. “Since I can’t even begin to suck this thing, let’s hope my ass is ready for this cuntwrecker. My ass was definitely not ready. We went to my bedroom and got naked. He laid down on my bed. “Here, imma do you a favor and let you sit on it. Normally I just take the pussy, but tonight I’m feeling generous.” So I lubed him liberally, straddled him, positioned his head at my hole, and hit the poppers hard. I still could have stopped. Said no. Made him leave. But that massive cock was beckoning me. I needed to try it, if anything just to say I did it. I wanted the story. And I wanted to know what that much cock felt like inside my body. So without another thought (and with a good popper rush going) I started to sink down onto his dick. I did not make it far. I got hung up at that thick middle portion. My ass was feeling full and I wasn’t even halfway onto him. I slow bounced up and down to try to get that thick portion in, but no dice. I pulled off and relubed us both, took more poppers, and tried again. And again I got stuck halfway at the thick part. He must have been at least 7” in diameter there. Or more. My fingers never came close to touching around it. “I don’t know if I can get you in,” I panted. “Sure you can, that pussy good and deep,” he said. I felt his hands move to my hips and then he sharply thrust up into me while pulling down on my hips. I howled in pain. I’m sure my neighbors thought I was being murdered, and I guess technically speaking, I was. He just tore my sphincter in one thrust and I nearly blacked out. My vision fuzzed our to blackness and I saw stars. And the pain made me feel nauseous. “There you go, baby,” he said. “Told you I’d fit— and make you walk funny for days.” And the irony was he wasn’t even fully in yet. His thick part was, but there was probably still 3 or 4 more inches of him to go. Thankfully he stayed still while my ass did it’s best to adjust to his massive size. I gulped great quantities of air in order to relax. And I hit the poppers again. Slowly I up and downed onto his cock and I could feel his head at my second ring. And then popped through and was beyond my second ring— and still going. And that’s when my eyes rolled back in my head. I’d never felt anything like it before. The biggest cock I’d previous had was probably a true 8.5”. It was enough to smash into my second ring and hurt. And eventually with some maneuvering his head went in. But it was uncomfortable. This cock was closer to 13”. And was sublime. The pleasure created by his cock rearranging my intestines and slipping well into my second ring was mind blowing. It was making me forget the pain at my hole. I hit the poppers and started to ride him in earnest as I could NOT get enough of that feeling. I rode him and worked myself into a lather. I was sweating bullets from the effort of taking something so massive into my body. And my dick was rock hard and leaking Precum onto his belly. I was in heaven. Or so I thought. “Ok, that’s enough of a free ride. Time for me to deep dick this pussy right,” he informed me. He lifted up on my hips and I slowly extricated his cock from my ass. It felt like it took a minute to fully pull out of me. The tug outward on my ass as the thick part pulled out was intense as hell. And thankfully I had indeed prepped adequately. He commented on this and was impressed. He got me on all fours at the edge of the bed (thankfully my bed was tall) and he stood up behind me. I asked him to put a bit more lube on (he did) and I took a good snootful of poppers. He positioned himself at my hole and said, “Get ready- cuz we ain’t stoppin til I put a baby in you.” And then he shoved in. The pleasure pain of it was exquisite. The thick part still hurt like fuck going in, but not like before. And he buried himself in me in one stroke and ache as he went into my second ring took my breath away. I screwed the poppers to my nose and prepared for his onslaught. It was borderline brutal. Once he was in, he set up to pistoning my guts with shorter deep thrusts. Making my second ring jack his head and shaft. And then every so often he’d do a long, slow, pullout— pause— then shove back in hard until his pelvis slapped my ass. I moaned and grunted with every hard thrust. The short strokes made me keen in delight. At some point my body gave in to his cock and he sensed it. It was like my ass stopped fighting and finally relaxed. When that happened, it was like I was transported to a different dimension. The pleasure. The deep deep pleasure was transcendent. It was like my whole body was on the edge of a sneeze and vibrating. When we reached this point, he started pulling his cock all the way out of me and then slamming it back in to the hilt. Again and again and again. I think I was either moaning or saying “oh fuck” with every thrust. I honestly don’t recall exactly. My vision was red from the poppers and I was almost having an out of body experience. “You ready to get pregnant, bitch?” He asked? “Fuck yes!! Knock me up deep!” I cried. He buried himself deep and did a series of quick, short thrusts. And then he grabbed my hips hard (enough to leave finger shaped bruises) and did one final wickedly hard thrust that he kept buried as deep as he could. I felt his massive member throb deep inside me. Deeper inside me than any man had ever been. It throbbed again. And again. And again. Six seven eight times. Or more. We stayed welded together until he stopped spurting and his dick started softening. Part of me was glad the fuck was over. My ass needed a break from the pain aspect. But the full feeling in my ass was so nice I didn’t want him to pull out. But eventually he did, but not before telling me to tighten my hole and squeegee every drop of seed out of his cock. I collapsed onto the bed and into a huge wet spot. Apparently he’d fucked the cum out of me, but I was so out of it, I didn’t realize when I had cum. As he cleaned himself up in my bathroom he complimented me on my ass and my ability to take his cock. “Most guys cry,” he said matter of factly. As I walked him to the door he said, “Now you read my ad, right? 100% pregnancy guarantee. If you don’t get it this time, I’ll come back til you do. I got a rep to protect. You just let me know.” He had to come back two more times before my pregnancy test came back positive.

This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. *********************************************************** I like the gay group at school. We have weekly meetings and have a lot of activities, like when there was a demonstration recently to raise public awareness of gay hate crimes, we made posters, distributed flyers, etc., working together with other local gay groups. We also have bar night, my favorite, where we can mix and mingle. We headed out last week to a pretty tame dance bar and I immediately seized the opportunity to chat up this guy Brian and buy him a couple of drinks. I've wanted him for a long time. Brian is 23, brown hair, hazel eyes that look so innocent, short but beefy build,always wears sports gear and trainers. We looked through the free gay rags at the bar and he commented on how hot the leather daddy in one ad was. After talking for a long time on the bar side, where it's not as loud and they have booths, I said,"You like leather dudes like the one in the bar ad? Me too." I mentioned another group I was going to the following night at my friend Ron's house- a leather fetish group in which I thought Brian would be interested. Ron, the host, is a hardcore leather daddy- 55 years old,has a fully equipped dungeon in his basement, where he holds weekly parties with a lot of guys stopping by. I didn't mention how Ron is also POZ, the biggest sleaze I know, as are all of the guys who attend, myself included. Brian was really excited about being invited and said he always wanted to explore leather. "Explore you will," I said. I was rock hard just thinking of Brian getting a warm welcome from the older POZ sleaze guys at Ron's party and when I got up from the seat to go to the loo my pants were tented obscenely. My friend Eddie and I just call it the "bareback party" since that's all it is. Brian and my fellow bug chaser friend Eddie and I all met up and went to the party the next night. "What should I wear?" Brian asked. "Well, I have a leather vest you can borrow," I said. "But we usually strip down. You're cool with that, aren't you?" "For sure. No prob." Ron greeted us at the door and took 2 quid from each of us to cover refeshments, and we walked in to admiring glances from all the guys there- all of whom were nude or semi-nude, wearing jockstraps, leather arm bands, collars. One huge muscular guy, a top guy with lots of tattoos, looked over at us and smiled. He has fucked both Eddie and me on different occasions- both bareback, giving us huge loads, and doubtless looked forward to nailing the new piece of ass we brought with us. "Hey, how are you?" the leather dude said, and ushered us into the kitchen, where he poured us very strong drinks which Brian drank eagerly, out of nervousness. We started taking off our clothes, which our host Ron took from us. The leather dude, his cock already erect, started helping Brian out of his clothes, commenting on what a nice body he had. He said to keep the leather vest on, that it made him look so sexy. One of the older guys lit up a joint and offered it to us, which we all accepted- Brian inhaling much more than us. I think our drinks were slightly "enhaced" with something- which I expect and warmly welcome, but Brian's must have been especially strong. We had barely just arrived, and Brian was making out with the muscular POZ guy, who was feeling up his ass and rubbing his leaking dick against Brian's belly. When I turned my head for a minute to speak to someone who had fucked me the previous week, Brian was being led into a bedroom with Ron and the muscular guy. They left the door open, and guys were gathered around to watch. Brian was soon on his stomach on the bed,his sweet tight ass getting rimmed by the muscular POZ guy. I love GHB. Ron held poppers under Brian's nose as the muscular guy entered him bareback. He yelped and it seemed like he initially tried to struggle, but in the end he relaxed and accepted his long and quite rough fucking. Ron got out his digital camera and the room lit up in super-fast flashes of light as he caught Brian's pozzing to add to his huge collection of amateur bareback pics. Brian was just another bareback party-goer. The muscular dude bellowed out he was cumming and deposted his load in Brian's stretched butthole. He smiled and slapped Brian's ass when he was finished and then Ron took his turn, enjoying the leather top's cum as lube. Another 4 guys fucked Brian raw and then I felched all the cum out of his ass while they took pictures of us cum pigs. Eddie, meanwhile, was getting fucked raw on the bed next to us. The entire place smeeled wonderful. Like poppers and weed and fucking. A gay man's paradise. I let Brian keep the leather vest. He was pure excitement about everything that happened and definitely will be there next week. When that one bareback site was still up and operating,I bought a "BUGCHASER" t-shirt. I want to see Brian wearing that and nothing else at the next party. With him, we are one step closer to becoming the majority.

Part 1 - The State Visit Alex stood in front of the full length gilded edge mirror in his dressing room, his eyes darting and following the reflection of his valet watching his every move the closer he got. Alex let out a gentle moan and rolled his head back at the the soft hands touching the bare skin of his neck. He couldn't help himself getting lost in the moment fleetingly allowing himself erotic pleasure whilst his valet fastened the top button of his tunic, his whole body tingled like the fingers were touching every part of him. Jackson was well versed having practiced this several times on Prince Alexander since his return from military school and his appointment as valet to the prince. It wasn't hard to comprehend how things went from duty to erotic sensations, it certainly didn't help matters when Jackson stood behind the prince almost pressing his groin against the royal arse. He was risking his job without question if he was found out and was certainly never meant to happen, the prince was so cute and provocatively sexy that they ended up tangled in a sexual attraction for each other. For the prince was desperate to free himself and finally enjoy the intimacy of a man, for Jackson it was pure unashamed pleasure. "Keep still your highness" Jackson said deliberately taking his time with the button. Alex lowered his eyes staring back at Jackson's reflection "Hurry up then" he replied. "Shut up or I will undress you again" Jackson warned catching Alex eye and smirking. Alex chuckled "You can't speak to me like that!" he exclaimed tongue in cheek. Jackson smiled "You might be a prince but in bed.." he said pulling the tunic. Alex giggled rolling his neck back again sighing "At least you perform your duties well". "Stand up straight your highness" Jackson commanded in a hushed tone partly giggling now. Alex tried to keep a straight face "Do this, do that!" he said, "Man you are bossy!". They both laughed then stopped hearing the main lounge doors open, their eyes glancing at each other through the mirror hearing the metallic clanking sound hitting the door. Alex knew this meant his brother the crown prince had entered and he quickly tried to put his royalness on, he just couldn't help smiling knowing full well he was sporting a semi erection from his valet man handling him. Jackson quickly removed his hands and stepped aside picking up a brush and running it over the tunic whilst Alex stood still. He was mustering all his strength to stop giggling but his eyes kept fleeting back to Jackson's reflection as Prince Alden entered the dressing room. Jackson stopped and turned to the prince bowing his head "Good Morning your highness". Alden saw the way his brother looked at his valet "Your late!" he said. Alex turned his head to face his brother "They are not due for another hour" he replied. Alden looked at the valet "Walk away" he said using the royal command to dismiss staff. Jackson bowed his head then turned to Alex "Your highness" he said before stepping backwards. Alden waited for him to leave "We are to attend the briefing before their arrival". Alex sighed "Whatever!" he said picking up his gloves, "And you don't dismiss my valet". "I was under the impression a valet is the last thing you wanted" Alden replied. Alex put on his gloves "Mind your own business!" he said checking himself one last time. Alden stopped Alex from walking out "Don't forget your manners spare" he said smirking. Alex nodded and stepped back bowing his head to his brother "Fuck you!" he said. Alex pushed his way out hearing his brother laugh and clanking along behind him. It was the one word his brother used that got under his skin immediately. Being the second born Prince Alexander was second in line to the throne until Alden had children then he would go further down the succession line. It had never bothered Alex growing up, his brother being three years older had started tormenting Alex when he was old enough to understand what that meant in the line of succession, he was the spare and Alden enjoyed playing on that and reminding his brother constantly. Alex loved his brother despite the tormenting and for the most part it just washed over him, if Alex was not in the mood it got under his skin. Alex soon found out that being the spare meant more freedom without the world watching his every move like a hawk, he was so thankful that the spotlight was almost always focused on Crown Prince Alden. Despite those slight differences the brothers loved each other without question and were very close, they fought, they played, they joked. The banter that went on between them was a loving one and Alden had no idea that his brother was finding the whole royal life thing hard to deal with the older he got. He knew he was different from around 14 years old and took until he was 17 to fully understand how different he was. He had had absolutely no inclination to women and often stared and watched the male members of the royal household going about their duties, thoughts of secret trysts in the numerous secret passage ways the staff used aroused him immensely. It was a heavy burden and Alex knew if he left all of this he could be free to enjoy a life he wanted, that was until he was appointed his valet Jackson. It provided some sexual satisfaction but failed to lift the restrictions that were almost suffocating him. Alden caught up with his brother "Royal protocol spare, get behind me" he said smiling. Alex stopped and waited "If I had a sword I would stick it in your back" he replied. "Somehow I don't think you are even joking!" Alden said looking back at his brother smiling. "You never use to be like this" Alex said dragging his feet behind his brother. Alden stopped and turned to his brother "Royal life bro" he said in a matter of fact way. Alex stared at him for a moment. "Our positions grew with age" Alden said sympathetically. "Maybe I just want to slip away from all this" Alex replied, "I hate it". Alden smiled "No you don't, anyway I need you by my side to make me look good". Alden glanced back at his brother affectionately, even if his suspicions were correct about Alex being gay he would love him and accept his brother no matter what. Their lives growing up had been so intricately entwinned yet despite the ribbing Alden gave his brother he knew Alex loved him the same. They approached the doors to the state reception room where the footman opened both sides 'Their royal highnesses Crown Prince of Monrovia and Prince Alexander of Monrovia' he announced to the room which was in a flurry of activity putting the final touches to make the room ready to receive the dignitaries and invited guests. Everything went quiet for a moment as they all turned and bowed or curtsied at their entrance before going back to their tasks. There in all his glory stood the man Alex hated most, Major Lipscombe or arse wiper as he referred to him as. He held the position of Master of the Household and was responsible for all their personal staff and ensuring the palace was running efficiently. Major Lipscombe was waving a piece of paper around talking to the kings private secretary and the head of royal events and ceremonies. Major Lipscombe immediately left and headed towards to the two princes bowing his head then taking them through the reception party, Alex then went off with the head of Royal Events to go through the guest list. "A word please Lipscombe" Alden said watching Alex being briefed. "Of course your highness" Major Lipscombe replied. "The valet assigned to Prince Alexander" Alden said looking at Lipscombe. "Jackson" Lipscombe confirmed, "Excellent valet and highly trained sir". Alden smirked "Maybe too well trained and a little familiar with the prince". "Really?" Lipscombe replied, "Are you sure?" he questioned Alden who nodded. "Better safe than sorry" Alden replied glancing at Alex. Lipscombe nodded "I will have him removed from the palace immediately" he offered. Alden looked at him "No, don't do that or the prince will know" he said clearly. "Swap him over with my valet" Alden said giving Lipscombe a clear order. Lipscombe nodded "Yes of course your highness" he replied. "Good" Alden replied, "Just don't let the prince know. Walk away" he said dismissing him. Major Lipscombe acknowledged and bowed his head stepping several paces backwards. Alden glanced over at his brother, he was sure about the stolen looks he saw between the valet and his brother indicated there was a little to much casualness between them and it had to stop before it got messy. His plan to swap the valets over would be taken as a promotion for Jackson, his own valet Eldred would probably be annoyed or even angry about his removal from the crown prince. Alden was no fool and knew Jackson was gay, his brother was still very impressionable and somewhat naïve when it came to life experiences and men. He had found out about Alex by pure coincident from a close friend who told him his brother was swaying more to male company as he called it. Alden was doing his best to look out for Alex and remove any staff that he got close to and effectively cutting it off at every turn, he had to maintain the dignity of Monrovia's first family. Alden was as straight as they came and he was currently dating the daughter of King Constantine of Hellenic to much fanfare across both their families and nations. Alex left the reception room and walked in to the private lounge next door where his parents the King and Queen had just arrived. He sat down next to his mother chatting for a few minutes, at least his parents spared Alex all the protocols and were very down to earth with him just like parents should be. Alden was a different matter, a stickler for protocol since he had been groomed from the age of 12 as the Crown Prince and he took it way too seriously for Alex's liking. If there was one thing that Alden found hard to deal with it was the way Alex was treated and given more freedom and flexibility. The door to the lounge opened and the footman bowed his head announcing the guests arrival on to the palace grounds, it signified a long day ahead where Prince Alexander would have to play his part. They waited until the footman signalled and opened the doors to the reception room, two trumpeters played the royal fanfare and the dignitaries turned to look at the open doors. The master of ceremonies waited for the fanfare to end 'His Majesty The King and Her Majesty The Queen' he called out loudly then pausing, 'His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Monrovia and Her Highness Dowager Queen of Monrovia'. Again he paused for a moment 'His highness Prince Alexander of Monrovia' this was his cue to cross over the threshold and enter the reception room alone and greeting the dignitaries. His mother ever the watchful one kept a close eye on Alex being his first official royal reception in full dress. The Queen was not disappointed watching her son charm the many people he met, she leaned in to her husband telling him who she thought Alex was a natural. The King turned and smiled watching his son, the ability to engage people did appear very natural to Alex and the guests instantly warmed to him vying for his time. Alex on the other hand was taking discreet glances at two of the newest crown protection officers, in fact he found that during the pre-lunch reception that he couldn't keep his eyes off them and struggled to focus a little. With the luncheon over and many guests departing except the dignitaries who were staying in the palace the royal family retired to the private family rooms for a debrief and then a few hours down time before the state banquet. The King went over and joined his son on the sofa after the debrief. "Alex you did amazing out there" his father remarked. Alex smiled "Thank you father" he replied, "Wasn't as bad as I thought it would be". The King chuckled "How would you like to take on a more public profile?" he asked. "I don't know father" Alex replied trailing off, "I am not sure I am ready or ever will be". "Alex" the King said affectionately, "You are going to make a great prince trust me". Alex nodded and his father continued "You are kind, considerate and charming all excellent qualities". Alex leaned back with a worried frown "Do I have to?" he asked cheekily. His father smiled "It is part of us Alex" he replied patting his son's knee. Alex nodded "So I will take on more of my own events?" he asked. "Eventually yes" his father replied noticing the doubtful look on Alex face. "Your mother and I have the royal visit in September to Spain" the King now said. Alex nodded "Yes I am aware of your diary" he replied. "Good, how would like you to accompany us in your official capacity?" the King asked. Alex mused a moment "Is this a royal command or choice?" he asked slightly taken back. The King chuckled "Purely your choice Alex" he said lovingly, "I would like it if you did, so would your mother". Alex smiled "Yes I would love to" he replied watching his father smile broadly. His father stood "Alex if anything is on your mind you can talk to me" he said. Alex looked up at his father but refrained from opening up "Thank you" he replied. "Come let's get some fresh air" The King said as his mother approached. Alex joined his parents for a walk around the private gardens to get some fresh air and enjoy the early summer sun before heading back to their respective royal apartments. The thought of going on an official state visit without his brother lording it up got him a little excited at the prospect. The household staff were quick on their feet receiving word the family were returning to their royal apartments and disappeared down various corridors and passages. Jackson made it to the dressing room ahead of his prince and tidied up a little waiting for Alex to appear. Alex entered walking to the dressing room "Your highness" Jackson said bowing his head. "Jackson, you sneaking up on me?" Alex asked surprised by his appearance. "Only to attend to your needs your highness" Jackson replied helping with the tunic. Alex grabbed Jackson's hand "Can you run me a bath please" he said, "I can manage the rest". Jackson nodded "Of course your highness" he replied bowing his head and leaving. Alex stood at the bathroom door watching Jackson "You want to get in with me?" he asked. Jackson turned his head folding the towel ready and smirked "No, I have work to do". Alex finished undressing and walked back to the bathroom "Thank you" he muttered. Jackson smiled "I will return at 5.30 your highness" he said bowing and leaving. "Stop calling me your highness" Alex said annoyingly. After Jackson had left Alex laid in the bath for nearly half an hour chilling out and mulling over the conversation with his father. It frightened him a little and the doubts started creeping in again, his life was careering in to the public eye. In his heart he understood the decision was already made by his birth right and it was now only a matter of time. Alex laid on the bed naked on his stomach reading the palace's social media updates. Forgetting the time he suddenly became aware of someone watching him and turned his head smiling at the grin on Jackson's face. Alex jumped off the bed and sauntered past Jackson. His clothes already laid out for the state banquet made easy work for them both. Jackson attached the scarlet red sash over the formal tunic, it rested on Alex's right shoulder down to his left hip. The scarlet red sash was only worn by the reigning monarchs and direct descendants. Jackson then picked up the silver Royal House of Monrovia coat of arms brooch and attached it to top right side of the sash, he then picked up a similar sized golden brooch with images of his parents coronation inlaid and attached it beneath the first one. Jackson stepped back and bowed "You are a fine prince your highness" he said smiling. "Fine?" Alex questioned him grinning. Jackson chuckled "Fine" he replied, "With a great arse". Alex looked at him and smiled "I am glad you approve" he replied. "You are escorting Lady Trasillion to dinner" Jackson informed him. Alex looked at him "Okay I briefly met her earlier, what do you know about her?" he asked. "Not a lot" Jackson replied, "She is chairwoman of the International HIV Foundation". "Really?" Alex suddenly replied, "That is a big charity I hear" he said. Jackson nodded "Spans many countries supporting many things" he replied Jackson stood back "Perfect, you may go" he said. Alex turned to him "No you may go" he replied laughing. Jackson opened the doors for his prince to leave, across the hallway two maintenance staff were varnishing the door to the small apartment opposite his, they both stopped and bowed as he walked past, thinking nothing more it he carried on down to the cocktail reception. The two footman bowed and opened the large double doors announcing his arrival 'His Royal Highness Prince Alexander of Monrovia' one of the footman called to the reception guests. The guests parted and followed royal protocol as Alex entered the room, he stopped and chatted casually with a few people as the reception started up again, then spotting Lady Trasillion Alex worked his way around the party and was formally introduced to her, together they waited for everyone to find and take their seats at the state banquet. Then filing out behind the King and Queen then his older brother Alex escorted Lady Trasillion in to the state banqueting hall. Alex spent most of the dinner in conversation with Lady Trasillion and subtly brought their chat around to her charitable work. He found out that she was very passionate about it and the work they did across the many countries as a joint international charity. As usual by 10pm the King, Queen and Crown Prince departed the banquet but Alex held back to talk more with his guest. Their conversation so far had been incredibly eye opening for Alex and Lady Trasillion had insisted that Alex call her Margarite. Alex put his coffee down "Margarite, does the charity have Royal Patronage?" he asked. Magarite shook her head "No, we applied twice in the last five years" she replied. She continued "I guess we ask for too much involvement on your families part". Alex nodded "Yes the King and Queen are over burdened with patronage requests" he said. Margarite nodded "Your highness this evening has been an honour but I must leave". Alex smiled and stood "Margarite it has been a pleasure talking to you" he replied. "You are too kind your highness" Margarite said curtseying. "Come to the palace and lunch with me, I would love to talk more" Alex genuinely said. "Thank you that you would be delightful" Margarite replied then took her leave. Lady Trasillion wasn't overly sure if the prince had meant his last remark or if he was just being polite and appeasing her. Alex slipped out through one of the secret doors in to the private quarters of the palace, tired and his feet aching he wandered the expansive hallways towards his rooms. On the plus side he saw the latest two recruits to the crown protection office again who joined a few months ago to start their training. He never really paid that much attention but he had noticed that both the recruits were youngish, pretty hot looking and certainly bed worthy. That thought alone made him chuckle as he turned the corner towards his rooms. Alex swung open the doors to his rooms with great fanfare and leaving them wide open knowing that Jackson wouldn't be far behind, he made his way to the dressing room and sure enough Jackson appeared through the servants door then going to the lounge area he closed the doors and returned to the dressing room. Alex stood in front of the mirror deeply lost in thought and glanced at the reflection of Jackson in the mirror and producing a small smile. It certainly didn't take Alex long to imagine the stimulating touch of his valet, even despite his tiredness his whole being felt illuminated and those familiar stirrings emerged from within his body. "Good evening your highness" Jackson said bowing his head slightly following protocol. "Jackson, get me out of this outfit please" Alex pleaded placing his arms by his side. Jackson began undoing the buttons to the tunic "You look tired" he said softly. Alex watched Jackson's hands at work "That and my feet really ache" he replied. Jackson smiled and removed the tunic hanging it up "Breeches!" he remarked. Alex spread his legs apart slightly "Go for it" he replied smirking at Jackson. "Stop flirting you little tramp" Jackson replied slipping his hand inside them. Alex moaned coming back to life "How dare you fondle a prince" he said seductively. Jackson removed his hand "You enjoy it way too much" he replied removing his shoes and breeches. Alex watched him put the clothes away. "Shall I do your shirt Alex?" Jackson asked. Alex nodded "Yes please" he replied waiting for Jackson to stand within inches of him. Jackson couldn't help smiling feeling the princes hand rubbing his cock. Alex chuckled feeling the shirt fall away exposing his young soft body. Jackson folded the shirt up ready to be taken to the laundry. He turned back to the prince and ran his hand over Alex's chest feeling the soft supple skin. Alex moaned rolling his head back and Jackson moved in tenderly kissing the neck of his prince and slowly working his way upwards until he felt the moist tenderness of his lips and mouth. Briefly they exchanged a kiss before Alex felt his feet leaving the ground and being carried towards the bedroom. Jackson laid his prince on the bed and removed his socks taking one foot he gently massaged and kissed it. Alex raised his head off the bed watching Jackson and moaning softly, his hands working his underwear down to his ankles where Jackson finished off and removed them then began undressing himself. Jackson stood there naked and climbed on the bed forcing his way between Alex's legs, his face looming closer with a gentle teasing manner until he kissed his prince lightly on the mouth, their eyes meeting briefly then all hell let lose. Jackson kissed the prince aggressively, Alex's legs flung upwards wrapping around Jackson's body whilst his hands roamed coveting every inch his valet's strong athletic build. Finally securing his arms and legs tightly around the torso he swung Jackson over on to his side. The aggression from pent up desire in their kissing slowly calmed to a more intimate flow, fingers lightly dancing and caressing each other for several minutes until Jackson rolled on to his back pulling the prince and forcing his highness to straddle across him. His hips gyrating his solid seven inch erection against Alex's arse whilst their kissing continued. Slowly inching his hips forward and using his arse until he felt the head of Jackson's cock pressed up against his hole. Alex let out a tiny cry before pushing his hips back and jiggling his arse, slowly his arse lips eased apart perfectly surrounding the head of Jackson's cock. The wriggling of his arse and upward push of Jackson's hips paved the entry way. Alex stifled a cry at the burn in his arse, his head pulled down in to a kiss and held there by Jackson's arm whilst the other circled around his body holding it firmly in place. Jackson was every part a man and a very dominant lover, something that Alex had learnt over the last few weeks combined with a sense of safety in his company allowed him to relax and enjoy their passionate romps. So enthralled in the kissing his mind completely oblivious to the pain in his arse taking more of Jackson's cock, only when Alex felt the coarseness of the pubic hair rubbing against the sensitive skin around his hole did he moan succinctly in to Jackson's mouth. The steady pace of his hips pushing up whilst his arm pulled Alex down impaling him deeper each time on his cock. He was sex, he was all man and all sex and Alex was left in no doubt each time they were together. The sweet whimpers and gasps from his prince danced in the air shrouded by their intimate reaction towards each other. Jackson speared Alex's mouth with his tongue feeling the start of his orgasm, his arm pulling Alex's mouth tighter to his own kissing him with sexual aggression and urgency, his hips jabbed and thrusted up in rapid succession before holding them aloft clenching his arse muscles and feeling the freedom of his cock pulsing out his orgasm. Alex gyrated his hips, no longer did he try to free himself and pull off before the orgasm, after feeling the exhilarating power of Jackson's orgasm once before by accident he needed more of it. Alex had slipped into the rush and thrill of feeling Jackson's orgasm, he was after all a man who enjoyed sex and never pulled out when he was done. Alex kissed him delicately on the mouth then leaned up pushing his arse down firmly on his cock, slowly working his arse on the cock he allowed Jackson to take hold his royal cock rubbing it gently. Jackson loved this part even more, watching the prince stimulating himself on his cock until he would roll his head back and shudder, expelling his cum on Jackson's chest then finally falling forward wrapping themselves in each others arms kissing once again. Finally disentangling themselves Alex laid in his arms. Often in this state Jackson could feel the vulnerability and the insecurity of the prince, he was a far cry from his sometimes arrogant brother and seemed almost lost and in desperate need of a real companion who was level headed. Jackson was not the person for Alex and a silent truth existed between them knowing this fact. "Do you enjoy living in the palace?" Alex suddenly asked stroking Jackson's chest. Jackson stroked Alex's face "Yes, to serve crown and country is the best job" he replied. Alex leaned up "You don't find it oppressive at times?" he asked, "I do" he exclaimed. "How so, I mean you are a prince and it is your home?" Jackson replied looking curious. "It never use to bother me, sometimes it feels like a prison" Alex said with sadness. Alex laid back down "I just want some freedom, I want to be me, not the prince". Jackson chuckled "You will have a little more freedom soon" he replied stroking his head. Alex leaned up again looking at him. "Your crown protection officer" Jackson said. "Oh dam, I forgot about that. A fucking shadow following me around" Alex replied annoyingly. A brief silence fell between them. "I want to love who I want to love" Alex spoke softly. Jackson looked knowingly at him and Alex continued "There is an expectation of me". "Talk to your parents Alex and explain how you feel" Jackson said assuring him. Alex stoked Jackson's chest "I fear they would be disappointed" he replied. Jackson kissed him on the head "The Governor Premier will be on your side Alex". Alex sighed "Yes I know" he replied yawning and stretching. Jackson laughed quietly and kissed him "I have to go it is nearly 1am" he said getting up. Jackson dressed whilst Alex watched him. "What time do you want waking?" he asked. Alex shrugged "Usual time" he replied, "Bed sheets will need changing in the morning". Jackson smiled "Messy little prince aren't you" he said leaning down to kiss him. "You shouldn't cum so much" Alex replied looking at him, "Walk away sexy" he chuckled. With that Jackson disappeared laughing quietly and heading back to his quarters. Alex laid in bed with the scent of Jackson still strong on the pillow, he rolled over hugging the pillow closely and shuffling away from the damp patch where Jackson's cum had seeped out of his arse.

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I would agree with you, but I’ve seen so many of these Dudes clutching their pearls online or in bars only to see them late nights, in the shadows waiting to get their turn at the latest seedy motel Cumdump, not a condom to be found.

Ever been High and Dry - no sex / raw breeding for awhile - looking hard but can find any action ? Then , 1 day in the evening comes around - smacking you in the face - can not refused . I had a hard day at work and decided to stop off have a beer or 2 - friendly bar - everyone seems happy . I went over to the pin ball machine - doing real good on points . Then , several guys came over - having competition on point - playing for mixed drinks . We , 3 of us , took a break and went out side to smoke - surprising - smoking tina . We having fun - kidding around - laughing - thought of nothing wrong . Soon , the bar was cleaned out of people and thought closing soon ! Soon , seeing the bar tender whipping and cleaning up - closing up ! I need to take a piss - 1 of the other guys came in pissing too - he was shaking the drops off - squeezing - jerking his cock - I was staring at him ! Then , moving back into the bar - the place was locked up closed and the bar tender asked ," Last call ! " So I had a 7 of 7 but noticed it was a double shot of booze . The 4 of us chatting - went out size , again - smoking tina - then went make inside . One guy touching me - holding me - the other 1 was grabbing my crotch - unzipping my pants - the bar tender already had his pants off - huge - big , beautiful type animal cock . I knew what was going to happen , I could not refused - delighted but do not want to be anxious ! Soon the 1 who grabbed my balls / dick - started taking my pants off - then sucking me off - the 2nd 1 already naked too came up behind me - rubbing his cock in my butt - I could not resisted - I started moaning - saying ," More - more - Please ! Do it ! Soon there was some what bondage - big table - lifted on it while the 2 guys holding me down - the bar tender stroking his huge cock - squirting something on his big cock - greasy looking - I got rapped by these 3 guys and they knew I loved it but took some fun out of their evening ! They were looking for a fight - struggle - trying for fighting them but found they happen to find me as a cock starving whore - I was used and abused until the sun came up ! I left the bar , clothes messed up , with a smiling face - they mentioned to me - Come back if you want more - party ! I did so ! Noting like giving yourself to a group of men - cum loads - starving whore here !

Fuck. i wondered why, so i googled it and got this: "XTube, a prominent pornographic streaming platform, is shutting down as its parent company faces mounting accusations that it facilitated sex trafficking on its subsidiary sites. The platform announced this week that it was disabling video and photo uploads as it prepared to close down on Sept. 5" The Justice Defense Fund is the force behind the XTube closure. and is related to what RawTop is discussing in his post here . It's not a clear cut topic, and i do not doubt there are illegal things that happen with XTube. By the same token there are illegal things that happen in churches too, would they cry foul if a large organization wanted to close churches down because of some of the illegal activities that go on there? i write that because i smell the religious right in this activity. Though they are getting sneaky and learning to hide who they are and couch their agenda in terms like "sexploitation," their definition of what sex should be is a lot narrower than they present to the general public. Laila Mickelwait is the Founder and CEO of the Justice Defense Fund the force behind it, which claims to be a non-religious, non partisan organization. Yet, is its head and founder being honest and open about her agenda? A quick google on Laila Mickelwait provided this : "In February 2020, the organization's Director of Abolition, Laila Mickelwait, launched a petition to shut down the adult website Pornhub. Mickelwait's #Traffickinghub campaign was co-sponsored the National Center on Sexual Exploitation, an anti-pornography organization formerly known as Morality in Media. By September, the campaign had gained over two million signatures, and on December 10, following an opinion column by New York Times columnist Nicholas Kristof alleging the site was being used to share sex abuse videos,[5] Visa and Mastercard stopped allowing Pornhub to accept credit card transactions.[6] Shortly after, the Canadian Parliament began hearings to investigate the allegations against PornHub.[7]" "The organization originally developed out of a weekly prayer group founded in 2007 by Benjamin Nolot, a filmmaker and member of the charismatic Christian International House of Prayer. Nolot is currently the CEO of the organization. Exodus Cry says it is no longer directly affiliated with the church, but that it is faith-based and does offer prayer instruction on its website.[3][4] As of 2018, Exodus Cry was listed as a "related tax-exempt organization" on tax filings submitted by the International House of Prayer and has partnered with the church for campaigns since then." Here's an article in the Daily Beast that exposes the religious roots and complete intent behind their efforts: "Mickelwait’s case against Pornhub hinges on several real incidents of exploitation—most prominently, a class-action lawsuit against the amateur porn operation Girls Do Porn, which The Daily Beast covered extensively last year and which resulted in $12.8 million in damages being awarded to the victims. But the campaign’s claims about itself are less accurate. While Traffickinghub presents itself as “a non-religious, non-partisan effort,” the organizing force behind it is neither. Mickelwait’s employer—and the organization running the Traffickinghub campaign—is Exodus Cry, a fringe Evangelical group with far-right ties “prayed” into existence in a Missouri church, with the goal of abolishing the commercial sex industry entirely." i was raised in the religious right and was under their thumb for much of my life. Getting free of that evil force was a torturous process for me and many others, and this has their scent all over it. Make no mistake, these guys also believe gays are going to burn in hell and back in the late 20th century were trying to pass and enforce 100 year old laws that would jail gay people for having sex with each other. I know this is real, i lived it, and it is fucked up. Reverse it. Lets say someone decided they wanted to shut down the evil church and tried to shut down the Church of Christ because of what Jim Jones did? Of any number of other christian leaders who have broken the law (and there are plenty of them, ironically, many who have been caught in sexploitaion). Do a google on sexploitation in the church and see how long that has been going on and how widespread that has been. Why isn't The Justice Fund going after the church?

I tell guys that I am indeed clean, I shower every day. And if you've had sex ONCE since that day that you posted you were clean (sometimes years ago!! ) you really don't know, do you? What also kills me is guys on Scruff that say they say they are Neg but they are on "Treatment for Prevention" and if I mention that means they are Poz on Meds not Neg they get confused or huffy- or both.

Yes!

Liz kept drifting off thinking about the most amazing sex she had ever had and wondering what Marc was doing and what would happen when he came by tonight. Liz was wet and most all day and on edge hoping Marc wanted more but feeling guilty everything Justin text her something sweet or that he loved her. She replied as usual and told him she loved him and how happy she was to be living with him. Throughout the day Liz found herself watching this tall janitor that she had never really given much attention to, he was decent looking and always polite, but she suddenly wondered what he looked like naked. Could he be like Moose? She could not even remember this janitors name as she watched him work and he smiled at her every time he caught her looking at him. He stopped by her office before she left for the day to ask if she had any work for him and she told him none she could think of. He handed her a piece of paperwork and told her that if she ever needed anything she could text him directly. Chaz 819-555-1212. Text me. Liz put the number in her phone under work numbers and tossed the paper since she did not want Justin to ask her about it, she vowed to herself to only use it for work and her mind kept going back to Moose. Liz rushed back to her place and Justin was home and they kissed and make out before Moose arrived. It was less then twenty minutes and in came Moose with another bud Ryan. Ryan was pretty like a model and good looking but not manly like Moose, Justin and Chaz. I really wanted everyone to leave or pass out except Moose. The night went on and soon Ryan and Moose left, and I was disappointed. I told my boyfriend that I had a headache, but I was disappointed that Moose did not want to play again. For the next three nights Moose came over and left and said nothing must Liz, when he left on Thursday night, she text Chaz and told him she needed him to help her re-arrange her office after work if he was available. He did not respond until the morning and the text read, “about time you asked me for help.” She had no idea what that meant but knew she would soon find out. The Friday went long, she kept thinking about Moose and his hot body and huge dick. The place started to clear out around four and soon Liz was alone int he office and she text Chaz. He texts her back and told her to come to the storage room. She walked down to the storage room and found Chaz shirtless. He had tats on his left side on his ribs, across his pecs and over his shoulder. Liz commented on what an amazing tat he had, while she was looking at his lean muscular body. He thanked her and asked her if she wanted to touch it, it seemed corny, and Liz thought to herself that he must use this line a lot, but she said she did and she placed her hand on his torso and then traced up his rib cage and to his pec and across his nipple and that made him jump. He asked her if she wanted to see other tat and she nodded yes, he unbuttoned his pants and slide them down enough to show a serpent from just about his penis around to his buttocks. He kept his pants up enough not to show the head of the serpent or his penis and said feel this one. Liz reached out and rubbed his Serpent and she saw his pants move but his hand did not and the more she rubbed the more his pants tented, and Chaz finally dropped his pants, and the serpent head was on the tip of his penis, and she jacked his dick and then got on her knees and began to suck his huge dick as she jacked it. Chaz moaned and let her service him for five minutes before pulling her up and undressing her after locking the door and leading her to a mattress just around the corner where he picked her up and lifted her up and placed her on his shoulders while he began to eat her out and began to moan and shake and soon came for the first time of the night. Once she had cum the first time, he placed her on center of the bed legs spread and kissed her body as he rubbed his huge serpent on her clit and then pressed his dick inside her. Liz felt amazing, his penis was longer but not as thick as Moose and his hands were all over her body while he drilled her and after twenty minutes, they both came together. Liz expected him to finish like Moose and eventually pull out and be finished but he continued to fuck her and make out with her, and she soon came again and shot a second load inside her soon after. He proceeded to make love to her for two hours and telling her how much he wanted her since he started, and she tasted even better then he imagined. She told him she had to get back to her boyfriend and how much she enjoyed being with him and the told her he would help her on Wednesday evening move her office again. She said she would have to check, and he told her he would be waiting for her on Wednesday. OMG, she thought, I know I want to be with him again, but I cannot let anyone know here that I am cheating on my fiancé. She left and almost completely forgot about Moose. She drove home with cum deep in her from Chaz and when she arrived Justin was there with Moose. Liz felt good knowing she had Chaz now that Moose had fucked, breed and ignored her and she tried to not want him anymore but the more they drank the more she wanted him. While they were drinking Justin got a text from his mother that she needed him to come home tomorrow, Saturday and stay over to take care of his dad. He was being released from the hospital and Justin’s younger brother was away visiting a college. Justin was always a mom’s boy and he told her he would be home early tomorrow and stay till Monday morning. Moose left and Justin and Liz made out and had sex before Justin fell asleep. Liz could not help but wish Moose or Chaz were there to finish her off, she was having a hard time Cumming anymore when Justin made love to her. She had to fake it the last two times. She was up and away, and a text came in she did not recognize. It read, party at my place tomorrow. Hope you can attend; I need to get inside you again. Liz was paralyzed and did not want to answer it until she knew who it was, she rushed to get Justin’s phone and used his thumb to open the lock and found Moose’s number and Bingo the text was from Moose. She texts back, sure what time and where? 4 PM, be ready to stay all night. Liz lit up and knew she had wanted to fall asleep in Mosses arms ever she he first took her. Liz got all her errands completed so she could be to his place at four and had her bag packed. She was wet and horny and knew she needed Moose inside her. She arrived at four and there were three other cars in the driveway, and she was disappointed. She thought it would just be her and Moose. She knocked and Moose came to the door and leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Wow, she thought, this is what I wanted. He led her into the living room where he introduced her to his brother Dino and two of his brothers’ friends - Scott and Ricardo. Ricardo looked to be early 20’s dark eyes and a muscled body 5’11 or so and Scott was 5’10 white and attractive blonde lean like a runner and Moose’s brother was a young version of him. He was even better looking. Liz told everyone it was nice to meet them and leaned into Moose. Dino went to grab Liz a drink, Dino made it strong so she could catch up. Soon Dino said they wanted to run a contest. Liz would be the judge and we needed to find out who was the best kisser of the four of them. Liz looked at Moose and he said it would be fun, he would start, and he leaned over and kissed her and make out with her for a minute. Then Dino took his turn and Rick and finally Scott. Dino told her there would be four rounds and she had to take a big dink after each round, but she also had to eliminate someone. The first round proceeded, and she loved all the attention, and she took a big dink and eliminated Scott. Then round two went and she eliminated Ricardo and it was down to Dino and Mouse and she picked Dino. Dino pranced around and showed off, then announced next contest. Whose cock taste the best. Before Liz could say anything or object, they all dropped their shorts. They lined up and Moose encouraged her to take her time and suck and lick each one for a minute. Moose and Dino had huge dicks long and thick. Scott's was long but medium thickness and Ricardo had a super thick uncut dick. Dark brown and thicker than a beer can. Liz began with Scott, his dick was clean and his pre-cum stated sweet, she had never tasted cum that was sweet. She moved to Ricardo and his dick was hard to suck but she did the best she could and worked his uncut dick and then to Dino and finally Mouse. If she was being honest, she would have picked Ricardo to lose the first round, but she picked Dino fearing he would end up with two wins and he was already full of himself, so she picked him and then took a big drink. Dino moves to behind Liz and as she began to suck Moose on the second round, he had slipped her panties aside and began to eat her pussy. Liz tried not to cum, but Dino had a long hard tongue and before she knew it, she had cum hard while sucking Moose. When she finished Scott moved over and fucked her mouth and then Ricardo did the same. She eliminated Ricardo and then took a huge drink and Dino let Ricardo take his place and eat out Liz’s pussy and she again came while she was sucking Scott this time and then Dino and after shaking and sucking while she moaned on Scott’s dick, she picked Scott as the winner. They all took a break, and the guys took a piss and they all got refills as Dino passed them around. He fist bumped Scott each with a win and announced the next game. Who can hold out the longest was the name of the contest? Each guy would sit down, and Liz would ride their cocks for one minute. The one who can hold out the longest without Cumming wins. Liz knew she should not do it, but she was so hot and horned up she could not say no. She started with Scott and rode him as he moaned and then Dino and Mouse and finally Ricardo and her moaning got louder with each. On the four pass Scott came inside Liz ending his chances and on the fifth round Dino blows his load inside Liz and Ricardo blow on round seven and Mouse drills one home five minutes later with Liz Cumming each round on one of the guy’s dicks.

Couple days ago had a goodbye fuck with my regular black fb. Early 20s guy, easily 8.5" and thick, fucked and bred me while taking some videos to commemorate the occasion. Last night got fucked for two hours by a black daddy. His dick was insanely long -- he says it's 12". After the first load, he wasn't fully hard, but he did this thing where he squeezed the root of it, and I basically felt like I was being fucked by a very flexible 9" cock. Loaded up my pussy 8 times (or so he says). Says he wants to fuck me at least 3 times a week. Will definitely consider it. 😉

Part 5: Sir called out, “Okay guys, let’s go.” I was again lifted and dropped down on the dildo and Houston’s cock several times. Houston only stared at me and smirked as his still hard cock continued to be fucked by my cunt and the rubber cock. I heard Sir, the next time I was balls deep, tell Jose, “Spin him.” Jose took my shoulders while Houston took my hips. Without the dicks being removed, they proceeded to turn me 180 degrees so I was facing out the back of the van. There were six men, in various ages/sizes/cleanliness, etc. I knew what was cumming. I thought I did at least. Each guy, in turn, entered the van and rammed their dick down my throat. Each man, with not a clean crotch among them, skull fucked me until they came. Except they didn’t cum in me or on me. Instead, Sir handed the first guy a small jar and simply ordered, “Load in the jar.” The first three men took turns skull fucking me and pulling out to shoot their loads in the jar. When they left, I noticed that the line was now several men longer. I couldn’t see the end of the line, but could see several cocks being jerked off. The next guy in line stood outside the van, watching me and jerking his dick with a grin on his face. I recognized him as another of the former inmates. “Beg me faggot,” he snidely leered at me. “Please Mr. Masetes, fuck my throat.” Before he moved, Sir asked him, “Did you do what I ordered?” Gabe responded, “Yes, Sir, I’m not stupid enough to disobey you.” Sir, ignoring this, ordered, “Strip, and show him.” Not resistant to the order, Gabe proceeded to take his shirt and pants off, standing naked outside the van. I couldn’t help but admire his lean, Mexican body and his abs, which while not a ripped six pack, were clearly visible. Moving downward to look more closely at his cock, I froze at his waistline. Between his waistline and the base of his cock was a tattoo that I recognized from stories, pictures and videos. It was a bio-hazard symbol with the words “Toxic” and “Loads” on each side of it. The meth coursing through me and still controlling my brain made me beg, “Please, give me your toxic load.” He smiled as he stepped into the van. As I tried to reach out to get to his tattoo, he slapped me away and said, “Earn it.” With that, he turned around, grabbed handles on each side, bent over and shoved his ass out, toward me. I heard Houston say, “Fuck Gabe, you nasty.” Then he ordered me to spread the ass open. I reached forward and did so. If I was shocked by the first tattoo, this one, I should say, these were even more so. Surrounding his hole was another biohazard tattoo. Tattooed vertically down the inside of each cheek were the words “Cum” and “Whore,” with arrows pointing to his hole. “Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” slipped from my mouth before I could stop myself. As soon as the last word was finished, the ass was slammed backward and the hole smashed right onto my open mouth. As shocked as I was, I knew what I was supposed to do, and drove my tongue from my mouth and right into his hole. His hole opened up easily to my tongue and I heard him moan and tell me, “Eat my hole. Empty it for me.” Somewhere at the back of my mind, I registered this comment and thought, to my utter disgust that he was going to make me eat shit. Before I could respond, I felt a warm liquid on my tongue and knew; there was cum in his ass. This sent me over the edge, knowing that this hot Mexican macho guy, was like me: a cum dump. I reached up and spread his cheeks; he began to tell me to stop. It was him who stopped as he felt my face and tongue push even deeper. I felt Houston reach up and push my head forward sat the same time i heard Sir tell Gabe, “Feed him.” In the next second, I felt Gabe loosen his hole and cum started flowing out. This was clearly several loads as the flow was heavy. I devoured it as if it was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. Houston urged, “Swallow those loads you sick faggot fuck.” I heard Gabe moaning as he finished emptying the loads from his ass. He pulled away and stood back up. I heard him ask Sir, “Can I do it now?” Sir responded, “Not yet, I have an extra reward for you; but you’ll need to wait a few minutes.” Gabe’s voice was a mix of sadness and excitement when he responded, “Yes, Sir.” He hopped out of the van and the next guy hopped in. For about the next twenty minutes, I was skull-fucked by the remaining guys in line, each shooting loads into the jar, which was, at the end, almost full. The last two men were directed to piss down my throat after the last guy came. They took turns pissing down my throat, ordering me not to drop any. This piss was different from any other; it was much stronger and acrid. I wanted to throw up, but resisted, knowing the danger I’d be in. As the second guy began pissing, I felt it. Another rush, head spinning, and craving; I was drinking chem piss and became much more eager. When the last guy finished and hopped out, Gabe hopped back in, still naked and hard. With no warning, I felt Houston’s arms around me as he held me tight. I saw a needle in agaves hand and begged him to slam me again, already knowing I was a slamwhore. When he moved toward me and grabbed my arm, I felt Houston’s hand grabbed me and squeeze hard in the middle of my upper arm. Gabe flicked the crook of my arm a couple of times to pop a vein up. It was only then that I saw the needle. This one did not have a clear liquid in it. The liquid was red. I looked from it alto Gabe’s face and shook my head, starting to beg him not to do it. “Shut up faggot.” He pulled the cap off and after swabbing the area with an alcohol wipe, he placed the tip of the needle at my vein. “Watch faggot. Watch as I give you my toxic blood. You know you want this.” Through the tears, and the realization that everything that had happened before, all the raw loads, there was now no avoiding my fate. I looked him in the face before turning to look at my arm. As soon as I turned, the needle was slid in. I watched as he pulled back the plunger and the liquid became even more red. As he made to push the plunger in, the word, “No,” slipped from my mouth. He began to say something but stopped as my hand reached up to physically stop him. I hesitated before I said simply, “Let me do it.” Sir, who I noticed for the first time, was pointing his phone right at me and said, “Do it.” Gabe moved his hand and I took a hold of the plunger. Seeing my hand twitch a little, Gabe put his hand on mine to steady me. I watched as the plunger pushed to scarlet liquid in my arm. This was clearly a bigger slam as I was feeling it with half the meth still in the needle. I finished the push and Gabe quickly covered the injection site with cotton and removed the needle. I raised my arm and the impact was intense. There were five coughs, heavy ear ringing and for a moment I was afraid I was going to die. When that passed and I screamed to be fucked, I heard Sir from somewhere say, “Do it.” I felt Houston pull me back so that my back was against his muscular torso. Feeling his pecs and nips,along with his ripped abs pressing into me only intensified the effects. Gabe pushed my legs up just far enough for Houston to grab them and pull them backwards, as far and wide as they’d go. This new series of movements created an intense stretching of my hole as Houston’s cock and the dildo moved along with my body. I watched as Gabe got between my legs, took cum from the jar to lube the stretched ring of my cunt and then his dick. I knew what was cumming and was terrified. “Oh fuck, give me that third cock. Rape me hard. WRECK ME.” With that Gabe placed his cock head at my hole and pushed. My hole wouldn’t open, there was too much in me. Knowing what would push him to what I needed, I looked him in the eyes and insulted him. “You fucking faggot, you can’t even get that cock of yours in me? You really are a bottom bitch like me.” This did it. After slapping me as hard as he could, punching me in the balls and spitting on face, he slammed hard into me. My hole gave way as he rammed in balls deep. I had three dicks in me. “C’mon Gabe, give it to me. Rape me.” For the next two minutes, I was raped and knew I’d never be the same, physically or mentally. When I knew he was getting close I begged him, “Please give me your toxic cum. Make me toxic. Knock your bitch up.” This made him pound me harder until he blew a huge load in me, telling me he was destroying my life with his load, calling me his AIDS brother and whore. After he finished cumming, and catching his breath, he groaned, “You are so fucking nasty. But I’m not done with you. Houston, you ready for lift off?” Houston only responded, “Fuck yeah.” With that, Gabe reached down, wrapped me in his arms and counted to 3. On 3, he fell backwards, pulling me with him. As this happened, Houston lifted up off his back. All three cocks, all still hard, moved with me and my hole stretched even more. I felt movement as Houston adjusted himself and then began pounding me, matching the techniques Gabe. I whimpered in pain before begging to get raped. Houston didn’t last long until he shot his second load deep in my wrecked cunt. It took several minutes for the three cocks to be removed. The dildo was the last to slide out and as it did, I fell onto my side, knowing I had just been completely anally destroyed. I looked at the two cocks and dildo that had just been in me, seeing cum and lube on all three. I moved toward Houston first and cleaned him off then did the same for Gabe, even kissing and licking the cum from his tattoo. After they were done, Sir ordered me to get on my hands and knees, facing the dildo with my ass up. It took me a long time, to do, but eventually I did. I heard each of the four men make comments about my hole, saying it was no longer recognizable as an asshole. That it was more wrecked then a cunt after a gangbang and that I could now take anything they wanted to shove in me. Sir asked me, “You still want more don’t you?” I responded, “No Sir. It doesn’t matter what I want. Do you want to do more to me Sir?” He laughed and said, “I have one last thing. You remember all those loads those guys shot in the jar?” I nodded and he asked, “Why do you think I did that?” I couldn’t fathom any special reason. Then it hit me. The last fantasy I had told him. “They’re poison loads Sir. They are dirty and toxic loads.” Sir said, “That’s right boy, that’s what you wanted isn’t it? Tell me what you wrote.” “I told you that I wanted to take a bunch of loads that had the most bugs in it. Don’t care what toes, what strains. But I wanted each one to have some disease that would infect me.” Sir responded, “You’re going to get what you want, and more. Those 26 loads are filled with toxic, high viral AIDS loads. At least three of the loads are over a million count. There’s also every possible STI in there, some that are already med resistant. And they are all going into that dirty faggot cunt.” I was on the hook, “Please Sir, put those nasty loads in my cunt. Infect me please.” Jose moved in front of me and placed his phone in front of me with video recording. I was told to get down all the way, and to arch my back so that my hole was high enough to swallow it all. A huge funnel, with a large exit hole was jammed into me. I felt it scratching against the walls of my cunt as it was pushed deep. Then I felt it. I watched as Sir poured the cum into the funnel and then felt the cum slide into my hole. It took a minute, but soon almost all the cum was in me. I’d never felt this full. I begged for the last of the cum, but only could watch as the funnel was pulled out, with Sir making sure that it was empty before pulling out. He set the jar on my ass and I could only beg for the last inch of the cum. Sir stayed motionless for a couple, enjoying my begging and pleading. When he picked up the jar, I almost squealed with delight. I didn’t expect what was coming next. Sir asked me, “Do you remember what I said to you when I was fucking you in the stall?” I had to focus, which was extremely difficult, to remember everything he said. I had a strong response to one thing in particular. “I wouldn’t open my inner hole for you and you said you would get in there.” Sir said, “Close enough. Well now is the time where your ass pays the piper. I’m getting in that hole.” I watched as Sir poured the remainder of the cum on his hand, palm and back and then wipe it around. He folded his hand into the duck shape and push into my hole. I felt his fingers, his hand, and his wrist slide into me with no resistance. I heard the sound of all the cum in my ass as he entered the cum tunnel. He did not stop. He continued to push his arm into me, meeting no resistance. I then felt his fingers and his hand start entering that once tight second hole. I heard gasps from the other guys as the entire arm slid into my ass, Sir’s wrist nearly at the point of passing all the way through the inner hole. He proceeded over the next five minutes to pull out and push back in, not being able to adjust enough to get himself all the way in that hole. He slowly pulled his arm al the way out and wiped his arm off and pushed the cum in me. “Houston, show me your arm.” I felt movement behind me and saw Houston’s body appear behind me. It was covered in a thick coat of grease and he said, “this is gonna be good.” As Sir directed him, Houston put his hand to my hole and I could tell that it was bigger than Sir. It slid through my hole and was immediately sucked in, past the wrist and up his arm. He quickly reached the inner hole and stopped. He took a picture, tossed his phone in front of me and I was shocked. As deep as he was in me, he still had about 6” to 7” to go. The phone was removed. Sir said, “Do it,” and I prepared to have the rest of Houston’s arm pushed in, his hand passing through the inner hole. Instead, there was no movement. Sir repeated, in a more demanding voice, “Do it faggot, take his arm.” I knew what this meant I immediately pulled forward a couple of inches, and then pushed backward. I refused to stop and felt Houston’s big hand slide all the way through, wrist and all. I pushed until my hole was planted on the crook of his arm. Taking a few seconds to catch my breath, I started to pull off and push back, increasing the depth I pulled off and the intensity I pushed back with. I quickly felt the inner hole lose al resistance as I slammed myself up and down Houston’s arm. I felt my prostate getting assaulted, and angled it so that it was beaten on every motion. I whimpered, “Cum Sir?” He said, “Not this time faggot. Not yet.” I moaned but continued to fuck myself on Houston’s arm. I knew I needed one last thing. “Sir, can I have one more thing done?” Sir said, “As long as you don’t cum.” I asked Houston, while I was fully planted on him, “Mr. Houston, when I pull off the next time, all the way off, will you put your hand into a fist? Then ram it all the way in, no stopping?” Houston, for the first time possibly, was unsure and said, “Fuck faggot. That’s gonna hurt. You sure? Sir? “ In unison, Sir and I said, “Do it.” Houston said, “Fuck it. Let’s go faggot.” I took a breath and began pulling off his arm. He laughed and said, “Let’s get this going,” and proceeded to pull his arm all the way out. I groaned in pain, not expecting this. Within a second, not giving me a chance to change my mind, Houston placed his clenched fist at my cunt and slammed his arm all the way up me. The pain was intense as he passed the first ridge and continued up. He hit the inner ring and there was resistance. He continued to push, but couldn’t get through. “C’mon faggot, you want this, give it up to mt black fist.” He tried pushing more, but nothing moved. “Gabe get up front and hold him in place.” Gabe moved in front of me and lifted me up to scoot under me. His hands went to my shoulders and pushed me back onto Houston’s arm. “Perfect. Last chance faggot.” He pushed again and, even with me not being able to move away, he couldn’t get through. He yanked his arm all the way out. I heard rustling behind me and him say this should do it. I felt the largest shard I’d been given set down ass. Another picture, and the size of the shard was immense. 1” long, 1/4 inch thick. The shard was quickly picked up and jammed deep in me by Houston. He shoved it to the inner hole and held it there the pain was intense as the huge rock dissolved with a major burn and a reaction similar to my first slams He decided when it was about a quarter left to melt, “Ready or not, I’m going through.” Without pulling out, I felt him move his fingers into a fist. He pulled out out about 6” and told Gabe, “Hold him tight.” This time he did not try to push his way through the ring. Instead, he slammed his arm in, fist first, back into my hole. He punched the ring, immediately pulled back and repeated it. I was so fucking high that I couldn’t register the pain that was occurring in my cunt, What I could register was the intense pleasure I was feeling of having my inner hole punched over and over again. The pleasure was so intense, that after four or five punches, I had to join in. With a slight movement the first time, I pushed back to meet Houston’s fist. Houston felt this and urged me, “Fuck yeah faggot, ride my arm. Rape that inner hole yourself, get my fucking fist in there.” As he punched again, I pushed back harder. We did this in unison six more times, me getting tougher each time. On the seventh, it happened. As he punched forward and I slammed backwards, my hole broke and his fist pushed through. We were both lost in the feeling; him feeling his fist push through and his wrist being tightly grabbed by the hole. I was broken more as I lost sense of being, the endorphins overloading me. He recovered faster and resumed his punching. I felt him pull his fist out and immediately push back in, keeping my inner hole from shutting back down and finally beating it into full submission. This went on for five minutes. I was slumped down, but felt every punch. Finally, he said he was exhausted and pulled his arm out. With his arm and fist exiting my hole, my rectum followed into a major rosebud. I collapsed onto my side, had just enough energy to reach back and feel the rosebud before passing out.

So one of my married bulls needed to unload real bad, he brought his buddy with him and they both fired two loads in me. I thought it would be a few hours, it was all night. I love being a hole for married men to used I still have their loads in me .

I never used condoms since I lost my cherry at 13yrs. A man's cock is a very powerful organ of his body. It is indeed a magical wand connected almost at the centre of his body. As a submissive woman at heart bottom there is no other powerful emotion than feeling a man's cock sliding inside my body. It's the feeling of completeness that I as a bottom go through.

Room 1107 I knew from the beginning he was in over his head. He had no clue what he was getting into and yet he just kept pushing for a meet. And not just any meet but a group fuck with one purpose - to knock him up. I shouldn't have agreed to fuck him, much less organize his demise. But, he looked so cute and fuckable. He had an ass that any top would want to get into, a nice toned body that could probably take a pounding for hours and a face that looked so innocent. I found out two out of the three were right, and that innocence was really naivete. Now, here he was, passed out in his hotel room after the second round with seven more viral loads in his neg ass bringing the total to twelve. I had just put the plug back in his ass after giving his hole a quick brushing to make sure that this was the day he got charged up. Tim was in the shower with Cole and I was chatting with his dad about how his son was influencing his second foray into bug breeding. They even had a little competition on who could claim the most in their first six months of being toxic. "You probably didn't need to wreck his cunt like that. I've been pretty successful just with a good fuck and letting the cum soak in" Tim's dad said. "Me too, but I want to make sure he remembers this weekend as the one where he got pozzed up and there's nothing like the ache for the next week to do it" I replied. Tim came out of the shower naked, looking extra sexy with the grin on his face and the fresh black widow spider tattoo on his left pec. He already had five hash marks under it, each denoting the guys that had succumbed to his viral seed so far. One of them was following him with a big smile of his own. Cole and Tim dressed and then the three of them left, leaving me alone with runninbkbb until the last group of guys showed up. Let me rewind a bit and explain how this little party came to be. I was surfing around as usual and spotted a buddy of mine, Jayden, online. We had met in the clinic when both of us found out we were poz. We talked a lot in those days and helped each other through the shock of finding out we were poz. Neither of us had sought out the bug, but at least for me I knew it was inevitable no matter how hard I tried to deny it. He followed the doctors orders and went on meds right away and I was the rebel. We kept in touch for a while and even fucked a few times since he would only fuck with other poz guys until he was undetectable, but then we drifted apart. I had never seen him on any of the sites but I knew from the pics it was him. I looked over his minimalist profile and noticed one thing that stood out. Instead of "undetectable", he listed his status as "Poz". I know lots of guys when they go on meds leave their status as poz, but I was surprised he would since he was such a big proponent of getting undetectable as soon as possible. When I called him on it, he responded "you're a bad influence, ya know. Ya told me a few too many stories back when we met." It seemed that his roommate kept needling him about never sharing and he finally broke down and stopped his meds about two months earlier. "Didn't tell him I stopped and we have been fucking a few times a week since the beginning of the pandemic. It was just a matter of time" he said. "Is he the only one?" I asked. "Nah, I got a couple others. I'd have a few more but this Covid thing has slowed me down getting much action" he replied. We talked a bit more and I told him my recent exploits. "Fuck, you been havin' a lot of fun" he said, pausing a bit before adding "I got this dude that's chasin' and wanted me to hook him up with a few guys to do the deed. The guys I know that are viral are all bottoms. You think you can help him out?" I laughed and told him those things rarely work out. The guys end up flaking at the last minute and you end up with some pissed off horny tops. He said he knew and that he'd have his roommate as a backup bottom. I got a message from the chaser telling me that he was going to be visiting for the weekend. He really wanted to bottom for an anon gangbang like he'd seen on a lots of porn videos. He'd take care of the hotel and some supplies to keep everyone hydrated. But, he just needed a guy to set up the tops. He didn't want anything huge, just a half dozen guys which I was able to coordinate pretty quickly. I told him I wanted a recent test that proved he was neg, he not be on prep and his understanding that his next test would probably be more positive. It didn't seem to bother him. The bottom kept messaging me and I really did expect him to flake at the last second. "If he flakes - you're hosting and I don't care who bottoms, but you better have someone, preferably neg, that is ready to get filled with charged loads" I told Jayden. Friday night I got message with the room number and told the bottom to be ready at 2pm the next day. A couple guys I lined up wanted to do it early in the afternoon, so I gave 'em 3pm. The next group was at 6pm and the last guys were at 9. I hoped that this would keep the suspicions down from the hotel staff and crossed my fingers. Things were going too smoothly so I was expecting him to ghost. Knocking on the door, I was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door right away. His pictures were surprisingly accurate, but we both stood there a moment checking each other out before he invited me into the room. I dropped my backpack on the dresser and looked around the room and then back at him. Judging by his profile name, I assumed he was a running back in high school and college and now a few years later he still had the same body. His five foot nine frame may have carried ten more pounds than his younger years, but the muscular legs and firm ass were still there. The short, cropped hair continued into the scruff that covered his pale face and surrounded his bloodshot hazel eyes. A tribal tattoo covered his upper left arm and pec. A second tattoo, a multi-color dragon, was on his right forearm. His body was devoid of any hair except his armpits and short, trimmed pubes. "You feelin OK?" I asked after we got inside and the door was closed. I pulled off the towel he had wrapped around his waist to check out what he was hiding. "Yeah, drank a few too many last night after I got here. Kinda nervous since I never done anything like this. Most was a two guys in college fuckin' me after a party when I was drunk" he said with a crackle in his voice, confirming his nervousness. "Just relax and have fun. I setup three sessions so it's never going to be a big crowd in the room here, there's not a lot of room in here anyway. Uh... you all cleaned out? We just want it to be cum n lube that make a mess, right?" I asked. "Uh, yeah. I'm good. I just finished.... Three groups? How many dudes you get?" he asked, sounding even more nervous. I smiled as I looked at him, standing there only in a jockstrap now with the straps framing his sweet looking ass. "There's a couple guys for the first round, three more for the second and then two others for the third. Plus me each round. That OK?" I asked. "Shit... yeah... I guess so. They all look like you?" he asked, the reality of the situation sinking into his hazy mind. "Nope, some younger, some older, some white, the guy you talked to originally to set this thing up. A smorgasbord. They only have a couple things in common" I replied before adding a sinister chuckle. "What's that?" he asked innocently. "They know me and they're viral. No one is shooting blanks" I replied coldly. "You got the stuff I asked for?" I then asked. He nodded and pointed first to some papers on the desk and then toward the bathroom. I quickly glanced at the test report showing no STDs, neg and Thursday's date. In the bathroom sink, I found some mediocre beer on ice and a pack of water bottles. I guessed the water would taste better. "Uh, you said you wanted it to be anonymous. How much? Just not knowing who the guys fucking you? Blindfolded? Hooded? Dark room? Head buried in the bed, ass up?" I asked as I walked back into the room. I spotted a brown bottle of poppers and a bottle of lube on the stand next to the bed. "I brought a blindfold but now I think I want to see the guys that fuck me if they're as hot as you" he answered. I chuckled at the thought, but none of the guys was going to be as hot as me. Jayden might be close but that was it. "You want us to video it or snap pics? Use my phone or yours?" I asked and I realized he hadn't thought much at all about what was going to happen other than him getting fucked by a bunch of guys. "Oh... Uh... I guess. No faces though. Use my phone" he replied, sounding a little unsure. He tapped away at the phone, turning off the screen lock. I opened my pack and pulled out a marker and tossed him a gummie wrapped in cellophane. He looked confused so I said "Edibles... CBD... Weed? It'll help you chill. And a marker to count how many loads you take." He chewed the gummie and slowly it started to hit him. We sat there and chatted a bit about his experiences and he sounded like one of those queer jocks that's buried in the closet and scared for anyone to know what kind of fucked up shit he likes to do sexually. "I like to fuck a little rough. How hard you good with?" I asked. "Rough is good. Just no bruises where people can see em, no broken bones and no choking" he said. I wasn't sure if he had some bad experiences in the past where guys got really physical with or just a wild imagination. While I didn't mind infecting guys with a potentially lethal bug, I wasn't into beating my bottoms bloody so we were on the same wavelength. "Take a couple hits of poppers" I said, wanting him to be ready to go as soon as the first guys got there. ***Round 1*** My phone buzzed and I saw the message "downstairs" from one of the first guys. I'd known Will a long time. He got pozzed shortly after I did and I knew he would stop his meds when he felt the urge to knock a few guys up. He wasn't the hottest guy around, far from it actually, but he had nine uncut inches that loved to wreck guy's holes. "Perfect timing. I can squeeze one more guy in before I start meds again" he said when I messaged him about the party. When there was a knock on the door, my phone buzzed again and number two was here and on his way up. Will stood there as the door closed looking just like the last time I saw him at the bathhouse. He was about six foot, with blond/reddish hair. The mask covered the scar he got from a bar fight, about the only distinctive feature on his plain, forgettable face. His pale complexion showed off his Irish roots and he had a few extra pounds on him but that just added to the "average" look he had. We were ready for the fun to begin. "The other guy is almost here, no sense in wasting time" I told Will who was already half naked. Before there was a knock on the door, Will was lubed and shoving his cock into runninbkbb unmercifully. "FUCK!" the bottom groaned out and Will ignored him. Will never really cared about his bottoms, he just fucked them as hard as he needed to to get off. Another grunt came out of the bottom as I opened the door and I hoped no one heard what was going on in the room. "Glad you could make it. You said it was time to look for another" I said to the artist. "Thanks. You sure were right about sharing my seed. Pizza dude is done and the Golden Dragon is goin' to need a new delivery driver too" he replied, watching Will pound the bottom guy. Almost immediately he started to pull the loose fitting tee and sweatpants off. His boxers came off with his sweats and he stood there naked and already getting hard. It was almost seven inches of thin manhood when hard and he kept slowly stroking it to keep it that way while he watched Will open up the bottom guy. I grabbed the guy's phone and started videoing the pounding he was getting. Will and the artist kept silent while I captured the first cock of the day plowing the bottom's doomed hole. He was the only one making noise - a mixture of grunts and groans. Looking at the nightstand, the lube was still there so Will must have gone in with just some spit or maybe even dry. Being the nice guy that I am, I picked up the poppers and put them in the bottom's hand. It took only a few seconds before he was huffing away on them. Will checked to make sure I was done filming and then gave a couple hard slaps to each butt cheek before growling out "Squeeze that pussy, slut!" A minute later "Yeah... just like that" he groaned so the bottom must have done as he was told. Will picked up the pace and was drilling faster and harder and I thought he might be close. He kept going for another five or six minutes and then just slammed in and froze. "Take that fuckin poz seed, chaser" Will yelled out as I watched his butt clench with each shot of cum. He stood there another minute or so and pulled his spent cock out and backed away. I walked up and added a mark to the bottom's back. The artist was eager for his chance and once Will gave him room he was sliding his bare cock into the bottom's battered hole. He was a little longer than Will, but not as thick. I don't think the bottom guy was quite ready to feel another guy inside him, but other than an "Oh FUCK!" he just took it. I hadn't talked to the artist about his two victims, whether they knew his status or not, or even if he just topped or flipped with them. This might have been the first bottom that knew he was charged up. For someone that claimed to have not topped for a few years until I pozzed him up, he looked quite comfortable in the role. Will had stretched the bottom out and the artist had no problem stuffing his hard cock inside. It was surprising to see how much stamina the artist had fucking him. His skinny body didn't look to be up to the task of a long, hard fuck. I was expecting a quick three or five minute pump and dump, but he kept going. The bottom grunted "harder" and the artist just laughed. "Careful what you ask for" he said and ticked the intensity up a few notches. He fucked that way for a few minutes and when the bottom wasn't complaining, he ticked it up a few more. The sound of the two bodies slamming together echoed off the walls and finally I could hear the bottom start to whimper. A few more minutes and he finally started to beg for the artist to ease up. "No fuckin' way. You said you wanted it harder..." the artist grunted between thrusts. I could tell from his actions though, he was hitting his limit. The last few thrusts were accompanied by a loud groan before he planted his cock in and his body shook. Some guys are almost motionless when they cum, others are very animated and the artist was in the latter group. I had video'd some of his fuck and I was right there with the phone when he pulled out. The gape wasn't huge, but it stayed there for a long time before starting to close. The bottom's hole was definitely looking used and cum was leaking out until Will shoved his dick back in. "Oh god!" the bottom cried out as Will picked up where he left off. He looked like he was trying to fuck harder than the artist did and to me he came close. Ten minutes later though and he rooted himself and dumped several more spurts of toxin into the bottom guy. I got a few good shots of Will forcing some cum out as he fucked but it was time for me to stop being the cameraman and start fucking the bottom. Will took the phone from me and smiled as I lined my dick up. His hole was nicely opened up and I sank my dick into the cummy oriface. My dick was the thickest so far and judging from the groan coming from the bottom, he felt it. I didn't want to be gentle, he already had two guys stretch him out and our mission was to have a bug or two swimming through his veins by the end of the day, so the harder the better. Abuse that hole was the order of the day. I wasn't a total dick, though. Once my cock sank all the way in, I paused a few moments for him to catch his breath before pulling back out, leaving the exposed head of my cock on his bruised hole. He seemed surprised when I slammed in, balls deep, screaming into the bed. I felt his sphincter spasm around my shaft, trying to expel the invader, but I wasn't going to stop now. No sooner was I all the way in and I was dragging my cock back out. I didn't pull out the second time, for now I would be driving long strokes in and out of his tender hole. The screaming died down and was now a grunt every thrust or two. Will had fucked hard, the artist fucked a little harder but I was going to make sure he felt my bigger dick for days. The thing that is different about these type of group fucks is that we all wanted to abuse the neg bottom's hole to make sure that the bug can get into his blood. Regular gangbangs its more about dumping your load in the bottom and then letting the next guy in. There's no guarantee that a rough fuck will infect the guy, but it sure seemed to help with most of the guys I've pozzed. I drilled his ass for about ten minutes and looked back and saw the artist on his knees sucking Will's cock, his long slender fingers gripping Will's butt cheeks tightly. I yanked my cock all the way out and looked at the gaping hole. The ring was an angry red, the white froth covering the tender tissue inside from the three loads that were already deposited was clearly visible and a loud whimper from an empty bottom beckoned my cock back inside. I shoved my dick in hard, ground my hips on his ass and then jackhammered his ass. Only a minute later, the frenzy ended and my cock was shooting more viral spurts of cum into his battered chute. Will was standing next to me when my orgasm ended and it was obvious he wanted to go again. I slapped the bottom's ass and slid my cock out. It was only a couple seconds between my cock coming out and his going in but the bottom still whimpered loudly. Will fucked like he did the first round but it took a lot less time for him to dump his load. The artist's blowjob must have gotten him close. I got to experience it several seconds later when the artist's tongue was lapping at my cock, licking up as much cum and ass juice as he could find. Cock, balls, groin, pubes and thighs all got cleaned with his eager tongue. Will grunted a few times before he came and the artist looked up at me apologetically. I had to chuckle, he was torn between sucking a cum covered cock and fucking the bottom again, but he knew what his duty was today. The blowjobs were just a bonus. This time, he lasted longer than Will's last turn before grabbing the bottom's shoulders and planting himself as deep as he could get before pumping another load of charged juice into the bottom. I heard the door close as Will left just as the artist gave a few hard slaps to the bottom and pulled out. I dug into my backpack and pulled out a fresh toothbrush and turned it between my fingers. "You empty?" I asked. The artist gave a short laugh and replied "Yeah, need a few hours to recharge these balls. I'd love to stay but I have to go talk to a guy about a painting he wants done. Uh, gimme a call sometime. This was fun." I walked over to the bed and spread the bottom's ass cheeks apart with one hand and pushed the toothbrush in. "What ya doin?" the artist asked as he pulled his sweats and shirt on. I sneered back at him, saying "Just workin the cum in. I want to make sure it sticks." The bottom had buried his face into the bed and began to scream. In and out, twist, in and out, twist around again. I looked and the artist stood there mesmerized. I pulled the brush out and the bristles were covered in pink ooze. "You're one twisted fuck. You never did that to me and I got knocked up. Isn't a bunch of loads from several guys enough?" the artist asked. "As I said, just makin' sure his neg days are numbered" I replied to the artist. I saw him rubbing his crotch and knew he was turned on. I stood up and went to the bathroom and rinsed the brush off in the bathtub faucet. When I came back, the artist was fingering the guy's hole. He pulled it out and looked closely at it and gave a quick lick to his fingertip. "He's totally fucked, man" the artist said, followed by a big grin. He put his mask back on and headed to the door, giving me an elbow tap on the way. I had to chuckle, we just shared a guy's ass, coating each other's cocks in each other's semen and he sucked my cum covered cock, yet he gave me a covid handshake.

I am a shameless fucking whore and a total exhibitionist. I'm the kind of faggot who doesn't even care if people catch me down on my knees sucking some guys cock or blowing a group of guys. I don't care if people see me bent over behind a dumpster, naked on my hands and knees in a park or bent over a public restroom toilet getting fucked bareback by random strangers.i have been "caught" being used for a cumdumpster so many times that I don't even think of it as being caught. for me its just another random or group of randoms who got to witness what a trashy little faggot whore I am. I have always been willing to suck guys off or get fucked anywhere guys wanna use me and have taken so many loads in public that its perfectly normal for me. bathhouses, porntheatres, public restrooms, parties, alleys, parks, in vehicles (parked ad moving), on the bus, train, subway. when I was in highschool it wasn't uncommon for me to suck guys cocks right out in the open at a party with everyone around watching. I would say outside of cruising spots and sex clubs the most public places I have ever sucked cock and gotten fucked up the ass would be right in the middle of a club with people all around. once even had 5 guys take turns breeding me right on the dance floor. I started off wearing just bootie shorts and ended up naked right in front of everyone. there was also the times I got naked and gang banged by several men in queens park with traffic all around and a fair number of people in the park. the absolute most public places for me to suck cock and get fucked bareback was right out on the street in both Toronto and Thailand. first time I was walking down the street in the morning with a guy that watched me take loads all night in the porntheatre from random guys while he held all my clothes. he walked me to a park to fuck me in front of his buddy and some random chick. I wore just my shorts. when we got to a stoplight he said "get on your knees and suck my cock" so I did while cars drove past. when we got to the next stoplight he said "take off your shorts and suck my cock" so I did and when the light turned green he said "give me your shorts, we are almost there" so I walked across the street, down a short block and into the park. next time I was with my boyfriend dressed very slutty and I got on my knees and sucked his cock right at a major intersection (Yonge and Bloor) and he bent me over and fucked me up the ass right on the corner in front of the bay. then recently when I was in Thailand in front of daddy's club as a t-girl cumdump I was getting fingered on the street by a fair number of guys then one day a guy decided to fuck me right there in front of the club on the street with LOTS of people around. that happened with the same guy a few times and with 2 other guys once each. I also got down on my knees dressed as an obvious tranny cumhole and sucked a couple men off while people were passing by. that was awesome. somehow sucking cock in public felt dirtier than getting fucked in front of so many absolute strangers. something about being down on my knees I think.

Hmm. I think it's a few things. Just the use of my hole. His dick hitting my prostate inside. Makes me leak tons of precum. Also have cum that way too. Fucking incredible. I also like when he pulls all the way out and rams back in. Uses my hole hard. But I think the most is that moment right before he cums. The anticipation. Seeing his face. His whole body has only one goal now. His orgasm. And knowing he is shooting his hot seed inside me. Breeding me. Sharing his DNA. Bonding us.

Knowing that I was probably going to be getting a right workover that night, I spent my time waiting for Ben by lubing and loosening my hole as best I could. I retrieved a rather large carrot from the fridge, peeled it and then put it in some warm water for a while before working it into my arse, and once I was used to that I had a go with half a cucumber. By the time I was done I was pretty loose, and had squirted quite a bit of lube up there in the process. Ben turned up shortly after 7pm, dressed in a tracksuit and carrying a sports bag. After I let him in he set the bag down on the coffee table, stood and looked at me for a moment, and then sat down on the sofa to start unloading the bag. A few minutes later and I was standing there with a really fat padded leather collar round my neck, matching wrist and ankle restraints, and a wide leather harness tightly gripping my chest and shoulders. “Right” he said, “that’ll do. Now, put this on.” He handed me a loose tracksuit, which I put on over the leather accessories. He then pulled out a big pair of leather boots and told me to put them on, allowing me to go and get some socks to go underneath them. We had to adjust the ankle restraints to their loosest so they would sit just above the top of the boots, before zipping up the bottom of the tracksuit legs to cover them. Once I was dressed and ready we headed out, getting an Uber for quite some time. I realised we must be somewhere in northwest London, perhaps near Kilburn, but I wasn’t sure as I hadn’t seen any tube stations or other landmarks to identify the area. Ben had made me leave my mobile at home, and from where I was sitting I couldn’t see the driver’s satnav. We pulled up in an area of dark and deserted buildings that looked like warehouses, some of which had broken windows and barbed wire round the fences. The driver checked we were sure we were where we wanted to be, which Ben acknowledged before we got out. He led me round the corner and in between some buildings, and then round another corner I saw some men up ahead hanging around outside a door smoking. We passed in between them to get to the door, all of them giving me looks as I went through that ranged from smirks to leers. Once inside we made our way along a corridor, and then right into a surprisingly clean and well-lit room where there were benches, lockers and an adjoining set of showers. Ben then had me strip out of the tracksuit, before he did the same with his. Underneath he was wearing a similar get-up to me, with the addition of some leather armbands but without a collar like mine. “OK” he said, taking my hand, “let’s get you downstairs.” He led me out of the changing room and through a doorway opposite, through which was a staircase that went down between red-painted walls. At the bottom we went through a curtain, and emerged into a full-blown sex club. There was a large area with a bar, and I could see several rooms off at the sides and far end. There were only a few guys there standing at the bar, and I quickly realised they were Mitch, Rob, Gavin and some of the others from work. “Here he is!” said Rob, smiling broadly at me. I smiled back at him, and looked around at the others. “Hey guys” I said. “You ready?” asked Mitch. “Er, I guess” I said, “but I’m not sure for what.” “The rest of your life” said Rob, winking at me. I smiled nervously at him, and was grateful when Gavin handed me a beer. I took a few swigs and began to relax, despite everyone else except Ben being dressed in normal casual clothes while I was there in a leather fetish outfit. I managed to join in the conversations, and eventually had sunk two beers and a couple of cocktails. “Right” said Ben, “let’s get on with this. Is the room ready?” he asked Rob. “Yep, got the big one down the end” he replied. They all then set off down to the far end of the bar room, milling around me and encouraging me forward as they did. We went through a door into another corridor, and then at the end turned left through an arch into a fairly large room. In the middle was a sling attached to hooks on the ceiling, and over at the side was some kind of padded bench. There were a few seats around the room, a couple of bottles of lube on the floor, but that was otherwise all there was to it. “OK my boy” said Ben, taking my hand and leading me to the sling, “let’s get you settled.” He encouraged me to turn around, plant my buttocks on the end of the sling and then lie backwards in to it. I shuffled a bit once in position, and then he hoisted my legs up into the air. He put my boots through some hoops, and then attached the ankle restraints to the chains with a couple of clasps. He then made his way to the other end, raising my arms and attaching the wrist restraints to the chains in the same way. “Fuck me, his hole is gaping” said Lucas. “You already fucked him?” he asked Ben. “Not for a few hours” he replied, before turning to me. “You been working on yourself?” “Er, yeah, just some things from the fridge” I said, blushing. Ben smiled. “Awesome” he said, “that means no waiting around.” With that, he lubed himself up and then pushed into me, starting a fast and furious fuck almost immediately. I don’t know how long I lay there with my former colleagues using me, but they all bred me at least twice. I was completely helpless with my wrists and ankles restrained on the chains, so I just took the fuckings without protest. Eventually the guys tired out, and started to zip up their trousers and put their tops back on. Each of them came over and gave my arse a playful slap before leaving, so that I was finally left alone with just Ben. “So” he said, smiling at me, “did you enjoy your leaving do?” “Yes sir” I said, smiling. “Good” he replied. “Now I think it’s time for the second part of your night.” I looked at him quizzically, and then he turned and left the room. He was gone for a few minutes, leaving me prone in the sling to contemplate what he had lined up for me next. Then he eventually reappeared, with a few guys I didn’t know following him. “Gentlemen, here he is” he announced. “He’s well-loaded already, so just enjoy yourselves.” He then came over to me and stood beside the sling, putting his hand on the top of my head and stroking my hair while he looked down at me with a slightly sad-looking smile on his face. “Boy, it’s time for you to become who I think you really are” he said, “so you can enjoy the rest of your life free of inhibitions.” “What?” I asked. “Don’t hate me” he finished, before leaning down and kissing my lips. Then he was gone, and I was alone with a roomful of men leering at me and my gaping hole. It was then that I noticed their tattoos...

Thanks for the feedback guys. Here's the next chapter. Jay ------- The next morning I woke up to the pressure of Ben fucking me from behind, and knew that his cock had probably been buried inside all night as we were still in the same position. It felt really good to start the day like this, and I was quite happy that he was taking his time. Still, all good things must come to an end, and he eventually filled me with his load. What surprised me this time though was that he nuzzled his face into my neck afterwards, letting his cock soften inside me before he eventually pulled out and got up. The guys were actually quite cool at breakfast, treating me like normal with none of the weirdness from the day before. I guess with the cat out of the bag and their cum up my arse, there didn’t need to be any pretences. We all chatted about the final day of the project and what we needed to achieve, before setting off for the client’s offices to get started. It was another heck of a day, and by the evening none of us really felt like going out drinking again. Instead we went back to the hotel and had some bar food with a drink, before heading upstairs. This time Mitch and Rob just came straight to our room, and it wasn’t long before I was filled with cock again. No-one had as much energy as the night before so I only got two loads from each of them, and then of course Ben’s cock up my hole for the night once again. In the morning he chose to breed me in the shower before we packed up our things, went down for breakfast and then checked out. We did a few more hours at the client’s offices, and then headed to the airport. Rob and Mitch were both going to Gatwick and departed an hour the Heathrow flight Ben and I were on, so the two of us had a bit of time to kill. In the past that would have meant some shopping, maybe a coffee, probably a bit of watching the planes through the window, but it may not come as a surprise that on this occasion I instead found myself kneeling on the seat of a toilet, trousers hung on the door, and Ben’s cock up inside my hole again. It was quite a turn-on to be getting fucked while other guys used the urinals and lavatories around us, even if it did mean that Ben had to keep stopping his deep thrusting and instead switch to very gentle movements in and out so that we would not be heard. On the flight home I tried to relax a bit, not moving too much so as not to dislodge the wad of tissues shoved in my hole to keep Ben’s cum inside. He had made it clear he wanted to bookend the flight by using me again in the loos at Heathrow, and it would be a lot easier to get inside me without any unwanted squeals of pain if I was already lubed with his load. Hoping that no-one could smell what was inside me I did my best to act normal on the plane, but my levels of paranoia were raised somewhat as one of the male flight attendants kept glancing at me as he passed. I think I even saw him smirk at one point. Sure enough, the toilets at the far end of the baggage hall saw what may have been their first male-on-male breeding after we landed, with Ben thrusting me up against the wall in one of the wider disabled-access cubicles and ramming me senseless. Once he’d bred me for the umpteenth time he cleaned himself up, stuffed the tissues back into my crevice, and then made for the door. “See you in the office” he said with a wink, before ducking out. I dived for the door and re-locked it, then got myself sorted out. With a combination of tissues, spit and some water from the bottle I’d bought at Barcelona Airport, I managed to get my rear end cleaned out so that I had the best chance of not accidentally revealing to Rachel what had happened to me when I got home. Satisfied that both my body and my clothes were clear of any evidence, I then made my own way out of the bathroom, through customs and onwards to the tube. ------- To say things had been awkward at home is putting it mildly. I thought I’d be fine, but in truth I could barely make eye contact with Rachel all evening and she eventually went off to bed without me in a huff. Maybe she suspected I had been up to something while away in Barcelona, but I would bet my life that she would never have guessed just what that something actually was. I knew she was awake when I finally joined her in bed later on, as no-one who is asleep can turn their back on their partner so angrily. I tried my best the next morning and I think managed to make up for the night before, coming up with some cock-and-bull story about things not going so well in Barcelona and being a bit stressed about what that may mean for me back at the firm. Not sure she bought it, but it was enough to enable her to say ‘goodbye’ as she set off for work. I then tried to gather my shit before heading out the door too. Things seemed normal in the office, and my scrutiny of everything that was said to me, how people looked at me, jokes I heard being told elsewhere etc. gave me some solace as it would appear the other three hadn’t said anything to anyone else. Ben and Mitch were both wrapped up in meetings most of the morning so I didn’t see them, whilst Rob gave up nothing when he talked to me briefly. It was almost like it had never happened, until he gave a quick wink before walking off when we had met at the coffee station. I was just starting to think of going for lunch when I saw a group of men and women come out of the biggest conference room at the other end of the office. Ben and Mitch were amongst them, and I watched as everyone chatted for a bit before dispersing. Eventually Ben was striding down the office towards me, and I looked down to avoid eye contact. However, when he stopped next to my desk I had no choice but to look up at him. “Jake, come have lunch with me” he said, smiling. “I want to catch up on where we left things with Barcelona.” I stared up at him for a moment and then nodded. I locked my computer, grabbed my bag from under the table and then stood up and followed him as he walked towards the lift lobby. As we went through the doors to the lifts I finally spoke. “Are we really going to lunch?” He smiled and turned his head. “Of course not.” With that, he walked past the lifts and opened the door into the stairwell. He then started bounding up the stairs, and I hurried after him. We went up three floors, well into the unoccupied part of the building. “This should do” he said, going through one of the doors to where the toilets were. He then opened the door to the disabled toilet, holding it open for me to go in. He then followed me in, closing the door and putting the latch down to lock it. “There” he said, smiling, “now the only people who should disturb us are the ones I’ve invited to come and join us.” “H-h-how many?” I stammered. “We’ll see” he replied. “Mitch and Rob, obviously. Plus my boss.” “Gavin’s going to fuck me?!” I squealed. “Probably” he said, smirking, “or he might just want a blowjob.” I gaped at him, then looked down at the floor suddenly realising what my life was going to become. “Let’s get started” Ben eventually said. “Get your clothes off and hang them on the door. You’ve got a meeting at three and I don’t want you covered in cum.” I complied, realising that he’d planned this out to the extent of even checking when I needed to be back at my desk. Lunch was normally only 45 minutes, but as he’d made a show of saying we were going to be discussing the Barcelona project he could basically keep me here as long as he wanted. Once I was down to my underpants, I waited for my next instruction. “Good” he said, eyeing me up and down. “Now, tell me what you want.” “I’m sorry?” “Tell me what you want.” “Oh” I said. “Oh, right. Er, well, sir, I want you to fuck me.” “Good boy” he said, now smiling. “But first I think you should get me ready.” He then held his dick and looked down at it. Knowing what was required, I dropped to my knees, shuffled forward on the cold tiles and started to lick and suck his cock. I kept this up until he was breathing deeply, and then I decided to take a bit of control of the situation. I stood up, and looked up at him. “You’re ready” I said. “Please fuck me.” He smirked, and then spun me round. I bent over the toilet, rested my hands on the closed lid, and waited. He then suddenly appeared next to me, and bent over to retrieve a bottle that was hidden down the side of the toilet. Oh my god, he had planned this out so much he’d even stashed some lube here earlier. He disappeared from view, and I heard the squirting sound as he applied some to his fingers. A second later I flinched as I felt the coldness against my arse, and he then pushed a lubed finger in. Initially I was pleased that he was going to open me up, but then the finger was suddenly removed and he took up position behind me. Oh well, this was going to be a bit of a rough entry. He firmly pushed himself inside of me, and then slid the entire length in. It hurt, there’s no denying that, but I also felt a wave of euphoria sweep over me as I was penetrated again. “There you go boy” he said rather gruffly, holding still once fully buried, “now you’re back where you should be.” He then started to fuck, thrusting in and out of my hole as I relaxed into it and loosened up. His pounding was steady and felt fucking awesome, but after a while we were interrupted by what seemed to be a coded knock on the door. He swiftly yanked his cock from me, stepped back and flipped the latch on the door, and then returned to his position and rammed back inside of me as the door was opened. With my back to the door I couldn’t see who had come in, but from the steps and shuffling it was definitely more than one person. For some reason I chose not to look around, continuing to stare in front of me as Ben’s cock sawed away inside my guts. He eventually sped up, grunted loudly and blew his load, filling me with a huge quantity of his seed. He got his breath back and then withdrew, and in a matter of seconds I felt another cock being pushed in. Once again I was fucked, but this time I didn’t know who by even though it probably had to be Mitch, Rob or our department’s head, Gavin. I tried to decide if I thought the rock hard cock barrelling away inside me was familiar or not, but wasn’t sure. In just a few minutes the guy inside me blew his load and bred me, and then another stepped up. During that fuck there was another coded knock at the door, but this time I couldn’t tell if just one person had come in or more than that. It occurred to me that Ben had left it rather open as to whether it was just going to be him and the three others he mentioned breeding me that day, so it was quite possible some other guys were there. Despite my curiosity peaking, I still didn’t look round. In all, I was fucked seven times and took all of their loads up my arse. Then, when I sensed it was over, I straightened up and breathed deeply, feeling the cum running down my legs. I then slowly turned around to see who else was in the rather crowded disabled loo with me. Ben. Mitch. Rob. Yep, Gavin was there. Fuck. But who the hell were the other three? “Thanks mate” one of the strangers said, smiling at me. Whoever he was, he was cute. Man, I was thinking a guy was cute. “He doesn’t need to be thanked” said Ben, rather sternly. “Isn’t that right boy?” I blinked at him, before nodding. “Yes sir” I said, before looking round the room. “Thank you for breeding me.” “Good boy” said Ben. With that, the others all started to file out of the toilet and make their way back downstairs. When they were gone, Ben locked the door again and turned back to me. “Get yourself cleaned up” he said, with a much gentler tone than before, “and then you can go.” “Thank you” I said, before adding “sir.” He smiled at me, and then started to grab some paper towels from the dispenser. I set about getting the loads wiped out of my arse, and also cleaned up my legs given the stream of sticky cum that had run down them. Once washed and dried I got dressed again, and then hoisted my bag off the floor. “Right” Ben said, opening up the door, “let’s eat.” I was a bit dumbfounded, until he made his way through the door on to the dark, unoccupied office floor rather than heading back down the stairs. He walked to the kitchen area, where I was surprised to see some M&S sandwiches, crisps and drinks sitting out. Man, he had really planned this well. We hurriedly ate the food he had dropped off this morning, not saying anything to each other but exchanging occasional looks and smiles. Ben started wandering around the floor as he ate, taking in the view from three storeys further up the tower, and I eventually did the same. When we were done with our food Ben carefully gathered up the packaging and put it into the plastic bag he’d brought it in, and then we made our way back downstairs to resume our work for the afternoon.

it's all about delivering my load as deep as i can - blasting way inside my buddy's guts - both of us feeling the shiver of my spasms and his masterful tightening around my cock - it definitely requires physically pulling him down on my dick and holding him there... in whatever position we may be in - making him submit to the primal demands my body - both of us surrendering to the moment of my orgasm - my delivering a load - his taking it... willingly and appreciatively - then of course - he cleans up my cock with his mouth - gently sucking down any residual - then i get to taste the flavour of the combination of his ass and my cum off of his lips