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Part 1 I love anonymous cum dump play at motels. Have had several successes (one, 18 loads from 16 guys - one guy came back for seconds and thirds.) There have also been some flood; but that’s to be expected. The last time I had a scene like this was the one with 18 loads. Hole remained tight and held the loads until the next morning, walking through Target, I could feel the cum dripping down my leg. I think some guys could smell it as they kept staring at me. Went into the bathroom and held my hand under my hole and let all the cum out. Just as I was about to use it to jerk off, the door opened and a guy walked in. Bypassed the urinals and stopped right in front of my stalk, standing and watching me through the crack. I sat and waited, clock hard and sticking up. Guy, who I thought may be plain clothes security, unzipped his pants, fished his cock out. I heard him whisper, “Open your door, i can smell your need for cock. We all can.” Figuring, “What the hell,” I unlocked and opened the door. There in front of me was one of the guys I noticed, bearded, late 30s probably, with a ring on the finger. Married straight guy. JACKPOT!!! Knowing my role, I stood up, turned around and showed him my ass. I reached my hand back, filled with spunk, and rubbed some in my crack and into my hole. I was shocked and very turned on when the guy grabbed my hand and pulled it to his dick, telling me, “Lube me up faggot.” I stroked his cock, making sure to lube his head and shaft heavily. “Enough. Spread ‘em fag.” I kicked off my shorts from one foot, spread my legs to get a good stance, and then reached back to spread my cheeks as ordered. “Fuck, faggot, you look like you had some fun.” He stepped forward, placed his cock head at my hole and told me, “Be quiet.” With that he rammed in balls deep in one thrust and I fought to hold in the scream. Even with all the fucks, it hurt like hell. He did not waste time, or allow me to get used to his dick. He began tucking me hard and fast, telling me, “The wife’s waiting for me.” I moaned in ecstasy when he said this. He laughed and said, “You know it faggot. She won’t let me do this to her,” pulling all the way out before slamming all the way back in. “Gods thing that faggot sluts like you are so horny for straight guys and will bend over whenever we tell you.” He proceeded to stop talking and intensify his pounding of my cunt. He slammed in one more time, telling me, “Take my straight load in your cunt faggot.” He shot several times before pulling out. I immediately spun around and dropped to my knees. I engulfed his cum covered cock to the base, cleaning it, his pubes and balls of all traces of cum. “Fuck yeah, full service faggot. Hole and cleaning. Back off, I gotta take a wicked piss.” I only tightened my lips, looked up at him and nodded. “No fucking way.” He released and pissed down my throat. He shoved his clean and soft cock back in his pants. He pulled a pen out of his pocket, “Give me your number. I’m going to need that cunt more.” I scribbled my number on some toilet paper and handed it to him. He stuffed it in his pocket and walked out. Fast forward six years, married, started partying, but fewer allowances to do scenes like this. Until now. Husband had to go out of town for a week to “Find himself.” That’s great, you do that. I will find myself in my own way. I placed adds on BBRTS, Grindr and anywhere else I could think of. Still mourn the loss of Craigslist personals. About 8 guys expressed interest. So I reserved a room at a cheap, rundown motel in Denver and drove up Saturday. I checked in and realized this was the perfect setting. Room was a bed, table and bathroom. Lighting was already dim with only two lights. The bed was king size, trashy blanket and sheets. Most important - the door was not an new door. Latch on top fir safety, but heavy and out of shape. I could push the food halfway closed, and it wouldn’t move easily. Perfect for it to remain open. After cleaning out very deeply (never know what might come up) I placed very explicit and direct ads on all the sites: “Anonymous motel pump n dump. Hotel name and room number sent in first reply; no long messaging. Door is open, room dimly lit. I’ll be face down, ass up, blindfold optional. You knock, cum in, fuck me, breed me and leave. Multiple cummers can stay and fuck as long as you need. Otherwise, you need to get going, no staying to watch. Here are the rules: no making appointments. You show up and take your chance of walking in on me getting fucked, or another coming in while you’re fucking me. If you’re not down with this, then this isn’t the scene for you. Only limits are women/pain/blood and the like. Fucking can be mild to wild, your choice. I can take it hard, so feel free. Primary focus is on getting fucked and seeded, but other stuff can be involved, if it goes there.” Within 10 minutes, I was getting hits on Grindr but had to deny some who wanted to use condoms; did you even read the ad? The first wave of responses included 5 successful catches who said they could be there anywhere from 15 to 45 minutes. One actually piqued my interest as his first message was, “Fuck boy, I’m gonna take that ass apart. But I want to ask you a question first.” I thought about deleting him until he sent a picture of his cock and the PA that was in it. I responded back, “Fuck I need that cock. What’s the question?” He responded quickly, “You party?” Fuck, the question that always causes a challenge. If I respond honestly, some guys get turned off. If I lie and say no, some guys end chat right away. I looked over at the nightstand where my bag of T shards was sitting. I thought about how to respond, and devised a plan. I replied, “Never done it, fantasized about it. Even came close a few times, but chickened out each time. You party?” No response for a couple minutes and I began to give up and check other responses. Then his message came in. “Yeah boy, I party and love getting boys like you spun up and use you. I have enough T to get you going. Wanna do it this time? No chickening out or turning back?” I knew, this was going to be a chance to fulfill two fantasies at once: getting raw fucked by a guy with a PA and to possibly get stealth drugged. I replied, “How will it work, what if I say no?” His reply was direct, “You won’t say no to me faggot. Now, am I doing you or not? I’m ending chat after this if you don’t answer correctly.” Not wanting to appear to eager, I took about 90 seconds to think about it. I replied, “yes,Sir,” and gave him the hotel name and room number, along with a map. His response was simple, “I know the place. 30 minutes until your life changes boy. Hopefully, you’ll be loaded for me. I don’t use lube.” With that, the chat disappeared from the window. I checked all the other sites, sent out info and was alerted to a new message on Adam 4 Adam. Simply said, “in parking lot.” I closed my tablet, hid it under mattress. I quickly lubed a finger to open my hole. I grabbed a nice sized shard from the bag, which joined the tablet. Little more lube on fingers and shard. Shoved it as deep and as hard as possible up my ass. It began burning as I heard a knock on the door, followed by it opening. Here we go.

Restroom Fun "It depends on what you are wearing underneath. Underwear, is probably a no. Nothing is also not allowed. Jockstrap is ok" I said. He nodded and took his jeans off, revealing a leather jockstrap that framed his ass nicely. He made a full 360 turn, modeling it for us. A few minutes later I saw a guy walk in and was happy he decided to come. I waved him over and introduced him to the group. "Gabriel, this is my co-worker Marc and his partner Sebastian. Guys, this is my friend Gabriel" I said. Gabriel left his tee on and while it was one for a famous leather store in San Francisco, he had no gear on other than some boots. Boots that were almost identical to the ones I had on. I got him a beer and when I came back the three of them were talking and I hoped it wasn't about me. We chatted for a while, looking around the room and admiring the wide range of guys. We kept getting interrupted as several guys came over to say "hi" to me, all making comments about how good it was to be out and mingling again. "You seem to know a lot of people here. You must have something they all want" Marc said. Gabriel looked over, concerned, but then relaxed when I replied "I have been coming here since I was in university so I have known many of them for years. Some are just friends, some I have done bondage play with. Only a couple were sex partners and that was years ago." About that time, Tim showed up with a friend of his. I spotted him, but before I could wave he saw me and came over to the table. With the introductions, we found out Tim's friend was Omar and I got refills for the beers. By the time I got back from the bar, Tim and Omar had their shirts off and tucked into their jeans. I could see Marc trying to figure out Tim's tattoo, but then got distracted with the new drink and his hand groping his partner. The conversation now got complicated. It really became two or three conversations but everyone seemed to be having a good time. Tim looked good in the tight jeans and a thin strapped harness, but it was more for show than anything else. One good tug on it and I'm sure I'd have just a fistful of broken straps in my hand. I later found out it was his dad's and I suspected Tim would be out shopping for his own after seeing many different ones that night that were much more functional. Gabriel and I went for the next round and Tim said he'd make sure that Sebastian made it to the bathroom ok. I gave them directions and Tim, Omar and Sebastian went off in search of a piss. "I'll hold the table" Marc said, looking a little worried. I ordered the six beers for us and then asked the bartender "What's Carlos drinking tonight?" Of course it was an expensive Scotch, but I got him one anyway. "I'll deliver it" I told the bartender. He gave us a tray to hold the pints and Gabriel lifted the heavy tray like it was second nature and didn't spill a drop. I walked over to the end of the bar with Gabriel in tow. I walked up to Carlos and handed the glass of scotch to him. "Thank you officer for all you do to keep us fags safe" I said, smiling. He stood up, took the glass and set it down on the bar next to his almost empty one. "Craig, you stud. How have you been? Since I haven't seen you, you must be keeping out of trouble" he said, being much more friendly than most of our encounters. I looked him over and he looked the same as when we were in his basement months ago. I looked to his side and there was a college aged guy kneeling on the floor in only a stained white jockstrap and plain black collar. A leash draped from his neck up to Carlos' hand. "Another rescue? The Animal Control Department is going to start complaining that you're taking all of the strays" I said. "No, this is just a boy that was looking for a Master. I have two rescues at home, now. Unfortunately, since they come from different gangs, I have to keep them caged separately or they'll kill each other" he said. "Shame, I always thought that Juan needed a playmate" I said with a grin. Glancing back at Gabriel I said "I need to get these drinks over to my friends before they get too warm. Let me know if you need my services again to mark your new rescue or maybe even this one" looking down to the floor. "Juan took care of the other rescue. It was quite a sight to watch. But, I'll keep that in mind if this one stays much longer. It's good to have them marked to show ownership. I see you have a new one too. He is a big improvement over Tim... much sexier. Just as toxic, I imagine" he said with a wink to Gabriel. We got back to the table and Marc was still sitting alone, scoping out the crowd and obviously concerned where his partner was. Gabriel set the glasses down, making sure they ended up in the right spots. "Let me go check the bathroom. I know it gets backed up when the place gets busy" I said as I turned and left Gabriel with Marc. Wandering to the back, I saw that there was a line to get into the bathroom. Saying "Just looking for someone" I was able to jump the line and go inside where I spotted the cause of the wait. Both stalls were occupied with guys fucking. There were only 2 of the five urinals being used to piss and a guy was using one of the sinks to empty his bladder. The first three urinals were taken by bottoms leaning against the wall getting their asses pounded. That's where I found them. Tim was standing back, watching his friend fuck Sebastian. "Some guy tossed that tee over Seb's head and pushed him to the wall. He fucked him good and then his buddy took over. Another guy finished his piss and then just slid right into Seb. I jumped in so another guy didn't" Tim told me as he watched Omar drill Sebastian. I'm sure that was close to what happened but Tim was not Sebastian's savior if Omar was now fucking him. I heard grunting from Omar and I knew he was about to add his probably viral load into Sebastian's ass. When he pulled his cock out, I moved in next, which seemed an unpopular move to some of the guys that were waiting their turn. I hooked my finger into the back ring on Sebastian's collar and leaned in. "Back away from the urinal, wipe your ass with the T-shirt and we're going back to the table. I'll keep quiet if you want me to" I said sternly into his ear. He nodded and I tugged backward on the collar. He did as he was told, dropping the t-shirt on the floor as we made our way out of the crowded room. Who knows if that urinal got used as a fuck or a piss station after we left, but Marc was relieved when he saw us coming back. "They sure seemed to like watching all of the fucking that was going on in there. No wonder there was a line" I said when we got back to the table. Both Tim and Omar had big smiles on their faces. Sebastian looked a little nervous and I saw some cum drip down his leg. We all talked a little more and then Gabriel said "I hate to go, but I have an early doctor's appointment in the morning." "I hope it's nothing serious" Marc said. "Just some tests to see how viral I am" he said unemotionally. Everyone at the table looked shocked at his comment. Tim looked at me, obviously wondering if he was Gabriel's bug brother. "Viral?" Sebastian asked. "Yeah, I have HIV and I'm seeing a new doctor about treatment" Gabriel replied, just as frank as with his prior comment. Part of me was proud that he could finally talk about it without breaking down, but I was also worried that he was now numb to it. I was surprised, though, that he hadn't mentioned that he had made an appointment. "Oh, I'm sorry. Good luck tomorrow" Marc said. Gabriel seemed to ignore Marc's comment as he took a last swig of his beer and headed to the door. As soon as he was gone, Mark turned to Sebastian and said "See, that's why we are so careful."

Horny after work, so stipped in abs on the chance there'd be a hole I was interested in. Not a bad crowd surprisingly, but mostly twinks. I saw one kept staring at me, so I went over and asked if he liked daddies. He was maybe 5'6", 120lbs, brown/brown, and maybe 18. I know they card folks before they get in the back rooms. Anyways, we go to a booth, and I push him down and pull out my cock. He begins sucking right away. Does a pretty good job, but I want his ass pussy. I have him stand and bend over onto the seat, pull down his shorts and start fingering his smooth hairless hole. He's moaning, and I'm spitting as much as I can to lube him up. I have one hand on his back to hold him still, and the other is lining my cock up with his hole. I begin pushing in, and he's letting out a pained moan. I tell him to relax and keep pushing, and finally slide all the way in. I'm really worked up by now, so I just start fucking him steady and tell him I'm going to fuck his tight ass until it's stretched out. He's obviously is uncomfortable, but never tells me to stop. After a minute my cock is sliding in and out easier, as my precum was doing its job. I ask him if I just popped his cherry, and he nods and keeps letting out the occasional gasp and moan. I let him know I'm going to finish the job and nut in his ass, and I no sooner get the words out when I start unloading. I good 7 squirts as deep as I could get them. He doesn't move, so I slide my cock out and stand him upright. I reach around and feel his cock. It's soft as can be, and no dripping. So, instead I put a finger in his hole to feel my cum in there, tell him he has a sweet ass pussy, and then head out the door.

The rest of the night I could only think about the cum in my ass. I thought I got it all out but when I slide my finger in my ass I could still smell cum on my finger. It turned me on, and I had to jack off in the bathroom and I fell asleep trying to picture what the guys I sucked off looks like and I was not sure I had ever been so horny in my life. I tried to put it out of my mind, but it was no use. I finally dozed off and got up early and showered and headed to work. I fought the temptation to go back to the glory hole and check it out at lunch and decided to surf the internet and I stumbled on to a website squirt.org and I joined since it had a section on where glory holes could be found, and I realized there was one in a building two doors down. I read a few of the post and decided it was work a walk to check it out. When I arrived, there were already to guys in two of the three stalls. The middle one was open, and I entered and sat on the toilet. Both buys started tapping their feet, I peeked through the hole on the right and from what I could see there was a guy in sweatpants and a T-shirt holding his dick. He looked lean and in good shape. The other side was a businessman in a dress shirt and tie. I was not sure what to do but I put my fingers up to the hole with the guy in sweats and he stood up and guided his dick through the hole. He was sporting a nice moderately thick 8-inch dick uncut, and I began so suck his dick and he was moaning. The other guy put his dick through the hole although I could not see anything until he knocked on the wall and I pulled off the dick I was sucking, and a huge dick was rock hard pointing right at me, and I began to suck his cock while I held onto his 8 inches and slowly jacked it. I went back and forth for several minutes and then the guy to my right 8 incher pulled out and asked to see my ass. I had cleaned out before I came so I dropped my underwear and showed him my ass while I sucked the other guy’s dick. The guy to my right reached through and felt my ass and then pulled me back to him and lined my hole up with the glory hole and began eating my ass like the skater dude had done. This went on for three to four minutes and then he slides his finger inside me and then and another and just like before his dick slide in me bare and he began to fuck me. It felt amazing and then I heard him breathing heavy and he said take my nut you little slut. He pulled out and said clean my dick boy and I turned around and sucked his dick clean while my ass was pointing toward the hole. I felt the businessman touch my hole and slide his finger inside me and then pull me toward the hole while I was still sucking the other guy’s dick and before I knew it that huge dick was pressing into me, and it hurt. I was making some noise and the guy who just fucked me pulled out of me and held some poppers up to my nose and I inhaled three times each side and I was flying while the guy behind me fucked my hole and 8 to 10 minutes later he shot his load inside me. The guy who gave me the poppers said good boy and he unlocked his door and went to the sink and the businessman also did and I heard businessman say fuck dud you were right; you can find some great ass here. I thought fuck, they planned this entire thing, and they were just waiting for someone like me. I waited for them to leave and sat on the toilet hoping someone would come in and then I heard the door, footsteps the stall door open, close and lock and the guy unbuckled his jeans and they dropped to the floor. He sat down and I peeked through the hole, and it was a middle-aged white guy, good looking and he had a wedding ring on. I tapped my foot and so did he, then he put his finger to the hole, and I stood up and guided my dick through and he began to suck my cock and six or seven minutes later I shot a huge load in his mouth. I walked back to my car knowing I had two loads inside me and as much as I was annoyed that they knew each other and I was getting hard picturing their hot dick and know I had a part of them inside me.

Another that got too long and I split it in 2. No sex, just story in this part. Sorry. ------------- The Out of Towners On Friday, my boss had given me a heads up to reserve my evenings the next week since we had a guy from the Euro office coming in most of the week. "Dinner on Monday and if they don't have plans, take him on a lake cruise or out for drinks Tuesday and Wednesday" he said. It had been a fun but crazy weekend with Gabriel but when he left Sunday afternoon I knew I needed to rest up for the week. Monday morning I showed up at the office dressed better than normal and unsure of what was going to happen. No one made a comment about the earrings, but I still felt self conscious about them. I knew we had meetings all day, but hopefully I'd be able to escape dinner by eight. I didn't have any plans, I just hated those social work things. My boss introduced me to the guest, Marc, and just as we grabbed coffee and a pastry, the meeting started. The morning went quick and when we broke for lunch I went to recycle four cups of coffee. As I came out of the restroom, Marc was standing there. "Can I ask you a personal question, Craig?" I never like questions like this. "Oh... maybe, I like to keep my personal life private, but you can ask" I said with a grin. "I heard you are gay. Is it true?" he asked. I took a deep breath and replied "My sex life is separate from my work life. It never interferes in my ability to do my job" I said coldly. "No, no. I didn't mean it that way. My partner joined me on this trip and I was hoping you could tell me some gay places we should see while we are in the city" he replied, smiling. I laughed at my misreading of the question. Sometimes a grammatically correct sentence doesn't truly impart the intended meaning. "Oh, I'm sorry. I took it the wrong way. Uh... there are lots of things that gay people do in the city. Museums, the zoo, beaches... shopping, of course" I said. The look on his face told me I should think of more exciting places. "Or, for nightlife we have dance clubs, drag bars, regular gay bars, leather bars, bathhouses... almost anything. What kinds of places were you looking for?" I asked. His eyes lit up with my second set of suggestions. While he looked a little older than me, he was in good shape and I could see him in almost all of those places. "Those sound more interesting. Let me text my partner and see what he wants" Marc said. "Tonight we have dinner planned and I think I heard you are flying to LA on Thursday. Two nights doesn't give you much time to experience it all. You should pick two and spend the evening exploring one each night" I said to him. He nodded and I got a message from my boss saying that lunch was ready. We finished up the day and the three of us walked over to one of the nicer restaurants near the office. Waiting outside, looking around impatiently, was a young guy in his early 20s. Blond, slender and a little shorter than me. He was dressed well and as soon as we got close, Marc ran up to him and hugged him, placing a kiss on each cheek. A few people looked at them but as soon as the flurry of French came out of their mouths they carried on. My boss and I were introduced to Sebastian and we went inside to be seated. I had never really talked to my boss about being gay, we kept our conversations strictly about work. Most everyone in the office knew, but I just never made a point to say anything about it. Not like the straight guys that would sit in the lunchroom bragging about the latest women they'd screwed. But, here we were, three gay guys and one straight guy talking about almost anything. We heard about how Marc and Sebastian met, how long they'd been together, trips they had taken, and more. "Do you have a partner, Craig?" Marc asked. My boss looked over, seemingly more interested in this than anything else. "No, I don't. I really don't do well in relationships. I much prefer Mr. Last Night than having a boyfriend" I replied, using the same line I usually used when asked this question before. Everyone laughed but as soon as I said it, Gabriel's face flashed in front of me. We had finished off the third bottle of wine when my boss made his apologies for having to leave to get back to his wife. The three of us stuck around and finished off a fourth bottle of wine and dessert. With only us queers at the table, the conversation got a little more lively. "You really keep your sex life and work life separate?" Marc asked. "I only broke that rule once and it got me fired from my first job" I said. "This sounds interesting" Sebastian said, suddenly being more talkative. "It was simple. I like to play around and he wanted a faithful husband. When he found out I was fucking several other guys, he dumped me and made up a few lies to get me fired" I explained. They were nodding, but I wasn't sure if they had been in that situation before or just could relate to it. "Gay men are not meant to be monogamous. Sebastian has many lovers, as do I. Sometimes we even get them together. It's a much better way" Marc stated. I nodded, agreeing to an extent but still not wanting to get locked into a relationship. "So, have you decided what types of places to go on your free evenings? I can give you some suggestions if you want" I said, trying to steer the conversation away from relationships. Sebastian got excited again and both of them leaned in. "We don't know what places you usually go to but we hoped you would take us to a leather bar tomorrow. Then... the bath house on Wednesday. I wish we had more time, but next week we are spending four days in San Francisco so we will have some fun there too" Sebastian said enthusiastically. I thought about it a moment and I didn't have a problem taking them to a leather bar, since that was mostly a social event. Some drinking, take a look at the guys and figure out which were real and which were posers. Maybe even toy with some of the college guys that always showed up. I would just avoid playing in the bathroom or back room. The bathhouse was off limits. The last thing I wanted was to run into RJ who was screaming about how I pozzed him in front of my co-workers. Another reason sex and work should not get mixed together. "Yeah, we can hit the leather bar tomorrow. I think it's the night you don't need gear, which makes it easier for you two" I said. "Oh, we brought some of our leather clothes" Marc said with a grin. "As far as the bathhouse, I just don't feel comfortable going there with people from work. It's a rule I just won't break. Besides, all you need to know is where it is. They all are pretty similar" I said, taking the last sip of wine from my glass. They looked disappointed and I hated being an ass since they seemed to be good guys. After a few minutes I said "Let me see if any of my friends will show it to you." They both smiled and we toasted our empty glasses to the next few nights of adventure. Once I got home, I texted Tim "Got any leather?" I got a reply from him a while later "wtf?" "guy from work in from out of town. Wants to hit a cpl gay spots while here" I replied. "ok we gonna tag him?" he replied. "I wont. leather bar just social meet on tues. thought you could show him the bath wed" I texted back, crossing my fingers. "why dont u take him 2 bath?" Tim asked. "Too much gossip @work if I do. Bar ok, baths cud make trbl for me" I answered. "He hot?" Tim replied about ten minutes later. "mid 30s, good bod with twink partner ur age" I sent back. "partner?" he asked and I replied "they r open." "U want me to poz em?" Tim then asked. This was a question I didn't really want to be involved in. "I dont want to know if u guys do anything. Im setting up a tour. no more" I texted back. "but u asked me and u know I like 2 fuck - guys" he texted, obviously digging to see my intent for the guys. "no clue if they are + or -. maybe u can find out at leather bar ;)" I said. I was being honest there, it hadn't come up and I didn't care since I wouldn't be fucking them. If they flew back home with a few souvenirs, it wasn't going to be my fault. A few more messages later and Tim agreed to meet at 9 over at The Saddle. Marc, Sebastian and I hit a pub near work to get dinner and then I headed home. I gave them the address and set up an uber to take them from their hotel to the south end of the gayborhood. When I got home I showered and laid out a few outfits trying to figure out how far to go. Jeans, tee, boots and cuffs seemed to be the safe call. The tee would probably be off before we even got in the door. I laid out a few more combos of stuff i had and settled on leather pants and boots, my favorite harness covered by a tee until I got there. I got a few looks heading to the train and even more as I got off and walked the four blocks to The Saddle. The place had started out as a country and western bar but soon found the gay leather community taking over. Even after the owners sold out, the name and crowd stayed the same and occasionally some naive cowboys would walk in and have the surprise of their life. Many ran out, but some stayed and found a new type of bronco to ride bareback. I stood out front, waiting for Marc and Sebastian to show up. Their uber pulled up a couple minutes later and I looked them over. Marc had a muscular upper body that was bulging under the tight t-shirt and harness. A large tribal tattoo was visible on his left arm below the sleeve of his tee and there was a partial sleeve on his right arm. No wonder he had worn a dark, long sleeve dress shirt at work. Marc wore leather pants, similar to mine and much chunkier boots. Sebastian appeared dressed more for a straight bar, wearing jeans, a tee and some canvas sneakers. The only thing that wasn't vanilla was the thick leather collar around his neck. We said hi and I ushered them to the doorway and walked in. It was decent crowd and I glanced around the room, looking for a spot for four or six. After we sat down, I pulled my tee shirt off and tucked it in my back pocket. The other two also pulled off their tees. Sebastian pulled out a canvas bag and stuffed their shirts in. I handed mine over and headed to the bar. I ordered based on what we had at the pub earlier for dinner. A couple light lagers and a hoppy ale for me. While waiting for the pints to get poured I looked around and saw several familiar faces. One in particular was a pleasant surprise. As I walked back to the table, I noticed Marc had a huge back tattoo with a medieval theme in addition to the ink on his arms. It was quite a contrast to Sebastian's un-inked body. I dropped off the pints and Sebastian leaned in over the table. "Can I take my pants off here?" he asked.

Glory Holes have been around as long as there have been men's rooms. But what's their true purpose? Obviously for Cocks to get sucked off by men that crave it. But, there's another, deeper function too. When there's a public room (i.e. men's rest room), with one or more glory holes carved into the partitions, it focuses all the attention on only one thing: Lust. The need to suck a Cock off, feel the rush when it pumps Sperm down the throat or up the gut. Glory holes are seldom bigger than they need to be to get the Cock/balls through and mate with a hungry mouth or hole. This fact actually reduces our concentration to the lowest common denominator. If you happen to like beefy guys, and the Cock on the other side of the partition is so skinny he could walk through a harp, you won't know or care. The only important thing is the hard Cock staring back at you through the gh. If you like skinny guys, and the guy on the other side is beefy, you won't see or care. All you care is there's a man that needs to sate his Lust, just as you need to sate yours. Whether the Cock pumps sperm down your throat or up your Hole, the important thing - boiled down to it's lowest common denominator - is hard raw Cock mating with hungry raw Hole. There are no other considerations available. Of course, in a bar/"bookstore"/whatever known for raw pigsex, men will cruise each other and head to the john to complete the act of mating with each other(s). But in general, glory holes serve a magnificent purpose by filtering out all the unnecessary distractions, allowing us to focus on only our Lust, the need to mate with our brothers, the craving to pitch or catch sperm. Maybe you finish and see the guy as he leaves, and think to yourself "oh fuck - did I actually suck that mess off?" Or, "oh fuck - that guy is hotttt - I want/need more" and go get his contact information. In either case, the act of mating with your brothers has taken place, as it will again and again and again. Glory Holes serve a crucially important function: it's all about lust - all about mating. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm. Whether at a group breeding orgy, a glory hole, in an alley, at your place or his, wherever. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm.

If it's a 1-on-1 breeding, yeah, I better get at least 1 load in me. When I'm out in a multi-partner setting, then it's all about the sodomy an the pleasure being penetrated by cocks and hands with the knowledge from my experiences past I will go home with loads in me, even if it's not from every guy or right way. Wed night was pup night at a local bar, which has a play area in the back. I was in it most of the might in my pup gear taking cocks in me. Tops generally don't want to fuck and cum right away because they want to sodomize as many of us as they can, so i always make sure i stay late for when the tops are ready to call it a night and need a hole to spill their nut seed in. By that time I've enjoyed hours of constant sexual use and feeling the loads leaking from my trashed ass is a high that never gets old.

I think there are two different kinds of bottom on this regard, and the difference between them is stark. What I read over and over in the responses here is: 1. “I’m in it for the load” (i.e., the sex is about what I get) 2. “I had better end up with a load” (i.e., the Top owes me a load) 3. “I feel disappointed/cheated if I don’t get a load” (i.e., I didn’t receive what I was entitled to) 4. “It’s like a drug...a dose of his seed...I’m addicted” (i.e., the chemical effects of the contents of the load are a motivator) I read these replies, and I understand what you say... but as fellow bottoms I don’t understand you at all. We stand on opposite sides of a philosophical chasm when it comes to this. It doesn’t matter to me whether I end up with a load after a Man fucks me. This is why: 1. I don’t approach sex thinking about what I’m going to get. I offer my sex hoping that I’ll be able to give. If that giving means the Top is so pleasured that he climaxes inside me, mission accomplished. If he’s so pleasured that he fucks me in half for an hour without cumming but leaves with a smile, mission accomplished. 2. If the Top inseminates me, I am humbled - he has given me a gift. First, he gave me the gift of his intimacy, and his trust, and then the exquisite gift of his semen. And It is his load, a physical part of him that he has chosen to share with me personally, and to leave with me as a mark of his joining his flesh to mine. 3. If the Top does not inseminate me, I do not feel cheated or disappointed that I did not receive something due me. The load isn’t mine, it’s his, to give or not give at his pleasure. He doesn’t ever, ever owe me his load. Now, if he fails to cum and leaves dissatisfied, then I will feel disappointment, but it will be a deep disappointment with myself for having failed him, not with him for having failed me. 4. Like you, when I am bred and his liquid enters my system, my body responds to the chemicals in his semen that give a sense of pleasure and well-being. With each load I take, I want more. It’s potent stuff. But for me, the glow I feel after a long fuck, load or no load, has nothing to do with that - it’s the pleasure of knowing that I did a good thing and did it very well, and made someone else happy, even if just for a little while. To you, all this may make me sound crazy, or self-deluded, or naïve, but it’s the way I actually do sex. And the only time I end up disappointed is when there’s no fucking at all. I only know that the surest way to deal with the problem of disappointment is to change your own expectations. If you can find a way to for sex to be rewarding every time regardless of the load - a thing you will never be in control of - then you will seldom be disappointed.

As a top, I want bottom that truly gives me the sense that my sexual needs are his priority. Second, I want him to appreciate that I am willing to fuck him. I dont like bottoms who treat me as a human dildo. I am doing you an act of kindness by fucking you. And finally, I want you appreciate my load. So dont tell me to cum in a condom or pull out. I dont care about the physical body as much as the attitude.

I woke in a bit of a fog, unable to be sure what exactly happened last night and what I might have dreamt about. I felt Anthony stir behind me, his arm still draped across me and his cock hardening against my lower back. My hole felt a bit sore, and also full - then I remembered it still had the plug that had been inside me all weekend, whenever a cock or tongue wasn’t. My mind trailed back to all the various places we had fucked in the past days, all the ways Anthony had gotten inside my body and also inside my head. I recalled the increasing control he seemed to be able to exert over me, and the intensity of our verbal interplay. And that’s when I sat up with a jolt, “Oh fuck!” Anthony groaned and tried to pull me back down to the bed, but I was too freaked out. “Anthony, wake up. Wake up! Last night, you said something and I just want you to tell me it was part of the role playing we were doing. Tell me it was all a fantasy we were playing with.” “I could tell you what you want to hear, but it wouldn’t be the truth.” “But...but you told me you were shooting a poz load into me. How can that be possible? You assured me you were safe!” “I answered all of your questions honestly, Joey. I assure you, I have not lied to you once since I met you.” “But you said you and your husband had been together for years!” “Correct.” “And that you hadn’t been with anyone since you broke up 6 months ago!” “Also correct.” “So how is it possible for you to have HIV?” “Joey, you only asked if I had had sex outside our marriage. And I never did. But my husband, the cheating piece of shit, did. I found out when I had some routine bloodwork done for a physical exam. When the doctor told me I was positive, I was sure it was a mistake. But after another positive test, I rushed home to tell my husband, and that’s when he confessed that he’d been slutting around behind my back for the past year, allowing people he barely knew to bareback him, and didn’t have the courage to tell me. He begged me to forgive him, but I threw him out on the spot.” “Oh my god. I just...I can’t imagine.” “Like I told you, our breakup was pretty brutal on me. I took some time to process my new reality and give myself some space. And it dawned on me that I wasn’t as powerless as I felt. If I was willing to use my new power, I could perhaps do something to move forward rather than wallow in self pity. So after 6 months, I decided I was ready to get out there and do some damage.” Gulp. “Damage?” “Joey, I first saw you at the conference earlier this week. I really enjoyed your talk, and of course since I found you handsome, I took note of the ring on your finger. And then when I saw you in the bar, and I saw your ring finger looking rather naked, I knew it was time to make my move. A sexy, intelligent man such as yourself going out all alone with no wedding ring - exactly who I was seeking. So I picked you up. I told you the truth every step of the way, hoping against hope that I could get into your hole bareback and shoot my potent seed inside another cheating husband and teach you a lesson.” “Oh my god.” “So here we are. I’ve lost count of how many loads I’ve dumped in you, and they’ve stayed in there thanks to that butt plug, seeping into your walls. You’ve had high viral load semen in your battered rectum for a day and a half. Oh, I didn’t mention that I haven’t started on meds yet. So the cum I’ve been filling you with over and over again is super toxic. And a dirty cheater like you, Joey, has earned every last bit of the treatment you’ve received. Dirty boys like you deserve exactly what you get. You said it yourself!” My head was swimming. So much to take in. Not only had I actually cheated on my husband, something I’d fantasized about for so long but been too afraid to follow through on. I had trusted someone and let him bareback me - repeatedly. And more than that, I’d allowed myself to start to develop feelings for this man - he had infiltrated my mind in such a short period of time, I lost track of what was real and what was fantasy. I just knew that even now, after hearing this devastating news, after learning that the rough and passionate fucking and load after load filling my hole could very well have already given me HIV, I still found myself enraptured by this man. Anthony said, “Judging by the erection you’re sporting, I think it’s pretty clear what you want, whether you’re willing to accept it or not. Joey, I want to fuck you again and dump another load in you. But this time, you need to tell me exactly what you want. No hiding from it. No game playing. Be honest with yourself and with me and tell me what you desire.” “I can’t believe I’ve done what I’ve done.” “I can imagine. You betrayed your husband, your vows. You let a virtual stranger fuck you bareback. You took multiple loads over the course of a couple days. You became a cheater. But you liked it, didn’t you?” “I can’t deny it. I enjoyed it. I feel like something has shifted inside me.” He pulled me down onto the bed with him. “And you want more. Just admit it. You crave more cum in your hole. You want to be fucked again by a man who fucks you better than your husband. Tell me what you want, Joey.” “I want you inside me, Anthony. I can’t explain it, but I feel empty when you’re not in me. I crave you, I desire you in a way I haven’t wanted anything in a long time.” He rolled me on to my back and shifted between my legs. “And now you know all about me. You know what you’re getting when I insert my cock into you. I need you to tell me what that is, Joey. I need you to use your words and say what’s going to happen when I put my penis inside you.” “You’re going to fuck me. And you’re going to cum inside me.” “And?” He pulled the plug out of my hole, and rubbed the head of his cock against me. I could feel his precum smearing on my stretched pucker. “And that cum is going to seep into me, and infect me. You’re going to give me HIV.” “Tell me you want me to do that, Joey. Say it.” Feeling the pressure against my hole, wanting nothing more in this moment than to be penetrated by this man, to be full of him, hardly believing when I heard the words come out of my mouth. “I want you to convert me, Anthony. I want you to fuck your disease into me until I’m HIV-positive like you are.” That was all it took for him to slide into me balls deep. Holding steady, he grinned down at me and I could feel his cock throbbing and leaking deep in my guts. One brief moment of pause flashed across my face, thinking of my husband and what I was in the process of doing. Anthony saw and grabbed the little brown bottle, uncapping it and holding it under my nose. “Breathe, Joey. Inhale the fumes and let it go. Let it all go. Be here with me, in this moment. Just us, nothing else.” I inhaled deeply. Looking up into his eyes as he switched nostrils, I breathed as deeply as I could and felt myself open up more completely. His cock seemed to push even deeper into me, and I welcomed him. I wanted every bit of him to be inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, grabbed his head, and pulled him down on top of me, planting my lips on his and kissing him passionately. It felt like any inhibition I might have felt had melted away and all I wanted was to be filled, inhabited, possessed. Then he started to move inside me. Slowly at first, then increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. I felt things I’d never felt before, a deep satisfaction in what I was doing. Like every other fuck I’d ever experienced had been inferior compared to what was happening in this moment. Anthony surprised me when he pulled back, brought his left hand up, and wiggled his fingers to remind me he was still wearing my wedding ring. He grabbed my rock hard cock and used it to pull himself deeper inside me. Then he brought his hand to my mouth and shoved his ring finger in. I sucked it instinctively, running my tongue along the cold metal of my ring. He put two more fingers into my mouth and started to piston fuck my hole. Looking deep in each other’s eyes, I saw his demeanor shift to one of dominance and derision, in an instant. “Look at you, you pathetic cheating whore. Putting your fucking wedding ring on another man’s finger, begging that man to fuck you bareback when you know without question that he has a high viral load churning in his balls. Degrading and debasing yourself in any way you are told, all so you can ruin your fucking life forever!” I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, scratching his solid glutes. Desperate for more of him. “I’m gonna give you what you want. I’m gonna knock your ass up and infect you with my disease. After the pounding and all the loads you’ve taken this weekend, there’s no doubt you’re going to convert. Your bug chasing ass is going to carry my DNA forever, you cheating piece of shit! Take my toxic cum, faggot!!!” Anthony shot rope after rope deep inside me as I shot an incredible load all over my face and chest without touching myself. I couldn’t believe how much I shot, and then realized I could still feel him shooting into me. It was by far the most cum I’d ever felt inside me, and I squeezed my hole as tight as I could to get every last drop. He collapsed onto the bed as I reached for the plug and smiled, sliding it back home where it belonged. Anthony chuckled and reached for his phone. Unlocking it, he said, “What a whore. Remember before when you saw me on my phone? I got this txt all set and ready to go. Just need to hit send.” I saw the name of the group message on his phone was “Support Group buds” as I read the txt: “Weekend went exactly as planned. This cheating fucker is eager for more POZ loads. Party tonight at 8, bring poppers and lube. No condoms, obv.” “That’s a few guys from my HIV group. They know my whole story, and I told them what I wanted to do, and they offered to join in. All you have to do is hit send, Joey. It’s all up to you…”

My name is Justin. I am 5’10 155 have a six pack and bubble butt and a nice 8” dick, I am straight and have a girlfriend, but I have always been fascinated with giving oral and have watch lots of videos of gay guys giving oral to a straight guy. My girl got me started since she brought a bi film that started two college guy and one chick. I started watching my straight guys getting head from gay guys online and it would make me blow a huge load. One of the scenes was shot in a bathroom though a glory hole. I had never though much when I used a public rest room but after watching the video, I would check out the room and see if they had glory holes in the walls but the bathrooms I visited did not. That was until I cut through the park and checked out that bathroom, Bingo there was a glory hole between the stalls. I got in the stall and sat on the toilet waited and about three minutes later I heard footsteps and then the stall next me the door opened. My heart was racing as I heard the door lock and then the guy sat down and tapped his foot. I did not know what I was supposed to do at this point, so I tapped mine and he moved his foot closer and tapped again and I did the same. Then the guy stood up and slide his big dick through the glory hole, it had to be 9 inches and uncut. I had not come to suck dick, but this big dick was beautiful, so I grabbed it and jacked it a little and watched the foreskin got over his big fat head and the cum starting on his piss slit. The guy gruffly said suck my dick fag. I was no fag, but I followed his instruction and put my mouth on tongue on his beautiful dick and sucked as much as I could but after a few minutes he pulled out and then slipped a brown bottom through and told me to inhale. I uncapped it and took several inhales and then capped it and slide it back trough and his dick slide back through. Now I suddenly was a great or a better cock sucked and took his dick down my throat and gagged on it and sucked and jacked him and after ten minutes he hit the wall and I did not know what that meant but I soon found out it meant he was going to cum and he shot rope after rope in my throat and then slowly pulled out and when his head was almost all the way through he told me to clean up his foreskin and I slide my tongue inside and cleaned his dick head clean of the cum and he pulled out and zipped up and said fag, be here tomorrow at the same time. I sat there wondering how that fucking happened, I had come to get my dick sucked by a fag but here I was impersonating one myself. My dick was still rock hard, and I really needed to get off and I started to jack off and I heard the door to the stall. The same tap of the foot but this time the guy put his fingers to the hole, and I instinctively knew that he wanted me to slip my 8” though the glory hole. I did and he swallowed me and sucked my rock-hard dick and five minutes later I shot my load in his mouth and he swallowed it and sucked my dick trying to get more. I pulled out and zipped up and left without saying a word. It was hot and I knew I wanted to do it again. I had no intention on going back there tomorrow when I headed home to my girl, and I had convinced myself that I would never suck a dude off again but, in my dreams, I was giving two big, dicked guy’s head and I woke up in the morning with dick on my mind. I tried to fight it, but I wound up back at the park ten minutes before the time I was yesterday sitting in the stall waiting for that hot guy to come in. I hard footsteps and then the door latch and the guy pulled down his shorts and dangled his dick at the hole. It was not the same guy and I really wanted him to leave but felt like I had to suck his dick and blow him so the stall would be free for the hot guy. I tapped the hole like the other guy’s dick, and he slide his now hard dick through the hole. It was not huge 7 inches, but fat and I licked and sucked on his dick for five minutes and then the guy shot his load in my mouth, and he quickly pulled out of the hole and pulled up his shorts and left. The door opened and another guy came in. This seemed like my guy, he said fag it looks like you have already swallowed at least one load today. You better suck my dick better then last time you dirty little fag. I cleared my throat and said I will do better, and I am ready. He unzipped and his dick half hard was slipped through the hole, and I began to suck him, and I could tell he liked it, he was moaning. He pulled out just like last time and slipped the poppers through and I hit them and handed them back and he slide his big dick back through and I sucked and licked and made love to his dick until he shot his load in my throat again. He made me clean him again and then he said, good fag. I sent the first guy in here that you sucked and there are two more guys needing head. You will service them and be a good cock sucking fag and be here on Thursday at the same time. Do you understand Fag? I said, yes, I understand. He then zipped up and a 20 second later the door opened and in walked a guy and he unzipped and unbuckled and slide his dick through. The guy had a fat 7 or 7 ½ in dick that he slides through. I sucked his dick and he shot quick. It only took four minutes for him to shoot a huge load on my tongue. The guy had said nothing up to this point, but he pulled his dick out and said swallow my fucking load. I did and he left and 30 seconds later another guy came in and as I peeked through the hole, he was tall and skinny and once he hung his skateboard on the stall wall, I knew he was a young guy. He fished out his big dick and slide it through the hole and the kid had a to have 10” as I sucked him hard it was a hot cut dick average thickness. I sucked him for awhile and then he told me it was his turn. I stood up and stuck my dick through the hole and he just jacked it and then told me to turn around. I was confused and then he said fucking turn around and show me your ass. I pulled out and turned around and showed him my ass and he reached through and said spread your checks and I did, and he spit on his finger and rubbed my hole with his index finger and then pulled me to the hole grabbing my right check. Once there he started licking my ass hole and I could not believe how amazing his tongue felt and then after a few minutes he slide his finger inside me, and bolts of excitement went through my body as he fingered me and then he slides in another. My dick was rock hard and moments later he slides his dick slowly into me as he said don’t fucking move. I knew I should not be letting him do this to me, but I was paralyzed in the pleasure and pain. He fucked me for ten minutes and then I heard hem moan and grunt and knew he was Cumming inside me. He left his dick in me and slowly pulled out and told me to turn around and clean him up. I sucked on his dick and cleaned the cum and ass off his dick and he told me what a good fag I was, and he would breed me soon. What the fuck I though, this should never happen again as I sat waiting for a cock sucker to swallow my load and it was not long before a young dude wondered in, and I was soon shoot my load down his throat. I shook my head as I looked in the mirror and wondered what I had become. I had swallowed three loads, sucked four dick and taken a load in my ass. I am not this guy. I knew I had to days to get right, and I promised myself I would.

I It was just like any other day. Same routine just a different environment. I had gotten a new job up north and it was about to be a month working there. I was new to this area and wasn’t use to all the attention from all the locals. A lot of hot guys and not enough time haha. It was a Friday afternoon. I had just gotten to work. Less busy then normal. Since it was slow I decided to hop on my phone and check the apps. So many hot guys and here I was stuck at work. I thought, maybe I can set something up for later tonight. I was really horny and needed some attention. I came across this profile of this really cute guy. Right as I was checking his profile, I got a message. It was from him. “Hey there. What’s up?” He asked. “Hey. Nothing much. Just here at work.” I replied. I don’t know why I got so nervous all of sudden, he was so hot. Definitely my type. Everything pretty much checked off on my list. “Nice. Any plans after?” He asked. I really didn’t have nothing to do after. Plus, I normally prep before leaving anywhere in case of situations like this. He was so hot. I definitely wouldn’t mind getting plowed by him tonight. ”None yet. But I’m open to some ideas.”I responded. Now I was excited for work to be over. This guy was just so sexy. Good thing I was clean and ready to go. Now just gotta wait for work to be done and the fun can begin. “If you’re up for it, come over after.” He replied. “I’m looking for a hot bottom to have some fun with.” I got turned on at how direct he was with his words. “Yeah. I get off at 7:30pm. I’ll hit you up then. My name is Daniel.” I responded. “I’m Azreal. Can’t wait to meet you.” He responded. Such a sexy name. We exchanged numbers. I continued working since by this time it was getting a little busy. Time will fly by now. The faster work goes by, the faster I can meet up with Azreal. 7:30pm. “Just clocked out.” I texted. “You still wanna meet up?” Awaiting his response, I got nervous. I was really about to hang out with this guy I’ve never met. He was so sexy. “Hey you. Yeah I’m still down. I’ll send you my location.” He responded. He dropped a pin. His address wasn’t far from me. It was actually a five minute walk from work. I’ll be there in no time. “Hey again. I’m right outside.” I texted him. “Cool. I’ll buzz you in. Top floor, first door on the right.” As I made my way up the stairs I got a little tensed. It was just the nerves, but I couldn’t let them get the best of me. Azreal was so hot, and I wanted him deep in me. I knocked on the door. “Hey. Come on in. Make yourself at home.” Azreal said as he was holding the door open. I walked in and took of my shoes. He led me down the hallway towards the living room. It was a little smokey. “Did you just finished smoking?” I asked. I noticed a tray on the table. There was a pipe and a jar on it. Never seen anything like that before. Maybe this is what he was smoking. “Yeah. I can pack the bowl if you want a hit. Can I get you a drink?” He asked. “Yes please. I’ll take a coke if you have any?” He went to the kitchen to grab my drink. I patiently waited for him. I was still amazed by the tray that was on the table. “Here you are.” He handed me a can of coke already open. I didn’t realized how thirsty I was, I drunk it so fast. “Thirsty huh?” He asked. “If you need another just let me know.” He smiled. He had a nice smile. I started to feel a little dizzy. Maybe from drinking the coke so fast. Couldn’t really understand what Azreal was saying to me. I simply nodded my head. Next thing you know I felt some hands on my waist. “You’re so sexy. Thank you for coming over. How are you feeling?” He asked. I felt a little dizzy, almost drunk even. I felt his hands going up my shirt. So warm. “I feel…..I feel hot.” I felt like I was slurring my words. I unbuckled my pants, or did he do that. I don’t know. I opened my eyes and I saw my legs were up. Pants and undies were off. I felt a wet tongue on my hole. It felt so good. I let out a moan. “You like that?” Azreal asked. “I got something else you’re gonna really like.” I felt a finger on my hole. He was trying to push it in. I normally don’t like being fingered. However, I was so hot and bothered, that I really didn’t want to complain. He starting fingering me. In and out the finger went. I let out another moan. “Please fuck me, please.” I said to him. I want him deep in me. My hole was craving his cock. “As you wish.” He said, “But first let me open you up a little bit.” He reached over to the tray and grabbed the jar that was next to the pipe. “What’s…….tha—“ I couldn’t get my sentence out. His finger felt so good in my ass. Another moan escaped my lips. “You’re really tight. This will help relax you.” I felt him pushing whatever he took out the jar into my ass. It burned a little. Then I felt my chest tense up a bit, a cough was coming. “There you go baby. You’ll be ready to take my cock in no time.” He said. “Plus a few others” My body got all hot. His finger still in my ass. Felt like two, three I lost count “Fuck me. Fuck me please sir.” I begged. I just wanted his dick inside me. “You ready for hard cock boy?” He asked, “I’m gonna load you up nice and deep.” I felt him rubbing his cock head on my hole, it felt so good. He popped it in. A moan escaped again. He was so big, I didn’t think I could take it. “Yeah take this dick slut. Your hole is so tight.” He said. At this point he’s balls deep. Whatever he put up my ass was helping. I just wanted cock, his cock. I didn’t even see if he put on a rubber, but I didn’t care. I just want him deep inside of me. My hole was his to do what he pleases with. “Yes sir, fuck me. Fuck this hole. Breed me deep.” I begged. Thrust after thrust, it felt so good. He turned me over and fucked me doggie. His hands at my hips. “You like that boy. Your hole feels so good. I’m getting close.” He said into my ear. My ass was his, all his. I could feel his balls hitting mine. With one final thrust, “Take my load boy!” He pushed balls deep. I cold feel his load being deposited up my ass. Pulse after pulse. I felt it throb at least a good 5-6 times. “I hope you like that load boy. This ass is mine now.” He said to me. I was waiting for him to pull out, “You’re not done here boy.” He grabbed my hands and cuffed them. “This as belongs to me.” He slapped my ass. I was still face down, ass up at this point since he cuffed my hands. “I hope you’re ready for another round, this time with me and some of my friends boy.” He said as he was opening the jar again. My hole was loose and gaping, he shoved another of what he used earlier. Again I felt my chest rise, I coughed. “More! I want more sir. Please, more cock…” To be continued.

Spent 10 hours or so with a hung guy from BBRT on his sailboat berthed in a local marina getting ‘relaxed’, stretched and fucked - amazing what you can fit in a tight space! 😜💦 Best night for a long time!

It’s the satisfaction of knowing you’re being used for another man’s pleasure. I like to do a tease thing where I ask my tops to save their loads to get hot and bothered. Then when we meet I give them head and edge them until they ask to fuck me. Then it’s on them when they want to unload and then do it over and over again. You tell me when I can cum once you’re finished with me 😈 there’s nothing hotter than the reward of cum. Especially when they’re passed your second sphincter 🤤🤤

I’m still hoping Liam can come over to our side… The only problem with this adventure is that it leaves me aching for more…

If you say it and you don't hold them to it, what is the point, and why are you complaining? If someone did something to me, sexually, that I'd made clear was off the table, my response would be to reach around, grab his nuts, and squeeze like I was trying to make a glass of OJ. "I said STOP!" is pretty clear, and anyone who keeps going after that needs a sharp, painful reminder to pay better attention. If you're not prepared to stop the sex to ensure it's done within the limits you've set, then you haven't really set any limits. You've made suggestions.

My first sexual encounter and my first bareback experience was in 1982. The plague years as I call it. Have always had bareback sex. It just took me 30+ years to end up Poz. Not exactly sure what your looking for here but that’s my story

Part 10 - The Frozen Exterior The royal car arrived at the front of the palace and Alex thanked the royal family for their hospitality and in return he received an open invitation to the palace whenever he wanted. The Duchess had come over specially to see Alex off, she had found him a breath of fresh air and even though he was on their level their conversation had flowed effortlessly and full of humour. Liam had the door open and bowed his head as Alex climbed in the back seat then closed the door. He walked around to the other side of the limousine and climbed in the back next to Alex who glanced at him taking his seat and surprised he was sitting in the back with him. "Do we have everything we need for the trip?" Alex asked him. "Yes your highness" Liam replied getting his phone out and texting his parents. "Wonderful things mobile phones your highness" Liam remarked glancing at the prince. Alex sat silently looking out of the window "Have you got both your phones?" Liam asked. "No I..." Alex stopped and looked at him "How did you know?" he asked. Liam carried on texting "Don't underestimate me your highness" he simply replied. Alex bit his lower lip and turned to the window "Is Artem looking after it?" Liam now asked. "Yes" Alex replied pausing for a moment, "Suppose you are going to tell on me now". "Depends how well you behave on this trip" Liam replied smiling and still texting. Alex sat in silence for the rest of the twenty minute trip to the airport and was thankful when the royal car they were travelling in pulled up outside the Barajas VIP building. Attendants swiftly attended the car and opened both passenger doors, Liam was greeted and Alex climbed out with the attendant bowing his head 'Your royal highness welcome' he said guiding Alex in to the building. Liam retained protocol and walked behind the prince and it was evident that Alex was ignoring him whilst they had their passports checked and went through security screening before entering the lounge. Liam stood watching over him whilst they waited in the privacy of the lounge waiting to be taken to the aircraft by the airlines ground staff who appeared sooner than they expected 'Your highness they are ready for you to board' he said politely guiding Alex to the waiting car airside. Again Liam sat in the back with Alex as the car snaked around the buildings and under the airbridges until it arrived at the aircraft. The chief purser was standing at the stop of the stairs outside of the airbridge and curtsied 'Your royal highness Prince Alexander welcome on board, please allow me to take you to your seat' she said leading the way. The doors to the aircraft were closed behind them as they walked through first class to the front row and the two centre suite pods. The divider was already down and Alex reached over to raise the partition but Liam stopped him and smirked shaking his head. "You really know how to irritate me" Alex said sitting back in his seat. Liam leaned forward "I need to keep an eye on you your highness" he reminded him. Alex scoffed "Yeah like I am going to disappear on a plane" he remarked. "I wouldn't put it past you to try" Liam replied settling in to his seat. Alex settled back and accepted a glass of champagne "Go easy your highness" Liam said. Out of spite Alex downed it and hiccupped several time "You never learn" Liam remarked. "You disapprove of everything I do so what" Alex replied, "Anyway I am only the spare". Liam sat forward glaring at him "Don't you ever let me hear you say that again!" he said angrily. Alex was taken back and tried to shrink in his seat, he never expected his protection officer to react so dramatically at those words and he felt shame at putting himself down in that way to someone he didn't really know well. Liam sat back in his seat a little disturbed at what he heard. Alex put the tail camera on his screen and clamped the headphones on listening to music and watching the plane moving away from the gate towards the runway. Not long after they were airborne the purser came round to Liam's seat asking if he wanted to dine, he spoke quietly to the purser who nodded and went off. A few minutes later she returned serving them drinks, Alex settled down watching a movie in the hope he could ignore Liam when the chief purser appeared and started to lay his table for dinner. He looked a little perplexed when they set up two place settings and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. Alex was about to tell her this was a mistake when Liam appeared and shuffled in to his suite and sat on the ottoman seat opposite him and making himself comfortable, all the while his gaze was fixed on Alex like he was goading him to respond. Alex could play this game as well and he stared back at his protection officer keeping a dead pan expression on his face. "I decided we would have dinner together your highness" Liam said smiling and relaxing now. Alex didn't blink whilst staring at him "So you just invited yourself?" he asked. "Yes" Liam remarked smirking at him, "And I can keep an eye on you your highness". Alex looked at him "Royal protocol dictates you may only dine when invited to" he said smugly. Liam stared back at him "As your highness sees fit to remind me of protocol I will leave". He moved to stand "No. You may dine with me" Alex said relenting on the intrusion. In truth Alex was glad of the company "Fine" Liam said gesturing he was annoyed. "Might as well eat a plate of your disapproval" Alex said tongue in cheek. Liam sat there his mouth twitching as he tried not to smile "Get over it" he replied. "Caviar?" Alex questioned watching the chief purser placing it down. Liam smiled "Only chance I get for a bit of luxury your highness" he said maintaining protocol. Alex watched the chief purser pour the champagne "Bon appetite your highness, sir" she said. Alex made a grab for a bellini when Liam tapped his hand "Wait your turn" he said. "Hell you are bossy tonight who put you in charge?" Alex asked watching and amused by his antics. Liam looked at the prince and smiled "I am in charge" he said sipping his champagne. "Is that so!" Alex quickly replied smirking at him, "Protocol" he reminded Liam. Liam looked at the prince and smirked back at him ignoring his remark. Alex couldn't fathom the Liam out sitting opposite him, in fact Liam confused him at best of times and this was no different. Alex took a sip of champagne and watched how Liam prepared the caviar bellini, then the weirdest thing of all happened, he held the bellini up and Alex went to take it put he pulled it back shaking his head 'Open' he said then gently he fed it to Alex and smiled then prepared one for himself. Every small movement that his protection officer made stretched the cotton fabric of his white shirt tight over those muscular arms. Alex sat there quietly admiring how strong and handsome Liam looked in the subtle lighting of the cabin and allowing him to feed him several more caviar bellinis. "Not sure I like that" Alex said screwing his face up. Liam glanced up at him "Why do you keep eating it then?" he asked. Alex shrugged "No idea, thought it might improve things between us" he said barely audible. "Stop mumbling your highness" Liam remarked picking up the champagne bottle. Alex watched him top up both glasses "I can not work you out sometimes" he said. "I don't know what you mean" Liam replied putting the bottle back in the ice bucket. Liam smiled "I do not hate or disapprove of you your highness" he said openly. "Really?" Alex questioned back, "You could have fooled me, hell knows what you really think of me". Liam shook his head "Your highness you make my job hard looking after you" he said. "Good" Alex replied grinning, "You are a bit of knob head at times you know" he said. "So Artem has told me" Liam replied staring at Alex who looked a little embarrassed. Alex sipped his champagne eyes fixed on Liam "Probably hate me even more now" he said softly. Liam chuckled "I don't care, I love my job and you are my job Alex" he replied. Alex looked at him "You just called me Alex!" he remarked wondering if a thaw was happening. Liam sipped his champagne studying the prince "I can return to protocol if you like?" he asked. "No!" Alex quickly replied, "Cut me a little slack Liam" he asked wondering if it was too much. "Absolutely not Alex" Liam replied immediately, "Only when you trust me" he said. Alex looked at the bubbles in his glass rising to the top "That works both ways" he replied. Liam raised his glass to Alex "Trusting each other, no lies, no deceits" he said waiting. Alex stared him in the eye moving his glass closer "Trusting each other" he said. They tapped glasses in a gentle manner and both took a sip, it crossed Alex's mind questioning if this was a trick to lull him in to letting his guard down. He was prepared to since he wanted Liam on his side at least. For the moment though he was still going to keep him at arms length and as long as his protection officer stopped being so uptight he would gradually let him in. "No disappearing. Trust me to look after you your highness" Liam said interrupting his thoughts. "Dam you are serious about your job" Alex replied still trying to assess the frozen exterior. Liam simply stared until Alex caved "Okay" he said thinking that was it. "Alright I promise not to" Alex now said finding Liam's staring embarrassing, "Stop doing that". Liam smirked and took a gulp of champagne "No flirting with me either" he said filling his glass. "Yeah right, like I find you sexy" Alex replied unable to contain the grin on his face. Straight away Liam smiled and their conversation went to a more light and informal manner discussing about their trip to Mauritius and his general wellbeing, dinner lasted a good few hours since they were in no rush. His conversation with Alex had revealed some hidden depths to Alex, things that Liam had been warned about by the king, to hear them coming from the prince himself he now understood why the king was concerned. Liam had been tasked not only to be his protection officer but also become someone the prince could lean on and confide in. Liam had taken an honour code to protect his charge, what Alex didn't know was how much Liam loved this job and just how dedicated he was having reached the position as a personal crown protection officer. Palace life was his life as was Prince Alexander his sole responsibility and that was all he really cared about. He would do everything possible to ensure the prince was never lonely or talked about leaving his position behind to find a normal life. Liam settled down to watch a movie but kept leaning forward checking on his sleeping prince. He was starting to realise that the prince was clearly fighting his own demons and the oppressive feelings he had being part of the royal life that surrounded him 24/7. Sleeping there was a very vulnerable person who was complex in his emotions with no outlet to express them without judgement or comment, Liam wasn't sure if he felt pity or sadness for the prince. It had basically come down to Liam to help steer and keep the prince focused and interested. Alex slept the last couple of hours before arriving in Dubai where they were taken to the airlines extremely plush private Lounge to wait for the connecting flight down to Mauritius. Both of them slept most of the last leg of the flight and woke to have breakfast before arriving. They waited until first and business class passengers had disembarked before disembarking themselves down the stairs and into the private arrival lounge of the Le Touessrok hotel, their immigration and customs checks were done quickly and whisked off by the hotels limousine to the hotel. On arrival at the hotel the manager was there to greet them. "Your royal highness welcome to Le Touessrok" he said warmly bowing his head. Alex smiled and held out his hand "Please I am here as a guest not royalty" he said. "Of course sir, only the heads of department and your butler know" the manager replied assuring him. Alex shook his head "This was suppose to be a low key trip" he said to Liam. "It is a low as you can get your highness" Liam replied smirking with emphasis on low. The irony noticed by Alex "Wow! not even in the hotel before you take a swipe at me" he said. They followed the manager across a decking footpath over the tropical pond than meandered towards the reception then out past the family pool terrace, crossing a little bridge over the water inlet on to Frangipani island. The manager assuring Alex that this area was for adults only and consisted of their Royal Suite and the most secluded part of the resort. He apologised for not being able to give them one of the exclusive villas as they were all occupied, Alex reassured the manager that it was not necessary reminding him he was here as just another guest and expected to be treated as such. Alex walked in to the brightly decorated modern plush two bedroom suite on the first floor overlooking the beach. Liam walked around the suite and nodded to the manager that it was acceptable and private enough. Liam occupied one of the two junior suites on the ground floor underneath Alex's suite. Their luggage was already unpacked and neatly hung in the wardrobes. Alex crashed out on the bed tired from the 12 hour flight and time difference. He woke after a couple of hours still fully dressed and walked out on the balcony looking out at the beach. It certainly wasn't packed and he noticed a group a three lads sitting at the waters edge loudly talking, further on a few other couples were sunbathing on what looked like a romantic break. His eyes moved back to the three men and from his distance he guessed they were around slightly older, one of them did catch his eye when he laid back on the sand stretching out. He had light brown fashionably cut hair, short on the sides and slightly longer on top, a few tattoos down his left arm and across his shoulder. Certainly not gym fit with a six pack but he was nevertheless quite muscular and certainly pleasing to view from this distance, the two men he was with were both very buff and well spoken from what he could hear. Alex day dreamed looking out at the view and imagining he had landed in a paradise full of hot men all vying to be with him until he was interrupted from below and soft voice of Liam. "You going to stay up there all day?" he called out from below. Alex looked down "Yes! Well I might do" he replied taking his shirt off. "Make sure you tell me if you are leaving the suite your highness" Liam called out loudly. Alex stuck his head over balcony "Stop with the highness crap now!" he shouted back at Liam. "Seriously that again?" Liam called up, "Get your royal arse down here now" he demanded. "Only if you stop disapproving and hating me" Alex said hitting a nerve with Liam. Liam's expressions changed "Baby steps first, anyway I have never said I hated you" he replied. Alex contemplated him for a moment "Five minutes" he said. Liam shook his head "You are worse than a woman" he said grinning at him. "That remark is going to cost you!" Alex replied smiling then disappearing inside. Max watched from the water at the attractive muscular guy standing on the beach looking up at the young man on the first floor balcony. Catching only a brief glimpse of the balcony guy it was enough to make out he was attractive and young but other than that he couldn't really tell, then he smiled watching him strip his shirt off, fixated unable to take his eyes off him. He watched as he leaned over having what looked like an animated discussion with the muscle man below, to Max it bordered on flirting, again it was difficult to make it out properly. He suspected they were a couple or friends the way they interacted with each other. At 22 Max Westwood-Lymm was in his own right a handsome English lad from a very affluent family that lived just off Sloane Square in London. He stood five feet eleven inches, light brown hair and blue eyes, his medium build combined perfectly with his muscular physique gained from playing rugby and wrestling growing up. A typical public school boy he was educated at Eaton and was working as a curator of contemporary and modern art for the Whiteguards gallery in Chelsea. His mother disapproved of him getting tattoos but even she came around seeing how good they looked on his body. His best friends Louis one year older and Gareth two years older all lived in the same road and kept a very close and closed friendship, each came from wealthy families without social status or titles. In fact they lived down a normal road that just happened to be full of multi-million pound Georgian houses, they often went on holidays together almost every time ending up here at their favourite hotel in the world. Max and Gareth were gay, in fact Gareth was every inch a stunner with his blond hair and heavy muscular ripped body, he knew he was a sex god that men wanted and he played on it to get guys, being only 24 he had no problem getting younger guys. It was often referred to the G effect that if Gareth made a pass at a guy they would without doubt end up in bed subjected to Gareth's crazy sex drive and he could go for hours without needing a break if the right twink was under him. In fact no guy had ever turned Gareth down when he made his move smothering the target, as he called it, with affection and compliments to the point they would sit and beg for him. Max was quite the opposite and been burnt three times in the past 2 years by guys who only saw him as a bank, his generous nature and kind heart were abused by his current boyfriend until Gareth stepped in kicking them down the street, quite literally once. The result was now a very acutely cautious Max towards any guy who showed interest in him. It was eight months since he had seen a guy on any kind of serious basis, he had become insanely awkward with no real confidence when it came to reading guys. He was such a bad judge of character that Gareth had taken it on himself to check guys out whenever Max needed advice. He was constantly reminded by Gareth and Louis that he was only 22 and not to be too focused on finding the man of his dreams. Louis was the token straight in the group and had several Chelsea socialites biding for his affections and a serial dater with three girls on the go, despite him being a little geeky his articulation was so immaculate when in conversation that girls just adored him. Alex walked down the steps dressed in his swimming shorts, t-shirt, baseball cap and sunglasses. Liam dressed much the same without a t-shirt stood waiting for him. Almost missing a step when he saw Liam's body for the first time his bottom jaw almost hit the bottom step, despite muscles not being a big turn on for Alex he couldn't deny that there stood one fine specimen, so sexually alluring, his body was so incredible to look at and it was having the desired effect in his head and swimming shorts. "You approve then by the look on your face" Liam commented to Alex grinning at him. "So full of yourself" Alex replied pushing past Liam and almost breaking in to a sweat. Alex stopped and turned to face him "You will do" he said grinning and making Liam laugh. "Where is it hidden then?" Alex asked accidentally looking down at Liam's package. "Not down there prince" Liam said laughing, "I don't need it, I can break a guy with my hands". Alex nodded "Really?" he said unimpressed then Liam purposefully flexed the muscles in his arm. Alex turned away "You can stop doing that, it does nothing for me" he said secretly amused. "You are a bad liar" Liam remarked walking besides Alex. Walking across the bridge then along the beach Liam looked at him "You okay?". Alex nodded looking out across the ocean, "Alex I don't hate you" Liam said. Alex spoke quietly "I just get the impression I do nothing right in your eyes" he replied. Liam tutted "Why do you think you have to impress me Alex?" he asked stopping. Alex shrugged coming to a stop "I really have no idea, guess I want you to like me". Liam smiled "I hardly know you Alex" he replied, "You have to trust me though, no secrets". "I know, I did promise you last night on the flight" Alex reminded him. "Yeah, just making sure it wasn't champagne talk" Liam replied glancing at him. Alex turned to him "Are you ashamed of me?" he asked frightened by any response. "No Alex" Liam replied genuinely, "You did put me in an awkward situation the first night". Alex lowered his eyes "I am sorry Liam, I need more experience at being gay" he replied. Liam laughed "Hmm, I think you got that in Madrid". "Very funny" Alex said, "You have no idea how hard it is being me" he said, words etched in sadness. Liam saw his look suddenly change "Do you really feel that lonely?" he asked. Alex turned away nodding and started walking "Except when I have Jackson and Artem around". "Be honest" Liam said stopping again, "You and Jackson what is going on there?" he asked. Alex shrugged "Nothing really, he and I meet up every now and then, keeps me sane" he replied. He noticed the strange look from Liam "I get it my privileged life you think I am spoilt". "Alex that is far from how I see you" Liam replied looking a little shocked from his remark. "No Alex" Liam continued, "There is nothing spoilt or privileged about you". Liam smiled at him "I would say the way you were brought up shows how normal you are". Liam put his arm around Alex shoulder startling him "What are you doing?" Alex asked. "Shut up and enjoy it" Liam said sounding smug, "People will be so envious of you". Alex threw his head back laughing "My god you do like to big yourself up" he said looking at Liam. "We are a team Alex" Liam replied, "The next two weeks you and I get to know each other". Alex smiled even though his body tingled through every nerve "My life in your hands". Liam pulled Alex in a little closer as they walked "I have to trust you" Alex now said. "That's all I need from you Alex" Liam said nodding in approval. Alex looked at him smirking "Talk about overstepping boundaries" he remarked. Liam laughed "Come on, I look dam sexy with you and you know it!" he said casually. Alex chuckled "Can we have dinner together tonight?" he asked glancing at Liam. "I think I am free" Liam replied getting a play punch from Alex. Liam held Alex firmer "I really enjoyed having dinner on the flight with you". "Same here" Alex said smiling, "But feeding me, that was weird". Liam looked at him "That was me expressing loyalty and devotion to you" he said in a serious tone. Alex sighed "You are weird I can not work you out at all" he said softly. "You are not suppose to" Liam replied pulling him closer, "I am an enigma". Alex laughed slowly putting his arm around Liam's waist "Baby steps Liam" he said. "Don't use my words against me!" Liam remarked smiling and glancing at Alex. "Oh and no bringing men back to your suite either" Liam said. "Don't worry I fear my life is going to be empty on that score" Alex said with a ting of sadness. Liam laughed "I think not, you are only 20 Alex plenty of time" he replied. Alex stopped and took his baseball cap off, "Swim?" he suggested. Liam let go of Alex and rushed down to the water "Come on then" he teased. Spending nearly an hour swimming and laughing Alex saw a much more relaxed Liam knowing they were out of harms way for the those few hours, hidden away on a white sandy beach and azure warm waters of the Indian Ocean. Alex spent a long time marvelling at Liam's body cutting through the water, even his legs were sexy in their own right. He was beginning to accept that Liam was going to be part of his life, right now he didn't care what Liam thought of him. All Alex saw was a very sexy man who had put his arm around his shoulder as they walked, outwardly he was all man and he loved women, he also caught him giving the Duchess a few glances back in Spain. Alex was a good swimmer but he was failing miserably at keeping up with Liam so he swam to the shore and put his baseball cap on then sat at the waters edge happily watching Liam. He was finding it amusing that every few minutes Liam would clearly look to see where Alex was, evident that his protection officer was no joke and was set out to keep him safe. Liam swam back to where Alex was sitting "You had enough?" he asked. Alex adjusted his baseball cap "No, carry on swimming I like watching you" he replied. Liam floated off on his back "Don't get any ideas about me!" he said splashing water at Alex. "Do you think you are that good then?" Alex asked playfully splashing Liam back. Liam raised his head and looked seriously at Alex "No" he said sounding completely honest. "Swim" Alex said resting his hand on his knees happily watching Liam. Liam swam back towards Alex "Enough" he said, "You are getting way to much pleasure out of me". Alex laughed loudly and fell on to his back "Second time I have made you laugh" Liam said. He sat beside Alex where they both remained silent watching the small waves breaking around their feet. Liam hinted for them to walk back and they both stood together and slowly walked back along the beach inconspicuous from anyone else, Alex loved the way Liam casually had his arm around his shoulder as they talked and walked the length of the beach back to their suites. It was hard to think who had the frozen exterior, it had melted in the space of several hours. Back in his suite Alex felt so happy and he rushed around getting showered and dressed ready for the evening. Liam knocked on the door at 8pm and Alex opened it dressed ready for dinner, they headed across to the hotels main restaurant where it was all buffet and show cooking. The hotel manager was doing his rounds when he spotted the prince and walked over and took them to a table that gave them some privacy. Liam asked the manager to put a bottle of champagne on ice in the prince's suite with two glasses whilst Alex slowly wondered around taking his time deciding what to eat. This was a new experience for him having to decide what to eat and the serving it himself, he stopped at the four different show cooking stations before deciding to try the Asian noodles, he was about to ask the chef when he noticed the guy he had been looking at on the beach. Max looked up from the buffet and his eyes hit directly on the balcony guy who was looking at him, Max fumbled with the tongs on the buffet pretending he hadn't noticed dropping them on the floor. "Stop trying to pick guys up" Liam said standing behind Alex. Alex looked over his shoulder "I am not, anyway he was looking at me" he remarked. Liam chuckled "You looked at him as well. Is your gay radar going off?" he asked Alex. "You are stupid" Alex replied then looked Liam up and down, "Well maybe!" he said. Liam leaned close to Alex "Fuck off!" he said softly, "You wish!". Alex grinned "Aha no denial then?" he asked. "You know I am not gay princess" Liam said mocking Alex. Alex ordered his noodles "You will pay for that remark as well!" he exclaimed giggling. Alex and Liam talked and laughed all the way through dinner then walked back over to Frangipani island in the warm humid evening air. Max watched them all during dinner trying to work out what the relationship was between the two guys sat almost hidden away in the restaurant. His eyes glued to the balcony guy walked out and disappearing from his view. Alex and Liam went back to Alex's suite and sat on the large balcony drinking a few glasses from the bottle of chilled champagne. The humidity, jetlag and alcohol getting to both of them who were taking it in turns yawning then laughing at each other until Alex fell asleep in the chair.

A while back, like prolly 6 years or so ago and before i started partying myself 4 yrs ago. I went to my neighbors apt just a few streets north of me to have a group fuck . ( again this wAs all before i started partying and they were ) a while afer i had been there a few new ppl showed up and one was going to be the btm of the group. It was dawson. And as btm vers at the time i was more than willing just to fool around naked with the guys . as the group gets going, sucking , fucking , kissing.etc. I get a tap on my shoulder and Dawson ( mid fuck of course) tells me in my ear, “hey sorry to interrupt the fuck briefly but can i tell you , you have a fantastic ass! I know this is a weird question but could i fuck it sometime? “ yes, i was stunned and stammering and was like yeah sure, id love to have that . We traded numbers and i had to get going . a week or two later after chattinf back and forth briefly in mssgs we set up a time after i got home from work during the week . He came over offered some T which i didnt do at the time (but fuck how i wish i was) we ended up but raw flip fucking and breeding each other .

This isn't all that recent, but might be the first Af/Am Cock I took, but definitely not the first Af/Am Hole I loaded. So years ago I met a guy while out walking the dogs. He had a dog too, and lived about a block away - and on my way to the dog park. Good looking, a little taller than me, putting him around 6'1, maybe 150 lbs. Buzz cut. Loose-fitting clothes. Probably mid-20's. Not particularly talkative, but he did ask me if he could tag along to the dog park. Of course, I handed him a smile and said sure. While walking the dogs in the park, some blah blah blah, but he started talking about how he and is wife had just moved in to the 'hood, how he had met some nice guys, etc etc. All I really did was encourage him - already half-hard during all of this, but I'm not good with the "gaydar" thing. So he asked where I lived, who I lived with, not very artfully fishing for information. I told him exactly what he wanted to know. After a while, I caught him cruising my Cock, which was all my breeder needed to be ready. But, I had the dogs, so I told him I was working on a car in my garage (true), and he could come over via the alley. Maybe an hour later I put on a pair of my favorite and experienced Levi's and went out to the garage and opened the garage door. Then, got on the creeper and slid under the car just far enough to get to the cable I had to replace, legs, a bit of stomach visible. After a little while I heard someone step into the garage, and by then the cockdrool had soaked through the jeans showing a substantial wet-spot. He said not one word. After a couple of minutes I said "are you going to close the garage door or not ..." At this point, all I could see were his shoes and ankles. Garage door gets closed. He steps back to where he was, adjacent to me still lying on the creeper, and then the shorts hit his shoes. The thrill of breedlust had almost made me unload anyway, but seeing his shorts fall was definitely the "Invitation DIRECT. Before I got out from under the car, I asked him to hand me a wrench - and the hotassed kid said "I came for THIS wrench", and groped my Cock in my jeans, rubbing on the wet-spot. This had gone on long enough, so when I slid the creeper out from under the car, I saw one magnificent, beautiful, rockhard Cock on this kid. His balls were already tight - It crossed my mind that this kid hadn't had much experience in sucking Cock, taking Cock up his gut, getting his sucked, fucking Hole ... it was so very enticing. So I sucked his Cock, stood up, he sucked mine - almost like making love to it. When I touched his bare ass ever so gently, he gasped a bit, but spread his legs a bit too. What more invitation would anyone need? Bent him over the hood of that old Chrysler and started feasting on that beautiful breedhole. It was better than I thought it would be, and then I found out he liked to kiss. I don't mind kissing men, but I'd rather it was after sucking off some other Cocks, but I did it, played with his nipples, kissed his neck, etc. I remember very clearly how his Cock pointed in a curved fashion - as though it were pointing to his belly button - not too thick, but thick enough. It was really a beautiful one, and his ass was equally hot. He didn't say much, but almost seemed in a daze. After he made mouth-love to my Cock, he turned me around and started to stick that tongue up my Hole ... it was great, and the soft noises he made were like music. I didn't want to just shoot against the garage wall - so I turned around, stood him up and turned him around again and over the hood. Ate him a little more, then eased in. I know mine wasn't the very first Cock he'd taken, but I'm sure there weren't all that many before me. Didn't take long before I had to bend over his back and whisper in his ear that I was going to seed his ass ... and he seemed not to even hear. So, I pumped one fuckuva load up there, and - as always - got on my knees to eat the wet Hole. The kid went nuts ... so I turned him around and sucked his seed out of that beautiful arched Cock and he bred my throat almost instantly. I know a lot of guys think it's disgusting to suck sperm out of a well-bred Hole, but I don't give a rats ass. I absolutely love it. I seldom like sex with beginners, but this kid was special. It was a couple of weeks later that I fucked him on the street, but I think that part of the story belongs in a different section of BZ ... still getting used to navigating this site.

I woke up to the feeling of Anthony cumming inside me. When he felt me stirring, he squeezed out a couple more ropes, and wrapped his arms around me tightly, saying “Sorry about that...I was having a very vivid dream about fucking you, and when I woke up I was hard and inside you. I couldn’t even try to hold back. I hope that was OK.” “Well, I could hardly complain after begging for your load last night, could I?” Kissing the back of my neck, he said “Good. I can’t tell you how happy I was when you gave in last night and let me in you bare. Something about knowing my seed is inside you, that you’re carrying a part of me with you, turns me on so much. And I think you like it too. Am I wrong?” “No. You’re not wrong. I feel so connected to you right now, like we shared something so special and perfect. Having a barrier between us just feels so wrong, you know?” “I know exactly what you mean. I want every part of me to be inside you, to inhabit you. But I also want to cook you a proper breakfast. Do you think maybe we could try something?” “Sure, what?” Reaching across me into his drawer, he pulled out a butt plug. “I was thinking if we put this in your hole, you could keep as much of me inside you as possible while we go about our day. I hope you’re able to spend the day with me, Joey. I don’t have any grand designs on you leaving your husband or anything - I know you’ll go home to him energized and electrified from our encounter, and I’ll go back to my search for a new man. But I would love to spend more time with you, in and out of bed, if you’re interested.” “I am yours for the next two days. I’ll tell my conference colleagues that I got a touch of the flu, because I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else right now than right here with you.” I took the plug from his hand and gently pulled away from him, feeling his softening cock slide out of me. I moved the plug to my hole and felt his hand on mine as we both pressed it into me - the slight stretch as it was almost all the way in felt so nice, and then my hole closed around it, just the base remaining between my cheeks. He gave it a gentle tap before rolling me onto my back for a deep, lingering kiss. Anthony cooked me a delicious, hearty breakfast. Then he fucked me in the kitchen. We took a long hot bath together, opening up about our past relationships. Then he fucked me in the bathroom. He showed me his collection of vintage board and video games. Then he fucked me in the media room. Each time, the plug was removed and replaced by Anthony’s enormous cock. And after he filled me with his seed, the plug went back in. With each session, we became closer, more connected, more intimate. And at the same time, I felt him exerting a certain power over me. Like he could sense my submissive side, a part of my fantasy life I don’t even share with my husband. Something about our connection made him able to see past my facade, and past the walls I put up. He just knew what I wanted, maybe even more than I myself knew. Maybe it was the introduction of poppers - whenever he held the bottle for me, I found myself eagerly inhaling and felt my inhibitions melting away. He became more aggressive, more demanding, and yet all within the context of our unspeakable chemistry - it was easily the most intense, enjoyable day of sex I’d ever had. After a long nap and some Chinese takeout for dinner, Anthony was finishing up a txt message as I joined him on the couch. “Got a hot date?” I asked. He finished typing and grinned, “We’ll see, maybe even for both of us if things work out. But tonight is all about the two of us.” Stripping my tshirt off, he said, “Let’s cheat on your husband a little more, shall we?” I felt myself blush, but couldn’t help but feel my cock twitch at the same time. Kissing down my body, Anthony’s tongue found all my erogenous buttons - tickling my pits, nibbling my nipples, probing my navel - somehow he’d learned all the ways to drive me crazy in just one crazy day. Taking my hard cock in his mouth, he grabbed the base of the plug and started pressing it deeper, and twisting it as he bobbed up and down on my rod. He could tell from my moans he was having the desired effect. “You ready for another load up in that sweet pussy, baby?” “Fuck yes! I need it. I need to feel you back inside me. Filling me with your seed.” “That’s what I like to hear. Let’s go to the bedroom.” Shucking our clothes along the way, I jumped onto the bed on my back, spread my legs, and invited Anthony to join me. His hand immediately went to the plug, gently pulling it from my hole. He brought it to my mouth, saying “Clean my cum off, Joey. Savor the flavor of my semen while I get you ready for more.” He fingered my hole for a couple minutes before lining up his raw cock once again. “Tell me what you want.” “Please, Anthony. Fuck my hole!” “Should I put on a condom?” “NO! Never again. I need to feel your skin on my skin. No barriers between us.” “Good boy, Joey,” he said, sliding every inch of his huge erection into my body. I still wasn’t used to the way he was treating me yet, but all I knew was my dick jumped every time he asserted himself, and his cock felt incredible in my hole. I felt so deeply connected to him. “Something in me is changing,” I said as he started to move inside me. “How do you mean?” “It’s just, I’m feeling things I haven’t felt for so long. I don’t know how to describe it.” He replied, “You’re allowing yourself to become what you really are. You’re a cheater now - you’ve wanted to do it for long time, right? And now that you’ve crossed that line, there’s no going back. This weekend with me is changing your life, Joey. Things aren’t ever going to be the same for you and your husband.” Fuck. I knew he was right, but it hadn’t really hit me yet. It wasn’t just that I’d broken my vows and fucked (repeatedly) with another man. I could feel a shift from deep inside, Anthony was allowing something that was lurking in there to finally come out. A yearning to let myself go, to give up control, to submit. I wanted to allow this man to do with me whatever he pleased. “Joey, think of it this way. Your life has been stagnant for a long time. You haven’t been content. Maybe letting yourself have this exploration will allow you to go back to your husband changed in a good way. Like, the battery of your married life was depleted, and giving in to your urges, letting me fuck you for a weekend - maybe it will charge you up, energize you to go back to your normal life with a more positive attitude.” I felt his cock flex inside me as he whispered those words to me, leaking more of his fluids into my rectum. Maybe he’s right - I’d dreamt of cheating on my husband for years. Maybe I could get that desire out of my system by letting my guard down and giving in, allowing myself to go where my urges wanted. And then I could return a changed man. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess you have a point.” I grabbed his ass and pulled him all the way inside me, while he leaned in for a deep tongue kiss. “Now fuck me properly. Don’t hold back. I need more of your seed inside me.” He pulled all the way out until just his head was in me, then rammed the length of his cock all the way back in. Deep dicking me, grabbing my hips, pounding my pussy - I’d never been fucked with such passion and such abandon. Sweat glistened on his beautiful body and the room smelled of pure masculinity. He grabbed the poppers and fed me a few huffs. The rush only made me need him more desperately. “That’s it, dirty boy. Are you a dirty boy, Joey?” “Yes, sir! I’m a dirty, dirty boy!” I said, getting into the role play. “And what do dirty boys need? What do they deserve, Joey?” “Umm...they need to be fucked?” “Well, yes that. But dirty boys need something in their dirty holes.” “Yes, they need loads in their holes!” “That’s right, Joey. And what kind of loads do dirty boys want in their holes?” “Umm...big loads of thick cum!” “Well, yes. But dirty boys want dirty loads in their dirty holes, Joey. Isn’t that right?” “Unngh...fuck. Fuck! Yes, that’s right sir. Dirty boys need dirty loads.” “Say it, Joey. Tell me you want a dirty load in your dirty hole!” “Oh FUCK, sir. I fucking want a dirty load in my hole, sir! I’m a dirty boy!” A big smile came across his face and he got even more aggressive with me. “Fuck yes, boy! I’m gonna give you a big dirty load! Gonna flood your guts with my fucking dirty seed!” The pounding he was giving me was unlike any way I’d ever been treated, and I fucking loved it. My hole was loose from the poppers and sloppy from the multiple loads shot into me in the past 24 hours. “Tell me how my cock feels. Is it bigger than your husband’s?” “Yes! Your cock is so much bigger than his! And you are fucking me so much better than he ever has! Please don’t stop!” “Oh, I’m not gonna stop until I dump inside you again, boy. But now I want you to do something for me. Give me your ring, boy.” “Unngh...uh, what?” “I said, give me your wedding ring. Your husband isn’t here right now. I want to wear it while I fuck you.” I hesitated slightly, then remembered how deeply I wanted to give myself over to this man. I pulled the ring off my finger and presented it to him. As he brought his left hand closer, he said, “With this ring, I thee wed. Say it.” I slid the wedding ring I’d worn so proudly for the last year since my husband and I finally got married onto his finger, repeating, “With this ring, I thee wed.” “That’s better. You’re mine now, and I’m going to make you even more mine.” He fed me another deep hit of poppers and leaned in real close, slowly thrusting as he was buried balls deep. “I’m getting close, Joey. And I feel really close to you right now. I want to give you everything you deserve. Tell me what you want.” “This dirty boy wants your dirty load, sir.” “What else?” “I feel like a different man in the last day with you. The way you’ve fucked me has truly changed my life!” “What else?” “I am going to return to my normal life more energized, recharged.” “That’s it. I’m charging up your battery, aren’t I? Say it.” “Yes, sir. The way you’re fucking me is charging me up. Don’t stop!” “It really is like I’m giving you something special for you to take home. A gift, if you will. The way our tryst has opened you up. Right?” “Exactly, sir! Fuck! Please never stop! Give me the gift! Blast it directly into my soul!” “Fuck yes, boy. That’s right. Your cheating ass is gonna be filled with yet another dirty load from me! My DNA is going to coat the walls of your intestines and seep into every cell in your body! Take my fucking big dick - the dick that’s bigger and better than your husband’s!” “Please! Pound me! Fuck me and feed me your cum! Charge me up with your dirty load!” “I’m gonna shoot, boy. I’m gonna blast one more huge load deep in your guts. You ready for my POZ load, fucker?” Playing along, “Yes! Give it to me! Fill me with your POZ load!” “Take it, you cheating piece of shit! Filling you with more of my POZ cum NOW, bitch!” With that, he plunged in balls deep and blasted rope after rope of cum into my pussy. It felt like it would never stop. I shot my load all over our bellies as I felt him squirting over and over inside me. I felt content and more satisfied than I had in years. As our breathing calmed and he lay on top of me, his cock still buried in me, I said, “That was some amazing role play, Anthony. Really intense and super hot. Thank you for that!” “That wasn’t role play, boy” was all he said before rolling off me, plugging me up again, and wrapping his arms around me and drifting off.

As soon as we got in his apartment, we were all over each other. Stripping his jacket off as our tongues furiously explored each other’s mouths, hands running over muscles, fumbling with buttons and zippers to reveal more and more to each other. He was every bit as gorgeous unclothed as he had been in the bar - strong, hair in all the right places, toned but not sculpted - the picture of masculinity. I kissed my way down overy his furry pecs and his flat but slightly soft belly and found my face in front of a magnificent bulge in his tight trunks. His scent was intoxicating, and I found myself simply nuzzling my nose up against his groin and breathing deeply. I looked up and saw him smiling down at me as I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding my mouth to his growing bulge. I tongued the outline of his cock as it snaked to the left, soaking his underwear with my spit before pulling on the waistband to reveal his thick meat. I nearly gasped at its beauty - it must have been 9 inches, and thick enough I was barely able to wrap my hand around it. I hadn’t seen a penis this big in more than 10 years - certainly not my decidedly average husband’s. “Suck me. Please!” he said as I grabbed the base of his shaft and pointed him at my mouth. Looking up at him, I wrapped my lips around his head and swirled my tongue across it, tasting his sweet precum. It dawned on me I was about to experience so many new things, or first time doing this or that in 10 years, and my cock throbbed at the possibilities. I savored the flavor of his nectar as I stroked the bottom few inches of his rod, squeezing more out onto my tongue. Taking him back in my mouth, I inched my way down his shaft, feeling him throb and willing myself not to gag as his cock reached a part of my throat that hadn’t felt cock in over a decade. I pushed a bit deeper until I felt his bush against my lips, my throat spasming and squeezing his cock as I deepthroated him. As I came up for air, he let out a “Damn!” and pulled me up for a deep kiss. Taking my hand, he led me back to his bedroom. He pushed me onto his bed as he pulled down my briefs and swallowed me in one fluid motion. This was all happening so fast! It had only been a total of 15 minutes since I’d agreed to come to his place with him, and here I was on my back getting my dick sucked by a man I just met. What would my husband think if he knew? I pushed those thoughts from my mind as I reveled in the sensations of him blowing me. After some top notch sucking, I felt his tongue snaking down over my balls as his hands roamed my inner thighs. My legs instinctively spread and his tongue continued its path into my crack as it opened before him. He paused briefly to enjoy the sight of my exposed hole, saying “That is one fine pussy!” before diving in. I moaned deeply as I felt his tongue penetrate me. The feelings he was eliciting were partly the rush of a new connection, but it was also becoming clearer to me that my husband just wasn’t very good in bed. That one plunge of this man’s tongue could make me quiver and feel desire so strongly only made my husband’s shortcomings more obvious. I needed more of this man in me NOW. “I need you inside me. Now. Please. Please fuck me!” I begged as his tongue drove deeper into me. He replaced his tongue with a finger, then two as he took my ball bag in his mouth. He pressed his fingers into me, separating them slightly to coax me open more. “Fucking tight” was all he said as he pulled them out and climbed on top of me. After another couple minutes of hard making out, he said, “You’re really hungry for it, aren’t you?” Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I sighed “I’ve never needed anything more in my life! Please - I want to feel every inch of you slide into me.” He leaned over to his bedside table and pulled some lube and a little brown bottle out of the drawer. He poured some lube on his fingers, then rubbed them against my hole. When he started to pour more lube on his erect cock, I stopped him and asked, “Do you have condoms? I haven’t used them in years, but I think we should.” A look of disappointment crossed his face and he replied, “I really would love to be in that sweet pussy of yours raw. I haven’t felt connected to anyone like this since, well, since even before my break-up. But I understand.” He rummaged in the drawer and pulled out a rubber and handed it to me. “I almost forgot how these things work. But thank you for understanding - I’ve never done anything like this before and I just want to be careful.” I traded places with him so he was lying on the bed, unwrapped the condom and rolled it onto his impossibly thick cock - barely able to get it all the way on. It looked uncomfortable on him, poor guy. I grabbed the lube and stroked him for a minute, then straddled him. Feeling him press the head of his latex-covered head against my pucker, I tried to remember the biggest cock I’d ever taken. It must have been from my slutty phase in my 20s, but I really don’t think anyone had been as big as this. He could sense my nerves even as I was hungrier for him than ever, and he reached for the little bottle and started shaking it. “These should help, if you’re interested.” “Poppers?” I asked. “I’ve actually never tried them, if you can believe it. Just seen them in porn and stuff.” He smiled that incredible smile, and uncapped the bottle, bringing to his right nostril as he held the left one closed. Taking a deep sniff, I saw his eyes flutter a bit and felt his cock throb against me. Then he pressed a little more firmly against my hole as he brought the bottle to my nose. Holding one nostril closed, he told me to inhale slowly and deeply, then hold it in. He re-capped the bottle as I was holding my breath, and then when he told me to let it out, I felt an incredible rush travel through my chest. I felt his hands pressing my hips down, and more pressure against my ass, but my hole just relaxed and allowed about half of his rock hard cock inside. I couldn’t believe it - even with my husband’s much smaller dick, it usually took a fair bit of work to open up and let him in. Anthony just held still, grinning up at me. “That was intense! And amazing!” I said. “Yeah, my ex really struggled to take me until we discovered that magic little bottle. Oh fuck, sorry. Didn’t mean to go there.” I just smiled and said, “I don’t mind at all. I just know I want some more, because I want every inch of you inside me, and I need a little help.” He grabbed the bottle, saying “Let’s try both nostrils this time.” I took a deep sniff on one side, and then ran my hands over his hairy pecs, and as I inhaled the fumes on the other side, I felt my hole open even further and pressed myself down onto him. His enormous erection slid all the way in, balls deep. My heart was racing and I felt this overwhelming desire to be fucked deep and hard by this man. The chemistry we established at the bar only grew and intensified as we explored, and now here we were, two men connected as deeply as can be - almost. I raised myself up slightly, then pushed back down, feeling more full than I ever had. My mouth met his as I pulled halfway up, then slid back down to the hilt. Feeling my openness, he held me still and started to thrust. After a moment, he increased the pace and the force of his thrusts. I threw my head back and rode him as I willed myself to open further to let him in even more. My hunger was taking control and I wanted us to bond in a profound way. “So you said you and your ex were together 6 years?” “Yeah, until 6 months ago.” “And you never had sex with anybody but him?” “That’s right.” “And you haven’t been with anyone since then?” “No. Nobody. Why?” I climbed off of him, a confused look of disappointment crossing his face. I reached down and squeezed his dong, marveling anew at its immense girth. My fist moved to the base, and I began to squeeze at the end of the rolled rubber, gently pulling up, then repeating. With each squeeze, the condom rolled further and further up his cock until finally it pulled off completely. I quickly lay down on my back and grabbed him and guided him toward my hole. “I need to feel YOU inside me. Your skin on my skin, nothing between us. I want us to be as close as two people can be.” I picked up the condom from the bed and threw it across the room, then pulled him down on top of me. My hand stroked his shaft and pointed him to my hole, and then I welcomed his raw cock into my slicked up pussy. “Fuuuuuccckk!” was all he could say as he slid in, then started fucking me. For the next 20 minutes, Anthony alternated between making sweet, gentle love to me, and pounding me hard, fast and deep. We both worked up a sweat as his cock and my ass got to know each other intimately. It was incredible what a difference there was when we were skin on skin, raw fucking. Every so often he would pause and feed me more poppers, both of us enjoying the way I opened up more and more to him. I was experiencing an ecstasy unlike any I had ever felt in my life - THIS was what explosive chemistry and real connection was like. I hadn’t felt anything close to this in years with my husband. Anthony flipped me onto my side and got behind me, lifting one leg and sliding into me from behind. He wrapped his strong arms around me and started pumping in me hard and deep. One last hit from the bottle in this position, he just held it there and commanded, “Sniff! Deeper!” alternating back and forth as he kept fucking me. Sensing what was coming, I said “Please, don’t pull out of me! Please cum in my hole and fill me with your seed! Fuck me until you shoot your load deep in my guts! Breed my pussy!!” Hearing me say those words was all it took for him to grunt and push in one last deep thrust, all the way buried in my hole. I felt his huge cock throb and erupt inside me, the walls of my pussy coated in his semen. He must have spewed 10 ropes inside me, and the power of our deep connection in that moment made me shoot my load all over the bed without touching my cock. As our breathing calmed, I felt his arms hold me to him, pulling me in even closer. His hot breath on my neck, he simply whispered, “That was amazing.” in my ear as we both drifted off to sleep, his cock still buried in my hole.

** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** ************************************************************************************************************************* He was seated at the bar, drinking with a couple of guys. From his loud laughter, and the silly things he was blurting out, as well as his overall behavior, it was clear to me he was quite drunk. But on the other hand, he was quite sexy. He was, of course, young, no doubt just over 18. The guys recognized him being intoxicated and touched him inappropriately all the time. They grabbed his ass or rubbed his junk while passing him by. He never complained about it. He just grinned like a fool, feeling probably flattered to be the center of the attention. So I tried my luck and ordered a drink at the bar and while standing close to the drunk twink I let my hand slip into his low hip jeans on his backside and my middle finger moved downwards between his ass cheeks, just to find his hole. I pressed my finger against his hole and he relaxed it and let me pass his sphincter. What a slut, I thought to myself. I gave him a cheeky grin and then went back to the two fellows I was with that night. We were all biohazard stallions and we were, let’s put it this way, interested in the youthful guy. He blinked at me and then moved to the back area, where the darkroom was. My mates fist bumped me and cheered, while I got up from my chair I told them to be nearby, in case…. Getting into the backroom my eyes had to adjust to the dimmed light. I saw him wandering about, but I doubted he would actually be notice all the guys lurking about. The risk was too high, that another dick would grab him first and so I hurried up and greeted him with my low voice. He tried to focus me and then showed a foolish smile asking me, if I was the guy fingering outside. I laughed and nodded to that. “You know… I think I had a drink too much and all the jocks look the same to me. Just a big bulge…..” he claimed. “Oh that’s okay…. you are nothing more than a hole to me.” I replied and although my answer was quite reducing him he flashed another smile. “How about three big cocks?” I asked him referring to my two friends. “I guess it would be okay, but we have to play safe. Okay? My boyfriend is out of town and we are faithful to each other. FAITHFUL (in a loud voice). That’s why you can’t fuck me, but it is okay to fuck me now….” he babbled. Such a wasted guy… I signaled my friends to attend me and so they appeared out of the darkness and greeted the teen. “Hey guys – can I touch your bulges to see if you are well endowed?” he asked us. He massaged each of our bulges and seemed to be satisfied to feel 9+ inches of hard cock meat. We looked for a dark corner and there we turned him around, so that he faced the wall. I opened his jeans and lowered them. They fell to the ground and revealed a beautiful round ass. “Don’t forget the condom” he whispered. “Of course not, but let me first finger you. Get you ready for my fat dick.” I suggested and used a bit lube on my fingers and entered his hole with three fingers at once. I crouched behind him, to get a good angle to finger fuck him roughly. He was moaning and enjoyed it obviously. After a while I used only my index finger and my middle finger to actually scratch him from the inside, while pulling my fingers out. I repeated it over and over again and he complained about the growing pain. I told him that I had to prepare him for the hard fuck, but that I would soon been done. I had to rely on my handy work and so I got up and started lubing up my dick. “Sorry guys… but I can’t get hard. Too much alcohol I guess” he giggled. “Never mind, just let us charge your cunt up and we are gone anyway” I replied. “Give him some poppers” I told one of my friends. He handed the boy the brown bottle and told him to use it. “How?” he asked seriously. “I don’t do drugs” he added. “That’s not a drug baby, it is something to inhale to make you feel horny for cocks” I explained. You can keep the bottle afterwards, in case you want to enjoy some other gentlemen dicks in here. “The condom on your cock already?” he asked while he opened the bottle with a ‘plop’ and then sniffed at the bottle opening, while a pal pressed against his other nose opening. ‘Whoooosh’ “Oh my…. oh fuck…. what is this…..” he stuttered. My friends helped him stay on his feet. I parted his ass cheeks in the meanwhile and entered his soft asshole raw. “Oh fuck, this is it…. oh it feels so good. man…. fuck me hard…. fuck me hard into my pussy” he moaned. We made him inhale more of the poppers and every time he was almost freaking out and begging me to fuck deeper into his body. Of course I rammed my whole cock hard into him. This wasn’t supposed to be a romantic affair. This was hardcore POZ fucking. I fucked my dick hard into his hole, trying to inflict even more damage with every thrust I could muster. “You want to get your slut ass charged?” I whispered into his ears, while he experienced one rush after another. He nodded only “Tell me loud, that I can charge your cunt up” I advised him with my low and calm voice. “Fuck me hard into my ass…. (and then louder) Charge my slut ass up” he exclaimed. I grunted and held him by the shoulders, while I was speed-fucking him now. This put me over the edge and my toxic semen erupted inside his ass. My cock gushed five times and I kept on fucking him, to make sure my seed would infiltrate his body soon. After I pulled my cock out, I pretended I would get rid of the condom and stuffed my dick back into my jeans. My pal was next and I told him, while taking his place, to think about the condom. “Yes…. safety first please…. I don’t want to get sick by these…. sick…. bastards….” he repeated himself and took another good whiff. “I think there is enough lube left in there” my friend said with a smirking face. Without hesitance he entered the twink’s ass, who had one POZ load already inside his body…

I was never a chub chaser till I became a dedicated bare backer and breeder. A huge turn on for me to spread those enormous butt cheeks and get into that hidden, sweet tight hole. Even better when I tag-team fuck with another top cause it works well to have a buddy pull apart the chub butt cheeks for good penetration. What do chubs on this site think about this? Hope you big boys don't think your big asses are just being used; they're actually being appreciated and worshipped.

snaketat, on 29 Dec 2015 - 6:09 PM, said: Dude, like you I grew up just before the Internet, so in the early '90s, I subscribed to 2 gay mags called Friction and First Hand that published a lot of short stories and fiction. One of them I will never forget. It dealt with a young guy growing up on a ranch with several older brothers. They all fucked him and one of them learned of his fantasy of being castrated just like the animals on their ranch. That one told the others and they decided to set up a special treat for their youngest brother on his 18th birthday. They strung him up in the doorway to the barn, sliced open his scrotum, cut out his testicles, replaced them with something like egg-size marbles and sewed him back up. He ended up with an enormous set of balls that made a very attractive bulge in his jeans, but he was unable to get a hard-on naturally due to his lack of testosterone. (His brothers lovingly gave him a memorable fuck session and tremendous orgasm before removing his nads.) That story turned me on so much that it's the single one from all those mags I remember. Could you please share with us more details of how you became a eunuch; when it happened; how you decided to get castrated; the specifics of the physical procedures you went through; whether you had trouble find a physician willing to do the surgery; the process, length and details of your recovery and post-operative medications such as testosterone or estrogen supplements; how soon after you had the procedure before you were able to resume having sex; what sensations and feelings of sex have you permanently lost; and what sensations and feeling of sex have you acquired as a result of being castrated? Any pix or video you could upload of your castration would be greatly appreciated! (The OP I am responding to was replying to a thread unrelated to my query here, and I was unable edit this query after posting to that thread. Not wanting to hijack the original thread, I have started a new thread here.)

So we all know that exchanging our sperm - either up the Hole or down the throat - is how most of us need to assuage our Lusts. The Hole gets fucked full, and he's happy. The Cock shoots his load, and he's happy. But sperm - particularly PigSperm - is precious, and should never be wasted. I keep my breeding events limited to 5, maybe 6 men, because that's really all it takes for every guy to get deeply into celebrating his Lusts. Also, I don't want a bunch of guys wandering around my house. There are other venues for big orgies anyway. The following is mostly for the Top, but can be useful for the bottom too. Here's the cool way to insure that sperm never gets waisted: 1. if you don't already have some, pick up a few shot glasses. They should be the kind that are tapered inside, with the line around the upper part that marks the volume of a shot of booze. 2. Put several around the playroom, and tell every guy that the "House Rule" is, if you're gonna shoot your load and you're not inside a guy (Hole or throat), then grab one of the shot glasses and pump your load into it. Sperm on the floor doesn't do any guy any good. 3. If some guy has to use a shot glass, great. Hopefully the sperm goes where it's needed - deep in the gut of a hotassed Hole - but if some guy shoots into a shotglass, better that than wasted. 4. After the event is over, collect any shot glasses with cum in them, and pour the sperm into just one. Don't fill any higher than the "shot-of-booze" line, or frost may form and mess up the plastic wrap - fill one that far and start another if you have to. 5. Cover the sperm-filled shot glass with plastic wrap and pop it in the freezer. Same if there's a partially filled one. A day or three later, take the glass out of the freezer, and have a condom handy. Warm the glass slightly in your hands, juuuuust enough to loosen the frozen sperm, so you can get it out of the glass (thumbnail, small knive, whatever). Transfer it to the condom, smaller end down (where the cumbag is on the condom), so the thicker (in circumference) frozen load is on top. Tie off the condom and return it to the freezer; I like to keep them suspended in some little jar, so it keeps it's "upside down Hershey's spermKiss" shape. Next time you're breeding a Hole sweating for sperm, go get it out of the freezer, tear the condom open and pop the "SpermKiss" in your mouth. Then, when you start sucking the Hole, shove it in with your tongue, making sure the narrower end goes in first. Presto !!! Freshly spermed Hole for you to enjoy, a special treat for the Hole you're gonna breed, and plenty of appropriate lube !!! If the bottom asks who's sperm it is you just tonguefucked up his Hole, just say something like .... oh - lots of guys, what do you care? If there was any unbred sperm in any of the other glasses, keep adding sperm to it until it's reached the "shot-of-booze" marker. Even if you just jack a load out, don't waste the load. It's alll about Cock/Hole/Sperm

Not much actual sex here but I will at some point continue, this is fiction but one or two points are based on fact. When I left school, my sister, Tracy, got me my first job, working in a bar as a glass collector, the bar was split into three, upstairs where the younger more wild crowd where, middle bar where the owner hung out with his friends and the lower bar where the hardened crowd, the older drinkers went, although to me at that age everyone was older. My job was to clear glasses from tables, wash-up, empty the drip trays and restock the bars as required My sister worked behind the bar at the top and middle bars with other staff, but the lower bar was run exclusively by Pete, at first I liked Pete, he always had a drink ready for me and always a smile and a chat, but I liked the top bar with the younger crowd, besides some of the guys up there told me that Pete was gay and had a thing for young lads, hinting that he liked me in that way, of course after that I used to be a bit more observant, and I would notice him looking at me and it made me uncomfortable, especially when he brushed past me. So, I avoided going down there but inevitably got told off by the boss and told to treat all the bars the same. My sister occasionally would go to the lower bar and chat with Pete, sometimes I got the impression they were talking about me, they would look smile laugh. I tried to ignore it but it became very obvious. I had a girlfriend Helen, same age as me but vastly more experienced. 5 foot 10, great body, loved sex, what else could I ask for? Although as we both lived at home, we struggled to find places to go. My sister got on well with Helen, they would go shopping or for drinks together and my sister was a wild thing, a bad influence, if they had a night out I would ring Helen the next day to arrange to meet to invariably find her hung over. So, one Friday night, I am thinking about how Helen and I could have some alone time the following night, one of my infrequent Saturdays off, the lower bar was closed for renovation and the smell of paint fumes where keeping the customers away, so fewer staff required. I call up Helen only to be told, “Oh, I’m sorry sweetie, I have arranged to go out with Tracy”, I am already angry with my sister and confront her, “you knew I wanted to spend time with Helen, instead you decide to fuck up my evening”. She replied with, “oh don’t worry, you have been invited to a party, Pete has invited you!” “I don’t want to go to a party with that queer” “Oh don’t worry, I’ll be there too, Helen is coming too” That’s where I made my mistake, I accepted a lift from my sister to the party but when I asked if we were picking Helen up, I was told she would make her own way…… sooooo, we got this house in the middle of an estate, no idea where, there were a few cars there both my sister and I get out and go into the house, surprise surprise, it is just guys, my sister is the only female there, she reassures me others will be there soon, but in the meantime she needs the toilet, she wanders over to Pete and points me out the disappears to the toilet. Pete comes over with a couple of drinks and talks to me whilst I wat for Tracy to come back, I am not comfortable, not comfortable at all, especially as when I start to look for her I see one guy giving another guy a blowjob, I look into another room two men naked on the bed in each other’s arms. A third room a big TV is showing gay porn and by now my head is buzzing, I feel unsteady, I go outside and find my sisters car is missing. I try to phone her but my phone is not in my pocket, did I leave it somewhere? Pete guides me back to the house, I am so unsteady. That my friends is about all I remember. I woke up the next morning, naked, on a bed with 4 other naked men all passed out. I get up, I feel sick, my limbs ache, my mouth tastes awful, the corners of my mouth are cracked and white flaky stuff is on my body, its on my face and comes off as I rub my face, my bum feels sore, very sore, but at the same time feels empty, and amazingly, my groin has been totally shaven clean. I feel sick to the pit of my stomach my headaches my nipples feel like they have been torn from my body and for some strange reason I have a handcuff attached to my left wrist, just hanging there. I am standing there in a room with 4 other naked men, sorry 6, two more are on the floor spooning. I look for my clothes, I find my jeans but my wallet has been taken from my pocket and pretty much emptied and left on top of my jeans, my cards are there but my provisional driving licence is gone and so has the little cash I had. I search for the rest of my clothes, I find one sock which may or may not be mine, I can’t find my underwear, I find one trainer in one corner and the other in another, I can’t find my tee-shirt so in the end I just grab one off the floor, no idea who it belongs too, I cant find the keys to the handcuff and want to get out before anyone wakes, I go to a bathroom, passing by stuff that I have never seen before, but know to be drug stuff, syringe, lighter, spoon tin foil, I’ve seen this shit on TV but never in real life. In the bathroom it stinks of piss, yes I know some bathrooms do, but I can see in the bath, the plug is in and there is half an inch or so of piss, in the bottom of the tub, at least I am guessing that’s what it is. I check myself out, my first concern is my bum, I reach back and touch my hole, it feels swollen and puffy, there is more of the flaky substance around my hole and on my bum cheeks. I get dressed the best I can, and look for a way out. I leave the house through the kitchen passing two men one sat on a kitchen chair the other sat on him facing him, both kissing both naked, they just smile at me as I leave then go back to kissing and walk away. I walk for maybe an hour or more when a car coming towards me slows and I realise it is my sister, she turns the car around so she is travelling my way, she opens the door I go to get in as what else would I do, she has a big grin on her face smiling from ear to ear, “I hear from Pete you had a great night, life and soul of the party he said” “wait”……she reaches into the back gets out a small towel and folds it and puts it on the passenger seat, “don’t want you leaking on my seat” she says with a massive grin. “you dumped me there” “I told you I was going out with Helen”, she replies, besides Pete says you had a fantastic time and everyone loved you, I mean they really loved you” as she laughed to herself “Anyway”, she continued, “you couldn’t have come with me and Helen, 5 would have been an awkward number” “what do you mean 5”, I ask suspicion dawning on me “Well, there was me, Jon”, (tracys boyfriend) “Helen and Daniel” “who the fuck is Daniel” Tracy snarled at me, “don’t you raise your voice or swear at me, Daniel is Helens new friend”, “she was telling me how brilliant he is and how talented” “what do you mean” “oh nothing little brother, don’t worry about it, after all you have new friends now too, I am sure Helen wouldn’t be jealous of them” I sit there brooding, we don’t say anything for a while until Tracy points out the bruises on my arm, I hadn’t noticed before, three thumb size bruises in the crook of my left arm, three small dots, I couldn’t bring myself to admit what they were, although Tracy knew and suggested next time I do it somewhere less obvious, like in my groin or in my cock, I couldn’t believe she just suggested that to me, Jesus did people really do that? Stick a needle in their cock? Not me, no way, no way at all. I don’t do drugs, and I wont stick things in my groin or cock and I wont be going to anymore parties. I closed my eyes and leant against the window feeling so totally and utterly depressed and just wanting to get home and climb into bed and sleep.

Looking for someone to breed in my hotel room all week.

If I meet a bottom off Grindr or BBRT then I will always breed him. Pulling out before I seed him is not an option. If I'm part of a group or in a sauna I will fuck as many men as I want before I select the one I'm gunna breed

I would think that your assessment is more accurate than not, simply because it’s a buyer’s market for the Tops out there. Polls on this forum consistently put bottoms at around 66% of the total MSM population, with Total Tops coming in at less than 10%. Tops not only get to make a choice, they have to make a choice, because there’s simply too much ass to be humanly fucked, and the majority of them are done for the night after one ejaculation. So if a Top is obliged to select one bottom over another, he has to rely on some criteria of some sort, and no one can fault him if he puts his personal sexual needs and preferences foremost in making the decision - that is, actually, the point of the thing for him, and the sine qua non that enables us bottoms to receive cock at all. To wit: ^ This is, in my mind, precisely correct, and well put. This is the sort of Man that I delight in servicing - he understands me, and I understand him.

I've had doctors tell me the normal course is about 4 to 6 weeks to achieve undetectable status, so that sounds about right. I also believe that the research has shown the risk of transmission from a bottom to a top is very low unless the top is uncircumcised.

So true🤤🤤🤤 Its so hot to be Nasty and eager to be.. 🔥😇🥰

Fully agree... QFT...

If you think his question was a good-faith attempt to get an answer about whether there was something to worry about re: Biden, then you have not read his previous posts fellating his hero, Donald Trump - the president whose mental decline so disturbed EVEN HIS OWN APPOINTEES that they routinely described him as crazy. He's not looking for an honest opinion - he wanted to run down a liberal officeholder in a country in which he doesn't even live.

I was 14 and a half, he was my slightly older cousin who had turned 17 that summer. My family was in the process of moving to upstate NY that summer, my Dad had gotten a new job and we had to move before my parents found a house for us near his new job. So I got stuck staying with my aunt and uncle most of that summer. This gave me and my cousin plenty of opportunities to experiment with each other. All under the guise of "Truth or Dare" of course. I had no clue of my sexuality at that point, I thought we were just horny boys helping each other get off. Starting with daring each other to strip naked. A few days later daring each other to jerk off, and then jerk each other off. A few days after that we were in the loft of the barn and somehow that got us playing more "Truth or Dare" and at this point we both knew it would lead to an orgasm. Laying on an old blanket we were pants and underwear around our ankles jerking each other off after we got to the "I dare you to jerk me off until I cum" dare finally came out. But while beating each other off he started saying things like, "do you think blow jobs really feel as good as they look in porn?" "Of course," I said, "Don't you?" A moment of silent beating off and slightly out of breath he whispered, "will you put it in your mouth? Just so I know what it feels like?" "No way man, that's gay," I said, unaware of how ironic that was given the circumstances. "I'll try it on you, if you'll try it on me," he said, to sweeten the deal. I hesitated, on one hand I really wanted to feel a blow job, on the other hand I really didn't want to taste his 7" cut dick in my mouth. Curiosity got the best of me though and I agreed, "ok, but you have to do it to me first." With that he leaned in, almost putting my dick in his mouth, "this stays between us right?" "Yeah, of course," I told him...as if I would tell a soul I let a guy suck my dick. With that he put my dick in his mouth, it was so warm and wet, it was amazing. He only bobbed up and down a few times when I started to get close, then he pulled off and my dick slapped against my abs. "Your turn," he said, laying back down. I sat up, grabbed his dick, it was glistening with pre cum, which I wiped off. "You better not tell anyone," I warned with no real threat. I put his dick in my mouth, my mouth felt dry, like I couldn't produce saliva. His dick felt so much bigger in my mouth than in my hand, I could smell his musk, only getting about 3 inches in my mouth before I started to gag. He laughed, "keep going." I did as he said, pulling off for a second, "you better not cum in my mouth." "I won't," he said, as he pulled my head down onto his dick. I couldn't have been down there for more than a minute, finally producing enough spit to bob up and down only a few times when he warned, "I'm close," in almost a whisper. I quickly pulled off his dick and it thumped his abs. He grabbed it and started to furiously jerk himself off. I followed his lead and started beating my dick. He let out a soft moan and I watched him cum all over his chest and abs for about the 8th time in two weeks. For some reason this sent me over the edge and I let out a soft moan, shooting my cum all over myself. We cleaned up with a roll of toilet paper he had stashed away in the loft, apparently this was one of his go-to jerk off spots on the farm so he was prepared. Another two days went by and we jerked off together two more times. Dropping the pretense of "Truth or Dare" but just talking about things we wanted to try, girls we would "do things to" and after a few, "man I'm horny" we would find a place on the farm to jerk off. Later that night, we were laying in the dark in his bedroom. The two bedroom farm house was really small, the barn was at least twice the size of the house for some reason. He was on his single bed in his black Hanes briefs and I on the floor on top of the sleeping bag in my Hanes tighty-whities. It was so hot, neither of us could sleep. We got to talking about the blow job experiment, "Did you like it?" he asked. "I liked getting the blow job, but not giving it," I said quietly. "Yeah, me too," his voice trailed off. "Would you do it again?" he asked. "Like right now?" I asked. "No," he chuckled, "I'm not trying to get caught, I mean, tomorrow is Saturday, we could set up the tent on the other side of the farm and try it again," he said. I thought about it a little, but planning it seemed like it was treading in the "gay" category and that made me uncomfortable. "I don't know man, I thought we were just trying it out...to know what it felt like," I said nervously. "Yeah, but..." he started to say and then stopped. "What?" I asked. "Well, I kind of want to know what it feels like to...you know," he said. "What?" I asked again. "Cum from a blow job," he laughed quietly. "No fucking way dude," I quickly fired back. There was a silence, with the occasional sound of him chuckling at his own thoughts. "Would you ever experiment with other stuff?" he asked. I could feel my heart beating, I knew what he meant but I wanted to make sure, "Like what?" I asked. "Well...I would love to know what it feels like to...you know..." his voice cracked a little. I could feel my dick getting hard, "to what?" I was going to make him say it. "Well, I was thinking, I don't have a girlfriend, and I've heard that butt sex can feel just as good...so..." he trailed off again. "So...what?" I played dumb. "So would you ever consider it?" He asked, rolling to the edge of the bed to look at me in the dark. "I don't know man, that's pretty gay," I laughed. "No, it would be just experimenting," he said with confidence. "I would definitely like to try sex, like real sex, but I don't want to get fucked," I tried to say without any inflection in my voice. "Well I'm not letting you put it in me if I can't put it in you," he laughed. I took that as a settled issue. It was quiet for another minute. "Fuck it's hot," he breathed. "Yeah," I agreed. "We should camp out tomorrow anyway," he said, "it's at least ten degrees cooler by the creek side of the farm." I agreed, and we lay there in silence until I heard him fall asleep. I couldn't help but think about what it would feel like to fuck his butt that night, keeping me hard until I fell asleep. The next day we were up doing his chores out in the barn. Talking about anything that would lead the conversation back to sex, getting ourselves worked up. "You know, you might like it," he said, grinning at me. "No way," I told him. "I think it's about being flexible, from what I can tell from videos," he told me. "You think?" I asked, having never watched butt sex, but seen it in a porn magazine he had shown me earlier in the summer. "Yeah, for sure, are you flexible?" he asked. "I don't know, I guess," I said unsure of what he really meant. "How far can you spread your legs?" he asked. "I don't know," I told him, and then tried to do a split...but not trying hard because I didn't want him to think I was flexible. "No, here, hold yourself up and bend over this," he said pointing to the massive tire on the tractor in the garage. I bent over the tire at the waist. He came up behind me and kicked my feet, spreading my legs much further than when I tried it before. He grabbed my waist and grind his crotch into my ass (both fully clothed), "see, you're flexible enough," he said with a sense of surety. Just being in this position had my heart racing, feeling him grind against me got me semi hard. He hadn't let go of my hips yet, "I think we should try it," he said with a calmness. I was nervous, and sure this was too gay for me, I straighten upright, "I don't know man, I don't think so," I said getting some space between us. "I'll let you do it to me too," he offered, blushing. I laughed, "nah, I don't think so." "Damn, I'm so horny," he joked, grabbing his crotch. "Yeah, me too," I said trying not to look at his crotch. "We should play strip poker tonight, you ever play?" he asked, putting some tools away. "Of course," I lied, but I understood the game. "What do you want to play for?" He asked. "What do you mean?" I asked, having never played the game and feeling caught in my lie. "Well it's no fun to just play to get naked, the winner should get something, like...a blow job?" he suggested. "Yeah, ok," I agreed. "But like, a real blow job, full on until the winner cums," he said for clairity. I hesitated, "Ok, but not in my mouth, I mean...if I lose," I said. "No way dude, full on, cum in mouth if you lose, and you can cum in mine if I lose," he said. That idea turned me on, suddenly I was really into the idea of cumming in his mouth. "You're on," I said. We spent the next two hours doing chores, talking shit. Somehow it always came back to a variation of competitiveness over who would be sucking dick that night. It kept us in a constant state of hormone overdrive. I especially couldn't wait to get my dick in his mouth, and before the tent was even setup I had convinced myself I would be cumming in his mouth tonight...there was no doubt. We did a BBQ with his parents, my Aunt insisted we shower before heading to the tent for the night, she said we smelled like manure. He showered first and then told me to hurry and meet him at the tent. I took my time in the shower, making sure I was clean down there, I didn't want him to back out of sucking my dick because of sweat smell or worse. When I got to the tent he already had just finished getting the camp fire going. I put the bag of snacks my aunt gave me in the tent and went to meet him by the fire. "Check this out," he said, and pulled a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels from his backpack. "Oh shit, where did you get that?" I asked. "I stole it from the fire house when my Dad and I went a couple days ago," he laughed. (My uncle is a volunteer fire fighter). We each took a swig, it was my first taste of alcohol and it was terrible, burned all the way down and left a warm feeling in my stomach. I washed it down with a few gulps of my Pepsi. Then we topped off our Pepsi cans with the whiskey to make a cocktail of sorts. We sat by the fire for a bit, finishing our first cans of whisky and Pepsi, then moving to the second. Talking about literally anything other than the game of poker we had agreed to play hours earlier. As soon as the second can was empty I got up to go get another from the tent and nearly fell over. My cousin laughed at me, "you're drunk." I just laughed, I wasn't drunk, tipsy for sure but not drunk...I don't think. "Fuck you dude...that rock is dangerous," I pointed vaguely at the ground where I stumbled and walked towards the tent. "You want another or are you good?" I asked. "I'll have another for sure, but I also think we should play some poker...I could really go for a blow job," he half joked. My heart started pounding at the idea of having to suck his dick, and let him cum in my mouth, I really didn't want to do it but I couldn't back out, "Fuck you, I hope you're ready to taste my cum" I laughed. "Let's go then," he said, getting up from his camping chair and meeting me at the tent. We opened new cans, took a gulp and topped them off with the Jack. He pulled out his deck of cards from his backpack and started to explain the rules. Basically if you lose the hand, you lose an article of clothing of your choice. "And the loser has to blow the winner until he cums." "But you don't have to swallow, just let me cum in your mouth," I added. "Well, of course not, swallowing would be gay," he laughed and took a drink of his drink. "You nervous?" he asked. "No, you're going down...on my dick," I laughed, even though I was nervous as fuck. "I think we should each take a shot," he said, opening the bottle and handing it to me. I took a big gulp, probably the equivalent of a double, coughed and gagged and passed him the bottle to do his shot. I felt my nerves calm down as the Jack settled in my stomach. He dealt the first hand. Which I won with a single pair. "Oh man, you suck at this, just like you'll be sucking my dick," I taunted, watching him remove one of his shoes. The next hand I also won, and continued to talk shit as he lost his other shoe and a sock before I lost a single hand. We both continued to talk shit, me more so than him, and I was surprisingly good at it...probably the alcohol. We kept drinking, he lost his shirt and I still had only lost both shoes and a sock. "Damn you are terrible, if I beat you this bad...you should just give up and swallow my load," I laughed. He laughed, "fuck you dude." "You wish," I fired back, taking a sip of my drink. "You know what, actually yeah," he said, finishing his drink. "What?" I said and finished mine. He opened the bottle of Jack, "You think you're so good, lets up the bet," he took a swig from the bottle and passed it to me. "What do you mean," I took my shot, not feeling the burn anymore. He laughed, "you're so sure, you're so good, how about we up the bet, the winner gets to fuck the loser?" "Fuck that," I laughed, passing him back the bottle. He laughed again, "because you're a pussy!" "No, fuck you dude," I said, "You know what, alright, the winner gets to fuck the loser," the words flew out of my mouth with a confidence of a boy who knows he's going to win. "You're on," he said with a snicker, and started to deal the next hand. I lost that hand, and my other sock. "Oh, not so good now that your ass is on the line," he laughed. He dealt the next hand, which he lost. I laughed, but was no longer talking shit. I just watched as he undid his shorts, slipping them off to reveal a pair of light green sport briefs and he tossed his shorts at me. Then he took another shot and passed me the bottle, "fuck," he said aware that he only had his underwear to lose. I took my shot, passing him back the bottle, "is naked the loser or the hand played after naked?" I asked. He laughed, "fuck you, you know it's naked." He dealt the next hand, I lost the hand and my shirt. Then the next hand, and my shirt. I started to get nervous, "I need to piss," I said, getting up and out of the tent, he followed in just his briefs, his dick semi hard. We both pissed into the creek, not saying a word. Back in the tent, he took a shot and passed me the bottle, "you ready to lose?" I took a small shot, feeling more confident, "you ready to get fucked?" I laughed. The next hand I lost, "fuck," I almost shouted, tossing my cards in the pile. He laughed, "Yeah, off with the shorts," he was grinning from ear to ear. I begrudgingly took off my shorts, revealing a pair of light blue Jockey no-fly briefs, throwing my shorts at him like had had to me earlier. "You ready? This is it," he said. "Let's go," I said. I got dealt a pair of pocket Aces, my heart started pounding as he did the turn, a Jack, a ten and a four. The flop, another Ace, I could barely contain myself. The river, a Queen. Neither of us said anything, you could hear crickets, the babble of the river and the crackle of the fire. I am certain he could hear my hear pounding out of my chest. "Well, what have you got?" he asked. "Bam," I slammed my Aces down, "Three of a kind!" I almost shouted. "Damn," he said, "that sucks for you," he put his hand down. "Flush beats a three-of-a-kind," he said with a smile. "Wait, what?" I stared at the cards, "fuuuuck." There was a pause, he took a swig from the Jack, "you want the last shot?" I took the bottle, gulping down the last of it as I watched him slip off his briefs, his dick getting hard at lightning speed. "You want to do it on your sleeping bag or mine?" "Neither," I said curtly. "Oh come on man, don't be a sore loser," he coxed. "I don't know man," I was nervous, "how about I blow you...like we agreed," hoping he will let me out of this if I let him cum in my mouth. "No way dude, a bets a bet," he said, slowly stroking himself as he dug into his backpack. Quick thinking, "what if I promise to swallow?" I tried to negotiate. "no dice," he laughed, pulling some Vaseline from his bag. Last ditch effort to get out of it, "well I can't let you do it without a condom," I told him. He pulled a condom from his wallet, "condom," he said with a slight chuckle. Then did a half drunk barrel roll over to my side, onto my sleeping bag, landing next to me. We both laughed. His dick was hard as a rock, mine was too. I really didn't want to get fucked, but a bet is a bet. "Ok, but, if it hurts you have to pull out," I started to say. "Of course," he said, gesturing for me to lay down on my stomach. I did, and he quickly grabbed my underwear and pulled them down to my ankles, climbing onto my ass. Thankfully the alcohol had kicked in and my head was spinning, but the warmth of his body sitting on mine felt good. He took the Vaseline and used a glob on my hole, slipping a finger in, which felt really weird, not sexy at all. I heard the condom wrapper open and the sound of latex rolling down and stretching over his shaft. "You read?" he asked, lining his dick up with my hole. "I guess," I said. "Just relax," he said, rubbing his dick up and down my crack, pushing on the bone above my hole. "ow, lower," I told him. He maneuvered it lower, "there?" "There," I said, feeling him start to push on my hole. "Oh fuck, no...ow," I groaned as the head popped in. "Relax dude," he said trying to push in further. A searing pain shot through my entire body, "Fuck dude, no way, it's way to big, fuuuck, you gotta pull out," I told him. He pulled out and I could hear my hole sucking the Vaseline off his condom as it closed shut like the blast doors in the Death Star. "Fuck that hurt," I told him. "Really? That bad?" he said, almost like I was being a baby. "Yeah, man, your dick is bigger than it looks," I told him. He continued to hump up and down my crack, which started to feel good now that my hole wasn't being violated, the gentle up and down rubbing across my hole did feel surprisingly good. "It's not that big," he said, holding my hips and slowly stroking across my hole. "I mean...it's a little too big, felt like you were ripping me apart," I said, trying not to moan from this new pleasure I was getting from my hole being teased. "Well, it felt really good for the little bit I was in," he told me. "Yeah?" I asked, with a weird sense of pride. "Oh yeah, I probably will cum quick if you let me try again," he said. "Fuck man I don't know," I said, his dick rubbing across my hole again. The alcohol in my system telling my brain to try it again, the pleasure from the teasing on my hole telling me I might like it. "Come on man, I'll pull out if it hurts, just...let's try again," he begged. "It's just to big dude," I tried to reason against all the things I was feeling and thinking. "What if I took the condom off?" he suggested. "What? No," I said. "Well, the condom adds to the thickness," he said matter of factly. I don't know why but that made sense to me. "Just let me get it in all the way, and if it still doesn't feel good I'll pull out," he said. "Alright, fine, promise to pull out?" I asked. "For sure," he said, "without the condom?" "I guess," I said and heard the rubber-band sound of the condom snapping off his dick. "But you can't cum inside me," I said sternly. "ok," he said and started pushing in, this time a little less rough. I grunted, feeling the head pop into my hole. "Oh fuck..." I breathed in sharp, "no, sorry man, it's too big," I told him, clenching my teeth and my ass. "Just give it a second, let me get all the way in and then I'll pull out," he said, pushing another inch in and another, slowly until he was laying flat on my back, "mmm" he moaned in my ear. Still feeling that sharp pain, like a hot poker was in my ass, "fuck dude, it's too much," I told him. "You're ok, just give it a second, it's not as bad as before right?" he pointed out. It wasn't as bad, still hurt like hell, but also a weird good feeling mixed with a feeling of fullness, and as he started pulling it back out it hurt less and I felt empty. He slowly pushed back in, "fuck dude," he whispered in my ear, bottoming out in me a little deeper than before. I groaned, teeth clenched, I realized I was in it until he was done at this point, "Are you close?" I asked, breathless. "Getting close," he said almost moaning. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in deeper, I let out a whimper. His dick felt longer and bigger than ever, though it felt like it was going in easier with every thrust. He reached under my arms to grab my shoulders for leverage to pull himself deeper into me, humping me like I was a toy for his penis. "Oh man, that feels real good," he moaned out. "Are you close?" I asked again, less clenched than before. "I'm close," he said, gripping my shoulders tight, his breath in my ear. "How close?" I asked, noticing the pain was less and I could now feel it being replaced with a slight pleasure. "Real close," he said, his humping becoming less rythmic. "Don't forget to pull out..." I started to say. "But i want to..." he grabbed my shoulders and thrust hard into me, "ungh...oh...fuck..." I felt him expand inside me, and shove harder and deeper into me without withdrawing, shaking and clearly cumming inside me. "Oh shit..." was all I could say, feeling the warmth and then a small withdrawll and another thrust in, this one felt so good, with all the cum lubricating my insides. "Fuuuck..." I managed to breath out. "Oh fuck," he said, his body shuddered as the last drop squezed out of his dick 7" deep inside me. He slowly let his dick slide out of me with a pop and rolled onto his back onto the floor of the tent. "Fuck dude...that was, oh man...did you like it?" he asked. I didn't know what to say, I didn't like most of it, but right before he nut inside me it did start to feel good, "I don't know man...did you cum in me?" I asked, knowing the answer. "Yeah," he said with a grin, out of breath. I rolled onto my back, my dick was rock hard. I started to stroke it, clenching my ass I came within seconds, shooting a huge load of cum onto my stomach. "Damn dude, that was a big load," he said. I wasn't sure if he was talking about me, or the load he left in my ass, but I felt...weird, gross, confused and still horny at the same time. I pulled my briefs back up from my ankles, using my shirt to wipe the cum off my chest and then tossed it to him. "Gross," he said, tossing it back. "You don't need it to wipe up?" I asked, seriously. He looked at me and grinned, "no, I think it's all in you," he laughed. Now I really felt gross. He put his briefs back on with a snap of the waistband, climbed into his sleeping bag and was asleep in a few minutes. I passed out a few minutes later, head still spinning and my ass still twitching.

Love it

Remember being at a Leather bar - everyone having GOOD times sucking and fucking in the back outside ! About midnight or 1 a.m. - everyone having fun - went up another level - cute bear type boy gotten up on pool table naked - position himself being fucked raw ! Some 10 or 12 guys lining up to fucking him - dicks were hanging - swinging ! While for the moment getting excited - a stranger came up to me - gentle ribbing - grabbing - unzipping my pants / crotch ! He was addicted to Dicks - sucking me off - regular sucking machine - looking upon pure sexy crazy of others ! HOT times !

When I was with my first partner that I was together with for 9 years, not only did we both work in porn (Kyros Christian & Dillon Samuels), but I was also an escort. We were open, we had great communication, and we understood each other completely. Actually, it was the most meaningful and wholesome relationship I ever had. Sex for pleasure I think vanishes for most couples because obviously we become bored with repetition and doing the same thing over and over again. That isnt to say you wont find pleasure in fucking each other years later, but there are other more beautiful things to look forward to with your companion in the years that pass than sex with them. Companionship is hard to find. Sex is easy to find.

I entered their room, I've never been inside. it felt like a club, LED lights around the ceiling and corners, a nice big TV, and a huge bed. Stephen was in bed alright, slowly stroking, a porn compilation was playing on the huge television. I walked up to the edge of the bed and without looking at me Stephen pointed down to his cock. I climbed onto the bed and crawled to him replacing his hand with my mouth on his cock, my ass facing their bathroom. Stephens hand wrapped around the back of my head and he guided me up and down, moaning. I heard the bathroom door open and Cory dove into my ass with his tongue, it felt amazing. I wanted Cory to stick his cock in my ass already, but I knew Stephen would be going first. I was right. Stephen pulled my head off his cock and up to him, "Ride me". As I climbed onto him he reached over, pumped lube into his hand, then onto his cock and reached under my balls and shoved 1 finger into my ass, moving it around. I placed his cock at the entrance and slowly sat down, it would go in a bit, and my ass would start to reject it, so I'd start over. All of a sudden a wash cloth was placed over my face, I gasped, getting a huge whiff of some odd chemical, I immediately got dizzy. "Fuck is this chloroform?" I thought to myself. My ass loosened and his cock sunk deep into my ass, my mouth opened, and I took even more of the chemical into my lungs. I didn't pass out, instead my head was swirling and throbbing. I heard Stephen say, "Ride it bitch, make me cum." I slowly worked his cock as I've seen countless girls do in porn. I felt Corey's hand wrap around my cock from behind, his dick was in between my ass cheeks. This was the most pleasure I've experienced when it comes to sex. Corey's hand is no pussy but the combination of all of this was driving me wild. "Do you want to cum?" Stephen asked, taking over for Corey. I nodded. He slapped my cock, reached up and grabbed my throat pulling me down to him. "Do you want to cum?" he asked again. "Yes Sir" "Good straight boy, or are you our secret little faggot" I nodded again, my head throbbing. "Say it!" "I'm your secret little faggot" "Corey didn't hear you" As I went to say it louder the rag was placed over my mouth again, there was a different smell, a familiar one. My head swirled some more. "Earn it, if you want to cum" Stephen said letting go of my throat. I rode his cock as best I could, it never slipped out and he started meeting my movement, I lost track of Corey. "That's it, that's it." he said through gritted teeth. His hands grabbed my ass and shoved me down onto his cock as deep as it goes as he moaned and lurched, I couldn't feel the cum but I could feel the base of his cock tensing up. Stephen reached up and grabbed my throat again pulling me down to him, bringing me in for a kiss. Our tongues danced and traded saliva as he moaned. I felt what assumed to be Corey's cock at the entrance to my ass. He pressed it in, Stephens cock was still in there. I gasped into Stephens mouth, his cock popped out, and Corey took over really pounding my ass. His hands gripped onto my hips and he kept a steady pace. It wasn't long until he filled my ass with his cum as well. Stephen ended the kiss pulled me past next to his head. "We're thirsty, go pick us up something." he said into my ear. A large plug was being pressed into my ass. "Our cum stays in you." Corey finished getting the plug in and slapped my ass. "Light blue Gatorade please, lemon lime for yourself". He gave me a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I changed in front of them in a cum drunk poppered up daze. I grabbed my keys, phone and mask from the front room and headed to 7-11. I picked up the Gatorades and 1 for Katie as well. As I was purchasing them, and hand pinched my ass. I jumped slightly and turned around. Standing right behind me was Thomas. "FUCK" I thought. Thomas laughed and was holding an unsuspecting twink in his arm, they were buying condoms and beer, but I could smell the alcohol through my mask. "Join us tonight, your ass felt amazing" He said reaching out for me. "No thanks," I said dodging his hand. This poor kid isn't going to be fucked using those condoms tonight. Thomas laughed and as he slapped my ass I felt his hand hit the plug. And from his reaction, he knew what he hit. "Damn, come on you slut, I'm more fun than that plug." I grabbed the bag of drinks and snacks and bolted out of the 7-11 to Thomas laughing and a few others checking me out. I rushed home, gave the drinks to Stephen and Corey, changed and went to bed after drinking a whole water bottle and half the Gatorade. The plug stayed at their request.

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I started college in 1984, and I came out in 1987. I have almost never used condoms, and I was negative until about a year ago. And now I'm undetectable.

I’ll just add my voice to the unanimous (as far as I can tell) verdict of this thread; I much prefer porn where the top cums inside the bottom’s hole. Done well, it can elevate an otherwise average scene to an instant classic. Where I disagree with many though, I don’t *detest* those scenes where the top withdraws and cums around the bottom’s hole and pushes back inside. At times, pulling out to drop a load into an own hole can often be hot. I can honestly say that I have never known a single gay man who prefers porn where the top pulls out to cum. Never. I do find scenes with internal breeding extraordinarily hot and one of the reasons is because they’re relatively infrequent in modern porn which makes the exceptions so special. FWIW, my absolute favourite porn stars are those who have a predilection for internet cum shots; performers like Calvin Banks come to mind. He seems to take (and give) internal cum shots in most of his bareback scenes and all of his Only Fans scenes. Having chatted to him about it, I believe it’s (a) because he ‘gets’ the value of a good breeding scene and (b) I gather it’s his strong personal preference. One thing I do not appreciate one iota with the sites to which I subscribe, I do wish sites would not describe a “creampie” as those scenes where the top pulls out and then pushes back in. A creampie, for mine, is only when the top cums inside and it’s frustrating when searching for the keyword “creampie” that so many non-creampies feature.

The Fort was a pub in East London, which was a sleazy, dark old victorian building which held boots-only days on Wednesdays and Saturdays. It was the kind of place no one admitted to going to, but a lot of people did, and you could fuck wherever you wanted, even at the bar, and few people used condoms. The regulars were pretty sleazy too, mostly trolls and one or two young guys like myself drawn to the danger like moths to a flame. Sadly, its gone now, torn down for housing. I had only been there once or twice and on each occasion had come away with a couple of loads in my arse, but I was still neg. Part 1 One Wednesday I went in, paid my fee, and was given a locker key. It was gone 2.30 so the owner had turned the lights down and the music up loud. I could see naked men walking around in the gloom as I headed to the bar for a drink. Someone caressed my arse, and I turned to see a middle aged guy, lean and olive skinned, veins standing out on his wasted thighs and a bulging belly above a long, thick cock with a cock ring around the base. I gave him a timid smile. "Hi." He smiled back "Nice arse," He replied with a slight Italian accent. Something about him mesmerized me, which he seemed to recognise as he guided me over to some chairs. He made me lift my legs and probed my hole with his finger. I was dry and a bit nervous. "Push it out," he ordered, "push it onto my finger." I lowered my legs. "I need some lube" I made to get up to get some when he said "Sure, but no condoms, okay?" He held my gaze and I shivered with excitement and revulsion. I returned to the chair with some sachets of lube. He lifted my legs again, tore one open and smeared the cool lube onto my arsehole. His finger slid in easily and he encouraged me to push my hole open. "They like it like this," he said, "puffy and open pussy, eh?" With his other hand, he smeared lube on his cock and began to jack it off as his finger slid in and out of me. "Are.. are you..y'know, poz?" I asked, my cheeks reddening with embarrassment. He laughed. "Sure!" He said." 20 years and without meds." His finger slid deliciously in and out of me as he encouraged me to open myself until my pussy was gaping and wet. I saw other naked men standing at the bar watching us, their erect cocks testament to the excitement of what they were watching. Suddenly his finger withdrew and he crouched over me, sliding his cock into me in a single, unexpected, delicious rush. "W..wait !..." I gasped, squirming on the hard wooden seat as his cock started to slide in and out. "Okay," he said, and slid out of me, sitting back on his chair and sipping his beer. I was breathing hard, and my hands were shaking with excitement. "How many times you been here?" he asked. "A couple." "Been barebacked?" I nodded in reply. "Well, you better get dressed and go, because if you bareback here you're gonna get knocked up sooner or later," he continued. His words shocked me. T he was right but I also recognised the hunger in me his words created. I sipped my drink, then hesitantly raised my legs. He smiled, leaned forward and thrust his disased cock into me again, sliding it slowly and lasciviously in and out of my hole. "Good." He said. " Good. When you join the club, you won't have to worry any more." He pulled out and grabbed my arm. "C'mon, let's do this right." I followed him to the darkroom at the back of the bar, my legs like jelly and my heart pounding with fear and excitement. Several trolls got off their bar stools and followed us, flabby bodies sweating with excitement. In the darkroom, I could barely see but the man guided me onto a slimey leather bench somewhere in the middle. "Kneel !" He said. I got on to the bench and knelt, resting on my forearms with my arse upraised. He came around and stood before my face, his drooling cock against my lips and I felt his hands reaching down my back, spreading my cheeks and smearing more lube in my hole. I couldn't see a thing, but my other senses seemed heightened and I could smell sweat, cum and body odour as I was surrounded by bodies in the darkness. I felt a hand on my buttock, sliding between the cheeks and seeking out my hole. The italian's hands spread my cheeks further, and suddenly a blunt, thick cock slid into me, and a hairy belly was pressed against my backside. I squealed like a stuck pig, but my friend cupped my face and kissed me in the darkness, whispering that I shouldn't worry, that it was a gift, and after I was pregnant I'd never look back. The man in me was fucking me hard, and suddenly he pushed deep into me and I felt his cock stiffen as he spurted. "Oh..no! " I gasped. But now some poppers were thrust under my nose and I felt my resistance going. The cock left me, I felt a gush of sperm over my balls and knew I had been impregnated. Before I could move, a second cock slid into my wet hole and began to fuck me, as the italian guy fed me his cock and whispered encouragement in my ear. Four or five guys had me, and they left my hole puffy, gaping and dripping. "Now it's my turn." Whispered the guy. " I'm going to give you my babies " With that, he slid around behind me, and I felt his long, firm cock slde up me. I pushed back to meet it, tears on my face, knowing I was lost even as he began to shudder and spurt inside me.....

Definitely!

I agree. Good pornography is a boiling brew of male dominance, degradation, and violent penetration. Heterosexuality plays better on screen, mostly because it is better. The necessary inequality is built in to male and female bodies. Payment removes the problem of consent and allows the male star and the director to maximize the exploitation and use of force. And vaginas are perfect, of course, even when they're mainly used as a source of lubricant for anal sex. Fag porn is way too concerned with maintaining the male status of both performers. The power imbalances need to go way up and attention to the fag-female orgasm has to disappear completely. I greatly prefer the man to be much larger, older, and masculine than his fag-victim. Unfortunately, males are much more likely to be similar to each other in stature, so natural physical domination often cannot be achieved. Only degradation and violence can really satisfy. Rough rectal intercourse is painful, so it's harder to get the victim-actors to agree to the necessary abuse. But I think the complete abrogation of maleness required might be a bigger problem for the audience of confused homosexuals who like to think of themselves as men.

Yes, it matters, because male power matters, and a huge erection is the inescapable epitome of maleness. It will always be thus. However, other secondary sex characteristics can also be deployed to achieve successful penetration: 1. Height 2. Musculature 3. Dominance The last is most important. A short guy with 5" and an attitude of penetrative entitlement has the potential to own me. His success as a male will largely depend on his ability and willingness to use physical force against me while verbally demanding my compliance. But the fact is that his maleness has to be proven, while guys with 8" have abundant male power by default, whether they want it or not.

Went up to the heath last night mid evening after dark. Quiet, but found my way to the fuck tree. I was feeling really horny so just dropped my trousers and leant over the tree looking to get some action. It took a while but after about 10' a couple of guys came up, I could hear them behind me. One came forward, I could see his sneakers as I leant low, and fingered my lubed ass. His fingers brushed my cheeks and I could hear him unzipping. He pushed a finger in and whispered something to his mate and then shuffled forwards. His cock head nudged against my hole he pushed in and groaned. His cock was nicely fat for a first cock, not too fat but enough to fill. His mate came along side and started pulling on his own cock which was a good 8". The first guy was by then thrusting in hard, he kept teasing and then pushing in deep, I groaned and arched my back, and then lent further back, thrusting against his hips. He pushed in deep, said he was going to cum, grunted and held my hips as he spurted. He leaned forwards, as his mate told him to pull out. I reached under my balls and felt his cock slip out, a dribble of cum with it. His mate stepped up, and was obviously really horny by now. He hammered in and I could feel the cum in my ass churning as he pounded me, I leant down to get a deeper feel, his cock slipping in and filling me. He pulled me up and back as he thrust from below and then gasped as he shot his load, I could feel the cum leaking slopping from the previous fuck. " awesome fuck mate" he muttered, pulled out his cock and the cum slipped out. I saw the flash of a camera as he or his mate took a final picture of the trophy hole with the cum splashed around it! A short evening and not much after that, but it was worth it!

My local cruising area is a large woods and quite popular during the day. So iam having a wander around see if there is anyone playing and a guy about 60ish nods at me as he passes. He`s walking down to a very quiet place where ive had fun before so I follow him. He`s turning round to see if iam there then he goes into the bushes. When I get in there with him he has stripped off and is bent over putting lube up his arse. Iam already hard so just drop my shorts and rub my cock on his hole. he pushes back and iam in him. I suspect he`s had a couple of other loads up him as he`s very wet and slippery and this make me want to fuck him harder. I know Iam about to blow so ask him where he wants it. " just fill me up" he says A couple more thrusts and Iam starting to shoot. Iam gripping his hips so hard as I blow right up his soaking wet hole. When I pull out there is another guy behind me and he takes over. I move round to the front and the guy starts to suck me off. So horny watching this other guy fuck him knowing my load is in there.

I was in LA for work, so of course I went to Slammer on Sunday afternoon. It was a slow start, and some of the setup had changed since I was last there. But it's even better. The back room is usually like a TIM film shoot, and last Sunday was no exception. Love how there's just enough light to see who you're playing with, and then it gets all hot and sweaty as more bodies pile in. I hooked up with a kid who filled out his wifebeater really nicely. I think he was Asian, judging from the hard, smooth bod and the feel of his hair as we were making out. In short order he was pushing my head down, first to his nips and then to his cock. Bending down was not enough; he wanted me on my knees. So down I went, with pleasure. His beautiful undock cock was just the right size to slide down my throat. He was holding my head and rocking on me, and I knew he was gonna blow. He rammed deep and let fly with a nice hot load, several pumps, and I had a belly full of cum. As he was zipping up, hands from behind slid under my arms to help me up. Turned out the hands belonged to a giant of a man, blond, bearded, and huge. The thing was, he didn't let me turn around, nor did he remove his arms from around me. Instead, he spun me to the fuck bench and started to push me down. I resisted, but he was way stronger than me, and he basically let me know that I wasn't going anywhere. I freaked at first, but decided you can't cry rape in the back room of Slammer, so I just caved. He yanked down my jeans and briefs, and pushed my head down and put one arm across my neck. I was pinned. One dude beside me must have seen the moment of struggle and started saying stuff like, "yeah, fuck him." Well, that just drew attention to the skewering that was about to happen. The bearded giant didn't say anything, but he just lined up and started poking at my hole. It was way too tight, but then I felt the icy glob of lube, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I was gonna be bred. I knew nothing about him or his status, and I was in no position to ask or resist. I could still taste the Asian dude's cum, and I was totally turned on. As soon as people heard the sound of a wet hole getting fucked, and skin banging on skin, there were hands all over me, legs, arms, shoulders. It was the hottest thing I've ever done getting fucked in public by a stranger. He didn't last long, and he patted my ass after filling me up.

I can. I was 15, trolled around on AOL, and picked up a 27 year old guy by telling him I wasn't a virgin and had taken loads. When we were driving to his place, he mentioned he usually fucked a friend of his, and I said a 3some would be hot (just off hand, didn't mean anything by it). He used his car phone (yes, a car phone) to call his buddy and we picked him up at work. The friend fucked me first, but didn't shoot. The original guy climbed on me and bred me, then went to watch TV while the friend gave me two more loads. He then grabbed the car keys from the original guy and took me home, and on the way told me he could tell it was my first time and I was an awesome bottom, and thanked me for giving my cherry to him. It was the best afternoon. I felt cum shoot in me for the first time, and felt so much of it that it was sloshing around in my ass for the whole trip home. Never looked back.